Author's note: hello, and welcome to the porn.
This is the last installment of this particular story. I'd like to do more genfic with these three sometime. It might be awhile though.
Hope you enjoyed!
He set aside his weapon. One at a time he removed his metal gauntlets, rubbing at his wrists and contemplating the sight before him like a delicious banquet that he could still not believe he was permitted to attend. Then, he removed the metal chestplate, leaving him dressed entirely in black, with a thin shirt and trousers. For the moment, he would not undress himself further.
With her eyes, Isabela arranged him exactly where she wanted him - at the end of the bed, where Isabela's head lay and where Hawke's backside waited. At her direction, and from his natural sense of reserve, he did not announce his presence.
Hawke did not seem to notice the shift in weight on the bed, but she certainly noticed the extra hand on her back. It was larger and heavier than usual... that wasn't Isabela's hand.
She stopped everything she was doing for her partner and looked over her shoulder, eyes widening. There he was. Fenris. Exactly as in her fantasies. (Well, with more clothes.)
"Is it all right?" he asked, his hand steady at her back.
A huge, sunny smile stole across her face. "Much more than all right," she answered.
She started to rise up, but he stopped her. "Don't move," he requested quietly.
The dulcimer of his voice, which Marian had always enjoyed, now sent an anticipatory thrill up her spine. This was really going to happen. Adrenaline pounded through her at the thought. She remained crouched over Isabela, looking down her long tawny legs as Fenris touched her.
Now there were two unfamiliar hands, both caressing up and down her back with light pressure, leisurely, as though memorizing her body for future reference. He reached up to trace her shoulder blades, and dragged his thumbs lightly down her spine. Slowly he smoothed them down over her waist and around her hips, finally starting to squeeze.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured.
With both hands gripping the supple flesh of her backside, Fenris leaned over and tasted her skin, kissing down her back. She sighed at the touch of his lips.
Gradually his kisses grew bolder, and he gripped her tighter. His hands traveled up her back and dragged fingernails back down, light at first, then harder. His teeth found a place in the small of Hawke's back that made her squeal. He did it again and again. Just touching her was such a pleasure, and hearing her respond to his touch thrilled him every time.
Isabela encouraged Fenris on with her hands, sliding up his legs promisingly. "You learn fast," she observed at Hawke's delighted squeals.
The elf arranged himself between Hawke's legs, and, grasping her hips, slowly brought her up to her hands and knees. Which forced her to abandon Isabela for now.
Bela's long fingernails trailed up and down Hawke's thighs, which were faintly quivering. She soothed away the younger woman's nerves with an ease that was almost magical. The pirate's touch never failed to fill Marian with confidence and serenity. It was the only time she felt truly beautiful. This gift was one the Rivanni had with nearly everyone, this blessing of assurance, the ability to make people more themselves.
"Don't worry, kitten," she heard Isabela say beneath her. "You have first dibs on him, remember? And I like this vantage point. I'm going to watch him take you."
Fenris' hands left her for now, reluctantly, to attend to his trousers. If he had not already been hard, the sight of Marian on all fours before him would have done the trick immediately. As it was, with unlimited access to Hawke's fantastic heart-shaped arse, which he had envisioned naked before him so many times, his excitement was right on the edge of hysteria. His fingers trembled at his laces.
Isabela stepped in, somehow managing from below both of them to reach up and unlace the knots, upside-down, with her talented fingers. His hands settled gratefully over hers as she did her work.
And this is why I don't wear pants, the pirate smiled to herself. I wonder if we can get Fenris into one of Sebastian's kilts? So much more convenient. Mmm, I bet his legs look amazing. Let's have a look.
Fenris plainly intended only to open his trousers, but she had other ideas.
"Off," the pirate demanded, tugging down on them.
"Bela," Hawke cautioned her when Fenris went quiet. She didn't want anything to ruin this night.
"I suppose it's only fair," he mumbled. He stood up and quickly yanked down his trousers, along with his smallclothes.
Isabela got only a glimpse of him before he was already repositioning on the bed. She saw truly magnificent muscular thighs moving into readiness only inches from her head, and shivered with delight. She traced them lightly with the tips of her fingers, fascinated; they were as hard and as firm as armor, with only a few lyrium lines spidering down.
Hawke stared down at Isabela's familiar form, waiting for him to be ready. Now, there, she could feel the tip of him pressing to her entrance. He felt large. She could remember from when Isabela was pleasuring him the thickness of his cock going in and out of her mouth- at this her jaw fell open slightly and she let out a soft oh. Her body was humming with readiness for him.
