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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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Hawke was pulled up by the leash that kept her bound to the throne and by her waist. She felt him, the size and ridges of his manhood pressed against her backside, nestling in her crack, and she began to panic. She tried to shake her head but the mask weighed her down, her hands useless to do anything to stop the impending rape.
The Arishok used his knee to push her legs apart, let go of her waist to move her skirts. Her lower lips dribbled all over his thigh and it bothered her to see how badly her body wanted this even as her mind recoiled in horror.
What is this? she thought. How is this real?
She had fantasized about the Arishok on occasion – the deep thunder in his voice, the obvious power he held. She had faced that power and beaten it, killed him in this very room, or so she thought.
All illusion of that truth shattered as he bounced her on his thigh, guiding his cock inside her.
Her own weight pushed her down the whole length, her scream muffled by the mask, and even if she had been able to see more than a slit of light her eyes slammed shut and she knew nothing except the god that ruled her, her head jerked back by his usage of her.
And this was usage – not sex or fucking, just him masturbating using her body in place of a rag. He had reduced her to nothing more than a receptacle for his seed.
He was huge: his member half as long as her forearm and almost as thick, and it had ridges that brushed her insides in places she hadn't known existed. Every trip up and down showered her with echoing sensations that rippled through her body and shattered her mind, forcing her to cry out even as his voice remained steady.
Worse, he was conducting business, meeting with other Qunari even as she rose and fell, rose and fell, her chest an aching bounce that kept those he was meeting distracted. He was proving to them his willpower, she realized, showing that he could maintain his composure even while penetrating her.
“That's not really her,” someone said, the words cutting through the haze of her shame.
In answer, the Arishok paused bouncing her and let her fall, the entire length of him lodged inside her. She felt his fingers unfastening the straps that kept her identity hidden. The weight of the mask was suddenly focused entirely in her mouth and she whimpered when it fell out and clattered to the floor.
She blinked in the sudden light, unable to close her mouth, her tongue useless the Arishok's hand cradled her face and showed her off.
“That is her,” someone said, their voice reverent. “Hawke.”
“Yes,” the Arishok rumbled. “Do not let it trouble you. Let us continue.”
And once again she found herself riding the Arishok, but this time there was nothing to keep her moans silence, nothing to keep her identity hidden. The Arishok sat passively behind her and she realized she was riding him, her hips bouncing of their own accord as he kept calm.
Those that came to meet him were another story, their eyes locked on the lewd display he had made of her. Sometimes he would spank her ass to make her go faster and she struggled to comply, her cheeks flushed as she saw the eyes of far too many people she recognized from a life that seemed furthered and further away every time she sank down on the powerful organ that ruled her.
“Why doesn't she cum?” someone asked, a shopkeeper that had she had once joked with.
“She has been trained not to,” the Arishok said, sounding bored. “Not without permission.”
The Arishok was under no such restriction.
When he came he filled her, his seed leaking down and out of her. She felt his warm cum slither out of her and down her thighs and she cried without how badly she wanted it, how much she needed to feel that relief, but she met his eye and knew that he had not granted her the one thing she wanted.
He discarded, letting her fall to the cold stone at his feet, her head pressed against the rock and his booted foot resting on her head. She didn't think about using magic. She didn't think about anything but cumming.
“You,” he snapped, looking at Isabella, “clean this up.”
The Rivani, once so proud and defiant, said nothing as she crawled up the Arishok's calves. It was hard for Hawke to see from her vantage point, but she saw Isabella's head move, flashes of tongue, the way the tendons in the thighs twitched as her friend cleaned the mess the Arishok had made of himself.
“Good,” the Arishok rumbled. “Now, clean the rest.”
Isabella languidly crawled down off the Arishok, a dumb smile on her face that made Hawke's pulse quicken. She was on her side but Isabella flipped her on her back and Hawke cried out, the strain on her shoulders cutting through the heat of want, but then Isabella was pushing her legs apart and her tongue was darting in and around Hawke's folds, lapping up the goo that had been left there.
Hawke would weakly try to close her thighs from the hungry looks of the Qunari warriors that were the latest witnesses to her shame, but Isabella would slap them back open, never pausing in the command that she'd been given. Hawke found that she was pressing herself into the Riviani's mouth, pressing herself against that talented tongue, seeking an orgasm that never seemed to come.
“You are distracted,” the Arishok said. The three warriors he was addressing were young, ones that Hawke recognized from the docks. “You lack my discipline, but you are young and this is granted. Perhaps we should continue our meeting in a way that will grant you suck experience.”
“Asit tal-eb,” one of them said, shrugging.
“Very well,” the Arishok rumbled. “You three may have Hawke. The Riviani whore is mine.”
“Ataash varin kata,” one of the other warriors said. In the end lies glory.
Hawke could only hope that he was right.
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Alright. One more chapter with the Arishok. Everyone enjoying this so far? Anything you'd like to see more or less of? Drop me a review and I will respond at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=13 Thanks for reading, and I'll be back with more later in the week.
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