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[troubleyan]

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[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?

[troubleyan]

[She melts into it. Realises, belatedly, that she didn't expect him to kiss her again - so much so that his kiss has her melting. Her defenses bleed out, and heat slowly blooms inside her like an embrium blossom.

She is clinging, her hands on his chest, her leg over his hip trembling.]

Fuck...

[No, she doesn't think he's her father. Nor does she want him to be. But to be taken care of by Solas, to give him all of her, to surrender and submit...]

I'd enjoy it. Yes. [She opens her eyes, glazed over with lush arousal.] Maybe not father...

What is... What's the Elvehann equivalent?

[dirth]

[ Solas does not mind discussing her desires, what she wants - he will take care of her, cherish her, give her all that she wants. He kisses her again, teeth scraping over her lip before he hums. ]

Anything that you desire. If it is in my power to give it...

[ Well, his cock does twitch, too. He's into it. He's into her calling him it. ]

The term for male parent is lenalin, but babae is also correct.

[troubleyan]

[She repeats the word in her head, and reaches up to brush a tender sort of caress from his forehead down the back of his head, down the back of his neck.]

Then, I want you wild, lenalin. [Short of orgies, obviously, because who'd even get invited? It's just the two of them here.

Then again, she can't help but think of what kind of magic he can do in the Fade.]

[dirth]

[ Solas leans into the touch, breathing out softly. This is good, he thinks - and he welcomes her honesty, her touch, her mouth against his own. ]

Anything, da'len. [ He kisses her again, harder this time, his fingers stroking down her side gently. ] Anything for your pleasure.

[troubleyan]

[She exhales softly before leaning up and meeting his lips for that kiss. She's missing hair to tangle her fingers into, but she likes him like this too.

Very distinguished. Fen'Harel was centuries older than her already when she met him, but she couldn't have called him lenalin. Solas, on the other hand, has grown both into his power and into his sensuality - and holy shit, he has so much of it.]

Mmmh...[She lifts her head and moves her mouth to nip at his earlobe.]

I'll be greedy if you offer me anything. I'll try and take it all.