Chapter 0 - Prologue – The Night Before

Hello, A few things before starting:

-First, English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for the potential Grammatical errors to come as well some expressions that may or may not seem a little odd.

-Second, as you guessed this story is about Dragon Age 2, after Hawke has become the Champion of Kirkwall (Act 3 so). Some details may be a bit different from Canon, mainly Bethany has never been sent to the Circle or became a Grey Warden after the Expedition in the Deeproads.

Also, with this being my first story published, we’ll see if I managed to do it correctly.


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It had started with a groan.

                - “Fuck yes…”

A heavy groan that made itself heard inside the Hawke – formerly Amell – estate.

It was not the only sounds that could be heard. Moans, as well as the wet slapping of flesh came with it, echoing faintly inside the sleeping house of the Champion of Kirkwall. Yet, those sounds did not come from the Champion’s bedroom as they usually did.
Even stranger, those sounds had nothing to do with Isabela as the woman herself was slipping out of the room… fully clothed for once, and sexually frustrated.

The night had not ended as the buxom pirate had hoped – with sex, of course – and she was slightly disappointed. Still, while she was readjusting her wet panties, Isabela could not help but smile a little seeing Hawke passed out drunk in his bed.
It was the first time the man had fell asleep without managing to get her off, and while it happened at the most unfortunate of time – she had been about to cum and could still taste her almost-climax – she could not wait to tease him about it. Knowing him, he would make sure to leave her completely satisfied come the morrow and the knowledge that she would soon have the Champion of Kirkwall and his godly fingers at her service made her smile turn lustful.

                - “Mhm… tomorrow, then.” Isabela whispered while closing the door behind her. 

The night had been disappointing but come the morning? She would get what she wanted. 

Licking her lips, Isabela resisted the urge to go back inside the master bedroom and went in search of some alcohol to dull her senses and her libido.
Passing by the guest room that had been Leandra’s bedroom and was usually occupied by Bethany when she spent the night, she heard some heavy snores and she snorted:

                - “Seems like Hawke isn’t the only one passed out. Was that really sweet Bethany?” She asked herself out loud, eyes shining with curiosity. “Or maybe she’s not alone?”

For the second time of the night, Isabela had to hold herself back from entering one of the Hawke sibling’s rooms. She figured that Bethany was mature enough to choose wisely the company she kept at night – not that she could talk – and she could wait for the morning to tease her about it.
… especially if it was her that was snoring.
Walking down the stairs, the voluptuous pirate looked back at her night and thought that, as disappointing as its end had been, the rest of the evening had not been the total snooze fest she had expected. And when she was met with even more snoring in the living-room, she remembered why.

Here, in the Champion of Kirkwall’s beautiful living-room, more than twenty people were in the same state as Hawke, sleeping on the floor. And the funniest part? They were not their usual friends. They were nobles.

                - “Not so different than us, uh?” Isabela smirked as she watched the same nobles who mocked her attitude a few hours ago, now showing an even worse side than hers.

Ever the dutiful son, even after his mother passing, Hawke still took part in the politics of Kirkwall –more so now that he was their Champion. As such, every month or so, he throwed a party for the most affluent families of Hightown, and she, as his “official” lover now, was always invited. Most of the time, she refused his invitation, but sometimes she made the effort to show up for him. 
Tonight, had been one of those time, and surprisingly, she did not regret her choice. She had thought she‘d be bored out of her mind at this gathering but it had ended up to be quite fun.
Not really thanks to Hawke – as she feared, her lover had been too busy with all his guests – but rather the effect that her presence had had to the party, or rather, the guests. Isabela had not bothered to dress up, choosing to come with her usual attire. And while she had been underdressed next to all those fancy nobles and even Hawke himself – although, she had not been the only one underdressed at this party, she thought with a smirk – with her low-cut shirt, long black boots, and her bandana, she still ended up being the one to dazzle most of the guests in her own way.
The families that Hawke “entertained” were usually a little more “indulgent” toward the what-they-called “doubtful” company he kept – namely herself, but also Anders and Fenris – but they still had this better-than-you attitude that she despised. They were not as judgmental as the elite of Hightown – some of them being quite fun like Lady Elegant or the Comtess de Launcet – but they still thought themselves above her.

And yet, it had not stopped them from ogling her.

Those nobles could say what they wanted, Isabela had felt more than one stare follow her during the party, and most of those stares were not disdainful but rather lustful.
Seeing the wives and the husbands of some of those guests, she had definitely understood the appeal that she had to some of them, and it had been amusing to flirt and tease them a little. 

