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Rook gazed around, face haggard and pinched with worry. She could not be here a moment longer… the stakes were too high… and only one of the Evanuris had been killed: Ghilan'nain. Elgar'nan was still at large.
At first she had been mostly frustrated with Solas for leaving her behind so she couldn't join in the fight to Elgar'nan beside him as friends. She thought they had become at least that. Nevermind that she had longed for more. She had believed they were at least agreed on working together up to the point of taking out the Evanuris.
So here she was… trapped in this cage of regrets. She knew that he still planned to tear down the Veil. And, if she admitted it, her feelings were a little hurt that he left her behind. Shrugging off the disappointment she focused on escaping the Fade Prison. Surely she could unlock its mysteries.
Rook worked through every damn regret she had ever held onto. She sobbed through the heartbreak of facing the loss of both Bellara and Harding… and her part in it.
She'd even come face to face with her own denial of Varric's death, conscious awareness of which had been hidden behind a shroud. She had known the truth deep down… it was just easier for her to let the magic of the Dread Wolf mask it from her. Easier than admitting she had let him go to his death. Solas had known that she wasn't ready to face it… and honestly, her leadership had likely been more level headed than if she had been grief-addled and heartbroken over the loss of her friend.
She had worked through each memory, addressing their - her - concerns and allowing herself to feel the pain of those choices, and then let them go. She spent hours, days - maybe longer - seeking a way out. The lock should be open. Solas, himself had told her that regret was what secured the Prison. She had searched every crevice, every step, every shrub, her magic probing everything along with her eyes. There was nothing left to try… no discernable tears in the Fade to get through.
Maybe she truly was trapped. Maybe there was no actual way out. Maybe the waking world would die, overwhelmed by blight… or demons. It was when she reached this point - this hopeless state - that she became truly angry with Solas for trapping her. He was taking away her ability to protect the people she cared about.
She was sinking into a red haze laced with burning tears. She screamed as loud as she could to vent her anger and hurt at being left behind. She dropped to her knees after a while, then lay down on her side in a fetal position. Tears continued to leak from her eyes as she stared into the murky, gray nothingness that surrounded the floating islands of the Prison.
She had almost drifted to sleep when Elgar'nan’s voice echoed through the Prison, even inside Rook's mind, “ahhh… little Rook,” he dragged out the consonants and each hard sound was almost.. palpable. Rook shuddered at the stimulus after having been alone in the quiet for so long. “How pitious you are, trapped in this… Prison,” he laughed softly, and the sound sent tingles down her spine - a lover's seductive caress over too-sensitive nerves.
“Rooo-ooook,” he sighed her name as though rolling it around his mouth and the pebbles on the ground around her shook with the power he sent pulsing through the Prison.
Thoroughly unnerved, Rook pushed herself up to her feet and began looking around. She couldn't see anything… but there was a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, as though she was being watched.
She spun rapidly, sending up a little puff of dust with her feet. Nothing.
“Oh, Rook, if you had only accepted my offer, before, you might not be in this… predicament. Lost, alone, betrayed. All I asked was for your love… for you to worship me and obey me. To kneel before me. I would have been a gracious leader. You might have even been able to sit at my side.”
Rook's breaths were shallow with a sense of panic as she trotted back and forth on the island, looking for a sign of something… anything. How was he speaking to her, anyway? She wondered if the fact that the Prison was built for the Evanuris if they were somehow keyed in to its presence and occupants.
Rook wondered if he had taunted Solas while he had waited these last couple months. She wandered over and sat on a crumbling stone staircase and scrubbed the moisture from her tears away.
It had been quiet for several minutes and Rook felt her eyes drifting shut. She was so, so tired. She decided she could allow herself a short rest and stopped resisting the grip her exhaustion had on her. Cushioning her head on the bend of her arm she laid down at the base of the steps and slept.
Rook felt awareness return slowly. There was the hissing of the continuous breeze over the stone and dust. The dull ache where her hip pressed into stone. A sore ear where the delicate tip had been pressed firmly into her arm as she slept. The calm, steady breaths of her companion… wait.
Her eyes flew open, pupils constricting with the light exposure and the adrenaline that began coursing through her. It took her sleepy eyes a moment to realize what she was looking at. She noticed the ears and had a fleeting, but crushing, wish that it was Solas, returning for her.
