Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Dragon Age 2!" BioWare holds the goods.
Author's notes: On with the Hawke and Isabela adventures, with Merrill in tow. And two kids. Heheh.
CharlieBarrow: Thanks for keeping everyone in character. And the input for this chapter :P
QueenTyzula: Enjoy the sin! :P
"Catching the Wind"
Chapter seventeen "Isabela gets arrested"
-Two years later, in Kirkwall's Hightown Marketplace…..
"You're Champion Hawke's woman? You don't look like much."
Isabela whirled around, eyes narrowing. The noblewoman that had flung the insult was wearing an elaborately embroidered dress that covered all of her skin. Isabela smirked at her, knowing her looks topped, and she had the mating mark to show it.
"And mated. Keep that in mind," Isabela laughed. She looked over a merchant's wares, resolving to leave the market as quickly as she could. The noblewoman fumed and put a hand on her hip.
"Mated alphas still need release. If you're not giving it to her, I can. I've lain with her before," the woman scoffed. Isabela whirled, mind red as her fist came up. The woman screeched as it made contact with her cheek, and she went down on her ass, nice dress scuffed up on the cobblestones. Isabela stood smirking, rubbing her fist, until the noble rat screeched, alerting city guardsmen to the tussle. GREAT.
"That THING struck me! I want her arrested! "the woman pointed, one hand cradling her red cheek. At the very least, Isabela prayed it would purple and bruise. Isabela raised her palms to the guardsmen, a man and a woman in armor she didn't know too well. She tried a winning smile.
"I'm Hawke's mate. Perhaps we can come to some kind of arrangement…."
The guardsmen looked to each other, undecided, but the noblewoman began screeching. "Arrest her! What are you waiting for? NOW!"
The man and woman sighed and gently took Isabela by the wrists. "Just come with us, ma'am. We'll get this sorted out."
Isabela went with them easily enough. Hawke would be at the barracks. She'd sort everything out; nothing to worry about. When she felt cold iron manacles restrain her wrists, a thrill of dread rushed through the pirate.
'FUCK. ME.' She thought, shooting daggers at the self-righteous noble sow. When she got back out, she knew who she'd be hunting down first.
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Meanwhile, at the Hawke estate…
Loud breathing filled the bedroom. Merrill was in her favorite place, spread on the wide bed, her thighs around Hawke's waist. The Champion was pressing heated kisses across her torso, pausing to lick and suck at a hard nipple as she thrust carefully into her. The boys were down for a nap and Hawke had led her girlfriend by the hand to the master's bedchamber. Her elf's giggles brightened Hawke's world as she undressed and gently lifted Merrill onto the bed.
Now she was wound as tight as a spring coil, trying to keep her thrusts languid and slow. Hawke had pressed Merrill to a hard orgasm already; sitting back on her heels, looking down to where they were joined, one thumb pressing the hard ridge of the elf's clit had been immensely satisfying. Now Hawke was strained; she wanted to come, but she needed more…power behind her thrusts. More than Merrill probably could take.
The sweet kisses Merrill pressed across her face as she slowed her thrusts didn't help matters. Hawke gave her a weak smile and her hips stuttered out of rhythm. Merrill gave a yelp beneath her as Hawke thrust abit too hard. Hawke saw the look of discomfort immediately and stopped, heart in her throat.
"Maker! I didn't hurt you, did I?!" Hawke demanded. She trailed soft fingers across the elf's face, wishing her eyes would open. When Merrill did open her eyes, she saw abject guilt all over her Champion's face. Merrill's heart lightened. She kissed Hawke, feeling the pent-up tension coiled in her muscles.
"No….but…..I think you're needing abit more from Isabela," Merrill offered. Hawke tried to protest, but Merrill kissed her lips sweetly. "Then come back to me…"
Hawke couldn't disagree with that. She withdrew, cock bobbing, and sat back on her heels, wincing. She was pretty hard, but her lust had receded at the moment of discomfort she'd caused. She could handle herself until she found her mate. "I'm sorry," Hawke couldn't help but say. She rubbed a warm hand affectionately along Merrill's open thigh. Merrill clutched the covers to her breasts as she watched her mate's naked body rise off the mattress, eyeing her.
"Going to market?" Merrill asked. Hawke stepped into her trousers, wincing as she tucked her cock inside.
"Yes. That's where Bela said she was going." Hawke came back to the bed, shirtless and smiling. Merrill's heart stuttered, and she twined her arms around Hawke's neck, accepting the kiss the Champion pressed on her.
"I'll bring her home. Keep the boys busy 'til we're back; it won't be long," Hawke promised. Merrill's heart warmed, thinking of Hawke's sons asleep in the other room. She loved them as if she'd carried them herself.
"I will," Merrill promised. Hawke went in search of her tunic, flashing a disheveled smile to the naked elf. All too soon, she was dressed and heading for the door. Alone, Merrill's hand eased up and down her belly, as she sighed over the encounter. Hawke had gotten her off so well that she was loath to leave their bed. Merrill sighed and got up to dress in case Falcon or Lark woke and went in search of her.
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Hawke couldn't find Isabela anywhere.
She'd looked all over Hightown market, along the docks, even in Lowtown and the Hanged Man. Varric hadn't seen her, and no one had any information. Hawke ran a hand through her bangs, hissing with frustration. Her lust had receded back, and her shift had softened, but it didn't mean she wasn't still concerned.
Where WAS her mate? Hawke's feet turned toward the guardsman barracks. The junior officers were rife with gossip, so maybe they had an idea where her pirate queen was.
Two of the men on guard at the door were talking in low tones but snapped to attention noticing her. Hawke gave a salute and went into the building.
"Where's the captain?" Hawke asked one of the guardswoman. She blushed and pointed in the direction of the cells. Hawke stalked that way, armor clanking slightly with her long strides. Inside the long corridor room of barred cells, Hawke saw two guardsmen push a new captive in and lock the door.
Aveline turned and Hawke strode forward. Her eyes darted from her friend to the woman in the cell and her jaw dropped. Her walk hastened to running and she clutched the bars standing between Isabela and herself.
