"A drinking game, of sorts..."

“You've got my curiosity, Lady Vivienne. Show me this drinking game of yours.” You say, scratching your balls in front of the extremely refined woman.

She nods, turning to retrieve a few items from a crate. As she bends to gather them up, you ogle the First Enchanter's bare ass. Peeking out from underneath the hem of her silken chemise, it's a beautiful glimpse of black beneath a white curtain. You briefly entertain notions of getting off the throne and taking her, your cock parting those firm and smooth glutes, but Vivienne has finished and returned before you can heave yourself up.

No matter. It's a long way to Val Royeaux.

Vivienne kneels a distance away from you, placing a plain but voluminous glass goblet, a small potion, and a bottle of beer on the floor between you.

Taking the bottle, she magically uncorks it and hands it to you. A hearty ale brewed from ingredients in the Skyhold garden. You've sank many of these on a long night with Cassandra or Leliana. They're very good for stamina.

“I think you should drink this.” Vivienne advises.

“Hardly much of a contest.” You mutter.

“Who said you were the one being challenged?” Vivienne smiled. You relent and start downing the drink.

“That's what this is for.” Vivienne says, handing you the tiny potion.

“What in the Maker's name is this?” You ask, holding the potion to the light. It looks red, but then again, so does everything else in this cabin.

“Golden Halla blood, honey from the hives at Montsimmard and a tiny drop of raw lyrium.” Vivienne stated. “When magically treated, it combines to create an elixir that drastically improves... virility.”

“If you're calling my potency into question, you can walk to Val Royaeux. In your chemise.” You warn Vivienne.

“I would never, Herald. You've given me far too much evidence to ever dream of doing such a thing.” Vivienne says, verbally backstepping. “I simply meant to imply that while this potion makes a decrepit old man cum like a nineteen year old virgin, I cannot imagine it's effect on you.”

You were damn well going to find out, you thought as you supped the last of your beer.

“Bottoms up!” You grin, downing the liquid.

“There'll be time for that later. It's a long way to Val Royaeux.” Vivienne smiles, baring her immaculate teeth.

It goes down sweet as the honey it's in part composed of. Shortly after, the taste lessens. You taste blood, but you're buzzing with energy, supremely invigorated, as if the stamina of a majestic halla has become yours to command. The Lyrium high probably helps.

The invigoration stems to every part of you, your member being rock solid as the veins running across it bulge to a freakish extent.

“How does it feel?” Vivienne asks, leaning forward in curiosity.

“Like Andraste herself is sucking my cock!” You groan, arms tensing up. You notice a look of surprise in the First Enchanter's eyes, you follow her gaze to your lap, where your balls are swollen, as if you've taken a decade long vow of chastity and are chomping at the bit to break it.

“I'm not Andraste, though I'll argue I have better fashion sense, but how about I help you out with that?” Vivienne asks, dragging one elegant finger from the base of your shaft to the tip.

“NGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You groan out. It's as if Vivienne's just dragged a bar of pure lyrium across your cock. The potion seemingly increases sensitivity, even a woman's mere touch threatens to plunge you over the edge.

“Tell me when you're about to cum.” Vivienne says, tapping the glass goblet, before wrapping a hand around your length. “I'm liable to drown if you go off in my mouth, dear.”

You barely caught Vivienne's words, dazzled as you were by the feel of her hand seizing your cock. You could feel every atom of her hand that was touching yours, the four fingertips pressing into your sensitive and eager cockflesh, the dark fingers connected to them, them palm, and the thumb, gently squeezing your cockhead.

Vivienne slowly but firmly masturbated you, as if you required some coaxing to get it up for her. You had to make it to her mouth. As you felt yourself being jerked, it helped to focus on her plump brown lips, moving to coo words of encouragement you were too pleasure-crazed to heard.

“...that's it, dear. I think you're ready for my mouth.” You certainly heard that. Saw her mouth bear down on your pulsing and tortured manhood.

