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Fifteen minutes and two orgasms later, Harlow finally made the journey up the stairs to her chambers. Utterly exhausted from the travel and incessant stimulation from The Rutherford, she quickly stripped her clothing and collapsed onto her bed. Her body was too tired to trigger the enchanted crystal in her arse any longer, and she fell into a deep and much needed sleep.
The noise of the preparations in the main hall roused her from her rest, and she rose from her bed just as the last ribbons of copper left the darkening sky. Warming the water in her bath, she wondered how long bathing would take with The Rutherford as her guest. Not wanting to keep her two gorgeous dinner escorts waiting, she took a deep breath and calmed herself before sinking into the steaming water.
Utterly pleased with herself for only coming once in the form of a small tremor while in the tub, Harlow shakily lifted herself from the bath and wrapped her silk robe over her shivering body. While making her way to her wardrobe, she noticed a gift upon her bed that she was too exhausted to see earlier. As she opened the delicately wrapped package, she blushed when she discovered someone had left her a few naughty presents. There were two vials of scented oil that smelled of elfroot and arbor blessing, and a small green hued phallic plug with a note attached. Her face flushed as she read the artistically curved script.
‘What is good for the goose is also good for the gander. ‘Tis your turn to command, Inquisitor.
Enjoy,
M.’
Her nipples hardened against her silk robe at the thought of using her new gift on Cullen. She shook her head to quell the indecent thoughts and the heat of desire that threatened to bubble to the surface. She couldn’t have The Rutherford activated again, for fear she might collapse and expire in public from too much stimulation. She needed to get through this dinner, and being that this was her home and her lands, she couldn’t afford to have her people bear witness to her debauchery.
Placing her faintly glowing gift from Morrigan into the nightstand drawer, Harlow continued on to the wardrobe and chose one of her favorite dresses. It was black, almost sheer, floor length with slim long sleeves and her signature deep ‘V’ neckline. After weaving her hair into the most intricate bun she could manage, she pinned her locks at the nape of her neck and adorned her cleavage with a large opal pendant in a simple silver chain. The final touch was sliding her feet into the rose-colored heels that the Prince had gifted her. After a last check in her full-length mirror, Harlow made her way downstairs to meet Cullen and Sebastian.
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She stepped in the hall and her senses were instantly greeted by the lush smell of exotic floral arrangements that were woven into the grooves of her Kirkwall throne, gifted from Hawke. A few apprentice mages had set up a small stage on the dais, and were playing the music of her homeland. It made her feel more at ease and she nodded to them in approval.
Strolling with false composure down the aisle, Harlow welcomed the warmth from the fire sconces that lined the shimmering stone walls. The hall had a seductive air to it and the patrons seemed much more jovial than usual. As she continued to walk, she ran her finger along fabric of fade touched velveteen that lined the the long table, her recent score during her travels. The fabric perfectly set the stage for the tempting buffet of exotic fruits and flowers, carefully arranged in the Inquisition’s sigil. The delicious cuts of meats, cheeses and ales from all over Thedas would easily sate hungriest appetites and ease the most frantic of minds, including hers. She looked over to the shorter table set with named place markers, a smirk played across her flushed face as she noticed it was set for only three people and her favorite spirit of Rivaini bourbon was by her seat, ready to be consumed.
Impatient with her lack of company, Harlow’s eyes searched the grand hall for her handsome escorts. Her stomach fluttered when her gaze found Sebastian among the crowds. He was a tall, striking figure in his luxurious black leather button down waist jacket with extended tails that fell to the backs of his knees. She frowned slightly when she saw it covered that muscular rounded arse of his but upon further inspection, her mouth began to water when she saw he was wearing very tight ivory breeches. They were so snug that if he was hard, one would be able to see every enticing detail of his cock.
Harlow ogled him like a lecher while he was engrossed in conversation with Varric. She continued to watched him intently as he laughed at Varric’s terrible jokes, and her pulse raced at his sexy smile. The laugh lines around his eyes gave him such a regal appearance, she began to wonder what being his queen would actually be like. There were worse fates than waking up to that handsome face every morning, and riding his gift of a cock every night.
Suddenly aware of the heat from The Rutherford, Harlow sought something to quell her nerves. So as to not let on that she was becoming distracted, she strode confidently to the table and helped herself to a glass of the potent bourbon. Taking a sugar cube from one of the bowls, she dropped it into the center of her glass and with the wave of her hand, set the surface of her drink aflame. A few seconds later, she blew out the flame and swallowed the amber liquid deeply.
“You know, it’s impolite to exclude me from the special table, dear cousin.”
She turned around, took another large sip and cocked her hip to the side. “Oh, my lovely Dorian...as you can see-,” she motioned to the three chairs, “this table has limited seating.”
Dorian matched her posture and quipped, “Don’t let my irresistible looks fool you. I’m sure you are quite aware this dashing beauty has brains, darling Trevelyan.” He walked over and snatched the drink out of Harlow’s hand and downed the rest, much to her protest.
He looked around to see if anyone was listening, and lowered his voice, “You’re about to be double stuffed.” His mustache curled up as he smirked, and refilled her glass for himself. “Lucky wench.”
“Dorian Pavus!” Harlow’s voice feigned insult. She grabbed her glass back from his hand and leaned towards him. “I’ll have you know , that the Prince of Starkhaven and Commander of the Inquisition are fine , upstanding gentleman that should be treated with respect…” The look of arrogant disbelief on Dorian’s face made it impossible for her to hold a straight face. “Oh balls, I can’t even lie properly,” she sighed.
Harlow raised her glass and winked. “You are undeniably correct, Master Pavus.” Her voice was brimming with arrogance and Dorian soaked her depravity up.
“If I weren’t a constant presence in your missions, I would say you made a deal with that demon in Suledin Keep for all of this luck—cheers!” Dorian teased.
“Choice spirit!” Harlow corrected him in her best Imshael impersonation. She winked and they clinked their glasses together.
“Looks like the party has started without me.”
Harlow felt heat begin to blossom deep inside her when she heard Cullen’s smooth voice over the idle chatter of the dinner guests. She turned around and stared as he effortlessly strutted down the center aisle. Her breath hitched when she noticed what he was wearing, and of course it was nothing short of breathtaking. His snow white tunic accented his tanned chest to perfection, and her jaw all but dropped when she saw how snug the blood colored leathers hugged every muscled inch of his long legs.
His immaculately styled hair was a little longer than it was before she left for Starkhaven. How did she not notice it earlier? She chalked that oversight up to the distraction of him mauling her in front of all of Skyhold. But she was definitely noticing everything now. His new, longer curls added an air of elegance to him. She liked it, very much.
