Reverse-Cowgirl Diplomacy

Written in response to the following prompt over at the DAO kink-meme:
PC gathers the army by sleeping her way through Ferelden till she claims all treaty rights. Origin doesn't matter, but PC's got to be a slut who loves it. All diplomatic encounters can be solved if you're a dirty enough whore! It's up to you whether she gets Templars or Mages, or elves or wolves, or whatever. Bonus k!meme points for any gangbangs.


REVERSE-COWGIRL DIPLOMACY

"There's little to nothing in all of Ferelden that can't be gained by means of some well-applied fellatio."
--Lady Eleanor Cousland, when gifting her daughter Elissa with her treasured copy of The Art of Passionate Love in celebration of her menarche.


The Couslands were an interesting family. That much, Duncan knew.

Bryce Cousland enjoyed bragging to select friends about the fact that he'd found his wife in Ferelden's most elite brothel and raised her up to be the highest noblewoman in all of Ferelden, second only to the Queen herself. As a hostess, she was possessed of a rather singular set of skills that made staying under her roof an absolute joy, and one Duncan made certain to savor each time he happened to be in the Coastlands, usually with her husband looking on in debauched delight.

In a rural community they would have been considered profligate, sinful, perverted. The men would have been driven away from any and all eligible girls at sword-point, the women would likely have been accused of any number of crimes, from whoring to witchcraft.

As one of the two most powerful noble houses in Ferelden, however, they were merely considered...eccentric. Perhaps the word "decadent" might be used by their harshest critics.

Such was the privilege of nobility.

Elissa Cousland was cut from the same cloth as her mother, and not only in looks. It was obvious from the smoldering perusal she gave him as he entered the Great Hall that she understood the sensual arts completely. She looked at him for a long moment, there on her knees, before her father grabbed her chin and reminded her to mind her lesson. She returned to her studies, opening her mouth wide and experimentally shoving her fingers down her own throat while her mother lectured on the best tricks to suppress a gag reflex.

"Most of the time, men want to sit back while you suck them off," her mother instructed, "but other times, if they're seeking to dominate you--assuming you choose to allow it--they'll want to take control, and essentially fuck your mouth as unreservedly as they would your cunt. Some might actually wish to make you vomit, thinking it a testament to their size and stamina, whereas others would be repulsed by such a thing. The trick is in reading your partner, his mannerisms and mood, deciding how much it benefits you to accommodate his whim, and from there figuring out whether to take steps to prevent gagging, or to allow it to happen. Now, let me see you do it again, without gagging this time."

Drawing a deep breath, the girl composed herself. Her father grabbed her by the hair and no sooner did she open her mouth then he rammed his cock down her throat, all the way to the balls. With deep, hard thrusts, he fucked her face for several moments until he came with a grunt and a shudder. Elissa Cousland's throat convulsed as she swallowed, only a tiny trickle making its way to her lips, where she quickly stroked it clean with her tongue.

"Excellent work, pup!" her father said, helping her to her feet and bestowing a paternal kiss on the cheek. "Now, I have business to attend to, so as much as I would enjoy to watch you give your mother her customary compensation for her brilliant tutelage, I'm afraid I need to ask you ladies to take the remainder of the lesson elsewhere."

"Yes, father," Elissa said sweetly, dropping her mother's skirt from where she had already begun to ruck it up to Eleanor's hips. Then, as though nothing untoward had passed whatsoever, she fell into step behind her mother as Teyrna Cousland strode regally from the great hall. She gave Duncan a slow, knowing wink as she passed, dropping her eyes to make sure he knew that his oak-hard state had not gone unnoticed.

Duncan loved visiting Highever Castle.

This visit, however, also awakened in him a thought he'd not entertained before.

Why did the Grey Wardens not have any recruits with that particular range of talents? The approach seemed to be benefiting the Cousland family admirably, and paramount to the survival of the Wardens in Ferelden, particularly in these tumultuous times, was diplomacy. Since King Cailan had begun mustering an army to battle a Blight in the south--a Blight no one truly believed possible--Duncan was finding his skills in that particular area ever more strained.

He needed a goodwill ambassador, as it were.

He still needed a skilled fighter, so no common whore would do, of course. Recruiting in the brothels was out of the question.

Which was why he found himself remarking to Bryce Cousland over a snifter of fine brandy that his daughter would make an excellent recruit. Eleanor Cousland had already wiped her mouth and departed with a warm smile after seeing to Duncan's most urgent need for comfort while he and Bryce discussed his recruiting mission and the looming Blight.

"I'm afraid that's out of the question, Duncan," Bryce answered with a shake of his head. "Elissa's extremely talented, I'll grant you, but I need her here in Highever. Eleanor is still a very beautiful woman, so much so that her age is rarely a factor when she uses her skills to aid me in negotiations. But with the existing noblemen and merchants getting older, they're craving younger meat. Fergus is quite skilled, but some of them only want a young woman. Elissa just turned sixteen, and she's been tutored extremely well. With her maidenhead still intact, I might add. And now there are rumors that the Queen is barren. I'd never thought to aim so high, but since Eleanor and Elissa both brought it up, it's become more and more obvious. The time may just be ripe for the Cousland family to make their move toward the throne."

"Well, then I will not press the issue," Duncan replied with a sanguine air. "I do hope, however, once the matter is settled and you and your family have decided the disposition of your daughter's virginity, I might be invited back for a sampling of her talents." He laughed, "Unless, that is, she's residing in the royal palace."

"You most certainly are always welcome," Bryce said warmly, draining his brandy and rising, clapping Duncan on the back. "And now I must go see to my other guest, Arl Howe. Relations have become a great deal more strained with him since Eleanor flatly refuses to pave the way as I carve off parcels of the Arling of Amaranthine for the Couslands. She insists his spunk tastes foul."

Bryce gave a can-you-imagine? eyeroll. "I can't allow Fergus to entertain him since Howe behaved so boorishly and tore Fergus up when he was seventeen, and I don't trust him to preserve Elissa's maidenhead; he'd likely rend it just to spite me. That is, assuming he got the drop on her and she didn't gut him first, since she knows what's at stake here better than anyone. After all, the notion that she might replace Anora was first brought up by her. She's ambitious, my pup. At any rate, if this keeps up I'll be forced to fellate Howe myself to keep him happy, and I do try to make it a point never to stoop for weasly-looking men with foul-tasting spunk. It's undignified for a man of my station, you understand. Regardless, make yourself at home as you test Ser Gilmore. If you'd like, I'll send Fergus and Oriana to you tonight. That will keep Fergus safely out of Howe's grasp, and the pair of them should prove...quite relaxing."

"I would enjoy that immensely," Duncan replied, finishing off his own brandy. "For now, I think I'll go look for Ser Gilmore and introduce myself."

As Duncan righted his clothing from where it still lay open, his now-flaccid cock resting on his thigh, he still found himself unable to let go of the thought of having Elissa Cousland as a Grey Warden.


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