Grab Vivienne.

“Rest is for the dead, dear.” You say, grabbing Vivienne's wrist and pulling her down on top of you. “Or fat oafs who'd make a woman pleasure them and provide nothing in return.”

Vivienne grins. It would seem you've found yet another supporter of your tenure.

“So forceful! I'm beginning to see how you could face down an Archdemon and live to tell the tale.” She smirks.

You respond by grinding your rapidly hardening prick against her, and giving her voluptuous body a squeeze. In truth, it had been Alistair who struck the killing blow, and Alistair's seed that had allowed the both of you to live, but you were sometimes content to trade on the Hero of Ferelden's reputation.

Your hands cupping her ass, Vivienne mounts you. The First Enchanter's honey pot is tight, hot and slick. Her inner walls feel as soft as the velvets and silks she drapes her body in.

“I've seen the way you look at Morrigan, Inquisitor Cousland.” Vivienne notes. “Have a thing for mages, do you?”

“I've- I've a thing for beautiful women, Vivienne.” You clarify. “I was close to Leliana once, close enough that she nearly became Lady Cousland, and I've never seen her shoot a single fireball.”

Vivienne's hands are on your well-muscled chest now, supporting herself as she brings her hips up and down, up and down on yours.

“Don't tell me that.” She pants softly.

“Why? Jealous?” You ask playfully.

“No, because I'd kill to see our dear Spymaster in a noble lady's dresses.” She smiles.

You must admit, it would've been nice.

You laugh, thrusting up harder and faster into Vivienne's pussy. She responds in kind, and before you know it, her moans of ecstacy are filling the tent. In fact, she's enjoying herself so much, they're actually escaping...

-

Out in the middle of camp, Dorian drops his cards in annoyance.

"Yes! Maker, yes! Keep going, dear, you're incredible!"

“They're entitled to do what they want, but do they have to be so... exuberant?” The mustachioed Tevinter asks.

“Don't worry about it, blueblood. We can always move... a little closer.” Varric jokes, shuffling his hand as the mage scowls.

-

You can't hold off much longer. Vivienne has came twice by this point, shrieking in delight, her cunt gripping you even tighter as she climaxes. Gripping her soft, slightly sweaty thighs for support, you thunder into her, again and again, until neither of you can take any more.

You release into the mage, your second of the night, but only barely less prodigious a shot as the first.

The shaven-headed woman throws her head back in satisfaction as you flood her insides with your potent cum. Falling off of you with a slick pop!, Vivienne rests beside you on the bunk.

“That... was a delight, my dear.” You'd honestly have to agree. “I haven't been fucked like that since I left Montsimmard!”

Performing a deft movement of her hand, Vivienne points a single shapely finger to her cum-filled pussy.

“Just a convenient spell, to avoid any unhappy surprises.” She informs you.

The thought of that intrigues you a little, as it always has. Imagining Vivienne, her belly swollen with child, your doing, is almost enough to bring you around yet again.