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Chapter 26: An Open Book

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Hermaeus Mora x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic. Excerpt is 1500 words long.

Content Warnings: dub-con, non-con, tentacles, double penetration , make shift bondage. There are plenty more CWs in the fanfic but this should cover the excerpt

“You forget the company you’re keeping kismet.” Mora warned and I should have heeded this warning as they've never had the grace to warn me twice. “Let it go and enjoy a late breakfast with me as I read to you a book of your choice?” Mora was testing the waters with me, I knew that much. How angry was she? I stood, clutching the empty glass Mora had tried offering to me. Mora's eyes narrowed but he was completely still. I set it back down, careful to not make noise as I did. Mora seemed to relax, casting his eyes aside for a second before looking back up at me. He gave me a small smile before it fell from his face. 

The skin of my arm was hot against the cool glass and cutlery laid out beside the food. I could have sworn nothing made noise as it all went crashing to the ground. How Mora stood that cool composure he always had out the window. Hands clasping either side of the now empty table. Leaning in with a wicked grin as if he was enjoying every second of this. The table crushed under his strength. I raised my hand, fear racing down my spine. Mora looked down, stepping back and casting the table aside, I didn’t look to see how far. He closed the space quicker than I could breathe. His fingered interlaced with the hand that had been up in some pitiful attempt to shield myself, his other hand pressing harshly at the small of my back. He pulled me in with enough force to make me gasp. 

The expression Mora had as he gazed down at me could only be described as a starving man seeing a luxurious buffet laid out and he was the only one in the room.

In an instance we went from the meadow to his domain. Not a breath between the two. Mora no longer held me, I turned around trying to orientate myself. I knew this area. I knew it all too well. I turned from the desk toward the broken away wall and in the oily sky was Hermaeus Mora. In his truest form. I should have turned around, that would have been a natural instinct. Yet it's never that simple. My clit beat between my folds, I couldn’t remember what my hands were supposed to do. 

“I think you need reminding,” A tentacle shot out from the swarming mass of them, wrapping around my waist and pulling me forcefully into the air and toward him. Another curled around the hem of the plunge. Ripping it down, the thin fabric falling down at my sides. My face blazed and I stared back at him indignant even in the face of a fate I know I'd be better fearing. “just who I am.” His voice filled the air and I couldn’t tell anymore if he was angry or looking forward to this. Three tentacles slid against my cunt, two on either side filling the vallies, and the third firmly flush against the center of me, against my clit. While the other two made their way around my thighs before stopping, the other continued sliding further. Past my stomach, between my breasts to my lips. The tip of it brushing against the pillowy flesh I could feel it trying to gain further entrance.

I shook my head side to side, trying desperately to get away from it. I felt more coil around my wrists, around my knees pulling me into almost a sitting position. The tentacle wrapped tightly around my waist trailed against my skin coming to brush away fallen hair from the struggle. I stopped heaving breath into my lungs as I stared up at the large eye center of the mass with its split pupil. Face contorted with rage yet something else lingered beneath the surface, something I was refusing to examine any closer. 

“Open your mouth kismet.” Mora's voice was far deeper in this form. It reached across the space as if he was standing right next to me. I shook my head. “You are as persistent as ever.” Mora crackled. Slowly the tentacle that was pressing and sliding against my lips started moving back without moving an inch. It slid against my cunt back and forth without straying from the sensitive flesh. Every inch of my cunt was covered in Mora’s tentacles. I ground my teeth, wincing at the sensation that was being shot into my body. All three of them started moving back and forth. One forward, another backwards, the other might have been one of the two. Moving until I couldn’t discern any of it anymore. 

Finally Mora broke me and my mouth parted trying to quiet my moans. The tentacle slid in, and expanded, filling the space in my mouth. Slowly it pumped back and forth. I could feel it throbbing against me, the change in the air as Mora delved into his own pleasure. The tentacles moved my arms from over me to pulled taunt on either side of me. He stayed at the pace, slowly moving his tentacles over my cunt and into my mouth. After this morning this release was quick to come as it was short lived. I cried, the tentacle shoving deeper to the back of my throat as I did. Dripping the nectar of twisted pleasure straight to my core. I gagged around it, drool pooling at the corners of my lips before dripping down my chin. 

I gazed up at Mora's unwavering mass through dropped eyes. The tentacle center of my cunt pulled out from my mouth and slid down to poise itself at my entrance. The two tentacles on either side pulled my folds, further exposing my cunt. Mora pushed himself in, expanding as he did. Filling me, pushing back against my walls. I gasped, going slack in Mora's hold. All the tentacles throbbed against me. “I don't believe it's enough to demonstrate my point, don't you agree?” I shook my head, finding enough strength to pull down on the two tentacles binding my wrists. Kicking my legs forward and back, Mora let me. Let me twist my body, but it made no difference the tentacles stayed as they were. Mora continued pumping into me at the pace he had started. Pushing against the bundle of nerves slowing and ensuring it stayed stimulated. 

“I can't pick which I love more,” Mora pushed the tentacle inside me with enough force to wrench a groan from me and halt my efforts to escape. “you bound or watching you squirm as you take it.” I bared my teeth at him, I might have been a sweaty disgusting mess but he hadn’t won this. The air crackled with laughter. “We have all night, and kismet…its always dark here.” Mora punctured his words with another forceful push into my cunt. I cried, my head hanging in the nook of my underarm. I felt the unmistakable cool tip of Mora at my tight entrance. It didn’t pause as it pushed further in, neither did the tentacle in my cunt slow as the space inside me filled to the aching brim. 

All night? I couldn’t keep this up all night. What point was I trying to prove? 

“Mora…” I spit out his name. “Mora I can-” A tentacle pushed my tongue back before I could finish my sentence. 

“I think you’ve done enough talking.” 

Mora pushed the tentacle in my mouth and hole at the same rhythm, the tentacle in my cunt pulling out as they pushed in. I panted around the tendril filling the space within my mouth. My muscles trembling as my body tried finding space for all of the sensations currently invading me. I choked out sobs, he was throwing me off the cusp once again with little to no care. A tentacle twisted within my hair, ripping my head back. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to fend off the pain at the back of my skull. Only opening them once it had ebbed to a dull ache. 

