This is a very sexual chapter, and important to the plot; it is also M/F, there will be plenty of f/f in the future... near future... as I love to give our girl some variety; and she loves the ladies.
Lilith smiled as she glimpsed Sanguinus watching her nervously as they walked through the halls of Skyhold, enroute to her chambers. It wasn't apprehension over whether he would be with her, but that he would. he was begining to fully appreciate the old axium, "Take care the dreams you hold be from your heart, and not your empassioned flesh. For once granted, the latter can never be unrealized." It used to be a warning against diseases born of wanton pursuits, but in the case of Lilith, it was the fact that she never needed to rest, nor let her male mates do so when she was enjoying herself till she was spent... hours later.
The trip here had taken three weeks, during which, they had stopped over in Redcliffe, and stayed at 'The Gull and Lantern'. It was there that Sanguinus had his first experience of beng with an empassiond Lilith... and had she not let him take control of her body two hours into it, it almost certainly would have killed him.
Lilith and Sera had gone up to one of the rooms, and had their food brought to them, while the two men sat drinking in the tavern. Sanguinus had been on his third tankard of ale when he realized something that would change, not just their course of action, but his personal fortunes, and relationship with Lilith as well.
He had been staring out the window at the docks and he suddenly slapped himself on the forehead, "THAT CUNNING BITCH!," he had shouted to everyone in the tavern at once.
"Huh?," Bohlen had asked in mild alarm, quickly scanning the crowd for a potential spy, or rat by seeing who was taking too little interest in the outburst. No easy task, as the room had gone from thirteen regulars, to standing room only in the three hours since Lilith had taken up all the rooms in the inn. Word had spread fast.
All the comliest women, semingly from all regions of the Hinterlands had gone up to be around Lilith, and Sera, and were rewarded with gifts, gold and the promise of more gameful employment, romance, intrigue, and exposure to all sorts of advantages in Denerim, Val Royeaux; all regions throughout Thedas - even Tevinter. A big change from herding Druffalo.
"SARIS!," the Tevinter hissed angrily, "She WANTS us to go to Morrigan. She's the ultimate key to her plan!"
The Ferelden laughed, "One of the most deadly Malificars in history; the mother of a far more powerful mage, AND a man who controls an army of Golems of LAVA, is a key to her plan? Feel free to make sense at any time... I swear you've been around Sera too long."
The tevinter looked around nervously, then, reasured as only a drunken man can be of his surroundings when outnumbered thirty three to one, he tucked in too closely to Bohlen to be doing nothing other than whispering important private info to... or sucking on his ear.
The Ferelden laughed as Sanguinus, his hot breath on his thick, muscular neck, grumbled incoherantly, "She needs Li..."
The Ferelden clamped his hand over Sanguinus's mouth, "NOT here... silly boy. Come on." He pulled the drunken Magister to his unstable feet.
"But," Sanguinus bean to protest, "aren't she and Sera...?"
"Recruiting," Bohlen said as he dragged the inebriated Tevinter up the narrow stairwell, past an army of beautiful girls, all looking starstruck as they pushed between them.
"Oh," Sanguinus said knowingly, "I see."
"NOT THAT kind of recruiting," the Ferelden muttered, "She's looking for talent for her networks of... I'll let her tell you. IF you live." Bohlen pushed the mage into a room down the hall from Lilith's.
"Oh no..." the mage muttered nervously as he heard the door lock. He looked about the room: candles, incense, pink and black silk drapped about the bed; and four silk ribbons tied to the bedposts.
He gulped as he heard the army of young women surge like a great wave down the hall, and down the stairs, "This may as well be a place of mourning."
A tiny white dove landed on the open window sil.
"Come for the funeral?" he said with a smile, before turning to the door as footsteps aproached.
"I hope not." Lilith asked from behind him, "I like you Darius. I even like your... friend."
He turned, slowly.
She was naked, her beautiful body highlighted in the candlelight, the scent of her desire overwhelming the incense, "Bring him out for me."
His eyes dialated, his mouth went slack, "Yes," he sighed, "Mistress."
The hours between the moment he was pushed through the door and the time she left to walk the night, were spent in both absolute terror and life afirming bliss for him, and a remarkibly satisfying rutting for her; he had even trounced the seemingly inexhaustible Bohlen in the number and intensity of her moments of pleasure. She had found a suitable replacement for the Ferelden. He could now pursue her elvan lady in waiting - guilt free.
Lilith smiled as she later recalled the Tevinter's handsome face as he gazed at her as she succumbed to the senstions his manhood was giving her after a mindblowing thirty five orgasms. He was justifiably proud, and she was beside herself with joy for not kiling him after draining some of his blood for information after all.
It wasn't needed. Oddly enough, he was all too willing to give them all the information he had... without any blood being spilled. Not that she didn't drink... he was tasty. But what really sealed it for her, was when he took control of her body, tempted it, teased it, used it brutaly. She had found her 'dream man'.
It had began once they were both spent and satisfied beyond their mutual expectations of the other - and hers of his gender - "Why does she need me?," she had asked regarding Saris.
