Politely refuse, you should be off.

"Much as I'd love to, I have to go. Adventure awaits." You tell Bull. You're not entirely sure he heard you. He seems more interested in skullfucking Ambassador Montilyet with his massive cock

"Farewell, Bull. Don't break Josephine's jaw, we need her mouth for far more than your personal enjoyment." You say.

"Yeah, yeah. Blackwall, don't tell me you aren't dying to jump in. Come on!" Iron Bull urges.

You turn and take your leave, unnoticed as the warriors begin to spitroast Josie.

You step out into the chilly air of the Frostbacks. The sun is rising over the mountains and it's time for your group to depart. Two wagons stand by the gate, waiting on you to depart.

Leliana beckons for you, and you join her at the rear caravan, where she stands idly conversing with Hawke. The Champion looks a little less frantic and more rested than when she arrived yesterday.

"Agent Hawke." You say, greeting the warrior with a kiss. "Leliana." You smile.

Marian looks mildly uncomfortable with your intimate greeting, but ignores it.

"I was just going over the specifics of our trip with Leliana. I have transport across the Waking Sea waiting at the Storm Coast." Hawke explains. "They can get us right to the Red Templar camp outside Kirkwall."

"These wagons will get us to the Storm Coast in three days, Inquisitor." Leliana tells you. "I had Dennet prepare a second wagon for us. I thought you might appreciate the privacy it will provide." She said breathily.

As someone who had most of their sexual encounters in front of a crowd, privacy was never much of a concern for you. At least the extra space from having a whole wagon just for Leliana and yourself would be nice.

"Good travels, Inquisitor." Marian said, heading for the wagon containing a selection of Leliana's agents.

"To you as well, Agent. I'll call on you should I need you." You promise.

Hopping nimbly into the back of your wagon, Leliana leans down, extending you a hand. Taking the Orlesian's hand, you struggle aboard the horse-pulled wagon.

Shortly after you sit down, the wagons roll, taking you out of Skyhold. Taking down her hood to reveal her alluring red hair, Leliana kneels and begins to service you, at first simply jerking your cock.

"Shall I begin, Inquisitor?" The Orlesian asks respectfully.

"Maker, yes." You breathe. Your cock's been stiff ever since you passed up a chance at round two with Josephine.

You loose a contented sigh as Leliana takes your cock into her mouth.

Alone with Leliana, the days pass faster than you can imagine. As the caravan travels to the Storm Coast, she shows you how she truly excelled in every area of being a Bard.

When you're hard, she expertly sucks your dick. When you're flaccid, her silver-tongued recounting of dalliances with Josephine back in the day remedies that very quickly.

The passage of time is difficult to be sure of, with only the rays of light beaming in from the covered wagon and the number of loads you shoot into Leliana's mouth to measure it.

Eventually, a cry comes out from the other Wagon that you've arrived. Groaning and stretching, you pull back the cloth and stumble out of the wagon.

It's light out. The briny aroma of the Fereldan coast assaults your nostrils. The two caravans have come to a stop on the trail, right before one of the region's stony beaches. As always in this part of the world, it's drizzling mildly.

Just as the cold and damp begins to annoy you, Leliana is at your side, with your cloak. Made from the pelt of a slain Great Bear, the brown shroud is warm, imposing and expensive.

Ever the loyal right-hand woman, Leliana drapes the bear fur over your wide shoulders and fastens the silverite clasp. You thank her, your hands roaming over her ass even as she assists you.

Out on the choppy sea, you spy a ship. The vessel is large and imposing. As a mage of the Free Marches, you know next to nothing of ships, but you wager it'll bring you across the Waking Sea swiftly.

A few moments later, and Leliana hands you a spyglass. Jerking your cock as you peer through the glass, she points you to a pair of rowboats, travelling from the anchored ship out to sea.

As you watch the vessels approach you, a certain figure standing on the prow of the nearest ship catches your eye.

The woman is Rivaini, that much is obvious from her tanned complexion and dark hair. Even from a distance, you can see she possesses a body that sets her above most women. She wears a revealing white outfit, one that clings closely to her sensual body, the plunging neckline of which flaunts her exquisite chest.

You quickly surmise that this woman must be Isabela, the chesty piratess made famous in Varric's biography of Hawke.

You suddenly think of how the Inquisition needs a navy. True, Corypheus' presence on the sea is minimal, but that could change at any moment...

With a groan, you lower the spyglass. If you continued to ogle the approaching captain, you have a feeling Leliana's persistent handjob would've had you shooting your load on the beach, which was not quite the first impression you wished to leave on the sailors.

The boats are closer than you would have thought, and within five minutes, they've reached land.

Isabela is the first off the boat, nimbly stepping out of the waves. Your eyes dart down, observing the thigh-length boots on her leggy form.

From the ranks of your own men, Hawke emerges. The two women meet in the foreground before pirates and Inquisition forces. They embrace, obviously delighted to be back in each other's presence. Drawing apart a little, Hawke tilts her head and plants a passionate kiss on Isabela's lips, which the piratess returns with some fervour.

Every man present, and possibly Leliana is observing closely as the two brunettes make out. Some watch with a smile, others stroke their bulging crotches.

You're visibly enjoying the show as well, your cock poking out from your cloak as you approach the women.

"Inquisitor." Hawke says, nodding her head as you approach. "Allow me to introduce you to Isabela, my wife."