Public Service!

You settle into your Throne, a cruel smile spreading across your face as you contemplate your would-be assassin's fate. Meanwhile, your hand subconsciously moves from your stubbled chin down to your cock, idly stroking its length of it as you ponder the possibilities for the captive elf in sitting in shackles at your feet.

If a man had come for your life, his head would likely be on the chopping block before lunch, but Tallis was lucky enough to be born with a pretty face and tight body under those leathers.

"...Well?" Tallis finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence in the Grand Hall. "What's it gonna be, Your Flatulence?"

"Infiltrating Skyhold, killing my guards, trying to **** me-all crimes that would easily warrant a swift execution..." you smirk, your hand gliding up and down your spit-soaked cock. "Lucky for you, the Maker fills me with boundless mercy."

"You're filled with something, alright..." Tallis mutters under her breath, earning a harsh flick to the back of her pointed ear from your spymaster.

OUCH!

"Tallis," you declare, your commanding voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. "For your crimes against this Inquisition, I hereby sentence you to...a lifetime of public service!"

Adding insult to injury, you punctuate your words by firing a few ropes of pearly white spunk through the air, splattering across Tallis' dejected face. The elf flinches, scrunching her nose in disgust as your foul-smelling seed drips down her cheeks and chin while your assembled court breaks out in applause at the verdict.

"Public service? Oh, great, so what, I'm gonna be washing your holy undies now?" she quips, her annoyingly defiant sarcasm still intact, even as your jizz trickles down her face.

"Guards!" You snap your grubby fingers imposingly, your voice booming like a clap of thunder through the Grand Hall. "Fetch the stockades and strip this insolent bitch naked! Let's show our knife-eared assassin what public service in Skyhold looks like."

The pair of armored guards posted closest to the Hall doors offer you a crisp salute as they rush off to see your bidding be done, while the other two soldiers stay behind and advance on Tallis. The elf struggles futilely as the burly guards pull the elf to her feet, their rough hands tearing at her form-fitting leathers. "Hey! Paws off, Vashedan-Lok! Saar-Kas!" she spits in guttural Qunlat, her curses venomous as her clothes are ripped away like tissue paper, exposing her lithe body.

Right on time, the guards return with the stockades, hauling the device into your court with practiced efficiency, the clanking of chains and creak of the timber filling the air forebodingly. All four men ruthlessly shove Tallis into the contraption, bending her over at the waist as they secure her head and wrists tightly in place. They clamp the ankle spreader between her legs, forcing her thighs wide apart and putting her pink pussy and puckered asshole on full display. She fights against her shackles and spits more Qunlat profanities, but there's no escaping now; she's your plaything now. The newest addition to your collection of free-use cocksleeves.

Satisfied with the spectacle, you shift your attention back to Iron Bull still standing at your side. The hulking Qunari already has an obscene bulge in his trousers, his downright monstrous cock straining against the confines of his pinstripe pants like a caged animal trying to break free.

"Bull, my friend." you announce with a smile. "For the swift capture of this would-be-assassin, I'm letting you have the honor of breaking her in first..."

"Really?" The Iron Bull's good eye lights up with gratitude, his chest rumbling with laughter. "Hey thanks, Boss!" he says, his free hand already massaging the front of his tented trousers. "Was itching to bang this feisty redhead before I even knew she was trying to rub you out."

"However pathetically it may have failed," you remind him, leaning back against the Throne. "That "fiesty redhead' did try to kill me. Let's not go too easy on her, alright, big guy?"

"Wasn't planning on it, Boss." The Bull assures you, a sadistic grin splitting his horned face as he approaches the pillory.

