"Fools make plans before knowing the path they walk." Her mother would whisper those words as she nursed her, never realizing her infant daughter would remember the words. All her days she wondered at them and strove to never be a fool. This ambition aided her insight into others minds. Like these... fools.

Kidnapped... again. Lilith smiled inside as she thought about her current situation: another female blood-mage, ignorant of the fate of the other of a year ago, pushing her into an ornate carriage, while a lust crazed young Antivan male drove the horses. She loved these little adventures.

To these captors she was - again - an 'innocent' beauty: another oblivious, self-absorbed, gorgeous young concubine on her way to either her wealthy customer or lover. Foolish imbeciles... if only they knew.

Lilith had them. She had encouraged this perception over the last week: being more open in her trysts with her aristocratic lovers, letting the men take her sexualy in public places, and the women strip her and explore her beautiful body out in open on the grounds of their estates - only after verifying she was being watched by the same stalker. This time it was a team. They grew more excited by the day, bolder. It worked. She had enticed the right prey.

A string of unexplained disapearences of very beautiful prospects for Lilith's brothels/spy networks had occured recently, drawing her out of her new winter home in the south of the Imperium. A newly reformed Majasterium, and it's Archon had begrudgingly accepted her as a resident, and swore that as long as the Kunari were coddled by the 'Empires' presence, no actions against her would be forth coming.

Unlike the previous time she had been taken, these idiots had done away with subtlty, and elixers and had gone for straight violence and threats. They told her, if she didn't go along obediently, rape would be kind compared to what they would do. They emphasised this by cutting off her dress, then cutting her right breast, the Antivan squeezing the breast hard, till they filled a small cup. She could feel his erect manhood strainig his breaches as he pressed it against her outspread thighs. An ideal source of information... willing, or otherwise. She forced herself to become aroused.

He took her that night as the mage slept, and reaffirmed her long held opinion: the more aggresive the male ... the less a man he is. She was unimpressed by the offer, so felt no pity when, two nights later, he was dead from loss of blood. It was a nasty thing she became - messy - but it got the job done; and more. (the look on his face;his shriveled, unimpressive... so worth the cost of being taken by a 'eunic in training'). It was messy - getting his blood. It did, however, heal the wound and faded the scar more than the female blood mages paultry salves; and let her know their intent. So she kept up the ruse. She was to be another offering to 'him', The First. Another Tevinter cult... yeah.

The ride to the meeting place where the blood mages planned their 'great resurgence,' was in a yet undisclosed location. The blood mage drove Lilith's carriage, was given notes as she traveled; these notes directed her from one location to another. It was all very carefully thought out, if a bit confusing to Lilith. In the meantime, she would try her best to enjoy herself, even though she was not certain why she was being taken so indirectly to her fate. She tried the pleading innocent hostage approach.

The mage hinted as she thoroughly cleaned, rubbed oils into, and shaved Lilith's naked body as they approached the location - at the 'glorious destiny' in store for Lilith at the meeting... she would say no more.

Lilith would have to wait for that answer. Still, the journey intrigued her, and if need be, she would simply prick the blood mage's probing fingers and get the answer herself... but more and more it would more likely be through the bitch's throat like a wolf, if the mage continued selling Lilith's body to eager female buyers as the traveled. The blood mage wouldn't even entertain the notion of men, saying only Lilith's body was to remain pure of any living man's seed. Lilith didn't mind this one restriction; still the bitch might tell her what she wanted if Lilith tried to mount a large, brutish male; she just needed one that looked up to her standards for the gender, no small task. She was too selective... like her mother.

Lilith's gift - the one equal to her beauty - the ability to 'know' the thoughts, secrets, desires, and even the identity of friends and family of anyone she drank of the living blood of... came in handy. Using her understanding of the blood mage, she demanded only those who could easily pay the highest amount; as well as bedded them with such wanton abandon after tasting their blood before the sex; and then again in the bliss of afterglow.

