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“Pup, come!” Cullen called to the silly beast running a mile ahead, a deluge of drool dripping from his wide-open mouth.

With his tail wagging, the Mabari made his way back to him.

“Good boy!” Cullen knelt beside him, scratching behind his soft ears, tugging at the scruff of his neck.

“Woof.”

“Me too. We're almost there.”

“Woof.”

Cullen was stalling. Surviving the ordeal with Corypheus was a miracle. Seeing Mia again, meeting her children felt like a dream. It was too much.

“Come, my love. Your family is waiting,” Ellana said, tenderly taking his hand,

“My family is here.”

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

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Naked, shivering in the corner of his tumbledown room, Cullen took a deep breath. Sweat slicked his sculpted body as he sat, bent over, clutching his knees to his chest, and muttering.

“Duty… just doing my…” he cut himself off. A well-worn lie he told himself over and over again, just doing his duty—holding mages captive, threatening them with death should they step out of line.

The tears started then, the gasps for air, the sobs, stifled only by the sounds of rain, beating against the wood floor.

“You must forgive yourself, love.” A soft voice, hers. “I’m here.”

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After the party, Cullen climbed the tall staircase to the Inquisitor’s quarters, pink-cheeked and dizzy with relief.

She’d faced Corypheus and lived.

The thousand ways he’d pictured their demise, the endless nights of worry washed away in one victorious fight.

His smile broadened with every step. Up to his greatest hope, his dearest wish, his auspicious future. Up to his wife.

“Maker, I’m drunk,” he said, out loud, as he steadied himself at the top of the landing.

“Cullen? Is that you? I’m on the balcony,” she called out. “Get your ass out here.”

“And what of your ass, Inquisitor?”

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Ellana let the fire burn down to a candescent glow before burying their last two potatoes beneath the embers.

She didn’t ask if Solas wanted one; she didn’t want to hear him say no. Not again.

He sat across from her, holding his back more rigid than usual and sketching in his notebook with a diminishing shard of charcoal.

Yesterday, she could have snuggled beside him, rested her head on his shoulder, and watched as the lines and curves took form on the parchment, seen the shape of her own face appear.

Yesterday he called her vhenan, but not today.

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Cassandra couldn’t remember the last time she’d thought of him like this, pink-cheeked and wild after a training session, eating blueberry pastries on the small patch of green.

“What are you looking at, little sister?”

“You. You are an idiot, and you have blueberry jam all over your chin.”

“You did well out there today, you know. That dragon never knew what didn’t hit her.” Anthony laughed deliriously.

Cassandra threw a clutch of grass at his face, but missed.

“Maker, sister, your aim. We’ll have to work on that.”

A merry memory recalled, like a forgotten lyric on her tongue.

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It was Solas’ second time at The Bone Pit, its promise of anonymous pain and oblivion too propitious to resist.

“Well, aren't you a pretty thing?” The Iron Bull said, resting his massive hand on Solas’ shoulder. “You wanna?” He gestured toward the hallway.

“I…” The bloom in Solas’ smiling cheeks-answer enough.

In the private room, away from the flashing, fuchsia lights, with the pulsing, metric bassline, and synth-riffs muffled behind the door, Solas settled.

Bull held him firmly against his chest and kissed his forehead, a softer torture than Solas imagined, but it broke him all the same.

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Rook understands why they can’t go back. Why the sound of the sea that calls to them is a fable, a phantasm, a lie.

It doesn't matter.

Their clan is gone.

They have work to do.

They hold the hollowed heart of a shell in their hand, stroking the smooth aperture with their thumb, before putting it back in their pocket and taking Emmrich’s hand instead.

“Thinking of home again, my darling?” he says, gently running the tip of his thumb over Rook’s bruised knuckles.

Rook hums. “You’re my home now, old man.”

A smile.

A kiss.

A new shell.

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Rook wakes to the sound of his voice, haughty, honeyed, he says her name. Not Rook, but her real name, over and over in the lyrical lilt of his speech, his slight lisp catching on the sibilants, tasting them, turning them over like sweet sediment at the bottom of a wine glass.

She hears something like the stroking of slicked skin, staccato breaths, little squeaks and thinks, he can’t be. But he is. She finds herself…compelled.

“Garas,” he says to himself, but it undoes her. “Garas, garas, garas,” he sputters as they both cum again and again and again.

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His arms and legs are stretched out, spread wide like a griffon in flight as a dappled man in a wolf mask fucks him fluently, his own leaking cock, caught between them.

The floor beneath him bears the mark of the Dread Wolf, and soon, he will too.

