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Shameless-Tales from Serault	By : UtherSlutdragon Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 20695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Out!"

The courtiers disperse at your command.

Their chattering and gawking finally stops.

As you step towards her bed, she smiles weakly.

"Those are my friends, your Grace.

I am dying and this is the company I have to keep.

At least they are sometimes entertaining."

She sighs.
You shake your head while you walk towards the Dowagers bed.

She is in terrible shape, her face and hands are covered by open sores and

her breathing is hard and raspy.
"You won´t die", you putt the books you are carrying down on her nightstand,

"You are not even sick", you open a book and show her an illustration,

"See your symptoms only seem like Poulenc´s disease but you are

actually affected by Cold Death, a rare and most foul mixture of poisons".
"But why?", she coughs.

"I fear the visit of the Divine has made all of us into pawns of the Great Game

and it seems they choose you as the first sacrifice."

"Honourless bastards!"

She coughs again.

"More importantly", you produce some small vials,

"these will keep you alive and help with some of the symptoms...".

"But even the Sorceresses healing magic didn´t help."

"Well it seems that scholarship can help where magic fails.

However the only known cure is Wyvern venom", you smile

"and so I shall hunt a Wyvern. For you."
Well you, six Chevaliers, a pack of hounds and some local guides actually.

While it is an important move to save the Dowager

(and the right thing to do), you still remember your last hunt.

Missing a deer is hilarious, while missing a Wyvern is deadly.

Still with this party the danger is neglible and the chance to also

gain a trophy is well worth it.
You depart the castle in high spirits, jesting with the Chevalier and taking

sips from your wineskin.

The morning is clear and sunny and everything is fine for once.

Finally the dogs pick up the trail you follow them through the underbrush,

until you almost tread into Wyvern dung.

You have found it´s hunting grounds.

You look around and realize that you also lost your companions.

And the hounds.
Before you can decide whether you should head back (and risk shame)

or press on (and risk dead) a man flies past you

and slams against the trunk of an old oak.

His neck snaps with an audible crack.

He is followed by the Grey Warden Mage, staff in hand and with

blood splattered all over her blue and silver armor.

"Your grace, I did not expect you out here", she bows briefly and then starts

looting the dead man.

She ignores his simple steel daggers and instead takes a bag of coins and some

letters from his cheap leather armour.
"Actually this one is for you...", she hands you one of the letters.

You open it and skim over it.

A griffon seal and warm words. The missing letter of recommendation.

"...and if you would follow me there is more", she beckons and you follow

her back the way she came.

More corpses in simple leather armour are strewn across a clearing and the

Grey Warden heads directly towards one and produces a single white cameo, depicting

a woman holding a flame, from his armour.

"A gift from the Grey Wardens for you, your Grace".

"Erh.. thank you", you accept the gift while Bethany continues looting the corpses.

"Aha", she takes an old looking metal bottle and ties it to her belt,

"I am done here.

Can I help you in any way, my Lord ?", she smirks and removes her armour,

ostensibly inspecting the blood and cleaning it but still presenting her

well-trained body in undergarments.

"Well I am hunting a Wyvern but there is a more important

thing you can help me with".

She bites her lip.

"What ever could that be?"

Your cock is pressing against your drake-skin pants begging to be released.

She moves close to you and feels your hardness.

She moans in appreciation and finally frees your throbbing member.
She rips off her cotton panties and impales herself on your wood.

Her momentum presses you against a nearby tree and she straddles you with

her legs, trapping you between her body and the tree.

Her lips press against yours and her tongue enters your mouth to play with yours.

Her hands grab your ass and neck and she throws herself on your cock,

again and again.

You can feel the rough tree bark even through your armour.

Another thrust and she convulses and falls from your cock.

She is lying on the floor screaming at first, then laughing.
"Oh wow, I needed that", she laughs again,

"and it seems you need this!"

Her lips wrap around your dick, licking of her own juices and moving up and down

your shaft.

She frees her tits and places your cock -after a last lick- between them.

She kneads you with her breasts, massaging them and your rod with skilled motions.

You cum.

Hard.

You shower her tits and face with your sticky goo.

Strain after strain hit her body until you both finally collapse onto the ground.
"so about that Wyvern...",

still half-naked she grabs your wineskin and takes a deep swing

and only then starts dressing herself again.

"...I have some experience.

Do you think the two of us will be enough ?"

You show her your surest smile.