The reality was a stark difference as she realized with horror that it was Elgar'nan sitting on a stool that he must have conjured, observing her as she slept.
Rook gasped and reached for her mage dagger, surging to her feet and backing up a few of the crumbling steps… her blazing orange orb already coming to life and hovering near her elbow.
Elgar'nan rose in a smooth movement from his perch, his full height towering over her, despite her elevation on the steps. “Tut tut… that simply will not do. Rook, do you truly believe this to be wise? You are alone. No friends, no tonics to rapidly heal yourself… and… no Dread Wolf. Ahhh, there. I have struck a nerve with that last,” he got close to Rook's face and she swallowed nervously, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. He marked it with hungry eyes and then flicked his gaze back to hers.
“What are you doing here?” Rook asked the only question that her mouth could form, standing this close to him. Her breaths were sharp, shallow. The thundering of her heart sounded in her ears.
Elgar'nan smiled slowly at her, his eyes traveling the full length of her body before returning to her eyes. Rook trembled slightly, despitely trying to hide it. Something seemed off… why hadn't he simply killed her as she slept?
“I am not accustomed to being denied. You and your… friends… managed to resist my influence that day in Arlathan. I could taste you, you know. A person's mind has as unique a flavor as their sex. You tasted… very good,” he dragged out the end of his last word, the deep vibration of his voice making Rook's skin tingle.
She wanted to look away from him but found herself unable to. His yellow eyes bore into hers and she felt like she had lost some critical game by not breaking the contact. Her heart continued to race, and she wished her mouth didn't feel so dry. She licked her lips, again.
“And then, the Dread Wolf and his pawn stole my sacrifices. You stole them. I am very tired of the Dread Wolf taking what is mine… and what I want,” Elgar'nan's voice had dropped low and he came even closer to Rook, his breath warm on her face.
She fidgeted and considered sprinting in the opposite direction. But he had to have a point… Maybe he would get to it, soon. She probably should at least find out why he was here. Maybe she could find a way to sneak out after him when he left.
“You know… I think your Dread Wolf should get a little taste of his own trickery and thievery. I intend to take something from him, Rook,” he drew out the R of her name like a caress. “Do not think I was unable to sense your desire for him. I was in your mind, little Rook. I could see your thoughts. Your heart… laid bare. And he cares for his pawns. Especially so, you. For as he argued with me that day, I could taste the flavor of his thoughts, as well. And oh… he has yearned for you,” he leaned back, licking his lips as though savoring a treat.
“It has awakened something within myself that had lain dormant for millenia. Desires of the flesh. I find myself eager to sample some of the joys of having a physical form that were so long denied me in the Black City.
“I want to sample you, Rook. So, I propose a deal. A ceasefire for just this day. You shall willingly come to me, and I shall take comfort in knowing that I touched and tasted your flesh, first. Then, when I have had my fill - and indeed, you have had yours - I shall manipulate the Fade long enough to create a tear for you to exit.
“Come, now, what will you answer? How far would you go to escape this place? Do you not desire to lie with a god? I would give you pleasure that no other could, not even your Dread Wolf,” he spat the name. Rook wondered at it… that Elgar'nan almost seemed… envious of him.
She still could not pull her eyes from his. She didn't want to admit anything to him. Maybe it was just her loneliness… she had after all spurned any possible lover over the past couple months… but she found herself considering the offer. She had been holding out… hoping beyond reasonable hope that Solas would come around to her flirting… her humor. He hadn't.
But Elgar'nan… he was here right now, offering… Rook's own mind trailed off and she felt her cheeks blaze red as she seriously considered the offer. Her hand twitched, and she countered thoughts of his offer with a desire to be done... to try to drive her dagger into his chest until the hilt stopped any further progress of the blade while he stood so close.
He smiled at her as she waffled back and forth… almost as though he could hear her thoughts. She tightened her grip on the hilt, her knuckles turning white. Nostrils flaring, she tensed her muscles and prepared to make a final stand. Her resolve made firm almost more by the shame that she was tempted, rather than a desire to attempt one on one combat with this Evanuris.
