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.