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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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“Andraste's tits, but she's soft,” someone said. As Jansen divvied up her money, Hubert and two of the miners came for her, touching her. Her bra was cut off, drawing the attention of everyone present.
“Fuck Andraste,” someone said. “Those are pretty nice.”
“What are you talking about? They're fucking small.”
“But firm. Hey, how sensitive is she?”
A hand pulled one of her breasts up and let it drop, pinched and twisted her nipple. Hawke flushed and cried out, struggling, but the yoke kept her from doing anything other than suffering the fingers on her flesh.
“Pretty fucking sensitive,” the man that was molesting her chuckled.
She felt a cock press against her ass and she pressed her legs together. Hands gripped her hips in response, pulling her up to her knees and pressed her head towards the ground, forcing her ass up.
“Hey, the Champion is dripping like a whore in heat,” said the man who'd been groping her moments before. “You gotta see this. Her thighs are glistening and we haven't even done anything yet.”
“Fucking whore wants this.”
“Give it to her.”
And they did.
She writhed and kicked, furious, trying to free herself as the first miner came closer and unbuckled his pants and knelt behind her. She felt something slither across her dripping slit, that same something – that cock – push into her folds and enter her, massive and warm and unwanted.
Hawke screamed on entry, her eyes wide as the miner dug his fingers into her hair, his knuckles pressed against her scalp. He was pulling her onto him, enjoying the way her ass danced against his hips, the way her cunt clamped down on his manhood in a futile effort to push him out. He stayed still, satisfied, and she could imagine the lock on his face, feel his hands relax. She tried to push off and he followed, driving into her, letting her face drop to the soft earthen ground beneath them both.
“She just fucking swallowed him!” someone said. Hawke closed her eyes as the miner rode her, her whimpering moans mixed with his excited grunts and the catcalls of everyone around her. She felt his cum spurt inside her, felt it dripping down her thighs.
“I'll give her this,” her rapist said, sighing above her and slapping her ass, “she's tighter than Andraste's ass.” He pushed up on the small of her back, abandoning her to let the next man in line have his turn with her body.
She was shivering, shattered. She couldn't call on her magic, couldn't make sense of this, squeezed her eyes shut and hyperventilated as she felt a second cock slather itself in her juices, that hard length entering her fully, pulling out and then pressing against a very different hole.
“No!” she screamed. The man above her didn't care, his only kindness was that he had lubricated himself with her juices and the cum that had been left inside her. He grunted, forcing himself into her bowels, pulling back with all his might as she struggled with futile intent.
The cock slid into her with a stabbing pain and she cried as he pressed into her, the awful filling worse than anything she had ever felt. He pulled out of her and she almost thanked him before he pressed back in, driving her deeper into the ground. She wasn't even sure when he blew his load of cum into her, wasn't sure when the second, third, or fourth cocks replaced the first two.
She was pulled up by her hair so that she was kneeling, forced to straddle one man and then to bend over so a second man could enter her ass. The man above her thrust forward and pulled her back, the motion making her fuck the man below her helpless sweat-covered body.
The miners enjoyed her like this, subbing one another out as needed, caking her holes with their seed until her eyes rolled into the back of her head and unwanted pleasure tore all sense from her. She spasmed from orgasm, her vision red, only dimly aware that they were mocking her for enjoying her rape.
“Fucking Feralden whore,” Hubert said, spitting in her face as he came forward. Some distant part of her remembered he could have claimed her third but that he had waited all this time. He turned to the miner beneath her. “Keep riding her. I want to try something.”
She was panting as he undid his pants, exposing his hard manhood. He gripped her hair and forced himself past her loose lips, her scattered mind barely processing what was happening as his cock slipped down her throat. She was choking, wanted to push him away, coughing on him as he went deeper inside her as his fingers found purchase in her hair.
“Always so sassy,” Hubert sneered. “Always so confident. Put your tongue to better use, dog.”
The taste of him made her forget everything else, a perfumed musk that made her choke as the fine hair around the invader tickled her chin and nose and cheeks. His every thrust was like a punch to the face, a punch to the throat, and she would have fallen into nothing except that he held her still and the cock impaling her from below was still there.
She heard that man sigh as he placed another load of cum inside her, he falling away. No one replaced him and she felt empty, felt cool air pressing into her lower holes and could imagine their lewd gaping, could feel the thick white goo dripping from out of her. Hubert continued to pound down her throat and she felt his foot press against her clit and winced, screaming on the cock inside her, screaming as he made her cum and shot his load down her throat.
He released her, let her fall on her ass and crumble onto her side. He wiped himself off on her face, his seed leaking into her eyes.
“What do we do now?” Jansen asked.
“Go home,” Hubert said. “Most of you can fit in my carriage. Those of you that can't can stay with her and I'll have it loop back and around.”
“I'll stay with her,” her first rapist said. She struggled to see him, could see him growing hard as he looked down on her and shuddered. “I wanna try fucking her throat.”
“As you will,” Hubert said, entering hid coach and holding the door open. A third of them miners went with him. Someone grabbed her by the tit, used it to make her kneel up as the carriage rolled away.
“Bet you we can all cum two more times inside this whore before the carriage comes back,” the man said, twisting her nipple and forcing himself inside her mouth when she screamed.
“Why not three?” someone asked, and the men around her laughed.
Whimpering, helpless, Hawke tried to blink the cum from her eyes as she felt two more men enter her lower holes.
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