The Quest for the Holy Dildo #23

The doors at the end of the hall swung open as three figures stepped within. In the lead was a man, not overlarge but heavily muscled brandishing a greatsword which Muz-Ra was relieved to notice was unstained. Behind him was what appeared to be a Khajiit, dressed in a a shockingly red outfit, yet no Khajiit posessed the demonic wings that now spread wide. Yet these two she recognized immediately, but the third was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and had only heard of vaguely in old mythic tales. But it could be nothing else. An angel had stepped into Dragonsreach. Ubergard positioned herself in front of Muz-Ra who had rushed towards them along with the Jarl and Irileth, Uber’s blade at the ready while guards closed in on the trio from both sides. “HOLD!” Shouted the Jarl. “What is this? Who are you that would break the sanctity of this ritual?”
The angel stepped forward, her companions facing the guards who kept their weapons drawn. “Jarl of Whiterun. We are here on a quest. You have something that belongs to us,” the angel said in a clear voice that all could hear. “It is not our wish to intrude on your ceremony, but we have come far in our quest and we were disappointed when we were turned away by your guards. I also believe you will have reason to be thankful for our interruption when this is concluded.”
“Devilah? Sampson? What are you doing here?” Muz-Ra called, suddenly recognizing them. Devilah looked back at her more closely. “You’re… Red right? Is this your wedding?”
“Don’t I look like a bride?” Muz-Ra asked, nodding to the Jarl. Devilah laughed. “You do! On your honeymoon!”
“Red? Do you know these people?” the Jarl demanded. “Of course I do! He is Sampson, a hero of some renown. You remember, he wiped out the Assassin’s guild! And this is Devilah, his companion.” “She has the aspect of a demon. Are you quite certain they are friends of yours?” “Well, she’s a succubus, yes. But she’s a friend. We shared cookies!”
The guards put their weapons a way and looked to the Jarl for instructions. “And the angel?” the Jarl asked. “I don’t know her,” Muz-Ra confessed. “This is the Angel Faniel. She’s a friend,” Devilah announced. “If you can trust me, you can certainly trust her.”
“Come forward then and join our celebration,” the Jarl said. “Muz-Ra, you are my queen now. You have my confidence in all things. Please, take the throne and let’s figure out what this is all about.” “My lord,” Irileth whispered hastily to the Jarl. “The throne?” But the Jarl shot her a glare that could melt iron. “She is my wife and your queen now Irileth. She has full right to take the throne. Would you deny it?” “No my lord!” Irileth said, backing off.
Muz-Ra thanked her husband with a smile and sat upon the Throne of Whiterun for the first time. “Well, it is the first time,” she thought. “That other time I wasn’t precisely sitting on it. More like bouncing off it.” The three interlopers stepped up towards her, while the Jarl stood beside her proudly.
“Now then,” Muz-Ra said, sitting on throne as if born to it and leaning forward.. “What can the Jarl and I do for you?” “Thank you, Red,” Devilah began, taking the lead since she knew Muz-Ra best of the three..
“That’s Queen Muz-Ra, demon!” Irileth corrected. The Jarl nodded to her in agreement. “I’m not exactly a demon anymore. But sorry, thank you QUEEN Muz-Ra. We have come a long, long way seeking something that our friend, the angel Faniel, has lost. We have reason to believe it is here, in this place.”
“Devilah,” Muz-Ra began in a quiet voice, “we’d barely managed to keep Sampson from killing Kitty outright last time. Now you come barging into my wedding? Please, show some patience. Let us get on with this ceremony. You can be my guests. But let us finish this first. Please?”
Devilah saw the sense in what she said. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long journey and it’s hard to be so close to the end. But you’re right of course. Thank you, Queen Muz-Ra. But please don’t forget about us. Besides, I’m dying to hear how you went from being a cook in Kitty’s castle to being the Jarl’s bride!”
At that, Muz-Ra couldn’t help laughing. She stood up from the throne, looked to the Jarl, who nodded his acquiescence to her wishes,and made an announcement.
“Lords and ladies, friends and family. You have all been so welcoming to my fellow Argonians and Khajiits that this wedding has come to fruition at last between my love, the Jarl of Whiterun and myself – a humble, if admittedly lusty, Argonian. Now I ask you to show the same for these newfound guests of mine.
They too take unusual forms, but they are also my friends. Here is the Angel Faniel, the Succubus (reformed) Devilah and the Hero Sampson. It is a great honor to host them here at our wedding!”