I looked up at Mora, my expression pleading. The tentacles throbbed against and within me once again. The weight of the air intensifies along with it. I watched as another tentacle slowly came into view, carefully it came to rest under my chin, pushing it up. “Are you wondering what book we would've picked?” I stared back at him, brows furrowed. “Then we're nowhere near done here.” The tentacle at my chin pulled away from me and with it any hopes of getting him to hear reason. What a sick twisted…thought how my body felt at peace in the thought of no hope of stopping this. Like a promise this wasn't ending, like he was saying we have plenty of time. 

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Chapter 25: The Archives

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Hermaeus Mora x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic. Excerpt is 700 words long. This chapter has a lot of story line spoilers hence why the excerpt is so short >_<

Content Warnings: tentacles, double penetration. There are plenty more CWs in the fanfic but this should cover the excerpt.

My core twisted and unwound, twisting tighter with each cycle. Mora pulled suddenly from me, twisting me around before pulling me down to the ground with him. His black hair now a mess around him. Cheeks flushed, a lopsided grin, and a drunk look to his eyes. Mora pushed himself back inside, filling me as he originally had. “I must see you.” His voice trembled as pumped lazily. Holding me up by the back of my thighs as he did. His tense forearms still as they bore my weight. I sucked in my lower lip holding it there between teeth as my hands reached out toward the soft skin of his inner wrists. I drew light circles with my index fingers before sliding my thumb up the inner crease of his elbow. 

Mora's brow furrowed and he looked up at me like a lost puppy. Such an unusual expression to see himself reduced to. “Tell me you feel it too.” I paused, looking deeper into him. Slowly I nodded. Mora pulled me down pressing me against him, angling his hips so his cock could reach further depths. The tentacle within me expanded and slimmed as it pumped in tune. “I have always found myself lost when within your presence. You show me light can reside in the oily darkness. Stay here with me Kismet.” His arms wrapped around my shoulders holding me tight, his words not needing an answer tonight. Mora needed exactly as I, this moment.

I arched into him, burrowing myself into the nook of his neck, dragging my teeth against his pale skin. His cock throbbed against my walls. The coil within my core thinned and it threatened my undoing. Mora's hips stuttered, his length growing and pressing against my walls, filling me to my limits. Beyond the blazing flesh, the beads of sweat, and the soft moans of pleasure nudged the need to taste. Carefully parting my lips further to accommodate the supple flesh of his shoulder. Mora drove his head back and I sunk my teeth in, the skin between relenting from my force. 

Mora froze, his cock pulsing against my walls. I felt the flood of his release, only further spurning on my desperate efforts to consume him. I ripped back dragging my palms down his neck to grip the hem of his robe. I ripped it down half way, Mora pushing me flat on my back, I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he ripped the rest of his garments off. His slender chest heaving, my eyes traveled down his taunt stomach to his gleaming cock that still dripped cum. Mora stared down at me, head tilted so ever slightly to the side, lips pressed together. Finally he shook his head just barely before descending toward my cunt. 

His lips were cool against the blaze of my folds. His tongue delved past them and drew languid circles against my clit. I fell back, my shoulders driving back against the hard floor. I let out a cry, my hands tangling within his hair, the ponytail looser, messier now. Mora pressed the tip of his finger against my hole sliding in carefully, the pleasure a pleasant twist to the blaze set against my clit. His thumb circled my entrance as his finger slowly pulled out and back. He broke free, dipping his tongue into the valleys of my cunt before finding his way back to where I desired it most. 

That static invaded my veins, spreading up past my core, to my thoughts, until there were none. I drug my legs up bracing the soles of my feet against the floor. Lifting my backside up to grind against his mouth as he worked my cunt to the edge of release. Becoming a frenzied mess, falling apart, further until there was nothing left but the dissolve. Until the only sound was his name intermingled with my breathy cries.

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Chapter 24: A Hard Lesson

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Hermaeus Mora x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic. Excerpt is 1300 words long.

Content Warnings: non-con, dub-con, tentacles, bdsm, binding play, dom/sub, double penetration. There are plenty more tags in the fanfic but this should cover the excerpt.

“Please Mora-” It came out choked and desperate.

“Do you even believe your pleas? Do you truly mean what you say?” Mora's questions reverberated within my mind. My resolution should have been sound, yet with every traitorous stroke at my wet cunt, doubt ebbed. It wasn't even doubt anymore. It stopped being that with Boethiah. It was now more akin to resignation. Resigned to the fact that I wished to see the monstrosity before me defile me. That I wished to hear its pleasure as much as I wished for my own. Slowly I opened my eyes, my gaze locking with his ethereal one.

“Mora.” I breathed. Relinquishing myself with that breath. The tentacle that had been teasing me stopped, sliding back until the tip of it was circling my entrance. Slowly it slithered inside, expanding as it delved deeper. All at once Mora pulsed, each of his tentacles squeezing with bruising force as the tentacle within me pumped at a lazy pace. My body relaxed, each of my muscles unwinding until I was slumped within his slippery grasp. My mouth watered, drool pooling at the corners of my mouth. Each thrust out the tip would massage the bundle of nerves. Spearing me with pleasure. My walls spasmed around him, and with each clench he would throb.

My mind was numb, all that I could think of was of this, was of more. The air around us hummed with his approval. The tentacle around my waist tightening almost possessively. “I have what you’ve long sought after. Kismet if you stay here with me, choose me, you will have all known and unknown knowledge at your fingertips.” Mora’s words, promise filled the air to the aching brim. I moaned softly, my thighs flexing and unflexing with each thrust that was more powerful than the last.

“Whatever you seek I have, there is nothing I lack. Pleasure beyond your wildest imagination, stories never read, history never uncovered, spells I deemed too powerful for mortals.” Mora paused and I heard the wind and felt it on my skin in the wake. “And you would have it all, the world served on a platter, your whim my command.” I shivered searching his gaze for falsehoods yet I knew I would find none. Each prince I had met thus far had made it clear they were willing to tear Nirn and the sky above asunder if it meant a day with me. I couldn’t imagine what eternity was worth.

