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February 6, 2022

Lucid Dreaming – Dragon Age Solas Fan-Fiction Smut

By binkyproductions

Yet another Dragon Age Fan-Fiction short story that I wrote as a reward during the Dragon Age Day fundraiser, this one for Vampy, a scene between her Vianna and Solas.

As usual, the excerpt is SFW, and the content is password protected since it is explicit.

Vianna explores an area of the Fade marked by Solas’s fantasies
before living out one such fantasy.

Vianna walked to the balcony of her Skyhold bedroom and placed her only hand on the railing. Her nightgown swayed in the wind as she looked to the distant mountain peaks of the Frostbacks, scanning the area with her eyes. She was searching, but she knew she would not find what she was looking for by merely gazing at the horizon.
        Dusk was darkening. Vianna bowed her head, an overwhelming longing overcoming her; it was the same every night. A tear ran down her cheek and onto her flowing white hair.
        Sighing, she turned and walked to her bed. She lay down and shut her eyes, trying to think of something else, someone else, than Solas.
        Within moments, she found herself wandering a forest that resembled the crossroads. Fog rose high above her head; elven artefacts lay scattered across the ground where smoke rolled over her feet.
        This type of dream was what it was like every night. Vianna would fall asleep and enter a place in the Fade where she knew Solas had been. She could vaguely feel his thoughts, his emotions. Each night it was a different location in the Fade or, at least, one that never looked the same. Every night, she explored and searched for signs of Solas, finding nothing but more endless vastness to walk through. However, this time it felt different, and there was more to the place than met the eye; she could feel it to her core.
        Vianna walked past some trees and came to a clearing that resembled a hallway that continued far into the distance, and all along the sides were Eluvians.
The Eluvians in this place were tagged with paintings at the back that overlapped to the front, and as far as she could tell, all of them included depictions of her. As she walked to the back of the Eluvians to observe the paintings, she saw that some were limned with memories: Vianna and Solas saving his spirit friend from the Tevinter mages, Vianna and Solas sharing their first kiss in the Fade, Solas holding Vianna as he took the anchor from her hand when he saved her life.
        All these memories gave Vianna a sense of longing but also contentment, knowing how much Solas cherished these moments he’d spent with her.
        Vianna continued to walk from Eluvian to Eluvian, observing the colourful paintings at the back of each one. There was a progression. Many showed scenery of places Vianna had never seen before, but in each of these depictions stood Solas and Vianna. He was holding her hand, and his other hand was frozen in a gesture of beholding. Vianna took these to be places Solas would have liked to show her, either through his memories in the Fade or in person.
        They were beautiful places by the looks of them, vibrant greens and lush flowers in all of them. Vianna wondered if any were of Arlathan Forest before the fall of Elvhenan. Curious, she continued walking behind Eluvians to observe all they had to show her.
        Vianna noticed different paintings on the backs of more Eluvians a little ways further. These illustrated Solas and Vianna in action, doing things together, as though they were memories, but Vianna had no recollection of any of this occurring.
        Vianna wandered to another set of Euvians clustered together. She passed her hand over one of the paintings where Solas held her, where they were both naked. In the depiction, her head was lolled back, and her long hair gusted in the wind. Solas’s hands were on her hips, his mouth on her breast, and his erection halfway inside of her.
It almost felt real. And Vianna felt momentarily aroused by the sight of them making love. Such intimacy she had never known with Solas, an intimacy she had wanted and craved, an intimacy she desired still.
        Vianna walked to another Eluvian where Solas had painted them sitting together, holding each other, eating grapes. Many of them showed Solas holding Vianna in various settings, and as Vianna walked past Eluvians, more and more portrayed them naked together doing various acts of lovemaking. And with each one, Vianna felt more and more a physical need for Solas to hold her, touch her, and make love to her.
        It occurred to Vianna that these were wishes, fantasies, perhaps a future they could have had together.
        ‘Vhenan.’
        Vianna turned around. Solas’s voice was distant, airy, and echoed through the crossroads where she stood.
        ‘Vianna, ma vhenan,’ his voice rang out again.
        Vianna followed the sound of Solas’s voice. She knew there was a slim chance of finding him, but she would never give up on him, never give up hope.
        Vianna came to a place where many Eluvians shimmered.
        ‘Vhenan.’
        This time Solas’s voice was louder, clearer. One Eluvian scintillated more brightly.
        Vianna noticed something particular about this one. It appeared that a painting had been drawn onto the mirror itself, as opposed to on the back as for all the others. Vianna approached the coruscating mirror and saw a large black wolf flicker onto the Eluvian’s surface. The wolf had red eyes, and before it, a flow of Vianna’s white hair and her hand reaching out to it.
        Reflexively, Vianna touched the wolf painted on the Eluvian, and it flashed for a moment before the black wolf began to change. Its shape moulded into a smaller sized wolf, its softer eyes glistening of a blue-green as if from the Fade, and its fur a pure white sparkling like snow, matching Vianna’s hair.
        ‘Vhenan,’ Vianna heard Solas again, closer this time and more desperate.
        Vianna walked through that Eluvian and suddenly felt like she was falling, falling endlessly, and suddenly she landed on her bed in her room at Skyhold.
        ‘Vhenan,’ Solas whispered, breathing into her neck.

