The Face of Desire

So surprise surprise, decided to write another fic based off another video game I enjoy thoroughly. At this rate I'll need to write a story for each fandom I'm into XD

So this is based off my character from Dragon Age: Origins who went through the human mage background.

After seeing the scene of where you can negotiate with the Desire Demon to free Connor and Arl Eamon... some lovely ideas came to mind.

So this will be a multiple chapter fic. For how long... not really sure... the majority of the context will be woman on woman but there may be a bit of male here and there. I don't really have an idea where this is going... but hey, sometimes its fun to wing it, right?

Anyways hope you enjoy!

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I run through the winding pathways of mist and fog, the terrain stretching out before me like the webs that a spider makes, yet sinewy like a mortal's flesh. Imagery made from the minds of those who dream and fear. I don't bother to look at the spirits who pass me by, knowing they are dwelling upon their own realities while I must stick to the task at hand.

It is far too easy to fall into the fantasy of one's own personal wishes... many a people, both of the magic background and not can get lost here. Many of my fellow mages back at the Circle have faced a similar fate, their bodies disposed by the Templars, erasing their mortal forms from existence in fear of one of the demons to overtake it while their souls are lost to this void of all and nothing, forced to wander forever or let one of the demons consume their essence.

I was one of the stronger ones naturally... so many have foretold it. I sometimes wondered if my parents felt such a thing for me but I didn't remember them well. I know my teachers always thought well of me, especially First Enchanter Irving. Gregoir, on the other hand, thought of me nothing more than a nuisance and to be watched as strictly as the other mages, even more so once I accomplished the Harrowing.

One who definitely saw my potential was Duncan. Thinking of him almost made me lose track of my current objective, my eyes wandering across the sea of spirits wondering if I would catch a glimpse of him. But I knew better. What I see here would be based off my own desire... Duncan was strong. He would be in a far better place than this...

He was so strong... both in wisdom and actual physical strength. And now he was dead and I was left with a far greater burden, now branded as a Grey Warden. Part of me almost regrets taking on this task... but Duncan saw things in me that maybe I have not realized myself. Besides being cooped up in that tower for the rest of my life would do me no good. It was nice to be free, to do what I wanted, both good and bad. I was not a perfect person... heck I'm sure the elves and dwarves surmised us humans to be nothing but despicable. Can't say I blame them... we can be.

Yet as despicable as I may be, those that follow me seem to not look at that, or push past it. Alistair, my fellow Grey Warden, sees me as one of his own, two of a clan. He is far purer than I but his strength is different than mine. There are things that he can do that I never could. His kindness and charitable ways, overlooking some things of others... I could never do that. Yet on the flip side I could make the decisions that he couldn't... to take the dirty blows and let it tarnish my name... my very soul. At times he would chastise me for it, and I would blow it off... but he still follows me, trusting my judgement. But for how long?

My other fellow mage companion, Morrigan, sometimes I connect better with than I would like to admit. Maybe of her strong feminist views I believe in, yet at the same time, as much fun as wanton destruction is, living in utter chaos is just ridiculous. And power isn't everything. A big part of life, but not the part. There is always a price to pay... the blood on my hands, the blemish on my soul... the tears that I shed that only I can see. We may be almost of the same age, but she is still young in some regards. But then again... so am I.

Leliana is on another spectrum of the scale, similar to Alistair on some degree but far more vocal about her beliefs, especially to the Goddess Andraste. I was never much for religion, but I do have to commend her beliefs. The passion in her eyes was real, but not crazed as those from the Chantry may appear to be. Sure at times our heads may clash, my way of things going against her ethics. It was amusing really, to see her and I in a debate, Morrigan goading us on and Alistair unsure of who to side with. But at the end of the day she keeps on telling me she respects my choices, my own beliefs, even if they are jaded. How big of her, no?

The qunari Sten can definitely give someone headaches for one who doesn't talk so much. The honour of battle... his views of how the two genders should live their lives, oh that one there brings enough headaches. A woman can fight if she so desires it. But different lifestyles... he doesn't know anything of what it was like in my life at the Circle, nor do I know of what he had done before he became captured after slaying some farmers. A part of me, deep down inside, wanted to leave him in that steel cage. Sometimes I ask why I set him free... yet a man of his caliber would do more good on the battlefield then dead amongst darkspawn. And he is wise... when I choose to really listen.

Even my Mabari hound, who I have named Shredder, has me perplexed in his doting loyalty. Granted yes, any dog can become attached to their master... but why me? Yes, I did take pity of him back at Ostagar that made me go out of my way to get the herbs to heal him... but what really attracted him to me? Maybe I just smelt good... I nearly snort at such a thought. But at least I know he wouldn't betray me. His loyalty I could definitely count on.