                - “Who knows?” She had thought to herself at the time. “Maybe it would lead them to have sex for the first time in years.”

Snorting at the thought, Isabela made her way across the living-room while trying not to wake anyone. Some of the most rambunctious guests had chosen to spend the night at the manor – or rather they had ended up passing out like Hawke – and she did not want to give them a chance to flee during the night. She needed to see how they would handle their own walk of shame.  

Her training helping, the pirate managed to get to the kitchen without making much noise. There, she found another lost soul who was sleeping on the floor, clutching a bottle against her breasts. Recognizing Lady Dulcet – a harpy that spent her time talking down to her - Isabela smirked.

                - “Not so high and mighty now, aren’t we?” She snorted while Lady Dulcet made a sound that was definitely not lady-like.

Isabela resisted the urge to wake her up. As fun as it would have been to watch this snotty woman get take down a peg or two, she had a mission. 
Stealing the bottle that the noblewoman clutched so desperately, Isabela found herself a glass – she remembered some of the nagging of the late Leandra even after her passing – and was taking a sip when she heard a noise.

                - “Fuck!”

A very familiar noise.

Intrigued, and amused – had her teasing from earlier really pushed some randy nobles to the shameful act that was sex? – Isabela hesitated but a few seconds before putting down her glass and follow those same noises that she had hoped to make tonight.

If she could not enjoy herself, perhaps she could watch others do so in her place?

With this very solid argument, the pirate followed the swears and moans that could be heard from the kitchen. She passed the sleeping and snoring living-room and discreetly entered the library from where the sounds were coming from.

                - “Yes! Keep doing that… hgn!”

                - “Like… like this?”

                - “Yeees… just like that. Mhm… just like that.”

The first thing that Isabela noticed when she managed to slip in unnoticed was the heavy heat that had taken hold of the room and the musky scent of sex in the air.

Clearly, those two she heard had been at it for quite some time.

All the more intrigued – and a little aroused, she was forced to admit – Isabela hid herself in a corner and waited with bated breath for her eyes to adapt to the darkness of the room.
She had recognized a man and a woman to the grunts and groans of the former and the sighs and moans of the latter but now she was finally able to see their forms. She found them next to the empty fireplace, the man above the woman, moving harshly against her.
He had his hands on the floor, or maybe on her shoulders – Isabela still could not see well – and moved with deep and powerful but slow thrusts, slowing down each time he pushed forward, like he wanted to fully enjoy those thrusts. The woman under him did not seem to mind, she was moaning like crazy, her whispers heavy with need:

                - “Take them… mhm… fuck them…” 

It took Isabela a few more seconds to realize that the man was not fucking her. He was fucking her breasts!

Now even more intrigued by theses nobles that evidently knew how to have a good time, Isabela bit her lips and found herself stuck, unable to take her eyes off of them.

                - “Fuck… you breasts feels so good around my cock!” The man was grunting in a feverish whisper, confirming what Isabela had already guessed. 

The woman seemed to delight in his praise, or the fact that her partner had fully hilted himself in the valley of her breasts that Isabela could now somewhat see now.
They were big. Perhaps not as much as her own but it was close. Isabela knew only a few women in Kirkwall who you compete with her size – incidentally, one was probably sleeping upstairs – and this woman, whoever she was, seemed to take full advantages or hers.

                - “Or maybe it’s the man that is taking advantage.” Isabela thought, hearing the man swears harshly as he bucked his hips with a delighted groan.

                - “Fuck!” He gasped, proving her right. “This is the best!”

Groaning loudly, the man throwed his head back, pumping his hips in a sloppy and wet smacking sound.

                - “It’s the best!” He grunted, once more. “Fuck! Those tits are the best!”

Pushing on his arms, the man seemed to put his whole body into his thrusts, pursuing his pleasure with a guttural voice that made Isabela bit her lips even more. There was something so very… primal, in the sounds he was making. Excitement and pleasure were mixed together, but also something darker… a heavy need that called to her.

                - “Squeeze them.” Isabela heard him utter and something hot inside her surged. “Squeeze your big tits around my cock… yes, like that. Hgn… make me feel them… make me feel them as I fuck them!”

Isabela saw the woman put her arms around her breasts and squeeze, keeping her hold for her partner to fuck her breasts like he wanted.

                - “Fuck them.” She moaned. “Ahn… fuck them with your cock!” 

Watching her, Isabela almost wanted to add her own encouragements to hers – clearly, she was having the time of her life with her breasts owned like that – heck, she would have been tempted to join them had she not decided to give herself a chance with Hawke.
But she had chosen Hawke, and she loved him, so she stayed put and watched the woman throw her head back, screaming in delight:

                - “Your cock is so hard. It feels… it feels good!”

