Shameless-Tales from Serault
King...
[Brought to you by justice. Of sorts.]
To say that Serault has a bandit problem would be an understatement.Her forests are overrun by low-lives.
You couldn´t completely protect her roads if you wanted.
You of course want to protect her. Why wouldn´t you ?
Well it is easier to just let them kill themselves
or let them get lost in the Deepwoods.
It´s almost as good as riding out against them.
Almost.
And there is she, of course.
Calls herself the Dashing Outlaw.
Yes really.
The two of you have an agreement... of sorts.
You look the other way and she repays you.
With information.
With the death of her rivals.
And occasionally with her body.
She is also well liked among the peasants.
She kills rarely, murders never
and sometimes even shares her spoils with the poor.
That´s the rumor anyway.
But now she may have gone to far.
Two noble travelers tell you how they were stopped by her
-just last night,
robbed and then stripped naked and hunted through the woods.
oh and their guards where murdered too.
You promise them justice.
And call for more wine.
You should probably just hunt her down.
You know one or two of her hiding holes;
simply surround them with Chevaliers and be done with it.
Yet you can´t convince yourself to actually give the order.
Doesn´t even an outlaw deserve an investigation?
And it would be a damned waste to see that fine body killed.
But mostly the fair investigation thing.
Yes really.
You dismiss your court.
Then you head into town, flanked by two Chevalier.
A walk to clear your head.
You leave your guards behind to relieve your bladder behind an old barn.
You finish your business and leave behind a simple red handkerchief.
Then you simply head back towards the Chateau. Just a walk.
She will find you in the middle of the night.
Nothing to do but wait and well work.
Work comes in the form of the headsman who begs an
audience in an urgent matter.
Two siblings,brother and sister;
bandits, murderers and arsonists have escaped high justice and found
refuge in the Deepwoods.
And he claims to have heard whisper of them
actually living among the ...things that dwell there.
Tales about a Horned Knight who claims to be the Lord of the Woods and Rivers,
allegedly he granted them asylum at his court in the woods.
You call for wine.
The Wayward Bard whispers into your ear:
"Your grace, I have heard tales about this Lord and I am curious
about him. With your leave I will venture and act as your herald.
And satisfy my curiosity of course."
You whisper back:
"If your truly think you can risk bargaining with such a creature,
then go with my leave.
I wish you the best of luck.
And be careful."
He stands up, bows and leaves.
Out loud you dismiss the headsman after assuring him that you will do everything
to help him,
but he really should ignore the whispers of simple peasants.
Bandits are after all far more likely suspects and they will be dealt with.
Swiftly.
He departs, somewhat reassured by your words.
About five hours later-shortly after lunch-
the Wayward Bard emerges from the kitchen,
garbed in fresh clothes and smiling:
"My lord, it might be best if I´d deliver my report in private ?"
You nod in agreement.
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You listen to his report in your chambers:
"He holds court in a glade, in the open.
His vassals are dryads and nymphs and the animals of the forest.
His throne is an old mossy rock and he wears his antlers like a crown.
The siblings are his servants now, carrying clear spring water for him and his
guests.
And speaking of guests he was a most gracious host. He served water and meat
and bread made from roots and acorns and after I -", a knock on the door interrupts
him,"-come in Bea, I took the liberty to order us some wine my Lord...".
Beatrix enters and outs down a bottle of deep red wine and three glasses on your nightstand. The Bard closes the door behind her and frees her tits without interrupting his tale:
" ...and after I had eaten, his dryads and nymphs danced for us."
He kneads Beatrix` tits.
"Their dance was amazing. The way they moved.
The way their naked bodies almost touched.
The way they finally touched. And kissed each other.
In short it was ...erh effective.
To put it bluntly I was as horny as Mabari in heat.
And the Knight -always the perfect host- must have noticed my...
predicament.
Or maybe he had expected it.
He asked two of his vassals to take care of me.
And they did, right there between fern and elfroot.
There holes were formed from green wood yet they were soft and warm and moist.
It was divine."
Beatrix pouts.
"Philandering dog."
She giggles.
