It wasn't a dream, time to learn!

You shift, blinking into the waking world, and feel two warm arms draped over your chest, one on each side.

Opening your eyes, you find both Sera and Jane asleep and nuzzling up against you. Jane's hood is off, and you notice that her hair is red. It's quite short, about Cassandra's hair length, and slightly darker than Leliana's hair color.

Some part of you is ecstatic that none of this was a dream.

Guess Swift-Arrow curled up with you at some time during the night, but you certainly aren't complaining.

This has been one of the few times in a while you've woken up without a blowjob, usually you're a heavy enough sleeper that the girl or girls you're with almost always wake up before you.

You slowly and cautiously slide your arms under their sides, pulling them a little closer to you so that Sera and Jane's nipples were brushing against your upper torso. You feel their warm, slow breathes on your shoulders, and you relax, enjoying feeling them against your body.

Sera's hand was on your upper chest, laying on your collar bone. Jane's hand was lower, on your lower stomach, right above your cock.

Since your arms were currently occupied underneath the two sleeping women, you glance over at Jane's face for a moment, then focus on her hand.

Shifting it slightly with basic staffless telekinetic magic, you feel it move slightly downward, her pinky now touching your erect cock, powered by Morning Wood.

You check her again, and then move it down slightly more.

Her hand shifts, and her first four fingers pass over your cock, now nestled in the space between her thumb and pointer finger.

Jane mumbles something in her sleep, and her hand shifts, gripping your cock. It jerks slightly in her hand, and she pushes back against it. You wonder if she's holding a sword in her dream. She isn't jerking you off, she's just gripping it.

You look over at Sera, and repeat. Move her hand down an inch, then stop and check her eyes. You do this a few more times until her hand is resting on your cock, her palm pressed against Jane's fingers. You magically lift her fingers over Jane's, and she grips the rest of your shaft like Jane did.

She's probably holding a bow in her dreams now.

You feel them stirring at the contact, and you quickly close your eyes.

You feel them shift, and their breath changes, indicating they are awake.

Sera's breath disappears from your shoulder first, then her nipples move away from your chest. Jane then does the same, but their hands are not removed from your shaft.

You feel the bed shift, and then silence for a second... then you hear kissing.

You decide to peek, and see Jane and Sera kissing over your 'sleeping' body, their hands still gripping your cock. The physical contrast between the lithe, 5'2 Sera and the amazonian, 6'1 Jane is almost funny.

Sera's eye was watching you, and saw you open yours. "Ah-Ha!" She exclaimed, breaking the kiss but not her hold on your cock.

"Knew it! He's awake!"

"Did our hands naturally grab your cock, Inquisitor, or did you move them?" Jane asked.

"Moved them with magic, wanted to see if i could do it without waking you guys up, guess not. Now that you're awake, how about you help me with that?" You admit, gesturing to your cock in their hands.

Sera grinned, and climbed on top of you, her lithe body laying on your chest, her ass now a foot from your face. She presses her face into your cock, and her tongue starts running up and down your shaft.

Jane moves so she's between your legs, and licks the other side of your shaft, their tongues occasionally meeting for a kiss, your cock sandwiched between their mouths.

You close your eyes and relax, deciding to stay in bed for just a bit longer.

On your way to your ‘spa day’ with Vivienne, you get the oddest feeling of absence. Like there was a presence alongside you that is gone now. You realize that you've felt this way ever since you woke up, and it's almost as if there was a second You along for the ride, watching through your eyes, but they've left now, and it's just you, alone.

For a brief second, you contemplate, and can't help but feel sorry for that version of you, wherever he is; You just know that it's a darker, crueler world than the one you inhabit.

Then you shrug, and keep heading over to the spa.

Vivienne set up a spa day for you, and she introduced a magical ointment that she and Dorian developed. It both dulls pain and blocks the flow of magic for up to an hour. You make plans to give a bottle to Bull; maybe he can use it as lubricant so he doesn't end up psychologically scarring the women he fucks.

After applying it to your hand, and getting comfortable and set up with your cheese wheels and shit. As you relax on the sofa, Vivienne expertly sucks your cock, and you close your eyes (Not that it matters, you got cheese wheels on your face!), and enjoy the dusky woman's ministrations.

You sit like this for a little over an hour, in the meantime you cum down Vivienne's throat four times, get a nice neck massage, and Vivienne reapplies the ointment to your hand before getting back to your cock, and then you hear a commotion around you. It sounds like feet scampering around, and some shuffling.

Then you start to hear some very muffled and faint grunting, and some wet squelching sounds.

On a hunch, you hold up a closed fist, and a few seconds later another fist bumps against yours, and you grin as you listen to Sera continue fucking the shit out of several gagged and tied up spa attendants with her strap-on.

You lay back and listen to the sounds, enjoying the wet cock sleeve that is Vivienne's throat. After about fifteen minutes of listening to Sera switch back and forth between Maker knows how many attendants, you hear her stop; and then you feel two warm hands on your shoulders.

"Havin' fun luv?" You hear her whisper in your ear as she proceeds to give you a shoulder and neck massage.