She flew into action, lunging toward him with her arm coming up, aiming the dagger so it would pierce straight through his heart. If he even had one.
Rook was flying toward him one second, then she was suspended in the air in front of him the next. Unable to move. He was somehow holding her with his magic.
Elgar'nan stood to his full height and her eyes grew wide. What was she thinking? She would have never succeeded in hand-to-hand combat. “Oh… Rook. I had hoped… but nevermind that. I will give you one more chance to agree to my terms and give me what I desire…” he stepped up to her and brought his face to the place where her neck and shoulder met, dragging in a long, deep breath, scenting her, “what you desire.”
“Otherwise, little Rook,” he paused, dragging in another deep sniff of her, “I. Will. Take. It.” Rook shuddered, feeling her nipples prick into hard pebbles beneath her armor.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, desire warring with shame inside her. But if this was a way out, she would be stupid not to try. She could do this one thing to get back to her friends. After all, their mantra was whatever it takes… and if Harding and possibly Bellara had been willing to sacrifice themselves, how could she do any less?
“Good,” he drew the word out, again, speaking an inch from the skin of her neck and the deep reverberation of his voice coupled with the air tickling her neck did something funny to her insides and she shivered, goosebumps spreading down her arms and back, even her legs. She couldn't move against the magical restraints but she felt like she needed to squirm.
He smiled, his chiseled cheekbones even more prominent than usual. Turning from her, he waved his hand in a casual gesture and a sleeping platform raised from the stone in the central clearing of the island, thick furs spread across it as cushion. He strode toward it and released the hold on her, setting her on the stone so she might follow.
So follow, she did.
He stood for several long minutes beside the platform. Rook felt awkward and unsure of what to expect… or what was actually expected of her. She was about to step back, almost reconsidering when he spoke.
“You know, Rook. I have been so long without touching someone, I find myself feeling overwhelmed at the prospect. Oh, I have commanded and received anything I desired. And the people I command do love me. But they also fear me. They desire my power and favor. And I reward them handsomely for servicing me. I do not want that groveling from you.
“I do not need that from you,” he turned to face her, eyes unreadable. “I will dominate you. But first, you will come to me as a lover. And we will not leave this place until I am satisfied,” his eyes sharpened as they took her in. “And Rook,” he said with a growl, “I find I am very hungry.”
Rook stared at him, and he took off his headpiece, the large, armored coat he always wore, the golden chestplate, the metallic gloves, the armored plates for his thighs.
As he removed layer by layer, he only looked more dangerous to her. His arms were corded with powerful muscles and his shoulders were broader than most qunari she had met. He had kept the blight from warping his flesh - his vanity showing in every gold plate and gem from his armor. When the coat and body armor were removed, Rook noticed that the blighted mass on his back holding the twin horns there had also released its hold on him. When he bent to remove his foot coverings she could see the muscles of his back rippling, the bits of exposed skin appearing more gray than blue in the murky Fade Prison.
Finally he stood before her in nothing but a loose, soft under-tunic and pants. The shirt was unbuttoned to his mid chest and she could see the ridge of his collar bones. She gave up on ignoring the effect he was having on her and realized with a jolt that she was supposed to come to him willingly. And… she found she wanted to.
He sat on the platform and reclined back, supporting himself on one elbow as he observed her… waiting.
Feeling self conscious under his direct gaze she started unbuckling her armor, untying leather stays, sliding her lightweight greaves off. She became distracted by how dirty her skin was as the pieces fell away. She tried to rub it off but all she did was spread it around. Frustrated with it she shook out her hands and bent to continue removing armor, when suddenly a wave of warmth swept over her, starting at her scalp, flowing down over her body, brushing over her skin and every sensitive place she had, all the way to her feet, then it was gone.
Rook jumped slightly, and stared up at Elgar'nan with a suspicious gaze. He simply looked amused, and motioned for her to continue. She looked back to her thigh guards and was suddenly aware that they were… shiny. Clean. She held out her hands and turned them over. Clean. Even her fingernails were pristine. Her hair was flowing freely over her shoulder as she moved. No more sweat… or blood… stiffening the long strands.
Torn, she stood still for a moment before mumbling, “thank you,” and then finished removing her armor. When she was clothed similarly to him, in a loose, flowing tunic and soft pants, she knew she had to play her part.
