Ch.74

[Sundas, 27th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“*Yawn* How long were we sleeping?” I groaned as I rose from the bed floor finding Samantha and Daniel had left with Shade, possibly for more schooling since Shade was the more brainy of us two even if I’m more mechanically inclined. Neethsi was also gone, but I think she was doing government stuff. Huh, I didn't expect them to let me sleep in the most. I got up and looked around the box before I heard someone pop in.

“Ah, there you are.” I was surprised to see Hunter coming in to pay me a visit. “Sorry for barging in unannounced, but I hope you will hear me out.” He gave a brief bow while apologizing to me.

“Okay? Hear you out on what?” I asked, putting on a robe at the least since I didn’t feel too comfortable being nude in front of Hunter unless this was about sex, because I’m not about to say no if we’re responsible about it.

“Well, I may have paid a quick visit to Blackreach in Skyrim in order to crack open that glowing rock stuff they found.” Hunter showed me a mental image of what he was talking about to help me understand.

“The Aetherium? What did you do with it?” I asked curiously, because that stuff was mysterious.

“Nothing, really. I can’t do anything with it, not without the Aetherium Forge and I have no knowledge on how to make that stuff work.” Hunter answered with a shrug.

“Do you want me to find the forge? Why not ask Vartine? He found it before.” I voiced In confusion as I sat on the bed/floor. Nice it may be, but this box needs chairs of some kind. Do they have bean bag chairs here? If not I’ll invent them! Another patent for me!

“No need, I found it. I was wondering if it were possible to replicate it somehow. That’s why I went down there to see if it can be done, but, after inspecting it, I’m not sure if it’s even doable.” Hunter shrugged with a shake of his head and I tilted my head in confusion.

“Why not? Is this why you came to me?” I may have a hammer that gives me godly crafting powers, but it’s not like I can figure out how something works that way.

“Yes, let me show you.” Using his psychic powers again, he showed me the Forge in all its glory, but now I understood why he thought it was impossible to replicate. There were just some things we don’t have in Lilmoth that could help the replicated Forge live up to the original’s standard. Not to mention it’s powered by geo-thermal energy, something Black Marsh doesn’t have.

“Hm, so what would you need me to do?” I asked as I laid down on the bed at his feet.

“Nothing yet. I thought I’d inform you about it since you specialize in forging and tinkering, but besides that; there seem to be no signs of Falmer in the area. It’s like they all died out or something.” Hunter answered while tilting his head to the right.

“I think I heard the Skaven were making them back into proper Snow Elves? I think?” I pondered on the rumors I’ve been hearing. I’m staying away from politics as much as possible after all.

“Do people even want them back?” Hunter asked as he tilted his head to the left now. “I know the Nords wouldn’t want them back, considering their history.”

“I don’t know. I think the Skaven would be in charge of them and their former insect slaves.” I said booping his foot with my nose. Huh...his boots smell like ozone.

“Are you worried about my sister, Brennie?” And there it is. I may be trying to avoid politics and other similar things, but even though it was my day off, I heard enough while out shopping to know that the majority of the soldiers assigned to Lilmoth rapidly deployed somewhere through the Wayshrine, leaving Neethsi, Shade and I here.

“Yes, I am. I’m very worried for Brennie.” I sighed and tried not to dwell, she is a powerful deity of war and other similar stuff, she can take care of herself.

“They’re doing fine from what I’ve heard thus far.” Hunter assured me as he knelt down and started petting my head.

“That’s good. How have you been? Do you remember me?” I asked, having met Hunter once before I think, with Brennie when they helped me deal with a small Hell invasion in my old world. A lot of good that ended up doing, with my old world ceasing to fucking exist.

“I think so, yes. I remember a tomb of sorts where you used to live, I think that was Slayer’s tomb with some demonic skull in place to keep him locked up.” Hunter answered from what he could remember.

“Who?” I was confused as to who Slayer was. Also, what tomb? I don’t remember a tomb.

“Todd.”

