Offer Vivienne

You gaze at Grand Duke Gaspard, his eyes still fixed on your women, and a sly smile spreads across your face. You snap your fingers, and Vivienne, who was standing a few feet away, immediately turns towards you. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, and she knows exactly what you want. You nod towards Gaspard, and Vivienne's gaze follows yours. She raises an eyebrow, but her expression remains neutral.

"Vivienne, why don't you go keep the Grand Duke company?" you suggest, your voice dripping with innuendo. "I'm sure he's eager to discuss the intricacies of Orlesian politics with someone as... knowledgeable as yourself."

Vivienne's eyes narrow slightly as she processes the subtle command, her gaze lingering on yours for a moment before shifting to Grand Duke Gaspard. She offers a polite smile, her full lips curling upward as she glides towards him with the confident stride of a woman who knows her worth. The white dress hugs her curves perfectly, accentuating her toned physique as she moves.

As Vivienne approaches, Gaspard's eyes light up with interest, his gaze roving over her like a man starved of beauty. He extends a hand, and Vivienne takes it, her dark skin a striking contrast to his pale complexion.

As Vivienne's hand touches Gaspard's, a spark of intrigue ignites in his eyes. He raises her hand to his lips, his gaze never leaving hers, and brushes a gentle kiss against her knuckles. The gesture is a masterful blend of gallantry and subtle dominance, and Vivienne's expression remains impassive, yet her dark eyes gleam with a hint of curiosity.

"You are as lovely as ever, Vivienne," Gaspard says, his voice low and smooth, like fine silk. "I see the Inquisitor has excellent taste in companions."

Vivienne's smile is a subtle, enigmatic curve of her lips.

As Vivienne's smile lingers on her lips, she inclines her head slightly, her horned head-dress glinting in the soft light of the Winter Palace's chandeliers. Gaspard's eyes never leave hers, his gaze burning with a mixture of curiosity and desire. He takes a step closer, his hand still holding hers, and Vivienne's dark eyes seem to gleam with a hint of amusement.

The air around them is heavy with tension, the silence between them palpable. Josephine, still kneeling at your feet, her lips wrapped around your cock, pauses for a moment, her eyes flicking towards the scene unfolding before her.

Vivienne, still holding Gaspard's gaze, gracefully curtsies before him. "It is an honor to be in your presence, Grand Duke," she says, her voice dripping with a practiced sweetness. Gaspard, taken aback by her poise and confidence, nods in return. "The pleasure is all mine, Vivienne," he replies, his eyes still lingering on her.

As Vivienne's curtsy ends, she rises with a fluid motion, her dark eyes never leaving Gaspard's face. She takes a step closer, her white dress rustling softly, and her horned head-dress glints in the light of the chandeliers. Gaspard's eyes, still burning with desire, follow her every move, his gaze drinking in the sight of her.

Without a word, Vivienne reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from Gaspard's forehead, her fingers grazing his skin. The touch sends a shiver down his spine, and his eyes flash with excitement. He takes a step closer, his body language screaming his desire for her.

Vivienne's hand lingers on Gaspard's forehead for a moment longer, her dark eyes never leaving his face. Gaspard's gaze is locked onto hers, his breath hitching as her fingers gently touch his skin. The tension between them is palpable, and you can feel the power of the Blowjob Throne pulsing beneath you, feeding off of the desire and lust in the room.

"I'm glad you approve, Grand Duke," Vivienne says, her voice dripping with a practiced sweetness. She takes a step back, her white dress rustling softly as she moves.

As Vivienne takes a step back, Gaspard's gaze follows her every move, his eyes still burning with desire. He reaches out and gently takes her hand, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. Vivienne's expression remains impassive, but her dark eyes gleam with a hint of amusement.

"Grand Duke Gaspard," Vivienne says, her voice dripping with a practiced sweetness. "I am here to serve the Inquisition, and you as well, of course."

Vivienne, with a sly smile, slowly unbuttons Gaspard's trousers, her fingers brushing against the fabric. Gaspard's breath hitches as she does so, his eyes never leaving hers. With a deft motion, Vivienne pulls Gaspard's erect member out, her dark eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement.

She pushes it into her cleavage. She starts thrusting Gaspard's dick between her breasts.

Vivienne continues to thrust Gaspard's dick between her breasts, her dark eyes never leaving his face. Gaspard's breath is coming in short, sharp gasps as she does so, his eyes glazed with pleasure. The tension in the room is palpable, and you can feel the power of the Blowjob Throne pulsing beneath you, feeding off of the desire and lust in the room.

Josephine, still kneeling at your feet, resumes her previous actions, her lips wrapped around your cock as she takes you deeper into her mouth.

As Vivienne continues to thrust Gaspard's dick between her breasts, her dark eyes never leaving his face, you, the Herald of Andraste, continue to sit upon the Blowjob Throne, taking in the scene before you. You watch as Gaspard's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

You can feel the power of the Blowjob Throne pulsing beneath you, feeding off of the desire and lust in the room.

Gaspard, driven by his desire, lays Vivienne down on the floor, her diamond-like heels resting on his shoulders.

As Gaspard's body begins to tense, his eyes locked onto Vivienne's, he suddenly surprises her by pulling out of her breasts and positioning himself to thrust into her asshole. Vivienne's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't resist, her body relaxing to accommodate the Duke's sudden change in desire. Gaspard's hands grasp her hips, holding her in place as he slowly begins to push into her tight asshole.

Vivienne's face contorts in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her dark eyes flashing with a hint of excitement. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she tries to relax her muscles to accept the Duke's invasion.

Gaspard's thrusts become more urgent, his hips slamming into Vivienne's with a **** that sends shivers down her spine. She lets out a low moan, her dark eyes fluttering closed as she feels the Duke's member filling her up.

Gaspard's rhythm grows erratic, his fingers digging into Vivienne's hips as he buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. Hot seed pulses into her bowels, his release marked by the shuddering collapse of his muscular frame against her back. Vivienne's painted lips part in a silent gasp, her manicured nails scraping the marble floor as the throne's composure-forcing magic wars with the violation of her body. You snap your fingers, and Josephine obediently lifts her head—strands of saliva still connecting her lips to your glistening cock—to catch the dripping spend that trails down Vivienne's inner thigh when Gaspard withdraws.

Josephine's practiced tongue laps at the glistening trails with saccharine obedience, her amber eyes upturned to gauge your approval even as Gaspard's spend drips onto her silk hand. You grunt approval, watching the rivulets pool in the crevice of Vivienne's trembling buttocks - proof of conquest, but insufficient for the ritual's exacting demands.

With a dismissive wave, you command Vivienne to remain sprawled beneath Gaspard's bulk - her horned headdress askew and white dress rucked up around her waist - as you rise from the pulsating throne. Josephine scrambles to her feet, lips still glistening, as you adjust your robes over your half-hardened cock. "Entertain our guest until dawn," you growl at Vivienne, watching her dark thighs tremble around Gaspard's renewed erection before turning toward the gilded doors. The palace corridors stretch before you like a banquet table, every flickering sconce illuminating Josephine's dutiful stride beside you.