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Author's notes: Story snippits and ideas came also from CharlieBarrow. Thanks for the word-smithing.
Thank you to all the guests. I am working on "Raking the Coals" :P
"Catching the Wind"
Chapter fifty-one "Island Life"
He was still there.
Lark glanced across the beach toward the batch of young adults with the new crew bunking on his mother's island in the community for the next few weeks. His twin may have had eyes for the daughters of some of the sailors that visited, but his own eyes had no use for soft curves. He wanted to see rugged features, a bare flat chest and rippling biceps.
The young man, son of a visiting captain, was about his age. Probably alittle older. He didn't have the best-looking face, in fact his nose looked like it'd been broken at least once. But he was tall, his stomach was flat, and his arms looked so strong. Lark tried not to drool.
A high-pitched giggle interrupted his male ogling and he jumped, scampering away before his parents could see what he was watching. His papa had reestablished her connection with Mama and Mamae and that was all well and good. He was glad for them. But it was disconcerting to walk into a room and see two or all three of them entangled in some kind of embrace. It was getting way too gross for his teen eyes.
His twin ambled up and Lark reached for a long string of grass to chew on, pretending he was just loping around, thinking. Not watching. A captain's son. Just standing over there. Damn.
"Woo, did you see the lass that came on with the last ship? Her captain's talking to Ma," Falcon grinned. Lark shrugged.
"No, not really," he confessed. Falcon nudged his brother in the arm.
"Well, I'm just warning ya, I've got my eye on her. So, keep away."
"That's really not going to be a problem." Lark couldn't help thinking how much that was true. Falcon gave him a look, as if peering into his mind. Then he shrugged.
"There's other ship girls if you're looking, bro."
"I know," Lark said. "Don't worry about me."
"Hafta sometimes, don't I?"
Lark shrugged and followed his brother back home.
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Hawke could reflect that in the darkest days inside the Fade, she never thought she would get away and to a place of safety, let alone pleasure. She was in her favorite place, on her back in the wide bed she shared with her mates, both twined with her in some way or another. The window shutters were open, letting in some sunlight as they all basked naked on the bed.
A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin and she smiled toward the hazy ceiling as her vision started to come back in. Hawke yawned and stretched her left leg out fully, arms extending above her head. Giggles further down the bed got her attention and she leaned up on her elbows to grin at the objects of her heart.
"Can't get enough? I swear you two will be the death of me," Hawke drawled. Isabela smacked her bare hip and she and Merrill leaned above her softening cock to whisper something. They kissed shortly and parted, laying on either side of her, hands indulgent across Hawke's prone form.
"Likewise, sweet thing. Kitten was just observing your size, even now after, how thick around you are," Isabela said. Her words tugged at Hawke's cock and she sighed, feeling herself began to react.
"Oh?" Hawke pretended to think about it. "How thick do you want it?"
"Oh, it's plenty big when you're ready," Merrill purred. She traced an idle finger around the base of Hawke's cock. Her knot was long gone but Hawke knew it could get going again with another round. "I was just thinking about knotting."
Another tug in her cock. Hawke sighed as she began to stiffen. Isabela and Merrill traded stroking her shaft with idle fingers, teasing her. "We can now….you know."
"That's what I was getting at. Now that we can….perhaps there can be more to our family." Merrill blushed, ducking her head and Isabela was quick to lay a hand against her cheek and Hawke sat up frantically, fearing a dip in emotions. But Merrill kissed Isabela's wrist and gave Hawke a gentle smile. "Remember when, when…..it couldn't fit all but in."
That last stubborn inch. Hawke could recall the years ago, lonely in Kirkwall after being dubbed Champion, but not so lonely with Merrill. The thin elf arching above her, body open to her gaze as her walls clamped down onto her thick shaft, the last inch gleaming with their combined fluids…. Hawke shuddered with desire. She stiffened further.
"Oh? What ARE you thinking about?" Isabela teased. She tugged a light grip around Hawke's shaft and squeezed. Hawke sighed.
"You know very well what…."
"We could have another pup…" Merrill gave Isabela a devious smirk. Obviously, she was teasing. "Wouldn't Hawke look good pregnant?"
