Chapter 2: The Witch of the Wilds

The guard couldn’t help but notice the emperor naked, his penis standing right up. With Gaspard unmasked, the guard also got a good look at the emperor glaring at him. He hoped that his hesitation and surprise hadn’t given his liege the idea that he wanted something of the emperor’s weapon himself. After the former empress’ relationship with Briala had become public knowledge, he did not want to be in a similar situation and at the mercy to the tastes of someone like Gaspard.

“Yes Your Majesty!” said the guard. Gaspard smiled before turning back in.

The Inquisitor looked at him in surprise. In her state of nudity, she paid no heed of her body being completely exposed before him while he was still covered up. She was more concerned with what he had planned calling Morrigan inside. She stood up and was moving to get to the floor to pick up her robes but Gaspard just put a hand on her shoulder as if she was a child that needed to be admonished. He sat back down on the bed and sat there with a wicked smile on his face.

Not too long after, the door opened and Morrigan came inside. The woman’s yellow eyes widened a bit seeing the Inquisitor naked on bed with Gaspard just as nude. The emperor had no clothes indeed. She herself was only clad in her black robes, no longer wearing the dress she had worn at the formal party to celebrate Gaspard’s ascension. In the company of another person, a woman at that, the Inquisitor got off the bed and taking her robe, put it back on.

Gaspard didn’t mind his Dalish guest disobeying him. She would be getting naked again very soon with what he had planned in store for her. Though even with her so naked, right now he was paying greater attention to Morrigan. She was as much of a sorceress as the Inquisitor was and had a particular interest in elven magic. But right now she never thought she’d be looking at her future comrade naked in the imperial bedroom.

“Do you like what you see?” Gaspard said to neither of them in particular. The two women kept looking at each other. Morrigan herself had served as an advisor to one of the current emperor’s political rivals. She already knew what had just gone down, and had an idea why Gaspard wanted her here. But as was usual for her, she was intent on drawing this conversation out as long as possible.

“I would appreciate if Your Majesty would explain why he summoned me here,” Morrigan said. He heard more than a bit of fire in her voice. Already hard up from his current dealings with the Inquisitor and eating her out to an orgasm, this woman’s attitude was already making his libido flare up enough to take the Dalish woman and fuck her just as a demonstration of his power.

“You two are to be companions in the future, yes?” Gaspard said.

“You assigned me that role,” she said looking straight at him, a little more curtly now. He knew of her expedition with the Grey Warden and knew someone like this would always have an attitude, had earned it, after surviving such harrowing trials.

“Then I think it is important that you make sure the two of you are friends. And I have heard you have an interest in elves. What better occasion?”

Morrigan looked away from the obnoxious new emperor. She was looking at the Inquisitor. Even though the dark skinned woman had pulled her robes tighter around her form to conceal her body, that just gave Morrigan an eyeful of her hard nipples protruding through the fabric. Even she had to stifle a bit of a blush.

“How about you tell me why you really called me here, Gaspard,” Morrigan said. “In plain words.”

Gaspard bared his teeth in a wicked smile. The two women were so very much alike. He knew the Inquisitor was not someone who was unaffected by such banter. He wondered how much more affected her new companion was.

“Kiss each other. It is the nature of friends to do such a thing, yes?”

Morrigan actually laughed. “That’s it, Your Majesty? Fine.” She leaned forward and kissed the Inquisitor on the cheek. Despite it being such an innocent gesture, after everything the Dalish woman had done so far, she felt a familiar jolt of pleasure in her body. Her dark skin made it hard for Morrigan to tell, but the elf was blushing deeply. Though Morrigan didn’t need to see any tinge to know just how much she was feeling it.

Yet she ignored it. She looked back at Gaspard. “Is Your Majesty satisfied?”

“You were an adviser to Celene. Tell me, did you know of the relationship between your former empress and her handmaiden?”

“I can only begin to imagine the end goal of Your Majesty’s search for truth,” she said, folding her arms.

“Did you watch them?”

“Your Majesty is emperor and you rule unopposed. I don’t know what political motive there is in asking this...”

“You know shapeshifting magic. It would have been easy for you to see them go at it without either of them knowing it. What things you must have seen, being a wasp on that bedpost. How about you show your new friend how it’s done, eh?”

