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Sizzle! Burn! Steam!	By : Hatsepsut Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 26111 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thanks to everybody for your...drooling and for the many and very interesting suggestions of pairings. I promised myself I would do any kind of pairings people suggested, even those that I have been uncomfortable with in the past, just as long as they tickle my fancy. I’ve had some weird suggestions, let me tell you!
So, for now, Carver and Isabela.. Enjoy!
Pairing: Carver /Isabela
Timeline: Act I
Carver took a gulp of his ale and snorted as his big brother skillfully dodged another one of Isabela’s advances. The pirate had been trying to lure Garrett to her bed ever since she had met him, but he didn’t seem interested. Carver snorted again. Big, manly Garrett Hawke had a thing for elves it seemed. The male variety, he wryly observed as Hawke again started chatting up that damned white-haired broody elf.
Isabela plopped down on the seat next to him with a scowl on her face.
“So, Pup,” she addressed Carver, the condescending nickname and tone making him bristle, “has he always been like that? More interested in men, I mean? Or does he swing both ways?”
Carver scowled even more and shot his brother an irritated look. Why was it that he always drew the attention of everyone around him, both male and female? He wasn’t that much more handsome, or taller, or even more well built. Sure, he had an easy smile and a carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude, but that didn’t mean anything. I can be funny and carefree too, Carver thought. Or I could if I was ever out of his shadow!
“I don’t keep track of my brother’s sex life,” he grumbled, then shot a sideways glance to Isabela. “Ask him yourself.”
The pirate brought her hands under her chin and looked at Hawke’s direction with a dreamy look on her face, the posture making her bountiful blossom even more pronounced. Carver had to fight not to drool. Why didn’t she ever look at him like that? And why was Garrett ‘Hawke’ while he was just Carver, or Junior, or Pup? He hated being called that!
“Why the sour face, Pup?” she asked him with a small, teasing smile. “Getting jealous of big brother again? You know, green really isn’t your colour.”
Carver banged his cup on the table. “I am NOT jealous of him! And stop calling me Pup! I have a name you know!”
“Oh, the Pup shows his fangs...” Isabela drawled secretly intrigued to see such a rush of temper form the younger Hawke. He was yummy too, she noticed, with that nicely chiseled, youthful face, and those impressive biceps under his loose tunic. She sent him a sultry smile, inwardly happy he was so easily riled. She was feeling frustrated and disappointed, her feminine confidence slightly dented by Hawke’s continuous rejection. Getting a rise out of his brother was a perfect way to let off some steam. Or maybe she would take him for a little ride, she thought, just to rub his brother’s nose in. She blew him a kiss and enjoyed the sight of the young warrior bunching his muscles and grinding his teeth, trying to reign his temper in.
“What, no answer, Pup?” Isabela drawled again.
“I. AM .NOT. A . PUP.” Carver roared, before grasping her arm, pulling her to him and giving her a scorching kiss that made her see stars. The whole patronage of the Hanged Man started whistling and catcalling, as she was kissed breathless and then left there, stunned, her eyes huge, and her fingers rubbing over her bruised lips, looking at the young man as he got up and left as if the archdemon was after him.
Wow. What was that? she thought. Her eyes fell on Hawke and he smirked and then laughed, before coming near and leaning conversationally over her. Fenris, who had been talking to Hawke, frowned and wondered if that little show had been enough to change Hawke’s mind about Isabela’s offer. He watched as Hawke whispered something in her ear and the pirate’s eyes shot wide. Hawke held his hands a good distance away from each other, and winked to Isabela. She shot the door a lustful look.

Fenris blushed. Oh. He was telling her about his brother’s ...assets. Oh, he did not need that kind of information, thank you very much. He then frowned again, remembering the distance between Hawke’s hands. That couldn’t be true, anyway. He was exaggerating Carver’s said ...assets, to be sure. He shuddered and took another drink.
The next evening, Carver was sitting near Varric and Hawke as they were playing diamondback, when a waitress dropped off a note for him. He unfolded it with a bored look on his face, which was immediately replaced by a blush. He looked around, but nobody was paying him much attention. Typical, he thought with a small twinge of annoyance, before getting casually up and telling his brother he was going home.
Garrett barely spared a look his way and Carver made his way to the door, before secretly slipping down the hall from Varric suite to the room at the back. He knocked, feeling nervous and excited and Isabela opened, wearing nothing more than her smallclothes.
“Well, hello there, Pup,” she drawled, a self-satisfied smile lighting up her face at the way his jaw dropped.
His eyes shot up to her face from the expanse of nude skin he had been ogling and then narrowed.
“If you have called me here to make fun of me again, Isabela...” he started, but was interrupted by the pirate that grabbed him by the collar and dragged him in.
