Turn in for the night.

“You may go.” You decide finally. You don't want to be exhausted before the journey's even begun! “I'll see you on the road tomorrow morning, in our personal carriage.”

“Of course, Inquisitor. I look forward to us seeing more of each other.” Vivienne smiles. She leans down and gives you the customary kiss before leaving, the crowd parting for her as she confidently walks out of the throne room, the very picture of courtly glamour.

You watch her go, admiring her beautiful, well-dressed body. You feel you've made the right choice of date.

You call an end to the day's court and retire early yourself. On a normal day, if you'd left early to retire with Morrigan or head to the tavern, Josie would sit the Blowjob Throne, handling the remaining petitions, judgements and disputes. Today, that was simply not possible. Once the hall was empty, workmen would come in, transporting your most prized possession to the stables, where it would be built into your carriage.

You had ordered Leliana to personally shadow the workmen. If any made a suspicious move, she was to put arrows in them all. Losing the Blowjob Throne was simply NOT an option.

You lead Morrigan into your quarters and take her to bed. You're exhausted, but the raging hard-on you're plagued by needs to be placated before sleep will come. You blame all that time speaking with Vivienne and her only planting a single parting kiss on your tip. You should have taken her mouth then and there. It would have been far more satisfying than Morrigan's dutiful ministrations. But oh well, you'd have Vivienne for days on the road. And before the ball. And during the ball, given how the decadence of Celene's court nearly matched yours. Perhaps she would be allowed to watch as you emptied your balls on Empress Celene...

“Hurry it up!” You snarl at Morrigan, writhing in sexual frustration. Morrigan increases her pace, and you start to get a bit nearer.

If Leliana wasn't otherwise occupied, you may called for her. The spymaster was a former bard. You wagered her blowjobs had tricked more than one not-so-lucky courtier to his grave, or at the very least, social disgrace, you wagered.

After few more minutes, you shot your load, plastering Morrigan with cum.

“Finally!” You groan, before wiping yourself off on the slimy, cum-encrusted mess that was once her hair. Cullen damn well ought to have her bathed by the time you were back.

Now that the witch has gotten you off, your cock slowly grows flaccid and sleep embraces you.

You wake with a groan to an empty bed, dawn's early light creeping through your stained glass windows. Morrigan is already up and about.

You find her in the hall, giving Cullen head.

The ex-Templar hasn't built up your tolerance to blowjobs from beautiful women. Morrigan is getting a reaction from him she'd never see from you.

You give him a wave goodbye as you leave the hall. You swear he flushes with embarrassment.

The two of them will be vital while you're away. Cullen will sit the replacement, much less interesting, throne, judging in your stead. In addition to his normal duties, he'll also oversee the vital Inquisition operations while Leliana and Josie are away.

Morrigan will work her magic, to ensure the effects of your throne linger over Skyhold as long as possible while you're away, ensuring the complementary mouths and pussies that are so good for recruitment stay working. She'll also provide any assistance to the beleaguered Captain she can, of course.

From the steps, you could see the caravan. Friends, dignitaries and officers rode horses. Guards and service personel would trudge to the ball on foot. The banner carrier was at the front, a majestic Inquisition banner displaying to any who saw the caravan your opulence and power.

At the back were two carriage. A small but sturdy one for Leliana and Josephine to squash into, and a larger, more extravagant one for you, befitting your greater position and stature.

Two black mares pull the rear carriage. Yours is drawn by great battle nugs, fearsome and horned.

You notice some design changes from the carriage you specified last night. Rather than being open to the elements, the carriage was enclosed, built from strong and expensive materials. The only way to see in, windows composed of seven glass panels each on either side, currently blocked by silk curtains. Within, you could sense the Blowjob Throne, practically a part of you. Nothing else really mattered.

“This is not what I requested.” You say to Leliana, who stands outside her carriage, still in her chain-mail, while Josie snores within. She must be subtly overseeing the caravan, you think.

“It's much safer, Inquisitor.” Leliana assures you.

“Hmph. Any assassin stupid enough to attack a carriage containing two of Thedas' most powerful mages is no threat to my safety.” You snort.

“You may be glad of it yet, Herald.” Leliana said. “I'm sure we're due some rain. We are, after all, technically still in Ferelden.”

You smiled, sharing a laugh with your spymaster at the expense of the waterlogged backwater your fortress bordered.

The seldom heard, but enticing sound of Leliana's musical laugh stirred something within you. Perhaps it was time to enter your carriage. Or see if Leliana and Josie's would accommodate you as well...

