Cassandra could use a good fuck.

Between the Chantry pressuring her to seek the empty Sunburst Throne and the revelations of corruption within her Order of Seekers, Cassandra has been under considerable stress as of late. Taking a ride on a Grey Warden's huge cock might be just the thing she needs right about now.

"Go and fetch Seeker Pentaghast," you order one of your less **** soldiers. The man nods, stumbling right out of the tavern and into the courtyard. Blackwall flashes his half-cocked grin, clearly pleased with your choice for his next partner to demonstrate his Warden stamina upon.

Ordering a fresh round of ales, it isn't long before Cassandra eventually wanders into the bar. With barely a foot in the door, the Seeker freezes at the sight of a room full of half-naked men. Flustered, she lowers her head and begins to approach you with her eyes trained on the floor.

"Y-you summoned for me, Inquisitor?" she asks, trying in vain to hide the nerves in her voice.

"Indeed I did," you nod, setting down your ale. "We have important matters we must discuss."

"Perhaps we could speak somewhere more..." she starts, glancing across the room. "...private?"

"Here will be just fine," you assure her. "Let me be frank, Cassandra. I'm concerned about you."

"Concerned?" the Seeker replies with genuine surprise. "About me?"

"Very concerned," you reiterate. "You've been under far too much stress as of late. I can't have you caving under that pressure, Seeker. We all know you're the backbone of this Inquisition."

"Your concern is appreciated," Cassandra pushes back. "But I assure you, I can handle myself."

"That's exactly my point," you smirk. "It's about time you found someone else to handle you."

"I'm...I'm not certain I understand, Your Worship..." the Pentaghast warrior offers blankly.

"Look around you, Seeker," you instruct her. "For all we know, the world is coming to an end and everyone in Skyhold is fucking like nugs accordingly. Everyone, that is, except for you."

You watch Cassandra's face drop. "That's what this is all about?” she scowls. "My love life?"

"Who said anything about love?" you chuckle. "I'm talking about getting you fucked, Seeker. For the good of the Inquisition, I've enlisted Blackwall to give you the pounding you deserve."

"The offer is...most generous," she says meekly, glancing over at Blackwall standing in the nude with a smirk across his bearded face. "But Warden Blackwall is a trusted friend. I could never-"

"You don't find Warden Blackwall attractive?" you ask, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"No, I-Well, of course, I do!" she falters, eyeing the nude Warden. "He's a very dashing man..."

"And what is it about him that you find so dashing exactly?" you inquire with a smirk.

"His dark, smoldering eyes..." she starts off modestly, blushing deeply at the naked man's gaze. "Those strong shoulders..." Cassandra continues, her eyes traveling lower down his toned body. "A broad, muscular chest..." she bites her lip as she reaches his loins. "And that long...thick..."

"Beard!" Cassandra suddenly blurts, raising her gaze from Blackwall's low-hanging appendage. The Seeker isn't fooling anyone, you and the rest of the tavern chuckling as she hastily wipes the faint hint of drool clinging to her lips. "Maker, would you look at the time..." she blushes.

The usually unflappable Seeker excuses herself, starting to backpedal towards the tavern door. In her haste, she doesn't notice the toppled stool in her path and suddenly tumbles backwards. Moving with the speed of a man nearly half his age, Warden Blackwall lunges forward to break the woman's fall, catching her and holding her tightly in the safety of his muscular arms.

"Careful, Seeker." the Warden's husky voice comforts her. "You almost fell head over heels..."

"Oh...” Cassandra coos, the noise sounding almost foreign as it leaves the female warrior's lips. In her current pose, she could almost pass for one of the damsels in distress gracing the covers of those trashy romance serials she's so fond of. After having stood her ground against Qunari, demons, giants, and dragons, Blackwall is coming dangerously close to shattering her defenses.

“I—um, I…” Cassandra stammers, a blush spreading across her pale cheeks. “I-I don’t think…”

“That's exactly right,” Blackwall leans in, his hot breath wafting over her ear. “Don’t think.”

Before she can utter a word in protest, Blackwall grabs her waist and pulls her into a deep kiss. The look of surprise on the Seeker's face instantly fades as she closes her eyes and reciprocates the man's affections, her fingers dancing through his shaggy hair as she nibbles his bottom lip.

Suddenly, Cassandra breaks from their shared kiss, gripping Blackwall's face in her hands.

"Well?" she pants, eyes brimming with aching need. "What are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Blackwall laughs heartily.

Within seconds, the Seeker's armor is on the floor, her metal breastplate striking the ground with a thunderous crash as she unbuckles it before wriggling out of her tight, leather leggings. All eyes in your tavern are on Cassandra's body, her toned, muscular frame like a work of art, the occasional battle scar on the warrior's flesh only adding character to her alluring form.