It was so very satisfying; and occasionally enjoyable. She would smile and stroke their heads like kittens as they reverently kissed the sweat from her breasts, her neck, her abdomen, her sex. She never failed to please them completely, and they never failed to fall hopelessly in love with her - some, perhaps, too much.

It had gotten to the point that Lilith had procured a very handsome wardrobe, jewels, elaborate artworks, and a substantial chunk of the gold being handed over, as well as all the freely given information she wanted about the coven. The blood mage even called her 'darling', 'beloved', 'my one', and never ever complained when Lilith often told her she needed to rest 'alone'... and then came the bandits.

The group of eight men, and one woman ambushed the now well-appointed carriage in the heart of some very deep ancient woods - close to the blood mage meeting. They tossed everything aside they felt useless. It was very annoying.

They helped themselves to the gold, jewels, art, and the blood mage to barter with one of the few remaining Templar captains who hadn't given up the blood mage tracking and killing habit. The Templars now a days, the wise ones, did it for state sanctioned bounties, and not the belief in the 'Maker's will be done' that led to their orders ruin.

As for Lilith? Her dress came a blades slash away from falling to her feet, and either her being voluntarily roughly ravaged by this gang in every imaginable way (A not entirely unpleasant prospect to her - she liked being taken aggressively, it fed her ego - just not when it went too far against her will.) Had it gone THAT far, more than likely it would quickly end with every bandit in the immediate area being scorched by balls of fire from the ski, and lifted into the air to be slammed together - and Lilith's 'innocent beauty' cover being blown, and the end of her quest. Neither happened.

Seeing what she perceived to be the means to her ends about to be taken down a few notches in value, if not looks; The blood mage rattled off the names and titles of Lilith's most ardent, and powerful lovers.

This stopped them cold.

It was mountains of gold, pardons and all their petty bandit dreams fulfilled filling their minds that overwhelmed the image of Lilith naked and writhing in the mud. Saved by the slug.

Lilith was to be held for ransom. The blood mage... well, the men needed a 'incentive' to keep their hands off Lilith.

Lilith smiled as the pack of men descended on the lying, exploitative rapist mage. 'Enjoy this,' she thought as she locked eyes with her pawn, 'You will look back on this as joy over the weeks I will take to rend your soul from your whore's body... piece by agonizing piece.'

The bandits all but raped her with their eyes and hands, before leading her into the massive tent of their chief for 'safe keeping' till their rider - who had taken her silk undergarments, wet with her vaginal excretion - returned with her ransom. Thirty hours from that moment.

The bandit chief was a woman, a beauty in her own right, who saw the raven haired goddess as a high-end whore. She wanted to assure the young disguised malificar that SHE was not going to bend to her charms - ever.

Lilith was shackled to a tent post at the center of the tent, hands above her head, just in front of the chief's bear-skin covered bed. She was still dressed in her silk dress, now smeared with the greasy hands of the men outside.

Had the chief simply left it at that, and never got insecure in Lilith's presence, this would have ended the entire mission, and made Lilith a bargaining chip for this contemptuous bitch till Lilith had no choice but to risk one of them being a former Templar, and use her magic skills, ending her quest, maybe her freedom, and even her life.

That never happened. How she loved self-delusion in her adversaries; as much as she loved baiting the vanity and lust of overly brutish men who saw women as objects to take possession of, and rule with their all too often unimpressive loins.

The chief pushed her defiant, irrelevant point of being immune to the raven-haired beauty's charms. She wantonly demonstrated how devout a rutter of men she was, by bedding her prize, beautiful male stud right in front of Lilith's bound body. when the bandit chief lay asleep, the stud would be seated on the bed, staring at the all but naked, and shackled Lilith - eyes heated; and Lilith stared back, a slight smile on her panting full lips.

He was handsome in a very natural way: no artifice, no magic, no lying. His body was breathtaking: thick broad shoulders, well muscled, lean, and to her surprise... his manhood was wonderfully thick and adequately long for her body. She now understood the bandit chief's ability to reach her point of pleasure so quickly. She toyed with the idea of letting him rut her... before killing him.

