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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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The seal is already broken.

You are not surprised, you where out for a while after all and the Chantry isn't forbidden anymore.

And the red-headed bard was quite nosey by her own account.
The key fits and the old, heavy gate swings open,

the hinges scream and you are greeted by columns of dust dancing in the cloured light of the stained glass windows.

You enter the chapel, the Abbess walking confidently by your side.

Both of you giddy with excitement.
You take a moment to look around.

Old and dusty benches leading up to a marble statue of Andraste, undoubtedly fashioned in the style of Serault.

The statue carries a bow and the stony eyes almost look bloodthirsty.

She towers over the Chantry, free from dust and larger then three men.

And recently moved; the traces are clearly visible on the dusty floor.
You spent a few moments looking for a mechanism before you realize that the statue can be moved by simply pushing,

easily and quietly sliding across the floor on invisible tracks.

A dark tunnel starts just beneath the feet of the Prophetess, begging you to enter.

You find a beeswax candle and follow the tunnel in its flickering light.
To your surprise you soon find it leading upwards, to a hidden gallery, cunningly concealed in the belfry.

But it doesn't and there, as you look down at the nave from your vantage point you find the footprints on the floor.

You follow them to lever and to another tunnel, this one leading deep and far into the earth.
You decide to finish examining the chapel first before following the second tunnel into the darkness.

Apart from the benches, the statue and a simple granite altar there is only an old wardrobe.

You open it to find a substantial collection of priestly regalia.

Very substantial indeed; vestments fashioned from silk and satin, worthy of a grand cleric.

You beckon the Abbess to your side and you hand her the Vestments.
"For me?

Oh thank you your Grace-how can I ever repay you?"

You just grin and open your pants.
"Right here your Grace ?

I don't know... ."

She bites her lips.

You just jerk your hardening dick.

She sits down on the stone altar and spreads her legs.

You notice that she is not wearing any underwear.
You pull down her robes enough to bare her breasts and kiss her before you take her right under Andraste's watchful eyes.

You kiss her neck and breasts; your cock still jamming into her wet hole.

"Ohh maker, take me ...yesss..ahh...harder...sweet Andraste...please harder...".

You take her harder, invigorated by her strange prayer.
And then you are unable to resist her warm wetness any longer, shooting your seed deep into her womb.

You take a step back and look at her, sitting on the alter, your cum trickling from her cunt, staining her robes.

Desecrating the stone slab.

The scar on your neck itches,

and you grow hard again.
"Maybe you could...worship the Maker with your mouth?"

She looks at your member and nods, a mischievous smile on her lips.

She spins around and lays down on the cold stone, her head hanging over the edge.

And speaking of her lips-they are ready for you; red and open.
She eagerly wraps them around your member, sucking up and down your length.

Then she swallows your pole whole including your ball-sac.

You stifle a moan and grab her head with both hands.

Lust is burning in her eyes and she moans as soon as you remove your dick from her mouth.

Then you stop her moaning by fucking her throat with abandon.
Soon you feel an other orgasm approaching and you stop your feverish rutting;

allowing her instead to finish you off with gentle licks and kisses.
You can see her fingering herself and hear her moans between her oral ministrations until you can't resist any longer.

Thick spurts of semen erupt from your penis, coating her face and breasts and staining her robes further.
She discards the filthy garments, showing off her body to you; even making a show out of it.

(Alas you are completely spent.)

She wipes your seed off of her with the old robes and then she dons the new Vestments.

She'd look like a Revered Mother directly from a novella,

where it not for some left over globs of your cum still smeared on her face.

You hug her and kiss her and then leave her to her Chantry.
You exit through the secret passage, finally scouting out the second tunnel.

You stumble through the darkness for hours, the candle is almost burn out when you reach the exit.

You find yourself in a small clearing, deep in the Apple-woods.

A rough carving of the Masked Andraste stands in the middle,the flowers wreathed around her head already wilted.

Beside it a fire pit, filled with cold ashes, and small hut.

The hut is also empty, but the unmade bed and spoilt food betray it's former occupant.
You spent the rest of the afternoon searching for another trace but come up empty.

Whoever lived here has vanished.
It's already dark when you return to the Chateau.

You take a simple supper and then take Celia to bed with you.

You roughly fuck her ass before falling asleep atop of her.
You awaken in the middle of the night, alone.

Moved by a dream or maybe a vision you find yourself heading back towards the Chantry.
You are nevertheless surprised to see light shining through the new glass windows and to hear faint noises from inside.

With your interest piqued you run towards the forest and find the secret tunnel.

You manage to worm your way inside the Chantry in less than an hour.

You are back on the hidden gallery, once more overlooking the navel and an amazing scene.

The Chantry is filled with people, all of them naked except for some cloaks and masks.

Even the statue of Andraste wears a cloth mask, completely transforming her into her blasphemous hunter aspect.

The Cult of Masked Andraste is meeting again, this time in your own Chantry.
The Priestess is lying on the granite slab in front of the statue, naked apart from her mask encircled by naked men

and drenched in semen.

Her sticky mask conceals her face, helped by a thick ropes of sperm, completely covering her face.

And the mask, and the Priestress' body.
The other members of the strange congregation enjoy themselves on the benches and on the floor.

Copulating everywhere in every position imaginable.

(At least those not collapsed onto the floor.)

You can hear them; grunting, moaning and chanting their strange hymns.

Yet you are completely focused on their Priestess; something is familiar about her.

Not just your memories about taking her back in the forest but rather her pose on the altar.
Another man pulls his dick from her mouth, semen erupting from the tip

and adding another white layer to her face and the crusty mask

Soon he is replaced by another and then another; then by a woman, substituting spit for cum.

You watch the ritual until the end;

you are rock hard when the chanting stops and the cultists exist the Chantry one after the other.

Some carry their passed out companions, some hastily dressed themselves before leaving and some sneak out still in the nude.

Only the Priestess remains.

She sits up and reveals her face.

She removes the filthy mask and wipes her face on Chantry robes.
You are not surprised.

You creep down through the secret passage and move the Statue just enough to slip through the crack.

The Abbess doesn't notice you, until you stand in front of her, your hard cock already in your hand.

"Sorry I am late".

You start jerking while she lies back down on the altar, a smile playing on her lips.
To be continued in Chapter 25 To amuse the Maker
Wherein a sequel will be baited
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