"Definitely."

"I would usually prefer a larger group.

Four people maybe. Three at least".Her eyes wander into the depths

of the forest and suddenly she smiles.

"Nevermind that then -let´s go."
The Warden finds the beasts tracks easily enough.
After you have followed Bethany for about an hour she suddenly stops and smiles.

"Time for the bait".

A swift motion from her staff and a deer is pulled by an unseen force

from it´s hiding spot in the underbrush.

"Shoot it will ya?"

You pull your bow from your shoulder and kill it with one shoot.

(Though you may have ruptured its paunch.)

A noise - a strange mixture of a scream and a belch almost lets you drop your bow.

You turn around and see the Grey Warden smile.

"Sorry, I don´t know why I thought I could replicate the Wyvern scream.

I guess she made it look to easy.

But this should do if I remember correctly".

She starts to whimper.

It actually kinda sounds like the common nug.

While you doubt her methods at first after ten long minutes of nug noises

you see the Wyvern.

It seems large...

...and hungry.

Bethany rises her staff and the beast slams down on the ground

as if pounded by a giant hammer.

You loose two arrows against it´s thick hide.

The second even penetrates.

The beast turns its head slowly towards you while the mages attacks it with

fire and ice.

You fire another arrow.

It is bleeding now, and it roars in agony and then it spits.

It´s poisonous venom arcs towards you and you try to dodge.

Try to shield your face with your arms but you can´t quite make it.

You feel it seep through your armour and burning against your skin.

You notice how everything seems to be happening faster now.

Well everything but your movement.

The Wyvern`s head darts towards you, its maw wide open.

You somehow manage to stumble aside.
For a second you see a woman instead, her mouth is open and ready for you.

Then an arrow hits the beast in the eye.

Or maybe Bethany`s staff. Or maybe both.

You fall down. You can´t even move your pupils anymore.

You see the green treetops above and feel - nothing.

"Fuck. That was careless.

I should have known better.

Fuck.

You- come here."

You see Bethany`s face above you.

She seems worried.

Then another face. A man.

Dark, green eyes and wild, ,long black hair; held by an iron circlet.

You know him from somewhere.

"The antidote.

Fuck. I will need Drakevein."

The man nods.

"And Winterberry...",he nods again,"...and Andraste`s Grace".

He looks at her for a moment then shrugs.

You see her biting her lip.

"No wait Andraste`s Mantle."

He nods again and then disapears.

Now remember his face. He is one of the huntsmen.

Good hunter but not very talkative by all accounts.

Happy about your discovery you pass out.
You feel moss under your body.

Your arms feel numb but the rest of your body seems fine.

You cough violently and open your eyes.

You notice that you are lying between a Wyvern corpse...

...and the Silent Hunter licking Bethany´s slit.

You close your eyes again.

You open them again and the huntsman still has

his face buried between the Warden´s thighs.

"Are you yesss feeling yesss better? Yesss that´s the ahhh spot."

"I think I had a vision of my great-grandmother.

And it was oddly arousing".

She moans again and now your penis is definitely also awake.

You free it from it´s leather prison and start rubbing it gently.

Bethany grins and moans again.

"Yess,fuck me already, ahh and you yesss you come closer".
You crawl towards her, still stroking your dick;

while the Hunter positions himself behind her and finally pushes his girth

into her wet cunt.

She moans as he fucks her and then she silences herself by putting your dick

between her red, soft lips.
"I wanna try something...",

she has removed your cock from her lips but still strokes it with slow

and deliberate moves.

She pushes you softly on the moss and moves over you.

Her hands are playing with her slit and ass.

Then she is above you and impales herself on your dick.

"...and you can try my ass".

The Hunter simply nods.
Bethany screams her lust out into the woods.

Both her holes are filled but she is still grinding against your pole and

fingering herself.

You notice the Silent Hunter taking her ass with controlled moves.

Slow and steady.

Meanwhile you just lie there and enjoy the show.

Suddenly the Hunter picks up the pace and takes her faster and faster.

He groans and withdraws his softening dick from her ass.

He dresses up and disappears with a bow.

Bethany just smiles and redoubles her efforts against your dick.

You feel your own orgasm approaching and throw yourself into it.

"Yesss I am coming", she screams as you release your seed into her womb.

Then you fall asleep.
To be continued in Chapter 11: A messy web.
Wherein a mystery will finally be solved.
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