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The sun beamed down through the windows onto Harlow as she gingerly walked down the drafty stone hallway in Skyhold. Stumbling alongside her was her best friend and main accomplice in mischief, Dorian. Despite her daily sins, she managed to thank the Maker for suddenly planting him in her life. She had her arm interlocked in his, as was their morning ritual of walking the grounds deep in conversation, but today their pace was slower and unsteady. As they made their way to the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked treats was wafting in the hallway. She knew her special breakfast waiting for her. They entered large, warm room to find a waiting tray of the special hangover scones the baker was accustomed to preparing after a night of partying at the Herald’s Rest.
As they took their breakfast to the hall, her stride lacked the usual seductive sway that her hips commanded, drawing attention wherever she went- her helpful advantage at times. As for Dorian, he was taking short, uneven steps as opposed to his constant strutting. Her energy was low due to the negligence of Cullen’s advice of taking his recovery potion before bed. She faintly remembering that she refused him, due to it smelling like a nug’s ass. Flames, I should've listened to him .
She squinted at the sunlight filtering in and muttered under her breath, as if the the fiery ball in the broken sky was to blame for her current state , all the while attempting to keep up with Dorian’s recounting of events that he somehow managed to remember from last night. I should have learned healing magic.
Reaching the main hall, they stopped to devour the freshly made Felandaris scones prepared by her personal baker; a sweet, but potent treat that would ease their symptoms. Harlow’s head was still pounding and her voice a bit frayed from partying with Cullen and many others last night at the Herald’s Rest. She recounted in her mind what a raucous night it really was.
Everyone was happy, forgetting their woes for the night by imbibing, eating and dancing, but she knew one thing: she would never drink Iron Bull’s Chargers brew ever again. She woke up in her chambers dazed, nude and to a full bed. Behind her was a slumbering Morrigan nestled up to her back, limbs draped over her in a tight embrace, and Harlow lay in the same position around Cullen. We’ll never live that down.
“Maker, take me from this unnecessarily early meeting,” Harlow bemoaned with a mouthful of scone. She looked to her confidant with big, innocent eyes, “Dorriannnn?”
He wrinkled his nose at her high pitched whine, and cocked a brow—he knew where this was going. “I’ll forgive you this time for interrupting my story Harlow…especially when I have such juicy details about your exploits of last night. You were the filling in a delicious templar-apostate sandwich.” He playfully nudged her as she tried to keep an innocent demeanor.
Harlow clicked her teeth at him, “Hush it, mage.”
Dorian’s laugh echoed in the hall, “I love you too, Harlow. Also I’m just surprised it was the commander’s idea to begin with. Oh yes, I hear everything .”
She her face flushed but ignored his commentary for the time being and proceeded to butter him up, “My smart, handsome, clever necromancer…could you grace your alluring posterior to the meeting in my stead? You can ogle Cullen and take notes, I need to fucking nap for an eternity.”
He too, looked exhausted but it didn’t hinder him from formulating a witty response, “Maker woman, I would only go if I could sit on the commander’s lap like a kitten while he stroked my fur.”
It was Harlow’s turn to laugh wildly. “Sorry Ser Pavus, I'm afraid the role of kitten has been filled,” she said with a wink.
“What is this Void forsaken meeting for anyway?” he asked while brushing crumbs out of his mustache.
Harlow shrugged and stuffed the last chunk of scone in her mouth. “It was marked urgent…all I know is Andraste herself better be there for it for be so Blighted early.”
After finally coming to terms that she couldn't get out of the war council meeting, they finished swapping war stories and parted ways. She sulked and grumbled for a few moments before finally willing herself from the comfy padded chair. She shuffled her feet down the hallway like a child facing a punishment and reluctantly entered the war room.
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"Good morning Inquisitor," Leliana greeted Harlow warmly upon her entrance.
She smiled widely at her second most trusted best friend. “I would have been better if it was afternoon, but yes, good morning, Leliana.”
Looking around puzzledly, she noticed that Josephine was the only other person in the room, who for some reason looked unusually excited, even for her.
"Inquisitor!" Josephine chirped.
Harlow nodded and flashed a crooked grin, “Ello miss Josie, glad to see Blackwall let you go long enough for this meeting.”
Josephine turned bright red even for her complexion and cleared her throat and her voice pitched, “Harlow Trevelyan! I know not what you speak of, we were just talking last night.”
