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The Night of the Inquisition	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 12535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: The Inquisitor and the Grand Enchanter
“Inquisitor?” a familiar voice called Variyas title from the bottom of the stairs to her quarters. “May I speak with you?”
Josephine’s body froze in her lovers hold, petrified of surrendering even the vaguest hint of their presence-
“Yes, please come up” Variya called out to the visitor.
Josie inhaled sharply, preparing the utter her objections. Variya felt the gentle rise of her lovers chest, her swift elven hand clasping over Josephine’s lips and swiftly stifling any attempt at protest.
Josie pulled herself free of her lovers faulting hold, her hands scrambling across the bed desperately clutching at the loose bed sheets and holding them to her front in a desperate effort to protect her modesty. The soft bed sheets sifted through her shaking hands, offering little cover against the approaching eyes. Josie decided on a final desperate effort to save herself, cupping her hands tightly over her breasts. The footsteps grew louder as their visitor ascended the steps to the Inquisitors quarters, Josie’s heart pounding frantically in her chest-
Variyas hands reached out to intertwine Josie’s fingers in hers, drawing her arms aside as they were held aloft, and spread them eagle like the wings of a dragon in flight. “Fly Josie, fly!” Variya whispered in her lover’s ear, tightening her grip to ensure her lover remained laid bare before her. Their visitor emerged over the cusp of the stairwell, turning to face the elaborate spectacle presented before them only to be stunned into wordless silence.
“Ah, welcome Grand Enchanter” Variya confidently welcomed the elven mage with a devilish smile played across her lips.
“Fiona, I...” Josie stumbled over her words as she attempted to make use of her silver tongue to diffuse the chaos and alleviate the inevitable backlash which would follow the public revelation of the nature of their relationship-
“No need to explain, Josie” Variya reassured her. Josie was surprised to hear her pet name spoken outside of their private moments.
Grand Enchanter Fiona sat on the large white sofa across from the large bed. “When you requested an audience I never thought-”
The scales fell from Josephine’s eyes, she finally understood in that moment that this whole thing had been orchestrated from the very beginning with the sole intention of leading events to this very moment. On the surface the Inquisitor appeared the model leader, honourable, wise and just beyond her years. However in private not a glimmer of that prudence remained.
“Dirthara mal!” Josie cursed.
“You learn well” Variya congratulated her student’s elegant grasp of the elven dialect.
“I will rip your fucking ears off!” Josie swore through gritted teeth.
“Calm ambassador” Variya reached out to caress her fingers across Josie’s cheek. Even with their unwavering audience still present Variya continued to press her hips forwards, continuing to delve deeper past her lover’s lips-
“Can you stop fucking me in front of-” Josie protested.
“I can’t believe how she’s taking it like that” Fiona sat clutching her hands tightly in her lap, unable to turn her gaze aside.
Variya fought to restrain her lover even as Josie continued to resist. “I apologise Grand Enchanter. It appears my partner suffers from an incurable bout of shyness” a devious smile formed on Variyas lips. “Perhaps she would appreciate some ‘Audience participation’”
Fiona’s eyes snapped wide, her heart quickened in her chest. “I don’t, I can’t…” she stuttered through shaking lips.
Variya pulled herself backwards, the shaft of the faux penis retreating from her partner’s pussy lips with a wet pop. Josephine collapsed onto the bed, her panting gulps for air reminiscent of a Mabari hound in heat proved far from dignified. Variya reached down to her waist and released the clasps of her strap on one by one with a dexterous flick of her wrist. Grasping the wet shaft in her hand she began to withdraw, a sharp hiss revealing the truth that the strap on was double ended as it emerged from Variyas lips with a wet pop.
Variya slipped off of the bed with elven dexterity, sauntering suggestively towards the elven enchantress sitting on the sofa. Variya reached out to take Fiona’s hand in hers, holding her fingers lightly in her own as she drew the elven woman to her feet.
“What is going on?” Fiona finally summoned sufficient composure to respond. “And why is Ambassador Montilyet dressed in such a way?”
“An excellent question, Grand Enchanter” Variya said. “I have received intelligence of a spy within the Inquisition, the Ambassador is assisting me with this investigation”
“Intelligence?” Fiona questioned. “Assisting in what way?”
Variya sauntered behind Fiona, her fingers scurrying across Fiona’s curved back. “I require your initiative in eliminating this threat to the Inquisitions sovereignty”
Variyas hands reached around to Fiona’s front, releasing the belt which held her blue robes to her skin. Variyas fingers crept up Fiona’s belly, feeling Fiona’s body quivering beneath her explorative finger tips. Variya unclasped the tie at the base of Fiona’s neck, a sharp intake of breath was all the distraction Variya required to be free to peel Fiona’s long flowing robes from her softly tanned skin.
As the robes passed her ample breasts Fiona’s simple white underwear was revealed to the prying eyes of her elven caresser. Variya descended to her knees behind Fiona, taking Fiona’s dark blue robes with her as she discarded the unnecessary clothing into an unimportant corner of the Inquisitors quarters.
Variya slipped the leather straps around Fiona’s well-toned legs, the smooth leather passing seamlessly across the Grand Enchanters legs. The leather straps formed around Fiona’s waist, pulling the buckles snug to her skin Variyas fingers savoured the elegance of her handiwork.
Variya rose to her feet, pressing herself into Fiona’s bare back as she guided her elven partner towards the elegant rump of the Antivan ambassador presented before her. The extended phallus pressed tentatively against Josie’s outer lips, her body tensed as she realised her the Grand Inquisitor was pressing against lips other than her pussy.
“Wrong hole, wrong hole!” Josie said through gritted teeth.
Variya continued to press herself into Fiona’s back, goading her forwards, whispering softly in her long ear. “Its ok, keep going”
Fiona continued forwards, the large bulge of the faux penis pressing deeper and deeper with each tentative thrust into Josie’s rear. With the rear well covered Variya slipped from behind Fiona’s back and crept curvaceously across the bed to idly lie beside her well-worn lover.
“When I’m free of this” Josie spoke through shaking lips. “I am going to impale you with the largest and bluntest object I can find”
“Aw, I love you too” Variya placed a peck on her lover’s enflamed cheek.
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