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- 1-Dragon Age: Depravity
- 2-Earning Passage
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This chapter and many others like it will harken back to some of Hawkes previous sexcapades in Kirkwall, starting with Athenril in the gallows after just escaping the blight in ferelden.

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Hawke couldn’t believe he was thinking this, but he honestly wished he had stayed in Ferelden, anything but this constant boredom of sitting and waiting in the gallows courtyard. At first it was tolerable, fights breaking out where he couldn’t use magic, and instead resorting to using his stave as a melee weapon. Not to mention all the glances he was catching from interested females eyeing up the significant bulge from his tight leather pants. Leandra was always open about sexual behaviour, even when they were youngsters from her teachings of how such things worked. Aside from the odd embarrassing case of her being too honest, and remarking that her boys took after their father, something Hawke wished he didn’t have to hear. Carver had stopped his whining about his elder brothers exhibitionist tendencies. All that was left then was to enjoy Avelines attempts at disguising her oft lengthy stares at his crotch.

Hawke could hard contain his wide grin of amusement as he spied her at it again. She was still hurting after having to put her husband down or lose him to the taint of course. However, Hawke could only imagine their marriage wasn’t exactly the most “liberated” of sorts, given he was a Templar and a zealot at that. He hated the thought of how long it must have been since the poor woman last got to blow off steam, and if it wasn’t so soon after her loss he would have simply jumped right in and volunteered himself for the fine warrior to have a good ride on. Yes, Hawke had to admit, he was glad they had found Aveline – and while it was no surprise due to his appreciation for all women, he found her beautiful in a way he was not oft able to explore in most women he would wish to bed.

Still, thoughts for another time, as Hawke was drawn from his daydreams and Aveline from devouring Hawkes cock with her eyes as the slimy oaf Gamlen at last returned.

“Ah dearest uncle, impeccable timing. I would wager I would only just be on the verge of escaping by now if Id tunnelled out tooth and nail. Glad to see waiting for you has turned out to be the slightly quicker option of the two.”

“Leandra you would do well to tell that son of yours to bite his forked tongue if he wants a way out of here” the grey haired buffoon grumbled.

In response Leandra could only manage to admonish Hawke with a worried frown before waiting to see what her brother had in store. He laid it out for them, how he had two contacts willing to cover their fee for entering if they had their services for a year.
Personally, after the absolute tedium of waiting in the gallows these last few days Hawke couldn’t be happier with this turn of events. Gamlen explained that it was either work for someone named Meeran and his mercenary band, Hawke crinkled his nose at that, or the other option being an elf by the name of Athenril and her band of smugglers. Hawkes ears pricked up and the mention of one being female, but before he got ahead of himself, he questioned Avelines take. Thankfully she seemed accepting of either course, so long as they got in the city.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Carver spat.

“Hmm, well unless by ‘say’ you mean, ‘how best to whine about our predicament’ then no, you don’t get a say”.

“Why you arrogant, slimy ba-” the younger Hawkes rant was quickly cut short.

“Carver, listen to your elder brother!”

Hawke hit Carver with one of his best shit-eating grins at that moment. Bless his mother for always coming down on his side, Hawke mused to himself. He knew full well she loved her younger son, but just like himself and poor Bethany, everyone in the family knew about Carvers position as the family whiner.

Without further ado they set off to the other end of the gallows to meet with this Athenril. Upon arriving Hawke once again showered praises upon lady luck for so often smiling upon him, adding in a few lewd promises for just exactly what she could do to Hawke should their paths ever cross. Athenril in the mean time seemed to be quite enjoying eyeing up her latest prize. Dealing with that little weasel Gamlen had never paid off so well for her. If this strapping young shemlen Hawke was half as skilled as she had been told he would be a valuable asset, and on top of that she was certain to enjoy coaxing plenty of sexual favours out of him to boot: good business and good pleasure.

The two elven bodyguards flanking her looked none too pleased, clearly guessing at just where this was likely to end up. Hawke certainly was no stranger to the elven male hostility that doubtless came from so many Shemlen bedding elven women and leaving them pregnant with a human babe. To his credit Hawke had only done this once previously, but he had made a note to himself to enjoy as much again in the future.

“Well well, you must be Gamlens promising nephew.” Athenril quipped. “He certainly speaks highly enough of you”. She arched an eyebrow at that moment.

