Chapter 6 - Sira's Sexy Skyrim 05 – A night to remember Part 3

Sira's Sexy Skyrim 05 – A night to remember Part 3 

Sira the Dragon-born was furious. The trip from Rorikstead to Whiterun had been long and arduous, without her gear and weapons she was forced to be extremely cautious in the paths she travelled, often hiding an sneaking past enemies that she would normally cut through. 

The Nord warrior understood the difference between guile and cowardice, yet not being able to take on her enemies directly frustrated her. She was not aided either by the fact that her ass was extremely sore. Although her rutting with the giant named Grok had been largely enjoyable, the aftermath was more than an inconvenience. Cum was still trickling out of it as it slowly returned to it's original tightness after the gaping Grok had given her. She tried to use healing spells on it, but something to do with her hangover was still interfering with her connection to the magical energies, nearly a day after waking up. Plus her head was still pounding. 

All this meant that she was extremely irritated, and ready for some payback on whoever lead her to this. As she approached the main gate of Whiterun one of the guards moved to stop her, “Halt there vagrant.” Ordinarily she would sympathise with the man as she did look the part. Her cum drenched hair was frayed and ratty, her only clothes were a dirty well worn dress, and of course there was the way she was hobbling like a beggar. 

Right now though she just could not give a shit and was in no mood for formalities. As the guard held his arm out to stop her, she lashed out with a powerful punch to his gut, as he hunched over in pain she delivered another blow to the back of his head, knocking him out cold. The second guard then lept into action drawing his sword as he advanced on her. This one she recognised, and when he was close enough she delivered delivered a swift kick to his right knee. He immediately toppled to the ground, “Arrgghh, you bitch, my weak knee.”

As Sira pushed open the gate doors herself she looked back at the man writhing in pain and thought; never advertise your weaknesses to anyone, not even your friends. Returning to her breeze home, she was greeted by her housecarl Lydia, who helped to bathe and clean her. After taking several healing potions to return her to normal, then kitting up with her daedric arms and armour, she made for the door. Before she could reach it though someone started thumping on it. 

When Sira opened it she was greeted by a full squad of armed guards. “That's her captain, that's the one that attacked me and Bolof unprovoked.” The one making the accusation was the one she kicked in the knee; he was now supported by a crutch. “Is this accusation true Companion?” asked the Captain of the guard. Sira was in no mood for further delays and tried to think of the best way to handle this, “I will be blunt captain, although I may have acted rashly, and I apologise to your men whole heartedly. I was and still am on a highly important mission and can ill afford delays of any sort.” 

The captain stared at her for a moment, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, to him nobody was above the law. “That is not good enough companion, you must answer for your crimes, and I will take this to the Jarl if need be.” Sira sighed, great bureaucrats, that was all she needed, if they got involved it could take a week to clear all this up. “Captain please, time is of the essence here, perhaps if I made a contribution to the guard...” The captain cut her off, “it is not a question of money companion, we can't have residents openly attacking my men then getting off scot-free. Especially someone of your position” Sira tightened her jaw, she didn't have time for this right now, perhaps she could... 

Sira decided to change her approach. Leaning up against the door way, she took her finger and traced a line down the front of her armour down to her groin, making sure to emphasise the curves of her breasts. Then using her most seductive tone she re-addressed the captain; “Captain please, I'm sure we can keep the Jarl out of this. If you permit me to complete my mission, upon returning me and my lovely friend Lydia here would love to come share our 'booty' with you and your men.” She then leaned in close, talking softly into the captains ear, “I guarantee you it will be worth the wait.” She then pulled back addressing the whole squad again, “It might even give some of your men a chance to fully recover.” She then winked at the man with the bad knee. 

