Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 (by me)

Chapter II: Some Time Later
 
Ciri was alone in her chambers again, her mind frequently wandering from the preparations she was supposed to be making. Josie was away, she had been for more than a day. Something important out on the wilds beyond Skyhold that needed her attention, she had said before stealing a kiss on Ciri’s cheek and waving goodbye with her hips as she walked from the room. The days since their first encounter had not gone from her mind though, and Ciri was constantly distracted by memories of the freedom she had felt locked together with her love, and the safety she had felt after wrapped together in each others arms. And the pleasure. The pleasure that took her whenever she felt Josie’s touch, whenever she touched Josie. Ciri felt the bulge in her trousers expanding, the pressure of the straining fabric awaking further memories of other enclosed space it had recently been occupying.
 
She tried to focus, dragging her mind back to the work. She read a line of text. There was a pause. She tried to focus again. She read the same line of text. There was another pause.
 
This went on for some time, all the while the heat intensified in her loins. She could feel the hot flesh of her enormous member engorging and lengthening against her thigh. Without thinking she dropped a hand to her lap to gently press against the hardening thing.
 
The head was just reaching her knee, when there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for a response the door was pushed open and Spymaster Leliana strode into the room. Ciri would have jumped to her feet, but for the foot and a half of solid cock still lashed to her leg. As it was she clamped both hands over the bulge, trying without any success to cover it.
 
Leliana was smiling as she stepped further into the room, crossing the floor towards Ciri, her eyes roving over the Inquisitor’s body.
 
“Inquisitor Ciri, it is late. You are still hard at work even at this hour?” her tone was soft, honeyed and playful, “Me may all learn much from your example.” She came to a graceful halt by the table Ciri had been trying to work at, her tight fitting armour catching the candlelight and accentuating her shapely body as she lent forward. Her ample chest, secured behind her breastplate hung at eye height and Ciri could hardly help seeing it, to renewed pulses of pleasure emanating from her groin, and she could utter nothing more than strangled sounds, trying desperately to find words. Leliana cut her short however, straightening up.
 
“You do not stand to greet me?” she demanded, and Ciri swallowed hard when she realised she couldn’t tell if she was still talking playfully, or if this was a genuine expression of her authority. She stammered a few more words, scraping around for a good reason why she was sitting.
 
“On your feet Inquisitor!” Leliana almost barked, making Ciri jump without thinking. She was on her feet and at attention before she realised. Before she realised the renewed straining of her repaired trousers against the still excited bulge barely held in place against her leg.

”And what is that?” the spymaster demanded, pointing accusingly at it, “a concealed weapon?”
Not waiting for Ciri to respond Leliana grasped at the bulge, turning any possible response from the Inquisitor into a barely suppressed whimper of pleasure.
 
“It is not very well concealed,” Leliana continued, her fingers working skilfully over the thing now making the seams of Ciri’s trousers creak with the restrained erection.
 
Ciri was rooted to the spot, lost between embarrassment and confusion, she had not gotten to know the usually taciturn spymaster, she hadn’t really needed to. Since her arrival Leliana had been at best distant and at worst cold. Josie had told her not to worry about it, that it was her way with people she didn’t trust. Maybe this was what he was like when she trusted people? Was this a joke? These thoughts however had all been washed away when the skilled fingers had touched the aching bulge between her legs. After so long thinking and brooding about being with Josie the thing responded rapidly.
 
Leliana leaned forwards, all pretence forgotten and unhooked the belt and top button. It was all it needed, the remaining buttons broke there was a small ripping sound and seconds later the trousers fell to the floor, once again broken by the force of Ciri’s monster member. Leliana stared at it, transfixed. It twitched against the straps of the harness which anchored it to Ciri’s thigh and almost in a trance Leliana loosened them letting the thing move freely. It sprung up from its prone position, catching a glancing blow on her cheek as it swung past, still growing, still hardening, still lengthening, to stand like the branch of a tree sticking out from Ciri’s hips.
 
Leliana’s mouth fell open as the thing before her reached its full immensity. She straightened up and the head of the things still waved around at the height of her breasts.
 