"What is this?! Is this a trick? It's a poor one…you're putting Isabela in a cell. My Isabela."
"Believe me, THIS is a surprise," Isabela lamented to her mate. Hawke's hands passed over hers as they clutched the bars between them.
Hawke scowled, whirling to her friend. "What's the meaning of this?!"
Aveline was not impressed. "The whore struck a noble in broad daylight."
Isabela had been pretty good about the whole exchange, but she bristled now. "WHORE?!"
Aveline settled her gloved hand on the hilt of her sword, unimpressed. "Striking nobility over a few words; I'd call that uncouth behavior."
Isabela hissed at the unperturbed captain. "She kept throwing in my face she fucked Hawke! You'd do the same if some bit was gloating about fucking Donnic."
Aveline flushed this time. "You leave my husband out of this, slattern!" She paused to collect herself. "You'll have to cool your heels here until the court proceedings are done. Or the lady drops her charges. Whichever comes first."
Hawke flushed unhappily. Bureaucracy could always take forever, and she had no idea if Lady Winship would WANT to drop her charges. She had been a fine conquest in her running around days, but apparently, she'd held a grudge at being dumped. "Can't you let her stay at home under house arrest or something?!"
Aveline gave her a begrudging smile of a put-upon older sister. "I told you all that running around the past few years was going to get you somehow in the end."
"Aveline!" Hawke pouted at her but was dumbstruck when the captain reached out and flicked her fingers on her forehead. "Ow!"
"Don't be an idiot, Hawke."
Hawke growled, fists clenched, but her mate's fingers over hers stopped from a fight. "Hold on, my sweet thing. I'll be here all wrapped up for you to take home. Hopefully that's soon. Or whenever her ladyship deigns to unlock this door!"
Aveline ignored the intended slight.
Hawke sighed. She pressed her brow to the bars. There was a wide enough gap that their faces could touch easily, and they kissed shortly. The warm feel of her mate's lips pressed warmth through Hawke's mind. She whined unhappily.
"The boys are gonna miss you. I'LL miss you," she whispered. Isabela reached up to cup the back of her head, fingers sliding through the short dark hairs at the base of her neck. They were pressed so close to the bars that body heat was shared, and Isabela raised an eyebrow at the extra nudge below.
"I guess you really will miss me," she pouted. Hawke remembered her arrested lust and she glowered. Of course this would happen. How was she going to get any relief with her mate locked away?
"Don't….don't worry about me. I'll save it for you," Hawke murmured. Isabela kissed her sweetly.
"I know you will," she said, smiling.
A cough came from the cell next door. "I never thought I'd see the Champion of Kirkwall reduced to mush."
Isabela laughed at the woman. "Leave off, woman. I'm saying goodnight to my sweet thing."
"Yeah yeah yeah…."
"Come on, Hawke. You've got to leave," Aveline said. Hawke glowered at her. She pressed a few sweet kisses to her mate's lips between the bars. "My Isabela, my love, my queen…."
Aveline coughed. "Cut the theatrics, Hawke. Time to go home. She'll still be here."
Hawke raised a fist, her wordless angry gesture rolling off the captain's broad shoulders. As her Champion left the hall of cells, Isabela regrettably sat on the edge of the hard cot, hands between her knees.
It was going to be a long night.
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"Papa's home!" Lark called. He and his brother were ahead of Merrill and Bodahn to greet her at the door. Hawke leaned to hug her sons, trying to smile. Merrill noticed before they did that something was wrong, and she tilted her head in curiosity.
Hawke's eyes were sad as they met the elf's.
"Where's Mama?" Falcon asked, peeking behind Hawke as if his mother was playing a game. Hawke handed Bodahn her cloak and knelt to her pup's level.
"Mama…..had to see Auntie Aveline at the jail. But she'll be home soon!"
"When? Tonight?" Falcon was adamant. Lark watched his sire with wide green eyes.
"Jail? Oh, Hawke," Merrill said softly. "What happened?"
Hawke hugged her boys, flashing that guilty look to her girlfriend. "She got into a scrape with someone and she got arrested…. Don't worry, boys! It won't be long, and Papa will take care of things."
"Arres….." Falcon bit his lower lip as he tried to sound out the word. He cast a confused look to his brother. "Whas that, Papa?"
Hawke rubbed his small back and stooped to smile in his face. "It….it means your Mama did something she wasn't supposed to and has to answer for it…."
"Sumthin' bad?" Lark asked curiously. Hawke nodded, wincing. "Like stealing Orana's tarts?"
Hawke wanted to laugh but she kept the mirth from her face. Her mate was gone, and she had to explain it so two five-year-olds would understand. "Yes, just like stealing Orana's tarts…. But don't worry, she'll make it right and be home soon."
"How soon?" Falcon's lip quivered. Lark pressed his face to Hawke's shoulder.
It suddenly dawned on the small boys that their mother was gone and not due at their new home for who knew how long. Lips quivered and tears filled small eyes as they began to cry. Hawke picked up Falcon and Merrill hurried to assure Lark, swinging him up on one hip as the boys sniffed and wailed. Hawke pressed a kiss to her son's hair and rubbed his small back, grateful he still wanted comfort from her. His small arms went around her neck. She felt so guilty as if she'd been the one to imprison her mate.
"Mama's safe….she's coming back home, I promise…" Hawke murmured. Merrill sang a soft song in elvish as she rocked Lark. He stuck a thumb in his mouth, face wet with tears as he stared over the elf's shoulder. "Maker's tits, what can I do?"
"You can talk to the barristers, right?" Merrill asked. Hawke gave a curt shake of the head. As Bodahn locked up the front door, the pair carried the children through the front foyers to the family study. It was much cozier in there and a fire was flickering cheerily in the hearth. Hawke couldn't find it in herself to be cheerful over the circumstances, but she did have to try and put on a normal façade for her boys. All the times her mother had been calm over the years made her realize how patient she had truly been. She and her siblings had been a handful after all. Hawke said a silent prayer to her mother and patted Falcon's hair. She could do as well as she had.
