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The Night of the Hawke	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 20087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: The Hawke and the Elven Servant
Several days had passed in the wake of that tainted night, and for Brianna Hawke and those she cared about life had simply returned to normality as though nothing had dared arisen to disturb it.
Despite her conflictions Hawke had not allowed it to hinder her and allowed her life to continue as normal. Tonight she found herself walking through the moonlit streets of the Hightown of Kirkwall in the arms of her lover, her Shining Sea, Merrill. With all the time and energy Hawke seemed to commit to preventing the city from collapsing upon itself left little time for a budding romantic relationship. But tonight Brianna was giving her lover the evening together she had once promised, a night that would involve unshackled passions and desires. “Am I going to enjoy tonight?” Merrill asked with eager abandon.
“I promise” Hawke smiled, opening the door into the Hawke Estate.
Merrill leant in closer, pressing her lips to Hawkes ear. “Maybe if you’re good I could do that thing you like with your-”
“Hawke” a familiar voice froze them in their step. Drawing their shared gaze to the far side of the lounge there sat the leader of the Templar Order, Knight Commander Meredith, basking in the heat of the roaring fire. “Forgive my unexpected intrusion” she rose from her seat to greet the Mistress of the estate. “Your elven servant girl allowed me in” Hawke stared back into the face of evil and forced herself not to respond.
“Knight Commander” Hawke stepped forward to shake Meredith’s offered hand, forcing a smile to her lips. “What an unexpected but by no means unpleasant visit” Hawke indicated Merrill with a wave of her hand. “May I introduce my partner, Merrill” Merrill sheepishly stepped forward, bowing to the Knight Commander like the young daughter of a noble introduced at a formal meeting, merely to be seen but not heard.
Meredith smiled coldly before returning her attention to Hawke. “Hawke, I have matters of importance to discuss with you, in private”
Hawke took the unsubtle hint. “Merrill, why don’t you go upstairs? I’ll be up shortly as soon as I have concluded business with the Knight Commander”
“Alright, but don’t take too long” Merrill planted a soft kiss on Hawkes cheek, trailing her lips to whisper in Hawkes ear. “You don’t want me getting cold” with her playful reminder made Merrill gracefully turned and sauntered across the living room, ascending the stairs with an energetic skip, looking back only to flash her lover a playful wink.
Meredith watched with feigned interest as the girl departed, out of earshot. “She seems like such a sweet young girl” Meredith glanced back to face Hawke. “It is true what they say, that demons may take on the most beautiful disguises” Meredith sighed, settling comfortably back into her seat. “It is such a shame the Templar Order will be forced to cleanse her once they are made aware of what she truly is”
The comment quickly got Hawkes attention. “We had an agreement” she remarked sternly. Despite lacking her armour and weapons she still felt as though she could maintain an intimidating presence even in the face of the much larger woman. “I work to expose genuine blood mages in exchange for the protection of Merrill and my companions”
“As we agreed” Meredith replied. “But you forget that your elven companion is herself a blood mage and that the apprehension of dangerous apostates remains your primary concern. All other concerns, including your perverted loyalty to your elven consort, remain firmly secondary”
“You still have yet to explain what has brought you here tonight” Hawke swiftly returned to the matter at hand, eager not to encourage her line of conversation further.
“Well I had wished to inform you of a number of meetings being orchestrated between traitors within the Templar ranks and escaped apostates, however seeing your lovely elven girl tonight has rather set my mind on other things. I believe she mentioned that you had made intimate plans for this evening. Oh what fond memories I have of youth held in a lovers embrace, how I wish I could experience the feeling again even for the briefest of moments”
Hawke was thrown, she knew Meredith could be conniving and even malevolent on occasions but she had never anticipated that the woman would be so cold blooded as to dare to suggest such a thing. “You can’t believe that I would allow you to-”
“Of course I would not wilfully ask to taste of another’s mate, it is simply not done” Meredith interrupted before the accusation could be made. “All that I humbly ask is that I be allowed to bear witness a young couple in love, a carefree reminder of better days before the burden of city began to weigh so heavily upon my shoulders”
Hawke stumbled. “Yes but even that-”
“Ah” Meredith replied. “I see I have overstepped my bounds” Meredith rose from her seat in a single motion, smoothing out the ruffles of her robes. “My most sincere apologises Hawke” she gave a courteous bow. “I shall leave you to your evening and return at a more appropriate time. Please, enjoy your intimacy with your elven girl and do not allow me to burden you any longer” Meredith’s words were unsettlingly civil given the secretly dark undertone carried beneath them, she held no illusions that the Knight Commander would be true to her word and allow them their night of intimacy undisturbed only to find a platoon of Templar Knights breaking down their front door as the sun rose into the sky. Meredith turned and departed towards the door as if it truly were to be the final word on the subject.
“If this is to occur as you say” Hawke finally spoke up. Meredith ceased her retreat a few steps short of leaving the estate. “Merrill can never learn of what is about to transpire”
Meredith turned back to face Hawke. “And just how do you plan to do that?”
