Fiat Justitia

"For what it is worth, I am sorry about your mother," Fenris quietly said as they remained on watch outside of the caravan. They were travelling up coast at Danarius' behest, with Bethany in tow. There was a mage tower where the Fade was weak - where they researched it - and Hawke had a target in the town. Danarius' reasons for the trip were unknown. "Thank you," Hawke emptily replied, her eyes on the ground. It had been a week since the day in the courtyard. Looking into the growing dark, Fenris hesitated before saying, "They say death is only a journey... does that help?" "I don't know," Hawke said, shrugging before nudging him. "But thanks." They stood in silence as the shadows deepened, and Hawke looked over the jagged hills and dry skies. Winter was gathering - whatever winter was in this country. She could run and they couldn't stop her. She would be free, would she even be worth tracking? Across the plains and through Nevarra, what would anyone care if she made it that far? They wouldn't know the scarred brand on her chest. She could be a person again. "She needs me," Hawke finally whispered. "Hadriana?" Fenris said with mild disdain. "No, you idiot," Hawke almost smiled, but the expression was lost. "Bethany. I just want to be near her. I know how I feel, but she and mother..." She choked her mouth closed, closing her eyes before she more quietly said, "They were always closer." Fenris pressed his lips into a line, standing alongside her, "It is not wise to defy your Mistress." "You say that like I don't know," Hawke smirked and glanced at him. "You haven't seen the latest marks." "Ones she has bestowed in delight," Fenris emptily replied, "For pleasure." Hawke shuddered and crossed her arms, looking into the night as a flush rose on her cheeks. "It's alright," he said more softly, leaning so their upper arms touched. "It hasn't been in a long time," Hawke quietly snapped, putting her hands on her daggers and taking a step away from him. "Fenris?" Bethany appeared at the tent flap, and they both looked at her. "Master Danarius wishes your presence." Glancing to Hawke, Fenris bowed his head and followed Bethany back into the tent erected against the outer wall of the caravan, leaving the rogue in the dark. "Come here, pet," Danarius said from where he sat, and his offered hand was soon above the elf's head. He smiled thinly, caressing Fenris' pale hair before trailing a finger down his ear. The kneeling man shivered and tucked his chin lower. "You wished me, Master?" "In a manner of speaking," Danarius replied. Bethany moved across from them to settle into her cot, removing her shoes and keeping her eyes distracted. "Take care of Bethany's feet." Crawling towards her without further encouragement, Fenris reached for one of Bethany's feet, taking it up to firmly run his thumb up the underside. "It is really unnec-" Bethany twitched a bit at the touch, blushing as she glanced from the elf massaging her foot to Danarius. "Unnecessary, master. You are too kind." "He has strong hands," Danarius simply said, picking up the skein of wine beside him to take a drink. His voice was tempered steel, "Useful for many things. It has been a long day, and you deserve to unwind." Fenris took her foot, kissing the top of it before his warrior's fingers began to work along the muscles. Bethany watched as he kept his eyes down, before glancing to Danarius. The magister's eyes were upon her, and he rose as she slouched in the cot and let the elf massage her feet and calves. "I can only imagine the weight of your mother's death upon you, my dear," Danarius said as he walked to her side. "And to have lost your only sister to crime - it is unfair that such a radiant young woman such as yourself need to go through so much." "Thank you, ser," Bethany answered, looking aside as Fenris' lips found her calf, tongue following in a swirl to the back of her knee before his strong hands continued their work. "The forum was quite pleased with your work," Danarius said, drawing the length of red cloth from his wrist. "But you are too conservative. You must move beyond such reservations. Something my little wolf will help you with." "Master, I-" Bethany's words fell away as she bit her lip, the blindfold wiping the world away. He tied it at the back of her head. "Yes, pet, that is wonderful," Danarius coolly said, brushing his fingers over her hair. Fenris moved up her body, his mouth and tongue lavishing her skin, lapping soft kisses and tasting the salty nooks where sweat gathered. Bethany's breath clipped away as he suckled and moved, blushing darkly as he tugged her robes open. She turned her head, the movement heavy under Danarius' hand upon her brow. "It is easier this way," he said to her in a fatherly way. "I almost think to restrain you, but something tells me you will give in. Unless that is what you wish? To be given no choice like your sister?" Bethany made to respond, when Fenris' fingers slipped into her sex, and she cried out in soft surprise, the apples of her cheek burning red. Danarius' hands fell upon her shoulders as she tensed and shook her head, the flick of the elf's fingers sparking a fire in her. The magister's eyes stayed upon Fenris, watching the branded man dip forward to close his mouth over the nub atop her sex. Danarius