You'll do it yourself.

...Of course, it also helped your decision that, like half of Thedas, you had read Tethras' book and enjoyed Hawke's adventures. Despite the dwarf's writing making you feel as if you knew her, you'd never had the chance to meet the Champion of Kirkwall in the flesh. If she was half as dashing and beautiful as he had described her, you really owed it to yourself to do so.

“Forget a squad, Josie. I'll go myself.” You say intently.

-

Several days later...

You groan in delight, hands appreciatively stroking the back of the First Enchanter's head as she sucks you.

She had come to you in your tent in the Inquisition's Approach camp a few hours ago. Meeting her shortly before your departure from Skyhold, you had exchanged a little conversation with her, as well as Varric and Dorian, as you made for the Western Approach.

Arriving in your tent with a bottle of the finest Orlesian wine, it hadn't been all that long until Madame de Fer's pleasant conversation had made a turn for something far more physical, albeit equally as pleasurable.

Letting her gear, somehow as appropriate for desert travel as it was ornate and alluring hit the sandy floor, Vivienne had slithered into your bunk, let your lengthy, semi-erect cock out of your trousers and began sucking on it.

You were in no fit state to refuse a woman of her beauty and glamour and so you sank back into your bedding, reeling with pleasure and admiring the curves of her chocolate brown body in the lantern light. They didn't make women like her in Highever, that was for sure.

Even before you had taken the Inquisitor's Throne, many women had treated you this act. Still, there was something about Vivienne, her technique, her grace, that put her proudly into the first class. The one where she had little company but witches and Spymasters...

Vivienne's poise was so exquisite that she was even able to deepthroat a cock with a certain dignity. She took your entire hard, drooling length into her throat and was still able to shoot you the most beguiling look, her eyes not watering one bit.

“Maker...” Was all you were able to groan. Vivienne seemed to thrill at your simple comment, as if the epithet had been intended for her.

You were close now, and Vivienne seemed to sense it. Redoubling her efforts, she sucked your cock with an almost magical intensity. You held out as long as possible, in fact, you would have happily lain there, her head at your groin, until the harsh desert sun beat down on the tent's canvas, but it was not to be. Even a Grey Warden couldn't last forever.

You orgasm with a joyous groan, gripping the edges of your bunk as you unload in the mage's mouth. Vivienne, to her credit, keeps her lips clamped down onto your cock, taking every spurt your balls have to offer and swallowing it gladly when the torrent abates.

Only then does Vivienne straighten up, sitting casually at the opposite end of your bunk. You notice she doesn't seem out of breath in the slightest, despite sucking you uninterrupted for minutes at a time. Another of the perverse magicks Morrigan had occasionally modelled for you back during the Blight?

“Vivienne, that was... wow.” You say, at a loss for words.

“I know.” The mage says confidently. “Of course, I'm quite disappointed I had to swallow. I do so love a good facial, darling.”

You had a feeling you'd be spending more time with Vivienne back at Skyhold than you had once expected.

“There's always time to correct that error, Vivienne.” You smirk, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

The mage laughs, revealing flawless white teeth.

“My dear warden, I'm beginning to suspect you running our old Inquisitor through is the best thing to happen to us in quite a while.”

You're starting to think the same yourself. It had only been a few days, but you'd been living in luxury, excess, and couldn't turn around without running into a fuckable woman... that and Inquisitor Trevelyn had been a venal oaf you'd been morally right to cut down, you hastily reminded yourself.

“The fat pig wouldn't even talk to me without an... offering such as that sometimes. Can you even imagine it?” Vivienne continued.

Rising to her feet, Vivienne makes for her clothing.

“Now, Inquisitor, is there anything else you require of me? Perhaps we should both get some rest...”

You can't resist eyeing her naked form once again as she makes for the centre of the tent. The sight of the lady's cunt, the sway of her hips, her ass, is awakening your cock once again...