You come aboard.

“A pleasure to meet you, Captain.” You smile lecherously at the dark-skinned woman. You had a feeling this voyage would be far more enjoyable than your last. You had no intention of being bent over the side, vomiting into the sea this time, for one.

“Likewise, Herald. I've heard many, many things about your Inquisition. Save Bethany, and I may even believe a few of them.” Isabela says in a haughty tone.

Your men are ushered into the rowboats. Isabela's shore party, and your rank and file agents, pile into the first boat. Into the other go Isabela, Marian, Leliana and yourself. As well as a couple of strong sailors. You are, after all, a little above rowing.

“That's a fine ship you have there, Captain.” You say, complimenting the dusky Rivaini sat in front of you.

“Majestic, isn't she? I call her the Siren's Call II.” Isabela announces.

“I'm just glad I talked you out of calling it The Marian.” Hawke smiles. “I'm not sure I want something this big named after me.”

“It would've been nice to say I spend most of my time on Marian, though.” Isabela quips. Hawke gently smacks her lover's arm.

Watching the two women be affectionate gets your prick swelling once again. Reaching out, your hand finds the back of Leliana's head. You push her face down into your lap, and she obediently gets to sucking your cock.

Isabela and Hawke seem quite unaware of the oral services you're receiving from your Spymaster, too happy at their reunion to notice the silence of Marian's Inquisition masters.

The sailors rowing you towards Isabela's flagship are quite the opposite. You can feel their jealous eyes on you, mentally replacing your cock with their own between the pretty redhead's lips.

You almost feel for them. The seas were infamous for their lack of female company, and when the only women on your ship are the captain and her wife, it must be even worse. No wonder so many of them resorted to sodomy.

Still, with Leliana, Marian and Isabela all at your beck and call on this little voyage, you'd be in no danger of that.

You reach the Siren's Call before you're even close to cumming. A little annoyed, you let Leliana up at long last for air. As a spy, her ability to hold her breath had been exceptional already, honed from **** resistance training and amphibious infiltrations. It had only improved since you'd started routinely requesting blowjobs.

Isabela's men haul you onto deck. You look around, impressed with the sheer size and skilled construction of her vessel.

“We set sail in an hour or so.” Isabela informs you. “Our course across the Waking Sea should take us a little less than a week.”

“You must be sore from the road, Inquisitor.” Marian says. “One of Isabela's crew can show you and Sister Leliana to your cabin.” She offers.

“In the meantime, it's been too long since I've seen you, Marian. I say we go get reacquainted.” The busty privateer smiles, stroking her spouse's face.

You turn and look at Leliana. Some alone time might be nice about now. Despite travelling from Skyhold with her, you were far from tired of the delights of her company. Plus, she'd brought you halfway to orgasm as you came aboard. You didn't generally stand on being blue-balled.

But, you might worm your way into the reuniting couple's celebrations. Despite your distance from the Throne, enough of it's residual magic still permeated your body that even a woman like Isabela, who had never been exposed to it's magic, could not refuse to obey you.