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The Night of the Hawke	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 20086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Hawke and the Elf

Her heart raced wildly in her chest, the young girls Elven mind was wracked with panic and her feet refused to remain planted to the soft carpeted floor spread beneath her soleless shoes. She continued to pace backwards and forwards, the unfamiliarity of her plush surroundings ensuring that the country Dalish elf remained ever more on edge.

“Ugh” Merrill groaned, she clasped her palms over her face, shielding her sensitive eyes from the light of the candles scattered around the room bathing the room in a warm, serene glow. “Have I made a mistake? By the dread wolf, what would she say? What if she-”

“Merrill?” a confident voice broke the looming silence, freezing Merrill in mid-step. The stunned elf silently lifted her face from her cupped palms, turning to acknowledge the source of the voice. A figure stood in the doorway, a tall woman dressed in the simple yet elegant clothes of a Hightown noble, the master of the estate, Brianna Hawke.

“Oh thank goodness you are here” Merrill stepped forward to greet her visitor. “I thought you had gone to the Hanged Man” Merrill stepped wistfully to the side, her gaze floating across the room. “And I almost went there to look for you first but then I thought you’d gone to see your uncle instead...” Merrill slowly trailed off, her head lowering in quiet submission, eventually she raised her head with bashful gaze. “And I am rambling aren’t I?”

Hawke simply smiled sweetly back at her. “I don’t mind, you are adorable when you are flustered”

“After you left I...” Merrill trailed off, searching her frantic mind for the correct words. “I could not stop thinking about Pal and the mirror and everything that has happened. I wonder if I made a mistake, leaving the Dalish”

“You are just feeling homesick, don’t second guess yourself” Hawke reassured her Elven companion.

“I suppose if I hadn’t left my people I never would have met you. I am not like you, and I wish that I were” Merrill smiled bashfully, always someone who could see the bright side of any situation. “You are beautiful and clever and you never make any mistakes and I... I do not deserve you”

“Of course you do, it is I who does not deserve someone like you” Brianna could not deny the influence Merrill had been to her over the past few years since Hawke had accepted her into her group.

“I have made a mess of things, I know that” Merrill’s gaze lowered, her fingers intertwining together in her nervous habit. “It is foolish of me to even dream that you might...”

“You do not have to dream about it” Hawke stepped forward, taking Merrill’s chin in her long fingers. “It is alright” Hawke leant forward, gliding her lips towards Merrill’s, their lips met in an explosive flurry of warm human passion and serene, magical Dalish influence.

Brianna finally shattered the embrace, the cold touch of the night air cascading over her lips in the absence of Merrill’s warm touch. Merrill held Hawke’s hands in her delicate fingers, raising her hands from her sides Merrill gently began to tug, pulling her companion towards the bed behind them. Merrill’s knees caught on the edge of the bed, the joint collapsing in upon themselves and pulling her companion down on top of her. Merrill bounced as she impacted the soft mattress, their two bodies pressing warmly together, the lovers giggling sweetly as their legs became entangled at the end of the bed.

Savouring the momentum Hawke lips pounced atop Merrill’s, the two of them quickly becoming enveloped in the intense passion of their shared kiss. Hawke could feel the gentle touch of Merrill’s tongue slowly slipping past her lips and into the warm alcove of her partners waiting mouth. Hawke clashed her tongue against Merrill’s, warm human power struck serene Elven magic. The two of them collided in a duel of pleasure, Hawke had reach, but Merrill had flexibility. In the end both proved too difficult for either party to overcome, instead they retreated from the kiss, each of them grasping for much needed breaths.

Hawke smiled down at her Dalish counterpart, Merrill returning the warm gesture. “The human noble, rising from obscurity to become a powerful force in the contested city of Kirkwall” Merrill spoke in a wistful voice. “And as she fights demons, bandits and corrupt city officials at her side stands her Dalish sorcerer. Cast aside by her own people and thrust into the underworld of an unforgiving city the secret Blood Mage seeks comfort in the arms of her fearless leader” Merrill leant forward, nuzzling her nose against Hawkes. “And her love is well returned”

Hawke giggled sweetly. “Sounds like one of Varrics fantasy novels” Hawke placed her lips to Merrill’s ear. “And I think we both know how they always end”

Merrill giggled in the sweet, innocent way that she did. “Well...” Merrill clasped her palms across Hawkes sides, her long fingers massaging the tense muscles beneath her skin. “Maybe this could be one of Varrics novels?”

