(Character Switch)An Elven woman claims the throne...

As the glutton lord of Skyhold reveled in his depravity, another survivor of the conclave came to claim what was denied her. As Ellana Lavellan stepped past the grand doors of Skyhold's throne room she was greeted by a display of wanton lust. Topless noblewomen awaited the Inquisitor in succession. Each waiting to pleasure his worship's putrscent member in exchange for his aid in any number of diplomatic or military pursuits. Ellana gritted her teeth at the display, how could such a loathesome human come to rule such a grand place!? Command the power to topple nations! It was an absurd pageantry that the young Dalish elf would end.

But she was pragmatic, and so to blend in with with the preening noble ladies, she tore the front of her shirt open, exposing her sizeable chest to the hall, wincing as cold air blew across her nipples and hardened them to a point. She would endure this humiliation for now. Besides, its not as if it was an uncommon sight in Skyhold. Ellana was no great warrior, nor was she a powerful mage. She was but a humble rogue, and so well practiced at bowing before human lords, eyeing them with wonder and adoration. And this is why she could do what no other had.

Hours passed, and eventually Ellana grew used to the cool air, and the sensation of lustful eyes that became less and less unsettling. Eventually, the nobility departed, eager to return to their castles by sunrise, joyedly telling their noble husbands and fathers what negotiations they had managed with the great Herald of Andraste. Ellana finally had her chance, as she was summoned to approach the Blowjob Throne. She kneeled, as countless women had done before her, and took the turgid and throbbing member of the castle's lord into her delicate, gloved hand.

Normally no woman could resist the compulsion of the Blowjob Throne, and truthfully no man if the user was so inclined. But this artifact was ancient, and though much of it's history seemed lost, Clan Lavellan had discovered crucial documents hidden away in an ancient Tevinter ruin nestled in the Brecillian Forest of Ferelden, which the blight had ravaged a decade ago. She had learned of a technique, a mental fortress she could construct through rigorous preparation. And after so many long months of the Inquisitions reign, Ellana could enact her seizure of power.

"Am I meant to enjoy leather against my flesh? Is this how they taught you to please a man, knife ear!?" The Inquisitor roared with fury, and Ellana shrank in fear "S-so sorry m'lord!" She could barely hide the smile threatening to tear across her face as she lowered her hands to remove her gloves. The knife easily fell from the strap in her sleeve into her open hand, and with a simple flick of her wrist it planted itself firmly into the Inquisitor's putrid, fleshy throat. She needed to move quickly, the moment her body replaced the Inquisitor's upon the throne she could take control. She grabbed his matted robes, ignoring the disgust that rose in her chest at their greasy surface. She tugged with all her strength, and gravity brought the dying mage's voluminous body crashing into the floor as she rolled nimbly to the side. She could hear the blades quickly emerging from scabbards, boots stomping loudly into the stone floors and clanging armor as the Inquisition's soldiers charged to her position. She threw her entire weight into the throne, which didn't react in the slightest to the impact. She righted herself and looked out at the advancing guards, placing her hands firmly against the armrests.

Ellana felt sensation blaze through her entire being, her hand exploded into searing hot pain, while every other nerve in her body lit up in electric sensation. It was over in an instant. She saw the dazed looks of the soldiers, feeling that something had changed but unable to determine what. She spoke without thinking, "Stand down!" And to her elation, they did. Swords returned to sheaths. Ellana took deep breaths, trying desperately to calm herself. She had done it! She commanded the Blowjob Throne. She looked to her hand, and was shocked to find a glowing green energy present. The anchor! It needed a host she supposed. She looked down at the carcass splayed out before her feet. "Remove him. Feed him to the dogs." Armored men moved immediately to obey.

As she tried to contemplate what came next, she felt another sensation brewing within her....arousal. She felt like she should be worried about this development, but she wasn't. Her body burned. She needed relief. She turned to see the Inquisitors ruined cocksleeve draped across the side of the throne. Morrigan. But the look she gave Ellana was not one of a broken puppet. It was one of intrigue. She was aware! Ellana tried to focus, but those eyes promised relief. And it took all of her restraint to keep from reaching for her breeches. She knew she should leave, try to resist. But could she?