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Donning the fine silk robe, Ellana stepped away from the blowjob throne. Morrigan rose to her feet behind the new Inquisitor, seemingly anticipating the elven woman's tempestuous thoughts. "You wonder what comes next, do you not?" Ellana turned to face the still nude witch, gathering herself and pushing her ever present lust aside. A myriad of questions swirled in her mind, but first and foremost she needed to secure her new position. "What are the limits of my new power? These soldiers seem to no longer care that I murdered their lord." Morrigan smirked and gestured towards the blowjob throne, "While this throne allows, and indeed encourages acts of pleasure, it is truly a tool to alter perceptions. These men bear no false truths. You killed the Inquisitor and they do not doubt that. But they recognize you now as their master. 'Tis a wondrous thing, how fickle the mind is."

Ellana gave a barely perceptible nod, and considered for a moment before responding. "I have altered their minds, albeit unwittingly. How do they justify my new role? Does the throne destroy their reasoning?" Morrigan gave a thoughtful hum, before answering with the same calm candor. "It does not. Take Leliana. You have not yet met her, but she is your spymaster. She is a genius, and this is praise I do not give lightly. She is still so, she simply believes you were justified in killing her former lord. It is a matter of rationality. You alter it at will."

An armored man appeared before the two women, bowing his head before speaking. "Herald, your advisors await you in the war room." Ellana regarded the man briefly before speaking, "Thank you. You are dismissed." The soldier stood stiffly, and strode away with purpose. The man had addressed her as Herald, that meant even their religious fanaticism had transferred to her. She was ashamed to admit it, but to be worshipped by such noble humans was...pleasing to say the least. It was the sort of thing she hadn't expected of herself. This turned her attention to one other thing that had changed since she arrived. She lowered her gaze to her left hand, now bearing a strange green rift that seemed...wrong. Like it didn't belong to this plane of existence. She felt a hollow ache both on her hand and around her hand. As if her nerves were themselves floating in the air. It was an uncomfortable sensation.

Yet another sensation proved stronger. The pulsing in her cunt had not abated, and she was persuaded to **** Morrigan back to her knees. But she needed the witch's mouth elsewhere for now. She viewed the departing guard with a newfound hunger. "Soldier. Return to me." She spoke the command with authority that she didn't know she had. The man quickly doubled back, and bowed before her once again. "Yes, my lady?" Ellana bit her bottom lip and smirked. "Remove your breeches. And your small clothes too." The soldier set about it quickly with a confident "Yes. My lady." Her war council would need to wait.

Ellana turned to Morrigan, "My mouth will soon be occupied. You watched me take the throne from that loathsome man. I'm sure you have thoughts. I would hear them." With that statement, Ellana turned to the soldier, his quickly stiffening cock exposed to the grand hall. The elf sank to her knees as Morrigan fixed her with a wry smile. "Of course Inquisitor. Given your vallaslin, I presume you to be Dalish. That would certainly explain where you acquired the knowledge to avert the thrones control. But I also presume that you aren't as interested in how such a thing was possible as how to prevent it from ending your reign. Fret not Inquisitor. Now that I am aware of this vulnerability, I will see to it."

Ellana gave an affirmative hum as she wrapped her delicate fingers around the man's throbbing length. He was gifted, more so than any of the elven men she had been with. 3 hours ago she couldn't have imagined herself doing this willingly with a human, but it felt right. As she stroked him to full hardness, his breathing quickened. The poor man probably hadn't spilled his seed in ages, she thought as she brought her other hand to cup his swollen sack. Ellana imagined that the former Inquisitor was the only man who enjoyed the benefits of the throne during his regime. No longer, Ellana would tend to them all. Man and woman. The thought was perverse, but she paid it no mind as her attention became focused on the member before her. The tip had become angry and purple, blood pounding through the organ as the man grew **** for more stimulation. The elf lowered her mouth to his rod, and let her soft pink tongue trail across him. He gasped as clear fluid began to ooze from his slit. Ellana was intoxicated, and it wasn't long before her entire mouth had closed around the cock she was tending to. She bobbed her head forcefully, swirling her tounge across the underside of his cockhead every so often. The soldier gripped her hair tightly and panted. This was truly the Maker's embrace. If the throne hadn't already persuaded him of this woman's divinity, her mouth would have done the trick.

As she continued to fellate the human, Ellana tended to her own wetness, opening her robe so she could caress her folds. She swore by the Dread Wolf that she would never wear pants again. It wasn't long before she felt a presence at her back, Morrigan had seen the Herald's need, and knelt down behind her. Fingers trailed down the elf's stomach before reaching her cunt. As Morrigan tended to her, Ellana brought her slick soaked hand back to the man's shaft, redoubling her efforts. She needed to taste his seed, it was a craving she couldn't deny. She found herself regretting that she hadn't taken her time with Inquisitor before killing him. His cock had been even larger, even angrier. She loathed the man, but she doubted any of the girls he made his own regretted the time they spent with him, magical compulsion or otherwise. A pity she'd needed him dead.

The man groaned and panted. The thrones' magic raged through his veins and blessed him with pleasure that he'd never imagined before. His hands stroked lovingly through the Herald's hair. These thoughts came to him unbidden. He did love her. He loved her more fiercely then he'd ever loved anything. She was Andraste incarnate, and pouring his seed down her throat would be the finest moment of his life. "Maker...I can't! Argggh!" He loosed a broken shout as his balls jumped, shooting a torrent of semen directly into the back of the woman's throat. Ellana took every spurt with exuberance, moaning around the wonderful cock that she'd come to love. She wrapped her other hand around the man's nutsack and squeezed, coaxing out every drop of white gold that he could offer.

She popped her mouth off of his member and brought it to her cheek, nuzzling the warm, throbbing manhood as it continued to deposit semen across her face and into her hair. She drenched Morrigan's hand with her release as the witch sucked on her neck, leaving delicious bruises on the elven woman's pale flesh. Ellana panted as she came down, the man's climax waning with her own. An unintended side effect of the bond they now shared. She rose to her feet shakily, but rested a hand on Morrigan's shoulder to prevent her from rising. "On all fours, Morrigan." She commanded again with newfound authority. The raven haired woman obeyed, presenting her puffy, slick cunt to the two before her. Ellana reached again for the man's member pouring the thrones power into him. He stiffened again, and gasped as his balls filled with new seed. He felt as if he hadn't come for years, rather than moments. Pent up and needy. The Inquisitor left him, striding over to Morrigan. She dragged a lone finger through the witchs dripping folds, injecting the same magic into her. Morrigan began to pant in need, like a bitch in heat she wiggled her hips for the man behind her, causing Ellana to giggle. "Keep each other busy until I return. Stop for nothing." She strode confidently towards the armorered man, stopping him briefly from pouncing on the eager slut before him. "Tell me your name." The man blushed and stuttered "Oh, i-its-" Ellana put a single finger to his lips, the digit still soaked with both her and Morrigan's arousal. "Actually, tell me if you can still remeber it once you're done with her. And try not to break that beautiful whore. Because I need her." Ellana laughed, a full and hearty laugh, as she walked away. Listening to the clank of armor as the half clothed man descended on Morrigan. "Wait, do either of you-" she turned to ask them where the war room was, but was greeted with the sight of the man's rock hard erection penetrating balls deep into the woman's wet cunt. "Wonderful." Ellana strode off in search of directions, her face and hair still drenched in pearly white semen, now cooled, and her open robe exposing her nude body. Not that she cared about those things anymore. If anything, they only served to arouse her further