Chapter 0 - Prologue and Chapter I (By Malak252)

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*Skyhold, Before the final assault against Corypheus at the Valley of Sacred Ashes*
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Ciri fumbled with the straps at her thigh that secured her sensitive length, a spark of nervous fear concerning the upcoming battle in her mind.
 
“May I aid you?” Her companion asked with a lilting but crisp accent.
 
Ciri smiled and turned to Josephine, her ‘Sweet Josie’ as she was want to call her in whispered exchanges. “Thank you Josie.” Ciri mumbled in a brief moment of embarrassment. “You’d think I would be used to this by now…”
 
Josephine’s experienced fingers secured Ciri’s member with ease in a few scant moments. She continued to help Ciri dress herself, sliding her tight dark trousers up to conceal the prodigious example of masculine sexuality between Ciri’s thighs with a brief moment of remorse.

The two shared a moment as Josephine tightened Ciri’s belt; Ciri tall and statuesque with Josie knelt before her calm and supplicant. Ciri gazed into her lover’s eyes, the eyes that gave her the confidence and pride she now held onto in the darkest of times. She thought back to her first steps on Thedas, the confusion, the Breach…
 
The Anchor in her hand pulsed at her side, its power a constant reminder of the threat that loomed over them all. In fleeing to this world she had traded one devil for another, and she was tired of running. 
 
In a few hours she would deal the final blow against Corypheus and free this world from his shadow. With him gone she could finally set her sights on saving her own world from the Hunt, but not yet. She had to focus on Thedas first.
 
As she drowned in her lover’s eyes she remembered her earlier days. She thought of her allies and friends, of everyone she had met since first coming to this land. She thought of the way her life had become entangled with theirs and her first real moments of happiness on this forsaken world.
 
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*Haven, Before the Sealing of the Breach*
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“I thought they would never stop arguing…” Ciri huffed and fell into her chair with a loud dramatic sigh.
 
“What did you expect when trying to force Mages and Templars to work together?” Cullen quipped with a sardonic smirk.
 
“I expected them to see sense. The breach threatens all of Thedas! This isn’t a time for us to fight each other.” Ciri spat out with a grimace.
 
“No offense Herald, but this is no petty squabble between those two,” Vivienne interjected with a scathing tone, “These mages have defied the necessary balance, and their stupidity has caused a lot of bloodshed. A few words of peace does not undo the deaths of family or friends.”
 
“Forgive me, but is it stupid to wish to be free from the prisons the Fereldan Templar’s had the gall to call Circles?” Dorian Inquired, “In the Imperium it is a privilege to join a Circle, we place mantles of respect on those that join, not shackles!” he said, his voice rising and a hint of red suffusing his tanned complexion.
 
Ciri raised a clenched fist and cleared her throat, stifling any further rebuttals, “That is enough! It is bad enough I have to deal with the bickering between the Mages and Templars, I won’t hear it from my closest allies, my friends…”

She fixed each one with a cold gaze until each and every one of her council nodded in acquiescence, “Good. There is a lot of work to be done, with the Mage-Templar matter settled for now we can finally focus on putting together an assault to seal the breach, once and for all. You’re all dismissed.”

The council, and assembled allies, saluted Ciri and dispersed to deal with the backlog of work still left. Ciri slid down her seat into a slump, exhausted after a long day spent arguing and debating.
 
“You look tense.” Josephine whispered into Ciri’s ear, her hands softly gripping the tense shoulders of her commander in chief.
 
Ciri jumped at the touch of her friend and a small blush of embarrassment burned upon her cheeks, “A-ah, Jo-Josephine, what are you d-doing?” She whispered quietly.

“I’m helping you.” Josephine said with a ‘no-nonsense’ tone, “You’re no good to us when you’re spun tighter than the finest Antivan silks.”

“S-sorry…it has just been a l-long day.” Ciri groaned out as Josephine’s hands worked her knotted muscles loose, “Y-you have no idea how g-good that feels.”
 
Josephine smiled as she looked over her leader’s shoulder, a glitter of recognition in her eyes as she caught sight of the fat bulge that wormed its way towards Ciri’s knee. Ciri, unaware of her currently displayed enjoyment, leaned into Josephine’s grip. She closed her eyes, leaned backwards, and mewled out her pleasure like a cat with a full saucer of milk.
 
