Hail to the Emperor (Dragon Age: Inquisition) Ch. 1

Synopsis: After helping Gaspard ascend to the throne of Orlais, he requests a private meeting with Inquisitor Lavellan. However the dark skinned elf is not unaware of what kind of man he is or of his particular lusts, and does everything she can to ensure that he will be true to his word and help the Inquisition.

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Chapter 1: Lavellan's Resolve

Gaspard had become the Emperor of Orlais. The title was his and his alone. He intended to usher in a new age of glory for the empire. And he had the tools and power to do so much more than that.

Yet he couldn't have done it himself. Without the Inquisitor at his side, either Briala would have reigned from the shadows with him only as a puppet monarch or Celene would have still reigned with total power in his place. The Grand Game had it's rules and in this case they all had to be followed, whatever his opinion of it was. Above all else the emperor, on whom eyes were on at all times, was a thrall to such noble deceit and treachery. But despite his open proclamations of hating the courtly game of prestige and betrayal, he was all too adept a player of it.

Such that he was able to convince the Inquisitor would have throw in with him at all. The Inquisitor herself was a dark skinned elven woman, her curly locks of black hair all the more unusual for one of her kind. Yet she showed favor to a warmonger and racist who as part of his initiation ritual to become a chevalier, had killed elves. There were so many things whispered by her allies and the other nobles of what might have inspired her to make such a decision.

So it was now that the Inquisitor was with Gaspard in what was Celene's bedroom. Within the comfort of the courtly walls and away from the other nobility, he could be himself. No mask to wear at parties, and no need to wear any courtly armor as much a matter of station as much as it was a uniform much as the court ladies wore their dresses. Instead he was only clad in his shimmering bloodred robes, something fine as would be expected from a nobleman yet also a sign of his martial prowess.

He had requested the Inquisitor also come in something not expected from the party. He had picked out a selection of similar robes for her to wear, stark white ones that even the most racist of the Orlesian court would find her beautiful in. She was prepared to do it, she had already swallowed her pride in making someone like this an ally in the name of helping the Inquisition. As much as she knew what sort of person he was, she at least knew what depths this devil was capable of.

On the other hand, Briala and Celene made the court their home and the Inquisitor had learned so many things about them. The depths of their hypocrisy, of their wickedness. And those were only the things she did know about. People like them were good at hiding the daggers in their courtly attire so it only followed they were doubly deadly, the types who would also kill you by a friendly handshake with a glove laced in poison. As strange as it was, out of the three candidates to the throne, she could trust him the most.

Gaspard was ever so grateful too. He had made sure the other members of the Orlesian court recognized his new friend. He had no doubts more than a few of them hated it, he knew their kind could barely tolerate Briala. He chuckled to himself at what a similar situation to Celene that he was now in.

All the more so he had that freedom because he was the emperor in word and deed. As much as the raiment of royalty could be a giant's robe that would weigh down and break those too weak to bear it's responsibilities, even the most ill fitted to wear the imperial crown still sat upon the throne and commanded so much power from the royal sceptre, as if they were the greatest of wizards. Such was his position now as the emperor of Orlais.

In only this bedroom attire, they were both barefoot. The carpet adorning the floor of the bedroom was so comfortable, for the Inquisitor. And the mattress and comforters of the bed felt great on Gaspard's feet too. Even two hardened warriors like them would be hard pressed to ignore such luxuries.

He looked at her and smiled. "I must thank you Mistress Lavellan," he said. "For choosing the rightful heir to the throne, a man who will see the empire of Orlais to glory."

"So long as you keep your promise," the Inquisitor said. "You gave your word that you would help the Inquisition in return for my aid in handing you the throne. If you do not, then I'll make sure you regret it."

"That's quite a bold thing to say to the new emperor. I thanked you in front of the nobles and made it apparent you played the game well. But they hold no love for you or your kind. I thought you would be smarter than to toss aside the one card you have left. And the emperor is indeed a mighty card to play."

"They also hold no love for you either. There are many who would like to see you deposed. And like you, they are willing to work with an elf savage to see it done."

"All this talk of deposing, and so far I have been nothing but amicable to you. Such ferocity and cunning in a woman, you are quite like those other two."

"Briala and Celene?"

"Who other? Backstabbing and treachery is their forte. But I only thought you had eyes for your mission."