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January 28, 2022

The Warden and the Commander

By binkyproductions

I’ve written another piece of smutty fan-fiction taking place in the Dragon Age realm. A small note: Typically I stick to canon sexualities, but these two characters developed such a deep emotional bond, that it turned into a love they found they felt for each other.

This piece was written as a gift for Chantelle, as part of the rewards for the Dragon Age Day Tiltify donations.

The excerpt is safe for work, and the short story is password protected for those who wish to venture forth into reading this piece of smut.

Alistair and Cullen begin to regard each other in a way they never thought possible
when they develop a deep emotional bond.

Alistair walked beneath the raised portcullis of the Inquisition’s fortress, following Hawke and the Inquisitor. He looked around, noting how impressive Skyhold was up close.
        ‘Ah, you’ve returned,’ a familiar voice said.
        Alistair perked up, feeling a wave of joy as Cullen approached their group. He waited for Cullen to finish updating Inquisitor Areoelle, then Cullen turned to him and smiled.
        ‘Alistair Theirin.’
        ‘Cullen Rutherford. I hear it’s Commander now. Well done, my friend.’
        The two clasped hands and clapped each other’s backs.
        ‘We have to stop meeting like this,’ said Alistair.
        ‘First Kinloch Hold, then Kirkwall, now here,’ said Cullen. ‘And demons just keep popping out of nowhere.’
        ‘First in the Circle Tower, then in the city, and now right out of the sky,’ said Alistair.
        ‘Makes you wonder if we’re ever going to quell demons long enough to keep them from popping up again,’ said Hawke.
        ‘That’s why you’re all here,’ said Areoelle. ‘If we can find a way to stop Corypheus, we will.’
        ‘Come, come. We have much to discuss.’ Cullen led the way up the steps, as the Inquisitor put him up to speed on their discoveries. ‘I’m sure you have much to discuss on the matter amongst yourselves. I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything from me, Inquisitor.’ He turned to Hawke and nodded. ‘A pleasure as always.’ He looked towards Alistair. ‘Come find me later; we’ll catch up.’
        He turned and headed towards one of Skyhold’s towers. Alistair found himself feeling somewhat wistful. He shrugged it off, focusing on the matter at hand.

* * *


        There was a knock at the door.
        ‘Come in.’ Cullen stopped pacing and looked up from his parchment. ‘Alistair!’ He was pleased the former Templar had taken him up on his offer for a catch-up. ‘It’s always good to see you.’ Cullen placed the parchment on his desk.
        ‘We seem to have odd jobs that somehow always bring us to the same place, at some point.’ Alistair had a smile on his face, but Cullen knew with what was happening at the moment, he must be having a difficult time of it.
        ‘How are you, truly?’ he asked, sobering.
        ‘Honestly? Sometimes I just want to bash my head into a wall,’ replied Alistair.
        ‘That bad?’
        ‘The echoing voices aren’t the worst part of it,’ said Alistair. ‘It’s the dreams. And it’s not even a real Calling.’
        ‘I’m sorry.’ He walked over to where Alistair stood and leaned back on his desk. ‘We knew Corypheus was dangerous, but this…’ He shook his head. The warden gave him a wan smile. Cullen reached for a bottle on one of the bookshelves behind him. ‘Brandy?’
        ‘Yes, please!’ Alistair chuckled. He inclined his head and Cullen followed his gaze to the broken shards of a lyrium bottle. He met his gaze.
        ‘I’ve stopped.’ Cullen was resolute in his decision and no longer wavering. Alistair’s eyes widened momentarily. ‘I wanted to break all ties to that past.’
        Cullen uncorked the bottle of brandy and poured some into two glasses.
        ‘Then I suppose it’s my turn to ask you how you’re doing,’ said Alistair.
        Cullen handed him one of the glasses. ‘I feel like ramming my entire body into a wall.’ Cullen tried to suppress a smile, but couldn’t help but feel relieved he could share openly with his fellow former Templar.
        ‘To bashing heads and ramming walls,’ said Alistair, raising his glass. Cullen echoed the toast, chuckling. ‘And to dashing gentlemen.’
        ‘That we are.’ Cullen smiled.
        The two sipped in silence for a moment. The brandy was warm in Cullen’s throat, coating it thickly, unlike lyrium, though stinging on the tongue just enough to help let the craving pass.
        Cullen opened his mouth to speak, and the two began talking at once. They stopped, laughing. Cullen took another sip, letting the other man speak. Even with all that was going on, Alistair was enthusiastic, much as Cullen remembered him from earlier encounters. It wasn’t that they had become friends as it were, but life always seemed to put them in each other’s paths. Cullen did appreciate the warden’s company, and couldn’t help notice that Alistair’s smile reassured him.

