Women of Dragon Blood

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A cold night wind swept through the streets of Markarth, the campfires flickering intermittently in the wind. A few Stormcloak soldiers patrolled with torches. The streets, carved from the stone walls, grew increasingly dark the lower levels of the town, especially the lower streets where moonlight couldn't reach. These were the gathering places for various gangs, criminals, and even Forsworn, the high crime rate so that patrolling guards always walked in groups.

Behind a dilapidated door on one of the lower streets, shacks housed many strange individuals and criminals who had distanced themselves from the townspeople. In this filthy, dark shack community, they perform the lowest and most insecure manual labor in the city, earning only a tacit permission to live there. The men in the shacks have no wives or children; their insatiable hunger for sex makes them fearless. But tonight, they receive a gift from heaven:

surrounded by a group of burly men is an incredibly beautiful Nord woman, stripped down to beige thigh-high stockings and long black gloves reaching her forearms. She is forced to straddle a man, her vulva... Her anus and mouth were being penetrated and thrust into by penises, and her hands were also grasping and stroking two other penises. Her long, golden hair reaching her waist, her beautiful face like a goddess, her curvaceous body, and her long legs were all covered in foul-smelling semen, indicating that she had been gang-raped here several times. "Ugh...uh...ugh...uh...hiss...uh...uh..."

The penises thrusting in and out of the woman's mouth forced her to moan with each ravaging, her lifeless blue eyes slowly drifting between the men;

"Hey! Where did you find this slut throwing herself at you?"

The man who was penetrating the woman's vagina looked up and asked another man who was drinking and resting in the corner;

"I opened the door to get some fresh air and saw this woman sitting by the door, rubbing herself and enjoying herself."

"Ah, so shameless? I didn't know there were such shameless Nord beauties!"

The woman suddenly broke free from the oral sex, shaking her head in protest, but the man quickly grabbed her head again and shoved his penis in, thrusting back and forth. "No, she's too pitiful, so we should pamper her and satisfy her, right?"
"Yes, yes! Whew, I'm going to cum, catch me!"

"Ugh! I'm going to... cum all... stop... ugh!"

The woman cried out incoherently, then reached her climax and cried out. The men also ejaculated their abundant semen into her vagina, anus, mouth, and body. After they finished, the men withdrew one after another, and the woman, still convulsing from her climax, collapsed to the ground, her body covered in semen, still trembling. Excess semen slowly overflowed from her vagina and anus. "Hey, not yet, get up."

The burly man wearing a necklace with saber teeth and tiger fangs was the leader of the gang in the shack. He got up, walked over, grabbed the woman's hair, and pulled her up. He knelt down and placed his penis in front of her face. The woman's face was flushed, and she breathed softly. She looked up and

stared blankly at the big man. "Suck it properly, or you'll regret it." The woman slowly reached out and hugged the man's legs, taking the thick penis into her mouth. She obediently sucked and licked it with her tongue. A wave of pleasure made the man grab her head again and start thrusting back and forth. The woman's full, erect breasts swayed with the thrusting and her moans. Soon, the man ejaculated into the woman's mouth. The woman struggled and broke free from the man's hand. "Swallow it all!" the man growled angrily.

The woman paused for a moment, then struggled to swallow the thick, sticky substance. After finally managing to swallow it, she obediently opened her mouth for the man to examine under his glare. "Very good," the man smiled, a smirk playing on his lips. "From now on, this slut is all yours. After you're done, take her back to my room."

"Wait...wait a minute..."

The leader stroked the woman's blonde hair before shoving her aside, grabbing his clothes, and heading back to his quarters. Before the woman could say anything, she was dragged back into the crowd and continued to be violated.

The leader paced around the room, sipping mead, his gaze falling on the pile of gleaming silver dragon scale armor, baggage, and weapons on the floor—all ripped from that whore's body. Intrigued, he picked up an armor piece to examine it; its unusually fine craftsmanship suggested an extraordinary origin. "Enchanted and silver-plated dragon scale armor, huh? Too bad it's all women's, but it'll still fetch a good price."

The shack lacked suitable blacksmithing tools, so the dragon scale armor set, perfectly fitting a woman's lithe body, had to be sold off when the opportunity arose. A quick glance at the bag revealed she had many other valuable items hidden inside, but a stunning beauty was far more alluring.

Half an hour later, the leader heard the sounds of intercourse outside the door cease, meaning the thugs had finally had their fill. "Boss! This bitch is yours! Share some of her good stuff with us!"

"Leave it! We'll divide it up tomorrow morning."

The door opened, and the woman, her hands bound behind her back, stumbled in, collapsing onto the tattered carpet. Panting heavily, the leader continued drinking, admiring the woman's seductive, lascivious demeanor. Even after being violated dozens of times and covered in sticky bodily fluids, her beautiful face and shapely figure remained incredibly alluring. "Please...please let me go..."

the woman pleaded breathlessly, as if drugged, but her pitiful expression only made her more seductive. The leader put down his empty bottle, walked over, and untied the rope binding the woman's wrists. He then pushed her to the ground, straddled her, and tied her hands behind her head. "...Ah...no...don't..." the woman moaned softly, twisting
her slender waist in struggle. The leader chuckled a few times, then reached for a half-dry cloth... Wiping the bodily fluids from the woman's pretty face and hair, the leader chuckled, "What could possibly make a beautiful female adventurer walk right into your trap?"

The woman's struggles paused, her face flushing even more, clearly because she was too ashamed to speak of the reason. The leader was even more reassured. "Heh, it's alright if you don't want to tell me."
He stroked her face, his fingers circling from her ear to her neck. "Ugh...no...I...I'll..."

"Ah? What will happen?"

The woman writhed beneath the leader, her full breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her aroused state enough to make a man almost ejaculate. He caressed her more deeply. "Stop...I'll...I can't..." "

You haven't answered what will happen yet, sir. What will happen?"

"Ugh...I'll..."

