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“M-My thane, shouldn’t we be marching towards High Hrothgar to meet with the Greybeards?” His grunt bodyguard said, making Ulfrian sigh in frustration.
“I already told you Lydia, we get the sap from the Eldergleam first then we do that.” Ulfrian said with a wave of his hand, the hand currently holding the enchanted dagger, Nettlebane. It was supposed to be exactly what was needed to get the sap from the ancient tree.
Initially Ulfrian had been planning to go stealthily, using Illusion magic to sneak his way past the savage Forsworn. However after he had absorbed his first dragon soul he had felt charged to the brim with energy so he had taken the chance to test his new power.
It was glorious indeed, his fireball spells were thrice as powerful now all of his spells seemed to be. It had been incredibly satisfying to burn his way through, or push away those that got too close with the voice. In the end killing the Hagravens and looting the dagger had been a quick affair all things considered.
“But surely the call from the Greybeards is of more importance than some tree?” Lydia said with an irritated tone. Ulfrian shot her a glare, shutting her up.
Oh, she wasn’t wrong. If one had to put things in a list of priorities, restoring a tree in Whiterun would be quite at the bottom. Ulfrian was a petty brat though, he didn’t like the fact that the Greybears called and he was supposed to casually climb the biggest mountain in the Province like some domesticated dog. Prioritizing Danica’s task was his way of being spiteful. He would eventually do it, snobbing some of the most respected men in Skyrim was just a bad political move at the end of the day.
That didn’t mean he would let his housecarl run her mouth every ten f*cking minutes like Lydia had. The woman was competent, a skilled Nord warrior, and willing to carry around his loot(massive bag on her back filled with all the gold, trinkets, and babbles Ulfrian had wanted to keep), she was also however so amazingly boring. She wasn’t a futanari, which fair enough not every woman in Skyrim was one and Ulfrian didn’t discriminate. The problem was that Lydia was a total prude, the type to look down at any lewd act as ‘uncouth’ and ‘filthy’.
“Lydia, shut it.” Ulfrian simply said, he was the damn Dragonborn. Hell he had actually taken down a second dragon already on the way here. Having taken a carriage to Windhelm he had been shocked when a dragon had decided to attack the oldest city, not that it had done very well with the Stormcloaks firing hundreds of arrows and an empowered Ulfrian blasting it with spells.
The second soul had been every bit as delicious as the first, empowering him even further.
Eldergleam Sanctuary was admittedly very beautiful. The Breton and Nord entered the cave only to be greeted by so many trees and flowers of all sizes and colors, there were also pilgrims seemingly just enjoying the natural appeal of the place. Ulfrian however had his eyes set on the price. The Eldergleam.
The tree was supposed to be one of the oldest living things in Skyrim, it certainly looked impressive. However roots thicker than some houses made the climb upwards quite the challenge indeed. Well he hadn’t gotten this damn dagger for nothing now had he?
…Except that as he got ready to cut up the roots and go up, he was shocked by the roots moving before his strike. Curling back all by their own without him needed to do much, stepping forward he saw that all the other roots were doing the same.
“My Thane, the path is blocked to me!” Ulfrian heard, indeed the roots had moved back in place behind him, stopping Lydia and some of the Pilgrims that had tried to rush up from crossing. Well then, this seemed quite far from a coincidence, now was it?
Ulfrian climbed up with some weariness, not taking much at all to reach the very top. There he was met by some Spriggan, knowing just how dangerous they could be his hands started flaming up in anticipation.
He was halted by a raised hand, one of the Spriggan. That was very weird; the only thing the creatures were known for was attacking all kinds of creatures and people in the wild. For some reason his chest started burning up.
“Halt! My child, there's no need for violence this day.” The damn Spriggan talked and it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, power seemed to radiate from it. Ulfrian licked his lips, the presence was unlike anything he had ever encountered but for some reason he wasn’t feeling unease.
“I am so glad that I get to see you, Dragonborn. While you may count yourself among Akatosh’s children, know that there’s a place in my heart for you as well~” The Spriggan said, the voice growing clearer and more feminine. The body changed not short after, wood gave way to dark green flesh, gnarly knots and roots giving way to luscious light green hair. The proportions changed too, while the Spriggan were known for looking vaguely feminine the figure in front of him changed to look motherly and thick. Heavy breasts, wide hips, a kind and caring face, even a slight pudge to her belly it all invoked the image of motherhood into his mind.