Hermaeus’ brushed a tentacle across my trembling lips, the tip pushing past and running along my bottom teeth. “My Kismet.” He breathed, beyond the realm of possessiveness, rather an owner admiring its pet. “Have a taste of rapture and we’ll see if you can deny me your heart.” The tentacle dipped further in wrapping around my tongue, pulling softly and swirling around it. I choked a gasp down my throat, the tentacle stroking my tongue as another wrapped around the flesh of my backside, encircling around until the tip of it pressed obscenely against my hole. Panic set in, thrashing myself against the binds. Hermaeus shushed me and through whispers he commanded my obedience while he reassured me. The wet appendage pressed deeper pushing against my soft walls.

My cunt clenched as the tentacle filled and pushed against the thin muscle separating the two. There was no room to accommodate the two inside me. The tentacle within my hair unwound itself and my head fell forward, the weight of it too much to hold up. Drool pooled and dripped, through hazy eyes I could see the tentacles sliding, pulsating, throbbing against my blazing skin. Mora pumped, one deep within my cunt as the other pulled to the tip. He toyed with my peaks slithering against my skin, alternating between squeezing harsh and soft. I quickly became a mess of hot breathy cries unable to discern where he began and I ended. Bound of him, full of him.

The appendage pushing against the walls of my cunt shrunk to half the size, slowing down. The one within my hole keeping at a steady rhythm. Mora pulled himself to the tip and I met his eyes and I could sense the mischief, the delight before the final act. Another cool tentacle encircled my clit flicking and rubbing against the throbbing bundle of nerves before delving to my cunts entrance. My eyes widened, I stared up at him in shock. The air around us rumbled with sick satisfying laughter. They pushed in, stretching my cunt to further accommodate the two tentacles. Bile should be rising in my throat, I should’ve been sick to my stomach. Yet all that crossed my mind was the need to have him deeper inside.

My cunt swallowed him deeper, that burn ebbing to a warm pleasant sensation as he pushed further in before pulling slowly and gently out. He pushed in again and carefully set a pace that my body could handle, just ever so barely above the threshold of too much. He set back into the precise rhythm of pulling out as he was pushing into the other. The tentacle inside my mouth stroked my tongue, its tip toying with mine. The one around my waist squeezing with just enough pressure to ground me, to pull me above the waters of bliss. Mora kept me trapped in limbo, denial and rapture eating away at my seams. That feeling coiled at my core, so tight that the pain became one with the pleasure.

Mora was only just keeping me from fully dissolving, suspending me just above before he pushed me over. Each thrust was another cinch of the coil. My eyes rolled back and all I was capable of was taking it in. My cries dying to soft groans, my mind empty. Mora wrapped two tentacles around the arch of my foot, their tips gently teasing and sliding. Another slid flat against my clit, pressing down. My back arched as I cried out just from the touch. I was already so close that it was only just the smallest movement and I would fall off that ledge for him. He tightened his grasp around my feet, coiling around until he was all I could feel.

Mora said nothing but I could feel the command as he rubbed flat gentle circles on my clit. My muscles trembled, tightening and relaxing. My walls clenched around the appendages within me until even they struggled to pull free. I pulled down until my shoulders and wrists burned just enough. Just enough pain with twisted pleasure to pull me under depths. My head fell back and I let out a sharp cry of desperate relief. Each pulse was the coil unraveling, with each unravel was another wash of long awaited bliss. I could feel my release spill from me. The noise of him sliding in and out from me all the more lewd. I tried pulling my legs closed on instinct embarrassment blooming hot on my cheeks and tip of my nose.

“That's it, ride it out.” Mora would have his wish, there was no halting my descent. The tentacle in my mouth stroked my tongue, the ones around my feet loosening and tightening. Him around my waist pulling me in. The one wrapped around my wrist pulling me upright. Before I could stop myself from looking down my eyes traveled to two shoving their way into my cunt, twisted together, so thick I couldn’t believe my eyes to be seeing true. “Yours every morning, every night before rest, yours to fill you, take you, own you.” I squirmed in his hold for only a moment, then like stone exhaustion weighed down on me.

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Chapter 23: As History Repeats Itself 

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Hermaeus Mora x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic. Excerpt is 1200 words long.

Content Warnings: dub-con, non-con, tentacles, virginity, dom/sub, bdsm, binding play, kidnapping. There are plenty more CWs in the fanfic but this should covers the excerpt.

Perhaps he hadn’t been kidding nor trying to lure me to his room. Its modest amenities were explained by the surrounding filled to the brim bookshelves, a simple wooden table in the room's center with scrolls and archival paper sprawled over it. At that table's center was a very worn black leather book, with an embossed symbol that appeared to be of a tentacled being. It appeared daedric, I knew at least that. I stood before it, not wanting to dive in but wanting to do so more than anything. It was silent for a long moment before he broke it. 

“It's there for reading, you know.” I shot my eyes back at him. How flippant. 

“You want me to just flip through it?” I couldn’t believe it. 

“It's not as if I’ve brought you here for any alternative reason.” He said laughing. I stepped closer, tentatively raising my hand toward the book. Carefully brushing my fingers along its spine. Would this really be the key? What would I do if this really held the answers I had been searching for. 

“It's not as delicate as it looks, I promise.” Had I not been lost in my hopes for answers I would have thought his tone pushy. I slid my thumb along the edge until I met its middle, prying the book open. Its opening page was in daedric with symbols I did not recognize. I flipped to another page then another. “Lean in closer.” I did as he said, my body froze, my eyes, hands, arms, chest, legs, feet. It all just froze. I could not peer around but it didn’t matter, the room dissolved in front of me, replaced with inky darkness. 

The first thing that came to senses was the smell of very old books, ones that had sat in books shelves for storage, for keeping records, for history. Then my vision, I stood before a desk but it was not similar in any fashion. Nice dark wood, and its surface was covered in books. Beyond was shelves of books, in fact every inch of what lay before the desk was space taken by books and loose papers with scrawl I could not make out from this distance. Something constricted my ankles, warm slippery tendrils wrapping around them, my heart wrenched. Hands slid from my back, over my ribcage and onto my breasts. 

“Silly thing, when will you learn? Perhaps there are many more things I can teach you, more than I had thought.” The voice was warm, syrupy sweet depth. I felt as if I could drown in it. I had fallen for it, of course I had. I was as stupid as he insinuated. My body came back into control slowly, as if easing me into the fact that I was indeed in control, of at least something. He kneaded the fleshy fat of my breasts, toying with the peaks. My bud fluttered against my folds. I cursed the very body I was thankful for returning to my command.

