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The Night of the Inquisition	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 12535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: The Serving Girl and her Lady

Ambassador Josephine Montilyet sat hunched at her desk. As she did most days she read reports of the latest Inquisition deployments across Thedas, as well as drafting letters to the Inquisitions vastly growing list of allies and dependencies. At the moment the ambassador wished for nothing more than the opportunity to consume herself in her work if only to stave off the underlying feeling of embarrassment and dread which continued to ceaselessly hound her for the past few days.

How could this have happened? How could she have allowed-

Josephine’s quill slipped in her fingers, a thin black line of ink tracing across the page in front of her. She clawed the clutch of paper into her hand and cast the spoiled parchment into the waste basket beside her desk. Taking a fresh piece of paper from the stack she felt compelled to start again as her ingrained sense of perfectionism overtook her, knowing that any Orlesian noble would deem even the slightest error a personal slight.

If word of her actions were to ever spread about her actions her reputation would be ruined, the Inquisitions political position would disintegrate overnight. She could not allow such a thing to happen no matter the sacrifice, there was only-

“A hunter walks into a tavern with a Halla”

Josephine’s quill slowed to a crawl on the page, her lips quivering as she resisted the urge to respond.

“They both get pissed, and the Halla falls over”

“What do you want?” Josephine inevitably relented, hardly in the mood for entertaining her colleagues sly play with words.

“My little birds have been tweeting about you ambassador” Inquisition Spy Master Leliana said as she rounded Josephine’s desk. Leliana sat at the edge of the ambassador’s desk, the solid wood barely shifting beneath her lithe figure. “But to be honest, you seemed rather down so I thought I’d come and cheer you up”

“I thought you were meeting with the Inquisitor today?” Josephine asked in her dry, professional tone, her eyes never drifting from the half drafted report.

“I thought so as well” Leliana replied. “But last I saw the Inquisitor she appeared to be heading for the Foreman’s office carrying a large garden ornament and muttering about the Anderfels. But what about you ambassador, you seem to have something different about you today” Leliana idly mused. “Almost, magical”

Josephine’s quill jolted in her hand, her cheeks flushing bright red with the sudden onset of panic. Whether by coincidence or design Leliana had tread eerily close to the mark, knowing it was undoubtedly he latter. “How did you-?” Leliana merely smiled devilishly in return. “Oh, Fenedhis” Josephine dropped her head into her hands. “How did you find out?”

“Find out what Josie?” Leliana replied with that same tone of infuriating smugness.

“You know exactly what I mean” Josephine persisted. “Are you going to make me say it?” Lelianas gaze refused to falter.

Josephine threw up her hands in a rare display of emotional defeat. “Fine. I, Josephine Montilyet, undertook illicit sexual acts with Inquisitor Lavellan and First Enchanter Fiona which culminated in me exposing myself to them during a war council meeting”

Leliana sat in silence, her head cocked quizzically to the side. “Well, that was rather unexpectedly brash of you”

“But I thought you-” Josephine’s heart raged with unbridled panic, Leliana’s talent for deception was deadly whether brought against friend or foe. “Oh, please don’t tell anyone about this. if word were to spread the reputation of the Inquisition would-”

“Fear not Ambassador” Leliana held the Josephine’s hand in the tips of her elegant fingers. “Subtly is my forte”

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Inquisitor Lavellan ascended the steps of the main tower of Skyhold into the aviary. No matter the season it was always cold up here.

“You wished to speak with me, Nightingale” Variya said as she entered.

“Of course, Inquisitor” Leliana placed the final flourish on the intelligence report she was writing, returning her quill to her desk and rising to meet her guest. “You are aware of my responsibility as the Inquisitions Spy Master, providing intelligence to our forces. Our ambassador furnished me with insight on a topic with rather troubling implications”

“From Ambassador Josephine you say?” Variya said.

“Indeed, she seems to genuinely believe your little tryst with the Grand Enchanter involved you altering the very fabric of reality, along with corrupting her fondest memories of one of her favourite novels” Leliana said. I asked Josie if her book was ever returned. All she would say was that ‘Chapter 3 will never be the same again’”

“Really, that is most intriguing” Variya smiled slyly.