"She needs you to rouse the three remaining... masters," he had gasped as his strength returned to him, "it was why she was taking the women to the First. Only he could choose the Concubine, and create her. He had told her this, when, after fleeing the slaughter of her old master and his minions by meer feet, she happened upon his former castle: where you coupled with him... He had 'called' to her."
"Like he did with me?" she asked, shifting her hips, his manhood still hard and trapped within her. She sighed contentedly as she resumed rising up and down on his bound body.
He groaned as he felt his ardor growing greater, his hands bound, clenched into frustrated fists as he watched her large, naked breasts bounce gently as she lowered herself back down onto him, then rolled her hips.
She smiled down at his sweat covered torso; then into his empassioned eyes as they devoured her wrything voluptous form. "I can't hear you," she whispered.
"YES!,"He gasped as she scratched her nails down his broad, thick muscular chest, and toned abdomanals, then kissed his nipples, and bit them in turn. The feeling of her full, ample breasts pressed against his naked abdomen as she lifted her hips till he almost slid out of her was almost too much for him."He had felt her near. He drew her in. But she had been rejected by him as a concubine. Perhapse because of the injury." Even in the midst of rapture, his face took on a look of thoughtful reflection, then he shook his head, "But... he healed her. So, that wasn't it."
"Healed he... ?," Lilith almost finished her sentence, but He had thrust up with his hips, pushing deeper as she lowered her hips onto him. She succumbed to another moment of bliss. Her body milked him involuntarily, the muscles of her sex spasming around him against her control. How was he doing this to her?
He gaped at her body as she rode out her orgasm, her beautiful, bouncing breasts too enticing. "Untie me," he sighed as she came down from her orgasm; her entire body trembling.
She did as he asked.
He clutched her large, jiggling breasts with such zeal, she almost squeeled out in pain, but clutched his hands to her harder as she resumed her joyous ride upon him.
He pulled her down to him, and locked his mouth over hers, his right hand holding her head, his left squeezing her right breast firmly.
She bucked her hips, pulling on his manhood like a woman possessed, trying to bring him over one last time; but he would not relent, instead he brought her over the top in the shortest time she ever experienced with a man as he abandoned her breast for her swolen pearl topping her sex.
She bit his lip, and sucked the blood hungrily till he pushed her away from his mouth and laid claim to the erect nipple of her fat left breast, biting and tugging on it with his teeth before sucking it till it turned purple.
She howled in both pain and intense pleasue as he drew out her blood into his mouth, and massaged the ample soft, firm, wounded mound with both of his strong hands as he suckled her trapped teat till her blood spiled from his lips.
She orgasmed once more, her head becoming light. She couldn't believe it; had he voluntarily became her thrawl? Without her requesting it? No. He was resistant to her control in this fashion... and his blood promised other 'gifts' in his seed, his family heritage... promising.
"Now I see why the first drank so deep, your blood is like wine... you're a wonder," he gasped out as he relinquished the wounded breast, his body almost succumbing as she rode out her bliss.
He decided to keep her in the state by thrusting quickly into her as she wrythed, one hand mauling her wounded breast, the other briskly rubbing her clitoris.
She went stiff, her eyes rolling back in her head, eyelids fluttering as her esscense soaked his trapped member.
He smiled, and lifted some of her own excess to her full, panting lips.
She licked it hungrily, sucking his fat finger till he felt lightheaded. He gazed at her full, wet lips as they played with his hand. Stared at her heaving breasts, her saliva dripping down from her mouth, and over them. He clutched them once more with both hands, not noticing the blood trickling from his finger.
She smiled at his almost angry face as he roughly handled her naked breasts, "OK Darius. I'll do it. It has been ever so good to me tonight. You will be my first," she sighed seductively, "I have never done that... ever. Not to say I haven't been MADE to do it for others, for power, and protection. But you will be the first I have ever WANTED to do it for. You are going to to be VERY happy." She lifted herself off him, still slick with her juices.
He gaped at her smiling face as she sat astride his hard, muscled abdomen, then lowered her breasts to his face once more; teased his lips with her nipples, then trailed them down his body. Reaching his thighs, she placed her breasts around him, untied his ankles, then, using her own upper ams to press her breasts tightly around his manhood, pressed her palms to his tight, flat abdomen, and grinned at his enraptured face.
"I, I... oh my," he stammered, pupils dilated, his manhood trembled between her breasts, it invisible to his eyes.
"Stay true to my will," she sighed, "allow me my women, and my ways; keep your word, and your heart true to what I see in you; and you will not be the last Sanguinus. Your child, OUR child, will suckle upon me, and sit upon the throne of the Archon."
"How did you know?," he gasped.
"Does it matter? Soon you will rest. If you wake. Consider the offer open. For now, a gift for your service." She began to massage her breasts around him.
He lasted a meer three minutes.
...
Two weks from that night, she led him through the halls of the keep of the greatest army in all Thedas. She was walking him to one of her lovers, The Nightingale. Introductions were in order, and information needed to be exchanged. She had gained all insight into all he knew, as well as all his connections inside the Imperium. She was certain if all went according to her plans, she may well one day wipe out slavery in the darkest reaches of Thedas. There was one other thing she wanted to confirm; an ambition closer to home.