"And I thought that even someone like you would know there is no choice but to play the Grand Game. If I have to play it to see things done, then so be it."

He chuckled to himself. "And here when you came to Orlais, I thought you were nothing like the other opportunistic power brokers. But getting this involved in the court has changed you."

"So I have your word then?"

He humbly bowed as best as someone like him could in the presence of another who saw through him perfectly. "As the Emperor, I vow to help you in all the promises I swore to you."

"How about I have some assurance?"

"Pardon?"

She directly walked over to the bed. Even someone like him was surprised by her boldness. Alone in the bedroom with her and unarmed, she possessed the advantage being a wizard against a warrior. She hunched her torso over the edge of the mattress and looked right at him. The look in her eyes would have scared anyone else, but right now even at this disadvantage, he was intrigued by how this meeting would unfold.

And that curiosity was only magnified when she got on the bed with him. She snuck her foot to his crotch. No surprise given the sort of man he was, he had become quite hot and bothered. Whether it was because of his nature as a conqueror, his ascendancy to the throne, or all that back and forth with a beautiful woman he and the people of his court were predisposed to, he was already at peak arousal. Even someone like him didn't know how to respond at such a move. His hard penis was only protected by his robe, and the Dalish woman teased his erect length with an aggressive bit of pressure. She also slid the sole of her foot up and down the penis, trying to goad him into a reaction.

The Inquisitor had proven herself an unlikely ally to his cause. But he already had an idea of what kind of person she was. He had not expected her to make such a move. In spite of her Dalish lineage, he had found her attractive. And her assistance in securing him power had made him somewhat more open minded in his preferences than usual.

"Do you mean to use me? As Briala used Celene?" Gaspard had said that to save face, but with how hard he was, it was obvious to her that he was putting on a front. And besides that, he also knew that it would be difficult to maintain this show of strength. His heart was beating in his chest, he knew that when the sun rose again, he would have tasted the sweet ecstasy of this woman's flesh.

The heat in his loins wasn't just due to her forwardness or his nature as a man either. It was the high of reigning as the emperor which was getting him off right now. Much as he was a product of Orlesian culture as much as any other nobleman of the court and not shy about his prejudices, he regarded the woman coaxing him right now as something beyond that. But he couldn't decide whether he regarded her as a subject he needed to rule over, or a peer he could respect.

"Perhaps," she said. That was her initial intention, but even more than that, she found she enjoyed the new Emperor's size on the skin of her feet. She had already been playing with the length on her foot, and now she moved the other foot to massage his cock head.

If word got out of him with an elf as his lover, his reputation could be ruined. They wouldn't even need to do anything for word to get out as his announcement no doubt put ideas in many of the heads of the nobles, and gossip was a slimy and deadly weapon. Far from discouraged, Gaspard smiled. He had to do many things to achieve power. If he had to do other things to keep it, then so be it.

He relaxed a bit, spreading himself further across his bed. He smiled and relaxed back on his pillow while pulling open the folds of his robe, baring his dick out in the open. The Inquisitor kept rubbing his erection with her feet. Despite her life as of yet being rough and so unlike a noble's, the soles of her feet were surprisingly soft on his dick.

The Inquisitor wasn't disappointed in his size either. She already knew Gaspard was well hung from feeling him underneath his robe, but seeing his dick in the flesh was a feast for her eyes. She wouldn't admit it openly, not knowing the type of person he is, and participating in this affair first and foremost for political reasons. But just as he felt himself enthused at what would happen tonight, so too was she now possessed of a lewd heat in her body.

She kept on rubbing the shaft in between her feet. Already fully erect, she felt him getting harder as she did so. It wasn't the length of his member so much as it was the thickness. He could now tell she was enjoying this little encounter far more than on a level of some political gamesmanship.

So to even things up and torment him further, she would occasionally slow the speed of her footjob. As expected, she felt his member twitching, needing her to speed it up again. Aroused as he was, her teasing slow touches were not nearly enough to drive him to climax on their own. But he would not say anything to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was unnerving him.

He kept his composure as the emperor was expected to do. He didn't want to let his proud veneer fade, and instead wanted to see her look like some harlot tempting him as opposed to this encounter actually being some political gamesmanship. All the while she stared at his face.