Leliana leant back against her desk, withdrawing a dagger from her belt she began to idly pass the blade between her fingers. “She claims you used something similar to Alexius’ time manipulation magic to alter the course of reality. The poor girl seems beside herself about the implications and the threat to the Inquisitions reputation if word were to ever escape beyond these walls. So tell me” Leliana turned the point of the blade towards the Inquisitor. As an accomplished rouge and assassin Variya knew just how deadly Leliana could prove wielding such a weapon. “How did you do it?”

Variya, however, remained unphased by the presence of the sharp edge of the blade. “Sleight of hand, preparation and some Divine intervention”

For the briefest of moments Leliana felt an overwhelming urge to seize the Elven Inquisitor and force her to the precipice of the aviary behind her, necessitating only the slightest shift to send the Inquisitions greatest hope plummeting to her fate. Such would seem appropriate retribution for such a terrible pun, not even accounting for the innate blasphemy made against Divine Justina herself. Leliana withheld on acting upon her desires.

“I realise you and Josephine are intertwined, and that your feelings for each other are genuine” Leliana said. “However I have to know it will not influence your positions within the Inquisition”

“So this is business rather than personal?” Variya inquired.

“I care for Josie like a sister” Leliana said. “I wish to see for myself how far you would be willing to go for her”

Variya’s features flashed with surprise. “I didn’t know you had a voyeuristic streak in you, Nighty, however if you are so inclined-”

With a movement too swift for Variya to follow the blade in Leliana’s hand took flight, imbedding itself into the wooden support mere inches to her side. Variya instinctively glanced aside to follow the dagger. The brief moment of inattention allowed Leliana more than enough time necessary to close the distance and pin the smaller woman beneath her. Leliana clasped the handle of the imbedded dagger with one hand whilst grasping the railing behind them with the other, ensuring there was no avenue of escape.

“I ask that you not be flippant about suggesting such a thing with regards to Josie” Leliana replied sharply.

“Yeah, guess it would be kind of weird” Variya gulped, struggling to avoid shifting beneath Lelianas hold. “Considering you think of Josie as a sister. But Nighty-”

Variya heard the audible groan of shifting leather as Leliana’s grip tightened around the handle of the dagger. “And don’t ever call me ‘Nighty’, ‘Nightling’ or ‘Nighty Night’”

In that moment Variya experienced first-hand the dark side which made Leliana the Inquisitions Spy Master. “You know” Variya swallowed, choosing her words with the greatest care to avoid feeling the harsh sting of another swiftly cast dagger. “Most normal people don’t maintain a conversation whilst holding a knife to their throat”

A wicked smile crossed Leliana’s lips. “You clearly haven’t been spending enough time in Orlais” Variya was surprised to be hearing Leliana cracking jokes at such a time. “Now, I wish to continue this discussion away from prying ears” Leliana took a step backwards, withdrawing the dagger from the post with a sharp jerk of her wrist. Leliana turned the point of her dagger out towards the balcony. “If you will indulge me”

Variya headed towards the balcony. “I feel as though I should be resisting a lot more than I actually am”

“I can give you a reason to resist if you wish” Leliana flashed the tip of the dagger as a persistent reminder.

Variya stepped out onto the balcony outside of the Aviary, placing her hands spread on the battlements she peered down to watch the bustle of activity in the castle square beneath her. Across the open space traders, house staff and soldiers went about their work in service to the Inquisition. In spite of the idealistic image before her something seemed out of place, but she couldn’t place her finger on it.

“So now I’ve got you like this” Leliana emerged onto the battlements behind her, twirling the dagger in her hand Variya turned-

Variya discovered that her hands refused to yield to her commands, her palms bound to the fine stonework by some insurmountable. Leliana’s weight pressed against Variyas back, the cool metal of her dagger trailing across Variya’s exposed cheek. “You can tell me exactly how you deceived Josie”

Variya’s lips parted-

“And if you say one word about the Divine your ears will swiftly become significantly less pointy” the cool press of metal against her ear paid tribute to the reality of Leliana’s underlying threat.

