Nope. Time to give Vivienne a try.

Reaching out, you scoop a little of your cum from each kneeling lady's face, and daub it on the throne.

Alas, nothing seems to change. You don't feel any more powerful, don't sense any oscillations in the magical energies of the throne, or it's link to you.

“Maker's breath!” You curse. “I knew it wouldn't be that easy!”

It occurs to you this is just about the only time a man could be justifiably disappointed after receiving such a wonderful servicing from two very attractive noblewomen.

It's starting to look like your only option will be the ball in Orlais, and unloading on Empress Celene's pretty face. Not an unappealing thought by any stretch of the imagination, but you'd rather not make the trek across the border.

“Away with you.” You tell the kneeling women. With nary a word, they rise, and head off on their seperate ways. Cassandra, covering her breasts once again, makes for the courtyard, to pound some training dummies. Josie heads for her office and Morrigan moves towards the residential quarters, to clean herself up and spend some time with her son before you next send for her.

You're glad to be left alone. As you idly stroke your cock, you realise there's one more possibility you've yet to exhaust.

-

“Herald, I had a feeling I'd be receiving the pleasure of your company before too long. Come, sit down, have some wine, do make yourself at home, my dear.” Vivienne beams, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek as you enter her living quarters.

The First Enchanter spends her days working just above the main hall. Perched above the main hall, and with a balcony view of the courtyard below, Vivienne has a better view of the comings and goings of Skyhold than anyone, save for Leliana.

You follow the mage out onto the balcony, and accept the offered chair and glass of wine. Madame de Fer is always the picture of courtesy to you. Whether that was due to the throne's magic, or some ulterior motive the Enchanter had, you weren't completely sure. The latter sometimes seemed more likely. Vivienne was always asking for favours. Nothing major, and with the compensation she provided, you didn't feel like complaining.

“You saw what I did with Josephine and Cassandra?” You ask, sipping your drink.

“Half of Skyhold did, my dear.” Vivienne simpers, finding her knees at your side. “The three of you certainly put on a good show.”

Just hearing Vivienne discuss your actions on the throne has your cock perking up. Once again, your not sure if her casual response to seeing you facefuck her colleagues is due to the throne's magic affecting her perception of events, or simply her deep immersion in the decadent Orlesian court.

“Then you must know why I'm here.” You say simply.

“Of course. After Ladies Pentaghast and Montilyet, I'm the closest thing to female nobility in this castle. That you'd care to be serviced by, that is.” Vivienne says frankly. “I must say, Inquisitor, I have always admired your thoroughness.”

“You know what to do, then.” You bluntly conclude.

“Of course I do, my dear.” Vivienne smiles, as her hands glide across your lap, quickly closing around your cock. “Don't worry, this won't take long.”

Vivienne wasn't lying. The First Enchanter has asked you for quite a few favours over the course of the Inquisition's lifetime. Add to that she was, up until recently, quite infamously the mistress of Duke Bastien de Ghislain, and Madame de Fer was quite skilled when it came to pleasuring a man.

Her delicate, mage's hands massaging your shaft, Vivienne lowered her lips to your cockhead. You couldn't help but let out a sigh of delight as she took your tip into her beautiful mouth.

Accepting more and more of your shaft past her lips, Vivienne's hands retreated south, moving from your cock, to the still-heavy balls beneath.

The First Enchanter held the most sensitive part of your anatomy, literally in the palm of her hand.Your breathing got a little heavier as Vivienne gently squeezed and played with your nuts. Of course, you should've known a mage of Vivienne's renown would have a little something more up her immaculately tailored sleeve.

You felt the charge of magic energy, as Vivienne ever so surreptitiously cast a spell. Then, you felt it's effects. Not through your magical abilities, but through a baser part of yourself.

Your balls tingled with static and spiritual energies. The magic passed between Vivienne's fingertips, bristling and throbbing, stimulating your balls on the way. It was a low intensity spell, weak enough not to hurt or cause damage, but strong enough to have a powerful and unusual effect. You'd love to know how Vivienne learned this one.

You can't help but groan out your appreciation. The First Enchanter arches an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes. You wager she'd know exactly how much you're enjoying her work regardless of what your lips betrayed.

Raising your glass to your lips, you finish off your wine. Between the drink, and Vivienne dutifully slurping away at you, the view from her balcony looks even more majestic than usual.

Setting down your glass, you place your hands on the top of Vivienne's head, stroking her shapely shaven tête. If only she had on that wonderful horned hat, you muse. It was something indeed to grab those thick, fashionable horns, to use them as a handle as you fucked her mouth. Between the horns and Vivienne's dark skin, it almost felt like you were skullfucking a fearsome Qunari woman.

You're unable to withstand Vivienne's skills for much longer. You feel yet another orgasm, and cumshot, building up inside. Vivienne's mouth is so heavenly, you almost forget to pull out.

"Allow me to handle that, Herald." Vivienne says, only slightly out of breath. Confidently, the Enchanter seizes your cock once more and begins wanking you off, pumping you closer and closer to an inevitable climax.

"That's it, love, you mustn't hold back. Give me everything." Vivienne coos, your drooling cockhead inches away from her elegant, beautiful visage.

You oblige your fellow mage, unloading all over her face, a positive barrage of thick, foul-smelling cum. Vivienne takes it in good stride. If anyone could look dignified with their face painted white with a man's seed, it would be her.

"Splendid." Vivienne smiles as your torrent abates.

"Splendid." You agree, as she lowers her lips once again, deftly cleaning your cockhead off.

"You know, Inquisitor, it occurs to me to ask while I have you: You of all people should know how fickle the winds of fashion can be. I would be delighted if the Inquisition could spare a little gold to redecorate this part of Skyhold." Vivienne requests.

"Of course." You tell her. After a few of the Madame's favours, you're well aware of how things work. Quid pro quo. Fulfilling her trivial requests was more than worth the services she provided.

Smiling up at you, Vivienne scoops a little of your cum from her face. Opening her lips once again, she sucks her finger clean.

"You taste divine, my dear." Vivienne assures you.

"Now, perhaps we should attempt to complete this lovely little ritual of yours before your essence dries." Vivienne says. It takes you a moment to respond. After an orgasm like that, part of you would be content to simply sit and watch Vivienne wear your cum.

"Of course." You say, rising to your feet. As Vivienne does the same, you head for the throne, Vivienne walking calmly through the halls with her face painted.

When you arrive before the powerful chair, Vivienne is quick to daub a little of your seed on the side of the stone. To your mounting frustration, Vivienne seems to have been as little help as Cassandra and Josie.

"Don't scowl, my dear." Vivienne advises you. "This problem is easily remedied. I happen to be good friends with a certain Empress, after all."

"Come," She says, taking you by the hand and making to pull you out of the hall. "I believe I can take your mind off such setbacks in the meantime."