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The Altmer just stared, unsure how to proceed.

"Drink dear Aronil." The Priestess insisted, putting her hand on the back of Aronil's head and guiding him to her breast. With the other hand she gently squeezed the full breast and Aronil saw a droplet of thick milk form on her nipple. She removed the droplet with her finger and placed it on Aronil's dry lips. The sensation was like a soothing balm. He greedily licked his lips, the taste was sweet and wholesome. He looked at her and she smiled, again directing him to her waiting breast. Aronil parted his lips and took her firm nipple in his mouth. Closing his lips gently around it, he began to draw in with his mouth, suckling her.

"Yes, that's it. Good, good." she murmured. Aronil took in mouthfuls of her sweet milk, palpating her breast gently with his fingers. As he drank, he noticed they were no longer on the cold road in Skyrim, but in a warm forest glen, surrounded by rustling trees, fragrant flowers, and warm sweet grass. He could feel the nectar pouring down his throat as he continued to swallow - healing him, but also whetting his appetite. He sat forward and began to draw harder from the nipple. The Priestess moaned.

"Yes, Aronil. Yes." She held the back of his head with her one hand and rubbed his temple with the other, comforting him and encouraging him to drink deeper. Aronil noticed she was breathing faster. He pulled away to look at her. "Passing the Blessing of Mara is a pleasant task. Do not fear." she cooed, drawing him to her her. He re-latched to her nipple, no longer a weak shell and drew heady draughts of her syrupy milk. His suckling was audible and seemed to delight the Priestess. He could feel a great warmth as he took her liquid in, feasting upon the delicious breast. If he had died, he was glad to spend an eternity like this.

"Now, the other Aronil." The Priestess put a tiny hand to the Altmer's chin lifting him off her one breast and guiding him to the other. He squeezed the full mound and milk squirted from the bud of her breasts, hitting his face and mouth. He licked his lips to collect the errant drops. She laughed and used her finger to collect the liquid on his cheek, gathering the droplets and put it to his lips. Aronil took her finger like her nipple, greedily sucking the milk from it. She smiled, biting her lip at his eagerness. He them returned his attention to the second breast, enveloping her buttery nipple into his hungry mouth and sucking deep, pressing his nose into the flesh of her breast. She cried out in pleasure at the strength of his draw. She swayed, unsteady as she still hunched and Aronil put a hand around her waist to stabilize her and move ever closer to her. Her body was tensing and heating rapidly. Aronil dragged his teeth over her nipple and she grabbed him tighter, groaning. He nibbled the firm bud and continued to suck from it hard, his cheeks hollowing from the action. Finally, he felt her shaking and a long, low moan signaled her orgasm, her fingers grabbing his neck and shoulders as she still held him.

He still pulled hard from her, feeling his stomach fill from the milky feast. After she regained her breath, she knelt before him and lifted his face away from her breast and kissed him, her lips so full and sweet. Aronil devoured her mouth like he did her breasts. Strength returning to him, he too knelt, but his Altmer frame towered over her. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her and nuzzling her neck, her fragrant hair enveloping him.

"Rest now Aronil, I will be with you this day." She stood up and he followed. She lead him to a tree by a brook and sat down. He laid down in the soft grass, his head upon her lap. She was stroking his hair and humming a foreign tune as he drifted into a contented, deep sleep.

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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:

"Yes...I will heed Mara's call."

The Priestess then vigorously stroked him, milking him as he had milked her. He could feel himself losing control.

"Wait." Aronil cried out. "Can't, can't you be the conduit for Mara?" he had no idea what he was saying, it was as though he was possessed. "Can you not take my seed inside you? I want to feel your warmth... it has been so long...and I, I want you." The Priestess looked at him, regarding his words. She smiled and lowered her beautiful blue eyes.

"Yes, I can. Mara works through you already." She said, removing a hand to touch his cheek gently. "This has been seen long in visions from my order." She leaned over to kiss him and he cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her back so fully, as though he was sealing a compact. He could feel himself drawn to the Priestess, in a bond stronger than he had ever known. "It is right and fitting that the Savior of Mara be brought to being between us, this way, in this connection so dear to Mara."

