With the coming of the next morning, I’ve made my decision. What was the point of coming to Winterhold if I wasn’t going to get the damn title, right? Really, it’s only proper that I become Arch-Mage of the College. Mirabelle can still be Master Wizard and do all the work, while I’ll be the big bad mage at the top of the totem pole.
Of course, if I’m going to be Arch-Mage, I have to be WORTHY. I hit level five hundred during the Fellglow Keep dungeon crawl, and nothing like the Ordinator reveal had happened. I was just… level five hundred. Heh, halfway to my original stated goal of level one thousand, I supposed.
Regardless, after making my way alongside Svanna and Lydia over to the College and turning those books into the Orc Librarian in the Arcanaeum, I’m not surprised to find out that Tolfdir, Arniel, and Savos are back with the Eye of Magnus. Everyone is warned not to mess with it too much, and as Tolfdir settles in to study it, he gives me the same lecture he always does in the game.
Except this time… there’s no interruption from a certain deceased Thalmor Mage. Tolfdir talks my ear off for a good while about how the markings on the Eye are unlike anything he’s ever seen before. I listen respectfully of course, while not giving away any of my own knowledge. Still, eventually I make my excuses and bow out.
Though, not before making sure I buy every spell book the Master Alteration Wizard has on him. If Tolfdir is shocked by how much I can afford, he doesn’t show it. Indeed, he might be too distracted by the Eye of Magnus. Either way, I’m able to learn every Alteration Spell in the game from him.
I spend that first day going around the Academy and doing the rest with the other Masters as well. Of course, since the others are all under the effect of Dream Charm, I get massive discounts from them. By the time we’re through, I’ve learned every spell that they can teach me… save for the Master-level spells gained only by completing each Master’s Quest.
From there, I start handling the rest of the College’s problems, starting from the bottom and making my way up. First and foremost, that means helping the Apprentices so that they view me as the best thing to ever happen to them. J’zargo is both the easiest to please and the hardest to get along with. All he wants me to do is test his Flame Cloak Scrolls
I do so, of course, by hopping over to the nearby Skytemple Ruins just North of the college and testing the Flame Cloak Scrolls on the skeletons and draugr there. And if I’m also looking around the waters to see if there’s any trace of Ancano’s remains anywhere to be found nearby… well, I don’t find anything, so it’s probably fine.
Regardless, J’zargo’s Scroll blows up in my face, as expected. I’m perfectly fine, but I don’t let HIM know that when I get back to him. Unfortunately, even with him thinking the world of me, the arrogant Khajiit is dismissive of any damage I may or may not have taken from his Scroll. The best I get out of him is a smidgen of gratitude for my efforts, and his assurance that as my self-proclaimed rival, he would continue to outperform me in every way.
… After J’zargo, I moved onto Onmund. Onmund’s Request was a bit more intensive, namely he needed mine and Svanna’s help retrieving a family heirloom from Enthir. In the video game, the only way to get Enthir, the College’s Fence, to cough up the amulet, is to go and get a Grand Staff of Charming for him from some random location.
Of course, because of Dream Charm, Enthir is more than happy to help me out by helping me help Onmund out. The irony of the moment is not lost on me. Because I’ve Charmed him, Enthir is willing to give up the necklace without making me go and get a Staff of Charming FOR him. Amusing, to say the least. I promise I’ll look into the staff anyways, just to earn brownie points with the Fence, before also buying all of his halfway decent wares and in turn selling him potions of varying qualities that I made myself.
Leaving my best friend Enthir behind, I return to my other best friend Onmund and… if I were female, I’m pretty sure I would have been fending off a kiss from the ecstatic Nord Mage. As it is, we just do that arm clasp thing that bros do and I’m on my way.
Having saved the best for last, I end the day by approaching a certain Dunmer Mage. Brelyna Maryon perks up the moment she lays eyes on me, the beautiful dark-skinned Mer smiling brightly, turning that usual frown of hers upside down. An absolutely gorgeous woman with full lips and dark red eyes, Brelyna hurries over to me, Svanna, and Lydia as we approach.
“Oh! Vayral! H-How are you and your companions today?”
“We’re doing quite well, Brelyna. I was just looking around, seeing if anyone needed help with anything. It turns out, everyone needs help with something! I suppose you would appreciate my assistance as well? What can I do for you?”
Perking up, the gorgeous Dunmer Apprentice brightens considerably.
