Tie the knot

Finally, the long-awaited day has arrived. Skyhold was abuzz with much activity as caravans from both Orlais and Ferelden arrive for tomorrow's wedding ceremony - an unprecedented affair of such scale you underestimated the reception it would have amongst the higher circles of nobility. Workers and servants of Inquisition were hard at work, providing the highest standard of accommodations to the Royal visitors as they arrived in droves in swift response to your invitations.

Truthfully, given their historical baggage, you highly doubted the Orlesians and Fereldeners would get along well, but your worries were clearly unfounded.

"Ah, no need to worry about the past or such things!" Said an Orlesian nobleman, "If this wedding's for the Inquisitor's sake, we will gladly put aside our grudges!"

"Even though you complain about Ferelden smelling like wet dog?" A Ferelden noblewoman jabbed.

"Why, you wound me!" Cried the Orlesian, "I'm just saying that you Fereldeners are inherently bad people! I'm just saying you could make do with some Orlesian perfumes and scents! They make our lives just that more colourful when we do not have to live with smells! And besides, we can both agree that the Inquisition has done wonders for both our countries unlike any ruler before, don't you agree?"

"Our lands have certainly become safer, and with the Templars and Mages no longer rampaging around, that's two less factions we need to deal with," Said the Fereldener, "And you have to admit, Inquisition money and support are valuable currencies we cannot do without."

"So true!" Said the Orlesian, "Better than cozying up to those loyalists of Gaspard, Corypheus and so many, when our rulers and the Inquisition truly have our best interests at heart!"

And the guests laughed in good humour.

'Wow, I didn't expect that I'd be so popular,' You thought, 'Though it seems we're upsetting the power balance much more than I thought.'

Josephine handles the Royal delegations with the practiced ease of a diplomat, her poker smile easily accepting the numerous platitudes and well-wishes given by the visitors as was custom in nobility gatherings.

In the meantime, you sneak off to see your brides-to-be; you discreetly make your way to the dressing room where they waited, and knocking on the door, a servant opens it to recognize you.

"Ah, Your Worship!" The servant said, "Come quickly, they are inside waiting for you."

Inside the room, where the monarchs are busy letting servants and tailors adjust their wedding dresses, Celene and Anora could not be more beautiful than before; the Fereldener Queen looked positively radiant in cream white, the bright-coloured lace a perfect complement to her peach skin and cool green eyes, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail.

Celene, on the other hand, you could not believe anyone else to be so elegant and classy as she; proper breeding of beautiful genes and a lifetime of upbringing in the finest standards of Orlesian etiquette have shaped her into the Empress she is today, her dainty frame all the more alluring combined with her beautiful smile.

Another pleasant surprise, you found, was that both were several years younger, perhaps in the absolute prime of their youth; old wrinkles had faded away, leaving only smooth and supple skin begging to be caressed, and their eyes and bodies held greater vigour than before. Perhaps a by-product of the Throne's magic?

Immediately, Anora was the first to act, running and enveloping you in crushing hug.

"Aedan..."

"Anora..."

You could literally smell each other's heated breath with your faces inches from each other, the temptation alluring enough to surrender to a powerful kiss of passion.

"Oh Anora, always the first to act," Said Celene, "How unfair that you managed to steal the first kiss of today."

"Don't worry Celene, he's for the both of us," Said Anora smilingly, "Isn't that right, my dear Aedan?"

"Heh, come here Celene, there's enough of me for us all," You said, beckoning an eager Celene who came over to kiss you as well, a dainty and demure maiden fulfilling her fantasy.

"I must admit though, I didn't expect both you - much less one of you - to actually come forward and marry me," You said, "I would have thought you more reserved about this sort of thing."

"True, marriages for Royals are always sensitive affairs that have to be carefully handled," Said Celene, "But I can confidently say marrying you would cause no issues. And besides, this is what we both want."

"Truly?" You ask.

"Yes, very much so," Said Anora with bated breath, "Truthfully, after I was confirmed to be pregnant, I was so scared you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me. If the nobles know about the baby's father... I'm afraid of what they do to me."

With a cadre of elite loyalists holding great influence and power in both Ferelden's and Orlais's political circles, it was guaranteed that none would dare directly go against the Inquisition or either of their respective monarchs. To target the unborn babe...

Even Corypheus would not be able to abate your fury at such a thought.

"I had to remind Anora that you, our dear Aedan, would always be there to protect us and our children no matter the enemy," Said Celene smilingly, placing a hand on her slightly swollen abdomen, "And this marriage of ours... it would not only complete our union, but also reassure us of your dedication as a lover... a father."