The Inquisitor wanted to see if he would break up any. Just as he had kept a noble's mask at the court of Orlais, now he wore a mask of resolve to keep her from becoming as proud as she was with him earlier. But his current partner was no amateur either, and he found himself getting lost in those eyes of hers as much as her feet were teasing him.

She sped up the pace again. This time Gaspard did let out a moan of pleasure. Smiling to herself, the Inquisitor resumed her ordinary pace, wanting to tease and please him in equal measure. It would be one thing to be able to lord this encounter over someone like him. But to gossip with the various court ladies on just how servile he was, even the proud emperor of Orlais would not be able to hold in his reaction at them laughing at him so, not when those words spoke true. No matter how well he tried to cover it up, they would know.

He groaned louder than he intended. She knew he was nearing the moment of climax. Though she saw him succeed the throne, she had no love for him. She only trusted Briala and Celene far less than she trusted him. And she figured now was the time to change things up a bit.

All of a sudden, she stopped. He had started moving his hips more than a little slightly within the loving care of her feet. For several seconds he didn't even notice that she had stopped, he was just frantically moving his hips with his red wood sticking right up. His eyes were closed and he was sighing, awaiting the blissful moment of his climax. But as it became obvious to him that nothing was happening and the only thing he was feeling on his cock was the horny flame searing through it as opposed to the soft white soles of her dark feet, he quickly caught himself and stopped.

He looked right at the Inquisitor. She had a knowing smile on her face and crinkled her brows. Gaspard frowned. He was as much a warrior as he was a politician, but this woman was no small adversary herself. His noble upbringing in Orlais had prejudiced him against the Dalish as much as any other blueblood, yet he managed to keep his bigotry in check if only to play the Grand Game. But now all those high minded feelings were surging to the forefront once again at this woman managing to get the better of him.

It also amused him that she was a wizard as opposed to him, a warrior by trade. She already held power over him in these safe confines where right now he was unarmed. He had no choice but to play by her rules. Gaspard was so at her mercy that after her stopping, he felt unmanned too. With his dick still tingling, he needed more.

And this little encounter was also part of the intrigue of politics. Not intending to let her get the better of him, he yanked her by the arm and threw her next to him. Having been so dominant and able to retort against him, she was a little surprised by him abandoning all pretense of sexual restraintt. He wasn't going to let it go slow either, he had just the thing in mind to punish her for bringing him just short to a state of ecstasy.

He grabbed onto her throat as a dominance move to keep her still while he slipped a finger into her robe and down her panties. The woman taking more precautions in her dress hadn't prepared her for his wanton aggression. Nor did he waste any time, he moved it right to her clit. Just as she had teased him earlier, he moved his finger her almost silky nub very slowly. His prejudice against the elves wasn't a secret by any means, and he knew that orgasm denial she just pulled on him was as much a move to prove he would help the Inquisition as much as it was to reduce someone like him to shambles from the touch of someone he was naturally at odds with.

But she was feeling it so much worse. The Inquisitor was already so very sensitive in her clit. Yet Gaspard was touching her there now purely for the sake of being cruel, using his finger at just the right pace to send jolts of electricity through her body while at the same time holding off on doing anything to actually bring her anywhere close to an orgasm.

To top it off, she knew exactly what sort of person he was and why he was doing it. His actions right now weren't rooted in any mere domination, he wanted to own her as a principle. She couldn't help but feel violated even as she was letting out small gasps of pleasure. The whole time she could only hate him for the way she was being touched, defiling and tantalizing her at once. But she hated herself more for not wanting him to stop. As much as the Inquisitor loathed Gaspard, it was having someone like this touch her in such a way that made his finger tickling her most sensitive spot feel that much better.

Unable to take it anymore, she threw her head back and openly cried out. Yet far from being in the mood for punishment, the emperor rewarded her for that surrender and slipped another of his fingers inside of her vagina. But he made sure to use this fihnger just as slow as he was using the other.

The Inquisitor hissed a low sound, not wanting to moan like that again. She had already won in giving Gaspard a foot job and then denying him an orgasm. She didn't have any real stake in Orlais politics beyond getting him to uphold his agreement in fighting alongside the Inquisition. Whatever happened thereafter, she had something she could use on him in the imperial court if he went back on his word. But right now, it was personal for her. She would not let this man who regarded her people with contempt have the upper hand in bringing her to climax.

