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[She laughs, breathless and warm and rests her arms about his shoulders. It feels like something out of one of those novels they tell ladies not to read, but they sneak glimpses of my candlelight anyhow. The unrealistic expectations of sex and marriage that always seemed so unattainable. Men do not care for a woman's pleasure, an idea that seems silly at best to think of. Women don't enjoy sex. It's just a necessity. But the fantasy doesn't seem so far away in this place, not in the way heat pools between her legs and her body longs for his touch.

She presses against him, moaning into the kiss, an unfamiliar hunger welling up inside of her. When he says he'll take care of her, she believes it, without a shadow of doubt. There's the distinct feeling she's going to be learning more tonight than she ever had in her years of marriage. Aegon, after all, had never pulled her against him like this, or kissed her like he would devour her.

She squirms a bit in his lap, pressing her hips against his, her hands pulling at his clothes.]

[ Letting her take the lead is easy, simple; Solas lets her pull at his clothes and slide them away, the comforting fabrics of this house allowing easier access to his skin than anything he might have worn in Thedas, the layers of leather and cotton and armour that kept him apart from the world. He had been distant because he had to be, but here, in this strange realm...

He can be himself, in a way he could not before. Not a God, not Fen'Harel, not the Dread Wolf; just Solas, and Solas alone.

Hips rock against hers, grinding against her, as he kisses her and gives her all that he has. One hand strokes down her back, along the careful shape of her spine, and when he leans back to press his mouth along her jaw, her neck, he breathes out softly. ]

Lie back. Will you allow me to please you?

[She sighs, sweet and content as she slides her hands against his skin, feeling the warmth that becomes shared between them. She wants to count each freckle and make shapes between them, hands clinging as her head tilts back for him.]

You're already pleasing me. [There's a laugh in her voice again though she pulls back some to look at him with confused curiosity. She'd been hoping to stay like this a while longer, kissing and touching, but, she supposes, he is still a man. It's only natural he'd want to get right into fucking her.

So Helaena shifts back to lie against the bed, propped up by the pillows there, pulling her slip up about her hips, her knees together out of habit more than a sense of modesty.] How do you want me?

[ Solas hums softly as she moves, watching her - and then he's reaching out, careful. He adjusts the pillows to make her as comfortable as he can manage, stroking his knuckle over her jaw gently before he leans in to take another kiss, and then another. They're slow, careful things, tender, almost in the way that he pushes closer and smiles against her mouth.

She is wonderful, he thinks, and he wants to show her his appreciation for her curiosity, for the way she asks questions, trades secrets with him as if they have known each other for a lifetime or more. ]

Lean back, and stay comfortable.

[ His kisses move to her neck, as his hand sneaks up under the soft fabric of her shift, sliding between her legs. He intends to tease her, at first, before he makes his way down to pleasure her, and two fingers curl against her as he nips gently at the skin of her collarbone. ]

[The kisses ignite her all over again, her thighs pressing together for relief from it. Her body already runs hotter than most non-Targaryens, but it feels like her blood is lighting up in response to him. She longs for it to last, but bites back the words in favor of trusting the process. There's always more to him than it first seems.

Helaena smiles, tiling her head for him once more and allowing her eyes to close and focus on the feeling.] Solas... [She sighs his name before it turns into a gasp as his fingers touch her, her hands clenching in surprise where they've rested on his shoulders. She's wetter than she expected, but not embarrassed as she parts her legs for him,] You don't have to play. [Confused, amused again, as if Solas is somehow going off script (because he is) and she's not sure how to get him back on track]

I am aware that it is not a requirement, but it is enjoyable nevertheless.

[ It would be cruel of him to think ill of her previous partners, but if she doesn't regard this as a natural aspect of two people engaged in sex with one another then... Perhaps he is doing her more of a service than he had originally imagined.

Shaking his head, he leans down, kissing her chest, now, making his way towards her breasts, even as his fingers continue to explore her, carefully sliding his fingers into her, curling them just so. ]

I said I would take care of you and I meant it.

You are-- Ah!-- a strange one. [But it's not said unkindly; she delights in it, in fact, gasping out as his fingers curl into her. It's a strange feeling, but not an unwelcome one. She closes her eyes, sighing out as she squeezes around his fingers, pressing her hips forward in an effort to take more, feel more.] But I like it, I won't fault you for it.

[His strangeness is her pleasure--literally, in this case. It feels nice to have someone take their time and truly want her and not just a place to stick their dicks in. Children aren't the only goal here. Pleasure, giving and receiving, the gentle knowing of each other, the intimacy of it all. It's... beautiful. She sighs again, one hand sliding up over his neck and to his ears, sliding one thumb over the tip of it]

[ His focus falters a little as her fingers brush over the tip of his ear, making his eyes flicker and a soft noise slip from his mouth. It's not necessarily the most sensitive part of his body, but he's already flushed, already excited, and it sends a spark of excitement through him. Turning into her touch, he tries to kiss her wherever he can - wrist, palm, fingers, whatever is in reach. ]

It has been said before. [ And would likely be said again.

