Adrianne Hawke saunters across the garden square in front of her mansion in Hightown, a spring deep in her step as she heads home. It had been an long day for her. Slavers had been killed, conflicts resolved, the city saved once again. A short order for someone with her reputation and skills, to be true but she had consoled herself with the thought of going home, being able to lounge herself out luxuriously, wearing her soft, silken house robe or, better yet, nothing at all. She had wandered through furious infernos, with coincidence and intuition as her only guides, and no hurdle was too high for her, not for someone who had learned to adjust to a life of blood and fire.
The sun had retreated behind the mountains hours ago, and she was certain that the estate would be quieter than a Chantry mouse when she arrived, silent and dark. She had hoped to come home in time to catch her Dalish Blood Mage before she fell asleep, having kept herself going on the promise that she could 'play' with Merrill after it all, but now, putting the key into the massive doors of their home and having it be closer to dawn than sunset, she knew that wasn't happening. Merrill should have long since gone to bed and she wasn't going to wake her up. She would have to content herself with going to the kitchen to find something to devour before going to bed and of course, being able to 'see' Merrill in the morning.
The noise of an opening door echos in the empty halls of the Hawke estate, and the pointed ears of one familiar elf of the Dales perks up.
Merrill sits up from the desk that she and Hawke share in their dining hall just in time to see her human stumble into the room. It had been dark for so very long and the blood mage had grown worried over the well-being of her lover. Not that Hawke couldn't manage whatever the city could throw at her, Merrill had seen her survive the deepest roads and the darkest caves of the world, but she was an anxious person and worried constantly, knowing full well that one wrong step and the noblewoman she loved with all of the strength in her heart would be lost forever.
"Ma Vhenan!" She cries, throwing her arms around the other mage as she enters the kitchen, burying her head into the scarred throat of the taller woman. "You were gone so long, I was beginning to fret for your safety."
Hawke gives a low, husky laugh, wrapping her arms around the elven girl. "I thought you'd be long since asleep." The pleasant warmth of her voice echoes into the tips of Merrill's ear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. "Why in the world are you still awake? The sun set hours ago."
"I was waiting for you." The words are muffled slightly by the warm skin of Hawke's throat that she was still firmly entrenched in.
"That doesn't sound healthy." She replies, wrapping an arm around Merrill's head. "At least tell me you ate without me?"
"I waited for you."
Hawke sighs, holding her equally endearing and frustrating elf. She was always silly and sweet and filled with concern for her when she should know very that Hawke would be just fine. It's adorable and lovable, but Hawke knows how little Merrill takes care of herself, and continually tells her that she will be just fine if Merrill has dinner without her. If it weren't for the Hawke, the Dwarf Prince and the Pirate Queen taking care of her, Merrill likely would have starved to death years ago from sheer forgetfulness.
"Darling, you can't keep doing this. I'll be just as well off if you go to bed before I get home."
"I can't sleep without you here. I'm too used to you holding me in the dark, curling up to your warm, soft skin when it's cold." Hawke smiles, unable to remain even frustrated with the lithe woman, even for her own safety. She has no idea how Anders and Fenris hate her so, she's simply just too adorable to be angry with. And the seductive way the firelight was flickering across her tattooed features was not helping matters in the least.
"You're so sweet, darling." Hawke chuckled, moving her mouth on further down the ears of the Dalish woman, wrapping her hands around the silken shirt of the elf, feeling the gently toned muscles. The fire wasn't the only seductive thing about the pointy eared girl. "But you know, I can think of something that will work much better than just holding you." She purrs, kissing at the sensitive skin that lay there. Maybe she can't be mad at Merrill for disregarding her own well-being, but perhaps there was something that she could do to punish her regardless. And she had come into the kitchen to find something to devour after all.
Merrill giggles in a girlish manner, moving her head to meet the lips of the human, humming her approval and sliding her leg up the back of Hawke's exposed thigh. There didn't seem to be a single problem with that idea.
Hawke lowers her hands, down onto the smoothed knees of the Pariah, down under her arse and hooking her legs onto the full curve of the noble's hips. Merrill makes a slight giggle, burying her mouth into Hawke's neck and kissing her with all of the loneliness and fear she had felt over the years, the very feelings that Hawke's love dispelled in her. Ever since the Dalish had moved in people had commented on how her neck was constantly covered in darkened bruises that Merrill covered in her in, a clear indication of her performance.
A noise sounds deep in the back of Hawke's throat in anticipation, pushing Merrill's back onto the dining table made of wood the shade of liquid amber. She lays the smaller woman out before her, pressing their hips into each other's and pressed their mouths together, mouths and teeth teasing her soft lips, tounge gliding teasingly inside.
