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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 5: The Hawke and the Smuggler
**********The evening after the night Meredith departed the Hawke Estate**********
“I have a situation” Meredith said. “I believe you could be of assistance”
Feet rose from the shadows cast from the overhanging chandelier onto the far end of the solid oak table which spanned several places separating them; Meredith overlooked the insult given the task at hand. “You are familiar with the family of Hawke. You were close?” Meredith’s hand subtly snaked beneath the lip of the table.
“For a time”
“Then you know what it is that I wish of you” Meredith replied.
“Perhaps, but why come to me? You command the military of an entire city, click your fingers and your toy soldiers will rise to do your bidding”
Meredith leant back in her chair. The human apostate Evelina shuffled out from beneath the table to rise to her feet beside her mistress, her bare body glistening with sweat as she licked her lips clean of the remains of her mistresses’ pleasure. Meredith reached her hand up to her exposed breast to tease herself onto the edge, leaning over Meredith whispered in Evelinas ear. Without a word Evelina drifted into the shadows and returned with the requested item held between her hands.
“I am afraid this is a task of a sensitive mature that is beyond the abilities of the Templar Order” Meredith said.
Evelina knelt behind her Mistress, Meredith raising herself from her chair she revealed that she had indeed lay bare for the full duration of their meeting. Evelina caressed her hands up the length of Meredith’s sculpted legs as she trailed her way upwards towards her hips. Slipping the leather straps around her waist and securing them with a sharp yank of the straps, her long fingers reached forward to caress the elegant shaft which emerged ahead of her.
Meredith snapped her fingers and pointed towards the table before her. Evelina obediently laid her back down on the head of the table and spread her legs invitingly to Meredith’s hungry approach like a well domesticated pet. Meredith pressed herself forward to pierce her outer lips.
“What did you have in mind?”
“The older Hawke has strayed beyond her boundary. So now it falls to us to return her to the fold” Meredith punctuated each of her final words with an unapologetic thrust. “This will require your unique skill set”
“You’re saying you want the older one dealt with?”
“No” Meredith replied sharply. “The oldest is not to be harmed; our focus is to remain on the younger”
“You know that she will not stand for this. She will know you were responsible, she will not hesitate to seek revenge”
“That is not your concern” Meredith replied. “You only need to complete the task as I have directed”
“My concern or not, this will still cost you”
“I assure you that payment for services rendered shall not be an issue” Meredith snapped her fingers, summoning her attendant to her side Evelina handed her a satchel of coin. Meredith hefted the bag in her free hand before casting it to slide down the length of the table.
A hand reached out to pluck the bag of sovereigns as it slid past, they tested the weight of the coins in her hand. “I think I have just what you’re looking for”
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The grand wooden door swung open on its rusted hinges, creaking with the strain of metal scraping against metal. A figure draped in the flowing blue robes of the Circle stepped into the grand hall of the Circle Library, the soft tap of their boots against the carpeted floor, their features concealed beneath the shadow of a hood.
The woman had been debating whether she should have met her here or in her quarters. She could have hurt the young girl where she felt she was safest and secure; this was a false goal which would only serve to force her away from the safe security of the Circle. The library was the perfect place, open, public, and the single place beyond her room where she had spent any significant time since coming to the Circle.
Stepping into the centre of the library she found herself in a sea of desks at which mages and magic users of varying ages and experience studied to control their cursed practices beneath the watchful gaze of the Knights Templars standing guard at the edge of the room. The woman took her seat at the desk across from another young woman, an alchemetical textbook laid out on the table before her. The student brushed a long brown strand of hair from her eyes, reaching over to take another sip of water from her cup before setting it down at the edge of the desk. “I know who you are” the woman’s eyes never drifted from the text before her eyes. “Knight Commander”
The visitor sighed beneath her breath. “Well, then I guess there is little reason to maintain the charade any longer” Meredith rapped her knuckles against the solid wood surface of the table, the sharp sound reverberating through the cavernous room.
