"How can you be sure you are on the right side... make certain the side your on is yours." That was the only gem of wisdom her father gave her that Lilith took a true stock in, the rest had been mostly to entertain her. She loved her father, he was a good man, but she worshipped her mother: she was her savior, her icon, her goddess, her source of beauty in the deep, and she said... trust no one BUT yourself, and NEVER give your heart away without it being paid for in their blood, or their soul.. . Never just give it away. Lilith had no intention of giving away what someone might well pay so high a price for. Men had already proven easy prey, almost pointlessly easy to bother with, and marginally pleasurable at best. But, it was not an entirely unattractive idea to see if she could seduce a woman; a very powerful, chaste woman; a devout woman... the right hand of the divine - Cassandra Pendergast. Daddy said to give it a try after all... for the greater good - oh well, sacrifice, thy name is Lilith.
She never understood the chaste. For herself she could not imagine so monumental a waste as the repression of the full experience of the remarkable gift of being a woman; to under appreciate the full joy of that life, even the carnal, was to her a greater blasphemy against this male energy known as The Maker, then was the taking of that life. She liked Cassandra, and the remarkably succulent flesh she was in - she didn't want her to sin against her faith. Of such as she ... were saints made.
She picked the day Cassandra was to the honored for 'her' brilliant resolving of the recent murders committed by the cabal of Tevinter Blood Mages. The heroic loss of twenty Templar knights, including three 'under-cover' captains, was the only damper on the day; but as far as Thedas knew - they died as heroes - and not as the puppets of the very mages who made them kill all the innocent families in question; till her brother and her put a stop to it all.
Cassandra looked absurdly heroic in her black armor, her beautiful face statue-like in its stoic pride as the Empress bestowed upon her the right of 'Carte Blanc' , basically removing any repercussions from her actions, for a term of one year. Lilith smiled wickedly at the almost malevolent smile in the High Seekers eyes," bad girl"; it was enough to make her weep, if she could remember how.
The ceremony was long, pointlessly over blown, and mostly drawn out for the sake of the merchants who lined the square; and worse - outdoors. 'Picture perfect sunny day... sodding cloudless sky' she was sensative to the sun, as a result of being... well, her - she hated wrinkles.
She had carefully snuck up on the little Orlesian girl her family had rescued, and left her a note to give the High Seeker when she did the clichéd, 'hero meets sweet, innocent sole survivor moment', of the festivities, and went to the catacombs to rest from the sun. It had been too much like her old room in the thaig: huge, dark, with all the various smells of decay. So, looking every bit the marble statue herself, she took off her dress, crossed her arms over her breasts to cover her nipples, thought 'white'(which altered her hair color to that of her skin), closed her eyes, thought 'Stone,' and became as it on the lid of a sarcophagus, and rested till night.
Cassandra arrived in the catacombs, dressed in a long, blue silk dress, carrying a torch in one hand, a dagger on her thigh, she looked more than a little apprehensive, "Miss Cousland?" she asked the shadows, her free hand reached for the hill of the dagger.
"Why do you seek the living among the tombs?" Lilith said softly from a darkened corridor beside her, "and it's Lilith, Cassandra
Cassandra reared back, braced herself on her rear foot, pulled the dagger and prepared to eviscerate Lilith.
Lilith smiled seductively, "Oh, you, will be fun," and stepped out into the torch-light.
Cassandra relaxed, "You scared me," she gasped.
"Startled you," Lilith sighed, "I believe if I had not been me, I'd be dead. THAT lovely body of yours, my dear Seeker, is the difference between startled and scared: you were prepared to kill, not run. You were being predator and not prey. I owe you my life. That makes up for proper public recognition, I suspect."
"I'm sorry I didn't give your brother and you proper credit... it was important people see the Order as doing its job now."
"I understand," Lilith said.
Cassandra was visibly relieved, this was going to be effortless, "Thank you. By the way... how old are you?"
