Ch.62

[Middas, 16th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

Thankfully the commotion from yesterday was High King Bloodraven arriving and demanding to know why there was such a ruckus being stirred by the guards of his city. Fortunately and unexpectedly, Neethsi was with him! Sadly, she informed us it was because she needed to officially inform Elisif that she was pregnant with Vartine’s children, so that meant she was unable to help us deal with the daedra.

However, it didn’t mean she couldn’t sleep with us~! “Morning~.” I cooed as I groped Neethsi’s milky white tits with my head nestled between them as I looked up at her with my tail wagging.

“Mm, morning. If this is a sight I’ll wake up to regularly I’m beyond happy to be married soon.” Neethsi crooned and smooched my lips before sitting up with me. “Where’s Shade?”

“Shade’s chatting up Sybille about magic. That vampire is a bit creepy, but at least she waited for Shade to wake up to talk shop.” I huffed and then rubbed Neethsi’s faint abs. Despite her physical prowess, Neethsi had a body that was akin to a dancer’s or a swimmer’s if you ignored her thicc ass and thighs or massive bust. “So, you have little dragon eggs growing in here?”

“Yeah. Damn Akatosh, how was I supposed to know he’d ‘adopted’ me? How was I supposed to know my very soul would demand I breed Vartine? The only reason I even know any Dovahzul is because of intellectual curiosity.” Neethsi grumbled and gently squeezed my hands against her stomach. “You aren’t mad?”

“No. I told you this last night. You can’t upset me unless you purposefully do something to hurt me.” I insisted to my future wife and leaned in to kiss-.

“Eeeh~!” A child cheered as they ran down the hall and ruined the mood, yet made us both smile. That must be one of Bloodraven’s kids. The man had a bleeding heart for orphans and all kinds of children. He basically ended up disbanding the Honorhall Orphanage and moved it to Whiterun since Whiterun is centrally located, then opened one here in Solitude. The orphans all call him Papa Vartine. He was a great man for this alone, not even counting all of his exploits.

There was also the fact that he was a total horndog and his wife adored children too, so they balanced out. “Well, I guess that’s our alarm clock.” Neethsi joked and we got out of bed, but Neethsi ran her hands over my body instead of getting dressed. “Mm~ you’re sculpted like a statue, Rei~. You’re easily the finest specimen of fitness I’ve seen in all my centuries.”

“So people keep telling me~.” I giggled, feeling so sexy right now. I mean, I guess I’m sorta becoming this world’s Ranma, only I’m a herm instead of gender-swapping. I’m also not a shortstack like Ranma’s female form. “Now, let’s get breakfast and face the day.”

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“So...this is it?” Sadly asked an iridescent white skaven slime woman with a body to rival Brennie’s. She also had draconic horns and three tails. She was holding Brennie’s hands and looked moments away from weeping. “This is the last We’ll see of you for possibly eons?”

“Yes.” Brennie nodded as she caressed Wiatr’s hands with her thumbs. “I know this is sudden, but it must happen.”

“Can’t you at least visit? Paradise is the place where our daughters have been experimenting, you know? The cum reservoir turned into its own demiplane? You could easily stop by.” Wiatr implored her beloved wife. “I mean, you remember it don’t you? It’s the place they would drag you to when they rapidly bred you, it’s where the Demons of Hell got their chance to have their souls restored and become people again.”

“Yes, I remember, but I can’t visit you. The moment I set foot in Paradise, is the moment I abandon those I’m leading into Hell. I can’t do that to them.” Brennie reasoned with a heavy sigh.

“Then you won’t be alone.” A voice stated as the two saw, not only Urta, but as well as Slayer, Pillar, Collateral and Carnage, along with Carnage's wife Daisy. She was equally as bloodthirsty as her husband and wasn’t about to sit back and let him have all the action. “For fuck’s sake, I’m not losing you again. Hell ripping open your entire universe was scary enough and nothing you say will deter me or the others from this.” Urta declared with certainty.

“What about Shepard?” Brennie questioned and Urta wilted a bit. “Your adopted twin or not, she tires of War unlike us. My decision not to visit doesn’t have to extend to you all. I simply must stay because if I don’t, then who will?”