Her cock began to flag. Hawke leaned up on her elbows again, dismayed. "Wait, what?"
Isabela nodded toward Merrill. "Oh yeah, sure, belly round and tits to falling…"
Hawke slapped a hand to her brow. "Stop that! I'm the alpha here."
"Yes, but alpha women can still conceive….just takes a lot of luck. And a beta male. Maybe an alpha male if you're amenable," Merrill observed. She ran a hand up and down Hawke's shaft. Her body wouldn't take the hint, dismayed at the turn of conversation. "Oh no, your mast is flagging low."
"Your fault," Hawke growled. "I am NOT conceiving. And with someone else? Ugh!" She flopped on her back in frustration, her cock all but gone, retreating back to clit size. Isabela trailed her fingers down the scars across Hawke's belly. She was gaining some musculature back. At least her belly didn't concave with the attention to the old wound. There were a still pinched areas of flesh, but Hawke was looking more sound by the week.
"That's not what we wanted. Merrill, you're going to have to coax sweet thing," Isabela scolded. A devious twinkle was in her eye though. Merrill grinned and ducked between Hawke's legs. Her hand soothed gently above the edge of her right stump, across her thigh.
"Hang on, ma vhenan," Merrill soothed. When her tongue met her clit, Hawke jumped, then leaned back into the mattress, sighing. Her shaft formed and began to extend, coaxed by Merrill's hot mouth.
"What'd I do to deserve this?" Hawke wondered. Isabela leaned up to caress her breasts, fingers tracing her mating mark. Hawke shivered.
"Saved a city-state," she volunteered.
Hawke snorted. She pillowed her head on one arm, staring at the ceiling. "Helped destroy it too."
"You know Aveline has it in hand," Isabela scolded. She leaned up toward Hawke's lips. They kissed deeply. "Saved our asses more than once."
Merrill brought her mouth off of Hawke's shaft, murmuring agreement. "You did…"
"Isn't your mouth busy?" Hawke flared her chi, delighting in Merrill's small squeak in reaction to it. She cupped Merrill's cheek, and twined her fingers through her hair, tugging her forward. "Please…" She allowed a pout of contrition to her tone. Merrill blushed up at her.
"Yes, dear." Merrill's cheeks were red as she went back to work. Hawke sighed as Merrill moaned around her, the vibrations thrumming through her. And her pirate twined up against her, hands all over. Yes, this was paradise. But wait…
"I'm still not conceiving!" Hawke blurted out suddenly. Isabela laughed, rolling on her side. Merrill gave a dismayed grunt around her and brought her lips up. Hawke twitched against the cool air.
"No, my love. I am. I hope," Merrill blushed a bright red. But she brought her head down to take her in again with gusto. Hawke sighed, settling back again.
"Knot as many times as you want," she purred.
"That was the idea," Isabela said.
Hawke sighed, back arching as her cock gave a sluggish lurch, spurting her release. Merrill swallowed and caught most of it, then lapped at the head of her twitching shaft. Hawke panted lightly, catching her breath.
Yes, this was paradise.
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Sparrow rolled, getting her pudgy legs buried in the warm sand. The hot sun above and the feeling of laying baked on the beach was second to none and the child loved the feeling. Her big sister Magpie was nearby, practicing magic strikes with her child-sized staff. She aimed the staff like Mamae had taught her, and Sparrow watched, fascinated. Magpie was working ice magic, and it melted rapidly on the stones she was aiming at. It was a thing to see.
When Magpie paused to catch her breath, leaning on her staff in the sand, she was startled to see Sparrow watching. The baby sat up and clapped her hands. "More! Mags, more!"
"Okay, you got more," Magpie smiled and aimed her staff at the rocks again. Pings of ice cascaded, hit, and melted rapidly under the hot island sun. Sparrow giggled. Magpie gestured with her staff to the child-sized bow laying beside them. "Did you want to try your bow?"
"Uhm…." Sparrow took up the bow in two pudgy hands and pulled on the string, same as her brothers and Craven had shown her. She could barely draw it back a few inches and kept trying. She set it down, grinning for approval. Magpie nodded at her sister.
