She laid limp on the large bed. Her body was gleaming with sweat, her breath heavy, and the paint that had adorned her lover's ash-grey skin had now adorned her as it had rubbed off during their... 'session'; her eyes gleaming in the lantern's light while there was the reflection of desire in them.

First the never-ending duel where he didn't even break a sweat and now this.

Did that man's stamina have no end?

It was safe to say her body aching from the places she didn't know she even had and she was so tired she had no energy even to turn her head on the side. Her hips were bruised, small puncture wounds on the spots where his claws had dug more deeply into her skin, and her pelvis felt like it would fall of at any moment if she even breathed too hard. Her scalp was tender and she was sure there were some chunks of hair missing from all the pulling he had done. While her body was full of wounds, cuts and scratches, all of it was crowned by the large bitemark at the junction of her neck, still bleeding from the vicious bite he had given her when they had 'finished'; her body and mind going over the edge, before she the aching, soreness and pain registered to her She sighed, pushing her sweaty hair from her face.

Maker, how long had they gone for it? She was quite certain that sun had already risen, so it would mean that they missed the sleep, but nothing else.

Not that she was complaining, of course.

She was in pain and covered in red paint, but she also felt immense satisfaction and pleasure from what they had been doing the last hours. Even if he had been rough, he was good what he did and seemed to enjoy what she did too.

Stretching herself in the bed and humming contently, she rolled on her belly; breathing in the musk of the furs she was laying upon and the scent of spiced tea on the air, humming with satisfaction while a dreamy smile came to her face as she thought of the stoic Qunari who had made her body so wonderfully sore.

Things had been first a pit odd for her not to know what to do with the size difference they had, but he was a good leader; guiding her through it all while showing uncharastical gentleness to her, no doubt because of how lithe and breakable she seemed compared to him. As the things progressed, he gained more momentum and started to show his more beastial side. For example, when she tried to take a lead, even for a single second, he made sure his dominance was shown; taking her roughly, growling and snarling at her and even biting her lip till it bled.

Her fingers touching her bruised lips; shuddering when she reminisced.

At time she started to act more boldly; licking the tips of his large ears and playing with his earings with her tongue, which had made him groan which only encouraged her.

She smiled.

Who would have guessed that a fearsome and proud warrior like him found being nibbled like a pastry treat to be so... pleasurable.

She shifted ever so slightly, winching as she felt the sting of pain and tiredness all around her body again.

One couldn't have known the stamina and vigor that the Kossith possessed during mating - her body burning as she remembered how he took her like a savage beast possessed by lust - and now she had experienced it first handed; submitting herself for hours and hours of relentless coupling he made to ensure she would become heavy with his child; finding his physique most satisfying from muscular body that could have belonged to a god to his large horns that proved to be great... support in the certain... moments.

And when he growled. Dear Maker, when he had growled like that... and those positions they used!

She giggled like a young girl with a crush, pushing away some of her tangled hair from her face as she kept smiling like an idiot.

What they had done was great.

Wonderfully, blissfully, mind-blowingly, great.

Shiver traveled through her spine, spark of want rekindling in her stomach, that was quickly lost as she looked next to her where Arishok had laid; frowning a pit to the fact that she was now alone in the gigantic bed, but what had she expected from someone like him? Duty had called him off and he took his duty quite seriously.

She sighed softly, closing her eyes in process and rolled on her back. She was left for her own devises in the empty room; her thoughts mulling over what had happened while her hand absent-mindedly stroked her flat belly.

Was she with a child now? Would her stomach grow round on the coming months before she gave birth to a grey-skinned and horned baby? If she was, what would happen to her? Would she be converter and kept in the Compound till she gave birth?

...And if she was not, would they have same bouts till her belly was ripe with life he planted there?

She did not know.

She felt a pit unsure of herself after all that had happened. She knew no harm wouldn't come to her while she might have been with child, but what if she wasn't? What would happen to her then? Would she be locked away like her friends; chained like some dangerous animal that needed to be detained?

She wished she knew.

Rustling of the drape covering the doorway made her head turn; her attention directed only to the Arishok who moved toward his small study-area; sitting down on the large seat, before starting to read something, not acknowledging her presence at all.

She rolled on her side and watched him read, flipping the pages from time to time as his eyes skimmed over the text, while wondering if he would have to questions she had thought of.

No doubt he had.

"What now?" She heard herself inquire.

Finally Arishok acknowledged her, lifting his head to look upon the nude human on his large bed, still bend and twisted on the position he had left her.

"Now, we wait." He stated, continuing reading," the knowledge if the child has been successfully created will take few months." She rolled her eyes at this, feeling some humor from his response.

"And if I'm not with child?" She asked softly," what will happen to me then?"

"There will be a child in you, Hawke." He stated," you shall carry a child of a worthy man in your womb, for that is the will of Qun."

"But I'm not one of Qun."She said, swallowing when his sharp eyes turned back to her.

"You will be."

