A/N: This was sorely in need of an update. Also, because I know Hatsepsut is going flip out – she loves these. She is such an inspiration to me, she had no idea. I love her writing and if I can bring her any kind of enjoyment from my writing, then that's all the better! One of these times I'm going to have to screen share with you Hun, so you can watch me write one of these. Lol. Anyway, enjoy~

Notes: Each chapter is a one-shot only, based off original and gathered prompts, that all, in some way or another, involve Sebastian – breaking his vows, more often than not. I do so love to torture him. :)

Warnings: Heavy smut, 16+ at all times, drugging, blackmail, threesomes, etc

Original Idea/Prompt: Hawke is a very sexual person but, after arriving in Kirkwall, experiences a rather unforeseen dry spell. After three years of no sex and having Sebastian join their little group, she's nearly losing it due to sexual frustration. She begins having dreams of him, then daydreams, and fantasies, to the point where they go so far as to get her caught in the act...

Disclaimer: Bioware owns Dragon Age and Sebastian but I'm free to obsess. :)

Torturing a Prince

Sebastian/Mage!Hawke IV

Hawke had some trouble after coming to Kirkwall after the blight had taken her home and sister from her. There was plenty of eye-candy, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to chase down any of her male companions, even if she was suffering from a drought of sex.

Before Kirkwall, Hawke hadn't exactly been celibate. In fact, she had quite enjoyed her sexuality. That was perhaps why she and Isabela got on so fabulously.

Yet, since she had come to Kirkwall...nothing. Again, there was plenty of eye-candy and yet, since she had seen that magnificently armored, auburn-haired, blue eyed god of a man, she hadn't been able to bring herself any further than flirting her male companions. Which was saying a lot because Fenris and Anders were more than easy on her eyes. Sebastian though, she might as well find herself pleasantly obsessed – it probably didn't help that Anders and Fenris never picked up on her flirting(both of them were damnably frustrating in their denseness).

Her frustrations only become that much more frustrating after their return from the deep roads; she lost her brother to the Grey Wardens – she would have lost him all together if Anders hadn't come with. The taint would have killed him and still might. She waited for years for word on him and, just after three years and after she had managed to square away a mansion in high-town, she found out he was still alive. The stress level she was at could be a record. To make matters worse, Sebastian actually ended up coming around again and, irony abound, joined her little band of merry misfits.

Well, to be fair to Sebastian, it didn't make things particularly worse. It just made her self inflicted – and unwilling – celibacy down right torture. At least when he wasn't around the fantasies and day dreams had began to fade after time. Now that he was around nearly all the time – well, it was safe to say she was having problems. He certainly wasn't making things easier.

First the innocent fantasies returned – what did his body look like under all that armor, was he as tone as he looked, was he as good a kisser as he looked, or, even, what talents did he have at his disposal from his days as a wild child?

Then the dreams followed. He wasn't shy there, oh no. He was dominant and aggressive, more than eager to pin her down and have his way with her until she would wake, thighs wet, and unbearably unfulfilled.

That she could handle. A little alone time to herself and she was back in leader shape. After all, it wouldn't do to be turned on and following Sebastian around like a mabari in heat. Despite how much she wanted to do just that.

The daydreams came next, but it was when the daydreams began to feel like reality that she was having trouble adjusting. It was embarrassing to say the least, but after lusting after the man for nearly four years now, how could she not be affected? To the Void! What she wouldn't give to have the man, at least once! The damnable exiled prince – whom she'd helped time and time again – had vows of chastity to the Chantry.

Damn the Chantry and their sexlessness sometimes – though she highly doubted that all the brothers and sisters in the faith were truly chaste. At least some were liable to give into temptation. Oh! If only Sebastian was one of that some. He wasn't, however, and reiterated, time and again, how committed he was to his new way of live, so Hawke did her best to put him out of her mind.

Too bad her thoughts refused to cooperate with that; if anything, she thought of him even more. If that were possible. She was beginning to think she thought of him and nothing else. Things began to slip her mind more easily and often times, the others would have to draw her from her thoughts. Anders even began to question her about her mental absenteeism, thinking her unwell.

