Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Dragon Age 2."

Authors notes: New story. It's gonna have a few chapters only. Enjoy. Thanks to CharlieBarrow for jumpstarting with the idea, and beta-reading. Varric's last line came from her.

"Trying to forget"

Chapter one "Hawke's View"

This really was all at Varric's insistence.

Hawke, shirtless, and enjoying another ale, was laughing and sprawled among a few naked omegas. One of the males angled up for a kiss and she lavished one on him before the omega female beside her curled up by her side. If Varric knew how wild this nobleman's party was going, he'd have come along. He'd had a hard enough time convincing and cajoling her to attend. He'd hired the carriage driver to take her from Kirkwall Hightown to a manor in the hills outside of the city. Before that, he'd pushed, physically and verbally, pleaded and begged.

"You need a good time. You've been cooped up ever since the Arishok."

When Hawke had grumbled, saying she'd done patrols at night to aide the townsfolk from dissidents, Varric had scoffed.

"When do you never stop at helping others? Help yourself, Hawke! Please! Have a good time. For my sake."

When Hawke had protested again, Varric gave her serious eyes and laid it on her. "You're the Champion of this city. You saved everyone. Don't you think we all appreciate that? I'm sorry Rivaini didn't stay. She should have. But this lord wants to give you a good time. Let him. Let others thank you for your service. It's been two years, Hawke. It may be time to look elsewhere."

Hawke had tried to put off her heart's hurt by teasing Varric at that point. His maybe crush had been apparent lately as it was. "Well, well, well. I didn't think you were the type, Varric. I'm flattered."

"It's the chest hair, isn't it. Women always love my chest hair. But stop dodging, Hawke. Go on, have a good time. I command you," were his last teasing words.

So Hawke had come.

At first Hawke had been fully clothed. In proper company. The head of the household had given a speech in her honor, toasting her. The noblemen and women around her eagerly cheered. The ale kept coming and when the first had come up to tug her tunic collar open, Hawke had been shy. Embarrassed, even. But as she drank and drank and laughed through her stories, her inhibitions had lowered along with her clothes.

Ever since she'd arrived, the nobleman who'd arranged the party had toasted her again and again. Her hangers-on wanted battle stories and drinks were plied on her. Hawke actually had begun to relax, as the ale flowed, and she really got into her recollections. Too bad Varric wasn't here to help tell the tale. But she did a good enough job and beta and omega noblemen and women pressed her on either side. Their hands touched her all over, grasping and stroking as she'd been divested of her tunic. Hawke had been feeling warm by this point, so she was more than fine with it.

When the first touch went along the raised scar along her belly, Hawke had frozen. Her face flushed in sudden embarrassment, and she would have covered herself, but the words around her were soothing and complimentary.

"Your muscles….they look so good, Champion. Did a dragon touch you here? And you came out in one piece? So strong…."

Hawke happily gulped down the rest of her ale and grabbed a glass off a passing server's tray, downing half of it. She was well past buzzed and going toward well and truly drunk.

The room spun, filled with twining and naked bodies. And Hawke was enjoying herself. When the dinner had been served and the drinks began to flow, Hawke saw it for the hedonistic opportunity it was becoming. Her tunic had come off an hour ago and as she sauntered through the dining hall, she was greeted eagerly, and her breast binding had been unwound a long time ago. Eager hands ran over her muscular sides, and over her leather-clad rear.

Hawke laughed as she was blindfolded by the nobleman's wife. Her hands were all over her, groping and touching her sides and breasts.

"What do you want, Champion? This party is for you. We owe you many, many thanks….." The older woman was very eager for her pleasure. Hawke had mumbled something along the lines of "Trying to forget."

"Forget? I'm wondering what that is, a scuffed tousle, bad words….. But it doesn't matter anymore! Enjoy all of this. You deserve it, Champion. You saved us. Now let us serve you…."

More than a few hands had groped her leather-clad ass as she was led down the dining hall, laughing and talking. The nobleman's wife had her left hand in hers, guiding her along. Others found the opportunity to touch as she passed. If they wanted a piece of the Champion, let them have it. Warmth, pleasure, she could give it and take it, and screw the rest. Hawke could enjoy the moment and finally forget her. Isabela had been gone for two years now. She could be with whoever she wanted. The female omega finally got her pants off and Hawke set her glass down, pressing her to her back.

Hawke sighed as she pulled up from the first omega, pushed to a fast spilling. The woman panted, spent and Hawke pulled out, her cock half bent. The next mouth on her smelled different. Male. Omega. There weren't that many of them, so Hawke was happy to offer her cock. The omega male bent his head to take her into his mouth. Hawke sighed, running her fingers through his hair.

Hawke was flushed and eager and while thrusting into the omega male's mouth, she let her brain go on auto-pilot. She was drunk enough that coherent thoughts were annoying, and all of this flesh was hers for the taking.

The moans and movement of naked flesh around her told Hawke's brain to relax and enjoy. They all were. The smells were new, enticing and spicy and musky, all kinds. Hawke's head was tugged to the side and a woman kissed her lips deeply. The male omega on her cock murmured around her and took her in deeper.

Hawke's hand clutched the back of his head as she began to come. He swallowed her eagerly and when he withdrew, Hawke's cock still bobbed upward. The ale was like fire in her veins; Hawke was more than endowed to take what she wanted. She turned toward the next woman beside her, mouth searching as she couldn't see with the blindfold. Fingers curled around her jaw and tugged her close. A hot deep kiss began and Hawke's interest waxed as her cock throbbed between her legs. This woman smelled different too.

But a flash of something familiar wafted closer. Leather? Whiskey? That was like…. Hawke growled in her head, pressing the woman onto her stomach and mounting her. No, no, that wasn't right. Forget her.

Her first thrust in made Hawke's mind go red. The gasp on her second thrust centered her. And Hawke kept moving, willing her heart to still as her lust boiled.

"Oh, Champion," the woman moaned beneath her. Hawke's hands groped her prone body as she hissed, climaxing. When she pulled out, more omegas pressed closer, hands on her, coaxing her back to stiffness. Male. Spicy. She kissed him and more hands roamed over her sweaty back, through her tousled hair.

There, that hint of leather again. Hawke stiffened in the kiss and let the man go, lips parted as she pulled back. She gave an agonized shout out loud of frustration. 'Let me go! Just leave completely!' Hawke's mind roiled through the loagy feeling of drunkenness. Her hands reached out, and she was grasped on either side. Soothing hands massaged her back as she was pulled into another kiss.

Hawke was laid onto her back on cushions on the hall floor, her companions joining her. She stretched, letting them have their fill.

She wanted to enjoy herself and she was going to.

End for now

End notes: New story, let me know what you think.

Pen 6/20/2021