"We'll eat in here, right?" Merrill set the boys up on a blanket in front of the fire. When Orana brought dinner in to them, Hawke got up and sat beside her sons, sighing. She forced herself to eat, Merrill helping Falcon and Lark cut up their meat. "Then I'll read some more of my clan's legends."
"In Elvish?" Lark asked. A bit of potato clung to his cheek. Hawke wiped his face with a linen napkin.
"Of course, da'len," Merrill chirped. Hawke's chi still roiled horribly. Aveline had no right to lock her mate up. She could have let her come home while awaiting justice. What was she thinking…..
Merrill pressed a glass of brandy into her hand stopping her glowering, and Hawke blinked. Merrill pushed her back into her stuffed chair and Hawke sat, sipping. Her eyes hazily focused on the fire and her aura positively crackled with irritation. Merrill leaned against her leg, rubbing along her calf and shin idly as she read out loud in her native tongue. Her sons hung on to the sing-song words, playing with a few wooden blocks Hawke had carved for them. Merrill poured her another glass and as the boys wound down, falling asleep on the rug in front of the fire, Hawke was soothed by her girlfriend's aura. She closed her eyes then opened them as Merrill rubbed her head against her knee, arm around her leg.
Hawke reached down and ran her fingers through Merrill's hair affectionately. "Should we…put them down?"
Merrill nodded. Hawke stood and stretched. Merrill got up and pressed into her arms. Hawke was startled when her girlfriend aimed a sweet kiss to her lips. Hawke was pleased by it, but her usual pleasure didn't rise. Not with her mate far away from home and hearth.
"Merrill…"
"Yes, da'len?"
"I'm so sorry…." Hawke pressed a soft kiss to her girlfriend's cheek. "I can't, not with Bela in jail…. I'm just so worried…"
Merrill nodded and kissed her sweetly. "I understand…. "
When they both lifted up a sleeping pup, instead of settling them in their bedroom, they went into the master's bedroom. Hawke curled around Lark's little body, Falcon sprawled at his side. She did sigh with a sense of peace when Merrill curled around her back. She settled her hand over Merrill's, clutching it over her belly.
Sleep was a while in coming for Hawke, but at least she had made the rest of her little family calm enough to sleep.
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When Hawke began to wake, heaviness pounded between her thighs. She could hear her sons muttering quietly together under the covers. She sat up, stoking her lusts low and pushed the covers off her chest.
"Good morning, boys," Hawke said. Falcon and Lark grinned, their dark hair mussed.
"Hi, Papa!"
"Auntie Merrill, up up," Lark said. He rolled over Hawke, making the Champion "whuff" in surprise, and sprawled across the elf's prone body. Merrill's slender arms circled the pup as she woke.
"Morning, my loves," Merrill smiled. Hawke was amazed how cheerful her girlfriend could be even at the start of the day. Her head ached without morning tea and Hawke put her attention into getting her pups ready for the day. The more she thought about her Isabela, the more Hawke ached for her and her lust was being stoked along at a steady pace.
Merrill noticed. As Orana led the dressed boys downstairs into the dining hall, she stayed behind to help the Champion dress.
"Do you need…..some help?" she asked. Her eyes darted between Hawke's legs. Hawke adjusted her belt and gave a wry smile to her girlfriend.
"I'm not ignoring you, I promise. I just have to make sure Bela is well….."
Merrill dipped her head to show she understood. Hawke tilted her chin up with two fingers and kissed her.
Downstairs, Hawke took a few bites of breakfast and kissed her sons on the head, promising to tell their mama they loved her.
Exiting her estate, Hawke broke into a jog, sword scabbard banging into her hip as she did. Now that she was away from her pups, a more pressing matter was forming, and Hawke let herself be carried along on her lust, her potent aura keeping any annoying distractions away. Entering the guardsman barracks, Hawke was pleased to see Aveline wasn't even there yet. Good. She forced her way past the junior officers on post at the hall of cells and made a beeline down to the cell that held her mate's scent.
Isabela was laying on the cot, head propped on one arm, but her eyes flicked open quickly enough when she scented Hawke. The pirate's lips curved into a pleased smile and an affectionate light shone in her eyes.
"Good morning, sweet thing. This is a nice gift you're presenting me with," Isabela teased, her eyes dipping between Hawke's legs. The Champion moved closer to the bars. She had been stiffening her whole way there, but now the sight and scent of her mate had her at full mast in a few moments. She tugged at the crotch of her trousers, giving a sheepish smile.
"I missed you," she growled. Isabela pressed up hard against her through the bars, any of her soft flesh pushing into Hawke's protruding erection. She sighed as Isabela kissed her, one hand going through the bars to unlace her. The laces came undone awkwardly with one hand. The other Isabela ran through Hawke's hair as they kissed.
"Woo woo! Damn the Champion's a long one!" one of the omegas further down the way announced. Other exclamations sounded from the other cells. Hawke blushed. Isabela gave her a fierce smile and tugged her small clothes off, her tunic barely keeping her thighs covered.
"And all mine for the taking," Isabela purred to her mate. She was pleased to see Hawke's throat dart as she swallowed her own tongue. Isabela's touches, words, and stroking chi had her ensnared. "You waited for me….can you take me?"
Hawke's hands went through the bars on either side of her mate's hips, clasping her warm flesh and pulling her flush against her. Her erection pressed against her mate's flesh, but she whimpered when she couldn't find purchase. She thrust a few times, Isabela arching one thigh high to help her, but the angle was awkward. Isabela hissed with frustration when her mate's tip slid along her inner thigh, the heated flesh pulsing.
"Go on, Champion!"
"Yeah, show us what you got!"
Hawke growled, ignoring the gawkers. She pressed a quick kiss to Isabela's lips and tugged at one hip, urging her to turn around. Isabela pressed back against the bars, presenting herself. She leaned low, arching back, and gasped when Hawke gave a few testing thrusts, then firmly began to enter, splitting her open. "Oh, sweet thing…."
