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She had one last stop to make...

"Those fuckers'll pay ten times what they paid for the last batch for HER" the dwarf whispered to the three men huddled behind him as they watched the young, raven haired goddess walk out of the back alley.

What a fine piece of trim like her was doing here was a good question; but he didn't want to talk to her... he had other plans. He had to be carful though. She might be May's girl... or worse - HERS.

She entered May's brothel.

The dwarf grinned. He had always been a good idea man; perhaps the best thing to do was negotiate with her... in bed.

The dwarf ordered one of his men to go get the servant of the money men, to get him his own 'hands on' assessment of the merchandise for his bosses. The girl looked like a very good time, and if she was bright... she could be as rich as she was beautiful; if not...then option two.

The two remaining men were ordered to remain outside and wait for the sign to either get the girl, or disappear. He was hoping to get it done clean either way.

when he walked into the dingy, dirt cheap hole, he smiled wide... the girl was already deep in negotiations with May.

...or so he thought.

The young beauty stood before the small, dangerous crowd, and moved her curvacious body to the rhythm of the reasonably well played drums and lutes. The navel of her flat bare belly undulated hypnoticly as her delicate fingers playfully teased at the clasps binding her silk skirt, and the top that tightly bound her bountiful, lightly jigglng, full breasts; the erect teats all but visible to the house. They were all captivated... himself included.

May sat on her couch situated on a slight rise above the scene, and grinned at him. She pat the couch and nodded to the dwarf.

he approached, and was given a mug of wine.

The madam whispered into his ear, "Flawless timing, as always. This one just walked in, walked to that drunken fuck minstral, and just started grinding. If she's as good as she looks I might have a new gold purse. Unless you're here for her...?"

"Ascertainably," he said with a smirk.

May smiled back, "Excellent taste. She has to be with HER though. No girl of this caliber comes here period... let alone unescorted... unless interested in getting ravaged. My golds on her being an offering from HER... in exchange for my retirement. I can get a cut from renting her out to high-end Ferelden clients... and leave the game to HER. THAT is what reason tells me."

The dwarf swallowed a mouthful of wine, hard. "I'll have to go with my instinct... why would SHE bother? Besides... HER people all have red dragon tattoos."

"Crimson, " May corrected.

"Sorry... crimson... and the gals ALWAYS have them on their breasts... plain sight."he turned his attention to the dancing girl.

The young goddess had decided which half of her outfit to remove first...

...the silk top; and wrapped it around the dwarf's neck.

He grinned wide as he stared in happy astonishment at her ample, full, firm, soft breasts, "SEE, not a mark." she pulled his mouth to them.

May smiled, "ten gold for the hour rent of a bed girl. OR... do every cock in this room... or none all."

The dwarf dropped one hundred gold, and unclasped the young beauties skirt as she straddled his thighs, and he licked, sucked, and gnawed on her erect nipples.

May grinned wider, and scooped up the coins as the eager dwarf pulled off the girl's undergarment to the young goddess's glee.

Before the dwarf could reach for his belt, the young lovely gripped his thick fingered hand, quickly inserted it deep inside her sex, and began grinding on it. He was caught off guard by her sudden aggressive move, and found it impossible to make a decision about what to do next. He wouldn't need to.

The young lovely soon succumbed to pleasure, and moaned into his mouth, before locking her full lips around his, and began to suck the life from him.

The dwarf remained locked in her embrace, eyes closed, gently fading into the blissful oblivion... when she breathed back into him. His eyes opened, "yes... ," he sighed, his face slack, "...mistress."

The young beauty turned her eyes to May as she rode the dwarves now balled fist, and drew close to the madam who was suddenly powerless to stop her from doing ANYTHING to her as the young goddess placed the woman's trembling fingers on her right breast. She now knew who this GIRL was. The legends were true. The Orlisian pet of Seline had NOT just usurped the legend to intimidate her competition... SHE WAS the Ferelden.

"Squeeze, gently," the beauty sighed into her mouth.

The street-wise madam obeyed, getting a slight gasp and sigh of pleasure from the girl in response. She started to cry.

The raven-haired enchantress licked the tears away, "Stop that," she whispered in a commanding tone.

"I'm sorry," the madam whispered nervously, "Please don't hurt me... Lilith. I never meant any disrespect. I though... "

The malificar kissed the older woman, deeply, but did not drain her.

May relaxed. Her hand continued to massage the beauties breast.

Lilith relented, "I've never heard of this operation. Were you being extorted by my madams?"

The older woman shook her head, "Never went near your places; too high class for my clients. As for my girls? They'd never meet your standards."

Lilith grinned, "ALL women meet my standards... it's just the clients demands."

"I should have..."

Lilith kissed her again, "You impress me, both of you," she glanced at the dwarf, "Carta... isn't he?"

The madam nodded.

"Good," Lilith sighed, "go to The Gold Stag, a tavern just outside town, and tell the barkeep, "You seek shelter under the crimson wing," IF you want to be safe... will you come work for me?"

"AND my girls? I won't leave them... here. All of them are good girls. I never wanted this for any of them. The choice was they get raped by the bastards, or seek safety with a ruthless bitch like me; when here... I NEVER forced them into this. But the bastards just paid too well, beyond anything they'd ever seen till they couldn't say no."

Lilith bared her bejeweled cannines, "Welcome to the family," she whispered before sinking her teeth into the older woman's neck.

...

The Tevinters errand boy arrived just as the bordelo was being boarded up. He watched, confused, as the entire host of women were led to the south-east gate by their madam.

He looked around for the dwarf; and came face to face with HER. He was awe struck, and a long, deep kiss later... hers. No secrets, no lying, no problem.

...

TWO HOURS LATER - THE MAIN GATE

The Tevinters had assembled in the main square: seventy eight in all; plus their children. The witnesses to this glorious inheritance - the beginning of the new, TRUE empire.

...delusional idiots.

Saris stood on a balcony over looking the square, looking more sickly than the undead being routed in the surrounding hills; and yet her eyes had more joy reflected in them than anyone alive. "IS IT NOT ALL AS I PROMISED?! THE 'QUEEN' IS ALONE. HER GUARDS FLED LIKE FRIGHTENED CHILDREN! HIS GLORIOUS DAY HAS ARRIVED! WHEN ALL WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE DESTRUCTION OF HIS WILL... WILL FALL!"

Anora walked out of the castle gate, and strode toward the cities main gate.

At any moment the dreaded siblings would rise to save this barren whore, and then their matron would unleash her divine blessing upon them! Oh the things they would do... especially with the girl's body. Perhaps she could taken alive.

The traitor's daughter neared the gate... alone.

Saris glanced briefly at the hidden figures barring all means of escape from the square, behind the backs of the gathered blood mages. She smiled.

Anora unlatched the gate.

Saris raised her hands, as her followers readied themselves, "PREPARE!"

"To reap what we have sown." Anora said, and pushed open the gate...

Saris grinned as the silver skinned army swept into the square.