Divine Victoria (Cassandra)

You wander through the opulence of the Winter Palace on your way to meet one of the principals of this Exalted Council, Divine Victoria, or, as you knew her back in the Inquisition, Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast.

Truthfully, Cassandra was never your first choice to become the next Divine. And while your memories in the aftermath of Corypheus' defeat are foggy from the constant ale and victory orgies, you seem to recall pledging your support to Leliana.

And then Vivienne. And then Leliana again, your vote often swaying towards whichever woman you bedded most recently.

The mage and spymaster had both fought hard for your support--fueled by the rumors that the woman who received the Inquisitor's backing would be named to the Sunburst Throne. Your bed chambers would quickly become the battleground in which these two highly ambitious women waged an escalating war of sexual depravity to win your favor.

In the days leading up to the Chantry's decision, it wasn't uncommon for you to enter your chambers find either woman awaiting you on all fours. Often you would enjoy one right after the other, letting the two grow intimately familiar with the taste of the other's flavor on your cock. You would fill holy chalices to the brim with your spunk and watch the girls drink them down like they were fine Orlesian wine. It became clear that in their pursuit of becoming the symbol of holy purity throughout all of Thedas, both Leliana and Vivienne were more than willing to play dirty.

So imagine their surprise when the College of Clerics named Cassandra to the Sunburst Throne! It appeared the rumors of your influence over the Chantry's decision were overstated, and the backing of a pantsless heretic didn't sway the results.

Of course, The Seeker was an ideal candidate to be Divine, her unwavering devotion to the Maker and strict moral compass made her the sensible choice after the Conclave's destruction. And while you're almost certain she'll be a **** for good for the people of Thedas, you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at an expected return to the status quo.

Both Leliana and Vivienne had made you certain assurances, promises of sweeping progressive change to the Chantry laws. You're still a lecherous, self-absorbed bastard at heart, after all, and a true agent of change in the highest seat of the church could have been a terrific boon towards your goal of turning Thedas into your own perverted, hedonistic paradise.

Not to mention, after two long years separated from your Throne's influence, you have to consider the strong possibility that the Divine will not be the staunch ally your suddenly contentious Inquisition needs to survive this Exalted Council.

Ascending the marble staircase to the upper courtyard, you finally lay eyes on Divine Victoria. Currently, the Most Holy is conversing with the Arl of Denerim, no doubt discussing the importance of these upcoming talks as the Arl is one of three representatives who will ultimately decide your Inquisition's fate by the Council's end.

Noticing you approach from the corner of her eye, a warm smile spreads across Cassandra's lips. You instantly find yourself smiling back--partially at how ridiculous she looks in that phallic Chantry hat, but mostly from how nice it is to see a friend after two years apart. You watch as she politely excuses herself from her chat with the Arl before spinning on her heels and sprinting towards you as quickly as her long flowing Chantry robes would allow her.

Without so much as a "hello", Cassandra takes you by your marked hand and leads you right back down the flight of stairs. Still possessing her warrior's strength, Victoria drags you halfway across the palace before you arrive at a small, secluded terrace overlooking the Orlesian countryside, the evening sun cresting over hills dotted by blooming wildflowers.

"A lovely view, Your Holiness," you smirk, admiring the scenery. "But perhaps next time you could warn me before you-"

Before you could even finish that sarcastic remark, Cassandra collapses to her knees in front of you. In one smooth motion, the most powerful woman in Thedas plunges her head down on your cock, engulfing your entire thickness until her face is pressed flush with your lap, holding herself there for a drawn-out moment before pulling herself off just as effortlessly.

"Oh sweet Andraste, how I missed you!" Cassandra declares to the heavens, tears of joy streaming down her pale face.

"I-uh-oh fuck-missed you too, Cassandra..." you manage to grunt as she plants **** kisses up and down your shaft.

"Two years!" the Divine declares, her tongue traveling up your length again before dropping her face on it three times in quick succession as drool spills down the front of her Chantry robe. “Two long years without this big…” she kisses your tip. "Fat..." she thwacks herself on the cheek with it as her fingers coax your heavy balls. "Musky...” she presses her nose taut against your sack, eyes rolling back in her head as she inhales the heady aroma of your undercarriage. “...Cock!”

It appears absence did, in fact, make the heart grow fonder as two years separated from your magical cock had seemingly transformed your normally mild-mannered Seeker into some kind of cock-craving whore. You've had memorable trysts with Cassandra before, a few right here at the Winter Palace, but the woman kneeling at your feet is a woman possessed.

Perhaps literally, as possession by a Desire Demon might explain the Nevarran's sudden unquenchable thirst for penis.

