Ch.56

[Middas, 8th Hearthfire: Nocturnal’s Summoning Day, 4E: 221]

Brennie had lost track of time again. She couldn’t remember a moment when she didn’t have this creamy, throbbing, tasty treat stuffed down her gullet and feeding her impossibly dimensionally altered body. She may resent Wiatr and others for many things, but if she had never met them, this exquisite hedonistic pleasure would’ve been impossible.

She gulped and sucked absently as she enjoyed what had apparently been a dimension of pure marshmallow. If she wasn’t careful, she’d turn into a marshmallow like one of those weird as fuck yet super kinky food transformation Wonka factory fetish fics, but there’s no way that’d happen. Even if she did, Dongo could just turn her back, so fuck it. She loved marshmallows.

Speaking of which, Dongo has been enjoying his time with her. Sometimes he would pull his cock out and rub his balls all over her face, drink her milk and go about worshiping her baby ball of a body. She knew him well enough to know the signs: he wants to make more babies with her. She would normally oblige, but not this time.

Brennie knew he would be depressed when the relationship between their two Empires soured from all of the political loopholes. She figured it was inevitable. While she didn’t blame Wiatr and them for everything, they are still held responsible for letting this happen, politically speaking. Their military wasn’t the problem, never was, it was those within a position of power that abused it. Hence the reason why the Office of Naval Intelligence came out from the dark and revealed the truth of those who plotted against them.

Brennie’s depressing thoughts as she sucked her step-son’s dick were interrupted by the dimensionally altered room shaking and sending the woman jiggling enough to make her realize her ass and underbelly were wedged into the wooden ceiling and firmly lodging her into this room since she had subconsciously turned off more of the limiter as she filled with an unending stream of marshmallow cream. “Hmph?!”

“Someone’s moving the Haven Box.” Dongo snapped his fingers...but nothing happened. “W-what?!” He began frantically snapping his fingers and the continuous flow of delicious cream ceased flowing into Brennie’s stuffed stomach. “Fuck! I can’t even make a portal to look outside! We’re trapped!”

“Mmph! Hm, hmph!” Brennie bumped her chins against Dongo’s massive beach ball baby batter bunkers and he obediently transformed into a pure female to let Brennie cough and adjust to not having his tree-trunk tumescence throbbing through her throat. “Fuck! Did someone steal the box? What day is it?!”

“It’s September Eighth or the Eighth of Hearthfire.” Donga answered her step-mother, who moaned and shoved her face between the super-sexy ursine noodle woman’s thicc thighs to muffle her despair against Donga’s plush pussy. “H-hey, now isn’t really the time for that.” Donga blushed, but petted Brennie’s hair anyway.

“It’s Nocturnal’s Summoning Day. A Thief likely decided to test their Luck and steal something valuable from the Arch-Mage. This box is made of rich dark mahogany, engraved and then inlaid with mother-of-pearl. It’s worth more than a farmer’s annual income not counting special commissions or festival catering.” Brennie bemoaned and began licking.

“M-mom~! Sh-shouldn’t we try to get out the normal way~?” Donga asked through the surprise pleasure. She was always much more sensitive as a female, but was too attached to her male endowments to give up on being male a good amount of time.

“If they’ve locked us in here magically, they’ve locked us in here normally. Shut up and keep feeding me that gooey goodness.” Brennie huffed and sucked on Donga’s clit, causing her to squeal and her cunt to squirt liquid marshmallow creme. Mm, that’s the stuff~...

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“-That is how you make your own Dwarven Dynamo without needing to fight a desperate battle with a Dwarven Centurion to get one.” Neethsi finished her lecture to the assembly of dutifully note-taking shipwrights, smiths, mages and artificers who blended all three prior mentioned professions and were the ones specifically being trained to design new airships. The rest were mostly the work crews that would be carrying out their designs.

“So it can just be a Grand Soul Gem, no need for Black Souls?” Questioned one of the known necromancers in the crowd. Here in Morrowind, Necromancy was considered a valid field of magic study, so long as the practitioners didn’t defile graves or raise armies, et cetera.