"If you speak properly, I'll give you a little reward."

The leader's muscular body tightened around the woman's body, his hands caressing the lower edge of her breasts and her neck. The woman writhed even more, her whole body trembling with the caresses, her upper body arching slightly to meet his advances. "I...I want it...I...I can't..."

"You want it? Okay, I'll give you a treat."

The leader suddenly leaned down, cupped the woman's pretty face, and kissed her deeply. "Mmm! Ugh! Mmm!" "...Hoo...Mmm..."

The woman struggled in terror, her eyes wide, but the forceful kiss made her lose her senses. The pleasure spreading from her mouth slowly made her stop resisting, surrendering to the strange, burly man before her. Her eyes became dazed as she responded to his forceful kiss, "Mmm...Ugh...Ugh..."

Lust overcame reason, and she completely stopped struggling, yielding to the man's desire. After kissing for a while, the man finally slowly pulled away. The woman stared at him with her mouth half-open, her eyes filled with longing. "Want it?"
He untied the ropes on the woman's wrists, picked her up, and sat her on the bed, making her straddle him. Being naked face-to-face with a strange man made the woman turn her head away in shame, but her body still honestly panted and trembled, "No...No, it can't be..."

The woman gasped and refused, but the leader grabbed her waist and thrust his thick penis into her vagina. "Ah! Ah...no..."

"Good girl, hold me tight."

The leader held her and began to thrust in and out. The shame of being violated and the pleasure overwhelmed her mind and body. The woman cried out with the rhythm, her hands involuntarily resting on the other man's shoulders, letting the man hold her body tightly and keep thrusting into the depths of her body. "Ah...ah...no...no...again...so much...it's coming...no...ah...ahhhhh!"

The pleasure was like a raging fire that consumed reason. The orgasm made her cry out in ecstasy. The strong man holding her tightly also filled her vagina with his abundant seed. "Ahhh...no...it's all in..."

"Hmph," the leader flipped them over and pressed her down beneath him. "Good girl, I haven't heard your name yet?"

The woman looked at the strong man in confusion and softly responded: "Frede...Fredelia..."

"A good name. What a pity. Beautiful Fredelia, from now on you are our woman."

"I...no...no...don't..."

"Really don't? But your body is saying yes, look how wet it is here..."

"No...that's because...ahhh!"

The leader inserted his fingers into Freytia's wet and sticky vagina, kneading it. The sudden pleasure made her arch her body and cry out uncontrollably. "Freytia is so thirsty, we can feed you properly every day from now on...what's that?"

The leader noticed a green light coming from Freytia's bag. He put Freytia down, got up, and went over to open the seal to check. It was a large book with a strangely shaped cover, and the green light was coming from the seams. "What kind of lousy book is this?"

The leader grabbed the book and shook it up and down. The green light didn't disappear but instead became stronger. There were all sorts of strange things on the continent of Tamriel. The leader didn't dare to open it himself for a moment. "Woman, tell me about this..."

He turned his head and asked Freytia, but saw a pottery jar flying towards his face!

"Boss! We heard a jar break! What happened?"

Gang members, armed with clubs and worn-out swords, gathered outside their leader's door, half of them still unclothed. There was no response from inside, but the faint sounds of dressing could be heard. "Boss! Are you there?"

Seeing no response, the thugs roared, preparing to rush in, when suddenly a woman's low growl came from behind the door, "Fus...ruda!" A powerful shockwave ripped open the door, blasting the thugs behind it away. They flew into the shack's hall, crashing into various places. After the impact, screams and groans filled the air. The remaining residents pushed open their doors to check, but seeing the chaotic scene outside, they quickly closed them again, seemingly unconcerned.
Freya put her silver dragonscale armor back on, her appearance returning to the dragon-blooded form known to all. Still physically exhausted, she clutched her chest, desperately running out of the shack, dodging the guards on the street, and fleeing the city. She ran as fast as she could, finally stopping in the grass by a river. She collapsed to her knees, sobbing, "Ugh...hoo..."

She removed her breastplate, armor shirt, and undergarment, exposing her full breasts and private parts. She then removed her gauntlets, kneeling and rubbing her breasts and nipples, inserting her fingers into her vagina, trying to relieve herself. She even recalled being gang-raped. "Ah...uh...ah...again...more...more...come into my body...ugh...haa..."

Finally reaching climax, Freya released as much as she could, even though it wasn't nearly enough. Exhausted, she collapsed to the ground, wanting more...wanting more...I was...so...

ashamed...Freya thought, slowly falling asleep. The book in her bag still emitted an eerie green light.

Chapter Two

Several months ago

Lakeside villa near Riverwood Town

"My love, the sun's high in the sky, the girls are all up."

With a gentle call, Freya opened her blue eyes, sleepily looking at the beautiful short-haired woman in front of her. "Sigh... let me sleep a little longer... I was so tired last night..."

Freya rolled over and pulled the blanket up to cover her head. Suddenly, she felt a pair of slender hands reach under the blanket, rubbing her breasts and caressing her naked body from behind. "Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak!"

"Ah! Haha... Hilya... no..."

A ticklish sensation made Freya cry out, laughing as she struggled in Hilya's hands. "I'll stay up all night with you, but I still got up to make breakfast."

Hilya continued to tickle and caress her lover until Freya finally surrendered. "Haha!" "Ah...okay...I'm getting up. If this keeps up...I'll want it again."

"Hey? You want it again so badly?"

Xi'erya stopped, but then half-buried herself under the covers, lying on top of Freya's naked body. Her dark eyes gazed deeply into Freya's blue eyes, and she reached out to stroke Freya's waist-length blonde hair. The naked Freya blushed shyly. Xi'erya smiled, kissed her lips, and then passionately intertwined her tongue with hers. "My...Dragonborn..."

"Mmm... Xi'er... Xi'erya..."

