Krris #4

“That’s private, Ubergard,” Muz-Ra replied to the giant Argonian. “It’s between me and Krris. I’m sorry, but it has to be. He likes you, Ubergard. And he wants to do this for you. But it needs to be private.” “I don’t understand. What needs to be private?” “You’re going to have to trust me on this. He’s going to be sleeping in my room.” “Your room? Hell he can move in with me! He surely knows I’d love it. I don’t know how I can be any more obvious without sitting on his lap naked!”
“I think that would be his dearest wish, Uber. But you’ve got to let me do this. I know men in a way you don’t. I know what makes them tick. And he needs his clock fixed.” “Will you… do anything with him?” “Ubergard, I will do everything with him. Everything that is needed. That’s why I’m telling you this. He needs my help. As much as he likes you, his problem needs me.”
The giant Argonian nodded. “Well, it’s not like he’s a virgin.” Muz-Ra decided to let that comment pass. Ubergard could discover that on her own, she thought. “Then again”, she contemplated, “who knows how long that state will last?” Ubergard looked seriously at Muz-Ra, saying “As long as you promise you won’t steal him away from me in the end.”
“I do promise, Ubergard. Think of it as a kind of treatment. When it’s done, I expect you’ll have to fight him away with a stick.” “That,” Ubergard said with a smile, “I would not do. But I’d love to have the need!” Ubergard sat back down, thinking for a minute, then looked at Muz-Ra. “You know, Cheetah has a lot of experience with men too.”
“I’d thought about that. But there are problems with her. First, she does have experience – but in her case the men she’s known came to her, even chose her. They already wanted her. Second, she’s a Khajiit – too much like Udaran. And the third is Udaran herself. Cheetah’s in love with Udaran and that might cause problems,” Muz-Ra said. Then she took a deep breath, and looked away from Ubergard, as if afraid to look her in the eyes. “You know me, Uber. You’ve known me a long time, and I’m not going to lie to you now. I’m not a good person. No… Don’t interrupt. I am selfish, egotistical, loud and oversexed. I’m going to get one hell of a kick out of this. But he also does need my help, Uber. I can help him. I will help him. It’s like this is what I was born for.” “You’re wrong Red. You are all of those things, but that doesn’t make you bad. It makes you… you. Just please don’t fall in love with him. It’s awfully easy to do.” “I know. But I’ve got a man already, and you’ll have to trust me on this too – I love the Jarl, deeply. Really I do.”
“Does Krris know what you have in mind?” “No. Not exactly. But he wants to do this for you, Uber.” Ubergard smiled and stood. “Well that makes me feel a lot better, Red. I really thought he just wasn’t interested in me.” “Oh, he’s interested all right.” “That’s wonderful to know. Thank you Red, for confiding in me first. You don’t need my approval, but you have it anyway.”
Ubergard said as she stood to go, “Now I should be getting back to my work. Does he know that I know?” “Yes. I told him I would tell you. Among the three of us, I want no misunderstandings. As far as everyone else is concerned, if anyone asks, I’m asking him to keep guard over me while the Jarl’s gone.” “That’s wise.” Muz-Ra just smiled back confidently. But to herself she thought, “I hope you’re right, Uber.”
As she was walking away, Muz-Ra called to Ubergard. “Oh, and one more thing Uber… Do you know how old he is?” “Krris? I actually never asked. Why? How old is he?” Muz-Ra smiled evilly. “Well, if all goes well, you’re going to have one frisky young Khajiit on your hands for years to come!”
“Wait! Red! How old is he? I can’t judge Khajiit age very well!” “He just turned nineteen.” “NINETEEN? Oh my god, he’s a kitten! Red, I had no idea! I’m robbing the cradle!” “Give him some credit, Uber. You didn’t know because he doesn’t act like a kitten.”
A smile crept over Ubergard’s face, mimicking that on Muz-Ra’s. “Well, that’s true. Nineteen eh? That’s… interesting.” “HOURS Uber.” “What?” “He could go for HOURS.” While Khajiits don’t blush, the same can’t be said for Argonians. A flushed look came over the giantess’ features. Yet her response was simple with a smile. “Promise?” Muz-Ra laughed as her friend walked away.

