Marian Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall has an offer.

“May I present, Marian Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall.” Josephine announced. As the Antivan bowed and turned to face the court, your eyes couldn't help but flick down to her gorgeous ass. Concealed by the classy silks and frills of Josie's dress, it still looked amazing. You'd have to find time out of your busy schedule to fuck it, and soon.

The crowd murmured with surprise as Marian Hawke approached the throne. She was a controversial figure throughout Thedas. A refugee from the Blight, over the span of a decade, Hawke had cemented herself in Kirkwall as an adventurer and noblewoman. After saving the city from a Qunari invasion, she had been granted the title of Champion. However, she had been unable to stop **** breaking out between the city's Templars and Mages, a series of events that had culminated in the destruction of the city Chantry by a mage. An act that had sparked the Mage-Templar war that raged to this day.

Recently you had made Hawke's acquaintance through Varric. Together you had been investigating the disappearance of the Grey Wardens. Of course, you had read about Hawke in Varric's bestseller, the Champion of Kirkwall. At the time you had been rather taken by the woman in the book, a noble, dashing hero, a fierce swordswoman whose fling with Isabela, a busty piratess, a few years ago, had sent quite a ripple through the Free Marches social scene.

The reality of Marian Hawke was just as good as the myth. Though her exploits were somewhat less fantastic without Varric to enliven them, Marian herself was a vision of an ideal heroine. She was a fair-skinned woman, nearing her mid thirties, of noble bearing, stance and accent. Her bright blue eyes gazed into anyone she looked at. Her black hair was cut short, stopping at her neck, though a few locks fell over her nose and eyes. A smear of red warpaint ran across her nose. Along with her extremely well-made armour and sword, it was a reminder of the powerful warrior she was.

“Champion, so good to see you again.” You say as she draws close. She seems a little put off by your exposed cock, and it's attendant. You surmised the Viscount of Kirkwall received petitioners in a different manner. “Whyever do you require an audience?”

Marian stepped close. Ignoring her discomfort at your and Morrigan's exposed bodies, she began to speak.

“I request the Inquisition's aid.” Marian spoke, her accent a pleasant mix of the Free Marches and Ferelden, where she was raised. “I recently received news my sister, Bethany has been captured by the Red Templars.”

The announcement seemed to shock the crowd. Many of the inhabitants of the Great Hall were far too familiar with the horrors the Templars visited on any they met.

“Bethany Hawke was a Circle Mage at the time of the war's outbreak. There are no reports of her during the war.” Josephine chimed in.

You remembered Bethany from Varric's book, too. From his descriptions of her youth, prettiness, sunny demeanour and bust in the book, you had a feeling Varric had been nursing a crush on young Bethany. Her being your best friend's sister wouldn't have stopped you fucking her, you think to yourself.

“She didn't fight. Bethany only ever hurt people when there was no other way.” Hawke insisted. “She worked as a camp healer during the war!” She was getting ****, now. You knew Bethany was all that remained of her immediate family.

“I am truly sorry for your sister.” You insisted. “But the Inquisition's resources, however vast, are limited. We have to contend with not only the Red Templars, but Venatori, Darkspawn, bandits and anything else Corypheus can throw at us. We have people of our own held prisoner we can't afford to rescue. What do we have to gain by rescuing Bethany?”

“I have nothing to offer but my sword for the Inquisition.” Hawke said, drawing the blade and kneeling at the foot of the steps leading to your throne. Though you had worked with Hawke investigating the Wardens, she had never joined the Inquisition. “Agree to save Bethany, and I pledge my support to your cause, in any way I can.”

Your lips curl into a smile as you see Hawke genuflect before you. The sword may not be vital, but the kneeling you like.

“You're wrong milady, you have something to offer besides your blade: your mouth.” You insist. Hawke looks up, unsure of your meaning. To elaborate, you stroke Morrigan's head. Hawke's eyes dart from you, to the **** collar around Morrigan's neck.

“Well, it's not like I have a choice.” Marian sighs, swallowing her pride. She's more right than she could yet know. There's a slight metallic scraping as Hawke scoots to the throne on her armour plated knees, but you barely notice. Most of your attention is currently focused on the Champion's lips.

“Very well. Marian Hawke, I hereby appoint you an Agent of the Inquisition. Welcome. Now suck my cock!” You command.

Stripping off her gauntlets and setting them aside, Marian takes your fat cock in her hands, stroking it from it's semi-erect state to it's full and impressive hardness. As she bobs her head down, wrapping her lips around your tip, you wonder if she's ever had a cock this size before. Hell, you wonder if she's ever HAD a cock before. The only lover mentioned in the book was Isabela.

Lady Hawke seems to answer that conundrum for you as her blowjob continues. She skilfully uses her hands, stroking your shaft while using her mouth on your tip, and fondling your sac as she goes down further. With the things she'd doing to your cock, you're fairly convinced Marian's bisexual.

That, or the Maker decided to gift a lesbian with a natural affinity for sucking cock.
As Marian takes more of your shaft inside her mouth, you grasp the bangs of hair half-covering her eyes and lift them up. She shoots a smouldering glance up at you with those blue eyes of her. The sight of the Champion, your cock bulging in her cheek, staring up at you, is a powerful image. Her blowjob eyes are incredible. Did she do this for her piratess when she ate her pussy?

After a few minutes of watching Hawke work on you, a clinking of chain alerts you to Morrigan moving. She sidles close to your cock, kneeling on the opposite side of you from Hawke.

Dipping her head, the former Witch of the Wilds starts going to town on what portion of your shaft remains exposed to the cool air of Skyhold. First Morrigan licks down to the base, and back up to Hawke's lips, then she leans in closer to nuzzle it with her lips.

Wanting to get you off quicker, Hawke momentarily lets up on your cock for a moment, releasing all of it but the head. She playfully licks it, like it's one of those phallic flavoured ice treats Orlesian noblewomen love so much. It isn't long before Morrigan joins her in the act. The two cocksuckers' moist tongues gliding over your sensitive cockhead, one after the other, occasionally meeting. Morrigan sets the pace this time, putting her mouth around the side of your prick.

After a half-second's delay, Marian does the same, their lips joining around your leaking cock. Putting on a show for you, they kiss around your cock, probing it with their tongues while they do.

“Start kissing her!” You order Morrigan, snatching your cock away from them. Deprived of your cock, Morrigan is quick to obey. Magically willed to please, the mage takes the Champion's head in her hands and starts kissing her open-mouthed. Hawke quickly returns Morrigan's affections, while you play with yourself. It's a sight indeed, the armoured Champion and topless mage, passionately kissing each other in full view of everyone in the hall.

As you sit back and jerk yourself frantically, watching the two women make out, you must that you'd choose this amazing fucking throne over the keys to the Golden City.

After taking in the spectacle for a good while, you were losing control.You needed a woman's mouth, right now. And Hawke had served you way better than Morrigan's adequate but passionless sucking. Swatting the witch aside, you take the Champion by the head and **** her down onto your cock. You give her your full length, her nose pressed against your round belly, her tongue lolling out of her violated mouth and against your balls.

Holding the Champion's head down, you bite your lip and groan as you release, the sweet, special orgasm that can only come from the first time in a new woman's mouth uncurling inside you. You empty your balls into Marian's mouth, spurt after joyous spurt. You blissfully thrust up into her throat.

When you can cum no more and Marian has choked down everything you had for her, you pull out. Your eyes dart from your slick cock to the Champion and her cum-stained lips.

“Exemplary work, Agent.” You say breathlessly. Hawke scoops off the traces of your cum that aren't currently drooling down into her stomach. “Now, about your sister...”