Hawke grinned behind her, giving a long thrust. As she worked her way in, one of the junior officers came along, keys clanging on his belt. He balked, boots scuffling on the stone.
"What are you doing?!" he demanded, voice a squeak.
Hawke groaned as she was enveloped in her mate's waiting hot flesh. Her cock pulsed, wrapped in wet silk. "Well, you won't let her out…."
"Oh, Hawke, more," Isabela whimpered. The hand Hawke had between the bars gripped her hip, holding her back onto her cock.
"Maker's breath," the guardsman muttered and rushed off. Satisfied to be as alone with her mate as she was going to get, never mind the witnesses in the other cells, Hawke gave a firm thrust, embedding herself fully into Isabela's heated cave. Isabela groaned, head falling back against the bars.
"Fuck… Hawke…..fuck…. so good…." Isabela murmured, and Hawke's blood boiled as she thrust faster against her mate, watching her buttocks press back against her.
"Bela," Hawke rumbled, her chest tightening. She thrust hard, the bars jamming up against her hip, but her mate had the better angle of it. She could take the discomfort. "My…..love…..yes…"
Hawke's mind went red in the haze of her passion. Dimly, she could hear approaching footsteps, but as long as she could keep sliding and thrusting into her mate's wet warmth, she didn't care who went where.
"For spirit's sake! Hawke! Get back!"
Hawke could make out Aveline yelling beside her, but Hawke's attention was devoted to the arches of her mate's back, her thrusting back onto her cock, her throaty moans. When Aveline's armored hand fell on her shoulder, Hawke hissed. She scowled, turning her head, fury in her gaze as possession over her mate erupted through her aura. Her knot had been nudging against her Isabela on each thrust, and on the next push, Hawke pushed her chi over her mate's, urging her to take it in.
Isabela gave a wordless gasp, hips pushing back against the bars and the anger in Hawke's gaze receded slightly as she got her knot in with a loud slick sound. A deep groan erupted from her as she and Isabela kept thrusting in jerky motions against each other.
Aveline yelled beside her and grasped her shoulder. Hawke let go of Isabela's hip and shoved at Aveline with one hand. The captain seethed. Hawke had gone and knotted the pirate and there was no tearing her away. Not while their passion still ebbed high.
"Dammit, Hawke! You had to knot her?! Here?!" Aveline screeched. Hawke pressed her face to her mate's head, nosing her dark hair through a gap in the bars. Her hips jerked unevenly as Isabela screamed, coming hard over her. Hawke's heart stuttered happily, and she climaxed abruptly, thrown over by her mate's walls clinging to her and milking her.
The shrill screaming of the captain dulled away to so much fine background noise as Hawke basked in her mate's heat, giving small pumps of her hips to make certain they were well and truly satisfied.
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When Hawke finally loosened from Isabela, she watched her mate sway, sliding off of her softening cock. Isabela turned and kissed her longingly. "Oh, Hawke….sweet thing…"
Hawke pulled up her trousers and tucked herself away. She reached into her tunic. "Oh yeah, I brought you this…."
Isabela stood on shaky legs and accepted the flask from her mate, fingers trailing along Hawke's wrist, and trailing up to cup her jaw through the bars. She kept giggling, satisfied physically and emotionally.
"Oh, my sweet thing, you ARE the best…."
Hawke grinned, ego stoked. Isabela opened the flask and took a swig of the expensive whiskey her mate had filled it with. "Hmm, the good stuff. Thank you, Hawke…."
She winced and growled as a guardsman hollered out to the captain that the Champion was loose again. Hawke raised her fists, ready for a fight, but Aveline smacked her in the chest with a handful of scrolls.
"Take these to the Knight Commander's barristers. Maybe you can slot in a chat with the lady pressing charges."
"Who is Lady Winship anyways?" Isabela shakily made her way to the cot and flopped on her side. She looked at the back of her nails, apparently bored. Hawke knew she had no reason to doubt her position with her but was playing it cool to find out who the burned biddy was to exacts revenge later. That Hawke had slept with her once didn't have to be implied; it was known at this point.
Hawke grimaced and scrubbed the back of her neck with one fist. "Erm, that is…."
"Oh, don't be modest, sweet thing. You had to have rolled her for her to lash out at me like that," Isabela scoffed. She gave her mate a slow wink to show she wasn't mad.
"After that sweet loving you gave me, don't scare me like that…." Hawke muttered. Isabela blew her a kiss.
"Well, off with you, you've disrupted the prisoners enough," Aveline growled. Hawke shouldered the scrolls and gave the other alpha an even look.
"Fine," she groused. The two alphas stared at each other, not giving an inch.
"Hurry up, love, so I can see your sweet face again," Isabela crooned. Hawke gave a goofy grin and jogged off. She left the guardsman barracks and made her way to the Knight Commander's headquarters. Pushing through the throng of knights and petitioners loafing around the lobby of the large building, Hawke made her way to the row of offices and hammered her way down each door to find the barrister she was looking for.
The man was a mousy beta, nervously shuffling his papers. Hawke knew she smelled of sex and she let her alpha musk wash over the man, further agitating him. "Yes, yes you can speak to the lady…she's due…."
"Right about now."
Hawke looked up from the edge of the man's desk, idly lounging against it with one hip. She raised an eyebrow, regarding the irate Lady Winship.
"Oh. The one in the three-way," she remembered. Winship flushed angrily and flounced in, dress streaming.
"How dare you slander me, Champion! First your so-called mate, now you? I thought you were a better noble than that!"
Hawke glowered at her, eyes hooded dangerously. "Stop. Just stop it. Isabela told me you slandered her. And she is MY mate. She is legally Lady Hawke and in slandering her, you slandered our pups. So, you'll forgive ME for wanting to smack that look off your face."
Winship gasped and dashed around the desk to hide behind her barrister. The skinny man held his hands up in front of him. "I don't want to be in a fight!" he insisted to Hawke. Hawke inclined her head to him politely. She scowled over his shoulder at Winship.
