Pussies and Cookies

"Dragons Breath, the Qunari do love their metaphors." Leliana says, placing her hand on the back of Josephine's head and pushing her down to the base of your cock. The Spymasters' fingers fondle your balls while she talks to you.

"Qunari agents moving around through eluvians is bad enough, let's hope that they aren't actually using a dragon." Cullen says.

After you got back, you really needed to both unwind and brief your advisers, so Josephine and Leliana are helping you relax.

"But i can't understand why they accused the Inquisition of serving Fen'Harel.." Leliana wonders.

"Well, Mythal's real, why not Fen'Harel?" You say.

Josephine pulls her head off your cock, multiple strings of spit trailing from her lips to your shaft, and she adds in.

"But what made them think that? What made them think we serve this Fen'Harel?" She asks, wrapping her hand around your shaft and sliding her hand up and down the length.

"We interrogated the Ben-Hassrath you brought back, but it appears the Viddasala compartmentalized as much as possible. They knew little more than Ruvena does, perhaps the Viddasala knows about the Throne, and anticipated that you would capture and turn her forces?" Leliana says.

"That's not a good thought. She may even be planning or building something that could neutralize the Throne's powers, if she specializes in getting rid of dangerous magic. So we're done questioning them? They'll be added to my personal guard?" You ask.

Leliana nods.

You grin, imagining you sitting on your throne at Skyhold. Jane on your left side, and hopefully the Viddasala on your right side, flanking you as the leaders of your guard. And of course, Sera in the middle, in between your legs, doing her wifely duty.

"Now we just have to figure out what their plan truly is, our only lead is the Viddasala." Leliana says.

Just then, the door opens, and both the Fereldan and Orlesian ambassadors barge in.

"My apologies, Your Worship, but there has been an incident." Briala says.

"What kind of game are you people playing?!?" Isolde says angrily. "It was bad enough you chose NOT to inform us about the dead Qunari, but now your soldiers are harassing and assaulting servants?? In broad daylight!?!"

You roll your eyes, and point at your cock.

Briala walks forward towards you, and Isolde gives an exasperated sigh before following.

Leliana and Josephine shuffle out of the way, and Briala gets down on her knees, planting a drawn out kiss right onto your cockhead, keeping her eyes locked on yours.

The elven ambassador moves out of the way, and Isolde gets down next to her, glaring at you before shifting her eyes to your dick and leaning in to kiss the tip.

The second her lips make contact, you grab the back of her head and slam your cock into her throat.

She squirms and whines, her fingers weakly gripping onto your pants, but you keep pulling back and slamming into her mouth again and again. The wet sounds of her so rarely fucked throat getting pounded like a street whore filled the small war room.

"Now that this whiny bitch is occupied, Briala, can you explain?"

Briala smiles at the sight of the Arlessa, who's eyeliner has started to run as your cock pistons in and out of her esophagus.

"There is an incident in the western courtyard, one of your guards approached a servant and began yelling at them, forcing them to drop what they were carrying and drawing a crowd."

You grunted, and not just because of the tight, stuck up throat wrapped around your cock.

"Cullen, send some guards to lock down the area. I'll be there in a second, after i teach this royal slut some manners."

Cullen saluted and left, but Briala stayed, she was enjoying this too much.

"You know, Isolde." you start. "I met your son, Conner, at Redcliffe. He told me about the desire demon that possessed him when he was a kid."

"Did you know that Desire Demons have a nasty habit of **** their victims? Your son lost his virginity to a desire demon, and i bet she fucked your husband too."

You slammed into her throat faster now, and you saw more tears rolling down her cheeks.

"And you know what he confided in me? He said that the Demon did it multiple times, once she even bounced on his young cock while wearing your face." You tell her before hilting your cock inside her mouth, and then cumming, releasing all of your sperm into the slutty noble's throat.

Her mostly inexperienced mouth still managed to suck you dry, and you felt her shaking, her hips shifting, and you knew that she had cum from just the **** and the humiliation alone.

You pulled your cock out, and two last spurts of cum shot out and draped over her forehead.

You got up, and she collapsed forward onto the chair you had left, breathing heavily and crying.

Leliana and Josephine had already gotten dressed, and Briala was already leaving the room.

You left the war room with only a last glance at the disgraced Arlessa.

Walking through the western courtyard, you quickly found a large crowd held back by your personal guard.

Everyone kept at least three feet back from the vicious-looking Avvar warriors.

Stepping through the crowd, you found the elven scout you face-fucked earlier, an elven servant, one of your Elite Hakkonites, and an Orlesian Chevalier.

