Fiat Justitia

"A pity all your lovely marks are gone," Hadriana casually said, as she checked Hawke's bonds.
When Danarius came inside, she paused to await his approval. "I will leave them in your care, Hadriana," Danarius said, his expression unreadable. '"The boy has challenged me to a duel. I must go to arrange the details. And yes, do as you please with her." "Thank you, sir," Hadriana hid her smile as she bowed her head. Touching Fenris' cheek, Danarius looked the elf over and said, "Protect your mistress. I have heard Hawke is quite the formidable opponent." "Yes, Master," Fenris said in a subdued way. He watched as Danarius left before following Hadriana down the hall – the mage had her hand upon the back of Hawke's neck. He recognized the look in her eyes. He withdrew into himself as they settled into her quarters, barring the door and watching only as much as was needed – he would do his master’s bidding. "Kneel," Hadriana simply said, and when Hawke resisted the command, uttered words weakness on her breath. The whirl of magical energy sapped the rogue’s limbs, and she sunk to the floor. "When Anders kills Danarius, he will come next for you,” Hawke said, her voice still dry. She lifted her head as she mage moved. “No, correction. I'll kill you myself." "Very spirited," Hadriana said, her eyes turning to Fenris where he stood. "And so very loyal. It only adds to your beauty." "And you’re a sadistic bit - agh!" Hawke snapped in surprise and nearly fell over as Hadriana cut across her shoulders, slicing her shirt and spilling blood. She grit her teeth, hissing as she made to reply - but there was a ghost in her skin. "Shhh," whispered Hadriana. The blood gathered as a mist in the air, and Hawke froze. She struggled with the sudden weight, her tongue unresponsive. She saw the world in the sudden window of her eyes, a panic that she couldn't address. Sensation was rushing back into her limbs - the ropes were being cut, her bonds were broken… this was her chance.
From where she knelt on the floor, Hawke whined, the sound keening as she fell forward onto all fours. Her right hand trembled, barely lifting from the hardwood. The Arcanum the mage spoke filled Hawke's senses, slowing and echoing in her thoughts, and as Hadriana sliced her hand, the ground darkened red and Hawke groaned. The oppressive weight had vanished, leaving her mind floating. Hawke gasped as she tried to gain her bearings. Why was there so much blood? Lifting her eyes, she focused on the robed woman before her. "Adoratio," Hadriana purred, and affectionately lifted Hawke's chin.
The word seemed to melt something in the rogue, and a breath shuddered from her lips. Hawke closed her eyes, putting her cheek in the woman's hand. It sent a thrill through her, and it seemed there was nothing else in the world. Fenris pressed his lips in a line, tucking his chin down as the blood magic sealed the word. He had seen it used before – magic that had been part of his life for as long as he could remember. He had seen the slaves die at his Master's hand to fuel his will. Hadriana revelled in its use to feed her hedonistic lifestyle. Yet it never ceased to unsettle him. His Master's apprentice was frivolous with the risks. "Come, little bird," Hadriana said, her eyes flicking to Fenris at the slight. "You have been unwell." "I have?" Hawke quietly asked, furrowing her brow at her hazy thoughts. She struggled to move, her arms stiff, and for a moment she stared at the impressions lacing her arms. She took the mage's hand and followed her deeper in the chamber to the bed on rubbery legs. "I missed you dearly… but you are all mended now," Hadriana said with a silk tongue. She ran her hand across Hawke's breast and down her hip, before kissing her cheek. "Tell me you’ve missed me?" The caress stirred something in Hawke, and she sighed, looking into Hadriana's eyes, "I… I missed you." Her chin dropped to watch the other woman's fingers run over her scars. "I... where are my clothes?" "You took them off, don't you remember?" Hadriana laughed lightly, plying her nipples. Hawke caught her breath, an uncommon flush on her cheeks as she murmured, "No, how silly of me. Then perhaps the real question is, what are you doing with yours still on?"