And last but not least, my little ex Antivan Crow elf assassin. Zevran was a peculiar character and I got a lot of discord and worry from my comrades to let him stay after he tried to kill us. I did see him as a source of knowledge from Loghain sending him. But perhaps I saw a bit of myself in him... he was amusing at least, both for his sultry pickup lines and his amusing stories. Did I really trust him? No. But was I willing to give him a chance? I smirked. Only time will tell... or how folly he'd be to stab me in the back again...

I shake my head slightly, clearing my thoughts, narrowing eyes in concentration. I've been doing that a lot, thinking back to what was my purpose of being here, to have the weight of the world, in a sense, bearing down on my shoulders, and why on earth my companions stuck by me. But falling into bad habits could leave me dead... especially now in such a confusing and dangerous world.

I wondered if it was really worth it, to let Jowan commit this blood magic ritual and sacrifice Isolde, though mind you she was grating my nerves and I was itching to see her bleed, though none would ever really know. I could of just easily killed off her son, Connor, and be done with this charade... but it wasn't the boy's fault. It may of been foolish, but he was only looking out for his father... as I could hear his whispers and mutterings everytime I came close to him here, only to be blasted away from that which held him and forced me to backtrack to another route.

I suppose I could of gone to the Circle... but going to them for help seemed not to settle well with me. As well as I didn't want to submit Jowan to their clutches. Him being a Blood Mage was not what bothered me... it was something else. For a while, I felt more to him than a friend and seeing him with Lily brought a sting to my heart. But on the other hand I was happy for him and those feelings have now longed pass. He was miserable without her and was doing what he could to survive, even if it was siding with Loghain. At least he took up the mantle of trying to take responsibility for his actions...

It really was a good thing Alistair was not with me as I watched the life drain from Isolde. I knew he wasn't fond of her... but I also knew he wouldn't want her to die. But that was too late now... and a mother's will to protect her child was strong and there was no way I could dissuade her from not sacrificing her life. She would not let Connor fall for his mistakes this time around.

He was a slippery little devil, pardon the pun, trying to track him down in the Fade. I could sense the presence of the demon that he had made a pact with, saw glimpses of it, the form of a woman, attacking back. I could feel her power on my skin... and I could taste her on my lips. There was a calling to her... which made me only want to keep on guard. This was one I haven't faced before... one that held a higher form of power...

A clearing now showed before me and as I jogged towards it, I could see the figure of the demon... and did I almost falter in my little run.

She was utterly divine. My eyes drank in her lithe yet sensual form, the palette of of the pale gray tight, supple flesh adorned with gold jewelry elegantly strung around her neck, leading down to the tassels covering the nubs of her bosom. Tainted white silk adorned her forearms and straps of ornate fabric crisscrossed over her front, seeming to just hold in place by how it rested on her hips, though one would wonder if a jerk would send it pooling down... Said fabric trailed down to her thighs, where more tainted, ruffled white silk reached to her ankles, revealing her reptilian feet, alluring in their own way.

Her sleek, long tail wagged slowly from left to right behind her, ending with a spaded tip that seemed to slice through the air, bringing thoughts of what else it could slice into. My eyes rode up her form after breaking gaze from the appendage, appreciating her slender clawed digits to the curve of her neck to finally that beautiful face. I swallowed hard as I slowed to a stop before her, a few feet parting us as I appreciate how smooth and full those lips are to those eyes that captivate the attention of all who look into them. Crimson red lights shooting out from black. I could feel my throat go dry as I let my orbs wander momentarily to her beautiful obsidian curled horns and then to her dark hair slicked back, the purple fire that danced around it, melding into her flesh around the side of her eyes, giving more life to her...

She smirked at me, an all knowing look that she knew she had my complete and utter attention, like so many more prey she had before her.

"Very well. No more illusions. Now we meet, face-to-face. You see my true form, and stand in my domain. It is here I am most powerful..." she begins to speak, the sultry, seductive tone calling out to me, sending a chill through me as a dual, yet faint, disembodied voice speaks with her, both instilling me with want yet fear. She raises a hand up coyly, running it across her right breast, the flesh moving almost like water to her touch till it resettles perfectly in place. She would never need a bra for support, that is for sure.

"And yet... I have no wish to engage your power, nor should you be so eager to engage mine. Perhaps we should converse instead?"

It took me a few minutes for those words to settle in as I look at her thoughtfully for a few moments. A part of me knew deep down I had to tread carefully. She definitely was powerful... but if she was wanting to negotiate I had to be more on guard. I wasn't cocky, but I had confidence in my abilities that I could match her, blow for blow. But part of me was poking at me, prodding at me, asking if I wanted to waste such an opportune moment. I knew what my mission was and I would not lose sight of it... but a more selfish side of me wanted to see what this demon could truly offer.

