A blowjob contest, obviously

"Well, how about we have a debate on the merits of each proposal and how each of you will lead the chantry forward?"

Leliana and Vivienne both rolled their eyes, knowing that you are jesting, but somehow Cassandra believes it.

"Really, Inquisitor?" She asks, eyes shining with hope.

"No." You answer drily. "The three of you are going to suck dick until nightfall, and whoever gets the most cumshots in their mouth will have the Inquisition's formal support."

"I'll have one of Cullen's soldiers follow you around and keep tally." You add. "Remember, what counts is the cum on your mouths, not anywhere else on your body. So, get to sucking already!"

Half expecting to see the sluts drop down to their knees where they stood, you are slightly disappointed to see them scatter in multiple directions. Still, you can't help but to smile as you order someone to go and tell Cullen to do as you say before you turn to your lovely ambassador.

"What's next for today, Josie?"

Josephine, who was clearly a bit taken back for the events that transpired, regains her composure when you call out to her. She takes her usual position when talking about official matters to you, that is kneeling between your legs while sandwiching your cock between her huge funbags.

"Yes, Inquisitor. First..."

The ambassador talked on and on, but it went through one ear and out the other - even more so than usual. Normally, you would be able to at least pay some attention to her words, but right now your mind is only busy with imagining how those sluts would be gathering their votes.

Somehow, you resist the temptation to go after them immediately, focusing on the whore at hand instead of the three that weren't around. "Josie, proceed with all matters as you see fit. You have my blessing." You say, conceding your power to her. "Now get me off with those udders of yours."

Josephine only nods, her face clearly betraying the pride she felt at being granted authority. She wraps your prick with her pillowy bosom, spitting on her own cleavage for a smoother experience and working her tits up and down frantically. The soft pressure feels heavenly, but you can't help to reach down and pull on one of her golden nipple rings, a small reminder that you owned her.

Of course, a bonafide slut like her only moans from the small amount of pain you inflict, and takes it as a sign to double her efforts. Letting even more drool into her cleavage, Josephine is now mashing her tits against you shaft and massaging it with all of her skill. You are not in a hurry, the ambassador clearly showing signs of tiring before you reward her efforts with a heavy load that splashes against her chin, nose and chest.

"I'm going up to my quarters. Send lunch up there, and no one is to disturb me." You say, getting up from the throne. "Unless it's a hot bitch, of course." You add, scratching your heavy nuts before walking up the stairs to your bedroom.

Morrigan, of course, follows you. Once the doors of your quarters are closed, she can speak freely - it's just more fun to toy with the bitchy witch that way.

"Inquisitor, no matter the result of their silly contest you must choose Cassandra as the next Divine."

"Do tell me why, Morrigan. You know how much I value your opinion!" You say, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Morrigan huffs, making you chuckle amused, but continues. "Cassandra merely wishes a return to the status quo were a few select mages have any freedom, but Leliana will push reforms that Thedas isn't ready for."

"Honestly, I'm amazed you still think I give a shit about Thedas." You say, laying on your back. "I mean, I want the world to continue existing. I couldn't get my dick sucked otherwise, you know, but as long as I keep my power..."

"Or do you think there is some good deep inside of me?" You continue, smirking at the increasingly annoyed witch. "No, you are not naive. Anyway, no matter what game you are playing, remember that I don't care and get to massaging me."

Flopping onto your belly, you moan relaxed as Morrigan works her fingers into your back and shoulders. When she gets to your legs, you wiggle your toes, and though you can't actually see it, the look of disgust on the witch's face makes you chuckle.

Foot-fetish isn't your thing, but humiliating Morrigan is. The worshipping continues until your food arrives, but to your disappointment, it's a male servant that brings a tray full of your greasy favorites and he bows down quickly before scurrying off.

"Come and get your sauce before you eat, Morrigan." You order, sitting on the bed and swinging your prick around.

"Must we do this every time, Inquisitor?" Morrigan asks rolling her eyes, looking increasingly annoyed with you.

"Yes. Now, I'm gonna give you a choice, because I'm in a great mood. Do you want your sauce straight from the source or do you want to pour it in your food?"

"I get it from the source all day..." She says, bitterly. "I want it on the food."

You separate the food into two bowls, yours much more filled, and wait. Morrigan knows what you demand of her, but in private she acts a bit petulant, waiting a few seconds before wrapping her small, soft hands around your shaft and wanking you off.

For you, it's kind of cute watching a woman that spends the better part of her day at least sucking on your hairy balls feeling like she had a modicum of free will, but you let her take the lead. Morrigan lays sideways on your lap, the position allowing you to grope her round, pale ass while she jerks you off.

The slow, sensual handjob is a nice change of pace and you cum into her bowl after you feel she earned her food. You eat as well, stopping only to laugh at Morrigan's face when she tastes her jizz-encrusted salad, before cleaning yourself and your pet slut and taking a quick 4-hour nap.

When you wake-up, the sky lets you know there are only a couple of hours before nightfall, so you decide to check on the candidates to see how they are gathering they are faring in your twisted little competition.