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      Published: 2016-05-06 Updated: 2016-12-18 Chapters: 13/? Words: 23050
****** Dead End Street ******
by LilKjay_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Drafts and snippets my muse threw at me while I was writing the
     "official" stories.
     Also some chapters from deleted stories of mine who are too good to
     let them suffer in the trash bin.
     Every one of them is a stand alone and once was shortlisted to make
     an appearance till I decided against it.
     So you may notice some parallels, "could have been's" or "What If's".
     Nearly all of them are NSFW. *coughs* And yes. Dark sometimes too.
      
     Because (according to my little fairies) these short stories are too
     good to simply delete them, I decided to upload them. Have fun!
Notes
     Let's start this!
     Commander Cullen Rutherford and his Templars being (sexy) assholes.
     Main pairing: Cullen/Female OC
     Main tags: Seducing, vaginal fingering, kissing, face slapping,
     possessive behavior. female OC shackled.
     Slightly dub/con. Also harassment in the first part of the chapter.
     And yes. My version of Cullen has an impressive cock. Because I can.
     (And he wanted it too!)
***** Caught (Cullen/female OC, Templars/female OC) *****
 
 
A_messenger_delivers_a_message._A_healer_is_required_in_the_Templar_Quarters_at
Haven.
 
She is a little nervous but grabs her bag and walks to the Templar quarters. As
she arrives the Templars stare at her and she hears them whisper. Hostile
looks, shock, surprise. While she takes care of their injuries, she feels their
eyes on her. One Templar finally leaves. A few minutes later the door bangs
open.
She turns, sees the Templar return, followed by his superior. The Knight
Commander. She recognizes him from dreamily descriptions of the other servants.
Golden eyes ringed with sapphire flicker around searching, before settling on
her. Then they narrow.
 
'You?!' she hears him growl and makes a step back as she sees the hate in his
eyes.
'Restrain her!' The Knight Commander barks in a sharp tone and instantly two
Templars grab her. She writhes in their grasp and snarls at them to let her go,
but they are stronger. They haul her forward, in the middle of the room and in
front of the man, force her to a stand. Struggling against the iron grip she
snarls and curses till the Knight Commander has enough of this display and
lifts his hand. The slap echoes through the room and her face gets wiped to the
side.
'Stop struggling!' Cullen growls. She hisses annoyed and answers
'Fuck you!' for this, he backhands her again. She presses her lips in a thin
line and works her jaw, then breathes deeply.
'Behave, Sweetheart' He growls and she scrunches her nose at the nickname. How
dare he?!
'Release me this instant!' she snarls.
'What?!' he finally growls, eyes even darker then before.
 
'I said release me. Or I will make your life a living hell, I swear!' She says
threateningly.
He seems irritated and for a few seconds he says nothing. She just thinks she
has won, when a dangerous smirk grows on his full lips, pulling the scar. He
begins to chuckle and curls his forefinger under her chin, tilting her face up
even more, their faces just inches apart. The close proximity makes her blood
boil and she does her best not to tremble, her lips slightly parted. He is
close, and a unbearable heat seems to radiate from him, swallowing, enveloping
her.
'You will, Sweetheart?' The Knight Commander says in a low tone and she feels
his sweet mint breath ghost over her face. Her lips twitch in annoyance and the
nickname he had given her. Golden eyes study her face intently, the damnable
smirk making him appear even more dangerous. She narrows her eyes and looks
away nervously, thinking.
‘Yes and you will beg for my mercy!’ she finally spats frustrated and he
chuckles again, louder this time.
‘I will beg for mercy…? Did you all hear that?’ He says loud enough for the
others to hear, and now she hears several of them chuckle. She scrunches her
face in irritation, then writhes against the iron hold of the Templars.
‘Stop laughing, bastards! Let me go and I demonstrate it!’ She hisses, and his
golden eyes start to glint, while some of his Templars now start to laugh. Full
lips part and the sweet mint scent intensifies, along with the scent of red
wine. For a few seconds he studies her, and she is enthralled by the power of
his gaze. It leaves her almost breathless
 
‘You no longer have the authority to give them orders, Sweetheart.’ Knight
Commander Rutherford says with a sly grin. She scrunches her nose, eyes flicker
away from him and to the laughing Templars. Some of them have their arms folded
over their chests, some simply smirk or grin at her. And without exception, all
of them let their eyes wander along her body.
‘I don´t need authority to bring you, or your boys to your knees!’ She snarls
in disgust, then again tries to free herself. She knows very well that what she
says is nonsense, and quenches down desperately the feel of fear that begins to
grow in her. Never show fear, her father had said once.  Baring her teeth she
squared her shoulders as best as possible. Her gaze returns back to the Knight
Commander in front of her, and she holds his intense golden gaze ringed with
sapphire.
‘This is your last chance, Asshole’ She spats the last word, and sees his
eyebrows rise in amusement.
‘Let me go, or you will regret it!’
 
Her threat halls through the large room, and for a few seconds complete silence
reigns. Then the Knight Commander steps even closer, and she has to force
herself to stay still, to remain steady. Close. Too close. His scent of sweat
and patchouli. heady and luring her on. Her mouth goes dry at once and she
feels her heart beat wildly in her chest, as he stops again, his full lips just
inches apart from hers. Their breath mingles and she bites her bottom lip to
suppress a shudder. Humming low he lifts one of his gloved hands up to her
chin, then turns her head to the side. Hands balled to fists she cant suppress
the shudder this time, and feels him shake with silent laughter.
'I don't intent to let you go, Sweetheart...' the Knight Commander murmurs,
almost lovingly. As his hands settle afterwards on either side of her waist,
she keeps her head tipped to the side still. As if under a spell, she is unable
to withstand. Allows him to trail his full lips along her jaw and down, feels
and hears how he inhales her scent as his lips reach her the point below her
earlobe. She gasps as he nuzzles the skin there, tensing immediately as sparks
of heat shot through her body. His sweet mint breath tickles her slightly
pointed ear, and she whimpers in desire. The gesture is so intimate, too
intimate, but she is mindless of the Templars who watch them in silence. Her
eyelids flutter close and she tilts her head to the side more, gaining him
better access. He takes advantage of this fact with a low hum of approval, and
as he pulls her body against his larger one, she feels the pulsing hardness of
his cock, pressing against her lower belly. Oh god…
As his tongue darts out, licking along the shell of her ear feather light, she
almost crumbles, the heat that pools in her belly like a wild fire. The heat of
his gloved hands, seeping through his gloves and the linen of his dress makes
her cheeks flush brightly, and she is panting. Eyes squeezed shut she clutches
her hands in his tabard. Wait, when did the Templars release her? The thought
skitters away as The Knight Commander begins to suck on her earlobe. Just on
the border of pain, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her pliant in his
arms, trembling and pulling herself closer against him. He releases the lobe
finally with a parting bite, soft and tender.
Full lips ghost back to the skin at the juncture of her neck, and she feels his
hands wander. One comes to rest in the small of her back, the other on her ass,
squeezing and kneading. Sucking on her skin anew, she feels his sharp teeth,
worrying the skin and making her whimper again. The hand in her back presses
her closer against him, their bodies flush together. She feels his impressive
cock twitch against her, and the almost inaudible sucking noises are
accompanied by low growls, vibrating through his chest. Her hands clench and
unclench in the fabric of his attire. With every shaking breath she takes she
inhales him, his scent flooding her mind and drugging her.
 
Her eyes are closed in bliss, and so she is caught off guard completely as he
suddenly pushes her away from him. With a surprised cry she falls backwards,
landing on her back and ass on the floor. One hand flies to her neck, where she
feels the soft pulse of abused skin, and the small formed bump from the hickey
he created. Golden eyes are dark as he stares down at her with a devilish
smirk. His lips are slightly swollen and glisten with his saliva, the visible
bulge in his black leather trousers an evidence of how much the action affected
him, as well. She swallows several times, her mouth dry and unable to function.
With the back of his gloved hand he wipes the remaining saliva away from his
lips, and then he addresses her,  voice breathy but full of malice.
‘And this time no protection will stop me...’ Her eyes widen at his words and
she scrambles to her knees, the wetness of her panties and blood loss in her
head making her sway dizzily.
‘W… what?’ She croaks in irritation, embarrassed of the unsteadiness of her
voice. Golden eyes flicker along her trembling and kneeling body, and he hums
low, the damnable smirk stretching the scar on his upper lip.
‘Be glad that I don't reclaim you right now. You would have accepted my cock
readily. Let me fuck you, right here in front of my boys. Without any
complaint’ he continues and her she blushes in shame and embarrassment, knowing
that he is right. But she silences the voice inside her, and her hands ball to
tight fists, anger rising up in her.
 
‘Shut up!’ She snarls, tears of shame prickling in her eyes. Gathering her
strength, she rises to her feet, then stumbles to the side as the blood rushes
downwards again. After two swaying steps she bumps into a Templar, who pushes
her with a malicious laugh away from him, and in the arms of another Templar.
Their loud laughs hurt her sensitive ears and she squeezes her eyes shut,
covering her ears with her shaking hands, while they push her like a doll
around between them. Humiliation makes her cheeks burn and she chokes back a
sob, as she again is turned and pushed away by strong arms. A few feet she
staggers forwards again, before black gloved hands grab her upper arms and
steady her.
She is trembling and has her head bowed, the budding anger in her tethering to
spill over. The hold on her upper arms remains and she catches her breath,
before looking up in the arms of the Templar that is now holding here. Of
course… It´s Him. Golden eyes ringed with sapphire are glinting with amusement.
‘Fucking Bastard!’ She yells and before she can control herself, she lashes
out.
The slap as she backhands him is almost ear deafening, echoing along the stone
walls several times. At once it is deathly still, the laughing of the Templars
died as once as they realize what she just had done. Her hand is still in the
end position of the slap, the imprints of her five fingers clearly visible on
his left cheek, and she feels the answering burn in her palm. Bluish lips
pressed in a thin line she watched with narrowed eyes, as the Templar slowly
turned his head. The hold he has on her upper arms tightens painfully and he
has his teeth bared, the look of madness making his eyes ablaze.
 
‘How dare you…’ She hears him hiss between clenched teeth and then his eyes
flash, a brightly sapphire that gives him the look of an demon. Her cry is
silent as a wave of pure ice hits her, and she goes limp in an instant in his
arms. Like dirt he releases her and she drops on her knees to the ground, her
chest heaving and sinking panicked. No air reaches her lungs and she convulses,
then tips to the side and on the dirty ground. Her eyelids flutter rapidly and
the last thing she hears before she blacks out is his deep voice, dangerous low
as he gives his order.
‘Take her to the dungeons.'
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
She wakes up later in the dungeons, hands cuffed and laying on her side. She
groans then rolls on the other side, burying her face in her hands. Her head is
pounding, She is thirsty and her clothes are damp, but she isn't freezing. It
is rather hot in the dungeons. The sweat clings to her sticky skin and at this
she scrunches her face. Then she realizes that she is just wearing her
underwear and bends her knees, presses them together. Another groan escapes her
and she presses her handcuffed hands in front of her face, wiping sweat slick
strands of hair from her face. A dark chuckle is heard and she peeks one eye
open, almost flinching as she sees the Knight Commander looming over her. He
sits on his haunches, studying her with a dark expression. She licks her dry
and chapped lips and then opens her other eye.
'Well… in all my wet dreams about us two, you were the handcuffed one' she
croaks out and the Commander growls darkly, golden gaze traveling over her
almost naked body.
'You will only speak when spoken to.' He finally says in a dark voice and she
narrows her eyes at his angry tone. Gathering all her strength she sits up and
rubs with her hands over her face, then looks at him over her shoulder. She
sees that something silvery glints on his gloved forefinger, and then narrows
her eyes.
'First: I will speak whenever I want. Second… that´s my ring!' She says in a
petulant tone and he hums, golden eyes studying the ring.
'I know.' He says thoughtfully and then his gaze hardens as he slips her ring
in the pocket of his trousers.
'Interesting that you kept this one... and not your wedding ring' his voice is
colder now, a mix of anger and… hurt? She is confused and then shifts a little,
turning and sitting cross legged in front of him.
'Don't know what you're talking about!' She exclaims and he sighs frustrated. 
'Shut up.' he says darkly and she bares her teeth, remembering what he had
done.
'I will not! Why are my hands cuffed?' She quips in annoyance and he narrows
his eyes.
 
'Because you deserve it.' he says in a hard tone and she pursues her lips, then
snorts.
'Oh I see. I am too dangerous with my hands free, yes?' She says amused and he
growls in anger, leaning forward in the chair.
'Shut up!' He repeats darkly and she glances over to him again, amusement
turning into annoyance.
'You are in no position to give me orders. But just you know: I don’t have any
desire to talk to you anyway.' she snarls and he narrows his eyes.
'It should have never been like this' He murmurs, more to himself then to her.
She bites her bottom lip and winces because it hurts. For a while neither
speaks. The silence is finally interrupted by the creaking of the chair as the
Knight Commander rises and walks around her. He sighed deeply then and knelt on
one knee in front of her. She absently noticed this, but it is his gloved hand
cupping her cheek that made her pay attention once more.

‘... I missed you… Sweetheart’ He murmurs in a soft dark tone, golden eyes
ringed with sapphire watching her. She blinks confused but then gathers herself
and smiles seductively, looking at him from under her dark eyelashes. Maybe she
could use his sentimental state to get free.
'You did…? Well… then how about you show me how much? She purrs and loops her
cuffed hands over his head and pulls herself up. Golden eyes darken and his
hand comes to rest in the small of her back.
‘I don´t think you could endure that right now...’ he growls breathy and she
winks. Lips inches apart they look at each other. Her smile is challenging, his
is smug.
'Try me, Knight Commander…’ She says with a devilish smile and closes the
distance. Her lips encloses his upper lip and she sucks sensually on it, tip of
her tongue tracing along the scar. With a growl he pulls her flush against him
and tilts her backwards, using her surprised moan to take control over the
kiss. Prying her mouth open he deepens the kiss, lowering her down to the
ground and settling over her. His weight supported on his forearm his other
hand roves freely over her belly, waist and hip. A roll of his hips makes her
gasp, the evidence of his desire pressing hard against her lower stomach.
 
His tongue slides in her mouth with skill, dominating the passionate kiss.
Will-less she lies under him, knees bend and spread to welcome his larger frame
between her legs. Cuffed hands curled she surrendered to him, lifting her hips
eagerly as he rolls his hips anew against hers. His hand pulled her knee up and
guides it over his hips. A slow thrust and she tipped her head back, a low moan
escaping her kiss swollen lips. Memories of last night flooded her mind. How he
had slammed into her, long and deep. The feel of his impressive cock inside her
to the hilt. Another moan escapes her and he growls low at the sound and kissed
along her jaw, leaving a trail of fire as he went. His scent surrounds her and
she whimpers as he begins to suck at the juncture of her neck. Sharp teeth
worry the sensitive skin, heightening the lust she feels.
 