Krris #3

“I’ll try anything! What’s your plan?” “First, I want to change your living arrangements. I want you to sleep with me. Just for a few days.”
“Sleep with you?!” “Not physically you horny Khajiit! Just stay with me. And we’re going to burn those magazines.” Krris nodded assent. “I thought that would be part of it.”
“Now Krris, in an ideal case, I’d have you sleep with Ubergard. But that’s not going to work here. She has about as much knowledge of the opposite sex as you. I’m the next best thing you’ve got. We need to get you to transfer your attentions to me. However, we will not have sex, Krris. You will do what you need to do, but there will be no physical contact between us. I do not want to have to explain this to the Jarl!”
“I suppose, if you think that will work. It’s very kind of you to do this for me Red. You won’t find me… disgusting?” “What, me? Krris, I live for penis! You should know that. It’ll be tougher for me than for you, believe me. But I’m committed to the Jarl and I won’t risk that. No, there will be nothing physical between us – but visually we’ll try and switch you to appreciating my fine Argonian form. I promise you, Krris, I won’t be disgusted. I’ll be enchanted.”
“You don’t think, maybe, I’ll just switch my obsession to you instead?” “I’m telling you, Krris, you’re not obsessed. Well, not in the normal way. Your body has just become accustomed to a single set of images to react to. I’ll give you more.” Muz-Ra’s mouth curved upwards as she added, “a lot more.” Krris stood up. “Thank you Red. I hope you’re right. Let’s do it!”
Muz-Ra stood and ran her hand over his crotch. “Hey! I though you said no…” “You’ve got clothes on, my young warrior. And I never said this wouldn’t be fun! I intend to do all I can do for you because you’re my friend, but I never said I wouldn’t take some pleasure in it myself. Consider this your down payment on my services.”
Krris gulped hard, no longer confident he’d made the right decision confiding in Muz-Ra. Reading his thoughts, she relented from her groping. “Oh relax, Krris. I promise I won’t rape you.” His features swiftly changed from surprise at her touch to return to self-pity. “That’s the problem, Muz-Ra. I don’t think you could.” “You think not? Have faith, Krris, and give me some time. I’m really pretty good with men. You might say it’s my specialty.”
The two walked back to the castle, detailing the change of their living arrangements and what they would and wouldn’t tell to the others. If Muz-Ra seemed to be walking a little closer than was usual, and if she occasionally brushed into him a little accidentally, surely that was only due to her clumsiness, Krris thought. He barely noticed, except maybe for that one time his hand drifted across her behind, holding her there unconsciously as he felt the muscles bunch and relax under her scales as she climbed up the hill. He pulled it away as soon as he became aware of it. Muz-Ra didn’t seem to notice anything fortunately. While Muz-Ra fully intended to uphold her promise of privacy, she insisted that Ubergard be told at least the rudiments of their plan, if only to prevent Uber from misconstruing things if she found out otherwise. As for the others, officially Krris would be staying with Muz-Ra for added security while the Jarl was gone.
So after dinner that night, she took the giantess aside. “Hi, Uber. Can you come over here a minute? Please, sit. We need to talk.” “What is it, Red?” “It’s about Krris, Uber. He really likes you, you know.” The Argonian sighed. “You think so? I’m not so sure. I don’t feel any passion from him. Sometimes I think he’s just hanging out with me to keep me from feeling bad. I think I should break it off. He’s too valuable to lose to my imagination of a romance that’s not there. It’s getting kind of awkward.”
“You’re wrong, Ubergard. He does ;like you romantically. But he knows it’s getting awkward, and he doesn’t like it either. Uber, he talked to me privately this morning.” “It’s Udaran isn’t it. I know he’s still in love with her.” “He is not in love with her, Ubergard! Really he’s not. What he has for her is something else. It’s like a mental sickness. But it’s one I think I can cure.” “Really? Are you serious? How?!”