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #22

The wedding was, of course, no surprise to the residents of Whiterun. And it surprised no one much to see the procession wind it’s way through the streets of Whiterun and towards the Jarl’s palace of Dragonsreach led by the naked Argonian woman and followed by her bridesmaids in barely less revealing attire. They parted for the group effortlessly, and even the more bawdy residents withstrained their admiration for the display of the scaled and furred females to only occasional whoops and catcalls. Finally they reached the entrance to Dragonsreach itself whereupon Muz-Ra greeted the Jarl’s personal housecarl, Irileth at the door. “What’s that she’s not wearing?” Cheetah whispered to Udaran when they came in sight of Irileth at the door to the great palace of Whiterun. “I think it’s a Muz-Ra designed kilt,” Udaran whispered back, giggling somewhat.
“No beheadings today?” asked the Argonian with a smile. “None today my Lady, unless you request it!” “What do you think of the kilt?” Irileth looked down at herself, her breasts basically naked for the world to see. "A bit breezy my lady.“
"Well, you’ve got to let the puppies out to breath every once in a while! Shall we get this party started?” Irileth laughed, a strange sound to those who knew her but one Muz-Ra had heard at least once before. “Let’s!” she said and the group entered the Keep to fanfare from hidden trumpeters on the walls.
Irileth proclaimed their arrival as the group waited for a signal and Irileth proceeded towards the throne and stood to the Jarl’s right while another man dressed in preistly robes stood to his left. Though Muz-Ra hadn’t met him, she assumed this must be the priest of Mara from Riften: a man named Maramal. The fanfare began again as the friends climbed the steps and those dignitaries and friends of the Jarl bowed at their entrance. She saw H standing to one side and recognized another figure she did not expect with them as well.
“Blue!” she cried and started towards her old friend, but Blue herself shushed her and pointed back towards the Jarl. “Oh, sorry. Later!” she whispered and looked back at her future husband who only smiled and shook his head, to which she responded with a shrug that said “Sorry!”.
She felt her friends behind her step to one side as she neared the last steps up to where the Jarl waited. All eyes were now on her and the Jarl who took her hand and stood beside her. Irileth stood behind him and the giant Argonian, Ubergard, took her place slightly behind and to Muz-Ra’s right. The crowd quieted as the preist of Mara stood in front of them, holding his hands up and beginning the ritual.
“It was Mara that first gave birth to all of creation,” the priest began. Muz-Ra realized she could barely concentrate on his words however as an unaccustomed feeling of nervousness set in and she feared she might faint. She had been married before, but that was a long time ago. But then she felt the warm hand of the Jarl enclose her and she turned to look at him. No, not the Jarl – her Jarl. Her jarlyhorse. Her love. The nervousness quickly fled as she looked into his eyes, and he into hers. And then the room was hushed as the time came to say the words. With a strong voice, Muz-Ra followed her beloved’s declaration with her own… “I do. Now and forever!”
“Under the authority of Mara, the Divine of Love, I declare this couple to be wed. I present to you these matching rings, blessed by Mara’s divine grace. May they protect each of you in your new life together.” At these words, the crowd began to cheer, but Muz-Ra could hear nothing. She felt only the Jarl’s strong hands take her head in his hands and kiss her, human fashion. She tried her best to respond in kind and also gave him the traditional Argonian sign of affection – a nuzzle under his chin.
Then they turned around to face their guests, who continued to cheer and clap as the Jarl drew her beside him and she looked up to see him with what may have been a tear of his own on the otherwise gruff face.
And then all hell broke loose.

