Crash the lovers' reunion.

“Actually, I think I'll accompany you and Marian to your cabin.” You state matter-of-factly.

“I beg your pardon?” Isabela says, clearly unused to her authority being questioned. She had the confident air of the queen of her little realm on the sea. You'd enjoy disabusing her of those notions.

“I said I'll join you and your wife in your cabin.” You repeat. “I trust that's fine with you.” You finish with a smile.

“Yes, of course, Inquisitor.” She states.

“I look forward to it. Come along then, ladies.” You beam, leaving Leliana to find your quarters.

As you walk the deck with Isabela and Hawke, you reach out towards the pirate captain, and give one of her ample breasts a squeeze.

Without the throne's magic behind you, you'd have never attempted such a move. Isabela's proud demeanour, as well as the wicked-looking daggers on her belt and her nimble fingers, would have made it a dangerous act. Instead, she barely reacts. To her already-enchanted mind, it's no more unusual a friendly arm around her shoulder from Marian.

“Quite the ballasts you've got there, Captain.” You tease. “It's good to know you'll be perfectly fine if this ship goes under.”

It isn't long before the three of you have reached the captain's cabin. Situated directly beneath the ship's wheel.

You cast an eye around the place. It's a decent-sized room. Nothing compared to your quarters at Skyhold, but on a ship, it's practically an apartment at the Winter Palace. A table, with a seat chart, stands in the middle of the room. A desk off to the side. Spoils of Isabela's career litter the walls and every surface. In the back of the cabin lies a comfortable looking double bed. You lecherously imagine the nights Isabela and Hawke have spent beneath those covers.

Stepping out in front of the two women, you let your cloak fall to the floor before moving to confidently sit on the edge of the bed, facing them.

Both women's eyes drift from each other, to your cock and back.

“I thought this would be a good way for the three of us to get to know each other.” You smirk.

“Kiss.” You commanded. Isabela looks conflicted, but does not delay in bringing her lips together with Marian's.

You grin contentedly as the lovers make out on your bidding. Isabela's hands find her wife's, helping her out of her heavy gauntlets. Meanwhile, Marian draws the daggers from Isabela's belt and flings them away. Thankfully, not in your direction.

Her hands freed, Hawke wastes no time at all in cupping and jiggling Isabela's bountiful breasts. She seems as truly enamoured by them as any man. You wonder if the captain's wonderful assets were what initially attracted the Kirkwall noble to her.

“That's enough.” You decide. “Come, sit with me.”

The two women dance to your tune, despite their obvious wishes to simply be together.

Isabela sits at your left, Marian at your right, just as it was at Skyhold. The bed creaks under your combined weight. Well, okay, mostly yours, but Hawke was still wearing some of her armour.

“Marian, why don't you show your lady love how it is you won the Inquisition's aid?” You say, your lips curling into a devious smirk.

With a touch of trepidation, Marian lowers her head, taking your cock into her mouth. You groan with delight, glad to be back in the Champion's mouth after edging along for so long.

“Did you know she sucked my cock to get help?” You ask Isabela wickedly. “It's true.”

You stare intently at Isabela's exotic features as you speak. Despite her free-spirited nature, you see she is a little aggravated over the things you made Marian do to you, the very same things you're having her repeated right now.

“I guess there's nothing Lady Hawke here wouldn't do for Bethany.” You say, stroking the warrior's short black hair as she takes you deep in her throat. “Not only did she join the Inquisition, she blew me in front of my entire court!”

Looking up from your crotch at Isabela, the normally proud Hawke's cheeks redden with embarrassment and shame.

“Sisterly devotion of that calibre's rarely seen these days.” You chuckle, extricating your cock from Marian's delightful mouth. “It warms the cockles of my heart, really.”

“Why don't the two of you share my cock?” You add.

Once again compelled to obey your whims, the two beauties lower their heads in unison, sharing a kiss around your cock. Isabela's massive tits brush against your bare leg as she stoops to suck you off. You'd love to free them from the confines of her white bodice, but right now, the ministrations of the happy couple are so good you simply sit back and enjoy it.

The two women's mouths go in opposite directions as they part.

Isabela's lips glide up your member, teasing the sensitive red head of your prick before engulfing it. You exhale with delight as the brown-skinned woman takes more and more of you inside her. You idly wonder if she's ever had to give out blowjobs to her crew when the wages were slim. She certainly seems practised at bringing a man pleasure with just her lips and tongue.

Meanwhile, Hawke's mouth goes down, towards the root of your shaft, then your sack. As she dutifully sucks on your balls, you muse that Marian's dedication will take her far in the Inquisition.

You know you can't last long with this wonderful pair working on you. Five minutes of agonizing pleasure pass before you realise you just physically can't bite your lip and will yourself to endure some more of Isabela and Hawke's talented work.

Deciding to leave Isabela with one last humiliation, to show her who's really in charge, you withdraw your cock from the tantalising touch of their mouths.

Aiming squarely at Marian's face, you command her to stay still while your hands find your ragingly erect member.

Jerking off with the feverish speed of a man possessed, it's only a few moments before you cum, erupting spurt after spurt of your foul-smelling seed onto Marian Hawke's face.

Your load coats the jaw, face and even the fringe of the blue-eyed woman. Your breathing's heavy as you finally let up, having left an imposing cumshot on Hawke's beautiful face.

Feeling particularly cruel, you pull the blue bandana off Isabela's head, and use it to clean your slimy cock.

You go to hand the bandana to Marian to clean herself up, before thinking better of it.

“Clean her off. With your tongue.” You smirk at Isabela.

Isabela openly shoots daggers at you, but there's simply nothing she can do.

Willed to it by your magic, the piratess goes about licking up your cum from her wife's face. She starts from the bottom, clearing her chin before licking up towards her other features.

Isabela spits a mouthful of your rank seed onto the deck, before you amend your order, telling her that she must also swallow everything she licks off Hawke's face.

You watch with smug contentment as the captain is reduced to swallowing mouthful after mouthful of your cum.

You're currently flaccid, but if anything could get you hard again after the double blowjob you just received, this was it.