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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 cliffhangers. Because suspense is good for you.]
Thunderous applause erupts and you bow in badly faked modesty.

You stop yourself from raising the keys over your head in triumph and instead order the next course to be served.

Servants carry in trays of black pudding and a medley of sausages.

Dried, smoked or roasted in grease.Some mild, some spicy, some even sweet but all of them quite succulent.

Served with five kinds of mustard and strong ale.

Truly the pride of the Pig-Farmer's brood and pleasing to the palate of your guests.
Then it is time for some more entertainment. Theatrics allowing both your guest and yourself to prove your clemency.

You allow the Dashing Outlaw to step forward, eyed suspiciously by guards and Chevaliers.

A risk of course, but one that could pay off in more ways then one.

"Most Holy, Divine Justina V, please hear my tale", the Outlaw prostrates herself before your guest and begins her confession,

still lying on the floor; slowly rising as she tells about leaving behind the mud huts of her childhood.

She hangs her had as she tells about her time in the military and about the reasons for her departure.

She claims she picked up banditry almost by accident, pranks and petty thefts growing into the antics she is now infamous for.

(You are even inclined to believe her.)

She tells of daring heists and risky cappers, of helping the common folk and of her encounters with the nobility.

People are laughing then crying then laughing again; one lady evem faints as the Outlaw tells a rather bawdy story.

The Divine seems more amused then anything.
After the Outlaw has finished her confessions the Divine stands up and addresses her directly:

"Of all the Maker's virtues, mercy is the one too quickly sacrificed in service of another.

You are forgiven, and I trust...", she turns towards you:

"...you will spare her the noose.

Now justify our faith: live a better life."

"I will. Thank you, most holy."
Does she mean it? You wonder if even she knows.

She isn't an outlaw anymore; but she still owes you.

Now more then ever.

You excuse yourself again,since there are still technicalities to be worked out concerning the pardoned Highwaywoman.

The Divine understands of course and so you hurry away.

The Bard picks up his lute and starts distracting your guests with some songs to cover for your absence.
You actually find her in the kitchen, as luck would have it.

She is repeating some of her stories to the serving staff

and when she mentions her carnal encounters with a nobleman Celia and Beatrix exchange knowing looks.

You decide to step in.

"Why don't we finish this in my quarters?

Bea, Celia would you please so kind to bring some wine and food for this poor woman.

I won't let a free woman starve in my court!"
As soon as the three of you have entered your room you drop all pretense and whip out your dick.

The girls don't feign surprise and instead smirk knowingly and start stripping off their clothes.

Then the three girls are in front of you,on your bed, on all fours -like dogs- just ready to be mounted.

And you are ready too.

The Former Outlaw is in the middle,you start with her, probing the holes of the other two with your fingers.

The girls moan in unison and you grunt, as you switch from her cunt to her tight asshole.

She screams with both pain and pleasure with each of your thrusts.
She seems both relieved and sad as you withdraw from her and enter Bea instead.

Her snatch is already wet from the finger-fucking you gave her and hungrily welcomes your member.
You put your hands around the Maid's hips and increase your tempo to a crescendo.

The Former Outlaw, obviously seeking release moves in front of Beatrix and pushes her wet sex against her mouth.

Celia moves closer to you and you spare a hand to explore her folds again.

Moaning and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills your room.
Soon both you and the Former Outlaw are switching between the two Serving Wenches;

careful to always finger the hole of whomever you are not fucking right now.
You watch the Outlaw groping Celia's free swinging tits, her snatch still serviced by Bea,

she switches one last time -as do you- now groping Beatrix, with Celia's face buried between her thighs;

then her face turns red and her breathing grows ragged;

finally she falls back on her bed, juices still freely flowing from her cunt.
It is truly a sight to behold and you feel your own orgasm nearing.

You give both Serving Wenches a few more hard thrusts before ordering your companions to reorganize themselves for your finale.

You sit on the edge of the bed and have the three girls kneeling on the floor;

worshipping your cock with their tongues.

All three of them hastily rubbing their wet holes, aching as much for relief as you do.

And then you finally shower them with your cum.
While you make yourself presentable again, the two Maids, greedily lick your seed off of each other,

fingering one another to their well deserved orgasm.