Another thrust makes her mind go blank, the fell of his impressive cock against
but not inside her torture. Nimble fingers curl in his golden hair as he
intensifies the sucking. Tingling arousing pain radiates from the spot as he
finally releases her skin. With a smirk he lifts his head and stares down at
her. Equal darkened eyes met and he licks his lips.
'Mhh... a little reminder for others that you're already taken. Promised to be
mine...' Knight Commander Rutherford growls darkly and she swallows in a daze.
A gloved forefinger traces the hickey that blooms bright red at the right side
of her neck. Slightly damp from his saliva it was too high placed to be covered
by a scarf, and he chuckled low.
 
She stared up at him with flushed cheeks, her chest heaving with the deep
breaths she takes.
'Taken? Promised?' She croaks in confusion and his smirk widens. Dipping his
head down full lips brush again over hers, teeth tugging on her bottom lip
afterwards.
‘I haven't forgotten, unlike you my love... Soon I will finish what we
started…But not now...’ despite his dangerous words his voice was soft, and she
blinks as she begins to understand the meaning of his words.
'What...?' She husks after clearing her throat. Guiding her cuffed hands back
over his head he placed them with slight pressure on the ground over her head.
 
Golden eyes ringed with sapphire glint in amusement and he pushes himself up on
his knees. One gloved hand comes to rest on her thigh. Drawing soothing circles
in her white soft skin he lets his gaze wander over her almost naked body.
 
'Believe me, it takes every ounce of my willpower not to fuck you right now...'
he says darkly and straightens his trousers as if to emphasize his words. The
prominent bulge is promising and she instinctively tries to clench her thighs
together. He chuckles amused.
‘But I want to claim you properly… in a large bed… just the two of us…’ his
voice is breathy and after a last hungry gaze over her outstretched body, he
rises gracefully. She narrows her eyes and slowly the fogging desire lifts from
her mind.
'Wait! Where are you going?!' She asks in frustration as he saunters past her
and to the door of the cell. Looking over his shoulder at her he smirks
devilishly, before stepping through the door.
 
'As much as I would love to spend more time with you, I have work to do.' He
says amused and closes the door, locking it with a heavy metal key. In an
instant she had rolled on her belly, and scrambled on her knees.
'What?! You can´t leave me here!' She exclaims in horror and disbelief. Knight
Commander Rutherford flashes her a smile and slides the key in the pocket of
his leather trousers.
'As you can see, I can. But don't worry. I will visit you again in the
morning...' That said and ignoring her angry curse he turns his back to her and
walks humming away. Soon his large form is swallowed in the shadows and She
left alone in the dungeon.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Next morning.
 
 
The cell door creaks open, waking her. The Knight Commander enters her cell,
has a tablet with porridge with him and tea. He sits down on the chair that is
set up next to a table in the cell. She watches him as he prepares the tea,
ignoring her. When he is done he turns to her and rises, walking over to her
and caressing her cheek.
'Good morning, Sweetheart' he says softly and she narrows her eyes.
‘I am angry at you. So stop that.' she growls. She is still angry at him for
leaving her alone in the cell. With rats. And insects.
 
He hums thoughtfully and then helps her up by holding her upper arm. She sways
a little and grimaces. Her back hurts and her feet too. He guides her over to
the chair and sits down, then pulls her sideways on his thigh. She pursues her
lips at that but says nothing. He smells of soap and patchouli, the sweat is
just faint. But the sweet mint on his breath is strong. His left hand curls
around her waist, holding her secure.
'Slept well?' He says casually and she rolls her eyes.
'Oh yes. It was awesome. Especially as the rats came to cuddle with me!' She
quips annoyed. She has dark circles under her eyes, not slept much. He chuckles
and pulls the bowl with porridge closer. She is hungry and growls as he begins
to eat, glancing over to her with a smirk while he chews.
'That bad?' He says amused and she rolls her eyes but nods. But as he attempts
to feed her, she turns her head away.
'If you would free my hands, I could eat myself!' She says annoyed and he
chuckles darkly.
'And what if I don't want to free your hands?' He says and continues to eat,
looking at her expectantly.
 
She snorts and shifts in his lap, then lays her head on his shoulder.
'Still afraid that I could fight and conquer you?' She asks back and at this he
begins to laugh, dark and deep.
'Maker... I have missed you and your behavior' he says amused and smirks at
her, then sips from the tea. She narrows her eyes but says nothing, worrying
her bottom lip. A faint blush adorns her cheeks, she remembers what happened
the last time he said that. She is really hungry and her gaze falls on the
small dish with cookies.
'Are these... is that ginger bread?' Sasha asks in surprise, her mouth watering
instantly. Again he chuckles and his hand on her waist slides in the small of
her back.
'Indeed it is.' Knight commander Rutherford says and picks one piece up,
holding it against her lips. Forgetting her annoyance of getting feed, she
parts her lips and takes the piece. With a content sigh she closes her eyes and
chews. It is delicious.
 
'I ordered the cook to make them... just for you...' he says and her eyes open
again. Bewildered she glances up at him.
'Why? And how do you know I love gingerbread?' She asks cautiously, but opens
her mouth instantly as he feeds her another piece. A shadow falls over golden
eyes and he studies her while she chews, and his hand curls again around her
waist, tightens.
'Awww... growing affectionate, yes? Does that mean I can leave the stupid cell
today? Or...' her voice grows seductively and she kisses his stubbly jaw.
 
'Do I have to be... nice to you first...Knight Commander?' He inhales sharply
and rises, with her pressed against him. She yelps and slips from his lap, but
he catches her before she can tumble to the ground. Grabbing her under her
armpits he places her on the surface of the desk. the bowl with porridge
clatters to the ground and she looks with wide eyes up at the Knight Commander.
Looming over her he has his teeth bared, golden eyes dark and burning. With his
knee he kicks her thighs apart and steps between them, the hand in her hair
angling her head upwards. Nervously she licks her lips and wiggles a little on
the desk. Cuffed hands pulled up against her chest she clears her throat.
 
'Wait a moment, we still haven discussed….'she begins but then his lips crash
against hers, a hungry growl vibrating through his armored chest. Well ok.
With his weight he forces her to lay flat and faintly she hears the sound of
the mug breaking as it falls from the table. His kiss is dominant and hungry,
giving her barely the chance to comprehend what happens. She moans nonetheless,
fingers curling in the buckle of his chestplate and keeping him close. He
groans his approval and deepens the kiss, hand sliding up along her thigh,
bunching the fabric of her robe. Heat pools in her belly as she feels his cock
harden. Rutting movements of his hips make the table rattle and she barely
registers the painful dig of his armor in her hipbone as his gloved hand cups
her sex. She moans in his mouth while he applies pressure on her clothed clit,
bucking against his hand. She is embarrassingly wet within seconds and he bites
her bottom lip, sucking on it.
 
Tight circles over her clit make her thrash under him and she whimpers,
scrambling for purchase so she can lift her hips.
He breaks the kiss and nips along her jaw, before sucking on the hickey he had
made yesterday. Dazed by the sweet pain he ignites, she closes her eyes and
cranes her neck, giving him better access. His hand leaves her clit for a
moment to hook under the waistband of her panties. With a sharp tuck he rips
the flimsy garment away, leaving her completely bare for his expert fingers.
The rough leather of his glove is an added stimulation and she whimpers louder,
the heat coiled in her belly tight.
 
'You drive me crazy...' he growls darkly against her skin before sucking anew.
Hands caged between their bodies all she can do is take, and she squeezes her
eyes shut.
She whimpers and then moans anew as he rolls her clit between his thumb and
forefinger.
'The feel of you underneath me… how responsive you were as I fucked you… ’ his
voice is breathier and she thrashes under him, so short before reaching her
high. Just a little more. Just a little.
'Oh maker please!' She almost cries as he stops abruptly, his fingers pressed
hard against her pulsing clit. Desperately she tries to add more friction,
whimpering as he releases her neck and fixes his lustful gaze on her.
‘I can't wait any longer. You are mine…’ he growls and shoves his trousers
down.
 
 
 
***** Temptation (Cullen/Female Herald or Cullen/female OC) *****
Chapter Summary
     Main pairing: Cullen/Female OC or Cullen/Female Herald (Lavellan).
     Tags: Active drug use (first part of chapter), kissing, teasing. Dry
     humping, dirty talk.
 
 
At night, she sneaks in the Templar barracks. She needs something to blackmail
the Knight Commander. To put him back into place. None of the Templars seems to
notice her and so she arrives in the Commander's office after a few minutes.
The door is unlocked and she enters the room silently. Just a few candles are
lit, it's very dim and she has difficulties to see. The large bed is in one
corner of the room and she sees him laying there. As she closes the door he
shifts and she freezes. She waits a few seconds till his breathing is steady
and till she is sure that he is asleep again. Then she walks on silent feet to
his desk and picks up a candle, using it to read the documents on the desk.
Guard rotations, requests, order lists. Nothing Interesting. She pursues her
lips and sits down in the chair, then begins to open the drawers, one by one.
She almost laughs at how neat everything is organized there.
It reminds her of the desk from her father. But still, nothing of worth. She
closes the last drawer and rises silently, then walks back into the middle of
the room and looks around. Next to the bed is a small chest and she bites her
bottom lip, eyes glancing over the sleeping form of Knight Commander
Rutherford. He is lying on his back, chest bare. She swallows as she sees the
perfect muscles and coarse chest hair, then calms herself. No. She has a reason
why she is here. and it's not ogling at this bastard. Placing the candle on the
nightstand next to him, she wipes her sweaty hands on her skirt and uses a
hairpin to open the chest. Inside are several vials, all glowing faintly blue.
Sasha feels her mouth go dry as she sees the vials, and a strange thirst falls
over her. She picks up one vial and tilts it in the candlelight, then hears the
Commander again shift next to her.
 
Holding her breath she waits till he has stopped moving again, then rises and
walks with candle and vial back to his desk. She leans against the desk and
studies the vial curiously. The liquid is viscous and she cocks her head to the
side. The thirst becomes stronger and she places the candle back down, then
pulls the stopper from the vial. An intense sweet mint scent his her nose and
she licks her lips, feeling the pull from the liquid.   As she lifts the vial
up to her lifts, her gaze falls onto the bed. The empty bed. She almost drops
the vial, but it is caught in her grasp. A bare calloused hand, curls around
her much smaller one and she yelps in shock. Her eyes snap up and she stares in
glowing ones, sapphire and glittering like the eyes of a Lion in the dark.
Inches away from her face she inhales the intense scent of the liquid with each
panting breath, while the heat of his bare hand around hers feels as if her
skin is on fire. Knight Commander Rutherford´s glowing gaze is intense as he
lifts the vial to her lips, the muscles in her arm slack and not resisting the
movement. As the cold rim touches her lips she exhales shakily, stirring the
faint mist that emanates from the vial.
 
‘Drink, Sweetheart’ The Commander's voice is low and she tilts the vial up, and
the liquid slowly pours in her mouth. As soon as it hits her tongue, the
muscles in her whole body coil tightly. Icy coldness fills her mouth as he
assists her and continues to pour the drug in her mouth, her eyes widened in
shock and staring into glowing sapphire ones. The candles behind him cast his
face into shadows, but as she begins to swallow down and the effect of the
liquid takes effect, her senses sharpen at once. A throaty moan escapes her and
she scrambles for purchase as her body fails to keep her upright longer.
With a crashing sound the Commander throws the vial against the nearby wall,
still halfway filled with the viscous liquid. Calloused large hands grab her
and prevent her from falling, pulling her upward and their faces close to each
other. She is breathing ragged and trembling, the coldness pooling in her
stomach as the liquid gathers there. The scent of his sweat and patchouli
perfume is strong and again she moans, stirring the unruly strands of his
golden curls, hanging in his face.  As she stares up at him her visions begins
to clear, as if someone is turning on the light slowly. Full lips parted the
scar accented even more, and she shudders as she sees the hunger in his eyes,
visible for her now despite the glow.
 
‘Yes…’ He growls low as he sees the realization dawn on her face and surges
forward, claiming her lips in a brutal kiss. She gasps into him and squeezes
her eyes shut, the feel of his hot lips against hers almost too much to bear.
Her hands slid up in his hair and she grabs onto it tightly, pulling, pressing
herself closer to him. She wants more.  With a  low and wild growl he obliges
her, pushing her backwards against the desk and tipping her backwards, till she
lays flat on her back. His hand slides up her thigh, taking the fabric of her
skirt with it and baring her too him, inch by inch. She bows her back under him
and moans again, the need to feel him overwhelming and all consuming.
His lips leave hers finally and he presses open mouthed kisses against her jaw
and neck, finding the spot and slowly fading hickey he had left a few days ago
with precision. She mewls as he begins to suck, writhing under him as he takes
control over her body.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Next Morning.
 
She wakes up in her bed, is unbearably thirsty. After quenching that thirst she
dresses, notices fresh love bites on her neck. At first she is confused… but
then she remembers what happened last night. At least to an extent. In a mix of
fury and shock she sprints out of the cottage and in a beeline to the office of
Knight Commander Rutherford. Without knocking she rushes inside, banging the
door shut with might.
 
The Commander is in the middle of eating and does not even look up at her
entrance. Instead he gestures with one hand to the chair in front of his desk,
then cuts another slice from the meat on his dish. He remains silent while she
is fuming, speechless that he simply eats without acknowledging her at all.
When he is done eating he rings a bell. The servant comes and takes the tray,
then leaves them again. The Commander drinks his wine in silence and studies
her, smirk still in place.
‘Good morning, sweetheart…’ he begins finally and she bares her teeth at him.
‘Fuck you!’
He chuckles at that and leans backwards in his chair, and pulls open a drawer.
As he places a small blue vial on the surface, her mouth goes dry and she
starts to stagger. Lyrium. The liquid calls out to her, it’s song strong and
luring.
 
He leans back in his chair and then glances over the desk at her, golden eyes
ringed with sapphire shining with amusement. Again his lips twitch as if he is
suppressing a grin.
‘I already wondered when you would come...’
His posture is relaxed, a fact that makes her even more angry.
‘You….’ She says between gritted teeth and tears her gaze finally away from the
phial. The Knight Commander lifts one eyebrow, but otherwise gives no
indication that he has heard her. With hands balled to fists she prowls around
the desk and his eyes follow her with great interest, and he places the cloth
down on his desk as well, then interlaces his hands. He does not say one word,
just continues to smirk at her, while she trembles with fury. Her bottom lip is
almost raw from all the gnawing, and she has to force herself not to yell at
him. She is not a child. Damn him and his calm composure.
 