The men suddenly looked at each other, some whispering quietly to each other whilst looking back at her, the dragon-born just smiled. After the murmuring started to increase the captain finally raised his voice, “Enough. Your proposal is acceptable companion, though we don't have any assurances you will return.” Sira just laughed, “captain please, I live here, and if that is not enough I give you my word as leader of the Companions. And if I should be slain on my mission, I'm sure lovely Lydia here would honour our agreement.” The captain briefly looked past Sira to look at Lydia who was putting on a forced smile. He then nodded, “Very well companion we will hold you to your word, you are free to go, move out men!” 

When they left Sira closed the door again and turned to see Lydia absolutely fuming at her, “You sell me off like some whore without even consulting with me?!” Sira just laughed, before grabbing Lydia by her butt cheek and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Lydia eventually softened and Sira drew away, “I would never ask you to do anything you wouldn't enjoy my lovely Lydia.” Her housecarl looked her in the eyes before sighing heavily, “it's not that I don't want to my thane, it's just being a women in the jarls service before, it was never easy, now those same men...” Sira cursed her self internally, “forgive me my friend, I'm sure I will be enough for them to handle.” Lydia started at her in puzzlement, “My thane no. Together we will show them what true warriors are!” Surprised by Lydia's response Sira let out a short laugh before kissing her again, “Very well, await my return, I shall not be gone long.” Gathering up the rest of the gear she needed, she headed out the door. 

Now finally free to track down Sam Guevenne, she headed to see her next lead, Ysolda the jewellery merchant. Although Sira had only a few dealings with Ysolda, she always found the woman pleasant and easy to get along with. So it came as a surprise when Ysolda wasn't as welcoming as she usually was. “So, you're finally back. Look, I've been patient, but you still owe me.” Sira forced a smile, “right, yes. Of course, that's why I'm here. Just refresh my memory though, what do I owe you?” Ysolda watched Sira as reached for her coin purse. “It's not about the money, really. I wouldn't have given you the wedding ring on credit if you weren't so obviously in love.” Sira went to reply but Ysolda cut her off, ”But if there isn't going to be a wedding, the least you can do is give the ring back. That was one of my best pieces.”

A wedding? What the hell did she drink last night? Sira fidgeted nervously, “Um about that. Do you know what I did with it?” Ysolda looked at her blankly, “Don't you remember? You went out to give it to your fiancee at Witchmist Grove. You had a beautiful story about how you met there under a moonlight.” Sira swallowed hard as her gullet churned, “Ysolda, please. I really need to get to this wedding. Did I mention where it was? Please I'll bring back your ring and everything.” Ysolda looked at the warrior sympathetically, “Ok, ok. You said the ceremony was going to be in Morvunskar. You said your friend Sam was going to be the best man.” 

Finally! Some answers hopefully. Sira feeling somewhat sympathetic to Ysolda in return, decided to do the honourable thing and retrieve the merchants ring for her first. Besides Morvunskar wasn't that far from Witchmist grove, and maybe she could catch this so called fiancee and set things right. 

It wasn't a long or eventful journey to the Grove, but when Sira did get there she immediately began to feel uneasy. Who the hell would be out here as of a night time? The only sign of civilisation Sira could see was a small decrepit looking hut. As she approach the building she heard a rasping voice coming from the interior. “My love you have returned!” The speaker slowly emerged from the doorway revealing itself as a Hagraven witch. Shocked and acting on instinct Sira muttered; “oh hell no!” before unsheathing her great-sword and decapitating the creature in one swift swing. Disgusted she grabbed Ysolda's ring then high-tailed it out of there in the direction of Morvunskar, eager to finally end this ordeal. 

Upon reaching the old fort of Morvunskar, she found the place infested with renegade mages. She quickly dispatched these hostiles, gathering any valuable loot as she ventured deeper into the fort. After a while she was beginning to think that this lead was false, and that she would never find out what happened to her. After clearing out the final room she was about to give up and head home when suddenly a mysterious portal appeared in front of her. This was no accident, the answers she sought were surly on the other side. So almost without thinking Sira stepped through. 

