Invite Yvette for a "private talk" in the Herald's Rest

The next morning, you summon Yvette to the throne room, the Blowjob Throne's aura humming with latent power. Josephine stands at your right in her scandalous silks, lipstick smeared from last night's "negotiations," while Leliana lurks in shadowed elegance to your left, chainmail clinging to lethal curves. When Yvette enters—a younger, more voluptuous version of Josephine with golden Antivan skin spilling from her plunging neckline—you start with the usual formalities.

"Lady Yvette," you purr, fingers drumming the throne's armrests carved like parted lips. The air thickens with magic as the relic's compulsion wraps around her like invisible silk. Her chest heaves against gold-embroidered bodice laces straining to contain twin moons of flesh, a Montilyet trait both sisters share.

"It's an honor, Inquisitor." She says "But I don't understand your invite. Surely you need to focus on more important matters, than some minor nobles problem."

"Josephine told me her family needed help. And I am happy to oblige. Come with me."

You bring her for a drink at the Herald's Rest, Leliana and Josie behind you. The tavern is empty, if not for most of your male companions: Cullen, Varric, Cole, Iron Bull and Blackwall.

Naked.

Her face is stunned. "What is the meaning of this, Inquisitor?"

"Josie told me you are a bit of a prude. But that is not useful for dealing with the Lodge. I just want to give you a little push, and you are gonna enjoy it. Don't worry too much. Josie and Leliana can help you if you are tired. Now, please, have fun."

The Throne influence started to affect her since she entered. By the time you finished talking, her pussy is soaking wet.

Yvette's breath hitches as her gaze sweeps across the muscular forms before her, a whimper escaping her painted lips. Cullen steps forward with templar precision, calloused hands sliding beneath her embroidered bodice to peel the fabric from her trembling shoulders. "Such soft skin for a noble," he murmurs against her ear as Varric's clever fingers make quick work of her skirt ties, the dwarf's chuckle rumbling against her thigh when her lace panties flutter to the tavern floor.

Iron Bull's massive hands engulf her waist from behind, lifting her effortlessly as Blackwall's bearded mouth finds her nipple. "Such pretty noises," the Grey Warden growls, teeth grazing her areola while Varric spreads her thighs wide. Cole materializes beside them, his pale fingers tracing the wetness between her legs. "It's okay," the spirit-boy whispers, tilting his head. "You wanted to say yes even before the throne sang its song."

Yvette's scream of protest melts into a moan as Cullen's cock breaches her lips, her body arching between Bull's relentless grip and Blackwall's suckling mouth.

Josephine watches with a practiced smile, her coral-painted nails digging crescent moons into her palms as her sister's muffled cries mingle with the wet slap of flesh. Leliana's chainmail clinks softly when she shifts, blue eyes tracking every thrust and shudder—not as observer, but as architect. You lean back, fingers idly toying with Josephine's bejeweled nipple chain while Yvette's body becomes a feast. Iron Bull's qunari cock stretches her ass wide, each brutal push forward met by Varric's thick fingers pistoning into her drooling cunt.

The Inquisitor's hand slips from Josephine's nipple chain to palm his thickening cock through silk trousers, watching Yvette's breasts jiggle with each qunari thrust. "Such enthusiasm," he drawls, nodding to Leliana.

Leliana's stiletto heels click against the stone floor as she sinks to her knees, her chainmail robe parting to reveal toned thighs. "Allow me to assist, Your Worship," she murmurs, her hooded gaze locking with yours as coral lips envelop your cock with practiced ease. You groan, fingers twisting in Josephine's nipple chain until her gasp harmonizes with her sister's choked moans. The ambassador's breasts spill from their golden confines as you knead the soft flesh, each tug on her piercings making her whimper into your ear.

Josephine's breath hitches as you tighten your grip on her nipple chain, her body arching against yours while Leliana's tongue swirls around your cockhead.

