Gran Pulse - 600 Years Ago

Trumpets welcomed soldiers as they trotted with their chocobos. Though the soldier in the front who led the rest to the castle's throne building, Hawke, rode a jet black horse plated in a dark violet steel armor. Hawke too wore armor, a black lorica segmentata with manica covering both her arms.

The emperor stood up from his throne chair. He was a handsome 30 year old man. He hid his blonde locks with a royal blue headress plated in gold. His robes were also royal blue, but mainly white. Gold also decorated them. In his right hand he held his choice of weapon, a silver staff with a gold serpent coiled on its tip. He called his staff, Lindzei.

"Welcome back, Hawke! Have you brought us good news?" The emperor's steel grey eyes locked on. Hawke gave a giant grin filled with pride and assurance. "As if I need to ask my finest soldier and closest friend!"

"I knew you were jesting, Barthandelus!" Hawke shouted back before stopping her soldiers. Her horse trotted forward. She leaned down and gently patted her dearest ally. "Thank you for the safe trip, Bahamut."

Bahamut responded by gently bumping the side of her head against Hawke's left cheek. Hawke gave a soft chuckle sitting straight up again. She reach into a sack that she had been carrying and took out its content. A bloodied decapitated head of a man with a ginger beard was presented to the crowd. His eyes were rolled back. His mouth wide open from the final scream he had given.

"We have brought down the tyrant, Krios. Brought him down along with his kingdom. As we all know, he was trying to take our emperor's lands and take our women!" The crowd booed. Hawke's grip tightened around Krios' ginger locks as Bahamut stood on its hind legs before giving a cry. "But no more! His entire land and those who surrendered are now followers of the true emperor, the mighthy Barthandelus!"

The crowd cheered and whistled as Hawke unmounted Bahamut. She stepped forward in front the emperor before getting on one knee.

"Emperor, I hereby present you with your fallen enemy's head as proof and trophy of our accomplishments." Hawke presented the head at him.

"No matter how many times you do this, Hawke, I still feel rather nervous of how you respect me." Barthandelus chuckled a bit. He took the head by its hair. His eyes remained on his faithful soldier. "You're practically my sister."

"Come now, if you start treating me all sloppy like, people will start rumors of us sleeping around together, Bart." Hawke joked, calling him by his nickname.

"Impossible, everyone knows you only wish for the company of beautiful and exotic women!" His eyes went towards the crowd seperate in two by a long red carpet. "Am I right women?!"

The women cheered. Hawke stood to face the crowd. She scratched the back of her head.

"I love you, Hawke!"

"Welcome back, Hawke!"

"We missed you!"

"Bed me tonight, please!"

"Maker, have my affairs really reached all of Gran Pulse?" Hawke laughed. She waved at the crowd. In all honesty she was also looking for her next woman to bed.

"Speaking of women, Hawke, I am so glad you are back today. Today of all days...today is a special day indeed, my sister!"

Hawke turned over at him. He almost never adressed her as a sibling in public hearings. Unless it was truly important and family related.

"Today is the day, we greet our future empress. My life companion." The horns sounded again. Barthandelus lifted his staff. "Master Sorceress Eliza Nsu!"

A white horse trotted in after its cue. The beautiful creature was plated in armor similar to Barthandelus' robes, representing a creature of royalty. The woman who rode it, was wearing all white robes. Her face was hidden by a white veil. Though she could not see, her trusty horse led the way directly towards the Emperor, her soon to be husband.

The horse stopped by the stairs and the woman unmounted the beast. She smiled under the veil as her fingertips glided against the horse's blonde mane.

"Thank you, Odin." She softly whispered. In return the horse gently cocked its head.

"Ah, it would be my honor, Emperor Barthandelus if I present you to your future wife." A priest gave a small bow to his leader.

"No no, I wish for my right hand woman and sister, Hawke, to present her to me." Barthandelus quickly decline as he smiled over at Hawke.

"B-but..that is not traditi-"

"Hawke, Sister, would you do the honor?"

"Yes, of course, my brother!"

Hawke felt so much satisfaction and pride in what had occured, even through a knot of uneasiness that surfaced.

She made her way down the stairs and towards his bride to be. The woman, sorceress, covered in white robes. She was merely halfway down the stairs when the woman began walking to her. It didn't shock Hawke, simply impressed her. She knew Eliza was using some sort of spell to be able to sense where she was going. Hawke outstretched her hand as they met halfway up the staircase.

When their hands touched a sudden gust of wind lifted the veil, exposing the woman's face for a brief moment. Shocked eyes locked as their breath caught in their throat. The veil covered her face again.

Hawke quickly took back her hand as she covered her eyes. She quickly bowed her head over to the emperor.

"I didn't see anything!" She quickly stammered before letting her hands fall. "I mean I did, b-but it was for like a second, no, less than a second! Emperor forgive me!"

The crowd was as shocked as she was, the priest, the entire place was filled with murmurs. The sorceress stood in place, frozen under the veil. Hawke's eyes remained on the ground. Images of the woman continued to play and replay again. Never before had Hawke seen such beauty, beauty truly fit-

Maker, she's fit enough to be a G-Goddess! Hawke thought as her mind kept flashing the woman's face. What is this, I am having trouble breathing. . My stomach its doing flips. . I-

Sudden laughter broke the tension. Barthandelus slapped his thigh before lifting his hand to shoo the problem away.

"Gods, I think this is the first time I see you frozen up, Hawke!" He said through chuckles.

"Emperor, legends dictate, the Emperor is the one to see his bride-to-be first. To unify and solidify your union to be a good one. One that will last until your dying breath. Your marriage, in its entirety has been sullied!" The priest explained.

"Bah! Calm yourselves, that's mere folk-tale." Again his hand shooed before he grinned. "Plus, Hawke is like family. Right Hawke? Why not let my sister see and have her opinion? You've had your fair share of women, Hawke. So, what do you think of our Empress to be?"

Hawke stood erect. A nervous sweat began to form as she continue to eye Barthandelus. They weren't siblings by blood and all people knew that, but he always did consider her a sister. He truly did want her input. She turned and reached for the woman's hand. Eliza's twitched a bit as they relinked. The sorceress felt the deep stare even through the veil. Such eyes, in that split second, their stare was already engraved in her memory. She hesistated for seconds but finally relaxed her hand within the woman's.

My heart, why is it pounding so fast?

They continued up the stairs towards the Emperor. They stopped until they stood in front of him.

"She is truly the most beautiful woman I have had the honor to lay eyes on. It is my honor, Brother, to present to you, your bride." She lifted the veil, present the woman to him. "Master Sorceress, Eliza Nsu."

His eyes grew slightly. Gasps were heard from the crowd.

The pinkette with creamy skin was exposed. Not even a freckle laid on her flawless skin. Her features were sharp yet held such soft elegance. Her sapphire eyes locked with the Emperor's. He seemed to be in a trance with the beautiful woman.

"By the Gods..." He managed to whisper after such a long silence. "You have grown into such a beautiful woman, Eliza."

"Thank you, Barthandelus. You have grown into a very handsome man. I am honored to have been chosen to be your wife and be de-"

"Actually, we wont be married."

"Your Excellency!" The priest stepped closer to them.

"I will declare you Empress of Gran Pulse, but this matrimony stuff, it isn't necessary." He shrugged.

"It is tradition!" The priest stepped closer.

"I don't need the Maker's blessings to assure our union to be a good one." Barthandelus looked over at the man. "Are we going to have a problem, Judas?"

Judas was about to speak his mind and recite countless of passages from his Maker's holy scriptions. But, he felt the tension. He knew to choose better.

"N-no...we aren't." The priest stepped back.

Guards already had their weapons in hand. His eyes went over to Hawke who glared at him.

When the hell did she even give an order?! No wonder she's in command of the entire military. . . Judas clenched the book he held. The Maker will not be pleased with this, Barthandelus.

"Do any of you have a problem with my decision?" The emperor adressed the crowd, who also froze by the shocking news. None spoke up. He looked over at Eliza. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, of course." Eliza lied. Did she have much of a choice?

