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Private Submission	By : Trawler Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Contains strong sexual content of a sub/dom nature. I do not own Dragon Age II and make no money on this fiction.

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That evening’s activities forced me to examine my own nature, and the Knight-Commander’s, in painfully close detail.
Her parting words had hit me like a physical blow. It was not the first time she’d called me a whore during our ‘sessions’, but it made me think – was this the true identity of my sexual nature? I had lusted after pretty girls, of course, had often taken myself in hand to relieve the tension of living in a celibate Circle – but it had been many long years since I’d lain with a woman. It had been a ‘normal’ coupling, with no sparring for dominance, no punishment. No shame and self-hatred.
And it had not aroused me so much as I had been in the last few weeks.
Was I, then, a sexual submissive? Or was it just the unique situation the Maker had forced Meredith and myself into?
Somehow, I did not believe the Maker had anything to do with this situation, save perhaps for bearing Lady Hawke safely over the sea to Kirkwall. Meredith’s words hinted at previous sexual deviancies; she’d spanked me with a practiced hand, fingered my arse with experience. I wondered whom she had practised the art upon. Were they men and women I saw every day? Were they Senior Enchanters, templar Lieutenants… or did she restrict herself to apprentices and recruits?
Every night, I longed for her to come to me, to bend me to her will. I fantasised about what she did after she she’d left me. It was obvious my submission aroused her. Did she return to her rooms and masturbate, strong finger dancing over her clit as she made herself come? Or did she find some helpless young apprentice or recruit to fill her? Depraved fantasies filled my dreams, and I woke every morning hard and aching. I touched myself frequently, but was still unable to come.
During the days, however, there were other things to consider. The situation between the templars and the mages was escalating on a frightening scale.
It wasn’t long before I learned of the deaths of both mages and templars. The infamous Champion of Kirkwall helped renegade mages from Starkhaven gain their freedom, and several highly placed templars were murdered. The Circle was implicated.
Things could not continue in such a vein, and I knew I would have to speak out – to speak to Hawke. She was a reasonable woman – though forthright in her views – and if she could be persuaded to mediate rather than take sides, all-out war might yet be avoided. Eventually, in desperation, I sent a letter to her Hightown Estate.
Unfortunately for me – or perhaps, fortunately – the Knight-Commander’s agents intercepted the letter.
Meredith came to my private quarters very late the night I sent my letter. I heard a firm knock on my door and, thinking it to be one of my Senior Enchanters, I opened up without a thought.
“Conspiring behind my back,” Meredith breathed, her eyes alight with dark fervour. “I could invoke the Right of Annulment for this, Orsino, and slaughter every single mage in their beds.”
My face drained of all colour and my legs began to tremble. She pushed her way past me. She closed and locked the door.
“I – there was no conspiracy!” I tried. “I want no violence between us, Meredith, please –”
“Shut up,” she muttered, angry. “Take off your robes and get on the bed. I want you on all fours like the dog you are.”
I stood stock still, trying to process what I had just heard.
If I obeyed her orders now, would she refrain from invoking the Right of Annulment? I looked at her, a hopeful expression lighting my face.
She gave me a faint, imperceptible nod. I realised we understood each other very well.
Still trembling from a mixture of anticipation and fear, I slipped out of my robe and climbed onto the bed. My cock was hard and aching, thrusting up between my legs, longing for the touch of its mistress.
Meredith didn’t speak, but I sensed her presence behind me. Her gauntlets clanked to the ground and I felt her hand on my buttocks. With no preamble she began to spank me – far harder than she had before – and harder still; by the time I’d reached a count of ten I was sobbing. My buttocks and upper thighs were on fire but my cock had never been so stiff! I felt that the mere touch of her hand on my shaft would send me over the edge.
Meredith remained silent save for the roughened sound of her breathing. I stiffened as I felt cool fingers slide between my buttocks; first one, then two, then finally three fingers were eased up my arse. From the ease with which they slipped inside me, I realised she had some kind of lubrication on her fingers.
