a seductive elf girl

The pitch-black cave exuded an aura of fear, like the gaping maw of a predatory beast, yet the warriors standing at its entrance showed no fear. Holding torches and brandishing weapons, they stood in neat ranks, awaiting the order to attack.

Yes, this cave housed a terrifying vampire master, likely possessing the strength of a noble, perhaps even a high-ranking title, far surpassing the power of ordinary vampires.

However, the warriors gathered here also possessed their own pride. These warriors were the elite of the entire city of Morsal, one of the pillars that had allowed Morsal to survive the attacks of bandits, rebel armies, and even the undead. And more importantly, the one leading their attack today—perhaps that was the source of their confidence.

The dragon-blooded girl, Anneliz.

She was a petite Eileen girl, like all Eileen girls, only the height of a Nord child. However, unlike children, Anneliz possessed curves that would make most mature women envious. While her breasts might not be particularly large in absolute terms, they were extremely eye-catching against her petite frame. For men, such full, yet perfectly proportioned breasts, large enough to be grasped in one hand, might be more appealing than simply large breasts. Combined with her voluptuous, rounded buttocks, while it might be disillusioning for true lolicon, it was a dream combination for men with a more conventional approach.

Anneliese slowly walked towards the front of the line, her rounded buttocks trembling with each step, her firm breasts swaying heavily like freshly baked cheese pudding. But what truly captivated the warriors' attention wasn't just her breasts, but also her extremely revealing equipment, constrained by the will of the universe. (Those who have played *The Legend of Heroes: Sky Princess* will understand.)

The gold high heels, resembling boots, should have reached the girl's knees, but instead feature large cutouts, completely exposing her plump thighs and shapely calves. A pair of gold arm guards, wrapped with thin silk ribbons, cover her forearms; these two parts are already the largest single areas covered by her clothing.

The covering on her breasts is less of a concealment and more of an adornment—simply a pair of silver relief discs attached to her areolas, fixed to her breasts by her erect nipples. What covers her vulva is even more wicked; from the front, it appears as a series of golden spheres embedded in her secret place, but from the back, nothing is visible. And if you are lucky enough to part her plump buttocks, you can see that this string of golden beads eventually splits into two, disappearing into the girl's anus and vulva.

Of course, even these warriors lacked the courage to actually do such a thing, but their gazes were still deeply drawn to Anneliese's voluptuous body, and even Anneliese herself felt their concentrated stares.

Did they actually notice anything? Was the burning sensation on her buttocks from their gazes a psychological illusion, or had someone truly noticed something?

She smiled faintly, walked to the front of the line, and took her weapon from her spatial ring.

"Boom!" The golden two-handed battle axe struck the ground with a heavy boom. Although gold wasn't a suitable metal for forging weapons, the gems inlaid on this battle axe were clearly more than just decoration—it was a magical weapon!

"Everyone!" She easily picked up the battle axe with one hand and slung it over her shoulder, a move that clearly intimidated the crowd below.

Sure enough, her petite figure and fair skin made these people involuntarily doubt their own strength, but for these Nord warriors, muscular power was the most direct form of strength, and her ability to wield such a battle axe obviously dispelled their last doubts.

"Gentlemen! Warriors of Morsal! Guardians!" Her voice was sweet and gentle, yet carried a cold hardness.

"I believe I don't need to boost your morale! Because what the vampires in this cave have done is enough to enrage any true Nord!" "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The warriors roared in unison and furious anger.

"You, as the most elite warriors of Morsal, should bear the greatest responsibility! And now, your responsibility is to eradicate all the vampires and their followers in this cave! For the innocent victims of Morsal! For Morsal!" "For Morsal!!" "Attack!" Led by Anneliese, the warriors of Morsal charged into the vampire's lair.

However, the battle did not go smoothly, just as she had expected. If it weren't for her intervention, the few giant ice-devouring spiders at the entrance alone would have caused heavy losses to these warriors.

This was not surprising. Morsal was one of the poorest and most backward of the Nine Realms of Skyrim, known for its abundance of martial prowess over its scholars; naturally, its warriors were not particularly strong. However, in this battle, Anneliese didn't expect these warriors to be of much help. Their only purpose was to fight against vampire servants and lower-ranking vampires. This level of task was more than enough for them, given their tenacious fighting spirit and the rough but effective combat skills honed in the harsh lands.

As for the vampire master named Movasa, he could only be entrusted to her alone.

After breaking through the Ice-Eating Spiders, which were not enough to withstand Morsal's warriors, the minions in the lair were clearly thrown into chaos. They knew that the real battle had begun.

The lower-ranking vampires, their controlled bandit servants, and the undead clashed fiercely with Morsal's warriors. Every moment, people fell, and others were resurrected by necromancy. But overall, the Morsal warriors, with their high morale and ample preparation, clearly had the advantage over the vampires who had been complacent, until they stormed into the central hall.

On the long wooden table lay slices of tender, white flesh, the beautiful flesh of the dead maidens soaking in their own blood, forming a feast of carnivorous meat.

The warriors glared with intense hatred at the man seated at the end of the table.

No, their anger wasn't directed at the slaughter and consumption of the maidens. Elite warriors like themselves had enjoyed the flesh of female animals several times, but it was clear that these dead maidens hadn't willingly submitted to their execution.

They were the maidens who had disappeared from Movasar's path, the travelers who had vanished along the surrounding roads.

But not one of the warriors dared to step forward and challenge him, for the man possessed absolute power.

The mere fact that he sat there was enough to intimidate everything.

"Well done, humans," Movasar clapped his hands, lifting up the head of a maiden, the head, now made into a wine cup, still frozen in the memory of her beautiful face. He shook the head, letting crimson blood flow from her dead lips, and drank it all.

"It's really strange, though. My men are all newly born descendants, yet you managed to defeat my carefully nurtured Ice-Eating Spiders with very few losses? It seems there are indeed beings among you powerful enough to surpass even the weaklings. Step forward, Miss." "Hmph, are you still blind, vampire?" Anneliese, carrying a battle axe, stepped out from the crowd and stood at the front.

