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For Thy Soul 2/14 - Hermaeus Mora 1/2
(Anonymous) 2015-01-23 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)“SO.”
Sadril jumped, looking up to see the eyes of Hermaeus Mora watching him calmly. Left alone without the sounds of battle for a few moments, he had become lost in his own thoughts. Mora, clearly, did not wish to see a precious investment killed to slake Boethiah’s bloodlust. The shapes curling behind Avril had been Mora’s appendages breaking through into Boethiah’s realm to fetch him. He must have been unable to get through previously due to Boethiah’s power. When she had been distracted the other Prince had taken advantage and swept Sadril out from under her feet. The Dunmer was half tempted to thank Hermaeus profusely. In fact, he was about to do so when a tendril curled around his leg.
“M-my Lord Mora, what are you- what are you doing?” he asked, almost feebly. The tendril slid lovingly up his calf, behind his knee and over his thighs. He felt it begin to unbuckle one of the straps connecting a greave plate to his leg. Soon, another wrapped around his other leg, removing his armour piece by piece. Each plate was discarded, thrown into the acidic water. Sadril felt disappointed by their passing. He had earned that mail in combat. It was his by right of victory. Yet Mora thought it worthless.
“That is…a relic of Boethiah,” Mora explained. “In my realm, it has… nothing . Boethiah shall have her artifact back, and I shall have my Champion, Dragonborn.”
Sadril shivered, whether in fear or something else, as Mora grasped the chain shirt beneath the plates and pulled it from the Dunmer’s body. That left only his cotton trousers, and the Daedra took a perverse amount of time sliding them from Sadril’s legs to reveal the loincloth beneath. Oh by the gods. A tendril slid under the cloth and Sadril moaned as it looped itself around his cock. Within seconds the mer was hard as iron, bucking his hips lightly into the stimulation while Mora squeezed gently on the solid, dark grey length. The tendril shifted, squeezing and rubbing and teasing. A second tentacle rubbed directly across the slit, which was beginning to gently weep cum. Another began to stroke his sack and the Dunmer fell back, groaning. Mora lifted him, putting him waist-deep in a nearby pool. It should have stung, but it didn’t, and something wiggled up his leg, probing his entrance.
Sadril’s eyes flew open and he tried to pull away, but tentacles shot from the inky pool and secured his arms, binding them behind him as the green appendages surrounded him and began to caress his body intimately. One licked across his lip and he chased after it, suddenly blinded by the tentacle that slid over his eyes. Wet tendrils stroked his neck softly and he shuddered, feeling them caress his rear. The liquid was viscous and oily and made a perfect lubricant. Sadril wondered if the Daedric Prince was sick enough to have thought of that. Oh gods, what had Miraak got up to in his spare time with oil like this constantly on hand? A cheeky pinch to one of his arse cheeks snapped him out of that thought as the Daedra now slowly primed his rear passage with the oil. Mora slid an appendage in inch by agonising each. There was some pain but Sadril like his men the way he liked his women – on top. And so the tendril managed to slide inside his anal cavity. Mora immediately went for the Mer’s prostate and Sadril screamed as sparks flashed behind his eyes.
For Thy Soul 2/14 - Hermaeus Mora 2/2
(Anonymous) 2015-01-23 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)-
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.