The next few minutes were utter torture.

Leliana was soon stripped down to be completely naked for her mistress, and tied to the bed with her wrists crossed on one another as she had been told. Then Mara had dressed herself, leaving her harnessed toy just in Leliana's sight to tease her further, and then left with a cheeky wink.

Surely Mara was drawing out her nightly rituals with Gracie purely to tease her Leliana. She could just imagine her asking about every single detail of what she had learned with Josephine, painstakingly tucking her in, possibly telling her bedtime stories…

Things that would make her a lovely mother, and it was driving Leliana mad with lust. She crossed her legs, trying to rub herself even if just a little, but it was useless.


"Really?" Mara asked in the other room, listening intently to their daughter gushing with stories of the day. "You're so smart, sweetie. You know, that's something I love about spending time with you. I always learn new things."

Grace smiled the widest little smile, hugging her mother. "I love you, mommy."

"I love you too." Mara laughed, hugging back. "Now, you should go off to bed. Maybe tomorrow we'll get to work on your script, okay?"

"Okay." Gracie smiled. "Where's mama?"

"I, um..." Mara stammered, her mind immediately shifting to the thought of her lover tied up in their bedroom, utterly naked and begging to fucked. She blushed a little, bus shook her head to dispel it. "Mama's not feeling well, so she went to bed early." A half truth, at best, but better for their daughter to hear the lie. "But she told me to tell you that she loves you, and to sleep well."

"Oh, okay." Grace smiled, letting her mother tuck her in. "I hope Mama feels better, she's always so stressed and busy. Take care of her, okay mommy?"

Mara blushed and smiled at the double meaning in her daughter's words. Of course she meant nurse Leliana back to health, but still…

"Oh, I think I can manage." She smiled a little wickedly, hoping Grace didn't notice. "Now, off to bed, sweetie. You got messere Feathers?" She smiled and nodded, holding her little plush toy of a griffon closely as Mara tucked a blanket over her. "Good, he'll keep you nice and safe until tomorrow morning, okay?" She nodded again. "Love you, sweetie. Sweet dreams."

"Good night mommy." She yawned and rolled over. "Sweet dreams. Take care of mama for me."

"Oh, I will."


She walked back into their room with a smile, finding an absolutely delightful sight laid out before her. Her dear, sweet Leliana still tied to the bed, her form illuminated by candles lit in the alcoves of the room. She had given up struggling, laying limp and

Mara just clucked her tongue, sitting on the bed beside Leliana, not making a move to take off her mauve coloured robe that she had worn to put Grace to sleep. "You love it." It wasn't a question, more of a statement, or command. "I think your little struggling there was just a show for me."

Leliana looked up, eyes wide and dark, pleading with her lover. "Take me, love. I… I need more. Please."

A smile covered Mara's lips at that. She had seen Leliana as the dominant one so often, it was too often hard to see her as a submissive, laying underneath her lover begging and pleading for completion. But, as she had told her before, she was almost constantly doing that with Marjoline, but still… it was lovely to see it.

She shook her head, dispelling the thoughts of Leliana's former lover. This was about the two of them, and their love. Nothing else.

Mara clucked her tongue, having regained her composure. There was nothing in the world she wanted more then to strip herself naked and make sweet, adoring love to her wonderful wife. But, more then that, she knew that Leliana wanted, needed, to be teased and tormented. "And what about me, love?" Leliana's eyes widened further at that, big, pleading eyes that looked almost like a dog's. "I think I deserve a little after my performance out there, don't you agree?" Leliana nodded emphatically at that, smiling. "And you have such a dirty little mouth. I think we should clean it out."

An insistent tug between her legs made Mara smile as she moved. "Let's see who we can wake." She murmured as she scooted up until her knees were on either side of Leliana's head. Groaning as she felt Leliana's hot breath on her, she lowered her hips until she felt the first touch of her wife's warm tongue. It sent sparks shooting beneath her skin, and the low throb ripped open into pleasure. For a moment the world faded into a hot white, nothing in the world except for her Leliana's lips as they sealed around her clit and sucked on the nub.

Maker above, but it felt amazing. The soft heat pulling her away from the troubles of the world, an iron grip of heat and lust tightening in her chest. Her internal muscles ripped with each lick, her wetness slipping out and onto Leliana's mouth, covering her chin and throat.

Mara gasped and cried out loudly as Leliana's tongue moved lower, trying to cover every inch of her at once. Smiling at that, Leliana began pulling at her again, folding her in the tight, heat of her lips, those beautiful, pink lips that were so perfect..

A groan rumbled in her chest, and the pressure she had felt earlier tightened, growing more and more every last moment. Something was starting to swell within her, familiar and exhilarating at the same time, and she could barely breathe as it filled her to the brim and threatened to spill over.

Mara gave in, throwing her head back and crying out in pleasure as the knot in her chest took her to heights of lust. She pulled Leliana closer, screaming her lover's name in a fit of passion, her wife unrelenting with her tongue and lips.

Eventually she collapsed back, gasping for air as rippling aftershocks of want waned. Looking down, she gave a breathless laugh when she saw how covered in her juices Leliana was, how wet her chin had gotten while she pleasured the Warden, how submissive she looked all tied up and forced to fulfil her desires. Leliana, the perfect, ivory coloured goddess, with peerless pink lips that were always so glossy, as if she had just been kissed and was silently begging for more.

