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 #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?”

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #12

No one answered when they tried knocking at the door, though it seemed unlikely that their attempts to knock were even heard by any that might be near. Instead, Sampson drew one of the huge doors aside and all three stepped within. “Let Sampson go first, Devilah,” Faniel advised, to which the Succubus agreed without protest. “Hello? Anyone here?” Sampson called. The echoes died away but were soon replaced with the sound of shuffling feet approaching. An old man came in view. “Hello pilgrim. I am Arngeir. What brings you to High Hrothgar? Has the Dragonborn come?”
“I’m no Dragonborn. I am just a traveler on a quest. I bring two companions and seek only to look out from the peak of the mountain. One of us can sense our goal and we thought from such an advantage point she might be able to get a better idea of where we must go.” “Impossible. Only the Dragonborn can reach the peak. You are welcome to look out on our balconies and see what you can. We will host you within if you would like. But you are not allowed to venture to the peak. But bring out your companions. Let us see what sort of people you bring us.” Devilah stepped out first, swaying provocatively towards the Greybeard. At her appearance, a gasp came from somewhere nearby. “Come out, my brothers,” Arngeir said to the walls. “Surely you’ve seen a Khajiit before? You must forgive us, travelers. We don’t see many Khajiits up here. Especially not as voluptuous as you! May I know your name?“ "I am known as Devilah, Arngeir.” said the Succubus, stepping closer.
As she walked closer, his eyes widened and he stepped back in fear. “You are no Khajiit! You are a Succubus! Begone, demon! We have no truck with the likes of you. We are immune to your wiles!” Other Greybeards came out from a doorway and stood around the two menacingly. A feeling of power emanated from them and Sampson drew his sword. “A Succubus she is, Greybeard. But she is my mate and my love. You will not threaten her!”
Faniel chose that moment to step out from where she waited, watching. “Put away your sword, Sampson. There is no threat here. Just some old men who have forgotten their manners it seems!” All eyes turned to the Angel and instantly all the Greybeards dropped to their knees, heads down. Faniel smiled and walked slowly towards the leader. “Rise, Arngeir. At least you have the good sense to recognize an Angel when you see one.” Arngeir rose, but kept his eyes averted from Faniel as she came forward.
“You judge this Succubus, Arngeir. If you know me, you know my faith. Would you judge her? Are you the spotless lamb that can judge others?” Arngeir said nothing but his robes betrayed a shivering within. “Speak, Arngeir. What have you to say?” “Angel… Please… She is a demon!” “A demon she is. But she sides with the Good now. She is a creation of her Creator, as are you. Nothing Created is beyond saving. Yet you have condemned her only by her nature.”
“Forgive, Angel. We… we were wrong to do so.” “Yes, you were. But it is not my place to forgive. Nor forget. But let this pass now. Rise, all of you. Look upon me.” At her command, they all rose and, though it obviously pained them, they had no choice. “I am an Angel, but I am not of your world Greybeards. I seek only to return to my own place. But to do that, I need help. This Succubus and this Hero are my companions. Will you aid me, and through me, them as well?” “Of course we will,” Arngeir said with sincerity. “Worlds without end, we will aid any such as you in anything you require, even unto death!” To that, all the other Greybeards murmured agreement. Something in Faniel’s face shifted, and they all relaxed somewhat. “Now, let’s have some light in here.“ she said, and the room seemed to glow from above.
"Very well. That’s more like it. I am called Faniel. Through circumstances that you need not concern yourself with, I find myself in your world. What I need is a small thing, but I can sense it. I would like to travel to the peak of this mountain, which I judge to be not too much further. But my companions are tired. Might we stay the night with you and continue on tomorrow?” “Paarthurnax!” whispered one of the Greybeards. “They will meet Paarthurnax!” “Silence Einarth! If they are fated to meet Paarthurnax, then so it shall be!” “Who is this Paarthurnax?” Faniel asked. “He is our leader. He is a dragon.”
“A dragon?!” shouted Sampson. “You keep a dragon up here?” “He is… reformed!” Arngeir explained. “You see,” Faniel said calmly. “Even a dragon can see the Light. You must not judge based on nature alone.” Arngeir looked at Devilah with new respect. “Please, forgive me Devilah. I am humbled and ashamed. But we’ve all taken a vow of celibacy here. I don’t know if you’ll find us very… accommodating to your needs.” “Don’t be, Arngeir. I may be the only Succubus ever to… become whatever it is I am. You couldn’t know. But I’d like to talk further to you or one of your companions.”
“Arngeir,” Faniel smiled sweetly. “I don’t appreciate being lied to.” The leader of the Greybeards looked away from her gaze. “Lie? What lie?” “You are not celibate.” “But… It’s true! We’ve all taken a vow…” “Oh, I’m quite sure you have. That vow was broken. By all of you. Long, long ago and ever since then. Am I right? Who here can say he has kept this vow?” The silence was deafening. “As I thought. I’m sorry Arngeir. I doubt even you knew it, but that vow is pointless. It diminishes your other sacrifices. Relinquish this promise that you have not kept. You do no honor to yourselves with this lie.” Arngeir looked to the other Greybeards, who one by one nodded, acknowledging both their failure and their agreement with the Angel. “Then I, as the Voice of the Greybeards, hereby revoke the vow of celibacy. We… will not continue to claim that honor. As Faniel said, a vow that is not kept is no vow.”
Then, turning to one of the others, Arngeir spoke up. “Bolli. Would you mind escorting Devilah to your quarters. As I recall, you are uniquely suited to accompany her, and answer her questions.” Bolli nodded and escorted Devilah down a hallway nearby, while Arngeir dismissed the others and showed Faniel and Sampson to a guest room. “I’m sorry we haven’t a more accommodating place for you. But you are welcome to stay here as long as you like.” “Thank you Arngeir. I’m sorry to have had to put you all through that little scene. But sometimes it’s helpful to get things out in the open. Do you understand?” Faniel said softly. “I do. We have been… I thought I was the only one who was unfaithful to that particular tenet of the Way.” “It is a harder tenet to follow than you think. But now you needn’t concern yourself with it any longer. It is not necessary to your Way.”
Sampson spoke up then as they sat to talk with Arngeir a bit. “You know, Devilah would be more than happy to… help you all out there.” “Oh? The way you spoke before, I gathered…” “She’s a succubus,” Sampson said. “It would be the height of cruelty for me to ask her to remain true in all ways to me alone.” “Say,” Faniel interjected. “I have an idea.” An hour later, they had settled on a plan. “Do you think she’ll agree?” Sampson asked Faniel as the Greybeard made his way out of the room. “That’s for her to decide. It really depends on if she requires the act, or just the substance. I’ve not much more understanding of her needs than you have, Sampson. But… I’m hopeful!”

