Have some illusion-based sex with Dorian.

"You want to fuck, Dorian?" You ask. "Well, I could show you a pretty good time." You say, leaving out your real intentions. This arrogant little prick thinks he can fuck your woman without permission? He is in need of education.

"I'm flattered, Inquisitor, but I didn't think you- ah!-" Dorian gasps, still hilted in Morrigan's rear end. "-Didn't think you went in for gents."

"I don't." You say. Pulling Morrigan out of the Tevinter's clutches, on the edge and **** for more, you turn to the swamp witch.

"Why don't you and I have some fun with illusions, Morrigan?" You ask. "Let's see if Dorian can fool me."

"Certainly, Inquisitor." The southern Ferelden nomad smiles. The spell takes but a second to cast on you, and the effects are instantaneous.

Before your eyes, Dorian morphs into a sultry and voluptuous Tevinter beauty. The skintone and hair are the same, it looking a little tomboyish on the new Dorian. Even the facial structure is similar. It's as if Dorian's busty, randy sister is lying in your bed. Thankfully, the moustache is nowhere to be seen.

"Dorian, you're looking good." You say, removing your shirt and shoes before joining Dorian on the bed.

"Why, thank you, Inquisitor. So good of you to finally notice." She says. In your mind, Dorian is as much a woman as Morrigan now. You wonder how long the witch of the wilds could keep this visually pleasing illusion up.

Even the voice is similar. More feminine, but the upper-class Tevinter, the witty, sarcastic tone, it's all still there.

You stroke the necromancer's face as you draw closer on your knees.

"Just give the word and I'm bent over this bed." She insists.

"Not just yet, Dorian." You say, coming to a stop right before the reclining mage's face. "You're gonna take care of me first." You say, brandishing your cock at her mouth.

"The Herald of Andraste in bed with a Vint. What will they say?" Dorian says in mock despair, before bringing her mouth down.

She's good. Really good. It's not surprising Dorian knows exactly what a cock wants. With her head cock slightly to the side to adjust for your belly, the skilled Tevinter gets to work, orally teasing you with her skilled tongue and lips.

As you take her head, pulling it closer to your crotch, you notice Morrigan over her shoulder, enraptured, drinking in the events.

"You're not bad, Pavus." You breathe. "Plenty of experience, huh?" You ask, stroking her short black hair.

Dorian nods, but she doesn't break the seal of her lips around your cock. Not for air, and not for a witty comment. Right now, the shapely Magister is simply too engrossed with your cock.

Eventually, she finds her knees at the foot of the bed. While Dorian kneels there, your fingers reach down, finding the collar of her robe. With practiced skill from your years at the Circle, you have it open and around Dorian's waist in seconds.

Lying back, Dorian leans forward to continue sucking you. As she does, you eye up her tits. Generous helpings of gorgeous, light-chocolate coloured flesh. Both of them capped with a dark brown nipple that's begging to be manipulated.

It really is a testament to Morrigan's mastery of illusion magic. You can actually feel yourself drooling for those tits.

Pulling out of Dorian's mouth with a loud pop, you give her just a second to catch a breath. Your hand finds her chin, scooping up all the pre-cum splattered on the lady's features. You put your three fingers to Dorian's lips, and she quickly begins sucking them clean.

Pulling the well-built mage up, you sit her down on your lap. Overrun with lust, you start kissing her chest, fondling and sucking her tits. They feel as real and glorious as any pair you've ever had the good fortune to grope.

Your kisses trail down her body, down her flat stomach until your kissing her belly button. You're about to go lower, to taste her cunt, before you regain your grasp on reality and think better of it.

Straightening your body up, you passionately kiss her for a few seconds, before your lips part.

You can see a glint in her eyes. She's panting. Her lips are full. Dorian's said nothing yet, but she may as well be begging for you to flip her over and sodomize her arse.

Never let it be said the Inquisitor denied his followers. Ushering the mage off your lap, you bend her over your bed and prepare to enter

"Tell me you want this." You smile, teasing Dorian's outstanding backside with your cock.

"Yes... I want this..." Dorian gasps. There's no sarcasm now, no cutting wit. Just a Tevinter eager for cock, breathily pleading for it. And one Inquisitor ready, willing and able to give them what they want.

You tease yourself inside Dorian's tight rear passage. You feel a jolt of sensual electricity as your bodies intimately join.

The swarthy-skinned Tevinter grinds against you as you begin to work your hips. Both of you are already so close to cumming, but you want to savour being inside Dorian. Her hands are splayed across the bed, supporting her fine, fuckable frame.

Your hands are all over her as you fuck. Stroking her shoulders, entering her mouth for her to sexily suck on your fingers, once again squeezing her tits.

As you feel the cum welling up and you begin to spurt inside Dorian, one of your arms is snaked around her hip, your fingers teasing her needy cunt.

You let out a satisfied roar as your pump out your load, spurting shot after shot of hot sticky cum into Dorian's hot ass, dragging her along into the throes of orgasm with you.

As you pull out your sem-hard cock, you glance over at Morrigan. The witch is openly masturbating, a hand splayed out across her cunt. You share a chuckle with Dorian. Hopefully the two of you gave her a good show.

"Get dressed." You say to Dorian, still keeping your eyes fixed on your sexslave.

"Are you sure? The night's still young. Wouldn't you like to see what Iron Bull'd look like if he was a woman? I'd personally love to see Ambassador Montilyet in a more... masculine form." Dorian's illusory female voice breathes sultrily.