How it may be done? A question Brianna had yet to answer to herself. “Give me five minutes”
Meredith sighed wearily as if conceding an argument with a rebellious child. “Very well” Meredith returned herself to her seat, sending Hawke away with a wave of her hand. “Do what you must to spare your little girls feelings I shall wait here”
With the perilous gauntlet laid before her Hawke swiftly ascended the stairs to the second floor of the estate, already beginning to contemplate precisely how she would proceed in this seemingly impossible endeavour.
Left in silence Meredith idly lingered in her seat in the living room, disturbed only by the approach of the meek elven servant girl finally stepping forward to inquire. “Excuse me mistress, is there anything you require of me?”
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Brianna lingered at the door to her bed chambers, daring to entertain the very thought that she would march back down the stairs to confront Meredith and see her cast out into the night with the aid of Shadows ferocious bark, and perhaps even his bite. But once again she felt the weight of the self imposed chains which bound her and forced her to stay her hand.
Gathering her composure she donned her mask and entered her room to be met by a sight which, under any other circumstances, would have her either charging with animalistic desire or left in a daze convinced that what she witnessed could not be reality. “I hope you don’t mind” Merrill’s tranquil voice carried across the room like a bewitching sirens call. “But I decided to speed things up a bit and just took all my clothes off myself” Hawke stared at Merrill wrapped up in the scarlet red sheets of the bed, a tempting invitation even a puritan would find hard to resist. “Now why don’t you come hither” Merrill lured her lover with a curled finger.
Hawke shuffled forward uneasily to sit at the edge of the bed, staring blindly into the floor in silent contemplation. “You appear unusually serious all of a sudden” Merrill placed her hands to Hawkes shoulders. “Something happen with the Knight Commander?” Merrill’s fingers began to caress and massage the soft muscle.
Hawke bit down hard on her lip and suppressed the overwhelming urge to scream at the top her lungs that it was all a lie and that even now she felt the whispers in her ear, fingers on her spine, no way to break free. “I just, have a lot on my mind”
“Oh really” Merrill’s gentle hands suddenly became ravenous, descending down Hawkes front to linger tantalisingly close to Briannas heaving bosom. “Well maybe I can put something else into that mind of yours” Merrill purred as she buried her nose into the nape of Brianna’s neck.
Hawke could hear the gentle creak of floorboards just outside the door, a subtle whisper, a sound you would only hear if you knew to listen for it. ‘How much longer could she maintain this façade?’ an idea suddenly came to her.
“Hold that thought” Hawke leapt from the bed like a Mabari War hound summoned to the hunt, she knew she would have to be swift. Dashing across the room to her bedroom dresser she began pawing through the draws in search of something which could serve her purpose. She found a flowing black scarf buried deeply within, although the weather was far too warm for it the garment would serve her needs today. Hawke swiftly returned to sitting on the bedside beside Merrill, reaching up to wrap the soft fabric around her head.
“What are you doing?” Merrill asked.
“I was thinking we could use this as a blindfold” Hawke explained as she secured the tie behind Merrill’s head.
“Why would we want to do that?” Merrill asked innocently.
Hawke was forced to think on her feet. “Because I thought we could try something different, try spicing things up a bit”
Merrill stared back at her companion, lacking any form of eye contact it was near impossible to interpret the reaction of the woman whose thoughts were as easy to follow as a Masters Edition of the Ecology of the Free Marches deciphered from ancient Dwarven script. “Ok” Merrill replied sweetly, as if in her mind she had just been asked if she wanted to visit the markets in the morning.
With the answer given Hawke felt another pang of guilt stab through her, Merrill trusted her with all her heart. She had been willing to let go of so much, leaving behind her home and her people so they could be together. And even after all that Hawke realized she was still willing to betray that trust if it was to save her. Hawke leant forward to place a loving kiss upon her lovers lips, feeling the warm caress as she returned the embrace. It was in that blissful moment of unspoilt joy shared between them that Brianna felt a cold and unwanted hand touch her shoulder, felt the breeze of another’s breath pass her ear. “A blindfold” the voice whispered silently. “A nice touch” Hawke turned to be met by the sight of the Knight Commander herself, the fact that she had been able to come so close without Hawke even being aware of her presence unsettled her deeply.
“Where did you go?” Merrill asked, once more returning Hawkes attention to her elven partner. “If you’re not there can you put your hand up?”
Hawke pointed a finger sharply towards the Meredith, swiftly snapping it across to indicate the chair across the room, her eyes burning with a ‘Sit and be quiet’ gesture, hoping the Knight Commander would be capable of interpreting the unsubtle hint without spiteful misinterpretation. Meredith accepted the muted request with a weary roll of her eyes, stepping off of the bed to sit at the chair across the room.
With Meredith under control, at least for the moment, Hawke busied herself by releasing the delicate ties which kept her top wrapped tightly around her athletic frame. Hawke cast her top aside into an unimportant area of the room, allowing her to swiftly return her attentions to Merrill. Clambering on top of the bed Hawke caressed her elegant finger tips across Merrill’s ample chest. “Oh you’re back” Merrill said. “I was worried you just up and left right in the middle of lovemaking”
Hawke felt another pang of guilt pierce her heart. “No Merrill” Hawke placed her lips to Merrill’s cheek. “I would never leave you” while Hawkes lips danced across her lovers cheek, leaving a gentle trail of kisses across her lovers neck, her scurrying hands explored her modest bust with eager hunger.