"Much better," Hadriana purred, cupping Hawke's cheek and pulling her down into her lips. Hawke groaned at the reward, her heart fluttering in her chest at the familiarity – familiarity she couldn't place, but that thrummed under her skin. This woman, who was this woman, she needed her, needed the taste of her skin and the sound of her sighs. Further thoughts eluded her, dissipating into the fog in her mind. With a sudden urgency, Hawke tangled her hands in Hadriana's robes and tugged them up over her head, tossing them on the floor before pressing a knee between the mage’s thighs and urging her back against the bed. Their lips enmeshed again, even as Hawke pulled Hadriana's breast band away and let their skin stick. When Hadriana withdrew for air, her blood slave slid downward. Hawke's mouth left a trail on the woman's neck, as she ground her thigh into her smalls. Each little suckle and ply of her teeth brought a growing tension in Hadriana's breath, and when Hawke swirled her tongue around her breast, a sigh followed. They were pert but soft, the skin yielding against her tongue and wrinkling to a hard nub as she nipped and toyed. The smalls against her thigh dampened hot as she ground, and Hawke glanced up to Hadriana as she plucked the nipple with her teeth and moved to her other breast. Hawke's skin was dark compared to her own, golden from the sun and dusty from her time in the street – a time buried in her mind. Hadriana rolled her eyes closed, tangling her fingers in Hawke's hair to urge her mouth on, and slowly teeth marks showed around the pale breast, each one a slow bite that set the mage’s heart faster. "Yes, sweetness," Hadriana purred, pulling at Hawke's hair as the woman caressed down her body. Hawke pushed the smallclothes aside and slipped her fingers through the damp curls and netherlips. Her dark eyes looked to Hadriana for approval as she teased, exploring the shape and heated softness. In reply, the mage pulled Hawke to her, kissing her roughly and prompting the rogue to bury a finger knuckle-deep. Muscles tensed about it as Hawke wiggled her finger, claiming Hadriana's mouth with her tongue as she penetrated her with a second finger. The moans were lost in the kiss, and Hawke pressed her thigh against her hand to keep it deep as she stroked the damp tightness. Hadriana arced into her, their bodies cloyed together with sweat from the hot day. Hawke tore her lips away, thoughts heady and swimming with the unnatural adoration, and she slunk down Hadriana’s body with feline poise, nipping her breast in passing. Her mistress's fingers slipped through the bloody gash across her back, prompting Hawke to hiss, but it was lost as she traced her mouth over the curves of Hadriana's pelvis. They were light kisses, caresses, and her tongue dipped into the soft hollows of her curves, making the mage writhe as Hawke continued to finger her. Hawke's mouth closed on the fount of Hadriana's sex, tongue swirling over the small nub there and causing the mage to moan. Closing her eyes, she flecked and ground over the clit, fingers moving deep to draw a more urgent sigh. Fenris stood with his eyes averted out the window. The mage's growing cries of pleasure did little for him, unable to remove the cruelties she perpetrated from his thoughts. He had grown tired of the games Hadriana played, but was thankful her attention was diverted from him in the end. It was enough to be ignored.
It was some time before the addled Hawke was sent from Hadriana's bed, and her senses began to recover as Fenris restrained her arms once more.
"She will stay with you tonight," Hadriana said, adjusting the robe on her shoulders. It barely concealed the unmarred curves of her body. "And if she escapes, it will be on your head." "Yes, Mistress," Fenris said without hesitation, gripping Hawke by the back of the neck to lead her from the room. There was just barely enough slack in the ropes on her legs to let her walk knock-kneed down the hall. He led them into an ancillary chamber connected to Danarius' master bedroom.
Hawke's head rolled as he sat her down and tied her arms to the post of his bed, "En.. enjoy the show?"
Fenris didn’t reply as he fetched a candle, and used the wax to better seal the ropes and conceal the knots. He scarce looked at Hawke as she tried to lift her head, dark circles under her eyes. "Does she do that to you?"
Hesitating as he put the candle back on its stand, Fenris replied, "No. My Master would not allow it."
