Hawke And His Princess Chapter 32

Just a side note from the author. I want to thank everyone who is still with this story, I know it has gotten really long. There is a lot that's going to be happening for our young couple, the pace of the story will pick up, I assure you, and there are surprises in store. More characters will also be appearing soon, adding to the action and excitement. The slower moments in between are simply there as a bridge. There are exciting developments in store for young Hawke and Elayne, especially for Hawke, as his world gets turned upside-down.

So please don't hesitate to leave me a comment. Let me know what you think. Criticism is definitely wanted.

Once again I want to remind everyone that all the characters in the sex/romance scenes are 18+.

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Hawke prepares to leave

The next morning found Hawke standing on the balcony, captivated by the beautiful scene unfolding before him as the sun started rising. Off in the distance, the vast ocean shimmered under the glimmering light, its waves gently lapping against the rocks and shore. Expansive, verdant fields sprawled out to either side of the imposing Keep, their vibrant hues contrasting sharply with the ancient stone walls. Below him, a blend of emerald grasses and golden grains danced gently in the breeze, dotted with grazing animals that brought the landscape to life with their quiet movements. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds filled the air, creating a harmony of nature that blended perfectly with the beautiful sunrise. Hawke felt a sense of peace wash over him, as if this serene moment was a reminder of the beauty that existed in the world around him.

He looked back into the room, looking at Elayne still sleeping, his heart going out to her. Tomorrow, he would have to leave, he didn't want to, still didn't understand why he had to. Frustrated, he turned back around, not really looking at anything, his mind a whirlwind. The one thing he did know for sure was that this would be a night she would remember.

After a while, she woke up and stretched her body out, feeling him inside her mind. She looked over to where he was leaning against the balcony. Whenever his mind was troubled, she would find him out there like he was now. She got up, threw on her robe, and walked out to where he was, pressing herself against his back with her arms around him. "Morning my love, did you sleep well, baby?"

He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her. She could see his love for her in his eyes, but she also saw a flicker of pain as he looked deeply into her. "Morning to you to princess, I slept well enough, how about you?"

She knew he hadn't. In fact, he hadn't slept much since they had come back. She knew where his mind was, but she refused to think about it. Today was their last day together for a while, and she was determined not to let her emotions creep in and spoil their final moments. She could feel the pain in her chest, the urge to break down, but she steeled herself against it. Instead, she forced back the tears that threatened to spill, knowing she needed to be strong for both of them.

She tightened her arms around him, "I slept well, my love. So what's the plan for today?"

He watched her as she gazed up at him. He still didn't understand how he got so lucky with her. She was so sweet, so beautiful, she was literally his everything. He had to taste her lips, and he leaned his head down to hers, his heart racing as he pulled her closer to him. "Elayne," he groaned before his mouth captured hers as he poured his heart and soul out to hers and gave everything of himself to her.

She melted against him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, a soft moan escaping her lips that sent shivers down his spine. His hands slipped beneath her robe, exploring the warmth of her skin as he felt the heat radiating from her. He craved her, aching for more from her. He wanted to lose himself completely within her.

With his mouth still on hers, he lifted her and set her on the balcony railing, drawing her close to him as her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands cradled her face gently as his mouth explored hers hungrily. The hunger between them intensified as his fingers slid down her soft skin, to her breast, her nipple. Her soft moans sent shivers through both of them. Her back arched into him, seeking more of his touch, while her legs wrapped tighter around him. He paused for a moment, drawing back to savor the sight of her, each beautiful detail etched in his mind becoming a cherished memory. Before his lips traced a gentle path down to her breast as his fingers seeked out the soft warmth between her legs. Each caress on her clit igniting a fire within her higher.

As he slipped his fingers deep inside her, a low growl escaped as he savored her warmth and wetness. His fingers began to move while his mouth captured her nipple, teasing it with soft nibbles and gentle sucks. The heat radiating from her enveloped him, her fingers digging into his back with urgency. He quickened the pace of his hand, feeling her need for release building. He glided his mouth to her other nipple, and she cried out, moving her hips against the movement of his hand.