Well except for one thing, in between the being’s legs lay a co*ck. Just one look was enough for Ulfrian to know that it was potent and fertile at least 20 inches in length and a darker green than the rest of the being’s skin. The tip was already leaking precum, except instead of a runny clear fluid, an amber sap-like substance was drooling copiously. The moment a drop touched the ground flowers of all kinds sprouted forth.
Ulfrian pulled away a burning collar from under his mage robes…A Kynareth amulet that was glowing with mystical energies beyond his current comprehension. With that last clue everything seemed to fall into place.
“You’re Kynareth aren’t you!?” Ulfrian questioned with manic energy, the possibility of being in front of one of the nine Divines shocking him into freezing.
“Kynareth, Kyne, Kin, Khenarathi, Tava…Some of my names indeed. I’m here Ulfrian, here to bestow you with my blessing.” Kynareth herself breathed out, walking towards Ulfrian slowly. The Breton was moved out of his stupor as the Goddess hugged him tightly only to then grab his cheeks and press a searing kiss on his lips.
Ulfrian’s toes curled, moaning into the kiss like a needy slu*t as pleasure flooded his system. Utterly overwhelmed by the touch of the Divine thing in front of him, when Kynareht’s tongue slipped inside his mouth he did little but accept it submissively letting the bigger woman pin his tongue down. Her saliva tastes like Juniper berries, and it left Ulfrian wanting more when she eventually pulled back.
Kynareth’s avatar(as it clearly wasn’t the Goddess in her true splendor) moved her hands to Ulfrian’s shoulders, massaging them for a minute. She tenderly smiled at the Breton even as she used her superior strength to force him to kneel down at the feet of the Eldergleam.
“You must drink Dragonborn, drink your fill of my hole essence so that you’re ready to receive my blessing~” While the words were powerful and probably sincere, Ulfrian did catch the direct meaning. The Goddess of the Sky, Kynareth, was asking Ulfrian to suck her co*ck, the same co*ck that was still leaking an amber sap into the ground even now.
Not wanting to let the Goddess gift go to waste, he grabbed the limp bitchbreaker with two hands and pressed his lips to the tip. The syrupy fluid flooded his mouth quickly, forcing Ulfrian to start gulping down. The taste was superb, the greatest thing he had drank in his entire life, better than even the most expensive High Rock wine. It was so sweet yet it still had an undertone of saltiness and bitterness one normally related to cum, it only made the taste more amazing.
His lips stretched over the green co*ckhead of the now mewling Goddess. Kynareth’s hands running through his red hair as he lapped up and down her co*ckslit with his tongue. He must have looked like a needy babe suckling on his mother’s tit. Considering Kynareth’s divine status it wasn’t too far from the truth, except instead of milk Ulfrian was being fed divine ji*zz.
“Yes~ Just like that my child, you must work for this blessing…though I know you’re more than experienced enough to do so~” Kynareth encouraged, incidentally revealing that the Divines watched him slu*t around, which was actually kind of embarrassing.
Still it served as a wake up call, here he was sucking off Kynareth and he had been too distracted enjoying the delightful taste of sap-like cum instead of paying proper worship. He easily fixed up, bobbing his head back and forth, tongue swirling around the tip, he quickly managed to coax the green co*ck into full hardness, his hands playfully squeezing Kynareth’s large cum tanks.
The Goddess moaned and groaned loudly, clearly satisfied with his enthusiasm.
“Heheh~ Dibella and Mara were quite jealous that I was the first to get a taste of you. Dibella in particular is eager to meet you.” Kynareth said, shocking Ulfrian at the mention of the two other female Divines. “As Goddesses of Love they thought that they deserved it more, but luckily for me you stumbled into my Sanctuary before any of theirs~ Skyrim was always more in tune with me.”
The implication that the other two female Divines wanted a piece of his ass wasn’t missed at all. He was flattered, incredibly so, even someone as bratty as him felt honored by the attention and desire.