"I cannot think," Hawke whispered, her eyes dilated as she looked across the room.
"It is the effects of her control," Fenris more quietly said. "It will pass."
"But do I want it to?" Hawke mused.
Fenris returned to Danarius' room, and Hawke watched as he went about and repositioned many of the things tidied by the servants of the house. He finally drew the curtains and lit the lamps, before coming near her once more. He spoke as he stripped the pliant armour he wore, "If I find you trying to escape, you will wish you were dead." "He will help you," Hawke whispered, shuddering as she regained more of her senses. "Anders will help all of you." With little shame, Fenris shucked the last of his clothing and tossed back the covers of his meagre bed to crawl in. He pulled the sheet around his waist as he lay down and said, "Sleep while you can."
Hawke watched him as she sat on the floor, listening to the sound of his breathing. When it shifted deeper and more evenly, she tested the strength of her bonds, her hands beginning to numb. ===***===***===***===***===***===***===***===*** Hawke's head rolled as she woke, and she groaned, her neck stiff from the position she sat in. She could scarce feel her arms tied to the bedpost, and her ass itched. If that weren't bad enough, she had to pee. But the sounds from across the room fanned away the smoke of sleep. "Louder," Danarius murmured. "Please, Master," Fenris replied, a deeper, throaty edge to his voice. His breath hitched, into a groan and there was a shadow of movement on the bed, and the sheets fell across the footboard. "Fuck your pet." Laying her head back against the bedpost, Hawke shuddered from her place across the room, only able to see the faint silhouette of their movements. The heavy curtain across the windows glowed with light from the streets about the edges, "Yes, Master," Fenris gasped, and there was movement on the bed. "Fill me, I need your seed. Fuck me." "Good boy," Danarius purred, though the sounds in his throat deepened, matching the rhythm with which Fenris' own devolving moan. The silhouettes moved together, and Danarius bowed over his slave. There was the soft smack of lips and muffled groans as they fit together into one darkened mass, kisses broken by half breaths as their hips moved and the bed creaked. Swallowing dryly, Hawke watched them move together, the clench and thrust of their union undeniable in the dark. Her eyes would give her no more, and her pulse throbbed in her loins with the heat there. She shivered as Fenris deeply groaned, the smack of skin together quickening. Danarius sat up more, his arms repositioning, and he panted a breath in the dark, leaning his weight to pin Fenris' legs higher. The bed groaned as he bared down, and their panted breaths were unkempt by lips. The thrusts lengthened, hard and deep and urging each pant. A hand was visible over the elf's knee – his own, and he tensed to take his Master's cock. Hawke exhaled roughly, before pressing her lips closed and trying to look away. She could hear it none the less, the aggression and pleasure, the pluck of their skin as it stuck. But it was changing even then, and she missed what Fenris said. Danarius only chuckled and his arm moved up the chest of the man beneath him, his thrusts growing erratic as he panted, "No. Stay." Eyes upon the silhouetted pair once more, Hawke breathed through her nose as she saw Danarius grip Fenris' knees down and take his pleasure from him. The magister cried out sharply, and his head fell back as he milked out the last strokes. He discarded the elf's knees and sat back on the bed. With a flick of his wrist, a lamp on the bed flared to life, and Hawke had to squint. Without a word, Fenris crawled forward to his Master, all the more visible now in high contrast light and shadow, tattoos bright on his skin. He took Danarius' glistening cock in hand and leant over to swallow it down. The magister sighed out, putting his hand in Fenris' snowy hair to steady himself as the elf suckled and licked him clean. Fenris' own cock bobbed between his legs as he moved, hard and full as a sliver of his tongue became visible in the light. "Good," Danarius sighed, caressing the elf's head almost affectionately. He exhaled more fully and leant against the bedpost, before looking directly at Hawke. "Very good." "Please, Master," Fenris asked, lifting his mouth from the shaft. "Let your pet cum." Licking his lips, Danarius scratched his fingers through Fenris hair and looked down at his eager features, "You've please me the past few days… and I would reward you with more than your own hand." He motioned casually towards the elf's bed. Fenris followed his gaze to Hawke, and there little surprise in his expression at seeing her gaze diverted and closed eyes. It was clear though he was not fond of the connotation, but he dropped his eyes and said in a breath, "If you wish it, Master."