He set his face sternly at hers, rose from the bed, and strode up to her.

She feigned fear as he caressed her face with his thick fingers of his right hand as his left lifted the hem of her dress over her hips.

He stared down at her naked womanhood as his right hand lowered to her left breast and gently kneaded it .

Lilith bit her full bottom lip. She pushed her hips forward toward his achingly impressive loins. She was wet for him, and amazed he couldn't tell. He could have her... willingly; but then the the overly aggressive fool ruined her mood, her fantasy, her lust of him; all to bare the breasts he could have been suckling for months if he played his cards more artfully. Idiot.

In one heated motion he tore her dress from her body... ruining the dress as well.

This rage faded quickly, however, and she decided to get some pleasure from the thugs beautiful body - maybe not even ending him after all - and grinned as he stared at her body; her breasts quivered gently as he almost reverently palmed them, hefted them with a pleasurable moan, then roughly massaged them.

She moaned, enjoying the feel of his strong, impassioned hands on her... what a waste of a great male body putting this dim wit in it.

He moaned audibly as he eagerly sucked on her nipples, and almost hungrily bit into her buxom flesh.

She almost howled as he tugged the breast away from her chest with his teeth, then released it, leaving a bright red bruise.

She could feel her body warming up as he continued his almost brutal molestation on her naked flesh. She loved it, the intensity of sensation, his aggressive ardor assaulting her soft pliant flesh. Shame he ripped her dress, she could now only imagine that work of art between his legs , between her he moved his hands to her hips, and she reconsidered once more.

He relinquished her achingly sensitive mammaries, and lovingly cupped her warm sex. She was very, very wet. He stared at her in disbelief.

She shook her head in unbelieving frustration. 'You had it!' she thought to scream, 'right then! You had me, aching for you! I never wanted a man like I did you! Fool! Had you kept caressing my folds, teased my pearl, PENETRATED ME! I would have spared you! Kept you! You idiot! Fine, you wanted me frightened? Intimidated? Wrong girl Nug feces!Let me show you fear.'

She leaned forward, meeting his still puzzled gaze with one far more menacing to anyone with half a brain.

"Stopping so soon before the gates of your conquest?," she chided through full, gasping lips, "You aren't man enough to breach my lips with even your finger? Why? because they are wet for you? Curl up on your masters bed cur; and don't so much as look at the body you promised so much pleasure to, only to flinch away from. Now, get back to her before I hurt you... BOY."

He smiled arrogantly, slapped her face hard, pinched her erect nipples tightly before gripping both breasts violently, then grabbed her naked hips as he slid his manhood toward her quivering nether lips.

She smiled at his smirking handsome face, his thick, calloused thumbs reaching to force apart her folds.

In the instant before his hands touched her flesh, a blinding golden flash robbed him momentarily of his sight.

The sound of long scrapping and stretching limbs and the wet clicking of hungry mandibles filled his ears as he sank his thumbs into a patch of soft, wet, course hairs the length of his forearms, then a somewhat almost leathery flesh, followed by a glass shattering hissing sound coming from above him.

He snapped his hands back, and opened his eyes to find...

... nothing.

He stood there, trembling, feet rooted to the spot; his manhood had shriveled in terror.

"Hello, handsome," Lilith's voice whispered seductively from everywhere, and nowhere at once, "I wanted you. I wanted you so badly I was willing to forgive your being my jailer, the tearing of my dress, the clutching of my flesh. What I won't forgive... is your ignoring me when I warned you I would hurt you. Idiot. The pleasures we would have shared, the women we would have indulged in together. All gone. Shame... here I thought I'd found a real man. But not even a boy would be so stupid as to disobey the promise of a witch of the Wild. I am Lilith, daughter of the legendary Morrigan; granddaughter of the 'age shaper' Flemeth; and I am no bed mate to a man... frightened of a spider." these last words altered to a raspy wheezing sound, followed by the clicking of mandibles.

