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Most times Lavellan snuck away from camp it was to simply get some peace from being the leader. It became exhausting, always seeing the expectations in people’s faces, trying so hard not to disappoint them. Most camp sneak aways were close by, quiet breathing with the trees.
This time was different.
Honestly it was Solas' fault. He had no right to be looking at her like that between furious moments of battle. The others would probably say it was the same expression he always wore, but she knew better. Between each graceful flick of his staff, he’d look at her with a hunger simmering just under the surface. This of course made it very difficult to concentrate. She’d copped a particularly harsh scolding from Cassandra after she’d been on the receiving end of a red templars shield that had nearly knocked her for 10.
Solas had healed her, a look of concern creasing between his brows as Cassandra gestured angrily, demanding to know how Lavellan was foolish enough to be directly in the templars path. However, Solas’ warm hands on her skin worked in siphoning away any coherent thoughts outside the shape of his fingers.
She ached to feel them dig into her flesh and hold her there and...
Yes, definitely, her current predicament was all Solas’ fault as she carefully slipped away from camp. She had intended to go to sleep, but being alone in the quiet only allowed the... thoughts to intensify. Before long she could no longer lay still in her bed roll, squirming as she imagined a large hand pinning her wrists in place while another pressed into the flesh of her hip.
The cool night air felt nice on her feverish skin as she ensured she moved slightly further away than normal. Far enough she couldn’t be overheard by her slumbering companions, but close enough shed be alerted if she was needed.
She pressed back against a tree, shimmying her pants down slightly before delving a hand beneath the soft fabric. She was aching and needed to be soothed.
And it was all Solas’ fault.
Her head dropped back as she ran her fingers over her pussy, hissing slightly that they were cold. They would warm up, she couldn’t wait. Any other time she might’ve been embarrassed by how wet she was already, but frankly she didn’t care. She had more pressing matters.
She let her eyes slide closed, imagining Solas pressing in over her as his fingers glide against her pussy. She could imagine his hot breath against her ear, her neck. Imagine him growling her name.
Circling her clit had her other hand clasping over her mouth to muffle the moan that wanted to fall from her. A needy, desperate thing. She shuddered as she pressed her fingers inside, imagining how much larger and more filling his would be. She wanted his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything he would give.
Her legs trembled like they might give way and she whined at the coil of pleasure twisting tighter. She was so close.
.
Solas had stirred to the shuffling within the Inquisitors tent. His sensitive ears had picked up a few small whimpers that he had chalked up to bad dreams. She had confided in him the frequency of the nightmares that plagued her, and he had done what he could to ease them for her.
When he heard the tent flap open, he figured she might need some air. However, her footsteps were hurried, not the calculated, careful steps he typically heard from her when she slipped away for a while in the night.
He sat up in his bedroll as a deep-seated worry nagged at him that perhaps Lavellan was still hurt and attempting to hide it from them. He slipped on some slightly warmer clothes and left his tent.
He had to check on her. If she was just taking some time to herself, he’d leave her be, but he needed to know she was okay. He followed the direction he heard her footsteps, quiet and listening.
A gasp and whimper made him pick up his stride, fearing the worst. But when she finally came into his line of sight, it was right at the moment the Inquisitor, his Vhen’an, came upon her own fingers, pressed back against a tree as her chest heaved. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her pink lips fell open on a moan between heavy breaths.
“Solas…” His name tumbled from her mouth in a breathy whisper.
He stared a moment, transfixed, before he caught himself and averted his gaze. He was going to leave when the most heavenly scent reached his nose as Lavellan slumped against the tree, oblivious to her audience.
The scent wrapped itself around his throat, tugging free something primal that had been dormant since his uthenera.
He knew it wasn’t rational but something hungry and jealous writhed in him at the image of Lavellan with her hand in her pants, bringing herself pleasure. He was at war with himself. One part of him wanted to drop to his knees before her and suck the taste from her fingers until they were clean, the other wanted to press his own into her and prove that nothing would compare to what he could do to her.
He had to catch the growl that threatened to vibrate from his chest as he wrenched himself away to return to camp, Lavellan none the wiser of the beast she had awoken.
.
Solas avoided the Inquisitor the entire journey back to Skyhold. It was so obvious, even Varric asked if they had fought. When he flinched from her hand she recoiled as if burned. Her heart ached at the sudden distance and coldness between them. She didn’t know what she’d done to upset him but every time she caught his gaze his brow furrowed, and he quickly turned away, clenching his jaw.