“I think I can guess,” Josephine whispered, stifling a giggle as she moved to Ciri’s neck, “Are there any spots causing you any ‘particular’ problems?”
 
Ciri opened her eyes and blinked at Josephine. She followed her companion’s gaze to the visible bulge in her fitted trousers and blushed profusely. Startled, embarrassed, and confused, she jumped up from her seat. Unable to fully straighten due to her predicament, she staggered towards her rooms.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry! I um…I f-forgot of something uh…Important! Y-yes, something v-very important I have to ta-take care of immediately!” Ciri nearly shouted, her face red enough to shame a dozen sunsets.
 
Josephine smirked at Ciri’s antics and merely crossed her arms beneath her breasts, “My apologies, Herald. I’ll let you attend to your important matters. If you have any further need of me, you need only to call.”

Ciri stood there, squirming with hips canted away from Josephine’s line of sight, and wrung her hands together in clear discomfort, “Thank y-you, but I uh…I d-don’t think any f-further assistance will uh…will be required.”
 
Josephine hid her dissatisfaction and curtsied, “As you wish, Herald. Good night.” She stated before she departed from the room, much to Ciri’s relief.
 
Ciri stumbled to her room with utmost haste, crashing through the door only to slam it shut behind her. Her breath rattled like a bellows, her chest and face flushed with more than just embarrassment. She struggled with her belt, the discomfort of her trapped member having turned to pain during the short trip to her room.
 
With a loud snap she finally popped her belt loose only to watch the top two buttons of her trousers careen across the room, the threads that bound them having lost the fight against the beast trapped within. The loud tearing screech of leather felt like it echoed off the cozy confines of the wooden walls surrounding her as the crotch of her pants gave way to a pale anaconda of flesh.
 
Thick, long, and heavy; its own weight pulled its veined length towards the floor, despite being at full mast. The fat pink tip was mostly hidden within a fleshy wrinkled collar of skin and dripped a thick stream of cloudy fluid that began to puddle between her feet.
 
Ciri kicked off her ruined trousers to free the sperm-laden orbs below her terrifying shaft. She waddled towards her bed, every step accented by a syrupy splat as her ruddy tip belched out another glob of murky lubricant. She tore off her top, exhibiting her washboard abs and perky breasts. She twisted and fell onto her back, the cool woolen sheets a soothing comfort across her heated skin.
 
With a resoundingly wet smack, her massive member slapped between her breasts, its fist-sized tip resting in the crook of her neck. She looked down at the throbbing length of meat that traversed her entire torso, her hands insufficient to wrap around the ridiculous example of virility. The pounding of her heart drowned out all other sound and her rapid breaths tickled the drooling tip that rested just below.
 
Unable to delay any longer Ciri began to viciously and amateurishly pleasure herself. Her hands were far too small to fully cover her expansive length so she pressed her breasts together to caress the top of her veiny monstrosity. Her insufficient grip yanked and pulled at the bottom half of the thick tower of flesh as her hips jerked forward to thrust the top half between the perky flesh of her bosom. 
 
Unbeknownst to Ciri, her frantic manipulation had an audience. Josephine stood at the door to the Herald’s room with a struggle raging inside her. The cacophony of muffled grunts and groans originating from her leader’s room battered her ears, and her thighs rubbed against each other in arousal. She wanted desperately to enter the room, yet she could recall Ciri’s reaction each time her ‘difficulty’ manifested itself.
 
In her mind she could still see the look of embarrassment and fear that plagued Ciri whenever her condition acted out; When Ciri dismounted her horse as they arrived at the recent gala for the Empress, when Sera had hugged Ciri from behind and declared her ‘The best arse in all of Thedas!”, or just moments ago in the council chambers when Josephine had massaged her shoulders. A dozen small moments followed by the Herald excusing herself shortly after.
 
Josephine sighed at the unfairness of it all, Ciri had so many problems to tend to yet was still crippled by shyness and embarrassment over her gift. The sounds that came from behind the door were not shy, nor embarrassed, however and Josephine squirmed against the burning heat between her legs. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t keep herself from kneeling at the door to peer through the large keyhole.
 