Krris #2

“Red, I am never going to have Udaran’s love like I’ve long dreamed. But I have a new dream that’s in my grasp. I will tell you or do whatever I can to make that happen. I trust you.” “Well! Okay then. Now, I’m going to have to be careful here. I’ve got a rather powerful boyfriend, and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea. So we’ll just talk. But I need you to be completely open with me, and it’s going to be about your sex life.” “Red! I don’t have a sex life. That’s kind of the problem!”<
“Everyone has a sex life, Krris. It just may not be with another person. You see where I’m going here?” Krris’ eyes grew wide. “Oh! That. Well… yeah… okay, I guess I have a sex life. It’s just a lonely one.” “And that’s what we’re going to need to fix. But first, I need you to be completely honest with me, and I do hereby promise this will be 100% private forever too.” The Khajiit smiled some relief at that, and Muz-Ra noticed his tail fur did unfluff at least a little.
Krris, when you do that, what do you think about?“ "Well… you probably know already.” “Assume I know nothing, Krris. What do you think about?” “Udaran.” “Always?” “Always Udaran.”<
“Specifically… what part of Udaran do you think about?” “What part? Oh, the usual I guess. Her… tail mostly. And underneath it of course.” “Well, that’s pretty normal anyway. Tell me, have you ever seen… what’s underneath?” “Until that one time in the bath, no. And even then I just maybe peeked a little. Other than that, just a Tails magazine, but they don’t do nudity.”
“ONE Tails magazine?” “Well… maybe… 82.” “Really? (I didn’t know there were that many!) Do you still have them?” “Not all of them.” “Let me guess… only the ones with Udaran in them?” Krris nodded sheepishly.
“Well, don’t feel too bad Krris. You’ve just got an obsession, and you’ve been feeding it every time you do that.” “You think?” “Absolutely. How long would you say you’ve been doing that with Udaran’s pictures?” “Oh, I guess around 10 minutes. Maybe a little more.“ “No no no. Not how long does it take. How long has it been since you started using her pictures? "Well, kind of… forever.” “Forever?! How old are you Krris?”
“No one’s ever asked me that before. Red, I don’t want to lose my position!” “KRRIS! How old ARE you!?” “I turned nineteen about three weeks ago.” “Really! Have you ever been with anyone? Sexually?” “Well… No.” “Oh my god!” Muz-Ra cried, somewhere between a laugh and a scream as she collapsed onto the ground trying not to lose control. “A virgin?” “Please Red, I know you want to help, but you’re not making this very easy on me!” Krris protested.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. But… so your only sexual experience has been with Udaran in some magazines?” “Well, I did work at the Cathouse. I know how it’s done. But, personally… no.” Krris said, looking away. “NO! Krris, do not be embarrassed! You are made to be sexual Krris. We may keep it private, but we ALL are, unless we have much bigger problems than yours!” “So… you think I can get over her?” Krris asked hopefully.
“Who? Udaran? Krris, Udaran is not your problem. Your problem is your cock doesn’t know how to get hard without her picture! You’ve trained yourself, whether you realize it or not. I suspect even if she were waiving her tail right in front of you, you’d have the same problem since she’s not on paper!”
Krris shook his head. “No… it definitely gets hard when I see her.” “Oh! Okay. Well, there’s one theory shot. I know men, Krris, but I’m not one myself as you may have noticed. My knowledge only goes so far. But I have a plan.”