The burly warrior wastes no time, lifting Cassandra right off the ground by her tight backside. Wrapping her legs around his waist, the Seeker buries her face in the crook of Blackwall's neck, planting kisses against the curve of his rugged shoulders as he shuttles her to the closest table.

Setting the Nevarran carefully on the table's edge, Blackwall gingerly eases her onto her back while letting his next few smooches drift down Cassandra's neck, pressing his lips to her chest and down her toned stomach as he journeys even further south. Sinking down onto his knees, the Warden eagerly spreads the Seeker's legs, planting kisses up and down her inner thighs as his mouth draws closer and closer to the woman's already-quivering pussy.

Cassandra shudders at the first touch of the Blackwall's tongue to her folds, the female warrior mewling like a newborn kitten as Blackwall goes to work, his bristly beard tickling her nethers and his calloused hands gently squeezing her thighs as his tongue begins to probe deeper.

The Seeker can only squirm in blissful pleasure, gripping the table's edges with white knuckles as Blackwall's dines on her quim with an intensity that would make even Sera blush as he laps up the nectar dripping from her honeypot before expertly flitting his tongue over her clit.

"By the Maker..." Cassandra moans, winding her fingers through Blackwall's coarse black hair. Now humping the Warden's face in earnest, Cassandra's quivering moans begin growing higher and higher in pitch until she fully surrenders to a shuddering orgasm under Blackwall's tongue, her gushing juices flooding the Grey Warden's mouth before her body falls completely limp.

"I can't take it anymore..." she offers shakily. "I need...I need your cock inside me, Warden..."

"With pleasure, Lady Seeker..." Blackwall grins, gently lifting his head from Cassandra's peach, his thick beard glistening with her nectar even as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Rising back to his feet, the Warden steps into position. Looking every bit the studly man he is, Blackwall's impressive member does not disappoint as he works the swollen tip up and down her slit before gently pressing his bulging cockhead against her tight, soaked entrance.

"Be gentle..." she begs him, her nervous eyes alternating between the man's face and his groin. "I've only been with one other man before..." she reveals. "...a mage who died at the Conclave."

"Of course," Blackwall reassures, offering her a soft kiss to her trembling lips to quell her fears. Drawing back, the two stare deeply into each other's eyes as he pushes into her slickened folds.

You hear Cassandra gasp, hints of discomfort flashing across her flushed face as the broad head of Blackwall's thick breech-demon pushes its way through her Veil. The warrior grits her teeth as inch after seemingly endless inch of the man's length sinks deep inside her, her own arousal and the Warden's residual spittle the only things making his entrance even remotely bearable.

Eventually, one inch at a time, the entirety of the Warden's cock is sheathed inside Cassandra. Ever the gentlemen, Blackwall holds perfectly still, allowing his partner the much-needed time to acclimate herself to his intimidating length as it reaches depths she scarcely knew she had.

"Oh!" Cassandra's voice quivers, losing herself in the sensation of being so sublimely stretched. She shuts her eyes tight, concentrating on the intense warmth welling up from deep inside her, an all-consuming fire of lust radiating throughout her entire body with white, hot pleasure.

The pleasure only amplifies once Blackwall finally starts moving-locking eyes with the woman as he begins gently rolling his hips, keeping his measured thrusts slow and shallow to start off. Each tender stroke elicits a moan from the Seeker, the sweet whimpers escaping her lips as the inner walls of her long-neglected womanhood wrapped taut around the man's thickness.

Gradually building up speed, the Warden settles into his steady pace as he fucks her in earnest. The wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh fills the tavern as Cassandra rolls her hips against him, matching her lover's driving hips, her breasts bouncing hypnotically with every hard thrust.

The crowd of pantsless soldiers all gather closer, many openly masturbating just like yourself, drawn in by the ragged moans even as Blackwall makes her feel like the only two in the room.

"So Seeker," you speak up. "How does the Warden compare with your former mage lover?"

"I-I cannot answer..." Cassandra winces as Blackwall suddenly bottoms out inside her womb.

"And why not?" you question.

"Because..." she whimpers, biting her lower lip. "I-I do not wish to speak ill of the dead..."

"Very well," you smirk. "Warden Blackwall, would you kindly fuck our Seeker's brains out?"

Blackwall doesn't answer as he simply leans forward, mashing his lips against Cassandra's own. The Seeker moans into her lover's kisses, feeling the Warden's broad, hairy chest bearing down against her own muscular frame with all his weight as their two frantic tongues dance together. You notice the Nevarran delicately curling her legs around Blackwall like an Orlesian ballerina, in stark contrast to the blunt, battering ram you've known her to be upon the battlefield.