Hawke chuckled at that, stroking his chin slowly, advancing flanked by Aveline and Carver. “Well, my uncle must certainly wish to impress your good self if he is willing speak highly of me in your presence. The lecherous worm is unable to say a good word about me when Im there”.

“Well then, we will just have to get you to work to see what all the fuss is about, hmm?” She hit the still grinning Hawke with a smile of her own and a questioning look, and he bowed his head in acceptance.

Sure enough, she had a mundane enough errand for them to run, involving getting some withheld gold from a local toad of a merchant, making money off of refugees misery. Hawke clearly had the build of a warrior himself, and the physicality and prowess to back it up often enough, so he would have been quite capable of scaring the whelps into submission himself, but he had to admit it was simply too tempting watching Aveline scare the misers into submission. In no time they had the purse of gold and were back in front of Athenril waiting for their ticket into Kirkwall.

“Hmm, very good. Well your two friends have certainly proved their worth, and can enter the city. You however” she pointed a delicate elven finger in Hawkes direction, “you Im not sure about yet.”

Hawke faked at being wounded, while Aveline looked horrified, clearly not grasping the undercurrent. Neither did Carver, who to his credit looked rather smug and satisfied at this turn of events.

“Well there must be *something* I can do to prove myself, surely….”

Anthenril nearly let slip a giggle at just how suggestive he was being. “Very well, follow me and we can discuss just exactly what service you can be to my organisation.” And with that, she dismissed her lackeys and set off with Hawke in tow. Carver headed back for his mother and uncle, grumbling about his brother finally getting the treatment he deserves, clearly tired of his brother always hogging the limelight. Aveline couldn’t let Hawke wander off with this dangerous elven smuggler – not without backup, so she quietly set off after them, sticking to the shadowed corners of the gallows.

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Hawkes manhood was growing by the second as the sultry little elf was strutting before him. His growing discomfort at his restrained monster in his pants was increased tenfold when Anthril bent over before him to deposit the recently acquired purse with the gold pieces into a boot compartment. He took it all in – her pale, dainty elven backside, and her petite frame perfectly positioned for mating before him. She also wore a pair of splendid bright red lace knickers. Probably acquired from some fancy noble womans set of draws on a burglary one night. Athenril looked back over her shoulder then, at Hawkes crotch, looking ready to burst at the moment. He didn’t put it off any longer, releasing his towering manhood into the cool evening air. She gasped at that sight of it, unable to wait any longer so she moved toward the nearest pillar, pressing her palms against it and spreading her legs wide. In an instant Hawke shot forward and gently relieved her of the expense red lace underwear, slipping it into his pocket. Pressing the tip of his member against her hot, pink lips, he gave her a moment to brace herself and then pushed.

Meanwhile, in the shadows moving closer towards them, Aveline was in deep thought. She had to do this, if for no other reason than his own flesh and blood left him to sort it out for himself. The fact that in the short time she had known the young man she had grown very fond of him, even in the wake of poor Wesleys death, was a big factor. Also that she found him ridiculously attractive. Not to mention endowed. Definitely endowed well, and sod it, it had be months since she last had a decent release. Letting those feelings influence her into watching out of a friend was only a good thing. When she finally got into a position where she could see the pair however, she realised just how little Hawke needed watching out for at the moment.

Heat immediately surged in two separate directions: one to her cheeks, the other to her nether region. There was the handsome young stood, with their new elven accomplice bent over him being skewered by that wondrous shaft. Aveline almost shook her head in disbelief. She had been secretly admiring the young mans cock when it was flaccid and in his pants. Now in its full glory and revealed to her, it was all she could do not to squat down and start pleasuring herself right there. Guilt tried to come into play, that she shouldn’t be spying on him like this. That she shouldn’t betray Wesleys memory so soon, but her primal instincts won out. Bugger it all, she would enjoy this moment as much as she could. Moving silently towards them, she got as close as she dared before dropping her pants around her ankles and pleasuring herself right there.

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While Aveline set about furiously masturbating, rubbing her sensitive clit with the calloused fingertips of her left hand while plunging several fingers from her right deep into her cunt, she was blissfully unaware that Hawke could quite clearly sense her presence. Just when Hawke thought he couldn’t enjoy this moment any more, as he watched his entire length plunge into the magnificent elven womanhood presented before him, Aveline had to come along and make the moment even more enjoyable. The distance between them clearly wouldn’t do however, as he wanted Aveline to clearly see what he was doing, and see what he was going to do soon enough. He slipped his hands under Athenrils legs and the knees and scooped her up, still fully sheathed within her, her weight only pressing her down atop him more, forcing him a little deeper causing her to groan in pleasure.

