"Maker," the young newly appointed Guard Captain moaned as he struggled to free his wrists from the tether that held them to the back of the chair once he heard the retreating footsteps of his captors; and the shutting and locking of a massive wooden door. He was left bound, bereft of all but small clothes, nervous; but mostly humiliated.
He had been effortlesly grabbed, blindfolded and hooded outside the 'Rose' after he and his friends had celebrated his appointment as Guard Captain. Not so much as a cry uttered, or kick landed
He felt like a fool: taken alive without a fight, drunk, outside a...
...footsteps, light, barefooted.
He sat there alone for the longest five minutes of his life.
A panel slid somewhere behind him.
The heady scent of a wonderfully familiar perfume - taking him back to a Ball he attended in Orlea in honor of his father's service with the Inquisition; a voluptuous young entertainer he ALMOST danced with, but will never forget - filled the room. Could it be? HOW?! He was immediately aroused.
SHE giggled. "And here I was thinking you were unarmed... but look... a sizable dagger."
"It's really you?" He moaned, breathless, his mind, and mouth both going slack as she stepped behind him,"the entertainer from...OHHH!"
She squeezed his shaft. The hood came off, but not the blindfold "The one you wanted to 'dance' with," she sighed into his ear, before nibbling on it, "you tell me. Let me see if you can solve this one by q and a... and touch"
"and if I get it done?" he moaned softly as she sucked hard on his ear.
She gasped as she released his ear... "MY, YOU are soooo vividly 'romantic'. You are certain that had we danced - just danced - I'd have had my THIRD orgasm... in three minutes? you're either very imaginitve... or... I ended that night with the wrong dance partner. Let us find out. That lovely fantasy of yours is incorrect on a few things... aside from the big one... regretfuly. If you can correct them... "
"How do you know...? SOD IT! Right. I'm game. First?"
She giggled playfuly, then brushed a fabric against his chest, "what was the color of my dress? And how was it fitted?"
"Your silk dress, flesh toned... "
"yes...?"
"Neckline...opened to...," He moaned as impossibly large, full, firm, soft breasts were momentarily rubbed against the back of his head... covered by silk,"your..." he stammered.
She circled him, "Come on, you can do it. In your delicious little 'memory' you made an assumption of my dress... based on how 'ample', and full my breasts were that night. You were wrong... about the dress. Correct it, and you can ascertain for yourself how full they are... to your hearts content. How low was the neckline?"
He was sweating, "To... your... navel?"
She stood between his parted legs, her silk dress tickling his inner thighs, "Correct".
He felt the tickle of the silk against his naked thighs... then just his feet.
Did she let the dress fall to the floor? DRUFFALO SHIT! His friends were fucking with him. This was probably her... but there was no way he was going to get her in bed. They paid a shit ton of gold to have her play with his mind and blue-ball him. ASSHOLES! but still... WORTH IT!
"Teasing me?," he sighed with a little laugh, "not very nice, we both know..." he caressed her calves with his right foot, then moved it higher, searching for the dress, "that you... aren't..." his toes drifted up the front of the warm, smooth skin... of her naked thigh, then up, over her shapely hip, "na...k...ed?" His big toe nudged her in her bared navel... there was no dress.
She giggled, "wonderfully dexterous," she sighed, "and right... for the moment. I'm still wearing small cloths on my hips." she sighed as she pressed his toes to her lace covered sex. He could feel the hot, engorged lips just beneath the thin fabric, "just one answer to one question keeps them there. Are you ready?"
"Y... y... yes."He stammered; this WAS happening!
"What color are my eyes?"
"Blue"
She drapped her fragrent, moist, lace undergarment across his face. "Almost there... Guard Captain."
SO... he was right...but who among his friends knew ANYONE who could get HER to happily... he lost his train of thought as she pressed her naked breasts to his face.
She giggled as he happily nuzzled his face deep between her impossibly full, firm, yet soft ample breasts, licking at her teats as she inched them away from his eager tongue. "Say 'please'," she teased, stepping back till her right nipple was just close enough to lick.
He gnashed his teeth.
"THAT is not 'please'," she said.
"Please," he said.
"Please what?"
"Please may I...," he was cut off by her pushing the breast against his face, the nipple into his mouth... this was happening.
She laughed as he sucked eagerly on her trapped teat, "hungry little calf are you?," she giggled playfuly.
He moaned softly as she slid down his bound body, her full breasts pressed firmly against his chest, then rubbed her sex along his covered erection. "I have a feeling you want something from me."
She kissed his neck."quid...," she moved her mouth to his ear,"pro...," to his chin, "quo. Guard Captain. You want me...I want," she kissed his bottom lip, "a favor comparable to the granting of that desire. Will you grant it?."
"I..."
She pulled off the blindfold.
He just gaped. She was everything he remembered... only more beautiful.
She smiled, genuinely. "No patrols of the docks, or Lowtown, for twenty four hours. We have a surprise party planned for... friends from out of town."
"RIGHT. 'SURPRISE PARTY'... the same euphemism used by HER; just before her brother tore to shreds over one thousand crimminals. I'd heard she had influence here. So... another purge? What about the people...?"
She smiled, and kissed his mouth closed, "'The people...'," she whispered as she broke the kiss, "THIS is why I'M here, and not some other girl... you're a genuinely good man; VERY worth my time."She reached around his bound body, pressing her ample breasts against his stomach, and untied his hands.
