Head to bed.

After climbing what feels like the hundredth flight of stairs, you reach your quarters. You really need to ask the dwarves about having one of those Deep Roads elevators installed into Skyhold.

Pushing opening the reinforced doors, you enter your chambers. The room is dark, save for the dwindling fireplace casting faint shadows across the room. Taking a moment to catch a breath, you enjoy the last gulps of expensive Antivan wine before pitching the bottle off the balcony.

Turning to Morrigan, you find your pet witch sleeping soundly at the foot of your ornate bed, freshly bathed with her raven hair let down. Crawling into bed with her, you effortlessly slide your flaccid cock into the snoring mage’s mouth before gently drifting off to sleep yourself.

You awaken early the next morning to the chirping of birds. Giving a groggy yawn and stretch, you peer down to see Morrigan still suckling upon your morning wood in the midst of slumber. Admiring the sight of the snarky mage’s lips around your prick, you pet her hair affectionately as she continues to subconsciously pleasure you, cooing around your cock at the attention.

"Dedicated, isn't she?" a familiar voice offers with a whisper. You lift your gaze to see Leliana standing at the top of the stairs watching the two of you intently. The redheaded spymaster's delicate lips curl upwards at the sight of your cocksleeve sucking your engorged member.

"Indeed,” you groan, patting the side of the bed. “I wonder, what could she be dreaming of?"

"Most likely the Hero of Ferelden.” Leliana gossips, taking a seat next to you on the bed as you slide your free hand beneath her tunic to grope her breasts. "She was always his loyal bitch..."

“Is that so?” you ask curiously, nearly forgetting both these women traveled with the Hero.

“Oh yes, Inquisitor." the spymaster reminisces as you fondle her tits. "Our entire camp could hear her moaning like a Hurlock on the night she and Warden shared his tent together..."

“Is that a hint of jealousy I'm hearing?” you smirk, sensing a subtle bitterness in her tone.

"Yes, it's true..." Leliana sighs. "There was a time when I thought the Warden had eyes for me," she speaks dolefully before peering back to the slumbering witch. "Until she stole him away."

"Well if you wanted a little payback." you offer, giving her nipple a pinch. "She's right here..."

Leliana turns to you, eyes full of mischief. A devilish smirk spreads across the spymaster's lips as she begins to coil her fingers through Morrigan's raven hair. Suddenly, with one hard push, she forces the witch's head down to the base of your shaft.

Morrigan's amber eyes fly wide open in surprise as your cock invades her unsuspecting throat, sending her into an almost instantaneous gagging fit. Holding the witch's head firmly in place, the spymaster savors the sight of her former rival **** upon your impressive girth.

"Don't let her haughty attitude fool you," the redhead leans in to whisper, her hot breath dancing in your ear as she speaks. "Your magical advisor has always been a filthy whore..."

Bluntly, Leliana begins to guide Morrigan's head up and down on your lap, the rhythmic gags continuing to fill your chambers as the bard works through her years of pent-up resentment.

"I still remember the night we marched on Denerim," she recalls. "I visited the forward camps, hoping to offer a song of hope to lift the soldier's spirits ahead of the battle with the Darkspawn but when I arrived, I found our swamp witch raising the men's morale her own special way..."

Morrigan's entire body begins to shudder as she chokes on your cock. Her tongue desperately flails against your balls, eagerly trying to make you cum before she suffocates on your shaft.

"I watched the Warden from Orlais take her from behind," she recalls. "She ranted and raved about his tainted seed. When her moaning grew too loud, one of the soldiers stepped forward and shoved his dirty cock right down her throat. Before I knew it, there was a line stretching from the camps to the barns waiting to use her. And your pet witch took them all, Inquisitor..."

"All of them?" you croak.

"All of them." Leliana nods. "By the end, even the Hero's trusty Mabari tried to mount her..."

An awkward chuckle escapes your dry throat as you grit your teeth. "But h-he didn't, right?"

"Of course not, Inquisitor." Leliana winks. "I would never let that happen to my dear friend."

You watch Morrigan's eyes bulge and her face begins to turn purple. You almost feel compelled to put a stop to Leliana's actions but you can't bring yourself to object as the witch's spasming throat desperately milks your cock, drawing you closer to an almost earth-shattering orgasm as the spymaster pulls you into a ragged, **** kiss, shoving her tongue into your mouth.

Maybe it was the Throne's influence or her time as a bard but sensing you were at your limit, Leliana grips the witch's hair tight and pushes her head to the hilt of your cock one final time.

You feel your muscles tense as you soon begin to cum down Morrigan's throat. Wave after wave of your foul cum flies straight into the witch's stomach. The **** of your morning load proves too much for the slut as a portion of her pearly white breakfast shoots from both her nostrils.

Just when Morrigan looks as though she might pass out, Leliana releases her grip and lets the witch collapses across the bed. The spymaster leans down, wrapping her lips around the head of your prick as she slowly strokes you, wringing the last lingering drops of cum for herself.

Satisfied she emptied your sack, Leliana lifts her mouth off your cock and opens wide to show her mouth half-filled with your thick seed. Closing her eyes, the spymaster savors your taste, swishing your spunk in her mouth like a fine wine before swallowing it with a satisfying gulp.

"Thank you, Inquisitor," Leliana says, straightening her tunic. "That was quite...therapeutic."

"You're telling me..." you smirk, feeling a bit light-headed as Leliana rises from the bed and heads for the door. She takes one last look at the sputtering witch before blowing you a kiss.

"Oh," Leliana turns, nearly forgetting the purpose of her visit. "Your carriage is waiting..."