“Todd?!” I jumped, but then felt a little light headed. I knew of Todd and his sister Penny. So Todd’s alive with the Marines, where’s Penny? Ow my head.

“Whoa, easy! Slow down.” Hunter said urgently as he helped steady me.

“Sorry, just feels like I got split up in three pieces for a moment.” I groaned as I remembered Todd and how he used to just silently walk in the background while Penny chirped and rushed about. “Is Todd okay? Have you met his sister?”

“Sister? What sister? He hasn’t made any mention of having a sister.” Hunter asked in confusion.

“Penny. His little sister. Todd was my Best friend and Penny or was Penny just our mutual friend? Sorry my head is still mixing up bits of my past I think, but we both knew Penny, she cosplayed as a Big Sister!” I whined as I rubbed my head.

“Penny...why does that sound and feel so familiar? I know you’re not talking about my wife’s sister, Penny Inoue Shepard.” Hunter grunted in pain suddenly, grabbing his own head.

“She’s in on the graylisted Displaced.” Hermais said when she slithered through a wormhole. “His world has been marked with a travel warning ever since we found it. This guy, not the other Displaced with him, loves impregnating any girl he meets and can be a bit possessive. He’s also a god of fertility, sex and commerce like mom, but if she was one gender and a bit more...corrupt. He’s not a good guy, but not a bad guy.”

“And who is this?” I asked.

“Victor Lazorus or something. Technically, you’re married to him and also Penny.” Hermais explained.

“What?” I asked in confusion while I looked at Hunter.

“Uh, wasn’t he some sort of Bounty Hunter or something?” Hunter asked Hermais as even he was confused.

“Yes. In his own world he grew into an extreme of his desires. He’s also kinda selfish and fucked a version of me until said version diverged so much from my timeline that she turned into the Chaotic Spirit of Sex.” Hermais informed us with a frown.

“But I’m married to this...guy?” I asked, trying to be polite, because I cannot imagine it.

“Yes and no. A Version of you is, only to break it off before you ended up here. The one Eris and I didn’t save from the fate you ended up. She was the reason for your Dragon Break, her fleeing caused it and messed your world up so much that this has happened. Marian Fall is what Eris named her. Marian Cyber is the one we saved. And you’re Marian-Rei or Meen-Rei.” Hermais explained, which only made me even more horrified.

“So, what you’re saying is that...we’ve met each other multiple times before?” Hunter questioned the avian noodle.

“Yes, kinda. Again we graylisted Victor’s world for many reasons, some being the same as we blacklisted Meen-Rei’s world, but we allowed limited travel there for authorized personnel back in the day. His world is why our Displacement Bureau is the way it is.” Hermais continued.

“...I need to lie down and sleep this bullshit off.” I can’t blame Hunter as he transformed into his own anthro wolf form, then took off his cloak and armor before he lied down.

“Hey, I knew his world was bullshit. Why do you think I never placed it down as a place to help? He was already way too overpowered. We only let Todd over because Hell Invaded for a small scouting.” Hermais huffed and lied down with us. “Look, his world is weird and not something we need to worry about. At most there's some kids of his in our realms, which in hindsight might be why things are kinda crazy.”

“Not my problem.” I groaned, rubbing my face in annoyance.

“I know, just telling Hunter. Look, Penny is happy, but Todd hasn’t visited her or the other you. I’m unsure if he even wants to visit them.” Hermais explained. “Him meeting you? I’m unsure. It’s up to Slayer if he wants to see you again.”

“Don’t make me shove you into my underwear and keep you there.” Hunter snorted as he tried to get some sleep.

“Fine, fine.” Hermais said before poofing away.

“You keep people in your pants?” I chuckled with amusement at the idea.

“One of my wives is living inside there right now.” Hunter answered with a sigh.

“Huh? Really, crap.” I said with a mystified look at his crotch.

“Unf~! Now she’s sucking me off.” Hunter grunted as I caught a whiff of his musk.

“I can smell it.” I groaned as my breasts swelled up and my tail leaked pre. “So, um, what did you want to make with the Aetherium Forge?” I asked to try and distract myself from the arousal.

