[pre-story]Another short patreon musing, this one suggested by Iceman77! I had fun writing this one! I couldn't decide on the dragonborn at first, but then I had an idea for something new, something to mix things up a bit, and then it all came together. This is my first futa story! I admit, it's a little more difficult to write a futa than I expected, and it probably doesn't help that there were a lot of ladies involved here so pronouns got all mixed up sometimes, but it was interesting. Maybe I'll continue this later on, who knows. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
“This way.” A priestess in brown robes and a yellow-gold hood and mantle spoke, gesturing the dragonborn to follow her deeper into the temple. The proud imperial woman followed, walking with a confidence forged in dragonfire, passing between a pair of golden statues of the goddess Dibella, her beauty so radiant that even those icons of beauty and womanhood seemed pale by comparison. She was like a dream come to life. Men and women alike lusted over her, over her breasts, perfectly-formed and shapely mounds the size of ripe melons, over her hourglass curves, over her thick, jiggling backside and long, shapely legs. Others envied her for her smooth, pale, flawless skin, her full, plush, pink lips, her regal features, her commanding presence, her subtle strength. She was dressed lightly, wearing only a knee-length green dress with a slit running up one thigh and a leather corset around her narrow waist, the plunging neckline exposing a deep valley of flawless, creamy cleavage. But despite her beauty, there was a coldness to her, she seemed somehow untouchable, unapproachable, and no matter what brave soul made an advance on her, she always turned them down cold. Her soft leather boots padded across the stone floor, only to suddenly come to a stop as her guide halted in front of a pair of dwemer-made double doors. “In here.” She said, pushing them open.
The room behind the doors was a large octagon, the space lit softly but clearly by dozens of flickering candles on a trio of tables against the walls, the central space dominated by a low octagonal platform covered in a thick, soft mat and silken sheets. A trio of priestesses were waiting there, looking up as the dragonborn arrived. They swiftly hurried over to stand in front of her, the priestess who’d led her down moving to join them as they lined up in front of the platform.
Together, the four holy women bowed deeply before the dragonborn. “Welcome, dragonborn, we are honored to be in your presence.” The middle figure intoned, her voice soft and warm, mature, motherly even. She straightened up again, hands coming up to her hood and pushing it back. She was older, certainly, a tall, mature nord, but age had stolen none of her beauty, and she’d clearly gone the extra mile to bring it out today. Her long blonde hair was swept back behind her ears, a few locks braided and pinned together at the back holding it all in place. Her face was soft and gently tanned, her full, pink-painted lips bent into a warm smile, her smoky eyeshadow giving her bright blue eyes a somewhat sultry look. “I am Hamal, high priestess of this temple.” She added, introducing herself.
The dragonborn offered a small bow in return. “I appreciate the welcome, sisters, but I must ask, why was I summoned?” She asked, getting straight to the business.
Hamal stepped forward. “I summoned you, dragonborn, because Dibella has given me a vision of you.” She explained, hands coming up to rest on the dragonborn’s shoulders, gazing deep into her eyes. “I know what you hide from the world.” She began, and the dragonborn visibly stiffened. “Please, you must understand. Dibella has given you a grand gift, a great blessing. She chose you to be her champion, her envoy of beauty to the world, and she weeps, knowing her gift has hurt you, knowing you think it a curse, knowing it has gone unused. I called you here to show you the greatness of your gift.”
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The dragonborn replied, brusquely brushing one of Hamal’s hands off her shoulders, her stalwart confidence shaken. “If- If you have nothing serious to talk about, I’ll be on my-” The words died on her lips as Hamal’s free hand slid between her thighs, delicate fingers effortlessly finding the tightly-bound but still sizable bulge in her undergarments.
“You are gifted, dragonborn.” Hamal breathed, leaning a little closer, her voice soft and breathy as she tenderly squeezed the sizable bulge “You’re more beautiful than any woman, stronger than any man. You are the embodiment of the best of both worlds, Dibella’s vision of ideal beauty made real, a living work of art crafted by our goddess.” She explained, slowly rubbing her palm against the bulge. “We are the faithful followers of the goddess of beauty and love. Let us show you the greatness of her gift, let us worship you as you deserve to be worshipped.”
The dragonborn was too stunned by the high priestess’ boldness to reply, but her body was not so restrained. After years of willful neglect and almost-painful binding, and a lifetime of unfulfilled potential, her ‘gift’ responded eagerly to the novel touch of another, pulsing, throbbing, and straining desperately against her undergarments as it grew and grew and grew. Hamal’s smile widened, palm rubbing more vigorously as she glanced back over her shoulder to the three hooded sisters behind her.