“Fuuuuuck…”

A deep groan escapes your lips as Cassandra guides your cock back into her mouth, eyes closed in rapture as she sucks you, cheeks hollowing with each downward stroke as her pointed nose scratches your spit-soaked pubes. The front of her robes is all but soiled with her own spit, but she doesn't seem to care as she comes up for another breath of cock-scented air.

"I touched myself every night thinking of you..." The Seeker moans raggedly, stroking your girth with both her hands now. "The day we would be reunited..." You get the distinct impression she's not talking to you anymore and instead speaking directly to your penis but you aren't complaining as she greedily throats herself on your thickness again and again.

Even as you lose yourself in this pleasure, you can't help but take notice of the two knights suddenly standing at attention in the terrace's entranceway. Clad in full suits of gold-plated armor with the Sunburst symbol emblazoned across the chest, they stand still as marble statues with the cold, expressionless visages of their ornate helmets trained on the Most Holy.

"Friends of yours, Cassandra?" you offer playfully, gesturing with your eyes as the Seeker follows your wandering gaze.

"Holy knights of the Chantry," she murmurs softly, a thread of throaty spittle chaining her breathless mouth to your lap like a Mabari's leash as she briefly draws her lips from your cock to speak. "I'm afraid they must follow me everywhere."

"Surely not everywh-"

"Everywhere." she repeats emphatically. "The Divine's life is not one blessed by privacy. It's best just to ignore them."

An admittedly simple task for you. When has the presence of onlookers ever stifled your enjoyment of a good blowjob? Getting sucked off in front of people is kind of your whole deal, right?

As Divine Victoria's mouth finds your engorged cock once more, you find yourself reaching down and gripping the sides of her ridiculous Chantry headgear. An act done mostly for show, as the woman of the cloth is setting a more punishing pace for herself than you ever could, engulfing your cock again and again as if it were her last meal. You're all too happy to let Cassandra do the lion's share of work, your sole contribution for the time being a bit of sacrilegious dirty talk.

"Oh, you're such a filthy little Chantry whore..." you hiss through a clenched jaw. "You missed this cock, didn't you?"

You feel Cassandra shuddering moans travel through your cock, the sensations sending chills running up your spine.

"Good little Chantry sluts like you belong on their knees, don't they?" you double down. "Gagging on every inch..."

She nods her head eagerly, mouth still stuffed with your length. Her eyes water from the strain of throating your size.

"This is what your whore mouth was made for..." you offer mockingly. "Not those worthless chants to the Maker!"

Pulled from the moment, Cassandra's mouth pops off your cock to give you the same look of disgust you fondly remember, her pale brow furrowed like a Mabari hound and her nose crinkled like the well-worn pages of her favorite smutty novel.

"Inquisitor, please," she admonishes you in front of her guards. " You are still in the presence of the Divine, after all."

"My sincerest apologies, Your Holiness," you smirk, letting your wet cock smudge her scarred cheek like a painter's brush. "I'll toss an extra sovereign into the collection plate next time I attend the morning chants..."

The Divine rolls her eyes, but her mouth quickly returns to your cock, redoubling her efforts as she seeks to earn your load after two years without the taste of your spunk coating her tongue. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, your balls churning as the most powerful woman in Thedas looks up at you submissively, eyes begging for your seed.

"That's it, Cassandra..." you encourage her, your voice strained with pleasure. "Keep going...oh fuck, I'm getting close...""

The promise of impending orgasm quickens Cassandra's pace to an almost religious fervor, her head bobbing up and down your cock with a desperation that pushes you well past the point of no return as you feel your climax rushing through you.

With a guttural moan, you let loose down Cassandra's throat, a torrent of warm, sticky spunk filling the Most Holy's mouth. You can feel her body convulsing, the first taste of your essence enough to send her into her own equally powerful orgasm as you grip the sides of her headpiece and let her spasming throat milk every last drop of cum from your twitching cock.

You hold her head in place, cock hilted deep in her throat as she eagerly gulps your seed like the antidote to a fatal poison, the greedy, frenzied swallows of a relapsed cum addict keeping her throat muscles wrapped tight around your pulsing dick as you and your reunited companion shudder in mutual pleasure.

As you both come down from your shared religious experience, you gingerly ease your cock from the Most Holy's throat, its tender length glistening with her holy spit under the evening sun. Cassandra's eyes are glazed over as she licks her lips, savoring the flavor of your magical seed coating her taste buds once again as her lips curl into a satisfied smile.

"Oh Maker...that was incredible." You let out a winded heave, feeling rather light-headed after such a thorough draining.