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #11

“Is it really 7000 steps?” Faniel asked.

“Well, that’s what they say. Feel like counting them?” Sampson answered as they stood at the base of the Throat of the World and looking up at the daunting Steps. He was clad in fur now, having spent some of their gold on new, more appropriate clothing for the climb.

Faniel laughed. “No, not really. I guess we’d best just get started.”

“Do you know anything about these Greybeards?” Devilah asked Sampson as they began to climb.

“Not much. Just what I’ve been told. They’re supposed to have some sort of fortress up near the top. They’re pretty reclusive I guess. They have some sort of ‘Shout’ magic that they can teach though. Ivarstead has some regulars that take them supplies routinely and they meet with pilgrims who climb the 7000 Steps.”

“And they’re all men?” Devilah asked.

“Why? Anticipating a target-rich environment?” Sampson laughed.

“Well, they must be lonely up there all by themselves, right?”

“Sounds like a monastery,” Faniel offered. “We have monks in the place I come from. They may be celibate.”

Sampson scoffed, “I can’t imagine what they’d have to celebrate up their with just other old men around!”

“’CELIBATE’”, Faniel enunciated. “It means they don’t have sex.”

“Oh! I did that for a while. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Sampson said.

“Don’t I know it!” Devilah agreed.

“If that
is the case, Devilah, you may want to tone down your sexuality a bit. Some will be weaker than others to your… charms. You could probably get donations from all of them if you try, but they’ll end up feeling they’ve broken their vows.”

“Not much of a vow if they’re ready to ‘donate’ to any hot tail that comes their way,” pointed out the Succubus.

“Vows are pretty fragile things, Devilah. But they are important to those who make them, even if they are pointless. They’re a test of willpower. Control over one’s own nature. I respect those who make them, even if I also see them as mostly silly.”

They stood up to continue on their climb. Sampson and Faniel talked, but Devilah found herself lost in thought at the words of the Angel.

“They say it gets very cold up farther, Faniel. I know how efficient Devilah’s fur is, but other than your wings, your body is pretty much human. Are you sure you don’t need something to wear?” Sampson asked Faniel seriously.

“Thank you for your concern, Sampson, but I assure you, cold doesn’t affect me in the slightest.”

