Aronil gently awoke to a glorious feeling. He opened his eyes and saw the Priestess straddling his thighs, his large Altmer erection being caressed by her small, warm Breton hand. He was surprised to find himself naked, noticing his skin was once again a glimmering golden hue and he could feel the strength once again in his body. He touched his chest and felt something about his neck. He looked down to see an amulet of Mara there.
Aronil looked back to the Priestess and saw she was not wearing her robes, but rather a thin sheath made of pale linen, her long red hair about her shoulders, her full breasts burgeoning from under the sheer material, an amulet of Mara perched between the two globes.
"Welcome back from your slumber Aronil. I hope you have had a restorative sleep." She smilled, one hand still gently stroking his hard, sensitive length. He returned her smile and nodded.
"Yes my mistress. I have, all in thanks to you."
"Mistress? Do you think I am to be your Master?" she purred, an eyebrow raised playfully.
"I will be your humble servant to the end of my days." Aronil pledged in a breathy tone.
"Then you are ready to give up ties to the Thalmor, their pursuits, and submit yourself to the service of Mara?" He could see wetness leaking through her dress, her breasts full and ready again to be suckled.
"Mara has been so merciful and bountiful," Aronil said, sitting up, putting a hand upon her shoulder, tracing his fingers down to her breast, gently grazing the bulging rise, "I will be in the Mother's service for all eternity. You have but to ask, and it shall be done." The Priestess looked pleased, she brought her other hand to his erection, now stroking with both, causing her arms to squeeze her large breasts and causing them to greatly leak onto her dress, making the top front nearly all wet and see through. Aronil could smell the warm milk and his cock leapt in her hands. His mouth watering for her.
"Aronil, Mara requires your seed. She will send a warrior to vanquish the Thalmor and unite the provinces in peace and prosperity. This is against the will of Akatosh and Lorkhan who desire an end to the era, but Mother Mara wishes to save her true children. Will you heed her call? Will you abandon all gods except Mara?" Aronil thought for a moment. This was asking him to forsake all he knew and held dear, but only Mara saw fit to save him. As with the mushrooms, he knew not what to do, but followed instinct and whispered:
"The Wheys of Mara" 5/?
Aronil gently awoke to a glorious feeling. He opened his eyes and saw the Priestess straddling his thighs, his large Altmer erection being caressed by her small, warm Breton hand. He was surprised to find himself naked, noticing his skin was once again a glimmering golden hue and he could feel the strength once again in his body. He touched his chest and felt something about his neck. He looked down to see an amulet of Mara there.
Aronil looked back to the Priestess and saw she was not wearing her robes, but rather a thin sheath made of pale linen, her long red hair about her shoulders, her full breasts burgeoning from under the sheer material, an amulet of Mara perched between the two globes.
"Welcome back from your slumber Aronil. I hope you have had a restorative sleep." She smilled, one hand still gently stroking his hard, sensitive length. He returned her smile and nodded.
"Yes my mistress. I have, all in thanks to you."
"Mistress? Do you think I am to be your Master?" she purred, an eyebrow raised playfully.
"I will be your humble servant to the end of my days." Aronil pledged in a breathy tone.
"Then you are ready to give up ties to the Thalmor, their pursuits, and submit yourself to the service of Mara?" He could see wetness leaking through her dress, her breasts full and ready again to be suckled.
"Mara has been so merciful and bountiful," Aronil said, sitting up, putting a hand upon her shoulder, tracing his fingers down to her breast, gently grazing the bulging rise, "I will be in the Mother's service for all eternity. You have but to ask, and it shall be done." The Priestess looked pleased, she brought her other hand to his erection, now stroking with both, causing her arms to squeeze her large breasts and causing them to greatly leak onto her dress, making the top front nearly all wet and see through. Aronil could smell the warm milk and his cock leapt in her hands. His mouth watering for her.
"Aronil, Mara requires your seed. She will send a warrior to vanquish the Thalmor and unite the provinces in peace and prosperity. This is against the will of Akatosh and Lorkhan who desire an end to the era, but Mother Mara wishes to save her true children. Will you heed her call? Will you abandon all gods except Mara?" Aronil thought for a moment. This was asking him to forsake all he knew and held dear, but only Mara saw fit to save him. As with the mushrooms, he knew not what to do, but followed instinct and whispered: