Quite a few, in fact

It was during one night you were inspecting the rebuilding process of one of the abandoned Elven ruins turned growing Citadel - named Gan'Bellanaris, the Citadel of Eternity.

As the next group of Dalish Elves settled here and construction progressed with the help of Dwarven masons and Human labour, the very centre of the citadel was soon refurbished with strong walls of stone and a layer of concrete plastered over them, and modern siege engines and enchantments installed for defensive purposes. Two more layers of walls were planned to be built, but their construction temporarily halted as housing and agriculture took priority.

And within the main Keep of Gan'Bellanaris named Iasadur - the White Keep - where the ruling lord would reside, you were busy shifting through mountains of paperwork alongside Keeper Marethari and several other clerks.

You sigh heavily, turning your neck and rubbing your stiff shoulders.

"Dirthra mal, I forget I always hated paperwork," You said, "I'm surprised you're able to keep up with all this, only being installed mere weeks as its ruling Lady."

"I've always had to continually shift through letters sent by other Dalish Clans alongside old scriptures and records, though I admit this is another thing entirely," Said Marethari, "Problem is, so many of our people are illiterate, so they don't know how to read Human letters, much less Elven ones."

"One thing at a time," You said, "First we resettle them and give them their needs, then they can worry about being literate."

Marethari yawned loudly however, rubbing her eyes.

"Maybe we should stop for today," You suggested.

"That sounds good," Said Marethari.

"Now there's a pretty-looking Elf!"

"Ah shut it, you. Do you never stop looking for the next Elven pussy to fuck? I've lost count of how many bastard children you've made with them back at Orzammar!"

Ademalan and Ferinka Duran, brother and sister Runelords, were among the many Dwarven settlers from Orzammar come to resettle Gan'Bellanaris, helping to enchant many houses and weapons and help protect against the cold weather. The former, as Ferinka insinuated, always had a weakness for Elven women, fucking and breeding them and siring an uncounted number of half-Dwarven bastards - taller Dwarves with slightly pointed ears.

As of now, they were resting in one of the several taverns set up in the citadel, resting from the day's fatigue.

"And besides, she seems a little on the old side," Said Ferinka.

"Nah, Elves live longer than Humans do, and I daresay she's still as beautiful as if in the prime of her youth!" Ademalan whispered, "Ah, I've not had an Elven lass to fuck for days since I left Orzammar."

"You say that, but didn't you fuck the wagon driver all the way?" Ferinka said.

"I, uh..."

Ferinka merely sighed, saying, "It's not like I can stop you anyway; just don't go getting yourself into trouble, alright?"

"Hehehe... you sure know me, sister," Said Ademalan.

A serving wench then served them beers, which they immediately drank to slake their thirst.

"Ugh, not to say anything bad, but..."

"They don't have proper breweries yet, so it's no surprise," Said Ferinka, "We'll just have to make do."

Ademalan, on the other hand, merely gulped down his tankard in one go and hastily stood up on his feet.

"I've decided," He said, "There's no better time than any."

"Wait, wha...?"

And it was then that the Throne's magic struck; Ademalan felt his thing, massive member poking through his trousers, forming a huge tent that was already staining at the tip. Fenrika fared no better, feeling her nipples and womanhood more sensitive than usual.

"Come on, we haven't got all day!"

"Oh fuck! How is your cock so huge!?"

Rather than retire to your living quarters for the night, you decided to sneakily have a long night of sex with Marethari in one of the citadel's taverns, eager to destress and enjoy themselves and forget all their troubles.

And now, you are plowing her pussy with your huge member, stretching it wide and hard and causing her to howl in discomfort.

"What can I say? It's all because of this Panacea of ours!" You exclaimed, relishing the feeling of her long-unused pussy.

"Oh Gods, it feels so much better than my late husbands!" Marethari cried, "Please, cum inside me!"

You happily oblige, unleashing a torrent of semen into her womb, knowing that the Panacea would refertilize it and make her regress in physical age - another effect you saw take hold of many of Skyhold's older residents.

Marethari smacks her lips against yours, aggressively attacking and wrapping your tongue with hers in a messy, tired kiss.

"Thank you so much, Alaras," Said Marethari, "Thank you for making me feel like a woman again."

"My pleasure," You said.

The door to their room came crashing down, and two Dwarves awkwardly stood up from where they landed, the male awkwardly saying, "Um, pardon the intrusion?"

"Were you listening?" Marethari asked, "You must be total perverts for that matter?"

"Wha-No! I mean, my brother forcefully dragged me along for his antics," Said the female Dwarf, "I only..."

Your nose picked up the familiar scent of arousal, and both you and Marethari smirked mischievously.

"Well then, how about you join us for tonight?" Marethari suggested.

Like an unhinged beast the Dwarf named Ademalan took off his clothes in a flurry of moving limbs, and he quickly began thrusting deep inside Marethari's pussy like a dog in heat.

"By my Ancestors' beards, this is the best pussy I've ever fucked!" Ademalan cried.

Like a jackhammer he pounded repeatedly into Marethari's womanhood, his massive eighteen inch cock a gargantuan thing that stretched Marethari's pussy to the limit and sending her arcing backwards in utmost pleasure.

"Creators, this is the best!" Cried Marethari, "How did you get to have such a massive cock?"

"Is that a rhetorical question or something?" Ademalan said between pants, "I'll say I was born with it!"

You pleasured yourself with Ferinka, humping the short Dwarf as you lay back against the bedrest for support. Her pussy, slick with her juices and precum, went smoothly up and down your enlarged schlong, and the formerly reserved woman eagerly bounced up and down with glassy eyes and a lolling tongue, lost in the throes of pleasure.

"Fuck, yes yes yes!" Ferinka cried, "Fuck my pussy, fuck it red!"

"Heh, quite the thirsty girl, aren't you?" You said, "Since you want it so badly, I think it's time to paint your womb white!"

"Yes, cum inside me, give me a baby!"

And soon, both you and Ademalan came inside them, painting Marethari's and Ferinka's wombs white and planting your seed within, siring bastard children in the process.

Tired from your exertions, you peacefully drift off to sleep, a passed out Ferinka nuzzling into your muscular chest.