“Ah! Well, actually yes. I… We’re all trying to become better mages, right? Well, I need somebody I can practice a few spells on! Would you be available?”
I grin at that, having been expecting her request. With a chuckle, I roll my shoulders, shake my head… and then, before her face can completely fall, explain myself.
“Actually, why don’t you just use my own spell-testing dummy? My Housecarl here will stand perfectly still and let you cast whatever you want at her, no questions asked.”
And just like that, I throw Lydia under the bus. Heh, as far as the Nord woman knows, I haven’t even cast anything on her, so she looks doubly betrayed as I step aside and gesture to her. Looking at me horrified, I just grin right back at her and give her a wink.
Unfortunately, Brelyna isn’t COMPLETELY oblivious. The Dunmer Mage might be a somewhat introverted student of magic, while being both diligent and a little clumsy and scatterbrained at the same time, but she’s not entirely terrible with social graces. Biting her lower lip, seeing the outrage on Lydia’s face, she looks between me and her, terribly uncertain.
“A-Ah… are you sure, Vayral? I mean… she doesn’t look exactly enthused by the prospect… I know how Nords feel about magic and us mages…”
Shaking my head, I just keep on grinning.
“No, no. Lydia isn’t like her kin. She doesn’t discriminate against mages like you and me, Brelyna. After all, would she follow me as my Housecarl if she did? No, she would LOVE to be the target of some spells to help with your training. After all, magic is the way of the future. Isn’t that right, Housecarl?”
Lydia’s left eye twitches, and her lips purse into a thin line. But I can tell she realizes what I’m doing. And that she has no choice but to obey, really.
“… Yes, my Thane. It would… be… my honor…”
Brelyna frowns but seeing how Lydia doesn’t do anything except stare at her blankly, the Dunmer finally slowly nods.
“… Alright, if you’re absolutely sure. Here goes nothing!”
To her credit, Lydia doesn’t move a muscle as Brelyna casts her spell on her. For a moment, it’s as if nothing happened. Then, Lydia yelps and spins her head around, taking in her surroundings.
“M-My Thane! E-Everything… everything is GREEN!”
I raise an eyebrow, valiantly resisting the urge to laugh, while Brelyna’s face falls.
“Oh no, that’s not supposed to happen! I’m so sorry, miss. U-Um, the effects should wear off in two to four hours?”
“TWO TO FOUR HOURS?!”
Lydia’s shriek causes Brelyna to cringe back in fright, so I step in.
“Calm yourself, Lydia. As for you, Brelyna… I must admit, I’m a little disappointed.”
My own measured tone makes Brelyna cringe even harder. After all, thanks to Dream Charm, the Dunmer thinks the absolute world of me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she wanted to impress me with her magic and is internally kicking herself for fucking that up. Which is precisely what I’m counting on.
“You will, of course, stay with us until the spell’s effects wear off, both to document any additional side effects for poor Lydia here, and to make it up to her.”
Looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights, Brelyna flushes, her dark skin turning an interesting shade.
“U-Um… o-okay?”
“Perfect. We were actually just heading out… you can join us.”
“… As you wish, Vayral.”
-x-X-x-
An hour later, and I sit in a chair, my cock out and a very naïve, introverted Dunmer kneeling between my legs. Brelyna flushes as she looks between my golden member and my face, her hand hesitantly reaching for my shaft, only to pull back again.
“I’m n-not so sure about this, Vayral. Um… is this really, okay?”
I raise an eyebrow and smirk at her.
“You’re the one who insisted you would support me as my temporary Housecarl until Lydia’s sight was restored to her in full, yes?”
Brelyna blushes, nodding. She’d done just that a little bit after we’d left Winterhold, feeling so damn guilty that she’d offered to handle any of Lydia’s duties that the Housecarl could not until such time that Lydia was cured. Of course, what she imagined those duties to be, I didn’t know. It wasn’t like Lydia was truly impaired. Her vision was just hued green for a few hours.
Still, I was more than happy to take advantage of the Dunmer woman. And that was how we came to be here, back in Birna’s Oddments. The shopkeeper herself is downstairs, doing some organizing. The store is closed for the night, and we’re upstairs, the four of us. Lydia is over to the side, bound and gagged and even blindfolded this time as Svanna plays with her.
