The murky, narrow strips of land that comprised the Fallow Mire's land mass felt soft and squishy under her bare feet. She had walked about half the way from the keep to the first Inquisition camp, using the fade-fire beacons as guilds. She was making good time in reaching the greatly fortified, long held established base, where she hoped to get the plaugue vacine. Though she was starting to think it may be over-kill.

Sanguinus seemed far more relaxed when she left him in the room, fully stocked with health potions, calming herbs, and most of his sores even appeared to be healing. Could it be a good scrubbing was all he needed? She wanted to be sure.

She reached the rise of the beacon near an old farmhouse when a familiar whistle caught her attention. She caught a glimpse of blue steel, then a strong hand took carefull hold of hers and pulled her to the side, just out of the fadefire light.

"Honey toungue!" Sera whispered anxiously as Bohlen ran his hands expertly over the familiar curves of Lilith's body, not to pleasure her, but confirm she was intact.

Lilith gave him a quizical stare, "That was passionless. I got greater arousal from doing my own unmentionables a fortnight ago."

He blushed, "Sorry Lil, wanted to be sure you were ok. Be sure you were in one peice, not...

"Eaten!" Sera blurted out.

Lilith glared at them in disbelief and disgust, "Eaten?"

Before another word could be uttered, a paniced cry rose from the road leading to the Inquisition fort.

"Heads up!" an Inquisition scout shouted from the far side of the rise, "here they com..." his shout was cut short by an arrow through the back of his neck, and out his mouth.

Lilith ran to the struck man, and stared out into the face of a massive, ever swelling army of undead, sweeping across the dwindling lines of the Inquisition's soldiers.

Bohlen stood just behind her, "They haven't relented for days. They attacked the forward camp. We defended it successfuly; but they're relentless. They're lead by a blood enthrall of Sanguinus... a Revenant. However, they just stopped for no reason about three hours ago. We moved up to see what happened to you... and well. Shit."

Lilith turned to the Ferelden, "Nothing for three hours?"

He nodded.

"Where is this Revenant?" she commanded

"We saw him only once, he chased a scout who got passed him trying to warn the main camp. That was almost half a day ago. When they stopped, we assumed the revenant was dead."

Lilith gestured to the slowly retreating Inquisition troops, "Tell them to stop attacking the dead. I'm going to handle this Revenant."

"Lil," Bohlen began, "You forget about the gasses in this place. There are innocent people here. Turning into a dragon will just..."

She smiled, "Save the nice Inquisition soldiers, and follow when I wave. I've got more up my sleeves, courtesy of that 'friend' I told you about."

...

Once the soldiers were safe, and things had calmed down, Lilith walked slowly into the on-coming hoard, drawing them to her as she slowly slid off her commoners tunic, skirt, and small-clothes.

With her beautiful body now naked, they were entranced by her.

She smiled as they caressed her smooth, soft skin, her hair. She once more, as with Sanguinus, became aroused by them; and pressed her naked breasts, buttocks, hands, hips, thighs against their encrouching, bog ravaged grey flesh.

They began touching her more intimately. Illiciting gasps and sighs from her. Then it changed; her ardore began to change them, and her. They began kissing her naked skin, clutching her ample breasts, teasing her wet folds, her erect nipples. Lilith opened her full lips as one of them slid a probing finger between her netherlips, pulled the corpse to her, it opened it's mouth, she syphoned it first of stamina, then - her free hand clutching the invading, weakened hand between her legs deeper inside her - it's life.

She felt her lyth body surge with the life, and strength of the undead - It hightened her every sense, sensation.

The other corpses, ignorant to all but the forgotten joy of a woman's naked, willing flesh, eagerly embraced their end at her soft touch.

She wrythed between them as they assailed her loveley flesh ever more agressively, making up for with their claw-like hands and teeth what they couldn't with their long shriveled, or cut away loins. Their sharp, browned teeth bit into the soft, supple flesh of her large breasts, her neck, thighs, buttocks... all spurned on by the scent of her arousal... and all for not.

Lilith healed instantly as they fell away limp to the soft earth, smiling. They had found paradise at the lovely lips of a succubus. The gift of her night with the First... the ability to pacify all who see her, and draw out their vital essences for her own needs. Was this what it meant to be Concubine?

As the last dropped away, Lilith surveyed her surroundings with the eyes of one born to it. Her skin tingled, her sex was still on fire - she needed release.

The gasp of a weakened lung suddenly broke the stillness.

Lilith, her full, red lips wetted by her playful tongue, turned, and siddled over to where the sound issued from: a securely blockaded farmhouse. She stumbled over the headless, evicerated body of an elven apostate in Inquisition healer robes. She imagined this was a heroic end as she noted the markings on the doorframe. It was a field hospital. She stared into a small window.

Twelve wounded Inquisition soldiers lay in varrying degrees of ebbing mortality; all too weak to move. The only light in the otherwise pitch black room came from a single torch.

The force of life within her reached toward the wounded. She had an idea. Could she empart life as she had taken it?

The room was cast into sudden darkness as Lilith doused it with her force powers. Weak moans answered the unwelcome change.

Lilith, donning an Orlesian mask and head scarf, entered, then sparked a fadefire, and proceeded to rub her naked flesh against them, kissing them till she felt them kiss her back. Her mouth opened wider, the sensation of the life essence she had absorbed from the undead entering each of the wounded soldiers, restoring the mordicum of life to get them on the road to recovery

She had finished with the last, a female archer, when she heard an almost ear-splitting scream. She rushed out, and there he was - across the bridge, upon the beacon mound - the Revenant.

Bohlen lay on the ground to it's right, sword dropped, motionless, in a slowly expanding pool of blood. Sera was on her knees, back to the creature, her eyes pleading, her hair in it's grip.

It stared at Lilith, back-handed the crying elf, knocking her unconscious to the ground.

Before Lilith could think, the massive creature stretched forth it's gauntleted hand, and grabbed her nude form.