Leave and retire to your cabin.

Part of you wanted to do more with the lovely couple on the bed with you. To more fully get to know Hawke and Isabela. But you were simply exhausted, what with the travel and the exquisite blowjob you'd just received.

Standing, you let Isabela's cum-slick bandana fall to the floor.

“I'll be on my way, now.” you smile at the lovely pair. “I hope you can have some fun without me.”

“I'm sure we'll manage.” Isabela says, her annoyance with you evident in her tone. “Don't let the door hit you on your way out.”

As you leave, you hear the gentle sound of women's soft lips mashing together. You're pleased that Marian will get to taste the cum you blew all over her face on her lover's breath.

Going out onto the deck, you run down the nearest cabin boy and ask to be taken to your cabin.

With some trepidation, he leads you below deck on the vast ship. You're obviously not the sort of Herald of Andraste the lad was expecting to encounter. Bloated, and coming nude from the captain's cabin.

Bowing, the young lad opens the door for you. Wearily, you enter.

Leliana was seated at the desk, penning some missives for the agents under her direct orders. She's already making herself comfortable, having removed her boots, gauntlets, hood and the chainmail outer robe she usually wore and neatly placed them in the corner.

“Hello, Inquisitor.” Leliana says, looking over her shoulder at you. “I'm surprised to see you back so soon.” She smirks.

“I decided to give Hawke and the captain some space.” You state, closing the door behind you.

Settling in, you observe your quarters for the trip. It's rather more compact than the captain's cabin, a little rectangle of a room with a desk and chair, a dresser, and a rather plain single bed. You frowned at the cot, which was quite a good deal narrower than what you were accustomed to.

Though you and Leliana obviously didn't mind sharing a bed, the lack of space could prove to be an issue. As naturally pleasant as Leliana sleeping atop you seemed, you fretted that it may become annoying after six or seven nights.

“You must be tired.” Leliana mused. You roll your eyes. Whenever the two of you were out in the field, the Spymaster made it one of her missions to ensure your every need was attended to. She claimed she was merely ensuring your survival, which was undoubtedly essential to Thedas' long-term stability, but the Orlesian's methods did run to the smothering.

“I guess so.” You say, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs splayed.

“What do you make of Captain Isabela?” Leliana asks, continuing her work.

“She's a talented cocksucker.” You smirk, telling your advisor the first thing that springs to mind.
“I'm not sure she likes me very much.”

“Do you think she'll join the Inquisition along with Hawke?” Leliana asks. “A ship such as this one would help us greatly.”

Mulling the thought over, you gesture to your crotch. Leliana's done this so often you don't even need to speak. Scratching out a few more words, Leliana finishes her missive and, after setting away her quill, finds her knees between your legs.

“If she wishes to see her... wife again, I'm sure she will.” You say with an evil grin, as Leliana's hand tightens around your shaft.

“The more who join us, the better chance we stand against Corypheus.” Leliana remarks, before applying a deferential kiss to your cockhead.

“And the more powerful I become!” You smile, resting a hand on top of Leliana's head.

It didn't take much more than Leliana's kiss and a few pumps of her hand for you to get hard again, despite the fact you just emptied your balls for Isabela and Hawke a short while ago.

What could you say? You had grown used to recovering quickly. Due to the Blowjob Throne's power, you got more pussy than the suavest of men could unaided.

Antivan noblewomen, Enchanters of the Circle, spies, Witches, on an average day in Skyhold, your cock would be in any permutation of those ladies' mouths.

If you could only have one woman from the stronghold along with you, Leli was a grand choice. She was as skilled as she was obedient to you.

“Keep going...” You shivered with delight, stroking the former Bard's flame-coloured hair as she took you deep within her mouth.

Leliana's gaze bored into your eyes as she blew you. You hunched forward a little, bringing your face closer to hers. Her blue-eyed stare was composed of an alluring sensuality, as well as a earnest dedication. Such a sexy look had your hips thrusting, sending your cock further into Leliana's throat.

After a while, you told Leliana to come up for air.

“Not that I'm not enjoying this, Leliana, but I think I need something a little different.” You explain. “Get on the bed.” You urge.

As you find your feet, Leliana obliges, taking your place. Finding her hands and knees, Leliana raises her ass, as if she's presenting, like she's some horny beast, waiting to be bred.

You lift the hem of her robe, revealing her shapely legs, and firm ass, covered by a simple pair of panties. Hooking your fingers into the white garment, you roll them down Leliana's legs and let them drop to the ground with a wet thump.

Her holes are familiar to you. Leliana thrusts her hips out towards you shamelessly, nearly outright begging for your cock.

Grinning deviously, you knead her asscheeks with your chubby hands, drawing them closer, then further apart, then closer again. Finding your knees, you lean forward and kiss her cunt. Your lips come away wet. You lick them, savouring today's first taste of Leliana's nectar.

Unlike most women you bedded, Leliana actually got wet for you. Perhaps she'd been conditioned to do it by the Throne, perhaps it was a result of her loyalty to you and fervent belief you were Andraste's chosen. Perhaps she just liked fat, corrupt men such as yourself.

In a reversal of your usual positions, you kneel there for a few minutes, diligently attending to the matter of Leliana's needy pussy.

It was unusual for you to give sexual pleasure without receiving it in return, a brief whim that seized you that was discarded nearly as quickly. The throbbing in your once again hard cock told you that you simply must hilt it in something.

Rising to your feet again, you resolved that issue by taking a firm grip of Leliana's hips and thrusting your cock into her cunt.

As you begin to pound the redhead's pussy, she pulls her short robe up and over her head, throwing it back over her shoulders. The woman's dark grey and purple attire hits your round belly, but if you notice, it's because her smooth back's been bared to you. You swat the robe to the floor and continue fucking your Spymaster.

Now nude save for a Inquisition charm pendant around her neck, you can see just how much Leliana is enjoying being taken by you. The way she wildly throws her head back as she cries out in delight, the way her back arches from pleasure, the way her hands are reaching out, gripping the ship's hull for support as you fuck her.

Try as you might, it isn't long before the Orlesian's fit yet womanly form undoes you. Biting your lip, you release an impressive load inside Leliana.

“YES!” Leliana shrieks in her honeyed voice, filled with the seed of the Herald of Andraste.

For all you know, you've just impregnated Leliana. Though the prospect of being tied to one woman, with children to mind yourself about, keeps you up some nights, you find yourself oddly neutral to the concept of making Leliana a mother.

You felt all men of noble birth such as yourself ought to extend their lineage. And Leliana was fine stock. The woman herself would be quite pleased by the prospect of having your child. Her religious nature would fill her with pride to be the mother of the Herald of Andraste's offspring, and the desire for a baby had been growing in her mind for a while now, something her oft-female lovers such as Josephine or the Hero of Ferelden simply could not deliver.

Pulling out of Leliana, you lay down in bed, pulling the Spymaster's naked form atop you. The thrill of fucking her beginning to wear off, you were just now remembering how tired you had been...