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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 criminal law. Because this is a story for smart people.]
About five minutes later something hits against your

wall with a thud.

You open your eyes.

The Sorceress is gone and an arrow now sticks in your wall.

The Outlaw does love her theatrics.

You take the note from the shaft and read it.
"Meet me under Marver Bridge."
You get dressed, grab your dagger and cloak

and leave the Chateau.

On the way out you also call for the Bard.

You send him to give your promise

to the Horned Knight.

What could possibly go wrong ?
The Dashing Outlaw is already expecting you.

She stands under the bridge, her back against the stone,

her face hidden under the rim of her hat.

"How can I be of service your Lordship?"

"Not humiliating nobles and not murdering guards would be a good start".

She chuckles.

"You don´t really believe this tosh ?

Don`t you know that I enjoy our little arrangement way too much?",

she grabs your cock ,

"Disappointing.

And here I thought I was the one", she chuckles again,

"Nevertheless I am innocent-

for once."

"Who else then ?"

"I don´t know-

but we will find out.

Tomorrow night same place same time ?"

You nod.

"See you then loverboy".

She lets go of your still flaccid cock and disappears into the night.
It seems like you are trusting her for now.

You also realize that "the dashing outlaw did it" isn´t a very good description

of the assailant especially from someone who never actually met her before.

You´ll have to ask them once again- tomorrow.
As you return to the castle the bard is already waiting for you.

He bows with a grin:

"Your grace, I have delivered your word to the Horned Knight and the runaways

are secured in your dungeons awaiting their just punishment."

You dismiss him with a wave.

It´s late and you really don´t want to think about

what kind of favour this Lord of the Forest could want.
Nightmares disturb your slumber and you awake in cold sweat.

A murder of ravens.

Masked Andraste.

And shadows moving through the forest.
You break your fast in the cold light of the early morning sun.

Just tea and some fresh bread and cold meat.

You are still tired but the fragrant tea helps

you forget the dreams of the last night.
Back to work then.

You summon the noble travelers to your hall and ask them to describe their

attacker.

Like you should´ve done yesterday.

"I don´t know what more we could tell you, my Lord, it was the dashing outlaw.

She wore the same hat like on those wanted posters. You know the one

obscuring her face and all. And she had a big sword and about seven men with her,

and that´s all I remember",

"and she had only nine fingers, your Grace."

You wince.

"Thank you again for your testimony.

You are dismissed".

They bow and disappear.

It´s way too early for wine.
You call for tea as a new visitor enters.

He is clad in green armor, antlers protruding from his helmet.

Or maybe from his head.

A stag is slung over his shoulders.

"You promised me a favour o Lord of Roads and Houses...".

So this is the Horned Knight ? That was bloody fast.

"...my son...", he throws the stag on your table ,

"was slain by a murderer most foul. By one of your subjects.

He must die for his crimes".

So death for poaching ?

Some Lords dispense this kind of justice without input from

... things from the forest.

Besides you gave your word.

And you are not sure what would happen if you angered ...it.

"The murderer of your deer-son shall be found.

And he will hang for his crimes."

The Knight nods in agreement while your servants hurry

away to relay your orders.

He turns to leave but he stops in front of the massive oaken doors,

turns around and says:

"You are a man of your word.

It was an honour to meet you".

After he has left you groan and call for wine. You don´t even want to think about the rumours this visit will cause.
You spend the rest of the day drinking and reading.
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The Dashing Outlaw is already waiting for you under the bridge.

"She hired local boys ,you know, to help her with her little stunt.",

she seems amused.

"I have dealt with them. But I don´t know who she is.

Not even her henchmen knew.

Apart from bloody red hair and missing finger -I got nothing."

Her voice is cold now.

You expect that seven tortured bodies will show up

somewhere sooner or later.

"I have some ideas. And I know that she is my problem.

You are innocent. Well as innocent as you can be."

She laughs.

"Walk with me my Lord? ".

You head towards the market square.
"She´s a bard then?".

You shudder.

"She escaped me once before.

And she left no trace for you to pick up.

She´s certainly a bard. A skilled one at that.

And she seems to be staying here.

Serault and I have an enemy;

one with deep pockets and exquisite taste in hired help."
You walk in silence until she stops you in a small alley

leading towards the market square.

"Thank you, milord".

She grabs you.

She presses her lips against yours and then drops

down on her knees.

You look around until you are sure that you are undisturbed.

You are wearing cloak and cowl, but still.

Then you whip out your dick.

She has taken off her hat now, revealing short brown hair.

A little scar is running along her noose.

Cute in a dangerous kind of way.

Her tongue touches your tip,

then dances down the shaft.

And then up again.

You are rock hard know and her full red lips close around your member.

She swallows your cock and only lets go of it to breathe.

You lift her up and press her body against the hard brick wall.
She doesn´t actually wear anything under her short skirt

and her wet and warm sex welcomes your member.

You fuck her in silence.

She is bitting her lower lip and her eyes sparkle but she is silent.

You take her with slow but steady thrusts.

She is moaning softly now.

You silence her with a kiss.

And fuck her harder. And harder.

"Take my ass", she whispers.

You oblige.

Slowly at first. Then faster and faster.

She is incredibly tight.

Your fingers explore her wet cunt, playing with her clitoris.

Her tongue goes wild, almost fighting with yours.

You are pounding her ass hard now,

your orgasm rapidly approaching.

She comes first, gushing against your nimble fingers and hugging you tightly.

You once more jam into her back door , then you pull out

and let her down on the floor.

She understands immediately and opens her hungry mouth.

You force your dick down her throat and finally start cuming.

You shoot your load down her throat and let her clean your

softening cock with expert licks.

You part ways in silence.
Your way back leads across the market square.

Three gallows are set up in the middle.

Three corpses still hanging.

You hurry home.

To be continued in Chapter 9 :Abbey Road
Wherein church and state will come together.
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