Even as he felt the wetness from her tight vagina on his fingers. They both knew she was getting off on it, as much as she hated it and would never admit it to him. For him that was the real stake in this game he was playing with her. If she held out, it wouldn't matter that he brought her to this clear state of pleasure, he still couldn't make her cum and therefore he had lost. But if he did to her what she just did to him with her feet, then he would have broken the defenses of an elf savage. As Emperor of Orlais and as a man, that was all he cared about.

He opened up her robe further to get a better look. Looking down, he was pleased at the sight of her fluids soaking her silk panties. With his hand still fondling her cunt, he suddenly ripped down her panties with his other hand so he could get a better look at her pussy.

He smiled and licked his lips. Her pubic bush was dark and curly just like the short hair on top of her head. He could also see her swollen clit was protruding right out from the hood. And his fingers covered in her pussy juice was proof of her surrender and his victory.

But more than anything else, it was the colors. The Inquisitor's pink vagina and clitoris were normally a pale pink like a rose on the darkness of her skin. Yet in her state of arousal and deep desire, the engorged clit and her wet pussy had become a darker shade of rose. To reward her for her deep state of pleasure, he kept on moving his fingers inside of her at a pace that wasn't quick but far from gentle. He felt her tightening and getting wetter on his hands the moment he did that. She still refused to look at him.

The rest of her body was visible to him too. As she wailed in her high pitched shudders of pleasure, Gaspard observed with no small amount of satisfaction the exquisite beauty of her dark skin,

so much of it naked to his eyes. The Inquisitor had taken the time to wear a bra to this meeting, but she still loved the sight of her ample cleavage heaving in and out, faster and faster with each sweet gasp she took. She was as beautiful as she was vicious.

Just as he had yanked down her panties, so too did he now undo her top. She was too busy trying to keep herself under control in this strange contest that she barely noticed him doing it. Her black nipples were pointing out from the areolas with her arousal, and he greedily licked his lips at the sight of them.

Wasting no more time, he took one of her tits into his mouth. This time she did cry out loudly. His mouth easily wrapped around her whole teat, using his lips to suck on the breast and his tongue to hungrily lick at the nipple. As he did so, he kept on fingering her vagina, convulsing around his fingers more than ever.

He kept going at it with her like that for almost a minute. He savored both her submission and the delicious taste of her body. Whenever he felt her insides quivering, he slowed the rate of his fingers, only to resume seconds later. As he did so, her nipple hardened in his mouth, and he used a bit of his teeth to nibble on the sensitive cap. Whatever pretense of dominance she held over him earlier was gone.

Gaspard despised both Briala and Celene for totally different reasons, but now that he had a Dalish woman in his bed, he understood just why they had the relationship they did. If things went well, he might even propose something similar with the Inquisitor. Such an arrangement could end in disaster, as the former empress and her handmaiden had gone at each other's throats in the end. But the promise of more nights like this tantalized him to no end.

He took the tit out of his mouth and snapped his fingers out of her twat. As expected, she opened her eyes to look at him. There was nothing of her earlier pride left on her face.

He held up his hand, glistening with her juices right to her mouth. She could smell the aroma of her cunt on his fingers. She closed her eyes and sucked on his digits one by one, absorbing the hot flavor of her genitals and the taste of his skin on her tongue. He grinned to himself at the sight of it. This once proud Dalish woman could have passed for any harlot he found on the streets. But the knowledge that she was so far from being such a thing and still acting like this pleased him to no end. As she got into it more and more, she started taking more of his fingers into her mouth at once and licked them clean.

While she was lost in her cleanup job, he suddenly took his fingers out of her mouth. She looked up at him again. His stoic face betrayed no emotion in contrast to hers, this elf woman looked so lost. The wedges of submission she was just subjected to and the heat still burning in her body, she needed his touch right now.

"Please...please don't stop..."

A grin curled at the corner of his lips. Gaspard had no intention to, not after they went this far. He had enjoyed that foot job greatly, and the taste of a treat like her body, in his mouth and on his fingers, had tempted him to take her and fully fuck her like he wanted to. He had so many needs he intended to satisfy before the night was concluded.

