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Merrill's Revenge	By : Hatsepsut Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 9714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hawke woke up, her body feeling both like she had been beaten and incredibly content at the same time. She looked at the two men dozing next to her, one, Anders, cuddled to her front, the other, Fenris, spooned to her back. Maker, they were both so hot, she just wanted to jump them again. But her body protested at the thought, small pains and aches telling her that the amazing night they had given her had been more than it could take.
She had forgotten how many times and in how many positions they had taken her, long into the night. The whole thing had disintegrated into a fog of pleasure, into the sound of moans and rough male voices urging her on, leading her from one mind shattering orgasm to the next, hands petting her, mouths kissing her, strong, virile shafts hammering away inside her.
She bit her lip and though, what now? Would they wake up regretting the most glorious night of her life? The spell that had made them both overcome their distaste for one another and their inhibitions was now gone. Would they wake up and make her choose between them? Maker she couldn't do that! Her feelings were clear to her for the first time in months. It was wrong, it wasn't natural, she knew, but Maker, she wanted them both. She loved them both. It would kill her having to choose between them.
She held her breath as Anders opened his eyes, stretched in that adorable little boy way of his and gave her a wide smile. Behind her, Fenris woke up, effortlessly and smoothly, passing from sleep to awareness in a blink of an eye. She turned back to him and saw a small smile grace his lips too. Then their eyes went to each other. Oh, shit, oh shit…Hawke thought and her mouth went dry as she expected the hostilities to start. Instead, Anders gave a nod to Fenris. She turned back in shock just in time to watch the same nod being given back. What was that? Some sort of secret male communication? Had they arranged to meet somewhere later and rip each other apart? Her mind was racing, her panic rising.
"Do we get breakfast?" Fenris growled behind her, making her gasp in surprise. Those were definitely not the first words she had expected to hear out of his mouth. She had expected something more in the lines of 'blood mage.. abominations… damned mages, yadayadayada..kill you all ….mage…' and then a dead Anders.
"Even more important, do we get a kiss?" Anders piped in, running his hand up and down her leg.
"We?" she muttered, stunned. "Since when are the two of you 'we'?"
Fenris turned her to her back, and claimed her mouth in a wet, achingly hot kiss, his taste so addictive, so familiar after last night that her body instantly responded, arching into him and getting wet and bothered in seconds. As soon as Fenris pulled back from the kiss, Anders was there to take his place, his tongue warring with hers, his taste so different but not less addictive, his talented lips drawing a small moan from her.
"Since last night…" Anders moaned, his hands roaming her body.
"We both want you, you want both of us, what seems to be the problem, Hawke?…" Fenris asked, bending over her nipple and blowing gently on it, making it draw tight and pucker up.
"No problem. No problem at all. Carry on, gentlemen. " Hawke moaned as Anders' finger slid down to pet her between her legs, both pain and incredible pleasure shooting through her, tightening her body. "Anders, some healing first if you please, I ache all over."
"Yeah, and Fenris has some mean looking scratches on his arms. You minx.."
"You did those, mage."
"Oh..oh, right…sorry…"

Merrill was at home, sitting on the floor in front of the Eluvian, staring at it in desperation. There had to be way to repair the magic mirror, there…a knock at the door. She got up, stretched to relieve her aching muscles and walked to the door.
Flowers? Who could have sent her flowers? She looked at the little card tucked among the red roses, and plucked it out while looking for a vase. She found an old clay jug that would do just fine and filled it with water, leaving the beautiful fragrant flowers on the table.
She read the card and the jug slipped through her fingers and fell to the floor.
"Dear Merrill, I hope you didn't give too big a part of your soul to that demon. Had oogles of fun with the boys…Thanks a million, Hawke."
Merrill just stood there looking at the flowers. So that was why Varric had come to ask about the barrier…Hawke had been locked in the room with Anders and Fenris and…oh. OH! That's why Hawke was thanking her.
By the Dread Wolf, this wasn't supposed to happen. She had wanted the two men to take each other in their lust, not ….have fun…. Her plan was ruined. Now they would come kill her for what she had done, and she wouldn't even have the pleasure of asking them if they had enjoyed each other's ass. Another knock. It was probably one of them.
Two more bouquets of flowers? She scrabbled to get inside and read the cards.
One simply said:
"In your debt. Fenris."
The other was more elaborate:
"I owe you for the best night of my life. Thank you, Anders."
She snorted, once, twice, and then started laughing.

Varric made his way to Hawke's estate, cursing all the way. He had meant to go there as soon as the barrier was down and that must have been hours ago. Andraste's flaming ass, what had he been thinking, leaving Hawke alone with them all these hours? They would probably have ripped each other apart by now, and if Hawke had tried to get in the way….Damn his drinking to the Void! He hadn't meant to sleep that long!
He walked in and heard heated voices coming from the kitchen. Shit. They were fighting. At least they were both still alive, he comforted himself, as he made his way to the door.
"That was mine, mage," Varric heard Fenris' voice growl through the door.
"You snooze, you lose, elf."
The rogue paused at the door. That didn't seem like the argument he had been expecting. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a hidden note of amusement under the hostility in their voices.
"Put it back down. It is mine."
"Come and get it back if you dare," Anders taunted the elf. " But then she gets to sit on my lap, while you stuff your face."
Hawke laughed then and Varric's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
"Boys, there are enough pancakes for everyone. Share nicely, now."
Varric opened the door and peered inside, too stunned to believe is ears. The three of them were sitting at the table, Hawke perched on the elf's lap, sharing a plate of pancakes.
"I'll be a nug's uncle…" he muttered and closing the door again went to find Isabela. Those kind of news had to be shared, spread and pored over. Maybe then his brain would start believing what his eyes had seen. Damn…Life around here was going to get SO interesting!

Isabela slammed her cup on the table and looked at Varric with indignation in her eyes.
"Both of them? Little prissy pants Hawke took both of them? BOTH OF THEM? And I wasn't there?"
Varric nodded to her to keep her voice down as her little outburst was drawing curious glances from the crowd at the bar.
"Don't you sush me, Varric! I have a reputations to uphold!" Isabela was fuming. "Oh, how did I miss that? Do you think Merrill can do that little lust spell for me, too?"
"I wouldn't recommend it, Isabela," a cold voice cut in from behind them. They both turned to see Hawke, Anders and Fenris behind her, a smug look on both their faces. "They are mine."
"You don't play nice," Isabela groused, pouting as she took in the way they all looked, Hawke tired but radiant, the men with that well pleased look on their faces, their postures relaxed and at ease for the first time in …never. "You could have at least asked me to join in."
Fenris and Anders exchanged a look and simultaneously said "No."
"Great, just great," Isabela threw her hands in the air, green with envy. "Fenris and Anders talking in tandem. Marvellous. I'll just start calling them Fenders now."
"I just have one question, Blondie.." Varric cut in. "How does Justice feel about all that?"
"He's speechless."
"Let's just keep him like that, mage."

Sebastian learned about it a few days later, overhearing some scandalised nobles talking about the Champion and her two lovers. He refused to believe it and thought it his duty to inform her of the lewd rumours that had been spreading around Hightown at her expense.
He made his way to the Hawke estate and after Bodahn let him in, gingerly climbed the stairs to her room.
Before Bodahn had the time to stop him he opened the door and …Hawke was lounging in the bathtub, her back against Anders' chest, sitting between his legs, while Fenris was on top of her, his arms braced on the rim of the tub, slowly thrusting inside her, his head thrown back in bliss, his markings glowing blue and bathing them all in an eerie light. Anders' hands were on her breasts, his long fingers rolling her nipples, his mouth suckling on her neck, making her moan.