He spun around, "You, you changed, changed into a spi... ?"

A shadow fell across his field of vision, stilling his tongue. He trembled as the shadow drew nearer. His eyes searched for salvation.

The shadow descended to the bed, eight thin, impossibly long legs pinned the bearskin to the body of the sleeping bandit chief. The massive body of a giant spider queen settled over the prone woman.

The man gazed in disbelieving horror as the spider pulled the bearskin cover from the bandit chiefs naked sex, and stroked the still wet lips with one of its legs.

The spider watched his eyes and turned its head in curiosity, then looked down at the naked twitching thighs, and sank its powerful mandibles into the chiefs inner right thigh and began to feed on the living flesh, pumping her crippling venom into the woman's throat as she opened her terrified eyes.

The coward ran, abandoning his lover, and his right to call himself a man.

Lilith had enough of him.

He staggered and fell as his right ankle was trapped in arm thick webbing. He crawled across the ground, too terrified to scream as he heard Lilith approach. He had just reached the entrance to the tent when he heard the soft drip of some thick liquid splatter on the wooden floor. He felt its terrible mass just behind him. He looked over his shoulder.

It rocked its head from side to side, wheezed out its breath, and stretched it's mandibles into a mockery of a smile; causing It's many eyes to shine, as it watched the terrified man before it.

He quickly staggered back toward the entrance to the tent, his eyes never looking away from the creature.

The spider sprayed him again, trapping his arm, and him on his back.

The spider straddled him

His adrenaline coursed through him, giving him back his full erect manhood. He tried to kick the spider back, only to have his right foot ripped in two down the center of his toes to his heel.

He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came.

Lilith stabbed her front legs into his inner thighs and pried them apart.

He looked on in terror as she lowered her head to his vulnerable loins. "Please...," he pleaded, "please... Lilith. I nev..AHHHH!" his scream turned to an inhuman throat shredding rattle as she slowly ate his manhood from his living flesh, till not even his internal organs were left. He died almost an hour after she started.

A fully rejuvenated Lilith woke the blood mage the next morning, the bandit camp empty.

The mage glanced around as Lilith dressed her and made to climb into the now overburdened carriage. No bandits, no bandit bodies... how? She turned to Lilith, "Where are...?"

Lilith approached her, kissed her in mock adoration, "No idea," she said happily, "maybe they saw a bug that scared them. Who cares anyway. Come, let's go."

The blood mage grabbed a bunch of sweet rolls from a food pack, "What about breakfast? Here, have one."

Lilith smiled at this kind gesture, maybe she would only scare this one into reforming her ways; then she remembered the bitch biting her pearl till it bled, and responded coldly, "No thank you mistress, I had a large supper... perhaps I'll 'have some'... later."

The rest of the way to the site of the blood mage gathering was uneventful, the loot having ben stashed, and the Templar Captain having been murdered by the bandits. The blood mage left her alone, and they came to the hidden encampment just as the dozen or so others were arriving.

The place was situated in a clearing somewhere in the center of an ancient wood. The ground was broken by ancient obsidian pillars, and a partially unearthed obsidian dome. This was no Elvan ruin, it was Tevinter.

The coven gathered, played exotic instruments not played in ages, and burned equably rare incense to ignite Lilith's passions, then watched as she succumbed to the effects of the enchantment.

She tried to keep herself focused, aware; but as the music continued, and the incense filed her nose... she slipped into a trance. She was now aware of her actions, but found it impossible to stop herself from carrying them out as instructed by a strange voice issuing from the ruins.

The mages watched as Lilith entered the old ruins alone.

Cobwebs covered the ancient walls as she moved further into the ruins. An all-consuming darkness surrounded her as she continued deeper into the ruins. Never once faltering in her steps.

She finally reached what must have been the great hall: a vast space, which echoed every sound as if it went on into infinity.

She felt a sudden cold air wash over her beautiful body.