"Hawke!" She whispers, pulling her mouth away slightly, letting a low moan loose as her human adjusted to the new situation, kissing the soft, supple skin of her throat. "We can't do this on your table!"
Merrill feels rather than hears the low laugh of the noble, the noise vibrating under her skin. "It's your table too, sweetness. Our table, in our house." Merrill blushed at her correction, still unused to hearing that it was her home, but very, very pleased at the improvement. "And why not?" Hawke's voice was almost unrecognizable in it's husky tone and her hairs stood on end at it. That tone was more and more familiar when it came to nights at the estate and it always meant good things. Very good things... "I can love you anywhere."
"Wha... what if... what if someone walks in on us?" Her protests came out in a stammering and babbling flow, finding it hard to keep her protests up with the passionate ministrations on her throat. "I... am not... explaining this... to your mother."
That laugh returned, making Hawke sound almost girlish for a moment. "She knows that I'm not innocent. What would she assume that we do on these nights where we stay up all night, and awaken with marks on our necks, unable to walk in a straight line? Make a cake?" Merrill returns the laugh in a bubbly manner, before her emotions whiplashes back down to deep arousal at the noble's movements. "She knows very well what we do together, and just how much I love you." Merrill's blush intensifies at that. She knew she would never tire of Hawke confessing and speaking her words of love and fidelity, no more than she would ever tire of returning them. "Now the question is," Hawke slides her head up and past her neck, moving her mouth into a pointed ears of the lithe woman, hand dancing wickedly down to her fiber belt. "Do you know just how much I love you?"
Merrill opens her mouth to reply, but the words are swallowed by her gasping as Hawke runs her nails down her navel, teasing open the waistband that concealed her womanhood from the world. Leaning in, she kisses the tip of the ears that had been so foreign before she had arrived in Kirkwall, and still struck her as exotic, almost alien, a part of the ethereal beauty of the pariah.
Merrill doesn't moan so much as gasp when the noble's mouth seals around the tip of her ear, letting the wet of her tounge taste the thin lines of her ear, slowly intensifying her ministrations until Merrill draws in a deep breath to give her a moan that could melt the hardest of hearts, the panting of her mouth begging to air. "Ohhh... Ma Vhenan..." Hawke smiles, running her nails along the line between the Pariah's wet slit and her navel, dragging them along the sensitive skin there, and Merrill groans at the ghosting sensation that makes chill bumps over her womanhood, raising her hips hopefully to push her hand downwards.
Hawke feels a tug of deep arousal at the hip's audacious movement, and does her best not to give in, although the pull of warmth deep in her chest makes that difficult. She reminds herself that this is all for Merrill's benefit, and continues suckling at the lobe of the Dalish, letting the soft heat tug harder and harder at the soft skin beneath Merrill's stomach, starving her with her own desires. She was never cruel to Merrill, particularly when it came to something as intimate as sex, but she knew from experience just how much teasing and dominance could increase her little minx's pleasure.
Merrill mewls and wraps her arms around her noble, unable to contain the warmth that was painting the burning circles in her chest. Hawke smiles, sliding her tongue inside the mouth of her lover for as long as her burning lungs allows, before pulling herself back out, resting her forehead against the elf's, feeling the panted breath of the pariah on her own.
Merrill takes a deep breath, groaning as Hawke infuriatingly lifts her hands away from her navel, reaching for the edge of her silken shirt. Merrill gives a small laugh, placing a slender hand in the middle of Hawke's breast. Hawke raises an eyebrow at her audacity and she purrs in satisfaction, lower her hands and lifting her own shirt up and discards it, letting it fall onto the floor and revealing the tight red and black corset underneath. "Mmm." The noise vibrates deep in Hawke's neck, a begging, starved noise of satisfaction. "You sexy little Dalish vixen." Merrill makes an appreciative noise of satisfaction, rolling her head back with her eyes closed and Hawke raises an eyebrow again. "You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?" A nod. "Mmm. Well in that case..." She lowers herself, putting her mouth to Merrill's sensitive earlobe, making the Dalish gasp at the warm breath in her ear. "You... are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life. I spend my days away from you thinking about all the filthy ways we are going to fuck." A shiver, the smaller woman quivers under the fierce heat of the words. "I desire nothing more in the entire world than to tear that tantalizing little corset off of your lithe body and devour your wet, slick little pussy and listen to you beg and scream my name as you slide yourself against my tongue, coming in my mouth, you filthy little knife-eared whore."
