Unwind in the War Room.

Skyhold's War Table was an impressive piece of furniture, hewn from the base of some mighty tree. Leliana once told you it was from the Brecilian Forest in Ferelden or some such place. Normally, it bore expansive maps of Orlais and Ferelden, counters and statuettes denoting the Inquisition's resources and manpower, and anything else Leliana, Cullen and Josephine needed to do their jobs.

Currently, most of those items were scattered to the floor, with Vivienne laying across the table instead. Her now-naked body stretched across the western edge of the map of Ferelden. Over Skyhold, and Haven and the Frostbacks. Now that was a thought. You'd sooner see Vivienne's beautiful form above your head than the Breach anyday.

The Enchanter's legs were spread, with you between them, your cock deep inside her. True to her promise, Vivienne was doing an admirable job of helping you forget your earlier failures.

In fact, Vivienne was doing such an excellent job distracting you, that as you gripped her legs, which were draped over your shoulders and shot your load in her cunt, your mind was on something else entirely.

"Ah... I think you needed that, Inquisitior." Vivienne observed.

As you pulled out of her pussy, cum drooling everywhere, you knew she was right. Aside from the sheer animal feeling of victory when you came in Vivienne and claimed her with your cum, it gave you a certain transgressive thrill to know that you might have knocked her up. Even in these tumultuous times, you were pretty certain Vivienne would come out of this crisis in a position of power and authority. You could think of worse people to fill with your child.

"Now, I forbid you from worrying about that Throne, my dear." Vivienne says imperiously. "Go about your Inquisitorial duties for the week, and I will arrange some alone time for you and Celene at her ball." Vivienne assures you.

"Just promise me one thing:" Vivienne begins.

"Which is?" You ask. One "little favour" a day might be enough for some, not Vivienne, though.

"I want to be there, stroking that cock of yours as it sprays our beloved Empress with cum." Vivienne announces bluntly.

"How could I refuse you that?" You grin.

"Very much appreciated, my dear." Vivienne says, shifting atop the War Table.

As she moves, Vivienne's black body brushes against objects on the map, sending fortresses and cities tumbling across southern Thedas.

Before too long, the Enchanter is lying on her back, her head dangling off the edge of the War Table, so close to your cock.

"Come, let me clean you up." Vivienne says, gently taking your cock and guiding it to her lips.

With some gusto, Vivienne begins to suck your cock clean once more. You'd wash your whole body this way if it felt as good.

"Hmm... You must really love the taste of your own pussy." You smirk, watching Vivienne take your hardening cock.

"I've yet to meet anyone who doesn't like the taste of my pussy." Vivienne boasts. Her confident tone of voice has you eager to put that to the test when next she's clean.

The new few seconds, or they may have been minutes, pass in a haze of absolute pleasure. Vivienne's cleaning efforts have evolved, almost imperceptibly, into another blowjob. You're content to stand at the War Table, enjoying her ministrations and idly kneading her exposed tits.

It does feel a little weird to be inside this chamber without your advisors. You're not even sure if you have before this in fact. Thinking about them, you are reminded that it seems like it's been quite a while since your last War Council. In fact...

A clatterring noise not too far behind you breaks you from that train of thought. You glance over your shoulder to see Leliana standing behind you a few feet. She seems to have tripped over some discarded clothing. Something Vivienne does with her tongue forces you to return your gaze to her.

"Leliana, how long have you been there?" You ask, your back still too her. Truth be told, you're a little engrossed in other things.

"I only just arrived for today's War Council!" The spymaster insists. "A-am I interrupting something, if so, I can-"

"Nonsense, my dear." Vivienne smiles, speaking in a cheery tone as she jerks your cock. "If anything, I'm sure we'd be delighted if you were to join us."

"I'm not sure that's the best idea." Leliana protests. "We have quite a lot to cover, and Cullen and Josie will be here any-"

"You know, she'd been there quite a bit longer than she let on." Vivienne says to you in a low voice, before returning her mouth to your eager prick.

"I can spend time with Vivienne while you give me your reports." You tell Leliana. "I'd have thought you of all people would understand multi-tasking."

"Are you sure that's wise, Herald?" Leliana asks. "There is... classified information in our reports. Not meant to be heard by any but you, I, Cullen and Josephine."

Despite Vivienne's best efforts, you frown. You concede that Leliana has a point. Allowing Vivienne to be privy to many of the coming and goings of the Inquisition, simply because you couldn't do without her lips, could pose a risk. Vivienne, for one, did understand multi-tasking. Even as she sucked yet more cum from your balls, she'd be listening closely for any scrap of information she could use for her benefit.

And still, the way Vivienne worked your cock, the sight of her proudly exposed and flawless body on the War Table. These could make even the dullest War Council an exciting event.

This was shaping up to be one of your hardest choices as Inquisitor yet...