Cassandra.

You drunkenly stagger out of the tavern, bottle of wine in hand. In one bout of rapacious revelry, the Herald's Rest's gone from a source of comfort for the faithful, to something more closely resembling an Antivan bawdy house.

Not that you resent the change. If anything, you were hoping it persisted long past the stench of atomized Elder One that was on the air in Skyhold's courtyard. But it had been getting a little crowded in there. And besides, what was the point of flaunting your utter perversion when everyone else was doing the same?

The Nevarran on your mind, you head over to check on Cassandra. You find her in her usual area, sword and shield resting on the table next to her, taking a quiet moment to enjoy victory.

"Seeker!" You slur, drawing closer to her. You're pleased to see she's wiped away the grime and exertions of battle. You tried to be open-minded, but Red Templar blood was usually a turnoff for you.

"Inquisitor, it's good to see you." Cassandra smiles, lowering her head to plant a tender kiss on the head of your cock. You respond by pulling the former Right Hand of the Divine up and planting a kiss of your own on her lips.

After a few moments, Cassandra withdraws her head. Throwing her arms around your shoulders, she embraces you.

"Maker, I can't believe that Darkspawn abomination is finally dead." Cassandra gasps. "Thedas owes you so much..."

"Then they owe you and your shield just as much." You say, stroking the Seeker's face. "The Inquisition would've never gotten this far without you."

You thought back to your first meeting with Cassandra. She had you imprisoned, and had wanted to do far worse. Never would you have thought back then that, within such a short span of time, you'd be holding each other like this.

Maybe it's how tipsy you are, maybe it's your natural perverted nature, but you can't stop your hands roaming Cassandra's body. They soon find their way to her arse. Her pants have to be somewhat tight and figure-hugging, if she's to wear her armour over them.

With her athletic figure and striking face, Cassandra was seen by many around Skyhold as a desirable woman. You were no exception.

Never one to simply remain passive and be directed, Cassandra releases her grip on you and gently shoves you towards a table.

"On the table, Inquisitor. Sit." Cassandra motions. As if the Nevarran warrior's your drill sergeant, you find yourself instinctively obeying, your ass making contact with the wooden bench.

Finding her knees before you, Cassandra reaches up to toy with your member. She gropes your shaft, and playfully manipulates your balls with her hand.

"Ah... Don't you normally favour a sword?" You ask Cassandra as she begins stroking your cock in earnest. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle a warhammer?"

"I'm sure you'll have no complaints." The Nevarran purrs, before lowering her mouth onto your cock.

It isn't long before Cassandra has you moaning. She's doing her utmost to live up to her promise, taking you deep in her mouth, teasing you with her tongue, all the while staring up at you with her dark, fierce eyes.

When the Seeker nears your base, you instinctively reach out. Winding your fingers into Cassandra's short, silky hair, you grip the back of her head, keeping her in place, your prick ledged deep in her throat.

Cassandra seems slightly taken aback, but trusts you enough that she doesn't buck or fight you.

After a short while, you release your hold on Cassandra and let her draw back, eagerly sucking in another breath.

"Maker!" Cassandra smiles, wiping away traces of errant drool from her mouth.. "You always did know how to take control."

"And you always seemed to like it." You retort cockily.

Cassandra leans up and grabs you, initiating a kiss you hungrily return.

"In moderation? Certainly." The warrior woman says, as your tongue trails south to kiss her neck.

"Oh, moderation's a fine thing, Lady Pentaghast." You say. "Of course, I believe there's always an arguement to be made for excess. Especially on a day like today." You finish, eyes darting down to your cock, still damp with Cassandra's saliva.

Taking your hint, Cassandra returns to her ministrations, lazily trailing her tongue from your balls, along the length of your shaft, to your eager, leaking cockhead.

As she takes your tip into her mouth once more, Cassandra pins your arms to the bench with hers. Even with her mouth otherwise occupied, the message is clear. This time, Lady Pentaghast will go at her own pace.

Not that you have any desire to stop Cassandra from worshipping your cock, you still make a token attempt to fight against her restraints. You're a little surprised you can barely shift your arms. Well, the shield and armour must require a certain amount of strength. Something that can't be said for your spells.

Her hands on the reins, so to speak, Cassandra takes her lips down your cock with a deliberate slowness. If you didn't know better, you'd swear you saw a glint of evil in the pious noblewoman's eyes.

Just before bottoming out with your cock, Cassandra withdraws and carefully lunges forward at you, coming in for another kiss. Your hands just have time to alight on her hips as she does.

"I want your word on something, Inquisitor." Cassandra begins, once you reluctantly stop kissing her.

"What is it?" You murmur, holding your companion close.

"There is a good chance I will be made Divine in the weeks to come." Cassandra says bluntly. Of course, she's not bragging, more stating it as fact. The process of selecting a new Divine was convoluted and secretive, but Lady Pentaghast's name had been mentioned far too often for it to not be a possibility.

"If that's the case, I may have precious few opportunites to be with a man again." Cassandra worries. "Please, this can't be the last time we do this."

"Very well." You say, before raising your hand. "I swear we'll do this again soon, lest Corypheus rise again and cut me down."

"Good." Cassandra says, a look in her eye that says a lot more than her terse reply did.

With that matter settled, Cassandra wastes little time returning to her duties.

Going down on you yet again, the Seeker worships your cock with a speed that contrasts her earlier actions. She bobs her head, sliding her mouth up and down your prick as you groan out encouragement.

You can feel yourself growing close, and the Seeker, to her credit, can as well.

As your balls tighten and your cock begins to throb, you seize Cassandra by the head and bring her closer, fucking her mouth for a fantastic finish.

Even after fucking Calpernia on the bar, you've got plenty left in you for Cassandra. You explode in her mouth, painting her throat with spurt after spurt of your seed.

As your torrent abates, you release Cassandra, letting her pull back, gasp for breath and swallows the rest of your load.

"Hmph..." Cassandra pants. "I told you you would have no complaints..."