Freya couldn't help but reach out and hug Xi'erya tightly, her fingers slowly moving towards Xi'erya's top. Xi'erya stopped at this moment, smiling as she climbed out of the quilt, standing on the edge of the bed with her hands on her hips. "Oh! How cunning! You made me want it before..."

Freya sat up, hugging the quilt, pouting and complaining shyly. "Now is not a good time."
Xi'erya smiled mysteriously, then pointed to the doorway. Freya looked in the same direction. Standing there was another woman, with long, unkempt black hair flowing down her back, wearing a steel armor suit with everything except the breastplate removed. "My Baron and my esteemed Baroness, breakfast is ready."
"Lydia... Lydia..."

Compared to Lydia, who was struggling to suppress her laughter and pretending to be serious, Xi'erya laughed uncontrollably. Freya shyly hid back under the quilt.

“You don’t have to be so shy, Baron.”

Lydia helped Freya tie her hair into a low ponytail, then fastened her undergarments, and smoothly draped her outer robe over her body. “Lydia… I can do it myself.”

Freya blushed as she put on her outer robe and slipped on a pair of silver stockings. However, when she put on the second pair, she suddenly lost her balance and fell. Lydia reacted and caught her with both arms. “Ouch…”

Freya looked up at Lydia, who smiled and helped her up. “Ever since defeating Miraak, Baron has sometimes acted strangely,” Lydia said.

“You feel that way?”

Leaning against the wall, she breathed softly and replied,

“I’m not sure, but based on my past intimate experiences with you, it seems like you’ve become a little more sensitive?”
Freya blushed again at Lydia’s words, recalling the many intimate nights she had spent with Lydia during their travels before she met Celia. “It seems like it really is…”

"My Baron, if you need anything while the lady is away, Lydia is at your service."

Freya's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Lydia with immense shyness, then gently embraced her, their lips meeting in a kiss. "Baron... um... this is still... um... leave it for the lady..."
"Hmm..." Freya reluctantly released them. "Thank you for those days, for the... nights... I enjoyed them very much."

"Me too, you will always be my respected Baron. Also..." Lydia paused for a rare moment, "Breakfast is getting cold, please hurry, Baron."

"Okay, I understand."

In the armory at the front of the basement, Freya took off her outer garment and took down a set of silver dragon scale armor hanging on the dummy. First, she put on a pair of boots specially made in the shape of dragon claws, and then fastened the thigh scale armor. Next, she put on the inner vest of the breastplate, and then put on the real dragon scale breastplate on top of it. Finally, she put on black gloves on her arms, and then put on the bracers that combined dragon scales, moonstone and steel. The silver dragon scale plates extended from her upper arms to each finger. The helmet made in the shape of a dragon head was still on the dummy, and it was not needed today.
Two sets of light footsteps approached the entrance to the basement, and then the cover was lifted. Two girls climbed down the vertical ladder one after the other. "Mom! What kind of kung fu are you and Sister Lydia going to teach us today?"

The girl with short brown hair grabbed her wooden sword and asked impatiently.

"Last time you taught us basic defense. Are you going to start teaching us attack?"

The other girl with long black hair also tied her wooden sword to her waist and asked politely with her hands behind her back.
"Today, Lydia will teach you the last few moves of the defensive techniques, and then we'll demonstrate the offensive sword techniques together for you to practice." Freya said, taking a dulled elven practice longsword from the sword rack. She then looked at the black-haired girl, "Noel, your defensive movements are quite solid, but your reactions could be a little faster." Then she looked at the eager brown-haired girl, "Lily, it's good to have counterattacks in your defense, but if you don't master the defensive movements, you'll be overwhelmed before you can even counterattack."

"Ha! I won't let the enemy have a chance to break through!"

"Hmph, you couldn't even stop me several times!"

The two girls winked and bickered as they listened. Freya looked at her two daughters, whom she had adopted from the orphanage, and smiled with amusement and warmth. Every time she returned from a long journey, it was the smiles of her wife and daughters that eased her fatigue and loneliness.

"You two go find Lydia first, Mom needs to find some things."

"Okay!"

Just as nimbly as when they came in, the two girls quickly climbed the ladder and headed outside.

The back half of the basement was a blacksmith's workshop, with a blast furnace in the center and sharpening machines and workbenches for strengthening armor and weapons next to it. Several barrels stored various materials, and several cabinets stored various weapons and armor sets that she no longer needed but couldn't bear to throw away or sell.

Freya opened one of the weapon cabinets, which contained only a few thick, strange books, each carefully bound with a leather strap. A faint green light seeped from the gaps between the pages. Could it be... that the changes in her body were related to this?
She remembered the advice Hermes had given her when she had just defeated Miraak: if she didn't convert to it, she would end up like Miraak.

She grabbed a book at random and unbuckled the strap. The green light shining through the gaps seemed tempting, but if it weren't for Solserheim opening it, she would only see its shadow for a moment. Freya opened the book without suspicion.
"Mom is so slow!" Lily pouted and complained.

"The Baron is taking a while indeed."

Lydia looked back at the house, quite puzzled. "You all practice your defensive stances first, no sparring allowed."
"Yes!"

The daughters drew their wooden swords and began practicing. Lydia went inside, went to the basement entrance, lifted the door, and called down, "Baron, it's time to come up."

There was no response. Lydia looked down, puzzled. There seemed to be faint breathing sounds coming from inside. She climbed downstairs and went into the basement to check, then looked from the armory towards the blacksmith's workshop. "Baron?"

In the corner of the blacksmith's workshop, numerous dark green tentacles with pupils emerged from a book on the floor, binding Freya's body and pushing her against the wall. The tentacles pulled her hands above her head and tied them behind her back, removing the dragon scale armor except for her boots. They continuously secreted a translucent mucus, wrapping and caressing every inch of her skin from her legs to her arms, even burrowing into her mouth and binding her eyes so she couldn't see anything. "Freya!"

"Ugh... Lady... Ugh... Ugh..."

