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After another wonderful night of amorous activities, Bull and Olivia prepared to part ways for the day. Sal had already headed down to meet with her advisors and Bull had plans of his own with the chargers.
"Well, I guess I better go make some friends then," Olivia pouted, clearly trying to manipulate him into dropping everything to give her the attention she craved.
"Try to stay out of trouble," Bull quipped, refusing to fall prey to such tactics - no matter how tempting - though it seemed Olivia's attention was already elsewhere.
"I can't promise that," she practically purred as she clocked the approach of Mr tall blond and handsome, making the poor man blush with a salacious wink as she glided off toward the gardens.
"Hot, right?" Bull spoke as Cullen watched her retreat, the poor man caught like a fly in a web by the deliberate sachet of her pert derriere.
"Who is she?" Cullen dreamily questioned.
Bull had seen that look on many-a-face in Olivia's presence, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the man. "You interested in my friend, Commander?"
"I am quite certain a woman of her calibre would have little interest in a man like me."
"You look in the mirror lately, Commander?" Bull asked. "You're not so bad yourself."
Cullen spluttered, cheeks turning a hilarious shade of pink.
"Calm down, that wasn't me coming on to you," Bull chuckled, "I just wouldn't doubt my odds so easily if I were you."
Bull's words rang out in his head for the rest of the day and several more after. Did he really stand a chance with such perfection?
If the way he caught her staring whenever she was nearby was any indication, he was beginning to think Bull may not be entirely wrong.
Cullen had only returned in search of his lucky coin. He'd been thumbing the damn thing almost non-stop, hoping the luck it had granted him so far might extend to him securing a date with lady Trevelyan. And since he had decided today would be the day he'd try his luck, he knew he'd feel a whole lot better about his odds of success with his coin in his pocket.
It wasn't exactly a date, but his search had led him to something so wildly unexpected that he'd completely lost the use of his limbs.
He'd slowed in his approach upon hearing hushed whispers and suggestive giggles, quickly identifying the source through the wide crack in the war room door which had been left carelessly ajar.
The Inquisitor was perched on the edge of the war table, completely nude, with her long athletic legs wrapped around the object of his desires.
His mouth fell open as he watched them, far too enthralled by the erotic sight to notice that Bull had been standing behind him for several minutes.
"Look who I found loitering outside," Bull's booming voice almost gave him a heart attack.
Cullen had expected a swift right hook, but instead, the hulking qunari had put a firm though distinctly welcoming hand on his shoulder and dragged him inside.
"I-I was only there for a moment," he lied, certain the Inquisitor was about to dismiss him from his post... but she'd barely even registered his presence.
" Right ," Bull drawled, "and I suppose your dick isn't hard either."
"I don't recall asking for commentary," lady Trevelyan snapped, "leave or stay, I don't really care so long as you both shut up."
Was he dreaming?
"Don't look at him, look at me," she quietly directed the Inquisitor, her sultry voice almost as attractive as the little dimples at the base of her spine as she returned her attention to Salise.
Cullen wasn't sure what to do with himself. His conscience told him to leave immediately but his cock had other ideas. Bull on the other hand was casually pouring himself a drink, as though his girlfriend being eaten out by another woman was all completely ordinary.
Salise's sudden high-pitched moan quickly recaptured his attention and he watched slack-jawed as Olivia's lips slowly ascended the Inquisitor's body before engaging her in a lewd sloppy kiss.
Olivia whispered something to Salise that made her visibly shudder before she obediently repositioned herself, kneeling on the table with her feet hanging off the edge as she sat back on her heels.
Bull then appeared behind her and Cullen looked up at the ceiling when he realised what was about to happen; the giant qunari gripping his unsurprisingly giant cock and housing himself between his tiny elven lover's thighs.
Cullen glanced awkwardly around the room as Bull's grunts and Salise's moans steadily rose in volume until Olivia appeared before him. She just stood there, staring up at him with an impossible-to-read expression on her face. Was it disinterest? Boredom? Curiosity ?
She stepped right into his space, as close as she could get without actually touching him, and then smirked. He inhaled a startled breath when she palmed the obvious bulge in his trousers, her smirk seeming to widen with approval.
Her lips were right there in front of him and he had never wanted to taste anything so badly in all his life, but before he could even think about making a move she gave him a rough shove and he landed with a thud onto the wooden chair behind him.
He swallowed nervously as she slowly dropped to her knees, her deft rogue's fingers freeing his cock from the restricting confines of his trousers with startling efficiency. He'd expected her to tease him, but she did no such thing, swallowing the length of him in one swift move.
Cullen cried out, embarrassment flushing his cheeks at his ludicrous volume as the woman he'd been lusting after since her arrival hungrily devoured him. He was quite certain she could make him spill down her throat within seconds if he wasn't careful.
Mercifully slowing the pace she held him gently with both hands, tongue laving his frenulum as she stared unabashedly at his face. He could hardly even believe what he was seeing and didn't dare look away for fear it was all a dream. Her slender fingers made him look much larger than he'd ever thought, and he couldn't deny the enormous sense of pride he felt at that. It was a sight he could very much see himself getting used to.
His head fell back when she eventually resumed her previous pace, her enthusiasm making him feel more desired than any woman had ever managed before.
He glanced up at Salise, her pleasured face full of longing as she stared at Olivia. What he wouldn't give to watch her bury her face between Olivia's thighs while she in turn worked him with her hands and mouth.
The Maker must have smiled on him as Salise did exactly that, climbing off the war table and crawling towards the redhead at his feet.
Salise lay on her back, wriggling her way between Olivia's parted legs and from the way the redhead moaned around his cock Salise clearly knew what she was doing.
Cullen's eyes slipped shut, overcome with pleasure until the sudden bite of Olivia's fingers digging into his thighs demanded his attention.
Bull was on his knees just a few feet away, Salise's back resting at an angle on his thighs as he stuffed her full of his gargantuan cock.
Olivia hummed around him as Salise brought her closer and closer to climax, though she never wavered in her own task, her tight-lipped moan of completion coaxing him to spill on her tongue.
He watched her shuffle backwards just enough to look down at the woman beneath her, a look of serine affection on her face as she stroked Salise's cheek - but the sweet exchange quickly morphed into something far more explicit.
Salise palmed Olivia's breasts and toyed with her nipples as the noble reached behind her to play with Salise's clit, both of them slaves to the motion of Bull's hard thrusts as he drove repeatedly into his lover.
Cullen couldn't look away, she was magnificent - they both were - such confidence and raw sex appeal, he was completely at their mercy, and when Salise finally cried out Olivia's eyes snapped up to meet his and he could have sworn his cock throbbed in response.
Everything happened rather quickly after that, the women redressed, giggling and tittering the entire time and barely gave him a second glance before leaving him alone with a half-hard cock and a confused look on his face.