Fiat Justitia

Anders sat in the library, transcribing by lamplight. His hand ached, but it was that work Danarius gave him that he often looked forward to. More than once he had been forced to do tasks quite similar in the Tower, and it had made his handwriting neat and quick. It let him find other tomes more to his liking – searching for something that may help them escape. It gave him time alone to think. Hearing uneven footsteps in the hall, Anders closed the book in his grasp, and rose to slip it back amidst the cases. He was almost back to his chair when Hadriana appeared in the doorway. He sat down and smoothed his inky fingers up the spine of the book to find his place. Soon, the woman's fingers were in his hair, and his quill froze. "Always so diligent," she whispered, leaning against his back and trailing her hands down his neck and shoulders. "It is no wonder our master is so fond of you." Anders neatly laid the quill down. He could smell liquor on her breath – and something else. A flash of memory from helping a beggar in the streets: madcap, a deathroot and mushroom concoction. Licking his lips, he quietly said, "Is there something you wish, mistress?" "You could say that," she replied, and her fingers were on his neck again. "Our master is busy with his frisky wolf, and does not wish you there." Anders swallowed the lump in his throat, keeping his eyes down, "Oh?" "Indeed," Hadriana said, and she inhaled, leaning her breasts against his back as she sighed. "So it seems I may be allowed your company. Come…" Laying a ribbon to mark his page, Anders snuffed the lamps and followed to where she waited by the door. Crystals in the hall lit their way – it was later than he had thought. Hadriana opened the door to her bedchamber, and motioned for Anders to go in. The room was well lit with warm candlelight, and a flowery musk lingered in the air. At his entrance, Hawke sunk to her knees without a thought, and it was only when she saw him that her eyes widened. Her wrists were bound together in front of her, and a gag strapped her mouth open, her lips glistening with saliva. Otherwise, she was completely naked. Anders swallowed dryly as Hadriana put her hands on his back, urging him deeper into her room. She began to undo his robes, when he caught her hands, shaking his head when her lips touched his cheek, "No…no, I cannot." The sweetness in Hadriana's features hardened, and she slapped him hard enough to leave a reddened glow on his cheek, "There is no question of your compliance. Or would you prefer I fetch Danarius from his playtime with Fenris, so you might tell him yourself you have denied your mistress. Now remove your clothing." Anders cheeks coloured as he turned his head and gathered his robes to pull them overhead. Twisting them, he tossed the robes aside as Hadriana's hands moved over him. When he looked at her, Hawke's brow drew together, and her arms fell limply onto her knees. "Yes, she'll stay," Hadriana sweetly said, before running her fingers over his stubbly cheeks and pulling him down into her lips. Anders closed his eyes and weakly put his hands on the woman's waist, as their lips parted and tongues meshed. Beyond them, he could hear Hawke's shuddered breath. Hadriana smiled into Anders' lips, kissing more roughly as she ran a hand down over his hips, grasping his member without hesitation. His breath hitched in her mouth, and his hand plied her waist, prompting her to chuckle and stroke his half-mast until he was hard. "So well trained," Hadriana purred, turning and pushing him towards the bed with a hand on his back. Dilated eyes soaked him in, following the bruises along his thighs – recognizing what her master favoured. She smacked his ass and said, "Lay back, I'll make this easy." Anders expression faltered and he looked to Hawke again, who had kept her chin up. The restrained rogue looked from him to her mistress over his shoulder, huffing out a breath again. Her skin was flushed, and she sat with her knees apart. When he sat on the bed, Hadriana pushed him back and climbed aboard, having discarded her own robes. Kissing him quick, the soft curves of her body pressed against him, and his treasonous pulse leapt in his throat. "Isn't this what you wish to see, little bird?" Hadriana asked as she ground her hips with Anders. He scrunched his eyes closed and choked on his breath, the wetness of her loins and netherlips catching on his hard shaft. "Not beaten, not hurt, but groaning with the pleasure of me. That I care for you so much as to fuck him." Hawke made a sound into her gag, her chin falling down, and there was the suck of air as she tried to keep from drooling, her mouth unable to close. "Don't dare look away," Hadriana said, a razor's edge in her voice. Her voice grew more airy, her skin flushed with arousal. "You'd hate to see what happens if you look away. Or do you think it's you I'll hurt if I don't get what I want?" Lifting her eyes once more, Hawke watched Hadriana catch Ander's arm, his fingers in a fist, and the mage pinned him down. Her mistress leant and pressed her breasts into his face, the soft scrape of stubble on the soft skin. "Come now, Anders," Hadriana whispered, and it was a moment before his mouth opened, suckling her nipple in and teasing it hard. Closing her eyes, she sighed and ground her hips again, feeling his arousal slide against her wet slit. Hadriana sat up, meeting eyes with Hawke once more as she reached between her thighs, and grasping Ander's cock, guided it in those lips. Her eyes began to close, and she rolled her hips to let the weight of her body sink, filled and linked. Her breath shuddered out, matching the tortured exhale from Anders, and she planted her hands on his chest, looking at Hawke again as she began to fuck him. Breathing heavily, Hawke coiled her hands into fists, watch Hadriana take Anders' hand and guide it up her body. She couldn't hide any sound, the ragged edge in her breath clear around the gag. Thought somehow didn't factor into the way she began to buzz when Anders had pulled off his robe, when his cock had hardened in Hadriana's hand. Hawke blinked lengthily, shivering at the sound of their union, the quiet pluck of skin and hitching breaths. A harsh slap opened her eyes again, and Anders groaned, Hadriana looking at her. "Next time it will be much