You're feeling exhausted. Go to bed.

You make your way back to your room and fall flat onto your bed with Morrigan next to you. Your eyes fade to a close and when they open again, it's morning. Birds chirp as you rise out of bed, your morning erection painfully pointing straight up. You take Morrigan's head and put your cock inside her mouth very casually as if it was as routine as brushing your teeth. The expression on your face was of that of someone who had just woken up and not like that of someone who was currently fucking a witch's face. That's what Morrigan's position was, a casual cum-receptacle for you to use. There's a knock on your door.

"Come in", you shout in a groggy voice. Morrigan's face still bouncing up and down your lap as you **** her throat.

Josephine walks in, already dressed. "Inquisitor. I've come to inform you that the caravan has been prepared. We can leave when you're ready", she says to you.

You grunt, spurting a shot of hot seed down Morrigan's throat, making her audibly **** while her head was still pinned down. "Very well Josephine, I'll be right down", you inform her.

The witch in your bed dutifully laps up your sperm, swallowing that delightful meal you just gave her.

Josephine stands by, awaiting your next words to her.