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- 1-Easing the aches and pains
- 1
Easing the aches and pains
"Whose idea was it again to take on a High Dragon and its entire brood?"
Tobias Hawke responded to Varric's irritated question with a heavy groan as he heaved himself off of the blood stained ground, his Champions armour was stained with Dragon blood and charred by fire as well as feeling like it weigh a ton more and his staff seemed near snapped from a Dragons bite "how was I supposed to know the Dragon was that big?"
Varric had gotten the least from the battle thanks to Bianca's range; he frantically patted the smoking hem of his jacket before it caught fire, he then inspected his crossbow muttering darkly as he found claw marks allowing Bianca's barrel from when a Dragonling got too close
At the High Dragon's corpse Fenris heaved and grunted as he tried to wrench his sword from the beast's skull, he was the one who struck the final blow whilst the High Dragon was distracted by Hawke and Merrill's spells and Varric's crossbow bolts
Merrill herself was in a far worse state, one of the High Dragons dive attacks had caught her off guard and she was soon in the beasts jaws being thrown around wildly, if Hawke hadn't have panicked and sent an enormous fireball straight into the beasts eye forcing it to let go of her she would most likely be dead, several healing poultices had closed up her wounds thankfully preventing serious bleeding but they did nothing for the pain of such an attack, her white armour was torn and battered only held together by a couple of the surviving buckles
Bodahn would have a job repairing it, maybe she could ask Sandal to enchant the clothing to make it more durable, noting the thought she did her best to mask the pain and tried her best not to hobble back to her friends, she knew showing pain would get worried comments from Hawke and Varric and most likely a snide scolding from Fenris, none of which she enjoyed hearing
Walking the best she could on her aching soles without limping she walked up to Hawke as he dusted the ash from his armour "well, that was exciting wasn't it Ma vhenan?" she commented keeping her sweet voice surprisingly smooth "but not something I'd like to do again anytime soon"
Hawke laughed tying his staff to his back "don't worry Merrill, next time I'll read the fine print next time someone gives us a Dragon clearing job"
At the moment Fenris finally wrenched his blade from the Dragons corpse, the immense weight of the sword overpowering his Elven grace sending him stumbling back into Merrill and Hawke, Merrill shrieked as she hit the ground, all the aches and pains she had worked to cover up now in the open, the sudden shock of it nearly had her sobbing
"Gah! You just always have to be in the way don't you Witch?" Fenris snarled as he dusted himself off
"That's enough Fenris!" Hawke snapped as he ducked down to help Merrill up, he held Fenris as a close friend but the Elf's general hatred of mages and disdain for Merrill always grinded on his nerves, Fenris grunted and paced off to wait for Hawke's signal to move on back to Kirkwall "are you alright love?" he asked concerned as he gently pulled Merrill to her feet
Merrill tried her best not to hiss in pain at his touch, is this what Fenris felt like all the time? No wonder he's constantly in a bad mood "I'm fine Ma vhenan" she lied through her teeth "just a little banged up that's all, nothing to be worried about" she gave him her best 'I'm ok' smile, the one she gave him whenever she let go of the chandelier too earlier and landed wrong or fell out of bed from an overactive dream
Unfortunately Hawke knew her all too well, he placed his hands on her shoulders making her whimper "Merrill, don't lie to me"
Merrill's eyes went wide and watery as she realised she couldn't hide it "everything hurts" she whimpered with her voice wavering, she sounded like a small wounded animal, like a kicked puppy cowering in a corner
"I'm not surprised about that Daisy" Varric commented walking up to the couple "I've never even heard of someone surviving being in a Dragons jaws, it's a miracle you're not in several pieces scattered across the mines"
"Don't give me nightmares Varric" Hawke warned holding Merrill's shoulders a little tighter making her choke back a sob
"I knew we should have taken Blondie with us, having a healer with us would have been a great help even more so than Ser Smiles-a-lot over there"
"Ser Smiles-a-lot? I guess it's better than just Elf I suppose" Fenris muttered in the background
"Speaking of Blondie we should get you to his clinic, you may have injuries that healing poultices can't completely fix"
Hawke looked to Merrill to see if she was ok with the idea, knowing Anders was best for seeing to her Merrill nodded eagerly; she stepped away from Hawke and began to walk in the direction of Kirkwall, the pain in her heels though soon had her stumbling and she cockled over less than a metre from Hawke
Thanks to his quick reflexes Hawke caught Merrill before she hit the ground "I think its best I carry you love" he said softly, the Elf was so light in his arms and her body felt soft and tender to the touch, she whimpered in his hold, normally she adored being in Hawkes arms but now they only amplified the pain in her back and limbs