Hawke almost feels bad for calling her a whore for a moment, but it makes Merrill moan in anticipation and Hawke lifts herself and gives a lopsided smile as she strokes her laces, silently asking to see more and Merrill shakes her head, raising polished nails to the edge of the only shirt still being worn in the room. A smile widens, and the buttons on her tunic are pulled apart with a ferocious deftness, quickening unwinding her breastband and letting it fall limply to the floor. The blood mage makes an appreciative noise deep in her throat, and Hawke smiles at her lovingly as she slips her pants off, pulling her smallclothes with them, leaving her standing with nothing more than an unbuttoned jacket on, one hip swayed to the side.
Merrill bends her finger towards herself, beckoning the human towards her. The next moment, she was pounced by a flurry of tanned skin and black leathers, unable to tell her apart from her love. Hawke's hands pull at her, sliding and teasing her pale skin, fine nails tracing her skin so gently she almost can't feel it. Then they are lower, tickling at her hip, then pulling her waistband down as far as her arms reach, just enough for the noble's foot to lift up and pull them the rest of the way down. Merrill opens her mouth, but Hawke puts a finger to her lips. "Lie down on the table and don't you say another word. I'm going to make you come until you can't breathe."
She swallows hard and nods, spreading her long, luxurious legs for her lover. "That's it pretty girl. Touch yourself for me. Yes that's it. Rub your little clit for me. Mmm, there's a good girl." Merrill rubs herself, not taking her corset off of her womanhood, letting her lover see just how wet she was as the bottom of it soaks through, leaving a teasing slick trail.
The noble gets on her knees, licking her lips into a glistening shine. "Come here beautiful, let mamma Hawke get a taste." She smiles as the pariah offers her hand, glistening and exquisite fingers gleaming with the fluid of her womanhood, taking them in her mouth and Merrill gives a small moan as her tongue glides along her finger, sucking the moon juices off of her hand. Merrill moans, her free hand drifting to her breast, tweaking her nipple, twisting it into a hardened peak. The noble moves the hand out of her mouth and crawls towards her lover on her hands and knees, pressing her mouth closer to the womanhood of the Dalish. Merrill gasps and intertwines her hand in Hawke's hair, groaning as the panted breath breezes over her.
Hawke lifts her hand up, pulling the corset away from that teasing wetness that had formed at the Dalish's womanhood. She gives a smile up at her lover that Merrill doesn't see, her lavender dusted eyes already shut in anticipation. Hawke smiles even wider and leans forward, placing a dainty kiss on her clit.
The moan that Merrill gives comes from the deepest depths in her chest and lets loose a torrent of incoherent words that Hawke knows means that she is begging for pleasure. Hawke's smile grows wider and she leans in, planting a flurry of kisses on the slick of her elf's sex. Merrill's moaning intensifies, pulling Hawke as close to her as she can, pleading with whimpers and rambling, unintelligible words with a mix of elvish thrown in.
"Don't get yourself too excited, darling." Hawke says, pulling ever so slightly out of her sex, although the words still vibrate slightly under Merrill's skin. "We haven't even started yet."
Merrill nods dazedly, and pulls Hawke towards her again. The noble's grin seems about to crack her face, and she lets her tongue loose onto the sex of the Dalish like a hurricane of energy. Merrill gives a breathless, shuttering gasp as wetness reaches wetness, trying to repress her moaning to keep Hawke from thinking that she cannot control her own pleasure.
That doesn't last much longer once Hawke decides to escalate her efforts, letting her lips seal around Merrill's clit, sucking and pulling her moon juices out of her. She screams, voice cracking under the warmth of her lover's mouth. "Hawke... pleease." She moans, begging for her release.
"Please what, darling? Finish your sentences." Hawke giggles, hoping that Merrill will crack under this, wanting to turn her into a sobbing, trembling mess.
Merrill sobs slightly, letting the air loose from her lungs with a cry of pleasure, dropping her hands from her breasts, and yanks on the back of Hawke's head, draping her legs onto her shoulders, forcing Hawke into her sex. "Please... make me come."
Her heart melts at that and she can't resist Merrill's request, pressing her tongue as deep inside of her Dalish's wet slit, alternating between sucking her delicate nub of nerves and lavishing her tongue across all of the wet, pink slit. Merrill is so warm and wet, glistening with her juices in the blazing red firelight as Hawke sucks them off of her, draggging her tongue with all of the passion she has in her body as she devours Merrill, making an almost lapping sound as she sucks her lover's sex. "Oh... creators." The voice is labored and wanting as Hawke gives her one final assault on her womanhood.
Merrill shrieks, falling backwards onto the table and almost slamming her head into it's amber surface as she draws in short, sharp breaths, releasing Hawke's butch-cut hair to grip the dges of the table, using her feet to press the noble's head in as far as it will go, feeling herself nearing the edge as she bucks her hips slightly in time to the movement of Hawke's mouth.
