A Templar's Desire (DA:I - Cullen X Lavellen)

2. An Interruption*

I approached the door with the most dissatisfied face I could muster. Another knock tapped on the door, and my dismay turned to frustration. I unlocked the door just a gap so whoever was interrupting us couldn't catch Cullen.

"What is it?" I spat.

Varric's face illuminated as he grew closer to the door crack. He had the most enormous grin and was clearly inebriated.

"Your Inquisitorialness, would you care to join us for a game of Wicked Grace? I know Curly is with you. C'mon! Come down for some fun," he laughed and looked up at me expectantly.

"Unfortunately, Varric, Cullen and I are tired after the celebration. We just wanted to rest tonight. Maybe tomorrow night we can."

Varric attempted to examine the room, but I shut the door more so he couldn't see Cullen's compromising position. He'd never let him live that down. But I suppose it wasn't the first time he'd seen him naked; that first time we all played Wicked Grace concluded with my poor Cullen running off with nothing but his birthday suit.

"Ah, I see, Herald. You keep your nose clean and have some fun," he smiled as he wandered off.

I closed and locked the door. Looking over at Cullen, I saw a ravenous beast bound with vines. I approached him and dropped the night dress on the floor. He looked so adorable tied up like this. Though I had used so much mana on him that I grew weary.

"Vhenan, my mana is running low. Can you promise me one thing before I let you go?"

"Anything to get me out of this."

I smiled, crept onto the bed, and sat between his legs. I began to caress his cock, and I leaned down to kiss the tip. He groaned when I did this and tugged at the vines.

"I need to promise me... You won't hold back."

I dismissed the vines and suspended all the magic I was maintaining. He sat up and stroked his wrists. His eyes were locked on mine. His pupils dilated when he looked at me. We both inched closer to each other. He gazed deeply into my eyes, and a look of adoration spread within his eyes.  The suspense was killing me. Fuck me.

"Marry me."

"What?"

"I mean... Will you? I... I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else," he cleared his throat and looked away from me, "Mother Giselle could do it! Or maybe your Keeper? I don't know how the elven stuff works, but I want to try."

I pulled him in and held him. He was so pure and gentle. I kissed his neck and whispered, "Yes. Of course."

He sighed in relief. Then, without delay, he squeezed his hands on my thighs, pulled forward, and plowed himself inside of me. He spread me down and thrust into me over and over again. I couldn't help but scream. I hope Varric is far enough away to not have heard that.

"I will make you my bride," he grunted, "We will have a house by Honnleath," Cullen accelerated his pace, "We will have children," he paused, "That is... if you want children."

I smiled and held his face, "We will talk about it when the time comes. For now... Fuck me."

The Commander of the Inquisition's forces showed his face. He moaned as he pressed my thighs and drove himself into me. I searched for the runestone and panned my hand across the bed sheets. Cullen placed the stone in my hand.

"Looking for something, Love?"

"Yes. I'm ready for the climax. Then I shall work on you, Ma'arlath."

I pressed the stone to my clit as he pounded deeper into me. I cried out in pure satisfaction and felt a shiver surge through my skin.

"I want you to burst. I want you to squirt and gush for me," he closed his eyes in bliss and pumped into me as I held the stone in place. Such a foul mouth when he's this lustful. 

"Cullen! Fuck! Fuck me! I want you to finish inside of me! Please!"

He looked at me with slight surprise but continued to push into me faster. The look on his face told me he was close to climax.

"Lalin... If that is what you want... I can give it."

"Please...I want this," I moaned as I clawed at the sheets.

Sweat leaked from his face and chest. My body begged him for release. My legs quivered, and my breathing was rapid.

"Cullen–!"

A tide of electricity stunned my body. I couldn't restrain myself. My legs went weak, and my vagina throbbed. I kept the runestone in place in the perfect spot. That feeling remained with me for what felt like forever. I cried as my body released a copious amount of fluid. That consistently happened when he made me climax. That was the "gushing" he desired.

"Oh! Lalin," he squeezed and clawed into my skin as he lunged one last time, "I... Ah!"

As the pulsing inside me diminished, a new sensation came into me: heat. He reached his climax and did as I commanded. The deep, burning feeling only left when he retreated out of me. We lay next to each other on the bed. He was drenched in sweat, and I was lying in a pool of our combined fluids.

"Shall we... Take this to the bath?" I asked him while he was still catching his breath.

"That would be best," he smirked, lifting me to straddle him.