"And you Hawke?" Hawke smirked and shrugged. "Heheh, that's what I like about you, Sister. I don't need the Maker's blessings. I need my family's and my people's! That is a true Emperor's drive!" The crowd cheered. "On Saturday, my dear, you will be crowned as Empress of Gran Pulse." Barthandelus smiled proudly. "For it is the day of my birth. Why not celebrate both at once?"

"Are you sure, it is your day.." Eliza said softly.

"Its quite alright. We drink all night, am I right?!"

Again the crowd cheered as the ceremony came to an end.

Eliza entered her room. She was given her own seperate room for now. The emperor simply told her he wanted her to get comfortable first. Get use to his presence. Until she was crowned would they actually sleep together.

She was quite happy about that one. She had never been with a man. Ever since she met Barthandelus, 14 years ago, she was to be married to him. He completely fell in love with her at first sight. Now at 27, she stood in one of his castle's balconies. The sun had already set. Countless stars were visible.

Her left eye caught someone from its corner. She turned slightly. It was the woman from before, the one the emperor adressed as his sister, Hawke.

Hawke had stepped out for some fresh air. She was quite surprised to see the future empress outside as well. She gave her a small smile.

"You have been assigned next to my room. So I can keep watch over you, uh, for now.." Hawke nervously explained her presence. Her index finger then came up to scratch at her cheek. "Ah, I should apologize again for uhm, what happened with the whole veil thing."

"Don't be silly, it was no one's fault. Though that gust of wind was quite sudden. No wind had blown today." Eliza looked up at the starry sky before looking back at the woman. "I am surprised the emperor took it as lightly as he did. Many would have thrown me away. As the priest said, I have been sullied."

"My brother doesn't take the Maker's writings as serious as others. Hell, I doubt he even follows the Maker's teachings. He does plenty of studying to other deities."

"Yes...I saw his staff." Eliza responded.

"I knew you would understand, as a master of the magical arts."

"Yes, but do the people really not mind? The emperor must be close to the Maker. Was it always like this?"

"His parents were loyal to the Maker, I am too, somewhat.. But Barthandelus, well...I rather you ask him. Or rather, he will tell you eventually."

"I see. I will be pati-"

"Hawke! Room service is here!"

Eliza's eyes widened when two women, a brunette and a blonde, joined Hawke. They clung to her with one hand while the other held bottles of alcohol. Hawke was shocked, but laughed it off.

"Geez, so impatient. Okay okay, lets drink." Hawke said.

"Oh, we'll be doing more than that!" The blonde said.

The women pulled Hawke in before she could say anything more to Eliza. Eliza stood there, shocked.

So it's true, she's a womanizer.

"She is truly the most beautiful woman I have had the honor to lay eyes on."

Eliza blushed gently when she remembered Hawke's words. Eliza would never say it, but Hawke too was a rather stunning woman. Now that she saw her body out of the armor she had been wearing, she saw her body as whole. Though muscular, she was lean and curvy. She was tall and her emerald eyes held such power within them. And such a wild hairstyle. A relaxed mohawk with a burst fade on both sides. It suited her. She clearly lived life on the edge.

Eliza was slightly embarrassed to have Hawke on her mind and not Barthandelus. But she felt it, when they locked eyes, in those seconds she felt a spark. A fire light up within her. A fire she did not feel with Barthandelus as their eyes met for the first time.

What is wrong with me? Maybe I should get some rest.

It was the same thing every night. Hawke would sleep with a different woman, sometimes even more than one. Eliza had to admit, she was a bit curious as to why the women lusted for Hawke so much. She seemed to be the most popular, even surpassing the male soldiers.

That aside she was honestly shocked that Hawke was in the military and was even the Commander of it. She was the only female in the front lines. While the rest of the women who were within the military were medics or cooks.

She'd later find out from Hawke, that women were banned from taking part in combat, as Barthandelus valued women more than men. In his belief:

"Women are essential to keep an empire flourishing. Without women, our numbers would fall drastically. Future mothers are to be tended to with highest care."

In his empire, women choosing motherhood was recommended. Leaving to many of them to be stay at home wives. Eliza was somewhat bothered by it, she did not want to end up like that. She welcomed children, but the thought of never continuing her work in the magical arts, bothered her. She had always wanted to continue her studies and experiments in cures for diseases and even a potion for immortality had crossed her mind.

"And you?" Eliza asked Hawke. "Wouldn't you ever want children?"

"I'm not really the mothering type." Hawke gave a light shrug.

"Oh..right.." eliza remembered of Hawke's sexuality, "but how about if your partner would want one? Would you be open to her having any?"

"Uh..." Hawke gave a small smile. Her eyes looked over at the sunset. Luckily for them, their view was facing open land, perfectly allowing them to watch the sunset after a seemingly endless green landscape. "Settling down with one woman has never crossed my mind. So parenthood and marriage and all that, ain't really suited for me. The battlefield is my calling. She's my one true love. Fighting is all I know."

"So you have never fallen in love with anyone?" Eliza asked.

Hawke gave a shrug once more as she looked over at her. "Guess not."

"Hawke~" A voice sang from within the room. Hawke turned her head. Another visitor had come for her tonight.

"Don't you want to fall in love?" Eliza frowned. "Don't you tire of this?"

"I have a very unique lifestyle.. I enjoy it. I just don't feel like the type that will ever settle down, future empress. Heh, maybe I just love women too much. Now, if you'll excuse me." Hawke bowed before stepping inside.

Eliza sighed. Her heart stung for some reason. But she could not pinpoint the cause. Maybe she yearned for their chat to be longer? Maybe she wanted to learn all about the woman, whose life was so much different from hers.

The rest of the week passed by fast. Eliza had spent the entire morning getting prepared for her coronation and Barthandelus birthday. Finally she was able to have a breather. She stepped out to the balcony. To her surprise Hawke was outside of hers.

"Its almost time, you nervous?" Hawke asked.

"Not really. I'm actually use to crowds. These people, they know me by name. Know of my accomplishments and have already accepted me." Eliza smiled a bit. "I'm sure they don't mind me leading them along side him."

"Well, now I feel bad... I don't know a thing about what these accomplishments of yours are." Hawke scratched her cheek, a nervous habit Eliza noticed she had.

"Don't feel bad. When I arrived I didn't even know he had a sister." Eliza shrugged lightly.

"Ah, well...technically we aren't really siblings." Hawke continued to scratch.

"Excuse me?"

"His mother found me while traveling." Hawke looked out in the distance. "My real parents, I never met them. Only a letter was found inside the rags they left me in. It contained my name and reasons why they had left me. Fuckers, were embarrassed of me, so they got rid of me...s'all I wanna say. Kinda boils my blood, sorry." Eliza nodded, accepting the dismissal. All in due time. "But, anyways, Bart's mother, took me under her wing with the kindness of her heart and raised me. Seriously, she cared for me, bathed me, fed me, and everything you could imagine. Ah, well except breast feed me, she had no milk." Hawke laughed then smiled lightly. "She truly was my mother. Ah, but of course hi father also raised me. He taught me to defend myself, from 'perverted men' little did we know I would never be with a man." Another laughed escaped. "They were truly parents to me, regardless of what that priest said."

"Judas?"

Hawke made a face of disgust when she heard his name. She was into the Maker's teachings and loved his word like many did, but to shove it down people's throats, she was never fond of such things.

"Yeah, that guy. He threatened them that their kingdom would fall if they kept me within their hold. Ya shoulda seen Mom, she was furious! Send him down the cellars for two nights then made him apologize. Funny when you are on your knees apologizing to a baby." Hawke laughed again, hearthier than ever. "He was wrong. I've done nothing but defeat enemies that dare trespass on our lands and have even acquired more land for Gran Pulse! 'Til this day, he hesitates to look me in the eye."

"I see. I can sense that from you. A great fire burns inside of you, a fire that makes you shine so brightly. If is very difficult to keep from not staring at you. There is something that quickly attracts others to you." Eliza said softly. Hawke blushed ever so lightly from the woman's praise. Eliza cleared her throat as she saw she has spoken out of emotion. Her eyes headed towards the distance. "S-so you have never been with a man, then?"

"Nope. Just not interested in them. They don't get me hard." Hawke smirked.

Eliza blushed and glanced over. "H-hard? What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah, my nipples don't get hard with them." Hawke teased.