Where she ended up on the other side she couldn't say. It was like no place she had seen before, though it appeared to be some sort of misty grove. From not far up ahead she heard the sound of laughter from multiple voices. What the hell was going on? She cautiously followed a torch lit path a short ways until she came upon some sort party scene. There was a large feasting table around which eight or so men were seated, with Sam standing at one end. 

Sira had a lot of questions for this man, but before she could speak Sam turned to face her, “You're here! I was beginning to think you might not make it.” Sira stared angrily at him, “Yes well you left me with quite the hunting trail.” Sam just laughed, “I know I've been watching you. I thought you might not remember any of your first time here. The boys showed you quite a time. Of course you were up to it. In any case you have more than earned the staff.” 

Before Sira could answer him there was a swirling of dark magic around Sam, eventually dissipating to reveal the transformed Sam as the Daedric prince of debauchery and revelry, Sanguine. He was standing nearly head to toe in daedric armour, similar to Sia's but shinier, only his horned head was unarmoured. It was at this point that Sia realised she was just a player in a larger game; “Of course I really just needed something to encourage you to go out into the world and spread some merriment.” Sanguine chuckled, “and boy did you do just that! I haven't been so entertained in at least a hundred years.” 

Sira wasn't sure exactly what to say, “But why choose me?” Sanguine chuckled again, “Why not you! I know what you've been up to. I mean let's be honest here. I don't always think my decisions through. But you... you're going places, and I need someone to carry my not-so-holy staff.” This was still all a bit surreal even for Sira, so all she could mutter was, “thanks I guess.” 

Sanguine chuckled, “You're welcome. Now before you go me and the boys want to double check that you know how to work a staff.” Before she could respond the daedric prince shoved her to her knees and stuffed his large erect cock straight into her mouth, “Ready for round two boys?” The other men let out a unified cheer as their lord vigorously face fucked the dragon-born warrior. 

Surprised by the sudden move Sira didn't require further encouragement and soon took control of the situation, pulling herself of the daedric lords meaty cock, jacking it with one hand as she caught her breath. Getting her first good look at his member, it was about eight inches long with more girth than the largest Nord cock she had ever seen. Seemingly keeping with Sanguine's overall theme it was also black and red, with large nodular bumps along the shaft, the same greyish tone as his horns. 

The daedric prince put it to good use too. Grabbing the back of Sira's head, he guided her back onto his length before jamming it down her throat until she deep-throated the whole thing, its girth stretching her mouth to the limit. Whilst she held the cock in her throat, she looked up to see the human revellers taking out their own cocks and beginning to stroke them. As they came close enough, Sira grabbed one on either side of her and started to jack them off. She continued to blow the daedric prince for another minute or so before he finally withdrew, “don't just pleasure me my dear, this is a party after all, spread some merriment around!” 

After that all the men moved around her forming a circle. She sucked and jacked at random now jumping from one cock to another, several times sucking on two at once. After a short while her face was a mess, the area around her mouth covered in globs of saliva. More strands of saliva were dripping down her chin as she moved from cock to cock. Her eagerness was definitely appreciated by Sanguine, as when she went to move onto his member he stepped back until he was just out of reach, “Uh, uh, uh, my dear. Not before we take care of one thing.” 

The daedric prince swirled his finger, lifting Sira up off the ground, before encasing her in the same dark magic he had used to change his appearance. When it finally dissipated, Sira's armour was gone and she was completely naked. “Don't worry my dear I returned it to your home, as I don't think you will be needing it any time soon.” 

By this stage Sira was getting really wet, and although she didn't see a way out of this situation anyway, she didn't know if she'd ever get the chance to party with a daedric prince again. Errantly grabbing a few 'Commoners' cocks, she jacked them a few times before walking through the press of men to the feasting table. There Sira grabbed a tankard of mead and poured some across her tits, feeling it run down the length of her body. Rubbing the liquid into her body, she took a swig from the cup before turning around, pouring the rest of the mead across her ass. 

