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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            Douglas glared at her, but removed his clothes, and when they saw the large scar on his chest, she asked, "Oh my, did we give you that?"
            "The Coterie wishes they were worthy enough for me to bear a mark like this."
            The man named Brekker took a step toward him, punching him in the ribs near his scar, Douglas grunting as the air exited his lungs. The woman said, "On your knees," and Douglas obeyed, trying to gasp for breath. "Now show my man how much you want this and be careful with those teeth; if you're dead, he'll still go to prison."
            Douglas bared his fangs, rasping out, "Oh, I'll be careful."
            She presented her palm, "Take them out."
            "Easier said than done."
            The butt of the pistol quickly came toward his mouth but stopped just shy of actually connecting, "Do it, or I'll do it for you." It took some effort but he was finally able to pry the fangs off his teeth, placing them in his pocket of his discarded slacks, and her palm landed squarely across his cheek at the disobedience. "Is this how it's going to be, Douglas? We went from what could have been an enjoyable evening, to me now considering letting my man take you and going back on my word anyway. So start playing nice, or while he has himself buried in you to the hilt, I'll go have a chat with Captain Hendyr."
            She motioned with the pistol for him to get to work, and Douglas crawled forward on his knees as the man pushed the bottom half of his costume down. He tried to banish all thought from his mind as he placed his lips around the semi hard cock, fighting the urge to throw up as the smell and taste of stale sweat and God knew what else hit his nose and tongue. Douglas worked his way slowly forward, but two large hands clasped the sides of head and hips and started thrusting into his mouth. As the man got harder, Douglas started to gag. The choking sounds seemed to only spur Brekker on, shoving himself forcefully into Douglas' mouth. Douglas fought for air, but tried to remain calm not, wanting to give the bitch any reason to go against her word. He knew the Coterie wouldn't have sent their only proof, but if he could get them past tonight, this could all be dealt with.
After several minutes with Douglas horrifiedly hoping the man would get off so this could be over with, the woman instructed them to stop. The man grabbed his head harder, forcing his hips into Douglas' face as hard as he could and shoving himself down Douglas' throat, pinning his head there. After several seconds, Douglas started to struggle, pressing at the man's hips, but Brekker clamped down harder. Douglas pressed his teeth down slightly, and the man quickly retreated before backhanding Douglas and sending him sprawling across the floor.
            The woman sighed disappointedly, "Oh, Douglas, that pretty face is definitely gonna have a bruise now. Come here, and let me have a look." Douglas shook the stars from his vision, and wobbly got back up to his knees, "That's a good boy, come here. Just think of how proud he'll be to know what you have endured for him."
            Douglas shook his head, Right... proud... he'd be ashamed I didn't kill you both with my bare hands while bullets flew at my head. He crawled forward, looking up at her. She inspected it, giving the bruised cheek a small slap, "Such a pity. Stand up." Douglas got to his feet in front of her. "You'll probably want to brace yourself. Bend over my lap, I want to be able to watch your face as you enjoy my man."
            She leaned back slightly, propping herself on one arm as the gun was pointed at Douglas' chest, and he grabbed on to the desk on either side of her, glaring back. Hands grabbed his hips roughly as spit landed on his backside nowhere where it would need to be, "That should be enough, with a face as pretty as yours you have to be the bitch," Douglas' body tensed at the "warning" which did not help when the man's now dry again, solid cock thrust inside him in one swift moment, repeatedly meeting resistance only to retreat slightly and slam into him again, violating him deeper. Douglas gripped the desk so hard he's knuckles turned white, biting back any sound they wanted to clearly hear from him, but with the final thrust he started to scream out in agony, but a hand released his hips momentary, coming down hard in a fist against his ribs near his scar again.
            All the wind knocked out of him once more, he couldn't breathe as the man pounded merciless into him and the woman's fingers grabbed his face roughly, fingernails digging into his cheeks. "If you think this one is pretty, you should see Anders." Douglas, still trying to gasp for breath, looked at her wide eyed, and she smiled evilly back, "Oh, you thought we knew you liked men, but not which one. How very naive, Douglas." She looked past him to her partner, "He was the one dressed like the wizard, maybe we should take him home for dessert."