Krris #1

“Oh, hi Krris!” said Muz-Ra as she stepped out into the cool morning air into the area just outside Castle Kitty’s main doors. The morning sun was warm on her scales, however, and the scent of a new day filled her with the simple pleasure of springtime in Skyrim. The only thing that could mar her spirit was knowing that her boyfriend, the Jarl, had left for Solitude a few days before. But such was the life of being the Consort of the Jarl. It was, on balance, a small price to pay for his love. “Good morning Red. I’m just cleaning up out here a bit.” “So, how’s the Security business? Are we safe from marauders?”
Krris set his broom aside and walked over to the Argonian who was dressed, as usual, in her odd flexible-gold bikini. “I suspect the word has gotten around since you started dating the Jarl. Castle Kitty is now protected territory. Still, you never know when some bandit group or other will want to test us.” Though Muz-Ra was known for her sometimes outrageous behavior, she was also quite adept at reading people. Now she sensed the Khajiit was troubled. “Something’s wrong isn’t it. What is it, Krris?”
“Well, I would like to talk to someone, and I think you’re probably the best person here really for this… situation.” “Come on, let’s take a walk, Krris,” Muz-Ra suggested and took him by the arm. The two stepped down from the castle entryway and began to walk towards the rising sun. Muz-Ra didn’t press. Krris had always been a little on the quiet side, and she knew that if he wanted to talk to her about something, it was probably serious. Best to let him find his own voice.
“Red, this is something I find difficult to talk about. But I think you understand men best around here.” Muz-Ra grunted her assent. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?” Muz-Ra stopped, hands on her hips. “If it’s a secret that needs to be kept, Krris, sure I can. But in my experience most secrets do not. They just need to be explained. But yes, I will keep whatever you want to say confidential.”
“It’s about Uber.” Muz-Ra nodded as they resumed walking through the rough scrub grass that grew around the castle. “And about Udaran no doubt.” Krris sighed. “Yes, of course. Always Udaran.” “Well, what is it? You know there’s no way I can help you with Udaran. She’s in love with Cheetah and even if she wasn’t, she really isn’t into men.”
“I know. And I accept that. But you know Ubergard and I have been kind of dating a little.” “Yeees?” the Argonian replied, drawing out the word. “See, I like Ubergard. I like her a lot. But, she obviously wants to take things to the next level.” “She wants to get physical?” “Exactly.”
“Don’t you find us Argonians attractive Krris? There’s no shame if not. We are different species after all. You’ve proven time and again that you consider us equals, and that’s to your credit. But sex is something completely different. That part of us likes what it likes, and there’s no shame in admitting if you don’t think of us as us attractive in that way. But you should tell that to Ubergard. I know she likes you, so it will be tough on her. But it’s something she needs to know if so.”
Krris stopped then sat down on the ground, and Muz-ra followed his lead, sitting close beside him. “I don’t think it’s that, Red. And it’s not the size thing either. In fact, I think that might be one reason why I am attracted to her. But when we touch…” “Yes? What?” “Nothing Red. Nothing happens.” “So she doesn’t turn you on basically?”
“It’s hard to explain, Red. She turns me on in a major way up here,” he said, pointing to his head. “But… down there… Down there I’m still thinking of Udaran.” Muz-Ra shifted to sit directly in front of him and took his hands in hers. “I see,” Muz-Ra said, thinking for a minute. “Krris, do you trust me? Enough to talk very intimately to me?“
Krris stammered a bit, and Muz-Ra had been around Khajiits enough to notice the bushing of his tail – a sure sign of embarrassment or fear in a Khajiit. "I… well… I need to talk to someone, and I do trust you Red. But I’m not very comfortable talking about this sort of thing.” “Well comfort be damned, Krris! This is important. This affects your life, Ubergard’s life, and even to some extent Udaran’s. You’re all friends of mine, and I will do all I can to help you if I can. Consider this therapy.” Krris thought about this, and then seemed to reach a conclusion…

Krris story completed.

I’ve just completed the next story. It is 100% sexual in nature. I mean, just in-your-face sex. All I can say is I’ll try – as much as possible – to restrain myself and keep it at least as classy as a furry sex story can be.

Yeah – is that even possible?

I did set this as NSFW didn’t I? I sure hope so!

