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Ulrian Chanreinace was many things, a pride Breton noble, a member of one of Daggerfall’s many many noble families. He was also a very talented mage, being the one with the greatest magical potential among his many siblings, being well versed in a variety of schools of magic being a particular deft hand when it came to the schools of Illusion and Destruction. Perhaps most importantly he was incredibly ambitious.

Ulrian dreamed of big things, while some of his siblings seemed satisfied to laze around in the lap of luxury or settle with playing the game of nobles in Daggerfall he wanted, no needed more. As the 8th child he was far from being even the spare heir’s spare, unless something truly catastrophic were to happen he would most likely never become Baron Chanreinace. His father was healthy as an Ox and his mother a master at Restoration magic, add to that the Bretons’ long lifespan thanks to their Mer ancestry…yeah the chances of that going anywhere were slimmer than a skeleton.

The 20 year old mage had to set his sights outside of High Rock if he was to get anywhere, while he loved his homeland’s culture he had to admit that petty fighting between the kingdoms back home made it less than hospitable for an ambitious boy like him. The Empire’s capital had been incredibly tempting but Cyrodiil just wasn’t quite what it was since the war with the Aldmeri Dominion, the heart of the Empire was still recovering at a steady pace perhaps if he was one of his more martially inclined siblings he could see a future for himself in the Imperial Legion as a battlemage and eventually General.

He wasn’t though, as a matter of fact Ulrian was very different from many of his siblings. See, while he understood that no region in Tamriel could hope to match the beautiful and complex culture of High Rock, he didn’t necessarily look down on the other regions quite as much as them. Cyrodiil was out due to previously stated regions, Hammerfell had been left out to fight the Aldmeri Dominion, Morrowind and the Dunmer were perhaps even more dangerous and backstabbing than the nobles back home(a true feat) it was also quite a ways away.

There was however, one kingdom of men which Ulrian predicted he would thrive in. The nordic Province of Skyrim, just one border cross away from dear home. The Nords were a hardy and strong people built for war, battle and cold…most importantly their politics were incredibly straightforward. Even with a civil war going on it was much simpler than even one single Kingdom in High Rock, there were a handful of Jarls and holds, said Jarls chose the High King in a meeting called the moot and then they go back to do their own thing. It was more complicated than that obviously, but it also wasn’t too complex either, in short it was the perfect start for him.

Then he got attacked by bandits, imperials and stormcloaks when trying to cross the border and only barely avoided being sent to the chopping board. In hindsight he probably should just have gone and crossed the High Rock border but his father had tasked him with handling some business in the Imperial city before that, so he had taken the route from there.

His caravan had gotten mostly smashed to pieces by the three forces but he had managed to recover enough documentation to prove his lineage. General Tulius sure changed his tone then, smart man. Obviously with his ride destroyed and horses butchered it was only right that the Legion escort him, Ulrian had been very blatant about how much he could fuck with Tulius for almost killing him.

Plap~ Plap~ Plap~

Ulrian sipped on some Colovian Brandy as the Imperial Captain behind him furiously pounded her fat cock in between his plump thighs. The nordic woman sure seemed to be enjoying the softness of his flesh as her burly meat shaft thrust back and forth. 

He had demanded that his tent had an escort obviously, having personally picked one of the female captains which gave him the best looks. Something that he may have forgotten to mention was that he was also one big whore. He was certainly built as one.

As a talented mage that had always lived with the greatest luxury available Ulrian’s flesh was scar free, blemish free and incredibly pleasant to the touch. His long red hair reached all the way down to his chest, his pointed ears a sign of his elven blood peaking out. He had very little muscle to speak off, in fact that captain currently fucking his thighs was much more built than him. His chest was soft with hard pink nipples, his face was effeminate, his cock barely three inches long.

If that didn’t make him look girly enough then his wide hips definitely did, soft fat filled plump thighs and a sizeable behind made it so easy to temp the fools and the wise alike. He was completely hair free from the neck down, a handy spell taking care of that.

He was dainty, he was feminine, and most definitely fuckable. It wasn’t rare for him to be mistaken by a woman with a flat chest. It had always been one of his greatest advantages~

“So needy, to think that the dutiful and serious Captain would try and defile my maidenly body~” Ulfrian said like the teasing brat he was, it only drew a growl from his current partner. The woman had tried to resist at first, but there was only so much she could do when Ulfrian was always naked inside the tent.

“You’re no maiden, you’re built like a tavern wench!” The imperial futanari growled in his ear, Ulfrian giggled knowing he had the upper hand here. He was the noble that needed to be escorted if anyone would bear the consequence of their little loving it would most certainly not be him.

“Then why don’t you stop playing and use me like one?” Ulfrian asked, grabbing one of his thighs with one hand he raised it up. It stopped the thighjob but it also revealed his pink asshole to the futanari, it winked in anticipation.

Making her frustration clear, the Captain aimed her cock to his entrance and pushed almost the whole length in one swift motion. He moaned like a bitch as his ass got spread, his tongue lolling out as he started to get plowed, his goblet of brandy spilling everywhere.

Restoration magic would deal with ass pain in the morning, he may not be as adept at the school as he was with Illusion but he had learned that trick out of necessity, same as how to heal a sore throat or a drink induced headache. Despite the initial hiccups everything was going his way now. All he needed was to ride with the Imperial Legion until they took this rebel leader to his execution, after that business was dealt with he would continue with the Imperials all the way to Solitude the capital of the Province. Then his plans could really start. 

Before all that though…

CLAP~ CLAP~ CLAP~

Ulfrian drooled as he was made to lay on his belly a growling muscular futanari pounding at his ass like a beast while he bit his pillow in an effort to not let the entire camp hear him scream out in pleasure. Not out of any embarrassment, it would just be a shame if his latest Imperial toy ended up getting demoted due to him~

He was regretting coming to Skyrim, quite quickly.

What had supposed to be a quick stop and execution of a rebel leader had instead ended in disaster as a dragon of all things had laid waste to Helgen. Black as night and massive enough to make Ulfrian feel the size of an ant.

The Imperial forces had stood no chance, arrows literally bouncing off the dark scales of the beast as if they were toys, anyone foolish enough to try their luck with steel at close range quickly became charred meat. He had considered casting a spell at the thing for only a second, he wasn’t stupid enough for that.

Instead he had quickly fled, being joined by the Imperial Captain that had been keeping him company in the journey. The two of them had cleared the way until joining up with a few other Imperials led by a man named Hadvar. With their trained martial skills and his powerful magic they had made quick work of all the rebels infesting the keep with no injuries. A short encounter with a bear and some spiders(Burned with some fiery spells) laters and the group had been free.

Better than being dead of course, but all his belongings had been burned alongside a majority of Helgen. This left him with precious little resources considering his official documentation had been burned away, his septim too had been lost as well

“You need to inform Whiterun, they must know of the Dragon threat!” Those had been the words of the Imperial Captain, well Ulfrian had been quite ready to tell the hung woman to go jump in front of a charging orc, but what she had said later had changed his tune.

“We will rush to Solitude, see who else made it. We will put a good word about you of course.”

Considering he had no way to prove his noble heritage in a timely manner, he resigned himself to courier duty. Hadvar was apparently born and raised in Riverwood, the town just up ahead, so he had been allowed to go check on his family while also escorting Ulfrian. Besides an awkward offer to join the Legion he was a nice guy.

He needed to rest up beforehand, it was already late at night when they arrived at the city, and the journey to the city of Whiterun would take at least a third of the day by foot.

He had been offered a bed in Hadvar’s home but well…he was still a noble, the idea of sleeping in a cramped home with 4 other people gave him the ick. No he would get the best he could which was apparently the Sleeping Giant Inn, while not quite up to his standards it was much better than the other options

Gluck~ Gluck~ Gluck~ Gluck~ 

He had been able to negotiate some better sleeping arrangements after all. The owner of the Inn had been very understanding about Ulfrian’s situation once the mage put his mouth to work. This Delphine was a fellow Breton and a very impressive one at that.

None of the other guests in the Inn were able to tell what was going on. Being more than good at illusion magic he had easily managed to use a spell to muffle any sound he made. Only Delphine and Ulfrian were able to hear his slutty work. On his knees behind the inn desk, he was throating one of the thickest futa cocks he had ever seen.