"Wow!" Movasa whistled, looking at Anneliese's beautiful body with a lewd smile, and said, "What a gem." He stood up from his chair, his greedy eyes scanning Anneliese's body.
The lustful and aggressive gaze naturally caught Anneliz's attention, but she gave Movasa a seductive smile and said, "I'm very confident in my looks, but I guess you're not just complimenting my appearance." "Hahaha... Miss, you're quite self-aware! That's right, although you're no longer a virgin, you can still be a top-quality meat. I can't wait to taste your flesh!" "Hehehe." Anneliz chuckled. "That's right, I know very well that I have a body perfectly suited for slaughter and consumption, you could even say I'm a natural meat! But Movasa, you're the second person to dare say that to me." "The first person was Lord Harkon of Valhalla Fortress. It's a pity he was once the man with the best chance of tasting my beautiful flesh, but unfortunately he was still too weak!" "What an interesting joke, you flesh fox of the Irene tribe." Clearly, Movasa didn't believe it.

The vampire clans of Valhalla Fortress are arguably the most powerful vampire clans in Skyrim. Their lord, Lord Harkon, was a vampire directly transformed from the demon god Dagon. The demon god's bestowed gifts and long lifespan made Lord Harkon one of the most powerful beings among the vampires. While Movasa considered himself exceptionally strong, he still lacked confidence in defeating Harkon. As for an ordinary human, a female animal, that was even more impossible.

It was likely just psychological warfare.

"Heh..." Anneliese shook her head and chuckled. This Movasa was definitely an ancient vampire who had been dormant in Morthal for a long time, only recently awakening, and extremely confident in his own strength. Otherwise, he would have first gathered information after awakening and learned that Skyrim's largest vampire force had been annihilated by the Dawnguard led by the dragonborn Anneliese, with even Lord Harkon not spared—it would have been perfect proof, as his Lord's Sword was currently in the hands of "Young Lady" Serana.

"That's not important, vampire. I'll give you a chance. If you can cut the equivalent of a bottle of Alto's blood from my body, I'll become your livestock, how about that?" "Hmph, laughable! You'll become livestock anyway if you lose to me, so why bother?" Movasa retorted angrily.

"Heh, you can think whatever you want, but this is my decision. So, bring it on!" Anneliese said with a smile.

With a cold snort, Movasa's hands surged with magical energy, and instantly two cursed blades materialized! These magically constructed weapons are one of the signature techniques of summoning magic. Now, unleashed by Movasa, a master vampire, each blade's power was no less than that of a true demon weapon.

In most eras, demon weapons were extremely rare and hard to come by!

Seeing the two begin their battle, everyone around, whether surviving Mossar warriors, vampire servants who had narrowly escaped death, or lower-ranking vampires, automatically and consciously withdrew from the hall.

One was a dragon-born girl whose profession was slaying dragons, and the other was a master-level vampire of unfathomable strength. The clash between these two powerful figures would likely be enough to obliterate everyone in the aftershocks!

Sure enough, no sooner had the group left the hall than a deafening roar erupted from the stone cave. Clearly, remaining in the hall would not end well. Knowing they couldn't intervene, the Morvasar warriors exchanged glances and decided to intercept the lower-ranking

vampires
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servants attempting

to escape. ********** ... In close combat, killing a fire spirit summoned by a master-level summoning spell often leaves the attacker no time to dodge its explosion. However, Anneliese didn't need to dodge at all!

The exploding flames engulfed the girl's delicate body. When she burst through the smoke, the magical flames could still be seen burning on her skin, yet they couldn't cause her the slightest damage. Clearly, she possessed extremely high fire resistance or vitality.

But either way, it wasn't good news for Movasa.

Faced with the sudden attack of the giant axe, Movasa had no choice but to withdraw the cursed blade from his right hand and instead cast a barrier spell with both hands in front of him. Although it was a master-level barrier spell, the spell he had cast with one hand just seconds before had been shattered like paper by the giant axe. This time, casting it with both hands… he just needed to buy a little time!
"Boom!!" The golden giant axe slammed into the opened barrier. It was truly hard to imagine that Anneliese, a seemingly weak fox, could unleash such terrifying power, but that was the truth!

"Crack!" In a few breaths, the master-level magical barrier was completely shattered. The remaining time was far too short for Movasa to take any action. The aching sound of flesh being sliced apart filled the air. Movasa's efforts only managed to turn his head, allowing the giant axe to cleave into his shoulder blade instead of his skull.

"Truly disappointing, vampire. I was actually looking forward to witnessing your race's unique methods of slaughter, but you're too weak," Anneliz said, shaking her head in disappointment.

Although for vampires, being cleaved from the shoulder into the chest by a giant axe didn't necessarily mean death, at this moment, if Anneliz activated the enchanted magic circle within the golden giant axe, the resulting magical energy would instantly reduce Movasa to dust from the inside out!

But Movasa laughed. "Weak? Then witness my true power..." A crimson wave surged forth from Movasa's location like a raging torrent, transforming into immense force that sent Anneliesz flying. Although the girl landed safely with her superb skills, there was no doubt that Movasa was no longer the same person he had been before.

"Great Lord... you're a Great Lord too." Anneliesz said, utterly disappointed.

"Yes." Movasa's voice was as deep and resonant as metal from hell. "It's not just the vampires of Valhalla who can become Highlords! Look! This is the legendary final form of a vampire! The blessing of Dagon, the Demon God!" "What a pity... I'd rather choose a bunch of Nord uncles than a vampire Highlord. (Personally, I think the Highlord transformation is the ugliest transformation in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim...)" "Hahaha!!! You have no choice now. Obediently lay down your weapons and become my meat, and I can let you die in extreme pleasure, otherwise..." Suddenly, Movasa's arrogant voice became like slow motion, and his fragmented words were incomprehensible.

Although it was nothing more than self-praise.

The whole world had become as slow as if it were sinking into a quagmire in Anneliz's eyes.

Dragon Shout - Time Stop.

After using this Dragon Shout, it can be said that any enemy will be at Anneliz's mercy. It's just a pity that even beings as strong as Miraak and Highlord Harkon are difficult to kill or even move in time stop. However, it was clear that Movasa could only barely complete the transformation into a Grand Lord. Although he was already quite powerful, he still couldn't escape his fate of being at the mercy of others!

