Gods, that pleasure was debilitating. He loved it. Yes, he was Dragonborn. He should desire to dominate. To force others to submit. Sometimes he did. But he also prized being tossed down by man, mer or woman and fucked stupid and rubbing his sweet spot was one way to get him incoherent by the end of a sex session. He’d not met enough women willing to touch it but the men in his life had shown no such restrictions. And oh, Divines have mercy on his soul, Mora knew everything. His body had no secrets from the Demon of Knowledge and each calm, measured stroke drove Sadril further to completion, accompanied by passionate cries and pleas for more.
The tendril round his cock moved faster, jerking him until with a Shout of passion Sadril spilt into the water, his vision going white. He had to admit, that was the first time he’d ever fucked a Daedra while sober, and it was amazing. Panting, he regained his breath as the tentacle slid from his eyes. Mora released his penis and slid from within him, seeming to watch the Dunmer’s red, open mouth inhale and exhale repeatedly. Sadril liked to think he looked good after sex, but he also knew it was likely he looked like a mess too. His cum floated to the surface, a slash of white in the green-black mess. Hermaeus had yet to release his hands, he realised, as he went to try and brush it away.
“My lord?” he asked weakly.
“I am not…through with you yet,” the Daedric Prince informed him.
A tentacle slid up his body to his lips, and Sadril barely had time to understand why before it was gliding into between his jaws. The black oil didn’t taste as bad as he’d originally thought, and certainly it helped as Mora ever so slowly increased the pace at which it took his mouth. He’d been in a similar position to this before, only it had been two Orcs and it hadn’t been nearly as pleasurable as just now. Tentacles started to rub his balls and he gasped in delight, twitching back into hardness as more wrapped around the now erect penis. It felt like a tight, slick hand had grasped his cock and was jacking him off. A tendril slid into his ass again, but it was quickly joined by another, and they began to fuck him, going in opposite directions. He sucked on the tentacle in his mouth, licking it and he could have sworn he heard Hermaeus Mora groan in pleasure somewhere in the background. It twitched, and spurted something into his mouth which tasted strange and made him cough. It kept spewing for a few seconds before it returned to fucking his mouth and throat. He clenched his arse cheeks and squeezed on the appendages in his rear. Both of them sputtered and came, sliding out and Sadril whined at the loss.
Very, very quickly, a thick, tapered tentacle, big as an Orc cock, rammed itself up his arse and fucked him blind. Sadril’s knees gave out and he nearly collapsed bodily into the pool of oil. Ironically it was only Mora’s tentacles that held him up. A tendril, lithe and wet as a tongue, lapped at the head of his cock and Sadril screamed in pleasure, trembling at the stimulation. Tentacles licked at the sensitive parts of his body, not only the sexual areas but his thighs and stomach. This time, his Shout of orgasm brought down several books. Mora left him, letting him down onto the stonework with the thick appendage still fucking his rear. Somewhere nearby, crickets chirped as they did on a Skyrim night, and Sadril froze – or attempted to as well as he could with a cock fucking him. Crickets? In Apocrypha? As a Seeker approached to tidy up the books, another dragged him out of the pool, the tentacle sliding out of his ass. The smell of the tundra reached his nose, and something darted across his vision.
“Hircine…you dare to try…challenging ME?” Mora demanded, and then, as Sadril stood, the ground beneath him changed. Soft grasses replaced cold metal and weathered pages. The sky overhead changed from acidic green to aurora-filled navy, and Mora’s roar of anger was cut off by the howling of a wolf. The next thing Sadril knew, he was looking out over plains and forests, and the sound of horns blared nearby.
For Thy Soul 2/14 - Hermaeus Mora 2/2
-
Gods, that pleasure was debilitating. He loved it. Yes, he was Dragonborn. He should desire to dominate. To force others to submit. Sometimes he did. But he also prized being tossed down by man, mer or woman and fucked stupid and rubbing his sweet spot was one way to get him incoherent by the end of a sex session. He’d not met enough women willing to touch it but the men in his life had shown no such restrictions. And oh, Divines have mercy on his soul, Mora knew everything. His body had no secrets from the Demon of Knowledge and each calm, measured stroke drove Sadril further to completion, accompanied by passionate cries and pleas for more.
The tendril round his cock moved faster, jerking him until with a Shout of passion Sadril spilt into the water, his vision going white. He had to admit, that was the first time he’d ever fucked a Daedra while sober, and it was amazing. Panting, he regained his breath as the tentacle slid from his eyes. Mora released his penis and slid from within him, seeming to watch the Dunmer’s red, open mouth inhale and exhale repeatedly. Sadril liked to think he looked good after sex, but he also knew it was likely he looked like a mess too. His cum floated to the surface, a slash of white in the green-black mess. Hermaeus had yet to release his hands, he realised, as he went to try and brush it away.
“My lord?” he asked weakly.
“I am not…through with you yet,” the Daedric Prince informed him.
A tentacle slid up his body to his lips, and Sadril barely had time to understand why before it was gliding into between his jaws. The black oil didn’t taste as bad as he’d originally thought, and certainly it helped as Mora ever so slowly increased the pace at which it took his mouth. He’d been in a similar position to this before, only it had been two Orcs and it hadn’t been nearly as pleasurable as just now. Tentacles started to rub his balls and he gasped in delight, twitching back into hardness as more wrapped around the now erect penis. It felt like a tight, slick hand had grasped his cock and was jacking him off. A tendril slid into his ass again, but it was quickly joined by another, and they began to fuck him, going in opposite directions. He sucked on the tentacle in his mouth, licking it and he could have sworn he heard Hermaeus Mora groan in pleasure somewhere in the background. It twitched, and spurted something into his mouth which tasted strange and made him cough. It kept spewing for a few seconds before it returned to fucking his mouth and throat. He clenched his arse cheeks and squeezed on the appendages in his rear. Both of them sputtered and came, sliding out and Sadril whined at the loss.
Very, very quickly, a thick, tapered tentacle, big as an Orc cock, rammed itself up his arse and fucked him blind. Sadril’s knees gave out and he nearly collapsed bodily into the pool of oil. Ironically it was only Mora’s tentacles that held him up. A tendril, lithe and wet as a tongue, lapped at the head of his cock and Sadril screamed in pleasure, trembling at the stimulation. Tentacles licked at the sensitive parts of his body, not only the sexual areas but his thighs and stomach. This time, his Shout of orgasm brought down several books. Mora left him, letting him down onto the stonework with the thick appendage still fucking his rear. Somewhere nearby, crickets chirped as they did on a Skyrim night, and Sadril froze – or attempted to as well as he could with a cock fucking him. Crickets? In Apocrypha? As a Seeker approached to tidy up the books, another dragged him out of the pool, the tentacle sliding out of his ass. The smell of the tundra reached his nose, and something darted across his vision.
“Hircine…you dare to try…challenging ME?” Mora demanded, and then, as Sadril stood, the ground beneath him changed. Soft grasses replaced cold metal and weathered pages. The sky overhead changed from acidic green to aurora-filled navy, and Mora’s roar of anger was cut off by the howling of a wolf. The next thing Sadril knew, he was looking out over plains and forests, and the sound of horns blared nearby.