Sera!

You muscle your way through the throng of rowdy, half-dressed soldiers, the scent of sex growing thicker with every lumbering step until you finally reach the source of the commotion at the center of the tavern.

On a dining table slick with spilled ale and various other fluids, you find Sera sprawled out flat on her back, locked in a messy sixty-nine with one of the Rest's buxom barmaids. The elf's spindly little legs are hooked firmly around the barmaid's waist, her face buried deep between the girl's thighs as her talented tongue greedily laps at her twat. The circle of men surrounding them hollers wildly, all shouting encouragements and tossing their coppers into a rapidly growing pile of coins at the end of the table.

"I'm cumming!" the barmaid suddenly announces, her hips bucking violently and back arching as a spray of nectar erupts from her cunt, drenching Sera's face. "Oh Maker, I can't stop cumming!" she shudders, soaking the first few rows of cheering soldiers in a shower of slippery love-honey.

"And that's seven!" One of the grizzled soldiers roars with laughter, marking another tally mark into the wooden wall behind him with his dagger. "Seven for the Red Jenny! Pay up, you sorry bastards!"

A wave of triumphant cheers and bitter jeers erupts through the crowd as coin steadily exchanges hands.

Sera pulls back just long enough to gasp for air, her face shining and sporting her famous toothy grin. "And I'm just getting warmed up, ya gits!" she cackles, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand. "Double or nothing this cunt sprays the ceiling on the next one! C'mon, who daft enough to bet against this talented tongue of mine? Step up and put your money where MY mouth is, ya pervy gits!"

The depraved crowd erupts into another frenzy of wagering, but not everyone shares in their enthusiasm. At an adjacent table well within the splash zone, Lady Josephine is seated with her date Warden Blackwall, the lady ambassador’s face twisted in beleagured exasperation as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

"For Maker's sake, Sera..." Josephine sighs, chafing at the sight. "People have to eat off these tables."

Sera momentarily pauses her performance, tilting her blonde head back just enough to flash Josie with a magnificent, upside-down shit-eating grin, her tongue darting out to trace her lips. "And just whaddya think I'm doing, yea? Sitting down to a proper feast! First decent meal I've had in this tavern in months!"

Josephine sputters, her mouth hanging open as the usually verbose diplomat struggles to find the words to rebuke the gremlin in plaid tights' childish comeback.

“Aww, don’t be like that, Prissy Breeches!" Sera winks, her voice steeped in mischief. " You can ride this pretty face next if you like!" she invites. "Already taught your Warden there everything he knows about tongue-punching the ol' furry peach. Ain't that right, Beardy?"

Blackwall suddenly finds the architecture of the tavern ceiling extremely fascinating, his eyes trained up towards the rafters as Josephine shoots him an icy glare that could frost every flagon of ale in the bar.

As entertaining as this raucous scene may be, you decide it is high time you remind everyone why your name graces this establishment's doors. Lumbering forward, you close the distance with the sticky table, the crowd subconsciously parting like obedient sheep until you're looming above the writhing elf.

You stand directly above Sera, your massive unwashed penis casting an imposing shadow across her face, blocking out the tavern light like a fleshy solar eclipse. She blinks rapidly, her vision suddenly obscured by the weighty appendage dangling inches above her nose, filling her nostrils with its overwhelming musk.

"Why hello, Sera," You smirk, looking down at her. "How's my favorite carpet muncher this evening?"

"Oi! Piss off, Inky!" the elf coughs, waving her hand to fan away the pungent reek of your sweaty sack. "This tart's taken for the night, yea? Run off and find your own pussy to plunder, you ugly bald bastard."

Ignoring her sass, you slowly reach down, wrapping your thick, meaty fingers around your massive shaft to give it a long, languishing stroke above her face that draws a glistening bead of pre-cum to the fat tip. "Sera, Sera, Sera..." you rumble, your voice thick with authority and a predatory grin playing on your lips as you gaze down at her. "I think you're forgetting the first rule of the Inquisition..."

She snorts derisively, squinting her eyes through the oppressive musk. "And what's that, Inky?"

"Every scrap of pussy in Skyhold belongs to me," you declare proudly. "You just warmed it up for me."

Genuine panic flashes behind the bratty elf's eyes as she suddenly tries to wriggle backward off the table. Before she can squirm another inch, you drive your fat cock straight into the barmaid's awaiting pussy with a wet, squelching thud that pins Sera under your hairy taint. As you sink deep into the tight heat of the barmaid's freshly-lapped cunt, your hanging balls drop squarely against Sera’s upturned nose and lips, dragging heavily across her face with every brutal thrust. Sera sputters and coughs into your sweaty taint, her muffled curses lost beneath the wet, rhythmic slapping of your hips.

"Oi, get those hairy swamp apples outta my friggin' face!" she curses. "Blech, smells worse than wet dog!"

"What's the matter, Sera?" you taunt between deep thrusts. "You've got the best view in the tavern!"

The surrounding crowd of soldiers erupts into savage cheers, more than happy to see the mischievous elf get her just desserts, nearly every single one of them having fallen victim to one of her obnoxious pranks.

Glancing over your shoulder to the corner, you spy Maryden still catching her breath after Cole's ambush. "Hey, Songbird!" you call out, grinning mischievously at the gasping bard. "Taking any requests tonight?"