"I just..." Time began to turn again, and Movasa's words came to an abrupt halt. Although he didn't know what had happened, he sensed it. Just a moment ago, the girl before him had wielded the giant axe like a dagger, severing the tendons in both his hands. At this moment, Movasa couldn't cast spells or fight!
How could this be?!

What exactly happened in that instant? Even if this girl was hiding her strength, she couldn't have hidden so much. Moreover, as an undead creature, how could a top-tier vampire Grand Lord be unable to move simply because his tendons were severed?! Even ghouls wouldn't experience this situation!

"Because you're still too immature as a Grand Lord. Vampires are, after all, beings who exist on the edge of life and death; of course, there are both advantages and disadvantages. If you transform a few more times, you might understand. But I think this is probably your last time." "Don't joke around!!" Shock and despair squeezed out of that ugly face. As if driven by madness, Movasa launched a final charge at Anneliese!

However, this was just an illusion. Halfway through, his body suddenly transformed into countless bats and scattered. This was the Grand Lord's last means of survival. As long as one of these bats escaped, Movasa could regenerate, but his strength and memories would be damaged. Unfortunately, the strongest vampire Grand Lord in this world who had killed the most was Anneliese!

Dragon Roar - Flame Breath!

The obscure dragon script was read from Anneliese's mouth, and the aura of flames engulfed everything in front of her. The weakly defended bats were instantly incinerated.

The vampire Grand Lord, Movasa, was reduced to ashes.

"What a pity. Perhaps I shouldn't have had any thoughts about vampires in the first place. " Anneliz shook her head, picked up some things from the pile of ashes that could prove Movasa's existence, and turned to leave. ****************

... "Hahaha, Benny, don't joke around! With your strength, you wouldn't even survive long enough for Miss Anneliz to unleash her Dragon Roar!" said an older Nord warrior. "So you think you can last that long?!" The Nord men argued animatedly, drinking heartily, sharing large chunks of roasted meat, and celebrating their hard-won victory with songs and dances. Anneliz enjoyed the scene. Although she could feel the lustful gazes of the men roaming over her, she didn't care. It wasn't their fault. Anneliz knew very well the allure of her revealing clothes, her voluptuous and wanton body, and the childlike figure she possessed—and that was exactly what she wanted. She enjoyed being ogled by men, and she also liked these Nord warriors. Anneliz felt a great deal of affection for the Nord warrior community in every sense of the word. They were forthright, straightforward, disliked beating around the bush, as hard as rocks, and as brave as snow bears. As comrades and companions, Nord warriors were always a reliable presence. Similarly, she also admired Nord warriors from another perspective. Elven men were slender as bamboo poles, more skilled in magic than physical prowess. While they were fierce in bed, they inevitably relied on drugs and enhanced magic—this was true of the High Elves and Wood Elves of Thalmor, as well as the Dark Elves of the Empire. Imperials and Britons, though handsome and spirited, were slightly inferior in physical strength, and the Khajiit and Lizardmen were simply out of the question. Only Nord warriors, honed by the harsh natural environment, could possibly give her complete domination and conquest. Therefore, she liked these men brimming with true masculinity. Unfortunately, even among them, none could truly conquer her. Perhaps it was impossible? She, Anneliz, the Dragonborn girl, was arguably the strongest being in Skyrim. At that moment, a few words from the commotion in the crowd caught Anneliz's attention. "...So this banquet is completely unworthy of our achievements. The wine is good, the meat is well-cooked, but we can't even find a single female animal to slaughter..." "There's nothing we can do about it. Mosar isn't a big place to begin with, and the civil war hadn't been over for long before that vampire started causing trouble. Not only are there fewer caravans, but the few attractive women who might be willing to be slaughtered have all been captured. What can we do now? We can't exactly drag our own wives out, can we?" "Even if you were willing to drag your wife out, I wouldn't want to eat her. Besides, can you even out-drag your wife?! Hahaha, you're henpecked!!" "What makes you any better? You're henpecked!" Female animal, slaughter, consumption... Hearing these words, Anneliese couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together and rub them a few times. She vaguely felt herself getting wet. Her life now had lost all passion; she had almost reached the pinnacle of everything. She had solved the werewolf curse in Helsing for the Companions, and although she ultimately declined the title of Pioneer, she was respected by all the members of the Companions. She averted the Eye of Magnus crisis for the College of Winterhold, earning the title of Archmage. She first facilitated peace talks between the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Army, and later personally slew Ulfric Stormcloak in Windhelm, ending the Civil War. Her fateful battle between the Dragonborn and Alduin, the Dragon of Destruction, is well-known. And now, Morthal's vampire journey has ended in such a uneventful way. Her adventures in Skyrim no longer bring joy or passion—one could even say her entire life has lost its purpose. What she now seeks, what she has always sought, is the ultimate thrill and pleasure itself. But now, adventures without challenge no longer deserve to be called adventures, and ordinary intercourse can no longer satisfy her desires. What she craves is the ultimate… a feeling she has never experienced before: to be conquered, ravaged, even… slaughtered, eaten. The method is to abandon being a Dragonborn, to be human, to give up everything and become a female animal waiting to be slaughtered! Will they ever think of that? Would they find out? If so, should she accept it? "As for female livestock... don't we have one here?" a burly Nord man, clearly drunk, slurred. "Haha, who are you talking about? Denell, I know you've been thinking about the proprietress, but be realistic, hahaha, that's impossible!" No, he definitely wasn't referring to the aging, faded proprietress. Anneliese's breath hitched. She knew that Denell was one of the men whose gazes were fixed on her buttocks. While the waves created by her swaying, plump buttocks were undeniably alluring, she knew there was another possibility... she had a tattoo on her buttocks that could only be seen from certain angles—proof. Proof that Anneliese no longer enjoyed human rights, but was officially recognized by the Empire as female livestock to be slaughtered at any time, to be killed by anyone who wanted. She held her breath, waiting for the outcome... If... if... should she admit it? Should she really be slaughtered in this little tavern, at her own victory celebration? No... why not? Hadn't she already made up her mind? "Damn it, these people can't even control themselves a little bit. If I were truly unable to resist, Anneliese felt she would gladly accept it. But the problem is, if she struggles even slightly, hesitates even a little, everything will be different. " "No... I meant Miss Anneliese..." "Hahaha, Denell, that's not funny at all. Do you want to be chopped to pieces by Miss Anneliese? Don't drag us down with you!" A Nord warrior said, his face changing drastically.

