No sex this time. Just sexiness and intrigue. working on a romantic interest for Lilith: oc... and female.
High dragons are known for two primary things: intimidation, and inspiring awe. Lilith was no exception - either in her dragon form, or as she entered a room - the latter amplified principaly when she was preceeded by 'her women', the group primarily known as the 'The Sirens'.
They each had been born in poverty, or been abandoned, or escaped from some sort of captivity - survivors. This was the trait she valued most in them. She had discovered them in the streets of Alienages, in the forests, the deserted homes of vanquished foes, tethered to beds of bandit cheifs they themselves had tore the throats out of as they were in the midst of being raped. She loved them as her lovers, her sisters, her children - her women. And they in return worshipped her.
They were twenty in all; the most beautiful, most graceful, gifted, and deadly of her courtesans; the equal of any man in terms of stamina; the masters of all in terms of stealth - her principal spies; and lovers.
They each had been bested in 'combat' by their mistress, before being bedded by her. Drawn from the four corners of Thedas, they each spoke all the known laguages, had killed no less than fifteen at once; felled cloaked rougues, and were loyal to Lilith to the death... and some say, beyond.
It is they she had brought to Skyhold for protection for the others, and to gather, and give information...and distraction.
The moment they saw her in the open courtyard, they flocked to her, some dropping to their knees, others laid claim to her lips, her ears, her neck, her feet... her thighs; all this they did right out in the open, before the eyes of all the army of the Inquisition. She basked in this joyous adoration for a few moments before she felt slender fingers begin to pull down on her lace and silk clothes. She begrudgingly , softly, took hold of their anxious hands and moved them away from her, "I would love to, my loves," she gasped as they all moaned in disapointment, "believe me, I have missed you one and all, but we have work to attend to first."
They rose to standing, dusting off their dresses, smoothed hers; their fingers lingering over the silk that covered her loins and breasts. "You are happy to see use mistress," one whispered as her fingertips caressed Lilith's right nipple through the sheer fabric.
Lilith blushed "Decorum Mirium," she gasped as the others also explored her skin through the silk.
"Forgive me mistress," the nineteen year-old blond godess sighed, and withdrew her hand.
"I don't recall saying stop," Lilith said with a playful grin, "I just said 'decorum Mirium'."
They all exploded in genuine laughter.
Lilith gazed at them in disbelief, "It wasn't THAT funny." she gasped, "flatterers."
"Bitch," they said as one.
Lilith's ladies roared in laughter as she grinned at them.
She gestured them to follow her to the main hall, "Come whores!," she shouted happily, "food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty... and The Chargers are in the tavern. Try not to hurt them."
They followed their mistress up the foot of the grandstairway leading to the main hall. 'Siren' just behind her whispered into her ear, "You have been followed, mistress. A rougue, cloaked, walked right past your revanant you have guarding the pass into the mountains.
She smiled, "My ladies... you never fail to amaze me. Where is this rogue?"
"Just spotted him," a gold complexioned Riveney sighed with a slight grin, "He's on the rooftop of the tavern... just to the left of your mother."
"My mother?," Lilith gasped in disbelief.
"A group of birds took to fligt just after he moved passed them... all but one."
Lilith scoweled, "I told her...! AH! Maker, that woman. Ok, get ready. I want him alive."
"In one piece?"
"Optional. I just need him alive long enough to find HER."
"And if he isn't with this Saris?"
Lilith shrugged, "He knows too much. Wait till he falls."
Lilith strode over to the tavern, ignoring the lingering gazes, looked up to the attetive bird, and frowned, "Such a lovely bird... if persistantly stuborn in having her way. Perhapse it has swallowed a spider? If so, now would be a good time to spit it up... just to the right."
The bird peered from one side to the other, then stepped back. Seconds later, a man's voice issued a shrill, teror filled cry that filled the open yard, then a rougue, in Tevinter light armor, dove from four stories up, and onto a large cart of hay that had been brought up to use as kindling for the numerous campfires the troops lit at night. It was not as soft a landing as some had heard. He broke his wrists, his chin, and shattered his right patela.
The Inquisition soldiers pulled him from the cart. He was groaning in agony.
