Fiat Justitia

"Why even bother taking the time?" the young magister asked, crossing his arms and looking to Hadriana from where Hawke tested the weight of her wooden daggers. "Why do anything unless you enjoy it?" Hadriana replied. "You enjoy watching them spar?" "I enjoy watching her," Hadriana said under her breath, regarding her companion with a spark in her eyes. "Don't you?" "I..." the mage replied, before looking back to Hawke. She and Fenris had begun to circle each other now. "It's a pity she's a slave." "Quite the contrary," Hadriana said, motioning towards her. "Did you wish her?" The man flushed and his lips smacked closed as Hadriana laughed and sat down. An elf brought them iced mint tea, and raised a parasol to keep the sun off her mistress. "Don't you ever think about it?" Hawke said under her breath, out of earshot of the mages. She was in just her smalls and bra band to spar Fenris, who was equally dressed down in the heat. Fenris advanced into a series of blows with her, muscles tensing as his wide waster glanced off her small wooden sticks. He could not keep up with her, and he flared blue as he swung, just barely glancing and knocking her off her feet. Hawke kipped up with ease, snapping her leg to catch him against the back of his knees, before rolling and pinning him to the ground. Hawke pressed the wooden dagger to his throat, "There's a life outside these walls. We are meant to be free." When she mimicked slicing him open, Fenris rolled, and they each evaded to keep away from the other's weapon. Fenris spoke in a breath as they glanced blows again, the wide sword swinging, "Such thoughts do us no good." "You only say so because you don't know any better," Hawke replied in a whisper as she rolled out of his way, snagging his arm to knee him in the back. He took it with stride, and the wide blade swept her way, smacking an arm before hitting her in the chest with the pommel. "Unless you like this." "Do not talk," Fenris said through his teeth, raising his blade to advance on her. It wasn't until the last moment that Hawke moved, her own daggers hitting his elbows and knees, before she followed through and kicked him in the small of the back. "Or is it my Anders," she stressed, speaking in between deep breaths. The sun was fricking hot, and she had to wipe the sweat from her brow. She caught herself on a hand as Fenris swiped at her, before following through with a roundhouse that thwacked his shoulder. "He is not yours, nor anyone's," Fenris said, narrowing his eyes. "Oh, I see now," Hawke replied, arms moving in a flurry to block his sweeping blows. She cursed when he hit the back of her hand, dropping the dagger. She followed it to the ground, snagging it before rolling out of the way. Fenris stabbed after her, but he wasn't fast enough. "This is fun." Fenris shook his head, almost smirking as they exchanged a few more blows. "I just enjoy sparring you - breaks up the..." Hawke murmured, a little winded. "You're very good." "Thank you," Fenris said, before being caught by another kick. He huffed a little, before saying, "So are you." "Oh I know," Hawke replied, with a brief, devilish grin. A ghost flickered in her features as he pushed her back. They grappled and she whispered, eyes on their hands, "Can you hurt him, Fenris?" Furrowing his brow, Fenris only paused a moment, before continuing with the movements of their spar. He made sure Hadriana and the other mage were far enough before he chanced whisper, "I don't know." "You've never tried?" Hawke asked, wiping the sweat from her temple as they parried each other and squared off once more. "I... I could not," Fenris shook his head, and his limbs glowed blue as he darted and caught Hawke off guard. She floundered back, and his wide wooden sword followed, smacking the ground as she rolled out of the way. They locked up again, and he growled slightly, "The things he would... I have no desire to be given to Hadriana as punishment." "No," Hawke said in a breath, and they paused as each panted. The sun was high overhead, and they were both glistening with sweat. "Little bird," Hadriana called, and Hawke looked, just barely putting her arm up in time to stop Fenris' blow. He stopped too, and they both dropped their eyes. "Come. Fenris, continue." Hawke nodded briefly to Fenris, meeting his eyes before she put her draggers aside and went to Hadriana, sinking to her knees beside the mages. She was still out of breath as she said, "Is there something you wish, mistress?" "Many things," Hadriana replied, smiling at the man beside her. "Expose your breasts for our guest." Cheeks already flushed from exertion, Hawke blinked lengthily as she hesitated. Before she could be scolded, she untied her breast