Cupping her chin with the same hand he used to finger her and the same hand she just cleaned up, he pulled her face to his. His mouth roughly met her full dark lips in a cold kiss. He didn't open his mouth at all, just kept pressing his lips against hers. The Inquisitor moaned sweetly, just desperate to have that contact again.

That was not to say he wasn't enjoying this encounter. Her lips were always large and plump, and feeling them up on his own, they were refreshingly soft too. The Inquisitor's lustful ardor against the appearance of his cold indifference just made it so much sweeter as well. It was an amusing encounter as well as an erotic experience. He was prepared to have this woman begging him for it before the night was done. And he intended to give her what she wanted and deny her in equal measure. Come morning, her companions would not recognize her.

She moved her face against his urther, opening her mouth up. Her eyes were closed while his were open. He kept up his stony facade, eager to see just how far her desperation would go. He was so amused from her coming onto him so hard like this that he paid no greater attention to her. So much that he didn't feel her hands opening up the rest of his robes.

The woman was rubbing her naked body up against his. Her luscious and full breasts rubbed up against his masculine and built chest. The soft texture of her breasts and her hard nipples perky with arousal, he felt something warm in him beyond his penis and his own pride. He even opened up his mouth a bit and let her tongue wrap around his. The Inquisitor moaned at the first instance of this soul kiss. With both of them so exposed before each other, she felt the heat of his dick near her vagina.

By now, his eyes were closed, and he was kissing her just as much as she was kissing him. But the instant her hand clutched onto his hard penis, he almost jumped up in his skin. He was so distracted from his amusement at her desperation that he didn't notice her hand reaching for him at all. Just like the soles of her feet, the palms of her hands were incredibly soft. He was resolute on watching this elf savage submit to him and debase herself in wanton acts of pleasure all to sate her own needs that he didn't count on himself being on the receiving end of it.

She grasped the member with just as much longing as she was kissing him. As she was stroking him, the whole of her hand grabbed and tugged at his penis, feeling him get harder by the second. They had already been plenty into it, but even someone like him was a bit startled and at first he didn't know how to respond. Hardly a stranger to the bedroom, Gaspard was still stunned by this forwardness, far more direct than her teasing his dick with her feet. All the while, she kept kissing him, moaning lustfully as she fondled his manhood.

Though it wasn't just due to any lewd desires that she was murmuring to herself. He heard more than a tinge of amusement in her voice as she cooed to herself, and the way she was beating him off became more aggressive. Even Gaspard found it difficult to last against such an aggressive and powerful woman. Her wanton libido and domineering behavior was pushing open the last of his restraint and he found kissing her back with more force. Anyone ignorant of the political relationship between these two would simply think the Inquisitor was his faithful lover or at least a courtesan determined to please him in any way that he wanted.

He pushed her down on the bed, resolute on becoming part of this as much as she was. He reached his hand down to the soaking wet bush of her pussy. He felt her wetness on the fabric. As they were still kissing, he rubbed himself right back up against her. Eager to feel her heat directly, he made the move to slip his fingers inside her slit again. Her pussy lips were considerably thicker and more aroused now. Feeling that, he was ready to skip all games and started fucking her for real.

Only for her to suddenly push him away. Their lips made a happy smacking sound as they parted, and for an instant there was a small line of spit between their tongues. Not that either of them noticed it. The Inquisitor had a lewd and confident smile on her face while Gaspard was actually flustered, embarrassed at being denied as well as letting himself being taken advantage of by this Dalish woman.

"Your Majesty doesn't disappoint," said the Inquisitor. She held up the same hand that was just jacking him off, and with her magic, formed a small bit of flame from her fingertips for several seconds before she snapped it away.

"In what ways?" Gaspard said in as composed a voice as he could muster. He was so intent on looking dominant right then that he failed to notice his organ standing up ramrod stiff and peeking out of his robes. The Inquisitor's dark and luscious nipples were also poking out, a beautiful sight as always, but their size and texture were nothing compared to his dick screaming for more.

She only smiled at his remark. All eight inches of him standing out like that, it was a sign just how much he wanted her as well as how weak he would be to open what she intended to do next. But it was more than a dominance move on her part. She was just as horny herself. And no matter what she wanted, the Emperor of Orlais would have to comply.

