STOP! THIS WAS A DOUBLE POSTING!
A 23k it was voted that this need to be split in half and I'm posting them back-to-back! If you came straight her Quick go back to the previous chapter!
If you came her from there... What are you waiting for! We're right in the middle of the juicy bits! Now go on! Off with you!
(We'll talk more at the end!)
Part Four: A Right Hot Mess
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Fell had relaxed with each stroke of those rough calloused bowman's hands as they began to smooth over his burning sensitive flesh, pressing back into the relief even that light pressure brought him. Maker, if he'd known Seb's experience was this well rounded he'd have gone after the man years ago! Fell's entire body was on fire and Sebastian had barely gotten started. Granted, the man had a bit of head start, considering how long Fell had been nursing his own arousal before the prince had even regained consciousness, but still!
That sweet song of pain radiating up his spine from his, now flaming red ass, only served to highlight every other sensation. The smooth coolness of the expensive bedding beneath his shins and forearms. The cold heavy feel of the glass flask in his palm. The ache and sting of his jaw and cheek. The deeper ache of his throat. The desperate insistent throbbing of his prick. All of it was the sweetest ambrosia. They colored his perception of every little touch and caress Sebastian cared to bestow upon him.
The shock of that bite, however -unexpected and unmercifully brutal- sent a spike of the purest adrenaline coursing through him that put even his battle fever and blood lust to absolute shame. His entire body jerked like Seb had just electrocuted him, his heart began to pound as though it would try to break out of his chest and every muscle in his body clenched spasmodically. He had come up off his supporting forearms with a lurch as a ragged shout tore itself from his throat; reawakening the pain of the brutal deep-throating like it was fresh and raw.
It was sheer dumb luck that kept him from spilling the little bottle of oil.
He came down from the endorphin high slowly, as Sebastian began licking the abused flesh, alleviating the tenderness and gently rewarding Fell for his perseverance.
Shit, that one's gonna leave a mark. Fell thought, recognizing the feel of the early stages of a spectacular, deep-tissue bruise. And on my ass! I'm not gonna be able to sit or walk for a week without thinking about Seb doing this to me. If he was aiming to discourage me from asking him to do this again he's going about it all wrong... Already Seb had him breathing like a winded courier horse and his muscles were trembling like he'd just gone five rounds with a whole host of Qunari. And all of this was just the appetizer. A shudder ran through him at the thought of what Seb held in store for him by way of the main course. Maker, that great thick cock of his...
For a moment, Fell felt a twinge of trepidation at the thought of Sebastian's shockingly thoroughbred cock. After all, hadn't Fell been thinking he'd need time to prepare if Varric had said yes? Well, after having had it shoved down his throat, Fell could attest to Sebastian's rod being every bit as thick as any dwarf's. What was more, the man also seemed to have been blessed with length and graceful curvature of the elvhen, besides. And honestly, after years of nothing more than fingers, and a few modest -by comparison- toys, Fell was distinctly nervous about his ability to actually take the prince's prick.
He felt a shifting of the mattress beneath him and so managed not to jump again when Seb's hand came down between his shoulders. That hand started rubbing small calming circles between his shoulder-blades. Like all good Doms, Sebastian's instinct was to sooth away the hurts and stresses they put their Subs through. Fell closed his eyes in grateful appreciation of that natural caring instinct. He didn't miss the irony that it was something he normally scoffed at in the monk's nature.
A hand appeared in his field of vision as Sebastian ran a finger around the lip of the little bottle, testing to see if Fell had failed in his designated task. Fell was probably more surprised than the prince when that finger came away dry.
"Good, Lad. A job done properly. I think you have earned a reward." Seb mused, relieving Fell of his burden, as Fell's nerves once again grew taught with eager anticipation. "Let's put this to good use, shall we?" Seb asked, waving the little bottle in front of Fell's nose, making him moan his agreement through the gag and wiggle his rump in a fair imitation of Vice as Sebastian shifted down the bed till he was once again behind the Champion's hindquarters. "I want you to hold still. Think you can do that for me, my little bitch?"
Fell moaned again, a sweet wounded sounding moan, when the cooling tingling oil was poured in a thick stream down the crack of his ass. He felt the river of it flow down over his balls where Seb's hand was waiting to catch the excess. He was pleasantly surprised and totally unprepared for Seb taking the excess and rubbing it forward over his balls and up over the length of his cock.
He knew this was Seb's first time with a man so he hadn't been expecting to receive much attention there. Not exactly a hardship, Fell was completely capable of finding his release without any stimulus on that front if need be, but it was always a welcome bonus when the two sensations were mixed. So, when those rough bowman's hands casually caressed him, spreading that tinging oil over his aching shaft he just about expired, his eyes squinting shut as his cock jumped and threatened to shame him unforgivably. He'd never live it down if the first time Sebastian's hand touched him he went and spent his load. Never mind that he'd now been hard enough to drill his way into the Deep Roads since this whole episode had begun; the simple fact was Isabela would never let him live it down for the rest of his days.
Seb didn't exactly linger, just pumped his hand over Fell's shaft a few times to get him slick with the excess oil before trailing his fingers slowly back up until they rested over the puckered pink flesh of Fell's anus. Here the prince took his time. Slowly circling the sensitive tissue, which Fell could feel pulsing and trembling under Sebastian's expert touch. He should have known. Any man this skilled at such wonderful bed-games clearly knew his way around a body's back door. The oil started to do its trick; feeling so deliciously cold that it almost burned as it tingled across his skin. It made Fell's cock and balls kick and crawl, respectively, desperate for any kind of contact in order to escape the torment of it.
Seb must have started to feel the oil's reaction on the skin of his hand as he chuckled darkly.
"I see now why this is the favorite. It's quite intense..." As he said that last he finally pushed that tormenting finger past the first ring of muscle and Fell immediately started to tremble with want. Every nerve and fiber of his being screaming at him to lean back and sink onto the intrusion. To take it in deeper. To roll his hips and make it brush against him just so. He held himself still by the barest scraps of his remaining willpower.
Seb didn't help. As soon as his finger slid into Fell's entrance the archer let out a small broken sounding moan that made both Isabela and Fell damn near swoon upon hearing it.
"Soo hot." The prince purred. "You're damning me to the Void with your heat, Hawke. I hope you're prepared to take responsibility for that." Sebastian muttered breathlessly as he began pumping that gloriously long finger in and out of Fell's eager ass. Mesmerized by how that small muscle swallowed round the intrusion then clung to it as he pulled it back out again. When he added a second finger Fell couldn't take it anymore and had to press back. He could feel the prince's fingers so temptingly near that magic spot where the world came apart, but he never quite managed to touch it. It was making the Champion come a little unhinged.
He barely managed to rock his hips back before that damnable collar started to tighten around his throat once more. Not cutting off his breath entirely this time- just restricting his air a bit – a warning that he was about to break a command. Fell whimpered as he tried to hold himself steady as Sebastian began scissoring them; softening and stretching him in preparation for the soon-to-be much larger encroachment of his alarmingly thick prick.
"If you crook you fingers just a little-" Isabela said, once again languidly running her hand over herself now that Sebastian had gotten down to business.
"Quiet." Sebastian snapped at her, cutting her off. He was in charge here and he wasn't about to let the pirate dictate any more of this situation than she already had. For a moment he felt a twinge of guilt over doing this. Fell was in-love with the slattern for some unfathomable reason; Sebastian had seen it, clear as day, out on that beach. It was hardly right of him to be taking advantage of the pirate's indifference to that fact just so he might have a taste of the forbidden fruit that was Hawke. True, it had been, Hawke himself who'd gone about seducing him but it was at her behest that the Champion had done so. She was the reason this was happening at all; Fell had only decided to bend his considerable talent upon Sebastian because of her desires and wants. Sebastian would be damned before he gave her anymore control in this situation than she already had.