“You seem incapacitated, Inquisitor.” she said, not taking her eyes of the thing, and stepping still closer so that it rubbed gently against the armour of her chest, “Perhaps you should be relieved of duty until such time as you can… Control yourself.”
 
Ciri babbled, trying to explain that this was not her fault, not a weakness, it was something that just happened and that with Josie she would be able to manage it. But all that died away when Leliana grasped the head with both hands and started working them up and down over the raging head.
“Perhaps I should discipline you myself for your lapse in composure. Stand up straight!” she added as Cirir’s legs quivered in sympathy with the tingles Leliana was sending up and down her member. She stiffened, trying to fight the continued waves of pleasure building like a storm inside her.
 
“A Herald of Andraste must not flinch, must not bend, must not react. Eyes front!” Leliana continued, one hand now working up and down the impossible length. The feeling made Ciri’s eyes close and head roll, but they snapped open again at the Spymaster’s command, accompanied by a fresh pulse of pleasure from her body.
 
“A Herald of Andraste must resist all temptations.” Leliana said, before bringing her head down hard against the upturned tip of Ciri’s erection. Her mouth clamped down around it, her tongue working in and around the vast thing, her hands continuing their dance along its length. Ciri gritted her teeth, determined not to waver, determined not to let the expanding nova of sensation overtake her. She strained, as her trousers had strained, not to move her hips, not to move an inch as Leliana’s skilled hands, lips and tongue brought her nearer and nearer to the edge.
 
“A Herald of Andraste -” Leliana began, her mouth still held up so close to Ciri’s penis that the delicate brush of her breath, and the lingering touch of her lips broke Ciri. She let out a stifled cry, her fists clenched to her own thighs and with a pulsing surge that started deep inside her swollen testicles, she emptied herself all over the Spymaster.
 
It doused her. Spraying into her mouth, over her cheeks, onto her chin, even splattering into her hair. Leliana reacted quickly, clamping her mouth over as much of the erupting head that she could and  sucking down all that spewed forth. She swallowed the second surge, and the third, even the forth disappeared down her throat, making her stomach swell, the fifth overflowed from her mouth as she tried to drink it down. It escaped from the sides of her mouth is rasping gouts, adding to the rest of the first surge which had covered her face to drip down onto the Leliana’s breasplate.
 
There were three more surges before Ciri’s orgasm faded. She had managed to stay still, stay standing and stay almost quiet. Before her Leliana sank to her knees, her whole head covered with Ciri’s seed. The last spurts had overflowed as well and though she seemed to have swallowed so much of it, Leliana’s fitted bodice felt comfortably tight, still waves and waves of it had spilled over her clothes and long slippery streams of it tracked back down the length of Ciri’s still raging erection.
 
Recovering herself Leliana stood up, managing a false frown as she saw with mounting pleasure that despite the enormous orgasm the Inquisitor had had, her member showed no sign of diminishing, and her testicles still seemed heavy and swollen. Still she maintained the scowl as she regarded Ciri, who was repressing ragged gasps as the orgasm still echoed through her.
 
“For that breach of composure, you must undergo the rite of purity.” Leliana said sharply, and not waiting for Ciri to say that she’d never heard of such a rite, or indeed say anything at all, the Spymaster put a hand against her chest and pushed her firmly back down into the chair she had previously been sitting at.
 
The enormous shaft of Ciri’s penis still stood almost vertically from her lap and she watched speechless as Leliana, with surprising speed, reached behind her and unclasped the leather straps holding her armoured trousers up. They slid down her shapely legs, revealing a shaven crotch. Ciri couldn’t see, but the spymaster’s lips were flared and the moisture was a visible gobbet forming around her opening.
 
Leliana raised one pale leg to rest it on the chair. She lent forward sensually, taking a moment to lick the tip of Ciri’s penis, which twitched in appreciation. Then, nimbly shifting her weight she brought her other leg up to the table, balancing on her toes. She now held herself, legs open above the Inquisitor. Taking hold of the thing in one hand and resting the other on Ciri’s shoulder, Leliana rubbed the head over her exposed and parted femininity. Ciri at once felt how slippery it was with Leliana’s lust. She longed to take action; to size the Spymaster’s hips and press those velvety lips down hard onto her raging erection. But she resisted, allowing Leliana to tease her further.
 