Then it hit me. She was going to make good on her promise from my last ‘punishment’.
“P-please don’t!” I whined, turning my head so that I could see her. “P-please don’t fuck me…”
Maker, the words sounded so degenerate on my lips. My cock throbbed harder. My body wanted her to fuck me, wanted her to abuse me, to degrade me, to place me beneath her!
She withdrew her fingers from my arse, and I felt a sense of disappointment so hard it nearly made me choke. She plucked a candle from a stand nearby and blew out the flame, meeting my burning gaze as she did so.
Was this to be the instrument of my deflowering? A simple household candle?
“Take a good look at it,” she rasped. “Imagine how it will feel as I push it all the way into you. How you will look with just an inch or so poking out of your arse. So wicked. So dirty.”
I gulped, my face on fire with a mixture of shame and arousal.
“You don’t have to do this…”
Her free hand snaked beneath me and encircled my cock. I let out a startled gasp, body tensing.
“No? Your cock is telling me a different story, Orsino. Your cock is telling me that you want to be fucked. Very badly. Maker’s breath, you’re such a whore.”
“N-no…”
“Yes! Admit it! Tell me how badly you need it.” Her hand stroked up and down my shaft and I hissed with pleasure. “Remember how my fingers felt, sliding in and out of you.”
“Maker…!”
I couldn’t help it. I came in a long stream, my body bucking and twisting. She had barely touched me, barely stroked me, but I was so completely aroused I couldn’t control myself.
“You came without my permission, Orsino.” Her voice was cold and hard, but there was a raw edge of lust underneath it – sweet Andraste, she was just as turned on as I was. I was no longer sure who was the real deviant.
“I-I’m sorry, Meredith…” I rasped, still panting from the force of my orgasm.
“Sorry isn’t good enough. I had planned to use only this candle on your virgin arse – to break you in easy, as it were – but your disobedience calls for a harsher form of punishment. Something like… ah, like that.”
My head whipped round to see what she had found, and I blanched. She had found a larger candle, one of the stout ones I used at my private desk.
“M-Meredith, no, please,” I babbled, fear whipping through me. Why was my cock still hard? “That thing’s going to rip me apart…!”
“You should have thought of that before you lost control.” Her voice had returned to a purr. “Furthermore, I want you to watch every second of your deflowering. I want to see your face as I possess you. On your back, my little mage-slut.”
My arms gave way and I collapsed on to the bed, wincing as I landed in a cold puddle of my own seed. I turned over, using a corner of the bedspread to wipe it off, and tried not to look at the candle she clutched so lovingly in one hand.
“Look at me,” the Knight-Commander ordered. “Do not look away, or your punishment will be more severe.”
“More severe than taking the First Enchanter?” I snorted, then bit my lip at my own temerity.
Her smile was thin and devious. “My dear, sweet Orsino, I have not even begun to show you the levels of punishment I can inflict on disobedient mages. Now raise your legs and hold them up.”
My whole body trembled as I obeyed, raising my legs and supporting them behind the knees. I was so very, very afraid, but still my treacherous cock bobbed and pulsed. Disgust washed through me in a potent wave, but it was overwhelmed by a need to climax again.
Chunky candle in one hand, pot of lubricant in the other, Meredith climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs. She laid the candle on my belly, and I couldn’t help staring at it – twelve inches at least, and wider than my own cock. Maker help me, how was I possibly going to take something like that?
My rising fear was instantly derailed when I felt one cold finger probe between my buttocks. Sliding along the crease, Meredith’s lubricated finger slipped into my arse. I bit back a groan as she worked it in and out, but couldn’t withhold a cry as she added a second finger. Her digits found that special place inside me and my back arched. She held me down and worked a third finger inside.
“Meredith!” I whispered, desperately frightened I would climax again before she was ready to give permission.
