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Caged Minds	By : Tanwen Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 11564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Leliana kept her face calm as she watched Mahariel and Morrigan getting ushered out by the mage — Rolen's — rather unsettling servants. She knew that many looked at her and saw only a pretty face, heard only her Orlesian accent.
But she was not just Orlesian, she was an Orlesian bard, and that gave her a set of skills that most did not expect her to have.
This man knew something about them, obviously. If he knew she was a bard, he would be prepared for it. And if he did not, that was something that she might be able to use against him.
"Perhaps it is that you just wanted to get me alone, no?" Leliana asked, deliberately playing up the accent, choosing the sentence structure that sounded the most Orlesian. "You know I have a weakness for older men."
That was a lie — her weakness was for older women, as evidenced by her relationship with Marjolaine, but she wanted to see how he would respond.
Rolen made an elaborate gesture with his hand, and the marble doors that Morrigan and Mahariel had exited through swung shut. Then he stood from his throne and came over to her. He touched her wrists, and she felt something warm pulse through her body.
"It is true that I wished to get you alone," he murmured in her ear before he straightened. "Come. Your friends are being made more comfortable. I can hardly deny you the same courtesy."
Leliana followed him back to the throne. She swayed her hips and allowed her breasts to bounce up and down. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap in a smooth gesture, and she gave what she hoped was a sufficiently girlish giggle.
"You are not concerned with the lack of freedom?" Rolen asked, putting an arm around her back as her legs draped over one side of the throne.
Leliana giggled again. "What is freedom, but being able to do what you want?" she asked. "And … ooh … I very much want to be here, right now."
"Such a charming young woman," Rolan murmured, reaching his free hand up up to play with her hair as he had before. Leliana moved closer to him.
She wasn't actually sure which one of them technically initiated the kiss, but it didn't matter.
The danger of playing the Game in this manner was that it was easy to get sucked under by the responses of one's body. Leliana was walking a fine line between giving the interest of appearance and enjoyment, and keeping herself alert to everything that Rolen was doing.
The hand that had been holding her in place started to roam across her bare back, the light touch causing a shiver to run up her spine. She gave what she hoped was an encouraging moan.
Rolen slid his tongue inside her mouth where it met hers, dancing lightly around her mouth. The fine line that she was walking became even finer. Leliana had been trained to use seduction as a tool. Surely she wasn't so out of practice that she was letting this man overcome her, as though the naive Orlesian facade was in fact the truth.
Leliana broke the kiss so that she could adjust herself. The throne was rather wide, with more than enough room for her to straddle him and still be comfortable. Leliana smiled as she placed her hands on his chest, feeling the tight muscles underneath his loose robes.
"Don't fall, now," Rolen murmured softly. "I couldn't stand it if you hurt that pretty little head of yours."
"I assure you, I am quite good at keeping my balance," Leliana said, giving him another empty giggle.
"That," Rolen replied, his hands easily sliding under the fabric that was a poor excuse for a shirt, "is very good news."
His grasp on her breasts was firm, insisting, and Leliana forgot herself and yielded to the pleasure his touch brought to her. The moan she gave was long, and genuine. She realized her error a few moments later and tried desperately to regain her clearheadedness.
Rolen's breath was hot on the side of her neck, his lips resting a hair's width away from her ear. "Those are some delightful sounds you are making, lovely Leliana. Wouldn't you like to see what effect they are having on me?"
Her hands moved downwards, finding the top of his trousers and sliding them off him. Leliana let out a gasp when she saw his erection, felt it pressing into her inner thigh. It was … such a cliche … that was bad, for some reason. She didn't know why.
Rolen slid her panties down until she was able to kick them out of the way, then guided her hips until she was positioned over his erection. Leliana didn't protest. Didn't try to stall, to get him as aroused as herself, to take back the advantage that had somehow slipped away from her. Everything that she was feeling — her senses, her reactions — was somehow dulled.
Except her arousal.
Except her need to have his thick cock inside her.
His hands tightened on her hips. She slid downwards.
Leliana's head tilted back and she moaned in pure abandon. His cock filled her, sending shivers of delight through her, encouraging her to press herself downward, increase the contact. She grasped the arms of his throne tightly to give herself additional leverage. She wanted more. Neededmore.
Rolen's hands stayed firmly on her hips, still guiding her, moving her up and down. On one of the down-strokes the tip of his cock found her clit.
