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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Part 9 - “The Ride of a Lifetime”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Cullen was in his office going over some documents when he heard it.

A familiar monstrous shout he heard once before...

She was back.

He put down his things and went outside and... saw her flying around Skyhold.

She was flying majestically. As if she was putting on a display. Everyone including him watched in awe as she flew around.

She was clearly showing off.

Cullen watched as she flew... she looked graceful and...

Free...

Free to fly and go wherever she wanted... Cullen was not jealous at all because...

He is happy and proud to see her being free and... even though she was transformed into an abomination... it is beautiful... because he knew it was her...

And she will always come back to him…

Then she flew upwards and...

He and other's watching in awe and terror as the giant black feathed abomination was dive bombing directly into a large space that was infront of and lead to Cullen's Office.

There was a black wind surrounding its gargantuan form– that formed into a black tornado as it descended.

The tornado hit the ground and the strong winds kicked up-- Cullen had to shield his face with his arm, but the wind wasn't violent enough to knock anyone off their feet.

Once it was over Cullen saw her fanning herself casually. Acting like nothing happened.

Oh that was so like her to do.

Cullen briskly jogged over towards her.

She looked at him.

"Ah, hello Commander~ Did you enjoy the show?"

She said in her usual confident tone.

"Is that what you really look like?"

"Mmm yes... what do you think?"

Cullen thought for a moment

"Mmm... Very impressive, although..."

He pulled her in to hold her close.

"It would be impossible for me to hold you like this in that form..."

She chuckled and kissed the side of his neck right under his jaw-- that was close to her face.

"And kissing you would be impossible as well..."

He chuckled a bit as he held her closer.

"Mmhmm..."

...

"This is a terrible idea…"

Cullen thought to himself as he was…

Mounted on top of…

Her giant raven abomination form.

"I cannot believe he's gonna do it…"

Sera said.

"Oh this is gonna be fun to watch…"

Dorian commented

"Up up. And away they go…"

Cole chimed in.

"You got this Commander!"

Bull yelled at the top of his lungs.

…

Cullen just asked if he could… ride her…

"Hmm? But you already do, my dear commander…"

She said fully aware of what he was asking her, but twisted his words.

Maker… yes but… Not like that…

…

Before he could ride her she had to enchant his lion helmet and armor.

"Trust me this is gonna help…"

She also gave him special clothes to wear.

It was also enchanted.

"You see, normally you cannot go up to those heights without magic… and because you probably do not want to be turned into a small creature I can put in a safe bag… well… this will have to do~"

Transform him?! Is that how she transports Dollerin and Maxine around?

"They have magic of their own and can transform by themselves…"

She read his mind.

"Yes but… could you… transform me?"

She chuckled.

"Probably but you also wouldn't like it sooo let's not."

Oh good.

…

Cullen was so nervous. He was already up so high. And she has not even taken off yet.

He heard her voice in his head.

"You want to get down?"

Cullen was surprised but thought back.

"No… Just umm… fly carefully… and do I grab your feathers? How am I gonna hold on without falling off?"

She chuckled. It felt nice in his head.

"You don't hold onto me…"

Cullen saw black tendrils rising out of her form and wrapping themselves onto his thighs, around his waist and back.

"I'll hold onto you, but if you're so inclined feel free to grab at my feathers. It won't hurt me."

Cullen nodded.

Ahhh o-okay.

He grabbed hold of her feathers very tightly.

She chuckled again.

"You sure about this? Last call…"

"I'm not sure… but I trust you… and–"

She raised her wings into the air.

"Press your body into mine."

Cullen did as she instructed.

He pessed himself into her holding on tightly then felt a sudden rush of force rain down upon him.

It was not a terrible sensation. He felt extremely secure as they assened. He did have his eyes closed. Once the force was gone he felt the air rushing quickly past him. Then it calmed a bit.

He heard her voice.

"Open your eyes."

He did.

Maker's breath –

They were so high. He clutched her feathers tightly.

It took him a moment to get a grip of himself then he heard her.

"Don't worry I got you…"

Cullen raised himself up a bit.

She did indeed had him held securely in place.

He looked around.

At the view only birds or mages who could transform into flying creatures could witness.

Cullen could not exactly place how he felt. Being up here…

It felt…

Magical and awe-inspiring.

He heard her chuckling in his head.

"Not so bad, hmm?"

"Yeah…"

She was flying gracefully and carefully around Skyhold.

Cullen had a great view. He could see the fortress from all angles.

He was making mental notes in his mind about places they could reinforce or improve upon.

He heard her chuckling again.

"Always the pragmatist…"

Cullen did not reply and just kept taking in all he could.

Her wings, the view, this was certainly a ride of a Lifetime…

It was like he was in a story about how the grey wardens used to ride griffins before they unfortunately died out…

Just instead of a griffin he was riding a giant Demonic Raven Abomination.

…

"Cullen?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there anywhere in particular you want to go?"

She asked him while they were still making a long and slow flight circle around Skyhold.

Cullen thought for a moment.

There is… but he was not sure if he could go without–

"Don't think about it too hard and we'll be back by sundown at least."

It was not too far and she was right…

"Ummm yes there is somewhere I want to go…"

"Alright, just remember where it is and I can go there."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Ummm alright…"

…

They were by a lake.

As Cullen and the witch walked onto a pier and she asked him

"What is this place?"

She was also curiously looking around.

"I grew up not too far from here…"

Cullen said as he casually leaned against an old pier post. She was calmly standing beside him and listened while sensually fanning herself.

"I have family… Two sisters and a brother… but I do not write to them as often as I should…"

Cullen looked reflectivity into the water.

"I do love them though… However, growing up they were very loud, and I would come here often for some quiet and to clear my head… they would eventually find me though…"

The Witch kept quiet as he continued.

"The last time I was here was the day I left for Templar training and my brother…"

Cullen took something out of a hidden pocket.

"He gave me this…"

Cullen showed her a silver coin.

"... this was the only thing I kept and took with me… Templars are not supposed to carry personal items with us, our faith should carry us through."

She remained quiet.

It was something very important to him.

"... I umm wanted to do this the right way…"

He got down on one knee. With the silver coin in his hand.

"Will you marry me?"

He did ask her this before, but… it did not feel like it was the right way and with the way were…

But this…

This felt right.

She said nothing. Her eyes were hidden by her bangs.

Cullen was not sure but something felt…

Wrong.

He got up and moved towards her but she took a step back.

"Hey what's–"

"Cullen… There's something I should have told you… I should have told you long ago…"

Cullen was getting really worried. He tried to get close to her again, but she stepped back.

"What… what is it…?"

He sounded heartbroken. He wants to hold her… but… she was not letting him…

Her eyes looked empty when the wind blew her bangs out of the way.

"I cannot feel love. The day I became a demon of desire– all my capacity… and the girl's capacity to feel love burned up. I can give it… but… She looked down again. I can only feel desires… I can only want desires… Cullen, I can never truly feel love… I can only feel your desire to be with me… and there's something else…"

Cullen kept quiet and listened.

"..."

She paused for a long time then said.

"Cullen... demons by your definition are not good... I'm not good..."

Cullen looked at her with a perplexed look.

"But you're doing good things--"

"I do good things to serve my own interests. I can never be good for the sake of good like you can Cullen."

Cullen took a moment to think then said,

"You know I think a lot of us do things for our own interests... Sure some are more self serving than others... I can understand that you do things to serve yourself... it's more selfish but not necessarily bad..."

He moved in closer. She did not move away this time.

She shook her head.

"Cullen. When I first arrived in this world... I killed and devoured so many innocent people, spirits and animals. I only wanted to survive no matter the cost. You still think I'm good now?"

Cullen was shocked to hear that.

"H-how many..."

"It doesn't matter how many-- what matters is I did– There's no excuse for what I did... but Cullen you need to understand... I am not good.... I can never be good, even if you ordered me... My nature, my life, what I am is the opposite of everything you think is good."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Cullen. You can walk away from me... You can end our deal--"

He moved suddenly and was crushing her in his embrace.

"No! I know you're not good... I should hate you... but I... I can't... I can't come to hate you even knowing what you are... I... I don't want you to leave me... You... You're good... good for me and to me... You have found a way to not take innocent lives like you did in the beginning... I myself have also let innocent mages suffer... I turned a blind eye... I'm no better--"

"C-Cullen stop! You're crushing me..."

He let go immediately.

"I-I'm sorry! Are you alright?!"

He was giving her a once over.

"I-I'm fine and no Cullen we are not the same... You haven't taken an innocent life... you were just doing as you were told... I have..."

She paused and Cullen looked at her

"I have killed and consumed the lives and souls of: men, women and children because I wanted to and well compelled by my own selfish desire to sait my hunger... I... I can never atone for that... Cullen you--"

He moved to kiss her to shut her up.

'I don't care about what you did.'

She read his mind as he was kissing her until she was almost breathless.

'We both have done things in the past we are not proud of. To survive. And because we did not know any better.'

She moaned as she heard his thoughts in her head.

I love you.

It hurts.

I love you.

It burns.

She tore her mouth away from his but he kept kissing her wildly wherever her skin was close and exposed to him.

He will love her until his death and he knows she is bad… but…

"Stay with me…"

He blindly ordered.

And she…

Was compelled to obey…

…

They were sitting together by the lake on the pier for a long time.

She was sitting between his spread legs with her back resting against his armored chest. They have not spoken in a while. Both of them were taking time to themselves to think… while also being close together.

Both just stared at the water. Deep in their own thoughts– Losing track of time.

She understood why Cullen liked this place. It was calm, quiet and peaceful… Also the water in the lake was nice too…

She was also holding his silver coin in her hands that were resting in her lap…

…

Continue to Act II - Part 10

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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Part 8 - “What Parts Us”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

They were getting close to finding Samson and Danga had completed her work on disabling Samson’s red lyrium armor.

They were so close to putting an end to the red templars.

Hopefully once and for all…

Cullen was in a good mood about their progress.

But…

As she was in arms once again…

“I have to leave for a while…”

The Witch suddenly said to him.

“What?”

Cullen sounded surprised. Why does she need to go? What could be more important than being here with him. Especially right now…

“There’s something I need to go and do… I will return to you as quickly as I can… and I know it’s not a good time right now…”

“What do you have to– go do?”

“My master craft certificate check in exam…”

“What…?”

“In the artisan guild I am a part of– we need to take a master certificate check in exams every couple of years and… Being a master level seamstress and in order for me to take on and train apprentices in my craft and trade I am required to take this exam… I… sort of forgot about it until I received a letter from one of my apprentice’s yesterday about it…”

“You have apprentices?”

“Yes, who do you think has been taking care of my shops and business while I’m away?”

“Oh…”

Cullen never asked nor realized that…

“So your exam… when do you need to go?”

“It starts in two days… and might take a couple of days to complete… I’ll come back by next week… and that’s fine… I can get there in time…”

She realized something.

“Guess it’s time I showed you how I travel so quickly…”

…

Tomorrow she would leave and Cullen held her tightly all night.

This would be the first time they would be separated for a long time.

But this was important…

She needs to go.

He could order her to stay, but… She had worked hard and for many years to become a master seamstress, earn her red-seal, and master seamstress certificate. He was not going to jeopardize that…

The timing was bad, but she was not expecting to stay here…

With him.

“I’ll come back soon… don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone…”

Cullen chuckled.

“I should be the one saying that… but… I’ll try…”

They shared one last soft and loving kiss before she walked out of Skyhold and into a large empty white field.

Dollerin and Maxine stayed behind. They would stay to help the inquisition, and look after Cullen– while she was away.

…

They were all watching her from the safety of the battlements. She told them to do so if they wanted to see how she traveled so quickly.

They could see her standing very far away in the snowy field. Alone with nothing but her beautiful dark dressed form, and the fan she carries.

The air around her crackled and a wind began to blow around her. A large dark tornado encapsulated her small figure and picked up snow with it. The tornado turned black then with a monstrous shout it disbursed and a giant black feathered creature that looked like a giant demonic raven emerged from it.

Everyone was shocked.

She transformed into an abomination?

Was that what the demon that inhabits the girl really looked like? Cullen thought to himself.

She raised her large feathered wings into the air.

Bull remembered how dragons had powerful wing beats that produced violent gusts of wind that could easily tear a house apart... and she was probably capable of doing the same...

She was double the size of all the dragons they've seen…

"Brace yourselves!"

Bull called out as he braced himself by hugging the stone of the battlements.

People were confused. Some did not do anything– some others followed.

Cullen followed Bull and braced himself like he did.

No wonder why she told them to keep a safe distance because when she slammed her wings down to propel herself quickly into the sky-- the wind gust that was produced by the sheer force of her take off sent out a shock wave of wind that violently thrashed against anything that was unfortunately caught in it's way.

The wave hit Skyhold's wall. It was not as strong but it still shook the walls a bit and there was a strong breeze. People who did not brace themselves regretted it, and were almost knocked off their feet.

Maker's breath! That was certainly something...

After they all collected themselves they all watched her flying away at an incredible speed.

She was no longer in sight after only a minute.

Now they know how she gets around so quickly…

…

Cullen felt…

Like he was missing something…

Her it was her…

She has not been gone for a day and he felt awfully lonely without her…

He threw himself into his work.

He did not even go to his bed nor into his bedroom loft…

It reminded him of her and she's not there with him. Waking up in his arms… in his bed… in his room…

He spelt on the floor in his office. He got a bed roll and pillow and whatever else he needed from outside.

He was having an okay time sleeping.

He did not dream… or did not remember his dreams…

But he was rested…

Though…

He felt a terrible emptiness in his heart…

And whenever he could not sleep at night...

He worked or read books– by the candlelight…

Until he passed out on the floor…

While holding the enchanted sky blue handkerchief she had made for him…

…

While the Witch was away..

Samson had been captured and tried by the inquisitor.

The inquisitor decided to have Cullen be in charge of Samson. He may have some useful information and Cullen might be able to make Samson see reason again…

Or so they hoped…

…

Samson had fallen so far.

There was no saving nor redeeming him…

Cullen was mad and angry…

He remembered what Bull told him when he got mad or angry…

"Well let's put that anger to good use."

Cullen was training with Blackwall, Bull and the soldiers.

Bull asked him while they were taking a break.

"So how's things with Samson going?"

Cullen sighed.

"The man is a monster… Hopefully the information he provides us with is useful… his life is good for little else."

Cullen stated not trying hiding his anger.

"I do agree with you there, but… You're letting him get to you."

Blackwall commented.

"So what if I am? Have you read the reports on what he has done? And when I spoke to him…Maker–There's nothing left of the compassionate man I once knew…"

"Well… He was unfortunately driven towards that path, but I'm not trying to defend what he's done… It is just the way it went…"

Bull commented.

