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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 brevity.

Because it`s the soul of wit.]
You awaken before sunrise.

You are still wearing yesterdays clothes.

And you reek. Of sweat and sex and -faintly- of pig.

So you wash yourself, perfume your body and put on

a new set of clothes.Leather trousers, a scarlet dyed shirt.

Riding boots and drake-skin gloves.
You enter the great hall in high spirits.

Until you see the window.

The giant stained glass window is broken and

the morning cold creeps through the hole that

used to be the pride of your Chateau.
"What happened here?"

Your seneschal hurries to your side:

"I am sorry my Lord, somebody threw stones last night;

I have already sent word to the guild

and the Mistress should arrive any moment now.
You break your fast in silence.

Warm milk. Toasted Bread.

Stones? That doesn`t really seem like something your peasants would do.

Or is the revolution closer than you anticipated?
The arrival of the Smiling Guildmistress interrupts your brooding.

She bows deep; her smile is fickle.

"I am sorry your Lordship but we can not repair your window as of yet."
You stare at her in disbelief.

She bows again deeply, her smile is completely gone now.
"My Lord, we require certain tints to produce quality fit for your hall.

Sadly the merchant delivering those is days overdue now."
Silence fall onto the great hall as you ponder her words.

This can`t wait.Not with the visit but weeks away.

You can´t wait for your guards to find him.

You really can´t wait for another merchant to arrive.

And you really really can`t present shoddy workmanship to the divine.
"I will take care of this matter personally".

You send for your cloak and dagger.
The missing merchant is actually surprisingly easy to find.

A few kind words. A well placed bribe.

He is holed up in an house of ill-repute in Candles Street.

The proprietor leads you to his room.

You smell cheap wine and the fragrant smoke of

certain herbs found deep within the Applewoods.

You kick open the door.

The proprietor glares at you.

Two Ladies of contracted affection shriek and hide themselves under blankets.

The merchant just looks at you with blood-shot eyes.
"Explain yourself".

He looks at you, only slowly realizing who burst into his room.

"I may have over-indulged, your Grace. But as my red-haired colleague said:

There is no guilt in Serault'."

You demand to know what he means.

"Just that there is only one shame in Serault.A man can indulge his vices in Serault without worrying that word of them will get back home."
You place your hand on the hilt of your dagger.

"If you want to get back home at all you should start to worry.

Or you might learn, that the depths of the Applewoods contain more than herbs.

Get to the guild. Fast. And don`t you dare charge us for your services",

you spit out that last word and he starts running from your wrath,

still naked, clothes in his hand.

"And pay your companions."He stops.Throwing some royals at them.

"More!"

"Your grace, please I...".

"More!". He throws his whole coin pouch.

You smile as he runs away.
You walk lazily towards the big bed and start sampling the wine and herbs.

The Ladies of the Evening start counting their pay.

You see their eyes widen and smile brighten.

He must`ve left them a lot.

You smile as you stroll back to the sweating proprietor, wine in hand;

you hand him some coins.
"For your door. And well troubles."

You take another sip of wine. It really tastes quite cheap.

He bows deeply and disappears.
You put down the wine. It is disgusting.

The herbs are decent enough though.
The red haired harlot has started flicking coins at her elven companion.

She shrieks and jumps out of the bed;tumbling through the room and dodging coins.

She finally takes cover behind you. Her naked tits pressing against your back.

The red-haired wench is still throwing her new riches through the room.

You catch whatever she throws at you. The young Elf giggles behind you:

"Oh your grace - how can I ever pay you back?"

You smirk.

"Like this", you open your trousers and whip out your cock.
Moments later both ladies are kneeling in front of you and work

your now rock-hard dick with their tender tongues and nimble fingers.

You take another puff of smoke.

The redhead putts your member between her tits while her knife-eared

friend licks and slurps and gobbles your balls.

You can´t withstand their expert ministrations any longer.

With a satisfied groan you shoot your load,

coating the breast and face of the redhead with ropes of your semen.

You sit down on the bed once again lighting the fragrant applewood-herbs.
The young Elf bows and says:

"I hope this will please you, your grace."

She pulls the redhead onto the bed, inches away from you

and starts cleaning her face and tits with her tongue.

The redhead moans as the elves tongue travels down her body.

Kisses her belly, the inside of her thighs and finally her wet slit.

Your member starts swelling again as you watch your company

rolling around on the bed, filling each others cunts with fingers and tongues.
You stroke your dick and get behind the redhead.

You press your now fully erect cock in her cunt,then in her ass and

finally into the elves mouth.

You continue switching between the three holes while the harlots still

do their best to pleasure each other and you.
Finally you paint the folds of her cunt with your cum,

while she screams her orgasm through the room.

You pull out of her and let the Elf have the rest of your cream.

She sucks it from your softening member.
When you leave the two of them have started rubbing their slits together and

sharing your seed with hot kisses.
You return to your Chateau smiling.

You smile at the shattered window, the hole now covered by thick cloth.

You smile as you take your seat in the great hall.

You smile as the Sorceress takes a seat beside you.

You smile while you eat.

You smile at her scornfulness and her choice words about of masks.

You smile as she leaves.

You smile as your neighbour, now his usual dour self, takes her place.

You smile at his jokes.

"It´s a Shame but I have to retire to my quarters already."

You keep on smiling but call for more wine.
Shortly after lunch the Guildmistress appears,

she is not smiling.

She bows deep, her head almost touching the grand table.

"Now the workers have called a strike,

the finest tints are worthless if nobody is working them".

You aren`t smiling any more.
"I will take care of this personally."

She bows deeply again and hurries away.
You call for more wine.

Then for your cloak...

...and for your sword.

And for two dozen Chevaliers.
But as you leave the Chateau you are accosted

by a nervous looking young woman in simple peasants clothing.