“Thanks Brennie.” Urta softly smiled and then regained her composure. “That said, we’re with you. We’ll even act as nothing besides your elites if your plans don’t call for us to be in a command structure.”

“That or we can swap around on who takes command now and then. The only time we all take up command is when we gain territory, for now we defend and shore up fortifications. Until that time comes, we need to help Meen-Rei and the others. Now all I need to do is make an appointment for a council meeting with the Pact.” Brennie stated before the assassin appeared out from behind her with a cheery wave. “Oh, just the person I need.”

“I’ll take whoever’s gonna be doing that where they need to go. It’s part of my writ, so I won’t have to deal with paperwork either!” The Tong Agent announced before finally pulling off her head-encompassing chitin helmet to reveal a blatantly beautiful elven woman who couldn’t be older than her twenties, preposterously young for an elf. “I’m Felsa, no surname, no House.”

“Nice to finally know you, Felsa.” Brennie smiled at the womer.

“You already know me more than anyone else. The rest are all dead.” Felsa smiled darkly, her pearly white teeth on her beautiful face somehow making it more menacing. “So, who am I taking into the lion’s den of bureaucracy?”

“I’ll go.” Pillar answered, the towering 14 foot tall man who had to crouch indoors, especially since he wore ornate, pristine, custom-made Terminator armor, one that radiates awe-inspiring majesty. Especially since unlike the originals from 40K, it was much less bulky and streamlined, but still followed the same design otherwise. Coupled with Reinhardt’s rocket booster on the back and deployable energy shield. “I will speak for us all.”

“Oo~ big boy. You’ll get those old fetchers up in a tizzy for sure. I like it. Come along then, I have a scroll to get us to Vivec in a hurry.” Felsa approached the room-dominating armored man and slapped an open scroll to his chest that made them both vanish. At least now things can get moving-.

“Brennie~! P-Pandora won’t stop playing with me~!” Twilight whined from the next room over and Brennie winced. Right, she wasn’t leaving this world until it’s immediate danger was passed and Eris transferred their babies to her womb, which promptly overwhelmed poor Twilight since even though she has all the piercings and the Navel Pearl, she’s never been in this situation.

“You go deal with your new wife, Brennie, we’ll get things started.” Urta tittered and Wiatr tearfully kissed Brennie before sniffling and vanishing before she could properly cry.

Seeing Wiatr go surprisingly hurt more than she imagined. “Brennie-ahn~! Shtahp it, Pandora~!” Twilight wailed and Brennie sprinted into her room to help her.

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“These manlings, so eager to boast yet so slow to act.” The Atmoran grumbled as he lamented his inability to properly face this threat to the world. The daemons or daedra as the locals call them, had hidden their incursion point deep in the caverns and catacombs beneath this admittedly beautiful city of theirs within the mountain. Sometimes being big has its downsides.

At least he could stand vigil outside of the main natural entrance point and free up more of the local soldiers to actually go into the hole and fight like men. Only cowards leave the beasts alone under the assumption they’ll stay in their dens. “Hmph, pathetic.” He grumbled after he swept his sword, a simple arming sword to him, but a massive greatsword to the manlings, through several of the miniscule fell beasts in one swing.

The pile of corpses was getting big enough he may be able to plug the cave entrance with them, but he’ll consider that once he gets suitably bored.

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“So, it’s no issue?” Neethsi asked and Elisif kindly smiled with a gentle hand clasping Neethsi’s scaly one.

“I already told you that while unfortunate, you had no control over the situation. If the gods demand that my husband sow his oats in other fields, then I won’t begrudge it. Besides, he at least brings home very fun guests.” Elisif smiled winningly up at Neethsi, who faintly blushed and looked away. “Now eat. You’re eating for more than one now.”

“I’ll endeavor to, I’m just so used to subsisting off of my magicka that it’s hard to force myself to eat when I rarely feel hunger.” Neethsi said and then looked across the dining hall where Meen-Rei, rather bafflingly, had somehow wound up giving a few guards impromptu training in a martial art that Neethsi had never seen, while Shade and Sybille were giggling and whispering magical secrets that those around chose to give them space for. “I apologize for my fiances and their rather...eccentric behavior.”

