Northstar Vale das gericht

Unsated; unadorned;
the delicate and wan features were weakened by the beastglint gaze that the faerie looked to Mahler with as she heard the words which he had to say. His tranquility — the shorn lip furled in utter discontent; dismissive of his lax diction;
she had meant to make him writhe for her, to remember her by this hour; to have him thrice between her thighs and twice down her throat; to have him above her and despairing for the depths of her; quivering in the afterquiet of ministrations all. For though sweet and softened Undómiel would ever be, this meet had withered her into some substratal and wildling she-creature that held the stone with pearlmade claws and stared at this ... this male who was not as exhausted as she would have made him be; not in as an enervated a vulgar stupor that every single utterly gluttonous forever imperious female nerve so shrieked her to exact.

He had not taken her;
not in the least.

Had she been unraveled far and further past the foundations of her very sensibilities, the stricken might have snarled that she did not suspect there would be much talking in the spring, and that he would not again find that might sunder him twice and, O! — how she has dreamed thrice—
this thought begs for a simper; and so she does, syren; with the tongue to part lips with the laving-over of fangs at the reverie of the musiker left to drown within her.

... But Andraste is not so thoroughly frayed as to forget her own words. Smote at throat; speared through heart. The salt of worn sorrows and raw sensuality are unheeded, for now, she raises an unquailing chin and looks the priest o'er through lashes thick with a rare hauteur that was vastly ... queenly:

"Thus it is, General. I admire your efforts, however,"  ever smiling teeth and taunting; wickedness,  "to plead my name as I ended you."