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Skyhold love and lust	By : Redfields Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 29542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Josephine was showing Hawke around Skyhold when a moan caught their ear. Walking past a room with an open door, they glanced in. Hawke raised her eyebrows, but Josephine quickly looked the other way.
“I’m terribly sorry about that” she said, walking away. “Sera and Vivienne should know better than to leave the door open.”
“Well, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Some of the people in Hightown are positively … bawdy. And exhibitionist. And I’d be lying if I haven’t thought about it before” Hawke responded with a wink, then continued on her way.
“Or done it before” Josephine added under her breath.
“Pardon me? I didn’t catch that last thing.” Hawke turned to innocently question Lady Montillier.
Josephine stumbled over her next words. “Well, there’s this book. Um, like what Varric wrote about you. I mean, the things you do in Varric’s are amazing, and I don’t believe half of them, but … er, someone wrote a version of it that was much shorter and … well, far dirtier than the Champion of Kirkwall. I mean, the things you do in that book. Er, I mean, the things this clearly fictitious Hawke does …” she trailed off and looked at her toes. Had her skin been lighter, she would have been blushing fiercely.
Hawke just laughed. “I think I’d like to read this version, if you have it around” she said with a grin.
“Well, Cassandra wouldn’t have it. She’s more into romances. Don’t tell anyone I told you, though. She likes to keep up the stern lady look. Er, I doubt I’d find it in the Skyhold library. Something that smutty shouldn’t be seen by any of our noble guests. I’ll ask Leliana if she knows where my copy is.” Suddenly, a look of horror crossed Josephine’s face. “Er, the Inquisition’s copy, that is.”
Again, Hawke just laughed and gestured for her to lead the way to the spymaster.
- - - - -
Meanwhile, back in the room, Sera was face up and naked on her bed. Vivienne was also unclothed, kneeling on her face, her quim being licked by the elf. The moan had been hers. She cooled her hands with her magic, and faint wisps rose from her fingers as she played with her dark nipples. She moaned again as Sera tongued deeper into her. Her breathing got louder and quicker, her fingers twisting and pulling her nipples in pleasure. The blonde’s tongue went faster and faster, and she held herself back as long as she could, before the pleasure pushed her over the edge. Gasping and spasming on top of the elf, Vivienne let her orgasm sweep her away. Sera kept licking her, pushing the wave longer and longer. Her nipples were nearly frozen, contrasting with the sweat dripping down her dark skin.
Finally, with one last shake, she collapsed, falling sideways off the elf.
“Heara, that seemed like a good one, all your juice on my face” the blonde said. Vivienne couldn’t reply, just spent some time catching her breath. “Well, I’ll let you wait a bit, but you know what I want.” With that, the elf rolled over and got on all fours, turning around to wiggle her lithe ass near the dark woman’s face.
“My dear, you might want to start without me. But have no fear, I’ll be with you shortly.” Slightly disappointed, Sera put her head down on the bed to free up her hands. One went right to her puss, the other to her clit, and she began rubbing both. A contented sigh emerged.
After a few minutes, Vivienne reach over to her drawer and pulled out a most fascinating device. It look to be a pair of very risqué underwear, leaving little to the imagination, only it was made of very sturdy leather, with a soft silk inside, so as to not chafe the wearer. Attached to the leather was a phallus, made of polished clay, perhaps 7 inches in length, and 1 in diameter. The whole ensemble could only be found in the most discrete shops in Orlais (the ones that were strangely in good straits despite not appearing to sell anything. Well, anything to commoners. Nobles frequented those shops, not that any ever admitted to it). Sometimes called a Wearable Cock (or Wearable), it was made so a woman could have sex as a man does. This one, specifically made to Vivienne’s order, would also give her a measure of pleasure, as there was a small cock on the inside of the underwear, as well as some ridging to satisfy her clit.
After pulling on the Wearable, she also took out a jar of lubricating ointment. It had been designed in the apothecary by Vivienne herself after she discovered Sera’s sexual habits. She covered the Wearable in the ointment, and then wiggled it a bit, simply to bring herself some pleasure.
“So, all this talk of saving the little people, protecting the little people. And there’s nothing you like better than getting stuffed in the coal mine by a Noble” Vivienne leered at the elf ass in front of her.
“Just, hurry and put it in. I’m anxious and all.”
“Alright, dear.” And with that, Vivienne smoothly slid the tip of her cock into Sera’s ass.
“Ooh, that’s the right, that is. Keep going, oh dirtiest of nobles.”
Vivienne wasn’t much into talk like that, but she very much enjoyed pleasuring Sera this way. She slid the rest of the cock into the blonde in a slow motion. Both of them grunted a bit as the Wearable bottomed out, the long cock deep in Sera’s ass and the short cock inside the mage. Sera resumed rubbing her clit and slit, and Vivienne let the Wearable rub her clit for her. She nearly pulled out, then pushed back in, a little faster.
“That’s it, you dirty noble, you can pound my coal mine, you can mine … my … crevice. I’m … argh … slag … dirty … wanton … ungh” Sera’s words descended to gibberish to grunts as Vivienne built up a rhythm.
