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Her body ached, blood staining her clothes though she wasn't sure what was hers or her enemies. Minrathous burned around her, but it was safe. Safe from the so called god who was now kneeling at her feet.
Elgar'nan. The elven god of vengeance. Once a god she herself had paid worship to. His hands bound behind his back, though that smug smile still remained plastered on his face.
But another god stood behind him. One she had hunted, now turned ally. Maybe even something more. Solas kept his eyes trained on Rook, waiting for whatever she wished to do next. This was her chance to finally seek vengeance for everything she had gone through. He held the end of the rope like he had a dog on a leash, a fitting end for Elgar'nan, he found himself thinking.
It seemed, however, that the fallen Evanuris was not prepared to go down quietly.
"Do you really think you have won, da'len?" Elgar'nan sneered, glaring up at Rook like he was not the one bound and kneeling.
Rook leaned down, smiling as Solas yanked at the rope, forcing Elgar'nan to sit straighter.
"I am not the one battered and kneeling."
A proud smile pulled at Solas' lips. The venom, once directed at him, was something he know found fascinating. There was so little fear in Rook, even now. He pulled at the rope again, forcing a groan from Elgar'nan as his shoulders stretched with the force.
It was impressive really. She was just a single person, yet she had managed to bring three gods to heel. In their own way, of course. Ghilan'nain was slain, Elgar'nan defeated at her feet. As for Solas, he found himself willing to follow her as others once did him.
"What do you wish to do with him, da’ean?" Solas asked, wrapping the rope a little tighter around his closed fist.
Rook glanced up at him, a brow raised in curiosity more than surprise. She assumed Solas would want Elgar'nan dead, she thought she would have felt the same. Yet seeing their enemy kneeling between them, blood and bruises marring his skin, was giving her other ideas.
Her mouth curled into a smile and Solas could see the mischief in her eyes. Anticipation coiling in the pit of his stomach at what she could possibly be thinking.
"Can we take him to the Lighthouse, you'll have somewhere to…keep him?"
Rook was half sure the room hadn't existed when she had taken residence in the Lighthouse, but then Solas was always full of surprises. So she wouldn't have put it passed him to make a room solely to keep an enemy. Though she imagined he would never admit as such.
Elgar'nan had protested, for days on end. Demanding that they take whatever vengeance they deemed necessary. Reminding them of the pain he had caused, firing insults at them at every chance he got.
Solas had almost taken the bait. The two gods had been enemies for so long, that Elgar'nan knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. But this was for Rook, and clearly she did not yet want Elgar'nan dead.
Though he was beginning to question what she actually did want to do with him. But he had done as she asked. The elven god of vengeance now bound as a prisoner in a cell of Solas' creation.
The imprisonment did nothing to dampen Elgar'nan's smug pride. And Rook had spent the same time planning exactly how she wished to change that.
It had been a week since Minrathous. Her friends were safe and settled, figuring out their lives now there was no immediate danger. But that didn't remove the guilt from Elgar'nan. A guilt that apparently he was still not ready to admit to.
Rook stood in the study, while her Solas lay on the bed behind her. And just like every morning since imprisoning Elgar'nan, he asked the same question.
"Will you tell me what you wish to do with our prisoner?"
He never expected to get an answer, she would always say she was waiting for the right moment. But never telling him what that moment was. In truth, she had spent the entire time trying to figure out what exactly she did want to do with him.
Rook turned to him, letting her eyes wander over his half dressed form. Here she was, one god lounging in their now shared bed, another wallowing in his imprisonment below. She took slow steps towards him, his arm instinctively reaching out to wrap around her.
"I want him to pay for everything he has done."
Solas frowned. Was he not already doing that, bound in a cell in the Lighthouse of all places? But she continued before he could question her further.
"I want him punished, I want him to feel even half of the pain I and so many others have felt at his hand," she crouched down, meeting his gaze.
"That you have felt at his hand."
It had taken her this long to make a decision. Cruelty wasn't something that came naturally to her, but she also wanted Elgar'nan to suffer. But Rook knew Solas would help her find the balance she needed for the vengeance she sought.
Solas sat up, swinging his legs around so she stood between them. His hands holding her loosely by the waist.
"Then you will have him again, bound and begging, at your feet."
Elgar'nan could hear the footsteps before the door even opened. The light making his eyes sting as his captors entered his makeshift cell. Time had meant nothing down here, though he wasn't any happier to see them than he had been a week ago.
Rook entered first and Elgar'nan returned to the sneer he always seemed to have reserved for her. Solas followed behind, closing the door and igniting the nearby torches.
Always the loyal lapdog, Elgar'nan thought to himself.
He had expected at least one of them to have visited sooner, or to have at least bound him with something other than tightly wound ropes. Yet, he had failed to break free of them. More of Solas' tricks, he imagined.
