Go help Vivienne!

Your influence was on a timer and you needed to halt Corypheus's ritual as soon as possible. With Cassandra's forces fighting an uphill battle below, you decide that Vivienne's shield is your best chance at reaching Skyhold in time.

Springing into action, you Fade-Step from your carriage and magically appear behind the mage.

"Ah, darling..." Vivienne winces, arms outstretched as she concentrates on casting her spell, sweat beading down her forehead as she focuses her magic. "How k-kind of you to join me..."

"An impressive barrier, Madam De Fer." you offer as another volley of red lyrium-tipped arrows sent ripples across its shimmering surface. "Will it hold long enough to reach Skyhold's gates?"

"N-naturally..." she replies in her typical boastful tone, despite the obvious strain in her voice. Even for a mage of Vivienne's aptitude, maintaining a shield of this size was an impossible task and you both knew you wouldn't be able to rely on it forever.

"Then allow us to escort you..." you smirk, giving Vivienne's rear your most supportive squeeze as you step forward before signaling your caravan of soldiers. "Inquisition! Forward march!"

Slowly but surely, your carriage begins its steady push across the bridge. Almost immediately, you encounter strong resistance from Corypheus' forces, the tainted forms of the Red Templars waiting to meet your advancing troops. The monstrous beings were even more corrupted than your last meeting, mangled flesh fused with their armor and studded with spikes of red lyrium, each one a grotesque living testament to the magister's twisted ambitions for Thedas' future.

Despite your dwindling throne powers, you were still an accomplished mage in your own right, hurling elemental spells with fury as you lead the charge over the bridge. Every inch you gain comes with heavy losses, your men finding their swords ineffective against the lyrium-plated abominations as countless soldiers are gruesomely impaled by the Templar's spiked claws.

Having sheltered yourself in Skyhold, far from the realities of your bloody war with Corypheus, it unnerves you to watch Inquisition soldiers perish around you. Men and women who pledged themselves to your cause, blind to your perverted nature, were laying down their lives so that you might take back the Blowjob Throne. You vowed that if you ever sat on that Throne again, you would honor their sacrifice with an extra sloppy blowjob.

Down below, the battle appears to be going better for Cassandra's regiment as they cut a swath through the Templar horde. The Seeker's battle prowess and leadership were on full display as she personally leads the charge, wearing your dried spunk like war paint as her sword finds the weak point of every Templar it strikes as if guided by the invisible hand of Andraste herself.

"Maker take you!" she shouts, fearlessly charging at one of the towering Lyrium behemoths. With one leaping swing of her Silverite blade, she cleaves the beast's head from its shoulders, blood spraying like the fountains of Val Rouyeax as the toppled monster collapses in the snow. The heat of combat only fuels Cassandra more, eyes glowing an icy blue as her Seeker powers flare to life, boiling the blood of every Templar in her proximity as they erupt in holy flames.

The lower forces were proving to be an effective decoy as Corypheus' armies begin to divert their reinforcements into the battle below. From your elevated position, you could see more Templars cresting over the hills as it becomes clear your allies are running out of time.

Back atop the bridge, the tide of battle begins to shift as you draw upon your Throne's powers, compelling large groups of Templars to suck their own lyrium-studded cocks, spines snapping with a sickening crack as you continue your hard-fought push toward Skyhold's inner gates.

The closer you get to reaching your goal, the more **** Corypheus and his forces become, sending wave after endless waves of mutated soldiers even as their own catapults rain fireballs down upon the bridge, fully prepared on collapsing the entire structure if it halts your charge.

"Keep pushing forward, men!" you rally, summoning a gust of wind with a flick of your wrist that sent a charging group of Venatori hurtling over the bridge to their deaths.

Suddenly, you hear an ear-piercing shriek from behind. You turn around just in time to see the reddish blur of a Shadow appearing behind a nearby Inquisition soldier, stabbing him through the chest before vanishing without a trace as the gurgling man falls dead on the ground.

You spin in place, readying a bolt in your hand as you anxiously await the Shadow's next move when it suddenly lunges from your blindside, knocking you to the ground as it raises its claws to spear your throat. Just when **** feels most imminent, the Shadow lets out a howl of pain before slumping over dead at your side to reveal the flurry of arrows embedded in its back.

"Eat it, ya arse-faced shitebiscuit!" a familiar voice shouts as you swiftly leap to your feet again. You turn and look up to see your savior is none other than your favorite carpet-muncher Sera, perched atop one of the floating pieces of Skyhold's ramparts with her trusty longbow in hand.

With one hard-fought push, you repel Corypheus's remaining forces and reach Skyhold's gates. Your flank more or less secure, Vivienne is finally able to release her barrier before collapsing into your waiting arms. Taking a lyrium potion from your tunic, you chug the blue-tinted drink in one greedy gulp before pulling the exhausted mage in for a lyrium-laced kiss.

"Fine work, Madam de Fer," you whisper softly. "Now, why don't you gag on this fat cock?"

"Darling, please..." she offers exasperatedly, pushing you away. "This is hardly the time."

You step back with a faint smirk, the mage's admittedly tepid response an encouraging sign that some semblance of the Throne's influence over Skyhold was still intact for the time being.

Despite the now clear path toward Corypheus, your attention turns back to the battle below.

As you feared, the Red Templar reinforcements have completely overrun Cassandra's position. High atop the bridge and well out of reach of your dwindling powers, you are **** to watch helplessly as your troops are surrounded by the hordes of encroaching Templars. The Seeker continues to fight valiantly, even as her last remaining allies are slain one by one around her until she alone is left standing in the center of a sea of blighted monsters.

"Cassandra!" you shout powerlessly, faced with the reality of watching your companion die.

"We must keep moving!" Leliana urges you, arriving from your rear flank with Scout Harding who goes to work helping the wounded. "Corypheus must not be allowed to finish his ritual!"

Staring **** in the face, Cassandra draws a deep breath and utters a final prayer to the Maker. A warped chuckle passes through the mutant horde before they suddenly drop their weapons, metal clanging as they shed the armor from their loins to reveal their lyrium-studded cocks.

Monstrous in size as well as appearance, each glowing red phallus stood painfully erect and pointed directly at Cassandra as it becomes clear the beasts had no intention of killing her.

"No! Please, anything but that..." a broken Cassandra pleads with the inhuman monstrosities, any hopes of a warrior's **** like the rest of her men dashed as the lust-driven beasts swarm, tearing the armor from her body like tissue paper. The first opportunistic Red Templar's cock slams itself deep inside her pussy, followed shortly by the second up her ass, the scream of pain in response quickly muffled by the Knight Commander's cock **** deep down her throat.

You breathe a sigh of relief seeing your companion "spared", even if she probably didn't agree.

Giving your remaining men orders to hold the bridge, you're ready to push forward to the keep.

"Leliana, you're with me." you signal to your spymaster.

"I'm coming too, darling..." Vivienne insists, the exhausted mage attempting to stand herself only to collapse back in Harding's stocky arms.

"Your barrier got us this far, Vivienne." you commend her. "Now it's up to us to finish this..."

Without warning, you pull Scout Harding's face onto your cock, giving the surprised dwarf a frenzied face-fucking as you attempt to focus what little throne magic you had left inside you while Vivienne and Leliana watch perplexed. You were definitely on borrowed time now.

"Let's go!" you growl, finally releasing the dwarf as you and Leliana race off toward the keep.