Attend the War Table meeting.

Finished with your meal, you exit the tavern. You barely make it two steps into the courtyard before you hear loud moaning coming from above you. Sitting on the roof of the Herald's Rest, a bottle of wine in one hand and the other plunged down the front of her plaid tights is Sera.

Following the elven girl's lustful gaze, you spot what appears to be an intense sparring match happening between Seeker Pentaghast and the Iron Bull near the Skyhold training dummies.

Upon closer inspection, you start to realize that Cassandra's grimace isn't from any sparring.

In an act that may surprise the Chantry hardliners, you discover Cassandra is riding the Qunari. The Bull's large hands hold the warrior in a firm, yet supportive manner as the first few inches of his massive grey cock work themselves right up the Seeker's famously tight rear end.

"Maker's Balls!" Cassandra groans in exasperation, her face contorting in a pained expression.

"Just a little more, Seeker." Bull encourages her. "We're almost done with endurance training."

Wishing to investigate further, you saunter over before you're cut off by one of Leliana's agents who presents you with a sealed letter. You sigh, opening the envelope, finding a message from the spymaster written in code that reads: EMERGENCY WAR COUNCIL MEETING IN FIVE MINUTES.

"Ugh, this had better be good..." you grumble, immolating the letter into ashes in your fingers.

Reaching the entrance to the War Council, you channel your magic and summon a gust of wind. The massive doors swing open with a satisfying swoosh, sending papers fluttering off the tables and lifting Josephine's ruffled skirt just enough to briefly reveal her neatly trimmed pussy.

The diplomat lets out a giggle at the rush of mountain air, drawing Cullen and Leliana's eyes. Your blushing commander turns away while the spymaster's eyes linger and she licks her lips.

"Sorry, I'm late..." you smirk, striding up to the War Table. Of course, you're always late but that's the purpose of your advisors, right? You're only there to render the final judgments.

"That's quite alright, Your Worship..." Cullen clears his throat. "Shall we continue, ladies?"

The meeting proceeds as expected. Both Josephine and Leliana's reports are quick and succinct, well-tailored for a man with your limited attention span. And then there's Commander Cullen, whose dull and dreadfully long-winded briefings could lull a Great Bear into early hibernation.

Thankfully, you have two female advisors there to help you stave off boredom with a blowjob. You can't recall when this became the routine for War Table meetings but either way, it's stuck; and quite honestly, it's probably the only way of keeping you awake during the damned things.

Sensing your attention slipping away, Leliana is the first to sink down to her knees at your side, awakening your pale dragon with a sultry kiss at the tip that makes you twitch against her lips. Lady Josephine is quick to follow, setting aside her trusty ledger as she bends the knee for you.

Given their shared history together, Leliana and Josephine make a natural team of cocksuckers. The two seemingly communicate without words, every lick and kiss finding just the right spot; their pair of talented tongues gliding from your tip to the balls like a kind of perverted ballet.

While Leliana swirls her tongue across your cockhead, savoring the occasional bead of pre-cum, your ambassador's head drifts a bit lower to the balls, pressing her mouth to your swollen sack. The Antivan's dusky complexion beautifully contrasts the fair-skinned spymaster as both girls grip your shaft tightly, pumping your cock in unison, working their combined spit into a froth.

"Shall we divert more reinforcements to the Hissing Wastes then, Inquisitor?" Cullen inquires.

"Oh Maker yes!" you groan, gripping the War Table as Leliana suddenly throats you balls-deep.

"V-very well then..." Cullen nods, scanning the map as he shifts his infantry pieces into place.

Even with your senses overloaded by the combined attentions of the diplomat and spymaster, you take notice as one of Leliana's hands draws off your prick, circling around to your backside until you feel one of her fingers knocking at your backdoor. You flinch at the sudden intrusion, the bard's gloved digit working itself inside you. You find the sensation odd but not unpleasant as the redhead gently stimulates you from within, adding an extra layer to the cake of pleasure.

"Finally, Your Worship," the Commander clears his throat. "We have a situation regarding the mountain pass we've uncovered in the Frostbacks..." he says, pointing to the mark on the map. "Using this hidden pass, our supply runners would reach the front lines in half the time."

"That sounds highly advantageous," you offer between moans. "What's the situation then?"

"The pass currently splits land held by two minor nobles, Lords Reinhold and Eldon of Orlais. Both men are claiming a legal right to the pass and each has forbidden its use until the matter of ownership is resolved..."

"Andraste's ass, does everything in Orlais have to be a land dispute?" you roll your eyes.

"The Eldons and Reinholds have been quarreling for close to eight hundred years, Inquisitor." Josephine, your resident authority on all things Thedas' nobility interjects, drawing her mouth from your spit-slathered scrotum long enough to offer her two sovereign's worth.

"Well people, let's hear some options..." you announce, calling upon your three advisors.

"Any rich lords will have indiscretions they'd do anything to keep private," Leliana speaks first, a thick strand of spit connecting her smirking lips to your cock. "If either man has a penchant for wearing ladies' smallclothes, my spies will find something we can use to **** them."

"This is no time for Grand Games," Cullen interjects. "Let my soldiers take the path by ****."

"Hm, and what's your take on this matter, Lady Montileyet?" you ask, peering down at Josie.

"Well..." the ambassador thinks aloud, diplomatic enough to keep stroking even as she does so. "I suppose if both Lords were invited to Skyhold, I could try my best to broker a peace treaty."

The three begin arguing the downsides of each other's plans, each unwilling to compromise. Before too long the room is deadlocked. With a sigh, you run your fingers through Josie's hair until you have a decent grip. You do the same with Leliana, who moans at your rough touch.

Holding them both steady, you thrust your cock between their soft lips while you deliberate.