This innkeeper really was packing some heat, her cock tasted quite nice, a mix of sweat and flesh. Another thing that surprised him was just how little of his work was showing on Delphine’s face. Despite Ulfrian’s cheeks being sunk from his powerful suction and his soft hands tenderly massaging her fat balls, Delphine spoke with the people that came by without showing any of the pleasure.

He was beginning to suspect that woman had more going on than just being a simple peacekeeper. Her muscular thighs also seemed out of place, there was bound to be an interesting story there, but Ulfrian wouldn’t stick his nose in Delphine’s business. Well technically he was very much on Delphine’s business, his nose almost touching her blonde pubes.

Later that night, after Delphine had filled his belly with her cum a few times. He was taken right on the Inn keeper’s personal bed. Ass brutally pounded for several hours, it gave Ulfrian the impression that the woman didn’t get action very often.

She did eventually seem to get her fill after the fourth creampie blasted inside his bum. The woman didn’t even have the manners for some post sex cuddling, leaving the bed for him to enjoy…how oddly paranoid.

His cheeks were red and his lower hole was leaking a thick futanari nut but he did manage to get some sleep after some restoration spells worked like a charm. Tomorrow it would be his time to march towards Whiterun and see what he could do to earn himself a reputation in the Kingdom.

Just the beginning of what was going to surely be an insane journey in Skyrim for Ulfrian Chanreinace.

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The journey to Whiterun had been smooth, what few wild animals tried to attack him in the road were quite quickly either scared off with fire magic or in the case of a particularly insistent pack of wolves shocked to death with lightning.

The cute mage considered dragging the animals to be sold, but carrying a dead animal for who knows how long seemed really tiring considering he had already been walking for like three hours at that point. Also the smell was yucky and offended all of his noble sensitivities.

For all his conflicted feelings about Skyrim’s safety, just following the road presented him with a safe route towards the city. He was going to step inside but then he saw an opportunity, a Khajiit Caravan had set up right outside the city walls. Having looked at his satchel and finding his lack of potions quite lacking he decided to make a quick stop to get some ingredients for some quick Alchemy.

Of course…he was still short of septim, so once again he had to resort to other arrangements to get what he wanted.

The air inside the tent was heavy with the stench of sex, he had already been at it for a bit. He very carefully licked the cock of the Khajiit in front of him, it had been his first time fucking one of the cat-like race so he had been shocked at the sight of their very animalistic cocks. The pink rocket being covered with barbs, it was steaming hot and had a much stronger smell than the cock of a human like Delphine.

Considering a second futanari Khajiit was pounding away at his asshole, he grimaced as his asshole got teared apart by the peculiar shape, it wasn’t enough pain for him to ask for it to stop but it certainly felt intense.

“This one believes that the boy is something of a whore.” Khayla said with an amused laughter, talking that peculiar way that the Khajiit seemed predisposed for. Her claws scratched at Ulfrian’s back and plump butt, probably leaving red marks all over.

“Atahba likes his mouth, very skilled.” The other Khajiit said, letting Ulfrian fumble his way to fellating such a member, he was sure he had some fur in between his teeth.

Khayla was the one in charge of the trade, while Atahba was a mercenary guard. Both of them had been more than interested in his offer. It had felt weird as the son of a Noble house, to pick out the ingredients he wanted for his potions and then have to bargain with the Khajiit how much of ‘service’ the ingredients were worth.

The worst part was that Ulfrian felt like the Khajiit had beaten him in their little negotiation. A full hour and a half of sex for both Khajiit had been the chosen prize, he was barely 30 minutes into the action.

Khayla hissed as she started pumping her cum inside of him, it felt stickier somehow than other cum he had been blasted with, smellier too. It burned at his nose in an odd but not entirely unpleasant way…somehow he felt the smell would stick to him for a while.

Fuck his ass felt sore, hopefully restoration magic would be enough to help him out to whistand the full fuck marathon.

Well at least his satchel was filled with ingredients.

Ulfrian was starting to believe that the people of Skyrim were a lot hornier than he had first expected. Also that offering his body could get him incredibly far.

The guards easily let him through after he told them news about the dragon attack. Directing him towards the cloud district to speak to the Jarl himself, a man named Balgruuf. More than happy to get some politicking with the big man in charge, he had decided to first explore a bit. It was rather early in the morning after all and he had a few things that needed doing.

The fact that Khajiit cum was leaking out his ass down his thighs did make it awkward, his restoration magic worked to lessen the pain but he still felt some soreness in his ass. Luckily he had managed to talk the Khajiit futas down from attempting double penetration, he did need to walk that day.

Mild limp in his walk aside, he had shared a look with the blacksmith at the entrance, a hot dark-skinned Imperial babe working the hot forge with casual ease. He may not share some of siblings’ inclinations for all things martial, but there was just something special about a sweaty woman working the forge. Still he had no business with a smith, so he carried on.

The Planes District, as it was called, was where most of the merchants were. All kinds of goods, from food, to jewelry, to just trinkets and baubles of all sorts, it was a big place with plenty of things to buy in the future when he actually had some gold on him. It was here that he managed to find what he needed. 

Arcadia’s Cauldron wasn’t the biggest place, but it had everything that Ulfrian needed. The alchemy table was up to his standards, clearly the owner, the Imperial Arcadia knew her stuff and wasn’t any sort of fool. Unable to resist himself, Ulfrian had flirted with the mature woman, she must have been near her forties but still looked energetic and youthful in the right places.

The woman was more than happy to inform Ulfrian about all the little things that made Whiterun tic, she was also quite receptive to his flirting, blushing and giggling as he laid the charm heavy. He noted down the stuff about the Battle-Born and Grey-Mane clans, it was good to understand the politics of the city.

Of course, talking politics wasn’t all they did~ Asking Arcadia if he could use the alchemy table had resulted in the Imperial closing the door to her shop and undressing. She had a fat burly cock, veiny and looking just ready to be used in all manners of way. Was there something in Skyrim’s water? The women here were all hung like horses.

“Fuck so tight and slippery~ You naughty boy flirting with an older woman, I should fuck you into my slutty fuck toy!” Arcadia’s attitude did a 180 the second she had Ulfrian bent over the counter, he moaned loudly a mix of pleasure and discomfort. he had misread the woman expecting something more gentle.

Arcadia smacked his ass and thrust balls deep, still slightly sore from her early romp with the Khajiit it was hard to take such a pounding, her large balls slapping his soft thighs. The merchant-alchemist was really giving it to him, normally this was his preferred type of partner but if this kept on he may be unable to make the walk up to the Jarl.

Ulfrian started throwing his ass back to meet Arcadia’s thrusts, doing his best to milk the futa quickly and skillfully. His tight twink booty seemed to be more than enough, being lubed up with a previous encounter’s worth of cum.

The ingredients and potions on the encounter shook and wobbled which it violently thrust to his ass, restoration magic or not he probably wouldn’t be getting plowed in the ass for the rest of the day.

“Mmh~ Fuck you’re big~ Maybe if you get me some ingredients and some Alchemy lessons I would be willing to work the counter for you, under the counter too~” Ulfrian offered, it grated his pride to have to actually work in any way. He didn’t have many options however, at least until he got some real money on him, he wasn’t sure how long he would spend in Whiterun at any rate.

“Oh, I’m sure I could find some uses for you.” Arcadia groaned, her meaning very obvious. His guts were filled with Imperial cum not long after, Ulfrian had a suspicion that his journey in Skyrim would have lots of different races doing that to him.

Cum leaked out of his asshole, red handprints all over his sting ass. Thankfully Arcadia was nice enough to give him a potion to help with the pain and offer a bath that Ulfrian was in sore need of.

The two of them spent the rest of Ulfrian’s time there talking Alchemy and brewing potions. While the Breton boy knew of the craft it was clear that Arcadia was an expert, the end result was a satchel filled to the brim with Health and Mana potions, of higher quality than he would have managed to make alone. It served to be very careful.

“By the way, I heard there’s a temple of Kynareth nearby, could you tell me where it is?” Ulfrian said before leaving. Arcadia seemed curious, but pointed him in the right direction after opening the doors of her store to the public.

“Thanks! Hope we see each other again soon dear~” Ulfrian said, pecking the Alchemist on the cheek…only for Arcadia to teasingly slap his robes covered ass when turned around. 