Hawkes ears heard the unmistakable ruffle of fabric across fabric, out of the corner of her eye Hawke could see Meredith unfurling the tie of fabric from around her waist which held her Chantry robes in place. Allowing the soft material to slip across her skin Meredith parted the seam to allow her hands freedom to roam across her ample chest as well as delve deeply into her writhing nethers as she idly watched the display before her.
“Mistress! I-” Hawke ended the kiss as the stifled yelp of a voice carried across the room. Brianna looked back over her shoulder to see the elven girl Orana standing in the doorway a tray of fresh fruit held between her hands and a stunned expression strewn across her face. “I am so sorry, I thought…” Orana suddenly averted her gaze as the true realization of what had occurred dawned upon her. “I thought that you would like some fruit to eat but I… didn’t know you and Mistress Merrill would be…”
“It’s alright Orana” Brianna attempted to reassure her.
“I’ll just leave it here and-” Orana, eager to bid a hasty retreat in the face of overwhelming embarrassment, tried to lay the tray on the desk and depart swiftly.
“Actually, bring that fruit over here” Merrill spoke. “I’m starving”
Orana bit her lip and resisted the urge to flee and silently stepped forward to offer the tray of fresh treats to her mistress. Hawke was surprised that Orana did not react to the sight of the Templar Knight Commander idly teasing herself whilst savouring the sight of Hawke and her partner in a lovers embrace. Orana shuffled unsettlingly towards the bedside, Meredith’s free hand reached up to pluck a ripe strawberry from the serving tray as the girl passed her, tasting the succulent fruit on her lips. Satisfied at the taste and texture Meredith pressed the tip of the succulent fruit to her other lips, feeling the foreign object probe and delve where few had dared to caress before. Satisfied in her sordid act she replaced the tainted strawberry atop the mound like an offering upon an altar to a god before ushering the elven serving girl away with an idle wave of her hand.
Orana stepped forward to place the fresh bowl of fruit down onto the table beside the bed. “Hmm” rumbled within her throat, Merrill glanced over at Orana with what Hawke expected would be her bedroom eyes. “Care to join us Orana?”
“Thank you for the offer Mistress” Oranas cheeks flared red with embarrassment. “But I must attend to my chores and…”
“Ok” Merrill replied. “But if you get bored you know where we will be” Merrill giggled. “And what we will be doing”
Orana headed towards the bedroom door, eager to bid a hasty retreat while could the opportunity still presented itself for her. However just as she reached the end of the bed she felt the long fingers of Meredith’s hand wrapping around her wrist, Orana froze in her step, suppressing a yelp beneath her breath. Meredith yanked on Oranas arm, drawing her close she pressed her lips to Oranas ear, whispering beneath her breath low enough to remain silent to the world around them.
It was far too great of a coincidence to think that Orana would emerge unannounced in her mistress’s personal chambers, both against her usually rather timid manner and the presence of the Knight Commander herself. Hawke suspected that some combination of enticement and intimidation on Meredith’s part had led the naive girl along this dark path. Brianna’s fears became reality when rather than abandoning the room with all the panicked haste she could muster Orana instead reached out and closed the door before her and silently lingered at the edge of the room, remaining to see tonight’s sordid act through to its bitter end.
Content that they were now ‘alone’ Merrill was eager to return her attentions to her lover. “Now that I’ve got you to myself” Merrill pulled the taller woman on top of her, nuzzling the tip of her nose into the nape of Hawkes neck. “Maybe we can enjoy some private snuggles”
Merrill reached out and plucked a fresh strawberry from atop the mound of fruit sitting beside their bed. The succulent fruit glistened with fresh juice whose origins Hawke had only questioned once she remembered the circumstances which had brought them to this moment. Hawke considered intervening now, but chose to stay her hand, the looming threat of discovery too great to simply cast aside, so despite her wishes, she allowed the sinful act to continue.
The temporarily sightless girl opened her lips to accept the offered treat. Merrill sucked and licked the sweet fruit, a peculiar array of alien flavours cascading across her tongue. Hawke had no doubt that by restricting her ability to see it would only enhance her already well attuned sense of flavour to the point where she could not help but taste the lingering impurity.
“Hmm” Merrill hummed softly. “They’re so sweet, remind me to tell Orana to get more of these the next time she visits the market” and once again Hawke felt her heart sink in her chest. Merrill reached out to pluck another strawberry from the bowl. “Here, you’ve got to try one”
Merrill held out the treat for her partner to accept. Hawke leant forward to taste of the forbidden fruit, only to have Merrill swiftly pop her tasty morsel into her mouth. Holding the fresh fruit between her teeth she puckered her lips in anticipation of her lover’s soft lips, it would seem that her prize would not be claimed so easily. Hawke leant forward to touch the tip of the soft fruit, suckling the sweet nectar before biting the berry in half and feeling the sweet juice wash across her palette.