“Hush,” she murmured. She removed her fingers and picked up the candle. Her fingers glistened obscenely with lubricant, and as I watched, she reached into the small pot and hooked out another dollop. She smeared it over the pointed end of the candle and over the shaft.
My arms trembled so badly I couldn’t hold my legs up, and they landed on Meredith’s shoulders with a soft thump. She grunted with irritation, but her only response was to pull my hips forwards and up. I realised, with a throb of mixed arousal and fear, that she had placed me in a better position to fuck me.
The candle was at the entrance to my arse. Slowly, giving me ample time to watch her movements, she began to push the pointed head into me. It slid in a fraction at a time, stretching me, making me gasp and twitch with pain.
It only went in about six inches or so. The other half of the candle jutted from my arse like a deviant decoration.
“I will remember this moment for the rest of my life,” Meredith growled, a feral look of lust highlighting her stern features. “The First Enchanter of the Kirkwall Circle prostrate on his bed, spreading his legs so the Knight Commander can fuck him senseless. So filthy. So perfect.”
My cock throbbed in response to her words. She began to ease the makeshift phallus out of my arse, slowly, so slowly; my muscles flexed as she pulled it nearly all of the way out. Then, eyes fixed on mine, she slid it back in again. As it moved, it hit that magical spot again and I whimpered.
“Such a whore,” Meredith said huskily. The candle came out, then went in again; out, in, out… she set up a rhythm that had me writhing underneath her. I had never imagined I would derive such depraved pleasure from having my arse violated, but I was. Such pleasure.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Harder?” Maker, were those words really coming from my mouth?
“You want me to fuck you harder, Orsino?” she asked, her clever hand always moving. “You want me to pound this candle into your greedy arse, you little slut?”
“Oh god, yes! Sweet Andraste…!” She picked up the pace before I’d even finished speaking. I felt like a whore. I was a whore. Meredith’s whore.
She leaned forward, pinning my writhing, bucking body down with her free hand. Her breathing was rough.
“Come for me, mage-slut,” she ordered.
“Please…!” I was almost crying, head tossing wildly from side to side as my pleasure rose to fever pitch. “Please touch me…!”
The hand on my chest closed around my cock and pumped up and down. In just a few seconds I was coming, jet after jet spewing from my cock and splashing across her breastplate. I yelled, unable to keep quiet, beyond caring that my pride had been ripped away with my virginity.
Eventually, when my orgasm was finished and Meredith pulled the candle from my slick arse, a few shreds of reality began to trickle back. I was naked on my bed, naked and abused with the Knight Commander kneeling over me.
“Are you done now?” I croaked, turning my cheek to the pillow to hide the tears sliding down my face. “Is that it?”
“Sweet Enchanter,” Meredith crooned, and her voice was so gentle I couldn’t help but look at her face. Her tender expression startled me, so different from anything I had seen there before. “I am nearly done. You came so beautifully after taking your punishment. Perhaps next time, you will refrain from associating yourself with that Ferelden bitch.”
I was so tired, so strung out, I could only focus on the first thing she had said. “Nearly done…?”
“You came all over my breastplate. Lick it clean. Then I will leave you.”
Lick her breastplate clean… sweet Maker, suddenly I was hard again and scrabbling to my knees.
As my head descended to her armoured chest, Meredith uttered a throaty laugh.
“Make sure you get all of it.”
I fell to with a will, swirling my tongue all over the raised edges and bumps of her breastplate. My salty come mixed with the acrid tang of her armour polish. I licked and licked and licked until it was clean, and would have continued had I not felt her hand touch my head. Her fingers tangled in my hair for a second before gently pulling my face upwards.
“We are done here, Orsino,” she murmured. “Clean yourself up.”
I watched her with burning eyes as she got off the bed and picked up her gauntlets. She unlocked the door and left, not looking back once.
Meredith had left the candle behind.
My cock twitched.
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