Visit Leliana in the Keep.

Your rooftop fun with Sera finished, you return to the Herald's Rest. From the looks of things, the tavern is just about winding down for the evening as only a handful of the regulars remain.

That includes Varric, looking rather content sitting near the fireplace as he counts his winnings from another lucky night of Wicked Grace. Peering under his table, you couldn't help but notice your tavern owner turned cum-dump Flissa with her lips stretched across his dwarven girth.

Bidding the dwarf goodnight, you depart from the tavern. Not yet willing to call it a night here, you instinctively turn your attention to the main tower. The dull flicker of candlelight coming from Leliana's keep is a sure sign the spymaster is burning the midnight oil up in her office.

Returning to the main hall and then up the tower staircase, you pass through the library where the tranquil mages are busy categorizing your collection of tomes on the subject of sex magic.

In the corner, Dorian is curled up on the comfy-looking couch with a book on the mating habits of Qunari in his hands and a handsome half-elf between his outstretched legs. You give the Vint a curt nod, leaving him to enjoy his mental and physical stimulations as you continue upstairs.

Trudging up those last few steps, you finally arrive in the tower keep. It's here you find Leliana, sitting silently at her desk reading a letter with a look of unease upon her face. The contents of this letter must be quite distracting as the ever-vigilant spymaster doesn't sense your presence in her quarters until you're standing next to her with your cock hanging in front of her face.

"Oh, Inquisitor," she says tepidly, setting the letter aside. "What brings you here at this hour?"

"Take a wild guess," you smirk, gripping your engorged member and presenting it to her lips.

"Ah, of course." Leliana nods half-heartedly. Taking your throbbing shaft in her gloved hands, the spymaster begins to steadily stroke the needy thickness. A faint groan escapes your throat as the redhead's warm mouth envelopes your head, tongue flitting across your mushroom tip.

While her lips are glued to your cock, you could tell the spymaster's mind is clearly elsewhere. The former bard's sense of rhythm, practiced and perfected in countless taverns across Thedas is noticeably absent this evening while her eyes, usually staring up at you in lustful submission now struggle to maintain eye contact as she steals glances back to the parchment on her desk.

"Is something troubling you, spymaster?" you finally question her. "You seem...distracted."

"I've received a message," she says, lifting her mouth off your cock. "From Divine Justinia..."

"But the Divine is dead." you offer bluntly. "And last I checked, the dead don't send letters.”

“And you feel the need to inform me of this...” Leliana simpers, a faint trail of spit connecting your cock with her pouting lips as she idly fondles your balls. “This letter was written months, perhaps even years ago, with instructions to be delivered to me upon the Most Holy's ****."

Gripping you by the base, her head drifts down to tease the heavy sack below with her tongue.

"I’ve heard of such contingency plans before," she muses, hands gliding so effortlessly up and down your spit-coated shaft as she stares up at you. "A sudden **** often leaves loose ends."

In the aftermath of Divine Justinia's tragic ****, Leliana began to experience a crisis of faith. Questioning the Maker's plan for her, it wouldn't be until you discovered the Blowjob Throne that the most devout Andrastian in all of Skyhold would come to find renewed purpose from serving as one of your holy cocksleeves. These days, it seems the former lay sister takes more comfort gagging upon your blessed cock than her morning prayers in the Chantry garden.

“I’m to go to Valence, a small village on the Waking Sea," she says, summarizing the letter. "There is something hidden there in the Chantry where Justinia was once Revered Mother."

“What sort of something?” you shudder as Leliana's tongue runs up the length of your shaft.

“The Divine was a powerful woman who used her position to obtain all manner of rare things," Leliana explains in-between soft kisses to your cockhead. "Whatever she hid in Valence would likely benefit the Inquisition greatly and should not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands..."

"Can't you delegate this to one of your agents?" you mutter, not thrilled by the idea of going without one of your most-talented cocksuckers for any extended period. And not to mention, she's the Inquisition spymaster and you're at a critical time in your war against Corypheus.

"Not this time," she says, stroking you faster. "Whatever we find there, it is for my eyes only."

"We?" you smirk, arching an eyebrow.

"I had hoped that you might join me, Inquisitor," she admits. "If what Justinia left for me is as valuable as I think, we will not be the only ones searching for it. We may require your magic."

Before you can even mull over her offer, Leliana pushes your cock back into her warm mouth. You watch with glee as inch after inch of your turgid length disappears down her tight throat, the soft jingle of her chainmail filling the room as her hooded face gently bobs on your lap.

Your mind blanks from over-stimulation as the bard's tongue teases the underside of your shaft before with an audible pop, she removes your cock from her wet mouth, panting from exertion.

"The journey would not be far..." she assures you, squeezing the base of your cock as she starts playfully slapping it against her left cheek. "Two days by carriage at the most..." she adds as she alternates to the right cheek. "Time you and I could use to grow better acquainted, I'm sure."

The bard's honeyed words resonate deep within your soul and your dick. But mostly your dick.

"You make a fine point, spymaster," you groan. "Though I may need a bit more convincing..."

Of course, that's all bullshit. In your mind, you've already agreed to her plan, and Leliana knew that as well as you did but she doesn't mind humoring your little power plays when it suits her.

"Well then," she purrs, lowering her hood. "Let me show you just how persuasive I can be..."

Without missing a beat, the spymaster plunges her head forward, swallowing your entire cock to the base with one blunt thrust that buries her nose in your pubes. Just as quick as she began, she draws back, your spit-shined length glistening under the candlelight before it once again, disappears down her throat. She repeats this several times as she willingly face-fucks herself.

The pleasure you feel is almost indescribable, and it takes all your combined willpower and a little magic not to cum right then and there before Leliana comes off your cock with a gasp.

"Cum for me, Inquisitor..." she pleads, eyes glazing over in pure lust. "Give it to me now."

"Mmm, not yet..." you groan, running your grubby fingers through the woman's crimson hair.

"Ugh, why must you tease me so?" she moans, biting her bottom lip.

You feel the spymaster's hands on your hips, driving your cock balls deeper with every thrust, her cute face now a mess of sweat, tears and drool that escape the tight seal around her mouth. To see such a beautiful and powerful woman, one that wouldn't have given you a second glance back in your previous life, willingly **** herself on your dick gives you such primal thrill that you can no longer contain yourself.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." you announce. "The Maker is telling me to do it on your face..."

"Then do it!" she pleads, your dick slipping from her eager mouth as she starts jerking you off, staring down the barrel of your cock as she tilts her head back. "Shower me in your holy seed!"

Happy to oblige her request, you finally let loose as ropes of pearly white splash her pale face, plastering her cheeks, nose, and forehead with your cream before your final burst shoots high, painting a white streak through the spymaster's fiery red mane.

You stand there, gasping for air, the spymaster's desk the only thing keeping you upright.

“So..." Leliana finally speaks, making a show of scooping the cum from her rosy cheeks before licking her fingers clean. “Can I assume you’ll be joining me on my trip to Valence, Inquisitor?"

“Well, I can hardly say no after that..." you pant, wiping the beads of sweat from your brow.

"Very good, Your Worship," she nods, surprising you with how quick she returns to her normal business-like tone of voice. "I'll have Josie handle the arrangments. We can leave by morning."

"Noon would be better," you retort. "You know how I prefer to sleep in."

"Of course, Inquisitor." she nods, making no motion to clean herself as she returns to her work.

Feeling satisfied, you turn and leave the rookery. It looks like you'll have a trip with Leliana to look forward to tomorrow. For now, it's getting late and you should probably head up to bed.