Feeling pleased with herself, she finally addressed her concern for missing advisors, “I see Cul- Commander Rutherford hasn't come down yet? Also Cassandra never misses a briefing, what's going on?”
She was still trying to keep her relationship with Cullen private for the time being knowing that the commander had enough to worry about. The Inquisition’s reputation was already tarnished and they did not want to contribute further. Even though after last night’s drunken display in the back of the tavern, that may have pulled the cover off of that. Bollocks .
"The Commander and Seeker Cassandra are being briefed separately in the undercroft with the royal ambassadors of Starkhaven…the things I need to brief you on are of more sensitive nature, Inquisitor.” Leliana spoke with an inflection of urgency that made Harlow worry.
Harlow gasped as what she said hit her. She was feeling faint and her hands clammy. Why would Starkhaven have any interest in her? The spymaster walked over to her, tucked some of Harlow’s unruly bangs behind her ear and touched her face, not caring for formalities. She continued, “Especially since Cullen tends to keep very close watch over you and the things I have to share with you are a bit scandalous, even for you.” Leliana’s lips curved into a crooked smile.
Aside from Dorian, Leliana was the only one that knew Cullen and her were an item.
“But why should they meeting be split up just for a letter that might ruffle Cullen’s feathers Leli? Please just tell me.” The exhaustion was still lingering in her voice.
"We received a raven a few days ago and we must treat this with as much discretion as possible. We didn’t want Cullen finding the letter first and tossing it into the fire like your marriage proposals a few weeks back."
Harlow shifted uncomfortably at the her comrade’s words. She swore to herself so many years ago that she would not be romantically involved with anyone after being betrayed by a lover and almost sent back to the circle. Bus she broke her vow as soon as Cullen kissed her back at Haven. The way his musk invaded her senses, his soft lips over hers, the tender way he ran his hands down her back, cradling her tightly as if she would vanish into thin air, it all weakened her. In that instant she felt his fears, struggle and desires and she wanted him. All of him.
She felt weak willed for succumbing so quickly, but there was just something about the former knight captain that ignited feelings that were not there when she saw him in Kirkwall. She grabbed the glass decanter of water from table and took a few large swigs. Leliana’s voice soon pulled her from her inner turmoil.
"And just who is this important message from? You would think this person is damn royalty with all the secrecy." Harlow inquired sarcastically. “Out with it Leli...”
“Well you aren't wrong. It’s the Prince and soon to be King…of Starkhaven!" Josephine blurted out, she was all too eager to answer her question.
Harlow opened her mouth and but no sound came out. She could not speak. It couldn't be Sebastian right? She will always hate how she and Sebastian ended things. They too had kept their trysts secret back then. If he was caught with an apostate, it would have had him kicked out of the Chantry and his family name shamed. Their affair was short lived after she had to go into hiding, but the memories never faded. Harlow often wondered if Sebastian knew she was now the leader of the Inquisition and this morning her question had been answered. Curses , I need a drink already .
She exhaled loudly and finally made eye contact with the ambassador, "But, I thought the entire Vael family was…” He actually went back…he listened.
Josephine cleared her throat and read from the parchment:
“ Honored Inquisitor Trevelyan,
It is widely known that the Inquisition is seeking allies in the unified quest to defeat Corypheus. As ruler of Starkhaven, I am willing to pledge my lands and my people as such. I formally invite Your Grace to Starkhaven to personally discuss the terms of an alliance. My messengers will be arriving in Skyhold shortly behind this letter, and will be able to provide more detail. I am greatly looking forward to honoring you as a guest at my palace.
With Andraste's Grace,
Prince Sebastian Vael ”
“He knows the status of the Inquisition is grim and in need of more military and coin. But I did meet with the ambassadors this morning and it is very evident that Sebastian wants something specific,” Josephine whispered as if hoping no others would hear.
“And that's where you come in Harlow,” Leliana added, finally jumping back in the conversation.
“To the public it is a potential strategic partnership to the Inquisition, which will give us access to his powerful military and seemingly unlimited funding. But in private, it will be somewhat of a very needed…reunion.” Leliana was stone faced but the inflections in her voice left Harlow blushing, “He requests to bed you on his terms.”
Her feelings started to resurface and she felt a deep heat pooling in her belly from the memories that started to surface in the forefront in her mind.
