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A devilish thought crosses your twisted and warped mind, something that you've been meaning to do ever since you escaped from the prison you were kept in;

Get some ****.

With a wave of your hand, Morrigan and Calpernia remove themselves from you, and you send your minions to bring to you a women who was a whore long before the power of this throne.

Brought before you is the dark skinned buxom, native to Rivain, who calls herself "Isabela".

Yes, you remember this little minx, she was with the Hawke warrior when you escaped from the prison. Without them, your triumphant return would have been delayed by, perhaps a few weeks.

However; they still attempted to kill you, and almost did, if it weren't for your ability to travel with the Taint.

Isabela had, since your Victory, been turned from a whore, into a piece of meat, worth only to briefly hold the cocks of her superiors. You had yet to corrupt, break, or even fuck her wife, whom you had captured shortly after your victory.

The thought of it: a noble women, even one of the far more savage southern lands, falling in love and marrying a female marauder, especially one as slutty as this??

The scandal that would have caused back in Tevinter, even today!

You do have to admit, this woman brought before you is far more endowed than most of the women from your time.

You nod to the darkspawn to release her, and in a flash, her busty chest is pressed into your legs as she runs her tongue up and down the length of your shaft.

Seeing the dark seductress worship you brings back a memory... of another of Hawke's whorish companions...

With a wave of your hand, you send the darkspawn off again, and grip the slut's hair, yanking her off of your cock.

You lean your disgusting, corrupted face as close to hers as possible, and ask a question.

"Who do you serve?"

The whore tilts her head up to look you in the eyes, her own glazed over with lust, and she speaks, her voice husky and sensual; "I am yours, master."

"You forsake your friends, your country and your lover? All for the sake of a cock??" You demand an answer.

"I'll be honest, Master, even if you hadn't used your magic on me, with a cock like this?" She squeezes your dick to emphasize her point.

"I would have given up the world anyway" She finishes.

You notice your darkspawn approaching behind her, and you lean back, smiling.

Suddenly, an elven **** is thrust towards you, and lands next to Isabela at your knees.

"Hey kitten..." Isabela purrs, her hand reaching over and rubbing the back of Merrill's neck, running up the back of her head through her hair, and rubbing behind her ears.

Merrill arches her back, and moans, an elf's ear is a sensitive place.

Interrupting their foreplay, you grab the ****'s hair, and repeat the question you gave the whore.

"I.. i am.." Her already wide eyes go even wider, she gulps, then she speaks again. "I am an elf, and we elves have always been subservient to our Tevinter lords. So, i am yours, Master."

A little longer than you liked, but it was satisfactory.

You waved your hand, and allowed them to go to work.

The elven **** immediately began working on your heavy testicles, while the dark skinned succubus crawled up onto your lap, positioned your heavy club of a penis at her birthing entrance, and slammed herself down to the hit.

Her loud moan filled the room, even going over the moans of the many other sluts being punished in the hall.

You grinned, this "Isabela" was one of the best whores you've ever had the pleasure of breaking.

But now? Now was the time for ****.

You waved to one of your Grey Wardens, and they quickly left the room, heading for the dungeon.

The almost-ebony flavored tart was trying so hard to fuck herself on your cock. True, since you awoke in this new world, your body had changed. Your cock was significantly longer and heavier than any humans, and even the most skilled and gifted whores of this world, regardless of the race, had trouble with it.

She hissed slightly as she pulled herself further along up the shaft, and moaned like a wild bitch in heat as she slid herself back down.

She actually managed to impress you by getting a stable rhythm of this, and picking up some speed. Within a few minutes, her ass was smacking against your thighs every three seconds. I doubt the most skilled Qunari whore would have been able to adjust that quickly.

That reminds you, with this massive cock, Qunari would be the best choice for a permanent cock-sleeve.

You hadn't conquered the Qun yet, the savage creatures had quite advanced technology which they managed to keep hidden from all of Thedas, but with almost all of the Thedosian countries now under your rule, you have no doubt that they will crumble very soon.

You reminisce on how, with the fall of the Qun, the world will finally be set right again, back like when you were a Magister of Mighty Tevinter. Back then, this whore riding your cock would have never been a Noblewoman's wife, or a Nobleman's. She would not even have been a pirate, her only place in life would have been a brothel.

