She uses Morrigan

Ellana shakily rose to her feet, cursing her breeches all the while. She now understood why the late Inquisitor favored robes, much easier access for her sluts to fulfill their purpose. She ceased her struggling with her pants for a moment, disturbed by the intrusive thought. Since when had her mind been so vulgar? The pulsing heat in her core quickly overcame this concern, however. Ellana dropped her leather breeches to her feet, the cool air seemed to soothe her heated loins, if only momentarily. She had never replaced her gloves, she realized as her bare fingers made contact with Morrigans hair, matted with the Inquisitor's spit and semen.

She stared into the Witch's eyes, a piercing amber color, and was briefly unsettled. There was power behind those eyes, power and understanding. The thrones power could compel her like any other, but if anyone possessed a chance to break that spell, it was Morrigan. Ellana reigned in her lust for just a moment, understanding that **** Morrigan's face with her cunt was perhaps not the best way to make allies. "Look...I'm better than him, I swear. I just-I can't take it!" Her plea to Morrigan was pathetic, but the Witch seemed greatly amused. "You are the Inquisitor now, master of this throne. You must take, or be taken-" Ellana didn't hesitate another moment, yanking Morrigan roughly by the hair, and pressing her cunt against those gorgeous lips.

Morrigan, for her part, did not hesitate either. Instantly, her mouth set to work pleasing her new master. "Fuck! You're well trained..." Ellana trailed off, lost in the sensation of her new bitch working her over. This time, the thought did not give her pause, she had power. Of course she was going to wield it! She tightened her grip on the witch's hair, thrusting her hips, trying to push that wonderful tongue deeper into her pussy. "How do I taste, pet? Much better than-" she trailed off into a loud groan of satisfaction. She couldn't last much longer, panting and moaning as she rutted against Morrigan's talented mouth. Just as she neared her climax a dainty hand pushed against her stomach, and she fell backwards, landing on the seat of her new power, the Blowjob Throne. "W-what are you doing?" Suddenly the roles reversed, as the lithe witch crawled from her kneeling position and draped her body atop the new Inquisitor. "As I was saying...you must take-" the Witch's fingers moved between the panting elf's thighs, thrusting her digits deep into the wet heat "-and be taken. Now take it, Inquisitor."

Ellana moaned wildly, and threw her arms around the woman pleasuring her, drawing her closer still. "Ma Vhenan! I think I'm in love~". She had never felt such pleasure, such exctasy before. Of course the Inquisitor had pursued nothing but sex, his successor was quickly coming to believe that nothing else was worth pursuing. The two women's sweaty breasts mushed together as each felt the beat of the other's heart. Morrigan leaned her head directly next to Ellana's and spoke softly. "Love? Oh but Inquisitor, there is an army of women and men waiting to love you. An entire world of wet, willing cunts and hard, throbbing cocks for your pleasure. Now show me your love~". Morrigan kissed the elf, feeding her some of the Inquistor's seed, still staining her mouth with it's residue. Ellana found the taste intoxicating. The dam broke, and Ellana came with a throaty growl, her cum staining the throne beneath her with feminine wetness. She laid there, trying and failing to catch her breath for several minutes, all while Morrigan whispered in her ear of power and influence, all thrumming through the Inquisitor's veins like opium. Euphoric and numbing.

The Inquisitor eventually rose in her seat, Morrigan resuming her place at her feet. Ellana turned to the nearest guard, "Fetch me a robe, and summon my advisors to the war room." The man promptly left, and Ellana couldn't help but wonder what his cock might taste like. The inferno in her core had settled, but an ember remained that needed to be tended. Morrigan dutifully resumed her duties, lapping at the Inquisitor's cunt as Ellana placed a gentle hand on her head. She'd make her way to the war room, after she painted Morrigan's face with her wetness and claimed her as her own.