Ashe

They spun around and around in circles, his hands on her hips, squeezing her way too intimately for an ordinary friend. But Greyer Hawke was no ordinary man. He was gorgeous, fun, light-hearted and he made her feel good. And she couldn't help thinking about what an absolute beast he was in bed as they danced around the tables of the tavern to the roaring cheers of the patrons. The place was packed, the alcohol was flowing, people danced around them and on the tables, singing, laughing. Ashe had decided to throw an impromptu party for Hawke, and she had the time of her life. It was exactly what she needed. A break from Cullen and Alistair. Not that she didn't still want them both – but she needed this to unwind and avoid herself exploding in frustration.

And Greyer was, as always, the perfect distraction. When he'd told her earlier that he wanted her, she'd had to restrain herself from jumping him right there. She knew it would be better if she did what she did best: tease the fuck out of him. She knew exactly what that would do to him, and what that would make him do to her later. She wanted it all tonight. Hard, relentless, mad fucking with a man who could be so commanding in the bedroom that it made her wet just thinking about it.

Ashe laughed to herself as she thought about what the Chantry thought about girls like her. Perverted little temptresses. She found it beyond funny that they now all hailed her as the Herald of Andraste. But she knew that there was nothing wrong with her. She just knew how to wield her power, and if men fell for it, that was their weakness, not hers. She would never feel inferior to a man or let anyone make her feel ashamed for what was a healthy desire.

That said... She needed another drink. Impending sex with Greyer Hawke made even her on edge. And judging by the way his eyes burned into her at this very moment, the word 'sex' was not enough to describe what was to come.

She shuddered with want and pressed her body closer to his and he turned her around as they danced, her ass pressing against his groin, his large, tanned hands gliding down her sides, dragging deliciously over her stomach until they settled on her hip bones. She swayed against him to the strange beat of the music. They had drummers playing tonight and Ashe could swear that the heavy but rhythmic sounds made everyone wilder, sweatier, hornier.

Maker, she could feel his hardness pressing into her from behind. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto his shoulder. She was grateful for the loud music and the constant talking and singing from the crowd as it drowned out the moan she let out when she felt his wet lips on her neck. Her arms flew back and she grabbed hold of him, desperate to touch him somehow. She felt his mouth right against her ear next.

"Wanna get out of here, princess?"

Hawke turned her around again and let his hands slide down to grip her backside, totally shameless. He smiled that impossibly gorgeous smile and looked her in the eyes. "I want to wreck you."

Ashe swallowed hard and returned his smile.

Thank you, Maker, thank you!

"Yes, please," she said, her voice ridiculously sweet.

Hawke snickered at that. "Good girl." He grabbed her hand and before Ashe knew it, they were outside and he simply grabbed her and guided her to jump up and put her legs around his waist. He kissed her neck and laughed but kept on walking as if he were carrying a little girl and not a grown warrior woman. Funnily enough, Ashe didn't mind. Greyer was the only one she liked feeling young and maybe not so adult with. Probably because she knew that he didn't judge her in any way whatsoever. She was just Ashe to him, regardless.

He carried her through the deserted throne room and took the steps up to her room two at a time.

Andraste, he's so strong...

She couldn't wait for him to focus all his attention and strength on her. She kissed him and writhed against his crotch, drawing out a low, throaty moan from him. He finally stopped walking and threw her down on the bed.

"You up for a little adventure tonight, princess? I'm warning you, teasing me all day and making me wait this long has really riled me up, you know." Hawke's eyes wandered all over her body as he spoke and Ashe could barely keep herself from reaching up and dragging him down to her. All that wine had made her even wilder than usual. But she stayed where she was. If he'd placed her there, he wanted her to stay put until he said otherwise.

"You want the short answer, Greyer? Fuck yes." She grinned and he smiled in response.

"Good. I like it when you obey me, princess."

Ashe shook her head. "I'm no princess, Ser."

Hawke positioned himself at the edge of the bed and trailed his fingers slowly over Ashe's foot and up her leg, making her shiver. His eyes glinted at her words. "No? What are you, then?"

"I'm just a stupid little whore." Her voice was low and she stared at him, chin up defiantly, despite her words. Hawke smiled again, a dangerous edge to his expression this time. Maker, she could see what mood he was in, and she craved it with all her soul right this moment.

He crawled over her and his broad frame shadowed her. He grabbed her wrists and shoved them up above her head against the sheets of the bed. "And how do whores deserve to be treated?" he asked. His face was so close to hers now and Maker, she wanted him to ravage every inch of her.

