A/N:I have to warn this is NSFW since this is me basically filling in my own kinkmeme involving Leandra, being the hot MILF she is. This being a series of oneshots will have different settings with various Hawke's and ranging from short to long randomly. Granted I am saying this upfront these will not contain rape, non/con, scat...or incest. I have no clue why people request those and frankly if someone requests me that your getting a big middle finger from me. Not into it.
Bioware owns what my pervy old man senses like to think up.
The Viscount's keep was busy as usual in the mornings with the city guard milling about, either on duty or off hours. Hired staff were cleaning up keeping things tidy or running errands to be transported to different offices. Then there was the long line of nobles, merchants, ne'er do wells all for their appointments to see Viscount Dumar. For Leandra, this seemed to be her entire lot for the day milling about in a line that barely moved an inch because some fop was arguing with Dumar over a 0.65% rise in their taxes for some azalea seeds.
Leandra couldn't help but wonder how she used to whine as they did in her youth over trivialities. Presently, she actually had important business She held in her hand, a painfully written, letter for obtaining the deed for the Amell estate. After finding out what become of her Ancestral home thanks to her darling son, she made it her life mission to stop grousing and try to ensure her children could have a proper legacy and the right influence to keep Bethany out of the Circle.
However, at this rate, she would be here a fortnight and the line would still not budge an inch; and her old peers would still be looking on at her like a country bumpkin.
"Well I am surprised to see you here Leandra," a familiar voice says next to her causing her start.
"Hello Senechal Bran. Forgive me if I seem less enthusiastic in greeting, but today seems to be a bit draining at the moment," She felt a simultaneous headache from lack of sleeping and skipping out on her breakfast.
"Ahh, I can tell since I am on a luncheon break. What brings you here for business if your son isn't here braying like a jackass to gain attention." Bran visibly bristled at the thought of Garret smiling smugly..
Leandra held in her tongue at the apt description of her son, but she didn't have to like it. "Oh just waiting like the others for a petition concerning family. Hopefully, I might be done with the ordeal before the next blight."
"Well I can say you would be right since this is considered a slow day in the office."
"Really now, Senechal B-" She stopped as Bran lifted up his hand.
"Please Madame, you may call me Bran." He smiled warmly forgetting he just called her son a jackass.
"Yes well Bran, if this is a slow day I hate to see what you considered a hectic day." Leandra wondered if it was ever like the troupers that traveled through Lothering. Without all the political back stabbing
"I assure you it probably wouldn't match whatever fun idea you have conjured in your mind. If so, I would wish it was more like it."
Leandra held in a polite laugh covering her mouth until Bran moved his hand, in polite gesture, onto Leandra's shoulders, edging her out of sight. "However since your son has done the Viscount a personal service, I would be delighted if you were to join me. My meals are always too big and I end up throwing it away. It would be a shame to let a mother go without."
"Why, thank you Bran. It would be nice to eat a meal made by someone else. Although, I am quite the cook so I might end up making it, anyway." Leandra chuckled as Bran led her to his office.
They spent a good portion chatting in his office going over the details of what happened in Kirkwall from her exodus to Bran's current career. Leandra knew it had been some years since she was in polite company, but she enjoyed herself thinking how easy it was to slip back into old manners. Napkins being used and folded neatly, having a posture straight and proud, offering polite giggles at mundane quips. It all returned quickly, indeed. As their meals were finished, Bran decided to take their conversation into a different direction by pouring her some wine.
"So tell me Leandra, do you think your petition will make it to the good grace of the viscount at this current rate, or are you holding out until your son's expedition will hopefully pull through?"
"By all means, I leave nothing to chance on something important as this. I intend to be prepared."
"You will be waiting a long time for those papers to see Viscount Dumar, even on a slow day, such as this. What with Duke Boluard's missing Laperdoodle, rooting out the Guards on Jeven's payroll and maker forbid the Qunari problem. Also, even if your son's expedition pulls through, who's to say he'll have the money to buy the lease." He held in a polite smile as he got out of his seat towards Leandra.
"My boy is a hard worker...and as much as I disapprove of his job, he has never failed our family."
Leandra became a little worried, sipping on her wine thinking on various outcomes concerning the estate. Bran noticed her dismay walking behind and placed his on her shoulders rubbing gently rather intimately.
"Forgive ma Madame for giving you unwanted stress, but it is my job as Senechal to go through the proper channels for everyone on matters like this. However..." A predatory smile slowly crept onto his lips.
Leandra turned around looking at Bran as if he had was going to her a devious secret to shortcut the system. "No, do tell! If its anything useful, I will do what is needed to help my family, to do anything less, I wouldn't be an Amell."
"Perhaps if you were willing to do a favor, of personal importance, might I add, then I could speed the loitering process. I can have your estate ready for your family once your 'esteemed' boy comes back from his trip," Hands moved slowly down to her collarbone and back to her neck.
It only takes Leandra a second to stand up with rage. "Senechal Bran! You are not going to ask what I am thinking you will."
"Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. Either way all paperwork headed for Dumar goes through my meticulous hands before they are deemed worthy of his time. Surely you know how this game is played." He gazed upon Leandra's breasts with perverted glee.
Leandra knew what was asked and felt angry at how this man would treat her like such a slattern, yet she felt hot shame knowing this was the only way to help her children as she sat back down in the seat. Taking her silence as approval Bran placed his hands back onto her shoulders massaging them. Moving his hands southward, feeling her skin rise in goosebumps, Bran groped her breasts from the outside.
"I say, Leandra, for a woman of your age your breasts are clearly magnificent! One should expect that of nobility," He pinched her nipple roughly tugging it out as his other hand moved inside her shirt for a firm grope. "Even when they have fallen from grace."