He hopes.

He thrusts his hips upwards, giving more, taking more as well, but the man in the wolf mask doesn’t seem to mind; he exposes his teeth with his smile.

The man’s cock pierces, pulses inside of him, claims him as the others chant, "Fen'Har’el ‘ma ghil’an’a. Ar las’a mala rev’as.”

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Rook took a greedy gulp from a goblet, red wine dripping from the corners of his mouth like the blood of a fresh kill.

“You should enjoy your victory,” Solas said, scampish and cocky between long, wet sucks of his cock.

The Dread Wolf’s clean-shaven head, bobbing between his thighs, was reward enough, but Rook dipped his hand into the kaleidoscope of gems and gold anyway, capriciously fingering the fine, whetted grooves of a gilded crown, drawing blood.

“Ah! The spoils of war are sharp.”

“Let me see,” Solas demanded, taking Rook's bloodied finger into his mouth.

“You spoil me.”

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Solas licked the tip of Rook’s finger, tipping his head back to savor the taste of copper and iron and fruit. The sanguine sanctuary of Rook’s skin, an offering he did not deserve, but could not refuse.

“Solas,” Rook moaned. “Come here.”

Their kiss was a mess of wine and blood, of lips and tongues and teeth and fangs, of past fights and lectures and months of restraint, and Solas lost himself.

He growled as he licked Rook from the notch of his collar bone to the tip of his ear.

“Forgive me. I have been alone for so long.”

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Solas’ open palm hovered over Ellana.

The searing pain of a dragon’s claw etched into the meat of her upper thigh, her leathers thrashed open to reveal a mass of torn flesh and blood.

“May I?” Solas asked.

“Please.”

His magic tingled, cooled as it stitched her mangled muscle and skin, as it soothed and sealed the open edges of her wounds.

“Does that feel better?” he asked, so close to her exposed sex, she could feel his hot breath against her curls, his restorative touch reverberating beyond her tattered gashes to places more vulnerable, more in need.

“Oh, yes.”

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The kaleidoscopic lights made him dizzy, disoriented, but he wanted this, asked for this, begged for it, in fact.

Solas had used the toy before, a thick, thrumming gizmo that fit tightly and hit deep. He’d ridden it hard and chased his pleasure with brutish, reckless desire, but never like this, never in front of someone. Never in front of her.

“I want to see you take it all,” Ellana said. “Turn it on.”

Buzz.

The SNAP-CRACK of her riding crop struck across the backs of his thighs, tender skin stinging, a whimper, a hiss escaped his lips.

“Good boy.”

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With the lithe muscles of his back bathed in moonlight and a scintillating layer of sweat on his skin, Solas slid his magic-slicked fingers deep inside Ellana’s cunt.

“Please, Solas.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Did you hear that, Commander? Your wife wishes to be fucked.”

Seated in the high-backed chair in the darkest corner of his room, Cullen cleared his throat. “I heard.”

“How would you like me to fuck her? Or does she get to choose?”

“She most certainly does not.”

“Ha.” Solas chuckled.

“Take her any way you like.”

Solas growled.

Ellana moaned.

Cullen unzipped his pants.

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Rook holds the dagger to his throat as she rides him. Stretched wide and deep on the Dread Wolf’s cock, she reminds him with each thrust that she is in charge now.

“Nothing to say, Fen’Harel?”

“Would you like me to beg, Rook?”

“Yes, actually. I would.”

Solas grinned, toothy and wild and bucked his hips beneath her. “You will need to do better than threats if you wish to see me prostrate myself.”

“You don’t think I’ll cut you with your fancy god-killing knife?”

“Show me, Rook,” he breathed.

“That sounded like begging to me.”

“That was a demand.”

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Solas locked his office door and opened his laptop. He hadn’t logged into her website for days. Not since she’d introduced herself in the faculty lounge as the new professor of Dalish Music Theory.

A bead of sweat slipped down the side of his head and onto the return key as he entered her room.

LANA’S LIVE!

It was her. Unmistakably, though she wore a sweet little Orlesian mask. He trembled as he traced the long line of her slender back, stretched across her luxuriant bed, on his screen.

“Oh, hello, Dr3@dW0lf. I’ve missed you.”

Solas began to type.

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“More, please.”

“Oh, Solas, just look at you. Whining, begging on all fours, like the brutal beast that you are.”

Ellana slaps his beautiful backside raw as she inserts more of the pliant, double-ended device inside of him. “Needy, little slut! You want all of this, don't you?”

“Yes.”

But she has a better idea.