Smiling as Merrill settled into Hawkes hold Varric loaded another bolt pack into Bianca holding her ready "come on Bianca, let's make sure Daisy gets back safely" Hawke smiled appreciatively at the Dwarves concern and signalled for Fenris to follow, the Elf shook his head muttering something about 'coddling her' before setting off after them with one hand on his sword hilt ready for anything on the way back to Kirkwall
(At Anders clinic)
"Ok now turn around and raise your arms"
Merrill had never been so embarrassed in her life, yes Anders had given her check-ups before but they were for cuts on her feet and sometimes the sniffles when the rain came through the damaged roof of her Alienage house, now she was in her undergarments with the healer practically touching her all over checking every bruise and cut making her yelp and whimper, if Hawke wasn't there she would most likely have been cowering in a corner too embarrassed to let Anders see to her
"Alright I'm not finding anything truly life threatening, she was lucky to take the poultices as quickly as she did, the worst I can find is a small fracture in one of her ribs which I can easily take care of" he patted the gurney "Merrill, if you please"
Merrill lowered her arms and slowly mounted the gurney lying flat on her back, Hawke moved to stand next to her as Anders stood over her cracking his knuckles, he then splayed his palms over her as orbs of blue light appeared in his hands, Merrill sighed at the slight warm feeling that nullified the ache slightly slowly closing her eyes "so why in the Makers name did you take on a High Dragon anyway?" Anders asked as he moved his hands down Merrill's arms
"I had no idea it was there, I thought it would just be a nest like last time" Hawke explained "Maker when that thing had Merrill in its jaws…." he trailed off and told hold of Merrill's hand, the mere memory of it both sickened and chilled him to the bone
Anders's hands moved to Merrill's bare wrists noticing the faded cuts "that's new; Merrill always has a fresh cut whenever she visits me"
"I'm 'weaning' her off the blood magic bit by bit, even if just if she stops using in battle, I'm getting her onto more elemental magic"
"A wise decision"
"You two know I can hear you right?" Merrill spoke up opening an eye to look up at them, Anders's hand moved over her chest making her hiss as her rib fracture mended with an audible snap, Merrill grasped Hawkes hand as the healing magic worked over her bruised stomach
"These are some pretty nasty bruises" Anders commented
"I've so many of them I've given them names" she responded with a small smile "the one you're on now is called Fenris Jr"
"Fenris Jr?"
"Because it's the angriest one, the one next to it is Anders Jr because it's the second angriest and it feels like they're always fighting"
Anders laughed heartily as he finished up his healing down Merrill's legs, the orbs dissipated as he moved his hands away "she should be all fixed up now, muscular pain will come back but that's normal for her kind of injuries"
Merrill nodded quickly jumping off the gurney and getting dressed as fast as her aching muscles would let her, when she was turned away Anders took Hawke aside "when I meant the pain will return I didn't mean it lightly, Dragon saliva is full of a kind of 'semi-poison' which aggravates pain receptors to prevent prey from escaping, I managed to get rid of most of it with my magic but there are still traces deep in her muscles, it might take a couple of days for her own immune system to destroy the rest but until then you'd better keep an eye on her" Anders may not respect Merrill for her blood magic but he didn't want her to suffer without some kind of warning
Hawke nodded appreciating the healers concern "don't worry until she's better she's not leaving my sight"
Rolling her eyes Merrill secured the last buckle of her clothing, Hawke had been protective of her ever since they had met to the point of publically threatening Ser Cullen with his life after his speech on how mages weren't human and shouldn't be treated as such all the while somewhat glaring at Merrill
When her armour was fully on she took up her staff that was resting against the wall, it belonged to Keeper Marethari until that awful day on Sundermount, she smiled sadly running her thin fingers along the carvings of the staves handle up to the bladed end, Hawke had given her The Torch of Falon'Din in Marethari's memory which she gratefully took and had wielded the stave ever since
Outside the clinic Varric and Fenris stood waiting "why are we even here?" the Elf asked running two armoured fingers along the edge of his Blade of Mercy, the sword had been chipped on the High Dragons skull and he wasn't happy about it, the quicker he could get back to his mansion and resharpen the sword the better, he had originally told Hawke to keep the damned sword but when the mage wouldn't take no for an answer he grudgingly took the blade "Hawke can look after her himself"
"Come now Elf, you can't really be so cold" Varric replied polishing Bianca with an old rag he kept in his jacket pocket "deep down you must care for Daisy's wellbeing otherwise you wouldn't be here, Hawke didn't ask for us to stay"
"Then why are you here?"
