Add your special ingredient to Sera's cookies.

“Everyone knows you prefer munching carpet, Sera.” you chuckle, tapping your swollen cock against the elf's freckled cheeks for sarcastic effect. Thanks to your throne's persistent magic, the lesbian rogue doesn't bat an eyelash at any of this.

"Right, yea?" she half-grins. "Wouldn't be caught dead sucking any other prick's...um, prick."

"Of course not," you smirk, gathering up a fistful of choppy blonde elf hair. "Now, open wide."

The second her lips part, you guide the pointy-eared misfit's mouth down your throbbing pole until her nose is buried in your spit-soaked pubes. Gleefully face-fucking the elf with one hand, you treat yourself to one of her "famous" cookies with the other.

As much as you loathe to admit it, the elf's baking skills were improving. Of course, anything would be an improvement over the first batch she made for you. You could have charged her with conspiring to poison the Inquisitor after the gastronomic distress those caused you.

This latest batch, however, not too shabby. A fine complement to any late evening blowjob.

"Your best batch yet, Sera," you say, through another bite of cookie. You watch the elf's eyes light up the moment you say that. Looking up from her spot sucking upon your bloated balls, the elf flashes you the warmest and most appreciative smile you've ever seen in your life.

"You really think so?" she asks.

“Oh sure..." you grin, stifling your laughter. "I'm only feeling slightly nauseous this time."

You watch Sera's face sour instantly. “Don't always have to be a bag of shite, y'know...”

You have to chuckle at the elf's short temper. For someone who appeared so wild and carefree, the little elf sure is sensitive about these measly little cookies of hers. Of course, she'd told you the story behind them before. Something about her adoptive mother? You'll never understand why your companions feel compelled to unload their personal baggage on you. Perhaps it's just an unexpected side effect of your Throne but whatever the case, it is starting to become rather tiresome when all you cared about is getting head.

“I’m only kidding...” you tease, attempting to pacify the pouty young elf. Holding the cookie up to your mouth, you take an exaggerated bite. "See?" you smile, rubbing your stomach. "Tasty."

“I hope that cookie gives you rotten farts...” she curses you, sticking her tongue out in defiance.

“Says the elf with her face buried in my lap," you warn her. "You'd only be punishing yourself."

"Pervy bastard like you'd probably like that. You noble gits get off on that weird shite, ey?"

"Sera, we've been over this a hundred times," you roll your eyes. "I'm a mage, not a noble."

"Pfft, you sit in a big chair and get your knob polished all day. Face it Inky, you're a noble."

"Point taken," you smirk. "So should I expect a visit from your Friends of Red Jenny soon?"

"Nah, you're alright." Sera snickers. "Just don't go gettin' too big for your breeches, Inky."

Stuffing the last morsels of cookie in your mouth, you free both hands to hold your little chef's head in place while steadily bucking your hips. The elf's rhythmic gags fill the entire courtyard, alerting everyone within earshot to your rooftop fun above. As you gaze at the starry night sky, you can't help but wish you could stay like this forever but judging by those tiny balled-up fists batting at your thighs, your elven partner doesn't share your same romantic sentiment.

Releasing your grip, Sera comes off your cock coughing and sputtering as the pools of throaty saliva dribble down the front of her tunic. Turning to you with a grimace, she looks likes she's just about ready to punch you in the balls before her expression morphs into a big, toothy grin.

"Almost choked me, ya dumb git..." she snickers, wiping away the excess drool on her sleeve.

"It's not my fault you have such a fuckable face, Sera." you chuckle. She stares blankly at you for a moment, clearly deliberating in her head whether or not that was meant as a compliment.

"Uh, thanks?" she finally answers, in an ambiguous tone that makes it clear she still isn't sure.

"Any cookies left?" you ask, changing the subject as you dust the crumbs from your tunic.

"Mhm, whole plate of 'em." she nods, lifting her head from your groin. Your elven companion bounces to her feet, awkwardly climbing through the window of her makeshift room above the Herald's Rest before she soon reappears, balancing a large serving tray of cookies in her hands.

"Help yourself," Sera says, dropping the plate in your lap. "Nobody likes 'em but you anyway."

Upon hearing this, the perverted gears in your head start to spin. You can't help but wonder if the women of Skyhold would find Sera's cookies a bit more palatable if they were accompanied by one of the most coveted ingredients in Thedas these days.

"Hey Sera," you smirk. "I've got an idea on how to make these cookies of yours more popular."

"Oh?" the blonde elf raises an eyebrow skeptically. "And how's that, Inky?"

"Icing, of course!" you chuckle. "All the best cookies need a rich, creamy icing on top, right?"

"And just where are we gonna get icing, ya frig-GLACK!"

Pushing Sera's mouth back down your cock, you bounce the elf's head up and down your lap, drool and tears streaming down her pale face as you work yourself into a face-fucking frenzy. Now nothing but a gagging blonde blur, you focus on her tight throat, racing towards orgasm until, at the last possible second, you pull her off and focus your aim on her plate of cookies.

"Here comes your frosting!" you groan in pleasure as the first blast of cum erupts from the tip of your cock, overshooting the baked goods entirely, striking Sera across the bridge of her nose. Making a quick adjustment, you direct the next ropes of cream onto the plate. The elf can only watch in horror as you glaze her tray of treats in spunk. Your prolonged oral session with her yields an impressive load, more than enough to coat each cookie evenly in your special "icing."

“Damn, that was a good one," you growl, shaking the last drops from your engorged sausage.

You take a moment to admire your handiwork for a moment as Sera simply stares in disbelief.

"Now then," you grin. "Why don't you go and share these cookies with the ladies downstairs?

She mutters a few curses under her breath before doing as she's told. You follow the elf back inside the tavern, leaning against the second-floor railing as she carries the plate downstairs.

You recognize several of the lovely ladies in the bar, including both Krem and Scout Harding chatting near the fireplace while Maryden plays her lute. Even Lady Josephine is here tonight, enjoying one of her rare relaxing evenings away from her Inquisition duties.

One by one, Sera offers the treats to the handful of women in the tavern. Thanks to your magic, no one questions the elf's disheveled appearance and everyone who is offered a cookie accepts.

Sera fights the urge to gag as she watches all the women around her tasting your special icing. Shooting you an annoyed glance, the elf looks ready to blame their incoming disgust upon you before she turns back to see, to her shock, everyone's faces lighting up with joy at the taste.

"Mmm, these cookies are yummy in the tummy." Scout Harding giggles.

Josephine, in particular, seems to enjoy them, going so far as to ask for seconds. The sight of the busty Antivan diplomat moaning in delight with every dainty bite makes your cock twitch a bit.

"Sera, these cookies are wonderful." Josephine commends her, licking a bit of stray icing from the tip of her thumb. "I'm hosting Duchess Amelia and her handmaidens in Skyhold next week. You simply must bake a batch of these delicious cookies for them!"

"Uh, Inky?" Sera turns to you, eyes darting to your cock.

"Don't worry, Josie," you offer with a mischievous grin. "Sera will have a fresh batch for you..."

Before she can even protest, Sera finds herself being surrounded by the remaining girls as they all fight for the last remaining cookie on her tray. You turn and head for the exit, eager to leave the tavern before an all-out brawl starts over who gets the privilege of licking the plate clean.