Maryden wipes a stray string of spittle from her chin, looking up at you with wide, glassy eyes completely under the throne's absolute spell. "Anything for you, our Herald," she offers submissively.

"Then let's hear 'Sera Was Never'," you command, thrusting harder into the barmaid while your swinging balls slap Sera's face like an Orlesian noble's dueling glove. "But with those revised lyrics we discussed...."

Without missing a beat, Maryden's fingers find the strings of her lute, strumming the opening chords of the infamous song as her serene voice rises softly above the sloppy sounds of your boisterous fucking.

♫ Oh, Sera was never an attractive girl
Her cookies could make a grown man hurl ♫
♫ She was quick to pull pranks and loved to play jokes
Til the Herald's fat cock found a home in her throat ♫

♫ Sera was never quite the quietest girl
Her mouth was as wide as the Rift ♫
♫ But her tongue was wet and throat so tight,
They lined up to paint the Red Jenny white ♫

♫ She would always like to shout,
"Why tug your nug,
When you can use my mouth?"♫
♫ Will today be the day
She finally learns her place? ♫
♫ She's a whore and a thief
And we'll fuck her face! ♫

Beneath your hairy taint, you can practically feel Sera's face twisting into an expression of utter disgust as the song enters the chorus, her muffled voice sputtering more curses against your heavy, unwashed sack.

"Arsemunching hell, and here I thought this song couldn't get any more dog shite!" she gags as she tries unsuccessfully to wrench her head from under your sweaty taint.

You simply laugh and drive your hips harder, fucking the barmaid’s slick, freshly-eaten cunt to the tempo. Every brutal thrust sends your swampy nuts dragging across Sera’s upturned face, releasing stinging drops of caustic sweat rolling off the wrinkled skin and landing right into her eyes. Sera hisses and blinks hard, the sting making her curse even louder while the barmaid under you moans like a two-copper whore.

"Fuck me, oh fuck me...." The barmaid's eyes roll back in her head. "Oh, Maker, I can't stop cumming!"

The barmaid's back arches violently off the table, her throat tightening around a high-pitched shriek as wave after wave of intense, shuddering orgasms ripple through her pleasure-wracked body. Her pussy clamps hard on your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure out of you as Sera is soaked in her juices.

The friction between your fat cock and the barmaid's tight inner walls builds into a squelching frenzy that echoes over the soft plucking of Maryden's lute. With every thrust, you bury your entire throbbing length deep inside the woman while Sera gets the absolute seat in the house, pinned below like a doormat forced to watch your veiny shaft slide in and out of the barmaid's cunt with every thunderous pound.

One last series of deep, punishing thrusts and you bury yourself to the root, howling like a Bronto in heat as your cock throbs and erupts. Thick ropes of cum blast into the barmaid’s spasming cunt, flooding her until her belly begins to round slightly. You stay buried inside her, hips locked and balls twitching against Sera’s nose while spurt after heavy spurt fills the woman to overflowing.

You freeze completely still for a long, heavy moment, chest heaving as you pulse your final dribbles of cum deep into her core until she is filled to the absolute brim, your fat cock the only thing holding back the tide like the cork on a cask of Ferelden ale.

Sera immediately spits and wipes her face, shoving your slackened balls away with a disgusted grimace. "Right, you've had your bloody fun, you ugly fat fuck," she spits, glaring daggers up at you from below. "Now how's about hittin' the bricks and letting me finish my meal in peace?"

You offer a slow, degenerate grin down at her desperate face and reply lazily, "Whatever you say, Sera."

Suddenly, a terrifying dawning realization washes over Sera's face as her eyes track your massive member slowly retracting from the panting barmaid right above her open mouth. The elf's eyes snap open, and she kicks her spindly legs frantically and screams, "Wait, wait, lemme move first-"

But it's far too late.

Before she can budge an inch, you pull your cock free from the barmaid's cunt with a loud, squelching pop. A thick deluge of your warm, sticky ball batter instantly spills forth from her gaped pussy, cascading down in a mighty waterfall that plasters Sera's face in a heavy mask of your foul-smelling seed.

“She's all yours, Sera," you announce magnanimously, giving the barmaid a playful smack across the ass that makes her spasm and leak one last glob of warm spunk onto the sputtering elf's cum-drenched face.

You snap your fingers and signal Cabot from across the crowded room. “Fresh ales for the whole tavern!" Put it all on the Red Jenny's tab!"

The crowd roars their drunken approval, fists slamming tables and mugs held high. “To the Herald!” someone bellows, and the toast rolls through the tavern like a wave that carries high into the rafters.

On the sticky table, Sera lies trapped under the comatose barmaid, face buried in a thick mask of your rapidly cooling cum. The load bubbles and pops with every furious breath she takes, white froth clinging to her eyelashes and lips as she curses underneath it. "Arse-faced... son of a nug-humpin'...shitebaggin'..."

You turn and lumber back towards the bar, cock still half-hard and glistening. You settle onto your stool, lifting the frothing tankard of fresh ale Cabot slides in front of you, and take a long, satisfied sip from it.

"Y'know, this pumpkin spice ale isn't half bad..." you remark, the bubbles tickling your lip as Maryden launches into her next filthy ballad, the promise of more drunken revelry in the Rest is all but guaranteed.