After her armor was stripped off, tentacles tore open Freytia's armor shirt and undergarment, wrapping and kneading her full breasts, the tips teasing her already erect nipples, then forming trumpet shapes to suck on them. Several thicker tentacles moved around her slender waist, wrapping and caressing her beautiful body. Other tentacles burrowed into her thigh stockings, gloves, and boots to further rub her limbs. Freytia moaned incoherently, her cheeks flushed crimson from the violation and caresses. "Let her go!"

Ladydia drew her sword and slashed at the tentacles, but it was as if she had hit thin air. With the bullying and caresses of numerous invisible tentacles, Freytia's moans turned into soft gasps, her body almost surrendering to the helpless lust. Then the tentacles lifted her thighs and moved towards her private parts and crotch. "It's no use! These things are invisible!" Ladydia shouted in panic.

"Mmm... Waaah... Mmm... Book..."

"Book!?"

Freytia tilted her head back, making muffled sounds. Lydia looked at the thick book on the ground, spread it out, and slammed it shut. The tentacles vanished at the same time, and Freytia slid off the wall to the ground. "Ugh... Lydia..."

Freytia opened her eyes in a daze, panting, as Lydia rushed to her side. The latter hugged her tightly. "Freytia! Cheer up!" Lydia grabbed

her snow-white shoulders and shook her, asking urgently.

"Uh... I'm fine... I'm... okay..."

Freytia sat on the ground, half-breathing as she replied.

"It's those books by the Demon God Hermes, isn't it? How did those things get out of that plane?"
"I don't know... I've never felt like this before in Skyrim..."

Freya slowly got up, her body going limp as she fell into Lydia's arms. "Speaking of which... I actually felt aroused by it..."

Lydia rolled her eyes at the Baron, whose face was flushed, then cupped her cheeks and kissed her. Freya also reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Lydia's neck, guiding her to soothe her aroused body and mind.

"Are the children alright?"

Freya leaned against the cool lake water, her hands slowly rubbing her skin, trying to wash away the unfamiliar pleasure she had felt when the tentacles had violated her. "I told them you accidentally spilled the paint, getting it all over you, and you're busy washing yourself now. Lydia actually poured half a can of paint into the armory."

Silya leaned against a rock by the lake, holding a bath towel in her arms, and smiled as she replied, "But you, my love, are you really alright?"

"I'm fine, it didn't hurt me."

Hilya carefully examined Freya's body again, then breathed a slight sigh of relief. "It's good that you're really alright. I was almost scared to death when I heard that. Those books... did you get them during your adventure in Soltheheim?"

Freya cupped some lake water in her hands and washed it through her hair. "It's the Demon of Knowledge. I first met it in the North Sea of Skyrim, and it asked me to convert to it. To defeat Miraak, I sought knowledge from it through those books; perhaps that's why it came..."

"Throwing those books away won't help, will it?" Hilya asked.

"Yes, I tried it on the ship back to Skyrim. I tied stones to it and threw it into the sea, and it still appeared beside me."
"So it's stuck with you?"

Freya nodded, sighed helplessly, and splashed water on her face again. "I'm going to Riverwood this afternoon. The magic books I ordered from the academy should have arrived, and the Dragon Slayer also wants to talk to me." Freya said.

"Shall I come with you?"

"No, please stay and take care of Lily and Noel with Lydia. They want to play all afternoon."
Freya tossed her hair a few times and climbed back onto the shore. Silya leaned over to help her dry off, but was suddenly hugged by Freya. "As long as I have a breath left, I will never let that demon hurt you..."
Silya paused, then smiled happily. "My love, don't be so serious. I've always known."

Freya smiled with relief, pulled them closer, and gently kissed each other. "Ha! So it's because Mommy and Mommy are kissing again that it's been so long!"

Lily and Noel appeared by a tree trunk not far away. Lily, who had spoken, was already grinning from ear to ear, and Noel was also smiling as she watched the two of them. "Yes, your mother always acts cute towards me."

"Eh...I..."

Silya smiled slyly at Freya, who was pouting in protest, helped her put on her coat, and then they walked hand in hand towards their daughters, leading them back into the house.

Chapter 3

Riverwood, a small town with only a few dozen households, was not a major strategic stronghold. A few years ago, when the existence of dragons was still considered legendary, even guards were scarce. But for Freya, this place held many memories. When she first arrived in Skyrim, she was mistaken for a criminal by the Imperial army and sent to the Holy Land for execution along with the leader of the Stormcloaks. During the execution, she was ambushed by Alduin and escaped through a sea of fire with the Imperial soldier Hadvar. Riverwood was the first place she temporarily settled.

"Yo! Our dragonborn friend is back!"

"Long time no see, Mr. Alvo."

Hadvar's uncle, Alvo, put down his hammer, came out of the blacksmith's shop, and shook hands with Freya. Years ago, they kindly provided food and lodging to the destitute Freya, teaching her basic blacksmithing skills so she could have a temporary trade. They were her benefactors who helped her survive in Skyrim. "Hadawa has now been promoted to squad leader in Solitude. He said you wrote a letter of recommendation to General Tullius. Thank you for your great help!"
"You flatter me," Freya replied with a smile. "I haven't properly repaid your family for their hospitality these past few years!"
"Not at all. Eliminating so many dragon threats has already been a great help to us. It's a pity Hadawa is in Solitude this month, otherwise he would be very happy too."

She wanted to continue chatting, but seeing Delphine beckoning to her at the inn's door, she reached into her pouch, took out several pieces of Thorsheim's Froststone Bars, and stuffed them into Alvo's hand. "These are... Hey!" "This is too precious, Miss Dragonborn!"

Freytia waved to Alvo as she ran away, then entered the inn. Alvo smiled and carefully put away the rare material gift. "It's been years, and she's still the same."

Delphine, who usually dressed as the innkeeper and had a slightly old-fashioned personality, was actually one of the last remaining warriors of the ancient dragon-slaying team: the Blades. When Freytia first came to Riverwood, she often came to the inn to inquire about work or gossip, and in turn helped the townspeople solve many big and small incidents. At that time, neither of them realized the other's extraordinary background.