Flashbacks of when they used to spend many passionate nights in secret during his Chantry days began dancing behind her eyes. Tucked away in a dark corner, she on her knees, mouthful of his manhood as he recited Canticle of Threnodies in broken whispers :
“From the Fade I crafted you,” Sebastian’s voice faltered and breath hitched.
“And to the Fade you shall return,” he growled , sharply pulling at her hair.
“Each night in dreams,” his breath so ragged , his words came out stuttered.
“That you may always remember…ME—” A mixture of a broken moans and grunts spilled from his throat, echoing to the high ceiling as he spoke the last of the passage.
He came hard as he held Harlow to the hilt, the feeling of his thick curls brushing against her lips was delectable. She could do nothing but moan and swallow around his cock, as he panted loudly with his eyes peering down at her as he fucked her face and coated her throat with his seed.
Harlow shivered at the memory, the ghosts of those sensations making her crave him once more. They were careful then, no one could know or it would have destroyed his chaste façade. Now, it was still their secret. No one knew- save for Leliana, one of her few friends she still had from her past. She knew it all.
Leliana shot her a knowing look.
"And he just wants me ?”
Leliana nodded. “I will accompany you, no one else.” She put her hands in Harlow’s and looked in her eyes. “His ambassadors also conveyed that he is truly remorseful for losing touch after Kirkwall. He misses you, but is well aware you may be spoken for given how long it’s been.”
“It would be wise to have you discuss the terms of the alliance with the commander. I have seen the way he covets you, Harlow. He is fiercely protective of his mate and if anyone can soothe the savage Ferelden lion, it's you. The Inquisition would benefit greatly,” Josephine added.
Harlow's mind raced, and she struggled to keep her composure. Of all the meetings in the war room, she was not expecting the one that involved him. How the fuck am I going to tell Cullen?! The Fade was easier to deal with.
“You know about Cullen and I, Josie?”
The petite Antivan nods, “I do Harlow, but I am sworn to secrecy,” she glanced over at Leliana and continued “Maybe if it doesn't work out with the commander, you'll be a Queen after all this is over!”
“Andraste’s tits Josie, don't say such things!!” Harlow replied in a shrill tone. “I lo— care deeply for Cullen…the commander and I have much to discuss and value each other very much. But he will have to understand that the needs of the Inquisition are paramount. Our reputation around Thedas is far from desirable…”
She trailed off and thought of all the potential things that could happen when she agreed to the visit. With this new information, it was obvious that Sebastian still thought about her, but to what extent? Will he bear the same passion he had for her many years ago? Would he keep it tame or would he take her to his chambers and thoroughly ravage her? There is only one way of finding out .
“Well, when do I leave?”
“As soon as I receive confirmation that they have our response raven, we shall depart. So a few days. ” Leliana apprehensively replied. “You truly agree to this? His requests are solely tailored around you. But with you going this would be a truly historic alliance and would bolster our notoriety greatly. The Inquisition needs this.”
‘The Inquisition needs this’ The words echoed in her mind as she looked at Josephine and then to Leliana. It's been so long since I've seen him...oh fuck it.
She nodded, and the spymaster and the ambassador looked at each other, smiling. “I'll send the raven immediately.”
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The meeting concluded and Harlow trudged back to her quarters expecting Cullen to be back so they could talk, but he was nowhere to be found. I'll go look for him after a much needed bath…or he could join me. She deviously chuckled to herself. Don’t be a dolt, Harlow, he won't want to play once he hears about the sordid details of going to Starkhaven. She glowered at her voice of reason.
As soon as she hit the final step to her room, she decided to strip down immediately, leaving a trail of clothing that led to her very large wash basin. With a dip of her fingers, she warmed the very cold water. When the temperature was finally to her liking, she slowly sank down into the now steaming water. Her mind began to wander as she washed herself. ‘ The Inquisition needs this.’
The words still ringing in her mind, she tried to figure out how to go for her own selfish reasons without tarnishing what she has with Cullen. He was already at wound up due to the lyrium withdrawal which left him with wild mood swings and a ravenous sexual appetite. She took great care to keep him calm by catering to his every sexual whim. Would he let me go just with Leliana?
She sank down under the water remaining there a few moments reveling in the heat, that the echoing of heavy footsteps coming up stairs were lost to her. Cullen made his way up the stairs and walked to where she lay soaking.
