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Felassan took great care of her without exception. He seemed to have a supernatural ability to tell when she was feeling tired, or morose, or simply bored - he’d appear with one of his many stories to lull her into a better mood, offering his shoulder or his lap. By the way he smiled, it was as if he took it as a privilege to be able to care for her.
His relationship to Solas could be rather more fractious.
Their bond had reforged with more ease than Varda thought possible, admittedly. As Felassan had said, nothing had happened that he did not foresee. The only time it got truly testy was when Solas lingered in regret over what they’d come to call ‘The Incident’. Those times got fewer and further between, thankfully, but Felassan did not tolerate any looks of pity that Solas may have shot him. He had every intention of renewing their once-close relationship - there was just one dynamic that he’d wished to change.
“Are you comfortable, Fen’Harel?” the elf in question asked cheerfully. Varda saw Solas give him a waspish look in answer. Felassan had tied him to one of their broad, comfortable armchairs, his hands and feet immobilized by soft cotton cloth. Another strip of it hung around his neck and looped over the chair’s back; it wasn’t enough to choke him, but he wouldn’t be able to lean further than a few degrees forward.
Without shame, she ogled him, laying on her belly atop the sheets. He wore nothing but the restraints.
“Some lumbar support would not go amiss, but for the moment, I am comfortable.” Solas watched Felassan clamber up onto the bed to join Varda, poorly concealed heat behind his dry tone. “Should my nose begin to itch, you will be the first to know.”
“Ahh, a little itchiness is good for you,” Felassan cheeked back. “It will help distract you from the way I intend to ravish our woman.”
Though Solas gave a soft huff - equal parts fond and resigned - it was overwritten by Varda’s squeal as she felt clever fingers dig into her lower back. “Fel-!”
As ever, he found the roots of her tension with pinpoint accuracy. It felt like he knew her and her body far too well for the short (comparatively) time they’d had together. Surely she could not be the most important thing in his thousands of years of life, but he nearly acted as if she was. Felassan quit needling Solas in favor of leaning down to her bare back and pressing kisses down her spine. With his knees planted on either side of her thighs, she could feel the warm brush of his erection against the underside of her rear end. As he mouthed along her vertebrae, he murmured, “Beautiful, beautiful woman that she is. Run away with me, da’revas - what do we need of this silly wolf you have let in our bed?”
His fond nickname made Varda hide in the sheets to conceal her blush. ‘Da’revas’ - little freedom. It had been her to find and cure him of Tranquility, helped by Cassandra and the new Seekers. Though their road had been difficult, she wouldn’t have changed an instant of it. She couldn’t quite say the same for her ups-and-downs with Solas, but the ups had far outpaced the downs by now.
“He-” Varda squeaked as she felt Felassan’s lips on her tailbone. “He’s not so bad, arasha.” Meeting Solas’s gaze, she took in the heat behind his eyes. There was no need to couch the playful derision. As Felassan had once said, ‘It would do him well to be blasphemed against by some who truly know him.’ She smiled at him and watched his intent stare go soft. “He keeps me warm when you get up without us in the morning.”
“I would get you a dozen bedwarmers - all with hair to their ankles, if you permitted it,” Felassan said lightly. “Does his shiny head not blind you in the morning sun?”
Her giggle turned into a gasp before it could fully leave her lips. The Elvhen menace’s favorite move was to relax her with laughter before pouncing. His wicked tongue slid between her cheeks and over her rim to the base of her spine, making her wiggle with unexpected sensation. Felassan was spurred on by her whining, licking at her languidly. Her eyes still locked on Solas’s, she saw his wrists flex against the bonds. The cotton made a characteristic rasp over the velvet of the chair.
After delivering a little smack to her ass just to hear her squeak, Felassan moved back up her prone form, nosing at the nape of her neck below her bun. “Such poor control our Fen’Harel displays,” he snickered against her earlobe. “I cannot feast on you in peace under his greedy gaze.” His clever tongue laved up the sensitive shell of her ear up to the pointed tip, where he closed his lips and suckled gently. Varda whined, soft and low, melting further beneath him.