Sebastian quickly closed the door, his face beetroot red, his ears ringing and his ..excitement instantly bumping against the face of Adraste on his belt. Maker! That was...he wished there had been space in that bathtub for him too. Oh, sweet Andraste, that image would never leave his mind! He adjusted himself, feeling painfully aroused.
He had to go pray. A lot. A few weeks worth of it, in fact.

Aveline came to see her the next day, and found her cheerfully preparing a basket for a picnic on the seaside. She scowled and looked at her friend's radiant face. Hawke truly, really looked happier than she had ever seen her and all the harsh words she had been preparing to tell her, furious at her behaviour, just died on her lips.
"I hope you know what you are doing, Hawke," she just said and all she got in reply was a beaming smile. "The nobles are gossiping about you, the knight commander is furious and the Seneschal threatened to take away the title of Champion. Hightown is in uproar."
"Hightown can go screw itself. The Knight Commander can go jump off a cliff. I'll even give her a little push, if she wants."
Her eyes pleaded with her friend to understand "I don't care, Aveline. I love them. Both of them."
The guard captain just shook her head and left, but not before giving her a little smile and wishing her a nice picnic.

It was an incredibly hot day and Hawke congratulated herself on her idea to go to the seaside. Her two lovers had argued that it was dangerous, it was too far away, blah, blah, blah. All she had to do was mention skinny dipping and they were sold. They had found a nice, secluded beach, a few trees providing some shade and had their picnic with the soothing sound of waves rolling across the sand as a backdrop.
They had all stretched out on the sand afterwards, removing their clothes as the temperature rose until they were left with just their smallclothes. Hawke lay between her men, admiring their bodies. Fenris was lean and toned, his muscles moving gracefully under his bronze skin, the silvery lines of lyrium decorating his body. Anders was less toned but more bulky, his shoulders wide and strong, his pale skin caressed by the sun, blond silky hair narrowing down to his groin in a thin line that begged to be licked.
She knelt between them, smiling wickedly at them and noticing how their expressions changed from relaxed and calm to interested and intrigued, how their eyes started dilating as she licked her lips suggestively, looking at their groins where the fabric of their smallclothes started to tent under her gaze.
She teased them both, running her fingers along the legs she was kneeling between, over their thighs and reaching their groin. She knew Anders' bellybutton was ticklish and avoided that, and that Fenris loved having his nipples pinched and gave one a firm squeeze making him growl deep in his throat. She bent down to lick one of her mage's flat brown nipples just to hear the same growl from Anders too.
Both of them tried to pull her down for a kiss, but she chuckled and resisted scooting down again and concentrating on their tenting smallclothes, dragging them off and throwing them away. Her breath caught, desire rising up like a wave to engulf her. Her beautiful, beautiful men, all hard and ready for her! She giggled, giddy with joy and desire.
"Who do I do first, I wonder?" she chuckled, running the tip of a finger up the underside of each shaft, making both men moan.
"Do me, I am bigger," Fenris growled, his deep sensual voice even deeper with arousal.
Anders shot him a hostile look, to which Fenris answered with a half smile and a shrug.
"What?" he asked. "It's true."
"So what ?" Anders bristled, his manhood insulted, "I am wider."
"You are both perfect," Hawke whispered, a glazed, lustful look in her eyes as she circled a shaft with each hand and gave them a good pump to silence them. Heated moans escaped them both and Hawke smiled wickedly at the sensual power she had over them. If only she could do that in the street when they started arguing about mages and templars!
She leaned over Fenris and took him in her mouth, rubbing her tongue over his silken tip, making him tense and run his hands through his hair, practised licks and open-mouthed kisses driving him insane with pleasure before she switched to Anders and gave him the same treatment. She heard the mage chant her name, while Fenris looked on with jealousy, panting, trying to gain her attention again by running his hands up the inside of her thigh and stroking her heat. She moaned her pleasure around the thick shaft in her mouth and moved back to him, not wanting to leave any of them feeling left out.