"Exquisite," a deep male voice rumbled from the void, "Aren't you a find," the voice sighed,"Now, Let us see you under your own impulses"

She felt her control return to her. She stretched out her arms, and gave deep sigh of relief as she felt her nerves relax again.

"flattery?," she gasped, "Why bother returning control of my body to me before doing what you will to it?"

No response came from the darkness.

"Step out spirit! Unless you fear repercussions for your actions."

A low rumbling laugh issued from the darkness, "Spirited... Oh, you will do very nicely."

"I will do, but hardly nicely unless you reveal your intent and your face. Seeing as you returned control to me, I assume you want my compliance to your desires... is that so?"

Unseen hands caressed her shoulders, lifted the straps of her dress, "You are a bright one," the voice sighed from all around her, "As well as beautiful," the hands slowly lowered the straps down Lilith's arms.

The mage lifted her hands to her breasts, to stop them from being bared; hugging them to her like two large, full, soft pillows.

The straps came to rest on her elbows. The hands vanished, "Yes," the voice muttered somewhat dejectedly.

"You need my consent to achieve your ends? I assume this do to the fact you are not simply taking me?"

A slight chill came to the air about her bared breasts, "Yes."

"What is it you offer for my consent? What do these blood mages hope to gain by offering these women to you?"

The voice spoke hesitantly, yet with a tone of wonder that could not be repressed, "Wealth, knowledge, name it. You fascinate me."

"First, what is it you want of me... don't lie. Do so, and I will resist you, and you will regret it; as this will nullify your need for compliance... agreed?"

"I need to consume your blood to regain my strength, so that I may leave this place; and I want to ravage your body to satiate my carnal desires, and regain my... self."

"Your pride? Vanity? Dominating a willing woman will accomplish this?"

"I will make you want to be ravaged by me."

"Intriguing," The lovely malificar said, "I have found few men capable of such a feat. One I recently eviscerated do to his need to dominate through fear. How will you differ? Particularly since I have yet to even see you?"

"Touch," The voice sighed as fingertips caressed the exposed swells of her naked breasts.

"I have known breezes more scintillating. I wager you are out of practice?"

He laughed, "I do like you my loveley..."

"Lilith," she finished for him, "I however, am undecided as to whether or not I am convinced in the sincerity of your interest in me. Do you require aid from me? Should I perhaps tend to my own... "

He words were cut off by the sudden, violent pulling down of her undergarments, and the tickling of unseen fingers upon her bared netherlips.

She smiled after her breath returned, "Good boy," she sighed, "You piqued my interest, see that you don't lose it."

Lilith gasped as the hand pulled her undergarments back up.

"Come," the voice commanded, "I promise you, you will be more than happy with the means to our mutual ends... Lilith. "

Lilith felt one of the cold hands on the small of her back, urging her forward.

She was pushed forward, across the long floor, deeper into the unseen.

The room opened into another; this one illuminated by a strange black glow, perhaps the ghost of the fire that once burned in the huge central fire pit. Shadows moved about, voices whispered, more cold fingers caressed her naked skin.

The hand vanished from the small of her back.

"Do you know why you are here?." the voice asked.

Countless fingers slid over her dress, tugging at it, "share," the voices implored.

Lilith shook her head, "No I have no idea."

"Share," another voice pleaded, pulling her right shoulder strap down, baring her breast almost to the nipple.

"To gain the secrets of others... right?"

Lilith was caught off guard, but nearly smiled.

"So warm," another voice whispered as another hand peeled the other strap down, baring both breasts.

"Yes," she sighed as she let the dress fall to the stone, and stepped out of it.

The frilly lace of her undergarments was all she had on. Soft gasps and sighs of pleasure filled the room around her.

"Knowledge such as mine has a price. Will you pay it... willingly?"

The voices all sighed as she lowered her arms, and peeled off her last scrap of clothing.

She stood up straight after her hips were bare.

Cold, soft fingers caressed her labia, her nipples, her buttocks.