As she made her way to the edge of her bed she swallowed against the dryness in her mouth. Willing. He wanted her to willingly come to him. She didn't let her fear stop her and she climbed onto the furs, her heart thundering a pounding beat in her chest. He nodded approvingly and watched her approach.
She licked her lips nervously and stopped as she got near enough to feel the warmth radiating off of his powerful frame. His yellow eyes were expectant, and they slowly dropped to where her pebbled nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her tunic. Somehow, they tightened even further and she felt heat begin to pool in her lower stomach. Was he manipulating her?
Rook forgot to care as her own growing need became a pulse that pushed her forward. Her companions had all found comfort with each other… she had tried to hold out for Solas but he wasn't even giving her breadcrumbs. She thought maybe finding release wouldn't be so bad.
She crept closer, meeting his heated gaze as she reached out a hand and ran a finger over one of those magnificent cheekbones. He leaned into the touch after a moment, a low sigh escaping his parted lips. Rook got closer, and ghosted her own lips over the same ridge her finger had traced. Elgar'nan shivered. It shook his whole body, and Rook felt brave as she trailed soft kisses across both cheekbones, bringing her hands up to gently hold his face.
She pulled back after a moment, cheeks flushed. Elgar'nan’s eyes were wide, surprised. Rook decided to press her advantage and ran her hands over the broad expanse of his chest, letting her fingers glide over the rise of his shoulders and chest before she gently gripped him for leverage and brought her face to the side of his neck.
She pressed a soft kiss there, then moved to his ear, running her tongue along the edge to the slightly down-turned tip. As she moved, her breasts brushed his upper chest and they both groaned at the light touch, his rumble going straight through her, settling between her thighs.
The gentle touches must have been an unleashing for both of them, and she felt him shift his weight for the first time, pulling them both fully upright. She was still holding onto his shoulders, her mouth pressed to his ear. His mouth now aligned with the top of her shoulder, he licked a broad path to her neck, dislodging her from where she'd been pressing soft kisses to his ear.
“So good, Rook. You taste… perfect,” he rumbled against her and moved his lips, tongue, and teeth against her neck.
“Oh…” she gasped as she let her head fall to the side, giving him greater access. He took what she gave and she felt his hands trail up her back, fingers probing until they grasped the extra material near the sleeves, and he tore her tunic in two with minimal effort.
His devouring mouth nipped and sucked his way down to one breast and he was so much larger than she that his hand spanned two thirds of her back as he pressed her to his mouth, his tongue hot as it circled her stiff nipple before scraping his teeth over her lightly and sucking her fully into his mouth. He continued to move his tongue over her as he sucked and she began to pant lightly, feeling herself starting to throb with desire. She rubbed her legs together, not able to control her body's response to his touch.
She let her own hands roam freely as Elgar'nan moved to her other breast, and she moaned with the need he was provoking in her. They ran feverishly over his shoulders, across his chest, she did not have the leverage to tear his shirt off in turn, but she managed to undo the last few buttons and she dragged her fingernails lightly over the expanse of skin once he was exposed.
She pushed on him trying to create distance so she could explore him more fully. He shook his head, clamping down harder, lashing her nipple and stroking his free fingers along her side, over her hip, up to pull on her hair enough to tip her head back and he came up to press hot, wet kisses to the front of her throat. She felt exposed, and it made her even hotter for him.
Finally he pulled back and she moved, pushing him back onto the furs as she gained access to his broad chest and well-defined abdomen. She kissed her way across him, running her fingers over every ridge and ripple. She got to one of his nipples, and looked up to see him staring at her. She maintained eye contact as she teased the flat disc with the tip of her tongue, pulling back to blow on it. The chill brought him to a stiff, tight peak and she pressed an open-mouthed kiss over it, flicking her tongue over him.
He groaned loudly and Rook pressed her own breasts against his stomach as she worked. After a moment she became aware of a large ridge between their bodies, and realized that it was his arousal, fully erect and straining. The tip was between her breasts from this angle and she pressed onto him as she licked his other nipple. He thrusted up against her, lifting her body like she weighed nothing.