“Dear, I’m married to the Dragonborn, I’ve seen more odd things in the past decades than most.” Elisif then gestured at Allison, who was behaving, but clearly out of bemusement and interest rather than a wish to behave. Her attention seemed torn between glaring at Vartine, staring at Neethsi or watching Rei and Shay at their antics. “I mean, my people’s deity of destruction and the herald of the End Times is sitting at my breakfast table nibbling on sausage as she rubbernecks.”

“That is rather odd, yes.” Neethsi admitted before she tensed when Allison grabbed her plate and moved closer to sit next to Neethsi. She then baffled the argonian by scraping half of her piled plate of meats and eggs onto Neethsi’s untouched plate.

“Eat. As your queen, I demand you feed those new lives in your womb.” Allison ordered before properly digging into her own meal and Neethsi shared a surprised look with Elisif before she decided to force herself to eat. She had no idea how genuinely hungry she was.

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“Again!” I demanded and watched the guards I’d dragged into the castle’s training barracks spar as I paced, watching them like a stalking predator. Vartine told me that he needed time to muster his men, since he’d already devoted a full third of Skyrim’s military to cooperative Pact operations. So, here I am, falling back on being a sensei and using half of my attention to read from the Oghma Infinium on some of the magic martial arts that Shade already learned.

“Ma’am, don’t you think needing to have healing from your sister for broken bones twice by now is enough strain for a day?” The guard captain, who I didn’t know the name of and didn’t rightly care about at the moment, beta-male asked me instead of ordering like he should have.

“Which do you prefer, broken bones? Or broken homes?” I demanded with a glare into his eyes and he crumpled like a house of cards. “I’m training your men so that when they are fighting in extreme close-quarters, they aren’t immediately overtaken by the tide of daedric vermin filling this mountain.” I snipped at the docile guard captain, who was clearly just a functional overseer rather than a battle-hardened warrior. I’d have thrown him into the training too, but he was stuck overseeing us. I give him five minutes the moment the fighting starts.

“Sis, you’re being a bit too intense right now.” Shade chided me as she swept her hands over the room and a golden wave of light washed over everyone and the tired warriors, reinvigorated, went at their opponents with even more enthusiasm. Unlike this captain, these were real men. They were also wearing just short-leg trousers, exposing rippling muscles, glistening with sweat.

Yum. “I’ll dial it back a bit, not on them, but on this whelp.” I looked down my snout at the captain, who despite being near my height, still visibly shrunk a bit at my superior gaze. “Pray that you don’t go into the holes with them. You wouldn’t last more than a few minutes.” I stated and his men seemed about to come to his defense, but my sharp green gaze quelled them into remaining silent and continuing their training.

“I...I will defer to your superior judgment.” He grumbled and turned to focus on watching his men become even greater than they already were. “Still...despite my unenviable position right now, this is like a scene out of one of Gaiden Shinji’s epics. To see my men trained in such a way gives me hope that they’ll return in one piece.”

“That’s why I’m doing this.” I then paused when a rumbling roar echoed in the large chamber and all the men staggered away. I felt my body heat up in embarrassment. Th-that was my stomach! “A-ah...I’ll...be back. Don’t stop!” I looked at Shade who scurried to follow me out of the barracks and realized that massive embarrassment wasn’t just my stomach.

“We haven’t had any magicka!” Shade hissed at me and I nodded with urgency. Unlike normal bodies, ours operated on magicka, but we haven’t been drinking Rarity or Neethsi’s magicka infused milk or cum lately even with the naughty fun we’ve been having, we also haven’t been drinking magicka potions. “We need to find Sybille or Neethsi now.”

“The former for potions, the latter for fluids, I know.” I replied as we emerged into the main area of the Blue Palace and a peek into the throne room showed the court in session with Sybille in attendance. Damn, she’s out. Hopefully Neethsi didn’t head back to Raven Rock yet. We went into the private wing of the palace and sniffed out the powerful magicka signature.

“What are you doing here?” Demanded a beautiful pale skinned, dark haired and amber-eyed nord woman when we entered what had to be her room.

“Damn it, did Neethsi return to Raven Rock?” I asked the woman, who was clearly Serana, as I sniffed and tried to sense Neethsi.

“Yes, why? Oh, you’re her fiances?” We nodded. “Then you’re guests. Welcome to my room, feel free to barge in for some odd reason.” Our bellowing bellies announced the reason and I felt absolutely mortified as Serana blinked at us. “Well...we have food here and you did just eat, so I’m guessing this is a...unique situation?”