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #21

The big day had finally arrived in Whiterun. Though the Jarl had made clear to everyone his intent to keep the wedding low-key, it was all Muz-Ra could do to keep the well-wishers at bay. She had stayed with her friends the previous two nights in the room at the Bannered Mare, where they had treated her to a bachelorette party that was as bawdy as she was. Fortunately it had been a private party and the things that went on there were well kept secrets by all her friends and the employees as well as the male “entertainers” that had been hired. But that was night before last. Last night the tavern had reopened to the public and she had retired at a reasonable hour with her closest friends, Ubergard and Kitty, who were with her now as she got ready for her wedding to the Jarl.
“For a low-key wedding, you know you’re going to make a hell of an entrance!” Kitty said as she adjusted her transparent dress for the millionth time. “I know. But this is what should have happened all those months ago. Besides, the citizens sort of expect it from me now. They get to see their future queen in-the-buff one last time. I can’t deny them that!” “Who do you think you’re fooling?” Ubergard asked, looking down at herself. “You get off strolling around in public naked as the day you were hatched! Did it ever occur to you that some people have this thing called modesty?”
“Oh, please Uber,” Kitty interjected. “For the last time… shut it. Either wear it or don’t go. You volunteered for this, remember? Where’s that Warrior’s Spirit I hear you and K’rris talking about all the time?” Ubergard looked surprisingly pitiable. “But… I’m totally exposed in this! I might as well be as naked as Red.” “Hey! At least your puppies are held down and won’t bounce around and hit you in the snout!” Kitty suddenly looked up. “Wait! I have an idea. Just a second…”
She went out to the balcony and came back in with Ubergard’s massive weapon, Virgindruung. “Here. Wear this!” The giant Argonian smiled and closed her eyes at it’s comforting weight. “Better?” Kitty asked.
“Much better. Is it okay if I wear this at least Red?” “Sure! Not going to stop people from looking at your boobs though,” Muz-Ra smiled. Ubergard looked at Muz-Ra with eyes sparkling, “No, but it will sure as hell stop anyone from staring at them for too long.”
“Hey!” Muz-Ra warned. “No killing the spectators!” Kitty sat back on the bed and was joined by the other two. “So Red, how are you feeling? Nervous?” “About parading naked through the town again? Not a chance.” “No, about marrying the Jarl?” “Oh… that. Nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I don’t know why I should be. I’ve been married before you know.”
“I’ve heard you say that. You don’t talk about it much though.” “Naa. It didn’t work out. It was my fault though. We still keep in touch sometimes. He’s working up around Solitude now somewhere. But he needed someone more stable than me. You may not believe it, but I was pretty wild in my youth.” “Who would have believed it?” Ubergard snorted.
A familiar voice called from below. “We’re all ready Red!” Muz-Ra looked to Kitty desperately for a second. “Don’t think about the wedding for now, Red. Just think about strutting your naked body in front of all those strangers.” The Argonian closed her eyes for a moment, then re-opened them with a large, toothy grin. “That is better! I bet some of the men will start jerking it the minute they see me!” “Sure they will! Women will be rubbing themselves against any nearby pole.”
Muz-Ra stood, puffed out her already ample chest, and headed out of the room with only the traditional Amulet of Mara for clothing. “Mustn’t keep my public waiting!” she called and confidently strode down the stairs to where the rest of her bridesmaids were waiting. Kitty noticed Bhusaran kept her traditional white boots on. “Glad you could make it Bhusaran! Can I assume H will be at Dragonsreach?” “He wouldn’t miss it for the world, Red. I hope you don’t mind the boots. They’re my security blanket.” “No problem! Well… Ladies?” she called with the confidence of a wartime General. “Let ‘em have it!”
“Cheetah? What’s wrong with Udaran? She looks a little… wobbly,” Kitty asked. Cheetah looked at her lover affectionately. “It took a little lubrication to get her into the dress. Alcoholic lubrication that is… Maybe a little too much.” “Nobody can see me!” Udaran half-whispered to Kitty, the smell of drink heavy around her. “…all looking at Red. You can’t see me can you?” “Not at all,Udie,” Kitty assured her. “You’re practically invisible.”

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.

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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.