Cullen sighed.

"Yeah… I probably knew some of the Red Templars we have taken down, and I sometimes think if my life had gone differently… I might have been one of them…"

There was a very long silence between the three men.

Then Blackwall broke the silence.

"Well you're not– and It's best to live in the here and now. Instead of thinking about the what if's that only are in your head."

Blackwall was always blunt and harsh but Cullen found it refreshing. He is used to people sucking up to him or speaking carefully around him… Blackwall was the cold splash of reality and humbleness check Cullen needs.

"You're right Blackwall. I can agree with that. Thank you. I… I needed to hear that…"

Blackwall was taken aback by Cullen’s sincerity, and not getting mad at him for being so brash.

"Uhhh yeah… anytime…"

Not too long ago they did try to kill each other because of Cullen's relationship with the witch– then Blackwall and Cullen’s relationship since then has been rocky at best, but it seems things were on the mend.

…

Cullen was so pissed.

He lost… lost badly at the game of wicked grace… against Josephine…

Varric did try to warn him but his pride got the better of him and lost all his pouch money, armor, and clothes…

He had to run all the way from the tavern to his tower naked.

Well not fully… there were two things he hid and refused to give up…

One was the large sky blue handkerchief the Witch made for him and something else hidden within it…

Maker, he does not know how Varric talked him into doing that…

Cullen did not have any extra clothes on him…

They were…

In his room… in his loft…

Cullen signed…

He'll be quick…

…

Cullen climbed the ladder. Each step up he felt the emptiness on his heart grow and grow.

He placed a hand on the trap door.

With another big sigh. He pushed through and into his loft.

He looked around and noticed something.

Above his bed.

It was… a circle made of branches with a thick thread woven within it that resembled a spider's web with a Crescent moon woven into the web-like intricate pattern and there were black beads woven into the web tread as well. With two strings hanging from the bottom of the circle with two black feathers on each string held in place by more black beads.

Cullen has never seen anything like this before… but it definitely looked…

Witchy…

Cullen also saw there was a letter on the bed.

With his name on it.

In her writing…

Oh Maker she left him a letter and he was so adversed to going into his room–

Cullen immediately took it and opened it. Sitting still naked on his bed. With the sky blue handkerchief covering his crotch. He had completely forgotten why he came up here in the first place…

To:

Cullen,

I am so sorry I had to leave you so suddenly– That was poor planning and an oversight on my part…

I promise I'll return as soon as I can…

But in the meantime I left you with something to help you sleep at night while I'm gone…

I know… How much you struggle with having nightmares and sleeping...

Therefore, I have left you with a magical talisman I have crafted specially for you–

It's called a "dreamcatcher"

I'm sure you can ascertain from the name what it does… but I can tell you more about it when I return. Just know that… I hope it catches all your nightmares and gives you good dreams and restful sleep…

Ps.

It is an ancient and almost forgotten magical craft– that not many know about these days… So, keep it a secret… and if anyone sees or asks about it just say it was a crafty-thing I made to liven up your room and add my personal touch~

Cullen chuckled at her request. But, yes he will keep its secret purpose safe…

He looked at the dreamcatcher. Hanging above his bed.

She made that for him. It is very beautiful… like her…

He felt…

Much less lonely now…

…

Continue to Act II - Part 9

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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Part 7 - “What Binds Us”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

The Witch was also working diligently. Repairing torn cloth and other similar broken goods. Their supplies lasted much longer thanks to her. Which helped to put their money elsewhere.

While the Witch was working on some wedding outfits she commented.

"I cannot believe people still go on with their normal lives, get married, and such while the world is in danger... but I suppose being far away from the conflict would not affect your life, or being too close by would push you to do important things– if you might not make it... and being here it's strange to think people far away are still just living... normally..."

Cullen agreed with her. It was strange. He looked at the outfits she was commissioned to do. Apparently there were people here who wanted to be married while there was a war looming over their heads and commissioned the witch to make their wedding outfits.

Cullen asked her.

"What about you?"

"Pardon?"

"Have you ever thought about... that..."

He lost his words but gestured to the wedding outfits she was working on.

She chuckled.

"No... But... uhh... Oh, I suppose I should've told you..."

"What is it?"

"In terms of... well the Fade and the nature of our contract... We are technically married... We just skipped the reception, cake, and religious customs, witnesses, party, and other formal practices your kind usually does..."

Cullen blinked.

"Wait what--"

"Yeeeaaahhh... I forgot or didn't think it was important to tell you that..."

"That's-- That is kind of important!"

"Uhhh yeah... I realize that now... but hey, you got a smoking hot fade demon possessed mage wife– and though it's not official according to your ways, but according to the fade and our contract... yup we are married."

Cullen was really not sure how he felt. Like he was a mix of surprise, happy and well shocked.

"H-hold on. So it's not official here but according to the ways of the Fade, where you're from, we are officially married?"

"Yeah that's the jist of it."

"Maker's breath..."

Cullen held his head.

"But if you want to be with someone else..."

Cullen raised his head and immediately stopped her from continuing that trail of conversation.

"No! No… I want to be with only you..."

He moved to crowd her on his desk. She was still holding the wedding gown in her hands-- as Cullen asked,

"Can... can we make it official here too?"

Cullen again lost his words as he was crowding her in.

"If that's what you want..."

"No. I want to know if you want to... contract or not..."

Cullen was not expecting to propose this way or right now but...

The witch looked down

"I don't know... I just want to do whatever you want to do..."

"No. Don't do this because it's just what I want..."

He rubbed his forehead against hers in a loving manner.

"I want you to want this. To want me. Not because you're compelled to do so by our contract..."

"I'm sorry Cullen, but the contract we have does play a part in this-- and what I am compelled to do..."

There was a very long sad silence between them but she broke the silence as the truth fell from her lips... she could not lie to him as per their contract...

"But I have always wanted to... be with you if that helps... even before our contract..."

Cullen blinked and pulled back a bit.

"W-Wait you wanted to be with me before…?"

"Yes, but you hated me so... I kept my distance from you... or I tried to, but you kept coming and I... could not resist your strong pull... or handsome face~"

Cullen chuckled.

"Oh it was just my face?"

"Mmm... no... that's not all... "

She took a moment of pause. She put away the gown and her tools to the side. Then touched his face with her delicate soft hands and fingers...

"I like being with you..."

She kissed his scar like how she did when they had their first close encounter...

Cullen's heart raced like that time and bursted as she pulled away.

He did what he wanted to do back then... He kissed her. Slowly. Sweetly. Lovingly.

When they pulled away she continued...

"I also like your voice..." she moved to kiss and lick his adams apple

Cullen shuttered and gulped-- but held firm as she worshiped him.

Then she moved to kiss his chin and pulled away and said,

"I like the way your stubble tickles my skin..."

Cullen moved to rub his lower stubbled face against her neck and skin. While he peppered many kisses along the way.

She giggled and laughed.

"Mmm! C-Cullen! Hahahaha!"

She half heartedly struggled and he chuckled.

"Oh, you should have not told me that..."

He said and smiled mischievously and continued to kiss and tickle her neck with his stubbled face.

"Ahh no! Cullen Please! By your Maker! Have mercy! Hahahaha!"

Cullen kissed her, and nuzzled her neck, a bit more.

"Mmm... I'll abstain for now... because you asked so nicely..."

He hummed against her skin.

"Oh my such a generous man you are... Though... I should make you forget that--"

He started tickling her again.

"Ahhhh! Nooo! Hahahaha! C-Cuullllleeeennnnnn!!! Hahahaha!!!"

He did not go on as long. This time.

"Even if you did, I would probably figure it out again."

"Ah... I'll take it back... You're so cruel..."

"Am I now?"

He teased her again.

"Ah... no... ahhh..."

She was in between laughing and moaning. While Cullen was in-between kissing or fucking her on his desk...

But he wanted to know more...

"Tell me more things you like about me..."

"Ah... I... I like h-hearing the sound of your h-heart beat..."

"What else..."

"I like touching you..."

"What else..."

Cullen kept kissing her neck as he

"I-I ah... I like it when you're rough with me..."

"And...?"

He roughly kissed and teased her neck.

She was shaking from being over-stimulated.

"I-I like you forcing your dick into me and my mouth..."

There it was. the confession he wanted to hear her say out loud...

"Mmm... do you want it now? My love..."

"I Always want it... I always want you..."

"I'll always give it to you then..."

...

Cullen moved her up onto his desk as he climbed on top of her, and she used her magic to close and lock all the doors.

He was undoing the front of his pants and reached inside his underwear to pull out his hard member for her...

As he was looking down at her...

His words fell out of his lips...

"Marry me."

He breathly whispered and It came out like it was an order. As he held and lightly rubbed his hard manhood. Waiting for her answer...

By their contract-- She was compelled to obey him... but it was an order she would galdy follow.

"Yes, Commander..."

She said in a sauntry tone-- Even though her words, and feelings were influenced by their contract...

It just affirmed her true feelings towards him.

...

Cullen supported her head with one hand on the back of her head and the other one was on his dick. Using it to control his movements into her open and willing mouth.

He rubbed his head teasingly back and forth on her soft wet tongue.

"This is what you really want, hmm? My love?"

Cullen said huskily.

She could only moan in response and open her mouth more--

Then there was an abrupt knock at the door.

"Commander? Are you there? Why is the door locked..."

Cullen and the Witch were frozen in place. Cullen's girth was still on her tongue. Her mouth was opened and before she could close it, he plunged himself into her mouth.

Cullen went in deep in response, and proceeded to passionately fuck her mouth.

"Yes, I'm here, give me 2 minutes, I'm taking care of something important."

He shouted...

It took all of Cullen's will and discipline to keep his voice level as he rocked into her mouth at the same time.

He moved himself and her head. He stabilized himself with his other free hand on the desk-- as he forcefully thrusted himself between her gorgeous lips and into her beautiful mouth– While he was kneeling above and over her.

Good thing his desk is very sturdy...

And it did not take him long to cum directly into her throat.

Too bad it had to be quick, but... he will go more slowly and take his time with her later...

He pulled out when he was finished, but as he did she vanished. Along with the wedding gowns and all the supplies she brought in.

Cullen stared at the empty space for a while wondering if that was just a dream but he held and looked at his softened cock.

It was stained with her lips paint color...

And there was a bit of a mess on his desk as well…

He used the enchanted handkerchief to clean himself and his desk off…

It remained clean…

And…

Everywhere she kissed also had her lips color marks...

Cullen did not find out about this until one of his Lientents pointed it out... much later in the day…

He definitely used the handkerchief to clean that off as well…

...

Cullen was sitting on a chair by his desk. The day was winding down and he felt extremely nervous to see her...

She's his wife according to their contract and laws of the Fade... and here, in this world, she's now his fiance...

Cullen was really not expecting this to happen today...

He rubbed the side of his head with his right hand and sighed. He leaned his head back taking in a deep breath. While closing his eyes...

Then he felt something soft on his lips.

Cullen did not jump nor flinch when he felt her lips touch his. He calmly raised his right arm to hold her head in place as she kissed him from above. And she held his head in her hands.

Her soft loving kiss immediately calmed him down and took all his fears away.

...

They were laying together in bed, under some blankets, silently, and she was laying on his arm-- lightly tracing random patterns on his naked chest.

Cullen watched her silently. He did like their loud moments but he also loved these quiet moments too...

The arm she was resting on was wrapped around her slender body... he was rubbing his thumb soothingly and repeatedly over her hips...

He was thinking about who would marry them in this world... he might have to ask someone who does not know them and would be willing to marry him and an apostate witch-- who is possessed by a demon of desire... but they did not need to know...

Or he could ask...

…

Continue to Act II - Part 8

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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Part 6 - “The Green Eyed Monster”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Cullen felt so relaxed in the warm bath. He is used to taking cold showers while he was here at sky hold, and rarely, very rarely, got to have a nice warm bath. He remembered there were bath houses mages and Templars shared-- both separated by genders of course. It was the only time both sides truly felt at the same kind of level of vulnerability. The bath talks were usually nice...

The Witch was seated on the high chair at the head of the bath. She told him as she massaged his hair, with nice smelling soaps, that this bath was for him and she would be taking care of him. Because she knew that he has been feeling worn out lately, and told him not to worry about pressing himself further right now.

"But you... you do so much for me..."

"And you do a lot for me and others... let yourself be spoiled and relax a bit my dear Commander~"

Her hands moved over his skin. It felt like she was taking all the tension out of his overworked muscles.

"You're spoiling me..."

He leaned back and relaxed.

She leaned in and kissed him–Then, broke away.

"Only because you deserve it-- my dear Commander... and besides..."

She kept moving his hands over his very tense shoulders and drew out the tension.

"Is it wrong that I wish to take care of what's mine...?"

She asked as her hands and slithered down his burly muscled chest-- then she hugged him and her head was near his. Cullen shifted a bit and he felt so relaxed.

"No, of course not..."

He took her left hand in his left hand and kissed it. Then turned her hand and inner arm in toward him and kissed the black human bite mark that was the medium in which the demon was bound to the mage girl's body...

"... No wonder why people make deals with demons..."

Cullen kept kissing her inner arm and mark.

"... Mmm yes, but it depends on the demon and deal... it's often short sighted though... lose your soul-- something that is eternal... to have or gain something that will fade or you will lose eventually… it's short-sighted…"

"Hmm... yes I can see that..."

Cullen was still kissing and licking her mark... He wanted to kiss and soothe all her pain– all bad things she suffered through… Away...

"Won't you join me? My love..."

he whispered hotly against her wet skin.

She chuckled.

"Maybe next time... but for now I'll join you in your bed..."

…

She was giggling as she was drying his hair.

"Mmm what's so funny my love?"

"Hehehe, so that's why Varric calls you "Curly"~ "

"What?"

"Your hair. It's curly~"

Oh Maker's breath, the bath she gave him washed out all the product Cullen uses to style his hair.

He...

He does not like his Curly hair...

She giggled more and played with it while drying his hair– there was wonder and amusement in her eyes.

"Do you like my hair like this?"

"Well I like it because it's yours and it's you... and it's cute~"

"Mmmm I don't want to be cute…"

He grumbled and pouted a bit.

She giggled and kissed his grumpy lips.

"That's too bad-- because I find you endearingly adorable all the time... even more so when you're mad and grumpy~"

"You're the only one who is allowed to say that and feel that way about me…"

"Oh? My… I feel so special…"

She kissed him again. Then pulled back a bit again.

"I can tell you don't like your hair the natural way it is, but... so long as I can see it... it's not so bad right?"

"Mmm... I guess not…"

They kissed again.

"Mmm Cullen?"

"Yes my love?"