"I am willing to talk" was my best steady response. The corners of her lips flicker upwards at this.

"Ah, good. I prefer reasonable negotiation whenever possible. Your goal is for me to release the boy's soul, is that right?"

I wasn't surprised that she knew. It was kind of obvious with me chasing the boy around in here, trying to persuade him to come back, as well as sacrificing his mother in the first place to get here. Yet I pause at her words, truly thinking. It was more so Arl Eamon's life that I wanted to guarantee safety for. In the fight against Loghain and later on the darkspawn, we'd need him alive. The boy was merely a stepping stone to getting to him. Yes, the boy was an innocent, to a point, but the real prize at hand was his father.

"I just need the father. I care not for the boy". Her facial expression turns that into a light frown, and for some reason something shoots through me strongly that I must desperately need to change that expression.

"The boy is useless to me without the father. I release one, I release both". Her features then change to a coy expression and the tension inside for thinking I displeased her seemed to melt away a little. "What if you could persuade me to leave voluntarily? No fuss, no bloodshed".

I raised my eyebrows at this, interest apparent in my own dark eyes. It would be nice to not have to fight her... and deep down a part of me wouldn't want to mar such beautiful flesh, unless it was in the throws of passion. I lightly shake my head at such a thought, trying to keep my mind on the matter at hand. There was a catch to this... there must be. I look at her carefully, trying to keep the eagerness in my eyes from showing.

"And why would you do such a thing?" A thoughtful look appears in those blood red crimson eyes as she tilts her head to the side.

"So you will at least consider it? Let me make a proposition then. I abandon the boy... for now. But I retain the contract he and I made and many years from now I may return and claim what is mine. This will be long after whatever you want is done. In exchange I will provide something of value to you. Something you... desire. What say you?"

I freeze at her words, my hands feeling clammy all of a sudden and yet the inside of my body, even if its not all here, considerably hot. She couldn't possibly mean... I shake my head slightly but she continues to smirk at me in that knowing way... it was without a doubt she would get what she wants here. Perhaps I am showing a weakness... one I'd never show to any other. I've always longed for something... to let go of the reins to revel in what I want. And it is not like the others will know. My body shall show no true effects unless they decide to poke and prod my still form back at the castle, but seeing as Zevran wasn't there, I was safe.

A part of me whispers if this is really worth it... and I look into her eyes again, the answer already coming to me the minute I lock gaze.

Yes.

"What would you give me, exactly?" I asked innocently enough, though there was a flicker in my eyes. A flicker of an amused smile came my way before she responded.

"Well I offer much. Power, knowledge, pleasure. What is it you desire?" The way she had said pleasure sent tingles right down to my womb and I could feel my petals wettening more to her presence. Even if this is the Fade... getting aroused now feels just as real as if I was back on the mortal plain.

I lock my now burning gaze with hers, rivaling the purple embers around her hair as I clench my hands at my side before opening them slowly, stretching the muscles in my whole form, relaxing myself for the event to come.

"I'll take pleasure, demon. Show me what you've got" I proclaimed, my voice coming out strongly, but full of want. A glint comes to her eye.

"Then allow me to show you what it means to touch the face of desire, creature. It is something that you shall not soon forget" she hissed off in the end and tingles run down my spine. I did not doubt those words.

She saunters close to me, her hips moving lightly from side to side, mesmerising me as the breath catches in my throat, staying stock still, a part of me afraid that one move would shatter the image before me. The closer she came, the hotter it came all around, my face flushing from the sensations, the ripples in the air, the land around us seeming to sway and accommodate her.

She is then before me, smirking still, her clawed hands reaching out to gently caress my forearms, heat pouring through me as she brings her face in close, the scent of black roses and perfumes that the prostitutes of the Pearl would die to have.

My eyes flutter as she presses her lips to mine softly, the wet, sweet flesh massaging my own, moistening my own lips, that were dry before. She leans back and then presses her lips forward again, further caressing as my hands hesitate for a moment, lost in this light headed feeling before I finally place my hands on those delightful hips, moaning softly at how soft the flesh was, how warm my hands got and how more signals shot down to my dripping vagina.

Her hands coil snugly around my arms, encouraging me as my fingers slip beneath the the sides of her lower garments, lightly tickling her flesh, she murmuring in a pleased reply as she presses her lips harder to mine, her tongue flicking back and forth against my closed lips before I finally open them for her, letting her snake the warm slick flesh in, rolling it along my teeth till lightly flicking the underside of my canines. I gasp softly as a sweet yet light coppery taste filled my mouth, realizing it was her blood... blood that she voluntarily shed.