Her breathing hitched. She felt her climax hit her, unexpectedly hard; she'd been unaware of just how close he'd brought her in such a short period of time.
If she'd been coherent enough to care, that would have been yet another point of concern.
Since she wasn't, it was a point of sheer delight.
Leliana gave herself over to pure physical movement, the little erratic movements that came from seeking every last bit of pleasure from a joining. His hands kept her firmly in place, kept her moving back and forth. She felt his seed filling her up, a physical warmth to add to the feeling of utter satisfaction she was feeling in these last few moments of her climax.
Rolen kissed the side of her neck, murmuring soft endearments that barely registered with her in this pleasant haze. His arms closed around her back and he lifted her up, carrying her to the back of the throne room and a door she hadn't noticed before.
The door was made of the same marble as the rest of the room and seemed to just disappear as he walked towards it. Then they were in a bedroom, lavishly furnished, a broad four-poster bed at the center. Rolen laid her down on the bed and straddled her, his weight pinning her to the bed. He reached one hand underneath his robe and pulled out a pendant — a silver chain, with a pale blue jewel hanging from the center.
Rolen undid the clasp on the pendant and held it over Leliana's head, then let it go. The blue jewel hovered just above her head, glowing softly from within. The sight naturally drew her eye, and once she'd glanced at it she found it hard to look away. It was relaxing, taking the usual post-coital contentment and somehow seeming to amplify it.
"Look at the light," Rolen told her. "Let it fill you. Let it take your thoughts away."
Leliana felt her eyes opening wider, her lips parting to let out a soft exhalation. Her gaze was now firmly locked onto the stone. When she breathed in, the light grew brighter; when she breathed out, it dimmed slightly. Fascinating.
"The light empties your mind," Rolen said. His tone was soft, coaxing, his body still warm against hers. His hands rested on her stomach, fingertips moving gently across her skin. "Makes you feel good. Opens your mind to me. To my words. It feels good to listen to my words."
Leliana let out a soft sigh. The light was so compelling. She wanted to keep looking at it. It was making her feel good. She had to keep looking.
"You want to listen to me."
Rolen had a nice voice. She liked listening to him. She felt like he could have said anything and she would have enjoyed listening to him.
"My words bring you pleasure. My voice brings you pleasure."
Leliana's body was completely limp, completely relaxed. Her awareness had shrunk to the light that was still hovering over her head, the feel of Rolen's body against hers, the sound of his voice, his words that were making her feel good, so good, so…
"And now your mind is open to me, completely open, and my words become your thoughts."
Fingertips gently touching, exploring her skin, sending pleasant tingles throughout her body, keeping her body relaxed and content. Leliana sighed again.
"My words are your thoughts."
"Yes," Leliana murmured. She felt like she needed to say that. To affirm it. As she did, she felt another shiver run through her.
"Very good," Rolen purred. His hands came up to caress her breasts. In her current state, she registered it as a soft increase of her general contentment. "My words are your thoughts. I control your thoughts."
Her mind was empty. Rolen had made sure of that. There was nothing there but his words. She heard them, and they flowed into her, and they became her thoughts.
"I control your thoughts."
Rolen put more pressure on her breasts, adding more physical pleasure to the internal warmth that his words and the light were creating. "I," he said, his voice growing deeper and richer, "control your thoughts."
"You control my thoughts." The words spilled out from her mouth without any conscious decision on her part.
"Good." Rolen leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. "Very, very good, Leliana. How are you feeling?"
"Warm. Good." Leliana smiled weakly.
Rolen kissed her neck again, lower than he had before. "I control your thoughts. I control you."
Leliana was lost in the blue light, in her increasing arousal. She could tell that he wanted her to repeat the words. She knew that her repetition was doing … something. Increasing that inner warmth she felt when he told her what to think.
"Control…" she breathed.
"I control your desire." Rolen moved up, nibbling gently at her earlobe. "I control your thoughts."
Leliana moaned, her back arching up against Rolen's body. His hands slid down to her hips, then her stomach, teasing at the area that had suddenly become more sensitive. "I know this is making you feel good, lovely Leliana," he purred. "I'm making you feel good. I control your desire. Your thoughts."
"Yes. Yes." Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her.
"You want more of this?"
She moaned again, tried to make her mouth say something that would make her feelings clear.
"I control you."
"You control me."
As they had before, the words slipped out without her deciding to say them. They had been automatic, like some kind of … instinctive reflex.