“What are you thinking?” Merrill asked naively.

“I don’t know. What are you thinking I was thinking?” Hawke responded with another question.

“I don’t know what I was thinking you were thinking” Merrill replied, the cycle of banter spiralling ever deeper and becoming ever harder to maintain. Merrill ran her finger tips across the length of Hawkes bicep. “My imagination is a little dry” Merrill giggled. “Maybe you could show me what you mean?”

A devious smile grew across Hawkes naturally pink lips. “I think I can arrange that” Brianna rose into a crouch beside her Elven mage, dancing her shoulders in a seductively devious movement, enticing Merrill’s wandering gaze. Brianna lowered herself into a panther crouch on the bed over her elven companion, her fingers snaking their way across Merrill’s stomach as Briannas adventurous hands descended ever further down Merrill’s chest. Briannas hands snaked along the length of Merrill’s creamy thighs, the humans finger tips grazing daringly close to Merrill’s covered centre, but for now the human did not dare to intrude upon such hallowed ground. Instead Hawke allowed her fingers to continue down the length of Merrill’s thighs, finally breaking the soft contact between Hawkes finger tips and Merrill’s covered skin. “Maybe a little disrobing first to entice you” Hawke suggested with a soft giggle.

Brianna stepped back, slipping off of the bed entirely her feet touched the floor as she glided serenely across the space between them, her gaze never faltering from Merrill’s until Hawke turned on her heel, placing her back to her elven partner. Hawke traced the tip of her fingers up along the sides of her stomach, feeling the soft material running beneath the touch of her skin. Brianna hooked her finger tips beneath the rim of her sand brown top, slowly trailing the material up across her stomach to reveal another slither of pale white skin with each gentle pull.

Hawke began to feel the creeping taint of hesitation seeping into her, the touch of eyes burning into her back. During her youth she had enjoyed her fair share of physical relationships, and had felt few reservations about disrobing before her partners before. However things felt different with Merrill, of course they had both seen eachother laid bare whilst treating eachothers wounds and injuries incurred in battle, but that was an entirely different context.

Hawke steeled herself; holding the rim of her blouse tightly in her hands she began to draw it further upwards. Hawke dared to glance back over her shoulder to meet Merrill’s gaze, what greeted her was surprising. Merrill was crouched on all fours atop the bed, her head cocked to one side inquisitively like Shadow, Hawkes Mabari War hound, staring at the exotic array of birds which perched on the balcony each morning. Merrill even had the same blank, consumed deep in thought, expression.

“Merrill” Hawke asked, releasing Merrill from her serene trance. “What are you doing?”

Merrill maintained her peculiar stance. “Isabella told me that if you stare at your families crest from the side you can see something hidden inside of it” Merrill’s features scrunched up like the folds of Shadows loose skin. “I can’t really see much though”

Brianna rolled her eyes. “Oh Isabella” Brianna knew that it would fall to her to set her naive companion straight on a few such issues. Brianna bit her lip and snapped herself around sharply, swiftly yanking her blouse up over the gentle mound of her bust she held her chest out freely for Merrill’s eyes to savour. “See anything you like now?”

Merrill flopped to the side unceremoniously onto the bed, the act failed to instil Brianna with confidence in her appearance. “Yeah” the word wistfully cascaded past Merrill’s lips. “Very nice things in fact”

A sweet smile formed across her lips, her wavering confidence instilled by Merrill’s words as she threw her first article of clothing of the night aside. Brianna reached down and slipped off her boots, discarding them into an unimportant corner of the spacious room. Raising herself straight she ran the tips of her fingers across her exposed legs towards the hem of her skirt, her finger tips caught beneath the hem of her skirt and drawing the fabric up to reveal a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath before her skirt slipped from her loose grip and fluttered back into place. Brianna’s fingers continued their ascent upwards until they reached the belt of her knee length skirt. Brianna hooked her finger tips beneath the lip of her skirt, slowly beginning to draw the material down across her sculpted thighs.

Briannas skirt began to gain momentum, its descent now irreversible as it passed the threshold of her knees, eventually landing at Brianna’s feet. Brianna stepped out of her skirt, only her top draped loosely across her shoulders and her modest underwear concealing her intimate areas against wandering eyes. Brianna gripped the sides of her top, drawing the separate halves wide like a phoenix spreading its magnificent wings. Brianna fluttered her ‘wings’ like a gentle breeze, drawing Merrill’s gaze with her tantalising display of alluring dancing. Brianna allowed her top to slip from her shoulders, the light fabric flowing seamlessly across her shoulders and down her back to flutter to the floor.