Surging forward to kiss her one more time, he begins to sink down her body, even as his fingers continue, thumb pressing to nudge gently at her clit. ]

[Laughter comes too easily to her with him, the smile an almost permanent fixture now as she watches him with half-lidded eyes. There's more she wants to say, but for the life of her she can't remember any of it, the thoughts fleeing from her head as his thumb touches her clit. The shock of pleasure makes her twitch, pressing against his fingers in a bid for more as she gasps.

She clenches around his fingers once more, barely registering for a moment as he begins to move himself down as well. She'd known this place would teach her new things, but she'd thought, at least, that she had the sex part understood. The warmth settles in her belly, and she presses a free hand against the sheets to clench at them if need be] Do that again.

[ She acts as if no one has ever pleasured her before, and Solas feels a rush of pleasure at being someone who can gift her this, who can offer her the gift of his affection. It does not matter to him if he does not get the same in return, not if he is the one who is able to take care of her, not if he is the one who is able to see her react like this.

Lips curling, he nods, kissing her hip gently before his thumb presses again, playing with her, just a little. He wants to see her come, wants to see her fall apart, but at the same time... He can't deny the urge to tease her. ]

Anything.

[She moans again, pressing her head back against the pillows. Her mind focuses in on the unfamiliar pleasure, chasing after it. Was this something she could've been doing all this time? Was this pleasure always just there, and she never bothered to know it? When she can think better later, she'll have to thank him. Maybe a nice fruit basket, or a dragon.

Questions come and go fleeting through her mind, none of them serious enough to stay and none important enough to make her want to get her wits about her to ask them. The heat builds, deep inside of her.] Ah, please... [She can only half-think of what she's asking for, more of the pleasure he's giving her, more of whatever it is he can show her. She wants to know it all]

[ There is no need for her to beg, Solas thinks, there is no need for her to ask for any more than what he is already giving her; he settles between her legs and makes sure her shift is out of the way, lifting her leg to hook it over his shoulder, to stretch her out just a little.

Soft kisses press along her inner thighs, his hand still working over her, stroking her gently. It is not bullying her towards completion, not pushing her to it, but teasing her, soft and slow and so careful. His lips curl, teeth scraping against her skin before he turns his head up to look at her. ]

May I use my mouth?

[She lets him move her, trusting him; he seems to know more about what he's doing here than she does, and she can't deny that she's eager to see what trick he'll pull out next. She finds her eyes transfixed on the image, him laying between her legs, his mouth on her skin. She feels it as much as she sees it, hardly able to connect that it's happening to her. What man did such a thing so gleefully? Her heart beat erratically against her chest, emotion swelling up that she can't think to name at the moment.

Perhaps it isn't so remarkable, and perhaps it shouldn't be. But it feels like he's laid the world at her feet to explore while wanting nothing in return for it.] Your mouth? [Slightly-- Not exasperated, really. Bewildered, more, as if to say 'what else could you possibly have to surprise me with?' But she nods, not hard to see where he's going with this, but scarcely believing it all the same. So strange, but she wouldn't trade him for anything right now] Show me. ['Show me what you can do.']

[ Show me, she asks, and Solas is determined.

Helaena's leg is hooked over his shoulder, giving him easier access to her; with his fingers moving, curling to bring her please with careful exploration, it seems almost too easy to adjust his position and press his mouth to the edge of her stomach, to begin to move lower, to seek her out.

His own cock is hard between his legs, hips rocking absently into the shape of the bed below him, but he doesn't care about that. What he cares about is holding her open with the thumb that had been on her clit, to making sure that she is well taken care of - and he does go slowly, wondering at her inexperience. To be married and a mother...

Careful, so careful with her, he presses his tongue flat against her clit, dragging it over her in the way he would have his thumb moments before, tasting her with a low, quiet noise of genuine pleasure. ]

[In the back of her mind, she'd known what he meant when he said he wanted to use his mouth. This shouldn't have been a shock to her at all, but somehow, still, it makes her face blaze red and she makes a strangled gasping noise at the first touch of his tongue to her clit.] Fuck-- [The uncharacteristic curse is ripped from her as she presses her head back, her heel pressing against Solas's back.

The pleasure that shocks through her leaves her breathless, the pleasure coiling tight and unfamiliar in her stomach. What has she been missing out on all this time? How had no one thought to tell or teach her of this?

How had she never known that someone else could actually enjoy doing this to her?] Solas-- [Another gasp and encouraging moan of his name, thighs trembling as she tries to keep herself from thrusting up to grind against his face]

[ Her delight is ambrosia to Solas, who chases it with all the determination that he can muster. He is a dedicated lover, determined to do what he can to inspire pleasure in those he beds, and he will not falter here, not when her enjoyment is so obvious and so sharp. He wants her to remember this with joy, with happiness, and the fingers of his free hand curl around her leg.

