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[troubleyan]

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[dirth]

[ Solas listens, and he takes it in, allows her the space and room to confess whatever she wants. If there's anything he can do to bring her pleasure... He can allow it. ]

That is because you are mine, da'len.

[ His arms wrap around her, drawing her down to give her a long, slow kiss. It transforms itself over time, deeper, a little harder, teeth scraping against her mouth and he groans quietly. He wants to keep doing this, bringing her all the pleasure that he can, and his fingers stroke down the side of her body as he allows himself to fall into it.

She is tempting - a temptation. Solas knows this will only end in disaster, but...

He cannot stop himself. ]

I am going to ruin you. [ His hips roll up gently, grinding, and he smirks. ] But first, I think you should prove yourself first. Ride me.

[troubleyan]

[She lets out a huff, a protest on her lips - she's proven herself before, hasn't she? He knows how well she rides - but she can't quite let it slip.

Because he's promising to ruin her, and she wants to be ruined, so she'll do as she's told. For once, silently.

She plants her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed - her bed, but also his bed the way Skyhold was always his - and holding him there so she can roll her hips against him.

Being no stranger to a handjob to get the man hard, she really just needs to apply herself the same way. Get him aching and ready with her cunt alone.]

Like this?

[The word is still new, so it comes with hesitation as she accommodates it. Accommodates the fantasy. Maybe if she says it often enough, it'll stop feeling like a dream.]

Is this what you wanted of me, lenalin?

[dirth]

[ It isn't going to take long; Solas can feel himself getting hard within her, the warmth of her cunt keeping him from truly going soft. She shifts her hips, and he leans back, allows her to take control, and he makes a pleased noise as her body rocks.

She is perfect, but he can never say it aloud; now is not the moment for praise. Now is the moment to make demands of her, to fuck her until she can't think of straight, to grind his cock deep inside of her and mark his claim.

Lounging back, as if he is unbothered, he hums softly, rocking his cock up gently into her. ]

Yes. This is wonderful, da'len.

[ His lips curl, his eyes dark. ]

You are being very good.

[troubleyan]

[The effect is instantaneous - a bolt of lightning through her veins, her walls clamping around his cock, her breath hitching.

Oh shit, it's even better like this. The praise. It hits deeper when he's playing this role.

Da'len, he said once, means little one. Maybe for the first time, she feels little - small, breakable, good.

She rocks herself against him, testing the boundaries - his limits. What does she have to do to make him angry? The simplest option that springs to mind is not to work herself on his cock until he's hard and can use her pussy like a slick sleeve - but instead to take her pleasure.

She draws her lower lip between her teeth, arches her back and presses her already sensitive clit against his pubic bone, rutting against him to make herself come.]

[dirth]

[ Solas can see the moment it hits her, running through her, and all he can think is good.

He wants her to feel good, and something as simple as this brings her pleasure, so he'll keep giving it to her. His affection for her runs deep, intensely, and the urge to take over her riding and grind into her is painful, but he resists.

This is her moment, and soon, in time, he can swap it over. Soon, he can take charge.

Her body adjusts, however, and he raises his eyebrow, leaning up a little to chase after her. ]

That's not what I asked, now, is it?

[troubleyan]

[Despite the rush of panicfearguilt, she smiles down at him.

She brings her hands down from his shoulders to grab onto his hips, letting her head drop as she finds the perfect angle. The pressure against her clit feels trapped between pleasure and pain. She chases more of it, unwittingly removing the hold that was keeping him down.] Nnnh...but it's so good... I can't - mm - can't help it...

[dirth]

Yes, you can.

[ Solas watches her, giving her another brief chance before he reaches out, both his hands gripping onto his hips. With his grip tight, secure, he lifts her up and holds her in place, refusing to allow her to sink back down onto his cock. ]

Naughty girl.

[troubleyan]

[A whine of protest escapes her, even though she is elated at his solid grip, at potential consequences. If she's stretching out the boundaries of her role, she likes to think that so is he.

She attempts to roll her hips, to no avail.]

Fuck - what...what happens to naughty girls?

[dirth]

They don't get what they want.

[ Solas leans back, as if nonchalant, shaking his head and watching her. ]

A shame for you. I could just leave you like this.

[troubleyan]

[She grits her teeth, a whine escaping her throat. Fuck, how the hell is he this strong?

The idea of him not giving her more is, all of a sudden, terrifying. A scission before she's really ready to let him go (if she'll ever be ready to).

That is reflected in her expression, her squirming stopping, her lips parting.] I'll behave - I'll behave, lenalin, please. Let me -

[She aches, so her hips twitch, wanting to move again. But she's capable of behaving, because he's telling her how and she just wants to be taken care of like this.]

Let me try again. I'll be good.