‘What happened last night?’ She hisses next and his smirk only grows. With a
hum he slides the chair backwards and spreads his legs a little, intensifying
the image of pure relaxation. It provokes her greatly, this display of
laziness. As if he wants to say that he isn't fearing, whatever she is about to
do. Pink lips pull in a sneer and she steps closer, forcing herself to calm
down. Her knee brushed against his as she closes the distance between them,
invading his space by stepping between his spread thighs. Even though he is
sitting, they are almost at the same height, a fact that again stokes the anger
in her. But also something else. Desire. She breathes deeply and then
unclenches her hands, before placing them on his broad shoulders. Knight
Commander Rutherford watches her in silence, but disentangles his fingers.
Large hands settle on either side of her waist and her lips twitch in
annoyance, but she does not shrug him off. She leans closer, so their faces are
just inches apart, and then she begins to speak, her voice more calm and steady
than she feels internally.
 
‘My dear Knight Commander. I think we need to talk’ She starts, emphasizing his
title, almost purring it. His smirk widens at her words and he raises his other
eyebrow as well, as he answers.
‘We do, Sweetheart? About what, I wonder?’ His voice is deep, the baritone
making goosebumps raise on her skin. Thankfully, her arms are covered by the
long sleeves of her dress. She licks her lips and helds the intensity of his
gaze. Amusement dances in the golden color of his eyes and she registers that,
as well as the fact that he has guided her closer to him, so her knees brush
against the edge of his chair. She uses the small space of free surface from
his chair to pull herself up, and straddles him. As if expecting her movement
he closes his thighs afterwards, and begins to draw circles with his thumbs in
the fabric of her dress.
 
She feels the muscles of his thighs flex underneath her and is distracted for a
moment, but then collects herself and slides her hands from his shoulders
behind his neck, interlacing her fingers at his nape. Shifting closer so her
knees are on either side of his hips, she settles back down in his lap, biting
her bottom lip as she feels the growing hardness of his cock brush against her
pelvis. Oh my… this is going to be… hard.  Knight Commander Rutherford hums low
in approval, but then looks expectantly at her. for a moment she is confused,
but then she remembers his question. Clearing her throat she gives him her most
sultry look, and purrs.
‘How about… a Deal?’
 
Full lips twitch at that and his hands slide along the curve of her ass and
down, along the backside of her thighs.
‘Mhm…’ is all he says at first and smirks up at her, then finally adds after a
few seconds.
‘what kind of deal?. She is taken aback for a moment at the cooperation of him,
and studies him with narrowed eyes. Well… she hadn't expected that. So they had
done something, and he wasn't even denying it. That new found knowledge makes
her heartbeat speed up, and she curls her hands in the nape of his neck. She
feels his gloved hands slide upwards her bare thighs and along the curve of her
ass, then pushing her forward against his crotch.  Heat sparks through her as
she feels his impressive cock, hard and throbbing against her sex as the
Commander holds her with gentle pressure there.
‘Wh… What happened last night?’ She finally is able to say, voice a little more
breathy than she would have liked. In answer he hums and begins to knead her
ass, never once breaking eye contact to her. His gaze is darker than before and
heated. One hand leaves her ass and slides upwards, settling in the nape of her
neck and pulling her face close against his, their lips just inches apart.
 
‘What do you think happened, Sweetheart?’ He says with dark amusement and she
swallows again, following his soft guiding movements and rocks in his lap. The
outline of his cock is a delicious pressure against her cunt, the desire making
it difficult for her to think.
faint blueish lips part and she exhales audibly, sweet mint breath mingling
between their faces.
‘I… we kissed…’ She croaks finally, the memory of his full lips pressed against
hers, hungrily devouring her returning while she speaks. His eyes darken even
more and he nods slowly, the smirk becoming predatory. As she notices the shift
in his mood she steels herself, then grinds more forcefully down on his lap.
The action seems to take him off guard, because for a heartbeat she sees the
flicker of surprise in his gaze. It is a small victory and she clings to it
tightly, then continues in a more steady voice.
‘You pressed me against the desk in your office… kissed me hard and passionate’
 
The hand on her ass tightens and now it is her turn to smirk. Pulling their
upper bodies flush against each other she rises slightly on her knees, before
grinding down the full length of his cock. Her gaze is heated and she feels
powerful, as she elects an nearly inaudible groan from the Knight Commander.
She leans forward so her lips brush against his ear, then continues.
‘I felt your hard cock, just like now… ready for me… ready to fuck and fill me
with your seed…’ Again the hand on her ass tightens and he growls low.
‘You were so wet…’ He says in a darker tone and she shudders unintentionally,
then slides one hand down between them, tracing the outline of his cock. The
leather that conceals his thick shaft is damp from her arousal, and she closes
her eyes for a moment to collect herself.
 
‘Just like I am now, Knight Commander… So wet for you… only for you… Don´t you
want to be inside me?’ she purrs and he inhales sharply, his cock twitching at
her words. It feeds her craving of power and she begins to unlace his trousers.
‘Yes…’ he groans low and in lust as she takes hold of his cock blindly, nimble
fingers stroking along his shaft featherlight. Bluish lips pull in a smirk at
the sounds he makes, the knowledge that this powerful man thrusts so hungrily
in her hand spirales her in a drunken like state. Her victory is short lived
however, as the Knight Commander suddenly rises from the chair, one hand in the
nape of her neck and the other securely on her ass.
 
Keeping her pressed against him she gasps in surprise, the whole length of his
cock pressed against her soaking sex. Lowering her down on the surface of his
desk he wastes no time, sliding her skirt up and exposing her to his hungry
gaze. She bites her bottom lip in amusement as he hisses low as he sees the
lack of smalls, and golden eyes flicker up to her.
‘You little whore…’ Knight Commander Rutherford says with a grunt and she
smirks devilishly .  She winks at him and spreads her thighs a little more. Her
cunt is bare to his hungry and dark gaze, the thin stripe of hair on her pelvis
the only thing that tries and fails to protect her modesty.
 
With a low groan the Commander pushes the leather trousers past his hips and
frees his cock completely, stroking himself slowly as he stars at her
glistening sex. Her chest heaves with the panting breaths she takes, the sight
of him pleasuring himself while staring at her incredibly erotic and arousing.
As he leans finally forward and bends over her she welcomes him, sliding her
arms around his neck and interlacing them. The stubble on his cheek scratches
faintly against hers, intensifying the pleasure. She feels the head of his cock
as he slides along her folds, coating himself in her arousal. A moan escapes
her at the feel, the longing to feel his impressive cock inside her almost
consuming her now.
‘Do you want to feel my cock inside you, Sweetheart?’ His low growling voice
she almost overhears at first, and a frustrated whimper is her answer. She
feels him laugh silently in the crook of her neck and then he pulls back a
little, so their noses almost touch.
 
‘I didn't fucked you last night… I would never do this without your lucid
consent… No matter how much I want you...’ he murmurs and she trembles, as he
finally aligns himself and cradles her face in his hands.
She feels the crown of his cock pulse against her opening and pants, her
eyelids fluttering closed as he murmurs:
‘Say you want me...’
 
 
 
***** Serve the King (Cullen/Alistair) *****
Chapter Summary
     A short thingy I wrote in a whim. Nothing special. but well.
     This is not my dark version of Cullen in this chapter, more the canon
     version.
     Pairing: Cullen/Alistair
     Tags: blowjob, serving the king, oral sex
 
Curling his calloused hands in the loosened waistband of his trousers and black
smalls, Cullen pulled them down abruptly, and the King´s cock sprang free.
 Again he licked his lips, humming in admiration as he wrapped one hand around
the pulsing shaft. Stroking slowly from base to tip, he afterwards bend
forward. Precome oozed from the slit  and he licked it away, sighing in
delight.
'You taste wonderful, my king' He said in a purr and glanced up as the hold on
his shoulder tightened. Alistair had his lips parted and watched him
enraptured, as a tongue darted out again, the tip dancing feather light over
his cock´s head. Leaning forward Cullen opened his mouth, letting the first few
inches of the thick cock glide inside.
'Maker…' Alistair murmured in a throaty voice and tipped his head back, as the
Commander began to suck on the head alone, flicking with his tongue eagerly
whenever he tasted a new small drop of his King´s tangy seed. The king moved
his hips in harmony with the man's ministrations before him, groaning low and
in approval.
As he felt his end nearing he pulled the Commander away, who glanced with
hooded eyes up at him.
'Come...' Alistair said in a rough tone and extended his hand.
'...I want to feel you inside me...' with that he lead his lover towards the
large four poster bed.
 
 
 
***** The Ritual (Cullen/female OC) *****
Chapter Summary
     Drug induced sex. Marked dub/con, because neither is exactly lucid.
     But I can assure you... in the context I wrote this originally, it
     was completely consensual.
     Background: Female Mage, summoned into knight captain Cullen's
     office. (Kirkwall or Haven - your choice). This spontaneous sex scene
     describes a ritual, which binds the Mage to the Templar. Declaring,
     claiming her as his.
     The effect of this ritual is detailed a little closer in another
     story of mine ("yours, Kitten" - Chapter 24, "The Mark"). Only the
     way how the ritual proceeds is different. The course in "Yours,
     Kitten", is the official one.
     Translation latin - english:
     Vos es me = You are mine
     Tua sum = I am yours.
 
 
 
She slowly leaned forward and fumbled for the vial on the table. Two times it
escaped her trembling hand, but finally she grabbed it. Lured in by it's sweet
song, she undid the stopper. Her eyes fluttered and she sighed, and inhaled the
sweet mint again. Traces of blue coated the inside of the stopper, now in her
small left hand. At first, she didn't noticed. But as her hand began to tingle,
she held it in front of her face. A small smeared stripe of blue liquid
glittered and glowed slightly on the inside of her palm. Tilting her hand to
the left and right, she watched first irritated, then with a blossoming smile
of adoration how the glittering blue on her skin reflected the light of the
candles. Seeping into her skin like poison, the drug began to fog her senses.
The feeling of weightlessness washed over her as she slowly lifted the vial
with trembling fingers to her lips, lured by promises the liquid whispered. So
enthralled, she didn’t heard the armored steps which echoed through the
library.
 
A strong hand clad in black leather gloves barely visible through her blurred
vision, grasped her wrist from behind. Painful pressure was applied as someone
breathed heavily in her ear. Her´s grip on the vial loosened as a second hand
picked the vial from her trembling hand and took it out of sight. The gloved
hand left her wrist and pressed against her stomach and waist, lifting her up.
As the chair clattered to the ground, she was pressed against an hard chest and
pulled backwards till the person who half carried, half dragged her, bumped
against a bookshelf. A few books fell to the floor as the person, a man, slid
down the bookshelf, taking her with him. She was trembling and felt dizzy. It
took her mere seconds to half turn in the lap of the man, sitting sideways.
 
The scent of sweet mint was intense as she lifted her bleary head, absently
noticing the emblem on his dark red tabbard, which indicated his rank. A member
of the Templar Order, and a high ranked on on top of that. But who? Blinking
she tried to focus on his face. Golden eyes ringed with sapphire, sun-kissed
skin and golden hair. The Templar looked familiar. Holding her gaze he lifted
the vial to his lips, making her aware of the scar which split the upper one.
While he drank the lyrium, his grip on her waist tightened painful but she
didn't cared her haze. Transfixed, she watched his tongue flicker out, pressing
against the vial to catch every last viscous drop. Hot breath misted the inside
of the vial, and little drops of condensed water formed and pearled down on the
inside.
 
The man groaned throatily, head falling backwards against the shelf with a
thud, as he balled his hand with the vial into a fist. Breathing ragged,
staring at her with wild luminous eyes, the golden color turning into a
brilliant sapphire.
'Vos es me...' he husked throatily, one hand sliding in the nape of her neck.
The vial in his other hand he threw  against a wall to their right, where it
shattered in hundred little glinting shards. He trembled violently and
tightened his grip on the woman in his lap even more. Possessive, feral. She
couldn’t see him clear through the fog before her eyes, but felt the pull of
his words, caging her. Her answer was a whimpering sigh and she wiggled closer
in his lap. The Templar shuddered and helped her turn, till she straddled him.
He looked at her through half lidded eyes of the most intense sapphire she had
ever seen. Her trembling hands slid over his cheeks, the dark golden stubble
and in his hair. Silken locks, tamed back with scented pomade, she relished in
the feel. Her fingernails scratched his scalp, wanting to return some of the
pleasure that build in her. Again the Templar shuddered. His hands trailed over
her waist to the small of her back and his touch felt like fire.
 
She moaned softly as he pressed her tight against him and the intense mint
fawned over her face. Full lips moistened with Lyrium warped into a snarl as he
pulled her forwards, their lips crashing together in a desperate dazed kiss.
His arms slid around her and he groaned in her mouth, their tongues slick and
wet against each other. She chased the sweet mint on his tongue, the sticky
liquid that called for her. Kissing him, a tingling feeling began to spread
over her tongue, to her mouth and then all over her body. Euphoria washed over
her in waves and she pressed herself against him, moaning in bliss.
He pressed her down against his lap and rutted against her, groaning loudly by
the friction, both totally enthralled by the rush of Lyrium which now surged in
their veins. Never ending their dazed kiss, they undid buckles, laces and
buttons with trembling fingers, rutting against each other like drunk
teenagers. Entranced in the need to feel each other, skin on skin, without the
disturbing painful feeling of linen and leather.
 
His tabbard dropped to the floor and again he bucked into her, craning his head
as she began to nip and suck on his neck. Black leather gloves were discarded
as well, followed by her robes and flimsy breast band. Now bare hands touched
her small breasts, kneading, pinching and pulling on the erected nipples. She
pulled his silken tunic over his head and he helped her, before rolling them to
the side with a hoarse growl. They crashed to the ground, he on top of her,
kissing, biting, nipping on every part of skin he could reach. Skin inflamed,
hunger cursing through them. He pressed her down into the ground and she pulled
his face to hers again, plundering his mouth and driving him mad.
 
They tore at each others trousers and smalls, separating from each other just
for heartbeats before clashing together again. No words were spoken, just moans
and groans, while he pressed himself between her legs, his wide muscular form
dwarfing her. Seeking as much skin contact as possible, they rutted against
each other like lunatics, till he finally pressed his steel hard length into
her, the engorged tip stretching her wide. She threw her head back and he sank
deep and deeper into her, both groaning loudly of the intense feeling. After
what it felt like an eternity, he was as deep inside her as she could take. He
stopped with a shuddering breath and they kissed again. And again. Her hands
tangled in golden hair and his right hand was flat on the floor, quivering arms
holding his weight just barely. For a moment both stilled, bright sapphire eyes
glowing in equally colored glowing ones, before he pressed his left hand in the
small of her back and pulled out, only the tip remaining inside her.
'Vos es me...' he whispered against her kiss swollen lips then began with slow,
passionate deep thrusts.
With every move of his hips he pulled completely out, then back in, every
thrust harder than before. Their skin was on fire and slick with sweat, while
they kissed and shared the Lyrium on their tongues as well as the passion which
flared between them. Her hands slid over his neck and further down, fingernails
leaving deep scratches in his wide muscular back. The Templar's rhythm faltered
for a moment before he continued his pace with new vigor, his hips snapping
into hers slowly again and again.
 