"Please don't say such vulgar things; and stop pinching my breasts like some toy. I may be old but they are still sensitive." He stopped to feel hot liquid travel down his spine from her outburst.
Bran chuckled at her remark moving the other hand inside her shirt pulling both breasts free. Walking in front of Leandra for a better view, he knelt down, pinching the nipples gently before swirling them with his thumbs. He pushes them together watching taking in the sovereign coin sized areolas as his arousal hardened and grew.
"I dare say, for all the times I've seen your daughter present, with her bountiful size, you put hers to shame with these lovely visions." Bran sighed taking a nipple into his mouth.
Leandra said nothing in return looking down at Bran suckle her like a hungry babe. For a scene that used to make her feel happy, it was perverted by a man, who most likely had mother issues, just to ensure favors of the office. Even worse was the warm feeling she felt blossom inside her core from his tongue and lips lapping at each nipple. She held still as statue trying to reign inner growing arousal after going without for so long. It seemed her body loved the attention being lavished on her since Malcolm's passing.
Fighting back a shudder down her spine from the pull of Bran's lips, Leandra tried to ease the situation, imaging it was Malcolm doing such an intimate act on her. If she had to do this, she would enjoy it on her terms. Leandra envision Malcolm's hands , that were giant like the rest of him, caressing her nipples with their calloused finger pads. His was a really hairy man, so he was extra gentle with his stubble as he nuzzled suckling on her teat like a lamb. Malcolm was always her gentle giant.
Bran opened his mouth wider swallowing more of the left breast, taking in much possible, while he vigorously pinched the right nipple. He tweaked it and twirled it making Leandra whimper in small gasps. Hearing her hold back the pleasure from this made his erection ache harder for more. Looking over at his Dwarven water-clock told him differently, as he was already stretched for time. Letting go of the breast from his mouth with an audible pop, Bran watched them bounce. Licking his lips from how they magically defied gravity, Bran stood up for Leandra to gaze on his tented pants.
"It seems I have taken up a majority of my break. More than I had expected." He hastily undid his laces pulling out his twitching cock. "But it seems we should end this deal in a good way." He voiced hitched as he took himself in hand.
Leandra knew what was to come since she knowledgeable of the act she performed on Malcolm several times. Bran stood there wanking himself with one hand staring down at her with lust ridden eye. After a quick glance she stared at his eyes to maintain contact, as she refused to look at his eager prick.
No one could hold a candle to Malcolm's penis and Bran's...was somewhat tolerable. It' wasn't that Bran's couldn't satisfy a normal woman and be considered lacking. It was just his was on the narrow side and longer length. However Malcolm's was considered perfect to fit Leandra, although he was a tad shorter than Bran, but thankfully thicker in both girth and his tip made their lovemaking enjoyable for both parties.
Without taking cue she held up her breasts, playing with her nipples to keep stimulated, as Bran rubbed on some hand oil before slipped his eager prick into the valley. He bit his lips at how warm her breasts were squeezing his cock as he bucked forward.
Her breasts were warm encircling his penis with oil and sweat. Leandra sat still blocking out Bran's heavy breathing and fumbled curses at how tight she was. She felt a twinge of pain as Bran ignored her earlier warning by pinching her nipples back painfully. His humping became erratic as the hot sensation in his balls tripled from fucking a woman he secretly lusted for in his youth.
Feeling that the end was near and time moving against him, he grabbed a tit in each hand forcefully bucking like a wild animal.
Leandra suppressed a moan that came up, surprising her, from Bran's manhandling of her mammaries. She was thankful the ordeal was near it's conclusion. Without warning, Bran pinched her nose closed, making her panic to breathe out her open mouth. As soon as her lips parted Bran shoved his cock inside her mouth, deep throating her like a madman. Leandra thankfully didn't gag from the intrusion, but accidentally scrapped her teeth along the shaft. Bran, on the other hand, paid no mind, holding her head in place as he emptied himself in her mouth. Leandra almost felt her stomach lurch at the slimy semen coat her mouth, slithering down her throat. Bran refused to leave her mouth, steadily pumping out a few more squirts.
Finally sated from the ordeal, he leaned back on his desk, head bent back in ecstasy, and breathing heavily from the release. Grabbing the wine goblet next to him, he handed it to Leandra before righting himself back in his pants. She drained the glass quickly, much quicker than was proper, but was thankful to be washing the awful taste from her mouth.
"I will say you performed beyond my expectation, Lady Amell. I have to say your husband was a lucky man to have such a..." He leered at her breasts as she righted them back into her dress. "Bountiful woman all to himself."
"Well aside from that distraction...I believe you promised to help me?" She looked at him trying to forget the warmth of his mouth on her nipples.
"Of course my dear. I always honor every business transaction that comes through these halls. I'll present these to the Viscount since we are to go over the monthly revenues in Kirkwall."
"At least he'll see them and decide to give my children what they should have been given." She watched him pick up the petition setting it atop the other papers that were headed to the meeting.
"Well fear not Lady Amell, any child would be grateful to have such a devoted mother such as yourself."
Walking up to her, Bran gave a respectful kiss on the knuckles before leading her out of his office and down the stairs before heading off to throne room. Feeling a bit flustered at what just happened, Leandra walked down the stairs feeling a bit ashamed for what she had to do. Yet those thoughts were slowly pushed aside as she noticed her oldest chatting, more so, flirting terribly, with the nice elf named Fenris. Bethany walked behind with Isabela making kissy faces, walking towards her general direction.
Seeing them made her smile remembering this was all for the best interests of her children and their growing family. Fixing her dress and hair to look presentable, she walked down the stairs, smiling warmly at how Garrett was blushing at Fenris.
Yes, this was worth it to make them happy.
A/N:Welp. Please don't stone me, but there isnt enough Leandra love out there.