"Who says so?" She regretted her words when he calmly closed the book and stood up, making his way to her while starting to undress himself as he moved.

He placed his armor on the stand with care and folded his clothes neatly next to it, moving on the bed and on an instinct she moved away from him, but to no vail. He just pulled her under him, pinning her down with his body and piercing gaze.

"This is not up to debate." He said with finality," whether you agree or not, you may carry a child conceived by one of the Qunari and you shall return with us to Par Vollen... and submit yourself to the Qun." He growled to her while pressing her against the bed, his large hands wrapping around her wrists that no doubt felt like mere twigs in his grip.

"I thought joining the Qun was optional. Not forceful." She asked shakily, her heart bounding inside her chest like a wild horse.

"You're incorrect... and naive." He said and she made a face at him for the 'naive' comment he made," One could have thought someone like you would have already realized that the Qun is the truth. People who see the truth come to the Qun while others will be bend to the will of it; guided to see the truth that is the Qun."

She kept quiet after his stern words and he seemed satisfied of the silence.

"Asit Tal-eb, Hawke." He said calmly, looking at her," the way things are meant to be." He seemed to see the question in her eyes, speaking to her in her own tongue so she knew the meaning of the strange words.

"Am I prize then?" She asked suddenly, frowning a pit to the thought with a small twinkle of hurt in her heart," spoils of war you have claimed for bending this city to Qun?"

Her words seemed to make him go quiet and, she was sure her eyes were playing tricks on her, his eyes seemed to contain traces of indescribable emotion that made her insides flip while her heart sped up.

Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her.

There was no way...

"You are Kadan." He said finally, making her tilt her head.

"I have not heard this word before. What does it mean?" She asked, waiting calmly for the answer that seemed to take Arishok while to find.

"There is no proper words for it in you tongue, Hawke... but the closest thing would be the words where the heart lies; that which is held close to the heart." He spoke, looking deep into her eyes," my heart." His words made her breath hitch and eyes go wide from the revelation.

Where the heart lies.

His heart.

Did he mean...?

She was about to open her mouth, question more when her breath was suddenly taken from her and she gasped as he roughly pulled her up so they were mere breath away from one another's face.

"I have won our duel, Hawke. The thief shall submit to the punishment fit for her, this city shall bow down and submit to the Qun... and you will submit to me." He growled at her, before pulling her roughly flush against his well-toned chest; making her gasp from surprise and suddenness of the move.

Before she could utter any word of complain or protest, she felt his teeth bite down on her neck; right on the spot where the fresh found he had inflicted still was. She was shivering as he hummed against her skin, enjoying the way her skin vibrated from it, and lapped the seeping blood with his warm tongue, before he rolled on his back, bringing her flush against his chest, before draping his hand over her narrow hip.

"No more questions, Kadan. Rest now." He said," for there is much to be done tomorrow." She rested her cheek and hand on his warm chest, staying silent as she mulled over of what he had said to her.

"...When will we leave?" She finally asked, drawing circles on his chest while waiting his answer.

"When we are ready." She didn't question him more fo the subject. Just nodded, before craned her neck to look up to him.

"Tell me about Par Vollen." His eyes seemed to held small surprise, but didn't say anything else.

"You are impatient as a Imekari." She huffed at this, knowing that she had somehow called her something that would find insulting, and he exhaled in a way that sounded a lot like sigh"...Very well."

She was taken aback by this, but didn't question the change of knowing more of his kind. She rested her head sideways against his chest as as he spoke about the wonders of Par Vollen and Seheron; telling her things that made her a pit giddy over the fact that she would be taken there.

They sounded so wonderful.

She listened his every word, letting the steady beat of his heart lull her into a restful sleep she hadn't had for weeks; dreaming about the shores of Par Vollen and the jungles of Seheron as she had imagined them to be.

Soon she would see them.

He looked down at her smiling figure when he heard her breathing becoming quiet and brushed away some of the dark hair from her face, taking in the way her face was restful and relaxed as she slept; something aching of a smile fleeting through his lips.

"Rest well Kadan." He murmured to her before doing something that no Qunari did.

He bend down, his lips connecting with her forehead for a moment in a soft, caring - maybe even loving - kiss.

And as she slept, as if knowing what he did, soft smile crossed her lips; her dreams now containing a certain warlord standing on the Par Vollen shores with her.

I think I was able to keep Arishok himself well (be free to disagree, though) and gotta say, I was a pit disappointed at the duel with the Arishok. Wasn't so epic when you were running away from him the whole time -.-'

Now I'm left to hope that there would be a Qunari romance in Dragon Age: Inquisition (or at least a dwarf. preferably Varric and that glorious chesthair of his ;P)

Please, Bioware, don't thrown us always humans and elves, for Maker's sake! Show us you don't have something against other races!

Thank you for reading and hopefully someone enjoyed what they read ^^ You're welcomed to leave a review, a comment or a request and you're also welcomed to place the story in your favorites and/or on alert if you like it, cause those are the 'thingies' that keeps the writer's spirit and mood high ^^