The Spymaster reveled in the sensations as Ciri’s massive member pressed up against her eager opening. She lowered her self with rapturous slownes; letting the thing squeeze its way inside her. She locked eyes with Ciri, relishing the look of struggling control on her face. When at last Leliana’s entrance gave way and the throbbing glanis disappeared within her folds, both women let out small cries of pleasure. Ciri felt the insides of the Spymaster stretch and clench around her girth, Leliana felt herself expand and tingle around the bulbous thing. The shock stole the strength from her knees for a moment and surrendering to gravity the Spymaster dropped nearly half of the remaining length below her.
 
Regain her balance Leliana gasped raggedly, the hand that had been on Ciri’s cock jumped reflexively to the bulge which had suddenly risen out of the exposed skin of her abdomen. Ciri was biting her lip, her toes curling, her fists clenched. Leliana managed a grin, maintaining her charade just a little longer.
 
“Very good. The first phase of the rite is complete. You have done well to retain control, but we are not finished yet.”
 
With those words she once again began to lower herself. Another few inches of penis slipped up between her straining lips, expanding the lump in her belly. She ground her hips slightly, working the thing around inside her. Ciri held her breath, not trusting herself not to involuntarily moan just by breathing out. The further down Leliana worked herself, the thing inside her parting parts of her she didn’t even know existed the resistance grew. The limits of her body were being tested, pushed hard against from all angles. Yet she refused to relent, each fresh stretch, each new part of her explored drove the fire inside her. She yearned to take it all, to have the entire equine thing buried inside her.
 
She got her wish, though not as she expected. Leliana pressed, pressed, and pushed. She worked her hips, ground them back and forth, up and down, trying to tease a little more elasticity out of her ravaged vagina. One hand still rubbed over the ever growing bulge in her belly, it was that teasing, that feeling of the internal clenching of Leliana’s body enhanced by the clutching grasping fingers that broke Ciri’s control.
 
Letting out a ululating yell she gripped the spymasters thighs, her legs having bent almost double as her body had traversed the length of Ciri’s penis. The roughness of Ciri’s movement knocked Leliana’s feet from their perches, so that when Ciri pushed as hard as she could with her hands, the spymaster had nothing to resist the force with. The last seven inches of Ciri’s cock lodged itself inside Leliana, who screamed, her head lolling back, her legs stunned into numbness by the sensation of finally containing so much raw penetrative power.
 
When Ciri’s hands relaxed their hold the pressure inside Leliana reacted at once, forcing her limp body up off the Inquisitor’s lap. A few scarce inches emerged between her quivering thighs. The squeezing of Leliana’s entire body against the bulk of her penis sent a blast of pleasure through Ciri and without thinking her hands pressed back down, forcing those inches back inside Leliana who let out another moan in response.
 
Ciri built tempo gradually, short sharp movements ramming Leliana back down onto the base of her cock each time her relaxing hands allowed the Spymaster to expel some of the massive thing from her battered insides. As time went on Ciri moved faster, using the springing of Leliana’s expanding vagina to propel her up another inch or two each time before driving her back down.
 
By the time Ciri finally exploded, Leliana’s mind was a haze of pleasure and sensation. Her whole body burned and her insides clenched around Ciri with each of her orgasms, driving the Inquisitor on. The feeling of the insane pressure increasing further broke through her consciousness, she managed to look down, seeing Ciri’s own head rolling back, her hands clamping them irresistibly together as the pressure continued to build. She felt the bump in her belly expand still further, Ciri was filling her. Over flowing her. Flooding her. Another orgasm wracked her body, the spasm sending dribbles of the creamy stuff escaping from around the base of the Inquisitor’s now pulsing and twitching member.
 
The force of her orgasm at last abating, Ciri’s hands released Leliana’s legs at last, letting the Spymaster try shakily to raise herself to her feet again. The thing emerged from inside her accompanied with more escaping cum. When at last she was high enough up that only he head remained, the feeling returning at last to her feet, she managed to stand. She stretched up, putting a foot back on the chair to lift herself high enough to get the last, still ragingly hard part of Ciri’s cock out of her body. The bulge in her belly had shrunk, not the cock was no longer occupying so much of her, but the mass of cum inside still made her look more than slightly pregnant. Some part of her mind suddenly considered that possibility, but the thought vanished when the sound of a door opening split the panting silence that had filled the room since the climax of their sex had ended.
 
