AN: Seriously, people, this is where it gets real. Go back to chapter 1 and REFRESH YOURSELF on the warnings. Do it.
Chapter Two:
Elissa grunted, pulled, tried to claw her way toward Leliana and rip her away, but it was useless. She could only watch in horror as Leliana's lips sealed around the tight red bud of the demon's clit. An unwelcome stab of heat shot down between her legs with each pull, growing stronger with every muffled noise her lover made. She could almost feel Leliana's mouth wrapped around her instead, drawing her tight and then releasing, lashing with her tongue. "Stop," she rasped, unsure whether she was speaking to Leliana, the demon, or herself. "I don't want to feel it… I - I don't want to…"
The demon adopted an expression of surprise as it continued petting Leliana's hair. "You don't like my gift?" it asked, brow furrowing with false concern. "I thought you would appreciate a small taste of the pleasure your pet is giving me. Why shouldn't she serve both of us? If you stay here with me, we can share her however we like."
With her mind splintered and weak, the offer was almost enticing. Elissa's clit throbbed with need, and her muscles grew tighter by the second, but even in her state of desire and anguish, she knew this was wrong. They had to get out of here. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to block out the demon's attempts at coercion, but the display was far too enticing to ignore. "This… she… She doesn't want this."
The creature sighed, rolling its eyes not entirely unlike Morrigan. "And who would know the girl's desires best, hmm? You, the one who has warmed her bed for a few short months, or me, the one with a tapped vein right to her very core?"
Leliana remained oblivious to the conversation, running her tongue eagerly between Marjolaine's pouting lips. Elissa winced, casting her gaze downward in an attempt to stop her labored breathing. "I don't believe you," she said, but her own words were utterly unconvincing.
"Then don't. She will tell you herself." It pulled its hips back, and an audible whine slipped from between Leliana's lips. "Mon amour, demandez au Warden à quel point vous avez besoin de moi, en Common."
Even though the Warden only understood a few words here and there, she dreaded the response. Leliana stared straight ahead, her eyes glossy and blank. "I live to serve only you, Marjolaine," she said in a flat voice.
The demon clacked its tongue against the roof of its mouth, tsking at Leliana in reprimand. "Address our guest," she commanded.
When Leliana turned to stare at her, Elissa couldn't help but feel like a stranger, a voyeur in a situation between two lovers. With the Fade's hold bearing down on her, clouding her mind and destroying her ability to articulate, all she could do was whisper a soft plea. "Don't, Leli… please…" Tears pooled in her eyes, and her voice cracked with the final word.
Leliana tilted her head, as if to wonder for a split second why the stranger was crying, but obviously thought little of it. "I live to serve Marjolaine. She is my love. I do not know why this vexes you, but it is the truth."
Each word was a cold knife through Elissa's heart. The moment they escaped into the air, the demon dragged Leliana forward, curling a possessive hand around the back of her neck. "Good girl," it purred, spreading its thighs wider. Elissa looked on in frustration, straining against her invisible bonds. She tried to close her eyes again, hoping the best way to spite the creature would be to refuse its games.
"Look this way, Warden," the demon ordered. "You're going to want to see this." Elissa's neck lolled back, entirely out of her control, and she gasped in surprise. Leliana was no longer kneeling before Marjolaine. Instead, her chest was pressed flat against the marble floor while the demon's hand gripped the back of her neck. Elissa's pulse throbbed, and her unwilling eyes traced a line down the curve of Leliana's spine, stopping at the familiar heart-shaped backside.
That was when she saw it. A thick, veined shaft had sprouted between the demon's legs, jutting forward and commanding her attention. The creature seemed to bask in her stare. Its abdominal muscles tensed, forcing the cock to strain even further in a series of sluggish jolts. "I told you," it said, making a show of lining up with Leliana's entrance, "there are things she needs that you simply cannot give her." A selfish grin twisted its face, and it gripped Leliana's hips, thrusting all the way inside of her with one fluid stroke.