Brianna stood before her elven partner, bare from the waist upwards, strong and silent in the face of Merrill’s devious eyes caressing her naked skin. Brianna rapidly leapt into motion, charging forward she leapt into the air as though she were a predator preparing to tear at her prey. Briannas ravenous hands scurried across Merrill’s covered front, feeling the soft material form and move beneath her finger tips. Briannas hands descended down her flat Elven stomach, Briannas fingers hooking beneath Merrill’s tights, pawing and wrestling the rebellious clothing from Merrill’s legs. Brianna threw the unimportant piece of clothing aside, Brianna scrambled up Merrill’s figure, her eyes red with blood rage staring down into Merrill’s calm, collected features.

Merrill smiled her innocent smile which always melted her heart. “Are we going to make love now?”

Brianna merely smiled in response. “I guess so”

Merrill was adorable, naive and uncorrupted by the dark evils of the physical world. It reminded Brianna of her younger self; it returned her to her first time with another. Brianna lay atop her proud and defiant, Merrill’s eyes stared into the centre of Briannas well formed breasts. “I like your bosoms” Merrill said meekly. “They’re very, round” the simple compliment was all the encouragement Brianna truly required, lunging forward she clasped her lips over Merrill’s in a warm unison of human and Elven skin. Briannas tongue slipped past her lips towards Merrill’s, only to be slashed aside by Merrill’s agile tongue. The Dalish mage put up a determined resistance to Briannas advance, slashing her tongue back and forth across Brianna’s mouth. The stiff confrontation was sufficient to force Hawke to make a tactical retreat, pulling her lips away from Merrill’s she drew in several much needed breaths while she surveyed the battlefield and recalculated her next course of action.

Brianna stared down at her Elven mage, the small beads of sweat glistening on her brow, the red flare in her cheeks, she looked so beautiful. Brianna kissed Merrill’s lips once more, holding the elf’s cheeks in her hands she pressed forwards her advantage. Brianna’s explorative fingers caressed the soft spot just beneath Merrill’s left ear. The main physiological difference between Human and Elven ears was that Elves had a major blood vessel beneath the skin at the base of their ear; if the vein were severed there loomed a very real threat of death through blood loss if the wound was not treated quickly. The one saving grace of this evolutionary drawback was that Elven ears were especially sensitive to anything caressing the side of their head. It required an immense amount of trust for any Elf to allow anyone else to touch them anywhere near their ear, the honour was given only to those few who both truly understood the gravity of the act and held the true trust of the person themselves. Merrill was special as she had extra sensitive ears even by Elven standards.

Brianna touched the tip of her finger to the base of Merrill’s ear, gently caressing the soft skin beneath her finger tips. However just she dared to creep closer she suddenly felt something stirring within her, something powerful and unnatural but yet in no way harrowing. “Merrill, are you using magic on me again?”

Merrill stared back up at her human companion. “Well I am a mage you know. Not all blood magic is demons and possessions” Merrill caressed her agile hands across Brianna’s flat stomach. “Some of it can be used for more wholesome purposes. You learn how to influence yourself, heal wounds and influence your breathing. And, with enough practice, you may learn to influence others in the same way” Merrill touched her hand to Briannas bare skin. “Like this”

Hawke immediately felt something stirring within her, a cascade of pleasurable tingling washing over her in ever building waves. Brianna could feel the flow of energy moving through her body in tandem with Merrill’s graceful hand movements. As Merrill curled and caressed her finger tips across Hawkes bare stomach Brianna felt as though she could be brought to the very edge of reality merely through Merrill’s magical intervention.

The influence suddenly faltered, Merrills hands continuing to move gracefully across Hawkes bare front but the magical power had dissipated. Merrill’s energy finally seeped from her body, the young elf falling limp atop the soft bosom of her human lover. Hawke wrapped her arms around Merrills quivering body, the warm embrace a comforting reward for her actions and allowing her the much needed respite to draw the necessary air through her lungs to sustain herself.

Hawke stirred, gently rolling her Elven beauty onto the bed beside her Hawke lifted herself up so she could lay on her side, staring down at her lover and gently trailing the tips of her fingers across Merrill’s stomach. “So maybe now you will explain what that was about”

“Magic… takes a lot… of energy” Merrill panted through shaking lips.

