Touring the garden

The very same evening, someone was knocking the door of your chamber. Sensing that it must be important, you walk to the door and open it up only to recognize the forms of the three handmaidens that follow the Empress everywhere, led by Lady Couteau.

"Good evening Inquisitor," Said Lady Couteau with a smooth curtsey, "We are sorry to disturb your rest, but Her Majesty wishes to take you on a tour of her garden."

Failing to see anything wrong with it, you reply, "Very Well. Tell Her Majesty I need to change into something appropriate, and I will join her shortly."

"Of course, Inquisitor," Said Couteau smilingly, "We shall be waiting outside."

Five minutes later, you were dressed in the finest attire fitting your masculine stature. Closing the door, you turn to the handmaidens and said, "Pardon the wait, ladies! Please, lead the way."

Wrapping your arms around the other two, the handmaidens all giggle at the gesture and take comfort in your touch as they lead you to the garden. Meticulously pruned and cared for with the utmost patience and diligence, the gardens of the Orlesian Imperial Palace are a magnificent wonder few can replicate elsewhere, save perhaps in Tevinter. It was akin to a masterpiece painted on a canvas of glass, easily shattered and lost at the slightest damage.

A short walk later, you meet with the empress and her small retinue of servants, though in the corner of your eyes you could see guards discreetly hiding themselves.

Your group bows to the Empress with due respect, the handmaidens in your arms smoothly disentangling themselves as they go to her side.

"Good evening to you to, Inquisitor. I hope I did not interrupt your rest this evening," She said smilingly.

"Not at all, Your Majesty, I already had enough sleep during the journey; it was just a short nap," You reply, "And truthfully, I do not mind waking up to this beautiful sight - both the garden and you."

"Oh you, such a flatterer," Said Celene, "Then let us take a walk through the garden; I have many things I wish to talk with you about today."

Celene offers you a hand, which you politely take as you walk through the gardens.

Truth be told, however, the walk through the garden was far more boring than you thought; you couldn't give two fucks about flowers and bushes - though they were beautiful specimens, regardless - but you feigned interest nonetheless to keep up your appearances.

Celene, however, was not so easily fooled.

Sensing that you got bored, the Empress offered for you to sit down on a bench, which you promptly did as she clapped her hand, summoning her handmaidens.

"Ladies! Entertain the Inquisitor as best as you can," She orders her handmaidens, "And please make sure to fully relieve him of his fatigue; he must be tired coming all the way here from Skyhold."

Quickly, all three handmaidens kneel in front of you, unbuckling your pants and revealing your massive cock. Lady Couteau casually swallows your shaft in one practiced move, her lips humming in delight as she effortlessly takes in your entire length while the other two suckle your balls, their velvet gloved-hands gently caressing your sperm sacks and your asshole.

Lady Couteau brute-**** herself down up and down your length, tears smudging her makeup and forming black streaks down her face, past that lacy mask that blocked her eyes as distinct slurping sounds mixed with slight ****. You had to admit, her practiced touch made her far more enjoyable than some other women, and you applauded her professionalism in the face of the massive obstacle your cock posed.

The other handmaiden hungrily suck in your balls with their cheeks hollowing in, licking and moaning as they felicitously service your ballsacks, hungrily sniffing your husky scent and fingering your asshole with a practiced rhythm.

At one point, you pull out of Lady Couteau to throatfuck the left handmaiden and slapped her with it. Then, you pull out again to throat fuck the handmaiden on the right. As you alternate between them the Empress and her retinue continued to watch, 'ooh's and 'aah's muttered by the women watching while the Empress failed spectacularly in trying to hide her blush.

Seeing this, you send several waves of the Throne magic to her. No one notice the cause behind her sudden torrential sweat, short breaths and most certainly not the juices trickling from her pussy.

Feeling yourself reach the brink, you grab Lady Couteau's head and violently throat fuck her one last time and ordered the other two to suck the sides of your length faster. With a grunt, you push yourself out of Couteau's mouth and ran to some nearby rose bushes, releasing massive amount of hot, viscous sperm onto them until your dick goes limp.

"Hahhh..that's the stuff," You sighed in relief, "Maker, your handmaidens are some of the best, Your Majesty!"

The retinue gasped in shock, the Empress saying in shock, "Inquisitor! That was my most prized roses. Now it will take a long time to regrow them!"

"Really?" You look at the roses again, replying with a smirk, "Well, they now have extra nutrients for healthy and speedy growth, don't you think?"

"Well, um... yes, yes, you are right. Anyway, it seems the sun's setting, and my servant just informed me that the dance hall is ready. I'll be expecting you there, Inquisitor," Said Celene, "Especially since you chose to cum on my prized roses."

"As Her Majesty Commands," You said, bowing with dramatic flair.