Maybe she was unwell. She was a mage, perhaps she had gotten caught up in the thrall of a desire demon. It would make sense. Desire demons used a mage's physical desires against them and in turn, promised to grant their wishes if they would make a deal – one that usually ended with the demon taking possession of said mage.

Hawke paused briefly and glanced down at herself. Nope – she didn't appear to be an abomination.

"Admiring yourself Hawke?"

"What?" She squeaked in surprise. "AH – no. Um, I thought there was something on my robes."

"Uh huh." Varric didn't sound convinced.

"Are you quite alright, Hawke? You look a bit flushed. Perhaps you're dehydrated." Anders came up to her side and pressed his hand to her brow. She bit her lip.

"I'm fine," she groaned. "I mean it. Just thought I saw something. Can we go now?" She moved away from Anders and cleared her throat. Sebastian gazed at her curiously and it took all of her will power not to flush maroon any further. Maker's breath, did the man have to be so unbearably gorgeous? It had to be a sin to be that good looking, right?

Please stop looking at me. Please stop. Please...don't stop.

She turned away frantically as her cheeks heated. Damnable thoughts wouldn't even cooperate! "Let's get moving, it will be dark soon."

To the Void with her luck!

The sun had vanished behind the horizon far more quickly than she had anticipated and they were still a great distance from the city gates of Kirkwall. That left her with two choices; either set up camp with Varric, Anders, and...Sebastian, or brave the night and keep heading for the city. Blast it. She couldn't very well keep heading for Kirkwall in good conscious. The bandit problem was still an issue and she didn't want her companions risked to harm just because it would make her uncomfortable to spend a night out in the open like this with the object of her obsession.

"We're going to have to make camp," she sighed. "Sebastian – check the perimeter while Varric and Anders help me set up the site."

"Aye Hawke. Back in a moment," Sebastian replied. Maker...that voice. It made a shiver skate down her spine. She had to bite her lip when he turned and disappeared because she wasn't able to keep herself from picturing what a fine ass she was sure he possessed.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Anders came in close again and she swallowed. "You're biting your lip."

"Ah, I'm fine. Thinking." She shrugged and cautiously stepped back, not wanting him to think she was uncomfortable in his presence. It wasn't in her agenda to personal offend those in her group. She coughed, clearing her throat. "Let's set up shall we?"

Sebastian slowly came to in the middle of the night. A noise had roused him from his sleep and being trained the way that he had been, he was alert even in his sleep. What he didn't know was what the noise was or where it had come from. He kept hold of his bow as he carefully rose from the pallet that had been serving as his makeshift bed. The fire had nearly died out and the others were sound asleep – one, two, wait...where was the third? Mindful of his steps, he took stock of who and who was not present. Hawke was missing.

The sound came again and this time he was alert enough to make it out for what it was, a groan. Was Hawke in pain? Had someone crept into the camp and taken her? No, he would have heard that. Wouldn't he have?

He was careful of his steps as he moved away from the fire toward where he had been lying. The groan had come from nearby. He's chosen to lay next to the largest gathering of rocks, knowing the fire would heat him and the stones, providing him warmth from both sides. That large cropping of rocks, however, also proved a strategic spot for springing an ambush.

"Sebastian...mmm..." Hawke was pleading for his help, certainly.

He gripped his bow tightly, notched an arrow, and sprung around the rock as silently as he could. What he saw made the bow and arrow fall free from his hands to clatter against the dirt and rocks of the Wounded Coast. Hawke was so absorbed in what she was doing that she wasn't aware Sebastian had come upon her; for a brief, but wicked moment, he was grateful for that because it meant she wasn't going to stop. Not until she knew she was being watched.

He swallowed, his lips and throat suddenly dry. His eyes took in the sights while his brain could barely comprehend what exactly it was that he was watching. Hawke was leaning back against a smooth boulder, her robes haphazardly thrown wide open. Her breasts had been lifted above her breast band and pushed together by the material to make a wondrous display of pale, pink tipped, flesh. Her head was throat back, her neck long and elegant, and he had the strangest desire to bite down on the offered column.