“Very well” Variya conceded. “I convinced our resident Grand Enchanter to cast a harmless sleep spell while Josie was distracted. After that it was a simple matter to carry my beloved to our quarters and lay her to rest. Once she was safely in bed we returned to the war room and prepared for Josie to re-emerge with a bewildering sense of Déjà vu and thirsting for an opportunity for retaliation”

The tip of Leliana’s dagger descended to trail idly across Variyas front. “And what of Dorian? Surely the Tevinter Magister had some involvement in this insidious ploy of yours?” Leliana hooked the tip of her dagger beneath the first button of her top.

“No, you can’t” Variya pleaded. “That outfit was made of the finest- You know what, I’m not even goanna go there” A flash of Lelianas dagger severed the top button, revealing the light pink skin of Variya’s neck. “You know if you wanted to talk a sit down with tea usually works”

“But then how could I trust you to stay in one place?” Leliana asked with a sly grin.

“I remember when the hunters were catching game they’d lure them into traps or get them tangled up in vines” Variya said.

“Don’t start giving me ideas” Leliana replied, her dagger catching beneath the next button on the Inquisitors top.

“I’ve, er, forgotten the safe word” Variya fought to conceal a snigger beneath her breath. Leliana cut another button free in retaliation for her insolence. “You know Josie is going to go on an Exalted March when she receives the bill for a new wardrobe”

“I thought elves were all about getting back to nature” Leliana said. “Dancing naked around a fire in the forest”

“That’s just bloody typical” Variya cursed. “Shems come across one group of elven hunters having a drunken piss up in a clearing and suddenly thousands of years of elven culture are condensed into flora based exhibitionism. Aside from that we don’t dance in the forest, it makes the trees jealous”

“Don’t change the subject” Leliana snapped. “What about Dorian?”

“Dorian was an unintentional coincidence” Variya admitted. “And in exchange for his continued silence I had Dagna craft a miniature Skyhold he can levitate to his heart’s content. It even came with a plaque inscribed ‘Most Handsome and Dashing Tevinter of All Time’”

“But how did you know Josie would dare to do such a thing of her own accord?” Leliana asked.

“I’ve learnt many things about our dear ambassador” Variya said. “One of which is that in private she will leap at any opportunity to act unprofessionally”

“So you’re admitting this whole charade was entirely the result of you making it up as you went along?” Leliana asked.

“Our private moment together was cut short and we had some excess energy to work out” Variya said. “We all have to find our ways to relieve tension”

“I quite agree” Leliana said, severing the final button in a flourish of elegant swordplay. The two halves of Variyas top split apart. Leliana reached forward to peel the material aside to admire the results of her work, exposing her front to the world. “No underwear?” Leliana asked quizzically.

“Elves don’t wear clothes, remember Shem” Variya said. “The way your kind tell it the Keeper has to remind us every morning to put our trousers on”

“Funny. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to take care of. Something I expect will relieve some tension for the both of us” Variya listened to the soft clap of Leliana’s boots as she departed. “Don’t go anywhere”

As she was left to contemplate the stark reality her situation Variya suddenly realised what had appeared out of place. Across the outer battlements of the citadel the patrolling guards, usually drafted from Cullen’s forces, had been supplanted by Nightingales people. No doubt these agents served as their masters’ birds placed to ensure the sanctity of Skyholds perimeter while also turning a blind eye to anything they may overlook during their patrol.

That Leliana had arranged such a scenario within Skyhold without her knowledge suggested her Spymaster had either committed significant resources to the endeavour or had been planning it for some time. Both answers proved impressive and unnerving in equal measure. The only way the situation could be worse would be if-

“A hunter walks into a tavern with a Halla”

Variya recognised the voice, an inescapable pang of dread seeped through her. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out the elven rouge Sera laying on the slanted rooftop, idly passing an apple between her hands.

“They both get pissed, and the Halla falls over” Sera continued. “The hunter gets up to leave and the barman says-”

“I’m pretty sure they’ve been using that one since the First Blight” Variya interrupted.

“Krem was telling it in the pub last night <giggle> always makes me laugh” Sera said.

“So, how long have you been up there?” Variya reluctantly asked, knowing she would dread the response no matter the answer.

“Just now” Sera took a first bite of her apple with a pronounced crack of the broken flesh. Sera munched the treat idly as she stared out across the open courtyard. “Been looking for somewhere a bit more out of the way, a bit quieter and with privacy to be had” Sera swallowed the well chewed chunk with a noisy gulp. “So what are you doing up here?”

