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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 the other Bard. Because pretentious poetry.]
"It is done!"

"In just a week?"

"I never said it was my best work."

"Still- just one week?"

"I also might've plagiarized some Legrand...".

Your eyes dart over the pages.

"Still impressive...".

The Bard looks down on his shoes.

"I may also have started... well... sooner..."

"Sooner?"

"When I came back.I just never thought anyone would ever read it.

Given your situation...."

You continue reading.

It really is rather impressive.

Some tweaks and it might even serve to further your glory.

Should the Shame be lifted at least.

And it shouldn't be connected to you.

But still impressive.
You put the manuscript down on your bureau and push it towards the bard.

"It will serve.

Take it to our Horned Friend then."

The Bard coughs.

"I'd rather not.

I ...".

You nod.

And pull the pages back.

"I'll see it delivered.

And thank you."

The Bard flashes you a bright smile, rises from his chair, bows and leaves.

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You find the Silent Hunter on the outskirts of town,

relaxing on a bale of hay under the blue sky.

The Warden Mage lays beside him, her blue and grey armour-jacket opened and exposing her breasts.

She smiles as she sees you, licks her lips and slowly starts closing the silver buttons.

Very very slowly.

You can feel your pants tighten.

She notices your bulge and laughs a melodious laugh.

"Greetings, my friend."

You greet the two with warm words.

The Hunter nods and she laughs again.

"Sadly I must go now...".

She emphasizes the sadly and winks at you.

The Hunter says nothing.

You sit down beside him while the Mage picks up her staff and leaves.
You enjoy the quiet peace beside him for a few precious moments,

then you pull the manuscript from your knapsack and hand it over to the Huntsman.

He glances at the title page and nods.

"Would you deliver it to..."

He just raises his hand and nods.

You lay back and sink deep into the soft hay.

You don't even notice him leaving.

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Two short knocks against the wooden door of your room.

You push into her with another steady thrust.

"Just one moment."

Two more thrusts quicker now and harder.

Celia stifles a moan.

On last deep lunge.

You pull your cock from her tight ass just as you start cumming.

Your seed pours on her cheeks and starts running down her shapely leg in thin strains.

She turns around and licks you clean.

You kiss her forehead and whisper:

"Get dressed now, my sweet."

Another lick, then she picks up her short linen skirt and white blouse.

You shove your dick back in your silk pantaloons and walk over to the nightstand.

You fill a glass with wine and take the first sip.

Celia is dressed now.

She looks almost innocent except for your load still trickling down her legs.

You smile.

"Enter!"

The Silent Hunter enter, he bows to you and nods toward your serving girl.

The expression on his face is unreadable.

"Your Grace."

Celia curtsies and hurries through the open door, then closes it behind her.

"Did you?"

He nods and hands you a letter of sorts.

Jagged letters in charcoal on pressed bark.
My Lord,

thank you for your honest dealings.

My deepest thanks to your Bard for his masterful work.

Allow me to show my gratitude and appreciation by inviting you to my home.

I offer hospitality, entertainment and a chance for both of us to learn.

I would be honoured to welcome you in my glade during the next full moon.

Eternally yours,

The signature is a blood red smear.

The seal beside it shows the Stag of Serault, reversed on a crimson field, weeping sky-blue tears.

You read the letter again.

And again, although you already know that you will go.

Your curiosity will one day kill you.
You put the note down and fill another glass.

You offer it to the Hunter with your left while you pick up yours with your right.

He accepts it, his face still a solemn mask.

You raise your glass and you both drink in silence.
"I would ask something of you."

He nods, his expression unchanged.

"I would like you to be my guard.

You would be...".

You start explaining but you stop after you notice the look in his eyes.

He looks at his hand, doubt and clearly visible on his face.

He seems to be far away now, focused on another time and another place.

Finally he speaks.

He actually speaks.

"When I left the Empress I swore I would never again be a shadow..."

He bows.

"... but I will be yours, and hers."

You offer him your hand and he takes it.

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You have assembled your party.

The Silent Hunter, almost invisible in the beginning twilight.

The Bard, already drunk and shaking visibly. He holds his lute for support, his knuckles white.

The Warden Mage, wearing a dress in the style of the Free Marches instead of her armour.

Celia in a short silk dress she borrowed from somewhere, carrying the gifts.

You indeed acquired gifts, a mirror of finest Serault Glass adorned with roses

and a bottle of Tevinter Vintage.
Dancing lights show you the way, deeper and deeper into the silent forest.

He has made his lair in on of the Shame's old hideouts.

An old tower, the walls crumbled and the floors collapsed.

A gnarled oak has replaced the roof, spreading a canopy of red leaves in it's stead.

Moss grows on the floor

and moss is draped across the logs and old masonry which serve as furniture.

The Knight and his Court are already seated, the 'chairs' by his side left empty.

Servants moving dreamily along the long table, their eyes overgrown by moss

and flowers blooming on their naked skin.
He rises to welcome you and motions you with honeyed words to his right.