I’m still doing some Photoshopping of Prequel sketches, and I know this is yet another promise of a promise. But I actually have the whole thing written. It will be unusually short – probably about 10 posts – but still a necessary progression to finish all the shipping necessary. Poor Ubergard’s been alone too long, and that batshit-crazy Khajiit woman doesn’t count.

The story after this, I think, needs to be tragic though. I won’t say who or how, but it’s time, I’m afraid, to break up a pairing after this. It also will involve the return of Sampson, Devilah and Angel (sorry, even I forgot her name again!) into the main character’s story. But that’s AFTER HappySex story, so don’t get depressed yet! I’ll be starting on the screenshots and get a post up This Week. I make this vow here before God and all of you. I WILL get a post up within the next week. (Sometimes you gotta do stuff like this to force yourself you know!)

That picture of Katiawoman in Latex can wait, BD. This is YOUR opus, not someone else’s!

Update

Getting ready (at last) to start the next story here, but I’ve noticed something disturbing. You may have too if you tried clicking on an image to see the hires version and it went to a page-not-found error.

It seems Tumblr likes to change their servers (or server names more precisely) over time.

So, for instance, I might have this in HTML (roughly speaking)

– that would take you to the 1280 image when you click the 540 image. All fine and dandy. But it appears that Tumblr sometimes changes their server names. so 67.tumblr.com suddenly becomes an invalid server name. When they do this, apparently they’re kind enough to change all your <img> links to another server. But they don’t change the links. So I end up with:

I can still see the low res 540 image, so it doesn’t break the blog entry. But it does break the hires link.

This is even worse on Sofurry where I mimic the HTML and BOTH low and hires images get broken when they do this. Fortunately, any URL pointing to a VALID servername works fine. So the hires images are still out there, just their URLs have changed. So I can go in and edit the above to this:

and it works just fine. (Till they shuffle the ‘40.’ server anyway!)

So lately I’ve been going in and updating the URLs so the hires images work again.

tl/dr? No sweat. I’m working on fixing hires images first. That’s all.

The Sword of St. Michael – Ovation

Author’s note:

Sorry for the hiatus. I had a Prequel-related art project I wanted to get done (that’s finished now) and needed to decide what story to tell next. I’ve decided to go with one that focuses on K’rris, the Khajiit guard and his ongoing obsession with Udaran. I’ve got the overall story line completed now and will start on writing the individual postings.

But also I like to end my stories with a bit of a conceit.(see http://www.writersbootcamp.com/conceits.asp for the definition I’m referring to here ) And that is that the stories are a sort of play by actors. So even those that are killed come back for a last ovation. I didn’t do that with The Sword of St. Michael, so here it is – bawdy as expected – with the major characters posing one last time. Devilah get’s to be the only one with clothing. (Well, it IS NSFW after all!)

So just consider this my notice that a new story is coming and the hiatus should only be a few more days.