Harlow shrieked when she resurfaced, “Fade Cullen! You scared the shite out of me! I was looking for you—”
She did not expect to see Cullen standing there. Her eyes scanned him from top to bottom, taking in the breathtaking sight of her lover and commander.
His expression was pensive, hair unruly, curlier than the usual meticulously groomed appearance he so painstakingly maintained and she found it unusual he was without armor.
He was wearing half-buttoned lustrous cotton tunic, which showcased his very light blonde chest hair that peeked through, begging to be touched. His bulging muscles were outlined by the snug sleeves. Unable to keep herself from checking him out, her field of vision dipped lower to his very tight, ashen colored trousers that were tucked into quillback leather boots. Her eyes drifted back to the fabric that looked so nicely wrapped around his thick, long legs leading up to a very prominent bulge and she questioned why he had not worn these around her sooner. Her heart skipped a beat as she look him all in forgetting about the conversation at hand and just wanted him to get in the bath with her.
When he just took there staring at her, she moved to get out of the tub but he shook his head and motioned her to stop. He finally walked over, the padding of his boots were deafening as this was the only noise filling the room. He remained silent and his expression still very hard to read. Even as she was struggling to control her anxiety of the situation, she instinctively licked her lips and continued to roam his body with her hooded eyes. It didn't go unnoticed.
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Cullen’s meeting with Cassandra and the Starkhaven ambassadors went over as well as trying to capture that infernal ram Lord Woolsley. He wanted to rip up their contract and force feed it back to those two dolts. He knew that the reason for this separate council was utter fucking shite, given the source. The well intentioned, righteous archer from Starkhaven who fought alongside the Champion Garrett Hawke in Kirkwall so many years ago had a dark little secret.
Cullen’s past as a templar afforded him the gift of uncanny observation. He remembered that the rogue prince who ‘devoted himself to the Maker’ also had an affinity for surrendering to temptations of the flesh in that same Chantry. He would never forget the sight of a very young Harlow, hidden behind tapestries in the darker corner facing the Andrastian statue on her knees with Sebastian’s cock down her throat and his hands fisted in her hair as he recited verses from the Chant of Light.
If he knew back then how much that woman would come to mean to him, he would of whisked her away from Hawke and Sebastian’s company. But with the unrest from Meredith’s mess, his duties took up his time and Harlow had vanished.
“Commander Cullen,” Cassandra cut through his unsettling memories, “Are you well? You look a bit flushed.”
“I—I’m fine Seeker. Now if we are done, I have a meeting of my own to attend that doesn’t involve the Prince’s henchmen.” He replied through gritted teeth, the squeaky leather of gloved hands was noticeable as he gripped the hilt of his sword and scowled. Luckily for the foreign guests, the seeker kept things as diplomatic as she could with the two ambassadors while Cullen calmed his deafening urge for violence to a dull roar.
When the meeting finally concluded, he made his way to his corner of the keep and paced the room. Already knowing he couldn’t put his emotions above the Inquisition, he tried to find the proper words to tell Harlow he has a pretty clear idea of what Sebastian wanted from her. Why else would Leliana arrange for a dual meeting but separate him from her. There was something they were hiding and it made him feel a barrage of emotions. Harlow was his— and the Prince’s sneaky way of snatching her away to Starkhaven while dangling power and influence they so desperately need will not change how he feels about her.
His well intentioned kiss back at Haven turned into an inferno of adoration for a mage he saw fall out of the fade. He wanted- needed to confess his love for her before she left with Leliana. He would show her how she belonged to him before sending her on her way. Harlow would indeed come back, he would make sure of it.
After his moment of pondering, he grabbed an open wine bottle on his desk from the night before and downed the remaining contents, changed out of his armor and left to her chambers. Maker, the things she does to me.
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Before ascending the stairs to her bedchamber he had his dialogue all planned out, but said plan soon flew out the balcony window when he saw her. His eyes studied her beautiful olive skin as she bathed. His breath caught in his chest when he watched her resurface. She looked like a siren ready to claim her next victim. I am yours .
Harlow’s eyes were still closed, dark wet hair slicked back, but his observing halted, lingering at her full breasts hovering above the waterline, droplets rolling down kissing her stiff peaks on display. Just for me . A succulent treat for his mouth to feast upon. He ran a hand through his hair while releasing the breath he had been holding and pulling up an ottoman near by, settling beside her. When she finally did notice him, she shrieked and tried to get exit the basin.