She barely suppressed her gasp at the sight that awaited her. There upon her bed, Ciri was… Josephine swallowed heavily. Her mind had blanked for a brief moment when confronted with the deliciously naughty sight before her. Josephine blinked rapidly to help clear her thoughts and returned to her peeping. Ciri currently, for lack of a better phrase, humped her own chest while her hands frantically pleasured a member that would make a stallion blush.
 
The heat between Josephine’s legs escalated from campfire to furnace and she could feel her undergarments become soaked in liquid arousal. She clenched her teeth to hold back a moan as she became sexually drunk on the sight before her. She couldn’t hold herself up any longer and leaned against the door, her knees rubbery from the intense sensations that pulsed through her.
 
Meanwhile, Ciri’s fervor had reached a crescendo, her hands and hips blurred in a desperate rut. She could feel the swelling pressure in the pit of her gut and her taut orbs pulled up close to her throbbing member as her release approached. She grit her teeth and groaned loudly as she hurdled towards her peak.
 
The resounding crash of her door as it slammed open, as Josephine fell forward into her room, caused her arousal to flat line. She squeaked in near terror and tried to wrap her blanket around herself. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes in shame at her secret activity discovered, and subsequently at her rebuked attempt to achieve release.
 
“Josephine! W-what…what are you doing?!” Ciri gasped out in surprise as her body shook in shame and fear.
 
Josephine blinked as she stared at the floorboards, her mind muddled and her forehead throbbed. She had been leaning into the door, her hands busy beneath her dress, when it suddenly slipped open. So caught up in the moment, Josephine hadn’t been able to catch herself before she face-planted into Ciri’s room.
 
She pushed herself back up to her knees and looked bashfully up at the reproachful gaze of the Herald. Her caramel skin turned red as she lustfully gazed at Ciri’s insufficient cover, her legs bared and the tip of her member peaked up from the top of the blanket.
 
“I…um…I was just…uh…checking up on you?” She improvised ashamedly.
 
“C-checking up on me?” Ciri scoffed, her embarrassment and fear slowly turned to anger, “Could you not have knocked?”
 
“I just…wanted to help.” Josephine whispered, her head bowed, unable to maintain eye contact.
 
Ciri swallowed heavily, suddenly miserable at the tone she took with her friend. She looked down at her insistent erection, which hadn’t flagged in the slightest despite her obvious turmoil. She chewed at her bottom lip and struggled to find the right words.
 
Her mind too frazzled to think straight, she went with her gut and merely whispered, “How?”
 
“W-what?” Josephine stuttered as she raised her head to meet Ciri’s gaze.
 
“How um…how would you help?” Ciri asked, her voice barely a whisper, a blush firmly entrenched upon her features.
 
Josephine beamed in pleasure and Ciri had to swallow at the glow of joy her question brought. Josephine pushed herself to her feet and turned to shut and lock the door. Josephine closed the distance between her and Ciri, a small smile fixed in place.
 
She sat on the edge of the bed as Ciri chewed her lip in anticipation. Josephine reached out to remove the blanket between them but paused to look at Ciri for confirmation. Ciri nodded her head slowly, almost woodenly as her body worked on autopilot, her mind was too frayed to really comprehend her circumstances.
 
Josephine pulled the blanket aside to reveal Ciri in all her glory. She gasped at the massive length that traversed Ciri from Crotch to neck. It had looked massive from the door, and now up-close it was even more imposing. Josephine’s belly trembled in a twist of fear and arousal at its size and reached out with a shaky hand to grip the bulky missile.
 
Her hand attempted to wrap around the bloated member but barely encompassed half its girth. Ciri moaned out at the unexpected sensation, the first person other than herself to caress her rod. The fat red tip, still mostly hidden beneath a wrinkled foreskin, spat out a thick wad of precum that glanced off Ciri’s chin, causing the ashen-haired girl to gasp in surprise. Josephine giggled and added her other hand into the mix as she slowly worked the tumescent length, hot enough to have felt as if it should burn her hands.
 
“I…learned…many things in Orlais…” Josephine panted as her hands felt across the expansive iron hard rod, “There were many…um…books on the subject of…coitus.”
 
Josephine wrapped her hands around the massive pillar, barely able to touch thumbs and fingertips around it,“As a Bard, y-you’re expected to know…these things, but I never got any…hands on experience…” She burst into laughter at her ill-time pun, and Ciri fell victim to her contagious humor.
 