At the unspoken command the Templar Knights standing guard around the perimeter of the library reached for the hilt of their sheathed swords with a thunderous crash of armour striking plates. In perfect order the few other mages studying within the room wordlessly rose from their chairs and departed the library in a timely hurry, their Templar guards following in step to leave the once bustling library in solemn silence.
“There” with a single flutter of her fingers she cast the hood of her robes back over her shoulders, allowing her blonde hair to spill out. “Now we may speak freely”
“About what?” Bethany asked
“Whatever you wish” Meredith replied.
“My sister perhaps?” Bethany inquired; a momentarily unsettled crease emerged across Meredith’s cheeks. “Your grip is not as all consuming as you may believe. Despite your censorship we still hear of events beyond the Circle”
“Indeed” Meredith replied. “It seems your older sister has become one of the most influential members within the city, I’m sure she would make your mother proud”
“May her spirit rest in peace knowing her daughter is fighting to keep the city safe from harm” Bethany replied. “And what may she say of her other daughter? Or of her son who sacrificed his life to save his mother and his sisters”
“Indeed” Meredith said. “Your mother must be proud of all her children as she takes her place at the Makers side, free of the taints which corrupt this world”
“And yet there are those who continue to willingly embrace their taint”
“Indeed, those who do not realise the dangers they pose to the world around them” Meredith idly trailed her fingers across the surface of the desk. “I believe your mother was among those to fall victim to the harsh touch of an apostate mage”
To hear Meredith talk of her mother so soon after her death was heartbreaking, and it was all she could bare to take. “Knight Commander, it has been a pleasure meeting with you” Bethany placed her hands on the desk as she rose herself to her feet. “But I am afraid this is where I must take my leave. Good day”
With her final peace made Bethany raised herself to her feet and without a moment’s hesitation she departed towards the entrance of the library.
I wouldn’t take another step if I were you.
Bethany stopped in her step. Looking back over her shoulder she saw another dressed in the flowing blue robes of the Chanters Circle. The figure reached up to cast the hood of their robes with an elegant flutter. “It’s been a long time cutie”
She knew this person, a leader of a band of elven smugglers who had secured her family’s safe passage into the city in exchange of the services of Bethany and her sister for the first year. “Athenril, did the Knight Commander bring you here to kill me?”
“I am wounded; on the contrary I’m going to allow you to walk straight out the door if that is what you wish. But just be aware that if you do you will permanently lose all your magical abilities by the time you reach your quarters”
The thinly veiled threat swiftly silenced her beating heart for the briefest of moments.
“You’re wondering what I mean? Well I changed your water for a special little brew made specifically to combat you pesky magic users. It’s completely colourless, odourless and tasteless; frankly it’s almost impossible to tell the difference between this and water” Bethany was silently stunned by the frank admittance. “Oh don’t worry it won’t kill you outright” the reassurance fell flat. “All it does is dampen your magical abilities to the point where you can no longer complete your little incantations. It affects your, uh, Mana, essence, whatever it is you people use, and turns it into a poison in your body making you impotent to all of your magic abilities”
Bethany had read a text referencing a poison whose affects bore a remarkable resemblance to what she had just described. It was a poison created exclusively by a dedicated sect of the Templar order, due to the rarity of the ingredients and specialist skill required to craft the poison its existence was not common knowledge. Not so much considered a secret as merely obscure, a chemical tranquillity.
“I wouldn’t test it mind you” Athenril drew her attention back to her. “They say that using magic while the poison is in your system only makes things worse, something about boiling yourself from the inside out”
The more she heard about it the more futile any attempts at resistance appeared. “Then how do I...”
“You’ll be happy to know that I have some of the antidote right here” Athenril reached into the pocket of her robes and drew out a single vial of royal blue liquid. “It is yours if you wish it”
“For what price?” Bethany dared to ask.
