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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
Disclaimer: I own neither Dragon Age nor The Last Court . But that´s okay since I don`t make any money with this anyway.

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[Brought to you by female wardens. Because Morrigan.]
You spend the next week working on your preparations.

Merchants flock to your town and you buy;

the finest foods both local and imported from Ferelden, the Free Marches and

even Orzammar.

Art to adorn the great hall,

fine spirits and expensive wines.
The Guildmistress is delivering the profits from the glassworks daily to you now;

always smiling and always bowing.

But since your encounter at the Guildhall her smile seems mocking and her bows

are certainly less deep now.

You ignore her for now. The money is still flowing after all.
You have even made your first moves in the great game.

The Wayward Bard now frequents local taverns collecting rumours

and making connections.

The Pig Farmers advice arrives in the back of books

or written in invisible ink on the invoice for pigs.

You even started actually listening

to his Dour Lordships boasts about his successes at the great game.
Your vassals help you in their own way.

The Acerbic Dowager has updated your invitations twice now.

The well-read and kindly knight has started helping you with your speech and

-despite your protests- your swordsmanship.

A local baron even started whipping the peasantry into shape.

Literally.

You stopped him.
Day and Night you are writing and talking and haggling and planning.

You hardly have time to eat.

But on rare occasions you notice Beatrix or Celia serving you;

or you bump into them in the winding hallways.

Their smiles are always warm... always inviting.

And sometimes you can follow one of them into a dark corner.

Your cock rock-hard, your balls boiling.

You jam your spear into their hungry mouths.

Or simply take Beatrix` tight ass with hard thrusts, without finesse,

spraying your load after moments.

One time you simply asked Celia to strip naked and then showered her with your hot load seconds after freeing your dick from your tight pants.
And there is the Scornful Sorceress of course.

Although she spends most of her time at the glassworks,

you sometimes see her taking dinner or lunch in the great hall.

She is usually sitting alone but from time to time

she accepts your company.

She doesn´t talk much, but when she does she is entertaining and

-more importantly- quite willing to reveal choice secrets from Val Royeaux.
Today she sought your company,

taking a place to your right.

"Tell me about your grandfather," you almost choke on a bacon wrapped fig,

"-your Grace" , she adds, her eyes sparkling with delight.

You take a sip of wine.

"My grandfather was a Chevalier, he died somewhere in Ferelden

-about a year after my father had married my mother.

A funny man by all accounts. Great with the lance."

She snorts.

"Yes , your Grace. I was obviously talking about your other grandfather.

The boring one. Well spo...", her rattling cough interrupts her barb.

"You work to hard, you already caught the glassworkers cough."

She opens her mouth to reply but another violent cough stops her.

"You need fresh air. I know;

let me take you out on a hunt. Tomorrow in the early morning."

[A hunt - really ?

You hate hunting.]

"Your grace I have worked long and and hard so I would not have to...",

she pauses.

"I would be honoured", she coughs again, "my Lord.

Now what about your grandfather?"

You stand up.

"I will see you tomorrow, Morrigan".
You meet her in front of the castle gates.

You wear drakeskin armor.

She is wrapped in a simple cloak.

You carry a bow made from Dragonthorn and Silverite.

She carries a gnarled stick.
You walk towards the forest in silence. Enjoying the fresh, cool air.

But as soon as the undergrowth shields you from the eyes and ears of your subjects,

she breaks the silence :

"So what is the story about this mysterious Shame of yours ?

I care not for the rumors of the game and the gossip of smallfolk.",

and after a short pause :

" His writtings are rather interesting. Odd at times.

But most certainly interesting."

You did grant her access to the library.

Still those books were well hidden.
"If you read his notes you know as much about him as I do.

He was a mage, smart, charming, dangerous. A master of the great game.

And in the end an abomination. He was found out and slain.

His name erased from history. His shame hangs over Serault ever since".
She laughs.

"´Tis a foolish thing to do."

You notice her cloak is open now.

She wears black leather pants and a violet blouse, a shawl rather;

Leaving little to the imagination.

her arms wrapped in black leather adorned with raven feathers.

She notices your gaze and laughs.

"´Tis clothing befitting this place, is it not?"
Then you notice a hind drinking from a nearby brook.

You both fall silent.

You slowly pull an arrow from you quiver.

You nock the arrow with care.

Steady your aim in complete silence.

And finally fire.

Your arrow hits an elm tree behind the doe.

It runs away, startled by the impact.

The Sorceress laughs.

"My my what a shot."

You say nothing.
"Oh very well I shall help you."

She walks into the thick bushes.

"It would be wise to shoot the majestic stag when you see it.

And nothing else."

You hear her voice from deep within the Applewoods.

You stand back bewildered and alone.
After some time you hear a stag belling in the distance.

You shake your head, confused.

The bell is coming closer.

And then you see it: first a black doe then a magnificent stag,

following closely behind sniffing the doe and trying to mount it.

The deer are coming closer and closer seemingly oblivious to you.

Once again you nock an arrow.

They are so close now you can almost touch them.

You shoot.

Your arrow penetrates the stag´s heart killing it instantly.

You knock a second arrow.

The black doe stares at you in disbelieve then

suddenly turning into the Sorceress.

Morrigan stands before you naked, breathing heavily,

her cheeks red, her nipples hard and dew glistening between her legs.

"Oh come on then; or do you lust only for servant girls?"
She beckons .
You run towards her, she falls into your arms.

Your lips met, her tongue enters your mouths ands entwines with yours.

Your hands grab her firm ass as you both slowly fall on the soft moss.

She searches and finds your hardening member without breaking the kiss.

She strokes it and guides it towards her waiting sex.

After your first thrust her head jerks back, breaking your kiss.

With your second thrust you make her scream in pleasure.

She answers your next thrusts with deep moans.

Then she is kissing you again. Your hands explore her writhing body.

You cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.

She scratches your back and moans again.

You kiss her neck and breasts.

Your left hands explores her ass cheeks and her tight hole.

She screams again.

You fuck her faster.

She is screaming and moaning under you.

Her eyes are half closed as you kiss her again.

She grabs your ass, controlling your thrusts and playing with your cheeks.

Her eyes are wide open as your seed fills her womb after your final thrust.

She convulses, screaming out her orgasm.

After a few moments you pull out and your cum and her juices start leaking from

her battered pussy.
You pull up your pants and she retrieves her discarded garments.

But as she stands there in her black pants and heavy boots, her shawl in disarray

and her face still flustered from your love-making your penis presses against

your tight leather pants.

She smiles when she notices your predicament.
And so you take her again, standing, both your pants around your ankles.

Her arms propped against a great oak, your hands grabbing her ass and neck.

You take her like this, just feet away from the dead stag.

She still screams and writhes and moans with each of your thrusts.

"You...are...perfect.", you say between thrusts.

Morrigan shows her approval by convulsing and screaming out her orgasm.

You simply enjoy the feeling of her orgasming cunt for a while.

Only after her screams of orgasmic bliss have been replaced by soft moans

you lift one of her legs and start penetrating her again with deep hard thrusts.

Soon you feel your own climax fast approaching and you slow down only to

suddenly pick up pace again.

With a deep lunge you send the both of you over the edge.

She screams and convulses.

You pull out of her spraying cunt and ass and legs with sticky white cum.

She falls down on the floor writhing and screaming, when her orgasm finally

subsides she starts laughing.
"´Twas a most enjoyable hunting trip."

You grin and sling the buck over your shoulder.

You leave the Woods together.
You never even noticed the dark green eyes watching you from between the trees.
To be continued in Chapter 6 : Canticle of Maferath
Wherein theology will be discussed,
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