Shameless-Tales from Serault

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The maiden lays amidst moss and mushrooms, naked.

Her legs are spread and her cheeks are red with orgasmic bliss.

Her hands are black, the fingers form a sharp claw and the runes glow in the dark.

Cards.

Two Serpents, of sadness and deceit; their bodies cast in twilight.

Two Knights, of dawn and wisdom; beautifully drawn.

A fifth card; played face down.

The Empress in a pool of blood.

Green fire burning in the sky.

A dragon takes flight.

A female dwarf brutally fucked by a horned beast.

Now the dwarf is scissoring a female elf.

Now the Dashing Outlaw is licking her sex.

Still the outlaw, now surrounded by men and their dicks.

She sucks and strokes as good as she can and soon the first shoots his load.

Then the next one.

The next one is big and grey.

A pool of semen starts forming in her mouth.

Now two at the same time,

both men jerk themselves off and shoot their load in thick ropes across her face.

You spot the Wayward Bard among the men.

He seems to recognize you and smiles.

He approaches her, wanking his member.

He shoots his load all across her face and into her hair.

You approach her now.

But she changes.

Then you are taking her Ladyship in front of her husbands eyes.

She moans in appreciation, he pales in shock.

She sucks you off, while he cries.

Three crows watch.

And then he appears.

His eyes are dark. His beard and mustache are precisely trimmed.

His hands are burned to the bone.

You are still fucking her throat.

Atop the Tower of Lights.

Scraping the sky, mantled in light,

flicking bright messages to the furthest corners of Serault.

Like his design but unlike reality.

"I am so close", he says.

His dick is now buried in her cunt.

Something moves under his skin.

Under her skin. You recoil in horror.

You awaken, drenched in cold sweat.

You stand up, silently so you don´t wake her up.

You creep through the dark castle, towards the wine-cellar.

As you open the door; a bat flies towards you,

misses your face by inches and vanishes into the night.

The old stairs creak with every step.

Even in the dark you find a bottle and retreat towards the kitchen.

An owl hoots somewhere in the night.

You find a goblet and fill it to the brim.

After the first sip you walk towards the great hall.

The runes on the claw shine in the pale moonlight.

A raven caws in the distance.

The long black talons are just like they were in your dream.

You shudder. And consider taking it down and burying it where it was found.

You decide to leave it.

You won´t be stopped by weirdness. And this strange artifact will surely impress the divine.

The light disappears.

A cloud most likely.

You return to your room.

The Elegant Abbess sits in your bed, awake.

She holds the blanket just under her naked breasts.

"Can´t sleep?"

"Do you believe in portents?

 Prophetic dreams? Visions?"

She smiles.

"I believe in the maker and his bride and...", she throws away the blanket.

"...I believe I can help you".

You put down goblet and bottle and embrace her, only now noticing your own nakedness.

She kisses your lips, then your chest and then tip of your cock.

She licks down the shaft and takes your balls into her mouth.

Your fingers play with her vagina and tits.

"Lady de Alyons visited me today", she says and then swallows your dick.

"She ...",another lick, "wanted to confess her illicit affair with you",

she wraps her lips around the shaft and takes it into her throat.

"Gargl...ahhh...she told me all the details...", another lick.

"What you made her do".

She swallows your member whole while her hands are playing with your balls.

"I wish I could have been there you are so ...bad!"

She licks down your shaft and looks up to you.

Her eyes seem to almost adore you.

"Give me your seed. Take me like you did that whore."

Once again your hardness disappears completely down her hungry throat.

You withstand her onslaught for just a few more skilled ministrations and then you cum.

You paint her face white with your seed while she smiles and moans and licks.

Exhausted you fall asleep.

And there he is again.

The Shame smiles at you, his eyes shine bright.

"I was so close. I could have succeeded. So close.

 But sometimes I wonder... .

 I was so close."

You want to mock him.

Scream out your hatred. All that he did.

All you had to suffer. To work. All the indignities.

Just to undo his folly.     

"You were a fool", you begin.

But you interrupt yourself.

You deal with witches now.

You are allied with old things dwelling in the forest.

Things you still want to believe to be spirits.

Your neighbours hate and fear you now for what you did.

You have begun to eclipse the Shame.

And should you fail-

Your failure would eclipse his.  

"We are all but men.

 What we are will be decided by later generations.

 And by our successes.

 Or maybe by blind luck."

With this horrifying thought you awake.

The Abbess is sleeping next you,

your dried seed still smeared all across her face.

Almost like a Dalish tattoo.

You remove her blanket.

She sleeps in the nude.

Her hands still between her thighs.

She shudders and awakens.

As she notices your morning wood she smiles.

Soon you are taking her with hard thrusts,

your face buried between her breasts.

Her warmth engulfing you.

She orgasms as the sun´s first lights kiss her stained face.

Last night´s dreams seem comfortingly far away now.

Wherein good-byes will be said.