"That was..." Mara laughed a little, giggling deep in her throat, still giddy with pleasure as she tried to remember her mistress persona. "Satisfactory. Most satisfactory, Lady Amell."

Leliana smiled, eyes sparkling with love as if they were made of stardust and diamonds. How much she loved being called that, to share that wonderful name with the love of her life. "From the way you sounded, I think it was more than satisfactory."

Mara clucked her tongue, her act becoming easier now that her heights of pleasure had let her down to reality once more. "Now, now, that's no way to address your mistress. Unless, of course, you wish for me to wash your mouth clean again."

"I… am sorry." Leliana put on her most adorable and innocent face she could, smiling at the love of her life. "Mistress."

"Now that's better." She smiled, feeling the tiniest bit uncomfortable before shaking it off. Leliana loved this, obviously, and she loved her. No matter what they did, Leliana would adore it, and she would surely let her know the moment she was uncomfortable. "If I untie you, are you going to be a good girl?"

"Mmm," Leliana giggled in that lovely accent that just dipped sensuality. "Yes, madame maîtresse." She smiled, winking. "I promise."

Smiling, she untied Leliana, but kept her hands physically restrained with her own, slowly moving her wonderful Orlesian lover onto her hands and knees, lying submissive before her. Then she let go of Leliana's wrists, now pinned behind her back, but Leliana kept them together tightly on her own.

With her in position, Mara fisted a hand into the sea of fiery red hair, pulling until Leliana arched back, utterly submissive.

"I'm going to start slowly," She whispered into Leliana's ear, revelling in her lover's wonderful shiver that she gave. "I will stop if you ask me to." She untangled her fingers from Leliana's hair and let that hand trail down, tracing her spine. It brought another shiver, and could see Leliana clutching at the blankets beneath her. Giving a soft, nonchalant hum in her attempt to appear in utter control, she continued down until her hand lay across Leliana's backside.

One utterly perfect, round and firm buttock filled her palm. She dug her fingers in, squeezing hard until Leliana let a long, velvety rich moan that filled the room.

Mara pulled her hand back and then brought it down in a heavy smack. Leliana gasped and moaned, moving herself higher into the air to give a better access to her. Mara chuckled and spanked her love again, on the other cheek.

Smack. Once again, where the first blow had landed, and this time a little harder. Leliana arched towards her, squirming.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Fast and hard, Mara spanked the spymaster's perfect behind, noting the puckered little hole that waited for her. Smack. Smack. Smack. Every time switching sides Then she paused, working her fingers on her lover's wet, wanting slit, stroking the hot, sensitive skin.

"You're enjoying this." Mara laughed, and Leliana nodded, repressing the urge to moan, eyes wide and dark with arousal. Then she drove her hand back down, smiling as she saw the redness of Leliana's ass, almost like her hair.

Instead of pulling her hand back this time, she slid it down again and began touching Leliana once more, fingers rubbing her lover's slit. Warm, soft and utterly wet.

Leliana thrust her ass out, and Mara gave it a hard, loud smack. She cried out, shaking and clutching at the blankets beneath her, lust dripping down her thigh. Each slap made the Orlesian's perfect buttocks bounce and jiggle; made Leliana squirm and moan, but still she resisted the urge to beg for mercy.

Each slap stung Mara's hand, but she wouldn't slow down. She would not stop, not until Leliana's ass was as red as her hair, or she begged.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Again and again her hand came down, until Leliana was at last sobbing and whimpering, shuddering and trembling, and the cheeks of her ass had turned bright red. Continuing to punish Leliana, Mara let her free hand grab the harness she had used when Leliana had been bent over the desk, slipping it on as best she could with one hand and never letting up with the second.

Finally she pulled her hand away completely, completely fastening her harness in moments. Before Leliana could open her eyes or protest, she put a hand on either of Leliana's hips and thrust forward.

As she reached five thrusts, Leliana's body clamped down on the toy, her back arching up as she screamed in ecstasy, her toes curling and fingers wringing into her hands.

Without missing a beat, Mara slid her toy from one hole to another, thrusting forward into Leliana's puckered little hole until Leliana screamed, her slit clenching on nothing as she cried at the top of her lungs, her fetish fulfilled.

As she recovered from the first two orgasm, Mara flipped Leliana onto her back and shoved herself into the wetness once more, mercilessly fucking Leliana's oversensitive womanhood until her orgasms began to melt into one another, again and again until she was left limp and shivering, barely conscious in her haze of pleasure.

Her lover fulfilled, Mara cast off the harness and lay next to her wife until the eyes that loved her so much opened once more, dark and wide still as she recovered from some of the best orgasms of her life.

"That was..." She stammered off, Mara revelling in every moment of Leliana's recovery.

"Satisfactory?" She teased, and Leliana giggled.

"Yes. Very much so." She lay back, stretching wonderfully. "Maker's breath, my angel. Amazing." She blew a kiss, and then was met by lips on her own, tongue slipping inside of her mouth.

"So, you feeling less stressed?" Mara asked after a long time of silence.

Leliana giggled again, nodding emphatically. "Oh yes." She pulled a blanket over her and her wife, cuddling close. "Very much so."

"Good."

"Though, could I ask you for a… favour?" She asked, and Mara nodded.

"I have a meeting tomorrow. Would you mind hiding under the table and… showing me just how magic you are?"

Mara threw her head back and laughed, cuddling the love of her life. "Of course, madame maîtresse. Anything for you."