“I thought I’d just take in the view” Variya continued the conversation, struggling to avoid make it too apparent that she could not turn around to face Sera directly.

Standing perched high on the parapets left Variya exposed to the stark mountain breeze, the cold bite bringing her exposed nipples rapidly to attention. If anyone below were to look up all they would be able to see was the Inquisitor, their greatest hope for the betterment of Thedas, exhibiting herself to the world without even the pre-tense of a Courtesans flirtatious display. She couldn’t even move her hands to stifle herself, let alone cover herself, forcing her to endure in silence.

“Right, caus’ I thought you might be up here to see ‘Nighty’” Sera said. “So didn’t anyone ever teach you its rude not to face someone when you’re talking?”

“To be frank I appear to have found myself in something of a…” Variya trailed off.

“Sticky situation?” Sera asked cheekily.

“I would prefer to say precarious” Variya clarified. “Leliana seems to have bound my hands to the battlements with some kind of adhesive”

“Oh yeah, I gave her that” Sera admitted. “I’d be careful, that stuffs a bugger to get out of your clothes, easier just to steal some new ones. I shouldn’t worry though, I told Nighty how to get it off”

Sera and Leliana seemed unlikely bedfellows, perhaps with Josie’s previous life as a bard there was some kind of Rouge entente forming in Skyhold it wouldn’t be the strangest thing she had even seen today.

“So, did you come up here to enjoy the fruits of your labours?” Variya asked.

“Nah, just for an apple” finishing her final bite Sera discarded the core over the precipice. Releasing her hold she slid down the smooth tiled roof to land on the veranda beneath her. “Ah well. I’ll be seeing ya”

“And Sera” Variya called out, stopping Sera in her step. “Promise you won’t mention this to anyone”

“Yeah alright” Sera said. “Oh and boss-” the flash of Sera’s hand, the sudden bite across her rear. “Nice arse by the way”

Her peace said Sera disappeared through the Aviary. “Alright Nighty, laters!”

Variya heard the approach of footsteps behind her, the Inquisitions Orlesian spymaster emerging to lean against the battlements beside her. “Was Sera just?”

“Yes” Variya replied flatly.

“And did she?” Leliana asked.

“Yes” Variya replied. “She was telling me the joke about the hunter and the Halla”

“Of course” Leliana the hunter gets up to leave and the barman tells him ‘You can’t leave that lyin’ there and the hunter says-”

“Yes” Variya interrupted. “We’ve all heard the joke. Now are you going to let me out of here?”

“As you wish” Leliana reached forward to clasp Variyas forearm in her hand, with a single tug she pulled Variyas hand free without the faintest hint of resistance.

Variya stared at her hands in disbelief. “How did you?”

“The ruse with the adhesive?” Leliana asked with a wry smile. “I honestly was beginning to think you were staying out here because you were enjoying it”

“But Sera…”

“Come” Leliana motioned the Inquisitor inside. “I’ve prepared the rest of what is to come”

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“Anyone attending a party in last season’s shoes will be banned from all social occasions for a month”

The voice carried through the grand hall of the Inquisition citadel of Skyhold. The large doors at the far end of the hall were drawn closed to keep out the cold mountain draft, casting the far reaches of the chamber into looming darkness. The pleasant warmth and light across the main hall was maintained by the gentle flicker of a few overhead candles, no doubt augmented or enchanted by the strongholds elven creators.

“Nugs will be declared a protected species and all Nug skin products will be outlawed” Leliana continued.

“We’ll have to order the garrison some new coin pouches” Variya murmured.

After having spent the past several hours picking out the appropriate outfit, with Leliana’s careful supervision, darkness had fallen upon Skyhold and the majority of those inhabitants had retreated to bed for the evening. It was beneath this dim veil of twilight that Leliana had led the Inquisitor through the halls of the citadel and into the main chamber. There Leliana had taken her rightful place upon the Inquisitorial throne as mistress for the night, allowing her elven serving girl to take her appropriate seat kneeling at her left hand.

Leliana was dressed in a flowing sky blue dress with elegant traces of gold trim which billowed onto the floor in a flowing cascade. The elegant frills and layers played across her front while leaving her neckline and the top curve of her bust free to the open air.

