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Lupine Dragon 4/7

[(Anonymous)]

“So soft,” Potema moaned. “Your lovers must love smacking bruises into that skin.”

Callista felt herself putting up fire wards to warm the room, and dropping her gloves.

“W-what…uhhh,” the Imperial gasped, kicking off her ebony boots. “N-no…”

That sensation was beginning again, the thousand hands running over her skin, and they never stopped, only intensifying as she removed her helmet. Phantom lips touched her own, fingers trailing over her neck. Her armour seemed to come off of its own free will, and she barely remembered removing it. The clothes beneath the metal were ripped from her, and they, along with her smalls, found themselves in a brazier.

“I possessed you, little one,” Potema purred. “Now, straddle my throne, and on your knees.”

Callista got onto the throne of her own free will, knees apart as she held onto the head rest of the stone chair. She was dripping wet, needing Potema to put her in her place and make her cum until the Imperial would do anything to serve her. Did she want this? Plaything of the last Septim? By the gods, it was the only thing she wanted.

“I see your needs, little one,” Potema told her. Phantom hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples and squeezing softly. “You want your men to worship you and shower you with compliments even as they have you beneath them.” Callista whimpered, her hips riding the air as Potema stroked the sensitive nubs gently. “But your women…you want your women to put their teeth on your neck and show you some pain, some dominance. Hair pulling, spanking, a rough fuck, never letting you come until your body can’t take the pleasure any more. That’s what I’ll do to you, little one.”

The Imperial cried out in shock as something slapped her ass ruthlessly. Pain went through her system, not a lot, but enough to jolt her forward. Her other cheek was pinched before being stroked, nails running over it, but Potema quickly fell into a rhythm of abusing each pert bronze cheek. Her slit dripped with need as she shivered, each slap making her raise her ass submissively. The sting was lovely, and her fingers trembled. The hands on her breasts hadn’t left, so each slap was punctuated by her nipple being stroked or pinched. Her face turned red, sweat beading on her body. Potema was calculated, that was for damn sure, and the Wolf Queen knew where to slap to get the best noises from her Imperial host. Occasionally, Potema would pinch the soft cheeks without stopping the slaps, and the added nails summoned a strangled moan from somewhere in the back of Callista’s throat. The Imperial didn’t care by now – she wanted to cum, she wanted this to never stop. Her place was on her knees, dripping her essence onto Potema’s remains as the Wolf Queen possessed her. She was born to be possessed.

“You were made to submit. It’s in your body language,” Potema whispered. “You’re no whore, you’re a submissive, a bona fide submissive who wants to be taken. And I will take you. Your knees will tremble, and you’ll beg me to cum, and you’ll submit.”

The slaps to her ass continued for a few more seconds before they stopped. A thumb brushed over her nub and Callista’s back shot straight as an arrow. She needed to cum so badly, and the touch against the best part of her body had sent her from needy to desperate in less than a second. But it felt like Potema was suppressing her. The thumb brushed continually over her as fingers probed her slit, and Callista cried out helplessly as they toyed along her labia and rubbed at her softly. They spread her lubricant along her as they teased, and Potema smiled. She could feel her do it. A single finger slipped inside her, swirling around and gathering her lubricant before rubbing slowly at her nub. She should have exploded into orgasm but Potema controlled her, Potema stopped her from coming, and the Imperial sobbed. It teased the sensitive flesh as Potema moaned in her ear.

Lupine Dragon 6/7

[(Anonymous)]

“On your knees,” Potema decided, nails biting into Imperial flesh. “Mouth open, in front of a chair. With a leash around your neck fastened to an arm-rest. The women would sit in front of you, controlling your every move as you pleased them. There would be an array of instruments in front of them, and in return for what loyalty and power they could bring me, I’d give them an hour with you to do as they liked.”

Callista had once been licked by a Khajiit whilst two people fingered her, and nothing they had done could have prepared her for Potema’s oral skills. The tongue running along her slit and lapping her clit happened at the same time as three fingers fucking her into Oblivion. Unlike the physical hands, the bodies didn’t clash with each other, and the tongue lapped at her without being stopped by the fingers. The idea that she might die from the pleasure crossed Callista’s mind as Potema sucked hard at her clitoris, blows raining down on her arse. Each was open handed, sending a loud slap ringing through the chamber. How she hadn’t let go of the throne and dropped to the floor was amazing. It was either her determination to see this pleasurable torture through or Potema practically gluing her slender fingers to the stone that kept her there.

“An hour,” Potema mused. “Maybe two. The more they offer, the more time they get. But I’d never let them damage you, little one.”

Callista felt like she was being kissed, firm, soft lips against her own as tongues licked her breasts. They suckled on her nipples, teething softly. She whimpered and screamed into the mouth covering hers as she felt the Wolf Queen pulling her hair gently, followed by sharp tugs that sent her back up and down. Teeth met her neck, a tongue licking the column to raise dark love bites on her soft skin, and the Dragonborn bowed submissively. Potema was pulling out all the stops now, the Wolf Queen had stopped her seduction and was fucking her properly. The wet sounds of her body being adored resounded through the room as healing magic rolled through her intermittently, returning her ass to a soft, sensitive state.

The mouth sucking at her neck grew harsher, biting as something that was not a hand or a mouth pressed against her slit. It was, Callista realised, a cock, and not the hard yet velvet soft sensation of a man’s member, but the unyielding turgid smoothness of a false cock, one that would never cum in her or grow soft and become pliable. This was a promise of hours of orgasm. It rubbed against her petals, coating itself in her lubricant as she wiggled her plush butt to try and force it into her. She needed to be fucked, and if she didn’t come soon, the Dragonborn might lose her mind. The Wolf Queen spanked her, fingers moving faster as the mouths covering Callista’s body worked her to a frenzy. Potema pinched her nipples, rubbing her clitoris until the Dragonborn felt close to exploding. She writhed on top of the Wolf Queen’s chair, an exotic sight Potema intended to make full use of.

At the last bite, the last swat of Potema’s hand, the Wolf Queen plunged the sensation into Callista’s cunt and watched the Dragonborn cum so hard she almost fainted. More healing magicka, and Potema wasn’t going slowly, fucking the Dragonborn until the woman was clawing the stone, grunting and crying in pleasure. Potema heard Callista screaming her name, holding the throne as ecstasy crashed through her body again and again. Lubricant ran from the Imperial as wave after wave of pleasure caused her to squirm in delight. Potema loved this. The Dragonborn, the famed herald of hope from the prophecies, was a young Imperial woman who was submissive to anyone who could bite hard enough. Potema had no physical body of her own and Callista loved Potema’s touch. The Wolf Queen smiled inside her new host as Callista groaned, eyelashes fluttering. Flushed skin moved and twitched beneath each stroke of the Wolf Queen’s fingers. The spicy smell of Callista’s sweat filled the air, and finally, Potema let her stop coming.