"Submit your flesh to the want of my earthly body," the voice directed. "Fear not, I have only slept - I am weak, but not dead; they say my body cannot die. You have done what no other before you has Lilith. You stayed. I ache for your soft, supple flesh: to touch it, taste it, breach it; give your body to me, and if you have no fear - I will reward you richly. What say you my love?"

"Who are you?" Lilith asked.

"An acquaintance of your grandmother."

"Yes," Lilith gasped at the stench of long dead flowers and rotting garments filled her nose as thin, dry, talon-like hands reached under her arms and clutched her ample breasts; the thin fingers squeezing so hard the sharp nails pierced the soft, firm mounds. The hands were coarse as sand but no stench of decayed flesh. He bit into her long neck.

Lilith smiled as one of his hands traveled down her flushed body, and between her open thighs, cupping her warm, wet sex.

He turned her to him.

He gaped in awe at her naked body, her playful smile, and licked his thin lips.

Lilith smiled playfully, unfased by the emaciated body and face before her... she'd done uglier.

He smiled back, "Well?," he asked.

She lay on the altar, nodded, and opened her thighs as he pressed his hips against her naked sex, and began massaging her.

He sighed as he lowered his mouth over her large, full, soft right breast, and bit into it.

She gasped as he sucked hungrily from her fresh wound.

He smiled down at her gasping lips, rubbing the bleeding mammary; then clutched it and squeezed it firmly till more blood oozed out. He locked his lips over the wound and drank deep of her blood till it dribbled out from his lips, and ran in crimson rivulets down into her cleavage.

She almost swooned when he finally relented.

He gasped and panted for air.

She ran her hands blind over his arms, and felt as his skin became healthier, renewed; his body filled out with more muscle.

"More," he gasped and latched his hand to her wounded breast once more.

She instinctively covered the breast.

He grabbed her arms and pinned them to her side as he once more bit into the wounded mound of supple flesh, opening the tear in it further with his teeth. His fingers gripping her arms in a vice-like hold, which tightened the more he fed.

She shivered and gasped beneath him as he fed ravenously from her. "No more," she gasped as her breast went white.

He smiled, and positioned his reinvigorated manhood at her entrance, "no more needed," he sighed as he let go of her arms to clutch her blood soaked breasts.

With trembling fingers, she parted her labia.

With a wicked, joyous grin, he slowly slid his throbbing manhood inside her, "Thank you Lilith," he moaned as her vaginal walls closed tightly around his shaft.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, and locked her ankles together to ease their love-making.

He took his time, enjoying every moan, sigh, and gasp of the lovely, willing young goddess, wrything before him.

She was lost in the sensations that this coupling drew from her wiling body.

He closed hiis eyes as he drew closer to his release, and sucked hungrily of Lilith's open wound one last time before spending into her body at the same moment she reached her orgasm.

Lilith's head lolled from side to side, dizzy from blood loss.

He healed her breast without a scratch remaining, and gently caressed her cheek with very warm hands.

She smiled sleepily.

He looked at her eyes with regret and compassion, "Forgive me. I'm no more undead than you. I am the first blood mage, and blood is my curse, my sickness, and my cure. I will leave you to rest my beautiful Lilith. when you awake, all will be well, and you will have a boon for your sweet generous, willing sacrifice this night: my wealth, and my wisdom. I have need of neither. I have need only of revenge."

He cut his palm and placed the bleeding wound to her soft, trembling lips, and was gone.

...

Birds, she heard birds. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the sunlight that filtered through the canopy of the trees. She was naked, laying beneath a bearskin, atop of a well padded bed-roll.

She looked about, her eyes still too tired to help her make out her surroundings as she awoke.

The distant sound of a running brook could be heard just beyond the trees as she looked about the small encampment. Another bedroll lay beside hers, with the leather armor of a female archer. Where was this savior?and in what shape was she?

She pulled back her bearskin and inspected her body: no wounds, no scars, not even any sighs of the previous nights aggressive coupling in the ruins. She was certain her breast would need a reconstruction spell... how she knew what that was, and how to do it... she had no idea. 'Him... The one from last night?'

