Swimmingly Smooth

While it was a stretch to say there was virtually no opposition, it was little more than toothless whining and screaming from the mouths of naysayers with all bark and no bite. The rest were simply **** for security and safety in such times of uncertainty, and security was what the Inquisition delivered.

To make a very long story short, various reforms were implemented that permanently defanged the nobility and Chantry, and concentrated all power under the King's hands, ensuring that you would rule unopposed.

To further put them under your thrall, you sent them various Elven and Dwarven prostitutes who would use artefacts to channel the throne's power and slowly bend them to your will through sexual intercourse. The fact countless noble families had to entrust their future to nonhuman baby brats was a huge bonus in your book.

All this, you read from recent reports by Josephine and Anora sucked on your cock, drinking your cum like honeyed wine. Your cock popped out of her mouth, the Queen gasping for breath after swallowing such a heavy load.

"Maker, it tastes so sweet, like chocolate..." Anora smiled, "Alistair never satisfied me at this."

"Well, you can thank my powers for that," You smirked.

"Hah, I can already imagine countless pigs going after your power if it makes them this good at sex," Anora suggested, then started massaging her breasts and squeezing them.

Milk spurted forth like fountains, and tempted to taste her breastmilk yourself, you suckle on one of her teats.

Your taste buds erupt into heavenly bliss, the flavour of honey, chocolate and milk making them dance in delight.

"Ah, is my milk tasty, dear husband?" Anora breathed huskily, kissing you and mixing her tongue with yours to share the taste.

"Marvelous, my dear Anora," You smiled, fondling her pregnant belly, "Our triplets won't want for milk at all."

Anora giggled in delight, "No, not at all."

Delighted with her pregnancy despite her advanced age, and with a husband who not only gave her so much love physically and emotionally, especially after two failed husbands, but also helped with her daily difficulties in political work and social gatherings, Queen Anora Surana was content with her life.

The first sign of trouble came in the form of a heavily bandaged messenger, recently arrived from Ostagar.

"Your Majesty, we're currently dealing with a determined Chasind invasion from the Kocari Wilds," He said, "They are on the way to Ostagar as we speak."

Many courtiers whispered in bewilderment, wondering just why these tribesmen would attack a heavily fortified fortress against all reason. Surely they had to know it was a fool's errand, especially without proper siege equipment and months of supplies?

"Are there any Chasind who we can sway to our side? Any who refuse to join part of the horde?" You asked, restraining yourself from sounding hopeful.

"Only ragged remnants of defeated tribes, Your Majesty," The messenger answered, "They are being hosted at Ostagar as we speak."

"Have you tried diplomacy with the encroaching horde?" You probed further.

"We did. They sent us the messengers' heads," The messenger answered bitterly.

You sigh in disappointment.

"Issue a call to arms throughout the kingdom, and call our allies as well," You ordered, "We stop the Chasind horde here and now."