Lady Josephine waits within the carriage.

Dropping your cock, you prepare a spell to hurl at the intruder in your private sanctuary, should they be an enemy. You can't believe you left the Blowjob Throne unattended. That artifact was your life!

Magicking open the carriage door with your other hand, you dash inside, with surprising speed for a man of your size.

"Inquisitor, wait!" A sensuous, Antivan voice cries out. You let out a sigh of relief, and let the spell in your hand dissipate. It's no thief or assassin, merely Josephine Montilyet, sitting in Vivienne's seat.

"You have my apologies, Lady Ambassador." You say. You're not sure you could forgive yourself if you'd jumped the gun and sent a fireball into Josie's lovely face.

"You have mine, Inquisitor. I meant to cause you no nervousness. I thought we might simply discuss something, alone." Josephine said.

"By all means." You smile. Sitting your bare ass down on the Throne, you beckon for Josephine to come kneel before you.

"Lady Vivienne won't mind I'm doing this, will she?" Josephine asked. "I have no desire to antagonize such a formidable woman." Despite her misgivings, the power of the Throne compells the diplomat to rise from her seat, cross the carriage and find her knees between your legs.

"You saw the 'trial' of Rylock and the elf, didn't you?" You remind Josie, as her dainty fingers find your cock. "Besides, Vivienne's my date to the ball, not my wife."

"Indeed, Inquisitor. Not that I ever had you pegged as the type to settle down with a single woman." Josephine says, before laying one long lick across the underside of your shaft.

"Maybe that's just because the most desirable woman at Skyhold is already taken?" You playfully ask, stroking Josephine's dark hair as she goes down on you. "Speaking of which, how are you and Blackwall? You must miss him."

Josie wait's until she must come up for air before taking your cock out of her mouth and answering you.

"You... give me too much credit, Inquisitor." She says demurely, or as demurely as one can say something with pre-cum smeared on their lips. "Blackwall and I are doing splendidly, thank you. As for being away from him, it is not so bad. I'm used to you taking him on your expeditions across Thedas."

For all your words, if you wanted Josephine for yourself, the power of the Blowjob Throne was such that you only had to ask for her. You wouldn't do that to Blackwall, though. You normally didn't buy into the machismo of soldiers, but the two of you had bled on the battlefield together. You were friends, and frankly, you believed the warrior deserved a little happiness. And what could make a man happier than a gorgeous, wealthy Antivan a good deal his junior for a wife?

"If you get too lonely, feel free to come back to this carriage tonight. I'll warn Lady Vivienne not to bite." You smirk. Though for all her politeness and diplomacy, you're sure Josephine could handle most of what the Knight Enchanter could possibly dish out. She had, after all, proven to be quite fierce in negotiations for the Inquisition.

"Perhaps I will." Josephine says, in a non-committal tone, before returning to the task at hand.

"Now, ah, enough small talk." You gasp, as Josephine's tongue once again swirls across your cock. You did love the Lady Ambassador's "small talk" "What did you come here to discuss with me?"

Josie takes her mouth off your crotch and clears her throat. As she begins to speak, her hands find your rod, and stroke it while her lips are otherwise occupied.

"Today's... events have had me thinking. Though you won over most of Orlais' nobles at the Winter Palace, there are a sizeable faction, many of the same families that supported the Templars in the war, that do not truly trust you, due to your magical talents." Josephine explains.

"And I'm supposed to care because?" You ask, with characteristic bluntness.

"The support of those nobles and their men could prove vital to the Inquisition." Josie continues. "When they hear of your judgement today, you will earn some favour. But I fear you turning up to Celene's ball with another mage on your arm will negate that, and then some."

"Many in Thedas see you as a Magister of the south. Your magic and power threaten them." Josephine begins to explain, all the while working your cock in her hands.

"Get to the point." You bid her.

"Very well. I think we may be able to soften that view of you. Bring our Knight-Captain Rylock to the ball, rather than Vivienne. The court will see you as a reasonable man of traditional values, rather than an upstart mage." Josephine explained.

"I will... consider what you say, Josephine." You told her.

"Shall I suck your cock while you weigh it over?" The Antivan asks, as naturally as anything.

"This is why we get on so well, Josie!" You smile.

As she brings her head down once again, you groan in satisfaction. With Lady Josephine giving you head, a few moments pass before you remember what you're to mull over.

With Josephine so skillfully fellating you, deliberations may be quite lengthy...