Iron Bull hired a few guards for the job but they also need payment.

The Iron Ball casually tucked his giant member back in his pants.

"Thanks Inquisitor, I needed that. By the way, I know a couple guys who can help me out with this job you want me on. Problem is, they'll need a bit of upfront payment", he tells you calmly as if a cum-drooling Morrigan wasn't laying next to him in a heap.

"Payment? How much are we talking here?"

"2000 coins, half up front, half later"

You consider this for a moment. Despite your vast resources, these mercenaries seems strangely high-priced. But if the Iron Bull stands by them then they must be worth it.

"Do they accept alternative payment?" You ask.

The Iron Bull nods, "they do".

You give a understanding and confirming look towards the Iron Bull. The muscle bound qunari then whistled and the doors to your throne room open. You see a rag-tag bunch of men walk in, their armour sub-par but they carried themselves as an experienced band of experts. With a sigh, a nod and a single wave of your hand, the men looked towards the freshly throat-fucked Morrigan.

"Oh, not again", sighed the witch.

-

Morrigan found herself now in another cock-based dilemma as the Witch of the Wilds struggled to satisfy every throbbing cock in this blowbang.

Heavy slabs of meat slapped against her well-used face; her hair a disheveled mess and her black eye-shadow ran down her face. Her mouth was stuffed either with one piece of veined meat or two-at-a-time. These mercenaries were certainly a rowdy bunch.

Meanwhile, you spoke with Iron Bull about boring financial dealings.

"So, I can get them their 1000 gold, 2000 silver and... 1600 bronze coins?" You inquire.

Iron Bull replies, "Actually, it was 1100 gold, 1900 silver and..."

Meanwhile, Morrigan was being double-stuffed in her mouth while jerking off two others with her magical hands. Her quacking and **** noises barely registered with anyone in the throne room.

At one point, her face felt like it was underneath and avalanche of prodding meat-rods that seemed to overshadow her face like the Blight running across the surface of Thedas.

-

It took them fifteen minutes to finally finish with Morrigan, plastering her with a kiddie-pool sized amount of cum. Her body was drenched, humiliated and caked with hot, mercenary cum.

Some servants come over with a buckets of water, a mop and some rags.

You weren't a complete asshole so you let the poor witch get some rest after that blowbang.

Of course, this meant you needed a new cock-sleeve until Morrigan could get back on her feet.

(Hey everyone, it's me, the_high_king. Author of this story. I stopped by and wrote this bonus chapter today to tell you that I started a new story called 'Kritical Blow'. It's new and I plan to grow it. And I certainly hope it's as successful as The Blowjob Throne was. Go check it out. Thanks!)