“Senna, Orla, Anwen, your help, please.” Hamal called.
The three robed sisters approached eagerly. A small, energetic breton girl and a broad-hipped redguard slipped around behind the dragonborn, swiftly unlacing her corset and dress while a tall, busty nord approached the high priestess and untied her robe. Before the dragonborn could protest, she was stripped of her dress, her rosy pink nipples hardening in the cool air and her still-growing shaft throbbing against her panties.
Hamal pulled her hand away and stepped back, letting her robe fall open, revealing her sensual figure to the dragonborn. The priestly robes were remarkably concealing, it seemed, as the curvaceous figure revealed came as a complete surprise. The softness of her face carried through the rest of her body, from her full breasts, almost as large as the dragonborn’s, to the sensual curves of her waistline, to her generous hips and thick, creamy thighs. Her skin was a warm olive tone from head to toe, smooth and almost flawless. The robe fell from her shoulders to pool on the stone floor at her feet as she presented herself before the dragonborn’s hungry gaze, her inner thighs growing wet, her nipples hardening.
The dragonborn had spent her entire life ashamed of her ‘gift’ and struggling to hide it. It had taken an iron will and very tight underwear to restain it even as her body screamed with lust, and yet, she’d managed to hold it back all this time… Dextrous fingers tugged at the knot on her hip, and the strained material of her panties fell away, unleashing the red-hot steel rod from its confinement. The shaft sprang to attention as the panties fell away, an angry red vein-marbled club two hand spans long and thicker than her fingers could close around, thrusting proudly from the dragonborn’s hips and bobbing in the air with her pulse, the swollen crown gleaming like an apple. Just beneath that brutal masculine member, where one might expect to find a pair of heavy, swaying balls, there was pair of flushed, smooth lips, gently parted to reveal the tender pink petals of her flower, glistening with sweet nectar. The junior priestesses gasped in awe at the sight, and the dragonborn snapped out of her daze, her cheeks burning with shame and her hands delving between her thighs, trying to hide the crude appendage and flushed lips and failing, even with both hands.
“Don’t be ashamed, dragonborn.” Hamal spoke, shaking her head as she stepped closer to the dragonborn, close enough that the hard nipples of her massive, divinely perfect breasts grazed the thick, suckable peaks of her own impressive bust. The high priestess reached forward, gingerly tugging at the dragonborn’s wrists. The dragonborn resisted, but the priestess didn’t fight her, she simply continued to tug, gently and persistently, until the dragonborn yielded, her hands coming away and her endowment springing free, the flared tip nosing against Hamal’s soft belly. Hamal smiled, warmly.
“Your gift is beautiful, a glorious tool of the goddess’ love…” Hamal assured the still-blushing warrior-woman, then paused, shaking her head. “Let us show you.” She purred, leaning in to suddenly kiss the dragonborn, her tongue tenderly probing at the stunned woman’s lips. It only lasted a moment before Hamal pulled away, smiling playfully as she lowered her head to kiss the dragonborn’s collarbone. Meanwhile, the sisters at the dragonborn’s back stepped in close, soft breasts pressed against her back and shoulders, arms wrapping around her body to embrace and caress her, four hands eagerly roaming over her flawless, pale flesh, roaming over her curves and sliding up to cup and squeeze her monumental mounds. Slowly the high priestess sank to her knees, leaving a trail of tender kisses over the dragonborn’s awe-inspiring chest and flat stomach before coming face-to-face with the gift she’d been praising. The dragonborn could only look on, eyes wide with anticipation as the full-figured high priestess licked her lips, gazing lovingly at the steely weapon.
Hamal gripped the shaft at the root, her grip gentle but firm, levelling the length weapon at her own full lips. Her lips parted, her eyes flicking up to meet the dragonborn’s as she leaned forward, wrapping those soft pink-painted lips around the helmet-shaped tip, engulfing it in the warm wetness of her experienced mouth. The dragonborn gasped involuntarily, her shaft pulsing between the high priestess’ gently-stretched lips. The warmth, the wetness, the softness, it was incredible, a thousand times better than those rare occasions her resolve had faltered and she’d used her hand on the cursed appendage. The corner’s of Hamal’s lips curled up into a playful smirk, before she threw herself into her task once more, pushing her head forward to slowly engulf more and more of the dragonborn’s gift. The proud imperial warrior-woman could only moan, eyes squeezed shut as the once-unimaginable pleasure grew more and more intense.