"Maker, you confused me there for a second." Eliza smiled anyways. She then turned when she heard her door open.

"Excuse us, but the ceremony will commence shortly. If you will join the Emperor."

Eliza looked over at Hawke once before nodding and walking away. Hawke watched her walk off.

I wonder if I should tell her? Technically she is going to be family too. In due time, I suppose. First, I need to know if I can trust her. Hawke stretched and joined them.

Many people attended the coronation, including Eliza's family. They shook hands with the Emperor as they swore their daughter to him as well as their land and alliance. Barthandelus stepped to the side and introduced Hawke to them, introduced as his sibling. They stood there slightly shocked. Hawke gave a soft chuckle and explained the adoption story.

"Forgive me for not attending our family meet years ago. I was bedridden for quite some time." Hawke continued her explanation. "To think I missed when these two love birds fell in love. I could have snagged the soon-to-be Empress all for myself." Hawke grinned as she eyed Eliza's mother. "You have a very beautiful daughter and I can see where she gets her looks from."

"O-oh dear, why thank you." Eliza's mother blushed as did Eliza for Hawke's bold words. Her father grinned, proud to hear such words from Hawke. He knew all to well of her adventures with countless of women.

"She is not a blood relative, but she is the second most important person to me and my most trusted and loyal soldier. I promise she will also protect our lands, our soldiers lives, including the Empress. Give her a chance, you wont regret it, right Judas?" Barthandelus grinned over at the priest. He also liked teasing him for his false predictions of Hawke bringing down his empire.

"Right...your Excellency." Judas said sternly. "But you should tell Eliza's parents, about your plans not to marry her. Jacob and Marie, listen in on his plans."

"You do not wish to marry my daughter?" Jacob crossed his arms.

Hawke's brow lifted at the two blondes. Her eyes went from their appearances. She just noticed an odd thing. Eliza's parents had blonde hair and blue eyes. Eliza had blue eyes, but where did her soft pink rose colored hair derive from?

"Father, Mother, its quite alright. I am still going to be crowned as empress and our alliance will be official. He loves me the very same as a husband would." Eliza explained.

"But without the Maker's blessings, traditions speak of utter failure in the marriage and sanctity of generations to come within the royal family." Marie countered with a small frown.

Judas grinned slightly as Eliza's parents took his side and not the emperor's. The emperor was slightly displeased. He didn't hold the Maker dear within his heart. He knew all about the Maker's teachings, but he had grown to despise him the older he got. Still, he wanted to be with Eliza and would do anything to have the woman of his dreams.

"If you are all worried of the Maker's wrath, then we can have a matrimonial ceremony as well." Barthandelus said with a slight smile.

Many were shocked while others were pleased at his Majesty's change of heart on the matter. Eliza slightly reached for his hand and gave a small squeeze.

"Are you sure? You do not have to do this if you truly don't want to." Eliza whispered.

"Its fine. I want us all to be pleased with this union." He replied with bigger smile.

With cheers and claps the wedding and coronation began.

Hawke frowned as she saw Judas begin the ceremony to wed them.

Only Hawke knew how much Barthandelus hated the Maker. So much so that he wanted to one day rule the entire world. For every single human and creature to cower under his wrath and might. While he was not the Creator of said world, he wanted everyone to know he was the Ruler and Decider of everyone's fate. He wanted to be a true God of the entire world.

With that much hatred on his heart for the Maker, would the ceremony even bless their union? Surely the Maker knows Barthandelus would never open his heart and soul to him and accept he is lower than the Maker.

Hawke had a heavy sinking feeling in her stomach. So much uneasiness was a first for her. She never doubted her brother's actions, but this one she knew would bring bad consequences.

"If there are any objections as to why these two should not be wed, then please now or forever hold your peace?"

Eyes went around the giant temple. Eliza glanced over at Hawke, who stared over at her brother. Eliza blinked and looked over at the emperor who glared at the priest. Her eyes went back to the Commander who was now staring at her. Eliza's air caught in her throat as Hawke stared with worried eyes. Hawke's hands balled into sweaty fists. She clenched her jaw tightly. She didn't want to ruin the union. No one said a thing and so their union became official and Eliza became not only the Empress of Gran Pulse, but also wife of Barthandelus.

This is wrong. I shouldn't have allowed this to happen. . .

The night ended late for everyone. Many passed out in the endless halls of the castle after the big party that followed.

Eliza nervously headed back with Barthandelus. It was their first night together ever. She was quite nervous. She had never slept with anyone, much less had sex with anyone. She had completely saved her virginity for him.

Barthandelus smiled gently. Then stripped down to a plain shirt and his boxers. Before Eliza could undress he went forward and took her hands.

"Actually, I know tonight counts as our honeymoon, but I actually...I'm not ready yet." Barthandelus said suddenly.

"W-what do you mean?" Eliza asked, quite shocked. "Do you want for us to start as if we are dating?"

"N-no, thats not what I mean. I yearn for you, but right now...I still have something I need to settle before uhm, we actually do this. T-try to understand, please?" He gave her hands a small squeeze.

"Oh, of course. Its okay. I do want you to be one hundred percent ready. Its only fair." Eliza said as she searched his eyes for any lies. "Then...shall I go back to the room I was in?"

"No. We can sleep together. That I am ready for." He chuckled softly.

Eliza nodded but said no more. Barthandelus quickly went to sleep, Eliza on the other hand remained awake. He gave his back to hers. Never once reaching for her or turning to her direction. She kept her eyes locked on his back. She was relieved they weren't going to do anything tonight as she too wasn't ready, but she still wondered why he had delayed their union.

This unfortunately happened every night. He would kiss her but never go further. She didn't want to bring up when their union would occur, but as a woman, it bothered her pride.

Am I not attractive enough? Is my gown not appealing enough? Is he angry over the forced wedding?

Two months went by and she got restless. She needed answers and she knew exactly where to get them. Or rather who to ask but Hawke had gone on several scouting missions within those months, exploring undiscovered lands Eliza's parents lived near. With Gran Pulse's army at their disposal, they gathered more lands and resources. Hawke had been busy that entire time. Coming home for a day or two to give the emperor a report before leaving once more. Eliza always worried about her, but soon enough the woman returned. She always returned, unharmed and with a grin on her face.

But luck was finally on Eliza's side. Barthandelus had convinced Hawke to ease up on adventuring while they inhabited their new lands.

"Come now Hawke, I don't want world domination. Relax."

Hawke had smirked at her brother's words. To make joke of it, but mostly because she knew that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to run the land, but mainly he wanted to run the people. All the people.

"You're right, brother. Too much too fast will surely make you sick. Lets take it day by day. Or year by year. The best meals, are those you take a lot of time in preparing." Hawke grinned before bowing. "Good night, Emperor. . ." Another bow. "Empress."

It was night time, nearing midnight, Barthandelus was asleep as per usual. The anxious empress stepped out of the room and headed to Hawke's room.

Hawke was inside her shower. Finally she had privacy. Her hands ran down her soap covered body. Her hands stopped at her breasts where she would then squeeze them. Even gently, her breasts were highly sensitive. The tips of her index and middles fingers pressed against already pointed nipples. The tips then pinched and pulled her hard nipples. Her eyes glanced down at the hard member between her legs.

"Its been quite a while. I'm gonna cum pretty fast.." Hawke whispered to herself. Her member throbbed as she pinched her nipples again. "Mn, hell, I'm probably not gonna hafta touch it."

Playing with my nipples like this, i wonder if I will ever have someone play with them. No, even better just suck on them. Mm, or bite them. Pull them..

"Hawke, is that how you like it?"

A quick image of the Empress surfaced. Her tongue's tip brushed her top lip. Slowly and gently. Before going back inside. She grinned slightly and leaned in to roughly bite Hawke's left nipple.

Hawke instantly opened her eyes to shake the image. She let go of her nipples, but groaned. Too late, her manhood was already throbbing wildly as it ejaculated. Her hands gripped the eight inch length.

"F-fuck, no, I didn't mean to cum with that. Mnrgh, shit, stop already you damned thing.." Hawke whispered through moans. "Maker, forgive me."

