#lord inquisitor francois trevelyan au

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Coryphaeus x Inquisitor. Winners takes all. NSFW. Proceed with caution

Throne sex, fingering, public sex. Trans!Inky

Alternative universe where Francois (rebel mage Inquisitor was taken to Kirkwall circle when he was 15 and then YEARS LATER when he's 24 he accidentally freed Coryphaeus when he was on the run from templars. The chantry's brutality backfired on them as Coryphaeus won the war )

"Daddy, would you fuck me in front of those clerics? On the sunburst throne? I want them to watch as I cum on their precious stupid chair. Please please please."

The mage begged, white eyelashes fluttered and fair cheeks burned with desire.

Francois's desire knew no bounds, sometimes, even Sethius couldn't keep up with him.

Poor thing, he desperately needed carnal pleasure and any other hedonistic self indulgence to keep away those dark, disturbing memories from destroying his fragile mind.

Nine years of suffering in Kirkwall circle would be enough to drive anyone into the brink of insanity and self destruction. It was only Francois's unbroken will to free the mages and many other people that kept him going.

Such willpower and and passion... Tempting.

Coryphaeus smirked a bit, eyes scanned the room. Several grand clerics and sisters were huddled together on the floor with chains and shackles binding them to the pillars,watching him and Francois with a horrified expression

Their fear and despair were delectable, the sweet taste of victory. The atmosphere was so thick with fright and emotional turmoil, choking him and touching his soul. Coryphaeus threw his head back a bit, groaning in pleasure.

Oh... How he loved to feed on those pathetic mortal's distress. Coryphaeus climbed the stairs and sat upon the cracked and broken sunburst throne, then patted his lap. "Come here."

Francois grinned, blue eyes glistened with manic joy as he rushed towards the man who had saved his life from Alrik and the templars. He sat on Coryphaeus's lap, dangling his legs like an overly excited child waiting for a sweet treat. Indeed, a sweet treat he shall have soon...

Coryphaeus untied the silk sash around Francois's waist, ripped apart the belt and then told the younger human to take off his trousers which Francois was more than happy to do, exposing his private area for all of the defeated chantry people to see. Francois chuckled at the Horror... Disgust and lust that crossed the faces of his enemies, his former slavers.

The rebel mage raised an eyebrow.

"What? None of you have ever seen a cunt before? I thought clerics love to diddling young mages without their consent because we are 'worthless maleficar' right? Especially you Abenth and Sister Gertrude. Oh... Don't cry it's too late to feel any kind of shame."

A former knight-commander from Ferelden spat on the marble floor, his half burned and bruised face contorted in rage.

"You are a monster, disgusting! I should have killed you when I had the chance!"

Francois threw his head back, laughing while leaning against Coryphaeus who was as equally umused by this morbid situation.

"Oh! You should have tried harder! Our last fight was terribly boring." Francois spread his legs apart, exposing his entrance which dripping with desire. Beads of clear fluid leaking from the throbbing folds, begging for stimulation.

The knight-commander tore his gaze away, unable to bear witness to this senseless voyeuristic and blasphemous display anymore.

"How could you? I thought you were on our side."

Now, it was Francois who blistered with rage. He leaned forward a bit, ready to pounce end the former templar in front of him but Coryphaeus grabbed his arms and pulled him back. "ON YOUR SIGHT?! AS IF TEMPLAR DOGS LIKE YOU AND THE FUCKING CHANTRY ARE EVER ON THE MAGES AND OTHER PEOPLE SIDE'S! YOU ARE AN IDIOT FOR TRUSTING ME SO EASILY! IF YOU WANTED TO BLAME ANYONE FOR WHAT HAPPENED, YOU SHOULD BLAME THE CHANTRY! NOW SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

The Elder One rolled his eyes, he adored Francois's fury and passion but it wasn't the time for yet another storm of rage and shouting, they were supposed to enjoy this sweet sweet victory after nearly a year of war.