She felt alive, weightless and blessed, while his steeled length caressed her
from the inside. Wave after wave of pleasure, tainted with blue, crashed over
her and she arched her back. Breaking the kiss, as she came so unbearable
intense that she blacked out with a cry. He groaned and pulled her up, sitting
on his haunches and pressed her to him, supporting her head and thrusting
harder and faster now, relishing in the contracting feeling of her around him.
Body limb she hung in his arms, hitched whimpers as she came back to herself.
Then she opened her blazing sapphire eyes again, staring into his similar ones,
before he pulled at her hair and kissed her again. Desire, lust possession. All
this emotions he poured into the kiss. She returned the kiss inn kind, which
was his undoing. Thrusts becoming erratic and uneven as he neared his end, she
interlinked her arms behind his sweaty neck. Breaking the kiss he buried his
face in the crook of her neck, whispering a command in her skin.
'Tua sum...' she repeated his words without thinking, obeying his order. He
shattered. With one final thrust, he pressed up in her and held her down,
spilling his seed as deep inside of her as possible as he came with a painful
sounding roar. 
Robed of their strength they fell backwards, exhausted and overstimulated.
Staring at each other in haze, their hearts pounded wildly and in erratic
symphony while they panted and snapped for air. She was sprawled out on his
muscled chest and stomach, her long hair sticking to the sweaty skin on her
back.
 
Both were trembling heavily with the aftershocks of their orgasm, while his
seed slowly trickled past his softening length out of her and on his thigh. She
closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, listening to his pounding
heart.
'Vos es me...' he whispered in her hair, a possessive smile on full lips. He
slid his trembling hand over her back, sketching small circles and figures in
the sweat.
'Tua sum...' she answered sleepily, eyelids fluttering closed at his caress.
After a few minutes her breathing evened out and he hummed contently, then
fumbled for his tabbard. Covering her body and shielding it from the cold,
before wrapping his arms around her again. His head fell back to the ground
again and he closed his eyes as well, softening length buried inside her still.

Finally, she was his. As it should be.
 
 
***** Fairy of dreams (Solo) *****
Chapter Summary
     This is one of many beginnings of a story I haven't uploaded on AO3
     yet. It was promising but in the end I decided to begin the story
     differently.
     No smut in this one. Yes, I can write non-smut-drabbles too!
      
     Backstory: Set after events of Kirkwall, Templar Order disbanded from
     the chantry and chaos everywhere. Female Templar getting caught by
     Chanty while she is on a sole mission. Chanty drugs the poor woman
     with the intent to find out how much Lyrium it takes to make Templars
     obedient but still efficient fighters.
     Sidenote: This woman is Cullen's fiancee in the planned story (My
     dark version of Cullen known from "The Pendant" and the earlier
     chapters of this collection).
     So I guess you can imagine what would have happened if Cullen ever
     found out what the chantry did to his beloved.
     Very dark... but hey. My mind is a very dark place too.
 
 
 
The settling sun illuminates the scene. A peaceful clearing. Dark old trees
surrounding a small pond. Water ripples, tiny waves on the otherwise clear
surface. Everything seems well-groomed here. Not even one twig out of place.
Grey stones in neat order lined on the path towards here, flowers blooming
colorful nearby. Sorted accurately. Red roses first, their sweet heady scent
mingling with the white daisies and yellowish lillies. Framing a bench, set up
next to the pond. Close to the shore, where green neatly cut grass becomes
muddy dirt. 
Sunbeams filter through the trees and soft wind caresses her hair as she sits
kneeling in front of the bench. Waist long black hair, silken and glossy.
Several thin braids, like own beams of sun. Extending from the top of her head
and all the way down. Posture still, unmoving as she looks numbly down at her
own reflection.
Fairy skin perfectly painted with kohl and red lipstick, blending in with the
silken long dress in white. Concealing the daintiness of her body, sleeves long
and obscuring the alarming slenderness of her wrists. Look closer, see the way
her collarbones show underneath the silken fabric. Too thin. Undernourished.
Haggard. Weak.
One hand placed against her stomach, humming inaudibly a tune. Where she
learned that melody, she can’t say. Sometimes there is the hint of a memory.
Full lips touching hers in loving kisses. Skin against skin in feverish
passion. Calloused fingers gripping tight, oh so tight. Afraid of loosing her.
Another memory. The same hands. So much larger than hers. Caressing the barely
there swell of her belly, humming this lullaby. Speaking in affectionate deep
tones of love and joy of finally meeting their first child.
 
Big blue eyes stare into nothingness as she repeats the tune. Stroking her
belly, flat and so different from what the memory tells her. But she is unable
to listen. All is drowned out by a steady noise, even louder than the lullaby
she hums but can’t hear. A few silken tresses fall in her face as she bends
forward more, touching the water’s surface. Ripples emanate from her slender
hand, soaking the fine dress at the sleeves as she dips her hand underwater.
Chilly, but refreshing. Her smile broadens and she moves her hand from the left
to the right, relishing in the small waves she creates.
Almost otherworldly she appears in the middle of this peaceful scene.
 
If only it weren’t for the dullness in her eyes, the sluggish way her hand
moves through the water… and injured skin of her wrists, their origin rough
shackles she has to wear every night when the drug weans off. Long and broad,
dark purplish and with dried blood... these marks tell of torture and all the
pain she has to endure...  
 
 
 
***** The chambermaid (Cullen/Female OC) *****
Chapter Summary
     A cocky chambermaid meets Knight Commander Rutherford. Like always,
     its my dark version of Cullen, known from "the Pendant".
     Dom!Cullen, dirty talk, lots of seductive topics. Yes there is a
     second part to this :D
 
 
All lined up like servants.  If father could see me now. He would throw a fit!
Oh my… how i hate these linen dresses.  Sasha scowled and picked with disgust
at the bindings of her chambermaid outfit. Longsleeved, the hem reaching till
her ankles and with a brown bodice, to at least hint that she was a woman under
this so called “dress”. On her own she would never wear such a thing. But the
landlady had been very direct as she said ‘Either you dress properly or you
will need another place to sleep!’ The only thing Sasha was able to do was
tightening the bindings of the bodice so her small breasts were pushed upwards.
A nice cleavage, and hopefully more tipps this way. Yay!
 
Smoothening the linen dress one last time Sasha glanced back to the landlady.
Like a mother hen she walks up and down the row of the six chambermaids,
standing at attention. More or less, in Sasha’s case. The old lady Is nervous,
she could tell by the way she wrung her hands the whole time during her speech.
But Sasha thought it justified, given the change of situation. The Templars
from Kirkwall had arrived finally, two days later than announced. Sasha guessed
the old lady had hoped secretly they wouldn’t show up at all.
Sixteen men, recruited by the right hand of Divine Justinia herself. But not
just simple Templars. No. Sixteen Templars from one of the worst circles in
Thedas. A circle, where rape, abuse of power and cruelty was a daily
occurrence. The Gallows. Kirkwall.
 
But this wasn’t the only thing which made the landlady nervous. She had planned
ahead and Sasha and the other girls had cleaned, scrubbed and dusted their
quarters already two days ago. Before their expected arrival. But their leader
found the assigned Templar quarters unfitting and filthy. And so they are
forced to make us do a second, basic cleaning. While the Templars themselves
gathered in the main hall for a meeting. Personally, Sasha thought it was
coldly calculated, this move of the Knight Commander. It would be clear, who
has to clean the quarters. Six young women, partially already fangirling as if
the Templars were a big boyband. Oh my.
 
With a smirk Sasha studied the outfits of the other girls in the reflection of
the mirror. Skin tight dresses - not always flattering, styled hair, lots of
perfume and sultry make-up...  Well… at least they tried to look sexy. Oh my…
Why haven’t you wrote with big letters “Fuck me!” on your forehead, Lissy?! I
think as my gaze falls on her. Her cleavage bordered on scandalous and for a
moment I wondered if the dress only held her breasts covered by sheer will.
Shaking her head, she turned away from the very deep and provocative cleavage
of my colleague. Landlady is still ranting and with a sigh Sasha forced herself
to listen at least a little.
 
‘And remember: Don't get involved with them, and never accept a drink they
offer you. It could be tainted with lyrium, to make you pliant and helpless!’
Her voice rings out insistent and I have to resists the urge to roll my eyes.
Since four days this is one of the things which she repeats constantly. Not
like we haven’t been lectured about Templars before that. But slowly it starts
to sound like the tavern´s personal morning chant.  Templars are evil. They
just use you. You will be their slave. They drink your blood (a fact that made
me snort the first time and earned me a glare). They force you to do things you
don't want. And when they are done with you… you will be lucky when they let
you go alive…   Her mouth pulled in an amused smirk at the partially ridiculous
arguments Landlady brings up so the girl stay away. She makes it sound as if
the Templars were hyenas. Or wolves. And given the slutty state of the other
girls… nobody seemed to care for the old lady’s worries. Well. There are worse
ways to die than during groupsex with handsome warriors.
 
The small group of six Templars that had arrived last night as vanguard to the
large squad today… hot.
 
Oh my. Like a mix of sinful flesh made gods- with a hint of underwear models.
Incredibly handsome. Not in the slightest bit as ill-kempt as the other men
walking around in Haven. I think these Templars actually know what a soap bar
and a toothbrush is. And how to use a comb.  She felt her cheeks heat up as she
also recalled the body heights.  None of them was smaller than 6,3 feet. Oh my…
i LOVE tall men. And they were so broad. So muscled. Oh god… I may have a
problem.  Clearing her throat, She tried to will inappropriate thoughts and
images down.   Okay. They are maybe sexy. But I'm not an easy prey. In contrast
to the whore-quintet next to me. Was I the only one who received that creepy
stare from their leader?!  Shuddering as she remembered the intense look of
golden eyes ringed with sapphire, Sasha glanced to her right.
 
After the Templars arrived, things had been even more tense. She had received
more poisoned glares and rude insults this morning and midday from the other
girls, than in one week back at school.  Well i guess they are just jealous.
As if to prove that thought of jealousy, she saw tessa lean over to lissy, and
both girls whispered while looking in Sasha’s direction.  Ah… working with
women. Honesty and faithfulness everywhere. Not.  Bluish lips twitched into a
smirk as she remembered their fangirling yesterday night when the Templars
arrived.
 
‘Please stay together in at least a team of two’ Landlady continued to rant,
and began to place fresh linens on the girl's outstretched arms, and also
handed them brooms and rags. Sasha oofed under the weight of the things.  From
a pirate-musicalstar to a nanny to a chambermaid. What an career.
‘The Templars are in a meeting right now, and won't be back till sunset. This
gives you enough time to clean the assigned quarters. Don't dawdle!’ The old
lady ended her boring speech and one by one, the girls filtered outside. Sasha,
the last in the row and a little slower than the others because of the heavy
blankets, felt a hand on her shoulder.
 
‘You task will be to clean the quarters of the Knight Commander. I already
sweeped the floor and mopped it. All you have to do the dusting and make the
bed. Please come back, as soon as you are done.’ Landlady said softly and Sasha
bit back a snarky comment as she saw the worry lines in the old woman´s face.
‘Thank you, ma’an. I will be quick, I promise ’ she said instead and followed
the other girls, already a few feet ahead of her.
 
The dirt crunched under her feet as she left the tavern, and Sasha made a
mental note to brush her boots before she entered the quarters she was assigned
to clean. It was just a short walk, and after a few minutes she already saw the
guesthouse of the tavern in the distance. It stood on a small hill, with an
amazing view on the village itself and the small lake. Sasha stopped and took
in the peaceful scenery with a smile.  I really need to organize a camera. Or
maybe I should start to make sketches again. This area is too beautiful to let
it go uncaptured. Note to myself: Ask Taigen for pencil and paper later.


====
 
She is in the quarters of the knight commander and after making the bed, she
sifted guilelessly through the trunks and drawers in the two rooms. Her
supposed teammate has never even showed up, but sasha didn't mind in the
slightest. Less annoying chatter and nosy questions about sasha´s heritage.
Catching her reflection in the small window near the wardrobe, Sasha chuckled.


How had the Landlady called my appearance? ‘exotic’.  Sasha snorted at the
thought and moved over to the large desk that stood in the middle of the room.
Pulling the damp rag from her belt she began to clean the surface. Strands of
black hair had escaped the high ponytail now and then, getting tucked absently
behind her ear.
Apparently she was an halfblood, and the circumstance brought favors and
contras. Sasha had never considered herself more pretty than average, and the
fact of being an halfblood did not change that. The only noticeable difference
was her small height of 5,1 feet, the larger eyes and pointed ears. While the
first two things didn't bothered her much, the fact with her ears being so
sensitive… did. Everything had been so loud in the first two days, so she
barely was able to concentrate. A headache had tormented her additionally, as
well as a lingering nausea. But thanks to Elly and her excited chatter, Sasha
had grown accustomed to louder sounds meanwhile. Now, all these noises merely
made her ears twitch in acknowledgment. Like the clatter of dishes in the
tavern, the sound of roasting flesh, the creaking of a door, the clicking of a
lock after closing that door, nearing footsteps....  wait…. What?!
 
In a fluid motion Sasha whirled around, and looked against a broad and wide
chest, covered in silverite plate.  What the…  Her nose tickled as she noticed
the scent of male sweat, metal and a heady musky perfume.  Patchouli perhaps?
Deep blue eyes narrowed and Sasha looked slowly up, noticing black fur around
wide broad shoulders, part of a large and muscled body covered in a dark red
velvet robe. Further up her gaze travelled. At least four days worth stubble in
a dark blonde color. Full lips with a large scar at the right upper side,
showing white teeth as they were pulled in a smirk. Sun kissed skin that
accented almost forbidden gorgeous facial features like the strong jaw and long
nose. Golden wavy hair, combed back sternly but curling at the sides of a
muscular neck.  Huh… I wonder if it is as soft as it looks… no wait. I know
that smirk.
 
Sasha licked her faint bluish lips and finally made eye contact. Eyes of an
intense golden color, surrounded by a ring of glittering sapphire.  Oh oh… The
creepy Templar from last night. The Knight Commander. The creepy gorgeous
Knight Commander. fuck!
 