Shit, that was an intense orgasm, but why her.. anyone but her. Shit.. its just a slip up, it means nothing. Hawke's eyes widened at the red stream going towards the drain. Oh great, what a time to start my menstruation. Mrngh, maybe its punishment for what I just did. .

Eliza gave a knock at the closed door. Another. Then one more before she called out Hawke's name. Eliza frowned.

Maybe I shouldn't have waited so late, but I know Hawke's patterns. She should be awake, but hopefully with no woman by her side. N-not that I'm jealous! I-I just need to talk to her. She froze then chuckled softly. Maker, look at me, arguing with myself.

She gave a soft sigh before she reached for the doorknob and turned it, it was unlocked.

"Hawke, I'm coming in!" She said before opening the door wide.

Her eyes widened as a naked Hawke with a black towel on her head greeted her. Eliza's eyes immidiatedly heading south where she saw an organ that she only ever knew belonged on a male's body. They both gasped sharply. Hawke quickly covered her manhood with the towel. Eliza shrieked out an apology before shutting the door and rushing back to her room.

It was distant but she heard Hawke call her. Eliza didn't dare stop or look back. She directly headed back to her room.

Hawke's heart tightened. She stood in her room, back against the closed door. Shocked of what happened. She didn't know whether to give chase or just stay quiet.

O-okay, Hawke. R-relax, don't do anything crazy. Crazy? You just came with a mental image of the Empress. How crazier can it get?! Also, remember, you are still naked. Just, relax. Breathe. Trust in your Empress. Maker.. fuck, what if-

Hawke took deep breaths before locking her door. No one but her brother and family doctors knew of her "secret." Not even her lovers. She'd always pleasure them, and never gotten pleasured. By playing the fetish card of BDSM, she'd always have the consent of her sexual partners to be tied up to the point where they could never be able to venture her body. For added measures, Hawke even blind folded them to keep her secret hidden. Never had she been caught and until now.

Well, she is the Empress, my brother's wife. Sh-she's entitled to know! She was going to know eventually. Argh, but why like this?!

Hawke tried to comfort her restless mind. After dressing, she paced to and fro for several minutes, she decided to wait and see what happened. Silence followed. Silence Hawke decided to take as assurance that the empress decided to keep quiet.

Eliza entered the room so completely out of breath that Barthandelus awoke to her gasps. He quickly got up and went to her side.

"What's wrong?! Is everything okay?!" He asked.

"Ha-Hawke...p-p-p..." She studdered unable to make a sentence.

"Oh, you saw it." Barthandelus whispered then bursted with laughter.

"Why are you laughing?! Dear, did you know?"

"Of course I know. We're siblings after all. I helped take care of her." He said through chuckles. He took his wife to the foot of their bed where she sat to catch her breath. "Only my parents, the family doctors, and I know. No one else does. She...is kinda insecure about it." He too sat down and looked towards their balcony. "I always tell her to be proud, but well, its easier said than done."

"But she's always sleeping with other women, what of them?"

"Well, I asked her and she tells me she does bondage type play." He blushed slightly with embarrassment. "So, those women never touch her or see her. Its just what they agree to sign up for. Any woman who disagrees is denied by Hawke."

"I see.."

"What were you doing over there anyway? So late at night.. were you going to ask for bondage advice?"

"W-what?! N-no, no no-" Barthandelus laughed again. Clearly he was joking. Eliza sighed softly before giving a small smile. He headed back to bed. Eliza soon followed. "I'll have to apologize to her. I ran out of there so fast. She'd gotten the wrong idea. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. It shocked me that's all."

"Well, I'm glad you found out. Now you two can be even closer. I mean, you are my wife and she is my sister, I would love for you to spend a lot of time together. She's the closest family I have and she is my best friend."

Eliza nodded. They kissed before going to sleep. Eliza's mind kept remembering Hawke's manhood. She blushed slightly, now remembering Hawke's body. Muscular, even a six pack decorated her stomach. She had lovely figure. A perfect mixture of both feminity and masculinity. She was truly a hermaphrodite.

I-I shouldn't be thinking of her that way! I'm just...deprived. Her eyes went over to her sleeping husband, who had yet to make her his. I still have to ask Hawke why her brother continues to deny me.

The following day she invited Hawke for tea, Hawke quickly accepted the invitation.

They met by a bench within their courtyard. Maids prepared their tea and biscuits as the women sat down to talk. Eliza excused the maids, letting them leave the rest to them.

It was a rather odd moment of silence between them. Both blushed deeply trying to figure out how to break the cold ice. They made eye contact but quickly broke it off.

Hawke finally cleared her throat and spoke. "Uhm, did my brother tell you about my c-coc-condition?"

"Yes he did actually. After my unfortunate freak out." Eliza finally met Hawke's nervous gaze. "I truly am sorry about that. I just, wasn't expecting that to happen and I have never met someone as unique as you."

"Unique?" Hawke smiled slightly, truly taking it as a compliment. "I uhm, hope that you can keep it between us."

"Of course I can!" Eliza quickly replied.

"Thank you, Empress." Hawke bowed her head in respect. Eliza smiled warmly. "Oh by the way, why were you stopping by my room so late at night anyway?"

"Oh...uhm, well, actually..." Hawke's brows rose as she saw the Empress become nervous again.

Eliza looked in all directions before standing and taking her chair next to Hawke's. Hawke grew a little nervous at the sudden closure between them, still thinking about what she had done the previous night. Eliza was literally knee to knee with her. The image of her sensual smile flickered in her mind.

Damn it, Yun, pay attention! Hawke, as odd as it was, called her manhood sometimes by her own last name. She'd like to think she inherited it by the people that abandoned her.

The Yuns. Mr. and Mrs. Yun, or hell maybe it was two Mrs. Yuns. She would always think.

"Uhm, about your brother, my husband..." She paused slightly becoming hesitant about even asking such a private question, but still it was bothering her so much, she just had to ask. "I...well its been two months already since our marriage and yet we haven't consummated our marriage, so I'm just a little worried as to why."

Hawke wasn't shocked with the news Eliza had shared with her, actually she had been expecting it. What shocked her is that Barthandelus had yet to share why he wouldn't do it with her. Hawke sighed softly before sitting back.

"Hmm..." Eliza glanced over at Hawke's hum. Her eyes went down to Hawke's throat. No Adam's apple? Hawke glanced over at her. "Where you searching for an Adam's apple?"

"H-how did you know?!" Eliza squealed then hid behind her teacup. Her eyes still nervously locked towards Hawke. "Sorry, I just can't help but be curious about you. I don't mean to impose."

"No, its okay. I mean I am also curious about you." Hawke took a biscuit before shoving it whole.

"Me? What of interest could I possibly have?" Eliza asked, quite curiously.

"That hair color." Hawke mumbled through bites. "Your pops nor mom have it, so I was wondering, how did that happen?"

"Its quite the story, to cut it short a magical spell gone wrong." Eliza gave a soft chuckle when she remembered.

Her breath then came to a soft halt when Hawke ran her fingers through the locks of said rosy pink hair. Their eyes locked again, but this time Hawke's were calm. Not a trace of nervousness in them. She smiled softly before retreating her hand.

"Had a feeling it was gonna be soft." She gave a chuckle before going back to her tea and biscuits. "Tell me the long version of it, yeah?"

"Ah, right, okay. Well, it wasn't too long along. A small epidemic was taking over in our city. I was looking for a remedy. I was so close to one, but then a bunch of other elixers fell into it when a sudden earthquake hit us. Well, for curious measures, I uh tried it. Can't let a mixture go to waste. Also, we mages are curious over anything magical, even if it brings the death of us." Eliza smirked at her own dark joke. Hawke did the same. "Well, my illness did leave when I awoke the next morning. But, I also woke up with rosy pink hair. Unfortunately I could not remake the potion, but I still managed to find a cure for it with the help of other mages who were also focusing on a cure."

"Now you are forever stuck with lovely unique hair." Hawke replied before sighing softly. "Thanks for sharing, Empress and about my brother, I will ask him whats going on, but he will hafta tell you himself." She gave a small sigh before glancing at Eliza out of the corner of her eye. "Sorry, but its a rather personal topic, so it can only come from his mouth."