The Inquisitor pulled open her robe further. Gaspard could already see her breasts hanging out from the robe, but to have her bare herself to him so willingly with that knowing smile on her face surprised even a man like him. He was about to advance on her and take him, but that look on her face said so many things. And the only weapon he was armed with made him so very vulnerable.

The Inquisitor slowly stripped out of her robe and cast it aside. Gaspard watched her with every second, taking the time to absorb her beautiful dark form with his eyes. She looked down away from him with that same smile on her face, as if she was some vixen sharing a joyous occasion with the love of her life. But he knew exactly what that face and pose meant coming from this woman.

Not that it made him any less interested. Even for a man who felt that deep down she was just an elf savage, he recognized that she was as beautiful as any woman could be, and her political saavy right now was interesting him far more than her body was. He saw it right in the way her full lips were shaped in her wicked smile. And he intended to give her far more to smile about before the night was finished.

But that move from her of playing submissive with him had gotten him curious. So he let her take the lead. Yet whatever part of his mind seeing this as another sort of political cunning could not fight his masculine instincts around a beautiful naked woman like the Inquisitor.

She turned her back to him. First, she took the robe off her shoulders. While she did so, it fell behind her back. The way her hair was styled so short, he got a good look at her upper back and shoulders. Gaspard had already seen her bare breasts sneaking out of her robe and knew the exquisite pleasure of her wet vagina on his hands. But he had yet to see her naked back side.

He sat down on the bed and smiled to himself. He already had the pleasure of knowing her touch. So he was patient enough and very happy to watch her undress before him as if she were just another mistress that was sharing his bed. Yet Gaspard had plenty of women in the past and now as emperor would come to have so many more in the future. Right now what intrigued him was the truth about who this woman was and why she was so casually baring her flesh to his eyes. She was no mistress at all, for all intents and purposes she was a political opportunist. But she was no self serving weasel like Briala either. And once this night was over, she would hold the upper hand over him.

For that reason alone, he intended to do everything he wanted to and then some with this woman before he was finished.

The sleeves of the robe peeled off her arms. At this point, he could see her whole back as well as how her shapely hips rounded out down to her lovely derriere, barely protected from his sight by the fabric of the robe. She could feel his eyes on her. So she made sure to tease him, slowly bringing it down now.

He got a good look at her ass crack. Gaspard licked his lips, wanting to do so many things with it. He could see the first hints of her shapely donk peeking out. It was already a luscious sight to behold, and the Inquisitor knew it too. So she took her time, shimmying the robe around her waist, teasing him with it. As she did so, he wondered how much bigger her ass actually was under the fabric. Her dark skin was so that he could see the outlines of her form through the white robes she wore. Just like her hips, her shapely legs were something that any man would crave to touch and worship.

No less so when the robe fell to the floor. This time he did almost jump a bit. She noticed it too. Her naked body was as desirable as he had hoped. For a woman whose body had such an exquisite curvature, her ass was small and tight, yet no less lustable. His mind was already invaded by thoughts of possessing it for himself. Of grabbing it as though it were the most precious of treasures, of biting it as though it were another meal for his banquets.

When she turned around to face him, he got a better look at her breasts. He had gotten a good look at them before, tasted them eagerly, but now he intended to fuck her for real, he had to swallow a lump in his throat. Her dark nipples were fully poking out. Whatever confident act she was putting up, he knew she wanted this as much as he did.

The only thing remaining of her modesty was her underwear. Her bra and panties had been yanked down roughly for Gaspard's pleasure. Yet in what passed for modesty, it only made her look that much more trashy. Seeing him check her out, the Inquisitor smiled sweetly and undid her undergarments so that now she was fully naked before him. He returned that smile, knowing what was to come next. Though he didn't know if it was a genuine desire to feel his heat once more and knew what it would be like to feel penetrated by the Emperor of Orlais, or just her ardor in exchanging words with him. But he realized it didn't matter. Of all the luxuries he enjoyed as a nobleman of Orlais, the body of the Inquisitor would be a first.

"Prove yourself to me," he said. She slowly advanced towards the bed again. When she got on it again, she was on all fours crawling towards him like she was a predator. And that thought occurred to him too. A woman like this one, he was so happy on what might happen tonight.