The absurdity of the whole situation became too much for either of them and they laughed until tears trailed down their faces and their tummies hurt from the continued mirth. The two young women leaned against each other, the laughter having cut through the tension with ease. Ciri looked into Josephine’s eyes and pulled her into a deep soulful kiss.
 
Their tongues wrestled with each other as they each began to disrobe Josephine together, and within moments the pair were equally denuded. Josephine pushed Ciri onto her back and straddled the pale girl, their kiss never breaking. Ciri’s member was pressed between two sets of abs, one toned the other soft, which caressed the massive shaft between them like silken bliss. The head of her rod was sandwiched between two pairs of luscious breasts, each pressed against the other, their nipples hardened in the heat of the moment.
 
Josephine broke their kiss and leaned back as her hands pressed the impressive weight of Ciri’s member to her own chest. She fondled the rod of her desire with deft fingers as she slowly traced every vein along the path of flesh that connected the two women.
 
“Josephi…Josie, m-my s-sweet J-josie! Your h-hands feel a-amazing!” Ciri exclaimed while she writhed beneath the caramel goddess above her.
 
Josephine beamed from Ciri’s comments, as only Leliana had ever used her beloved nickname. She planted a quick kiss onto the fist-like tip before her and slowly worked the concealing foreskin back. The thick skin rolled back slowly to expose the thick cap atop that fleshy spear, the sight of which sent a shiver of awe down Josie’s spine.
 
"The diagram said to focus...” Josie mumbled as her fingers tickled beneath the ruddy flange of Ciri's member, “I believe it was...here!" She exclaimed as her fingertips deftly stroked the frenulum beneath Ciri’s stone-hard glans.
 
Ciri gasped in pleasure and the slit atop her shaft dripped copious amounts of precum that trailed down onto Josie's manipulative digits. Josie couldn’t keep the smile from her face, pleased as punch her knowledge is finally useful. She slowly humped the tower of flesh against her whole body, her sex dripping its arousal unto the large orbs beneath her drooling quim.
 
Josie licked and kissed Ciri’s tip, her hands locked around its girth. She humped against its base, her engorged labia split open so she could massage her needy clit against its hardened length. Ciri gripped the bedsheets, her eyes clenched shut and her teeth grit at the assault of sensations across her shaft. Josie moaned around the fat head of Ciri’s cock as she sucked it into her mouth, her lips spread comically around its exaggerated width.
 
Ciri’s eyes snapped open to look at Josie in awe as her cock filled her friend’s mouth near to bursting. Josie’s eyes however, rolled into the back of her head when a small burst of cum filled her mouth. She rolled the white sticky fluid around her mouth, its flavor unique to her sex-addled mind; sweet like fresh honey, tangy like wild berries, and smooth as the finest chocolate.
 
She swallowed the meager serving greedily and began to suck feverishly for another helping. Her tongue delved across the fat tip crammed into her mouth, easily becoming seated in the gaping slit that adorned it. She flicked her tongue back and forth, begging for more. When met with only a small spurt of precum her she jammed her tongue deeper, eager to pull forth that sweet ambrosia.
 
Ciri stared at Josie with wide eyes as the caramel-skinned goddess began to probe her shaft’s innards with her elegant tongue. Josie’s slender tongue slid easily into the oversized orifice. She caressed and licked every millimeter she crossed in an attempt to coax more of that delicious fluid forth from the depths of the monstrous member.
 
“J-josie! I’m g-gonna…OH GOD, CUMMING!” Ciri shouted out as she leapt forward to grasp the sides of Josie’s head.
 
Ciri pulled herself up so she could kiss the forehead of the goddess that could bring her so much pleasure, subsequently cramming more of her length in Josie’s battered mouth. Josie blinked in surprise at Ciri’s grip and her eyes crossed as that bulging tube tunneled into her throat, dislodging her tongue from the yawning urethra.
 
Ciri’s hips bucked once, then twice, before her fat cock exploded. Josie’s eyes bulged as a massive torrent of that spermy ambrosia blasted into her mouth with such force it began to fill her stomach without her even swallowing. Ciri twitched and bucked through her orgasm, each pulsing stream of semen deposited straight into Josie’s slowly expanding tummy.
 