As the black woman's lips parted around your white cock, you groaned.

This was better. Being in Vivienne's mouth right now was better than her fingers. Better than her mouth last night, or the night before or any night you had it.

In your frenzied state, as you struggled to keep yourself controlled as Vivienne guided you in and out of her mouth, it was better than so many things.

As Vivienne went down on you, you mused her mouth was better than most women's cunts.

As she took you deep into her throat, you told yourself this blowjob was better than the discovery of what the very throne you were sitting on did. Better than when you first got Sera to get on her knees and blow you like she'd been doing it all her life.

As she played with and cradled your balls, full to rupturing with frothing seed, you felt it was better than anything you dreamed of. Better than Corypheus dead in pieces at your feet.

As Vivienne took your full length, it felt better than the leaders of every nation kneeling before the Blowjob Throne, throwing their nations and armies to the Inquisition, to you.

“Cumming! Viv, I'm gonna cum!” You groaned or possibly shouted.

Calm even despite your frenzied condition, Vivienne skillfully extricated herself from your cock, grasping you in her right hand as her left went for the goblet.

Letting your pisshole rest just over the rim of the cup, Vivienne employed her other hand once more, jerking you to the best orgasm of your life so far.

You sounded like a Qunari beserker as you came, screaming out your frustration as the floodgates were opened. You shot your load like never before, it flying with such pressure and with such volume that you felt your organs would follow the baby batter out.

“That's it, dear. Get it all out.” Vivienne tutted, sounding like an adoring mother. She made sure all of your magically produced cum made it into her goblet, a task easier said than done.

You noticed it was more than half full, with your prick showing no signs of abating. It was like you were pissing out nothing but cum, giving the witch your essence.

You had filled the goblet three quarters when the flow of cum began to abate.

“Very good, Inquisitor, very good.” Vivienne said, rubbing your thigh appreciatively. “That was like nothing I've ever see-”

Vivienne was taken aback by your second wind. You continued to produce cum. Vivienne's goblet was filled to the brim as you began to let up. There was a little run-off, sliding down the outside of the glass and drizzling across the back of Vivienne's hand.

“I take it that's everythin-” Vivienne began, before once again being cut off by your cum. Another spurt, this time, barely a dribble compared to the torrent that had passed through you. Almost as much as you came normally, but now it seemed disappointing. Your load, which you felt was the last you'd produce right now, flew from your cock, striking the Knight Enchanter on her eyebrow.

“I take it Morrigan never did that with you?” Vivienne guessed, as she dabbed at the cumshot fired across her right eyebrow. Part of the shot had landed on her head, clinging to the short fuzz of her hair.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” You say testily. You haven't been so sweaty and exhausted since Zevran and the Nevarran triplets.

“A task I imagine would be easier accomplished than the one before me.” Vivienne smirked, holding the goblet up carefully.

The copious amount of warm and gooey cum contained with Vivienne's goblet was probably enough to impregnate every woman in Skyhold twice over. A kinky desire to see Vivienne swallow the lot was slowly uncurling within you.

“What's the prize?” You ask, still breathing heavily.

“We should both have a long, hard think about that, dear.” Vivienne said, as she raised the glass up.

“All in one?” She asks.

“All in one.” You agree.

Pressing the goblet to her pursed lips, Vivienne inhales briefly, girds herself for the task ahead, then tips the goblet.

Vivienne took a long draught of cum, swallowing it as it came trickling down. She never paused, for breath or to compose herself. It was a testament to the glamorous witch's elegance that she was able to drink the vile-smelling and tasting cum without spilling a drop.

As you watch Vivienne put away your prodigious load, you marvel, both at her display, and the throne. You're convinced there's nothing the Blowjob Throne cannot make a woman do.