"Speak spy!," one of the Inquisition captains raged, "What does the Imperium think it's doing spying on the Herald? Speak! before we either pry the truth from you... or entreat the master of golems bring fire once more to Tevinter."
"Magister Cousland, please..." he pleaded to Lilith.
"Magister?," she gasped out. She turned to her women, "Get him somewhere private... he's ill of mind. Summon the Herald, and the Nightingale. we'll question him."
...
An hour later, they had regrouped in the Herald's private quarters. The rogue was bound by an ankle to the couch he sat upon... his wounds treated, but not healed completely. Lilith didn't feel he warranted it... yet.
"My mistress - Magister, Lady Calpernia - wished only I watch your back, and not interfere with anything you do. She wishes you only well... says you are of one mind. SHE, and some prominant women from the south rallied to your cause, and leveraged you into the position. That, and the citizens you saved from your brother's purging of the rougue mages in our ranks; they all atested to your character. Believe it or not, such things do count in Tevinter."
"None consider me a murderer? All the Magisters I killed?" Lilith inquired.
You killed only ONE member of the Magesteriums high council, and a few low placed bottom feeders few took notice of. Hence their ability to practice their scandulous... how did you say it? druffalo shit?... in private. As for the high councelor? He was as deluded as the others who willfully surrendered their morality, and their family honor to serve that Ancient mockery, enslaved to an elven artifact. My lady understands your motivation... it was hers when she served Corypheus. She felt he would free the slaves if she served him, make servants of high-born Thedas. She was wrong. That twisted darkspawn would have harvested them, used them to make acres of red lyrium."
"Does she know anything of Saris?" The Herald asked.
"Only that she, like her, has no name... no family. She was either a slave, an abducted orphan from the street... a daughter of an elf mother, and magister father: the latter being most reviled in Tevinter - sadly for us. She wishes a meet with you, or both you, and Magister Sanguinus. She knows you have been annointed by the FIRST... hard as such an event was for her to conceive of... before Corypheus"
"Yes," Morrigan called from the balcony overlooking the garden, "holes in tn the sky spewing demons, discovering my mother was carrying the soul of an elven godess... and now another such deity. Such things CAN change ones perspecive quite a bit. But, then again, so can falling in love, and becoming a mother."
Lilith turned to her mother; the twenty bowed as one as the legendary malificar strode into the well apointed room, and approached her daughter, "What are you doing here?" Lilith almost cried.
"What I have always done," Morrigan said, placing her palms gently on her daughter's cheeks, "what must be done to see tomorow... for all I love. Those are turning out to be more than I once imagined. Thanks in great part to you." Morrigan kissed Lilith's forehead as the younger mage closed her yes.
"But," Lilith began, "A man who knows her intimately told me she..."
"A man who knows you as such as well, I understand." her mother interupted.
Lelianna blushed as Morrigan glanced at the bard.
Lilith glared at her lover.
"Don't blame her," Morrigan gasped, "I was on the window sil."
Lilith took a deep breath, then continued, "He told me, she needed you as leverage to get me to wake the other three original magisters."
Morrigan smiled, "All she needs is to threaten an infant to do that. You need me pretty girl; you need all of us. No more hiding in safty for any of us. Not when all is threatened. Your father is here as well. Besides, where else is safer than with you... with US?" she said gesturing about the room.
Lilith turned to the rogue, "Will your lady help us?"
"Yes," he responded, "if YOU show you trust her, then she will unquestionably aid you - Magister Cousland. She can open the doors into the highest halls, you may now walk in; and help you find ALL you need too."
The young beauty turned to her mother, and smiled, "I will meet her, but first, I have a few gifts for the Inquisition and her soldiers, as well as your esteemed guests; you are all such gracious hosts. My ladies and I will dance for the Inquisition, and her guests. And when I say my ladies, I mean MY LADIES. Look to the gates."
Lelianna, the Herald, and Cullen wandered out to the balcony to watch a flood of women numbered in the hundereds entered the gates of Skyhold, followed bywagons full of casks of wine, and meats, and minstrals.
The three turned and looked into the Herald's chambers at Lilith, but the mage was gone.
