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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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[Brought to you by poetry. Because I suck.]
It seems to be an inherent law of the universe that you aren't allowed to finish

even a single meal without disturbance.

As soon as the herald announces that a peasant girl needs to speak to you urgently,

you push aside your honey-roasted boar and motion for more wine.

"Let her in!"
Beatrix fills your cup with heavy red wine and a pretty, golden-haired girl enters your hall.

She keeps her eyes cast down on the floor.

"It's your Bard, your Grace. We were...ah...riding in the woods,"

you notice the burrs in her hair; her grass-stained skirt.

Beatrix starts shaking and spills some wine,staining your silken shirt.

"But we were interrupted by a Horned Knight !

He wore armor all of green and rode a stag,

and he was accompanied by maidens with skin the colour of birch-bark and hair of leaves."

You take a deep drink.

It again. Curses.

"Continue child."

Her voice is shaky but she continues her tale:

"The Knight said your Bard was to go with him, for there was a song he needed written..."

"...and my Bard objected, yet was forced to attend him regardless?", you interrupt her.

She nods without raising her eyes.

"Thank you child, you are excused."

She bows and hurries away her eyes still cast down on the ground.
You retire to your quarters.

Is it time to fight the thing?

How dangerous is it exactly?

Perhaps a thorough study of Beyond the Veil might prove advantageous ?

A timid knock interrupts your pondering.

"Come in!"

The door opens just a few inches and Beatrix slips through the crack.

"Please your Grace, you have to help him.

I know he is a philandering weasel but...",

she starts to sob.

You hand her your handkerchief to wipe away the tears.

And then you surprise yourself by speaking:

"I will rescue him, whatever it takes!

I will not leave him in the clutches of this thing!"
Her faces lights up with joy as she throws herself at you and starts to hug you.

"Thank you! Thank you! Oh thank you!"

She presses her lips against yours and puts her hands into your tightening trousers.

You punish her insolence by pushing her on your bed and lifting her skirt.

You reveal her already wet snatch.

She moans as your fingers explore her folds.

You pull down your trousers and your semi-erect member springs free.

She turns around and opens her red lips.

You gladly accept her invitation and push your cock into her hungry mouth.

A few licks from her skilled tongue and you are rock-hard.

"Turn around, Bea I want your cunt !".

She releases your hardness with a smile and then presents you her sex.
As soon as you enter her she starts moaning and whimpering

and after just a few thrusts she screams out her orgasm.

You pull out of her wetness and position your rod at her backdoor.

"Do it, my Lord! Take me hard !"

Your cock is lubricated with her own juices and you enter her easily enough.

She celebrates each of your thrust with a throaty moan.
You increase your tempo and she starts fingering herself towards a second climax.

You pull out of her ass and spray your seed over her firm butt cheeks.

She turns around again and starts cleaning your member with her tongue;

still fingering herself and moaning between licks.

Your dick hardens again and soon you jam your erection down her throat.

"Thank...gargl...you...",

she licks down your shaft,

"...again...arghll...your...",

another lick,another deep moan,

"...Grace."

You force your member as deep into her throat as you can.

And again.She chokes and screams and moans.

You empty your balls into her mouth and across her face.

Another strain of sperm flies into her hair.

She screams out her own orgasm and you silence her with your softening dick.
After she has cleaned up your member again,

you both get dressed and you take some Royals from your nightstand.

"Get to the glass-works and tell them I need a gift for a person of great renown.

A stag or something should suffice.

And I´ll need it by tomorrow morning.

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This time you are prepared for the dangers of the woods.

Instead of your heavy-armoured and slow Chevaliers you have enlisted the help of

the Grey Warden Mage and the Silent Hunter.

Each of you has a hungry Fereldan Warhound on a leash

and you are clad in your best armour.

You check your sword, dagger and bow before you signal your companion to begin the hunt.

The forest is bathed in the blood-red of the rising sun and seems very quiet.

Maybe to quiet.

Nevertheless the hounds soon pick up the Bard's scent and lead you deeper into the woods. Deeper into the crooked trees and looming shadows.
"Ninety years of freedom!

Ninety years of blight!

Doomed by elven wisdom,

Doomed in all their might!"
You shake your head and grin:

"Andraste's tits, he is sober!"

Bethany smiles:

"And apparently in this direction."

The Hunter simply nods and follows her motioning.
The singing gets louder and louder.

"Doomed by Drakons's power,

Ninety years of strive!

See the tainted flower,

see the Warden's ...",
"... oh shut up already,

we are already here!", you interrupt him.

"And this Warden will take all her weapons and leave,

if she has to hear this damn song again.", Bethany adds laughing.

The Hunter simply shakes his head and readies an arrow.

You can see the bard now.

He is atop a small hill but unfortunately,

between you and him stretches a labyrinth of razor-thorned brambles,

thick as a keep's walls.

