Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login

Mature Content

This content is intended for mature audiences.


or, enter your birth date.*


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.


Title: Mirror Image
Author: blustersquall
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
characters/pairing: Commander x Nevena Trevelyan
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition is the property of Bioware, as is Cullen and any other characters mentioned within this piece. Nevena Trevelyan is my creation, under the Dragon Age: Inquisition player character, Trevelyan.

----

   Gifts to for the Inquisition and more specifically the Inquisitor, were not unusual.

   Through the months since the Inquisition had been formed and gained popularity, Nevena had been showered with mounts, clothes, precious stones, rare books and glamorous Orlesian shoes. All of them had been useful, either for their actual use or just being sold on for profit - a woman could only own so many pairs of shoes and dresses after all.

   But the gift from the Marquis of Serault definitely entered a new realm of nice, but utterly useless gifts.

   They had sent the Inquisitor a mirror. A huge thing, several metres high and at least two metres wide. Beautifully made and decorated with ornate, fashionably tarnished metal work. A piece of art in itself, but completely out of place in Skyhold.

   It had arrived with so much pomp and ceremony that for days it had sat unattended and unavoidable in the main hall, until several soldiers and Cullen had managed to move it to an empty tower. The tower was currently used as storage for things of little use - definitely a the place for the mirror. It remained, but at least it was away from the main comings and goings on the Keep.

   That was where Cullen and Nevena were now.

   She had become almost fascinated with the mirror, or more in the intricacies and delicate work of the decorations around it. They had found themselves in the vacant storage tower while they'd walked the battlements together in the setting sun of the early evening.

   "It's just so..." Nevena said shifting her weight from one hip to the other.

   "Imposing?" Cullen offered helpfully. "Ostentatious? Out of place? Inappropriate? Vain? Pointless? Massive?"

   She looked at him shrewdly over her shoulder. "I was going to say Orlesian." She smirked, pushing her fingers through her hair. Turning back to the mirror, she stepped a little closer. "It's beautifully made but it doesn't exactly fit in with the decor and character of Skyhold, does it?"

   Cullen agreed.

   Skyhold was old and rustic and even the decorations Nevena had chosen reflected that. A mixture of Free Marches and Ferelden heraldry was the main focus around the keep, with the occasional, small, understated Orlesian flourish. It wasn't grand or loud, but it suited the place.

   "What do you want to do with it?" Cullen inquired approaching the Inquisitor across the stone floor, kicking a stray beam of wood from the half-destroyed roof.

   "Not a clue." Shrugged Nevena. Cullen wound his arms around his waist, perching his chin on her shoulder. Nevena leaned back into him, his body unobstructed by his armor for a change. She lay her hands over Cullen's, smiling blithely when he nuzzled her neck. "I suppose it would be bad manners to return it?"

   He chuckled, "very bad manners." He confirmed lightly, distracted by the scent of Nevena's soap on her skin and the low collar of her tunic which exposed a little of her shoulder and collar bone. "You would probably initiate all out war with Serault."

   Nevena hummed thoughtfully. "That would be--" Her breath caught, hitching in her throat and Cullen knew why. He was looking at her in the mirror and even he didn't quite recognise the version of him reflected back.

   Hungry eyes, far darker than they should have been and almost possessive in their intensity. His large hands on Nevena's body, filled with the rise and fall of her waist and hips. Fingers tangling and working the clasps of her tunic without him realising. He felt Nevena swallowed, and drew his teeth down along the column of her neck.

   "-very unfortunate." Nevena concluded, though Cullen couldn't quite recall what she had been talking about.

   He pressed himself against her, the heat and arousal confined within his soft buckskins hard and unforgiving against her backside. He slid one hand inside her tunic once the clasps were undone. Her skin practically burned beneath his touch, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

   Nevena arched her head back as Cullen grasped one small breast in his hand, squeezing an erect nipple between the lengths of his fingers. His other hand wandered lower, sweeping across the front of her breeches and between her thighs pushing her against him insistently. Cullen rocked his hips against her bottom. His eyes all but rolled back into his head when she writhed against him, and he bit back a moan.