As she felt the alcohol run down her nether regions, she began to finger herself before brining her finger back up to her lips for a taste. “Mmmm yeah, that tastes so good.” Although she knew this was what the men wanted to hear, it wasn't far from the truth, the mixture of mead and her own juices was definitely sweet as nectar. Enjoying the taste Sira then repeated the act with her tight ass hole, all the while giving her ass a jiggle, enticing the men even more. 

Eventually it was Sanguine who took the invitation. The daedric prince moved up to the Nord woman, grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing them apart as he shoved his face between them. She let out a soft moan as he licked all around her pussy, before burying his tongue into her tight snatch. “Ohh yes!” was all Sira could think to say as she grabbed the back of Sanguine's horned head pushing him deeper into her. Just as Sira was starting to enjoy the oral attention Sanguine mixed it up, withdrawing his tongue from her pussy and then shoving it in her ass. Sira let out a soft cry at this new attention, pushing her ass backwards as the Daedric princes surprisingly long tongue swirled around inside her. As she was relishing the feeling, she soon became distracted as one of the 'commoners', a nord man, climbed up on the table and presented his cock to her face. 

Eager to please, Sira grabbed the cock presented to her, jacking him with one hand as she swirled her tongue around the tip. Soon she had to change tact though as two more men came up on either side of her. Moving her hands to the newcomers cocks, she began to deep-throat the member in front of her. Before she could get halfway down his length though, she let out a muffled cry as Sanguine shoved his large bumpy cock into her soaking wet vagina. The sudden penetration caused the dragon-born to withdraw from her 'duties' up front as she looked over her shoulder to see the daedric prince with his hands on her ample butt cheeks as he pounded into her. The feeling of his cock inside her was quite unlike anything she had ever felt before; the hard nodules that lined his shaft gave her an added stimulation, and she could swear his cock was emitting a more than usual amount of heat. 

Whatever it was doing it felt divine to Sira, and soon she was bucking her body back into it like a wild animal, well she was a werewolf after all. After she howled a few times in pleasure, the nord man in front of her grabbed the back of her head guiding it back to his cock, shoving it straight down her throat so that any more cries would be muffled. As she was split-roasted across the table, she resumed jacking off the men on her sides, though she would often send a hand down to the table to steady herself when Sanguine would up his pace. 

They continued like this for several minutes, and Sira soon felt herself building to an unmistakable climax. Before she could reach it though Sanguine suddenly withdrew himself from her pussy. When she didn't feel him re-enter she pulled herself off the cock in her mouth and looked back at him with a genuine look of disappointment. Sanguine simple chuckled, “Don't worry my dear I'm sure you'll enjoy this just as much.” 

The daedric prince then prodded her asshole with his cock. However he barely got more than the head in when he withdrew again. Grabbing another tankard of mead he poured it across her ass and then along the length of his cock. Sira let out a soft moan at the cold liquid pouring over her, but her moan soon turned into a cry as Sanguine shoved his alcohol slick cock into her tight ass. Grabbing her around the neck, Sanguine chocked her slightly as he pulled her backwards, making her arch her back, all the while he pushed himself further into her. He then proceeded to fuck her roughly as she howled out in pleasure, letting her tongue hang out her mouth like a sexed crazed whore. 

The couple went at it like this, rough and hard, for some time. After a while the Nord man she was servicing before with her mouth began to realise he was unlikely to receive any further attention any time soon. Taking the initiative upon himself he lied down on his back on the table, placing himself underneath her upper body. Sira was currently grinding her pussy into the table as Sanguine railed her ass. Also eager to see things move along, the men on either side of Sira lifted up her legs, momentarily stopping the rutting couple, and allowing their companion to place himself directly beneath her. 

Sira soon hard cock in every hole and was loving it. The Nord man beneath her had worked into a rhythm with Sanguine, and together they pounded her holes relentlessly. Three of the eight 'commoners' had lined up in front of her face and she was jumping from one to the other, sucking them with a wild tenacity. Sira also had hold of two more cocks in her hands that she jacked wildly, leaving the remaining two men to service themselves and enjoy the show as they waited their turn. 