He is pure sin incarnate, and knows exactly what he’s doing. Fucking sexy tease.
“Maker’s breath, but you’re gorgeous!” Harlow and Dorian both said in unison before turning to each other, smirking at their shared sentiment.
Cullen gave a breathy laugh and ran his hand over his coif, now illuminated with the warm, golden glow of candlelight. His face flushed briefly at the attention, but his caramel eyes were deeply set on Harlow. She could see how dilated his pupils already were as he approached her. He said nothing when he reached her side, but lifted his hand to cup her cheek, leaned in, and ever so gently brushed his lips against hers.
The Rutherford instantly warmed inside of her and she couldn't stifle the soft gasp that left her lips. Visibly pleased with her reaction, his scarred lip turned up in a smirk before moving in to seal his mouth to hers and her world spun off its axis. Harlow nearly dropped her glass as he pressed himself into her, backing her arse into a chair which moved with an unholy screech as wood scraped stone.
After claiming her publicly for a second time within a few hours, Cullen pulled back, but not before he caught Harlow’s bottom lip in his teeth and nipped.
Cullen cleared his throat and cast an annoyed glance Dorian’s way, who seemed unfazed by the glare. “Some advice mage,” Cullen snipped, “paint a portrait, it will most certainly last longer.”
Dorian gave a disinterested glance at Cullen before checking out the templar standing guard. “Oh, don't mind me, just getting some details for Varric. Nothing to concern your curly head with with, Commander.”
“Uh, no, you are not. Your time lingering has concluded here, lecher,” Cullen grit through his teeth, barely above a snarl.
Harlow looked at Dorian and then to her lover. “Well, well... it looks like I’ve missed some tidbits here. What is this about?”
Dorian’s moustache curled with a telling smirk. “I shall inform you all about it over breakfast my dear Inquisitor.”
Cullen slid an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him, “Erm, no. You will not. Go to your assigned seat, mage Pavus.”
Dorian harrumphed, gave a mock nod, and sauntered toward the templar across the hall.
Not a moment later, Sebastian approached Harlow and Cullen, looking affronted. “I think I was just accosted by a mage in fantastic quality leather. Friend of yours, Rutherford? He seems to share your manners.”
Cullen rolled his eyes at the Prince’s jab, and Harlow giggled. “Ahhh yes, that was Dorian,” she admitted, “You’re lucky that’s all he did, he’s also known to bite.”
Harlow was thoroughly amused at Sebastian’s offended reaction, but attempted to console him anyway by drifting over with outstretched arms. She saw him give Cullen a sidelong glare right as he wrapped his long archer’s arms around her waist in tight embrace. She felt a subtle shift of his hips and a very hard erection pressed against her stomach.
Sebastian put his lips to her ear. “I am so hard for you, princess,” he breathed. “I’m going to enjoy our time later on. Feeling you flood my cock while your Commander watches has been on my mind since we arrived.”
Harlow let a lewd, breathy moan escape her lips from the constant stimulation in her arse, and gripped his lapel hard, pulling him towards her. “Soon you shall see who’s really in command here, Prince Vael.”
Sebastian’s brows arched in curiosity and a smirk graced his luscious lips as his hands began to wander over her waist. Behind her, she heard Cullen issue the Prince a warning growl.
Playtime is going to be so much fun.
“Harlow,” Cullen cleared his throat and pulled out a chair, motioning for her to sit. Not wanting the enchantment to work her even harder, she did as she was instructed. Cullen poured himself and Harlow drinks before sitting next to her, and Sebastian took his seat of honor on her right.
“What wonderful cretin manners you have, Rutherford. Yes, I would absolutely love a drink, thanks for asking,” Sebastian sniffed as he pulled his seat closer to Harlow.
“I didn’t ask, and you have two bloody hands, you brat. Pour your own,” Cullen grumbled before taking a large sip of his drink. “This isn’t Starkhaven.”
“That much is obvious,” Sebastian mumbled under his breath as he reached for the wine. “The Inquisitor is much too civilized for an ape of a man like you.” The Prince flashed Harlow a lustful smile. “She’s much better suited to a life in my castle.”
Cullen drew his chair nearer to Harlow as well, and leaned back in his chair. “This animal makes her scream with pleasure every morning, and every afternoon, and every night,” he boasted to Sebastian behind the privacy of Harlow’s back.
Sebastian, too, leaned back. “I do all that, and give it to her twice on Sundays,” he replied, shielded from the other guests by Harlow.
“Maker’s fucking sakes, you two!” Harlow hissed. “Can you both just behave until dinner is over? There will be time for naughtiness and insubordination later.”
“Watch your mouth, Harlow. You know what blasphemy gets you,” Cullen warned. Harlow hung her head slightly and nodded.
Sebastian cocked a brow at Cullen’s statement and looked to Harlow. “Tell me, Inquisitor, what does blasphemy get you?” he asked.
“He spanks me so hard that I am unable to sit for days,” Harlow murmured into her glass before taking another sip, avoiding eye contact with the Prince.
“That you seem to thoroughly enjoy, love. You soaked my hand last time…” He responded low enough for just them to hear.
Sebastian grinned and took a huge swig of his spirit. “Since we are talking about a primate in shiny armor, I’m assuming that’s not all the brute gives you?”
She shook her head and hummed at the delicious bourbon dancing over her tongue and burning beautifully down her throat. “I also receive The Rutherford.”
“Pardon? Is that the jungle equivalent of something? Sounds dirty. Does he at least wash it first?” Sebastian’s question had a hint of amusement, his cornflower eyes narrowing and the corner of his mouth curling into a crooked smile.
Cullen kept his eyes on Harlow and placed a hand over hers interlacing their fingers, “You’re just jealous, Vael. Maybe you need a good cry? Cuddles from the nanny? Want me to commission one for you, too? I’m sure they can make one exactly like the stick up your arse.”
All of the testosterone surrounding Harlow drove her wild and made her smalls dampen. The tingling sensation grew more intense and proceeded to slowly creep up her spine. Harlow closed her eyes and bit back a moan. After a brief moment she exhaled and opened her eyes to find Sebastian’s undivided attention on her. She watched his eyes widen in realization and his mouth slightly part as if he just figured out what The Rutherford was.
Cullen leaned over to her and spoke softly, “You really should eat my love, you’re going to need every ounce of energy.”
Harlow squirmed in her seat and was having a difficult time suppressing her sighs. “Right as always, Commander,” she whimpered.
