Tranquil Mage Shenanigans!

You enter the Mage's Tower to the most peculiar sight, two of the Inquisition's Tranquil mages, the researcher Helisma and an alchemist named Clemence, deep in the throes of sexual passion.

Well, "passion" isn't really the right word. In fact, it's more like the exact opposite of passion.

Both stripped of their robes, the stone-faced Helisma lays on her back across her research table with her legs spread as her partner Clemence thrusts into her pussy at a slow, methodical pace, the two both staring into each other's cold, expressionless faces.

"Do you find my phallus satisfactory?" Clemence inquires blankly.

"Yes." Helisma answers in her typical monotone. "The size is well-suited for the task at hand."

By their very nature, Tranquil mages were emotionless, sapped of feelings like lust and arousal so suddenly finding two of them playing "hide the mage's staff" here in the tower feels a bit like walking in on the couch banging the bookshelf, not really something you expected to see today.

For this reason, you couldn't look away. You keep watching them, the man's clinical thrusting, combined with his partner's lifeless moans both creepy and yet surprisingly quite stimulating.

As your cock slowly perks up, you notice Fiona, the former Grand Enchanter approaching you. "Quite the curiosity, is it not?" the elf offers, noticing your sudden "interest" in the Tranquil.

"No kidding," you smirk, feeling your cock twitch. "How long has this been going on exactly?"

"A few months or so..." Fiona recalls. "Shortly after you acquired that unusual throne, I'd say."

"Ah..." you react, putting two and two together. It appears the Blowjob Throne's magical aura, steeping all of Skyhold in its influence, is powerful enough to even affect the minds of Tranquil. Even after all this time, the depths of power your throne holds continue to surprise you.

"In all my years as an Enchanter," Fiona notes. "I've never seen two Tranquil behave this way. But they're quiet and always clean their mess afterward so we've had no reason to stop them."

"They do sorta liven the place up," you remark as you absently take a seat on the nearby divan. Patting the seat next to you, you let the elf sit down next to you. "And what about you, Fiona?" you ask, stroking her hair. "How are you coping with that...condition Alexius left you with?"

While you've never gotten the full explanation from the enchanter, it's obvious that during her time as Gereon Alexius' ****, the Tevinter magister put Fiona through a series of experiments, perverted trials that would result in the woman developing a crippling addiction to well, cum.

"It has been difficult..." Fiona confesses, cheeks burning red as she steals glances at your crotch. "Thankfully, Skyhold is replete with men offering their seed. Full tankards arrive almost hourly courtesy of your tavern and the kitchen staff are...alleviating themselves into my daily meals."

"And that satisfies the cravings?" you ask, curious to the specifics of Fiona's strange condition.

“Truth be told, Inquisitor, it merely quiets them,” the elf murmurs, eyes trained on the floor. “In fact, the only times that I've found my -- hunger--truly satiated is when I--well, when I...."

“When you what?” you ask, noticing the way the mage bites her lip like a nervous schoolgirl.

“When I taste your cum!” Fiona answers breathlessly, nearly drooling as she meets your gaze. The typically calm elf looks nearly crazed with lust as she stares up at you, rubbing her hands together like a lyrium addict on the search for their next fix. “In—Inquisitor, might I—may I—”

“Use your words, Enchanter,” you tease her.

“MayIpleasechokemyselfyourdickandswallowyourload?” she offers in a single, hushed breath.

“Well, when you put it like that…” you nonchalantly sweep your robes to the side, allowing her access to your manhood. Despite the strange events of the evening, you’re already at half-mast.

Suddenly, Fiona’s knees hit the floor with such speed that you worry she might injure herself, but the former Enchanter obviously doesn't give a damn, judging from how she moans as she plunges her head down to the base of your cock. She moves with such enthusiasm, such vigor, that you suspect she could've made quite the street whore had she not ended up in the Circles.

The elf doesn't waste time on soft kisses or teasing licks, launching straight into throat-fucking in her desperation to earn the cream churning inside those swollen balls as quickly as possible. You place your hand atop the elf's head, mostly for show, since Fiona is doing an admirable job of face-fucking herself without your assistance, spit flying as she bounces upon your hairy lap.

Leaning back on the divan, a deep groan rolls through your throat. On the table in front of you, Clemence and Helisma are still going at it, the man's passionless thrusts a strange compliment to Fiona's joyless throat-fucking. Every slap of flesh on flesh accentuates the gentle bounce of Helisma's large breasts, which distracts from the disconcerting lack of expression on her face.

'I will require it harder and faster." Helisma announces. "I am approaching my conclusion."

"As am I," Clemence offers vacantly, incrementally increasing the speed of his driving hips.

Meanwhile, Fiona continues to gag herself on your cock, staring up at you with unbridled need, the once-respected Grand Enchanter all but overtaken by the cum-craving whore hiding below the surface as she frantically skewers her throat with your thickness. You feel your balls begin to constrict and Fiona notices too as she soon anchors herself to your base and refuses to move, letting her spasming throat push you over the edge while her swiping tongue teases your sack.

With a grunt, you fire your magical load down her gullet. You can feel the girl shake and twitch, the taste of your spunk enough to make the girl orgasm as you paint her throat with your seed. Pulling back, you keep the pulsing tip of your cock pressed firmly against the mage's tongue as you repeatedly fill her mouth with Fiona gulping it down like the antidote to a deadly poison.

Even as your orgasm subsides, Fiona is far from done. The elf's hands wrap around your shaft, wringing every last conceivable drop of spunk from your spent prick onto her waiting tongue. Satisfied your balls were fully drained, she thoroughly laps and slurps every inch of your cock before she pulls her mouth off your cock with a gasp. Fiona kneels there, panting and staring at your empty sack. Taking a moment to collect herself, the cun-addict straightens her back and rises to her feet. You watch her fix her disheveled hair and dust off her flowing, green robes.

"Thank you, Your Worship," she says in a calm tone that closely resembles the mage you first met back in Redcliffe. "Now that my urges have been silenced, I may return to my research..."

"Oh Fiona," you call out to Fiona as she turns and begins to saunter off. "You missed a drop..."

The Enchanter turns, struggling to lock eyes with you before her gaze lowers down your prick, her small tongue darting out before she even spots the few vestiges of cum on the dusty floor. Trying to stop herself, Fiona bites her bottom lip before she dives to the floor, pressing her face into the floorboards as he eagerly laps the last hints of cum off the wooden planks.

You watch the stuck-up mage collect the last of your load before turning back to the Tranquil.

"My conclusion is imminent," Helisma expresses. "It is closer. Closer. And I have concluded."

With that, Clemence sinks his cock to the hilt in Helisma as the two both draw completely still. For a moment, you wonder if the Tranquil were broken-- neither making noise or moving at all when suddenly, like a dam breaking, the thick, white streams of cum erupt from Helisma's slit. The amount and consistency of seed is staggering as Clemence pulls out of the female Tranquil, spunk running down her legs and pooling over the research table and floors underneath her.

"Thank you for your assistance, Helisma," Clemence states. "Now, I must return to my duties." You watch the male mage calmly collect his robes before going back to sorting the bookshelf full of magical tomes as he usually does.

Meanwhile, Helisma stands from the research table, legs quivering and as she approaches you. "Inquisitor," she greets you in her usual deadpan. "Did you have any materials for me today?"

"Perhaps later," you smirk, glancing back at Fiona lapping your cum as you depart the tower.