"Can... I style your hair? I promise to not make it Curly and you'll look good~"

"Ummm... sure? Have you ever styled hair before?"

"Yeah my own, and I have done men's hair on rare occasions~"

"Who–"

"Does not matter now~ I'll only style yours from now on~"

"Ummm... alright…"

"Mmm… You get jealous so easily... my dear Commander…"

"Mmm.. yes... I do…"

Cullen moved to hold her in place and kissed her.

...

Cullen was holding her up from behind with one strong arm and had two large fingers sunk into her wet heat as he whispered his order hotly into her ear.

"Say it... Say that you're mine..."

She struggled to speak.

"Ah... I-I'm y-ours C-Cullen... ahh... haa"

"Again."

He growled. Playing with her heat with his fingers. While his other arm locked her firmly in place. Where he wanted her to be...

"I-ha I-I'm y-yours... haa... ahh..."

Cullen pressed his fingers harder into her. He felt her knees shaking and going weak, but he held her up easily still. She was spilling so much of her wet juices all over him and onto the floor as well, but he kept going…

"Again."

…

Her arms were tied behind her back by Cullen.

Her ass was raised into the air as he pounded into her relentlessly from behind.

She was completely at his mercy.

Cullen got off on dominating her. Controlling her. Her being all his to have.

As per their contract she must obey him.

Love him.

Worship him.

And only him.

Cullen felt a twisted sense of pride and confidence when he was able to control her. He knew that was messed up and he wanted mages to be able to be more free. Not just be locked up or controlled... well looked after in some capacity to prevent... what she is...

She is a special case...

Cullen grunted loudly as he viciously pounded into her. While holding her hips up and keeping her in place...

So good. This felt so good.

He was so hard and turned on.

By his obedient... well behaved... bound... sexy... mage... demon possessed... witch... and lover…

…

Cullen is an insanely jealous man.

Thinking or even mentioning her past... relationships sets him off…

… and this was Cullen's first time ever deeply loving someone and being in a relationship like this... So he was a bit insecure...

He needed constant reassurance and attention.

He makes her afrim she is his by ordering her to say it outloud as he makes love to her.

She belongs to him now...

Mine.

Cullen thinks as he kisses her to the point of leaving her almost breathless.

Mine.

He thinks as he devours her heat's delicious juices.

Mine.

As he roughly touches her beautiful luscious body... everywhere...

Mine.

He plunges his girth into her sweet, beautiful, wet, soft, heat or mouth...

She's all mine now.

…

After another long and testing day… Cullen and his demonic witch were in the bath together...

She was straddling his hips and sitting upright while he was below her...

His head was half sunken into the water as she ran her fingers through it to wash his hair, and massage his head.

Maker, this felt so good...

Cullen was fully relaxed and happy here... With her...

There was a strong scent of pine... she told Cullen the product she was using was very popular amongst warriors and men in Ferelden-- for the scent... they seem to be attracted to boreal wood and earthy like scents... like pine, haywood, elder-root and the like...

Cullen did like the scent and she was right about that... It does seem like most warriors and men from Ferelden like the woods... and the smell of it...

She was going to smell like that too-- but that meant she would smell like him.

She usually smelled of roses and lavender... but he was not adverse to her smelling like him... it was a primal animalistic thing... scent can be used to mark territory and... mates...

…And would warn others...

Keep off this is mine.

"Mmm My... you're so needy my dear Commander..."

She said while she was straddled on top of him-- and massing his head and hair.

"Mmm... I am and well you're a very... desirable woman... it bothers me the way others look at you... and you are very flirtatious..."

Cullen pressed himself intentionally between her legs.

She shuttered.

"T-that's only to butter up clients and it's fun to play around with fools... But I'll never betray you my dear commander... contract or not..."

She pressed back into his crotch and harded member with her exposed heat.

He shuttered.

"That's good but still..."

He raised himself up and roughly kissed her under her exposed jaw line. While he held her in place.

"You must bear the consequences of... knowingly agitating the jealous beast that lurks within me..."

"Mmm… Yes Commander..."

…

Continue to Act II - Part 7

Act II Interlude: Side Story - "Cullen's New Look"

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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Part 5 - “All My Loving”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Cullen was working diligently to find Samson while Danga and the inquisitor were working on finding more information on the Red Lyrium armor.

They struck a blow to the Red Templars and they were getting more recruits by the hour. There were even a few ex-Templars against them. Cullen was very happy about that…

And…

As Cullen and the Witches' relationship developed further she started to do...

Little things for him.

Cullen was brought tea by Maxine to help with his headaches and anxiety. At her master's request and behest...

Cullen was also given a lovely large sky blue thick-silken handkerchief-- with a golden lion embroidered on one of the sides with his initials in refined cursive letters: C S R, besides it...

No matter how much sweat or dirt he got on it. It was always clean and clear. Also, whenever he pressed it to his hot head it was soothingly cool, and whenever he was cold it was comfortingly warm... She obviously enchanted the cloth...

Cullen loved all these little things and gifts... he wondered what he could do for her in return... Was all he was doing enough?

He does keep her sated with his desires, but he felt she was doing so much more for him... he felt loved and cared for by her...

But he did ask her to...

Worship and love him-- and only him...

In their contract...

...

Cullen had another really long day ...

The search for Samson and many other disasters happening all over Thedas, due to Corypheus and his forces, was really pushing him and the inquisition to their limits... Maker have mercy-- he was so tired...

He used whatever will and strength he had left to climb the ladder up to his bedroom loft.

He opened the trap door and saw--

An ornate folding wall, similar to what the Witch had in her work space, he could not see what was beyond it... but he saw steam rising from behind the wall and out of the giant hole he had in his bedroom room that one could see the night sky, and have fresh air come through.

He also smelled a variety of subtle and pleasant scents.

He saw the Witch peaked out from behind the ornate wall as she heard him climbing up and closing the trap door... and locking it...

"Hi Commander~ Sorry, I know you don't like surprises, but I thought you might like a bit of a relaxing bath before bed..."

She was still hiding most of her body behind the large ornate folding wall.

"A bath-- wait how--"

Right... Magic, but Maker's breath, he has never heard of magic doing this... but he remembered how she could manipulate reality when she conjured that small campfire site beside the river... It was incredible what she could do... What else could she do… what more was she capable of…

"Mmm come here..."

She waved her hand to signal him to come over.

Cullen was pretty tired, but a nice warm bath with his beautiful demonic witch sounded like a gift from the maker…

Cullen walked over.

"Why are you hiding...?" he asked playfully as he got closer.

"Mmmm..."

She stepped out from behind the wall when he was right there.

She was wearing a black silk short robe. Cullen could see her slender legs and the robe was tied but it showed off a lot of her chest. She was wearing a very short lingerie black dress that she usually wears to bed...

Mmm... very sexy... and...

Cullen saw there was a large bath with warm steaming water in it. A chair that he could put his stuff on, and another high chair at the head of the bath with a shelf that had various things on it. And a standing rack with towels. Also the floor had been changed as well to tile.

Marker, she really went all out on this...

"Soooo..." she leaned into Cullen and touched his armored chest.

"Are you gonna bathe with this on?"

She picked playfully at his chest plate.

Cullen chuckled.

"Only when it rains..."

...

Continue to Act II - Part 6

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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Part 4 - “The Red Templars”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

While Cullen was away at Orlias he had his men investigating trade routes and supply lines-- to hopefully find a lead on Samson's whereabouts...

They did find a lead on a red lyrium mine and the inquisitor went to investigate it... to Cullen's horror they were making red lyrium from people... How far has Samson fallen...

He was a true monster... they needed to stop him and stop the production of red lyrium... how many more mines were there...

...

She was sitting on his desk off to the side but still in arms reach-- working on some embroidery on a shirt...

Cullen was so happy she is here with him...

He asked her if she could keep him company and she accepted his request-- he also wanted her close by... especially with what happened recently with Blackwall, Cole, Sera, and some Templars who tried to kill them both.

They all had a talk with the inquisitor and the inquisitor vouched for the Witch. The inquisitor also told everyone you are a part of the inquisition-- and no matter who or what you are, so long as you're here to help, to save the world, and the Fade– You are welcomed here. The Witches situation was also unique and she has proven time and time again she is here to help. If you have a problem with that then there's the door.

No one left because they did believe in the cause and yes she was here to help. But they were still wary though...

And for Cullen...

Her presence just... calmed him and reading these reports of what Samson and the Red Templars had done... it was monstrous... The reports also mentioned Madox as well...

Another voice from his past he was not expecting to hear...

This was...

Complicated...

...

He was going over the reports on the Red Templar's supply lines when the inquisitor entered his office.

"Ah inquisitor!" Cullen stood up.

The Witch did not move and continued to focus on her work. She was currently repairing more torn shirts, and pants some soldiers dropped off-- by her own talented hands.

"I heard you had some news on the investigation."

"Yes, we have him inquisitor! We found Samson's lair. My duties usually keep me here, but for Samson I'll make an exception."

"Samson still has that red lyrium armor..."

The inquisitor pointed out.

"All the more reason I should go-- We'll depart at your lead!"

The inquisitor told Cullen they'll call for him when they're ready to go.

The Witch asked Cullen if he wanted her to go with him.

Cullen told her it would be very dangerous and they'll most likely be fighting Red Templars... and she doesn't do well against them...

She told him she could summon her pets again... they needed a... good hunt once in a while.

Cullen remembered her summoning giant invisible monsterous hounds at the Winter Place, using blood magic, when it was overrun by Corypheus' forces... they shredded the red Templars apart easily... at least their death's were quick...

They were barely human anymore… and she had her "pets" put them out of their misery quickly...

"Yes, come with us... if it's not too much trouble..."

"By your command-- Commander... use me however you see fit..."

She said as she slightly bowed towards him respectfully.

He moved to stand and crowd her in on his desk where she was sitting. He moved his face close to hers.

"I should be the one saying that..."

She softly chuckled and smiled-- then they lightly kissed each other.

...

Cassandra, Varric, Dorian, Bull, Blackwall, The Witch, Cullen and the inquisitor all left to go after Samson.

They were all ready for a fight but...

Everything was on fire and empty...

"This doesn't look promising... I don't sense any sentient human life, besides ours, nearby..."

The Witch pointed out.

"Yeah... sorry Curly, seems like they knew we were coming... someone must've tipped them off..."

Varric chimed in.

"I think you're right... still, let's have a look around-- to see if there's anything of use."

"Alright, everyone be careful and let's stay together."

Everyone agreed with Cullen and the inquisitor.

"Wait. I sense something... it's weak... over there..."

The witch pointed with her closed elegant fan towards a row of church benches.

They found Madox...

He was dying because of blight-cap essence he took. He was not going to live to answer any questions or help the inquisition.

Cullen felt sad. Seeing some of his old friends and allies... reduced to this...

He felt someone holding his hand.

It was his beloved demon Witch.

She felt his overwhelming sadness. And he greatly appreciated her comforting gesture and presence-- he rubbed his gloved thumb over her soft skin.

She... she was helping... by being here, and giving him the strength he needed-- to endure all of this.

...

They were a bit disbursed, but everyone could see each other as they continued to investigate.

The Witch and Dorian were putting out the fires with their magic; as they went.

Then they came across a place that still had lyrium tools that Dorian pointed out of remarkable design. The Witch also confirmed Dorian's observation.

"Maybe we can use these... I'll have our people come here. Dagna might be able to make sense of all this..."

Cullen said out loud.

"Cullen! Over here!"

The inquisitor called him over.

Cullen and his Witch companion went over to where the inquisitor was.

"What is it, inquisitor?"

"I found a letter... it's addressed to you."

The inquisitor passed the letter to him.

"Oh? let's see..."

Cullen opened the letter.

"It's from Samson..."

Cullen gave the letter a quick read over.

"What does it say?"

The inquisitor asked

"Take enough lyrium and you'll hear it's song...

You're fighting the wrong battle...

And other such nonsense

Does he think I'll understand?"

Cullen said tersely.

"Ahhh the song... yes..."

The Witch swayed and danced a bit to an unheard rhythm.

Cullen and the inquisitor looked at eachother then back at the Witch and her hyponic movements.

Cullen noticed whenever she casted magic it seemed like she was dancing and moving to a song. It just made her all the more alluring and beautiful... and it was a bit distracting...

"You see if you're intuned with the fade and magic itself- in this case Samson with taking extraordinary amounts of red lyrium as our Commander has pointed out... you can hear the magic's music... and mages can naturally flow with it... and even more so-- if you have a pact with a spirit or a demon...or a very strong connection with the fade…"

She made more hyponic movements as she put out more fires around then.

"He hears a song of magic as well... it might not be the same song we hear because of how he connects to magic– through taking red lyrium but... I believe that's what he is referring to, since lyrium is magical in nature... though it is usually imposed upon those who do not have natural magical abilities, and therefore can have…"

She glanced at Cullen for a very brief moment, and had a worried look– but quickly looked back at the inquisitor.

"... negative side effects..."

Cullen was surprised at her knowledge about lyrium. But he remembered she was... well the girl was a part of a circle... the memory of what she told him and lady Cassandra sent a bad feeling in his head... Things really do need to change. But for now they'll focus on taking down Samson and the Red Templars.

...

Continue to Act II - Part 5

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A Templar’s Vice Act II

Part 3 - “Return to Skyhold”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Cullen was on his horse with the witch riding with him. She was sitting in front of him in a side saddle position, because it would be difficult for her to sit normally with her long elegant black lace dress.

And she was still sore…

She asked him if he was sure if he wanted her to ride with him...

Because she knew he was concerned about his image with his troops...

Cullen said people will find out eventually... it might not be a good time, but so long as they are fighting to save the world, and their relationship does not get in the way of-- it should be fine...

She nodded.

If he was certain…

…

Cullen then remembered as they were riding what he wanted to ask her…

Because she was able to get to Skyhold in only a day when it would take over a week for her to get from Tevinter to Skyhold… and she did come to the Winter Palace with no ride or carriage as well…

“Hey, may I ask you something?”

She leaned into his chest and arms.

"Always…"

Cullen was taken aback by her sudden display of affection.

He moved his arms inward to cage her in closer to him.

He asked quietly.

“So, how did you get to the Winter Place… Also, how did you get to Skyhold so quickly?”

“Mmm… maybe I'll show you someday– but obviously magic was involved…”

“I see… Why not tell me now?”

He whispered playfully.

She chuckled.

“It's hard to explain and better to show…”

She leaned into him more.

He would have to be satisfied with her answer for now… but he does hope she can show him someday…

...

They certainly got a lot of looks... Cullen is probably gonna get an ear full from his Liutentes...

Actually there was Sir Rylen coming up to greet the party.

"Ahh welcome back! We heard the news! Andreste's herald has prevailed once again!"

