Josephine

Sighing, you pull Morrigan's head from your lap.

"I want you to go and rouse the Lady Ambassador." You tell her. "Send her to me."

Morrigan nods, her lips slick with your pre-cum and heads for the door.

"And what of me?" Morrigan asks.

"Once you've informed Josephine of my request, go to the Herald's Rest. Entertain any Bull's Chargers you find." You smirk. You often loan Morrigan out. Varric credits some of his best chapters to Morrigan's head beneath his writing desk, and you know Solas enjoys facefucking one of Skyhold's other magical experts.

The Bull's Chargers were a valuable asset to the Inquisition, and you liked to make sure they were kept... satisfied. Sometimes coin wasn't enough to make people truly happy.

"Of course, Inquisitor. I live to please." Morrigan says stiffly, before shutting the door. A little loudly, you might add.

You doze in bed while you wait for Ambassador Montilyet, your great belly rising and falling under the covers.

-

You find yourself the only survivor of a shipwreck. Clinging to driftwood, you ride the tides through the night until you wash up on a small island. The burning sand feels so good against your face as you crawl ashore. As you regather your strength, you hear low, feminine voices whispering in a foreign tongue. You hear a bowstring draw back. You turn, and get only a glimpse of horns...

-

"Herald?" Your bedroom door was ever so slightly ajar. Josie stood there, candle in hand, looking in.

"I'm awake..." You groan stretching in bed.

"You seemed quite asleep before. I can go if you want, I've heard of the trouble you have sleeping..." Josephine says.

"No, just come in." You bid your ambassador. She does as you request, closing the door behind her and setting the candle on your bedside table. Josie's swarthy skin is illuminated by the flickering light. She looks so good...

"I pray I haven't distracted you from anything important, Lady Montilyet." You say. You hope she was alone. Having Morrigan pull her out of bed to come share yours would be a real dick move.

"Of course not. I was simply finishing up on some reading. Very dry stuff." Josephine assuaged."Now, what do you require of me, Inquisitor?" the Lady Ambassador asks. You simply tug down the covers, revealing your rapidly hardening cock.

"Ah, of course." Josephine says matter-of-factly.

Josie gracefully kneels, and bows her head to service you. But you wave a hand at her.

"Not yet." You order her. "Undress first" Josephine's always garbed in those elegant works of Antivan fashion. For once, you want to see her without a stitch of clothing on her body.

"Very well." Josephine acquiesces, rising and unclasping her gown. The blue and gold silks fall to her feet, and she steps out of them. She takes a moment to set her jewels down with care on the table.

Your eyes roam up the raven-haired Antivan's naked body, from her beautiful face, her firm bust down to her long, shapely legs and gorgeous bare feet.

Josie looked fit to be the bride of the Maker himself. Blackwall was one lucky fucker. You had no idea how it had happened, maybe Josephine was into older men, but the pair had been openly courting for a month or so now.

You instruct Josephine to sit on your chest. Of course she obliges. Your bodies are quite the contrast. The perfect, feminine slenderness of Lady Montilyet's nude form against your slobby, fat and hairy body.

Your hands explore Josephine as she stoops and begins to service your cock. Gliding down her smooth back, you trace the womanly contours of her hips, she'd make a good mother...

And a good wife, if the way she works your prick is any indicator. You're impressed with how much of your monster Josie can take, how quickly her tongue flits across it's sensitive skin, the way she strokes and fondles your balls.

Your hands travel down the Antivan's legs, you want to touch her all over. Reaching Josie's soft, pampered feet, you interlock your fat, sausage-like fingers with her dainty toes. As she deepthroats your cock, you give her feet an appreciative squeeze.

Josie doesn't let up, and before long, you feel yourself nearing release. It's going to be a big one, the way you've been treated. Reaching up, you tap her on the back. The Antivan cocksucker finally comes up for air.