"I-I understand. Thank you, Hawke." Eliza frowned slightly, getting Hawke's full gaze. "Maker, I hope he doesn't get angry for my impatience."

"Whaaat? No way. No no, no no no. Hell, I'd be angry too if the woman I vowed to spend my entire life with was depriving me of a sexual life. I mean, that's one way of how cheating starts." Hawke nods before smiling again. "Don't worry, its understan-why are you blushing?"

"You make me sound like such a deprived pervert!" Eliza squealed as she hid behind opened palms.

"Oh come now, its only natural." Hawke laughed and tenderly rubbed the woman's back with right hand.

Eliza kept herself hidden while secretly pleased with their small chat. She hoped more would come in the near future.

It was nighttime, Barthandelus headed to his office, behind his throne room. Such a room where plans of attacks or of rather private affairs could be discussed without worry. There he was to meet with his sister, Hawke.

He was quite curious as to why she suddenly asked to see him. He didn't recall wanting to set off an attack or of any bandits or smaller kingdoms threatening his.

He sat behind his desk. His eyes glanced up when his door opened.

Right on time. Hawke never fails. He thought with a gentle smile.

"Hey, hope I'm not cutting too much into your time." Hawke said as she made her way to him.

"No, its fine. Just cutting into my sleep." He joked.

"Sleep...no love making, bro?" Hawke asked going straight in for the kill. Her brother's smile vanished. She gave a light shrug before taking a seat. He on the other hand stood up and faced his back to her.

"And just what do you mean by that, Hawke?" He dared to asked.

"Oh you know...its been two months. I am just curious as to when I will be an aunty." Hawke dared to joke.

"Really?" He didn't buy it and she knew he wouldn't, but anything to ease a bit of the tension.

"You haven't told her your problem, have you?" Hawke guided the conversation back to pure honesty. She got no answer, after all she already knew it. "Your impotence, Barthandelus, she deserves to know. I mean, she's a master sorceress, maybe she can help you."

"My name not only as Emperor would be tarnished, but also my pride as a man." He replied sternly. His head lowered a bit. "You wouldn't understand, Hawke."

"Geez, I know what it is to feel ashamed, Bart. I mean, yeah, I have a working dick, but I haven't used it with anyone either. Doubt I ever will." Hawke sunk into her chair. Her brother turned and she greeted him with a small smile. "I also live a life of secrecy, Bro."

He sighed and sat back down. He cradled his head in his hands. His eyes locked over at her before dropping once more.

"I am close to a cure, Hawke. I know I am. She just has to wait a little longer."

"At least inform her about it. She really feels less of a woman right now!"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Bro, she thinks its her fault that you won't consummate the marriage. Her pride is also being shattered."

"I-I see." He gave low groan before standing up again. "I'll think about it."

Hawke shook her head a bit before standing up and exiting the room. The I'll think about it was always his clear cut decline.

Another month came and went. Eliza didn't approach Hawke since, other than polite greetings, she hadn't had follow-up conversation.

Maybe I was wrong to assume. Could it be that he actually did tell her? Hawke wondered as she sharpened their blades in their smith early in the morning. She glanced over at their stables and there stood Barthandelus. She stopped and dropped the blade. She paid it no mind as she sprinted towards her brother.

"Whoa, whoa, hey where are you going?" Hawke asked the Emperor as he mounted his Chocobo.

"The Temple of Lindzei. I have created a spell, but I need to have it reassured by the best." He replied. "I will be back in two days. I have already informed Eliza."

"Does she kno-"

"Now, she doesn't need to know. I know this spell will cure me!" He rose his voice. He noticed Hawke's peaked anger. She never liked getting yelled at, even by him. He sighed. "Look, just take care of the Gran Pulse. I leave Eliza in your hands, okay?"

"Understood, Emperor."

Hawke watched as he and several other mages left the castle. She had a sinking feeling as she watched him leave, but it was no use trying to follow him. He was a mage and she a mere human, he'd know she was on his trail the second she left.

She sighed and looked back at the castle walls. Her eyes widened as she saw the empress on one of the many balconies. She too stared off into the direction her husband left. A heavy frown was formed as her brows pushed with worry.

Hawke lowered her eyes. She disliked seeing her empress so unhappy, so worried. She disliked it even more how she kept her brother's secret from her.

Eliza stared down at Hawke. Her frown eased. A soft sigh of relief escaped. Hawke had stayed behind. She had feared that Hawke would also join her husband on his journey, but she remained. She was glad to see the woman there. After all, the reason she stepped out was to see if Hawke had joined them. Her heart was at ease once more.

But why, why is my heart so content to see she stayed behind? Eliza thought. Have my assumptions been correct? Have I truly fall- Hawke finally caught her gaze and broke Eliza's thoughts. Eliza released a small breath as she stared back. She followed up with a sweet smile. Hawke was completely caught off guard, but soon she gave the empress a slight charming grin. Maker, I think I have. . .

Night fell quickly that same day. Hawke had spent the entire day sharpening their weapons. She was exhausted by the time she was done. She made her way to her room.

"I think this is those rare nights I don't spend it with a woman. Actually...its been quite some time since I have had any release." Hawke mumbled to herself. A clearing of throat made her turn quickly. Her face brightened as she stared at the Empress who had indeed heard her since she too blushed brightly. "Shit, s-sorry. You weren't suppose to hear that.."

"Its okay." Eliza said quickly before lifting a jug of liquor. In her other hand was a metal bucket filled with ice cubes, on them two shot glasses rested. "Care to join me for a drink tonight? I've been feeling really lonely for quite some time. I could use some company."

"It'd be an honor, my Empress." Hawke gave her a gentle smile.

Eliza waited as Hawke decided to take a shower first. The jug sat in ice for the time being. Eliza wasn't a drinker, but there were first times for everything.

Hawke's shower was quick. She stepped out with plain clothes and joined Eliza who sat on a couch in her room. Hawke took the jug and served her empress a drink. Clear liquid came out.

Vodka? Hawke smirked a bit.

"You drink often?" Hawke broke the silence as she handed the shot glass to Eliza.

"Just in social gatherings. A sip of wine. I don't really consider it drinking." Eliza replied as she took the glass.

"Vodka is going to be a rough one on you. You sure you want to give it a go?" Hawke grinned at her.

"Are you challenging me, Hawke?" Eliza grinned back.

"If you can't handle your liquor this might really mess you up." Hawke warned with her grin still in place.

"Maybe...that's what I want. To just forget my troubles." Eliza's voice ended in a whisper. Hawke's brows rose and made Eliza quickly shoo away the words. "Lets just drink, Hawke. Come now. Barthandelus did tell you to care for me, right?"

"Yeah, he sure did and if you want to drink then we will, Empress." Hawke nodded.

Eliza took the shot, making a sour face when the burning liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach. The burning remained and even felt deeper as it hit her chest. Hawke couldn't help but laugh as Eliza couldn't hide such a virgin reaction. Hawke followed up. She was a decent drinker, definitely not a light weight.

"Okay, hit me with another." Eliza said as she rubbed her chest. "I know what to expect now."

"You sure?" Hawke asked though she was already refilling the glass. "Hard liquor takes a bit to take effect. Maybe you should wait for it to settle?"

"No, I'm fine." Eliza reached over and looked down at the water like liquid. "I can handle it."

Hawke took another and another. Liquor had never truly affected her. But for the Empress, three shots in and her cheeks were already turning a slight pink.

"The room got hotter." She whispered, mainly to herself.

"You want some water?" Hawke offered, standing up.

"N-no. It's fine, really." Eliza stood as well, but quickly fell back. Hawke caught her in her arms. Eliza's hands settled on Hawke's strong shoulders as she fell into her arms hold. Their eyes locked. "What in the world happened?"

Hawke couldn't help but laugh at Eliza's genuine confusion. "Its the liquor. You have never been buzzed before, have you?"

"N-no, I guess not. How unsightly of me. Sorry Hawke."

"Its okay, I've got'cha."

Eliza was released. She mumbled something about going to the bathroom. Hawke watched her disappear into hers. She left herself sink back into her couch. She let out a shaky sigh.

