Thread: Torturing a Prince - A DragonAge 2 fanfiction (Mature)

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. This one contains incest. Disclaimer Don't own it, don't sell it, just obsess over it! ------ Torturing A Prince Pairing SebastianF!Rogue!HawkeBethany ------ Hawke smiled and embraced her sister, arms wrapping tightly around the young Grey Wardens frame. It had been a long time since shed seen Bethany not since they had come together to find out why they were the targets of assassination. When they had learned of their fathers involvement in keeping an ancient Magister sealed away. It was nice to see her little sister in a peaceful moment, rather than in the flurry of battle and looming, ominous shadows that always seemed to follow her and those closest to her. Dear Sister, it is good to see you, Bethany smiled as she pulled back. It is. How long are you allowed to stay? A week, at least. Bethany glanced around the room, stepping away to walk over to the rather impressive Viscounts desk that her sister had received when accepting the position as Viscount of Kirkwall. That was almost a year ago, to the day. Life has been good to you, sister. She trailed her fingers over the desk, before turning and resting her hips against the surface, arms folded across her chest. Viscount and Princess. Hawke sighed and shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. I married Sebastian because I love him, not to be princess of Starkhaven. Bethany nodded, though inside she could feel the familiar churn in her gut whenever her sister said she loved the Prince the young Grey Warden mage had always harbored tender feelings for Sebastian Vael, but when they had gone to the Deep Roadseverything had changed. She had been sent to the Grey Wardens to save her life, while her sister had returned and grown close to the Prince. In the end, after Anders and the destruction of the Chantry, the two had married and worked together to rebuild when Sebastian had come with them to find out about the assassination attempts, she had to admit to herself the jealousy that burned in her blood, the envy. Sebastian is here? She asked as nonchalantly as she could, looking at some obscure spot on the wall as if something there fascinated her. He is spending some time here, aye. He is family now, so I asked him to join us. Hawke approached her, gently clasping her arm and smiling. Come let us go to the house. ------ Dinner had gone well enough, Hawke figured. Bethany had asked to retire early and had taken their mothers old room she knew something was bothering her little sister, but she continued to keep it bottled up, a habit she had gained after joining the Grey Wardens. While she wanted to believe otherwise, she knew Bethany harbored resentment toward her for what had transpired in the Deep Roads she would not have done a single thing differently. If she had not taken charge, her sister would have died. The only difference of choice would have been leaving Bethany with her mother she would have been safe, or at least safer. Are you alright, lass? Sebastian wandered up behind her to turn her, his arms having wrapped around her slim waist to pull her flush against his warm body. His nose immediately nuzzled her throat, taking in the faint lavender and leather scent that was uniquely hers. She mmmd softly and nodded, lips trailing across his defined jawline as he continued to nuzzle her neck. Aye I just wish I knew how she felt. She has stopped confiding in me all together. Sometimes I think its because I sent her to the Grey Wardens. Sebastian raised his head, the back of his knuckles dragging across her cheek in a comforting way. You did that to save her life, she knows this. There is a rift but I know eventually you will be able to bridge that gap and find your way back to each other. Hawkes smile was immediate and tender. You always know just what to say, she whispered as she slid her arms around his neck and brought his head down. Her lips brushed faintly across his own, teasing, tempting. A brief caress that had him longing for more. And you, lass, always know just what to do, he gave that sexy chuckle that made her knees weak before he turned them. His body pressed against hers, pushing her against the wall by the bottom of the stairs. Since the Chantry had been destroyed, hed resigned himself to the fact he could not keep his vows to the Chantry not only because he needed an heir, but also because of the love for Hawke hed been fighting for all those years. Hed married her because he loved her, not for an heir. His bruising, yet passionate kiss was proof of that, and if that was not enough, there was the way his hands were running through her dark curls, and then the way they slid down her neck, over her shoulders to find her generous breasts his strong hands cupped them, caressed them, nimble fingers tuned by years with a bow pinching and tugging at hardening peaks. Her moans were an aphrodisiac he knew he would never tire of. His hands plucked open the fabric of her top, before she caught his wrists, gasping as she broke their kiss. Not here, she whispered as she tried to catch her breathe. Bethany may yet wander from her room. Come, we should go upstairs. Keeping a hold of a hand, she led him around the banister and up the stairs, the two exchanging a number of heated kisses on the trek up. By the time they reached the Master bedroom, their perspective tops were still barely hanging on, skin glistening in the faint light of the manor. The door was kicked shut behind them, though it failed to close completely they paid no heed, too wrapped up in each other as they tumbled to the