"What is it, Inquisitor?" She asks, looking sultrily over her shoulder at you. "Are you... unsatisfied?" There's a hint of satisfaction in her tone. She knows she's got skills.

"Maker, no!" You gasp. You wager even Dorian would find no fault with the oral services Josie's just rendered. "I just want to... finish with you in a different way."

She nods her agreement and dismounts you. Heaving yourself out of bed, you reposition Josephine onto her hands and knees, her hind quarters raised and exposed for you.

As she waits obediently for you to start fucking her, you stare at her nethers. Josie's cunt is so enticing. Wet and warm, you can imagine just how good it would feel to be inside her.

But you're feeling uncharacteristically considerate. Josie is a young, fertile woman, and your seed is strong. If you came inside her, there's a good chance she'd get pregnant. An illegitimate mage-blooded child would destroy Josie's political career, and probably her relationship. Blackwall deserved to be able to sire little Wardens with her one day.

Instead, you "settle" for her ass. Teasing her asshole with the head of your prick, Josie lets out a little gasp. She's gagging for this.

Parting her gorgeous cheeks, you begin slowly plunging into her ass. When you've gone as far as you can, you pause for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of being inside Josephine, the tightness of her body against your dick.

And then, holding onto her hips for support, you begin fucking the ambassador's ass. You pull her close as you hump, adoring the feeling of her silky smooth skin against your fat body.

You really go to town, pistoning in and out of Josie's gorgeous hole. You're like a mabari in heat, everything else dissolves away. Skyhold, the Inquisition, Thedas itself, right now the whole of creation begins and ends with the two of you.

Before too long, you feel yourself building up to a spectacular climax. You decide to go for broke, seizing Josephine and pounding away at her body with renewed vigour. Your heart thunders in your chest as you hilt yourself in the Antivan and explode. With a pleasured grunt, you erupt, shooting your load into the Lady Montilyet's bowels.

"That was incredible." You breathe, flopping back into bed.

"You weren't so bad yourself, Herald." Josephine pants.

You lay there, eyes fluttering open and closed as you watch Josephine dress, her well-fucked asshole once-again disappearing beneath her elegant gown.

"Sweet dreams, Inquisitor." Josephine whispers, planting a slightly sticky kiss on your cheek as sleep finally takes you.

-

You're back on the island. After a time, the horned women lower their guards. They are the very rarely seen female Qunari. The pair of them are statuesque beauties of a bronzed complexion, with muscled yet feminine bodies, and the customary pair of horns.

They tend to your injuries, rubbing you with healing lotions, letting you drink from their wineskins, kissing your body. Before long, the two tall women are all over you, one horned seductress sucking your cock, the other writhing on your face.

Your hips buck in ecstacy. If not for the qunari pussy grinding against your lips, you'd cry out in pleasure. Instead, you grab the Kossith sucking your dick by the horns, gripping them, using them as a handle to delve further into her mouth.

-

"Inquisitor? It's time." Leliana's voice jolts you from your pleasant dream. You wake with a disappointed groan, a hand wrapped around your cock, already hard again and leaking pre-cum.

"Maker's breath, woman! Did you have to disturb me just now? I was having the most wonderful dream!" You bitterly complain.

"My apologies, ser." Leliana says. Grumbling, you get out of bed. You forgo putting a shirt on. The nude walk through Skyhold's courtyard will be energisingly brisk. If you get cold on the journey, you're sure Leliana can provide your cloak, like a doting mother.

"I trust you enjoyed yourself last night?" Leliana asked, as you descend the stairs together.

"How did you know about that?" You ask, giving Leliana a confused look.

"My dear Inquisitor, I think you forget what I'm employed to do here" Leliana says with a crafty smile. Of course. In fact, one of the Nightingale's chief duties was ensuring no harm came to you.

"Lady Montilyet is a wonderful lover, is she not?" Leliana asks just before you enter the main hall. Ha, you knew it!

"I could stand to hear some of the details about you and her." You tell Leliana.