Upon returning to Skyhold Solas left immediately, disappearing to Gods know what corner. Lavellan was left adrift and restless. She’d barely spoken to him since she got hit by that Red Templar and he was acting like she’d committed some grievous crime against him, like she disgusted him. Her eyes widened when she realised. Had he somehow seen her that night? Heard her call his name? Did her actions disgust him so entirely that he couldn’t even look at her?
The thought churned in her stomach.
She hadn’t seen him by the evening, and it set her on edge. She had intended to give him space but more than anything she wanted to apologise for whatever he may have seen. She searched Skyhold until she found one of the old guard quarters locked with a strange ward and hesitated. She couldn’t hear anything inside which was strange. She reached to pick the lock, promising to apologise profusely. Oddly enough the ward wasn’t so much a barrier as she’d expected it to be, stepping though it easily.
Once through the silence seemed to break into sound as she looked toward the bed. The sight before her sending heat rushing through her.
Solas was on his side, naked and sweating as he rutted against a pillow, cock heavy and leaking. His hips thrust desperately as he groaned in frustration. Her eyes trailed up to his face, but it was hidden behind a piece of fabric she was intimately familiar with.
Her underwear. The pair she’d worn that night. That had mysteriously disappeared the following morning after she bathed and changed.
Solas hadn’t seemed to notice her yet. One of his large hands held the material over his mouth and nose, his eyes screwed shut and she could hear him panting beneath the fabric. Gods, that did things to her body. Her hands were shaking as she took a step back, knocking an empty bottle that rolled across the floor.
THAT got his attention. His eyes snapped open, and he froze, gaze locked on her. Her mouth was dry at the animalistic hunger in his eyes as they raked over her body. He dropped the underwear, letting them fall on his bare chest without shame. She could see now that they seemed to have been torn by claws.
He appeared to sniff the air before closing his eyes again.
‘You shouldn’t be here, Vhen’an…’ his voice was rough, edged with desperation.
‘I’m sorry I intruded, but…’
‘No, you need to go. Before I…’ he grunted, attempting to right himself on the bed.
His skin was flushed and sweaty and his erection showed no signs of faltering with her presence.
‘You make it worse… and better. Your scent is…’ he shook his head, shifting back to put more distance between them. ‘Smelling you has triggered my rut.’
Rut? She was unsure what it meant but he looked pained and desperate, and she her heart yearned to soothe him, to make him feel better.
‘Would it help if I stayed?’
His eyes seemed to glow as he stared at her, clearly not expecting the offer.
‘Vhen’an… If you stay, I cannot promise I will be able to control myself…’
‘And if I don’t want you to…?’
He let out a low growl that made her pussy throb. She could already feel that she was wet, pressing her thighs together. His nostrils flared and he narrowed his eyes.
‘There will be no going back from this. Turn and leave now and we can pretend this never happened… But if you’re certain you wish to help me… remove your clothes and come here.’
He watched as she retreated to the door. He knew it would happen. He blinked in surprise as she shut the door and locked it. Her heart thundered against her ribs as she began to remove her clothing. She could feel his gaze on her, leaving goosebumps on her newly exposed flesh. Once the final piece, her smallclothes, were pulled away, she let them drop to the floor. She heard fabric ripping and looked up. Solas’ gaze was transfixed on her as he gripped the bed sheets to the point of tearing. Had his nails always been so long and sharp? Was she seeing things or was he taller than normal?
She slowly approached the bed, his eyes locked on her hips.
‘What do you need from me?’ she kept her voice low, afraid she’d wake up if she raised it at all.
She reached the edge of the bed and he immediately reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her steadily but firmly as he laid back until she was kneeling above his head. He grasped her ass with one hand, pressing her forward until she had to grasp the headboard.
‘You may have to hold on, Vhen’an.’
She gripped the wood in front of her and as soon as she did, he pressed his face close to her pussy, breathing deeply. She gasped and bit her lip, fighting the urge to drop her hips. He needed this and she wanted to give it to him.
He buried his face where that intoxicating scent was strongest, and it blossomed for him. He gasped and panted, inhaling as much of it as he could. It was better than his memory of the quick taste he’d caught that night outside the camp. The memory made his cock ache with need. He wanted to break her apart, show her how good it could be with him. But at that moment he needed this more.