   He felt one of Nevena's hands slide into the hair behind his head her fingers tangling in the short unkempt locks. The other traveled down blindly, over his shirt and belt, passing between their bodies until her palm could stroke him through the soft leather. Cullen swallowed, bit down in the cuff of Nevena's ear and growled when she squeezed him gently.

   Cullen pulled the tunic sleeves down, letting the material pool on the floor. Nevena's breast band followed leaving her top half naked and open to the elements.

   Reflected back at him was a sight that felt strange to see in a mirror.

   Flushed tanned skin making her freckles seem more pronounced, small pin pricks on her flesh where his fingertips had touched. Peaked, dusky pink nipples, peeking out between his fingers as he squeezed and fondled the small mounds of her breasts in his large hands.

   Nevena shuddered.

   Cullen could see the quick rise and fall her chest in the mirror the clear curves between her ribs when she arched her back, urging her body into his grip.

   Grinning wolfishly, Cullen nuzzled and bit down on her neck, watching his reflection reach with one hand between her thighs. He made quick work of the flimsy leather laces that tied her breeches together, and the silver clasps. His hand dived beneath her clothes as they loosened around her. He touched her and Nevena gasped.

   Laughing roughly, Cullen nudged her head with his nose. He worked her clothing down with one hand, returning his attention to her reddened and slightly marked breasts once the material was slack enough around her to fall on its own.

   "Look." Cullen ordered, growling into his lovers ear.

   She resisted, closing her eyes, instead rocking her hips against Cullen's hand clamped between her legs. He moved his fingers slowly, just the tips of them becoming coated by her excitement and enthusiasm.

   Her cheeks were burning scarlet and a thin sheen of sweat was beginning to cover her naked chest and belly.

   "Nevena," Cullen said gruffly, and took her chin between his fingers, ignoring the noise of complaint at the removal of his hand from her breast.

   He moved her head with purpose, but aware and alert for any resistance on her part.

   This was different for them.

   The control he demonstrated now he had not felt the confidence to do so before, though he had wanted to. For some reason he could not quite understand, watching his reflection tease her, seeing the wonderful expressions that arose on Nevena's face and knowing he was responsible built up his courage.

   She was obedient and pliant in his hands, her head moving easily at his instruction and direction. He held her face steady, fingers around her chin. She breathed quickly, and he could see her eyes open once or twice before they flew shut.

   "Nevena," Cullen nibbled the lobe of her ear, his voice barely a rumble. "Open your eyes and look." He commanded.

   A ripple rose up Nevena's spine, causing her to shiver against him.

   She moaned, wriggled, whimpered, resisted, instead trying to distract him with soft appreciative strokes against his length and the slow grind of her hips into his hand.

   Cullen arched his hips away from her, and lowered his hand, simply resting it on the inside of her thigh. Her huffs of complaint only made him smirk wickedly.

   Her eyes gradually fluttered open,  a small begrudging grimace of her features. She stared him reflected back, fiery amber eyes dark and her pupils dilated in the fading dusk light. Her eyes wandered briefly over her own appearance, her naked body and the excited blush across her skin. Always her gaze returned to his, boring into his eyes in the looking glass.

   Wordlessly, Cullen nudged her gently and Nevena obeyed on instinct. She shuffled forward, bracing herself, hands on the mirror face, fingers splayed. She bent forward slightly, her back arched, long hair down her back and falling in waves over one shoulder when she peered back at him.

   When he noticed her watching, Cullen snapped her head back to look ahead at their reflections. "Look at the mirror." He instructed in his most demanding tone.

   She obeyed, biting part of her lower lip.

   Arching his hand, Cullen stroked and teased, sliding his fingers along her heat and up towards her core. Easing one finger inside her first then another, he began to mimic slow thrusts while with his thumb he circled and flicked the sensitive nub he was well acquainted with.

   Nevena's hips bucked against him.

