Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 (also me)

III
 
Leliana was on her back, her arms and legs wrapped around Josie. Ciri’s testicles bounced off her forehead. She could feel the straining bulk of the Inquisitor’s cock bulging all the way down her throat, each thrust stretching her still further. Her body clenched and tingled with yet another building orgasm and she clutched Josie tighter. Both of them were naked, and their bodies rubbed together in sympathy the pounding thrusts of the Inquisitor.
 
Josie breathed raggedly, recovering, her legs and chest pinned by the flexing arms of the spymaster, lay her head along the pounding thing in the latter’s neck. She could feel the solid mass of it sliding back and forth. She worked a hand around to hold it gently, working it through Leliana’s flesh. Ciri felt it and shuddered, her renewed pleasure causing a surge to pass along the length of her member, her erection raging higher.
 
Ciri herself gripped Leliana’s head in both hands, lost in the sensations. With every back-stroke the flaring head of her penis reappeared in the spymaster’s throat making it’s bulging almost obscene for a moment before, grasping tighter, Ciri pressed the rest of her length, more than half, into her mouth and back down her throat, accompanied by rapturous gurgles from Leliana and low moans from Josie as she too felt the awesome power of the thing they shared.
 
As Leliana’s eyes rolled up into her head, her pupils vanishing under drooping eyelids, Ciri, leaning back, disengaged from her mouth. The spymaster gasped for air, her body quivering, her flaring, soaked pussy twitched lewdly as her orgasms continued. Ciri did not wait, she released Leliana’s head, and took hold of Josie’s. Josie let herself be lifted into position, opening her mouth blissfully to allow the Inquisitor to ram the first third of her enormous penis down her throat. Her body tingled as it was stretched out by the still advancing shaft, the bulbous head passing her neck and coming to rest deep inside her chest as Ciri thrust further.
 
Josie’s eyes rolled up into her head now as the soft flesh of Ciri’s belly pressed against her forehead. The inquisitor held her head tightly, fingers locking in Josie’s hair as she began her outward-stroke. Josie’s vision blurred. She had gone first, lying on her back and letting the Inquisitor ravage her throat. Leliana had lain down next to her, ready and waiting for her turn. When it came, when Ciri pulled out and side-stepped, Josie’s breath came raggedly, her aching lungs contracting in orgasmic bliss even as they needed air. She had rolled over, once her peak had passed and she was able to breath almost normally, except for the burning, expanded feeling in her throat, to lie on Leliana.
 
When Ciri bottomed out inside her, the spymaster had grabbed with all four of her limbs at Josie’s body, almost pushing the fragile breath from her. Now, as Ciri came back in again, Josie felt numb. The throbbing, pounding thing sent such pleasure through her body that no concept, no thought beyond the sensations remained. She simply lay there and let the Inquisitor rake in and out of her abused throat.
 
Below her, Leliana gurgled and giggled, her head, hanging from the edge of the bed lolled limply, spit and precum oozed over her lips, cheeks and forehead. She too was numb, the breath also slowly returning as her orgasms passed. She maintained her grip on Josie though, relishing the shuddering that passed through her every time the Inquisitor drove forward once again.
 
Ciri was making long slow lingering thrusts, letting the head of her cock almost emerge from the back of Josie’s mouth each time, giving her a slight amount of space to breath, before gradually pressing herself forward, feeling the thing squeeze back down through ever tighter passages, until at last her bulging scrotum bounced on Josie’s chin. Then it all started again.
 
She withdrew only when she felt the first blasts of cum forced from that scrotum and begin their surging journey up the length of her shaft. She withdrew as it advanced; rapidly. But still giving Josie a deliriously climactic moment of feeling the thing sliding out, keeping the wavefront of cum rolling endlesssly over her tongue.
 
That first blast erupted in Josies mouth, overflowing it and leaking out from her limp lips. Ciri let go of her lover’s head, who flopped down atop Leliana. She grasped the spasming head of her enormous member and worked it with both hands, more cum spilling from it in a white flood. It splattered down onto the prone women, lathering them. They weakly opened their mouths to catch as much as their pleasure addled bodies could hold. Josie’s eyes were still unfocussed.
 
When the blasts subsided, both of them were covered in it. It trailed glisteningly over their cheeks, dripped stickily from their mouths, slithered between their heaving chests. Josie’s lolling tongue caught Leliana’s cheek, leaving streamers of it hanging as their panting breaths rocked her head away again. Ciri’s legs had turned to jelly with her explosive orgasm and she flopped backwards onto the chair she had been sitting in when her two lovers had surprised her half an hour and a lifetime of orgasms earlier.
 
Josie came back to herself gradually, the cooling tingle of the drying cum covering her body brining her conciousness back from the depths of her clitoris. Her tongue still hung out, still lapped at Leliana’s cheek, but she was concious enough to smile now, aware enough to see clearly.
 
