Chapter Seventeen

Captured – NSFW


(I know in the original she's... she didn't consent. this is different)


I wasn't out for very long – hardly long enough for them to drag me to the cage – perks of having so much blood from Anduin… maybe I should take a familiar.

They threw me on the hard floor – I had to pretend I was out cold or I was worried what they might do to Cullen.

It was through sheer force of will that I didn't scream or give up the ruse as they peeled of bits of my skin and took some of my blood and… well… I was lucky they didn't rip out my nipple piercings; they talked about it. I heard them summon demons that got testy when they couldn't possess me – I couldn't stop the tears that ran down my face and was just glad that Inas hadn't brought my Cub to me just yet.

After almost an hour of them cutting, slicing and hitting and kicking, they tossed me into the cage with Cullen – worried I would wake any second. I felt my magic cut off from me and went cold. I had been hoping to bust us out using my magic. Sure, I could feel the Dovah in me roaring to go, but my Azeroth magics were a bust at the moment… as well as the actual magics from Skyrim – and using the Dovah shouts would hurt Anduin, Alistair and Cullen and… no – I would have to wait for my people to rescue me.

I groaned as I sat up and looked down – they had done quite the number on me. My clothes were in tatters – I wondered why they had taken my pants since they hadn't… done anything. I heard Cullen ask, "Are you alright? I saw what they… did to you."

I blinked at him and said, "Well… okay. You're far more cut up than the last time I was here… where is your armor?" I admit, my gaze was greedy as I took in this half naked man. He was just as cute as before, but he was hardened now. His gold hair was rumpled and caked in blood, his gold eyes were set in a glare and he wore only a thin pair of pants… meaning his 6-pack and that delightful V and goody trail were on full display; but so was the evidence of torture. His chest and his back were oozing blood.

He looked confused for only a second, "I was in bed at the time of the attack."

I sighed, "Where the fuck is our host? I have a few unsavory words to direct their way."

I heard a cackling laugh and let my head snap to the side. The man who was laughing was none other than Uldred. He said, "You really are immune to demons. I'll be honest, when I heard from a few of my co-conspirators about you when I got back, I didn't actually believe it. How is it possible?"

"I was born this way. My father is what many here might call an abomination – with a twist."

"Abominations cannot sire children. Tell me the truth!" he snapped.

I rolled my eyes and let out my wings, "Proof enough for you, dumbass?"

He shook his head, "No – that just proves you're unique. Why don't you join me… with your prowess, I can't think of how this might go better!"

I snorted, "You are really fucked up in the head. Honestly, having me knocked out so I can't kill your pet sloth, having my body mutilated and… what do you plan to do nextUldred? Yeah – I know who you are; you greased up weasel. Why in Elune's merciful grace would I join you?"

He snorted, "Fine – but I saw the way you looked at that Templar… you want him – and it might be amusing to watch."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah – he's hotter than the sun; of course I want him. But dude – no damn way am I bedding him like this."

"Then I go personally kill all the people you brought with you right now… starting with the big purple one and overly tall human man."

My blood ran cold and I had to keep the horror off my face as my eyes narrowed. I glanced at Cullen and said, "I suppose this is your choice, my dear? I don't know what this monkey plans to get from us denning down like animals, but hey – who am I to complain?"

Cullen looked very torn as he stood up, "Why, Uldred? There's no point in it…"

"I disagree – you Templars think you're so honorable and righteous; bedding a dirty whore like her might teach you some manners."

Cullen looked pissed, "You know nothing about her – how could you say she's a…?"

I coughed, "Nah – he's kind of right. My special mix of curses and blessings makes it so Sex is pretty much food to me. I only take one lover at a time though – I don't sleep around on my mates either. I will admit that I do have a lover – he even says we're married by the Light; he worships the light and is a Holy Priest as well as a King. But hey – he won't mind me sleeping with you. You can even ask him yourself later," I winked. Cullen must have gotten the message as he stiffened, "Later… fine – I uh… I have no idea what I'm doing though."

"Easy enough – I have enough experience to guide you… you know I'm… much older."

At least he was agreeing – if he said no, then I would find a way out to stop Uldred despite what anyone else thought I couldn't do.

I stood before him – I could see his eyes raking over my injuries as they healed now that I wasn't in combat. I smiled softly, "We start with a kiss, perhaps?"