"You wouldn't!" the lady sneered. Hawke regarded her tiredly.
"No. I'm a gentleman and won't hit a woman. Even if you're less a lady than your title says."
Lady Winship flushed with anger.
Hawke coughed and sat in the chair opposite the barrister's desk. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to drop the charges against my mate….."
Winship pretended to think about it. "No."
Hawke looked at the back of her hand. "Oh, reconsider it. As a favor to all the orgasms I gave you."
Winship flushed with embarrassment this time. "FINE. I'll think about it."
"Better than nothing, I suppose," Hawke drawled. She stood and etched a short bow. "Lady Winship."
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When Hawke got back to the hall of cells in the guardsman barracks, she made a beeline to Isabela's cell. Her mate had cleaned herself up, but her small clothes were still gone. Hawke saw flashes of her dark skin when her tunic pulled up and her body ached despite their knotting earlier. She gave her mate a lustful grin, gripping the bars with both hands.
"Where'd you get that?" she asked. Isabela was smoking a very expensive-looking cigar.
"Oh, from Stella in the next cell. And a new acquaintance of mine," Isabela said cheekily. Stella waved from her cell. Hawke glanced at her. The woman was an omega and passingly beautiful in her own way. But Hawke only had eyes for Isabela. She whined, clutching the bars.
"I'd rather see you, love," she rumbled. Isabela blew a few smoke rings. She ran a hand along her flat belly, smiling as she lounged.
"You wore me out good, sweet thing. But I know to keep you taken care of. And Stella would like to show her appreciation for you. In exchange for the cigars."
This was taking an interesting new route and Hawke's mind whirled as blood surged between her legs. "Hmmwuh?" she said unintelligently.
Stella clutched the bars of her cell and loosened her blouse. Her round breasts jiggled. "Come here and let me see that pole you were thrusting about earlier," she teased, licking her lips. Hawke gaped at her then at her mate.
Isabela blew her a kiss. "It's okay, really. And you should be cleaned up from earlier…."
Hawke stammered an "I love you" and her shaky legs guided her to the bars separating Stella from her. The woman was already going to her knees, hands reaching to unlace her through the bars.
"Hi, Champion," Stella purred. Hawke had shifted on her way in, and her semi-stiff cock was pulled out through the opening of her trousers. Stella wrapped her fingers around her length, and a steady pump surged blood to it. Hawke sighed as a few kisses and licks were pressed around her head. The licks pressed harder and Hawke blinked as she stiffened and drops of precum trickled from the tip.
"Uh…."
Before she could say anything further, Stella wrapped her lips around her head and pressed lower, bobbing her head down to take her in fully. Hawke gripped the bars, gasping. Her reaction got Isabela's attention who set the cigar aside and made her way to the bars.
"I said clean her off, not get a taste!" Isabela glowered. Hawke couldn't stop the small gasp as she was taken in deeply again, cock pulsing in the warmth of the omega's mouth. She suckled near the base and pulled back, lapping at the divot in her cock head, drawing out more droplets of precum. Hawke touched her jaw and pulled the woman away. Painfully, she hobbled over to her mate who was waiting.
Isabela reached out and grasped her hard shaft, pumping it deliberately. Hawke gasped loudly this time, gazing at her mate with adoration. She grunted as she was tugged to a fast end, spurts of her come shooting across her mate's hand and onto the stone floor.
"Oh, that's a waste, Isabela," Stella complained. Hawke leaned against the bars with one hand, gasping for breath. She drew her mate closer for a kiss, purring against her lips and Isabela was placated.
"Are you feeling okay?" Hawke asked possessively, one hand going to her mate's hip, rubbing under her tunic. Isabela gave a sultry smile.
"With my sweet thing visiting me, always. Did you make any headway on my release yet?"
Hawke sighed. She wiped the sweat from her brow with one wrist. "I asked Winship to drop her charges, but only got a maybe. I'll press her harder."
"Just not in that way, sweet thing," Isabela warned. Hawke kissed her.
"No, not that way. I promise," Hawke whispered. Isabela was kissing her when the guardsmen rushed in, Aveline with her.
"Pull up your damn trousers, Hawke, and get going. I'm going to ban you the next time you whip it out in my barracks," Aveline growled. Hawke gave her friend a jaunty salute.
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When Hawke sauntered back into her estate's front door, she caught up both of her sons as they flew into her arms for a hug.
"Papa! Is Mama coming home?" Lark asked frantically. Falcon leaped high against Hawke's shoulder, hugging him hard around the neck, grunting. Hawke hugged them tightly to her frame, walking into the entry way. Bodahn chirped a greeting and Hawke turned to the side so the dwarf could help take her cloak off. Merrill, sweet Merrill, was waiting like the good girlfriend she was, hands clasped before her thin waist.
Hawke set her boys down and ruffled their hair. "Soon! Very soon. I saw her today, she misses you both. And were they good?" This she directed to Merrill.
The elf nodded. "They missed your training today."
"Well, let's get a few hits in, boys," Hawke ordered. She strode through the foyer, dining hall and kitchen to the back door. In the back garden, she took up her wooden stave and let her boys whack at it valiantly with their carved weapons. Moths darted up against the lanterns Merrill lit outside the kitchen door.
Orana called out gently that dinner was ready, and the boys exclaimed happily to the maid. Hawke tutted them and pointed to the back door.
"Always put your weapons up, boys. Come," she said. Falcon and Lark trotted at her heels like a pair of ducklings. Merrill giggled at the sight. She slid up beside the Champion and was pleased when a strong arm went around her waist.
"Was Isabela well, truly?" Merrill asked sweetly. Hawke nodded. She leaned and kissed the elf on the cheek.
"Yes. Aveline was rightly pissed that I didn't want to leave her."
"If anyone can get her out, you can," Merrill said sweetly.
"Thank you, sweetheart," Hawke said. She pulled out a chair for her girlfriend and tucked her in. Falcon spooned up some of his meat and leaned to offer it onto Hawke's plate.