Elven cunts truly were remarkable, as the size difference between the lovers was significant, yet somehow she accommodated the shems size as if she were made for it. As Hawke picked her up and moved her towards a pillar only mere metres away from Avelines concealed position however, she froze in shock, beginning to think about what a bad idea this was and just how embarrassing succumbing to her desires might end up. She could only stand there, as attempt to escape would clearly let them know she was there. What happened next however somehow managed to make her already soaked pussy even more wet and send a jolt of depraved pleasure through her even though she had stopped rubbing herself.

Hawke very slowly and carefully set the almost pleasure drunk Athenril down in front of a new pillar so she was unable to see who was watching, and then he turned back towards Aveline looking her dead in the eye, and winked. Then his gaze lowered, to her hands at her womanhood. She was stunned for a second before she set about herself even more vigorously as Hawke watched her and she watched him.

Near half an hour passed where orgasm after orgasm wracked Athenril and Aveline both, almost becoming an unknown game between the two over just who come cum the most times. Hawkes first major disappointment of the night was being unable to her Avelines breathless, stifled groans each time she climaxed. He couldn’t afford to be ungrateful however, not with things going like this. The unbelievable heat and tightness of Athenrils pussy as is continuously massaged nearly every inch of Hawkes huge cock was beginning to take its toll however, and his quite groans clearly let Athenril know he was close. She slipped one hand back between her legs, leaving the other to steady herself along with Hawkes hands on her hips, as she slowly massaged those near enough apple sized testicles with her soft, delicate elven fingertips.

She was prepared for what was coming next and the consequences, even welcoming the prospect, in every way bar the volume. Hawke pulled her tightly against him, his cock shoved deep within her as an explosion of cum set off inside her. Anthenril could only marvel at the sensation, her cunt quivering in anticipation at the prospect of all this shemlen seed being deposited within, her mind racing with thoughts of a strong, healthy shemlen child of her own. The sensation of the hot seed travelling back as her overstuffed elven pussy had no room left, already accommodating the giant cock within, found an escape around the edge of the cock, blasting past her pussy lips. Hawke watched, mesmerised as his crotch and lower stomach as well as Athenrils thighs and buttocks were coated with his seed. Even her delicate brown elven pucker was obscured from his view. No matter, as Hawke decided would make that tight hole well acquainted with his cock in the coming months.

His attention was shifted momentarily as Avelines resistance gave up, when her final orgasm came after witnessing the virile spectacle of Hawke so obviously impregnating Athenril with such a copious load of seed, and she cried out in pleasure. For her part, Athenril didn’t even register, being so drunk on pleasure. Finally Hawke pulled back, against resistance from Anthenrils quim, not eager to let the monster go, as she whined at the sensation of being less full. Hawke watched as, with a delightful slurping sound, his cockhead slipped from from Athenrils gaping womanhood and a thick river of seed was expelled, remarkably only a small amount in comparison to the overall volume he had ejaculated within her. This was particularly when Athenril finally stood up straight, if a little wobbly, and turned to display the slight bulge on her lower abdomen; a clear sign of her cum stuffed womb.

After a brief and futile attempt at cleaning herself up, she departed with a kiss and promise that she would be getting plenty more from Hawke over the course of the next year. Hawke then stood there, his semi-erect, cum soaked member still displayed proudly in the open, if not fully at attention. He could hear laboured breaths coming from Avelines hiding place.

“Are you going to come out, you Ginger Minx, or am I going to have to come round there and fetch you?”

The only response was an increase in the laboured, almost gasping breaths.

“Fine. Ready or not here I come.” He swiftly rounded the corner to see Aveline much the way she was before, only clearly exhausted and unable to pleasure herself further, leaning desperately against the pillar for support, her pants still around her ankles, with her sword and shield placed beside her. Her half lidded eyes fixated on the glistening shaft coated with seed in front of her.

“Allow me.” Hawke said, with Aveline still unable to respond.

