The Quest for the Holy Dildo #20

Author’s note: I was going to make this a ½ and ½ post with half the action at High Hrothgar and then the wedding begins at Whiterun. But the Whiterun setup is taking a long time and decided instead to get a short post out. Though there’s obviously going to be a lot of nudity at the wedding, this is the last of the blatant porn. Image heavy – text light this time since this was only originally ½ a post.
The three retired to their beds, and soon Sampson made good on his pledge while Faniel couldn’t help but feel her now-smooth mound. The smooth skin felt odd and sexy where there had formerly been silky blonde hairs. She did take care not to get too frisky though and tried her best to ignore the sounds from the other bed.
When finally it had subsided and Sampson’s breathing became deep and heavy, she heard Devilah get quietly out of bed and toptoe over to her.. “Faniel? Are you still awake?” the succubus whispered. “I am. So, did he succeed? Three?” “Four. And he came in me once too. Faniel, can I sleep with you tonight?” “With me? Why?” “I… I guess you’ll be leaving us soon. I’ll miss you.”
“Come on in Dev.” The succubus climbed up and sat with the angel. “Devilah, you should know this already, but I’m going to tell you flat-out so later on, you will remember it. In one way, I will be leaving you soon. But in another way, I will never leave you. Devilah, I am your Guardian Angel. I will be with you for the rest of your life. Out of sight but always near.”
Devilah looked down. “I don’t think I deserve a guardian angel. I’m… not a very good person.” “You’re a very good person, Dev. I know your history. He doesn’t. If he knew half the things you’ve done… But you never hurt anyone. You’re a succubus, Dev. He looks at you and sees a beautiful khajiit, Sometimes he forgets that you’re not that. I know better, but I also know that in addition to your natural desires, you really love to give pleasure too. That’s not evil Dev. That’s good.“ Devilah looked at the angel wetly before changing the subject. “You’ll watch me when I get myself off?”
“Certainly. But it’s not the sort of watching that you imagine. I watch your soul. It’s not like a peeping Tom. I’m not there to judge you. I’m there to love you. I do love you Devilah. Maybe not as Sampson does. He’s your mate. I’m your Angel. But I’ll be with you always.” “I’ll miss you anyway.”
“I know you will. Just try and remember, I’m really still there. Really, I will be. Just for you.” “I believe you.“
The former-demon snuggled into the wings of the angel and felt the now-smooth skin against her leg and was comforted by it. "It is a beautiful pussy,” she murmured and felt the angel rub it against her own sex. She moaned, slid her hands down until she held the angel’s ass firmly in her hands, and rubbed herself against the other without reservation. Inwardly she laughed at the angel’s stifled squeals of pleasure, but the wetness she felt between her legs had not come from her. “Okay,“ the angel whispered. “Maybe I do love you like Sampson does. A little.”
She knew this poor, mysterious creature had the hots for her and she’d be damned if she was going to let this opportunity go without giving Faniel a night to remember. She slid downwards and pulled Faniel’s pussy to her lips and the angel gasped as Devilah tasted peaches.

