[Trespasser] Fast-forward two years.

The past two years have been good to you. Since Corypheus' ****, you've only grown fatter, lustier and more corrupt.

Unfortunately, the wave of adulation you've been content to coast on since closing the Breach seems to be coming to an end. Despite the favour of Divine Victoria, Ferelden has begun to call for the Inquisition's disbandment. Orlais seems willing to let the organisation continue on, albeit with diminished power and more accountability.

You are currently travelling to the Winter Palace, where a meeting of the Council of Heralds will determine the Inquisition's ultimate fate.

It's summer, so you ride in an open-topped carriage, pulled along by a pair of battlenugs.

Your advisors, Josephine, Cullen and Leliana's replacement, the elf spy, Charter, ride a short distance behind on horses.

As you approach Halamshiral, Calpernia does her best to make you forget your troubles, plying your cock with her practiced mouth.

After 700+ days and nights of servicing you, the depowered mage had become quite skilled indeed at the art of sucking cock.

You'd even been **** to make Calpernia your primary cocksleeve after Morrigan had slipped away. At least without her magic, there was little to no risk of Calpernia pulling the same stunt on you.

You reach down with your left hand to appreciatively stroke the blonde's head, but before you know it, you're seizing her by the hair and using it to more effectively facefuck her.

Tears stream down your favourite Vint's freckled face as you mercilessly work her skull up and down your shaft. It's as satisfying to hear her gag for you as it was on the day you defeated Corypheus.

Unfortunately, your fun is cut short by a stabbing pain in every inch of your left arm. You unconsciously let go of Calpernia as you cry out, clutching your glowing, marked limb.

Josephine is quick to ride to your side, reaching out to you with concern.

"Did it happen again?" The Antivan asks, alarm and sadness heavy in her voice.

"Damn thing keeps acting up!" You snarl, as the pain slowly abates. "Hasn't hurt this much since Haven."

"I've noticed these instances of pain are only getting more frequent." Josephine worries.

"It's nothing." You say quickly, attempting to assure yourself as much as her. "I just need something to take my mind off it."

Luckily for you, you're travelling with a very attractive, blonde, submissive "something".

Under your orders, Calpernia works to return you to your former level of arousal, while Josephine advises you.

"Look in the camps." Josephine gestures to the groups of Orlesian and Ferelden troops on either side of the road.

"Celene has asked Briala to sit on the Council." Josephine informs you. From a raised patio area, the elf acknowledges you with a nod.

"What about Ferelden?" You ask Josephine, while Calpernia slobbers over your cock. Were the mage's hair a little darker, this would all be just like old times.

"Queen Anora and King Alistair have sent Arlessa Isolde." Josephine says. Even as she observes the political arena, Lady Montilyet can't help but steal glances at you and your cockslave.

Looking to the Ferelden host, you see a regal-looking older woman with auburn hair. That must be the Arl of Redcliffe's hot, foreign wife.

"Well, here we are again. The Winter Palace." Josephine said, looking at the building's impressive facade.

This was your third visit, and your first time seeing the palace during the day. On your first two visits, you'd had only the objective of fucking as many desirable women as possible. This time, you would be fighting for your Inquisition's very life.

Not that you would be ignoring the "desirable women" aspect of Halamshiral. In fact, there was one woman here you very much planned to meet.

You'd heard she looked positively Divine.