"Look I'm just trying to he-"
"I said quiet, Whore!" Seb snapped, his fingers curling instinctively in his frustration. His palm itching with the desire to offer the pirate the same lesson Fell had already learned at his hands, despite simply knowing that Isabela would not be so apt a student as Hawke had proved to be. But something remarkable happened as a result of that little twitch of his fingers that distracted the prince quite thoroughly.
When his fingers jerked – Fell screamed.
There was no other word for it.
His head snapped back, his entire body shuddered, and that tight passage clenched and fluttered around Sebastian's fingers.
Well, that's new...
"Never mind then." Isabela's voice drifted to him sounding smugly satisfied. "Obviously you found it."
Again Sebastian ran his finger over that particular spot. Now that he was paying attention he could actually feel a change in the texture of the spot and again Fell very nearly broke apart in his hands. A whimpering distraught moan quivering out of the man's throat and every one of his muscles began to twitch with the strain of holding him steady.
"Easy there, Stud." Isabela cautioned from her seat at the window, her voice sounding more than a touch breathless at the sight of Fell trembling like a lone leaf in an autumn storm. His body breaking out in a beautiful sheen of sweat as Sebastian continued to toy with this new discovery. "He's really responsive on that front; he'll cum if you keep that up."
"He wouldn't dare." Seb said, more than a little breathless himself. This is what he'd been looking for ever since he saw that trembling shuddering boy Fell had turned into on the beach. His heart was beginning to race as Fell desperately struggled to obey his command while Sebastian sent what were clearly some very intense waves of pleasure coursing through his body. "Not without my permission. Isn't that right, my pretty bitch?"
Fell just groaned, too far gone in the swirling chaos of shattering pleasure Seb was Void-bent on making him crack under. When the prince added a third finger Fell's will and body began to fail him; every muscle began to scream at him to move! To rock back onto Sebastian's hand and assuage the fire the archer had built in the pit of his stomach. He turned his head and gave Seb a desperate, pleading look.
Sebastian looked at the Champion's wide watery eyes, like glistening shining gems, in a face now flushed red with strain at the man's hot racing blood, and took some pity on him. He leaned forward, over Hawke's twitching shuddering back, to bite the man on the ear before issue his next order.
"Beg." He commanded, his free hand coming forward to pull the, now sodden, gag from Fell's mouth before he sat back in order to better take in the younger man's performance.
"Please." Fell didn't even wait for the fabric to fully clear his lips before he commenced his begging. Unlike Sebastian, he had absolutely no qualms with begging for just about anything in this situation. "Please Ser, I need it! I need it inside me! -Sweet fuck!-" Fell cried out his body shuddering with strain as Sebastian circled his fingers around the tight knot of nerves, making the rest of Fell's nervous system explode in sympathetic agony. "Please Ser, at least let me move! I ca-Ugn-I can't! Not anymore! I'm gonna die if you make me hold still any longer! PLEASE!"
"You beg so prettily, my Bitch." Sebastian chuckled. He removed his fingers from Fell's hot, moist core, pushing down his trews once more before making short work of slicking his own cock up with what remained of that tingling Antivan oil. Fell watched him do this, his breath coming in ever shorter more excitable pants. Finally ready, Sebastian began lining the head of his cock up with the fluttering eager ring of muscle. Pressing gently against it, his eyes devouring the sight of that little star as it bucked and spasmed, wriggling like a cheap harlot trying to lure Seb's cock in. Sebastian resisted -though it was a near thing- instead he just ran the head of his cock over that little knot of puckered skin. Luxuriating in the exquisite silken texture and the blazing heat that was coming off of the man's tanned and softened behind in sumptuous waves.
"Tell me what you want, Bitch." He murmured, his turquoise eyes riveted to that little opening, his mind racing ahead to just how amazing it was going to feel once he was inside that hot tight channel even as he denied himself the actual pleasure of it.
"I want you to fuck me, Ser." Fell didn't hesitate. It was novel how little shame he had in this. Seb's previous experiences usually saw his Subs stuttering or mumbling at this point -blushing till it looked painful – but Fell just came out with it, and he wasn't afraid to get colorful in his efforts to convince his Dom to do what he wanted him to do. "I want you to bury that magnificent burly cock so far inside me, Ser, that I break around it! I want you balls deep in my ass, Ser, and pounding me till I have bruises from your hips! Please Ser! Fuck me, Ser- FUCK!"
With each of Fell's pleading 'Sers' Sebastian pushed forward marginally, listening intently as the tone and quality of the Champion's voice grew ever more desperate and ragged, until on that final 'Ser' the muscle gave and, with a strangled moan from the archer, the head of Sebastian's cock slid into the deliriously hot -tight!- space, eliciting that roared 'fuck' from the Champion's raw and broken throat.
Fell was on the very edge of hyperventilating. Even eager and well prepared as he was, Sebastian's cock was thick. Fell was very nearly in a panic over the intense burning pain -so closely related to the ecstasy of pleasure- that began spreading through him; radiating outward from where his and Sebastian's flesh was finally joined.
Instantly, both men began to draw in huge needy gulps of air and a sweat broke out over their flesh. It had been so long since Sebastian had done anything like this that he'd quite forgotten just how intense anal penetration could be, and the fact that Fell was hotter than an inferno only heightened the experience until even at this slight depth Sebastian was pretty sure he was on his way to having an experience in transcendence. He lost some of his hard won control at the intensity of it, his own muscles trembling and his fingers losing their hold on Fell's leash as they grew weak and nerveless; his mind feeling oddly disconnected from his body.
Fell's mind had ceased to function entirely. All he could do was continue to exist. Cut adrift by the insane dump of chemicals his brain had drowned him in the moment Seb had truly breached him.
After a moment of trembling on the edge of oblivion, Sebastian managed to open his eyes and look down at the Champion; he instantly recognized the flaw in his plan. He could not see Fell's face. The picture of the man's back, every muscle and tendon taught with strain, glowing under his sweat in the soft fire and lamp light, -while delicious- was not what Sebastian wanted.
He wanted to see the man. To watch as Hawke, who made everyone clear a path before him by sheer force of will, lost all control. He wanted to see that devil-may-care disregard wiped from his features to be replaced with the desperate driven need for him.
Sebastian wanted to see the Champion break.
It took the prince a moment to gather his purpose in order to do what he did next. It went against his every instinct and yet he hardened his resolve so that he might act upon his deeper desires.
He reached forward, putting out his hand and grabbed Hawke by the hair; dragging the man's head back so that he could see one bloodshot, watering eye as he leaned forward as best he could without allowing himself to slide into the heavenly furrow of Hawke's core.
"No." He said.
Sebastian admitted to a deep satisfaction at the look of sheer undisguised pleading panic that widened that one watering eye, till the white showed all the way around the bloody iris; Sebastian was quite sure it was every inch the same look the Champion had received from him back on the beach. "I will not fuck you, Hawke. You torment me, humiliate me, seduce me from the righteous path. And now, you would lie there and have me just give you all you desire?" Seb panted through clenched teeth. "I think not."
Sebastian's quiet sigh of regret as he pulled free of the Champion was utterly drowned-out by the agonized sob that escaped the man himself at the loss. Fell collapsed to the bedding, looking so lost and confused that Seb felt a huge swell of desire and affection for the younger man somewhat overwhelm him, and a small amused smile began to play around the corners of his mouth. At his heart, Fell Hawke was a very straight forward, direct creature. There really wasn't much in the way of true subtlety about him. It was a failing Sebastian found to be quite common amongst the mages he knew.
"Maker, Seb please..." Fell sobbed into his hands. "You can't – not now, not like thi-" another sob choking off the rest of the Champion's words. Out of the corner of his eye, Sebastian saw Isabela get to her feet in a rush that he was sure was meant to end with him restrained again in some way. With a sigh for the woman's lack of understanding he held up a hand to forestall whatever hostile action she was contemplating taking, as he again leaned down to Fell's ear letting his tongue snake out and caress the curve of it, reassuring the apostate that his words and actions did not signal the end of their game, just a change in the direction.