“A Black Soul would work just as well, perhaps too well. There have been cases where a Black Dwarven Dynamo has retained the ego of the soul along with its ability to channel magicka. Unless you are planning to follow Sotha Sil’s designs on converting mortals to Clockworks, please refrain from doing so.” Neethsi answered as she uneasily straightened the robe gifted to her by Rarity that accentuated her figure in blue and gold with a wide green waist sash.

She was forgetting something. Something important. Oh well, if she forgot then it wasn’t that important. Oh! Someone dropped a Septim at some point and it didn’t get picked up! It’s also on heads! Lucky~! Oh...oh no...

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“Ah!” I tripped over my own feet and landed snout-first in the dirt, which hit something harder than the grass. “Owie~!” I whined, rubbing my snoz as my students chuckled at me. “Get back to work!” I shouted angrily at them, before I looked at where my face indented the dirt and blinked. I ripped up the grass and gawked at a chest! What the hell is a chest doing buried out here?! “Hey! Is this a time capsule or something?!”

“What?” The nearest student asked and approached, causing an avalanche of lazy good-for-nothings to stop their practice and lollygag around me! Grr~! I should beat them all into the dirt like I just fumbled into interrupting the whole lesson! “I don’t remember that.”

“Me neither, give a look inside.” Reenios suggested and I sighed, figuring this morning’s lesson was truly over, so I did as suggested-mama mia thatsa lotsa gold! “Whoa! I think you just stumbled upon a forgotten cache! There’s enough gold in that chest to fund the local guard contingent for a year!”

“Well, it’s all Sensei Rei’s now. She found it, we all know the law.” Miun-La stated firmly with a glare at the troops, who backed away and awkwardly tried to either hide or get over the minor gold fever they just experienced.

“W-well, I don’t need this much gold!” I can live by my own means without Luck throwing money at me, thank you very much! There are much less fortunate people who-. “Hey, since this is mine, can I donate it?”

“Of course.” Miun-La nodded and I pointed at him. “W-what?”

“I’m donating it to the local guard contingent to help cover for all the expenses the city has been forced to devote to military expenses. At least this way the governor can stop whining about it.” I huffed and got up. “Now then, since you all decided to stop practicing, today’s lesson is over! Go about your own training!” I shouted at them and got a chorus of disappointment and shame. Good! You don’t interrupt my lessons unless you want it to be over!

I seriously need to stop forgetting to talk to Jhunal about suddenly being a hyper-competent and strict teacher of martial arts. In fact, I should go do that now. I went over to the table where...where...where is it?! I moved so fast for the table I knocked several soldiers out of the way, even flinging them like they were ragdolls if they were directly in my path. I frantically searched the scrolls and books for the Oghma Infinium.

When that didn’t turn anything up, I flipped the table bench over, tossing everything about and possibly hurting someone, but it wasn’t underneath either! “Where?! Is?! My Book?!” I demanded as I erupted in fiery magicka, my atronach form swirling violently as I rose several feet into the air and leered furiously at everyone around me. “Where is it?! Who took it! You! Who touched this table?!”

The nord I was pointing at actually shook his his boots and I snarled before pointing at the dunmer next to him, who wasn’t pissing himself like a fucking coward! “I-It’s a public table, serja, people have been passing by it all day! I didn’t see anyone other than you or Lady Shade-.”

“Shade~! Do you have it?!” I screamed across the field as I flew, not hovered, flew across to the magic training area where Shade had been practicing her Illusion magic or something.

“H-have what, sis?!” Shade asked fearfully, but I just snarled and swooped down, grabbing her tunic by the collar and holding her a couple feet off the ground.

“The book! It’s gone!” I shouted in her face and Shade suddenly erupted into her atronach form too, looking just as pissed as me.

“What?! Who stole it?! Who stole our book?! It has all of the lessons we’ve been learning from!” Shade screamed and by this point several soldiers had gathered with muskets, crossbows and good old-fashioned bows aimed at us while mages prepared behind cautious warriors.

“Girls!” We turned our apocalyptic gaze to Twilight, Rainbow and Fluttershy, who were flying from the direction of the campus. “Girls, stop! Calm down! You need to calm down!”