Meanwhile, a wide-eyed, flushed, incredibly embarrassed Brelyna had watched the Dragonborn toy with the beefier, bustier Nord, right up until I’d called her over to… ‘take care of me’.
Smiling jovially down at the kneeling Dunmer, I twitch my cock in her direction, making her eyes dart down to it as she licks her lips nervously.
“You’re a very beautiful Mer, Brelyna. A very beautiful female. Look at what you’ve done to me. You made me this way.”
That causes a jolt to run through her body, and she stares at my throbbing cock in a new light.
“I… I-I did?”
“That’s right, Apprentice. It’s up to you to take responsibility. You can’t just walk around being that cute, and not accept there are consequences for it.”
These lines… would never work under any sort of normal circumstances. I sound both cheesy and misogynistic, all at once. But thanks to Dream Charm, the Dunmer Apprentice has a crush the size of an ocean on me. And so, my words are a LOT more persuasive then the otherwise should be. Licking her lips again, this time with more emphasis, Brelyna finally reaches out and takes my cock in her hand.
“Y-You’re right. I’m s-sorry, Vayral. Please, let me make it up to you…”
I grin as she begins to stroke my cock, inexperienced but determined all the same. Still, another blowjob sounds a little boring right now. I have something else in mind, given her busty nature, identical to the rest of the women in the province.
“If you want to make it up to me, if you wish to play the part of my Housecarl, you can start by removing your top. Show me your tits… and then wrap them around my cock.”
She blinks at that, showing off that innocent introverted nature of hers. But nevertheless, she moves to obey after a moment, pulling her top off, unwrapping her tits and then experimentally lifting them up and placing her dark-skinned breasts around my golden cock. Its certainly an interesting clash of colors, her Dunmer flesh alongside my Altmer member.
Still, her breasts are soft and full and bouncy, even as her inexperience shows. She rides her tits up and down my length for a little while, but I will admit, I’m getting more enjoyment out of how obviously she wants to impress me, than the sexual act itself.
“Try applying some saliva, as lubricant.”
My suggestion is met with a blank stare for a moment, before she blushes even harder. Still, she once again follows my order, leaning forward and drooling down into the space between her chest and my cock, slickening the passage of her cleavage. Pushing up onto her full kneeling height, the Dunmer mage jiggles her titties up and down my length as best she can… even if her best still isn’t good enough.
Of course, in being so inexperienced, she’s already plenty hot. In fact…
“Brelyna, have you ever been with a male before? Have you ever had sex?”
The introverted Apprentice flushes and averts her gaze.
“A-Ah, no… no, I haven’t done a-anything like this before. I’m s-sorry, I’m not that good, am I?”
“Well… no. But that’s alright.”
Crush her hopes, and then give them right back to her. She looks crestfallen for half a second, before brightening up again as I smile at her encouragingly.
“We all have to start somewhere… but admittedly, you aren’t going to get me off like this. If you’re willing to go all the way…”
I trail off, and Brelyna bites her lower lip indecisively for a moment before something akin to resolve forms on her face and she nods sharply.
“I-I am.”
Ignoring the stutter, I beckon for her to rise to her feet. Then, I grab her by her shapely hips and spin her around. Yanking her leggings down to her knees and exposing her plush booty, thicc thighs, and glistening wet slit, I pull her back into my lap, making sure my cock ends up poking out between her thighs, which are nice and soft and feel quite good around my length, what with her leggings keeping her legs forcibly together.
“Oh!”
Nuzzling her neck, I move my hands around to her breasts, giving them both a good hard squeeze and toying with her nipples.
“I’ll take the lead from here on out, Brelyna. Just treat it like a lesson in magic, alright?”
“Alright… Master Vayral~”
My cock twitches at that, and Brelyna lets out a cute little giggle as she feels how her words set me off. With a growl, I bite down on the introverted little minx’s shoulder, causing her to mewl and moan, even as I bounce her on my lap. At first, I’m just fucking her thighs with my cock. But eventually, I want more… eventually, I lift her up… and impale her as she lets out a yelp.
Ah, taking her virginity is so, so sweet. Especially with the audience we have. Svanna is giving me a hooded look that I know by this point means she’s just as turned on as I am. Meanwhile, Lydia is suffering in her own way, and enjoying every last moment of it. My Nord Housecarl is bound and gagged and blindfolded, and so all she can do is listen to me fuck Brelyna, even as Svanna pinches her nipples and smacks her tits and slaps her face and pussy, abusing her to her heart’s content.
