Daedric Princes
“You!” Sonin rushed toward the handsome Breton in the strange cave, “Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you for everything you caused me!”
Sam laughed at the little woman, twigs in her hair and barefoot. She looked like, well like she went on the wild goose chase he made for her.
“...A GOAT! MARRIED TO A FUCKING GOAT!” She ranted.
“Why don’t you calm down and notice where you are Sonin,” Sam spoke calmly.
“Where I…” she looked around at the water flowing and the table of guests she didn’t notice til now, “Oh fuck.” Sam grinned from ear to ear. “Which one are you?”
“Now you get it. I am-” a purple mist formed and Sam turned into his true form, “Sanguine, Daedric Prince of debauchery! At your service!” He winked.
“Well...that explains a lot. So you drugged me?” Sonin crossed her arms.
“Yes well, sorry about that. You caught on to my game too early. Here, let me make it up to you,” he waved his hands and suddenly Sonin was in a fine fur lined dress that immediately made her feel warm and glimmered with protective enchantment. “And let’s not forget my staff.” It appeared in Sonin’s hands.
“So...that’s it?” Sonin arched a brow, “You get a laugh, I get a staff?”
“Well we were hoping you’d stay for a few drinks,” Sanguine replied.
“We?” Sonin turned to the table and spotted the second prince.
“IT is I!” Jumped up on the table and kicked some plates of food, “There isn’t enough cheese!”
“Sheogorath?” Sonin questioned.
“Yes?” He tilted his head, “Oh! You were asking! Yes! Join us? These men are dreadfully dull.”
“This is an awful idea. What’s to keep either of you from trying to kill me? Not saying you would succeed but...I’d rather not fight both of you,” Sonin sighed.
“Neither of us wishes to piss off Akatosh,” Sanguine explained, “Other daedra, sureeee, but not the big God.”
“Fair enough,” Sonin shrugged, “Wait, was it the drugged drink or you that made me so damn horny in the inn?”
Sanguine and Sheogorath both laughed, “It’s my presence. Debauchery and all that, why? Would you like to feel it again?” He stepped closer.
“Are-are you suggesting what I think you are?” Sonin felt herself flush again, this time from her own mind and not the prince’s powers. He was about seven and a half feet tall and sure to be a giant in other ways. It thrilled her.
“Ah good! Good! That blush tells me she’s already thinking about it,” Sheogorath appeared beside her instantly.
“Drinks,” Sonin cleared her throat and looked away from the two crazy men, “That’s it.”
“Of course! Of Course!” Sheogorath took a seat at the table again and helped himself to a plate of nothing but cheese. “You know,” he spoke as Sonin took a seat and a tankard of the spiced mead, “you remind me of myself at a young age. All I cared about was riding narwhales and sleeping in honeycombs and drinking babies' tears. Word of advice, if you ever ride a narwhale, mind the pointy end.”
“I’ll stick to horses, but thanks,” Sonin replied with a strange look.
“Or,” Sanguine added as he sat shoulder to chest with her, “Enjoy the pointy end.”
“I think...that would kill someone,” Sonin responded with a frown.
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” He smirked in reply.
“Gross,” Sonin shivered, “A line has to be drawn somewhere.”
Sanguine stroked a clawed finger under her chin, making her shiver again, “Does it though?”
“Yes,” Sonin stated, “On to other topics, did you really do all this for some sort of fun?”
“This may have begun as a minor amusement, but it wasn't long before I realized you'd make a more interesting bearer of my not-quite-holy staff,” he winked at the last part.
“Ah yes,” Sonin smiled at her next thought, “You know, for the Prince of debauchery I expected your staff to be...bigger.”
“You wound me!” Sanguine grabbed his chest, “surely that deserves punishment.” He turned to Sheogorath, “What do you say friend?”
“Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!” Is all he said in reply.
“Yes...well,” Sanguine cleared his throat, “How about this?”
With a snap of his wickedly long fingers Sonin had one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She shook and wailed as it raked through her body, being forced out of her. Sanguine smiled, enjoying the way the little mortal went limp once it was over.
“What the fuck was that?” Sonin looked down at herself, sure she soaked through the bottom of the dress.
“Punishment,” Sanguine smiled with his sharp teeth showing, “Want some more?”
“I-I,” the truth was simple but she didn’t want to admit it.
“Just say yes dearie!” Sheogorath replied.
“You want me too?” Sonin questioned.
He moved from his chair to cusp her cheek and tilt her head toward him while closed the distance, “Ah, my little mortal. I'm a man of many personalities, but tell you what? They're all very fond of you.”
“You two have just met me,” Sonin countered.
“Oh no, we’ve been watching you and your love interests for months now. We know you quite well,” Sanguine replied.
“What’s the catch?” She asked.
Sheogorath sighed, “Catch? Such an untrusting soul. If there were a catch, I'd say it's that two of my guests are murderous cannibals!”
“No catch, my sweet Dragonborn,” Sanguine leaned in and licked the tip of her ear, a favorite of hers, “Just endless pleasure. I guess the real catch is you may never wish to leave.”
“Ah screw it,” Sonin sighed and turned on Sanguine, grabbing him by the pauldrons and kissing him.
His lips weren’t exactly soft like human flesh, but more like a nicely tanned sheep hide. Her hands grabbed at the skin of his neck, thick like leather but unbelievably hot. Sanguine smiled into her kiss, deepening it while cradling her neck and back in turn. Sheogorath watched, enjoying the sight and waiting for an opportunity.