bed. ------ Bethany wanted to apologize at least, that had been her original intention. Her amber gaze had watched as husband and wife nearly tumbled on the stairs in their embrace, hurriedly trying to make their way to Hawkes bedroom. Sebastians chest gleamed in the light and she felt desire begin to burn hotly between her thighs, her eyes fastening for a moment on her sisters bare breasts and the hard, tan nipples peaking each mound. Was it wrong that her sisters flesh in turn aroused her as much as Sebastians? Quiet steps brought her to the cracked door where she, ashamedly, peeked in. Her skin flushed hotly, tingeing pink with embarrassment and desire how could it not, when she watched Sebastian nearly tear Hawkes skirt from her body and toss her on the bed. His hands made quick work of her small clothes, fingers dipping between her thighs to stroke her, Hawkes head falling back with a loud moan as her naked body trembled. She knew she should turn away and leave that instant this was a private moment between husband and wife but she didnt want to. Eyes stayed locked on the display before her as Sebastian removed his own clothing her gaze suddenly finding purchase on the length of his cock as it sprung free from its confines. Maker, but was he gifted or blessed something of the sort, but she could not seem to think coherently at the moment, her tongue wetting her suddenly dry lips. He pushed her sister down, kissing her hard, and Bethany could see their tongues as they dueled hotly during the passionately embrace. His hands found hold of her thighs, pulling Hawkes long, agile legs straight up against his chest as his hips shot forward Hawke cried out, back arching, head thrown back as Sebastians sword sheathed itself within her to the hilt. Bethany bit back a moan, squirming. Maker, she had to get out of her now before she embarrassed herself by doing something daft well, more daft watching her sister being fucked had to be high up on the daft list. Turning on her heel, she fled back to her room, where she proceeded to solve the little problem the scene had aroused in her. ------ In the afterglow of the moment, Hawke, while nuzzling Sebastians throat, mumbled something about wandering off to the kitchens to find them a drink and possibly a snack sex with Sebastian was exhausting and perfect the stories hed told of his wild youth had not been exaggerated, thats for surethough she had been certain they were cautionary tales and stories to brag of. She slid on her robe, tied the sash, and leaned down to kiss his sensual lip before she left the room. Silent and quick steps would have carries her down the steps had a faint, and rather unusual, noise caught her attention it sounded like a womans moan the only other woman in the house was Bethany. She padded quietly to the door of the guest room and, tucking her dark curls behind an ear, she pressed it to the door and listened intently out of morbid curiosity. They were most definitely moans of a sexual nature. Breathy gasps, followed by low half broken moans, and tiny little mewls of pleasure. Was her sister with someone? Who could have gotten into the house without Hawke knowing? She listened still, waiting for some indication of who her sisters partner was, but nothing came, just Bethanys sighs and moans. Sebastian Well that certainly made her brows jump about a foot up her forehead into her hair. She knew for certain Sebastian was in her room, so that left only one other alternative Bethany was fantasizing about her husband. She should be appalled. However, the rogue had always been the bit of devious sort until she had met Sebastian sex, and some of its more unusual appeals, had never fazed her. Well, save for the really unusual appeals. Turning, she went back to her room with a deviant idea already weaving itself through her mind. That was quick, Sebastian murmured, raising his arm from over his eyes where he had laid it to look at her. Bethany seems to have a crush on you, my love, she commented off handedly as she leaned down to kiss his lips, her gold eyes glistening with a mischief hed grown to love. Her hand stroked over his bare chest suggestively. Is that so? He drawled, his accent making her wet all over again. Oh aye, she is in there, right now, touching herself thinking about you. She all but purred the words and she could see the shock, as well as the arousal he was trying to hide the erection now tenting his breeches belied his initial shock and betrayed how turned on he was by her admission. Is that so? He repeated, though she could hear the ever so light break in his voice. He cleared his throat. Oh aye. She drew her hand down to the waist band of his breeches, tracing the skin there teasingly, before she dipped it down to his front and completely held his completely covered cock in her hand. She squeezed appreciatively, loving the way his head fell back with a throaty moan. Her frame bent and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his ear, breath fanning the shell as she spoke. Why dont we go show her what shes longing for? Youd be perfect to deflower her. He jerked, obviously surprised. W-what? Oh come now you cant tell me youve never had two sisters before, she teased in her most seductive tone. What with all the stories Ive heardare you saying no, my love? Im certain she wouldnt tell you noYou have always like her, havent you? He gave a strangled groan, his erection painfully hard against her hand. With a chuckle, she moved away, grasping his hand and drawing him up from the bed. They kissed heatedly, stroking a fire that never died, before they left the room and headed for Bethanys. It had