Offer Josephine

As Josephine's lips envelop your cock, her muffled protests vibrating against your shaft, you lock eyes with Gaspard. "Perhaps a sample would ease your curiosity," you growl, fingers tightening in her braided bun. With brutal thrusts that smear her purple lipstick across your groin, you **** her face toward the duke's crotch. "Show our guest Antivan hospitality." Josephine whimpers as the throne's magic compels her tongue to trace the outline of Gaspard's swelling bulge through his breeches, her golden scarf slipping to reveal breasts jiggling beneath the absurdly short top. The duke's approving chuckle mingles with the wet sounds of her enforced service - your power displayed through her degradation.

Gaspard's breath hitches as Josephine's magic-compelled tongue works his laces open, her muffled whimpers drowned by the crowd's murmurs. You lean back on the throne, idly fondling Leliana's exposed nipples as your spymaster kneels beside the dais - her chantry robes hiked up to reveal the plug you'd **** into her ass that morning. "The Antivan tongue works wonders, does it not?" you mock, spreading Josephine's thighs wide enough for the assembly to see her glistening thong.

Gaspard's calloused hands fist Josephine's hair as she chokes on his girth, her throat bulging obscenely while the throne's enchantment forces her head into relentless bobbing. "Marvelous!" he grunts, hips pistoning to meet her magic-bound mouth. Meanwhile, Leliana uses her silky fingers to give you an handjob.

With a snap of your fingers, the throne's magic forces Josephine's mouth off Gaspard's cock, her breasts spilling from the gold-embroidered top as you command her to "demonstrate Antivan generosity properly." Tears streak her makeup when the enchantment presses her jiggling tits around the duke's shaft, her choked sobs harmonizing with the wet slap of flesh. Leliana's practiced fingers work your throbbing cock beneath her chantry robes, her whispered prayers to Andraste turning to breathless moans as you **** her head between your spread thighs.

The throne's magic arches Josephine's back painfully as you command her to straddle Gaspard's lap, her golden thong snapping when his rough hands spread her cheeks. "Let the court see where true power resides," you sneer, forcing Leliana to lick clean the strands of saliva connecting Josephine's bruised lips to the duke's cock. Nobles press closer, their champagne flutes trembling as Josephine's screams echo through the hall - her body impaled on Gaspard's thrusts while the enchanted throne makes her buck wildly against him.

The throne's enchantment twists Josephine's hips into a lewd grind against Gaspard's lap, her golden heels digging into the marble as her body betrays her with shuddering climaxes. You smirk at the dark streaks of running mascara when she tries to resist, your hand forcing Leliana's face deeper into your crotch until her chantry vows emerge as gagged, wet noises. "Observe how our ambassador seals alliances," you announce to the crowd, magically compelling her to scream praises of the Inquisition between Gaspard's brutal thrusts.

The throne's magic contorts Josephine's body into a lewd tableau, her golden thong tearing as Gaspard's fingers breach her from behind while her mouth remains magically sealed around his cock.

Gaspard's roar shakes the chandeliers as he rams Josephine's face to the root, her throat convulsing around his pulsing cock while the throne's magic seals her lips tight. You watch thick veins throb along his shaft moments before hot seed floods her gullet, her tear-streaked cheeks bulging obscenely as he pumps load after load into her magically constrained mouth. Simultaneously, you bury yourself to the hilt in Leliana's dripping cunt, the spymaster's choked prayers transforming into muffled screams as your corrupt bulk pins her against the throne's armrest.

As the last spasms of Gaspard's pleasure subside, the throne's magic releases its hold on Josephine, allowing her to collapse onto the cold marble floor. Her body trembles, a mix of exhaustion and fear, as she struggles to catch her breath. The room is silent now, the weight of what has transpired hanging heavy in the air.

As the last spasms of Gaspard's pleasure subside, the throne's magic releases its hold on Josephine, allowing her to collapse onto the cold marble floor. Her body trembles, a mix of exhaustion and fear, as she struggles to catch her breath. The room is silent now, the weight of what has transpired hanging heavy in the air.

Without further ado, Josephine gets back to her feet and sit once again on your lap, while Leliana lays on your side. Gaspard stares at Josie with lust, but you shatter his desires "That was a taste, duke, a generosity. Lady Montilyet is to be my date to the ball. Now, I'm sure some servant will help you out during the party. Enjoy your evening."

You leave him, speachless and snarling his teeth, holding the two beauties at your sides. It was good to be the Inquisitor.