Shit, why did my heart skip a beat? I wonder if she noticed? N-no, I know I didn't make a face.. or even if I did blush, I can blame the liquor. Hawke nodded before downing another shot.

Eliza had finished her business but stayed stuck on the reflection in the mirror.

Why did my heart feel so light when I locked eyes with her? Eliza's arms wrapped around herself. Her arms were so strong. I felt so safe in them. Barthandelus has never held me like that. Oh Maker, I wonder if she noticed that I was blushing. She continued to eye the mirror. I-I'll just blame the liquor, that's what I'll do.

Eliza stepped out. Hawke lifted the jug.

"Any more?" She dared asked.

"I feel like I will truly forget everything if I drink anymore." Eliza gave a soft chuckle as she sat back down. "I don't want to forget our time together as well."

"O-oh.." Hawke felt herself blushing again.

"Uhm, I-I didn't mean it in an odd way. I mean, I uhm.." Eliza reached for the glass instead. "Maybe I will have more." She softly gasped as her hand was now held by Hawke's. "Hawke?"

"Actually, if you don't mind, why don't you tell me about your troubles?" Their hands seperated but their eye contact remained. "I'm sure its eating at you."

"I just, every night my husband goes without making love to me, I feel its because I am doing something wrong. I feel he is keeping many secrets from me." She crossed her arms and sat back against the sofa. "I even insisted on going to this trip with him, and he refused so quickly." She sighed before frowning. "I am a mage too. If he needs help with spells, I can touch up on dark magic and help him."

"Dark magic? You know that he only practices that?" Hawke was quite shocked.

"Of course. He is known for that. I myself only practice healing and elemental magic, but that doesn't mean I never looked into dark magic once or twice...or a couple dozen times." Eliza gave a non-chalant shrug. "But he completely waved my offer away. He didn't even kiss me goodbye or even hugged me. Just a stern goodbye."

"That asshole!" Hawke growled before quickly covering her mouth. "Shit, s-sorry, Empress."

"No...its fine." She smirked lightly before turning her gaze away. "I thought the same thing. Maybe he only wants a wife to have one as some trophy. I mean, he and I were chosen to be wedded since childhood. He swore to have fallen in love with me, but he sure doesn't show it."

"How about you.." Hawke dared to ask. Eliza quickly locked eyes with her again. "Do you...Do you love him?"

"I..." Eliza hesitated and for a long time. She lowered her gaze to the wedding ring he placed on her not too long ago. "What is love? Feeling secured as they hold you? Feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach as you look into their eyes? Always wondering where they are or what they are doing? Hoping that they too are thinking of you in that exact same moment? I never once felt that with him, but I care about him. I-I can come to love him, right?" The two remained quiet. Hawke's heart clenched tightly. Could it be jealousy that she suddenly felt? Eliza's soft chuckle brought back the conversation. "Well, its too late to question my feelings now. I just wish he allowed me to play my role and make me feel loved. Not treat me like some cold piece of meat that was simply thrown to his side."

"Hey now, come on you are nothing of the sort!" Hawke quickly said.

"Then why, why does he treat me like someone he has no interest in?!" Eliza smacked the shot glass on a wooden table in front of the sofa.

"When the hell did you-" Hawke took the jug away in order to stop the Empress from drinking any further, only to find it empty. "Shit.."

"Hawke...you know women. You have had quite your fine share. You know a good woman when you see her." Eliza whimpered softly before turning over to face Hawke.

Hawke hadn't paid attention before, or rather had avoided it and tried to play it cool. But Eliza wore such a beautiful lavender silk nightgown. Hawke gulped lightly as her eyes dared to wander down to the Empress slightly exposed creamy cleavage. A slight whimper was released when Eliza's hands found hers. Hawke's quickly made their way back to those sapphire eyes that demanded the truth. Pleading eyes that had probably shown the same look at her brother's back every night he denied her.

"In all honesty, Eliza, I meant what I said when I first laid eyes on you." Hawke finally replied. Her hands turned to intertwine their fingers. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Any man or...woman...or a-anything in between, would be lucky to have you as their lover, wife, or companion."

Eliza gave a content smile. They both blushed as neither withdrew their hands. Their eyes continued to gaze into one another. Neither said a word. Until finally Eliza withdrew her hands and turned her body away. Her open hands laid against her chest.

"Hawke...that day, at my welcoming ceremony, when the wind blew my veil and our eyes locked..." Eliza hesitated once more. She was truly blushing, she knew Hawke saw it. There was no hiding it. "In those split seconds, did you feel it? Did you feel your heart squeeze before speeding up? Did you feel your throat tighten then relax as it pushed out a current of air?"

"I-I.." Hawke stood up as she eyed the grandfather clock in her room. Midnight had already arrived. "I-I, I think you should get some sleep. You've drunken quite a lot and uhm..."

"Hawke!" Eliza stood and hugged the woman from behind. Hawke tensed as she felt Eliza's breasts through the thin layer of clothing. "Tell me, tell me I wasn't the only one."

"Eliza, the alcohol is speaking for you...you should go. Please." Hawke tried her damnest to remain calm and collected. Her heart was racing out of control.

"Its..." Eliza stopped herself from speaking anymore. Her hands left the commander's waist before she turned left the room. "Maker, forgive me.."

Not even a good night left the woman's lips. Hawke turned her gaze at the closed door. She released a breath before letting herself sink into her sofa. She was shaking from the tension she held back. Now that she released it, she knew how much the woman affected her. Her hands pressed down at her erected manhood.

Fuck, what was that all the sudden?! This, this is something I have never felt before. My legs feel weak. My palms are sweating and my stomach is in knots. What is this.. I can't...she's, she's my brother's wife! Hawke thought. Its one thing to cum to thoughts of her, but to actually engage in it.. my brother loves her. She's his. Fuck!

"Hawke...it wasn't the liquor." Eliza whispered softly as she leaned against the door.

Ever since we met Hawke, you haven't left my mind. There is no denying it. What I am feeling for you. It truly is love. I have fallen in love with you. Eliza sighed before walking off to her room.

Why, why couldn't I have met you first?

The following morning passed by fast. Hawke surveyed all the Chocobos before going over to her horse.

"Bahamut, how have you been?" Hawke got a brush and presented it to Bahamut, who snorted with delight. Hawke gave a soft chuckle. "Thought you might love some grooming."

Bahamut shifted its head when another joined them. Hawke quickly turned and saw the Empress who stopped.

"I-I uhm, I was going to take care of my own horse...uhm, Odin, but I can come back another time." Eliza was quickly stepping back.

"Wait, stay...I know last night was odd, but its fine Empress. I told you not to drink so much." Hawke gave a soft smirk before handing over another brush. "Here, join us. Bahamut could use some company while I brush her entire body."

"Her? I thought Bahamut was male?" Eliza said as she took Odin out of his stable.

"Huh? You haven't noticed?" Hawke asked. Eliza stared. Hawke cocked her head at Bahamut's genitals. Eliza gasped as she focused in. "Bahamut, she's also both sexes. But like me, she likes to be referred to as female."

"I-I...never noticed." Eliza stared in disbelief.

"Well, I can't blame you. Would be odd if you went around checking animals sexual organs at random times." Hawke chuckled. "Plus, unlike me, she does have testicles which hide her womanhood. But its there."

"How did you find her?"

"She too was abandoned because of her differences." Hawke's tone changed swiftly. "She was a wild pony when I met her. She almost killed me, but I didn't give up on taming her and proving to her that I would never come to hurt her. In time, she came to trust me." Bahamut snorted in agreement. "Saving her from a Behemoth also scored me some major points." Bahamut whipped her tail as a means to shut Hawke up. Hawke chuckled at the mare's embarassment. "Okay okay."

"You two, share such a beautiful bond." Eliza smiled sweetly before going back to Odin. He met her gaze before cocking his head at her. She chuckled and continue to brush him. "Have you ever wondered where these horses come from? I too found mine abandoned. By a river stream."

"I like to think, the Maker himself, sent them to us. So we wont feel so alone, especially because of our differences." Hawke whispered before sighing. "Eliza, about that time..." Hawke continue to stare at her brush, though she felt Eliza's eyes on her. "...I felt it too. When our eyes met for that split second. I felt as if time stood still. For that second it felt as it was just you and me."