"Because Hawke and Daisy are very good friends of mine and I don't like the idea of going home without knowing if either of them is ok, what's your excuse for still being here?" Fenris huffed and turned his head away "that's what I thought, why do you have it out for Daisy anyway? Does this 'all mages are evil' thing you have going apply to every magic user you meet? She has done nothing to deserve the shit you give her every time she opens her mouth"
"Nothing yet" Fenris muttered darkly with a heavy sense of foreboding
Before Varric could retort the clinic door opened and Merrill limped out, she gave the two a weak smile as Varric tied Bianca to his back and pocketed the rag "how are you doing Daisy?"
"Much better now thanks to Anders, thank you for asking" she looked to Fenris expecting some callous words about how stupid she is or how she shouldn't have come with them because she was holding them back or something to that effect, instead the ex-slave snorted and tied his sword to his back before crossing his arms facing away from her, she wrinkled her nose at his reaction and thought better not to say more to him, he was obviously more annoyed than usual so it was best not to push his patience which was something she seemed to be naturally good at
The door opened again revealing Hawke and Anders, Hawke walked up to Merrill whilst Anders approached the other two "Varric" he greeted with a warm tone, he then scowled at the sight of the Elf "Fenris" he greeted this time with a much colder tone "murdered any innocent mages lately?"
"None that didn't deserve it"
"I'll take that as a yes then" Anders growled, his eyes glowing a bright blue as Justice awakened
"You know you're delusions that Mages are innocent as a whole only makes you a bigger target for the Templars" Fenris growled, his lyrium markings lighting up as he grew more agitated "the quicker you realise that Mages are just walking time bombs that will become abominations at the first opportunity the better, they need to be placed in a Circle or culled, end of story"
"Don't make me break you two apart again" Hawke warned placing his hands on Merrill's shoulders, they had assumed that over the years that Anders and Fenris would at least learn to tolerate each other but instead their arguments grew more intense with each passing year, as the Templar/Mage conflict escalated Anders became more determined to help the Mages whilst Fenris became more and more distrustful and generally disgusted by them, after each encounter with Blood Mages Fenris would go off in a rage storming back to his mansion or the Hanged man to spend the night downing Andraste knows how many bottles of wine or beer "Fenris remember who you are around, go home and cool off before we have a problem"
"He started it" Fenris growled pointing a finger right in Anders's face
"I don't care who started it you're making it worse"
Fenris growled and supressed his anger; his markings stopped glowing as he stormed off towards the lift back to Lowtown "one day he is going to snap" Varric commented watching Fenris stomp off "and I'm not looking forward to the day"
"It's his damned slave mentality" Anders sighed as his eyes stopped glowing
"Deep down I know he's a nice person" Merrill said as Hawke rubbed her shoulders, seeing Anders and Fenris fight always upset her, at first she could hide it as their squabbles started small and she believed that they would all be the best of friends soon enough but now every time they fought it nearly brought her to tears fearing that one of them will end up killing the other "Danarius must have really hurt him"
"Or he's greatly overreacting to one bad experience" Anders responded as Justice calmed back down "he needs to get it through his thick skull that Mages in general aren't out to get and enslave everyone, that we aren't all like the Magisters in Tevinter"
"In the end it's not worth thinking about, the Elf isn't going to change anytime soon" Varric said basically ending the conversation, the others nodded in agreement especially Merrill, bad talking Fenris behind his back never made her feel good and at that moment all she wanted was to go back to Hawke's estate and curl up in bed for the rest of the day and night
Anders wasn't joking when he said the pain would return, it came in steady waves over the next couple of days starting as a steady ignorable ache when she awoke in the morning and turning into a leg trembling mind numbing….