"How kind of you to bless me with your presence, da'len," he huffed, though Rook didn't afford him with the satisfaction of her usual reaction.
She moved to stand in front of him, with Solas moving around to his back. There was a determination in Rook's eyes that made Elgar'nan's skin prickle. He could hear Solas moving behind him, but his position prevented him from turning to see what the trickster was doing.
"Oh, how I plan to change that smug little sneer of yours…" Rook whispered, crouching down to his eye level.
If he hadn't been bound with the muscles in his arms aching, Elgar'nan might have been impressed by her. He found himself wondering if she had always been like this, or was this the Dread Wolf's loving influence.
Her eyes flicked up to Solas, who had been working silently behind Elgar'nan at retying his rope binds.
Elgar'nan opened his mouth for a retort when his ropes were suddenly yanked into a new position. His arms raised higher, though his hands remained bound behind him. The force of the ropes had him pushed forward. His already kneeling body now almost on all fours, if his hands could reach the floor.
He could hardly bite back his growl of frustration, teeth bared like he was a cornered animal.
But Rook only laughed. Once, Elgar'nan had been intimidating. He had been a figure she had been told to fear the wrath of. Yet here he was, bound like a snapping beast at her feet.
Solas tied the ropes back to the wall, making sure there was no way Elgar'nan could break the new binds. Magic often had its uses. He kept his eyes on the larger elf, as he walked around to stand behind Rook.
"Where shall we start, ma vhen'an?" Solas rested his chin on her shoulder, arms sliding around her waist. His eyes never leaving their prisoner.
Elgar'nan couldn't help but chuckle at Solas' endearment, as though their relationship was worthy of such a thing. But the sound earned him a yank to the restraints, the subtle twitch of Solas' hand the only sign that he had moved at all.
"He is already bound," Solas continued, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, "but I did promise he would be begging too."
Elgar'nan bit back his scoff this time. His pride may not yet have been broken, but the pain in his limbs was real enough to give him pause.
Rook smiled, letting her head fall to the side as Solas continued his affectionate path over her neck. She wanted Elgar'nan embarrassed, she wanted him degraded and punished. There was a sure fire way to do that. And she had already put the idea to Solas.
But, they couldn't dive straight in. This was meant to be as enjoyable for them as it was punishing for Elgar'nan. His position forced his eyes to remain on the couple, no matter how badly he wanted to look away.
Solas led Rook backwards just a little, his hands tightening on her waist as he moved to kneel in front of her. All of this was for her, and he wanted to make it as clear as he could. His hands making slow work of her clothes. Boots, then the soft leather trousers and loose shirt she seemed to favour. Inch by inch baring her body to himself and their prisoner.
This was where he often enjoyed being. Letting her feel how much he wanted everything he planned to do to her.
Despite himself, Elgar'nan couldn't tear his eyes from them. Watching as Solas seemed to map every expanse of flesh he could reach, with both his lips and his hands. Was this intended to be his torture? Elgar'nan was sure he could manage his way through that.
Rook pulled at Solas shirt, making him pull away to remove it only to return immediately to his wandering path over her body. It was like a perfectly choreographed dance as he brought her down to the ground. The cool stone making her arch closer as he settled himself between her thighs.
Elgar'nan hated the fire that her moans set in his veins, his body betraying him as Solas all but devoured her core. Was the begging they expected from him to be for them to stop their carnal show?
Solas could feel his eyes on them, smirking to himself at the intense stare. No matter how highly Elgar'nan thoughts of himself were, he was no better than any other man.
It didn't take long before Rook was panting, writhing against the cold stone. Solas holding her tight against him as she rode out her high. Giving her a few slow laps to her core before he pulled away. His own arousal sitting heavy and twitching at just the sight of her.
The air felt heavy, filled with the scent of Rook as they both turned to face their prisoner. As though they had only just remembered they had an audience.
"If you think this to be torture, then you are both fools," Elgar'nan snapped, though the venom in his tone fell flat.
Solas kneeled back, extending a hand to pull Rook upright. His eyes back on her as he waited for her next instruction.
"Oh, I am nowhere near done," Rook smirked, keeping Elgar'nan's focus on her while Solas took up his new position.
The rope binds creaked with the weight that was now put on them, as Solas shifted his bound position once more. Elgar'nan could feel his presence behind him, but he still could not turn to look at him. His body tensed as he felt cool hands running down his back.
Elgar'nan's armour had been removed the day they brought him to the Lighthouse, leaving him in nothing more than the thin cotton chausses and shirt that were seemingly stereotypical for elves.
He could feel Solas' touch through the thin fabric of the shirt, that was soon pushed up until his wide back was bared to the cool air. Elgar'nan wriggled a little in his binds, earning him a disapproving tut from Rook.
