Direct Control spreads to the Hinterlands

The Hinterlands, being one of Ferelden's most productive provinces and the closest in proximity to Skyhold, is the first to fall to your newly conjured virility agent. Not long after, men and women are friskily breeding day and night with occasional rest.

Those not exposed to the agent often had trouble sleeping, frequently awoken by the sounds of sex reverberating throughout their homes, but that was already weeks ago.

Unsurprisingly, many Dalish clans make greater efforts to keep away from the 'infected' villages, not wanting to be claimed by whatever phenomenon has taken root. A few, like Clans Elmael and Veni, for example, were initially ****, but due to their more open modus operandi of trading with the Humans, they simply settled in and rapidly increased their numbers.

Orzammar, too, sought this phenomenon to bolster their fading populations, as despite King Alistair's official aid and the sweeping reforms implemented by King Bhelen, there yet remained the problem of a population decline - Dwarves were simply not having enough children to compensate.

Otherwise, the Hinterlands were becoming secure with the increased number of guards and patrols you stationed for their safety, and new farms were being tilled as cattle were reared for meat and milk.

All this, you read from the comfort of your throne as a heavily pregnant Leliana rode your cock, her pussy squelching lewdly, her enlarged breasts jiggling like cow's udders.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Shouted Leliana, "Give me your semen, Master! I'm ready to be bred at any time!"

Smirking, you oblige her with a huge load of cum into her womb, and her eyes roll backwards in her climax, her tongue lolling out and leaking saliva.

In the throne room, you could see Josephine being fucked by an Elven servant - his name being Feython - and Cassandra and Cullen slaking their lusts on Dwarves of the opposite gender. Who would've thought they were into shortstacks?

As Feython finished cumming into Josephine, the Antivan ambassador took a moment to regain her composure as she stood on shaky legs, fresh cum and pussy juices dripping down her thighs.

"As you have requested, I have begun sending diplomats to the more **** Dalish Clans throughout Ferelden and in the Brecilian Forest, and to the Kingdom of Orzammar, Inquisitor," Said Josephine, "However, I must ask: Is it a good idea to simply approach the other Noble houses without the King's approval?"

"It is, Josephine," You said, "And that is because if we are to truly do our job as Inquisitor, we must seize power for ourselves; King Alistair may be an alright King, but not one suited for his role."

"As you say, Inquisitor," Said Josephine.

"On other news, our troops increase in number weekly thanks to your sex-friendly policies," Said Cullen, "As you can guess, however, the Chantry is not taking kindly to us working with Elves and Dwarves."

"They're under the thumb of Orlais - little more than a puppet and front for Orlesian influence," You said, "It's always been that way, and it hasn't changed even now. And with the Templars and Mages in open revolt, there is nothing the Chantry can do. Just in case, however, strengthen the border garrisons at the Orlesian border."

"As you command, Your Worship," Said Cullen.

"And Leliana, I have a special task for your little Nightingales," You said.

"What is it you command, Master?" She asked, her cute eyes shining through the cum matting her cheeks.

Smiling, you said, "I want your agents to worm their way into Orlesian Court's and the Chantry's higher echelons, subvert their power and cohesion by any means necessary. Make full use of every dirty trick if you must."

"Are you intending to cause discord in Orlais, Master?" Asked Leliana.

"That, and more," You said, "Trust me, for now."

"I trust you, Master," Said Leliana, kissing you on your lips, "Your wish is my command."