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Insidious Seduction	By : Tanwen Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 5988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I made the summary quite vague to avoid Trespasser spoilers. The original prompt from the Dragon Age Kink Meme should give you a much better idea of what this is about.
Prompt:
I am literal garbage, just throwing that out there. BUT.
I want an Inquisitor who drank from the Well of Sorrows forced to do Solas's bidding in his war against modern Thedas, like a puppet on a string. Like, he basically forces the Inquisitor to be his consort in the New World Order he's planning.
Not needed, but I would love it if:
* Inquisitor initially romanced or flirted with Solas, but then broke it off.
* After they broke it off, they romanced someone OTHER than Solas. Cullen, Blackwall or Bull would be awesome.
* Inquisitor really disagreed with Solas after Trespasser and would never do any of this stuff if in their right minds.
* Inquisitor's LI has to watch, at some point, the Inquisitor be this totally different person who doesn't even acknowledge them and is all about Solas and destroying the world. (ah, the beautiful angst)
Shaeri Trevelyan is trying to hold onto herself.
It is the first thought she has when she wakes in the morning, and it plagues her throughout the day - especially when Solas has left her alone. She cannot decide whether to be grateful for being out of his attention or offended that he is treating her so casually. There is a third emotion, one that is creeping in much faster than she would like, one that she does her best not to think about whenever possible. A yearning for Solas that goes deep in her soul, a driving need to be with him at all times. Shaeri Trevelyan, who has always been fierce and independent and beholden to no one, finds this prospect utterly terrifying.
When she can remember that she is scared of it.
She remembers her journal on the days that she is left alone. Kept in a hollowed-out section of the wall, it is her most prized possession - the only thing that is truly hers. She is not certain that Solas does not know of it. He seems to know many things about what happens when she is alone. She shudders to think on the day where she spent time weeping for Cullen, for everything that had happened between them - mage and Templar, Inquisitor and Commander. When she had wrung herself out, Solas had appeared, taking advantage of her drained state to … take advantage of her. In many other ways. In every other way.
The other truth that is burned into her soul, that is constant no matter what else happens, is that the apostate elf she once loved has been consumed by something ancient and merciless. The days where she yearns for him, she also worships him, worships his power and glory.
Shaeri shudders and clutches at her journal before opening it to a random page. The words are written in her handwriting, but she has no memory of writing it - no recollection of the deliberate act it was for her to put this memory to paper.
Her journal is not in any sort of order - not one that Shaeri would have accepted, in other days. Better days. She begins to read the page.
The day that I drank from the Well of Sorrows, before the final battle with Corypheus.
Many entries begin like that, a short statement to describe what happened - to orient Shaeri with her own past.
She hates Solas for that. That … and many other things.
“You cannot,” Solas says, reaching out a hand to grab her arm, a second after her declaration that she (and not Morrigan) would take the power from the Well of Sorrows.
“And who are you to tell me what I cannot do?” Shaeri asks, glaring at him. They are lovers, true, and they have made no secret of this - but he has never done anything like this before, questioned her decision in front of everyone else. Attempted to forbid her something.
Solas is annoyed. “I only meant -“ He shakes his head, and then drops his voice. “Vhenan, I beg you - do not do this.”
Shaeri was not expecting that. He sounds as tender as he does when they are alone together in her room. “Why?” she asks.
“We … cannot be certain of what this will do.” She is certain that he is choosing his words carefully, though she has no idea why.
“Corypheus wants it. Therefore, it is something powerful, that is better controlled by us than a mysterious apostate working towards her own goals.” She knows she has offended him as soon as the words are out of her mouth. She thinks she understands why, but the disgust on his face is much stronger than she would have expected.
“And we mysterious apostates are not to be trusted by the great and wise Circle mages,” Solas says bitterly. Now she wants to take it back, to let Morrigan have the blasted power, because it really isn’t worth driving a wedge between herself and Solas. He is the best lover she has ever had, and she finds him easy to talk to. He calls her vhenan, and she knows what that means, what it signifies.
But she is not just Shaeri, she is the Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste.
“I will take the power,” she repeats, and feels a gulf open between the two of them where none previously existed.
I couldn’t say the words. I couldn’t admit that I loved him. Would it have made a difference? Could I have kept him with me? Could I have stopped this?
“Could I have stopped this?” Another constant of her journal entries that feature Solas. Could she have prevented him from starting down the path that will mean the end of her world?
She knows what the Well does, now. Much better than she did when Flemeth first explained it. It is the thing that binds her to Solas, makes her mind and body and soul into playthings for him. For Fen’Harel. It is easier to think of him as Fen’Harel when he is actively pulling the strings around her - strings that she allowed to be tied around herself, strings that he has reinforced and added to and made into a cage that binds her.
If her door were left open, if no guards stood between her and the edge of this fortress, somewhere deep in the maze of Eluvians, Shaeri still could not leave.
Another thing that she needs to remember to be terrified about.
Shaeri hears footsteps coming down the hall. His footsteps. She quickly shoves her journal back into its hiding spot, putting the section of wall back and hiding it behind a plush chair so soft that she has fallen asleep on it convinced it was a cloud. Everything in her suite is lush and luxurious - only the best for the Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste, the -
Her thoughts grind to a halt as she sees Solas enter. Her body responds to his presence in an instinctive, elegant gesture. Shaeri falls to her knees in front of him and feels warmth begin to radiate from her entire body. Fen’Harel is here. Her Master is here.
He trails a hand down her face, his answering smile beneficent and approving. “There she is,” he says, and his voice makes her shiver. “My devoted slave.”
“Yes Master,” she breathes, face still upturned, eyes still locked onto his gaze.
“Show me how much you missed me,” he says. Shaeri gasps as he follows the words with a caress of power, a tug on that direct connection between them. Thoughts and emotions flood her as though it had been her mind that prompted them. loveserveworship…
Her mind blanks completely, and her next conscious thought comes when she feels her tongue swirl around the tip of his erection, tastes the salt and thickness of the liquid that comes from her Master’s cock. Shaeri feels giddiness threaten to overtake her, that she can bring such pleasure to Fen’Harel. Her, and only her. She knows that to be true. He swore it, that even though she had been unfaithful to him he had remained completely faithful to her …
Cullen.
The name fades as quickly as it had come and Shaeri is lost in her Master. She feels some of his magic keeping her hands pinned behind her back so that she may not touch herself - or him. He wants her attention to be fully on the task of worshipping his cock. And right now, Shaeri is only too glad to do so.
She feels his hand on her chin and takes him deeper into her mouth, as she knows he wants. She begins to suck, and his low moan sends a shiver of delight through her. She knows that her own juices are leaking onto the floor, that her own need will go unmet until his is done. She does not mind. It is her duty to serve her Master Fen’Harel however he wishes, and her pleasure. He has made certain that both of those things are true.
Shaeri is startled when he pulls his cock out of her mouth while it is still hard. “M-master?” she says, her voice trembling. “Have I done something -“
Before she can finish the sentence Fen’Harel has pinned her to the floor and is sliding himself inside of her. Shaeri cries out and clutches at him, whimpering softly in pleasure and encouragement. “How easily tamed you are,” he breathes. “A single thrust, and you are undone.”
Shaeri can only whimper in reply.
“It is a sign,” he says, continuing to move. His words start to come in ragged gasps. “A sign - of how all - your people - will fall - before me.” On the last word, he spends himself, and Shaeri is swept away in a tide of ecstasy.
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