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TITLE: A Gift for Desire

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Age 2 or any characters from it. No profit is being made

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Merrill/Desire Demon

NOTE: Just a little quickie I haven't really thought through properly.

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Merrill walked across what was now bare stone. It hadn't been bare stone a moment ago. It hadn't really been anything. The chamber she was in, if it could be called a chamber, was almost completely dark, making it impossible to see the walls or the ceilings, if there even were any. The only light was in a circle around Merrill, coming from neither sun nor fire, and it moved with her through the darkness.

Figures crawled out of the shadows and towards Merrill's light. The figures were human, but moving on all-fours. As they came closer Merrill recognised them as Hawke, Isabela, Bethany and Aveline. They were naked and collared and remained on the edge of the pool of light surrounding Merrill, seemingly unwilling to go any further without her approval. Only Hawke dared approach her and bowed down reverentially.

"Your slaves are ready for you, Mistress," she said.

Merrill looked up, past the bowing Hawke, past her three lesser slaves and into the darkness where she could just barely make out two small glimmers of almost-light.

"No," she said. "Not tonight, I think."

Merrill walked across the crowded market street, surrounded by people who somehow never bumped into her. The sun shone merrily in a bright, blue sky, cheering the already lively place up even more.

"Ah, Merrill. Over here."

Merrill turned to see Isabela near standing near a market stall. She was wearing her thigh-high boots and her blue bandana and absolutely nothing else. A group of women trailed behind the pirate, even though Isabela seemed to ignore them. A mixture of emotions crossed their faces. Admiration for the confidence Isabela must have had to so casually display her naked body in public, envy that their own bodies weren't nearly as beautiful as hers and jealousy towards Merrill for actually being spoken to.

"I'm glad I bumped into you," Isabela continued. "I was in the mood for some company."

"I'm not," said Merrill, but not to her.

Merrill walked across the leafy path, through the shade of trees. Before long the trees parted and she looked out over a brilliant, silent lake shining the sunlight. She spied Hawke sitting in the shade of a tree. She'd been looking at the scene, but the moment Merrill had spotted her, she'd spotted Merrill. She turned and Merrill saw the tattoos on her face. They were Dalish, representing her embrace of the Creators and worship of Andruil; the first human to be accepted as one of the People.

"No, no," Merrill said, shaking her head. "I really appreciate the effort, but this is not what I want right now. Could you come out? I'd like to talk."

"Do my visions not entice you?"

Merrill turned around and found herself standing on something that wasn't certain it wanted to be paving stones or grassy earth. A Desire Demon floated in the air before her. She looked like any other Desire Demon: purple, voluptuous, barely dressed, horned, with dark eyes and hair of fire. Still, Merrill felt fairly sure she knew this Desire Demon better than any other. She was the reason she hadn't had a single nightmare for years, after all. Or any kind of dream that wasn't in some way just a tiny little bit naughty.

"Oh, no, they were very nice," Merrill said. "Well, they would be, wouldn't they? You know what I want."

"And I am happy to give it to you," the Desire Demon breathed. "Indeed, I would be happy to give you even more if only..."

"Could we not go down that road again?" said Merrill. "The answer's always no."

"But dreams are such poor fare," the Desire Demon said. "Why won't you let me give you something real?"

"Because the price would be too high. So let's change the subject to something more pleasant, shall we?"

The Desire Demon licked her lips, her tail swinging from side to side. "Oh, I'm always in the mood for something... pleasant."

"Good," said Merrill. "Then you can start by making me a bed."

The Desire Demon smiled and waved a hand. A bed appeared, looking far more solid than the ground it stood on. It was a four-poster made out of wood. Every inch of its woodwork had been carved with naked figures, elven, human, dwarven, demonic, even qunari, and most of them were engaged in something physically implausible. But more important than its looks was the fact that the bed was quite large. More than big enough for Merrill's intentions anyway.

Merrill took the Desire Demon's arms and guided her onto the bed. She was surprised to see a look of surprise flash across the creature's face. She'd have thought her intentions had been clear. Or, if they hadn't, she'd have expected the demon to read the desires in her heart the moment she'd fallen asleep. Still, the surprise in the demon's eyes faded quickly. By the time Merrill had mounted the demon's body, straddling her waist, the only look on her face was one of eager lust.