only been minutes and Hawke was satisfied to hear the breathy little moans still coming from behind the shut door. She set a finger over her lips, signaling him to be quiet, as she stealthily opened the door and peeked in. Bethany had her back to them, she was pleased to see. Her body was covered in a thin slip, the skirt bunched at her hips it was clear she had a hand between her legs, stroking and caressing herself to the whisper of Sebastians name falling from her lips. Go to her, Hawke whispered so lightly into his ear, he wasnt sure he heard her until she tilted her head toward her sister. He swallowed thickly and nodded. He slipped quietly onto the bed and behind Bethany, his hands grasping her shoulders and turning her so she laid flat on her back she nearly squealed, shock evident in her wide eyes, her face flushing a scarlet red. He smirked, dipping his head down to kiss her. At first it was soft and then hard, his tongue taking advantage of the surprised part of her lips and sliding in to invade her passionately. After giving in for a sheer moment of human weakness, Bethany ripped her lips away and pressed her hands to Sebastians muscled chest. Her own heaved as she tried to compose herself, though it nigh impossible with the way her heart was racing and her limbs were trembling. Sebastian! W-What are you doing here? WhyImy sister! Her idea, lass. He chuckled and tilted his head to the end of the bed where Hawke was standing, completely nude, watching them with her golden gaze. S-sister? What She blushed a deeper shade of red if that were even possible. Hawke had to stifle a feminine giggle at how cute her younger sister looked. Shh I know you want this, Bethany. We know what you were doing, Bethany groaned and turned her face away. You want himI know you do. Hawke crawled up the bed and up to lay on the other side of her sister. She reached out, sliding a hand into Sebastians hair, pulling his head across the gap that was Bethany to kiss her husband with wild abandon. Bethany couldnt help but watch the way their mouths fused, and the way that their tongue would dart out, stroke the other, and tease. She hated to admit it, with the fact that it was her sister and her husband, but watching them, it was so very arousing and so very taboo. Something forbidden. As Sebastian had been to her all this time. It was always that way wasnt it? The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest. She gasped suddenly, a hand on her breast caressing, rolling her mound and fingers plucking at the cloth over her nipple which hardened in response. Sebastian continued to kiss his wife as he teased Bethany with his hand, while Hawke slid her hand up her sisters pale, trembling leg. Bethany trembled and moaned low in her throat as Hawkes fingers found her wet, burning center, tracing the lips there before daring to dip inside and stroke her. This was so wrong in her mind she knew that, but she couldnt help the way it made her feel. H-hawke Shh, its okay, just let yourself go. Sebastian will make feel so good Hawke whispered against her ear soothingly after breaking the intense kiss with her husband, her fingers still working her in sure, steady strokes. After a moment of teasing, she took her hand back and brushed aside Sebastians own to pluck the ties of Bethanys night slip, sliding it down off her shoulders, arms, then down over her sharp, yet shapely hips. Tossed to the side, she had a moment to admire the Grey Wardens pale flesh she never understood why Bethany always felt over-shadowed by her, the young mage was as pretty as her, if not more so with that alabaster skin. Hawke sat back and Sebastian moved, a strong hand hooking Bethanys thigh to part her legs, so he could settle himself between them. He leaned down and kissed her, hands sliding up to caress her pale breasts. Fingers pinched at her nipples, tweaking, pulling, rolling them until they ached unmercifully, moans of pleasure following each action. Hawke licked her lips and ran her hands down Sebastians back, dragging her nails down his spine to make him shudder. Hands slipped around to untie his breeches, before working them down his hips and off his body not an easy task at that angle, from behind, but one she managed. Bethany gasped, her whole body shuddering as Sebastian took her hand and brought it to wrap around his impressive cock. Her fingers trembled, but he was satisfied to see her tongue wet her lips, amber eyes heating to a look all familiar to him, one Hawke gave him many times before. He moaned low as she tentatively began to explore his length with her fingers, then her whole hand, as his hands traced her flesh and caressed her breasts. Hawke kissed his neck and bit sharply with her teeth, making him shudder with appreciation. She always knew just what to do to get his blood flowing like fire in his veins. Take her, Hawke whispered against his ear. He growled, a sound she didnt hear often enough in her own opinion and both and Bethany gave a tremble of appreciation. He took Bethanys hand from him and placed the head of himself against her wet nether lips. With one sure thrust, he settled himself within her making the young mage arch and cry out, hands fisted in the bed sheets he didnt give her long to recover from his taking her virginity, pulling nearly free before returning, thrusting fast and hard, Bethany instinctually appreciating the fact that he worked to give her pleasure to help her move past the ache and pain that came with her first time. Hawke wet her lips as she moved slightly to sit beside Bethany, taking in the sight of Sebastian thrusting his cock, hips dipping low and deep it