A/N: This chapter is rated M for strong sexual content.
V.
The oil upon her skin had coated his as he had pinned her fully beneath him, her legs parting for him as he had slid against the slick wet gleam of her body. As she had allowed him within her she had moaned her acquiescence, the eyes that had watched her writhe and flush not the wistful pensive blue of the man she had truly wanted, but an all consuming black, instead; a black so complete that it had devoured all illusion of that form having ever been elvhen, at all. As his hands had risen to encircle her wrists, the skin pale where it had been lain bare bellow the restriction of the manacles, she had wanted to feel more powerless and afraid, but every inch of her had only screamed the need to touch him, to wrap her arms around him, to link her legs about his waist so as to feel him more fully inside of her.
Responding to her silent cravings, he had risen to his knees, his hands sliding beneath her and cupping her ass so as to lift her more readily into his lap. Adjusting, he had been able to take her far more aggressively then, his hands supporting her hips as he had thrust repeatedly into the wet molten core of her waiting quim. Wrapping her hands into the chains, and threading her fingers tightly throughout their links, she had been able to pull herself back against them for leverage, her pelvis grinding roughly against his in order to form a stronger polyrhythm.
Breathless, she had felt as the salt of her sweat had burned a path along the many scrapes and bruises that had formed along the pale complexion of her skin, the chaffing becoming more and more evident as he had driven her with a fierceness and determination that she had never thought capable of her small delicate stature. With each gasp and sigh of arousal, she had died a little bit more; clenching, screaming, orgasming, all of it claiming yet another of her fading memories. But even as her own name had become more than she could recall, she had not longed for freedom or for greater cognizance. She had only thought of the weight of him, the bite of his nails into her flesh, and the scrape of his teeth against the swelling globes of her breasts. He was going to kill her and she was going to use her last breath to whisper his name. Solas...
"Capernica, stop."
The daemon upon her had halted it's machinations suddenly, and drawn back upon it's haunches; it's voice a languid and disaffected caress as it had pretended to sulk. And though it had ultimately decided to retain Solas' form, it had quickly become apparent that it had only done so mockingly.
"My name will not grant you any favors, here. That entity has not existed in centuries," It had said. "Long has it been since I have seen your kind, but the elf is mine, she has accepted our...arrangement. I am within my right."
"Were you not once a spirit of passion and love?" The voice that had responded was calm and familiar, and though she had not yet been able to make out his features in the lowlight, his demeanor and posturing had been completely unmistakable.
"You care for her," it had smiled then and shifted slowly into something curvy, horned and feminine."Why have you not taken her, then? The fruit is so ripe the juices run. I have merely responded to her need."
Spreading itself out upon her it had pinned her once more, it's lips parting hers as it had kissed her, deeply. Fighting unconsciousness, she had still been able to feel the gentle tease of it's nipples as it has writhed suggestively against her, it's knees forcing her legs back apart so it could rub its warm clit against her own.
"I will ask you once more, let her return."
The daemon had licked from the base of her throat to the tip of her ear before turning to face Solas directly, it's voice still a heady blend of aged mead and honey. "And what would you offer me in return?"
"I offer an exchange."
His face had been a mask of lines and shadows as he had moved closer to the alter, the daemon baring it's teeth with a territorial hiss as he had looked down upon them.
"An exchange?"
"Agreed."
A thin smile had played across it's lips as it had fully taken in his lithe appearance and stern countenance, it's verve at his timely proposal almost palpable. "So much longing and denial..." It had licked it's lips as it had slipped gracefully to it's feet, sashaying towards him with a playful twitch to it's tail as it had circled him with a true predator's grace. "Yes, a fair trade..."
As it had stroked his face and bit at his lower lip, it had seemed to remember her presence there and had gestured nonchalantly to cast her bonds aside.
"I can see why you wanted this one. You're free to go. I promise to take excellent care of him."
Too weak to move she had simply shaken her head, her body a crumpled mass upon the cold dirt floor, "No."
As it had slipped his tunic off to fall at his feet, he had met her plaintive gaze with a bold one. She could sense his will for her to leave, but she had only shaken her head, once more.
"So loyal! But, if you are to stay, then you must watch."
And from the prison of her own body, that is exactly what she had done.