Rough roads ahead!

The phrase "time flies when you're having fun" rings true as the next few hours pass you by quickly. By now, you've left Skyhold and the Frostbacks far behind, the snow-capped peaks that once dominated the view from your carriage windows now fully replaced by miles and miles of green Ferelden countryside.

As picturesque as the rolling hills are, they pale in comparison to the far more captivating sight happening right between your own outstretched legs as the lovely Josephine kneels at your feet, your cock draped lovingly across her dusky face as she sucks on your freshly-drained balls.

Having spent the majority of the journey worshipping your cock, Josephine is naturally a mess, locks of raven hair matted against her sweat-covered face by your dried off-white spunk. You've already fed the Antivan a dozen loads and thanks to your close proximity to your Throne, you could easily manage another as Josie's tongue teases your bloated sack.

Predictably, Josie has yet to finish her briefing, your constant desire for blowjobs dragging out what should have been a twenty-minute conversation into an afternoon-long affair. Of course, you could hardly stand to pay attention even when her mouth isn't occupied by your cock, the day-to-day squabbles of Orlesian royals entrenched in their "Grand Games" enough to bore you to tears.

"Duchess Marchelette's passing has created a power vacuum in the Court..." Josephine drones, consulting her ledger again as she begins working your cock between her pair of Antivan milkers. "Despite numerous living heirs, Lady Marchelette's will has entrusted her estate and title holdings to her beloved house cat. So far, Lord Mittensworth has been refreshingly supportive of the Inquisition..."

"Uh-huh...." you offer with an exaggerated yawn. Between the gentle rocking of the carriage, the four flagons of spiced wine you've imbibed, and Josephine's soothing voice filling your ears, you can't help but sink deeper into the plush Halla leather seats, your eyelids growing heavy as you effortlessly drift off into an unexpected slumber.

You find yourself sitting in the grandeur of the Winter Palace's ballroom, the chandeliers of solid gold bathing you in their warm, abundant light. At your feet, Empress Celene and her elven lover Briala, the two most powerful women in all of Orlais on their knees with their lips pressed to your huge cock. The warmth of their mouths envelopes you, their twin tongues twirling enticingly as they worship every throbbing inch of your imposing girth with expert skill.

As you indulge in the pleasure provided by the Empress and her lover, you glance behind you. There, forming a seemingly infinite line, are nobles of all rank and station, patiently awaiting their turn to step forward to plant a kiss on your ample backside. Josephine officiates the event, marking nobles off her list efficiently even as Leliana gropes the diplomat's tits.

Suddenly, you're jarred from your peaceful slumber by the obnoxious shouting of your carriage driver.

"Looks like rough roads up ahead, Your Worship!" he calls out. "Best hold on tight to something!"

"For fuck's sake..." you mutter as the carriage starts to rattle. You bounce in your seat slightly, muttering a litany of curses under your breath as you instinctively reach out and pull Josie onto your lap, your pale meat sandwiched between her soft Antivan buns. The jostling of the carriage grows more forceful with each passing second, further intensifying the friction between your bodies as the far daintier Josephine bounces erratically on your lap, unintentionally teasing your shaft with her pillowy brown ass cheeks.

"The De Chalons estate auction insisted this was an all-roads carriage..." Josephine says, a hint of annoyance in her tone even as her voice vibrates uncontrollably. "I'll have to pen a strongly worded letter to the-OH SWEET MAKER!

Suddenly, you hit a particularly nasty bump in the road that sends Josephine flying upwards, a startled gasp escaping the diplomat's lips as her head nearly collides with the carriage's ceiling, only to find herself landing squarely on your cock, her tight Antivan asshole impaling itself on your spit-shined shaft.

"ANDRASTE'S PUCKERED ASSHOLE!" Josephine lets out an involuntary scream her eyes widen in surprise and discomfort.

The sudden impact completely knocks the wind out of you, forcing any trace of oxygen from your lungs with a loud grunt. Meanwhile, Josephine bites her bottom lip in stifled pain, the discomfort painfully evident in her expression as her fingers grasp the Halla leather cushions with white knuckles before gingerly turning to you.

"Y-Your Worship..." Josephine whispers through gritted teeth. "I believe that is the...wrong hole."

"...I must respectfully disagree, ambassador," you groan lecherously, deliberately shifting your weight beneath the Antivan beauty to make her inner walls clench tighter around your unexpected intruder. "This particular hole feels perfect to me."

"Inquisitor p-p-please..." she pleads once more, whispering under her breath. "This is...this is most inappropriate..."

The time for debate is cut short as the carriage continues to jostle and rattle, the relentless motion causing Josephine's ass to bounce up and down on your cock. You take hold of her hips, your grip firm and possessive, anchoring the ambassador firmly on your swollen lap as you begin bucking your hips to match the downward ****.

With every bump in the road, the carriage propels Josephine up and down, her ass meeting your hips with an audible slap. You relish in the rhythm, the relentless pace that has you buried deep within her. The crude noises of flesh meeting flesh fills the tight, confined space of the carriage as Josie's olive-skinned cheeks ripple with every bounce on your lap.