‘Eh… Hi? Can I help you somehow?’ She piped up, and opted for a shy smile.
‘Is this all I get as greeting?’ a shudder ran through her at the deep baritone
of his voice, and she had to crane her neck to hold eye contact.
‘I actually expected you to show up in my bed last night, lass.’ he continued,
and Sasha narrowed her eyes a little.  In his bed? lass?  His gaze was
unwavering and seemed to enthrall her, and he was close enough for her to feel
the heat that he radiated. Their bodies nearly touched, and she took a hesitant
step backwards to which he followed immediately. Trapped now, between him and
the desk that she felt digging in the small of her back, she swallowed. Hard.
This is not good. Be smart, Sasha!
 
‘Why? Had trouble sleeping? Needed someone who tells you a bedtime story?
Tucked you in and gave you a goodnight kiss?’ she quipped back in an attempt to
lessen the strange tension that had built within seconds, and regretted it
immediately. Golden eyes flashed in approval, and the Knight Commander began to
chuckle darkly. It stoked her agitation, and she hissed:
‘What the hell is so funny?! I demand-’ a black gloved forefinger on her lips
stopped her before she could say more, and Sasha narrowed her eyes in
annoyance.
‘Shh… let me look at you, Babygirl’ the Knight Commander said in a growling
tone. The sapphire glittering around his irises seemed to intensify and her
eyes started to itch and water.  Uh… why do I feel so dizzy…?
 
A strange tingling rose in her but she couldn't look away or move, as the
Templar pulled the damp rag from her curled hands, dropping it carelessly on
the floor to their right. Afterwards his forefinger left her lips, instead
trailing along her chin and jaw. Then he slid his hand in her hair, undoing the
dark red silken ribbon that kept her hair to a ponytail.
‘Mh… much better’ he said darkly and began to smoothen out the black silken
tresses. Afterwards he slid the ribbon in the pocket of his black leather
trousers. Her eyes followed the movement of his hand, and she pursued her lips
in annoyance.
‘Hey! That's mine!`She protested weakly, but turned silent at once as he
shushed her. Gloved fingertips grazed her arms and waist, before he settled one
hand on her hip, cupping with the other her pale cheek. The smirk on his full
lips grew as he studied her.
 
‘You’re a pretty one. But Is this the appropriate way to greet your Master?
Wearing cheap linen like a peasant?’ the Knight Commander stated amused and
rubbed with the hand on her waist along the linen fabric of the dress.  What
the fuck? Master?  A shudder ran through her at the word, but she concealed it
with a shifting of her feet.
‘I like linen!’ Sasha shot back in a petulant tone, but her answer seemed to
amused him even more.
‘Mhm. But I don’t. It does not suit you. Whores should wear something that
makes them look lovely.’ His thumb caressed her cheek almost lovingly, and she
caught herself before she could lean even more into his touch. Deep blue eyes
darkened.  What the fuck is he talking about?!  she thought, but then
realization dawned on her.  He thinks I am…. Oh don't you dare you Bastard!!
Sasha growled and then pushed in a swift movement his hand away from her face.
 
‘Who do you think I am?! A whore?!’ she snarled in challenge, but her courage
faltered anew as she saw that his amused expression was unabated. Even more so,
his voice was laced with laughter when he spoke.
‘Was that a serious question?’ angry she bared her teeth at him, his words
making no sense in her opinion.  Great… he is crazy. I am alone with the crazy
Knight Commander. Fuck. Landlady is going to kill me.
Balling her hands to fists, she tried to push him backwards, but he hadn't
moved one inch. Instead he caught both her hands in his and held them between
their bodies. The smirk grew and stretched the long scar on his upper lip,
golden eyes darkening as she gasped. They trailed over her body in a slow
motion. and she was more than sure that he was mentally undressing her in that
very moment. Heat pooled unbidden in her belly, and she clenched her jaw.  Oh
god… He is so strong… I bet he can lift me up, press me against a wall and
ravish me without much effort. That biceps alone… What did that one bitch say
about Templar Stamina? The whole night? oooh… No. No wait. Not the right time
to get horny. Ah.
‘Let me go! So I can beat you into a bloody pulp!’ She hissed instead, but the
more she struggled, the more clear it became that he was stronger. She was
breathing hard, pulling and wiggling in his iron grip like a cat. In a furious
attempt to free herself, she lunged forwards and tried to bite in his hand that
held hers together between them. A growl rumbled through his chest and then her
hands were pulled upwards suddenly, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. His
arm didn't shook with the motion, another indication of how strong he was. Her
head snapped up and she spat:
‘I said let me-” But the protest died on her tongue, and her eyes widened.
 
The sapphire ring around his irises glowed… and her will to fight ebbed down.
‘That´s enough. Behave.. and calm down.’ His voice had a quiet and sinister
commanding tone, and she blinked in confusion. The words echoed in her head and
lulled her in.  Behave, and calm down…. Behave… and calm down..  Like a mantra,
and it worked. Her heartbeat slowed down, and her breathing eased down to a
normal level.  How did he do that? That's crazy!  Sasha hummed thoughtfully and
cocked her head to the side, studying the Knight Commander who loomed in front
of her. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled, a soft smile appearing on bluish
lips.
‘Alright… Master…’ purring she glanced up at him from under her eyelashes.
‘I´m calm. But I can't promise to behave completely’.
He returned her smile with an amused smirk of his own, and shook his head.
 
‘Oh, this is going to be fun....’ He said in a dark deep tone, golden eyes
fixed on her. His gloved hands settled on her waist, and he lifted her up on
his desk with no effort. Like a puppet. A willing doll.  
Suppressing a delighted moan at his demonstration of strength she scooted
backwards on the desk a little, then shifted so she sat more comfortably.  Oh
my… so strong… I wonder if he is able to last all night, like the others
gossiped. Well, only one way to find out.  Supporting herself on her arms she
leaned backwards, pushing her breasts up as she glanced up at him. Smoothly he
followed her movement, pushing her thighs apart and standing between them. She
resumed her seductive smile, feet dangling playfully on either side of his hips
in the air.
‘Fun? What do you have in mind, oh strong and stern Knight Commander?’ Sasha
drawled out, but her breath hitched as his large hands settled on her thighs,
close to her stomach. Golden eyes darkened at her taunting words. His hold on
her tightened, gloved fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. The
dress had rucked up somewhere between her leaning backwards, and him closing
the distance to stand close to her. Not that she cared, of course.  Let him see
that I don´t wear anything under that dress. It will be interesting to see his
reaction to that.
 
‘Do you really want to know, lass…?’ The Knight Commander said in an low tone,
and she noticed the sweet mint on his breath as he leaned closer. Golden eyes
searched hers and she parted her lips, enthralled by the sapphire glittering
ring that made her feel light headed. Just slowly her mind caught up with that
he said, and then her eyes narrowed.   
 
‘Don't call me that. My name is Sasha!’ She hissed with more annoyance than
necessary, and her eyes glinted in warning. The Knight Commander however
ignored her rebellious behavior, and continued.
‘Are you a virgin, I wonder? I like virgins...’ Golden eyes ringed with
sapphire flashed up at his words and she went rigid. Like a reindeer caught in
the spotlight of a car she remained frozen in place. Even her feet had stopped
their dangling motion as she stared up at him. His gaze was enthralling and she
felt the urge to be honest, although she wasn't sure what to answer at all.
 
‘Eh… depends?’ she said finally, then dropped her gaze down to his lips as soon
as he blinked. Deep blue eyes focused on the scar on his upper lip.  Okay.
Something weird is going on here. That strange glowing of his eyes is freaking
me out. Okay Sasha. Stop looking in his eyes. Scar and lips are safe. What a
sexy scar, by the way.
‘Answer.’ He repeated his question now, a dangerous undertone in his voice.
Anger. Annoyance.  Oh oh.  Sasha blinked one time more, then tilted her head to
the side puzzled.    Glancing up into his eyes for a heartbeat, she saw that
the expression in his face had changed.  Yeeep. He´s angry. Fuck. But he is
sexy when he is angry. I wonder how it would feel like when he turns that anger
into passionate strength. The strength of his thrusts. This could be worth
investigating. For… reasons. Studies and such.
 
‘Ah… okay... let´s see...’ She stressed the words out, trying to think of a
good response. Bluish lips began to twitch as she tilted her head even more in
thought, then shifted and started to twirl a black strand of hair around her
finger coquettishly. The grip on her thighs tightened in warning and so she sat
up straight, and instead started to fiddle with one of the silvery chain who
were attached to his belt. She hummed while she contemplated, letting the metal
slide between her fingers.
 
‘Well’ Sasha started and glanced up at him for a heartbeat, a challenging smirk
on her bluish lips.
‘I could play the virgin for you if you like, Knight Commander’ she purred his
title, letting the syllables roll on her tongue.  
His reaction was just like she had predicted. One hand rose in a flash, and
tangled in the tresses of her hair. A heartbeat later he pulled sharply and
twisted, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.
 
‘What a waste… but as expected. A whore as cocky as yours surely welcomed many
dicks between her legs’ he growled darkly but her lips twitched amused, as she
moved to snuggle against his fist, tangled tightly in her hair. The pain was
sharp but not unpleasant, and she licked her lips as she thought of ways to
provoke him further.  I want to know how his lips feel on mine… and if he
growls like that when he is in ecstasy.  The later thought made her shudder in
desire, and she trained her gaze on his mouth to evade the enthralling stare of
narrowed eyes.
‘Maybe… but none is as big as yours, Knight Commander’ she stated with a sly
grin.
 
Fiddling with the silver chain still, it's faint clinking seemed to be the only
sound in the room. Next to his breathing, that had become heavier. Her eyebrow
rose in curiosity. Pointed ears twitched and she listened with more focus. Deep
breaths. A little ragged.  I know that kind of breathing. This isn't just
anger… it´s something else...
Then she saw it. The way he licked his lips. How he inhaled a little more
sharply, whenever she twisted the chain around her wrist and pulled. Lightly.
To prove her guess, she twisted the chain again around her wrist. Harder this
time. So the chains dug in her skin, leaving imprints. Shining silver followed
by pinkish red on pale ivory skin. He parted his lips at her motion, the sweet
mint on his breath more insistent.
 
Well… hello there…It seems someone has a liking for bondage...  A small smile
grew on her lips, as she slid her hand along the chain and upwards, closer to
his belt and her eyes dipped lower. Bluish lips twitched again, but this time
she couldn't suppress the smile that broke free. An impressive bulge had formed
in his trousers, the outline of his cock almost unnoticed in their close
proximity and the shadows his surcoat casted.

‘You imagine it right now, am I right? Me, shackled on your bed with these
silver chains. Completely at your mercy, showing me what a true man can do’
Sasha murmured seductively, unable to hide the wide grin. She laid it on thick,
but considering his sharp intake of breath, she must have spoken exactly what
he was thinking. The image conjured in her mind as well now, as she pictured
herself like she had described. On his bed, arms and legs shackled to the
bedpost. On her back, naked and writhing under his touch while he thrusted into
her. Making her feel his power, his lust.
 
 
 
***** Harrowing and Reality (Cullen/Surana) *****
Chapter Summary
     Part of a fanfic I abandoned.
     Pairing Cullen/Female Surana
     Background:
     Surana and Cullen had been lovers once when they were teenagers. She
     got pregnant but lost the child early on, which was also the end of
     their relationship. Both believing the loss of their child was the
     Maker's punishment. A Mage and Templar should not be together. Short
     before Kinloch was overrun by bloodmages, Surana escaped
     (unharrowed).
     Actual Scene is set up during Inquistion. Dark setting! This is not
     an fluffy sweet Cullen here but my version! He is Knight Commander
     and still takes Lyrium.
     Surana was caught with other mages shortly after the Temple in Haven
     exploded. She wakes up shackled, next to four other mages. They get
     forced through a harrowing. Surana is the last, none of the others
     survive their ordeal. Cullen stands before her. The Templars hold her
     tight, so she cant run away. But instead of giving her the liquid
     directly, Cullen cups her cheek, then kisses her forehead and
     murmurs.
     ‘Don´t worry… I will be your guard. deliver you, should you fail.’
     with that he presses the goblet against her lips, makes her drink it.
     Everything goes dark.
      
     NSFW
 
 
 
She wakes up next to Cullen, both naked. A luxury furnished bedroom, the air
smelling sweetly of passion, Sex and him. She is confused and tries to sit up,
but he pulls her back and against him.
‘Ah ah... where are you going my love?’ He murmurs and caresses her skin. She
gasps at the contact and tries to object, but then he kisses her. he turns her
on her back and rolls over her, pushing her thighs apart and settling between
them.
‘I can´t get enough of you...’ he murmurs into the kiss and she whimpers as the
head of his cock slides against her folds. A tiny voice inside her whispers
that this is wrong, but then he kisses her again. Cullen pushes inside her and
both moan, he presses her against him and starts to move. The pleasure is
unlike any she had felt before and she moans and whimpers, while he continues
to murmur in her ear.
‘My beautiful wife... mine alone...’ she narrows her eyes at that but he
interlaces her hands, and she feels the wedding bands around their fingers.
Pleasure rises higher and higher, she writhes underneath him as he kisses her
again. It feels so right, but still so wrong. Then Cullen whispers again, his
movements becoming uneven and erratic.
‘You will look so beautiful when you carry our child... your belly growing with
each passing day...’
 
Her eyes snap open and it feels as if iced water was poured over her. With a
cry she pushes Cullen down from herself, and scrambles to her feet.
‘No! Our baby is dead! It died and was our fault! Because I am a mage and
you're a Templar!’ Surana screams with a broken voice, watching wide eyes how
cullen pushes up from the bed and rises.
‘My love...’ he consoles’ Don't say that... It was an accident. But not even
the Maker himself can quench the Love I feel for you.' He reaches out for her,
but Surana dodges his hand.
‘No! Stay away from me!' She repeats and slowly the picture before her starts
to flicker. No longer a luxury bedroom, instead everything becomes green and
grey, the smell of ammonia strong. She does not know why she is saying this,
and her eyes are squeezed shut as she sinks to her knees.
 
‘This isn't real...’ she whispers and presses one hand to her belly, the other
covering her mouth. Tears slide down her cheeks, and she hears the demon snarl
angrily, his facade broken and shattered. It lunges for her, but in the last
moment she summons a bolt of electricity, throwing it backwards. Then
everything turns black.
 
 
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Surana wakes up on the cold stone floor on her side, her cheeks damp with
tears. Before she can open her eyes, she gets turned on her back. A black
gloved hand touches her cheek and she leans into the touch. Then she opens her
eyes - and flinches away. Cullen looks at her with a strange expression, but
his eyes narrow as he sees her flinch away. In his right hand he still holds
his sword and Surana trembles, scrambling away from him further.
‘Relax. You passed your harrowing’ Cullen finally says, watching her with a
slight frown. She is panting hard and wipes the tears away from her cheeks.
‘My harrowing... our wedding bands...’ She croaks in confusion, and Cullen
narrows his eyes. Sheathing his sword he draws closer and she scrambles
backwards, till her back hits the wall. One hand curled over her stomach she
looks up at him, blinking rapidly.
‘Our baby...!’ Surana says brokenly next, and Cullen looks at her in disbelief,
then adresses his Templars.
‘leave us!’ She is still panting while the four other templars leave the room.
When the door is closed Cullen crouches down in front of her. Golden eyes
ringed with sapphire search hers intently as he cups her cheek, saying nothing.
 
