Shameless-Tales from Serault

[Brought to you by the homestretch. We are on it.]

You take the crooked alleys towards the forest, stopping from time to time to listen.

Then you suddenly sprint into a blind alley and hide in the shadows.

You wait and watch and lurk.

After you are certain that you aren't followed you make your way back towards the city and towards a certain brothel.

You stop again, listening for spies, then continue on your way. One simply can not be to carefull.

Your own house is overrun by the sycophants of the Divine.

It hurts almost physically to be reduced to this but if the Bard adapted as well as you have, you might still have a chance.

You reach the whorehouse in Candles Street but you can not risk the main entrance any longer.

So you sneak in through the back, your face hidden by a cowl and  a theater mask.

People apparently hate being seen in an house of ill repute and enjoy theatrics because you are not the only masked customer.

You find the Bard in the agreed room, busying himself with one of the girls.

It was to be expected of course; still you would've preferred talking to him alone

and without making a slim blond whore party to your plans.

He notices you but doesn't slow down.

"Your...", you point to your red and black mask and he thankfully catches on:

"...Pridefull Highness-how may be of service?"

"You could share... ."

You unbutton your trousers and let your growing member swing free.

No point in letting this opportunity go to waste; you can always talk later.

The blonde doesn't seem to mind the extra duty, but you still produce a coin and flip it on her nightstand,

she gives you a smile and then a lick; up and down your now rock-hard shaft.

"Ahh-the spit-roast", you mumble more to yourself.

The girl attempts to say something but your cock muffles her.

The Bard says nothing, he just lifts his hand above her writhing body and you slap yours against it.

She is quite skilled; yet you want -no need- more.

"Let's switch."

"Do I have to ?"

You don't answer him and just pull back from her.

"Yes, Milords switch me, share me, I need you both!"

She really seems to be getting into it now.

You give her cheeks a playful slap with your member and the Bard retreats from her hole with a grunt.

You both move around her and you can now look on her backside:

Her cunt has been positively ravaged and her juices and pre-cum are flowing from the well stretched hole.

You decide to take another route.

She doesn't scream as you take her asshole, but she bucks against you.

Furious and wild.

"Harder, take me har...gargllll...".

The Bard has silenced her with his member but you still oblige.

Her tightness is incredible and you moan in appreciation.

The Bard meanwhile is howling, he has grabbed her shaggy blonde hair on both sides of her pretty little head

and fucks her face faster and faster.

He orgasms with on last triumphant howl, pulling his seed spewing dick from her mouth and coating her with his sperm.

A glob flies over her shoulder and starts running down her back.

You flip her around and try her still overflowing hole for a few quick thrusts.

The Bard massages his soft member with his left and grabs a glass of wine with his right.

And then you notice her creamy white tits, miraculously unspoilt by the Bards eruption -and oh so inviting.

You slide up her body and bury your hardness between her pillows.

Her face is red and sweaty, smeared with cum and her tongue hangs from the side of her mouth.

She moans, she has started jilling her pussy to fill the void you left in her hungry hole

You have her nipples between your thumb and index finger, teasing her, massaging your cock and her breasts.

Then you start thrusting.

You reach your apex suddenly, midthrust,adding your white gunk to the strange pattern on her face

and starting a new one on her neck and tits.  

You wipe your cock clean on her bed sheet and then put it away.

"It's time to go", the Bard and you stand up from the bed and he empties his wine glass in one gulp.     

"Thank you for your hospitality, Miss."

And then the two of you leave her behind, her right hand still buried in the folds of her pussy.

You don't have to go far; the Former Outlaw's room is on the same floor, just two doors down.

You enter with out knocking and are greeted with a shriek and a giggle.

An elven whore jumps from the Outlaw's naked body and covers her lithe form with a shred of bedding.

Your old accomplice isn't bothered by such false modesty.

"Eek", she says, with slight amusement in her voice, "a demon!

 What can this little pious girl do?"

She spreads her legs and the elf giggles.

You are not surprised per se, she always had voracious  appetites and you made her wait but you are somewhat disappointed.

A certain part of you however isn't and returns to live.

The girls giggle and the elf removes her cover.

Oh well. You pull down your pants and join them on the spacious bed.

"We need to talk!", you whisper, propping your tip against her.

Then the whore brings her sex between your faces and the Outlaw licks along her slit instead of answering you.

You plant a wet kiss on the elf's pearl and let the split trail down her slit into the short-haired girls mouth.

She is eagerly running her tongue through the elf'S black fur as you thrust into her.   

Your ears rub along the whore's firm ass as you bring your mouth to hers.

"We need to get rid off her!"

She has her legs wrapped around your back, controlling your thrusting.

She moans and then whispers:

"But we are having so much fun right now."

She is right.

"Later then", you whisper back.

"What about me?", the Bard still stands in the doorway, his bulge clearly visible.

You turn around and face him.

(You had honestly forgotten he was there.)

The Outlaw's hand is running up and down your pole and after a moment the elf engulfs you with her mouth.

"You have hands don't cha?". The Former Outlaw gives him a wicked smile.

"My Lo... Infernal Lordship, please this is a whorehouse... .

 And I shared... ."

You sigh and the Outlaw laughs.

"Fine. I guess you can have my whore's pussy."

The elf seemingly doesn't mind being traded like this and shakes her derrière invitingly at the last member of your party.

He walks up to the bed and takes out his erect member and then starts ramming into the elf's wet cunt.

"Suck his balls I want his cock!"

The prostitute obeys and soon the Outlaw is riding your dick with abandon.

Her tits are rubbing against your chest with each bounce and all four of you are screaming and moaning in the throws of passion.

Suddenly the whore stops servicing your balls and instead just enjoys her orgasm.

She takes her partner over the edge with her and both of them collapse on the bed.

Your brown-haired lover rides you harder and harder but you endure her onslaught

until she herself collapses and orgasms against your mighty instrument.

She falls from your cock, breathing heavily but still stimulating you with her skilled fingers.

Then she grabs the whore by the hair and brings her mouth back to your balls.

As soon as the elf has understood your need she joins her in servicing you with her mouth.

Tongues bathe your shaft and balls until you shoot your load over their waiting faces.

You take a gold coin from your purse and give it to the elf, then you point to the door.

The Outlaw rests her head on your lap and plays absentmindedly with your softening dick.

The Bard has found wine somewhere and hands you a glass.

You drink greedily, trying hard to ignore the abysmal taste.

"I recently found myself outplayed in the great game.

 I now realize I'll need agents of my own.

 You are already a skilled bard", you motion towards the Wayward Bard,

"and I hope you will leave retirement for the well-being of Serault."

He nods solemnly.

"And you,...", you affectionately pat the back of the Former Outlaw's head,

"...you are not a criminal any more.Yet your skills are still valuable!".

She grins and nods.

"Will you Philliam of Serault and you erh...",

you never actually asked for her name.

"Sabine, milord"

"...and you Sabine serve Serault in her darkest hour?"

"I solemnly swear to serve her once more!"

"Aye!"

Wherein this story will end with a bang. And some whimpering.