The feeling of his hot breath against her as he huffed and panted, made her throb as she clutched the headboard. He wasn’t touching her per se, simply breathing her in. She looked down her body to see him with his eyes firmly shut, eyebrows pressed together. He pushed closer, causing the bump of his nose to press against her clit. She let out a whimper, struggling not to grind down against his face. Beneath her, Solas twitched. She glanced back and saw his hips lift of the bed, thrusting into nothing. Gods, imagining it splitting her open made her whine again and she looked back down at the face between her thighs.
She was met with his piercing gaze, staring up at her from where he was still buried against her cunt. They seemed to be an even brighter violet hue as he moved and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her clit. The pleasure was like an electric shock up her spine, she was almost certain he’d used some sort of magic. He chuckled.
‘Enjoying the view, Vhen’an?’
When she didn’t respond he turned his head and bit the soft flesh of her thigh, making her yelp.
‘I asked you a question.’
‘Yes… fuck, Solas…’
He let out a pleased hum.
‘Smelling you isn’t enough. I need to taste you…’
Before she had an opportunity to register his words, he’d already began pressing his tongue against her pussy, long, flat licks that left her legs trembling. A loud moan fell from her, and she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. The beast between her legs moved and sucked firmly against her clit and she almost saw stars.
‘Don’t cover your mouth. The ward ensures no one will be able to hear us. I wish to see how much you can take before I fuck you.’
She whined and her hips bucked as his tongue delved inside her. She cursed in elvish, attempting to grind down against his tongue. Solas’ grip on her thighs tightened, bruising her flesh.
‘Don’t move.’ His voice was a growl, sending shockwaves of arousal straight down.
He ate her pussy like a man starved, desperate and hungry until her legs were trembling, and her eyes were wet with tears.
‘Solas… Please…’ she whimpered.
He broke away with a sloppy sound and looked up at her, mouth and chin glistening under the lamplight. A smirk played on his lips.
‘Yes, Vhen’an?’
‘I can’t… I can’t take any more…’
He raised an eyebrow.
‘Oh? I beg to differ… I think you can take this, and whatever else that I give. Won’t you, my love?’
She choked on a moan. His voice was a husky purr.
‘You’ll be good for me, won’t you?’
‘Yes… Yes, I’ll be good…’
‘I know you will…’
He moved his head back between her thighs, pressing his tongue back inside. She leant forward until her head pressed against the headboard, panting and moaning. She was so close. She slipped a hand down to touch her clit. She gasped when sharp teeth nipped her fingers. Solas glared up at her.
‘You don’t need your hands. This pussy is mine right now and you will come from me alone.’ He murmured before pressing two fingers inside her.
Her back arched as he sucked ruthlessly at her clit, curling his fingers inside her, sending sparks of pleasure through her. She panted against the headboard. If she was drooling, she didn’t care, lost in the pleasure. She could feel the pressure of orgasm building and her hips bucked slightly, stopped by Solas’ large hand, holding her firmly as his fingers thrust into her.
‘Fuck… Solas… right there! I’m…’
She didn’t get a chance to finish as her orgasm ripped through her, her vision spotted as her body tensed. Solas didn’t let up on her clit until her body relaxed slightly and he pulled his fingers free. He soothed her pussy with slow licks with a flat tongue until she whined and squirmed.
He moved to grasp her hips, pulling her down and flipping them over. One hand cradled her head carefully as she ended up beneath him on the bed. He held her gaze, hunger dancing behind his eyes.
Oh he was definitely bigger.
‘Don’t think I’m finished with you yet. I still ache for you.’
His words drew her attention down to his cock, heavy and leaking between their bodies. Despite her lingering orgasm her pussy was very interested, wetness slickening her thighs as she pressed them together. He grasped her thighs and pressed them open, capturing her lips in a kiss that left her breathless. She could taste herself on her tongue and that only stoked the fire of arousal.
She hooked a leg over his hip, helping him guide his cock into her. She broke the kiss to moan his name. The sound Solas made as he sunk into her was awfully close to a whine. He eased himself in, inch by inch, the pace agonisingly slow until he finally bottomed out. He stayed like that for a moment. Lavellan whimpered impatiently. He wasn’t going to break her.
In truth, however, Solas had been taken by surprise at how fast his body already wanted to spill into her just by sinking his cock into the tight heat of her pussy. He had to hold himself back. He wasn’t ready to cum yet.