Chuckles and giggles told Ulfrian that the pair of them hadn’t been as silent as he had thought…he had forgotten the muffle spell hadn’t he? The walls of Arcadia’s shop were thick but there could have been an open window he hadn’t noticed. No one seemed to mind much however, aside from the whispered comments and even some interesting looks. No guard seemed ready to arrest them for public indecency or anything like that.

“The people of Skyrim are proud and strong…but they are far from prudish.” With that parting comment and a wink, Ulfrian left.

He had a tiny smirk on his face, maybe the Nords did have something fun going on after all.

“I’m very sorry to hear such things my c-child, I will pray to Kynareth for you but sometimes fate works in mysterious ways.” Danica Pure-Spring, the priestess in charge of the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun said. Her tone was shaky but solemn.

Part of that may be the fact that Ulfrian was kissing her neck, while his feet went to work on the woman’s cock, soft soles rubbing back and forth the large Nord’s shaft in a teasing manner. He had managed to drag the Priestess to a spot with some privacy to talk about his worries.

Of course some incentives hadn’t been amiss, but with the back to back poundings his ass had taken he had refrained from bouncing on the priestess shaft, instead giving the Nord a nice footjob, his legs wrapped around the woman’s waist as he hugged her from behind.

“I understand Priestess, I just hoped that perhaps there was something you could do, a prayer or something.” Ulfrian said with a sigh.

Kynareth was one of the Divines, one whose domains were many. More relevantly for Ulfrian’s current actions Kynareth was the patron of all travelers and sailors. The Breton wanted to see if he could get some blessings or the like from the priestess. 

First his carriage gets destroyed in the middle of a battle between Imperials and Stormcloaks, later when he thought that had been resolved the first dragon than anyone had seen in ages came to burn down the town he was in. Needless to say it wasn’t the best start now was it?

“Perhaps there is something that can be done…if you feel like growing closer to Kynareth’s grace.” The Priestess said after a moment, moaning softly as his teasing footjob had the tip of her cock leaking thick precum.

“I’m all ears~” Ulfrian said, his lips pressed against Danica’s neck and suckling on the flesh, he wasn’t superstitious but a little help from the Divines would be most welcome.

“The Gildergreen, outside, was planted as a seedling in the early years of Whiterun. Disciples of Kynareth could sense something holy in it, and traveled far to hear the winds of the goddess in its branches. Of course, not as many pilgrims these days." The priestess started explaining, cock throbbing as it got pressed in between his feet.

“What’s so special about the tree?” 

“To the east of here is a hidden grove where the Eldergleam resides. It's the oldest living thing in Skyrim. Maybe all of Tamriel. Our tree here in the city was grown from a cutting of that tree. You can still feel the glory of the mother tree through it. Even its name is an echo." The woman explained, Ulfrian thought of the tree outside the temple. It didn't look that impressive, it looked kind of dead actually.

“You want me to go fix this tree?” Ulfrian asked after a minute, thinking how he could manage such a thing.

“I can feel you’re a powerful mage, while I’m a master at Restoration magic my responsibilities here at the temple have kept me very busy much more with this talk about a Dragon threat. There’s a location not too far from here where a group of Hagraven’s have made their nest, they are fearsome creatures but perhaps someone as versed in the arcane as you could slay them.”

“How would that help at all?” Ulfrian asked with some confusion, he knew what Hagraven’s were, even if he had never seen one in person. Dangerous, but so was he.

“They hold a weapon, Nettlebane, using it you could get some sap from the Eldergleam, just a few drops would be enough to restore Whiterun’s sacred tree to its full glory, a-and earn yourself Kynareth’s favor.” Ulfrian hummed, that did sound good. “Of course, I would also be very grateful~” The Priestess added, making Ulfrian giggle.

“Sure, I will do it. After I deliver a message to the Jarl that is.” Ulfrian promised.

Just a few minutes of his feet working was enough to make Danica groan and blast warm loads all over his soles, the stuff getting in between his toes and sticking to the soft flesh.

Smirking at the priestess, Ulfrian showed his flexibility by getting one foot near his face and slowly licking it clean. Lapping at his own soles he cleaned up all of the Priestess cum in no time at all, then he got the other foot and did the same.

“Delish~” The Breton sluttily said, for her part Danica looked ready to plow him against the wall. Sadly for her he had put off the official business for long enough now.

He left after that, though not before being given an Amulet of Kynareth by the Priestess. Prudently he decided to keep the thing around his neck whenever he went out, maybe then the Goddess would lend him some good luck.

Well up to the Cloud District it is.

Ulfrian hummed, the chat with Balgruuf had gone quite well. The man was firm but quite reasonable, clearly not one to be petty with his authority, something that was rather common in High Rock. He had even been gifted a nice amount of gold by the man for bringing the news of what had happened in Helgen, so Ulfrian was no longer completely poor.

The Jarl had offered Ulfrian some extended service with promise of even better rewards, it would also improve his relationship with the city no doubt. 

One talk with an arrogant, snooty court-wizard later, the Breton had his next task. Go to an undead infested ruin filled with traps and recover a rock, how quaint.

Well at least, the ruin was near Riverwood. Hopefully Delphine would be up for some more sweet loving? His fellow Breton had been his best lay so far in Skyrim. If not then he would just get to work.

There was also his promise to Dianca, he needed to go explode some Hagraven’s with magic. Though maybe he could use invisibility to snatch up Nettlebane without the creatures noticing? 

He would need to stock up on resources before setting out, but he could probably march away in the morning after spending the night in the inn. Overall he was feeling much more comfortable now, thoughts of Helgen behind him, even if the idea of fighting undead left him quite uncomfortable.

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Ulfrian mentally thanked Arcadia for helping brew some Frost Resistance potions, Bleak Falls Barrow was near Riverwood and very cold, covered with harsh winds that drained those unprepared of their vitality. Considering that his mage robes were rather thin, the potion was nothing short of essential. The snowberry based potion turned the wind from debilitating to mildly uncomfortable.

The temple was also infested with bandits, Ulfrian would fight them but that wasn’t his task. He needed to get a very specific rock out of the temple. A muffle spell and invisibility spell were more than enough to sneak through the Nord bandits into the entrance, silently pushing his way inside Ulfrian sighed with relief as the temperature became much warmer.

He had thought about stopping by Riverwood and resting first, but he had made such a great time towards the Barrow that he had decided to just go on. After he was done he would go down towards Riverwood for some rest.

The Breton mage sneaked in, stepping around a black out drunk Bandit until he heard the sounds of two bandits talking.

“I can’t believe that bastard Arvel went ahead with the claw” One bandit scoffed, a female voice, peaking to steal a look he saw two female Nords. One was running her hands through a bow while the other was turning what seemed to be a giant roasted rat over a fire. Yuck.

“Harknir will probably catch him, that Dunmer is fast but not particularly tough. We went through all the effort of snatching up that damn golden claw in Riverwood too, almost got an arrow up my ass from a guard.” The second Nord said, the woman clearly angry. A golden claw? Well now he was very interested, that seemed like it would be worth quite a nice sum.

Frustratingly the bandits didn’t talk much after that, one even going to nap on a sleeping bag. He could sneak through, or just slay them with some quick use of magic, but his curiosity was beyond stirred, as was his greed.

The Breton prepared a high level Illusion spell, one that was rarely taught due to his potential nefarious uses, being the son of a Noble granted him certain privileges though.

The name of the spell was simply ‘Disguise’ this allowed the caster to make those around see them as a member of the group/faction/organization. It was a very complex spell and it had some limitations. The biggest was logic, the disguise had to be logical and an Altmer trying to frolic among Orcs would have a very hard time having their spell work unless they were true experts.

Ulfrian undressed, taking off his mage robes. The muffled spell meant the bandits were none the wiser as he snatched up a set of hide armor from near the passed out bandit and put it on. It was a few sizes too big but it wouldn’t fall off his body.

Casting the Disguise spell, Ulfrian walked from his hiding face with a casual grin on his face. He walked around the pillar he had been hiding in and walked right up to the two bandits. The women turned to look at him, confusion showing for a split-second before they smiled right back.

“Hello girls, how are you doing?” He asked, sitting right next to one of the bandits. The woman kind of smelled. Well it made sense she was an unwashed bandit.

“Mmh~ Waiting for Harknir to catch that gray-skinned bastard, but now that you’re here maybe there’s something else we could do to pass the time.” 

Ulfrian casually ignored as a hand fell on his ass and started groping it, instead he focused on getting the info he needed.