"I see... Aren't you the only Dragonborn?"

In the secret room of the Sleeping Giant Inn in Riverwood, the Blade Delphine said as she closed the hidden door, then looked at the Dragonborn who had just sat down. Freytia took off her helmet and sat upright in her seat, an innocent look on her face, then smiled gently. "Your reaction is just like when you first heard me say that I was a Dragonborn."
"Dragons have been gone for so many years, and the Blades' strength has drastically declined during that time. Our intelligence gathering is indeed insufficient," Delphine said, making a face.

Years ago, after hearing news of the Dragonborn's reappearance, Delphine sent a secret letter to guide Freya, believed to be a Dragonborn, to the Riverwood inn. Upon seeing this woman, whose appearance and figure were absolutely perfect, rivaling even goddesses, who, without armor, exuded almost no warrior aura, and whose personality was somewhat naive, Delphine's suspicion lingered for several minutes.
Freya recounted her experience of being attacked by cultists in Whiterun, concisely recounting her journey across the continent of Soltherheim to Delphine, including knowledge of Hermes and the other side of the plane, the ability to tame dragons, and the dragon shouts that awaken the true power of the Dragonborn, culminating in her direct confrontation with Miraak. "So, what about the other Dragonborn you mentioned who attempted to rule all of Soltherheim: Miraak, and his cultists?"
"Hermes thought Miraak, who was defeated by me, was of no use, so he absorbed him; the remaining cultists who weren't dead are imprisoned in the death row in Soltherheim. Without Miraak, they probably wouldn't have been able to cause any trouble."

Delphine copied notes, picking up a glass of Blackthorn Mead in her other hand and drinking it. Freya also picked up a glass, but she only sipped it lightly because she couldn't hold her liquor well.

"Will the vampires affect our campaign against Alduin? Is it possible that the Dawnguard could be of help to us?" Delphine also asked about the conflict between the Dawnguard and the vampires.

Freya shook her head. "The Dawnguard are neutral towards all regimes. Their primary target isn't dragons, and they don't have any spare manpower right now. I'm also helping them gather information on new weapons. The vampires, on the other hand, are likely to clash with Alduin first, so we shouldn't worry too much about them cooperating."

Delphine nodded. "Their crossbows are quite good. Could you get me one next time I go there?"

"I can forge one for you based on my current model. It'll probably take a few days."

"Oh, I see. There should be enough materials in those barrels over there. I'll trouble you to make one for me. I need to go to Solitude to handle things at the Thalmor embassy."

Freya remembered Delphine mentioning that she was to infiltrate the Thalmor embassy to investigate. "When exactly?"

"The date is undecided. I'm going there this time to have my informant confirm it."

Delphine put down her quill, stood up, walked to the cabinet, opened it, and took off her clothes. "That wood elf insists I go in person before he'll do his job properly. Just because Alduin hasn't caused trouble doesn't mean we can let our guard down."

After Delphine removed her clothes, her shapely figure, accentuated by some muscle definition, was revealed. Freya sat at the table, gazing at her, and became mesmerized, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

Halfway through, Delphine noticed Freya's gaze on her. "To be honest, I'm still quite surprised that the Dragonborn is such a stunning beauty who only loves women."

Freytia froze, while Delphine, who had been hinting at something in the conversation, gave an embarrassed, silly laugh. Delphine groaned softly, turning away with a slight smile.

Learning that there was no recent activity from Alduin made Freytia feel a little less pressured. Since defeating Miraak, her body hadn't fully recovered, especially her heightened sensitivity. Besides the possibility of Hermes influencing her, she felt more strongly that the events following her defeat of Miraak in the first plane had caused a mutation, something Freytia hadn't mentioned to anyone.
The conversation didn't end until dinner time. On the way back to the villa, she was delayed by a high elf check, so by the time she arrived, it was past bedtime for her daughters. "Baron, you're back."
Lydia, who had been waiting by the door, rose to greet her. Upon entering, she helped Freytia remove her armor, leaving her only in stockings and a shirt. "Are Lily and Noel asleep?" Freytia looked towards their room.

"Yes, the lady has just retired for the night," Lydia replied as she put the armor into the temporary storage cabinet.

"Oh, thank you so much."

"No, it's my duty as a guard and steward."

Freya smiled gratefully, took off her helmet and put it in the cabinet, opened the door and went into her and Sirya's room. "Goodnight, Lydia."

"Goodnight, my Baron."

Lydia gently closed the door. The room was lit only by a small oil lamp with soft light. Freya looked at the bed. Sirya was wrapped in a quilt and fast asleep. "It's not winter yet."

Freya smiled and walked over, gently lifting a corner of the quilt. In front of her was another quilt. "My love~"

Suddenly, she was hugged from behind. Freya was startled and turned around to see Sirya smiling mischievously. She was wearing a very sexy white gauze dress. Her skin and beautiful curves were clearly visible in the candlelight. The semi-transparent gauze could not hide the pink buds on her full breasts. "Sirya?" Freya was surprised and delighted. Her heart beat faster with that hint of anticipation. "Tonight...together...?"

"Yes, and after hearing about your physical condition from Lydia, I decided to ask her to come and help."
"What? Lydia?"

The door opened as Xi'er spoke, and Lydia, who had changed into a similar black tulle dress at some point, walked in gracefully, closing the door behind her. Her slightly fuller figure, more voluptuous than Freya and Xi'er, was on full display. "I have come at the Baroness's behest to help give the Baron pleasure."
Lydia bowed and answered seriously, but it was clear that the two had planned this beforehand!
"Wait...wait a minute...you...ah!"

Xi'er skillfully unbuttoned Freya's tight-fitting shirt, which slid to the floor along with her undergarments. Now Freya was only wearing a pair of beige stockings. After she was almost completely undressed, Xi'er pushed Freya onto the bed, spread her legs, and knelt in front of her. "Wait...Lydia is here...we..." Freya propped herself up with her hands behind her back, shyly protesting.

