[Trespasser] Varric.

As you seek out your dwarf friend, you're directed by an elven servant to a concealed garden, just off the main courtyard.

Varric sits on a bench, clearly glad to escape the increasing bustle of the Winter Palace for a few moments. Of course, he's not alone.

A girl has her head in his lap, taking his dwarven cock almost to the base. Her white tabard and leggings lay discarded on the grass, giving you an excellent view of her pale, curvy body, especially her heart-shaped ass, which she has unknowingly thrust out in your direction.

"Inquisitor!" Varric cheers as he sees you. "It's been too long!"

"It really has." You respond. Now that you've finished walking, Calpernia remembers her training and returns her lips to your cock.

"So, do I call you Viscount Tethras now?" You asks.

"Don't even start with that shit." Varric insists. "I only took over because Kirkwall needed a leader, and no one else was even remotely interested in that much responsibility. I try not to let it change me."

Meanwhile, Varicc gripped his cocksleeve's shoulder length brunette hair and pulled her further down on his cock, making her hork. It seemed when a man came to power, some changes were inevitable.

"I won't say there aren't any positives, though." Varric admits. "I guess you can finally meet my advisor on all things magical." He continues, releasing his grip on the brunette's hair. Freed from his chunky dwarven dagger, the woman rose to a kneeling position and wiped her mouth.

You took a good, long look at her. It was a good thing Calpernia didn't get jealous, because you were taking your time ogling the mage.

She looked to be in her early thirties. You couldn't quite place it, but there was a familiarity to her pleasing facial features, and to a lesser extent, the rest of her body. Her hair, her beautiful brown eyes, her frankly amazing tits.

"Inquisitor, this is Bethany Hawke, sister of the Champion. She's been a good friend of mine ever since she arrived in Kirkwall after the Blight."

So that's where she was familiar from!, you thought. You had to admit, in more **** times, you had pleasured yourself to descriptions of the younger Hawke sister's figure in Varric's Tale of the Champion book.

"Bethany?" You say. "I didn't know you were still alive. Last I heard, the Red Templars had you."

"They did." The Ferelden-born mage said tersely. "Until I managed to escape and kill them. On my own."

You can sense some irritation to Bethany's words, as she thinks back to two years ago.

You sheepishly rub your head. Perhaps you should've sent some Inquisition aid to Kirkwall after all.

"Hey, no offence, but we were busy stopping Corypheus. We couldn't afford to go sailing across the Waking Sea at a moment's notice." Varric claims.

"And what was Hawke's excuse?" Bethany wonders. "Too busy eating out Isabela and raiding villages?"

"Hey, as excuses go, that's a damn good one." Varric laughs. He recants his statement when Bethany squeezes his balls a little tighter than he found comfortably. "Hey, I was kidding, kidding!"

"So you're Varric's magical advisor?" You ask Bethany, mostly to change the subject.

"Yes, I am." Bethany replies, returning her hands to jerking Varric as she looks over her shoulder at you. "There isn't a lot to it in Kirkwall. Guard against demons and blood magic and you're basically done. But it means I get to sleep and take my meals in the Viscount's Keep, and that's something."

"There are other benefits to the arrangement, but I'll leave it to you to figure 'em out." Varric adds, as Bethany goes down on him once again.

"Heh. I had an arcane advisor once." You note. "Of course, she disappeared to Maker-knows-where."

"Then what does that make the Tevinter sucking your cock?" Bethany comes up to ask.

"Her?" You say, giving one of Calpernia's buns a playful tug. You supposed Calpernia could technically advise you on magic in theory, but you disliked taking advice from those with less power than you, and after Corypheus' fatal failed ritual, you imagined there were dwarves out there with more magical power than Calpernia.

"Oh, she's just my handmaiden." You smile, stroking the blonde's hair as she dutifully deepthroats your cock.

You had to admit. Even though you were attached (literally at the moment) to Calpernia, Varric had found himself a blowjob slut to be envious of. Perhaps it was time you once again exercised your power, to borrow or steal the younger Hawke for yourself?