“What even is that thing worth anyway?” He asked innocently, even as one of his ass cheeks got squeezed, his cheeks were fat enough that the bandit woman could barely get a handful as her fingers sunk into the flesh slightly.

“Are you dumb, that thing is solid gold, could probably sell it to the right guy for a thousand septims at least.” The second bandit got up from the bedroll, sitting at Ulfrian’s right. He was suddenly in between the muscular filthy criminals they stunk but his focus was mostly on what he heard, that seemed like quite the catch.

A second hand started groping his ass, as the other Nord copied her friends.

“Anything else you girls know about the claw~?” Ulfrian asked greedily.

“There’s one other thing but if you want to know that you will have to work for it~” The Nord said lustfully, sharing a look with his friend who grinned back. Ulfrian’s eyes widened slightly when both bandits pulled off the lower part of their fur armor exposing their hard cocks to the Barrow’s stale air.

“Suck us nice and hard and we will tell you more, you fat bottomed sissy bitch!” The bandit said eagerly, her cock throbbing. This was a side effect of the ‘Disguise’ spell, if you try to fit in with a group that his little honor or respect then things could turn like this or worse. The spell just made the target follow their normal group dynamics.

In hindsight, a cute Breton boy like him would be seen a bitch to these futa bandits. What to do now however? Cut things off and take them out or continue fishing for info. Well he was a very greedy person.

Falling to his knees in front of both Nords, he took each shaft on one hand. The smell was intense, unsurprising given they were dirty bandits. He actually gagged as his tongue touched one of the tips of one shaft, the rancid smell getting too strong.

“Oh, little baby can’t handle it? Let me help that!”

GLUHCK!

Ulfrian choked wetly on the dirty cock as it was forced down his throat. The disgusting taste burned itself into his taste buds as the muscular Nord started using his mouth and throat to clean up her cock with powerful thrusts that violated his face and nose. He grimaced but did his best to suck away, wanting to get things done quickly.

Seeing that her friend had gotten ahead and started using Ulfrian’s throat as a sleeve, the other Nord walked around and slapped the Breton in the ass before grabbing those wide boy hips. Ulfrian groaned as the woman went in dry and started pounding away.

These women were bandits they didn’t fuck, they raped. The criminals had probably done something similar to dozens before, he did know that bandits had grown in number massively with the Civil War going on. 

The noble boy got bounced back and forth by some of the dirtiest low lifes Skyrim had to offer, getting spitroasted without a shred of mercy or regard for his comfort. 

Still his cock did get hard as her prostate got smashed again and again. For what felt like a whole hour but was actually less than fifteen minutes the only sound at the entrance of the dungeon was sloppy slurping and flesh hitting flesh.

Shamefully he came first, groaning his cock and shooting out a creamy load on the dirty stone floor, the two bandits not falling far behind. Somehow the taste of the cum was even worse than the smell of the woman’s cock, clearly the woman was both backed up and on a diet of only mead and little else. Having cum flood his guts was a relief in turn, his ass stung from the dry pounding but it was hardly the worst he had taken.

Compared to the Khajiit at the entrance of Skyrim this was barely painful…a part of him was disappointed, he did have a bit of a masochist side.

He took the cock out of his mouth and spat out the gross jizz. His throat felt rather sore.

“S-So, what did you know about the claw?” Ulfrian asked, voice sounding weird from the recent workout his throat had been put through.

“Still on about that shit?...Shit Arvel was talking something about it being the key to going deeper into the dungeon, Dunmer was crazy only Draugr ventured around those areas.” The bandit said, panting heavily.

Now that was exactly what he needed~

His hands glowed pink and he blasted both bandits with his spell. Their expressions of shock turned into blank ones as his spell took hold. ‘Command’ is a spell that forces those too weak to resist to fight for the caster.

With a groan he got up, the shaft inside his asshole sleeping out with a wet plap. Stretching his limbs and using restoration magic on his body. Ulfrian casually got dressed with his mage robes and satchel, when he was ready both bandits were still standing still weapons out and ready. One could ask why he didn’t use this spell from the start, well the command spell wasn’t perfect it turned its victim into little more than some dirty muscle unable to speak or really think for themselves.

“Time to clear this dungeon, I’m sure your friend Arvel’s claw is what I need to get that damn stone.” Ulfrian, and if they were reanimated corpses the bandits obeyed.

Clear the dungeon they did, well Ulfrian did most of the work with his magic but the bandit duo did help distract all the Draugr. Most importantly they helped carry all of the treasure that Ulfrian saw, soul gems, books, linen, weapons from the Draugr. A form of petty revenge on the bandits that spit roasted him.

They found Arvel at one point, after Ulfrian had a short but nerve-wracking encounter with a giant spider, thankfully the beast was wounded and got cooked with one fireball. Arvel joined his spider friend with a quick ice spear to the back after he started running, proving he was not, in fact, so swift.

One golden claw, a few dozen toasted Draugr, and a couple of downed mana potions and they had made it to the end. Solving the easiest puzzle in history the three entered a cave.

Ulfrian was instantly suspicious, a single ancient coffin in the middle of the room? There was also that whispering burning at his ears. In a show of annoyance he set up five different shock runes around it, just in case something crawled out.

Going near the wall with the weird writing on it. The whispering grew in intensity then suddenly stopped bringing bliss to his ears…

W-Wait did he just learn a word? Is he going crazy?

A loud explosion made him turn around, a charred, twitching, very electrocuted Draugr corpse flying through the air until it was right next to him. Oh! An enchanted weapon, neat!

Looting the chest nearby he found the damn stone he came here for, Ulfrian and his thralls quickly left the damn Barrow. Going down to Riverwood, he explained the situation to some very unnerved guards who nevertheless promised to arrest the bandits after the effect ran out. Alvor being a swell guy helped Ulfrian carry all his loot to be sold.

The man in charge of the Riverwood trader was very happy to see his claw returned, paying him a very nice amount and being generous with his deals as Ulfrian sold his loot to him. It was fair to say his pockets were no longer light, which certainly added a pep to his step.

The owner’s sister shot him some looks, but Ulfrian had his eyes set on a much more impressive woman…only for Delphine to not be home, apparently having traveled out just that morning. There went her futa stud to fuck him all day long.

It would be too awkward to go to Camilla Velrius now too. Eh fuck it, he deserved some rest. Time for a power nap then he marches to Whiterun, no worries for a few days at least after that.

“Farengar! A Dragon is attacking the keep, you have to come at once! You too Breton.” Irileth said right as Ulfrian delivered the damn dragonstone.

“Ah, just my luck.” Ulfrian whined, hopefully it wouldn’t be the Helgen dragon.

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“All hail the new Thane of Whiterun! All Hail The Dragonborn!” One of the guards he had fought alongside cheered loudly making Ulfrian preen, goblet of alto wine in his hand.

The people in Jorrvaskr cheered loudly, currently inside the legendary halls of the Companions warrior guild, cheer and drink was being shared in equal measure and with good reason. 

They had slain a fucking dragon.

When the call had been sent, Irilither, Ulfrian, and some of the most skilled guards Whiterun had to offer had rushed down the city to meet the mythical beast. On the way down someone had the bright idea of informing the companions, the ancient Nord warrior order had been much too happy to join in.

The event would probably be written in books, tales about how the guards of the city, the famed companions and the Dragonborn himself had marched down to engage the beast in combat.

Oh yeah, he was the Dragonborn or maybe a Dragonborn was more precise. The fight had been hard with a good few guards and a couple of the companions being eaten or burned to a crisp by the creature before it had finally gone down. That should have been the end of it but instead Ulfrian had experienced the delight that was absorbing a dragon’s soul into himself, a high he was still in the middle of.

Standing up on his chair and raising his goblet, Ulfrian smirked as he looked at everyone around.

“Thank you! But we mustn't forget all the others that helped this day. The men and women that are currently in Sovngarde, dining with Shor himself sharing the tale of this day with all the legends of old!” Ulfrian shouted loudly, a second wave of cheers spreading through the hall.

Nords were so easy, still it wasn’t as if he was lying. If death fighting a dragon wasn’t enough to reach the Nord’s fabled afterlife then nothing would be.

Ulfrian knew his reputation had skyrocketed, most Nords weren’t exactly appreciative of the Clever Art, but the Dragonborn? The only more respected would be the cities Jarl or Kodlak Whitemane. 