The Sword of St. Michael – Epilogue

Later, after they had settled into the unoccupied cabin… “And… I won’t be bothered by Hell anymore?” asked Devilah, her eyes bright with hope. “Nope. No more than any other mortal anyway. You are the proverbial ‘One That Got Away’”. Devilah looked at Sampson. “I guess I’m sorta homeless now.” “Join the crowd, Devilah.” “As long as we’re together, Sampson, I think I’ll be just fine.”
Devilah looked at the ragged fur ‘armor’ that Sampson had found. “I suppose I could conjure up something instead,” Devilah offered. “I suspect you’ll find that’s a bit of magic you can no longer do, Devilah,” Faniel said predicted. “It’s fine, Devilah,” Sampson assured her. “For now anyway.” Devilah tried anyway, but as expected, nothing happened. “Tell me, Faniel, is there anything you don’t know?”
“Oh, plenty! When I was an Angel I had a sort of knowledge of the future. But now… not so much.” “…nor proper posture when in the presence of males I see. We’ll need to work on that.” Devilah noted. “What do you mean?” “You just gave Sampson a serious hard-on. Don’t worry about it for now, but if you’re not going to wear clothes, there are some rules you’ll need to learn. Like ‘knees together’ for a start.” Sampson interrupted, eager to change the subject, “So! Anyone up for a midnight snack?”
“Later Sampson,” Faniel suggested. “Right now we need to sleep. I think I saw a lake nearby. Can you catch fish?” Sampson shrugged, “I can sure try!” “Then let’s get some sleep and you can catch some fish for breakfast. Sleep isn’t something I’ve done before, but this body seems to desire it. What would be the… er… proper way to sleep in this social situation?” Devilah suggested the Angel sleep at the foot of the bed for tonight anyway, so that she and Sampson could celebrate in their own way. Then Devilah went out to wash a bit. She found she too had a desire for sleep. Perhaps this was another new aspect of her mortal life that she’d have to get used to.
When she returned, Sampson was snoring like an Argonian. The Angel was nowhere in sight. “Dammit,” she thought to herself, “I could really use a good… celebration too. Oh well, at least I’ve got Mr. Sparky till the batteries run out.” She began rummaging through her inventory. Then rummaging again. Then desperately taking everything out one-by-one. It wasn’t there. Faniel stepped in. “What are you looking for?”
A growing sense of realization began to come over Devilah. “Um… Faniel… when Agrat sent that ‘essence’ away. You said it had to occupy some object, right?” “Yes. Why?” “Could it have occupied something in my inventory, and been blown away along with it?”
“Oh yes, that’s very likely. It would seek to embed itself into anything even vaguely swordlike as soon as it left Sampson’s sword. That’s kind of how it got there in the first place.” “Well FUCK!”
Some hours earlier, far away in a storage room in Whiterun, the Argonian lover of the Jarl was wandering around, looking for anything of interest. She sat down in frustration. Suddenly, she heard a noise far off in a corner as if something had fallen through the quite substantial ceiling above. If truth be told, the noise gave her quite a fright. “Is anybody there?” she asked to the dark. The only thing she heard was an odd buzzing noise. Slowly, she traced it to it’s source. “What the hell is this?” she thought, bringing the oddly shaped device out into the light. It vibrated in her hand. It looked like a… well, a rather large and black penis to be blunt about it. On the back was a button. She pushed it and the buzzing stopped, yet some inner power still hummed somehow.
A smile crept over her reptilian visage. She pushed the button again. Again it began it’s vibration. The smile became wider and took on perhaps a touch of mischievousness. Then she left to clean up her new toy.
“Oh Jarlyhorse… I’ve got a surprise for you!” “Oh? What is it?” “Don’t peek! Just hand me that jar of oil would you?” The Jarl of Whiterun smiled. This oil had some quite specific uses that had nothing to do with cooking. “Now, turn over…”
Far away, a mortal angel sat up from a nightmare suddenly, her eyes wide with a mingling of horror and disgust. Inside the cabin, her two companions were going at it like rabbits, but she couldn’t care less. The image in her mind was far more disturbing than anything those two lovers were up to. “I have to retrieve that?!” she thought. She looked up at the sky and mentally shouted “This is too cruel. I told you it was an accident!” When no answer was forthcoming, she looked over at the lovers now rutting like two animals in heat and sighed, “I hate my life.”