[dirth]

[ She had met Fen'Harel, she had seen the strength he had at his peak - and even now, with so much of his power trapped in her pretty palm, he is still stronger than most elves of this world seem to be.

Solas is of the People, and he has muscle, despite his lithe form.

Watching her squirm on top of him, his lips curl a little, pleased and smug. ]

Ask nicely, da'len. Tell me how good you're going to be for me, promise it.

[troubleyan]

I promise. [It slips out of her easily, like an exhale, and brings with it relief. She wants to please him. She wants to please him so much.]

I promise - you'll never find a more well behaved little one, I'll do anything you say. Let me please you, let me take care of you. Don't hold back again.

[dirth]

That's much better.

[ Slowly, Solas shifts, adjusting his weight, allowing her to sink down onto his cock again. He doesn't moan, but the way his eyes flick up to her face proves that he's not immune to her cunt around him. ]

Prove it, sweet one.

[troubleyan]

[She barely recognises herself as the wanton creature that lets out a whimper - an actual whimper - as he fills her again. Her throat constricts around the sensation.

Without thinking or planning for it, she grabs one of his hands and brings it from her waist to circle her throat, her green eyes meeting his.]

Hold me here - hold me accountable here. [She's promised to behave, and behave she does, agonising as it is. She lifts her hips and sinks down on him again, slower. Squeezes around him on purpose, just to make it good and tight for him. Her breath comes out in short pants, timed with every slow rise and fall of her hips. Her nipples tighten to painfully stiff peaks, her chest flushes with a spreading blush, and she doesn't come like this by pure miracle.]

[dirth]

[ Solas' eyes are dark as he watches her, his hand moving without hesitation, allowing her fingers to wrap around her neck.

If this is what she wants, he will not hesitate. He's certainly not against the notion himself, and she might feel the way his hips twitch up to grind into her, and he draws her down a little, to watch her as she moves.

He can be a stern taskmaster, when necessary, and he does not hesitate to squeeze a little when she does not roll her hips in the perfect way he has been anticipating. ]

[troubleyan]

[She gets why people enjoy this sort of hold on their throats during sex, the thrill of a squeeze feeling almost similar to an orgasm.

She should warn him, before he gets her into trouble with...well, himself.] I might... I might come if you keep doing that...

[dirth]

[ Solas is not the type to fall endlessly into dominance - he is not the Iron Bull - but he can permit this, with the language wrapped around them, the way his lips curl into a satisfied little smile.

She looks quite handsome, letting him move her as he is. ]

You won't come until I tell you to.

[troubleyan]

[A laugh escapes her, mostly a reaction to his command. Ha. As if she could hold herself back from it.]

I can't promise that. [She sinks down on him again, until he's buried deep inside her, and pushes forward, aiming for his mouth.] Fuck it. [She'll get in trouble, or she won't, but she chases him for a kiss with stubborn determination.]

[dirth]

We can always stop again.

[ His hand tightens around her throat as she goes for the kiss, and he pushes her back, just a little. ]

You said you'd be a good girl.

[troubleyan]

[She lets out a hissed exhale, opening her eyes to look at him.]

You didn't say I couldn't kiss you. Only that I couldn't come without your permission.

[dirth]

You know why I said that.

[ He draws her closer, brushing their lips together. ]

I'll let you come when you're ready.

[troubleyan]

[She lets out a tiny whine, her immediate reaction to clench around him. Not a flutter, but a vice.

Does she know why? Her gaze meets his after she's finished drinking him in like this - sprawled under her, inside her, redolent and arrogant and confident in himself - just how she loves him.]

You want me to beg...?

[dirth]

Don't you remember?

[ Fen'Harel, in the past, had adored it when she had - when she had asked him so politely for his cock, or to come, and Solas isn't all that different. His lips curl as he leans up, fingers pressing into her skin, lust clouding his eyes. ]

I want to hear it.

[troubleyan]

[ She let out a choked little moan, her breath caught in her throat somewhere in the vicinity of where his hand grips it. He will surely not miss the way Evelyn has the epiphany that she enjoys this. That it's suddenly more than a game, something to play along, a pair of new shoes to wear in. In the span of a few minutes, she's come to realise that she loves this.

Means it, this time, when she opens her mouth and whines softly: ] Lenalin - [ She wets her lips, meeting his gaze head on. For all of her indignation before, the begging comes easily once she's begged for it once. ] Please let me kiss you. Let me come on your cock, let me squeeze it dry, please - say I can, I want it...

[dirth]

[ It's obvious to him that she likes it, that she enjoys it, or he would not be doing it to her - his hand would be dropping away and he would be holding her close, whispering tender things into her ear instead. This is not just a novelty - it's the start of something, and his lips curve a little as he watches her.

The sweet words are enough to have him groaning, hips jerking up out of his control. ]

Kiss me, da'len. Kiss me, and come.