Switched this up.
Some dreams are best kept dreams.
Being a well known living object of lust has it's advantages, and it's drawbacks. There is always someone trying to get you on your back... or on their front; by any means necessary. And some do not give up in the face of rejection.
Lilith had accrued such a group of nobles, alchemists, mages, and traders. Men are driven not so much by lust for her as a woman... as simply having what they had been denied; either by station, natural gifts; or by the girl herself. Being told no, was NOT an answer they would tolerate. They wanted her - willingly - so as to be spared the Empresses wrath. So they struck a deal with HER - Saris - 'the Lady of the Scrolls', to bring the young beauty under her - and their - influence through a blood ritual to be carried out in a secluded estate.
Saris had relaid the arrangement through a female elven 'servant', and introduced them to the Ferelden silk merchant who would supply the needed elixer from a blood-mage who had recently fled the Wardens
They hatched a plan and bribed one of Celine's messengers... another 'assignment'.
This one - they had her told - was an older man; a diplomat representing foreign interests in the empire. Lilith was to be 'entertainment' for himself, and some important friends from all over the empire, and beyond.
The place of this assignment took place on a private estate. They dressed in their masks, and quietly waited in the grand ballroom. There were fifty-seven guests in all. but only twelve of them wanted her.
Lilith arrived alone, dressed in a long, red silk dress open to her navel - It looked more poured over her ample curves than draped over them - and her mask. hey grinned to one another, and raised their glasses. She was as good as theirs.
She entered the great hall, her hips rolling seductively. They were practically drooling into their drinks as they feined disinterest in her as she moved about the room, smiling to the men she knew in passing and the new strangers who had only heard of her. She accepted a flute of wine - meant just for her - from a servant, and took a good swallow of it; to the delight of every man present.
The wine was treated with a potent aphrodisiac and mental clouding elixir that was used on foreign spies set free to commit sabotage on their own countries. with no recollection of being programed to do it. Would it work on her?
She emptied the glass and stepped to the blind quartet hired to provide music for the evening. Her glass was refilled.
She drank it down quickly.
Thet were beside themselves with anticipation.
The diplomat - a short, portly elf of some fifty-seven years and light hair and eyes that almost sparkled as he looked her over in open adoration, gently placed his right hand on her lower back, and guided her to the dressing room, where her costume for her performance was kept.
She thanked him and didn't seem to notice the mild squeeze he gave her buttocks as he left her alone.
The twelve stood before a two-way mirror in a darkened room behind a hidden doorway just beside the dressing room and watched, enraptured as their soon to be conquest slid off her dress, turning her back to the mirror before her breasts were bared to them, causing them to moan in audible disappointment.
She looked back over her shoulder at the mirror.
They froze. If she heard and walked out, they were twelve well-dressed corpses on pikes.
She smiled, and caressed her own tight, firm, round buttocks, before putting on the 'costume' five three foot long, diaphanous, light pink and blue, silk ribbons.
She wrapped one of them around her hips, dropped two of them before her buttocks and sex, then pulled her undergarment off, and tossed it aside. They all smiled happily.
She raised the remaining two to her chest and turned to the mirror.
They sighed, moving closer to the glass to get a better view of her almost visible teats under the silk.
She grumbled to herself and turned to the door, lowered her hands to her sides, and called out, "Hello? Can you help me?"
One of their numbers found the courage - the silk trader from Ferelden. They had met him only recently; thickly muscled and handsome... odd for a merchant. He left the room and entered the main hall.
Seconds later... he knocked at the dressing room door.
"May I be of assistance? We are wondering what is delaying the show."
She covered her nipples with the silk, squeezing it to her breasts with her right forearm, "Please, come in."
The door opened, and the silk trader stepped in - with more wine: He was renowned for his almost peerless dexterity of touch... so some Elven servants swore. He had even been said to have accidentally brought the Empress to a state of arousal as he fitted her... for a crown. Considering she liked women... it was exceptionally impressive.
They were excited by this new development. Especially as she drank more wine.
He looked her over very approvingly
She gestured to the mirror, "You fitted Celine for a crown...," Lilith said softly, suddenly shy, "you fitted it with silk drapery... she told me about it."
"Yes," he responded happily as he took the silk ribbons from her
She covered her nipples with her palms, hugging her breasts to her, "She liked it," she sighed as he rolled up one of the ribbons and gestured for her to cover her nipples with it.
She smiled, raised her arms, and with him standing before her, turned to the mirror.
Wrapping the ribbon around her body, he stepped behind her, the tightness of the ribbon squeezed her breasts together, and up from the constriction; but it couldn't reach around her sumptuous, forty inch bust. The ribbon snapped from his hand to the floor.
They almost cheered as her now naked breasts appeared to burst free of the constriction.
She giggled at the merchant's seeming embarrassment but made no effort to cover her breasts. as he picked up the silk from the floor.
He lightly brushed her left hip with his cheek, glimpsing her carefully trimmed pubic hair beneath the silk draped over it.
She stared down at him, mildly amused.
He brushed her inner thigh with his knuckles as lightly as breath as he raised the silk, gently pressed the side of his palm to where her pearl was located, just stroking the hood lightly through the silk.