“Well that’s not particularly grateful” Athenril said with a spiked tongue. “If you were dying in the desert and someone offered you water I suspect you would ask where it came from”
“Tsk tsk, how did you ever grow to be so suspicious?”
“My uncle selling my sister and I into slavery may have instilled some sense of caution in me”
Athenril shook her head. “It’s here if you want it. All you have to do is step forward and take it”
Bethany knew that any attempt at trusting this woman by offering her hand would likely only end with the foxes teeth around her wrist. Yet perhaps the truth was that a year of service working together would actually hold some weight.
Bethany dared to take a cautious step forward towards the offering. When no divine retributions emerged to strike her down she dared another cautious step forward. Raising her hand from her side her finger tips grazed the cold glass only to have it snatched from her grasp before she could touch it.
In a single motion Athenril raised the vial to her lips and gulped down its contents with a coy smile creasing her lips. “Whoopsie” Athenril giggled with child like glee. “Sorry about that. It’s pretty potent stuff mind you” a sinister smirk crept onto her lips. “Perhaps there is still a chance you could get some of the antidote from another ‘source’” Athenril licked her lips deviously suggestively.
Bethany remained silently defiant in the face of ever growing state of dismay lingering between them. “You cannot be serious”
Athenril shrugged dismissively. “Well if you don’t want it then by all means-”
Bethany quickly swallowed her pride and stepped forward to embrace Athenril tightly in her arms. “I and my sister served you” Bethany stared at the elf with fire in her eyes. “We each gave a year of our lives to you and this is how you treat us in return”
“It’s just business cutie” Athenril held Bethany’s cheeks in her hands. “Meredith promised me a taste of you in repayment for my assistance”
“I did not know that your honour could be bought so cheaply, I wonder why you did not simply take me when I was in your service”
“Don’t you know that workplace romances never work out?” Athenril sneered.
With her pride caught in her throat Bethany dared herself to press her lips to Athenril in an exchange of tender embraces. Although there was no calm serenity or fiery passions behind her kiss the physical contact between the two bodies elicited some primal sparks of ecstasy passing between them. Bethany felt the touch of an explorative tongue touching and probing at any area she dare find.
Athenril was first to part their contested lips. “Hmm, tasty” she mused, licking her lips with quizzical curiosity. “Now that’s taken care of” Athenril patted the back of an empty seat. “Why don’t you come sit down here cutie?”
Bethany stepped forward with uncertain feet as she descended into the offered seat. Athenril reached out to rub and caress her shoulders in an effort to relieve the build up of tension which engulfed her shoulders. “Just relax” Athenril whispered in her ear.
"I won’t help you” Bethany said resolutely.
“With what will you not help me?” Meredith asked with a cocked head like a Mabari bemused at a new trick.
“I will not help you hunt my sister” Bethany reiterated with a forceful tongue.
“When did I ever ask you to work against her?” Meredith asked.
“You know” Athenril interrupted. “I think that dose I gave you would only be enough to stave off the poison for a few more hours. I would say at least one more will be needed to keep the taint at bay”
Bethany shook her head in utter disbelief and contempt. “I cannot believe it”
“You could always just walk out right now if you wish” Athenril stepped aside, holding her arm out invitingly. “Take your chances”
Bethany remained shore footed in the face of an offer of retreat, she knew in her heart that no matter how difficult the situation became she would not waver and she would not surrender in the face of intimidation.
“I’ll take your steadfast refusal to take the easy way out of the situation as a yes” Athenril accepted Bethany’s silent willingness with an unsettlingly gleeful smile.
“I believe what you require is concealed somewhere upon the person of our dear Knight Commander” Athenril sat herself down upon a s seat, raising her feet up onto the table she tipped herself back with hands clasped behind her head. “You need to do the searching yourself”
“How do I know that that you are not lying to me?” Bethany asked with a spiked tongue.
“You don’t” Athenril replied flatly.
Bethany lingered in front of Meredith, looking her up and down as a suitor assessing their bride.