band and let it drop to the ground. Hadriana reached to caress Hawke's hair back from her face as the man beside her exhaled. "His former master was much more conservative than ours," Hadriana coolly said, reaching down to caress Hawke's breasts. The rogue nodded and tucked her chin down as her nipples hardened. The lady magister eased back into the shade of her parasol. "But that magister is no longer his concern, mm? Do as he pleases, and it shall please me." "Yes, mistress," Hawke said breathily, shamefully closing her eyes. "What do you wish, sir?" "Good," Hadriana glowed, and took up her tea, eyes sparkling as she watched Hawke. "It's Salvo," the mage replied, glancing to Hadriana as he undid his trousers. "If that helps you, dear," Hadriana smirked, biting her bottom lip as the young mage asked Hawke to touch him. Snickering would do no good. The position he had taken over was a considerable one - best play the part. Hawke closed her eyes as she ran her hand up the man's thigh, gradually wrapping her fingers around his half-hard member. He sighed out and slipped his hand into her hair, leaning into her grasp. Her pulse was coming down from the combat, and her breath flowed over his thigh, prompting him to urge his hips into her hand, hardening further. "He was rather keen on the way I described your breasts - the way they move when you fight," Hadriana casually said. "Hadriana," Salvo almost laughed in a breath, blinking as Hawke wet her palm. He sighed out and looked down as she stroked his shaft, glistening skin slipping as it reddened. "I know I'd like to see it," Hadriana murmured, licking her lips. She ran her fingers up her chin and over her lips, Salvo watching her as she mused. He groaned as Hawke's strokes sped, clutching and tugging his hardness. "Wet him well, and lie back, little bird." Hawke closed her eyes, feeling the man's eyes down upon her as she leant forward, letting her saliva gather on her tongue before suckling his shaft into her mouth. Salvo groaned and tightened his hand in her hair, giving a little thrust to push in deeper. His hips pulsed, stroking his engorged member in her mouth a few times before he pulled out. Exhaling, Hawke laid back on the hot brick of the patio, squinting in the brightness. Hadriana grinned and put her bare foot on the rogue's head to hold her down as Salvo sunk to his knees and straddled Hawke. Soon the man's hands were on her breasts, caressing their softness, his sac dragging up her stomach as he moved. He leant forward to kiss the inside of Hadriana's thigh and the woman chuckled, before he massaged Hawke's breasts again. Salvo let his weight sink on her stomach, pressing Hawke's breasts together to slide his slick cock between the cleavage. Groaning, his thighs tensed, and he squeezed them tighter, moving his hips to stroke. Leaning forward, he spat on her breasts and smushed them again, cock gliding into the formed passage with more ease. "Hold your breasts for him, pet," Hadriana purred when Hawke made a sound, and she rolled her foot so the rogue was forced to look at the sparring ground. Hawke slid her hands up to squeeze her breasts together, and Salvo gripped her shoulder, his thighs and ass tensing against her stomach as his cock slipped against her skin. Nearby, she could see Fenris sparring, but as Savlo groaned and ground more quickly, the elf hesitated, watching the debauchery. He was watching her. A blush renewed itself on Hawke's cheeks, and she clamped her lips shut as Hadriana murmured encouragement to Salvo. She could hear the smack of their mouths in a kiss, and his fingers tightened on her shoulder, and she saw Fenris adjust himself in his smalls, before he turned away and disappeared into the mansion. Hadriana purred her encouragement, toes wriggling on Hawke's cheek as Salvo fucked her breasts, and the two mages kissed again. Holding her breasts, the rogue closed her eyes, her pulse in her throat as she was used, and the man above her groaned and pinned her down, thrusts moving quickly, slipping in the passage of her breasts. With a sudden jerk, Salvo groaned out into Hadriana's lips, and Hawke felt the warm spurt against her throat, his strokes slowing and slipping with greater ease in his spilt seed. The lady magister moved her foot and stood, a quiet spell on her lips to rejuvenate Salvo, and she pulled him to his feet. They kissed more deeply, and her hand sought his loins, his eager groan smothered by their kiss. Hawke was left on the ground as Hadriana tugged him back towards the mansion, and the rogue only sat up when her mistress was gone. The elven slave nearby glanced towards the door before offering Hawke a bit of cloth. "Thank you, Sylaren," Hawke quietly said, blushing as she turned her eyes down and wiped the semen from her reddened breasts.   ===***===***===***===***===***===***===***===***   Entering from the courtyard, Fenris ignored the other slaves and marched to his master's chambers, skin glistening from his training. He took the pitcher of water and drank deep, closing his eyes. The image of Hawke on her back was there, her breasts pressed around the mage's cock. He exhaled roughly from his nose, before drinking more of the water. "Fenris?"        The elf turned at Anders voice, his expression softening as he said, "I apologize. I forgot you were resting." The enslaved mage walked in from their small ancillary quarters. Dark circles under his eyes, Anders waved a hand, "Difficult to sleep in this heat. Hopefully Danarius doesn't need me again tonight." "What... what does our Master use you for?" Fenris said, before realizing Anders was staring. He cleared his throat and glanced askance as he adjusted his pent hard-on. "Hadriana was... allowing her guest to use Hawke." "What, and you liked it?" Anders smirked, crossing his arm and leaning in the doorway. When Fenris softly scoffed, the mage's expression shifted. "Is she alright?" Putting the pitcher down, Fenris said, "I am not sure. Our Master has... done things to her. But she is allowed to train with me now. It's rather enjoyable, actually." Anders closed his eyes and nodded, looking down, "I'll get us out of this, I promise. And you can come with us." "You sound like her," Fenris murmured, running a hand over his forehead to wipe his sweat into his nearly translucent, damp hair. Shrugging, Anders said, "Well however fun being enslaved with you might be, I've never done well in a cage. Just another challenging escape. And I won't do it without ensuring you and all the other elves are freed as well." Crossing the room, Fenris took Anders cheek and leant up to kiss him. The mage was a bit surprised, but as the elf pressed to him, he cupped the other man's neck, and their tongues met with a subtle groan. Fenris stepped into him, their bodies pressed together, and the bulge in his smalls pressed against Anders loins. When their lips broke, Anders laughed once and asked, "So what were they doing to Marian?" Fenris averted his eyes, even as Anders brought his hand up over his loins, and he exhaled roughly before saying, "The mage was using her breasts. Fucking them." "I wish I could see," Anders whispered, leaning into Fenris and kissing his neck. He let his breath tickle the skin, speaking close to his ear. "In a better time, she loved that sort of thing. She's actually quite depraved, you know." "Oh?" Fenris breathily replied, running his hand up Anders' chest as the mage kissed his ear. He groaned as he licked delicately up it, breath magnified and hardening him further. "You would have done it?" "And much more," Anders murmured, chuckling a little before kissing his neck again. Anders slipped Fenris' smalls over his hips as the elf writhed against him, running his fingers up the underside of his member. They kissed again, an eager play of lips and tongue that left them softly gasping as Fenris gathered up Anders' simple robes. Sinking to his knees, the elf stroked firmly and kissed the mage's pelvis. "Maker," Anders sighed, leaning back into the doorframe and looking down as the other man trailed his tongue over the curvature of his hips. His eyes closed into a groan as Fenris pressed a soft kiss on the engorged head. Anders slipped his fingers into his pale hair, and tensed as his cock disappeared into those lips. He spoke in a breath, "Somehow I think we'd have made a lovely trio." The only reply Fenris offered was the glide of his tongue down the veiny underside of Anders' shaft, drawing a deeper moan. He twisted his head, drawing his tongue around it as he suckled and moved into a subtle bob of pace, urged by the fingers tightening in his hair. Anders' knees weakened, and he propped himself up in the doorway, looking as the elf's lips slid across his wanting member, and when Fenris ran his hand up his buttocks to tease a finger against his tight ring, he panted out. "Turning me to jelly," Anders gasped, tensing his thighs in the moment before Fenris wiggled a finger into his anus, and the mage's head fell back against the door as his hips urged into the elf's mouth. "Hardly fair to you... agh, sweet Maker Fenris..." The elf chuckled against his loins, before suctioning and swallowing Anders' deep, closing his eyes as the cock pressed back in his throat, stretching and taking it in a well-trained manner. Anders jerked again, pumping his hips as Fenris worked another finger into his tight ring. "Seeing that man fuck Marian's breasts," Anders cheeks were flushed as he