“No need to get up,” Cullen’s voice was cold, betraying the heat that emanated off of his body. He saw the concern written on her face, but as she settled back in the water and looked him over, a look of longing replaced her expression of worry.
“Very informative morning, yes?” His tone was stern, peppered with hints of frustration as if addressing a recruit. “Eyes are up here, Harlow, we need to talk about your trip to Starkhaven, and the Prince’s demands.”
He sat there as Harlow gasped and dropped the spiced soap in the water. “How did-?” He placed a comforting hand on her bare shoulder, and she met his gaze apprehensively. “Do you realize what I have to do Cullen? He and I will…” She looked back down at the soap floating in the water.
“I had a feeling that was the angle he was pulling. I assumed it was because of the familiarity between you both.” His fist was balled by the time he finished his sentence. Harlow kept her eyes down while he spoke, but they flew back to him at his admission.
“I’m surprised you even knew such a thing Cullen. How, how did you know?” Her tone was that of shock.
“As a high ranking templar, I had my ways.” He said curtly.
“You’ve known all this time and you still wanted me? So you never saw me as some dirty little mage who spreads her legs for royalty? Maker, when Leli told me that I had to inform you about the arrangement I was so scared.”
“Scared? Maker, Harlow I would never want you to fear me…” His tone softened and reached out to touch the side of Harlow’s face. When she leaned into his caress, he seized the opportunity, tipped her chin up, and gazed in her unique eyes. He loved the way they reminded him of a pink sky after a stormy sunset.
“I…love you Harlow Trevelyan, do you know that?” His voice was a tone of adoration separating his mood from the authoritative demeanor he held earlier. “I have fallen for you completely, but my hesitation paired with struggle with lyrium prevented me from telling you sooner--and for that you have my apology. I shall show you how much I need you in my life, even with this Maker forsaken request being made of you.”
Harlow moved closer to the edge of the tub and shifted to a kneeling position, pushing herself nearer to Cullen, she reached for a kiss, but halted hovering her lips over his, “Cullen, I..”
His eyes quickly roved over her again as he caught the water bead off her hourglass shape, leading down to her hips and paved the way to an enticing exposed sex. Harlow broke through his distraction as she closed in for a kiss, her small tongue desperate for entrance to his mouth which he granted immediately.
His hands traversed her body while they kissed each other feverishly. He let one hand slide down do her ample ass and gave it a hard squeeze, moving down to reach between her plump cheeks to trace her slit. When she moaned in his mouth, he fisted her damp hair pulling it back breaking the kiss.
“I love you too, Cullen” she uttered breathlessly. “I have for a some time as well and my feelings for you have only grown stronger.”
Cullen chest swelled at her return of affection, calming his uneasiness. He kissed her forehead and spoke softly while staring deeply into her eyes.
“I know we have our obligations to the Inquisition and this alliance would help ten fold. We cannot neglect the things we are required to accomplish.” Cullen sighed deeply.
He pressed his lips to hers where they lingered before he deepened the kiss.
Harlow pulled away slightly, “Cullen,” she said softly, “If you need to take another while I am gone—”
“My love for you will remain. I do not need any other. It’s just you Harlow.”
Cullen gave her a crooked smirk, his scarred lip turning up as he watched her eyes dart up to stare back at him. He knew he had the upper hand in this conversation by the way she was looking at him- with dilated pupils and quickened breaths. He truly did not desire another, even though sharing their bed was never out of the equation like they did for King Alistair and most recently Morrigan. All he truly needed was her and as his desire blossomed the more he kissed her, he will indulge himself.
“Given we both know about your dalliances with Sebastian, we could use this to our advantage…but…”
He paused, rolling his sleeves up and leaned over the side of the washbasin. His grin never wavering, he brushed his calloused thumb over her full bottom lip which Harlow responded by pressing her lips to the pad of his digit.
“You did compromise with me by bringing Morrigan to bed with us last night. If Sebastian were here, I'd let him take you while I watched. I would stroke my cock at the sight of you taking him all in, being stretched, fucked, his name tumbling from your fuckable lips while you watch me take my pleasures.”
His wicked words were making her hazy, he knew could make her come from his smooth voice alone, it’s worked once before. The look in his eyes were of desire and she would give him anything, everything he asked of her.
The hand caressing her face now traveling down the hollow of her throat, mewling for him as his fingertips continued down between her breasts, stopped to circle a pert, rosy nipple, a hard pinch, as she pressed her legs together.