"Harshly," she whispered and then she raised herself up slightly, forcing contact between their bodies. He answered by releasing one of her wrists and he gripped her chin, hard, before he raised his hand and slapped her across the cheek. She gasped and she was instantly ablaze with consuming desire, coming from somewhere deep within her. She wanted more. "You're going to have to teach me to behave, Ser. I told you I'm stupid."

"I can tell," he hissed at her and then he ripped her shirt apart. "Don't worry, I'll fuck some sense into you." Her breasts sprang free as he tore off her breast band and he bit down on one of her nipples, making her moan in pleasure mixed with sweet pain as his tongue circled around it when he alternated between licking and biting her. He brought his hand down and eased it into the lining of her leggings, reaching slowly all the way down to her center.

"So wet already? Filthy, little slut," he breathed against her ear before he licked it, while he dragged his fingers across her folds and up to her swollen clit, drawing out mewling sounds from her throat. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and she was just about to protest when he shoved two of his fingers, still coated with her slick juices, into her mouth. "You made that mess, you little whore, now you clean it up."

She obeyed, making a show of licking his fingers and moaning at the same time. Tasting herself on him made her throb even harder with lust. He stared at her and when he deemed her finished, he pulled her leggings off, leaving her completely naked underneath him. He spread her legs wide before him. "Touch yourself."

She did what he asked and lowered her hand to her cunt, pressing two fingers against herself. She bit her lower lip and breathed hard, never breaking eye contact with him. He watched her intently as he freed himself of his own clothes.

"Maker's breath," she whispered. He was a sight to behold. Tall, muscular, tanned. He was a mage, not a warrior, but he was sure built like one. She admired the scars that adorned him in a dozen places on his chest and his legs. After that, her eyes fixated on what was really waiting for her: his cock, hard and clearly excited by her.

"Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?" he said, his voice one beat away from being a growl.

She looked down on herself. She hadn't even noticed that she'd stopped moving, his body was too distracting. Before she had a chance to resume what she'd been doing, he grabbed her feet and yanked her to him at the end of the bed where he was standing. He lowered his head like he was going to lick her, but she knew he wouldn't do that, not now at least. Instead, he spat on her cunt and slapped it lightly with his hand.

Fade, he's so good...

His actions made her even wetter. She would come sooner rather than later if he kept spanking her like that.

"Do you want to please me, Ashe?"

She nodded eagerly and he slapped her again, and she bit her lip hard to stop a moan from coming out.

"Take care of me," he commanded and she scrambled to reach for him as quickly as possible, getting on her knees at the edge of the bed. Maybe it was the wine filling her but she was so hungry for him.

She spat in her hand and wrapped it around his cock. He hummed his approval and she started moving it slowly up and down. She bent over and licked the head of his cock, once, twice, lapping at him like a hungry cat before she finally opened her mouth and took as much of him as she could. He released a loud groan and put his hand on the back of her head, urging her on. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on his hard, delicious cock. He pushed her head down and forced her to take him as deep as possible. She held him down her throat for an impressive amount of time before she gagged, and when he let her up for air, she breathed and then immediately shoved him down her throat again. She wanted to feel fucking raw when this was over.

"That's it, that's a good little girl. Such a good whore..." His eyes were half-closed and his head leaned back as he murmured his encouragement to her.

"Mhmm..." She wanted him to keep talking, it was one of her favorite parts about fucking him.

"If you keep being so good, maybe I'll fuck you when I'm done fucking your mouth. And if you misbehave, I'm going to fuck your ass so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."

Ashe moaned and stopped what she was doing. She let go of his cock, now dripping with her saliva, and leaned back on her heels. She put her index finger into her mouth like a child and widened her eyes at him.

"Why, Ser, now you make me so confused... The reward for behaving is just as good as the punishment for not obeying you. How is a girl supposed to choose?"

Hawke narrowed his eyes at her but she could see he was fighting the urge to throw their little game aside and just fuck the living daylights out of her in any way he could. He may have been calling the shots but she was still the one with the real power.

"And what would you say misbehaving consists of, Ser? Maybe if I touch my wet, little pussy without your permission?" Ashe licked her fingers and then reached down and plunged them into herself, never letting her eyes drift from his.

"You disobedient little bitch," he said and threw himself on top of her. He grabbed her hand and ripped it away from what she was doing and without warning, he shoved his cock into her.

"Ahhhh, fuck! Greyer! Mhmm, please..."