"Oh Sebastian, don't stop, oh please," her throat worked around the words as she moaned and the sound of her voice, sultry and dripping with desire, made him as hard as ore in his breeches.

He had to wonder what it was that he was doing that had her begging him not to stop. If the display he was receiving was any indication, then he did have a pretty good inclination as to what it was. His ears heard the sound of her desire, the wetness of her flesh, as she withdrew her fingers from between her nether lips, only to thrust them back in. She was bare there, to his amazement, smooth and pale as the rest of her flesh.

The sight of her like this, spread out wantonly, fantasizing of him, was too much for him to bear. No man could resist such temptation, celibate or not. Maker help him, but after fighting his attraction to her since they met and finding her this way, he couldn't help himself – he had to have her. But should he warn her or surprise her?

He bit the inside of his cheek and stripped off his shirt after he realized he'd forgotten to put on his armor before leaving the camp. He should be mortified, but suddenly he was thankful – it meant less between his flesh and hers. The shirt fluttered to the ground easily enough and then he was pulling off his boots, dropping them haphazardly onto the ground.

The sound was enough to start Hawke out of her fantasy. She squeaked and blushed bright red, squeezing her hand between her luscious thighs. Her eyes were wide and frantic when they landed on his half naked body. She unwittingly licked her lips, sending a jolt of desire through his cock; she definitely liked what she saw.

"S-sebastian?" Her voice was still sultry, but held a note of bemusement.

He couldn't help but grin a bit; perhaps she still thought herself to be in her fantasy. He would have to show her he was so much more potent than a fantasy.

"I...uh...this isn't what it looks like," she floundered out helplessly.

"Is that so?" He came toward her, sinking to his knees to that he knelt just in front her of locked knees. He set his palms on them and slowly, despite her hesitance, parted them open. He groaned when he saw that she hadn't bothered to pull her fingers from her wet center. "It would appear that you are touching yourself while thinking of me. Is it not as it appears?"

If it were possible, her entire body seemed to flush pink with embarrassment. Though, peculiarly, she didn't try to close her knees or remove her hand. Her teeth worried her lower lip as she peered up at him from under long, dark lashes. Maker, she was beautiful. Seeing her in this wanton display for him made her that much more beautiful, irresistibly so. He tried to remind himself of his vows, his promises to the Chantry, but found that, in this exact moment, he didn't particularly care for them. This was Hawke, the woman he'd desired and dreamed of for years – and apparently, the feeling was mutual.

"Is it not as it appears, my beautiful lady Hawke?" He pressed his lips to her knee and kissed there. Her legs trembled. He pressed a kiss slightly higher up the length of her leg. Her breasts swayed with her sharp intake of breath and he found himself fascinated by the sight. He pressed another kiss on her skin, slightly higher, half way up her thigh. This time, she moaned. He followed this pattern until he was pressing his lips to the side of where her thigh met her groin, because then he caught the faintest movement of her fingers crooking in, so that her fingers touched that delicious spot deep inside her channel. This time he moaned. He lifted his head and licked his lips. "Well, lady Hawke?"

"I am far from a lady, my prince," she whispered hotly as her tongue swiped across her lower lip, "and it is as it appears. So is." That last little bit seemed as if she were speaking to herself, two words that were dragged through a long, wanton moan.

"Then, since it is as it appears, perhaps you shall indulge me?" He started the same kiss and tease process up the length of her opposite thigh. "What was I doing to you that you enjoyed so much that you were begging me not to stop?"

Her head fell back for a moment, her breathing ragged. When she lifted her head her golden eyes were flaming with unbridled desire. All trace of embarrassment and hesitance gone. "Your mouth," she gasped, "was here." She enunciated her words with a thrust of her fingers and a needy moan.

"I see," he chuckled. "Keep doing that," he added, voice stern and broking no protest.