Morrigan arched an eyebrow. “Or perhaps you are not as much of a man as they say, Gaspard. You are plenty known to war but I fear that it is all a front to hide just how little knowledge you possess about women. And so you need us to teach you. Is that it?”

“There is but one way to find out. So humor me. Teach me about the arts of making a woman happy.” He chortled low under his breath. “Perhaps you two may learn something as well.”

Morrigan had a bit of a flat expression on her face even on at her most jubilant ever since she was summoned here tonight. Yet that last remark did honestly make her snicker a bit. It reminded her of the insolence of a certain other fool she used to know.

The Inquisitor looked at Morrigan longingly. Morrigan could see the desire in her eyes, the pleading and was surprised. Even someone as full of himself as Gaspard could tell the truth from time time.

“Please...” the Inquisitor said. She held Morrigan by the shoulders.

“Just tell me how this all happened to start with,” Morrigan said.

“And then?” Gaspard said.

Morrigan smiled. “You answer my first question Your Majesty, and I will answer your other one.”

“I need to be certain he will help the Inquisition,” said Lavellan

“Certainty. In the court of Orlais, something like that is a rare thing. The only thing that is certain here is just how flimsy certainty can be.”

“She thought to trap me in a way that Briala and Celene’s affair ended up outdoing the both of them,” said Gaspard. “I think you already can guess what happened between us, no?”

“Well, if that did become public knowledge it might ruin your throne, Your Majesty,” said Morrigan. “The throne you would hope to sit on would be more like a rocking chair for the elderly, not the imperial seat of Orlais. And now there are two of those who know. If pushed, I don’t think Lavellan here is the type to take such a thing to her grave, not willingly anyway, and you know how vicious I can be.”

“But there are other ways to play the Grand Game,” said Gaspard. “If things had gone differently, your empress might still be sitting on the throne. Or as hard as it is to imagine, that wretched Briala would be reigning instead. Even here, an elf can hold power. So I ask, do the two of you think you can play for long? The emperor reduced to sitting on a rocking chair as you say, is still the emperor.”

“To think I would be doing this,” Morrigan said, slapping her forehead before she shook her head. She actually laughed. “Fine.” She looked back at the Inquisitor. She cupped the Dalish woman’s face before they she pulled the dark elf close. Their mouths met for their first kiss. But even though she was doing this thing simply to appease her new sovereign, Morrigan was surprised at just good the Inquisitor’s lips felt on hers. They were full and soft and felt just right.

Gaspard was watching this scene play out as if he was sitting back for the finest theatre. His coronation was emperor seemed the first act act of a greater play. As the two of them were gentle with each other at first, he watched the Inquisitor become more aggressive first. In her act of need, she slipped her tongue right inside of Morrigan’s mouth.

Morrigan had been surprised when that happened too. The Inquisitor was so passionate at first that Morrigan didn’t know how to respond. But as the moments passed and the Dalish woman kept scoruing her mouth using that tongue, she felt a strange lightness in her heart. Even with Gaspard watching them. She didn’t know if it was because she had gone that long without someone’s touch or the elf’s natural beauty, but she started to genuinely want to do this.

When Morrigan became just as intimate with the Inquisitor, Gaspard grabbed his penis. He shamelessly stroked it, careful not to bring himself to climax. Though with how badly he was getting turned on, the temptation was all too great.

The Inquisitor reached to open up Morrigan’s robe. The witch was so confident she hadn’t bothered putting on anything underneath the robe, and so her dark hands immediately caressed the pale woman’s bare breasts. Her nipples weren’t erect yet, but she worked on playing with the soft flesh, pushing her fingers into the areolas and grazing it with her long nails. Even Morrigan had to break the kiss to moan from that. She looked down at her chest, feeling it plenty in her teats, but was still surprised when the Inquisitor took her fingers out the caps poked right back out as hard as they did.

The Inquisitor got down on her knees and sucked on Morrigan’s tits. She held onto the Dalish woman’s head. She had no idea what Gaspard had wanted when she was summoned, but things had progressed so fast that she had no time to react mentally. Yet it was nothing compared to the rate her body was becoming aroused. Between the new emperor’s domineering nature and how the elf was willing to play along with whatever he had in mind, Morrigan quickly found herself at a loss. While Lavellan went out of her way to please the witch’s teats, she felt a hot wetness stirring in her pussy.