"Hawke-"

"But, you have to understand, that I cannot do that to my brother. To the Emperor. I'd be killed for sure." Hawke dropped her head. The brush came to a halt. "I'm sorry, I didn't meet you first, Eliza, before he claimed you."

"Hawke..." Eliza stood from the chair she had been sitting on. Her arms embraced Hawke's head. Hawke remained seated but leaned into the woman. "I understand, but please, can you do me on favor?" Their eyes met. "Yesterday, it wasn't the liquor. I've wanted you for a while now. I want to lose my virginity to someone I actually love. I know that maybe I can come to love Barthandelus, but as of now, I want you to make love to me because I love you..."

"Eliza." Hawke whispered before nodding. "Call me selfish, but I also want to have you before he does."

Night came by fast. Eliza let out a soft sigh before falling to her knees.

Maker, forgive me for doing such an act, but surely you of all knows what love makes people do. Surely you saw this coming, didn't you? Surely you were the one that brought forth that current of wind and made us fall for one another. I cannot stop my heart any longer. My body yearns for Hawke and my heart wishes to be loved by her, even if its for one night.

Eliza opened her eyes as she finished her prayer. With another shaky sigh she stepped out of her room and headed towards Hawke's.

"Empress, it is late, is everything okay?" A guard paused her.

"Yes, I just have something urgent to discuss with Hawke about our army." She smiled innocently. She had always been good at thinking on her feet.

"Ah, of course. Good night then." The guard saluted before continuing his rounds.

Eliza continued her way.

She was met with a nervous Hawke who forced a smile to greet her as she entered her bedroom. Eliza whispered a spell as she touched the door. A spell designed to make the walls soundproof. She looked over at Hawke again, who still appeared nervously frozen in place.

"If you really feel bad about doing this to your brot-"

"That's not it." Hawke interrupted before blushing. Eliza's eyes widened. It had been the first time she had seen the commander so on edge. "I just, I mean, its going to be my first time too. S-so, uhm, don't expect a lot out of me."

"By first time, you mean.."

"You'll be the first one to ever touch me and the first I give my entire body too. The first woman I bed that ever sees my body." Hawke averted her eyes as she became more self aware.

"Thank the Maker." Eliza let out a sigh before letting herself fall on the couch. Hawke noticed now how much she was shaking. She sat next to her before taking a hand into hers. "I thought I was the only one feeling like nervous wreck. I feel bad about not feeling such guilt for my husband, maybe its because he hasn't shown me an ounce of love. Maybe because...he's neglected me for so long now. Maker, I shouldn't have married him. I should've married yo-"

Hawke hushed the woman with a kiss that quickly deepened before ending.

"Don't say that. Don't regret it. He's just going through a lot, but he's doing everything in his power to fix his problems."

"You know more than you tell me, don't you?" Eliza asked.

"Well, I am his sister and his best friend. He tells me everything, but he told me not to tell you anything...I'm sorry." Hawke frowned a bit. "I'm sure, one day soon, he will bed you and it will be the most amaz-"

Now Eliza hushed Hawke with a short kiss. Their foreheads pressed against each other as their gaze locked.

"I love you, Hawke..."

"I love you too, Eliza."

Eliza gasped lightly as Hawke carried her to her bed. She was gently placed on it. She rested on her elbows as Hawke began to undress before her. She hadn't been wearing a bra under the plain white shirt. She removed her underwear as she removed her black shorts. Eliza scanned every part of Hawke. Such a beautiful human she was. Muscular yet perfect curves. Not a single battle wound was present on her lightly bronzed body, proving she surpassed all the enemies she had encountered over the years.

"Don't think I'm not flawed. Well, other than that." Their eyes quickly fell to Hawke's shaven midsection. She turned and pointed at her back. Four giant scars ran down against the length of her back. "The Behemut I saved Bahamut from caught me off guard. Thankfully, it was only a young one with no experience in the hunt, even as a teen I was able to strike it down by myself. But if it had been an experienced one, Maker...I would have die-ngh!"

Hawke tensed as Eliza ran her index and middle finger down one of the scars. Her arms then snaked around the woman's slender waist. A hand slowly carressed the woman's toned stomach.

"I always fear you not returning from scouting missions. Being in love with a soldier, truly is nerve wrecking." Eliza whispered.

"You worried about me all those times?" Hawke asked as she turned. Their eyes locked. Eliza's eyelids clung to a few tears. "Eliza, that means so much to me. Just in knowing that, it makes me want to come back home as quickly as possible."

"Hawke please, make love to me."

Hawke nodded and removed the woman's gown. Nothing laid underneath it. She had but a rosy pink bush between her legs. The empress blushed profusely, she was already moist. Her nub as stiff as her nipples. She wanted Hawke, her body was begging for Hawke's touch. This truly was a dream come true.

"I dreamt of this moment so many times.." Eliza whispered softly. "While sleeping and while awake. How I yearned for your touch, Hawke."

Hawke smiled gently before pressing her lips against the erected clitoris. Her tongued snaked out and weighed itself on the nub before rubbing upwards.

"Yes, like that, right on the center." Eliza moaned sweetly. She pressed down Hawke's head. "More, more pressure Hawke."

The tip of Hawke's tongue rested behind the lower set of her teeth, to hold it in place while she placed even more pressure. Eliza moans grew loader. Her clit erected upwards as she was nearing her first orgasm. Hawke increased her speed while keeping the same pressure with the very center on her tongue. Her right hand headed over to Eliza's heated core, before pushing its index and middle finger inside, curving upwards towards her G-spot. Eliza gave a sharp gasp as her hips left the mattress. Hawke's free hand held her from her lower back as her body jerk from her climax. Hawke lowered her speed as Eliza's orgasm eases and subsided. Her body relaxed back into the Queen sized bed. She hid her flustered face as she viewed Hawke licking at her fingers.

"H-how, how is it?" Eliza shyly asked.

"Best tasting nectar I have had." Hawke whispered.

"I, its my turn, to satisfy you." Eliza suddenly came up to her knees, meeting with Hawke who was on hers.

"Uhm, uh, you...you don't have to..." Hawk suddenly froze and seemed to shrivel back a bit. Luckily her manhood still stood erect and ready for its round.

"You say no. Your body says yes, Hawke." Eliza said.

She thought it was so cute how quickly Hawke got nervous. While she may have experience in touching, the thought of being touched truly did shake her up a bit. Eliza gave a gentle smile, taking such a thought into consideration. Hawke was a confident woman, when it came to her outer looks, combat experience, and charms. But, when her true self was exposed her insecurities became so obvious. Eliza knew, Hawke didn't despise her body, but she feared others would. Having been abandoned by those that brought her onto this world, she found it hard to believe others would wrever accept her.

"Hawke, you are so beautiful." Eliza whispered before leaning over and kissing her. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you, all of you."

Hawke whimpered softly as she leaned into Eliza. Eliza's hands glided throughout Hawke's body. The tips of her fingers touched every single part of her. Eliza noticed how tightly Hawke tensed as she glided her breasts. She'd found her weak spot. After having her share and making Hawke ease into her touch, her hands wandered back to Hawke's breasts. Eliza's eyes locked down at the above average erection. It twitched as her hands cupped Hawke's breasts.

"Hawke, do you like it rough or gentle?" Eliza asked.

Hawke gasped softly as she remembered her fantasy. Deja vu? Hawke looked over at Eliza, who, coincidentally, brushed her tongue between her lips. She gave Hawke a seductive smile. So deja vu. Hawke bit down her lower lip before grinning back.

"Surpise me." Hawke whispered. Eliza chuckled softly. Without warning she leaned in and gently bit her left nipple before pulling at it. "Fuck, this really is deja vu!" Hawke moaned out. Eliza didn't need to ask. "I fantisized about this not too long ago. This feel so much fucking better!"

"How erotic of you. It makes me happy." Eliza purred softly.

Hawke's length throbbed as Eliza's hot breath hit her chest. Eliza left her breasts, leaving her hands to tend to them. Her eyes locked down on Hawke's manhood. How she hungered for a taste. She leaned down. Her tongue flicked the tip of the head a few times, collecting and taking in the precum that had accumalated from its neglect. Her thumbs pressed against Hawke's hard nipples before her index finger joined and pinched them. Roughly before easing, then roughly again. Eliza didn't have a chance to take in the entire length. Before she knew it began to shoot out a hot sticky thick liquid.