All the while, Brelyna watches what Svanna and Lydia are doing, and from the way she’s constantly clenching down on my cock, cumming for me over and over again, she’s liking what she’s seeing.
I take my time with her, but all good things come to an end. Still, even after I finish in Brelyna, refusing to pull out and amused that she doesn’t even try to ask me to, I hold her back against me. With my seed trapped in her womb by my thick fat cock, Brelyna lazes against me, her naked chest heaving, her moans and mewls filling the air.
With a gesture to Svanna, I have my Dragonborn untie and unbind and unblindfold Lydia. My Nord Housecarl blinks as she’s free to rise to her feet, looking about.
“A-Ah… my Thane, my vision has returned to normal…”
“Good. Brelyna, my Housecarl is ready to continue. Go on, try out your spell again.”
“W-What?!”
“My Thane!”
I wave Lydia off and tweak one of Brelyna’s nipples.
“A Mage must be able to cast under pressure, my sweet. Go ahead… give it your best shot.”
What follows is… well, Brelyna’s best shot. I don’t blame her though, she’s only an Apprentice. Still, it’s just like what happens in the game. Lydia gets turned into a handful of farm animals, spending a few minutes as each with how I’m slowly bouncing Brelyna on my cock, truly disrupting her concentration the whole while.
Finally, though, Brelyna manages to get Lydia back to human, and as the Housecarl drops to her knees, sobbing with relief, I grab Brelyna by the wrists and pull her hands back to her chest.
“Heh, I think that’s enough for today, my dear. Don’t worry though, we’re far from finished. Lydia will happily be your test subject, whenever you need one. Alright?”
“… Yes, Master Vayral…”
I was no Master of the College, not yet. I was still an Apprentice, just like her. But as Brelyna looks back at me with those gorgeous, bright red eyes of hers, I can tell it doesn’t matter to the Dunmer Mage. My Dream Charm’s effect, combined with this entire experience, have bound this Apprentice to me even more tightly than the other two. But then to be fair, she was the one female Apprentice, so I was always going to pay her more attention.
Still, with Brelyna secured, that’s all three Apprentices done with.
Next up… would be the Masters.
-x-X-x-
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With the coming of the next morning, I’ve made my decision. What was the point of coming to Winterhold if I wasn’t going to get the damn title, right? Really, it’s only proper that I become Arch-Mage of the College. Mirabelle can still be Master Wizard and do all the work, while I’ll be the big bad mage at the top of the totem pole.
Of course, if I’m going to be Arch-Mage, I have to be WORTHY. I hit level five hundred during the Fellglow Keep dungeon crawl, and nothing like the Ordinator reveal had happened. I was just… level five hundred. Heh, halfway to my original stated goal of level one thousand, I supposed.
Regardless, after making my way alongside Svanna and Lydia over to the College and turning those books into the Orc Librarian in the Arcanaeum, I’m not surprised to find out that Tolfdir, Arniel, and Savos are back with the Eye of Magnus. Everyone is warned not to mess with it too much, and as Tolfdir settles in to study it, he gives me the same lecture he always does in the game.
Except this time… there’s no interruption from a certain deceased Thalmor Mage. Tolfdir talks my ear off for a good while about how the markings on the Eye are unlike anything he’s ever seen before. I listen respectfully of course, while not giving away any of my own knowledge. Still, eventually I make my excuses and bow out.
Though, not before making sure I buy every spell book the Master Alteration Wizard has on him. If Tolfdir is shocked by how much I can afford, he doesn’t show it. Indeed, he might be too distracted by the Eye of Magnus. Either way, I’m able to learn every Alteration Spell in the game from him.
I spend that first day going around the Academy and doing the rest with the other Masters as well. Of course, since the others are all under the effect of Dream Charm, I get massive discounts from them. By the time we’re through, I’ve learned every spell that they can teach me… save for the Master-level spells gained only by completing each Master’s Quest.
From there, I start handling the rest of the College’s problems, starting from the bottom and making my way up. First and foremost, that means helping the Apprentices so that they view me as the best thing to ever happen to them. J’zargo is both the easiest to please and the hardest to get along with. All he wants me to do is test his Flame Cloak Scrolls
I do so, of course, by hopping over to the nearby Skytemple Ruins just North of the college and testing the Flame Cloak Scrolls on the skeletons and draugr there. And if I’m also looking around the waters to see if there’s any trace of Ancano’s remains anywhere to be found nearby… well, I don’t find anything, so it’s probably fine.