Variya, by comparison, was adorned in what a designer would likely describe as ‘understated’. Whilst Leliana had gone into details about its precise fit and tailoring which flew far above the head of the elven warrior whose main interest regarding her attire was its practically and protection. All she could discern was that it would prove highly impractical were she ever to actually perform serving duties while wearing it. It seemed that the Orlesians preferred style over practicality even in those whose sole lot in life was serving their social betters.

As she pondered it Variya had to admit that the sensation given from the relinquishment of responsibility was strangely relaxing. The acceptance of the subordinate role allowed her to sit idly speak freely without the weight of the world hanging on her every word. She could see why Varric enjoyed it so much.

“Anyone found to have caused undue stress to any Nug is to serve a minimum term of seven years as a Nug breeder” Leliana continued her Queen Leliana fantasy. “Also it will be mandatory for all female elven staff to perform regular service at the behest of your lady”

“The Keeper warned me demons would be attractive” Variya said.

A smile creased Leliana’s lips, reaching down to caress her servants long brown hair. “And since when would you ever listen to your keeper?”

“And look where it’s got me now” Variya replied.

Leliana’s fingers curled around a strand of Variya’s long brown locks. “That sounded perilously close to dissent”

Variya could hear the tinge of a thinly veiled threat concealed beneath her words.

“And one knows how to effectively silence dissent” a devious smile crept upon Leliana’s lips.

Variya bowed her head to her social better, crawling to her knees as she shifted towards Leliana lounging idly on her throne. Variya gripped the long hem of Leliana’s dress. “You know; you’re just perpetuating negative racial stereotypes about Orlesians and their servants”

“Less lip, more tongue” Leliana held the back of Variyas head in her hand, coaxing her down until Variya found herself eclipsed by darkness beneath the folds of Lelianas dress. Variya relied upon her keen senses to find her prize concealed beneath the endless frills of Leliana’s skirt, her attuned nose leading her inexorably to her prize. Variya pressed her lips to Leliana’s, noting her spymaster’s lack of underwear as a demonstration of her preparedness, sucking lightly on her outer folds. Variya could hear muffled moans in her ears, the press of Leliana’s thighs closing around her head. Variya pressed her tongue forward to touch and caress the places where her lips could not reach.

“How far the mighty have fallen”

Another voice behind her. Panic overtook her, Variya fought to disentangle herself from the voluptuous folds of Leliana’s dress. She felt the press of Leliana’s hand against the back of her head, working to maintain the contact between them.

“I never expected to see you here”

Leliana’s voice. Variya clawed herself free from Leliana’s hold, emerging from beneath the dress and feeling the wash of the cool night air against her skin. She looked behind herself to meet the intruder. Golden eyes pierced the blanket darkness at the end of the great hall accompanied primal rumble of a snarling beast. A lupine paw emerged from the shadows. A silver snout followed, lined by glinting white teeth.

Before Variya could get a clear look she was once more engulfed beneath the voluptuous folds of Leliana’s skirt, the press of Leliana’s hand trying to guide her back towards her objective. Variya began to fear she was about to drown in the endless sea of frills before finally breaking free like a swimmer shattering the surface of the water. Variya turned back around to watch as the creature changed before her eyes. The dark silhouette rose from a crouch on all fours to stand on two long, elegant legs. Their keen eyes rounded, their pointed snout retreated.

“She’s only using you for your ears you know”

A pale white foot emerged from the darkness, the flow of the long dark robe cascading down a bare, feminine leg. The woman’s long black hair was constrained in a messy bun atop her head. “You remind her of her last elven lover”

“You’ve met Morrigan” Leliana greeted her companion with an outreached hand, allowing Variya to finally free herself and collapse next to the Inquisitorial throne. “Another veteran of the Fifth Blight”

“I admit my role served as more of a moral compass while Leliana and the Alistair bared most of the heavy lifting” Morrigan admitting, ascending the steps to greet the pair on the Inquisitorial throne. “I believe I undertook the position well despite the Wardens insistence on delaying our efforts to solve the petty problems of every town and one-horse hovel we happened upon”

“Yes I keenly remember your unscrupulous attempts to manipulate the last hope for Ferelden for your personal advantage” Leliana said.

“Oh hello again, pot” Morrigan said with a sly grin. “Have you met my good friend kettle?”

