Might as well try some nobles...

Although making the Throne's effects permanent was an enticing prospect, it seemed foolish to go all the way to Orlais and mouthfuck the Empress, when there was a small chance of being able to accomplish it without even leaving Skyhold. Your time was valuable, and the idea of you being able to flit between Ferelden and Orlais on whims and fancies, was quite frankly, ridiculous.

The Throne required cum that had once adorned the face of a noble. There were two such ladies of noble birth within Skyhold that you would gladly give your cum. When a ritual involved spurting onto the beautiful faces of Josephine Montilyet and Cassandra Pentaghast, it definitely couldn't hurt to try.

You tell Josephine you wish for her to bring you the Seeker. She nods, and departs to fetch Cassandra at once, her gorgeous ass swaying as she walks out of the hall.

Josephine was the scion of a wealthy Antivan family. Cassandra was almost royalty. Well, she was 78th in line to the throne of Nevarra, at least. If neither of these blue-blooded beauties would suffice, you suspected you would have no other choice but to go to the Empress' ball.

As you wait for Josie's return, Morrigan continues to service you. You've shot so many loads in the witch's mouth today, that you would doubt your ability to produce another, were it not for your insatiable virility, or the... scintillating nature of your friend's company.

At your urging, Morrigan slowly and steadily sucks your cock, her talented mouth coaxing you back to an engorged state.

You can't help but chuckle at the irony. You need to save your cum for the noblewomen on their way to you, yet you've got a swamp witch nursing your cock.

Rumours of her boy's parentage aside, you can't think of someone more removed from the noble houses and monarchies of Thedas than your raven-haired cocksleeve. To hear it told, she was born to a nameless crone in some muddy bog in southern Ferelden, notable only for it's role in the Blight.

Thinking about it, you decide such a lowborn slut should be honoured to take your cock. Grabbing her black hair, you thrust your cock up into Morrigan's mouth, plundering more and more of her throat.

The sound of her whorish gagging filling the hall, Morrigan's hands grasp at your thighs, trying to gain a little support in the midst of a sudden and unexpected skullfucking.

"That's it, take it you little cunt..." You groan, slamming the witch's face down on your crotch again and again. You idly wonder if you can shoot your load before Josephine and Cassandra arrive...

"Inquisitor?" A familiar voice dashes your hopes. Josie's returned, bringing the Lady Pentaghast with her.

As you greet Cassandra, you release your grip on Morrigan's hair. With no orders to the contrary, she removes her mouth from your prick, with an audible pop. Gasping for breath, Morrigan leans over your thigh, a mixture of pre-cum and saliva trailing out of her mouth and down the side of your throne.

Cassandra's Seeker abilities offer no protection from the strange, ancient magic of the Blowjob Throne. She stares on at the abused witch passively. You can only imagine how she would react to seeing such a scene without the power of the Throne affecting her. No doubt her reaction would involve pulling a sword on you.

"Cassandra, it's so lovely to see you!" You smile, manually massaging your needy, saliva-soaked cock.

"What is it you wish of me?" The warrior woman asks, drawing close to give your cock a quick peck, your preferred form of greeting.

After the way she coldly shut down your advances as Haven, it's immensely gratifying to have the haughty Nevarran kiss your cock like it's nothing.

"I have a little experiment I need you to take part in. Why don't you kneel, Seeker?" You say casually. A quick glance between your legs would betray your cool attitude. This is one experiment you're immensely excited for.

Cassandra, of course, does as you ask, finding her knees before you. You imagine the devout Andrastian has spent many an hour kneeling, worshipping the Maker and his bride. Worshipping the Herald of Andraste will be a more involved process.

Even on her knees, her face inches away from your eager cock, Cassandra is the very picture of dignity.

The Seeker's regal features are held in a stern look, her eyes moving past your cock, and focusing on your face, awaiting her next order.

Cassandra is a very handsome woman, a few scars on her face highlighting that despite her beauty, she was a warrior first. You imagine she's see a lot of interest from the men of Skyhold, if not for her fierce temper.

Josephine looks on, pretending to scribble something on her clipboard. You've noticed that, depending on the woman servicing you, your ambassador seems more present and interested in your merriment than the courtiers just across the hall from you.

