Scout Harding!

As your guards escort the dejected Morrigan out of your chambers, you begin to consider your choices for her replacement.

You may have, in fact, relieved the witch of her cocksleeve duties prematurely as you tend to think clearest with a mouth wrapped around your cock but you're able to center your thoughts with a bit of lazy stroking as you lie naked in your bed.

You close your eyes, flipping through your near endless mental catalog of possible candidates such as Cassandra, Vivienne, Sera, Dagna, Krem, Enchanter Fiona, Maryden, Mother Giselle, Ser Ruth, Flissa, the tranquil Helisma, Lysette, Bonny Simms, the disgraced Duchess Florianne de Chalons, and a gender-bent Dorian. And of course, if you expand your search outside of Skyhold's fortress walls, there's always Hawke and her sister, Queen Anora, the pirate slut Isabela, and that one noble lady you buggered in that alley to settle the Montilyet family's debts.

But as you ponder the list of qualities you require in your perfect cocksleeve, one name in particular keeps coming to mind. A certain ginger-haired scout whose face is always at cock-level and lives to please you. You've had a **** cocksleeve for months now, perhaps the time is right for one as loyal as a Mabari hound. A Mabari hound that gives great blowjobs.

"Josephine!" you call upon your ambassador. Within seconds, you hear your diplomat's dainty feet ascending the staircase up to your bedchambers. When she finally arrives, she's wearing her typical attire since you acquired the Blowjob Throne, a skimpy two-piece that left nothing to the imagination with makeup befitting of a whore, the quill pen and ledger in her hands the last vestiges of her pivotal role as your personal advisor.

"Yes, Your Worship?" she inquires, stealing a glance at your throbbing cock that you've made no effort to conceal.

"I want you to bring me Scout Harding." you decree, sitting up in your plush bed. "She's in line for a big promotion."

"At once, Inquisitor." Josephine smiles, either pleased by your apparent choice of cocksleeve or simply relieved it isn't her. She bows dutifully, kissing the glistening tip of your cock as she does so before turning on her heel and departing the room to fulfill your request like the obedient little slut she is.

"And tell the kitchens to hurry with my breakfast!" you bark out just as Josephine's head disappears from your view.

A few moments later, Scout Harding arrives in your bedchambers. The dwarf is looking adorable as ever, if a tad flustered, her eyes darting excitedly around the room trying to take in everything. In the moment, it occurs to you that Harding has never been invited up to your private quarters before today. You'll be sure to make her first time a memorable one.

"You, uh, you summoned for me, Inquisitor?" Harding asks sheepishly.

"Indeed I did, scout." you nod, your voice authoritative as you waste no time cutting to the chase. "You might have already heard the news but I've demoted my cocksleeve Morrigan to a public cum dump this morning..."

"Aww, that's too bad." Harding offers sympathetically. "I thought she was doing a really good job sucking you all the time."

"She certainly was." you chuckle, absently stroking your cock. "But the truth is, I've grown bored of the swamp witch and wish to find a new toy so I'm all too happy to give our soldiers my sloppy seconds while I search for my next cocksleeve."

"Well, I'd be happy to assist with the search, sir." Harding offers. As eager and helpful as always, if a tad clueless.

"Oh, I don't think we'll have to go looking too far." you shake your head, chuckling at the scout's obliviousness. "In fact..."

You rise from your plush bed, your manhood swinging heavily between your legs. You step forward, closing the distance between you and Harding until your cock is hanging mere inches from her freckled face. "I'm looking at her right now," you declare, your trademark smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you gaze down at her.

"M-m-me?" Harding stammers, the adorable rogue staring up at you with widened eyes. "Your Worship, I'm just a scout." she begins to protest. "I could never tend to your needs as expertly as someone like Lady Morrigan or Leliana does."

"There's no need for modesty, Lace." you chuckle, brushing a strand of ginger hair from the dwarf's face with your hand. "Every man in the Herald's Rest can attest to your talents and we've all heard the song Maryden wrote in your honor..."

"Scout Lace Harding, throat like honey..." Harding hums softly under her breath, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

"Lips like silk, charges no money..." you finish the next lyrics by heart. You've lost count of the number of late-night blowjobs you've received in your tavern with that cozy tune playing softly, bouncing your lucky partner's head to the song's tempo.

"It's a catchy song," Harding admits bashfully. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she warms up to your offer.

"And let's face it, you're the perfect height for the job." you joke, waggling your hips to make your cock smack her cheek.

"I guess I am." Harding laughs nervously, rubbing her cheek. "It's just-I don't know if I'm ready for all that responsibility..."

"I won't lie to you, Lace." you say, meeting her gaze with brutal honesty. "Being my cocksleeve will be a thankless job." "The Maker, in his cruel jest, has blessed me with the virility of a dozen men and that blessing will become your curse. You'll be tending to my needs day and night and you'll almost never leave my side. It will be your sole purpose in life."

"No more scouting." Harding responds solemnly, the gravity of your words sinking in. "No more teaching dance classes..."

"I'm afraid so." you nod. "Without someone constantly tending to this...heavy burden of mine, this whole thing crumbles. I'm looking for someone loyal, dedicated who can set aside their own needs…for the greater good. For the Inquisition."

You smirk, feeling a very rare pang of guilt for preying so heavily on the scout's belief in your cause but that quickly passes as Harding takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she is about to say and looking you directly in your hungry eyes.

"I'll do it," she says, her resolve strengthened. "I'll be your cocksleeve, Your Worship. For the good of the Inquisition."

"That's the spirit, scout..." you grin.

With a grunt, you reach down and raise your heavy cock, letting it flop across Harding's surprised face with a meaty smack. It's the size of her whole head, and you begin dragging up and down her freckled face in a perverted knighting ceremony.

"Lace Harding." you clear your throat, making up some official-sounding gibberish. "Do you dedicate yourself to my cock?" Will you commit to never leaving it unsatisfied? To gag on it's glory? To throat it's thickness and allow your body become a sacred vessel for my divine seed, mind, body and soul but mostly body...for as long as you shall live..."

"Yessh, Your Worshiff." Harding affirms, her tiny voice muffled by the heft of your throbbing prick draped over her face.

You can't hide your grin, beaming with pride at the dwarf's loyalty to the Inquisition and by extension, your massive cock.

"Then by the power vested in me by the Maker, I hereby knight thee Lace Harding, First Cocksleeve to the Inquisitor!"

Before you can properly "anoint" the dwarf, you're interrupted by one of the kitchen servants arriving with a large tray piled high with bacon, eggs and toast. Your breakfast had finally arrived...

"Ah, excellent timing," you exclaim with a lick of your lips, never taking your eyes off Harding as you take a seat at the edge of your plush bed and gesture for the servant to bring your food. "You can suck me off while I eat, cocksleeve."