Schmooze with the nobles.

Navigating the maze of grand hallways, you eventually come upon the courtyard. It's here you discover the royal garden filled to the brim with socializing nobles. The sun has yet to even set and already most of the guests appear drunk. Scanning the crowd, you spot some familiar faces from Celene's last ball as well as many of your own Inquisition members among the crowd.

During your first trip to the Palace, you ran ragged trying to curry favor from stuck-up nobles, most of whom wouldn't bother pissing on you had you caught fire. Now thanks to your Throne, you had every Lord and Lady begging to kiss your rings and more importantly, kiss your cock.

With Cassandra on your arm, you begin making your way through the party. The Seeker cuts an intimidating figure, offset just a little by her tight see-through dress but imposing nevertheless.

As you lay eyes on the buffet, you feel your stomach growling. Never one to pass up free food, you send your date off to fetch you a plate but not before giving her tight ass a slap, of course.

"There you are, darling!” a familiar voice calls out. "Don't you look dashing this evening..."

You turn to see Lady Vivienne approaching you in a revealing gown and shadowed by a group of excited nobles who look eager to meet you. The First Enchanter humbly kneels before you, planting a drawn-out kiss on your cock as the nobles watch and whisper amongst themselves.

"All the credit goes to you for picking out such fine clothes for me, Vivienne..." you smirk.

"I was just telling my friends here about Skyhold," Viv casually boasts, her ruby lipstick leaving faint marks along your shaft. "I'm almost certain Duchess Amelia wants to vacation there now."

"Your Worship," the Duchess greets you from behind her gilded mask, offering you her hand.

"Why not?" you smirk, kissing her hand. "My soldiers could use another Orlesian cum-dump..."

"Oh Inquisitor," the young noblewoman giggles, blushing like you just told a light-hearted joke.

You groan as Vivienne kisses your cock with the care of a Chantry sister performing the Chants, her tongue dragging across your head and shaft in a way that not only feels sublime but judging from the hushed "oohs" and "ahs" of the attentive nobles, is quite aesthetically pleasing as well.

If it didn’t feel so amazing, it might bother you just how blatantly the ebony enchanter is using your cock as a prop to showcase her influence in your Inquisition. Well, if Vivienne wants to be seen sucking your cock in front of all these nobles, who are you to deny her that privilege?

“Don't be modest, Viv." you grin. "Let's show these folks what that mouth is really capable of.”

"Whatever do you mean, darl-GLACK!"

Locking your hands around the back of her head, you slam Viv's bald head down on your shaft. The nobles all clamor at this unexpected development as you **** the Empress' former advisor to deepthroat your cock. To her credit, Vivienne handles the rough treatment remarkably well, maintaining an aura of elegance even as you fuck her face. Watching in both jealousy and awe, the nobles all cheer you on as you work the mage's mouth up and down your throbbing length.

"Madam de Fer?" you quip, speaking over her loud gags. "More like Madam de Face-Fucked!"

The nobles all laugh uproariously, proving jokes don't need to be clever when you've got magic. Playing to the crowd, Vivienne gives a strained wink even as your thick cock bulges her throat.

You vigorously bounce the mage's face on your lap, drool flying from the corners of her mouth and tears forming in her eyes, leaving her meticulously-done mascara to run down her cheeks. Between her and Cassandra, you won't be surprised when the "face-fucked" look is the hottest make-up trend on the streets of Val Rouyeax this season.

Seeing Vivienne like this, it's hard not to think back to when you first met the scheming mage and how she never gave you the time of day when you tried flirting with her. Now here she is, down on her knees, gagging upon your magical cock in front of a crowd of gawking nobles.

With a deep groan, you push yourself to the hilt of Vivienne's throat, shuddering with pleasure as you grind the mage's nose against your lap. Holding her head at your base, the Orlesian slut's throaty saliva spills down her dress while you discuss those vacation plans with the Duchess.

This goes on for several minutes, the mage's eyes rolling back from lack of oxygen as her nails, perfectly manicured, of course, run down your thighs. Despite this, the woman's tongue never stops flailing against your balls like an eager whore as her spasming throat milks your prick.

Your orgasm fast approaching, you use your free hand to snatch a flute of champagne from the tray of a passing elven waiter while keeping the Madam De Fer pressed firmly against your lap.

“A toast!” you propose, raising your glass. “To Madam de Fer, the finest cocksucker in Orlais!”

"To Madam De Fer!" the group cheers as you all clink your glasses and down them in one gulp.

While you and the other nobles savor the taste of crisp champagne, you reward Vivienne with the flavor of your own personal cum cocktail, flooding her mouth with your thick, salty cream which the mage manages to gulp down in one impressive swallow.

"Voracious as ever, darling..." Vivienne gasps, attempting to regain her regal composure even as she kneels panting in a puddle of her own spittle with her makeup ruined and gown soiled.

"Who wants the next crack at this fine slut?" you offer to any of the surrounding nobles.

Immediately, two noblemen step forward. Locking eyes, the two men begin arguing over which man is worthy of fucking Madam de Fer first. Looking back at Vivienne, her passive expression leads you to guess that men fighting over her isn't exactly a new occurrence at these parties.

Just as the two noblemen call for their dueling swords, you step away, eager to see who else might be mingling in the courtyard.