Dislodged from her position over his chest, she moved lower, dragging fingers and kisses down his torso, until she got to the head of his giant shaft, sticking out of the waistband of his pants. She feathered a kiss over him and he pushed gently against her in response, his breathing harsh. She untied the strap holding his pants snug to him and slid them down his muscled thighs, trying not to gape at the size of him. He stood a few heads taller than her, it was to be expected, but he was larger than any male she had seen, before.
Rook swallowed as she took in the view.
“Are you pleased with me, Rook?” Elgar'nan's voice was husky, low.
She pulled her eyes away from his rigid flesh to look at his face, again. His eyes burned into her very soul. She couldn't look away from him as she nodded.
“I want you to say it out loud, Rook,” his words sent a shiver down her back.
“Yes, I- I am pleased.”
“Then show me.”
Rook shuddered and let herself turn back to his erection. She ran her fingers up and down his length, each twitch he made sending a little bit of throbbing desire down to where she was already wet. She didn't even know if she'd be able to take all of him inside of her when he claimed her.
She bent over him, her hair sweeping over his tight flesh and she licked the bead of glistening fluid from the tip as it formed. She was rewarded with his surprised grunt in response. Desire slithered over her body and she wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around him. She kept licking him as she grasped him with her hands. She couldn't close her fingers around him but she squeezed him slightly and he bucked up toward her, his corded thigh muscles flexing with the movement.
She ran her tongue down the side of him and he groaned loudly before she felt herself lifted in the air - magic - and was flipped over, her back pressing into the furs he had been laying upon. She watched with wide eyes as he moved to lean over her, between her thighs. He pulled her pants and small clothes off in one motion and pressed a hot kiss to the inside of each thigh, then inhaled deeply, growling in approval at the wetness he could see glistening on her skin.
“You smell as good as your mind tastes, Rook,” she shivered, the magic hold loosened and she pushed herself up on her elbows to see what he was doing. She couldn't look away as he moved down and dragged his tongue from her entrance straight up her center in a broad stroke. “Mmmmm… And you taste even better,” he licked his lips, with his eyes closed, savoring her.
Rook whimpered and his eyes snapped open, pupils constricting as he took in the image of her, the need on her face, her parted lips. He moved deliberately slow as he trailed his tongue down one side and then the other. When he centered over her and began to rhythmically flick against that needy bundle of nerves with his hot tongue she arched against him, her fingers raking the furs beside her.
Elgar'nan alternated between his rhythmic licking and hot, sucking kisses over her that drew her sensitive flesh into his mouth before resuming licking her again. He was relentless, and she felt his fingers tease at her entrance, sliding first one, then two into her. The stretch was a perfect complement to the pace his tongue set against her and she moaned loudly. He growled against her, hooking his fingers upward as he pumped them gently in and out of her. She couldn't slow down the wave of pleasure as it crashed over her even if she wanted to.
Rook cried out and felt her muscles clench around his fingers as she came, release rolling over her endlessly as he continued to lick and suck her until she was a quivering mess beneath him. Her breathing ragged, she tried to calm her racing heart. He moaned against her as he stayed in place, and then started to lap up her pleasure, cleaning off her thighs and mound in broad licks, groaning in appreciation as he drank from her.
When her breathing was more normal she pushed up to watch him as he cleaned her off, the look on his face near reverent. He finally licked his lips and turned heavy-lidded eyes, drugged with lust, to hers.
He crawled up alongside her and pulled her into his side as he did so. She stiffened, not sure what was coming next. But he only ran his fingers through her hair, caressed her side, trailed his fingers along her hip and buttocks, then came back up. He almost seemed to be… gentle.
She slowly relaxed into the touch and they lay like that for a half hour. She was aware that his erection was still hard and saw the clear fluid that had seeped out dripping down onto his abdomen. She reached out and touched the wetness, almost absentmindedly. She swirled her finger around the tip and he sucked in a sharp breath. His response to her touch had her core heating up, again. The muscles were still trembling slightly in the aftershock of the pleasure he had wrung from her but she found herself wanting more. She wanted more. She threw all caution to the wind. She wanted him.
She lifted up to look at him as she swirled her finger around him, alternating with gentle squeezes. His eyes were on her hand as she moved up and down the length of him, teasing. He did not lift his gaze although aware of her eyes on him.