'Dreams do come true,' he thought to himself, his finger tips moved lightly over her skin; still, he was curious about who compelled this poor girl into... "NOW this makes sense. Someone heard about my 'disappointment' regarding you, and my new position, told HER, and SHE has coerced you into this. "
She giggled as she sucked his lips, "Why do you have to question it? You are making me mad... and impossibly wanting. I'm here because I want to be. I saw you that night. Seline took me out of party, and had me preoccupied. Since that night my fortunes changed. NOW, fate is going well for you and I. Here we are, able to come together for our own designs... and desires." She kissed him again.
He hesitated.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered, "You ARE truly honorable. You were chosen for this position because of that. I am going to be with you because you want me, deserve me, and I'm tired of being ONLY with dishonorable, selfish people interested in their own designs."
"But you want something from me... I mean SHE... "
"Fuck HER! If your agreement with the 'favor' was the only reason I was going through with this... and you have yet to agree... tell me... was my breast not in your mouth? why is it I'm still here, still in your arms? still wanting you inside me? I WANT THIS... PERIOD. What you decide to do after... is up to you. Grant me the request, or don't."
He looked up as she kissed his neck, rubbing her wet sex against him, "But..."
"Later," she sighed exhausted, and caressed his shaft with her right hand
He lifted her chin till his lips met hers, "Ok... tell HER... she needs to give me a day to set up; have an excuse to get the children out of the area...'DID YOU GET THAT!? SHE DID AS YOU WANT! LEAVE HER ALONE!"
"Maker I want you!" she screamed, and smiled as he tickled her belly.
"I think you'll be ok now."
"Good," she sighed into his mouth, "then let us waste no more time with foolish talk." She kissed his mouth softly, then stood up, took his hands in her own, and pulled him to standing.
"Are you sure you want me? I..."
She pressed his right hand between her thighs.
She was all but dripping.
"Does that answer your question?" she whispered, smiled, and led him to a crimson silk covered bed. She crawled on the bed, offering herself to him.
He peeled off his last piece of clothing, stepped to her presented sex, took firm hold of her narrow waist, and flipped her onto her back... her thighs spread wide.
She gasped in surprise, then moaned softly in anticipation of his next move as he gently caressed her breasts, before relenting them to slowly descend down her body; his lips following his hands even more slowly. They first closed over each of her aching nipples in turn; then down her flat belly; and finally blowing on her wet nether lips.
She trembled.
"This may take me a little while... new to this.", he sighed as he kissed her inner thighs.
"Take your time..," she moaned, "Practice makes...OHHHH!" her hips spasmed, and involuntarily lifted off the bed.
He giggled, lightly caressing her buttocks before she forced them back down to the bed.
"Liar," she sighed and smiled, then ran her graceful fingers through his hair as he resumed his oral exploration of her sex, "I'm already regretting dancing with that marque."
"I arrived after your performance... I never learned your name."
She grinned, "WHY?"
"I want to spell it."
"Lilith," she sighed.
"Popular name."
She grinned, then gasped aloud.
...He had started 'spelling'... VERY carefully.
She was never happier to have so long a name.
...
Early the next evening found guards moving through Lowtown and the docks handing out candy, and announcing a two day family fair... free to all; to be paid for by several wealthy Hightown merchants. The Guard Captain sure knew how to make a good time last; this news would spread wide and fast... no guards for two days. The rats would play; the game was on.
"He moved fast; worth your time and more," Varick mentioned as he stepped into the ornately furnished, and appointed master bedroom situated on the top floor of the reconstructed 'Hanged Man'.
SHE, freshly bathed by her ladies, was nude but for a silk robe, gazed out her balcony at the very same man as he rode by... smiling up at her. She smiled to herself, "He was just wonderful... gifted touch... amazingly limber. He wants me to dance tonight... to top off the evening festival. But mostly to be seen by everyone there. "
"Your alibi. Smart. ALSO," the dwarf responded with a cough, "Glad to know you enjoyed yourself."
"For once," she muttered.
"AHEM!"
She lifted an inquisitive eyebrow, and turned away from the streets below to face two strikingly handsome men standing just inside the door.
"OHHH," one of them, a smirking, powerfully built dirty blonde Ferelden, gasped in mock embarrassment, "THAT was SOOO rude!... of me... sorry."
"Yeah," the other, a man best described as the prettiest flat chested elf girl in any Alienage, sighed, "VERY rude. As if this former lover of ours wasn't just expressing her disappointment in her past sexual experiences with men... right in front of us... as if we weren't even here."
She shook her head, "Are you done?"
The two men burst out laughing.
She didn't.
The elf punched the Ferelden in the arm, "Calm yourself," he ordered with a repressed laugh, "nug humper."
"Well," the Ferelden responded, "at least the nugs never complained."
They all roared in laughter... except Varrick who barely grinned.
She turned to the dwarf, "You didn't find it funny?" she asked.
"Only because he didn't say it," the Ferelden added.
"HA! Happy?" the former member of the Inquisition stated bluntly, then turned to the beauty, "Just a little preoccupied Lil."
"About these people who will be returning?," she asked.
The legendary storyteller nodded, "I knew them. Not one was what you would call a great thinker, let alone capable of seeing your brother and his actions that day coming... let alone a day in advance. Nor were any of them worth saving any more than any he killed. Mind you I harbor no resentment regarding anything you or he did that day... I never met you; but THEY left us to die without warning... their friends. There is also the more terrifying fact that you sent him alone, without any prewarning to ANYONE. THAT scares me. WHO can foresee the future? None of them; THEY were hardcore dusters... lyrium addicts. Also, they hated each other... made it easier for me to play them against one another. So who... or what... warned them? And is it - or they - here?"
She nodded, "good point." She turned to her former lovers "Do you two jesters need me to hold your hands tonight? Did Varick scare you?"
"No Lil.," the Ferelden said, "You go and enjoy your evening with your new... friend. We'll bait the hooks, see who bites."