“S-some specialized weapons to counter the daedra.” Hunter huffed as he twitched in pleasure.

“R-really?” I tried not to get too turned on and be professional right now, all while the dracowolf rubbed his crotch.

“Or perhaps m-make those exo suits Brennie’s been on about for the troops. Anything to give us an edge over Molag Bal.” Hunter groaned in pleasure.

“That sounds really good.” I shivered and tried to move away, but my body refused to pull away from Hunter.

“H-hey, uh, you’re in my personal space!” Hunter yelped as I crawled over him, peeling his undergarment away until that glorious schlong of his popped up, seeing a husky anthro occupied with his enormous basketball-sized gurgling cum spheres. Wow, he wasn’t kidding.

“Wow.” I said, blinking at his cock before licking it. This elicited a moan from Hunter before feeling him grabbing hold of my hips, pulling down until my sopping wet pussy was in his face. Soon I felt him licking me in return. “Hm, ah, Hunter~.” I cooed with a look at his husky wife who was playfully squinting her eyes at me as she still licked and groped his nuts.

“You made the first move, I’m only returning the gesture in kind~.” Hunter growled in pleasure as he kept up his licking and teasing at my folds.

“Mm, ah, oo~.” I cooed before I started sucking the head of his cock. Fuck his cock is massive!

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“Hm, I feel like I’m missing out on something fun.” Brennie grumbled in annoyance as she and Miun-La were busy with the last of the paperwork.

“Does it involve sex?” Miun-La questioned as he finished with the last paper.

“Yeah, I think so.” Brennie huffed as she folded her arms and pouted. “I bet it’s Meen-Rei and my brother Hunter going at it back in Lilmoth.” Miun-La raised a brow before his tail circled around her waist, making her squeak and blush. “Eek!” She was not expecting this!

“My dear general, if you are in need of help, all you have to do is ask and I’ll take care of it.” Brennie shivered as her commander became so flirtatious all of a sudden. “I’ll admit, this would be my first time in a long while and I don’t want to disappoint my lady.”

“Y-you’re doing a really good job at convincing me.” Brennie shuddered as Miun held out a hand for her to take. “Well, we never got a chance to go out on a date before all of this nonsense.” Not that she’d considered it originally considering Miun-La was a policeman first, soldier second.

“Indeed, so why don’t we plan on that another time and get straight into the action~?” Miun-La purred as he pulled Brennie up to her feet and led her to someplace more private. Said place seemed to be the private quarters of an officer attached to said office.

“Oh, yes, let’s.” Brennie said with a gleam in her eye and a lick of her pouty lips.

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Zaeza was nervous. She didn’t know how people courted in Tamriel. Was it at all like Tsaesci courtship? Would she need to share her blood with her intended mate before or after being wed? Did they share blood at all? Vampirism was considered evil in Tamriel, wasn’t it?

These thoughts raced through her mind as she looked at herself in the mirror. This finery, these kimono and obi, they were of a courtly mistress to a lord, not a commoner like her. It felt so heavy and burdensome, like a weight pulling on her.

However, her female pride called attention to how, even starved and thinned, she cut a regal and beautiful visage. The kimono, while not what she would prefer to wear, enhanced this. Her lustrous golden scales were accented by the light purples and dark blacks of the kimono she was given to pretty herself for presenting her to her new lovers.

“Mother, you are so pretty.” Zaeza’s heart fluttered at her son’s biased but earnest claim.

“Yes, but you are so handsome my little snakeling.” Zaeza hissed lovingly at her child, who as a bastard, had no name. Were he born female she could’ve named him, but by her people’s traditions, a bastard son received no name until he chose one for himself or encountered his wayward father later in life to demand a name.

To her shame, he was the product of a one-night stand with a dashing soldier who died fighting against the Kamal shortly after they copulated. Hopefully, if she was wed, she could ask them to name him if Tamriel’s gender restrictions were less, well, strict.

