Warning: My 1st modest attempt at writting smut.
"Shanedan, Arishok." she said, turning her eyes around to admire his office.
"Shanedan, Besrathari." the Arishok gestured her to take a sit across the table from him.
Hawke was determined to pay attention to every detail, to soak it all in. She was pretty sure this would be the last time she had the opportunity to talk to him and was determined not to waste it, whatever the consequences.
"The Tamassran agreed to give you until tomorrow to get prepared for your new mate." he said calmly, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip from his tea.
Hawke frowned and took her cup with shaky hands, betraying her nervousness.
"When you submitted to the Qun, you knew what it entails, did you not?" he stood up and walked around the desk to face her.
"There we go." she thought. "If I get out of here with my life, it will be a miracle."
He got down on his knees, gripping the armrests of her chair. She could see the fire in his eyes and she gulped, expecting the worst. The Arishok wasn't exactly the type of guy anyone would want to piss off.
"It seems to me you haven't come to grips with that particular part of the Qun." he said, a claw tracing her jaw line and stopping under her chin, to lift it up, his face only inches from hers.
Hawke felt a shiver going down her spine and stopping where it mattered most. She wanted him. And only now she was realizing just how bad. He broke eye contact first and leaned in to smell her and lick her neck just below her earlobes. "Desire." he concluded with a smirk, looking into her eyes again. She smiled and pressed her lips on his. The Arishok went into a frenzy, his tongue almost painfully invading her mouth, his teeth grazing her lips. As Hawke wrapped her arms around his neck, he grabbed her behind and yanked her up. In one swoop, everything that was on the desk fell on the ground, and he laid her there. He broke their kiss to take one good, long look at her. One claw tore through the string holding her pants together, another one gently removed the sides of her top, unveiling her breasts. He stopped.
"You have a growing lack of disgust for me, I get it?" smiled Hawke.
"That does not begin to explain it." he replied and let out a faint growl.
She sat up and started kissing his chest, her fingers feverishly unlacing his pants. "Damn! That's one thing that never crossed my mind…" she thought at the sight of him, naked. The Arishok grabbed her arms, forced her down on her back again and started running his fingers over her breasts and stomach, his claws leaving red, bloody streaks in their wake. The small amount of pain was just perfectly blended with pleasure and Hawke let out a moan. His mouth started kissing and tasting her skin, while he slipped his fingers between her legs. Hawke locked her ankles behind his back, drawing him closer. He got hold of a fistfull of her raven hair and, pulling her head back, sank his teeth into her neck. She hissed loudly and scratched his back as she felt the pain of him trying to enter her. Slowly, the pain shifted to pleasure as he began moving inside her. Suddenly, he stopped and burried his head between her legs, and Hawke got hold of the edges of the desk, biting her lower lip, her head spinning. The Arishok pulled her towards him, turned her around, and entered her again. As he started moving faster, one hand gripping one of her hips and the other one between her legs, Hawke let out a loud cry as she came. Feeling her tighten around him, her body twisting in the throws of orgasm, he gave her a few more hard thrusts and came, growling and bitting the back of her neck. With a deep sigh, he let himself drop on his back and dragged her with him.
"I don't even know how many years ago I started wanting this to happen." confessed Hawke.
"Likewise." he said, gently wiping the sweat off her forehead.
Hawke was stunned. That she left the Qunari compound all hot and bothered every damn time was one thing. But to think that he desired her? That, she could've never guessed.
"Yet you're giving me to another man." she said, turning on her belly to face him.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. "Do you trust me, Besrathari?"
"With all my being." she replied. And she meant it.
"Are you going to obbey the Qun?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." she said, her eyes becoming sad again.
"Shok ebbasit hissra, Besrathari." he smiled and kissed her again.
He took her once more, slowly and softly, as Hawke, teary eyed, was trying to burn the memory of it into her very soul.
"Your smell and taste are utterly intoxicating, Kadan." he burried his face in Hawke's hair and inhaled deeply. "And your tightness… most enticing." he said, lazily dragging one claw along her arm.
Hawke couldn't sleep half the night. She was tossing and turning, shedding all the tears she had left for the man she wanted for so long and lost so quickly. She was no expert, but even she knew that, provided she was fertile, she would be stuck with the Ariqun for the rest of her life. Or his. Or both. Finally, holding the fabric of her top that smelled like him, she fell asleep.