"You'll get it one day. Come on, let's see what Larkie's up to." Their brother had been doing his own thing the past few days, even apart from Falcon. They had jogged with Craven and taken long striding walks with Papa to get her used to her new wooden leg. But now Lark was keeping some kind of secret and Magpie kind of wanted to see what it was.
Sparrow giggled as she followed her sister, both ducking into some random bushes at the edge of the woods. The visiting ship's huts and campfires were this way, a bit away from the Stormy Lover's houses under the trees. There was a new ship docking momentarily, the Sea's Gift, and Lark kept idling near that crew, staring. Who was he looking at? Some sailor woman? Then Magpie saw her brother take up his courage and stride forward.
It wasn't a woman he was approaching. It was some lad a few years older than him, some sailor's or crew mate's son. He was ugly as sin, but that didn't stop Lark from smiling as he held out his hand to shake. The tall muscular boy smiled tentatively and took his hand.
"Wooooow…" Magpie whistled to herself. She wondered if Falcon knew, but probably not. Not with Lark sneaking around the past few days. She wondered who was going to tell their parents when Sparrow tugged at her arm.
"Larkie has a boyfriend?" she asked. Magpie giggled, taking her hand. She snuck them back the way they came toward the beach.
"Looks like. Come on, Sparrow. Let's see if Papa and Mama's time is done so we can have some lunch."
"They're always sleeping," Sparrow shrugged. Magpie had a feeling they did more than sleep whenever they went into the captain's room and shut the door. But she didn't say anything.
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"You get the feeling Lark has a girl?" Hawke wondered. She was enjoying a cup of wine on the deck of the captain's house, surrounded by her mates. Sparrow was asleep in her lap and her hand soothed over the girl's black curls idly.
"Larkie? He's so quiet lately. I think Fal has his eye on some girl with the new crew," Isabela shrugged. She made a face. "I really don't want to think they're old enough to be having fun too."
"Go on, drink your wine," Hawke urged Merrill. The elf sipped slowly, a blush darting across her cheeks.
"You know I can't drink as much as you," she protested. Hawke gave her a roguish grin.
"Yes, but you do get so handsy when you do," Hawke teased her. Merrill gave her a saucy wink. Magpie made her way out to the deck and went up to Isabela, accepting a hug.
"Mags. Are you ready for bed?" Isabela asked. Hawke reflected that motherhood looked good on her pirate queen, a constant thought she had over the past few years.
"Uhm hmm. Fal and Lark are inside."
"Good. No trying to get dates when it's bedtime," Hawke muttered. Her sire's instincts began to flare in irritation at the thought. Isabela noticed and rubbed her thigh.
"They'll be fine. They're getting big. But not too big today. Bedtime, lads!" she called inside.
A groan of dismay came from the teens, but they put their figures and scrolls down. They helped put down the girls and Sparrow was already asleep.
"Goodnight, lads," Hawke said to the teen boys as they headed to their room. Lark gave a smile and Falcon waved, yawning. Inside the captain's room, Hawke shrugged out of her loose airy tunic, tossing it on a chair. She began to unfasten her belt, but Merrill took over the job for her. She teased her with light touches along her thighs, even cupping the growing bulge between her legs. Hawke smiled as Merrill finally eased her trousers open and she let them fall.
"Need any help with that?" Isabela asked. She had her bandana off and was removing her earrings. Her golden choker remained off these days and Hawke liked that. She could see her mating mark easily. Isabela gestured to her wooden leg. Hawke nodded.
"Guess so," she admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed naked. Merrill unfastened the iron hinge that operated as a make-shift knee, and Isabela removed the wooden leg. Both pieces were set aside by the dresser and Hawke scooted up onto the mattress. Isabela shut the window shutters and Merrill blew out the lantern, keeping a few candles going. Hawke opened her arms and her mates sidled up into her arms. Touch was easily exchanged for more pleasurable caress and Hawke knew another easy day ending in pleasure was a good thing to have in their lives on the island.
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End notes: Well we're just having some fun without battles, showing the family's life. Hope ya'll enjoyed. Drop a few words if you can. Stay strong, my lovelies.
Pen 8/29/2020