Yes, I’ve been very inspired for short story fan-fiction in the past months, and this one is no exception. Another explicit smutty fic, this time taking place in Antiva, with the character from the Dragon Age book, Tevinter Nights, Lucanis Dellamorte. The story is password protected (with password indicated on the landing page of the story) and it includes artwork that I commissioned specially for this story by an artist I know, Kemvee.

I will probably write up a post about the fun process of getting the artwork done and how Kemvee was able to draw a character who we’ve essentially never seen.

Lucanis Dellamorte finds himself struggling while on a job
when his target attempts to seduce him.

Lucanis sat in the armchair of his target’s bedchamber, waiting patiently for her to arrive. He twiddled his knife to pass the time. The moon shone into the bedroom, creating a ray of triangular light on the bed.
        His target was a Venatori mage, not one of the most prominent ones, but one who had become a nuisance, and a threat to his cover. Lady Clelia had hired spies and assassins to find out if Lucanis had faked his death, which he had, and if he was actually alive, which he was very much so. She was a vocal advocate of him being alive, and he couldn’t lie low hidden in the shadows if someone was shouting from the rooftops he was still alive, regardless of whether they had evidence or not. Which was why she had moved up to the top of Lucanis’s target list. And now, on top of everything else, she was in Antiva, probably gathering evidence herself. Lucanis wasn’t going to let her reach Treviso.        
        This job wasn’t one assigned to him by any client, but he’d set himself a personal target list, a contract to himself, and he would treat this like any other job he took.
        After a time, the door to the bedchamber opened, and Lady Clelia walked in. Lucanis kept his gaze on her as she moved to the candelabra. He stood, moving swiftly to stop her from lighting the candles. He placed a hand on the wall, blocking her access.
        She paused and inclined her head curiously.
        ‘Demon.’
        Lucanis remained alert, still blocking her path, his other hand ready to grab hers, but she stepped away from the candelabra.
        ‘I was wondering when you’d show up.’ She walked to the dresser and pulled out a silky nightgown that looked more like a thin dress from where Lucanis was standing.
        ‘You’re not surprised,’ he said, trying to mask his annoyance. While he always assumed his marks knew he was coming, sometimes he wished that he’d catch them by surprise.
        ‘I told them, you know,’ Clelia said, letting her dress fall to the floor, ‘that you weren’t actually dead.’
        Lady Clelia still had her back to Lucanis. He could kill her now and have it done with, but he had questions for her first, which made her, in her state of undress, a different kind of challenge than any other target he’d gone after.
        She removed her bodice. Lucanis cleared his throat, trying not to let her curves distract him as a murmur of arousal threatened to foment inside him. She smiled slyly, turning her head to the side just enough to cast a glance at him. If Lucanis turned away, he’d be looking away from his target, and he needed to keep his eyes on her, and she knew that.
        Lucanis lifted his mask enough for it to sit on the top of his head, so he could bore into her eyes with his piercing gaze in an attempt to intimidate her – his gaze was known to make people turn away and break eye contact – but Lady Clelia simply droned on.
        ‘I told the other Venatori, “The Demon, Lucanis Dellamorte, is alive.”’ Lady Clelia turned to face Lucanis, her luscious breasts catching the light of the moon. ‘They wouldn’t listen.’ She slipped into her nightgown, which was in fact very thin and moulded her body perfectly. She took a few steps towards Lucanis. ‘Well, it was only a matter of time before I became your target.’
        Lucanis bore into Clelia’s eyes from where he stood, alert, holding his knife more tightly and standing firm.
        ‘How did you know, Clelia? How did you know I was alive?’
        Clelia smiled. Around her mouth were the lines that marked her many years, yet her face still looked young despite them.
        ‘I heard whispers,’ said Clelia. ‘The grandson of the First Talon who had once expressed wanting the title while drunk, suddenly the heir. What had changed the First Talon’s mind, I wondered. He says much when he’s drunk, your cousin, to the right audience.’
        Lucanis let out a mirthless chuckle, shaking his head. ‘Illario.’
        ‘The grandson the Venatori have been hunting, suddenly dead,’ Clelia continued. ‘And yet,’ she took a few steps forward, her eyes never glancing away from Lucanis’s gaze, ‘still Venatori mysteriously vanished, found dead, killed by a ghost, with whispers in the shadows of a demon, and the markings on the victims much like many others killed by one particular Crow.’
        Lucanis pressed his lips together, nodding. ‘And you noticed these markings, heard these whispers, but no one else believed you.’
        ‘Yet.’ Clelia kept her mouth open and she licked her lower lip, her eyes sizing Lucanis up and down. ‘I’m thirsty.’
        She walked to the mantle and poured herself a glass of wine. Lucanis found his eyes wandering to her bum and he caught himself biting his lip. He shook his head once and closed his mouth, looking back up.
        Lady Clelia turned back towards him. ‘I am a mage, Lucanis Dellamorte. You won’t succeed in killing me.’
        Lucanis waited for her to take a few sips of wine before answering. ‘What tells you I haven’t already poisoned your wine?’
        In a bound, Clelia was on him, her lips pressing onto his.

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