"Now, now," she almost purred out the words, shuffling towards him as Solas continued to map Elgar'nan's body just as he had Rook's.
"You are ours to play with, I want you to feel humiliated. To be reminded that you no longer have any power here."
Her voice was strangely soothing as she came closer, a hand moving to hold his chin. Forcing his eyes to remain on her. There was a glimmer of acceptance in his eyes, though he quickly schooled himself back to defiance.
"I am no toy," Elgar'nan snapped, but any venom in his tone was quickly dissipated as his chausses were quickly tugged from his body.
Rook smiled, watching his eyes go wide as Solas continued on his path. Down the now bare expanse of Elgar'nan's back, over the solid globes of his backside. Rook's hold on his face kept his eyes on her, as her free hand made its own path down the front of his body. Her touch a stark contrast to Solas' rougher palms.
In perfect synchronisation, Rook's hand gripped his barely hard cock as Solas' fingers slid between his cheeks. Elgar'nan tensed as he felt the warm drip of what he could only guess was oil over his flesh, following the slow path of Solas' digits.
"That is not your choice to make," Solas chuckled, interjecting his words with a few, firm presses to Elgar'nan's puckered hole. Spreading the oil in and around with every touch.
Rook's hand matched his pace, gripping his cock tight as Solas pushed his finger just a little deeper. Elgar'nan let out a frustrated grunt, though he couldn't ignore the fire in his veins. The same fire that made his cock harden in Rook's hold.
"Rook wants to keep you," Solas whispered, leaning over Elgar'nan's bound form, his breath hot against his ear.
"Make you feel as enslaved and confined as you have done to so many others."
Hearing her plan aloud, growled out in Solas' vicious tone made Rook's skin prickle. Not because of the words, but the intent behind it. It made her feel powerful. Two gods at her mercy in the most opposite of ways.
"Get him ready, ‘ma’haurasha," Rook commanded, making Solas smirk against Elgar'nan's cheek.
The binds on his arms tightened as Solas moved backwards, the finger at his hole a little more insistent now. The oil trickling down his thighs with every push. Solas kept his eyes on Rook, watching how they seemed to darken with every second that passed.
The control she had was sending waves of arousal through her body, more than she had expected.
"Shall I take him fully?" Solas asked, though he already knew the answer. Rook had explained her entire plan before he agreed to participate.
Rook let out a soft hum in affirmation, ignoring Elgar'nan's barely indignant huff. He may have been trying to hide it, but there was still an acceptance in his eyes. Knowing that the alternative was not preferable to the present.
Solas gave himself a few slow strokes before his swollen tip pressed between Elgar'nan's cheeks. His eyes remaining trained on Rook as he slid in inch by inch. The oil helping the slide as Elgar'nan's once reluctant form gave way to him.
Rook kept her hold on Elgar'nan's cock tight, though she offered him barely any of the friction he needed for release. She matched Solas' torturously slow pace. Speeding up when he did and slowing when he did.
Elgar'nan knew what they intended. For him to beg for release, but his stubbornness continued to win out.
It had felt like an eternity. The dual stimulation on his body was beyond torturous now. His body was like a bow string ready to snap. But Elgar'nan was the epitome of stubbornness and he had no intention to give in this easily.
But Rook was determined. There had been so many choices that had whirled through her mind when considering what to do with him. She could have brought him pain, she could have ended him when Solas had brought him kneeling in front of her in Minrathous.
None of them had appealed to her. Humiliation had spoken to her at every turn.
And now, with his reddened cheeks and tight jaw. The frustrated grunts so desperately trying to hide the pleasure he felt…those brought a smirk to her face.
Her hand slowed over Elgar'nan's cock for what felt like the hundredth time. Even a god's stamina could not compete with this torture. Solas met her gaze, silently telling her he couldn't hold off much longer.
All it took was a nod, before Solas picked up his pace. Holding her gaze as his cock pounded into Elgar'nan's pulsating hole. Her wolf's grunts and growls sending waves of pleasure through her own body. She knew those sounds as well as her own. The prolonged groan that soon followed signalling Solas' end.
But she didn't afford Elgar'nan the same privilege. Even when his eyes met hers, silently pleading for mercy.
Solas moved away, letting his spend drip from Elgar'nan's flesh with a smirk. That was a satisfying enough humiliation in his eyes. But he knew Rook was a patient woman, and she wanted Elgar'nan begging.
The bound god grunted as Rook's hand picked up her pace again, his pleading gaze never leaving hers. Which only made her smirk widen. Her hold painfully tight over his painfully hard length.
"I told you," she hissed, squeezing him once more and earning a growl torn between pleasure and pain.
"I want you begging."