The sharp cry that followed shattered her completely. Fury rushed in to replace her fear. How dare this… thing… lay a hand on Leliana? Worse still, she couldn't close the jealous hole in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to be inside of Leliana, and she hated the creature for taking what should have been hers and hers alone. She tried to speak, but words failed her, and she let out a deep whine of desire instead. The demon started to thrust. Each harsh roll of its hips shoved Leliana toward her, and as their rhythm picked up speed, Elissa felt her resolve crumble. "Leliana," an echo of Marjolaine's haunting voice called, slithering through the demon's lips. "Regarde la."
Leliana's eyes lifted to meet hers, and the desire she saw there tore her in two. It was so familiar, so haunting, and she hated the fact that she wasn't the one causing it. Her lust became anger again, swallowing her mind, making her fight against the invisible ties that bound her. "Let her go," she growled through clenched teeth, muscles straining until they felt ready to snap. "Get out of her or I'll…"
The demon paused in its thrusts, completely ignoring Leliana's sobs of disapproval and impatience. "Or you'll what?" It leaned forward, brushing aside the loose strands of Leliana's hair and pressing a few open-mouthed kisses to her bare shoulder. Each one made Leliana's hips jerk backward, and Elissa's rage blazed hotter. "You'll break free, kill me, and reclaim what belongs to you?"
To her horror, the creature began shifting again, fading in and out through a wash of purple light as its limbs twisted and reshaped themselves. The brightness burned, but Elissa couldn't bear to look away, not even when she realized the demon's violet eyes were peering back at her from a copy of her own face. "I've already told you, you can't give her the things I can. You are nothing. An insignificant gnat."
Elissa groped for a response, but nothing came. Seeing herself buried inside of Leliana was a thousand times worse than watching the impersonation of Marjolaine. Fury and desire rippled through her body, tangling together until she couldn't tell them apart anymore. But underneath them all was doubt. The demon's words had planted a seed in her mind that could not be uprooted.
"You aren't me," she spat. "You're still manipulating her. If she was awake, she'd know the difference. If she was…" But somehow, she doubted her words. The demon had copied her expertly, down to the last freckle. Aside from the thick shaft between its legs, still buried half-way inside of Leliana and covered in clear, dripping wetness, they were identical. It could be whatever Leliana wanted, and it knew Leliana's desires far better than she could.
The demon continued pumping its hips, sliding all the way inside of Leliana and spreading her thighs open. It was a sickeningly intimate view, and Elissa couldn't look away as the thick shaft split Leliana apart, driving sharp cries from deep within her chest. "Watch me," the creature said, wisps of purple-red light crawling over its skin. "Watch me give her more pleasure than you ever have."
Elissa didn't have any choice but to watch. She was painfully present for every thrust, every whimper, every curl of Leliana's lip. The look of ecstasy that contorted her lover's face seemed foreign to her, as did the greedy way she rocked back into each thrust. Leliana was uninhibited in private, but never unhinged. Never like this.
The realization ate away at Elissa's resolve until she wasn't entirely sure the demon was lying. Leliana continued staring at her, eyes glossy and hooded with desire. It was obvious that she wasn't focused on anything aside from her immediate obedience. Was this all Leliana wanted? To serve and be used? Her hips moved in a shallow, jealous rocking motion as she struggled against the bonds, and her face contorted in anger. "You aren't real. This isn't real!" The demon ignored her. It pulled hard on the tangled locks of Leliana's hair, craning her body back at a painful angle. A look of utter delight transformed Leliana's face at the rough treatment, and Elissa shook, unable to tear her gaze away. "Please," she begged, trying to close her eyes once more. "Stop…"
The demon's quick, hard thrusts turned into slow gyrations of its hips, and Leliana arched her back, craning into the possessive hand within her hair. Soon, her gasps turned into howls of pleasure, ones that had never graced their tent in the months they spent together. The creature laughed over Leliana's moans of delight. "Why should I? Is there something you want, Warden?"