Mn, so this is, this sperm?

Eliza's mouth wrapped around the tip as she drank every last drop Hawke released.

"S-sorry, I couldn't hold it." Hawke whimpered. Eliza pulled away. She licked at her lips before biting her lower lip with her top set of teeth. She smiled gently.

"How long until we can go again?" She asked with such a husk voice. Her eyes never left Hawke's.

Hawke's manhood heated up again. They both looked down at it. They let out chuckles as it answered on its own. They then leaned over and held each other in a long embrace.

"Do you really want to give me your virginity, Eliza?" Hawke whispered.

"Only if you wish to give me yours.." Eliza replied.

They pulled away and both nodded. Their foreheads rested against each other. Again like their first meeting it seemed as if time stood still and as if their heart beats syncronized. Even if they didn't sleep with one another, tonight would still have been perfect and unforgettable, but they knew this was their only chance until an uncertain future. They would never pass up this chance.

Hawke slipped on protection, remembering the doctor's words. She was incredibly fertile and had to be careful as she had 99.9 percent chance of making a woman pregnant by not using protection. She wished Eliza would birth her children, but, maybe in another life. One shouldn't be so greedy.Eliza laid on her back. Hawke stared down at the V-shape her legs created. Her hands ran upwards on their inner length before resting on their knees. She smiled over Eliza who nervously smiled back.

"Take my hand." Hawke whispered as she offered her left.

Eliza held it with her right. There was no need for Hawke to prepare Eliza as her folds were already moist and ready for penetration. Her left hand took hold of her length. She leaned into Eliza's core. Eliza tensed when she felt Hawke's tip against her entrance. Hawke ntoiced. Eliza's grip had slightly tightened.

"Look at me." Hawke whispered. Eliza stared at Hawke who deeply stared back. "Its going to be okay. Just relax. It will hurt at first, but it will go away soon enough. Just relax."

Eliza's grip relaxed. Hawke laced their fingers together as she began to enter. Eliza whimpered as her virginity was taken. She felt a burning prickling feeling rise as her walls were stretched by Hawke's thick member. She gave out a soft cry. Hawke leaned down and kissed her to try and distract her from the pain.

"It hurts." Eliza whispered. "I think I'm bleeding."

"I'm sor-" Eliza pecked at Hawke's lips. Hawke was shocked to find the empress with a smile, even though tears clung to her eyes. "Do you wish for me to st-"

"No, this is proof, proof that I am yours, Hawke. These tears, are tears of happiness." Tears welled up in Hawke's. She nodded in agreement. "I will power through, Yun."

Hawke slightly grinned. For some odd reason she felt pride in her last name being called out. I love yous were shared once more before Hawke continued to move her hips. In time Eliza's whimpers became muffled moans. Her legs soon chained themselves around Hawke's hips, as she took in her entire length. Hawke brougt the woman up with her as she rested on her knees. Eliza's hips naturally rolled into Hawke's. Her womanhood clenched tightly, as Hawke gripped her lower left cheek. They continued the same position, as it felt the most intimate. They held each other as their top and lower halves seemed to melt into each other as one. Their lips, even their nipples seemed to share deep kisses as they rubbed against each other. It truly felt as if they were one being. It was perfect.

"I'm cumming soon, Eliza.." Hawke panted.

"Me too, together Hawke.." Eliza sweetly whispered.

Eliza cradled the back of Hawke's head, pressing her fingers into the wild mohawk while others carressed her scalp. Their eyes never unlocked, neither did their lips. They wanted every moment engraved in their memories.

This moment could be the first and last.

Hawke tensed first as she orgasmed. Eliza gasped for air as she felt the length throb inside of her. She let out a long low moan as her own orgasm soon followed, with the help of Hawke's fingers, who rubbed at her clitoris.

Both of them soon found themselves trying to catch their breath. They chuckled softly as they continue to hold each other even after Hawke's length exited.

"That was amazing, Hawke." Eliza whispered.

"You are amazing, Eliza." Hawke replied.

"Thank..you.." Eliza's voice cracked. She hugged Hawke as she hid her face against Hawke's left shoulder. "Thank you for tonight."

"I...I love you." Hawke whispered as she held her empress. Her own forehead rested on Eliza's left shoulder.

"I love you too, Hawke."

I will cherish this moment, forever.

Barthandelus returned the following day. He grinned as his people welcomed him. Hawke remained locked in her room, unwilling to see him since she knew what was to follow. It was Eliza, his wife who welcomed him.

"Welcome back, my love. Was your trip a success?" Eliza asked.

"I come a new man, who will finally make you his tonight, Eliza. Forgive me for the wait."

"Don't worry, I am sure it is worth the wait."

The two headed towards their bedroom. Barthandelus headed for a quick shower. Eliza sat at the foot of her bed. Knots formed in her stomach. Her hands were cold from nervousness.

Oh Maker, I don't want to do this. I don't want to this!

"Are you okay?" The emperor asked. He had a white towel around his waist. Eliza glanced over and scanned his body.

A hairy chest was exposed to her. No muscles bulged out. A flat stomach was present, but again, nothing was toned. Compared to Hawke, he was an average man. She tensed as he approached her. His hands took hers.

"You're hands are freezing, are you okay?" He asked again.

"I-I'm just very nervous. I mean, its going to be my first time. Our first time." Eliza whispered softly. "I was looking to this moment, but now I have cold feet."

"Its okay, it doesn't have to be tonigh-"

"It does!" Eliza interrupted before looking away. The sooner, the better. "I mean, I want to. I'm sorry."

"Its okay, we'll take it step by step, okay?"

Eliza forced a smile as she nodded. And so, their first time began. Barthandelus readied her body before exposing himself. When he finally did, her eyes headed down at his manhood. Average. Six inches long and around an inch smaller than Hawke's in width.

"T-touch it, sweetie." Eliza tensed again. Barthandelus noticed. He smiled. "Its okay, maybe another time. Uh-"

"Please, just make love to me, please? I can't bear it anymore." Eliza whimpered.

Barthandelus blushed at his wife's bold remark. He didn't bother with protection. After all, they were behind in having children. He tired of hearing the whispers of why the empress still hadn't announced a pregnancy.

I'll shut them all up, tonight! Barthandelus thought.

Maker, just do it. Get this over and done with. Eliza thought as she fought back tears from building.

"Why are you crying?" The emperor asked as he wiped away tears that managed to escape. He had already pushed his length inside. "You aren't so wet, am I hurting you? Maybe we should-"

"N-no, I'm just so happy." Eliza replied.

"I love you, Eliza."

Eliza smiled before bringing them to a kiss and avoid saying those words in return.

Hawke remained on the foot of her bed. She cradled her head as thoughts of Eliza entered. She cried profusely as her heart felt heavy. The pain of a broken heart was truly the worst pain she had ever felt.

I love you, why did I have to fall for you? You, who will never be mine.

Oerba - Present Day

Fang shifted in her sleep. Lightning quickly sat up from their bed, hoping the huntress would finally wake up. Nothing followed. Lightning reached for her hand. Fang had returned to her that same night, but had passed out. All said it was a normal side effect after being marked. Lightning knew nothing of their teachings, but she still couldn't shake the feeling they were hiding something from her. They still didn't trust her, was that the reason?

"Eliza.." Fang whispered softly. Lightning stopped halfway. She gasped lightly as tears ran down Fang's face.

Who's...who is Eliza? Lightning's heart dropped with worry.

Fang had never mentioned another woman, only Vanille. Well, as well as her little adventures with Lebreau which clearly meant nothing. But who was Eliza? This woman who Fang cried for in her sleep?

To Be Continued. . .

AN: Gahhh, I'm alive folks. Sorry for such a long absence. To be honest, new ideas for this story surfaced outta the blue and have taken so much time to write down. This chapter was actually going to be a lot longer, but I did not want to keep you guys waiting and thinking I dropped the story. So I'm breaking it in two parts. Update sooner than this one, promise. Dx