A/N: I apologise if this chapter offends you, but I already wrote it—you can skip if you don't want your minds to be… tainted by the images I offer. She/it offered. Heh. Which is why this chapter is epic-ly short. Once again, I humbly beg your forgiveness.
Chapter 7:
Tempting Sten
Sten
"Come to me, my Sten." The kadan was barely clothed, the scars on her body shifted as she beckoned me towards the bed; her manner almost...alluring.
"This— is inappropriate, kadan."
"But it is what you wish."
I did not deny it. "But not befitting the qun."
"No."
A faint cry whispered somewhere, and the mists wavered, something was vaguely off about the place.
She moved forward, her hips swaying from side to side. I could not take my eyes off them; it was frustrating. "So the qun is the only thing that stands in your way?"
I remained silent.
The kadan laughed, the sound stirring thoughts in my own flesh— disturbing thoughts. "You cannot feel this that I offer and yet resist it for long."
"This..."
"You desire me. That should be sufficient."
"And yet it is not." To elicit such a thought... It was unheard of, amongst the qunari. Interspecies… copulation had no purpose.
"You will not have them."
That voice broke through again, echoing in the mist, even as the woman in front of me held out her hand.
I turned away from her— this was clearly not my kadan, not Kiera, the uncanny likeness was a trap.
"Leave us the qunari and you may leave unscathed, human."
"Never."
That word reverberated again, and a screech eclipsed all other thought as the world tore apart and... It was reality, fog cleared. The kadan was standing, battered, small, shirt soaked in blood, in front of a towering creature.
"Pride demon, it seems that we are victorious. Your slothful ally appears to have failed in winning my friends over." She gestured towards me and the rest of the recovering karashoks before collapsing on her knees, exhausted, surrounded by the bodies of the ones she had vanquished.
This was my kadan. Remarkable.
Kiera
I couldn't believe my luck, the veil ripped apart as the qunari struggled against the illusions, rejecting the images they saw. The sloth demon had vanished without a trace, having been defeated in its attempts to affect my sleeping friends.
We were winning, the ground was now scorched as I crushed the final shade, its ashes scattering in the abrupt winds. The pride demon was now being engaged by the karashoks for I was too tired to move, the dirt floor was the only thing that didn't sway beneath me.
I did not notice the man who had survived the initial wave of destruction, and had singled me out as its instigator. Sten glanced briefly at me, but it was too late. The shadow that fell over me in the light of the dawning sun was not benign.
P.S.: I'm sorry to leave it as a cliffhanger, but it was kind of a double feature? Heh.