“You are?” I tried to contain my volatile rage but I appeared to fail as he chuckled into the nook of my neck. 

“You follow a stranger to their room and only now ask for their name?” He laughed a little more heartily now. “Here I thought I was only a stepping stone for your research. I'm glad to know you care.” 

“I don't.” He let out an amused exhale. 

“I think you will.” He reached an arm past swiping books within his reach to crash on the ground below. Flipping me around, he slid his hands down to my backside and picked me up to land on the desks surface. My robes rode up exposing my legs, my face warmed and the blood pushing through my veins quickened. He gripped the desk, encasing me between his arms. I shrunk back but there was nowhere for me to go now. I was stuck in yet another Daedric Princes realm. The man before me, the master of this realm, had seemed so meek on Nirn, but here? Here I could see him far more clearly. I looked to my ankles where I had felt the slither and constriction to find nothing there. I narrowed my eyes and looked back at him. He was tall and lanky, with a strong narrow jaw, and high prominent cheekbones. His ears came to a point but his pale skin did not resemble any elf I knew. 

It didn’t matter, I knew just by his domineering gaze that he was a Prince, dead set, on owning me. 

“Allow me to make introductions,” He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. “Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince of fate, memory, and knowledge. And you my most faithful, dutiful servant, seeker.” I felt a hand snake its way atop my bare thigh, sliding deeper until fingers brushed the slick cloth barrier. “I’ve been waiting to make your acquaintance, please tell me if i’m wrong but it appears my brethren have divulged some well kept secrets to you.” It wasn’t a question, I knew that, rather a statement. Fact. 

I couldn't move, words seemed lost to me. “It’s fine, such spoilers won’t ruin our fun together.” I felt his fingers pull back my panties and slide against my swollen lips. “In fact now that part of the truth is out, there can be less falsehoods between us,” He paused. “Var’lye.” I shook my head, that wasn’t my name. 

“Correct, but it was in the most original sense.” I looked back at him with wide eyes, my lips parting as I tried to process just what this meant. 

“That's enough oral history, shall we?” His fingers parted my lips onto my clit beneath, slow circles were enough to wrench a soft groan from me. I pressed my lips shut, damning myself. He let out a pleased noise, slowly increasing the pace. “I’ll enjoy making you squirm, my kismet.” Mora pulled me from the desk, flipping me over and pressing me into its surface. With care he pulled my panties down, lifting each leg to pull them off. Kicking my legs open I felt the smooth warm tip of his cock press against my entrance, he slid it up and down my slit. 

“I do love how mortals warped the original meaning of virgin, turning it into a thing of sin.” His tip pressed once again at my entrance and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Demure, unmarred, not yet to be stricken by the filth of physical pleasures.” His next sentence he took great care to punctuate each word to drip with filthy, vile, saccharine. “I will take great joy in defiling you.” 

Up until now I could have said he was patient, careful, and by its exact definition considerate in his handling of me. Yet that was quickly shattered by his cock ripping into me with enough force to drive me forward on the desks surface. Sharp pain blossomed at my cunt, familiar sick pain. I cried out and as soon as I did the space was filled with something smooth and slick. I looked down to it and to my horror it was a thick black tentacle. Its origin disappearing behind me. I bit down hard, as hard as I could manage. Mora laughed behind me, his sickening pace not slowing. 

“I love when you fight back kismet, more, give-me-more.” 

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Chapter 22: Encoiled Embrace

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Boethiah (fempresenting) x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic. Excerpt is 1400 words long.

Content Warnings: non-con, dub-con, pain, bdsm, dom/sub, reverse rolls, strap ons, intense impact play. There are plenty of CWs in the fanfic but this should cover the excerpt.

I watch silently as Boethiah pours wine from its carafe into a glass. I shudder and yet wordlessly accept it from her hand. I feel dauntingly small on her colorless bed, or rather I’ve felt small here in her presence ever since I arrived. I swallow the sweet wine trying not to retch from the memory. For once the silence doesn’t loom but is rather pleasant. Finding myself anticipating her touch rather than resenting it. Boethiah stands above me with still hands though I can feel their need to reach out and touch.

I can feel a fever glossing my body. Desire tracing along the vertebrae. A melancholy acceptance washes over me and my hand reaches out to her. I guide her to my slit and she parts me revealing the sensitive flesh beneath. I suck in a breath holding it there. The pad of her fingertip finds my sensitive clit. Her knee comes to rest beside my thigh on the bed. Lazy circles light every nerve inside of me. She leans in, her hair cascading around us enclosing us in.

I can’t help it when the memory writes and seals itself inside of me and I don’t waste time wondering what I would’ve done if I could’ve. That breath escapes me when Boethiah seals the space between us, her forked tongue coming to tangle with mine. A moan intermingles between her feverish efforts to erase any doubt just what she had in store for me. I come undone around her quicker than I ever had. Falling apart beneath her, slipping between the space of rapture and chaos. Boethiah catches me, leaving me suspended between the two. The overwhelming emotions twist and turn within my core until I'm unsure of why I’m fighting it in the first place.

Boethiah’s hands shift, the soft pad of her thumb running circles against my clit, two fingers press at my entrance. My back arches at the touch, the delicate teasing encircling the flesh. Soft gasps turn to moans and the begging drenches the tip of my tongue.

“Tell me.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, I feel that flush return to my cheeks reminding me of my place in this dynamic.

“Boethiah.”

“Ah…” She warns. “Pull yourself apart at mortal made seams and deliver yourself to me.” My defiance wavers, for once finding myself wishing for something else, something that doesn’t feel as if it goes against my very being.

I can feel it rising within me, with each painstakingly slow circle at my clit. The very tips of her fingers teasing entrance. In its race to be let out it claws at my insides, painful in every sense. Sucking in my lower lip and taking in a shuddering breath.

