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Blood, Hawke, Sex, Magic	By : Miranda Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 10363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age or any characters, Bioware do. I make no money from this, I just like to take these wonderful characters out to play!

Chapter List
- 1-Blood, Hawke, Sex, Magic
- 2-Blood, Hawke, Sex, Magic - Disarming the Guard
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**AUTHOR'S NOTE**
This is my first 3+ and first F/F, I would really appreciate any constructive criticism so I can improve as I move forward. This will have several chapters when finish and may continue beyond my originally intended end point if I feel it is going well or would work for the story.
The challenge was for a fic set before the final missions of Act 2, were Isabela and Aveline arrive at the Hawke mansion, both demanding immediate help with their problems. Except in this case, they walk in on Merrill and Hawke leading to an interesting battle of wills and a lot of kink. It's an interesting challenge and I look forward to where it will take me.
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Chapter One - Conflict and Resolutions
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Aveline and Isabela were locked in a heated argument in the street on their approach to the Hawke Estate. Pushing and shoving each other they got to the door.
“Out of my way whore.” Aveline forced the pirate aside.
“Oh what are you going to do, bash the door open with your manly jaw?” Isabela sneered back.
The door swung open and almost off its hinged from the mighty shove the guardswoman applied to it. “Where is Hawke?!” she demanded of a startled Bodahn.
“Mistress Hawke is upstairs but she’s bu-…” his response was cut short as the busty pirate bound up the stairs shortly followed by an angry armoured ginger blur running behind her. Bodahn shook his head and went in to the kitchen to help Orana clean the dishes. At least the noise would be less likely to penetrate the thick doors and walls there.
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Reaching the top of the stairs first, Isabela swung open Hawke’s door, already ranting about needing desperate help, but the sight that greeted her stopped her mid sentence and her eyebrows shot upwards with a smile. “Oh, hello Hawke, Kitten….well isn’t this cosy.”
Aveline was next to reach the door, and blushed a deep red at the sight that greeted her. Hawke and Merrill were stretched across the bed, completely naked, legs entwined together and clearly enjoying themselves in the most intimate manner. “Ah, Hawke, sorry…I….I need to talk to you rather urgently. I didn’t realise you’d be….“ Aveline cast her gaze down and shielded her eyes modestly.
Isabela on the other hand leaned forward for a closer look. “Well ginger-nut, you are welcome to come back another time but I’m going to stay and have a word with our dear Hawke now. Don’t trip over your big man boots on the way out!”
“Listen you disease ridden slut I don’t care about your cheap desire to get into Hawke’s pants, we have a problem. A big problem. A very big Qunari shaped problem.” The modest guardswoman kept her gaze level with the ground as she spoke but put heavy emphasis on her words.
Finally, Hawke spoke up, having untangled herself from Merrill and pulled a sheet around her body. “Could you both just calm down and tell me what’s going on please?”
Aveline and Isabela gave a quick explanation of their difficulties while Hawke listened, rubbing at her temples and thinking it over. Merrill was now sat behind her, hand on Hawke’s shoulders, observing the two unexpected guests with her green eyes wide.
“So let me get this straight, you both need my help and both of you say it has to be right now. What am I supposed to do? To be honest I was quite enjoying this bit of down time between fighting off thugs and saving people from dragons. You’re just going to have to come back tomorrow. This is my day off from saving Kirkwall and everyone in it, and I have damn well earned it.” Hawke ran a hand through her short dark hair in frustration and leaned back into Merrill’s waiting embrace.
“You know,” Isabela piped up, “I think I might be able to help you let off some steam, if you’ll agree to help me first.”
“Why you low down dirty whore!” Aveline cried, looking about ready to punch the Rivaini in the face.
Hawke’s eyebrows, however, had raised - her interest was piqued. Merrill buried her face in Hawke’s neck disguising the sly smile forming on her lips, her hands disappearing under the sheets behind her lover, who had now turned to the pirate. “What exactly are you suggesting, Isabela?”
“Well, sweet thing, that bed looks like it could handle an extra captain aboard her decks, and the guardswoman was right - I have been dying to get into your pants for some time now.” She winked at the two in the bed and began to step forward.
Beside her, Aveline had turned a very interesting shade of red. In her mind she was going over all the facts. It looked like Hawke was going to take Isabela up on her offer, leaving the Qunari situation in an unpleasant limbo for another day that she believed the city could not afford. How was she supposed to compete with that wench? She didn’t have all the whore’s tricks, and she certainly wasn’t interested in women….was she? And she had Donnic to think about, her husband waiting at home for her, or more likely waiting in the barracks with a flask of wine to take into her office on her return. But then her loyalty first and foremost had to be to Kirkwall, and the city needed someone like Hawke to come to its aid. She was the only one who could successfully deal with the Arishok.