But first, a careful finger, exploring attentively. He touched inside her with less confidence than Isabela (who was remarkable with her hands). She tried to back against it with a low whine, demanding more, but he held her fast with his other hand. The strength of his hand gripping her waist made her breathe even faster.
"More," she urged him.
dear Maker, Fenris thought wildly, feeling inside her. so wet. so soft and so wet. I have to.. I need...
It was so urgent and so overwhelming that he could wait no longer. Rapidly he withdrew and positioned once again. He needed only a little pressure to slide inside her, a short push and the flared tip of him was through, making them both gasp.
From below, Isabela felt Hawke tense all through her body, pulled tight like a bowstring about to snap.
Fenris could feel it too, where his hands gripped her. He held himself perfectly still, clenching his jaw, resisting every instinct that was screaming at him to plunge, until she began to relax.
Slowly, very slowly he pushed further, and she could feel more and more of him, until it seemed that this was the only thing in the world, his cock inside her. It was so thick and strong. His hands holding her were the only other thing she could feel.
Fenris stopped and held still again, all the way in now, drawing deep breaths. She was so sweet inside, and so warm. Everything else was falling away, all of his fears and torments. Later, after tonight, he would remember vividly how he had once learned this self-control. But now there was only bliss.
Isabela's crafty hands were snaking between both of their legs, reaching up to unexpectedly grasp his balls and stroke the sensitive skin behind them.
The unexpected source of pleasure drew a groan from the elf, and a temporary loss of control. Helplessly he thrust all the way in and out, twice, before regaining command of himself.
Hawke cried out in mindless ecstasy at his thrusts, each one setting every nerve ablaze. When he withdrew, she moaned her disappointment. "Yes yes do that again," she begged him, her hands clenching at the bed.
"I just... need a moment to... collect myself..." he told her.
Isabela chuckled to herself.
"Don't help," he scolded her, but not seriously. "Or you won't get your turn."
Grabbing Hawke again around her waist, he plunged fully inside and held in place, relishing her response. In between her gasps and cries, she pleaded for more. He pulled out very slowly, resolute in his restraint, before plunging back in.
Her cries escalated with every plunge, and her pleading was reduced to the words "yes" and "more". Her shameless begging drove his pace to quicken, and he began pounding into her mercilessly. He could feel it surging up within him, the fire that did not burn, building up so strongly it was unnerving. He felt he could crack in two, under the immense pressure.
Isabela judged the right moment to intervene. She could not lift her head without interfering with his thrusts, but her hands were free, and she knew exactly where to touch her Hawke.
With a few deft caresses of the sensitive skin between Marian's legs, she could feel her lover snap to new attention. When she established a rhythm, stroking her nub, the combination of her fingers and the elf's powerful thrusts brought Marian over the edge and screaming her pleasure.
Inside she blazed suddenly, and throbbed all around his cock. Fenris whimpered as he only just resisted joining her, enduring the exquisite torture as long as he could before pulling out and watching Marian collapse onto the bed.
Isabela sat up and leaned over her, stroking her hair. "How was it, kitten? Good?"
Fenris couldn't hear her reply, but he saw a very large smile and imagined that he had done well. He laid himself down to rest a moment, listening to their contented murmurings.
He didn't get long to relax.
Isabela was mounting him now, straddling his hips and taking his hands. She introduced them to her body, guided them over her thighs, around her waist, and up to her breasts. With reverence he caressed her body, pressed against it, and cherished the gift he was being given.
From above she felt him up and down, how solid he was, how every part of him was toned and firm. Even his stomach was muscular. The lyrium, when not alit, only accentuated his musculature. But she could feel it there in his skin, slightly raised, like scars.
She pushed his shirt up to see more of him, sliding her hands up and under it to stroke the muscles of his chest, and he finally pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
The tattoos on his chest were extensive, a lattice of thready white lines converging just over his heart. He glared at her sternly for a moment, as though daring her to make fun, or be repulsed.
Instead of examining them further Isabela laid down upon him fully, pressing the full length of herself against him as she drew in for a kiss.
There was the immediate benefit of going shirtless - to feel her all against him with nothing to get in the way. It was an incredible sensation.
She tasted the alcohol on his mouth immediately, could even tell that Corff had given him the cheap stuff. She would have to have a word with the bartender about that.
The rest of her thoughts slipped away as the kiss deepened and his arms clasped around her back. Normally she liked to get straight to the main event, but it was so remarkably pleasant just to lie here and kiss him that she wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of the night.
Hawke slid down and laid next to them as they kissed. It was strange, seeing Isabela kissing someone else. But she didn't mind as long as it was Fenris. Seeing the two of them together produced a warm glow in her chest. They were so beautiful. And it was good to see them enjoy each other.