“Boethiah I need you.” Silence above and she pushes no further. I open my eyes to meet her cold gaze. This isn’t what she seeks, it's not what she's asking of me. I quiver beneath her, trying to find any familiar foundation. I could lie and tell myself there is no familiar foundation to be found. Or I could be honest and pull it apart. Pushing myself up, I placed a hand flush with her sternum, pushing her onto her back where I had been laying. Her expression is stoic but her eyes betray her. A flash of excitement, anticipation. It's not an exchange of words we’re looking for. I straddle her hips, my slit pressed against hers. Running my palms from her throat down to her breasts, the pads of my fingers tread her areolas, watching her peaks harden before sliding my fingers to roll them between.

Boethiah pulls in a breath, I feel her hold it there. I lean in closer until my connected gaze is through lashes. Pushing my tongue out and flicking it across her sensitive peak. Her exhale shakes. I wrap my lips around her peak, sucking it in and rolling my tongue over it. Palming the fatty flesh of her breasts eagerly. That clawing feeling swells within me, pushing against threaded seams until they fray, until they break. I let it consume me, in this moment wishing to be one with myself.

It’s what she wants not for herself but for me. To get lost in it, let it encoil me entirely and succumb to its constriction. I find here it is not the only thing encircling me, Boethiah's grasp follows in the wake of my own darkness. Malleable as I’ve always been, it pushes me toward oblivion. I pull back, noticing the black faux cock now nestled within the bed covers. I know why it's there. I reach for it, pushing myself further up as I do. I watch Boethiah's gaze follow it intently, something glimmering beneath the black wake of her eyes. Carefully I push the thick short end past my folds pressing deeper into my cunt. I grit my teeth finding that it comes to rest right against the tight sensitive bundle of nerves. My body clenches on instinct then again as the constriction reignites the pressure into pleasure.

Gripping the base I pull my hips back pressing the obscene tip at her entrance. Boethiah sucks in a sharp breath lifting her hips. My focus flickers to her, white brows tightly knit together, lips thinned. As if waiting on a breath for my next move. It descends like a blanket upon me there. Thick, enveloping, delicious in its misery to my soul. I draw circles at her entrance watching the slick coat the tip. My mouth salivating wishing for the descent into her warmth. I don’t want to give in, wishing to see her squirm beneath me as I was sure I had done for her. Yet I lacked her constraint, pushing the cock further into her depths, sliding further till the top of my thighs met the back of hers. Stuttering my hips to grind the tip at her end.

It should have felt unnatural at first or at least at any point as I pulled to the very tip and drove back into her beginning a rhythmic pace. The feeling never came, it felt like breaching the depths of unknown water and finding its surface perfectly cool and its depths warm. My grasp locks around the tops of her thighs, sliding into the crease between them and her hips. My fingers dig deep into her soft flesh until her moans turn to soft groans. My head falling back as I drive faster in till I am the one delivering the brutal strokes that turned me too many times into a living fuck toy for them.

My name falling from her tongue like viscous honey.

Boethiah's skin glossing from my efforts only spurred them to be more violent.

My claws raked her skin wishing to see the beads of crimson as my own had served.

I collapse atop her lithe body pumping in her cunt shivering at the sounds of wet sloppy flesh. Nestling my forehead into the nook of her neck. I can hear her heart pumping with a ferocity that matches the blood in my ears.

Pushing back and pulling from her warmth. With strength I wasn’t aware I possessed, I flipped Boethiah's stomach flush to the plush bed. I find grip within fistfulls of her full backside driving the cock into her, needing to see her dissolve into a mess beneath me. Hungry to watch her become the victim of my wrath.

I need it, need it.

The pressure at the core of me builds to an unbearable pressure. It pulls at the strings of my being begging to be released. Every inch of me is seeking for more. More of her, more of her flesh trapped beneath me, desperate to see it flow until the seams of us are one continuous seam.

I snap my hips faster than I should be able. I should stop but the thought is so distant it feels like a mirror that holds a reflection I no longer recognize. Boethiah's quivering hands grasp the bedding, her body shaking against me. I slid my palm up her spine, further up her nape until my fingers came to tangle within her snowy hair. Grasping there and ripping her head back. My pace dissolves into an unkept erratic one, the only center keeping me now were her groans for more.

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Chapter 21: A Den of Vipers

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Boethiah (fempresenting) x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic. Excerpt is 1300 words long.

Content Warnings: non-con, dub-con, bdsm, dom/sub, strap-on, voyeurism, multiple partners, femxfem, malexfem, pain. There are plenty more tags in the fanfic but this should cover the excerpt.

“More.”

Boethiah pulls herself almost entirely free of my begging slit edging there. I can feel her warm breath against my glossy skin. How it comes quick and shallow. The groans that are her exhales and how her inhales shake. She drives back in and my back arches as she impales me. That softness in her grasp, in her, disappears as I knew it would. She pulls to her end and slams back into me with brutal haste. With it my mind clears itself of doubts, that pleasure comes to mingle with the agony until it dulls to a pleasant throb itself.

The rapture is all the more sweet for what I had to endure to be here now. It's hot against my skin like her fingers indenting my flesh. It's loud like our sounds of short gasps turned into low moans. It’s coming in waves that pull me in then under, crashing against my skin and drenching me until I am soaked. It twists itself into lewd noises of flesh against flesh as she drives into me. My eyes flutter shut and I lose that grip. My body clutches her, wrapping around her, my limbs pull against the shackles and the words that fall from my tongue I know to be soft begs for it all. Deliverance served on a silver platter, in the form of bitter crimson and decadent pearls.

“You deny such an integral part of yourself, yet your body knows viper. It knows just as you know better than you let on.”

I whimper at her words and I try to shake myself free of them. Yet no clear thoughts come to me as her hips stutter to drag the tip against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Nothing comes to save me as my body is flooded with heat that dissolves into release that floods around Boethiah. There isn't enough air around us to fill my lungs, each gasp comes quicker than the last as my limbs stiffen and shake through my release. I feel the familiar tangle of fingers within the hair at the back of my skull. It pulls my head back and I let it. Palms glide up the sides of my thighs grasping at the fatty flesh there. Hands grope at the flesh of my breasts, pinching the peaks reigniting the pain there. My eyes fly open and I see the crowd no longer in their seats so far away. Rather now surrounding Boethiah and I.