“Berserker’s been kidnapped!” Rainbow suddenly announced and everything paused. “There! Now, all of you! Spread out! It’s Nocturnal's Day! The Thieves Guild is running roughshod over the city with all of you so wrapped up in training you left the patrols understaffed! Move, move, move, move, move!” Rainbow screamed and people obeyed. Within minutes, they kitted up and rushed into the city being preyed upon by thieves.

I snarled as I shared a furious look with my sister, both of us clearly intent on retrieving our stolen property. I may not know the Mysticism spell Clairvoyance, but Shade does.

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Thia rushed through the forest after the thief that took her blade. They weren’t her only ones, they weren’t even her most powerful, but they were her mother’s. The rogue of Londor rushed from shadow to shadow, chasing the thief, even knowing she was moving away from her sister. Thia would have her mother’s blades back.

She only barely dodged a swipe from a hulking humanoid beast and continued the chase, letting the new pursuer join the pack of creatures chasing down the thicc and busty husky like she was a rabbit to be preyed upon. She could deal with them later, for now this thief was her priority!

“How the fuck are you still on my tail?!” The khajiit thief in full dark leather armor hissed as they darted about, the magic of their armor keeping them faster than her. They were told to be in a specific place, at a specific time, by a very rich client, to steal the weapons of the woman who would leave the sacred glade and lead her on a chase.

However, they expected to lose their victim and keep the weapons since the Guild took the lion’s share of the commission. Of course. However, this was turning into a bad job. They didn’t expect the overly-endowed husky to have the ability to keep up, now they have a pack of mixed Lycanthropes too? Forget this, they already completed the task by the letter if not the spirit.

“Here! Have the blades!” They snarled back at Thia and tossed the paired daggers at the pursuing husky before chugging an invisibility potion and making a sharp right towards Archon. They’d led her north, the opposite direction the husky was supposed to be going. Hopefully that would be enough to earn their pay.

Thia snatched the paired daggers from the air and did an about-face. She lunged into the snarling throng of werebeasts with her daggers flashing in blinding movements, her breasts compressing rapidly with her complex arm motions. She didn’t wait and kept running past them, several of the creatures died with puncture wounds through their eyes, ears or throats.

The remaining creatures still gave chase, but were much more wary. Thia didn’t care. She had her mother’s blades back and now needed to head south to Lilmoth, where her sister has been revived.

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“Mm~. Mwah, mm~.” Brennie moaned as she made out with her step-daughter, currently down to her usual size and anthro to have lesbian sex. She didn’t often go for girl-on-girl action, but she wanted to do something different since she didn’t feel like going for vanilla or unbirthing. Pandora was napping anyway and she didn’t want to wake her up with a guest.

“Holy shit, mwah, mom. I forgot how, mm, fucking horny you got when stuck somewhere or someway.” Donga panted between kisses as they smished their docked breasts together and fingered each other’s pussies on the thankfully nailed-down bed as the Haven Box was rattled about. Of course, Donga was on her back and Brennie wanted to keep it that way.

“Sheesh. Whoever it is we’re dragging them in here and having our way with them. Agreed?” Brennie proposed to Dongo, who nodded in agreement.

“Wow ma, you’ve become so damn cool since you came here.” Cool that she was letting her hair down, huh? “I mean, you’re so fucking sexy as a standard, but you’re channeling mom or aunt Urta so hard it’s like you’re a goddess of their Aspects. Good thing Dibella already covers those.”

“Why does everyone keep referring to her when describing me?” Honestly, Brennie keeps hearing the same praise when it comes to her. She hasn’t even met the damned goddess. “Anyway, I was kinda getting sick of tying my hair up. No idea why I did it, because I never tied my hair up as a male.”

“What? Ma, are you talking about ‘letting your hair down’? That’s just a phrase meaning you’re letting loose and it’s sexy, you know that right?” Donga asked in bemusement as her sugary snatch slicked with her sticky sweetness with every movement of Brennie’s fingers.

“Sorry. Old habits.” Brennie sighed at having missed the point. “Now then, let’s-.”