The sounds of their thighs slapping together added to Sera’s grunts and filled the room, then spilled out the open door. Cassandra walked past and glanced in, meeting Vivienne’s vixen gaze. The mage gave the seeker a sultry smile while Sera remained oblivious, her face down amongst the sheets as she rubbed her nethers frantically.
Cassandra rolled her eyes, reached into the room and pulled the door shut. The door slamming made Sera pause in her self-ministrations. “What was uhn, that noise, uhn?” she managed to get out as Vivienne slammed into her twice more.
“Nothing, my pet; ah. We just had an audience.” The pleasure was causing even her to gasp. Normally she could keep better control than that. Maybe the fact she had been ploughing Sera’s ass while someone watched was making this time even sweeter.
Sera went back to rubbing herself faster and faster. Her grunts became more laborious. Vivienne couldn’t go much faster, but she could go harder. She was sure the noises they were making could be heard halfway across Skyhold, such was the force she was using on the elf. For the second time that session, she could feel a burning pleasure ready to rip through her.
But before it could, it ripped through Sera first. The elf screamed in pleasure and squirted liquid from her quim, collapsing onto the bed as her legs were unable to support the massive orgasm the mage had given her. Her hands jerked against her clit as if by instinct, while her mind was soaring in the sky, exploding like stars. Her twitching body was ridden into the bed by Vivienne, who was now frantically pummelling the blonde’s tight hole, desperately trying to bring about her own orgasm.
Just as Sera was about to recover, Vivienne’s orgasm tore through her, and she collapsed on top of her partner. “Oof” was all the elf could say, but she could tell the way Viv had spasms on top of her that this was a good one for both of them. The mage’s pelvis inadvertently thrust deeper into Sera, prolonging both of their pleasures. Sera shrieked again, and even Vivienne groaned in pleasure. Both of them lay there convulsing for nearly a minute, until finally they had calmed down.
Gradually they came to their senses, and Vivienne rolled off Sera so the elf could finally get a deep breath. The clay cock popped as it exited her ‘coal mine’. Sera rolled onto her back and inhaled deeply, her firm breasts pushing out. Exhale, inhale. Exhale, inhale. Vivienne turned her head, admiring the small breasts and cute areolas as they rose and fell for a few quiet minutes. Cooling her hands again, she reached out to play with Sera’s nipples.
“Ooh, ready to go again so soon, yeah?” The elf gasped aloud.
“Not really, but I am admiring the view.” With that, the mage rolled onto her side, and took one of the elf’s nipples in her mouth, while playing with the other with an iced hand. Things were going to be fun again.
- - - - -
Hawke followed Josephine up to the aerie, on the third floor of the rotunda, where Leliana and the other spies did their reports. They found the spymaster hard at work, pouring over reports so much she was sweating.
“Hello, Lel” Josephine said as she interrupted the redhead’s concentration.
“Hello, Josie.” She smiled and nodded at her second guest. “It’s nice to see you, Hawke. How have you been?”
“I’ve been doing well. Josephine was just showing me around the fortress.”
“Well, it’s quite impressive. Josie can also be quite the tour guide. She knows all sorts of things we could never remember. We’re lucky to have her.”
“Oh, thanks, Lel. I’m sure you know more than enough to keep us afloat as well. There’s just one matter I’m hoping you can help me with.”
“Of course.”
Josephine walked to the spymaster’s desk and leaned over it. Leliana did the same. The diplomat whispered her question into the spymaster’s ear. The redhead giggled, then whispered back into the brunette’s ear.
Josephine’s eyes snapped fully open, a look of absolute horror on her face. “You …” She couldn’t finish her sputtering sentence. Instead, she lifted the hem of her dress as much as modesty allowed and sprinted down the stairs. Hawke, alarmed, ran after her.
- - - -
As Hawke left her office, Leliana leaned back in her chair and placed one hand on the head in her lap. “Keep going. That wasn’t much of an interruption and I’m almost there.”
Morrigan was hidden under the desk. She had been quietly licking the bottomless redhead during the entire conversation. She kept at the spy’s womanhood, working her tongue deep inside, enjoying the taste of one of her oldest friends. The redhead was so controlled, it was sometimes tough to tell when she was close, or when she came. This time, the only signals were her instructions, and the hand on her head, pressing her into the deliciousness that the witch had missed for far too long. Her tongue had been exploring the deepest crevices of the spy’s inner sanctum, but now she plied herself to speed. Her licking increased, bottom to top, wedging her tongue as far as she could into the spy.
“Hmmmmmm …” Leliana sighed in pleasure. The witch was so good, her composure might slip. That was alright, no one else was in the Aerie. She let go a little more, gently thrusting her loins into Morrigan’s face and rubbing her breasts through her top. The witch’s pace increased again, and Leliana could feel her juices start flowing out of her. It wouldn’t be long now. Her hand pressed against Morrigan’s head more insistently now, and she ground against her friend’s face with more force.
