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Sizzle! Burn! Steam!	By : Hatsepsut Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 26114 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A series of new one-shots that are going to STEAM. It seems all of you want me writing more smut... and since I have been labeled the Smut Queen, I have to live up to my title.
And the Maker be my witness, if you all start asking me for sweet fluffy warm fuzzies next, I will have a nervous breakdown.
For cuddlekitten618 who is everything BUT a cuddle kitten (the idea for this first chapter belongs to him/her)

Pairing: F!Hawke (mage) and Fenris
Timeline: Act III.

Fenris walked into Hawke’s mansion, sparing a nod to Bodahn and Sandal. He had been away from the city for days, on a mercenary job Varric had arranged for him and he longed to see her again. Ever since their reconciliation, a few months ago, they had spent more and more time together, until Fenris had found her presence as necessary to him as breathing. These few days away from her had been excruciating, the nights had been endless; his body had in a just a space of months learned not to be content unless near hers.
He raised an eyebrow to Bodahn who pointed him to the direction of the garden.
“It is good to have you back, messere,” the dwarf said as Fenris was already making his way to the small enclosed garden at the back of the house. “My Lady Hawke has not been herself while you were away.”
Fenris smiled smugly to himself but did not turn back. So, she had missed him too, hadn’t she? Good to know. She was usually a bit remote and standoffish after he had gone away, punishing him by keeping him at a distance for a few days.
He opened the door and quietly stepped into the garden. The thick rose bushes hid him from her sight as he silently made his way to the bench at the back where she liked to lounge when the sun was shining like today.
He paused, still unseen, and took his fill of her. Maker, she was gorgeous, in her short velvet robe and her little dress, her incredibly long legs stretched out in front of her on the low bench, her glorious black hair falling down her back. She had a book in her hands and a glass of wine in the other, sipping casually from time to time. Her mabari, Puppy, was lounging at her feet, snoring quietly.
She put the book down and sighed, and Puppy raised his face to her and left a little whine.
“Nothing wrong, boy, I just wonder where he can be...” Hake reassured her pet, who left another high pitched whine.
“You miss him too, don’t you, Puppy?” she run her fingers through the dogs pelt, scratching his ears. “I’m glad. You never seemed to like any other man I was ever with.”
The hound turned to him then and left a happy little bark. Obviously the hound could smell him. But Hawke failed to realize the bark was a greeting and shooed the dog away.
“OK, okay, you can go play...” she sighed and settled back on the bench, her book in her hands.
Fenris brought his finger to his lips as the mabari neared him and pointed to the door. The dog let a small bark and moved past him, obviously offended by the lack of attention. Fenris watched in amusement as the huge dog stood on his hind legs and used his mouth to turn the door handle and disappear into the house. Smarter than most humans, that dog.
He turned back to her, and his eyes widened as he took in what she was doing. Her hand had slipped under the hem of her short dress and was obviously lost between her legs. Her head had dropped back, her eyes were closed in pleasure and her mouth slightly open as that wicked hand moved more and more quickly.
He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning when her body arched, his name leaving her mouth in a breathless little gasp as she pleasured herself. Blood rushed to his groin in a hot surge leaving him lightheaded with desire. He watched, enthralled, as she parted her legs even more, her fingers moving faster and faster over her nub, her little cries and moans making his shaft achingly hard within seconds. Releasing the fastenings on his suddenly painfully tight breaches, he slipped his fingers inside and palmed his shaft, stroking himself as he watched her. The sight of her chanting his name as she came was so erotic that he nearly finished in his breeches. A chocked moan escaped him and he clasped his hand over his mouth to prevent her from hearing him as he continued palming himself, debating whether he should make his presence known.
He then caught a small, knowing smile flicker on her lips and his eyes widened. The little minx knew he was there, and this whole show had been for his benefit. He felt a growl start to vibrate in his chest, and his lips quirked up.
Two could play this game.
She sighed and got up, and in her carelessness, knocked the glass of wine over, soaking the pages of the book. Smiling to herself, clumsy, clumsy me, she thought, she went down on her knees and pretended to try to clean the book, giving Fenris an unobstructed view of her backside.
Her dress had risen over her luscious rear, and he could see her folds, glistening with her juices, the pink flesh ripe and ready for him, her opening already dripping wet.. He rushed to her, walking in long determined strides and knelt down beside her, roughly grasping her thighs.
“Missed me, I see..” he drawled before his mouth descended on her hot and slick core, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm, making her shriek in fake surprise.
“Oh, please, Hawke, you knew I was there all along.” He mumbled and slipped his thumb into the forbidden opening of her ass, making her whimper.
