See Scout Harding.

Ignoring the mage and the warrior, you decide to spend some time with the adorable rogue that is Scout Harding.

When she spots you approaching her, the redheaded dwarf cutely hops up from the bench she was relaxing on to greet you.

"Inquisitor, hey!" The surfaceborn woman smiles. As you come within touching distance of her, Harding delivers the customary kiss to the head of your cock. Because you're standing, she actually has to pull your cock down and stand ever so slightly on her tiptoes so she can reach it.

The dwarven lips on your member get it to perk up a little bit. You're sure Harding notices.

"Scout Harding." You nod casually, as if her greeting hadn't involved such a public display of affection.

"So, what brings you to this part of Skyhold?" Harding wonders. "You're not here to sign up for dance class, are you?"

You can't be bothered standing as you make friendly smalltalk with the scout, so you head to the bench and steal her seat.

"That would depend on the type of dancing going on." You smirk.

"It's mostly Ferelden folk styles this month, with a little - oh." Harding blushes when she gets your meaning.

"You're not sending me out on a mission?" Harding asks. You shake your head. "Maker, it's been a while."

Harding had a point. Ever since your acquired your Throne, you had been leaving Skyhold less and less. After all, why spend your days trudging around some forest or another, collecting shards and fighting off bandits like a peasant, when you could stay in the comfort of your castle, getting blowjobs from Leliana and Josephine all day long?

These days, you simply paid Bull's Chargers to handle that sort of stuff, only personally leaving Skyhold for certain political factors or if a rift opened on top of something actually important.

Needless to say, your more withdrawn attitude to saving Thedas had left Scout Harding with precious little to do. Until now, of course.

As she takes a seat next to you on the bench, you idly jerk your cock. Scout Harding seems to get your hint.

"Want some help with that?" The restless archer asks.

"That would be wonderful." You smile.

Putting her legs up on the bench, Harding crawls towards you, until her head hangs over your lap.

As she slowly takes your cock, Harding stares up at you with her lovely green eyes. It's clear that, just like in her scouting, Harding really wants to please you.

Your hand slides down her body as she takes you deeper, eventually stopping on her ass. You rub the dwarf's firm backside through her trousers, eventually giving her a light spank or two.

Lace seems to enjoy this, as she only redoubles her efforts to service you, bringing her freckled face closer and closer to the base of your cock.

Though you don't have much experience with them, you're always impressed by how well dwarves can take your sizeable cock. They were a hardy people, and Harding is definitely a fine specimen. If an inexperienced elven cocksucker had tried to take you as deeply and as quickly as Harding currently was, they'd doubtless be gagging like there was no tomorrow.

As Harding reached the base of your shaft, you stroked her gingery hair and cooed encouragements. There was a sizeable bulge that, on her smaller dwarven face, made your already considerable cock look like that of an Ogre's.

After a few deliriously pleasurable moments inside Harding's mouth, she quickly withdraws from your cock, leaving a spit-trail between your drenched cocks and her lips.

"Whoa, have you seen that?!" Harding asks, some wonder and delight in her voice, as she points across the courtyard. Awaiting your response, Harding returns her efforts to sucking and teasing your cockhead.

You follow the dwarf's hand, only to see she's pointing at the stables. You've got a decent view inside from here.

Turns out you were right. What you saw as you went past was not a fantasy, or the temptations of a Desire Demon, but reality.

Vivienne, the only reminder of her position or love of high fashion being her horned hat, is on all fours in the stables, hay stuck to parts of her naked body by Maker knows what.

Ser Blackwell kneels behind, remorselessly pounding her pussy.

You can't help but laugh at the image. Between Vivienne on all fours, with her horns and roars of pleasure, it's almost as if Vivienne is a high dragon, and Blackwall the giant fucking her.

"Hmm." You smile, looking from the erotic tableau in the stables to the dwarf dutifully drenching your dick in her spittle. "Maybe we should go over there. What do you think?"

Harding comes up for air, and delivers her input...