The Warden and the Witch

[sir_diederich]

This is half inspired by Dragon Age and half inspired by Salamando's stories...because, let's face it, who hasn't read Salamando's stories multiple times? Without further ado...

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The same dream comes again. Leliana is on top of him. Riding him. Her sweet pussy squeezing his cock. Her breaths come quick and hot against his ear. She moans and he feels himself lose his sanity, ready to cum inside of her—

When he wakes up, he’s the only one in his bed. Sometimes, the bed is splotched and sticky like he’s a teenager all over again. And maybe even that would be less humiliating than this. This morning when the soldier wakes up, his hips are rolling desperately, humping the air. Hunting for the tight hug of the red head’s pussy that will finish him off. But he gets nothing but the cotton of his boxers, straining tight against his too-hard cock. He’s been fighting for too long and it shows—a year’s worth of cum leaks from the tip of his tortured cock, his balls heavy and too full.

The battle-hard soldier can take a lot, but this makes his brain fuzzy. He needs to fuck something. Anything. Badly. His breath comes hard as he tries to work himself down from his post-dream frenzy.

The sight of a Morrigan staring at him stops him quickly, though not as quickly as he would like, and his hips give another pathetic thrust as he tries to compose himself. Right. He should be alone in his tent, and she’s just sitting, there, like a cat, watching him. He quickly tries to cover himself. “I’m—good morning,” he says, clumsily.

Morrigan scowls. “Evidently,” she says, evenly. For someone who won’t give it up, she’s wildly possessive of him. “Have a nice dream?”

“Can you…read my dreams?”

“You were moaning. I felt like prying.” Her green eyes flash. “I see we have our eyes on Leliana, do we not?”

“It’s not like that…”

“Have you told that to your manhood?”

There’s a sudden burning sensation in his balls. He gasps—it starts off warm, soothing, but then gets too hot and burns. He cries out, his hands immediately grabbing between his legs. It feels as though her hands are on his balls, squeezing the blue balls painfully hard. Jolts of pain shoot through his body and his eyes prick with tears as he thrashes about in the bed, “Stop—okay—I’m sorry! Please!”

That seems to be the magic word, because suddenly the invisible hands stops squeezing. Morrigan just watches on. Bored. “Pathetic,” she says, looking away, grimacing with distaste. “You men are so easy to control.”

He’s panting now as he looks at her. “How did you—?” But he doesn’t finish his sentence. Morrigan licks her lips and the gesture distracts him—but not as much as the sudden feeling of her tongue sliding slowly up his cock. His cock jumps to life, hips jerking once as though to get closer to the thing he can’t see. He lets out a groan as the wet mouth wraps around his cock and swallows him fully.

The Warden’s hand, out of habit, reaching out to hold down the woman’s head—but his fingers slip through thin air. His greedy gesture has not gone unnoticed, however, and quickly, Morrigan makes an easy flick of her wrist. Suddenly, his arms and legs are pinned against the floor, his boxers pulled off his legs, and he’s naked, vulnerable, cock standing straight up and throbbing.

“Why are you doing this?” he begs, desperate to be out of the restraints…but his cock twitches and he’s suddenly just as desperate for her to keep going.

“It would be so easy to leave you here,” she muses. “Let the magic work you all night. You seem to be pent up. I imagine you could use a release…or twenty.”

The thought scares him and excites him more than it should. His cock betrays him, twitching wildly against the caresses of the invisible mouth, pulsing in the empty air. “Please…” he begs, far too worked up to finish the sentence, his breath coming in light pants, his muscles twitching, cock aching.

“I think not.” The persistent, slow sucking suddenly increases its speed, sucking quickly now, hard. As if that wasn’t enough, the hand on his balls returns, petting this time, rubbing them, massaging the swollen, full sacs. And then, just when he thought the feeling couldn’t get anymore incredibly, a tongue reaches out and the tip of it licks the sensitive head of his cock.

He’s squirming now, his abused, untouched cock harder than it’s ever been. Blue veins bulge along the sides as the head of his cock turns a violent shade of red, pre-cum now dripping heavily, leaking onto his stomach. He moans, quickly approaching a climax, everything in him heating up, from the tips of his toes and the core of his belly down to his heavy balls and taut cock…he can feel the cum rushing up, ready to blow a glorious, thick stream of cum, ready for the intense, much-needed pleasure…

But it never comes. He gasp and his hips cock against the edge, hard, grinding against the invisible mental wall blocking his orgasm. He needs it, badly, his cock is leaking and twitching, crying for something more, and he’s quickly desperate to do the same. He lets out a howl of a noise, but Morrigan has no sympathy—only a satisfied smirk curls the edges of her mouth.

“Please! I can’t take it!” He cries out, oblivious to the fact that the rest of the camp can probably hear his cries.

“Oh, surely a Grey Warden like yourself can take a little more,” Morrigan coos. Dark magic has taught her a lot about the inside of a human’s head and she reaches into it now, feels the hot spike of his pleasure center. She strokes it, makes it hum until its reached its full capacity. She makes sure he will never feel anything this good again. And nothing this painful. He’s liable not to forget her next time he shuts his eyes.

His hips are trying to jerk frantically against the barrier, his balls pulled up, ready to cum, hanging on the desperate edge. She thinks quickly and silences him, just as he makes to cry out. It’s nothing but muffled, throaty noises as the shuffle of his hips, cock wetly begging for a release. She takes in the sight for perhaps a moment too long. This she could get used to.

But she doesn’t want to break him. Not yet, at least. She gets up then, while he’s writhing, and stands between his legs. His eyes are glassy and vibrant when they meet hers—there’s something like rage there, but it’s more like desperation. She decides to silence it by slipping the flat of her boot against his throbbing cock. The physical touch is too much for his body to hand and he humps her shoe pathetically.

“Perhaps you should call your Marabi master…you appear to be the real dog here,” she says. His gaze is hazy—he’s gone. He can think about nothing but his desperate, pathetic hunt for his own pleasure. His pre-cum wets the bottom of her boot and she frowns before putting it to his lips. “Lick it clean,” she advises. He obeys pathetically, his tongue quickly lapping at the bottom of her shoe. Dog indeed.

She frowns—something about how pathetic he is angers her suddenly. Swiftly, she kicks him hard between the legs and releases him of all her spells. He yelps, the blinding pain blocking his orgasm despite being on the edge for a good five minutes, and he curls over, his hands between his legs. Cradling his painful balls. He won’t cry, though—he can’t give her that satisfaction. He can’t stop the whimpers that leave his mouth though, the grunts that settle in the back of his throat as his cock still aches.

As he’s trapped in his thudding pain, Morrigan leans over and murmurs in his ear, “Find me when you’re ready for a real woman.” With that, she grabs his chin and kisses him, suddenly. Despite the thrashing the Warden took, he kisses her back, hungrily, and he finds that he needs it—not a kiss, but Morrigan’s kiss. It’s no black magic, it’s a pure, deep, carnal need, he needs everything about her. But just as suddenly as it started, it’s finished, and she gets to her feet and leaves the tent without another word, leaving him panting, burning, throbbing.

[Salamando]

Now that's what I'm talking about!

Not into ball kicking, but otherwise, loved the pleasure-torture/lust rage, and the sheer sensual magic of Morrigan. Very hot! :)