"Well now, I wasn't expecting this," the Desire Demon said.

"Why wouldn't you expect this?" Merrill said. "You know you're sexy, so why not?"

"Why not indeed," the Desire Demon said. She reached up and put a hand on the back of Merrill's neck.

Merrill leaned down at the same time the demon pulled her down. It felt a bit odd, kissing her. Good, but odd. She'd expected a kiss full of aroused hunger, but the way the demon actually kissed her was actually quite gentle and pleasant. Her lips were a bit too hot, perhaps, but the way she kissed her was nearly perfect. Then again, the Desire Demon had for years lurked inside her dreams to feed on her erotic indulgences, so it probably wasn't too surprising she was an almost perfect kisser.

Merrill left the demon's lips to kiss her way down her shapely body. Her purple skin, too, was just a bit on the hot side, but not so much that it became uncomfortable to kiss. Merrill soon reached the thin chains of gold that managed to protect what decency the Desire Demon had. When she took hold of them to move them out of the way, they evaporated like so much smoke, fully revealing the demon's breasts. They were gorgeous, of course. They were more than gorgeous, they were perfect. But it was the perfection of dreams. Which, considering this was a dream, wasn't really much of a problem.

Merrill kissed and licked the demon's hot curves and heard the creature sigh contently. As she let the tip of her tongue draw circles around the Desire Demon's nipples she felt her beginning to squirm underneath her and heard a quiet, beautiful moan escape her lips. Part of Merrill couldn't help but wonder if the demon's responses were genuine or if she reacted in just the way she knew Merrill wanted her to react. Of course, since she was a demon, it could've been both.

Without letting her mouth leave the Desire Demon's breasts, Merrill moved off of the creature and lay down next to her, allowing her slender hand to slide down the demon's naked body and slip between her purple legs. The Desire Demon groaned loudly when Merrill's fingertips brushed against her wet folds and she bucked with arousal. The reaction encouraged Merrill enough to become a bit bolder. Sucking on one of the demon's nipples, she rubbed hard against the creature's slit, her hand moving as fast as she could manage. The Desire Demon squealed and her body shuddered with lust.

The large four-poster faded for a moment, but before Merrill and her demonic partner had time to fall onto the floor it returned, looking more solid than before. The ground, too, seemed to become more real and turned out to be covered in plush, red carpet. Walls came into being, decorated with all manner of erotic paintings.

Merrill dragged her fingers up the Desire Demon's pussy and circled her clit. The demon moaned loudly in response to her touch. The beautiful noise stoked Merrill's already smouldering arousal into a flame. She tried to ignore her growing lust, focusing instead on kissing the Desire Demon's breasts and carefully fingering her clit. It wasn't going to last, of course, but Merrill felt it was important that she pleasured the demon for once. Determined to keep going for as long as the demon would let her, Merrill let her hand glide down the creature's slit again, then pushed two fingers into her.

The demon's pussy turned out to be a lot hotter than her skin had been and if this had been the real world Merrill might've been worried the sheer heat would've scalded her fingers. The loud, satisfied groan that spilled from the Desire Demon's lips was enough to erase what little worry Merrill had had and she enthusiastically began moving her fingers back and forth inside of her. She ran her fingertips across the demon's inner walls and was rewarded with hearing her moans of pleasure and feeling the writhing of her lustful body. For a moment Merrill imagined she might actually finger the demon to orgasm.

"Oh, but... I seem to be... neglecting you. How impolite of me."

But of course that wasn't actually going to happen.

Merrill looked up at the Desire Demon's face. Her already dark eyes somehow seemed darker still and the smile on her face was downright lascivious.

"Oh, there's no need to apologise," Merrill tried. "I'm having fun making sure you have fun."

"It's more than that," the Desire Demon purred. "And I'll not have this pleasure go unrewarded."