Something she’d seen in one of Bull’s more tasteful books.

She slicks the end in her hand with magic, spins around, and sinks herself slowly against the implement until her soft skin meets his.

“Vhenan,” Solas gasps as they move together with intimate rhythm.

“Vhenan.”

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Both signatories agree to these terms as written above.”

Solas had already signed.

Ellana’s eyes flitted between the blank line and the pen on the table.

“I am open to negotiating further.” Solas said, impassively stroking the rim of his coffee cup with his finger.

“Yes, actually. I wondered if we might move ‘Anal Play,’ from my ‘Hard Limits’ to ‘Soft Limits?’”

“Oh?”

“Yes, also, I hoped we could adjust your limits on ‘Bratting?’”

“I see. Planning to be a brat, are we?”

“I'm not planning anything, I just can’t promise that I won’t be one.”

Solas started to sweat.

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Rook feels the ardent, viscid ropes of the Dread Wolf’s cum begin to drip and closes her legs tight.

“Greedy,” he tsks, he hums, palming her knees, easing them back open.

Solas slides his calloused hands up the length of her thighs, spreads her wide and pushes three, then four fingers inside.

The squelching sounds are obscene as he forces his spend deeper with each twist, each throb of his wrist and Rook writhes.

Solas’ fingers and lips curl with libertine delight. “Tell me, Rook. Would you like me to use my, how did you put it? Wretched mouth, again?”

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Solas fusses with the blindfold and tightens the gag. The knot pushes at the back Rook’s throat, squeezing against her tongue and teeth as she tries not to panic.

“Just breathe, Rook. I am here,” he says.

The rough tips of Solas’ fingers stroke the sides of her throat. “Shh.”

She wishes she could see him, but focuses on his voice instead, the reassurance of his soft commands as his hands move lower.

“Excellent, Rook,” he says, hot breath against her peaked nipple. He offers a lick, a swirl, a bite, a wicked grin she can feel across her skin.

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Elle strained against the silk satin sashes, tied tightly around her ankles and wrists, and binding her to Leliana’s four-post, Orlesian Oak bed-frame.

“Are you comfortable?” Leliana asked sarcastically.

“Not really.”

“Good.” Leliana smiled like a Crestwood Cat and straddled her, cupping her plush breasts with both hands, and rolling her nipples with her thumbs.

“What about now?”

Elle hummed. “Better.”

Leliana arched her back and reached to slip one of her dainty fingertips through Elle’s curls, between her slick folds, and over her clit.

“And now?”

Elle bucked madly into Leliana’s touch, testing the limits of her delicate restraints.

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Leliana slips the slicked tips of three fingers into Elle’s mouth and down her throat. She tastes like peaches and and the salted-honey ice cream they’d tried at the Bloomingtide Market. Elle swirls her tongue, then sucks and swallows.

“Now you.” Leliana turns to the other naked woman in their bed.

Kallian Tabris opens her pretty mouth wide and accepts Lel’s offering.

“What do I taste like?” Lel giggles sliding one hand between Kallian’s legs and the other between Elle’s.

“Like Peasant Bread with jam,” Kallian offers.

It’s a terrible answer, but Elle kisses her with tongue all the same.

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Elle cocked the corner of her top hat slightly to the left as the tightly coiled pin-curls of her cranberry hair billowed beneath. The edges of her wine-stained lips curled into a grin as she beheld the full vision of herself in her vanity’s mirror.

The bow-tie, waistcoat, the tuxedo itself all seemed to fit her impeccably.

When Solas emerged from the bathroom in full makeup, wearing her sheer, body-hugging halter dress covered in shimmering crystals, she nearly collapsed.

The matching gloves, skull-skimming turban, and faux Halla-fur stole stole her breath and made her want to forget the party altogether.

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Rook considers briefly, and certainly too late, just how wide her cunt can stretch before it tears, before her body rips in two, leaving only tattered traces of blood, bone, and meat dripping from the Dread Wolf’s knotted cock.

“It will only hurt as much as you want it to, Rook,” Solas promised when she foolishly asked if fucking him in his wolf form was even possible. She should have known he would reward her curiosity with a demonstration.

But the trickster did not lie. The searing pangs and pricks of his first monstrous thrusts are euphoric, dizzying, maddeningly delightful.

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The Iron Bull loves Solas’ ass. He loves the softness of his skin beneath his calloused palms. He loves how perfectly plump and round and sweet it is as it pinks and welts.

Bull needs more. To taste him.

He holds a plush cheek in each hand and licks his lips wet before he parts them.