looked back down Fenris fellating him. "Wouldn't you rather come close to that? Ngh, I'd much rather... it be you over your fingers." When Fenris plucked his mouth off to speak, Anders stepped away, snagging his wrist, "I... I do not know when Master returns." "He's at the senate," Anders said, voice ragged. "First of the month, you know." "Ah," Fenris said, letting himself be pulled back towards their small cot. When Anders kissed him, his hands gathered the man's robes again, and the mage let him pull them off. Lips enmeshed again, he shivered as Anders groaned, and their cocks rubbed together. Anders mouth found his neck, and lips and tongue ran up to toy with Fenris' ear, drawing a throaty sound as he whispered, "Don't think of him. Think of what you want." Fenris exhaled roughly, eyes closed as Anders suckled his skin and teased his sensitive, elven ears. He followed as the mage pulled him down onto the bed, and soon his hands ran along the other man's thighs, hips slowly grinding together to keep rubbing their throbbing members together. "I think of what you want," Fenris rumbled by Anders' cheek, and in a moment they were kissing again. He shuddered as the mage breathed the arcanum against his lips, and soon a hand followed down his shaft, slicking it with grease. "Do you want me to beg?" Anders whispered, stroking the elf and drawing another groan. Fenris planted a hand on his chest, steadying himself as he closed his eyes, pulse rushing with desire. "No," he panted, and a momentary flush of colour was across his cheeks. "I merely cannot recall... this... is not my role. It is not allowed." "One of many things to change then," Anders huffed, his hand running down Fenris' forearm to encourage him, and the elf eased his cock against the mage's back door. "Just... go easy at first." Fenris hung his head down, watching in the shaded room as Anders stroked up his own cock. His loins pulsed and he urged the head of his member into the tight ring, exhaling sharply at the sensation. Anders groaned, and pressed his head back onto the pillow, thumb caressing over the head of his own cock, smearing pre-cum as the elf inched deeper. "Is this alright?" Fenris breathed, thighs tenses as he forced his way deeper, gliding slick on the oil. Anders roughly exhaled, half smirking as he murmured, "Yes - Maker, yes. Come here..." He cupped his hand around Fenris neck, tugging him down for a kiss, and the motion pulled him deeper, hips coming flush and making Anders moan into the kiss. Fenris lay into him, twirling his tongue as his pulse choked him, the throb in his loins equally viced by the twitch of Anders' ass. Pulling out of the kiss for air, he hung his head over the mage's shoulder, skin to skin as he scarce moved his hips. Anders tugged his knees higher, making the next slow roll of Fenris' hips sink deeper, and their moans muffled into each other's skin. Caressing around Anders' neck, Fenris sat up more, backside tensed as he felt down the mage's chest, easing into a lethargic pace that prevented him from being overwhelmed. He hooked his other hand under Anders' knee, pressing it higher as he looked down on their union, the mage's pleasured pants shivering into him. When he groaned louder, Fenris reached up to clamp a hand over his mouth. "We cannot be heard," he whispered, a subtle fear underlying his words. There was mischief in Anders' eyes and he nodded, lips puckering into Fenris' palm. Keeping his hand there, Fenris looked back down to where Anders stroked his own cock with the slow paces of his thrusts. Huffing a breath, he bit his lips shut, the sound escaping out his nostrils instead as he ground together, sweat on his skin from the hot day. The sound of Anders' pleasure was muffled by his fingers, sending a zing of curious delight through him. Digging his fingers into Anders' thigh, Fenris mouth fell open, thighs tensing to roll his hips at a growing pace, slick and hard in the tight passage. Grinding more roughly, he tempered the needed pant in his breath, finally closing his eyes and dissolving into the throb of pleasure, loins tightening. He could feel the smack of Ander's hand against his abdomen, jerking himself with the same growing frenzy. When Anders' breath caught, Fenris opened his eyes, watching the mage arc and feeling the sudden clench about his cock. Huffing hard, he pressed deep and shuddered with the rush of lust through him. Pumping to milk the sensation as he erupted in the man's ass, he watched Anders writhe, the mage's hand slipping in the milky strands spurting over his stomach and chest. Fenris' fingers smeared off of Anders lips, still throbbing and spilling his seed as his hips slowed, and he bent over the man to hungrily take his lips.