Her body shuddered and he dipped his head between her legs, his tongue snaking out to flick against her clit. She moaned, loud. It made his cock throb. He rubbed his palm against the aching bulge as he, and she, continued to torture her core. It wasn't long before she flew apart, an orgasm rushing over her and making her cry out. He was quick to move and place his hand over her mouth, smothering her cry gently. He 'shushed' her and pointed back to the camp. She nodded shakily as she moaned beneath his palm.

"Now move your hand," he whispered against her ear, breathing upon the skin hotly, "and touch me."

She swallowed thickly and moved her hand from her core, swatting his hand away so that she could palm his erection. A soft gasp followed. "Am I dreaming?"

He ground his cock against her hand with a groan. "Does this feel like a dream?"

"I'm not sure," she breathed shakily.

"Then I suppose it falls to me to prove that it isn't." He pulled her hand away from his cock and pulled apart the laces so he could shove them down over his hips. His length sprang free and he leaned over her, wedging himself between her thighs. "Feel me Hawke," he whispered against her lips before he kissed her, hard. She met him tit for tat, tongue dueling masterly with his own. He used his hand to position himself against her entrance, the hot warmth of it making him gasp into her mouth.

"I want to feel you, Sebastian. Ah Maker, I've wanted to for so long," she moaned the words as she gripped his shoulders, arching her hips so she could rub herself against him. He nearly came undone. "Me too, Hawke, me too," he groaned just as he thrust himself deep within her. They both cried out, each slapping a hand over each others mouths so as not to alert the others, sleeping just over the ridge.

He enjoyed the tight feel of her channel around him. She was like a hot, velvet glove, one with a perfect fit. At least for him. His free hand found her breast, palm massaging her flesh as his fingers tweaked her nipple. It caused a rippling effect that had her tighten around his cock. They both moaned loudly into each others' palms.

"Move Sebastian," she gasped, biting his palm.

"As you wish."

He pulled his hips back only to slam them forward, burying his cock deep within her. Caress her breast. Move their hands so that he could kiss her senseless. A pattern he began to follow over and over again; thrust, caress, kiss. She loved it, her body moving beneath his like it was made for him alone. Groaning, he gripped her hips and rolled them so that she sat astride his hips. She didn't hesitate, nearly make his lose his mind as she began to roll and lift her hips on him. Her slick tunnel caressed him again and again, gripping, slicking, and he feared he would wake up and it would be nothing but a dream. Perhaps his fear of this being a dream was as real as hers.

"Don't stop," he gasped out and she smirked, not missing the irony of the statement.

"As you wish," she purred. Her nails bit into his chest and she rode him like a desire demon, a perfect temptress, a seductive siren.

"Ah, Maker, Hawke!" He cried out her name, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust a few, last frantic times before he spilled his seed deep within her feat. The feel of it branding her sent her over the edge and she followed him, biting into his shoulder to stifle her scream as she bathed his cock in the juices of her release.

They fell together in a heap of sweaty, weak limbs. Their breathing was ragged, weak, fast; the experience had been mind numbing.

"I'm not going to wake up again, am I?" Hawke mumbled the question against his neck, kissing at the flesh as she enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, even spent. He couldn't argue with that; he felt like he was home inside her.

"I sincerely hope not." He chuckled and kissed the top of her raven hair.

"What happens now, Sebastian?" She lifted her head and peered down at him with an uncertain expression. Now that they had sated their mutual desire, she was unsure of what came next – could they still work together? Would anything come of this? What did it mean? Would he regret it?

"Shh, be still my Hawke." He brought her head down and kissed her lips softly. "This has only shown me that I cannot fight what I have felt all along."

"And what's that?" Now she looked hopeful and he found that look beautiful on her features, in her eyes.

"I love you, Hawke."

Her eyes watered and then she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him so hard that he thought he might choke. He wrapped his arms around her and they nestled in the embrace for a good while. Finally she lifted her head and whispered, "I love you too but...what about the others?"

"Let them see."

"Are you certain?"

"Very. Now, come here – I'm not done with you yet." And just like that, they were finished talking.

They had much more interesting things to indulge in.