Meanwhile, Josie could only see stars, her vision exploded in white as the first blast ricocheted off the bottom of her stomach. Her engorged peach spasmed, a spray of feminine arousal coated her thighs as she burst in sympathetic orgasm. Every blast of semen triggered another orgasm from her needy nethers, her body clenched in unfulfilled desire. Her lower lips twitched, ready to be stretched, the need alone enough to scale the blissful peaks of pleasure.
 
Ciri calmed and she pulled her throbbing length from Josie’s lips. She watched as the young woman swayed drunkenly as sperm drooled from her slack lips. Josie’s gaze was focused on her bloated belly, curved as if with child, so heavy it rested against the bed between the two women’s legs.
 
“Jo-“ Ciri panted as if she had run for miles, “Josie?”
 
Josie quirked her head as her hands trailed over the inflated tummy, tickling the sensitive stretched skin. The skin was taut, yet unmarred from marks of strain or tearing. She hiccupped, a small trail of semen still dangling from her lip, as her hands studied her now outie bellybutton. She sighed in pleasure, her pussy still throbbing with need, the sheets beneath them soggy with moisture, and slowly fell backwards.
 
“Josie!” Ciri shouted in alarm as her friend seemingly fainted. She gripped Josie’s shoulders and slowly lowered her onto her back, the mound of her belly a small hill on the bed, “Josie, my sweet Josie, I’m so sorry. Can you hear me?”
 
Josie blinked up at Ciri’s worried expression, “Hi Ciri…” She said listlessly, “You’re really pretty…even your scars…did I ever tell you that?” She trailed off, her right thumb tracing the scar across Ciri’s cheek.
 
“No, you haven’t.” Ciri said, surprising herself by still finding a reason to blush, “Are…um…are you okay?”
 
“Me?” Josie giggled, seemingly drunk on pleasure, “Oh yes, just ah…too much to drink I think? Hehehe…” She giggled, wriggling around beneath Ciri. “We’ll perform um…intercourse now, yes?”
 
“W-w-w-what?” Ciri stuttered as she stumbled back from Josie, putting distance between the two on the bed.
 
Josie propped herself up on her elbows, her laden middle beyond her physical capability at the moment, “Yes, intercourse. That is when the man, you in this case, takes their pe-“

“I know what it is!” Ciri exclaimed shrilly. “I mean, y-you…um…you really want to lay with someone like me?”
 
Josie looked at Ciri blankly, then to her stomach, and back to Ciri, “Really Herald?” She quipped, her hand across her mouth fighting back more laughter.
 
“I-I just mean um...what if you become with child?” Ciri muttered out as she struggled with the vestiges of her insecurity.
 
“If I became with child?” Josie said through a smile, her face seemingly glowing, “With my complexion and your eyes, it would be a beautiful child. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Ciri felt numb at Josie’s acceptance. She figured Josie just wanted a quick roll in the hay, but here she was willing to commit to something greater. Ciri snapped from her own thoughts as the warmth from Josie’s words burned in her heart and nodded her head in agreement.
 
“Then come here Ciri, I need you so badly.” Josie moaned as her hands caressed her bulging middle, “Take me Ciri, please!”
 
Ciri stumbled forward in eager anticipation, taking her place between Josie’s outstretched legs. She grabbed her flagging length, pumping it a few times to help it finish rising to the occasion. She fixed her gaze on her target, the plump meaty peach drooling between Josie’s thighs.
 
It appeared carefully groomed, adorned only by a small tuft of hair at its peak. The outer labia were so engorged they were nearly closed, suffused with the blush of arousal, and the inner lips barely peaked out, swollen and dripping feminine lubrication. Atop her glistening slit rested her erect clit, the size of her pinky tip and throbbing in need.
 
Ciri maneuvered her now iron-hard rod into place, pressing its massive tip against Josie’s folds. The gargantuan glans obscured most of Josie’s sex from Ciri’s view, and she quailed at the discrepancy.

“I um…I don’t know if…if I’ll fit…” Ciri said dejectedly.
 
“Try, Ciri.” Josie panted, her hands gripping her own pert breasts as her thumb and forefinger teased her nipples, “Make…make it fit.”
 
Ciri swallowed heavily and nodded her head. She slowly pushed forward until the tip of her spear was centered against Josie’s undersized hole. Ciri moved her hands to grip Josie’s hips.
 
“Re…ready?” She asked, trying to control her breathing.
 