He was certainly more powerful than them…Ulfrian could feel beneath his skin, absorbing that dragon soul had done more than allow him to shout things away from him, he was stronger, his magicka pools deeper and thicker. Was he twice the mage he had been in the morning? Perhaps even more than that, he felt eager to try just how much more powerful he was but now wasn’t the time.

No now was the time to enjoy himself. He had been right after all, going to Skyrim had been the right choice, and his plans to grow politically in the province had been accelerated by many years. Ulfrian was a hero of legend! Or he would be, with time.

People drank, danced, and as Nord’s tended to, brawled. It was a big spectacle and Ulfrian was even asked to test his new ability to shout more than a few times, the companions made a test of which of them could stay standing after being shouted at by the Dragonborn. Very few was the answer, the elite members only stumbled but the less experienced members fell on their asses.

It was perhaps worth mentioning that Ulfrian now had a bodyguard, a female Nord by the name of Lydia. The woman was a prude and therefore of very little interest for the Breton mage, he wouldn’t say no to the extra muscle though someone had to carry his spoils. 

Not that the woman proved to be particularly perceptive, not when Ulfrian easily gave her the slip a few hours into the celebrations. Arcadia, the woman that had helped him with the potions had signaled him close, he had grown bored of the boisterous celebrations so he happily chased after her.

“Well if it isn’t the hero of the hour, looking good for a man that killed a dragon.” Arcadia said with a friendly smile, Ulfrian bowed theatrically and smiled back his face flush from two full bottles of Alto Wine.

“I couldn’t let my favorite alchemist's shop be burned down now could I? Where else would I have a free alchemy table to use?” Ulfrian shamelessly flirted, wondering if Arcadia was looking for a victory romp. He wouldn’t be against it at all, something about fighting such a dangerous creature left him all horny and needy for a hard fucking.

“I appreciate it, we all do…which is why some friends and I got together for a special reward~” The woman said with a lustful smile, her tone had Ulfrian’s toes curling, he liked the sound of that very much indeed.

Arcadia grinned at seeing his reaction. She then explained what was needed of him, shocking Ulfrian into disbelief…and a very hard little cock. Oh whatever Breton that had said that Nords were boring had no clue at all. Perhaps it was the wine talking but he very excitedly agreed.

Ulfrian heard the stepping before he saw anyone, he tried to squirm but the bindings around his body were quite tight, he did manage to move his head to the side though.

“Heh, you girls will thank me for this after, trust me~” Arcadia said with a teasing tone. They were currently in the Alchemist’s home, it was a big one which was no surprise given she was the biggest provider of potions of the city. Ulfrian’s cheek was resting on a feather pillow body laid on Arcadia’s bed.

“O-Oh my!” The shocked gasps and chuckles made Ulfrian smirk, or well as close as one could get to smirking with their mouth gagged by a cloth quite like Ulfric had been back at Helgen. Not that the Breton minded, instead he looked at the entrance of the room and was greeted by plenty of faces.

First was Arcadia, the Imperial smirking as she left some room for the rest of the group to follow. Five other women stepped in the room with a mix of reactions.

“A-Arcadia did you kidnap the Dragonborn?” A nord woman with dark red hair said, voice confused.

“Don’t be daft Ysolda, just look at him he is clearly here willingly.” A stunningly beautiful woman said, long locks of brown hair, the Imperial was giving Ulfrian not so subtle looks. “My name is Carlotta Valentia, I would shake your hand but you seem a little tied up.” The woman said with a teasing smirk.

Ulfrian gave his butt a little shake from side to side, which drew the eyes of every single woman in the room. He could actually put a name on the last three women, there was that striking blacksmith at the entrance of the city Adrianne Avenicci. The woman’s dark skin and fit body had caught his eye then and even more now. The last two he had actually met and greeted when he stayed in one of the inns, The Bannered Mare, Hulda was a Nord and the owner of the place while the girl next to her Saadia was a young Redguard and a waitress.

“Yes, I think we all know what we are here for, rewarding our little hero for his role in protecting our city~” Arcadia said, being his wingwoman in this particular occasion, not that Ulfrian needed much help there given the looks he was getting. He was utterly naked, ankles tied together as were his wrists behind his back, soft supple skin laid bare and oiled up for tonight's events giving him a sinfully tempting look.

“I’m sure you girls heard how hard I fucked this sissy slut the other day~ Let me tell you he is an absolute treat.” Arcadia walked closer and moved her hand to one of Ulfrian’s cheeks, she squeezed it and started kneading the soft flesh in front of everyone. “He may look like a frail little twink but he can really take a hard pounding~”

“Why yes, pretty sure everyone in the Plains Districts heard you go at it…I admit that I was a bit curious even before this Dragonborn situation, he does look delightful~” Hulda spoke, the mature Nord smiling at Ulfrian even as her dress tented slightly, a very promising tent. Saadia behind her was looking with a smirk.

“Perhaps it would be better if he wasn’t gagged, what’s the point of fucking the Dragonborn in the ass if you can’t make him scream your name?” Adrianne said, shocking the other women into laughter, the blacksmith was clearly only half-joking though. Adrianne walked around the bed, eyes never leaving the tied naked Breton on it, her hands made quick work of the gag.

“A-Ah, thanks for that. The idea was hot but it was kind of hurting my lips.” Ulfrian sheepishly admitted, rolling his tongue and licking his lips, Adrianne just snorted with amusement. “Gotta say, Arcadia did you really get all the futanari merchants in Whiterun for this?” Ulfrian asked with a teasing look.

“Not all, but a good few, yes. I needed a good amount to reward you.” The woman said as the two of them shared a smirk.

“Oh, I’m sure you girls are doing this out of the goodness of your hearts only~” Ulfrian said with a raised eyebrow, moaning loudly as his ass got spanked by Arcadia, a stinging burn being left behind.

“There’s no reason we can’t all enjoy this, now is it? Speaking of which I’m feeling ready to start the fun, what do you say girls?” Arcadia said, getting nods and affirmations from everyone. Ulfrian remained bound as the group of women behind him stripped of their clothing, he drank their looks in with a drunken giggle and was not disappointed at all.

It was clear that Arcadia kept fine company, each women was fucking hung like a horse, their veiny, thick, hard cocks looking ready to use Ulfrian as if he was nothing more than a cheap street whore!

“Let’s test if you have the skills of a bitch to go alongside your looks~” Adrianne said as she stroked her brown cock, it was massive it looked long enough to reach the blacksmith’s knees, a blunt tool probably superior to Adrianne’s own creations. Her balls looked big enough to get every woman in the city pregnant.

“Get him in a circle, girls, let the little slut work all of us.” Hulda said with a chuckle. Ulfrian yelped as he was taken away from the bed and softly lowered into the wooden floor of the room, he naturally kneeled down due to his ankles being tied up. The Breton looked around as he was surrounded by some of Whiterun’s best futa studs.

There had to be something in the water in the Province, there was no other explanation for all six women surrounding here to be so gifted downstairs. Adrianne was the biggest, followed by Saadia whose cock shorter in length but thicker it also curved slightly. Hulda and Arcadia were quite close in size, though the Nord inn keeper had a thicker cockhead and a thinner base. Finally there was Ysolda and Carlotta, they were noticeably smaller than Adrianne but that didn’t mean they weren’t packing heat just that the Blacksmith had a donkey cock.

Not being any sort of prude he quickly started paying attention to the dick in front of him, Hulda being nice enough to hold her meaty cock with one hand and giving him easy access. He planted a kiss on the tip and started licking around the fat cockhead.

“Ah~ Such an eager tongue, you weren’t exaggerating at all.” Hulda said with a groan as he licked up and down her cockslit, only to then suckle on the tip some. The five other women were stroking their cocks slowly, seemingly satisfied to enjoy the show.

“To think the Dragonborn of legend would be such cock-hungry sissy~ It does kind of take away some of the mysticism.” Adrianne admitted. “Though he does look much more fuckable than a generic Nord warrior would be.” She added eyes roaming Ulfrian’s soft boyish body.

Bobbing back and forth, the bound Dragonborn knew he had to spread his attention amongst the women around him. Twisting awkwardly he turned to his left and started licking up and down Adrianne’s shaft tongue trailing the bulging cock veins all the way down to the base.

“Mmh~ Not bad, could certainly use something like this while forging.” The dark-skinned Imperial said. Well that did sound both hot and stupidly dangerous. 