But before she would have the pleasure of knowing his penis he intended to gain the upper hand again. He suddenly leaned forward and yanked her beside him again. Before she could react, he grabbed her hips and plunged his face into her crotch. No longer in a mind to tease her, he dug his tongue right into her wet twat.

The Inquisitor could no longer hold in her confident demeanor. Gaspard's tongue hit all the way to the end of her vagina and he thrashed it within her wet insides as much as he could. She was so stunned that at first she couldn't react, all she could do was yelp out loud from the force of his cunnilingus. He was holding onto her with as much strength as he was eating her out, and showed no mercy in response to her helpless wails of pleasure.

But she was already prepared to do far more with him when she had gotten onto his bed this time. So she made no move to resist him. Yet just like with all other things of the new emperor, she was not ready for the strength with which he was using his tongue. She couldn't hold on anymore, she had to grip onto the sheets from how badly he was stirring her wet pussy.

She fell onto her back. The Inquisitor was twisting and turning all over the bed as Gaspard stayed in that position still as a statue, resolute on pleasing her. As he kept on eating her, he slurped his tongue up so that it hit her clitoris, erect with arousal and poking right on out of the hood. That made her scream out loud more than ever. Her clit was twitching right on his tongue.

The moment she came, her clit squirted right all over his face. He took the nub right in his mouth and sucked on it exclusively with his lips, eager to feel taste her at that exquisite moment of her pleasure. As he did so, he tasted her clitoral fluids, and swallowed each drop right down his throat.

In a rare moment of mercy, Gaspard took the clit out of his mouth. Yet he only resumed digging his tongue inside the cleft of her vagina. His nose was positioned right above the nub, and he happily inhaled the scent of her wet pussy.

At that point, the Inquisitor grabbed onto one of her tits, greedily pinching her nipple to further stimulate herself. Her clit was just as sensitive too, and she grabbed onto it with her other hand. She was ready for another release at his tongue.

The Inquisitor's vagina clenched and squirmed onto his tongue when he drove her to another climax. Her pussy juice flowed onto his face and down his chin as Gaspard happily lapped it all up with his tongue. She tasted just as good as she looked. And he kept on eating her in her time of ecstasy.

He rose himself up and looked at her. Clearly she was defeated. He had gone down on that pussy far more than he had with her when he fingered her and sucked on her tit, so now he was far harder and ready to give her pussy a taste of something else.

The situation was too perfect. Yet he began to ponder just how much better it could be and the strange twists of fate that life could weave. If the Inquisitor had sided with Celene, he mused to himself that she might well abandon what alliance they had solely in an attempt to possess the Inquisitor for themselves. And if Briala had instead ruled over him as a puppet monarch, then it would be her languishing upon her former lover's bed and taking in the fruits of pleasure of the Inquisitor's body as he could only watch in helpless impotence.

So he had an idea.

"We should spice things up a bit," he said.

Even in her state of release, the Inquisitor looked up. "Oh...?" She was only faintly aware of what he meant, but he intended to immediately satisfy her curiosity.

"Let's bring in an observer." That remark honestly did surprise the Inquisitor. She had grown so fond of him directly taking her, that now it was a bit odd for things to go back to teasing and hidden meanings.

"I believe we require a bit of company before things start off proper, yes? I want you as the Inquisitor to prove to me how serious you are."

She barely understood what she meant, and all she could think of was playing along. Anything to sate him, she earnestly wanted more then. "I...I made you the emperor."

"And as I said, the card of the emperor is not something small to simply be tossed aside, no? Perhaps I say no, and what then? I wonder if you are you still prepared to play the game."

Growing a bit flustered and even some of her poise after being brought to satisfaction, she actually said, "I'm here, aren't I? Do you want to see more, or should I assume Your Majesty is not the man I thought he was? Perhaps he is trying to hide how all his valor is just a front for what a weak weapon he actually has."

Gaspard's brow twitched just a bit. He had heard worse before, and he knew she was bluffing. After the way she touched him there, felt the heat and blood in his veins, he was as much of a man as his martial reputation indicated. Her words went beyond a bit of the courtly sparring he was used to. Now he intended to prove what kind of an emperor he would be.

He got up and moved past her. There was always a sentry posted on guard outside near his palatial quarters. He had requested this one be far away enough so that he would not hear the talk between him and his new ally. But close enough that he could hear him.

"Call in Morrigan."

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