The crowd that was gathered to greet the party cheered.

"Ah! I could not have done all this on my own... We all played a part in this victory... and common let's be honest... all I got going for me is having a pretty face to make us look good and gain support~"

The inquisitor joked and everyone laughed.

"Hahaha glad you've kept that wonderful attitude of your inquisitor!"

There was a group of troops and Cullen’s litentents gathered around him and the Witch

"Ah Commander! Welcome back!"

"Yes... it's good to be back"

Cullen passed the rein's to one of his litentents then got off his horse and then helped the Witch off his horse. He was... holding her in his arms.

"Soooo..."

"Are you two… like…"

"... Together?"

"Ummm... Yes."

"HA! I KNEW IT! PAY UP SUCKERS!"

Some of the soldiers groaned. While others rejoiced in their victory.

Wait, they were making bets if they were together or not?! oh Cullen is so going to up the ante on the training drills...

She chuckled and said, as if she read his mind-- which she probably did.

"Don't punish them too harshly… Commander." she leaned into his embrace.

He held her closer...

"You two look really good together; I must say... Like it seems like something one would read from a fantasy romance novel..."

A soldier commented.

"Ah... t-thank you..." Cullen looked down bashfully. Pulling her in closer.

"Mmm... Cullen..."

"Y-Yes--???"

She hid their faces with her fan and kissed him.

The soldiers whooed, howled, and whistled.

But...

Not everyone approved...

...

Cullen slowly woke up...

He felt so good and rested and...

His beloved witch was sleeping on top of him...

Her head and pettit body were resting on his naked chest-- they were Underneath blankets to keep her warm.

Oh sweet Maker, he could get used to this...

...

She assisted him with putting on his armor and outfit. She did not use magic as they were trying to spend as much time together as they could before they had to part for the day. Her fingers worked diligently to ensure all his straps were comfortably tight and hinges all closed.

"Have a good day..."

"You as well my love"

They shared a goodbye kiss and when they broke apart--

She vanished.

But this time Cullen knew...

She will return to him...

...

Cullen cannot remember the last time he has been so happy. His troops were constantly teasing him about his relationship with the Witch, but it was all in good fun. Cullen really liked the troops and cared about them. He told them he was worried about what they would think...

The soldiers were touched that Cullen cared about their feelings... but it also put a lot of pressure on him to maintain an image of respect and authority.

His troops seemed to respect him even more now.

"Maker, Commander is your heart still intact or is she playing the long game?"

"My heart is fine and won't be going anywhere and if it did it would go to her."

"Wooooow Commander. You should write poetry! Wait, yeah write that down and use that line on her and tell us how she reacts..."

"Probably like this... Swoooooon!"

A soilders dramatically posed, and fell into another soldier's arms.

"Andreste preserve me... take me now!"

The soldier was mimicking her fan with their hand.

"Yes moonlight of my life~"

The other one played along.

Cullen was holding back from bursting out laughing. Maker's breath– this reminded him of the time he bruised a rib when there was an inspection back when he was a young Templar. The inspector was making absolutely no sense in their assessments... both him, his fellow Templars and mages present at the time were all confused, and trying not to laugh at how out of touch the inspector was as well...

"Alright, you've had enough fun! Back to work!"

They all laughed and disbursed to their duties.

"Congratulations Commander!"

"She's quite the catch!"

"Hope you two make each other happy!"

Cullen rolled his eyes, shook his head and… chuckled to himself… a bit…

As the soldiers left– someone else stepped into his office.

"Hello Commander, I was wondering if I could speak with you, privately..."

It was Blackwall. A Grey Warden who had recently joined the inquisition forces. He came to Skyhold to seek out the inquisition and to bring news of... well a majority of Grey wardens taking Corypheus' side.

However, Blackwall seemed immune to the corruption, which gave people hope, but it was still alarming to see Templar's, and Grey Wardens– people who saw them as heroes of Thedas… become twisted into monsters and fight for what they had stood against for many generations…

It was extremely sad to see how Corypheus was turning everything they stood for against them.

Hawke had also come to bring bad news about the Grey Wardens– Only a few days after they had set up in Skyhold. The inquisitor, Hawke and another Grey Warden friend of Hawke's went to investigate how Corypheus was able to control the Grey wardens… Unfortunately their investigation led to Hawke getting left behind in the Fade to prevent a nightmare creature from entering into this reality.

It was a very very big loss and a sad day for everyone…

Then the Witch had arrived sometime after that.

…

Cullen knew whatever Blackwall needed to talk to him about-- was very important and took priority over his other duties...

They were alone outside.

"Cullen, I say this out of respect for you... but Maker's balls she's--"

"I know."

He has already had this conversion with Cassandra.

"No. I don't think you do know, and you of all people should know better--"

"Enough!"

Blackwall was taken fully aback by Cullen’s sudden outburst.

"Maker's ass she has bewitched you--"

"Yes she has and if that's what being or falling love is to you-- Call all women witches then! Even Josephine!"

Blackwall was struck by Cullen's words. Cullen knew he liked Josephine. And he had a point.

But he struck back.

"But Josephine isn't possessed by a bloody demon! Nor a witch!"

Of course being a Grey Warden– Blackwall has been trained to sense and detect dark spawn and demons...

Maker yes. He knows she is a witch. He knows she is possessed by a powerful demon of desire-- and Yes she has bewitched him. However, he voluntarily gave his heart to her. Knowing what she is... and if anyone has an issue with it– well they can keep that to their damned selves.

"Look, I do not expect you to understand--"

"You're right and I don't ever want to, and clearly you cannot be reasoned with-- By Andreste's mighty flaming sword... I will put her down, because clearly you will not-- Nor are capable."

Cullen drew his sword and lunged at Blackwall. Blackwall barely was able to dodge out of the way, and drew his blade.

On the outside it looked like they were just having an intense sparring session but...

As their blades were locked Cullen said.

"You'll have to kill me first."

It felt like something dark had possessed Cullen. He would gladly die for her-- He would kill and fight to protect her-- and her honor.

"Then die-- you bewitched demon fucker."

Before they continued, someone called out to them.

"Boys! Boys! Boys!"

Both stopped fighting and saw the witch.

"No need to fight over me, though, I do enjoy a good lover's tussle here and there."

Blackwall and Cullen were stunned by her words.

Lover's tussle?!

Blackwall took advantage of Cullen's stunned state. Broke away from him and charged at the witch.

"No!" Cullen cried out.

"Uh oh..." The Witch said, amused.

Blackwall was too fast for Cullen to do anything.

The Witch just stood there-- Posing calmly and fanning herself. As if she was not concerned about Blackwall rushing right towards her with full-on intent to kill her.

"Die demon!"

Blackwall swiped his blade-- at nothing.

He fell forward due to the momentum he built up to hit her and rolled on the dirt ground. Kicking up a lot of dust.

Cullen stopped short but did not take his eyes off Blackwall. Who was on the ground... Cullen could end him now--

"Don't do it... he is just doing what he knows... as ignorant as he is... and you'll regret it."

She spoke softly behind him.

Cullen slightly turned to her. Not taking his full attention off the real threat, but to acknowledge he knows she is there-- and he heard her...

Blackwall was getting back up to his feet and grabbed his sword off the ground as well.

Cullen turned back and his full attention was now back on Blackwall. He took a step back with his sword pointed at Blackwall-- with an arm out to shield the Witch standing directly behind him and she moved back with him-- As if she needed his protection, but the gesture was still sweet.

"So you would choose that thing over everything else?!"

Cullen's anger was rising again.

How dare he insult her--

"This "thing" has something to tell you."

Cullen was taken aback she used the insult to... insult herself?!

Blackwall raised his sword.

"Whatever it is, I don't care. Because you'll be dead--"

"You're not Blackwall... nor a Grey Warden."

Both men were stunned. Cullen turned slightly to look at her again but kept most of his attention still on Blackwall.

"What I am--"

"No... You're name is ------ and you are -------"

Blackwall was completely stunned.

"You... how did you..."

"It's foolish for humans to try and hide... or lie to a being such as myself... and I wonder, what would happen if your true identity got out? And that you're impersonating a Grey Warden... my... I wonder..."

The way she spoke sent chills down both Cullen and Balckwall's spines...

...

They made a truce. Though she was clearly blackmailing Blackwall now. Also most people in the inquisition did not mind her presence. Or perhaps she's bewitched them all...

Expect.

Cole, Sera, and Blackwall.

Apparently they had planned to kill the witch and try to save Cullen and everyone from her influence but alas.

The Witch was able to... Scare off Cole because of what she is. Cole was still around because he did want to help but... the Witch's demon scared him. So he kept his distance from here.

"She doesn't need my help... she's dark and scary and... I don't like her..."

Cole stated.

"Uhh yeah duh. Well we should help to put her back wherever she came from! I don't like her neither!"

Sera added.

"I agree with the both of you... we need a plan... to get rid of her..."

Blackwall would lure Cullen out. They need to save him... he will try to talk to him but if things do not go well... he will kill him.

Meanwhile Cole and Sera go after the witch.

"Look Cole I know you're scared--"

"I am but I'll do it. I want to help– and she... she needs to go..."

"Glad we got an understanding... Okay– then you two take care of the demon. I'll handle the Commander... I'm sure the inquisition will understand once the witch is dead. And will probably be freed from whatever spell she's casted over almost everyone here..."

...

Sera asked

"So how do we kill her?"

She looked at Cole and Blackwall for ideas.

"Demons are un-pure... they can be purified by something that is pure when it comes into contact with their being and sent back to the fade. Or be consumed by another demon..." Cole said.

"That's actually very useful information for once there Cole. Now that's helpful. So how do we obtain something that's pure enough to purify her?"

Blackwall stated and asked Cole.

"Cullen."

"What?"

"Cullen's soul can purify her..."

"Hmm... wouldn't he have to die though?"

"Yes... he would... it would burn up his soul to purify her's... she and him would be gone..."

"So they both have to die... Or Cullen dies and she returns to the fade... can we convince Cullen to do that... probably not I reckon."

Sera pointed out.

"I'll speak to him to see if he can be reasoned with but I highly doubt it... we need something else..."

They were all stumped on what to do...

They could not ask Solas for help because he advocates for anything that comes out of the Fade and the Witch possessed by a demon has done nothing wrong either, but Blackwall remembered what happens when you let your guard down around dark and deceitful things... it does not end well…

Blackwall did talk to Lady Cassandra, but the seeker told him so long as she's here to help and never hurts Cullen or anyone they care about in any way. She was fine with her being here…

And they could not ask Viviene either, because she has taken a liking to the Witch. They are not friends, but they do certainly have respect and tolerance for one another. Also she does put the Witch's crafting skills to the test by making intricate outfits for her.

Additionally…

Dorian likes the Witch... Varric does not mind, and Bull... Wants to sleep with her...

There was really no one they could go to nor ask... Maker's balls she had almost everyone here wrapped around her dark demon finger.

"Cole, is there a way we can capture a soul?"

"Ummm yes but you need a mage who knows how to bind to do so..."

"Maker's ass all the mages here like her or tolerate her..."

"What about the Templars?"

Sera pointed out

Oh of course. The answer was there. Blackwall knew some of the Templars did not like the witch. At all. But because she was initially hired to be a seamstress and now is with Cullen they stayed their blades from... her. But only just.

Yes some of the Templars have voiced their concern to Blackwall, because he is a grey warden and they were questioning their former Templar Commander's... choice in partners. They think he's fallen out of grace with the maker, but he still goes to the church to pray and continues to work diligently. He seemed to be much happier as well and looked well rested, but it could also be a trick by the Witch.

So... Blackwall enlisted the help of the Templars who were... not so keen on having the witch around.

...

She was working on sewing some clothes the soldiers had dropped off for her. It was very meditative and calming...

Dollerin was cutting cloth and Maxine was making tea and snacks for tea time.

There was a knock at the door.

Maxine went to answer it.

"Yes?"

"Is the Witch (Demon-Bitch) here?"

Sera asked.

"Umm yes, do you want to come in--"

"No, I actually want her to come out to talk to me. I have something private I wish to discuss with her."

"Oh well that's--"

"It's alright Maxine, I will go... please keep the tea warm for me, I shall be back soon..."

The Witch put down her work.

‘Yes! Got her!’ Sera thought to herself.

"Please lead the way Sera." The Witch spoke calmly and politely.

"Uhhh yeah! Follow me!"

Sera was leading the Witch towards the trap.

The Witch was following her quietly.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask yah."

Sera was deathly curious about something before the Witches demise as they walked.

"Yes? What is it, Sera?"

The Witch spoke calmly.

"Why are you still here? Like shouldn't you be back in Tevinter by now?"

The Witch chuckled.

"Ah Yes, I have overstayed my welcome but... something unexpected happened and I want to stay..."

"What was the unexpected thing?"

"Well you must know by now me and Commander Cullen are together... and things are really bad with the world right now as well so... I do not wish for this world to be destroyed– and the rifts need to be sealed so spirits stop turning into demons when they pass through the rift..."

Sera stopped short.

"Wait-- Spirits are turning into demons when they pass through the rift?!"

"Yes... Solas can confirm that if you do not believe me... I don't blame you if you do not..."

Sera asked.

"Wait, did you pass through a rift then?"

"No... I came here by a different method..."

The Witch stayed silent for a moment. She touched her arm where the mark was.

"At least this girl's body I possess is happy now..."

Sera blinked.

"What happened to her that made her resort to... Summoning and being possessed by you?"

"Sera..."

"Yes?"

"I know you, Blackwall, Cole, and some Templars wish to end me..."

Sera was taken aback then jumped quickly back. Knocked one of her arrows and aimed it at her.

"What?! You-- How– Bah doesn’t matter! How about I kill yah now?"

"Alright..."

"What?"

"If that's what you want then alright... but if you do... will you help Cullen through his despair? I want him to live-- even if I am removed from this world... So go ahead... if you're willing to help him and take responsibility for causing his despair... then shoot me. I will not fight back..."

Well that's too bad cause Blackwall is gonna end him as well.

"Then may you two rest in peace together."

Sera let go of her arrow-- but before it hit the Witch.

She vanished.

"Aw piss!"

Sera ran to Cole and the Templars to tell them the Witch got away...

...

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A Templar’s Vice Act II

Part 2 - “Darker, Yet Darker”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Trigger warning: Explicit mentions of rape and assault

On their way back to Skyhold they had a moment to rest… it should take one more day of travel to get there…

The Witch did not bring a horse nor anything with her that would point to her using a mount to travel… Cullen remembered how quickly she came to Skyhold only a day after receiving the letter to summon her– because it would have taken her a week to travel from Tevinter to Skyhold… at least…

He wanted to ask her about that but…

Cullen saw Cassandra and the Witch walking off together.