Sira could feel Sanguines cock getting hotter and hotter, it wasn't uncomfortable, but rather enjoyable, like feeling a hot drink pass down your throat when freezing, except this was driving continuously into her deepest parts. It then wasn't long before the feeling became overwhelming, launching the nord woman into an almighty climax. She howled in delight as she arched her back, her pussy clamping down hard on the nord mans member, sending him into his own orgasm as he shot his load deep into her womb. 

Sanguine was able to hold out a little longer, grunting hard as he pumped into her a few more times, before finally, reaching his own peak. He again grabbed Siras neck choking her slightly again, before he shoved his cock in deep, delivering a sizable load deep into Siras bowels. His cum burned hot giving Sira a tingling sensation that only acted to prolong her own orgasm. 

All three lovers held their positions for a while, enjoying the sexual afterglow, until finally Sanguine removed his cock from her ass, allowing a small trickle of cum to follow it out. Eager to get a taste of Sanguines cum, Sira leapt off the man underneath her and turned around to clean off the daedric princes cock. Swallowing it almost whole. The first thing Sira tasted was her own ass juice on his shaft, working her way up to the tip she was able to catch the leftover drops that were still leaking out. Instead of salty, it tasted pretty sweet, almost like honey, but it was hot and burnt with a soft tingle as it pooled across her tongue. After sticking her tongue out and showing the lord of debauchery her efforts, she swallowed with a smile. 

Sanguine chuckled again, looking down on the dragon-born with what appeared to be pride, “You truly are the only one worthy of my staff.” Sira looked up at him lustfully as she tasted some of the cum from her pussy, “I'm glad I could please you.” With that Sanguine flopped his cock on her forehead before sitting down and taking a swig of mead, “oh you have pleased me my dear, but not them.” Sira turned around to see the seven remaining men all stroking their cocks in anticipation, “Well I'd be happy to rectify that.” 

Straight away Sira was back on the table, her back to the man beneath her who was fucking her ass, while her legs rested on the shoulders of the man fucking her pussy. The session went on like this for hours, switching positions, but for the majority of time Sira had a cock in every hole, sometimes more. After each man had blown his load in every hole at least once, they took a tankard of equal parts mead and cum that had oozed out her holes, giving it to the dragon-born to drink. As she guzzled the special brewed blend, the men that could still stand surrounded Sira, jacking off until they gave her a finishing glaze. 

Cum-drenched and exhausted, Sira just sat there for a while, licking up some excess cum as she recovered. After a while Sanguine came over and gave her a rough throat fucking, to which she gave little enthusiasm. After he had left his own mark on her face, he thrust his magic staff into her weary hand, “Use this staff wisel- Uh, just use it, you earned it.” All Sira could muster up a shaky; “thanks” before she was once again enveloped in swirling dark magic of the deadric prince. 

EPILOUGE: Senna the priestess of Dibella was still pondering what might have become of the strange nord woman that had shown up naked in her temple nearly two nights past. She couldn't help but feel sorry for woman, and wondered if she had done more to help her. The harsh reality, she thought, was that unfortunately it was hard gonig for a woman in Skyrim at the best of times, and there were those that became victims no matter how much she prayed to Dibella to share her love. 

Yes sadly, she most likely would never see the woman again, and as a sort of tribute she had rearranged the furnishings of the temple, after having hastily cleaned up before, and she had just now finally finished. Beautiful she thought. Suddenly there an explosion in the air, some sort of dark magic began swirling around the temple, messing up in seconds what had nearly taken her a day to complete. Senna raised up her arms to protect her face, yet after a few seconds it was over. Lowering her arms she saw she same cum covered girl from before! Senna angrily approached the woman who was in worse shape then the first time! Looming over her the nord woman slightly recoiled from her glare, “heh, um, look I found my staff.” 

TO BE CONTINUED...