Bethany sits down to his left beside a dryad, her skin brown like bark and with emerald eyes.

The Bard takes his place among the strange courtiers,

beside a dryad with ivy hair and nymph, water lilies in her white hair

and with a strip of glittering scales winding from her right foot across her belly,

between her naked breasts up to her left shoulder.

Celia takes her place even further down the table, between a stag-headed faun and a willowy dryad.

The Hunter remains standing, his features obscured by the dancing shadows.
You start by presenting your gifts and toasting to his health.

He immediately opens the wine and has two servants put up the mirror on the last standing tower wall.

He offers you a gift in return, a sandalwood box, a Stag etched into the lid.

"I could not accept this my Lord,

I am a guest in your house and you already honour me with this feast."

(And it would put you in his debt which you really do not want.)
Then you feast.

Tender meat, smoked over open flame; apples and honeyed nuts.

Water and wine from chipped glass goblets.

Plums and succulent pears and raw fish.

Once again you raise your glass:

"To Friendship!"
"To Friendship!", the strange court echoes.

The Bard stands up from his seat and starts playing a simple melody.

"There is no maker !

There is but me !

No dead prophet shall rule,

for I will know eternity.
I fear no Emperor !

I bind the abyss to my will!

No living man shall rule.
By the first night's chill,

By fire and water,

by air and ice,

I call forth darkness,

I will pay the price.
By blood and life,

By love and death,

the whole word

but a thought in my head.
Unveil your truth,

Unveil yourself !

All shall kneel before me,

men and dwarf and elf.
There is no maker !

There is but me !

No dead prophet shall rule,

for I will rule eternally."

He half sings and half screams his dissonant verses

and the mad glow in his eyes only vanishes with the thunderous applause of the weird revelers.
The Horned Knight raises his goblet and walks over to the Bard.

You can see him take both the Bard's hands, shaking them long and then hugging him.

A single tear rolls down his eyes and you can see him mouth something to the Bard

but you can't make out the words through the noises of the party.

The Bard is smiling now.

The Knight says something else and then walks back to his seat.

The dryad and the nymph climb onto the table and crawl over another, exchanging hungry kisses.

The Bard stands up, still smiling and starts playing with the nymph's ass.

"The Shame made me,...",

you look to your side and only now notice the Knight sitting there again.

"...he conjured me from the Fade and bound me to this form", he continues.

The nymph has turned around now, her head buried between the dryads legs;

her left hand inside the Bard's trousers.

"He taught me, showed me what powers he possessed...",

the Bards cock is free now and gently stroked by the nymph.

You notice your own right resting on your trousers, your hardness swelling against them.

"...I became his student and I did as he did...", the nymph has now swallowed the Bard's entire length.

"...I called lesser beings and he... he called my wife for me",

he motions toward the brown skinned-dryad.

She bows her head and licks her apple-green lips.

The Bard is now fucking the dryad while the nymph rips open his shirt and licks his chest.

"He gave me everything and I never gave him anything in return...",

He falls silent, his face is somber.

You notice Bethany, both her hands under the table;

watching the Bard and his playthings with hungry eyes.

He is now alternating between the nymph's mouth and the dryads pussy.

The dryads is hungrily licking the nymph's slit.

You can feel your own loins stir.

"I see now how much you are like him...".

The Bard climbed over the table and you can see his naked ass slap against the nymph's slender body

and the dryad licking his balls, then swallowing the whole sack.

"...you are worthy and I would...", he is interrupted as his Lady leans in from behind kisses him.

You hadn't even noticed her.

"But it can wait".

You feel the soft touch of a female hand on your shoulder;

you look up and see the brown-skinned dryad slowly withdrawing her hand.

She walks towards the edge of the clearing, her hips swinging.

She turns around and beckons you with a smile.

"Go", the spirit's hands touch yours.

You stand up and walk over to her, your member still pressing against the confines of your pants.

You look back towards the table.

Bethany's eyes are closed now and a soft moan escapes her lips.

The Bard now lies on the table, the dryad impaled on his dick and the the nymph sitting on his mouth.

You can hear their screams of passion from where you stand.

Two small hands softly grab your left wrist and the lady of the forest slowly pulls you into the woods.
She stops in front of a little lake then turns around and embraces you.

Her lips press against yours, they taste strange, like ripe apples and walnuts.

You look deep into her eyes and suddenly notice the purple glow in her iris.

She breaks the kiss and starts discarding what little clothing she wears.

First she removes the wreath of leaves around her breasts, then the thin foulard she wore as a skirt.

She giggles then turns around, showing of her shapely butt, and jumps into the water.
The water is surprisingly warm and smells faintly of sulphur.

The dryad is swimming away from you, stopping from time to time to flash you a wicked grin

"Catch me...". Another smirk.

You swim after her.

She evades your first attempt.

You catch up to her again and manage to grab her ass but still she slithers away.