He was worried and wanted to go after them but... he remembered what Cassandra had told him when they spoke at the Winter Palace after he came out to the group that he and the Witch were in a relationship...

"So long as she makes you happy and never hurts you-- I will stay my blade from her."

Cullen needs to trust in Cassandra... like he has ever since he joined the inquisition almost half a year ago...

But...

He still could not help but worry...

...

The Witch and Cassandra were alone by a river. Not too far from camp but far enough to have a private conversation.

"So..."

"What are you planning to do with him?"

"Mmm how much detail do you want me to go into? Because me and him have done... Quite a bit already..."

Cassandra was taken aback by the Witch unabashedly implying her and Cullen have had intercourse. But Cassandra stayed steadfast.

"That's too much information that I don't want to know more about-- I just want to know your plans with him. That's all."

The Witch was fanning herself and actually taking a long time to think.

"I don't know..."

"What?"

"I don't know what I have "planned" for him... I'm honestly just living in the moment... But I can say..."

She took another moment to think.

"... I care about him... alot... and I know it's strange to hear that from a being such as myself... But that's how I feel... And that's what I know right now..."

Cassandra was not sure how to respond to that. She took a moment to think as well.

"That is strange... but..."

She looked off at the river.

"This may be silly of me to request but..."

She looked back at the Witch and the Witch looked at her.

"Don't ever hurt him. Physically or emotionally."

The Witch nodded.

"I would never dream of doing so... I share your concerns about that as well..."

The Witch paused and said this to Cassandra.

"If there ever comes a time I had to choose between my life or his..."

Another moment of pause then...

"I'd gladly give up mine so he could live on... and that would hurt him, but... at least he will live... and if that ever happens... please... watch over him in my stead... if you can..."

Cassandra again was taken aback by the Witches' confession and request.

"Do you love him?"

The Witch took a moment to respond.

"I... I think so... I'm not sure... is... is that love? To want to die for someone you care about.... how tragic and sad..."

Cassandra nodded.

"Yes love can be like that... but it's the caring part I think you should focus on and not the tragic parts."

The Witch hummed.

"Then yes... I suppose I do..."

"Have you told him that?"

"No... But... I think he knows... and..."

She looked at the river as well.

"... I want to see how things go before I confess that, because words have power... especially those words... and when I say those words to him... It has to be at a good moment... the right moment... but... I feel like it's not right now..."

Cassandra nodded again.

"I understand... Well thank you for talking to me... I do hope you two can be happy..."

The Witch nodded slightly.

"Me to..."

"I also wanted to ask you, what kind of demon are you?"

"I am a demon of desire... but I was once a spirit of love, however..."

The Witch pulled back her sleeve and showed Cassandra her black human bite mark on her arm.

"I was transformed the day I possessed the girl who summoned me..."

...

Cassandra stepped closer and looked wide-eyed at the mark.

"May I?" She asked, reaching out.

The Witch silently nodded and moved her arm so Cassandra could hold it and get a better look at it.

"Maker, that looks so painful..."

"It doesn't hurt anymore... but it does feel like it burns whenever I cast magic... I have gotten used to it, and it's the medium that binds me to this girl’s body..."

"Can I touch it?"

"Yes... it's just a mark, it won't curse or spread to you if you touch it. It's only meant for me and the girl."

Cassandra gently ran her gloved finger over the black bite mark. It had depth where her teeth had sunk into the skin still and it seemed like it was... preserved into her flesh and turned black.

"What exactly happened to the girl that drove her to do this?"

"Mmm... I'm not sure if that's the truth you want to hear, Lady Seeker..."

"I know the truth can be terrible, but please tell me..."

The Witch stood there for a long time then said.

"I... I'll tell you and Cullen..."

"You haven't told him?"

"He knows about the mark and that the girl greatly suffered at the hands of the circle-- mainly at the hands of Templars, and the Chantry turning a blind eye... but I never told him specifically what happened... I share her memories you see... the good and... the bad... and the downright terrible..."

Cassandra nodded.

"Do you want me to go get him?"

"Sure... I suppose it's as good a time as any... I'll umm... wait here..."

Cassandra nodded and left to go get Cullen.

She stood silently cradling herself in her arms watching the river while she waited...

...

Cullen and Cassandra came back not too long after.

They saw there was another campfire with logs all around. For them to sit by the river.

She did that all with magic. Maker, she could do that? What else was she capable of?

"That was not there before..."

Cassandra pointed out. Cullen just glanced over and looked back at the Witch.

She was sitting on a log not looking at them even as they approached. She was just sitting there, quietly, looking at the river-- as if she was in a trance.

As they got closer she spoke.

"She loved the water... She grew up by the sea-- she and her siblings would beg their father, much to their mother's disapproval, to take them out on his fishing boat... you could also find them and their friends by the shore... exploring the cliffs and hunting for shells and wildlife that lived by the bay..."

Cullen and Cassandra listened as they sat down besides her. The fire at the center was crackling with a pleasant noise as the flames danced on the wood.

The Witch was still not looking at them as she spoke but they listened.

"... Nice memories of hers... I can recall... whenever I see the water... a river, a lake, the sea... reminds me and her of better-- happier days... before the dark-spawn came during the last blight… then Templar's came and took her away from her paradise..."

She turned towards Cullen and Cassandra.

"...and into hell."

...

Cullen was not ready to hear the details, but he probably was never going to be ready.

Cassandra was there with him as the Witch recounted why the girl resorted to using blood magic and summoning a spirit who became twisted due to her immeasurable pain and despair-- as the spirit possessed her.

"Her mother and father were presumably killed by the dark spawn she tried to fight against… unfortunately the Templar's tore her away after she helped them fight the dark spawn… and she was not sure of the fate her family faced… since they knowingly harbored a mage. Her siblings were sent off to different circles... I tried to look for them, but... nothing..."

Cullen and Cassandra felt a cold shiver down their spines and the witch continued.

"The circle she was forced to go to... with nowhere to go and no one nor family to save her..."

She paused and then continued.

"She was sexually assulted and used by the knight commander incharge of the circle she was in... many of the young "pretty" female mages were... despite him being married and having an entiled son that... thought he could also get away with the same things his father did..."

Cullen felt sick. He... he had also participated in... "the comfort program". After Ferelden's circle fell and he was tourtured by demons and his friends were killed... He needed "comfort" and praying would not be enough...

He thought at the time all the females involved (Especially female mages) were all voluntary... Well... so he thought and was told to believe.

Maker, when he found out the truth after he left the order... he wanted to cut his own dick off.

"...but the day his son tried to get... his hands on the girl... well she snapped and burned him-- unfortunately she didn't kill him, but definitely left a mark... she was of course going to be punished-- while the son got off scott free... she was going to be made tranquil, she still had her sewing and magical cloth crafting skills they could use... They starved her of her mana and food to prepare her to receive the brand... And on the evening before the day she was supposed to receive it, and in her most desperate moment..."

The Witch touched her arm where the black mark was.

"Well... You can probably guess by now what she did..."

Cullen knew there was corruption in some circles... but Maker, he never imagined it was THAT bad.

Cullen and Cassandra looked horrified.

"Of course, I do not expect you to believe me... Because of what I am..."

"No, we believe you... We have heard some reports, but they were speculative at best... Maker, we should've looked into this-- done more..."

Cassandra stated.

"Well... it's too late for that now... but maybe... hopefully after all this... something better can be done..."

Cullen and Cassandra were shaken to their core. Their Order that they put absolute trust and faith in allowed for monsters within their upper ranks to get away with the most abhorrent of atrocities towards the mages.

"Where is the girl now?"

Cassandra asked the demon.

"She's still here... but she's asleep... dreaming in the realm between the Fade and this world… The Veil... while I am awake in the nightmare of this reality"

She showed her mark again to Cullen and Cassandra.

"This binds us. Connects us... We are one. I am her and she is me... it's just a matter of whose conscience drives the body... which is me right now..."

"Can... Can she be woken up?"

Cullen asked the demon.

"Yes... but I wouldn't recommend it... You see... much like how you sleep and dream you aren't aware of the current reality going on around you-- same goes for the girl so... I suspect she would not know you... we do share memories and she will eventually know but... I'm not sure how she'll take the shock of losing everything she loved and cared about... and being surrounded by strangers... that she personally does not know... she would only know through my memories, but not hers... and it's... better this way..."

Cullen was torn.

"I... I see... I umm... I need time to think... and process all of this--"

Cullen spoke out loud and then...

She was gone.

It was only Cullen and Cassandra who were sitting at the campfire site she had conjured.

"Wait Cole can do that too--"

"Yeah..."

Cullen said, looking down. He was used to her vanishing suddenly like that, and he knows she left to give him time and space-- and talk to Cassandra. He will see her later...

He let out a huge sigh.

"Cullen?"

"Cassandra, all my young life-- up until a year ago, I wanted to be a Templar. I thought they were the true protectors and guardians of good, light, truth, and justice... I never questioned their methods-- until it was far too late..."

Cassandra stayed silent listening to him.

Cullen looked into the fire the Witch had conjured.

The flames kept dancing in a hypotonic rhythm as it ate and burned away at the wood.

"I see now, how naive I was... Maker, I don't know what's right, and what's wrong anymore!"

Cullen held his head and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Cassandra placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"We make the best choices we can in the moment-- with what we know... Cullen. Not only as a seeker, but as your friend-- I can tell you-- You are what the Templars should be, at your core-- your heart was in the right place-- but those who were more corrupt above you lead you down the wrong path. However, now you're breaking away from that and you're finally seeing the bigger picture and truth... which isn't always easy to face... especially, when it goes against everything you thought was right... honestly, I feel the same way you do right now but... for what it's worth..."

Cullen looked at Cassandra.

"... I think you are on the right path now..."

Cullen took a moment to gather himself.

"I hope so..."

Cullen then remembered what the Witch told him about his soul.

"But my dark desires..."

"Come from a base of light, love and wanting to protect... not of true darkness, evil or malice. But as it is drawn out it becomes twisted– into something darker... but the root of your "dark desires" is pure, and good..."

Cullen did not know what to say and she continued.

"You're good Cullen, through and through. I can confidently confirm that."

His beloved Demon Witch said those things... and it lines up with what Cassandra told him… Cullen was starting to believe in their words– more and more now...

When Cullen and Cassandra put out the fire, with a water bucket that was also conjured along with the campfire. The logs, the bucket and camp fire she conjured suddenly disappeared. Without a trace of it being there. There was not even a wet spot where they poured water, from the bucket, on to put out the fire.

They looked around and then at each other.

"Well that's certainly useful..."

Cassandra commented.

...

When they returned to camp Dorian asked.

"Where is the Young Lady?"

Cullen and Cassandra looked at eachother.

Then Cassandra asked.

"Has she not returned?"

"No, I thought she was with you?"

Cullen had an idea where she was.

"I think I know where she is..."

He walked to his closed tent, opened it up carefully, and yup there she was. Laying in many blankets. Cullen noticed the bed roll was made much more fluffier too and there were more blankets and pillows as well. It looked like she made a nest of comfort.

Maker, her ability to warp reality and manipulate things in this reality was extraordinary.

Was this the true power of a demon? He knew mages can make pacts with or summon demons and spirits to enhance their magical abilities and connection to the fade (the source of magic) or help with tasks... but he has never seen such magical feats she's been able to pull off... she is very powerful and--

Cullen closed the tent then turned to Cassandra and Dorian. He spoke quietly.

"She's there, sleeping, must be tired from all the traveling..."

Dorian blinked.

"Huh... I didn't see her enter the camp... strange..."

"Well she is a mage. She might’ve just teleported?"

Cassandra pointed out.

"Mmm true but I would've felt a ripple or something... well it's good to know she's safe and sound... I'll put on some tea, do you two want any?"

"Ahhh yes I'll take a cup"

Cassandra said.

"Not for me right now... maybe later?

"Sure thing Commander~"

Dorian said cheerfully but quietly.

"For now... I'm going to... rest with her if I'm not needed right now-- but come get me if there's something..."

Cassandra and Dorian got the...

"Alright."

"Yes Commander enjoy your rest~"

... hint and left.

...

Cullen took off his armor outside. Trying to be as quiet as possible.

Then he stored it nearby in a locked chest.

He kept his sword and shield on him though.

He took off his boots and carefully entered the tent.

The floor was so soft and plushy. She made it super comfortable here. Maker, why would you ever want to leave such a comfortable paradise.

He moved carefully to not wake her, but he heard her and then saw her looking up at him.

"Mmm Cullen?"

She said drowsily, stretching, and mewed. Maker's breath, she's so cute and sexy

"Uhhh yes it's me… ummm… Sorry did I wake you?"

"Mmm... No... I'm just relaxing... I don't need to sleep..."

"Oh, but it looked like you were..."

"Mmm... yes... it does look that way doesn't it..."

She got even more comfy and made room for him. However he still asked.

"Ummm may I join you?"

"Well this is your tent... and I'm the one intruding... but yes... if you want to..."

He carefully put down his sword and shield near them. Then he took off his shirt and pants but kept his breifs on.

He saw that she moved the blankets so he could move in close to her. She was wearing very sexy black and comfortable lingerie. Her usual "night wear"-- that always sent Cullen's blood rushing to his crotch.

He moved and crawled so that he was hovering above her.

Even though he was conflicted about everything... There were some things he was sure about right now.

She's absolutely gorgeous, and all his.

And he is all her's...

...

He moved in slowly to kiss her. She seemed to be very drowsy, but she let him do what he wanted...

She wrapped her arms around his neck. This kiss was slow, sensual and full of a deep desire to make love to her.

She ate it up.

Cullen moved to remove his briefs as he kissed her. It was a bit difficult but he managed to get them off.

Maker, he was so hard...

He kept kissing her. Touching her. He wanted her to know that he loves her...

Even after everything she told him... he loves her all the same...

He took her left hand, with the mark, in his right hand, and made her touch him...

Does she feel it... feel what she does to him...

He was still kissing her-- as he held her hand on his girth with his and moved them up and down his hard member, together...

Her hand was so soft and delicate... He had to be careful not to crush it too hard... But he still had a very firm grip.

He moaned out in pleasure-- while still kissing her, and he did not care if the others heard them right now.

Let them hear. Let them hear how much they love each other...

And he wants her to know, and feel his love for her.

And... feed her his strong and darkest desires because... she seemed to be drained...

...

Cullen grunted as he pounded his manhood into her womanhood. She was on her back still as he dominated his beautiful and powerful demon witch.

He felt so alive when she was... At his mercy... With his girth inside of her soft wet folds... he was reminded about that bastard Templar, and his younger naive self, with the way he was acting...

