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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
Disclaimer: I own neither Dragon Age nor The Last Court . But that´s okay since I don`t make any money with this anyway.

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The first rays of morning sunlight seem cold and metallic,

you shiver and try to stand up.

You fall back into the puddle of your own vomit;

the smell is bad enough to make you retch again.
You stumble on your legs and drag yourself to the open window.

The sun seems even crueler now and as you empty your stomach of the rest of last night's meal,

you notice the pounding pain in your skull.

You force yourself to the washing stand and manage to clean yourself.

The room is spinning around you and with a groan you fall into your bed.
Despite your exhaustion sleep doesn't come easy to you.

Your headache and a dreadful feeling of loss deny you the peace of slumber for far to long.
You couldn't have rested for more than a moment when a sharp knock against the door awakens you again.

You manage to sit up, the room isn't spinning anymore but there is still a sharp pain stabbing at your brain.

"What?"

"Excuse me, your Grace, you have a visitor.", the serving maid seems nervous.

"Send him away!"

"She said she is here by orders of the Divine, your Grace, please she seems very impatient."

"Andraste's tits...I...

tell her I need an hour....damnations... .

And ready me a bath!"

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You are still hung over as you enter the great hall but at least you should look somewhat presentable.

You sit down on your throne and eye your visitor.
"Lady Cassandra Allegra Port..."

"I am Seeker Penthagast...",the woman clad in the armour of the Seekers of Truth interrupts your herald rudely:

"...and I am here to control your security before Most Holy's arrival!".

(Haven't the Seekers of Truth deserted the Chantry ?)

You nod your head slightly.

"I will of course help the Right Hand of the Divine in any way she sees fit."
You leads her through the Chateau, showing off amenities new and old.

She doesn't seem impressed and instead focuses on security;

unsatisfied until she has controlled every guard and Chevalier, searched every empty room

and walked the entire length of your wall.
You end the tour with the Divine's room.

She looks under the bed.

She walks up and down the wall, stops and walks back.

"Did you personally supervise the building?"

"Well no I..."

"Good".

Her hands trace along the cherry-wood covered wall on the north side,seemingly lost in thoughts.

Suddenly she kicks against it, sending splinters flying everywhere.

To your surprise her kicks have revealed a small hiding-place.

Another kick followed by a muffled scream of pain and she has already drawn her sword.

The short blade of a dagger thrusts through the opening but she blocks it easily

and then stabs into the darkness. And then again.
A gush of blood and then she yanks somebody out of the wall.

He has dropped the dagger and crimson now stains his once black clothes.
She retrieves his weapon and studies it and his pale face.

"Not even a Crow... ."

She looks into your face for a second.

Your look of utter surprise seems to satisfy her.

"If he had been one of your men I don't suppose he would've been in here already...

I wonder...", she interrupts herself.
Meanwhile you regain some of your composure.

"Guards."
The two of you wait in silence while some guards appear and remove the body.

"I assume you will be staying for the visit", you ask her, trying to break the silence.

She doesn't answer immediately, seemingly unfazed by the uncomfortable silence.

You clear your throat.

"I will have a room prepared for you... .

Hopefully it will be assassin free...", you try a little laugh.

She is still silent.

She is really making you nervous.

"Do you have a library?"

"Erh ...yes ...I do... ."

Another silence follows.

"Do you think it is a risk?", you venture a guess.

"I need a book."

You clear your throat, trying to mask your confusion.

"Can I... can...erh... maybe I can help you finding it."

She stares at you for a few moments, sizing you up.

You feign a cough.

"Something about Kirkwall."
You walk over to your library in silence.

Painfully uncomfortable silence.

You are thankful to see your books, to fill the air with chatter.

"You have read Genitivi of course...".

"Yes."

"Both 'Travels' and 'The City of Chains'?"

"Yes."

"Oh here 'The Far Cliffs of Kirkwall'", you thumb through it,"sadly it appears to be just poetry...".

She takes it from your hands anyway.

"Oh I know, my own Bard has collected some insights on Kirkwall and well some speeches...I erhm...here."

You hand here a handwritten leather book.

"It isn't in print yet so... ."

"Thank you."

"I also have some novels that are set in Kirkwall... .

But Tethras is a rather erh... sensationalist read", you motion towards some books,

"If he isn't outright indecent...but he did travel with...", then it hits you:

"You should've been here sooner; you could've asked the sister of the Champion...,I mean she spend her you..."

"The.Sister.Of. The. Champion.", she interrupts you, her cheeks are red and her eyes seem to burn.

"Why yes she left only a few days ago, she surely would...".

You can see the fury in her eyes and interrupt yourself.

You stand there awkwardly, a cheap copy of 'Swords and Shields' in your hands, unsure of what to say.
She calms herself.

"Thank you, your Grace, would you excuse me?"

Her voice is calm but you can still sense her anger.

You decide that discretion is the better part of valour.

You actually bow and flee your own library.

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You can not sleep.

You think of the Warden. Her body pressed against yours.

Usually you'd chase away the melancholy with alcohol but tonight even the wine seems inadequate.

Maybe literature could soothe your soul?

You head down to the library.
You are surprised to find the Seeker.

Though you are more surprised to find sitting in your chair, pants and panties around her ankles,

her legs spread in a v-shape and her right exploring her black-furred folds.

In her left she holds a small book.

Swords and Shields.

She hasn't noticed you yet.

(Unsurprisingly.)

You hide behind a large bookcase and continue watching her.

She moans as she explores herself.

You touch your hardening member through your trousers.
She whispers something, followed by another throaty moan.

You sneak closer, still mesmerized by her body.

And still touching yours.

You are close now. You can smell her. You can almost feel the heat of her trained body.

And you can hear her.

"And the Knight-Errand awaited her Guardsman on a bed of red roses...",

she moans, as her strong fingers once more part her folds.

"...their bodies meeting in unbridled passion. Like wanderers lost in the desert of their eternal love...

ohhh...".

She closes her eyes, just playing with herself;

enjoying her picture of the two lovers like you enjoy the picture of her, pleasuring herself.
Your cock is free now and you jerk it in rhythm with the Seeker's soft touches.

The thought of going over to her, of embracing her and entering her.

She moans again and you can only barely stifle a moan yourself.

You know she wouldn't care for advances, still in your thoughts you are with her now taking her...

"...and her grabbing the sheets as if they could help her withstand the burning fire of lust and passion.

Two bodies as one, a raging fire of harmony. His spear...ohhh...".

A shudder runs through her body, she drops the book and opens her vest.

Her left is playing with her hard nipples, her right is still buried deep in her cunt.

She leans her head back against the soft leather and closes her eyes.

A soft scream escapes her lips and her whole body is shaking.

You edge even closer to her.

She presents her whole body to you, caught in orgasmic ecstasy.

You pull a silken handkerchief from your pocket, your eyes still transfixed on the woman in front of you.

In your mind you pull your dick from her red lips,

your seed on her firm body and not wasted on the handkerchief.
You slip away before she notices you.

(Now you have one more thing to keep you awake at night.)
When you awake the next mornings, she is long gone.
To be continued in Chapter 21: Divine Divinity
Wherein an important guest will finally arrive.
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