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October 20, 2023

Clandestine and Naked in Val Royeaux – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

Note: Excerpt is SFW.

Lady Evelyne Trevelyan, leader of the Inquisition, marched towards Gaspard and his troops in the Arbor Wilds. Since their reunion at Skyhold, they had had several clandestine rendezvous; the Inquisition’s spymaster was most helpful in that regard.
        Even now, after months since their first night together, since becoming lovers, Evelyne made Gaspard’s heart flutter uncontrollably. He had to be careful to maintain his mask and play the game, more so when around her in public. He knew that once their affair was known, he would have to be even more careful to maintain composure in front of his people, but at least he would have her by his side. For now, however, he had to contend himself with meeting in secret whenever they could.
        Gaspard realised suddenly that after all this time of calling her his love, he had never told her that he loved her. A part of him wondered if it was too soon to make such declarations, but surely she felt the same.
        Gaspard smiled as she approached with her advisors. ‘Inquisitor Trevelyan, it is an honour to be marching upon Corypheus’s forces with you.’
        ‘The feeling is mutual, Emperor de Chalons,’ smiled Evelyne.
        Gaspard was careful to remain neutral in the face of the squeeze he felt in his stomach. Oh, how he wished she would tell him the same when he revealed to her his true love for her.
        ‘If you wouldn’t mind, Emperor de Chalons,’ began Leliana, ‘there is a matter I wished to discuss with you and the Inquisitor in private. May we borrow your tent?’
        ‘Certainly.’ Gaspard motioned forward and led the two ladies into his tent.
        Leliana immediately struck the tent’s flaps shut, positioning herself to face the entrance, hands clasped behind her back. She looked over her shoulder.
        ‘You may speak freely to each other, you have but a few moments. I will ensure no one enters this tent.’
        ‘Thank you, Leliana.’ Evelyne turned to Gaspard and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him tenderly.
        Gaspard relished in the sensation of her warm lips on his. It triggered a desire within him. He wished they could forgo the attack and lose themselves in each other right now, but he knew that was not possible. He would have to maintain his composure and remain patient.
        He placed his hands on her face. ‘Do be careful, Lady Inquisitor, ma jolie, my love.’
        ‘I will. Promise me to be careful as well,’ replied Evelyne.
        ‘I give you my word as a Chevalier that I will remain unharmed and I will be here to…congratulate you when you are done.’
        Evelyne beamed at him, making his heart skip several beats.
        They kissed some more and Evelyne pulled away as reluctantly as Gaspard did. She began to turn when Gaspard grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. She had a puzzled look on her face. Gaspard realised that his brows were creased and he had lost all semblance of the mask he always wore as the Emperor of Orlais.
        He lifted his actual mask to rest atop his head so Evelyne could see his eyes completely. ‘I love you.’
        His gaze remained fixed on hers, knowing the intensity of his words would convey the verity in his heart.
        Evelyne opened her mouth to speak, then paused. Gaspard’s heart hammered away, the anticipation of her reply more frightening than when he ever came close to defeat or death in combat.
        Then, Evelyne smiled wide. ‘I love you too, Gaspard.’
        Gaspard’s heart whooped and he let out a sigh of relief, grinning. ‘Oh, my love, ma douce, Evelyne.’ He kissed her deeply, his tongue twining with hers, only wanting to celebrate now.

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April 14, 2023

Earnest and Naked At Skyhold – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Gaspard hurries to Skyhold for a reunion with Evelyne Trevelyan. Earnest and eager,
he is unable to wait any longer and he takes her in the stairs to her chambre,
where anyone can hear if they are not quiet.

