Amidst the Shadows Ch. 05

The Commander maintained the hold on his poignard as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, encouraging me towards his member. Not that I needed encouragement. The beads of salty pre-cum melted on the tip of his cock and needed to be tasted, and my lips were begging me to appease their curiosity. Sinking my mouth over his bulging head, I slowly devoured his fleshy pikestaff as Cullen breathed heavily above me. I'd never felt the Commander so hard, so warm and divine. He oozed more pre-cum into my hungry mouth, moaning softly above me, and I greedily lapped him up as I ran tongue up and down his length, easing him through my lips and feeling his smooth, warm skin against my throat.

Still holding the back of my hair, his grip was becoming firmer and more forceful, his arousal revealing itself in the eager thrust of his hips and pull of his hands amongst my hair. His member twitched each time I ran my tongue over his throbbing head, and his body stiffened as I drew him deep into my warm mouth. Cullen's breaths were growing shorter and it took all of his willpower to finally pull out of my mouth with a painful moan.

'Maker stop.' he growled 'I can't endure that.'

'Good' I purred, but before I could place his member between my lips once more I felt a firm pair of hands grasp my shoulders and lift me from the floor.

Raising a playful eyebrow, Cullen looked at me heatedly, his hands still holding the dagger. My hands trailed to the side buckles of his metal cuirass, eager to release him from his own constraints.

'What goes on in that mind of yours?' I grinned, starting to unbuckle his armour 'Do you want to cut me with that blade? Hurt me perhaps?'

Cullen cast a serious look towards me as he pulled the metal breastplate over his head, 'I meant what I said, I never would wish to hurt you. I find no pleasure in your pain I assure you.'. His white teeth playfully grazed his bottom lip as he threw me a grin 'I did, however, enjoy fighting you before, perhaps a little more than I should have. To see you strung up so...helplessly, and me able to do whatever I desired.'. He drew his breath fast, a shiver crossing over his skin. 'That is something I enjoy.' he added huskily.

'I let you win.' I scoffed as I watched him pull his cotton shirt over his head. His scent filled my senses and I loved the smell of Cullen, that musky perfume of amber and spices mixed with a hint of sweat that overwhelmed me whenever I came in close contact with his bare chest.

Cullen threw me an entertained look, rubbing his shoulders and kneading the flesh of his tight muscles in his neck as he stared down at me. 'Just how strong is the Inquisitor without magic?' he mused 'Show me what you've got.'

'Says the warrior.' I chortled.

The Commander let out an amused chuckle and began unbuckling his greaves, kicking them to the floor before undoing his pants and removing the remaining attire. Standing in front of me, full mast, Cullen opened his arms out towards me 'Shall we proceed?'

I shook my head, and Cullen playfully nudged my shoulder to stir me on, throwing me a dashing smile that I couldn't resist. Knowing this would only end badly for me, I came towards him foolishly laughing as I reached for his arms to try and seize him. Even if I had the strength, Cullen's amber eyes bore into mine with such an intensity that I found myself helpless before I had even begun. Before I could even touched the smooth white skin of his defined, muscular arms, he had grabbed my waist and spun me around, pushing me hard across the weapon crafting table, so my chest was pressed down against the wood.

'Tut, tut. tut.' murmured Cullen, as he held me face down against the woodgrain 'Helpless again I see?'

I could feel the warmth of Cullen's skin radiating against mine, and tried to press back against him.

'You wouldn't stand a chance, would you?' he growled as he lent over me, and I felt the unforgiving rock hard prod of his member warm against my buttocks. Cullen was breathing heavy as I felt the head of his member slide between my folds. I remained bent over the table as he coated his pikestaff generously, stroking teasingly up and down my pink entrance.

