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The Night of the Inquisition	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 12533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Night of the Inquisition

Inquisition Ambassador Josephine Montilyet ran through the deserted halls of the mountain top fortress of Skyhold. This stronghold served as the headquarters of the newly re-founded Inquisition, presently under the command of Dalish inquisitor Variya Lavellan. Even as she ran her inquisitors’ words resonated through in her ears.
Run and you shall be caught, hide and you shall be found, fight and you shall be conquered. No one expects the Inquisition.
Josephine’s baggy ruffles flapped ceaselessly as she ascended the stairs, taking several steps at a time she quickly approached the peak. Josephine burst through the half open door at the top of the stairs, finding herself standing in the quarters of the Inquisitor herself.
She heard the sound of approaching footsteps. No weapon, no way to defend herself. She knew if she resisted she would be left to their mercy.
Josephine did what she could, concealing herself in the cupboard she closed the door behind her, concealing herself in darkness. The sound of the footsteps drew closer. Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest, until this moment she had never known true fear. The door latch released, her heart missed a beat. The door creaked open on its worn hinges, she reacted purely on instinct, throwing herself out into the slim opening she lashed out wildly in a desperate effort to fight off her attacker. Her efforts were in vain however, caught in her aggressor’s arms she suddenly felt the embrace of the uninvited caress of another’s lips pressed to hers. Josephine felt the strength seep from her body, her knees surrendering beneath her weight as she began to fall into the others arms.
Just as she accepted her captors support she was cast down onto the bed, feeling herself becoming engulfed by the opulent embrace of the finest Orlesian silks. Despite her elegant, elven physique the Inquisitor proved herself unbelievably strong. Inquisitor Variya loomed over the Antivan ambassador, dressed in a long dark robe emblazoned with the golden eye of the Inquisition. Her long brown hair tamed into an ordered ponytail swayed gently with her movements. The Inquisitors lithe fingers reached up release the top clasp of her robes, trailing her fingertip along the seam of the two halves of the robes.
As the two pieces divided they revealed a tantalising hint of soft, lightly tanned skin. As the descent continued she revealed the gentle rise of her ample bosom above her curvaceous figure. Drawing her robe apart revealed she was dressed in a corset tailored reminiscent of the leaf nature designs favoured by Dalish artisans. The fabric was a finely crafted Orlesian silk which shimmered green under natural light, appeared to dance with flames beneath a fresh sun and shimmer a tranquil blue beneath the light of the full moon.
“You chose to wear it” Josephine mused.
“Of course I did, Josie” Variya said, making loving use of her lovers’ pet name.
Variya crept forward, placing herself on the bed astride her lovers lap. She reached up to caress the tip of her finger against the woman’s soft cheek. Following the gentle curve of her angular features, her hand moved seamlessly down to touch Josies quivering neck. The tip of the Inquisitors finger caught on the lip of the ambassador’s voluptuous top, releasing the first clasp at the base of her neck. Variyas fingers continued down the front of Josie’s extravagant golden top, with each flick of her wrist she released another tie which bound her.
Beneath the elaborate guise of an Antivan ambassador she was adorned in the jet black and red of a well formed corset. Dark chocolate half-moon nipples peeked out over the top lip of the clothing, ready to emerge at the slightest provocation. Variya caressed her finger across the lip of the corset, teasing the boundary where her skin and the fabric met.
With a deft hand she trailed her hand down Josephine’s side, eliciting a soft giggle from the usually reserved diplomat. Variya reached out to clutch Josies hands in hers, bringing them to the base of her back. Variya held Josies hands in place with one hand while her free hand retrieved a loose sash of bright red cloth laying on the bed and swiftly bound her hands behind her back with elegant precision.
As Variya removed her lips Josie was slowly brought from her trance and began to realise the reality of her situation. “Now, the investigation can begin” Variya stepped back from the bed, adjusting her robes and resettling the stray hairs which had escaped her loose ponytail.
“May I ask what this is pertaining to?” Josie asked.
“We are searching for a Venatori spy” Variya said with a wry smile creasing her lips.
“You can’t suggest I would betray you?” Josie appeared genuinely scorned by the mere assertion. “As one of your closest advisors-”
“The first rule of counter espionage is to suspect everyone” Variya said. “Rest assured, I shall be asking myself some very searching questions” Variya reached out to retrieve a parchment and quill resting on the table beside the bed. Taking them in hand the Elven Inquisitor took her seat in the wide white sofa overlooking the bed laid before her.
“I have heard many things about you, Ruffles” Variya idly glanced down to check the parchment held in her hand. “A rumour surrounding a Taslin Strider being ridden naked through the market of Val Royeaux?”
“I was young” Josies cheeks flushed red. “And very drunk”
“I see” Variya remarked with a cocked eyebrow. “First inquiry. What is the colour of King Alistair of Fereldens favourite tunic?”
“How would I know?” Josie asked.
“Very well” Variya checked her parchment. “Next inquiry. What is the name of the Orlesian Head of State?”
“Well, Empress Celene, obviously” Josie answered.
“So you are on first name terms with the Orlesians are you?” Variya spat the accusation across to her bound captive, casting her parchment aside.
“Well what did you expect me to say?” Josie pleaded.
“Tell me” clambering atop the bed Variya loomed above her partner. “What was it that finally won you over, was it the intrigue, was it the accent, or was it the thought of hanging around with busty airheads in low cut dresses?”
“Shouldn’t good guard, bad guard involve two people?” Josie asked. “Next time I’m doing the interrogation”
“Don’t talk back” Variya trailed her finger across the nape of Josie’s neck, reaching down between Josies elegant shoulder blades. Variya held the first tie of Josie’s corset, a single explorative tug yielded little result. Another pull, again the tie refused to unravel. “How do you possibly survive in this thing?”
“Two years of classes teaching us to breathe without fainting” Josie said.
Variyas determination proved fruitless in the end, unable to entice her lover from her elegant confines Variya decided upon a more direct approach. “Perhaps I should simply devise a short ‘cut’” Variya trailed her finger along the trail of Josies back, passing each of the dozen ties which held the elegant corset in place.
Josie understood the thinly veiled threat concealed beneath her words. “No, you can’t. This was crafted in a luxury boutique in Antiva, made of the finest Orlesian silks”
“Have I found your weak spot ambassador?” Variya asked with a wry smile.
“Just untie me and I’ll release it for you” the ambassador pleaded.
“Nice try” Variya said. “I have a far better use for your mouth” Variya reached up to slip the elegant tip of her fingers beneath the cup of her corset, revealing the gentle rise of her breast peeked with a soft pink nipple. Variya reached out to hold Josies cheek in her hand, drawing her close until her lips pressed tentatively against her breast. Josies soft lips engulfed the tip of Variyas engorged left nipple, licking and sucking as she saw fit.
“Very good” Variya cooed. “I may have to keep you here a while longer” Josie swapped to tease the other nipple, savouring the fresh elixir of flavours as they washed across her tongue. “Perhaps I’ll have to leave a letter explaining your absence”
Variya felt Josie shift beneath her. Variyas fingers trailed through Josies jet black hair, pressing her firmly against her engorged breast.
Dear Orlesian Noble,
Variya began to dictate aloud.
The ambassador regrets that she will be unable to meet you personally. At present she finds herself unavoidably detained, and somewhat silenced and restrained.
Any attempt for Josephine to protest was supressed by the press of Variyas breast.
The ambassador sends you her most sincere regrets, and assures you that you are not the only one being overwhelmed with burdens.
Yours
Ambassador Josephine Montilyet, currently providing lip service for the Inquisition
Josie’s body suddenly stiffened in her lovers arms.
“Oh Josie, so rigid” Variya licked her lips in anticipation. “I have just the thing to loosen your tongue”
Variya disentangled herself from her Antivan lover, slipping out from underneath her to step off of the bed. Without the support of her lover to maintain her balance Josie fell onto her front, struggling to right herself with her hands still bound tightly behind her back. Her attuned ears heard the ruffling and flutter of fabric, unable to turn herself to identify the source she laid in wait for the return of her partner to the moment.
“I'm ready” Variya said with her bedroom voice, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet as she approached.