Josie stood framed by the doorway, staring wide eyed at the scene; Ciri sat prostrate and panting on the chair, Leliana easing the last bit of her spectacular cock out of herself, her belly visibly engorged by Ciri’s seed.
“How could you?” she breathed, stepping into the room.
 
Ciri tried to stand, the fear, shame and guilt that had evaporated in her lust returning in spades. Her sudden movements overbalanced Leliana once again and she toppled to the floor, the fall finally dislodging Ciri’s glanis from her reluctant lips. As she landed a blast of cum escaped her.
 
“How could you…” Josie repeated still stepping closer to Ciri, reaching out a hand as the Inquisitor tried and failed to find the words to explain.
 
“How could you do something like this the one day I’m not in Skyhold?” the finished the sentence, her expression resolving into one of cheeky amusement. He took Ciri’s hand and pulled her close.
“I never for one moment imagined little me could possibly be enough to sate this beast.” she took hold of Ciri with her other hand. It was slick with her and Leliana’s juices and Josies hand slid up and down it easily. Bringing the lust and pleasure back to Ciri in a blossom of sweet sex.
 
Josie pulled her lover into a kiss, then looked down at Leliana, who was looking up at the pair an expression half the wariness of a trained spy and half the post-coital bliss that Josie assumed she herself wore after a session with Ciri’s vast bulk.
 
“As for you…” she said slowly, “I think I can guess why half a dozen of your agents had me scouring the forests for the Rod of Majesty. I admit it took me a while to get the joke. As you can imagine, once I’d stopped laughing, I hurried home at once. I can just picture what you two have been up to in my absence. It looks like your lips bit off more than they could chew, heh. Well, my dear Leliana, perhaps you should have another taste of your own medicine.”
 
She whispered something to Ciri and then hauled the Spymaster to her feet. She stood shakily, while Ciri resumed her seat. Josie took advantage of her unsteadiness to pull her into a tight embrace, her lips meeting hers, stifling her protests with her tongue. After a moment Leliana returned the kiss. Ciri, for her part let her hands rub up and down her member in pale imitation of what the hot inner walls of her… Two lovers provided.
 
Lost in the kiss she had wanted for so long, Leliana didn’t notice the wily Josie manoeuvre her around, getting her back to Ciri. As far as the spymaster was concerned this was just the pushing and pulling of a passionate kiss. She only realised the pair’s intention when Josie’s hands suddenly grabbed her buttocks. She spred them wide and Leliana’s eyes snapped open when she felt the wetted tip of the impossible thing pressing against her anus.
 
The pressure mounted quickly as Ciri pushed forwards, taking hold of Leliana’s hips with one hand and Josie continued to press herself forwards into the Spymaster, driving her body back. Her ass strained and resisted. It wasn’t the first time something had explored that part of her, but it had been a while, and it had been nothing like this. But the pressure mounted continuously, and Leliana managed to break free of Josies aggressive kisses to voice protest, but Josie just redoubled her pushing, planting kisses on Leliana’s neck instead, while whispering.
 
“Just relax. Let it happen.”
 
Leliana felt the bulk of Ciri’s penis slowly, inevitably opening the ring of her ass. It was happening, she wanted it to happen. The each push made her tingle and she resisted the urge to open her legs wider in response to the insistent desire to have that final place filled by Ciri’s hypnotic member. It happened suddenly, just as it had done with her vagina. Her sphincter gave way to the pushing and she toppled backwards, impaling herself on Ciri, her entire length lancing into Leliana’s ass in one movement, born down by a smiling Josie.
 
Another bulge had appeared in Leliana’s body, this one tracking much futher up her abdomen. Josie returned to kissing the slack jaw of the spymaster and worked her hands up and down the thing, the veins of which could clearly be seen under Leliana’s skin. The force of the penetration knocked the breath from Leliana, it felt like the penis was resting somewhere behind her ribs. Her guts had been suddenly and blissfully rearranged by Ciri’s cock. Again the feeling left her limbs and limply she let Ciri and Josie start to work her back and forth along the length of the thing.
 