Cullen sensed her mana levels rise and he could felt a maelstrom of emotions rolling off of her, but he was almost certain lust was winning the fight. She mewled when his hand reached the juncture between her slender legs, feeling her arousal through the water. A silent plea came from her divine magenta eyes when he gazed back up that made his hardness twitch against the confines of his trousers. Upon reaching further in the water, he used two fingers tracing around her folds, seeking to apply pressure on her now throbbing pearl. Harlow was unable to speak, just low whines of pleasure, now locked into his stare while he continued to explore between her legs.
“Are you going to be an obedient little girl for me?” he growled and sunk two long fingers in, causing Harlow to cry out and nod in agreement. “Mmm excellent, I can't wait to come inside that delectable pussy.”
She leaned her head back on the ledge of the tub, moaning his praises as he slowly started pumping in her tight channel. Water splashed around as she bucked her hips into his curled his fingers inside of her.
He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You will always be mine. Understand?”
“Yes Cullen, don’t stop, please,” she begged.
He used his other hand wrap her long hair around his wrist, fisting it tightly and pulling her in for a searing kiss, his fingers never ceasing movement inside her tight channel, putting pressure on the spot that made her lose control. He swallowed her moans while she kept a quick pace of grinding against his hand, “I love the noises you make—that I have the power to make you feel so fucking good. ”
Harlow broke the kiss and begged him breathlessly, “Cullen…yes, just like that.” She whispered against his lips, “I'm so close . ”
Cullen chuckled darkly against her lips but said nothing. He removed his fingers and she whined in protest, her complaint was short lived when he reached both arms in the basin and scooped her out of the water placing her close against his broad chest, not caring if she was soaking his clothes. With a few strides of his long legs, he placed her dripping body on the bed and moved in to straddle her while he made quick work of his tunic and tossed it aside.
“Cullen...”
He leaned over to hold her wrists to the bed, his lips seeking to latch purchase on spot of her neck below the ear that always made her squirm. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him and dragging her wetness against his still clothed erection, moaning when her bundle of nerves made contact with his shaft. He stopped to growl in her ear, “You shall now address me by my title, Inquisitor.”
“ Commander …I crave your big cock inside me . ” Harlow was already begging and he was loving it. “Let me make you feel good.”
Closing his eyes at the sound of his title spilling from her lips, he took a deep breath and rasped, “Not yet, my sweet.”
Grinding his bulge against her pearl, he felt the fabric of his pants make her body shudder, coaxing even more wetness from her tight heat. He kept her pinned as he nipped and sucked hard at the delicate skin of her neck, the scent of rose oil from her hair invaded his senses as he sunk his teeth into the nape of her neck. One of the first scents he remembered waking up to the first time she slept in his bed.
Harlow gasped at the bite, but he quickly soothed the area with his tongue. He knew it would create large dark purple markings that would last for days. He repeated the action a lower on her shoulder and hummed against her, eliciting whimpers that rang in his ears.
“Fuck Harlow, you are so wet I can feel you soaking through my pants…”
“That's what you do to me, I can’t control myself around you, love. So much that I touch myself thinking of you inside me when you are away.” Her voice was so alluring, pulling him in, but he needed to transform her soft sighs into screams of pleasure.
He pulled away quickly, tearing at the laces of his pants, shedding his smalls, freeing his thick manhood. He pumped himself a few times, noticing how her eyes lit up when she watched him pleasure himself.
Cullen released his length and placed his hands on her ankles. His hands slowly crept up her legs, feeling out the smooth flesh until he reached a long horizontal scar on her thigh. He knew she was self conscious about it but he loved to kiss her there. Spreading her legs wider, he leaned in to kiss at her marked skin. He felt her wriggle uncomfortably under his grip and he looked up at her to see a look of self consciousness.
“It’s ok my love, you are beautiful, all of you,” he murmured against her skin as he gave her a reassuring look.
She relaxed under his words and he continued to kiss at her inner thigh. Moving his mouth closer to her center, he breathed in her sweet smelling musk, a scent he could never tire of. It drove him crazy with want and the craving to delve his tongue deep into her warm depths grew stronger. Placing her slender leg over his shoulder, he moved his hands to her wet center. His thumbs brushed over her outer folds, and he pressed gently, spreading them to reveal the glistening, dark pink flesh within. His breath hitched as his desire surged like a starved man’s hunger and he dove in to feast on her. He pressed his lips against her opening, giving it a quick kiss before dragging his tongue up the length of her slit and curling it when he reached her pearl, gathering the wetness and groaning as he savored her felandaris-laced sweetness.