"I shall not give you what you want, Lad. If you want it from me, you are going to have to take it for yourself."
Fell's head snapped up and he looked at Seb with immense incredulous eyes. A single tear spilling over and running down his cheek. Sebastian leaned forward and licked the salt water from the man's rough cheek with tender care, gathering up the leash in his hand again as he did so, before he began backing away from the still prone and stunned mage, shedding his trews completely as he went. He came to rest his back against the head board, his legs stretched out before him. When Fell just continued to stare, Seb quirked his lips and gave a tug of the leash.
"Come, Bitch. Or don't you want your ride?" Understanding hit Fell like a charging bronto and he scrambled to do as Seb asked. He made a hash of it. It was an awkward trick, moving on the plush mattress with his hands still bound.
Licking his lips nervously, he clumsily managed to crawl over the prince's legs until he was straddling Sebastian, his hands braced against the man's warm tan chest, his body trembling as he pulled his legs up in order to position himself properly. With his hands bound like this it was going to be a challenge; he could either aid his balance or reach between his legs and position Sebastian where he needed him, but not both, and he certainly couldn't spread himself. He was going to need help, Unless...
"Please, Ser." Fell implored, holding his bound wrists out in a mute plea for release.
"No." Seb said meditatively, fingering the place where the rope dug in and had already started to rub Fell's wrists a little raw, while at the same time displaying his own rope burned wrist to the Champion in a silent rebuke for the actions Fell had taken to get him here. "No, I think this stays. I like the look of it too much." Fell licked his lips nervously
"Please, Ser. I'll not be able to... open... myself like this" Fell reasoned, feeling a slight hint of a flush crawling along his cheeks. Maker he hated talking about this part. He was fine with the doing part on himself or others. But for some reason when even it came to talking about it, it left him feeling indecent. Which was utter nonsense, and yet...
"That could indeed prove to be a problem." Murmured the prince, his tone maddeningly even to Fell's ears. But Seb's eyes were bright and sparkling with mirth. The gaze he leaved at the younger man was a mocking one. Damnit. He was going to make him ask for it wasn't he... For the first time, Fell hesitated and Seb latched on to that fact like a shark scenting blood.
"Well, I guess we've reached an impasse. If you cannot do it yourself without being untied... and I will not untie you..."
Shit.
Feeling his face turn red, Fell muttered. "Wouldyouspreadmeser."
"I'm sorry, what was that? You must speak clearly when you ask me for something, my little bitch."
"Would you please spread me, Ser." Fell finally managed to grind out.
"With pleasure." Sebastian chuckled, his warm calloused hands coming around his thighs to grab hold and spread his cheeks. Eager to get as far away for that little episode as possible, Fell instantly sought out his balance and reached down to line that thick rod up with his pulsing desperate hole which Sebastian had exposed for him.
"May I, Ser?" He breathed, his hand reflexively tightening its grip when Sebastian's cock jumped in is hand.
"You may."
And with a careful, controlled motion, Fell began lowering himself down on the great hulking spear of Sebastian's prick. Impaling himself in agonizingly slow steady increments.
As soon as the prince's crown was once again fully within him, Fell brought his hands back to Sebastian's chest knowing that he was at a real risk of losing his precarious balance as once again his body began to tremble at intensity of the intrusion. His mind was screaming at him that this was an impossible thing that he was trying to do. That it was too thick and too long. That he'd never done something like this with a cock of such magnitude. No Shit, he thought wryly back at the panicked little voice as it desperately screamed at him to stop. Sweet mercy, it was going to absolutely destroy him! It was madness to let this continue! Fell, ruthlessly shoved that voice down smothering it before it could break his resolve; biting down on his lip until he tasted blood. Slowly. Slowly sinking down till he just knew he was going to scream with the pressure of it. But also knowing that if he could just take him, the reward would be beyond measure.
His legs began to quiver, the muscles convulsing with the strain.
"You're halfway there, Lad." Came Sebastian's gasping breathless voice in what was surely meant to be a reassuring tone. It had somewhat the opposite effect, however.
Half? Halfway... ONLY Half fucking way!
His head began to shake in negation as he brought his bound hands to his mouth a strangled groan bubbling out of him as he bit down on his knuckles. There was no way he could take that length again in addition to what was already buried inside him.
It was impossible! Instinctively he started to draw up...
Those hands on his hips changed their grip, supporting him and trapping him at the same time as warm thumbs began to rub small soothing circles on his hips. Muttered words of encouragement flowed up to his ears, that rich Starkhaven accent now so thick Fell could barely make any sense of it. But that sweet rich voice in that soothing, coaxing tone calmed the rising panic, and when Seb began to put a bit of pressure onto his hips, Fell capitulated and with a pained whimper allowed himself to sink down once more at the prince's urging. It was tortuously slow going and they were both of them breathing like they'd just run for miles; Fell, was trembling like he'd run those miles as well, his legs in particular shaking hard enough that Fell wondered if they'd have the strength to move him when he finally adjusted to that behemoth of a cock he was sitting on.
Finally, with an incoherent rush of heavenly accented praise, Fell felt the cheeks of his ass make contact with the prince's thighs and Sebastian was finally seated within him to the hilt. Fell took a moment to just breathe, taking as much of the pressure off of his legs as he could. He leaned forward to lie trembling and shuddering on the warm comforting expanse of Sebastian's chest. Drifting somewhat in a fog as the prince's hands ran in slow comforting circles over the taught muscles of Fell's lower back. Feeling the need to reassure himself that he'd done as Sebastian wanted, Fell reached up and dragged himself up for a desperate, needy kiss.
Sebastian obliged him with an indulgent chuckle. Allowing the contact, and kissing the man back for the first time with a feeling of tangible, caring, affection when their lips met. He was beginning to understand Fell's need to confirm that this would go no further than this one night. He was also coming to comprehend the infatuation that seemed to linger over the Champion's previous lovers despite the nastiness that surrounded the ending of those relationships. If the Champion gave so thoroughly of himself in bed to all his dalliances then it would be incredibly easy to fall into the trap of loving him, and Sebastian already recognized that when this night was done he would never be able to look at the man again without feeling some stirring of desire for him.
Hawke's lip and tongue quivered against Sebastian's own. The touch of them feeling craven yet hesitant. His mouth begging Sebastian for more reassurance and praise. It fired the prince's blood all over again and suddenly that amazing heat and exquisite pressure was simply no longer enough; Sebastian needed to feel Hawke move. It had become imperative to his continued survival. He pulled the man's head tight to his own, taking the sweet kiss from gentle to brutal in an instant. When Hawke began to pant into his mouth, the archer broke the kiss and shoved Hawke back until he was sitting upright and, with a final swat on one warm cheek, he signaled a return to the business at hand.
"Enough!" Sebastian grunted. "Move, Bitch." Fell hissed, but immediately rocked back onto his heels and begin to shift himself along that spectacular length. Savoring every scrap of pain laced pleasure the act of rising and falling on the man brought to him. Finally, the Champion got a bit of his own back as Sebastian's eyes glazed over and he lost his focus; his mind overrun with sweet glorious pleasure.
Oh Sweet Maker! Why would you make this so wonderful then ask us to deny it? For the first time since he'd taken his full vows -since he'd truly dedicated himself to the Maker- Sebastian questioned the reasoning and validity of the Chantry's need for chastity amongst its servants. This act was the act of life, and joy, and love itself – all that was virtuous made real and tangible. How could anything be served by denying this?
The prince let his head fall back against the head board, simply reveling in the heat. The dark steaming depth of Hawke's deep road. It had been so incredibly long since he'd felt anything like this. So long since he'd allowed himself such a selfish greedy feast of the physical. Fell started to roll his hips changing the motion so it brought new and forgotten crests of pleasure on each stroke, Sebastian finally found himself lost in remembrance of an ecstasy that had nothing to do with his spiritual passions.