Josie felt the tap of a soft tip pressing against her plump buttocks. “Can you tell what it is yet?”
Before Josie could even begin to contemplate the identity of what her elven lover had brought her Josephine once more felt the press of the soft tip upon her outer lips. Variya pressed forward, the tip of her strap-on venturing ever deeper within Josies accepting lips. Variya thrust her hips forward again and again each time delving deeper into previously unexplored territory.
Variya reached forward to hold Josies forearms, drawing her into her arms Josies back arched and her gaze was thrown skyward. Josie’s ample bust rose high on her chest, her erect nipples rising proudly to attention before her.
Variya leant forward to press her lips to her lover’s chocolate collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses across her neck until her lips touched her ear. Her warm breath wafted over Josies exposed earlobe, Josie’s entire body erupting in a flurry of uncontained shivers. Variyas lips kissed her ear, preparing to whisper sweet nothings to-
The door catch released. The lovers froze in eachothers embrace.

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The Night of the Inquisition is something of a spiritual successor to my previous Dragon Age story, The Night of the Hawke. However the stories aren’t directly related and I don’t intend on including my Hawke in this one.
I actually think Inquisition is my favourite Dragon Age so far. The first game succeeded in story, the second improved gameplay at the sacrifice of story and now Inquisition has succeeded in combining the better parts of all of the previous games. I enjoyed the open world feel of it which while at first I thought felt like an MMO feels more like a Sandbox game, like Dragon Age Origins combined with Skyrim.
My first play through involved a relationship with Josephine and I was surprised to find that she was one of the few love interests without an explicit romance scene. After reading the marketing blurb that romance scenes were aiming to be more ‘mature’ I assumed that was what they had intended, no more sideboob.
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