Stay with Vivienne.

“With all due respect to your advice, Lady Ambassador, I will not be taking Knight Captain Rylock to the ball.” You decree. “In truth, the First Enchanter's approval means more to me than that of some close-minded Orlesian nobles.”

Josephine moves to extricate your cock from her lips to give her reply, but seized by a fit of fancy, you grab her head before she is able and leisurely fuck her mouth for a couple of minutes.

When you feel she's fluffed you up enough, you release your grip on her hair.

Gasping for air like a surfacing diver, Josie attempts to compose herself before responded.

“Very well, Inquisitor.” She coughs. “I respect your judgement in this matter.”

It's to Lady Josephine's credit that her elegant demeanor has not been entirely shattered by your rough handling of her, or by the great dribble of pre-cum and spit marring her chin.

Wiping herself off, Josie curtsies and is on her way.

As one beautiful, exotic member of high society leaves your personal carriage, and you wait for the next to return to you, you sit back in your throne, idly musing that the Breach was the best thing that ever happened to you.

A few moments later, and Vivienne returns.

“My apologies for taking so long to return, dear. It took simply forever to find a bottle of wine that actually seemed drinkable.” She complained, setting the bottle and the snacks she had brought down on the floor.

Your magical advisor's eyes swing across your bare form as she stands, alighting on your still erect cock.

“What's this? Either you're even happier to see me than I thought, or you've been... keeping yourself company while I was away.” Vivienne smirks.

“Not exactly.” You explain. “While you were away, the Lady Ambassador ambushed me.”

“Did she now?” Vivienne says, her already high brow raising a touch in surprise. “I trust she wasn't trying to steal my seat at the ball?”

“Funny you should say that.” You admit. “She came in here, saying I was unpopular with some of the anti-mage crowd in Orlais, and that I should dump you for Knight Captain Rylock. I refused.” You recount.

“Well, I'm glad to see you have at least some taste, dear.” Vivienne smiles, a hand on her naked hip. “I think I will have words with Lady Montilyet in my first War Council session. I think she can be made to see the sizable asset magic can be to the Inquisition under my hand.”

“I look forward to it.” You tell the leggy Enchanter with a smile.

“Now, I'm no mindreader, but I believe there's something you're dying to do.” Vivienne says.

It was true, the stolen pleasure of a few hours or so ago had been in the back of your mind throughout all of the mayhem with Velanna and Rylock, you nod enthusiastically.

“Up, then.” Vivienne ushers you. Eagerly anticipating what's to come, you leap from the Blowjob Throne like a man half your weight.

Lady Vivienne once again kneels on it, clutching the backrest for support as she raises her hindquarters, presenting herself to you.

As you greedily survey the spoils the throne has granted you, the carriage gently begins to move forward again. Everything seems right with the world.

A part of you wanted to repeat your earlier teasing of Vivienne's entrance. A larger, more savage part of you, simply wants to slake it's pent-up lust, and longs to have parts of you quite different from your tongue inside the Knight Enchanter's asshole.

Deciding you owe her at least some lubrication for her excellent company on this trip, you spit into your open hand, and slather your fully-erect cock with saliva.

Steadying yourself by placing your hands on the Iron Lady's hips, you decide to test the true validity of her title.

You let out a groan of contented pleasure as you **** your cock inside her ass. Despite your lack of subtlety and the less-than-gentlemanly pace with which you entered her, Vivienne does not cry out. Instead, she remains her collected, confident self. The Circle Mage encourages you, tells you to fuck her harder.

You do not wish to disappoint. With an almost bestial fervour, you tighten your grip on the Rivaini-born woman's haunches, pistoning in and out of her tight, tight ass with all your might.

Something's overtaken you as you work on Lady Vivienne. After a day of teasing, slow progress to orgasm, and partial blowjobs, you just need to cum.

You notice with a sense of giddy satisfaction that the powerful and elegant Lady Vivienne is gasping, moaning and mewling with satisfaction as you pound her ass.

You know you can't last much longer, so you do your best to make every frantic, throbbing thrust inside your fellow mage count.

As you plummet into orgasm, you pull your cock from Vivienne's asshole with a slick pop, and explode all over her.

You empty your sack, the volume of your load still augmented by Viv's earlier potion. Unleashing load after load, you cover the chocolate-skinned woman, from her ass, all over her back, with some particularly manic strands of cum even splattering all the way up on her neck. A good deal of your voluminous cumshot misses Lady Vivienne entirely, landing on the Blowjob Throne.

“I think you needed that, dear.” Vivienne says breathily. You absent-mindedly jerk your cock, idly wishing for a way to preserve to image of your cum all over Vivienne's naked body. The whiteness of your seed contrasted brilliantly with her skin. It almost seemed to you to bring out some extra beauty to her.

Vivienne smiles over her shoulder at you.

“You really should drink some water.” She helpfully advises you. “Maker knows you'll need it after that!”