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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 climax. Because come on.]
All the bells are ringing and you are ready.

You stride through your hall in anticipation; for you are ready.

It will only be moments until the Divine finally arrives.

You have adorned your home with hunting trophies.

You collected secrets, rumours, whispers, her foes' fears and the follies of her friends.

The feast is prepared, lavish almost to the point of becoming obscene. Almost.

In short: You are ready.
Your eyes wander over to your guests.

Friends, (estranged) family, esteemed dignitaries and between them your newest vassal.
The Horned Knight approaches you, carrying in tow a curious priestess.

She is wearing Chantry robes but her eyes are dandelion flowers and as soon as she sees you she grabs your dick through your trousers and moans:

"Cocks!"
You almost blush but compose yourself, then drag her into a dark corner and call for your Bard.

The Divine will arrive in moments.

She frees your hardening member and starts swallowing your length while the Horned Knight just watches and smiles.

Then she notices the Bard and lifts her shirts.

He grins like a wolf and accepts her offer.
"My friend...", you address the Knight.

"...I just wondered...ahh...", the wild woman has swallowed your shaft whole, testing your concentration.

"...if you would really enjoy this party".

For a moment you simply enjoy the skilled tongue dancing on your shaft;

her head pressed against your groin by the Bard's thrusts.

"Honestly you would be...ahh...bored. Chantry folk don't appreciate the...ahhhh... finer things in life".

You look down on the robed woman in front of you, her noose touching your pubes.

"Well... most Chantry folk at least".
You take a step back, your cock leaves her lips open and spit running down her chin.

She moans and tries to fill the void by catching your member again.

You motion the Bard to back off and take his place on her backside.

You press your saliva-lubricated dick against her until now unmolested asshole.

She moans again as you enter her; her sounds soon silenced by the Bard's member in her mouth.

The Horned Knight waits until you have found your new tempo, before he gives you his answer:

"You are of course right my Lord...", his eyes wander over the three of you.

"But before I leave, please promise me to deliver my gift to the Divine."

He points towards the Sister, still caught between you and the Bard.

You force a smile.

"But of course. And I will soon call on you for a special feast in your honour."

He bows and walks away.
As soon as he is out of side you send your Bard to fetch the Elegant Abbess.

He protest but still obeys, his erection awkwardly tucked into his pants.
Meanwhile you press the girl against the cold stone wall and fuck her harder.

She seems to like the rough treatment, her juices gushing from her pussy and running down her legs.

More and more with each of your thrusts.
One last deep thrust and you reach your climax.

As soon as she notices, she turns around and drops down on her knees.

She catches the last spurt from your eruption on her chin

and then starts cleaning your dick with her expert tongue.
A short time later the Abbess arrives and takes her as far away from the Divine as possible.
And so you await for your guest of honour, your cock still wet from the forest-girl's saliva

and your clothes donned hastily.
Then finally she arrives.

Her entourage is smaller then you expected:

Four Guards, an elderly Revered Mother and a young redhead of a lay-sister, the Divine's secretary or something.

(Didn't the Sorceress tell you something about her?)
But in all honesty you only have eyes for Most Holy.

It isn't her beauty, though she is -as you quickly notice- quite beautiful;

really she is downright gorgeous for her age.

It is her power.

And not just the power, worldly and spiritual, that she wields; no it is the power that she can give to you,

restore to you.

She can restore Serault to her former beauty.
You bow down to greet her.

You welcome her into your hall with warm words and sanctimonious phrases.

Then you lead her to the table. You offer her your throne and signal for the feast to start.
For the first course you serve galantines of veal in the shape of sunbursts on a bed of steamed beans,

garnished with cubes of pickled ox-tongue.

Piece by piece, the mountain shrinks to a hill, then a mole-hill, then to nothing.

Meanwhile you entertain her with hunting tales, only slightly embellished,

subtly pointing out some of your trophies.

She smiles at you warmly.
Then doors burst open and a wyvern slithers into the hall.