“Stop,” Gaspard said. The Inquisitor instantly obeyed and looked back at him. Morrigan did too, now as much a part of this scheme as the dark elf was. “Get down on the floor and eat each other.”

Morrigan’s face turned flat. “What?”

“You heard me, yes? You didn’t run the instant I asked you to two to have fun. What makes this any different?”

“Gaspard...” Morrigan started.

“Emperor Gaspard.”

“Your Majesty,” Morrigan said, refusing to honor his request. “What else will come after this?” She hoped that her lust didn’t accidentally slip through her voice. As demeaning as this whole situation was, she needed a certain something now as bad as the Inquisitor did.

“As an advisor to Celene I know you have no shortage of wits,” said Gaspard. “But if you return to your room right now, I hope you are prepared to play. I will come at you with full force.”

The Inquisitor suddenly turned to Morrigan. “He’s nothing,” she whispered so quietly that even with Gaspard leaning forward couldn’t hear. “If he wants it so bad, let’s mess him up real good when he least expects it.”

Morrigan smiled. She was astonished at what a woman this Lady Lavellan had turned out to be. And despite the obnoxious monarch watching them, she was eager to be satisfied herself.

“Alright,” Morrigan said, cupping the dark elf’s face. They shared several wet kisses before breaking free again. She turned around and the Inquisitor followed her cue, taking off the robe as she had stripped down herself. Morrigan turned her face and smiled as demurely as she could.

Gaspard watched with bated breath. It was a wonder to watch the Inquisitor strip for him, but Morrigan was opposite her in so many ways. The legendary Witch of the Wilds wasn’t modest at all to start with even at formal gatherings with nobility, but it was still a marvel to watch her get fully naked. And there were so many other things to look forward to.

Gaspard stared closely at Morrigan’s naked body. Her nipples were a dark red color on her pale skin. The sight was a feast for the eyes, but right against the Inquisitor, the beauty of these two women could shame the greatest of painters. He thought to say something but he knew they were planning something. He wanted to see how this night would unfold.

Morrigan sat down on the soft carpet. She looked right up at the Inquisitor held up her hand as if they were truly devoted lovers all along. The Inquisitor took her hand and fell to her knees, joining her.

They smiled at each other warmly. Morrigan lay down on her side and spread open her legs, revealing her dark pubic bush. She seductively felt up her legs and spread open the petals of her vagina. The Inquisitor followed suit and lay beside her so that her face was right at Morrigan’s crotch in the same way that Morrigan was looking right at the Dalish woman’s privates.

The two women began eating each other out. The Inquisitor was already plenty sensitive from getting out by Gaspard, so the moment Morrigan’s tongue reached inside her pussy, she jumped up. The witch had answered the summons purely on a professional level, and when Gaspard revealed his true intentions, she actually considered quitting her position in the imperial court right then and there. But the warm and wet taste of this woman coupled with how her body was twitching from that alone had gotten her interested in a level beyond simply fulfilling her duties.

Wanting to tease her more, Morrigan closed her eyes and grabbed the Inquisitor’s shapely ass, resuming her cunnilingus. The Inquisitor moaned deeply again, she wasn’t paying any attention to the vagina right in front of her face. Her soft helpless wails were music to the ears of both Morrigan and Gaspard. The emperor loved it just because of what a show was going down while she liked it because she knew that this elf woman was under her control. But more than any need of domination on her part, she loved her taste and her luscious thighs quivering each time she licked inside that juicy twat.

Eating out that pussy was getting Morrigan off solely from the thrill of knowing how badly she was pleasuring her. As she did so, she moved her naked beautiful body around, now possessed of the same lustful dominance which held their mutual observer. Though even in such a tender moment, she still retained her usual calculating personality and began to crave just as much stimulation as she was giving to the pussy right on top of her face. And she had just the idea to get exactly what she wanted.

