Dragon Age: Inquisition
fanfic. Not written seriously, so please chill and just enjoy.
"Alright, everybody. Good job! The meeting's closed." Inquisitor Herah Adaar announced and smiled at her councilors.
Former templar Cullen, handsome and blond, wearing armor as befits the commander of the Inquisition army. Spymaster Leliana, as deadly as mysterious, clad in a chainmail and a purple hood, the cloth hiding a slender face and red hair.
And Josephine Montyliet. The chief diplomat from Antivia. Dark-haired, dark-skinned beauty. In a kind of silly, puffy attire, but she was so pretty she could rock even that look.
Josephine smiled back and Herah felt her cheeks darkening, coloring her grey skin red. Not that she and the Antivian were an item or something. Yet, they flirted enough for the qunari to develop a little crush, with the potential to become something more in the future.
So Herah lingered a little with her departure, wishing for some flirtatious small talk with the diplomat, but suddenly she heard Leliana addressing her.
"Inquisitor?" The woman in question looked down at the spymaster. Not because of pride or something, but simply because of height differences between the two, with qunari being much taller than humans. "May I have a little of your time? Some reports from the Bull came, and I want your qunari eyes on it."
"Sure. But remember, I'm no part of the Qun, never was, so my insight may not be as valuable as you think."
"Still, poor insight's better than no insight," Leliana answered and shifted to the exit. Together, the two women left the war room, with Herah taking the last longing gaze over Josephine.
Leliana of course saw that, her bard training allowing her to pick up even the smallest clues, let alone so obvious ones. She didn't act on it though. "
If she wanted to confess, she would come.
"
"So, no Qun, no Maker," Leliana spoke walking fast, trying to keep up with the tall qunari, even if the latter was walking slow (for her). "Do you believe in anything?"
"Of course," Herah answered. The question made her reminiscent of the beginning of the Inquisition, when due to her mark she was believed by many to be the Herald of Andraste, doing the Maker's work. She hated it, but in time got used to it. "In myself. In hard work. In magic. In love. Those kinds of things."
"Why so?"
"I don't like the idea of something controlling my life. No matter if some divine power like the Maker or something coming from a mere mortal like the Qun." The Tal-Vasoth explained.
Talking about that, the two women soon reached the door to the base of the tower Leliana's been residing in... But then Herah hit her forehead with an open palm. Leliana looked at her curiously, her hand already on the doorknob.
"Damn!" The qunari swore. "I forgot my glasses from the war room. I can't read without them."
Leliana glanced at the Inquisitor's long legs, hidden under the long black skirt. "
Oh no, I won't be running after her again.
"
"Go grab them then. We'll meet at the top." The spymaster said, smiling before disappearing behind the doors.
Thus Herah wandered back with quick steps, seeing that Josephine still hadn't returned to her desk. "
What's taking her so long?
"
A few steps later the qunari suddenly stopped, when some weird sounds reached her ears - sound coming from the council room. There was something like a grunt, followed by a thud. "
What the...?
"
Curious about the unexpected sounds, she changed her pace, going through the corridor sneakily, trying to be as quiet as possible for a qunari mage. The sounds became louder the closer she went, being now able to discern both Josephine's and Cullen's voices. "
Are they having a sparing or something? Maybe she asked him to teach her a swordfight? But why aren't they using a training ground?
"
The door was ajar and Herah peeked through the crack curiously. What she saw surprised her so much that she had to cover her mouth.
Indeed, Josephine and Cullen were still in the war room, panting. But they weren't dueling.
They were having sex.
Josephine was bent over the war table, her hands clasped on the edges, knuckles white when she received a hard pounding from Cullen. His hands were on her hips, keeping her in place, though the table was still cracking under the force of his thrusts.
Both lovers were mostly still in their clothes, with just their pants dropped to their ankles. The only discarded parts were the commander's armor and fur, the latter lying on the floor not far from them.
"
They had to be in so much hurry!
" Even so, a good portion of their skin was exposed, especially where their bodies met, creating a beautiful contrast between Cullen's pale tone and Josephine's dark complexion.
In her first instinct, Herah wanted to storm into the room and yell at them. "
Having sex in the war room! So risky, someone might see!
" But it took only a second for a view to arouse her... sexually arouse her.
Ever more, when she heard Cullen's whisper.
"Oh, Maker, Josie." The former templar didn't stop his movement even for a moment. "Your ass is so tight."
The sentence made Herah bite her own hand, because if not, she'd for sure gasp. "
Anal! They're doing anal!
"
Anal sex wasn't anything abnormal in Qunari or Tal-Vasoth societies, but she knew that for many humans it was kind of taboo, like a forbidden fruit or ultimate debauchery. And yet, two of her advisors were right now doing it in the war room.
Her
war room.
"Oh, fuck, it's so hot." The Inquisitor allowed herself a needy whisper and moved her hand into her skirt. She didn't wear any panties.