NSFW. Ridiculously massive changes - practically a brand new chapter.( Some slight changes to plot.) I felt there needed to be more. Hope you like.
HIGHTOWN - AN HOUR LATER.
Her 'inside man', was an elderly Duke she'd met at one of Celine's many pointlessly lavish events, during which he had accidentally, drunkenly, helped himself to two handfuls of her ample breasts and was understandably more than happy to see her again.
She dressed to make a strong first impression on her - soon to be - high society friends: two-piece, silk, bared midriff, scarcely there top... to show off her beautiful body; barely there makeup, and a sweet, innocent look to draw them in. It worked...too well.
She smiled genuinely as she saw him, and opened her arms to hug him, covering her breasts at the last second in mock concern of his grabbing hands. He frowned. She then pressed those same full, ample breasts against him so firmly as they were hugged against him they nearly popped free of her top.
He handed her a goblet of wine, bade her drink it, then wrapped his arm about her narrow waist, and walked her into the party proper, for introductions.
They at least tried not to stare at her considerable cleavage but failed, as she'd hoped they would. As for their wives, and other straight women? Well, they tried to hide their jealousy, but to her drunken mind, seemed to find it impossible. This was going to be effortless
By her third hour there, the alcohol had started to take it's toll on everyone; but perhapse mostly her... the only thing proving effortless: she had tasted the blood of three men, and two women who had all kissed her lips. Not the seer. Not really good at kissing either. Not to say she wasn't feeling a little aroused, she was...very; the Duke, her 'date' was gently caressing her waist, her hip, the small of her back, his fingers stroking her bare abdomen. She was absolutely tingling in anticipation of his touch when she was away from him.
"They all seem to find you simply mouthwatering," the Duke had sighed into her ear, his skilled fingers lightly stroking her across her flat, naked belly, "I for sure, cannot disagree." He kissed her ear, his left hand holding her about the waist against him, his right hand poured wine for her, "I have been so looking forward to...," he licked her ear canal before probing it with the tip of his tongue, his left hand tugged playfuly at the hitch holding her top together, "uncovering all there is to know about you," before decending back down to her hips.
Maybe it was the wine, but his hands were just so... gifted. Nothing wrong with ensnaring a Duke; she decided to let him play with her body... till she got a better idea who this mystery person was. She wouldn't need to wait for long.
He nuzzled her neck, the finger tips of his left hand lightly stroked up and down her abdomen. She smiled, as with his right hand he raised the wine goblet to her lips, "go on," he sighed, nipping her earloab, his left hand raising to join the right - Why not? She drank.
He gently lifted the bottom of the goblet as she drank, till it was almost empty, then took it and finished it for her.
She swayed. He placed his hands around her waist to steady her, then used the right to turn her chin to face him, and lightly kissed the wine from her lips; his left carefuly palmed her left breast..
He smiled as she made no effort to stop him, "Very good wine indeed," he sighed, licking her chin, as his right hand confidently hefted her right breast
She smiled as his mouth moved down her neck, and his hands suddenly, eagerly, clutched both of her breasts, "SO that wasn't an accident before? Your grabbing me at the hunt?"
"No more than you - knowing I was here - chose to wear this dress, showing off these exceptional assets of yours... knowing I'm partial to them... was an innocent mistake; and you are still not breaking my hands, which tells me to proceed... till you do,"He moaned softly as he continued to massage her captive mammaries, "You have no idea how invigorating you are."
She giggled, and moaned softly as his continued stimulation of her sensitive breasts caused her to orgasm,"Valid points," she whispered, "Just please tell me you don't plan on taking me rigt here, in front of everyone." She whispered as he found her erect nipples and began playing with them through the silk till she succumbed to pleasure once again... she blushed crimson. She was unbelievibly embarrassed, and unequally aroused by him. Fuck this mission, fuck the age gap. She needed to have him on top of her, under her; his hands, mouth, tongue, cock? on her, inside her... Now.
