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You shift in your seat, feeling the soft cushions mold to your bulk.

You gaze at Josephine and Morrigan, admiring the way the golden collars gleam in the light. Josephine's eyes meet yours, and she smiles, her purple lipstick curving upward. She knows her role and plays it to perfection. Morrigan, on the other hand, seems lost in thought, her yellow eyes fixed on some point beyond the room. You can sense the tension in her body, the subtle resistance to the Throne's power. But you know it's only a matter of time before she surrenders completely.

You clear your throat, drawing the attention of your two companions. Josephine's smile widens, and she rises gracefully from her kneeling position, moving towards you. Morrigan follows, her movements more **** but still compliant. They both kneel again, this time at your feet, and begin to undo your robe. Josephine's nimble fingers work quickly, revealing your bare chest. Morrigan's touch is more hesitant, but still lingering, as she traces her fingers over your skin.

Josephine leans forward, her full breasts pressing against your thighs as she begins to pleasure you with her mouth.

As Josephine's lips wrap around your member, you feel a surge of pleasure coursing through your body. Her tongue dances across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Morrigan, still hesitant, begins to massage your thighs, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin. You close your eyes, savoring the sensations, and let out a low groan of satisfaction.

Josephine's pace quickens, her mouth moving in perfect rhythm with your breathing. Morrigan's touch becomes more confident, her fingers digging deeper into your flesh. You feel your body begin to tense, the pleasure building towards a crescendo.

Josephine's mouth feels warm and wet around your member, her tongue swirling around the tip as she takes you deeper into her throat. You can feel her lips stretching around you, her soft moans of pleasure sending vibrations through your body. Morrigan, still kneeling at your side, continues to massage your thighs, her touch becoming more confident as she watches Josephine's skilled technique.

You close your eyes, savoring the sensations, as Josephine's head bobs up and down in your lap. You can feel the tension building in your body, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you approach the brink of release.

You feel a soft lick on your balls, causing you to jump slightly in your seat. You look down to see Morrigan's tongue darting out, her yellow eyes looking up at you with a mischievous glint. You can't help but let out a low chuckle, your hand reaching down to tangle in her hair as she continues to pleasure you.

Josephine, not wanting to be outdone, redoubles her efforts, her head bobbing up and down in your lap as she takes you deeper into her throat. You can feel her lips stretching around you, her moans of pleasure sending vibrations through your body.

You feel your body tensing up, the pleasure building up to a climax. You pull them out, then yank on the chains attached to the golden collars of Josephine and Morrigan, pulling them closer to you. They both open their mouths and take turns sucking on the tip of your cock, their tongues swirling around it in unison. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but let out a deep groan of satisfaction as you reach your peak.

Josephine and Morrigan continue to suck and lick your cock, even as you begin to soften. They both look up at you, their eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and submission.

As the last remnants of your pleasure dissipate, you release your grip on the chains, allowing Josephine and Morrigan to sit back on their heels. They both look up at you, their faces flushed, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and submission. Josephine's lips are swollen, her purple lipstick smeared, while Morrigan's yellow eyes seem to burn with an inner fire.

You lean back in the Blowjob Throne, feeling the familiar surge of power and control that comes with sitting on this ancient relic. You gaze down at Josephine and Morrigan, your eyes lingering on their faces, their bodies.

As you gaze down at Josephine and Morrigan, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and dominance. The Blowjob Throne seems to hum with power, its ancient magic coursing through your veins. You reach out a hand, your fingers trailing over Josephine's dusky skin, tracing the curves of her face. She looks up at you, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of submission and adoration.

Morrigan, on the other hand, seems more reserved, her yellow eyes watching you with a calculating intensity. You can sense the power of the Well of Sorrow still resonating within her, a reminder of the bond that ties her to you.

As you gaze down at Josephine and Morrigan, you notice a subtle shift in their demeanor. Josephine's eyes, still gleaming with submission, take on a hint of mischief, while Morrigan's yellow eyes seem to burn with a fierce intensity. Without a word, they begin to roleplay, their bodies language and tone of voice changing to entice you.

Josephine's shoulders slump, her head bowed in a gesture of **** submission. She speaks in a low, husky tone, her words dripping with feigned ****. "Master, I don't want to, but I have ****. You've bound me to your will, and I must obey."

Morrigan's eyes flash with a fierce intensity as she responds to Josephine's words, her voice low and husky. "Yes, Master, we have **** but to obey. We are bound to your will, body and soul." She pauses, her gaze locked on yours, as she continues. "But perhaps, Master, you would be so kind as to tell us what it is that you desire of us. What is it that we must do to please you?"

As Morrigan speaks, Josephine's eyes never leave yours, her gaze burning with a mixture of submission and desire. She takes a step closer, her golden thong glinting in the light, as she awaits your response.

You gaze down at Josephine and Morrigan, your eyes filled with desire as you take in their half-naked forms. "I want to see more," you command, your voice thick with lust.

