The Last Dance

Author Note: Bonus smut scenes! Takes place while our heroes were under the demon’s spell.

Chapter 5.1 - The Fantasy

In the abyss, she dreamed.

Hawke leant against the rough wooden wall, arms crossed over her ample chest, watching him work. She’d always loved watching him work. As a dealer in death she found the mage’s healing gift to be wondrous beyond belief, and Anders was always so generous with the poor and the sick. But it was late, and though he may have wanted to help everyone, he had to close the clinic doors for the night. Hawke watched him slide the bolt across, and he smiled tiredly as he turned and saw her looking at him. His sandy hair was pulled back into a messy half ponytail, but a stray lock had come free, falling over his brow. Hawke returned his smile, and pushed away from the wall. He must have seen the predatory look in her eyes.

“Marian…”

“Shhh…” She emphasized her reprimand with a soft press of her lips against his, and then down to her knees she went. Her deft fingers made short work of the laces, and she slid her hands down over his slender hips, taking his breeches to mid-thigh. His semi-erection was exposed to her hungry sapphire gaze, but the organ quickly jumped to attention with a flick from the rogue’s tongue.

Anders groaned softly and leant his head back against the rough wooden door. Hawke nuzzled her cheek against his erection, like an overgrown blonde cat, before taking the solid length in one hand and swirling her tongue around the swollen head. The mages thin fingers tangled in her long, artfully messy golden hair as she took more of his cock into that hot mouth, tongue stroking the sensitive underside. He barely restrained the urge to thrust deeper, but as she took more in, her lips almost to the base of him, he gripped her golden hair and forced his cock that extra inch down her throat.

Hawke made a surprised sound and dug her nails into his hips, but as he pulled out she met his gaze, giving silent permission. He didn’t ask twice. With smooth thrusts he began to fuck that luscious mouth, his fingers tight in her hair, his eyes shut.

Just when Hawke thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt his pace change, his grip on her hair tightened further still, his thrusting became erratic, and with one last desperate movement of his hips he jammed his cock down her throat, the organ pulsing with each wave of his mind blowing orgasm.

As his seed trickled down her raw throat, Hawke pulled back and coughed. He looked at her, breathing heavily, her golden hair a tangled mess, blue eyes watering and plump lips reddened. He thought she’d never looked so beautiful.

-

In the abyss, he dreamed.

Alistair watched the play of firelight in her dark, messy hair, her tall, naked form sprawled amidst the furs inside their tent. It was a cold night near Redcliffe, but Elissa lit a fire in his loins that banished the chill. He couldn’t believe that he was allowed to touch this woman, to kiss and make love to her.

Playfully, Elissa slapped his arm.

“You think too much.” She said with a small smile.

“A thousand apologies, my love” Alistair chuckled in reply, drawing her closer and raining kisses on her hair and face. She squirmed in his arms, her soft breasts rubbing against his bare chest, eliciting sensations that suddenly had them both dark eyed with lust.

The warden’s calloused hand cupped her breast, roughened fingers toying with the pink nipple while she moaned softly and arched into his touch. The kisses continued, growing more heated. He moved over her, his mouth capturing the peak of her breast, lips and tongue working on the tender skin. Despite his inexperience, he had been eager to learn what she liked, and relished the effect his touch had on her body.

Her hands clutched at his broad shoulders, nails digging into the tanned flesh.

Alistair lifted his head, his long erection probing between her legs. She shifted her hips eagerly, aching to be filled with him. He gazed deep into her cool grey eyes as he pushed, his cock sliding smoothly into that wet heat.

Their toned bodies arched together, Elissa’s long legs wrapped around him, her heels pushing against his backside, urging him deeper. Alistair caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his face a mask of concentration as he thrust in and out, his muscles rippling under the skin. She moaned softly, repeatedly, as his pace quickened, his long cock reaching deep inside her. The soft smack of flesh on flesh filled their small tent and the air grew warm and heavy with the smell of sex.

His fragile control melted away as his climax approached and Alistair pounded into her relentlessly, riding the wave of pleasure until it swept over them both. Gasping, they held each other tightly, the waves of orgasm washing over them, then slowly fading away.

-

In the abyss, she dreamed.

“….Evelyn…”

She paid no mind to the disembodied voices as the scene stabilized in her subconscious. The night of the ball. She’d gone to bed alone, hadn’t she? The thought drifted away as a warm arm curled around her, callused fingers rasping against her smooth stomach.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you…” Cullen’s breath tickled her ear as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine.

“I was starting to worry about you, commander.” Evelyn nuzzled back against him, his strong arms enveloping her petite form.

“Oh?” He asked, kissing the shell of her ear, her pale cheek, down to the pulse in her throat. She moaned softly in response as he grazed the tender skin with his teeth. He kissed her bare shoulder while his hands explored her naked body, his left hand sliding down her side and along the creamy expanse of her thigh. Gently but firmly he brought her left knee up at an angle, his roughened hand sliding along the underside of her thigh to cup her ass.

“Are you still worried?” He asked rubbing her left butt cheek in soft, circular motions.

“N-No- Oh!” He smacked her ass firmly as she answered “Cullen!” He chuckled as she scolded him and soothed the area with more circular rubbing.

She could feel his body pressed the length of hers, his thick erection digging into her lower back. She wriggled against him and he groaned softly in her ear, his fingers slightly digging into the flesh of her ass. He ground his hips against her backside, moving his hand to wrap around the thick shaft of his cock. He wanted to pound into that sweet ass but he knew she’d never let him.

His rough fingers stroked her thighs, leading higher and higher, the pale skin dampened by her arousal, one digit circling the entrance to that wet heat. He teased her with the tip of one finger, very slowly sliding it in and out, feeling her abdominal muscles clench and unclench as though trying to draw his finger in deeper. He was more than happy to oblige, smoothly sliding the one finger in up to the knuckle.

“Please…” Evelyn begged him, but for what she couldn’t say.

He knew, though.

His middle finger slid inside her to join his index finger and he began to make light scissoring motions, gently stretching. He kissed her neck and shoulder.

“Please… Cullen…”

He started to finger fuck that tight hole in earnest, drawing curses and moans from her reddened lips. His hips continued to grind against that pert backside, the delicious friction bringing him to impossible hardness. Her juices soaked his hand, the very air around them ripe with the scent of her sex. He found a rhythm that soon had them both gasping with pleasure.

Evelyn saw stars, white hot sensation swept from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it was almost pain. She let out a long, low moan as she felt Cullen’s release, a hot fountain up her back. They stayed perfectly still for a moment, stuck together with all kinds of bodily fluids, their hearts racing and lungs gasping for air.

Then she woke up.