“Are you sure, mother? I feel like I’m going to drown in all of this silk.” Her son huffed as he fiddled with the obi of his much simpler black kimono and divided hakama pants. He seemed like a little lord~! It filled her with so much motherly pride to see him so dashing!

“Yes hatchling, you are so handsome I am having trouble not striking kisses upon your brow.” Zaeza hissed lovingly at her son and he shyly hid his snout behind the sleeves of his new clothes. “Now then, let us be ready. Our ships are landing in the bay outside of one of the great cities of Black Marsh and-.”

“Hello there!” A pink Tamrielan in a frumpy commoner’s day dress chirped after appearing out of thin air, causing Zaeza to rear back in shock with her hood flaring. “I’m Pinkamena Diane Pie! I’ll be your guide until we reach my friend!” The female, for how could any creature with such a thick and motherly yet muscular figure be anything but female, introduced herself while bouncing on her hooves, sending the large orbs contained in her tunic shaking.

“Ah-uh, yes. Greetings. I am Zaeza.” Good gosh! This female was so enticing! She hasn’t seen any female with breasts as glorious! Not even the Tang Mo or Ka’Po’Tun produced females with a bosom so magnificently large and bouncy! The Kamal all look like hairy carpets and the females look like the males, so the less thought in that direction the better.

“I can feel you looking~! These are for Dar-Ja though, nobody else!” Pinkamena chirped with a hearty heft of her sultry chest melons. “Don’t worry, although they don’t know about it, the girls you’re going to be introduced to are real swell gals. You could say they’re bursting with fulfilling amounts of love!” Zaeza felt like she was hinting at something, something that had her yearning.

“Y-you do not say? I hope so.” Zaeza gulped dryly, now extremely turned-on and antsy to meet these people she’d been traded to for her people’s right to get established here.

“Yeppers! Oh! You’ll need these!” Pinkamena reached into her hip satchel and retrieved several pieces of jewelry, all made of gold aside from the large purple pearl. “I’ll help you put them on. Go into the next room little guy, your mama needs to strip down.” S-strip?!

“Are you okay, mama? Do you need me to scream?” Her observant and caring son asked worriedly, but Zaeza shook her head, her hood still flared with arousal from this odd encounter and gestured for him to leave them alone. “Very well, mother. I’ll be listening in the next room.” He left them alone and Zaeza nervously untied her obi to open her kimono.

“Ask the warriors in gray cloaks if you have any questions, little guy! Don’t be scared of them, they won’t bite!” Pinkamena called out to her son as she prepared the jewelry.

“Warriors in gray?” Zaeza asked as the pink female with poofy, curly darker pink hair took the pearl and began pressing it into Zaeza’s navel. Oo~! W-what is that?! It feels so good~!

“Most of our military had to deploy to another region to help the people in trouble. The warriors in gray along with others from their race have offered to watch over our city. They call themselves Night Sentinels and they’re pretty cool once you get to know them. Everyone refers to them as Sentinels.” Pinkie explained to Zaeza after she rubbed the area around her bejeweled belly button, which felt very good and made her tail and hood twitch.

“Ah I-I see~.” Zaeza cooed as golden anklets were put on and then matching bangles on her wrists. Then came a collar. A tool often used to label a slave, but this was too ornate, too high quality to be a slave collar. When it clicked around the base of her throat, Zaeza felt oddly at ease. Then came the odd gold beads on rods. “Where will those go?”

“Now, this would normally really hurt, but these are magic, so just close your eyes if you don’t wanna watch.” Pinkamena pulled one bead off to reveal it was a piercing! Tsaesci didn’t practice piercing like the Tang Mo and Ka’Po’Tun did! She watched it near her petite left nipple and she closed her eyes, waiting for pain, but after a bit she opened her eyes to blink at the oddly smaller than before beads now pressed on the sides of her nipples. “Painless~!” Whew.

“So, what is the purpose of these...accessories?” Zaeza squeaked when Pinkamena revealed another one and descended down her body to her vagina. I-is that last one g-going…?!

“You’ll see soon~.” Pinkamena winked and then Zaeza closed her eyes again.

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