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[dirth]

I would say that. You do it beautifully, da'len.

[ Leaning in, Solas kisses her again, hard - teeth scraping against her.

His breeches are barely down before he's angling himself, reaching to lift one of her legs to better the angle - then he's thrusting inside of her, rocking his hips forward with a sharp, needy noise. ]

Ah...

[troubleyan]

[She has no further comments to make. Solas has spoken, she is a good girl. She tastes herself on his tongue and his lips, and like a good girl she lets out a muffled moan and kisses him back, just as hard.

This feels feral, and puts her back in the memory of his younger self, always biting, but the thought thrills her. Didn't he just say that he's changed? Does she think she can't tell?

And yet, she's still ready for him, still desperate for him. When he sinks inside her, the slickness of her arousal makes it deliciously easy. She finds her nails digging into his shoulders. (Does he still enjoy nails?)]

Maker's breath, finally.

[dirth]

[ Solas can feel how much she wants him, feel the desire, and it makes him feel so much better than he had already been feeling. The desire to utterly ruin her and punish her for her want - for his want - is overwhelming, but he keeps himself in check.

For all that he adores her, for all his anger, he will not harm her.

He begins to fuck her hard, thrusting into her body with all the strength that he has, grinding into her body with a low, desperate moan. One hand rises to touch her jaw, to hold her in place, and he hisses. ]</small Thank me.

[troubleyan]

[There's a small part of her, the feral side, that wants to bare her teeth and hiss back for what, you fuck. But he grinds against her so hard, his pelvis against hers, that just as her legs tremble, what comes out instead is a sobbed out,]

Thank you - ah !

[The time to show him she can be a difficult little brat will come. She just needs to remind him - he has the memory of it now, she just needs to know what Solas will do about it - assuming they do this again.

(As if she's going to just let him slip away.)

With that hard-earned obedience, she sucks in a gasp and waits to see how he takes to it instead. Being thanked. And if another slips out, breathy and pleased, on the next thrust - well.]

Nnnngh, thank you...

[dirth]

[ Solas knows her; he understands her, the knowledge of what Fen'Harel had given him sinking in with what he himself has learned. She'll like this, enjoy it - because for all that she's in charge... There's something undeniable about his control.

Leaning in, he presses a kiss to her neck, scrapes his teeth, sinking them in - enough to bruise, but not to bleed.

She is beautiful, so stunning, so sexy; he wants to claim her, own her, but he is breathless. ]

Good girl. You're such a good girl for me, da'len, my wonderful girl.

[troubleyan]

[Well shit. Her whole thing with praise has not abated, just because her lover has aged about a few millennia since the last time he used it against her. If anything, it's worse (it makes her tighter, a flutter in warning, sob wretched from her throat) because it's Solas.

Solas, who's been the very epicentre of that kink even before she was able to explore it, even before she knew it about herself. Solas, who can be condescending and haugthy and who has always rewarded curiosity with a little smile and who is pure fury on the battlefield and who - fuck her life, she's been dragging an old god around to look for elfroot?!

It's Solas, so it works excessively well. She hears da'len, my wonderful girl, feels his breath on her neck, and loses it.

Her hand grabs at the collar of his shirt, her head hit the wall behind it, and she arches against him until her tits are mashed against his chest, doesn't care if it hurts, it's good, it hurts good - ]

Solas - I'm - oh gods, oh ffff - thankyoupleaseplease -

[She comes so hard she can not only see stars, but taste them.]

[dirth]

[ It's quick, and intense, but it's exactly what Solas wanted.

It isn't necessarily that he intended to erase Fen'Harel from her memory, but he wanted her to be thinking of him - Solas, not some echo and memory of the past. If his previous self could fuck her that well, he could do the same now in the future, with far more experience to help the process.

When she arches, he moans, hoarse and low, shifting to grind his body into her a little more. He's still going even when she comes, fucking her through her orgasm, through the sensitivity, until she can't do anything except cling to him and beg him to stop or keep going. ]

Another one, da'len, be good for me.

[troubleyan]

[There's no time to melt into the aftermath, not if he keeps going. And as long as she's not restrained or restricted, she will move, even if moving at the moment means grabbing for his clothes and pulling him close and crushing her lips to his.

Another sob, this one muffled against his mouth.

Her toes curl in pleasure, a tight heat at the pool of her stomach.]

I'm going to lose my mind, vhennan...

[It's a good sort of insanity. A tight and wet sort, a sensitive and ravenous sort. She moves one hand from his jaw down to sneak it down the back of his shirt, and scratches him.]

I'll be good, I'll be so good...

[dirth]

[ Solas is going to push her, bully her a little, force her to get through the sensitivity so that she can find her pleasure again. It makes him shiver, the thrum of what feels like lightning running down his spine, leaving him groaning, desperate and wanton. He is at her mercy, and perhaps she has no idea, has no understanding of what it means to be in control of him.

Either way, they're drawing one another's pleasure to an unavoidable peak, and he groans, low against her skin.

The nails into his skin makes his body jerk forward, thrusting into her a little harder, grinding his cock against her in short, sharp thrusts. Leaning up, he kisses her again, scraping his teeth, until he's reaching to hold her hips flush to hers as he finally, jerking, comes inside of her, only just managing to hold himself up.