Isabela was at least a few inches taller than Fenris, and heavier as well, but he could still lift her easily and had no trouble rolling her over without breaking their kiss. It put a little thrill in the pirate's belly to be manhandled. Oh, this is promising. I'll just have to convince you I'm not breakable. Then we can have some real fun.
With a flash of the salty smile she found so attractive, Fenris pulled away from their kiss and slid down to explore. He kissed all along her neck, across her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire all down her chest. He reached her breasts and brought his lips to the soft skin between them, cupping each breast carefully. He looked a little awestruck at the sight of them, to finally be touching her like this.
She made a pleased sort of growl at him that was meant to encourage. "Feel free to squeeze," she purred. "I like a little pressure."
His hands were a lot more used to striking and tearing than caressing, but he did his best. Reminding himself he was no longer wearing claws, he stroked the outer curve of each breast, feeling their shape, teasing the smooth skin. Periodically he would squeeze her lightly and press her breasts together, planting kisses all around them. Her impatient murmurs only made him go slower, smirking.
Hawke giggled beside them. "Revenge is sweet, isn't it?"
"Shush," Isabela smiled at her.
Hawke lazily reached over to caress her bare arm up and down. "She's waiting for you to use your mouth," she informed the elf. "She goes crazy for that."
"I had guessed," he said. He had been eyeing her dark nipples hungrily all along. He finally brought his lips to one, brushing lightly, and felt her squirm. Cupping a breast with both hands gently, he drew one perfect nipple into his mouth and lathed it with his tongue. She made an urgent, throaty moan at that, writhing against him.
Such a sound could surely bring the city to its knees before her; he wanted nothing more than to hear it again. He descended again, grasping and suckling at her breast, and answered her next moan with a similar sound deep in his chest.
Then Hawke was there, her hand on his shoulder and her eyebrow raised. May I? With his answering smile, she set upon the Rivaini's other breast, running her tongue in expert circles around the nipple.
Under the combined attentions of a lover at each breast, Isabela groaned a surrender. His hot mouth and her strong tongue, differently wonderful sensations, pushed her over the edge. Her body twisted under them, her hands reaching up to caress them both until the pleasure took her away and she cried out loudly, convulsing, her pelvis bucking untouched against the bed.
Hawke and Fenris exchanged a pleased look, a little proud of themselves for surprising the more experienced Isabela. Hawke gave him a quick, celebratory kiss and retreated, grinning.
"I don't think you're done yet, if I know my Bela."
Fenris bent down to kiss Isabela, still pinned beneath him. She drew him in fiercely, holding his head to hers and teasing him promisingly with her tongue. Her hips rolled against him insistently.
He parted from her for just a few seconds to ask "do you want to...?"
She laughed and kissed him harder, and that was answer enough. He reached between them to prepare himself, and she pushed at him insistently.
"On your back," she said.
He obliged her, and she mounted him again. Her breasts glimmered slightly, covered with the sweat and saliva of their attentions, hovering just out of his reach. Watching her climbing atop him with a fierce expression, he came fully erect once again, eager to be inside her.
Isabela grasped him with one hand and touched herself with the other, her strong brown thighs holding her above his hips. Her fingers plunged into her own cunt and came out slick, rubbing her juices onto him, making him groan with need. Then she lowered herself onto his cock.
She rocked with him in her, a dreamy smile upon her face.
It should have been easier for him, with her doing all the work, but he had to fight himself constantly not to finish. With the magnificent sight of her beautiful, undulating body driving him nearly to madness, he had to close his eyes to hold out beneath her. With the thrilling rolls of her hips, her breasts swaying over him, and her head thrown back in pleasure, she looked like a goddess.
Unable to resist, Hawke started touching her too, cupping her breasts and kissing her neck. Clearly they were trying to break him. He drove his nails into the palms of his hands, the pain a focus to keep his orgasm at bay.
Isabela's smooth rhythm finally faltered, stuttering and stiffening into a final pose. Her mouth dropped open soundlessly, full of words she could never say. Her back arched into Hawke, who pinched relentlessly at her nipples to drive her even higher. Sensing his cue, Fenris thrust wildly up into her and drew an anguished cry as the pirate came a second time, shuddering all around him.
Then Hawke was dragging her off and cuddling her next to him, whispering loving words of her own into her ear. Not possessive, just affectionate and giddy.
The night had proved even more thrilling than Hawke had expected. Watching Isabela riding Fenris was a spectacular sight, one she hoped to see a lot of, she decided.