Cassandra practically melts under the Champion's touch as his calloused hand finds her chest, past the generous handfuls of her breasts and pressed softly against her swiftly-beating heart, letting out a gasp as the bearded man seizes both her hands and pins them above her head.

Blackwall thrusts forward with his full weight, making Cassandra cry out in equal parts surprise and pleasure, the heavy table creaking under the **** of the two warrior's fierce love-making. Breaking free from the sloppy kiss, the delirious Seeker voices her satisfaction with his actions, hoarse, ragged moans of lust escaping her tight throat as she writhes against the man's grip.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the breathless woman arches her back against the table. "Fuck me, Warden!

The Warden obliges her pleas, pounding into the woman's quivering pussy with reckless desire. The speed and power of the man's thrusts leaves her quaking and it isn't long before Blackwall can feel her sex clenching around his cock, her muscles squeezing fiercely as she orgasms hard.

"I'm cumming!" Cassandra announces, shaking uncontrollably as her slit sprays her love-honey across her lover's hard-pounding lap and runs down his thighs. "Maker, I can't stop cumming!"

For what feels like hours, your stalwart companion lives up to the legends of his Warden order, leaving Cassandra with her tongue lolling out her mouth and her eyes rolling back in her head as Blackwall supplies more female stimulation in a few minutes than most men do in a lifetime.

You start to lose count around her ninth or tenth climax, each of Cassandra's thrashing peaks chaining into one long, uninterrupted wave that ravages the Seeker's body with pure pleasure. Every full-body orgasm the Warden fucks into the woman leaves her that much weaker until the proud warrior is nothing more than cock-addled mess convulsing on the table.

Perhaps taking pity on the woman, Blackwall pushes forward with one final thrust of his cock, embracing his lover tightly in his arms as he hilts himself deep inside her overstimulated quim and unleashes his torrent of cum. The Seeker spasms around the Warden's throbbing thickness, the rapid pulse of his length flooding the woman's womb with its cream enough to trigger one last trembling orgasm locked in Blackwall's arms.

For the next few moments, the pair remain intertwined with Blackwall buried inside Cassandra, the Seeker's twitching sex milking the man's cock. She holds her face flush with his neck as she struggles to regain her breath, tiny goosebumps upon her pale skin as the man retracts himself, a thick stream of white spilling from her entrance and pooling on the table beneath her.

"That was..." she speaks breathlessly, staring up into her lover's eyes with lust. "...Perfect."

"Always happy to be of service..." the man grins, stroking the woman's disheveled hair.

Blackwall plants a kiss on the Seeker's forehead before slowly laying her back across the table. Cassandra doesn't get to bask in her post-sex haze for very long as through her half-lidded eyes she notices you and the rest of your men quickly encircling her while stroking your hard cocks.

Her eyes widen but before she can do or say anything, you launch the first volley of foul spunk into her surprised face. The floodgates now open, one after another, your men begin to unload, their thick ropes of man-seed splattering all across the Seeker's body as you and your soldiers share the common goal of making the warrior nearly unrecognizable with the sheer amount of nut-milk covering her fucked-out visage.

As the last of the men dump their seed, the slack-jawed Cassandra slowly lifts her dripping face. The cum-coated Seeker opens her mouth, looking like she has something to say when suddenly, a delayed arc of cum spurts from your cock and splashes Miss Pentaghast across the forehead.

Cassandra blinks absently in response before she suddenly passes out from sheer exhaustion.

"Maker's balls, that Warden's stamina is no joke..." you chortle, playfully nudging Blackwall.

"Right, my Warden stamina..." Blackwall offers with a cheeky smile. "It's really something, eh?"

"It certainly did a number on our Seeker," you laugh, admiring his handiwork. "Say, do you-"

"I'm back!" a familiar voice calls out from behind you. “Anything fun happen while I was-”

You both turn to see Iron Bull standing in the doorway with a dumbfounded look upon his face. You watch Bull’s one good eye travel from the passed out and cum-soaked Seeker on the table over to Blackwall before finally settling his gaze directly on you with a look of annoyance.

“For crap's sake, Boss!” he growls. “I leave for ten minutes and you go and bang the Seeker?"

"Sorry about that, big guy,” you smirk. "Tell you what, we'll find someone for you to fuck..."

"I'm good for another round too" Blackwall casually offers, his cock still standing at attention.

"Alright then," you smirk, stroking your stubbled chin. "Who else in Skyhold needs fucking?"