Asrai Devin

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ― Sylvia Plath

A Hawke in her hand is worth a Bull in her bush

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I had a week and i forgot about a blog for today. So I’m stealing this from my fan fiction file. If you are familar with the Dragon Age series the characters may look familiar. If you aren’t, it’s still a hot read, but some of the details may be lost on you. Get the games, play them, then come back. These are from 2 and 3. If you want to see more of my fan fiction you can find me on Archive of Our Own.

 

Ara went out Cole’s door at the top of the Tavern. It was late and she wanted to avoid Sera, who was drunk beyond reason. Her lover, Iron Bull, had gone with his Chargers on a mission and she looked forward to heading back to her tower to touch herself.

No Bull and no Krem and no one else she was interested in, meant she wasn’t going to get laid.

She could cut through the tower and down the steps outside Cullen’s office. Home free, she thought as she watched over her shoulder. Outside in the cool night air, she stopped and took a deep breath. She didn’t bother going slowly or silently into the tower.

She stopped short. There were candles. Garrett Hawke was back in residence.

Her eyes fell on him. He was laying on the bed. Naked. Stroking his cock.

Oh fuck. She’d walked in on him. Masturbating.

Hot damn!

He froze as her shadow fell on the room.

“In-In-Inquisitor,” he stammered.

“I apologize. Normally no one is in here and I use it as my personal shortcut.” She started to back out then stopped.

“Unless you’d like some uninvited company.”

He hesitated and looked down at his hand. She didn’t wait for him to respond, she closed the door and crossed the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and replaced his hand with her own.

She watched his eyes as she stroked him. “I thought you and … the Qunari?”

“We are. But we are both open to others. I’m sure he’d love to fuck you when he gets back. Will I do for now? I know you and…” Anders— whom Hawke had killed after he blew up the Kirkwall chantry. “I’ve heard stories.”

“I’m open minded,” Hawke said.

Ara’s lips curved upward. “Me too.” She feathered her fingers over his balls while bending to take his cock into her mouth. He groaned as his hips raised to meet her.

She nearly laughed, she’d also been shy and nervous when she was first with Bull, but his careful care of her erased most of the effects of her past trauma. Human cock was going to be a new experience.

She could take a lot more into her mouth for one. Which Hawke seemed to appreciate if she could judge by his moans and the rocking of his hips. She wished Bull was here to appreciate her technique, and the reactions she elicited. She tried to make note of them, so she could describe them in detail when he returned.

Her nipples were tight under her tunic, and every time she moved they rubbed against her shirt, intensifying the sensation. Her pussy ached and she rubbed her legs together.

He pushed her head away. “I don’t want to come yet. It’s been a while for me. Take it easy on me.” His face had a light sheen of sweat on it. “Take off your clothes, Inquisitor.”

She stood beside the bed and undressed as slowly as she could. When she finally shed her smalls, she realized if she got any wetter she’d be dripping.

“What do you want?” Hawke’s voice was pure sex.

She wanted everything. She wanted to be touched everywhere. She wanted to be filled. It was as if she’d gone months without sex, instead of days. When offered everything where did one start?

“Start with a touch and do what feels good.” She took his hand and pressed it between her legs. He slid his fingers along her slit. Then parted her and wet his fingertips on her desire. He rubbed her clit in a gentle circle.

She cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. She pinched them, rolling them, stretching them.

She watched as Hawke pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth. “Kneel over me, I want to taste you.”

She didn’t hesitate. She lifted herself onto the bed and gripped the headboard while he pressed his mouth against her cunt. He dragged his tongue along her slit. She nearly pulled away when he dragged it over her clit. “Fuck,” she said, tensing her legs to keep herself still.

“Okay?” he asked, his mouth slightly muffled.

“I didn’t expect to be so sensitive.”

His reply was a long, steady lick. “You taste better than Orlesian wine.”

It was so cliche, but then his mouth was working on her again and she didn’t care. “You’re, uh, good with your tongue.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth. “Your mouth,” she panted, pressing her fingers into the headboard.

“Do you want to come?” he asked.

Repeatedly. “Ungh.” His tongue was moving against her. How was she supposed to answer?

He stopped. “Ask nicely,” he growled.

Her legs nearly gave out. Did he know how much she liked being dominated?

“Please, make me cum, Ser Hawke.”

She thought he said “good girl” but it was so muffled by the blood rushing in her ears, she couldn’t be sure. What she was sure of was his tongue against her clit, so fast, so hard. It took all her willpower not to ride his face.

The quiver started in her belly and moved down her thighs before exploding out her pussy. She rode it out with his tongue continuing the assault and then when her legs were about to give out she pushed herself away, afraid she might collapse on his face and suffocate the man.

“Maker,” she said. She rubbed the flat of her hand along the underside of his cock as it lay against his belly. “Shall I climb on?”

He grinned. He grabbed her chin and held her. He kissed her hard, his tongue rough in her mouth, but his beard soft on her face. He rolled her to her back, pushing her legs apart and settling himself between.

When he kept kissing her, she thought he waited for her to say no. She lifted her hips and pulled her head back. “Yes,” she whispered.

He nipped her bottom lip and thrust into her, fully. It was a bit of a strange feeling, someone else’s dick filling her. She was so used to Bull now. She liked it. She dragged her fingers down his back lightly, she grabbed his hips and pulled their bodies together.

“I don’t know if I can make this satisfying for you. It’s been too long and you teased me too much.” Their hips met in a moderate rhythm.

Part of her wanted it to last for a long time. Until Bull got back. And part of her wanted to fucked hard and quick.

She had an image in her mind of being fucked by Hawke and Bull fucking him. Or vice versa.  She bent her knees and hooked herself around his hips. “I don’t mind quick,” she ground out, between clenched teeth.

Instead of increasing his speed he stopped and pulled out. Was he done already? She knew he said he’d be quick, but seriously.

He laughed at the expression on her face. “Roll over. We’re not done.”

She flipped, so she was on her knees. “Lay down. Relax.”

He spanked her ass and she giggled. He probed between her legs with his fingers again, rubbing her clit. She moaned, pressing into the mattress, but her ass sticking up. And then mercifully, he pushed back into her cunt.

Andraste’s flaming cuntlips.

He was hitting some part of her body that she never had before. She wanted more. Needed more. His hands were pushing her hips down and she hissed.

He bit her shoulder and then he fucked her. He pounded into as fast as he could. She relaxed on the pillow. Yes, yes. That was what she wanted. She felt her pussy flood as she orgasmed from deep inside, the shivering, trembling and warmth spreading from where their bodies joined through her entire body.

And a few more thrusts, she felt him shudder and stiffen inside her. He let his body weight rest on her. She probably weighed more, so she didn’t mind. She shifted herself to find a comfortable position.

“I can’t wait for Bull to get back.”

“He’s not the jealous type?”

“He’ll want to share you.” She grinned at him, rolled off the bed, and dressed. “That was far more enjoyable than touching myself alone. Thank you Ser Hawke. See you tomorrow.”

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