So Morrigan slowed down the rate of her cunnilingus. Her tongue still inside the Inquisitor’s twat, she gave strong and slow licks within the tight vaginal folds. She already tasted the Dalish woman’s pussy juice, felt her body twitching every time she slurped on that pussy, and heard her moaning sweetly. But the moment she changed the way she was working her, she heard a far more helpless moan from her elvish lover.

Amused, Morrigan moved a finger to the Inquisitor’s clitoris. The nub was swollen from everything she had done, but the instant she felt it, the nub twitched wildly. She didn’t hasten the way she used her finger, instead she only kept on brushing it. Her Dalish lover squirmed even more from this slow and subtle technique.

Wanting more, the Inquisitor knew she would have to placate Morrigan to feel the consistency of her sweet touch. Still struggling with the tongue and finger sending pleasure that was almost like electricity throughout her whole body, she leaned forward and gave a clumsy yet forceful lick right through the cleft of Morrigan’s wet vagina. It was the first time she had licked another woman in such a way, yet she was surprised just how good the witch tasted.

Morrigan couldn’t do anything but sigh happily when she first felt the Inquisitor’s tongue inside of her. Though she had been so dominant earlier, she had to take the time to take in the feeling of that sweet ecstasy. As she was doing so, she felt another strong lick right inside of her pussy lips. The dark elf of Clan Lavellan wasn’t particularly eloquent in her cunnilingus, but Morrigan had gotten rather turned on just from teasing her partner. More than that, even as her pussy was finally getting some attention back, she could still tell from the way that the elf was using her tongue that the Inquisitor was quite flustered and excited. Morrigan smiled, proud of her handiwork.

Morrigan felt another forceful slurp of her wet pussy. Now pleased that the Inquisitor was finally giving it back, the witch grabbed her partner’s hips and ate her out again. The elf’s whole body was wracked with a strong shudder the instant Morrigan resumed her cunnilingus, but she did not pause. Though the pale woman’s technique remained strong throughout even as her twat was being munched on. That didn’t mean she felt it any else. Her nipples were getting harder as the Dalish woman kept licking inside of her, and her body was filled with a heated euphoria with every second.

Gaspard just smiled, watching the two of them go at it. The two of them were both naked and laying on their sides, holding onto each other’s hips and asses, with their faces fully in each other’s cunts. The only sounds in the room were their pleased moans and their wet vaginas flowing juices out onto each other’s tongues. Their lovely legs were squirming, in this act of mutual clamdiving, the Inquisitor’s more than Morrigan’s. Yet the witch’s body was shuddering more than her lover’s, and he wondered how close she was to an orgasm.

Not too much longer. The Inquisitor felt Morrigan’s pussy lips swelling up on her tongue and the aroma of her fluids, leaking out onto her face, was strong in her nose. Morrigan hadn’t stopped going down on her partner and she wasn’t any slower either, but her technique was starting to falter. Lavellan sensed that and wanting to get her back now, starting eating her out faster. The wet folds of that pussy welcomed her tongue, and she closed her eyes, ready to drive her to climax.

When Morrigan did come, she stopped eating out the Inquisitor’s twat to let out a loud pleasure filled moan. There was nothing subtle about it, and even Gaspard sitting on his bed heard it as well as the Inquisitor did. At that moment of climax, the Inquisitor felt Morrigan’s inner vaginal folds spasm and convulse on her tongue and the hot juices spill out onto her tongue. Yet the dark skinned elf didn’t stop and remembering how the witch had tormented her earlier, was ready to make it so much worse for her.

The Inquisitor prodded her lover’s clit with one of her fingers. Morrigan was already feeling it deeply, but getting poked in her sweet spot actually did make her throw her head back, and she hit her head hard on the thankfully soft carpet from how bad she was getting it. Grinning to herself, the Inquisitor wrapped her full lips around the clit.

This time Morrigan let out a high pitched yelp of pleasure. Her clitoris was already sensitive enough on it’s own, and in the midst of her climax, even more. But the Inquisitor’s naturally full and soft lips sucked on the sensitive nub with just the right amount of suction and pressure. Just as Morrigan had dominated the Dalish woman, so now did the elf have full control of her body. Yet the Inquisitor felt no need to tease her at all, she kept on consistently sucking on the love button, feeling it squirm and get wetter and juicer in her mouth with every second.