“I also recall during our travels how she insisted on making camp roughly 50 feet away from the rest of us” Leliana said. “No doubt so she was free to chant to the moon and write mournful poetry in peace”

“Poetry?” Variya interrupted.

“Of course. I remember one of her finest works” Leliana said.

“Roses are red, violets are red, tulips are red
Oh look, shes set the garden on fire”

Morrigan accepted the slight with an unwavering grin, ascending the steps to stand at the base of the Inquisitions seat of power. Morrigan reached down to caress her fingers through the Inquisitors long brown hair. “As opposed to your subtle attempt at a seductive verse for the dear, elven warden” Morrigan idly mused.

“Roses are red, Violets are blue
I’m up for it how about you?”

Morrigan’s gaze continued to meet Leliana as she approached. “It really is no wonder she was always so unbearably upbeat with you to assist her”

“Perhaps she was simply enjoyed undressing you with her eyes” Leliana’s eyes followed as Morrigan circled around the back of the Inquisitorial throne. It seemed rather appropriate, the shapeshifting manipulator positioned by the seat of absolute power taken by a pretender to the throne. “Admittedly though it takes longer now than it used to”

“You know what it is I remember most about the old days?” Morrigan asked. “How none of us could ever get any sleep thanks to your spymaster insisting on making this awful groaning noise as she approached the point of climax”

“I don’t think she really needs to-” Lelianas attempts at protest were swiftly silenced by low groan emerging from behind her ear. Out of context the animalistic moan could easily have been mimicking the time she came upon a wounded Bronto in the wilderness.

Lelianas cheeks flushed red at the no doubt accurate imitation. “I remember she used to come to breakfast with red welts on her neck” Morrigan leant down like a snake uncoiling from its overhead perch to ensnare its prey, clasping her mouth across Lelianas neck. Morrigan’s lips curled and her tongue played across the soft skin, sending a shiver cascading through Lelianas body. Morrigan retreated, leaving a patch of enflamed skin in her wake. “I believe you tried to pass them off as particularly large bug bites”

“It’s not unheard of in that region of Ferelden for-” Lelianas stumbled defence was swiftly cut short.

“In the end it fell to me to explain the birds and carnivorous bees to Alistair” Morrigan sighed, draping her crossed arms across Lelianas shoulders. “Poor boy couldn’t face either of them for days without the colour draining from his face”

“Tell me something” Variya interjected after having listened patiently to their shared ramblings. “How did you two ever work together long enough to kill the Archdemon?”

“I do admit that in the beginning we tended to grate on each other, certain words were exchanged” Morrigan said. “And arrows” Morrigan glanced to Leliana.

“And thunderbolts” Leliana added.

“But in the end we found common ground between us” Morrigan’s hands suddenly turned amorous as they descended to clasp Lelianas covered breasts with devilish fingers each playing to their own unique tune. “A love of moonlit walks, embroidery and pointy eared lovers”

Morrigan’s hands took a sharp descent and dived beneath the fabric of the front of the Lelianas top, the steep angle of her approach allowing her unfettered access to her objective. Her fingers cupped the soft under curve of Lelianas ample chest, feeling the eager press of her hardened nipples against her palms. Leliana slumped back in her throne, her muscles unable or unwilling to support her any longer as a low moan escaped her parted lips. The image of the grand vizier had swiftly disintegrated.

As she continued her administrations Morrigan glanced back to see the elven Inquisitor kneeling patiently at her mistress’s side, awaiting Lelianas command. “Elf girl” Variya glanced up to meet Morrigan’s gaze. “Why don’t you service your mistress?”

Variya bowed her head in acceptance. “As you wish” Variya followed Morrigan’s command, creeping forward to place herself between Lelianas spread legs. Variya reached out and traced the tips of her fingers across the delicate material of Lelianas dress, taking the opportunity to admire the fine lacework and pattern stitching which lined the dress. How something so delicate could ever survive the night was beyond her comprehension. But, one suspects, such was the excess of the nobility the one would never consider wearing the same dress for a second evening. In their decadence it was better to destroy the garment, and whatever illicit evidence it may contain, than let it be discovered the next morning.