She stood in the midst of this forest, naked as the moment of her birth, reached both hands above her head, and stretched her sore muscles out; sighing softly as she did.

"Now THAT is a sight I like to greet my morning, YOU are one amazingly well-built shemlen my gorgeous woman."

Lilith covered her nipples with her palms and then rethought it, and dropped her hands to her sides as she beheld the speaker.

She was a beautiful elf: short white hair topping her lovely eyes, her body newly bathed, covered by a small cotton drape with the symbol of the imperium on it. She smiled at the malificars confusion. "A symbol of elvish enslavement used to wipe my body dry, and clean my ass... I love the irony. I 'm Sera, and you are beautiful... for a shemlen. Morrigan's daughter, correct?"

Lilith smiled at the lovely elf's appreciative gaze at her naked body. "Yes," she stepped to her, her fingers sliding over the flag to caress the elf's left breast through the fabric, "No fair... I stand here naked, and you all covered. Either take it off, or wrap it about me as well... preferably in that tent."

The Elf grinned, and took Lilith's hand, "Don't make demands shem... before this day is done, YOU will be on your knees, your mouth at my sex, your breast in my mouth, and my tongue making you cry."

Lilith grinned, "Promises, promises"

The moment Sera folded the tent flaps closed, Lilith was on her. She pulled the elf onto her back, and opened the towel in one motion.

Before the lovely elf could speak, Lilith kissed her, her soft, wet tongue massaging hers.

Lilith giggled as she broke the kiss, "Mmm... your lips are tasty," her fingers glided down the elfs side, then between her thighs.

Sera's hips bucked as Lilith deftly stroked the elfs soft, wet sex.

Lilith grinned and lowered her full, soft lips to the elfs soon, very wet labia and played the tip of her tongue along the creases of her folds.

Sera gasped as Liliths playful tongue found her swollen clitoris, and teasingly lapped at it hungrily.

The elf gripped the lovely mages hair and ran her delicate fingers through it as Lilith wrapped her soft, full lips around the nerve cluster and began to lovingly suckle. The elfs eyes fluttered as she was swept away in a sudden rush of euphoria as orgasm after orgasm surged from her captive loins. She nearly swooned when Lilith relented, smiling down at her flushed face and panting lips.

Lilith kissed the elf, filling her mouth with her own vaginal juices, as well as the mages gifted tongue.

Sera began to kiss her back in earnest, only to have Lilith break the kiss and press herself to the full extent of her arms; her large, full, firm breasts hanging down to within an inch of Sera's eager lips, "What was it you said? fulfil your promise."

Sera latched onto Lilith's right nipple with her teeth, pulled on it briefly before sucking hard on it as she clutched the ample breast like a full to bursting wine sack.

Lilith gasped for breath as Sera gave the trapped teat a gentle nibble.

The two played at this tantalizing sport with one another till one finally submitted happily to the others skills with their soft gasps and sighs at the others bidding. Though she put up a valiant fight, Sera was just no match for Lilith's well honed skills with her own gender... not that she was complaining.

...

The night air beckoned the young mage from her lovers arms. She strode, naked, out to the stream, washed her body, closed her eyes, and smiled, "Been there long?" she asked the darkness.

Bohlen strode out, "I saw nothing... heard a great deal however." he lifted a severed head of a bearded man of thirty, "so did he. He just didn't hear me. Bitch-boy of one Magister Darius Sanguinus. He's the one behind this group... or so Varric says. Feynriel slipped into his dreams... lots of naughty thoughts in his head. Want him dead?"

She shook her head, "No. I'll go meet him; feed his fantasies, whatever they may be. He'll help me find what I need to about this cult... eventualy."

"And then kill him...?" he asked.

"No," she said with a coltish smile, "A new friend I made last night wants something from him... once I'm done."

"A new friend?" he asked playfully.

She smiled back, "A VERY good friend."