"Then, Lydia, please come behind our Baron and serve her well."

"As you wish."

Lydia also climbed onto the bed, sitting behind Freya with her legs spread and her body wrapped around Freya's. She lifted Freya's upper body and pulled her back, letting her lean against her. "Wait... I haven't even... Ahh!"
A strong tingling sensation made her cry out. Freya had already changed to a prone position and lowered her head, wrapping her arms around Freya's thighs and extending her tongue towards her private parts, gently rubbing her clitoris with the tip of her tongue, and then inserting it into her vagina to lick. Freya tried to stop her, but Lydia had already wrapped her arms around her body and held her, then leaned forward and gently nibbled on her earlobe, licking her snow-white neck. "Ahh... Haaah... Ugh... No..." "Just like that... I'm going to come!"

Her sensitive body couldn't withstand such caresses, and she reached orgasm in no time. Freya arched her body, convulsing, barely managing to raise her hand to cover herself and stop her uncontrollable moans. A considerable amount of her overflowing fluids smeared on Xi'er's face. "Mmm..." Xi'er raised her head, licked her lips, and then leaned forward to Freya's face. "There's so much on you, help me."

Freya slowly calmed her breathing, also leaning forward to lick Xi'er's cheeks, cleaning her own fluids, and then... Erya kissed, their tongues intertwining. "Now, let Lydia help you, come on."

Lydia and Erya switched positions. Erya first laid Freya down on the bed, and Lydia knelt in front of Freya, first leaning down to embrace her neck and kiss her. Then she stood up, lifting one of Freya's thighs onto her shoulders, crossing their thighs and touching their genitals. "Wait... like this... so embarrassing... ah... ahh..."

Lydia hugged their thighs and began to rub them together, their joined genitals bursting with intense pleasure. Hierya, embracing her lover, watched with great interest as he and the guard became entangled. "Ledya... ah... ah... ha... no... I... want it again..."

"My Baron... I'm almost there too... together... together..."

The two reached the climax almost simultaneously, their fluids overflowing from their joined genitals with each cry. As the climax subsided, Lydia couldn't help but hold Freya's thighs, licking them through her smooth stockings, from between her thighs to the inside of her thighs, and finally, she also licked her genitals, until Freya cried out repeatedly before they released each other. "Ledya, bring out the good stuff we bought from the tiger-man caravan," Hierya suddenly said.

"Yes, right away." Lydia immediately got up and went to a drawer in the room to rummage through it.

"What... stuff?" Freya asked, puzzled.

Lydia returned carrying a rare, reusable scroll. Freya remembered that such scrolls could be reused to a limited extent. Lydia handed the scroll to Xi'er, who took it and began to cast a spell. Several streams of magical light swirled around her, and Xi'er's expression became shy. Her upper body arched slightly with soft panting, and her body was slightly sweaty, as if she were in heat. Freya stared blankly at her lover, completely bewildered.

After the spell was cast, Freya noticed the strange change in Xi'er's body. Where Xi'er's clitoris had been, a male penis had grown, and it stood erect with arousal. "Xi'er? This is..."
"Don't worry, my Baron," Lydia replied with an equally serious expression. "Although it was made by the old Raven Witch to allow women to mate, our Khajiit friends have greatly improved it. It's not only harmless but also prevents pregnancy."

"Wait! It's not like it's okay just because it won't hurt your body or cause pregnancy... Ugh!"

Hilya suddenly stood in front of Freytia, cupping her neck with both hands and pressing her against herself, shoving her penis into Freytia's mouth. "My love... you have too many opinions..."

"Ugh! Ugh!... Ugh..."

Freytia protested indistinctly, but then slowly wrapped her arms around Hilya's thighs, slowly licking and playing with the erect penis in her mouth. "Oh... uh... God... my love... you're so skilled..."

"Ugh... just kidding..." Freytia blushed, responding vaguely.

"...Ugh... my love... I'm almost... ahh..."

Hierya groaned with the surge of pleasure, pressing her lover against her. He quickly reached the point of climax, and a torrent of semen filled Freya's mouth. Freya groaned as she tried to swallow, but there was simply too much, forcing her to pull back. The remaining semen sprayed onto her face and chest. "Oh my god... this feels so good..."

Hierya gasped, then knelt down, looking at her lover's sticky face. Freya was still slowly wiping the semen from her mouth, her head bowed shyly. "It's such a waste to have so much on you, Lydia. Let's help Lord Dragonborn clean himself up."

"Of course, Baroness."

Hilya pushed Freytia down onto the bed, and she and Lydia each took one side of her, licking her cheeks and chest, carefully cleaning away the semen. "Ah...no...it itches...uh..."

Freytia protested shyly, but her body was too weak to resist the combined assault of her lover and guard. She moaned incessantly with their licking and caresses. "Alright, now it's here, hee..."
Having cleaned the semen from her lover's face, Hilya licked her lips and smiled as she got up, spreading Freytia's legs and lifting them to her waist. "Wait...I..."

"No, this is your punishment for leaving me at home all month..."

Hilya's penis rubbed against Freytia's vulva before penetrating her incredibly wet vagina. Freytia arched her upper body and cried out, while Lydia hugged her from behind, kneading her breasts. "Ah...so deep..." "...No...it feels too good...I can't take it..."

Freya protested incoherently. Xi'erya smiled, holding Freya's waist and beginning to thrust. With Lydia's kneading, Freya gripped the sheets tightly, screaming uncontrollably, "Ah...ahhh...stop...I can't take it...it's too intense...ahhh..."

"My love...I'm inside you...it feels so good...so amazing..."

"No...ahhh...don't ejaculate inside...ooh...I'll get pregnant..."

