There was a softness to Leliana that Lilith loved, a texture to her skin, lips (both pairs), and tongue that tasted almost ambrosial as she played her way around the older woman's naked skin; intermittently pressing the soles of the Chantrie's chief spy's feet against her breasts, rubbing her nipples between the clutching toes, then licking the soles with the tip of her tongue as she slowly masturbated in front of her.

Leliana was as transfixed as Cassandra had ever been by the young malificar's abundant charms and almost Maker like ability to know her secret wanton desires without her speaking them, and the toes that had found her own pleasure points were making the fine, soft Orlesian silk sheets they lay upon sweetly, intoxicatedly aromatic with the scent of their mutual sexual gratification. She was falling for her, in one hours time from first sight, Leliana was falling for a woman young enough to be her own daughter.

Lilith had her, her father and mother's former lover, not that she had wanted her at all; Leliana was not unattractive, far from it, but the thought of being with a woman who had been so intimate with her parents was unsettling, not because of having shared her, but of the memories held in her blood. She had to refine this gift. She couldn't risk loosing Leliana; if she could use her body and blood at will as well (a slightly more intriguing, if less romantic entanglement then her beautiful Seeker and her remarkable blood), she may have access to all secrets of the chantry. Lilith believed in time she could ensnare both women into a cozy triumverate, addict them to both her charms and each others as well... perhaps be able to gain access to the living blood of the old woman herself... The Divine. Lilith was starting to behave more like her goddess than she knew.

Morrigan smiled as she passed her daughter's chamber. Her darling Lilith had learned; now hopefully she could avoid the pitfall she herself had fallen into when she first laid eyes on Aeden.

Love had not proven so much a source of pain, as a distraction, and had nearly cost her it all as she had risked the very womb that was ment to house Cormack for the sake of that love; she had wanted to bear Aeden's son, no one elses, the ritual be damned if not with him.

She hoped Lilith could keep a clearer head and not fall so completely for either woman, at least not until the goal had been reached. Love was a trap, it bent the will and steered you away from your true purpose. she had whispered that to her pretty girl as she slept, but had also whispered... ignore your mother - knowing she never would.

She wanted her daughter happy, as she was with Aeden; as life-giving as their union was, it was also still magical, still endlessly pleasurable, and it kept them young, kept them beautiful kept them alive. she was as in love in the morning, seeing his face, as she was in his arms, her willing body at the precipice of climax. She wanted that desperately for her daughter.

Cormack was another issue entirely. Her son had yet to find a lover. She had taken him to brothels in almost all major cities, but he was always nervous about doing injury to the women, THAT she knew, her son was into the fairer sex; but as with his physical strength, his virility was a potential cataclysmic source of ruin to any woman who might test it. That was not to say there was a shortage of volunteers for the honor: most alarming in scope was that as a result of his aid to the Dalish slaves in Tevinter when he was FIVE! he had as many as twenty thousand potential mothers to his children among their number, and all were willing to share - happily - with each other. Morrigan considered it a workable possibility, Cormack liked the Elven women: beautiful, resilient, brave, magic users. Why not? Ariani had been like a mother so she felt awkward, not that the ageless beauty had been against it once he turned eighteen, an age she felt he had reached a degree of maturity emotionally where he understood the effects of these things and how it would change them forever toward one another. She loved him, and would not want to hurt or confuse him for anything.

So tonights festivities were happening, a oppertunity for a thief to gain amnesty from pursuit from her considerable enemy's, by becoming the first mother of Cormack's seed. This was going to be a treat for Morrigan, the pirate was about to earn her reputation as a sexual athlete... if she survived.

Isabela was at the center of the main hall, surrounded by at least thirty well dressed men, each with their own bodyguards, one hundred fifty in all. The deal was thus: Isabela would risk her life with a coupling with Cormack; if she agreed he would kill every one of her debtors and their men that were present; If she refused, the debtors and their men would have her... that had been what Cormack had told them. The truth was only one each of the debtors men were going to crawl from this room, begging him to kill them. If Isabela wanted to give herself to him, great, his father said she had been fun, if not... was unlikely.

The debtors wanted to watch the contract being fulfilled; the hope being her internal organs being ruptured as they watched. Cormack consented.

Isabela stepped to him, lifted the hem of her dress, and tore off her lace undergarment, then palmed a three edged dagger stashed in her garter, "Need help?"

"Maybe after, with your dress."