No. You were Inquisitor, and it would be unseemly for you to travel in anything but the Inquisitor's carriage, on the Blowjob Throne.

You knew deep down before the caravan arrived in Val Royeaux, you'd sneak into their carriage, though.

“Good travels, Leliana.” You bid her. Not that she needs your help to get through a long period of sharing a confined space with the Lady Ambassador, of course.

Leliana offers you the same, then climbs into her carriage. Opening the door, you hoist yourself up.

“We ride!” You announce to the caravan. A horn blows, and the thunder of boots, hooves and wagon wheels begins.

The noise is surprisingly almost entire eliminated as you enter the carriage and close the door behind you.

You're vaguely aware of Vivienne's presence within the carriage, but right now what matters to you most is restoring your proximity to the throne. The carriage shifts slightly under your weight as you trudge across and take your rightful place.

“Good morning, Inquisitor.” Vivienne says in a pleasant voice as you look up.

Though the curtains are drawn, blocking out most of the natural light, visibility is surprisingly good. You notice this has to do with four small Veilfire torches burning in each corner. The magical fire, though harmless, is contained by coverings of polished Drakestone, casting an attractive red light over everything.

Vivienne herself reclines on a couch facing you. It's one moved from her quarters in Skyhold. The First Enchanter did love her creature comforts. Vivienne has already stripped off to a thin white chemise, a silken garment that looks as if it might fly off if you opened the door and let the wind in. Her shoes lie atop a small chest, no doubt containing the garments she wore into the carriage.

Even without her high fashion, or perhaps because of it, Vivienne looks just as lovely in the red light. Without her headpiece, you can see her hair, such as it is. Vivienne has it shaved to nigh-on baldness, creating an image that, while alluring, seemed quite alien on a lady of such elegance. Also on display are her firm and high breasts, long, willowy legs, and feet, the black skin flawlessly smooth, despite Vivienne's active lifestyle.

“It is now!” You remark, drinking her in.

Your first day on the road is spent luxuriating in the lazy pleasure Vivienne provides. You relax, snack, drink a little, sit back and chat with Vivienne. Before you know it, it's time for lunch. You dress and leave the caravan to share a simple meal with Leliana and Josephine, all the time longing for a return to the carriage. It passes, and soon the two of you are back in the Drakestone light.

Vivienne kneels and you discuss life in the Circle, nobility, mages and templars, the Inquisition and what to expect at Val Royeaux. Vivienne alternates between blowing you while you talk, and replying with advice, anecdotes and cautions, all while using her hands to great effect.

You cum twice, once not long after lunch, the second load is shot not long before it's announced the Frostbacks are behind you and it's time to stop for the night.

You are surprised how much the day's events have exhausted you. You're not sure whether it's the road or your fellow mage.

You're not sure what wakes you. It could have been the light of dawn barely managing to penetrate the curtains, the chirping of songbirds or Vivienne's slow and tender blowjob.

“Good morning.” She says.

“Is now.” You reply again, smearing your prick against her mouth.

It's after lunch that the boredom begins to set in.

You fitfully rub Vivienne's head as the Marcher of Rivaini extraction continues to service you.

“Do I sense a little boredom with me, Inquisitor?” Vivienne asks, taking her mouth off your semi-hard prick and straightening up.

“Not with you.” You insist. In truth, the past twenty-four hours have been a welcome vacation. “I've just never liked being on the road. I prefer doing something! Or someone.” You add wryly.

“I may be able to help with that, dear.” Vivienne offers. “I made sure to pack a few amusements.”

“What do you have in mind?” You ask.

“It's a drinking game, of sorts...” Vivienne says cryptically. The look in her eyes suggests you won't be seeing who can quaff a gallon of beer faster.

“I'm not sure...” You say non-committally. “What else have you got.”

“This is a particularly wide wagon, isn't it, Inquisitor?” Vivienne observes. “It could very easily seat another person.”

You chuckle in delight when you catch what she's suggesting. That would be a sight. The First Enchanter and the Hand of the Divine, both sucking your cock. What a sight that'd be. You really didn't let the women of the Inquisition team up enough.

Not that that was the only possible combination. Fucking TWO dusken-skinned noble ladies in your private carriage would be an excellent distraction.

Or perhaps Vivienne could retire to the second carriage for a time. After all, the ambassador and the spymaster were VERY good friends. It would be a shame to separate them.