Elissa did want. She wanted to tear out her own eyes. She wanted to rip the demon that had stolen her body away from Leliana and take its place behind her. She wanted to be the one buried to the hilt inside of her lover, coaxing those noises from her beautiful throat. And somewhere beyond her primal jealousy and possessiveness, she wanted to take Leliana in her arms and shield her from this nightmare. She clung to that thought, knowing it was the last piece of her true self that the demon hadn't broken or infected. She had to save Leliana. Had to help her, to protect her from any more pain...
But then Leliana's screaming shattered her tenuous grip. She froze, and a visible shudder coursed through her body as the demon pushed inside of her one last time. Elissa could only watch helplessly as a rush of fluid spilled out around the base of its shaft. The muscles of Leliana's stomach rippled with each splash, and a sob broke in Elissa's throat when she realized that the copy of herself was coming, too, filling her lover with each twitch. They remained joined, shivering and rocking together as the mess ran down along their thighs and onto the floor.
Elissa's heart cracked in her chest. Tears ran down her cheeks, thick enough to drip from her chin, but they were no longer tears of grief. Instead, they painted hot, angry trails across her flushed face. She was worthless. How could she save Leliana now? Why should she? The demon had been right all along. It knew Leliana better than she did, and it could please Leliana better than she ever could. The invisible bonds around her finally loosened, but she didn't care. Her shoulders slumped, and she cast her eyes down to the floor, too broken look at the demon or meet Leliana's glazed eyes.
"There is no need for tears," a soothing voice purred. The demon pulled out of Leliana with a sickening pop and rose to its feet. As it walked toward her, its skin shifted back to purple, and the familiar horns sprouted from its head. "You've accepted that your pet belongs to me, but it doesn't mean she can't be yours as well." Its hand came up to caress her cheek, and she couldn't find the strength to pull away from its slender fingers. "Submit yourself to my service, and you'll never have to spend a minute apart from her. You may have her as often as you like, any way you like, in exchange for allowing me to feed."
How could she refuse? The demon had proven its point. Her heart ached, but the damage had been done. She nodded, agreeing wordlessly to anything it asked. "I'm so glad you see things my way," the demon said. It tucked aside a few stray locks of her hair, its lips curling in satisfaction. "You'll see, Warden. I can be very generous if afforded the opportunity."
With slow, heavy movements, Elissa's head followed the horned woman as it circled her. A hand rested on her broad shoulders and slipped effortlessly to the back of her neck. Claws hooked against her skin, dragging over her flesh as the demon leaned close and ran a hand down along her belly, stopping just above her belt. She swallowed at the intimate contact, but was unable to struggle against it.
The demon's fingers tightened on the back of her neck, demanding her attention. Its face hovered inches away from hers, sweet breath spilling across her lips while the hand on her stomach sank lower. "I already know you," it murmured as its fingers curled against her leathers. Pressure pounded in her abdomen, and her clit began to ache, straining and pulsing at the possessive touch. "But even if I didn't? Your look of jealousy said it all." Suddenly, the creature's mouth caught hers in a blazing kiss. The heat of its lips blistered her own, and her eyes slid shut as the throbbing between her legs became unbearable.
When the kiss finally ended, Elissa could hardly remember how to breathe. She opened her eyes, and the demon motioned downwards, urging her to look. Her clothes had disappeared, and the throbbing point of her clit had extended into a long, thick shaft. The new length was already firm, straining out against the empty air. She gasped, her cheeks burning with confusion. "How did you…?" She had always presented herself in a masculine way, cutting her hair short and learning swordplay with the best of them, but only in the deepest, darkest part of her mind had she ever considered this.
The demon laughed, allowing their noses to brush. "Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. You may have to hide your desires in the mortal world, but not here. I can give you anything you want." It released its hold on her and extended a hand toward Leliana, still sprawled across the floor. Elissa's hungry eyes fixed on her. The red haze swallowed her mind completely, and the sight of her lover, still naked and dripping with the creature's lust, called her forward. She knew nothing, thought of nothing, wanted nothing more than to reap her reward and claim what was rightfully hers.