Coryphaeus slid a finger into Francois's vaginal canal, rubbing the sensitive flesh in a slow circular motion which made Francois gasped and bucked his hips. The Elder One pressed his thumb on the clitoris and Francois cried out as loud as he could as he arched his flexible body, eyes rolled back in pleasure. "S-Sethius!"

"I thought you wanted to desecrate this throne."

"Y-Yes! OH YES YES! LET ME RUIN THIS STUPID PIECE OF JUNK! I WANT TO DESTROY EVERYTHING ABOUT THE CHANTRY AND THE MAKER! OH! HARDER!"

The former magister smirked before he bit into Francois's neck while his finger continued to rubbing and flicking his lover's clitoris. The younger mage panted, milky-white thighs trembling, barely able to support himself anymore. His vaginal muscle spasmed as he clenched around Corypheus's long finger.

"Pathetic, one finger in and you are already acting like a beast in rut."

"Oh! Darling! Darling! I-I mean it's yours! It's you who are doing it to me! In public nonetheless! Can't you even blame me for lacking in control?"

Coryphaeus grunted, the corner of his deformed lips twitched into a thin smile.

The former magister plunged his finger deeper into Francois's entrance, exploring it's depth and rubbing the soft flesh as if there was no tomorrow. "Squirt for me. Do it."

Francois was barely coherent, the thrill and joy from subjugating Orlais was still raging within his heart and now he and Sethius were desecrating the symbol of Andrastianian religion. Two 'maleficar' ruined the sunburst throne with sexual fluid and blight reduction

It sent him into a frenzy of pleasure and unbearable joy! It was better than when he decapitated Gaspard's head and cut Justinia in half! Francois tweaked his own hard nipples, pinching and pulling on them as Sethius continue to rub his vaginal walls, the rebel mage cried out, louder than ever as a large amount of clear liquid squirted out of his entrance, dripping into the broken throne.

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Alternate Universe where Francois was taken to Kirkwall circle instead of Ostwick where he suffered for nine years as Alrik sex slave ( in main universe he suffered in Ostwick circle as well but he wasn't taken/given as a sex slave for a knight commander)

Despite the pain and suffering, he still rebelled, helping helped mages to escape from the gallows, supporting Anders and contacting mage underground rebellion. The situation escalated when Justinia, influenced by fear, agreed to make all mages of age tranquil. This pushed all mages to their limit and everyone banded together with Anders to fight back against the chantry.

Francois was running away from Alrik and his men when he stumbled upon Corypheus tomb and accidentally released the magister of old.

Desperate to free his people from suffering and slavery, Francois agreed to help Corypheus and became The Elder One's right hand man.

With the chantry agreed to make all mages tranquil and they were ready to sent an army to conquer Kirkwall, Francois railed mages of Kirkwall to stand with The Elder One and topple their oppressor:

The sun of Andraste and all of its followers in power.

(Anders and Hawke escaped tho)

A desperate man with a shattered mind and unbearable need to be love and be loved slowly became attracted to the ancient magister who saved him from his former enslaver and abuser.

Corypheus himself, despite his insistence that he was above and men and had no need for affection, slowly crumble under the devotion and obsession of this rebellious white-haired beauty.

Their love was twisted, codependent, unhealthy, deranged and dangerous

( Don't worry Frankie still wouldn't accept slavery and oppression and he'll convince Cory to not enslave elves and others. At least let him take care of the people Corypheus deemed as lesser in Free Marches. Since Francois get the right of dominion over The Marcher.

But bad things happened and Cory betrayed him, then Francois traveled back in time to tell his past self to go to Solas instead of Cory.