“Maker, you are delicious, I could do this for hours. Do you want to know how wonderful you taste, Harlow?” He growled against her center.
“Mmm, yes please Cullen. Let me taste myself on your fingers,” she purred.
Cullen slid his fingers along her folds, slicking them before meeting her gaze and driving them deep, smirking at how much she squirmed for him. He shifted his weight, pinning her leg up with his shoulder. With solid force, he kept driving his fingers into her, burying them up to his knuckles. He used his free arm to still her hips as he twisted and curled inside her. Feeling her tighten around him, he withdrew his glistening fingers and brought them to her waiting mouth.
“Taste your perfection,” he rasped.
Pushing past her lips, her mouth accepted his fingers like her cunt did and drew them in deeply and sucked her. She moaned as she looked in his eyes, her tongue swirling around him. He pulls them out after he deemed her done.
“Thank you, Commander,” she breathed.
He crawled on top her, looming over as he let his cock glide against her sex, coating himself in her arousal. Harlow reached out to rub his stubbled jaw, her slender fingers traveling up, past his ear, blazing a trail when she rakes her nails across his scalp and running though tufts of thick curly blonde hair.
“Who does this cunt does this belong to?” He knew she loved his authoritative voice, it always made her so much wetter.
“Yours Commander, it's all yours ,” she whispered, writhing under him with hooded eyes and flushed lips.
“You remember that when the Prince is balls deep inside of you,” he snarled, sinking his cock into her, the slickness letting him glide in with ease. After she adjusted to him, he began a quick pace, reaching as far as he could, pounding as hard as he could. Her sighs turned to high pitched broken cries, then to soundless screams as she closed her eyes and started to tighten on him.
“Oh, Maker!” Harlow cried out. “Just like that, mmm…more!”
“Fade, you are always so fucking tight, every single time,” he gritted through clenched teeth, pulling out to the tip and slamming the thick wet shaft back in. “Always so ready for a plowing from me....”
His gaze roved over her body and he remembered how his heart leapt every time they touched. The surge of feelings he had about the level of trust she placed within him was almost overwhelming. It spoke volumes about her affection, that she was so willing to let him fuck her a whore, while loving her like a wife. A title he wanted to give her in the future. He was sure of it.
Wanting to go deeper, Cullen threw her legs over his shoulders, pressing his body weight into her. With every thrust, his ego was stroked as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pleaded for more. The speed and force with which he fucked her quickened. He broke into a sweat and grinned pridefully at the sight of it dripping onto her and rolling down her neck. She was his, and he would make her remember that. He was going to make her come so hard that no matter what the poncy Prince tried, nothing would ever draw her away.
“Would you let him fuck you hard like this?” he grunted. “Pounding you into the mattress in that tight quim like some whore at the Blooming Rose? I bet you would submit and love every minute of it.” Cullen’s voice was now so deep he almost didn’t recognize it himself, “I bet you would even let him take you as others watched .”
He didn’t need to give her a chance to respond. Her inner walls clenching around him was answer enough, so he quickly pulled out and rolled her over on all fours. Giving Harlow a smug grin when she looked back and wiggled her ass to him, he rewarded her for her offering with a hard smack on her perfect rear before pushing between her shoulder blades, forcing her to stay down. Her body opened up to him like a flower, his view of a dripping wet cunt and the ring of muscle clenching…he couldn’t help but hungrily lick his lips.
He needed to sate the beast within. To show her that not only does he command her army, but that he thrived off the power to have her obey his every word with the thrust of his cock. It always left her a quivering mess and him craving more soon after.
Gripping the sides of her flared hips like a vice, he drove himself back home and was rewarded with a loud, broken sob. He was already making her beg for more but, that wasn’t enough, he wanted- nay, needed- more. Desire was mounting and primal need took over. His pace became relentless, and he silently thanked the Maker for his Templar stamina helping him fuck his little minx like she deserved.
Harlow’s muffled cries for more grew louder and could be heard over the pillow her face was planted in. He knew her road to orgasm was a quick one, feeling the heat between her legs grow hotter, her hands sparking at the sheets she was grasping. The screaming pleas became clearer when he leaned forward pulling her hair back and lifting her torso off the bed.