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Evelyne stood speaking with Philippe in Skyhold’s main hall as he relayed all his latest discoveries regarding Thedas’s dragons. She sighed internally. Ah, that accent. She longed to be in Gaspard’s warm embrace once more.
        Since their night together at the Winter Palace, all she had to contend with were secret missives sent to her.
        The Inquisition kept her busy enough to keep her mind focused most of the time. Physically walking into the Fade was something she was still wrapping her head around.
        A horse neighed loudly outside and the hurried galloping made her wonder at the urgency. She nodded absently at Philippe, trying to hear the commotion outside.
        Someone bounded up the steps and into the main hall.
        Evelyne’s heart skipped a beat and her stomach whooped. ‘Gaspard!’ She gaped at him. ‘I mean, Emperor de Chalons, what a pleasant surprise.’
        Gaspard stood at the door for a moment, his mouth agape, his blue eyes wide behind his mask. Quickly he composed himself.
        ‘Lady Trevelyan.’ He bowed politely. ‘I heard of your…ordeal in the Fade. You can understand that as your ally who has a vested interest in your success against Corypheus, I had to hear the story from you myself.’ He walked towards her and she excused herself from Philippe who bowed to his Emperor.
        ‘The people of Orlais were greatly troubled when they heard what had happened,’ Gaspard went on. ‘I merely wished to ensure I could…appease their’ – he lowered his voice – ‘palpitations.’
        He had said it in Orlesian and his voice was husky. It sent a tingle through Evelyne’s body.
        ‘You needn’t worry, Emperor de Chalons,’ Evelyne replied as they walked side by side, ‘the alliance still holds strong. As you can see, I am quite fine.’
        He paused and sized her up and down. ‘Je vois, yes, indeed.’ He smiled and Evelyne felt herself blush.
        ‘May we speak in private regarding our alliance now that you have…learnt more from your experience.’
        ‘Yes, of course.’ Evelyne led him towards the back of the main hall and to the door that led to her chambre. ‘We will not be disturbed upstairs.’
        She opened the door and as soon as it shut, Gaspard slid his mask on the top of his head, grabbed Evelyne and pulled her to him. His lips were devouring hers before she could even gasp in alarm.
        She melted into his kisses as his thick lips engulfed her between them. Evelyne let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arms around him.
        ‘Maker, how I’ve missed you,’ Gaspard breathed, leaning his forehead on hers. ‘I was so worried when I heard about what happened. I had to ensure you were all right.’
        ‘I’m sorry it all worried you, Gaspard. I should have sent word sooner.’
        He kissed her neck tenderly, then again lower and back up to her ear. ‘I am simply relieved, that is all.’
        Evelyne placed a hand on his face and took a step back. There was a glint in his eyes that told her more than he was letting on. She smiled gingerly.
        Then, Gaspard shed the last of his mask as his face fell and a tear ran down his cheek. ‘If anything had happened to you…had you not returned.’ Gaspard gently stroked Evelyne’s cheek with the back of his fingers. ‘My apologies, I seem to find myself unable to maintain my composure around you. Never have I felt this way for anyone before, ma jolie, to make a man lose such control when he is such a master of the game…’ He grinned, his eyes boring into her soul. ‘It is almost dangerous, and it makes me crave you so much more.’
        Evelyne smiled, feeling warmth within her. ‘Gaspard, I feel the same way. And…it’s all right for you to worry about me. I did send word to you but you make it sound as though you heard from another source.’
        ‘Yes,’ Gaspard confirmed. He held her tightly, burying his face in her neck and kissing her again. Evelyne moaned softly, feeling a tingle in her stomach. ‘I must have left Verchiel before your missive arrived.’ He kissed her again. ‘Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love.’
        Evelyne giggled. ‘So you’ve said.’
        ‘And it is not enough to express how much my heart has yearned for you since our night together. Perhaps here I shall be able to spend the entire night with you?’ He pulled away, a hopeful smile tugging on the side of his mouth.
        ‘I would like that.’ Evelyne placed both her hands on his face. ‘I would like that very much…my love.’
        Gaspard’s lips were on hers again, eagerly landing again every time they parted ever so slightly. Evelyne took a step back as Gaspard’s hands travelled the length of her body. She took one careful step up the first step, then another, her lips never parting from Gaspard’s.

