See what's more important that what you're doing.

With a sigh of frustration, you step back from Vivienne's enticing rear end. Looks like you won't be fucking the mage just this moment.

"If you value your role in this organisation, this had better be important, Leliana." You threaten the Orlesian idly, lumbering out of your carriage, Vivienne in tow.

"I believe it is, Inquisitor." Leliana demurely insists as she leads you to the head of the caravan.

In a forest clearing, Josephine greets you. With her are a number of Inquisition troops, and a few onlookers. Restrained before you are two women. Both pale-skinned and roughly in their thirties, though the similarities end there.

The first woman is a blonde-haired elf. The revealing and tattered fur-lined green robe she wears marks her as a mage. The intricate tattoos on her brow, nose and chin, a Dale.

Restrained across from her, a brunette. In contrast to the elf's messy blonde ponytail, her hair is neatly arranged into two braided buns behind her neck. Her weapon stripped away, the woman's armour denotes she is a Knight-Captain in the Templar Order. Or was. The silverite plate is dented and scratched, the silken skirt beneath it frayed and patched.

As your impromptu court begins, Leliana guides you to a tree stump. Gingerly, you set your naked ass down on it. Vivienne stands at your side, as composed an elegant without a stitch of her finery.

You survey the two women brought before you. Both of them are quite easy on the eye, the knife-ear especially. Depending on how this pans out, you may forgive Leliana for the epic case of blue balls she just gave you.

"What's the meaning of this?" You ask your spymaster and ambassador.

"Not two hours ago, my forward scouts reported trouble up ahead." Leliana begins. "I took a party of troops to investigate. We found the Templar, Rylock-"

"Knight-Captain Rylock." The Templar insists. Her voice has the charming burr of rural Ferelden to it.

"Do we need to gag you?" You ask, shooting her a glare. She shuts her mouth, letting the Orlesian continue.

"We found Knight-Captain Rylock and her subordinates with the elf in their custody. They were about to invoke the Rite of Tranquility on her." She says, showing you the branding rod Templars use to rob mages of their ability and emotions. The tip still glows blue, composed of molten Lyrium.

"A serious measure." You say in a muted voice.

"In the commotion of our arrival, the elf got loose. She put down Rylock's companions and four of our men before she was subdued." Leliana explains.

Angry murmurs travel through the ranks of your troops. Those who kill the Inquisition's own are never held in high regard.

"Is it not understandable she fought back?" Josephine asks. "Who would not, given the barbarism they intended to foist upon her."

"Tranquility is far gentler than the knife-ear deserves." Rylock speaks up. "We'd chased her for weeks. Many human settlements have lost people to a crazed Dalish fitting her description."

You're suprised to hear support for her words amongst your men.

"Those humans deserved what they got. I kill no one who doesn't bring it upon themselves." The elf says. "I demand you release me! I am Velanna of the Ferelden Grey Wardens, and you have no right to judge me!"

"A likely story. I've known Grey Wardens, and you are nothing like them." Leliana tells Velanna.

"Enough! Why not let our prisoners sway me with their own mouths?" You smirk.

"At last, a chance to explain to this overgrown fool why I-" Velanna begins. You silence her with a raised hand.

"Did I say anything about talking? On your knees, elf. You too, Knight-Captain." You smile.

On your magically-enhanced word, Rylock and Velanna crawl across the clearing to your side. As you tell them to take your member into their mouths, they're compelled to obey.

The brown-haired Templar is the first to take your cock. Wrapping her hand around your fuck-flesh, she bobs her head down, trying her hardest to please you. You wince at her slightly rough handling. Your member is still a little sore from when you banged it on the throne. Apart from that, the Templar is not a bad cocksucker. Were her tits not encased in a silverite carapace, you'd play with them a little. Even behind the armour, she has the look of a chesty woman.

Velanna hesitates, seeming to show a remarkable resistance to the magic of the Blowjob Throne.

"Hurry up." Vivienne says, wrapping her fingers into her fellow mage's blonde hair and pushing her head down. "Believe me, you'll hardly be the first mage to get what she wants doing this, dear."

"That's it. Give the Inquisitor your best, child." Vivienne says, as Velanna begins to suck your cock. The black mage looks up at you as you gently thrust up into the elf's mouth. You exchange smiles."Show him your special talents..."

Velanna's hands blaze with magic as she wraps them around your shaft. Pleasant vibrations pulse from your balls to your cockhead, which is still buried in the self-professed Warden's mouth. The healing spell feels great, and it even removes the bruising and tenderness that was beginning to trouble you.

For the next ten or so minutes, Velanna and her captor swap you between their mouths, while you weigh their merits. As you begin to approach orgasm, you decide you'll do it in the mouth of whoever you find innocent.

"We await your judgement, Inquisitor. Are Velanna's actions justified, or do we complete the rite Captain Rylock had in mind for her?" Josie asks.

"You know, this isn't a binary choice, dear. You are Inquisitor. No one would bat an eyelid to you keeping both of them as pets." Vivienne advises as she gently jerks your cock, fluffing you until your decision has been made.