   He pressed his free hand into her abdomen to apply pressure, and rocked his pelvis against her backside. Every movement of her against him increased his own need. Blood pooled, excitement and desire twisted enjoyably in his belly each time Nevena rubbed him or rocked against him.

   Her thighs tightened around his hand, and for a moment the cold fingers of one hand wrapped around his, drawing him back to where his ministrations had felt best.

   He followed her guidance, concentrating and biting softly on her shoulder.

   "Lift your head." He told her roughly when he noticed Nevena's head had fallen forward. She complied, a light whimper escaping from between her lips as his fingers touched against her deeply and her hips jerked in response.

   "Open your eyes." Cullen ordered.

   Again, Nevena did as she was asked. Her eyes opened slowly, though she seemed to struggle to do so between the short breaths she took through her open mouth. Her eyes locked with his in the glass reflection.

   Sweat had beaded on his forehead. Nevena lifted one hand around the back of his neck and up over the stubble on his cheek. The coolness of the mirror on her hand was a welcome cold against Cullen's heated skin.

   Supported against the mirror, Nevena began to rock and rise her hips in time to the slow movements of Cullen's fingers. Her lips were curved into a small smile her eyes heated and half-hooded.

   Intoxicated.

   Intoxicating.

   Her finger scurled into hair at the side of his head. She rocked faster, biting both her lips into her mouth in an attempt to stifle her frequent groans and incoherent mumbles, begs for him to go faster or to touch one specific place. Breathless instructions Cullen was lucky to make sense of.

   She trembled when she came, catching and stilling his hand between her thighs. The fingers of her hand on the mirror curled into her palm, and Cullen felt her fingertips press into his scalp.

   Nevena breathed fast and heavy, her breasts rising and falling quickly as she chased air. She welcomed the light kiss Cullen applied to her dampened lips over her shoulder.

   With a few small nudges she willingly leaned further forward, widening her legs a little at Cullen's gentle hinting and manipulation.

   Cullen kissed her back and shoulder blade as he pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the ground. He pulled the laces of his breeches free, relishing the cool air around when his length was loose from his clothing.

   Braced against the mirror once more, Cullen watched Nevena watching him.

   He held himself in one hand, he stroked the head of his cock along her entrance, too enthralled by the irritated and impatient grunts of the blonde woman at his mercy to move faster or further.

   She raised her hips, rocked them, any attempt to guide him inside her but he resisted, teasing her leisurely, enjoying the expressions that flickered on her face. The anticipation, the light furrowing of her eyebrows when he slid against her. Her finger curled against the mirror, leaving drag marks in their wake.

   Slowly he entered her. Her folds enveloped him, his head and then each centimetre afterwards.

   Her eyes barely focused, but somehow remained locked with his in the reflection. Her lips quirked, she gave tiny whines and slow breaths until he was inside her completely his hands gripping to her hips to keep steady.

   He began to rock, pulling out slowly and then entering again, and regular rhythm, that matched his breathing. Nevena squeezed around him, her muscles gripping him making every withdrawal a challenge.

   Cullen stroked her flesh, hands caressing her stomach and ribcage, travelling up over her breasts, pushing his fingers into their familiar weight.

   Nevena rose her hips against his pelvis, standing on her toes to make things easier for him. Her legs quivered under the effort. Cullen's skin slapped hers, the noise rising through the broken roof as he plunged into her more frantically.

   He drove into her, each stroke hard and deliberate, touching against the sensitive heat he sought. Digging one hand into the flesh of her backside, Cullen almost toppled when Nevena wriggled her hips. The sensation giving him a shock. He braced his hands against the mirror, just barely keeping his balance.

   Changing his pace, he moved more slowly, finding a regular rhythm to thrust into her deeply, until his thighs touched her skin. His arms wound around her waist, Cullen bent further over her to hold her steady. Without warning, his strokes were suddenly quick and hard, a small sound of shock rose from Nevena's throat. He paused, inside her - a moment of respite - before continuing. Alternating between quick and slow, deep and shallow.