Her tenderness extended to both of them in a way she had not anticipated. She had a feeling she would not mind sharing Isabela with Fenris, and her own pleasure with the elf had been considerable. But her affection for him had grown as well, revealing deeper feelings than she had realized. He was dear to her. She wanted to give him more. She wanted him to stay. She wanted to have both of them, all three together, complete in a new way.
Fenris was too distracted to notice Hawke studying him thoughtfully. His restraint had stretched about as far as it would go, and now the need was too great. His erection was getting painful now, and he could think of nothing else. He wondered if he should excuse himself while the girls rested.
But Marian was grabbing at his hands insistently, guiding them back to her. "Your turn now," she said. "I want you to finish inside me. If Bela's all right with that..."
Isabela looked drowsily over at them. "Ooh - try it on your back this time. I bet it would bring you over again too."
He just stared back at them, startled. They would allow him...?
He didn't have time to consider it; Marian was settling on her back and gently pulling him to her, hooking her legs around his waist. The tenderness in her expression banished every other thought from his head. He forgot all at once to ask her if she was sure. Did she really want his seed inside her? No one had wanted this before.
Oh, Maker. He was kissing her, and she was pressing against him, still slick between her legs. Her lithe little body writhed beneath him and he was entering her and she was calling his name, clinging to him.
It had been intensely pleasurable before, but he had been staving off the pleasure in order to maintain control and serve them as long as possible. But this time, as he sank into her, it was for him. It was immediately overwhelming. Not just the sensation, her softness and heat and unbelievable sweetness, but the powerful surge of his own response.
He plunged into her again and again, faster and faster, and he started babbling breathlessly. Words in Tevinter, pleading and swears and endearments and finally just her name, over and over.
Marian. Oh, Marian.
He had never been permitted to -
His orgasm overtook him then. Blinding, all-consuming, mindless pleasure. A wordless shout involuntarily burst out as he emptied into her. It seemed to go on forever; her small touches at the back of his neck only drove him on until it seemed there should be nothing left.
He lost himself. He wasn't a man or a slave or a fugitive or an elf even. He was nobody. He was just sensation and feeling.
His world tipped over, and for a moment he knew nothing.
It took some time for his mind to put itself back together, and find him collapsed in Marian's arms. She was lazily stroking the back of his head, smiling warmly. He was still inside her, his seed drying on her thighs.
It was so jarring for him, falling apart and coming back together like this. Losing himself was the thing he most feared. A fragile peace between his mind and body had broken.
"Fenris," he heard her say fondly, sounding far away. "Dear Fenris. Our knight."
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, the color of untroubled waters. Was that who he was, after all? Their knight-errant?
He pulled away from her, rolling onto his back. His body seemed to have turned to jelly; he could not think of moving again right now. It was good to lie still. Good.
Isabela was out of bed, moving around nearby. "I have a blanket somewhere," she said.
Marian actually cuddled up to him, the way she had in the library, wrapping herself around his body. She drew her face close to his, and whispered, "was I all right?"
He could only blink back at her. The question was incomprehensible.
Her smile was shy now, a little sheepish. "I've never had a man before. I should have told you before, but I didn't want you to worry... I hope it was good for you..?"
And now he was just a man, wanting to reassure his lover. Fenris touched her face lightly, and told her sincerely: "You were wonderful."
And then Isabela was there too, on his other arm and drawing a blanket over them all. Isabela kissed his cheek and draped herself across him, caressing Hawke's arm. The women's eyes met, and confirmed their mutual satisfaction. It had been everything they wanted, and more.
Fenris quickly grew drowsy. His disquiet did not disappear, but it faded somewhat. Having an incredible woman on each arm was a successful distraction, and it had been so long since he had taken his pleasure that sleep was already overtaking him.
Later he would dwell on everything that was wrong with this picture, but at that moment he could not help thinking the Maker had for once been kind to him. In the face of that, he could hardly complain.
Hawke grew sleepy as well. She looked lovingly at her pirate and her knight. She fantasized, now, that she would be able to keep them both like this. She must be always cautious with them, because they were each in their own way so wary and at any moment could evaporate into the air like vapor. But she would try. She would take whatever they gave her and be so glad for it.
Before long two of the three were asleep.
Isabela watched the two of them sleeping in her bed, Hawke deeply and sweetly, secure at last with someone who would not leave her to sleep alone, and Fenris with all the lines of worry and care gone from his face. She smiled.
She knew, as she had known all along, that they would be happy together.
Then she got out of bed, quietly got dressed, and went back to the bar for a drink, leaving Hawke and Fenris entwined in each other's arms.
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