The Iron Bull

Maybe it's the frankly insane amounts of drink you've imbibed, but you decide to put the Qunari's loyalty to the ultimate test.

"Bull, on your knees." You command. The hulking warrior's a little taken aback.

"Inquisitor? And here I thought your tastes were a little more... narrow." He chuckles.

"Get moving." you tell him. "Morrigan's mine. If you think you can use her without asking, well.. you're gonna repay me, Bull."

"Sheesh boss, you wanted me to suck your cock, all you had to do was ask..." the Iron Bull mutters, finding his knees. Given his height and mass, even kneeling, the qunari cuts a significant silhouette.

"Suck it then." You tell him, a little apprehensive. You've never done this with a man. Sure, you loved having your cock sucked, but up to this point, it had always been a gorgeous woman doing it...

With little bashfulness or hesitancy, Bull closes one powerful hand around your cock, and brings it to his mouth.

As Bull gets to work, you quickly realise how little difference it makes. Someone blowing on your cock will always feel good, be they man or woman. And Bull, no doubt given his experience on both sides of the endeavour, is a pretty talented little cocksucker.

"Not bad, Bull!" You groan out, your shyness quickly abating, replaced by your usual personality. "Part of me thinks you could even teach Morrigan a thing or two!"

You cast an eye over towards your favourite enslaved mage. If she took offense at your comment, it's mitigated by the glaze of lust in her eyes, watching the qunari quickly and shamelessly take your length.

"I live to please, boss." Bull smiles, withdrawing from his ministrations momentarily to speak. Before returning his lips to your shift, he gives your drooling cockhead a fast, surprisingly soft peck. How much you delighted in it will definitely have you questioning some things in the days to come.

He was pleasing you, was the inescapable fact. Part of it was the power of it. Here was one of the most imposing, and lethal, warriors in Skyhold, and you were treating him like a whore you'd pound for a handful of silvers! Before you'd acquired the power of the Blowjob Throne, a man like Bull would've been more likely to rough you up for ogling his second in command's body, than suck you off.

As for the other part, well, there was no denying the man was damned talented. Only a few moments with your prick stuffed in his mouth, and you were beginning to understand why the serving girls tolerated the giant in their midst all day.

Looking down, your eyes are drawn to the grey-skinned giants horns. You just can't help yourself.

"You know Bull," you begin, reaching out and grabbing the qunari's horns with both hands. "Yours is the only throat I've ever fucked that comes with a handrail!"

As if to make your point, you tighten your grip on the Vashoth's fearsome points, they feel weighty and solid in your hands, and use them as leverage, driving your prick even deeper into his throat.

You're beginning to attract a few wayward looks as you piston in and out of Bull's mouth. The few revellers not out of their minds with drink, lust or both are raising their eyes at your brazen display. As for Sera, the elf is doubled over laughing. She'd accused you of wanting to suck his knob on more than one occassion when you picked him instead of her to guard you out in the wilds. Turns out, she had it backwards!

A few more minutes of this rough display, of which the Iron Bull handles spectacularly well, and you find yourself drawing close. Burying yourself balls deep in the mercenary's as eagerly as you would Josephine's cunny, you explode.

Your seed fills the warrior's mouth, a few stray spurts even escaping, trailing down his chin. You were surprised at just how much you'd produced. The Throne's magics could not explain it all away. You knew it, Morrigan knew it, and considering how much you'd given him to swallow, you suspected Bull knew it too.

"Phew..." you pant, withdrawing your cock, as well as your hold on the man's horns. "I've been missing out."

With an intriguing smile, Bull swallows your load, wipes his chin and then sucks down the remainder of your seed off the back of his hand.

"You shouldn't have grabbed his horns though." Krem advises you. "Chief doesn't like it."

Part of you is intrigued to know how he ever learned that.

"It's okay Krem, the boss is a newbie at this." Bull reminds his second. "Inquisitor, I'm perfectly willing to help you catch up."

Your mind races with feverish anticipation at the new possibilities this opens up. Perhaps you should hunt down Dorian? The flirtatious Tevinter may be amenable to showing you his skills too. It would be a real coup, you thought, to be able to say you'd been inside the mouths of more than half your crew.