Sebastian finished drink after drink with great speed, seemingly in denial over the effect Cullen’s voice had on Harlow. She leaned back and watched as the two handsomest men she’d ever met glared at each other in silent competition.
Maker help me if they’re going to be this competitive in the bedroom.
The inner circle had filtered in and approached her table to pay their respects. Harlow thanked the Maker for the distraction of her friends, because Cullen and his unending, hungry stare was causing her body to power The Rutherford higher than she’d anticipated. The immense pleasure was maddening. The intense feeling had spread to every nerve. Her blood felt like it was aflame and she was a hair away from losing it.
Harlow felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Inquisitor,” Leliana said softly, “you look a bit flushed, are you unwell?” The spymaster’s enticing voice and mischievous grin weren’t helping Harlow’s situation at all.
Cullen brushed his calloused fingers on the outer shell of her ear. “Leliana is right, Harlow, you do look a bit flushed.” The rumbling timbre of his voice sent waves of desire throughout her body.
Harlow stood abruptly, for breathing had unexpectedly become incredibly difficult. “I...I’m sorry,” she stammered, “but I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m suddenly very tired. Please excuse me.”
She quickly and awkwardly left the table and the questioning stares of the guests, and made her way across the hall to her chamber door. She was burning up, her vision was blurred, and her pearl throbbed with every agonizing step she took.
Cullen, I am going to get you back for this.
After fumbling with the latch, the heavy door finally opened and Harlow threw herself into the corridor to her room, slamming the door behind her. She tried to take another step, but the sensation between her legs was too powerful, and she fell to her knees.
Stars danced behind her eyes as her body tumbled over the edge. As a loud, high pitched moan ripped from her throat, she came hard on the cold, stone floor. Her tremors were unyielding, and she tried rubbing her pearl for extra relief, but it only made the sensation stronger. She bit down on her lip without care, drawing blood as her essence spilled from between her shaking legs and though her dress. She laid motionless while catching her breath, and after what could have been minutes or hours, she finally mustered up the strength to climb the stairs to her chambers.
“Cullen,” she muttered, “you are so fucking in for it, just you wait.” She laughed aloud as she passed her mirror, shocked and amused at her bedraggled appearance. Spontaneous orgasms on a cold floor did not leave her in pretty condition. Giggling softly to herself, she tamed her wild hair and made her way over to the dresser for a change. She stepped out of her sex-soaked dress, and exchanged it for something that would be sure to stop the men in their tracks.
Now clad in a dark red corset with matching smalls, black Orlesian hosiery, and a matching lace garter belt, Harlow was ready to exact her revenge on Cullen. She would be the one doing the teasing now.
Harlow leaned back on the plush bench at the foot of the bed when she heard the squeaking hinges of her door and two sexy, bickering voices invading the quiet of her space.
“Stop shaking your head, Rutherford, you’ll knock the rocks loose. Just admit that it was me that turned her on so much that she had to leave.”
“Get off your high horse, Vael. You know that it was me and my namesake that drove her wild. You would have seen it clearly if you took your nose out of the air for a moment.”
“You know you can’t give her what I can, Knight-Captain .”
“What’s that? A rash? I certainly hope not, you arrogant bastard. And that’s not my fucking title anymore.”
Cullen was the first to reach the top of the stairs, walking backwards as he antagonized the Prince.
“You’re just jealous that she chose me over your pompous arse.”
Sebastian, who was a few inches taller than Cullen, leaned into him and pointed at his chest.
“Is this why you invited me here, Commander ? To flaunt Harlow in my face? If only you could have seen what was in, and on , her face while she graced my bedchambers… Her screams of pleasure echoed off of my walls, all night, every night. My name and my seed were on her lips, not yours.”
Cullen puffed out his chest and snorted right in Sebastian’s face. His expression turned dark and he leaned in to match the Prince’s smugness with intimidation. “ Watch yourself, Vael,” Cullen growled. “You are in my world now and I could easily have you removed-.”
“How about the two of you shut up and bring those swinging dicks over here,” Harlow snapped, growing impatient at their childish but somewhat entertaining hurling of insults. It was nice having so much attention, and she would relish every moment.
“I would like someone to tend to my situation,” Harlow’s svelte voice carried over their banter and broke through their incessant arguing.
Both men immediately stopped their dick measuring feud and sucked in a breath at her tantalizing display of spread legs, and slender fingers tracing her folds through visibly damp panties.
They hurried to her, side by side, and she waited for just the right moment to execute her plan. The moment they reached the right spot on the floor, her eyes flashed bright pink, and with a flick of her wrist, she halted their movement. Cullen and Sebastian stared at her with incredulous expressions and mouths agape.
“Ohh, you are a sneaky demoness,” Sebastian purred as he narrowed his eyes and smirked.
“Harlow, I hope you know what you’re getting yourself-” Cullen sounded slightly annoyed that he was not in control, but she was quick to cut him off.
“Silence!” she barked, leaning forward on the bench. “I am your Inquisitor and you both are going to obey ,” she hissed. “It looks as if I may have to take matters into my own hands, since yours are busy with your little pissing contest.”
Harlow leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs wide. She bit her bottom lip playfully as she slid her hand inside the thin lace and sought out her pearl. Her eyes fluttered closed as she reveled in the perfect amount of pressure-laced magic she used.
The quickened breathing and the low, rumbling moans from her voyeurs drew her eyes open and fixated on their lustful stares. She pulled her smalls to the side and slid two slim fingers in, moaning softly and licking her lips as her gaze drifted to Cullen.
“You..mmm...shall work together in pleasing me, or neither of you get your release,” she warned, before curling her fingers inside her and hitting just where she needed them to. She cried out and shuddered when she applied more pressure.
“Maker,” both men murmured.
“This could be both of your big cocks inside of me,” she sighed, pulling at the string that held her breasts, freeing them. She trailed her unoccupied hand to a breast and circled a pebbled peak. Softs gasps and sighs escaped her while her other hand met the shallow thrusts of her hips.
She channeled some electricity to help herself along, while the two men helplessly gawked just outside of arm’s reach. She knew they were close enough to smell her essence, and that it would drive them feral, igniting the primal animal in them both. The lewd noises of her wet fingers sliding within her depths added to the lust in the room. The enchantment on The Rutherford increased with her pleasure, and sent a tiny little shockwaves throughout her body.
“Mmm... yes, this feels so amazing...I may not need your cocks after all,” she moaned. Don’t push it Harlow.
Unable to keep quiet any longer, Cullen grit through his teeth, “At least let me see your wet little cunt as you come.”