"Inquisitor-Master, the Orlesians tried to take one of our people prisoner, we've secured the area." The tall bare-chested elite barbarian said. You saw some short blonde hair under her hood. Most Hakkonites preferred to keep their heads shaved or very short, but that changed when they went under your control. Some of them still do, but quite a few don't.

"This is the Winter Palace!" The Chevalier said, clearly trying to seem authoritative, but also clearly unnerved by the Avvar. "You cannot just.. seize control here, when one of YOUR guards attacks a servant!"

"We are the Inquisition, and this is an Inquisition matter, Lowlander." She said with a sneer, her frozen weapons glowing slightly brighter, and the Guard took a step back from her.

"I only asked what he was doing!" The Inquisition scout protested.

"And when i refused to bow to you dogs, you attacked me!" The servant retorted.

She turned back to you, and asked. "How would you like us to handle this, Master?"

You looked over the scene, and immediately noticed a large container of Gaatlok. Shit.

"How the fuck did that get here?!?" You asked angrily.

"It's a wine container, for the guests." The servant insisted.

"You're lying!" The elven scout said.

You grunted.

"Alright, we're taking the servant in for questioning. As for the scout, she should not have attacked a servant, and her punishment is to be used freely by the Orlesian guards for the next few hours. I can also throw in one of my Personal Guard, if you wish?"

Everyone's jaws dropped (except the Avvar's, she simply looked at the Orlesian and asked "Snu-Snu?")

"Uhm, that is.. very generous Inquisitor, but that is not necessary, we will accept the scout, however." He looked up nervously at the Barbarian.

An Avvar stepped forward and grabbed the servant, leading him away. An Orlesian Chevalier did the same to the elven scout, much to her confused protests.

You waved your hand, and the Hakkonites dispersed the crowd.

The elite handed you a letter. "We found this, but could not translate it."

You looked around, and quickly spotted Leliana watching you from the armory.

Walking over to her, you explained the problem and gave her the note.

"Smile Inquisitor, many eyes are upon us." She said bluntly.

"Oh, there are, are there?" You say cheekily, and then you grab the redhead's shoulders and pull her into a deep kiss. You feel her hips grind against you, and she immediately reciprocates the kiss after getting over her surprise.

You ran your fingers through her short, fiery red head, and continued the kiss for several more seconds before breaking away.

Leliana looked sufficiently flustered, a red blush over her cheeks and a slight smile on her lips.

"There, now they've either stopped looking, or they're masturbating."

Leliana shot a mock glare at you, unable to keep her smile away.

"I am able to read some Qunlat, let me see that note."

"Hmm... it mentions something about an Eluvian by a 'bookcase' as where the Viddasala is next." She says, scanning the note.

"Wonderful! We have a lead! I want the palace and all other major palaces purged of Gaatlock, all servants and guards checked for leaks, i want the servant we captured properly interrogated, and i want heavier guard around both the Eluvian and my Personal Quarters."

"It will be done, Your Worship." Leliana said before walking away.

On your way back to your chambers, you found several Ben-Hassrath agents and assassins standing around in a group, talking to the Hakkonites guarding your chambers.

Four of the seven agents were still wearing the flimsy light 'Antaam-saar' that they were before, with red ropes adorning their bodies connected to black fabric (originally blue but replaced with black) covering their breasts, as well as basic black leather pants. The other three had removed the upper section of the armor completely, replacing it with red Vitaar like what the Antaam are known for wearing, leaving their upper bodies just as bare as the Avvar. They were given better swords, and some of them had shields now.

The five assassins still wore their black chest plates that exposed their navels, and their black reinforced leather trousers and bracers, which had red ropes adorning both sections of armor like the Agents. They carried a small wicker-looking shield strapped to their left arm, and two massive daggers, long enough to be short swords, in their hands.

The Qunari were only slightly taller than the Avvar women, and they all turned to look at you when they noticed the Avvar snapping to attention and saluting.

"Ah! Inquisitor! We are the new forces for your Personal Guard. Feel free to command us however you wish, Kadan." One of the Agents wearing Vitaar said.

You grinned, you were gonna have some fun with them later, but first; Sera promised you something special when you came back.

"'Is Sera in our room?"

The Agent shook her head.

"Your companion headed to the kitchens with Commander Swift-Arrow, and she mentioned something about.. Defransdim?" The Qunari agent said, asking the last part to one of the assassins, who nodded.

"Deaf ram's deem?" You repeat, confused.

"Defransdim, it means.. she said.. 'Cock'? Cock and Balls, Genitals, you know?"