She gasped and tilted her head back, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Her thighs clamped tightly around his waist, urging him deeper as she moved against the movement of his hand. Waves of ecstasy washed over her, flowing like warmth as she released herself onto his fingers. His hand continued moving in and out of her while his lips traced a delicate path along her neck, teasing her ear with every breath.

"Elayne, I'm going to taste you now, baby." She bucked harder into his hand as he lowered his mouth, his tongue making a wet trail down her body as his hand brought her again close to the edge. She grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved it between her legs. Before his tongue invaded her, he put up a shield around them to keep her screams from going too far.

He shoved his tongue deep into her just as she exploded, her body tightened around his tongue, and she threw back her head screaming his name, her body releasing onto him. Lapping up her sweet juices, he again brought her over the edge before his head went back up to hers. She reached for his waistband, but before she could get his pants down completely, he was already burying himself into her moist, hot, tight sheath.

"Oh bloody hell, Elayne," he growled at her before his mouth came down on hers. She wrapped her arms tightly against his neck, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he pumped his shaft in and out of her. She was so bloody, hot, and tight. He desperately needed more of her. He grabbed her hips, pulling her off the balcony and deeper onto him as he put her against the wall. Using his shoulders as leverage, she slammed down on him as he pumped hard and deep into her.

"Hawke," she cried out as her body tightened around him, her hips becoming uncontrollable, sliding up and down him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as her nails dug deep into him, her sheath tightening before exploding over him.

His mouth went back to her breasts, demanding her body to release around him. His mouth went to her ear, "Elayne, I need to hear you scream my name as you come for me, baby," he whispered desperately into her ear. He felt her grip him tightly inside her, her hips going up and down him faster. He pulsed and thickened around her, her body tightening more as he heard her screams. He threw back his head as he roared, and with one final deep thrust, he took them both over the edge of ecstasy.

He carried her over to the bed and laid down with her on top, pulling her body tightly down on him. "I love you, baby," he whispered in her ear before his hips started moving with her.

Later, as he lay on his side, he watched her as she quit panting and her body relaxed. She turned her head towards him, with a very sexy satisfied look on her face. "I love you too, Hawke," she whispered, rolling on her side towards him, bringing her body against his as she wrapped an arm around his neck. He lowered his mouth down on hers gently, his hand moving up and down her back. Finally, he released her mouth, looking back down at her, his hand still on her back.

"What would you like to do today, my beautiful sweet princess? You're free until tonight, I've got plans for just us, my love. Whatever you decide, we need to be back here so we can get ready for our special evening out. And don't worry, my love, I've already got your dress for tonight."

She started laughing as her body started squirming, "Hawke, quit that," she said in between giggles, "quit tickling me please."

He looked down at his hand, sliding up and down her side. He looked back up at her with a mischievous grin, his hand continuing its movements, "and if I don't want to," he said with amusement. The back of his fingers gently started running across her belly, then back to her side. She started laughing harder, her body squirming more under his hand.

"Stop, please, Hawke, you're going to make me wet myself," she squirmed out from under his hand before he could continue his torture. She stuck her tongue out at him as she walked into the other room. Smirking, he laid on his back, his hands under his head, waiting for her to come back.

"How about we go grab some breakfast, my love," she said as she walked to the doorway, looking at him. "I'm starving, baby, and I know you are too, we worked up quite an appetite earlier."

His eyes ran up and down her naked body, pausing between her legs before going back to hers, "your right my love, I am starving but not for food," he growled as his shaft got hard, and he got up off the bed walking towards her.

"Hawke," she said breathlessly, her eyes going down to the full length of him, ready for her again. Her eyes went back to his as she watched him come closer, his eyes once again full of hunger for her, "How about we go grab something to eat first, then we can come back here." He pushed her against the wall, his mouth trailing down her body, "I really am hungry baby," she barely whispered before his hands grabbed her hips, and he pushed her up to where she was even with his mouth.