Her eyes are glassy and she curls her hand around his wrist.
‘The demon... we were married...’ she starts to babble in a slurred tone,
eyelids fluttering as Cullen caresses her cheek. Sliding one hand in his pocket
he pulls a silvery ring out. Delicate, with an sapphire gem. Her eyes
widen. ‘What... What...’ she stammers and watches breathlessly how he slides
the ring on her finger, then lifts it up to his lips.  
‘You passed your harrowing. You may be a mage.... but... you are also mine,
Always were... always will be...’ he murmurs and she inhales sharply. For a few
seconds she stares at him, thoughts chaotic in her mind. Then her other hand
shots out and she grabs his collar, pulling him down and their lips together.
He makes a surprised sound but she presses her lips harder against his, eyes
squeezed shut and whimpering.
 
‘I am yours’ she repeats against his lips and he groans. strong arms wrap
around her and pull her upward against his broad chest, returning the kiss with
bruising fierceness. Teeth click and the kiss is messy as both try to gain the
upper hand. They topple backwards and she lands on top of him, knees on either
side of his hips. The movement breaks their kiss and they stare at each other,
panting hard. He growls low and pulls her down, smashing their lips together
again. one hand splayed out on her back he rolls them so he is on top again,
pushing her thighs apart and grinding against her. Dress rucked up past her
hips she moans into their kiss and tears on the laces of his trousers, trying
to free his hard and pulsing cock.
Again he growls and slaps her hands away, before undoing the laces quickly and
shoves his trousers down.
 
His impressive cock springs free and she wraps her arms around his neck, trying
to gyrate her hips and finding the best position to guide his cock inside
her. His hand slams onto the stone floor next to her and he breaks the kiss,
staring down at her with black eyes and a glowing ring of sapphire. He opens
his mouth to say something but she is faster, hands curling at the nape of his
neck and digging into his skin.
‘Please, please…’ she begs in a trembling voice, and his resolve shatters. His
other hand slides between them and aligns himself, coating the crown of his
cock in her arousal. But again he stops and she whimpers in frustration as he
stars down at her. pinning her with his gaze in place.
 
‘Tell me you want this’ he says, voice throaty and strained, a sign of how much
willpower it costs him to hold back still. Her hands slide along his collar and
curl in the fabric tightly, her eyes just as dark as his as she pleads.
‘yes. Yes please!’
 
With a growl he thrusts inside her, sealing her lips in another passionate kiss
and swallowing her cry of pleasure. Her back arches away from the cold stone
floor and he keeps her pressed against him with one hand in the small of her
back, bucking into her as she grips him unbearably tight. Legs interlaced
behind his hips she pants in the kiss, cupping his cheeks and holding onto him.
He breaks the kiss and presses their foreheads together, unbridled lust in his
gaze mirrored in her own. Baring his teeth he starts an fast and punishing
rhythm, his eyes never leaving hers. She clings onto him, gasping and moaning
with every hard thrust, the thickness and length of his cock driving her mad.
There is no finesse in his thrusts, this is raw fucking, sating an primal need
that consumes them both. He grunts everytime he hilts himself, beads of sweat
pearling on his forehead and dampening her skin too. Her moans grow louder in
volume, the pleasure he bestows upon her too much too handle. The high of
ecstasy hits her like a wave and she arches her back under him, convulsing and
twitching as he drives again and again into her, keeping her pinned underneath
him.
 
He groans guttural and closes his eyes, his thrusts becoming harder and
erratic, before he anchors himself with an violent thrust and an loud roar.
With a whimper she accepts the hot rush of his seed, several thick ropes that
fill her and stake his claim. His arm quivers and gives out as he falls upon
her with a groan, and she buries her face in his sweat slick neck. Both are
panting hard and harshly, eyes squeezed shut and in the aftershocks of their
orgasm. The scent of sweat and sex is thick in the air, combined by his heady
perfume and her lighter one. He regains his senses first and slowly pushes
himself up, half hard cock sliding out of her. Both groan at the loss and she
sits up as well, her weight supported on quivering arms. Faces just inches
apart they stare at each other. Then her eyes widen as she realizes what she
had done, and with a chocked curse she scrambles away from under him. In
lightning speed she is on her feet but stumbles, her hands trying to find
purchase on the wall as the blood sacks downwards.
 
The feel of his seed trickling down her inner thigh adds to the humiliation and
horror she feels, as she stares wide eyed at Cullen... no, the Knight
Commander. Nothing had changed. He fixates her with dark golden eyes, the
sapphire ring still glowing slightly as he laces his trousers slowly. Sapphire
ring, indicating that he still uses Lyrium. Always the jailer. A Templar.  And
she... the prisoner. The Mage. Surana chokes back a sob and stumbles over to
the door, feeling his gaze burn in her back. No, no, no!
What have I done?!She thinks in despair and squeezes her eyes shut as he calls
out for her.
‘Wait!’ His voice is rough and she can picture his full lips, swollen from
their passionate kisses. This image is enough and she rips open the door.
‘Stay away from me! We can not be!’ she croaks with tears in her eyes, bolting
outside and slamming the door shut.
 
 
***** Welcome to the Templar Order (Cullen/Female OC) *****
Chapter Summary
     Part of a story not yet uploaded on AO3. Maybe I will upload it in
     the future. We will see.
     Slightly nsfw
Chapter Notes
     Testing the timed upload option of ao3.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
With my head held high I climb out of the boat that brought me to the gallows.
Black hair bound to a high ponytail is tousled by the wind as my booted feet
hit the wooden ground of the planks.  A curt nod to the old ferryman is
everything I can muster, drilled to keep up my aloof appearance. He had known
me as a child, but I am a woman now. 15 years old and ready to do my duty. To
honor my father and the name I carry proudly. Just a few more steps and the
large walls of the Kirkwall's circle come in sight.
Green bushes seam line the large and clean path. Nothing is out of place, no
piece of trash lying around. A tiny smile slips past my lips before I school my
features back into professionalism. 

On each side of the lavish gateway with the symbol of the Templar Order adorned
on the top, two Templars are standing guard. In their full plate mail, wearing
helmets and gauntlet hands on swords. My nod in their direction is warmer, but
I brush past briskly to prevent being questioned. I don't have time to talk to
simple Templar Guards. My request deserves at least the attention of a Knight-
Corporal. 
The sun is burning down mercilessly and I curse myself silently for the attire
I wear. Black leather trousers are clinging skin-tight to my legs and ass,
reminding me that it had been some time and pounds less since I last have worn
them. Sweat had formed since I left my house two hours ago and I wipe it away
with the sleeve of the dark red velvet tabard I am wearing. The white silken
tunic underneath is already soaked through, sticking uncomfortably to my pale
skin. Knee high black boots polished and well cared make clicking sounds on the
marble ground as I march through the courtyard.  
How father was able to endure this extreme heat every day, I can't understand.
And he was not only wearing the Templar attire like me now - no, sometimes it
was plate mail! Polished to a glazing shine he stood there in his Templar
armor, just like his brothers in arms who now watch me in a mix of curiosity
and interest. 

The black leather trousers are clinging skin tight to my legs, reminding me
that it had been some time and pounds less since I last have worn them. Knee
high black boots polished and well cared make clicking sounds on the marble
ground as I march through the courtyard. Deep blue eyes flicker to the left and
right, searching for a subordinate between all these Templars. 
In the end my gaze falls on a tall blond Templar, who stands with his arms
folded between the stairs who lead to the circle itself. Like a reinforcement
the large statue of Andraste looms behind him and my lips twitch in amusement
at this display. As I am about twenty feet away, I see that his gaze is resting
on me as well. Golden eyes sharp like the ones of a hawk, with the typical ring
of Lyrium around them. Although it is not the usual simple blue I realize.
Instead the Lyrium ring is a brilliant sapphire, matching so well with his
handsome features. Despite the heat he stands unmoving, not even blinking once
as we hold eye contact. His stare is intimidating but I can mirror this fact
quite well. Full lips are slightly parted, next to the thin sheen of sweat on
his forehead the only hint that he is affected by the heat as well. Not a free
marcher, I assess while I study him. His hair is a ringlet mob of golden curls,
destroying the scowl he wears. And his facial features... remind me of the
Fereldan king. Proud and handsome.
I shake my head and come to a stop in front of this Templar, stepping into his
comfort zone. The finer crafted and graved plate mail, with the added fact that
he isn't wearing and helmet, explains who he is. The Knight Captain.
Perfect. Despite the heat he stands unmoving, not even blinking once as we hold
eye contact. His stare is intimidating but I can mirror this fact quite
well. Our staring battle lasts full two minutes, with neither of us speaking.
Then it becomes uncomfortable for me. He is so damn tall, my neck hurts. 
Stepping even closer so our bodies almost touch, I say in the most ordering
tone I can muster:
'Knight Captain. I demand to be brought to Knight Commander Meredith'
 
At the name of his superior he finally blinks, once. Then his lips pursue and
golden eyes flicker down for a moment, over my body before returning to my
face. 
'The Knight Commander isn't receiving unannounced visitors' he says finally and
I have to bite the inside of my cheek. Wow, his voice is incredibly deep. And
that accent. Definitely fereldan. I knew it!
'I don't need to be announced. Bring her to me' I retort challenging, annoyance
growing in me at being rejected. But the Knight Captain merely lets his gaze
drop again, surveying me once more. 
'No.' he then states in an emotionless tone and I bristle at the answer. How
dare he?!
 
Baring my teeth I stare up at him, one forefinger lifted and pointed at him. 
'You.' I stab with my finger on his chestplate and my voice drops low and
dangerous.
'will.' stab.
'not.' stab.
'deny.' stab.
'me!' The last stab is a strong one to underline this fact, and my finger hurts
instantly. Ouch. But I keep my murderous expression, staring up at the Knight
Captain. 
 
For a moment something flickers in these golden eyes ringed with sapphire, and
then the Templar smirks. Just a tiny smirk, but it is there. 
'Go home, Child. I don't have time for your attitude' He says in this deep
baritone voice and I am close to swooning, till I realize what he just had
said. My forefinger curls and I ball one hand to a fist, then knock forcefully
against his chest plate once more.
‘I am not a child. And if Meredith hears how you treat me-‘
‘Then what?’ The Knight Captain inquires with a raised eyebrow. I sputter at
being interrupted and my confidence falters. He is clearly waiting for an
answer and I lick my lips, trying to find a good argument to persuade this
stupid handsome Knight Captain. So caught up in my contemplating, I almost miss
how his eyes drop again, following the movements of my tongue. Oh… this is
going to be good.
Sensing a way to get my will I rise on my tiptoes and look conspiratorial to
the left and right, before leaning closer. The Knight Captain indulges me by
bending down a little, so it is easier for me to whisper in his ear.
‘Mh… I think we started on the wrong foot. My name is Lillian Guylian. I am the
daughter of the late Knight Commander. Gerald Guylian.’
This new information makes him shift before he pulls back somewhat, so our
faces are just inches apart. Again he studies me and I have to force myself not
to get lost in his beautiful golden eyes. And the way he smells! Patchouli and
fresh male sweat, combined with the sweet mint scent of Lyrium. Maker preserve.
‘In this case…’ the Knight Captain purrs in a deep tone while he smiles
knowingly at my dazed gaze.
‘My name is Cullen Rutherford. I am the Knight Captain as you surely guessed
already. It is a... pleasure… to meet you’ The way he said pleasure. So
positively sinful. I suck in a breath and swallow, now aware that somewhere
during our exchange both my hands had curled around the leather buckles of his
chest plate.
The smirk that plays on his lips widens as he straightens once more and I
stagger forward, our bodies now touching. Sweet Maker. Taking another deep
breath I straighten as well, but keep the close proximity. Dimly I am aware of
the display we surely give, but I don’t care.
 
‘Knight Captain…’ I purr seductively and golden eyes darken at the way I say
his title.
‘How about we go somewhere else and I explain to… you… why I am here?’
 
One leather gloved hand settles over mine and he chuckles low, then lifts his
other hand to wave a subordinate closer.
‘Hawke, you will represent me here while I go and discuss important matters
with this young lady’ he squeezes my hand while he speaks and I smile
bashfully, feeling the eyes of the other Templar on me.
‘Yes, Knight Captain’ he says and salutes, but then his form is concealed as
the Knight Captain… Cullen… moves into action. His hand slides down from mine
and to the small of my back, as he guides me gentle but insistent up the
stairs. I keep my back straight and am again reminded of how large our height
difference is. At least two heads, and he surely twice as broad as me too.
We walk in silence through the upper courtyard but as we reach the shadowed
area of the circle I can’t suppress a content sigh.
My escort chuckles darkly and his hand slides further along my back, curling
around my waist as we round a corner. The rooms of the higher ranked Templars
come in sight to the left and I let my gaze linger there for a moment. Soon.
But the warm gloved hand around my body brings me back to present quickly as we
stop at the door of the Knight Captain’s office. He pulls a heavy key out of
his chestplate and unlocks the door, ushering me through before following
behind and closing the door again. The air is pleasantly chilly here and again
a sigh leaves my lips.
 
Large hands settle on my waist on either side and the Knight Captain steps up
behind me, pulling me against his hard muscled body. The chestplate is still
hot from the sun outside, but to comparison to the hot tickling of his breath,
as full lips graze the skin of my neck. I shudder and pull my shoulders up,
caught unaware by this action.
‘Mhh… relax…’ Cullen murmurs in a dark seductive tone and I bite my bottom lip.
Mouth trailing along my skin, pressing kisses and nips to the exposed skin
there. Calloused hands trail forwards to the slight swell of my belly, bare
fingers grazing the waistband of my leather trousers. I feel his length stir
against my ass, making it clear what he has in mind now. Never had a man
touched me like this… but it was my idea to play the seductive card. Taking a
deep breath I turn around swiftly, missing instantly the heat he radiates.
Chapter End Notes
     "Guylian" is indeed the name of the late Knight Commander of
     Kirkwall. But I tweaked canon a bit. Thehe.
***** Serve (Cullen/Female) *****
Chapter Summary
     Cullen/Female OC. You can also imagine her as Lavellan, Surana,
     Trevelyan, Amell or whatever you want. Dom/Sub.
     No sex, still nsfw.
Chapter Notes
     This draft wouldn't let me alone. Distracted me from writing the
     other stories. So I will post it here and destroy every chance of it
     being part of a larger story ;) Unbeated.
     Sidenote: This draft was written in June `15, and originally part of
     the Story "the pendant" which I took down from AO3. Maybe I will
     upload it again some day....
     Till then - Have fun!
 