He does not hold her in place no more than he pushes her to do anything; his focus is on dragging his tongue over her clit, in worship and joy, and as he leans closer his fingers continue to move, to thrust in and out of her to combine the pleasure.

When he pauses to breathe, he tilts his gaze up to her. ]

You can move. Use me at your leisure.

[Was it possible to go insane from this? She feels like she might be going completely out of her head, trying to remember how to just breathe under the ministrations of his tongue, the thrust of his fingers.

And of course he notices her holding back, because why wouldn't he? So observant. Maybe too observant. She can't even laugh, just moans and rolls her hips without needing to be told twice, hands clutching at the sheets as she arches up into him. It's managing to be too much and not enough at the same time, with Helaena unable to tell if it had been seconds or minutes or hours as they continue.]

I'm going to... [She doesn't have the word for it even, or maybe she does, hovering somewhere beyond her tongue but unable to voice it. The pleasure is coiling tighter, Helaena teetering on the edge of orgasm ]

[ Solas does not pause.

Why would he, when she is so close? He does not intend this to be the only time she enjoys herself tonight, the only time her orgasm takes her over and leaves her satisfied and fulfilled. What he wants to do is devote himself to hours between her legs if he can, with hand and mouth and cock if she'll allow it, to take care of her and show her his affection.

Fingers gripping at her thighs, he redoubles his efforts, curling his tongue over her and then, in a moment of deep fascination, sucking gently at her clit to see if it is enough to throw her over the edge. ]

[She squeezes her eyes shut, her breathing come out in quick, short pants. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, leaving her trembling and fucking against his face as she chases it, knowing the end was in sight.

Then his lips close around her clit and before she can think to say anything, the coil bursts. She manages a loud cry before it takes her breath away, the bright burst of it leaving her dazed as she collapses back against the pillows, trying to remember how to breathe and how to get her mind working again.]

That's... [Ugh. Why did words have to be so hard?] Why haven't I...felt this before? [She manages to murmur out, bewildered. A tragedy in all senses, but she knew it now, and knew now to not settle for less. But damn.]

I do have to wonder at the work your previous lovers have put in to your pleasure.

[ Solas leans back, his fingers still working inside her to try and prolong the pleasure as much as he can. He's still blindingly hard, distractingly so, but he's not going to stop without making sure that he has given her everything that he possibly can.

Turning his head, he kisses her hip again, gentle and almost fond. ]

But I did give you my word.

None. [She laughs a little.] I had to give an heir. I gave one, and an extra. No need for anything further after that... [She trails off, the pleasure ebbing and flowing through her like a gentle wave now.

She smiles at him, lazy and content, letting go of the sheets and untwisting a hand so she can slide it over Solas's head, over one ear again] You did, and very well. I've never felt like that before. Are you sure it wasn't just magic? [She laughs again, understanding now why so many men want to just roll over and go to sleep afterwards]

Won't you let me take care of your needs now?

Then consider it my pleasure to have been able to introduce you to it.

[ Solas tilts into her touch, content and happy with the affection after taking such care of her. The praise settles and comforts him, and he turns his head to kiss the tip of her finger before he focuses back between her legs, no hesitation inside of him as he gazes at her. ]

What if I am not finished?

[ And, to test her sensitivity, he thumbs her clit idly. ]

What do you-- Oh! [She yelps a little, jerking in surprise at the shock it gives her when he touches her clit again. It's not painful, her blood warming again in eager response, but she bites on her lower lip and frowns at him in mock-disapproval]

Now you're being terrible. [but there's a glint to her eyes, eager to take what he'll give, to learn what he will show. Men from her experience can really only do it once before they roll over to sleep or leave or what-have-you. Figures it would be different and unstudied for women. Her tone is a bit breathless and she can't fight back the smile, expression encouraging despite her words] Are you teasing me again?

[ Solas cannot help the slow curl of his lips, the contentment he feels at seeing her doing something as simple as enjoying herself, resting his chin against her hip for a moment as he watches her. It doesn't seem as if she is painfully sensitive, but he's not going to force her into anything she's not quite prepared for. ]

Is it teasing if I intend to follow through?

[ He kisses her skin, up to her stomach, against the swell of her breast. ]

I would have you come for me a second time.

[She feels lazy and content, his hands and mouth on her, his fingers in her, feeling as natural as could be. There's no reason for her to feel hurried or anxious or uncomfortable. The pleasure ebbs and flows, a comfortable haze.

Helaena hums, stroking a hand against his head, down his neck, before she pauses, expression contemplative.] ...Can I? [She sits up a little on one elbow, eyes shining with delight. It's not an ask for permission, rather a confirmation that it's even able to happen] So soon?

[it feels like running an experiment, the thrill of discovering something new.]

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