He'll become inquisitor, allied and freeing mages, defeat Corypheus and then supporting Solas to tear down the veil, defeat Evanuris and returning the world into harmony + magic)

#dragon age #dark #dead dove #whump #dai #rebel mage #francois trevelyan #lord inquisitor francois trevelyan #corypheus #moodboard #au #alternative universe

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Wolf of Wall street but it's Solas, blurry image since tumblr resize it, click if youn wanna see details

Super WIP should I continue? I was thinking about a post veil Thedas where the evanuris actually ruling again albeit kinda indirectly and Solas waking up in an all magic world but it's still fuck up and like super capitalist or whatever and some shit happened again! Same bullshit repeated like Dalish and mage oppression ( the mages are free and once again Francois fight for the mage rebellion) and religion ( Evanuris pantheon ) is on war against human religion ( the maker is just elgar'nan but it's still incorrect because humans turned him into a human god and human religion purposely misinterpreted the pantheons just to offend Arlathan andraste is Mythal ) is at war.

Francois and Dorian are amnesiac, so Solas has to get his lovers back before the evanuris and other threats do anything again!! The only way he can rises to the top is through illegal business like drugs, smuggling, scamming rich people and many other things since the evanuris slandered his name in the religion and turned him into an 'obedient protector' of the gods. So he must fight back through underground means... Like Silco y'know

Kirkwall is like Piltover and Zaun and Solas rules over Lowtown. When I finish this picture I'm gonna upload it to @mywitchcultblrart

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Dark clouds obscured the weak winter sunlight as it filtered through the thick gray mist shrouding the hilltop of Kirkwall's most prestigious and opulent district. Puddles and potholes dotted the ground, filled by rainwater from last night’s heavy downpour; some had already been refilled while others remained empty. The streets were deserted despite being only half-past eight on a weekday morning—most of the city inhabitants were still fast asleep in the comfort and safety of their bed, lost within dreams and abstract realities. Not even stray animals were seen roaming around this early in the day; all was quiet except for the occasional sound of water dripping into the stagnant pools scattered across the street.

A luxurious custom black and white Panther De Ville Saloon car pulled up close at a home in the corner of St James Street and Mauberley Road. Its engine cut out with an audible click and then silence fell upon everything once more. Francois Trevelyan stepped out of the car, he was dressed in a luxurious white fur coat and sleek three pieces black suit.

An ebony pipe hung loosely between his lips, the cigarette smoke curled lazily upwards towards the morning sky. The white-haired rebel mage gait was confident yet elegant as he marched towards the humble abode, he knocked on the wooden door with the handle shaped like a lion head. A few moments later a dark-haired elven man opened the door.

"Mahanon darlin' my darling it's such a pleasure to meet with you again? How do you do?" Francois said with a smile that didn't reach his cold blue eyes. The rebel mage blew the cigarette smoke away from his face before stepping inside the house. He glanced around the room, taking note of its décor.

It looked much better than he remembered, but not quite what he had expected. "Rather plain don't you think sweetheart? You can use a bit of furniture from Antiva or Rivain to spice things up. Stripes maybe? Or spot? Oh, I haven't greeted you properly. Where's my manner!" He said with a rather nonchalant chuckle. Before Mahanon could even say anything Francois kissed the elf on both of his cheeks. "Would you like a cup of tea, Francois?" He asked politely.

Francois smiled. "No thank you, sugar" His voice sounded dry as he spoke. "I'm afraid business has kept me very busy lately so I have neglected socializing with friends, genuine friends who have no ulterior motives to talk with me. Oh, what do we have here!" Francois's eyes widened in delight at a sketch on the wall. It was a picture of a dress with black and white spots pattern, similar to a dalmatian's coat.

His hand shook slightly as he stroked the drawing. "Your work is fresh and clean, unfettered, unpretentious. It sells." Francois turned his attention back to Mahanon. "I begin to see spots." There was a weird glint in that deep pool of blue eyes and mischievous twinkle that made Mahanon feel uneasy. Like there was something hidden behind those piercing orbs. Something sinister. "Thank you, it's just a simple hobby. Past time and I don't think that sketch worth-"

Francois scowled in displeasure. "Not worth? Don't sell yourself so cheap darling! You do have a talent." The rebel mage snatched the sketch from the wall and then he said. "Why don't you come to my manor? I have many things that I would like to discuss with you, darling."

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