My eyes rolled completely shut to this, warm colours flashing against the closed lids as I latched onto that tongue, my own curling around it as I suckled, wanting more of her taste, more of her, my senses burning. She encouraged me, not relenting at all as she pulls our bodies closer together, her bosom pressing against mine snugly, her tail lightly trailing around the middle of my spine to my tailbone and I twitch, melting in her embrace and her kiss. She presses a slender thigh between my own, pushing my skirt up lightly as she presses firmly against my moistened underwear, rubbing slightly back and forth, my hips vibrating as I squeeze her thigh, not wanting to pull it out.

She chuckles, pulling her lips away from mine and I let out a noise of protest, that even though I needed to breathe I was suffocating without her mouth on me. I looked at her with a hazed gaze and I could tell that she knew this. She must of done this loads of times... but I did not care. For this point in time, she was mine and solely mine... and I wanted so desperately to be hers... how I envied that little brat of a boy...

"You've never experienced this before... have you?" she mouths to my ear and I lean into her voice as her tongue lightly trails along the canal before softly dipping inside that my stomach was doing backflips. I tried to string words together to answer her, but only mumbles were coming from my lips that she bites my earlobe, her fangs pricking a place for blood to leak out that another soft gasp became a moan of pleasure as she suckled my own blood out through the nick she created.

I never had any bonding with any other person. Most of my nights were curled up alone, my fingers placed along my opening, bringing me to temporary orgasms, but never fulfilling. I was always wanting but those around me never seemed suitable...

"Well I am honoured that I am your first..." she purrs, her left hand trailing down my arm as she presses her now bloody lips to mine, making me taste my life energy through her as her hand interlocks mine, her claws lightly digging into my knuckles, massaging the flesh. Her hand felt so perfect within mine, like two pieces to a puzzle. But it had to be what she was... not who she is... yet that didn't seem to sit right...

Her hand draws away from mine as she drags her lips across my cheek, smearing my blood with it though it did not stay long as her tongue laps away the red liquid, slowly making a path down to my neck and I arch it back for her, the ghost of a kiss teasing around my larger jugular veins as her hand wanders over to the right shoulder pad of my outfit, lightly fingering the soft pelt before tugging it down off my shoulder and down my arm but not off completely, the tight outfit locking my arm to my side, leaving my right hand having not much choice but to stick to her hip, not that I was complaining.

As she did this my ample sized right breast popped free. I wore no bra seeing as the tightness of this outfit did not need one, nor was there much space to put one on. My nipple sprung to life, and I didn't realize how much it ached till it was exposed. The demon snickers more and she reaches out, the tip of her index clawed finger lightly flicking it and I jerk roughly, my thighs clamping her thigh firmly as my juices soak through, my body seizing in pleasure.

"You definitely are a virgin" she whispers in a bemused tone as she kisses my neck. "But a dirty one at that..."

Her finger circles around my nipple as her other hand reaches to do the same thing to the other side of my outfit, locking my left arm to the side as my other breast pops free, its nipple also poking out, begging for attention. She seems to consider its need slowly, doing the same thing as her other hand, circling the outside of the nipple for a while as I writhe slightly, palming her hips. She gives a particular hard kiss to my neck before she plunges her fangs into it, just as her fingers press down hard on my nipples, earning a guttural cry of pleasure from the pits of my stomach as I dig my fingers into her hips.

She drains the blood from me slowly and I writhe, moaning like a wanton whore as she further twists my nipples, alternating between that and tugging them roughly that I almost crumple to the ground if it wasn't for her leg pressed firmly between my own, preventing such a thing as I grind her thigh, wetting her further.

Just when I thought I may go faint from the blood she took, she releases my neck as well as my hardened, red nubs. Her hands move to firmly grip my shoulders as she pushes me to the ground, my staff slipping and falling to the ground, rolling away from me as I was now flat on my back, watching with rapt attention as the demon moved to straddle my hips as her hands reach to take my full mounds, massaging them firmly as the tips of her claws poke into the soft flesh. I squirm beneath her as the tip of her tail trails along my covered calves, yet I could feel it through the material of my leather thigh high boots. Almost like a knife tracing along my flesh... make that a very hot knife.

I struggled to reach up to touch her and she chuckles at my efforts, only being able to lightly grip part of her leggings. She leans her face down towards mine, her crimson eyes dancing before me as she smiles darkly.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Gods yes..." I pant as her hands move up from my breasts to over my collar bone and finally cupping my face, her thumbs lightly rubbing over my lips.

She leans down and kisses me deeply and I respond eagerly, are tongues rolling over the other, curling as her hands move through my hair, reaching for the elastic that keeps it in a ponytail before tugging it out firmly, spilling my long black hair loose to the ground. She draws her lips away from mine after this, a trail of saliva keeping them connected till she pulls too far up for it to remain and I seem to stare at the disconnection, my heart beating fast as if that action would mean that she would pull away forever.