   Her heat was intense around him, stifling and it was satisfying to feel her tighten, to hear the noises she tried to suppress and to feel one of her hands clutching blindly at his thigh.

   Even over her, Cullen could still make out her face in the mirror, the contortion of her expression, somewhere between bliss and desperation. Her cheeks flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead with her sweat, her mouth hung open as she gasped air into her lungs.

   Nevena's eyes remained open though, and her gaze locked with his. Her earlier coyness disappearing in the wake of a slow, satisfied smile that lingered, almost as if it she was challenging him.

   Cullen snatched her hand from his thigh and squeezed her fingers between his, slamming her palm against the glass. He groping for her other hand, bending his head until his forehead leaned on her shoulder and his breath stung her skin.

   He thrust blindly and hard, no longer focused on a stroke or lingering pleasure. He groaned her name, pushing it from the back of his throat while driving his hips against her, his length buried inside her. He bit on her skin, lifting the taste of salt into his mouth. Nevena's body quivered and trembled beneath and against him as Cullen reached his height.

   Nevena's skin against his lips muffled Cullen's moan when he spilled inside her. He breathed quickly, trying to focus beyond the sound of his heartbeat in his head and the feel of it thundering in his chest.

   Around him, Nevena twitched and squeezed.

   He could feel the vibrations of her own racing heart throbbing around him.

   Laying his cheek on her sweaty back, his hands drifted down over her arms and shoulders, over her breasts and ribcage to wrap around her waist. He littered light, reverent kisses across the top of her back and her shoulders and stroked her belly, listening to Nevena when she began to breathe more easily and regularly.

   Her legs still shook a little where she stood, though her feet were now firmly flat on the ground. Cullen slipped out of her, arms still around her waist. He pulled her flush against him, her chest touching his, slowly running his hands and fingers across her rapidly cooling skin.

   A few seconds of silence passed. One of them laughed and then the other.

   "Well," Nevena started. Cullen watched her rise her eyebrows in the image reflected back at them. "That was..." She hummed thoughtfully for a moment, "unexpected."

   "Yes." Cullen sighed. "And... brisk." He chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. Nevena lifted her head, leaning it back, her chin perched against Cullen's collar. Her cheeks were red still. She wrinkled her nose when Cullen kissed her. He felt her arms rise up his back to hold him as close as possible and he reciprocated.

   The kiss lingered for long, intimate minutes, lips gliding against lips, broken only by moments where Nevena moved her head, or Cullen twisted his hand up into her hair. They exchanged soft murmurs, light whispers of adoration and bliss, still with their mouths touching, while their hands continued to intimately and lazily explore one another.

   Cullen grumbled disapprovingly, his knees a little weak and his lips tingling, when Nevena finally pulled away completely and started to retrieved her clothing.

   Quickly tidying himself, Cullen replaced his breeches and pulled his shirt on. He ruffled his hands through his hair as Nevena fiddled with the clasps on her tunic.

   "Presentable?" She asked him.

   "Beautiful." He kissed her nose taking her hand and walking them towards the door. "As always."

   Nevena paused, stopping them before Cullen could clasp his the door handle. "Did you plan that?"

   He looked at her. Her expression was uncertain a little wary. "No." He answered honestly. Nevena's lips twisted, a sign of disbelief.  "I didn't I swear." He amended, his tone earnest.

   Tilting her head, Nevena glanced back at the mirror. "So you telling me to..." her cheeks flushed and her voice dropped to a whisper, "to look... That was..."

   Cullen rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh... was that..?" He cleared his throat and looked away, glancing up at the hole in the ceiling or at the ground. "I mean-- it seemed--" He felt his cheeks grow warm, and the tips of his ears burned. "Was it-- I mean, did you... uh..."

   "I'm not complaining." Nevena clarified, smiling. She took both his hands in hers, leaning towards him. "I like you taking control. I was just curious."

   "Oh," Cullen gave a lopsided smile, relieved. "Good." He kissed her quickly and then reached for the door handle.