"My mother says twenty, give or take a year; sunless, moist heat, continuously, is excellent for the skin - I look younger. Anyway, I am here to let you know that I appreciate your honoring your generous offer of amnesty to my mother and I, and that I meant it when I said I'll help to stop these inept, self-deluded maniacs, as will my brother; so long as our mother, and I, continue to practice as we see fit."
"Done."
"there is something you should know," Lilith sighed as she turned the angle of her body to best emphasize the ample cleavage of her large, full, firm, soft breasts that Cassandra had been so hypnotized by in the Chantry when they had brought the heads of the blood mages responsible for the Templar's killing spree, "There was an image I need to tell you about, I received it from the last blood mage I 'interrogated', a Magister, one of the four original - or so he was convinced."
"How?," she was genuinely fascinated.
Lilith wasn't convinced herself of the images validity. When she had drunk the blood of the others, the more enamored, she'd seen vivid memories of detailed sexual liaisons between herself and the mages; liaisons that never transpired, or ever would... so she assumed the Magister was little more than a wish of personal power, or hero-worship of his father or his teacher.
Cassandra was taking the information as valid, as though it confirmed something she already knew.
Lilith was given another reason to pursue her ambitions of seducing the Seeker, besides the bragging rights. Cassandra watched, enraptured as Lilith applied a VERY potent aphrodisiac that disguised the intent,making the object of seduction so wanton, they didn't regret the moment THEY surrendered.
Cassandra licked her lips, her pupils dilated completely.
Lilith smiled like a hungry Wyvern, "See something you want?"
Cassandra stepped to the young malificar, and touched her hair, "like silk," she sighed.
"I love your touch," Lilith sighed, then guided Cassandra's free hand to her breasts, "soft, yet strong hands, like me... soft yet firm."
Cassandra then surprised even Lilith as she grabbed Lilith's dress, and pulled it to the floor.
Lilith laughed joyfully as Cassandra licked her thighs, and nuzzled her sex as she pulled down Lilith's undergarments from her hips.
Cassandra then reached up and gave Lilith's breasts a sudden, impassioned, squeeze.
Lilith stiffened and gasped from the sudden rough handling.
Cassandra relented.
"I didn't say stop" Lilith sighed, and ran her fingers through the Seeker's hair.
Cassandra stroked Lilith's clitoris lovingly with the tip of her tongue, her breath hot on the mage's flat belly, her hands trembling as they gratefully explored the soft, warm, willing flesh of the young malificar. Release a long time in the building had finally come to her, all she could manage was a whimpered gasp, "You enchantress."
"Seek and ye shall find," Lilith sighed as she lovingly caressed the lovely Seeker's hair, and played with her ears.
"talking is over... rated...," Cassandra moaned as she gently kissed Lilith's abdomen, "Let's try a new use... for ...our," she sighed, and slid her tongue slowly between Lilith's wet vaginal lips.
The two women were lost in each other, oblivious as a lone figure watched from the shadows with a wry smirk ,"Orlesians." For all the handsome elf's voyeurism, he was menacing: armed with a massive two-handed sword... and covered in glowing, lyrium laced tattoos. When Cassandra lowered Lilith on top of the sarcophagus they lit up, and almost gave him away. "Hawke hears of this I'm gonna wish I was back with Danarius," he muttered, "too risky to linger here."
He snuck to the entrance, watched, and waited like a stone. He barely breathed as, hours later, Cassandra passed him, smiling, a slight hum of a familiar Orlesian love ballad issued from the catacombs behind her. She looked back, blew a kiss, fixed her dress, and demeanor till the smile remained in her eyes, but not on her lovely face, and departed, happily taking up the hummed song till it issued from her departing form alone.
As the hum died down, he moved toward the entrance of the catacombs, and stopped, frozen to the spot. Lilith, with a soft whisper of a voice filled with heart breaking emotion, sang another song... a Dalish song of freedom.
He trembled, unmoving, till morning.