The Outlaw meanwhile goes for some food and wine, eating still in the nude and covered in your spunk;

watching the two girls for entertainment.
As you leave she already has finished eating and is playing with herself while watching the Wenches.
You return to the great hall and order the main course served;

Venison and boar, roasted over the open fire, served with cranberries and fresh-baked bread.

As much a delicious meal as a testimony of your hunting prowess.
During the meal you entertain Justinia with some of the secrets that you unearthed;

you start by pretending to simply chit-chat about rumours concerning her enemies.

When she shows some interest you grow bolder and whisper information about her friends and enemies both into her ear.

She smells like roses.
Finally you toast her with heavy Tevinter red and then slip her a sheet of vellum;

listing names and sins, written by your own hand.

She slips the list into her robe, giving you a sharp-edged smile in return.

(Though there is still one secret you hold back- the secret.)
Then a poor orphan is presented to her, his sad tale opening the Divine's heart -and your purse.

Some of your guests are even weeping; although their tears dry up as soon as the next course is served.
Servants carry in the light local pastries, filled with rich meat, yet still fluffy and light;

served with curs of goat cheese, as local tradition dictates.

You weren't sure if this dish would satisfy the Divine's taste

but she empties her plate with surprising speed and even calls for another.
After this second to last course the red-headed secretary present you with a wooden box,

containing -as the Divine explains- the ancestral mask of Serault, entrusted in her predecessor's hand until now.

You don the antlered mask and the hall erupts into applause,

your guests admire the fine craftsmanship on the glass-antlered, gem-inlaid green mask

as much as they celebrate your -and Serault's- newfound dignity.

You quiet the room by calling for the last course.

A giant cake filled with jam and cream, served with sweet fortified wine.
Then you present one last petitioner.

"Our gift to you, Most Holy, is nothing less than the very heart of the faith," says the Guildmistress,

as she steps forward and presents the guilds gift.

A Chantry sunburst backed in silver, its coiling flames made from purest gold.

The disc at the centre is silvered glass, a mirror shining as bright and as brilliant as mountain lake in spring.
"I noticed the masterful glassworks of Serault when I entered,

the stained glass windows of your home alone putting the Grand Cathedral to Shame.

And this...", she lifts the mirror.

"...confirms it. We will be the first to bring your work to Val Royeaux,

though I would be surprised if this would be the last order you will receive from the capital."
For the next half an hour The Divine, The Guildmistress and you haggle over a contract for new windows and decorations.

You and the guild will make a fortune from this order alone.

But you know that nobles, attempting to emulate the Chantry's taste,

will order enough to make her one of the richest provinces of the empire.
You have reached everything you could have wanted and the Guildmistress' smile is a invitation that makes your member harden.

But you are not satisfied.

You have one more card to play. A last gamble.

Risky to the extreme, but you now know that nothing less will satisfy you.

You lean over to the Divine and whisper something into her ear.

A single word.

Marjolaine.

Her face is frozen into an unreadable mask as you ask her:

"Would you do me the honour of walking with me?"

She nods, her face still unreadable.
You walk into the gardens and out of sight.

(Though you expect the Silent Hunter to lurk around somewhere.)

"How much do you know?"

"I know of a Bard and a Revered Mother.

An illicit affair,military secrets...".

"What do you want?", she interrupts you.

You put your hands on her breasts and start massaging them through her robe.
"I want you!"

She nods, her face still a perfect mask, not a single muscle betraying her feelings.

She slowly opens her robe and you start massaging your growing dick.

You whip it out as she removes her robe completely, standing in front of you only in her semitransparent silken underwear.

You are rock-hard as she removes her bustierre and you start stroking herself as she slowly pulls down her panties.
Then she stops.You can hear a nightingale singing in the distance.

You can see her pubic hair but her most holy place is still covered by thin fabric.

You look up and notice her smiling.
So many thoughts and impressions in so little time.

The crimson spraying on her half-naked body.

The Sorceress' Words:

"And if a red-headed sister travels with the Divine relay to her my best wishes".

The secretary and the wooden box.

The burning pain on your neck.

The red-head steeping into your view, bloody dagger in hand.

And then darkness.
To be continued?
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