He knelt down beside her, placing both hands on her muscled but still undeniably feminine rump, admiring the contrast between her pale skin, much like Hawkes own, and the delicate brown moles that dotted her rump. Hawke wanted to take it slow with Aveline, give things time to develop naturally, but right now he was simply too perverted and depraved not to take advantage of the situation. Aveline sighed softly as his roaming hands slopped exploring her buttocks momentarily to allow him to plant several delightful kisses all over those toned cheeks of hers. Her gentle signs soon stopped however, turning into a groan of both shame and repressed pleasure being set free as Hawke swiftly parted the cheeks, revealing Avelines dark beautiful anus to him. Without a word of warning never mind a customary quip Hawke buried his face into Avelines ass, thrusting his tongue against her sensitive pucker.

She immediately released a shriek of shamed delight that was sure to set some of the inhabitants of the keep wondering what on earth was going on. As much loved and treasured her marriage to Wesley, she could have never in her wildest dreams been able to imagine fulfilling such a dark and depraved fantasy such as this before now. She knew the chantry laws against this form of forbidden pleasure, but as Hawkes tongue swirled circles around her tight opening, that was in turn why she was so unable to resist. Her clit was simply too oversensitive right now for her to consider giving it any attention so she settled for clawing at the stone pillar with the hand of her left and forcing Hawkes head even harder against her ass with her right.

Hawke continued to tease her sphincter with his tongue for a time before relenting, pulling back to admire the saliva slicked hole, her asshole winking slightly from Hawke forcing his tongue past the tight rim several times. Her ass cheeks still wonderfully spread before his face he kissed her pucker once more before standing again and pulling Avelines arms at the wrists, forcing her hands to spread her cheeks much as he had just done. Taking his thick, fully erect shaft in his right hand he began to jerk it swiftly. With his left arm he pushed down on Avelines back forcing her to bend down with her ass sticking further back against him. He pressed the tip of his cock against her slick brown pucker and leant forward to whisper in her ear, his voice hitching slightly as he continued to furiously jerk the member.

“I want nothing more than to shove this deep into you right now, let my cock explore deep into your ass, Aveline. But that will have to wait. Instead, you can savour this, and remember it for next time.”

Pressing hard against her opening, Hawke pushed until only the head passed her rim, slipping in nicely. There he kept it, nestled in the heat of her ass while he jerked the shaft. Soon enough, Aveline groaned in delight as she felt the warmth of his cum herself this time. For several moments Hawke let his deluge of seed flood her ass, and then when he felt she was sufficiently stuffed, he pulled the head of his cock free with a pop, blasting her anus and buttocks with the remainder of his seed, coating it completely.

He stopped then to once more admire the spectacle of Avelines cum coated rear, with her still bent over with both hands spreading her cheeks wide. Hawke pushed down on her back once more, forcing her to strain a little as she bent further still, eliciting a wet fart as she expelled a few globs of thick cum from her ass as they slopped on the floor with much of the rest of the cum not contained within her rear.

“Ah, ah, ah! Save that till later. You have to carry my cum around up your ass for the rest of the day before you can blow it out.”

She groaned as an affirmative, with Hawke then standing her up straight, and pulling her pants back up, making sure to cover her now similarly glistening, cum slicked ass. Cleaning themselves as best they could, and trying not to look too dishevelled, they set off back to find Carver, Leandra and Gamlen, and try to figure out an excuse as the other test Hawke was set to explain where they had been all this time. All the while Hawke tried to suppress fantasies of how things would play out over the next 12 months, with both Athenril and Aveline bearing his children and exploring dark, pleasurable sex with both of them seperately.

He had no idea how close to reality those fantasies would become.

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Well, there you have it: another perverse, disgusting, badly written, unrealistic, probably quite laughable smut fest. I rather shamelessly enjoyed writing it, even knowing how bad it is. Apologies for any stupid spelling and grammar mistakes, this is a seat of the pants kind of thing so that’s just how it is, and I dont have time to correct any of it.

Anyway, I may well decide next to begin another story as a sequel to one I did on FF.net. I may also reupload it here if I still have everything. Regardless, it’s a maleshep/Liara story which obviously means it is mass effect. After ive done some of that when Im in the mood I will probably add some more to this. Aveline is the next to get knocked up by Hawke obviously, with a fair few more to come afterwards including Merrill and eventually Isabela (post Kirkwall of course).
Hope you enjoyed -sorry if you didn’t.
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