Josephine's eyes light up at your words, and she quickly reaches behind her back to unclasp her top. The fabric falls away, revealing her firm, round breasts, her nipples already hard with anticipation. Morrigan, too, follows suit, her own top falling away to reveal her perky, pale breasts.

As Josephine's top falls away, her dusky skin glistens in the light, her firm breasts swaying slightly as she moves. Morrigan's pale skin provides a striking contrast, her perky breasts standing at attention as she gazes up at you with an air of quiet confidence. You can't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight of their naked torsos, your eyes lingering on the curves of their bodies.

Your gaze drifts down to Josephine's golden thong, the delicate fabric glinting in the light as she shifts her weight onto one leg. The movement causes her thong to ride up slightly, revealing a hint of her dusky skin

As Josephine and Morrigan stand before you, their tops discarded and their breasts on display, you feel a surge of desire coursing through you. Their submissive demeanor and willingness to please fuel your sense of power and control. You watch as Josephine tentatively reaches out a hand, trailing her fingers along the front of your robe, her touch feather-light.

"M-master, may we... pleasure you further?" Josephine's voice quivers with anticipation as she looks up at you through thick lashes, her eyes filled with a mix of obedience and desire.

The fabric of your robe rustles softly under her touch, sending a shiver down your spine. Morrigan, not one to be outdone, steps closer, her confident demeanor unwavering. Her pale breasts rise and fall with each breath, a stark contrast to Josephine's dusky skin and firm curves.

You feel a surge of power as the two women stand before you, ready to fulfill your desires. Morrigan's eyes meet yours, her gaze unwavering and filled with a sense of challenge.

You feel a surge of power as the two women stand before you, ready to fulfill your desires.

With a commanding voice, you order them to continue, eager to indulge in the pleasures they offer.

Morrigan, sensing your desire, moves closer, her hand trailing along your thigh before reaching for the tie of your robe. With a swift motion, she unties the fabric, exposing your flabby, naked body to their hungry gaze. Josephine's eyes widen with a mix of awe and arousal as she takes in your form, her hands trembling with anticipation.

As Josephine's hands tremble with anticipation, you lean back on the Blowjob Throne, reveling in the power and control you hold over these two women. Morrigan, sensing your desire, moves closer, her yellow eyes locked on yours with a mixture of challenge and submission. She trails her hand along your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine, before deftly removing the robe that covers your flabby, naked body.

The fabric falls away, exposing your corpulent form to their hungry gazes. Josephine's eyes widen with a mix of awe and arousal, her dusky skin glowing in the soft light of the chamber.

Josephine's eyes never leave yours, her gaze burning with a mixture of desire and submission. Her breath quickens, and her nipples harden further, as if anticipating the pleasure that is to come. You feel a surge of power and satisfaction at the sight of them, their bodies on display, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of adoration and fear.

Morrigan's hands move with a slow, deliberate precision, as if savoring the moment. You feel a thrill of excitement as you take in their reactions, your gaze lingering on their half-naked forms.

Two pairs of breast envelopes your cock. The two women start to thrust it between them, you enjoy the sensation.

As the two women pleasure you, you feel a surge of power and satisfaction, your mind racing with the possibilities of what you can make them do next. You look at Morrigan, her yellow eyes meeting yours, a mixture of challenge and submission in her gaze. You can see the power dynamic at play, and you revel in it.

Josephine, on the other hand, is a natural submissive, her eyes wide with adoration and fear as she takes in your flabby, naked form. She is a skilled diplomat, but in this moment, she is nothing more than a servant to your desires.

Sensing your real desire, Morrigan gets on her hands and knees. As you pull the chain, Morrigan's back arches, and her ass rises higher in the air, her black hair spilling out of her bun like a waterfall of night. Josephine's eyes gleam with excitement, her dusky skin glowing with a warm, golden light. She whispers in your ear, her breath hot and sweet, "Tame the savage witch, my lord." Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel a surge of power and desire. You spank hard Morrigan's ass, while at the same time you pound her pussy.

Morrigan's yellow eyes flash with a mixture of defiance and submission, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she spreads her legs wider, her pale skin glowing in the soft light of the chamber.

Josephine's hand continues to stroke your cock, her grip firm and sure as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Her words are like a balm to your ego, and you revel in the power and control you hold over her. Morrigan, on the other hand, remains on her hands and knees, her ass still raised high in the air, red from your spank. Her yellow eyes flash with a mixture of defiance and submission, and you can sense the tension in her body.

"Punish the wicked witch, Inquisitor" Josephine whispers again, her voice husky with desire, her accent sends shivers down your spine.

You get close to climax. You pull harder Morrigan's chain, bringing her face close to your dick. Josephine understand immidiately, but let you gently pull her own chain. You cum on the two women faces.

As the last drops of your seed fall onto their faces, you feel a sense of satisfaction and dominance wash over you. Josephine and Morrigan remain still, their faces smeared with your cum, their eyes cast downward in submission. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and power.

You lean back in the Blowjob Throne, the ancient relic creaking softly beneath your weight. Your gaze lingers on the two women, their bodies still and silent, awaiting your next command.