As she passes the halfway point, you find yourself more and more impressed with the black-skinned Marcher. She's chugging your semen down, and dispite Vivienne's masterful ability to conceal her emotions, the disgust is visible on her beautiful features.

You were sure she'd never make it, that before the goblet was half empty, Vivienne's elegant facade would shatter as she spewed cum and vomit all over the carriage. Vivienne had proved you wrong. The goblet drained of all but the clingy matter on the sides, Vivienne set it down in a silent moment of victory.

“Maker's breath! How the hell did you do that?!” You ask, dumbfounded by Vivienne's swallowing capabilities.

“You don't work your way up from nothing in the Orlesian court without learning a thing or two.” Vivienne confesses flatly. She does look very pale.

She continues to kneel there as you pour a glass of water for her. You're surprised how sore you feel. Vivienne rinses her mouth, and clears her throat, before sipping the cool water.

“You should pour one for yourself, dear.” Vivienne advises “What you did is only possible with magic.”

You take her advice. Best to err on the side of caution here.

“You may have a headache for a while.” Vivienne tells you.

“What about you?” You ask.

“I'll be fine. Though perhaps I'll skip dinner tonight.” Vivienne says. You make a mental note not to kiss her this side of Celene's ball.

“And what of your reward? You've earned it, Lady Vivienne.” You tell her.

That puts some of the glorious brown colour back into her cheeks.

“Very well. I have a... proposal for you, my Lord Herald.” Vivienne begins.

“What you just did makes you total wife material, but I'm just not ready to settle down yet, sorry.” You joke.

“Very droll, dear.” Vivienne says, a tiny smile budding on her lips. “But you must say, magic is an important part of the Inquisition, correct?”

“Of course.” You agree.

“We are led by a mage, a large portion of our fighting forces consist of mages, from Redcliffe or otherwise. And keeping on top of magical issues is a vital part of our strategy, both in the fight against Corypheus and beyond, yes?” Vivienne asked. You noticed her chemise had gotten hiked up around her waist in the excitement. You could see the First Enchanter's bare pussy.

“Yes.” You say simply.

“And would you say that you're too busy to devote these issues your full attention? Would you say Leliana, Josephine and Cullen aren't familiar enough with magic to fully reap the magical benefits an organisation like the Inquisition could have?” Vivienne asked. The straps on her chemise were thin indeed. It would probably only take one strong finger to snap them, freeing her beautiful black breasts from their loose confinement...

“Yes. To both of them. Yes.” You admit.

“Then you agree with the need for a magical advisor. A mage who can guide the Inquisition in areas of magical research, development, recruitment and training in the way the other three advisors are.” Vivienne said, her voice getting rather more spirited.

“And who better than me?” Vivienne asked.

This was a big proposal. Promoting a mage to such a high position could have huge ramifications. It might affect relations with some of the more conservative kingdoms, the public and to incur the Chantry's wrath could spell doom for the Inquisition, powerful as it had grown.

Not to mention that Vivienne, unlike Leliana, Josephine or Cullen, was a nakedly ambitious woman with strong ties to the Empress of Orlais.

Making her an advisor would give her a level of authority in the Inquisition only equalled by the other three advisors, and only dwarfed by your own. And by being at every session of the War Council, Vivienne would be privy to every innermost working of the Inquisition.

These were all very serious concerns, and ones that had to be weighed up against the potential good Vivienne could do.

Fortunately for the First Enchanter, she had just made the man fully in charge of the decision shoot pints of cum, then drank said pints in front of him.

“Who better!” You agree! “You're in, Lady Vivienne!”

Vivienne indeed looked pleased with herself. She bade you most gracious thanks, then advised you to rest, for the journey was long. You heeded her advice, for you could barely seem to get out of your throne.

As your eyes fluttered closed, images of Vivienne flickered even behind your eyes.

You were in the main hall. Her tongue served you, coaxed so much cum from you. Then the vision of her reclining when you first entered the carriage. Her black skin in that white chemise.