Leliana’s body was still on fire, the balls of the Inquisitor had slapped off her rolling chin when she’d been thrusting into Josie, and the feeling of the girl rocking back and forth atop her had kept her orgasms rolling on and on. When Ciri had pulled herself out and begun spraying them both with her hot seed her only thought had been that she wanted it in her. In every way she needed in inside her. She had opened her inverted mouth wider, it had been resting open because of her position, and she had felt creamy wads of it filling rapidly. She felt them along with the rest that covered her face, covered her eyes, covered her whole head. So much that could have been inside her.
 
Now she felt Josie tenderly cleaning it off, gently lapping the pooling, drying stuff from her face. They fell into a kiss as Leliana raised her head, realising she must be as covered in it as the Spymaster herself was, so much cum that could be inside her. The two of them licked with mounting passion, cleaning each other’s faces, necks, shoulders, breasts. They lovingly sucked the long strings of cum fro one another’s mouths. Josie, being on top, let it dribble from her mouth, in imitation of her earlier slack-jawed numbness, letting it pour into Leliana’s wide open mouth.
 
They looked up at the same moment. They looked up because a moan of pleasure had escaped Ciri, still sat before them as they licked each other clean. Ciri was ragingly erect once more. Her penis extended up from her crotch as she worked the shaft the head jerked back and forth before her breasts. Her eyes were locked on the scene before her, her hands powered up and down, her balls ached for more release.
 
Leliana smiled, Josie giggled, Ciri just panted.
 
“It seems,” It was Josie that finally broke the silence, “that even the two of us together can’t tire our dear Inquisitor out any more.”
 
She rolled off of the Spymaster and rolled again to lie on her front, still watching Ciri pleasure herself. Leliana rolled over beside her.
 
“It has been getting bigger.” she added.
 
“I had noticed.” Leliana replied, leaning close with a grin, “And I wouldn’t complain.”
 
“I’m not complaining.” said Josie, still regarding the throbbing cock, “But I have to say my body is starting to. Don’t get me wrong; I would take Ciri over and over all the long day, if only I could.”
 
Leliana nodded.
 
“There’s only one solution, then.”
 
“As I said.” Josie nodded, “Two is just not enough.”
 
Ciri had watched the exchange, mostly still enjoying the feeling of her hands over her shaft. It never felt as good as it did when it was one of the others, or some part of them, but time, curiosity and the seemingly endless sex-drive she now possessed, had made her hands more accustomed to teasing pleasure from the thing. She stopped however when they had reached their conclusion.
 
“Someone else?” she asked, slowly, “Who?”

It wasn’t out of titillation that she asked, she was genuinely surprised that her two companions knew of yet another woman in Skyhold that would, could want to accommodate her. Since Josie had mentioned thinking about adding more members to their group she had found herself watching the women of Skyhold closely, trying to guess who it was that Josie had lined up.
 
“Cassandra.” they said together, then laughed.

”How did you know?” Josie asked the spymaster.

Leliana shrugged.
 
“It was the obvious choice. While the grief of the disaster at the Conclave is passing, she is still unhappy, and lonely. And those feelings only intensified when we discovered what happened to her brothers and sisters in the Seekers. Since we have been in Skyhold she has made few friends, she spends most of her time in her rooms. I imagine if you went there now, you’d find her.”
 
“Now?” Ciri was surprised. She let go of her member, which dropped forwards to point at the two prone women, “You’re suggesting I go up there now? Like this?” she gestured to her dropped pants, open shirt, bare breasts and, of course, her insistent erection. “Should I just use it to knock?”
 
“Not a bad idea.” said Josie, ginning, “But I think we can do better…”
 
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Ciri walked unsteadily. What made it difficult was her erection. What made it hard was how it was oriented. Josie and Leliana had pulled up Ciri’s trousers, somehow getting her swollen balls back inside them, then with an extra belt had clasped them around the straining base of the thing. THen they had hitched closed her shirt around the thing, effectively pinning it between her breasts. She could feel the head nestling in her cleavage and she prayed she wouldn’t meed anyone on the walk up from her chambers to Cassandra’s. Positioned as it was every step, every movement, every breath, rubbed up or down over some part of its massive length, meaning that from the moment she was pushed out into the hall by her companions, to the moment she reached out to knock on Cassandra’s door she was teetering on the brink of orgasm.
 
On the other side of that door Casandra was sitting along by the light of a single candle. She played idly with a half-empty goblet of wine on the desk before her. Half-empty was right, she thought. Her whole world seemed to be emptying rapidly. Everyone had lost people in the Conclave, and in the battles after. But she felt like she had lost more than them, more than most of them. She had turned that loss into rage, which she vented on their many enemies. That purging experience, and the weeks of quiet contemplation had dulled the ache in her heart, but the events with Lucius and the Promisers had opened everything up again. Once again she felt like the rug had been pulled from under her; things that had seemed so solid and dependable suddenly fell to ash before her eyes, leaving her alone, lost. Even aiding the Inquisitor had been small comfort.
 