"No... I... I really... saw it during the midday assembly. Miss Anneliz had... a brand of livestock on her left buttock..." Denell mumbled, making his words even more unbelievable.
"Don't talk nonsense! We've all seen Miss Anneliz's buttocks. How could you be the only drunkard who noticed? Go apologize to Miss Anneliz right now! Talos, don't drag us down with you!" It wasn't that the Nord warriors were cowardly, but Anneliz's status was simply too noble, and her strength too great. They absolutely refused to believe that such a woman would become livestock, although they all admitted that Anneliz, this foxy creature, had a body that deserved slaughter. But no one dared to step forward and ask Anneliz if she was willing to become livestock.

But what they didn't know was the shock Anneliz was feeling at that moment. She really saw it! Someone really saw it! Someone really noticed!

She was going to be slaughtered! She could accept being slaughtered! Should she accept being slaughtered?

A mix of fear, panic, excitement, and pleasure surged through Anneliese, leaving her momentarily at a loss.
"It's there! Miss Anneliese, let me see again..." Alcohol emboldens the bold, especially since Denell was known for his recklessness. Staggering, the burly Nord man approached Anneliese, who was seated at the table.

Adhering to the principle of "If you want to die, go ahead," the Nord men automatically made way for Denell, allowing the drunken man to pass, while keeping a safe distance from Anneliese's table, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

But they were unaware that today was about to be their lucky day, for Anneliese had made up her mind.
Yes, wasn't she already livestock? Since that was the case... she couldn't refuse the order to be slaughtered. Anyone who could afford the price could kill her! Because... this was Anneliese's own decision.

She reached into her spatial ring and took out several vials of potions, sprinkling them on the ground. These colorless and odorless potions were one of the fruits of her master-level alchemy, capable of making people more impulsive and more susceptible to illusion magic. She intended to use them to create an extremely heated atmosphere; otherwise, these Nord warriors might hesitate because of her identity, and even if they confirmed she was a female animal, they wouldn't dare to slaughter her. That wouldn't do; she had finally made up her mind after much difficulty, so she had to be slaughtered today…!

She stood up, walked closer to Denell, and pulled the drunkard aside, saying, "Come on, let's look carefully, shall we?" Perhaps Denell, sensing the somewhat awkward atmosphere, had sobered up a bit, but with the potion's effects, his lingering drunkenness, and Anneliese's master-level illusion magic's mental influence, Denell was now… incredibly audacious!

The Nord warriors watched the drunkard, his rough, black hands gripping Anneliese's thick, fleshy buttocks, examining him intently, both envious and wondering when Anneliese would blast him to death with a single blow.

But this didn't happen. Soon, Denell shouted, "Hahaha, come and see! It really is here! Miss Anneliz really does have a meat animal mark on her butt. Huh? Why can't I see it anymore?" From the others' perspectives, they couldn't see anything either, and everyone thought they must have been mistaken.

Only one person, Anneliz, knew the truth.

"Well, you're not the first person to discover it, but you're the first person to have the guts to say it. Come on, let me show you properly!" Anneliz's voice trembled with excitement. She knew there was no turning back. Her beautiful body would be slaughtered tonight, her entire body of flesh would be devoured by these strong men, and the best part was, they would do it all under the guise of celebrating her victory!

"This?!" Under Anneliese's magic, the tattoos that were previously only visible from certain angles suddenly appeared clearly on her buttocks. The sharp-eyed warriors immediately recognized the words

"Quarantine-Qualified Meat, SS-Rank Permit for Slaughter," and

the "Skybound Female Beast Identification Association,"

along with the intricate emblem. All of this proved that the girl before them was indeed a livestock, perfectly legal to slaughter. As long as someone could afford the price!

"How is this possible? Are you kidding me?!" The Nord warriors were in chaos.

There are many reasons why women become livestock. Some are forced into prostitution by life's hardships, some are captured in battle and lose their human rights, and some are executed for breaking the law. But none of these could explain Anneliese becoming livestock.

She was one of the most powerful beings in Skybound; she couldn't have been defeated and captured. Similarly, in this world, strength and money are equivalent, so she couldn't have been forced into prostitution. As for the law? Some powerful beings cannot be bound by the law.

So only one possibility remains:

Anneliesz willingly became a female slave.

This fact is absurd yet the only possibility: Anneliesz herself underwent a female slave identification test, transforming herself into a female slave!

"This is no joke, everyone! How about using this SS-grade meaty beast as the main course for tonight's victory celebration? It's absolutely worthy of our victory today, isn't it?!" Anneliesz stood on the table, arms crossed, supporting her two heavy breasts as she spoke to the crowd.

The Nord warriors fell silent, because this action was simply too insane!

Slaughtering the greatest contributor at the victory celebration? Slaughtering and eating the most powerful and beautiful girl in the skies? The sky was tempting, but... it was still too crazy.

"Well, I know you all think this is crazy, and I think I'm a little crazy myself. But to be honest, all this so-called adventure, all this so-called battle, even the trials of the demon god, are boring to me now. Flowers should wither at their most beautiful, and isn't this the perfect time for a flower like me to wither? Come on, everyone, slaughter the most powerful beauty in the skies and feast on the flesh of the dragonborn! This is a rare opportunity! Or are you saying you don't dare to slaughter this meat that's been delivered to your door?" But even after Anneliz said this, the Nord warriors below remained silent, not daring to cross the line.

How could this be... how could this be?! They had finally made up their minds, was there really no one willing to slaughter them?

This might be their last chance. Anneliz, who had always longed to enjoy the ultimate pleasure of being a female beast, had tried other methods to slaughter herself. She had even tried contacting underground slaughterhouses, meat clubs, and other organizations, but when they learned of her name as a dragonborn, they didn't dare to buy her and slaughter her.