Misery sinks in and Boethiah’s previously soft gaze is now dark, twisted with some sort of sick anticipation. I pull in a sharp breath as the grip at the back of my head pulls back until I am looking up at a man with light stubble and lips curved into a smirk. My attention shifts to a man and woman at either side of me, groping my breasts and toying with the pierced peaks. I wince trying to discern what sensation to focus on in the now myriad of them. Boethiah is still driving into me at that unrelenting pace, forcing another orgasm to precipice. I cry out as I fall off its edge, shaking around her. Approving sounds coming from my perverted onlookers.

Boethiah pulls out to the tip and the woman on my right side wraps a slender hand around its length. It's soaking wet in me and my face heats with embarrassment. She pulls the hand to her lips and licks her palm. Her brown eyes meet mine, she looks so normal… If it hadn’t been for the sadistic glint that flashed within them, I truly might have believed that she was out of place. Her slick palm comes to settle against my cheek and the grip within my hair slackens as she pulls my lips towards hers. She drags her tongue dripping with my come against them, parting my lips with it and sliding the tip on my teeth. With a heavy exhale she pulls back a sharp curve to her lips that gleam with satisfaction.

Boethiah drives back in eliciting a short lived cry from me. The air catches in my throat as the man at my side wraps a hand around my neck and chokes me with a sudden harshness. Boethiah only stares at me with a focused and intense expression. Like she's studying my reactions, taking in each microscopic one to further spurn on her desecration of me. My back bows pushing my chest out, Boethiah angles to accommodate me and I wish she wouldn’t. That release surfaces once again and edges as if something is holding it back. The woman's hands fall between Boethiah and I to my clit. Rubbing quick soft circles that push me over the edge once again.

I sob as another orgasm takes me under, flooring me, pinning me there. Her fingers do not come to a rest rather they quicken against my swollen clit, shoving me into the threat of another orgasm. I stiffen, nowhere to go, I can't squirm out of her hold as my body demands of me. There is nothing but this, them, all of it right now. The hand at my throat tightens until I choke and sputter. My core coils, threads, tightens and releases. I can’t make a sound, nothing to relieve me of this as my body rides through another precipice. Boethiah's pace slows just enough so that the sensation of it is not dull. I shake against the wood, within the shackles that bite into my wrists and ankles.

Boethiah’s hands slide into the curve of my waist, gripping me there as she drives the cock to its end and pausing there so that I am full of her, too full of her. Stretching me more obscenely. She pulls back just enough so that those around us can bear witness to such depravity. The hand releases and air floods my lungs, I gasp, that fear, that water wells within me. It spills over and I come undone under the watchful eyes of them all. My core coils again and I know it will undo itself once more. With no end in sight my body resigns itself to the punishment of my wish for softness.

I don't want soft, I want everything. How can I strapped here come apart for them and still believe any good resides within me? There is nothing good here, nothing that would appease The Nine above. No, there is only disgusting depraved flesh that relishes in the sinful Nirnly pleasures of the body. What minds can think of and act upon.

Boethiah pulls from me, her length leaving a terrible emptiness within me. I look down and see my slick dripping off from the tip. Disgust, want, need swells in and creates a horrible feeling that needs satiating, needs punishing. As soon as there is enough distance between Boethiah and I they descend upon me like vultures. Hands against my dewy skin groping, pulling me into them. I can’t discern whose hands are whose anymore. They become a mass, a blur. Fingers delve past my entrance and rub against the bundle of nerves. Fingertips pull back the hood of my clit and drive circles there as my body begs for it to end. That I’ve had enough. The hand at my throat leaves, the grip at the back of my head slackens, until all that remains are the hands at my cunt. Forcing me off the edge.

Through winced eyes I see the woman that had helped Boethiah wrench orgasms from me take to her knees before Boethiah. The strap now gone revealing her wet cunt. Boethiah is staring at me, her expression cold and yet her eyes hold me steady. The woman with grip on her own thighs parts Boethiah's cunt with her tongue, consuming her with unadulterated greed. Boethiah's hand tangles within her long silky brown hair. Ashy purple against the muted brown. There's feelings twisting inside of me that I don't recognize. Like dark green leaves covering my insides, vines intertwining tight. The feelings horrible, the feelings amazing.

Warm lips press against my skin, my throat, my cheeks, my jaw, chest, shoulders.

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Chapter 20: Garden for an Adder

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Boethiah (fempresenting) x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic. Excerpt is 1300 words.

Content Warnings: non-con, dub-con, needle play, hitting/pain, dom/sub, voyeurism, strap-on, rough oral. The fanfic has plenty more tags but this should cover the excerpt.

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I watched Boethiah wrap her forked tongue around the chain and pull back. The pain flashed hot through every nerve ending before subsiding to an ache. She pulled once more and that shooting torment lingered longer. She let out a pleased hum as she pulled away from me standing up. She stood at my side, brushing my hair back as if I was a pet as she silently addressed the crowd. Like she was showing me off. Not the kind that sought approval but rather showing off property, possessive, proud.

Boethiah finally looked down at me, still smoothing my hair back. “Are you ready to continue?” When I didn’t answer Boethiah reached toward the chain that linked the two needles. I let out a panicked whine and quickly nodded my head.

“You’re no fun when you’re scared.” Boethiah's lips mocked a pout before relaxing to her sadistic resting face.

“Should I take you now?” My brows shot up before I could stop myself with no prompting. I nodded my approval. I cursed myself for my lack of shame.

“Look who's being honest, and all it took was a little motivating.” Boethiah laughed, as her hand pulled the crumpled fabric from between my teeth. My dry tongue smacked inside my mouth as I adjusted to the freedom.

“Now…” I looked to Boethiah as her words trailed off to see her palming a faux cock, it was pitch black as the suit she wore. It was imposingly large and its sides were ribbed all the way down the length. It was truly monstrous, and the immediate regret was already beginning to sink straight to the marrow within my bones.

“You’re going to have to ask for it.” I gaped at her. Did she honestly think I would ask for that? I shook my head, my lips pulled back in disgust. Boethiah piqued a brow at me, sauntering over to me and took to a knee. The cock up closer only made matters worse. Her eyes narrowed in on me as she brought her hand under my dress. My eyes widened, I would have pulled against the chains, I know I would have. If I could. Boethiah slid her finger from my entrance to my swollen clit. Heat took to my core and silky rapture doused the torment. Her finger traced my slit back down to my entrance, she sunk her finger to the knuckle within me. My hips angled down seeking further length to satisfy the desire that was moving all my blood to my center. Boethiah let out a low hum, sliding out from me. I let out a pathetic whine and strained against the chains.