So lovely. He moaned within his mind, even as he bit back the true moans that were threatening to escape his throat.
It was true, that at this point it had been so long since he'd felt anything beyond the perfunctory touch of his own hand, that surely even Isabela's overused and sloppy cunt would have felt good to him; but he wasn't buried in the loose hipped pirate. No, he was sunk deep into the silk and steel sleeve that was Fell Hawke; and it was like the man had been made to take him. It was such a perfect storm of fit and movement that it was very nearly enough to see Sebastian expire from pure, undiluted pleasure.
Then Hawke's rhythm and pace picked up, making the man keen as he found the angle and spot that saw Sebastian's length dragging with more contact over that sweet spot of burning pleasure, and the sounds the apostate made broke Sebastian's will utterly. His hips kicked up off the bed, matching the mage's movements; pushing the contact deeper and encouraging the man to increase his tempo further.
Sebastian could feel the rising wave of climax coiling like a spring deep in the pit of his being and he had to grit his teeth; fighting ruthlessly to stave off the on-coming tide. He needed to see Hawke come first. He opened his eyes to look up at the other man and Sebastian very nearly lost his struggle at the sight of Fell's eyes rolling back into his head; a deep shuddering cry reverberated through the mage's chest.
"Sweet Maker! Ser, I want to cum!" Fell groaned, his rhythm stuttering a bit as he tried to keep up with Sebastian's pace even as the muscles in his legs began to fail him. The pained frantic lost look on the Champion's face was everything Sebastian had dreamed it would be, and the sight of it sent an overwhelming thrill through the core of him, even as it bolstered the failing walls of his willpower; it allowed him to reassert some of his control. Fell's submission drawing out his own dominance like salt did moisture.
"Not yet." Sebastian ground out, fighting his own imminent orgasm tooth and nail.
"Please Ser! I need it!" Fell pleaded with him, his bound hands trying to catch hold of his cock as it bobbed and swayed with their combined movements. Sebastian twisted the leash in warning and watched as Fell's face took on a darker purplish hue for a moment as the air the man so desperately needed to fuel his efforts was restricted to within an inch of full stop.
"Hands above your head, Bitch." He ordered. Weeping tears of frustration and need, Fell complied raising his hands just as Sebastian had ordered, but his arms were shaking with the effort. He lasted maybe two more strokes before it became too much, and closing his eyes, Fell threw his head back and wailed.
"Bloody Maker! I Can't! Please!" Then... in a small whisper, one touched with the first hint of true humility Sebastian had heard from the younger man all evening – the sweetest word ever spoken in the common tongue escaped the Champion's lips. "Master."
Sweet deliverance! The moment that title escaped Hawke's lips Sebastian broke. With that admission of total surrender Fell had tipped him past the point of no return, and as he felt his own orgasm start with that terrifying slowness that Sebastian recognized as the sign of an oncoming climax sure to be ferocious and devastating in its power; the sudden retreat of the tide heralding a tsunami.
"NOW!" Sebastian shouted. Two ragged thrusts and Fell went completely rigid above him; his hole clenching and fluttering around Sebastian's cock as the man's cock kicked once... twice... and Sebastian twisted the leash cutting off the mage's air just as their final orgasm crashed over them both; both men emptying their seed in a searing hot rush of release. The monk into the Champion, and the Champion all over himself and the monk.
Fell's vision darkened, then caught fire as his body tried to make sense of the conflicting states. When his cock kicked for the third time, only to have the prince twist the rope and leave his body screaming for oxygen the resultant dump of endorphins had resulted in Fell's brain exploding at the intensity of the accompanying waves of euphoria. With a final soundless strangled cry he collapsed, falling into a pit of darkness and oblivion. His consciousness finally caving under the pressure of so great a wave of sheer ecstasy. He struggled for half a moment trying to fight back the blackness in a panic over his lack of air, but then Sebastian's fingers were at his throat, loosening the rope and pulling the leash from the collar completely.
"It's alright, Lad, I've got you." Came the quiet panted reassurance and Fell gave into his mind's insistent need for rest and let the darkness rush up to greet him.
.:ox-HMH-xo:.
Isabela lay in a slumped heap by the window, her own breathing almost as spent and ragged as the two men's. Their combined effort and tandem orgasm having broken over her in a tangible wave that saw her own body responding in sympathetic agony. Bloody fuck, she'd never had such an intense orgasm under her own hand before...
Unsurprisingly, she was the first of the three of them to recover. Finally able to take a deep satisfying breath she opened her eyes and looked over at the heap of tanned and sweating skin that had formerly consisted of two rather attractive men.
Andraste's dripping cunt, she had seen some pretty intense rutting before, but that had been... well it had been something else that was for certain.
Looking over at the monk and apostate as she came down from the natural high of her orgasm, Isabela began to become aware of another feeling: an ugly darkness uncoiling in her chest at the sight of the two men as they lay panting and gasping in each other's embrace. With a bitter taste in her mouth, she recalled Hawke's words back in the Rose 'You better not go getting jealous on me!' He'd said.
Yup, that was it alright. There was no denying that looking over at where the two men lay, -Hawke collapsed over Sebastian's chest, supported by the archer's strong arms- that the feeling rising up from the pit of Isabela's stomach shared more than just a nodding acquaintance with jealousy.
That the green-eyed monster was alive and well within her was a bit of a shock to the duelist.
This was exactly what she had wanted to see. And now that she had it, she might be persuaded to admit she was regretting it.
A speck.
A bit.
A little
O Bollocks! A Whole Fucking Lot.
When she'd said she wanted to see Hawke reduced to a puddle, she didn't count on just how threatening an experience it would be to actually see it happen. To watch as someone else utterly ruined him.
And this game that the two men were playing had such a possessive feel to it. Sebastian wasn't just dominating Fell – He was owning him; and that bothered the pirate on a level that she'd never encountered before. Whilst she wouldn't go so far as to say that Fell was hers...
Screw it, he was.
He was hers -damn it all!- and while she didn't mind sharing her toys, this didn't feel like sharing. This felt like theft. Sebastian was stealing him right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do about it. After all she'd asked for him to do it.
She watched with narrowed eyes as that duplicitous bastard ran soothing hands over her lover. Murmuring quiet nothings in that damnable accent of his to the barely conscious Hawke. She might have possibly muttered a rude suggestion of just where the monk could stuff his bloody murmurings at the sight. In the quiet aftermath of their coupling apparently her voice had carried over to the bed, for Sebastian's eyes had moved from the stirring form of the man collapsed over his chest to her.
Smug git went and smirked at her. The corner of his lip twitching with a clearly superior air. Can you do this to him? That little half-smile seemed to mock her. Do you think he'll ever be happy with what you have to offer him again after this? Isabela broke the contact instead turning to look out over the courtyard where that damn mabari of his was sniffing and scratching at the bedraggled garden the Champion had left to run wild after his mother's passing.
Everything about this was just so fucking confusing. Whatever happened to the good old days? Days when she met. She chased. She fucked. She left.
Life used to be so simple.
I never should have come back for another round. No matter how amazing a fuck he was. How many times has Varric told you. 'No matter how good it tastes that first time, Rivaini, it's all just bile when you get a second go at it.'
She'd obviously come back for one too many tastes of Fell Hawke some time back, and only now was she beginning to realize she was drunk on him. Balls. She was so screwed.
"Wake up, Hawke." Sebastian's voice roused her from her disturbing, and somewhat melancholy, thoughts, shocking her right out of her dower feelings with what he said next. "I think your harlot is in need of some of her own. And I'm not done with you yet, my pretty little bitch-" The prince's lip's quirked as he heard the echo of the Champion's early words in his own "-not by a long shot."
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Hawke struggled to make sense of Sebastian's words. His mind cut adrift from his wrecked and quivering body.
They weren't done? That can't be right.
Fell didn't know how there could possibly be more. He tried to sit up and look at the man underneath him, but had to settle for merely raising his head somewhat feebly. Seb's sparkling blue eyes were looking at him with more than just a touch of amusement in their turquoise depths.