Releasing her ear, Felassan lifted his voice to a careless lilt, teasing, “Will you behave, unruly da’fenlin? Or should I turn you around?” To Varda’s disappointed grumble, he slid from the bed and stalked the few feet to Solas’s chair. The bald elf looked mutinous for the barest instant before settling himself. He would have looked dignified if not for the bobbing erection between his thighs.
“If you could hear me shifting, it would seem that you were doing a poor job.” Doing his best to look down his nose at Felassan, who stood above him with a cheeky grin, Solas sniffed, “Our lovely vhenan is much louder in her pleasure under my attentions.”
Felassan tutted. He managed to look fairly superior for a man wearing only a smile. “Impatient. I will have our Varda sing before long, be assured. In the meantime-”
Two of his dark fingers curled beneath Solas’s pale chin, tipping it up to look at him consideringly. Varda’s breath caught - she loved watching Solas’s bright eyes so open and honest as only Felassan could make them. It brought a youthfulness to his sage face. A dear, rare vulnerability. Nothing could pry the mirth from Felassan’s face, but the sarcastic tilt of his lips softened to fondness.
“-let us ensure your attention.”
Solas’s vulnerability turned to brief alarm as Felassan carelessly shoved the chair closer to the bed, the legs scraping on the floor. In a moment, Varda was just below nose-to-nose with him, her face resting on her folded arms. It was the most natural thing in the world to wiggle a little closer and-
Find her lips blocked by a warm palm. She caught a glimpse of Solas’s irritated eyes above Felassan’s hand. A little higher, warm violet laughed down at her. In his rich, lazy voice, he drawled, “Use your tongue, da’revas. Get my hand nice and wet so I can stroke your pet wolf’s cock.”
Varda’s cheeks heated. Felassan had a blunt way with words that she and Solas could never quite match. Rubbing her inner thighs together to relieve some of the ache, she tentatively lapped at his fingers and palms, feeling a little foolish. Seeing the rosy glow on two sets of pointed ears made her bolder. She caught the pad at the base of Felassan’s thumb between her teeth in the slightest nip, revelling in the salacious growl he let out in response. When she judged his hand slick enough, she tilted her head and kissed his wrist, making his cheeks crinkle. Only after did she deign to look at Solas. It made her stomach flutter - he looked starved, watching her with the hopeless longing of a man who knew he’d be excluded from the playtime to come.
His head hit the back of the armchair with a hiss as Felassan, without ceremony, reached down and squeezed his erection roughly. “Get a good look, Fen’Harel,” he taunted. “Your pretty vhenan is going to put on a show for you. Varda, turn over - let him look at what he cannot have.”
She did, rolling onto her back and looking at her men upside down. At the jerk of Felassan’s chin, she cupped her own breasts, arching high enough to let Solas see her rosy nipples as she pinched them between her fingertips. She had to pitch her moans up above Solas’s for him to hear, but no part of the display was feigned, both between the teasing of her sensitive skin and the show she was getting in return.
Felassan’s hand was a blur as he mercilessly stroked Solas’s cock. The other elf was writhing in his restraints, hissing out curses. He normally favored a slow build towards pleasure - Felassan was bringing him hurtling towards an end that they all knew well would not be given. Chest heaving, Varda watched wide-eyed as Felassan touched Solas in a way that she wouldn’t have quite dared. Her touches still carried a breath of reverence, but the Elvhen pair knew one another’s limits with the precision of Ages of practice. Solas choked out a snarl as teeth caught one of his ear-tips, only barely managing to keep his eyes open and locked on her body.
“You should prepare yourself,” murmured Felassan, the chuckle in his voice the only indication that he was paying any attention to the thrashing elf in his arms. “When I return to you, I won’t want to wait.”
