Leliana POV:

I'm the first of the group to wake up, but I don't move or get up. If I start doing anything, then I'll be the one stuck making breakfast. Instead, I've spent my time examining the elf beside me. Tabris is lying on her stomach with her face pointing towards me. Filthy, blonde hair is slicked down with sweat; her pale, wet skin is sickly in the current light; and her crooked teeth are sticking out between bruised lips. Cautiously, I reach out and push some hair off of her forehead. The elf sighs in her sleep and subconsciously leans into my tough. I allow my fingertips to slide along her slick skin for a moment, then pull back. I don't want the angry woman to wake up with me touching her.

You're a tough, tough woman to love. I suppose you know that though. Ah well, fighting to love you is half of the fun of loving you. I'm certain the elf likes me. However, I can already see she'll never say it out loud. I just need to build up enough courage to talk to her. My tent partner turns over and I can see her back where her shirt lifts up. Angry, swollen lines and red, tight skin run up and down the entire length of her back. I'm still finding it difficult to accept that some random mugger just decided to skin her. There has to be more to it than that. I just can't push her. I reach out and lightly move some of her hair off of the back of her neck.

I instantly snatch my hand back when the woman tenses up and begins jerking awake. The elf awkwardly pushes herself up and looks around. When she sees me dressed and kneeling beside her she, obviously, questions me. Thankfully, that question isn't exactly as intelligent as I feared. "Wasat?". I pat the ground instead of her and try to get her moving. "We're at the lake. We need to eat breakfast, then go.". The elf groans and buries her face in the pillow. I chuckle, then get up and go over to Morrigan's tent. The mage is asleep and Duncan is snoring in the corner. I nudge the dog with my foot and hear him jerk awake. The mabari turns his head upwards and begins panting at me.

I whistle and grab his harness. The boy allows me to drag him into the warden's tent. Duncan instantly begins whining and straining against me. I smirk and allow him to be free. In less than thirty seconds the elf is up and ready to go. Duncan, however, is still bounding around her and trying to play. I allow the woman to finish getting ready as I go outside and begin making breakfast. Some slices of ham are crackling over the fire by the time my companions join me. Morrigan is as fancy and dressed-up as always. The elf has her armor on backwards and her hair is the messiest I've ever seen it. My future love (alright, that might be going a little too far) is the firs to be served.

My friend takes the meat and mumbles her thanks. Then, she begins eating exactly how I imagine Duncan will. I toss Duncan his share and, sure enough, he and the warden look like they could be related. I slide Morrigan her share, sigh when I don't get a thanks, and eat my own breakfast. Finally, we all finish up and pack up our stuff. The warden hides it all before motioning for us to begin. All four of us walk over to the docks that lead to the tower. A Templar is standing guard and snaps to attention when he sees us. "Halt! T-". The warden shoves him into the lake and hops into the only boat. Morrigan begins cackling while I roll my eyes.

I'm going to need to calm her down before trying anything with her. The warden and I end up rowing us to the Circle Tower. When we're inside the tower I see the lead Templar commanding his fellows. The elf of the group groans and walks over. Instantly, she demands to know what's going on. "I need mages to fight darkspawn. Where are the mages?". The Templar points behind him and begins to explain. "Demons have overrun the tower. We're sealing it off be-". The elf pushes by him, pushes by the guards closing the door, and yells a warning over her shoulder. "I'm killing everything in there until I get to the mages. If your men get in the way, they aren't immune to that rule.".

Duncan, Morrigan, and I are barely able to keep up with her. The elf leads us around the twisting hallway past multiple rooms. Our walk is only stopped by a group of mages. A silver-haired woman is fending off a demon from two young adults and two children. The older mage easily kills the monster, then slams a barrier up on the only other doorway here. Morrigan and I hang back as the elf and mage talk. The mage starts. "What's happening? Who're you?". The elf throws her arms in the air. "I'm a warden. I need mages for my battle. The Templars are probably going to kill you, so I came in and decided to kill any demon I saw. Now, put the barrier down so I can keep killing demons.".

The mage cocks her head. "You're here to help? Also, my name's Wynne.". My crush groans. "Yes! Put the barrier down!". The mage stands firm. "I want to accompany you!". The elf groans and turns around. I see her raise her hand and point at Morrigan. "We don't need two mages. Go meet Alistair and help him.". Morrgian looks absolutely offended. "Send your dog!". The elf shakes her head. "You're in the best shape of the entire group, and you're the only one who can survive the trip alone.". The younger mage looks slightly less offended. In fact, she even agrees. "Okay. Try not to get yourself killed while I'm gone.".