“We could stop before we get to the Greybeards too if you can get a good feel for the dildo’s location. We don’t have to go all the way you know.”

“Yeah. And I very well might be able to. But these Greybeards sound very interesting. I’d kind of like to meet them. I think… I think I’m supposed to for some reason.”

The scenery changed and the sky grew grey as they climbed and the wind began to pick up. Soon they passed the first flakes of snow.

“Faniel. Can you tell me more about these monks in the world you come from?” Devilah asked, breaking her silence.

“Certainly! They’re people who are very devoted to their Faith, Devilah. Sometimes they get the particulars wrong, but they want to devote their lives to it. They feel that anything that gets in the way of that is a distraction. So they give up those things that they feel are worldly to live life in a way that they feel is more… attuned to their beliefs. The monasteries are places that like-minded devotees gather and work out their own way of life.”

“So they are ultra-religious then?” Devilah asked.

“Some are. Others just seek a higher state of conciousness. Or even just the company of other like-minded people. Not all remain so throughout their lives either, but it’s rare for any to regret the choice, even if later they leave the cloister.”

“Cloister?” Devilah asked.

“Sorry Devilah. We have a lot of odd words for such things. Just… if they leave the community later, they usually still retain some dedication to the beliefs that led them to it. Some go on to become friars – people that try to spread their beliefs to others. Depending on their beliefs, they can be very powerful forces for good in my world.”

“Do they always go against nature?” Devilah asked, finding the topic oddly fascinating.

“No, not at all. It may be hard for you to understand, but many are quite… naturalistic. Believing that to be in harmony with nature is a central tenent of their faith.”

“But they hate sex?” Devilah asked, confused.

Faniel laughed heartily.

“They don’t hate sex, Dev. Well, most don’t. Sampson didn’t hate sex when he was trying to be celibate. It’s just their way of mastering their own bodies. Though, admittedly, that may not be true of all. Some probablty do. Even among monks, there are wide ranges of beliefs. But most do it as a way of learning control. There are some who practice silence too. Since these seem to base their faith around this ‘Shout’ magic, I’d not be surprised if they have some similar tendency related to vocalization.”

They had climbed high up the mountain by this time, but it’s peak seemed to be just as far above them. The trail did not lead steadily around the mountain, but wound back on itself at times, while at others it followed natural features of the mountain. The steps they trod were ancient, seeming to be part of the mountain itself. Yet in places they were obviously recently re-worked or added to. Marker stones and shrines of a sort also appeared along they way, and they stopped to read them. Finally they came to the edifice known as High Hrothgar. There was no sound or movement however.

“Maybe they’re all on vacation?” Sampson offered nervously, trying his best not to look at Faniel in her current position and failing miserably.

“It’s as I thought,” Faniel said, reading the tenth stone aloud that ended the 7000 steps. “’The Voice is worship. Follow the Inner path. Speak only in True Need.’ I don’t think there will be much conversation ahead.”

“Um… Faniel…” Devilah said, once she noticed where Sampson’s attention was focused.

“Oh. Sorry,” Faniel apologized, standing up. “I keep forgetting about… men.”

Devilah laughed. “And I can’t forget about them! But… if they practice Silence, then maybe they’re not celibate?”

Faniel shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. But remember, Devilah, they’re old men at any rate. They’re not likely to be much interested regardless of any vows.”

Devilah looked up at the tower and walls in front of them. “If they’ve made such a vow, Faniel, I’ll honor that and keep my hands off. But if not…”

Faniel chuckled, “Step aside Rogaine and Cialis, Devilah has come to town!”

“Dieties from your world?” Sampson asked.

“Aphrodisiacs. Come on, let’s go meet these Greybeards.”