“Hmm” Merrill hummed softly beneath her breath as she tasted her half of the delectable fruit. While their bodies were intertwined their minds were free to roam, a smile swiftly came to Hawkes lips at the prospect of ever more night time naughtiness to come.
The soft, gentle coo of music suddenly began to fill the air around them. Hawke glanced up from her lover to see Orana sitting, idly strumming at the strings of her Lute, by the fireplace.
“Oh” Merrill whispered. “I can hear music, Orana practicing her Lute again”
Hawke saw that Orana had taken her Lute which she had left beside the bedroom fire place, her long fingers gently strumming the strings as she began to plat a familiar song as she sat in the shimmering light of the fireplace.
“She does play it so beautifully” Hawke mused.
“The perfect echo to sustain our love making” Merrill said softly, feeling her being swept up in the flow and ebb of the music, letting it move over her.
Orana played her graceful melody practiced over the space of many days and weeks, each crease and ebb gently smoothed through time and practice. She suddenly felt the unfettered hands of another upon her sides; she continued to play despite the interruption. Orana looked up to be met by the sight of the Knight Commander herself, the taller womans long fingers roamed and caressed across her shoulders in rhythmic circles.
Orana persisted despite the unwanted caresses which singed her skin and enflamed her senses, fearing that silencing the music would only draw undue attention, and she could not dare interrupt her Mistresses love making. Since birth she had lead a harsh and troubled life of a slave bound to the will of a Tavinter Magister. Her father had sacrificed much to save her, and in the end it had cost him his life. She was taken to a new city, remaining a servant to another amongst a society who saw her entire race as lesser beings, the few small kindnesses Mistress Hawke had given her could not help to remove the dark taint of her past. Yet despite the darkness there was a light in her life, her love of music, as long as she could play she could never succumb to despair. Now, she could take some small comfort that her Mistresses were enjoying her music.
Meredith’s hands only became ever more ravenous as her fingers moved down to caress and probe across Oranas petite front. Meredith’s fingers held the tie of Oranas satin blue sash wrapped loosely around her thin waist, pulling the two strands apart allowed the two halves of Oranas plain white top to slip apart. With her final piece of clothing confidently cast aide Meredith’s hands swiftly searched out Oranas sensitive nipples, feeling the soft nubs of flesh moving and swelling beneath her finger tips.
Oranas voice whispered within her mind, every fibre of her being screamed for her to charge across the room and tear the blindfold from the girls eyes. She wanted to show her the truth, the harsh realities of what was truly transpiring as much to spare her further humiliation as to punish her for her hubris, show her the darkness and despair which consumed her seemingly perfect world. But she could not bear herself to rise; the golden haired Templars chains bound her tightly. All that she could do was to play her song.
Orana continued to watch as Merrill and her mistress exchanged an array of kisses licks and tender caresses with their lover. A small part of her wished to someday know the love they felt for eachother, to know the press of another’s body against hers, the gentle caress of their fingers intertwined together, to feel the warmth of their breath against her ear as they whispered ‘I love you’.
Meredith’s roaming hands did not remain tame for long, quickly and eagerly delving their path southwards across Oranas modest chest towards the seam of her pure white top, feeling the gentle swell of her breast beneath her undershirt. Orana was not blind to the sins of the flesh, Mistress Hadriana had taken hold of her many times to fulfil some deviant sexual pleasure only to cast her slave aside once that primal desire had been sated. But to feel another’s hands upon her skin, to feel the caress of their warm breath across the nape of her neck, a pleasure she may never know for herself. Meredith placed a flirtatious kiss upon Oranas cheek; placing her lips to Oranas ear she whispered dark secrets to the young elf. “I see the look you have in your eyes and the glint in hers as you admire the swell of her breast. You both want this, it is all that the two of you desire. Give in, let yourself go and begin again”
Meredith’s fingers curled, tickling her fingertips across Oranas bare skin. Her hands were ravenous, grasping and caressing at any bare piece of skin she could lay her hands on. Meredith’s hands touched the nub of Oranas bare nipple, the young girl let out a sharp yelp as her fingers caught on the strings of her lute.
The soft tune of Oranas music suddenly trailed off into silence. The unexpected calm forced Brianna to react quickly for fear of discovery. Meredith could not help but elicit a soft chuckle at the prospect, watching Hawke paw and grope at Merrill’s chest through fits of frantic kisses, if only to delay discovery of the truth a few seconds longer. “Well, you certainly have a lot of intensity tonight” Merrill mused.
While Hawke was distracted Meredith summoned Orana back to her side with a ‘Come hither’ of her finger. Meredith placed a flirtatious kiss on Oranas cheek before drawing her close to whisper untold secrets into her ear. The revelation of her words stunned the young elf into taking a gasping breath, tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes. She suppressed a harried cry, turning on her heel she swiftly returned to her mistresses’ side.
Hawke looked back over her shoulder to be met by the sight of her elven girl, lines of fresh tears trickling down her clear white cheeks. “I’m so sorry Mistress” she whispered beneath her breath, low enough for only Hawkes ears to hear her.