With a swift motion, Sanguine lifted Sonin by the ass and laid her out on the table. Dishes scattered and broke yet the people around them didn’t react. Sonin finally realised these were probably fake people, daedra or mortals of some sort enchanted. Sheogorath let out a happy holler as Sanguine lifted Sonin’s skirts. Thankfully, the unnatural air around them wasn’t cold.
“Shit~” Sonin cursed as Sanguine’s tongue found her slit.
It was far from human by the feel of it. Long, angular, and slightly rough. It filled her walls as well as any cock would, stretching her and searching. Sonin let out more pleasured moans and gasps as Sanguine found the hidden spot he was looking for. True to his realm, he knew what to do. Sonin was clutching the table, screaming her orgasm as it took hold of her body. Sanguine used some of his power to heighten the sensation and left Sonin feeling feverish.
“What was that?” Sonin asked between gasps of air.
“Oh we’re just getting started sweetheart,” Sanguine smirked and freed his erection.
To say it was massive was an understatement. Sonin swallowed hard, not sure she could manage it. Sanguine picked up on her fear and leaned over to stroke her hair.
“Just relax,” he cooed, “I won’t hurt you, I promise. Unless you ask me to. Which you will be doing by the end of the night.”
Sonin simply nodded.
…
“Where is Sonin?” Vilkas asked Lydia after getting nowhere with his twin.
“She went to the Mare. I couldn’t find her when I checked in,” Lydia sounded mildly panicked.
“Breezehome?” He questioned.
“No. I even had Vigilance check the whole area. Her trail leads out the city,” she explained .
“I can’t sense her now either,” Vilkas sighed and ran a hand down his face.
“Any luck?” Farkas walked toward the two of them.
“No. She left the city. We may need Athis to track her. It’s unlike her to just leave without a word,” Vilkas sighed again.
“I’ll get him.”
…
“Ah~ah~” Sonin moaned as Sanguine pressed forward into her.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him tight but scared. He was massive, another inhuman part. Along his length contained rigged and bumped areas that reminded her of some of the carved sex toys she had seen in wealthier homes. It burned deliciously as he stretched her too far. Sheogorath watched from the end of the table, snacking on his cheese and rubbing his own forming erection.
“Just relax,” Sanguine instructed, “I’ll make sure you can fit me.”
Using his powers, Sanguine made Sonin even wetter. With a popping sound he hilted and they both exclaimed their pleasure at the sensation. Sanguine thrust softly to let her adjust, but soon Sonin was moving her own hips faster than even he dared.
“This is all well and fun,” Sheogorath spoke from his place at the table, “But is there room for one more?”
Sonin nodded her head but didn’t speak, too busy moaning and gasping for air. Her body was so hot, like a werewolf on its first transformation. Sheogorath moved like a cat across the table and pulled himself free at her mouth. Sonin stretched her neck to accommodate. He was more of Farkas’ size than the massive log that was Sanguine.
“The Dragonborn is quite accommodating, isn’t she?” Sanguine asked Sheogorath.
“Very!” He exclaimed in reply and slammed his hips forward.
Sonin sputtered spit around his cock, feeling like she couldn’t breath even though she could. Between the hellish heat of Sanguine and the madman, she couldn’t feel anything beyond her own pleasure.
They didn’t stay in that position long, with Sanguine snapping his fingers and changing the roles. Next thing Sonin knew she was tied up in a series of elaborate ropes and suspended from the air to an unknown ceiling. Sanguine and Sheogorath took turns spanking her ass and the bottoms of her feet until they were red.
Sonin squealed at each lashing, dripping wet. Sanguine’s magic was filthy, making her remember the feeling of him inside her when he wasn’t. This time they changed places, letting Sonin lick around Sanguine’s angular head while Sheogorath took her from behind.
…
“It’s been a week!” Vilkas shouted to the Jarl, “We need people to look for the Dragonborn.”
“You will watch your tone,” Balgruuf spoke, “Companion or no, you are addressing a Jarl.”
“Apologies my Jarl,” Lydia stepped in, “My friend is just concerned. It is unlike the Dragonborn to be gone so long without warning. We are worried she was captured.”
“In my city walls?” Balgruuf questioned, “Didn’t I put you in charge of watching her Lydia?”
Lydia winced, “Yes sir. My Thane has a mind of her own though, and often orders me away from her for privacy.”
“Then perhaps that is all this is,” he replied, “She wanted privacy and will return when ready. She has a great responsibility on her shoulders. I cannot blame her for that.”
“My Jarl,” Vilkas spoke but was interrupted.
“I will have no more of this. I will not be sending out my guards to hunt for someone who doesn’t want to be found. Return to me when it has been a month and we’ll readdress this. Now take your leave.”
Jarl Balgruuf watched the two leave respectfully. In truth, he was concerned for his Thane. She was a remarkable woman whom he respected as much as he respected the Greybeards themselves. Part of him worried for more than professional reasons, but he pushed those thoughts aside. There was no way a young woman like her would want an old Jarl like him, past his days of fighting.
…
“Sanguine!” Sonin exclaimed as he pushed into her lubricated ass.
“You love it!” He smiled, “You can’t hide that from me. I know these things. You’re in my realm now, little Dragonborn.”
“More~please~” Sonin gasped as Sheogorath took her love swollen sex.
“Oh ho! She’s ready for the finale!” Sheogorath exclaimed.
“Finale?” Sonin questioned just as Sanguine changed the scenario again.
This time Sonin was straddling Sanguine, his huge hands on her breasts. Sheogorath was in her ass, also straddling Sanguine, just on his legs. They thrust at opposite timing to keep Sonin from adjusting fully. The orgasm that followed was intense, causing Sonin to pass out.