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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
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Chapter List
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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. NSFW!

Warnings: Heavy smut, 16+ at all times, drugging/spells, blackmail, threesomes, slight bondage, etc. This one is a foursome, also includes M/M, F/F, and M/F.

Original Idea/Prompt: Request from dantesdarkqueen; Anders and FHawke have a relationship going on, but FHawke convinces her lover to let Sebastian into the room, just to see how dirty they can get this immaculate priest. Isabela overhears the conversation and decides to play voyeur, having a little fun by herself while she's watching. It's completely up to you whether the busy threesome notice she's there and what she's doing or not, and what they do about it if they do. Also will have my own ideas mixed in; safe to say, I think I will like this one. :3

There will be head-hopping amongst the smut scene. SIGH. Lol.

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

Torturing a Prince

Pairing: Sebastian/F!Mage!Hawke/Anders/Isabela.

It came as no surprise that, after years of fighting their feelings for each other, Anders and Hawke finally took a step forward in their relationship; shortly after the attempted Qunari takeover, it came as general knowledge that the apostate Champion had taken her apostate lover into her Hightown home. And they seemed happy – what they, and all others, failed to realize was how utterly deviant the two were in the privacy of the bedroom(and outside of it). If Isabela had only known sooner, well, she would have decided to play voyeur long before she had – as it was, it was only by chance that she had learned of their plans, happening upon the mansion in what could only have been called fortuitous timing.

She'd hummed as she sauntered up the steps and made her way to Hawke's bedroom. A knowing smile had graced her lips as she heard Hawke's lovely voice moan the mage's name; Isabela had no shame and she eagerly pressed her ear to the door to listen.

"Do that again!" Hawke moaned and Isabela was certain she heard the sizzle of magic; ooooh, a smirk tugged at her lips – so he still did that electricity trick, did he?

"Such a naughty mage you are, Hawke." Anders chuckled and she heard the distinct sound of a hand meeting flesh.

"You have no idea how naughty I am," Hawke all but purred and Isabela could feel an answering heat building in her core. Perhaps she should surprise them, then maybe they would invite her to join their fun.

"I am more than willing to find out." The talking stopped for a moment and she heard him grunt, while Hawke cried out; if she had any shame or morals, Isabela might have blushed, but the image of the blonde mage thrusting his cock between Hawke's lusciously pale thighs only served to turn her on.

"I have proposition for you then, my love." Hawke gasped the words amongst her moans. Anders must have nodded, or given her a look(one Isabela could just picture), to encourage her to divulge further. Oh yes, please do. "I think Sebastian tries just a little too hard," another moan, "and that, deep down, he's still that wild, dirty prince he used to be." Oh did Isabela like where this was going. "I want to see how much we can taint our… brother of the chantry."

"It is a shame," Anders chuckled and they were both panting harshly, Isabela hearing the distinctive sound of flesh hitting flesh as he increased his pace. Hawke cried out – from what Isabela wasn't sure – but she could easily fill in the gaps with her imagination. And she was, no doubt about that. "How shall we lure him here?"

"Leave that to me," Hawke's words trembled and they both cried out this time, the sounds of flesh dimming away as they reached their perspective orgasms and stilled, no doubt a mess of limbs amongst Hawke's fine sheets. "I will expect you to be waiting tonight. In the study – I think the bedroom will make him too suspicious."

Oh, well, Isabela smiled slowly and licked her lips; Anders wouldn't be the only one waiting.

"I fail to see why we couldn't have discussed this in the Chantry." Sebastian seated himself on the sofa in her study, placing his hands on his knees, his sapphire gaze watching Hawke curiously as she followed him in. She shut the door and placed herself beside him on the sofa, offering him a reassuring smile.

"I'm an apostate, Sebastian. I feel it is tempting fate to be discussing the mage agenda with you inside of the walls of the Chantry – where, more often than not, there is a Templar around."

"You do make a valid point," He sighed softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Talks of the mages rebellion in Kirkwall always put him at unease; he liked to think of himself as her friend, but he often did not approve of things she did for her fellow mages.

"My status as Champion of Kirkwall will only protect me for so long," she admitted with a feigned sigh. "Carver being a Templar himself no doubt helps, but I fear in the end I will be thrown into the Gallows and forgotten – or worse, I'll be made Tranquil. The Knight-Commander is not so fond of me." She gave him a sheepish smile.