Before Hawke could decipher what cryptic message lay beneath her words Orana reached out and grabbed the hem of Hawkes skirt, swiftly yanking it down she revealed the soft curves of Hawkes bare buttocks to her Templar captors prying eyes. Before Hawke could part her lips to protest she felt the harsh crack of flesh striking flesh as Orana smacked Hawkes bare arse with the palm of her open hand. “Ahh!” Hawke elicited a pained cry at the sudden strike.
“What was that?” Merrill asked quizzically.
“I thought I saw a spider on the ceiling” was Hawkes quick response.
“Oh” Merrill cooed. “Someone else watching us do naughty things” Hawke bit her lip as her heart sank once more. “Now, why don’t you get all creepy crawly all over me?” Merrill’s scurrying fingers mimicked the legs of a creeping spider across her bare stomach.
Orana struck another decisive blow, Hawke reacted on instinct, lashing out to strike her elven lover across her bare breasts in a desperate attempt to cover her cries.
“Ow! What was that?” Merrill cried out, the searing burn lingering in the wake of the unexpected strike.
Hawke had to think quickly if her tissue thin façade was to be preserved. “I was tempted to try something new, a bit rough, mix things up a little bit”
Merrill stared up at her with what Hawke anticipated would be a blank expression of suspicion and disdain. “Ooh, you are so ravenous today, like a wild beast” without hesitation or prudence Merrill reached out to clip her lover across her bare bosoms, a rather karmatic retribution for her previous sins. “Now” Merrill thrust her chest out like a proud soldier ready to receive a medal for his services to his country. “Do me again”
Hawke received another strike to her buttocks, spurring her to deliver another blow to the bosom of her elven lover. Merrill was quick to return the favour in this rather sordid game of slaps, Hawke was careful to time her strikes with Oranas in an attempt to conceal herself, not an easy task when she could not dare to turn and face her serving girl.
Oranas barrage of sharp smacks against her plump cheeks suddenly ceased, Hawke began to fear what new act of corruption could follow this seeming moment of silent harmony. Orana emerged alongside Brianna and Merrill at the edge of the bed, cautiously trailing the tips of her fingers across Merrill’s flat stomach, sending a gentle tingling wave across Merrill’s body. Her agile fingers moved further upwards to caress Merrill’s scarlet breasts, massaging the skin still left sore after the brutal assault. Oranas hands massaged the muscles in Merrill’s shoulders with practised ease and elegance. Merrill’s wandering fingers sought out the angels touch to hold Oranas hands in her own; Hawke was quick to catch Merrill’s wandering hands before the façade could be shattered.
“I want you Hawke” Merrill panted. “I want to taste your fruit”
Hawke smiled. “You always had a sweet tooth” Hawke knew that if she did not bring herself to joke about this it would only be a matter of time until her fragile mask was shattered, either through rage or anguish in equal measure. Hawke lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, crawling along the length of the wide bed beside her elven lover, turning herself she lifted her leg over Merrill to straddle her face between her legs.
Merrill inhaled softly, the luscious scent washing through her lungs. “Hmm, another delectable treat for me to taste” Merrill’s tongue emerged from between her crimson lips to probe the empty air before her in search of her target. Hawke eagerly awaited the looming moment of contact with baited breath, only to be jolted from her blind trance only when she felt the press of another body against her back. She felt Oranas gentle hands clasp her sides as she was forced forward from her perch, feeling the warm caress of Merrill’s tongue drift slowly away from her. Orana shuffled forward to replace her master, biting her lip as she felt Merrill’s explorative tongue probe and caress her underside. Merrills lips coupled softly to Oranas, sucking, licking and kissing as she wished across Oranas soft skin.
With great care, so as not to disturb their union, Hawke slowly slid herself off of the bed to stand beside them. Orana played the role of her Mistress well and, with little reason to question otherwise, Merrill continued to be absorbed by the charade. Orana began to feel her strength leaving her body, her will to resist quickly vanishing, her mind doing its utmost to ensure her body remained in check. With no more energy to sustain her Orana suddenly fell forwards, reaching out for support her hands unceremoniously fell atop Merrill’s exposed chest.
“Oh Hawke, your hands are everywhere” Merrill cooed, writhing and turning as her soft hands caressed her nipples. “Is there nowhere your fingers cannot reach”
Orana suddenly yelped sharply. Hawke quickly kissed Oranas lips to avoid her calling out. Orana began squirming and writhing in her place, Hawke wrapped her hands around Oranas shoulders to keep her in place. Hawke began to wonder if Merrill’s tongue really had become that good? Hawke felt the spark emanating between the two of them, she knew the truth. “Merrill, are you casting a spell on me again?”
Merrill smiled coyly beneath her blindfold. “I was reading some of Anders notes he left lying around in his clinic, a few were particularly interesting. I always thought ‘Master of the Hunt’ was one of Varrics rhyming jokes”
“Master of the Hunt, eh?” Hawke helped Orana to clamber off of Merrill’s quivering body, allowing her to step gracefully aside to the edge of the room. “Perhaps I will have to prove the Ferelden Mabari War Hound as the true…” Hawke caressed the tips of her fingers along Merrill’s bare thighs as she sauntered elegantly along the edge of the bed. “Master of the Hunt”
Hawke crouched down to press her lips to Merrills slit, inhaling the waft of fresh scent emanating from her as she was drawn ever so teasingly towards a final glorious conclusion. With Orana now taken safely from harms grasp Hawke idealistically hoped that the remainder of the night would pass seamlessly and without incident between them. But the truth was she should have known of the devious and twisted mind which inhabited the body of the cities Knight Commander, the depths she would delve. She had already anticipated the attempted subversion and was already preparing steps to correct it.
