Eat, then some rest.

Even with the Throne's power, you still needed to eat and sleep. Since Morrigan would be busy for the next day, you decided to kill two birds with one stone and find a late-night snack and a late-night bitch to gently suck you off while you slept on your second favorite spot in Skyhold: the kitchen.

"Alright, anyone in here?" You shout as you enter the kitchen? "I need someone to make me a sandwich."

"Herald?! Yes, right away!" You hear a voice say, feminine and pretty. You couldn't see at first who said it, but you were intrigued. You scan around until you see her, a petite, brown-haired elf girl that was apparently scrubbing the ground before you entered.

She washes her hands before putting together a simple meal of bread, cured meat, cheese and olives. After platting it, she hands it off to you not in fear or awe you normally saw in the servants, but with anticipation that piques your interest.

"Alright, let's see what we are working with." You say, after taking a few bites. "Lose the shabby clothes."

The throne's power makes it that she doesn't even question why she is getting naked, but she does it anyway. The elf is slim, not skinny, and though you prefer your bitches with more meat on their bones, she has a spark on her eyes that makes you curious.

"You need a bath." You say, after finishing your meal and letting her stay naked in the cold kitchen for a while. "And so do I. Let's go to my quarters."

"By the Maker... you want me?" She says, sounding genuinely thrilled. An ego boost, not particularly needed but always welcomed.

"After a bath. Let's go to my quarters."

Her eyes go wide as saucers, and she nods with enthusiasm. "Whatever you want, Herald!"

You eat slowly, watching amused as the elf tries her best to hide her shame and stand proudly. You knew her type, a devout believer in Andraste that wanted to help the Inquisition however she could, even if it meant cleaning the floors late at night. After you finish, you beckon her to follow with your head, talking while you walk. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Louisa, Herald... or should I call you Inquisitor?"

"Hmmm... call me 'My Lord'." You answer. Banging a servant while she calls you 'My Lord' is a great feeling.

When you reach your candle-lit bedroom, you go straight to the bath but Louisa doesn't follow. Turning to call her out, you see that she is taking in all of the details in your bedroom. "My Lord, it's just so... opulent. I bet your mattress is more expensive than the house I grew up in."

You hadn't given much thought, but it was probably true. By the looks, Louisa was a city elf, growing up on poor neighborhood with only her faith as a guide, so your quarters were almost like a dream for her.

Not that it mattered to you, though. "Yeah, yeah, get over here, get clean and then suck my cock."

Entering the bath that adjoined your room, Louisa gasped at luxurious, large metal tub filled with steaming water (hot thanks to the fire runes you had inscribed) and the myriad of lotions and shampoos your various cocksuckers left around. Her amazement was cut short because you roughly pulled her by the hand and **** her to get in with you.

You show her where the sponges are, tell her the she can use anything and watch as she bathes. Louisa blushes under your gaze, but tries her clumsy best to be sexy, showing off her modest curves, her small but perky tits, tight ass and pretty little pink pussy.

As always, your senses were correct. Louisa was indeed very pretty, in a friendly neighborhood girl sense, and you hand her a soap, telling her to clean your fat ass with her body. "It's simple, really." You say. "Just put the soap in your body, and them rub yourself against me."

Although she doesn't have the voluptuous curves necessary to make a full body wash feel as fantastic as when someone like Morrigan does it, she makes up in enthusiasm. It's a nice change of pace to have someone new and excited to serve, but it is more fun to make Louisa gag on your cock when you sit on the edge of the bathtub and grab a fistful of chestnut hair, shoving her face in your lap.

"Just relax and try to breath when you can." You say, unhelpfully. Louisa is thrashing in the bathtub, clearly caught by surprise and inexperienced in the art of being facefucked. Her brown eyes soon filled with tears, but there was such devotion in them that you had a moment of pity and slowed down, allowing the elf to catch her breath.

"Louisa, listen carefully: you are going to be my cocksleeve until I fall asleep, maybe beyond. So just do what feels natural to a slut like you."

She nods, or as much nodding someone with a thick cock in their mouth can, and you resume bouncing her head on your lap. Once you ensure Louisa is a proper mess, with tear, spit, snot and a few bubbles of cum blowing out of the corners of her mouth, you shove your prick down her throat and slap her face a couple of times for good measure.

"Now..." You say, standing up and holding her skull with both hands. "We fuck for real."

Looking down at the poor elf's face and watching her eyes almost pop out of her face due to surprise earns a chuckle from you. Pounding a true believer into an incoherent mess was a particular thrill in itself, but combined with feeling this petite elf’s throat constrict around your cock as she gags and chokes is too much for your tired self, and you cum just minutes into her facefucking.

"Pretty good for a first-timer." You say, sliding back into the hot tub, and somehow Louisa finds the strength to give you a bashful smile.

"Thank you, my Lord."

Satisfied, you finish bathing and head to bed. Curling up with Louisa, the petite elf almost melts in your fat arms as you embrace her and stick your prick between her thighs. You fall asleep as she serenades you with her life's story, even confessing that she hoped to use her time in the Inquisition to find a good husband.