"Can you not begin to comprehend as to why, Hawke? I…have not always approved of your decisions, and I am your friend." He set his hand on hers and squeezed it gently. "I would not like to see you come to harm though, lass. What is it I can assist you with?"

"You will know in good time, Sebastian." She smiled as her magic thrummed within her warmly, gathering for a spell; using the bridge of his hand on hers, she sent it from her into him and coaxed it expertly into a hex of sleep. His lashes fluttered, brows pulling together tightly in confusion, before he slumped backwards onto the sofa unconscious. Hawke spent a moment looking down into his princely features, before glancing up as Anders wandered down the stairs. "Gather him up, my love, and bring him upstairs."

Isabela watched with eager eyes as Blondie hefted the fit prince onto his shoulder and left the study, Hawke on his heels as they moved their little gathering up into their bedroom. She shuddered and licked her lips, using her stealth to follow them up, though keeping a discreet distance. When they slipped into the room, she went to the window and slipped out, using the ledge to hop over to the balcony that led to Hawke's room. She made sure to keep to the shadows, eyes eagerly eating up the scene before her.

Hawke drew the chair back from her desk and set it at the end of the bed, Anders setting the slumbering prince on it and holding him there as Hawke gathered golden cords of rope from her wardrobe. Isabela couldn't help the shudder than went through her as Hawke and Anders took the cord and tied Sebastian to the chair, his torso to the back and each shin to a wooden leg. She wished she could be in his position, her body tingling all over as she watched him stir.

Sebastian fought the drowsiness as it washed over him, a groan slipping from his lips as his eyes slowly opened to find Hawke standing before him, Anders just behind her; wait, that wasn't right. He could have sworn to the Maker that only moments before he had been in the study with her. A glance around assured him they were no longer there, but instead in her bedroom. He moved to get up but realized he couldn't, eyes dropping down to see that he was bound; instantly his eyes turned cold and he turned his stormy expression back into Hawke who merely smiled.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked his accent thickening as he tried to push back the anger that was brewing inside of him. How could he trust her after this? She had never done anything to make him think that she would turn on him like she was now.

Hawke's lips pulled up into what he could only call a sultry smile, her body leaning forward as she braced her hands on his thighs, squeezing them. He had to bite the inside of his cheek as she set her lips against the shell of his ear, every word a torment as her breath tickled his flesh. "Oh, Sebastian – I just want to test your resolve." Her tongue swept out and licked at his lobe. He barely repressed a shudder, his mind frantically chanting a prayer to Andraste to resist her. "I do believe that wild Sebastian is in there somewhere and that he is just dying to play."

"Please Hawke; think about what you are doing." He gasped the words, eyes meeting Anders where he leaned against the bed post, his arms folded across his chest. "Anders, please, surely you must see that this is wrong." Sebastian swallowed thickly. Vaguely he wondered if somehow demons were here to tempt him, but he was no mage – this was reality and Andraste forgive him, but his body wanted to react whilst he did not. He wanted to believe that Hawke took his vows seriously, that he wanted to be dedicated in the Chantry, and not use his attraction to her against him.

She was correct, however, to think that this would appeal to the part of him that he was desperate to leave behind. Already his body roused to her words.

Hawke chuckled, lifting her head only so far so that her lips trailed over his jaw, before resting just shy of his. "I have thought about what I'm doing," she whispered against his lips, her normally cool gaze hot and filled with desire. "In fact, I have thought of it more than you could imagine." She smirked and drew back. "Mmm, my love," she turned her back to Sebastian and to his surprise seated herself in his lap, though her arms were outstretched toward Anders. The mage came toward her, kneeling between her – no, their – legs. Sebastian watched as she leaned her head down, sliding her fingers into Anders' blonde hair, their lips coming together heatedly. He shuddered, heard Hawke chuckle, before she lifted her head. "You'll enjoy yourself, have no doubt of that."

"Please, Hawke…" He groaned as her hands plucked the clasps of her robes open, pulling it down off her shoulders to reveal her alabaster neck, shoulders, and back, letting the robes spill to her waist. He bit his lip as he watched Anders kiss her neck, his eyes meeting Sebastian's – then he gave the prince a knowing smile, reaching to trail his calloused fingers across Sebastian's cheek. Stubbornly, he jerked his head away from the mage's touch. Anders chuckled and let his hand slid over Hawke's shoulder, before both found her breasts and rolled them, palms brushing over her hardened nipples; Hawke moaned softly, leaning back against Sebastian and tipping her head to lie against his shoulder. Anders followed, his kisses trailing over her collar bone, before finding the swell of her breasts; Sebastian subconsciously wet his lips, his chest heaving against Hawke's back, his breath falling harshly against her cheek before he turned his face away.

