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When Rook challenged him in the Crossroads, Lucanis expected her to give in once she saw he was serious. Instead, she fought back like a wild animal, and his base instincts kicked in. Lucanis was at his best in a close quarters fight, and had found himself engaged in hand-to-hand combat many times in the field. Rook, on the other hand, usually relied on speed and bursts of force to remain out of her enemy’s reach while dealing damage. Lucanis had the advantage of both skill and size.
He had no intentions of hurting her, however, and he was sure she knew that. A handicap they shared, as Rook was clearly not dealing blows that she might have in a true fight. This knowledge, combined with her ridiculous stubbornness, had Lucanis feeling less distressed and more amused as they wrestled.
When they tumbled to the ground together, he felt Spite stir, the demon’s rising interest rippling under his skin and leaving him with goosebumps. Spite didn’t say anything, but Lucanis could feel his excitement as he pressed forward, keen on this apparent fight that lacked any real violence. The proximity to Rook and the adrenaline of their situation quickly shifted to arousal, and he’d acted on that feeling without really thinking. And Rook responded.
Now, Lucanis intended to keep his promise to pick up where they’d left off in the safety of their lighthouse chambers. Stripped down to nothing but her panties and tightly pinned underneath him, Rook’s eyes were bright with curiosity.
“That's not fair, you tricked me.” She pouted as she tried to slip free of his grasp, but he kept her still, leaning down to kiss her jaw.
“Mhm, and you tricked me earlier today.” She turned her face to try and kiss him as he spoke, and he pulled out of her reach, clicking his tongue in faux disapproval.
“Then…” Rook strained against his grip as she spoke, “I’ll make it up to you now.” Her eyes flickered down to where he straddled her hips, trying to shift herself up against him. He tilted just out of her reach, and she huffed in frustration.
“Yes… But on my terms.” He murmured, leaning over her once more, and she shivered as he licked her. It was a deliberate repetition of his actions during their struggle in the Crossroads. He moved to her throat next, nipping delicately as she gasped. He glanced up at her, and her eyes went wide with realization as he grinned, flipping her onto her stomach, just as he'd done that afternoon.
“I wasn’t sure I could use that same trick twice.” Lucanis chuckled as she twisted and squirmed, and he leaned over her back, running his free hand along her spine as he did. “Now,” He purred in her ear, the smell of her hair intoxicating after her bath, “Earlier, I asked nicely if you would be a good girl.” Rook whimpered as he trailed his hand down, pulling at the ties of her underwear and tossing the fabric aside, before resting his palm along her bare ass.
“Will you be good this time?” He placed his lips against her skin, and felt her nod. He kissed her neck, and she moaned as he slid his hand inward, gently grazing the moisture between her legs. He dipped his fingers inside of her, and she squirmed with need. “I don’t believe you.” He whispered, removing his hand as she gasped and tried to turn back to look at him.
She whined, trying to squeeze her legs together, but he had her firmly secured with his knees. He undid his pants carefully, freeing his cock to stroke himself.
“You'll have to convince me.” He couldn't see her face from this angle, but he could imagine the flush of her cheeks as she stammered out a response.
“I… How?” She sounded desperate, and Lucanis had to take a steadying breath to quell his own impatience.
“Stay still.” He murmured, loosening his grip on her. She curled her fingers into the cushions, but kept her hands where he left them above her head. He ran his hands down her back, pausing to trace the jagged scar by her left shoulder blade. “Where is this one from?” He felt her breath catch, just for a moment.
“… A job. Caught a blade.” He nodded, despite the fact that she couldn’t see him, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to it. She tensed, but remained still.
He trailed his fingers down to the next one, an odd crescent shape, pale white against her skin. “This one?” She sighed, silent for a beat longer than she was for the first one.
“Boot. The house master in Ventus.” Lucanis paused, feeling the old wound under his fingers before repeating the process with his lips.
The next one was lower, a raised line arcing across the back of her ribs. He didn’t get a chance to ask. As his fingers grazed it, she simply said “Antaam.” He placed another kiss.
She’d remained obediently motionless for his entire exploration, and he placed his hands between her legs, stroking her inner thighs. “Remember, keep still.” He reminded her softly, before sliding one hand upward. She made a muffled sound as he touched her, trembling with the effort of keeping herself from squirming as he stretched her open with his fingers.
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“All of your scars, I wish I could have prevented them.” Lucanis’ voice drifted up to her as she quivered, trying to follow his instructions even as he set her nerves on fire. She was glad to have her face pressed into the cushions, where he couldn’t see her shame. Evidence of past mistakes, forever etched into her skin.
A job where she’d been distracted, her opponent managing to strike a blow while her back was turned. The blade was coated in poison, a possibility she should have been prepared for, yet wasn’t. She spent three days in a warehouse before Viago found her, feverish and sick from infection.
The boot of the house master in Ventus, she’d spilled an entire carafe of wine and he’d stomped on her furiously. Rook was a child, but even then, she’d known better than to slip up in front of the master. She didn’t remember the details of what followed, only that the other kitchen slaves had hidden her in a cupboard for what felt like weeks while she recovered, bringing her water and stale bread crusts in secret.