"Look out!" Isabela's cry snapped Merrill back to reality as a Crimson Weaver Bloodthrall lunged at her with a short sword and shield, Isabela's daggers instantly carved through the criminal's chest and back killing him before his blade could touch Merrill "next time I will not be here to babysit you kitten" she scolded as Sebastian sent an arrow into Jakeson Hall's chest and Hawke crushed the remainder of the thugs against a wall ending the Crimson Weaver gang
As the last thug fell Hawke dismissed his stone armour spell "that should be the last of them" he sighed wiping blood off of his staff, it had belonged to his father and was engraved as such 'Malcolm's Honor' on the back of the statuette on the head of the stave, he cherished almost as much as Varric did his crossbow
He looked to Merrill to find Isabela softly rubbing her shoulders, the pirate always had a soft spot for the young Elf seeing her as, what Hawke believed, a little sister figure similar to how Varric saw her looking out of her in her own special way like how Varric bribed nearly all of Lowtown not to mug her whenever she took late night walks through the streets on her own
"The pain's coming back?" Hawke ask softly as he approached Merrill and Isabela, Merrill nodded trying her best to keep a brave face, she felt like an Ogre had been stomping on her for half an hour and then had thrown her against a wall a few times, Hawke cracked his knuckles and held them over Merrill's shoulders as they glowed a light blue, over the couple of days since the High Dragon incident Anders had taught him healing magic and whilst Hawke's ability with healing needed great work it offered a small comfort to his Dalish lover
Isabela smiled as she felt Merrill's shoulders loosen under hers and Hawke's hands, taking her hands away she pulled a thrown dagger out of one of the thugs throat and wiped it off on his tunic "let's get back to the Hanged man, that friend of yours promised good pay for taking this assholes out"
The others quickly agreed with her mainly wanting to get out of the body filled house, Sebastian's armour was caked in blood losing its trademark 'shiny-ness' which everyone seemed to love commenting on and he wanted it scrubbed clean as soon as possible
The walk from Hightown to Lowtown was thankfully uneventful lacking the normal amount of muggers and would be murderers that stalked the dark streets having to deal with only two or three upon entering Lowtown, nothing Sebastian's arrows couldn't handle, upon entering the Hanged man they were surprised to be greeted by both Aveline and guardsmen Donnic , Isabela couldn't resist the chance to tease them as Merrill and Sebastian took their seats at the table and Hawke travelled upstairs to inform his 'friend' that her request was done "well, well, I thought you two would be too good to be seen in here without Hawke dragging you in"
Aveline stared daggers at the Rivaini pirate whilst Donnic just chuckled sheepishly into his pint; it was out of place for the captain of the guard and her lover to be seen in such a place like the Hanged man "we can take our breaks from duty wherever we please" she hissed as Isabela took a seat opposite to her, Aveline turned to see Merrill shaking slightly in her seat "what's wrong with her?"