She leaned into his ear, "There won't be one, you get this done... the wombs all yours. And any special requests, I do... well, name it."

She was lifted away by rope to the bell tower.

"HEY!" the shortest, fattest, best dressed one roared, "What gives? The contract"

"The contract will be fulfilled, my contract with the Orleaian empire, The Free Marches, Ferelden well, that's a given. The contract is thus... only one, per nug scrotum sucker, gets out alive. For that I get to test the waters, so to speak, of the pirate queen; I get to clear her name with those countries, allowing any kid I give her to live free; and I get to squish all of you... and oh yeah, I get to kill on sight all your friends in the governments I just mentioned... including any Templar Knight, or Knight Commanders. It's just a taste of the capitulations yet to come. I am Cormack Cousland, the man who killed you like an insect. When you get to the fade... don't wait. It'll be getting crowded."

Isabela watched from above as Cormack strode into them. The first word that came to mind as he grabbed the thick oak table with one hand and effortlessly swept aside sixty charging men was, SIRE. She unhitched her corset.

They were all so stupid, ten of the first sixty killed in ten seconds and STILL they charged! How did they find their way to the Keep without becoming lost leaving their respective homes? He decided to be more visceral, and tore a man's arm and leg off and killed twelve more of them with them before he bled out. STILL they charged! He couldn't stop laughing as he continued to rip into them, almost collapsing from loosing breath. The last sixty, the debtors, and their respective whelps stood as he regained his composure.

The wealthiest was already shouting numbers, promising to show the location of hoards of gold and jewels. The other twenty-nine were on their knees. Cormack looked at the richest and smiled, "you are right, you will; and for it, you will get a good-bye kiss. LILITH!"

Isabela slid down to the floor as she heard the name. This one she had heard of, the sister. In spite of herself, Isabela gasped at the sight of her, and blushed as Lilith caught her staring.

Lilith looked Isabela over, opened her corset, and stared at the pirate queen's body approvingly, "Oh Cormack... can we share?"

"Later sister, come."

Isabela gasped and sighed audibly as Lilith's fingertips slid into the open garment and caressed her right breast, her thumb rubbed against the erect nipple all too briefly, "later," she sighed, "can't come soon enough."

Lilith smiled at her, "Flatterer." She strode to the numbers man and smiled. The debtor's eyes went wide. Lilith had affixed two long, thin diamond encrusted canines to her natural teeth. "This is going to be new to me," she said sweetly as she sank the teeth into the man's neck, pierced his artery, and sucked hard.

The debtor's mouth dropped open as his eyes rolled back in his head as she siphoned him.

"He wasn't kidding brother," Lilith gasped as the debtor dropped dead to the floor, "Billions? Is that even a number?"

"A very high one," Morrigan laughed as she stepped to her children, "Do you know where pretty girl?"

Lilith smiled, "Every piece of gold, every palace he owns, every business he runs, and that of every official he has in his pocket."

"Our pocket," her mother sighed and kissed her daughter's head, "now, the rest."

Lilith drank deep, draining them all, all but their seconds. "I have it ALL mother. Cormack, your pions await you brother."

Cormack strode to the quivering errand boys of the dead debtors as Lilith sauntered over to Isabela and reached into her corset once more.

Morrigan marched over to the pirate queen, "Are we clean?"

"YES," Isabela glowered, "I think that would be obvious. Nice seeing you again to Morrigan."

"Remarkable," Morrigan gasped, "What's next... the Maker showing up to do a tune on a lute?"

"I like her mother, her hips are perfect, her breasts are as large and full as mine... she'll make an excellent vessel for his child, perhaps even a good mother. If she survives... perhaps I should see her before, do some preparations for the event, rub salves into her..."

"Enough," Morrigan sighed, "I admit her body may be attractive to you, but, she is here for Cormack, I'll not have her falling in love with you too."

"Just one question then," Lilith sighed as she caressed Isabela's naked sex, "WHO is Varric? and why do they all know him?"

Isabela gasped as Lilith pulled back her clitoral hood, and softly stroked the tiny nerve cluster.

"You can tell me this little now; or your blood can tell me ALL later, once you pass out under my brother... No rush."

"The Hanged Man...," Isabela began, not wanting her secrets revealed. Yes she wanted her, yes she would let her drink her blood, but she didn't feel keeping Varric from her or her brother was wise, they seemed to be a pair one would not want to be angry with you... she had no idea how true that was.