Her face seems somewhat familiar though you can´t quite place it.

"With your leave my Lord, I am Celia; I work in the kitchen, my Lord,

and I sometimes serve in the great hall and I heard about the glassworkers,

please my Lord", you look at her as she continues her feverish plea:

"Please my Lord, I heard while bringing the wine.It´s my sister my Lord;

she works for the guild and my mother is ill, please my Lord, they just thought

it could make us some more money. Please my Lord, have Mercy.

My Lord it´s just the soda merchant said you would have to do as we demand with

the Divine visiting and all that.

Please she said you would have to end this peacefully."

You quiet her with a quick motion of your hand.

You hadn`t even considered an outside influence.

This might force you to change your plan.

"You said a merchant incited this?"

"Yes my Lord, a soda ash merchant, she is new to the Old Town.

Please my Lord have mercy...",

"-can you describe her?"

"She´s young. And she´s got red hair, your Grace. And only nine fingers".

With a quick gesture you send her away.
After a short moment of hesitation you dismiss the chevaliers.

You´ll have to head to old town first.
You quickly find the store of the nine-fingered agitator.

Empty. Not even cobwebs.

You question the neighbours and prowl the local taverns looking for information.

She used different names. Payed in Gold. She could be anywhere by now.

Her acquaintances among the glass workers weren´t as careful however.
The sun is already setting as you arrive at the Glassworkers Guildhall.

The mistress is waiting outside for you.

She is still not smiling.

"Summon their ringleaders to your office- I´ll meet you there."

"Beg Pardon your grace", she bows,

"but I don´t know their names."

You give her seven names and send her away.
Half an hour latter she enters her office, the ringleaders in tow.

You sit behind her spacious bureau sipping wine and studying the

written list of the workers demands.
"Ladies.Gentlemen. Your mastermind seems to have skipped town.

or at least deserted her little shop of horrors."

They look at you with shock.

"Yes I am afraid this little game has to end now.You have betrayed Serault.

Maybe unwittingly. But you have betrayed her nevertheless.

Now if you return to work right now I will show mercy- this once.

Otherwise I will send in my Chevaliers."

They nod, obviously still shocked, and turn to leave.

"One last thing. Your weekly wages do seem rather low.

They will be increased by 2 Royals as of now."

Now the Guildmistress stares at you in shock.

As the workers start cheering you dismiss them all.
You sit alone in the enormous office, sipping wine and pondering today's events.

The nine-fingered woman.

A bard most likely.

But in whose employ?

It seems the Divine brought the great game into your hall even before her arrival.
A faint knock on the heavy door banishes your thoughts.

"Yes?"

Celia slides into the room, leading another girl by her hands behind her.

You notice a resemblance, her glassworkers clothes. Her Sister.

She bows deeply.

"Your grace, my sister and I wanted to show you our gratitude", she opens her dress.

"please, my Lord let us serve you...", she crawls under the bureau and starts

freeing your hardening dick.

Her sister climbs on the desktop,frees her breasts and spreads her legs.

"...you deserve this..",Celia licks your now fully erect tool,

"...this and so much more....slurp...".

Her sister has pulled her simple linen panties aside

and shows you the folds of her glistening wet hole.

"...please my Lord use my mouth...slurp...take my throat...slurp...

please...ahhhh yeah...".

Use see the glassworker fingering herself with some skill

and both sisters moan in unison.

(Though Celia sounds somewhat muffled.)

"...ah yeahhh...slurp...please take me....slurp...ahhhhh....",

you grab her hair under the table and bury your head in her sisters wet folds,

"...my Lord do it please...slurp....ahhh....garglll...".

You force your dick down her throat while licking the nectar,

overflowing from her sisters hole.

You pull your cock from the maids hot throat.She coughs and moans

and you can her the fluids dripping from her mouth.

Spit and precum hitting her tits and falling on the glass floor.

"...slurp...ahhhhh.....yes my Lord....slurp...again....gargl...".

Once more you thrust into her hungry throat,

your balls slap against her chin as you pick up the pace.

You find your rhythm; pulling out of here throat just long for here

to draw breath between your thrusts.Slap.

"...gargll...ahhh" .Slap.

Her sisters finger are dancing across her slit.Flicking her pearl.

She screams; grabs your head and presses you against her wet gash.

You start licking, she screams again;convulsing against your tongue

and showering your face with her juices.

She lays back on the desk, gasping for air.

Hands and head hanging down on the other side.

Her juices still spraying from her cunt.
You are still fucking Celia's throat, entering quick and hard,

forcing her face against your groin.

Your own orgasm is approaching fast.

You yank your dick from her greedy mouth.

Grabbing your girth with your right hand, still holding Celias face with your left.

You slap it a few times against her chin. She is moaning now,

Moth wide open:

"ahhh yeah...ahhh...ahhh....yeahhhhhhhh!"

You give her chin a last slap then you stand up,

wanking yourself to your climax.

You aim for the glassworkers tits but overshot.

You fire your load through the room.

It forms a small puddle just in front of the door.

Still breathing heavily the sister lifts here head.

Your second burst hits the sweaty mess of hair hanging from here forehead;

Drenches her bright red cheeks and cherry-red mouth.

With your third burst you finally coat her exposed breasts with your semen.

You keep shooting,

white ropes hanging from her tits, slowly dripping down on her simple dress.
You wipe your cock clean with her dress, then put it back in your trousers.

You smile and try walking quickly out of the door.
The Guildmistress falls into the room and lands -before you can catch her-

face first in the puddle of your semen.
She stands up, slowly,

your cum is running down her face,

smearing her maquillage.
She is smiling now.
To be continued in Chapter 5: Back in Black.
Wherein somebody will return to the wilds.
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