Hawke/Isabela & a STRAP-ON *Anders Secretly Watches*
anonymous
May 31 2011, 04:16:28 UTC
Isabela and Hawke are sex buddies. She's the first woman he's actually enjoyed being with but yearns for Anders. Hawke has never been with a man and Isabela offers to *take him* to give him an idea on what he will experience with Anders.
Bonus: Anders is spying on them and is shocked and happy Hawke feels that way and is both touched & aroused as he watches Isabela take him.
Isabela/Hawke + Anders -- Silk 1/7 --
anonymous
June 26 2011, 12:40:42 UTC
Anon is slow, but anon did finally write this. Anon is not super-happy with the end result, but that's the wonder of kink memes, is it not? Anon never has to own up ta having written this if anon does not want to.
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Contrary to popular belief, Isabela did not actually reside in the taproom of The Hanged Man. She had a room on the second floor of the same establishment, if only to have a place to stash her jewelry and her temporary lovers.
It was in this room Anders now found himself, in the process of being bodily shoved into Isabela's wardrobe. It wasn't a roomy thing, but then, of course, Isabela didn't wear much clothes, so there was room enough for him. Barely. He tried to voice another protest - Maker, the woman was strong - but Isabela unceremoniously slapped her palm over his mouth.
“Shut up,” she hissed in his ear, “he'll be here any moment
( ... )
Isabela/Hawke + Anders -- Silk 2/7 --
anonymous
June 26 2011, 12:44:31 UTC
When Anders was little, he'd considered his fair skin and his tendency to blush an affront to all that was right and holy and properly suave, which he'd desperately wished to be. Suave, that is. Right and holy had seemed like too much of a bother until Justice came into his life. Then, when he was slightly older, he'd realized that he was truly blessed: With wide, innocent brown eyes - he didn't wish they were blue, blue was overdone - soft, honey-colored hair and a delicate pink blush that came to his cheeks as easy as his winning smile or heart-wrenching pout. The perfect toolkit to get away with anything. He'd told Karl as much, lounging in the enchanter's bed late one evening after a bout of particularly delicious depravity, and the older man had only laughed fondly at him. Then again, Karl was fucking an apprentice less than half his age, right under the Templar's noses, and keeping said apprentice in his private room well after curfew, so maybe Karl was the one with supernatural get away with anything powers
( ... )
Isabela/Hawke + Anders -- Silk 3/7 --
anonymous
June 26 2011, 12:47:22 UTC
Isabela blinked at him with utterly fake innocence.
“I just assumed he worked there! You should have seen him. Half the whores were more modest. Those robes I was telling you about? They were open in the chest, kind of like this?” She gestured at the side of her breasts in a way that explained absolutely nothing. “I swear, you could almost see his nipples. You know, almost seeing nipples is so much more alluring than just a bare chest.”
Garret nodded, not really having an opinion one way or another but just wanting her to go on.
“And he did work there, he just didn't work the floor. Got free board in exchange for healing their various maladies, I think. Though if gossip's anything to go by he got a lot more than food and shelter from some of those girls.”
“Did you see him naked?” Garret's voice was hoarse. He didn't care. One of the best things about sleeping with Isabela was the way she could somehow banish shame from their encounters.
“Oh, you are smitten, aren't you?” She patted his hair affectionately before pushing his
( ... )
Isabela/Hawke + Anders -- Silk 4/7 --
anonymous
June 26 2011, 12:53:06 UTC
“I can't just -”
“Ssh, sweet thing, it's a fantasy. You can do whatever you want. He's hard again, ready for a new round. Amazing stamina. It's a warden thing. Do you want him to push you down on your back, his mouth against your neck, quick fingers fumbling your breeches open?”
“Yes” He didn't resist when Isabela shoved him gently on the shoulder, just toppled bonelessly to the floor.
“Do you want him to take you? Right there, on the dirt floor, still half dressed, rutting desperately like animals in heat?”
“Maker, yes.”
“Why, you are precious when you're all submissive.” She straddled his hips, sinking down on him smoothly. Hawke's breathing hitched in his throat, the muscles in his thighs bunching. “Say his name for me, sweetling
( ... )
Isabela/Hawke + Anders -- Silk 5/7 --
anonymous
June 26 2011, 12:55:10 UTC
“Men.” Isabela sighed fondly, reaching for a flask of oil. “You can be so dense.” She glanced over her shoulder at the knothole Anders was watching from, smiling wickedly. “I'm sure that if he could see you now, he'd be going absolutely mad with desire.”
