Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)
Apostitutes (Dragon Age 2)

Commission

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"Did you manage to find Gamlen?"

"… Gamlen is dead. He got caught counting cards in a game at a tavern near here and the other players took issue."

"What?! That's…"

Hawke sighs, shaking her head as her mother Leandra and sister Bethany both absorb the news of Gamlen's death. As Leandra's brother and their uncle, the man had been their one living relative in Kirkwall, and after they'd all had to flee here to escape the Blight, he was going to be their way of establishing themselves anew in the city.

Of course, he was also family so to hear of his death was… hard to say the least. But more than anything, it was the fact that without him, it was hard to say what they would all do next. After all, while Leandra was technically nobility, she'd been disowned many years ago and her parents had died in the time since.

More than that, both Hawke and Bethany were Apostate Mages, making things even more difficult since they needed to not only find a way to establish themselves in the city, but also hide from the Templars who would happily hunt them down if they caught even a whiff of their presence.

The situation, therefore, had become quite dire at this point, and none of the three women quite know what to do or say as they all stare at one another in silence for several long moments.

"Oho! You three beauties look particularly lost right now, and I don't mean directionally~"

Blinking, the trio of women turn and look upon a fourth who is currently approaching them. If it were a man who talked so forwardly, Hawke might have had something to say about that, but instead she finds herself caught off guard by the fact that it's a woman instead.

Dusky skinned with a cocky grin on her lips and a twinkle in her eye, the newcomer thrusts out a hand to shake.

"I'm Isabela. Captain of the Siren's Call and currently an… entrepreneur trying to start a new business in this here place. The kind of business where tough, hardworking women such as yourselves might just be able to make a fortune!"

Sharing a look with her sister and mother, Hawke hesitantly reaches out and shakes Isabela's hand before frowning.

"What… kind of business, exactly?"

Eyes twinkling even harder, Isabela grins wickedly.

"I thought you'd never ask~"

-x-X-x-

Moans fill the room, along with the slap of flesh against flesh. The most private, secure room in the entirety of the Full Flush, Kirkwall's most high end brothel.

It's been a few years since that fateful day where Captain Isabela had made Hawke, Bethany, and Leandra an offer the three desperate women couldn't refuse. Certainly, once they found out that she intended to have them whore themselves out there had been… friction.

But at the same time, what other choice did they have? They had no savings, they had nowhere to lay their heads, and they had nobody else to turn to. On top of that, Isabela had been quite clear that they could leave whenever they wanted and ultimately, she'd been telling the truth. The number of women that she'd recruited for her business venture made it quite clear she was expecting a certain level of attrition.

Of course, one thing had led to another and despite making enough money a dozen times over to have stopped, moved on, and done something else… they were all still here, still whoring themselves out.

Hawke lets out a wanton moan as she gyrates on a client's cock, swiveling her hips and letting him feast upon her nipples to his heart's content. A glance over her shoulder shows her the current state of her sister and mother as well.

Leandra is on her knees, the once-noblewoman now dutifully sucking another client's dick while fondling his balls. Meanwhile, Bethany is on her back, legs high in the air and toes curling in pleasure as she's pounded hard into a large couch.

Yes, they could have left the Full Flush at any point in time with the money they'd accrued. Isabela would have let them be on their way quite happily, and they probably would have even stayed in touch as good friends, at least in Hawke's case.

Instead… instead they'd stayed and ultimately become the brothel's best three whores after all these years. They were the most asked for by far, and constantly in extremely high demand by some of the Full Flush's wealthiest clients.

Why? Well, there was their beauty for one. Hawke gasps and arches her back as her current client delivers a smack across her perfectly sculpted ass. She knows how she looks when she reacts like that and can feel the client pulsing inside of her, getting closer to his release.

And then, of course, there was the money. Over on her knees, Leandra swallows as much of her client's cock as she can, bobbing up and down and taking him quite deeply as she goes. The oldest of the three whores is nevertheless still quite the beauty, despite being the other two's mother. Truly, she can command just as high rates even though she doesn't have the same… abilities.

Finally, there's the freedom. Over on the couch, Bethany's hand lifts into the air and the Apostate Mage casts a small spell on her current client. A moment later and he's thrusting even faster into her, the energy boost from her magic filling him with renewed vigor as her moans grow all the more wanton under him.

Here in the most private VIP room of the Full Flush, the men who have paid for the privilege know exactly what they're getting. That means they know that Hawke and Bethany are both Apostates, or as Isabela likes to call them, her little Apostitutes. And they know that they're getting magic along with their bodies. It's half of why they're willing to pay so much for them.

Of course, not every time is like this. With all three of them together in one space. Indeed, most of the time they're in their own separate rooms, each entertaining their own client. But sometimes they're called upon to entertain… together. Usually its only two of them at a time. Some clients like the thought of fucking Apostate Sisters together. Some like the thought of a little mother-daughter action.