"Sebastian, you know I appreciate the sentiment but I'm right knackered." He mumbled, looking away from the intensity of those bright eyes, feeling a little flustered from the predatory look on Sebastian's face. Sebastian caught and held his chin, forcing Fell to look at him once again, then Fell found a bottle pressed to his lips.
"Drink." And Fell capitulated to his master's wishes. Falling back in the rabbit hole with a hopeless groan as the stamina draught washed over his tongue and sent that familiar shuddering wash of energy and power surging through him. Sebastian availed himself of a second dose as well before working to remove the bindings from Fell's wrists. Fell groaned again to feel the man's softening cock begin to twitch and stiffen within him anew as the potion went to work. Fell rocked back once, experimentally testing just how ruined his back door really was, and had to bite his lip to stifle a pained yowl that tried to jump free of his chest.
"Stop that." Seb warned his own eyes watering a bit. Clearly he was a little overwrought and sensitive as well. "Off, Bitch." He demanded. His hands helping Fell's hips rise so that he might remove himself from the impaling shaft of Sebastian's cock. Fell just about passed out again at the sweet gut churning feeling of having Sebastian's cock actually leave him. A much needed relief to the overwhelming pressure of so huge a member, but at the same time, an almost sickening sense of loss at being left so terribly -miserably!- empty.
As soon as the blocking dam of the prince's prick was free of him, Fell's attention was hijacked by the feel of Sebastian's still warm seed sliding and dripping out of what surely must have be his positively gaping hole.
Sebastian chuckled as he felt the results of their coupling poor out of the man to join the already messy puddle Fell had left on his torso.
"You've made quite the mess, my little bitch." Purred the prince. Swiping a finger through one of the cooling lines of ejaculate which painted the apostate's own belly, offering the sperm covered finger to the Champion. "Perhaps you should clean it up?" Fell groaned, then parted his lips and sucked the whole of Sebastian's finger into his scalding hot mouth, sucking on it greedily. Sebastian's eyes widened at how eager and wonton the man could still be for such a thing. And quickly repeated the gesture with the other hand, using two fingers and scooping up more this time, just to see him do it again. "It tastes good, then?" He murmured, transfixed by the sight and feel of Fell licking his fingers clean.
The Champion smiled, licking his lips and reaching his own hand down to drag one of his long digits through the pearly lines on Sebastian's chest before raising it to the bowman's lips.
"How about you taste for yourself?" He said, smearing a small amount across Sebastian's full lips. Reflexively, Sebastian licked the moist substance from his lips and was surprised at the salty tang his tongue was met with; so unlike the taste of a woman. He parted his lips further and let Fell move the soiled digit between them until he too found himself suckling at the apostate's fingers. Sebastian closed his eyes savoring that unique bitter saltiness in a way that he'd never have thought possible. Shocked to find that he almost enjoyed the taste. When he had cleaned Hawke's finger entirely, he opened his eyes to see Fell looking down at him with eyes the size of saucers.
"Shit, Seb. What I wouldn't give to see what that mouth of yours could do..."
Sebastian's eyes flashed and he bit down on the mage's finger hard enough to make Fell curse and pull it clear of those gleaming teeth in a hurry.
"You're getting awfully forward, Bitch. Don't make me teach you your place again. Now finish cleaning up your mess." Sebastian growled.
Fell's eye glazed over and he regarded the puddle of cum on Sebastian's torso and coating the man's cock. With more urgency than grace he got his legs to one side of the prince and began licking up their combined essence. His tongue exploring every curve of muscle. The ridges of Seb's six-pack. The slight indent of the man's navel. The narrow trail of wiry auburn curls. He used his tongue to make sure that no trace of their rutting remained on that gorgeous tanned skin before moving over to the monk's cock and taking every care to lick it just as meticulously clean. Once the job was done though, he couldn't just walk away from such a toothsome temptation as was presented by Sebastian's handsome cock. So instead, he once again took the tip into his mouth playing his tongue and cheeks over the sensitive, alluring flesh.
A rumbling laugh greeted his enthusiasm.
"You are a right little cock slave aren't you, Hawke?" Fell just took the man a little deeper into his mouth by way of answer. "Aye, that's all very well but I would much rather fuck you again this evening, so enough." Fell's gut rolled and his cock jumped at how casually Seb suggested that he would be burying his brute of a cock inside him again in the near future. But the taste of himself mixed with Sebastian's own essence and the blissful feel of a cock running over his tongue... Just a few more moments.
Smack!
Fell's tender ass, which had only just started to calm down, exploded into delicious fire all over again as the prince landed another smarting blow on it.
"You overreach." He said stretching forward and giving a sharp yank on the collar; it was less effective at cutting off his air now that the leash was off of him, but it got the message across just fine. "Now off. Or do I need to leash you again like an unruly pup?"
"No, Master." Fell felt a tug at the corner of his mouth and had to stamp down on the proud little smirk that threatened to appear on his lips at the hitch in Sebastian's breath and the widening of his eyes when Fell called him 'Master' for the second time. Smirking now would definitely see him in some trouble. And Fell wasn't sure his ass or throat were recovered enough to take another beating.
"Good." Seb said, sounding a little breathless as he released Fell's collar. "Now I want to see you crawl over there and put that eager clever mouth of yours to good use cleaning up the mess your whore has made of her smalls. And when I'm satisfied she's clean enough, I'll consider rewarding your slavish nature with another round."
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"Andraste's Maker fucking bloody hag sacks! Fucking Shit-blasted Son-of-a-bitch Chantry Git! SEBASTIAN! Make him fucking stop already! FUCK~!"
Sebastian settled a little further into his seat and took another sip of the exceptionally robust and pleasant rum he'd found stashed in one of the Champion's desk drawers. Enjoying watching the pirate writhe and squirm and scream for cessation. It had been clear immediately that Fell's clever tongue worked a cunt every bit as effectively as a cock, and Sebastian had enjoyed the show as Fell's slattern wench melted into Fell's mouth, panting and moaning like the sex addled whore she was. It was also clear to the prince that she was used to a certain amount of relentless pleasure from her lover.
He'd decided to take this opportunity to teach her a lesson in real control and pleasure.
So he'd poured himself a drink and sat down next to the pair to watch for the moment when they would tell him they normally stopped. Sure enough, the moment came when both of them relaxed marginally. Isabela allowing her limbs to go slack and leaning back into the cool pane of glass at her back, and Fell's muscles softened as he started to settle back onto his haunches.
"No." Was all Sebastian had said, reaching down and pressing Fell's mouth once more to the slick and swollen cleft of the Rivaini pirate's womanhood. Fell had responded to his touch like it was a hot brand and had instantly rushed to do as his new Master commanded.
Now Isabela was a writhing mess; desperately trying to escape the Champion's attentions. But every time she raised herself up Fell simply followed her. He knew the rules, even without Sebastian having to explicitly speak them. He wasn't to stop until his Master commanded, and so he chased after that bit of tender flesh with a ruthless drive and determination. Sebastian simply sat back and enjoyed the show. Waiting for that moment when the woman would crack under the onslaught.
"Maker damn it all to the Void and back! Sebastian PLEASE!" She cried, tears running down her cheeks as her hips kicked forward again and the flush of yet another orgasm spread over her skin. Before she collapsed once more. Fell kept his face buried between her legs and Sebastian could tell that though the pirate was limp, his little bitch was still hard at work. "Sebastian, please." Isabela panted looking at him with bloodshot, watering eyes.
Sebastian smiled a superior, arrogant little smile savoring the moment of his victory. Finally feeling avenged for the innumerable innuendos and torments the pirate had bestowed upon him over the years.
"Perhaps now you'll be less eager to encourage your pet to bring home unwilling partners in the future." He said, reaching down and tugging at Fell's hair so that he finally removed his face from the woman's folds; his cheeks and chin slick and shining with her wetness.
