Scout Harding!

"...Lace Harding, lead scout of the Inquisition." Josephine finishes.

"Howdy, Your Worship!" the redhead dwarf cheerfully waves as she waddles up to the throne. Normally this is where a kiss of your cock would occur but with Krem hogging your entire shaft to himself at the moment, Harding instead settles for a quick smooch at the base of your balls.

"Hello there, Lace," you smile, always delighted to see your scout. You lean back in your throne, letting Krem continue to **** himself on your prick. "So, what brings you before me today?"

"Gee, well..." Harding starts off, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head. "I had this request..."

"For you, my dwarven friend, anything," you assure her. "Tell me, what is it that you require?"

"It's a little silly but..." Harding blushes bright red. "With the lack of scouting jobs for me lately, I haven't been feeling very useful around here so I've decided...I wanna be a public cum dump."

You blink a few times in surprise, forgetting for a moment about Krem's mouth on your cock.

"You'll have to forgive me, Harding, I must have something in my ear," you smirk as you work your pinky into your ear canal. "I could've sworn you just said that you wanted to be a public-"

"Cum dump!" Harding nods enthusiastically. "I've already picked out a great spot to put me!" She helpfully points to her left as if you can see the spot from the inside of your throne room. "Right under the big, shady tree in the gardens so nobody gets a sunburn while they...y'know."

The dwarf bobs her tiny head on an imaginary cock, clearly aware of what the position entails.

"Why would you choose to be a cum dump?" you ask. "After all, it's the lowest job in Skyhold."

"Cause I'm lousy in the kitchen." she jokes. "And being locked in stockades looks sorta fun!"

"The stocks are usually reserved as punishment." you remind her. After all, even if a cum dump isn't against having their holes used by anyone who cares to, the amount of clean-up required is definitely not something to be looking forward to. "And you've done nothing wrong, Scout..."

"Ah, crumbs." Harding lowers her head dejected. She turns, about to walk off when suddenly...

"Actually, Inquisitor," Leliana interjects, appearing seemingly out of thin air right behind you. "A week ago, my agent reported seeing our scout stealing cookies from the pantry after dark."

"Well now, that changes matters..." you lean back against your throne and tent your fingertips.

Who are you to deny Harding? If she wants to be useful to the Inquisition than by the Maker, she should do it however she pleases. And you can't bear to see her pouty face a second more.

Josephine steps forward, rolling her eyes just a little at the mockery you're making of her court.

"Lace Harding, you stand accused of...cookie theft," she announces. "How do you plead?"

"Guilty!" Harding blurts. "I took the chocolate chip, the ginger snaps, even the oatmeal raisins."

(You swore you heard a "bleh" that sounded like Sera at the mere mention of raisin cookies.)

"Very well." you smirk, "For these most heinous crimes, Lace Harding, I sentence you to..."