And this Knife-Eared tart (That was a recent insult that you'd heard used against the elves. At least it was accurate. All of the slurs you used in your time were in a language different than the people of this time, so few would understand them), would have been the **** for someone, most likely one of many in a Magister's harem, although with her magic, she may have even been a personal pet for an Altus.

Speaking of the Elven ****, she was happily and dutifully suckling on your testicles, in a way that almost reminded you of a baby suckling on a mother's tit.

You did always wonder why so many of these elves bore the markings of slaves.

At first, you figured that their meanings had been lost to time with the fall of their empire, but seeing as how elves seem to be the easiest to break into slaves of all the races, you're starting to reconsider that assumption.

You glance up at the door, and grin as you see your Grey Warden pulling along a blindfolded prisoner wearing tattered clothes, her almost glowing pale skin shining from beneath the rips and tears.

She is marched up to your throne, and you nod to your Grey Warden,

They pull the prisoners blindfold off, and she blinks a few times, adjusting to the light, then gasps at the sight infront of her.

"Marian Hawke" You say, smiling evilly at your enemy.

Although, "enemy" is not exactly the right word. Without Hawke, your plan would not have worked out the way it did. From your research and investigation, you were held in a prisoner with magical seals that were slowly weakening.

Hawke broke you out early, and attempted to kill you. Without that event, your triumph would have been delayed, so you should thank her, seeing as how she did not manage to kill you, allowed you to infiltrate the Grey Warden ranks, and brought about your freedom weeks, perhaps even months earlier than it would have been.

She will make a fine ****.

You enjoyed the look of despair as she watched her lover and one of her best friends worship the cock of one of her most hated enemies.

"Merrill... Isabela... What have you done to them???" She yelled.

It was Isabela who spoke up, continuing to ride your cock while she addressed her wife.

"Oh come now Luv! You know me, i'd do anything for a good cock, and he's got the best one I've ever sat on!" She said, looking back and grinning at her wife.

Merrill stopped her licking and spoke up as well.

"Master helped me realize that everything in my life, my birth, my Vallaslin, the Mirror, all just meant that i was destined to be a ****. I would have been a **** to the Mirror without you, Hawke, but you just ended up delaying my destiny."

With that, she went back to sucking on your balls.

To drive this event home, you felt your balls stir, and you filled the slut's birth canal with your semen.

She took a few spurts inside of her, then Isabela pulled herself off.

The rest of it flew out of your cock and into the air, landing on the elven **** below you, covering her face in several long rope-like strands of cum.

Isabela moved Merrill away, and started licking the cum off of her face.

You reached out your hand, and gestured to Marian. You refused to warp her mind with magic, but her body was another story.

Marian stepped forward, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and off her cheek as she tried to fight it, but with literally no effect on it whatsoever.

She knelt down, and started running her tongue along your cock, cleaning off all the excess semen off of it.

You enjoyed seeing the defiant hate in her eyes, like she was shouting "I will fucking kill you" with her facial expression.

Ah, these southerners and their vulgarity.

With all the semen collected in her mouth, you wave your fingers, and she swallows, then grimaces, a look of disgust on her face.

Reaching down, you grab her arm and pull her up onto your lap.

She lets out a yelp as she is pressed into your chest, your engorged cock nestled between her ass cheeks.

You lift her chin up, and smile, her face inches from yours.

You lean forward, and kiss her, putting her off guard. Slipping your tongue inside of hers, you explore her sweet little mouth, running over her teeth, gums and intertwining with her tongue.

Pulling away from her, you see her blushing furiously, and completely bewildered. That look of shock is quickly replaced with a look of abhorrence and revulsion, and you grin.

Reaching down, you grab her hips, not as wide as her whore wife, but much wider than an elf's.

You do appreciate this; she would have made a fine housewife back in your time, and an astute noblewoman.

Ah well.

Gripping her ass, you position her legs so that her legs are brushing the sides of your stomach, with her face still inches from yours. Lifting her body up by her ass, You position your meat club at one of her holes, and you feel it press against the entrance, and then you look her in the eyes as a tear rolls down her cheek, and you smile even wider.