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #19

Faniel laughed, “Come on, hero. Let’s see how skillful you really are with a blade.” With that she handed one of her sharpened daggers to Sampson and he positioned himself between her legs. “Well, alright then! You’d better lather up with some soap first.” “Oh no! I’m not doing your work for you Sampson. You’re the barber. I just sit back and relax,” Faniel said, leaning back and spreading her legs wide. Sampson gulped, rubbed the soap between his hands, and applied it to Faniel.
In fact, once he’d gotten over the initial excitement that touching the angel’s pussy naturally generated, he was able to do a fine job and didn’t so much as nick the delicate skin and folds there. At Devilah’s suggestion, he refrained from rinsing the blade in the water until he’d collected the hair in a separate bottle. “There may be a use for that,” she’d said. “Simple angel hair is extremely valuable to alchemists. Angel pubic hair must be virtually priceless.” It took some time before he was finally able to do the job properly in those areas that required some manual manipulation to access. He was actually quite proud of not only his work, but the fact that he was able to contain his own arousal enough to concentrate on the work. Though the occasional low sounds that escaped from Faniel’s throat indicated that she was perhaps a bit more into it than she let on and he wasn’t too dispassionate to note that the soap wasn’t the only source of lubrication for his blade.
Still, he felt he was doing quite well. That was, until she turned around and presented her hindquarters fully to him so as to complete the job from that angle. “Go on Sampson, you’re doing fine!” Faniel said in a quiet though husky voice as she spread her butt for him to continue working on. “Um… Sorry. Give me a second… Devilah? You… I could use some help.” Devilah crawled over and saw the problem, and applied her mouth to it. Between the stimulation of his lovers expert work and the sight in front of him, it was over in a few seconds and Sampson needed only another minute to be ready to resume. “That good eh?” Faniel laughed. Devilah smacked her lips. “That good! You’ve one beautiful ass, Faniel. Can’t blame Sampson for losing it with that in front of him!”
Even with his recent release, it still took some time to get back to work in earnest but Sampson finally completed the task and ran his hand from top to bottom. “All done?” Faniel asked, her own voice somewhat husky. Devilah laughed and tickled her anus. “Unless you’ve got hair in here, I think we’re done!” Faniel screamed at the unexpected touch on her most private area by Devilah, her ward. For her own part, she’d been pretty turned on by the touch of Sampson’s strong hands, but the soft furred finger of her friend directly on her sphincter sent her over the edge. “Oh my!” Devilah laughed, grabbing a nearby bowl and taking Sampson’s place as he backed off, not quite understanding what she was doing.
“Sorry guys,” Faniel said between breaths as she collapsed. “Not… your fault.” “Oh, no problem Faniel. No problem at all!” Devilah said as she poured a few drops from the bowl into a small vial and held it up for Sampson to see. “Angel nectar. Fresh from the source! If angel pubic hair is priceless, imagine what this is worth!” “Devilah!” Faniel said, getting back up on her arms but smiling. “Be careful, that’s dangerous stuff there.
"Apparently not to me. Tastes like peaches!” “Well anyway, sorry Sampson. You weren’t the only one turned on by that I guess. I was fine till she touched me… there.” “No problem!”
The angel got to her feet then and spread her legs for her friends to see. "So? What do you think? Improvement?“ Devilah couldn’t help herself and ran her hand over the smooth curve. Though she noticed the angel shiver at her touch slightly, she decided to ignore it. "Nice. Good job Sampson!” Sampson had to agree. “That, Faniel, is the finest shaved pussy I’ve ever seen.” Devilah nodded and gave Sampson a kiss to assure him once again that she felt the same. “Truth is truth,” she said. “That IS the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen period! Sometimes I wish I were male. But then I have multiple orgasms and change my mind.”
Faniel didn’t conceal her pride. “It is, isn’t it? Thank you Sampson. Now you see why it would be a shame to cover up this body!” “Careful, Faniel, isn’t pride one of the seven deadly sins?” Devilah pointed out. Faniel thought about that for a minute. “Is it a sin if the thing you’re proud of isn’t yours? This body is on loan. Until recently I was incorporeal you know.” “Good point. Well, you can be as proud as you want then!”
Sampson was gathering the pubic hairs and putting them into their own container. “What should I do with these?” he asked. “Keep them,” Faniel said enigmatically with a smile. “They may come in handy someday.” “Just keep them safe, Sampson. To the right alchemist, that hair is worth a fortune,” Devilah added. “I will. And now, to bed?” “To bed! You know, there’s still one member of this little group that hasn’t gotten off yet!” “Are you sure Dev? You sure looked to be getting into it when I was shaving her,” Sampson asked with a knowing smile. “Oh, well… okay. Maybe once.”
“I’ll remedy that situation right away! Your pussy is no slouch in the beauty department either by the way!” Sampson noted as his lover climbed the steps in front of him and he planted a kiss on her butt. Devilah squealed, “Oh Sampson. I bet you say that to all the girls.” “Only those I love.”
“Well, then prove it. I would like to have three more orgasms tonight, sir. Do you think you can help me with that?” “Your wish is my command.”