Regardless, J’zargo’s Scroll blows up in my face, as expected. I’m perfectly fine, but I don’t let HIM know that when I get back to him. Unfortunately, even with him thinking the world of me, the arrogant Khajiit is dismissive of any damage I may or may not have taken from his Scroll. The best I get out of him is a smidgen of gratitude for my efforts, and his assurance that as my self-proclaimed rival, he would continue to outperform me in every way.
… After J’zargo, I moved onto Onmund. Onmund’s Request was a bit more intensive, namely he needed mine and Svanna’s help retrieving a family heirloom from Enthir. In the video game, the only way to get Enthir, the College’s Fence, to cough up the amulet, is to go and get a Grand Staff of Charming for him from some random location.
Of course, because of Dream Charm, Enthir is more than happy to help me out by helping me help Onmund out. The irony of the moment is not lost on me. Because I’ve Charmed him, Enthir is willing to give up the necklace without making me go and get a Staff of Charming FOR him. Amusing, to say the least. I promise I’ll look into the staff anyways, just to earn brownie points with the Fence, before also buying all of his halfway decent wares and in turn selling him potions of varying qualities that I made myself.
Leaving my best friend Enthir behind, I return to my other best friend Onmund and… if I were female, I’m pretty sure I would have been fending off a kiss from the ecstatic Nord Mage. As it is, we just do that arm clasp thing that bros do and I’m on my way.
Having saved the best for last, I end the day by approaching a certain Dunmer Mage. Brelyna Maryon perks up the moment she lays eyes on me, the beautiful dark-skinned Mer smiling brightly, turning that usual frown of hers upside down. An absolutely gorgeous woman with full lips and dark red eyes, Brelyna hurries over to me, Svanna, and Lydia as we approach.
“Oh! Vayral! H-How are you and your companions today?”
“We’re doing quite well, Brelyna. I was just looking around, seeing if anyone needed help with anything. It turns out, everyone needs help with something! I suppose you would appreciate my assistance as well? What can I do for you?”
Perking up, the gorgeous Dunmer Apprentice brightens considerably.
“Ah! Well, actually yes. I… We’re all trying to become better mages, right? Well, I need somebody I can practice a few spells on! Would you be available?”
I grin at that, having been expecting her request. With a chuckle, I roll my shoulders, shake my head… and then, before her face can completely fall, explain myself.
“Actually, why don’t you just use my own spell-testing dummy? My Housecarl here will stand perfectly still and let you cast whatever you want at her, no questions asked.”
And just like that, I throw Lydia under the bus. Heh, as far as the Nord woman knows, I haven’t even cast anything on her, so she looks doubly betrayed as I step aside and gesture to her. Looking at me horrified, I just grin right back at her and give her a wink.
Unfortunately, Brelyna isn’t COMPLETELY oblivious. The Dunmer Mage might be a somewhat introverted student of magic, while being both diligent and a little clumsy and scatterbrained at the same time, but she’s not entirely terrible with social graces. Biting her lower lip, seeing the outrage on Lydia’s face, she looks between me and her, terribly uncertain.
“A-Ah… are you sure, Vayral? I mean… she doesn’t look exactly enthused by the prospect… I know how Nords feel about magic and us mages…”
Shaking my head, I just keep on grinning.
“No, no. Lydia isn’t like her kin. She doesn’t discriminate against mages like you and me, Brelyna. After all, would she follow me as my Housecarl if she did? No, she would LOVE to be the target of some spells to help with your training. After all, magic is the way of the future. Isn’t that right, Housecarl?”
Lydia’s left eye twitches, and her lips purse into a thin line. But I can tell she realizes what I’m doing. And that she has no choice but to obey, really.
“… Yes, my Thane. It would… be… my honor…”
Brelyna frowns but seeing how Lydia doesn’t do anything except stare at her blankly, the Dunmer finally slowly nods.
“… Alright, if you’re absolutely sure. Here goes nothing!”
To her credit, Lydia doesn’t move a muscle as Brelyna casts her spell on her. For a moment, it’s as if nothing happened. Then, Lydia yelps and spins her head around, taking in her surroundings.
“M-My Thane! E-Everything… everything is GREEN!”
I raise an eyebrow, valiantly resisting the urge to laugh, while Brelyna’s face falls.