With an involuntary whimper that made Solas peel his head off the back of the chair and look down at her with frantic hunger, she complied. One hand slid down between her legs - plenty wet enough without spit-slick - and parted her folds around two fingers. It was with Solas’s rapt gaze on the curve of her wrist that she worked them into her entrance, her little hum lost in the growling posturing of her men.
He broke earlier than they anticipated. “Let me up.”
Felassan didn’t even pause. “No.”
Prying his lilac fire from Varda’s body, Solas looked poisonously up at his tormentor. “Let me- Up, Felassan,” he hissed, a ragged breath catching in his throat as Felassan squeezed his cock at the base.
She saw their eyes lock. One challenging, the other patient. The watchword didn’t come.
Felassan’s lazy grin showed his canines as he mocked, “As impatient as ever, da’fenlin. But men tied to chairs do not get to command.” With a parting smack to his shaft that made both Varda and Solas whine, Felassan released him and flowed back up onto the bed. His rough touch gentled the instant it brushed her skin.
“Da’revas, beautiful jewel that you are, are you ready for me?” the amorous elf purred, snaking around to cover her body with his own. He tugged her hand up and away from her core, bringing it to his face to return the nip she’d given him earlier. “If you are feeling generous, let Fen’Harel taste your pleasure on your fingers.” This was followed by something in elven that rang so filthy, she was almost too embarrassed to consciously think it. Solas’s pupils swallowed his irises.
Shaking a little, Varda tentatively stretched her hand up and watched as Solas leaned eagerly forward. She couldn’t quite reconcile her stern apostate mentor with the primal heat in his face as he sucked her wet fingers between his plush lips. His eyes drifted closed and he hummed against her skin, the zing of his flicking tongue sending a shiver through her. Even in his desperation, the longing that shone out of him made her feel small and humble, though no longer unworthy.
“Ar lath ma,” she whispered, clumsily dragging her fingertips across the roof of his mouth.
Though he couldn’t reply, she felt a soft hum through his throat. Beloved eyes danced between her and their partner in a clear message - attend Felassan, vhenan.
She looked back down towards the other elf just in to see him plant his knees. With a raw and lusting smile, he hitched her thighs up to nearly bend her in half beneath him. His strong form was not just for show. Holding her ankles in one large hand, he guided the dripping tip of his cock to nudge at her entrance. “Pretty, pretty thing,” he half-sang, “Delight of gods and men and the sun above, will you allow me?”
Varda opened her mouth to answer and felt Solas’s teeth graze over her fingers. Instinctively, she snatched them back and scowled upside-down at him, making Felassan snicker.
“Please take me, arasha,” she murmured to Felassan. “I… I want…”
Their dirtier talk eluded her still. She tried to make up for it by lifting her hips, whining as it let the head of his cock slip into her waiting heat.
Felassan was ready to compensate for her shyness. As she raised, he lowered, sliding into her with a single stroke. Only when he was fully seated did he release her ankles, letting her calves come to rest on his shoulders in a bend that made both her insides and her thighs burn hot. Fatally, it wasn’t her that he spoke to.
“Our pretty mate is taking me to the base, Fen’Harel.” Oh, he was being cruel today. “You cannot see how her lovely cunt stretches to fit my cock, but it is a sight worth the toiling of millennia.” Leaning down, further folding her to his purpose, he crooned, “And the world has toiled millennia to make you for us, da’revas. You bloom in perfection-“ A deep thrust, making her keen. “-as you bloom open around me.”
Being so pressed beneath his broad-shouldered bulk made it difficult to breathe. She could feel him, hot and hard, low in her roiling belly.
Even if he took a dear, adoring care with her body, he was not always kind. His months of worship had taught him her limits to the finest degree. As merciless as he was with Solas, he was just as unlikely to dull his touch for her. When he hitched up to rest nearly wholly atop her, Varda let out a weak wail, squirming instinctively with her helplessness. His cock branded her insides with his heat and shape.