Morrigan kept her head still, merely leaving her tongue out as far as she could, and let the redhead ride her as hard as she could. A steadily rising groan sounded above her, turning into a shout as the spy’s puss clamped onto her tongue. Her face was flooded with woman’s cum. She deeply inhaled the wonderful fragrance as her friend orgasmed around her, tongue still firmly held in puss.
Leliana held onto her friend’s head like a buoy in an ocean as the pleasure raged through her body. It shook her, rocked her, curled her around her friend. Her muscles seized, and she knew she was leaking juices into her friend’s face and mouth. Gradually, the storm passed and she calmed down, leaning back in her chair. The brunette kissed her thighs and stroked her legs until she finally pushed her chair pack, letting Morrigan escape the cramped space.
“Now, ‘tis my turn, I should think.”
Leliana kissed her lightly on the lips and replied. “Oh, you should think right.”
“But not here. I would like some fresh air.” With that, Morrigan sashayed to the door. There, she paused to remove her torn robes and skirt, and her undergarments, before opening the door and stepping into the sunlight.
Leliana doffed the rest of her clothes and opened a drawer, pulled out a file, and removed the obsidian cock hiding underneath it. 7 inches long and 1 wide, polished to a gleaming black. Then she followed the witch out the door.
Morrigan stood just outside the aerie, on the parapets. It had a good view of the middle and southern courtyards. If the guards in the tower were so inclined, they could probably see one of their bosses and her friend completely naked and about to make love, but the patrols generally faced outwards, searching for external threats.
Leliana came up behind the witch and wrapped her arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. Morrigan smiled, then leaned forward to rest her hands on the stone railing, breaking the embrace. The redhead sank down behind her to a level even with the brunette’s loins. She put her hand on her friend’s back, so Morrigan’s rear pushed out even more, then licked all the way from her button to the top of her cleft. Morrigan shivered at first touch, but that may just have been a breeze. Again, Leliana licked the entire length of Morrigan’s nethers. Again the shiver, and she was certain it was no breeze.
Leliana was very intrigued with Morrigan’s cute rosebud, and concentrated on licking it. Eventually, she stiffened her tongue and forced it inside.
“I’ve not had many an adventure there” Morrigan moaned as she tensed. She leaned over even farther, resting her head on her folded arms. The spymaster continued to lick out her firm arse, and finally started to use the fake cock she had carried on the witch’s puss.
Morrigan moaned again as Leliana worked her own brand of magic. Apparently the years of being surrounded by ladies had taught the spy many tricks since their days together in Ferelden.
Leliana continued her ministrations, but it was a little uncomfortable trying to get the right angle. Eventually she stopped, reaching back inside the door for Morrigan’s robes while the mage looked on, disappointed to find her pleasure ceased. She was not disappointed for long, as the redhead laid the garments on the stone and motioned for brunette to lie down on them. Morrigan complied, and no sooner had she done so than the spy dove right back into the task of pleasuring her.
Leliana knelt in front of the witch and licked her black-haired quim this time. One hand kept her from tipping over, the other held the obsidian cock. Well covered in the witch’s juices, she worked it into her friend’s arse. Morrigan grimaced slightly at the intrusion, but Leliana was nibbling her clit, and soon the anal pain was anal pleasure. She began to play with her breasts and nipples, letting her friend tend to her lower half.
A crescendo was building within her. Tiny sparks leapt from her fingers, shocking her nipples and adding to the wave within her. It would not be long now. Leliana’s tongue tip was hitting the exact right place in her. The obsidian was pistoning in and out of her, stretching her arse and her bowels. Her right hand left her breasts and swept Leliana’s hair of her face. Their eyes locking seemed to push Morrigan over the edge. The cock slammed into her farther than before. Sparks arced between her nipples, and Leliana kept her tongue exactly where it should be. Through it all, the brunette’s extended moans, the shivering and shaking, Morrigan and Leliana kept their eyes on each other. The witch couldn’t tell, but it certainly seemed like spy was grinning as her orgasm tore through her.
After some time, she settled down. Leliana crawled up her body, and indeed, she was smiling. Their lips met, and Morrigan tasted herself on her friend’s lips. Leliana’s tongue delved into her mouth, but Morrigan was too tired to return the favour. Eventually Leliana broke the kiss to lie down beside the witch. Morrigan rolled onto her side to again meet her gaze. Their arms went around each other, and again their lips met, softly, sensually.
- - - - -
Hawke followed Josephine at a run. Down two flights of stairs, across the main room of the castle (with a lot of curious heads turning their way), through a short hallway, and then to the diplomat’s large office. Josephine skidded to a halt at her desk and searched it frantically, papers flying everywhere before settling to the floor. There, she found the incredibly dirty book she was looking for, placed upon her desk where anyone in the past few days could have found it … under a stack of reports about mining on the Storm Coast. They were rather dry reports, and looked to have been there for at least a month.
Josephine’s heart rate gradually slowed back to normal. Gritting her teeth, she laughed inwardly at herself. Of course Leliana wouldn’t do anything to ruin her reputation with any of the guests at Skyhold, she had just had a bit of fun teasing the diplomat, hiding the book in public where it would never be found.