Each thorn glistens with a gelatinous, amber resin.

The Hunter points out two gates, each formed from thorns and wild flowers.

Each seemingly offering a path through the bramble-maze.

The Grey Warden Mage shakes her head and lifts her staff.

A cone of red,hot fire cuts a clear way through the plants.

"This seems to be the quickest way, your Grace!",

she mock-bows and walks towards the bard.

You and the Hunter quickly follow her.
The three of you have almost reached him when the Horned Knight appears beside the Bard.

On his command yet more vines sprout from the ground.
The Hunter dodges them easily enough.

They clash against the Warden's armour and simply break.

You try to dodge but as you land face first in the dirt,

you can feel them entangling your feet and lifting you into the air.
"Regretfully your Bard is engaged in creating a work of the utmost importance to Serault,

and can thus not be released into your service.

Furthermore I remind you, o Lord of the Road and Field,

that you still owe me a debt of gratitude.

And so I must ask you that you depart my woods."
You try to show as much dignity as you possibly can

(while hanging upside down.)

"Dear Lord of the Forest,

I come to you bearing gifts...

- Bethany would you be so kind?

It´s in my belt pouch...",

The Mage's hand pats you down along your waistline and takes the gift from your belt,

after seemingly involuntarily touching your dick multiple times.

You clear your throat.

Bethany presents the finely crafted stag, made from glass and gold.

Then she puts it down before her on the ground.

You clear your throat again.
"I hope you accept this gift as a token of my regard.

I think it in both our interests to avoid bloodshed!"

The Hunter's arrow is aimed at the knight's head

and Bethany points her staff lazily in his direction.

"I guaranty to you, one Marquis to another, that the Bard will finish his work.

Her glory is my utmost goal too after all.

He will however do so in my house and under my supervision.

Is my offer agreeable?"

You try your best to look confident

(but you are still hanging upside-down in the air.)
The Horned Knight hesitates for a moment and then nods.

The vines retreat.

"Your offer is agreeable.

Take your Bard and go with my blessing.

I will await the completion of his work.

Farewell."

He disappears into the the long shadows.A raven caws in the distance.
The Bard offers you his hand, you take it and help him up.

"Thank you, your Grace.

Sweet-bosomed Andraste, it's good to be free!

As employers go, the Horned Knight is kind enough - although mad as a badger -

but I'm too old for sleeping on greensward and drinking naught but spring water."

You smile and pat his back.

"Oh damn, I need a sodding drink and a good tumble!

Water and dryads are quite tiresome."

Bethany takes a hip-flask from her belt and hands it to him.

He drinks greedily but then coughs and frowns in disgust.

He then takes another swig.

He hands you the flask and you examine it carefully.

A simple, flat metal bottle; about half-full with a foul smelling spirit.

The words `Princess Piss`are etched on the bottom.

You take a sip.

It really tastes quite bad.

You offer it to the hunter.

He declines by shaking his head.

Bethany takes back the bottle with a grin.

"I know this tastes bad but maybe I can offer something a little sweeter... .

You said you needed a good fuck after all.

So taste this".
She pulls down her armoured leggings and cotton undergarments

and motions towards her glistening sex.

The Bard drops on his knees and starts licking her hole.

You can see the lust on Bethany's face;

how she presses the Bard against her cunt and how she opens her top

and starts playing with her round tits.
Your own dick presses uncomfortably against your hardened drakeskin pants and so you

yank it out.

You hear the Hunter breathe a sigh of relief and see him also freeing his cock.

The two of you stroke your dicks in silence while the Warden enjoys the Bard's skills.
"Oh yes.

Yesss that´s the ahhh spot.

Keeping going.

Yessss!", she is breathing heavily and only now seems to notice you and the Hunter.

"oh my poor boys, lemme help you !

You lie down.And get your dick out.

And you two come closer.

No, on your back, silly."
She is riding the Bard while alternating between licking your cock and the hunter's,

jerking the other with her right hand.

Her left is still playing with her breasts.

Her tongue flashes up and down your prick,

soon replaced by a deft hand and nimble fingers.

The Hunter fails to withstand her treatment any longer and shoots his load into her

jet-black hair.
You and the other two follow soon after.

You spray your seed across her face while she screams out her orgasm and

milks the Bard to his orgasm with her cunt muscles.

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On your walk home the Bard tells about his time with the Horned Knight and his

obsession with the Shame.

The man and the event.

He also empties the rest of Bethany's wretched spirit.
Beatrix awaits your return at the edge of town.

As soon as she can see the Bard, she starts running into his arms and kissing him.

Then she breaks the kiss and slaps his face.

"You taste like cheap booze and cheaper cunt!"
To be continued in Chapter 16: Your Chevalier
Wherein a horse will die.
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