Her status was too noble, her fame too great. While publicly slaughtering Anneliz would certainly bring fame and shock to those organizations, it might also provoke all sorts of unpredictable reactions. They all said they could secretly gather a group of guests befitting her status to secretly slaughter and cook her. But what Anneliz truly wanted was a public execution, to be slaughtered and eaten as livestock in front of a large audience, in her noble status.

That's why she chose these Nord warriors who were a little impulsive and confused after drinking

. But now... must she really have to use illusion magic to manipulate someone to slaughter her? No! That would be too unexciting. Or should she really postpone it? Waaah, publicly revealing her status as livestock is just too embarrassing!
Just in this awkward silence and dilemma, suddenly, a Nord warrior stepped forward.

"Then...then, Miss Anneliz, how do you plan to...sell your meat? You know we Morthal people are all poor, even if you wanted to sell yourself, we probably couldn't afford it!" Clearly, this Nord warrior was just trying to give everyone a way out, and immediately everyone started to chime in. And indeed, even the wealthy lord of Whiterun would hesitate to buy an SS-grade animal. These impoverished Morthal warriors couldn't possibly scrape together the money!

But once someone started, things became easier.

"Hehe, it's alright, everyone knows that buying livestock requires paying the owner, and some unowned livestock sell themselves to the Skyrim Livestock Appraisal Association, but me? I'm neither. I'm a free animal!" Anneliz said with a smug smile.

This was impossible in most cases. Once livestock has completed its identification process at the Skyrim Livestock Identification Association and signed an agreement to become livestock, legally it is no longer human but an animal. If ownership wasn't established initially, then according to the general laws governing livestock, it would belong to the first person to discover and capture it, which is generally the Skyrim Livestock Identification Association. However…

Anneliese is the most powerful woman in Skyrim, and presumably, if she didn't want to, the Skyrim Livestock Identification Association wouldn't be able to "discover and capture" her at all.

"Come, look here!" Anneliese produced her indenture, and at the very end of the parchment, the owner's name was written as her own!

"So, according to the law, you only need to pay the owner of the livestock, which is me, a price I deem appropriate to obtain the livestock, and thus, the right to slaughter and use it. Moreover, the law states that livestock have no property; everything about the livestock belongs to its owner. That means no matter how much you pay to buy me, the moment you pay, ownership of this livestock ceases to belong to me. I, along with all my personal property, will belong to you—not just the money you pay, but everything I've earned through years of adventure!" She spoke in a seductive voice, her own words arousing her own lust.

This wasn't just livestock offered up for slaughter; it was livestock being slaughtered at her own expense!
Hurry…hurry up and send someone forward…

to slaughter me!

But the audience remained disappointingly silent.

"Even so…we…we can't raise the money, can we? Ha…ha?"

"Yes, yes." "That's right." "Yes, yes, yes."

She suddenly began to loathe the remaining caution in the Nord warriors' personalities.

"They finally made up their minds, how could you do this! Are you really going to use illusion magic to manipulate someone? Isn't that just deceiving yourselves?"

At this moment, a younger Nord warrior stepped forward. Judging from his bloodshot eyes, it was hard to tell if he was drunk or just young and impetuous.

"Um... Miss Anneliz, what... what's your selling price?" "What do you think?" She gave the brave and reckless young man an approving and seductive smile. She decided to sell herself to him for whatever price he asked for.

"An SS-grade female beast... I heard it costs at least 100,000 gold coins? But I guess even if you pawned your weapons, you couldn't afford it, right?" The young man turned to the crowd and said.

Indeed, the Nord warriors' weapons were their livelihood. Although most of the warriors' weapons in Morsal were enchanted because of the many mages there, the price of a weapon made of fine steel was still limited. These men couldn't possibly scrape together 100,000 gold coins.

So, is this man just another one looking for a way out? Anneliese thought with some disappointment.

"It seems so... But I've thought of a way! It will allow today's celebration banquet to have a proper main course, and it will also allow Miss Anneliese to get what she wants! Hehe, I bet Miss Anneliese has more than 100,000 gold coins on her, right? Could you lend them to me? I'll pay you back right away." "This... Young man, you've really come up with a brilliant idea. Sure." Anneliese's body trembled as she said, rubbing her thighs without any attempt to hide it, letting the overflowing fluids flow down her skin.

Because she wouldn't need to care about that anymore soon.

She took out a checkbook from her spatial ring, tore off a check, and filled in the price for the young man.

"Carrying 100,000 gold coins is too much trouble. You can use this check to withdraw money at the banks in the major cities, or you can use the check to make the transaction directly. Since it's a short-term rental, I won't charge you interest. However, you need to repay the debt before noon tomorrow, otherwise, the interest will be increased according to the standards of usury!" The Nord youth picked up the check, nodded, and then slammed the check on the table, saying, "So, Miss Anneliz, do you think this price is enough to buy Anneliz, this livestock, from you?" Anneliz was trembling with excitement. She nodded, picked up the check that still held her warmth, and then placed the contract that represented her fate on the table.

"That's enough. Although you could have offered a higher price, I'll give you a discount since we were once comrades-in-arms. It'll be exactly 100,000 gold coins. Please read the terms carefully and then change the holder! But note that this contract has special requirements: Anneliz, the livestock, must be slaughtered immediately after being sold. Please try to limit the time to within one day." It's over...

Her life, Anneliz's life, is over! Now she is livestock waiting to be slaughtered! Because she herself has sold herself to this young man at a pittance, even at a loss, to be livestock, her life has less than a day left!
"Then... um." The young man wrote his name on the contract, and the magical document immediately erased the name of the previous owner. Now, under the laws of the Empire, Anneliz is no longer a dragon-born girl, but merely livestock with little life left! "I am Kmart, and now, I am your master." "Yes, master." Anneliz obediently bowed down, kissed Kmart's shoes, and then presented him with the check she had borrowed to get the money from selling her body.