Her hands moved to the sides of my outfit that was pinning my arms, slowly bringing it down my body and I pull my hands free at the end, wiggling my hips to let her pull off my outfit completely, dragging it slowly off my hips, where it seemed to snag for a moment, before trailing it down my legs, slowly I felt, trying to tease me more, though as if she wasn't doing a good job already. She tossed it to the side as it cleared my feet and then worked on my boots. Each one she slowly pulled off, kissing and licking at the exposed flesh as she went, the scent of my arousal most pungent now. Once my footwear was gone, I was clad only in my soaked underwear and she turned back to me, a dangerous smile on her face.

She lowered herself over me, pressing her tasseled covered breasts over my exposed one, the gold plating pressing into my nipples, earning a noise from my throat as she kisses me deeply again, nipping at my lips as I feel something press against my covered opening till I finally realized it was her tail, the spade end rubbing up and down that my arms snap around her, hugging her close as I moan loudly into her ear, bucking eagerly against her hips.

She chuckles and slips free from my grasp, kissing her way down my body, seeming to map all my muscles and curves with her lips and eyes as her tail slips beneath my underwear, making me still in anticipation as it snaps the wet undergarment off completely, flicking it to the side as she kisses lower down my body and I let out a whimper as she is directly over my watering nethers. She smiles sweetly at me, but a sweetness that had a poison underneath that would seep through me and make me further intoxicated.

My thighs part for her willingly though my face flushes more. She quirks her lips appreciatively as she presses her hands against my thighs, as if to make sure they would stay open, not that I would close them in any means. She lowers her face to my nethers, blowing cool air over the petals that cause me to jerk a bit, little rivers of arousal leaking out.

And then she kisses me as passionately as she did with the lips on my face. She mouths the petals, suckling gently at first as the heat from the purple flames curls around me and I moan out softly, arching back, my hands scrabbling against the ground as her tongue seeps out to flicker against my labia, wetting every single fold further, her saliva increasing my temperature considerably as my hips twitch against the ground.

Her licks become more insistent, trailing along the opening but not going in till she finds my clitoris and flicks at it gently at first, and then more roughly, not giving it a moment's rest and surges of pleasure ring through me and my hips are now fully off the ground, her hands clutching my thighs firmly as she presses her mouth further against my lower one, her teeth gently closing around the sensitive nub and I let out a guttural cry, my pants increasing in tempo as my eyes roll back again as my hands begin to shakily wander down my body, reaching for her head.

I could barely see straight, the Fade seeming to warp and twist around me as my hands finally made contact with those purple flames. They did not burn me as normal fire would, but it did scorch my senses, my body beginning to overheat against as the flickers of heat curled around my digits, seeming to run as easily as if she had silky flowing locks. I push further to grasp her head gently, mewling from how warm she felt. The minute my fingers had connected with her head did her tongue draw away from my clit after one long lick before promptly inserting it into my vagina and I gasped out plentifully at this, my walls constricting around the wet fleshy appendage.

She pushes in as far as she can, seeming to want to hit my g-spot yet my hymen seems to block her efforts somewhat. Not discouraged in the least, she finds a little slit within the membrane and pushes past it, the tip being able to flick her prize and it sends me reeling, my fingers clutching her more firmly as I let out a cry of ecstasy, my hips mashing further against her face.

My hands overheat from the flames, trickles of hot sweat going through her hair but she does not seem to care and continues to flick her tongue at a speed no mere mortal could obtain and I couldn't stop myself from bucking, utterly consumed by her skills. Her teeth lightly nibbled along some of my folds which sends me reeling. Even if she bit down and made me bleed, I wouldn't care. I just wanted her.

I could feel the swell of my first orgasm approaching and my lower half lifts higher off the ground, trails of drool slithering down my lips as I breathed heavily from what was to come, my delectable demon continuing to lick the essence out of me. And then my hands clench against her head hard, my limbs seizing as the knot that had been tightening in my stomach immediately shreds apart and a scream of pure pleasure leaves me lips as she greedily drinks in the fluids from my orgasm rushing out.

Stars were before my eyes and even now the world looked more messed than before. My body was quivering, coming off its highs as my hands slips from her head. I swallow hard, and where there was a generous amount of saliva before, now I was parched, dying of thirst. But not for plain water...

My eyes lock with hers as she draws her lips away from the place between my legs, an all knowing smile adorning her features. I reach my hands out to her, my fingers trembling as I yearned to grab hold of her.

"Please..." I croaked, not caring about the amount of lust pouring from my lips. "I need you..."

"Do you now?" she purrs as she stands to full height, her hands hooking into the straps at her hips. "It looks like you need a drink..."

"I need you" I reiterated again, my breaths coming in hitched gasps. She smiles at me and sways her hips from side to side, the fabric she slowly eases down off her sides and I watched, mesmerized, as the pants roll down her legs slowly, as if letting me appreciate each inch of skin that was exposed. Such a flawless creature.