“I’m yours Herald.” Josie moaned as she pulled at her hardened nipples.
 
Ciri pushed and…nothing happened. The massive crown atop her shaft mashed against Josie’s sex yet made no headway. Ciri grunted and pushed again, harder. Her meaty pillar smashed against Josie, vying for entry. Ciri groaned in pain as her cock bowed under the strain. Ciri strained, sweat began to bead across her body, and all of her muscles tightened until they stood in relief beneath her skin.
 
“Gggggguuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!” Josie groaned and howled, her eyes wide and her back arched as a sickening squelch echoed through the room not unlike that of a foot into mud, or a churn full of butter.
 
Ciri looked down at their union, seeing that over half her inhuman length had delved into Josie’s tight grasping innards. She pulled back, the salacious liquid sound music to her ears and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of blood smeared along her length.
 
“Josie!” Ciri exclaimed, “You’re bleeding!”
 
Josie moaned, lost between pain and pleasure from the massive staff buried within her, “I-i-it’s ok-okay…I nev-never…laid wi-…with anyone before…”
 
Ciri’s worries were not so easily settled and she paused in her ministrations. She panted as every twitch, every squirming movement, from Josie coiled that velvet vice around her submerged member. Nothing had felt as good as this for Ciri, as complete.
 
“Oh god Ciri, you’re…sooooo big.” Josie groaned out, her body twisting on the bed as she struggled to control herself, “I can t-take it…more, you can give m-me more…”
 
Ciri struggled for a brief moment over her worry for Josie and her desire to give her anything she wanted, until she once again gripped Josie’s hips. She pulled again, forcing her cock to slowly tunnel deeper into Josie’s soaking quim. Inch after inch caused Josie to squeal and writhe, her entire body rippling in something beyond pain or pleasure.
 
Ciri felt the knob-end of Josie’s cervix pass over the tip of her spear, her length coming to rest at the back of the rippling tunnel of flesh, Josie’s fornix stretched across her glans with only two-thirds of length basking within that inner warmth.
 
“Y-you’re so…tight!” Ciri groaned out between clenched teeth, afraid to move lest she burst already.
 
“So good!” Josie moaned, her hands back on her tummy, “I…I can’t stop….every time y-you move…” She struggled to speak, her body in spasms, “Every s-single time…I cum.”
 
“I’m so close” Ciri whispered as she leaned over Josie’s gravid belly, her hips moving in small thrusts.
 
The two women moaned into each other’s mouths as their lips met, tongues battling each other like skilled fencers. Ciri mauled the pert flesh of Josie’s breasts, savage in her rising need. Her hips rutted like a wild dog, fluids from both women squelching out from their union. Josie’s nails trailed down Ciri’s back, long red tortured lines in their wake, yet the pain was only a spice to the ecstasy from their union.
 
Ciri groaned out as she wrapped her arms underneath Josie’s armpits and gripped her shoulders from behind. She pulled Josie closer, breaking their frantic kissing, and they rested their chins on each other’s shoulder. Ciri’s eyes glazed over, her hips slammed into Josie viciously, and a keening wail rose from both their chests in concert.
 
“JOSIE!” “CIRI!” The two women screamed in unison as their worlds exploded in ecstasy.
 
To Ciri it felt as if her insides had been punched out through her cock, each gushing blast coring her genitals. To Josie it was like a horse kicked her in the belly repeatedly, yet only white bliss exploded from each resounding blow. The two women twitched and spasmed against each other, struck by a lightning bolt of sexual energy.
 
Ciri felt Josie push her away, her glassy eyes forced into focus as her brow knitted in confusion. She looked to Josie, to question her when the words died on her tongue. Josie stared back at her, equally perplexed, and together their gazes looked between them. There, the swell of Josie’s already bloated tummy had grown, was growing, its massively gravid size now pushing the two women apart.
 
Ciri pulled herself loose, a continuing streamer of semen spilling from her spent length, “Oh…my…god…” She said, unable to believe the size Josie had reached. She looked to be at full term, with twins.
 
“Wow…” Josie said, her heavy belly resting in the soggy remains of Ciri’s bedspread.
 
Ciri, now free from the fog of lust, ran to her closet to pull out spare towels, clothes, any fabric she could use to help clean up her mess. After a dozen minutes she had sequestered the sheets and blankets beyond salvaging without multiple washes and found herself laid out beside Josie, who adjusted the towel between her own legs.

