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The Inquisitor's lips curled into a lecherous grin as he palmed his thickening cock through stained breeches. "Aye, I'll take your piss-poor bargain," he rasped, spittle flying as he jabbed a sausage-thick finger at Morrigan's belly. "But that cunt's mine. You lay one finger on my property..." He raised his other hand, the Well's magic crackling like black lightning between his fingertips. Morrigan's scream tore through the gag as her body convulsed, thighs snapping together uselessly around the cultist's grip. The collar's gem blazed as her womb contracted under his command - a mocking preview of the ritual to come.

The cultists shoved you and your companions through a jagged crevice into a cavernous chamber reeking of burnt incense and old blood. Kolgrim lifted a chalice carved from dragonbone, its rim crusted with blackened residue. "Drink deeply, Herald," he rasped, "and let the blood of Andraste Reborn forge your apotheosis."

The dragonbone chalice pressed against your lips, the coppery tang of tainted blood flooding your mouth like liquid fire. The brew burned its way down your gullet, and suddenly the world tilted. Your vision swam with visions of scales and wings, of Morrigan screaming beneath a dragon's clawed grip. When your eyes refocused, the chamber pulsed with a sickly green light matching the rifts you'd spent months closing.

A low groan escaped your throat as your breeches strained against your engorged cock. The air itself seemed to vibrate with dark energy, and you felt the Blowjob Throne's influence radiating from your sweat-slicked pores.

You feel Cassandra, Sera, Vivienne, Tamar and Morrigan saunter towards you, with animalistic needs. "We are leaving you alone with your women, Inquisitor." Kolgrim explains "The dragon needs to be satiated, before allowing you to control it. Don't worry, you all will enjoy it."

The cold stone of the altar bit into your flabby back as clawed hands tore away your robes. Vivienne's lacquered nails dragged across your hairy chest, her honeyed sneer twisting into a grimace of **** arousal as the Throne's compulsion gripped her. "How utterly primitive," she drawled through gritted teeth, even as her tongue flicked across your left nipple. Cassandra knelt between your spread thighs, the clang of her armor hitting the floor punctuated by her ragged breathing. "This is... blasphemy..." she growled, but her calloused palms already massaged your balls while her lips sealed around your throbbing cock.

Sera's jagged laughter bounced off the cavern walls as she clambered onto your heaving belly, her needle-sharp teeth sinking into your shoulder. "Fucking hate youuuu," she sang through a mouthful of your rancid flesh, her lithe fingers working open her leathers with violent jerks. Across the chamber, Morrigan's choked whimpers crescendoed as Tamar **** the witch's face between her scarred thighs, dragonblood tattoos glowing crimson where they pressed against Morrigan's thrashing head. Vivienne's polished Orlesian cadence broke into a guttural moan as her immaculate nails raked down your swollen gut.

The dragonblood coursing through your veins made their **** worship feel like ants crawling beneath your skin—each flick of Vivienne's tongue, every choked gag from Cassandra's throat, Sera's hateful bites—all feeding the swollen corruption pulsing in your groin. Morrigan's muffled shrieks rose as Tamar ground her face deeper into the warrior's musk-drenched cunt, the witch's golden collar sparking with each convulsive swallow. "That's it, bitch," you grunted, yanking Vivienne's headdress to smash her painted lips against your reeking armpit, "show your Duchess how Orlesian whores—" A thunderous roar shook the chamber, scattering blood droplets from the chalice as your cock twitched violently.

The thunderous roar shook the cavern, dislodging stalactites that shattered around your writhing harem. Through the haze of dragonblood and musk, you saw the dragon's massive clawed foot crush Corypheus's chest like rotten fruit, his dying scream drowned by Cassandra's gagging moans as your cock pulsed down her throat. Morrigan's golden collar blazed as you **** her consciousness into the beast through the Well's bond – her muffled screams now echoing from the dragon's maw as its forked tongue lashed across your bloated body.

Vivienne's manicured fingers scrabbled at your heaving flanks as the Throne's compulsion arched her spine, her Orlesian curses dissolving into wanton screams when your gnarled hand **** her face into your crotch's rancid thatch. Cassandra's gauntleted knees scraped stone raw as she rode your fist with warrior's rhythm, her Seeker's chant becoming a broken psalm of pleasure-pain when you thumbed the sacred sunburst brand between her breasts. Sera's cackles turned to gasping squeals as Tamar's dragonblood-streaked fingers pistoned into the elf from behind, her freckled face mashed against Vivienne's squirming rump while you used the Well's bond to make Morrigan's dragon-twisted throat milk your cock with peristaltic waves.