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #18

They found Arngeir in the meeting room seated with Einarth. At their entrance, both Greybeards rose. “Welcome back, friends,” Arngeir greeted them. “Did you meet with Paarthurnax?” “Oh yes. He flew me down to find the dildo! He’s very nice!” “He… you flew on him?!??” Einarth asked, incredulous. “Well, just me. He didn’t seem to like Sampson or Devilah much,” Faniel admitted, then looked at Devilah. “Well, not in that way.” Einarth looked at Arngeir who shrugged. “The Way of the Master is not one we should question.”
“If we might stay one more night, Arngeir, we will leave at first light,” Devilah declared. “A friend of Paarthurnax we could not deny. But I’m not sure if we should resume your ‘show’ tonight. One of our number has developed a problem.” “Oh? Not Borri?” Devilah asked, suddenly concerned. “No. He is tending to Wulfgar now. But I am afraid Wulfgar seems to… well, he has lost his sanity, and we think your ‘show’ had something to do with it. Understand, we don’t blame you, but you must understand that it is something we weren’t truly prepared for.” “Oh Arngeir! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any problems!!!” Devilah said sincerely.
“You couldn’t have known it would do this to Wulfgar. But since last night he… well, we can’t keep him from touching himself to be blunt.” “Oh God! Arngeir, can I help somehow?” “We really don’t have any experience with this sort of thing, Devilah. Your presence might send him further down the abyss his mind is in.” “Or it might not,” Faniel interjected. “Please, if we caused this thing, let us try to help!”
Arngeir looked to Einarth, who admitted, “Nothing we’ve done seems to help, Arngeir. I don’t see how it could hurt.” Arngeir nodded. “Alright. Let’s be cautious though.” They followed Arngeir down the hall to where Borri was watching over the stricken Greybeard. “He’s sleeping now,” Borri whispered. “But when he wakes up he’ll be back at himself again.” “Let me wake him,” Devilah said and she knelt gently beside the inert form.
“Wulfgar? Wulfgar, it’s Devilah,” she said, gently stroking his forehead. The old man’s eyes slid open as he looked at her feline face, his hands straying as if on their own towards his groin, but Devilah stopped them and held them. “No Wulfgar, you’ve had enough of that. Can you talk?” But his hands struggled to free themselves and he soon shook them loose and resumed his self-manipulation. Devilah looked up at Sampson and Arngeir with desperation in her eyes. “I’m sorry! I… I didn’t know this could happen!” “Devilah,” Faniel said in a tone of voice they’d not heard her use before. A tone of command. “Step away. You are not the cause of this.”
“I’m not?” “No, Devilah. I am.” Devilah stood up and let Faniel take over. “Wulfgar. Stop this,” Faniel said with that note of command still in her voice. Immediately his eyes darted to Faniel and locked there, his hands ceasing their movement. The angel knelt beside Wolfgar and touched his head at which point he relaxed and lay back, looking at her intensely. “Angel! You’re back!” Faniel sighed. “Yes. You were watching me last night, weren’t you?” Wulfgar nodded. Faniel closed her eyes for a moment, then reopened them.
“I am sorry for all this. This is my fault. Wulfgar experienced something he should not have.” “What? Experienced what?” Borri asked. “That isn’t important. It won’t happen again. He is better now.” They looked back to Wulfgar who was now sitting up. “What? What happened?” he asked to those around him. “You don’t remember?” Arngeir asked, incredulous. “Remember what?” “Arngeir, there is no need to pursue this further. He is well and I am shamed. Is not that enough?” Faniel said, not looking at him.
“It is enough. Thank you Faniel. Our members are too few to lose even one. But… perhaps it might be best to forego your show tonight Devilah?” “Of course, of course,” Devilah replied with no hesitation. “And now, Arngeir, have you a bath? It’s been a long day and we could use it,” Faniel asked. “Certainly. Follow me. It’s in a basement.” As Faniel turned to follow Arngeir, she looked back to Sampson and Devilah. “Sampson? Devilah? Are coming?” Soon all four were in a small underground room but with an oversized hot tub in the center. Arngeir pointed out, “I’m afraid there’s only one tub, though it’s a large one.” “Oh, that’ll be fine,” Sampson said, “Perhaps you might have some soap too?” “Certainly. It’s right there in that basket beside the tub. I’ll leave you in peace. And thank you again Faniel. I’m sorry we had to cancel your show though Devilah. Honestly, Borri and I were quite looking forward to it!”
“Clever,” Sampson was saying as he examined the spigot that allowed cold water from the roof to flow into the tub and the drain that led dirty water back outside while the water in the tub stayed warm from an unseen fire. “Where I came from that would have been considered crude, Sampson. They had a way to bring hot water in through something similar, as well as cold!” Devilah said as she finished washing her fur.“ "I don’t know about you two, but I feel like a new man! I wish I could take a bath like this every week!” Devilah muttered something under her breath, but Sampson didn’t catch it. “So… what did happen to Wulfgar, Faniel?”
“After you two left last night, I couldn’t help myself. I… well, you know.” “And just seeing you do that drove him crazy?” Sampson asked. “I suspect it was more than just watching me. I think he tasted angel nectar.” “Angel what?” Sampson asked, but Devilah picked up on it immediately. “And that drives men mad?” “It’s more like a powerful aphrodisiac to some men. Single men. But it was my fault. I shouldn’t have done that. But what is done is done. He has forgotten it now. Dwelling on past mistakes is never helpful. It won’t happen again.”
Briefly, Faniel looked away ashamed, but soon she recovered her normal attitude, “Now, about shaving my pussy…” Sampson looked at Faniel, “It’s not going to drive me mad is it?” “No Sampson,” she assured him. “You’re in love. As long as you don’t lick me, you should be fine.” “Oh! Well, thank heaven for that! And… you really don’t mind Dev?” “Sampson, when will you learn? – I’m really not capable of feeling jealous over sex like that. The only thing I’m jealous of is that she wants you to do it instead of me!”