While Hawke had her nose buried between her elven lovers spread legs Meredith had raised from her place of rest at the fringes of the room, swiftly taking hold over the young elven girl as a predator would grasp her prey. Meredith tugged and pulled at Oranas skirt, yanking the garment down around her ankles she allowed herself free reigns over all the young girl had to offer her. Meredith’s left hand touched and teased at the young girls lips as she saw fit, suddenly from her unseen right hand emerged from behind her back holding a delicate toy. The toy was a faux phallus made of finely polished wood, hinted with a sweet scent of lavender and rose, secured with fine leather straps to allow it to slip seamlessly around a womans ample waist. With dexterous fingers Meredith secured the exotic device around Oranas waist, tightening the straps to hug snugly around her slim hips. With her hands grasping Oranas waist Meredith gently guided her forwards, it was only when Hawke felt the tip of the faux penis press against her opening that she realised the harsh reality of the situation. The sudden revelation came too late to change events as Orana was forced to slowly push the tip in further, the shaft slowly being drawn in by Hawkes accommodating pussy lips.
Orana began to move back and forth with the command of Meredith’s firm hands, settling into a regular rhythm of thrusts and counter thrusts as she entered and retreated again and again. Hawke continued to lap at her lovers lips, her preoccupation allowed Meredith to manoeuvre silently around the edge of the bed without discovery. Just as Orana pulled herself free in anticipation of another sharp thrust Meredith reached over, clutching Hawkes sides she pulled her aside just as Orana was preparing to deliver another vengeful blow. The resistance suddenly dissipating caused the young girl to stumble forward, the tip of her faux penis burying itself deeply into Merrill’s wet pussy lips. Merrill writhed and turned on the bed, reaching out to clutch a handful of the sheets in her hands as she called out from deep within her throat. Orana began to cry and sob beneath her baited breath, a thinly veiled mutter which threatened to unravel all they had accomplished. Hawke leant forward to press her lips to Oranas to silence her cries. Hawkes free hand reached around to clasp Oranas firm rump in her hand, a small amount of pressure was all that was necessary to encourage Orana forward once again.
Hawke felt Meredith’s hands take hold of her once more, slowly drawing her away until the bond of their lips was broken and Hawke felt herself being pulled backwards into Meredith’s arms. “I can feel you’re wet” Meredith whispered beneath her breath, the fringes of Meredith’s free hand reaching down to caress Hawkes moist slips. “And yet you have barely had the opportunity to indulge in the pleasure of the evening. Did you truly become aroused by hearing me say that word, or was it watching your slave girl pleasure your elven consort which tipped you over the edge?”
Hawke silently watched the two elven women in their bed, one being carried away in a blissful embrace with the other on the verge of tears. Hawke was more surprised by Meredith, by the fact that somehow she could refrain from indulging her pleasures herself in the face of so much primal energy and desire lay out before her.
“You see the power I have, the influence I wield” Meredith whispered in Hawkes ear with a serpent’s tongue. “There is nothing of yours I cannot hold” Meredith’s hands massaged Hawkes shoulders, feeling the tense muscle moving beneath her fingers. “No place is beyond my caress. All that is yours is mine” Meredith’s fingers ran through Hawkes long brown hair. “Your chocolate hair is mine to stroke and play with” her hands moved to touch Hawkes lips. “Your lips are mine to kiss and taste of their sweetness” Meredith’s adventurous fingers descended down Hawkes front, settling atop her well formed breasts. “Your perky nipples are mine to tweak and call to rise as I wish” Meredith’s fingers did linger for long. “And your cunt” Meredith’s fingers caressed Hawkes flat stomach, descending to find their nest betwixt the womans legs. “Is mine to probe and tease as I will” In order to save the ones she loved Hawke had been forced to make her bargain with a demon, and pay the terrible price in honour and truth. Yet now she realised that in order to keep the ruse together her own desires and passions had been neglected and untouched despite the smouldering embers still burning within her. To feel Meredith’s fingers upon her now was fast bringing her to the brink of-
“Brianna” Merrill panted though quivering lips, the sweat born of their love making soaking her flustered cheeks. “I need to see your face” Merrill’s hands reached up to caress the hem of her blindfold. “Let me see your face”
Hawkes heart froze in her chest, she knew she had to react quickly before the truth could be undone. Hawke broke free of Meredith’s grasp, charging forward with her mind ablaze but her feet seeming to move several seconds behind her. She reached the edge of the bed and cast herself forward with all her strength, Merrill’s fingers grasped the hem of her blindfold pulling it free as her eyes began to adjust to the light as she saw the flicker of shadows in front of her.