Variya reached around Lelianas back, working blind in search of the ties which held her dress in place. Resisting the urge to just tear the delicate strands asunder she set about unravelling the ties which may as well have been a codex of ancient Andrastrian script for all she could decipher. “How do I undo…”

“Are you serious?” Morrigan peered down at the Inquisitor was a disapproving glare. “What uncultured backwater did you come from?”

Morrigan withdrew her hands from massaging Lelianas ample bust, leaving the Orlesian woman shaking and panting in pleasure. “Coming…” another sharp intake of breath steadied Leliana back towards a mimic of her usual, composed self. “From the woman who was known as ‘The Witch of the Wilds’” it seems that despite her fatigue Leliana remained sharp enough to quip.

Morrigan stepped around the throne, releasing the tie of her cloak as she moved. “Which does not exclude the possibility that I learnt the intricacies of court life in my pursuits away from the wilds”

Morrigan’s cloak fluttered away in her wake, revealing that she had chosen to remain completely bare underneath. Morrigan knelt down beside Variya, wrapping her long arms around Variya’s back. Guiding the Inquisitors hands Morrigan set about demonstrating her newfound knowledge of the arcane trappings of Orlesian tailoring. Morrigan and Variya’s entwined fingers held the first tie to be unbound between them. With expert finger work Variya was struggling to consciously follow as tie after tie fell away in the wake of their shared efforts. Having sufficiently loosened Lelianas dress Variya’s fingers, underneath Morrigan’s arcane guidance she drew the fabric down across Lelianas lithe frame. Placing her sky blue dress aside Morrigan took the opportunity to drink in the delectable sight before her, the Orlesian rouge still the very picture of elegance no matter what she may or may not wear. The sight of Leliana sitting atop the Inquisitorial throne dressed in nothing more than snow white stockings which ascended the length of her toned legs was breath-taking.

Morrigan hungrily moistened her lips at the delectable display before her. She leant forward and inhaled the sweet scent which wafted up from Lelianas sex. Morrigan pressed her lips against Leliana, the taste intensifying and sending a sharp shiver cascading down her spine.

As Morrigan eagerly ate out her mistress Variya was left to wait idly, no more orders to pursue and with her Lady in no place to issue new ones. All that Variya could do was kneel there and watch the women as they basked each other’s attentions. Variya felt her arousal rising inside of her body, her fingers unconsciously descending across her front, catching at the ruffles of her dress before she consciously stopped herself. If she were committing herself to her role as her ladies’ attendant she would await her instruction to satisfy her own pleasure. But then she realised that the opening was laying before her, she could not resist the opportunity.

Variya crept forward to place herself behind Morrigan, the woman’s scent intensifying as she approached. The press of Variyas lips against Morrigan’s lips stopped the mage in her tracks, feeling Leliana pawing at her head to try and get her back to work.

“Hello, Inquisitor” Morrigan glanced back at the unexpected interloper. “Welcome to Morrigan’s personal space, do you have an appointment?”

“If you don’t you can just walk in” Leliana quipped.

Morrigan, eager to silence any further attempts at insubordination, redoubled her efforts to pleasure her rival and former world saving companion towards her inevitable release. Her lips were soon replaced with explorative fingers, first one, then two. As Morrigan had hinted as Leliana approached her orgasm a moan began to escape her lips, growing in volume and intensity.

Morrigan’s work was swiftly brought to fruition as an explosive orgasm rocked the Orlesian rouge to her core. At the same time Variyas agile tongue delved deeper inside Morrigan’s moist pussy lips.

As their shared pleasures began to build Variya felt her restraint beginning to waver, her loyalty to her duty melting away with each agile lick of her tongue. In the end she could not hold herself at bay any longer, throwing her duties to the wind her free hands dived between her crouched legs to massage herself through her dress. Her brash defiance of her mistresses’ instructions only enhanced her pleasure, bringing her closer to the point of no return. It was the delectable cascade which followed in the wake of Morrigan’s orgasm which tipped Variya from her perch, the waves of ecstasy rising from her core to overcome her entire self in moments.

Feeling the strength leaving her body Variya fell, limp and listless, onto the cold stonework beneath her. As she lay there panting, without the energy to raise herself, she could do little but glance idly towards Leliana still slouched heavily in her throne as she recovered from their shared pleasure.

“How do I look?” Variya asked.