As much as he tried to fight it, his body refused to cooperate as his cock swelled, hitting the buckle of his belt. It was becoming harder and harder to think of his vows, with Hawke on his lap being pleasure by her mage lover. Unable to help himself, he turned his gaze back to find that Anders had slid her robes open and was trailing his lips over her flat stomach. He tickled her hips with fingertips imbued with magic, making Hawke moan and shiver, but his mouth remained on the move. His hands found her thighs and he lifted them to his shoulders, his head dipping between her legs – Sebastian watched, almost enraptured, as Anders swept his tongue over Hawke's center. The mage's nose brushed her nub and she arched, hands grasping at Sebastian's thighs as Anders went to work pleasuring his lover with his tongue.

Hawke's moans and cries were torture. She wriggled on his lap, fingers tight on his legs as Anders kept at it. Her head thrashed on his shoulder, falling toward him, her lips against his ear as she enjoyed herself at the hands – or mouth rather – of her mage. He shut his eyes tightly. Andraste please give me strength to resist that which tempts from your path. Over and over he repeated it, like a mantra. It did little to no good because when Hawke's back bowed and he heard her whimpering cry of his name as she climaxed, he knew he was lost.

Anders dropped her legs, kissing each trembling thigh lovingly, up and over her stomach before he found her lips. He slid his hand into Sebastian's hair, holding tight, even as he kissed Hawke; he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips when the prince bit back a groan. Faint, but there. He lifted his head from his love, his heated amber eyes meeting that of the prince's smoldering sapphire ones. He leaned in, just ever so slightly, teasingly drawing his tongue along the edge of Sebastian's lower lip. "Are you ready to join us, Sebastian?" He chuckled against the man's lips, Hawke's flirty giggle following suit.

Sebastian groaned and his whole body shuddered beneath them. "Aye," he choked out the single word as Anders drew back.

Anders took Hawke's hands, lifting her from Sebastian's lap and pulling her against him. As the prince watched, Anders took Hawke's mouth hungrily, though he kept his gaze locked with Sebastian's. He slid his hands to Hawke's round bottom and hefted her against his arousal, tongue dominating hers as they melded hotly together. Finally, he drew away, just slightly. "You think we can trust him not to flee?" Anders whispered into Hawke's ear, just loud enough for Sebastian to hear.

Hawke turned herself, pressing her ass back against Anders so that her body was completely revealed to Sebastian's gaze; he ate her up eagerly, eyes dark and filled with lust she thought she'd never see there. "Oh he won't run," she chuckled.

"Why don't you give him a little…incentive, love?" Anders purred into her ear, making her shiver.

She nods and moved toward Sebastian, licking her lips as she kneels between his open legs. Her hands make quick work of his belt, letting it drop to the floor, Andraste forgotten in the wake of his forgotten vows; ironic and symbolic, he mused, though he could not focus on that for longer as her fingers started working on the buckles of his armor. Once just enough was out of her way, she smiled seductively up at him, making a show of licking her lips again as her digits found the ties of his breeches; already his cock was straining against the material and he nearly groaned with relief when she released it to the warm air of the room. She took him in her hand, giving an appreciative coo, almost as if she were impressed. He went to say something, but it was lost in a shuddering moan as she dipped her head and lapped her tongue over the head, pre cum licked up as eagerly as a cat did its milk.

Her lips parted, sliding over him so that he was enveloped by her hot mouth. Her tongue stroked his skin as he was taken further until he bumped the back of her throat. His head fell back and he found that Anders was watching, small pants escaping the mage's lips as his lover began to move her slick mouth up and down on the prince. Sebastian found it highly erotic that the mage was watching and he pressed his hips up, making Hawke gag ever so slightly, before she recovered, fisting a hand on his cock as she worked her mouth like an expert. Maker, at this rate he wouldn't last long.

He subdued almost instantly when he saw that blue flare in Anders' outline, the mage turning toward the balcony windows. Hawke didn't stop however, and he bit his lip as her lips and tongue caressed his shaft. Her tongue would dip into his slit each time she reached the end, before she took him in again. He tried to keep his gaze on Anders, curious as to what had drawn the mage to the windows.

