This is a big rewrite. Sanguinus was too unsympathetic before - nsfw

She had an 'off' feeling regarding this whole thing.

The source had insisted that Sanguinus was at the location. What the magister was doing there was anyone's guess.

She had a plan, one that had worked before - too well - to throw the magister off his at the very least 'cautious' regard toward strangers. That her plan would work was initially in question when she rolled up to the ruin, alone, covered in a heavy, hooded travel cloak that completely covered her curves, driving a team of two horses, towing her carage.

The guards looked far more focused on the surrounding region than in her. Not an eye dropped below her hooded face.

A guard walked from out of a room situated at the top of the battlements, "My Lord Sanguinus wants to see you... NOW!"He said to the new arrival, his voice harsh and raspy... and emotionless.

NOT promising. She entered the room.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?," a painfully thin, wild eyed man all but shouted as she entered. The man reminded her of the Marquee whose cult nearly killed her... EVERYTHING about him. He was dressed in high end Tevinter robes, bearing the proper family crest, he appeared to be of the proper sixty somewhat years of age... but his undisguised, mad gaze. What was it they were all taking?.

She stepped closer to him, still covered by the hood and cloak .

He looked her up and down."What brings you out to this... location... stranger?" he asked suspiciously

She smiled sweetly, "I was entertaining the Inquisition garisons. I was told that there were troops garisoned here..."

"Entertaining?," he asked, his interest piqued further... if possible..

"Yes," she responded, timidly, "I'm a performer... my name is Lilith."

He rolled his eyes, having not even seen her face, "Desperate for an audience are you? You have to be to work out here. GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE!" He turned around, waving her away.

"But," she implored, "you haven't even seen me dance!"

He turned, eyes glaring angrily at her humbled, slouched figure , "I SAID...!"

She dropped the cloak.

He dropped his jaw, "... dance?"

She had dressed in an outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination... not that anything he could imagine would have compared to the reality of her body. The 'outfit' was comprised of two long, thin swathes of silk that reached just above her mid thighs and barely covered her sex, and buttocks, and two tiny triangles of silk that just barely covered her nipples, and not an inch of her flesh more. A set of five thin silver chains - one wrapped around her back and attached to the ends of the two triangles, the second wrapped around her neck, the third joing them between her amazing breast, the fourth and fifth holding the swatches to her hips, were all that kept them on.

He was speechless, bug-eyed, drooling.

She pressed her upper arms against the sides of her breasts as she pressed her palms together in her lap, causing her breasts to bunch together, and her nipples to almost burst out. She batted her eyes at him innocently, "Please? Let me dance for just you? it's a fertility dance."

"please," he gasped, barely above a whisper.

She hugged him tightly to her, pressing her large, full, firm breasts against his thin chest, "THANK YOU!" she shouted.

He just stood staring down at her large, supple, gently bouncing breasts as she stepped back, then turned around.

She moaned softly, and arched her back, pressing her tight, firm, round buttocks to his crotch, and hidden bulging manhood. She reached behind herself, and grabbed his hips, then began grinding against him to music only she could hear.

He was panting.

She smiled as he never bothered to ask her anything about why she was dressed like this to entertain an entire garison of arguably a religious order; Why that order's troops in the middle of the Fallow Mire; Or where was the garison escort that would be accompanying her? ALL of these questions... ignored; especially as he stared eagerly over her shoulder at her gently heaving ample busom.

She smiled as she felt him give into the overwhelming temptation, and tentatively placed his hands on her rolling hips, got no rebuke from her, so slowly growing bolder, gently ascended her flat, naked belly.

Her breathing deepened, slowed; her breasts also rose and fell slower as his hands gently caressed her ribcage; she even slowed her grinding to go in tandem with her breathing.

His palms were sweating, sliding up under her breasts.

He was going to be hers. She just had to play the one being seduced, not the seducer. He needed to be played in such a way he never even suspected she had even an inclination as to what an agenda was; let alone had one regarding him.