“Oh, is that what you want?” Without giving him a chance to respond, she turned her attention to Sebastian. “What about you, My Lord?”
“Andraste’s mercy, rid yourself of those confounded smalls and show me everything.” His composure was already breaking.
Harlow slowly withdrew her fingers and licked them clean before rising from the bench. “You’re both lucky that I am feeling charitable in my present state.”
She turned her back to them, slowly slid off her smalls, kneeled on the chaise and looked over her shoulder. She winked at Cullen and, with perfect aim, threw the soaked garment, hitting his chest with a soft pat. His response was to lick his lips and focus on her dripping center. She slid two fingers back inside and curled until high pitched sighs spilled from her lips and her legs began to tremble.
“That’s it, dirty little princess...keep going,” Sebastian encouraged.
“Mmm, fuck!” she came quickly, with her moans muffled by the sheets, hair splayed on the sheets and wetness dripping down her fingers as her legs trembled.
The orgasm was weaker than she anticipated. Feeling disappointed, Harlow huffed after the small tremors subsided. She heard Cullen laugh behind her, that smug little Commander knew she needed their cocks after all. Not feeling in the least bit satisfied, she got up from the end of the bed, and sauntered over to where the two men stood trapped by her magic. She walked on the balls of her feet and circled them like prey. On the second lap, she targeted Cullen and pressed herself into him, her hand instantly went down to paw his very sizable erection through his leathers. He growled in frustration and his hands shook, itching for contact he clearly craved.
“Mmmm, you’re so hard Knight-Captain Cullen...this slutty little apostate could help you with that--affliction.”
At first Cullen was a little taken aback as she hadn’t used that title since Kirkwall. She looked deep into his eyes and the shock of hearing his old title escape her lips dissipated. A silent understanding passed between them and a small smirk tugged at his scarred lip.
“You and Brother Sebastian should go change into your proper attire...what would the Chantry think if you don’t abide by the rules you so strictly enforce?” her dulcet tones were setting the mood just right.
She released her magical hold and pointed to her changing screen by the bed.
“Show this disobedient mage the proper punishment for her transgressions,” she purred as she began to unlace the rest of her binding, the releasing fabric exposing more skin with every tug of the silk laces.
Both men moved with conviction, but Cullen decided to walk ahead of the Prince who kept his normal stride behind the tall fabric divider. They would soon discover uniforms she had hung up for them and she almost squealed gleefully in anticipation.
With the enchanted phallus still nestled inside her she carefully walked to the side of the bed where her traditional Ostwick Circle mage robe hung. She has modified it so that the high front slit barely covered her quim, but she doubted the men would have issue. She quickly pulled it on, then moved to slip her custom Orlesian hosiery. She has those specially embroidered with the same Templar sigil Cullen wore on his bracers.
As expected, between the rustling of fabric and shifting of metal behind the privacy screen, there was also hushed but incessant bickering between her lovers. Harlow couldn’t keep count of how many times “mine’s bigger” was hissed, but the prize was worth her tolerance. Sebastian was the first to emerge from behind the ebony wood and burgundy silk. Gone was the regal Prince of Starkhaven, replaced by the devout Chantry brother who had an endless thirst for matters of the flesh. The want that burned in his piercing blue eyes made her lips part in hunger and The Rutherford pulse even stronger
Fade...I just want to fuck him right now.
The more Harlow stared at Sebastian, the more he took her breath away. She felt like the rebellious apostate she had once been, now many years ago. The black and red robes adorning his perfect body fit him so well that it would have made Andraste herself shiver with want. She wanted to untie the red and gold sash holding the religious garb together and fall to her knees to worship at his temple and receive his carnal blessing.
But her true desire was to have them both. Maker, she knew she was greedy, but she did not care one bit. She thought back to the many lonely nights in Hawke’s mansion, when he was away and she had no one to take care of her needs. She had to make due with her magic and her hands, and often pleasured herself to fantasies of being sandwiched between Brother Vael and Knight-Captain Cullen, surrendering to their will and being marked by their spend until she overflowed. Oh, how she wanted to remain marked until they gave her permission to bathe.
Smirking to herself, she made a mental note to try to get in contact with the Champion. Surely she could convince Cullen to agree to her having all three of them.
A cock for each wet opening .
She hummed to herself, thinking about greedily having them at once. Yes, the trifecta would be complete. She reminded herself to write some letters in the morning.
She gasped quietly as she was plucked out of her fantasy by Sebastian approaching her and stroking her cheek. Instinctively, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. She knew he was up to something, but did not give a shite, his touch was so soothing. His fingers crept through her hair until he was able to thread his hands though and pulled her towards him.
He leaned down and ghosted a kiss to her temple before brushing his lips over her earlobe as he whispered, “I swear on the Golden City, I would give anything to throw you on that bed and seed you repeatedly until you produced my heir.” His grip tightened and pulled her head back further where he murmured against the sensitive spot under her ear, “You know what? When you first walked in my study, my cock stirred just entertaining the thought of you round with my child, still riding my cock because I simply can’t get enough of you.”
Harlow let out a ragged breath and shuddered, his tone held so much conviction the word ‘yes’ almost spilled from her lips without thinking.
“You know I don’t like to share, but I will for you, my dirty princess,” he affirmed.
He sounds like Cullen...Void take me.
If she were to be honest, the thought of bearing a Vael heir had crossed her mind more than once, but she was beyond surprised to hear Sebastian thinking the same. She never expected he would ever consider it, let alone vocalize it. Him speaking of his desire to claim her drove her mad. She tried to speak but all she could muster out was a few broken words. “Maker, Seb... the… mmm. I-”
He slackened his grip at the sound of Cullen’s armor nearing. Save for the missing weapons and the large pauldrons, he embodied an older and more exquisite Knight-Captain...sans lyrium. Cullen closed the distance between them in a few short strides, and stopped shoulder to shoulder with Sebastian.
Shooting a quick glare to Sebastian, he stepped between them before casting his amber gaze upon Harlow. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply the scent of her hair before exhaling with a deep rumbling hum. When he opened his eyes, the heated gaze was replaced by a hardened stare, and a smug lopsided smile crept to the scarred corner of his sexy lips.
Harlow squeezed her legs together, attempting to apply some much needed pressure to her sensitive bud. Finally, after all these years, she was about to have her fantasy become reality. She was about to have Knight-Captain Cullen and Brother Sebastian teach her a lesson.
“Well, well, what do we have here, Brother Sebastian?” Cullen growled with a sneer. “Is this the troublesome mage you spoke of?” The cold, authoritative tone in his voice was reminiscent of the steely Templar he once was, and it made Harlow’s breath hitch.
