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He got up and slipped his erection into his pants, tying them as he walked. His shirt would hide the bulge, at least. “What is it?” he hissed, throwing the door open. Before him there was a boy, young, soft, pretty, with blond hair and too big of eyes. Right. Feynriel. The boy held up a bag and there was the sound of clinking glass inside. Samson’s mouth was dry, immediately and he stepped aside, letting the boy in. He wondered how the boy got him some Lyrium, he didn’t seem to have the money or the means to buy from the Tranquil at The Gallows. Perhaps he stole it. Perhaps he sucked cock for it. “Give that here, boy!” Samson demanded, snatching the bag from him. “Hey!” Feynriel jumped, staring at him. “No need to grab it like that, I was going to give it to you anyway.” Samson pulled out one of the vials and held it up to the light from the one lamp that still had oil in it. It looked decent enough, not perfect, not high quality, a bit grainy, but it would do. He uncorked it and drank it down. It burned going down, like drinking liquid lightning, and then it froze in the aftermath. It made him shiver, his eyes delight with sparks, his head feeling like it were underwater. He didn’t look in the bag, he didn’t want to know how many vials there were. If he knew, he wouldn’t stop himself from having another one of them. “Alright, here’s how it goes. Reiner comes at the end of the week. We’re halfway through the week, so you can stay here, but no touching nothing. Keep your head down, don’t let anyone know where we are.”
“...uh?” a soft sound, almost broken, fell from Feynriel’s lips, and then the boy’s eyes snapped open. Shock and pain flooded him and he twisted, flailed, trying to kick Samson off. Samson had done this before. It took him by surprise that Feynriel finally woke, but there was nothing that he could do, not really, not when Samson was topped off with Lyrium. The jab to Samson’s ribs hurt but didn’t do enough to knock him away. He laughed as he continued to rape Feynriel through his outburst. A foot to his jaw and Feynriel did get away though. “Little fucking whore!” Samson growled. The boy made it half way across the warehouse floor, naked and bleeding, like he wouldn’t be taken by worse if he left, before Samson struck him down with a Smite. It was clumsy and it wouldn’t keep him down for long, but it still worked. Feynriel collapsed to the floor with the pressure of it. Pulling himself up onto his elbows only to fall once more. “Wh-what?” “First time you get smited, little mageling?” Samson asked, walking over to him. His cock was streaked with red. That turned him on just as much as he always did. “Don’t worry, keep fighting like that and you’ll get used to it. You wanted to get away from home, now here you are, away from home, isn’t this perfect?” “What?” Feynriel gasped, tears streaming down his face. Samson put his foot down right between the shoulder blades and pressed, forcing Feynriel’s lungs to tighten. “What’s wrong with you? This isn’t what I wanted!” “But it’s what you’re getting,” Samson said, kneeling down, putting more weight on the boy until he was gurgling. “No one will find you. You’re going to be my pretty mageling cocksleeve. It won’t hurt after a while, I swear. You’re not the first one I’ve done this too.”
CW: underage, noncon
For the Dragon Age Weekly Prompts, this one was for Fade/Canon Divergence/ Somnophilia. I was literally just thinking that I should write a Feynriel fic too.
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