Hawkes lips pressed against Merrill’s, her blindfold slipping from her hand to fall beside her bed as she embraced her lovers soft touch in kind. The kiss finally ended, the two lovers parted to gaze into eachothers eyes in the wake of their shared union. “You look so beautiful tonight” Merrill dared to plant another kiss on Hawkes lips. “I love you so much”
Merrill collapsed back down onto the bed beside her human lover. “That was amazing; you really are getting better at this. I bet you would make the girls at the Blooming Rose blush”
Hawke looked over onto her back, her eyes scanning in search of any trace of those who came before, not a single sign of them lingered. “You know” the sound of Merrill’s voice trailed softly in the back of her mind. “Maybe next time you could wear the blindfold. Or maybe a cute little serving girl outfit or one of those tight little bodices they have at the-”
“I have to go” Hawke said flatly, quickly clambering off the bed without another word.
“What do you mean?” Merrill asked.
Hawke refused to face her, swiftly gathering her discarded clothing and redressing with haste. “I’m sorry, I can’t explain now, but there is something I have to do”
“Aw” Merrill purred “Can’t it wait? I wanted us to stay and cuddle a little while longer”
Without another word Hawke tied her belt around her waist, grabbing her short blade from her desk and charging out of the room. Merrill lingered on the bed, clutching the sheets to herself as she felt the warm afterglow of their union as she sat in bittersweet silence.
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Hawke moved through the estate with blistering determination, her extended stride allowing her to cover the distance in moments. As she passed the closed door to Oranas room she heard the soft whimpers of a girl whose innocence has been scorned. Hawke yearned to consol the traumatised young girl, help soothe the scars that could never be healed, but she could not afford to delay any longer. Bursting out into the empty street she found the city deafly silently, the biting chill of the night air nipping at her exposed skin. Hawke feared that she had lost her-
“Well I didn’t expect to see you up yet” a voice carried through the silent night. Hawke turned sharply to be met by the sight of the cities Knight Commander Meredith leaning against the wall, a sinister smirk spread across her lips. “I thought you might have had a bit more fun beating your corrupted blood mage lover while your elven slave girl violated her in all manner of unclean ways. Really the sexual deviancy that some nobles will succumb to is unthinkable”
“That was too far” Hawke growled. “It is me you have quarrel with, Orana and Merrill are innocent”
“Oh, I don’t know” Meredith giggled. “You seemed to be enjoying it somewhat yourself and I heard no complaints from your two elven wenches either” Meredith inhaled through her teeth, stretching as the muscles unravelled after a long period of tension. “And I must admit that it proved no bore to observe such lewd acts in the making disguised as genuine affection betwe-”
This would prove the final straw. “Enough!” Meredith’s body snapped rigid, a reaction less from fear or surprise but from an instinctive response to a threat born through decades of military service. “I will not be your slave and I bow to no dictator”
“Some may consider those words a threat, against the Templar Order no less” Meredith cracked a deviant smile across her lips. “A capital offence”
Hawkes eyes narrowed, she felt her hand reaching towards the blade at her belt, but once more she summoned her force of will to stay her hand. Stepping forward she pressed herself to Meredith’s chest, rising to meet the woman eye to eye. “Tread carefully Meredith or you risk awakening the dragon side of me” Merrill had always talked of her ‘Dragon side’, she said that anytime she saw Brianna angry or in pain it was like she was consumed in flames and moved with the speed and ferocity of a dragon. She said it was both beautiful and terrifying in equal measure, Hawke had hoped she would never have to show Merrill that side of her ever again. “I have stayed my hand on many occasions when I would have eagerly ended your life, but there is only so much I am willing to condone. Should any harm come to any of my companions I shall personally see the Chantry burned to the ground with you at its blazing heart” With her peace made Hawke turned at her heel and re-entered the estate, leaving Meredith standing in the street in bitter silence.
“Mistress” from the shadows emerged a figure dressed in flowing black robes which allowed them to meld seamlessly with the dark places of the city, Hawke had clearly been too blind with rage to take any notice of them. “Are you all right?” the observer pulled back the hood of their cloak. “She had no right to address you as she did” they glanced towards the door of the Hawke estate as if expecting Hawke to return and make good on her threats. “May I humbly request your blessing to enact the solution?”
“No, Elsa” Meredith replied, neglecting to face her assistant. “Though Hawke may be proving more trouble than she is worth killing her now would only make her a Martyr, bring more to the attention of the apostates” Meredith was quick to change the subject of the conversation. “How goes the research on the item?”
“Mistress, the Templar weapon smiths have melted down the idol procured from the dwarf and are forging it into a weapon fit only to be wielded in your service. They have said the lyrium material is like no other they have ever seen before, soft and malleable and yet strong and unyielding. They called it, beautiful”
Meredith appeared oblivious to her words. “Hawke has other family in the city correct?”