I could feel his hand firmly holding my back down as he eased into me, inch by torturous inch, the force of his weight pressing my breasts rather unforgivingly against the table. I could barely breath, let alone move, as the Commander began to thrust deep, long thrusts into me. It was full of intensity and aggression, unreleased desire that had been building for weeks and weeks, and as a result his cock was overwhelmingly hard. Each stroke released a gasp from our lips, each stroke sending us further into the madness we had begun. Before I knew it the thrusts had become so forceful, Cullen was banging aggressively against the table and sending vibrations throughout the room.

'I wasn't joking.' he growled into my ear 'You need to be punished.'

Withdrawing suddenly but not releasing me, I could hear him reach for something behind me before I felt the familiar cold steel of his blade lightly tracing across my ass. With a sharp flick, he landed a stinging blow of the flat of the dagger against my cheek and resulted in a cry from my lips, before he rammed his cock into me again. His thrust was unexpected but deeply satisfying, and I cried out as he remained deep within me before he began to grunt in short, sharp deep thrusts in me, alternating with sticking flicks of his blade against my cheeks.

'Do you want me to hurt you?' I asked as Cullen continued to fuck me.

Cullen stopped suddenly, withdrawing and releasing his grip on my back. I turned around to see him breathing deeply as he cast his eyes to the weapon rack close to us. 'Hurt me with those weapons.' he replied, drawing his intense gaze into mine 'Fuck me and hurt me without holding back.'

Knowing better than to question Cullen, I moved over to the rack, running my eyes over a variety of foreboding spiked weapons. I couldn't use steel on him, there was a limit to my desire to please him, and there seemed something wrong about beating him with a walnut quarterstaff, so I decided on a simple whip with braided leather straps, the kind that pirates liked to torture their prisoners with in order to retrieve information. Turning back, I held the whip in one hand and in the other I picked up a large beeswax candle sitting on a nearby ledge.

Stroking his member slowly as he watched me return, Cullen sat on the cold stone floor, leaning against the wall.

'Now that is an exquisite sight that will haunt me forever.' he mused, extending his hands to me 'Come to me.'

I dropped the weapon beside us as I stood over him, and he grinned as he pulled me down, directing his member to ease up into me. It was incredibly thick and entered me deeply from this angle, and I couldn't help but catch my breath as I took him deep into me until I was sitting firmly on top of him.

Leaning up to me, the ex-templar kissed me deeply, running his hands to wrap around my neck and applying the slightest of pressure. 'I love the way you yield yourself to me.' he whispered.

Without warning, I grabbed the candle from the floor and poured the large pool of hot wax from the candle in splashes across his chest. The Commander more than winced a little from the unexpected pain as he released me suddenly.

'I never said I yielded.' I remarked with a grin.

'By the Maker, yes.' he growled, his flesh growing red around the wax droplets. Excited by the sensation, he thrust up to impale me harder, and in turn I poured more hot wax on his chest, this time directly onto his hard nipples. Groaning from the sensation, Cullen's head went back as he took in the pleasure of being tortured with the molten wax, over and over again, until his chest was covered more than less so with the white, waxy coating.

Wild eyed and ravenous from the sensation, Cullen flipped me roughly onto the cold stone floor and began thrusting harder into me once more, transformed into an untamed creature more animal than human. There was nothing uttered except the grunts that parted from his lips as he rammed his member into me, his hair falling across his sweat covered brow.

'What were you going to do with your weapon.' he growled as he fucked me furiously.

Barely being able to respond, I caught my breath. 'Whip you' I breathlessly replied 'Across the legs, torso...'. I cried out as Cullen thrust harder.

'Then do it!' he snarled, the darkness in his eyes screaming out to inflict his pleasure. My hand reached for the braided whip at my side, and finally my fingers found the wooden handle. As Cullen continued to fuck me, I lifted the whip and landed a blow against his back. The smack of the multiple straps released a sharp sting against his broad shoulders and Cullen groaned at the impact.

'Hit me again, but this time harder.' he ordered, withdrawing from me so I could gain my footing. Standing, Cullen lent his hands hard against the stone wall, bracing himself for the next assault with his muscular, rippled back turned on me.

