Make Josephine dance for you

As Josephine finished speaking, she couldn't help but glance down at the revealing outfit in her hands, her face still flushed with embarrassment. You let out a chuckle, the sound rumbling deep within your chest.

"Before we attend the Empress's ball, I think it would be fitting for you to... demonstrate your commitment to the Inquisition," you say, a sly grin spreading across your face. "Dance for me, Josephine. Show me what you're working with."

Josephine's eyes widen in horror, but she knows better than to refuse a direct order from the Inquisitor.

You wait for her in your throne room, the Blowjob Throne creaking softly as you shift your considerable weight. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and the faint tang of corruption. You steeple your fingers together, a sly grin spreading across your face as you watch Josephine's eyes dart towards the revealing outfit she is wearing.

She stands before you, her dusky skin flushed with embarrassment, her shining black hair seeming to absorb the dim light of the throne room. The braided bun at the back of her head seems to be the only thing that's still tidy about her, the rest of her demeanor radiating discomfort.

With a subtle nod, you signal to the musicians stationed in the corner of the throne room. The soft strains of a lute and the mournful sigh of a flute fill the air, the melody weaving a sensual spell that seems to wrap itself around Josephine's slender form. As the music washes over her, you notice a subtle shift in her demeanor, her shoulders relaxing, her eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence.

The Blowjob Throne, sensing her hesitation, begins to exert its influence, its dark magic seeping into Josephine's veins like a slow-acting poison.

As the music swirls around her, Josephine's eyes seem to glaze over, her pupils dilating as she succumbs to the sensual rhythm. Her dusky skin appears to glow in the dim light of the throne room, and her shining black hair seems to ripple with a life of its own as she begins to move. Her hips sway, her arms undulating like a serpent as she starts to dance.

The golden thong you presented to her earlier glints in the faint light, drawing attention to the gentle curves of her buttocks as she moves.

Josephine's movements become more fluid, her body swaying and undulating to the music like a willow tree in the wind. She uses the white, silken scarf to accentuate her movements, twirling it around her fingers and letting it brush against her dusky skin. The golden thong and the embroidered top, already revealing, seem to disappear from sight as she moves, her body taking center stage.

You watch her intently, your eyes following the curve of her hips, the graceful arch of her back, the way her arms move in perfect harmony with the music.

As Josephine's dance reaches its crescendo, you lean forward, your considerable weight creaking the Blowjob Throne in protest. Your eyes are fixed on her, drinking in the sight of her dusky skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, her shining black hair rippling like a waterfall down her back as she unmake her bun. The golden thong and embroidered top seem to shimmer in the dim light, accentuating the curves of her body as she moves.

Your hands, thick and stubby, reach out, grasping for her waist. You pull her closer, your fingers wrapping around her like a vice, drawing her into the shadow of the Blowjob Throne.

As your fingers wrap around Josephine's waist, she slows her dance, her movements becoming more sensual, more deliberate. Her eyes lock onto yours, a spark of defiance igniting within their depths. She knows what you want, and she's determined to make you wait.

With a slow, deliberate smile, Josephine reaches up, her fingers brushing against the embroidered top. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes never leaving yours, before her hands move to the ties that hold the garment in place. The laces seem to shimmer in the dim light as she slowly begins to untie them, the sound of the lute and flute swirling around her like a living thing.

Josephine's fingers tremble as she finishes untying the laces of her top. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulls the garment aside, revealing the rings pierced on her nipples. The sight of her piercings sends a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins, your grip on her waist tightening as you pull her closer.

"Very good, Josephine," you say, your voice low and husky. "You're learning to be a good little slut for the Inquisition."

Josephine's eyes narrow at your words, but she doesn't protest.

As Josephine's eyes lock onto yours, a spark of defiance ignites within their depths, she reaches up, her fingers brushing against the rings pierced on her nipples. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulls the rings, her dusky skin puckering slightly as the metal tugs against her skin. The sound of the lute and flute swirls around her, the music seeming to pulse in time with the gentle tug of the rings.

Your grip on her waist tightens, your fingers digging into her skin as you pull her closer. Your eyes are fixed on the rings, watching as they seem to dance in the dim light, the metal glinting like tiny stars.

You press her by the shoulders, making her kneel between your legs. Josephine's eyes never leave yours, even as she lowers herself to her knees. She knows what it means to be the Inquisitor's whore, and she's determined to make the best of it. She can feel the heat of your body radiating through the fabric of your robes, the scent of sweat and musk filling her nostrils.

Your hands move from her waist to her face, your fingers tracing the curve of her cheekbones, the arch of her eyebrows, the line of her jaw.

Your fingers continue to trace the curves of Josephine's face, your eyes locked onto hers as you savor the moment. The music has stopped, the only sound the soft rustle of the Blowjob Throne's dark magic as it weaves its spell around you. You can feel its power coursing through you, urging you on as you gaze at Josephine's kneeling form.

Your hands move from her face to the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you gently pull her closer. Josephine's eyes never leave yours, a spark of defiance still burning within their depths, but she doesn't resist as you guide her towards your lap.