worse," Hadriana said, digging her nails into Anders peck and drawing a soft whimper from him as she rode him. "Don't you wish to see this, pet?" Eyes up to them, Hawke shivered, her shoulders scrunching as she forced herself to nod. Was she even forcing? She exhaled roughly, watching Hadriana drop her hand to Anders shoulder, gripping him to angle her hips and grind on his cock, drawing a deep groan. "Of course you do," Hadriana said, flushed and still hazy from the drink. She looked down at Anders and kissed him, fingers knotting in her hair as she jerked her hips, pulling him deep. She looked up again to Hawke, "You want our pleasure." Hawke exhaled roughly, the blush on her cheeks darkening as Hadriana sat up again. The mage dropped her hand between her thighs, planting her free hand on Anders' thigh as she touched over her clit and sighed out. Anders hands snaked over her knees, holding her as their hips hit, the tension in him grating tighter. "Perhaps we need her to prove her want," Hadriana said, slowing as she looked down at Anders. He jerked when she tweaked his nipple, and she grinned more kindly than usual. "If it is what you wish," Anders said in a breath, and he groaned as she easily slipped off him, the air hitting his damp loins. "I see why Danarius adores you so," Hadriana said as she walked to Hawke and motioned. "Get up." Manoeuvring with experience, Hawke balanced herself and rose without the aide of her hands. She choked on a gasp as Hadriana thrust her hand between her thighs, slipping in the wetness there. "And I thought the flush said it all, but this," Hadriana said, kissing Hawke's cheek in reward. "So wet and wanting from watching us fuck." Hawke groaned, the sound a soft whine against her gag, and her knees weakened as Hadriana slipped her middle finger in. "Hot and slick," Hadriana said, putting her lips by Hawke's ear. "Loving watching your mistress fuck a man. Just wishing it were his cock here. Wishing it were you riding. Wishing for anything." Exhaling against her gag, Hawke swayed into Hadriana as the woman wiggled the finger, sending a zing through her at the attention. She nodded despite herself, closing her eyes and biting the gag, only to have Hadriana step away. "Then come show us," Hadriana said, taking Hawke's upper arm. Anders sat up at her prompting, and she pushed Hawke back against the bed, urging her to sit up against the headboard. Licking her lips, she bent to kiss the fount of Hawke's sex, pushing her legs wide apart, and the bound rogue groaned. "So eager..." Anders swallowed thickly, watching as Hadriana dipped again to kiss the damp curls that guarded Hawke's sex. He tensed his hand into a light fist. "Show us," Hadriana said, sitting back and pinning one of Hawke's thighs wide apart. The mage's bright blue eyes turned up, "Show me how much you wish it were you." Hawke exhaled deeply, eyes flickering a moment from Anders back to Hadriana as she adjusted her bound wrists. She ran her fingers down over her sex, her pulse skipping faster at the anticipation, before caressing over her swollen, wet lips. "Perfect. Eyes on me, sweetness," Hadriana purred, dilated eyes blinking lethargically with intoxication. She reached a hand back, caressing over her ass as she said to Anders, "Now fuck me." Hawke watched as Anders crawled on the bed behind Hadriana, blushing more darkly as she toyed over her clit. His eyes were on her, caught between his own hard arousal, her self-pleasuring hands, and her face. Hadriana's nails dug into her thigh, and Hawke's eyes snapped back down. Dragging his fingers over Hadriana's ass, Anders gripped his damp cock and shoved it back into her with little hesitation. He watched Hawke's fingers delve into the wet folds of her sex in the same moment, and huffed out a deep breath, gripping the woman's hips to jar into a rough pace that made Hadriana moan. He could see Hawke over the woman's shoulder, two fingers deep while she swirled over her clit with her other hand, her bonds almost preventing her from doing it. He could hear her sighs and see the way her body rolled and moved, knowing it so well – knowing the ways she pleasured herself for him so intimately. Hadriana's eyes swam, and she leant forward to lick alongside Hawke's fingers as they wiggled, and she groaned, "Your scent little bird, what it does to me. Wanting this so badly. Don't you?" Expression twisted by the pleasure, Hawke opened her eyes to see Anders once more and she moaned against her gag. It prompted him to reached up Hadriana's back, watching as he pounded into her wet slit. The air was filled with the ragged edge of their breaths, and the bed rocked beneath him, shaking Hawke's pert breasts. "You have been good, perhaps you deserve it," Hadriana hushed against Hawke's crotch, senses consumed with the scent of her musk. She nudged Hawke's hand off her clit, and kissed it. When she suckled upon it, Hawke moved her fingers and arched into the woman, her mistress' tongue smothering the sensitive nub and urging her into that frenzied place of tense desire. Lapping the little pea, Hadriana bobbed with the force of Ander's thrusts, panting as she licked her lips and pressed her nose into the scent to gasp, "Yes, pet… let me taste you… agh yes!" She gripped Hawke's thigh, closing her mouth on her clit to suck and swirl her tongue as Anders gasped hard. The world devolved into a blissful wash as Hawke's moan choked on the gag, her fingers caught in the tense of her muscles, undulating to press into Hadriana's mouth. The shiver of oblivion soothed the aches in her, and she forced her eyes open to watch Ander's head drop, moving with a sudden jerk that forced Hadriana's moaning lips into her crotch, the woman lapping at the thick dampness of her orgasm. His hands were on Hadriana's back, and his expression was lost to the same, a sweet abandon in his features that Hawke had dearly missed. Hawke shook her head, shuddering as Hadriana still toyed with her clit and pulled her fingers out to replace them with her own. A spark of energy was in her touch, and it jolted Hawke to writhe even more, trembling with the force of the next wave. Hadriana lifted her face with dilated eyes, fingering Hawke roughly and pinning her with the other, forcing it with the magical touch. She lapped her lips like a feline finished its milk.