Fenris could remember well the humiliation he suffered at his master's hand. Of course, it was never Danarius's actual hands, he paid other men to do the dirty work so Fenris would beg Danarius to save him. Now he had a willing slave of his very own.

Hawke laid sprawled across his bed, her body naked and hidden beneath his sheets. It had been 3 years since they shared a bed together. Their first time together played in his mind constantly; loving and soft. This was not the same. He waited so long for her and tonight he would make sure she could never wait that long for him again.

She had come into his house willingly, stripped for him at his command, and patiently waited for him while he removed his armor. He liked the power she gave to him, a power that was never his before. He intended to use that power up in one night.

His lithe body crawled onto the bed as he grabbed up the sheets in his teeth. He hadn't planned on company that night so the sheets would have to do as makeshift restraints. In one swift motion he quickly wrapped the thin linens around Hawke's wrists and pulled her up to her knees. Securing her tightly bound wrists to the top his bedposts he cupped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He searched for any sign that she was uncomfortable, but her heavy breaths and flushing cheeks betrayed her. The remaining white sheets fell away revealing her soft breasts and perked nipples. Fenris couldn't help but stare, here was his lover's full body exposed to him in the candlelight of his large room. She was letting him do whatever perverse idea crossed his mind, and he was ready to take advantage of her willingness.

Flashbacks hit the elf hard. He remembered his time being chained to a wall. Strangers pushing their erections hard into muscled stomach. He remembered clearly looking over to Danarius in fear of what was coming and only being able to utter one word before they thrust into him. "Please."

A sharp gasp from Hawke shocked Fenris from his memories. His fingers were buried into her skin, he wasn't aware he gripped her sides so violently. He meant to apologize but when he looked up into her face there was only understanding staring back at him. She felt the pain but wasn't asking him to stop, in fact, she was almost panting.

Fenris couldn't hold back much longer, he had to be inside her in any manner possible. He grabbed her long dark hair in his fist and pulled her face into his and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He drank her in, her taste, her smell, it was intoxicating. Without breaking their connection, he used his long legs to kick her own legs apart. She was on her knees straddling his thigh and he rubbed himself between her legs intensely aware of how wet she had become in their small time together.

When he finally pulled away, Hawke was almost riding his leg, desperate to feel more of the elf against her body. He wanted to tease her, wanted to make her moan and bring her to completion before he ever started making love to her. He wouldn't be able to wait though. She shyly looked up at him and whispered one "please". His cock twitched with excitement. She was begging him, the way he had begged, but not for the pain to stop but for the pleasure to start. He would grant her wish, if only because he could hold himself back no longer.

Fenris wrapped her slender legs around his waist and lowered her slowly onto his erection. She gasped as he entered her and buried her face in his neck moaning low and long. She was tight and warm, tighter than he remembered, he felt he could barely fit inside her. She grinded against him but he held her still, not wanting to finish too quickly.

The elf took his time with his charge, pulling her body into his and pushing as far into her as he could manage before lifting her up and away again. Hawke allowed him to control the speed of their night, allowed him to hurt her, allowed her to take whatever he needed from her. She gave herself over to his desires completely and the trust was not something that escaped Fenris's notice. He could ruin her, and she would gladly be her entire being to him.

He found her lips again, first kissing gently then as he thrusted into her harder, he began to bite and suck at her lips. Passion took control of the elf. He growled away the memories of hooded men trusting themselves into his body and poured himself into the woman who was giving herself to him. He nails dug into her back and he dragged them down the length of spine leaving angry red marks. Hawke threw her head back and screamed his name. He bit into her neck and bucked wildly into her. He could barely stay between her legs she was so wet with pleasure.

One quick flick of wrist and the sheets holding the woman to the bedpost untied and she fell against her lover. Grabbing her as she fell, he flipped her over onto her back and repositioned himself over her.

They panted together trying to regain their breath and once again Fenris remembered laying on his own back. Danarius told him to beg for his body as he was sure to be gentler on the elf then these hired men. Fenris refused to submit to his will and paid for his pride with his body. The hooded men held him down on the floor and pinched his nose until he was forced to open his mouth for air. They forced their erections into his mouth and his ass at the same time. The feelings were overwhelming. There was so much happening to his own body he didn't even have time to feel disgusted. One the men grabbed the elf's shaft and began to stroke him until he was hard as well. He didn't want to get an erection from these men but there was so much happening he couldn't focus long enough to fight it off. He was choking on the man sitting on his face. Another man was using Fenris's hand to jerk him off and the third man was shoving himself deep into his ass while working his hand masterfully to keep Fenris hard. 'Don't cum' he said to himself over again.

Hawke squirmed under the muscular elf her patience used up, but her hands still bound above her head. Fenris seemed so far away in that moment but when he came back to her there was fire in his green eyes. She was scared of him then, but her lust wouldn't be denied. The figure hovering above her was too beautiful to fight, long limbs and tight muscles accentuated by intricate lines on blue lyrium hugging every twist and curve. Whatever he had to work through from his past, she would let him use her body to do so. He could use her up until there was nothing left, and she would go into oblivion with no regrets. His eyes left no room for hope, he would eat her alive and she was ready to be devoured.

He towered over her, full erection glistening with her juices. He didn't need to use force to find his way into her mouth, as she leaned forward as far she could and ran her tongue up his shaft. "Hawke" he said before stuffing himself fully into her waiting mouth. He thrust over and over feeling the back of her throat constrict around him. She coughed and choked, unready for such a large package to fill her virgin mouth. The sound of choking was more than Fenris could take. He jerked in surprise as released into her mouth. His cock twitched with each batch of seed her poured into her, but the erection wouldn't die down.

Once again, he was pulled back into his past. He felt warm, there was cum in his mouth, cum running down his arm, and cum dripping out of ass down his cheeks and onto the floor. The sickest part was the pool of cum on his stomach, his own release. The men left him on the floor covered in shame. He never gave Danarius the satisfaction of begging for his old, wrinkled body and so he wasn't lost to his torture and embarrassment, he would survive this horrid night. He would survive to find his own lovers who he would give himself over to willingly and without force.

He looked under his body and saw his lover. She didn't push him away or struggle against her bonds, she readily drank his seed and looked up at him with nothing but love in her eyes. Gods he loved this woman. He was in control, but not by force but by consent. He was ready to make love the beautiful woman in his bed. He undid her bindings and slid his body against hers, gently brushing his lips against her.

"Thank you" he mumbled. Hawke felt his voice more than she heard it. While she didn't know exactly what she was being thanked for she understood at least that whatever demons were plaguing his soul were gone. A smile crossed his face, one of the few that ever found its way onto his delicate features. He ran his along her thighs and up into her inner folds. She seemed just as wet and ready for him as before and so he wasted no time pulling her close and sliding his erection into her. Her back arched against his chest as he pushed inside his.

Spooning her body it was easy for Fenris to reach around her small body to cup her breasts. He swore he could hear her purr with delight and so he gently massaged her causing her to back up into him. He whispered words of love into her ears over and over until he could feel her tightening around his cock. She moaned and panted while grasping and pulling the blankets and sheets to her. She was coming to climax and Fenris had no reason to hold back his own pleasure, he filled her with his seed, hoping more than a little to plant a child in the woman he loved.

Fenris gripped tightly onto Hawke. She was his and he was hers. Slaves to each other. He would never let her go again and she would never let him.