He flushed and moved to kiss me – one hand hesitantly at my hip and the other at my cheek. He whispered against my lips, "I am… so sorry… no woman should have to…"

"Shhh… it won't be the first time I've been watched. At least you're agreeable and… I have a rescue team inbound, Cullen. We will make it through this," I whispered back as I moved to kiss his jaw. The bit of beard he now sported was rough – I found I liked it very much.

He nodded and lowered me softly to a tattered mattress in the corner of our cage. Thankfully there was a pillar next to it that partially obscured the view of the ones watching us – as more had come at Uldreds call.

I felt my back arch as his hands roamed along my body. I whimpered, "Cullen…"

His lips found mine once more as one of his hands moved to my chest – for acting on instinct, he was doing very well. He whispered, "Show me… what to do…"

I took his hand and lowered it to the area between my legs; I took one of his fingers and pressed it against my clit – causing my back to arch. I didn't realize just how pent up I was at the moment.

I gasped and felt my hips jerk when he pressed slightly harder. He ran a finger along my slit, moving it around my clit.

"Oh… yes…" I groaned. He kissed me again as my nails dug into his hips. He stopped, causing me to beg, "Please… that felt… don't stop…"

He flushed, "I-I should… take off my pants?"

I nodded, releasing his hand – not bothering to ponder that I had re-grabbed it when he stopped.

He gripped himself and rubbed the tip of his length against me – having only pushed his pants down far enough to release himself. My back arched as I lifted my hips to try and align us better.

I could hear the spectators whispering – as though we would stop if they spoke too loud. Many of them seemed to find this fun. I mentally took inventory of their looks and how painfully I wanted them to die.

By now, I was panting with need – he was unintentionally teasing me, but it was very effective.

I moaned before whispering, "We won't be able to… fake this…"

He frowned – that was exactly what he'd been doing. I continued, "Say the word and we'll stop, Cullen. We can… find a way through this… Void…"

He flushed, "It wouldn't be… right to tease you…"

"If you don't want…" he thrust and I cried out. He was large, I realized. He was at least 8 or 9 inches – and thick enough to stretch me.

His strokes were slow and sweet and each one went deeper before he was finally all the way in. He cupped my cheek and leaned in, kissing me softly. I flicked my tongue along his lips, causing him to gasp. I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss with one hand in his hair, the other on his chest.

He pulled back, "Okay?"

I nodded silently, "Yes… please…" my back arched as I tried to get him to move more. My nails dug into his hips. He hissed a breath – likely, I had found a wound and re-opened it – but thrust within me. I felt his lips on mine again – the kiss was so passionate that I had to move to grip his arms to keep me grounded.

At my urging, his hand moved to tweak my nipples before moving to the back of my neck. His mouth moved to my jaw, then to my neck where he nibbled. I felt the beard he now sported roughly move against my neck.

I moaned and begged him for more… and was gasping in pleasure as his teeth dug into my skin – I almost didn't feel him break the skin as he bit too hard; almost didn't feel Elune take that chance to bind us as mate. My nails dug into his back and that seemed to spur him on. I felt my legs draw back, knees up, allowing him to go deeper as I moaned his name before burying my face in his neck.

My hips met his every thrust as I panted. His hand once more moved to my clit and I cried out in pleasure.

I was… so close – so very close… though I was surprised he had lasted this long since it was his first time. I bit his neck on instinct and I heard him gasp before he growled and buried his face in my own neck once more.

I shattered – calling his name as I felt my legs wrap around his waist. His thrusting sped up, becoming erratic as I felt heat when he came within me.

We were both out of breath as he rolled to the side, holding me close to him almost possessively. A folded blanket was thrown on top of us and I looked over Cullen. The Blood mages were smirking and the woman said, "For such a… spectacular performance."

I nodded and covered us up. The mages went into up the stairs next to our cage and he sighed as he held me.

"… I'm sorry. I… I admit to… enjoying that despite the circumstances." He muttered.

I snorted, "If we have to apologize for that then I suppose I'm sorry too – I… found it highly enjoyable."

He chuckled in a wry manner and leaned in. His lips against mine were uncertain but powerful, soft but determined. I gave a small moan against his lips. His hand came up and cupped my cheek.

"I'm so sorry this happened – that you were forced…" he muttered.

I snorted, "I told you several times that we could stop if you didn't want to – I could find a way around it. Besides – you were the innocent here, not me. If anyone was forced…"

I sighed – this may color my mates' views of me. Even if he didn't know I had magic, he'd likely never be with me past this… and we were fully mated now.

Hadn't I suffered enough? Hadn't my long life been full of enough grief and suffering?