“So now you are completely drained of energy, lying limp and helpless beneath me” as soon as Hawke said it Merrill knew in her heart that she was now at the mercy of whatever devious idea had entered her mind. “It looks like it’s my chance to please you, my Elven Princess”

With all of her vigour sapped from her body Merrill could not raise her arms to intervene as Hawke reached up to slip the grass green scarf from around her neck, whisking it aside like a dancer’s veil. Hawke trailed her hands across Merrill’s flat stomach, the tips of her fingers caressing across the leather belt wrapped around Merrills waist. Hawkes agile fingers released the simple clasp with minimal effort, allowing her to slip the belt from around Merrill’s waist and swiftly discarding it aside to join her tights somewhere on the bedroom floor.

Hawke held the sides of Merrill’s grass green top in her hands, slowly drawing the lavishly soft fabric across her skin, exposing another patch of pale white skin as Hawke pulled the material towards the gentle mound of Merrills well formed breasts. The jet black lingere with fiery red trim which eclipsed her entire torso appeared surprisingly daring for such a seemingly naïve young girl living in a forest clearing, perhaps Merrill had come to the estate with her true intentions already decided. Brianna giggled at the very idea. “And to think you had an innocent face”

Hawke laid her lips upon Merrill’s stomach, tasting the salty sweet flavour of her sweat combined with her silky elven skin, slowly leaving a trail of intimate kisses and licks across her bare stomach as she made her advance upwards. Hawke brought Merrill’s loose top over the gentle mound of Merrill’s ample bust, Hawkes nose buried in the valley of Merrill’s cleavage, scurrying between the soft mounds of flesh to emerge on the other side once again staring into the face of her lover.

Hawkes ravenous libido however could not be sated by mere caresses however, she yearned with body and mind to see her lover stripped of all restraint. Hawkes fingers crept down Merrills sides, following the seam of a delicate undergarment to caress the red bow which encircled her waist. Brianna followed the slip of red material around to the base of Merrill's stomach where the tie which kept it together lingered. Taking a strand of the bow in hand she pulled it away, allowing the material to fall to one side and loosening its hold over the two halves of Merrill’s form fitting underwear. Hawke gently peeled the two halves away from her lovers skin, Merrill’s body quivering at the touch of the cold night air across her bare skin.

Hawke now lay atop her naked companion, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the quivering of her skin beneath her hands and the frantic beating of her heart within her chest at the mere imagining of the pleasures that were to come.

“You look so beautiful right now” Hawke cooed.

“Thank you. And you look really…” Merrill’s mind, overflowing with primal desire, quickly began scrambling for a response. “Tall… and sweaty”

Hawke choose to accept the comment as Merrill’s ongoing attempt to be sweet that she found to be one of the primal magnetisms which defined her attraction to her. Hawke placed her lips to Merrill’s, both as an act to demonstrate her continued love but also as a way of silencing any further attempts at flattery which may cause the very fabric of their shared moment to be torn asunder.

With their lips interlocked and tongues doing a crude impersonation of the Orlesian wolf-step dance in their mouths Brianna chose that moment to dare herself to cross the final boundary which lay between them. Hawkes wandering finger tips slowly began to stalk their way down, slithering between their two bodies to finally come to rest above Merrill’s elven vagina.

Hawke began to explore this new found land with cautious optimism, gently caressing her fingers across the very edge of Merrill’s womanhood and finding it not wholly dissimilar to her own. Hawke hoped that the physiological similarities would continue and that Merrill would react to her touch in the same way Hawke did to her own gentle caresses when she was alone. Hawke dared to venture, her first adventurous finger delving into the elf’s warm opening. Hawke felt her twitching lips beginning to close tightly around her exploratory appendage, adding resistance to her movements but seeming only to enhance the result by deepening Merrill’s staggered moans of pleasure.

Feeling both adventurous and equally mischievous Hawke decided to introduce a second and third appendage into the equation. However Hawke would soon realize that in having become so consumed with Merrill she had left herself open to retaliation. Hawke realized this only too late as she felt Merrill’s long elegant fingers tickling across the outer lips of her dripping pussy. The tender movements of Hawkes fingers slowly began to form seamlessly into a gentle rhythm, the gentle thrusting of each of their fingers into their partners opening sending a wave of delectable pleasure cascading through their quivering bodies. The movement of their fingers became intertwined on the most primitive levels of their unconscious psyches; it was beginning to become ever more difficult to discern whose fingers were caressing what. It soon became too much for either of them to contain, the young elf experiencing her first orgasm in a flurry of elven obscenities. “Kar vin tray ba ni wol!” Merrill moaned, the young girl collapsing down onto the bed with her human lover lying on the soft mattress beside her.