“Aye. But be wary Knight-Captain, her magic is very potent and she’s been known to have no regard for authority,” Sebastian replied without his eyes ever leaving her. He traced the opening of her robe down to just above her hips and slowly crept back up, stopping between her breasts.
“State your full name, mage,” Cullen spat as he grabbed her arm.
His scent of rosewood and citrus was now mixed with oiled leather and polished steel, and it invaded her senses, sending a surge of want through her body. She wanted to play the role of disobedient mage perfectly, so she channeled young Harlow.
She stayed silent and kept her eyes down at his boots.
“I said state your full name, mage ,” Cullen repeated through clenched teeth.
Harlow flinched slightly at a flash of metal from the corner of her eye, and she gasped at a cold gauntlet forcefully grabbing her face. She had nowhere to look but up at his chiseled face, peppered with thick stubble. Her whimper didn’t go unnoticed.
Cullen sneered smugly at her reaction and leaned in so close, she could feel his breath as her own. Sebastian circled behind her, and her attention was now pulled in two directions. Her skin began to tingle when she felt Sebastian’s large hands slip under her robe, squeezing her bare arse. The bare arse with the enchantment working her whole body into a constant state of arousal.
“Such disobedience from this one,” Sebastian murmured in her ear.
“Answer me!” Cullen tightened his grip around her cheeks.
“Ha-Harlow Trevelyan, Ser Cullen,” she squeaked out.
Cullen let go of her face, only to reach in her robe and seek out one of her breasts. She hissed when cold steel met her nipple, and again whimpered when the cold metal fingertip tracing the now stiffened peak clamped down around tender flesh. She almost drew blood when she bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape her lips from the pleasurable pain of Cullen’s hand.
“You shall not use my given name with that dirty mage mouth of yours. I am Knight-Captain. Know your place when you are in the presence of your betters. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes. Knight. Captain.” She looked into his eyes, drawing out every word defiantly.
Cullen continued, “Brother Sebastian informed me that you have been habitually late to your daily duties and prayer services. But the harshest offence was when you missed service altogether.”
“I heard it was because you were too busy sucking cock in the confessional.” Sebastian accused from behind her. She felt him lift her hair to his nose, and he inhaled deeply. “You even smell like temptation.”
Cullen moved his hand to pinch at her other tender nipple. “Is this true? You like to pray with something hard in your mouth?”
Harlow cried out at this pressure on her nipple and nodded while she attempted to turn her head and look away, “Yes! Ah! Yes, I do, Knight Captain...”
Sebastian ran his hands down her arms and gifted her arse a very hard poke from his cock. “Luckily, the Templar and I know how to save you from eternal damnation.”
He grabbed her hip with one hand and his other reached to the front of her exposed skin, dragging his calloused fingers down to stop right above her apex. He was so close to her bundle of nerves, her hips automatically shifted forward for more. When she felt his lips hover above her earlobe, she mewled anticipation.
“You have shamed yourself in the eyes of the Maker, and for this you must repent,” Sebastian chastised.
Sebastian moved the hand on her hip up to her chest and ripped her robes open. He caressed her other breast while continuing past her mound to seek out her want.
Cullen released her thoroughly teased nipple to supervise Sebastian's ministrations. He crouched down and inhaled her sex deeply. “Not only can I see how positively drenched you are, but I can smell the magic in that shameful cunt of yours.”
“Sers, please,” she begged, leaning back into the crook of Sebastian’s shoulder and rocked with the thick digit shallowly entering her.
“Taste your sin,” Sebastian rasped in her ear before shoving his finger in her mouth.
She sucked on it while staring straight at Cullen, who had risen to his full height and was rubbing himself through the pleated skirts of his armor. Sebastian abruptly pulled his finger from her mouth and pulled her robe off to her elbows and tightened it behind her back. Sporting one of the most devious smirks she’d ever seen on his gorgeous face, he circled around her to stand beside Cullen.
Now bound and confronted by her captors, Harlow met Cullen’s steely gaze. She licked her lips before curling them into a defiant sneer. “What shall be my punishment?”
Cullen placed his large hands on her shoulders and forced her to her knees. “My cock will cleanse that mouth of yours. And when I’m done, Brother Sebastian will guide you closer to the Maker with his.”
Harlow nodded in acknowledgement, fighting the smile that threatened to form from her eager lips. “Thank you Knight Captain, Brother Sebastian. I need your guidance, for I have lost my way on the Maker’s path.”
“Silence!” Sebastian ordered. “You will obey and pay penance for your blasphemy.”
She was about to respond when the rustling of fabric drew her attention to Cullen, who had made quick work to reveal his magnificent cock from behind his Templar skirts.
The Knight-Captain removed his heavy gauntlets and tossed them to the floor, and in one fluid motion, guided his cock to her closed lips. It took all of her willpower not to lick the deliciously tempting beads of pre-come that gathered at the darkened head while she awaited further instruction.
“Well? Show me how you pray, slut.”
Harlow only opened half way when an impatient Cullen grabbed her chin and let out a patronizing chuckle, “Wider, apostate.”
She obeyed, opening her mouth wide for his cock. Sebastian took it upon himself to guide her head forward until her lips reached at least half way down Cullen’s shaft. Cullen hissed when her teeth grazed his sensitive flesh. His eyes snapped over to glare at Sebastian who looked supremely pleased with himself.
“She can manage sucking my glorious cock on her own Brother Sebastian,” Cullen stated pompously. His eyes fell back to Harlow. “Resume, mage.”
Locking her gaze onto his, she began sucking with a quick pace, bobbing her head and teasing the underside of his manhood with her tongue while she attempted to free her still confined arms. Cullen took over, grabbing her head with both hands, correcting her to the slow pace he wanted.
“That’s it little one, keep your eyes on me. Maker’s breath, oh yes, nice and slow...savor your redemption.”
His mesmerizing stare and the wanting eyes that burned into her soul started to close as she hollowed her cheeks around cock. Wonderful, throaty sighs escaped him when she created the most perfect suction to please her Ferelden lion. The controlled roll of his hips encouraged her to go deeper until her lips met dusky coarse hair. As his pace began to quicken, he only afforded her shallow breaths. Harlow didn’t mind. She breathed through her nose while her face continued to be fucked. nite
Just like you taught me.
He continued with an almost hoarse command, “Get it wetter...and sloppier for me. Yes, that’s it, apostate.”