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #9

“Take your clothes off K’rris and try this on. We need to get it fitted,” Ubergard asked her lover. “A kilt? You want me to wear a kilt at your wedding!?” K’rris looked at Muz-Ra incredulously. “Well sure! K’rris, I’m going to be stark naked. I don’t see what you have to complain about.” “Well first of all, I have a tail you know! My ass will be on view for the whole world to see. Not to mention my balls.” “But… they’re very nice balls K’rris!” Ubergard said, trying to be reassuring. “Besides, silly cat, we’ve got tails too you know. We’ve cut a hole for your tail,” Muz-Ra said.
“B..But… What about when I sit down?” “Oh, now you’re just being petulant. Sit carefully!” The male Khajiit looked to his giantess lover for support, but got only a lewd smile in return. “Hey, have you seen the outfits she wants us to wear?” “Yeah, but… you’re used to that sort of thing… kinda. Aren’t you? From doing those Tails photo shoots?” “Well, yeah. But, you’re naked now…” “That’s different. You’ve both seen me naked before.” “K’rris,” Ubergard put on her stern face. “You’re going to wear a kilt and that’s all I want to hear about it. After all Red’s done for us, I insist.” He looked to Muz-Ra, who only nodded.
“I’ll wear the damned thing,” K’rris finally relented. “That’s right, you will. Now, put it on so we can see how it fits.” K’rris wriggled into the kilt, keeping his tail as flat against his legs as he could. A problem soon became obvious, though, and it was not his tail. “Is this a joke Red? Do you really want me walking around your wedding with my schlong poking out?!” K’rris asked sincerely. “I hadn’t thought… but now that you mention it…” Muz-Ra mused for a moment. “OH! I see!” Ubergard said with a nod. “It’s on backwards. That’s the tail hole. Turn it around.“
Soon they had the problem resolved, though K’rris was still complaining of the lack of underwear, which the two Argonians ignored completely. "Hmm… What do you think, Red?” Ubergard asked while appraising the look of her lover in the unusual garb. “I need to see it in the light. Come outside K’rris. Let’s see it in the sun.” The three walked outside to the balcony, K’rris keeping the kilt in place with his hands against any stray gusts of wind.
The two walked around him, examining and tugging bits of the cloth. “The color looks fine.” “Don’t you think, maybe, it could be a little longer?” K’rris asked hopefully. “Actually, I was thinking a little shorter. What do you think Red?” “Well, it would be great if his balls were peeking out just a little bit.” “WHAT?!”
Muz-Ra smiled. “Yeah, and a bit of ass cheek in the back.” “Nonono!” K’rris complained. “Nevermind! The length is fine!” “I don’t suppose we could go back to having that cock-hole?” Ubergard spoke up for K’rris this time. “Red, you’ve got him in a dress with no underwear. I think that’s probably as far as we should go.” “Oh, alright. Okay, you can take it off now K’rris. Just give me a second to give it a little alteration.”
After the alteration was made, they had him put it back on again. “Wait,” Muz-Ra said, puzzled as her and Ubergard threaded K’rris’ tail through the kilt. “Hmmm…” Ubergard said. “It looked fine there before. Where’d the extra drape go?” Muz-Ra turned to the front of the kilt. “Ah HA! He’s got an erection!” “Sorry.” “Damn but it’s tough to fit males! What should we do about that? Should we fit it to his boner, or assume he’ll be flaccid?”
K’rris spoke up then. “If you girls are going to wear those transparent outfits and Red’s going to be naked, I’m probably going to be hard more than not!” Both girls nodded. “Ubergard, I need him to maintain that if I’m going to drape this properly. "No problem there Red,” Ubergard said as she removed her armor. “Is that as hard as you get K’rris?” Muz-Ra asked as she held a bit of his outfit.
“I think so…” K’rris stammered, eyes glued to Ubergard’s butt. “You want him at full staff? Hold on a second,” Ubergard answered, ignoring K’rris and bending over farther as if touching her toes. “There,” she said, wiggling her ass in K’rris’ face. “Now he’ll be at his max.” “Got it!” Muz-Ra said proudly, pinching a bit of cloth to keep it marked. “Okay, thanks K’rris. I think this will do.”
“So, we good here? Because I’d really like to spend a little quality time with Uber right now!” “Oh, sure! Take it off and you and Uber can go at it like rabbits.” Muz-Ra took the kilt from K’rris and sat down on a bench with a needle and thread. “Um… Red?” Ubergard asked sweetly as her lover proceeded to voraciously bury his face between her legs, heedless of anything else now. “Mmm?” “A little privacy please?”
“Oh, sure. Ubergard, when you’re done here, do you mind coming by Dragons Reach? We need to work on the Jarl’s kilt too.” “Sure! Be right there. This won’t take long. Just wait for me at the door.” “Hey! How do you know? Isn’t that up to me how long it will take?!” K’rris asked, looking up wetly. “In theory, sure K’rris! In practice… Ubergard? Do you remember that thing I told you about?” Ubergard smiled evilly. “Completely,” she said, stroking K’rris’ cheek with her tail. “I’ll be down in 10 minutes.”
Muz-Ra left and and K’rris looked at the big Argonian as she lay her head back down against the cool stone. “‘Thing’? What ‘Thing’?” “You’ll see…” she smiled, closing her eyes as she felt him enter her. … Ubergard and K’rris met Muz-Ra at the door in less than 5 minutes, K’rris walking a bit unsteadily but with an awkward grin on his face.“ "Worked did it?” Muz-Ra laughed. “Like magic. Didn’t it K’rris?” “M… magic!” Ubergard bent down to nuzzle the little Khajiit. “Don’t worry K’rris. I’ll be back soon.” “And… you’ll ask her?” K’rris whispered, obviously embarrassed.