“Oh, shut up, Carver, will you?” she murmured against his mouth, kicking the door open behind him.
He just groaned and surrendered in her arms, instantly feeling hot and bothered. Some small bastion of sanity remained in his mind, though, and he pushed her roughly away, trying to regain his breath. “What is this? Why now?” he asked.
Isabela frowned. “Does it matter?”
Carver folded his arms across his chest. “One minute you are panting after my brother like a bitch in heat and the next you have your tongue down my tonsils. So yes, it matters. Am I a substitute for my brother?”
Isabela shrugged and moved to the door. “If you aren’t interested Pup, you can go. I’m through throwing myself at Hawkes’ feet, or is it talons?”
“Call me pup once more, pirate, and you’ll regret it...” he growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest.
Isabela perked up. That sounded...promising. There was a fine, dominant man somewhere down there, hidden behind his adolescent resentment for his brother and his constant nagging. She smiled to herself and leaned in, bringing her impressive, half clad breasts inches from his chest. She trailed a finger down his chiseled torso, the tip of her tongue moving suggestively over her bottom lip.
“Pup.” She clearly said, challenging him, and she had just a minute to feel a small tinge of apprehension before his nostrils flared and his fists clenched. She was turned around and pushed face first into the door the next instance. She didn’t get a chance to protest, and she wouldn’t anyway, she loved it when her partners got a bit rough. The smallclothes were ripped from her body next and she gasped.
“Hey, that was an expensive set,” she managed to mumble, before she felt him fumbling around with his own clothes. He replied with a growl, that made her instantly wet. Oh, the boy had potential. She wiggled her ass and smiled to him over her shoulder. “Come on Pup, make me pay,” she taunted him again, and he was instantly upon her.
Her eyes grew wide. She immediately regretted her teasing as something incredibly wide and thick settled against her opening and Carver started pushing inside her with a groan. She whimpered and tried to get away, but his heavy frame had her pinned against the door.
“Oh, Maker!” she gasped. “Do you have Qunari in your lineage?”
“Shut up,” Carver growled and just pushed inside her, making her yelp.
She had never taken a cock this big before, and she gasped again, trying to make her muscles relax to accept the invasion. Maker, she felt like she was being taken for the first time.
“Umf..Carver...please...ahh...please...take it easy! CARVER!”
“Shut. Up. You can take it,” he growled and then his hands were upon her. He grabbed her by the waist and heaved her up, carrying her to the bed, his enormous cock halfway inside her. She found herself on her hand and knees, and she whimpered both in relief and distress when he withdrew. She started moaning like a woman possessed as his mouth found her wet, hot core, licking and suckling at her. His inexperience was more than made up by his eagerness and she writhed and moaned his name, and tried to turn around to embrace him, kiss him, do anything to show him how much she was enjoying him but he pushed her abruptly back on her knees, and shoved two fingers roughly inside her.
“You called me a pup once too many, Isabela,” he growled. “Now I will take you like one, and you will LOVE it”
He shoved himself inside her again then, making her grip the bed sheets and bite the pillow to stop herself from screaming.
“Carver.” She arched, screaming out at the pleasure and pain as he pulled back then thrust deeper, then again, until on the third stroke he impaled her with every hard thick inch of hungry, throbbing cock.
She grunted, and then started trembling, fighting to relax around the engorged intruder as it moved back and thrust home again in a torturous, slow plunge. Maker, she wasn’t going to survive this. When he started thrusting, she felt every nerve along her body tingle and ignite, pleasure spreading through her like liquid fire. He was leaning over her, one hand braced on the headboard, the other fondling her breast, his breath panting next to her ear.
He was stoking a fire inside her that threatened to steal her mind, stretching her wide, filling her before retreating, only to open her again. Fire streaked up her spine; pleasure tore through her womb before arching along her body.
The strokes were increasing in thrust and depth, powering inside her as she screamed out beneath him, twisting and thrusting back to drive him harder into the convulsing muscles of her cunt. He was taking her in hard, deep, fast strokes that powered into her while she clenched further around him. She was going to climax. It was building in her womb, surging through her body as she writhed beneath him, crying out, screaming his name as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
With a scream she came, exploding like a supernova, drenching them both with her cream, chanting his name.
