“Sanguine?” Sadril began, confused. “Does everyone want a piece of me?”
“Yyyyup,” the Daedra agreed. “Peryite wants you to arrange his fuck’n potion cupboard and slay some mice or some shit. You ain’t seen anything of what Mephala wants from you, but a guy like you will enjoy it, I promise ya.”
The woman in his arms struggled out, and without thinking Sadril locked her in, growling. She instantly stilled, and he could smell the fear coming from her. Oh, but it was mixed with arousal. She wanted him, despite herself, and in Sanguine’s realm, he was only too happy to oblige her desires. His red tongue trailed up her neck, and she whimpered, her body relaxing a little. Her eyes were fixed on the mass of flesh in front of her, and both of them drank in each moan and cry of pleasure. Sanguine’s hand trailed down his back, and Sadril stiffened as he felt the fingers become more slender and feminine. When he briefly looked at the Daedra, a female was staring back at him, her lips curled lasciviously. Sadril was about to protest – he didn’t mind the male form – but Sanguine shushed him.
“No clue what Molag has for you either,” she purred. “Let’s just say, Mora’s treatment is a trip to the healer’s based on what Molag wants.”
She ran her fingers over his arse, pinching the cheeks and digging her nails in a little. Sadril jumped, letting the woman in his arms go, and she vanished into the throng as Sanguine licked a wet line up his ashen skin, biting gently. She curled her fingers into his hair and massaged the scalp gently, one finger going to his ear. Sadril went straight as a rod as his cock sprung to life, and she filled her hand with him pumping slowly back and forth.
“Mmm, Meridia was right about you,” she murmured, her tongue on his ear. “I want you to fuck me, Dragonborn. But first you’re going to cum in this girl’s mouth.”
There was a Redguard girl by his feet, her mouth open, and Sanguine moved his hips forward, pressing him past her lips into the hot, wet orifice. She got to work immediately, her tongue flicking the head and sucking softly at him. He shivered. A finger rubbed at his pucker, and then he found it sliding slowly inside. Mora’s oils were still inside him, and so Sanguine pushed in another digit with no issue. The Daedric Prince mouth softly at his shoulder, rubbing her fingers in and out of him as Sadril tangled his own in the Redguard’s hair. She leaned her palms onto his hips, bobbing her head back and forth over his length, sucking and moaning at regular intervals. This was even better than the sex with Hermaeus – was it sex? Was it just Mora getting him off? Either way, Sanguine was much happier to be hands on, and the fingers massaging his prostate were certainly a delicious addition. Teeth dug into his neck, sharp enough to add the most delicious tinge of pain, and he bucked, gasping. He shoved the girl’s head down onto his cock and dug his fingers into her scalp, fucking her mouth. For her part, the Redguard was enjoying the rough behaviour, clawing gently down his legs to spur him on until with a Shout he came.
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“Yyyyup,” the Daedra agreed. “Peryite wants you to arrange his fuck’n potion cupboard and slay some mice or some shit. You ain’t seen anything of what Mephala wants from you, but a guy like you will enjoy it, I promise ya.”
The woman in his arms struggled out, and without thinking Sadril locked her in, growling. She instantly stilled, and he could smell the fear coming from her. Oh, but it was mixed with arousal. She wanted him, despite herself, and in Sanguine’s realm, he was only too happy to oblige her desires. His red tongue trailed up her neck, and she whimpered, her body relaxing a little. Her eyes were fixed on the mass of flesh in front of her, and both of them drank in each moan and cry of pleasure. Sanguine’s hand trailed down his back, and Sadril stiffened as he felt the fingers become more slender and feminine. When he briefly looked at the Daedra, a female was staring back at him, her lips curled lasciviously. Sadril was about to protest – he didn’t mind the male form – but Sanguine shushed him.
“No clue what Molag has for you either,” she purred. “Let’s just say, Mora’s treatment is a trip to the healer’s based on what Molag wants.”
She ran her fingers over his arse, pinching the cheeks and digging her nails in a little. Sadril jumped, letting the woman in his arms go, and she vanished into the throng as Sanguine licked a wet line up his ashen skin, biting gently. She curled her fingers into his hair and massaged the scalp gently, one finger going to his ear. Sadril went straight as a rod as his cock sprung to life, and she filled her hand with him pumping slowly back and forth.
“Mmm, Meridia was right about you,” she murmured, her tongue on his ear. “I want you to fuck me, Dragonborn. But first you’re going to cum in this girl’s mouth.”
There was a Redguard girl by his feet, her mouth open, and Sanguine moved his hips forward, pressing him past her lips into the hot, wet orifice. She got to work immediately, her tongue flicking the head and sucking softly at him. He shivered. A finger rubbed at his pucker, and then he found it sliding slowly inside. Mora’s oils were still inside him, and so Sanguine pushed in another digit with no issue. The Daedric Prince mouth softly at his shoulder, rubbing her fingers in and out of him as Sadril tangled his own in the Redguard’s hair. She leaned her palms onto his hips, bobbing her head back and forth over his length, sucking and moaning at regular intervals. This was even better than the sex with Hermaeus – was it sex? Was it just Mora getting him off? Either way, Sanguine was much happier to be hands on, and the fingers massaging his prostate were certainly a delicious addition. Teeth dug into his neck, sharp enough to add the most delicious tinge of pain, and he bucked, gasping. He shoved the girl’s head down onto his cock and dug his fingers into her scalp, fucking her mouth. For her part, the Redguard was enjoying the rough behaviour, clawing gently down his legs to spur him on until with a Shout he came.