Invitation

You find yourself juggling between your official role as Lord Inquisitor and helping your companions with their personal requests; from helping with Dorian's family issues to Cullen's lyrium addiction, you were quite the busy man, and only the daily sex sessions with the Inquisition's women proved helpful in alleviating the fatigue you were accumulating.

"Oh fuck, Inky... it feels so painful, so why's it feel good!?"

Indeed, you were busy fucking Sera in the ass, your cock stretching out her insides and reducing the feisty prankster Elf into putty with the sexual pleasure she received from anal sex.

"That... Sera... is anal sex," You said, panting with each thrust, "It's painful, but always feels damn good once you get used to it."

You honestly hadn't expected Sera of all people to be receptive to the idea of having sex with you, much less with any man; because all the other women in Skyhold were busy servicing others or doing their work, only Sera was there to entertain you. She was a stone-cold lesbian through and through, and even the Throne's magic had problems altering that at first. Turns out that with enough patience and constantly seeing sex in every corner of Skyhold, Sera's patience has finally snapped.

And now you were introducing her to the wonders of sex with the opposite gender.

The poor Elf was moaning deliriously, her squinted eyes shedding tears and her pussy leaking rivers of pussy juice that stained the bedsheets, the smell of sweat and sex mixing into a potent cocktail that addled her senses.

"Oh shit, oh fuck! I-I think I'm going to-!"

The both of you let out cries of pleasure as you reached your climax, and as your cock softened, you pulled out of Sera's pussy to see rivers of your own semen leaking out of her womb, the poor Elf collapsing onto the bed in exhaustion.

"Well, now you know how good it is to fuck a man," You said to Sera, the Elf too tired to respond, "Next time you need a fuck, you can just ask any man here and they'll give you a good time."

Other than that, every day was the usual; either you fucking the Inquisition's women or your allies.

One time, you were busy fucking one of your Dalish agents whilst Leliana herself was being gangbanged by a group of virile young Elven men.

Then there was Josephine fucking the son of a Dalish Clan Keeper as you fucked the Keeper herself and her three daughters, the older woman very much experienced in sex.

Then you were busy fucking some Dwarven delegates from Orzammar who came to request additional food and soldiers in exchange for favourable trade rights.

All in all, you feel great after helping them with their problems, and in return they feel they owed you something which you want to hold on in the future.

"And that is all for today's report, Inquisitor," Said Josephine, her quill scribbling swiftly on her clipboard, "Oh, and I almost forgot, this just came in today. It's an invitation letter from Empress Celene."

"Oh really? What does it say?" You question.

"It says that you are invited to attend the masquerade ball being held at the Winter Palace in Halamshiral, to honor our contribution in helping Orlais brace herself in what was undoubtedly its toughest times in recent memories," Josie said, "As such, you are the guest of honour, and will enjoy great privilege most guests do not receive from the Empress."

You highly suspect the 'privileges' to be of a highly erotic nature, and your cock was already standing erect at the thought of it.

"So what do you say, Your Worship?" Asked Josie, "Shall I make the necessary arrangements?"

"Well, we have been busy busting our asses off these past few weeks hunting Venatori anywhere we can find and me helping with some of you personal requests... I believe we all deserve some fun," You said with a smirk, "Besides, this is the chance I can get near to Celene and have her wrapped around my finger."

Josie and Cassandra resist the urge to roll their eyes at your bold statement, though the Antivan diplomat looks eager to attend the ball.

"Then I shall quickly draft the necessary letters, Your Worship," Josie said smilingly.

Edited by ebanu