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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Dragon_Age:_Inquisition, Solavellan_Hell_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Solas_x_Inquisitor_Lavellan
  Character:
      Solas_(Dragon_Age), Female_Inquisitor_Lavellan
  Additional Tags:
      Smutt
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-23 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2934
****** Elven Needing ******
by Ladyayla121
Summary
     This is a small one shot that will have two chapters. It's a smutt
     fic with Solas and female Inquisitor.
     She basically goes into heat that has every man in the tavern going
     through instantly hard and ready to service her including Dorian.
     Solas is there as well, a coincidence, to talk to somebody in Denerim
     to find out what he needs. This is set about three years after
     Trespasser.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Rayne woke up in her room she had rented in Denerim, feverish and achy. Her
body felt like it was strung up, just waiting to explode.
Her dreams had been their normal fantasies of being with Solas and as always
she awoke with a need to bring herself off.
Her hands slipped underneath the covers dancing upon her naked body, reaching
her nipples and tweaking them. She moaned, which was strange since normally
touching them herself didn't do much in arousing her further. She used her
nails on her index fingers to flick them sending jolts of need down to her
core. She left one hand on one of her breasts and continued trailing the other
down until she reached the apex of her thighs. She teased herself pretending
that it was Solas who was there with her, his eyes alight with sensual promise.
She circled her clit in a soft caress that had her cry out as she imagined it
was him with his tongue. Round and round, no need to use her saliva to
stimulate her, she slowly built a rhythm that had her body on the edge, her
breathing heaving out as she sought her relief. Her other hand left her breast
and followed its twin down to her sex. She rubbed it up and down her slit,
teasing the folds before gently penetrating her hot, clenching love tunnel that
was pulsing with deep need. She was so close to that climax but no matter how
she tried, Rayne couldn’t seem to find her relief. In fact, her attempting to
love herself made her all the more needy. It had been three years since she had
been with him and had gotten by with masturbation until now. But tonight her
hand wasn't enough and needed a lover, a night of scratching an itch for her to
stay sane. It felt like her whole body was insensitive to any form of touch
that was her own. All she was doing was torturing herself, so close to that
finish but she couldn't reach it no matter how hard she tried. She needed a
man. Her man. But he of course still hadn’t come back for her. Solas or
Fen'Harel or whoever the hell he was had left her, never to return.
Fuck this! She thought with a cry of need as a small blast of energy came out
of her. Instantly her nipples and clit went pebbled as stone, completely hard
and begging for attention. Her center, the source of her heat pulsed in thick
clenching throbs that had her stomach clenching in severe need of something. It
was agony and realization dawned and she now knew why own touch wouldn’t work.
She was experiencing her first needing. Female elves of the Dalish, she wasn't
sure if the elves in Alienage did, all went through a few in their lifetimes as
a way to make sure their race survived even though children were still made
without it. However, this ensured that their would be multiple children created
during that time if one didn’t protect themselves first.  With that
understanding, Rayne threw caution to the wind rose from the bed, put on her
cloak, and made her way down into the tavern to search out a male who could
withstand the firestorm that would soon be taking precedence over her. Another
wave came out of her as she walked down the stairs and she had to grip the
railing for support or else she'd have fallen. She heard several of the men
hiss in reaction to the energy blast but it was a minor one and none were too
affected yet. Her Keeper had told her that for the men it would start as an
irritation, like an tightening of their skin almost like they had been out in
the song too long. She took several deep breaths and continued the rest of the
way down before a more powerful blast rippled out of her and through the room.
Rayne observed how this blast affected them and saw several men look at one
another confused. They were, she knew, feeling their cocks go rock hard for no
reason and all were wondering if they all were doing the same.
Even Dorian and Bull, who were sitting in the corner with Cullen were all
sitting there with confused expressions.
“Did you just–?” Cullen asked slightly embarrassed.
“Yes.” The other two replied looking at each other dumbfounded. "Man, I'm
harder than stone." Bull commented, wincing at the feeling. He was clearly
uncomfortable. "Anyone else suddenly feel really horny?" He asked as he reached
under the table to try and adjust himself into a more comfortable position
until the boner went away. Rayne saw Dorian and Cullen nod as they too reached
underneath and attempted to do the same. Rayne walked towards their table, her
intuition already seeking out the most potent man in the tavern, who would be a
good father to her children. Cullen.
The other two were off limits since they were in love with each other and she
didn't intend to come between them, so she chose Cullen. As she walked forward
another wave blasted through the tavern, an agonized cry wrenched from her lost
in the sea of groans of all the males within the room made.