“Alright” Athenril clapped her hands together as she stepped down from her position. “As a gesture of good faith, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not in her robes” Athenril stepped behind Meredith. “So I guess that means we can get rid of these”
Athenrils long fingers reached forward across Meredith’s front to clutch the two halves of Meredith’s robes, pulling them apart to reveal that the Knight Commander truly was wearing no clothes. The long flowing blue robes spilled down over her athletic frame and ample bosom to pool at her feet. All throughout this Meredith stood unwavering and silent as the world moved around her. It seemed strange for her to willingly relinquish control to another-
“I have to admit” Meredith’s voice finally awoke from slumber. “There is a certain illicit thrill in relinquishing control, allowing another to dictate terms” Meredith looked back over her shoulder, reaching her hand up she caressed Athenrils chin resting upon her shoulder. Meredith leant back to accept Athenrils lips into her own with a feline purr. Athenril’s hands slipped beneath Meredith’s arms to cup the mounds of Meredith’s chest in her hands, eliciting a soft moan from her partner as she played and toyed with Meredith’s engorged nipples as she wished. The elves agile hands caressed, squeezed and savoured Meredith’s chest as she wished, enjoying the weight and soft malleability held within her fingers.
Athenril released Meredith’s right bosom. The Knight Commander quickly raised her hand to her breast in a desperate effort to maintain the warm embrace welling within her bosom. Athenrils free hand beckoned Bethany to her with a coy finger. Her hands quickly return their attentions Meredith, but not in a way she may have wished. Athenrils hands, rather than reaching up to resume her administrations upon her heaving chest, reached up to clasp Meredith’s wrists in her hands and pull them back tightly against her shoulders.
Bethany knelt in front of Meredith, Athenril felt Meredith’s hands instinctively resisting against constraint. “One other thing” Athenril sneered. “You have to search with your tongue”
Bethany leant forward, carefully placing the tip of her tongue to the nape of Meredith’s neck, feeling the warmth radiating from her. Bethany dared a sensual lick up the side of Meredith’s neck, eliciting a cusped breath from the woman. Bethany’s tongue cautiously began its descent downwards. “Warmer” Athenril smirked with a cat like grin. Bethany’s tongue dared an unexpected diversion across Meredith’s chest towards her engorged nipple, licking and sucking to bring the sensitive nub to erection. The unanticipated caress elicited a soft coo from the generally stoic commander of the Knights Templar.
“Cooler” Athenril announced.
An unexpected result to say the least. Bethany obediently returned her explorative tongue to the centre of Meredith’s chest and resumed her descent down her flat stomach. She knew in her heart where she was heading.
“Warmer” Athenriels voice confirmed her suspicions as she continued her descent across Meredith’s flat stomach she felt the warmth rising from below to wash over-
Bethany felt hands reach across her shoulders and down to her chest. Bethany leapt back as she felt the joint of her Mage robes, she turned back to face Athenril with piercing eyes.
“What?” Athenril asked. “I just thought I’d help you get a little more comfortable” Bethany remained silent. “Ah, she’s self conscious”
Athenril stepped back, reaching up to hold the clasp of her robes betwixt her fingers. “Very well, I’ll go first”
Athenril released the tie of her robes allowing them to freely cascade across her athletic frame, revealing the tight red and black corset beneath. She began to realise that these two had clearly entered into this arrangement with the intention of reaching this moment. Meredith’s sculpted body and ample chest were juxtaposition to Athenrils lithe and elegant physique.
“I think it’s her opportunity to feel a little of your warmth” Meredith spoke. Rising from her knees Meredith loomed over them, clutching Bethany’s shoulders she turned Bethany to face her former elven employer. Athenriels long fingers crept down her front to tickle and tease at any point of soft flesh she could reach. Her fingers came to rest at the seams where the base of her underwear met her pale white thighs. Athenrils fingers slipped beneath the trim of her underwear, revealing the bright red, shaven lips which shared a remarkable resemblance to the insignia of the Blooming Rose.
