Musing: Dibella's Blessing

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, finally continuing the story of the futa dragonborn! [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! There's plenty more story to come![/pre-story]

Dibella's Blessing

The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.



Senna presented her slender body proudly, without even hint of shame, weaving her fingers together behind her back to push her perky, palm-filling to greater prominence, the dusky pink peaks hardening as the dragonborn’s gaze wandered over them. The small girl’s waist was tight, her hips and thighs narrow, to the point that when she stood with feet together, there was a notable gap, leaving her hairless slit glistening like a jewel between them. Anwen certainly had no such gap, the dark-skinned redguard’s body thick and soft from top to bottom, from plump thighs and broad hips, her neatly shaven slit nestled between them, to the soft pudge on her belly, and full breasts the size of ripe fruit, capped with dark nipples. Once she felt the dragonborn’s eyes upon her, Anwen’s smirk grew a little wider, the dark-skinned beauty turning in place to present the twin globes of her thick, round backside, watching the dragonborn over her shoulder as she gave one shapely cheek a sharp smack, sending it jiggling. Orla’s pale skin and slender figure served as a sharp contrast to the redguard beside her, the nord beauty tall and graceful of build, with long, slender legs and a slim waist that led up to a narrow chest that seemed ill-equipped to support the twin grapefruit-sized breasts that sat proudly upon it, swaying and wobbling softly with each breath.

The dragonborn’s massive member throbbed at the buffet of beautiful womanhood presented before her eyes, her gaze flicking from one priestess to the next and then back again. There was so much to take in, she quite literally didn’t know where to look next. After years of self-imposed repression, of snuffing out of every single notion of lust, she was completely overwhelmed. Each of them was different, wholly unique, but somehow, all three were equally erotic in her eyes.

Senna was not a patient woman, and after a few seconds of the dragonborn staring dumbly, she took matters into her own hands. The petite breton girl bounced across the room on her toes, two springing strides bringing her up to the dragonborn, the girl stopping just short of running into her. She locked eyes with the surprised dragonborn, flashing her a mischievous grin as she suddenly grasped the dragonborn’s throbbing member, just behind the head, her slender fingers unable to fully encircle the members monstrous girth. Senna stepped back just as quickly as she approached, still grinning, pulling the dragonborn along with insistent tugs on the fearsome shaft, until she was standing at the edge of the massive circular bed.

Before the dragonborn could even properly react, Senna pivoted around her, and with a surprisingly forceful push, toppled the top-heavy warrior-maiden, sending her sprawling backward onto the sheets. Even surprised and unprepared, she was a vision of loveliness, her skin smooth and flawless in the softly-flickering candlelight, her divinely-sculpted body on full display, tremendous breasts wobbling hypnotically with their own weight for a moment before she instinctively moved to cover herself, failing miserably in the task. Her forearm sank into the pillow-soft flesh of her breasts, barely managing to cover her rosy nipples, but clearly illustrating the size and softness of those tender mounds in the process. The other hand went south, trying in vain to pin the full length of her titanic cock beneath her forearm while her hand moved to cover the glistening lips of her virgin pussy, the limb only serving as a clear comparison to show just how enormous that undeniably masculine member was as it pulsed against her toned abs.

Senna looked down at the dragonborn, the larger, stronger, bigger-breasted beauty, the savior of Skyrim, with a look that could only be described as predatory. Without a moment’s hesitation she dropped forward and let her tongue loll out, only to drag the wet pink muscle all the way up the length of the dragonborn’s steel-hard cock, tracing the tip along the thick tube of her bulging cum-channel before flicking over the ridge of the fat head as she finished, flashing the dragonborn a teasing grin as she pulled it away. Slowly, the petite girl crawled atop the prone, shyly-cowering demigoddess, lowering her head over and over to leave a trail of teasing licks and playful kisses up the divine beauty’s glorious body, fingertips exploring ahead of her lips. Every touch of her fingers, every graze of her lips was electric, the dragonborn couldn’t tell if her entire body was sensitive or if the girl was just that skillful.

Soon, Senna was perched atop the busty dragonborn, her slender hips hovering over that fearsome phallus, the dragonbone weapon standing tall and proud. The warrior barely even noticed the breton’s weight as the petite woman leaned forward, planting one hand on the dragonborn’s shoulder to steady herself as the other reached down, between her silky-smooth thighs, and took hold of the monumental member, slender fingers gripping the beast just behind the flared head, entirely insufficient to encircle its girth, and aiming the pulsing knob squarely at her glistening entrance. She flashed the dragonborn another playful grin before looking down at the monster beneath her and licking her lips hungrily. Slowly, she lowered her hips, toned thighs relaxing until the burning tip of the spear pressed against her warm, flushed nether lips.