The knock had jerked her out of her melancholic reverie.
 
“Come in.” she said, looking round, her head still resting on her hand.
 
The door opened and Cassandra could see the silhouette of Ciri framed by the torchlight from the hall.
 
“Inquisitor,” she started, rising to her feet, “How may I be of assistance?”
 
Ciri raised a hand.
 
“Nothing at all right now.” she said, still standing in the doorway, “I just wanted to see how you were, I heard you’ve been spending a lot of time alone up here since we returned to Skyhold. I thought you might prefer some company?”
 
Cassandra shrugged. She doubted she’d be very good company, but it would beat sitting here on her own. She gestured the Inquisitor to join her.
“Come in, do you want a drink?”
 
She watched Ciri step into the room. Her walk seemed awkward, almost shuffling. But it was not until the Inquisitor moved into the glow of the candle that Cassandra could see why. She stared open-mouthed at the purple, flaring thing visible between Ciri’s breasts. Then she glanced at the wine. Then back at Ciri.
 
“What… Is… That…?”
 
Ciri stepped closer. Cassandra could see the rest of the huge thing standing out against the white fabric of her shirt, and the tiny sliver of pink flesh visible between the hem and the straining belt at her waist.
 
“It looks like you have… A…”
 
She had no words. Caught between shock and curiosity she just stood there, staring down dumbly at Ciri’s apparant manhood. Her grim mood vanished, almost everything vanished. She wondered how such things could possibly exist. She thought about the Anchor and the power it bestowed. Almighty Maker…
 
“Did you come here… For me?” She asked in a quivering voice. She had barely felt a lick of lust since the Conclave, she hadn’t felt able, there had been too many other things to think and worry and brood over. Now all that had been bleached into whiteness, eclipsed by the thing straining at the leather laces holding Ciri’s shirt closed.
 
Ciri was blushing, but she nodded.
“Josie and Leliana suggested it.” she admitted, “They thought I might… Cheer you up?”
 
Cassandra raised an eyebrow. The fact that those two were involved did not entirely surprise her, but the fact that they seemed to be quite right did.
“And… Just how did you intend to do that?”
 
Ciri stepped even closer, bringing their breasts in brushing contact. Cassandra could also feel the length of the thing now being gently squeezed between their two bodies. She pulled her into a kiss, Cassandra returning it after a heartbeat. Their arms entwined and they hugged tighter, the pressure causing visible and very very feel-able throbs in the erection between. Ciri let out a gasp of pleasure.
 
“I seem to be cheering you up.” she said, managing a smile as their lips parted, “How about cheering me up though?”
 
She slipped out of Ciri’s arms, resting against the top of the desk, and undid the laces on the plain breeches and shirt she wore under her armour, the many plates of which she had taken off hours before. She let the thin trousers fall away and opened her shapely legs. She took hold of the Inquisitors hands and pulled her near, letting the raging thing under her clothes rub against her crux. It responded rapidly, dampening and flaring, starting to ache for the hard thing pressing against it.
 
Ciri put her arms around Cassandra again and returned her grinding in kind. With Cassandra leaning back the cleavage of Ciri’s breasts, and the thing they framed, was almost in line with her face and she leaned down to reach out and kiss the oversized thing. Ciri moaned and ground harder. Cassandra’s hands worked by themselves, loosening the ties until they fell away and the thing was laid bare, tracking like a pipe from the straining belt almost to Ciri’s collar. With one less layer between them, it felt hotter and harder against her skin as she resumed rubbing up against it. It was so responsive; her every touch or movement seemed to illicit another throb or a harder grind, and a sharp exhalation from Ciri.
 
Cassandra’s body was tingling from the touch of it. Her pussy was soaked, and now Ciri had no shirt, she was free to run it directly over the thing. The shaft soon glistened with her fluids, and the feel of it against her clitoris made her arch her back to bring more of it against her.
 
She barely heart the whine of tortured metal and the short snap as the continued throbbing and grinding took their toll on the cheap metal strap of Ciri’s belt. The clasp broke and the belt fell lip. Nothing left holding it in place Ciri’s cock came forwards and lay along the entire length of Cassandra’s body. She took both her hands and held it against her, letting the head nestle between her breasts.
 
Ciri pushed against her hold, and took hold of Cassandra’s sides, giving her more purchase when thrusting herself forwards again. Cassandra opened wide, trying to fit the vast glanis into her mouth as it jabbed nearer. She let her tongue dart back and forward over it, teasing it, relishing the responses all of her movements elicited. The force of Ciri’s building thrusts slowly rocked Cassandra back onto the desk and before long she was almost flat on her back, supported by her elbows, as Ciri continued to press against her.
 
