Pay a visit to the stables.

Before embarking on your journey, it might be wise to inspect the mounts you'll be counting on to haul your orgy on wheels to the Palace. With that, you head off to meet Horsemaster Dennet.

For nearly thirty years, Dennet had served as the horse master to Arl Eamon before retiring to a cozy, little farm outside of Redcliffe village with his wife and daughter. Somehow, you managed to convince the old bastard to help run your stables at Haven. Now here at Skyhold, Dennet has his hands full taking care of your rapidly-expanding collection of exotic mounts.

Making your way to the stables, you find Dennet in his usual spot. Perched atop a wooden stool, the swarthy man brushes one of your steeds, a red-maned mare you've fittingly named Aveline.

"Master Dennet," you greet the man casually. "How are my horses looking this fine evening?"

"Fit and healthy as ever, Inquisition," Dennet answers with pride, patting the proud beast on its flank as he hops off the stool. Pulling a fresh apple from his pocket, the man takes a hearty bite of the fruit for himself before tossing the rest to the horse.

"And has our newest acquisition arrived yet?" you inquire. "My present from the knife-ears?"

"See for yourself," he says, pursing his lips to whistle sharply in the direction of the stables.

Moments later, a young woman with the same complexion as Dennet emerges from the barn with a unique creature in tow, a majestic Red Hart. The animal had been a gift from the Dalish, out of friendship or fear you still weren't entirely sure but their generosity is most appreciated.

"You remember my daughter Seanna, right Inquisitor?" Dennet questions, acknowledging the woman who looks even more horse-faced than the actual horse standing beside her currently.

"Ah, of course," you smirk, having flashbacks to her tedious races. "How could I ever forget?"

"Been needin' an extra pair of hands in the stables so I sent for my princess..." Dennet beams.

“It's lovely to see you again, m'lord.” Seanna bows about as cordially as a farm girl can muster. While her response feels genuine, the girl has an air of nervousness about her. Looking back at her father, he gives her a simple nod while you're left confused by their silent conversation.

"We also have a gift for you, Inquisition..." Dennet announces, clearing his throat.

Before you can even ask what this gift is, Seanna suddenly drops to her knees in front of you. Just as you're about to question the man, you feel his daughter start to unfasten your trousers as she frees your half-hardened cock. You groan at the feeling of her farm girl's rugged hands wrapping tightly around your cock, stroking you as you give Dennet a most-perplexed look.

“Don't worry," Dennet smiles. "It's an honor to have my daughter servicing you, Inquisition..."

“Maker, it's so big!” a wide-eyed Seanna marvels as her fingers coax your cock to full potential. She wastes no time trying to fit you inside her wet mouth, taking in almost half your manhood before she happily bobs on what she can handle, coating your shaft in a healthy layer of spit.

While nowhere near more-gifted cocksuckers like Morrigan or Leliana, Seanna is no amateur. You can easily picture the woman, eager for an escape from her dull life as a farmer's daughter, sneaking down to the tavern at the Crossroads eager to practice on the passing travelers.

"You've raised a fine daughter, Dennet." you offer with a smirk. "You must be quite proud..."

Looking back down, Seanna in a world of her own, eyes dulling as she moves faster and faster, drool and pre-cum escaping the tight seal her lips formed around your cock. Watching closely, you see her shaking as if she was orgasming simply from the thrill of **** down your dick.

While the farm girl continues worshipping your cock, you and Dennet discuss your Red Hart. According to the horse master, the Dalish's name for the mighty beast was Pre'orda Dee'elcee, which roughly translates to either "galloping fire" or "crotch rot" depending on the dialect.

"Well, that won't do." you offer plainly. "A beast this majestic deserves a more fitting name..."

Stroking your chin in thought, you wrap the other hand around the back of Seanna's bald head before you push her down on your cock, hilting yourself in the farm girl's unsuspecting throat. Naturally, the woman chokes and gags on your thickness, spools of throat spit caking her lips and chin as you face-fuck her hard, repeatedly introducing the girl's nose to your hairy lap.

The feeling of Seanna's spasming throat milking your cock feels so good that you have to brace yourself on the Red Hart, the creature flinching as you steady yourself with a hand on its flank while you throat-fuck Seanna until you feel your balls tighten and you pull her off your cock.

Keeping one hand on the Red Hart for support, you let loose all your cream all over the woman, coating her face in cum as Dennet watches with a magically-perverted version of fatherly pride.

"I think your princess is going to fit in quite well in Skyhold, Dennet," you offer with a chuckle while dragging your spit-soaked cock across his daughter's face while she's gasping for breath. Peering down at the horse-faced girl plastered in cum, you turn attention back to the Red Hart.

"I'll name her Seanna," you declare, patting the noble beast's back. "Yes, that's a perfect name."

'It's actually a "he", Your Worship." Dennet corrects you.

"So he is..." you say, glancing downwards. "Well, I can't think of another name so, Seanna it is."

Seanna (the beast) not the girl, gives an agitated-sounding neigh at his newly-christened name, the proud beast perhaps taking offense at not only being given a girl's name but also a farmer's.

Bidding Dennet farewell, you gave his cum-faced daughter one final cock slap across the face before heading back to the Keep. It's starting to get late and you'll have a busy day tomorrow.