Once it passed Rayne continued on her path to Cullen but was stopped in her
tracks by a hooded masked man she found smelled slightly familiar.
He didn’t even say anything, instead he lifted her up into his arms not at all
gentlemanly and carried her up the stairs of the tavern and into a set of rooms
that weren’t hers.
Once the door was shut, he spoke. “You are mine, Rayne.” He said. The blood
drained from her face as recognition of his voice registered within her.
“Solas?”
He pulled his mask off along with his hood. Her breath caught at seeing him
after all this time but changed to pain a second later as another blast rocked
the room. She fell to her knees while clutching her cloak as if to tear it off.
Her skin was hot, too hot. Too much clothing, her nightdress rubbing against
her beyond sensitive nipples. She moaned every time it moved against her skin
had her writhing in both pain and pleasure.
“Fendhis!” She heard him curse with a groan of arousal. It had her moaning in
reaction and her core clench with need. His voice much more arousing than it
used to be. Rayne moaned at the sound of it before she started panting. She
felt her juices running down her legs, her body already prepared for him.
“Please.” She begged. “Don’t leave me like this. Let me find someone to help me
if you can’t do what I need you to do.”
“Nobody else will touch you the way I have. You are mine.” Solas said as he
came forward, with look that was all male. He pulled her into him and plundered
her mouth in a possessive kiss that was all demand.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Another wave blasted forth making her break the kiss and cry out. Her knees
gave out and if he hadn’t been there she would’ve fallen to the floor.
Solas hissed as the wave had his body reacting, his cock thickened with need
and he growled wolfishly in response. His senses heightened as the scent of her
arousal strong and potent in the air hit him. He inhaled it like a starving man
on the street would his food.
He was dizzy and it fueled his own desire something she could see in his gaze
as his deep ocean blues darkened with his lust. He picked Rayne up and began
walking to the bed, taking her lips with his again. She moaned into his mouth
as his hands caressed every inch of her clothed body.
It wasn’t enough for her. All it did was send her hormones into overdrive but
then he found her skin. But he didn’t touch it fully, intent on taking off her
nightwear. She had on a cream nightdress made of silk and her cloak of royal
blue she had hastily thrown on before leaving her room.
Solas unclasped the cloak, it hit the floor with a thud completely unforgotten
as he tugged up the wonderful nightgown, that showed off her lovely form, and
pulled it over her head, breaking the drugging kiss. Her eyes, purple like
amethysts, pleaded with him to help her. He kissed her again, a brief kiss as
he laid her upon the bed.
Solas moved away from her a look of uncertainty within his gaze. He hadn’t
meant to make himself known to her. It had been mere coincidence that they were
both staying at that tavern. She was there to see King Alistair about something
or so he had overheard a rather jealous Cullen talking to Dorian about. Solas
was there for information from someone in Denerim.
He had been sitting by himself in the corner when she had come in from outside,
the currently forgotten cloak draped around her. He had smelled her first,
though he hadn’t recognized it at first. It had changed slightly. A warning, he
guessed, about her about to go into her needing. But when she had removed the
hood from her head and revealed her white blonde hair and her mesmerizing eyes,
his breath caught and his heart had sped up at seeing her again.
Cullen, Dorian, and Bull were with her. Dorian and his lover and gone to see
about their rooms for the night while Rayne had removed her cloak to reveal a
dress of gold and white that flowed around her. Her lower back was mostly bare,
only the golden straps holding up the front and attached the flowing white silk
of her skirts.
“Please.” Her voice snapped him back to the present and he watched as she
writhed upon the bed trying to find some way to ease her discomfort. “If you
leave me like this I will personally hunt you down and kill you for not letting
me find someone willing who will service me as I need.”
Solas’ eyes darkened possessively at her threat, more from her statement of
finding another man to service her. Another growl came out from his mouth and
in the next instant he was removing his clothing, his instincts kicking in and
shutting off his brain. "Nobody will dare to touch you or they're dead." He
growled menacingly.
In a flash he was on the bed naked beside her with his mouth on hers again as
he clasped her to him. She was his! Nobody else’s! His kiss turned demanding,
leaving her mouth and trailing hot fire all down her body until his lips
reached her plum sized breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth for several
second before taking the other.
Rayne’s breath hitched and her body tightened. With a cry her body shivered
with an instant orgasm.
Fendhis! She was a sight to behold. She was gloriously pink and glowing with
her feverish need. His Vhenan was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Solas thought as he continued his way down to her stomach and down to her
lightly haired mound. When he touched her folds he hissed with wonder. She was
already drenched with her arousal and it was so strong he felt the pulses
coming from her as she again came at him just touching her there.