"For you, Papa!" he insisted. Merrill giggled when Lark carefully cut his meat with his fork and knife and offered her a bite.
"Thank you, Larkie," she said. Lark beamed, crooked teeth flashing.
After dinner, Hawke took a glass of brandy from Merrill and followed her to the upstairs washroom to give the pups a bath. Watching her girlfriend with her tunic sleeves rolled up, scrubbing shampoo into her son's dark hair filled Hawke with a deep full feeling. She knew it was happiness and pride and gave her girlfriend a soft smile when she looked up. Her mind drifted, as always, to Isabela. Hawke made a mental note to take a basket of treats from Orana. Who knew what the cell prisoners were being offered for meals! Hawke wanted to deliver Orana's roast mutton and potatoes, but she knew Aveline would have the front doors barricaded by nine pm.
Hawke resolved to bring a basket of tarts and savory leftovers for her mate tomorrow. She sipped her brandy and set the glass down to kneel down by the metal tub. "Hey, boys, stop splashing so much! This is how you do it," Hawke jested, slapping a wave of water at her sons. Falcon squealed, and Lark attacked back, slapping the water into a high arch. Merrill sputtered as she was drenched.
"Larkie!" she said, but she wasn't upset. She picked up the wriggling wet boy and pressed kisses across his face. The boy laughed so long, he was like to lose his breath. Hawke caught Falcon when he jumped up and she wrapped a large towel around him.
"That's it, surrender, pup," Hawke growled. Falcon grinned fiercely up at her, his damp hair standing up in wet tufts as he was toweled off. Merrill went to drying off his brother and both were dressed in their new nightgowns.
"Papa, can…" Lark stuck a thumb into his mouth, drooping his head shyly. Hawke had an idea what he was going to ask and nodded.
"We're all camping out in our room. Come on, boys. I'll tell the bedtime story tonight. And your mama wanted me to kiss you both," Hawke said. The boy's eyes lit up and they were placated, knowing their mother was thinking of them while she was "staying at Auntie Aveline's."
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"Come on, Winship! Get off your high horse already!" Hawke growled. The lady was dressed to the nines, face painted carefully, and hair curled in ringlets. She folded her hands in front of her waist, frowning at her. Even in her Champion's armor and elegantly embroidered tunic, Hawke felt like a peasant in the face of such noble snobbery.
"High horse? I say! Your pirate wench committed a crime and is paying for it! Get your head out of the clouds, Champion!"
Well, she was nobility too. Hawke straightened her shoulders and gathered her disorganized chi, fine-tuning it to a point. She flung her charisma about, and Hawke smirked when Winship's eyes widened in interest despite herself.
"I've asked you nicely to release my mate. Think on it, separating two mates. My boys worry over their mother and she hasn't been with them for a few days. You're depriving my sons of being with their mother, lady," Hawke said.
Lady Winship crossed her arms under her breasts. She flushed with anger. "She struck me, Champion. I dare say your beloved mate wouldn't stand if someone struck HER."
"Way Isabela tells me, you started the fight," Hawke retorted. She had the truth of it when the lady flushed. She went on. "You provoked her, and of course she would strike you."
The barrister cleared his throat. "The paperwork for your mate's trial has gone to the next office. We should expect a date in the next week or so."
Hawke felt like she was choking. Damn barristers and their snail pace! She scratched the side of her jaw. "You could easily stop this…"
Winship downright smirked. "Maybe if you made it worth my time."
Hawke stalked to the door and the look on her face made everyone get out of her way. She made good time to the guardsman barracks. As she was climbing the stairs to try and bargain with Aveline again, Hawke was startled to see two small figures darting through the crowd. She hastened her pace and gaped as she saw her sons making way to the barracks.
"Come on, Larkie, hurry," Falcon insisted. He tugged on his brothers' arm.
"But 'Rana will be worried!" Lark said. Hawke darted a glance around, but she didn't see the elf anywhere nearby. She jogged up and knelt, getting her pup's attention.
"What are you doing here, boys? Alone?!"
Both boys squealed, then smiled up at her. Hawke was not moved.
"Did you run off from Orana?"
"…Yes, Papa."
Just then, Hawke saw a whirl and then Orana made her way to them, completely winded and out of breath. "I just…..they took off….I'm sorry, Mistress Hawke!"
Hawke waved a hand to let her know she was fine and gave her nervous pups a stern look. "Both of you will sit in the corner when we get home. You know better than to run off from Orana, or Mama or Auntie Merrill."
The boys lowered their heads, abashed. "Sorry, Papa…."
Hawke ruffled their hair. "No matter. Now that you're here, I want to take you to see someone. Come on, Orana we're heading off to the barristers…."
"Why can't we see Mama?" Falcon wanted to know. Hawke took his hand and Orana took Lark's.
"Because a cell is not a good place for anyone and your mama didn't want you to see her there. Don't worry, she'll be home soon. I promise," Hawke said.
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The last thing Lady Winship had been expecting was two talkative dark pups thrust upon her.
Champion Hawke had come back, an elf maid in tow, and two small boys that had to be her sons. She could make out Hawke's family crest stitched on the breasts of their tunics.
"Lady Winship, may I introduce you to Falcon and Lark, my sons. And Isabela's sons." The smirk on Hawke's face made Winship long to smack it off. That or kiss her. Her bodily reactions were quite unnerving.
"I…" before Winship could get anything out, Hawke turned to the small boys.
"Boys, how do we greet a lady?" she asked. The twin boys etched low bows, hands at the waist. Winship was struck how mannered they were in etiquette already. She smiled nervously.
"Pleased to meet you, my lady!" One of the boys was chirping. Hawke ruffled the lad's hair and gave her a winsome smile.
"I just wanted you to meet my family, Lady Winship. They're good boys, and they love their mother. Hell, I do too," Hawke was saying. Winship flushed, her mind going over in circles. The twin boys were watching her curiously and she felt rather put on the spot.