Of course, this would demand some form of payback. Perhaps a woman’s ‘toy’ in one of the raven’s cages …
- - - - -
After her patrol, Cassandra walked to the bedroom she shared with the inquisitor. She found her lover already there, in her night clothes.
“Vivienne and Sera were at it with again. With the door open.” She said.
Inquisitor Adaar raised her eyebrows. “I knew Sera would probably be like that, but Vivienne? I had no idea.”
“Well, maybe Sera’s gotten her into some bad habits. When I looked in, Vivienne gave a look as if to say ‘why don’t you join us?’”
“And you didn’t? Why miss out on all that fun?”
Cassandra merely chuckled and removed her gauntlets before sitting down on the bed, bending down to unstrap her boots.
“Here, let me help you” the unhorned Qunari whispered seductively in her ear.
“So I take it I won’t miss out on having fun tonight? My my.” Cassandra replied. With that, she pulled her right boot off as Adaar began undoing the straps on her breastplate. Once the left boot was off, Cassandra held out her arms beside her as the inquisitor lifted off her chest protection. As she placed it on the armor rack, the warrior stood up and removed her belt & codpiece. She bent down to remove her legplates as Adaar walked back to the bed.
“Well, I have to say, I admire this view” she said, gazing fondly at the warrior’s supple arse.
Cassandra looked back over her shoulder and grinned, swivelling her hips, as a dancer at a brother would. She slowly licked her finger while making sultry eyes at the inquisitor, then undid the clasps around her legs. Making a show of it her woman could appreciate. The Inquisitor whistled and cat-called, and both of them laughed. “I still have two more layers to get out of. And I could probably use a bath, to get rid of all this sweat.”
“Well, I think we’ll be building up a new layer of sweat, but it’s your wish.”
“Oh, it’s my wish? Then why don’t you help me bathe?” Cassandra replied as she peeled out of her sweaty (and frankly, a little rank) shirt and trousers. She placed them on the balcony to get some air into them, then followed the now naked inquisitor into the private lavatory. There, she finally doffed her last undergarment, revealing her privates to the admiring view of the Qunari.
The inquisitor was just warming up the water with some fire spells but she had to pause to take in the view. “Maker, I love you” she said softly. “Ah, you just love me for my body” Cassandra replied, chuckling, before bending down to kiss the still-kneeling Adaar passionately.
The Qunari broke the kiss and stood up, staring deeply into her lover’s eyes. “No, I love you for your everything.” They kissed again, tenderly, and it seemed to last for an eternity, their hands on each other’s backs, each other’s necks, each other’s heads, pressing themselves together, willing themselves to be one.
Alas, it had to end. Cassandra broke the kiss and stepped into the tub before gasping “Ah! It’s still cold.”
“Well, that’s what you get for distracting me.” The inquisitor stepped into the large tub as well and conjured a flame to heat the water. Cassandra sat down, reached for some soap and a washcloth, and began to scrub herself free from the remains of a day’s hard work patrolling the keep.
While she was working on herself, Adaar sat behind her and began kneading her shoulders and back, working out the kinks and knots that had developed. “Mmm, that’s good.”
“Well, I would certainly hope so. All that hard work deserves a reward.”
“A reward beyond getting to sleep in your bed, in your arms every night?”
“A reward beyond even that” the mage replied.
Cassandra raised a leg and rested it on the edge of the tub, rubbing away the sweat and dirt. She switched legs, cleaned it thoroughly, then merely sat and rested as her lover massaged her back. She smiled and closed her eyes when the hands crept around her front, encircling her waist, and she felt soft kisses on her neck and scalp. The inquisitor gently pulled them both back, so she could sit with her back against the tub. Cassandra leaned back against her, resting against those wonderful breasts she loved tasting. Again, kisses on her head and hands around her waist. She was perfectly content.
The kisses increased in intensity, and one hand drifted higher while the other drifted lower. Cassandra turned her head and met her lover lips with her own. Fingers played with a nipple and more slipped into her velvet box. Her own hands caressed the inquisitor’s legs, then moved of their own accord atop her lovers, guiding her to the spots that left her quivering the most. Not that Adaar needed the guidance. She had plenty of practice.
Cassandra began moving her hips, rushing to meet the hand as it entered her, striving to take more. The fingers probed deeper, faster, as her breathing sped up. Her grinding also pressed her shapely buttocks against the Qunari’s clit, pleasuring them both. Cassandra broke the kiss as her breaths came in heaves. The fingers in her puss were joined by a thumb on her clit, and her pelvic thrusts were sloshing water about the tub.
Finally, with one great gasp, she hunched over and froze. A torrent of pleasure coursed through her, starting with the two fingers inside her and the thumb on her button, rising through her body to join with the fingers squeezing her nipples before exploding in her mind. She shivered, shook, as the wave coursed back down to her toes. Again and again, it repeated. The thumb was like beautiful agony, rubbing against her clit and keeping the torrent going. The fingers inside her a joyous torment, never letting the pleasure cease. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she shivered in the arms of her lover.
