Proposition the bard.

Approaching Maryden, you expose your cock. All while skillfully strumming her lute, she gracefully bends down to kiss your drooling tip.

"How about a more private performance?" You ask the musician. She drops her lute in delight as she agrees.

"Herald, I'd be honored!" She gasps, following you upstairs.

-

Less than five minutes later, you're sat on the edge of a particularly lumpy bed. Of couse, it's hard to care much about that when the minstrel's clothes are crumpled up in a corner and she's on her knees between your legs.

Currently, Maryden is worshipping your heavy balls, taking them in her mouth one at a time, drenching them with her spit. All the while her fingers deftly work your ragingly hard cock. All her years of practice strumming instruments are paying dividends here. The bard's able to make your cock sing as well as any lute or violin.

Taking your mighty "wizard's staff" in your own hand, you slap Maryden with it a couple of times, wordlessly informing her that she's paid enough attention to your sensitive balls, and it's not time for her to move on.

Maryden sportingly agrees, releasing your nuts from her wet kiss and transferring attention to your cock. She traces the length of your shaft with an eloquent tongue, starting from the base and finishing by gently swirling her tongue across your cockhead, coming away with a taste of your pre-cum for her efforts.

With her lips so close to your cock, you can't resist taking a bit more initiative. Seizing her head, you pull Maryden down, roughly skewering her skull on the pike that is your cock. The singer's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't try to pull away or resist you.

You laugh inwardly as you imagine Maryden one day writing a tavern song about how Andraste's chosen took her upstairs and facefucked her like a common Orlesian whore. Of course, that would depend on your rough mouthfuck not damaging that beautiful voice of hers...

Maryden is so engrossed in being brutally forcefed your member, that she doesn't hear the admittedly light footsteps at the door.

Not pausing in your **** on the bardess' face, you look up. Sera stands in the doorway. There's an impish look on the elf's face as she moves closer, using all her considerable stealth skills. She raises a finger to her lips, asking you not to betray her presence. You conspiratorially nod back.

As she gets closer to Maryden, the blonde thief gets on her hands and knees, closing the rest of the gap by crawling. Maryden only becomes aware of the lusty little rabbit when Sera slides between her legs and begins licking her pussy.

The look of surprise on Maryden's face is priceless, although it doesn't stay as a look of shock for very long...

You have a feeling Maryden'll definitely be writing a song about what happens next...