Bull, Morrigan and Krem.

It's a short walk over to the cozy little corner of the Herald's Rest normally occupied by the Iron Bull and his Chargers.

Most of Bull's eclectic crew are absent, save for his ever-present lieutenant, Cremisius Aclassi.

In between the two sellswords is Morrigan. Krem is on the floor, lapping at her pussy, while Bull enjoys a spell inside her mouth.

The witch is servicing Bull with an enthusiasm you rarely get from her. She's going deep on his monstrous grey prick, working his throbbing, heavy balls as she does.

Of course, you knew all about Morrigan's attraction to the oft-glowering giants of Par Vollen. When she'd regaled you of tales of the Fifth Blight and the Wardens she stopped it with, said stories often contained more descriptions of the perfect musculature of their Qunari companion than you felt they needed.

"Good day to you all." You smile, approaching the very public threesome.

The only one with his mouth free, Bull greets you for all three of them.

"Good, and getting better all the time!" He cheers. The horned giant emphasizes his point by reaching out and giving Morrigan's backside a tight squeeze. She responds, moaning girlishly around his cock.

A pang of jealousy pierces your heart. Morrigan was supposed to be your blowjob slut, yet here she is, sucking another man's cock with a verve you didn't often get from her.

Well, you were the Inquisitor, and you had the power of the Blowjob Throne behind you. Somethng could be done about that.

"Up." You snap at Bull. "Get up."

Bull's a little confused, not to mention annoyed.

"Boss?" He looks up from Morrigan.

"You've sat in that chair long enough, Bull." You tell him. "Get up, it's mine now."

It's very indicative of his loyalty (or a desire to submit to you), that Bull almost immediately rises from his seat, depriving himself of the pleasures of Morrigan's mouth, just on your say-so.

As you settle into his chair, taking a deep swig of your wine, you wager there's nothing the horned one wouldn't do for you.