Explore the Siren's Call.

As tired as you are, being on this ship gives you a certain restlessness. You decide to explore Isabela's vessel a little before getting some much needed sleep.

Extricating yourself from Leliana, you heave yourself out of bed, and move towards the door.

"I'm gonna take a look around. Don't know how long I'll be." You gruffly tell your Spymaster.

"Try not to be too long..." The redhead smiles sleepily. As she rolls onto her back, you can see her cum-slick thighs, your baby batter leaking out onto the bedsheets. It's an alluring sight, one most men wouldn't be able to bring themselves to part from.

Luckily for you, you're not most men, and with the siren's song of nautical adventure and the enticement of additional pussy, you're able to pull yourself away.

Finally unattended, you roam the passages, decks and holds of the Call, looking for any mischief you can get into.

You're disappointed to see Isabela's crew is entirely composed of men. You were hoping to find her ship full of sexy piratesses, with eyepatches, and seawomanlike accents as coarse as their tits were massive.

It was obvious why a captain such as Isabela would attract so many male sailors, but you couldn't help but feel disappointed. As it stood, you would have to be at sea a hell of a lot longer, with significantly less female company, before you even thought of letting any of these seadogs shiver your timbers.

Having more or less walked around the entire ship, you're thinking of leaving the cargo hold you find yourself in, and returning to Leliana.

However, thoughts of the redhead's warm and loving embrace are driven to the back of your mind, as you hear a muted crash on the other end of the previously quiet hold.

Readying a spell, you move carefully towards the source of the disturbance. The Inquisition had enemies everywhere, was it possible they had even infiltrated Isabela's crew?

Rounding the corner, you find no one, but there's a barrel against the wall, with the lid ever so slightly ajar. Shuffling towards it, you steel yourself, lift the lid and prepare to confront whoever or whatever's been sneaking around.

Before you can react, a tiny fist swings up, striking your exposed and **** balls.

With a high-pitched yelp, you crumple to the ground, clutching your pained family jewels. Andraste's arsehole, you think, they haven't hurt this much since your last marathon throat fuck session with Morrigan.

To your surprise, a very familiar figure jumps out of the barrel and crouches over you.

It's Sera, the blonde, petite city elf who'd joined up with you in Orlais. Even through your slowly diminishing ball-pain, you note how odd it is to see her here. Leliana would never have selected her for team of agents. Despite her considerable skill with archery, stealth and trap-making, the little knife-ears was far too unruly to be part of a proper strike team.

"Inquisitor?" Sera says, as bemused as you are by your sudden meeting. "Funny how things work out, isn't it? I've been wanting to do that for a while!"

"Fuck you, you little..." You groan, massaging your tenderized testicles.

"Yeah, that's pretty much why." The archer smirks, looking down distastefully at your exposed junk.

"What are you even doing here?" You demand, as the pain slowly but surely recedes.

"Stowed away in one of your carriages. Thought it'd be a laugh, and come on, wherever you go, the best pussy in Thedas follows, yeah?" Sera admits casually.

You smile despite yourself. Sera truly was a girl after your own heart. A disgusting pervert in a fuckable elven body.

"Who takes your fancy, Hawke or the captain?" You ask.

"Both, but especially the captain." Sera opines. "Those massive tits, and that beautiful brown skin of hers! I've always loved Rivaini women, almost as much as Qunari..." Your cock's already perking up again, listening to Sera rant about women.

"What I'd give to spend a night with that one, see if she's as tan all over, bury my face in those big..." Sera says, biting her lip.

"You know, that could be arranged." You tell her slyly.

"How?" Is her instant response. You can see on her face that Sera's lust for Isabela is nearly all-consuming.

"You're aware of the magic that let's me have any woman I wish, yes?" You ask her.

"Think I might remember that." Sera says bluntly. No doubt she would. For when you first got the Blowjob Throne working, Sera was one of the first women you sought out. Since she had made it clear she would never be interested in you, and wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, it had been all the more satisfying when she had dropped to her knees and sucked your cock.

"Well, the effect can be lent to another." You tell her.

Behind Sera's green eyes, you can see her contemplating all the mischief she could manage if Isabela was bound to follow her ever command. Her hand begins creeping into her breeches at the thought of such a delightful scenario, before she remembers where she is, and who she's with.

"But let me guess, you want something in return, yeah?" Sera figures.