"Stop your whining, whore," he hissed and slammed into her again. It was so fucking mind-blowingly good. His hand snaked up and around her throat, choking her while he fucked her. Maker, he was like an animal, wild and raw and hard. He groaned as he watched her eyes roll back into her head and she bucked against him like crazy. The effect his choking had on her didn't pass by him unnoticed.

"You like it when I hurt you? Such a dirty, perverted little girl. Are you, Ashe?"

"Yes, fuck yes! I'm yours, Greyer, I'll do anything you want, just don't stop fucking me!"

"Maybe I should stop... Arrghh..." He never slowed down, the whole bed was shaking by now. "You don't deserve to be fucked like this, do you?"

"No, I'm such a filthy little slut, but you promised... If I behaved you would fuck me, if I didn't, you still would... Maker, that feels so good."

"You should be thanking me, not the Maker. And I am a man of my word. Turn around."

He withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty, but she was too excited about what was about to come to care about that. She turned around and lay on her stomach and he pulled her closer. She could feel how he dragged his tongue all the way from her cunt back to her ass.

"Do you want me to rip you apart, little girl?" He sounded so commanding and sexy, she almost came just from hearing him speak like that to her. She nodded and he chuckled. "So eager. Such a good slut." She let out a loud moan in response since he'd pushed a finger into her asshole while he spoke. She heard and felt him spit on her to warm her up and she gasped when she felt the head of his cock against the entrance to her ass. He leaned over her back and she felt his hot breath on her ear. "You've been begging for this all night. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, because once I start fucking your ass, I won't stop until I fill you with my seed, no matter how much you plead and beg. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Andraste, yes! Please, please Greyer, fuck me!"

He grunted in response and he pushed himself into her ass, little by little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking big!" she almost screamed. The pain of accommodating him was intense, but so was the pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head and the noises he made as he managed to squeeze himself into her completely were unraveling her. She would come, she would fucking come just from him fucking her ass. It was all she could do to remember how to breathe as he pulled himself almost all the way out before thrusting into her again.

"Fade, so tight, your little asshole is so fucking good... You're such a willing whore, taking me like this, begging me for it..." His rhythm increased and her loud moaning seemed to urge him on. "You like that, don't you? Huh?" He grabbed her hair with one hand and yanked her head back while holding her down with his other hand on the small of her back.

Yesyesyesfuckyes...

She couldn't form any words, she just moaned louder in response and bucked her ass up to meet him, to show him her approval, to urge him on.

"Maker above, you're the naughtiest girl I've ever met... No one has ever felt this fucking good before... You may be a nasty, little whore but you're the princess of whores, ahhh... That's it princess, meet my cock, fuck..."

Ashe could feel her legs start to shake, she was so close now.

"Don't ever stop, Greyer, fuck, I'm going to... You're going to make me come, don't stop!"

She screamed and shook as she came undone and he moaned even harder as all her muscles clenched and cramped around him. With a loud, husky growl, he thrust into her a few, final times as he filled her up with his seed, letting the hot stickiness trickle out of her when he pulled himself out.

They both crashed down to the bed, panting, out of breath. He laughed and pulled her sweaty, messy body up to him and put his arm around her, letting her rest her head against his neck. He kissed her forehead and she felt a surge of warmth flow through her at his display of affection.

"You were... beyond amazing. I didn't hurt you, did I, princess?"

She looked up at him and met his crooked smile with one of her own. "No, you were fucking perfect. I know you'd never hurt me. I'd take you out if you tried, dumb ass."

Hawke laughed so hard that he lost his grip around her shoulder. "We'll see about that one, princess," he said and then he proceeded to attack her with the worst and best thing Ashe would never admit that she liked. Tickles. An all out war erupted between them and their laughter echoed between the stone walls.

When they exhausted themselves and settled down again, Hawke once again pulled her close to him. "So tell me all about your boy troubles. Maybe it's easier to talk about now that you've had a real man satisfy you."

Ashe snorted and hit him playfully on the shoulder. "You're so full of yourself. But fine, Daddy Hawke, I'll tell you all about it..."

Cullen

He moaned as he emptied himself into the mouth of the girl who was on her knees before him. He watched half-heartedly as she licked it all up, swallowed it and smiled. He leaned back on the bed and she gathered her clothes and got dressed quickly. "Come find me anytime you want, Commander," she said and winked at him before she left and shut the door behind her. Cullen sighed as he gazed into the sparkling fire in the fireplace opposite the bed.

Cold-ass fucking Emprise du Lion. He hated this place. And that woman was the fourth red-head he'd fucked in the five days he'd been here. There was just one problem. None of them were the right red-head. None of them were Ashe Trevelyan.