“Oh, Solas.”

Bull begins with a flick and a swirl of his thick tongue, steady probing circles as Solas’ tight muscles expand and contract, inviting him in.

“Please,” Solas whimpers, begs.

“Please, what? Use your words, my beautiful boy.”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Not yet.”

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Leliana presses her Grey Warden against the slick stone barrier wall and crashes into her roughly with lips, tongue and teeth.

“What are you…”

“If we are going to be eaten alive by that archedemon, I intend the fuck the woman I love one last time.”

“You want to fuck? Here? Now?”

Within one thundering heartbeat, she sneaks her hand up the Warden’s thigh, slides her smalls aside and begins to plunge and swirl and curl her fingers in all the ways she knows she likes.

“You will cum for me, if it is the last thing you ever do.”

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“Solas, have you ever been fucked in public?” Bull asked as he adjusted the various ropes and buckles around Solas’ exposed skin, shimmering and slick with sweat.

“A very long time ago.” Solas’ heart hammered hard in his chest, the memories of his former self fucking and being fucked by friends and foes alike in great crystal halls came flooding back in pictures both lascivious and grotesque.

“And did you enjoy it?” Bull gave his ass a soft smack after he tied the last knot around the base of his cock.

“Not particularly.”

“Would you like to try again?”

“Yes.”

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Solas wanted to cum. Needed to cum, but Bull was in a punishing mood. It was a simple misunderstanding, and a gentle correction would have sufficed, but Bull’s cock had been buried deep for almost an hour.

“Please, Bull. I must—”

“Not… yet.” Bull stroked the long, lean line of his back with his rough hands, pausing at his hips for a bruising squeeze as he thrust his own at an unrelenting pace.

Solas’s mind whirled. Do not think of how he fills you. Do not focus on his hulking hand caressing your cock. Do not think at all.

“Now.”

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Solas could barely remember his own name as he unzipped his pants. He’d never visited a website like this before and wasn’t expecting it to be quite so…intimate.

“Are they unzipped?” Lana purred, and positioned herself closer to the camera, her luscious breasts spilling from the top of the silk satin sheet she’d wrapped herself in.

“Yes,” he typed with one hand.

“Mmm. Is it hard?” She spread her legs beneath the sheet to touch herself.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, I’m so wet, Dr3@dW0lf. Would you like to see?”

“pLease.”

“Please? Mmm. Such a good boy. You deserve a treat.”

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Solas’ lips slid as eloquently over Bull’s cock as they did over the fancy Elvhen words he used when he came apart at Bull’s command.

Capturing, tugging at Bull’s sensitive flesh with silk-like skin in ways he’d only ever managed with his own, rough hands.

“Dammit, Solas. You know what you’re doing.”

Solas hummed and swirled his practiced tongue over, around, and into Bull’s slit, taking, tasting what he wanted without permission. Punishment would come later, but for now, Bull basked and bucked deeper into Solas’ wet, wanting mouth.

“Fuck, you’re pretty when you take me like this.”

Solas sucked.

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“I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you,” Bull said as he yanked back on the collar around Solas’ throat. “I want you to see those pretty freckles on your cheeks beading with sweat.”

Solas tried to look, but—

“Open your eyes, Solas. I’m here with you, inside you, and there’s nowhere else I would rather be.”

Solas pinched his wet lashes tighter, not unwilling, but unable to face himself. “I’m sorry, Bull. I can’t.”

“Shh.” Bull’s rough thumbs traced the length of his spine until his hands captured his hips. “You can.”

Solas opened his eyes.

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“You scoundrel.” Bull clutched his see-through silk chiffon robe over his chest. “I am a lady, sir!”

“It is not my wish to frighten you, only to admire you in the moonlight.” Solas extended his hand to caress Bull’s cheek. “I hope you will permit me.”

Bull really was beautiful in this light or any other, even if this entire scene felt ridiculous.

“I will not, you beast. You’ll have to take me by force,” Bull said in his terrible falsetto affectation before winking and slipping his robe off one shoulder.

“Very well then.” Solas pressed Bull against the wall.

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The Dread Wolf yelped into her succulent cunt when Rook tugged the tuft of hair at the back of his beastly neck.

“Do you wish for me to stop?”He growled, deep and resounding, with his sizable, slavering tongue still half inside, and his fangs pressing marks into her flesh.

“No, please don’t stop.” She combed through his fur with her nails and nestled herself snugly into his bite. “I only wanted to know what it would feel like to pull your hair.”

The Great Wolf’s laughter rippled and reverberated from his body to hers as he entered her again.