“Please!” She cried as her body arched off the bed. The force of energy that
came out of her then pushed Solas upright from her body, as if invisible hands
had punched at his torso. She screamed in misery as he hung in midair above
her. “Please.” She whimpered as the surge passed. He fell back on top of her
suddenly as the invisible force disappeared. The orgasms she just experienced
had obviously made the situation worse and now she was weeping so hard, tears
streaming down her face as she twisted and contorted underneath him.
“Lie still, Vhenan.” Solas said with worry. “I’m going to enter you now.”
Concern for the agony she was obviously in breaking through his possessiveness.
Rayne was too far gone to hear him. And so with he allowed his wolfish
instincts to come to the forefront again, gave into the alpha in him that
demanded he take her as was his right, which had him wrestling her into place.
Solas pressed on her collarbone with a forearm while he forced one of her legs
up and to the side.
With a elvish curse he grabbed his cock and guided it to her swollen threshold
and thrusted hard into her joining them deep. They both yelled out, him in pure
pleasure at the clenching wet softness of her sex that gripped him, and her in
climax as her body orgasmed instantly from his forceful entry.
Then he dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder and held on for dear
life, getting lost in the sensation of her tight, slick sex. Solas’ body took
over, his hips moving like pistons, the punishing, grinding rhythm.
He pumped in and out wildly. Out of control. “Oh, Fendhis!“ he hollered. Their
bodies were slapping together and he was mostly blind and he was sweating all
over her and the wolf inside him growled making his eyes change to that of his
wolf form. His teeth elongated like he was shapeshifting. He wanted to mark
her, he realized. Without even thinking he did just that making her call out
his name as her body seized up under him. Her core grabbed onto him in spasms
that milked him until—Oh, shit!
His orgasm hit him hard, tackling him from behind and shooting up his spine,
nailing him in the back of the head. His release blasted out of him and into
hers not stopping, coming in great waves, pouring into her, filling her up.
There was nothing he could do to stop the eruptions even if he wanted to.
Though the rational part of his brain said he shouldn’t be doing this, the
other half was glad that it did.
When the last shudder left him, Solas lifted his head. Rayne had her eyes
closed and her breathing was winded but calm as she held him in her arms.It
didn't last long however and with a whimper, another blast erupted from her
making his cock hard and ready to go again. Before he could even think about
it, his hips were pistoning in and out of her once again this time more slowly.
Rayne moaned as she writhed underneath him, her body arching to get him in as
deep as possible. Growling, he pulled out making her cry in frustration at his
leaving her body. He flipped her, putting her on her stomach and arching her
hips until her legs held them up with her upper body pretty much bowing on the
bed. He didn't even wait for her to get her bearings and entered her hard,
hitting up against her cervix. This caused a noise to come out of her that was
between a grunt and keening moan. She began thrusting back into him as he
pushed into her harder and harder. Over and over, skin again slapping against
skin. Solas lowered his upper body against her back putting his mouth right at
her neck. Not even resisting he bit her again and held her there as he pounded
into her. She once again clenched him hard as he thrusted in as deep as he
could go, his cock meeting her cervix where with a loud groan he once again
spilled his seed deep into her body. He collapsed on top of her, his body
completely drained. He huffed and puffed what air he could manage to pull into
his lungs. Rayne also was heaving, her sex still gripping him in a tight hold
that kept him throbbing inside her as she drained him of his seed. Her grip on
him finally released him and his cock fell out of her but none of his cum had
followed other than a slight dribble. He rolled to his side beside her still
breathing heavily. His eyes were drooping slightly, his energy just about
depleted. He thought it was over but a few minutes later a new wave blasted out
of her sending his cock back to full mast and him groaning with exhaustion.
Solas had never seen or been involved with a females needing, not even back in
the time of Arlathan. He had heard about them but didn't know much of what went
on since he had never been in the vicinity of females going into their heat. He
pulled her on top of him this time, allowing her to take control of the mating
they once again went at it again. It happened two more times after that before
she finally collapsed in her own exhaustion, finally sated. Solas couldn't
move, his whole body drained of every but of energy and even magic that he had.
All he could move was his arm that she laid on to drag her in to his body, her
head now resting on his chest. They both were out in a matter of minutes, not
even the Fade took a hold of them leaving them both to dream of nothing as
their bodies healed and replenished and Rayne's also beginning to make the
babies that would soon be growing within her womb.
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