"Do your worst, Vash-Vartaar!" Tallis twists her head in the stockades, spitting at the Iron Bull with defiance in her eyes. "You think I haven't taken my share of gray cock before?" she taunts, her words steeped with false bravado as the Bull unbuckles his belt. "If the Arishok's battering ram couldn't break me, why would yours be any diff-"

For once, Tallis is rendered speechless, eyes widening in horror as Bull's pants fall to the floor. Freed from its fabric prison, the monstrous, veiny slab of Qunari fuck-meat finally springs free, the sheer size leaving the elf at a brief loss for words, her reaction confirming your long-held suspicion that even by the lofty standards of the Qunari, the Iron Bull is a hung bastard.

"That's...that's not possible!" Tallis finally stammers, panic rising in her voice. "You're gonna split me in half, you vashetah!"

"Mabaquon asit taarala ari-van, venak hol." Bull responds with a dry chuckle. The ox-tongue words meant nothing to you but they undoubtedly strike fear in the elf as she thrashes against her restraints harder.

"H-h-hey, c'mon, let's talk about this now..." Tallis attempts to bargain, her voice growing shakier as the Bull disappears from her front-facing view.

From your Throne, you watch as Bull circles around the stocks like a predator stalking his prey, positioning himself behind Tallis and lining the blunt head of his prick with her tight entrance. With a singular, violent thrust, he plunges his monster into her, burying himself to the hilt.

A glass-shattering scream rips from Tallis's throat, echoing through the corridors of Skyhold and carrying out on the ramparts before the blunt **** steals the very breath from her lungs. The Qunari's massive hands grip the wooden frame of the stockades so hard the Brecilian oak begins to splinter and creak, practically lifting the structure off the floor with every thrust.

"Fuck, that's tight!" the Bull growls as he begins pounding into Tallis with a merciless brutality, every thrust sending tremors through the shackled elf's tiny body. With each punishing stroke, her body spasms violently, her spine arching as she's **** to accommodate the impossible.

Almost instantly, the elf's defiant quips vanish as Tallis's pleas devolve into incoherent moans, her mind starting to fracture under the Iron Bull's ****. The assassin isn't just being fucked; she's being dismantled, every cruel thrust claiming her for the Inquisition, body and spirit.

You watch with a pleased smirk, feeling your own heat rise. Your gaze wanders bacjk to Leliana, your spymaster standing diligently by your side and taking in the events with cold detachment.

"And as for you, my spymaster." you turn, gesturing to your swollen lap. "Your reward shall be the privilege of throating my cock while I enjoy the show."

"You are far too generous, Herald," she purrs, sinking to her knees between your splayed legs, her crimson hair draping your lap like silk curtains as she plunges her mouth onto your cock. She begins to worship you with a practiced ease, her eyes locked onto yours in submissive bliss as she enthusiastically bobs her head on your length like the obedient cocksleeve she is.

You don't give Leliana the luxury of setting the pace. Just as her lips seal around your girth, you're already threading your greasy fingers through those red locks and taking full control, your hips bucking high off the cold stone of the Throne to meet the spymaster's eager mouth, ramming your thick, spit-slicked length past her teeth and deep into the back of her throat.

Wet, muffled gags vibrate through your shaft as you begin to mercilessly fuck Leliana's face, subconsciously matching the Bull's barbaric tempo stroke for stroke as you tickle her tonsils, harmonizing with the sickening squelch of the Qunari jackhammering the elven assassin.

Leliana doesn't pull away, instead she leans into the **** as her throat grips your cock tighter, accommodating your greed as she lowers herself to the throating toy you've insisted she be.

Peeking over her bobbing head, your eyes remain locked on the show at the center of the Hall. In this moment, you don’t see your faithful companion anymore. You see the blunt instrument, the horned hammer pounding in a mouthy elven nail for your perverted amusement.

"Look at it go, Leliana," you sneer, your voice thick with lust as you grind her face into your spit-swamped crotch. "The ox is a useful tool, isn't it? Makes for quality entertainment too."