Hawke isn't about to make it any easier, slowly sliding in a single finger through her pulsing womanhood that is completely drenched in her juices, intending to shove her completely over the edge.
Finally, she can't take it anymore, giving one final, exquisite moan as her back violently arches, the entirety of her body thrashing with the force of her completion, fiercely thrusting her hips onto Hawke's tongue, fucking her mouth. Her hands clench painfully around the table, bending it slightly around her grasp as she holds onto it with the full explosive force of her orgasm. After several moments of her continued pleasure, she collapses onto the table, unable to stop shaking.
Hawke smiles as she raises herself away from the elf's sex, wiping her juices off of her her, moving her wet and warm fingers into her mouth to get the final bit of love out of her Merrill. She feels unbelievably proud as she watches Merrill, collapsed onto the table, panting, gasping and moaning, whispered words of love and devotion under her breath, eyes shut as she moves and writhes, looking well and truly fucked.
"Ohhh... Ma Vhenan. Emma sa'vhenan'ara." Merrill whispers in a laboured, amazed tone, still unable to believe this massive pleasure that Hawke provides her each and every night, that she is capable of feeling this amazing love she has in her heart and sex.
Hawke leans down, picking up their discarded clothes and pulls the pants she has around her ankles off, piling them all in her arms so mother wouldn't find a breastband in her chair. That would be awkward to explain, to say the least.
Merrill sits up, creaking the table as she forces herself back into the world of the living. "We should not have done that on our table." She groans as she rests her hands on her knees, blinking hard to dispel the stars that cloud her vision.
Then Hawke is all over her, picking her up by the back and wraps her in the warm, waiting arms and kisses her, moaning her desire into her mage's mouth, making Merrill giggle back before pushing all of her love and loneliness through her lips and tongue.
"I doubt you would have said that before you came all over it." Hawke grins a knowing, lopsided smile after she comes up for air, feeling deeply satisfied at Merrill's pleasure. She did wished it had lasted longer to be fair, but what else could she expect from her teasing and dominance?
Merrill blushes, her ears dropping slightly in embarrassment as she stands up, wobbling slightly. Hawke smiles and wraps an arm around her. "Come on." Hawke says. "Let's go upstairs so we can... continue without ruining another table."
Merrill rolls her eyes but smiles widely as she curls into Hawke's warm side. "Alright Ma Vhenan, but I may have to lean on you. Just in case."
Hawke smiles and leans down, scooping her Dalish into her arms and smiles at her surprised gasp. "I don't find a problem with that." She whispers into Merrill's ear.
They had hardly reached their room before Merrill had gotten amorous again, reaching up and cupping her human's face, dancing her tongue inside her warm mouth. Hawke moans into her kiss and Merrill deepens it, wanting to hear it again. She gets her wish.
Hawke can't trust herself to hold Merrill while kissing her. Not wanting to drop her, she pushes Merrill into the wall in her entry way. She slams her much harder than she intended but Merrill doesn't seem to mind, reciprocating her moans as their tongues work their magic on each other. True to her fears, Hawke's hands fail her, dropping their bundled clothes onto the floor, so she resorts to using her hips and thighs to keep the Blood Mage pinned.
Merrill moans as her human works her as hard as possible, intensifying the already searing kiss, making her want to scream and beg for her pleasure as her sex grows wetter and she can begin to smell it, making her ears tinge red and burn to think that someone, anyone, could smell her when she was like this and still want her. She thinks she smells awful and always feels so awkward when she can smell herself but it makes Hawke want her, starving her with the erotic perfume of Merrill's womanhood.
Merrill squirms and Hawke sets her down, leaving a wet kiss on the top of her forehead and turns to shut the door, feeling a sense of euphoria at the prospect of being caught in such an intimate position with Merrill with the door wide open for prying eyes. Not that anyone was awake at this hour, but the simple idea turns her on even more.
She strips off her overcoat as she turns back towards Merrill, seeing the Blood Mage standing by a chair that she has pulled up by the raging flames of her firepit. "Come sit by the fire Ma Vhenan." She purrs in a husky tone that leaves Hawke's loins begging for pleasure.
"I thought we were going to bed."Hawke teases, swaying her hip to the side, biting her lip. She truly wants Merrill, right here, right this fucking instant, but she knows teasing and drawing out the moment will do nothing more than make her completion all the sweeter. She's a domme right to the core and sometimes that hurts worse than it pleases.
"Are you going to dare to question me, Emma Vhenan?" Merrill murmurs in her silky voice that makes Hawke even more eager. Hawke swallows and shakes her head, obeying her mistress and sits in the wooden chair she has so graciously provided for her pleasure, feeling her clit swell in pure desire. "That's what I thought."