"This is the best...we'll have a third child...my love...I'm almost there...ooh!"
A surge of intense pleasure caused Xi'erya to arch her back, her abundant seed filling Freya's vagina. Freya reached orgasm at the same time, screaming almost frantically, "Ooh...ah...it really...feels so good..." "...

After finally calming down from ejaculation, Hilya pulled her penis out, watching the white semen flow back from her lover's vagina, sticking to the sheets and her stockings. "My love... um?"

Hilya stroked Freya's cheek, finding her unresponsive; she had passed out from over-orgasm. "Oh dear, I can't take it anymore... I wanted to do it again..." Hilya pouted and complained, just as the spell on her body expired, and her penis disappeared with a burst of light as the spell wore off.

"If the Baroness still wants more, I'd be happy to oblige," Lydia smiled, holding the scroll in her hand.

"Okay..."

Hilya was overjoyed as Lydia pressed her down on the bed and entered her, continuing to enjoy pleasure beside her lover.

Freya groaned, slightly waking up. She felt incredibly stiff and could barely move. Looking to her side, she saw the naked Hilya and Lydia, each embracing her and fast asleep. Remembering their earlier frenzied pleasure, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Really..."

Freya chuckled softly, kissing her lover, and stroked the guard's hair with her other hand before closing her eyes again and falling back asleep.

Several thick books locked at the bottom of the vault continued to emit an eerie green glow.

Chapter Four

"Ugh..."

An unusual light and a chill roused Freya. The room she should have been in had vanished, and she was lying in a world within a plane, her eyes fixed on the green plane's sky. "Wh...what's going on..."

The chill reminded her that she was almost completely naked. Looking down, she saw that she was only wearing the silver stockings she had worn before falling asleep, and she was sitting in a pool of thick, green liquid. Just as she realized that this liquid would absorb her energy, a wave of weakness made her collapse again. Well...it's alright...once her energy is exhausted...she'll return to the sky...
but it didn't go as she expected. Even though she couldn't move, she was still in the plane. The only sound in the silence was the viscous splashing of the plane's sea. Why...?

"Dragonborn...who do you think this plane is?" A crude, distorted voice came from all around. It was the voice that had given her the knowledge to defeat Miraak, yet held onto her tightly—the controller of these many planes: the God of Wisdom, Hermes! As the sound rang out, a multitude of slippery sensations washed over her. Large swarms of dark green tentacles emerged from the slime, some as slender as her long fingers, others as thick as arms or even thighs, wrapping around Freytia's beautiful body and lifting her into the air. The tentacles not only bound her but also began to subtly tease her body. "No…stop…"

Numerous tentacles coiled around her snow-white neck, slender waist, full breasts and buttocks, and down to her limbs, constantly rubbing, wrapping, and kneading. Her full breasts were the first to suffer, the tentacles eagerly coiling and kneading them. A pair of tentacles transformed into octopus suckers, clinging tightly to her nipples and sucking. Four thick tentacles opened from their tips into ring-shaped mouths, greedily swallowing her slender arms and legs. Countless root-like tentacles inside carefully caressed her limbs. Then, her thighs were spread into an M shape, and her hands were bound behind her back. "Ugh...no...no..."

A huge eye-like object appeared before her, accompanied by a faint black mist, carefully examining the dragonborn being tortured by the tentacles. "How is it? Still unwilling to submit to me?" Freya's consciousness was almost overwhelmed by pleasure. The sensations spreading throughout her body constantly eroded her willpower. Several tentacles quietly wrapped around her cheeks, teasing her pretty face and beautiful hair. "No... I won't... do that!"

A tentacle suddenly burrowed into her anus, kneading inside her body. The sudden surge of pleasure made her scream, "So... so deep... No... it's going to break... Ahh!"

The pleasure reached its peak, and Freya cried out uncontrollably, her body stiff and trembling wildly. More vaginal fluid flowed uncontrollably from her vagina. "Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

After a while, the pleasure slowly subsided. The tentacles placed her on the ground on a mattress made of more tentacles, freeing her limbs. Hermes looked at the panting dragonborn and let out a strange laugh. "No... Although I... once asked you for... knowledge... it doesn't mean... I'm willing to become your... pawn..." …

Fritia struggled to prop herself up from the writhing tentacles, turning to glare at Hermes. 'Hahaha—' Hermes laughed, his voice twisted in a grimace, echoing throughout the plane. 'I admire your will, which only makes me want to possess you, this dragonborn…' The slowly writhing tentacles around her began to surge towards her, continuing to coil around her body. 'Ugh… I won't… just like that… mul-qah-di iv!'

A burst of golden light, accompanied by a shockwave, shattered the surrounding tentacles. Even Hermes's transformed form was slightly forced back. Freytia's body manifested as a translucent spirit with dragon horns, scales, and claws, radiating golden light. It was as if innate armor adorned her. Freytia, her dragon soul awakened, gently hugged herself, glaring angrily at Hermes. "Heh, how interesting—" Tentacles surged towards Freytia, but she skillfully wielded two summoned swords, severing each attacking tentacle with deft movements. Even those attacking from behind couldn't escape. After dealing with all the tentacles in front of her, Freytia turned to face Hermes, pointing her sword at him. "To awaken so quickly after experiencing passion is truly beyond my expectations; however, you seem to have forgotten..." "I taught you how to awaken your dragon soul—" Several ugly, grotesque observers slowly emerged from all around, dragging tentacles that dangled from their bodies. They floated closer to Freytia, gathering their withered arms in front of them to unleash a magical attack. "
It's those things again…"

Recalling what happened when Miraak captured her, Freytia gritted her teeth in anger and immediately cast a magical barrier to block the observers' successive attacks. Then, taking advantage of the gaps in their spellcasting, she swung her summoning sword and cleaved them in two. After dealing with several observers, another one approached her, preparing to cast… "Spells? Don't you have any other tricks?!"

Freya knew the charging time required for the Seeker's spells, and nimbly charged towards it with her sword raised. But the Seeker didn't cast a spell; instead, it opened its mouth and spat out a large spurt of green slime. "Ah!"