Again you pounce and this time you reach her,

she falls back into your arms and rubs her butt against your dick.

You kiss her neck and fondle her breasts.

Your cock hardens with each of her bounces and you are about to enter her when she slips away again.

You are about to chase after her once more but then you feel something under the water.

Hands on your hips and then a new warmth and tightness around your dick.

Then her tongue starts dancing up and down your shaft.

Bubbles rise from the water in front of you,

yet you can fell your dick disappearing deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth and down her throat.

Your hands search the water in front of you until you finally feel her body, her ribcage,

one of her pert breasts.

She grabs your hands and puts one around her neck and the other at the back of her head.

She does the first few slow jabs for you.

You fuck her face, slowly at first but then you fell her hands again pushing with yours,

until you fuck her harder.

You can feel her lips against your tip until you ram your rod into her throat again

until her nose touches your balls.

Doesn't she need air?

You loosen your grip on her head but once again you can feel her hands on yours until you continue.

Another deep thrust,you scream your joy into the forest, unconcerned of who might hear you.

Once more deep into her throat.

(Does this count as a favour?)

Another thrust.

You see a shadow moving on the edge of the lake.

With a groan you start fucking her even faster.

Definitely not an animal.

You kneel down in the water until your eyes are barely above the surface of the small lake,

still fucking the lady's throat.

Another thrust and you shoot your load deep into her throat.
You soften your grip on her head and your dick begins sliding out of her mouth and into the warm water.

You submerge yourself completely in the water and slowly swim towards the edge of the lake.

Carefully lifting your head you can finally discern the shadow.

Celia is sitting beside the lake, her eyes darting around nervously.

You can't help but smile.

You submerge again before jumping out of the water yelling: "Boooooo!"

She shrieks and falls flat on her back,

revealing her naked slit under the short silk dress.

She shrieks again before finally recognizing you.

"Your Grace I ... ohhhh.....",

you have started kissing her exposed sex.

"....I....ohhhh....came....ohhhh...looking for you....ohhh....BEHIND YOU!",

she screams, jumping away from the pond.
The dryad kisses your back her hands searching for your cock.

When she finds it soft she once again disappears under the waters surface.

Soon you feel her lips and tongue working on your pole.

"It's just our hostess, my sweet, you needn't be afraid."

Celia slowly crawls back towards the water, her eyes transfixed on the opaque surface.

"How does she...ohhh", one of her fingers starts probing her cunt,"...ohhh...I wanna try too!"

She removes her dress in a single swift motion and then jumps into the water.

You feel a second pair of lips pressing against your growing cock, just for a few moments,

before Celia emerges again, gasping for air.

"How does she do it?"

You shrug and Celia dives down again.
As soon as your cock is fully erect you withdraw from the water.

Celia lies down on her back, the grass around the pond seems comfortable enough.

Then the dryad on all fours climbs over the serving maid and presents you her cunt.

Her pussy lips look withered and brown, yet are soft to the touch.

Your probing hand let's her moan and thick yellow nectar starts flowing from her hole.

You spit on your hard member and carefully start pushing it into her hole.

She is incredibly warm and surprisingly soft.

You increase your tempo.

She moans in appreciation.

You grab her ass with both your hands and start thrusting into her with abandon.

She pants like a bitch in heat.

Celia's hands paw at her tits.

The dryad pants again then laughs and then starts screaming as more nectar gushes on your dick.

Her cunt convulses and milks you over the edge.

You shoot your load deep into her.
You jump into the lake to clean yourself up.

The dryad follows you in.

She washes your back and licks your cock clean.

(Though she can't coax it into hardness again.)
As you get dressed you point towards Celia and say:

"Why don't you extend your hospitality towards her?"

She nods and has soon pressed her ivy lips pressed against the maid's crotch.

With a smile on your lips you walk back towards the feast.

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You almost stumble over a stag-headed faun fucking a naked servant on your way back.

You stop for a moment and watch the festivities.

The Bards sits on the table, still naked and strumming his lute.

The nymph has fallen asleep, her head resting on his lap.

Many of the other seats are empty and those still at the feast seem to be lost in carnal pleasures.

Two fauns double-team a dryad and you can hear moans from the forest.

Bethany and the Knight seem to be only ones just talking.

You move towards your seat, your host still caught in his conversation with the Warden;

her cheeks are red and you notice her hair is sticky with tree sap.

You sit down.

"...and you should be able to kill it easily enough...",

Bethany acknowledges his words with a nod and smiles as she sees you.

"...oh your Grace, welcome back."

You sit down beside him and take a sip of wine.

He looks at you for a few moments before he speaks again:

"You really are ...worthy.

I... I would swear my fealty to you if...

If you would accept it."

You take his hand and nod.

"I accept."

"I would ask but one boon of you...".

"Name it."

"I would like to attend your feast.

I would like to meet your Divine."

You agree.

What could possibly go wrong?
To be continued in Chapter 19: Retardation
Which will be even worse than you expect.
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