"Oh, that is very, very good," Rolen said. His hands dipped lower, fingertips resting lightly on her skin, sending a delighted shiver through her. "So pleasing. Say it again for me, Leliana."
Leliana felt herself heating up, her vision constricting even further. The blue light was the only thing she could see. His voice was the only thing she could hear.
Her desire was the only thing she could feel.
"You control me." Her voice was stronger, more confident. She felt the truth of the words as soon as she spoke them.
"Yes, Leliana." Rolen slid himself down a few inches, giving him access to her most sensitive area. She let out an excited mew, already starting to anticipate what more he was going to do. "Feel the words sinking into your mind. It excites to you to be under my control."
Leliana whimpered again, agreeing with his words.
His fingers slid inside her. "The more aroused you become, the more open your mind becomes…the easier it becomes for you to accept my words as truth."
She pressed herself against him, hips lifting off the bed. He was very good with his fingers, quickly finding the spots that made her moan and whimper.
"You are always this open to me, when you are aroused."
He was bringing her to the brink, and she welcomed it, welcomed the chance to completely lose herself in how wonderful she was feeling …
"I control your desire."
"You — you control me," Leliana panted.
Rolen moaned. It took her a second to realize that it wasn't her moan, because it sounded as aroused and needy as one she might have made. "And it makes you feel good, so good, to know how deeply controlled you are…"
She whined loudly, trying to persuade him without words to give her the release that her body was demanding.
"How much you want me to fill your mind with my thoughts…"
"Please," she managed to beg, somehow finding it within her to form that single word. "Please, please."
His other hand roamed up and down her legs, caressing, adding to her pleasure. "One more time for me, lovely Leliana, one more time, and you'll have what you need. Say it for me."
She would have done anything for him, in that instant.
"You control me."
"You're going to climax for me in a moment," Rolen said, his voice sounding ragged and uneven. "And when you do, you'll hear those words repeating over and over inside your mind. You will feel the truth of them. You will know it is inescapable." He paused. "And it will make you feel better than you ever have before, better than you could have ever imagined.
"Now, Leliana."
A mere day ago, Leliana wouldn't have believed it was possible to orgasm on command. Now, she knew it to be a truth as deep as the other one that was burning itself into her mind. Rolen controls me. Rolen controls me.
The thoughts kept her body moving, her mouth moaning, as much as the physical sensation of Rolen's fingers inside her. She fucked his hand as hard as she'd ever fucked anything in her life, her body moving to a mindless rhythm. The words repeating inside her head set the cadence. Rolen controls me. Rolen controls me. It feels good. It feels so good.
Eventually — and she couldn't have said exactly how long it was that her climax lasted — Leliana fell back against the sheets, sweating, panting, completely spent. Her eyes closed to allow her to better bask in the warm afterglow. She felt Rolen's fingers withdrawing from inside her, his other hand coming up to brush against her hair. "Your mind is still open," he murmured softly.
Leliana hummed contentedly, smiling in his general direction. Opening her eyes felt like too much effort.
"Ready to receive my words."
"Your words are my thoughts," Leliana replied.
"Oh, lovely Leliana." Rolen kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding inside her mouth. She returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm as she could muster in her current drained state.
He broke the kiss and resumed stroking her hair. "You've done so well. Your little game of trying to play me was an amusing one. It shows there is more to you than just a pretty face and a keen eye. That's good, Leliana. That is very, very good."
She felt a burst of happiness inside her, bubbling up somewhat unexpectedly. She didn't understand why, but that didn't matter.
"Now." He flicked his wrist, and the stone was back, hanging over her head. Her eyes were drawn to the soft blue light, and she let out a happy sigh.
"The light draws out your resistance," Rolen said. "The light washes away the parts of you that are not mine. As your resistance vanishes, your pleasure increases."
Leliana wouldn't have thought that there was any resistance. And maybe there wasn't; maybe the light was pleasing in and of itself, filling her body with a comforting warmth.
And once again, that didn't matter in the least.
"Now your resistance is gone, and you are mine utterly." The light grew brighter, stronger, until it completely filled her vision. It drove everything else away from her awareness.
There was only the light.
There was only his voice.
"I am your Master. You will obey."
