What Happened

Solona was pacing. Back and forth, clad only in her nightgown, her bare feet nearly soundless
against the stone hall of Redcliffe Castle. It was insane, but she couldn’t sleep. If it was for any
rational reason, like the fact that they were heading to Denerim tomorrow morning to face the
Archdemon . . . well then she’d be fine. But instead, she was jealous.

Of all the things she ever expected. . . .

But somewhere, Loghain and Morrigan were . . . it was too much. She’d idolized Loghain from
afar for most of her life. And even after he’d done all those horrible things, when she looked at
him, all she saw was the knight in shining armor she dreamt about as a little girl.

She stopped and flopped against the wall, running a hand through her hair. Maker’s Blood, but
the thought of Loghain, the shining hero of River Dane, wrapped around the sinewy form of
Morrigan. . . the thought made her sick.

She resumed her pacing, staring down at the floor. Her feet picked up speed, and she didn’t
bother to watch where she was going. The hallway was deserted, after all. She took a few more
hasty steps forward and crashed hard into to something large, solid and warm. And something
that smelled like sweat and whiskey.

Hesitantly, she raised her eyes. Loghain.

“I . . . excuse me,” she stuttered, her cheeks flushing red, trying to take a step back, but his hand
flew up and fiercely grabbed her upper arm. He held her firmly, but more gently than she
thought he would be capable of. He was staring down at her pointedly. His breath reeked of
whiskey and his eyes looked feverish.

“Are you okay?” Solona asked and regretted it immediately when he grimaced.

“No,” he muttered. “It was . . . wrong.” He looked up and away for a moment and sighed. “Not
that I have some moral problem with any of it frankly. I understand why you suggested it, and it
was the correct course of action.” He dropped his hands to his sides and looked back at her.
“But somehow, I want nothing more than to get the stench of that witch off my skin.”

Solona leaned back against the wall. Her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Loghain was her
hero and she’d broken him. She wanted to melt into the floor.

“I don’t know what to say,” she managed finally. “I wish there was something I could do.”

Loghain’s eyes bored into her. He took a step forward, and pressed the palm of his hand against
the wall, leaning over her. His perpetual scowl faltered, softened and disappeared. Solona
wasn’t sure if she was possessed, but her hand moved up on it’s own accord and settled against
the side of his face. His skin was warm and softer than she expected. The rough texture of his
stubble made the smoothness of the skin underneath more pronounced.

“Maybe,” he rumbled, his voice like warm water pouring over her. “Maybe there is something
you can do for me Warden.” He paused. “Amell.” He smirked, a full on smile that made the
corners of his eyes crinkle up and made her heart skip a beat. “Solona.”

Solona blinked up at him. She wondered for a moment if she was asleep. Or if she’d lost her
mind and was still in the middle of her Harrowing, being tempted by a Desire Demon. Loghain
moved in closer and her other hand snaked up, her fingers tangling into the thick hair at the nape
of his neck. His eyes closed and he crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his mouth
pressing down on hers, his tongue insistent against her lips until they parted.

He might be a demon. But, fuck it, it was worth getting cut down by the Templars for just one
night with Loghain.

Before she could even react, he crouched down and slipped his hand behind her knees, scooping
her up into his arms. He took a few loping steps to the door to her room and kicked the door
open. It banged loudly against the wall. There was no way that the entire castle hadn’t heard
that. And somehow, Solona expected the show was just about to begin.

Loghain tossed her down unceremoniously onto the bed and planted his hands on his hips. He
looked a bit hesitant for a moment, like a shadow rolled across the moon.

“Are you . . . ,” he started.

“Shut up Loghain,” Solona said, cutting him off. “And I promise when we are done here, you
won’t be able to remember anything about Morrigan.”

He took a few steps until he was standing at the edge of the bed. Solona sat up, draping a leg on
either side of him, tugging at the laces to his pants. Her finger made short work of them and his
erection sprung out.

Maker’s Breath. He was huge.

Grinning wickedly, she flicked her tongue out, laving the tip of his cock. He tasted musky and
unfamiliar. Like Morrigan, Solona expected. Somehow, that only spurred her on , and she ran
her tongue in long sweeps along the thick ridge on the underside of his cock, furiously trying to
remove any trace of the witch from his skin.

Solona Amell was the only witch for him, and she was going to make damn sure he knew it.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, feeling his balls press up against the side
of her palm and slid the head of his cock between her lips. His hips bucked forward, almost
involuntarily until her lips hit the side of her hand. She gagged a bit, he was so big and hard in
her mouth.

Loghain heard her distress, and groaned.

He pushed her away harshly, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her up further on to the bed.
His hands tore at her nightgown, splitting it from the hem to her waist. He had one hand
wrapped around each of her knees, spreading them wide and he slid his face down her inner
thigh. His stubble pickled against her soft flesh. Loghain’s tongue flicked out and drew quick
circles around her clit.

Solona screamed.

“Oh Maker, yes!” Her voice was breathless and ragged as his mouth devoured her. He was going
to eat her alive, and she was going to die happy.

He delved between her folds, sucking on her clit hard, one hard slithering down her thigh until a
thick, calloused finger plunged into her. Solona’s entire body jerked up, her hands wrapping
around the back of his head. He chuckled against her, the rumbling of the sound shooting ripples
of pleasure straight up to her skull.

He looked up at her with heated eyes, his tongue pressing tight against her bud.

“Andraste’s tight cunt,” Solona said. “Please Loghain, take me.”

His tongue made a slow, torturous circle around her clit. His finger slid out of her and he leaned
back, thoughtfully sliding his finger into his mouth. Loghain rose to his feet. He leaned down
over her, one hand on either side of her shoulders, his hips pressing down between her thighs.

He looked serious again, his expression of mixture of want and . . . . pain.

“You’ve had him, haven’t you?” Loghain growled deep in his throat. “Alistair.” He said the
name like it was poisonous.

Solona only managed to nod.

“Good,” Loghain said, his hips charging forward. His cock buried itself inside her, stretching her
and filling her more than she thought possible. “Then when I fuck you, we’ll both forget.”