Before his hands reached their goal, she slowly, as if oblivious to his perceptions of her actions, bent over at the waist, arched her back, and lifted up the silk swatch covering her buttocks before flexing her inner thighs, momentarily flashing her naked sex, before strutting away to the rythm, and undulating her body, running her fingers through her hair as she shook her breasts provocatively.

He blushed, as he realized she had been simply dancing before. Still, he was excited about where the dance was leading as she closed her eyes, and slowly slid her right hand over, and between her gently bouncing and jiggling breasts, reaching for the tiny hitch that held the tiny top upon her peerless mammaries, as she shook them in time to her hip gyrations; his thin lips curled in a grin, his mad eyes gleaming with lust.

She smiled innocently at him, and in one motion, both removed the top, tossing it away, and hugged her breasts to her with her left hand, slowing only enough to give a quick glimpse of her nipples... as if by chance.

He applauded enthusiastically as she came to a stop, and posed a little awkwardly, arm still covering her nipples. As she looked around for her top, he quickly snatched up a chalice of wine, and handed it to her before she could find the garment. He filled one for himself, and raised it in a toast, "To the most beautiful dance and dancer."

She drank. Then smiled at him, "Thank you sir... I mean your lordship." she looked down demurely; left arm hugging her breasts to her like two large, full, soft pillows.

He gently ran his right hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face, and breasts. "Now now," he sighed reassuringly, lightly stroking the tops of her breasts with the backs of the knuckles of his left hand as he lifted her chin, "no need for all that formality, let us be friends."

She looked up at him humbly, batting her eyes, drinking more wine

He smiled softly, "There you go, just relax,"he sighed, as he lifted the bottom of the chalice up as she swallowed. His eyes never looking away from her heaving breasts.

She let some wine run in rivulets from the sides of her mouth, over her breasts.

He moaned pleasurably as he watched it cascading over her ample, rising and falling mammaries.

She feigned embarassment, staring into his madness fired eyes

He giggled, "Let the games begin,"and eagerly licked the wine from each breast, .

She gasped, but made no effort to stop him as he continued cleaning her neck, and face with his tongue; he ended by licking her full lips

"That wasn't So bad, was it?," he whispered, gently caressing her left hand, "now," he moaned softly into her mouth, "lower your arm, and let me finish 'cleaning' you. Ok?"

"Ok," she answered sheepishly, and lowered her arms to her sides.

He grinned rapturously, and almost reverently licked her bared nipples, before closing his mouth around each in turn, and sucking hard on them.

She tossed her head back and closed her eyes as he gripped her breasts firmly in both hands, and massaged them roughly as he bit her nipples.

Maker he was sloppy, perhaps trying to dominate to compensate for a lack of finesse, or experience. She had need of him, so killing was not an option, but she needed to addict him to the pleasures of her body, not just let him use her as a hole to expele seed in. She took control from him. She pushed his head back from her breasts, and him onto his back

He was caught off guard, splayed out, he opened his mouth to call for the guards, then went silent.

She straddled his hips, pinned his arms above his head, and pressed the nipple of her right breast into his mouth.

He was both frightened, and impossibly aroused. He instinctively began to gently suck the teat.

she smiled, "Much better."

...

An hour later - and with her gentle instruction - he was inside her willing and wet sex, being given greater pleasure than he had ever known... she? not so much.

Try as she might, she couldn't get aroused enough to reach a point of pleasure. She was unsure if she should try to taste his blood, he may see it as an attempt to kill, or poison him. She had to keep trying to make him fall for her... or so she thought.

As she lowered her fingers to stimulate her pearl, her sex suddenly surged right from the depths of her womb, and made her flesh flush as never before. Her eyes felt as warm as candle light as she gazed at the man beneath her; and as he opened his eyes in astonishment at the unexpected sensation that her body just gave to his trapped manhood... he was lost in those eyes - poor fool.