The dragonborn was at the mercy of the priestesses’ sweet torment, crying out as dark-skinned hands found the proud, rosy pink peaks of her heavy breasts and pinched, tweaking the tender pleasure-buds teasingly. Nimble digits roamed down her gently-toned abs, one hand moving to the base of the throbbing weapon, taking over from Hamal’s, while the other dipped lower, one slender finger finding the throbbing pink bud of her clit and mercilessly flicking it back and forth. All the while Hamal’s soft lips continued to slide further and further down the intimidating weapon, her tongue writhing against the underside of the thick shaft as its tip pushed closer and closer to the entrance of her throat. The dragonborn’s head whipped side to side as she moaned uncontrollably, her body assaulted by pleasure from all directions, her mind struggling to hold on as it was battered this way and that by crashing waves of ecstasy.
Hamal paused a moment as the flared tip of the dragonborn’s member probed at her throat, but she wasn’t finished yet. Silently she reached up, taking hold of the dragonborn’s generous hips and squeezing her eyes shut before suddenly pulling herself forward, swallowing the divine spear into the rippling depths of the throat. Down and down and down she went, swallowing more and more and more of the dragonborn’s mighty cock, eyes tearing up slightly at the sheer effort of taking such a monstrously thick rod into her throat. She could almost feel her throat distending around its monstrous girth, the thickness cutting off her air, but she just had to keep going. The hand holding the cock in place pulled away as Hamal’s lips drew near, and with one final thrust of her head, she felt her lips press against the smooth flesh at the base of the dragonborn’s thick shaft, finally engulfing the entire length in her squeezing, swallowing throat.
The dragonborn’s moans grew even louder as Hamal took her entire length, her body writhing in the embrace of the sisters. The sensations assaulting her mind and body were incredible, incomparable. Something was building in her core, something big, something powerful, something she’d never felt before. She couldn’t stop it, and it terrified and excited her all at once. The priestesses toying with her body redoubled their efforts, sensing the change, tugging and tweaking her nipples harder, flicking her super-sensitive clit faster and faster, swallowing on that steely shaft over and over… Then a new pair of hands settled on her shoulders. The dragonborn’s eyes snapped open only to see the until-now uninvolved busty priestess suddenly leaning in, wordlessly pressing her soft pink lips to the dragonborns’, kissing her tenderly, passionately, eager pink tongue probing between her moaning lips.
It was just too much. The dragonborn’s eyes rolled up, wailing mindlessly into the kiss as something inside her gave way, her entire body trembling as that unstoppable something building inside her was unleashed. A surge of pure, divine bliss hit her, striking her mind like a thunderbolt and exploding through her body like a fireball, burning and electric and glorious and perfect. Her hips ground forward uncontrollably as the pleasure boiled up her length, surging along her shaft until molten ecstasy blasted forth from the tip, her cock lurching and pulsing as it shot round after round of thick, boiling seed down the high priestess’s throat. The nimble fingers flicking her tender nub were suddenly soaked as her womanhood gushed with sweet nectar.
It seemed to go on forever, and then it seemed to be over in an instant, leaving the dragonborn drained in its wake. Her knees trembled as she struggled to maintain her footing, the priestess at her back supporting her weight and the priestess kissing her stepping back to ease off her. Hamal slowly drew her head back, cheeks hollowing with suction until she finally pulled her lips from the tip with a soft pop, giving one last audible gulp. She wiped at the corners of her eyes as she settled back onto her heels, only to open them to see the dragonborn’s divine gift standing proud as ever, its hardness unyielding, even after filling her belly with its rich, creamy load. Already the dragonborn was recovering, still panting for breath but already supporting her own weight once again. Hamal swallowed again, this time out of nervousness. The gift of the goddess was strong… She’d expected the virgin dragonborn to be easy to satisfy, but she suddenly wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle her lust.
“That was… Incredible.” The dragonborn spoke, breaking the hush that had fallen over the room.
Hamal blinked momentarily surprised, then smiled. “I’m honored by your praise.” She replied gratefully, slowly pushing herself to her feet. The first lesson, that her gift was just that, a gift, seemed to have been a success. “But there’s still so much more to show you… Sisters?” She asked, looking to the other priestesses. The three priestesses reluctantly released the dragonborn to gather in front of the central platform. Hamal smiled, looking back to the dragonborn. “Are you ready to experience the real thing?” She asked, and the three sisters reached down to their belts, beginning to undo their robes.
The dragonborn’s cock throbbed eagerly.
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