Velanna is (mostly) innocent.

You raise your bare ass from the tree stump serving as your temporary seat of judgement and stand over the two women, your cock still slick with Knight-Captain Rylock and Velanna's combined spit as you casually stroke yourself in their faces. The silence in the clearing is palpable, broken only by the wet squelch of your own masturbation as your impromptu court awaits your decision with bated breath.

You swivel your hips, aiming your cock back and forth between the two women indecisively as you weigh your options.

Despite Knight-Captain Rylock operating well within her authority as a Templar, your own personal bias naturally skews towards your fellow mage. And while you've been known to enjoy an emotionless sloppy blowjob from a Tranquil mage from time to time, you've always regarded the Rite of Tranquility to be a barbaric form of punishment. On the other hand, Velanna's actions, no matter how justified, resulted in the deaths of your soldiers, a fact you can't simply brush aside.

Your stroking grows more furious as your thoughts quicken until finally, you reach your peak and your verdict all at once.

Stepping forward, you aim your cock squarely on Velanna's face. The Dalish elf flinches in response, recoiling in disgust as the first jettisons of your "judgment" strike her across her scowling face. You let out a long, satisfied groan as arc after arc of your ropey white spunk splatters across her elven features and exposed cleavage.

Still feeling the lingering effects of Vivienne's stamina potion, your load is comically oversized, leaving your advisors and the surrounding soldiers left standing around idly as you give the exonerated mage nothing short of a one-man bukkake.

"A-a-almost finished..." you promise your audience as the last dribbles of your load stain Velanna's green robes. By the end, the elf is covered head to toe in your spunk, her Dalish clan tattoos hidden under a heavy layer of your essence. The mage coughs and sputters, struggling to breathe through the mask of musky, foul-smelling seed as you announce your verdict.

"Velanna, the Inquisition finds you innocent." you decree, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you wring the last drop of spunk from your cock. "If you are truly a Grey Warden as you claim, then these Templars hold no jurisdiction over you."

"Thank Mythal..." Velanna gags, wiping the excess seed from her green eyes. "Finally, a Shemlen with common sense."

"The Rite of Tranquility will not be invoked." you turn to signal your spymaster. Leliana nods, promptly extinguishing the branding iron of molten hot lyrium in the dirt, the sizzling Sunburst symbol left burning in the soil a harrowing glimpse at the sadistic punishment the Dalish narrowly escaped.

You can already hear grumbling from your soldiers at your decision, not keen on seeing the mage who spilled Inquisition blood simply walk free but the Inquisitor's judgment is final. And there is, as always, plenty of wiggle room in your ruling.

"However, the deaths of Inquisition soldiers cannot simply go unpunished." you continue, giving her a stern expression. "As penance for her actions," you proclaim. "For the rest of our journey, Velanna will serve as the soldier's cum dump!"

"What?!?" Velanna's face contorts in rage, her cries of indignation drowned out by the raucous cheers from your men.

"When we reach the Winter Palace, you'll be free to go." you smirk. "If you aren't a mind-broken slut by then, that is."

"I'd sooner lick the backside of the Hanal'ghilan before I put my lips on your dirty Shemlen cocks." Velanna curses.

The Dalish's fiery protests fall on deaf ears as your soldiers waste no time carrying out your orders. They surround the elf, tearing off her mage robes in a flurry of Halla fur to reveal her pale skin and lithe nude body. The blonde elf struggles but she's quickly overpowered by the men, cursing and spitting in her native elven tongue as your soldiers carry her away.

"Unhand me, you oaf....I am Velanna of the Grey Wardens, not one of your common human wh-GLACK GLACK GLACK!"

Velanna's shrill voice is muffled by the first human cock jammed into her mouth, plundering her throat for all it's worth as the rest of your soldiers break in their newest toy. As the elf's gags fill your ears, you turn back to Rylock still on her knees.

"As for you, Knight-Captain Rylock," you say, looking down at the Templar with your cock hanging in her face once again. "I hope we can put this nasty ordeal behind us. My Inquisition is always welcome to a woman of your considerable talents."

"An offer most generous, Inquisitor." Rylock admits tepidly. "After all that has transpired here today, I don't see a future for myself among the Templars that doesn't involve years of latrine duty. I would be honored to fight for your Inquisition."

"Excellent choice." you offer with a chuckle, waving over the small handful of soldiers who didn't run off with Velanna. "Men, strip the Knight-Captain out of that frumpy Templar armor. Give her the proper Inquisition initiation, won't you?"

The remaining soldiers offer you a crisp salute, eagerly prying the Knight-Templar from her tin-can armor to reveal the toned body and ample breasts hiding just underneath. You can't help but admire the woman's beauty as the burly soldiers tosses the warrior over their shoulders and carry her off to the opposite side of the clearing as Velanna and the others.

It doesn't take long before you hear Rylock's moaning as the men line up to welcome the Inquisition's newest recruit.

"Well, that takes care of that..." you offer with a dust of your hands. Another problem solved by the power of the Throne.

Turning to your advisors, you see Josephine jotting down your verdict in her ledger, a puzzled look on her face as her eyes travel back from Velanna to Rylock's opposite sides of the clearing. When the lines between punishment and reward are as muddled as yours admittedly are, it takes a master of their craft to find the semantic nuance in your depraved rulings.

"This place is suitable to make camp." Leliana offers, survey the surroundings. "Shall we stop for the evening, Inquisitor?"

"I don't think our boys will march another step." you laugh, hearing the faint sounds of gagging behind you. "Let's camp."

Leliana and Josephine bow dutifully, giving your cock a kiss on the tip before heading off in opposite directions to oversee the unpacking of your camp. You brought almost all your creature comforts from Skyhold along with you on this journey and it would take coordination to build it.

Turning on your heel, you begin walking back to your carriage when you notice Vivienne saddling up beside you again.

"I think you handled that masterfully, dear," Vivienne says, never one to keep her opinion to herself. "Freeing the mage and placating the blood-thirsty mob. You're far more politically-minded than Lady Josephine gives you credit, darling.

"Uh-huh..." you smirk, seeing through her obvious attempts at flattery. "More stroking my cock, less stroking my ego."

"You'll find I'm more than capable of both, darling." the mage coos, reaching down and fluffing your cock with her hand. "Now before all that unpleasantness," she clicks her tongue. "I believe you intended on stuffing this fat cock up my ass."

"Those indeed were my intentions." you grin lecherously, groping the mage's posterior. "But I must admit, all that sitting in judgment has me feeling a bit famished. If I'm going to excavate your Deep Roads, I'd prefer to do it on a full stomach."

"Shall we reconvene in your tent after dinner then, darling?" Vivienne offers seductively.

"It's a date." you laugh, spanking her ass loud enough to startle a crow from a nearby tree. A friend of Leliana, perhaps?

As Vivienne saunters off, you sneak a glance at the fine ass you'll be balls deep in come sundown. Returning to the carriage, you gather your belongings as the servants unpack your Throne from the caravan. It probably didn't need to be unpacked, your long day of travel seated in it leaving you with more than enough residual magic to last the night but you don't like being separated from your prized possession for too long, do you?