 
‘There you are…’ he murmurs darkly and leans forward slightly, watching with a
calculating gaze as I pick up his goblet from the table. Sweet red wine hits my
tongue as I tilt the goblet up, relishing in the fruity flavour. At the same
time black gloved hands settle on either side of my waist, guiding me forwards
and between spread legs. His touch is like fire, spreading along exposed skin
irresistibly. Even though he is sitting we are at nearly the same height, a
fact that lets desire coil in my belly.
 
‘There I am…’ I answer and smile, placing the goblet on the table with a soft
click. Our eyes lock as we breathe in the existence of the other. His presence
is imposing and overpowering, making me drunk more than any wine ever could. My
smile widens as I close the distance between us, slender fingers curling in the
fabric of his tabard. Faces inches apart I can smell the sweet mint and red
wine on his breath, a heady mixture that reminds me of home.
‘How about a kiss for me as greeting, before you ravish me? It has been some
time, love...’ I purr against his lips, feeling them pull in a devious smirk.
Suddenly his grip around my waist becomes painful, the lust filled haze in my
gaze giving way to confusion.
 
‘You neither deserve to call me that nor a kiss just yet my pretty little
whore…’ the Knight Commander murmurs, his hands applying pressure as he slides
them along my upper body, settling on my shoulders.
‘Get on your knees before your Master. Show me how sorry you are for being away
so long.’
 
A sly smirk appears on my red painted lips and I nod obediently.
‘Of course, Master’ Gracefully I sink to my knees, guided by large black gloved
hands on my shoulders. Golden eyes ringed with sapphire follow the movement,
lustfilled and dark. Of course this would be what he wants from me. Ever the
demure sub, kneeling in front of him and awaiting his order eagerly. But two
can play this game. He only has this power because I let him. Knowing about the
effect it will have on Cullen, I interlace both hands in my lap, bowing my
head. Heat pools unbidden in my stomach and I shift a little to sit more
comfortable, then give him the show he so desperately craves.
“I beg your forgiveness, Master. I wronged and failed, angered and displeased
you. I let you wait when all you wanted was to bury your cock between my legs.
I am sorry…’
A low groan is my immediate reward, followed by a sharp inhale as he tries to
control himself. This is a game of power we both know so well. My eyes stay on
my folded hands but I can feel the way he curls one hand on my shoulder. Like
this, he liked me the most in the past. On my knees and awaiting his orders,
ready to suck his cock on his command. Considering the dark chuckle, Cullen
remembers it too. The leather of the armchair creakes as he leans backward, no
doubt studying my kneeling form with satisfaction.
 
‘A good start whore...’
His voice was deep and dark and I shiver unintentionally, the arrogance and
power in his words palpable.
‘... Although this won’t be easy... you really displeased me this time.’ My
grimace at this statement is hidden by long white strands of hair and I resist
the urge to roll my eyes. I am not stupid and he will test my limits now.
‘Whatever my punishment will be I accept it, Master.’ I state in a determined
tone, slipping out of my demure role for a moment.
Cullen chuckles darkly and hums, eliciting goosebumps on my skin with this
thoughtful sound. The leather creaks again as he slowly rises from his
armchair.
 
‘Don´t tempt me... I have all rights to punish you severely...’ He murmurs
darkly and I swallow hard, remaining silent.
'Bating your eyelashes at others... dirty little whore...' he continues and I
flinch.
‘But I always thought of-’ I start in a flight of panic, but a short flick of
his fingers against my left ear turns me silent.
‘Shut up’ he emphasizes this action of his, before adding.
‘I know. You may be a whore... but your heart will always be mine.’ There is
pride in his words and it makes me forget the slight sting radiating from where
he hurt me. Ever so slowly Cullen starts to walk around me, assessing and
contemplating his next move. Blue eyes follow him watchfully, prepared for any
action or order.
After walking around me once and no doubt admiring the view I present him, he
comes to a stop in front of me. Pulling off the right glove, his bare hand
slides in my white silken tresses. The touch of a lover, once so familiar. I
lean into it, seeking, chasing what once we shared with a sigh. But then his
grip tightens all of sudden and he hurls me upwards, forcing me to stand on my
knees. I crane my neck to relieve some of the sharp pain he inflicts, barely
aware that he situates my face in front of his crotch.
 
‘Always.’ I manage to say between gritted teeth, my gaze drifting up at the
Knight Commander. Then back down, fixing on the impressive bulge formed behind
black leather trousers. Just inches away from my face, my mouth watering
already. But instead of giving me what I want and letting me demonstrate my
willingness he bends forward a little. Sweet mint breath mixed with red wine
fawns over my face, golden eyes ringed with sapphire studying me calculating.
‘Same words as in the past. Repeat them’ He finally ordered and my mouth goes
dry at the intensity of his gaze and words. Hands shaking and sweaty I shift
under his unbridled attention, loosing myself into these depths of molten gold.
For a moment the coldness there falters, and a glimpse of the man I love shines
through.
 
Taking a deep breath and holding eye-contact to him I straighten a little,
before repeating what he wants to hear.
‘My slow-word is yellow. My safe-word is red.’ Cullen exhales audibly and pride
mixed with lust flashes in his golden eyes. A feral smirk grows on his full
lips, one I mirror in equal lust. Just for effect I bare my teeth a little, a
look of understanding crossing between us.  


'Very good...'  he murmurs and I straighten a little more, basking in his
golden gaze. But then his expression changes and became cold, making me
swallow. The hold in my hair tightena for a heartbeat before loosening
completely.
'Tell me… how many others seeded what is mine?' His words were dangerously low
and my eyes widened.
Blue eyes glanced to the side as I avert my gaze, seeking nervously for a good
answer. Counting inaudibly I clear my throat, and finally smile nervously up at
him.
'Technically… I made them always pull out before they spilled. So there was no
seed.'
A wave of ice hits her and I gasp, hands snatching forward and curling in black
leather trousers to keep myself upright. Violently I cough, trying to fill my
lungs with air even as the pleasant tingle of desire spreads on my skin.
Inflicted by the holy smite he bestowed on me.
 
'Answer and address me properly!' Cullen spats down at me and I lick my lips
nervously, counting anew. He never stated that I should remain celibate... so
why is he that angry and jealous now?
'Nine, Master Cullen...' His eyes harden and I hurriedly add.
'But none was as good and equipped as you!'
 
Briefly he closes his eyes, breathing audibly before speaking again, voice
tinged with jealousy and resentment.
'Nine… Nine other man…' His hold in my hair loosens and Instantly I shuffle a
little closer. Snuggling with my head against his right muscled thigh, seeking
forgiveness. For a while Cullen says nothing and studies me with an unreadable
expression, his gaze flickering over my face. Then he growls in disgust and
pushes me away from his thigh, starting to walk around me once more.
'I can´t even describe how much this disgusts me…' Cullen spats lowly while he
prowls around my kneeling form. My eyes follow him nervously and I crane my
neck a little to keep him in my eyeshight.
'But you took others in your bed too...' I murmur more to myself, remembering
the hurt as I watched another woman on her knees in front of my Master.
 
Thwack!
 
His movement is fast and my head whips to the side, left cheek stinging and
with the imprint of his five fingers and palm. Before I can comprehend the
situation Cullen gathers my hair anew in a ponytail and pulls on it sharply, my
head snapping back as I cry out.
'How dare you to judge me?! To compare me to the filth you are?!' Cullen looms
over me and his voice is dangerously low, golden eyes ringed with sapphire
having a mad hue.
'...Nine slaps for each man you betrayed me with.' His hand in my hair twitches
a little as he speaks, searching my eyes intently.
'Ten more for staying away so long' Glowing eyes narrow as I lick my lips,
following the movement of my tongue.
 
'And five more for your gall to judge me. This makes 24 slaps in total. Endure
them well and I may forgive you!' I grit my teeth at the announced number and
drop my head in defeat.
 
'Yes, Master Cullen.' I hear myself say, eyes glinting with unshed tears as I
look up once more. For him, I will endure. To earn his forgiveness and love.
 
 
***** Prompt: Kiss at work (Cullen/Trevelyan) *****
Chapter Summary
     Written for Dadrunkwriting. Prompt sent by the lovely 5ftgarden on
     tumblr.
      
     1/2 beerglass of sparkling wine, six coffeebeans encased in dark
     chocolate and horny Lil-Kjay made this prompt possible.
     (And yeah... used my own dominant!Cullen for it. Sorry. Can`t write
     him differently. Also: The quizzy is someone else (obviously) and
     Trevelyan... well... imagine her backstory how you see fit!)
 
A feather`s tip, scratching over parchment. Unhurried sound, written words in a
perfect neat handwriting. Like everything he did. Timid, methodical, patient,
perfect. In a way his behavior at work resembles his behavior in their
relationship and bed..
Because it is here where he excels the most. With vigor and determination,
relentless and so experienced. Always knowing where to touch, where to kiss to
bring her the utmost pleasure.. Trevelyan sighs longingly, stifling it with a
cough before glancing over the book`s edge at the man sitting on his desk once
more. If he has heard her, he does not show.
 
Focused on the task before him, she can´t help but daydream once more. Every
move of his hand over the parchment, she imagines on her skin instead. Large
hands calloused but oh so gentle, the first ones who ever touched her body. Who
taught her everything about the art of sex, the several ways how people so
deeply in love as them could find pleasure together.
But if she is honest… there is one thing she likes more than him making love to
her during the night.
Something only a few in his life had been granted. The feel and taste of his
full lips. jealousy sparks as she thinks of his past lovers, all these women
who had the chance to experience his kisses before she ever had the chance.
These lips now capture her attention, shimmering promising in the light of the
candles strewn in his office. so full and a dark pink, softer as every rose
petal ever could be. At their first meeting, she had wondered if the scar?s
texture would be noticeable. But then when he finally kissed her for the first
time - her mind was blank of any thought. All that passion, pent up feelings
and desire. All singled, bundled up in a kiss. Never before had a man kissed
her like that - and she hoped that no one ever again would.
 
She was his. so utterly, totally that it made her smile foolishly. Daydreams
filled her mind, of them walking hand in hand through wheatfields as golden as
his hair and the sun dawning behind them. A shared future, pictures he painted
with these sinful lips every night they became one. Drew them on her skin while
filling her, hot breaths dampening overheated skin. A pink hue begins to glow
on her cheeks, so engrossed in vivid daydreams that she misses how the man
behind the desk places the quill down.
Her eyes absently follow these full lips move into a smirk, tongue darting out
to dampen them again. The creaking of the wooden chair, soft clank of metal -
all that was left unheard. Only his lips remain sharp in her vision, shadows
playing on them as the man she loves endlessly crosses the room towards her
seatíng place.
A large ungloved hand cups her cheek gently a few heartbeats later, golden eyes
capturing hers in a heated gaze. Long black eyelashes flutter as she sighs,
stretching obediently as the Commander guides her face up and towards him.
 
‘You distract me, girl…’ He murmurs in a deep and husky tone, smirk on full
tempting lips widening as her gaze drops longingly. A silent plea which he does
not grant just yet. Too much the tease, the master of all her desires and
unspoken wishes.
‘The inquisitor won`t be pleased if I delay this report yet again for another
hour...’ the blush on her cheeks darkens, memories of last night and the reason
of the first delayance of this report recalled through his words.
‘...He… he will understand… Please… can`t you… make a short break? A quick
one?’ She whispers nearly inaudible, craning her neck to close the distance
between them. But of course, it isn’t that easy. With a smirk he keeps their
distance upright, thumb stroking the soft skin under her eye tenderly.
 
‘Mhm… You don`t love me for being quick, girl... ‘ Hot breath carrying the
scent of wine touches her lips as he exhales thoughtfully, the tip of his nose
touching hers.
‘... And I need to finish this report… so…’ face inching closer to hers she
closes her eyes in anticipation, slender hands curling in the fabric of his
surcoat. It is the only thing she wears, her dress destroyed earlier as he took
passionately what is his. And she had loved it, just like she loves the way
heat tickles her face as he exhales another time.
‘For now a kiss is all you will get… then you will go upstairs and wait for me
in bed. As soon as the report is done and sent… I promise to make up for our
lost time...’ his words are soft but she feels and hears the underlined lust
swinging in them.
‘Will you be a good girl for me and wait in bed?’ he asks next, even though
both know it’s only rhetorical. As if she would ever deny him anything.And so
her shaking nod is not surprising him in the least, instead prompting a flicker
of pride wash over his handsome face.
 
‘That’s my girl…’ he chuckles and then closes the distance finally, finally. A
whimper of unbridled joy escapes her as their lips touch, kiss featherlight but
promising what will happen later.
 
 
***** Prompt: Lowtown + Voyeurism (Cullen/Emilia) *****
Chapter Summary
     Set 9:33 Dragon, Kirkwall Lowtown.
     Got this prompt from Ladydracarys on tumblr via Dadrunkwriting.
     To be honest, I like this oneshot a lot. Maybe I will turn this into
     a bigger story.
     Emilia is one of my OC's, but you can imagine her as a Trevelyan if
     you want (*winks at Miss_ragdoll84*)
     Be aware: Slightly dubcon bc of intoxication with alcohol, but
     consent is clearly given. And I also made the ending sweet, couldn't
     help myself.


Her drunken giggles prompted him to fall into another fit of laughter - even
though he wasn't that drunk. No, Cullen still considered himself the dutiful
one, even more with his female fellow Templar companion on tow. Okay, truth to
be told she wasn't a Templar yet. A recruit only, arrived with the small squad
of Templars from the burned down Circle of Starkhaven.
 
Why exactly Meredith made him babysit the only surviving recruit he didn’t
knew. But he knew a healing balm for the watery eyes filled with fear and
sadness as Emilia - that was the recruits name - looked at him from across the
room. A distraction, something - anything so she could forget the horrors she
witnessed and experienced. Quite familiar with the cruel things mages could do
on templars himself, Cullen knew exactly what they had to do.
 
Becoming shit-faced-drunk. It was his favorite way to drown the screams and
pleas of his dead friends, the ripping of flesh and gurgling sound of sliced
throats successfully. And with the way sweet Emilia clung to his broad frame to
remain upright - it had worked for her perfectly too. While she continued to
giggle, fistfuls of his civil uniform clutched in her slender hands, Cullen
sobered up a bit and surveyed the area. Lowtown - of course. The ale was cheap
and no one dared to question two Templars going drunk here. Also, with
Meredith`s malicious reign the last few weeks - everyone rather pretended to
have gone spontaneously blind than having seen two Templars here in the
filthiest filth of Kirkwall.
 