* * *


        The night air was crisp as the wind hit Alistair’s cheeks. Leaning over the parapet, Alistair closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh scent of the Frostbacks. Afar, he heard someone shouting.
        Alistair craned his neck, listening.
        ‘Get off me, you demon!’
        ‘That’s Cullen!’ Alistair gasped. Unsheathing his sword, he ran to the commander’s office; Cullen kept shouting in distress. Alistair kicked open the door, brandishing his sword, but only found Cullen in the room. He was sitting in his chair, his head had lolled back, and his body kept tensing as he mumbled and shouted.
        Letting out the breath he realised he’d been holding in, Alistair sheathed his sword and walked to Cullen’s side. He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder to steady him.
        ‘Cullen. Cullen! Wake up.’
        ‘No, I won’t let you torture me, you fiend!’
        ‘It’s me, it’s Alistair. Cullen!’ Alistair gently shook Cullen.
        Jerking awake, Cullen shouted out, sitting upright. ‘Unhand me!’ He lifted his arm, his hand in a fist, then his eyes widened.
        ‘It’s all right, Cullen. You’re all right.’ Alistair soothed.
        ‘Alistair!’ Cullen let out a shaky breath. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. ‘What are you doing here?’
        ‘I heard you shouting,’ said Alistair. ‘Gave me a right fright, you did. Came ready to rescue you, you poor damsel.’
        ‘I, uh…heh. Thanks.’ Cullen shifted, leaning his elbows on his desk. ‘I was having a nightmare.’
        ‘Yes, I think I heard something about demons.’ Alistair elongated the word humorously, trying to make light of the situation. Cullen deflated. Alistair pulled up a chair and sat next to him. He placed a hand on Cullen’s shoulder. ‘You want to talk about it?’
        Cullen’s eyes deceived a yearning Alistair had never seen in him before. ‘I have never been able to speak of the horrors I saw at the Circle or in Kirkwall.’ He looked down at his hands. Gritting his teeth, Cullen balled his hands into fists. ‘What the mages did to me, what I had to do to them… Everything that Mederith commanded me to do that I blindly obeyed because I thought it was the right thing to do.’ Cullen looked at Alistair. ‘I was wrong. What happened was wrong; what I did was wrong. It haunts me every day.’
        ‘These things tend to,’ said Alistair. ‘But you’re not alone.’
        Cullen’s lips slowly curled into a warm smile. Alistair felt a tingle in his stomach, and he stared back at the man until the two let out a short laugh, turning away.
        ‘Did you really come to my rescue?’ asked Cullen, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
        ‘Would you have preferred I left you to fend off demons on your own?’ Alistair returned the amused smile.
        ‘You don’t think that I, Cullen Stanton Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition, can defeat a horde of demons?’
        ‘I think that I, Alistair Theirin, bastard son of the late King Maric Theirin and Grey Warden, can defeat a larger horde of demons.’
        ‘Oh-ho!’ laughed Cullen. He chuckled and playfully shoved Alistair.
        ‘There, all better?’
        Cullen beamed at Alistair, his eyes tender. ‘Yes. All better.’
        Again, the two men glanced fondly at each other for a long moment before turning away.
        ‘I should probably get back to reading reports,’ said Cullen, scratching the back of his neck.
        ‘They must be boring if you fell asleep on them,’ replied Alistair. He stood and walked to the door. ‘I’m just down the walkway if you need me.’
        ‘Thank you.’
        Alistair left Cullen’s office, shutting the door behind him. He took a few steps forward before looking back at the door. He smiled. Then he returned to the tower where he was staying, feeling light in his step.