            The man grunted in answer while Douglas' hand snapped over and wrapped tightly around her throat in fury, his eyes aflame in pure hatred. He had upset the whole balance of the three people by moving his braced hand with her having lifted the one she was leaning against to threaten Anders and now trying to pry herself free, and the man's momentum slammed them all against the desk. The man quickly righted himself and the butt of the pistol came across the side of Douglas' head, sending sparks of pain shooting behind his eyes. The woman knocked his hand from her throat. The room started spinning for a moment, and he thought for a second he was going to pass out, which was the very last thing he wanted to do right now. The pistol now was shoved painfully under his chin, her voice a raspy hiss, "You are so lucky our orders were to leave your tore up ass alive."
            The man's own fury now spurred his thrusts, his fingers in a crushing hold on Douglas' hips. Douglas tried not to think about what was now working as a mild lubricant, and while his body started to tremble slightly from pain, he somehow managed to keep the shaking out of his voice and he gave the woman a smirk. "You do realize what you do now doesn't matter. One thing your bosses knew that you don't seem to is you're expendable. They knew one way or another you weren't going to make it out of this alive, and if they got lucky they wouldn't have to be the ones to clean up the mess."
            Fear ticked in her eyes, which spread Douglas' smirk a little wider while he silently hoped they would kill him now so they wouldn't have any reason to go after Anders. She shoved the pistol further into his jaw as her eyes squinted, and she clearly considered pulling the trigger. They both knew if she didn't do as she was ordered they would kill her, and Douglas knew whether he was dead or not the couple would be from his side. She seemed to want to take her chances and smirked back at him but told her partner, "Well, honey, you made him scream. Let's see if we can make him cry."
            What the hell was that supposed to mean? The man pulled out of him and Douglas almost sighed in relief. Torture then, he could take that. It wouldn't be the first time, although he thought the Coterie had learned its lesson when the bodies started to pile up and they never got anything out of him. Douglas and the woman stared at each other with their fake smiles and the man slid back into him more lubricated this time. A hand released one side of his hips and grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him to bend over further as she laid back. When the man brushed against Douglas' prostate, it dawned on him what they were trying to do and he tried to wrestle away. The gun pressed into his scar and she snarled, "Don't forget why you are doing this," and Douglas stopped struggling, the woman continuing in a more soothing tone. "Now at least you will get some enjoyment out of this, but you can think of Anders, we won't mind now. The quicker you just let go, the quicker we can all get out of here."
            There was no way he was giving her the satisfaction of him doing that, and he thought about all the things he use to for eleven years when he wanted to suppress the urges. Her hand wrapped around him, starting to pump along with the thrusting in his backside and much to Douglas horror his body betrayed him. Once he was hard, she laughed in delight and the gun painfully shoved into his ribs. She shifted her costume before positioning herself under him before sliding on to him with ease; obviously turned on by the events that had transpired already.
            Douglas wanted to be ill, more still when she started running her tongue along his face, Douglas' own hips being forced into hers. Douglas concentrated very hard on things that would turn him off, taking every bit of focus he had when all he wanted to do was insult them so they would just kill him while his body continued to betray him. Her moaning and the other man's grunting were helping, and when she clutched around him in orgasm, he jerked away in disgust, but his struggles were ceased when the pistol came down hard against the back of his head. He blacked out and when he had come to the hand that was around his neck was now around his waist keeping him upright and pulled against the other man. Douglas was starting to shake as his body had still been stimulated while he was unconscious, but regained his focus as the couple started to tire.
            The office door opened, "Douglas, what's ta..."
            All his focus was shattered as he looked toward the direction of the door, "Anders!" The pistol shoved painfully into Douglas' ribs from the opposite side of the room out of Anders' line of sight and the woman started moaning with more enthusiasm. His shocked brain shutdown and he wanted to tell Anders to run when his body finally fully betrayed him. "NO! FUCK!" he yelled out as he tensed up in release. The woman climaxed again as amber eyes filled with tears and the man groaned his own orgasm as Anders turned and bolted from the room. Douglas screamed after him in panic, "ANDERS!"
            The man pulled himself out of Douglas, yanking him into a standing position again, pistol still in his ribs and the woman stood in front of them. Douglas' face filled with shame as his own seed ran down her leg and the man's ran down his. The woman sneered at his expression, "Douglas, I am shocked. How anyone could be turned on by something so disgusting, you really should be ashamed of yourself."
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