The Bull’s ears twitch at your praise, letting out a strained laugh between staggered thrusting. "Hey! No fair, Boss!" he grunts, his pace growing frantic as his giant Qunari nuts slap against Tallis' reddened thighs as his body stiffens. "You know that crap always gets me off!"

The comment is punctuated by a guttural roar as the rutting beast in heat finally hits his limit, muscles tightening as he slams his hips forward and floods the spasming elf's pussy with spunk, pumping gallons of Qunari seed into her ravaged insides. Tallis’s eyes roll back in her skull, her body going limp, the unyielding wood of the stocks the only thing keeping her upright.

There's silence in the Grand Hall, the only sound the steady drip of hot spunk on a cold floor, only for the Iron Bull to immediately draw back and start a second renewed round of fucking, this one somehow even more brutal and frenzied than the first as his hips buck wildly.

"H-h-how!?" Tallis blurts out, the first coherent word she’s managed since the "siege" began, her voice cracking with disbelief at the Qunari's renewed stamina.

"Don't tell me you thought I was spent?" Bull mocks her. "We're just getting warmed up, slut."

Pushed past it's limit, the elf's body suddenly betrays her, her inner walls clamping down tight around the Qunari's slate-colored cock. Violent spasms run through her pleasure-wracked body as she sprays her juices, drenching the Bull’s hard-driving lap and slicking his tree-trunk thighs in a glossy sheen of her total surrender as the Bull cums inside her again.

Seeing the elf finally broken brings you to your own peak. Your hands tighten in Leliana's hair, your toes curling as you pin her face to your twitching lap and begin cumming down her throat. You pump your payload into her with intensity, unleashing a torrent of spunk down her gullet. The spymaster swallows reflexively, your most fanatical cumdump gulping down every drop of your holy essence, refusing to let even a single pearl touch the floor at her feet.

You let out a satisfied grunt, giving the spymaster's head a vigorous shake to coax the last bit of spunk for your drained nuts before you slump back against the Throne in a post-orgasm haze.

"Alright, Bull, that's enough," you raise a hand, signaling the Qunari to finally halt his ****. "We both know you could go all night, big guy, but leave something left for the rest of Skyhold."

"Whatever you say, Boss," he huffs, a hint of disappointment crossing his face, though he can't help but offer a satisfied smirk as he gives one last, lingering shove before pulling himself free, a waterfall of thick seed cascading from her ruined pussy as he hauls up his pinstripe pants and buckles his belt over his glistening fuckmeat. "Was just starting to get interesting though..."

The Iron Bull takes his leave, no doubt wandering back to the Herald's Rest to return to what he was doing before he saved your life: drinking and getting his cock polished by the Chargers.

"Your Worship." Leliana rises to her feet, her voice slightly raspy from your throatal ****. She reaches into her tunic and produces two ornate daggers. “These belonged to the assassin,” she rasps, presenting them to you. “We found them on her person when she was captured.”

You hold the blades, immediately feeling the weight and quality craftsmanship put into them. They are well-forged weapons, all but wasted on such a pathetic assassin. You run your thumb along the flat of the blade, the steel reflecting the torchlight as you toss them back to her.

"Give them to Dagna in the undercroft," you instruct her. "Maybe she can melt them down into something useful, like a chamberpot or perhaps a shiny new cock ring for our friend Iron Bull."

"Of course, Your Worship." Leliana bows reverently, planting her usual kiss to your cock before slipping off to see your will be done.

If Tallis heard your order, she doesn't have the wits left to care; hanging limp in the stockades, eyes glassed over and drool escaping her lips as she babbles in Qunlat into the Grand Hall floor. You watch with a smirk of lecherous power as the guards hoist the heavy wooden contraption, hauling your newest, half-conscious cocksleeve towards her new home in the dungeons.

You could be certain Leliana’s network of spies will be spreading Tallis's fate across Thedas like wildfire in the Brecilian forest, turning the pitiful assassin into a cum-stained warning of what happens when you mess with the Inquisitor.