“Merrill” Hawke panted through sweat stained lips. “You know I don’t speak elven”

Hawke had been attempting to learn the complex elven language in her spare time but despite her best efforts most phrases beyond the most basic words remained an elusive mystery to her, but Hawke could discern the underlying sentiment.

“It’s not exactly a well known phrase” Merrill admitted. “But I am sure that you will be hearing it a lot if we spend I bit more ‘intimate time’ together’. Maybe I’ll even tell you what it means, my little dove”

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The Dalish elf and the human mistress of the estate awoke a few hours later, the two figures entangled amongst eachothers arms as well as the bed sheets. The two lovers had begrudgingly chosen to redress into their undergarments both to delay the touch of the night cold against their intimate skin as well as to dampen the effects of the potential embarrassing shock should Hawkes aging mother choose to impede upon her daughters chambers unannounced.

“What happens now?” Merrill dared to meekly break the looming silence. “Are we... what does this mean? Are we...” Merrill stumbled over her words in a desperate bid to convey her meaning.

“You know” Hawke interjected. “We might have to try that a few more times to really get the meaning”

Merrill smiled; with her confidence suddenly building she summoned the courage to blurt out the immortal words of any relationship. “I love you” the realization of what she had said finally dawned upon Merrill. “I probably shouldn’t have said that should I?”

Hawke giggled. “I love you Merrill” Hawke bit her tongue in an effort to summon the necessary courage. “Actually, I was going to suggest you move in with me” Brianna choked the words past her lips with thinly veiled embarrassment, fearing the response.

Merrill rose silently off of the bed, stepping into the centre of the room. “Here...” Merrill turned to face her companion still splayed across the bed. “In Hightown, the rich fancy part of the city with no rats in it? And you, with an Elf?” Merrill pondered the words in the hope that one day they would make some form of sense. “Mar venan, you really are crazy” Merrill steeled herself. “If you are not afraid then neither am I”

Brianna rose off of the bed to stand beside her companion, wrapping her arms around Merrill’s athletic form, placing her lips to the Elf’s pointed ear she whispered. “Speaking of finding the meaning, shall we try that again until we really find out what it meant?”

Hawke took Merrill’s hands in hers, turning on her heel Brianna led Merrill towards their shared bed.

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This is a story that has been sitting on my hard drive for about a year now and frankly I was prepared to just finish it off at what I had, anyone who’s familiar with my work will have seen the first part of this sitting in my deviantART gallery since March 2011.

Eventually though I had an idea for a new part to this story which once I started writing I could not stop. I know it may sound surprising but this is actually one of the first stories I’ve really gotten into despite the fact that while Dragon Age as a series is good it’s not one of my all time favourites (See Mass Effect, Valkyria Chronicles, Primal, Homeworld, Supreme Commander, KOTOR, Atelier Rorona, Conker’s Bad Fur Day, Skies of Arcadia and Endwar for that. And if anyone recognises all those i shall be mightly impressed). Thankfully though despite it being so long since my last update you will happy to know that I have not only finished writing the next two chapters,I am currently proofreading them for submission, but I also have made a start on the fourth chapter.

Now, as soon as I started writing a niggling thought began to enter my head that despite this story being based on a dark and violent series of games there may still be in the entirety of the internet some people who may be offended by what is about to be written. (I know, it’s unlikely but I thought I might as well write this just to cover my bases and only entice those who find warning labels intriguing even though i truly think it is wholly unnecessary, thus some of the warning labels at the start). So I will say it right now that although this first chapter is pretty much clear as a bell the later chapters will touch on some darker topics. (Nothing to do with murder or playing with your own excrement, I may be strange but I’m not that twisted) more the topic of light restraint, having influence over a person whose mental freewill has evaporated and forcing someone into sex against their will. Not too dark by internet and gaming standards but definitely not something to recommend at the next book club meeting.

So yes, it has taken me three paragraphs to tell you not to read past the second chapter if you are offended by any of the above, but as I said I’m sure someone will find a way.
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