Her eyes slipped closed at Cullen’s praises and the soft groans from Sebastian unleashed her desire. He was stroking himself while he awaited his turn. Harlow finally slipped an arm from its binding, and reached up to fondle his Sebastian’s heavy sack. But as her fingers ghosted over his sensitive flesh, Cullen’s bruisingly strong grip pulled her hand away.
“Stop. Remove your mouth from me,” Cullen growled.
She obeyed reluctantly, slowly sliding her lips across his manhood, and pouting once his cock sprang free.
Cullen shook his head at her. “Trying to make me come so quickly? I don’t think so.”
He began to unbuckle his armor and pointed towards the bed. “All fours on the bed and begin your service with Brother Sebastian. I know you’re used to that position.”
Harlow wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slowly rose, “As you command, Knight. Captain.”
She gave a mock curtsy and sauntered towards the bed, with Sebastian following closely behind. She assumed the demanded position on the soft mattress, and still wearing his chantry robes, Sebastian parted the center pleats and revealed his endowment. Standing before her, he impatiently slapped his hardness against her makeup stained cheek as she adjusted to his height.
“Forgive me, Brother, for I have sinned,” her voice was hoarse and he seemed pleased with his effect on her.
Sebastian placed a hand atop of her head as if to bless her. "Your sins give life to faith, for without sin, there can be no redemption."
"Oh, Brother Sebastian, what is to be my penance? I've been so very wicked.” Harlow licked her lips and and Sebastian’s hand trailed down the side of her face to cup her chin..
She parted her lips and just as quickly his cock found its way into her mouth.
“Glory be to the Maker,” he hissed when she engulfed him and teased with light scrapes of her teeth.
He allowed Harlow to suck him at her leisure, using her hands, lips and her talented tongue. But when she took him wholly, his control completely dissipated. He held her head still while he took over, driving himself in and and out, over and over, forcing saliva to drip down her chin. He gave a dark laugh under his breath as he pinched her nose. Deprived of breath once more, her mind drifted away as her body began to seek air while Sebastian continued with his blessing. The Rutherford began to thrum wildly in her ass and she loved it.
“Look upon our work, O Maker, and rejoice,” he muttered as their eyes connected and she gave a soft moan around his shaft.
As Harlow felt her vision fade, she also sensed movement behind her. Sebastian finally allowed her to pull away and she gasped for air while Cullen moved closer to her body. His warm hands traveled up the expanse of her back and around her chest grab overflowing handfuls of her breasts.
With these two large, muscular men looming over her, Harlow had never felt so small. Now she knew what it was like to be the cornered mouse. Cullen and Sebastian dwarfed her petite frame, and the sheer heat their beautiful bodies gave off was unbelievable. It was comforting as much as it was extremely arousing.
Cullen placed small kisses up the column of her neck. His hot breath and smooth lips made her shiver and arch her back, lifting her arse to his hips.
“Do you think you deserve to be free of my punishment tool, you blasphemous apostate?” Cullen spoke lowly.
Harlow pressed her arse against his hard cock at the vibration of his voice against her skin. She released Sebastian’s hardness from her mouth and gasped for breath. “Please, ser,” she begged with a whimper, “...please.”
She glanced back to look at his handsome face. His hair had grown curlier, sweat glistened on his skin and he gave her a dangerous smirk that could rival a desire demon’s. He traced a line from her dripping center to The Rutherford dragging wetness to its purchase, right before he leaned in and spat onto her tight muscle. The enchantment pulsed and she answered it’s call with a low whines and soft whimpers while gripping Sebastian's hips and placing soft kisses to his beautiful, tanned skin. The Prince stroked her head affectionately before he nudged her with his cock to continue.
“Back to worship service, Harlow.”
She wrapped her lips around and suckled lightly tip before using the flat of her tongue to trace the long shaft. Her eyes rolled back when she felt pressure of the enhancement leaving her. She moaned so loud around Sebastian’s length that he threw his head back and praised Andraste while his body shuddered.
Cullen slowly twisted and pulled at his treasured phallus. The moment she felt the widest part of the phallus stretch her hole, he sheathed his cock simultaneously inside of her wet heat. She bucked back and gagged on Sebastian’s length before pulling away with a loud scream.
“Maker yes, please Ser...please fuck me hard!! Please...” Harlow was so starved for Cullen’s cock all she could do is writhe and moan against him like a possessed woman.
The dual stimulation of relief and pleasure almost unraveled her into another orgasm.
I’m not going to last if this keeps up.
Harlow felt Cullen’s forehead press in between her shoulder blades, as he curled into her while slowly sinking himself deeper inch by delicious inch.
His gruff, animalistic growls were muffled against her skin like a dark hypnotic melody to her ears. “Most Holy, so...tight, you serve this Templar well.”
Fingers dented her skin as his grip tightened on her hips, pulling his length out to the tip and sliding in hard. He used his weight in the force of his thrusts, each harder and faster than the last. And each time his sack slapped against her clit, she wantonly pleaded for him to go deeper. They were each other's addiction, and the urge to indulge was never ending.
Sebastian pulled her attention back to him, “Finish your prayers.”
He took his cock in hand, using his thumb to spread the glistening liquid around his tip. She watched him with great hunger, while Cullen continued to pound her from behind. She craned her head forward to accept his manhood once more, needing to fill her mouth with his sweet blessings.
In between Cullen’s loud praises and Sebastian’s gravelly moans, Harlow felt such such raw and intense feelings. Here were the two men she cared for, setting aside their rivalry to give in to her deep, dark desires and allowing her to man the helm of this ship of sin.
Cullen’s force of thrusts aided her in taking Sebastian’s cock even deeper. His hands were back in her hair and his grip began to tighten. She knew he was close, and a tingle of excitement traveled down her spine to her cunt. Before she knew it Sebastian’s hips began to buck and stutter. Her moans tore though her throat and could go no where but vibrate on his cock and with a few more pumps she felt him pulse in her mouth. He uttered a prayer as his face began to contort with pure ecstasy.
“At the foot of my throne, I shall anoint you, most favored of my disciples,” he growled and came with a roar.
His hips jerked sharply, hitting her gag reflex, but Harlow remained unphased while she greedily swallowed spurt after spurt of his hot and sticky come.
While Sebastian continued to coat her throat with his spend, Cullen began to pound into her so hard that she felt his hipbones jut into her ass with every thrust.
“Fuck, you’re such a wet, dirty little mage...you love this? Don’t. You?”
She swallowed the last of Sebastian’s seed. “Yes Knigh-mmm-Captain!!!” she gasped as she dragged her lips over Sebastian’s still hard cock.