It is an act, of course - a troupe of mummers hidden inside the slain creature's skin.

But your guests shriek in delight nevertheless.

A man within the head makes the fanged jaws snap. Delighted screams and applause.

He roars through a funnel that makes his voice blare.

The 'wyvern' continues it's wild dance until an elven maiden,

clad in the colours of Serault and wearing the mask of a great hero,

enters and brings down a blunt sword on the 'wyvern'.

The whole room erupts in laughter as the beast splits into five parts

and it's head comes to rest in front of the Divine.

You rise up and applaud. The whole room follows suit.

Even Most Holy rises from the throne.
You take a sip of wine and address the mummers and your guests.

A few jests, just wild enough to entertain, just tame enough not to offend.

Another sip of wine.

Now that the power seems so close the Divine's beauty becomes more and more intoxicating.

You quickly avert your eyes and focus on the elven actress, a beauty in her own right.

Ample breasts, brown hair, her face still covered by a mask.
You wave over the Elegant Abbess and excuse yourself to the Divine:

"I just must give the mummers my regards in person".

You bow and she nods.
You swing by the kitchen to pick up some flowers. And to check on the cooking staff.

And to grab Celia's ass.
The mummer's have made their camp behind the Chateau.

You walk past tents and bonfire. Figures huddled around the fires or almost hidden in the soft shadows.

You find the elf in her cart.

She has removed the mask now, freckles despite her dark teint.

She actually blushes as you give her the flowers.

The both of you blush when you notice she is only wearing a thin, semitransparent silk robe.

You commend her skills and she laughs as you move closer to each other.

"You are beautiful!"

She falls into your arms and your lips meet.
You can feel her hands opening your belt.

You slip the robe off of her shoulders.

Now her naked form is pressed against you and she finally frees your cock.

Another kiss and you enter her awaiting wetness.
The two of you tumble onto her bed and soon she is riding you.

You grab her magnificent breasts while she continues to impale herself on your member.

A scream of lust escapes her lips and she increases her tempo, riding you faster and faster.

Finally she shudders and moans and screams out her orgasm.

She silences herself by collapsing on you and pressing her lips against yours.
You close your eyes.

Without breaking the kiss her hot, wet folds are replaced by the gentle stroking of a hand.

Then her lips travel down your neck, down your chest, down your belly;

until they finally reach your cock. And wrap around it.
You open your eyes and take in the view.

Her head between your legs, her back and ass arched up and building a perfect tableau.

Her hands gripping the bed-frame. You put a hand on the back of her head and start pushing your cock deeper into her.

Careful at first.

But as she doesn't seem to mind, deeper and harder into her mouth and throat.
Suddenly the door of the cart opens and a naked blonde enters.

She looks at you then down on the Mummer's ass,

she opens her mouth and spits cum and saliva down on her colleagues ass.

She looks up again and smiles at you, some of the mix still clinging to the side of her mouth.
Another deep jab into the elf's throat and you to start shooting your load.

The Mummer takes it all into her mouth and then turns around to hug the other girl.

You pull your pants back up and straighten your outfit.

The two naked girls motion you to follow them.
They lead you into a dark corner where the Wyvern's Head is busy fucking another actress from behind.

Your Elven Companion spits your load on the third girl's ass while her beau continues ramming her.

You smile and walk way.

(Theaterfolk sure are strange.)
You are back just in time for the next course.

A thick soup of onions, scallops and charred bacon is served.

You serve the broth with buttered bread and heavy red local wine.

It's a bit rustic but it seems to satisfy your guests.
The Divine rises after she has finished her dish and turns to face you:

"We are delighted with this warm welcome.

You have shown yourself to be a gracious host and a valiant knight.

The days of Serault's penance are over."
You are speechless as she hands you the keys to the sealed chantry.

She kisses your cheeks, like a sister.

She says a few more warm words.

Your face burns with pride.

And desire.

And the night is still young.
To be continued in Chapter 22 : Beyond Divinity
Wherein somebody will overindulge.
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