Shameless-Tales from Serault

[Brought to you by wine. Because wine.]

"My Lord", your seneschal calls loudly while he slowly walks

through the narrow  hallways,

"a visitor has arrived in your court".

You take a last look on the maid on her knees, drenched in semen, now hastily trying to clean her face and hair with her thin blouse.

Then you straighten your clothes and start walking towards the voice while Beatrix and the Bard hurry away into the penumbra of the winding hallways.

"She says she is here by orders of the Empress herself."

You nod. (Great- more trouble).

As you enter the great hall, your raven-haired guest bows just enough to not insult you in front of your court and  hands you a letter bearing the imperial seal.

You quickly read the letter.

"Sent on my personal orders. Treat with outmost respect.

Only subject to imperial justice"- just about what you had expected.  

You pretend to study the letter while weighing your options.

You have of course heard tales of Celenes occult advisor;

smart,dangerous, beautiful and above all a mighty sorceress-

an apostate even.

Just what you needed.

You suppress a grin picturing her meeting the Divine.  

Still at the end of the day you rule by the will of the Empress not the Chantry.

You`ll just have to play this one to the best of your abilities.

"Serault welcomes you, my Lady."

"Morrigan will suffice, my Lord."

"Of course-how can Serault be of service to you and her Imperial Majesty?"

"I hear Serault is famous for it`s glassworks-I need",

she interupts herself,

"may I make use of your facilities?", she hesitates.

You try giving her a welcoming smile.

"I  may also need some books and ", she hesitates once more.

You are still smiling brightly.

"a place to stay would be most welcome".

"You are a guest in my hall, you are welcome to use my private library as you please and I will send for the Guildmistress immediately", you motion to your seneschal.

"She should arrive just after dinner; you will take dinner with me of course."

Her smile seems forced but she agrees.

You serve boar meet, spicy sauces, fresh bread, deep red local wine and grilled deep mushrooms.

She eats quickly, answering your questions about Val Royeaux,

the Empress and herself with just short sentences or single words.

As the cheese is served she finally addresses you and asks:

"`Tis a beautiful town and yet it seems forgotten by all,

may I ask why",after a few seconds she adds:

"My Lord."

"She is forgotten."

"Excuse me, my Lord? "

"Serault, she is forgotten because of the Shame my grandfather brought on her, on all of us."

She laughs.

"I think I like her."

You finish your meal in silence.

Could she really not have known about the Shame?

As soon as the Guildmistress appears-smiling as always-

the sorceress takes her leave.

The Guildmistress bows deeply, while your guest bows barely.

Scant minutes later your seneschal hurries to your side and whispers:

"Another quest, my Lord, she says she is a Grey Warden", he pauses

"and sister to the Champion of Kirkwall".

You beckon for more wine.

She enters limping, clutching her staff for support.

Her blue and grey robes are torn and stained with blood.

You empty your cup.

"My Lord, I...", she attempts to bow and collapses.

You send for the physicians.

The commotion of your physicians aiding the injured Warden is drowned out by an even louder commotion outside.

Two Chevaliers force open the door to your hall, making way for a herald who announces loudly:

"His Grace, the Marquis of Alyons".

And then he enters: His Dour Lordship, your direct neighbour and now -apparently- guest.  

And he seems to be in an uncharacteristically good mood:  

"My dear friend, when I heard you were expecting such an important guest I could wait no longer.I will help you see Seraults Shame lifted.

I brought Gift to delight the Divine",

servants enter carrying heavy crates,

"Fereldan Whisky, spices from the free marches and choice meats from my own hunts! We will make her forget the Shame yet!"

"Oh..I... you are... welcome...".

"Oh never mind that my good friend -you there", he motions to your seneschal,

"Show me to my chambers!" And like this he is gone.

You beckon for yet more wine.

He just had to mention the Shame twice.

Brooding you retire to your chambers.

You used Genitivi for entertainment and the Black Fox for ideas, consulted even books of forbidden lore and started composing letters- but now midnight draws near and the candles on your nightstand start to flicker and die.

You are about to call it a night when you here a faint knock on the door.

As you call for your nightly visitor to enter you grab your dagger and move towards the heavy shield leaned against the southern wall.

The Grey Warden enters and closes the door behind her.

"Be not alarmed, my Lord, I am Bethany Hawke and...",

You put the dagger back on the nightstand and only now cover your naked body with a silken blanket while the Warden continues:

"my companions and I came here with a letter of recommendation from the First Warden and with gifts from the Anderfels but we

were ambushed by bandits and now I am alone with nothing to give you... but this."

She drops her cloak on the floor revealing her naked body underneath.

You savour her body; her pert breasts,  her deep brown eyes, dozens of small scars forming an intricate pattern,her shaven cunt.

You notice your bulging cock clearly visible against the soft fabric.

You try to compose yourself:

"The Grey Wardens are always welcome in this hall, you need not...".

You  notice a flash of light and then she stands before you her lips pressing against yours, silencing you.

You notice your room  suddenly alight with tiny fires and she smoothly presses you on your bed.

Your blanket falls on the floor and she falls on you, mounting you, kissing you,grinding her pelvis against yours.

Her lips move on, to your cheeks,to your ears.

Kissing you.

Whispering sweet nothings:

"ohh I needed this, after today, oh yesss harder please!"

You moan as she continues to ride you.

She suddenly arcs back pressing her hands against your chest,riding you faster and faster.

Her fingernails dig into your white skin, burning you with fire and freezing you with the chills of winter.

You scream, mad with pain, mad with lust.

Her scratches now crackle with lightning as you grab her hands and spin her roughly around.

Mounting her at your own speed it`s now her turn to scream:

"Oh yesssss,fuck me, yesssss, harder, faster,sco....",her orgasm interrupts her and her screaming becomes unintelligible.

You pull out of her and position your tool on her other hole.

She pants approvingly.

You enter her tight backdoor,filling her inch by inch, causing her to start screaming once again.

"Oh yes, faster , don`t hold back now,yesss...",

you obey her, increasing the tempo with every scream, with every shout, with every yes until you can`t hold it anymore .

You pull out of her, spraying her back and ass with your hot cum.

"Thank you, my Lord.",she moans just before falling over, asleep; exhausted, spent.

You admire the strangely beautiful painting of scars and semen on her back but before her mage-lights have faded you are also sound asleep.

To be continued in Chapter 3: Pearls of Wisdom.

In which the teasing will continue.