                - “Lucky slut.” Isabela could not help to think with some envy.

Hidden in the darkness, Isabela watched as the man kept going faster and faster, the sloppy and perverted sound of his cock echoing in the room along the moans of his partner. The heat started to get to her – or perhaps it was the scene in front of her – making her sweat and breath more heavily. Fortunately, the sounds she was making were easily engulfed by the passion of the two she was spying on, both completely lost in each other.
Right now, the woman was literally mewling in need. The man had stopped moving and put his hands between her legs, making her shake under him.

                - “You want this don’t you, my sweet?” He asked, a smirk in his voice. “You want me to fuck you instead of your tits, mhm?”

The woman moaned eagerly, making her lover laugh.

                - “Sadly, we can’t.” He said, thrusting his hips forward. “Hgn! We can’t have your moans wake the whole estate.”

Isabela could not help but smirk, amused by his bragging. Some perverted part of her still shivered delightfully when she heard the promises hidden in his voice.

The woman was in for it later. 

As she watched the man move, Isabela found herself moving her fingers across her stomach. Her body responded to her own touch, a tingling and tantalizing feeling stirring between her legs, calling out those fingers that made her shiver despite the heat that had taken hold of her. She ignored the call however, content to bask in her own wetness while her hands moved upward instead, brushing, and caressing her breasts while she watched, enraptured, the scene before her.
In her mind, she imagined herself in the woman’s place, panting and moaning as this man without a face bucked against her, his large cock trapped between her big tits. She saw herself smile as she squeezed her own flesh around him, coaxing him into cumming all over her.

                - “Fuck…”

A broken and aroused whisper managed to pass through her gritted teeth, the images flooding her mind, leaving her trembling with arousal.
And just as the pirate was about to take a good hold of her breasts and squeeze, the moon outside managed to pass through the dark clouds and basked the place in moonlight, revealing the identity of the two individuals who made her so horny.

Shock and horror replaced her arousal.

Illuminated by the moon, that alluring noble that stirred lust and intrigue in her suddenly became far less attractive. He shrunk first, the muscles that she had imagined disappearing, leaving him thin of chest with a little fat belly and bony shoulders. His face became gaunt, with grey hairs, a balding and sweaty forehead, and a thin smirking mouth. But more than that, he became someone Isabela knew, just as she knew the woman under him.

She had not been wrong to think of Bethany while watching the mysterious and voluptuous woman who used her breasts to give pleasure to her partner. Because it was her that she found on the floor, black hair spilling on her delicate shoulders, a sweet and innocent face that always seemed young and rosy, and putty lips who falsely frowned every time her brother did something stupid.
But as surprising as it was to find Bethany in such a situation – and position – Isabela hardly looked at her, her eyes staying fixated on the man over her.

Gamlen. Gamlen Amell.

Gamlen had been the other odd one out invited to the party – or maybe he had just showed up uninvited. He tended to do that, hoping to gain something from the new title of the nephew he could not stand – and he had made far much less of an impact than Isabela herself.
He had spent the first half of the party completely ignored by the other guests and the second half mocked by those who finally noticed him. Of course, the man had been furious. If there was one thing that Gamlen Amell hated, it was being treated disdainfully by those who held the same status he possessed a few years back. Being reminded of his fall from grace – something he was fully responsible for – was not something the petty man handled well.

So, of course, Isabela had decided to approach him and do just that during the party.

Immediately she had questioned his place among the elite to which he had angrily answered by reminding her that he, too, was an Amell. She had only given him a look in response, asking about his clothing, and had delighted in the angry blush that took hold of his gaunt face.

                - “I’m not the only one wearing something… inappropriate.” He had sneered at her, sneaked a peek at her cleavage.

                - “Oh, but Gamlen”. She had thrown back in his face. “You seem to like my clothes.”

Gamlen lusted after her, pretty much everybody knew that. The man acted as if he was too good for her, but he still spent his time ogling her breasts every time they met. It had been the same during the party. He had grunted and muttered some insults in response to her teasing but had been unable to look away when she had moved closer and showed a little skin while pretending to vent her generous cleavage. She had literally been able to feel his heated gaze as she toyed with the laces of her shirt to let her breasts breathe a little and she had let him enjoy himself a few seconds before calling him out with a mocking smirk.

                - “See?” She had all but purred. “You can’t take your eyes off of me.”

Gamlen had gone so red she had thought he was going to have an aneurysm.

