Head for the Storm Coast!

Three days of hard travel later, you find yourself standing on the aptly-named Storm Coast.

A near-constant drizzle rains down on your head, putting you in a less than agreeable mood while you await your Ben-Hassrath contact on the hillside you agreed upon for your meeting.

Looking over at your companions, Dorian sits idly on a stump with the hood of his mage robes pulled snugly over his head to keep himself dry. Meanwhile, the Iron Bull is rather ambivalent about the pouring rain while his lieutenant Krem offers him a sloppy blowjob as a distraction.

From her elevated position atop a nearby cliff, Cassandra stands guard over your entire party. Scanning the treelines for any approaching enemies, the Seeker's face remains intense despite the numerous loads it's amassed over the course of the morning. Before you can call her back to receive yet another helping of warm spunk, you feel a gentle tugging on your tunic sleeve.

"Um, Herald?" You look down to see a soaking wet yet still adorable, Scout Harding there.

"Yes, Scout?" you reply, leisurely stroking your prick just inches above her freckled face.

"Well, I just kinda noticed..." she trails off, licking her lips as she eyes your growing snake. "You've already given Seeker Pentagast three loads this morning. Can I have the next one?"

"Why of course, scout," you grin, offering her your cock. The young dwarf doesn't waste time, bobbing her head on your lap, her warm mouth going a long way towards easing your boredom.

"What's the hold-up, Bull?" you ask impatiently as Harding's tiny tongue travels up your shaft.

"I'm not sure, Boss." the Qunari shrugs. "Our Ben-Hassrath contact should be here to meet us."

"He is..." an unfamiliar voice answers. You turn to see an elven male emerging from the brush.

"Gatt!" Bull greets, clearly recognizing the stranger. "Last I heard, you were still in Seheron."

"They finally decided I'd calm down enough to go back-" the elf chuckles as he approaches you, freezing once he notices the mouths around you and Bull's cocks. "Am I interrupting, Hissrad?"

"Not at all!" Bull smiles, waving him closer. "Boss, this is Gatt. We worked together in Seheron."

"Pleasure to meet you, Inquisitor," Gatt nods. "Hissrad's reports say you're doing good work."

"The pleasure is all mine," you grin, offering him the hand that isn't threaded in Harding's hair. You and Gatt share an awkward handshake, the uncomfortable looking elf finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with you while the eager dwarf at your feet feverishly deep-throats you.

"Hey Gatt," Bull grins, pointing down at Krem on his knees. "This bring back any memories?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Hissrad..." the elf reacts somewhat defensively.

"C'mon, don't be like that," he laughs, slapping the elf's back. "Remember back in the old days, you used to get so heated and the only thing that would calm you down was a belly full of this?" "Say, how about a taste for old time's sake?" Bull offers, waggling his prick enticingly at the elf.

Your entire party turns and looks at Gatt with wide smirks while the elf's face turns bright red. Even Harding, busy as she is with her own mouthful, offers a muffled giggle at the elf's expense.

"Perhaps we should go over the plan" Gatt loudly clears his throat, eager to change the subject. Bull pulls Krem off his cock, ordering him to wait with the other Chargers while you three talk.

The Ben-Hassrath agent takes the next few minutes to explain the situation. The Dreadnought the Qunari brought is safely out of view, out of range of the Venatori camped out on the shore. Your mission will require you to take out the Venatori encampments, the enemy mages being your highest priority as they could easily sink the Qunari's ship. Once the resistance is cleared, you'll signal the Dreadnought to come in for the kill on the smuggler's ship full of red lyrium.

"With that lyrium," Bull adds. "The Vints could turn their slaves into an army of magical freaks. We could lose Seheron and...then see a giant Tevinter army come marching back down here."

"The Ben-Hassrath agree..." Gatt nods. "That's why we're all here."

While Gatt drones on, you start to lose focus as Harding's blowjob draws you closer to orgasm. Gripping the scout's head with both hands, your start fucking her face. The elf gives you a look, attempting to raise his voice over Harding's loud gags until suddenly, you tug her off your cock and begin firing your fourth load of the day across the dwarf's adorable face. The white threads splash across her freckled cheeks, glazing her outstretched tongue, and coating her ginger hair.

With her left eye glued completely shut, Harding gives your tip a tiny kiss before thanking you for your load and scurrying off. Turning back to Gatt, the elf is glaring at you with exasperation.

"You mind repeating that last part?" you ask with your usual hint of unapologetic brashness.

Rolling his eyes, Gatt crouches down. Figuring an oaf like you might do better with a visual aid, the agent begins etching a crude map into the dirt. "Two Venatori camps guarding the shore..." he outlines, drawing two half-circles that could either represent hills or a large pair of breasts. "Here..." he marks the first spot with an "X", before repeating this action again."...and here."

You and Bull both find yourselves stepping forward to get a better look at the makeshift map.

"We'll need to split up and hit both camps at once..." Gatt explains before slowly lifting his head to suddenly find you and Bull standing over him with your pricks dangling in front of his face.

Gatt gulps, eyes darting between you and Bull, trying his hardest not to look straight forward.

“What do you think, Bull?” you ask, turning to your Qunari friend for his opinion. In doing so, your spit-soaked prick slaps Gatt across the face, making the already irritated elf even angrier.

“I don't know, Boss." Iron Bull shakes his head. "I've never liked covering Dreadnought runs. Too many ways for crap to go south fast. We underestimate the enemy numbers, we're dead. And if we can't lock down those Venatori mages, the ship is dead." he grimaces. "It's risky..."

"Riskier than letting red lyrium into Minrathous?" Gatt gripes, wiping dwarf spit off his cheek.

The Bull shrugs, taking the elf's words into consideration. Risky as this plan of attack might be, it's the only chance of stopping the lyrium smuggling operation and securing a Qunari alliance.

"I'll go with you, Boss." Bull offers. "Krem can lead the Chargers. I'll go fill him up, I mean, in."

You wait patiently as Bull relays the plan to his Chargers. Lieutenant Krem kneels at Bull's feet, milking one last load from the captain and occasionally offering snarky jokes at his commands.

"Just be careful, alright?" Bull cautions them. "The Vints want this red lyrium shipment bad.”

"We got this, Chief!" Krem brags, lifting his mouth from the Qunari's freshly drained prick.

“Hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast." Bull encourages. "When this is over, the drinks are on me!”

“Are we ready to begin then, Inquisitor?” Gatt turns to you.

You nod in agreement, turning to your towering Qunari companion. "Bull, give the command."

“Yeah Krem, give the command.” the Bull defers to his own lieutenant.

"Chargers..." the spunk-faced Vint draws his sword, pointing it towards the hill. "Horns up!" True to their namesake, the Chargers charge into the brush on the path to their assigned hill.

"You gave them the easier target," Gatt offers smugly once the Chargers were out of sight.

"What makes you say that?" the Qunari questions his old friend.

"Lower and farther from the smuggler's ship? Much less likely to be heavily defended."

"We better hold up our end of the bargain then..." Bull says, hoisting his ax over his shoulder.

With that, you and your companions make your way towards your own hill prepared to fight.