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's thighs quivered, calves aching. She was slick with sweat, lips parted and drool slithering off her tongue as she gasped, moaned, and cried, fighting to keep her unfocused gaze on the woman seated over her.
Arms leather-bound behind her, Hawke tried to free them, but her muscles were like jelly and the binding was so tight, wrist to wrist, elbow to elbow. A heavy collar was wrapped around her neck, forcing her breath into shallow groans while her captor leered down at her.
“Apostate,” Meredith spat, Hawke feeling the saliva run down her cheek. She didn't care. The Knight-Commander had given her a simple command, “Suffer.”
And she did.
Hawke tried to glare at the other woman. There had been a time when she had looked the Knight-Commander in the eye and stood apart, maintaining her freedom in the face in the Chantry's decrees. She'd been powerful then, the Champion of Kirkwall, unafraid of the base cruelties that Meredith had been known for.
Meredith had long sought to chain Hawke and put the most famous Apostate in the Free Marches under the rule of law. They both knew it. Meredith had craved it for so long and finally, finally, they were here.
For what felt like the hundredth time Hawke reached out and tried to grab her magic, trying to steady her mind, but the jewelry Meredith had placed in her flesh tingled against her, sending throbbing waves of pleasure that robbed her of sense.
Three little rings, one for each nipple, one for her clit.
All chained together, all chained to the floor.
Varric had shown her such rings before, when she'd been a free woman. They'd been drinking in the Hanged Man and Isabella had made some comment about a sailor's pleasure and Varric had pulled out a ring and placed it on the table. They'd watched as it shook itself from one end of the bar to the other and giggled like children, very drunk, and Varric had laughed when Isabella had palmed the ring.
“I have more,” the dwarf had said. “My brother and I used to sell them through the Blooming Rose.”
Hawke had smirked and purchased one secretly later, letting both Anders and Fenris wear them to bed with her. Those nights had been fun.
These nights were anything but.
Meredith laughed as the throbbing robbed Hawke of sense. She would have fallen except for the ribbed pillar in her ass holding her upright, she sinking an inch on the hard length before forcing herself up. She was fucking her own ass in an effort to cum, whimpering under the teasing weight of torture, but there was no hope for her.
The Knight-Commander had seen to that.
It was agony, and she somehow still felt shame to be so thoroughly fucked and pleading in front of this much older woman. The cold stone in her ass felt like it would split her in to but she sank deeper on it, sometimes the lubrication of her own juices making it easier. She'd been leaking for weeks, some magic keeping her hydrated enough to soak her thighs and the floor below her, but not hydrated enough to cry.
She was close, so close again, when Meredith moved a small stone from her desk to the lyrium circle that Hawke had been placed within. The moment the stone touched the lyrium the magic that had pierced her faded, the pleasure fading with it. Cold assailed her sweating flesh, the memory of need keeping her tired limbs bouncing on the stone cock that she rode.
Bowing her head, tears staining her cheeks, Hawke felt her shallow gasps break into a long ragged sigh.
When she was shivering cool and almost capable of thinking again, Meredith reached down and picked up the stone, bringing the tormenting rings back to life.
The fragments of sense Hawke was quickly losing let her see the woman who had done this to her and she simpered, seeing that the Knight-Commander had traded her armor for a familiar finery.
“We confiscated this from your old home,” Meredith said, moving her chair closer to the circle and sticking her left foot out, patting Hawke's cheek with it. “It's of fine make, better than an Apostate like you ever deserved.”
Hawke leaned her face on the older woman's calf, slathering the warm skin with her tongue. The Knight-Commander smiled.
“Good little whore,” Meredith growled. “You know what to do, don't you? You know what you need. And if you want it, you know what I'm going to make you do, don't you?”
Hawke shuddered and nodded, long since defeated.
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Well, that took forever. This story is done; I'm editing the final chapters now and should have them up later this week, with the next bit some other things to follow. Thank you for your patience. All comments and reviews are appreciated and will be responded to at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=14, so if you copy/pasta that link I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks for reading.
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