"Bad run in with a Dragon" Isabela explained with a concerned look towards the Dalish mage "she's still suffering from the after effects, poor kitten"
Hawke walked down the stairs at that moment with a smile on his face and a satchel full of sovereigns declaring that the drinks were on him inciting a cheer from his friends as he bought the first round, the night soon turned into a normal everyday one as they settled into their tavern routines, Varric wandered off to the other side of the room and soon drew in a crowd with another one of his wild somewhat exaggerated stories this time attracting a crowd of around twenty people as he recited their battle with the High Dragon, Anders and Fenris arrived a couple of hours into the night several minutes apart, they said nothing to each other much to everyone's relief sitting at opposite tables with the Mage drinking and adding more to his new Manifesto and Fenris drowning his anger in another pint, Aveline and Donnic were absorbed into their own private conversation again, Isabela tried to probe Sebastian about his past life before giving himself to the Chantry and Hawke sat in his own little world with Merrill
The young Elf settled on Hawke's lap as he ran his hand up and down her back, she sighed softly at the feeling trying her best to nuzzle to his chest but his armours chest ridge blocked her from getting fully settled
After another couple of hours Hawke downed his fifth drink ignoring the looks he was getting from the other patrons; he was used to the stares because of his fame for killing the Arishok in honourable one on one combat with only his spells to help him, the years since then he had grown accustomed to being approached on the street by people asking for aid, autographs and just for the chance to talk to him
The other stares came from his relationship with Merrill, alongside the general distrust of Mages and Apostates throughout Kirkwall there was also the deeply seeded bigotry towards Elves, the fact that Hawke was an Apostate outside the Circle was overlooked because of his deeds for Kirkwall but the fact that Merrill was both an Elf and an Apostate left her in very low standing within the city, if it wasn't for her general naivety and positive outlook on the world she would have most likely been effected worse by the venomous glares and hurled insults whenever she ventured out of the Alienage and even then she wasn't treated all that well, having a Mage in their midst meant that there was a chance of Templar investigation or even attack so the other Elves gave her a wide berth
When it became publically known of Hawke and Merrill's union some of the disgusted glares ended up aimed at the Champion, as if he was shaming himself for loving an Elf, it caused no end of trouble for Aveline whenever Hawke lost his temper and verbally assaulted the insulter or even sent them to the pavement with a blackened eye, every incident created a mass of paperwork for the guard captain to fill out to prevent Hawke's arrest, something the Mage felt extremely guilty for
Merrill shifted uncomfortably on his lap again causing Hawke to decide it was time for them to go home, setting Merrill on the ground he stood up and stretched, Aveline and Donnic had left around an hour earlier to attend to the night patrol and Isabela had left to drag a very tipsy Fenris back to his mansion before he went on a drunken rampage, Hawke bid his remaining friends farewell wrapping his arm around Merrill's shoulders as they walked out of the tavern
It was about an hour or so to midnight when they stepped out and the walk back to Hightown and his estate was pleasantly quiet, the streets seemingly free of late night muggers, Hawke decided that Aveline and Donnic have cleared them out on their patrol or that Isabela had set Fenris on them, either way he was thankful, Merrill limped every time her feet came in contact with the stone pavement showing her ankles were still in a great deal of pain
Noticing his lover's discomfort Hawke swept the Elf up carrying her in a bridal position, Merrill made no protests curling up in his arms sighing softly, her couple of drinks at the tavern softened the ache enough for her not to complain
Arriving at the estate he knocked on the door unable to reach his key with Merrill taking up his arms, after about a minute the door was opened by Orana "good evening Master Hawke" she greeted politely with a small bow before noticing Merrill "oh my! Is Mistress Merrill ok?"
"She's alright Orana, she's just a little tired that's all" Hawke replied as the Elf servant let him in with another bow, ever since he had taken her from the ruins after Hadriana's death and offered her accommodation with pay and the freedom to come and go as she pleased Orana still acted very much like a slave, she knew nothing else than to just serve and do as she was told "and please don't call me Master, my name is Hawke, just Hawke"
Orana bowed again before scurrying off to perform whatever task she had given herself instead of being in bed, Hawke shook his head as he walked her rush off into the kitchen, he had assumed the three years would have been enough for her to realise that her life was hers to live, he would give the girl as long as she needed to get her life together
Merrill stirred in his arms drawing his attention, she had drifted off to sleep on the walk back and was now waking up "where are we?" she asked groggily
"Home Merrill" Hawke replied with a soft smile "what you need now is a steaming hot bath and then straight to bed, according to Anders you should be right as rain by morning"
Merrill nodded eagerly as Hawke carried her upstairs towards the bathroom, with his attention solely on Merrill he failed to notice the steam coming out from under the door until he opened it receiving a heavy splash to the face
"ENCHANTMENT!"