“That’s what I thought, whore. Look at how much you drip while I’m inside of you. When I come, Brother Sebastian will take over while you work to make me hard again.”
The ferocity of his thrusts let his length delve far into her depths. Harlow screamed his name like her own personal prayer as he pressed against her womb when he grinded himself even deeper. His controlled breathing turned to panting and his pace soon became erratic. Without warning the thrusting slowed and he held himself within her. With a loud, husky moan and stutter of his hips and he released himself deep inside of her tight channel as his body tensed and shook. Hot jets of come now coated her ever tensing walls, overwhelming her senses and she began to tighten around him.
Cullen was quick to warn her, “You are not to come until we both spill inside of you!” he breathed. “Understood?” Harlow nodded her compliance.
She did not want to disappoint her Chantry men. But the mere thought of them both spilling inside her at the same time sent jolts of desire through her core. Harlow’s head spun from a sudden rush of mana and the magic found an outlet though her hands. They began to glow and crackle against plush sheets resulting in Cullen halting his movement.
“No magic!” Cullen reprimanded, but his order went unheeded. She was reveling in the exquisite pleasures of her fantasy. She was a disobedient apostate, after all.
“No. Magic!” Cullen barked, this time he responded with an outstretched arm and effectively silenced her with a motion of his hand.
Harlow gasped as she felt the mana leach from her body and the air leave her lungs. Her vision blurred and felt herself grow faint. She was barely aware of Cullen’s cock leaving her core.
You play your part well, Ser Cullen.
As she began to lose her balance she was quickly scooped up and held around her chest by a pair of strong arms.
As she regained her bearings, her hazy vision focused on the handsome face peering down at her.
“Are you alright, my princess?” A delectable native Starkhaven accent brought her focus back .
The quick break in character gave her a warm rush of emotion. His affectionate nature would always shine through, even when he played her game. She looked into his eyes and gave a quick nod. He pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue inside briefly until she whimpered, and in that instant, he was back to Brother Sebastian.
Cullen now sat at the foot of the bed, and watched Harlow with concern. She shot him her best smile and looked deep into his honey eyes, assuring him that she was alright. He smiled and gave her a small nod as Sebastian rolled her onto her side and settled in behind her, pulling her flush against his sweat slicked chest. She soon felt his hardness slip through the gap in her thighs and rut against her sopping entrance. Cullen’s silencing actually increased her desire and she was more than ready to be fucked by her two eager men.
Cullen walked over to the table and poured himself some wine while it was Sebastian’s turn. While she watched the shadows of light dance across his muscular body while he strut, she could still feel his warm seed trickle from her while Sebastian lined himself up to her entrance.
“Time to continue your path to absolution, mage Harlow, ” Sebastian grunted in her ear as he pushed his length into her with one swift thrust.
“Yes, Brother Sebastian. Please show me the path to redemption with your big dick,” Harlow whined and gasped as he punctuated his thrusts.
He draped his arm across her chest tightly and the other lifted her leg, hooking his arm at the back of her knee, “For Andraste to be inside you, that is redemption - but for I to be in you - that is true sanctification. This tight cunt is now hallowed ground.” His deep pious voice made her body temperature rise and her walls tighten on his cock.
“Haaarder, yes, just like that!” she begged while she rocked her hips in time with him. Fuck, he was so long it was going to make her feel utterly raw.
“Silence! Like I needed you to be when we fucked in my dormitory. Ohh, you were a loud one...yes, the noises you made as I covered your mouth. How you begged for more with your eyes when I pounded your soaking wet pussy in the house of the Maker. This time your templar keeper shall watch.” Sebastian’s accent was so thick and filthy Harlow’s slick was drenching the spot on the bed below her as he continued.
“Let’s see how quiet you can keep me, Brother Sebastian,” she closed her eyes and moaned.
“This is a task that you will ultimately fail,” Cullen chimed in with a chuckle.
Sebastian’s arm shifted up and placed his hand over her mouth tightly. He snapped into her like a madman, biting and suckling at her neck.
His cock felt so good, rubbing her spot while the stretch of her sheath tried to hold him in. She forgot about his rule of silence and began to cry out loudly against his large hand. He thrusted over and over, her muffled noises increasing in pitch until she tightened on him and he stopped.
“Shhh little one, you are to be quiet like a good little apostate. Take that cock in silence or you don’t get to come.”
Cullen sat by her face and stroking himself. He brushed the matted hair from her cheek and she looked up at him ready for more.
“Make me hard again.”
Thank the Maker for Templar stamina.
She reached for his semi hard cock and lapped at him like a cat. She was his little kitten after all. He quickly hardened from her teasing and he took himself in hand.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She quickly complied and he shifted his position to to drag his length slowly across her waiting tongue from balls to tip.
“Fuck,” Cullen hissed as he closed his eyes and raked his teeth across his bottom lip.
“Brother Sebastian, I think it’s time to show her the final act of redemption.”
Sebastian slowed and licked the sweat that trickled down her jaw. “Mmmm, yes, I agree, Ser Cullen. She shall be fucked so hard that the heavens will hear her cries, and the Maker shall turn his gaze upon her while concentrated by the maker’s servant.”
As Cullen laid on his back he pulled her down with him, one of his hands slid to her ass and the other nestled deep in her long black hair. He stared intensely into her eyes before claiming her mouth in a firm kiss, moaning when her tongue darted out to play with his.
While Cullen continued to kiss her deeply, she felt the deep rumble of Sebastian’s voice against her thigh. She teased him with the sway of her inviting arse and he returned the favor by sticking two thick fingers in her moist depths his tongue busying itself by licking at her tight pink ring of muscle.
She heard Sebastian pop open one of the vials of slick oil, but was too wrapped up in the way Cullen was kissing her and rutting his hardness against her center. Desperate to be fucked again, when Sebastian removed his fingers from her wetness, Harlow went reached behind her to align Cullen’s cock to her entrance. But Cullen’s reflexes were quicker. He tutted at her and wrenched her arm behind her back.
“You don’t get to take what you want, mage,” he warned. “I decide when to give it to you.” He reached below her mound and aligned himself with her wet heat, and while pressing his forehead to hers, slowly entered her.
Harlow whimpered while he slowly inched in, her free hand scrambled to make purchase in his long curled locks. “Yes, oh yes - thank you, Ser.”
“Maker you are even tighter now...and still so wet for me. Even your body knows who it’s master is,” he breathed, and licked her bottom lip.