The Sword of St. Michael #17

And without further ado, they ran through the portal and found themselves in the wilds of Skyrim. The stars still shone, though a faint glow at the eastern border hinted at a sunrise to come while the glow from the portal abruptly vanished. The three sat down to decide what to do next.
“Funny thing about that voice,” Faniel was saying as the other two caught their breath. “It really doesn’t sound much different than the Creator’s voice. I wonder… Oh, no matter. I guess you two may have some questions for me.” “Well, yeah!” Devilah started. “Like, for instance, who are you and how did you manage to find your way to us in Hell?!” Faniel smiled a genuine smile that even Devilah could not suspect of hiding anything. “Well, Devilah. I am… or at least I was until recently… your Guardian Angel.” “My what?” Devilah started.
“Oh yes. As soon as you prayed to my Lord that night, you became a mortal… of sorts. And all mortals need a Guardian Angel. I just happened to be nearby and free, so I was assigned to your case. Also, I have a vested interest.” Sampson asked, “I would think you’d be a little more… furry.” “Afraid not. Devilah’s not really a Khajiit you know. We don’t have any Angels that fit her particular… species. She’s a bit unique in that respect. But I was chosen and tried to do my best. Unfortunately, you required a bit more than Guardianship. So I was transfigured into this body so I could help more directly. And to take care of another matter.” “Well, it’s a good thing you were! Thanks Faniel,” Devilah said.
Faniel sighed. “You had the power all along, Devilah. But you wouldn’t have believed it. Besides, I’m kinda being punished anyway. I’m not exactly a ‘fallen’ angel. More like a ‘stumbled’ angel. I have to serve a penance anyway for something I did.” “You? But you’re an Angel, aren’t you?” “Used to be. Now I’m kinda in-between. Mortal, but destined to return to Angelhood when I complete my penance. Really kinda like you Devilah. You’re mortal now too. The sword indicates you’re destined for Good, so you’ve got that going for you. But you need to be more careful now. You’ve lost the immortality of the Hellspawn I’m afraid. Now you’re just another mortal like Sampson.”
“So… what? I’m like a Khajiit now?” “Oh, no… no… you’re still a Succubus. Can’t change basic nature. You’re just a mortal succubus. Still have to do the whole sucky sucky, fucky fucky thing.” Sampson tried to assure her, “It’s okay Devilah. I can provide all you need!” Devilah looked up at the big man with a wan smile. “Sampson, we’re going to have to have a long talk. You’re like a fine steak. Maybe the best food a Succubus can ask for, and plenty of it… but… They say man cannot live on bread alone. Or steak.”
“Wait, so you mean you’ll still…” Devilah held her hands out, pleading for understanding. “Sampson, I love you dearly. But it’s my nature. I can’t help myself. And if I were to promise not to, I’d be lying to you. Try to understand!” Sampson turned to the ex-angel. “But, what about sin? Fornication prohibitions? All that?” Faniel shrugged. “Look Sampson, the Creator gave each creature it’s own special place in the world. You are of a species that mates for life – well, at least optimally. Devilah isn’t. The rules meant for one species don’t necessarily apply to another. She kinda has to fornicate. Calling it a sin would be like calling pissing a sin. It might be distasteful to you, but you’re sure going to do it, regardless. Afraid you two are going to have to work this one out on your own. All I can tell you is that you will.” “What, do you know the future Faniel?” Sampson asked the angel, a bit angrily which even he knew she didn’t deserve. “I used to. Before I became mortal. But the memory fades the longer I stay here.”
Devilah held Sampson close. “We can, you know. If we really try. I know it’s not in your nature to tolerate someone like me. But, we can try at least, right?” Sampson looked down at the eyes, now bright with hope. “Yes, Devilah. We’ll try.” “Good! I’m getting a little… peckish,” Devilah said, dropping to her knees and gobbling up his manhood. “Whoa! Hold on a second Devilah!” Faniel said, eyes looking aside. “There is such a thing as propriety you know!” “Oh, I’ll do him properly!” Devilah said around a full mouth, which was getting fuller every second. “No… propriety! As in, a proper place and time!”
“Ulp… Oh. Sorry,” Devilah said, releasing Sampson. “I thought as my Guardian Angel, you’ve already seen all this stuff…“ "Well, it’s only been a day. And that was before I became mortal! Now, it’s kinda weird for me. I get all… tingly. I dread to tell you what shaking his penis did to me!” “And please, please Devilah – give me some warning first! That’s my only one!” laughed Sampson. “Fair enough. Faniel, I owe you a lot! But it’s going to get weirder if we don’t find you and Sampson some clothes pretty soon.” “I think I see a cabin up there. Any idea where we are?” asked Sampson.
The angel shook her head. “Not a clue.” “Well, let’s head up there for lack of anyplace else to go. Maybe we can find some clothes for you two there,” Devilah said. “None for me, thanks,” replied Faniel. “I won’t be needing any while I’m here.” “That may make for some interesting encounters with the locals, you know. Not to mention the weather.” Devilah noted. “So will the wings, but I’m not going to cover what I am. It’s not in my nature. Smacks of deceit. As for the weather, I’m immune. As are you I believe?” “Pretty much. Say, Faniel. What was it that got you in trouble anyway?” “I… well, I sorta lost the sword here in the first place. That’s why I was available to be your Guardian Angel. I was tracking the Sword’s essence.”
“And your penance?” “I’ve got to recover it,” Faniel said. “I know it’s still here in Skyrim, but I’m afraid I’ve no clue where. I get a very general sense of it’s direction, but it feels like it’s far, far away.” “But I’ve got my sword here in my inventory. Maybe it will return?” Sampson asked as they headed for the cabin. Faniel shook her head. “It must occupy some object, that is true. But that blast from Agrat sent it off out of Hell into… something else, somewhere else.” “Another sword?” Sampson asked. “Most likely. It tends to prefer things like that.” “Speaking of swords, you’d better get yours out Sampson. No telling whats in that cabin. Though it does look empty,” Devilah suggested. Sampson nodded.