She thought for a moment he was releasing his seed when his eyes became all glassy, and body went still. When he didn't come down, she got concerned - had she killed him? "Are you alright?"

He opened his slack jaw, and in an emotionless voice whispered, "Yes... mistress."

She kept rolling her hips, believing he was simply lost in the bliss of a building orgasm, but when he lowered his hands from her breasts to his sides, she unstood, he had somehow become enthralled. "Why are you here? answer me."

"Yes mistress... I'm here to protect, and keep isolated, and neutralize the powers of Magister Darius Sanguinus on direction..." he winced in pain.

She climbed off him, indifferent to the fact she had just given herself to the wrong person, and anxious to know who was giving orders, "WHOSE DIRECTIONS? ANSWER ME!"

"Saris." He then screamed and grabbed his skull as blood began errupting from his eyes, mouth and ears. He died in agony. HER again.

...and she no longer needed assassins to repay disloyalty.

Before she could make any decisions about her next move, or even dress, she moved - controlled - to a shelf in a corner of the room, snatched an iron key, and walked out of the room, down from the battlement, and through the castle yard to a large locked off hall. She entered.

The stench was overwhelming, and the sight of it's cause was as bad. Sanguinus was morbidly obeess, filthy, and reclining on an ornate couch, his body covered only by a silk robe, and vicious open sores. He was also speaking, an ancient dead language, yet one she was obviously obeying as she stepped to him, and lowered her face to his.

"Did he rape you?," he asked weakly, the obvious concern in his whisper of a voice.

"Darius Sanguinus?" she asked.

"Regretfuly."

"No," she answered, causing him some visible relief. "I thought he was you."

"Nobody could be more unhappy that that was not the case than me... unless."

She suddenly arched her back, thrust her breasts into his hands, and stayed there... unable to move.

"You thought he was me? YOUR words. Yet he's now dead, which is how you're now here... so, how did you kill 'me' seeing as you're naked? I'm a dabbler in the dark arts. Was it poison? Then sped up with sex? GOOD MOVE! You certainly are built to encourage it. How delivered? Wine? TOO OBVIOUS!" He carefully rubbed her areolaes, "clever girl like you... wine mixed with the right additive, harmless to the skin, but when mixed with wine in the acid of a stomach... smeared it on these tempting fruits did you? Go play in the swamp pretty kitty."

She dropped to all fours, and crawled like a cat towards the door.

"See how tempted the dead are by your considerable charms... especially your breasts. I'll wager they'll eat them right up."

"I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" she screamed, "SARIS DID!"

She stopped.

"Why?" he asked, genuinely interested, "Did you kill the assassin?"

"There was none. He became enthalled to me like a mindless toy... once I became aroused.I asked him who gave direction, he spoke her name, and his mind was rended. "

He thought about this, "Why are you here? How do you know... or even care about me?"

"I was looking for five young women taken by a blood cult. I let myself be taken to find out what happened. I was taken to, and by..."

"The First," he whispered. " The father of Tevinter... Valruin. He joined with you? He took you in his coporeal form? His living flesh?"

"Yes, he drank my blood, and... ."

"Saris... you self deluded fool. He CHANGED you... Gave you the power to control those who are prone to be tempted by you... among other gifts."

"You know."

"A little. Saris is the true expert, as well as the greatest threat. She wants to set his power free... manifest it through herself."

"How?"

"You... the Concubine. The willing host of his magical essence."

"Are you saying he impregna...?"

"In a manner of speaking... yes. He needed a willing vessel - a very 'special' girl - to carry his power out of that ruin. Saris has a limb fashioned by him, that allows her to harness it once the Concubine leaves the ruin. THAT was how she killed my jailer with her mind. But if you fed him your blood... he might have the strength to... . I need to get out of here... need to go before she gets here. But I'm not going anywhere in this state. HELP... please?"