Iron Bull hired a few guards for the job but they also need payment.

The Iron Ball casually tucked his giant member back in his pants.

"Thanks Inquisitor, I needed that. By the way, I know a couple guys who can help me out with this job you want me on. Problem is, they'll need a bit of upfront payment", he tells you calmly as if a cum-drooling Morrigan wasn't laying next to him in a heap.

"Payment? How much are we talking here?"

"2000 coins, half up front, half later"

You consider this for a moment. Despite your vast resources, these mercenaries seems strangely high-priced. But if the Iron Bull stands by them then they must be worth it.

"Do they accept alternative payment?" You ask.

The Iron Bull nods, "they do".

You give a understanding and confirming look towards the Iron Bull. The muscle bound qunari then whistled and the doors to your throne room open. You see a rag-tag bunch of men walk in, their armour sub-par but they carried themselves as an experienced band of experts. With a sigh, a nod and a single wave of your hand, the men looked towards the freshly throat-fucked Morrigan.

"Oh, not again", sighed the witch.

-

Morrigan found herself now in another cock-based dilemma as the Witch of the Wilds struggled to satisfy every throbbing cock in this blowbang.

Heavy slabs of meat slapped against her well-used face; her hair a disheveled mess and her black eye-shadow ran down her face. Her mouth was stuffed either with one piece of veined meat or two-at-a-time. These mercenaries were certainly a rowdy bunch.

Meanwhile, you spoke with Iron Bull about boring financial dealings.

"So, I can get them their 1000 gold, 2000 silver and... 1600 bronze coins?" You inquire.

Iron Bull replies, "Actually, it was 1100 gold, 1900 silver and..."

Meanwhile, Morrigan was being double-stuffed in her mouth while jerking off two others with her magical hands. Her quacking and choking noises barely registered with anyone in the throne room.

At one point, her face felt like it was underneath and avalanche of prodding meat-rods that seemed to overshadow her face like the Blight running across the surface of Thedas.

-

It took them fifteen minutes to finally finish with Morrigan, plastering her with a kiddie-pool sized amount of cum. Her body was drenched, humiliated and caked with hot, mercenary cum.

Some servants come over with a buckets of water, a mop and some rags.

You weren't a complete asshole so you let the poor witch get some rest after that blowbang.

Of course, this meant you needed a new cock-sleeve until Morrigan could get back on her feet.

(Hey everyone, it's me, the_high_king. Author of this story. I stopped by and wrote this bonus chapter today to tell you that I started a new story called 'Kritical Blow'. It's new and I plan to grow it. And I certainly hope it's as successful as The Blowjob Throne was. Go check it out. Thanks!)