“I love to hear the noises only I can coax out of that dirty mouth of yours. Those little whines makes me want to slam into your cunt so hard that you lose your Maker forsaken voice….but tonight is special. Tonight, we are going to plow you until you are overflowing with our pent up desires.” The words spilling from Cullen’s lips were nearly enough on their own to send her over the edge.
Sebastian slicked up her arse and nudged the her muscle with his cock’s smooth head. “Now you shall be filled with Andraste’s forgiveness”
Sebastian crouched down and rooted himself in between Cullen’s spread legs to grip Harlow hips. He slowly breached her with the tip, and the rumble from deep within his chest tore from his throat and rivaled her loud ragged moans and Cullen’s deep sighs. She felt like she was being split in half with two of the biggest cocks in Thedas inside of her eager holes.
Cullen was the first to move, and began to pump into her at a steady pace as he and Sebastian tested what made her moan the most. The rhythm of Cullen thrusting slightly faster than Sebastian made Harlow keen and plead for more.
“You love this don’t you? Two hard rods just for the spoiled little princess?” Sebastian growled in her ear as he lifted her torso from atop Cullen and pulled her back against his chest. He held her in place while she swiveled her hips, fully taking his and Cullen’s monstrous cocks.
He buried his face in her hair and moaned loudly against her neck, while he grabbed her swaying breasts and pinched her stiffened peaks. He wrapped his muscular arm around her middle, holding her hips still with his strong hand. Once she settled, he moved in and out of her arse with slow, deep thrusts.
“Yes, I-I love it so much. Please more Brother Sebastian...wreck my tight little ass!!” Harlow writhed against him.
“Fucking Maker...that’s right, take it all - yes. Yes! That’s a good mage,” Cullen praised.
They soon were lost in one another. Three bodies moved together but she was the main focus. They timed their thrusts perfectly. The Prince and the Commander, two powerful men working towards one goal. To strengthen their alliance by Harlow’s pleasure. Her moans were constant in Sebastian's tight embrace, feeling his heartbeat against her back, his heavy breaths every time his pushed his cock inside her, the way he inhaled the scent of her hair and murmured his hushed praises of how her arse felt around his length.
“Look at me,” Cullen’s husky voice brought her attention back to him.
She slowly opened her eyes and met his burning gaze when he changed his angle of penetration, hitting just where she needed. He knew her body like the map of Thedas.
Harlow lost all comprehension and the words just tumbled from her mouth, “I'm your little whore, Knight-Captain,” she mewled. “Use me, spend in me again...I want to see it drip from between my legs when you’re done!”
“Not before you drench drench my cock with your essence and let me taste it from your mouth.” Cullen moved a hand from her waist to her hyper sensitive bundle of nerves, giving it expert attention that made her hips jerk and her magic crackle in the air.
Sebastian angled her forward and slid his hand from her breast up to her neck and squeezed her narrow throat. She tensed at the strength of his grip when it began to stoke the fire inside of her. She was going to come very soon and he knew it.
“I will get you closer to the Maker, then you will be be given permission to come.” The timbre of his voice did wonderful things to her. The thrusts, the sounds of slickness, the warmth and the air leaving her lungs was all too much. She was at the edge and was about to fall head first. As she felt the her world around her grow dim and muted, she faintly heard Sebastian moaning in her ear.
Her hips began to stutter and her body convulsed beyond her control. She threw her arms up over her head and around Sebastian’s neck, lighting the ceiling above them a vibrant emerald green as she began to shatter between her two lovers. She didn’t need to speak, her actions were enough.
Harlow was being consumed by magical ecstasy. Sebastian’s fingers sought her pearl to coax her drenching orgasm they loved so much, and she cried out loudly as the pressure of Sebastian in her arse pressed on the other side of the wall where Cullen was filling her.
Losing her strength, she fell into Cullen’s waiting arms and he quickly wrapped them around her. He whispered, “All of this is for you...come apart my love.”
Before she could respond, he captured her mouth in a kiss that would melt the ice-capped mountains.
One more simultaneous thrust and a rush of her essence came gushing out in waves. Sebastian flicked her nub harder and she released all over Cullen’s hips and stomach. Sebastian was unrelenting as she shook, and she pulled away from Cullen’s lips to scream into the crook of his neck.
“Andraste preserve me, yes, let it all out! Milk my cock so I can seed you so deep that you will bear my child,” Cullen rasped, his body trembling before his eruption.
Sebastian snaked his other hand in between them shifting her ships back, he made room to slap her clit while he worked her even deeper.
“You can do better than that... Maker, Harlow - I’m close. Do you want me to come in your ass?”
“Yes! Void take me, please! Both of you fucking come or I will lose my fucking mind!” Harlow managed in between broken sobs.
Much to the men’s pleasure, she released more of her sweet liquid as electricity rolled off her body. Cullen cupped her face, the look in his eyes showed her how hard he was going to come. He moaned her name and roared as he came with force.
Sebastian came a moment later, and pressing himself against Harlow’s back, he sank his teeth into her shoulder and his melodic moaning was music to Harlow’s ears. Cullen kissed her deeply, rocking his hips as he flooded her until he finally softened.
Both men took turns easing their way out of her. Sebastian bent down to lap at her stomach, slicked with sweat and her essence.
“I had to taste your sweetness one more time, temptress,” he purred.
Cullen propped a pillow behind her and shot her a smirk before he lowered himself to lap at her source. She loved that he always had to taste her after filling her to the brim with his seed. It felt so dirty and fueled her ever burning lust for him.
“I always savor my dessert,” he murmured against her glistening folds. After that performance, her core was hyper-sensitive, and she nearly kneed Cullen in the head as he slid his tongue along her slit and over her pearl.
To muffle her squeals, Sebastian claimed her mouth and kissed her deeply while his fingertips ghosted along her flesh to her breasts. Her body trembled and she felt like she were going to explode. The men got the hint when lightning erupted from her palms again.
Cullen ceased his ministrations and rose from between her twitching legs, chuckling at her situation. Harlow propped herself up further onto the pillows, and draped an arm over each of her lovers.
“Something tells me that this wasn’t your first double-team rodeo,” she sighed. “That was just way too good for you two to never have worked together before.”
Cullen’s face turned fifty shades of crimson, and Sebastian looked away and cleared his throat.
“So, how about them Chargers? I hear they’re a great addition to the ranks,” the Prince muttered.
“Nice try,” Harlow snorted. “All right, all right, I don’t need to know.” A devilish smile spread over her face as an earlier thought came back to her. Glancing at both Cullen and Sebastian, she asked, “So, have either of you heard from Hawke lately? We really should extend an invitation for his alliance with the Inquisition.”