"Oh, very well. I'll have my barrister drop the charges. Just take good care of these well-behaved boys." Winship decided that taking the high road was the best route. She turned her chin up, giving a terse look to the smiling Champion. When she dropped to one knee and took up one of her hands to kiss, Winship was well and truly surprised.
"My thanks, my lady. You've done me a great service," Hawke said brightly.
"Mama's coming home?" Falcon perked. Lark clapped his hands with delight.
"Yes, she is! Orana, can you take the pups home? Don't argue, boys. Just work on getting our home ready for your mother," Hawke ordered lightly. The boys nodded, clutching the maid's hands. Orana gave her mistress a tired smile.
"I'll get them home straight away," she promised.
Hawke gave another bow to the startled Lady Winship, her boys following her example. She dashed off, a sure spring in her step and her heart light. Her Bela was coming home.
Now to enforce that Aveline did as she was told.
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"Come on, Aveline! I'm telling you, Winship dropped the charges! I ran all the way here from the barrister's offices!" Hawke argued. Aveline leaned back in her office chair, raising an eyebrow.
"We still need paperwork documenting those charges were dropped for me to release her! You more than likely outran any such message," Aveline said intelligently. Hawke glowered.
"Yeah, well, give me a break already! You've had my mate for days," Hawke glowered. Aveline raised an eyebrow.
"Yet you still found a way to get to her," Aveline retorted. Hawke blushed to herself. She scratched the side of her jaw.
"Well, let me see her at least so I can give her the good news," Hawke brightened. Aveline nodded and the two made their way to the room of cells, armor clanking with each step.
When the two made their way to Isabela's cell, the pirate looked up, startled. She had twisted a few of her hair pins and was busily trying to pick her cell lock. Caught red-handed, Isabela could only give a lame excuse to the irate captain.
"I saw rats?" she feebly gave. Aveline hissed a sigh
"Two more days," she vowed, turning to give Hawke an even glare. Hawke gaped at her and darted to the bars. She and Isabela entwined fingers over the bars, trying to get close.
"What's this about two more days?" Isabela wondered. Hawke leaned between the bars and pecked a kiss against the part of her lover's head she could reach.
"I got Lady Winship to withdraw her accusation. I was just waiting for the brass to finish up their end so I could take you home!"
Isabela's face fell, and she ran her dark fingers over the backs of Hawke's hands." Oh, my sweet thing, I ruined it. I'm so sorry. I just miss you so much!"
"I miss you too." More than sex, it was the intimacy, the closeness of the woman she loved. Hawke clasped her fingers tightly.
Aveline snorted and stalked away. The guardsman left on duty fidgeted nervously.
"That was just bad luck," he said. Hawke sighed.
"Thanks anyways, guardsman," she said. The man looked right to left and pulled a ring of keys from his sword belt.
"I'm newly mated. I know how it aches to be apart. Go ahead, Champion," he said, unlocking the cell door. Hawke and Isabela stared at him then each other, taking in the open doorframe of the cell. Suddenly, Isabela darted forward, and Hawke burned as she fell into her arms, arching and pushing into her.
"Hey, let the Champion in here!" Stella called from the next cell over. Hawke and Isabela ignored her, lost in each other.
"Fuck, Hawke, you feel so good!" Isabela insisted. Hawke kissed her instead. They slid together, bodies pressed together and arching against each other. Their kiss didn't stay sweet. Tongues stroked and touched, and Hawke's hands roamed up and down, clutching at her mate's hips and ass.
"Aw, hell…." The guardsman muttered somewhere outside the cell. They didn't notice his scuffing footsteps as he dashed off.
Isabela burned, slinging one leg up around her hip and rubbing insistently against the bulge between her mate's thighs. She smiled against Hawke's lips as the Champion's hands roamed up under the edges of her tunic, cupping her ass. Isabela wrapped her arms around Hawke's neck, hopping in her arms and pushing her to the floor on her back. Hawke didn't care about the fall, spreading her thighs and arching up beneath her mate. Isabela tore her tunic open and bit along her torso, fingers skimming past the long-jagged scar to her waist. Hawke gasped as her laces were loosened and torn open, tugging at her rigid cock.
Isabela purred against her breast, teeth sinking in the underside of the small orb as her fingers touched and stroked her heated flesh. Hawke could only lie there and gasp for breath as her mate stoked her higher, then her thighs were on either side of her hips, warm and pressing close, and her tip was encased in clinging hot silk.
Isabela's back arched as she slid effortlessly onto her mate's cock, eyes closing from the pleasure of it. There was something tawdry for fucking through the bars of a cell door but being right close and on her mate was much better.
"Fuck!" Isabela cursed lightly, eyes opening as she began to ride her mate. Hawke thrust her hips strongly beneath her, urging the rolling motions of her hips. They thrust hard against each other and sweat poured down Hawke's temples. She ran her hands along her mate's hips and up to hold the small of her back protectively. With her fingers digging in slightly, she could feel her pirate's hard thrusts onto her. Isabela was quivering around her, thrusting harder and harder. She was cursing a steady string of compliments, round breasts bouncing with each movement.
Hawke reached with one hand to tug at the corner of the thin mattress on the cot beside them. Her mate's eyes flashed with curiosity when it landed on the stone floor beside her bruised hips. Hawke lifted her mate and gently tossed her onto the mattress, climbing on top. Before Isabela could question, she was sliding back inside her.
Isabela moaned, knees spread wide. She loved being on top, but Hawke had shown her how pleasurable it was to submit to her alpha dominance once in a while. Hawke took the moment to sink her teeth into the top of the pirate's breast, lips moving to suckle a nipple into her mouth as she took off, hips moving fast against Isabela's inner thighs.
Isabela screamed beneath her and Hawke surged to take her, she was close, so close…. Screaming, that wasn't her mate's, filled her peripheral but Hawke deliberately drowned it out, focusing on her mate's upturned face, parted lips and trembling hands along her back. When she felt Isabela's clinging walls shudder around her and she was keening in release, Hawke slammed harder into her mate, and shot her release. Stream after stream of come coated her pirate queen's inner walls. They hadn't knotted, but the release was still powerful. Hawke's thighs felt rubbery and weak and she slumped down against Isabela's breasts.
