Varric and Hawke!

Entering Josephine's office, you're surprised to see Varric lounging on the ambassador's couch. While the dwarf typically steered clear of the diplomat's chambers, leaving the petty squabbles of bickering officials to Josie, he certainly looks comfortable inside her office at the moment.

You can likely attribute this to the head bouncing on his hairy lap—and doing a damn fine job- judging from the fact your pantsless companion doesn't even notice your entry into the room as the telltale sounds of someone gagging on his absurdly thick cock obscure your footsteps.

As you approach the couch to get a better look, you nearly stumble over a discarded breastplate and other bits of rather familiar-looking armor before you discover the woman with her mouth wrapped around Varric's cock is none other than Marian Hawke. The Champion of Kirkwall is kneeling on all fours on the sofa with her ass held high as her head hangs over Varric's groin.

"Inquisitor!" Varric offers with a broad smile while his close friend bobs away on his prick.

"Varric," you greet him casually with a nod. "I wasn't aware Hawke was still in Skyhold..."

"We haven't had the chance to catch up since that mess at Adamant..." the dwarf offers with his trademark smirk on his face. Threading his stocky fingers through Hawke's shaggy black locks, he guides her head further down his length. "You think Ruffles will mind us using her office?"

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you wink, dropping your bare-ass onto Josie's sofa at Hawke's rear.

You and Varric exchange glances, the dwarf tapping his nose as you pull Hawke's smallclothes to the side and expose her pink folds. You press the head of your prick to the heroine's wet slit, signaling your intent as a shuddering moan of anticipation rolls through Hawke's stuffed throat only to reverberate through Varric's spit-soaked lap.

With a roll of your hips, you ease into Marian's pussy, sliding the first few inches of your cock into her warm, inviting hole. The heroine's inner walls grip your shaft tight like a sword's hilt as you begin to steadily thrust in and out of her, the warrior rocking back and forth to meet the alternating pushes of the two hung men filling her at both ends. Deeper and deeper you thrust, your prick invading Hawke's Deep Roads til the wet sound of your heavy balls slapping against her dripping, wet cunt as she grinds against your lap fills the ambassador's office.

"You know, I used to fantasize all about you," you lurch forward to whisper into Hawke's ear. You reach down and grab one of her breasts, your fingers sinking into the soft, pillowy flesh. "Varric may have exaggerated in Tales of the Champion but you've still got a great rack..."

Like many in Thedas, you read all about Hawke's adventures in Varric's Tales of the Champion. And like everyone who read the book, you'd become intimately familiar with Hawke's love life, the dwarf dedicating several chapters of the work to the heroine's numerous sexual conquests. Back in the Ostwick Circle, you used to check the book out of the library for months at a time, spending those lonely nights polishing your mage staff to descriptions of the woman's body, only finally returning the book once the pages began sticking together.

For a moment, the room is silent except for the sounds of slapping flesh before Varric perks up. "Hawke told me about the Fade..." he reveals, keeping the heroine's head anchored to his base. "I never got the chance to say thank you..." he says "...for bringing her back safe, Inquisitor."

"Of course," you nod sympathetically. "It's just a shame what happened to Warden Stroop."

"You mean Stroud?" Varric corrects you.

"Right, the mustache guy." you groan. "The one who sacrificed himself so we could escape."

"I still haven't gotten the full story, y'know..." Varric says. "Chuckles was filling me before..." the dwarf tilts his head down and smirks. "So tell me, what the hell happened in the Fade?"

"Well..." you say, giving Hawke's ass a quick smack before you tilt your head back in thought. Your memories of that fateful day are quite vivid, almost like stepping directly into a flashback.