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Hawke Fade Away	By : HunterOpera Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 22975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Merrill,” moaned Hawke, licking her lips. “W-what are you doing?”
“You said you'd help,” Merrill replied. “I'm holding you to your word.”
The elf's fingers entered Hawke's mouth, slithered out past her lips and trailed down her throat, between her breasts and heaving abdomen, circled her navel and then lower, down into her nether-lips. Hawke flushed, arching her back as Merrill entered her, hooking painfully inside her, pulling her up from inside her hips.
Gasping, Hawke followed the lead of those cruel fingers, standing on trembling legs. When Merrill released her she tried to cover her aching breasts and dripping cunt, but the demon brushed her hands away.
“Still so modest,” the desire demon laughed. “As if we hadn't seen you cum again and again and again...”
Blushing furiously, Hawke whimpered and lowered her eyes, hands free but useless at her sides.
“Good little bird,” the desire demon cooed. “Good tame little bird...”
The demon's knuckles were rubbing across Hawke's cleft, and she closed her eyes and leaned into the sadistic touch, the small rippling pleasure that echoed through her with every little tease.
“I think she's ready,” the demon said.
Hawke didn't have it in her to ask for what.
Instead, she stayed still and let the demon toy with her as Merrill shuffled around the room.
She felt something soft pull against the back of her neck and opened her eyes. The elf was pulling a scarf around her, crossing it over her chest to just barely cover her breasts. A clever locking mechanism was worked around her back, the scarf a blue-grey in color with red designs braided into it.
“Kirkwall colors,” Merrill explained. “Can't have the Champion in anything less.”
A black rope was tied around her hips, then another and a third, each slightly apart from one another. The design would draw attention to the revealed flesh while hiding nothing, at least until Merrill was kind enough to add a scrap of cloth to her front and back. The cloth didn't quite reach her knees and was the same blue-grey as the scarf lifting her chest with the same red inlay.
“Pretty little bird,” the demon cooed, talons slipping across the slippery hole only just hidden by the dangling clothing. Hawke's lips parted, her vision a fuzzy mess. As her lips parted the elf pushed something past her lips and into her mouth, a ball that pressed her tongue down and kept her mouth open.
Another binding bit into the corners of her mouth and was fastened around the back of her neck, holding the ball in place and reducing her to whimpering moans. Finally, Merrill placed a mask over her features, a dull slit left so that she could only just see the world.
Hawke didn't resist when the demon bound her arms behind her back, black rope wrapping around her biceps and elbows and wrists. Her wrists were pressed together, her elbows coming close, her biceps aching. The effect forced her shoulders back and thrust her chest out, the demon smiling as it cupped a breast, bounced it and squeezed as Hawke begged without words.
“You can't even see her pain,” Merrill said. “It's like she's not even a person anymore.”
“She isn't.” The demon's answer rode a throaty chuckle. “Our dear bird is just a plaything now.”
“Pretty little plaything, this,” Merrill said. “Let's go show her off.”
Hawke tried to protest as Merrill tied a line around the ropes resting on her hips, pulling her forward and exposing the way her thighs had to be glistening. She flushed, trying to fight, but without her arms and lost in the throes of want she could offer little in the way of resistance.
Merrill pulled her out of her small hut and Hawke cried out, mortified at the thought of being seen like this, but the slit that she could see from revealed that it was night and the alienage was empty. Still, Merrill led her to one of the houses and down a flight of stairs, a cavalcade of elven voices greeting her as she descended the stairs and came to a stop.
The voices died and Hawke felt dozens of eyes roaming her exposed body, felt fingers reach and trace her flesh. Merrill did nothing to protect her and she could do nothing to protect herself.
“Keeper,” an elf voice said, granting Merrill a title she should have had but had thrown away, “what... what is this?”
“This is a human,” Merrill announced. “The spirits have taught me tantra, an old secret that once belonged to Sylaise.”
“Hail Sylaise,” the elves chorused.
“What is,” an elf asked, and Hawke could hear the quiver in the stranger's voice even as she felt hands circle her hips, pulling her into the room. “What is tantra?”
“Magic through pleasure,” the demon answered. The elves gasped, unsure, and more words were said as Hawke was passed around, pulled from one lap to another, the ropes around her hips used to guide her from one elf cock to the next. She was forced to ride them but not allowed to cum – she could hear Merrill give that order even if she was too lost to fully understand what was happening.
Instead of cumming in her, the elves would cum on her. Even the women sprayed their juices on her, soaking what little she was wearing, teasing her and driving her higher and higher. When the hands stopped passing her around Hawke was shaking and only just able to move, crawling on her knees as hands slapped her ass and breasts and the ropes around her hips went taut and pulled her up on what felt like a statue.
She felt something cold and smooth below her and was made to sit. The light in the room and the slit in her mask turned the multitude of rapists around her into silhouettes, but she could still make out Merrill and the demon looming over her.
Tears pouring down her face, Hawke looked down and saw the reflectionless eluvian below her, the cracks mostly healed now. Fingers entwined in her hair, pulled her head up, Marian now looking into the face of the elf that had broken her.
“Do you want to cum, little bird?” Merrill asked.
Hawke nodded, pleading.
“Then sit her and make yourself cum,” Merrill said. The demon left the ropes around her arms but loosened the bindings. Merrill guided Hawke's hands to her dribbling cunt and heavy breasts, Hawke now groping herself.
When she was on the cusp of cumming, Merrill tore her hands away. Hawke cried in earnest now, helpless and pleading, her strength a forgotten dream drowned in the shame of her lust. Merrill shushed her, undoing the clasp that hid her breasts from the elves that had already felt them.
A whimpering Hawke was pushed forward so that her head was against the mirror, her knees underneath her and propping her up. Merrill's fingers ventured inside the gushing hole between her legs, lifting her up, and when Marian was commanded to continue the fingers of one hand grasped her clit while her other hand sought to give some relief to the agony that was her breast.
She was aware of the elves mocking her, calling her a whore and worse. She felt their seed spray across her mask, dripping into the slit to drip into her stinging eyes. She didn't care.
Merrill commanded her to cum and she screamed like the good little whore she had become.
The mirror underneath her began to glow, the glare of it cutting through the sticky webs of cum that threatened to blind her, forcing Hawke to blink.
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... and thus ends Merrill's happy fun times with Hawke. Next up, something completely different. If you like it, please leave a review - I write these stories specifically to experiment with form and function, and the more reviews I get the more stuff I'm likely to write and post (like the Mass Effect and Resident Evil stories that are just kind of sitting there, collecting dust). Anyways, all reviews and questions are answered at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=12 , a thread that started with as Metroid fic and is a sort of catch-all these days. Thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying it, and I'll try and get more up this week.
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