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Torturing A Prince	By : Defiant-Anjeru Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 5904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the Dragon Age universe and in no way profit from this work of fanfiction.

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Notes: Each chapter is a one-shot only, based off original and gathered prompts, that all, in some way or another, involve Sebastian – breaking his vows, more often than not. I do so love to torture him. : )

Warnings: Heavy smut, 16+ at all times, drugging, blackmail, threesomes, etc.

Original Prompt/Idea: As lame and nerdy as this sounds, this was a dream of mine; Sebastian and Hawke stayed in a relationship, despite his vows of chastity – however, he was adamant about remaining faithful to his vows until after they're married. Their wedding day arrives…with some unforeseen events.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't sell it, just obsess over it!

Torturing A Prince

Pairing: Sebastian/F!RogueHawke.

Six years; six years, she had been celibate, after not exactly having the least sexually active lifestyle of their group. Only member of their merry little band that had seen more sex than she was Isabella; hell, even her and Isabella had a couple nights of drunken fun. Yet, somehow, the Champion Rogue of Kirkwall had fallen for the celibate ex-chantry brother and exiled prince, Sebastian Vael. Despite her attempts to persuade the irresistible, bronzed man to return to his wild, wanton youth, he had remained steadfast, albeit somewhat reluctantly, in his vows. In their desire to be together, they'd come to a compromise after Meredith had gone insane – they would marry and, once they gave their vows in witness of the Maker, they would come together as man and woman in the bedroom.

Maker, as the months had passed, Hawke had gotten more and more restless, and anxious. They shared heated kisses in moments of weakness, but they did little to compare with what she wanted to do. Often she found herself fantasizing about his tanned hands bending her over the desk, where she 'ruled' as Viscount, and lifting her skirt to fuck her into the Fade and back.

The day of their wedding came. Just after the reopening of the Chantry, when all of the time spent piecing together the temple, that Anders had decimated, finally came to fruition. A grand ceremony had been the center of the city's attention where Hawke and Sebastian, now Viscountess and True Prince of Starkhaven, unveiled the statue of Elthina and announced they would come together as both a nation – Kirkwall and Starkhaven- and as man and wife the very next day. Safe to say the rogue had tossed and turned all night and woke, sweaty and tangled in the sheets, thighs soaked with arousal she wanted coating his cock rather than herself. It was at that point that she decided enough was enough – one way or another, Sebastian was going to fuck her, and it would be before she said 'I do.'

Noon-time came, when the Sun was at its peak in the surprisingly clear sky. The people of Kirkwall were dressed in the finest and even the mages, and their Templar brethren, had amassed to see their Viscountess marry – after all, it had been her that had finally united the city; mage, templar, chantry brother, or sister, rich, poor; none of it mattered now, things within the city were peaceful at last. Now if only Hawke felt the same, but no, the Viscountess was pacing the room where she was gowned in her wedding attire, wound tighter than a demon's thrall.

She snapped around when the maid returned. The elf girl, Oranna, who had always served Hawke without a complaint, bustled toward her, a bit flustered in her hurry to bring the Viscountess the information she had requested. "The Prince is across the hall, three doors down; he was alone in prayer when I peaked in, messere."

Hawke's golden eyes twinkled mischievously. "Thank-you, Oranna. Should anyone come calling for me, would you please tell them I needed a few moments of fresh air before the ceremony?" At the girl's happy-to-comply nod, Hawke chuckled quietly to herself and slipped her a few golden sovereigns.

"Try not to ruin your dress, messere," Oranna giggled as she took the coins. Hawke's lace and silk clothed form slipped from the room as quiet as a specter, and floated toward Sebastian's room, where he prayed, unaware of what she had planned for him.

Sebastian stood at the stain glass window of the room where he'd dressed in his finery; the black leather vest trimmed in white, matching black leather breeches, black noble boots that came to below his knees, and a white blouse with high, button shut collar, and long sleeves tapered in at the elbows and wrists. It was a fine, tailored look, a little more fancy than he had become accustomed to over the years he spent exiled in Kirkwall at Hawke's side; not that his armor had been shabby, far from in fact. But fine, tailored clothes? It had been awhile. His tanned fingers adjusted the somewhat stiff collar, his thoughts drifting as his piercing blue eyes studied, through the many colors of the stain glass, the people amassing to make their way into the Chantry for his wedding…to Viscountess Hawke.

It seemed like ages ago that he'd first laid eyes on the curly, dark haired lass, with golden eyes, and dirt covered pale skin, standing before him with a lopsided grin to tell him she had killed the mercenaries responsible for his family's assassination. Maker, it had taken all his strength and then some to keep his hands off of the spit fire that held his heart. She could have been Andraste incarnate, she was so beautiful. Endless nights of tormented dreams where he slaked his desires for her flesh – it was a miracle, achievable only in his Faith in the Maker, that he had been able to wait as long as he had. A test of will. Tonight he would be rewarded…at last.