“Fenris...” she managed to mumble before he closed his lips around her nub and suckled her, giving her another orgasm that made her writhe and shudder on the stone floor. He gripped her hips, opening her up more completely and changing the angle so he had an unrestrained view of her sex. He run his tongue from her nub to the crack of her ass, and then slipped it inside her sheath, sucking up her juices, making her groan and moan his name. He smiled wickedly at the increasing tempo of her cries; knowing that anyone could walk into in the courtyard and catch them, that the neighbors could be watching them from the windows of the mansions next to hers only fanned his desire to make her scream.
He slipped two fingers roughly inside her clenching sheath. She shrieked again, screaming his name, and her contractions increased. She was coming repeatedly now, one wave rolling over the other, heat engulfing her whole body, her mind going blank to anything but the pleasure he was giving her.
“Yessss..” she hissed as he added the thump of his other hand in her ass and she shot him a lustful, heavy-lidded look. She loved having him there. The first time he had taken her sweet ass had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life.
“Not yet, Hawke,” he muttered. “I want this sweet hole first.” And he slammed inside her to the hilt, drawing a scream from her. She arched into him, trying to take him even deeper. He obliged with a groan, too consumed by lust to be wary of hurting her, until he was as deep inside her as he could go, bumping against her cervix. Her tight, hot feminine walls were stretched around him and he spared a look to watch his manhood nearly disappear inside her. A groan was wretched out of his throat at the sight, his shaft engulfed by her clenching heat, her pink flesh clutching him as she rolled her hips trying to make him move.
Hawke looked back to him again and the hazy, lustful look on her flushed face was enough to push every thought of being tender and careful with her out of his mind. Fenris started pounding into her in a furious, blinding rhythm, although he knew he was too large for her and she would end up sore. She didn’t seem to mind, quite the opposite if her whispered, panting pleas for him to go harder and faster were any indication. She started whimpering as she tensed and peaked again, soaking him with her cream. His thumps were still in the tightness of her ass, and he twisted them around, making her scream and hiss in combined bliss and pain.
Fenris felt his impending orgasm in the tightening of his balls and the tingling of every nerve along his spine. He pulled out and chuckled wildly at her outraged protest, before he withdrew his fingers and settled the tip of his cock at the tiny opening of her ass. She went totally still underneath him, only a deep, agonized moan escaping her as he slowly, leisurely pushed his entire length inch by inch into her incredibly tight nether passage. She let out a shaky breath when he was fully embedded, and looked back to him with an expression that was both blissful and tormented, as pleasure and pain mixed into a heady mix the set her on fire for him.
“Fuck me,” she whispered and watched as the pupils in his mossy green eyes expanded even more, and his nostrils flared. “Hard.”
He complied, groaning like a wild animal as he pistoned inside her, his one hand wrapping around her to rest on her nub. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and their moans and gasps filled the air. He closed his eyes, trying to control himself, trying to slow down to make the exquisite feeling last, but then she begged him to please not stop, to please take her harder and he lost it. As his seed exploded from him in a mind-shattering orgasm, he pinched her nub, and she bellowed his name and came once again, her knees buckling. She would have collapsed on the floor if his hands hadn’t been steadying her. He pulled out of her, still trying to regain his breath, and run a tender hand down her back, trying to help her down from her high.
Already he wanted her again, the sight of her reddened opening leaking his seed making him want to slam inside her and never stop. They should probably have a bath together first though. And maybe retire to her bedroom. Maker knew, he had missed her so much, she would probably have a hard time walking straight by the time he was done with her.
She turned in his arms and grasped his face in her hands, bringing his mouth to hers in a hot, blistering kiss, that was not without love and tenderness too.
“I missed you, my wolf,” she whispered as he picked her up, and settled her on his lap, sitting on the bench. He straightened her clothes around her and let her cuddle on his chest, contentment spreading inside him.
“I will give you no more reasons for missing me, Hawke,” he promised. “I am not taking any more jobs, none away from you at least.”
She pulled back and looked at him with a surprised look. These jobs had been like a statement of independence for Fenris. He needed them to feel he was still his own man, not the kept elven lover of the Champion.
“I thought the work was important for you.”
“None more than you,” he kissed her. “None more than my Hawke.”
She smiled. He smiled back and kissed her again.
“I love you, you know,” she whispered against his mouth.
His lips quirked up.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“You are supposed to say it back to me,” she pouted.
“I never do what I am supposed to. And if you haven’t noticed I love you too, you deserve what I will do to you next.”
She gave him a sultry, mischievous smile.
“Promises, promises...”
He just groaned and picking her up, carried her off to her bedroom.
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