*****
Oh. So that was her game. She was trying to drive him mad. He wasn't sure why, he didn't imagine she particularly wanted his clinic or his clothes, and those was pretty much the only things he had to his name. He'd sold all his shiny baubles to pay for passage to Kirkwall, and he didn't imagine their combined value had come anything close to what Isabela was currently wearing around her neck.
Nevertheless, madness it was. The evil woman had Hawke on his stomach, spread out on the bed, hips slightly raised, ass on perfect display for where Anders was hiding. Did she want him to burst out, in a fog of helpless, stupefying lust, to fall over Hawke desperately? Maybe she did, Anders conceded, Isabela was weird like that. But Hawke on the other hand would probably feel...
( ... )
Isabela/Hawke + Anders -- Silk 7/7 --
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:00:13 UTC
“Maker...” he mumbled, letting his head loll back, breathing turning into panting as Isabela changed her angle minutely, scraping the hard ridge of the head perfectly over that sensitive spot inside him
( ... )
Re: Isabela/Hawke + Anders -- Silk 7/7 --
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:53:12 UTC
That was smokin' hot. The affectionate way Isabela talked Hawke through it, the knowledge that Anders was watching and dying for it, Hawke getting pegged. Oh yes, wonnnnnderful.
Bonus: Anders is spying on them and is shocked and happy Hawke feels that way and is both touched & aroused as he watches Isabela take him.
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Contrary to popular belief, Isabela did not actually reside in the taproom of The Hanged Man. She had a room on the second floor of the same establishment, if only to have a place to stash her jewelry and her temporary lovers.
It was in this room Anders now found himself, in the process of being bodily shoved into Isabela's wardrobe. It wasn't a roomy thing, but then, of course, Isabela didn't wear much clothes, so there was room enough for him. Barely. He tried to voice another protest - Maker, the woman was strong - but Isabela unceremoniously slapped her palm over his mouth.
“Shut up,” she hissed in his ear, “he'll be here any moment ( ... )
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“I just assumed he worked there! You should have seen him. Half the whores were more modest. Those robes I was telling you about? They were open in the chest, kind of like this?” She gestured at the side of her breasts in a way that explained absolutely nothing. “I swear, you could almost see his nipples. You know, almost seeing nipples is so much more alluring than just a bare chest.”
Garret nodded, not really having an opinion one way or another but just wanting her to go on.
“And he did work there, he just didn't work the floor. Got free board in exchange for healing their various maladies, I think. Though if gossip's anything to go by he got a lot more than food and shelter from some of those girls.”
“Did you see him naked?” Garret's voice was hoarse. He didn't care. One of the best things about sleeping with Isabela was the way she could somehow banish shame from their encounters.
“Oh, you are smitten, aren't you?” She patted his hair affectionately before pushing his ( ... )
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“Ssh, sweet thing, it's a fantasy. You can do whatever you want. He's hard again, ready for a new round. Amazing stamina. It's a warden thing. Do you want him to push you down on your back, his mouth against your neck, quick fingers fumbling your breeches open?”
“Yes” He didn't resist when Isabela shoved him gently on the shoulder, just toppled bonelessly to the floor.
“Do you want him to take you? Right there, on the dirt floor, still half dressed, rutting desperately like animals in heat?”
“Maker, yes.”
“Why, you are precious when you're all submissive.” She straddled his hips, sinking down on him smoothly. Hawke's breathing hitched in his throat, the muscles in his thighs bunching. “Say his name for me, sweetling ( ... )
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Oh. So that was her game. She was trying to drive him mad. He wasn't sure why, he didn't imagine she particularly wanted his clinic or his clothes, and those was pretty much the only things he had to his name. He'd sold all his shiny baubles to pay for passage to Kirkwall, and he didn't imagine their combined value had come anything close to what Isabela was currently wearing around her neck.
Nevertheless, madness it was. The evil woman had Hawke on his stomach, spread out on the bed, hips slightly raised, ass on perfect display for where Anders was hiding. Did she want him to burst out, in a fog of helpless, stupefying lust, to fall over Hawke desperately? Maybe she did, Anders conceded, Isabela was weird like that. But Hawke on the other hand would probably feel... ( ... )
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so.. will she get to watch? more important, shall we, anons, get to read while she watches? ;)
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*passerby!anon fans self and retreats to the bunk*
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I'LL BE IN MY BUNK.
FOR A WHILE.
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