He was so lost in his thoughts, his rogue tuned sense failed to alert to the fact that Hawke had slid into his room and latched the door locked behind her. She stood for a moment, her pink tongue sliding across a plump lip as she took in the sight of those tight leather breeches cupping his firm ass. A grin soon followed when she realized that he hadn't noticed her entering his room; catching him off guard would give her plan a more favorable start, than if he had time to react with logic. Her dress was figure tight, emphasizing every curve of her short, yet curvy body, low cut to show off the creamy swell of her ample bosom – she would use the body conscious dress she'd ordered to her advantage. Sneaking forward on silent steps, she came up just behind the auburn haired prince and placed her hands over his eyes. He jumped, but before he could react further, she pressed the length of her body into his back, mashing her breasts against him as she stood on tip toe so that when she spoke, her breath would fall like a whispering caress against his ear.

"Guess who?" she all but purred, drawing her tongue along to shell of his ear, before she flicked the lobe. He shivered, but stiffened quickly, no doubt steeling his resolve.

"Viscountess; don't you think it's inappropriate for me to lay eyes upon you before the ceremony?" He chuckled and lifted his hands, grasping her hands and lowering them to his chest where he held them immobile.

"Tsk tsk, Sebastian, no need to be so formal…" Hawke pouted, resting her cheek against the back of his shoulder. "After all, when night falls, I'll be moaning under you and writhing in pleasure, sweat making my body glisten in the candle light as my feminine flesh squeezes your rod until you cannot help but spill your seed within me." It was her turn to chuckle, albeit a little mischievously, when he bit back a groan and completely stiffened in her hold. His hold on her hands tightened, and she could feel his hands trembling slightly, giving her faith in the stability of her impromptu seduction.

"Hawke…" His tone held a warning she knew well, but one she would not heed…this time. She had waited long enough, and it was time she knew exactly what she would be getting when she promised herself to him in the Maker's eyes.

"Sebastian," she chuckled, audibly this time. Her hips pressed forward, rocking slightly against his very nicely shaped ass, the very one she longed to squeeze with her hands. "What's wrong with a little taste? Hmmm? I'm absolutely delicious…"

He visibly trembled from the effort it was taking to keep himself from rubbing back against her. Already his cock was rock hard beneath his breeches. It didn't take more than a look at her to make him hard. This was torment, tempting torment, which she knew all too well how to wield. But they were so close, so close. They could make it until tonight. "That's enough, Sumi. We promised to wait until our wedding night," he whispered, though his voice lacked his normal conviction; she was temptation embodied.

"We've waited long enough, don'tcha think, my love?" She slipped her hands from his body and moved in front of him, enjoying the way his eyes widened at her appearance. She reclined against the sill of the stain glass window, drawing a finger down his chest as she licked her lips, leaning her upper body forward enough to give him a more than generous view of her breasts. Which his eyes fell to instantly. Her golden eyes gleamed when she saw his throat work as he swallowed hard. "What's a handful of hours matter compared to the years I have longed for you?"

"Hawke…"

"Shh, my love." Her finger stopped at the lip of his breeches, toying with it almost idly, making his body reflexively jerk toward her touch. Golden eyes looked up at him from under long, raven lashes, longing and lust evident in the way they smoldered. "It won't matter if you fuck me now, or later tonight – it is the day of our wedding. I have waited and I want to taste you…" His eyes watched as her tongue swept across her lips. "I want to feel you. I want you to hike up my dress, turn me around, and fuck me up against this very window. I've dreamt of it every night, Sebastian."

He moaned, loud. Then swallowed. In his uncertainty, she took the opportunity to pluck open the button to his breeches and undo the laces. She had to curb her surprise when he didn't stop her. His chest heaved and he clenched his hands at his side, his body still undeniably stiff. "Maker Hawke…we're so close…hours…"He tried desperately tried to find some logic to grasp onto but with her dainty, yet toughened, fingers dancing so close to his aching erection, it was hard to think at all.

"Exactly. What are a few hours going to really matter in the scheme of things?" She chuckled again and rubbed her palm against his cock through the breeches, enjoying the way he bit his lip and swallowed his moan. Just a little more, and he'd break, she had no doubt of that when she saw the fire slowly beginning to burn in his eyes. "Think about it, my love…mmm, just to turn me around…" her fingers plucked his cock from its confines and caressed it, her eyes locked on it; he was long, and thick, maker, for a moment, she actually feared his size compared to her small body. He tipped his head back and moaned, his cock twitching in her hand. "Shove me against the window, and lift my dress…it would be so easy, you know…as I am not wearing anything underneath."

