Lilith sighed as her naked flesh, still bearing the fading scars of her unbridled night of self-effacing rapture was thoroughly ministered to by her beautiful elvan women: from her bitten lips and tongue; over her full, bruised, and bit breasts; her whip lashed back, and round, firm, welt covered buttocks; and especially her still warm, wet, sore sex, healing salves were liberally applied. She was in utter bliss.

It was two days since the night she christened her 'secret room', and her body was just now starting to lose the scars, but not the fire of the experience.

The two chantry girls had debased her in all the hungry, abusive, erotic ways she had only dreamed of experiencing.; she had felt both helpless and yet so VERY powerful.

She was so pleasantly obsessed with the memories of that night of transcendant joyous rapture, that she had began to innocently sleep with the kitten.

It's warm, soft fury body curled against her silk drapped skin, seemed to help her dreams and her body to rejuvenate.

She liked it when 'Lilith' would knead her tiny claws into her mistresses breasts; curl up on her flat abdomen, and bathe, her soft, rough tongue seemingly innocently tasting the sleeping girl's navel as she cleaned her tail. The young goddess often woke to 'Lilith's' tongue on her own sweating cheeks.

She prefered the cat to any of her jewels or other adornments; and she carried it everywhere with her; she seemed to love it... just as it always wanted.

The kitten was in reality a desire demon... not that Lilith knew, or would have believed; she felt no corruption from the animal, and the pleasure she experienced in her 'dreams' as she slept with it was like no other she ever experienced. She was all to willing to indulge all the strange, sordid fantasies that took hold of her at night.

The little soft beast would intermittently curl against a different warm part of Lilith's silk drapped body; then, once the girl slept deeply, slide under the girl's silk nightie and gently lift it off the girl's body; then began to explore her sleeping mistress to the point of the girl would be gasping and soaking her undergarments with sweat, and her own vaginal juices.

Once Lilith had had her first nocturnal orgasm, the kitten would simply curl up to Lilith's fevered face and lick her ear, whispering as she did.

In her dreams, Lilith would be in the bed chambers, dungeons, stables, of one person - a man: his face shadowed from her eyes, but his hands were always strong, direct, and both brutal, and pleasurable to her young body. She imagined he must be her Ferelden bandit lover - he named after her father - Aeden Bohlen. She smiled at the thought.

They had met when she was nineteen and the bandits he was leading came upon her and her mother when they were gathering herbs in a wood near the Ferelden border. She had liked him from the start, and when he recognized her mother, he killed the rest of his compatriots before they could rip the young malificars dress off. He was magnificent. Needless to say, her dress was ultimately torn from her body in an act of passion - by her.

He remained in her life, as yet another agent of her ambitions, and slave to her appetites. He was now raiding the hidden strongholds of the Tevinter blood magisters who eluded the Inquisition. For so well muscled a man, he was remarkable as an assassin. He killed whole coven single-handed as they lay in their keeps, and brought her the head of each, as well as the captured leader to be siphoned of their blood by her. Such a good boy.

He then left with his gold and next instructions, only to sneak into her bed chambers that night; where he would, in another way, reaffirm her decision to spare him by bringing her to the heights of pleasure simply by using his amazing stamina, and his blessed loins.

As much as she prefered, and loved the soft, gentle pleasures of the almost spiritual love-making of her women, sometimes she just needed the animatistic, sweat saturated, earned bliss of a good rutting.

He was her preference for this; he was wonderfully skilled beyond words at taking her to the height of this pleasure where she was left gasping for air and soaking her sheets with both of their sweat, saliva, and the scent of their mutual pleasure. The one difference between him and the male lovers she had out of necessity of political manipulation, was that he would feed her other desires, personal comfort, and her love of her own gender. Often telling her where to find a particularly lovely female who shared her appetites.

It was an excellent relationship, for what it was. She had no wish to breed with him; he had no natural gifts to be passed on to her children. She wanted her offspring to have more than strength and beauty, she wanted them to have power. The need devoured her mind. It was why she indulged herself in the dreams of her being subject to a man's domination, it helped her to balance her mind, kept her focused on her ambitions.

She moaned as her dream 'master' whipped her, teased her body, drew from her both pain and pleasure; stripped her of her clothing and her dignity till she was begging for the lash, and his manhood. It was bliss.

She awoke to her own body erupting in torrents of bliss washing over her heated, voluptuous flesh; the sheets saturated, her hips bucking up as she released her control of her body to the pleasure.

As she returned from her euphoria once more, she clutched the kitten to her ample breasts and nuzzled its tiny head as she regained control, of her breathing. "Good morning Lilith," she sighed into the cat's ear as she rubbed her own nose into its neck, then laughed as she climbed from her bed and ushered her women in to clean the sheets.

She smiled as she felt their eyes wash over her beautiful, heated body, then walked into her private bathing chamber to be washed by her other women - her precious, fury, little desire demon still held lovingly to her body.

Once washed, scented with perfumes and dressed in a very revealing, low-neck silk dress, she walked out into the main hall, to be greeted by the sight of her brother and a very nervous looking Varric - another man to entice, a formidable one to boot. Could she seduce a former member of the Inquisition? She smiled at the challenge, and rolled her hips seductively.

The dwarf rose as she approached, mouth falling open.

She smiled at this, her dreams leaving her in a perpetual state of heightened arousal raised her sexual allure considerably, and she was aware of it, and relished the effect it had on men, and her favorite kind of women.

"Tell me Lord Tethras," she said, allowing his eyes to linger on her full bosom as she bent forward to gaze in his dilating eyes, "Would you like to be under me?"

He gasped, then stuttered, "Lady Cousland, it would be..."

She grinned, and caressed his chin, "My dear man, not in THAT way. I meant as my eyes and ears in Kirkwall, the seedy underbelly of all of Thedas? Well, whatever's left."

The dwarf blushed, and smiled, "You certainly are your mother's daughter."

She smiled, "Flattery? My dear storyteller, I am the one in awe of you. The tales of your exploits, your virility, your considerable charms, do no justice to the man. I am honored you came. I dare say Cormack is lucky to be alive if you felt otherwise inclined."

"In all honesty Lady Cousland, had you sent word, I would have come on my own. There was no need to send your brother to get me."

"He was in the area, doing some... waste removal. No bother at all; 'killing two birds...', and all that." she said with a grin.

Varric nodded, and laughed nervously, "Well," he gasped as he looked the intimidating woman over, "Who am I to refuse such a generous offer; I have nothing else on my plate... anymore. I am your man surrah."

Lilith smiled, then looked to her brother, "Excellent. Go; burn the trash, and feed your mutts. Leave not one alive. I will instruct Lord Tethras about my ambitions for him... thank you brother."