"I, Anneliese, am now your livestock, Kmat's. My body, my possessions, everything I have will become yours. You only need to fulfill your contractual duty and slaughter me within a day to legally obtain it all. Master, please grant me my final comfort." She raised her head, looking at Kmat with the deepest desire, her gaze lewd.

By now, the drug she had released beforehand had fully evaporated into the air, slowly eroding the sanity of these people. She knew that with just a little more effort, she could make them forget their identities, remembering only that they were female livestock.

She turned around, presenting her buttocks to Kmat, then spread her buttocks apart with her hands, removing the gold beads inserted into her anus, revealing her wet, pink vulva, and seductively swaying her lower body.
"Master... Master, please comfort me... Ah... with your penis!" She knew that she needed to give everyone present a huge shock to completely shatter the fear and power she projected in their minds, and then obtain the ultimate enjoyment of being a female livestock, so she chose an extreme method. How about this? Perform a... squirting act in front of them?

"Ah...ah...Master...please...your penis..." She breathed heavily, displaying a seductive expression to the men. One hand turned to knead her breasts, while the other carefully and cautiously stimulated her vagina. "Ugh...ah..." She aroused her desire while holding back from bursting forth, slowly reaching her peak, until the urge for orgasm drove her almost mad. However, she knew that even this wouldn't lead to a squirting orgasm; her wanton body could never achieve a true orgasm through masturbation. But thankfully, she was a seasoned warrior, perfectly controlling every muscle. As long as she could make herself overflow with vaginal fluid, she could use her vaginal muscles to ejaculate.

She stimulated her nipples, gently pinching and lifting them with her fingers, then letting them fall. The fact that she had decided to be slaughtered here, along with this physical stimulation, fueled her lust.

"Master...Master...hurry...cut me open, slaughter me!!" she moaned, imagining herself being slaughtered. Her fingers slid down her chest, the sensation reminding her of a cold blade slicing through her flesh. Finally, the bloody vision in her mind pushed her to orgasm.

"Ahhhhh!!!" she screamed shrilly, her body springing up like a spring. The gushing fluids from her orgasm were deliberately squeezed into jets from her honeypot, wetting the floor. At the same time, her breasts sprayed out white milk. Then she collapsed to the ground, as if her orgasm had stolen her mind. The

feminine scent in the air stimulated the men's reason, and the already spread potion only added fuel to the fire. Moreover, the unattainable, stunningly beautiful girl was now collapsing to the ground in the afterglow of her orgasm, tempting them. She was no longer human, but a lowly female beast. Her expression of succumbing to desire made everything before her even more fitting, causing the men to forget the girl's power.

"Ooooh!!"

Finally, a man roared like a wild beast.

"Kmet, if you don't go, I'll go first!!!" "Wait, she is..." A man seemed to still have some reason left and wanted to dissuade her, but at this moment, Anneliz's slightly mocking voice rang out from where she was lying on the ground. "Hesitating in this situation... are you really a Nord warrior?" "Roar!!!" And so, the lewd feast began.

"Ah?!" With a gasp, Anneliz's petite body was scooped up by a Nord giant. No matter what, this girl was only a little bigger than a child, so at this moment she was grabbed like a chick.

The giant had already unzipped his pants, revealing a thick and extremely long penis.

"Ahhh..." Anneliz screamed wildly, kicking her arms and legs, whether in fear or excitement. But the man ignored her, grabbing her body and slamming her down onto his penis. "Waaaaah!!" The penis pierced the girl's honeypot with unrestricted force, making a loud thud as their bodies collided. The girl's flat stomach bulged from the impact.

Then her body was lifted up again .

"Ugh!" She

was pressed down again

. This repeated itself, and Anneliese was like a masturbation cup in the strong man's hands, completely at his mercy. Her limbs flailed in the air like rags, and her tender honeypot splashed out copious amounts of fluid with each thrust of the thick, dark penis. "Hey! Don't just focus on yourself!" Kermat, her nominal master, said as he walked over and roughly spread her buttocks apart.

"Haha, it really is inserted into the chrysanthemum! That's what I'm like, the Dragonborn girl is indeed a lewd woman!" "Yes! Anneliz is a lewd beast! Anneliz was born to be slaughtered! So Master... Master, please punish me! With Master's penis!!" "Haha, let's try your chrysanthemum!" Kmart's penis suddenly thrust into the girl's chrysanthemum.

Although Anneliz's chrysanthemum had been explored countless times, Kmart's direct insertion without lubrication, or rather, his piercing, still brought her great stimulation. In addition, the large intestine and vagina were only separated by a thin line, and the two organs, filled to the brim, were squeezed together, giving her even greater pleasure!

"Ugh! Ahh!" She cried out in a daze, her small body sandwiched between the two men's strong chests, repeatedly enduring the merciless impact. The physical pleasure and the feeling of being ravaged mentally gave her infinite pleasure. She moaned and roared, her whole body tensing up!

"Oh, Miss Anneliz has climaxed! This vagina is so tight, how... Waaah!" The burly man who had penetrated her vagina couldn't withstand Anneliz's well-tested and exquisite vagina, instantly ejaculating countless sperm. His forceful ejaculation hit Anneliz's G-spot directly.

But he could only stop there. The pitiful fate of men forced him into saint mode, and then he had to step back, making way for other lustful men.

Without stopping, another thick Nord penis was inserted into Anneliz's vagina, and more men surrounded her, violating every inch of the petite girl's skin.

Penis occupied every possible opening she could penetrate. At first, she was used to using her skills to drain the men's semen, but she quickly gave up and fell into the abyss of lust, letting herself be manipulated.

"Ugh! Ugh!!" A thick, hard penis was shoved into Anneliese's mouth, bulging her cheeks. She immediately and obediently sucked it deep into her throat, carefully licking the strange-smelling penis filled with a mixture of semen and urine, moving her throat and stimulating it. She swallowed the penis repeatedly like eating a popsicle, her tongue occasionally teasing the glans. Soon, a stream of hot liquid shot powerfully into her mouth, but before she could even savor the taste, another foul-smelling penis took its place.