That voice. Oh god, that voice. That beautiful, sexy accented trembles as she feels something tying her hands behind her back, tightly binding her against the chair. "Oh, maker's blood Merrill. I love you." She whispers, writhing against the rope that holds her down. "I want you."
Merrill giggles. "Are those restraints on properly?"
"Mmm-hmm. You're so good to me, my little mistress." Hawke replies wryly, smiling up at her lover from her chair. Merrill leans down and kisses her neck, sending a heavy pulse between both of their legs. Merrill is nervous beyond anything she knew was possible, and hopes that Hawke enjoys herself. She knows how much she loves it when Hawke does this to her, certainly, but she is always nervous of being clumsy and awkward, of disappointing her Hawke. But her Hawke deserves better than her simple vanilla acts of love, deserves the same starvation of desires that makes her wet and squirm, the same pleasure she provides Merrill.
Merrill continues to lean down and gives Hawke a gentle bite on the neck, a light nibble that she slowly deepens, sinking her teeth into the tanned skin of her noble and Hawke groans. She can barely feel the nibble after all of her long years of hunting and of war, but her teeth still tingle against the soft, supple skin of her throat, dragging and making her stomach drop in anticipation of her main course.
"Do you want to... frolic with me, Hawke?" Merrill whispers, her own clit swelling out of it's hood at her desire. Hawke nods, looking up at her with wide, wanting eyes. Big and black in her lust.
Merrill walks in front of her love, dragging her finger tips along Hawke's mouth, sinking her teeth into her own lower lip. "Am I going to get a lapdance from my pretty elf?" Hawke asks wryly as her eyes run appreciatively along Merrill's form. "It's not even my birthday." Merrill smiles wryly at the pleasant memory of her performance for Hawke's celebration. 'Payment for forgetting a gift', Hawke had called it on that day, and she had never heard the human scream louder.
Merrill wants to giggle, be playful and tell Hawke that she loves her, but she feels that that violates their adopted roles. So instead she fixes Hawke with a stare that makes her shiver and squirm in her chair under it's hot intensity. "Did I give you permission to speak?" She asks slyly, her voice silky and smooth and she purrs in her wanting tone. Hawke shakes her head, eyes dropping slightly in mock sorrow. "That's what I thought little Hawke. If you can't be obedient, maybe I should just leave you there, all trussed up. We could see how long it takes you to crack, Ma Vhenan." Hawke looks mournful for Merrill, eyes silently begging for her not to leave. "No? You aren't fond of that idea?" Hawke shakes her head, not daring to talk. "Then perhaps you ought to behave yourself and you should get it into your beautiful little head right now: I am in charge. If you won't follow orders, then I won't fuck you at all. Understand, Ma Vhenan?"
A deep swallow, and Hawke nods enthusastically, sinking her teeth deep into her lower lip. She doesn't dare any other movement for fear of violating her role. Merrill hasn't punished her for that, and it seems that sticking with what she knows will keep her mistress happy is the best course of action, tied up and at the mage's mercy.
The mage drapes her leg over her human's hip, drifting her mouth to the noble's ear. "You had better be an obedient little girl." Her teeth pass over the silky soft lines of cartilage. "So I'll tell you exactly what to do. You are going to sit there, and you aren't going to say anything while I love you. You can moan and groan all you like, but I don't want a single word out of you. And you don't want to know what I'll do to you if you so much as think of touching me, dirty little Shem." It's not a question, it's an order, with no room for any sort of denial or questioning. The soft breath on Hawke's cheek is enough to make her shiver, let alone the wetness of her mouth on Hawke's ear or the warm skin that presses into her.
And then Merrill is all over her, kneeling in front of her, dragging her tongue all along Hawke's chest, dropping herself into the noble's navel, forcing her legs open, not that it took much effort in all honesty, pressing a kiss into her sex and feeling her clit expand under her lips. Her hands feel like fire, running along Hawke's lengths and touching her skin, fingers burning like sparks as her noble's chest compresses and tightens on her fingertips.
Hawke's eyes are closed in pleasure, leaning into her Dalish's passionate movements, when the finger finds her chin lifting her head up. Her eyes flutter open to find Merrill standing there before her, giving the human a fierce, hot gaze. "Am I not beautiful enough for you, that you must close your eyes?" Hawke groans, caught between a rock and a spike. If she speaks, she'll violate her role and be punished, but if she doesn't say anything, Merrill might be offended and leave her there, tied up and unpleased.
Merrills huffs, not satisfied with her noble's wordless noises. She knows very well how much her Hawke thinks she is the most beautiful thing in the entirety of Thedas, but she needs more leverage over the noble to make her bend to her will, to surrender, to submit. "Perhaps this will ignite your passions, my little Hawke." Hawke swallows hard and looks at Merrill as she steps back, hands gliding to her back, slowly pulling apart the cords that keep it held up so tight, until it leaves only her high, perfectly round breasts to hold her corset up.