And of course, her infamous brawl with the Antaam patrol, the daring rescue that put her in Varric’s path. That scar was one she wasn't ashamed of, she’d taken a blow for Varric as he fought alongside her. The adrenaline of the fight was intense, and she didn't even realize it had pierced her armor until after. Varric insisted that she'd saved his life, he called her a hero. It was the first time in her life she'd ever been praised for slipping up and being reckless.
She couldn't help the shudder that ran through her as Lucanis slid his fingers upwards, stroking the little bundle of nerves that caused her toes to curl with pleasure. His reverent touch combined with the juxtaposition of her burning shame over his examination of her scars had tears pricking her eyes, leaving her unsure how to feel. “Do you think they’re ugly?”
The question tumbled forth before she could think better of it, and she felt him freeze. She suppressed a groan as he removed his fingers, but sighed at the warm weight of his body against her back. “Rook.” His voice was soft in her ear, the edge of command momentarily absent. “I don’t think any part of you is ugly.” He pressed his lips to her neck, peppering quick pecks all the way down to her shoulders.
“I think you're strong. You survive... impossible things.” A hint of strain entered his voice again. “That doesn't mean I don't want to protect you.” Rook startled at the unexpected return of his fingers, grabbing at the fabric of the couch as she tried to keep herself from grinding down on his hand. “Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming out of danger.”
The words were teasing, but there was a roughness to his tone, the familiar weight of a promise. His touch mirrored his words, light but insistent. She let out a cry as he ran his thumb directly over her clit, before disappearing once more. She heard the rustle of fabric, and burned with the effort of not turning back to look.
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He positioned himself behind her, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock as he coated himself in her arousal. “Lucanis.” She whimpered his name, needy and fully exposed to him. He placed both hands at her hips, tugging her towards him as he angled himself at her entrance.
“You’ve been very good, mi amor.” He was nearly as desperate as she was, her submission stirring him just as much as her defiance. He reached underneath her, tracing slow circles around her clit as he eased himself inside of her. “You’re perfect.” He murmured, punctuating his words with a slow rock of his hips. “Even when you are stubborn and unreasonable.” Rook cried out as he pulled almost all the way out of her before burying his cock in her again, setting a quick, rough tempo.
He felt her walls clench around him as she writhed against the cushions, and he caught her wrists as she tried to yank them down. Spite’s desires seemed to fuse with his own, making it impossible to tell his actions from the demon’s as they both surged forward, a purple glow descending over Rook’s back when his wings manifested. “I… I can’t stay still… if you…” Rook pleaded with him between breathless moans.
He released her hands as he pulled out of her, rolling her on to her back before sheathing himself within her again. She reached for him, and he didn’t stop her this time, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck. He kept his hands at her hips, simultaneously guiding her and holding her steady as he resumed his brutal pace.
Rook was tugging at him, trying to pull him closer as she tightened around him, her orgasm shuddering through her. The haze of pleasure and Spite’s heavy presence muddled his thoughts, and he didn’t even notice the way her nails were digging in to him. It was only when she called out to him, her voice shaky and uncertain, that his attention snapped back to her. “Lucanis, please let me… I want to hold you.”
There was a brief rush of shame, the realization that he'd fallen into an old habit, holding her at arms length in the most literal sense. Lucanis rushed to gather her in his arms, kissing her as he re-focused his movements. He kept his thrusts deliberate and intentional as he felt his own release fast approaching, and he dropped his forehead against the cushions next to her with a groan. He focused on her hands in his hair and the sounds that escaped her lips, determined to make up for his momentary absence. She gave herself freely, and as much as he wanted to do the same, it didn't come as naturally to him.
He remained connected with her even as he went soft, trying to think of what to say. “I’m… sorry. I was-” Rook cut him off with a gentle shushing noise.
“I imagine… Spite can be distracting.” He realized she was right, as she so often was. A similar thing had happened before, his intrusion both magnifying his pleasure while clouding his thoughts. “It doesn’t bother me.” His tension must have been obvious to her as she cradled him in her arms, speaking soothingly.
“It bothers me.” He grumbled, and she sighed. He closed his eyes, allowing himself the luxury of her comfort.
“What does Spite have to say about it?” Rook's words were like kindling on a fire, Spite flaring up noisily in Lucanis' mind. Let ME talk to her. Like BEFORE.
“He doesn’t usually talk very much while we’re… Well, now he’s insisting on talking to you. He wants a turn.” He didn’t bother hiding his irritation.
“He did fine the last time. Why not let him?” Lucanis snorted at that, finally shifting out of her and rolling to lie beside her.
“He did ‘fine,’ up until he jumped you.” Rook laughed at that, lacing her fingers through his.
“You gave him permission, if I remember correctly.” Spite cackled, preening under Rook’s defense of his behavior. Rook LIKES me. You CANNOT stop her.
Lucanis grudgingly agreed, he couldn’t stop Rook from her ridiculous coddling of Spite, no matter how much her apparent lack of caution unnerved him. He closed his eyes, allowing the demon’s will to wash through him, releasing his tight grip on the reins of control.