Within Skyhold, of course

If you were going to start your breeding revolution, why not do so in your home base? The Inquisition surely has many in need of great sex and enhanced wombs, and you will need plenty of half-bloods to form your power base.

It didn't take more than a week for the rest of Skyhold's inhabitants to completely change into sex-crazed fiends.

Throughout the mountain fortress, men and women were engaged in a non-stop orgy of constant sex, the women begging for the men to fill their fertile wombs with virile semen. Humans with Elves, Elves with Dwarves, Dwarves with Humans, and the list went on.

"Oh, yes! Fill me with that Elven semen! Ram your huge cock into me!"

Josephine was bent over her desk, an Elven attendant ramming his cock deep into her Antivan pussy, the hapless Diplomat leaking profusely onto the floor as she grabbed onto her desk for life, her tits bounding wildly from her torn dress.

Leliana, as always, was busy servicing your needs like an eager whore, her pussy overflowing with your semen. Stark naked and drenched in sweat, her eyes were vacantly staring past you, her tongue lolling out on its own accord with every moan of pleasure she uttered. Your lips were sucking on her nipples, her breasts having slightly enlarged within just a week of pregnancy - a mind-blowing fact that was evident in so many of your women.

And with mind-shattering pleasure, she orgasmed once again, your cock pumping its fifth load into her womb. Trembling and shaking, she was utterly exhausted and collapsed onto you, panting heavily and unable to move a muscle.

Just then, Fiona entered your office, plastered in cum and sweat and buck naked save for scraps of cloth. In her hands was a a roll of parchment, magically protected against any form of staining.

"I-Inquisitor," Said Fiona, tired and walking on shaky legs, "Here's the recent report on the development of the Panacea."

Panacea was the term you used to label the miraculous, body-enhancing **** your mages have perfected and refined, and within a week they made additional breakthroughs with the experiments they have performed on your orders. You take the parchment from her hands and said, "Thanks, Fiona. Go ahead and enjoy yourself as a reward."

Though seemingly tired, Fiona smiled goofily at the thought of sex, and bowed in gratitude as she left.

You opened the parchment and are pleased at its contents as you read.

It was, in fact, ridiculously easy to modify the recipe just a little bit in order to work for the Dwarves as well, and now your Dwarven followers were eager to breed their children into the world. And aside from making the body more sexy and beautiful, it also helped heal internal organ damage and ailments that prevented pregnancy, and made the body generally stronger and more athletic. Even better, the gestation period for children would be drastically cut down from nine months to just under twenty days, though whether it would affect their growth is another thing.

Were the additional effects intended or not? You believed it the former, since the Elves likely wanted to breed strong children into the world.

Likely, Orlais may try to get in your way through the Chantry they controlled, but what better way to take down a powerful nation than from within?

You pat Leliana's head affectionately, smiling as your planted a kiss on her head.

"Sleep well, my pet," You said, "When the time comes, you will be Empress of all of Thedas, and sire of the Surana Dynasty. You will rule as my Empress, where all shall be equal in the light of our Empire, where all other nations and the Chantry shall be crumbled to dust."

Leliana, unaware of your words, mumbled sleepily with a smile.

A small black raven flew through the forests, unseen and unnoticed by anyone. Small and insignificant, none took any interest in it, and predators who would hunt it were resting for the night.

It then reached an Elven camp, picked up by a curious Elven scout on night vigil. He saw the insignia on the wax seal, and hurriedly went to the Keeper's Aravel where he knocked on the door.

The tired Keeper poked her head out, asking, "What's the rush...?"

"Beg your pardon, Keeper Marethari, but we've got a message," Said the scout, "It's from the Inquisition."

Marethari took the sealed message and opened it, and as she read its contents, her eyes began to widen significantly. She then burned the message in a brazier, and said to the scout, "Say nothing about the message, and return to your duties. I will handle matters from here."

"As you command, Keeper," Said the scout.