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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 those better than us. 'Cause they exist.]
At first there is just jet-black darkness.

And then comes the pain.

Burning like fire down your throat.

A blunt throbbing on the back of your head.

The needling feel of bedsores all over your body.
With a groan you slowly force open your eyes.

The darkness recedes and is replaced by a blinding light.

You close your eyes again.

"Wat...", your voice breaks.

Before you can coax more from your sore throat you feel a cup pressed against your lips.

Fresh water slowly trickles down your gullet, each drop feels hot like burning oil.

But you keep drinking until the pain overwhelms you.

You cough spitting out the water, the contractions causing you even greater pain.

You try to scream but your voice breaks again.
You black out.
Feverish images are racing through your mind.

The Divine still naked, a wicked smile on her lips.

Embracing her red-haired understudy, bloody dagger still in hand.

Crimson lips pressed against each other, your blood dripping from the cruel blade.

The red-head slowly moves down the Divine's body;

planting kisses on her neck, her breast, her belly and finally between her thighs.

A soft moan escapes the Divine's lips.

What curious scenes a injured head can conjure.

Still you feel a familiar stirring in your loins.

You carefully open your eyes.

You are in your room, lying in your bed.

The red-head sits by your side and smiles.

She grabs your erection through the white linen sheets.

Just a little to hard.

You want -no need her touch, yet simultaneously fear she might crush it.

Her grin widens.

"Good morning my hero...".

Hero?

You want to ask her, but you can't force more than a dry cough from your throat.

"You poor thing saved Most Holy from an assassin by risking your own life...".

That is not how you remember that night at all.

"...luckily your guards chased him away."

"Why...", your voice breaks again.

"Shhhh...", she puts a finger on your lips, "...don't speak. Rest your voice."

Her melodious laugh reminds you of a nightingale.
Then her laughing suddenly stops and she looks at you with cold eyes.

"At least this is the story you will tell anybody who asks.

And speaking of asking: Whenever the Chantry asks anything from you from now on you will obey.

No questions asked."
That makes sense. Well more sense then the last story at least.

A smile creeps across your lips.

"You... you can't...", speaking still hurts but this kind of business can't wait.

"... make me...my information...", a painful rasping cough interrupts you.

"Your information is little more than proof of your relative usefulness.

And speaking of information- I did some searching of my own.

I know about your dealings with the things that lurk in the forest.

I know about the blasphemous cult of the Masked Andraste.

I know how you treat your prisoners and subjects.

Any of these things are enough to utterly ruin you.

And your little tidbit of disgusting slander is only useful as long as Most Holy is alive.

So I'll say it again: We will ask and you will obey."
You feel light headed, close to fainting.

But her grin has returned.

"Come in girls!", she calls out and soon two young women in Chantry robes enter.

"His wound needs redressing and...", she sniffs, "...he needs a sponge bath.

The girls giggle and start taking care of you.
Blood is slowly flowing back to your head and -as they start stripping your simple nightshirt off- into your nether regions.
"I have more good news, your Grace...", the red-head is still smiling,

"...I was able to locate a long lost aunt of yours."

Her smile almost seems genuine.

"The poor thing was left behind by the Shame.

But she is in the care of the Chantry now. And I am sure she will be better in time...",

she pauses for a few moments as if to carefully weigh her words.

(still you find the silence eerie.)

"And should some misfortune befall you your line will continue."

She is still smiling but the implication is not lost on you.

You can feel the blood leaving your head (and your loins) again.
For all you know she just invented this aunt.

But she could nevertheless easily kill you or have you killed, replaced by an aunt that is either insane or an imposter or both.

You are out-played, easy prey; it's not like your bodyguard could save you last... .

(Oh crap.)

"What...happened...to...my...bodyguard?", you speak slow and slurred, each word still hurts.

Again with her dangerous smile.

"He was attacked by the assassin, his arm was broken and he was knocked out, other then that he is thankfully alright."

You breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Any...?"

She shakes her head.

"Other then the two of you there were no other casualties. Thank the Maker."
You take a closer look at your caretakers.

One of them has long blonde hair and enormous breasts, barely contained by her robe.

She has just removed the old bandages from around your neck and now starts applying a poultice.

The other has short auburn hair and is now rubbing down your body with a wet cloth.

Your now completely naked body.

You can see the red-head smiling at you as blood once again flows into your hardening member.
"I must be off now...",she raises from her chair,

"... but we will see each other again; one way or another... .",

she says this with a cheerfull voice but the threat is not lost on you.

She opens the door.

"Morrigan...sends...her...regards.", talking still hurts but you feel like this needed to be said.

She turns around and flashes you another smile.

"Get well soon, your Grace".

She bows and then she is gone.

"Oh, my Lord, this is most improper", the auburn-haried Sister has found your erection and is massaging it with her cloth.

The other has finished dressing your wound and giggles and blushes.

You moan involuntarily (and raspily), eliciting more giggles and blushes from the girls.
"I'm Maya, this is Tina", says the blonde.

You nod with as much dignity as you can muster, while Tina is stroking your cock through her cloth.
Then suddenly the wet rag is replaced by her mouth.

Maya kneels down beside you on your bed and looks deep into your eyes.

Then she removes her robe. She is naked underneath.

Her full breasts press softly against your chest as she brings her head closer to yours and draws you into a kiss.

Perfection.

Your tongue enters her mouth and entwines with her's.

Your hands start start exploring her smooth skin.

Her ass and her tits.

The curvature of her hips.

Her pussy already dripping wet.

Meanwhile Tina is still sucking your dick with wild abandon.
It is like a dream.

Two Chantry Sisters offering their hot bodies to you.

Doubts start creeping into your mind.

This is simply to good.
"You...are...spies!"

Tina stops her ministrations and looks up to you.

Maya stops kissing you and lies down beside you.

"With are but humble Cloistered Sisters...", Tina says, but her grin is just a little to wide.

"If we were... .", Maya is laughing, "What would you do about it?"

You consider your options for a few moments.
"I'd probably just enjoy this."

Maya giggles and Tina plants a kiss on the tip of your penis.
The blonde moves behind the brown-haired girl and starts opening her robe.

Her breasts spring free, they are smaller than Maya's but still a good hand full.
Soon both girls are sharing your member between them, kissing and licking your dick, your swollen balls and each other.

And then you can't hold back any longer.

Seed shoots from your cock; a sheer endless stream of white ropes; filling their mouths and coating their faces;

clinging to their hair and staining their breasts.
And then you just fall asleep.
To be continued in Chapter 24 : Sealed
Wherein a few more secrets will come to light.
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