Dragon Age Fic: Corrections – Josephine/M!Inquisitor (NC-17) 10/?

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Title: Corrections
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Rating: Adult
Character/Pairing: Josephine/M!Inquisitor
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Smut, romance, angst, fluff.
Summary: Josephine and Maxwell Travelyan met for the first time at Lady Trevelyan’s summer ball when they were young adults. Now, a decade later and Max is the Herald and Josephine his Ambassador.
Notes: Another Dragon Age Kink Meme prompt with a life of it’s own.  A WIP. Damn.

He laughed, pressing his hips into her with a slight groan and she reached down between them to pull open the laces at his waist.

“I cannot either, I was merely being polite.”

“What would you have done? If I had agreed?” she asked, she supposed she could guess, he could be terribly honourable at times and she pulled open his trousers enough for her to slip her hand into his smalls and wrap her fingers around his erection. He groaned, thrusting into her hand and he leaned into her, lips brushing her ear.

“I would make you watch as I pleasured myself, calling out your name, splashing my seed on your skin when I came.”

Josephine gasped, not expecting him to use such words and he grinned at her, the expression slightly strained as she started moving her hand. She loved this older Maxwell, his mouth, his mind. She smiled at him and he kissed her hard, hips still moving in time with her hand. She felt him tense up against her, kissing her still and pulled her hand from his trousers.

“Josephine,” he whined.

“If you wish me to continue my lord you should remove the last of your clothing,” she said smiling.

He growled and moved off of her body to stand and remove his breeches, pulling them down and kicking them off, leaving him bare before her. His thigh muscles were bigger too, stronger, and she cupped her own breast, playing with her nipple at the sight of him naked before her, cock proud and hard.

“Holy Maker, Josie.”

She smiled, pinching her nipple a little hard and he quickly moved back between her legs, erection pressing between her legs this time and they both moaned as he pressed into her soaking folds.

“Max,” she whispered, pressing her hips up into his, his cock pushing at her entrance.

Before she realised what was happening, his arms were around her and he was flipping them over. She squealed at the sudden motion and he laughed, lying back and smiling at her as she sat up, straddling him.

“I’ve dreamt about this,” he told her.

His erection strained against her and she started to slide over his erection as she rocked gently against him. He was groaning, his hand settling on her hips, pressing into the flesh there. She wasn’t skinny, had always been a little thicker than the pretty girls at court but right now she couldn’t care as she felt his eyes on her, so serious, so sincere in his appreciation of her.

“Harder,” she muttered, feeling a blush rise at the request.

“What?”

“Your hands. Press harder.”

He did so, digging his fingers into her hips as she rose up on her knees and took him in her hand moaning, and guiding him into her body. As he pushed up into her, she rocked down onto him, biting her lip. He was hot, hard, and it was a little painful as the sensations seared through her, despite the thorough finger fucking he’d given her before. When he was completely inside her she cried out, tripping over her own tongue as she tried to form his name, emotions warring with sensations.

“I’ve – I’ve never wanted anything more,” he said. “Than to be with you.”

She wanted to cry, the feeling of him inside her, the slight pain of his finger digging into her, his words, the look of complete pleasure on his face. It was suddenly too much and she couldn’t bare it.

All she could really do was move.

Lifting up and dropping back down quickly, using her entire body to bring them both to completion as he held onto her and started to counter her thrusts, the two of them finding a rhythm together. She wasn’t going to last long, her body already sensitive from her first spectacular orgasm and the way he was thrusting up into her body. He looked amazing, beautiful, as his eyes closed, every perfectly defined muscle working hard, glistening with sweat and she shuddered, the feeling going right through her and making him groan.

“Josie,” he moaned.

“Uh-huh,” she managed to get out – unsure if it were an answer or a question.

Josephine could feel every part of him, of his erection as it filled her, the tip pushing up against her, shaft stretching her. She reached down to stroke over her own clit and he placed his hand over hers, the additional fingers over her sensitive bundle of nerves making her cry out.

