Help and then train

Over the next few days, you embarked on another journey elsewhere, this time involving the inquisition's only Seeker, Cassandra. The woman has been asking for your help in locating the missing Lord Lucius and the remaining Templars that had joined him, and Leliana's intel located them at Caer Oswin, once the seat of Bann Loren of Ferelden.

Reports suggested that a group of cults has recently overthrown Bann Loren and uses his castle as base of operations. Taking Dorian, Cole and Cassandra with you as a group, you travelled to the castle, where you immediately engaged in bloody battle with the cultists.

Depraved and crazed beyond measure, the cultists showed no inclination towards talks or peaceful settlement, and there was only one way you could ever deal with such crazed fanatics.

Killing everyone in your path, you and your group managed to reach Lord Lucius, the old man standing between you and the rest of the cultists. One look at him, and you could tell that this man was far different from the Lord Lucius you encountered in Val Royeaux; where the impostor demon was arrogant and full of hubris, the eyes of the Lucius before you had the glint of a true believer in his path, tempered with wisdom borne of experience.

"Cassandra," He said.

"Lord Seeker Lucius," Said Cassandra, eyes dangerously narrowed.

"I believe you have many questions for me, Cassandra," Said Lucius, "So I will answer the most demanding ones; yes, I am indeed before you, and with the cultists. I killed many Seekers and did much harm to the order, coordinating these cultists against them."

"Why, then?" Asked Cassandra, "Why do you harm the order so?"

"Harm? Cassandra, the Order of Seekers has done far too much harm to other innocents," Said Lucius, "We were deranged and dangerous, we had to be stopped. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Lucius threw a thick tome at Cassandra's feet, emblazoned with the sigil of an eye with a sword - the sigil of the Seekers.

"The secrets of our order, passed to me after the former Lord Seeker was slain," Said Lucius.

Cassandra picked it up and hoisted it to her waist, and said to Lucius, "Even if you believe it so, does it excuse the atrocities you've done? The innocent Seekers who, for all I know, are guilty of nothing?"

"Are you saying they are not held accountable for the Order's horrors at all? That they never participated in its wrongdoings, intentionally or otherwise?" Lucius retorted, "Clearly, you need to open your eyes to the reality-"

With a snarl, Cassandra drew her sword, pointing it at Lucius, ending

It was a brief and tense battle, the fanaticism of the cultists proving a great problem in bolstering their morale, but they were mere beings of flesh and blood, who bled and died as easily as other livings beings, and soon, you delivered the final blow upon Lucius, severely injuring him as he lost his sword and shield and stumbled to the ground.

"... Even if you kill me, Cassandra," Said Lucius, bloodied and half-dead, "The chains of the past cannot escape you. You cannot hope to ever blind yourself to the reality, no matter how bitter it is, no matter how much you want to deny it."

With a raging cry, Cassandra beheaded Lucius, his head rolling on the grassy ground.

"You alright, Cassandra?" You asked.

"I... I'm fine, Inquisitor," Said Cassandra, "Let's return to Skyhold."

For the entire journey back, Cassandra was exceedingly distant to you and your companions. Each time they asked her, she would reply with clipped sentences or single-word replies, her eyes mindlessly gazing over the landscape.

Soon enough, she invited you to her room.

And without warning, the Seeker began kissing you ferociously, foregoing any thought of prudishness or sternness.

"Mm... take me, Inquisitor," Said Cassandra, "Fuck me silly."

Who were you to deny such a direct and forward request?

And so, here you are, lying on the bed as the naked Seeker enthusiastically rode you like a hung stallion, her pussy swallowing your cock hungrily as her hips humped against yours. Cassandra was normally a very stern, professional woman, but she threw that all out the window, moaning wantonly like a common prostitute.

'Maybe she's one of those woman who like to dominate in private,' You thought.

Sensing that you were reaching your climax, you hold her ass firmly as you hammered your cock in and out of her pussy hard; even with the power of the Throne, you could only last for so long under an aggressive ****.

Seeing you tighten your features, Cassandra intensified her rhythm, her perky breasts hypnotically jiggling in front of your eyes.

Finally, you grunted, holding her arse hard on your lap and growling a bestial groan as your cock fired a steady stream of cum inside of her. Cassandra, who had been panting and screaming into your ear, brought her lips to yours and kissed you desperately during your mutual orgasm. She finally slumped onto your chest, passing out with a silly smile plastered on your face.

"Your thing... it's messing me up," Cassandra muttered.

An hour later, you leave a very satisfied Seeker alone in her room, and decide to take a walk before catching Kieran reading books in the garden. You had a feeling that you hadn't spent enough time with him as his father, and decided to rectify that.

"Hi Kieran, what are you doing out here?" You said, trying to start the conversation.

"Afternoon, Father. Nothing really, just reading books on many things that mother told me to," He replied.

"Is that right?" You said, skimming through a few pages of other books.

The conversation between the two of you rolled naturally, and from there you and Kieran talked about many things, from your adventures with Morrigan during the Fifth Blight, the ups and downs you experienced and even the more adult things in life, something you struggled to speak plainly to your son without getting a beet red face.

You then talk to him about doing some physical training and putting some muscles on his skinny form. Kieran proved **** at first, but you soon convince him with the fact if they were someone agile enough or brute enough to shrug of his magic, a sword may be the difference between life and ****. Like many others, he wished to live, and so he accepted your offer.

You bring him to training ground where several recruits were currently training. There, you greeted the man-at-arms who oversaw their progress. The man in charge just smiled menacingly at Kieran and said to him, "Don't worry lad, many young boys start training at your age. If you don't believe me, ask your father; he had to do the same, especially as the son of a noble."

Kieran swallowed nervously, not reassured in the slightest by the man's words.

The boy began his training under the trainer's watchful eye, with you watching by the sidelines. You both give him a few pointers on how to swing a sword, and though he was rough around the edges, Kieran manages to grasp the fundamentals.

After a day's training, Kieran finally got to have some rest, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

"You're doing alright, kid. A few more tries, and you will get the basics right," The man said, laughing hard.

"Thank you sir, I didn't know it'd be this hard and tiring. All this time watching from the side makes it looks easy," Kieran sheepishly replied.

The man just patted his back and walked away as the sky began to darken.

With the day done, you and Kieran had dinner with the whole inner circle where they talk and have a good laugh to everyone's stories. Varric, cheeky little bugger he was, offered to teach Kieran some tricks on playing Wicked Grace before being bonked on the head by Morrigan, the Witch of the Wilds sternly rebuking the Dwarf author like a mother scolding a naughty schoolboy.

You merely laugh at them in good-natured amusement.

(Thanks to Ebanu8 for the edit and adding and fixing the dialogues)