Hawke whimpers when she drops her hands down. "Well, that certainly got us excited, didn't it?" Merrill teases as she watches her human struggle against her restraints, groaning in pure, unadulterated lust. "Do you want to see the rest?"
An infuriating question. She knows goddamn well Hawke that wants to see everything, to shove her on that bed behind her and make her scream loud enough that the fucking empress in Orlais could hear her. "Please." Is all she says.
"Please what?" Merrill grins at her opening, swaying a hip to the side. "Finish your sentences, Emma Vhenan."
Hawke slams her foot into the leg of the chair in frustration, whimpering in desire. "You know exactly what I want." She whispers. She knows it's the wrong thing to say and that Merill might leave her sitting there, but she can't stop herself. Her pariah is being so damned frustrating.
"What was that, Hawke?" Merrill purrs, returning her finger to her noble's chin. "I could have sworn I heard some insolence coming from your dirty little whore mouth."
Merrill can't believe she just said that, to Hawke of all people, but it works. She can smell Hawke's sex and it somehow grows even more wet at Merrill's dominance. "Please mistress, take off your corset for me, please."
Merrill smiles, moving her hands to the top of her breasts. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it Ma Vhenan?" And then she pulls it down and Hawke's breath betrays her, abandoning her lungs. By the maker, she is gorgeous, with her perfect breasts that sit so high up on her chest, her beautiful and exotic vallaslin coiling around her entire body like vines, twisting around her curves in a testimate of her endurance and strength.
She giggles at the human's reaction and, holding her noble's full and undivided attention, lowers the rest of her small clothes, basking in Hawke's wanting, feral stare of sheer desire as she steps out of the crumbled pile of her corset. This is the best part, the drawing out of the moment, building and build her Hawke's anticipation of that moment when she sees the stars and feels able to fly. Well, maybe that isn't fair, the best part is when Hawke does this to her but it's a very close second.
Hawke doesn't feel right. She can survive wars, face down a legion of bandits and come away without so much as a scratch, but right here, right now she sweats and feels lightheaded, dizzy and oh, so passionate. She isn't completely certain her little minx would survive if she were to untie her right now, with how much she wants Merrill. Her legs are so long and elegant, her breasts so high and soft, her pale skin is illuminated by the warm blaze of the firelight. She makes a high, wanting noise of desire and Merrill giggles.
"Well?" She purrs, raiding her hands above her head, stretching in a seductive way that puts her breasts on prominent display, bending her knees slightly to display her strong thigh muscles. "Aren't you going to worship my body?"
"Merrill." Comes the whimpering reply of awe. "You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the entire world. There aren't enough words to express how absolutely amazing and perfect you are, my love, my queen, my goddess."
She giggles and gets down on her hands and knees, crawling towards her noble and Hawke groans again at her teasing little movements. Everything about her Mage is perfect, from the way her body forms, to the way she talks, to the way she moves. How could anyone be so effortlessly perfect?
Merrill works her way upward her noble, starting by taking Hawke's toes in her mouth, sucking on their long and powerful surface, before abandoning them and leaving a trail of shivery kisses on her legs, working her way up, completely ignoring the taller woman's sex as she kisses her thighs and then up to her chest, leaving a thin trail of saliva on her to mark her conquering. She makes her way onto her breasts, but stops just under the sensitive nerves of her tit, pulling her mouth away.
Hawke crys out in a frustrated whimper and Merrill feels a wave of deep satisfaction. She's clearly doing something right, with Hawke that full of lust. She sits and straddles Hawke's lap, grinding herself well into the curve of her womanhood, providing a tantalizing glimpse of what her release might feel like, wrapping her arms around her human as she settles back down.
"Tell me you love me," Merrill whispers, gazing into her Hawke's azure eyes. This might be an incredibly romantic moment, if it weren't for Hawke being trussed up and panting and sweating in anticipation like a dog. "And I'll tell your womanhood how much I love her."
"I love you." Hawke whispers as she gazes into her lover's eyes of deep green, the same amazing colour of her beloved forests. "You are the light of my life. I love you with all of the intensity of the sun my love, my heart, my soul."
Merrill giggles, leaning in and presses her lips to Hawke's, letting the tip of her tongue taste Hawke's before venturing back into her own mouth. A tease, a tag, a dare for Hawke to follow her back home. Hawke does indeed follow, taking dominance when she can't find any elsewhere pressing into the pariah's mouth, shoving her tongue down Merrill's throat. Creators, but it feels good. She sits and enjoys Hawke's attention for a moment before shaking off her pleasure and taking the dominance back. It's even better in her mouth, with her tongue in her Hawke's throat. "I love you too Ma Vhenan." She says when she finally pulls back, trying not to gasp too hard for breath. "Want me to show you how much?"