Slowly, her shivers slowed, then ceased. Her breaths still erratic, she was still leaning forwards. Gradually, she leaned back against the inquisitor, becoming aware that her lover was now thrusting her hips against her and causing the sloshing the water.
“Thank you. That was wonderful” She said, but Adaar didn’t answer, caught in the midst of her own pleasure. ‘Time to help with that’ the warrior thought to herself, and turned around. The mage stopped her thrusting for a moment, but only so Cassandra could kneel in front of her and slip two fingers into her quim. Cassandra propped herself up with one arm on the edge of the tub, and bent to kiss the inquisitor. Adaar’s hands were both busy with her own breasts, gently rubbing and squeezing the nipples, kneading the flesh around them.
Cassandra’s ministrations were slow but forceful. Her thumb mashed Adaar’s clit, radiating ecstasy through the Qunari. Her index and middle finger reached as far as they could inside the mage, scratching at unknown nubs of pleasure within. Adaar’s hips thrust against her hand, again and again, so forcefully she nearly slipped. The water was white with turmoil as Cassandra splayed her hand more, reached further. Her ring and little finger slipped beneath the grinding hips, and merely touched the inquisitor’s other entrance, her rosebud.
It set her off. She squealed and thrashed, the orgasm coursed through her. It was all Cassandra could do to keep her fingers in her lover, on her lover. Adaar’s fingers were pulling her own nipples in what was almost a painful way, amplifying the pleasure that had started in her loins. The water heaved and splashed as her hips thrust against Cassandra’s hand. Biting grunts escaped Adaar’s lips as the pleasure swept up and down her body. Her puss was on fire, her clit ablaze, her nipples aflame. The ecstasy shook her, throttled her, tore her apart, before finally giving way to the gentle embrace of the woman she loved.
Cassandra’s hand had been forced out of the inquisitor’s honey pot in one of the spasms. Now, it wrapped around her waist. The lips met again after being broken during the wild thrashing. Adaar’s hands left her own body to encircle the warrior, pulling her down and turning so their bodies lay side by side in the now calm and cooling pool.
The mage broke the kiss. “Thank you” she whispered to her lover. “Thank you,” Cassandra replied, smiling. They lay there, eyes closed, resting in each other’s arms, until the water cooled too much to stay in.
They stepped out. Cassandra took a towel and dried herself off. Adaar closed her eyes, made fists in front of her waist, and exhaled once, sharply. The water disappeared from her skin in a puff of steam, the fire magic having done its job.
Together, they returned to the bedroom. Adaar picked up her discarded nightrobe from the bed, and Cassandra took hers out of the drawers. Climbing into bed, Cassandra sighed and said “You really should talk with Vivienne and Sera. They can’t be distracting everyone this way.”
“Well, perhaps I’ll let Josephine handle it. Vivienne will never do anything unless it benefits her directly, and Josie will think of a reason for her keep the door closed.”
“At least tell her to put a sock on the door, like Dagna and Harding do for the undercroft. Maker, the amount of times I’ve seen Harritt walking away from his own shop, unable to get in.” Cassandra chuckled, but Adaar merely paused.
“… Dagna and Harding? I had no idea they were together.”
“Really? I don’t think they’re trying to keep it a secret.”
Adaar sighed. “There are just some things I’ll never spot.”
“Don’t worry about it, my love.” Cassandra reassured her. Then she giggled, a sound she disliked herself for making.
“What?”
“I was just thinking, with your height, Harding or Dagna could probably lick your … ahem, without stooping.”
Adaar chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’re the only person I want licking my honey pot, my puss, my velvet tantalus, my-”
“If you keep going, I just might.”
“Well, that doesn’t seem fair, unless I can taste yours as well.”
“I think that can be arranged” Cassandra replied, and switched position, so her legs rested on her pillow. It was going to be a good night.
- - - - -
Josephine handed the book to Hawke. Hawke started thumbing through it, then decided it was best to do that in private, if only to protect the reputations of them both.
“You wouldn’t have a bag I could surreptitiously carry this in, would you?” she asked.
The diplomat rummaged around a bit more, came up empty and shrugged.
“Sorry, I haven’t got – wait, I think I might have something”. With that, she started looking through her reports. With a triumphant “aha”, she held up a rather thick report. “You can hide it in here, if you want.”
Hawke saw it was a report on recent activity in Kirkwall. She slid the book in so it couldn’t be seen, then sighed. “I should probably read this report, as well.”
“Perhaps. It might be beneficial if we had some of your insights in there. But enough of that. Shall I show you to your room? You may have some reading to do.”
“Of course. But I wouldn’t expect anything on that report for quite a few days.” They laughed, and Josephine led them out of her office.
- - - - -
Down in the undercroft …
“Sock on the doorknob”
“Yep”
“Borrowed Vivienne’s ointment?”
“Yep”
“Sexy ass naked?”
“Well, I’ve got this rather nice clay cock on, but besides that, yep.”
“Then come and get me, you sexy minx.” With that, Dagna turned around and leaned forward. She rested her hands on the end of a bench, presenting her rump to a Wearable-wielding Harding. This one was shorter than Vivienne’s, being only 5 inches in length and 1 across. Dwarves don’t need as much to be just as satisfied.