I had died 3 times – two of those times were in defense of people. Cullens' arms held me tightly as a sob came from me – shocking me as Cullen pulled me into him. He likely thought I was crying about… but no; I was mournful that I might lose a mate that I was fully mated to. My pack had obviously been left behind in the room with Sloth, so I didn't have a change of clothes – because I couldn't access my magic.

Sure, I could shout, use the Thu'um to free myself but if I did that, I could bring down half the tower… logically, that should be a last resort. "This might be a stupid question… but are you okay?"

I glanced at Cullen with a strangled sob, "No; I guess not. High King Anduin… he's the one who sees himself as my husband because the Light linked us in an unbreakable bond; I was betrothed to him before that, but managed to get him to break that – he's down the hall taking a demon-induced power nap. My cousin is there too as well as the last of the Grey Wardens – and I take my vows seriously… I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you and I were just linked the same way I was with Anduin – by Elune, not the Light. I'm so fed up with this shit. I'm tired of being the Hero when it's only ever brought me grief. All I want is to retire with someone who could possible love me and maybe have a kid or two that I can keep! But, of fucking course, that's not the will of the Gods!"

"Wait… we're… linked?"

I nodded with a tired sigh, "Essentially, Dragons like me – we mate for life. We have soul mates. You and Anduin are linked to me. It's a long story… but… I don't know. I suppose… at least in my eyes… we're married now. I'm not going to push anything on you though – don't worry about…"

He kissed me lightly, "It would only be right that I take responsibility for this – marrying you in the eyes of the Chantry would be… only right…"

I shook my head, "I'm considered a Queen, Cullen – not that I want to be… at all."

"Oh… why do you not… I mean… if it's too personal…" he flushed.

I shook my head, "All of Azeroth hated me until recently. For… my whole life… I was thought to be marked by the old-gods. Even though a Goddess of the Moon, a Demi-God of Nature, and an arcane well of Light all claimed me as a fucking Hero, all they could see was a villain in disguise."

He was staring at me slack-jawed, "You were blessed by gods?"

"You wouldn't think so…" I moved my hair out of the way so he could see the lightly glowing silver crescent moon in the center of my forehead, "Elune's blessing keeps me healed and healthy. I never get sick, and all injuries heal quick… as you can see by the fact that I'm no longer bleeding or have any marks."

He nodded in awe. I sighed, "But when it came to light that… I had the soul of a dragon, all my blessings were disregarded. I can even take the form of a great red dragon. The Ruby Dragon-Flight was kind enough to adopt me, at least."

"You can… that sounds like magic!" he accused. I snorted, "Talk to Greagoir about that. You know he used his smite on me and taught me smite as well. You think he'd allow the latter if I was a mage?"

He flinched, "You're right. I apologize for accusing you. Just… after what I've…"

I shook my head, "And if I did have magic… I am immune to demons – and only warlocks and those who deal with demons where I'm from can do blood magic. So unless I was a Warlock – which, by the way, with my immunity to demons, that's not possible – then there would be no reason for you to fear me. Most Mages can only use frost, arcane and fire. Well… they can make portals too… but druids like my cousin Inas can mostly just heal and shapeshift."

He blinked, "That's how the magic works in your lands?"

"There are like… 6 or 7 types of magic user. Though what some of the other classes can do, you might call magic too. And most of those magic users strive for peace, not war."

"How is that possible…?"

"Magic isn't bound to the Fade – it's bound to nature itself. Our King is a Magic User – a Priest of the Holy specialization, meaning he's mostly a healer who uses the light to 'smite' his enemies."

He looked horrified, "If the mages here heard of your lands…"

I sighed, "Look, Cullen… I'm trying to keep things as sane as possible. Anduin won't like how things are done here and he knows he can't overturn a thousand years of religious doctrine. He likely won't ally unless I say something. Don't worry about that. For the most part, Azerothian citizens will stay in Azeroth."

He relaxed. "That's good then… I once thought we were too hard on the mages, but…"

"I get it – really I do. Anyone who can be possessed by a demonic entity should be monitored – at least until it's proven that they have control. But that's a debate for later. But you know I'm immune. The pride demon markings on my back show that they were trying to get that thing to possess me – and failed."

He nodded, "I… was present for that. They tried Desire and Despair too. Each one… it was like they couldn't even sense your presence. Desire sensed something – but I'm not sure if that was from you or…"

"Let me guess – she said I desired you?" I gave him a wry look. He flushed and looked away. "I figure it is because of my own desire to… I mean… I…"

"Look where we are, lover – if I hadn't desired you, I wouldn't have said yes." I said slyly. "But it could be worse – I used to be a sex slave."