Unable to dodge in time, Freya was splattered all over. The sticky green liquid made her fall to the ground and slowed her movements. The Seeker moved closer, stretching out its four ugly arms to tightly hug her neck, body, and legs, turning her around and pressing her back against itself. Its tentacles also wrapped around Freya. "So it has this trick..." " Let...let me go...uh!"

A sudden jolt went through her chest. The power flowing through her body after the awakening of her Dragon Soul became abnormal. Not only was her body gradually losing strength, but it was also slowly becoming hot and craving. "Let go...what did you...do to me..."
The summoning sword in her hand disappeared, and Freytia's golden body was submerged in the tentacles of the Seeker that were wrapped around her. A flush of lust rose on her face. "Oh, I was just asking you to be honest with a woman's body...using the power of the awakened Dragon Soul." "What a joke...the power of the Dragon Soul actually..." It actually made me lustful...

While binding her, the Seeker's tentacles passionately caressed her lustful body. Four arms grabbed her neck, kneaded her breasts, stroked her waist, and explored her inner thighs. Freytia lost all her strength and was helplessly violated by the Seeker. "Ugh...no...don't touch my nipples...ah...there too...ugh..." …

The Seeker held her even tighter, caressing her entire body with a force that was intense yet somehow harmless. The awakened power of the Dragon Soul had a counterproductive effect, driving Freya, already flushed with pleasure, to the brink of madness. Soon, the pleasure overwhelmed her resistance. This guy…so strong…holding her so tightly…tighter…there…more…more caresses…faster…

Freya became dazed, ceasing her struggles and allowing herself to enjoy the Seeker's four large hands and countless tentacles in his arms. Multiple caresses ensued; the observer lifted her slightly, holding her neck and turning her face towards itself. It opened its ugly mouth and deeply kissed Freytia's beautiful lips. "Mmm!...Mmm...Mmm..."
Unable to resist, Freytia let it taste her freely, feeling its many tongues of varying thickness probing into her mouth, intertwining with her own. The other tentacles, not inside her mouth, caressed her cheeks and roamed her neck, leaving countless translucent, green, viscous residues. More viscous fluid was poured into Freytia with the passionate kisses. Freya swallowed the mouthful of viscous fluid as she responded to the Seeker's passionate kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Seeker slowly released her head, its tentacles withdrawing one by one from her mouth. Before leaving, it lifted her chin, teasing her tongue. "Hmph, I had a bit too high of expectations of you, thinking the Dragonborn could last longer..." Freya, held in the Seeker's arms, slowly looked at Hermaeus, who had spoken. Its enormous eye slightly closed, and Freya, blushing and ashamed, turned her gaze away. "Next time..." "When we meet again, I can hope you'll bring me even more pleasure—" The giant eye closed completely, disappearing into the plane as the black mist vanished. Freya lowered her head, silently watching herself succumb to lust;

the movements on her body jolted her back to reality. The Seeker had begun caressing her again. The effects of the Dragon Soul Awakening hadn't worn off yet, and a surge of intense pleasure filled her body once more. "Let...let me go! Stop...ah!"
The Seeker spread her thighs, exposing her private parts, and a thick tentacle forced its way into her anus. It began to thrust slowly, while the other tentacles lingered on the outside of her vagina and the inside of her thighs, slowly moving around. "Ugh... Stop... If this continues..."

The heat and desire coursing through her body made Freya struggle, but she couldn't tell if she was trying to break free or urging the observer to continue its assault. "Stop... I can't take it anymore..."

The pleasure from the violation of her anus and the caresses of her entire body paled in comparison to the sensation in her vagina. She involuntarily rubbed her legs together, urging the observer to go further, but it remained unmoved. "I'm almost... unable to take it..." Freya finally succumbed to lust, blurting out, "Please... come in... enter my body quickly..."
As if waiting for Freya's surrender, the tentacles of the Seekers surged into her vagina, reaching her cervix. "Ahhh! No! It's so deep... I... I'll break!"

The tentacles began to thrust wildly, one arm kneading her breasts while the other was shoved into her mouth, thrusting in and out of her throat. "Ugh! This is torture... I'm going to break..."

The pleasure of being violated, amplified by the aphrodisiac power of the Dragon Soul, quickly destroyed Freya's reason. Her body trembled with each thrust, her full breasts, covered in tentacles, swaying with them. Freya allowed the Seekers to ravage her body. Before long, her remaining consciousness felt the tentacles in her vagina, mouth, and anus slowly swelling... "It's coming... Hurry up... Fill me up..."

At the moment of her climax, a thick, foul-smelling liquid gushed out, instantly filling her vagina, anus, and mouth. Unconsciously, she tried to swallow the mouthful of white, foul-

smelling fluid, but couldn't stop the other tentacles from scattering their scalding seeds all over her body. She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly recovered from her climax, feeling only the stickiness all over her body, the mouthful of semen, and the continued pleasure of the Seer's caresses. She chewed and swallowed the remaining semen, looking down at herself covered in semen. Two tentacles were still greedily sucking on her nipples, while the others continued to entwine and caress her body. Her glowing body and dragon-scale-shaped spirit body indicated that the power of the awakened dragon soul had not yet disappeared. Was it over...?

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong with her body. Besides the pleasure of being sucked on, she felt something being squeezed out of her nipples—breast milk...milk? Why...?

Several tentacles moved away from under her breasts. She looked down and saw a swollen belly!
I...am pregnant...with the Seer's child? "No...no...please..."

Freya struggled, the tentacles tightening around her, continuing to suckle her milk, then thrusting into her vagina and anus once more. "No...no...I don't want to be pregnant with this monster's child...being violated while pregnant..."

The power of her awakened dragon soul hadn't faded, and her pregnant body became even more sensitive. Freya once again succumbed to the patroller's violation, her large belly protruding as it poured its semen into her vagina, anus, and mouth again. So good...give me more...give me more...

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