   As they walked out onto the battlements, Cullen glanced back at the ornate mirror as the door slammed shut. "Still no decision on the mirror." He stated, falling into step with Nevena.

   "Somehow, I don't think it can be gifted back to the Marquis now." She smirked at him, squeezing his hand in hers. "Do you?"

   Cullen chuckled, "I suppose not."
Title: Mirror Image
Author: blustersquall
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
characters/pairing: Commander x Nevena Trevelyan
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition is the property of Bioware, as is Cullen and any other characters mentioned within this piece. Nevena Trevelyan is my creation, under the Dragon Age: Inquisition player character, Trevelyan.

Did someone order gratuitous, no context smut?

No?

Have some anyway!

I wrote this whole thing on my phone between 3 and 4 in the morning because the idea would just NOT LEAVE ME ALONE.
Mirror sex. YES.

idek. pleasestoplookingatmelikethat

Add a Comment:
 
:iconparchisi2004:
Parchisi2004 Featured By Owner May 17, 2018
Reading this in 2018. Hot damn. :)
Reply
:iconlegolastigeress:
legolastigeress Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2016
Il be in my bunk
Reply
:iconbluster-squall:
bluster-squall Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Have fun with that. :p
Reply
:iconkakashilover98:
Kakashilover98 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I have read this at least twice now, and I just want to read it again! It's just something that is so enjoyable to read; you can feel the emotion and the intimacy between them!

It is wonderful work, I had to favorite it! Neko Emoji-42 - (Kawaii Admiring) [V3] 
Reply
:iconemanualenkoinugami:
EmanuAlenkoInugami Featured By Owner May 26, 2015  Student Artist
* Trying to stop nosebleed * I can't stop reading it, I love when Cullen takes control
Reply
:iconannairuu:
Annairuu Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I read it on Tumblr already but when I saw it here, I couldn't resist to read it one more time.
*trying to stop nosebleed* I love when Cullen takes control >u> :la: :eyes: 
Reply
:iconbluster-squall:
bluster-squall Featured By Owner May 1, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
So do I. I should write more stories where he takes control and is a little on the dominating side. It doesn't happen enough.
Thanks for reading! Both here and on tumblr. :]
Reply
:iconlucyeden89:
LucyEden89 Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2015
Hawt! Like it! ^^
Reply
:iconchaosfay:
ChaosFay Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015  Professional General Artist
You are a gift, you know that?
Reply
:iconbluster-squall:
bluster-squall Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
I was not aware of this. >.>;;;
Reply
:iconchaosfay:
ChaosFay Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015  Professional General Artist
Now you do!
Reply
:iconzyxst:
zyxst Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015
*Free Icon/Emote* Molang (I Love It!) 
So much love.
Reply
:iconbluster-squall:
bluster-squall Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Nice to know you enjoyed it! :B
Reply
:iconsahilee:
Sahilee Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wow - just - wow! :clap:
Reply
:iconbluster-squall:
bluster-squall Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Good reaction! Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading. :3
Reply
:iconcanamaus:
canamaus Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2015
Me likes "bad" Cullen!!!
I mean, he is a commander. He has to give orders.
So sexy!
Reply
:iconbluster-squall:
bluster-squall Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Thats the idea. Not that he's being cruel or anything, but he knows how to command when he needs to! Thank you for reading!
Reply
:icondecembercynic:
DecemberCynic Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Maker's breath, I wish my guy would take control like that I think I've fainted. 
I dig your smut!
Reply
:iconbluster-squall:
bluster-squall Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
I think most people would like their partners to take charge once in a while. *sigh*
Thanks for reading!
Reply
:icongoldeneyes2:
Goldeneyes2 Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2015
I agree!  ha ha
Reply
Add a Comment:
 
×

:iconbluster-squall: More from bluster-squall


Featured in Collections

DRAGON AGE by LucyEden89

COMIC by LucyEden89


More from DeviantArt



Details

Submitted on
January 23, 2015
Image Size
84.7 KB
Resolution
624×351
Mature Content
Yes
Link
Thumb

Stats

Views
2,038
Favourites
49 (who?)
Comments
17