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #15

A roar came from the huge dragon that knocked Devilah back into Sampson’s chest and he held her for support. “I have not left my mountain for hundreds of years, other-worlder! I am Paarthurnax! You wan’t to ride me like some common horse?!!!” “Faniel.” “WHAT!?” the outraged dragon bellowed. “My name is Faniel, and you needn’t get so upset. A simple ‘no’ would do just fine,” Faniel stated coldly and started walking away.
“Faniel… Wait a moment.” The head of the dragon lowered until it appeared to be no more than a foot away from the Angel. He sniffed, but Faniel didn’t budge and barely bothered to turn around. “What?” she asked with obvious disdain.
“You smell of power and confidence. And something else. Can I call you ‘Fanny’?” The Angel considered this for a little bit. “You know, where I come from that word means means ‘butt’”. “I use it only as a familiarity, as you use Parthy. Besides, you have an excellent butt.” “That is true… Okay. To you alone,” she said, smiling back at her friends, “I will be Fanny.”
“I am sorry for my outburst. I’ve been alone up here with only those old men for company for far too long. I have become… cranky. Fanny, you may climb aboard my back. Keep your wings furled. The wind would whisk you off in an instant if you open them.” “Thank you, Parthy!” she said, turning around and hugging the massive neck. Then she turned back to Sampson and Devilah. “I’ll be back in a little while guys! But I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone so if it gets late, go back to Hrothgar without me!” she called as she climbed atop the dragon.
With a WHOOSH of air, the dragon was aloft and fell over the side of the mountain, lost to sight temporarily before it swung back into view far below. Devilah and Sampson watched for a long time as it sailed ever-farther away. But they were able to track its flight and never completely lost sight of it as it flew one direction, then changed and flew another, seeming to cover a rough grid pattern over the land below it. But the dragon, though far away, was obviously maintaining a fair height and likely would not be noticed by any but the most perceptive on the lands below.
“He’s not really going that far away, is he?” Devilah asked. “No. Do you see that little city down there?” “I see it. He seems to be staying somewhere near there. I bet the dildo is there somewhere.” Sampson nodded. “But there’s also something a bit farther off that he seems to be interested in too.” “You mean ‘she’. Faniel’s directing him. She must sense something there too.”
“Look there. It looks like they’re turning back,” Sampson observed. “It will take quite a while for them to get back up to this height. He’s circling for lift apparently.” Sampson turned to face his lover. “What are you suggesting?” “How high would you say we are roughly?” the Succubus smiled a toothy grin.
“I dunno. High! Above most of the clouds anyway.” “How many people do you think have made love at this height?” “Devilah! A better question would be, how many people have made love at this temperature!”
“Oh, I guess you’re right. I keep forgetting how much the temperature bothers you. Besides, we have another performance tonight.” “I… could lick you though.” “Oh? Right here. Right out in front of the great Paarthurnax’s lair? You would lick my pussy right here?” The hero caught her tone. She was getting into it.
Soon her legs were keeping his ears warm as she bucked to her own peak. Finally she shifted to move his tongue into her as she took over stimulation of her clitoris manually while he tried his best to keep up with her out-of-control hips.
The echoes of her orgasmic scream had finally died away when he got to his knees, feeling himself straining hard against his pants as she calmed down and looked at him. “I…” she struggled to say as he laughed at her. “I… am the very first… member of the… Mile High Club!”
“You are indeed, my love – whatever that is,” He said, hugging her to him. “Oh! You smell like me!” “I’m sorry!” “Oh, don’t be! I like the smell of me on you!”