Felassan descended and kissed her panting mouth, swallowing the last of her breath along with her cries. She gave him all, gladly. In his dark tones, deep as his blush-copper cheeks, he murmured, “You are going to cum for me, da’vhenan. Your pleasure will flow so richly that the Fade will hum with it. And you-“
She was suddenly reminded of Solas’s presence by a growl from the edge of the bed. Felassan’s head snapped up with a feral smile, but she was too crushed under him to look up at her other love. “Let me tell you a tale of Fen’Harel,” panted Felassan, lit from within by gloating possession. “And how the Slow Arrow fucked his pretty wife until she howled for the wolf no longer.” Varda nearly thought to reach up and comfort Solas, but from the yearning whine, the words heated his libido as much as his temper. She held nothing back from either of them, but her boys were possessive, relishing these little games. Being the object of their tug-of-war left her caught between two forces of nature bent on her ultimate bliss.
Holding that in the shreds of her mind that Felassan hadn’t yet driven from her, Varda let a soft mewl fall from her breathless lips, making him meet her eyes again with choking affection. It stunned her how close she already was. Felassan had chosen his body as surely as Solas had and wielded it to make hers sing.
“I was made to be his, you know,” he’d told her once. Then, laughing through his pounce, added, “And you were born to be ours.”
Violet eyes descended to nudge their noses together and she let every muscle she still controlled relax. To the sound of satisfied chuckling and cotton restraints creaking, she let Felassan bring her over the edge in a flurry of bitey kisses. When he pulled up, looking smug, she could hear how wet she was around him. Before she could hide her face, he caught her wrists and held them fast against the bed.
Though his pace had slowed, his depth hadn’t lessened. With squeaks pushed out of her ragged throat by the scalding length of his cock, Felassan made languid, devastating love to her until her eyelids fluttered.
“Listen to that. Your lovely vhenan is dripping.” Though Varda fought her eyes open, she needn’t have - Felassan’s were fixed above her head on Solas. “She opened so nicely for me. This pretty cunt-” And she writhed as he ground his pelvis against her throbbing clit. “-is still milking me. Shall I fill her, Fen’Harel? I could spill inside this perfect hole and let you lick her clean.”
“Let me see,” Solas ordered roughly. Even with all the intervening years, Felassan’s instincts carried him when his commander called. With a chuckle, he pulled out of Varda and slowly brought her back to a more comfortable position. Her back ached, but her need was worse. She could never get enough of her loves.
Felassan was gentle as he shuffled her into place for Solas’s satisfaction. Satisfaction, as it turned out, was too strong of a word - further torment was closer. When she was seated properly astride Felassan, his legs planted on either side of Solas’s thighs while hers dangled outside them, her breasts were very nearly eye-level to him. However, his gaze was fixed between her legs, admiring or coveting the slick that wetted her inner thighs. She felt her cheeks go scarlet as his nostrils flared. The Dread Wolf had caught her scent.
Her back was against Felassan’s bare chest, their skin sticking with sweat. It wasn’t a good angle for him to re-enter her with any depth. The full genius of the positioning was only revealed when she was carefully tilted forward to brace her hands on the arms of the chair. Strong hands gripped her hips to keep her steady. Just as Solas leaned up to brush his nose along the curve of her throat, Varda felt the other elf’s thick cockhead breach her.
“Oh-!”
To the back of her ear, Felassan murmured, “That’s it… bear down, da’revas. Take me in.”
She did. Tilting and pressing back, he entered her by degrees, the creamy slide irresistible. “Fel-ass-annn…” she whined, feeling the sensitive ruin he’d made of her slowly open. As her head drooped forward and her arms trembled, threatening to give out, she came forehead-to-forehead with Solas. It was looking into his hungry eyes that she felt Felassan bottom out.
Through the misty haze of lust, she saw his lips part, inhaling at whatever he saw in her face. For one wild moment, she wasn’t sure which one of them he was jealous of. Then as she nuzzled forward helplessly, she got to watch his gaze focus in real time.