Aveline’s mind became more clouded, watching Isabela begin to remove her myriad of weapons (and for a moment wondering how in Andraste’s name did the woman conceal them all). Her dignity and her pride battled fiercely for a minute longer, but eventually her pride won the fight. She couldn’t let that cheap floozy jeopardize her city. She had a duty to protect it. Honour be damned, she’d just get this over with. Besides, the three were all rather attractive….she shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
“Alright, anything she can do, I can do too. I’ll join you in your bed if you will agree to help me first.” Aveline stood tall and straight, with a serious look on her blushing face.
Isabela spun around on her heel dropping the last of her daggers to the floor. “You’ll WHAT?!”
“Well, Isabela, that does make it fair now doesn’t it.” Hawke grinned like the cat that caught the canary. Behind her Merrill stifled a giggle, her hands returning subtly to Hawke’s shoulders. “Are you sure about this though Aveline? What about Donnic?”
“Yes…but about this. Not a word to anyone. Not one word.” Aveline’s stern gaze spoke volumes about her commitment to the action.
Isabela barely stifled a laugh. “Ohh this is rich - Miss PrissyPants really is going to get down and dirty with the girls? Hah!”
Hawke shot her a serious look. “If you can’t keep quiet then you’re coming nowhere near this bed.”
The pirate raised her hands defensively. “Alright, fine, but you owe me for this.” She shot a sideways glance at the guardswoman then returned to removing her boots.
“Hold on a minute there, Isabela.” Hawke’s voice had returned to having her minxy devious edge. “Why don’t you give us a show while you do that? Aveline, you can watch from the chair over here.” She indicated to the chair by her desk, a few feet from the bed. Aveline dutifully sat down, her face as red as her hair, but jaw set with determination.
Isabela purred her approval of the idea and stepped slowly back from the end of the bed so her audience all had a good view of the show. Merrill sidled out from behind Hawke and both their hands slipped beneath the covers. Isabela stretched, letting the long dark waves of her hair cascade down her back. The curves of her body were gloriously accented by her slow and deliberate movements. She turned to face away from the onlookers - as she bent to begin removing the first boot she gave them a tantalising glimpse of firm buttocks framed by curved hips. The fabric of her white tunic rode up easily to expose her underwear, which was essentially a scrap of silk and ribbon that parted her lower cheeks beautifully.
A small sound escaped from Hawke, while Merrill smirked, amused she could cause such noises from her lover. Isabela heard and cast a glace from behind her legs. She finished removing the first boot and tossed it casually aside. Another cheeky grin over her shoulder, teeth teasing at her bottom lip, she bent to the other boot and let one hand stray to her pert behind. She stroked gently, following the curves of the flesh, before drawing her arm back and slapping her buttock with a loud clap. She mocked a pained noise and slid her hand down her leg to work on the other boot. The pirate loved being watched like this, feeling the arousal of her audience thicken the air with delicious heat.
A second boot soon joined its fellow on the floor, revealing the second perfectly sculpted and muscular leg. Isabela ran her hands up the back of her legs as she stood upright once more. She tossed her hair back with a flick of her head but didn’t turn around straight away. Instead she took a moment to loosen the top of her tunic slightly, grinning to herself with the fun of all this. She turned back to the onlookers and bent down to blow a kiss, allowing them a marvellous view of her bust, straining to free itself from the laced white tunic. It was now clear that nothing more lay under her favourite garment, leading Aveline to wonder what kind of bizarre magic held those gigantic breasts so upright and firm…
The next item to go was the small silken scrap that counted for underwear. Isabela let them slide slowly down her leg, stepping out with one and lifting the other to flick the thong delicately to the side. A slight moist noise as they hit the ground betrayed her growing arousal and she chuckled at the raised eyebrows from her audience, moving to undo her corset next. She let the bottom of her tunic flick up for a moment, giving a glimpse of the bare skin beneath. She winked at Hawke.
The corset now gone, all the pirate had left was her white dress. With deliberate slow motions she raised her arms and began to pull it off over her head. Inch by inch her gorgeous Rivaini skin was revealed. The long legs leading up to curved hips, a slender waist topped by an impressive gravity-defying bust. A trace of her excitement just visible at the top of her thigh beneath a groin devoid of all hair. The garment pulled finally over her head, her dark mane cascaded down her back, still held from her face by the bandana she always wore. Her golden jewellery twinkled in the light and she stalked towards the bed like a cat hunting mice.
Hawke and Merrill sidled over to let the gorgeous pirate join them in the sheets, beckoning her to join in a sizzling kiss between the 3 of them. Gasping for breath, Hawke turned to Aveline who was sat in the chair still, looking a little stunned. “Won’t you join us now, Guard Captain?”
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