Once it reached her ankles she easily stepped out of the material, kicking it to the side as her hands reach back to undo the golden necklace, slowly pulling it off, the tassels coming off with it, revealing two perfect nipples, looking like the sweetest and darkest cherries I've ever seen.

As she tosses it to the side, along with the sleeves on her arms, she slowly walks over me, her hips and tail swaying in perfect unison as she is standing directly over my face and look up to see those perfect nether lips. My mouth seems to salivate again at such a beautiful sight as my hands reach up to stroke up and down her calves. She smirks and crouches down over my mouth, one of her hands reaching out as she draws her claws through my hair.

"Drink from me creature" she purrs and tugs at my hair lightly, drawing my face up, not that I needed to be told twice as I lightly press my lips to her folds, licking at the moist slit. A strong jolt goes through me at such a taste. There was no way to describe it. The most delectable foods... the strongest of liqueurs... scent of the most invigorating perfumes... she was all but more and I needed more.

I push my face up more and eagerly lap at her essence, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she gave me. She moans seductively in reply, pushing my face more encouragingly into her essence as I begin to drink more from her, my fingers reaching up to part her folds as my eyes lock contact with her clitoris. I trail my tongue around it experimentally at first, the heating from it warming my tongue more than was possible before I greedily suckle on it, earning a soft pant from those luscious lips and I could see from the corner of my eye she trailed her dark purple tongue out across lips, those crimson eyes burning into mine.

I sucked harder, earning more sharp gasps from her, the sound of her voice lulling my mind into a haze as I finally release her clit before dipping my tongue into her own walls, probing as deep as I can go, my tongue seeming to lightly reach her own pleasure node and I flick at it as best as I can, curling and prodding. For a moment I was worried if my efforts were not enough but with how she was moaning and growling out in ecstasy I knew I was doing well.

I almost stop as I feel something sharp flicker against my folds causing my hips to buck as a whimper escapes from my liquid covered lips. She chuckles at this despite her own moans, the spaded tail continuing to press and drag along the outer folds of my labia, collecting the moisture that was still there. My eyes rolled back, my tongue stilling here and there with every stroke. I just wanted to fall into her touches but I also wanted her to release as well.

I drew my tongue out languidly as she almost makes a mewl of disappointment till I replace it with two of my fingers, finding not so much resistance on sliding in, but some when I wanted to pull them out. Giving her a smirk of my own I began to pick up the tempo of my fingering, prodding at her spot, feeling the little vibrations against the pad of my fingers. She moans out louder at this and I feel the slice of her tail against my slit again, my thighs sprawling open wider for her.

Another of my digits slip in and I pump into her harder, my lips finding solace in her clitoris again and nips at it lightly that she lets out a guttural cry of her own, her beautiful eyes hazed in dark lust that she pushes my head closer against her firmly, her fingers tugging sharply at my hair as the tip of her tail prods at my entrance, not being able to get in unless she uses force but at this point I wouldn't care. She could rip my vagina and bleed me open and I would be a happy woman...

I curl my fingers inside her, another of my fingers slipping in, stretching her walls considerably as she humps her hips against me, animalistic growls coming from those lips, baring a hint of fang, a faint tinge of my blood from before still there. Her gaze locks with mine again, burning deep inside as the flames curl upwards and around her beautiful horns. She tightens more considerably and as a grin creeps up my lips, I nip down hard on her clitoris again and jab my fingers up sharply against her womb, pressing against her node that she screams out, her hands clamping hard onto the sides of my head as the strength of her vaginal muscles clamping down firmly on my fingers and the wave of juices flowing into my mouth unbelievable yet I drink it all, not wasting a drop, worshipping her completely with my tongue and fingers.

Finally as I draw my fingers out, licking along each digit slowly, making sure that she watches as she eases her hold on my head, her right hand trailing down to cup my face, stroking the side of my cheek with her thumb. Her tail flicks against my own clitoris and I whimper out.

"Tonight you shall be a virgin no longer" she lets out in a low, seductive hiss. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. And from those words the knot in my belly tightens again almost on command.

She moves down my body a bit till she is laying flat on me, her hardened nipples pressing against mine, using her thighs to keep my legs open as she leans down to kiss me, the taste of the others juices on each of our lips. I drank from that kiss, my arms winding around her neck as she massages along my sides. She grinds her wet pussy against mine, our liquids mixing with the other. And then I feel her tail again, lightly stroking up and down my slit and I twitch beneath her, holding her closer to me.

She kisses me again, seeming to look into my eyes for a moment before she mashes her lips to mine firmly as the spade of her tail begins to push its way in. My brow crinkles in pain from the intrusion but her kissing me seems to keep me distracted as her tongue coaxes its way into my mouth again as her tail beings to spin slowly, inch by inch getting further into my vagina. Another spasm of pain runs through me, but its a hot pain, one that temps me to burn completely under her flames.

