[ What a delicious conundrum for her. If she chooses his hand, she gets to continue kissing him. She gets to stay pressed up against him and hold him close, and of course that appeals to her terribly – but his mouth? Solas has always been able to make her see stars when he eats her out.
She wonders what that will be like with different anatomy.
Emalien moans her approval, marveling at the way she can feel his beautifully long fingers squeezing hot flesh. ]
Your clever tongue would be a most welcome place to start, I think.
[ She turns her face to find those lips again for another kiss, tongue sliding forward to tangle with Solas's – hot and deep and brief, closed with a graze of teeth as she leans back to look down between them. Curious, appraising, her leg tightens around him, flexing as she rocks forward, absently chasing the touch and the snug sleeve of his hand. ]
[ The urge to stay with his lips against her own is something that cannot be ignored, and he would gladly stand here and kiss her for hours upon end, would worship her with his touch and his sweetness. Solas would do anything she asked of him, as long as that meant that he was able to show her just how much he loved her, how much he adores her, how much he wanted to make up for all the things that had gone wrong.
When she moans against his mouth, all he can do is shiver, nuzzling into her. ]
Gladly.
[ Solas' mouth trails down her body as he falls to his knees, pressing kisses to her collarbone, to her neck, to the curve of her breast as his spare hand squeezes deliberately. He enjoys using his mouth on her, enjoys making sure that she feels good, and it does not stop.
Kneeling, dropped easily to bend before her, he lifts one of her legs to lift it around his shoulders. His mouth brushes along her hip, her thigh, deliberately teasing her as he nuzzles into her skin. ]
[ Emalien relishes the explorative touch. She feels alight with every brush of affection, a trail of sensation that makes her heart flutter, makes her stomach tighten and clench with anticipation. She pulls him closer with the leg hooked over his shoulder, hips tilting up to offer herself as his mouth travels tantalizingly higher. ]
Everything with you is enjoyable, my love.
[ She runs a hand over his smooth crown, squeezing the back of his neck to drag her fingernails up again. Her new cock waits in front of his face, an offering as much as temptation. ]
But I might have fantasized a time or two how you would look and feel with your lips wrapped around something more than polished wood.
[ She wonders if there might have been a moment or two to enjoy a dalliance with one of their fellow companions, someone to help her bring Solas to his knees, but their days in the Inquisition were full enough. ]
[ It is true that their coupling has always felt better than things he might have shared in the past, if only because they share a connection that goes beyond any other. It had been centuries, and Solas does not think that he had ever loved someone as sweetly as he loved Emalien.
Her fingers brush over his skin, and he sighs softly, pleased. ]
You should have said something before. You and I both know the power of dreams.
[ Another kiss to her hip, careful, and then he is angling himself, adjusting his weight on his knees so that he can take her cock into his mouth, to slide down and groan at the pleasure of it. ]
[ She should have mentioned something sooner, surely, but Emalien has had time to think and fantasize and dream, a muscle that she's built over time rather than something that came naturally to a mage. ]
Maybe so, but—
[ But whatever thoughts flittered through her mind are almost immediately banished by the hot mouth settling around her cock, the vibration of Solas's voice thrumming through her, burning hot in her belly and striking her eager need alight in an entirely new way. ]
Vhenan...
[ A throaty groan, her head falling back against stone as she basks in the subsuming heat of her lover's mouth. It's a different sensation entirely, a new way to experience her own nervous system, and Emalien can't get enough. She rocks forward, chasing, gasping at the pulsing pleasure that's nothing like being eaten out because her anatomy simply doesn't allow for this much physical touch. Solas may have a talented tongue, but experiencing it this way is a whole new world.
So this is why men like blowjobs so much. Makes sense. ]
[ It has been a long time, there's no denying that, and Solas is aware of his own thoughts now they've had so much distance between them. It was hard to not dwell on things they hadn't been able to do, all the ventures that had been kept from them because of his own choices, the nights that they might have had together stolen by his own hubris.
He had dreamed of her so often, and he knows she had seen him. She had chased him, and he had fled, the coward that he had been for so many months. Solas' desperation to see her had overridden his good sense, and all it had done was cause them more and more and more pain.
At least they had come together now: at least they had found each other now.
Even as he takes her deep, even as he lets himself sink along the cock she had made for their pleasure, his fingers stroke along her thighs, her hips, trying to keep the warm flood of his want obvious.
It has been a very long time since he has done anything like this, longer than before they had met, but it is not a skill he had forgotten in the time since his last venture. The taste is familiar, the motion of his body is familiar, the way he hums with sheer pleasure... That is an old friend.
[ Though Emalien sees no reason to admit it aloud, part of her touch remains so concrete, so solid because she's terrified that if she loosens her grip for a heartbeat, he'll disappear like fleeting moonlight as he had so many times in her dreams before. Her life is one long dream now, and if he decides to vanish again, she'll be truly alone. But she knows that if Solas wishes to leave her behind, it doesn't matter how tightly she tries to cling to his presence; he'll slip through her fingers as he had over and over and over again.
Fortunately for her fears, she wouldn't have come alongside Solas if she believed he would trap her as he had Rook. She trusted her trickster enough to give up everything – even if it's not exactly the first time such a thing has been asked of her. Ever since the Conclave, Emalien has forsaken more and more of herself for others, for the world, for the greater good.
