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Lupine Dragon 2/7

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She immediately visited the Blue Palace to tell Falk what had happened before she went down to a place by the docks and spent some time with a Dunmer man and his Imperial wife. A little bondage, some teasing and a hard fuck later, she left the place sated, yet wanting more. The sensation of all those hands, those mouths touching her, had left her aching for an experience even they couldn’t satisfy. They had friends, she knew, and perhaps when the Potema incident was properly wrapped up she could ask them to arrange something. Callista was used to sharing, having more than one person in her bed – back on her parents’ estate, there were multiple servants who were called to attend to Lady Florius when she had her baths, and many of them came out hot from the steam and the heated room. It was the perfect cover for a small-scale orgy. One couldn’t forget the sensation of ten hands of either gender and sometimes different race running down smooth, wet skin, but Potema’s magic had topped even that.

For almost a week after her experience, Callista found herself needy, jumping into bed with whichever man would pet her and call her sweet names whilst he took her from behind, or any woman who would tie her up and put her in her place. She often woke up with couples like Adrienne and Ulfberth, or tied up with a few women. In Riften, she woke to Mjoll and Iona climbing out of bed, with her arms still secured above her head loosely. She wore herself out to try and forget Potema’s magic, but it didn’t work, and when she got a letter, delivered by a naked Rayya who slapped her arse and pushed her onto her knees, that asked her to come back to Solitude, she wanted to groan in frustration.

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Potema’s summoning, it transpired, had worked still, and now she was haunting Solitude’s catacombs, causing trouble and mayhem. Styrr informed her that Potema was bound to her remains, without physical form, but she was still dangerous even whilst incorporeal. And so Callista made her way down to the Temple of the Divines with an ache in her loins she knew a hundred lovers couldn’t sate. The broken wall in the Temple led down to a dark ruin, but Callista wasn’t afraid of the dark. It was the blue, vengefully glowing spirit hidden in its depths, with a power to make her quake, that was causing her discomfort. Had Potema seen into her head when she went through Callista’s body? With the Dragonborn’s weaknesses in her arsenal, Potema could do anything. She descended into the bowels, finding herself at the top of a set of steps, which she descended, turning a few corners as she drew her sword, kicking aside broken chairs and bits of pottery. Within seconds, she found herself at an iron gate with no way of opening it, and cursed.

“You’ve arrive at last,” she heard that voice purr. “The heroine who prevented me from being bound returns to my fold.”

Was it simply Callista’s imagination, or did the Wolf Queen stress the word ‘bound?’

“I have much to thank you for, little one,” it continued, and she stifled a whimper. “When you die, I will raise you, and you can take your place by my side. You’ll serve me soon enough.”

The iron gate flew open and Callista’s shaking fingers summoned Dremora. Little one. Oh gods, little one. Her first lover had called her that, put her on her knees with a leash and whispered it into her ear. The wisps of purple energy leaking from a relief of Potema seemed to stroke her flesh, the phantom sensation of fingers in her mouth, gripping her wrists tightly. She was right. Potema knew all her weaknesses, and she was willing to exploit them. Not seeing any way to go back, Callista went forward, creeping across the floor and through a room. She wafted away cobwebs from a door, sword drawn and Dremora behind her, making her way down another flight of stairs and into the darkness. Her Dremora leapt forward around a corner, taking out a draugr in the next corridor. Another threw himself down some stairs to plunge his blade into a vampire and her draugr thrall as Callista threw fire at them.