Filling a Blood Mage

"But Hawke's not here! We have time to practice!" Merrill pleaded with the two men across the room from her. "He won't be back for another month!"

"And if he's dead? What then?" Fenris chimed at her. "Or what if you suddenly get a knife in the belly? Not everyone likes elves, especially in this part of town," referring to the snobby Hightown around his master's old mansion. "Maybe you won't get the happy ending you want."

"I must agree. There is general...mistrust in our little party," Anders commented. "Doing this, behind everyone's back...could be hazardous to us all. Even if Hawke gets back from the Deep Roads, a couple of flirts here and there doesn't mean he loves you."

Merrill heard the words and felt their weight. "E-even still. I...I want to do this! We even held hands once! That's proof enough for me! I want to practice for him, and you two will help me, right?"

"Why us? We both hate you, for the same reason." Fenris replied in his usual cold way. "For what reason would we do this? We gain nothing except a few minutes of good feelings and then we're bound to a lifelong secrecy pact, or else we lose our connection to Hawke."

"I have some carved Halla statues. You can each have one."

"Just some bloody wood carving!? Keep it. I don't want any of that trouble."

"Agreed. We get nothing except calamity if we agree. Don't ever speak of this again." Fenris got out of his chair and motioned for her to leave.

"I-I have more things to offer, like where your sister is, or where the Templars are killing off mages." She spoke to each of them in turn, hoping for a reaction.

"You know of Varania!?" "They're doing what!?" The men were rattled, and turned to each other. "She knows more than she lets on," Fenris noted. "Such information is invaluable to both of us..." Anders agreed. "Should we..." They looked each other in the eye and silently agreed.

"On one condition." Merrill looked to Fenris hopefully. "If this gets out, I will tear out your heart and feed it to Hawke's dog. Clear?" She nodded enthusiastically, giddy from excitement. 

"Eeee! Oh thank you both so much! I'm so so so happy!" She beamed from the news.

"I say at her house." Anders piped up. "Too many eyes and ears here, and we aren't exactly inconspicuous in this town. We should meet up in one hour." Merrill ran out before he could finish.

"Is it wise to do this?" Fenris wondered aloud. "She's a filthy blood mage."

"Well, she did ask nicely."

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There wasn't a lot to clean up in her house, mostly half read tomes and loose leaflets. What she really wanted to clean up was herself. Her raven hair was matted in places, and she noticed a small droplet of blood underneath her locks from their last big fight with some bandits. Carelessly discarding her tunic underneath her bed, she admired herself in the full body mirror in the corner of the room. Her body was small and slight, without much muscle nor fat, but this made her wide hips more pronounced. She had perky breasts with small, pert nipples, a faint pink hue. The elven lack of pubic hair made her puffy labia look underdeveloped to a human's eye, but normal to most elves. Her long legs led up to a shapely heart shaped buttocks, bouncy but firm. The most notable trait was that her lower tattoo, similar bird-like design to her facial tattoos, was showing. It was a little known fact, but the Keeper had told her that when the tattoo over her lower abdomen was visible, it was when the woman was most fertile. She had to be careful, so she took a pill from one of two vials in the nearby shelf. Cleaning herself from the sink basin, she was ready.

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I hate this part of town. Anders thought to himself. At least in Darktown everyone is just trying to get by. Here, people will mug you without a second thought. He soldiered on and found himself at the Alienage, and eventually found Merrill's house. He invited himself in, turned, and found a blushing naked woman.

"Oh, here already? I-I-um...come in, make yourself comfy. Fenris isn't here yet...so, um..." She trailed off, realizing that the other mage was ogling her. Her blush deepened until her face was mostly red from embarrassment. She smiley cutely and turned her head. It wasn't long before the door opened again.

Seeing the scenario at hand, Fenris said nothing for a few seconds. "Well, now we all are. Shall we get started, blood mage?"

"I have a name you know..."

"I will speak it when you deserve my respect, blood mage." Fenris spat out. 

Anders changed the subject. "Well, Merrill. This was your idea, what should we do?" 

"Oh! Um...well I was thinking that...um..." She trailed off.

"Spit it out."

Taking a deep breath, she boldly said, "I want one of you in my ass and the other in my pussy and I want both of you to fuck me and fill me up with your hot cum!" I hope I said that right, or else Isabella would be ashamed of me.

The men were gobsmacked, and said nothing, but stripped nude in seconds when hearing the words that just flew out of the dainty woman's mouth. They were both well endowed, with large penises and testicles. Anders was wider than Fenris, but Fenris was longer, which was only compounded with the lack of pubes on the elf. Both men had their foreskin intact, sheathing their cocks snugly as it peeked out. The Anders' balls hung lower than Fenris, and each was wider as well, adding more girth to his package. The men were ready for action.

"You are fertile." Fenris noted Merrill's womb tattoo. "Are you sure?"

"Yep. It's fine." I just hope I took the right one... "So, who goes where?"

Anders said, "Maybe we should get her ready first, some foreplay and such?"

"She doesn't deserve it." Fenris grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed. He lay down, and pulled her on top of him, sliding nicely into her aching pussy, tearing her hymen in the process. Without a care for her safety, he began pounding her sloppy cunt furiously, the virginal blood helming with the lubrication. Feeling left out, Anders joins the fray, and forces himself into her asshole in between the elf's pelvic jabs. Merrill was completely silent for a while, stunned from the sudden attack on her groin, before she found her voice again, mostly screaming profanities she heard at the Blooming Rose or from Isabella herself.

Merrill gets turned around constantly, from Fenris in her pussy and Anders in her ass, to vice versa and back again, her breasts being sucked on by who ever in in her cunt at the time. Once in a while, one of the men slip and enter the hole with the other, stretching her poor holes to near unbelievable limits. After a while, she can feel a rhythmic contraction in her core, and also from the cocks inside her. With one final push, the three cum simultaneously. With her overused pussy filling with mage spunk and her sore ass with elven, she felt every single pulse of warm sticky cum filling her womb and bowels. After a short while, the men pulled out with a pop, followed by a slow trickle of white cream from both holes.

Exhausted and gasping for air, Merrill could barely speak. However, Fenris could. "That was good, bl- Merrill. But what about my sister? Where is Varania?" 

Merrill sleepily responded, "Sh-she could joi-"

"I think she needs rest right now." Anders interupted. "We can ask her later, but it's already nightfall. We must get back to our own homes." With that, the men dressed, hastily said their goodbyes, and left Merrill alone, semen still dripping out of her used holes. In her dreams, she saw Hawke's face, smiling, but it then changed into Anders' face, and plastered on a toddler's body. She awoke with a start and waddled to the toilet, dripping along the way. Looking closer at the two pill cases, she had taken the fertility enhancing drugs, instead of the inhibiting ones.

"May the Dread Wolf take me..."

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Author's note: Just pretend that Merrill actually has a bathroom instead of the little piss grate in game. I may come back to this at some point, maybe not. Leave a review if you liked or if you have an idea for a future part. Take care everyone.