You feel a shiver of excitement as Josephine's lips brush against the tip of your cock. You can see the glint of defiance in her eyes, but you also see the desire, the hunger. She wants this, just as much as you do.

Josephine's lips part, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of your cock. She wraps her lips around you, her mouth hot and wet as she begins to suck. You let out a low moan, your fingers tightening in her hair as you guide her head back and forth.

As Josephine's lips and tongue work in tandem, you feel your body begin to shudder, your breath catching in your throat. Your fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her head back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The Blowjob Throne seems to hum with dark energy, its power coursing through you like a river of fire.

Your eyes lock onto Josephine's, watching as her gaze never wavers, her pupils dilating with a mixture of desire and defiance. You can see the tension in her body, the way her muscles flex and release as she works to bring you to the brink of orgasm.

Your grip on her hair tightens, pulling her away from your lap. "Stand up, Josephine," you command, your voice firm and authoritative. Josephine hesitates for a moment, her eyes locked onto yours, before she slowly rises to her feet.

Your eyes rake over her body, taking in the sight of her standing before you in nothing but her golden thong. You can see the flush of arousal on her cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath.

Your hands move to the ties on her thong, your fingers deftly untying the knot.

Your fingers deftly untie the knot on Josephine's golden thong, letting it fall to the ground. She stands before you, completely naked, her dusky skin glistening with sweat. You can see the defiance in her eyes, but also the desire, the hunger.

You stand up from the Blowjob Throne, your robe falling open to reveal your naked body. Your cock is hard and ready, and you can't wait any longer. You take a step towards Josephine, your hands reaching out to grab her waist.

You pull her close, your lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

Your hands move to her hips, pulling her closer as you feel her body press against yours. You can feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her curves, the firmness of her muscles. You can't help but feel a surge of desire as she begins to grind against you, her movements matching the rhythm of her dance.

Josephine's hands move to your shoulders, her fingers digging into your flesh as she moans into your mouth. You can feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

As your lips devour Josephine's, your hands slide down her back, cupping her buttocks and pulling her closer. Her body molds to yours, her curves fitting perfectly against your bulk. You can feel the heat emanating from her skin, the sweat slicked flesh burning with an inner fire. Your fingers dig deeper, kneading her flesh as you grind against her.

Josephine's moans grow louder, her body trembling with each passing moment. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, her fingers digging deep into your flesh as she tries to pull you closer. You can feel her desire, her hunger, and it only serves to fuel your own.

As your lips continue to devour Josephine's, you feel your body urging you to take her, to claim her as your own. You lift her up, her legs wrapping around your waist as you hold her against the throne. Your cock presses against her entrance, and with a swift motion, you thrust into her, feeling her warmth envelop you.

Josephine's eyes widen, her mouth opening in a silent scream as you fill her completely. You hold her there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tightness around you. Then, you begin to move, your hips pumping in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

As you pump into her, Josephine's body begins to move in time with yours, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm. She fucks you, reproducing the moves of her dance, her body undulating like a snake as she wraps her legs tighter around your waist. Her hands move to your shoulders, her fingers digging deep into your flesh as she pulls you closer, her mouth meeting yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Your lips devour hers, your tongues tangling together as you feel her body begin to tremble. Her muscles contract around you, squeezing your cock as she moans into your mouth. You can feel her desire, her hunger, and it only serves to fuel your own.

You continue to thrust into Josephine, your bodies slapping together in a rhythmic, primal dance. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. Josephine's legs are still wrapped around your waist, her ankles locked behind your back. She's moaning loudly, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

You can feel your climax building, your balls tightening as your cock swells inside her. You know you're close, and from the way Josephine's body is trembling, you can tell she is too.

You lean in, your lips finding hers again as you kiss her deeply.

Your lips still locked onto Josephine's, you feel your body tense, your muscles contracting as you reach the peak of your climax. You thrust into her one final time, your cock pulsating as you release a torrent of cum deep within her. Josephine's eyes widen, her pupils dilating as she feels your warm seed filling her.

As you cum, your body shudders, your hips jerking spasmodically as you empty yourself into Josephine. Your lips never leave hers, your tongues still tangled together as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Josephine's body trembles, her muscles contracting around your cock as she feels your cum filling her.

You continue to kiss Josephine, your hands gripping her hips as you feel your bodies move in perfect harmony. Your thrusts become more urgent, your cock driving deeper into her with each stroke. Josephine's moans grow louder, her body trembling as she reaches her climax. Her muscles contract around you, her body shaking as she feels the waves of pleasure wash over her.

You can feel her orgasm coming, her muscles tightening around your cock as she cries out in ecstasy.

As you pull out of Josephine, a satisfied smile spreads across your face. You're happy with your choice of date for the Empress's ball, and the Blowjob Throne's dark magic has certainly made the evening more... enjoyable. You gaze down at Josephine, her dusky skin glistening with sweat, her shining black hair disheveled from your passionate encounter. Her eyes, still cloudy with desire, meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of defiance, a spark of resistance that only serves to fuel your own desire for control.