“Is he fucking you deep, vhenan?” Solas murmured. His hands flexed and fought against the restraints still tying him to the armchair.
Varda shivered weakly, making Felassan give a choked groan as he started to move. “He- yes-”
Lilac eyes sparked silver. Even as his cock twitched within her, she felt Felassan slam down a dispelling field. “Behave,” he growled.
It was all Varda could do to cling to the arms of the chair as the two ancient elves bickered over her like wolves over a rabbit. Like gods over a disciple. Like tongues of flame over the candle that was swiftly softening and melting between them. When Solas moved to catch her lips, Felassan laced a hand into her tied-back hair and drew her back to mouth at her neck. When a creeping and clever hand found hers, it was yanked away and her arms were brought to rest on the chair’s back instead. It was maddening.
Much more so for Solas, evidently. He watched hungrily as she was unmade and could do nothing about it. Felassan kept him hovering on the edge of mutiny with voice alone. It suited her fine - she had long since lost hers.
“Lovely Varda , the Dread Wolf’s pretty mate,” Felassan panted. Solas’s eyes flicked over her shoulder and locked on. “Do you see how badly he wants you? But tonight, da’fenlin must keep his hunger - tonight you’re mine.”
Solas’s temper (or raw instinct) seemed to take him for a moment - he jerked forward as if to snap at Felassan, but was choked and pulled back by the fabric around his neck. She felt teeth against her shoulder as Felassan chuckled.
“Touch him.”
She didn’t understand at first. Then Felassan’s grip tightened and drew her back, making her flail for a moment as she was pulled away from the chair’s headrest. It was exquisitely difficult work with him still inside her. Resettling her in a better position, she was able to reach down and get a hand around Solas’s neglected cock. His hiss almost made her snatch it back.
“V-!”
Felassan’s breath was tickling at her ear again, catching the lobe lightly and murmuring, “Go on.”
Watching Solas’s canines sink into his full lower lip, Varda loosely ringed her fingers around his neglected erection. Before she could manage anything more coordinated than a soft squeeze, Felassan planted his feet and used the full power of his muscular thighs to drive up into her. Solas’s brilliant eyes went wide as she yelped, then snapped shut when the new rhythm made her fingers flex tight.
Unfortunately, all she accomplished was clumsily dragging her curled hand over Solas’s cock as Felassan started to bounce her in his lap. Even that she had to give up after a few strokes for fear of clawing him by mistake. Wincing at her wolf’s frustrated snarl, Varda gave herself over to the unbearable heat of Felassan bullying her open. At least he was beginning to show signs of being affected by their play - his fingers shook where they dug into her thighs, his breath coming ragged against the tip of her ear. Not that it quieted his filthy words. Archaic elven terms dripped from his lips like the beading precum that drooled down Solas’s shaft.
“Beauty of every star- Irresistible as the tides, my love, my joy-” he groaned, almost laughing through the phrases with pure exhilaration. “I will fill you, pretty thing, and your lover will fuck you through my cum ever after.”
As she melted back against him and sobbed, over-stimulated but insatiable, Felassan took his hands from her thighs and wrapped her up in his arms. With new leverage, he pounded up into her with the reverence of a blood sacrifice. Raw, intimate, and carnal. Savaging her willing body, he barked breathless joy into her shoulder. Words of disconnected adoration crashed on the hard planes of his rutting and trapped her between love and lust. Her head lolled back against him as she came with a howl.
Merciless, Felassan half-cackled, licking up her jawline with the purr of a tiger. “Take me,” he panted. “Take my cock, da’revas, make- make me yours-”
Devoted followers alike, they came apart together.
There was something overwhelming that came of opening her bleary eyes to see Solas’s, enthralled, flaring silver with jealous need. As she dazedly watched, his gaze chased a drop of sweat over her chest and down her body, coming to the apex of her legs where Felassan’s cock still twitched. All she could manage was a soft whine as he licked his lips.