Hawke and Merrill looked stunned at Sandal as he sat innocently in the steaming bath, he gave them a blank grin playfully sending another wave of hot water at them "pretty lady's all wet now"
Bodahn hurried into the room at that moment with a set of towels "so sorry Messere, the boy went to get himself a midnight snack before bed and before I knew it he was playing with the dog covered in flour, how he got into the pantry I'll never know, I can't trust him for a moment when something interests him" another wave sloshed out over him drenching him and the towels "oh now stop that Sandal! You're getting the floor all wet, Orana's already mopped it three times today!" splash "I said stop it!" splash "where do you get all this water? Have you enchanted the bath again?"
Hawke quietly walked out of the bathroom leaving Bodahn to scold his foster son as best he could, Sandal could have taken a bellow to the face from the Arishok himself and not faltered an inch "I guess we'll have to skip the bath love" Hawke sighed "hopefully a good night's sleep will be all you need"
"Hopefully Ma vhenan, thank you for all of this"
"Nonsense Merrill, whenever you are ill or injured I look after you, that comes with being what we are" he kicked open the bedroom door and set Merrill onto the bed leaving her to undress herself, piece by piece his cumbersome armour came off soon replaced by his night pants, he set his armour on its display rack as Merrill folded up her damp armour setting it on the chair to dry sliding under the covers in just her undergarments
Hawke slid in next to her pulling her small body to his, Merrill groaned for a moment before sighing nuzzling against his body heat, after a few minutes of lying together there was a knock on the door a couple of seconds before it opened, Orana poked her head through "would Mistress like her clothes taken to be cleaned?" she asked meekly opening the door standing in the doorway rubbing her hands together nervously
"Orana you don't have to do this every night you know" Merrill said sitting up slowly "it is sweet of you but if we need any assistance we'll just ask you"
Orana lowered her head nodding slowly as if ashamed, Adraste she was adorable sometimes "you can go now Orana" Hawke said "you should go to bed or something"
"Yes Master Hawke" she responded quickly exiting the room
Hawke sighed again "what are we going to do with her?"
"I'm not sure Ma vhenan, she just needs time" Merrill replied settling down back under the covers, her muscles began to throb again making her whimper, she started to rub her hands along her shins curling into a ball
Hearing her whimper Hawke began to rub her back again, this time it didn't seem to be doing any good, heat was the best option and it would take at least an hour to heat up enough water for another bath load, thinking for a moment stroking his coarse beard an idea struck him
"Get undressed Merrill"
He saw her physically tense at his instruction "oh Ma vhenan, it's not like I don't enjoy that but can we not tonight? I'm not in the mood"
"I didn't mean that Merrill" he replied with slight shock "do you think I would take advantage of you in this condition? Please just remove your undergarments and I'll show you what I mean"
After a moment Merrill obeyed slowly sliding off her underclothing and dropping it off of the bed leaving her naked under the covers "what now Hawke?"
"Lie on your front"
She carefully rolled onto her stomach wincing as her back and thighs pulled taught "and now?" she felt Hawke shift and the covers pull from her, she then heard a soft whoosh noise, she turned her head to see what it was when she felt Hawkes much warmer than normal hands caressing her feet making her sigh in relief, he had momentarily ignited his hands getting them to the same heat as a hot bath before rubbing Merrill's bruised soles
She moaned into the pillow as he cracked her toes loosening her joints before moving up to her ankles and calves kneading the aching flesh "oh Ma vhenan" she sighed as she felt her muscles begin to loosen under his soothing hands, his palms were rough and calloused against her smooth skin making the perfect sensations, she moaned louder biting the pillow as he moved up to her thighs completely loosening her legs ridding them of the lingering pain
Before he moved to her small behind he stopped "this needs something" he mused waving his arms in a semi-circle around him, the candles in the room instantly ignited as he sent small embers at them from his fingertips "much better" he decided returning his hands to Merrill's behind moulding the soft flesh
Merrill shivered under his touch gripping the pillows as if for support, he removed his hands again to reheat them this time making them even warmer as he moved to her lower back "this is still missing something" he mused again straddling Merrill's lower back, he moved the covers back up to cover Merrill's lower half before turning his head toward the door "Orana!"
Within seconds the door opened and Orana darted in "yes Master Hawke?" she greeted gasping slightly upon seeing his position, she swiftly regained her composure "what can I do for you?"