Anders opened the window and he shook with a chuckle, reaching a hand out. A shocked gasp could be heard and then a tan hand took the mage's with a feminine giggle. Isabela was drawn in and Sebastian nearly sputtered, eyes wide, to see that the rogue had her panties dangling in one hand.

"A voyeur now, Isabela?" Anders asked with a chuckle.

"Oh you know I just simply could not resist this," she purred the words, indicating the spot where Sebastian sat with Hawke blowing his cock.

"Why don't you join us? I don't think Hawke will mind." The offer shocked even Isabela but soon the sultry smile that crossed the Pirate's features were answer enough; Sebastian shuddered. Andraste save them all, by the end of the night, he knew they would all need to spend days in prayer and confession.

"Oh goodie, don't mind if I do." Isabela wasted no time, dropping her panties as she went about disrobing herself.

Hawke, curious now, dragged her tongue up the length of Sebastian's cock one last time before she lifted her head. Her liquid hot gaze turned to watch as every inch of Isabela's deliciously tan flesh was bared for her to devour. "Oh, this night has just gotten so much more fun," she chuckled, pressing her hands to Sebastian's thighs and pushing herself to stand.

Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek and pulled against his restraints, catching Anders' eye. "I think we should untie our guest – he seems eager to join us." Anders teased, moving behind Sebastian's chair to start undoing the golden ropes. He dipped his head, kissing the prince's neck and licking up to his ear in which he proceeded to torment as the ties came undone. He almost expected the auburn-haired man to recoil from his touch as he had before, but this time he seemed intent to lean into it. The ties fell to the floor and he came around to kneel by Sebastian's legs, working the shin binds as he ducked his head to teasingly run his tongue over the man's cock. He gave a surprised gasp, but his hands soon buried themselves in the blonde man's hair, almost pushing his cock insistently toward the mage.

"Would you look at that," Isabela purred.

"Mmm," Hawke walked up behind Anders, sitting herself on the edge of the bed. "Oh yes, love, by all means."

Anders' lip twitched and he finished untying the ropes, his lips then parting to slip over the prince's cock. Blowing a man wasn't new to him, as he had confided in Hawke – he'd been with Karl, and even men before him. He grasped Sebastian's thighs and took the man's cock deep into his mouth, even the back of his throat expertly, making the prince give a guttural moan of torture. Lips, tongue, teeth; they danced a dance familiar and were implemented in a way that nearly had Sebastian delirious with pleasure. Finally, he yanked himself away, standing up and away; he wasn't about to let the man finish so soon, when they all had so much more left to do.

Sebastian shuddered but finally stood from the chair, kicking it back and out of his way. The pieces of his armor were taken off in what had to be record time, hitting the floor with loud thumps until he stood before them in nothing more than his boots and open breeches. Isabela moaned at the sight of his lean, yet muscular, frame, Hawke's eyes running over him appreciatively before settling on his cock that stood out from him, rock hard and throbbing.

Hawke swept her hand out to the expanse of bed behind her. "Anders, I want you to fuck Isabela." She licked her lips and glanced back at Sebastian. "And you, I want you to fuck Anders – and I want to watch." Her eyes met Anders' and he nodded, a shudder wracking his body at her words – she always knew what would drive him crazy and, while Isabela wouldn't be his first choice, the pirate certainly did have a body to flaunt.

Sebastian's throat worked as Isabela eagerly did as Hawke bid, laying back on the bed completely nude. All eyes were on Anders as he began undoing to buckles to his coat, sliding it off before then working his boots, and then finally his shirt and breeches and smalls. Hawke made an appreciative sound as his body was displayed, her hand stroking over his abdomen before going to give his protruding cock a loving stroke. The mage leaned down and kissed her heatedly, before pulling back and doing as she wanted. He crawled over Isabela's tan body, his hands trailing over her more than ample bosom, fingers pinching her nipples roughly. Their pirate captain moaned lewdly, dragging her nails over the pale expanse of Anders' back as he pressed the head of his cock against her very welcoming hole. Her hips pressed against his and with a growl, he thrust himself in her; she wasn't nearly as tight as Hawke, but he was still a man, and her hot walls around his cock made him shudder.