When the Inquisitor stopped and licked her lips, she was doing it just to take a brief respite. But that break gave Morrigan all the time she needed to repay her lover. She grabbed onto the dark woman’s hips and plunged her face into her twat. It was partly from a need to give it to her right back in full and it was partly of a need to dominate her again. But there was no real thought to it. Her mind was blank, and all she could think about was eating the elven woman’s delicious pussy.

The Inquisitor’s whole body twitched and she snapped her head back. Her lips and the area around her mouth were still shining with Morrigan’s pussy juice, and she was loudly moaning in ecstasy. She had gone down on Morrigan purely to placate her and they were united in their pleasure, giving it to each other at an even pace. But now the witch was gobbling down on the elven twat with no hesitation, hungrily wanting to give it right back to her.

Gaspard was stroking himself. The Inquisitor was digging her nails deep into Morrigan’s skin as she held onto the witch. And when her voice cracked in her throat, leaving her only able to emit a pathetic squeak, he knew she just came.

Morrigan took her face out of the Inquisitor’s crotch. The Dalish woman was soaking wet, and her aroused pussy lips were twitching and spasming from the force of that climax. For several minutes she cleaned up the mess of fluids around that elven pussy and on the luscious inner thighs, licking up every delicious drop of it. As she did so, she made sure to lick her own lips too, the Inquisitor had really made a mess.

“Rise,” Gaspard said. Both women suddenly tensed up and looked at him. After all that clamdiving and mutual attention to each other, both of them had forgotten about the emperor of Orlais watching them. When they didn’t immediately respond to his command, he said, “Come now, I have so many things I want to do with you.”

That got them interested. They pulled themselves away from each and awkwardly stood up. The two women didn’t meet his gaze. Even Morrigan who was so proud earlier looked a little bashful now. For Gaspard, this scene was more beautiful than any of the crown jewels of the empire. He couldn’t tell whether they were more embarrassed from both being naked in front of him or being made stand to attention after eating each other out raw. But he wasn’t looking at their sheepish faces so much as their bodies. Their nipples were both standing erect and there was a small sheen of sweat and cunt juices on their legs. And on Morrigan in particular, there were red splotches on her pale body from her sheer arousal.

“You Inquisitor,” he said. “Come and service me.” So lost in that horny daze, she obeyed, walking right up to him. She got down on her knees and looked at the hot red phallus in front of her. Just as she was about to wrap her lips on his dick he said, “Stop.” She looked up at him, confused. “Use your breasts to make me feel good at the same time.”

For several moments, she stared at the member. Then she closed her eyes. Gaspard’s penis at full arousal was red and stiff, enough to make any woman fantasize about having it inside of her. Even one such as her, despite her knowing full well what kind of person he was.

He grinned when she obeyed him to the letter. Taking her large breasts, she wrapped them around Gaspard’s shaft and went down on him. He jerked up a little more than he expected when he first felt her mouth on his dick. The feeling of her wet and full lips on his penis was exquisite. He didn’t know if it was because he was so hot and bothered from everything that happened so far or she was that good, but he suddenly felt himself totally at her mercy, no longer in charge. Nor did he mind the feeling of her full hooters wrapped around his shaft.

Gaspard looked down at the Inquisitor. There was no hint or hesitation in her blowjob and she moaned deeply with every loving suckle she gave to his dick. In his enhanced state of arousal after watching her and Morrigan go at it, his imperial dick was hotter and thicker in her mouth than ever before. But she didn’t stop the rate of her fellatio, she just kept on servicing him. Her body was so hot with desire that she could only think about sex, and the heat of his penis being sucked by her lips and on her tongue was filling her heat with a feverish passion.

Gaspard’s eyes were closed and he quietly sighed in sheer happiness. He felt like a little boy with his first time. He didn’t know how much longer he would last, but he didn’t care. He was longing for the opportunity to jizz down this woman’s throat. He started moving his hips in tandem with her sucking him off. It felt great to actively fuck both her mouth and her tits.

As he taking it in, he looked back at Morrigan. She hadn’t moved one bit, but she was watching the scene play out. Yet she wasn’t passive in the slightest. She was fondling one of her tits and had darted the other hand to her pussy. He was fascinated by this sex crazy display. Even with Lavellan working him so good, he couldn’t look away from Morrigan fucking herself.