She continued tormenting her men, both of them submissive under her hands, letting her guide the game for now, letting her pleasure them to the point of torture, ragged moans and gasps filling the salty, humid air. Her own arousal was like a slow burning fire between her legs, turning her insides to mush, making her wet down to her knees.
"Hawke, sweetheart, stop it, you will make me come," Anders moaned, and she immediately changed to Fenris again, only to be dragged forcefully up his body where he could claim her in a blistering, devouring kiss. The rules of the game changed and shifted, both men having had enough of her gentle, sensual teasing, now deciding it was time to have her panting instead.
Anders ripped her smallclothes of her body, making her gasp and jerk in Fenris' arms and without any warning, moved behind her and claimed her in one smooth, forceful thrust. She moaned her ecstasy at the forceful invasion into Fenris' mouth, and he gladly swallowed down her distressed sounds. He looked over her shoulder to the blond mage that was hammering inside her in a frantic pace, ecstasy and agony distorting his face.
"My turn," he panted. "Move"
Hawke whimpered her protest as Anders withdrew, only to be replaced by Fenris' shaft, and she rode him for all she was worth, trying to take him as deeply inside as possible and failing as always. He was simply too big for that, but Hawke never kept trying, riding the fine line between pain and pleasure as he plunged inside her to overfilling. Anders started fingering her back entrance, desperate to fill her again, slipping one finger, then a second inside her.
"You are too wide," Fenris warned, growling in warning. "You'll hurt her."
"She'll love it,' Anders panted. "Won't you, honey?"
Hawke just moaned. She could feel her juices pouring from her as her flesh continued to heat, to melt for the two men so intent on making her insane. A slap landed on her ass with a resounding crack. She looked over at Anders in surprise and shock at this kinky, dominant display as his hand continued raining slaps on her tender flesh, making it turn pink, awakening nerves she didn't even knew she possessed. She was shaking, torn between ecstasy and torment, certain there was no way to survive the sensations
She could hear herself begging, pleading, but she wasn't certain what she begged for. As he started working his shaft inside her, Fenris' lips surrounded a nipple, his teeth rasping, nipping the tender peak as hard hands held her hips in place until Anders finally, agonizingly, slid every broad inch of his length inside her.
Her senses were spinning now as they began to move within her. Four hands stroked her, caressed her, two voices urged her on in her pleasure, as two heavy, wide shafts began to hammer inside her with hungry demand.
She could feel the wave of her climax building, though she realized the slow,
measured pace the two men were using would never throw her quickly into climax.
Once more they were torturing her, building the tension inside her until she was certain
she would never survive it.
She flexed he inner muscles around them, trying to make them hurry up and it had the desired effect, both males moaning desperately and picking up the pace until the she felt the explosion begin in her belly, felt it expand, detonate, overtake her as she bagun to melt in the fiery storm overtaking her.
Anders' and Fenris' broken pants were lost in the madness as her orgasm surged through her and refused to stop. Her body convulsed over and over, bringing them with her, both of them exploding inside her, filling her with a lava-hot surge of semen and causing her to scream as another, even stronger orgasm, ripped through her and stole her senses. She collapsed on Fenris' heaving chest, Anders shuddering over her, both men unable to speak or move.
They lay together in the blistering heat of the early afternoon, the sound of the sea soothing their ravaged senses, until they could catch their breaths again and found the strength to move. Anders collapsed to their side, Hawke still sprawled over Fenris' chest, his hand drawing absent minded circles on her skin.
"I like picnics." Anders mumbled after a while. "We should do this again soon."
"Once a week at least." Fenris agreed. " I suggest the forest next time."
"What, feeling the urge to frolic, elf?"
"I have sand in my ass, mage. It is not a pleasant feeling."
Anders snorted, then started laughing. Soon Hawke started laughing too.
Fenris looked at them , pretending to scowl. A small smile appeared on his face and it slowly got wider, revealing white straight teeth.
"Ah, what the Void..." he muttered and started laughing too.
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