You saw her bend over again, the memory perfectly preserved by your dreaming mind. In dream detail, you could even see her puckered bud as she was exposed to you.

You saw flashes of your enormous orgasm, and of how the First Enchanter devoured your seed.

Then your dreaming eye showed you things you'd never seen before. A War Council session, Vivienne at your right side, exchanging looks, your hands brushing as moves were made. As the other advisors cleared out, you saw yourself embrace her, then climb onto the War Table. Stone models of cities and platoons clattered to the floor and shattered as you fucked Vivienne on the map.

Final you saw another scene. The Lady Vivienne, bent over a silk bed, presenting to you like a bitch in heat. Her belly was fat with child, her asshole yours for the taking.

When you woke, the curtains were undrawn and the light of the noon sun beamed through them.

You rose from your slumbering position groggily. Your head was killing you.

Vivienne sat on her couch across from you, fully clothed and reading a tome.

“Good afternoon, dear. You should drink some more water. Replenish yourself.” The Inquisition's newly minted Magical Advisor told you.

You rose to your feet.

“I've heard one of the side effects of the... tonic you drank last night is unusually intense dreaming. See anything good?” Vivienne asked, peering up from her book as you stepped towards her.

“I saw us.” You admit boldly. “I was fucking you up the ass.”

“Oh my. I can only assume that was a good dream, dear?” Vivienne asks, a dirty smile on her face.

“The kind I'd like to see come true.” You tell her.

“Perhaps we should wait awhile. Only a few hours, until you're ready.” Vivienne says politely.

“I'm ready now!” You insist, hoisting her to her feet.

“Really, Herald, I-” Vivienne begins. You're in no mood for anything she has to say.

Manhandling her, you push your Lady Enchanter towards the Blowjob Throne. She stops herself on it, bending over a little in the process.

“See that throne?” You say. “As long as I'm sitting on that throne, you don't get to tell me to wait.”

“Strip.”

Commanded by the unstoppable magic of the throne, Vivienne drops her skirt. You pull off her horned headwear and throw it over your should, while she removes her shirt.

She's standing there now in her chemise. What a sight. You raise the hem up and over her backside, revealing that gorgeous black ass to you once again. With your face a foot away from it, you can drink in every detail.

As Vivienne pulls the chemise up and over her head, leaving herself naked, you spread her cheeks with one hand. Another greedy finger probes her asshole. Throwing cautions to the wind, you stick your tongue in. Her asshole is clean, and the way Vivienne reacts to your tongue inside it is delightful. She whimpers a little as you continue to rim her. You were sure she would have experienced this in the Orlesian courts.

“I think you're ready.” You growl, straightening up and grabbing your cock. “My advice, advisor​​? You may want to find something to bite down on.” You tell her, teasing her pucker with the head of your erect prick.

You pull back a little and get ready to impale Lady Vivienne. You take a moment to savour and anticipate this.

As you come down with your cock, the carriage, which had been moving at a steady pace, comes to an abrupt stop.

You and Vivienne are thrown forwards. Vivienne cries out in pain as she hits her head. You're no less lucky, your thrust missing the dark asshole you were aiming at, instead colliding at a considerable speed with the rather solid Blowjob Throne.

The pair of you clutch your injured areas, and groan, before a knock at the carriage door disturbs you.

Opening it, Leliana barges in. She's dressed and armed, bearing an injury of her own. Blood trickles down from a scratch behind the spymaster's ginger hair.

“Inquisitor! It's urgent!” She calls, looking for you before spotting the crumpled heap you and Vivienne comprise.

A silence ensues. Leliana seems distracted. You can't quite tell if the bisexual bint is drinking in the exposed cock she's magically conditioned to feel attraction to, or the dark, naked body of the woman draped across.

“Well?” You say, jolting her from her voyeurism.

“You must come quickly, Inquisitor. We have a situation in need of judgement!” Leliana insists.