Her mate's shaking hands scraped through her hair, mussing up the damp strands.
"Oh, sweet thing….." Isabela murmured against her head. Hawke grinned and planted a few kisses along the curve of her breast.
"I'll always find a way to take care of you, Bela," she murmured. Her mate's croons and sighs were canceled out by a very annoying shriek.
"HAWKE!"
Isabela snickered against Hawke's head, knees tightening around her mate's hips. "Captain's mad."
"And I thought I could knot you again and properly…" Hawke gave a few jogs of her hips playfully.
Aveline tore into the cell and tugged hard at Hawke's shoulder, trying to tug her off the pirate. Hawke's muscles tightened as her back hunched. She growled at Aveline, hissing over her shoulder. The guardsman that had unlocked the door was standing outside the cell looking like he'd just had a verbal reaming. He looked as if he wished he were anywhere but there.
"GET UP HAWKE! I swear, I should lock you up too!" Aveline screamed. Hawke gently tugged herself out of Isabela. The moan of appreciation as Isabela lay back, thighs spread, Hawke's seed slowly leaking out of her damp folds touched Hawke's heart. She gazed with longing down at her mate, reluctantly tucking her cock away.
"But they'd just rut all night…" the guardsman speculated. Aveline's face was as red as her hair.
"I MEANT IN SEPARATE CELLS!" she snapped. The man blanched and took a few steps back.
"You can't hold her for two more days!" Hawke got into her friend's face. Isabela reached for her discarded small clothes, using them to wipe excess fluid off her thighs as she sat up.
"I can, and I will! Get going, Hawke! Or I'll ban you from the barracks!" Aveline snapped. Isabela was helped up by her mate, Hawke pressing protective kisses along her temple. She made up her cot, picking up the mattress, and depositing the spent pirate on it.
"I'm going!" Hawke gave back. Isabela clasped her jaw and drew her down for a kiss.
"Be good, sweet thing," she teased. Her mate gave her a pouting look. Isabela nibbled on her jutting lower lip. "Take good care of our boys."
"I'll be back in the morning," Hawke promised, her green eyes gleaming.
Isabela watched her mate get dragged the rest of the way out of the cell, Aveline slamming the barred door and locking it.
"Well, good night," Isabela turned into the scratchy blankets, smiling smugly. Hawke smiled fondly at her, gripping the bars.
"I just hope it's good for you," she said. Isabela blew her a kiss.
"It is now that I've got a piece of you with me," she teased. Hawke turned bright red.
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Merrill only had to smell her girlfriend to know what she'd gotten up to at the jail again. Hawke had given her a sheepish grin and updated the twins on when their mother was coming home. Apparently, her little tryst put Isabela back for two more days.
"You look satisfied," Merrill said shyly as she and Hawke washed the boys after dinner. Hawke scooped up a pitcher of water and carefully rinsed Lark's hair of suds.
"I guess it's obvious?" she winced. Merrill patted her knee, handing her a towel.
"I'm glad. You need that sharper release…."
"Release?" Falcon asked. Hawke gave him a shake of the head to let him know that wasn't for the kids to ponder over.
Hawke picked Lark out of the tub and set him on his feet, briskly toweling him dry. It touched her so much to see Merrill do the same for his brother.
"And maybe I need more with you later…" Hawke said softly. Lark stuck his tongue out at Falcon and the twins began whispering in a string of hastily strung words.
Merrill blushed bright red. "Well! That is…Isabela won't mind?"
Hawke gave her a soft grin, her green eyes shining happily at the elf. "This is about you and me. She won't mind."
"Mama's home soon?" Falcon asked again. Merrill nodded.
"The day after tomorrow, da'len," she said.
Hawke steered both small pups into their room down the hall. The candles were lit by Orana and the covers pulled back on the twin beds. The boys clambered up and lay down to be tucked in.
"Why can't we sleep with you, Papa?" Lark asked. Falcon stuck his thumb into his mouth.
Hawke gave Merrill a soft look across to the other bed. "Because Papa needs alone time with Auntie Merrill."
"Whas that?" Falcon wanted to know.
"You'll find out when you're older, Fal," Hawke said. Merrill turned away, face red in a blush. Lark tugged her hand close and clutched it to his small chest. She began a folk tale from her clan, detailing an encounter with a dragon woman. Soon, Lark's chest rose and fell with his steady breathing as his eyes closed. Merrill hated withdrawing her hand from the child's grip. She bent to kiss his brow.
Hawke tucked Falcon in under his blankets and smoothed his hair back. "Poor boys. They haven't been without their mother so long since they came here."
Merrill took Hawke's arm as they quietly left the twin's room. The elf began to feel a bit naughty when Hawke led her down the darkened hallway to the master's bedchamber. Inside, Merrill sat on the edge of the bed and watched Hawke fuss about with the candles. She turned and cupped Merrill's cheek with one large palm. Her calloused thumb rubbed along the elf's lip.
"I'm sorry. For leaving the kids with you while I chase their mother."
"I love them, Hawke. It's no bother," Merrill insisted. Hawke sat beside her on the mattress and her arm went around the elf's thin waist.
"You always do so much for me. I just wanted to help you back," Merrill insisted. Hawke gently opened her tunic and pressed kisses along her thin shoulders. Merrill tilted her head back and sighed.
"You are helping," Hawke murmured against her skin. Merrill slung her arms around her neck, fingers combing through the short hairs at the back of her neck.
Merrill was pleased at the slower pace. Hawke obviously had her edge taken off earlier and devoted slow techniques to make her wet and open for her. Hawke tugged almost absently at her erect cock as she kissed Merrill's inner thigh, moving back to her damp folds.
Merrill raised up on her elbows, panting. When Hawke moved up her body to slide her hips between her thighs, she welcomed the gentle pace her alpha was offering.
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End notes: Wow these are getting long :P Like it, drop a review. Stay strong, my lovelies.
Sincerely, pen
4/28/2018