A nod, and Merrill leans back, raising her hands to Hawke's breasts. "Perhaps I'll start with your beautiful tits Ma Vhenan." She purrs, squeezing her soft skin, trailing her fingers over the areolas of her breasts. "So soft, so warm. Beautiful." She whispers, crushing the muscles, making a point of her nipple. "I think I'll suck on them until you scream"
"Mmm, thank you mistress." She replies, a cheeky tone in her voice that quickly disappears.
"Did I command you to speak?" Merrill asks, an almost threatening tone in her voice. Hawke swallows and shakes her head. "That's what I thought, whore." She can't believe she called Hawke that, but Hawke loves that word, loves being submissive and controlled by her love, loves to be completely overwhelmed by her Merrill with dominance. After all, Merrill can justify it by all of the times where she has called Merrill a 'knife-eared whore' while fucking her arse before swearing her love and fidelity after she finished. Besides, she's the one who introduced BDSM to her innocent little elf, and she is just going to have to accept it when Merrill wants to wield the whip instead.
Merrill very firmly grasps the tits of her Hawke and, slowly but surely, twists and pulls on them in equal measures, until Hawke groans at how far they are, releasing a pained whimper only moments later as the colour leaves them as Merrill pulls on them. "Your punishment." Is all she says, pulling them as far as they will go before releasing them, red and swollen.
Then she slips a leg to the floor, kneeling down and letting Hawke enjoy the warm breath on her skin, if only for a moment. Then she squeezes Hawke's tit, pushing it through her finger tips and presses her lips to Hawke's nipple, and smiles as the human cries out sharply, warm and soft lips on her erect peak of a breast, a taut nub hardened specifically for the elf girl.
Merrill's suck is strong and her mouth is wet and warm. Hawke can hear the Dalish humming in her enjoyment and pleasure, feeling it echo and vibrate over her skin, in her flesh and bones and her desire burns bright all over her body, spreading from her breasts and sex and spreading until she is fully ready to give herself over, willing to beg and scream, anything for her release.
"Please." Is all she manages, knowing her mistress will not like it, but she has to. It escapes her lungs, a burning word on her lips. Merrill smiles and moves to the other breast, mouth and teeth catching her other nipple, filling her with heat and tension, the other breast hard and sore, throbing with abandonment as the cool night air meets hot flesh.
Merrill just smiles, deciding to forgive her mistake. Afterall, she knows that she would do the same, were she the one tied up in a chair. So instead she simply continues her minstrations on Hawke's breast, letting her noble enjoy the warmth and love of her mouth, content to listen to her sighs and moans of enjoyment.
Then she pulls away completely, smiling in satisfaction at Hawke's pathetic whimper of protest, both of her breasts sore and throbing. Then Merrill gets on her knees, letting loose a warm breath onto her wet sex. "Are you ready, Ma Vhenan?"
Hawke groans, lifting her legs over Merrill's shoulders and wrapping herself around her neck. "Maker, yes." She whispers, wanting, needing, any sort of sensation, a touch or a kiss by her Pariah. Her body demanded it, making her breast ache and her clit was burning in neglect, but she was bound, unable to furfill it on her own.
"I don't think you meant that, Ma Vhenan." A taunt, a tease. She knows Hawke meant it with every fibre in her being, but she wants to hear it, to make the human submit completely to her. "Beg for it."
"Oh my god Merrill." She gasps, throwing her head back in frustration, eyes closed in anticipation. "Please, oh please, I want, no, I need you to make me come, right this fucking instant you wanton little Minx."
Merrill giggles, knowing she has accomplished what she wanted, and puts her lips to Hawke's sex. Her smile grows even wider when she hears Hawke's shriek of pleasure as she sucks on the soaked bundle of swollen nerves. "Ohhh... Merrill."
Merrill raises her finger to Hawke's entrance, pushing slowly inside, feeling the skin sink around her hand, Hawke's come glistening and spreading onto her nails as she forces her way through the soft, pink skin of her sex.
They both groan when they find how wet she is, Hawke making a loud and almost pained noise at her fulfillment. It had been torture, sitting there, completely naked before her elf with a glistening womanhood while the younger woman tortured her. During her previous teasings, she had been unbound, allowed to touch herself. Even when she had been bound during other acts of love, Merrill hadn't spent so much time teasing her, not giving her time to lust too much after the elf before the sensations came. But here and now, with the two combined, she is unable to control herself. Were she not tied to the chair, she would force Merrill onto the bed and grind herself into her sex until they both came.