Very rarely do they get a group of wealthy men who want the whole package though like tonight. But Hawke is all for it. One might assume as a package deal that their clients would get a discount. However, in work like this, that couldn't be further from the truth. Rather, getting all three of them together at once for an entire night? That cost a premium~

Smiling down at her client as she moans wantonly, Hawke leans forward just in time for his eager mouth to leave her breasts. He tilts his head up and they kiss, her tongue slipping out and embracing his tongue as their lips spread across one another.

This proves to be too much for him and a moment later she's moaning all the more wantonly as she feels him unload deep inside of her. His seed splattering across her inner walls, filling her insides… it's not too hard for Hawke to trigger her own orgasm after that, tipping over the edge as well and making it seem like she'd cum purely from his 'manly' efforts.

Meanwhile, over on the couch the same exact thing is happening with Bethany, the younger of the two sisters moaning up a storm as she continues to makeout with her own client all the way till the end. When he finally cums inside of her, Bethany lets out a muffled squeal of happiness and giddy pleasure and holds him tightly with all four limbs as she rides out an orgasm of her own.

Finally, there's Leandra. The MILF sucks and sucks hard as she hears her daughters' cries. She swirls her tongue and sucks in her cheeks and gives her client's balls a singularly firm grope that causes him to let out a loud groan of his own and proceed to cum right into her mouth.

Those same cheeks of hers puff right out as Leandra takes his entire load in her mouth without spilling a single drop. However, she also doesn't swallow either. Instead, once he's done cumming, Leandra pulls back off of the client's cock and tilts her head back, lolling out her tongue to show him his load still coating the inside of her mouth.

Grinning, the client nods his head.

"That's a good whore. You know what to do next~"

Indeed she does. They all do. As their clients let them go, in Bethany's case pulling off of her entirely, the three women all make their way to the center of the room. Wearing nothing but high heels, run-through makeup and smeared lipstick, they meet in the center of this most prestigious and expensive of rooms.

There, Leandra takes Hawke's face in her hands first and feeds her the load of cum from her client. This is followed by Hawk turning and grabbing Bethany, doing the same to her little sister. Bethany completes the circle by taking her mother and kissing her, returning the load of cum to the older woman.

This continues for some time as they swap increasingly smaller amounts of cum between them, each swallowing a little bit at a time as they go. None of them spill a single drop from their mouths, but that doesn't mean they aren't… leaking. Bethany and Hawke in particular have the seed of their clients dripping down from betwixt their legs, slowly trickling down their inner thighs and further still.

The three clients all watch this debauched perversion of familial love playout for a bit, their cocks in hands and slowly stroked back to full mast. The show that Hawke, Bethany, and Leandra put on is one of the hottest things any of the men have ever seen beyond a shadow of a doubt, so it's no surprise that they all rise and join the three women in the center of the room after a moment.

Hips are grabbed and yanked backwards, causing the trio of whores to gasp in delight and excitement, even as they're bent over right then and there in a triangle. Wrapping their arms around one another, they rely on each other for support, even as each client moves one to the left, picking up a girl he hasn't had yet that evening.

For Leandra, who's pussy is still pristine, she immediately gets thrust into from behind, her cunt stretched wide for the first time that night as her eyes widen and her plump lips part in a little 'o' and a gasp of pleasure leaves her mouth.

For Bethany and Hawke however… well, no man as wealthy as their current clients wants to settle for sloppy seconds. Instead, their ass cheeks are spread wide and their pristine assholes, magically cleaned ahead of time for just this occasion, are slowly but surely plied open by throbbing masts.

Both of Apostates moan wantonly as they take it up the ass, staring into each other's eyes and the eyes of their mother as their faces get more and more flushed.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh swiftly fills the room again at that, with each of them getting pounded from behind. It's just a matter of which hole is being used at this point, though in fucking their asses the two clients currently taking Hawke and Bethany are causing them to make a mess of the floor between their spread legs.

All of them stare at each other and see… no judgment in one another's eyes. There's no shame either. Sure, maybe a few years back it wasn't what any of them thought they would be doing with their lives but now? A few years into this life and none of them could imagine doing anything else.

Isabela and their higher profile clients protected them from the Templars and the earnings of the Full Flush kept them all in a state of complete and total comfort. And all they had to do was give up their bodies and get fucked day in and day out.

Maybe once upon a time they would have balked at such a trade… but after this long doing it, none can imagine any other life. There's just something so freeing about selling one's body for coin. Something so… deliciously pleasurable.

All three women toss their heads back in unison and let out matching wanton moans as their clients share a look before increasing the pace with which they're fucking them. And all three know… they wouldn't have it any other way.

After all, they're exactly where they belong.