Make a victory toast!

The victory celebration continues into the night as cask after cask of your finest ale is tapped. To her credit, Maryden has been playing nonstop the entire evening, keeping the atmosphere in the tavern lively with jaunty tunes that transition perfectly between dancing and fucking.

By now, the Herald's Rest has completed its descent into debauchery as everywhere you turn, the people of Skyhold are humping like animals. The second and thirds floors are no different as you gaze up at the cock-drunk faces of women bent over the banisters by Inquisition men.

At this very moment, you are ponied up at the bar, treating yourself to yet another flagon of ale while below you, a certain redheaded dwarf bobs away on your fat cock. Thanks to your throne, your tenth load is just as potent as your first as you pump a shot of white rum down her throat.

"Mmm, Dagna," you moan drunkenly, petting her head affectionately. "That was amazing..."

The tipsy little dwarf raises her head from your lap. "I'm actually Scout Harding, Inquisitor."

"Oh..." you peer down, your face turning redder with embarrassment. "Sorry about that, Lace."

"Aw, that's okay." she giggles. "If we're being honest, I thought you were Warden Blackwall."

"You might wanna get in line for him," you smirk, glancing over at the gaggle of lusty maidens patiently awaiting their turn to ride the bearded stud's cock. Of course, knowing what you now know about "Warden" Blackwall, it makes the man's bottomless stamina even more impressive.

The size of the line doesn't discourage the dwarf one bit as she happily scurries off to join it. With a chuckle, you return to your drink, letting your eyes wander as you take in the scenery.

The Iron Bull is simple enough to spot, standing head and shoulders over the rest of the tavern. Currently, Bull and his partner Dorian were sharing Lieutenant Krem with the Qunari taking up residence in that shapely-ass while Dorian stuffs his mage staff down his fellow Vint's throat.

No stranger to Bull's sloppy seconds, the Chargers were all over Morrigan like flies on nug shit. The near-comatose witch had cum spilling from her gaping holes as Rocky and Grim had their way with the woman's perky ass while the always helpful Dalish cleans her overflowing pussy.

Earlier in the festivities, you ordered the public cum dumps held within the Skyhold dungeons to be brought up to the tavern. Volunteers like Ser Ruth, Lysette, Flissa, and Minaeve were now laying across the dining tables, forming a buffet line of eager holes for the horny men to enjoy.

Meanwhile, the disgraced Duchess Florianne de Chalons was now the centerpiece of a bukkake. The men (and a handful of the ladies) of Skyhold took great pleasure in coating the royal bitch, stepping up one by one to shower the former noble's slack-jawed face in their victory seed.

Just past them, you spot your newest toy Calpernia. The former **** has already been passed around the tavern like the collection plate in a Chantry most of the night. Currently, she finds herself in the possession of a drunken Sera. The elf is putting the "liberated" mage to good use, sitting astride the woman's face with Calpernia's tongue up her arse. You suppose once you've been treated to the taste of Corypheus' cock, even Sera's bunghole would be an improvement.

Seeing all of Skyhold fuck each other, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. Mages and Templars, Orlesians and Fereldeners, every race, creed, and religion putting aside their differences in a celebration of lust and excess brought upon by you and your throne.

...It almost brings to a tear to your eye.

Feeling compelled to say a few words, you drunkenly climb atop one of the wooden tables.

"If I could have everyone's attention, please..." you shout over the sounds of smacking flesh.

A hush falls over the entire tavern as everyone turns to face you, a pin drop could be heard as several girls lift their heads from their partner's groins to hear what the Inquisitor has to say.

"A toast..." you hiccup, raising your tankard. "I know I haven't always been the best leader-"

You pause, those drinks Sera poured down your gullet earlier beginning to disagree with you. You open your mouth to speak again but the sappy words are replaced by one long drawn-out belch that goes on for nearly as long as your battle with Corypheus did before it finally ends.

The whole tavern stares at you blankly for a moment before erupting into raucous cheering.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Varric offers as Cassandra bounces wildly on his lap.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" you ask the crowd. "Let the victory orgy continue!