"I must have my revenge of course."
She removes his groping hands from her tits and moves over to you.
"Will you help me my Lord?"
She doesn´t wait for your answer.
She simply opens your pants.
Your erection is answer enough.
She lifts her skirt and pulls down her undergarments.
Then she impales herself on your throbbing manhood.
While she rides you, the Bard frees his semi-rigid member and
puts it front of her face.
"No....ahhhh.....yes my Lor...ahha.d harder....ahhh....you have been...ahh....
naughty....yes....right here...ahhh...and...ahh....faster....yesssss....I....
won´t....yessss.....help....ahhhh....you...".
She continues riding you.
The bards jerks his dick, inches away from her face.
She smiles.
"Maybe...ahhhh....yess...",her left hand touches his cock and
starts moving up and his shaft.
He groans.
"Your mouth,ahh please."
She giggles between moans.
And shakes her head.
She jerks him faster and faster and soon he shoots his load on her face and tits.
She screams as she rides you both over the edge.
As soon as she stops screaming she starts laughing.
"My poor dear."
She climbs off of you and kisses the Bard on the lips.
She laughs again, pulls down her skirt, buttons up her blouse and leaves.
You fill two glasses with wine, empty one with one gulp
and offer the other to the Bard.
The two of you drink in silence.
You pick up Beatrix`panties and ask the Bard:
"So what about the siblings?"
The Bard laughs.
"Ah yeah I almost forgot. You can have them back.
But you will own the Horned Knight a favour."
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A favour.
You could simply attack this Horned Knight and get the prisoners back by force.
Or you could simply forget about the whole affair
and leave the things of the Deepwoods be.
But you are intrigued by this creature.
Is he a spirit ?
A demon ?
Maybe you should ask a mage.
The Grey Warden comes and goes at strange times.
Roaming the forests and sometimes only returning after days in the wilderness.She won´t be of any help.
So you send for the Scornful Sorceress.
And more wine.
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She arrives about an hour after dusk.
"It smells like servant girl.
I do so hope you have not wasted yourself completely."
The Sorceress simply appears -naked- in the middle of your room.
She grabs your cock.
She laughs as it grows in her hand.
"`Tis not a complete waste then."
She pulls down your pants and pushes you on your bed.
Her hot lips press against yours.
Soon you are on top of her and your tip rubs against her wet folds.
She moans.
You thrust into her.
She screams and bucks against you.
Her fingernails scratch down your back.
"Faster".
She celebrates each thrust with a new scream.
She screams louder and louder.
"Harder.I am not a doll".
She creams again.
Your left hand pinches her nipple while your right muffles her mouth.
The you flip her around and pull her legs over the edge of the bed.
You press her face into the mattress while taking her hard from behind.
Harder and harder into her wetness, she squirming under your onslaught,
and screaming her muffled screams.
You thrust into her deeply, ready to shot your load when you suddenly just
stop.
You are unable to move, frozen on the brink of orgasm,
yet unable to reach it.
The Sorceress has turned around grinding her herself against you arrested dick,
her grin wide and wicked.
You can still feel her, feel the need to cum but you can´t.
Her grinding continues until she finally screams out her orgasm
and breaks the spell with a snap of her finger.
You explode.
She smiles as you shot your load on her face, her breasts and her stomach.
You collapse on the floor, your balls empty and struggling to draw breath.
"I just wanted...", you inhale deeply," to ask you about...",
another deep draw of breath, "spirits and things of the forest".
She similes:
"Then you should have simply said so. Should you not? "
You decide to ignore her games and simply tell her
what you know about the Horned Knight and his court.
She looks at you for a moment, clearly lost in thoughts.
Then she answers:
"There are thinks in the wild that are different.
Your Chantry and most mages are content with what they know
about benevolent spirits and so called demons but they don´t
even realize how much they don´t understand.
You are not dealing with a demon but that does not mean
that you should consider it harmless or benevolent even.
Just know this: Even I do not know, what his kind is.
Or if he even is what I assume he is.
Tread with care, scholar."
You close your eyes, lost in thought.
Wherein somebody will be well hung.