It's sometimes nice to have her as an audience, but right now, you don't want Lady Montilyet observing, you want her participating.

"Josie, why don't you join us?" You ask. With an amiable nod, the diplomat sets down her quill and writing board, and joins Cassandra in kneeling before you.

Seeing the two women side by side, you are struck by the contrast. While both are attractive, Josephine is the picture of feminine beauty.

In her silken dresses and jewels, Josephine looked like a princess from a children's tale. Her dark hair was longer than Cassandra's, and she wore it up in a bun. She picked up a weapon about as often as you did a quill, and her body reflected that. You knew from experience her skin was smooth and flawless from head to toe.

By the closeness with which Josephine brings herself to Cassandra, and the way the Antivan fondly glances at the other woman, you're reminded that it's not just the men of Skyhold who find the Seeker attractive.

Since Cassandra is far less experienced in servicing you than Josie, you ask the Antivan to give her a helping hand. Josephine is, as always, happy to serve.

Taking your cock firmly in one hand, and placing another on the Seeker's head, she guides Cassandra towards your cock. Josephine is more forceful than you would expect, and before you know it, Cassandra is taking your length in her mouth.

"Very good, Lady Seeker." Josie coos, as Cassandra semi-willingly deepthroats you. Gripping the armrests of your thrones, you groan out an affirmation of the Antivan's statement.

As Cassandra works her mouth on your cock, with more skill than you'd expect from such a fearsome ally, Josephine releases her grip on Cass' head. Instead, her hands roam lower, moving over the Nevarran's upper body.

Cassandra slides her mouth to and fro on your pole, her dark eyes boring into you. Eyes that once blazed with anger for your perceived role in the Breach, now full of nothing but a desire to worship the Herald of Andraste.

Having got a good feel of what was underneath, Josephine's hands quickly set about unlacing Cassandra's shirt. Once it's loose enough, she pulls it off, up and over the other woman's head.

You're annoyed at the momentary disruption in Cass' ministrations, but what Josie's exposed makes up for it. Under that armour, the Seeker's been hiding a fit, toned torso, and larger, more shapely tits than you would have expected. They look ideal to cup, or kiss or fuck...

Josephine beats you to the punch. Embracing Cassandra from behind, her hands flit up to her breasts. Cassandra does not seem entirely dismissive of the Ambassador's attentions, as her breasts are eagerly groped and Josephine whispers something into her ear in Antivan. Perhaps it's the power of the throne affecting her, or perhaps Cassandra isn't as straight as rumour had it.

Either way, just watching the two of them go at it has your dick aching for more attention.

"Ahem." You clear you throat. The noblewomen turn their attention from each other back to you. "Don't forget what you're here for. Get back to work."

"Of course, Inquisitor." Josephine nods deferentially, before lowering her head into your lap.

This time, Josephine sees to your shaft. You've experienced her mouth on many occassions, and it's as delightful as she teases your cockhead past those delicate lips as it was the first time.

Cassandra joins the fray. With your cock occupied, she instead turns her attention to your scrotum. You once again clutch the edges of the throne as the normally fierce shieldbearer takes your balls in her mouth.

Cassandra hums, her rich, regal voice vibrating pleasingly all throughout your junk. Meanwhile, Josephine is hard at work, dilligently applying all the blowjob skills you would expect a master negotiator to possess.

With such wonderful treatment from the pair, you know your orgasm is imminent and inevitable. You hold off for as long as possible, wanting to remain with your bits inside the mouths of the blueblooded beauties forever.

Before long, you feel your cock pulsing, and your balls tightening. You know you can't hold out, you're only human, so you push the ladies back a touch.

With them at perfect cumshot range, you intimate to them to finish you off with their hands. They oblige, and it only takes a few more strokes from the hands of the diplomant and warrior before you let loose.

With a groan of triumph, you unload, your cock splattering both of their faces.

When you're done, you gasp for breath, and look on with approval. Both ladies' faces are thick with your spunk. Josephine's black locks are stuck to her forehead, while Cassandra's stern eyebrows are soaked with your cum.

Regardless of whether it has worked, this has been a delight, you think to yourself.