“So wet and yet you tell me no?” Boethiah grabbed a fistful of my hair standing up. With her free hand she grabbed the base of the cock. She widened her stance and angled her hips till the tip was pressed obscenely to my lips.

“I think you just like to say no, don't you?” Boethiah's grip within my hair was springing tears to my eyes. I couldn’t think straight, torture with no level of pleasure to even the score was underminding any cognitive abilities. I tried to say something, yet all that left my mouth was a hoarse groan.

“I’m going to make you wish you had asked for it, little viper.” Boethiah’s words were punctuated with a deafening backhand. My mouth opened, shock invading my senses before the hot sting flooded me. Boethiah snapped my head forward, driving the hard unyielding cock straight to the back of my throat. I couldn’t tell what hurt more, the blow to my slick cheek or the tip of her cock slamming the back of my throat. Boethiah spared me nothing as she snapped her hips at a brutal pace. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe, what little breath I did inhale was nothing satisfying. I choked around her length, trying not to scrape my teeth on her before realizing not only did it not matter but I could not manage it.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my arms jerked against the chains as the desperate need to push her away invaded my mind replacing whatever potion-wine she had given me. Viscous spit drooled down my chin making the wet noises from Boethiah's forceful pumping all the more lewd. Boethiah seemed intent on delivering my punishment brutally, with no end in sight the idea of begging for the alternative crossed my mind with a desperate haste. Boethiah pulled herself from my mouth and grabbed my chin within her hand. Wrenching my head up so that our gazes locked.

“Have you had enough?” Her tone was mocking laced with the undercurrent of a threat. I knew all too well it would be best to say yes. I nodded feebly, her eyes narrowed. She took a step back releasing my face. “Head up.” My lolling head snapped to attention at her request. The backhand came quicker than I could think to register it. The taste of metal sprung in my mouth, the bright stinging sensation swelling at my cheek and lips. I was still, dazed, and unable to do anything more. What was worse is I saw the next backhand coming and in bodily instinct I shrunk back from her. My eyes clenched shut. The hit landed almost exactly in the place of the last. My mind reeled backward, leaving me almost entirely with my body. The pain exploded and metal invaded my mouth till it was all I could taste, the bitterness of the wine long gone.

“I don’t think you have.”

Her hand grasped on either side of my cheeks. The harshness forcing my jaw open, the cock slid back in with careless haste. Boethiah angled herself right in front of me. Her hands sliding through my hair to the back of my skull to force my head further down in tune with her hips. I choked and sputtered trying to register anything beyond the swelling pain in my face. Yet there was no reprieve. Boethiah was silent in her assault upon me. I imagined the crowd looking down at me, what their faces must look like. I wondered if they were enjoying the sight of me being defiled. I wondered if they were filled with disgust or excitement, or a mix of the two.

“You’ve had the luxury of weak princes to walk you through the basics. I will show you discipline, rigid discipline.” I groaned around her, my eyes rolling back as my jaw hung loose. For a moment I found myself being thankful for there being no need for me to try. That thought quickly dissipated as the reality of my situation sunk further into my bones. There was nothing to be thankful for here. Only miserable suffering that I doubted I would ever escape. Boethiah pulled my head down till the tip pressed hard at the back of my throat, her hips stilled. Cutting off my air supply. I pulled against my chains and tried to move my head from her unyielding grip. Bile rose as my gagging turned to dry heaves. A pause turned to a moment then to a long moment. The blackness ebbing into my vision, my mind driving itself further into inky depths.

Bothetia ripped herself free from my mouth and untangled from my hair. I gulped breath into my lungs, I should’ve been thankful that she had stopped but I found myself wishing for the dark more than any of this. I looked up at her through lashes seeing that the faux cock had been discarded and she was now peeling off her clothes. I could feel the drool pooling at the center of my parted lips. My sore jaw unable to clasp itself shut. My cunt clenched at the sight of her skin. Boethiah taking her time in undressing. Her exposed breasts, stomach, past her navel and wide hips to her smooth cunt. There was something about the reveal of skin as opposed to it always readily available. Tempting, teasing, intoxicating.

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Chapter 19: Flesh and Fangs

Fandom: Oblivion-Elder Scrolls

Summery: Innocent/virgin non-descrip fem reader makes her way back to Cyrodiil from studying abroad. Lending aid to Xvatch after the oblivion crisis was resolved. Kidnapped to each realm of the daedric princes where each one has their way with her. Straight to the point smut with each chapter tailored to the pertaining daedric prince. There is a cohesive story line and slow burn romantic feelings. Plus obsessive/possessive behavior.

Daedric Prince: Boethiah (fempresenting) x non-descrip femreader

This is a section out of a chapter of a 100k+ fanfic, excerpt is 1200 words.

Content Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, virginity, pain, strap-ons, dom/sub-The fanfic has plenty more CWs but this should cover the excerpt.

My hands trailed down the cusps of my breasts, dipping into my curves, past my hips, to part my cunt for her. I should feel ashamed at just how wet I had become because of her, for her, yet I didn’t. Her brow piqued and lips curling into a smirk, Boethiah narrowed her eyes at me, but I saw the flash of approval in them. She spit in her hand palming the length as she positioned herself to my entrance. I felt the tip press there, it was cool, hard, unlike cock I had taken before. Yet as it lingered there it warmed with me, she pressed deeper. I felt my cunt clench opposing her. Boethiah pressed just enough that the well of pain blossomed within me. She let out a breath, her lips parted, those careful seams coming undone and threatening to release what laid beneath. 

“I might already own your virginity, little viper, but I still wish to see you weep its crimson around me.” My lip curled in disgust at her omission and just what she sought to rip from me further, in brutality. Yet there was no time for protesting. Boethiah speared me to her end, and that familiar tear shredded me. Intermingling with the agonizing rhythmic pace she began. She grabbed under my knees and pulled me into her. Hooking them over her hips and finding grip around my thighs. Boethiah slammed into me, dragging the tip over the bundle of nerves as she pulled out. It was just enough to taste it but not long enough to savor it. Her moans fell more freely now, as if she had hungered for this since I had breached her realm. 

