Callista Florius hated undead-filled caves and necromancers, and Wolfskull Cave had them both. Staggering through masses of cobweb and draugr bodies, the Imperial asked herself why she was doing this. Money wasn’t a necessity, perhaps it was her inherent desire to help anyone with a kicked-puppy expression like Varnius. In the end, it didn’t matter – she had jumped down a hole in the ground and now she had to go forward, whether she liked it or not. Blue light flickered across her face as she edged forward, and then she gasped in wonder as she came out into a huge cave, looking over at a tower, hidden below ground. Blue lights swirled around it, and voices echoed from the top.
“Wolf Queen! Hear our call, and awaken! We summon Potema!”
Potema? The Septim queen? Impossible. No one in their right mind would summon Potema Septim. She hurried down a nearby walkway, sniping the necromancer in front of her as the necromancers’ chanting filled the air. Were they mad? Potema Septim was one of the greatest necromancers in Tamriel and there had been a war last time she’d walked Nirn!
Callista made her way down to the bottom of the ruin, shooting down draugr and necromancers. She switched to sword and ward as she came into close contact with a draugr, ducking beneath its swing and planting her blade in its back. She soul-trapped each enemy, hurrying forward as a voice cried out loudly.
“Yes! Yes! Return me to this realm!”
Potema herself.
Callista felt her knees go weak. Potema sounded orgasmic, as though the summoning brought her pleasure. Her voice was powerful, and by the gods, Callista had always loved women with powerful voices. Dragonborn or not, being put in her place by a strong warrior or confident priestess was enough to make her wet, and Potema was raw, liquid magicka made form. It was difficult for her to continue without wanting to drop to her knees and finger herself.
“As our voices summon you, the blood of the innocent binds you, Wolf Queen!”
Callista kept fighting, headbutting a necromancer who got too close before she plunged her blade into him. Were they mad?! Not only summoning Potema, but binding her to them? That wasn’t possible, surely. Potema was too strong. The Wolf Queen, it seemed, agreed.
“You cannot bind me to your wills!” she raged, and the blue light above her twisted in anger. Callista sucked in a breath, exhaling heavily. If she kept talking like that…
“You ants don’t have the power to bind me!” the spirit proclaimed, and Callista let out an audible moan. Being bound by Potema…no, she had to concentrate, she had work to do! Powerful voice or not, the Wolf Queen was a dangerous force to toy with, and she had to find some way of defeating her or stopping the ritual before it all went crazy. Somebody innocent could get hurt if nothing was done to halt this madness.
She made her way to the base of the tower, and heard a change in the chanting. The ritual master had noticed the carnage, ordering her minions to find the intruder, and the blue spirit writhed above Callista. She reached the top of the tower, sword in hand, panting. The three necromancers seemed shocked to see her, but not as shocked as when she summoned twin Dremora, and charged into the ritual master like a vengeful wind. Her blades hit the woman’s gut, and the Nord was dead before she could lift a finger, her lackeys burning to death. Callista turned to face the spirit as the room shook.
For a second, it looked directly at her, and then it moved, flying through her and up, out of the cave via a hole in the roof. Callista was thrown backwards as magic blasted through her body, not to damage but something else entirely. She twitched, screaming and convulsing as pleasure rocketed through her system. She came, then and there, on the dirty floors with her Dremora watching. She felt it rise again, flooding her form, and she was paralysed by the orgasm, barely able to do more than scream as it took hold of her. When she could finally move, the pleasure winding down into a dull ache, she tried to stand, and her legs were like water. Her slit felt like it had been fucked brutally and expertly. She could still feel the sensation of a thousand mouths and fingers touching her, tasting and teasing her.
Lupine Dragon 1/7
“Wolf Queen! Hear our call, and awaken! We summon Potema!”
Potema? The Septim queen? Impossible. No one in their right mind would summon Potema Septim. She hurried down a nearby walkway, sniping the necromancer in front of her as the necromancers’ chanting filled the air. Were they mad? Potema Septim was one of the greatest necromancers in Tamriel and there had been a war last time she’d walked Nirn!
Callista made her way down to the bottom of the ruin, shooting down draugr and necromancers. She switched to sword and ward as she came into close contact with a draugr, ducking beneath its swing and planting her blade in its back. She soul-trapped each enemy, hurrying forward as a voice cried out loudly.
“Yes! Yes! Return me to this realm!”
Potema herself.
Callista felt her knees go weak. Potema sounded orgasmic, as though the summoning brought her pleasure. Her voice was powerful, and by the gods, Callista had always loved women with powerful voices. Dragonborn or not, being put in her place by a strong warrior or confident priestess was enough to make her wet, and Potema was raw, liquid magicka made form. It was difficult for her to continue without wanting to drop to her knees and finger herself.
“As our voices summon you, the blood of the innocent binds you, Wolf Queen!”
Callista kept fighting, headbutting a necromancer who got too close before she plunged her blade into him. Were they mad?! Not only summoning Potema, but binding her to them? That wasn’t possible, surely. Potema was too strong. The Wolf Queen, it seemed, agreed.
“You cannot bind me to your wills!” she raged, and the blue light above her twisted in anger. Callista sucked in a breath, exhaling heavily. If she kept talking like that…
“You ants don’t have the power to bind me!” the spirit proclaimed, and Callista let out an audible moan. Being bound by Potema…no, she had to concentrate, she had work to do! Powerful voice or not, the Wolf Queen was a dangerous force to toy with, and she had to find some way of defeating her or stopping the ritual before it all went crazy. Somebody innocent could get hurt if nothing was done to halt this madness.
She made her way to the base of the tower, and heard a change in the chanting. The ritual master had noticed the carnage, ordering her minions to find the intruder, and the blue spirit writhed above Callista. She reached the top of the tower, sword in hand, panting. The three necromancers seemed shocked to see her, but not as shocked as when she summoned twin Dremora, and charged into the ritual master like a vengeful wind. Her blades hit the woman’s gut, and the Nord was dead before she could lift a finger, her lackeys burning to death. Callista turned to face the spirit as the room shook.
For a second, it looked directly at her, and then it moved, flying through her and up, out of the cave via a hole in the roof. Callista was thrown backwards as magic blasted through her body, not to damage but something else entirely. She twitched, screaming and convulsing as pleasure rocketed through her system. She came, then and there, on the dirty floors with her Dremora watching. She felt it rise again, flooding her form, and she was paralysed by the orgasm, barely able to do more than scream as it took hold of her. When she could finally move, the pleasure winding down into a dull ache, she tried to stand, and her legs were like water. Her slit felt like it had been fucked brutally and expertly. She could still feel the sensation of a thousand mouths and fingers touching her, tasting and teasing her.
She felt alive.