Lilith was brought to the coven's meeting in the woods just outside the property boundaries of a wealthy Orleasian family. 'Her' will was to be done this night, and with the continued sacrifices, the Demon would bless their matron with the location of the ones who lived, yet did not breathe. They were going to celebrate their victory over those who sought to keep their glory from them with wine, lust and blood.
They had already had their way with the slaves of this soon to be eradicated family of pompus , self-deluded fools whose ancestors were responsible for the overthrow of their rightous empire given to them by the blessing of magic, and the will of the old gods. This beauty would just be more icing on their cakes, before they mutilated her loveley flesh and fed her alive to their demon thralls.
Poor fools.
Lilith was dragged, still seemingly under the female mage 'spell' from the special compartment under the carrage to avoid questioning from city, and village guards. The moment she was standing the gathered group of ten mages and five sellswords - eight men and seven women - surrounded her.
"Dance for us, pretty girl," her escort sighed, her hands roughly squeezing the beauty's breasts through her sIlk dress to demonstrate her dominance to her fellow mages as she bit Lilith's right earloab, "just listen to the music, and don't leave a stitch on by the time you're done."
Lilith danced to a music only she could feel eminating from the ground, and vibrating through her body. She stripped away her dress and small clothes to the great delight of all surrounding her; all the while feighning the almost inebriatied-like state she knew the female blood-mage expected her to be in.
On top of this, she had inhaled what she knew were herbs being burned to bring about a state of happy compliance - herbs which she was immune to the effects of; still she let them control her willingly...for now. She knew what was intended for her to be, the part she was ment to play, and she was all to happy to oblige - knowing the terror they would experience before their grusome end.
As soon as she was naked, all but two of the men pulled her into a tent and proceeded to take turns at her beautiful nubile body, believing they had all night to explore all their options. But as one after the other climbed off the strangely enthusiastic victim, the more exhausted they became, finaly curling up in a fetal position, an seemiing to fall asleep.
As their last compatriot pumped away at her remarkibly inexhaustible, joyfully reciprocating body; he found himself, at first, passively watching the friends who had at her before as they, one by one, slowly uncurled on the floor, their eyes suddenly wide open, rolled onto their backs as their mouths stretched open in a low rattle; their terror filled eyes rolling into the backs of their heads. He suddenly realized his fate - too late.
She grinned as she wrapped her calves around his waist, gripped his thrusting buttocks and squeezed his body into hers till they were as one even more than before. "Not such a bad way to go eh?," she sighed as she covered his open mouth and stifuled his scream with her lips and tongue.
He remarkibly still orgasmed in time with her, and his body immediatly went into cunvulsions. She held him to her and reveled in his death as his body moved with her own before pushing his lifeless carcass away from her body.
...
The other members of the coven grew curious when the tent went quiet. Still, the three women so inclined were willing to wait their turn quietly. One hour, and no sound from the tent later, the most ardent of the three entered.
Lilith was still naked, her back resting against a pile of what appeared to be huge pillows. She smiled at her previous 'mistress', and gestured she approach.
"Where?...," he blood mage began to ask, but was silenced by Lilith's mouth kissing her, and pulling her against her body.
"Mmmm," Lilith moaned, breaking the kiss, but not the embrace, "What do you care where men are? The further from my body they are, the better for you. Right?"
The blood mage, for the moment, lingered in Lilith's arms, enjoying the feel of the beauties tongue wriggling agains her own. She was so intoxicted by the malificars kiss, she was unaware when one of the pillows touched her hand as it rested on the ground. She did, however notice it when - in it's final death spasm - gripped her wrist.
She tried to pull away. But it was far past her time.
Lilith had changed, her body growing outward in a metamorhisis only her mother had mastered.
If the blood mage was still alive when what had been Lilth... started to eat her face - she would have wished she herself had never been conceived.
...
The others moved to the entrence of the tent whe no sound was heard but a strange clicking sound followed by muffled moans.
They pulled the tent flap open, just in time to see a massive insect leg scurry under the tent. All about the floor, the cucconed bodies of their fellow mages, one still wrigled, then ceased. Th interior was covered in silken webbing.
They stepped beck, ran to where the two remaining men had been stationed to warn them.
CRACK!
They stepped back carefully as a massive figure strode from the shadows.
He stood six feet ten inches tall, massively muscular. He had light blue eyes, black hair, very familiar bone structure... just like the girl. In his hands he held the head of one of the two men, a portion of it's spine hanging down like a braid of hair. He grinned, "Ladies. Leaving so soon?"
They were about to use their magic, only they were panicked, unfocused, and a moment later, covered in the entrails of the blood mage who took Lilith as they suddenly spilled down from above.
The man before them swipped the air in one rapid motion, taking up one woman's arm, then slamming her into the two beside her, knocking hem all out.
The remaining three attempted to summon their talents, but two instantly found themselves rooted to the spot, their heads trapped in silk webbing, sufficating them.
The last took off, screaming for help in the direction of the manor house.
Lilith floated to the ground, her salacious body covered in blood from head to toe, turned to the man, and smiled, "Stay here for a minute, Keiren."
"Cormack," he corrected, "I like it better. It's more ME."
She grinned, "Forgive me, big brother - Cormack. Wait till you hear me say 'Monsters'. I'm going to go introduce myself to the head of this group of Tevinter extremists. I'll use her dress," she said, indifferently indicating the fleeing woman, "We're looking for a male Tevinter, leading a group of corrupted Templars. They are just up ahead, I assume."
"Red Templars?," her brother asked.
"No. Worse. These fools have no minds to control. He's put a glamour on them. They think they're fighting the mage Templar wars. Don't ask me how. I have an image of long red hair. Maybe their leader."
"And her?," her brother nodded toward the fleeing mage.
"Too slow. Still, I like her eyes, her breasts, her hips, her legs. Perhapse I'll keep her... introduce her to the pleasures of a woman's tongue. Or perhapse I'll drain her to the dregs for running."
