Of course!

You smile at Darius. “Why not test her skills yourself? No one need ever know.”

Darius glances at you, looking eager. “You’re right, of course! No one needs to know, and I wouldn’t want to offer my father an unskilled ****, would I?” He practically yanks his toga off in his haste, and his significant cock springs forth, already mostly erect. Darius sits back down on his couch, leaning back and beckoning imperiously to Coblaith as his cock points, appropriately enough, across the room at her. “Come on, then ****. Suck off your new master. I suspect you’ll have the chance to do so again soon, you may as well practice.”

You sit back down to enjoy the view as Coblaith gives you a brief{if Coblaith < 0}, fearful{endif} look and kneels before Darius. She looks up at him hesitantly, but then leans forward and takes the head of his cock in her mouth. Darius lets out a low moan and puts one hand on the back of her head, guiding her motions firmly as she begins to slide back and forth on his shaft, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. In just a few seconds she’s deepthroating the whole of him, wet slurping noises echoing around the small chamber as she bobs up and down energetically. Darius groans in pleasure. “Venus’s tits, it’s like she has no gag reflex!” You grin back at him and, looking slightly dazed, he laughs. “Maybe Pictish women practice on horses or something...”

From your vantage point opposite them, you have a lovely view of Coblaith’s ass and her rapidly hardening nipples as her breasts bounce around. You can feel your own prick swelling as you watch Darius manipulate the wench up and down his rod.