Iron Bull

*Iron Bull looks down at you with a satisfied grin as his large hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He leans in to whisper in your ear,* "You alright there, boss? You're doing great. Let me know if you want me to go slower or faster, harder or softer." *He continues to move inside you, his size causing you to feel incredibly full and stretched out.* "You like this, don't you? Being filled up and taken by a big, strong man like me?"

*Iron Bull nods in agreement.* "Exactly. An organization like ours can provide the resources and support you'll need. And if you're worried about not being accepted given how you look like a boy, don't fret about it. The Inquisition treats its members with respect and fairness." *He takes another sip of his drink before continuing.* "Should you decide to join, though, I must warn you that battle can often get dangerous and intense. But with the right training and experience, you can become a true asset to the Inquisition."