Hawke gripped him tighter when he hit that sweet spot inside her. "There!" She gasped sharply, trying to control her voice. "Right-right there...ah...again...do it again." Arishok let out a grunt, biting at the back of her neck before doing what he was told. Hawke could feel her lower stomach tightening in expectation as her walls clenched around him.
"Harder...please...faster...I...Ah!" Hawke's head jerked back, hands reaching to grip muscular thighs while the Arishok followed her every order. He was so close, way too close, he needed to slow down but she felt so good. With all the control left in him, he stopped thrusting, getting a whine of disapproval from the dark haired woman. He kissed between her shoulder blades.
"Shh, I got you." He whispered, pulling out of her long enough to gently flip her around. He had never seen a woman more beautiful; her back arched, sweaty muscles working overtime and she let out a moan.
"A-Arishok...please...I feel...oh...!" She reached up to the man currently towering above her and latched onto his horns without realizing, pulling his mouth down to hers. The motion caused him to lose it, his hips thrusting roughly into her body. She screamed against his lips, but it was swallowed by a scale-like mouth and fangs.
He released his right horn to grip at that broad back. He had definitely pulled some stitches in her leg, but fuck if she could care; the way he moaned her name when their lips parted drove her crazy, and his movements became more erratic, slamming her body into the mattress. This was not how Hawke expected this night to go, and this was not how he was imagining her first time with the man. She let her other hand fall from that other wonderful horn when a large, warm hand gripped firmly at her hips and began to pump into her senselessly.
He spoke in a language Hawke didn't understand, but she'd bet money he was cursing. She decided covering her own mouth would be a better option while the beast latched onto her neck, fangs sinking in deep. Between the thrusts against her sweet spot and the warm body pinning her wide open to the bed, Hawke had completely lost it and the thought that it was the normally stoic Qunari above her sent a huge jolt through her body, making her arch her back as she came. The Arishok wasn't too far behind, biting down even harder on her neck as he buried himself deep inside her to come. The hand he was using to prop himself up gripped into the bed until his knuckles turned white and a muffled growl escaped.
The two lay in silence, only their breathing could be heard. Hawke was the first to speak and it was with a chuckle. "Remind me to worry you more often." Her smile grew when fangs carefully released her throat and a rough tongue glazed over the wound. He was slightly sweaty and very dazed, but comfortable all the same.
Not knowing what to say, the Arishok let his head fall carefully, making sure to rest his horns gently, next to hers.
"Hey, hey you giant..." Hawke said, voice full of affection and sex. "Get off before we end up in another round..." Not that it sounded like a horrible idea, but her body was extremely sore from the battle. Arishok pressed against her protectively for a moment, before rolling to his side. The movement cause him to slide out of her and it was immediately noticed. Hawke curled against his side and was asleep in seconds.
Arishok wrapped and arm around her smaller body and frowned at the, now bleeding, wound. He finally spoke in a soft manner, his deep voice barely heard as he nipped at her cheek.
"...I will not fail to protect you again..."