“Yes Mistress. After the death of her mother and brother her only remaining family is her uncle living in Lowtown and her Mage sister currently within the Circle”
“A sister?” Meredith’s mood seemed to lighten. “I am sure her sister must be devastated by the death of her mother, perhaps I shall give her my personal condolences”
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Brianna returned to her bedchambers with a heavy heart and bitter taste in her mouth to find Merrill curled up amongst the tangled sheets softly cooing in her sleep. Hawke carefully sat down on the edge of the bed so as not to disturb the slumbering beauty. Gently reaching out she ran the tips of her fingers across Merrill’s bare side, she looked she calm as she slept, so innocent, which made the burden of her deceit all the more difficult to bear. Hawke could not believe that Merrill had not become aware of her deception, Merrill may have been a young naïve girl but she was not blind, she above any other s knew the darkest depths of the word they lived in.
There was no way she could continue on like this, and with her submission to Meredith cast aside there was no obligation for her to offer mercy or pardon against those who had chosen to defy her. It would prove near impossible to keep the secret hidden for long and better that she hears the truth from her than from the tainted lips of the woman whose depravity had shattered the virtue of those innocents caught in her path. If only she had done what she knew was necessary all this could have-
“Rawr!” Merrill suddenly leapt from seeming unconsciousness to wrap her arms tightly around Brianna’s shoulders, lacking the will to resist Brianna could do little but submit as Merrill began to playfully nibble at the nape of her neck. “I’m a Mabari War Hound and I going to devour you little Hare” truly the energy of this girl was inexhaustible. “You thought you could outrun me but…” Hawke remained silent to Merrill’s game. “What’s wrong?” Merrill asked, her uncharacteristically serious tone demonstrated that she knew something was amiss, there was little that could be done to conceal it from her now and she could bear the burden no longer.
“Merrill” Hawke looked her lover in her deep green eyes, her shining sea, she looked so beautiful. “There is something I need to tell you”
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Days had come and passed since the night of the Knight Commanders unexpected visitation and Hawke had boldly defied her Templar master and cast her out into the night with a promise that she would defend her family and her companions with the bladed edge of her Greatsword. The fact that the Hawke Estate had survived this long without a battalion of Templar Knights breaking down their door in retribution could only be a fortuitous sign of their continued survival. But even as the physical threat had been kept at bay the psychological inflictions were not so easily overcome.
After her heartfelt confession Merrill had admitted that she had known of Meredith’s presence from the beginning, she had maintained the deception to save them both from the Knight Commanders iron fist. She had accepted her partner’s actions with a love and dedication Hawke doubted that she had ever deserved from her, she had accepted it because she knew that Brianna had done everything for her. Orana however remained in a far more fragile state than Hawke had ever anticipated. It turned out she had been instructed by Meredith to prepare fruit for her mistress and bring it to her in their chambers but when face with the sight of Hawke and Merrill Meredith had taken advantage of her vulnerability to satisfy her own twisted desires. With no other choice in the matter she found herself easily taken in by Meredith’s threats of violence and imprisonment, she finally submitted to her demands. Only time would tell if such trauma could ever be recovered from.
Hawke walked into her personal chambers alone. Sitting at her desk she held her head in her hands, this tranquil moment of silent contemplation the only time she had been finally able to piece together the events of the past few days. The lies, deceit and the torment, it was almost too great for a single person to bear. Finally Hawke glanced up and saw the pile of letters stacked in the corner of her desk. Forcing her arm from her side she reached over to pluck one from the pile, seeing the insignia drawn on the seal forced her to hastily tear open the letter and read over the contents.
My dear sister,
They told me it would be permissible if I sent you a note, to tell you I’m doing well here. Are you still well? After all the things that have happened I can’t help but worry about what you’re getting yourself into these days. You always were the more adventurous one, even when we were children.
Amelia, you remember the girl who lived next door to us in Lothering? Came to me one day that we might be able to return there someday, I always hoped we would. To remember those times before we came to Kirkwall, such joyful times. Me, you and Amelia would play hide and seek in the rocks by the river at the base of the windmill. She would always be easy to spot with her long blonde hair amongst the green grass, I miss those days. Did you ever hear if she or her sister made it to safety before the Darkspawn came? Terrible memories of those monsters still haunt me, Carver, poor Carver. Things that came from the depths of the void to take our brother from us, what Maker would allow that? To see him here today, that’s all I ever wanted since coming here. Me, you and mother made it to safety at least; we can take some comfort in that.
She would have been so proud to see you today. Is Uncle Gamlen still in good health? Planning to try and resell the family home again I bet, if he keeps this up we’ll end up living back in Gamlens house down in the docks. To end up back on the street working for Athenril again, we already gave three years of our life working for that mercenary group; I could not let that happen to you again. Attack against the city was a bold strategy by the Qunari; the political shift has changed the face of things from what we once knew. The city has become a dangerous place; I don’t think I can go back. Chantry is where I belong now, where it’s safe.
Please look after yourself. Stop worrying about mother. Her spirit lives on in us always, just have a little faith.
Bethany
Hawke dared herself to reread the note again and again, hoping that she had not misread it or seen meaning behind empty words, tragically the sentiments proved truthful. Hawke crumpled the letter in her hand, casting it aside onto the desk she rose sharply to her feet and stormed across the room. With practiced efficiency born through years of rehearsal and refinement she swiftly equipped her weapons and armour to herself, checking and rechecking every strap and every belt before charging out of the estate.
She was going to kill Meredith.
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