Biting my lip, I planted a stinging blow on the back of his thighs and the Commander yelled out in pain this time. I could see the red marks I had left and I froze in fear.

'Cullen...' I remarked cautiously.

'Trevelyan, just whip me!' he commanded, bracing himself again as I landed another stinging flail against his buttocks and then continued another two, three, four blows across his body until he was red, bruised and covered in thin cuts. Each time I landed a blow, he begged me to strike harder.

Turning suddenly, Cullen wrenched the whip from my shaking grip and pushed me against the wall. Lifting me off the ground from under my buttocks with his muscular arms, he let my weight drop onto his throbbing, rock hard dick. He knew he was in control, and held me there fucking me as furiously as he could as I submitted to the raw pleasure of his full mast inside me until there was no where to go except scream in complete ecstasy as he seeded me with one last, deep satisfying roar.

'I love you...' I breathlessly whispered as he held me there in that final thrust, deep inside me. I bit my lip, growing redder by the moment as I realized the words that slipped out of my mouth were released without my full consent.

Cullen's eyes drew to mine, but they were not brimming with hope and admiration, of relief and gladness at my sentiments. His amber stare was narrow and cold, dark and unforgiving as he withdrew from me promptly.

'Don't ever utter those words in my presence again.' he murmured in a low voice, turning away suddenly.

Watching him walk away, my shame transformed rapidly into blinding fury. 'You speak as if I said something terrible.' I replied angrily.

'You did.' remarked Cullen heatedly as he snatched his clothing scattered across the floor. 'You said it in the vain desperation that I would say it back to you.' he scowled, gnashing his teeth as he pulled on his pants and loose shirt 'You say it to secure some hold on my heart, although I have already offered you freely what I have. Is that not enough? Why do you seek more? Do mere words have more of a hold over you than actions speak plainly?'

'I said what I felt, damn you!' I replied defensively 'It was not for some sinister motive, although I am ashamed to have revealed my feelings considering the reception it has brought forthwith. Your heart is yours to give to whoever you choose, or keep it, if that is your will, locked away in your prison of rage.'

Throwing a dismissive wave as if to will him away, I continued to dress in silence.

Drawing his fore finger to a point, accusingly directed my way, Cullen demanded my attention 'Do not play the jaded lover with me. I never had a heart to give you, and I never pretended to bestow any such thing upon you. Do not fool yourself into believing I am capable of love and all the deluded fancies your womanly desires may yearn for. I feel nothing, for I am not a person, only a vessel of ruin and despair, dashed against the rocks of my intrepid reality. Only instead of death embracing me as it should have and rescuing me from this maddening existence, I remain cursed and alive, and numb to the world. To you. To everything...'. The Commander broke off, his face clouded with thoughts I could not even begin to imagine.

'Why didn't you say goodbye when you left for the Western Approach?' I asked suddenly.

'What?' asked Cullen.

'When you left for the Griffon Keep eight weeks ago,' I continued 'why didn't you say goodbye to me before you left?'

Cullen shook his head, turning his gaze softer on mine for a moment. 'You know the reason.' he murmured. There was pain in his eyes as he turned them away from me, concealing his face.

'Then you do have feelings for me?' I accused, perhaps more than a little childishly.

The Commander threw me a scowl as he finished attaching his breastplate. 'To feel is not to love.' he replied sharply 'I feel nothing but hate, malice and lust. That is all you will find in my...heart, Inquisitor.'

The last words stung like poison, and perhaps that was his intention. Roughly grabbing his longsword, Cullen stormed out of the Undercroft, his heavy stride banging across the stones unforgivingly. I felt sorry for anyone that crossed his path in his present temper, but secretly hoped someone did. Someone needed to witness that devilish state that seemed ever so fond of my company.

'Perhaps you were right Cullen.' I muttered darkly under my breath as I moved towards the armour I had been crafting, scattered like leaves across the stone floor. The broken mirror was flawed and there was nothing staring back at me except my jaded reflection.