"I've no intention of sharing your bounty with anyone else," he sighed as he reluctantly relinquished her breasts for her hips, and hurriedly pushed her down a hallway to a bed chamber, then pushed her through the open door, "But these gentlemen insist." He locked the door behind her. Leaving her alone with the other occupants
Three dwarves sat watching her calmly, fully dressed.
Payback for Whitey?
"Lot of nice, innocent people here who didn't kill anyone associated with us," the most heavily tattooed said, "don't get them hurt. You're not gonna be. Just an exchange of services for a few associates in exchange for forgiveness of sending Whitey to the stone. Sound fair?."
She consented; they could have done worse to her, they still could, better to satisfy them to the best of her abilities... For now. "So,one at a time? Or all at once? For the record, I do my best one on one." She smiled: It's always nice when they seek out the spider web... It saves her time.
"Get over here," the obvious boss dwarf commanded with a giggle, taking her by her hand, and leading her to the bed, "good to know you know what you have to do."
She nodded, and let him remove her top after he climbed on the bed.
"Very promising" he moaned into her cleavage, and massaged her breasts as she was stripped naked by the others. "We'll call tonight" he sighed, relinquishing her nipples as she climbed on top of the bed on all fours, and pulled out his manhood, "negotiations." He moaned as she massaged his testicals, and slowly took him into her mouth, as the other two undressed and got to work stimulating her by sucking on her pearl, and penetrating her with their hands. Once she orgasmed, they took up position: one on his back beneath her.
"You're a smart girl" the second moaned as he removed his hand from her wet sex, using it to lubricate her...elsewhere. He took up position between her buttocks, "keep going like this..." he pushed his way inside, "ohhhh... Yes. we won't have to tat yer ass. Just kidding."
She nodded and moaned softly as she lowered her wet sex over the erection of the man beneath her.
...
Hours Later.
The last of the three dwarves crawled out of the bed, his part of the negotiations with her very much satisfactorily resolved as decided by his boss who reclaimed possession of her entrance. "Amazing," he sighed as he thrust slowly inside her again, "still tight as a vice." He licked her nipples in turn, his fingers reached to her lips to be sucked eagerly by her. He even enjoyed her biting his fingers and hungrily sucking the blood. Her type of prey. She rolled her hips, pulling on his trapped member, distracting him from her syphoning lips. He succumbed to the pleasures of her gifted gyrations, and pulled out of her in meer minutes.
"So," he sighed as she wiped her juices from his hips, "Now YOU are fun. I have no problem with just a single act of killing by accident being made up for by you with an act of killing to teach our more 'ambitious' crews to keep their shit in line. You game for some roll play? you handle this annoying prick for us; his whole fucking crew too, anyway you want. Do that, and we'll call Whitey being offed an act of fate. Oh, one last thing... The surfacer who hired them? He's the prettiest thing next to you; and a gift for ya... VERY good to you ladies. KAL! Show her how good it feels to be a woman!"
He was one of the most magnificent physical specimen of male muscle she had ever seen. He was already naked, his manhood fully erect, thick, and hefty, jutted out between his thighs at her quivering labia. He grinned wide at her blushing face, kissed her full lips softly, massaged her ample breasts, then left her breathless as he effortlessly pulled her legs to his sides and slid his exceptional manhood inside her with practiced skill. Within minutes she orgasmed for the first time from a man being inside her since she entered the chamber.
He lifted her off the bed in his arms, and walked about the room, his manhood still fixed snuggly inside her warm, wet, grateful sex as she orgasmed around his erection, astonished at his stamina. He buried his face in her snug cleavage, and rubbed it briskly between her large breasts as he resumed thrusting slowly into her inviting folds, spreading her walls to accommodate his remarkably increasing ample girth. She bit her bottom lip as she orgasmed... again. He sat her up on a desk to move his hands once more to her breasts, roughly claiming them as he bit her nipples, driving into her wet, clenching sex like a man possessed.
She was all but floating on a sea of pleasure, as he milked her beautiful body of every intense sensation it could have.