Ulfrian tasted the cock, it had a nice state just sweaty enough to make the experience better as he drooled all over it, there was a lot to worship though. If his hands weren’t tied he would be stroking the heavy shaft. Instead he tried his best to suck on the woman’s brown nutsack. The smooth flesh was quickly coated with spittle, she was too gifted for him to suck on both at once though.

“Ah~ You horny little bitch!” Adrianne groaned as Ulfrian sucked half her nutsack into his mouth, looking like a chipmunk he slurped on it for a few seconds before switching to the other half. Adrianne’s shaft throbbing above his head.

Satisfied with his work he switched his focus to the next futanari in line, which just so happened to be Saadia. He lovingly worked that Redguard bitchbreaker over, kissing, licking and slurping all over its curved length, he had actually never fucked a Redguard before so there was a lot to look forward too.

“Not bad at all~ I should have given you a visit while you were staying on the in, just lower those robes and fuck you against the bed.” Saadia spoke, licking her lips, images of fucking that cute Breton boy from behind all night long making her cock throb and leak precum from the tip. Ulfrian licked all that up.

“I wouldn’t have minded too much~ A cute hung girl like you deserves some attention~” Ulfrian said, not hiding how much of a slut he was one bit.

Things fell into a nice pace, hands bound behind his back Ulfrian nevertheless managed to tease and fellate all the women around him, the drunk mage not stopping until each one of them had their shafts nicely lubed up with their spittle. Arcadia, Ysolda and Carlotta all got to enjoy his mouth as well, not being the type to half-ass something like this he made sure each cock was nicely covered in drool.

Funnily enough the first to break wasn’t him in this case, Ysolda and Hulda untied his hands and Ulfrian didn’t need any explanation about why his hands were needed.

Now with two free hands he could jerk to girls while sucking a third, a much more effective pace. Sucking on the upper half of Adrianne’s shaft, the Blacksmith’s hips thrust back and forth while his hands pumped Hulga and Saadia. Cheeks sunken as he did his best to make the woman cum with his mouth.

“Fuck~ Why is the Dragonborn handling cock better than a common wench~?” Ysolda moaned as Ulfrian pulled back and started sucking her off instead, the drunk Breton fellating her like a wife welcoming her husband from war. It was a really fun game for Ulfrian, handling so many huge cocks at once really was so obscene and nasty that his tiny cock was rock hard, which the women in the room didn’t miss out on.

“He is so tiny too, he is built to be a bottom bitch for women like us. I wonder if that part will reach the history books, if not then maybe we should write about how much of a sissy cock hungry bitch the Dragonborn was~” Carlotta said with a melodious giggle, only to moan as Ulfrian started sucking her off in response.

“I get so many invitations from so many men in the city…but none of them could handle my cock like this slut does~” The merchant admitted, the Nord population trying to earn her favor not knowing that the beautiful woman much preferred being the one penetrating. A submissive housewife she was not.

“Is it so bad that I enjoy the company of hung women?” Ulfrian asked with a smile saliva connecting his lips to the tip of Carlotta’s cock “I much rather spend the night pinned down under a woman with a fat throbbing cock than spend a minute with some boring prude~ Luckily for me the women of Skyrim truly are something special that I don’t see growing bored off~”

Ulfrian jumped into his task with newfound eagerness, the drunk mage sucked, stroked, rubbed and slurped in equal measure to all six women. So skilled were his hands and mouth that he actually managed to bring all the women close to relief around the same time.

“Fuck~ I’m feeling close, I’m going to blast my load all over you.” Arcadia warned and Ulfrian smiled. The Breton noble had been looking forward to exactly this, all that hard work would lead him to this price.

“Do it! All you girls cum all over me, paint me with your hot cum~!” Ulfrian moaned out like a whore. Letting his hands go he let the six futanari rub themselves for the last few seconds. Moans and groans were music to his ears as he closed his eyes and lolled his tongue out in anticipation.

“Aaahhh~” Ulfrian intoned seconds before it started.

Like a chain reaction they came, hard. He felt the first strand of jizz land right on his pink tongue, a second quickly landing on his forehead, after that it became impossible to track. Women groaned as they unloaded their backed up loads on his feminine body, his chest, thighs, backs, ass, legs and feet not a single inch of his body was spared.

The Dragonborn deeply enjoyed it as he got bathed in futa jizz feeling the hot sticky fluid on his arms, hands and most definitely on his face. A good bit landed on his tongue and mouth so he gulped that down, the taste being better than the wine from earlier.

A few minutes later, when the only sound in the room was the panting from the women he felt comfortable to wipe his face from the cum doing his best to clean his eyelids and forehead of sticky cum so as to actually see around. He looked at his own hands coated with the stuff and licked them clean. He was such a mess he felt like a used rag. It was incredibly hot, his own little cock throbbing from his excitement, it felt amazing to be so covered and stained with jizz

“Mhm~ Great job girls, but perhaps it is time we actually get to the best part~?” Ulfrian asked, seeing that his partners were recovering, leaning on his side he grabbed his right cheek and spread it his cum coated fat ass getting moved to reveal his winking pink asshole, just begging to be violated by any of the women in the room.

“You needy whore, not satisfied yet? I’m going to ruin that cute ass of yours~” Carlotta said, grabbing her shaft with one hand. She kneeled down right next to him and pressed the tip of her shaft against his rosebud. Rolling her hips she slipped in making Ulfrian moan loudly. “You like that? Does the Dragonslut like getting his ass fucked by women much bigger than him~?” Carlotta asked as she started fucking him.

“Yes! Your cock feels so good Carlotta~ Fuck me more!” Ulfrian pleaded as he felt his ass get spread apart, pleasure flooding him as his booty got claimed for the first time of the night.

The rest of the women weren’t going to just sit idly by while Carlotta thrust into his ass like a beast. Descending on him like a pack of wolves, Ulfrian quickly got busy.

GLUCK~

Ulfrian choked on Saadia’s cock as the Redguard mercilessly forced her whole length down his gullet, eyes rolling up he still managed to start jerking Hulda and Arcadia off with hands.

“Take it all your dumb bitch, slutty cumpdumpsters like you should learn their place!” The woman mockingly said as she furiously humped his face, making him choke and gag each time. Saadia easily made his throat bulge. It was amazing that it fit in his throat at all.

Sneaky Ysolda actually went down, taking advantage of his tied up ankles, slipped her cock in between his feet and started enjoying a footjob as she thrust back and forth.

This left only one woman unattended, and as luck would have Adrianne Avenicci wasn’t the type to go ignored for long, or to care about something as silly as rubbing cocks against another futa.

“Give me some space Carlotta, I’m using that hole.” The Blacksmith said, stroking her gigantic bitchbreaker with ill intent. The beautiful and dainty Carlotta was shocked as Adrianne kneeled next to her.

“W-What? Adrianne, it won't fit!” The MILF said, only for Adrianne to bulldoze through anyway, pressing her purple cockhead against his entrance, uncaring about the fact that Carlotta was currently using said hole.

“Of course it will, he is the Dragonborn, is he not? he can surely take it.” Adrianne said with more confidence than Ulfrian actually felt. He screamed loudly as his ass got stretched farther than it ever had before, the vibrations making Saadia moan.

“Ugh~ Such a tight fit.” Carlotta complained as she suddenly had to share space with Adrianne’s club of a cock, the two futanari thrust back and forth tearing his booty up. There wasn’t a moment in which he wasn’t stretched up, when one pulled back the other went balls deep.

Ulfrian got gangbanged like that, getting his body used without a care…his cock leaked cum, his prostate getting smashed meant that runny white cum was constantly leaking out of his now limp with each thrust.

“Mmh~ If Dragons weren’t still a problem I would suggest you worked as a wench, certainly you would earn plenty of coin.” Hulda said with a laugh, enjoying his soft hands quite a lot.

“Could strip them naked and offer him as a gift alongside a room in the inn.” Saadia continued the joke, loving how her cock was getting squeezed by Ulfrian’s convulsing throat, there was just something incredibly satisfying about using her cock to shut up the Dragonborn famous for their proficiency with the voice. Ulfrian wasn’t doing any shouting with 14 inches of Redguard cock clogging his airways.

“I’m sure I could set some stamina potions aside to make sure he keeps performing for the whole day~ I might even spend some nights in the Inn if I was also given such a cute sissy to plow.” Arcadia said which finally made them all laugh. Ulfrian rolled his eyes, happy to know that the women were having fun while gangbanging him like a cheap whore!

