The Diplomatic Approach.

Much as you enjoy strong-arming Orlesian nobles, perhaps it's time you give diplomacy a shot. You're certain that if anyone can put an end to an eight hundred-year-old feud, it's Josephine.

"We'll invite both Lords to Skyhold." you decide. "I'm confident they'll see our side of things..."

With Leliana and Josephine's lips perched on either side of your shaft, you guide their mouths up and down your throbbing length. Your orgasm steadily approaching, you speed up the pace until the advisor's heads become faint blurs as you thrust yourself between their plump lips.

It isn't long before you surrender to your climax. The first blast of cum erupts from your tip, overshooting both ladies' heads as it splatters across the War Table, toppling Cullen's infantry and leaving a thick, white bridge connecting the Emerald Graves to the shores of Kirkwall.

Not keen on seeing your load simply rain over the Storm Coast, you make a quick adjustment.

Steering the girls towards your bell-end, the two share a sloppy kiss against your cumming tip- every pulse from your member coating their swirling tongues in another rope of creamy spunk, letting the strands web between their tongues as they swap the sticky treat back and forth.

By the time your orgasm finally subsides, each girl finds themselves with a full mouth of cum. With exaggerated swallows, Leliana and Josephine proudly display their now-spotless tongues before turning and showing them off to each other with girlish giggles. As cum trickles down both their chins, you give your female advisors a few playful slaps with your spent prick.

“Mmm, another productive War Table meeting…” you coo as Leliana’s skilled fingers coax the last few drops of cum from your shaft like information from a prisoner while Lady Josephine laps it up neatly like a hungry kitten.

“Right, Cullen?” you murmur, deciding that you might as well get back to business. “...Cullen?”

Glancing around the room, you notice that not only has the blonde ex-Templar left the room—he left the council doors wide open, allowing anyone to watch you getting your knob polished.

“He left moments ago...” Leliana explains evenly. "Clutching those little figures you stained.”

“I took notes on everything if you wish to review them, Your Worship,” Josephine offers.

You almost laugh at her words, but she soon surprises you by producing a sheet of paper that, despite the hint of drool on the margins, is littered with the Antivan's impeccable handwriting.

“I’m sure the Inquisitor has more important matters that require his time,” Leliana counters.

While the Ambassador clearly would prefer keeping the subject on official Inquisition business, she accepts her friend’s input, allowing you an escape from listening to any more dull politics.

As you exit the War Room, a gust of frigid mountain air hits you from the giant hole in the wall that no has bothered to repair yet. Reaching the wooden door connected to Josephine's office, you turn the knob but suddenly stop when you hear voices coming from the other side.