Time for a foursome.

"Would you mind if Scout Harding and I joined you, Ser Blackwall?" You ask, your civil tone a stark contrast to the almost bestial passion you're about to partake in.

"The more the merrier, Herald!" Blackwall laughs, his eyes flitting down to give Scout Harding the once-over. Like many men (and Sera) at Skyhold, the Warden's nursed a crush for your tough, adorable lead scout.

"Wonderful." You reply. "Scout Harding, I think you're a little... overdressed."

"Overdressed" here meaning the young dwarf wasn't stark naked (give or take a snazzy hat).

Harding doesn't respond initially. She seems dazed, enraptured by the gorgeous display before her. The First Enchanter, beautiful, dark and womanly, taking Blackwall's massive cock, his pale body thundering against her.

"Scout Harding?" You prompt her, with a little touch on the shoulder. That seems to jar her.

"Yes, yes, undressing Inquisitor." Harding replies, her hands instantly going to her outfit.

Harding lets herself out of her tight uniform with the same practiced efficiency with which she would build a camp fire or erect a tent.

Even Vivienne's taking a good look as Harding steps out of her crumpled leathers.

While she doesn't possess the haughty, statuesque, imperious beauty of your First Enchanter friend, there's no denying Harding is just as attractive in her own way.

Her diminuative body is just toned enough. Unlike most dwarves you know, Harding seems lucky enough to take the sun of Thedas without reddening or burning. She's got the lightest of tans all over her body.

Between her legs is a dwarven pussy you can't wait to try, topped by a patch of pubic hair that's surpisingly neat for a woman who travel as much as she does.

"Good to see the freckles don't stop at the neck." You smile, kneeling down to kiss the dwarf's dotted chest. Harding giggles, you're not sure if it's from your comment, or the way you kiss and suck one of her tits.

"Enough time wasting, let's get to work, Scout!" You order, standing up to your full size. "I want you on all fours, just like Lady Vivienne here." You tap one of Vivienne's horns, but she and Blackwall are off in their own world of mad lust at the moment, so she barely acknowledges you.

"I take it you wanna be able to watch these two, right?" Harding asks, getting on her hands and knees, her face scant inches from Vivienne's moaning face.

"You bet your delicious dwarven arse I do!" You enthuse, coming up behind the scout. To pound Harding will be a wonderful treat, but being able to watch your Warden friend fuck Vivienne senseless will only bring the experience to a new level.

"Then let's not dawdle, Inquisitor." Harding smiles. You grunt in agreement. Taking your cock in one hand, and gripping the dwarf's rear with another, you guide yourself towards her wet and willing pussy.

Harding quivers with anticipation and delight as you enter her. She's so tight, almost virginally so, that you can't help but groan in appreciation.

After a few moments. you begin to pick up speed, plowing the Ferelden-born dwarf nearly as hard as Ser Blackwall is giving it to Vivienne.

Meanwhile, the First Enchanter, one of Blackwall's thick, powerful arms wrapped around her tits for support, reaches up with one of her delicate dark hands. Taking Harding by the chin, she initiates a long, passionate kiss with the other woman, something Scout Harding seems only to happy to reciprocate.

As you savour the tight squeeze of Harding's cunt, you look over at Blackwall and Vivienne. You can't help but chuckle at the sight. Between the bearded, muscular warrior, and the leggy dark-skinned mage, it's almost like you're fucking Harding in front of a distortive funhouse mirror.

Deciding to switch things up, you pull out of Harding and motion to Blackwall to do the same. With impatience, the Warden grunts an affirmative, and withdraws from Vivienne. He seems less irritated by the time he's bearing down on Scout Harding.

"Maker... Shit." Harding gasps, staring at the sheer size of Blackwall's breech-demon. If you looked oversized to her, he must be positively monstrous. Maker only knows how the dwarf would react if she saw Bull with his pants off. Still, she remained where she was, pussy eagerly thrust out towards the warrior's cock.

Meanwhile, you slink around behind Vivienne. As always, seeing her from behind is a treat. (In the field, you would often let Vivienne lead the party, while you trailed close behind. It wasn't just because of her affinity with a spirit blade.)

"Hello there, First Enchanter." You say cordially, bringing your naked body against hers. "I thought you deserved a partner more appropriate to your standing. A gentleman."

Vivienne laughs into Harding's face.

"My dear, Ser Blackwall is twice the gentleman you will ever be, good birth or no." She teases. She did have a point. Your daily actions were far from chivalrous.

Smirking, you enter Vivienne's cunt. She's already been blasted with a huge load of Blackwall's potent cum, the sticky white seed cooling off as it trails out of her, and down her dark thighs. Still, as sloppy as she is, it's still Vivienne you're plowing.

The regal mage puts everything into it, grinding back against your cock as you grip her hips and work your cock inside her.

Just across from you, Ser Blackwall's getting started on Harding in earnest. The dwarf's tongue is cutely lolling out of her mouth as Blackwall fucks her as brutally and mercilessly as he'd stab a hurlock.

You can't help but be impressed. Two rounds with Vivienne, and he's still raring for more. It would seem the legends regarding Warden stamina had some basis in fact.

Not to be outdone, your redouble your efforts on Vivienne, crouching over her, you bring your chest over hers, wrapping your arms around her body as you punish her with your cock.

Vivienne gasps as you kiss her shoulder. Her beloved hat comes loose in your frenzy, and clatters to the dirty flags of the stable. If Vivienne notices, her mind is more concerned with other, more immediate matters.

As you feel yourself building to an enthusiastic release, the sounds of Skyhold seem to die away. It's as if the four of you are fucking on some deserted moor. The only sounds that fill your ears are that of your own heavy breathing, Vivienne and Harding's delighted gasps, the Warden's controlled pace, and the delightful, wet sound of your cock pounding Vivienne's already cum-filled cunny.

Groaning, you hold the lady tightly as you come inside her, filling her with yet more seed. Across from you, you see Blackwall's spunk, dripping from Harding's thighs and the Warden's cockhead, onto the hay.
Harding looks like she's died and gone to the Maker's side, an expression of absolute bliss on her face.

Having creampied your favourite Circle mage (Fiona, of course, being a touch too old for your tastes), you're feeling pretty contented your