It's clear she has no idea what she's doing, but it feels kinda nice.

You nod your head, not wanting to alert Vivienne to Sera's presence. You motion to Vivienne, still focused on your cock, and cock an eyebrow, not knowing if Sera can see your face.

"Nah.. I think my toy'd just push that stick in even deeper." She whispers.

You struggle not to burst out laughing. When you make sure you won't break the stealth here, you whisper back discreetly "I'll make sure to paint her for you"

You feel her squeeze your shoulders, and a second later she presses her lips to your cheek (Well, more like your temple) in a quick kiss, then she and her hands are gone. You can't even hear her footsteps, sneaky little elf.

An hour later, After coating Vivienne's dark face in bright white cum (which you ordered her not to clean off), she left to meet up with the others so they would be briefed on new information, the next actions we're going to take, and then they're going to get suited up and meet you at the Elvuian.

You were walking there with Jane, who was informing you of all the discoveries and progress made in the Crossroads. They finally figured out how to ignite the remaining gaatlok without the primers, and discovered a large trove of golden coins in the elven ruins, as well as quite a few well-made weapons. In the Deep Roads, they uncovered another Eluvian that lead to an odd ritual area that, shockingly, contained a mural depicting a Titan that the Elves found, and apparently killed.

No wonder the Deep Roads mine seemed so familiar, it was the corpse of a Titan. You have to wonder if something the Elves were doing woke the Titans, and them killing the Titans caused the dwarves to 'Fall', as Valta said.

They also found quite a few notes that you had missed, some of them describing the agent of Fen'Harel. You're more and more convinced that is lone agent is actually Fen'Harel himself. No mage, even one with Ancient Elven secrets, could do that much damage alone without the power afforded to beings like Mythal.

Arriving at the Eluvian, you wrapped you arms around Jane and buried your face in her large bosom while you waited.

The others arrived a few minutes later, and you reluctantly parted with the Avvar's soft cleavage.

You chose Bull, Sera, Cassandra, and Cole for this mission. You brought more along this time because if you actually have to fight the Viddasala, you might as well bring quite a few. There's still a high chance this isn't her final operation, so you're not risking everyone.

"The.. the Fade... fuck, fuck shit not good!" Sera said, cursing at the sight of the floating buildings.

Ugh, you start to prepare a spell or some magic to calm her down, when her next words stop you.

"But... but you're here!" She says, grabbing onto your arm and squeezing close to you, your hind arm nestled in her cleavage. "You're here..." She sighs, relieved.

YOU just being here calms her down?? Really?!? Love is weird...

"Eat it Fade! He makes it fine!" She shouts at the green world around you.

Cassandra stepped closer. "You DO realize there is nothing that could possibly be in here that you haven't already killed a dozen of, posed their bodies in disrespectful ways, and stolen their smallclothes to wear on your head?"

Sera lets out a laugh. "Ha! That.. that helps a lot actually! Huh!" She says, grinning.

"So... Fen'Harel... CREATED the Veil???"

"That's... but the Veil's always been there, yeah?"

"It would explain why so many Elves had magic, and why powerful mages were able to pose as 'Gods'" You say. "It could even explain their 'Immortality'"

"We must have been ass deep in demons before then" Bull said.

After activating all the magic steps and defeating a shit-load of Qunari and demons, you and your squad take a break at the Broken Tower.

Cole is balls deep in a near-catatonic Qunari Agent, her light wicker armor shaking with each thrust,

Bull, on the other hand, is very deep inside of the rectum of a very, very awake Assassin. Maker, You actually had to cast a spell to silence her screaming, it was giving you a headache.

You sent back two other agents, but in addition to these two, that's only four Qunari this far. Maybe the Viddasala is getting wise, and is pulling her female units further back? If that's true, then this is definitely not her main base.

You, in the meantime, are sitting on the floor, leaning against a stone pillar, with Cass dutifully and eagerly deepthroating your cock. Sera is behind her with a strap-on cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. She's running one hand through Cass's short, black hair, and the other is smacking the Seeker's ass.

As you feel Cassandra shudder and see her eyes roll back in an orgasm, You hold up your hand, and Sera quickly high-fives it.

Just because Sera's your beloved fucktoy/wife, doesn't mean she can't also be your best friend/wing-man! It's not like the two are mutually exclusive, or something!

"Inky!!! Answer me you fucking-!" You heard Sera yelling at you, she sounds close to tears.

"I'm... i'm fine.. the pains stopped..."

"Inquisitor, we must look at your hand." Cassandra said.

"I'm fine, there's too much to do."

"It's getting worse.." Sera said, and the despair and sorrow in her voice actually made your heart twinge. "You need to.. not get worse.. please?"

Despite everything, you let out a chuckle. "I'll try, Sera."

Her worried look didn't go away, but she didn't press the issue, and you continued forward.

You stepped through the mirror and found yourself on the upside down island, a full unit of Qunari warriors in front of you.

On a ledge nearby, flanked by two Saarebas, was an imposing-looking Qunari woman.