“I want you to ask for me. I want you to tell me your desire,” his voice rumbled through her.
“I want… I want you to take me. I want to feel this,” she squeezed him for emphasis, “inside me, as deep as you can get. And then I want to feel you reach your pleasure inside me.” Rook kept watching his face as he stared at her hand on him, red blooming across her cheeks at her own words.
Finally, Elgar'nan turned toward her, “Rook, when I claim you, your pleasure will grasp you so strongly that you may not even be aware of my own,” he wasn't even bragging, Rook realized and swallowed hard.
“And when you crest, you will say my name. I want to hear you cry out my name with those lips as you come undone,” his eyes flicked down to her mouth.
Rook nodded, unable to drag her gaze away from him, and he leaned in closer, crossing some kind of line that they both felt as his lips brushed hers in a direct kiss for the first time. He paused, looking into her eyes, then he kissed her again, plunging into her mouth with that skilled tongue and the sensation of him threatened to overwhelm Rook. His tongue danced against hers, tickled the roof of her mouth, and he occasionally sucked gently on her tongue. She experimentally ran her own tongue over his lower lip and felt his lower body twitch toward her. She could taste herself on him and the combination of his lips and her taste were heady enough that she felt drunk when he pulled away.
She tried to lift herself toward him to resume the kiss but he pushed her back down with minimal effort. He shifted to get up on his hands and knees, hovering over her. Rook never felt as small as she did in that moment. Her eyes were drawn down and she took in the view of his thick erection, dripping that slippery fluid down onto her abdomen as he hovered over her.
Rook met his gaze, again, flushed and aroused. She bent a knee and pushed her leg under him, pivoting the lower half of her body so he was centered over her. He bent down to nuzzle her neck, nipping her flesh gently and then licking the small hurt away when she gasped.
He lowered his hips slightly so that she could feel him against her thigh. She reached down to gently grasp him as she spread her legs wide and brought him to her entrance. He lifted himself again, and brushed her hands away. She tried to reach for him, again, but his magic twined around her wrists and drew her hands above her head on the bed.
“I will set this pace, Rook,” he growled at her softly and she nodded breathlessly. His hands palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He released the hold on her wrists and she was free to touch his chest, shoulders, face. After a moment he plucked her nipples, firmly. She yelped and writhed under him, eyes wide. He captured one tip in his mouth and licked away the sting, swirling his tongue over her. He repeated the action on the other side, and she was dripping with need all over again. She ran her fingers through his hair to pull him more firmly against her breast and arched her back.
She didn't have enough presence of mind to wonder how he had hair.. and Solas did not. Not when he slid down her body, nodding in approval at how wet she was for him, teased her with his tongue briefly before rising up to center himself against her, nudging against her entrance. Rook moaned at the sensation, arching her back and then grinding her pelvis against him and his head slipped into her.
She was so wet that he slid easily into her tightness for the first couple inches. They paused as she adjusted to his girth, then he pressed relentlessly into her at a steady, slow pace. Rook gasped at how intense the stretch was and began to pant as he rocked firmly into her, inch by inch. She could barely stand it and panic set in as he filled her more completely than she'd ever imagined possible.
He saw her nostrils flare and scented her fear. He leaned down close to her ear and said “al-most there, Ro-ok,” rocking into her through the words and they both groaned loudly as he finally bottomed out inside of her, his pelvis flush against her. “Breathe, little Rook, breathe,” he whispered into her ear, trailing his tongue across her neck and pressing an open kiss to the sensitive skin near the base of her throat. He let his chest rub against hers, flattening her breasts against him as he let her feel his weight while she adjusted to his length buried inside her.
After a moment he lifted himself back up and slid out of her, she whimpered at the withdrawal, needy for his return.
He obliged, starting up a slow pace of pulling back then gliding into her. He kept moving, occasionally bending down to lick or nip at her neck or breast. His pace quickened, and Rook began to tilt upward to meet him as he sheathed himself inside her over and over. His breaths came as sharp gasps and he shifted his weight to allow one hand to reach down to where they were joined, running his fingers over exactly the right spot.
Rook threw back her head, barely able to stand the building pleasure. She grappled over his arms and shoulders to find purchase over the broad planes of him, digging her nails in lightly as she felt her climax building. She was panting heavily, her breath mingling with his as he drove home inside her, deeper with each thrust as his own pleasure built.