With every rough thrust, you feel yourself sinking deeper into her, her tight walls stretching to accommodate your girth. You can't help but marvel at the feeling, the sensation of her unsuspecting ass gripping your cock like a vice grip made of the finest Antivan silk. Her ass feels so heavenly, in fact, you could be convinced the ambassador's asshole doubled as an Eluvian directly into the Golden City itself as each bounce sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your entire body.

Despite her initial discomfort, you feel Josephine's body beginning to relax, as her unsuspecting asshole gradually adjusts to your prodigious size. Her breaths come in deeper, more measured gasps now, her cries of pain giving way to moans of writhing pleasure as she grinds her hips against yours, inviting you deeper inside as she too loses herself in the sensation.

"It feels so...it feels so good!" she moans raggedly in her thick accent. "Your cock feels so good in my ass, Inquisitor!"

"Oh fuck...that's it, Josie..." you respond, quick to encourage her submission. "Bounce that Antivan ass on my cock, slut!"

You start to feel the orgasm building deep within you as every inch of your cock is buried to the hilt in Josie's tight ass. Your grip on her hips tightens, your fingers digging into her soft flesh as your thrusts grow greedier, more staggered in a **** chase to reach your peak.

Josephine's moans grow louder, more fervent, her body moving in time with your own as she meets every rough thrust with an eager bounce. Her fingers clutch at the Halla leather cushions, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on as the carriage around you seems to melt way, replaced with the all-consuming need for release tightens within your loins.

"Inquisitor..." Josephine gasps, her voice even more ragged and ****. "I'm going to...Oh Maker, I'm going to cum!""

The knowledge of Josephine's impending climax sends you racing towards your own, your cock pulsing deep within her as you feel her inner walls clench around you, milking you for all you're worth as you throw your head back against the seat.

"OH FUCK!"

With one final, powerful thrust, you explode deep within her, your cock twitching and pulsing as rope after thick rope of your magical spunk fills her bowels. The sensation of being pumped full of your warm seed sends Josephine over the edge, her entire body shuddering with pleasure as her own orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave as she collapses forward, her lithe, sweaty body draped across your hairy chest as you the two of you ride out the last twitches of shared orgasms.

As the two of you bask in the afterglow of mutual pleasure, you can't help but notice the sudden stillness of the carriage. The rattling and shaking have ceased, replaced by an almost eerie silence. Suddenly, the door to your carriage swings open to reveal Cassandra standing in its doorway, her imposing silhouette backlit by the rapidly setting sun behind her.

"Your Worship, we've-" the Seeker begins to speak before abruptly pausing, eyes widening in surprise as she takes in the raucous scene before her. You can't help but smirk as Cassandra's flustered gaze travels between Josephine's blissful face and the fat cock lodged deep in her friend's ass.

The awkward silence is broken by your spent cock finally exiting Josephine's ass with a distinctive "plop", a steady stream of warm spunk trickling from the ambassador's now gaping hole and spilling over the sweat-soaked Halla leather seats as it pools onto the carriage floor below. As if broken from her hypnotic trance, the Seeker nervously clears her throat.

"We've...we've found a suitable spot to make camp for the night, Inquisitor."" Cassandra stammers, finding her voice.

"Excellent." you smirk. "Give Lady Josephine and I a few moments to catch our breaths and we shall be along shortly..."

"Of course, Your Worship." Cassandra offers with a cordial bow. Turning on her heel, the Seeker attempts to leave but something keeps her frozen in place. Glancing back to the two of you, it's clear the warrior has something more to say.

"Was there something else, Lady Pentaghast?" you inquire, giving the Seeker an opportunity to freely speak her mind.

"Ah yes, well, you see..." the usually confident Seeker's scarred cheeks blush crimson red as she stumbles over her words. "There's been unconfirmed reports of bandits prowling these woods. With your permission, I would prefer to ride in the carriage with you and Lady Montilyet for the rest of our journey." she offers sheepishly. "For your safety, of course..."

You and Josephine exchange a quick glance, giving each other knowing nods.

"It might be a tight squeeze." you chuckle. "But Josephine and I would be happy to accommodate you, Lady Seeker."

"Thank you, Inquisitor." she nods, stealing one last glance at your cock before closing the carriage door behind her.

Gingerly, Josephine begins to pull her sweaty body off yours, legs wobbling slightly as she finds her feet. You can't help but drink in the sight of the Antivan beauty, her dark skin glistening with sweat and her hair matted against her flushed face.

"I should really help oversee the camp," she offers, attempting to regain her composure. "There's much to be done..."

"But of course, Lady Josephine." you smile, understanding her need to fulfill her duties. "I'll see you back at the tent."

You can't help but watch as Josie exits the carriage, her ravaged ass still leaking with your spunk. There's a noticeable hitch in her step as she walks away. You hope for your ambassador's sake there are plenty of cushioned seats at the Winter Palace.

With a spring in your step, you follow Josephine out of the carriage, your eyes scanning your rapidly-forming camp site. Your cock hangs heavy and spent between your legs, a mixture of your seed and Josephine's juices still coating your shaft as you wander aimlessly to stretch your legs.

The scent of roasting meat makes your stomach growl as the chef's prepare the evening meal while the soldiers eagerly begin to uncask the Ferelden ale after a long day's march. Off to one side, you can see where the tents are being erected, your own tent easy enough to spot since it easily dwarfs the others in size.

The sun has only just begun to set and the night is young as you begin to explore the camp for your next distraction...