The Sword of St. Michael #16

“It means I don’t have to put up with your shit any longer!” screamed Devilah. By the time Agrat swung her head around to see the Succubus in motion behind her, the blade was already thrusting up to impale her. “STOP!” she thundered with all the power of command she held, but the Succubus didn’t even slow down. If there was anything she knew with certainty, it was that angels don’t lie.
The demon Agrat felt the blade – so much more than a normal blade – pierce her from bottom to top. A normal blade she would have survived, but this was no normal blade. Where it cut her body, it stayed cut. She felt her life ebbing away…
In her death-throes Agrat reverted back to her natural, fiery form and Devilah lost her grip on the sword. However, it remained inside Agrat’s writhing body and the demon summoned all her remaining power to try and blast away the essence of the Sword that had already killed her.
Sampson and Faniel’s chains disappeared as the demon expired, leaving them sprawled on the ground as they were blasted by Agrat’s last spell. Devilah saw the sword clatter away to one side before she closed her eyes against the explosion.
“Sampson!” was the first thing Devilah could bring to her lips when the shock had died away as she raced to the unconcious man. Sampson opened his eyes at her touch, though, and smiled up at the Succubus. “Devilah. Are you alright?” Devilah nodded. “For now. But I don’t seem to be able to create a portal anymore. Unless this… angel can help, I’m afraid something’s going to break in here any minute.
Sampson jumped up at that and grabbed the sword. He hefted it clumsily in his hands. "What is it?” Devilah asked Sampson.
“It feels different. I think it’s lost it’s power!” “Oh shit,” said Faniel. They both looked at her. “What? An angel can’t say ‘shit’? Jeeze, what kinda prudes do you think we are up in heaven? May I see the sword? Please?”
Sampson gave the sword to Faniel who sat down dejectedly on the floor, somewhat dazed after hefting it. “Shit,” she said again. “It’s gone.”
“What’s gone?” “The Sword of St. Michael. Well… it’s essence anyway. The demon blasted it away. Now I’ve got to find it again. What a pain in the ass.”
“Um…. Faniel?” Devilah asked tentatively. “Yes Devilah?” she looked up with a smile. “Can you get us out of here?” The angel climbed to her feet. “No. Afraid not. But it’s okay. We’ll be back in Skyrim in, oh, about 30 seconds I believe.”
“BEGONE!” a thunderous voice rumbled over the three. “YOU DO NOT BELONG IN THIS PLACE! LEAVE NOW AND DO NOT RETURN!” “Is that…?” Sampson asked, eyes wide. “I think so!” Devilah said, wonderingly. Meanwhile Faniel was pointing at a portal that had just appeared. “Who cares who it is, RUN FOR IT!”