You're barely given time to exhale before Cassandra leaps to her feet, frantic fingers working to unclasp her Divine robes, her vesture falling to the ground in a pool of heavy fabric at her feet to reveal her stark nude body hiding just underneath. You're tickled to see she still forgoes wearing panties, a habit she picked up during your time in the Inquisition together, as she clumsily removes her giant phallic Chantry hat and tosses it carelessly over her shoulder onto the cold ground.

As you drink in her beauty, she turns away from you, placing her hands on the marble railing and spreading her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy to your gaze. You can see her arousal on full display as the juices glisten between her pale thighs.

"Fuck me." she pleads, her voice shaky as she spreads her legs wider and arching her back as she presents herself to you like a ripe peach begging to be plucked from the orchard. "I can't wait a second longer. I need your cock inside me now."

"Well..." you smirk, your cock instantly twitching back to life. "How can I refuse a request from the Most Holy herself?"

You eagerly saunter up behind Cassandra, your hands already reaching out to reacquaint themselves with her nude figure. As your hands trace the curves of her body, you can't help but notice the subtle changes these last few years have brought. While she still possessed the hardened frame of a warrior, there's a gentle softness to her body that wasn't present before. Her breasts are fuller, her hips wider, and her ass plumper. The occasional faded battle scars that decorate her pale skin are the only hints of her past life as a weapon of the Inquisition.

"Forgive me." her body tenses, suddenly growing self-conscious under your touch. "I have little time to train these days..."

"Are you kidding?" you offer incredulously, silencing her fears with a gentle kiss to her shoulder. Your lips linger on her skin as you whisper, "You've never looked more beautiful, Seeker," and give her perky, round ass an affectionate squeeze, her backside now practically rivaling Vivienne's in pure plumpness.

You drag your cockhead up and down her wet slit, stealing a quick glance back over to the two stone-faced guards who still haven't budged an inch from their watch position. Perhaps it's just your perverted imagination, but you could have sworn their codpieces didn't protrude quite so far the last time you looked in their direction.

"Two years without your cock and you still find reason to tease me..." Cassandra whimpers fervidly. "Just fuck me, please!"

Not needing to be told twice, you grab hold of Cassandra's hips, pulling her into your lap as you plunge into her wet cunt. The tight warmth of the Most Holy's pussy is perfection, and you can't help but let out a groan as you push deeper inside. Your hips thrust forward, driving your throbbing length into her with a **** that sends her whole body lurching forward, her hands gripping the railing with white knuckles to steady herself as you begin to fuck her with reckless abandon.

The Seeker's pussy is even tighter than you remember, her inner walls clenching your cock like a silken vice as you drive yourself to the hilt with each stroke, heavy balls slapping against her clit with every pump, pushing her closer to her limit.

"Yes! Harder, Inquisitor!" Cassandra meets your thrusts with equal fervor, pushing back against you as she begs for more.

The sun dips lower in the sky, casting long, lewd shadows across the terrace as you fuck the Divine like a common whore. You grab a fistful of her short hair, drawing her back against you, your hips snapping forward to drive your cock deeper into her pussy as you reach around and greedily grope her breasts, your fingers pinching her perky nipples.

As you continue to fuck her, you become aware of the hushed whispers coming from the entranceway. Turning your head, you spot a group of Chantry sisters not-so-discreetly peering around the nearby corner, watching the performance unfold. Their eyes are wide with shock and arousal, their gazes curious as they watch you defile the Most Holy.

You have to wonder what they're whispering amongst themselves. Perhaps wondering if this is a new verse of the Chants they should be memorizing...

"Is that the Most Holy?" the youngest and most naive Sister of the group asks in hushed whispers. "What is she doing?"

"What does it look like she's doing, genius?" the older, more experienced Sister rolls her eyes. "She's getting fucked."

"Language, Lay Sister Rebecca." the Grand Cleric tuts before turning her curious gaze back to you. "...Is that the Herald?"

"Of course it's the Herald." Sister Rebecca answers with more unearned confidence. "She's the Divine's husband, after all. Only his Maker blessed cock can satisfy the Divine's needs. Honestly, did any of you besides me read the Holy Canticles?"

"Listen to her howling like a banshee..." the elder nun bites her bottom lip. "Andraste, I think she's speaking in tongues."

After a minute of silent voyeurism, the youngest Sister finally speaks up. "Are we...are we allowed to get fucked too?"

Ever the showman, you offer the gaggle of Chantry sisters a friendly wave and a coy wink, a subtle acknowledgment of their presence and a silent invitation to "Enjoy the show, ladies" while you continue to defile the Most Holy's sanctuary.