made her wet, her own center tingling and throbbing at the remembrance of Sebastian being between her own thighs. She dipped her hand down, stroking herself, moaning as she flicked her clit, her other hand combing through Bethanys hair soothingly as the young mage tossed her head back and nearly screamed at the pleasure she got from Sebastian fucking her. Hawke whispered words to soothe her sister before meeting eyes with Sebastian, her own lips curling up into a devious little smile. Hawke took her hands back, pressing them to Sebastians chest, pushing slightly to pull him free of her sister. Arching a brow, he leaned back with his legs bent at the knee and open, watching her curiously. I know this was your first time, Bethany. Come let me show you how to make Sebastian feel good. She helped her trembling sister sit up, drawing her closer to Sebastians seated frame. Let me show you what he likes. As Bethany watched, Hawke settled between Sebastians legs and kissed him hard, deeply, making them both moan rogue sucking in her cheeks to create a tight suction on him as she began to bob her head on him while a hand stroked his base and sac. He moaned with his head dropping back, body shuddering with pleasure as Hawke even being no mage worked her magic on him. After a moment of this, she pulled back and moved out of the way. Now you, Bethany do as I showed you. Bethany trembled, biting her lip, but nodded and took Hawkes spot between the Princes legs. She cupped his face and kissed him, shyly, before with more nerve. Then she did as her sister had, dipping down his lean, toned body to find his cock with her mouth. It was hesitant, unsure exploration at first, lips and tongue clumsy, yet Sebastian found it highly erotic. His sapphire gaze found Hawkes golden one and she smiled coyly, licking her lips. He shuddered the minx he had married reminded him of the way hed been in his youth in a way, they were perfect for each other. Bethany gasped, lifting her head, sucking in a deep breathe. Sebastian slid his hand into her hair, tight, bringing her back to his cock he thrust his hips ever so slightly, bobbing her head on his cock much as Hawkes had done shortly before, his gaze intent on his wife. His head fell back and he groaned loud. His hand in her hair pulled her free and up, giving him a moment to calm down, not quite willing to spill his seed just yet. Very good, he drawled, Bethany blushing hotly. A quick study much like your sister. Ithank you Bethany mumbled, trying her best not to let her embarrassment show. Hawke chuckled and took Bethanys hand, turning her and pressing them to the bed. Now, up on your knees. Bethany did as she said, her body trembling as she all but presented herself to Sebastians gaze. He devoured her, moving up onto his knees behind her, his hands finding purchase on her hips. He rubbed the head of his cock against her sopping lips subtly stained in red to provide proof of her innocence and teased her until she pressed back against him, nearly pleading for him to fill her. With a dip of his hips, he thrust himself inside her, the mage crying out as he threw his head back with a groan. Hawke again watched as Sebastian slid out and back in, first as a soft, slow pace, before picking it up and meeting harder, faster, the flesh of his thighs and pelvis smacking against Bethanys buttocks, tingeing her skin a faint, yet enticing red. She couldnt help but watch it was almost like watching herself at Sebastians mercy besides the tint difference in their skin, the Hawke sisters had always looked alike. Her tongue slid across her lips as she watched, so incredibly turned on by the sight. It was erotic to gaze upon the perfect specimen of a man that her husband was, the way his body glistened with perspiration, muscles bunching and releasing as he thrust his cock in and out of Bethany, his head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted, breathes erratic she would keep this image forever, she knew. Bethany cried out suddenly, her back bowing as her body shuddered, her cunt flooding Sebastians cock with her hot release. He let her fall to the bed, pulling free from her and moving to Hawke, kissing her hotly, so incredibly aroused and ready to explode. Bethany watched with hazy eyes, her body tingling endlessly, as Sebastian turned Hawke onto her hands and knees. He moved up behind her, grunting with a groan as he sheathed himself in her familiar, hot center his hands found her breasts, pulling her up and back against him as they moved together in unison, hips grinding and swaying. His thrust were hard and fast, Hawke panting and moaning loud as he fucked her, hands tweaking her breasts, lips and teeth teasing her neck and ear. Bethany couldnt tear her eyes away, she was enraptured by the sight as wrong and taboo as it should have been. Her body trembled, the orgasm rocking her body nearly all over again as Sebastian pushed her older sister to an intense release, his own following swiftly after with a hoarse yell that was her name. They fell to the bed beside her and she blushed, tucking her face into the bed now that the haze of pleasure was wearing thin, the reality of what had just happened was settling over her, almost guiltily. Hawke chuckled, pulling Bethany into her arms, with Sebastian holding her from behind. They remained embraced that way, Bethany slowly easing and finding comfort in being with the two of them as wrong as it was, it felt right, to be here like this. You should come home more often, Hawke teased, kissing her sisters cheek. Bethany choked on an embarrassed laugh and turned a heated red Maker, what a visit home this had been.