Make the Crows sing

It did not take long for news of the **** attempt to reach Skyhold, and the Inquisitorial court could see your anger bared for the world to see - wrathful and boiling like an active volcano - at the knowledge that your wife and unborn child were in danger.

Your anger dissipated ever so slightly at the comfort that both mother and child are alright, and that the security of the Palace has been tightened thrice.

And yet, knowing how far the assailants and the Venatori in general would go, it was only a small comfort.

"Leliana, see to it that your agents watch Anora and Celene around the clock - absolutely nothing escapes my notice," You said.

"Of course, Inquisitor," Said Leliana, her face schooled in professionalism.

"And make sure to interrogate the captives Anora sent our way," You added, "Use whatever means you can to **** these Crows to sing their darkest thoughts. Surely the Nightingale has some... trademark secrets for her trade?"

Leliana merely smiled, saying, "Their mouths will speak by today's end. Might I bring in Iron Bull and Dorian on this?"

The former Ben-Hassrath and Tevene Mage would certainly know a thing or two about ****, given their professions.

"Still, this was beyond outrageous. As if their subtle rejection of Anora as their legitimate queen was an insufficient statement, now they dared threaten her and my baby's life. I must do something Josephine," You said, "I need to show them who rules all of Thedas."

"Well, the next Landsmeet is due in at least a month's time, and there will be plenty of influential families in attendance. What we could do is march straight into the Capital of Denerim and make an official statement they cannot refute," Said Josephine, "And let's make full use of our power; march an entire Inquisitorial Army straight through the streets, enough to outnumber the local garrison thrice over."

"Good idea, the nobles will be scared out of their pants, and they'll either have to obey me or quietly leave. And even if they do try to oppose me, I already have alliances in both Orlais and Ferelden who'll do the mop up," You said, "Not that anyone would dare ignore such an event."

"The fact that you've done more for the two nations in a year than in a decade has done much to endear the populace to you, Inquisitor," Said Josephine, "Neither would protest your takeover if you so wished to make it official."

"That, and we have the power to effectively take over both nations without much issue," You said.

"Indeed, Inquisitor," Said Josephine, "What are your next orders, though?"

"Inform Anora of my attendance at the next Landsmeet, make sure only she knows," You said, "In the meantime, we should pay a visit to Celene too, and see how the Orlesian nobles react."

"Right away, Your Holiness," She bowed.

As Josephine left, you then told Leliana, "If there are any nobles that dare oppose me, gather them all in one place, and dispose of them."

"As you command, Your Holiness," Said Leliana.

You grunted slightly, feeling your cock reach climax.

And you smile at the face of Vivienne tenderly milking your cock of sperm.

"Take it out, take it out!"

"Then confess, already!"

Leliana's agents were hard at work with Dorian and Iron Bull, interrogating the captives as they saw fit.

They were surprisingly tough to break and carried themselves with a great professionalism, but even the most hardened of agents can eventually break if tortured enough whether in mind, body or spirit.

Here in Skyhold's dungeons, the captives underwent a very rigorous interrogation process aimed to thoroughly break them into compliance. First there was physical pain; broken fingers and toes, numerous small cuts, all maximized the pain the captives felt but were not lethal enough to kill them, and said injuries were quickly healed to full health before the process resumed.

Though inflicted with great pain, they dared not speak, and so a few of their number expired from blood loss.

Those who possessed strong spirit were broken through ****, their wombs repeatedly inseminated until they could take no more.

"Aagh!"

And thusly, the fifth round was finished.

"Alright, I'll talk, I'll talk!" Said one of the agents.