She felt pleasure emanating from her breasts as several rough hands mercilessly kneaded her breasts. The soft allure of her breasts made the men lose control, and the milk gushing from her nipples urged them to ravage her breasts even more. Some men were already there, scooping up her milk in cups and mixing it with mead before drinking it down.

She completely gave up resistance, letting these men play with her for their amusement, yet she also wholeheartedly used every inch of her skin to please them, because this complete indulgence also brought her immense pleasure.

She felt she was no longer a dragonborn, no powerful heroine, but simply a woman, purely experiencing the pleasure that only women could enjoy, the overlapping orgasms that only women could experience. But this overlapping pleasure was also slowly eroding her, transforming her from a woman into a female beast, a trembling piece of flesh existing only for sex.

Isn't this perfect? Anneliese thought, "Am I not just a... female animal waiting to be slaughtered?"

Yes, I still have to be slaughtered... so I can't drain these men dry here.

Anneliese's lustful mind regained some of its thinking ability, also because such debauchery was gradually no longer satisfying her body. She knew that this was precisely why her body craved slaughter; she had gradually become accustomed to this debauchery, so only the supreme pleasure—the sadistic pleasure of death—could satisfy her.
So she couldn't drain these men dry, which wasn't impossible. Women are naturally gifted with the ability to have multiple orgasms, and her alluring body, even when still, would attract men's lust, not to mention her physical strength was far beyond what these warriors could match.

Therefore, despite her own regret, she had to stop the men's second round of gang rape.
"Cough cough cough... um." She stood up from the puddle of semen, swallowed the white fluid in her mouth, and waved her hand to refuse and push away the men who wanted to continue raping her.

Ah, no.

Anneliese realized she had easily driven these men away; she knew it was because the men, having released their desires once, had regained some of their senses. This wouldn't do; if she didn't press on, she might miss her chance to be executed.

No…no, their identities as livestock have already been revealed, and the public gang rape has been concealed. I must be executed today, or I won't just miss out on the ultimate pleasure.

“Master…” She humbly lowered herself, crawling on the ground like a female dog, the white fluid filling her honey hole and anus drawing winding curves on the ground with her swaying waist.

“Thank you for your comfort, Master…the female livestock Anneliese is satisfied. Master, may I…may I begin to slaughter Anneliese now?” Kmat swallowed hard, staring with difficulty at the female flesh kneeling before him. His somewhat muddled consciousness realized that this female livestock was actually…

actually what?

“Annelis…can you accept being slaughtered?” She raised her head, her pair of purplish-pink eyes looking at him with longing and urging.

He suddenly realized that what she was actually no longer mattered. At this moment, kneeling before him was merely a female beast yearning to be slaughtered, a piece of living female flesh waiting to be eaten.

"Boss?!" Kermat shouted. The tavern owner, who had been caught up in the orgies, quickly answered with his voice. "Kermat?" "Boss, please get ready, we'll probably need your skills later! Haha, you might go down in history today!" "Haha. Alright, I'll go get the cutting board!" The owner, drunk and under the influence of the potion, was clearly the kind of person who didn't think much of things, but some still showed signs of unease.

Impulsiveness is an essential quality for warriors, courage is a basic skill, but ultimately only those who remain calm are most likely to survive. The Nord warriors inside were all survivors of near-death experiences, and although Anneliese's potion-making skills were unparalleled, some still vaguely sensed something was wrong.

"Kermat...isn't this a bit much? She's...she's a dragonborn! And she's supposedly a high mage at Eastburg Academy, and she's got close ties with the Companions, right?" "Yeah, killing Miss Anneliese like this...isn't that a bit much?" "What are you all talking about? Anneliese doesn't understand." Anneliese spoke up at this moment. "Annelis, you're nothing now! You're no longer human, just a piece of meat. Aren't female animals meant to be slaughtered?" She questioned with an innocent yet lewd smile.
"Hahaha, that's right! You all saw it, my deal with Miss Anneliese is legal! Come, Miss Anneliese, take out your golden battle axe, let me try it out." "Master?! Master is going to use Anneliese's weapon to kill Anneliese?" Anneliese's body trembled with excitement. She obediently took out the golden battle axe that had killed the vampire master Movasa from her spatial ring and presented it to Kermat with both hands.

The heavy battle axe nearly caused Kmart to drop it. In that instant, a flash of clarity crossed his mind: Anneliese was far stronger than anyone else present. What if she changed her mind at the last minute? Would he be the first to suffer? Or worse, would everyone else be silenced?

But Anneliese's actions quickly dispelled his worries.

Anneliese took out a dmolite box from her spatial ring, placed it on the table, and opened it. Instantly, a rich aroma wafted out, instantly overpowering the lewd atmosphere in the room.
It contained various spices. Some of the warriors who had served as guards for caravans recognized them as precious spices, each gram worth a fortune.

The chef, the owner, was the first to be drawn to them.

"This?! These are!!" As a chef, the owner knew the true value of these seasonings better than the warriors. With them, even a mediocre chef could cook up exquisite dishes.

"Anneliz wanted to be slaughtered even when she was still human, but she felt it would be a waste to cook her beautiful flesh so casually, so she specially prepared these... So, Master, please allow me to cook Anneliz with these spices!" Anneliz said.

This made everyone realize that Anneliz had probably been preparing for her own execution all along.

Although it was rare and hard to understand, there were indeed women who became livestock simply because they liked it. Was Anneliz one of those women?

With this thought in mind, Kermat nodded.

"Yes, thank you, Master. Then, Chef, these spices are yours." Anneliz said with a smile, straightened up, and slowly walked away.

This might be... no, this was her final journey.

She saw the stone platform, the very one she had once hidden in Helgen (the opening scene of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, where you're an unlucky death row inmate who, due to bad luck, stumbles upon something you shouldn't have and is sentenced to death as a rebel, though you escape).

It was a common, simple execution platform in Skyrim; when the condemned rested their neck on it, their head would roll down the groove into a container below after being severed. These kinds of platforms in taverns were mostly used to execute livestock. Seeing the dried blood on the platform, Anneliese knew it must have absorbed the lives of countless young women, and soon she too would be executed here, no different from those other female animals. She turned to her master, Kermat, who had followed her carrying her battle axe, and removed the spatial ring from her finger, placing it in his hand.