Yvette's body convulses between the warriors, her screams muffled around Blackwall's thick cock as Cullen's templar-hardened hips piston into her dripping cunt. Iron Bull's massive qunari length stretches her ass obscenely wide, each thrust making her golden flesh ripple. Varric's calloused hands squeeze her bouncing tits while he strokes himself in time with Cole's ethereal fingers working his own pale shaft. "See?" Cole murmurs, his strange eyes reflecting the tavern's firelight. "The throne's song makes the fear taste like honey."

The Inquisitor's free hand snakes around Josephine's throat, forcing her to watch as Bull's monstrous cock tears a scream from Yvette's ravaged throat. "Your sister makes such pretty music," you rasp against the ambassador's ear, thumb pressing cruelly against her windpipe while Leliana's tongue flicks across your leaking tip. Josephine's coral-painted lips part in a silent scream as you yank her nipple chain downward, the golden links biting into flushed flesh while her sister's body becomes a canvas of bruises and come.

"Magnificent, isn't she?" Leliana purrs, pulling off your shaft with an obscene pop.

Yvette's laughter bubbles up through spit-slick lips, her head thrown back as Cullen's cock slides from her mouth with a lewd gasp. "Yes," she purrs, rolling her hips to take Iron Bull deeper, the stretch of her ass making her shudder with dark delight. Her fingers dig into Varric's chest hair, dragging him closer until his cockhead nudges her swollen clit. "Harder" she commands, the throne's magic thrumming through her veins like lyrium—sweet and addictive. Blackwall's groan vibrates against her nipple as she yanks his hair, forcing him to suck harder.

The Inquisitor's laugh rumbles through Josephine's constricted throat as Leliana's painted lips sink to the root of his cock, her chainmail robe pooling around her knees like liquid silver. "Your family's salvation," he growls, watching Yvette's back arch violently as Varric's fingers find her clit, "lies in her whore's cunt taking every inch we give." Josephine's choked sob becomes a moan when your teeth close around her bejeweled nipple, the golden chain pulling taut as Leliana's throat constricts around your shaft.

Josephine's golden chains clink in discordant rhythm with the wet squelch of Yvette's brutalized holes, her ambassador's composure fracturing as Leliana's throat muscles milk your cock with sacrilegious precision. You release Josephine's bleeding nipple to grip Leliana's hood, forcing her face deeper until her mascara runs in black tears down your shaft. "Watch closely, Josie," you rasp, using her nipple chain to angle her face toward where Yvette's cunt now gapes around Varric's fist. "This is what honor smells like."

Cullen's release comes first, the templar's seed painting Yvette's throat in thick ropes as he withdraws with a guttural roar. Iron Bull follows moments later, his qunari cock pulsing deep in her ass as hot come floods her bowels—the obscene bulge in her abdomen swelling until tears stream down her cheeks. Blackwall spills across her breasts with a curse, his calloused hands smearing the mess over her nipples while Cole watches with head tilted.

"Now the song changes," the spirit-boy whispers, pressing his ethereal cock between Yvette's heaving tits. His turn now, Varric got behind her, thrustin in her asshole.

You sent Josephine to suck Blackwall's cock (she was his favourite woman, after all, and she liked him very much too), while turning Leliana to face the scene, thrusting in her pussy.

Josephine's whimper vibrated against Blackwall's cock as he fisted her elaborate updo, coral lipstick smearing across his girth while her manicured hands scrambled at his hairy thighs. Leliana's chainmail bit into your hips as you hammered into her from behind, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of Yvette taking Varric's dwarven cock in her ruined ass. "S-sing for them, Josie," you grunted, watching Cole's now phisical cock thrusting between Yvette's dusky tits.

Yvette's scream tore through the tavern as Varric's stocky frame buried itself to the hilt, her asshole fluttering around dwarven girth while Cole's translucent length pulsed between her slick tits. "That's it, songbird," Varric grunted, smearing her clit with a thumb calloused from Bianca's triggers, "sing louder for the fucking Chantry." Josephine's muffled gagging syncopated with Blackwall's gruff praise, her lacquered nails leaving red trails down his scarred thighs as the throne's compulsion **** her throat deeper onto his cock.