“Oh no, that’s not supposed to happen! I’m so sorry, miss. U-Um, the effects should wear off in two to four hours?”
“TWO TO FOUR HOURS?!”
Lydia’s shriek causes Brelyna to cringe back in fright, so I step in.
“Calm yourself, Lydia. As for you, Brelyna… I must admit, I’m a little disappointed.”
My own measured tone makes Brelyna cringe even harder. After all, thanks to Dream Charm, the Dunmer thinks the absolute world of me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she wanted to impress me with her magic and is internally kicking herself for fucking that up. Which is precisely what I’m counting on.
“You will, of course, stay with us until the spell’s effects wear off, both to document any additional side effects for poor Lydia here, and to make it up to her.”
Looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights, Brelyna flushes, her dark skin turning an interesting shade.
“U-Um… o-okay?”
“Perfect. We were actually just heading out… you can join us.”
“… As you wish, Vayral.”
-x-X-x-
An hour later, and I sit in a chair, my cock out and a very naïve, introverted Dunmer kneeling between my legs. Brelyna flushes as she looks between my golden member and my face, her hand hesitantly reaching for my shaft, only to pull back again.
“I’m n-not so sure about this, Vayral. Um… is this really, okay?”
I raise an eyebrow and smirk at her.
“You’re the one who insisted you would support me as my temporary Housecarl until Lydia’s sight was restored to her in full, yes?”
Brelyna blushes, nodding. She’d done just that a little bit after we’d left Winterhold, feeling so damn guilty that she’d offered to handle any of Lydia’s duties that the Housecarl could not until such time that Lydia was cured. Of course, what she imagined those duties to be, I didn’t know. It wasn’t like Lydia was truly impaired. Her vision was just hued green for a few hours.
Still, I was more than happy to take advantage of the Dunmer woman. And that was how we came to be here, back in Birna’s Oddments. The shopkeeper herself is downstairs, doing some organizing. The store is closed for the night, and we’re upstairs, the four of us. Lydia is over to the side, bound and gagged and even blindfolded this time as Svanna plays with her.
Meanwhile, a wide-eyed, flushed, incredibly embarrassed Brelyna had watched the Dragonborn toy with the beefier, bustier Nord, right up until I’d called her over to… ‘take care of me’.
Smiling jovially down at the kneeling Dunmer, I twitch my cock in her direction, making her eyes dart down to it as she licks her lips nervously.
“You’re a very beautiful Mer, Brelyna. A very beautiful female. Look at what you’ve done to me. You made me this way.”
That causes a jolt to run through her body, and she stares at my throbbing cock in a new light.
“I… I-I did?”
“That’s right, Apprentice. It’s up to you to take responsibility. You can’t just walk around being that cute, and not accept there are consequences for it.”
These lines… would never work under any sort of normal circumstances. I sound both cheesy and misogynistic, all at once. But thanks to Dream Charm, the Dunmer Apprentice has a crush the size of an ocean on me. And so, my words are a LOT more persuasive then the otherwise should be. Licking her lips again, this time with more emphasis, Brelyna finally reaches out and takes my cock in her hand.
“Y-You’re right. I’m s-sorry, Vayral. Please, let me make it up to you…”
I grin as she begins to stroke my cock, inexperienced but determined all the same. Still, another blowjob sounds a little boring right now. I have something else in mind, given her busty nature, identical to the rest of the women in the province.
“If you want to make it up to me, if you wish to play the part of my Housecarl, you can start by removing your top. Show me your tits… and then wrap them around my cock.”
She blinks at that, showing off that innocent introverted nature of hers. But nevertheless, she moves to obey after a moment, pulling her top off, unwrapping her tits and then experimentally lifting them up and placing her dark-skinned breasts around my golden cock. Its certainly an interesting clash of colors, her Dunmer flesh alongside my Altmer member.
Still, her breasts are soft and full and bouncy, even as her inexperience shows. She rides her tits up and down my length for a little while, but I will admit, I’m getting more enjoyment out of how obviously she wants to impress me, than the sexual act itself.
“Try applying some saliva, as lubricant.”
My suggestion is met with a blank stare for a moment, before she blushes even harder. Still, she once again follows my order, leaning forward and drooling down into the space between her chest and my cock, slickening the passage of her cleavage. Pushing up onto her full kneeling height, the Dunmer mage jiggles her titties up and down my length as best she can… even if her best still isn’t good enough.