You hug the both of them gently.

"Thank you, both of you," You said.

"Alright, enough of the serious atmosphere," Said Anora, "Why don't we celebrate this night in a more... amorous manner?"

Celene giggled lightly, saying, "Hold on, there's a time and place for everything; why not you handle urgent affairs for now, Aedan? We have our own affairs to handle, and we certainly cannot ruin these dresses before the big event."

"Alright," You said, "But you'd best make the night one of the best night's I've ever had."

"On that, we promise you nothing but the best," Said Anora, winking slyly as she wiggled her chest.

Later that night, with your work done for the day and most platitudes received with a gracious poker smile, you quickly return to your quarters with a spring in your step, an almost silly-looking smile of happiness on your face that some studiously ignore.

Entering your bedroom, you are not disappointed at what you saw: Celene and Anora lying on your plush mattress, wearing little more than lacy thongs that barely concealed their pussies and baring all their skin, their round bellies arousing you with thoughts of them bearing more of your children.

"Enjoying what you see, Inquisitor?" Asked Celene, her Orlesian accent taking a sultry tone.

"Oh yes, indeed," You said.

"Well then, how about we consummate the night together?" Said Anora.

And so, you hastily strip out of your clothes and leap onto the bed, suckling their engorged breasts and tasting their sweet milk, lapping it like a hungry newborn babe.

"Aw, you little baby," Cooed Celene, "Hungry for your midnight snack?"

With a cheeky smile, you begin roughly fingering their pussies to wet them for the main course, reducing the two queens to a mess of moans and shaky orgasms as they cum on your fingers.

"Oh shit, yes!" Cried Anora, "I love being fingered like a needy whore!"

"Come on, Aedan! Don't keep us waiting!" Said Celene.

You oblige by thrusting into their pussies with great vigour, settling into a slow, hard rhythm that maximized the pleasure you felt from your flesh connecting in sweet ecstasy. The entire night was spent in such a manner, satisfying their pussies and asses and milking their breasts in a most spectacular orgy until you collapsed onto the bed in blissful exhaustion, bodies sweaty and stinky with the aroma of sex.

It was good to be Inquisitor.

It was a rare sight seeing the usually calm and stoic Loghain Mac Tir break down and cry on any occasion, much less on Anora's wedding, as Loghain gave his heartfelt congratulations. Light-hearted whispers were exchanged between onlookers, some praising the fatherly Mac Tir and his heart of gold, as they called it.

Perhaps because Anora's mother passed away untimely and both spent long years without her love, Anora's desire to be a mother trumped all other feelings and thoughts in her mind right now.

Standing in front of the altar, you were surrounded by colleagues, lovers allies and Lay sisters alike, the Revered Mother standing behind the altar to officiate the marriage.

Dressed in your best dress uniform (which was really just the standard red and blue), you anxiously awaited your wives-to-be, twiddling your thumbs and fidgeting where you stood.

Then, they entered.

Your breath was stolen at that moment, the ethereal beauty of Celene and Anora causing all to look with wonder and bewilderment.

"They're so beautiful..."

"Weren't they always beautiful?"

"Yes, but I didn't think they could be more beautiful than before...!"

Then, standing by your sides, Anora and Celene knelt alongside you as the Revered Mother held out her hands in a reverent manner.

"Do you, Aedan Cousland, swear solemnly to take Celene and Anora as your wives, and to always care for them in sickness and in health?" Said the Revered Mother.

“I, Aedan Cousland, swear unto the Maker and Holy Andraste to love these women for the rest of my days,” You said.

"Do you, Celene Valmont and Anora Mac Tir, solemnly swear to take Aedan as your husband, and to care for him in sickness and in health?"

"We, Celene and Anora, swear unto the Maker and Holy Andraste to love him for the rest of our days."

"Then with the Maker's and Andraste's blessing, I hereby pronounce you man and wives," Said the Revered Mother.

Cheers erupt in the main hall before you and your newly wed wives are brought forth for the commoners to see.

And a round of jubilant cheering erupted among the masses, men and women of Ferelden and Orlais celebrating the union of two countries as one under your benevolent rule.

That night, the celebrations changed to games, feasting and drinking, and all manner of expensive fare was brought out for the guests to spoil their palates with. From archery to cards, all sorts of games were played, some even exchanging discreet bets on potential winners.

It was good to be Inquisitor.

Revised and edited by ebanu