He was enjoying it though, even the uncomfortable stretch of two fat cocks going wild in his ass turned into burning pleasure. He knew he was going to be left a gaping mess by the end of the night and he loved the thought of it~

“His feet are so soft, I’m actually kind of jealous.” Ysolda comments as her shaft was sandwiched in between his soles. That was true about the rest of his body, a bratty mage born into nobility. He had the skin of a Princess that had spent her whole life in the castle…Restoration magic certainly helped.

At some point Adrianne and Carlotta realized that his ass tightened up when they spanked him, so that was added to the fun.

SWAT~ SWAT~ SWAT~

His pale booty was left burning red, shaking and jiggling with each powerful slap. Ulfrian got treated like a toy, Hulda and Arcadia even started playing with nipples, pinching and pulling on them.

“You sissy cumdumpster, get ready for the first load!” Adrianne growled seconds before she came, warmth filled his gut as he got that sweet anal creampie, Carlotta not taking much longer to add her own load into the mix. The women got to see as his belly inflated slightly from the sheer amount of cum, he looked two months pregnant and certainly felt heavy enough for it.

“Oh, I’m feeling it too!” Saadia sped up, heavy Redguard balls slapping against his chin, wet gurgling sounds being forced out of Ulfrian as his eyes rolled up. By the time Adrianne and Carlotta had pulled out Saadia was already groaning and feeding him even more cum only this time down his throat.

“Ha! Look at that cute sissy bum gape, we really did some good work.” Carlotta said, admiring how Ulfrian’s asshole struggled to close up as it leaked out white cum slowly. Had he been a woman and her pussy being fucked then pregnancy would be guaranteed. As things were he was left with a warm feeling and a sting in his ass from the brutal pounding.

The sissy in question coughed up some nuts as Saadia pulled out, body weak from the rough sex and mind covered with a haze of pleasure. He barely reacted as the rope around his ankles were untied. 

He reacted when he was raised up, weakly mewling as the Dragonborn looked around him. Arcadia and Hulda were picking him up by his soft cum smeared thighs, cocks nice, hard and leaking precum, Ysolda was right in front of him.

“They had their fun, now it is our turn Dragonsissy~ ” Arcadia said with a smirk. Ulfrian gulped as the three women got closer, pressing their bigger bodies against his soft one, squishing him in between their chests.

“I will buy you a healing potion in the morning! But I really can’t wait~” Ysolda said apologetically as she stroked her shaft.

“And I will make sure you have a free room in my Inn from now on…as long as you pay in other ways of course~” Hulda promised with a grin.

Ulfrian took a deep breath, doing his best to relax his gaping asshole as the three women got ready.

It didn’t help. “AaaaHHHHhhh~!!!” Ulfrian squealed like a pig as three cocks entered his ass at once. “Oh fuck~! I feel so full, my ass is going to break!” He cried out.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, even if it does I have a potion for it~” Arcadia said, groaning as she alongside her two friends plowed the Dragonborn at the same time. Ulfrian’s cock was now fully soft, flopping around with each thrust of the futas sharing him like a bottle of cheap mead. 

Holding onto Arcadia and Hulda’s shoulders for support, Ulfrian grit his teeth drooling running down his chin ass got fucked.

“You girls have fun with that, Saadia and I will get some drinks for all of us.” Adrianne said, her actions telling that this was just the beginning of what was bound to be a very long night for the Dragonborn’s tight asshole.

On and on the hours went. Ulfrian got fucked against every surface of Arcadia’s bedroom in all sorts of positions and by every girl multiple times. By the time the sun had come up signaling the start of the next day each woman creampied his ass at least five times and cum down his throat a similar number of times. His body left completely drenched with cum from his feet to the top of his head.

It was only when Ulfrian had been literally fucked unconscious that the fun stopped, laid on his belly with a fucked insensate expression, asshole gaping completely and leaking cum in between his legs. The Breton wouldn’t be sitting down, only walking with a limp thanks to potions and restoration magic.

His reward for being a hero had been to be made the bitch of six of the city's most endowed women and Ulfrian had enjoyed it all way too much for his own good. Eventually he would have to march out, probably answer that loud call from those weird monks, but he could afford to laze around a day or two~

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“M-My thane, shouldn’t we be marching towards High Hrothgar to meet with the Greybeards?” His grunt bodyguard said, making Ulfrian sigh in frustration.

“I already told you Lydia, we get the sap from the Eldergleam first then we do that.” Ulfrian said with a wave of his hand, the hand currently holding the enchanted dagger, Nettlebane. It was supposed to be exactly what was needed to get the sap from the ancient tree.

Initially Ulfrian had been planning to go stealthily, using Illusion magic to sneak his way past the savage Forsworn. However after he had absorbed his first dragon soul he had felt charged to the brim with energy so he had taken the chance to test his new power.

It was glorious indeed, his fireball spells were thrice as powerful now all of his spells seemed to be. It had been incredibly satisfying to burn his way through, or push away those that got too close with the voice. In the end killing the Hagravens and looting the dagger had been a quick affair all things considered.

“But surely the call from the Greybeards is of more importance than some tree?” Lydia said with an irritated tone. Ulfrian shot her a glare, shutting her up.

Oh, she wasn’t wrong. If one had to put things in a list of priorities, restoring a tree in Whiterun would be quite at the bottom. Ulfrian was a petty brat though, he didn’t like the fact that the Greybears called and he was supposed to casually climb the biggest mountain in the Province like some domesticated dog. Prioritizing Danica’s task was his way of being spiteful. He would eventually do it, snobbing some of the most respected men in Skyrim was just a bad political move at the end of the day.

That didn’t mean he would let his housecarl run her mouth every ten fucking minutes like Lydia had. The woman was competent, a skilled Nord warrior, and willing to carry around his loot(massive bag on her back filled with all the gold, trinkets, and babbles Ulfrian had wanted to keep), she was also however so amazingly boring. She wasn’t a futanari, which fair enough not every woman in Skyrim was one and Ulfrian didn’t discriminate. The problem was that Lydia was a total prude, the type to look down at any lewd act as ‘uncouth’ and ‘filthy’.

“Lydia, shut it.” Ulfrian simply said, he was the damn Dragonborn. Hell he had actually taken down a second dragon already on the way here. Having taken a carriage to Windhelm he had been shocked when a dragon had decided to attack the oldest city, not that it had done very well with the Stormcloaks firing hundreds of arrows and an empowered Ulfrian blasting it with spells.

The second soul had been every bit as delicious as the first, empowering him even further.

Eldergleam Sanctuary was admittedly very beautiful. The Breton and Nord entered the cave only to be greeted by so many trees and flowers of all sizes and colors, there were also pilgrims seemingly just enjoying the natural appeal of the place. Ulfrian however had his eyes set on the price. The Eldergleam.

The tree was supposed to be one of the oldest living things in Skyrim, it certainly looked impressive. However roots thicker than some houses made the climb upwards quite the challenge indeed. Well he hadn’t gotten this damn dagger for nothing now had he?

…Except that as he got ready to cut up the roots and go up, he was shocked by the roots moving before his strike. Curling back all by their own without him needed to do much, stepping forward he saw that all the other roots were doing the same.

“My Thane, the path is blocked to me!” Ulfrian heard, indeed the roots had moved back in place behind him, stopping Lydia and some of the Pilgrims that had tried to rush up from crossing. Well then, this seemed quite far from a coincidence, now was it?

Ulfrian climbed up with some weariness, not taking much at all to reach the very top. There he was met by some Spriggan, knowing just how dangerous they could be his hands started flaming up in anticipation.

He was halted by a raised hand, one of the Spriggan. That was very weird; the only thing the creatures were known for was attacking all kinds of creatures and people in the wild. For some reason his chest started burning up.

“Halt! My child, there's no need for violence this day.” The damn Spriggan talked and it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, power seemed to radiate from it. Ulfrian licked his lips, the presence was unlike anything he had ever encountered but for some reason he wasn’t feeling unease.

“I am so glad that I get to see you, Dragonborn. While you may count yourself among Akatosh’s children, know that there’s a place in my heart for you as well~” The Spriggan said, the voice growing clearer and more feminine. The body changed not short after, wood gave way to dark green flesh, gnarly knots and roots giving way to luscious light green hair. The proportions changed too, while the Spriggan were known for looking vaguely feminine the figure in front of him changed to look motherly and thick. Heavy breasts, wide hips, a kind and caring face, even a slight pudge to her belly it all invoked the image of motherhood into his mind.