The spade continues to spin and with a squelching noise it has completely forced its way into my tight vagina and a second later something tears in two within me and I let out a sharp cry against her mouth, my tongue eagerly coaxing hers as my legs draw up slightly as I could feel the trickles of my disheveled purity seep out. My hips are aching, twitching against the intrusion, but one that I am beginning to enjoy immensely. The hot pain slowly numbing into white hot pleasure.

She parts from my lips and smirks knowingly down at me as she grinds her hips against mine, the tail beginning to vibrate back and forth, slowly at first. I could feel the sharp edges cut into me, but the pain brought more pleasure, and it wasn't necessarily my flesh that was bleeding, but more so deep within my soul.

I wrap my legs around her waist and she grabs them roughly and hoists them up higher on her hips and I lock them there as her tail fucks me harder, leaning up slightly, watching mesmerised as her perfect breasts jiggle back and forth in front of my face that I couldn't resist but to take one of those dark cherries into my mouth, suckling hard on it as my other hand twisted the neglected one, and I alternated my lips back and forth, earning another delicious purr from her.

She drives her tail in deeper, stretching my walls as I jerk when she lightly taps my g-spot. I look at her, eyes hazing over again and she smirks, doing the motion again, and again... and again... it felt like I was on cloud nine, my moans muffled by her sweet delicious areolas. Soon my lips part from them so I can breathe, my tongue rolling out and she hugs me firmly to her, grinding me further as her tail jams in harder and faster, the spade spinning inside, rolling the insides of my vagina as if it was moulding clay, reshaping and remoisturizing it with the help of my arousal.

My breath hitches higher, my vision blurring as I hungrily snatch her lips to mine, bitting her, taking that sweet divine blood again which makes my brain reel further into the depths of this carnal pleasure as she growls against me, rubbing her vagina furiously against mine and her tail, the tail seeming to plow her juices inside me, the heat becoming unimaginable as the knot inside swells tighter and we continue our hungry and sloppy kiss.

I was so close to the brink, feeling like I was being teased from my impending release. I whimpered against her, our teeth lightly grating the other as my hands swarm over her back and shoulders, my actions telling her how hot and bothered she was getting me... how much I needed her. I didn't even care if this was what she did to others... I just wanted her all to myself and to ignore whatever consequences there might be.

Seeming to read my thoughts her light laugh vibrates against my lips and her claws clamp firmly on my hips, her claws digging inside, drawing rivulets of blood as her tail slams into me harder, jarring sharp cries out from me with each hard thrust that my climax was growing and convulsing to greater heights. The pain in my lower belly was becoming too much and I honestly thought for a split second that I might die before this ends...

But no. Not at all. Just as the tip of that beloved spade jabbed right against my pleasure node did everything go bright. A sharp cry of ecstasy and undying pleasure escaped my lips as she pulled her away, my whole body seizing painfully as the release of my fluids rushed out, my hips rising off the ground and lifting hers up as well. She growls above me, an amused tone coming from her throat before she too lets out a heavy moan, her eyes rolling back as she seemed to feed off my orgasm, thus inducing her own mind blowing experience.

We clung to each other tightly, the sweat from our bodies mingling as she presses against me firmly, her tail vibrating within me, drawing me out for as long as she could till a pleased exhale comes from me, the air rushing out of my burning lungs. Smiling lightly she eases her tail out with a popping noise, earning a light whimper from me. I watch as it wags behind her before she brings it to my lips, covered in my tainted purity of blood and juices. I flick out my tongue and slowly lick it clean, lightly nicking my tongue on some sharp edges, which seemed to defeat the purpose of me cleaning her as I got more on her, but she didn't seem to mind. Once done her tail strokes my cheek softly on the flat side of the spade as she kisses me softly on my lips.

I felt so hot inside and utterly satiated. She could tell, seeming rather pleased with herself as she donned a suitable cheshire grin. She leans up slightly, her breasts lightly skimming mine.

"I take it that I fulfilled your desire creature?" she asks. I could only nod dumbly, my ability to speak seeming to have been forgotten. She chuckles. "Good. Then we have a deal..."

I almost frown at that, but keep it inside. Something was stirring within me... but I wasn't sure exactly what. Best not to dwell on it for now. But she was right. This was our deal... the Arl would be released, as well as the boy and I got some mind blowing sex to boot. But still...

Her slowly moving off of me distracted me from my thoughts as she drew to full height, moving to where her discarded clothing was. She first picks up her sleeves, easily pulling them back on while her tail picks up her elaborate golden jewellery which she dons again, the tassels being put back in place over those delicious nipples. She then reaches down to grab her pants and slowly steps into them, catching my hungry gaze and smirks, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly draws them up, shimmying into them till the straps laid comfortably at her hips.