“We’re manavores. We eat magicka. Magicka potions are nice, but absorbing spells or concentrated magicka is best.” Shade told the vampire and she put her book aside.

“Well, you came to the right person. Aside from Sybille I’m the strongest mage in Solitude. Come here and I’ll cast some spells on you.” We eagerly did so and she clasped our hands before they lit with fire. We moaned at the odd pleasure and satisfaction of absorbing the magical flames instead of feeling their bite. It was like ASMR all over my body.

Soon enough, we were on our knees, practically worshiping Serana by running a free hand along her thighs as we closed our eyes and rested against her. She ran out of magicka eventually and we whined pitifully in disappointment, but still nuzzled her thighs in gratitude.

“Sorry, that’s all I’ve got.” Serana petted our heads with a tired yet satisfied smile. “You two are adorable. I can see why Neethsi wants to marry both of you. Twins are always hard to pass up.”

“Thanks. That’ll hold us over until we can reunite with Neethsi or someone attacks us with magic for some reason.” I smiled at her and tried to stand, but I felt so weak. “Eugh, what?” Serana immediately realized something was wrong and she helped carry us over to her bed where we weakly cuddled each other. “Shade, any idea what’s up?”

“I think it’s because we’re not in our True Forms and absorbed so much magicka indirectly instead of through infusions or potions.” Shade theorized as Serana ran her hands along our arms.

“Wow. Your magicka pathways are all clogged up. I’m guessing this is the first time you’ve actually absorbed spells instead of pure magicka?” We weakly nodded. “That’d do it. I’ve met several people born under the Atronach. They mentioned that being an atronach is like being a dammed reservoir. If you don’t let water out, it’ll build up and start to cause a lot of debris to clog up your outlets. In this case it’s the reverse, you just used channels you hadn’t before.”

“Ouch...we should get fed this way more so we don’t get incapacitated. Could you head down to the barracks or tell someone to, in order to tell them I’m out of commission for the day, but not to stop practicing?” I requested and Serana patted my head before leaving us alone. “Damn. We really know so little about our bodies, sis.” A snore...she’s asleep. Well...good idea...zzz.

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“What do you mean they’re gone?!” Brennie demanded from Miun-La, who winced at his commanding officer’s furious mood. Then again, nobody made a big fuss about Rei and Shay vanishing when they’re so damned important, so he could understand her fury.

“I mean, they left without warning. They’ve been gone since yesterday. They’re not registered members of our military, so they have the freedom to drop everything and leave at any moment.” Miun-La answered and Brennie rubbed her temples as she took calming breaths while muttering obscenities under said breath.

“Fucking dammit, that’s what Hunter meant before.” She should’ve known those two were out of town.

“Might I suggest asking Lady Rarity? Or contacting Lady Nerevarine? Surely they would’ve told their significant others where they were going.” Miun-La said with a look at one of the guards in the office, who were there to act as runners to deliver orders, but Miun-La wasn’t the highest authority in the room.

“Yes, ask Rarity about their whereabouts.” Brennie sighed since she didn’t want to bother the seamstress. Rarity may be a tough mare in her own right, but she didn’t deal with stress well. “I should have sent Hunter to track them down and keep an eye on them.”

“Your people are fucking terrifying.” Miun-La stated his honest opinion regarding her family and people. Ever since they arrived out of the blue, it aroused mixed reactions from the local population. Some were in gobsmacked awe and others were fearful of these newcomers. “Have you heard anything back from your brother?”

“Not yet, though I’m pretty sure he’s giving the Council a run for their money. When it comes to these sorts of things, I leave it up to Pillar, he knows how to run a court. Word of advice: never fucking lie to him.” Brennie warned firmly.

“Considering I have no intention of speaking to him if I can help it, that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll get someone over to Lady Rarity while I bring Princess Sparkle up to date.” Miun-La bowed slightly and then left to begin the manhunt for the missing twins.

“I swear, what is it about Displaced? Not even thousands of years later do I get the sheer level of bullshit that’s involved with us.” Brennie sighed until Hunter crept out from the shadows. “You know what to do, find them and help them out as much as you can.” The silent Marine gave a short bow before disappearing.

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