Corypheus attacks!

A loud bang nearly deafens you as a giant fireball explodes over an arcane shield that encompasses the entirety of Skyhold. It seems Morrigan had things well in hand by the time you arrive home, only to be surprised as your senses suddenly take in the sight and sound of clashing armies. It was Corypheus's hordes; obscene masses of red lyrium protruding out from their flesh and armor. The enemy was locked in battle with your templars; mages and veteran soldiers. You quickly shove Josephine's face off your springy dick as her throat is removed from your length with a loud plop, a sticky strand of slobber staining the side of her dark face. You stand up and quickly scan the raging scene before you, searching for the 'actual' threat... Corypheus.

You eye him above the battle, standing on top of a floating mote of rock. Beneath his legs was Calpernia, his trusted Tevinter mage and disciple. She was a slim and pale woman with light braided hair and gap-tooth. Currently, the misguided woman was on her knees, sucking Corypheus's cock with fervor and dedication. She sloppily impaled her thin face up and down the impressive hard distance of the rather human looking 'mage staff'. Whether Corypheus was actually enjoying the dedicated blowjob was hard to tell as he was currently reading aloud from a floating tome, bound in green leather and pearled metallic edges... a ritual.

And the ritual was working.

Little by little, you could slowly feel the power of the Blowjob Throne leaving your body. Corypheus was draining you and he needed to be stopped. Fortunately, it seems like the ritual has just started. You could tell this by the lack of stained make-up on Calpernia's cock-stuffed face. She was going rough and hard, so it was going to happen eventually.

Meanwhile, Cassandra was leading a group of men to cut a swath towards Skyhold. She was leading a phalanx of shields and swords, driving back the enemy with battle-hardened prowess. Vivienne focused her magic on shielding the caravan while Leliana protected the rear.

You hoped that your subjects would be able to hold the enemy off while you decided to help...