“Say it, Rook. Say. It,” he grunted between each word as he slammed into her.
Rook's vision cleared and she looked up at his wide eyes. There was something almost too intimate about meeting his eyes as he thrust into her. She started to look away, her cheeks flushing with pleasure and embarrassment at the heat in his gaze.
“No,” he grunted, still pounding into her. “Look at me, little Rook,” his face was more open than she had ever seen it.
She nodded and maintained the contact, feeling her muscles tightening around his shaft as he plunged into her.
Too lost in her pleasure to feel embarrassed by the intimacy of it anymore she was lost in his eyes as she began to climax, “Oh, yes, please keep going, I'm going to- I'm- unnnhhhh,” she felt heat flood her body as pleasure began to crash over her again, and his name felt natural on her lips as she cried out and moaned his name over and over through the pleasure, “Elgar'nan… oh, Elgar'nan… please come with me…”
Elgar'nan yelled as he reached his own pleasure, held deep by her clenching muscles and thrust in as far as he could, unloading himself in her, “Rook-” he rasped against her neck as his pleasure caused his whole body to convulse. Rook could feel him twitching inside of her, his hot seed spilling out of her from around him and dripping down her backside. The sensation prolonged her own pleasure and her muscles continued clenching around him, milking every drop he had to offer.
Finally they collapsed on the furs, Elgar'nan somehow flipped them while remaining inside her so she was laying on top of him. Her hair fanned out across his shoulder and she laid her cheek on his chest. His hands traveled her back in long, luxurious strokes. Rook traced idle circles with her fingers on his shoulders.
After several minutes of quiet their breaths steadied, hearts slowed back to normal.
Rook closed her eyes for a time and let herself doze on his chest. A while later she realized she was still laying on him.
“I'm sorry, I can move off…” she began hesitantly.
“Why would you do that, Rook? You hardly weigh enough to notice, and I am not done, yet,” his voice rumbled straight through her. Her muscles quivered in response, arousal trying to stoke the flames, again.
She pushed up to look him in the face, there was no humor, there, no sneer. Only open desire. She shifted her body slightly and her eyes grew wide. He was still deep inside her, and while not fully erect she felt him twitch.
“This time, Rook, I would like to watch you ride me,” he used his hands to tilt her pelvis so she was sitting upright on his now-stiff shaft. Her core heated, again. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips puffy, and her breasts aching from his attention.
She tried to rack her brain for the terms of their deal. She realized that neither of them had specified for how long she would submit to him. Her brow furrowed as she considered. He couldn't remain longer than a short window of time, himself, if he were to complete his own agenda outside of the Fade.
So… for this night… she could take him again. She would take him again. She wanted to take him again.
He groaned with pleasure as she began to lift herself and sit back down on him, dragging her fingers over his chest and abdomen before guiding his hands to her breasts.
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She lost count of how many times they pleasured each other. She could barely walk. He had used his magic to clean away the evidence of their sex but it did not take away the pleasant soreness inside, or the quivering muscles as her legs strained to hold her up. They were both dressed again, armor clipped and fastened into place. She was holding her mage dagger, again, but it felt foreign in her hand after hours of holding a different kind of knife.
She felt suddenly shy, not meeting his eyes. He walked to her, lifting her suddenly under her arms and set her upon the sleeping platform. It brought her face close to his and she couldn't avoid his gaze.
“Thank you, Rook, for a night to remember,” he kissed her forehead and her eyes drifted shut.
When she reopened them he was gone. A glowing, green Fade tear loomed in front of her in his wake.
Rook gasped as she heard familiar voices… Emmrich, Taash, Lucanis. She reached toward the tear and hands pushed through, searching for her.
Grasping them, she felt herself pulled out, electricity zapping over her body as she passed between the lines of crackling energy.
Once on the other side, she collapsed on the floor, sobbing. Embraces folded around her from every angle, trying to provide comfort. She appreciated them, was glad to be finally home, relieved it was over.
But she missed his touch. An empty chasm stretched wide inside of her. And… what if anyone found out… what if Solas learned of it? Shame flooded her.
But it was tinged with desire.