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[troubleyan]

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[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.

[troubleyan]

[ Relief and release are both within her grasp, and she feels she has him to thank for it, so it's truly heartfelt when it escapes her: ] Thank you - [ She cups his face in both hands and kisses him hard, hungry, letting out a heady moan against his lips at the taste. What is denied to her for this long apparently has a way of tasting so sweet.

Her body catches up with his command very quickly, a wave of pleasure making her clamp tight around him. With another sound, this one of pure desperation, she starts bouncing herself on his cock again, riding him frantically, her pleasure within her reach. ]

[dirth]

[ Solas leans into the kiss, giving her exactly what she wants, pressing close and deepening the kiss as much as he possibly can. It's only when she starts to move that he leans back, to give her the freedom to move, lifting his hands.

Let her hold on to him, let her move, his eyes drinking her in. He wants to devour her, wants to give her everything, and when he moans softly his head tilts back, earnestly. ]

You are so beautiful. Come when you would like to. You have permission.

[troubleyan]

[ It's as if he's reached inside her and pulled loose a knot of tension. She unravels, until there is nothing but heat and lust and yearning that has managed to outlast millennia.

With another croaked thank you, lenalin, she chases off her own pleasure at his permission, but leans to kiss the exposed column of his throat when he tilts his head back, because she can't not do that. She cannot deny him his pleasure too.

One kiss, two, open-mouthed, panting against his skin. ]

Come inside me. [ Whispered, breath against his neck. She traces one line up to his sharp jawline with her tongue and nips him there. Asks it again. ] Come inside me again, lenalin, I need it - fill me up...

[ Of course, with him giving her permission to come, an orgasm feels frustratingly out of her reach. Every time she picks up the pace, it eludes her, making her whine in the back of her throat. Why, she wants to interrogate her own body. He's letting her ride him to her heart's content, and apparently her heart, her mind, her body, her cunt have all conspired to make last forever.

She's wound up so tight, so close, so achingly close, that at this point she might break, beg, or cry. ]

[dirth]

[ Watching her fall apart is beautiful - she is stunning like this, unravelling in her pleasure, and Solas feels blessed with it, warm with his own want and desire. The way she pants against him, keeps rocking, desperate and wanting for what only he can give her... Leaning up, he steals as many kisses as her breathless mouth as she will give him, curling his tongue.

She is beautiful, stunning, and she is his, for as long as he can have her.

Her request, the gentle begging, has him on edge, a rush of want and desire fuelling him as his hips snap up into her. Warm and tight, perfectly fitted for him, his nails digging into her skin as he groans softly, rocking his cock into her and demanding her desire to overflow.

He is a mess for her, and he thinks she knows it.

Lifting himself, he pushes his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss as he holds onto her hard enough to bruise, shoving his cock into her as he comes with a groan against her lips. ]

[troubleyan]

[ In true poetry, that's all it takes. Feeling him grab onto her hard, fingers digging in - he'll leave her marked, she'll know whose she is, and that is only a fraction of the thrill; there's many more - and his tongue tangled with hers. Feeling him come, fill her, doesn't so much tip her over the edge as it throws her over it, dashes her across the rocks.

Her desperate moan is a muffled sound against his mouth, her nails - blunt, cut short as they are - dig into his shoulders, and she shudders and breaks into a million pieces. It feels like she's wrung out, then thrown over a wire to dry.

There may be tears. There are tears. Her orgasm, once permitted and once accompanied by his first, feels like the most blessed of rewards. Maker help her, this is what she likes - to feel taken care of, but handled. To be at his mercy, his alone - to be his.

He could've had her like this before her journey into the past. He could've had her like this in the past as well. She hopes he has her like this many more times. ]

Thank you. [ See? She may have the attitude of a brat from time to time, but she's got good manners when she's stuffed full and marked up. ]

[dirth]

[ The way she tightens around him is perfect, his cock buried in her, filling her, and he shivers as he pulls her into those long, deep kisses, arms wrapping around her and drawing her close. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to shift his weight even a little, desperate to enjoy the casual bliss that comes hand in hand with twin pleasure like this.

Lifting his hand, he presses his thumb under her eye to wipe at her tears, breathing out against her mouth as he nuzzles into her, soft and tender despite the arrogance and rough treatment of moments before. Slowly, carefully, he drags her down to lie against his body, fingers stroking down her spine gently.

He adores her, and it will surely be his downfall. ]

You are more than welcome, da'len. [ He smiles as he kisses her head. ] Breathe for a moment.

[troubleyan]

[ Luckily, she's easy. She can easily melt into his arms, after all that. Especially when he draws her close, settles her against him. She's not done shivering, not quite done being wracked by the intensity of...everything. But she can come down from it here, in his arms.

She breathes. She lets out a low laugh, tension unknotting from her. ]

Clever that. Nearly forgot to.

[ She brings her arms up, running them over his back in a weak attempt to comfort him too. She feels like he should get some of this, too. Afterglow is better when shared. ]