Morrigan arrives in dragon form!

Soon, you find yourself at the doors of your keep, keeping enemies at bay with your mighty spells and the aid of your caravan. It's then that you hear the loud swooshing of giant wings as a massive blast of flame nearly incinerates an entire squadron of mutated foes. You look up and see a large silhouette of dragon nearly blot out the sun as it lands near you. Fortunately for you, this dragon was on your side as you were very familiar with your cock-sleeve Morrigan's abilities as a shifting witch. She lowers her dragon head before you and says "welcome back to Skyhold master. As you can see, you've come at a very stressful time", in her own reverberating voice.

"There's no time for chit-chat Morrigan! You need to take me up to that floating rock, right now", you exclaim. Without bothering to wait for a response, you climb onto Morrigan's back.

"As you wish", she replies and quickly takes off into the air.

...

Within a minute, you reach your destination and leap off of the shifted witch and plant your feet a mere 2 yards in front of Corypheus with a three-point landing. You rise back up dramatically, staring down the powerful darkspawn in front of you. Morrigan shifts back into human form quickly, standing directly beside you with her staff.

Corypheus stops the ritual momentarily to glare at you as Calpernia, (his own personal cock-sleeve to rival your own) continues to service his member, showing you nothing but the back of her head, bobbing up and down. He exclaims, "Inquisitor! I knew you would show up eventually. Did you really think you could overpower me with your 'perverse' magics? Laughable. I know more about 'perverse' magics than you could ever learn in your lifetime worm".

"Makes sense... seeing as how you seem to know the ritual to drain my new found power", you reply.

"This?", he addresses the floating tome. "This is mere child's play. You should be more worried about what will happen after I've drained your power".

You smirk, "seems your knowledge is a bit rusty you old bag of bones. I know how to halt your ritual and then some. Allow me to demonstrate".

You snap your fingers and Morrigan quickly drops to her knees in front of you, inhaling your entire length of cock in a gulp. You then begin chanting something... something that has Corypheus looking worried.

"No! Damn you Inquisitor!", he shouts as he hurriedly resumes his ritual. Calpernia speedily gagging herself now, **** on as much cock as her speed will allow her.

It was now a race between you and the darkspawn mage. The two women, hurriedly choked down as much cock as they can while the rituals were being cast. One ritual to strip your power... the other to stop that from happening as well as something else. Your eyes were narrowed and focused as you recited the words precisely from your countless hours, studying the Blowjob Throne. One would think having Morrigan gag loudly on your cock would ruin such focus, but your adrenaline and your boner were working hard to make sure that didn't happen. The witch between your legs whored herself dutifully as her face was a speedy, **** blur, quacking loudly up and down your thick shaft. She took you all in with practiced speed and reflex.

Meanwhile, Calpernia was trying to go as fast as she could but her inexperience was starting to show. The evil lady mage was gagging violently and having a hard time swallowing the long darkspawn cock with the speed she was trying to go at. For you, this would be fun to try later but for Corypheus, this would probably affect the performance of his own ritual. The darkspawn mage knew his words well but he was getting a little **** as he grabs Calpernia's head and starts to skull-fuck her with wild abandon while smoothly reciting the next passage. This was a race you didn't plan on losing so you grab the back of Morrigan's head and do the same. You lock eyes with your enemy, reciting your own words with even better speed and precision. All the while, Morrigan's cheeks turned red as she engulfed your drilling cock that was being ****-fed into her slippery gullet, over and over again.