He is going to lose himself to madness - for her, because of her, as a result of her. ]

[troubleyan]

[She's on fire - the mark on her hand flares green, thins the air and brings the Fade closer, and casts them in an ethereal glow - and it's his fault. He's pushing her beyond the reasonable point she'd take herself; see, in a different time, if Evelyn had been on her own and getting herself off to thoughts of him (it's happened), she would've stopped at the first orgasm.

This spiral of pleasure, the treat that is hearing Solas pant and break and groan for her, it's too much.

She buries a sob against his lips, then gasps as he holds her still and breaks with him. Evelyn Trevelyan, shattered into pieces, an incoherent, wet mess.]

Yes yes, come for me, come inside me... [She rakes her nails up the back of his neck and crushes her lips to his, lightning quick.] Fill me up.

[dirth]

[ Solas knows that there is a connection between them that is more than just the sex they're sharing - his mark is literally on her fingers - but there's more too. He might never admit it, but the way he feels for her, the depth of his emotional connection... It's impossible to ignore.

It takes a few moments for Solas to come back to himself, to gather his energy and lean back, and when he does he leans up to kiss her, dragging his mouth against hers before he groans softly. He doesn't want to pull out of her, but...

He'll have to, eventually. ]

Anything, da'len. I am yours.

[troubleyan]

[Her heart is beating wildly, her pulse a drumbeat in her throat, but she hears him anyway.

Hears the offer, the promise, and it brings back all the feelings - from before, and from before-before - so that she asks for what she wants.]

Then stay. Stay with me. Give me the night.

[dirth]

[ Nodding, he leans in, kissing along her neck gently, his arms wrapping around her. Without hesitating, he reaches to heft her legs up, so she'll wrap around him, and then he can start to walk her towards her too-large bed.

He's still inside her, moving inside her gently, and he groans softly. She feels delightful, and as he sinks into the bed he pulls her close. ]

At least the night.

[troubleyan]

[At least. She doesn't intend to hold him hostage, nor wants to be selfish, but there are times when she has wishes to keep Solas - all for herself - and this is one of them.

Maybe it's enhanced by feeling him still inside her. Maybe she's finally done it and gone cock-crazy.

In her bed now and lying against him, she runs her fingertips down the length of his nose. She traces his lips. She gets lost in his frost-bitten gaze.]

I was so mad at you when I realised who you were. [A quiet confession, but no anger in her voice now. No, if anything her voice is raspy from screaming in pleasure for so fucking long - and the memory is enough to make her flutter around his cock again. Stupid automatic reactions.]

[dirth]

[ Solas cannot promise more. With all the things that are coming, all the paths ahead of them, he cannot give her any real vows for the future because it will take him from her side. There is no denying it, so he does not even bother with the pretence.

She knows who he is now: she knows he will have to leave, sooner rather than later.

Leaning into her touch, he sighs softly, letting his eyes slip close. ]

You cannot be blamed for your anger. I would feel similarly, if our roles were reversed. [ Imagine, finding out one of your companions is almost literally the devil in another culture. ] But you seemed to enjoy finding out the truth.

[troubleyan]

[She doesn't judge other cultures for their religious beliefs, even as she's struggled with the Maker for as long as she's been given in service of the Templars by her family.

The devil is other people.]

I will admit there was a level of...pettiness, when I first - when we first...fucked.

[Fen'Harel hadn't known then, but Evelyn had leaned in to kiss him with the intention of making Solas hurt.] It was not fair of me, I'm sorry.

[dirth]

I do recall.

[ He reaches down, drawing her leg over his hip absently, stroking his fingers over her backside. Beautiful. ]

He enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. You have nothing to apologise for.

[troubleyan]

[The little lip bite becomes a smile.]

Mm...at least I know one thing now... All that wild kink never went away.

[She shifts closer, nuzzling her lips against his collarbone. Pressing a kiss there.]

If anything, it got more nuanced.

[dirth]

[ His own lips twitch, and his arm wraps around her gently. ]

You think this is wild?

[ His lips curl a little, and he nuzzles into her head. ]

This is tame, comparatively.

[troubleyan]

[Oh. She pauses, then leans back to look up at him, quietly resenting her pallor and how easily the blushes show on her face, because it's there.]

Hypothetically, what is wild, then?

[dirth]

Hm.

[ Solas kisses each cheek gently. ]

Orgies, to begin with... Dominance, submission, biting, marking... Calling one another father and daughter, or choking someone to the point of orgasm. Anything you can imagine.

[troubleyan]

[It's not tension as much as it is a jolt of arousal so sudden it leaves her short of breath. She doesn't so much flutter as she clenches, and if he's still inside her he will feel it - timed with some of those suggestions.]

I... Oh, I'm imagining. Andraste's tits, I am...wildly imagining. Wait - calling each other father and - what's...what do you get out of that?

[dirth]

It can be arousing. It's a form of dominance and submission.

[ Solas traces his fingers down her spine, rolling his hips against hers gently. ]

Does that capture your interest, da'len?

[troubleyan]

[She sucks in a gasp and lets out a whimper at the same time, her eyes growing wide as he rocks against her. Gentle, but deliberate.

Fuck. There he goes, calling her that again.] Y-you know it does...you know it has - it hooked its claws into me since you started calling me that.

[She wets her lips quickly.] You don't find that a shameful thing, do you?

[dirth]

[ Well, well. It seems they've uncovered something here, and his lips twitch into a little smirk. ]

Not at all. You do not see me as a father, and it is just a kink. Nothing more.

[ He kisses her, long and slow. ]

Would you enjoy it? Calling me father, or daddy?