Harding coated the instrument in ointment and kept a handful. She rubbed it on Dagna’s rear end, making sure to get plenty into her deep road, digging into the arcanist’s ass with her fingers. Satisfied, she removed her fingers, carefully lined up the cock, and plunged into Dagna’s rear in one swift movement. Resting barely a second, she pulled out and plunged back in. Not even resting this time, she repeated the action much quicker. Again and again. Dwarves may not be much sizewise, but they make up for it in speed and ferocity. Dagna’s breasts couldn’t even sway with the pounding, they merely shook beneath her. The scout hammered Dagna’s rear end with a passion to make any smith-caste proud.
So unrestrained were her strokes that less than 5 minutes after she started, Dagna was coming upon her first orgasm. She had started groaning when Harding had first entered her, but the groans grew louder and higher, sharper and faster, matching with the slaps their bodies made coming together. With a sudden burst, the moment of rapture spilled over her, pulsing from her bowels to her brain. The instrument in her ass kept going, pushing it further, echoing the joyous beams in her body. Her arms gave out, and she fell stomach-first onto the bench, but Harding kept going. The wave of pleasure washed out of Dagna, subsiding to a warm glow centered on her violated rectum.
Harding kept it up, determined to bring Dagna to another peak. It might take more work and more time, but she would get there. Already her groans were getting louder. Dagna’s breasts were rubbed by the bench as Harding rammed into her, rocking her entire body back and forth on the rough surface. Maybe she should have started this way, if her nipples were telling her anything. The warm glow centered in her ass slowly grew into a white hot flame of pleasure. A few minutes later, some squeals escaped her, preceding a scream of ecstasy as another orgasm swept over her. This time, Harding slowed down the tremendous butt pounding, easing the clay in and out of Dagna’s shapely ass while the arcanist trembled and quaked beneath her.
It seemed like forever until Dagna stopped moaning and quivering. Finally her shaking stopped, and she rested face down on the bench before Harding lightly slapped her ass.
“You can rest on the floor. I have an idea for this bench.”
The arcanist rolled clumsily to the floor, landing awkwardly as she still hadn’t recovered yet.
Harding rummaged through the drawers around the undercraft until she found what she wanted – a large nail. Almost a spike, in fact. It was nearly 7 inches long, and at least a quarter inch wide. Taking a hammer from the hanging tools, she went over to her discarded cloths and rifled through her pockets. She finally pulled out a small wooden doweling. Roughly 4½ inches long and an inch wide, it had slightly rounded edges on one side. The scout returned to the bench and places the doweling about an inch from the edge of the bench. She lined up the nail with the doweling and gave it a few solid whacks.
Dagna saw was she was doing and rose from the floor to help.
“Here, hold the doweling where you want it. I’ll use the hammer, since I’m the builder here.” She said. Harding nodded and held the wooden rod in place while Dagna took the hammer to it. In no time, the rod was affixed to the bench, a nearly perfect sex toy. Dagna took a look at it and grimaced. With a carefully aimed blow, she struck the side of the rod, so it jutted up at an angle.
“What was that for?” Harding asked.
“Well, I think it’ll bend more, allow you to lean forward if you want to lie flat and you stomach. It might even let you take it up the ass, if you lay on your back.” The arcanist replied.
“Well, I think I’ll just take it in my honey pot for now. You get to take me up the ass this time.”
“I’ve just been pounded in the ass, and just pounded this wooden cock. I’m not sure how much more pounding is left in me.”
“Well, join me when you’re ready. I want to take a ride.” With that, Harding slipped out of her Wearable and straddled the bench. She carefully lined up the cock with her pussy and lowered herself slowly onto in. She gasped with pleasure. “Oh, we’ve done this right.” She leaned forwards so she was facedown on the bench, her breasts rubbing against the rough grain of the wood, and ground her hips against the wonderful wooden intrusion.
Dagna looked at Harding’s shapely ass waving slowly in the air, and couldn’t resist. She slipped into her own Wearable (the same size as Harding’s), lathered it up with ointment, and plunged it into the scout’s winking hole.
“Aaaaah, thanks for joining me” Harding sighed in pleasure. The arcanist rode her slow, letting her get used to two intruders at once. The Wearable bottomed out inside her, jiggling her cheeks as Dagna pulled out. Back in, nice and slow. It was quite a bit different than the ferocious pounding when the two positions had been reversed. This time, it was almost … relaxing.
Harding sighed in pleasure again and let Dagna set the pace. It would take awhile to cum, but it would be intense. Dagna kept at the slow pace, enjoying the sight of the polished clay disappearing into the scout’s bowels. Every time she bottomed out, Harding would rock forwards, rubbing her nipples on the bench. Then she would rock back, taking more of the wooden cock back into her.
As the minutes stretched on, and Harding’s body grew used to accommodating the phallic violators, she waved for Dagna to pick up the pace. The arcanist complied. She might not have Harding’s speed or power, but she would try as best she could.