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Unmasked and Naked At the Winter Palace

By binkyproductions

Following the ball at the Winter Palace, Emperor Gaspard de Chalons
invites Lady Trevelyan to his chambres where they both remove all masks
and allow the other to see their true selves, vulnerable and naked.

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Evelyne leaned against the railing of the balcony. The ball was winding down, though the merriment continued at the Winter Palace. She heard footsteps approaching, to then reveal leaning beside her the new Emperor of Orlais, Gaspard de Chalons.
        ‘It’s been quite the night, hasn’t it, Inquisitor?’ he said with his Orlesian accent.
        ‘Indeed, it has,’ she replied.
        ‘I cannot thank you enough for putting your trust in me. I assure you, our alliance will be most beneficial to you.’
        ‘It was my pleasure.’
        ‘Hmm.’ Gaspard studied her for a moment, his blue eyes searching for something, though she could not tell what – his mask concealed much of his face.
        He walked to the far edge of the balcony. He looked back at her. ‘Come with me, Inquisitor, where we may speak more freely before anyone notices we are gone.’ His tone was inviting. He did not wait for a reply, however; he jumped over the railing and onto a dais below.
        Feeling a thrill she could not yet place, Evelyne followed him down several platforms to the garden, and then up again to another balcony and into a lavishly decorated room.
        ‘This your bedroom?’ she asked, feeling amused.
        ‘One of them,’ he replied. He closed the drapes and took a few steps towards her, his hands clasped behind his back. ‘Here we may speak freely and uninterrupted.’
        Evelyne had to admit she was intrigued. All evening, she had been eyeing Gaspard and had noticed his gaze had been intent on her as well. She, herself, had been hoping they could speak more openly without any prying eyes or eavesdroppers.
        ‘And what is it you wish to speak about?’ asked Evelyne.
        ‘You are a woman of many talents, Lady Inquisitor, and the face of the Inquisition. But we all wear masks, do we not?’ He walked closer to her and stopped beside her when his shoulder nearly touched hers; he looked at her. ‘Who is the real Lady Trevelyan, I might wonder? Behind her mask, when she is vulnerable and…exposed?’
        From this close, Evelyne could smell the man’s cologne. It was an earthy musky scent that was subtle and rather pleasant.
        She looked down at her hand, the dormant anchor barely reacting with but a brief glow of green. She looked back at Gaspard. ‘I wonder what it would be like to relax again. I’d like to enjoy my time with others and not have to worry about what strange circumstance I walked into that now tethers me to this title.’
        ‘Yes, I would assume the responsibility the anchor imposes upon you would be quite heavy.’ This close, she could feel his breath when he spoke, and she did not dislike that.
        ‘And what about you, Gaspard de Chalons? Who are you when you are vulnerable…and exposed?’
        ‘I am a man of simple pleasures. I am not complicated. I much rather play chess than lead the armies of Orlais.’
        He removed his mask, boring his eyes into Evelyne’s. His face was scruffy but there was a softness to it, and there was longing in his eyes. His cheeks bore harsh scars from many years of battle, yet the tenderness with which he looked at her spoke of a gentleness that relaxed his face with its fine lines of his years.
        Evelyne swallowed, daring to hope that what she had felt throughout the evening, the pull that tugged at her towards him, he had also felt towards her.
        ‘I would like to enjoy the company of one beautiful woman without the worry of how that might affect our reputations if we were to be seen together.’
        Her breath caught in her throat. Gaspard turned and walked to a small table, placing his mask on it. He deliberately removed the metal plates of his armour, then walked back to her, his gaze intense, and his thick lips quirked into a momentary smile. He stopped short of her face, his breath hot and tantalising. Evelyne felt a tingle run through her body that rested at her pelvis and her heart quickened.
        ‘So I ask if I may discover the real Lady Trevelyan. Who are you when you are vulnerable and…naked?’
        Evelyne whispered, letting her desire seep into her voice. ‘You’ll have to undress me to find out.’