She had roughly the same armor as the Ben-Hassrath Assassin's, an armor plate on her chest, exposing her navel, with red ropes adorning her armor and reinforced leather breeches, bracers, and boots. She had large red pauldron with a... book tied to it? weird.

She looked a bit older than the Qunari you converted, those ones being in their mid to late twenties. The Viddasala looks like she's in her late thirties, maybe even early forties.

Despite that, she looked quite fit, and by no means unattractive.

You glance at the two Saarebas flanking her. One was massive, even taller than Bull, and looking powerful with a large metal helmet that obscured his face.

The other one was female, and had no helmet. You actually recognized her; Hissera, she worked for you as a warrior on loan from the Qun. You weren't aware that she had gone back into service for the Qun already. She was very young, only 18 when she joined the Inquisition two and a half years ago. You recall her being an extremely gifted battle mage. If she wasn't so invaluable for front-line missions and operations, you'd have had in her your personal party.

"Leader of the Inquisition, Herald of Change, 'Hero' of the South." The Viddasala said, practically spitting the word hero.

"The Viddasala, i presume" You said, eyeing her up.

Sera giggled. "Wow..."

"After fulfilling your purpose with both the Breach and Corypheus, I am nothing less than appalled to hear and see that you walk free among your people. We left you and yours to curb your magic, but now it is clear that you powers have overtaken them. How many of my sisters have you enslaved, 'Hero'? How many proud Qunari are now mindlessly serving a Basra, like Qalaba?!?"

Shit.

"It's not too late to put our weapons down and talk." You say, sending out some magic from the Throne, trying to subtly take control of her, or at least put in a foothold.

"Talk?!? You cannot be so blind, I know that you use foul magic to bend and twist others to your will. This chaos in the south defies comprehension. Your very existence proves that the Qun should have stepped in long ago." She said, growling. She doesn't seem to feel that you're placing a tiny foothold in her mind. You can't take hold of her now, not with those Saarebas blocking you, but you've got something.

"So, in order to get rid of my magic, your plan is mass slaughter?!? Of people who are, in your eyes, nothing more than victims??"

"We decided this long ago. When the Qun first saw the breach, the destruction magic can cause, we decided our actions. We would remove your leaders, and spare those who serve and toil."

You couldn't push any more magic into her... but maybe Hissera? She's bound to have SOMETHING from her time with the Inquisition in there. You reached out while the Viddasala was talking, and you snuck more magic into her brain.

You felt a tiny foothold in there, and built on it.

Hissera cocked her head, looking at the Viddasala, then you. She shook her head, obviously feeling some influence.

"-Lives that were to be spared, Lost because of him! Kill this Basra, and follow me to the Daarvarad." She said, turning and leaving.

Hissera looked back at her as she left, then looked at you, and seemed to hesitate following the Viddasala for a few seconds, then left.

Aaaand now you have a dozen pissed off Qunari charging at you. Wonderful.

It took almost fifteen minutes of brutal fighting, with Bull getting his shoulder dislocated and Cole getting smacked across the room, but the soldiers all went down.

Well, you have a strong foothold now. Next time you run into Hissera, she'll be yours for sure.

"Dammit... Well, we're getting close. We know where she's going now, and we know how to get there."

"Did you manage to hit her with the throne?" Bull asks.

"No, those mages she had with her are blocking all of my attempts. I think i might be able to do something with the female one, but that's not a guarantee."

"Well, we disrupted their operations here, and gained some more knowledge. Shall we head back to the Palace, Inquisitor?" Cassandra asks, sheathing her sword after cleaning all the Qunari blood off it.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WE'RE THE FUCKING LEAK!?!?"

Leliana, to her credit, didn't flinch. High-yield explosives being found in every noble house and castle from here to Tevinter is one thing,

But the fact that the Inquisition was responsible for placing them? That's another entirely.

You take a deep breath, exhale, and start over.

"How did it happen?"

"The elven servant handling the wine has confessed to working for the Qunari, and we suspect a number of other servants did as well. The barrels, on the other hand, arrived through our supply manifests." Leliana explains

"Several of the Inquisitions elven workers are missing as well, all of them having fled Kirkwall during the crisis there. We suspect they converted to the Qun first, then were sent out." Josephine finished.

This week just keeps getting worse and worse.

And then... it got worse again.

Pain shoots up your arm as the room is lit up green, and you quickly pass out as the mark flares worse than it ever has before.

You wake up a minute later with Leliana's tongue in your mouth, obviously preforming some CPR. You reciprocate for a minute, exploring the redhead Divine's holy mouth, then she pulls away, concern as clear on her face as the saliva around her lips. It's probably yours.

She helps you up and into a chair, and they all look at you expectantly.

"So... yeah this thing is... getting worse. It's probably going to kill me so..."

You take a deep breath, and exhale.

"I know i haven't been the best... leader.. but if i'm going to die, i might as well get rid of... one last threat."

"Can you guys... not tell the others? At least, not until we gather for the final **** on the Daarvarad tomorrow. I'm going to use the ointment to slow this down, but we should probably head out at dawn."

They all nod, but they still look worried and somber.

You get up, and leave the room.