Peace secured and next

*plap plap plap*

"~Ah ah ah ...Ngh. G-Go faster, my King…”

The sound of flesh smacking against flesh and lust-filled moans echoed throughout the royal chamber, Anora at the mercy of your blissful ministrations. If you ever kept count, this could possibly be your fifth orgasm as you go balls-deep, releasing every ounce of jizz in your balls inside her.

"Ngh!"

With a grunt, you spend the last of your load inside of the Queen of Ferelden, before pulling out and falling to her side. Anora herself already passed out, the shock of several orgasms leaving her a drooling mess..

Better get some sleep. We’ll be arriving at Orlais soon, You thought.

*A few hours later…*

Something wet stirred you from your sleep, prompting you to open your eyes. Then you saw Anora in the process of sucking you like a wanton whore.

Realizing that you were awake, she let go of your dick from her mouth with a loud pop.

"Good morning my King," She said, resuming her sucking.

*Maker be damned, she’s really going for it,* You thought, the suction **** of her mouth increasing in intensity.

Before long, you came again down her throat, and she giggled after swallowing your load.

After all that, you are sitting at the breakfast table with the queen and your inner circle, Cullen and Josephine looking like they went through a marathon while Cassandra and Leliana looked positively refreshed, casually smiling and chatting like any other day.

"Where will you go next, my love?" Anora asked.

"We will be marching to Orlais next, to coerce the nobles with a show of ****,” You answered, then sighed, “Honestly, those bumbling opportunists… if they still insist on trying to **** Celene, they will simply dig their own graves.”

"The commoners won't stand for anyone trying to disrupt the newfound peace though, especially after years of cold war between two nations," Leliana commented, “If we appear as tyrannical and disruptive to their lives, support from Orlais can plummet, and it won’t help our cause.”

“I do not truly find issue with such a show of ****, but Leliana has a point,” Said Cassandra, “It almost reminds me of my family, being as pretentious as it is large.”

“Isn’t every old family in Nevarra as pretentious as the Pentaghast family in general?” Asked Leliana.

“Depends on who you talk about,” Said Cassandra, sipping a cup of tea, “But there is a general demeanor of arrogance and ignorance among the large and old families, which makes them as tolerable as a swarm of nugs eating an army’s food supply.”

“Hey, that was Sera’s fault!” Said Cullen, “Do you know how much trouble I had to go through just to make sure there weren’t any discrepancies!?”

“Not to mention, many of our uniforms were ruined by those ghastly nugs!” Said Josephine, “Ugh, my new dress from Antiva…”

“And they got through my armour,” Said Cullen, “Maker, I had to spend hours cleaning every single piece! And the smell…!”

“Alright, let’s not talk about nugs anymore, okay?” You said, “Let’s not ruin a good breakfast.”

“The Inquisitor has a point,” Said Cassandra, “But I believe we have something important to discuss.”

“The rumours of Anora’s pregnancy?” Said Josephine, “Believe me, I’ve had countless nobles hounding me over this piece of news. I do not want to spend another hour dealing with those tiresome nobodies.”

“And those tiresome nobodies are making a festival of this news as well, Josephine,” Leliana stated, “Alas, we’ll have to deal with them, as is part of our jobs.”

“And here I’m wondering what hardly anyone pays attention to mine and Josephine’s pregnancies,” Said Cassandra.

You and Cullen spit out your food in surprise, making Anora and Josephine flinch.

“Is it true!?” You both shouted.

“Quiet down, you two!” Said Cassandra, “And yes, it’s true. The healers confirmed it.”

In a rare, uncharacteristic show of emotion, Leliana began jumping for joy in her seat, squealing like a young little girl.

“I’m so happy for you all! Especially you, Josie!” Leliana shouted.

“Okay! Okay, stop hitting my shoulder!” Said Josephine.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Said Leliana, genuinely embarrassed.

“But thank you, Leli,” Said Josephine.

The conversation would continue for another half-hour, before duty demanded they return to their work. As they departed, Anora snuck a kiss onto your cheek.

“Come back to me safe,” She whispered.

“Always,” You whispered back.

*A few days later…*

Your time spent in Denerim was time spent reorganizing the Inquisition’s armies and resupplying them for the march to Orlais, replacing broken equipment and repairing what could be repaired. New clothes and tents had to be prepared as well for the long march ahead.

Furthermore, with the purge of Ferelden nobility, you had to spend time smoothing out domestic affairs so Anora could remain safe and rule peacefully in your absence. Appointing new nobles, rehashing the royal laws for nationwide implementation, weeding out as much corruption as possible, these past few days have been nothing short of hectic.

And now, you stood at the forefront of a reorganized warhost flying the Inquisition’s black banners, standing tall and proud on your horse, bedecked in full armor and regalia.

"All preparations are complete, Inquisitor,” Cullen informs you, “All provisions have been accounted for and your men ready to depart.”

"Good work, Cullen. Return back to your post and keep an eye out," You said.

“Aedan!”

You turn to see Anora walking towards you, supported by handmaidens as she cradled her pregnant belly.

“Anora?” You said, dismounting and turning towards her.

“I’m sorry Aedan, I can’t help but want to embrace you one last time,” Said Anora, “I’ll miss you.”

“Come on, Anora, you know I’ll always be back,” You said, winking at her.

She kisses you on the lips, uncaring of the smiles and laughs breaking out among the soldiers. Leliana and Cassandra merely roll their eyes, though they too smile alongside the rest.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” Said Anora.

You simply smile at her, before mounting your horse and turning to the troops, and with a loud voice you bellow, “Soldiers of the Inquisition, March!”

“Onwards with courage and faith!” The troops chorused.

And thus began your march to Orlais.