Finish with Calpernia.

Gripping the Tevinter's pale arse, you redouble your efforts, frantically thrusting up into her.

The activity of it all, combined with the massive amounts of drink Sera's been plying you with, make you feel a little queasy, but you power through it.

It's worth a little sickness to enjoy the feeling of roughly breaking in a new playmate. You still remember your first times with Leliana and Josephine.

With a grunt, you spill your seed in the defeated mage's cunt. As you come down from a high of orgasmic bliss, you idly hope Corypheus preferred a woman's mouth, as you do. By Andraste, you didn't want to have to take credit for a darkspawn's bastard.

You push Calpernia off you, gently for you. Your nethers part with a slick noise.

"Well, if you two ladies'll excuse me, I'm gonna take a walk, see how the rest of the Inquisition are celebrating." You slur, snatching a bottle of wine before make to depart.

"Oi," Sera calls out. "What you doin' with this one, then?"

"I dunno." You say drunkenly. "You can have her for a bit."

"Not sure I want her." Sera says, turning her nose up at the Tevinter. "How many times you think Coryphinus, Maker rest him, had his knob inside her?"

"Eurgh, just the thought of that evil bugger with his robe of and..." The archer retches.

"Consider yourself lucky, Sera." You inform her, taking a hearty swig of wine. "You're not the one who got to see him in action. Why do you think I'm drinking so much?"

Sera titters.

"That fucker's really gone though, inn'he?" Sera says, as if it's finally just dawning on her.

"He's gone. And there's finally time to do other things." You say, the feeling of freedom washing over you.

"No offence, but you hardly did anything before he attacked." Sera tells you.

"Oh, if you thought I was drinking and fucking a lot when he was alive, wait 'til you see me now!" You promise.

"Speaking of which, you're sure you don't want Calpernia?" You ask. "Guess I'll have to see if someone else wants to have some fun with her. Someone like Blackwall, or maybe Solas..."

"Nah, I'll take her." Sera changes her mind, looking over the depowered mage's freckled body. "I don't think Elfy could even get it up for a woman unless they asked him about Fade shite every three seconds."

For some strange reason, Sera's assessment of Solas strikes a cord with you.

"Calpernia, why don't you entertain Sera for a while?" You suggest. "She was a big help in killing your master."

Calpernia nods and draws Sera in, kissing her neck and shoulder.

"See you around, Inky!" You can tell she's enjoying Calpernia's skilled touch. "She's not that bad, really. Actually, she's kind of cute, in an ugly way."

"Two of you should get on famously, then." You smirk, slowly walking away from the bar.

"Oi!" You don't even need to turn around. Dodging slightly to the right, the bottle Sera's just chucked at your head misses and shatters on the floor.