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #17

When Sampson finally caught up with Devilah, he was surprised to find her laughing and at first was concerned about her sanity. “Devilah? Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he? I swear I’ll kill that giant lizard if he’s hurt you!” Devilah’s laughter finally subsided at that thought. “Oh my god Sampson! Did you see that thing?!” “The dragon?” “His penis! It was huge!”
“Oh… that. I saw it.” The succubus’ laughter returned. “Aww. Are you feeling inadequate now? I don’t mean to offend you but men are so stupid sometimes. Surely even you must have been impressed!” The two resumed walking back to High Hrothgar at a normal pace. “Well… it was… kinda weird shaped.” “Ha! Have you seen some Argonians? Now those things can get downright strange!” Sampson frowned. “No, Devilah. In fact I haven’t seen an Argonian penis.”
“Oh. Sorry… But you have to understand Sampson. That thing… It’s like a fantasy of mine! And then when he had me pinned under him…” “You sure didn’t look like you were fantasizing when you were running away!” “Hell no! I was scared to death! To have something that out of control lusting for you. Maybe you have to be female to understand. It’s frightening, but… kinda hot.” “Oh gods, are you going to be thinking of dragon penis when I’m fucking you tonight?” Sampson said though his chuckling belied the pretended outrage. “Maaaaaybe.” Devilah teased.
“Oh yeah? Well maybe I’lll be thinking of blonde pubic hair!” “Silly man, you can’t play that game with me. But I don’t mind you trying. Trouble is, I might be thinking of blonde pubic hair too!” “Speaking of which,” Faniel said, her unexpected voice causing even Devilah to yelp a little. “ Faniel! How long have you been back there?” she demanded once she’d recovered from the surprise. “Since I got here,” Faniel responded with a look of confusion.
“Well, anyway, I’m sorry about all that up there. We didn’t mean any harm,” Devilah apologized. “That reminds me, Paarthurnax also wanted to apologize to you. I think he was just feeling exceptionally horny and had no outlet for it, so he sort of took it out on you.” The three continued on until they came in sight of High Hrothgar, though no one was outside. “Devilah, do you think you or Sampson could do me a favor tonight? Before your show I mean?” “Anything Faniel. What can we do for you?”
“I think I’d like to shave.” “Your pubes? Why?” “It just seems like everyone comments on it. It’s obvious that it is not the norm. So I think I’d like to shave. I mean, it will grow back if I don’t like it, right?” “Too soon, as I understand it. I’ve never done it myself, but then I don’t exactly have pubic hair. I’m thinking the job might be a little too intimate for Sampson though.” “Oh? I doubt that. He looks at my pussy so often, I’m sure he knows it better than you Devilah.” Devilah looked at the big man, who just shrugged innocently. “I can’t help it Dev. You know me!”
“I do know you. And I know you’d love to help her out. Well guess what? You’ve been the best boyfriend a Succubus can have, Sampson. I would love you to do this for Faniel. And, I suspect, it will inspire you to even greater lovemaking during our show.” “Really? You won’t mind?” Sampson blurted out a little too eagerly, but Devilah only laughed and hugged him close. “Sampson, I know men. You’d all own a harem if you possibly could get away with it. But you won’t because you’re in love with me and in your mind having sex with another is a betrayal of that. And I know you. You would never betray me because you feel that way. If I can let you have this little bit of fun with another female and you won’t feel you’ve done something wrong, it will make me feel so much better about my… needs. But I get to watch!”
“Watch Sampson shave me? Why would you want to do that?” Faniel asked, not comprehending. “To put it bluntly, you turn me on too Faniel. I’ve had female lovers before, you know. Sampson killed one of them. So you see, you have a beautiful body to my eyes as well as his!”
Faniel looked down at herself and smiled. “Yes… yes, I do, don’t I? I guess you’re not the only one that can make people horny Devilah! I think maybe I was a little jealous of you with Paarthurnax. You know, he will be my lover in another universe someday. But you caused him to get erect. I think I understand a little bit of what this jealousy is like. It feels wrong though. I don’t like the feeling. Sampson, do you think you will get erect by shaving me?” Both Devilah and Faniel looked at Sampson expectantly, the former with a look of restrained humor, the latter with honest innocence. “Faniel, I’m horny just talking about it if you must know. Yes, that won’t be a problem.”
“Then we’ll be even Devilah. It does make me feel better – though even that seems somehow wrong too. It is so much easier to figure out right and wrong when you’re a sexless angel. I really don’t know how you manage it down here.” “We don’t,” the hero said as they reached the door of High Hrothgar. “We screw it up all the time. And spend years apologizing. Someday you should ask your boss if he could simplify things somehow.” “I might just do that,” Faniel agreed, and stepped within the doorway to High Hrothgar.