"We have a long trip ahead of us, my lord. I'm sure they'll be time for a full retelling. I'm a very good storyteller, you know." Leliana winked.

"I look forward to it." You smile, pulling her in for a kiss. Your erect cock brushes against her leathers as you kiss the ginger spymaster. You eventually break apart, and Leliana departs to make final preparations on the caravan. You're now rather looking forward to this cross-country jaunt.

Josephine and Blackwall are in the main hall. The Warden has a loving arm around his beau. You wonder if he knows what the two of you were doing scant hours ago.

They're joined by the Iron Bull. The Qunari mercenary lights up when he sees you.

"Boss!" He says in delight, the floor rumbling as the horned giant strides towards you. "Hey there. I heard you were going away, and I couldn't let you go without saying thanks on behalf of the Chargers for that gift you sent us last night."

"No problem, Bull. Where is she, anyway?" You ask.

"The Witch of the Wilds? Uh, last time I saw her, her face was somewhere under Dalish's pussy." Bull chuckles.

"You know, I had a dream about your lot last night." You tell Bull. "The Qunari."

"I'm flattered, Boss." Bull flirts.

"Not you! I dreamed of being shipwrecked on an island with two female Qunari. It was a good dream." You say.

"I bet. Of course, any Qunari worth their salt would just eat the lone human in that scenario." Bull says, you aren't entirely sure if he's joking.

"I can't believe I've never fucked one of your kind." You idly muse.

"It could be arranged." The musclebound Qunari smirks.

"Only in your dreams, Bull." You tell him.

"Wasn't talking about me, Boss. I may not be able to swing any genuine Qunari women, but I know a Tal-Vashoth lady of the night or two who'd just love to visit Skyhold." Iron Bull explains.

The very thought of it has your cock stiffening.

"I can tell you're a fan of the idea." Bull smiles. "Tell you what, I'll set it up for when you get back from the Free Marches." He says.

"You're the man, Bull." You grin. If you weren't already sufficiently motivated to save Bethany Hawke and get her back to Skyhold, you were now.

"You scratch my back, I set you up to have yours scratched by the horns of hot Tal-Vashoth babes, boss." Bull replies.

Spotting the Blowjob Throne behind your friend's back, an idea forms in your mind.

"Speaking of which, seeing as how I'm going away, do you wanna borrow my throne?" You ask. Bull stares at you, an incredulous look in his eye.

"Are you serious?" The giant of a man asks.

"Not like I can bring it across the Waking Sea with me. Plus I can't think of anyone else better to guard it in my stead." You smile.

Letting out a strange noise of pure delight, the Iron Bull seizes you, pulling you into a tight bearhug.

"YOU are a good friend, Inquisitor!" Bull exclaims giddily, spinning you around.

Bull eventually sets you down, happily regarding the Throne.

"I didn't think you were the sharing type, Inquisitor. I mean, who WOULD share something like this?" He asks. "Can I move it to the inn? Just while you're gone?"

"Do whatever you want, Bull. So long as you don't get any ideas about keeping it when I return." You warn him.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Boss." Bull says. As hedonistic and lusty as the man is, you actually believe him. The two of you have become close since he joined up. Shared interests and all that.

"Can I try it out now? I'm gonna try it out now!" Bull says,shedding his pants and making for the Blowjob Throne. With a wave of your hand, you play with the Throne's magic, linking it to Bull's energy, granting him the same powers it grants you.

"Hey, Ambassador Montilyet." Bull growls. "Why don't you come over here and begin a diplomatic engagement... with my dick?"

Josephine obliges, extricating herself from her paramour's embrace to service Bull's prick. The Qunari smiles and gasps, sitting back into the throne.

"This. Is. Incredible." Bull states. "Jump in if you want, Inquisitor, there's plenty of Josephine to go around!"

The way Josie's stooping to work on the Iron Bull's massive cock, her rear is pointed right at you. It would be so easy to just push up her skirt and start fucking her again...