Breakfast and a blowjob!

You tuck into your greasy breakfast, enjoying the salty crunch of hot bacon with one hand while the other absentmindedly strokes Harding's ginger hair while she bobs away on your spit-covered lap. The eager little dwarf's mouth feels heavenly, the perfect compliment to the most important meal of the day as you fuel up for another long day of getting blowjobs.

You devour the food on your plate, barely sparing the time to chew before swallowing and shoveling another mouthful in. You've always had a sizable appetite but ever since acquiring the Blowjob Throne, it's like there's a bottomless Fade portal in the pit of your stomach as you gluttonously wolf down an Inquisition soldier's weekly rations in a matter of seconds.

All the while, Harding has taken to her new role as your cocksleeve splendidly, throating your cock vigorously as you eat. You take a hearty bite of toast, crumbs spilling into her hair but she hardly seems to notice with her focus on pleasing you while you eat your breakfast fit for a king.

"This is the life, huh, Lace?" you sigh, chasing that last bite with a generous swig of juice. Freshly squeezed, of course.

Harding hums in the affirmative, her tiny lips stretched far too wide across your girth to form anything resembling words. You feel the tickle of her ginger hair against your thighs, the gentle tug of her throat as takes your last few inches of cock, burying her nose against your pubic hair before coming up for a sharp inhale of cock and bacon-scented air.

"Was that good, Inquisitor?" Harding inquires, anxious for your feedback as she looks up at you with her innocent eyes.

"You're a natural, Lace." you chuckle, tussling her hair with your greasy fingers. "But let's not neglect the balls, alright?"

Harding nods eagerly and dives back in, pressing her tongue to your sack. You alternate between savoring your breakfast and watching her worship your bloated balls, a feeling of lazy contentment washing over you as you take everything in.

"I deserve this..." you murmur to yourself, letting your head drift back in bliss. "Oh Maker, I truly deserve this life."

This continues for several minutes, the only sounds in the room being your own chewing, the scout's rhythmic sucking, and the occasional grunt of pleasure escaping your lips. But just as you start to sense your orgasm approaching quickly, Harding casually pops her mouth off your cock to speak again.

"So..." she inquires curiously, running her tongue up your shaft. "What's on the agenda for today, Your Worship?"

You blink, slightly surprised by the interruption. This is a definitely more chit-chat than you've come to expect from your cocksleeves but you'll let it slide just this once since it's Lace's first day as you guide her mouth back down onto your lap.

"Besides breaking in my chatty new cocksleeve?" you smirk. "I believe there's a War Table meeting scheduled for today."

"Oh boy, a War Table!" Harding's eyes light up with excitement. "I've always wanted to know what goes on in there!"

"They're quite boring, I'm afraid." you say, dashing the scout's hopes as you cram another piece of bacon into your maw. "Just strategizing and political maneuvering. Thankfully, you'll be there gagging on my cock while my advisors bicker..."

You never allowed Morrigan into the War Table meetings with you, fearing the scheming witch might use the information she overheard in there to betray you. But you trust Harding, and more than that, she's well under your Throne's influence.

"I'll try my hardest to keep you entertained, Your Worship." Harding promises with her trademark earnest enthusiasm.

"I know you will, my little cocksleeve." you smile warmly, slapping her face with your sticky cock. "Now finish me off."

Harding sucks your cock with renewed vigor, her small hands gripping your shaft as she works her mouth up and down. You finish your breakfast, savoring the last bites of toast before pushing Harding's head down on your cock and cumming down her throat, the first of hopefully hundreds of loads with her in her new role as your cocksleeve. Your morning load is quite voluminous, even by your own lofty standards as Harding's eyes water and her gag reflex kicks in.

"Swallow it," you command her, admittedly rather redundantly, as you pump your load directly into the dwarf's stomach.

You finally pull back, cock slick and throbbing. "Atta girl," you pat her on the head. "You can help yourself to my leftovers." you offer, directing her attention to your plate with a few scant crumbs of food still on it and a few leafy greens as garnish.

"Thanks, Your Worship." she hiccups, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "But I'm feeling kinda full after that.."

"Suit yourself." you shrug before finally rising from your plush bed with a labored grunt.

"So what's next, Your Worship?" Harding asks, looking up at you expectantly as you tower over your diminutive scout.

"First things first, nature calls." you declare. "Let me just step out onto that balcony and drain the dragon real quick."

Harding tilts her head, a thoughtful expression across her face. "Would you like me to uh, hold it for you while you do?"

You pause, considering the dwarf's intriguing offer. "That would be quite lovely, Lace. How very considerate of you."

Oh yes, your cock is definitely in safe hands with Harding as your new cocksleeve.