‘Co... Co...’ Cullen huffed in annoyance and held onto his recruit`s slender
frame, saving her once again from slamming face first into the dirty ground.
Clearing his throat and inhaling a fresh air to clear his head, he tried again.
 
‘Come on... we... we need to go to the glal... glalo... gallows!’ Oh Maker,
Meredith would kill him for this. His stumbling and drunken babbling earned him
another shirek of wild giggles, Emilia swaying for a moment before pulling him
forward abruptly.
 
Neither of them moved steadily, the doubled and tripled alley before them
proving difficult with all these unexpected holes and surface irregularities.
But even though she nearly made them crash two times into a barrel or pile of
garbage - Cullen couldn’t help but notice the warm feel of her ungloved hand in
his. Where they lost their gloves at all - he couldn’t remember. But he was the
knight-captain. He could simply request some new ones in the-
 
Emilia stopped so abruptly that he tripped over the smaller woman. sending both
of them into a pile of yelping limbs to the ground. His head was spinning and
the unexpected fall on something soft made him blink in confusion. Slender
hands clutched his sides now, long hair escaped from the neat bun sprawled out
like a halo around her in the dirt. Face flushed with the intoxication of red
wine and continued giggling she made… Cullen was rendered speechless. She was
beautiful when she laughed. Why hadn't he noticed this sooner? Oh.. yeah…
because she was crying when they met. The thought sobered him up once more and
also gave him the state of mind to realize in which position they were in.
 
His length stirred in interest, treacherous drunken body approving what his
mind found mortifying. Nestled firmly between her spread legs, hands propped up
on either side of her head. Only a few inches separated their faces - even
though hers was turned to the side and up - and Cullen flushed a deep shade of
red. Shame washed over him but as he opened his lips to whisper an apologize,
Emilia turned her head and shushed him with a hiss. a faint spray of spit hit
his face and he looked flabbergasted, then followed her glassy eyes as she
looked away from him again.
 
At first, he couldn’t make out exactly what was happening. Or rather. his body
once more seemed to catch up more quickly than his mind. A man and a woman,
backed up against a wall about ten feet away from them. Hidden behind a stack
of barrels, he and Emilia had the perfect view of what the other couple was
doing. It seemed… odd. The woman was hovering in the air... because her legs
were gone... and her skirt was... the man`s trousers pooled around his ankles
and... he swaying towards the woman and wall repeatedly... Cullen felt the
rocking motion like a ship... heard two... no. Four moans.  
 
Cullen’s eyes widened as he realized four things in short order: One: The
woman's legs weren't gone, but firmly wrapped around the man's hips. Two, the
man wasn't swaying, but thrusting hard deep into the woman's body. Three, there
was no rocking motion of a ship... it was the synchrony of his body and the
body pinned underneath his. And four... yes... four moans. But before he could
comprehend this thought further his next moan was muffled by soft pouty lips as
Emilia smashed their lips together in a broken kiss. He froze for about a
second before relaxing into a kiss, then another before taking the lead and
plundering his fellow templar's mouth greedily. Ale and something sweet he
tasted on his tongue, which twined with hers again and again.
 
A voice inside his head screamed to stop, but then nimble fingers began to tuck
on the laces of his trousers, loosening them with determination.
‘Em... Emi... w... wait’ he managed between kisses, the sound of the other`s
pair coupling inflicting a fire of lust in him. No. This was wrong he couldn't.
They couldn't. They-
 
‘Please... please Cullen...’ Her sweet voice whispered in his ear, followed by
damp lips sucking and pressing kisses along his jaw and neck.
‘Show me what is real... that this is real...  that I am not in the tower
surrounded by desire demons’ She begged and plead, his heart breaking as he
heard her confession. Drunk with alcohol and the longing to comfort and be
comforted he gave in.
‘O... Okay... I will... I will...’ He whispered and then kissed her again,
trembling hands sliding up her thighs to pull down her trousers. Yes. he would
show her that this is real. Tonight, they would forget. And maybe, just
maybe... this had been Meredith`s plan from the very beginning his drunken mind
reasoned. He bared her to him then, affection and tenderness flooding his
senses as she helped him to align himself with her opening.

Maybe, maybe they could help each other. Both tortured by the same demons. They
could overcome this and heal together. With that thought Cullen pushed inside
her, shuddering as velvety warmth of the woman he would years later call his
wife enveloped him.
 
 
 
***** Always (Cullen/Female OC) *****
Chapter Summary
     This was supposed to be chapter three of my new story 'siuil a run'.
     But the more I think about the whole plot... the less I like it.
     Thoughts? Would you be interested in seeing this as part of the
     story?
     Summary: Lilly had been in a coma after slaying the archdemon. Cured
     from the taint but trapped in the fade thanks to Flemeth, she now
     slowly starts to wake up. PVS (persistent vegetative state) in this
     chapter - or my interpretation of a coma.
     Cullen took take of her all these years, on top of being knight
     captain in kirkwall and dealing with his trauma. As always - darker
     Cullen but with more insight in his complicated persona.
     ****
Soft silk touching my skin. Luxurious, it feels as if been enveloped by clouds.
But as I try to regain more consciousness, it does not work. Eyes deny their
proper use, I am unable to open them the tiniest bit. So I have to rely on my
other senses. The luring scent of incense and fresh laundry tickles my nose,
tinged with candlewax and something heady but floral. Air around me warm in a
way that is comforting, tempting me to just fall asleep again. But no - I don’t
want to just yet. Willing myself to further take note of what is going on
around me. Ears twitch subtly at the soft rustling on paper… a feather's tip
scratching over parchment.
 
This is familiar and my heartbeat picks up. He is here. No longer on duty down
in the courtyard like he told me this morning. A soft moan leaves my lips,
barely audible. But he hears it, ever the vigilant knight. Leather creaks, wood
sliding over stone as he pushes back the chair in front of his desk. Why I can
name the objects making this sound… I do not know. It is… as if I heard this
sounds a hundred times and more, without ever seeing. Footsteps, tired and
heavy. A lock clicking into place, leaving the world outside. Candles fizzling
as they get distinguished, parchment neatly organized in piles. Then these
footsteps become louder, as does my heartbeat. Body reacting already, where my
body just slowly catches up.
 
The surface… no… bed where I lie dips shortly after, rustling of fabric. Then a
warm calloused hand touches my cheek, tenderly and loving.
‘It’s alright, love…’ His voice is so soft. That deep baritone, even though he
sounds tired and exhausted. And we both know it is not alright… so tears gather
in my eyes unseen. Unable to gift him at least a single glance of love.
 
For a moment he hesitates, as he always does. But then soft full lips touch
mine, applying the gentlest of kisses there. I can’t return the kiss, and my
heart aches at the thought. But he has grown familiar with that fact, the sad
sigh like every night almost inaudible. When he pulls away, the scent of sweet
mint and red wine caresses my face.
‘Let us retire for the evening… read a bit in front of the fireplace…’ he
murmurs next and his action is so familiar, I anticipate it with longing and
happiness. The silk gets pulled away from my body, leaving me bare safe for the
nightgown he bought. A beautiful one in white with lace. I know, because he
described it as he dressed me this morning after bath. I remember how he
braided my damp hair, careful strokes with the brush. A single long braid,
reaching all the way down to my hip.
 
Said braid he now detangles from the several pillows my upper body is lying
upon, placing it with tenderness over my shoulder and chest. For a heartbeat
calloused fingertips graze the soft swell of my breast as he does so, and the
sharp inhale is something he does everytime an intimate touch like this
happens. Longing and the vow to keep me safe and protected battle for three
heartbeats more, then he relaxes. No, he would never do anything against my
will. Cross that final line, even though the daily bath costs him a great
amount of iron will.
 
His way to fight the desire… it leaves a sting in my heart, everytime I hear
him with other women in the adjacent room. Never loving and tender like he
handles me. No, it is as if with leaving our bedroom, he becomes another man.
Rough instead of sweet. Cruel instead of patient and kind. He thinks I do not
hear what happens in his office. But I do. The moans and whimpers, the sound of
flesh slapping against flesh. How he humiliates them, forcing them to face
their boundaries. But I am okay with his way of handling it. Because I also
know how he reacts when he is done. Sending the whores and subordinates away as
soon as he is sated, washing himself before seeking my presence. Like a healing
balm, pulling my limp body into strong arms and burying his face in my light
brown hair. His heartbeat is still wild then, muscles trembling from the
exertion he put himself through. Whispered words of apologies, calloused hands
holding me so tight as if I am the only thing keeping him sane. Never ever, he
kisses or spills inside them. This he promised me, although I am not in a state
to acknowledge it. But in my heart I know, I do. Oh how I wish to take his hand
in moments like these, reassure him that what he does is okay.
 
The heat of his body increases as he leans over me, bringing me back to the
present. Carefully as if I am made of glass, strong arms slide under my knees
and shoulders. Supporting my head against his chest as he lifts me up, not the
barest hint of difficulty. He did it so many times… is trained to lift heavier
things than me. Just a few steps across the room, then the sound is muffled by
carpet. As he sits down in the large armchair, he takes care not to squish me
in the motion. Sideways in his lap, feet dangling over the armrest on one side.
My head is pillowed on his muscled chest, steady heartbeat giving me comfort.
 
But he isn't satisfied and bends my knees further, placing small feet covered
in woolen socks between his thigh and the armrest. Curled into a ball now, but
not uncomfortable. One large hand smoothing the nightgown over my legs,
controlling the temperature of skin. Not even once since I can remember… I was
freezing. So thoughtful all the time, me his most precious possession.
 
‘I love you’ he whispers against my temple, full lips leaving a lingering kiss
there. 
***** The Duel (Cullen/Lilly OC) *****
Chapter Summary
     Because I can't insert it in the main story. Here have a duel scene
     with suggestive Talk between my OC Lilly and Cullen. As always:
     Dark!Cullen, confident and *coughs* well. Have fun!
In the afternoon Lilly looks at the swords with great interest. Maxwell, a
Templar she knows from an encounter two days ago sneers that women are just
here to bear babies and look pretty. Lilly is angry in an instant. How dare he
to say that!? As the Templar walks past her with a snickering laugh, Lilly
exclaims loudly that she wants to duel him. Several people turn their heads,
including the group of Templars she had seen earlier.
 
Maxwell is speechless at her brazenness, while Lilly picks one the smaller one
of two expensive looking swords, both have a long and forked blade. Harritt
gets nervous as he sees which weapon she took, but she is already testing the
weight of the blade.
 
Maxwell looks still dumpstruck, stars at her. Then he exclaims with a
disbelieving laugh that he will not fight against a slut. Lilly raises her
eyebrows at that, begins to provoke him and rolls her shoulder.
'Why? Are you afraid to loose, Templar?' she taunts loudly and Maxwell gets
angry.
‘Shut up!’ he snarls and then unsheats his sword. Lilly smirks at him and walks
with a bouncing step over to the fighting circle, blade propped up against her
shoulder.
A small crowd had gathered, and she bows to them, then looks back to Maxwell.
With her back to the crowd she waits for him to enter the circle. When the
Templar is there he snarls.
‘this is a waste of time!’ Lilly smirks at that, and replies smugly:
‘how about we make it more interesting then?’ as Maxwell peeks up at that she
says.
‘If YOU win… i’m yours for three nights. Fullfil your every wish. And we both
know how much you want me to writhe underneath you...’ his eyes grow wide first
at that, then darken as he looks her over. A few people gasp, and heavy booted
footsteps draw nearer, but Lilly continues.
‘however… if I win… you will buy me this sword here. I like it’ and gestures to
the forked sword in her hand. 'And you will also admit that Women are just as
skilled fighters as men!' At this she hears someone chuckle dark and deep
behind her. She clenches her jaw, because she knows that chuckle. Stubbornly,
she refuses to turn around. Maxwell however looks nervously behind Lilly and
she sees that he isn't that confident anymore.
‘The sword of the Knight Commander? That's impossible! I don't think… i don't
know how much..’ he starts, but then someone behind her says in a deep baritone
voice.
 
‘30 souvereigns. And if the young Lady wins, she will receive the same amount
of souvereigns directly from me’ even Lilly knows that this has to be a high
prized reward, and the gasps from the crowd are another evidence of it. She
turns her upper body, locks behind herself. The whole squad of Templars has
gathered behind her, at the top of the knight commander Rutherford. Golden eyes
ringed with sapphire meet deep blue ones and she sees that the commander is
smirking.
 
Without thinking Lilly grins devilishly at him, then turns back to Maxwell.
‘Well, you have heard your boss-’ Lilly says with an amused tone, but then the
commander speaks again.
‘But should she fail… I will get my turn on her first. Three nights. Same
terms’ Lilly tenses at that and looks again over her shoulder. The Knight
Commander's gaze has intensified and Lilly swallows, although it is nothing in
comparison to the shocked whispers of the crowd. Oh damn.
 
She worries her bottom lip for a few seconds, while Maxwell looks as if he is
sick. Then she squints her eyes, studying the Commander for a moment, tilting
her head to the side in challenge.
‘I increase the bet: If I win I will get the sword, your pet-Templar admits
that he was wrong. 30 souvereigns for me and.... I will get your fancy’ Lilly
says and looks smug. The commander chuckles low and deep, studying her.
‘Accepted. My sword, Ser Maxwell admit's he is wrong. 30 souvereigns and my
surcoat if you win’ the commander finally repeats, and Lilly is about to do the
victory dance, when he adds:
‘But should you fail… you will be mine for the next seven nights. Fulfilling my
every wish... starting tonight. ’ Lilly blanches at that, and it is deathly
silent now. Damn me and my big mouth. Fuck.
 
Gnawing on her bottom lip she glances over at Maxwell, who looks almost
jealous. And ready to vomit. 
Squaring her shoulders she marches over to the Commander and stretches her hand
out. His smirk grows and accents the scar, as he takes her hand in a strong
grip.
‘Deal!’ She announces loudly and looks determined in his eyes, then quips.
‘I would start undressing if I were you, Knight Commander. That fancy surcoat
will be mine.’ Sapphire blue eyes sparkling in challenge, she glances up at his
imposing figure. Knight Commander Rutherford chuckles again and keeps his hold
on her hand as she tries to step back, pulling her closer to him. Body`s nearly
touching she can't suppress a gasp as the warmth of his breath tickles her ear,
goosebumps rising as the Commander bends down.
‘Mhm… maybe i will let you wear it while I fuck you tonight…’ a shudder runs
through her at his words and she steps away as soon as he releases his hold, a
faint blush on her cheeks. The knight commander grins knowingly then folds his
arms over his chest.
 
‘Yes... well...’ Lilly exclaims and clears her throat, then lifts the sword
from the ground and ignores the fluttering in her stomach at the low growl of
approval she hears behind her. Turning towards her opponent she squares her
shoulders, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
‘Let the show begin. Are you ready, Templar?’
 
 
 
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