Mourning and fuck

Once operations in the Exalted Plains were successfully concluded, the situation in Skyhold return to normal. You've been pretty much just sitting on the throne, quickly and swiftly solving problems as they came and went. Right now, you're were absorbed with Morrigan and Leliana competing with each other, giving your cock the attention it deserved.

"Oh, Inquisitor, your cock's so delicious," Said Josephine, tenderly kissing your head, "And your precum; so sweet..."

"Isn't his cock the most wonderful of them all, Josie?" Leliana said.

"Yeah, who else could refute after seeing this magnificent member?" Said Josephine, "At this rate, my parents can forget finding me a suitor! He's more than enough to satisfy the both of us!"

"Oh Josie, always the straightforward type," Leliana said smilingly, before resuming her sucking.

Truly, it was a good day to be Inquisitor.

"Inquisitor, can we talk for a minute please?" A voice suddenly rang out.

"Huh? What is it Vivienne?" You reply.

"I said, can I have a minute of your time, my dear? You can return back to your blowjob when this is done," She smirked.

After finishing and pulling out, you walked upstairs to what can be considered her room - richly and tastefully furnished with silk curtains and soft cushions, just the kind of quarters an Orlesian noblewoman would have.

"What is it, Vivienne? Is something the matter?" You questioned.

"I want you to accompany me to De Ghislain's estate tomorrow, I have something to give to Bastien," She said.

"Alright, if that's what you asking. Besides, it's gonna be the same old same old tomorrow here, and I doubt there's nothing Josie can't handle by herself."

Having given her your word, you return back to the throne, where Leliana and Josephine eagerly showered you with kisses and comforting embraces.

"Maker's breath, did you have to leave halfway, Inquisitor?" Asked Josephine, "We were just getting to the fun part!"

"And now that you're here, you're not going anywhere," Said Leliana, her eyes resembling a pouncing cat's.

Smirking devilishly, you oblige them and their bursting desires, and throughout the night you were busy fucking them silly in all their holes, stuffing them full with semen and exhausting them in hedonistic pleasure. None of you managed to make it back to your bedrooms, having to be carried by servants.

The next day, you and Vivienne travel to De Ghislain's estate. Along the way, she was eerily silent and contemplative and talked little about anything save on matters regarding Bastien. Two days later, you reached De Ghislain's estate and at Vivienne's behest, you would rest in the guest quarters. The next day, a servant escorts you to what appears to be the master bedroom where Vivienne waited patiently outside.

"Ready?" She asked.

With a wordless nod, you both enter the room. There, on a luxurious king-sized bed, lay a frail-looking middle-aged man. Vivienne quickly went to his side and said something with uncharacteristic concern, her eyes softening. She uncorked the vial containing the concoction and poured it into his mouth. For a moment, it seemed like there was a spark of hope, as if he would regain his strength as he raised his hand to Vivienne's face, whispering her name.

And just as quickly, the poor man's eyes closed, his hand dropping to the bed as that spark of hope was cruelly extinguished.

"M-My darling? Bastien?"

Never before had you seen Vivienne so devastated, and she crumpled to the floor as her knees gave out.

"I'm sorry Vivienne, I didn't know," You apologize.

"You're not the one who need's to apologize for Inquisitor; he's been sick for quite some time." She said, "Though I will admit, I was hoping this would save him."

Before she knows it, you yank her up and push her against the wall, kissing her hard and disregarding everything that transpired in the room.

"Inquisitor, this isn't the place-"

Despite her initial ****, you understand that Vivienne enjoys it by allowing you easy access into her mouth. You explore every nook and cranny of her mouth and sweet tongue, while your hands work on your pants and pull them down eventually making their way to her panties as they tear them apart.

She then locked her legs around your waist, your strong hands supporting her thighs as you align your cock to her sopping wet entrance.

Sliding your cock inside her wet hole without a care, you start hammering her pussy rough and hard, making the Orlesian mage moan loudly with every thrust. Her juices were leaking like a fountain, mixing with your precum and lubricating your passage inside her fleshy depths.

"Oh yes, fuck me just like that," Said Vivienne, "Make me forget the pain of my husband's ****."

By now, you move your attention from kissing her mouth to lavishing her neck and breast with wet kisses. The dark skinned mage moaned like the whore she is, and the occasional glance at her dead lover made her feel guilty. Still, the feel of your cock filling her pussy made it even worse - she was enjoying it, much more than when she had sex with her husband.

Not long after, Vivienne came first, and your turn soon came as you grunted and hammered her pussy hard before pumping one final shot into her womb. Her legs and hands locked around you tighter than before as Vivienne failed miserably to stifle the shudders from her orgasm. Shot after shot of semen entered her womb for several minutes before you pull out, and you both collapse onto the floor exhausted.

As a final measure of comfort, you kiss her gently and lovingly, and she melted into your arms in that brief moment.

"Inquisitor, I..."

"Shh..." You said, "No need to say anything; what I did, I did to help comfort you."

Vivienne nodded, and kissed you back.

With a quick spell, Vivienne quickly erased any evidence of you ever having sex in the room, before you dressed yourselves. Servants were ordered to clear Bastien's body and clean the bedroom, and Chantry clerics brought in to offer some solemn rites and prepare it for burial.

The day after, both of you return back to Skyhold by carriage, and you appreciate Vivienne now as chatty and witty as before - a far cry from her earlier quiet self.

"Ah, I always fail to understand how you manage to be such a lady-conqueror," Said Vivienne, "Flirting and then fucking them, or just the latter without the former. I can count on one hand the number of people I've met who've had such an effect with the opposite gender."

"Hah, I'll just say I have my ways," You said, "Difficult to explain, but it just works."

"I'll take you for your word," Said Vivienne, before she abruptly removed her panties and your breeches and placed her crotch above yours.

In one swift motion, she devoured your cock hole, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Still want to go a few more rounds?" You asked.

"Well, who do I have to blame for whetting my appetite?" Vivienne countered.

The trip back to Skyhold was full of voracious lovemaking and sloppy kissing, with great amounts of physical and emotional love exchanged between you two. The carriage would smell of sex and be littered with semen and pussy juices, but you are the Inquisitor, famed for his voracious sexual appetites.

Truly, it was a good day to be inquisitor.

(Reviewed and edited by @Ebanu8)