He put her legs over his shoulders and looked up at her, "So am I baby," he growled at her before his mouth and tongue invaded her.

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He looked over at her as she sat there eating her breakfast, "so you never said what you want to do today, my love."

"How about we practice with my new sword, I'm itching to try it out," She said as she looked over at him, unable to read him, "please."

"As you wish, my love," he said quietly before kissing the top of her head.

Hawke monitored her mind as she held the sword in her hand. It was more balanced to her, and the hilt and grip fit her hands better. He still wasn't totally satisfied, but this would work better than the other sword. At least with this sword, it was light enough that she didn't need to use both hands. She could use a shield with her other hand.

After practice, she sat down beside him, "Can I see one of your swords. I want to see the difference between yours and mine."

He chuckled as he pulled one of his swords from his back, "You will have problems holding it, even with both hands." He ran his hand across his sword, deactivating the spell that ensured only his hand could touch it. She looked up at him curiously, "I have an enchantment in both swords that ensures my hands are the only ones that can touch them. I just deactivated that enchantment, so you can hold it safely," he held out the sword to her.

She looked down at it hesitantly and then back up at him, "what would happen if someone did touch it without deactivating the spell?"

"They'd get a really nasty electric jolt throughout their hands. They wouldn't be able to grip it as electricity ran through their body." He chuckled again as she hesitated, "Don't worry, baby, it's safe, I promise."

She finally set her hand on the sword hilt hesitantly. When she saw that nothing happened, she closed her hand over it and went to move it. She put both hands on it and struggled to lift it up off his hand. She looked up at him, realizing just how strong he really was, either that or she really was weak.

He chuckled and looked down at her, "You're far from weak, my love. You're just perfect. My swords were built for me, my strength, my grip. Let me show you something," he saw Fergus walking into the courtyard and called him over. Hawke handed his sword to Fergus, who looked at Hawke in confusion. "Just take it," he chuckled.

Fergus shrugged and put his hand around it to lift it up, he got a lot further than Elayne before he had to use both hands, but he still struggled with it as he tried to do a couple of moves. "Bloody hell, Arik, how much does that blade weigh? Are they both like that?"

"Their both like that." He held out his hand for his sword. After Fergus handed it back, Hawke ran his hand back down the blade, reactivating the enchantment before putting it back into its sheath on his back. He looked back up at Fergus, "Let your sister hold your sword," Fergus handed Elayne his sword. She had to use both hands as she struggled to lift it up, but she was able to lift it a lot more than his own sword.

She handed it back to Fergus and looked back at Hawke, "ok, so your swords were made for you, Fergus's sword was made for him, and I'm still a weakling because I struggle with both."

"Elayne, with the right blade in your hand, you can be just as deadly as your brother or me. You're progressing fast with your training. We just need to find the right blade for you. When I come back, we'll have one made specifically for you. In the meantime," Hawke looked up at Fergus, "would you continue her individual training while I'm gone? I trust you not to let her go easy. She wouldn't need the extra training if her original teacher's hadn't been so slack with her." He turned back to her, "I want you to continue your training with the soldiers every other day and your individual training in between those days. And I'll know if you miss a session, I want you to continue learning both the offensive and defensive techniques, understanding the purpose behind each one, and how to execute them effectively."

He looked up at Fergus, "You can count on me, Hawke." he looked over at his sister, "in fact, I want to see for myself how you've been doing. We made a mistake before not testing you ourselves, I won't make that mistake again. Get a blade, sis, and let's see what you've learned."

She looked eagerly at Fergus before getting a sparring sword that she was comfortable with, she had to prove not only to her brother but to Hawke that she was capable of doing this, that the training he was giving her wasn't being wasted.