I tried studying her expression through winced eyes. Boethiah’s jaw clenched, her face twisted in the throes of passion and concentration. She seemed completely lost within me, unlike the other Daedric Princes’ before her, she seemed to relish in losing herself within the pleasures of flesh. This only spurned on my arousal, sending shockwaves of static to course up my legs to settle in my core. Threatening to undo me. It wasn’t a performance, nor a show, she wasn’t only concerned for my pleasure or hers. This was different, it felt almost…equal.

Each thrust was erratic, her grip turned harsher as she drove into me. It dawned on me then, that if she could not finish, when was there an end to this? Fear and excitement intertwined within my chest. The thought dissipated quickly as my mind turned to my consuming desire. 

“Boethiah.” It came out like a whine, but it came out nonetheless. She hesitated, her pace slowing as her gaze fixated at me. That confidence dwindled and I sheepishly looked away. 

“Tell me little viper.” My gaze slowly returned to hers, my brows drew together. 

“Closer.” Her expression smoothed at my request. She leaned in further and my hands met her halfway, landing awkwardly haphazard atop her breasts. I winced as she furrowed her brows, her head tilting to the side. A slow smile crept across her lips, her back arched, pushing her chest further into my hands. Searing heat took to my cheeks but I pushed on. Kneading her breasts and pinching the dark violet peaks. It wasn’t enough. All semblance of decorum left me as I propped myself on a palm, forcing Boethiah to angle differently to accommodate me. I leaned in my lips pressing against the pebbled flesh of her nipple. 

My heart lurched, as a soft moan fell from Boethiah's lips. My tongue flitted against the sensitive skin eliciting another sound of pleasure from her. My hand massaged the flesh as my tongue rolled against her peak. Licking and sucking it into my mouth. Her pace picked up with her lewd sounds of arousal. Driving into me that felt like desperation and unadulterated pleasure. We fell into an effortless rhythm. My wrist screamed at me but there was no way I intended to fall back. I turned my mouth to her opposing peak, drawing it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it till her breathy moans turned to wanton pants. 

‘Look.” I pulled back in a daze following the direction of her gaze. There where our bodies met was the intermingling of my slick and blood. She pulled out ever so slowly, allowing me to take in what I could see of her cunt, it dripped around the attachment that lay within her. My eyes snapped back to the hilt of the cock the dark pink striking not for its color but for its meaning. She snapped her hips once, spearing me. I whimpered, my arms clambering to find support around her neck. Boethiah's hands slid from my thighs to the small of my back. 

“Cling to me.” At that moment I was thankful for the experience with the other Princes’. I wrapped my legs around the curve of her waist. Holding my weight there as she picked me up supporting me at my lower back. My stomach tossed, my body feeling weightless. Still reeling from the sight of my innocence lost, it was enough to sicken me. Boethiah’s arms slid up my back to clutch me closer to her. Our breasts pressing against each other slick with sweat. My head fell back and all those thoughts of disgust and shame erased leaving me with only the miserable twist of rapture and agony. I arched my back, snapping my hips in tune with her, her name clinging to the tip of my tongue. I could feel that familiar precipice rise within me. This time I wanted to drench us, I wanted to please her with my release. 

“Boethiah!” My head fell atop her shoulder, tears flowing freely as I sought after the precipice. She was hunched over driving into me with such fury I didn’t believe concentration was necessary to pass the threshold. We clung to one another, seeking pleasure within each other. Every glossy inch of me was stimulated with ecstasy. My peaks pressing obscenely against hers. My forehead leaning into the nook of her neck, taking in her warm intoxicating scent. My palms tangled within her hair that was coming loose from its bind. The feel of my legs wrapped around her waist sliding forward and backward with each thrust. My cunt tightly clenched around her cock dripping with slick creating a sound that both repulsed and enticed me. 

I lost myself there, damned myself there before her. Offering what little soul I had left in exchange for the rapture we both sought for. Delivering it was a guarantee, it was the aftermath, the fallout that wrought adrenaline to my blood pushing me to seek for more, to make it worth it. Boethiah pulled back, her crimson eyes dark and hooded as she captured and held me within her gaze. Her lips pulled back exposing her gritted teeth as she pushed me closer to my edge, brow knit together as she studied me. 

“There it is.” she breathed. “My collar around your pretty throat. Your fingers clasping the lock.” She captured my lips, intertwining her tongue with mine. My mind too foggy to decipher just what her words meant.

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T^T my little bunny kitten has been sick for an entire month. Just to find out he needed surgery. I’ve been drained , so much that I’ve only played 12 hours of Oblivion remastered. :(( sorry for my again absence and my lack of replies to beautiful sweet comments. I have bad luck 90% of the time. Here is his before (uncomfy :/ ) n after (very comfy, double as a silly pumpkin pillow :3 ) donut. P.S. he had TWO penises (that was a surprise to everyone) What a crazy life. Now he has ZERO!! Much love from me and this guy and also his brother who is not pictured but trust me he’s super sweet. EDIT: I pictured his brother bc it made me sick to not have.

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I dont have a particularly coherent way to describe it, but the fact that the main part of your character in Oblivion is created before they can interact with anyone in the world feels so significant in a metatextual way. In Skyrim and Morrowind, you create your character during/after listening to other people talking and getting somewhat of a feel for what is going on. People have already shown you kindness or cruelty or used their power over you, no matter who you are. In Oblivion, you decide how you want to look, you start to get an idea of what sort of person you are, and then are thrown into the world with some asshole shouting obscenities tailored specifically for you. Truly unparalleled.

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I’m still moving into my old place and they have us working 60 hour weeks for the holidays 😭 I’m very sorry.

*actual footage of me writing my next chapter*

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*me, checking my own AO3 account to see if I have posted any new fic I’ve been waiting for yet*

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"he would not fucking say that" but it's "they would not be having carefully negotiated bdsm manual sex"

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THEY TOOK OUR HOLIDAY 😭

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i love writing! *vomiting blood

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I'll never stop being a Lucien fangirl 💔

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Sometimes being an Oblivion fan on tesblr feels like being the forgotten middle child and then being a Daggerfall or Arena fan feels like being the estranged child from a previous marriage.