Felassan was gasping for breath behind her. He couldn’t see the mess he’d made of her fluttering cunt, but he could feel it. Reaching around, he cupped her thigh and gently pulled, spreading her - and lovingly hushing her whimper - so that Solas could take in her ruin. When Felassan’s softening cock slipped out, she could feel her inner walls grasping hungrily at nothing, only serving to let their mingled release ooze. She could feel each beat of her pounding heart in her lower belly and thudding in her ears, drowning the crooning elf at her back.
And he didn’t relent. “Fen’Harel,” Felassan drawled. “How generous the Dread Wolf is, letting another man fuck his dear mate.” Magic flashed between them, bright enough that Varda squeaked in feeble protest and squeezed her eyes shut. The hand on her leg went icy for an instant.
Then Solas gave in, voice shuddering, and ordered, “Bring her here, Felassan.”
Varda gave a little hum to indicate her willingness. Felassan only stroked her thigh, shushing her gently. He shifted her to one side and cradled her in his lap, letting her lean back against one of his broad shoulders. In dragging across his chest, her bun came fully undone, sending her hair spilling lank with sweat down about her collarbones. Seamlessly, he carded it back and out of her face. He wanted her to see.
“I’ve heard no ‘please’ from you.”
No pushback. Only liquid heat in his eyes and breath too quick to be nonchalant. “Please, bring her to me.”
Again, Varda keened quietly, and Felassan tipped her chin up to devour it. Her thoughts had gone soupy with heat. “What would you have of her?” Felassan murmured, gazing adoringly down at her bliss-slack face. “Her mouth? Her pretty cunt? Perhaps I shall set her in your lap - let you rut yourself dry against her lovely ass like a mongrel hound.” Her breath caught on the same hitch that Solas’s did, but while her gasp was shock, his was want.
“Vhenan.” Varda’s head flopped back to face Solas, a soft delight in her slow, languid senses at being addressed by her heart. As if he could see her ever-aching to give him whatever he would ask, Solas smiled. “Your lover is being very withholding.”
“Slander and lies,” Felassan cooed. He used his foot to shove the chair back from the bed, making its needy occupant bite out a swear, and gently gathered Varda onto the floor. Casting one of their many blankets beneath her, he set her to kneel before Solas’s bound form. If it had been a throne, she would have been the supplicant, but it was Pride’s prison - she was only a temptation that he may or may not earn. Such thoughts were beyond her at that moment, however, and all she could think to do was lay her head on his thigh and look up at him muzzily.
As he felt her breath ghost up his inner thigh, Solas groaned, letting his head fall against the back of the chair. Felassan - who had drawn up above them both after depositing her in place - sauntered easily around to perch beside him, leaning down so that his smirk could rasp up Solas’s pale neck. All sharp teeth at his sensitive ear, Felassan murmured, “You are a mess, da’fenlin. Where is this Dread Wolf in the tales? Where is the Wolf-”
Varda’s eyes had drifted half-closed in quiet rapture, but snapped open as she heard Solas cry out. Felassan’s dark hand had wrapped around his cock in a choking hold and was squeezing harshly on each upward drag.
“-that delights in watching me fuck his sweet wife in his own bed? That sits and-”
He paused and lunged down to cup Varda’s sex for an instant, surprising a squeak from her as he dragged greedy fingers through her still-soaked folds. Solas’s pupils blew out as Felassan started to stroke him again, the sound slick and filthy.
“Sits and behaves himself so nicely as his bride calls another man’s name? And delights in it? Where are the fables where Fen’Harel fucks my hand, wet with my cum and hers, and wonders if the Slow Arrow won the race to breed his lover?”