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January 14, 2022

Does This Please You? Fan-fiction Dragon Age story

By binkyproductions

I have written another Dragon Age fan-fiction explicit short story. This one was written as a gift for the Dragon Age Day fundraiser as one of the rewards offered to contributors of the charity campaign. This one was written for Gynedroid.

Note, this excerpt will remain PG, and will link to the warning page before you proceed to the actual story.

Nathaniel Howe realises just how much he loves Elsa Cousland,
and commits to pleasing her for the rest of his life.

Nathaniel looked back at the cave’s opening through which Elsa had disappeared, his heart sinking, as he nocked another arrow on his bow. He let the arrow loose right into the forehead of the darkspawn barrelling towards him.
        ‘Right between the eyes, hehe,’ laughed Oghren.
        ‘On your left!’ cried Anders.
        Nathaniel turned and sent another volley of arrows, while the apostate sent a burst of flames towards the approaching ogre.
        The three took several steps back, moving further away from the mouth of the cave.
        ‘I don’t like this!’ Nathaniel hissed.
        ‘None of us like darkspawn, pretty boy,’ said Oghren.
        ‘Elsa hasn’t returned since entering that cave!’
        ‘She’s probably just finishing off all the darkspawn we’re failing to kill,’ said Anders, readying another spell, his hands lifting high into the air.
        ‘But the darkspawn are coming from the cave!’ argued Nathaniel, giving another killing blow to a hurlock.
        ‘Is your heart yearning?’ Oghren looked at Nathaniel in a mock pout while hacking his axe at the ogre. Surprisingly, he didn’t miss his shot.
        Nathaniel ignored the dwarf and stabbed a genlock with the arrow he was about to nock. He dodged an incoming attack, sliding beneath the ogre and coming up on the other side. Turning, he lifted his bow to aim when Anders’s magic flared in a wild arc, and the ogre and surrounding darkspawn went down in one blow.
        ‘And that’s why you don’t keep a mage chained,’ Anders said, a smug expression on his face.
        The calm of the still air descended on the group. Nathaniel looked back towards the cave.
        ‘It’s been too long,’ he said. He started towards the cave.
        Anders took hold of his arm, stopping him. ‘We don’t know what’s down there.’
        The cave was quiet, which meant that wherever Elsa had been pushed to was much farther than Nathaniel could bear.
        ‘I don’t care; I’m going after her.’ Nathaniel shoved Anders off him. He was going to find Elsa, no matter what it took. ‘And I’ll go in there alone if I have to.’ His heart ached, not only from being away from her, but also from the fear that she might be injured or worse.
        Nathaniel took a few cautious steps into the cave, his bow ready, eyes darting around to be sure no darkspawn would jump out at him.
        ‘Oh, sodding heck!’ Oghren shouted. ‘Drinks are on you after this.’
        Nathaniel couldn’t help but smile mildly as he heard his friend barrelling down the path to catch up to him.
        ‘I better not regret this!’ Anders said, appearing behind them. ‘If Ser Pounce-A-Lot misses dinner for this…’ Anders didn’t complete his threat.
        Taking a long steadying breath, Nathaniel slowly craned his neck towards Anders, glaring at him. ‘Your cat,’ he said with deliberate pauses, ‘can wait.’
        He stared at Anders for a brief moment before turning back towards the path and continuing.
        ‘Man can’t take a joke,’ he heard Anders mutter.
        Nathaniel focused to hear any sound of Elsa, hurrying further and further down a large winding path. Around a bend, the path divided into three separate passages.
        Nathaniel listened. His stomach tightened as he heard the clang of weapons. ‘This way.’
        His will quickened his pace to a run, and he didn’t care if his boots echoed on the cavern floor. He needed to reach Elsa; he needed her alive.