Hawke's eyes watched intently as Anders set a pace she knew all too well, his flesh smacking against Isabela's as their hips clashed together roughly again and again. She heard Sebastian make a sound and slid her hooded gaze to the prince who now had his hand on his cock, stroking himself as he watched the mage fuck the pirate. Smiling, Hawke rose from the bed and moved toward him. His sapphire gaze jumped to her as she pressed herself against him, arms wrapping around his neck and drawing his head down so that their lips crashed together. Her tongue delved into his mouth and he moaned, both hands sliding down her slim back to find purchase on her heart-shaped bottom, lifting her against him. His hips rolled against her, his cock pressed against her belly and she made a noise of pleasure against his lips before she drew away.

"Finish undressing, Sebastian," she purred, "and go fuck my mage. It will please me to watch."

"Hawke," he moaned her name and did as she said, leaning down to yank off his boots before shimmying out of his breeches until he stood bare before her. He swept her against him, kissing her roughly, which she obviously appreciated. Drawing back, he swallowed and moved around her, kneeling onto the bed; was it wrong that it aroused him so intensely to know she would be watching and enjoying herself?

Perhaps. But he wouldn't dwell on that now. He moved up behind Anders and drew his hands down the mage's back who shuddered in response. Sebastian licked his lips as he slid his hand down, caressing Anders' sac as the mage thrust in and out of Isabela who writhed like a wanton whore beneath him. Anders moaned, a sound the prince found made his cock tighten with pleasure.

Sebastian brought a hand to his mouth, his tongue laving saliva on his digits before he lowered it to slip between Anders' pert buttocks. His finger found the puckered skin and slid inside, Anders' ass tightening at the sudden intrusion though he moaned loud. Encouraged, Sebastian added a second finger and stretched them, pumping them even as Anders continued to fuck Isabela. His free hand found Anders' hip and held him still much to Isabela's disappointed moan, as his fingers prepared the mage for what came next.

He pulled his fingers free and grasped his cock, moving up behind Anders to press the head against his hole. Anders shuddered and pressed back against him, giving Sebastian all the encouragement he needed to thrust his hips forward and sink himself into the mage. Isabela and Anders both cried out, the prince's thrust having shoved Anders' cock deeper into her. All three of them shuddered and began to move as a cohesive unit bent on the sole purpose of deviant desire.

Hawke licked her lips as she watched Sebastian fuck Anders as Anders fucked Isabela; she would burn for it, but right now she didn't care. It was the most erotic sight she had ever beheld, especially Sebastian thrusting himself in and out of her mage. Her long legs carried her to the side of the bed where she crawled to lie beside them. Sebastian's eyes found her and she smiled, drawing her hand across her flesh to settle it between her thighs; he licked his lips, biting at the lower one, as she slid her own fingers inside of her and began to match their rhythm.

Pants and moans filled the room, as they all worked to reach that moment when everything exploded in a white starburst of intense pleasure. Anders' hand found Hawke's breasts and caressed it, electricity flowing from his fingertips to taunt her; she shuddered, thumb rubbing over her nub as they continued. Sebastian's hands tightened on Anders' hips, his thrusts becoming hard and desperate, in turn making Anders' thrust harder much to Isabela's delight. Hawke propped up slightly and continued with herself even as she leaned her head down to lock lips with the pirate; Isabela's tongue was more than eager to duel with her, stroking over hers' before taking complete control of the kiss.

It wasn't long before Isabela hit her limit, crying out into Hawke's mouth as she came hard on Anders' cock. The chain was started and, between feeling her cunt clamp down on his cock and Sebastian buried in his ass, thrusting, Anders couldn't hold back his release and he nearly yelled as he spent himself. Growling low, Sebastian leaned over to bite down on Anders' shoulder as he thrust harder and harder, before he straightened, tossed his head back, and, with a shudder, spilled himself within the mage. The sight proved too much for Hawke and her own caresses to her cunt soon were too much and she fell back on the bed, all eyes on her, as she brought herself to her own mind shattering orgasm.

Disengaging themselves respectively, they all fell to the bed in a mass of sweaty, trembling limbs.

"Mmmm, this turned out to be much more fun than I'd thought," Hawke chuckled. "Definitely going to need to do it again sometime." Anders grunted, pulling Hawke into his arms and nuzzling her throat.

"Only if I get to fuck Sebby next time," Isabela commented, half sprawled on the prince at the moment.

"Oh no, I have claim to that already."

"I would think I get some say in this," Sebastian drawled, an arm tossed over his eyes.

"You would think," Anders mumbled with a chuckle.
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