"Well I'm certainly doing a more thorough background check before I let him seduce anymore monks, that's for bloody certain." She muttered before giggling somewhat breathlessly, finally free to enjoy the huge overload of endorphins Fell's attentions had caused to be dumped into her blood stream. Fell just sat on his haunches, looking up at the pair of them with calm expectant eyes, having long since surrendered to his complete lack of control.
Sebastian smiled down at his Bitch, a touch of pride playing over his lush lips, before standing and gesturing toward the bed. Whomever had trained the man had done a fine job of it; he was one of the best pets Sebastian had ever had the pleasure of playing with; the perfect lance between obedience and defiance. A small twinge of regret stabbed though him at the thought that come morning he would have to remove the collar walk away.
"Come." He ordered and Fell began to climb to his feet only to have Sebastian place a foot at the back of his knee and force him back down. "Bitches don't walk." He said calmly, "They crawl." His words calling forth a breathless whimper of appreciation from between the Champion's lips. Immediately, Hawke began to crawl toward the bed. Sebastian turned back to run his eyes over the still quaking Isabela.
"Can you stand or am I going to have to carry you?" He asked her coolly.
"What?" She asked, her eyes popping wide and looking utterly panicked.
"Can you make it to the bed, Wench?" He asked her saying the words slowly as though she were exceptionally slow.
"Are you saying you want to fuck us both?" Isabela said, sitting up with a little more energy; her eyes sparking with interest.
"You couldn't even pay me..." Sebastian said not even attempting to soften or mitigate the insulting sting in the slightest. "No, I'm going to impale your lover again, and then we are going fuck him until he shatters." He finished quietly turning to watch as Fell tried to get himself onto the tall-set bed. It was a challenge for him. He couldn't quite seem to get his feet under him. Apparently Sebastian's order to crawl had been rather unnecessary. Clearly the man's hips and legs were not yet up to supporting his weight. Seb chuckled again and turned back to look at the pirate who really did look as though she might have the same problem.
As much fun as it might be to make her crawl too, I don't feel like breaking her in. One little bitch is quite enough sin for me this evening, I rather think.
With a sigh, Sebastian bent and unconcernedly scooped the woman to his chest, making her yelp at his unexpectedly casual contact. For the first few steps she clung rigidly in his arms as though she expected he might drop her on her ass any moment.
The pirate was a little stunned honestly. Sebastian had been behaving a right sot toward her the whole night. Clearly it was her he'd decided to blame for his fall from grace but despite his rudeness, and rather hostile attitude, his touch was remarkably gentle and chivalrous – considering the circumstances, and the fact that they were both of them, naked. The difference of the reality versus her expectations was rather boggling.
Shit, he didn't even drop her onto the bed; instead he laid her down softly on the supporting wall of pillows, next to the prone and exhausted Hawke.
Upon feeling the warmth of another body lying next to him, Fell cracked an eye open to see what was up. Seeing his Pirate Queen lying naked next to him he'd immediately dredged up the energy to drag himself to her and proceeded to give her a blistering kiss the better to demonstrate his appreciation of her. Sebastian just shook his head and left them to it, once more running his eye over the remaining bottles of lubricant.
"Have I told you, you're the most amazing, brilliant, woman in all of creation lately?" Hawke asked, drawing back to kiss and lick his way down her neck to the soft swells of her breast.
"Glad someone thinks I'm brilliant. I've been questioning my intelligence all evening." She gasped when his mouth found its way to the hard budding flesh of her nipple, which he immediately began to tease with teeth and tongue.
"You're spectacular! You're beautiful and kind and so incredibly giving..." He murmured into her flesh, making her skin buzz and ache. "I love that about you – No one else I know would let me have this. I could easily give you the rest of my life, Bela." He looked up at her, a soft smile playing over his lips, his heart in his vermillion eyes making Isabela's throat work as a thick knot of emotion got tangled up in it.
Shit. What in the Void was this? Was Hawke trying to tell her he loved her? Really? Now?! This was the moment that crazy bastard chose to confess his feelings? While they were both of them utterly wrecked and at the mercy of a demon who wandered around disguised as a pious saint?
Maker! The man really was an idiot.
Hawke's eye got hugely round as he suddenly remember two things. A) He wasn't supposed to say stuff like that to Isabela. B) They were not alone. He remembered the first cause Isabela's face had gone curiously blank all-of-a-sudden, her eyes getting the wide frightened deer look. The reason for his suddenly remembering that second point was more obvious; for at that precise moment Seb had lined up and slammed into him in a brutal singular thrust.
"Fucking shit!" Fell ground out through his teeth as he once again found himself full to bursting with the other's cock. His every tendon and muscle wound instantly taught.
"Not to interrupt a tender moment, but I believe it was requested of me to fuck you until you break. Clearly I haven't succeeded in my task if you're still this coherent." Sebastian whispered darkly into Hawke's ear as he pulled the man back until he was practically sitting in the prince's lap.
Isabela was dragged back into the here and now at the sight of Fell's entire body going rigid at close quarters, so much more provocative than it had been from across the room – and it had been fucking hot from there. From here, however, she could really savor the way his muscles clenched and rippled with the strain. The erotic line of his neck and clavicle as they strained and popped out under the onslaught. The delicious way his eyes rolled before they closed. The scrumptious sight of his jaw muscles as they clenched before he threw his head back and attempted to swallow his cry at the deep contact.
Isabela began to pant at the vision of her lover drawn taut as a bow-string in the archer's hands. She spared a glance for the prince and saw his lips quirk in a knowing smile, and he gave her a small nod of encouragement as her hands once again began to roam over her own body.
"Look at your whore." Fell's eye snapped open at the command, and raked over her entire body hungrily, fevering her flesh anew with that hot bloody regard. It stoked the embers of her earlier fire and Isabela's hand reached down between her legs, two fingers set to sink into her hot dripping cunt. "Look at her. So hot and desperate for you." Sebastian continued to murmur into the mage's ear. "She's practically drooling to see you being taken like this." Sebastian snapped his hips once, fast and hard, relishing the way the Champion whimpered in his arms.
"How good does she feel inside, I wonder." Sebastian went on, making Fell moan a small mewling panting gasp of want; his eyes locked onto where Isabela's fingers were sinking in and out of her slick channel. Encountering almost no resistance at all given how wet and lost she'd become at the sight of Sebastian breaching Fell again. "See how hot she is for you? Don't you just wish you were buried deep inside of her? Balls deep in her hot tight flesh. Feeling her clench and pulse around you..." Sebastian's hand snaked forward to gather up some of the Pirate's nectar in his palm. "So wet for you." Sebastian crooned, bringing that slick palm to Fell's throbbing cock, even as he wrapped his other arm around the man's hips, caging them back against his own. Slowly, he began to stroke the mage with languid, unhurried strokes that made Fell cry-out and shudder, his eyes squeezing shut, his head falling forward, all his muscles shaking and twitching anew.
Sebastian smiled into Isabela's face as her eyes grew massively round, her tongue coming out to lick her lips at the sight of him stroking her lover. Fell seemed to have lost himself again in the pleasure; his hips trying to buck forward and increase the pace of Sebastian's toying, trying to turn it into something more focused. More purposeful. But Sebastian's forearm was locked in front of his hips. An immoveable force holding Fell in place so the mage could neither direct the nature of that maddeningly slow, loose hand, nor find any relief by shifting himself along the hard thick length burning deep inside of him.
"Look at her, Bitch." He ordered and Fell opened his eyes once more, instantly making contact with Isabela's own. "Tell me how she tastes."
"Like spice and lust." Fell gasped "Like ambrosia. Like everything forbidden and -ugh!- filthy."
"Tell us how good her cunt feels."
Oh Sweet Maker! Fell's mind just about came undone to hear Sebastian say 'cunt' in that dark, thick burr.
"She feels like-ngh!- silk and-ah!- the sun and sin." Fell panted, his cock now twitching and weeping with desire to relive those feelings he was being forced to recall.