Morrigan walks off and my crush scoffs. Then, she turns and begins storming up the tower. Our new companion isn't much of a fighter, but she's an amazing healer. Any wound I get throughout the entire fight up the tower is easily healed. She even manages to revive the warden halfway through a battle when she's knocked unconscious. Duncan and the elf now have the ability to be the warriors they were meant to be. Both of them can charge in and do as much damage as possible without worrying about having to protect themselves. If they ever get hurt or pained, then (I think her name was Wynne) is there to patch them up.

The poor old woman is exhausted easily and hardly has time to cast any offensive spells; however, healing the two warriors of our group is even better than attacking by herself. We spend hours after hours working our way up to tower, and I'm certain it's in no small part because of Wynne. Her healing is making all of this possible. My group cuts its way through abominations, demons, and hostile mages. We work our way up floor by floor and occasionally take breaks. The only mercy is the tower only has a few floors. We're all exhausted and tired, but alive when we reach the final room. My elven friend opens the door and a demon stands before us. We're barely inside when he casts his spell.

? POV:

I'm woken up by lips suckling on my neck. I groan and bring my hands up to tangle in thick, ratty hair. Slowly, I open my eyes and look down. A blonde head is moving from side to side as sharp, uneven teeth nip my skin. I twine my fingers into the hair and begin tugging on it. Pointed ears are revealed and I realize exactly who's sucking my neck. "Tabris.". The elf looks up and a grin splits her face. The warden doesn't say anything as she comes up to lock her lips with mine. Her soft, warm lips meet mine and I instantly know I need her. I grab the woman's shoulders and shove her off of me. The elf is barley off when I grab her again and push her underneath me.

Another grin comes to the woman's face. I reach out and cup her soft face. The elf closes her eyes, gives an over-dramatic moan, and licks the side of my hand. I take my hand away and lean down to the elf's neck. I suck on the salty skin I find there and tease her flesh with my teeth. The elf begins shaking and groaning. "Leliana. Please.". I pull back and cockily ask her a question. "What do you want me to do?". Her legs snake up and wrap themselves against my waist. "Fuck me. Ravage me until I can't breathe; pound me until my cunt is bleeding; suck my tits until they're dry; rip away my fragile innocence.".

I trail my hands down her naked stomach, but hesitate above her waist. "What?". Blue eyes snap open and look at me. Her grin falls into a sadden smile. "I've never been with anyone.". She grinds her hips into me. "You'll be my first.". She wraps her arms around me and pulls herself up to whisper in my ear. "Do it. Be like the savage humans of old and claim your elven bride by fucking her raw. Tear away my innocence and make me a human's whore.". I feel my desire grow and throb as longing builds inside me. I ignore her genitals. Instead, I rest both of my hands against her face. Tabris looks up at me with loving and trusting eyes.

That's when I smack her. The elf sits in stunned silence, but I can see the longing in her eyes. I lean down and whisper a slur in her ear before each hit. "Flat ears.". Smack! "Halla-rider.". Smack! "Rattus.". Smack! "Wood elf savage.". Smack! "Rabbit.". Smack! "Knife-ear.". Smack! Tabris throws her head back and lets out a long, low groan. "Please. Please, fuck me. Hit me and strangle me and make me your lowly slave.". I smirk and bring my hands up to her neck. I lace my fingers around her throat and squeeze as hard as I can. I don't allow her to feel my touch or love against her cunt. Instead, I watch her turn the loveliest shade of purple.

I'm still hurting the elf when I hear someone approach us. I look over and see a red-headed woman with a bow looking at me with disgust. I sneer at her and continue tempting the elf. The bitch is so weak willed and pathetic that she'll stay with me. And, as long as she stays with me I'll continue doing my job. Tempting her to give in to her desire. Suddenly, the woman beneath me moans a name. "Leliana...". The red-headed woman slides to her knees beside the bed. "I'm here. I'll-". The elf reaches up and grasps my face. "Leliana, harder. Please. Fuck me. Make me yours.".

I tighten my fingers so she can't even speak, but the human has heard enough. Her entire face is red and she's breathing heavy. Looks like she's the person this damned elf is seeing me as. If I wasn't a demon I'm sure I'd think this was awkward. Thankfully, I'm still a demon and continue strangling the elf. Finally, the human regains her senses. "Let her go!". I scoff and grind down into the elf. "Does it look like she wants to be let go?". The human steps closer. "Let her go, or else.". I laugh. "Or e-". Her dagger sliding through my face answers my question pretty clearly.