Can she be blamed now for selfishly clinging to the piece of her heart that she has left?
Rather than let herself sink into old wounds, Emalien eagerly embraces the warm worship of Solas's mouth, swept up in novel pleasure that radiates outward from her pelvis, following the trail of his tongue. Breathless, gasping as she digs her nails into the meat of his shoulder, she tips her chin forward to watch, unable to tear her eyes away from the handsome and alluring sight of her lover's lips around such a new part of her body. ]
Solas—
[ She trails her free fingertips along his temple, down his cheek, following the hinge of his stretched jaw with as much worship in her touch as in his own. ]
You... you have no idea how irresistible you look like this. Ahh— I can hardly stand it...
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She wonders what that will be like with different anatomy.
Emalien moans her approval, marveling at the way she can feel his beautifully long fingers squeezing hot flesh. ]
Your clever tongue would be a most welcome place to start, I think.
[ She turns her face to find those lips again for another kiss, tongue sliding forward to tangle with Solas's – hot and deep and brief, closed with a graze of teeth as she leans back to look down between them. Curious, appraising, her leg tightens around him, flexing as she rocks forward, absently chasing the touch and the snug sleeve of his hand. ]
Well, that's new.
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When she moans against his mouth, all he can do is shiver, nuzzling into her. ]
Gladly.
[ Solas' mouth trails down her body as he falls to his knees, pressing kisses to her collarbone, to her neck, to the curve of her breast as his spare hand squeezes deliberately. He enjoys using his mouth on her, enjoys making sure that she feels good, and it does not stop.
Kneeling, dropped easily to bend before her, he lifts one of her legs to lift it around his shoulders. His mouth brushes along her hip, her thigh, deliberately teasing her as he nuzzles into her skin. ]
An enjoyable feeling, yes?
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Everything with you is enjoyable, my love.
[ She runs a hand over his smooth crown, squeezing the back of his neck to drag her fingernails up again. Her new cock waits in front of his face, an offering as much as temptation. ]
But I might have fantasized a time or two how you would look and feel with your lips wrapped around something more than polished wood.
[ She wonders if there might have been a moment or two to enjoy a dalliance with one of their fellow companions, someone to help her bring Solas to his knees, but their days in the Inquisition were full enough. ]
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[ It is true that their coupling has always felt better than things he might have shared in the past, if only because they share a connection that goes beyond any other. It had been centuries, and Solas does not think that he had ever loved someone as sweetly as he loved Emalien.
Her fingers brush over his skin, and he sighs softly, pleased. ]
You should have said something before. You and I both know the power of dreams.
[ Another kiss to her hip, careful, and then he is angling himself, adjusting his weight on his knees so that he can take her cock into his mouth, to slide down and groan at the pleasure of it. ]
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[ She should have mentioned something sooner, surely, but Emalien has had time to think and fantasize and dream, a muscle that she's built over time rather than something that came naturally to a mage. ]
Maybe so, but—
[ But whatever thoughts flittered through her mind are almost immediately banished by the hot mouth settling around her cock, the vibration of Solas's voice thrumming through her, burning hot in her belly and striking her eager need alight in an entirely new way. ]
Vhenan...
[ A throaty groan, her head falling back against stone as she basks in the subsuming heat of her lover's mouth. It's a different sensation entirely, a new way to experience her own nervous system, and Emalien can't get enough. She rocks forward, chasing, gasping at the pulsing pleasure that's nothing like being eaten out because her anatomy simply doesn't allow for this much physical touch. Solas may have a talented tongue, but experiencing it this way is a whole new world.
So this is why men like blowjobs so much. Makes sense. ]
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He had dreamed of her so often, and he knows she had seen him. She had chased him, and he had fled, the coward that he had been for so many months. Solas' desperation to see her had overridden his good sense, and all it had done was cause them more and more and more pain.
At least they had come together now: at least they had found each other now.
Even as he takes her deep, even as he lets himself sink along the cock she had made for their pleasure, his fingers stroke along her thighs, her hips, trying to keep the warm flood of his want obvious.
It has been a very long time since he has done anything like this, longer than before they had met, but it is not a skill he had forgotten in the time since his last venture. The taste is familiar, the motion of his body is familiar, the way he hums with sheer pleasure... That is an old friend.
His devotion to her is obvious in this, too. ]
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Fortunately for her fears, she wouldn't have come alongside Solas if she believed he would trap her as he had Rook. She trusted her trickster enough to give up everything – even if it's not exactly the first time such a thing has been asked of her. Ever since the Conclave, Emalien has forsaken more and more of herself for others, for the world, for the greater good.
Can she be blamed now for selfishly clinging to the piece of her heart that she has left?
Rather than let herself sink into old wounds, Emalien eagerly embraces the warm worship of Solas's mouth, swept up in novel pleasure that radiates outward from her pelvis, following the trail of his tongue. Breathless, gasping as she digs her nails into the meat of his shoulder, she tips her chin forward to watch, unable to tear her eyes away from the handsome and alluring sight of her lover's lips around such a new part of her body. ]
Solas—
[ She trails her free fingertips along his temple, down his cheek, following the hinge of his stretched jaw with as much worship in her touch as in his own. ]
You... you have no idea how irresistible you look like this. Ahh— I can hardly stand it...