The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"She-- she's not like us, Tanna. She's not... adventurous. I don't think she'd agree to... to play with us. With me."

[Tanna]

"Oh not nearly as... advanced, no, but if I could take you as far as you've gone in a week, I'm sure I can get her to at least try a threesome with a little work," Tanna says smugly. She stalks back to the bed, leaning down over Marian. "Picture it, Little Bird," she whispers, deliberately using the name from the party. From when Marian was made most small, pliable and defiled. "Picture her on her back, naked and open, as you ravish her over and over again as I touch and caress your bodies. Picture her on her knees, tongue probing your depths as I fuck your own mouth. Picture her bound, skin glistening and slick, as she writhes and moans as we fuck her from both sides. Don't you want that, Little Bird?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian gives a small whimper of yearning. She pictures the cock she had a moment ago, plunging into Lightsong's small mouth, past her pert, perfect lips, thrusting her way inside, as Lightsong moans around her cock--

She swallows, shaking her head, her treacherous mouth saying "alright" before she even thinks twice about it. "Yes. I'll invite her."

[Tanna]

"That's a good pet," Tanna whispers as she cups Marian's face. "That's a very good pet." You are mine, Little Bird. You are mine save for the dedication. And breaking your pretty aasimar love will be just the thing for the ceremony. I only wonder if I can push you fast enough to use it as foreplay for the birthing.

[Marian Hawke]

After spending an afternoon reading forbidden lore, hiding under the covers in her bedroom, Marian's mind is full of nothing but filth when she heads to dinner. She can't meet Lightsong's eyes; every time she glances at her friend's face, she pictures Tanna, pictures her doing the things she did, pictures her handing Marian over to be used by strangers, pictures her being penetrated, being doused in urine, being whipped, being fucked over and over.

It makes dinner very awkward, to say the least.

She does manage to stammer out an invitation to lunch; Lightsong accepts, and Marian flees back to her room to read the books once more. She spends most of the night reading; why bother trying to sleep, when she knows what will happen? Instead, in the morning, she takes one of her energy potions so she can get back to work. 

Lunchtime arrives, and she finally drags her head out of the book long enough to walk Lightsong toward the condo. "She's not... Well, just, remember that I like her, that she's good for me. I don't think you'll be friends, exactly, but... she's got a proposal for you that... well... I'll let her say," she manages, unable to look at her friend.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Oh Marian, what is troubling you so? I wanted to give you the space you asked for but I am beginning to... regret you asked. Varric had asked last night at dinner if anyone else besides Marian had met or even seen this Tanna, which had clearly troubled Zevran. The merikos drow had hedged a bit, but had revealed enough to worry everyone even more. Varric had taken the address and scant description of Tanna that Zevran's invisible stalking had gleaned- in addition to a scolding from Lightsong about privacy and trust that the males had weathered and mostly ignore. The topic had been dropped then, but Varric had discreetly made plans with Zevran to follow up on it later. 

"Marian, relax," she says gently. "She's your friend, I'm sure we'll get along fine. Please try and relax?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods, then nods again. "Okay. I-- yeah. You're my friend, and so is she. It'll be fine."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel turns to pull Marian into a hug, then checks herself, turning it into an awkward shoulder pat instead. "It'll be fine," she repeats once last time before resuming movement. "So... ummm. Tell me about her? I mean... anything I should do or not do? Or... like Helene's pronouns or Varric not liking to be touched?"

[Marian Hawke]

"She's very.... flirtatious. Um, if you see me using nicknames, or her back, it's part of a game we've been playing lately. So sometimes I call her My Lady and she calls me Little Hawke or Little Bird. That's normal, it's not, um, it's not a bad sign or anything. She... she's like Bela, a lot."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Nicknames and terms of endearment are very common in relationships," Haliel says supportively, though she can't entirely hide the longing in her voice. I used to call you Beloved... Little Bird sounds much more creative and personal though...

[Marian Hawke]

"Maybe we should have nicknames," she says, hesitantly, shyly. A moment later, before Lightsong can reply, Marian grabs her hand and tugs her down a side street. "Oh, this way. It's not far now."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel is silent for the minute or so it takes to reach the condo, then head up to the second floor. When Tanna opens the door, Haliel's greeting lodges in her throat at the sight. She looks... like me? Except... better. And truth be told, the aasimar that has pulled Marian in for a deep, passionate kiss does look a great deal like Haliel, an older sister perhaps. And one clearly capable of the passion and lust that Haliel is not. "Umm." She falters there, unable to break into Tanna's greeting. 

[Tanna]

That should do it, Tanna decides after almost a minute of intimately welcoming Marian. A hint of oil for Marian and a dollop of jealousy and challenge for Little Miss Lightsong. Pulling back with a moan, Tanna smiles lazily at Marian. "Missed you, Little Hawke," she murmurs, smoothing out the front of her rainbow silk robe. Floor length and nearly sheer, it drapes and clings indecently, legal only due to the criss-crossing leather straps she's wearing underneath on her torso- and even then, it's borderline.

[Marian Hawke]

"And I you, My Lady," purrs Hawke, head full of stars. A moment later, she pulls back, clearing her throat. "This is Dame Haliel Lightsong. Haliel, this is Tanna. I'm sorry, I don't know your surname if you have one," she adds, blushing faintly. 

[Tanna]

"Just Tanna I'm afraid," she replies easily. "Not in a position to use my family now currently." She lets part of a wince slip, trying to indicate it's a sore subject to avoid having to come up with an explanation. "I've ordered in- grilled meats and mushrooms, some candied berries... and some fresh fruit and syrups for dessert." She winks at Marian, knowing that she'll realize how those will be eaten. "Come on in and take a seat," she says lightly, gesturing at the sofas.