"You want her right now don't you, my little bitch? Even with me buried in you, you want to take her. To plow into her and make her cum around you. To make her writhe and scream for you."
"Yes." Fell moaned
"Such a selfish little bitch you are."
"Yes, Ser." He hissed looking down at his lover who was looking back at him with eyes shining with an avarice every bit as powerful as his own. Suddenly, the slick warmth of Sebastian's hand was no longer wrapped around his length, making Fell want to snarl at the man for teasing him, but when that hand moved forward and touched his Isabela, he froze. His respiration coming faster and harder as he watched that tanned hand move along the swollen folds of her cunt, gathering more and more of her juices on his fingers as he went, until he came to rest at the little puckered star of her ass.
"And here? How good does she feel when you take her here?" Sebastian whispered into Fell's ear, as both Fell and Isabela went instantly still, like hounds scenting a rabbit.
"Paradise." Fell breathed. Transfixed by the prince's finger as it circled the small dark star with practiced ease.
"Shall we fuck her here, my little bitch?" Sebastian asked, kissing along the sensitive join of flesh between Fell's neck and shoulder.
"Master, please." Fell crooned, his voice no more than a trembling quiet breath.
"Make her ready for us." Seb ordered and Fell collapsed to the bed in a rush of want, bringing his overused and aching tongue to bear once more. Licking and teasing along the rippling texture of the entrance to her southern harbor. And Isabela removed her fingers from her core to tangle them in his hair, muttering encouragements; giving him access to the now rapidly flowing honey, that he might use her natural lubricant to coat his fingers before he eagerly set about softening and stretching her for him.
Above the prone apostate, Sebastian smiled wickedly into the pirate's gold eyes before he drew back and slammed into Fell making the man cry out into the sensitive skin, sending a jolt through the other rogue. Then he proceeded to set about making things as difficult as he could for the pair. He pulled back and angled himself so that the head of his cock rammed right into that sweet-spot he'd discovered earlier, making the Champion buck and shudder and mewl as he frantically tried to accomplish the task that had been ordered of him.
"Sweet bloody Creators! Enough!" Isabela finally cried. "It's enough already! I swear if you don't make him put it in me I'm gonna do the job myself!" Isabela finally snarled up at Sebastian. The prince just smiled and dragged Fell up against his chest, reaching down to angle the man's cock so that the pirate might do just that.
"By all means, Wench, do make yourself useful."
Isabela didn't need telling twice. She scooted down the bed in record time, and had herself lined up and sinking onto Fell's cock before you could say 'slut'. Seb matched her pace from the back. Once again slowly driving into Fell's ass in that same, steady move as though it were their first time all over again.
Their combined efforts saw Fell crack.
The Champion began to keen and mewl brokenly up at the ceiling, his head shaking in small pathetic negatives as a string of muted pleading curses and begging prayers flew from him lips. At last both of the rogues were pressed as tight up against him as they could physically be, Fell began vibrate, his body thumbing with his pent up need as he gulped in huge great gasps of air to lungs that felt like they would never be sated again. His every muscle straining as he fought off his body's essential need to cum right then and there.
"Bloody Andraste! You two need to be quick about this." He finally succeeded in gasping out, his hands blindly seeking out a hand from each of his partners. "I'm not going to last like this at all."
Sebastian and Isabela shared a look over Fell's shoulder, full of mutual understanding. The sight of Hawke desperately struggling to stave off his orgasm with every last scrap of his remaining will, so wondrously beautiful, was doing terrible things to their own control. Finally, they were of an accord. They would work together to make their lover shatter; to unmake him until he was nothing more than a puddle of nerves and spent flesh. Isabela's long legs came up, wrapping about both men with ease, and Sebastian draped himself forward covering Fell completely, his hand seeking out the center of Isabela's pleasure.
Then they started to move.
They matched each other's rhythm within a moment. Both of them drawing back and surging forward in perfect unison. Slowly at first, marveling at the cursing and caterwauling Hawke between them. Their slow and measured pace didn't last long though, they'd soon all been driven to thrust and buck with an overpowering frenzied speed, as the fire Fell was fighting caught and took hold within his partners. Soon they were all of them sweating and trembling as the final crash of their releases rushed up to meet them, as they all balanced on the knife's edge of their mutual lust and love. A rising unstoppable wave of pure euphoria that would crash over them to drag them through the Void and into paradise.
Fell and Sebastian could feel their partner's imminent break in the fluttering convulsing muscles of the holes they were respectively buried in. Isabela could see in the way the men's eyes had lost all semblance of focus as they stared blindly into the abyss of their pleasure.
Then, holding back a roar, Sebastian bit into the joining flesh of Fell's neck and shoulder and something remarkable -and magical- happened.
That sweet kiss of pain knocked loose Hawke's tenuous hold on his control, and with a thundering bellow, Fell was cumming... and coming undone.
With a shattered howl, Fell's magic exploded around them. Calling up a gale force wind which tore through the room, crawling with little sparks of lightning, tongues of fire, and shards of ice. A furious wild and uncontrolled elemental tempest, wreaking havoc in the room around them as Hawke's magic surged out of his control and created a real world manifestation of Fell's overwhelming, awe inspiring, orgasm.
His magic crawled over him making his passage clench like a vice around Sebastian and his cock kicked and overflowed into Isabela's sensitive back alley. His magic flowed out over his partners, making both of the rogue's nerves sing with a resonant anguish, and between his magic on their skin and his body unraveling between them, they were both of them caught up in the riptide and dragged out over the threshold of their resistance as one. Their voices tangling and weaving together in a song sweet and pure enough to outshine the Chant of Light itself.
Then the moment was passed, and with and final shuddering effort not to crush each other, they all collapsed upon the now-scorched and frost-covered bedding.
Spent.
Sated.
And, all of them -utterly- ruined.
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"What in the bloody Void was that?" Isabela inquired sleepily of the dark room some time later when her mind and body had stopped reeling with the aftershocks.
"I believe we made his magic cum." Came Sebastian's chuckled reply from somewhere on the other side of the prone and unconscious mage lying heavily between them where he'd blacked out. Isabela turned her head in the direction of the prince's voice, not that it did any good in the now absolutely dark room they'd been plunged into. The ferocity of the storm Fell had unleashed having extinguished all the light sources in the room, including the fire.
"Is that even a thing?"
"Apparently so." Sebastian's rich chuckle sounded in the darkness once more, making Isabela's skin shiver.
"You know, I don't think I've ever heard you laugh this much in the entire time I've known you, Choir Boy." She mused, adding certain ironic tone to Varric's nickname for the lay brother. After all, they had just spent several hours proving he was absolutely nothing of the sort.
"Perhaps you just haven't been around me much in moments of mirth. Or perhaps I simply spent too much time praying in your presence."
"And just what exactly would you have been praying for, I wonder?" she mused.
"Strength... or possibly for your blouse to finally collapse under the strain. It was quite dependent on the situation, really." He quipped in an innocent, nonchalant tone, which made Isabela snicker into the dark.
Silence reigned in the heavily sex scented dark until...
"You are a fool, Isabela." Sebastian spoke quietly but he knew the pirate heard him. "He loves you and you are risking it to sate your curiosity and wonton nature."
"You can hardly hold him to some fool thing he said in the middle of all that." The duelist muttered back.
"And on the beach as well?"
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" She groused, feeling defensive and uncomfortable. "He didn't say anything on the beach." Why did all the men in her life who provided her with such amazing mind-boggling sex always have to go and get all talkative and kill her buzz after the fact?
"True. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. I saw the way he looked at you on the beach before you both knew I was watching. It was the reason I gasped; I hadn't realized it until that moment. He loves you, for some unfathomable reason. You should treasure that. He is rather too remarkable a man to let him slip between your fingers. On the other hand, if you're determined not to have him go right ahead. I'll gladly pick up the pieces for you."
"Shut up, Monk." Isabela muttered darkly.