He swears he will live out the rest of his days to fight for mage rights and make sure everyone is protected and treated fairly. Once this is over...

And he would gladly cut off that disgusting Templar's dick and make him eat it-- he would not not kill him... oh no... but make him suffer... because death would be far too merciful... him and all the other Templars who used the comfort program, ignorant or not, should pay... and they owe all mages more than an apology for the centuries of oppression and uncalled for subjugation...

Cullen was thrashing violently into her as he thought about this...

"Mmmm! Ahh... haaa... C-Cullen! ahhh..."

She shook and writhed under him. She read his mind, his darkest desires seeping out turned her on, and she was drooling... and quivering... It tasted so good... More, she wanted more...

Yes, oh sweet Maker yes, he loved it when she called out his name like that... as he made passionate love to her... Also she looked so hot as he made her drool... He will fill her up and fuel her with his desires... and he will fuck her so hard that she will have trouble walking-- but that's fine... He can carry her...

He grunted and moaned. Keeping up his heated assault until they both came...

And...

They were...

Very loud.

...

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A Templar’s Vice Act II

Part 1 - “Underneath the Stars”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Empress Celene thanked everyone for saving her and her people.

The empire will gladly be giving their support and troops to help bolster the inquisition's forces.

…

The Witch was standing beside Cullen with the inquisition group consisting of:

Leliana, Josephine, Cullen, The inquisitor, Dorian, Iron Bull, Cassanda and the Cloth Witch – as they were talking.

"So what's with the outfit?"

Leliana asked the witch.

"Well... I actually have a lot of clients here and It would difficult to stay hidden if people saw my face and features"

The Witch casually explained as she fanned herself.

Ahhh that made a lot of sense. Still she looked gorgeous in a mysterious way.

Cullen thought to himself. The witch definitely heard that though…

"You're also an excellent fighter. We saw you helping out Cullen with Corypheus' forces"

Bull pointed out.

The Wtich chuckled.

"Why thank you Bull~ Mmm how do they say... Practice makes perfect?

and in Tevinter the magistrates or nobles would host grand parties,

that on occasion... becomes like... well, what happened today... it's normal there..."

Cullen was shocked again to hear that.

Oh Maker, he never wants to go to Tevinter if he could help it but...

If he wanted to be with her after all of this...

He might have to...

Wait he was thinking about what would happen after...

he was only focused on their survival before he met her...

Now he was thinking what would happen after and...

he would not want to move on... not from her...

So if he needed to go to Tevinter with her-- to Tevinter he will go...

"Beautiful, can handle yourself when shit goes down, and a woman of many talents, what can you not do?"

Bull comment.

She chuckled in response.

"We all have things we are good and bad at... For me, well...

Let's just say never ask me to cook you anything or handle preparing food..."

She's a terrible cook. Good to know.

"Well can't you use magic to cook or make the food taste good?"

Bull asked.

"Ahh... No... Not really... I don't know why, but it always seems to never work out for me when it comes to food...

Maybe I am cursed or something..."

"Hahaha well I hope it's not contagious… and I guess you're right– about us all having things we are good and bad at.

I'm no world class chef or cook either, but I can get by with the basics on occasion.

You gotta-- especially if you're a traveling mercenary."

"Ah yes... that would make sense... if you don't have basic cooking or survival skills in that trade, well I could imagine you wouldn't last long..."

"Indeed."

The party and dancing was still going on– despite what had just happened. It seemed things had calmed down for the moment…

"Well on the topic of our faults..."

Bull glances at the dancers in the crowd.

"I am not the best dancer either but..."

Bull bowed and reached out towards her.

"May I have a dance my Lady?"

"Well I--"

"Sorry Bull, she's taken..."

Cullen interrupted-- he moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into his chest.

Everyone, including the Witch, were shocked by Cullen's sudden show of publicly being intimate with her.

Well... Leliana wasn't surprised.

She had her agents keeping an eye on the Witch and obviously knew about their relationship.

However, she kept it a secret to see what would happen, and it seemed like nothing wrong was going on between them...

"Mmm Cullen?"

The Witch gently spoke and touched one of his arm's that were wrapped around her waist.

"My apologies for not telling any of you, but... We are together... We have been for a while now..."

Cullen announced to the group.

Cassandra and Josehipine looked shocked.

Dorian did not seem to care, but acted surprised as well, and Bull...

"Ahhh... He got you from right out under my nose... Well played Commander. You're a very lucky man."

Bull was not offended at all. He actually sounded proud that Cullen got her.

"Yes, I certainly am..."

Cullen gently took her left hand in his and kissed it– while still holding her protectively with his other arm.

He did this to show everyone in the group and any onlookers that they were seriously involved.

And she belongs to him.

There were many broken hearts in the onlookers group.

...

Bull was dancing with Josehipine, while the Witch, inquisitor, Leliana and Dorian were hanging out-- chatting, drinking wine and eating the food while seated all together at a table.

Cassandra had pulled Cullen to the side to talk.

It was understandable, and was going to happen eventually.

"Cullen. Are you serious? You know what she is right?"

"Yes I know..."

Cassandra looked at the Witch. Thought for a moment then asked him.

"Does she... make you happy?"

Cullen blinked.

"Ahh... Yes... she makes me very happy..."

"She might hurt you Cullen..."

"She hasn't... and she... I don't think she would want me to ever get hurt... if what happened today is anything to go by..."

Cassandra sighed.

"I could never imagine you of all people would be with someone-- something... like that but..."

She looked again at the Witch. Then back at Cullen.

"So long as she makes you happy, and never hurts you-- I will stay my blade from her."

Cullen nodded.

"Thank you Lady Cassandra... I appreciate your concern and... looking out for me..."

"Of course-- I brought you into this mess and it's the least I can do."

...

On the way back to Skyhold

...

They had to make camp since it was a long way back to Skyhold, and

Cullen was worried if his beloved demon Witch would not be comfortable, but

as they were all seated around a campfire she commented–

"Wow... it's been a very long time since I have slept in a tent and gone camping... ahh... it's so nice to be out under the stars once in a while~"

She kicked her feet a few times in the air-- in a happy manner and leaned more into Cullen's chest. She was sitting between his spread legs... He snuggled her closer to his body...

She's very warm and...

She seemed like she is happy... and she's done this before... That quelled Cullen's worries about her being uncomfortable...

Then Dorian spoke.

"I unfortunately have gotten used to it... the life of a vagabond wasn't the one I chose on purpose..."

"Well it is not for everyone, but you seem to be doing well~"

"Only because I have to. Not much of a choice..."

"Why is that?"

"Well let's just say I had a bad falling out with my father, you see...

he wanted to marry me off to some Tevinter noble family girl and secure our and their bloodline...

I did not want to do it, but he said that he brought me into this world, raised me and therefore I owe him...

hence why I left…"

"Oh... I'm sorry Dorian..."

"Ahh it's fine. I have always wanted to get away from him...

and well...

I would take sleeping in a tent for the rest of my life over being chained to a life I do not want nor want to be imposed upon me."

Bull reached over and put a large hand on Dorian's shoulder.

"Hey, if you ever need anything just let me know."

Dorian reached up to touch Bull's hand and rested it upon his.

"Thank you, Bull... I... I appreciate that..."

Cullen had a much better understanding of Dorian. All the hate. And the fear. Just... went away.

He no longer just saw a Witch or a blood mage necromancer noble from Tevinter...

He saw... that... They were people. Just people who had their own problems, feelings and worries.

Cullen also had more respect for Dorian now.

And...

Cullen understood him as well... To want to get away from a life that chains you...

Much like how he is trying to break free from his chains and binds of the Templar Order he once served...

Also...

It's not an easy thing to disappoint your family to do something that would make you happy... Cullen remembered the day he left for Templar training... his brothers and sister mom and dad hugged him tightly and there were tears...

It's been so long since he has seen them...

He would like to see them again... hopefully when this is over and he wondered...

He glanced down at the witch in his arms... who was still talking with Dorian.

He wondered what his family would think of her if she met them with him...

...

Cullen and the witch were both sleeping in his tent-- together. Everyone here knew now they were together so...

they could actually be together without much worry about what the others think now...

Cullen felt a huge wave of relief but he still did not know what his troops would think...

He looked at her in his arms. She was lying on him-- her head was resting on his bare chest....

Her weight did not bother him at all... he barely felt her... she was so light--

She was also looking beautiful and enchanting as usual...

They were under a large heavy fur blanket. Keeping them both warm...

without her having to use or drain her magic-- The blanket, and both of their body heat combined kept out the cold.

She told him that she dislikes being or feeling cold...

"Mmm... do not worry my love I'll make sure you're always warm..."

He then whispered hotly into her ear.

"And fed..."

...

She was able to deep throat his entire girth now. She did gag if he went too far in-- at first, but

since they've done this so much she's gotten used to it and over her gag reflex.

Cullen watched as she fully deepthroated him. It was just the most beautiful thing he had the honor to witness and feel...

Oh sweet Maker... it was so difficult for him to stay quiet...

Since tents do not make for very good sound proofing...

But he endured and gagged himself with her long underwear pants in his mouth because...

She was probably starving...

...

While she was laying in his arms after her "dinner:..

Cullen was thinking how he just wanted to stay here with her, like this, forever...

Thank the Maker, or whatever, had made or sent her to him...

He decided just to not worry about how the others might react right now as sleep took him...

...

She was awake. She could not sleep... demons and spirits... well they do not exactly need to sleep...

so long as they have their respective emotional or spiritual energies they can feed on...

She listened to Cullen's even breaths while she was also moved slowly by the rising and falling of his chest.

She listened to the sound of his heart beat.

Such a lovely sound...

Then she heard him mumbling.

"No… No… Stop!"

He talks in his sleep. He does it every time he sleeps and dreams...

He was jerking around a bit as well...

He was having another night terror...

She calmly closed her eyes and focused.

"Consume thy fears... and let thy dreams become pure..."

Cullen relaxed.

Good... he should be having nice dreams now...

However... her mouth tasted like it was full of ashes and iron though...

Nightmares... especially terrors that tasted like burnt and overcooked food...

It was not as satisfying as consuming souls, spirits or desires...

However...

She would still gladly consume all of his nightmares...

...

Cullen woke up. He felt rested and good and...

She was there. On his chest.

Cullen blinked.

He was not used to waking up and seeing her.

But this was definitely something he could get used to...

He thought he was dreaming for a moment...

He... he could not remember his dream though...

He usually had nightmares but ever since he has been with her...

They were far less or he forgot them when he woke up... and he felt well rested...

She was... so good for him... which surpised him because she is a demon... How could they ever be... good?

She was absolutely breaking all his preconceived notions and assumptions he was taught about demons for his whole life...

Was she really a demon?

Well she is... because in their contract she could not lie to him-- and she said that she is a demon...

Oh wait and his soul... he still had it... why hasn't she taken it or eaten it?

Wouldn't that affect their contract?

He needs to ask her about that...

But for now...

He stayed there, with her, laying together in their shared warmth under the thick fur blanket...

In sweet tranquil silence for a bit longer...

...

After a while he finally had a chance to ask her... no one was up yet since it was still early in the morning...

"Hey, I need to ask you something..."

She was still resting on his chest.

"Mmm? What is it?"

"It's about our contract... I thought... I thought you needed to take my soul for it to be valid..."

"Oh... yes... well I have not taken it... however, our contract does still stand..."

"But why haven't you taken mine? I thought you took it? Consumed it..."

She moved to get up and looked at him with an agasped expression--

as if she was offended by something he did not know, because he did not know.

"If I did that I would've ended up like them..."

"Huh what?"

"Your soul is... very pure and good hence why it was effective against the demons and abominations. And... "

"I just took a bit of your pure soul's energy, and temporarily enchanted your weapon with it... Your soul "purified" them."

Purified? So them bursting into and being consumed by his soul's energy purified them?

"Wait, what about you?"

"Oh, if they get consumed by my fire. I eat them... you purify them soo anyone you hit with your soul's fire...

they go back to the fade, while the ones who were hit by mine were consumed and fuel my fire..."

Cullen looked horrified... Oh maker...

She switched the topic because she knew he felt uncomfortable...

"Listen... Despite what you think and feel about yourself... Your soul is too pure for me to take or consume..."

"My... my soul is... too pure? b-but-- I..."

"Yes, Cullen, your soul is pure and fine. Despite you thinking and feeling otherwise..."

"But then our contract..."

"Oh, I still own your soul... as you witnessed how I... manipulated it to my will. You consented after all... and It turned out to be... quite useful..."

Cullen was not too sure how he should feel about that...

"I have seen very few souls as pure as yours... I do not think you can be corrupted infact... or it would take a great deal to do so..."

Cullen blinked.

"But my dark desires..."

"Come from a base of light, love and wanting to protect... not of true darkness, evil or malice.

But as it is drawn out it becomes twisted into something darker...

However, the root of your "dark desires" is pure and good..."

Cullen did not know what to say and she continued.

"You're good Cullen, through and through. I can confidently confirm that."

"And I..."

Cullen looked at her.

"I do not want to consume your soul... as tempting as it is to try and corrupt it then consume it... I want yours to remain with you more than I want to take it from you..."

Cullen did not know what to say... he had no words...

And so he decided to show through action instead...

He moved to hold her in his arms.

She let him and melted into his sweet embrace.

They did not speak because... no words needed to be said

...

Continue to Act II - Part 2

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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Act II Interlude - “Cullen’s New Look”

Before (original) / After (Modded)

(Andreste bless the modding community~)

Picture 1 source / Picture 2 source

The inquisition's comments on Cullen's hair:

"Wooow love the new look commander."

"Ummm thank you."

"Did she do that?"

"Yes…"

"Damn, she's good."

"Yes…"

"Commander?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can she do my hair too?"

"No."

"I'm kidding! Yikes you look like you want to murder me…"

"Sorry…"

…

"Hey Curl-- Woah nice hair."

"Is it really that nice?"

"Yeah! It was nice before but I am really liking this more... laid-back and not so uptight look."

Laid-back?

"Did she do that?"

"Yes…"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes... but, people won't stop complimenting me about it…"

"You sound unhappy about that…"

"I... Well... I'm not so great at receiving nor taking compliments... But it is nice I know… It feels strange though…"

"Well that's understandable... But yeah you look great and a very lucky man~"

Varric playfully punched his arm.

"Ah... yes... thank you–"

Dorian suddenly appeared.

"Where is--"

He looked right at Cullen.

"Oh by the maker's art-- the rumors were true."

"What rumors?"

Dorian ignored his question and was just looking him up.

"If you weren't restricted by your choice in partners-- I'd definitely want to take you out and buy you dinner."

Cullen was taken aback by Dorian's comment and outright flirting with him.