“Let me hear you Harlow, what do you need?”
“You, Commander! Plunge yourself deep inside, I am your little mage slut!!”
His blood was aflame at her words, rooting himself to the hilt as deep as he could go and held her there as she tried to buck back. While Cullen caught his breath, he observed Harlow’s slightly parted lips softly panting beneath him, her eyes closed and her hair hiding her now flushed face. He could tell she was surprised by his talk of another man fucking her, but by the way she was pulsing around him, he could also tell that she welcomed the notion. He bent forward molding himself to her slender back, planting one hand on the bed and the other around her neck.
“I already know you'd let him stick his cock down your beautiful little throat. You love being choked with mine,” he hissed through his labored breathing.
“ Fuck …yes, I want it, I need it.”
“Would you let him spill his seed inside of your cunt?” His breathing was quicker as he let go of her hair. Leaning up and dragging a finger down her spine until he reached the cleft of her ass, he shallowly thrust into her tightening sheath.
“N-no, that's just f-for you Cullen,” she whimpered.
“Good answer. What about—”
His hands spread her cheeks while he started faster pace, pushing his hips when he drove himself back in, then dragging his long cock back out.
“- your beautiful pink asshole?” Cullen bit his lip as he circled his thumb around her tight muscle as it pulsed and relaxed for him. Her body remembered that he loved to take her there as much as he loved her cunt.
He took two fingers and reached for her mouth. She suckled them for a moment until he abruptly pulled them out, spitting on her back entrance and pushed them in slowly.
“Or maybe you would like to be taken in both holes at the same time? Do you want to be filled and fucked like it was your job, don't you?”
“YES! Maker fucking yes, Cullen!” Harlow belted out, “I want to be filled, come on!”
“FUCK!” he roared. “Come for me for me my love, I want to mark that beautiful face of yours after you flood my cock. Do. It. ”
He added another finger and, as he predicted, the stretch brought her tumbling over the edge. With a broken scream from his dual stimulation, her orgasm washed over her like a dam breaking, spilling her essence all over the base of his cock and dripping on to the sheets below them.
“Maker take me Harlow, that drives me so fucking crazy every time. Roll over...quickly…I'm-I'm so close.”
Cullen could barely get the words out when he felt his balls tighten, the tingling in his spine feeling like lightning, warning him that he was to erupt any moment. But no, he wanted to save this moment while she looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes.
Harlow pulled herself off of him with a hiss at the loss of him, and quickly sat back on her heels with her mouth open and tongue out. A rumble formed in his chest at at the sight of her and his eyes fluttered closed, but he still felt her watching him. He hovered on the cusp of pure ecstasy while he pumped his cock at a maddening pace and used his free hand to angle her head just right.
Now towering over her, he forced out a broken moan, “—fuck, are you ready, love?
Harlow rubbed her perky mounds together, teasing her stiff peaks in a wonderful display, enticing him as she nodded and awaited her reward for being such a good girl.
“Yes, just like that,” he breathed as he gripped the back of her head and shuddered violently. With guttural roar, he placed tip of his cock on her tongue and came such force that long of ropes of cum not only filled her open mouth and dripped down her chin, but reached her forehead and hair, coating her in his seed. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
“Don't swallow…yet,” he ordered, yanking her up to his level for a searing kiss, their tongues intertwined, moaning as the gift he gave to her now shared between them. The act of him savoring his own musky flavor with her kept his erection at full attention. Cullen gripped her hip with one hand while ghosting along her clit in slow strokes until he softened. She swallowed the rest and smacked her lips.
He rose from the bed and fetched a damp towel. With tender strokes, he cleaned the evidence of their passion from her beautiful face. He then moved to lay down on the bed and pulled her with him, tucking her in the crook of his neck as she pulled the soft sheets over them. Cullen stroked her hair while catching their breath.
“My lion of Skyhold, I love you,” she whispered sleepily.
“I love you too,” Cullen whispered, eyes heavy before they drifted off to their post coital nap.
After they roused in the late afternoon, Cullen was still very much in the mood to explore Harlow’s body. They indulged in pleasures of the flesh again before their rumbling stomachs demanded nourishment. Emerging from her chambers disheveled and in need of sustenance, they went to visit her baker once more for a late dinner.
