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[troubleyan]

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[firstbornstorm]

Daemon cradled her close, chuckling soft and dark at her ear. "Blame it on my upbringing," he joked, the wry humor hiding years of torture, mistreatment, and pain. But at least he'd learned from his imprisonment and refused to let it break him. If anything, he'd come through it strong as a mountain and with his will as indomitable as the tides.

To Thedas' benefit, apparently.

Holding her with one arm, the smarmy assassin slipped his hand from the Inquisitor's trousers, lifting it to his lips and, making sure to catch Evelyn's eye, cheekily sucked his fingers clean one by one, savoring her sweet, heady flavor with a few sinful moans.

"Mmm..." he purred afterwards, rake enough to even wink at her, "...delicious."

[troubleyan]

Absolutely he is a rake. It does something to her to watch him suck his fingers clean of her arousal, one by one. Her pussy still throbs from the way he pounded it, from the way she came.

When he purrs his delight later, she lets out a soft growl and yanks him closer by the front of his leather armor, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue.

She needs to stop. He needs to stop winding her up, too. But it's hard to let go and leave, almost as hard as she can tell now he is.

[firstbornstorm]

His amused chuckle swallowed by her mouth, Daemon nevertheless wound both arms around Evelyn's waist and pulled her close and tight, kissing her back with just as much ferocity as she. They were fire and lightning, two blazing elements crashing against the other as often as possible, and leaving forest fires in their wake. He'd have it no other way.

An eternity later, the need for air broke them apart, and he slacked his hold just enough for her feet to slide back to the floor, then he finally let go entirely and took a single step back.

"Halamshiral," he stated, referring to the reason she'd come up here in the first place. ...or so she said. "Who else did you choose for this suicide run, other than me?"