"I ummm... yes I would like to go out for dinner-- as friends... ummm…"

Cullen was extremely flustered as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand.

Dorian chuckled.

"Oh, how you break my heart commander... But, of course we can absolutely have a nice chat and dinner sometime!"

Cullen remembered what the witch said to him a while ago...

"You must have left a trail of many broken hearts behind..."

Ah... yes...

Yes he does, but his heart belongs to her and... do demons have hearts? Well she does have a heart beat and is loyal to him--

"Hey Curly?"

"Hmmm? Were you saying something Varric?"

"Uhh yeah weren't you listening? or were you too shocked by Dorian's out right proposal to have dinner with you?"

"Uhh yeah…"

"Don't worry commander I do not bite... unless you want me to."

"Oh maker's breath…"

Cullen pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

...

His beloved demon witch was laughing.

"Oh my he said that?"

"Yes…"

"That's... Wow... Ser Dorian is great~ You should take that poor man to bed~"

"No."

"Hahahaha! I'm kidding of course!"

She was hysterical.

"You really find this funny?"

"No... hahaha... yes... but, I didn't know changing your hair style would do that... I'm so sorry... you want me to change it back?"

"No... I like it... and this change is good. It was just... not expected how people would... react... it was not bad it was just... surprising…"

"Oh? Well... I know how much you looovveee surprises…"

She teasingly said as she stroked her pointer finger down his armored chest plate...

"Mmhmm... And you seem to be very amused... by my torment…"

Cullen pulled her in close.

"Mmm just a bit..."

She snarkily said and he brushed her lips with his.

"Mmhmm..."

…

Apart of Act II - Part 6

Continue to Act II - Part 7

Link to Act II

Link to Act I

Link to Master List

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"Falling and Rising"

"I want you..."

"... to love me..."

"... and only me."

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My personal lame fanart inspired from my dragon age fanfiction:

Available to read here

"A Templar’s Vice"

Or on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Also here's the photo ref I used as further inspiration for this drawing...

Link to blog Master List

Photo source

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Extra stuff:

I was listening to this song while in the drawing zone:

https://youtu.be/6h9EM3MaFQI

I heard Cullen also has a great singing voice...

I can see him singing that

Mmmm I love his protruding veins

Okaay back to the trash bin I goooo

#dragon age cullen #cullen rutherford #cullen stanton rutherford #cullen dragon age #cullen x oc #cullen #templar and witch realtionship #witch oc #witches #dragon age inquisition fanart #fanart #my art

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A Templar's Vice

Part 10 - "Playing with fire"

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

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It was closing in on the day they had to leave for Orlais and go to the winter palace where peace talks were happening…

Dorian and the inquisitor saw what Corypheus had planned to set a terrible future in motion. The empress of Orlias was killed by Corypheus’ forces. They needed to go not only to gain support to help combat Corypheus’ massive forces from Orlais, but to hopefully stop the assassination of the Empress…

It was fortunate that the inquisitor and Dorian had apparently seen the future when they went to help out the rebel mages back at Redhold. They got a glimpse at Corypheus’ plan…

Before… Heaven fell to Corypheus… and is now buried under a mountain worth of snow…

Cullen felt a huge pang of guilt and shame for not being able to fight back… Because Corypheus had a bloody dragon– an archdemon on his side… As well as a red templar monster army accompanied by dark spawn, demons, and abominations the archdemon controls– which Corypheus controls… Also Corypheus had been creating the rifts as well– which were giving him an endless supply of demons from the Fade to use…

The odds were truly stacked against them but…

Next time… he won’t run away. He does not want to…

Cullen was getting extremely nervous and had a headache… Though not bad as usual but still annoying…

He really wanted his demon witch to go with him, but he remembered what was a part of their deal…

Their contract…

“Do not put me or this girl’s body into any real danger.”

And into danger is where they were going…

…

“For Corypheus!”

Grand Duchess Florianne shouted as suddenly a slew of guards started to attack anyone who was not on Corypheus’ side.

It turned out she was the assassin.

Some of the guards turned into abominations as well.

It was chaos– Just like what happened when he was stationed at Kirkwall…

“Cullen, protect the people– I will go after Florianne!”

The inquisitor commanded.

Culled nodded.

“Alright! Take care inquisitor!”

Cullen ran off to find a weapon. He was not allowed to bring his sword and shield with him…

He tore off a halbird from one of the armored statues and started to fight off the abominations and turned Red Templar guards.

This was not good… So many people were killed already…

Cullen was trying to fight off some abominations, and he saw some helpless people about to be killed.

Maker! No!

Cullen would not be able to save them–

The abominations and guards suddenly bursted into black flames. They screamed and cried out in angoy as they were reduced to nothing.

It happened so fast.

‘Maker! What the–’

A woman dressed in all black wearing a long cloak with a cape wearing a raven mask to hide her face appeared and spoke in a familiar calm soothing voice.

“My my… I did not expect Orlaians to adopt Tevinter party customs and entertainment…”

Cullen thought he was going mad. She’s here but…

“I-I thought you could not come here.”

“Hmm…? Why not?”

“Because–”

More abominations and guards came to attack. She moved gracefully and dispatched them all quickly– with her magical black fire.

Cullen involtarty raised an arm to defend against nothing.

She looked pointedly at him.

“Because it’s dangerous? Ha! This is nothing compared to a Tevinter gathering going wrong… The abominations are much bigger and scary…”

An abomination tried to sneak up on her, thinking she was distracted by talking to Cullen, but she snapped her fan closed and the abomination’s body snapped along with the closing of the fan.

Cullen cringed.

“Maker’s breath!”

She chuckled as she reopened her fan and was casually fanning herself. As if she did not have a care in the world about the chaos and death going on around them.

“Well…”

She raised a pointer finger at Cullen that had a fancy purple jewel increscested in a black ornate ring. Then flicked her finger to one side and Cullen’s weapon’s blade turned pitch black.

“What did you do?”

“Hit something and find out… and I would recommend to… keep that blade away from cutting yourself… or anything you care about.”

Cullen was confused but he knew she was here to help. No time to think too hard about this…

They have abominations to slay and people to save.

…

Cullen struck the blackened blade of his halberd into an abomination.

The wound he inflicted bursted into a bright blue fire that quickly spread and consumed the monster.

Maker’s breath!

“Oooo yours is such a pretty color!”

“What?”

“The fire of your soul– it’s a pretty color.”

“Is… that what that is?!”

The fire of his soul?

Wait a minute. He still has his soul? But their contract–

A few more abominations appeared and she summoned black fire to consume them.

Well… demons do not have souls so… he guessed a flame void of light and the opposite of what a soul might produce made sense…

He needed to ask her about their contract later…

Like didn’t he sell it to her? Has she not taken it yet and why?

So many questions but a really bad time to think about this and ask them.

She broke him out from his thoughts– pointing at something and said calmly.

“Behind you…”

Cullen turned around and quickly dispatched a Red Templar who was dressed as an Orlaisian Guard. The fire did not spread as much nor quickly– due to templars being magic resistant, but Cullen’s powerful swings were enough to take them down.

…

There were only Red Templars now, but they were much much more difficult to take down…

“Ahhh! I cannot take them down quick enough… They’re resistant to my magic…”

“Don’t worry I will–”

“Cullen, you cannot fight them all by yourself…”

“Don’t worry I can handle it, just get to somewhere you’ll be safe.”

He started to leave.

“Cullen! Wait–”

He stopped surprise at the sound of… desperation in her voice… she was always calm so that caught him off guard…

He turned around to look at her and spoke softly towards her.

“What is it?”

“I cannot fight them… but…”

She raised her arm and cut into it with a sharp ring she wore on her other pointer finger.

“What in the maker’s name are you doing?!”

He was going to lunge to stop her but then she spoke.

“It’s alright… You see… I am calling my… Pets…”

“Your… pets?”

She smiled– then as her bloody arm was raised she spoke in a language Cullen did not understand nor recognize. Her voice sounded strange as well… She was using blood magic to summon… Something…

Cullen then heard it.

Growling. Like a mabari hound, but only much much larger, and there were many of them…

But he could not see them. But he could feel whatever she had summoned… were here…

“I might not be able to fight the Red Templars effectively but… they can…”

…

Cullen with his demon witch mistress were able to save a lot more people than he could have on his own.

“Aww… Is it over already? Sheesh… this goes on for much longer and a lot more blood at a Tervinta Magistrate gathering that goes awry…”

Cullen just looked at her like she was crazy… Well okay yeah she is crazy but…

He did feel happy she was here.

…

“I am surprised you’re here!”

Josephine exclaimed.

“Ah yes… My apologies for not telling you… I felt it was best I keep myself hidden in the shadows… because of the situation…”

Josephine nodded.

“Ah makes sense and well… Regardless, we are very happy for you being here and for your assistance– You truly have gone above and beyond for us…”

The witch bowed her head respectfully towards Josephine.

“I am not as noble as you may think I am… because…”

Josephine and Cullen watched her.

“Oh! A plot to overthrow the Empress?! I just had to come see for myself– how could I not? This is history in the making! Quite exciting I must say~”

“Feels like we are back home… I am feeling quite nostalgic…”

Dorian chimed him.

“Indeed.”

The witch chuckled.

Josephine was taken aback and chuckled awkwardly.

“Uhh yes… exciting… that’s a way to put it…”

The witch chuckled again.

Cullen pinched his nose and breathed out exasperated.

“Maker’s breath…”

Right… Those two are from Tevinter… and it felt like it was a whole different chaotic world there… a chaotic world they were used to here…

His beloved demon apostate witch just smiled and chuckled at him in response as well.

...

End of Act l - Link to Master List

Side story - "The Witches"

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A Templar's Vice

Part 9 - "The sweet taste of sin"

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

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(Feat. Varric)

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Cullen now had a powerful demon at his beck and call.

A demon of desire whom possessed the body of an apostate witch whom he has been fucking almost nightly.

Maker he was truly damned...

...

"Are you hungry, my love?"

Cullen asked as he shifted the blanket away from his crotch. Exposing his large harded girth...

"Because your "dinner" is ready..."

...

Cullen liked that she belonged to him and he to her...

He knew before she met him she slept around a lot... but not with just anyone...

However, that seemed to irk him a bit.

He knows that it was unfair to put that on her and think that way but... he could not help it... to think that others had the privilege to have her... before him...

However, she is all his now.

That was a part of their deal and contract. She would be loyal to him....

And he...

Wanted her to...

Worship and love him-- and only him.

...

He made her lick and worship his hardened thick large member and engoured ballsacks with her mouth-- and tongue. As he held her head in place with one of his large strong battle worn hands threaded through her beautiful, light golden, blonde hair.

His is the only cock she should want inside of her from now on...

And he was surprised to learn that even though she has had many partners in the past...

He was the only one who's cock she put in her mouth and would willingly do so only for him...

That made him feel a twisted sense of pride and curbed some of his immature jealousy that he was the only one who could...

Fuck her between the beautiful lips of her mouth...

He was also directly feeding her the source of his illicit desires as well... He had to... That was also in their contract... She would starve otherwise... because normal food does not actually sait her...

She could only be saited by consuming people's desires, because she is also a demon of desire...

And sweet maker he had an endless supply of it seemed...

To give and feed her with...

And she's so good at taking and sucking on his manhood between her beautiful soft lips...

Maker's breath... he loved the sight of him in her mouth...

He burned the scene of this into his head...

"Mmmm you really like this... don't you... my love..."

He breathly stated.

She could only reply by continuing to take his thick large hardened member inside her mouth... She moaned to confirm she did like it...

...

She was always gone before he woke up.

He always felt…

Empty…

However, he was sleeping a lot better. His nightmares were also happening much less as well and he had a much better time handling the headaches– from his lyirum withdrawal…

He was also in a better mood over all and people noticed.

Especially…

“Hey Curly! Mind if I join you?”

Varric.

…

Cullen was at the local tavern they set up in Skyhold. It was good to have a place where people can relax, chat, play social table games and have drinks. It definitely helped to boost morale.. Maker, they definitely need all the morale boost and help they can get right now…

“So how are you doing?”

Varric asked.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

Varric nodded.

“Indeed, you seem to be… glowing…”

Cullen blinked.

“E-Excuse me?”

“Found yourself a partner have you? Common, Curly, I can tell from a mile away you got yourself someone special.”

Cullen got defensive.

“I- I don’t…”

Varric put up his hands.

“Alright alright I get it. You wanna keep it on the downlow, but hope whomever they are– and I could probably guess who it is– that they continue to make you happy and vice versa.”

Cullen's eyes went a bit wide for a moment with shock when Varric said “I can probably guess who it is.”

Varric playfully punched Cullen in the arm.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone… Cause after all the shit you’ve been through I think you deserve to have something good… Or at least… Something beautiful.”

Cullen blinked, surprised again, he really was not expecting that.

“I umm… thank you…”

Verric chuckled.

“It’s too bad you wanna keep it a secret though… would make a really good story… but I understand.”

Varric took a swig of some dwarin ale.

Cullen rubbed the back of his head and looked down. It was his nervous tell…

…

Cullen was sitting at his desk in his office and taken aback by Varric’s comments about him being with someone, and Varric knew it was the witch.

Maker! Was he that bad at hiding it?!

Well… people like Varric are extremely good at reading people and he pays attention to things others miss or do not realize what signs they are giving off without thinking. Signs and signals Varric is gifted at deciphering… Luckily not everyone has that…

And Varric did not seem to mind him being with her, but Varric is a very easy going kind of person…

Oh but Cassandra… Might think he’s gone mad and been bewitched or possessed by a demon for sure…

And Cullen was not sure what others in the inquisition forces he was incharge of would think?

Maybe they would also think he is crazy, or gone mad, or even been possessed because…

If you asked him a year ago if he would think to have a relationship with an apostate witch who is also possessed by a demon. He would think that person would be raving mad.

But here he is now…

In a relationship…

With an apostate witch who is possessed by a demon…

Cullen sighed, pinching his nose in frustration.

He felt a headache coming on from worrying too much about this…

Thankfully no one ever saw them together…

Well not intimately anyways…

She seemed to know and understand his worry though– because she was always sneaky and knew how to dance around prying ears and eyes.

Made all the more easier with magic.

…

“C-Cullen! Ah ha… ah!”

They were in his room again.

Cullen was sitting up with her. She was straddling his lap and holding on tightly with her arms wrapped around his head and neck– as he was thrusting up into her with reckless abandon. Making her cry out his name drove him harder to make her cry out for him even more…

He loves to make her scream in pleasure for him… because of him…

His nightly… sexy… witchy mistress.

His guilty pleasure…

He kissed and bit into her beautiful soft skin as he continued to mindlessly pound the source of his desires into her, and made her pass out afterwards from physical exhaustion. She did not have his incredible stamina, but he always was able to finish inside of her– before they were both done.

