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My Dragon Age Inquisition character card embroideries all together! Each is 11.5x19.5 cm. Dorian took 73 hours, Cassandra took 89 hours, and Sera took 75 hours.
I wonder which character I'll do next...
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[Image descriptions: Embroidered versions of the Dorian, Cassandra and Sera character selection card from Dragon Age Inquisition.
Dorian holds a book under his left arm while casting magic with his right. There are white glyphs in the air and a white snake running under his cloak and under his arm.
Cassandra sits atop a war horse with Inquisition soldiers behind her. She wears black armour with a gold-trimmed cloak, and the Seeker flag and he cloak stream behind her.
Sera stands atop a slanted tree trunk with her bow held suggestively between her legs, looking at the Skyhold tower in the distance, where the tiny figure of the inquisitor is present in the window. Mountains and turrets make up the background behind her.]
This wasn't right.
The way Felix had you positioned, sprawled out on your back with your legs parted. The way he looked down at you, his perfect feline eyes filled with wicked admiration. The way your hand hovered painfully above your sex at his behest, trembling with hesitation.
Blame it on your sheltered upbringing, or your simple inexperience. But nothing about it seemed objectively 'right' to you, in the scheme of things that were considered to be proper or pure.
So why then, does it feel nothing but that?
"What you are waiting for, princess?" Felix purrs, fingertips ghosting over the skin of your thighs.
You shrug meekly, though you know why you're holding back. You just can't bring yourself to tell him.
"Is my baby shy?"
You nod, grateful that he seems to know.
"But doesn't she want to feel nice?"
"Y- Yes..."
Felix licks his bottom lip, unable to hide the way your little confirmation affects him, knowing that you'll need his help.
He places his hand over yours, his gaze fixed to you as he guides it down, his lips parting when your lids flutter with the connection of your palm and bare pussy.
His instruction is all you need, at first. He shows you how, moving your fingers in gentle motions across your slit, applying pressure to that area that just makes you- oh. It feels nice. So nice. You want more.
You don't notice that he's retracted his hand before you crack your eyes open to the sight of him, cock heavy in hand, working himself with languid strokes.
Felix has never been so hard. He's never felt so smugly victorious, the sight of his reserved little princess, touching herself, and loving it, being all he'd ever need to get by.
"Can you slide one in?" He mutters, referring to the way your fingers seem to be prodding at the place you know you need them, because your instincts are screaming at you for it.
"Mhm, I- I think so-"
Your breath hitches as the tip of your middle finger inches inside, and Felix groans so quietly, so deeply, it's almost as if he's the one touching you.
It's warm inside you, soft and wet, and the smallest waves of heat flood through you as you sink your finger to the knuckle. It's good, better than you thought. But it's not enough.
"N- Need you-" You whimper, sliding a second finger inside in an attempt to satiate the craving you have to be filled.
Felix sinks his teeth to his lip, his eyes so visibly dark with your appeal, and he thinks he might cum simply through watching you like this. It's heady, and entirely too erotic, your descent into lust being so much more delicious than he could have ever fucking anticipated.
"What do you need, little one?"
Because he needs to hear you say it. He needs to relish in the sound of his typically prim and proper girlfriend asking, pleading, ever so politely, for his cock. You've never done it, and he's never craved anything harder.
"Y- You know what I need..." You whisper, cheeks burning a crimson red.
He shakes his head, feigning an innocence you know he doesn't have.
"You'll have to do better than that, Y/N. Tell me."
Any semblance of hesitation crumbles as your fingers, albeit inadvertently, sweep against a spot inside you that forces a gentle yelp from your lips, a spark of pleasure through your core. Felix smiles, an implication that he knows something you don't, and you cave all too easily.
"I need y- your... your dick. P- please..."
It's mortifying, begging for him like this. But it's relieving in ways you can't describe, because Felix simply keens at the words.
He closes the distance between you, forcing your hand aside as he slicks his leaking member through your sopping folds with a roll of his hips. Cages you in under his form, your newfound desire fueling him into a state of desperate lust.
"Good girl," he praises, pressing tender kisses to your jaw. "That wasn't so hard was it?"
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A/N: A few people wanted Felix with a corruption kink, and I was majorly feeling it today. RIP.
"I was born in the wrong era" bad for you I suppose! I was born in the wrong universe and I think about that fact everyday and I long for the day I might go back to my real home ^u^