He paled, "That's… that's horrible."

"What was more horrible was who I was enslaved too – don't ask… you really don't want to know the answer. Unfortunately I have a near-perfect memory. I remember every detail with clarity."

He shuddered, "That would be… I can't imagine."

"No… nor would I wish you to do so," I lay my head down on his shoulder when he turned onto his back.

"Cullen… place a finger on my blessing mark…" I said. He looked confused, "Why?"

I sighed, "I… I like you enough to share my blessing – it won't be permanent… it will only work as long as I allow and only while we are in contact. But it will heal you, your wounds…"

He shook his head, "Forgive me, but I don't think I can allow magic right now."

I nodded, "I can respect that. Thank you, Cullen – for helping me through this." His hand came up to pet my hair and I felt a soft purring begin in my chest. I kept it quiet though.

I heard voices coming down the hall as Cullen stiffened. "Where do you think she is, Inas? She's my wife – if she's been hurt, Azeroth will demand answers."

Alistairs' voice responded, "Er… your majesty, think of it like this – if they had… killed her… she would have been left beside us."

Aedan said, "I agree… but until we find her, I nominate Alistair as our temporary leader."

"What?" Alistair cried out.

Lyna chuckled, "You are her second, Shem. You're a senior warden too – you were already a warden when we all joined. Besides, you're the prince heir."

"Daylen… back me up – I can't be…" Alistair stammered.

"Too late," Daylens voice held a grin.

They entered the room and Inas' eyes shot to my state of… undress. "Thank the maker," Alistair muttered when he saw I was alive.

Inas was furious, "Did this man…?"

I snarled deep in my throat, "Mine."

Cullen coughed, "Er… he's purple."

Alistair blinked, "Cullen?"

Cullen stilled again, "Alistair?"

I interrupted, "Cullen is my mate – and yeah, Uldred got his kicks from forcing us to mate while he watched."

Anduin looked livid, "By the Light…"

"The light had nothing to do with this, Andy. Mostly it was demons. You're so lucky you didn't see the true after-math of my… torture is the nicer word so let's use that." Cullen flinched, "The mages are beyond…"

I covered his mouth with my hand, "Go – Kill Uldred, save Irving and let's get the fuck out of this tower. If I never see this floor of the tower again, it'll be too soon."

Inas snarled as he shifted to bear form. Cullen shook off my hand, "You said he was your cousin – why is his skin purple?"

"He's a night-elf. That's just how they look. Hair colors are usually green, purple or white – hence my hair is purple. The elves here all resemble Bloodline Elves of Azeroth." I shrugged.

Alistair spoke, "One question; why am I the one who has to be in charge when you can't?"

"Why not; you are Cailans' heir." Cullen sputtered, "Alistair is a Prince?"

"I knew my birthright would come back to haunt me one day," Alistair muttered.

"Oh, let me guess. If we let you lead people will die and you'll discover you have no pants… is that it?" I snarked.

He flushed but said, "Yes, exactly that! Even worse – we'll also be lost!"

"Look – go kill the Maleficarum – the Blood Mages." I said. Inas was off like a shot – everyone else was hot on his heels.

Cullen snorted, "Your cousin is… eager."

"He's seen the torture I've endured over the years. Honestly, most of Azeroth hated me – as I said. If I wasn't stuck in some twisted reincarnation cycle – dying and coming back on different worlds – I would never have known why everyone hated me."

"You… died?" he looked horrified as he scooted back. I sighed, "I've died 3 times. Doesn't seem to matter. Twice, my life was given for the greater good. It's why Inas is so protective of me now – my life was given to save his life this last time."

"How…?"

"I wish I knew, honestly… I'd end the damn cycle. I'm so tired of being the sticking point. I've suffered for so long, taken so much abuse and neglect. But what else can I do? I didn't choose this!" I sighed. He looked conflicted, "I… I don't know."

I shook my head, "Don't worry about it – it's not your fault. The gods have a funny way of making us all their pawns."

He sighed, "Mages… I don't think of them as people anymore…" his voice was no higher than a whisper.

I shrugged, "You may change your mind again one day. I can't think of them as anything other than people. They were born as they are, just like I was born the freak that I am. I can't change that – I can't just magically make people accept me. I've had to die several times to have people learn that I have feelings too. Cullen – imagine something for me. What if one day you woke up… and had magic? What if one day, a day after you die or something, you woke up in a place you didn't know and you suddenly had the ability to cast spells? That happened to me, you know. I was a powerless human before I became a Dragon."