With all outside eyes on the arriving wine, women, and song, none saw Lilith as a dove land behind the throng, and ascend the steps to the main hall, before stopping to address her women.
The music stopped instantly. The women gazed up at her as one, their faces beeming with joy.
"Did I not promise you adventure?!," Lilith shouted, "Did I not promise you would be among legends?! Did I not promise you travel, romance, the fullfilment of all your dreams?! Life is what you make it! Destiny is not ordained, it is claimed! What you desire is what you pursue! Enjoy yourselves, and let them enjoy you! Tommorow morning is promised to none! Claim this day!"
The yard exploded in applause.
Lilith blew them all a kiss, ans turned to enter the hall.
Just inside the doors, her madams waited, heads bowed as she approached.
"Did you meet with Anora's handmaiden?" Lilith asked one of them.
"Yes Mistress, she came to see an elven male we have on staff, a man named Rivar - he's quite handsome. Rivar told me the queen is very much in love with King Therin, and he with her. Still, no heir."
"I've been thinking about this," Lilith began, ignorant of the fact her madams were staring wide eyed at something behind her, "I could go to Denerum, and offer myself as a..."
"I can tell you right now what Alistair will say, even if Anora agreed, Lily flower," her father's voice boomed from behind her, "'You are very beautiful, and most men will check me for a pulse after saying this, but no. You are like a daughter to me, and I'm NOT that kind of monarch.'."
"Daddy," Lilith said with a smile, and hugged her father.
"That, and he'd be terrified your mother would 'froggify' him if he did."
"I'm not entirely against the idea," Morrigan added, "A union of the Cousland, and Therin lines; no to mention being grandmother to the king or queen of Ferelden is very enticing. Still, he does indeed seem in love with Anora; so, I doubt he would... with any woman, even Lilith. I'm liking the dolt more and more."
"That is NOT what I'm suggesting... not that I haven't thought it. I mean HER. I can, maybe, heal her womb."
"Even if you could pretty girl," Morrigan said gently to her daughter, "She like Lelianna, and myself - recently - would not risk a child at our age. Not so much for our own health, as for that of the child. Complications can arise we would not wish on anyones children, let alone our own."
"I can fix that too," Lilith whispered.
Morrigan drew close to her daughter, "What happened to you pretty girl?"
"I was 'known', by an original Magister. "
"YOU WERE WHAT?!," Morrigan gasped.
"HE RAPED YOU?!," Aeden seethed, "Your brother and I will see how Immortal this thing is."
"No, daddy. It WAS conscensual... I felt I had to, to find out what happened to the women who were taken. He had no idea... but Saris does. I feel she may have used his rejected women, those who had not consented willingly, for expiriments in his teachings, or to appease her demon thralls."
"How do we find this woman?" her father asked a tone of genuine anxiety in his voice as Morrigan took his hand.
"There is a man - a mage - who can take the ring you took from her - mother - and we can find her, wherever she is."
"Pretty girl, that ring has been mine for twenty one years. It will lead you to me."
"Have you bled on it, Lady Morrigan?." Sanguinus suddenly asked from behind them, "If not, and if ONLY Saris has... then he can still find her. and he, is in Denerum."
"The Tevinter," Aeden said, turning to the man.
Morrigan smiled at the man who interupted them, "You are quite handsome... for a supposedly bloated man of sixty."
"A gift from your lovely, and compassionate daughter," Sanguinus said softly, gesturing to Lilith.
The young beauty blushed, and smiled at the compliments.
"Humble too," Morrigan added.
Sanguinus nodded to his lover, "That gift Itself was a gift, bestowed on her by her willing consent to the First's desires. She is known as the Concubine. It is a gift denied all but her. He was a veritable well of wisdom, and power. Within his blood were secrets, magic, and other gifts. Almost all had been stolen, some by my family, others by other families - when we entrapped him, and the other three - six thousand years ago. The bloodlines dispersed in that time, and as a result so has the gift of magic been to those related, and indirectly related. In Corypheus time it was contained, exclusively, to Tevinter. Since the fall of the Imperium... well, here we are."
"So they are just mages?" Aeden asked.
