A three way... with her mouth.

As the assassin's continued to thrust and push with their slack hips, their pants slowly began to loosen more and more. Marjolaine watched in dread as their throbbing cocks were slowly exposed to her cock-battered face like a horrifying strip show. You stepped towards her, your own cock pointed at her like crossbow bolt, adding more terror to her face. It was quite the dilemma the evil female bard was in.

As you got closer to her, the frustrated swearing and grunting of Leliana's former boss and lover were silenced when the finally exposed meat-rods were fully exposed, thrusting into her mouth now. It was too late her to close her mouth as she mumbled past the thick fuck-sticks that were cramming in and out of her wet, saliva dripping mouth. She gagged loudly when your cock was finally within sucking distance her busy head.

The two blank-eyed assassins double-teamed her mouth, making her **** loudly while performing unwitting frottage in her gullet. Her tongue waggled out underneath the two thrusting dicks while spit dripped down the tip of her tongue. Her dark hair was disheveled as her throat was continually used by the two.

You saw no point in waiting as you plunged your own cock right between the two. Forcing, for the first time in your life, one woman to **** on three cocks at the same time. Marjolaine's eyes rolled back as you listened to her gargle pathetically with three sausages stuffed deep inside her once elegant and even seemingly noble looking face. This was light punishment for someone who was as treasonous as her.

The two assassin's groaned, finally pulling out of her with a long wet slipping sound, spraying her well-used face with their unnatural amount of spunk, (thanks to your spell) and immediately faint as if over-exerted. Exhausted from so much cock being ****-fed to her, all the bard could do was take it as white goo plastered her face. You didn't feel the need to add so much to this spunk-canvas so you simply shoot a dollop of hot spunk against her forehead, adding insult to the very obvious injury.

While you tidy yourself up, you leave a stripped and cum-faced Marjolaine tied with rope you found by the shed. With a final dusting of your robes, you hear running footsteps.

It seems the guards have finally arrived...