Offer Morrigan

You gaze at Morrigan, who's standing a few feet away, her eyes fixed on you with a mix of defiance and submission. You can sense her ****, but you know she'll obey your commands nonetheless. You turn your attention back to Grand Duke Gaspard, a sly smile spreading across your face.

"Actually, I think I can spare one of my women for the evening," you say, your voice dripping with condescension. "Morrigan, come here."

Morrigan's eyes narrow, but she takes a step forward, her movements fluid and deliberate. She stops in front of you, her gaze locked on yours, and you can sense the tension emanating from her.

"Yes, my lord?" she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Grand Duke Gaspard here would like to borrow you for the evening." You say, your voice dripping with disdain. "You don't mind, do you?"

Morrigan's eyes narrow, but she doesn't say anything.

Morrigan's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and resignation as she processes your words. She knows better than to defy you, especially in public, but you can sense the rebellion simmering just beneath the surface. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the pelted top, and then nods curtly.

"Yes, my lord," she says, her voice dripping with venom.

You smile, enjoying the subtle display of defiance. You gesture to Grand Duke Gaspard, who steps forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Ah, excellent," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "I'll make sure to take good care of her."

You rise from the Blowjob Throne, your movements deliberate and calculated. Your eyes never leave Morrigan's face as you gesture to her. "On your knees, Morrigan," you command, your voice low and husky. Morrigan's eyes flash with defiance, but she knows better than to disobey. She slowly sinks to her knees, her hands planted on the floor beside her.

You take a step closer to her, your eyes roaming over her body. You reach out and grasp the hem of her skirt, pulling it up and over her hips. The sound of fabric tearing fills the air as you rip the skirt from her body, leaving her exposed and ****.

As Morrigan's skirt tears away, Grand Duke Gaspard's eyes widen with excitement, his gaze fixed on her exposed flesh. You start fucking her pussy. "Allow me a sign of good will, Grand Duke." you say "Suck him, Morrigan."

She obeys and removes the duke's pants, putting his dick in her mouth.

As Morrigan's lips wrap around Grand Duke Gaspard's erection, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and control. The sound of her gagging slightly as she takes him deeper into her mouth is music to your ears. You reach out and grasp the golden collar around her neck, giving it a gentle tug as you pull her closer to the duke.

Gaspard's eyes are closed in ecstasy, his hands grasping at Morrigan's hair as he begins to thrust into her mouth. You can see the tension in his body, the way his muscles are straining as he tries to hold back his orgasm.

You continue to thrust into Morrigan's pussy, your movements becoming more urgent as you feel yourself getting closer to climax. You can hear the sound of her muffled moans around Gaspard's cock, her hands gripping his thighs as she struggles to keep up with his pace.

Gaspard's breath is coming in ragged gasps, his hips bucking wildly as he nears his own release. You can feel his cock twitching in Morrigan's mouth, and you know it won't be long now.

As Gaspard's cock twitches in Morrigan's mouth, you can feel your own orgasm building, your thrusts into her pussy becoming more frenzied. You grasp the golden collar around her neck, pulling her closer to the duke as you feel yourself on the brink of release. Morrigan's eyes are closed, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she struggles to keep up with Gaspard's wild thrusts.

Gaspard's hands are clenched in Morrigan's hair, his fingers tangled in the dark locks as he holds her in place. His eyes are still closed, his face twisted in ecstasy as he nears his own climax.

As Gaspard's orgasm finally overtakes him, his body shudders, and he releases a deep, guttural groan. You can feel Morrigan's body tensing as she struggles to swallow his load, her throat working as she fights to keep up with the deluge of semen.

As Gaspard pulls out of Morrigan's mouth, she gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. You can see the frustration and anger in her eyes, but you know she won't dare to disobey you.

With a final, powerful thrust, you feel yourself reaching the peak of pleasure, your body shuddering as you release a deep, guttural groan.

As you finally release your grip on Morrigan's golden collar, she collapses forward, her face pressed against the cold marble floor. Her body trembles with exhaustion, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. You can see the faint marks of your fingers on her skin, a testament to the ferocity of your grip.

Grand Duke Gaspard, still trying to compose himself, takes a step back, his eyes fixed on Morrigan's prone form. A mixture of fascination and disgust plays across his face, but he can't help but be drawn in by the sight of her submission.

You take a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of power and control that comes with wielding the Blowjob Throne.

As you take a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of power and control that comes with wielding the Blowjob Throne, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and triumph. You've just claimed a powerful ally in Grand Duke Gaspard, and you've shown Morrigan, once again, that she is under your control.

You glance over at Gaspard, who is still standing in front of you, his eyes fixed on Morrigan's prone form. "I trust you will keep our little arrangement between us," you say, your voice low and menacing.

You take a moment to compose yourself, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. Your eyes never leave Morrigan's prone form, her body still trembling with exhaustion. You can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and control as you watch her, knowing that she is completely at your mercy.

Grand Duke Gaspard, still standing in front of you, nods his head in agreement. "Of course, my lord. I would never betray your trust." He adjusts his clothing, his eyes still fixed on Morrigan's prone form.

You leave the witch with the Duke, while you and your entourage get inside the palace.