let Bethany fall back on the cot, licking his lips as he said, "Perhaps." Gripping the edge of the flimsy cot, Bethany arched as Fenris' tongue flecked over her clit, breath catching at the invasive delight. Blind to the act, her senses focused into her body, where his fingers buried and wiggled to urge her pulse faster. She'd seen the things he'd done, the people the elf had been with, could she even react - her body reacted without thought, and a soft moan hushed her thoughts as she blushed darker. "You are hard, Fenris," Danarius hushed from where he'd gone to kneel behind Fenris, running his hand up tight pants over the elf's loins. "Do you enjoy this?" Breath over Bethany's slit, Fenris lapped his lips before murmuring, "If you wish me to, Master." Danarius clutched a handful of Fenris' pale hair as he caressed the pent hard-on, before running his fingers around to urge down the waist of his pants and leave it about his knees on the ground. The mage pulled his own robes off and slipped his smalls off to grease his cock and press the head against the sculpted cheeks of his ass. "Tell me, Bethany - have you ever been with a man?" "I-" Bethany's voice clipped as she rolled her hips, Fenris' tongue finding her clit again as he fingered her. She struggled with the erratic flub of her pulse, "A couple, master." "Women?" the magister casually asked, watching the shudder down his elf's spine as he teased his cock down against the wrinkled pucker of his anus. "No, ser," Bethany whimpered, Fenris' pace faltering as he looked up the smooth, pale skin of her stomach. "I - I never wished..." "Would you like him to fuck you, dear?" Danarius purred, exhaling as he let the head of his member rest right against the tight entrance. Fenris pressed his forehead to the soft down of curls guarding Bethany's sex, fingering her slowly, his free hand over her thigh and abdomen, feeling the tensile writhe of her pleasure and shame. "I..." Bethany's thoughts wavered, sluggish in the torrent of sensation welling through her loins. The cot shifted as she moved, urging her hips into his hand, and she could scarce respond as her senses effaced even more. "It would please me greatly," Danarius replied, and Fenris' groan muffled into Bethany's sex as the mage urged his hips forward, nudging the head of his cock into the elf's ass for only a moment. "For him to pleasure you. You deserve this, there is no need to conceal your desire." "I... I am not..." Bethany's words fell away as she writhed again, Fenris' agile fingers hitting that spot deep within her and making it difficult to think. When she groaned deeply, Danarius chuckled, running his hand up the back of Fenris' neck to grip his hair and hold the elf's face on Bethany's loins. "There is pleasure enough. You are ever eager to please me, little wolf." With the last of his words, the magister eased his hips forward, filling Fenris's backside and making him falter in his cunning arts. "Melt her in your mouth, pet." Fenris ran his free hand up Bethany's leg, pinning it back against the cot and steadying himself as Danarius flowed into a hard pace that jerked his body with each penetrating thrust. Panting against her sex, he pushed his fingers deep, tilting up to wiggle and stroke as his tongue flowed over the hardened little man in the boat. Blind behind the cloth, Bethany gasped hard, tensing her leg against Fenris' hand as he pleasured her. The smack of their bodies together filled her ears, renewing the blush on her cheeks as her pulse throbbed in her loins. When the elf closed his mouth over her clit, the bubble burst, and the undulating motion of his fingers forced her over the edge. The pleasure bled to her fingertips, leaving a wake of numbness behind as she gyrated with the rhythm of his mouth against her sex. Danarius grinned wickedly and tightened his fingers in Fenris' hair, using it as leverage to drive into his ass. He looked down, watching the blur of his thrusts into that tight passage. Closing his eyes, the magister listened to the young woman's pants as she came down, the muffled groans of his slave against her sex, and shaking his head, he dug his fingers into Fenris' hip and violated him at a more frantic pace. Bethany gripped her knees, lying limp on the cot as she gasped for air, blushed darkly as Fenris pulled his fingers out, his breath hot and hard against her swollen wet nether lips. When the magister cried out, she squeezed her eyes closed beneath the blindfold, listening to their voices meld and respond as the pleasure devolved. Softly trembling, Fenris pressed his forehead against Bethany's inner thigh for stability, feeling his master's thrusts slow and slick in the spent seed in his backside. His cock throbbed, untouched and hard between his legs. "Good boy," Danarius cooed, letting go of the elf's hair and caressing down his back as he pulled out and sank on his haunches. "Come." Turning around with defined lethargy, Fenris' placed his hand on Danarius' thigh, fingers wrinkled from Bethany's sex. Bending down, he swallowed the man's cock to clean off the spunk. Meanwhile, outside the tent, Hawke clenched her hands, nails digging into her palms as she crouched on watch. Staring into the darkness, she listened to their softening pants and quiet breaths, pulse in her ears.