Hawke barely finished her sentence when everything became crazy. Something in him snapped. He growled, and slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her hard and heavy, biting her lip and tugging on it. She moaned appreciatively and it seemed to spur him on; the next thing she knew, his hands were on her, turning her around so quickly that she lost her balance and pressed into the window. It didn't faze him. His hands were on her skirts, hiking them, shoving the material up until it bunched on her hips and he could see her plump ass. She shuddered and gasped when he smacked his palm against a cheek, before groping them both and fondling her. At once her cunny flooded with arousal, her hands gripping the sill as she trembled. He slid his leg between hers and used it to spread her open, his hips dipping in and, before she could realize it was happening, his cock speared her cunt in one hard, almost punishing, thrust. Hawke cried out and Sebastian growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard in an effort to hold still long enough for her small canal to adjust to his size.

"Oh Maker, Sebastian!"

"Yes, that's it, Sumi…open up to me," he growled the words, leaning forward and biting her neck, hard, punishing, in a way to claim her body as his own. She moaned and whimpered, her cunt tightening on him and flooding his cock in warmth that told him she was enjoying his dominance. He released her neck and started pulling free from her, only to slam back into her hard and fast, then did it again. And again. "Was this was you wanted, Sumi?" He groaned during his hard thrusts, his flesh slapping against hers hard enough to be heard in the silence of the room. "Was this what you dreamt about?" He took a hand and gripped her hair, pulling back on it so that her back bowed, her body almost straining as she moaned.

"Yes, yes! OH MAKER YES!"

"Good!" He nearly roared the word, not caring if anyone heard them. He kept his hold in her hair as he rode her, slamming his cock into her hot, unbearably wet, sheath over and over. Hard, and fast. As his climax nearly breached, he slowed, despite her whimpers, pulling back from his release, wanting to prolong it. When she voiced her displeasure, he lifted his hand from her hip and brought his palm down in a resounding smack on her ass cheek. She cried out and whimpered, before letting out a strangled moan as he returned his grip and began pounding into her as he had before.

Oranna blushed and tried to busy herself in the hall, clearly able to hear what the couple was doing in the Prince's room. Maker help her, but it was turning her on, her own body responding to the way they sounded.

"What is that noise?"

"What noise?"

"You don't hear that?"

Oranna hurried to the end of the hall where a pair of Chantry Sisters were coming around the corner. She placed up her hands beseechingly, despite the sisters' odd, somewhat confused stares. "My mistress isn't feeling too well. Bad fish for lunch. The Prince is checking on her, go on, go on; she won't like being so venerable in front of you."

They bought it, it seemed, and turned, moving back down toward the main chamber. Oranna let out a sigh of relief, but inwardly hoped Hawke and the Prince would hurry, not wanting to suffer much longer with how arousing they were to listen to.

Sweat dripped down Sebastian's brow, but he wasn't finished, not yet. She had started this and he was determined to finish it. She'd cummed on his cock twice now, trembling and panting, with her hands pressed against the window. He sucked in a deep breath and pulled free from her, turning her around and scooping her up. Their lips met as he carried her, kissing deeply, lovingly, before he set her on the edge of the desk and spread her legs, settling between them. His hands gripped her thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he shoved his cock back into her drenched, trembling cunny. She moaned and gripped his shoulders as he thrust, dipping his hips to angle up to strike her spot, making her cum again.

"Yes, that's it, cum for me, again and again," he groaned, pushing her down on the desk by her shoulders and bringing her legs up against his chest, straight and shut, making her trembling cunt a tight vice around his intruding cock. "OH MAKER, yes, that's it!" He growled and held tight, thrusting again and again, hard, fast, then faster and faster, harder, sweating, shuddering; he was so close, he could feel it, the orgasm he had been denying himself for so long. Just a little more…and THERE! He roared and tossed his head back, hips frantically thrusting as his orgasm rocked his foundation, his seed jetting into her, coating her in every way, bathing her, branding her, so there was no doubt she was his.

He panted, dropping her legs to his hips so that he could lean down and kiss her trembling lips softly and tenderly. "We look a little…out of sorts, Sumi, for our wedding." They both chuckled, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. "Best get fixed up, as much as I enjoy this view…"

Their wedding went smoothly, and a couple hours later, they were married – despite the fact they'd had some fun before the ceremony didn't seem to bother them, and in fact, went missing several times during their reception dinner. Varric could be seen walking up to their companions – Aveline, Fenris, Merrill – and gathering a substantial amount of coin from each. When Isabella asked what for, the dwarf had grinned and said "I bet them Sebastian wouldn't hold out until the wedding night."
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