Dragon Age 2
fic. Not written seriously, so please chill and just enjoy.
The Hanged Man was crowded at this time of day, though it could be said about the tavern at every other point in time as well. The Lowtown of Kirkwall was full of soldiers, laborers, miners, refugees, thieves, brigands, and all other kinds of people who tended to spend every money on ale, mead, booze, or practically any alcohol cheap enough for them to purchase.
One particular group though could always get a free table no matter the time: Hawke's party, courtesy of Varric's acquaintance with both the bartender and most of the patrons - a good portion of them owned the dwarf and was always seeking to be on the good term with him. "Please, serah Tethras, sit on my chair, I don't need it anymore" was an example of such behavior.
The said dwarf was now coming to the table holding a big mug full of ale, which looked completely oversized compared with his height. He kept it close to his famous haired chest, revealed by usual attire.
"I'm gonna ask again, Rivaini." He said, climbing onto a chair, on which a bunch of pillows was set for him to reach a tabletop. "What with the long face?"
The pirate captain hasn't even started her beverage. Few still full mugs rested before her, while she was just sitting there with a disturbed face, resting her head on the bent arm. She dipped her finger in one of the mugs and was now drawing some indistinct shapes on the table.
Merrill was a completely different case. Being utterly excited that someone invited her to the tavern, she was drinking her beer like water, being currently completely dizzy with alcohol running through her veins.
"Long face, hihihi." She giggled so hard, that she almost fell off her chair if Varric hadn't pulled her by a sleeve.
"Haven't you got everything you wanted lately?" The dwarf continued. "Thanks to Arishok's death you have qunari off your back, and by returning with the Tome of Koslun you proved to be more ethical than you pretended to be. You even won Hawke's heart, beating three other people to it, including Daisy over here."
"Wait, she wanted Hawke?" A hiccup interrupted Merril's dialogue. "I wanted Hawke."
Varric only waved his hand in response, staring at Isabela. Finally, the pirate sighed under his piercing gaze.
"Yeah, you're right. I got Hawke." She looked at her fellow rogue. "But he's just so average!"
"Average? Hawke?" Varric was shocked. "He's the most remarkable man I know. Member of a noble family, Champion of Kirkwall, great dancer..." He recited.
"You don't understand, Tethras. He's average down there."
"Oh." It was the only comment from Varric, but Merrill wasn't so subtle.
"Are we talking about his penis?" She almost shouted, drawing some attention from other patrons.
"Sush!" Isabela was quick to silence the elf. "Yes, we're talking about his penis."
"Well... If it's the only complaint... It's not so bad. You could have scored much, much worse." Varric tried to comfort his Rivaini friend.
"Yeah, I know." Isabela tried to smile but quickly returned to her grumpy state. "But I so love being railed by a big cock!"
"Too much information," Varric murmured, half-unconsciously wondering if his size would she deemed enough.
But the reaction from Merrill was much more interesting. She suddenly straightened, before leaning to Isabela and whispering something to her ear.
"You can do what?" Isabela wasn't sure if she understood correctly, but when the elf repeated, he heard the same thing.
"Really? And will you do that? What do you want in return?"
Merrill yet again whispered something directly to her.
"Deal!" Isabela was eager to agree, a sudden spike of excitement heard in her voice.
Varric didn't hear the thing but also didn't ask. He preferred to not know.
Garrett Hawke wandered through Kirkwall's Hightown in springy steps, enthusiastically answering everyone who greeted him along the way. He completely didn't mind people recognizing him, enjoying his Champion status while he still could.
Hawke and his party returned from the Vimmark Mountains a mere hours ago. Their adventures there were as daring as they could get when the simple infiltration mission turned into fighting for lives not only theirs, but many mostly innocent Qunari agents spread along Thedas as well.
Garret couldn't wait to tell the story to Varric and Isabela. Both rogues were left behind because of the involvement of Tallis, an elfen thief. The woman was the heart of the entire story, but he already decided to leave her mostly off, at least with his beloved. Isabela could be very jealous.
Before that however, he decided to visit the city bath house to get himself nice and clean before meeting with the woman of his life, whom he informed about his return with the messenger. That's why he was now clothed casually, in a brown shirt and matching trousers - his combat suit was sent to his estate by the bath staff.
But when he finally got to the mansion and slipped through the door, he found it unexpectedly quiet. No "welcome, serah", no "enchantment", no ever surprised squeak from Orana. Even his dog didn't bark.
Alarmed, he ventured further into the house but soon sighed in relief. On the top floor, visible from the ground stood Isabela, clothed in her regular, sexy white corset reaching down to her high boots. She however ditched the gloves and armbads, as well as the usual bandana, letting her hair wave loosely.
"Welcome home, beloved." He mocked obedient tone, but the accompanied wink made it clear she only joked. "I trust your adventure was successful."
"Bela!" Hawke exclaimed. In a few quick steps, he got on top of the stairs, when he grabbed his beloved by the waist and lifted her into the air, spinning her around. Next, he kissed her longingly.
"I brought you presents!" He said when their lips parted, lifting his arms at the same time. In one of them was a decorative, yet also deadly dagger, in the other an amulet bearing some pirate marks.
"Dagger of the Four Winds! And Badge of the Felicisima Armada!" Isabela immediately recognized the artifacts, known to pirates all over the Walking Sea. "So nice of you!"
Hawke sent the wide smile her way. "Where's everyone?" He asked.
"I gave them all a day off. Two days, in fact. And asked Aveline to take care of the dog, it seems to like her." Isabela left the gifts on a cabinet nearby. "That way the three of us could have some non-restricted fun!"
"Wait, the three of us?" Hawke didn't know what she meant. "Are you pregnant or something?"
"No, silly!" Isabela cut him off. But instead of answering, she grabbed his hand and pulled him further into an estate, namely to the bedroom.
There, sitting on the king-sized bed with canopies, was Merrill. The elf ditched all armored parts of what she usually wore, leaving her in a green tunic and tight-high boots only. Seeing Hawke, her face turned completely red up to the very tips of her pointy ears, making her black tattoos and green eyes stand out even more than usual.
"Isabela, what is happening?" Hawke's eyes darted between the two women.
"You got me a gift, and I got you one too." The pirate responded. "What do you say to spice our sex life a little? Adding the third one?"
Hawke didn't need to ponder long on the offer. Despite being in love with voluptuous Isabela, he always had a thing for the elven women. There was something in their unique facial features and slender bodies that stirred something deep inside him.
"
Beside, sex with two women at once? I would agree to do it even with a dwarf and a qunari!
"
Instead of answering, he pulled Isabela into a kiss but was utterly shocked when the pirate put the finger on his mouth, stopping him halfway.
"She goes first. I wanna watch you." She declared (not entirely honest), lightly pushing him toward the bed.
He stood next to it with his knees pushing against the mattress and beckoned the elf with his finger. Merrill obeyed, and crawled toward her friend and leader, unintentionally arousing him by how seductive she looked doing it.
When she was almost on the edge of the bed, she got on her knees and straightened up, getting her head almost on the same level as his. Then, Hawke cupped her face delicately and pulled her for a kiss.
Kissing Merrill was a completely different sensation than kissing Isabela. The pirate was always greedy and passionate, while the mage was extremely gentle, which allowed him to take the lead. Responding to the elf style, Hawke was brushing his lips against her with nothing but grace, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or scared.
Kissing the new set of soft, small lips aroused him much though, and soon he found his hands wandering along her body. Small even for an elf, she felt incredibly fragile in his arms, like the most precious flower, needing to be protected and cherished. "
And her skin is softer than any human's I've ever touched!
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