He flinched but didn't seem to catch my admission of having magic, "That… I think I would hate myself – if only because of how I view mages now."

I curled into him, "What if I were what Azeroth called a mage or a druid? Even with my immunity to demons and my dragon soul… would you hate me?"

His hand was stroking my hair, "I don't think I could. You were immune to 4 types of demon – 3 of those I witnessed myself. Their blood magic did nothing to you – just like that Maleficar who escaped before. I might have to insist on contacting the Divine for her opinion, but… with you, someone who holds no risk of demonic possession, someone who holds no risk of turning to blood magic… I don't think I could hate you."

I relaxed as more tears spilled from my eyes. This was a man I'd held as a crush for so long. He was half the reason I kept playing Dragon Age constantly – my mate.

"Will you marry me?" Cullen asked.

I hummed, "If you don't mind that I'm technically married to at least one – if not two – other people. Anduin named me his High Queen – and Alistair is actually courting me with the intention of making me Queen of Ferelden to secure an alliance with Azeroth. If that… doesn't bother you, then I would love to seek permission to marry you. I know I fit the rules of the Order – I'd be living separately and can support myself as well as the fact that I just aided in saving a circle…"

"I… I made a vow to my mother that the first woman I lay with would be the only woman I lay with so… I mean… if I'm going to keep that vow… I'd either have to be a celibate Templar or marry you. Mother would have my hide if I didn't marry you – and if my mother couldn't take my hide, my older sister would."

I sighed, "You only know a little about me. That doesn't make for a good wife."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I wouldn't make a good husband either – not like I am now. I know this will haunt me."

"Honey – I'd be massively impressed and worried if it didn't. Torture and such things are supposed to change you – make you the person you were meant to be."

He snorted, "You're saying that being tortured for the past two weeks was to supposed to happen in the grand scheme?"

I sighed, "Only two weeks, huh? You're lucky we got here so soon then. It only took us 2 weeks to get here from Lothering – and 2 to get from our rescuers hut to Lothering to begin with. Ferelden is bigger than it looks on a map, I'll give it that."

"Lucky? How is that lucky?" he snapped.

"Think about it – if this had started as soon as Uldred got back, you could have been here – tortured – twice as long. I took that mantle for two centuries."

"Exactly how old are you, anyway?" he paled when he realized what he asked. "Oh… I mean… that's not something I should have…"

"10,490 years old, if you add all 4 lives together. I spent 33 as a human, 100 as a Dragonborn because they apparently age slower than others, 10,352 as an elf in Azeroth and almost 2 months here." I'd had to work to remember exact amounts – I usually rounded up or down.

His jaw dropped, "Are you… how is any of that even possible?"

"No matter how many times you ask, I simply don't know. I know when I reincarnated to Azeroth, to being an elf, I was actually reborn. Like… I was a baby and everything. Not a comfortable experience, but the gods or whatever thought I needed it, I guess. To think, I wasn't even religious before all this – now I hold most gods in neutrality until they place themselves firmly on one side of my feelings. I like Elune and Cenarius. I could care less for most of the Divines in Skyrim… Talos was decent enough, I suppose, but he used to be a mortal man so that was kind of expected."

Cullen sighed, "My offer still stands, so you know. About… marriage…"

"Then we can seek permission – though I'm sorry it happened like this, I'm not sorry that we're mates. Mates are sacred to dragons."

That was when the others came down from the Harrowing chamber and Inas rushed over to me. He handed me my pack, so I stripped and got into fresh clothes. Cullen just looked away while I did, though Alistair was stammering and flushed as he looked away. Irving was with them at least.

I held out my hand while making my eyes misty, "I want my cub."

Inas pulled a cub from the Void Stables. It was predominantly grey with blue feather-tips and matching blue eyes. I hugged it to me muttering, "I'm gonna name you Silverite and you are going to be my bestest friend."

Cullen was staring at the Cub in awe, "Is that… a griffon?"

"No – it's a Larion. If you want a griffon, I can get you one easily though," I smiled at him.

Inas spoke, "Should we get back to Azeroth or…?"

"Actually, I'd appreciate if someone could help Cullen, Irving and I down the stairs. Cullen wouldn't let me share my blessing, Irving didn't earn that from me and said blessing doesn't help muscle soreness."

Inas shifted to bear form and nudged at me until I relented and got on his back. Anduin moved to help Cullen and Alistair took care of Irving.