His teeth finished their glorious torture of her breasts, leaving red momentos of their stay, his hands becoming more vigorous in their assault upon her ample, captive mammaries.
She was starting to fall in love.
"Tongue," he commanded.
The gall! She obeyed instantly; giddy as he claimed it with his own. She was drawing more vitality from him, making him just tired enough to hold off his orgasm. She was in bliss.
When he finally came, he gripped her buttocks hard, sliding his thick middle finger into her, making her climax at the same instant as him.
She shook her head as she gripped his hips, trying to hold him inside her till he went fully soft; he was a real keeper. Her eyes fluttered as she saw him better in the light of a candle.
He was handsome...no, beautiful: sapphire blue eyes, high cheekbones, lean features, full lips, long obsidian black hair. She blushed as he gently kissed her wrist, his hand not releasing her fingers as he lowered it to her chest, his fingers once again carefully caressing her naked skin as he held her in the snare of his gaze.
He smiled lightly as he palmed, and hefted her right breast, then slid that hand to the side of the soft, yet firm ample mound, and he used it to turn her body to him, taking control of it once more.
"Now that you've rage demon fucked me into a stammering idiot... Hi I'm your willing sex toy... Lilith."
He grinned, watching her fingers wrap around his flacid shaft, and gently massage it back to hardness.
"You are radiant, bold, and," he leaned into her ear, "have very gifted fingers," they kissed as she lay on her back, and he massaged her breasts.
"Fuck me damn you." she moaned, gripping his erection.
"No pillow talk?" he moaned as she straddled his erection, sliding him inside her, grinning from ear to ear as she gasped aloud from his girth.
"I'll never get tired of this," she sighed, eyes closed.
"Nor I of these," he moaned as she rolled her hips, and he more vigorously squeezed her breasts.
"So," she asked as she rode his hips, "You are the one I'm looking for?"
"Yes," he pulled her to him as they both succumbed to pleasure again, "I'm the idiot who hired Whitey, and twenty men who came here during the blight from Ferelden, and hired them faces unseen to work a dig there. My first mistake. Can I just say, you feel amazing to hold."
She laughed, "I feel even better to... Wait! You told Varric?" she moved her hips against his, "You ordered them here? Why?"
"They were rapists, and murderers, but NOT in Ferelden...here. So if they wound up dead here, no problem."
She grinned and pressed her body tighter to him.
"I should entrap vile criminals more often." he moaned.
"Let me guess, Varric told your man my plans?"
He nodded, "I wanted to save you the trouble of bothering to play with possibly all the men at the party. The Carta bosses were understandably interested in you once they caught your dance. They're businessmen for the most part, and will keep their mouths shut about tonight. The guy they want dead is an irrational man hell bent on building a prostitution ring by kidnapping surface women, and selling them from on board a ship. A Carta dwarf... Sailing about pimping kidnapped women. The son of a boss. They can't reason with his insane father, or him. Hence he needs to be killed by a victim. Before he recruits more members to be so stupid."
She smiled, "I owe you this, and perhaps more for not making me... well... fuck my old friend. I'm still not entirely happy with having to be taken by the Carta... but I'll live."
"I did also take some considerable..."
"I forgive you... for turning me on," she hugged him close against her again, and relaxed for a moment, "Can I just say, you feel amazing to hold? How did you come to work with Whitey?."
He ran his fingers over her back, making her almost purr involuntarily, "Whitey was part of a deal with certain necessary evils. They were a crew. Ten-man teams, eight-hour shifts. Whitey was a crew foreman for the Carta, tasked with hiring teams of surfacers for illegal lyrium distribution. I needed crews to mine gold, and diamonds, and needed to cut the Carta in. The Carta boss, by the way, sends you their regards. Having you with his men was his way to save face with his men for you to seemingly provide compensation for the act of killing Whitey; but he wanted to add his thanks... Whitey was skimming off their profits. He also wanted you to off both of the two men who were with him; he brought them to give you incentive, and to identify them. If you want him as well, he's not going to stop you. He's dying a death few would enjoy, and a very slow one at that."
