Leliana has a plan

As the women kneel before him, Grand Duke Gaspard's eyes gleam with triumph, his gaze sweeping over the room as if to savor the moment. Leliana, still gagged and bound, catches his attention, and he raises an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by her eagerness. Despite the gag, she manages to convey a sense of enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and complicity.

Gaspard's gaze lingers on Leliana for a moment before he nods to one of the elven servants, who hastens to release her from her bonds.

As the elven servant releases Leliana from her bonds, she stretches her arms and legs, her movements fluid and deliberate. She flashes a mischievous grin at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement, before turning her attention to Grand Duke Gaspard. She approaches him with a confident stride, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor.

Gaspard's gaze lingers on Leliana's face, his expression unreadable. He raises a hand, and Leliana halts before him, her eyes locked on his. The air is thick with tension as Gaspard's fingers brush against Leliana's cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

As Gaspard's fingers brush against Leliana's cheek, she leans into his touch, her body swaying towards him. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the edge of his jawline, her movements slow and deliberate. The air is thick with tension, the weight of the moment heavy on everyone's shoulders.

Suddenly, Leliana's fingers move, tracing a path down Gaspard's chest, her movements smooth and deliberate. She reaches for the laces of his doublet, her fingers working quickly to undo them. The doublet falls open, revealing his bare chest underneath.

He moves, sitting on the throne. He then points the floor with a finger. Leliana complies, getting on her hands and knees.

As Leliana moves closer to the throne on her hands and knees, her seductive movements seem to hypnotize the entire room. Her stiletto heels click softly on the marble floor, and her purple stockings seem to glow in the dim light of the throne room. Her corseted breasts sway gently with each movement, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

Grand Duke Gaspard's eyes are fixed on Leliana, his gaze burning with intensity as he watches her approach. He seems to be savoring the moment, his expression a mixture of triumph and desire. His fingers drum a slow rhythm on the armrest of the throne, as if he's eager to get started.

As Leliana's face draws closer to Grand Duke Gaspard's groin, her eyes never leave his, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips, and Gaspard's eyes seem to gleam with anticipation. The air is heavy with tension, the only sound the soft rustle of Leliana's stockings as she moves.

Gaspard's fingers brush against Leliana's hair, his touch gentle, yet possessive. He seems to be savoring the moment, his gaze drinking in the sight of Leliana's submissive posture.

As Leliana's lips made contact with Gaspard's groin, the room held its breath, the air thick with anticipation. Her head moved slowly, each motion deliberate, her red hair cascading like a fiery halo. Gaspard's eyes narrowed, his expression a mix of pleasure and dominance, as he watched her every move. The sound of her muffled gasps echoed through the chamber, mingling with the rustle of her stockings against the marble floor.

Leliana's lips parted, her tongue swirling in practiced circles around the burgeoning bulge beneath Gaspard's breeches as her fingers deftly worked his belt loose. The rasp of leather sliding free sliced through the throne room's heavy silence, every noble's rapt attention locked on the redhead's obscene ministrations. You felt the Throne's compulsion clawing at your mind like a rabid animal - sweat beaded on your brow as you fought to maintain a sliver of autonomy, your gaze darting to where Josephine knelt motionless, golden collar glinting as her vacant eyes stared unblinking at Gaspard's spreading thighs.

The metallic clink of Gaspard's belt hitting marble rang out as Leliana's teeth dragged across silk-clad flesh, her painted lips stretching into a wicked smile around the growing outline of his cock. You watched helplessly as the spymaster's throat worked in practiced motions, her tongue pressing obscene shapes against the fabric while one hand slid beneath her corset. Gaspard's knuckles whitened on the throne's armrests, his head lolling back as tendrils of violet energy began coiling around Leliana's garter straps - the Throne's magic responding to her feigned submission.

Gaspard's hips jerked forward as Leliana's teeth grazed the crown of his cock through damp silk, her throat vibrating with a wanton moan that sent shivers through the assembled nobility. The Throne's violet tendrils snaked beneath her corset, squeezing her breasts until pearlescent droplets beaded on stiffened nipples. You tasted copper where your molars ground together, the Throne's compression around your skull tightening as Josephine's collar began glowing - her plush lips parting in a silent gasp while Gaspard's free hand fisted in Leliana's hair.

The Grand Duke's cock sprang free with a wet snap, glistening strands of saliva webbing between Leliana's smirking lips and his throbbing length. Violet energy crackled along her garter straps as she took him deep in one fluid motion, her nose pressing into coarse pubic hair reeking of bergamot and power. You felt the Throne's compression fracture your concentration when Josephine's collar flared crimson - her back arching violently as phantom fingers yanked her golden thong aside, revealing glistening folds that mirrored Leliana's obscene rhythm.

Just as Gaspard's hips began stuttering towards release, Leliana's eyes snapped open - blue irises burning with stolen magic. Her throat constricted around his cock in a perverse parody of swallowing, the Throne's energy reversing flow through their carnal connection. You felt the compulsion shatter like glass as she wrenched control from Gaspard's grasp, her muffled scream of triumph vibrating along his shaft while Josephine's reached another orgasm breaking the Duke's influence.

Leliana pull Gaspard away from the Throne, while you order your soldiers to arrest him. You sit on the throne, were you belong.