Let them watch, you think to yourself. And even more importantly, let them learn from their Divine's whorish example.

All the while, Cassandra remains oblivious of her ever-growing audience, her world shrunk to the all-consuming sensations of your cock pounding within her sacred depths. The gawking Sisters, the Exalted Council, the fate of Thedas – all fade into insignificance compared to the mind-melting pleasure you're delivering in this debauched moment.

"Andraste bless your cock..." she gasps, words spilling from her mouth in delirious moans. "Don’t stop-don’t you dare stop!"

You don't stop. You couldn't stop even if you wanted, as Cassandra’s pussy squeezes your cock like the hangman's noose, her walls tightening as she teeters on the edge of another release. You lean forward, your weight pressed against her back, your lips brushing against her ear as you whisper your final instructions.

"Cum for me, Cassandra..." you hiss, your hot breath fluttering in her ear. "Let the entire Winter Palace hear you scream!"

"Andraste preserve me--Oh holy fuck!" Cassandra chokes out, her voice breaking as her violent orgasm crashes over her. Her back arches, head thrown back as she shouts to the heavens, her pussy clamping around your cock in rhythmic pulses.

The sensation is too much, your hips stuttering as you drive into her one last time, a thunderous, guttural roar erupting from your throat as you bury yourself to the hilt. A torrent of potent seed floods the Divine's womb in hot, sticky spurts, triggering another convulsive orgasm that rips through the Most Holy's body. She spasms and shrieks, the sounds of pure, unadulterated bliss echoing through the Palace as her legs buckle beneath her and her cunt sprays across your hairy lap.

For a long drawn-out moment, the two of you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, your bodies interlocked together.

Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of the hips, you pull out of her well-used pussy, your length glistening with her juices. Cum spills down her trembling thighs, a sticky river that puddles the floors. The spent Seeker all but crumples before you, chest heaving as her limp body collapses against the marble railing. You take a step back, admiring the sight of the Divine—her pale skin flush and her half-lidded eyes glazed over with the countless orgasms you've fucked into her.

"Maker's Breath...that was...was..." she trails off breathlessly, unable to form the words needed to describe the experience.

"Divine?" you offer with a cheeky grin while using her discarded Chantry robes to clean off your cock. "Indeed, it was."

You take a moment to admire your handiwork, the sweat-soaked, panting Divine lying in a puddle of your combined juices. The most powerful woman in Thedas conquered by your cock. It's a sight worthy of a holy portrait, but you haven't the time to pose as the Exalted Council draws closer and there are matters that needed your attention elsewhere in the Palace.

"A worthy reunion, Divine Victoria..." you offer with a chuckle. "We can only hope the Exalted Council is half as eventful."

You reach down and pick up the Divine's hat, its phallic shape now even more comical in the aftermath of your encounter. With a smirk, you perch it back atop her head, the weight of the holy headgear settling upon her sweaty, disheveled hair.

"Thank you, Inquisitor," she offers, her voice regaining a hint of it's steadiness. "You have my word, you'll have my backing during the Exalted Council. But..." she says, her expression growing grave. "I must warn you. There are powerful influences working against you. They will stop at nothing to see the Inquisition disbanded. Even my support will not be enough..."

"The Inquisition isn't going down without a fight," you promise her. "After all, I have an 'influence' of my very own."

You swing your half-hardened cock directly into her face, the crown of your member bobbing inches from Cassandra's lips. On cue, she leans forward and plants a lingering, reverent kiss on the tip.

A sudden flicker of hope shines in her lust-clouded eyes. "I believe in you, Inquisitor."

"We'll win, Cassandra," you flash her a confident smile. "We always do."

Bidding your former companion a fond farewell, you turn on your heel to leave the terrace. As you pass the entranceway, your spot the Chantry sisters, no longer mere spectators, are already following their Divine's lessons. Robes are discarded, armor pried off as the Sisters kneel before Divine Victoria's guards, greedily throating their throbbing cocks. The knight's emotionless facade is all but shattered, their faces now contorting with unyielding pleasure as the Sister worship them.

Your lips curl into a smirk as you take in the sight. Even amid these uncertain times, your influence spreads far and wide. With Cassandra as Divine, you can rest easy knowing the future of the Chantry is in good hands. And even better mouths.

"At ease, men..." you chuckle, the seeds of reform planted as you continue on your way.

After such a spirited reunion with your former Inquisition member, you can't help but wonder which of your other companions may be lurking around the Palace. You didn't have long before the Exalted Council, and the prospect of shoving your cock into as many familiar faces as possible before it begins is your sole focus.