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The Inquisitor's Diversions	By : Komandr Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 13678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Inquisitor's Diversions
- 2-Of Iron
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Author's notes, but I'll make them quick. I've written a lot, but I've never written smut. I apologize for any amateurish-ness.
Inquisitor here is a female rogue Lavellan who just. . .likes sex. A lot. She'd probably identify as pan, so there'll be a little bit of everything. I haven't found a lot of stories like that. I'm not going anywhere near Dorian. I don't read a lot of M/M smut, and I'm not about to diminish his storyline by making him bi.
No "real" non-con, but there will be BDSM situations..Let me know how I'm doing, please. Much of this, if not all, is first draft stuff, and will be posted with little editing. I'm not brave enough to edit this before I post it because I will definitely chicken out. Not going to pay a lot of attention to storyline, either. We all know the story already.
First chapter is solo/fantasy with toys. There will be more, obviously. (If I don't chicken out.)
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Honestly, she's not sure where to start.
As soon as she wakes up from the. . .closing of the whatsit, she can't help scoping everyone in camp out. And Fade take her, everyone here is so pretty.
First, there's the elven mage who apparently kept her alive. He's cute. Strangely cute. Her first thought wasn't about sex, but about how he'd be to snuggle with. She bets he's a snuggler.
Then there's the dwarf. Honestly, she's not usually into dwarves, but he's strangely attractive, well-spoken, and well-traveled. It doesn't hurt that he's cheeky.
The Seeker. . .honestly, watching the Seeker go after a training dummy leaves her wet. She can't help wondering if the stern woman puts that kind of focus and passion into everything.
Ambassador Josephine is gorgeous. After she leaves the war room, she takes a moment to watch her hips sway and wonder what her curves would feel like.
Nightingale, too, is gorgeous. But she's a cooler, calmer kind of beauty than the Ambassador. Ellana wants to see what would happen if someone made her come apart at the seams.
And the Commander, oh, the Commander. When she speaks to him, gently flirts, he turns so red under the collar. But watching him walk, the way he carries himself, leaves her wanting in a strange way. Perhaps it's the muscles.
After walking around camp, seeing the pretty women in their Chantry robes, all the remnants in templar armor, all the boys lifting and sweating, she goes back to her cabin. There, she indulges herself in the dirtiest -- well, not quite, but close -- fantasy of her life.
Lock the door. Pull the blinds. A careful, slow strip, where she lets herself admire her body as she does it. She's pretty, and she knows it, and everyone else enjoys it, too. There's a stand with plate armor on the far side of the room, and though the reflection is warped, she can see herself in it. Her breasts are full, just as full as her hips and the ass that goes with them, and her waist small. More than one person has commented on her lips and her mouth, breathless as she teased them with it. Her favorite part is her eyes, personally. While they're large and soft, and she can use them that way, they're also expressive when she lets them be. No easier way to hype someone up than with sly, sensuous looks, after all.
A cursory search turns up just what she wants: two thick candles and what looks to be hair oil. So she curls into the pillow on her bed and relaxes, eyes closed. Part of her almost regrets she locked the door. Many people havev told her she makes a pretty picture this way: naked, wanting, long hair all about her. Her fingers drift. She imagines.
She imagines the Commander beneath her, splitting her wide with his cock. She's certain it's a lovely cock, thick and long, and he's not a small man. With him beneath her, she imagines Solas behind her. She felt him watching her while she fought. Her armor lets her figure show, and his eyes were firmly pinned to her ass more than once. So she imagines him spreading her cheeks, gently dripping oil everywhere, teasing her. Teasing her by gently slipping fingers inside her tight pucker, teasing her by settling his cock in the cleft of her ass and rocking. . . waiting until she begs before sliding his cock inside her ass. His cock will be lovely and long, she's sure, though perhaps not over-thick.
And then she has a momentary dilemma. Who else does she want to -- no, no longer a dilemma. Varric, standing over her while both Solas and Cullen fill her, rutting between her breasts. His swagger means he's certainly thick, though she doesn't know about length. The thought of a cock -- his cock -- between her breasts, brushing her nipples with every thrust, listening to his grunts, makes her so wet it's painful.
Wet. . . Eyes still closed, pussy and ass both stuffed with the candles she's found, she places an imaginary Seeker straddling her mouth. There's little she loves more than taking people apart with her mouth. Cassandra's pussy is sweet and tight, surely. Lips around her clit, tongue playing as she pleases, cum rushing over her chin. . .mmm. And to finish the tableau, she lets Josephine and Leliana please each other beside her.
Finally, she's pleased with her tableau. Cullen in her pussy, Solas in her ass, Varric between her breasts, Cassandra in her mouth, and the two female advisors beside her. So she lets her play begin in earnest. Carefully, she begins fucking herself with the larger of the two candles, the one standing in for Cullen. It's huge, and stretches her, and when she's adjusted to the movement, she starts with the other. Her eyes stay closed the entire time, imagining the scene.
Cullen's hands, heavy on her hips, Solas's right above them. The Commander, groaning and desperately fucking her, thrusting into her with every bit of leverage he can gather. He stretches her, tests her limits, makes her nearly scream. Solas driving into her ass, filling her again and again, making her eyes roll back into her head. They're perfectly in rhythm. One thrusts, the other withdraws. She can feel them brush against each other through the thin wall separating them. That does make her scream.
Varric's hands on her tits. His voice groaning, "Fuck, Ellana," as he uses them however he pleases. Pinching her nipples, letting his hips buck into her, his balls slapping against the bottom of her tits. He's even helpful, helping her with Cassandra when he can. But for the most part, Ellana keeps the Seeker's delicious pussy all to herself. She devours it, finger fucking the other woman, sliding her tongue in alongside all four of her fingers, mouthing her clit and gently nibbling.
And then, too, Leliana and Josephine in the background. Feminine moans and whispers, each begging the other for more.
"Fuck!" she whimpers when she comes, and keeps going, sitting up and readjusting, riding her makeshift toys as hard as she can. Bucking, twitching, whimpering, all fall from her lips, along with swearing and mumbled prayers.
They. . .she wonders what it would be like to have them all cum on her? Inside her?
Cassandra, spilling over her mouth, choking her with hot floods of delicious cum. Varric, leaving sticky trails all over her tits. Solas, withdrawing from her ass, leaving the slick dripping from her. Cullen, filling her pussy so full she doesn't want to move. And. . .mm, she imagines the two female advisors standing. They come to her, and they each claim a leg. They rut against it, touching each other, touching her, until they cry out. She wants them to leave her legs slick, her pussy and ass full, her face wet and body just dripping in their cum.
When she's finished, there's a large, large wet spot on the bed. She's not sated, but it has to do for now. "The Inquisition. . ." she muses to herself. "Mmm."
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