"Yes; but they are the first given the gift... the spirit who did so, did so because they willingly, unselfishly... served man. It intended they do so with it's great gifts, for eternity."
"This sounds uncomfortably familiar,"Aeden almost whispered.
Sanguinus nodded, "And it is THAT spirit's power they weild."
"The Maker would never...," Lelianna all but threatened.
"They are not evil, Lady Nightingale, quite the opposite. He chose them do to their selflessness, compassion, and kindness. It was mortal man's fear, jelousy and desire for their power that brought the plagues they released upon men. He must have helped Saris because no other would, or could; and when she told him her story... he may have felt NOW was the time for him and the others to rise. Not so much for revenge, against those who wronged him... but for a 'cleansing' of the world. I tried to scare Saris into thinmking he would kill only her, and her host, but THEY will just be the start. Saris believes, she can coerce Lilith into 'changing' the other three to her will, and then - through Lilith - control them. Madness."
"How so?," Morrigan asked, "seems a reasonable plan - even if it's thinker is insaine."
"They cannot be forced to go contrary to their natures. Lilith can change them, yes, but only because - at her core - she is genuinely good; the First would not have called to her otherwise. Saris IS the very thing they would have been awoken to destroy. To see Lilith corrupted against her nature, by her? Hell would be too merciful in their opinion."
"Again," Lelianna protested, "The Maker would never allow that."
"What was it that brought us all together?," Morrigan asked Lelianna.
"Good point," the bard conceded, exhausted.
"I tried to reason with her. The woman she was when I knew her before - before the idiot you were abducted by Lady Morrigan, sank his brainwashed claws into her - would have seen that reason, would NEVER had even thought of such ambitions... it was THAT reason I had wanted to marry her, name or not. THAT woman... is gone. Now we need to stop her, to show them we are NOT beyond redemption - Tevinter included. So a union with Calpernia is very much in the interest of all Thedas."
Lilith nodded, "I will leave for Denerum in the morning. Tell the Herald to have her people watch the towns, carefully, listen to all reports of potential blood magic. Sanguinus... stay here, please. I need you safe. No other knows her best. My women will guard you."
"That may be overkill, Liliy-flower," her father said with a laugh.
"He is surrounded by the greatest army in Thedas," Lelianna added.
"An army that a single former Venatory rougue slipped by without notice," Lilith said, "No offense. I take nothing away from them, or you. But I have seen the handy-work of Saris's master assasin. My women are the only ones who spotted this one... with ease. They are the best defense he, you, and the Herald have against this man."
"Woman," Sanguinus added.
"Have you a name?," Lelianna asked in mild wonder.
"No," Sanguinus answered sadly, "she is VERY smart. She isn't vain; she could care less about imfamy. She wants Saris to succeed. She is caught up in the madness. She wants to watch the great confligration, whether under Saris will, or not. She wants it all to burn... to be drenched in blood. To end it all; even of her, and all of her kind. A fresh start."
"How do you know this?" Lilith asked.
"She told me herself...," he answred matter of factly, "last night."
...
The evenings 'Entertainment was the twenty and their mistress dacing in the center of the great hall - the latter dressed in only long swatches of silk wrapped about her scintilating, naked bodiy. The twenty would , one at a time, grind against her, plucking away, and tossing aside a swatch at a time from her body as they danced around her.
The crowd stared, enraptured, as the silk flew about them, till Lilith stood naked, covered only by the swirling silk of her women as they danced about her, their twirling bodies seeming to become indistinguishable from one another as they covered their heads. Lilith could be seen to gyrate in the center, just there, just revealed... teasing them all. Some leaned in, others stood on the tables.
The twenty pulled back from Lilith, hands above their collective heads as the dance reached it's end. The twenty spun faster as Lilith slid her hands between her thighs in a mock release of pleasure. It all culminating in the twenty dropping as one to the floor as Lilith vanished - before they dropped - in a cloud of smoke. The room filled with gasps of astonishment, moans of profound disappoinment, and Morrigan's laughter as a singlew white dove flew to the rafters.
All, however, were very entertained.
Now was the time for Lilith's entertainment...
