Gaspard takes over

You watch in stunned silence as Grand Duke Gaspard is carried on the Blowjob Throne by elven servants. Your eyes widen in surprise as he is sitting down on the throne, a look of calm determination on his face. The Empress's eyes seem to glaze over, and Briala's hand stops stroking your cock as she too is affected by the sudden turn of events.

Josephine's eyes flicker towards the throne, a look of confusion on her face. She takes a step forward, as if to intervene, but then seems to think better of it.

You feel the Throne's influence, but it is no longer acting for your sake. The power seems to come from Gaspard himself.

"How is this possible?" you ask, wishing what is happening in front of you is not true.

"I recognized this artifact from the ancient archives of Halamshiral, the old Winter Palace." he explains "Most of my family lost of this knowledge, but when Drakon became the first emperor of Orlais, the apostates magi tried to sway him with this gift, an ancient elven device. They were all killed and the Throne was hidden, until today. Drakon wanted to support the Chantry, but now the world is changing. It will be the herald of Andraste who will act the Maker's will, while me, Drakon's descendant, will be the real power behind the Inquisition. And I will enjoy all its perks."

You feel your mind faltering, your will becaming slowly aligned to Gaspard's. While this is happening Celene, Briala, Josephine and all your women fall under the spell, kneeling in front of their new master.

Gaspard's eyes gleam with triumph as he sits upon the Blowjob Throne, his body radiating with power. He raises a hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the Empress and Briala begin to undress, their movements slow and deliberate. They sit by his side, caressing and whispering to him, their voices barely audible over the low hum of the Throne's power. Meanwhile, he starts focusing on Josephine.

The Antivan beauty's body moves in a fluid motion, her eyes locked onto Gaspard's as she begins to dance. The Grand Duke watches her, a sly smile playing on his lips as he takes in the sight of her body. The ruby on her collar glints in the light, drawing his gaze to her embroidered top. Josephine's movements become more sensual, her hips swaying as she moves closer to Gaspard. The Grand Duke leans back in the throne, his eyes never leaving Josephine as she begins to dance for him.

The Empress and Briala, still under the spell of the Blowjob Throne, continue to caress and whisper to him, their voices a gentle hum in the background, their hands moving in slow, sensual motions. The air in the room is heavy with tension, the only sound the soft rustle of Josephine's silken scarf as she moves closer to Gaspard.

The Grand Duke's hand extends, his fingers brushing against Josephine's dusky skin as he reaches for the ruby. The golden collar gleaming in the light, Gaspard's hand closes around the gemstone, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice, and Josephine's body seems to melt into his touch. Her eyes, still locked onto the Grand Duke's, seemes to glaze over, her pupils dilating as she sways closer to him.

The Grand Duke's eyes gleam with triumph as he guides Josephine's head towards his crotch, his fingers tangling in her braided bun.

Celene and Briala, still entranced, move in tandem, their lips brushing against Gaspard's sides and balls. Their tongues dart out, leaving trails of moisture on his skin as they worship him.

As Josephine's lips made contact with Gaspard's crotch, a low hum of pleasure emanates from the Grand Duke's throat. His eyes, gleaming with triumph, lock onto hers, and he begin to guide her head in a slow, rhythmic motion.

The room is filled with the sound of moans and heavy breathing, the air thick with desire and lust.

Gaspard's grip on Josephine's head tightens, as he begins to thrust his hips upwards, forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. Celene and Briala, still entranced, continue to worship Gaspard's balls, their hands and mouths moving in a synchronized dance of pleasure.

The Grand Duke's breathing becomes ragged, his hips bucking wildly as he reaches his climax.

Josephine's body trembles as she feels Gaspard's climax, her lips still wrapped around him. She swallows, her throat working as she feels the warmth of his release. The empress and her lover clean his cock, while the Grand Duke's grip on Josephine's head loosens, his hand sliding down to rest on her shoulder.

Gaspard's grip on Josephine's shoulder tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulls her up to meet his gaze. His eyes are heavy-lidded with pleasure, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. Josephine's lips are still wrapped around the Grand Duke's softening member, her breath hot and heavy against his skin. She looks up at him, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of pleasure and subservience.

"Very good, Josephine," Gaspard murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. "You are a quick learner."

Gaspard's fingers continued to caress Josephine's jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her chin as he gazed into her glazed-over eyes.

He took her hand and pulled her up to stand, his grip firm and commanding. Josephine rose unsteadily, her legs still trembling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She looked up at Gaspard, her eyes still glazed over, and saw him gesture to one of his men. Gaspard's breath was hot against Josephine's ear as he whispered, "You've pleased me, Josephine. And now, it's time for you to be rewarded."

You succumb to the Duke's new powers, as his men start to share Josephine between them while he starts to fuck Celene from behind.