"You said you hired twenty, we counted ten tonight..."
"The other ten are dead. We had to close the mine. The Carta found out about the purge here, got to know about you, and decided to offer these ten remaining survivors as a peace offering to you; so they finally informed me about who I had hired, and suggested I seek Varric out as waste management. Their coupling with you was a result of wine and bad decisions on both sides. Whitey was never part of the deal they thought they had made. He was trying to escape. I told him to stay on the ship. HIS mistake."
She nodded, just happy to have the whole thing resolved. As powerful as her set up was, it was never wise to cross the Carta.
The rest of the evening was pleasant enough, with the two choosing to share a carriage ride to Lowtown. She, swaying on drunken legs, waited as he went back inside for something.
She didn't even hear the carriage. The last thing she was aware of was the treated cloth over her face. The prey wanted to play at predator.
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NEAR THE DOCKS - CARTA SMUGGLING SHIP AT ANCHOR - ONE HOUR LATER
He had been tempted to mark her as she slept, sorely tempted. A tattoo on her pretty face, a small, harmless scar, a few distinct pieces of jewelry through her most sensitive parts, and a bastard in her belly; but he got control over himself once he was alone with her. She was perfect, had an outstanding pair of tits and had an equally impressive ass; and you just don't ruin the best merchandise. He did have to 'inspect' her... you gotta be sure to get the full experience of the potential customers.
He had tentatively removed the gag to check her teeth; see if his spy was full of shit. Regular teeth. Still... he put the gag back.
He'd given her tits a good squeeze, reached beneath her small clothes to check her sex, explored it a little with his thumb, enjoyed the surprisingly snug grip her lips gave his digits. He decided he might keep her for himself after all. He played with her pearl till she roused. Time to see how obedient she was willing to be.
She was finally awake on his king-sized bed - this one was the prize catch of this raid; she wasn't naked... yet, but tied to it, blindfolded, and gagged. She was quite a deadly catch. The three who caught her had swore they hadn't had their way with her, but he was sure they had, but had pulled out shy of orgasm, then dressed her for him. He had them checked before they left to grab her though, to be sure they were clean of disease; he was someone who was very brave, confident, but no fool. The others might want to let the killing of Whitey slide, but what kind of message did that send? She had no idea who the albino was connected to when she killed him... but so what? Besides, fine piece like her? Fortune smiles on the bold...
...but not the ignorantly so.
"Now YOU are worth the boat trip," he said, "and before you think it, no, the guy you met had no idea we were gonna do this. He's a business associate, a legit merchant, but he was not a part of this part of the plan. This part is all me. Now, let us get to know each other better pretty thing before we get you where you're going."
His small, thick-fingered hands caressed her flat, naked belly... "Where do you think I wanna go first? I'll give you a hint. You crazy blood drinking bitch." He straddled her narrow waist, resting his buttocks on her hips, "No surprise, I already handled these beautiful tits of yours"
He licked her cheeks.
"We should kill you for Whitey," he moaned, his hands sliding slowly up, over her ribs.
He licked her neck."his being Carta" he slid his sweating hands up under the sides of her large, full, firm breasts, "You understand," he palmed her breasts, squeezed them, "oh yeah, you do got very nice, big, full, huge funbags." He licked her ample cleavage, "sadly we can't let offing a member slide, without...reporations," his fingers glided over her top, rubbing her nipples through it, "we should do a lot of things to you," he massaged her breasts more roughly, "But I'm feeling generous, I'll settle for exclusive access to your body, the rest'll leave your fine ass alone; till we figure out who to sell yer fine ass to first. Get your whoring for us for the rest of your life started right. Sound fair?"
She nodded.
He was mildly astonished, "Good. I promise not to leave any marks. You need to understand... We got rules." He removed her top, "Perfect. I might keep you for myself after I get to know you. I mean, sure, Whitey skimmed, but did he deserved to have his blood drank?" He paused to bite lightly on her nipples.
She moaned through her gag.