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #8

The two sat in silence, listening to the slow breathing of the sleeping patrons around them. The Angel smiled a few minutes later. “And now, I think you have some guests to entertain. I’ll be in our room. Best not do it out here though. The others will awaken anytime.” “Thanks for everything, Faniel.” Devilah said sincerely.
The door opened and the two guards walked in, looking around at the sleepers. “What the hell?” they both said simultaneously. “Oh, it’s nothing boys. They’re just sleeping. I’ll be right with you,” Devilah smiled her most seductive smile to placate them, then turned back to Faniel.
“Faniel, I don’t know much about Angels,” the Khajiit said in a hushed voice. “My special skills… well, I get the feeling that I couldn’t give you an orgasm if I tried my hardest. Is there anything I can do for you? You’ve given us…” “Silly Devilah. You don’t know anything about Angels if you think you need to give me something back. My reward is in your eyes. I’ve brought joy to you and these people. You more than any other should have some idea what I mean. You live off of the physical joy of men. That’s your nature. I live by bringing another kind of joy to anyone I can. You’ve already paid me, Devilah. Now, go make these horny guards’ fantasies come true. We are more alike than you know. Just remember, sex is the invention of your creator too. It is to be enjoyed to the fullest, so long as it is mutual. And not… hurtful. These guards are uncommitted and lonely. Go and fulfill your nature. You are a succubus, but now you are a Good succubus. So be the best fucking succubus that’s ever been!”
Devilah watched her go with amazement, then turned to the two bewildered men. “He… he said we should tell you he brought you a snack,” stammered the bearded guard. “Come outside, boys. I’m going to rock your world. But you’re a dessert, I’m afraid. I’ve already had dinner.”
Later, after the patrons had awakened and most had retired to their homes, two simultaneous cries of pleasure were heard by no one else save the special ears of an Angel and perhaps another who sat far atop the nearby mountain. Two sets of balls were drained directly down the throat of the best succubus the world had ever seen. Though she had to use all her power to accomplish the feat, to her credit she didn’t spill a drop and the two men never saw her wings before they were retracted. The two guards didn’t speak about the events of that night afterwards except between themselves, but they had their own pet name for it though. They called it the Deep Throat of the World, though neither could explain how it had even been physically possible!
When she crept into the room later, Faniel was lying on the other bed and Sampson was still sleeping. Faniel looked up and smiled a knowing nod and went back, apparently, to sleep. Devilah removed her clothes and, with some of her own magic, managed to get Sampson stiff again without waking him and snuggled up to him, inserting him into herself. Then, with her lover nestled deep inside her, she fell to sleep as contented as she had ever been in her life.
Faniel sighed as she opened her eyes and slid silently out of bed to look at the her two sleeping friends. In a voice no one could hear, she made a request of her Creator, though this was not his universe. She did not trouble to concern herself with whether or not it would be granted. She knew that it would be. Only the timing and circumstances of it were unknown to her.
Though it was bound to be violating some social custom, she couldn’t help herself. She was a Guardian Angel. Besides, she would return to her bed before either would wake. She might no longer truly be an Angel, but she still felt the need to follow her instincts. She climbed on top of both of them, using all the grace she could muster to disturb them as little as possible and lay atop her two sleeping friends, holding them with her delicate hands and covering them both with her wings, lightening herself so that she weighed little more than a blanket atop them.
The smooth body heat of Sampson and the soft fur of Devilah against her skin warmed her in a way that had nothing to do with temperature. She knew her body was getting aroused, but that too was natural. It was just a symptom of such close proximity to these two that she had come to love in her own way. She shifted a bit and felt a sensitive part of herself press against Devilah’s hip but so lightly that the succubus didn’t even stir. “You’re wrong, Devilah,” she thought with her eyes closed as she experienced her own gentle, nearly motionless orgasm and dampened Devilah’s fur just a little. “You and your lover turn me on more than you guess. But you don’t need to know that.” “Magic,” she thought as she drifted into her own sort of sleep. “Only you mortals have real magic. All else is smoke and mirrors. I envy you that. Too soon I will no longer be capable of experiencing this – but I’ll remember it.”