Solas thrashed against the restraints, biting back curses as Felassan harshly tugged at his neglected cock. The one around his neck had been yanked tight and he was forced to look up into Felassan’s grin, though his eyes kept flicking back down to Varda. Wanting to go to him, she struggled with her unresponsive legs, nearly face-planting against his knee. All she could manage was to nose closer and kiss his inner thigh. As it flexed and jumped with Felassan’s rough attentions, she boldly nipped one of the corded muscles, latching and worrying at the porcelain until a lovebite bloomed. His scent was strong there. Masculine, refined, and more raw than anyone who knew only the scholarly mage would expect. Nuzzling against his spasming skin, Varda relished his unmasked animalism.
The arms of the chair were utterly ruined. As Solas struggled between controlling his magic and unleashing it on Felassan in revenge for the torment, he alternately scalded and soaked the fabric beneath his hands. Jagged elven profanities scattered from his bite-swollen lips, goaded forth by Felassan’s filthy purring, too low now for her to hear. One of Varda’s hands crept up his other leg, settling on his knee and stroking it with her thumb.
Felassan cast her a mirthful leer. “Da’revas, are you so quick to pardon him?”
“Vhenan- please-” Solas ground out. “I cannot- Fenhedis-! ”
“Yes, exactly.”
With a little smile, Varda scooted as close as she could manage. Then, leaning up to bury her face in his groin, she laved her tongue over his heavy, drawn-up sac. Lapping at his musk, she let her hair fall across his thigh, laying her head in his lap as she tried to pleasure him while staying clear of Felassan’s rough strokes.
Solas shouted as he came. She just managed to pull back before he wet her hair, taking his spend across her cheeks as Felassan strangled the last drops from his exhausted body. Solas’s eyes were almost aflame as he traced the cum slowly dripping down her face. He let out a choked sound.
Dazed with arousal, she teetered forward to try and suck the last from his cock, but Solas yelped and curled away. His breathing was labored, unable to get wholly comfortable in the restraints. Each time his head listed forward, the fabric would jolt it back up.
At last, Felassan took pity. Faux grudging, but it served. Slitting the bindings with the drag of a finger, he let Solas catch his breath as he scooped Varda up and tossed her, shrieking, onto the rumpled bed. When she’d caught up a corner of the sheets to mop her face, she heard him yelp, looking up just in time to catch an ozone whiff of Solas’s zap. Clearly, even limp with fatigue and satiation, he would not suffer to be thrown. She let out a yelp of her own as the ridiculous man Fade-stepped to face-plant beside her. His flesh was frigid when he gathered her squirming body close, burying his nose in her damp hair. With his first hum of relieved peace, she subsided, shivering while the spell’s wintry chill dissipated.
Felassan slid in before her, chasing back the remaining cold. Crowding in, he let their legs tangle, making her small between the two Elvhen. Varda was more than happy to nuzzle into his strong chest. Above her, she felt Felassan’s lips on the crown of her head.
It was never certain which of them would say it first. This time, it was her.
“Ar lath ma,” she whispered dreamily. “Ara’vhenan, vhenan-ara.”
Solas curled behind her. He was careful to keep his too-raw skin well away from her thighs. Though Varda heard him inhale, Felassan took his turn next.
“Love you both.” Letting the exhaustion of leading their play find purchase, at last, his hand flowed up over her waist to grab Solas’s. Felassan, in particular, clung in his sleep as if he may wake alone. “Let me…”
With a tired wave, he snuffed out all candles and lanterns within the room. In the newly dark silence, he repeated, soft and slow, “I love you both. Solas?”
Varda smiled into Felassan’s bare chest. The oldest of habits survived death.
The elven came languidly. “So much love do I hold, one alone could not bear it,” declaimed Solas solemnly, the effect somewhat ruined by the slight lisp he’d bitten into his tongue. A moment later, completely ruined by his snuffling at her ear. “Vhenan?”
The blankets were drawn gently over her. Both of her loves ran careful, clever hands over her, sparks of mana twinkling along her bones. Too tired to speak, she only nodded, feeling her cocoon of silk and skin warm. They knew. With a little yawn, she nestled her hips back against Solas and her face forward into Felassan’s collarbone. Of course they knew.