It was Cassandra who couldn’t wait any more. Taking a firm grip she directed the pumping thing away from her face, forcing Ciri to take a few steps back to accommodate the move. She put both hands on the hot, rock-solid head, letting her self sink down to lie flat on the desk. WIth both hands she pushed the thing down towards her place, Ciri still thrusting against every movement.
 
When she was in place, Ciri’s first thrust hit against Cassandra’s drenched pusy. Even then it was not possible for her to get it in. The pressed hard against Casandra, who could feel herself strain beneath its onslaught. Another two or three pushes made her flaring, eager lips open to allow Ciri to impale her. The first breakthrough took Cassandra’s breath away, making her grip tightly onto Ciri’s arms, now around the Inquisitor’s waist again. She let out a yelp with each forward thrust with drove another few blissful inches of the thing inside her. She squirmed as the stretching burning sensation spread rapidly from her vagina through every part of her body. Without thinking she hooked her legs around the Inquisitor’s hips to give her better leverage to accommodate the enormous thing that was bringing her so much bliss.
 
When at last their hips met and Cassandra felt testicles slap against her spread buttocks, Ciri was close enough for their lips to meet and the Inquisitor’s tongue stifled her moans as the humping began. Ciri made short movements, not withdrawing far before pressing hard in again, she could feel the bulge that marked the progress of the thing through Cassandra’s skin under her body. The feel of it tracking up and down excited her further, making the thing flare larger inside Cassandra. She could feel it too, could feel every part of her opening up, parts of her she didn’t know existed were being explored, being set on fire.
 
She broke their kiss, her neck unable to support her head any longer. All strength left her and she lay limply paralysed by the onslaught of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head in an expression Ciri was coming to know very well. She lent forward, resting her chest on her newest lover and shifted her hands. She slid them under Cassandra’s body and brought them down to grip her buttocks. Her new hold shifted Cassandra’s limp, dangling legs up and back at once spreading her wider, and letting Ciri press even deeper inside her.
 
When the Inquisitor pressed in again it brought a new tone to Cassandra’s cries of ecstasy. Ciri had also pushed Cassandra further across the desk, letting her bring her knees up to rest on the polished wood. From her new position she could pull back further, her buttocks raising high above the level of the desk before ramming deeply back down. Each thrust forced another orgasmic sound from Cassandra’s lips. Ciri felt her balls tighten, and she gripped harder with her fingers into the flesh of her newest lover’s ass.
 
When it came Ciri arched her back, raising her head high to scream, her hips pushed had against Cassandra, who burbled with her own continued orgasms. In a series of sudden surges the pale skin of Cassandra’s exposed midriff ballooned outwards. Each expansion was accompanied by another groan from Ciri and another noise from Cassandra. It felt like the Inquisitor was cumming in her brain; the expanding pool of liquid gold sitting in her womb eclipsed everything else. All there was was bliss.
 
She lay there unresisting as Ciri began again. She humped hard against the soaked, spread lips of Cassandra’s pussy, cum visibly leaking from around the base of her ever-erect penis. When she came again Cassandra’s belly bulged like she was pregnant; it rose higher than her curvaceous breasts, preventing Ciri from leaning close as the cum poured out of her. When for a third time she resumed her thrusting she stood, stepping back to stand up straight, only the top third of her penis still within her newest lover. She held on to her legs, pulling Cassandra back to the edge of the desk and sinking her length back inside. Her belly wobbled back and forth with the movement, and with each thrust after. The sight of so much of her cum inside one person made Ciri crazy; drove her on half blindly in desire.
 
When she climaxed for the third time the pressure inside Cassandra became unbearable, an orgasm stronger than any of the ones that came before it gripped her, every inch of her tightened, contracting reflexively as in a haze of delight she nearly blacked out. Her limbs jerked frantically and her belly spasmed. The internal movement forced the reservoir of cum held inside her to burst forth, erupting from all around Ciri’s member, showering her legs and pooling on the stone floor.
 
Even with that, massive climax, when Cassandra finally relaxed again she still looked heavily with child. Inside her, almost floating in a see of seed, Ciri’s member was finally slackening. It still seemed enormous, and there felt to be a central core of rigidity within the softening flesh. It slipped gradually out of her like a snake. When at last the head plopped out it was followed immediately by a blast of cum that joined the rest still pooling on the floor.
 
Exhausted, Ciri slumped back into the chair. Still numb but for the echoes of her orgasms, Cassandra simply lay sprawled on the desk. Everything was silence, but for their panting breaths, and the steady drip of cum flowing from her gaping lips and off the desk.