Lelianna stood, looking over her birds, and cominiques when Lilith strode up the stairs, Sanguinus in tow. She smiled at the pair, "Darius Sanguinus," the former left hand to the divine sighed, "Lilith's new studd. You do realize she still prefers the ladies? They tend not to chew her."
He blushed.
Lilith glared, "I made him do it," the young mage grumbled, "I never figured you one for jelousy. Did'nt YOU chew me as well? I seem to recall a few nights when a part of my anatomy we're both partial toward was left bleeding by your teeth."
"OK!" The former bard shouted in embarassment, "I'm sorry I mentioned it. Hello Magister Sanguinus. How can the Inquisition be of service to the most wealthy inhabitant of Thedas... lady Cousland?"
"Catty lover, I thought you were a Nightingale?" She turned to leave.
"WAIT!," Lelianna called as Lilith reached the library level.
Lilith turned, her eyes averted from Lelianna's "Yes?"
"I'm sorry," the spymaster sighed, "You don't see me in over two months, not so much as a letter... I hear you've been sold around southern Tevinter to a half dozen noble, and merchant women, then that you've been with Sera..."
"How is any of that of any import to US? You know all there is to know about my arangements with Seline, and my work for the Divine. I've consolidated both the right and left hands jobs into my own. I need to do these things Lelianna. What I do with you is what I choose to. And Sera saved me from freezing. Darius... is that it? That he is HE?"
"Not at all," Lelianna sighed, "I've been with your father. Several times, years before you or Keiren were born . You know this, I fully understand that side of your nature. It's part of mine. It's just that... he's a Tevinter. A slave owner."
"I'll go," Darius said solemnly, "I don't want to..."
"STAY," Lilith commanded. "How is Dorian?" she asked Lelianna, looking the Orlesian in the eyes.
"That is different," was all the spy responded with... sheepishly.
"Druffalo shit!," the young beauty snarled as she advanced up the stairs in a huff.
Leliana and most everyone in earshot gaped in astonishment at the profanity.
"Yes, Druffalo shit. A big, knee-high pile of streaming Druffalo shit. Dorian, your great fellow servant of the Maker...defends that practice of slavery! OPENLY! Is more than happy to support it! Enforce it! 'We beat them, therefore they must be less than us, therefore we should OWN them... like cattle.' BUT that is ok with Lelianna, so long as he kills Venetory, and makes everything hunkey dorry for the humans. RIGHT? Andrastian?"
The spymaster was silent, looking down as Lilith drew within an inch of her.
"Darius has no slaves, and without me, his house has no future. He left Tevinter, left that life, that title, that dead empire for one reason. Innocent women were being taken to make mages YOUR masters once more."
"What? Again? We ended the..."
Lilith shook her head, "Don't go looking for 'rifts', the six other defilers of the golden city, or any Darkspawn. Think older, and think crazier." Lilith interjected, "I miss you, love you, but you need to stop looking at the world through the filter of your spyglass and singleminded, 'The Chantry's will be done, by any and all means' mindset lover; but do it fast."
Others gathered as she went on, among them, the Herald herself, just behind Sera at the foot of the stairs.
"There is a woman out there. Mad as your darkspawn demi-god, only SHE has no title, no allegience to ANY old gods. SHE wants to crush ALL of you under her feet... Tevinter included. She knows only one master, herself. SO, chastise ME if you must for using what the Maker gave me to manipulate and exploit the weaknessess of others. But don't be so bullheaded as to ignore help with a real problem that no mark on anyones hand will solve. NOW, where is the ring my mother left for me?"
...
She walked him to the door of a room overlooking the gardens, then stepped aside as she opened the door, "I had an amazing time with you all those weeks ago. You are the best male lover I have EVER had. BUT, I prefer girls... still."
He nodded with a smile, "I got it. Thank you for that wonderful night Lilith. You were all I ever imagined wanting in a lover. I will never ask for more. Good night."
She grabbed his arm, "I'm not saying never again... I made you a promise. OUR child will be Archon. No other woman can deliver what I can in terms of magical gifts. Do you not agree? Besides, I had a very good time. I'll be around... frequently."
He nodded, "How often should I expect you."
"At least twice a month... at least. Good for you?"
He kissed her hand, "More than I could hope for, or mortal man deserves."
She smiled, "Perhapse I'll move you to Orlea when Saris is finished... maybe."
They parted smiling.
"Lilith!" he called out as she opened the door to go to the War Room.
"Yes?"
"If any of the other three get out, the only thing that can stop them, is you. If more than one. It may be too much. Oh, and if the First was telling the truth to you about revenge being his desire? Imagine a blight disguised as a blessing."
"How do I defeat them?"
"You need to do what you did to the Revenant... before they unleash hell."
"Hell?"
"The First had a wife, she was given the gifts he bestowed on you. She was killed by a thrown blade. He could not save her. In retaliation, he gave the people who caused that a gift... all their deceased loved ones restored to life - to kill, and eat them all. These were no bog bodies like in the Mire, these were their loved ones restored whole, or so they believed. There was nowhere to hide from those who knew them best."