"Were you waiting outside for another command again?" Orana lowered her head "never mind that now, some music if you please"
Orana's eyes lit up at the request for music "of course Master Hawke!" she responded happily dashing downstairs to get her lute which Bodahn had re-stringed for her returning moments later, she sat in her regular playing chair and soon began to strum out a gentle tune
Merrill's eyes fluttered close and a sweet smile graced her lips as the romantic scene was completed, Hawke nodded his thanks to Orana returning his hands to Merrill's back working out every knot and tense spot he could find soon having the Elf beneath him putty in his strong hot hands
The Dalish beauty soon felt all of the aches and pains from the Dragon encounter days earlier melt away bit by bit until her body was in utter relaxed bliss, that was until she felt a low burning sensation in her lower extremities, she tried to ignore it not wanting to ruin the perfect romantic mood especially as Orana became to sing quietly in Elven
Hawkes hands moved up to her neck kneading it completely loose as he bent down to kiss behind her ears making her whimper with pleasure "how is this love?" he whispered sensually in her ear
"Heaven" she whispered back, this was a feat in itself as Merrill was not a believer in heaven or the Maker, the burning in her loins grew greater with every passing moment and after several minutes she felt she was going to explode "Ma vhenan" she gasped gaining his attention "can I take back what I said before?"
It took him a couple of seconds before Hawke realised what she meant "Orana" he said stopping the servants playing, he reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out some sovereigns "here, get Fenris to take you to the Hanged man for the night, he won't mind a return trip"
Orana stared at the gold coins as if they were priceless jewels "oh my, Master you can't possibly…"
"Take them, have fun for once" Hawke instructed with a warm smile, Orana slowly nodded before carefully taking the coins and walking out thanking Hawke countless times as she went "that girl is too thankful for everything" Hawke pondered before returning to his Elven lover
He reached back between her legs to find that she was indeed extremely wet; his night pants grew very tight at the feel of her moist core, Merrill bit her lip as she felt Hawke move off of her, she turned her head to see where he was going before shrieking when she felt his tongue press against her burning entrance "Ma vhenan! Oh yes!" she moaned digging her finger nails into the mattress
Hawkes rough beard tickled her thighs as his tongue further dampened her pussy, her legs started to kick without her control and Hawke had to hold them down "Ma vhenan….Ma vhenan" Merrill repeated those two Elven words of love over and over
When Hawke deemed her adequately wet he sat back up relishing her taste on his tongue, he pulled down his night pants letting his hard length escape, even with her natural moisture she was so tiny that he found it hard to fully penetrate her without further assistance, hovering over her he lined himself up at her small opening and kissed her shoulder as he began to push in
Merrill's eyes rolled up in her head as she felt his large length push into her tiny pussy, his body completely shadowed hers and all she could do was brace herself against the bed as he began to thrust slowly into her
Hawke groaned as Merrill's inner walls crushed his cock in a tight wet embrace, he wrapped his hands around hers resting his body over hers making sure not to crush her too much, Merrill moaned and panted into the pillow sinking her teeth into it as her body rocked with pleasure, her clit rubbed against the mattress with each of Hawke's thrusts sending bolts of pure ecstasy through her small body
He took one of her hands and brought it to his lips kissing each knuckle making her simper, the hard muscles of his abdomen rubbed against the soft skin of her back with every increasing thrust, she lifted her head to scream as he pressed extremely hard against her sweet spot making her cum then and there
Hawke nearly roared as Merrill became impossibly tight, his thrusts grew harder and faster and more intense, sweat pouring from both of them as Hawke began to heat his body up until he finally thrust his entire cock inside of her, erupting in heavy spurts filling Merrill completely making the Elf keen and sob with pleasure
Hawke collapsed onto Merrill with no complaints from her, the two lovers panting heavily as they came down from their highs "oh Ma vhenan, I love you" Merrill sighed in utter contentment, if the Creators took her at that moment she would have died a happy woman
"I love you too Merrill" Hawke replied turning her head and kissing her lips softly
The Elf returned the kiss in kind moaning softly, her body completely limber and throbbing with pleasure
It almost made her consider getting hurt more often if this was the outcome
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it
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