“That um….that was…” Ciri struggled to find the words.
 
“Wonderful.” Josie finished for her with a small smile.
 
Ciri laughed with chagrin as they spooned together on her ruined bed. Her thoughts moved slowly, still muddled after all that had happened in so short a time.
 
“I...” Josie started, now herself seemingly at a loss for words.
 
“Y-you don’t have t-“ Ciri interrupted only for Josie to interrupt her back.
 
Josie looked around the room nervously, eyes downcast, “I was just w-wondering if…” She paused and seemed to steel herself, “um…do you plan to court me officially?”

Ciri looked at her in confusion, “What?”

“I-I’m just curious if…um…you actually want to be together…” Josie said in a whisper.
 
Ciri studied Josie with a blank look upon her face and Josie slightly squirmed at the eerie similarity to their previous exchange. She captured her lover’s gaze before she dropped her sight upon the still swollen belly that rested upon the bed.
 
She raised her sight back to Josie’s, “I thought our talk of a child would answer that question.”
 
“Bastards aren’t that uncommon in Antiva…” Josie said as hope blossomed within her breast.
 
Ciri grabbed Josie’s hand, “No child of mine will grow up a bastard. I swear to it. As long as you will have me, I will be there…for the both of you.”
 
Josie studied Ciri’s adamant gaze, both hands grasped around Ciri’s own, and her small smile turned nervous, “I think I love you.”
 
Ciri thought she would be stunned to hear such words, yet she only felt her own passion burning within her chest, “I think…I think I love you too Josephine.”
 
Josie snuggled in tighter to Ciri, “Say it again.”

“I love you,” Ciri whispered into her lover’s ear, “My sweet Josie…”
 
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*Skyhold, shortly after the Herald is proclaimed as Inquisitor*
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Leliana slid out of the hidden passage, her face a mask of fury. She stomped through the halls of Skyhold, her vision red.

“Spymaster?”
 
Leliana turned towards the scout, “WHAT!?”
 
“Uh, the reports you asked for. Um…here…” The young toe-headed scout mumbled sheepishly, his hand thrust out with a bundle of parchments.
 
Leliana snatched the papers from his grip, “You’re dismissed.” She said with a snarl.
 
The blonde boy bowed and dashed away, eager to be free from whatever had riled the fiery haired rogue. Leliana stood there, the reports crumpled in her grip, seething. Every time she closed her eyes she saw them together again, the image burned into her mind.

‘How could they?!’ She screamed in her own mind, ‘Right beneath my nose!’
 
She had thought something was wrong with the Inquisitor after the proclamation. She had watched as Ciri took on a pained look and limped away after the procession, Josie in tow. She followed them, quickly sneaking through one of the myriad of hidden passages when they entered the Inquisitor’s sitting room.
 
She saw them together as they stood in that sitting room, their mouths entwined in Sapphic joy. They mauled at each other’s breasts in unbridled passion. When Ciri pulled Josie’s nipple to her mouth, suckling like a babe, Leliana fled from the sight.
 
She couldn’t understand why they would hide it from her. Why Josie of all people would keep this from her. She felt betrayed but that betrayal warred with her worry. The Inquisitor held a dangerous post, there was no sense pretending otherwise, and the last thing she wanted was for Josie to be hurt. She wondered again why Josie hadn’t even spoken to her before making this choice.
 
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She realized, in a moment of clarity, that what really galled her, was how it had slipped by unnoticed. She scolded herself for becoming complacent. She should have seen the signs. How Ciri’s early timid behavior had seemingly evaporated overnight. How her and Josie had begun taking dinner together, often staying up late each night to plan ‘strategy’. The quiet looks, the sneaked touches, it all screamed at her now in hindsight.
 
She felt a fool, and it infuriated her. She struggled to calm her nerves, and smoothed the crumpled reports. She slowly read through them as she performed a breathing exercise. She finished the reports as the plan formed in her mind. She looked through the papers again to be sure, and smiled.
 
These reports would be perfect to get her what she wanted. Some much needed time alone with the Inquisitor to...reconcile their differences. She wiped the smile from her face and strode through the halls calmly to prepare.
 
There was much work to be done.