She raised her dress, revealing her wet sex. Aronil longed to suckled from it, plumbing its hot, fleshy depths, but dared not interrupt the Priestess. She took his length and slid it into her tight sheath, moaning softly. Aronil breathed deeply, feeling himself drawn deeper into her, the sensation exquisite. He took her by the hips and joined her rhythm as she rode him, desperately attempting to cull his seed. Her heavy breasts swaying in motion under her dress. Aronil took her dress and lifted it over her head, the Priestess raising her hands to help. She was now naked, her red hair cascading over her shoulders and her large breasts parting the strands like islands in a flowing river. He grabbed both breasts in his massive hands and gently caressed them, but they were so full of milk, the liquid streamed from the rosy nipples, dousing her luscious breasts in her creamy nectar. Aronil squeezed harder and the milk squirted from the force, the Priestess groaning louder and gripping his arms. The liquid shot onto his golden chest, the warm drops washing over him.

The Priestess then pushed him gently onto his back by the shoulders, leaning forward, and riding just the tip of his cock, this allowed her full breasts to dance before his hungry mouth. Her pushed them together and suckled deeply. He massaged both breasts forcefully, causing the one in his mouth to provide deep mouthfuls of her milk, the other nipple splashed forth the glorious milk, bathing his face and neck like a ceremonial oil.

The feeling of taking her in his mouth as she took in his cock was overwhelming. Aronil felt the rush from deep within him. He let go of her breasts and grabbed the Priestess by her hips. He lifted himself off the ground and pummeled deeply into her, thrusting fully into her tiny cleft. Her porcelain skin flushed and her breathing shallowed. He began to growl with the warm heat of his orgasm, gushing his seed deep within her, to whatever end Mara had in store. He felt her tighten around him and she powerfully clutched his length with her inner flesh, sending Aronil into waves of breathlessness. Panting, his eyes were wide and locked on her. She looked back with her shining blue eyes, like the deepest skies of his dreams. Her fingers gripped his arms and her breasts leaked with her orgasm, swaying in heavy rhythm to her undulating body. She moaned softly as she shut her eyes tightly, relishing how Aronil filled her so deeply and sweetly.

When both regained composure, Aronil moved the tired Priestess from straddling him to his side. He laid her in the sweet, warm grass, putting his arm around her and nestling her against him. He smoothed her hair and stroked her jaw lightly.

"Do you now carry the Savior of Mara" Aronil asked.

"Mara will reveal this in time." The Priestess answered, smiling. Aronil looked at her, filled a sudden longing.

"May I stay with you? I mean, I would assume I stay with you, to protect you... to help you." Aronil clumsily asked, his face searching hers. She smiled.

"Aronil, would you not rather go out and conquer the vast lands of Tamriel, gaining fame and fortune? You have now been restored to your former glory."

He paused, then whispered, "Please don't case me from your sight. I am inexplicable bound to you dear Priestess. Let me always be bathed in your love and light." He leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back, reassuring him that he was bound to her. He withdrew from her lips and kissed her forehead, moving to her neck and letting her hair brush against his face. A thought seized him.

"Beautiful Priestess, I do not know your name. What shall I call you, my mistress?" he whispered in her ear, his hot milky breath like fire on her skin.

"I have no name that may be called by mortals, but you dear Aronil have proven most worthy and may call me Ama Nin, as I was once known." She placed her head on his chest. "We will be vessels for the new era."

Closing his eyes, Aronil held her in his arms, content and for the first time in his life, filled with true purpose.

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char: M!/NPC, F!/Breton
kinks: adult breastfeeding, lactation, religion, het, deity-worship

Sweet, sweet anon. So much love in this prompt that the mercyful Mara must be as delighted as this OP is.
And I was quite surprised (in a good way) to see Ama Nin here :)
Good job dear A!A !

so happy OP is pleased! thank you for your kind words :)

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