"Yeah that sounds like Sera"

"She also asked for a... Saartoh Nehrappan" The assassin added.

You raised your eyebrow and looked at the agent.

"It... is better if you do not know, Kadan, i don't even know where we could find something like that, maybe it could be crafted..." She said, looking sheepish.

You sighed, and headed over to the servant's kitchens, back on the other side of the Palace courtyard.

Maker you hate walking.

On your way there, You heard something and stopped.

Looking around, you saw a naked elven woman with short blonde hair bouncing on a large Orlesian Guard's cock. You noticed that this was the scout you sentenced to public use. She cried a little with each thrust into her tight elven pussy, and her hair and face were covered in spit and cum. Her back and butt cheeks were bright red as well, probably from spanking. She threw her head back as the guard grunted loudly, pouring his load into her.

She collapsed against his chest, and you heard light crying before you kept walking.

Stopping at the door to the kitchen, you smelled the distinct odor of something burning. Wonderful.

Grabbing the handle and opening the door, this was the sight that greeted you.

Sera. Making cookies. Wearing nothing but an apron.

'Sweet Maker take me now' You thought to yourself.

"Inky! You're back already! Woulda been done by now, Friggin cookies keep burning on me!" She said, grinning and licking some dough off her thumb.

"Right... your.. cookie thing.."

"Yep! Been getting better lately, gave my last batch ta' Tall Dark and Titty over here, and she loved 'em!"

"They were decent, but slightly burnt." Jane said from the other side of the room, leaning against the wall.

"So... why are you making cookies, and wearing that?"

Sera put down the rolling pin, slid around the table, and walked over until her tits were pressed against your chest, and her forehead was right against your nose.

"A little birdy told me your hand's been hurting worse luv', and since you made good on your promise, i thought i'd take some of that hurt.."

"With cookies?"

"Well the idea was more me doing jumping jacks on your lap and feeding you them."

"I.. Sera that's... really thoughtful, wow." You said, not expecting Sera to come up with something like that. You have to admit, it sounded incredibly appealing.

Sera smacked your arm.

"Don't sound so surprised, ya git!"

"It's a pleasant surprise! This sounds great Sera."

"Yeah well I have my moments, and anyways the only two things you actually like are food and puss so why not, right?" She said, turning around and walking back to the table to finish her cookies.

You walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist.

Placing your chin on her shoulder, you watched her press the dough using the roller.

Your eyes glanced up to her ears, and you smiled.

The next thing Sera knew, your tongue was dragging along the outside of her elongated ears.

She almost dropped the rolling pin as her entire body shuddered and she let out a quiet half-moan, half-whine.

In a flash, she turned around and smacked you in the outer thigh with the rolling pin.

"Ow! Really!?!"

"Save it, 'lover boy', for later! I gotta finish this shit up already! Been at this for two hours!" She said, annoyed, before turning back and continuing her pressing and rolling.

You sighed, and walked over to where Jane was leaning against the wall, and just stood with her there, running your hands along her bare, muscular chest while you waited.

Mmm cookies.

Sera's tight gay pussy squeezed and squelched around your large cock as she slowly bounced up and down.

Her red apron lay discarded on the floor, along with your clothes.

She took a warm (actually quite good) fresh-baked cookie off the plate on the bed next to her and held it up to your mouth, allowing you to eat it in bites rather than shove it in your face.

It was a bit distracting for her, as she stopped sliding up and down your cock when she moved the cookie, but she gyrated her hips in between bites while you chewed.

She placed her free hand on your chest as she leaned forward and bucked her hips, letting out a moan.

It was almost like you were a King or a Magister, and she was your concubine feeding you grapes.

You prefer this, now that you think about it.

You place your hands on her bare, pale hips and bounce her a bit more as you chewed the chocolate chip cookie, warm and gooey in your mouth.

Something's about to be warm and gooey in Sera's pussy in second.

With that, you slide your hand up from Sera's hip to her back, and pushed her down onto your chest as you took the last bite of the cookie.

As the chocolate filled your mouth, you grunted and filled her birth canal with vanilla.

She moaned loudly, and you felt her pussy tighten up as she felt you fill her up, her fingers gripping the bedsheets as she came.

You swallowed, and she sighed, her face pressed into the crook of your neck. You could feel her smiling.

"Andraste's touched, more like i'm Herald's touched..." She said sleepily, giggling a bit.

"M..maker Inky.. I love you.." She murmured before she drifted off to sleep, her pussy enveloped in your slowly softening cock, and you followed her to sleep.