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #14

In the end, it was little trouble convincing the Greybeards to take part in Devilah’s ‘show’. The feeble protests they mounted were easily countered when Faniel reminded them that they had lied point-blank to an Angel. “Besides,” she added as a capstone to her argument, “what profit is it to spill your seed upon the dusky ground like the heathen? You’re going to do it anyway. It might as well go to a good cause! Now get over your embarrassment and do something worthwhile with your fading sexuality for once!” Even Arngeir could put up no argument and they agreed to do their duty for Devilah that evening.
After Sampson’s fourth ejaculation landed squarely on Devilah’s ass and dribbled between her cheeks, he collapsed and flopped over, breathing heavily. True to her word, he had completely forgotten about the small crowd that had been watching. As he lay panting, she gave him a smile when he opened his eyes but still displaying her rump to any remaining spectators. “Great job!” she assured him. “I think we got all we’re going to get out of them tonight.” “Them and me! I’m drained Dev!”
In fact, only one die-hard remained besides Faniel in the audience, and Devilah was not surprised to see it was her friend Borri who was just tucking his member back under his robe after making his own deposit for her. However, now that he had his hands free, he joined Faniel in a round of applause. “You the last one left Borri?” Devilah asked, getting up and looking around. He nodded. “Apparently the others just haven’t got my stamina!”
She took his container and looked at it appreciatively. “Nice job Borri!” “Well, your performance was very inspirational. I don’t think any of us are going to need much inspiration beyond our memory of tonight to keep your supplies up for quite some time!” “But just to be sure, we’ll do it again tomorrow night before we leave for good.” “I just hope I can contribute half as much! Goodnight Devilah. We will all sleep well tonight!” he said as he walked from the room. “Faniel, what did you think?”
In fact, the show might not have happened at all had Faniel not ‘suggested’ the Greybeards could consider this a penance for their failed vow before. In their eyes, however, her word was their command and all had attended without complaint. Once the show had really gotten underway though, they needed no further incentive beyond that presented by Devilah and Sampson directly. “Devilah, you are an artist… and a contortionist!” Her lips pulled back to reveal her fangs in a proud smile, Devilah thanked the Angel for the complement. “I… do try!” “I don’t mind telling you I am turned on big-time Devilah. Your skills are appreciated not only by the Greybeards. I now understand the purpose of a dildo!” “If… if you want, Faniel. We could… you know. I’m sure Sampson would be okay with it.” Sampson nodded his assent, but Faniel cut her short. “I know you would Devilah. But no… I can handle my own needs. Don’t think I don’t want to. But… an Angel’s passion is a dangerous thing, even for you. No, you and Sampson go have a good night. I’ll take care of myself. But thank you for the offer. Really. Were I a human, I promise you I’d ride your face like a horse right now!”
“And I promise the pleasure would be all mine, Faniel. I’d love to taste an Angel! But if not, good night then.” “Have a good night, both of you. I’ll be along soon. Now take your poor lover to bed. He’s exhausted!” With that, Devilah and Sampson left Faniel. “I bet you’d love to taste me, Devilah. Only I’m afraid you’d then be addicted to two tastes,” Devilah thought. She looked up then, no longer able to stop from touching herself. “I wonder sometimes if maybe you made this instinct too strong,” she said aloud to her maker. Though a few minutes later, as she sat panting with eyes closed and rubbing herself down from her own climax, she moaned, “Nevermind. Nothing this good should be changed one iota. Forgive one who should know better by now.” Then she left to her own bed.
A robed figure finally stepped into the light and crossed silently over to where Faniel had released her own desire minutes before. He looked around as if to verify he was alone, then reached out a hesitant finger to touch the wet floor there. He brought the finger up and sniffed it hesitantly. The fragrance was nothing remotely earthy. He could not truly describe it, but it brought visions of wide, wild meadows to his mind. A smile grew on the face underneath the cowl as he inhaled deeply, his instinct somehow rekindled regardless of his age or how much he had left to the Succubus during the show. The figure then touched the finger to his tongue. And he was instantly lost.
The next morning dawned clear and cold, as most all days were in High Hrothgar. Faniel, Devilah and Sampson left Arngeir to follow the trail he had pointed out that led to the peak of the mountain and Paarthurnax after a quick breakfast. Devilah and Faniel both stood out incongruously in their meager and non-existent clothing upon the mountain, but neither had any problem with the cold while Sampson held his fur armor close around him.
The climb had been uneventful but arduous as the wind seemed to fight their every step. Finally, as they turned a corner, the howling wind died away and they stood before a wide open area. Before them, there could be no mistaking the looming form in front of them as the Dragon Paarthurnax. Even Devilah was intimidated by its size as Sampson and her walked forward. Faniel didn’t hesitate though and strode up to the dragon without a pause.
“Hi dragon!,” she said cheerfully. “Are you Paarthurnax?” “Oh! You’re no Dragonborn! What are you? You have the body of a human and the wings of a large bird. Yet I sense you mean no harm. Come closer. Let me see you more clearly.” “I am not of this world, Parthy. Do you mind if I call you Parthy?” The dragon stretched his wings. “Aren’t I a bit large for such a small name?” Faniel shrugged and continued to look at the dragon expectantly.
The dragon looked at the other two menacingly. “You may call me ‘Parthy’, otherworlder. These two may call me ‘Paarthurnax’. Or Death. Whichever they prefer.” “Oh, now. They’re my friends. Be nice. They came a long way to help me.” The dragon’s face softened perhaps. “The Greybeards let you up to see me, yet you are not Dragonborn. This is an event unprecedented in living memory. What brings you here to me?” “I’m looking for something. I won’t bore you with details, but it’s something I’ve lost but I need it to get home. I was hoping I could see it from up here.”
You must have very good eyes! So, have you found it?“ "No. I know it’s that way…” Faniel said, gesturing somewhat northwesterly. So I have a better idea than I did before. But I can’t tell how far away it is. I thought maybe you could help me!“ A note of incredulity crept into the dragon’s voice. "Help you how? I hope you don’t mean…” “Just a little ride,” Faniel cajoled the Dragon, sitting on one wing while his massive head swung around to look at her. “You could fly me around down that way in minutes what would take us days to walk. And I could figure out where it is a lot easier at your speeds. Surely a Dragon as great as you would have no problem. I’m very light you know! Please Parthy, could you take me for a ride?”

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