“Please Josie,” he pleaded but she wasn’t sure she could help him, her rhythm faltering as she moved on top of him with increasing speed. He started to guide her movements, fucking up into her using all his strength and she felt him push deeper inside her. She could feel how close he was but the way he shook as he moved, and she felt tight heat flood her as she came, screaming again, loud enough for all of the Maker’s children to hear, muscles tightening around him and squeezing him harder under she collapsed on top of him, hands on his chest.

She was still shaking when Maxwell came, with a few frantic thrusts slamming up into her body, that almost had her loosing balance. He managed to keep her upright with his hands on her hip, bruising her skin like she wanted, needed, another shot of pleasure going through her. She felt him pulse over and over inside her, hot and wonderful, and she felt the heat flood her as his seed did.

“Oh fuck, Josephine, my love, my lady, I-”

She cut off his babbling with a kiss, before resting her forehead against his and he let go of her hips to stroke a hand up her body and cup her cheek.

“Josie?”

At the odd tone of his voice she looked up and smiled at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re crying,” he said. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

She smiled, letting his softening cock slip from her body as she slid to lie beside him, kissing him on the cheek.

“It was amazing my love,” she said. “I was overwhelmed by my own emotions.”

“Is that good?”

She chuckled.

“Very.”

He smiled back, moving to pull some blankets over them as she settled in next to him, yawning as she did so. Exhaustion hit her as hard as her orgasms had and now she wanted nothing more than to sleep in his arms. She went to speak again when he shushed her, kissing her on the top of her head.

“Rest my lady,” he said.

She nodded with another yawn, closing her eyes to his wonderful face for the first time for the rest of her life. Had she not fallen to sleep, she would’ve cried all over again.

x

She woke in his bed.

It was wonderful.

The bed was soft and warm, and he lay next to her dozing still, one of her arms was cradled between his. He snored softly and it was adorable, she shifted closer to him. She pulled her arm free so she could lie on her side and wrap an arm around him. He was warm, the skin of his back soft and pulled taut over his muscles.

“Josie,” he mumbled. “Everything okay?”

“Absolutely,” she said. “It’s long past dinner. Are you hungry?” she asked.

“A little.”

“I could have someone bring us up something.”

“That would be nice.”

She went to climb out of bed but he moved quickly, pulling her back to him and kissing her.

“In a bit,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her securely. “Stay here a little longer.”

“Very well my lord,” he chuckled.

“Any regrets?” he asked.

“How could I ever regret any of this? Perhaps that we did not do this sooner. Or that I did not realise how I felt sooner.”

“No, no. This happened exactly how the Maker planned it. Nothing worth having was ever easy to obtain,” he said. “Even love.”

“Maker, your words,” she gasped, kissing him again.

“We’ll marry, and have children and save the world together.”

“Not necessarily in that order I hope,” she asked, unable to stop smiling, feeling a new spread of warmth through her body as his hands moved to caress her skin lightly.

“No, no my love, we should really save the world before we have children at least.”

She laughed.

“I am glad to hear it Maxwell.”

“Max,” he corrected.

“Inquisitor,” she tried and he groaned, tickling her side until she squealed.

“Very well, Max,” she managed to get out on a huff of breath. “Max, Max stop!”

He did so and kissed her, rolling so that he was half on top of her and she felt him, half hard against her, face flushed and eyes dark.

“Let us eat, I will need the energy if we are to continue our earlier activities,” she said, kissing him lightly.

He groaned but acquiesced, moving off her to let her slip from the bed. She found his robe and slipped it on.

“I will be back, do not move.”

“Your wish is my command my lady.”

She blushed, wanted to tell him how much she loved him. Wanted to say it over and over, but settled for another quick kiss before slipping down the stairs to get the attention of the guard that hovered near his door in the main hall.

Later, later she would tell him just how much she loved him.