Meredith pressed herself against Bethany’s back forcing Bethany forward with her weight, feeling the warmth of her bare body radiating through her thin clothing. Meredith leant forward; Bethany knew where her imposed duty lay. Bethany pressed her lips to Athenriels pussy, savouring the sweet tastes of the woman’s elven nectar as it washed over her tounge.
Athenrils thighs closed tightly around Bethany’s head, pressing her from all sides into Athenrils lips. Athenril began to coo softly beneath her breath, reaching up with her right hand to pass her fingers through Bethany’s raven black hair. Athenril combed her fingers through Bethany’s hair, enjoying the silky smoothness as her fingers glided effortlessly across her crown.
Athenril reached up to clutch her covered breast beneath her corset, patting and caressing at the pert nipple which dared to rise to attention from beneath the form fitting fabric. Athenril looked up and nodded to Meredith, unable to relinquish her hands for even the briefest moments.
Meredith crept forward while Bethany remained consumed with her attentions towards Athenril; clutching Bethany’s shoulders in her hands she pressed her face to the scruff of Bethany’s robes. Biting the soft fabric between her teeth Meredith yanked Bethany’s robes from her shoulders to reveal the girls ample bust.
“You’re doing rather well” Athenril said. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Athenril sniggered. “A little more searching and you’ll have all that you desire”
“I thought you said the antidote was on Meredith”
“Well, it is and it isn’t” Athenril said coyly. “Only once you have performed a service for our dear knight commander will the antidote reveal itself” Bethany knew that she was close to revealing the antidote if only she-
Whilst she had been pre-occupied with Athenril Meredith had retrieved an object from amongst her discarded clothing. It closely resembled something Varric had ‘gifted’ for her sister after Merrill moved in as something of a corrupted engagement present. Two opposing shafts glowing with a dim blue light held together with a collection of leather straps and buckles. Bethany recognised the glow as a creation of Lyrium. The fact that she was willing to desecrate this sacred place through the use of magic, especially for such deviant purposes showed her callous disregard for the ideals she was tasked to uphold. Without a word Meredith clasped the phallus in her hands as she inserted it into herself with a soft moan, securing the straps tightly around her waist.
“This is quite the interesting piece of equipment” Athenril smiled. “It is tied to the dear Knight Commanders nervous system. Only once she reaches the point of climax I will reveal the antidote. So if you want the antidote” Athenril held the shaft of the toy in her hands, sending a pleasurable tremor reeling through Meredith’s body. “This has to go in you”
Bethany fought to stay her tongue at the sheer audacity of Athenrils latest proposition to defame herself at the hands of her Templar master. Bethany felt Athenrils lithe and elegant hands on her shoulders. “Feel free to wet it a little if you want”
Bethany sat kneeling in front of Meredith, staring at the size and shape of the task which lay before her. In her youth she had envisioned a single final act of defiance in the face of Templar oppression, a single spark which would ignite an uprising against those who schemed to contain them. The reality was a stark contrast in which Bethany found herself swallowing her pride she willingly bowed herself to the will of the Knight Commander.
Bethany leant forward and kissed the engorged tip of the false phallus, planting a soft array of kisses across the very end. Initial contact established Bethany advanced and retreated again and again, consuming more and more of the length with each pass. Her limit was found as her lips reached the halfway mark.
While Bethany had expected the Knight Commander to force her to linger upon the cusp of her limit, instead she chose to have her drawn away with a wet pop. The supposed mercy was short lived however as Bethany quickly found herself thrust onto her back and spread eagle across the floor of the Circle library. Meredith crept atop her younger prey like a proud Mabari Warhound preparing to savour its freshly caught prey. She felt the woman’s breath caress her face, the warm caress of another’s voice as she whispered the tainted mimicry of sweet nothings into her ear. Meredith pierced Bethany’s outer lips with an adventurous press of her hips, releasing the looming tension with a single motion she thrust herself forward to bury her phallus into Bethany’s accommodating lips.
