The carrot...

The return to Skyhold's war room reeked of jasmine and submission, where Yvette Montilyet's laughter coiled around marble pillars like perfumed smoke. Her golden collar bit into sweat-slicked skin as she curtsied, the motion making her bare breasts sway beneath jeweled chains that matched her sister's. "Your Worship," she purred, kneeling so low her g-string-clad ass brushed the throne's dais, "Josephine mentioned you enjoy... thorough negotiations." Her tongue darted out to lick gilded lips still swollen from another's use.

You seized Yvette's collar chain, yanking her face into your crotch "Honor," you sneered, thrusting into the younger Montilyet's throat while her sister's fingers worked your balls, "is what whores sell when their contracts crumble."

"Do you enjoy my gift, Inquisitor?" Josephine asks. Yvette's choked moans vibrated against your groin as Josephine's lacquered nails traced the throne's armrests, her voice honeyed despite the obscene bulge in her cheek. "A Du Paraquette elevated to gentry status," she purred around your cock, fingers dipping beneath her g-string to present glistening evidence of compliance, "could dissolve antiquated contracts... ah... with a single decree." You slammed Yvette's face deeper into your crotch, watching her sister's breasts sway with each gagging thrust. "You'd make Renard a lord?" you sneered, thumb rubbing circles on Yvette's clit as her thighs trembled. Josephine's tongue swirled in affirmation. "Then prepare his coronation," you growled, "between your knees."

The war room's stained glass cast hellish hues across Josephine's spread thighs as she sank between them, her sister's saliva still glistening on your shaft, tongue lapping at your crown while Yvette's fingers spread her own dripping cunt inches from your face.

You slammed Yvette's hips down onto your throbbing cock, her tight cunt stretching around your girth as Josephine's tongue swirled around your sack with obscene devotion. The throne's magic pulsed through the sisters' collars, making Yvette's inner walls clench rhythmically around your shaft while Josephine's muffled moans vibrated against your balls. Yvette stammered between thrusts, her jeweled chains clinking as she bounced on your lap, breasts swaying with each brutal pump. You snarled in triumph, slamming her hips down until her cervix kissed your cockhead, the throne's magic surging through her collar to wring a scream from her trembling lips. Josephine's painted nails dug crescents into your thighs as she crawled forward, her tongue darting out to catch the mixture of her sister's arousal and your precum dripping down Yvette's thighs.

Josephine's lips crashed against yours with feverish hunger, her tongue darting past your teeth as Yvette's climax tore through her body. The younger Montilyet's scream muffled against your neck, her cunt milking your cock in violent spasms while golden chains bit into her heaving breasts. "Witness true diplomacy," you growled against Josephine's smeared lipstick, pistoning into her sister's quivering heat as the throne's magic **** Yvette's orgasm to crest again. The ambassador moaned approval, her manicured fingers spreading your seed across her sister's trembling belly even as her tongue plundered your mouth - a carnal parody of negotiations that left contracts burning and dynasties weeping.

The war room's echoes of debauchery still clung to Josephine's gilded chains as you dragged both sisters toward the map table, their combined slickness smearing across parchment treaties. "Your sister's cunt makes finer seals than any Montilyet quill," you grunted, thrusting Yvette's hips downward to impale her on the Orlesian border marker, her scream muffled against Nevarran trade routes. Josephine's tongue lapped at your ear while her fingers spread Rivaini silk maps beneath her sister's shuddering body, ink bleeding with each convulsive clench of Yvette's magically-enhanced orgasm.

Your free hand found Josephine's throat, slamming her bare back against treaties from the Free Marches as you rutted into her with the same brutality you'd shown her sister. The ambassador's cultured voice shattered into wanton screams, her manicured nails clawing at the parchment beneath her as the throne's magic **** her climax to sync with your thrusts.

With a final brutal thrust that pinned Josephine's hips against the Starkhaven trade accords, you emptied yourself into her clenching depths as the throne's magic **** her womb to drink every drop.

You withdrew from Josephine's ravaged cunt with a wet pop, watching your seed pool across the Starkhaven parchment as her thighs trembled against the table's edge. "I'll... consider your proposal," you rasped, smearing her sister's fluids across Josephine's swollen lips with your glistening cock. The ambassador's tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at your shaft while the throne's magic compelled her nodding obedience. Yvette's broken whimper echoed through the chamber as you gripped her chain leash, forcing her tear-streaked face between your thighs to clean the remnants of her humiliation.