Well except for one thing, in between the being’s legs lay a cock. Just one look was enough for Ulfrian to know that it was potent and fertile at least 20 inches in length and a darker green than the rest of the being’s skin. The tip was already leaking precum, except instead of a runny clear fluid, an amber sap-like substance was drooling copiously. The moment a drop touched the ground flowers of all kinds sprouted forth.

Ulfrian pulled away a burning collar from under his mage robes…A Kynareth amulet that was glowing with mystical energies beyond his current comprehension. With that last clue everything seemed to fall into place.

“You’re Kynareth aren’t you!?” Ulfrian questioned with manic energy, the possibility of being in front of one of the nine Divines shocking him into freezing.

“Kynareth, Kyne, Kin, Khenarathi, Tava…Some of my names indeed. I’m here Ulfrian, here to bestow you with my blessing.” Kynareth herself breathed out, walking towards Ulfrian slowly. The Breton was moved out of his stupor as the Goddess hugged him tightly only to then grab his cheeks and press a searing kiss on his lips.

Ulfrian’s toes curled, moaning into the kiss like a needy slut as pleasure flooded his system. Utterly overwhelmed by the touch of the Divine thing in front of him, when Kynareht’s tongue slipped inside his mouth he did little but accept it submissively letting the bigger woman pin his tongue down. Her saliva tastes like Juniper berries, and it left Ulfrian wanting more when she eventually pulled back.

Kynareth’s avatar(as it clearly wasn’t the Goddess in her true splendor) moved her hands to Ulfrian’s shoulders, massaging them for a minute. She tenderly smiled at the Breton even as she used her superior strength to force him to kneel down at the feet of the Eldergleam.

“You must drink Dragonborn, drink your fill of my hole essence so that you’re ready to receive my blessing~” While the words were powerful and probably sincere, Ulfrian did catch the direct meaning. The Goddess of the Sky, Kynareth, was asking Ulfrian to suck her cock, the same cock that was still leaking an amber sap into the ground even now.

Not wanting to let the Goddess gift go to waste, he grabbed the limp bitchbreaker with two hands and pressed his lips to the tip. The syrupy fluid flooded his mouth quickly, forcing Ulfrian to start gulping down. The taste was superb, the greatest thing he had drank in his entire life, better than even the most expensive High Rock wine. It was so sweet yet it still had an undertone of saltiness and bitterness one normally related to cum, it only made the taste more amazing.

His lips stretched over the green cockhead of the now mewling Goddess. Kynareth’s hands running through his red hair as he lapped up and down her cockslit with his tongue. He must have looked like a needy babe suckling on his mother’s tit. Considering Kynareth’s divine status it wasn’t too far from the truth, except instead of milk Ulfrian was being fed divine jizz.

“Yes~ Just like that my child, you must work for this blessing…though I know you’re more than experienced enough to do so~” Kynareth encouraged, incidentally revealing that the Divines watched him slut around, which was actually kind of embarrassing.

Still it served as a wake up call, here he was sucking off Kynareth and he had been too distracted enjoying the delightful taste of sap-like cum instead of paying proper worship. He easily fixed up, bobbing his head back and forth, tongue swirling around the tip, he quickly managed to coax the green cock into full hardness, his hands playfully squeezing Kynareth’s large cum tanks.

The Goddess moaned and groaned loudly, clearly satisfied with his enthusiasm.

“Heheh~ Dibella and Mara were quite jealous that I was the first to get a taste of you. Dibella in particular is eager to meet you.” Kynareth said, shocking Ulfrian at the mention of the two other female Divines. “As Goddesses of Love they thought that they deserved it more, but luckily for me you stumbled into my Sanctuary before any of theirs~ Skyrim was always more in tune with me.” 

The implication that the other two female Divines wanted a piece of his ass wasn’t missed at all. He was flattered, incredibly so, even someone as bratty as him felt honored by the attention and desire.

“But enough of that. You have drunk enough of my essence and my time here is limited, I’m ready to bestow my blessing upon you!” Kynareth said, pulling back her fully hard cock kept leaking sap at an increased rate, the fluid sticking to every part of Ulfrian’s mouth. He felt beyond full too, a hand on his belly told him he was slightly-bloated too, no wonder he felt like he had just eaten three full meals.

The Avatar waved one hand and suddenly Ulfrian could feel the grass in between his toes, the wind hitting his rock hard cock, and Kynareth’s other hand groping his soft chest. He was naked, Kynareth had stripped him naked with a wave of her hand. That was so incredibly hot~

“Such a beautiful body, oh how I will enjoy this~” Kynareth almost growled, stepping forward the Sky Goddess shocked Ulfrian by grabbing him by his plump thighs. The mage yelped, his back resting against Kynareth’s ample blossom as he was casually held up and carried to the edge of the highest level of the Sanctuary.

Shocked gasps and shouts could be heard, from below Lydia and pilgrims got to see with their very eyes as the Avatar of Kynareth hooked her arms behind his knees and folded him until her hands were putting pressure behind his neck.

The noise only grew as they watched Ulfrian get impaled on the sap-leaking cock. His eyes rolled up, cum shooting out of the tip of his much smaller cock at the penetration.

“Observe, Watch as your Goddess blesses the child of Dragon blood!” Kynareth said her voice reaching every corner of the Sanctuary.

Then she started thrusting up, fucking Ulfrian in a full-nelson like there was no tomorrow. Each time her thighs slapped his butt with a meaty PLAP, her fat green balls hitting Ulfrian’s grape-sized ones and leaving a delicious stinging feeling as his cock just couldn’t stop shooting out cum.

“Ah~ Ah~ Yesss~ Fuck~ Kynareth y-you’re breaking me~!” Ulfrian moaned like a needy whore, despite it being just one cock the pleasure far surpassed what he had experienced in his ‘reward orgy’ back in Whiterun. He didn’t care that everyone was seeing him get used and dominated, it just felt so right and good to be used as a toy by the Divine being.

Perhaps his mortal body couldn’t help but submit in the face of a Goddess, perhaps the Gods were just better at fucking someone stupid . Whichever the case it didn’t change the fact that Ulfrian’s eyes were rolling up, his tongue lolling out as he moaned obscenity after obscenity a filthy ahegao expression on his face.

The Goddess responsibly simply smiled, loving just how tight his ass was, how squeezed her shaft and just how slippery the hole was thanks to her sap. Even now with each thrust some of her divine essence slipped out and drooled down to coat her cock and thighs but that was fine she was definitely pumping bunches and bunches into her cute little Dragonborn cumpdumpster~

Still, as willing as Kynareth was to use her current cocksleeve for literal days on end, she had spoken the truth when she said that her time had been limited. Already this avatar was falling apart at the seams too weak to withstand her presence, she was already pushing it as she was…

She kept plapping the beautiful sissy for only a couple more minutes before she came.

“Yes! Accept my blessing!” Kynareth shouted as her balls clenched, groaning her sap exploded in quantity as it filled the Dragonborn until the boy looked nine months pregnant, though her essence would make sure his body stayed stretchy from now on, being able to accommodate some truly massive cocks inside him.

“Knock me up~ B-Breed me~” Ulfrian moaned out, making the Goddess giggle at the silly words. Well it wasn’t that she couldn’t breed a man, she was a Goddess after all, but not with her current avatar and certainly not now when the Dragonborn had yet to fulfill his destiny.

Removing her cock from the snug hole took some real effort, it wasn’t often that she got out to play after all. When she did sap leaked copiously, revitalizing the ground when it hit it, her blessing too manifested in the form of a tattoo right above his perky butt, a pair of silver wings with a blue gemstone in between them. The fact that there was space for two other tattoos to either side of it wasn’t just a happy coincidence.

“Grow strong my love~ Strong enough that there won’t be a need for this imperfect avatar. My blessing will guarantee safe travels from now on, you shan’t need to worry about being attacked by wild beasts either.” She explained even as her avatar crumbled apart.

She may have intentionally left out that all that divine sap in his belly would make sure his ass and hips grow significantly in size over the next few days~ Only the best for her future loves to clap, plap and worship.

Dibella and Mara would be so jealous when she returned~