He began to chew on her nipples, and agressively squeezed her breasts like kneeding dough.
She slowly bucked her hips.
He relented her breasts, to pull off her remaining clothing.
She opened her thighs, and waited impatiently as he disrobed, and finally thrust into her; surprised to find her moaning wantonly as he breached her labia.
He was now feeling very good, and just a little guilty.
She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts, pulling on his manhood, trapping it inside her... a tight, warm, wet, paradise.
He was getting considerably lightheaded the longer he was inside her... who cares, she feels so...
She was getting stronger, her hips rose off the bed, lifting him off it with them.
He soon couldn't feel his toes.
She, wrists tethered... Undulated her entire beautiful body in tandem with his hips, pulling his manhood deeper into her body.
The image that struck his pheromone addled brain was that of a snake eating a rat... too bad he had lost all feeling in his legs. Where was he again? Feels... so...
...
By the time he was orgasming, her body had enveloped his testicles. He lost consciousness just as she crushed them inside herself.
It helps to be a shapeshifter...
He still lived... poor fool. Time for a few answers, and pain.
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TWO HOURS - THIRTY DEAD CARTA LATER - THE ROSE - OWNERS SUITE
The dead rapist pig had all sorts of secrets to share...as had his bosses. They were all HER secrets now. Goody. She really did like this handsome stranger from the party - such a great lay was hard to find, and he had no love for the Carta beyond needing them for business. A few talks with her men, and a few questions answered regarding his mining issue... then... after some fun to cement things between them...
She nodded, as they lay abed, the handsome black-haired stranger was drinking from her navel, his fingers as wet as his lips... exploring her sex, "What do you want me to do?" She sighed in between gasping.
"Well - partner - we need to bring a certain group of competitors to heel. They have a weakness... for you." He withdrew his hand once he felt her body climax around it.
She nodded, "Sounds familiar... partner; I do encourage it best I can."
"Not just any lustful idiots... That rogue blood magester Saris's stragglers; they avoided the get together in Denerim - in the Deep Roads. THEY took control of our mine and killed that other human trash. Take care of THEM by drawing them out to the surface; without getting anyone else killed. If you can give them to myself and a few other vested interests - not all Carta - alive, for a little reciprocity of our own? Well, we leave that up to you. We men must be effortless prey."
"Not every time, you are a surprise. You haven't been unreasonably angry in your response regarding my vanishing and killing your 'associates' pissing off the other uninformed Carta crews at you by association with me."
"No you didn't. The Carta is all business girl - he was an embarassing detrement to it. That fool just wanted a go at you...used 'Carta rules' as an excuse. The high council of the Carta just want to let it all go away... his carcass with it. I can't say there won't be others. But too many idiots, draw too much attention - so kill away. As for my being 'reasonable?' You could burn down my homes, and I'll be this reasonable. I always like to earn my lovers, and in the case of you and your body; I'd happily do whatever I have to do to have you willingly. I find mutually consensual to be..."
"Good business."
"Exactly. The mine entrance is a few miles south of Vigil's Keep. Good luck. The Carta are understandably going to keep out for reasons of not pissing you off further."
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TWO HOURS LATER
The Guard Captain stood outside the Hightown market, checking on the security for the guest tents when SHE slapped his buttocks.
"I'm leaving tomorrow. You have more than honored your word. You are better than I deserve, but if you wish, I'll happily give you one last night. My men will cover for you."
He kissed her hand, "You are very beautiful, but I'm not going to abandon these people for my own pleasure. Goodbye Lilith."
He walked away, having kept his word, and without regret.
She turned to the Ferelden, "Slightly ego bruising. Bohlen? Anything happens to him, gut the fuck who does it. I'm off to finish cleaning up Saris's trash. As well as resolving my issues regarding that sodomy. I need to pay it back."
"And tall, dark, and handsome from the party?" the elf asked.
"Thirty dead Carta is plenty for one night. Besides, he's very pretty; and a great lay... that comes in handy now that you two are no longer available. Next stop, Vigil's Keep."