Queen Anora must visit Skyhold.

"King Alistair...” you begin, dictating your letter to the kneeling Josephine. The steady-handed diplomat manages to effortlessly transcribe your words even as you continuously coat her face with your warm spunk.

“The Inquisition will aid in the capture of this Desire Demon. In exchange, I would only ask that Queen Anora herself pay a diplomatic visit to all of us here at Skyhold." The mere suggestion of the Queen of Ferelden gracing Skyhold with her presence is enough to send the dignitaries into a frenzy, filling the Grand Hall with hushed, gossipy whispers.

"My soldiers look to Anora for inspiration, thinking of her every time they grip their swords."

“That will be all, Josie,” you finish up, wiping your wet prick on her dress. The cum-drenched ambassador nods, giving the head of your cock a delicate kiss before scurrying off to see your message delivered. With that bit of business handled, you return to the throne where you are treated to a smug look from Morrigan.

"Find something funny, witch?" you question, looking down at her.

"Oh, I was just curious how you plan on capturing this Desire Demon," she says with a smirk.

"Easy," you reply. "Desire Demons feed on human lust, right? I'll lure it out with an orgy."

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Morrigan sighs. "Lure it where exactly?"

"Skyhold, of course. I'll need to personally interrogate this creature if I'm to study its powers."

Morrigan's face grows deadly serious. "Inquisitor, as your advisor..."

"Cocksleeve." you're quick to correct her on her proper title.

"As your cocksleeve," she grimaces. "I highly advise not bringing a murderous sex demon here."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" you say, rubbing the broadside of your magical throne.

"Fine," she pouts, crossing her arms. "But if we become corrupted slaves to an unholy demon, you're getting such an, "I told you so."

"Duly noted," you smirk, threading your fingers through her dark hair. "Now, back to work."

Morrigan lets out a deep sigh before reluctantly lowering her head onto your lap again. With Josephine gone, you're free to do whatever you please. As the witch slowly bobs on your cock, you ponder your next course of action.