“Oh, yeah” spilled from Harding’s mouth as the pace grew faster. Now, her body was constantly rocking, the cock in her puss or her ass alternated being fully inside her. Her nipples ground against the bench. Her partner slapped her ass even as she plundered it.
Dagna went faster. More words of approval from the scout as their thighs repeatedly slapped together. She slammed into that beautiful ass again and again, mixing in the occasional slap.
Grunts found their way into Harding’s stream of yeses, rising higher and higher in pitch. A ball of pure pleasure was building in her backside. Her holes stretched wide, the arcanist’s tool once again bottomed out, probing farther inside her bowels, her belly, than she thought possible. A hand stung her ass cheek and she let out a howl as the ball of pleasure exploded. Her pussy did too, spurting out juices around the wooden rod. She rose, desperate to get it out of her, driving the clay cock even deeper. She shrieked again, spurted girl cum all over the bench, all over the floor.
Her limbs seized and she shook with ecstasy. Dagna’s arms wrapped around her, keeping her up off the bench. She spasmed in her lover’s embrace once, twice, thrice, coating more of the floor with her juices. She gave wordless squeaks as the pleasure gradually settled back down into her bottom, wrapped around the clay invader still buried within.
Together, they gradually settled onto the floor beside the bench, doing their best to avoid Harding’s cum. It had made quite a mess. They’d have to clean up before anyone saw it. But for now, it was just time to rest.
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Josephine finally showed Hawke to her room. It wasn’t terribly large, but it was pleasant enough. A bed with a thick mattress, a thick rug in front of a mantle, a pile of logs to one side, and a small table with two chairs tucked into it.
“Welcome to your home for … however long you decide to stay.”
“Home … I haven’t really had a home in a number of years.” Hawke sounded wistful.
“Oh? I didn’t know that. I though you went somewhere after Kirkwall” The diplomat said.
“I went to a great many places after Kirkwall. Being hunted by the chantry does that to anyone. I could never stay in one place for any length of time. The longest I stayed was a tiny village outside of Vinders for three weeks. Most of my time was spent in the wilderness, just camping.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Josephine glanced down at her feet, clearly uncomfortable. Hawke seemed not to notice, lost in her memories, gazing into the empty fireplace and seeing nothing.
Using the hearth as an excuse to break the tension, Josephine added some logs to the fireplace, but then was lost as to what to do next. “I’m sorry, the inquisitor could conjure up some flames, but I don’t have much capacity for lighting fires.”
This seemed to break Hawke out of her reverie. She shook her head clear and smiled. “Allow me. I got quite a bit of practice.” With that, she took some flint and tinder out of her rucksack and struck some sparks. After a few tries, some of the smaller pieces of wood caught fire, and soon there was a crackling fire warming the cozy room.
“This is quite nice. A sight better than whatever hole I could find to sleep in.” Hawke commented.
Josephine reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Then I hope you can stay for quite some time. Moving around must have been hard, and doing it alone must have been harder. So I hope … no, I know you can count us friends.”
Eyes still on the fire, Hawke patted the hand. “Thank you. That means a lot. At least I didn’t burden anyone else with this roaming. Merrill and Bethany are making a life together among the Dalish. I guess two mages together can find a common ground easier than most. And whatever mischief Isabela caused Aveline, they eventually married. Something about ‘Belligerent sexual tension.’ I never understood it, but I was, and am, very happy for them.”
She paused, then reached for the book. “But enough moping. Let’s see what treasures await.” Josephine laughed, glad to have a different topic to talk about.
“Hmm …” Hawke muttered as she flipped through the book. “Didn’t do that. Didn’t do that. Can’t do that. This one’s impossible. Tried that, didn’t work.” Josephine listened with a grin as the rogue listed the inaccuracies in the book. She was startled when the book came flying out of Hawke’s hand to hit the wall with a thump. The former champion looked furious. “I have never felt that way about Bethany! This book is disgusting!” Had the author been in the room, Josephine was sure he would have found a dagger in his guts, meeting a quick end.
Josephine tried to diffuse the situation. “I know you don’t. Everybody knows you don’t. That’s just the nature of this … smut. I skip that section, to be honest” she lied “but some people are excited by that time of thing. Not me. Or anyone here.” Hawke still looked angry, but calmed down with a few short, cleansing breaths.
“It’s just … I love my sister, and would never hurt her. I’ve never thought of her that way, and I don’t ever want to.”
“I know. People really don’t think you do. It’s just a book. Don’t worry about it.”
“Well, that book is wrong. I don’t think about my sister that way, I can’t do most of the things described, I’ve never magically been endowed with a penis, and my breasts do not look like melons with olives tacked on.” She ended in a huff, but it was a playful huff. She realised she was taking a lot out on the diplomat, and wanted to show she wasn’t entirely a poor sport devoid of humour.
Josephine chuckled and with a fit of nerve, said “Well, I don’t know. I’ve never seen them.” Her gaze met the champion’s, and she willed the butterflies in her stomach to be still. Hawke shrugged and chuckled as well, then lifted off her leather armor and undershirt. Posing with her fists on her hips, she pushed out her chest so the diplomat could see her profile. “Well?” she asked.