The Inquisitor's hips stuttered against Leliana's chainmail-clad ass, his release painting her quivering walls as Yvette's ruined holes dripped with the mingled spend of warriors and rogues. "Behold your sister's ascension," he snarled against Josephine's ear, forcing her tear-streaked face to witness Cole's glowing cock erupting between Yvette's bruised tits—the spirit's essence shimmering across her skin like liquid moonlight. Varric's laughter echoed off the tavern beams as he withdrew from Yvette's gaping asshole, dwarven fingers spreading her reddened cheeks to display the oozing proof of her "diplomacy."

You sent Leliana to Iron Bull (He liked redheads), while Blackwall fucks Josie's pussy on a table. You pick up Yvette and do the same to her, in a parallel position to her sister.

"This is so good, Inquisitor. I missed out so much." She says "Ooooh... my future husband doesn't know what expects him."

"You're welcome." You say, pounding her pussy.

Josephine's coral-painted lips stretched around Blackwall's cock as he bent her over the ale-stained table, her jeweled nipple chain clinking against the wood with each brutal thrust. Across the tavern, Leliana's stiletto heels dug into Iron Bull's scarred back as the qunari lifted her chainmail skirt, her choked moans harmonizing with the wet slap of Yvette's cunt taking your girth. "S-sister!" Josephine gasped between Blackwall's punishing strokes, her kohl-streaked eyes widening as you **** Yvette's face into her spread thighs. "Taste your noble blood," you growled, shoving the ambassador's dripping folds against her sister's tongue while Varric's chuckle rumbled beneath the chorus of flesh.

Yvette's muffled whimpers vibrated against Josephine's swollen cunt as you ground the ambassador's thighs around her sister's face, Blackwall's grunts growing ragged behind Josie's trembling form. "Such refined table manners," Varric drawled, palming Yvette's spit-slick asscheeks while Cole's spectral fingers teased her clit - the spirit's cock now fully materialized and glistening with her arousal.

The tavern air thickened with the musk of sweat and sex as Varric's calloused hands spread Yvette's trembling thighs wider, his dwarven cock glistening with her slick while Cole's translucent fingers circled her clit in erratic patterns. "Let's give your sister a proper education," you growled, yanking Josephine's head back by her nipple chain to expose her tear-streaked face. Blackwall's thrusts turned punishing, the table legs screeching across flagstones as Josie's coral lips formed silent prayers between choked gags.

Iron Bull's roar shook the rafters as he slammed Leliana against the tavern wall, her chainmail riding up to reveal the qunari's handprint blooming across her pale ass. "Beg for it, spy," he growled, her stiletto heels scrabbling for purchase against his horns while his cock stretched her taut. Across the room, Josephine's nipple chain snapped as Blackwall bent her backwards over the splintering table, her coral-painted lips forming a perfect 'O' around his thrusting cock.

Josephine's moans caught in her throat as Blackwall's seed flooded her violated cunt, her manicured fingers clawing at the table's edge while Yvette's tongue lapped at their mingled fluids. You grinned against Leliana's sweat-slick neck as Iron Bull's final thrusts shook the wall behind you, the qunari's roar drowning out the wet squelch of Varric taking Yvette's ass anew. Cole's now fully corporeal cock pulsed between the Antivan sisters' bruised breasts, his whispered "the song needs harmony" coaxing twin streams of ethereal come that dripped down their heaving chests in iridescent trails.

Blackwall's calloused hand cradled Josephine's cum-stained face as their lips met in tenderness, his cum leaking down her thighs while Yvette crawled across the sticky floor towards Cullen's neglected cock. "Th-thank you, Your Worship," the younger Montilyet sister purred, her ruined cunt dripping onto the flagstones as she took the commander's length in her jeweled hand. "Eldon will never fill me like this." Cullen's groan mingled with the clatter of Leliana's stilettos against the qunari's horns, her chainmail bunched around Iron Bull's thrusting hips as the tavern walls echoed with the symphony of their corruption.

You smirk, satisfied to have helped Montilyet family once again.