“But enough of that. You have drunk enough of my essence and my time here is limited, I’m ready to bestow my blessing upon you!” Kynareth said, pulling back her fully hard co*ck kept leaking sap at an increased rate, the fluid sticking to every part of Ulfrian’s mouth. He felt beyond full too, a hand on his belly told him he was slightly-bloated too, no wonder he felt like he had just eaten three full meals.
The Avatar waved one hand and suddenly Ulfrian could feel the grass in between his toes, the wind hitting his rock hard co*ck, and Kynareth’s other hand groping his soft chest. He was naked, Kynareth had stripped him naked with a wave of her hand. That was so incredibly hot~
“Such a beautiful body, oh how I will enjoy this~” Kynareth almost growled, stepping forward the Sky Goddess shocked Ulfrian by grabbing him by his plump thighs. The mage yelped, his back resting against Kynareth’s ample blossom as he was casually held up and carried to the edge of the highest level of the Sanctuary.
Shocked gasps and shouts could be heard, from below Lydia and pilgrims got to see with their very eyes as the Avatar of Kynareth hooked her arms behind his knees and folded him until her hands were putting pressure behind his neck.
The noise only grew as they watched Ulfrian get impaled on the sap-leaking co*ck. His eyes rolled up, cum shooting out of the tip of his much smaller co*ck at the penetration.
“Observe, Watch as your Goddess blesses the child of Dragon blood!” Kynareth said her voice reaching every corner of the Sanctuary.
Then she started thrusting up, f*cking Ulfrian in a full-nelson like there was no tomorrow. Each time her thighs slapped his butt with a meaty PLAP, her fat green balls hitting Ulfrian’s grape-sized ones and leaving a delicious stinging feeling as his co*ck just couldn’t stop shooting out cum.
“Ah~ Ah~ Yesss~ f*ck~ Kynareth y-you’re breaking me~!” Ulfrian moaned like a needy whor*, despite it being just one co*ck the pleasure far surpassed what he had experienced in his ‘reward orgy’ back in Whiterun. He didn’t care that everyone was seeing him get used and dominated, it just felt so right and good to be used as a toy by the Divine being.
Perhaps his mortal body couldn’t help but submit in the face of a Goddess, perhaps the Gods were just better at f*cking someone stupid . Whichever the case it didn’t change the fact that Ulfrian’s eyes were rolling up, his tongue lolling out as he moaned obscenity after obscenity a filthy ahegao expression on his face.
The Goddess responsibly simply smiled, loving just how tight his ass was, how squeezed her shaft and just how slippery the hole was thanks to her sap. Even now with each thrust some of her divine essence slipped out and drooled down to coat her co*ck and thighs but that was fine she was definitely pumping bunches and bunches into her cute little Dragonborn cumpdumpster~
Still, as willing as Kynareth was to use her current co*cksleeve for literal days on end, she had spoken the truth when she said that her time had been limited. Already this avatar was falling apart at the seams too weak to withstand her presence, she was already pushing it as she was…
She kept plapping the beautiful sissy for only a couple more minutes before she came.
“Yes! Accept my blessing!” Kynareth shouted as her balls clenched, groaning her sap exploded in quantity as it filled the Dragonborn until the boy looked nine months pregnant, though her essence would make sure his body stayed stretchy from now on, being able to accommodate some truly massive co*cks inside him.
“Knock me up~ B-Breed me~” Ulfrian moaned out, making the Goddess giggle at the silly words. Well it wasn’t that she couldn’t breed a man, she was a Goddess after all, but not with her current avatar and certainly not now when the Dragonborn had yet to fulfill his destiny.
Removing her co*ck from the snug hole took some real effort, it wasn’t often that she got out to play after all. When she did sap leaked copiously, revitalizing the ground when it hit it, her blessing too manifested in the form of a tattoo right above his perky butt, a pair of silver wings with a blue gemstone in between them. The fact that there was space for two other tattoos to either side of it wasn’t just a happy coincidence.
“Grow strong my love~ Strong enough that there won’t be a need for this imperfect avatar. My blessing will guarantee safe travels from now on, you shan’t need to worry about being attacked by wild beasts either.” She explained even as her avatar crumbled apart.
She may have intentionally left out that all that divine sap in his belly would make sure his ass and hips grow significantly in size over the next few days~ Only the best for her future loves to clap, plap and worship.
Dibella and Mara would be so jealous when she returned~
