Sure, why not?

There are worse ways to enjoy your retirement after kicking Corypheus's ass than cruising around the world in a boat full of your favorite bitches with Isabela at the helm.

"Ambassador Montilyet!" You shout. "Find this lovely lady a boat. A big one, so that I may... spread word of the Inquisition around the world!"

Isabela jumps for joy, tits jumping around and smashing together with an audible smack. "You won't regret this!" She says. "I'll be the biggest whore around Skyhold until we sat sail, I can promise you that."

You didn't even had to ask, and she offered. You didn't know if it was because she was a huge slut, or just smart enough to know where you were going. Anyway, you are not one to look a gift whore in the mouth, so you nod solemly to ackowledge the deal.

"While my personal whore is away, you will serve me." You declare, swinging your dick. "Once Morringan is back at her rightful position, you will be free for anyone to use in Skyhold."

Cheers echo from the crowd, and stood up to wave at the hollering soldiers. Briefly, because Isabela pounced on you, knocking you back into the throne.

"Shit!" You mumbled from the impact. "Shiiit..." You moaned as the pirate wrapped her huge tits around your knob, worshipping your head with sloppy kisses.

"Ahem!" Josephine clears her throat, shifting your attention from one bronze beauty to the other. "Your holiness, we have much work to get done today."

For once, you agree. The final battle draws nearer, and you need to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. Surprisingly, with Isabela's help you are able to make it a full day of work in an afternoon. The Rivanian whore had an knack to sense when you where getting bored or with low energy and kick things up a notch, either shifting positions or simply going throat goddess mode on you cock.

Hell, she even made made it so that you could actually have a full meeting with Cullen about troop deployments and the whatnot, simply by riding you! After all, you wouldn't be so annoyed with him if instead of looking at his face, you had Isabela's enormous jugs covering your head.

Still, great things must come to a temporary end, so you slap Isabela in the ass and retreat to your room, sending the woman to be fucked by an entire garrison.

You are actually tired from the day at the office, but once you climb the stairs to your room you are instanly energized by the sight in front of you: a plate full of roasted chicken, your favorite, and Leliana, who was dressed to kill.

The spymaster was always beautiful, but resting against your desk, with high heels, a purple corset than enphasized how thin her waist is and how large her breasts are. She didn't wear panties, her folds glistening with arousal and neither a bra, her pierced pink nipples hard enough to cut through glass.

Times like these, she looked like the prettiest woman in Thedas.

Which meant she wanted something.

A part of you didn't want to play her games, telling you to just fuck her in the ass and then send her packing. A bigger part of you, however, just saw a stunning redhead and a beautiful plate of food, and would do anything to get both.

"My dear Inquisitor..." She said, her accent as sexy as ever. "I thought you might be hungry after your little sex marathon."

"And I hope you saved something for little old me..." Leliana added, pressing against your body. By the maker, she smelled so good... "It has been quite a while since you gave me so much... attention..."

Both of your hands come crashing down on her tight ass, fast and hard. Leliana coos, as you bring her closer, melting into your hands.

"Stop the bullshit." You say. "Whatever it is that you want, you're getting. So stuff your face while I stuff my face."

You chuckle from the pun, Leliana fake pouts. "You're no fun." She says, assuming her default cocksucking position: squatting with her legs spread.

She doesn't give you a blowjob, she makes love with your dick. Kissing and licking along your shaft, small skilled hands fondling your balls, Leliana is worshipping your prick.

It was nice to see, and even nicer to feel as you devour your dinner. A nice change of pace from the constant face fucking, the feeling of power from seeing someone as beautiful as Leliana debasing herself intoxicating.

The spymasters is rubbing your cock against her pretty face while you finish dinner, and when you put your plate down on the table, you clean your mouth off all that grease with your hands.

"Out with it." You say, and Leliana beams with a smile so wicked that the maker shuddered.