Athenril eagerly sat watching the proceedings with vested interest, gently teasing her engorged nipples with one hand whilst her other hand descended down her front to bury her hands between her legs and tease at her exposed lips. However quickly she found herself unable to satiate her lust of her own accord, she quickly began to take on a more personal role once more.
Athenril loomed over the young girl; reaching down with a free hand she ruffled the girls raven black locks between her fingers. Athenril pressed the girls face to her drizzling lips, goading the young mage into sating her ever growing lust with her tongue. Bethany willingly complied, sticking her tongue out to caress with her tongue. Bethany willingly complied, sticking her tongue out to caress up and down Athenrils puckered lips, kissing and swishing across the elves lips before her. The three of them felt their pleasure simmering, their moans rising in concert as they neared their approaching climax. Their pleasure reached its peak in unison, Bethany fell to the floor panting through quivering lips as the pleasure washed over her.
Bethany felt any remaining strength seep from her limbs, her body falling limp onto the floor in a heap. Her heart raged in her chest and her breath rapidly drawing in as much air as she could in a desperate effort to remain lucid. When she felt the hands caress upon her body she thought they were a mere illusion, a figment of a corrupted imagination and failed to take notice. Reaching over the hands drew her arms behind her back, the harsh kiss of rope rubbing against her bare skin.
“What are...” she forced the question past her lips. “What are you doing?”
“Play along” Athenrils soft voice reassured her. “I enjoy being a little kinky. Just think of it as a scene from Reservoir Mabari” Athenril pulled on the knot tightly, ensuring the line was secure.
Athenril stood without a word, stepping across the library in silence she pulled out a concealed bag from behind the bookshelf. Bethany’s mind ran wild with imagination and thought of what fresh perversions Athenril had devised now. Athenril pulled open the bag, revealing a collection of elven armour and weaponry. Bethany watched in silence as Athenril redressed without a word.
“What about the antidote?” Bethany asked through quivering lips.
Athenril secured the final strap of her armour around her waist, a trickster’s smile creasing her lips. The mask of illusion was shattered, Athenril knew the facade could no longer be maintained and burst into a low chuckle.
“The truth is I’ve been a very bad girl” Athenril bowed her head and smiled through clenched teeth. “Remember when I said how it was impossible to tell the difference between the poison and regular water? Well the truth is it is rather a double edged sword”
The realisation struck Bethany into silence.
“Yeah, you’ve actually been able to use your little magic tricks to break free ever since we started this” Athenril chuckled.
Rage overtook confusion; Bethany instinctively thrust herself out in preparation to launch a salvo of fire-
Her bound wrists bit against the rough rope, the harsh reality of her situation returning to her.
“You see” Athenril smiled devilishly. “Just feed a little doubt into the mind and it creates its own reality”
“How could you do this?” Bethany spat.
“I offered you your freedom so many times, and yet you choose to refuse it” Athenril said snidely.
“I and my sister trusted you” Bethany growled, straining fruitless against her restraints.
“I do trust you. I just didn’t want you fire balling me before I had a chance to take my leave” Athenril turned to Meredith. “Knight Commander, it’s been a pleasure” Athenril gave a mock bow to the Templar Knight. “And with all respects, I sincerely pray to the Dread Wolf that are paths should never cross again”
Athenril swiftly turned on her heel and departed the library without the utterance of another word, leaving Bethany and Meredith in the cavernous room.
Bethany felt a twinge of despair that she could have been deceived, perhaps deep inside she had known of the deception since it had begun.
“It seems that it is just us now, little one” Meredith whispered, kneeling down beside her bound captive.
Even in her darkest moment, as she could feel the weight of the world descending upon her shoulders Bethany remained defiant to the very end. “Do you plan to kill me now?” she dared ask.
“Fear not little one” Meredith caressed her fingers across Bethany’s cheek as she would comfort a child even as the glint of a pointed dagger emerged in her other hand. “I have a plan for you”
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