"I do," Danarius plainly said. From where she sat, Hawke breathed roughly through her nose, opening her eyes to glance their way as heard the bed creak with their movement. It was obvious now that the lamplight reached her. They knew she was awake. Danarius followed closely as Fenris rose from the bed and came her way, willing the lamp in the ancillary room to light. Hawke turned her head and half-closed her eyes to adjust to the light. "Hawke," Danarius said as he hovered behind Fenris. The elf's eyes were upon her, his lips in a dubious line. The magister put his hands on his slave's shoulders. "A hawk. Such a perfect match for my Fenris when you think of it. Strong creatures. Open your mouth." "I'm not yours to command,” Hawke said, looking up to them both, despite her position. "Master," Fenris said, as though to speak, but he stopped himself, closing his eyes as the magister trailed his hands down his back and plied the elf's hips. "She will comply one way or another," Danarius casually said, his fingers trailing back over Fenris' muscular ass. "You do as I say, or you will do it through your blood. Would you rather not be in control of that little inch?" Hawke pressed her lips together, trembling a bit. She still couldn’t feel her arms, and her legs were prickly with needles. The all too clear memory of Hadriana's actions… She flushed red as she lifted her head and reluctantly opened her mouth. Standing nude against Fenris' back, Danarius nestled his softened member against his backside and placed his lips by the elf's ear, "Now fuck her mouth, little wolf." Fenris shivered at the breath across his ear, and took Hawke's head in his hand, using the other to guide his hard cock into her mouth. Her lips fell around it, gliding over the sensitive skin and he groaned, pressing deep until he'd pinned her against the bedpost. "Hard," Danarius purred, his eyes there upon the union, upon the distress in Hawke's features, attentive to the discomfort in Fenris' breathing. "Fuck her." Gripping the top of the bedpost with his free hand, Fenris kept the other in her hair and moved into a quick thrust. Her saliva spilt down his sac as he partially choked her, hitting the back of her throat. He could feel the press of Danarius' half-hard cock against his backside, and he closed his eyes when Hawke shuddered, the protest in her throat muffled by his member. "Yes, pet," Danarius whispered against his ear, and Fenris groaned, feeling the lips brush his elven ear. "Fuck, and think that it were my tongue there. My lips suckling you. Isn't that what you wish?" "Yes, Master," Fenris said in a breath, fingers tightening in Hawke’'s hair as his hips smacked her mouth, and she tensed and almost choked again. "Yesss." Danarius squeezed Fenris' hips and ground his loins into the cleft of his ass, leaning against the elf to feel the jerk of his thrusts, "Do you want this, pet?" Pulse thudding hard, Fenris leant his head back against Danarius, jerking to glide in the wet lips that gripped his cock, "Yes, Master!" "Then cum," Danarius sighed against his ear, and in that moment, Fenris' thighs weakened, and he gasped a hard moan, swept into the sudden release. Beneath him, Hawke kept her eyes closed, mouth pressed wide as the elf's seed poured into her throat, unable to resist. She tensed in his grasp as he pinned her, stroking out the spurts and slowing as he panted hard. Fenris leant onto the bedpost, closing his eyes as his pulse raced and the surge abated. "You may sleep," Danarius said, and was gone, the lamps dimming at his command. He did something at his desk before retiring into his bed. The curtains beyond him fluttered slightly with the breeze that came in and freshened the hot air. Fenris moved his hips to pull out of Hawke's mouth, and the woman gasped for air, cheeks burning. Her head dropped forward as he moved with a defined lethargy and sunk into his bed. She coughed and shuddered, closing her eyes. "It is best you are quiet," Fenris quietly breathed. "Fuck you," Hawke whispered, biting her lips closed as she trembled, trying to quiet herself in the now silent room.