Leliana glanced over to face the elven Inquisitor lying beside her. “Like a drunken Halla” Leliana replied flatly.

Variya and Leliana erupted in a shared chorus of uninhibited laughter in unison, each call playing against the other until their shared raucous was unconfined.

“Oh really” Morrigan interrupted, drawing Variya and Lelianas shared gaze to watch as Morrigan slipped the cloak back across her lithe shoulders. “Must you insist on repeating that utter travesty of comedic culture. You’ve been repeating that joke since the last Blight and repetition has yet to improve it”

“It’s a good joke” Leliana retorted.

“Yes” Morrigan cinched the tie of her robe around her waist with a sharp yank. “If you have no taste. We get it, the bartender tells the Hunter he can’t leave it lyin’ there and the hunter replies-” Morrigan stopped short of the final line. “You know what, I’m not going to give you the satisfaction” Morrigan bowed to her companions. “Good evening, Inquisitor” Morrigan turned and silently retreated into the shadows.

Variya sighed deeply, feeling the air pass from her chest her body seemed to grow weak and listless. She stumbled back to lay down on the hard stone floor, the heat radiating from her bare skin into the stonework beneath her.

“I guess I failed then” Variya said.

“Failed what?” Leliana queried.

“Your test” Variya replied. “To see if I was right for Josie”

“Do you really believe that is something I might do?” Leliana asked.

“I wouldn’t put it past you, Spymaster” Variya said.

“I see that your suspicions are well placed, Inquisitor” Leliana reached into one of the folds of her dress and withdrew a letter, Variya couldn’t help but contemplate where she may have been concealing it all this time. Variya recognised the elegant handwritten script of the writer as she read its contents.

Variya

If you are reading this then it means Leliana has decided to go ahead with this ridiculous escapade, despite my objections to the contrary.

The truth of the matter is I do not wish to see us constrained by our union. While we may find comfort in the company of others I know that neither of us will ever love anyone else more than we do each other.

All I want you to know is that when you come to bed tonight, I will be waiting for you. I will expect a full recount of the day’s activities in explicit detail with physical reconstructions upon request.

Variya noticed the quivering tail of the ink on the word ‘Explicit’.

Loving you always

Josie x

Variya laid herself back against the cold stone, staring idly towards the high ceiling. Variya clutched the note to her chest and feeling the raging beat of her heart beneath her fingers as it began to slow to normal.

“Josie” Variya whispered blissfully beneath her ragged breath. “You really are so wonderful” Variyas eyes drifted up to Leliana. “Do you ever get the feeling you’re in the wrong profession?” Variya asked, finally breaking the looming silence.

“Only when I’m talking with you” Leliana snarked.

“But do you ever think about what it would be like to live on a farm” Variya said. “Tend the fields, feel the breeze on your skin and never have to encounter demons or Darkspawn or time manipulating magisters”

“You’re right, it would be mind numbingly dull” Leliana replied.

“Not a half bad life though” Variya blissfully mused. “With the right person to share it with”

“You and Josie?” Leliana laid herself down on the stone floor beside Variya.

“If she’ll have me. We could start a family together” Variya said. “I’ll even let her call me ‘Elf girl’, and we can roll around in the hay in the stables and kiss all day long”

“And the children?” Leliana asked.

“We’ll adopt. There must be children out there who dream about a life with two mummies. Then we’ll all be one big extended family together” Variya traced her finger through the air in front of her, mapping out her vision in her head. “Varric can tell them stories, Sera can teach them to bake cookies and Bull can knit thick winter socks and show them proper technique for slaying an ice breathing dragon with an axe”

Leliana pulled herself up onto her side to stare at the elf before her. “And what about me?”

“You’ll be the fun aunt” Variya said. “You can play dress up and teach them all your sneaky little thief skills”

“In that case” Leliana shifted herself closer. “In the absence of Josie’s parents, as someone who has been something of a sister her whole adult life, I would like to say how happy it would make me feel to see you and Josie together”

“Thank you Leliana” Variya said. “Your blessing means a lot to me and I know Josie will join me in saying-”

“And the Hunter says” a familiar voice called down from the rafters high above. “It’s not a Lion, it’s a Halla”

“Sera!” Variya and Leliana cried out in unison.
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The Night of the Inquisition