Quality time with Josephine!

Your convoy of carriages, mounted cavalry and foot soldiers maintain their well-ordered pace as you descend down the Frostback Mountains. The battle nugs keep up easily with the horses, their Volcanic Aurum armor specifically enchanted by Dagna to increase their stamina tenfold while Blackwall rides close at hand, looking strangely comfortable atop his Orlesian Charger.

Inside your lead carriage, you barely clear the shadow of Skyhold's main gate when Josephine breaks out her trusty ledger and quill, eager to brief you on the guestlist for the Empress' ball. Though you're certain any issues that arise at the Palace can be solved by the Throne's magic, you're still willing to hear Josie out. The last thing you want is your advisor to feel overlooked because that may lead to her growing complacent and you need your advisor at her best.

"Next, we have Lady Mantillion..." the diplomat reads aloud. "While not in line for the throne, she's long had the Empress' ear and might prove a useful ally. What do you think, Inquisitor?"

"Whatever you think is best, Josie..." you offer with a yawn. "You're the ambassador, after all."

The diplomat nods as she scribbles something down in her notes, murmuring softly to herself as her quill pen glides effortlessly across the parchment's surface. You could feel your prick twitching to life as you watch her nimble tongue trace those pursed, lipstick-covered lips.

Letting your eyes roam down Josie's body, you admire her smooth tummy and long, sexy legs before fixating on her bouncing breasts, that skimpy top barely holding back her ample chest. Her dark melons threaten to break free with every bump in the hard, snow-packed roads.

"Josephine..." you smirk, sweeping your mage robes to the side to reveal your swollen manhood before you could even finish the question. "Could you be a dear and **** on my cock, please?"

"Oh?" the diplomat remarks, peering up from her papers momentarily to see you sitting there with a throbbing cock and your eyes glued on her bouncing chest. "Of course, Your Worship."

Papers still in hand, Josephine rises from her cushioned seat and drops to her knees before you. Dutifully, she lowers her mouth onto your rigid cock, dragging her flat tongue along your shaft in wide, wet licks that swirl across the head once she finally reaches the top while her dark lips leave faint smudges of purple lipstick with every loving kiss she plants against your length.

Gripping you by the base, the diplomat lifts your cock while letting her mouth drift all the way down to your bloated sack. The sight of your pale prick draped across the Antivan's dusky face while she worships your hairy balls provides a visual contrast so obscene you aren't surprised when a thick bead of pre-cum begins to roll off your tip and into the diplomat's raven locks.

"The Baron will be tricky..." you catch Josie murmuring as she continues reading from her list. "He was hardly supportive of the Inquisition before Sera did that inside his best formal mask."

While you admire Josephine’s ability to multitask, her roaming mouth returning to your shaft even as her eyes dart back down to the papers still in her hands, it's clear your date to the ball is unable to put her full attention behind pleasuring you while her mind is still on her duties.

Reasoning that you're helping Josephine delegate her work, you thread your fingers through the Antivan's hair before wrenching her head forward, burying your cock deep in her throat. Lady Montilyet's eyes widen as she finds herself unexpectedly gagging on your invading meat, her throat muscles spasming around your prick as you drive your hips forward, over and over, guiding her head down your length until her pointed nose is buried in your bed of pubic hair.

You hold Josie's head flush with your lap, keeping her deepthroat going even as she sputters, waggling your hips from side to side as you savor the feeling of your cock against her tongue. The feeling of power it gives is intoxicating, and it takes Josephine's hands batting your thighs to make you release your grip of her head, letting her come up for some much-needed air.

"Let's move things along, Josie," you tell the gasping advisor. "I still need to finish your report."

"Y-yes, Your Worship..." she coughs, drawing her warm mouth back around your hard cock.

Gripping the back of her head, you bounce Josie's hand on your cock like an Orlesian fuck-toy. To Josephine's credit, she never breaks eye contact with you, even with the tears and mascara streaming down her face as she grips your legs for support. Thick strands of cock-flavored spit escape the tight seal of her mouth, soaking the Halla leather upholstery of your carriage seat.

The longer you fuck her face, the more Lady Josephine begins adjusting to your rough handling, even allowing her eager tongue to write against your balls as her tight throat milks your gland.

With the ambassador repeatedly throating your breech-demon, it isn't long before you're ready to feed the Antivan her first of many loads on your trip. Feeling your orgasm rapidly approach, you get in a few staggered thrusts before drawing back your surging length from her throat.

A deep growl rolls through the back of your throat as you begin cumming in Josephine's mouth, every twitch of your member coating her waiting tongue in another burst of your warm spunk. You feel the steady suction of **** swallows as Josie gulps down mouthful after mouthful, cum leaking from the corners of her stretched lips. Predictably, your throne-enhanced virility proves too much for the poor ambassador as she's thrown into a fit of retching gags.

The sputtering Josephine comes flying off your cock, lifting her head from your lap just in time to be caught with the last potent blasts from your pulsing prick. The ropes of gooey, white seed splatter the Antivan's face and hair before splashing all the down to her spit-soaked chest.

With a content sigh, you lean back in your cushioned seat and take a swig of your spiced wine. Looking back down between your legs, you admire your handiwork as Josephine is left panting, your pearly white spunk suiting the Antivan's swarthy features better than any make-up could. Seeing this only reaffirms you made the right decision bringing Josie as your date to the ball.

"Ah, that's much better..." you smirk. "You may continue your briefing now, Lady Josephine."

"Th-thank you, Inquisitor..." she clears her throat. "Let's see, now where did we leave off?

The cum-faced ambassador shuffles through her soiled papers, picking back up with her report. As Josephine drones on, you take the opportunity to peek your head out the carriage window, taking one last look back at the still-in-view Skyhold as it disappears in the cresting mountains.

One thing is for certain, you and your diplomat had a long and eventful journey ahead of you.