“Nope, sorry. Not melons. Or olives. Rather nice to see, though.”
“Well then you, my dear Josephine, have excellent taste in breasts.” Hawke said imperiously.
“Please, call me Josie. And I don’t believe I’ve tasted your breasts yet.” She was surprised at her own nerve. Hawke seemed to be also, but instead of covering up, she merely raised an eyebrow. It was all the invitation the dark-skinned woman needed.
She closed the gap between the two women and knelt in front of the blond rogue. Both arms went around Hawke’s waist while her mouth went right to her left breast. Hawke’s hands were busy behind her, untying the knots the held her dress up. She did her best to undo the garments at Hawke’s waist. Eventually, the clothes fell to the floor, leaving Hawke naked and Josephine only with her underpants.
Hawke put both her hands on Josephine’s shoulders and gently pushed her back and down, onto the rug. The diplomat wriggled out of her skivvies, and Hawke dove into her enticing dark puss. The aroma nearly overwhelmed her. So sweet, so exotic, so different than anything she had tasted before. She licked with a fervor, her tongue reaching deep inside the brunette.
Josephine groaned, the sound welling up from deep inside her body. Her eyes were closed, her hands on her breasts. She groaned again. Hawke was clearly as expert as the book claimed. Her tongue was already drawing forth Josie’s juices, farther inside her than she thought possible, wonderfully scraping along her velvet walls, lighting the nerves inside her on fire.
Hawke did her best to swallow the delicious juices, listening in satisfaction to the groans from her partner. She curved her tongue to reach new places in her new friend. The groan rose to a scream, and she was rewarded with a flood of woman’s cum as Josie tensed and came. She swallowed again and again, keeping her tongue in place, riding out the diplomat’s quivering. It lasted several moments before the shaking stopped. Hawke swallowed again, getting the last of Josie’s spurts. The rest had drenched her face, giving her a wonderful, natural perfume.
Soon, it was the diplomat’s turn to return the favor. She had Hawke kneel against the bed, then partially lie on it, exposing her puss and rosebud to the eager brunette. She also grabbed an onyx cock that had been lying on one of the chairs. 8 inches long and 1 across.
“In case you ever got lonely.” Josie explained with a naughty grin.
“Not much chance of that now, is there?” Hawke had turned her head to see what Josie was up to.
The dark-skinned woman knelt behind the champion and slid the fake cock easily into Hawke’s dripping puss. Then she set to work licking out the champions beautiful arse.
“Oh, you know just what I like.” Hawke said. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, giving Josie deeper access. In her tongue went, tasting Hawke’s most private hole, wiggling around and reaching deep. Her hand was busy as well, sliding the onyx in and out of the champion’s wet woman’s well.
The dual pleasures were incredible, and it had been a very long time since Hawke had been with anyone. With Josie’s wonderful ministrations, it wouldn’t be long before she was pushed over the edge. She could feel her puss stretch around the fake cock, her nerves alight. When Josie’s tongue hit just the right spot, she screamed. Her puss forced the onyx from it before a torrent of juices flowed out. Her arse clamped down on the diplomat’s tongue, nearly forcing it out, but Josie had her face buried between Hawke’s cheeks and she was determined to ride out the champion’s orgasm while tasting her from inside her puckered hole.
Hawke shivered and shook, the pleasure ripping through her, echoing from her head to her toes. Every twitch of the tongue in her rear pushed it farther, echoing more. Her puss would not stop squirting cum onto the bed, as if Josie’s tongue was conjuring more.
Eventually the ecstasy subsided. Hawke rolled over, panting, but Josie merely took this as a sign to feast on her tender vulva and moist quim. The diplomat took hold of the onyx cock and placed the tip on the rogue’s anus. Giving the champion a moment to relax her bowels, Josie slid the well lubed cock into Hawke’s well-licked arse.
Hawke had never taken anything that big up there before, but the size only added to the pleasure. Her world began to shrink, from the room, down to her body, then to her loins. She was only aware of two places, her honey pot and her bowels, exquisitely stretched and filled with tongue and stone. It seemed like she had just come down from one cataclysmic wave and now she was ready to crest another.
Josie’s tongue went faster as Hawke’s moans got higher. Just as she had slammed the fake cock deep into Hawke’s bowels, she stretched her tongue as far as it would go into the champion’s womanhood and hit the perfect spot. Hawke screamed again, came again, flooded cum again. This time it was Josie’s turn to drink down the wonderful juices, be perfumed by natural aroma. Again, she waited out the shivering and shaking that came with the champion’s orgasm. Again, she kept the champion’s arse full, keeping her orgasm going as long as she could. She twisted the onyx inside Hawke’s bowels, and was rewarded with another scream, another flood of delicious juice. Another twist, another scream, this time dying abruptly. Alarmed, Josie checked on Hawke. The pleasure had been too much, and the champion had passed out.
Smiling, the diplomat carefully removed the onyx from Hawke, then swung the rogue’s legs onto the bed. Lying down next to her, she pressed herself close to the champion, inhaling the fragrance of sex in the room, and sighed contentedly. She waited for her new friend to wake up.
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