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #16

Some minutes later, the dragon and the Angel returned and Faniel climbed down. “Thank you Parthy!” “It was an honor, Fanny. But now you should go. I find myself becoming annoyed at your friends.” “Oh? What did they do?”
The dragon turned it’s massive head to face Devilah in particular. “I have an acute sense of smell. You are no Khajiit, but I know what you did. I’ll be smelling you for weeks.” “Hey, wait!” Sampson interrupted. “I’m as guilty as she is!” Paarthurnax didn’t even turn towards the hero as he backed the frightened Devilah against a stone. “That is obvious, MAN. You smell more of her than she does!”
“Sorry!” Devilah looked sincere. “We… got bored waiting.” “If I had a mate, I wouldn’t care, furred one. But I haven’t mated in centuries. I am… overdue! I suspect even your inflated sexuality could not assuage my passion. Would you like to find out?”
Devilah’s eyes went wide as she noticed the huge phallus that had grown unnoticed beneath the massive belly. With a scream, she ran towards the path back to Hrothgar but the dragon was upon her instantly and Sampson barely had time to draw his sword, let alone intervene. But the dragon had only pinned her to the snow as he whispered into her wide-eyed face.
“You should be grateful, furred one, that I have renounced my dragon nature or I would split you apart right now. I sense your magical nature, and it appears you exude some sort of sexual attraction on sentient males. Be careful of that. Not all have my self control and even your non-dragonish form I find oddly alluring. But it is long since I mated and I hunger powerfully. For your own sake, begone immediately.”
With that, the dragon released Devilah just as Sampson caught up with them and the pair wasted no time in running back down the path. As for Faniel, she walked calmly past the dragon, ignoring what had happened as well as his still visible erection till she reached his head. “Well, goodbye again Parthy. I hope you find your Dragonborn someday,” Faniel said, waving goodbye to the ancient dragon. “Goodbye Fanny. I hope you find your dildo.” “With your help, I will. I know where to find it now!
"Fanny?” the dragon called as she turned to follow her friends. “Yes?” “Will I ever see you again.” Faniel turned around to face the dragon. “Not in this universe. Sorry Parthy. I won’t be back this way again.” The dragon’s inscrutable face showed no visible emotion, but he looked at her for a long time.
“I’m sorry about that outburst. Tell your friend I’m sorry.” “Devilah? No need to be sorry Parthy. I think what you did will turn out to have been good for her actually. In fact, I know it will.” “I will miss you, Faniel.” the dragon said quietly. “I understand. I’ll miss you too. But this isn’t time or place for us. There will be others though. Times and places in which we are more… compatible. You know this. Your eyes see into the multiverse. Until then, goodbye Good dragon.”
“I do. But it will be so very long. Goodbye my love!” declared the dragon, rearing up to his full majesty.
Then he turned back to his domain and Faniel went on to catch up to her friends, both turning back once.
The dragon looked down at himself. “Damn that succubus,” he thought. For the first time in a generation of humans below, the dragon atop the Throat of the World sincerely wished it had a mate… Or hands… and lived in a warmer place.

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