Iron Bull.

"How's it going, boss?" The horned giant asks as he approaches your throne.

"Okay." You smirk in response, affectionately stroking your brand new, cum-covered slut's hair.

"Good to know this one's treating you right." He muses, appreciating the loads of sperm dripping from his former lieutenant's skin.

"Ha! Like you ever had any complaints, chief!" Krem responds, after taking your prick out of his mouth. With one of his free hands, the Tevinter salutes the mercenary commander. He puts the other one to good use, jerking your wet cock.

Remaining silent, Bull moves closer to the kneeling Krem. With a deliberate, practiced movement, he reaches into his pants and frees his meaty, ashen cock, offering it to Krem.

"Why don't you put that smart mouth back to work while your superiors discuss business." the Qunari says in an authoritative tone.

"Yes sir!" Krem responds, taking Bull's lengthy specimen in his mouth like it's second nature.

"So, you requested an audience, this must be important." You prompt the merc. "What is it, Qunari business? Are you ready to invade the south? Ooh, or do you need me to seduce a rogue, busty agent back to the Qun?" You smirk.

"Nothing so dramatic, although damn, do I wish the latter was true." Bull groans. "Actually, this is really more of a personal matter."

"Carry on." You tell him. A little pre-cum drools from your cockhead. Ever attentive, Krem pulls away from Bull's rod to slurp it up, then returns to his ministrations on the Qunari.

"Well, I was thinking. I give up my lieutenant, one of my best men, to come be your little plaything, and what did I get in return?" Bull begins.

"Bull, if this is your way of asking for Krem back, you can forget it." You tell him, a little short of breath from Krem's rough, fast handjob. Whether on the battlefield or in the bedroom (or the great hall), the boy knew how to grip a hammer. "I don't do takebacks."

To make your point a little clearer, you grab Krem by the hair and yank him away from Bull, before forcefully encouraging the Vint to suck you instead.

"Shit, I'm not asking for him back, I was just hoping for a little, y'know, tit for tat." Bull clarifies.

"Tit for tat?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Like maybe you could let me fuck one of Skyhold's women?" He asks.

"Hmm..." You muse. You're not sure if you owe Bull anything for commandeering his favourite fucktoy, but seeing one of your friends taking a little Qunari cock could prove very entertaining.

"You know, Morrigan's right outside, she's free to use." You inform him.

"I know, and if she wasn't too busy bouncing between Varric and Solas' cocks, I'd be in her ass right now!" The Qunari grumbles. It's clear from his demeanour, and the fullness of his balls that without Krem, he's in need of some relief.

"So who do you have your eye on?" You ask. "Cassandra? Vivienne? Our lovely Ambassador here?" You chuckle as you gesture at Josie. Any resemblence of tact or decorum has faded from her face as she openly drinks in the Iron Bull's nakedness.