In the end, the man had been saved from doing something incredibly stupid – like explode in public or worse, actually try to touch her – thanks to Bethany who led him away. Certainly, to hid him inside one of the many rooms of the estate, Isabela had thought uncharitably at the time.
Now, she wondered if the man had not turned his pent-up lust toward his shy and innocent niece.
Had he forced himself on Bethany while everyone was busy? The thought made her sick and she was already looking for one of her hidden daggers when her thoughts were interrupted by the guttural groan that Gamlen made as he thrusted his hips forward.

                - “Yes Bethany!” He uttered, voice oily and smirking. “Just like that... hgn... jerk me off just like that… hgn… like I taught you.”

Bethany moaned and Isabela was reminded with surprise and horror that there was no distress in her voice, nor shame. There was only desire and pleasure as she pleaded her uncle to cum between her breasts, calling him just that, uncle, uncle, all the while squeezing those same breasts around his cock.

                - “Sweet, beautiful Bethany… and her big tits, hgn!”

Isabela could not move, shocked by what she was seeing.

Was that really the sweet, blushing Bethany who was moaning as she squeezed her breasts around her uncle’s cock? Was that the woman who made herself the peacemaker of her family who was letting herself being dominated by one of its most terrible members? Was that the innocent-looking maiden who gave herself to this depraved scene?
What had happened?

Gamlen grunted and Isabela looked at him, furious.
Gamlen had happened, she was sure of it! Somehow, the man had managed to… to seduce, or coerce his niece into this and now… now he was fucking her tits, and she was enjoying it!

                - “You like that, don’t you? You like how I fuck those huge breasts of yours with my cock?”

Isabela bit her lips, with rage this time, but still could not move or even take her eyes off the form of Gamlen who kept pumping his hips with the same intensity that aroused her a few seconds ago but that now made her feel only disgust and anger.

How could he be so depraved to show and feel such lust toward his own niece?

And then, like he heard her thoughts, he grunted:

                - “Hgn! I should had taken them the first day you came into my house! Fuck! I could hardly sleep, knowing that you were just right there! If only the brat hadn’t been there!”

Gamlen started to move faster, his anger toward Hawke, “the brat”, seemingly making him hornier, or furious, or perhaps a mix of both. Still, it was a smirk that shined through when he looked at Bethany, hips surging with a guttural cry of excitement:

                - “But you’re mine now, Bethany!”

The man grunted, pumping his cock harshly, frantically, the slapping sound of his pelvis hitting the breasts of his moaning niece becoming louder and louder, just like himself.

                - “You’re mine! Say it! I want to hear you say it as I cum between your tits!”

And Bethany said it:

                - “I’m yours!” She moaned to Isabela’s great shock, no hesitation whatsoever. “I’m yours, uncle Gamlen! So please… please give me your cum!”

                - “Asked so nicely… how could I refuse?”

Smirking triumphantly, Gamlen moved even faster. Leaning forward, he put his hands on the floor, holding his trembling body up, face tight with pleasure and effort. The smacking sound of his hips became deafening, his groans echoing loudly in the room, but also the rest of the estate.

And as Gamlen moved toward his climax, Isabela was watching him, unable to move.

She watched, weirdly enraptured, as he throwed his head back with a final hiss, his whole-body shuddering. She watched, as he smiled, a perverted and depraved triumphant smirk. She watched, as he surrendered to the pleasure.
She did not need to hear Bethany moan in delight to know that he just came.

                - “So much cum, uncle Gamlen.” Bethany all but purred a few moments later, her voice seemingly innocent as she added. “Did I do good?”

                - “You did good, my sweet. You deserve a reward.”

Even without seeing her face properly, Isabela could literally feel Bethany’s arousal. She saw Gamlen slip one hand between her legs and an almost desperate moan escaped her while she writhed under him, clearly affected by his touch. 
Disgusted, Isabela closed her eyes, finally unable to watch anymore. But even when she escaped the sight of Gamlen’s depravity, she could still hear him:

                - “I’m sorry sweet Bethany, like I said we can’t tonight”. He was saying, a smirk in his voice. “We can’t risk waking the whole manor with your screams, can’t we? Go back to your room. And don’t masturbate tonight, understood? Wait for tomorrow… and I’ll make you cum on my cock like the good slut you are.”

Hearing this, Isabela realized that she had to do something.

Whatever disgusting hold had Gamlen over Bethany, she needed to do something to break it and get him as far away as possible from Hawke’s sister.
Tomorrow, she would confront Gamlen.

And as she took that decision, Isabela doomed herself.