The light gave her a vision that unfolded in her mind as though it were a particularly vivid memory. Leliana saw herself kneeling before him in his throne room, an adoring smile on her face as she gazed up at him. Mahariel and Morrigan walked in, their hands unbound, their faces as bright and eager as hers. She rose from her kneeling position and went to greet her friends — kissing first Morrigan, and then Mahariel, her hands roaming freely across her friends' bodies. The other two made happy moaning sounds. She knew that in a few more minutes all three of them would be collapsed on the floor, losing themselves in mindless pleasure —
As their Master watched.
"You are my Master. I will obey." Leliana seemed to hear her own voice from a distance. It was a curiously flat voice, empty of all emotion, all tone. Monotonous.
Obedient.
"You are my slave."
"I am your slave." She felt a little thrill at that, at putting it in such a simple, yet definitive, statement. Acknowledging the power that he had over her.
"Your only purpose is to serve me. Your only desire, to please me."
"My only purpose is to serve you. My only desire, to please you."
"Again, Leliana. From the beginning."
The light still filled her vision, still radiating the warmth that seemed to bypass her skin and go straight to her core. Filling her with pleasure.
"You are my Master. I will obey. I am your slave. My only purpose is to serve you. My only desire, to please you." With each phrase that slipped out of her mouth, the warmth from the light spread, until it was everywhere. Holding her in a state of complete openness, complete bliss.
"Good. Good." Rolen ran his hands over her legs, lingering on her thighs, still sticky with her juices. "One more time for me, lovely one."
Leliana closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of his pleasure and the light inside of her. "You are my Master," she said happily. "I will obey. I am your slave. My only purpose is to serve you. My only desire, to please you."
"Pay close attention to my words, now, Leliana."
"Yes, Master." Eagerness filled her voice as she squirmed under his touch.
"I am going to give you a phrase. When you hear me say that phrase, you will instantly become helplessly aroused. Horny and desperate for release." His hard shaft nudged at her entrance. She whimpered softly, already beginning to feel some of what he was describing. "No matter where you are or what you are doing, the phrase will have that effect on you." She felt his hands running up her sides, fingertips gently tracing the outline of her form. "That includes right now."
"Yes, Master."
"Ha'mi'lin. Juveran na su tarasyl."
Leliana had thought that the light inside her was warm. It had been nothing compared to the raging inferno that sprung up when Rolen — when Master — spoke those words. She cried out, feeling desperate, completely overcome with desire. "Master," she whimpered. "I need you inside me. Please."
"Are you truly so eager, my slave?" her Master asked, agonizingly close to entering her. She wished he would cross that final barrier. She knew that he was aroused, and that fact was contributing to the intense desire running through her body. The fact that she had pleased him, as he had told her she must.
"I am, yes, please, I need you," Leliana babbled. Her hands came up to stroke his skin, enjoying how smooth it felt beneath her fingertips. She wanted to feel him pressed against her. She wanted to feel every inch of him covering every inch of her.
Master leaned in and kissed her neck. "I suppose there's only one way to find out."
When he slid inside her, Leliana grasped at his shoulders, pulling him close and beginning to move against him at a frenzied pace. She had come near to climaxing with just that entrance, with the joy of feeling his thick shaft pressing against her oh-so-sensitive areas. Her forehead came to rest against his shoulder.
Her Master gently laid her back down on the bed, keeping their bodies close together, placing his hands against the headboard for better leverage as he thrust into her. Leliana gripped his back, her fingernails digging into her skin, riding a wave of pure ecstasy. She was obeying Master. Pleasing Master. Fulfilling both her purpose and her desire.
She was lost — in him, to him — and she was sure that she'd never felt better in her entire life.
Eventually, her movements stilled, and she was content to be held against him, his lips brushing over her forehead, and then down to her cheeks. "I would say that worked," he commented.
"Mmm," Leliana said in agreement, her eyes closed.
"One more thing, dear Leliana, and then you may rest," Master said. "You are completely devoted to me now, yes?"
"Of course, Master." She reached up to steal a gentle kiss from his lips.
"But you are otherwise yourself. You will maintain your personality and mannerisms; your likes and dislikes." He put enough force behind his words for her to know it was an order.
Leliana wasn't in any state of mind to question that desire of his. She could only obey. "I am still myself, Master," she said, since that was the answer he seemed to want. She could feel the truth of it. "I am grateful that you did not turn me into a mindless slut."
"Where is the fun in that?" Master laughed and gently pulled himself off of her, sliding down to lay next to her on the bed. "Rest now, Leliana. Later, we will work on having your friends join you as my devoted slaves."
The prospect thrilled her, and she went to sleep with a smile on her face.
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