He continued thrusting, pounding her in a furious pace, until he arched back and with a series of deep, tortured moans started convulsing inside her, filing her with semen. She gasped at how much seed he was pumping into her, and came again, just at the feeling of the endless jets coating her insides. She could hardly breathe, her mind drugged by pleasure like she hadn’t known for years. She vaguely wondered if she had ever been pleasured more completely, if she had ever been bested at her own game like this before and her mind came up blank. She collapsed on her stomach, her trembling legs no longer able to support her and Carver pulled her roughly back up
“We aren’t done yet,” he whispered darkly into her ear and her eyes widened in alarm as she realised with a gasp of surprise that he was still erect, still hard. She felt the head of his shaft at the entrance of her ass, and she bit her lip and send an honest, heartfelt prayer to the Maker to help her.“Who’s the pup, now Isabela?” he asked as he started pushing himself through the tight ring of muscles, making her keen and shriek.
“Maker, Carver!” she cried out in alarm as she felt herself being stretched wider than she thought was possible.
He stilled for just a moment, whispering roughly against her ear, asking her if she wanted this.
“Yes,” she hissed, “do it, fuck me!”
She was beyond caring for her well-being as the impossibly thick shaft pressed inside her, pain and pleasure both shooting through her, threatening to steal her sanity. She keened into the pillow, her body arched and tense like a bow, the hot erotism of the incredible dominant display making her wet to her knees. His seed was running down her legs, his shaft was slowly and surely sinking inside her tight passage and she could hear his panting breath and feel the furious beat of his heart against her back. She was just a little bit depraved, enough that the painful, forceful entry was sure to send waves of heat all the way down to her toes. She had been taken forcefully like this before, had even been tied and spanked, and the pain had always made her a little wild. But this, this was beyond even her experience, and she groaned and moaned and shrieked as his length finally slipped inside her, his huge cock buried in her to the hilt.
When he started moving, giving her the barest of second to get used to him first, she closed her eyes and prayed she would survive the orgasm that was already building up inside her. Carver was grunting above her, pistoning her with hard, relentless thrusts, and she arched and moaned, and surrendered to him totally, something she had never done in her life so far, as the young warrior pushed her up and over the edge again, and again and again. She lost count of how many times she came with him hammering inside her, the sensation of continuous waves of ecstasy rolling over her leaving little space in her brain for any coherent thought.
When he finally came inside her, she just moaned his name and blanked out, her mind mercifully short-circuiting from the pleasure whipping her body and then shutting down.
Carver got up on rubbery legs and looked her over, a smug smile on his lips at the way her lower body was covered in his seed, leaking out of both her openings. He cleaned himself and got dressed just as she was beginning to stir again, raising eyes still hazed and fogged with pleasure at him. He doubted anyone had ever fucked Isabela to a faint before and his smile got a bit bigger. Nobody had been able to take him like this in the past, all the girls back in Lothering had been terrified of his size, but he had known she would. Maker, he should probably apologise for being so rough, but he was still angry at her teasing.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought his mouth to hers in a hot, wet kiss. He wanted to stay and cuddle her, hold her and pet her luscious body, but he stomped down on that urge with a ruthless foot. She would not appreciate it. Isabela was not one for cuddling and whispered promises, even he, with his limited experience, knew that.
Instead he moved to the door, her eyes following him, and smiled at her.
“Goodnight...Pup,” he taunted her and had just a moment to appreciate her eyes narrowing in indignation before slipping out.
Isabela lay there, slowly recovering, her body incredibly content and sore at the same time, looking at the door with a lustful, dreamy look. She brought her hand to her cunt. Maker she was soaked, he had filled her up so completely nothing would again measure up. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked his cream of her fingers, sighing at the earthy, musky taste of hot, virile male.

Carver, she thought, warmth and desire spreading through her. Who could have imagined.

The next day, Varric was the first to notice she was moving a bit stiffly, as if she was sore. And she was. It would take her body days to recover, to find her usual grace and speed.
“Ah, Rivaini,” the dwarf said, his eyes twinkling in amusement, “had a rough ride last night?”
A pleased, lustful smile lit up her face. She was sore, but it had been worth it.
“Sure did, Varric. Sure did...” she drawled, noticing that Carver was avoiding her eyes and blushing slightly pink.
“So it was you we heard screaming after Junior here left!” Varric laughed and Isabela noticed a look of annoyance pass over Carver’s face at the nickname.
She whirled on Varric, her own eyes narrowed, and lifted a finger to him.
“Don’t call him Junior!” she said menacingly. “His name is Carver! And he is a man!”
Varric stood watching her, perplexed. A second later, he got it. Hawke started laughing as Isabela passed next to Carver and pinched his ass, making him blush and then growl at her. They all saw her shoot him a lustful, dreamy look before gingerly moving up ahead to speak to Merrill, her movements still a bit slow and clumsy.
“Oh,” Varric said. “Ohhh...oh, OH! I get it! Wait! Rivaini! Don’t go!” he rushed after her, drawing a parchment and a quill form his pockets. “Rivaini! Details, I want details! Wait, damn you!”

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