Shameless-Tales from Serault

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You quickly gather your letters and some of your books

and make your way to the great hall.

You break your fast on cold meats, blue veined cheese and black tea.

As the fragrant tea in your cup cools you plot your next move.

There is only so much you can do alone, sooner or later you

will need to find counsel. Learned advice. Wisdom.

You finish your tea; you have reached a decision.

But for now all you can do is wait.

You order more tea. Do some light reading.

Before lunch you finish your correspondence.

You take a simple lunch with some of your vassals.

Beatrix serves honeyed passerines and smiles as she serves you.

As she leaves with an empty tray she somehow manages to stumble and

expose her naked butt.

Her firm, white, shapely butt.

You empty your first cup of wine.

You discuss the visit with a well read knight and an acrid widow.

She wants you to remove some or better most of the people you have

invited since you could not be seen with them by the Divine.

He wants to prepare you to discuss theology with the Divine

since this will be your chance to question the current system.

You smile and order more wine.

Beatrix rushes to take your empty dishes, accidently brushing

against your groin,time and time again.

She winks and smiles brightly.

You beckon for more wine.

You spent the afternoon reading. Drinking wine.

Until it is finally Beatrix` turn to refill your cup.

Once again she slips and lands on your lap.

As you help her up you whisper:

"I want your ass."

She nods.

You follow her once more into the dark hallways.

She pulls up her skirt and you enter her easily.

You fuck her as hard as you think she can take it.

After a few short minutes you shot your load deep into her bowels.

She kisses you good bye.

You give her a hand full of royals.

You noticed the shadows have lengthened and you slip away.

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You see yourself as a man of the people.

A ruler of course- but a benevolent one.

You stand for Liberty and tolerance if not equality.

There are rumors of course, you visiting taverns in

the cover of night, cloaked, listening to the common man.

Personally righting wrongs.

Utter nonsense of course.

But as you walk through the twilight in your cloak and cowl

you can´t help but wonder... .

You stop not at a tavern but

at one of the pig pens at the outskirts of Serault.

The simple door opens after your first knock.

"Avanna", her hair is short and blond,

"I did wonder when you would show up", her accent is Tevinter and

her eyes are crystal blue. She smells faintly of pig.  

You follow her inside and indeed the archon board is set up,

an open bottle of wine and two simple cups beside it.

Word seems to travel fast these days.

As soon as she makes the first move you start telling her

as much about your plans as you dare reveal.

And she starts asking questions.

She asks for clarification.

She asks to help you think.

She asks just to throw you of your game.

She asks you to rise the stakes.

Wait what?

"Na via lerno victoria, my scholar, living means risk and should I win

I would ask of you a favour."

You are used to her lack of tact but not to this betting nonsense:

"And should I win?"

"I will own you a favour of course... ."

"Given that I am your liege, what kind of favour could you do me that I

couldn`t just order you to do ?"

She smiles and straightens her clothes:

"I am sure you will come up with something."

Her clothes do see seem... different today.

You agree to the bet.

It must be the wine speaking.

You bring the talk back on the topic of organized banditry.

For hours you talk,

moving your pieces and magisters across the board.

Sometimes sitting in complete silence,

your eyes transfixed on the board.

At other times all but ignoring the game for your heated discussion.

With a smile you make your second to last move.

The wine is long empty and the discussion has turned from

Serault`s troubles to witticisms and punnery .

In her now dark hut the Wellread Pigfarmer makes her last move.

You grab your magister to complete the standstill and-

then you realize that the way to the throne at the center of the board

is free.You hesitate.

Her move wasn´t what you expected.

Not what she set up ten turns ago.

Not what you predicted seven.. well five turns ago.

You claim the throne.

"Vasta Vass!", she is smiling,

"you beat me", she stands up and moves towards her straw pile.

Her bed.

"I wonder what ever you will ask of me ?", she starts lighting some

candles on a cheap wooden box.

On her nightstand.

"I really wish I could help you to figure it out", she sits down and

slowly oh so slowly spreads her legs.

A short yellow fur adorns her snatch and you believe you can see her

wetness as her fingers start exploring between her folds.

"I really wish I c...gargl".

Your semi-erect cock between her lips finally stops her teasing.

She licks and caresses your member until he is fully hardened.

And then finally  your magister claims her throne.

Your mighty archon enters her hot wetness again and again.

She yelps with each of your thrusts.

You take her slowly, savouring each moment.

Taking her to the brink of orgasm and back.

"Kevesh", she moans,

"please finish me."

But you continue your new game; sometimes picking up the pace and

teasing her pearl.

At other times slowing down, almost stopping.

Then she has enough.

She manhandles you like one of her pigs; throwing you on your back

and mounting you with abandon.

(Hopefully unlike her pigs.)

She rides you fast and hard.

Screaming out her orgasm after par-force

riding you towards your limit as well.

"I`m gonna fill you up if you keep riding me like this."

She smiles. And finally dismounts you.

She slights down your lithe body and takes your throbbing cock between

her firm tits.

You catch a faint whiff of pig.

And then you can´t resist the firm softness of her breasts any longer.

Strains of white sticky cum pour out of your dick,

plastering her tits, her mouth,her eyelashes, her nose and her hair.

You lay beside on another for some time.Breathing.

Thinking.

Savouring the moment.

She breaks the silence:

"We should do this more often".

You answer her: "Festis bei umo canavarum".

She looks at you stunned.

You smile and leave.

You are a scholar after all.   

To be continued in Chapter  4: Glassblowers.

 

In which things will be blown.