He began to grind slowly, watching her face as her eyes fluttered shut and her lips fell open. He slowly picked up the pace with her pleading between moans. The sight of her beneath him, hair strewn behind her, face flushed and desperate was something he wanted to burn into his memory. He wished to stay in the moment for an eternity, bringing her pleasure until the end of time but his body was betraying him. It had been too long and Lavellan was perfect in every way. It was driving him crazy.
He needed more.
Lavellan gasped in surprise when he grasped her legs and moved them over his arms, pressing them up until her knees were by her shoulders as he pressed back into her. She tipped her head back and cried out at how deep and full she felt. Solas panted, breath hot against her ear as bit her earlobe.
He dropped his head, pressing his nose against her neck. Something primal and ancient snarled within him to bite, to mark and claim. It took every ounce of his self-control not to give in to the ferocity of his instincts. Instead, he focused on sucking bruises into the tender flesh of her throat. Her moans and whimpers went straight to his dick, making it hard to not lose the thin control he had left. His voice was low and strained when he spoke.
‘I’m going to fill you until you’re dripping with me for hours. You’ll never want anything but me.’
‘Fuck! Please! Please!’
He felt her pulse and throb around him, and his thrusts stuttered for a moment before they became harder, pounding into her willing pussy as she gripped his back. The sharp sting of her nails against his back only drove him forward. He was losing himself in her and he didn’t want to stop. If he could have his way, he would live like that, buried to the hilt between Lavellan’s thighs. He busied his mouth, biting and sucking bruises across her exposed flesh until she was littered with his marks.
Her back arched of the bed. Solas groped at her body in any way he could, her breasts, thighs, her ass, whatever he could grab. Tears streaked her ethereal face as she begged incoherently. He was getting dangerously close. He couldn’t fight it much longer. He was losing his mind. His nose pressed against the pulse of her throat as he began to moan and downright whine.
‘Fenedhis, I’m close… Please, Vhen’an… Tell me you’re mine… Please…’
Lavellan shuddered at the desperation in his voice. She’d never heard him like that. That did unspeakable things to her body. She tried to pull him impossibly closer.
‘Please… Solas… I’m yours. I need you…’
With that he reached to rub at her clit with shaking hands, so different to how he’d broken her apart earlier.
‘You need to come with me Vhen’an… I need you to come with me.’
She cried out and her back arched off the bed as her orgasm wracked her body. Her pussy clenched around Solas’ cock and his thrusting faltered as he spilled inside her, groaning as he bit into her shoulder.
Lavellan’s body trembled as he grinded his hips into her a couple more times before he drew back, sitting back on his heels. His eyes were locked on her pussy, watching the cum slowly drip from her. She attempted to close her thighs, but he growled a warning and she stopped.
Solas’ instincts howled to fuck his cum back into her. He cleared his throat and reached forward, using his fingers to push some of it back inside.
Good. Filled and claimed. Our scents intertwined. The beast in him growled as he curled his fingers.
Lavellan whined, squirming at the overstimulation. He moved and pressed his lips to her pelvis, gazing up at her.
‘Ir abelas, Vhen’an, I couldn’t help myself… I didn’t hurt you, did I?’
Lavellan’s face flushed a brilliant scarlet that went all the way to the tip of her ears.
‘No, my love. I’m okay. Hold me?’
Something possessive flared in his chest and he pressed soothing kisses up her body to her lips as he dragged her into his chest. She immediately melted into him.
She is pleased, she trusts us. She will stay.
Solas pressed his lips to her sweaty hairline before pressing his nose to breathe in her scent. His rut was soothed for the time being. Lavellan could rest before it reignited. She hummed drowsily as if sensing he was thinking about her and he chuckled.
‘Sleep, my love. I will rest a moment then clean you up. I’ll get us some water and something to eat before I am in need of you again.’
She shivered at the thought but was unable to form coherent thoughts as she drifted into slumber against his chest.
After a short while Solas rose to fulfill his promise of cleaning her. Their mingling scents made the beast within very pleased, and he knew that was incredibly dangerous. He’d intended to avoid sharing his rut with her. He knew there would be no returning from it. He’d warned her. They were bonded in a profound way now that the beast was attached to her. And it would make it a lot harder to do what he had to. It could very well destroy them both. But he had little choice.
His eyes drifted over Lavellan’s peacefully sleeping form as he drew the warm, damp cloth over her body.
Those were concerns for a later date. For now, he would allow himself the small comfort of her company.