I stood slowly, feeling the dull aches and throbs in my body but ignoring them. I couldn't even think of dressing right now, let alone being able to manage it. I just watch her, feeling a harsh tug to my insides. She watches me curiously and then saunters over to me till she is right in front of me, drawing an arm around my waist, pulling my nude body snuggling against her.

"What is it? Are you not fully satisfied?" she whispers to me. My lips open then close, trying to find the words that I wanted to say. There were many things I wanted to voice right now, but my brain was nearly utter mush, as if I was on an overdose of lyrium. Finally something sensible came into my mind and I looked into those deep crimson eyes.

"What is your name?"

She quirks an eyebrow thoughtfully at this and a smile creeps on her lips. She then leans in closer, her lips ghosting over mine, my eyes nearly rolling back again as I struggled to keep focus on her beautiful eyes.

"My name is Deyvana... and I am desire" she whispers out and I could feel just that as she presses her lips to mine sensually and my eyes flutter close, losing myself to her touch as everything went dark around me.

* * *

"Asha! Asha! ASHA!" came the calls of a female voice and I wrinkle my brow, groaning slightly as my eyes flutter open, blinking blearily up at the concerned orange haired woman, soon realising it was Leliana. I groan softly and sit up, rubbing at my head.

"Thank the maker you're alright! You've been out for over three hours! We were beginning to grow worried!" the bard proclaimed as she inspected me carefully. A derisive snort came from behind me, belonging to Morrigan.

"Oh please. She would of been dead long ago if she did not have some form of skill. I told you she'd be fine and see, I am right! Now quit coddling her... give her mind some time to adjust" the witch from the wilds said with a wave of her hand. I smirked at her, shaking my head.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Morrigan".

"Confidence? Pah. The day I have complete confidence in you is the day that Alistair learns to grow some balls". I snigger at this, shaking my head from side to side.

"It seems parshaara has done well. Hopefully you can recuperate quickly for the Blight. But you are a woman after all" Sten comments idly. I ignore this, not ready to get into a bickering.

As I move to stand I wince, feeling my body ache all over. I pause at this as Leliana is immediately at my side, her hand on my shoulder hesitantly. I ignore the gesture, gently brushing her hand off once realising what the pain was from and I couldn't help a small smile from filtering to my lips.

"Don't worry... just some feedback from getting out of the Fade" I said as I lock gaze with Jowan and Bann Teagan. "Is the boy safe?"

"Yes he is. He was alright after an hour you were in the Fade" Jowan said, his voice laced with concern. "You must of dislodge some of that demon's control while you were fighting it I'm assuming. It must of been very powerful".

More like me losing control, but I do not voice this and I nod slightly.

"Yes, a most formidable opponent. But now what of the Arl?" The face of everyone around me become grim and they shake their heads.

"Whatever hold that was over my brother is now gone, but he has not awaken. More so, his condition has taken a turn for the worse. I fear no magic will work on him, nor even the finest of medicines... but we shall discuss more of this later. There is a funeral that I must attend to..." Teagan speaks warily as he walks away.

I silently look at my companions for a moment before they follow him as well as Jowan accompanied by two guards. I follow behind them, wondering absentmindedly if the demon had tricked me. I wouldn't be surprised... but if she truly did, then the Arl and his son would be dead along with their sacrificed mother. No. The poison that Jowan had placed upon the Arl had taken a turn for the worse...

I was quiet during the duration of the funeral as bodies were loaded upon the canoes and small boats before being pushed out to the sea, being hit by flaming arrows that the archers let fly upon the shores. Isolde herself was place upon a grander vessel, naturally, a bouquet of flowers that Leliana had picked laying within her hands. Connor had wept as he stood beside his uncle as his mother was set aflame, but though I felt a smidgen of pity towards the child, I felt a nasty jab of jealousy as well.

The boy still held Deyvana's attention... and for a brief moment the thought of slicing his neck came to mind... and then I shook my head roughly at such a thought. What was wrong with me? She was a demon, a desire demon no less. This was what she was good at doing. I was lucky to get a decent fuck and get out alive...

But why did it feel like she was the only one who could make me feel that way? How could I ever settle for something less? I may not understand it, but I needed to see her again. And the only way to do it would be in my dreams... and damn whatever god or goddess that stops me, I will see her again. No matter the cost...

I just got a taste of true desire and I would not let it slip past me... besides one more taste wouldn't hurt, right? After I experienced something so amazing I could not just leave it at that without at least one more round... there would be no harm at that. And the more I reassured myself, the more I believed my words...

But some part of me, a part deep down that I was clearly ignoring, thought otherwise.