Hawke thrashes in the chair, throwing her back forward in an arch, moaning and groaning in pleasure. She's usually the one who lasts longer of the two, but Merrill's torture has left her a red faced mess of lust that only grows worse when Merrill adds an extra finger, and then another, still sucking attentively on the sensitive nub. She can't take it, they both know she's only a few precious instants away from completion.
Then Merrill stops and Hawke shrieks in frustrated anticipation. She had been so fucking close and now she had been denied her completion. She feels tears under her eyelids, wanting to break out crying at her refusal of an orgasm. She would do fucking anything if Merrill would just return to her knees and finish her. Anything in the entire world that she desires, just if she would get down again and make her come harder than she thought possible. "Merrill." Is all she can manage.
"Yes?" She says sweetly in a sing song tone, standing up after unwrapping Hawke's legs from her. "Do you want something, Ma Vhenan?"
Hawke shakes in her chair out of desire and lust, denial of her orgasm. "You know fucking well what I want." She hisses.
Merrill wiggles a finger in front of Hawke's face. "Watch that tone, love, or I'll just leave you sitting there, tied up and spasming in your chair, all soaked in your own juices."
"I'll do anything." She whispers, red faced with a sob in her tone.
"Anything? My, but that's a lot of power." She teases, straddling her Hawke's lap. "Tell me you love me."
Hawke groans, kissing Merrill's neck, hoping to do something, anything, for her completion. "I love you Merrill." She whispers. "I love you more than anyone could ever, ever understand. When the maker made me for you, he forgot to give the world enough words to describe how wonderful, how utterly amazing you are. I will love you until the day the world ends and I will do anything, anything for you my love."
A giggle, girlishly high as Merrill moves her mouth to Hawke's neck, kissing the soft skin that lays there. "I love you just as much, Hawke." She whispers and then she bites Hawke while her hand enters her, finding that rough, ultra sensitive patch of skin but completely ignoring her clit.
Hawke shrieks in both pleasure and disappointment. She is unspeakably grateful for the pleasure, but her clit burns and aches, screaming for release. "Please." Is all she whispers.
Merrill giggles and, knowing she herself doesn't have the willpower to deny her love any longer, slips onto her knees as she presses the fingers from her other hand onto the ready and waiting bundle of nerves.
Hawke screams as she finds completion, her sex throbbing and pulsing in pleasure as her lust is burned away in a flood of love and sex. Merrill draws away her fingers as she watches Hawke orgasm, looking up in awe as she watches Hawke complete, a rush of pride filling her, knowing that she made Hawke feel this amazing. She starts in suprise when she feels liquid splash on her face, but smiles when she looks down and realizes it was her Hawke, hips jerking as she comes, clear liquid squirting from her. She is always so proud when she makes Hawke squirt, knowing that it was her and her along who had given the noble so much pleasure that her sex couldn't contain it.
She stands up and straddles her Hawke's lap once more as her noble relaxes, head slumped in exhaustion. "Hawke." She whispers, placing two slender fingers on her cheek, lifting the human's head to look at her. "Look at me."
Her eyes slowly open as the world returns to her, blinking the white hot of the void and the starts of her pleasure out of her eyes, seeing the most beautiful woman in the entire world as she returns to reality. "Yes, love?" She says, voice husky and wanting.
"Welcome back." She replies happily, reaching back behind her human, finding the rope that holds her down and gently unties them from her wrists, finding a tiny bit of blood from where she struggled against the bindings. She takes Hawke's wrists gently, and pushes peaceful blue threads of healing energies into them, leaving little more than a white line that will be gone by morning... provided she doesn't do anything else to them until then...
Her thoughts are interrupted when Hawke takes her hands back, warping them around her Dalish, pushing the tip of her tongue inside of Merrill's mouth and moves deeper, wrapping herself around her mage's tongue. Merrill moans in pleasure and happily offers her love back. She feels so proud of herself, having made Hawke come that much.
That is, until she yelps in surprise as Hawke picks her up, wrapping her fingers under Merrill's arse and folds her into the human's big, strong arms. She takes the Dalish up, stumbling to the bed and pushing her into the soft sheets. "You.." She breathes in a husky, feral tone that makes Merrill's blood boil, pressing her sex into Merrill's. "Are going to pay for every... last... instant... you tortured me."
Merrill swallows hard and, looking into those feral eyes of her Hawke, she knows she is in deep trouble now.
Will post the other half later, but I wanted to finish this story before February ended. Work and school are bearing hard on my and I wasn't sure if I could finish it before the end of the month. Much more Lesbian Love and Kinky Sex to come, I promise.
Ma Sa'vhenan'ara: My heart's only desire.