Filling her with his love and cum.

And she told him not to worry about her getting pregnant… She had a spell upon her to prevent that.

So he could freely let go of any worries and pent up lust for her…

Maker, she's perfect…

For an apostate witch– possessed by a demon…

...

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A Templar's Vice

Part 8- "Falling and Rising"

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Aposate Witch Dragon age inquisition fanfiction.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

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“I was drawn to her pain… her anguish… her despair… I heard and felt her…

Save me… someone help me… maker please… help me…”

Cullen felt like his heart had been squeezed. He would have saved her. Maker he–

She continued after a moment of gathering herself.

“And the maker did answer her plea…”

Cullen’s grip was tight on the bed as he listened to her story of how she came to posses this girl.

“… by sending me to her.”

…

Cullen felt like everything he knew. Everything he trusted and believed in… was all a lie, but she could also be lying.

“Can… can we make it so in the contract…”

He needs to be sure–

“You can never lie to me?”

“You think I’m lying to you now? Well…”

She looked off to the side realizing something.

“Right… you would think that way… but sure, we may add that. I have nothing to hide anyways… also…”

Cullen listened.

“I do not answer to Corypheus if that’s what you’re worried about… I only answer to myself and the mage girl who has suffered greatly by your order’s hands… and lead her to well… where we are now.”

Cullen felt guilty.

“I’m sorry if I’d had known–”

“There would be nothing you could have done and even so… back then– do not apologize for something you were not a part of nor could do anything about… it’s silly.”

“But I…”

She moved in to hug his head.

“I know…”

He hugged her back. He definitely had his face in her breasts but it did not feel awkward or uncomfortable… it felt…

Comforting…

After a while of them silently embracing each other she moved back and said.

“mmm… the way you held me when we were on the battlements was so hot though…”

“Wha–”

She almost chucked at his reaction but stole herself and went back to what they were talking about before.

“Alright, so my first condition is you do not put me or this girl’s body which I share with her in any real danger.”

Cullen was taken fully aback by that.

“Of– Of course, a-and the second?”

…

“C-Cullen! ah… haa ah…”

She cried out his name as he thrusted up into her. They were sealing the deal of their contract… by having intercourse.

Maker, how far has he fallen…

But it felt actually the opposite of falling.

Rising.

Rising to thrust up into her

Rising heat of his pent up desires and released it all into her. As they sealed their dark deal with their bodies.

Not falling… but rising…

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A Templar's Vice

Part 7 - "Dealing with a devil"

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon age inquisition fanfiction.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader discretion is advised!

Link to Master List

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Music Recommendation - KALEO "Broken Bones"

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Cullen knew he needed to find her, but he instead made himself busy with his duties:

He had called for an emergency evening meeting with his top lieutenants about final preparations before he was going to leave for Orlias in a few days…

He did not make it to his bedroom until late into the night.

After Cullen had finished up with his meetings and last minute duties… he was dreading going to bed…

Sleep was never easy for him and after what had happened with him and that witch today…

He’ll never be able to sleep well again…

At least… hopefully… no one saw…

He made his way up to his room. Climbing the ladder to his loft, opening the trap door.

The temptation to take lyrium to help him get by was stronger than ever… he just might–

“All done for the day?”

Cullen almost fell off the ladder that led into his bedroom loft. But Caught himself on the ledge at the last second.

“MAKERS BREATH!”

She bursted out laughing at his surprised reaction.

Cullen got a hold of himself and climbed up quickly shutting the trap door behind him.

She was right there. In his room.

He thought she ran away for good.

“You– you’re–”

She was looking at the hole in his roof then turned to him and pointed at it with her fan.

“Why is there a giant hole in your bedroom roof? Shouldn’t that have been repaired by now?”

Cullen took a very long moment to respond.

He was getting over the shock of seeing her here. In his bedroom.

He wanted to pinch himself to ensure he was not dreaming.

And of all things to say…

“I ummm… I like the fresh air and seeing the sky…”

She had a perplexed look as she looked back at the giant hole.

“Huh… fair enough I suppose…”

He was absolutely not sure what to do nor say. She smiled at him.

“Well… at least it’s not over your bed…”

She moved gracefully and sat on the end of his bed. Looking absolutely ravishing. He just stood where he was watching her intensely. Cullen reached for his sword but did not draw it. Unsure what to do.

She did not seem phased at all by his outwards hostility towards her. She was accurately calm still.

“Mmm.. are you coming or are you going to just stand there all night?”

He did not move.

“You think I want to–”

“You do.”

She leaned back a bit in a very flirtatious way. She looked completely ravishing.

“I know you do…”

“I will not be tempted by you demon!”

“But you already kissed me tough…”

Cullen clenched his jaw and his grip tightened further. He was clearly on edge.

“That was a mistake.”

He gritted out.

“Mmm was it?”

She said in a playful tone as she cocked her head to the side a bit. She was just sitting there. On his bed– looking very sexy and alluring.

Cullen was trying to summon all his templar training and discipline to not be tempted but…

He failed the moment he kissed her. He did not want to fail again–

“This mage girl’s body whom I now inhabit and share with her…”

The demon deliberately touched the top of her breasts in a sensual way. Cullen swallowed hard trying his best to listen but he felt his head going fuzzy… like before he kissed her.

“… she was in a very bad situation and… well… it just so happened things ended up this way…”

He got close to her. But did not get too close.

“Will you leave like that again?”

She had a playful look.

“I did that to make a point, and it’s fun to mess with you.”

Cullen crossed his arms.

“What?”

She sighed.

“Look, I am sorry I did that to you… and honestly…”

She looked down with a new look Cullen never saw her make.

She looked… Sad and ashamed?

“… I was a bit scared. It got too much… I couldn’t say anything because well… you were practically eating my face. Also… someone was coming– and oh! the slander and scandle someone seeing us together like that would cause!”

She said a bit over dramatically.

Cullen's eyes went wide.

“I… I’m sorry–”

She put a hand up to stop him.

“No. No. I edged you on. I should’ve stayed to bear the consequences instead of running away… which is… why I am here now…”

She looked up at Cullen.

“… I didn't mean to make fun of you and you deserve more respect than that… I’m sorry I truly am…”

Cullen moved in closer and knelt down. He took one of her hands in his and reached up to touch her face.

“Can we start over?”

She chuckled looking down and not at him.

“I do not think you should be with someone like me…”

Cullen moved in closer.

“Probably not but…”

His breath tickled her lips.

“I… I want to try…”

She acknowledged him by letting him kiss her… but this time it was soft, slow and loving. This kiss was meant to mend and right the wrongs between them.

She moved her hands to snake around his neck and hold the back of his head to help support him.

When they eventually broke away Cullen said something that caught her completely off guard.

“Make a contract with me.”

She thought she misheard him.

“What?”

“Make a deal with me. Demons make contracts and deals right?”

“Well it’s usually at the cost of your soul…”

“… well my soul is damned anyways for all the crimes I have commited and let happen…”

“Ummm… alright…”

Cullen stayed where he was. Crouched below her.

“So… how does this work…”

“Well first, we discuss what the terms are… what exactly do you want out of this contract…?”

“You.”

“Pardon?”

“I want you. I want you to answer to me, to ensure that you are not malicious and lying to me.”

She cocked her head.

“So… I’m to become your obedient pet?”

“Maker! No! More like a partnership… where I can call the shots and you obey…”

“Umm.. yeah… that just really sounds like you want me to be your bitch…”

Cullen looked shocked at her vulgarity.

“Maker! No! That’s not what I mean–”

“Fine.”

“What?”

“Fine… but I also have a condition… well two.”

“Umm alright… what are they?”

“Well firstly… I actually was never going to let you kill me… I do not wish to die nor have any real harm come to this girl and her body…”

Cullen blinked.

“You… Do you care about her?”

“Well… I’m not sure if care is the right word… but… I will tell you that this girl suffered a great deal at the hands of the Chantry and Templars…”

Cullen listened intently.

“I was drawn to her pain… her anguish… her despair… I heard and felt her…

Save me… someone help me… maker please… help me…”

Cullen felt like his heart had been squeezed. He would have saved her. Maker he–

She continued after a moment of gathering herself.

“And your "Maker" did answer her plea…”

Cullen’s grip was tight on the bed as he listened to her story of how she came to possess this girl.

“… by sending me to her.”

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A Templar's Vice

Part 6 - "Revealing desire"

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon age inquisition fanfiction.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

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Maker, she is beautiful.

Cullen thought as he approached her. She was alone. Looking over a railing at the view far away. She was waiting for him.

“Good evening Commander…”

She did not move from her spot leaning on the railing on her elbow looking out with a distant look.

Her voice was soft and smooth like silk. She was also sensually fanning herself as usual. It was also cold up here, she had no coat or anything covering her soft looking slender arms and shoulders…

Cullen wanted to kiss them… Kiss her…

“Good evening… aren’t you cold?”

“Mmm? Not really… magic is very useful in many ways… if you apply and use it correctly…”

Oh of course she was using magic to keep herself warm.

“Yes… Well, isn’t it exhausting to keep that up?”

“Mmm… if you do not know what you’re doing, and have bad mana control… it can be…”

She continued to eloquently fan herself.

“I see…”

He looked where she was looking. It was a nice view.

“My apologies, I should have asked before…”

They looked at eachother.

“May I join you?”

She took a moment to think.

“As you wish, Commander…”

She politely gestured at the empty space beside her with her fan.

He joined her and also leaned on his elbows on the railing beside her.

“I’m curious about something…”

“Oh?”

“It’s very cold out here and yet you’re fanning yourself…”

“I like the feeling of the gentle breeze on my skin… it’s calming… And my magic is countering the cold…”

“I see…”

“Want to try?”

She offered her fan to him.

“Oh no thank you…”

“Alright then…”

“Wait… I have an idea– if you’ll allow me…”

She cocked her head.

“Ummm… Alright?”

He moved slowly behind her. Placing one hand on the railing then another snaked around her waist to lock her in by his arm.

“You can fan us both this way… more efficient…”

She chuckled.

“Wow… so smooth Commander– where’d you learn to do that?”

He chuckled a bit.

“I’m not one to brag but…”

He moved his head so it was beside her face.

“I am a very good learner from observation…”

Also Varric’s books that Cassandra lended to Culllen to read… Well, the romantic and intimate scenes definitely gave him ideas– and were very… informative…

“I see…”

She chuckled again and then fanned him and herself.

The breeze from the fan was calming– along with her pleasant subtle scent of roses and lavender. Cullen felt very relaxed. He moved his other arm to hug her closer while he supported himself on the railing with the other. She was really warm…

“How does that feel, Commander?”

Her voice was so smooth and enticing. It and the gentle breeze from her fanning soothed his headache.

He almost did not hear her.

“It feels nice… very nice… thank you…”

His voice was low and calm.

He felt drunk. Yet he had nothing to drink…

Her shoulder was exposed.

He moved in slowly and softly kissed her shoulder. So warm…

“Mmm… Commander?”

He hummed and huskily said.

“Forgive me… You’re just so beautiful… and I could not resist…”

He kissed her shoulder again. Her warmth felt like it was spreading to his face as he kissed her skin. Or he was blushing but… who could really say…

She did nothing to stop him.

She maneuvered her head so her lips touched his ear.

“Do you like holding me like this…”

He held onto her even tighter.

“Yes… I want to hold you like this forever, if I could…”

…

“Well… that’s too bad because… I wish to be free…”

She whispered in his ear.

“And… if you were still a templar I could guess what you’d have done if you caught me… and you made me your charge…”

She grabbed a fist full of his hair to keep him in place. It was not hurtful. Cullen stayed still. As if he was under a spell.

“You would have me locked up… chained me… bound me…”

Cullen was already hard, but he got even harder as she brought forth his darkest desires about her.

“… kept me all to yourself…”

He felt so hot. Like his desire was an enraging inferno and she was fanning the flames.

“And…”

She put extreme emphasis on this last but not least part of his deepest darkest desires.

“… Fuck your Maker and ownership into me.”

Cullen suddenly grabbed her by the neck. His large hand easily encapsulated her slender neck as he held her in place.

“I know what you are.”

He whispered harshly into her ear while he held her neck with his large strong hand. He could easily choke or snap her neck…

“Demon.”

Her spitting out his deepest darkest desires confirmed it. Cole, a boy possessed by a spirit of compassion could do the same, read people’s thoughts… Cole wants to help. However, she felt darker… much darker than a spirit.

(A demon who has possessed the body of this mage girl.)

“Are you going to kill me?”

She said with a strange calmness– given the situation.

“I should.”

“If you are… then make it quick….don’t let me or her suffer…”

Cullen said nothing as his grip did not let up… he was hesitating.

She was doing nothing to stop him either. Both of them seemed to be at a stand still…

…

Cullen held her in place. One of his large battle hardened hands was on her slender delicate neck under her chin.

He was extremely torn what to do.

He should kill her– but something was holding him back…

She reached up with both her hands to touch the one on her neck. Not to remove it, but just to touch him.

“Mmm… You’re so strong and handsome…”

Cullen shuttered at her words. He was able to hold her whole neck with one hand but he could not seem to make her quiet.

“… you must have left a trail of many broken hearts behind…”

Cullen kept a firm hold on her. As he whispered huskily and hotly into her ear.

“And you must have left a trail of blood, misery and death…”

Despite the situation she was in she chuckled. It sent shivers down his spine.

“We are both guilty of all those things…”

Cullen was torn between kissing or killing her.

His grip tightened and she let out an involuntary moan– that sent Cullen’s blood rushing to his cock. And whatever little resolve he had left– snapped like a brittle dry twig.

He made her look at him and kissed her roughly. While still holding her in place with his other arm.

She moaned more and opened her mouth as he drove his tongue into her– this kiss was fueled by frustration, desire and was not meant to be careful or nice.

It was also a confession and confirmation of what she stated before…

Maker yes, he wanted to chain her, bind her, and lock her up… keep her all to himself…

And fuck the demon out of her.

Then suddenly Cullen felt.

Nothing.

“Maker’s breath!”

He stumbled forward and caught himself on the railing.

She suddenly vanished. Again.

Cullen was so shocked by the sudden disappearing act that he did not notice a patrol guard walking up to him at first.

“Commander– are you alright?”

Cullen wondered if they saw anything.

Did not seem so…

“Ahh, yes… I am fine– thank you for asking. Just getting some fresh air– Carry on.”

The guard was not sure if Cullen was really okay, but they did not question their Commander. They bid him farewell and left.

Once they were out of sight Cullen signed and held his head with one hand.

That damned demon got to him.

And their “dinner” plans were probably canceled.

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