Of course, in being so inexperienced, she’s already plenty hot. In fact…
“Brelyna, have you ever been with a male before? Have you ever had sex?”
The introverted Apprentice flushes and averts her gaze.
“A-Ah, no… no, I haven’t done a-anything like this before. I’m s-sorry, I’m not that good, am I?”
“Well… no. But that’s alright.”
Crush her hopes, and then give them right back to her. She looks crestfallen for half a second, before brightening up again as I smile at her encouragingly.
“We all have to start somewhere… but admittedly, you aren’t going to get me off like this. If you’re willing to go all the way…”
I trail off, and Brelyna bites her lower lip indecisively for a moment before something akin to resolve forms on her face and she nods sharply.
“I-I am.”
Ignoring the stutter, I beckon for her to rise to her feet. Then, I grab her by her shapely hips and spin her around. Yanking her leggings down to her knees and exposing her plush booty, thicc thighs, and glistening wet slit, I pull her back into my lap, making sure my cock ends up poking out between her thighs, which are nice and soft and feel quite good around my length, what with her leggings keeping her legs forcibly together.
“Oh!”
Nuzzling her neck, I move my hands around to her breasts, giving them both a good hard squeeze and toying with her nipples.
“I’ll take the lead from here on out, Brelyna. Just treat it like a lesson in magic, alright?”
“Alright… Master Vayral~”
My cock twitches at that, and Brelyna lets out a cute little giggle as she feels how her words set me off. With a growl, I bite down on the introverted little minx’s shoulder, causing her to mewl and moan, even as I bounce her on my lap. At first, I’m just fucking her thighs with my cock. But eventually, I want more… eventually, I lift her up… and impale her as she lets out a yelp.
Ah, taking her virginity is so, so sweet. Especially with the audience we have. Svanna is giving me a hooded look that I know by this point means she’s just as turned on as I am. Meanwhile, Lydia is suffering in her own way, and enjoying every last moment of it. My Nord Housecarl is bound and gagged and blindfolded, and so all she can do is listen to me fuck Brelyna, even as Svanna pinches her nipples and smacks her tits and slaps her face and pussy, abusing her to her heart’s content.
All the while, Brelyna watches what Svanna and Lydia are doing, and from the way she’s constantly clenching down on my cock, cumming for me over and over again, she’s liking what she’s seeing.
I take my time with her, but all good things come to an end. Still, even after I finish in Brelyna, refusing to pull out and amused that she doesn’t even try to ask me to, I hold her back against me. With my seed trapped in her womb by my thick fat cock, Brelyna lazes against me, her naked chest heaving, her moans and mewls filling the air.
With a gesture to Svanna, I have my Dragonborn untie and unbind and unblindfold Lydia. My Nord Housecarl blinks as she’s free to rise to her feet, looking about.
“A-Ah… my Thane, my vision has returned to normal…”
“Good. Brelyna, my Housecarl is ready to continue. Go on, try out your spell again.”
“W-What?!”
“My Thane!”
I wave Lydia off and tweak one of Brelyna’s nipples.
“A Mage must be able to cast under pressure, my sweet. Go ahead… give it your best shot.”
What follows is… well, Brelyna’s best shot. I don’t blame her though, she’s only an Apprentice. Still, it’s just like what happens in the game. Lydia gets turned into a handful of farm animals, spending a few minutes as each with how I’m slowly bouncing Brelyna on my cock, truly disrupting her concentration the whole while.
Finally, though, Brelyna manages to get Lydia back to human, and as the Housecarl drops to her knees, sobbing with relief, I grab Brelyna by the wrists and pull her hands back to her chest.
“Heh, I think that’s enough for today, my dear. Don’t worry though, we’re far from finished. Lydia will happily be your test subject, whenever you need one. Alright?”
“… Yes, Master Vayral…”
I was no Master of the College, not yet. I was still an Apprentice, just like her. But as Brelyna looks back at me with those gorgeous, bright red eyes of hers, I can tell it doesn’t matter to the Dunmer Mage. My Dream Charm’s effect, combined with this entire experience, have bound this Apprentice to me even more tightly than the other two. But then to be fair, she was the one female Apprentice, so I was always going to pay her more attention.
Still, with Brelyna secured, that’s all three Apprentices done with.
Next up… would be the Masters.
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