She inhaled sharply in response. Still not covering her nipples.
They were breathless; a pain of glass separated them from her beautiful , soft, firm, naked flesh, with all the glorious bragging rights just a thrust away... she was in heat. They grinned as the merchant pressed his game further.
He lightly caressed her abdomen with his fingertips as his hands once more ascended her beautiful body.
She panted lightly. Her belly quivered under his touch.
They were galvanized as they watched his fingers inch closer to her gently heaving breasts, her nipples surging.
He brought the silk to her nipples once more, only to tease them with it, brushing it against them
She smiled, her eyes playful, her expression expectant.
He felt her nipples through the silk and grinned... nice and stiff. He pressed his hips to her buttocks, and at the same time, tossed the silk away, palmed her ample mounds, and squeezed.
She smiled.
"It is done!," one whispered excitedly, "she had him thrown out of a ball for touching her breast... acording to him."
She gasped, and moaned sweetly as he continued to massage her right breast while ripping away the silk covering her hips with his free hand, and palmed her wet sex.
They were enraptured as they watched him bend her over at the waist till her large breasts hung, and swayed heavily as he pulled down his breaches, and slowly slid inside her offered sex.
That he had given her no direction to allow this was lost on them, so mesmerized by her body.
She glared for a moment into the mirror, as if irritated, then - as if remembering her role - gave an exaggerated gasp as he began to rock his hips slowly forward...
Again... this was lost on them.
The Ferelden wasn't looking that enthused either. Here he was, penetrating his dream girl... and he looked like he was running laps at an infantry training ground.
This too... lost on them.
After a few minutes of this, the two lovers began getting more into it. She rocked her hips back to meet his thrusts, and he, in turn, slapped her firm, round buttocks and reached under her to play with her breasts, and stroked her pleasure by teasing her pearl relentlessly
When she finaly orgasmed, she leaned back - her body shuddering almost convulsively - and kissed him deeply as he held her naked breasts as if holding a wasps nest... as if he feared her displeasure.
The level of deep breathing in the hidden room was somewhat reduced from the first moment he ripped her silk from her hips; replaced by the smell of urine, feces and... blood?
All this was soon ignored as the silk merchant suddenly mashed the breasts of the young beauty against the glass as he renewed the pursuit of his own pleasure by thrusting hard, and fast into her wet sex. She was enjoying this aspect of the sex much more as she kissed the glass, and grinned as he momentarily held back as he pulled almost out of her.
The sound of a feint gasp was ignored, as well as the scent of urine, shit, and spent seed as Lilith lifted her right leg and brought it up and over till she faced the 'trader', then ripped his silk shirt from his broad chest, then ached her back till her breasts were visible to the mirror.
The two men closest to the mirror ogled them as the mounds of flesh jiggled alluringly as the Ferelden...
Two more soft gasps from behind the two men, something heavy slid to the floor behind them, nudging against their knees - again... ignored.
As Lilith neared her second orgasm; she opened her eyes and, mouth agape, "Did you enjoy our show? Fools."
The Ferelden held Lilith's breasts for a moment, then gestured with his finger to his own face: Upon his chest was a tattoo of a massive black and crimson dragon, it's wings spanning his thick pectoral muscles, "Leave one alive... love."
The last man turned and watched the man next to him slide to the ground, his throat slit, expelling his seed and shit as he died.
Standing beside him, the female elf servant - who he thought worked for Saris - smiled at him, dagger in hand, "Good boy."
The female elf stared at the two behind the mirror, "You better finish," she said to the man, "I'm not going to deal with her in a mood. And you better not get greedy," she said to Lilith, "He's mine... remember?"
She turned back to the last fool standing, "Celine gives Lilith her 'assignments'... in bed. I told your servant about them... he's been watching you for us. Be happy, lucky boy, in a minute you get your wish. Lilith likes to feel a bottom feeding man's last heartbeat against her naked skin... as she drains him of all his blood."
...
Lilith drained the last man to the dregs. Her Nightengale had proven more dependable than her courtesans.
It was the Inquisition's spy-master who had intercepted a messenger from a former follower of Coryphyus, carrying a missive to this last man left standing, mentioning Lilith by name and description. Then switched messages. Allowing for this trap. Lilith owed her a week in the Wastes... together.
He was the senior partner in a lyrium smuggling/slave trading ring operating off of a Tevinter controlled island... and organized by a magister subservient to a woman named Saris.
Again that name.
She departed the party having given Boehlen a breather once they had reached their points of pleasure together... amazing timing. And let him and his elven love have her carriage.
Standing outside the walls of the manor, her wonderful, woman warrior stood, blushing beautifully.
"Andria," she sighed as the powerfully built woman kissed her wrist gallantly.
She held the hand that had grasped hers,kissed the palm, then licked it, then took the fingers between her full lips, then smiled, "I need a ride to the capitol. Also... to the place only your hands have taken me."
The warrior knew her lover was never going to give herself over to ANYONE completely. She had no delusions of happily ever after here... but what pleasures they shared were theirs alone.
She kissed Lilith's breasts in turn, then her lips, and led her to the stables - they wouldn't leave them for three hours.