Merrill wanted to point out that, sometimes, pleasuring someone you cared for was its own reward, but decided not to. She had a feeling the demon wouldn't understand. Or would try to take advantage.

Merrill felt the Desire Demon put her hand on her bare shoulder and only now did she notice it was actually bare. She'd felt neither clothed nor naked, but the demon's gentle touch had erased the dreamlike uncertainty. She was now definitely and entirely naked, her delicate body on full display for the Desire Demon's appreciative eyes.

A few moments later, Merrill found herself in a new position, half sitting, half lying between the Desire Demon's legs. The creature's tail had wrapped itself around her waist, yet she barely felt its touch. Instead her whole attention seemed to focus narrowly on her pussy and how temptingly close it was to the demon's hotter and wetter one. A few scant inches of air separated their bodies, yet somehow it almost felt as though it wasn't really there. The knowledge that, soon, that tiny gap between their bodies would be bridged seemed to be enough to ignite her arousal, seemed to fill her body with slow-burning pleasure.

The Desire Demon smiled. "So beautiful," she whispered.

The Desire Demon moved quickly, filling Merrill with a sudden rush of pleasure as their pussies met. She moaned loudly just as she heard the demon sigh and probably would've fallen over if the creature's tail hadn't held her firmly in place. She felt the Desire Demon rub against her, her naked, purple body moving just so to send wave after wave of pleasure through Merrill's body. Part of Merrill tried to fight the lust clouding her mind or the pleasure controlling her body, but it was against another part of her that wanted to do nothing but embrace the sensations the demon gave her. Struggling against her own desires, Merrill slowly managed to regain some control over her own body and began writhing against the demon's body.

The Desire Demon laughed with surprise, then moaned with lust.

Merrill and the Desire Demon ground their bodies against one another, their pusses rubbing against each other in lustful harmony. They moaned in unison as their shared pleasure became more powerful, more intense than what it should've been. Or at least it seemed that way to Merrill. She had no idea how the demon experienced this meeting of their bodies. Judging by lustful conviction colouring her wordless cries, however, it seemed she felt the same way after all.

Pleasured fire spread through Merrill's naked body until she felt as though she was as hot as the Desire Demon. It filled her completely, threatening to rob again of what little control she had over herself. She clung on, however, grinding against the Desire Demon's pussy, moving almost instinctively so that her elven clit rubbed against her partner's demonic one. Even so, the lustful flame roared ever louder within her, pushing against her lips in an attempt to force her to cry out with orgasmic bliss. Merrill tried to struggle against her coming climax, but her fight did not last long. She felt the Desire Demon shudder against her and heard her screaming as she came. The sensation overwhelmed Merrill and she orgasmed more powerfully than she could remember having ever done, her blissful scream echoing that of the demon's.

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Merrill awoke with a start, panting, horny and wet. Normally she awoke feeling satisfied and refreshed, but now her hand flew between her legs, her fingers rapidly rubbing against her clit as the beguiling image of the Desire Demon floated into her mind.

Then her eye fell on sunlight shining on silver and she breathed out slowly, calming down enough to stop masturbating though not quite enough to pull her hand away yet.

Now she remember why she wouldn't let the Desire Demon spin her a fantasy, why she'd insisted on being with her instead. It had been her way of saying goodbye in the only way the demon might've been able to understand. Not that the demon had known it had been a goodbye, because if she had she'd probably have tried a lot harder to possess her, but that's what it had been.

Merrill looked at white and silver chainmail and armour prepared for her with a vague smile on her face. Hawke had insisted on buying it for her. A gift, she'd said, to celebrate her moving in with her at her mansion in Hightown.

That was why she couldn't return to that part of the Beyond again. If she'd let that Desire Demon give her any more of those beautiful, erotic dreams of hers it'd be sort of like cheating on Hawke and she wasn't about to do that.

Although, on second thought, perhaps she could find some way to introduce Hawke to the Desire Demon. That way they could enjoy their dreams together.

No. No, that probably wasn't a very good idea. Hawke wasn't the most understanding woman in the world when it came to demons. No. Better to make a clean break with the whole thing.

Merrill stepped out of bed and into a new morning.
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