You pass Duchess Florianne.

As you saunter through the courtyard, you pass the stockades. You're just in time to catch the former Duchess Florianne de Chalons getting her nightly wash. A team of elven servants scrubs the villain turned cum-dump head to toe before dumping buckets of dishwater over her head.

When they finally finish their task, the last elf drapes a tiny necklace around the woman's neck, bearing an enchanted pendant imbued with the pleasing scent of Brecilian Forest pine needles.

You wait for the elves to wander off before you approach the woman in the stocks with a smile.

"Inquisitor..." the defeated Duchess sneers. "Here to rub your victory in my face once again?"

"No, just my cock..." you answer, dragging your greasy prick across her freshly-washed face.

After her treachery at the Winter Palace, you were pleasantly surprised when Empress Celene handed over the disgraced Duchess to you for judgment. While your original sentence involved Florianne becoming Skyhold's new court jester, her ability to tell jokes proved appallingly bad and thus she was quickly demoted to the far more humorous position of public cum dump.

Pressing your cock to her lips, you start to press forward but Florianne refuses to open for you. Having enough of her stubbornness, you call upon the power of the throne to assert dominance over her weak mind and soon enough, she willingly opens wide to fully accept your cock.

With that, you drive yourself down her throat, making the Duchess gag hard on your thickness. Feeling her lips stretched to their limit around your prick works you into a face-fucking frenzy with grunts of lust as you rock your hips recklessly back and forth into the noble's mouth.

One of the advantages of stocked cum-dumps is always having something solid to grab hold of while you plunder their faces. Fucking her face over and over, you soon feel your climax near.

You see Florianne's eyes widen, feeling your cock swell in her throat as you pump voluminous amounts of spunk inside her mouth til her cheeks bulge and a little even spews from her nose.

You pull out, slapping Florianne's face with your slimy prick a few times before you notice the Iron Bull leaving the tavern for the night. You look at the tipsy Bull and then back to Florianne, repeating this action a few more times while an idea percolates inside your dirty mind.

"Hey Bull, come over here!" you shout, waving down the towering Qunari enthusiastically.

"What's up, Boss?" the horned giant asks as he strides towards you and the stockades.

"Just showing the Duchess here some Skyhold hospitality," you say. "You try her yet, big guy?"

"Me? Nah." Bull answers. "I figure I'll let our boys have plenty of fun with her before I, uh..."

"Ruin her with that breech demon you call a cock?" you finish.

"Something like that," he laughs, flashing a cocky smile. "I'm definitely a tough act to follow..."

"If they haven't used her yet, it's their loss!" you offer as you gesture towards the Duchess.

"Well..." the Bull contemplates, eyeing the whore. There's already a huge bulge in his trousers as he steps up to the jester, unbuckling his belt and letting his pinstripe pants fall to his knees.

"Sweet Maker...." the stone-faced Florianne whimpers, her eyes taking up his massive prick. "Herald, please..." she begins to bargain. "My dainty throat can't handle this beast's member!"

"Who said anything about your throat?" Bull smirks as he slowly circles around the woman.

"Wait, what are you..." she questions before receiving her blunt answer in the form of the Bull placing the tip of Bull's grey cock at her backdoor. "No, please!" she begs. "Anything but that!"

With a grin, you turn and head back to the main hall, the pained howls of Duchess Florianne music to your ears while Iron Bull brings new meaning to the phrase "a royal pain in the ass."