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November 26, 2021

Protectors of the Force Chapter Eleven + Epilogue (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

By binkyproductions

The group of Jedi stumbled out of the Sphere. Lian struggled to move forward but insisted he could walk.  Fane joined Shadie to hold him up.
            ‘I’m fine, I can walk,’ said Lian.  He stumbled forward, dropping to one knee and cursed in Huttese.
            ‘You don’t have to prove anything to us, Lian,’ said Talyc.  ‘I’m sure if this Sith thinks you’re worthy, it won’t have anything to do with your strength here or lack thereof.’
            Lian looked up at the Mandalorian and smiled.  ‘I appreciate…’  He felt a pang of pain and grunted, clenching his teeth.
            Shadie put her hand on the door, and Lian saw it roll into the wall.  He had heard much about this place, yet never realised how heavy the dark side felt here, nor how dim it was.  He hoped it would not alter his being.   And yet, however strong the dark side was here, Lian did not feel stifled by it; whatever his fears, it seemed to allow for his light.
            Everyone hurried through each chamber and Brenum pushed the top of a sarcophagus.  The platform began to descend, turning slowly, as had been described to Lian before. 
            Brenum pressed his lips together.  ‘I should never have agreed to help rid the atmosphere of starfighters,’ he said.  ‘My place was by your side and I failed you.’
            ‘No one has failed me,’ insisted Lian.
            ‘If anyone’s to blame,’ said Fane, ‘it’s me.  I just don’t get it!  I’m supposed to be able to be immune to Relsor’s stasis attacks.  Now another Kloh will die because of me and my inability to–’
            ‘Fane!’ Lian put sternness in his voice.  ‘Stop that right now.  You and I were meant to work together within the Force, but you are not ready to defeat Relsor and that is not your fault.’  Lian had a bit more strength now, but he knew it wouldn’t last for long.
            ‘I can’t even connect to Relsor without you, Lian,’ said Fane solemnly.
            ‘That’s because the Force connects us; that does not make you weak,’ replied Lian.
            Trylia tended to Lian’s lekku; she had mended it in the Sphere. Though he still felt the wound tingle painfully, it was a lot less intense than it had been prior to their flight to the Crypt.
            ‘The wound has stopped bleeding but it’s still raw,’ said Trylia.  ‘Shall I change the bandage?’
            ‘No,’ said Lian.  ‘Remove it.  I want your Sith friend to see me as I am, in my full vulnerability.’
            They arrived at the bottom level and helped Lian to the chamber where sat the ancient Pureblood Sith. 

Lian at Crypt w Injured Lekku (w)

Lian struggles with a severed lekku (from Protectors of the Force, Story 7, Star Wars Fan-Fiction by Celinka Serre)

* * *


            They all stood before the Sith, Fane and Shadie helping Lian stand.  The Sith stood from his throne and looked at Lian.
            ‘You bring me someone who has not passed the trials,’ he said.
            Fane looked up at him.  ‘He doesn’t need to.  We did, and we brought him.’
            Shadie placed a hand on Fane’s shoulder and nodded, mouthing, “It’s okay.”  Fane looked back at Lian, he looked pained, and every now and then he let out a moan or groan.
            ‘Stand on your own so I can evaluate you, Jedi,’ said the Sith.  ‘Who are you and why have you come here?’
            ‘I am Jedi Master Lian Kloh,’ said Lian, struggling to speak.  He placed a hand to his stomach and staggered towards the throne and fell on his hands and knees.  ‘I’ve come to trade places with you.  Grant me immortality, I shall give you freedom from this prison and take your place as Guardian of the Crypt.’ He moaned gruffly.
            ‘And why should I grant you this honour, you who have not passed any trials, you who possess no sign of darkness within you?  Your light side may desecrate this place entirely.’
            ‘I respect that it was created from the dark side, but in the Force exist both the light and the dark,’ said Lian.  He crawled forward a bit and then fell in pain, onto his stomach. 
            Fane started forward and Shadie put a hand to stop him.  ‘Let him be evaluated.’  Fane shook his head; he didn’t like this.  He felt pressed for time.  He looked at Knarf, who usually was one to feel such emotions, but the man seemed calm.
            Lian managed to prop himself up a bit, leaning on one arm, yet breathing heavily.
            ‘I am a healer and I have been healing the Force.  I am the only one able to deflect Relsor’s malady, or at least part of it, able to prevent him from creating illusions.  If I die, then he has already won.’ Lian paused, panting.  ‘I have been healing the Force, and from this focal point, I can continue my work and heal the Force in ways that I cannot as a mortal being.  I can use the Crypt to reach the entire galaxy.  I can heal the Force and ensure that Fane,’ Lian looked back towards Fane, ‘succeeds when he confronts Relsor to destroy him.’
            Lian grunted in pain again and fell back onto his stomach.  ‘Please,’ he said, breathing heavily, ‘I won’t… last much longer.  Kill me, let me die, or grant me immortality, but decide quickly.’

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