Hawke watched quietly in her mind as she cleared her head, focusing on the battle in front of her. He noticed Bryce watching just on the other side of the sparring grounds. Hawke made eye contact before nodding, both going back to watching Elayne.

It was a standoff on who made the first move until they both went at each other. As they moved across the training circle, the sound of their practice blades clashing echoed across the training grounds. Each thrust she made was met with a swift block from Fergus, who countered with his own moves, demonstrating both his skill and a touch of teasing competitiveness with his sister.

With each session, Elayne was not just honing her techniques but also learning how to anticipate her opponent's actions, allowing her to flow more seamlessly between offense and defense.

A quarter of an hour into the fight saw Elayne still standing, with only a few minor welts on her, but she had scored one on her brother. She was proud of that one. After a little over half an hour, Fergus finally made a killing blow when she wasn't able to get her blade up in time. She looked crestfallen as she realized her mistake. Fergus had scored a total of five welts on Elayne, while Fergus only had two.

Hawke saw Bryce walking over to Elayne, hugging her, "You did absolutely great, daughter. I'm so proud of you, Elayne."

She looked up at her father, "I wasn't that good, I've got more welts on me than Fergus, and I couldn't hold him off very long before he took me out."

Bryce looked at her, "You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would, and you actually scored on your brother. Elayne, you should be proud of what you did today. I bet you had practice before this, didn't you," he looked over at Hawke, who nodded. "Elayne, for someone who had half a days practice, for you to last as long as you did against your brother who's had years of training and fighting, you did great. I noticed some of those moves you did, I'm impressed."

Fergus came over giving her praise, but she still didn't feel like she deserved it. She looked over at Hawke nervously as he walked over to her. He'd yet to say anything,

He knew that it was his opinion that mattered the most to her. He also felt the welt along her ribs was causing her some discomfort. He put his hands on her side and healed her exhaustion and aches. He picked her up and kissed her hard. "You did absolutely great, my beautiful wife. I'm very proud of how you have grown into your skill and strength, baby! Your father is right. You lasted over half an hour against your brother, who's had years more experience than you. Elayne, my love, take this as a victory, even if you didn't get the win. Keep up your training, and you will succeed next time. I guarantee, within a couple of months, you will be standing over your brother in victory."

Fergus started to snicker, but with a disapproving look from Hawke, it died before he could get it out. Elayne looked up at Hawke, pleased with the praise that he had given her. He had basically said the same thing as her father, but for some odd reason, it meant more hearing it from Hawke. His opinion mattered more to her.

He put his arm around her, "Let's go grab something to eat, I know you're hungry. You used up a lot of energy today." They all walked into the Castle for a late lunch.

After their meal, Hawke went to spend some time with his family while Elayne spent some time with her mom. They had more wedding stuff to discuss. His first stop was the girls who came running up to him demanding to be picked up. He chuckled and carried them to the family room, sitting down with them on each side of him.

"You girls being good?"

"Yes, Papa Arik, we've been good."

"Now girls, I have something really important I need to tell you, I have to take off for a while, but everyone else will still be here, including Elayne. I need you girls to continue being good, can you promise me that? And when I come back, we'll be heading home to our farm, okay?"

"We promise to be good, Papa."

Hawke spent a majority of his time with his family and the girls. Finally, he gave everyone a hug and kiss and headed upstairs with a heavy heart. He hadn't been away from his family for more than a week in a long time. He knew they would be ok, but it was still hard on him.

When he got to his room, Elayne was standing there waiting for him. She came over and wrapped her arms around him, "I love you, Hawke," she brought his head down to hers with her mouth going to his. She poured everything she had, not only with the kiss but in his head. Finally, she let go of him, his heart lighter.

"Thank you, baby, I love you, Elayne, with all my heart and soul. Now go take your bath, we got dinner reservations in a couple of hours."

While Elayne went and relaxed in the tub, he laid her packages out on the bed and grabbed his clothes, heading downstairs to clean up and get ready. He poured himself a drink and walked out on the balcony while he waited for her to come down.