Meet Iron Bull in the tavern.

You recall from Leliana's morning briefing that Iron Bull had something important he wished to discuss with you. Knowing Bull, the best place to start looking for him would be the tavern.

As you enter the Herald's Rest, you're treated to some familiar sights. Busty barmaids running drinks back and forth to thirsty soldiers while Maryden strums away on her lute. Behind them, Sera is telling one of her unspeakably lewd jokes to a group of disgusted-looking patrons.

The Bull isn't a hard man to spot, sitting at a table in the far back corner. Looking quite pleased with himself, the Qunari’s pinstripe trousers are pulled down to his ankles, providing the entire tavern with an unobstructed view of his rather intimidating prick. Never one to balk at another man's lack of pants, you call out to the Bull to garner his attention.

"Boss!" your horned friend bellows in response, motioning for you to join him at his table.

Taking the seat across from him, you signal for the barmaid. "Two ales. And make it snappy!"

"Better make that three, Boss..." Bull interjects, giving the serving wench a knowing wink.

You offer a perplexed look, briefly peering below the table to ensure Krem hadn’t taken up his typical spot while you weren't looking. The Bull smirks, casually tossing back his arm to direct your attention over his broad shoulder. Peeking around the giant's bulky frame, you discover what looks to be a female dwarf standing behind him with her face wedged in his backside.

"...Scout Harding?" you arch an eyebrow, immediately recognizing the young dwarven female.

Harding offers a muffled response, muted by the surrounding flesh. However, she's considerate enough to give a thumbs up before dedicating her full attention back to tossing the Bull's salad.

“Your scout has been getting a little restless without any field assignments,” Bull explains.

"Restless, huh?" you smirk.

"Thought I'd offer her a little freelance work," he smiles. "Hoped you wouldn't mind, Boss."

"Not at all," you chuckle. "Scouting the gruesomest places in Thedas is part of her job, right?"

"Whatever you're paying her, I'd go ahead and double it," he jokes. The Bull shifts in his seat, his good eye momentarily rolling back just as the serving girl Flissa returns with the three ales.

Feeling a tad left out, you motion for Flissa to crawl under your table. The redheaded girl nods, honored to be chosen for such a noble duty as she obediently sneaks below your shared table.

The former tavern owner wastes no time, freeing your cock from the confines of your breeches as she draws her mouth around your girth. The girl's blowjob is full of enthusiasm, lacking any kind of real technique behind her movements but you couldn't fault her exuberance.

"To cold drinks and warm mouths!" you toast, raising your tankard high in the air. The two of you clack your drinks together, guzzling them down while Harding's cup remains untouched.

"Glad you decided to come by, Boss." Bull declares, slamming down his swiftly-emptied mug.

"Me too," you chuckle, the sounds of your sloppy blowjob echoing from underneath the table.

You and the Qunari both sit in awkward silence for a moment, each relishing your respective girl's talented tongues. Attempting to get back to business, the Bull loudly clears his throat.

"Got a letter from my Ben-Hassrath contact." he begins. "I've already had it verified with Red."

This news comes as no surprise to you. From the moment he joined the ranks of the Inquisition, Bull had made no secret of his continued loyalty to the Qunari's own spy network, feeding them information about your Inquisition and its many enemies.

"The Ben-Hassrath have been reading my reports," he continues. "They don't like Corypheus or the Venatori." he pauses, leaning in a bit closer. "And they really, really don't like red lyrium."

"It sounds like the Inquisition and the Ben-Hassrath share similar concerns," you remark.

As you take another swig from your ale, you couldn't help but wonder how the Ben-Hassrath would feel about you if only they knew the mind-altering power your Throne was capable of.

"That's why they've decided to work with us," Bull reveals. "Work with you, that is, Boss."

"Shit," you buck, making Flissa gag loudly on your cock. "That could be a powerful alliance."

"My people have never made a full-blown alliance with a foreign power before. This would be a big step. They've discovered a massive red lyrium shipping operation out on the Storm Coast."

"Let me guess, they want us taking it out?"

"We'd hit it together," Bull moans, "There's even talk of bringing in one of our Dreadnoughts." They don't wanna tip off the smugglers, so no army. Just you, the Chargers and a little backup."

While Bull outlines the plan, Flissa continues bobbing on your cock. Rather than developing a sense of rhythm of her very own, the young woman appears to have stolen one from Maryden as the bouncing of her head matches with the beat of the jaunty tune the bard is playing.

As the bard's song reaches a rousing conclusion, you feel your own climax swiftly approaching.

Suddenly, the Bull lets out a primal growl, reaching back and grinding Harding's face in his ass while simultaneously pumping his cock like a madman. Biting his bottom lip, the first bursts of cum spew from his tip like an erupting volcano, splashing the woman in his thick, ropey seed.

Arching her back in surprise, Flissa comes up off your cock just in time to receive the full brunt of your own equally impressive load right in her shocked face. The barmaid can only whimper as she's bombarded from both sides by the combined essences of you and the Qunari warrior.

Her work finally done, Flissa crawls out from under the table, looking like she's just been in a hurricane. The girl is covered from head to toe, the entire back of her dress is now plastered down with the Bull's spunk, her ass clearly visible through the thin, cum-drenched fabric.

"D-did you or your friend require anything else, Your Worship?" she asks with a shaky voice.

"That will be all for now, Flissa. Thank you." you smile contently. Bowing to the best of her ability, the barmaid awkwardly departs, leaving behind a noticeable snail trail as she does so.

"I gotta drain the dragon," Bull announces, interrupting your post-orgasm high. "Why don't you think over that alliance thing while I'm gone, Boss?" he offers, standing up from his seat.

As Bull saunters off, Harding is left with her eyes closed and tongue waggling back and forth. Realizing her partner is gone, the dwarf gingerly opens her eyes to find you grinning at her.

"Oh! Hiya, Inquisitor." she blushes, pushing a few loose strands of hair from her sweaty face.

"Hello, Lace," you reply with a flirtatious wink.

Noticing the dwarf eyeing the ale sitting idly on the table, you slide the mug in her direction.

"Thanks," she says with a nervous giggle, taking a deep swig before setting the cup back down. She gives the tiniest of burps before looking away embarrassed. "Uh, I just remembered Leliana wanted to see me..." she stammers, motioning for the tavern doors. "For, y'know....reasons."

"Well, we wouldn't wanna keep her waiting," you smirk, watching the dwarf slowly back away.

"Oh, Harding, before you leave," you smirk, catching her in the doorway. "This probably goes without saying, but I don't want to see any detailed scouting reports on Iron Bull's ass, okay?"

Harding nods, blushing as she scurries out of the tavern just as the Bull is stepping back inside.

"So what do you say, Boss?" he asks, fastening his belt. "Are we heading for the Storm Coast?"

Scratching your chin, you contemplate all the options. An alliance between the Qunari and the mainland is completely unprecedented. But the Inquisition needs all the allies it can find and a partnership with the Qun would give you access to all their resources, including their women.

"Y'know, I think the Inquisition could use some help from the Qunari." you grin lecherously.

"I'll pass the word onto Red." Bull nods. "We can set up a meeting whenever you're ready."