Ciri had been worried when Josie told her what she wanted to do to Leliana, but in the heat of the moment Ciri didn’t know how to refuse. She had taken her seat and eased herself against the spymaster’s ass. When Josie had pushed her over and made the whole thing fire up the length of Leliana’s body Ciri would have been terrified but for the pleasure it cause. Her hands joined Josie’s in working the half-conscious spymaster up and down.
 
Josie kissed Leliana passionately and the spymaster managed to respond, her tongue lolling out to lap at Josie’s mouth, but here eyes were rolled into her head and all she could thing was the the building golden sensation that the movements the other two were controlling released. Reflexively some part of her would tense, squeezing the thing, or giving it a momentary resistance as it was pushed back into its deepest extremity. In those moments she dimly heard Ciri moan and a gurgle of pleasure escaped her too.
 
As the movement built into a pounding rhythm the probing head upset the bulging contents of her stomach, still full from the oral earlier. She gagged and a few mouthfuls of it emerged in her mouth and leaked out between her lips. Josie lapped it down. She herself was eager to see if what she hoped would happen, would happen.
 
It did. Ciri, driven to throws of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, came with the explosive force of a stallion and sent blasts of cum even further up Leliana than even her penis had managed. Once again the first surge didn’t seem to do anything, the second caused Leliana’s cheeks to bulge, and the third saw a fountain of cum spray out from between the kissing mouths. The sight and sounds drove Ciri even harder and she continued dragging the impaled body of the spymaster up and down, forcing more cum out of her slack mouth.
 
The pressure had build inside Leliana in waves. The first seemed to fill her stomach, from the other side. The second rose into her throat and filled her mouth. The third erupted out of her mouth and into Josie’s, barely pausing in it’s passage through her body. Her eyes rolled into her head and she bodily clenched around the pulsing member as yet another orgasm battered her conciousness.
 
Josie opened wide as she tasted the first drops of hot fresh cum entering Leliana’s mouth. The gouts landed on her waiting tongue then as the stuff came faster and thicker she helf Leliana’s head with both hands and swallowed eagerly, trying to keep up with the new arrivals in the back of the spymaster’s throat. Long after Ciri had stopped firing more of the stuff up Leliana’s ass, Josie still greedily explored the inside of her mouth, trying to extract as much of it as possible. She pressed down hard on Leliana’s bloated stomach, rejoicing as more of it bubbled up for her to suck and lick from the spymaster’s unresisting mouth.
 
Leliana felt very little beyond the glow of endless orgasm and the internal pressure from Ciri’s at last softening penis. It tracked down through her body ever so slowly. As it’s rigidity vanished, it no longer supported Leliana’s weight and her legs began to give way below her. Josie wrapped her arms around her and let her sink slowly down to lie on the floor. Leliana still felt nothing as the enormous thing slopped and slathered out of her accompanied by yet more escaping cum.
 
She mumbled something, rolling onto her back to stare through unfocussed eyes at Josie and Ciri. Josie stepped round to plant a kiss on Ciri’s cheek.
“I never had a moment to tell you; I really don’t think I can satisfy you alone. Not emotionally, physically. I can’t take all you have all the time. So I’ve been giving some thought to some others who might be interested in, let’s say, sharing the workload. I had meant to ask Leliana about it too.” she glanced down at the smiling spymaster, cum rapidly drying around her mouth and buttocks, “She and I have a history,” she reflected for a moment, “which means I probably should have seen this coming… Anyway, what do you think?”
 
Ciri wasn’t sure what to think. She had just gotten used to the idea that Josie wanted her both physically and personally. That anyone at all could want to try and take the vast thing that she, even now, felt she ought to hide out of sight and mind. The thought that several people would want that, want her, staggered her. She looked down at Leliana, who’s senses were beginning to return, who blew Ciri a kiss.
 
“I… If you… Ok.” she managed at length.

Josie laughed and kissed Ciri. Their tongues met and they embraced. Leliana got to her feet and joined them, sliding into place between them and joining the kiss. Three tongues explored on another, three sets of eyes shared long loving looks, six hands explored bodies already itching for the next session.
 