His distraction proved to be his undoing. Taking the time to admire her, the two of them locked eyes. Even in their states of deep pleasure, they couldn’t look away from each other. That made him so much more susceptible to when he suddenly felt the Inquisitor’s lips rub just right on the crown of his cock head. He lost himself in the sudden sweetness of her mouth and moved himself inside her faster than ever before he broke loose, nutting deep inside of her.

Gaspard’s semen was piping hot and his spurting dick was quaking in her mouth. Yet she didn’t even think once to take the jizzing phallus out as she simply let him cum deep inside of her. His cum was far thicker and hotter than Morrigan’s, yet the Inquisitor didn’t complain one bit, she just kept on swallowing every drop she could. When he was finished cumming from that orgasm, he lifted her head up from his phallus in a rare moment of mercy. There was a long strand of jizz between her mouth and the opening on his dick. She wiped it up with her finger and sucked it clean. As she did so, a good deal of it dripped right back down onto her titties.

He pushed her away. But far from exhausted after such a strong nut, he was ready for more. Looking up at Morrigan again, she was licking her own wet fingers too and her eyes were closed as she softly murmured to herself. He knew she enjoyed that as much as he did.

“Come here,” he said to her. Morrigan did as she was told. “Your friend made quite a mess here. Clean each other up.”

The Inquisitor looked back at the witch approaching her. She bashfully looked away from her again and tried hiding her naked chest, there was so much cum still on her tits. But Morrigan paid no attention and didn’t say anything. Instead, she got down on her knees with her and pulled the dark skinned elf so that she could see her bare breasts.

“The emperor really does have quite a weakness doesn’t he,” Morrigan said, licking her lips. She grabbed onto her full breasts for the first time. She was amazed at just how soft and bouncy they were on her hands and for several moments simply fondled them lovingly. Some of Gaspard’s cum got dripped on down to her hands but there was still so much on the Inquisitor’s massive rack that it couldn’t all possibly droop down. As Morrigan simply let the large and ample titties flow through her fingers, she reached her fingertips own to her nipples.

They were stiff with arousal and completely vulnerable to her hands. Yet she didn’t twist or tweak them at all. Instead just like when she was playing with her clitoris, she made soft and tender movements with her fingertips, and gently scratched the tips with her nails.

The Inquisitor finally looked back at Morrigan. Even with her skin being so dark, Morrigan could tell that she was blushing deeply. She was biting into her soft lower lip. The witch smiled and got herself even lower so that her face was right before the elven woman’s full bosom.

She fully took one of the breasts into her mouth. The Inquisitor felt it as deeply as she had with anything into this encounter. But she didn’t squeal out loud or anything. Instead she softly sighed, melting into it. Morrigan wasn’t being subtle with the way she was devouring the tit, fully sucking and biting onto the skin, teasing the nipple with her tongue, and moaning deeply from the pliant texture and the mix of tastes of skin and cum in her mouth. Yet the elf woman could only think it was so gentle compared to the heat and force of Gaspard’s penis which had just rocked her chest moments earlier.

Morrigan took the tit out of her mouth with such force that there was a popping sound and the breast jiggled. Still swishing Gaspard’s cum in her mouth, she latched her mouth onto the other boob. She sucked this one with more passion, using more force with her lips and tongue and biting much deeper into it, closing her eyes and moaning. She already knew the Inquisitor was plenty hot and bothered already, and so it didn’t surprise her one bit when she felt the nipple and the delicious soft flesh quivering.

The Inquisitor reached down to Morrigan’s head. As her chest was being eaten, she grabbed tighter and twisted her fingers into the dark raven locks, it was all so good. Morrigan made no response and instead kept on gobbling down on the breast, enjoying just how much power she still held over the Inquisitor. Just as she had gotten aroused simply from eating out Lavellan’s pussy while her own twat had yet to be eaten when the two were rolling on the floor, so too now did she feel another perverted longing in her body from holding this over her. Her pussy was getting moist and hot all over again.

When she was finished, she took the tit out of her mouth and looked back up at the Inquisitor again. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. There was more than a little bit of cum on it, and the Inquisitor could see there was more jizz deeper inside.