"Of course, it may already be too late for you." He chucked appreciatively. "I don't think he's going to be able to go without a cock again for a very long time. He is a right little cock slut, our Hawke."
"You offer sermons up with that mouth?" Isabela snarked from the darkness, "And just who are you calling 'our Hawke'" Then she sighed. "I suspect you are right though. I'll have to look into finding someone to join us on a more regular basis..."
"If you would perhaps be willing to wait until I had retaken my throne..."
"Yeah. Do me a favor Sebastian. Stay away for my man in the future. You cheat."
"As if you don't. Well then, I shall simply extend an offer. If he's ever looking for someone to play rough with him again... I'm sure I could take him off your hands for a bit."
"Yeah, not going to happen. I don't trust you not to try keeping him. And Maker knows, if I'm going to have another cock in this bed on a semi-permanent basis, I expect to see some action from it myself. And I don't need two men kitted out like Qunari, thank you very much. I may be greedy but I've got some sense of self preservation."
"If you're taking orders I request a nice long, slender elven prick." Came a pillow muffled groan from the mage lying face down between the two rouges. Isabela went rigid as a stone statue on his other side in fear of just what exactly Fell might have overheard.
"So you are alive, after all." Sebastian mused, running a hand over the man's warm back, to his neck; his fingers toying with the collar he'd not yet removed. His reluctance to release the Champion from his power sitting uneasily in his mind and heart; Sebastian did not want to set Fell free so that he might find himself another master. He let his finger drift clear of the buckle, to caress the gems instead; idly wondering what would happen if he didn't remove it. If he left it for the Champion to take it off himself. Would the lingering impression of this collaring persist on Fell's psyche? Sebastian rather thought it would, given how the man had responded to him tonight. The prince suspected that until Seb took that collar off with his own two hands then feel of it would never truly depart from Hawke's unconscious mind, leaving the man reluctant to let anyone else collar him in future.
It would be a dirty trick to leave it...
Sebastian let his hand glide down the man's back once more, to cup his ass possessively instead.
Fell didn't seem to notice, merely murmuring in response to the prince's words, "No. You killed me. I am killed. Now let this corpse sleep already. Bicker about who gets to play with me in the morning."
.:ox-HMH-xo:.
Varric grumbled as he trekked up the stairs to Hawke's room. Irritated that Hawke had sent for him to come all the way up here when they had their regularly scheduled card game for that evening at the Hanged Man. Why their supposed business couldn't be settled-up then was beyond the dwarf.
He had been even more put out to learn that -having come all the way to Hightown, per Hawke's request- the Champion was still taking his beauty rest. After listening to Sandal croon and coo over some enchantment or some such he was working on for a whole blasted twenty minutes, the dwarf's patience had snapped. And it was with a satisfied sense of vindictive justice that he decided he would go wake Hawke up for once.
He had just reached for the door handle to the Champion's bed chamber when the door opened inward and Varric found himself face to face with a half-naked Choir Boy.
For a moment dwarf and man just stared at each other before Choir Boy went bone pale and stammered something unintelligible and tried to shut the door in Varric's face.
Varric wasn't having any of it and pushed his way into the room and stared, for once completely lost for words at the sight before him. The room looking like it had been host to one Void-blasted shit-storm of a fight: the desk was in shambles, the coals for the hearth scattered over the carpet, the draperies and bed curtains hanging half off their fixtures in total disarray... and everywhere the storyteller's copper eyes roamed, he saw clear signs of elemental magics.
And in the middle of the wreckage -on a bed that looked like it had come out on the losing side of a fight with several of the mage's spells- lay Hawke.
And a right hot mess of him at that... covered in bruises, bite marks, the salt of stale sweat crusting his skin and -Ancestors take it!- was that Vice's collar wrapped around his neck?!
"You're fucking shitting me!"
Hawke stirred and opened one blood-shot eye and upon seeing the dwarf standing at the door next to a Sebastian who had turned a startling shade of crimson, the mage had smiled broadly. Taking a great deal of amused pleasure out of Sebastian's discomfiture as well as the look of out-and-out incredulity that was cemented on Varric's features.
"Ah. Got my note, I see." Fell rumbled, his voice so rough Varric would never have believed it was Hawke who'd spoken if he hadn't seen the words leave the man's lips. Pushing himself up with a groan, and hiss for his abused ass and aching hips, as he swung his legs down to the floor, the human continued in that ruined voice. "I believe you owe me some coin, Dwarf."
Varric looked between the blushing Choir Boy and the obviously wrecked condition of Hawke, completely unable to reconcile the two as being related.
"Speechless, Varric?" Came Isabela's voice from the door to the bath chamber before the half clad pirate herself appeared there. "That must be one for the record books!"
"This is a damn trick, Hawke. You doped him up and snuck him in here." Varric accused narrowing his eye at the pair. Fell laughed heartily making the pink sapphires on that crazy collar glint in the morning light.
"Nice try, old man." Hawke snorted as he tried to gain his feet and went to take a step- "Now pay up or- SHIT!" -and promptly fell flat on his face as his legs gave out from under him.
The snickering that broke the silence that had greeted Hawke's collapse made Varric turn and stare in wide eyed amazement all over again.
At the sight of the dwarf's completely flabbergasted expression, Sebastian lost it completely and threw his head back and simply roared with laughter, until tears were streaming from his eyes with his mirth. Soon his guffaws were joined by those of Rivaini and even Hawke himself started chortling.
For a moment more Varric just stood and stared at the three half naked humans as they continued to laugh like loons in the middle of the disaster zone that had once been Hawke's master suite like they'd all completely cracked. But as his incredulity faded a small bubble of levity blossomed in his own throat, then he too, was laughing. Before he knew it he'd laughed himself breathless, and was having to wipe tears from his own eyes.
"Well shit!" The dwarf crowed, finally managing to draw in breath enough to speak, as he fished out a coin purse which he lobbed good natured-ly at the prostrate Champion. "No one's ever gonna believe another word I say after I've told them this one, Hawke!"
Closing A/N: Well that is it! The silly 'little' encounter that I initially intended to post as a one-shot and which ended up taking on such a life of its own that I couldn't even post just the sex scene as a single chapter...
Again a huge thank you to Tuon, Ezmer and Enhantm3nt for being such awesome amazing helpful people!
If you like what you read here, and want to read more about Fell's journey, then follow this story (or me as an author, that works too). I'll post a 'heads-up' update on this if/when I get around to posting the rest of his story, be that in the form of a big narrative ('A Fell Wind') or as a series of 'smaller' encounter fics more like this one... either way it could be a while... My plot bunnies are of the evil undead variety... (check out my profile under Upcoming Projects and you'll see what I mean)
On the note of related fic's: Keep your eyes peeled for two Fell follow-up stories in the form of a couple of Gift-Fics!
for Hatse (and those of you who are fans of my Dom Sebastian): 'Worth Keeping' – A Sebastian/Anders/Fenris threesome to take place after the Chantry's destruction, full of smutty angst-y goodness!
for Enchanm3nt (and those of you who drooled over Fell as Seb's Bitch): "Dungeon Games' – A Mega Slash Fest! Staring Fell, Sebastian, Anders, Fenris, as well as everyone's other favorite elf... Zevren! To take place after the events of 'Worth Keeping" this will be a kink fest of epic proportions!
But First! - (:D) Tragedy! - (D:)
Okay so Hatse and I may have gotten embroiled in a small challenge regarding which of us could make more of you people cry... So Coming Soon – A couple of tragic Fenris Fics! (My offering in this battle to be, shall be titled "The Price of Prejudice" - But fair warning... we both fight dirty.)
And one more time (com'on... say it with me!) "Review people!"
Let me know what you thought of Hot Mess! (It was wordy right? Too Long? Flowery! It was too flowery wasn't it? Or perhaps not flowery enough for your tastes?) Or if you're really not sure what to say why don't you just weigh in and tell me whether you'd like to see the rest of Fell's tale told in pieces or as whole?
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