“I see my employee has brought me something quite interesting.” They paused and looked at the incredibly sexy pale-skinned woman with black straight hare who wore a dark purple robe so exposing she might as well have been naked. “However, he clearly didn’t know about the contents since he just cast a locking spell on this tiny box and made off with it.”

“Oh shit, uh, hi? Are you one of the Daedric Princes?” Donga asked.

“Yes, although, considering the limitations imposed by all of the dimensional nonsense, I suppose Daedric Princess is more apt now.” Nocturnal huffed as she looked them over. “Now then, unfortunately for my employee, I do not deal in Slavery. That is Molag’s sphere. I’ll need you to vacate this box and take your friend’s gift from my new brother with you so my employees don’t experience a violent backlash on their Luck.”

“No.” Brennie replied with a deadpan expression and tone.

“Excuse me? Did I stutter? I am not asking.” Nocturnal leered, only for Brennie to lash out and grab the Princess so quickly that she couldn’t react and ended up pinned to the bed with shock on her face.

“And I’m not here to negotiate, I’m here to fucking conquer. Now, shut up and take your punishment~.” Brennie growled as Donga locked the lid, trapping Nocturnal in with them. “You’ll learn not to demand things of me!”

“Release-mm! Mmph! Mm~?!” Nocturnal moaned into Brennie’s lips and then began shuddering as Brennie moved the Daedra’s robe and panties aside to finger her. “Hm?! Hm~?!” The immortal goddess of Luck and Shadow orgasmed like a fresh virgin and Brennie broke the searing kiss to leave her panting and her eyes gazing off into space. “H-how?”

“Brennie seems to be channeling her wives a good deal while she’s here.” Donga giggled and slapped Brennie’s ass, which only made her growl and masturbate the jellied goddess pinned to the bed even harder.

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Shade’s spell led us, that is her, me, Twilight and Rainbow, across the city and to the cemetery. Although most local argonians preferred to be interred in the roots of a Hist Tree so that they may return from whence they came, Lilmoth was never originally an argonian city in the first place. That said, it always had a good non-argonian population, so it had a fairly respectably large cemetery.

We found the Haven Box and the Oghma Infinium placed conspicuously on top of a tombstone right near the main entrance of the cemetery. However, while Shade and I were relieved to have our book back, even if it is a borrowed book from Apocrypha, the Haven Box wouldn’t open. “I’ve tried every spell! It’s not responding and I’m afraid to try more mundane methods because they might damage the dimensional pocket inside.” Twilight fretted and we all felt pretty useless.

“At least we can head back to the campus for now, Twilight. I’m sure you can figure it out. Even if not, Neethsi’s gotta come back sometime and she’ll crack it open with a swish of her hips.” Rainbow assured her friend and even patted her on the arm while the four of us flew towards LUM. Oh, right, apparently due to our nigh-infinite magicka, Shade and I can fly in this form by channeling Levitation. Mysticism seems to be a very instinctive style of magic for us.

“I’m sure she can, I’m just worried about how upset Brennie might be.” Twilight mewled as she stroked the beautiful box. Said box suddenly snapped open and tossed three naked and naughty sexy ladies out of it, who Twilight thankfully didn’t fumble a telekinesis catch of. “Brennie?! Oh thank gosh, are you okay?!”

“Yeah. I was just teaching this sneaky twat, Nocty, not to fuck with me.” Brennie replied with a chuckle, slapping Nocty’s ass and getting a snort from the fucking incredibly hot bear-woman and the also incredibly sexy human woman.

“Rather, I think she taught me how to fuck with her.” The unnaturally beautiful human woman smirked and rubbed her lower abdomen. “My, I’ve never really partaken of the pleasures of the flesh so much or for so long before. I can see why Sanguine, Mephala, Dibella and Mara won’t shut up about it.”

“She’s still milking my cock.” The bear groaned. “Fuck, why did I let you convince me to summon it as a dildo?”

“Because it was fun watching her go from confused to enthused.” Brennie groped Nocturnal’s ass again and she looked at Brennie in clear enjoyment.

“Cumming~!” Dongo moaned as Nocturnal’s belly started growing.

“Mm~! This is the best summoning I’ve ever had~!” Nocturnal moaned and I rolled my eyes.

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