Senna paused a moment, biting her lip as she stared at the truly enormous weapon poised to plunge into her, the sheer size of it giving her pause. But her hesitation lasted only a moment. She leaned back, putting all of her modest weight on her hips, and let herself sink. Her lips parted around the flared helmet-head, eager to swallow all they were offered at first, but slowing down to nearly a halt as the meal proved too much for them, barely half the dragonborn’s bulbous knob inside her. Senna refused to let up, silently offering a prayer to Dibella before bearing down upon the pillar of iron-hard flesh with all she could muster. It seemed the Aedra must have been listening, as her lips began to stretch wider and wider as more and more of that monstrous crown disappeared into her with barely a twinge of pain. The dragonborn could only groan, eyes alternately fixed upon the site where their bodies met and squeezed shut against the sensation. Hamal’s lips had been eye-opening, but this, this was another level entirely

Senna moaned softly and gave her hips a buck, pushing herself down even harder onto the dragonborn’s monster, struggling to take the last of the head. Much to her surprise, she managed the feat and more, overshooting her mark as the ridge popped past the vicelike grip of her entrance, and without that resistance holding her up, she immediately sank, impaling herself on nearly half the dragonbone shaft. She stiffened in shock, her walls clenching tight around the monstrous member half-buried inside her, eyes going wide as she was suddenly filled like never before. The dragonborn moaned once more, her back arching to push her impossibly-perfect breasts to even greater prominence, her hands balling up fistfuls of silken sheets as her body was assaulted with sensation beyond anything she’d experienced before. The heat, the tightness, the wetness, it was beyond incredible, and her titanic cock lurched in the breton’s depths, hungry for more.

Senna recovered quickly, her own ravenous appetite awakened with the taste of the dragonborn’s member. As her walls relaxed once more, she began to move. But rather than simply impaling herself further on that iron shaft, her hips began to shift, swaying side-to side, rolling in circles, her core rippling and writhing around the unyielding steel-hard shaft. She put her weight on her hips once again, letting her own body push her down further and further onto the monstrous cock as she lewdly danced atop the towering shaft, sinking lower and lower, engulfing more and more with every roll and buck of her hips. The dragonborn moaned louder and louder beneath the expert skill of the smaller breton, her eyes squeezed shut, head whipping side to side as she struggled to withstand the waves of pleasure crashing over her body and mind.

Senna felt an impact deep inside her that sent a jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine and let out a moan, freezing in place. The tip of the dragonborn’s weapon was pressed firmly against her innermost barrier, far deeper than any man had ever gone, filling her slender body line nothing before. She looked down to where their bodies met, eyes widening as she realized there was still nearly a quarter of the dragonborn’s cock left outside her, and a noticeable bulge in her normally-flat tummy where the monstrous member throbbed inside her. Her shock didn’t make her stop for long. She soon leaned forward, locking eyes with the recently-virgin dragonborn with a look of raw lust on her face, and began to move once more.

Senna’s hips rose in a swirling, spiraling climb, her hungry depths milking at the dragonborn’s monstrous shaft as the two of them moaned in harmony, until only the head was left inside her. Then they slammed down hard and fast, impaling themselves upon the dragonbone spear until she could take no more, stopping only when the blunt tip pounded against her inner barrier. Again and again, her hips climbed the dragonborn’s length in a lewd dance, then dropped once more, slamming down onto the divine pillar, the breton’s incredibly tight body squeezing around it all the way.

She couldn’t take it anymore. As Senna came down once more, the dragonborn’s eyes squeezed shut and she bucked her hips up to meet her, hammering at that inner barrier as her spine arched high, body tense as a drawn bow, and let loose a throaty, wavering moan of raw, uncontrollable lust. The breton’s eyes widened, stunned by the sudden impact, only to realize what was happening when she felt the fearsome weapon throbbing violently inside her, pressed tight against her inner gates. The dragonborn’s core spasmed, her abs tightening, trembling as her body and mind were overwhelmed with pure, perfect pleasure. Her pussy twitched as liquid lust boiled up from deep inside her, coursing up her length, the cum-channel bulging as her thick, creamy seed surged toward the tip. Finally, it blasted forth, like a geyser of molten steel, splattering against the mouth of Senna’s womb with incredible force. The small breton’s eyes went wider still as she arched her back and let out a wail of her own as the sensation set off her own climax, her slender body trembling and squeezing tight around the pulsing shaft planted deep inside her.

Again and again, the dragonborn’s cock lurched, blasting forth another spurt of molten ecstasy into Senna’s spasming depths. With each surge of cum, the dragonborn’s body relaxed just the tiniest fraction, her muscles unclenching, the high arch of her back lowering bit by bit, until she was laying flat on the bed once more, Senna’s body still perched atop her steel-hard shaft, frozen, trembling in place as the orgasmic throes that gripped her refused to let go. As the breton’s spasming walls milked the last dribbles of the dragonborn’s seed from her massive cock, it was like somebody had cut her strings, the petite girl collapsing forward, limp, her face buried between the dragonborn’s monumental melons as she moaned and panted softly.

The two lay there for a moment, bodies entwined as they recovered. Then Senna gasped sharply, eyes going wide again as she managed to lift her head and look into the dragonborn’s eyes with an expression of shock and disbelief. With trembling thighs, the breton raised her hips, slowly pulling herself off the dragonborn’s shaft. The other three priestesses looked shocked as they realized why their sister had been so surprised. The dragonborn’s cock pulled free of Senna’s tightly-gripping pussy with a soft pop, bobbing in the air as it stood tall and proud, still hard as steel, throbbing hungrily with an almost supernatural vigor. Senna weakly rolled off the dragonborn to make room, sprawled out on the bed, a river of thick, pearly-white seed drooling from her well-fucked pussy, evidence of the divine potency of Dibella’s gifted. Anwen and Orla glanced at one-another, an unspoken question silently hanging in the air as their thighs squeezed together with nervous anticipation. Who would be the next sacrifice to the dragonborn’s seemingly-insatiable shaft?