"Master, according to the law, all of Anneliese's property already belongs to you." Without waiting for Kmart's reaction, she knelt on the ground, resting her long neck on the stone platform.

She was acutely aware of her impending execution. What would happen after her death? Would chaos reign? And would Kmart, the Nord warrior who had devised this novel way to turn her into livestock, truly have a chance to inherit her property? Or would he die because of his possession of her treasure? It

didn't matter anymore .

Her lustful body, the primal urge of her flesh, made a final plea. So she said, "Master, because Anneliese has strong vitality, she can still perform oral sex on you after being beheaded. Why don't you try it now? Master… please execute me, Anneliese! Slaughter me… and then eat me!" Her words stimulated her, and without warning, she reached a small climax.

"I'll fuck you one last time, Miss Anneliz... I'll execute you, but if you change your mind..." "No... Master, Anneliz... Anneliz exists to be slaughtered, a born beast, so, so please... execute me!" The illusion she laced with words shattered Khmet's nascent rationality, and then he said, "I'll fuck you one last time, and then cut off your head. I hope you won't change your mind." "Ah!!" Anneliz felt a thick, powerful penis pierce her honeypot, directly impacting her uterus.

Sex again, being penetrated in her honeypot!

Khmet's movements were rough and violent, like all Nords, possessing immense explosive power and relatively good stamina—something Anneliz knew all too well. She had made love to countless men countless times, but this time, she felt her body as sensitive as a virgin experiencing first love. Perhaps... it must be because... this was the last time!!

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die..." she whispered, as if possessed, her body swaying with the force of the impact, her full breasts repeatedly slapping against the cold stone platform with a slapping sound.

"Huff...huff..." Kermat gasped for breath, one hand gripping the battle axe, the other holding Annelies' trembling waist. He could feel that Annelies was different now than when they had gang-raped her earlier. Back then, she had the upper hand, relentlessly exploiting him; few of the first men could last long inside her before giving up completely. But now, Annelies was fully cooperating with him. The initial, draining-like intercourse was gone. Her vagina carefully followed his rhythm, feeling the pulse of his penis. He understood; she wanted to reach orgasm with him.

"Master...Master, Annelies...I can't take it anymore...hurry! Give it to me! Give Annelies the last of your semen! Kill me quickly!!!" She howled like a dying female beast. He understood; he wanted to behead her at the moment of her orgasm. This was the technique of those executioners who specialized in slaughtering female animals. He didn't think he could perfectly replicate it, but he should try.

Because he had heard that a woman beheaded at the moment of climax would also give the man making love to her immense pleasure.

At this moment, Anneliese could feel the almost uncontrollable throbbing of Khmet's penis, and she sensed the overflowing desire within her. She could also feel Khmet's hand loosen its grip on her waist, raising the giant axe. Without turning around, she could feel the weapon that had accompanied her on her long journey hanging above her neck, waiting to decapitate her. She finally lost control; their desires erupted simultaneously. Her spasming vagina pressed against the gushing penis, and a large amount of hot, white fluid sprayed into the girl's body. "Ahhhhh!!" She let out a long, lewd moan, her muscles spasming with pleasure. She felt the electric current of pleasure surge from her womb to her brain, but at the same time, she felt her battle axe about to strike. Time suddenly slowed down, and the brief climax she was immersed in seemed to be stretched infinitely, like eternity. She was immersed in this pleasure that felt like she was being torn apart, feeling the axe blade slowly approaching.

She knew she still had a chance to survive.

Anneliese's strength was enough to allow her to avoid the execution axe at the last moment, but she hesitated.
Should she run away? Should she live?

Or should she be executed here without resistance? Eaten?

The moment death approached was also stretched to an infinite length. This was the so-called revolving lantern before death, but unlike others, Anneliese still had the choice to turn back even in this revolving lantern.

"Crack!"

Something was cut.

"Bang!"

Something rolled to the ground.

Some people exclaimed, some cheered, some applauded, and Anneliese's world spun around.

Kermat stared in disbelief at the golden giant axe embedded in the stone platform in his hand.

He hadn't expected this to actually happen. Although all signs pointed to Anneliz's genuine desire to be executed, she had also managed to escape and survive until the very last moment. How could he, with his own strength, possibly behead a powerful dragonborn?

But…

Anneliz's headless body suddenly sprang up, her uncontrolled flesh trembling wildly in her arms and legs, writhing alluringly before collapsing. Then, golden holy water gushed from her lower body, and blood-red fluid spurted from the cleanly severed head.

Anneliz, this powerful dragonborn girl, perhaps even the most powerful being in Skyrim, had been slaughtered by him with her own weapon?

He walked over and picked up the girl's head, which was rolling on the ground.

Anneliz, just as she herself had said, though decapitated, her head was still alive. However, she was now beyond saving; she was, in a sense, dead.

Anneliese's crystal-clear eyes still sparkled with excitement and pleasure, her fox ears trembled, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

He couldn't read lips, but he understood her words, "Thank you... for... executing me... and asking me to clean... you?" He remembered what he had said before, so he decided to try and see if this living head could truly provide a final service.

Anneliese carefully sucked on his penis, cleaning it for him, licking away the semen remaining on the shaft. She did it slowly and laboriously, because now she only had her head left. In that moment, she finally chose to accept the inevitable fate of being a beast, and so she walked towards her inevitable death. But she didn't regret the final moment when the decapitation sealed the current of pleasure in her brain. Until this moment, she was still immersed in endless pleasure, even as the darkness of death gradually swallowed her.

She was satisfied with everything that had happened that day, even grateful that he had been able to kill her. This was the ultimate pleasure she sought, the pleasure that led to death. So her final service was to him, her last, to let him ejaculate in her mouth. She used every tongue technique she could think of to stimulate the penis that had just ejaculated.

Kermat found that his penis had become hard again under the stimulation of Anneliese's head. He released his hands from holding her head, and the beautiful head was now hanging on his penis. This stimulated the dead girl to serve his penis even more diligently. But it was, after all, a severed head. Anneliese's movements became slower and slower, and her eyes gradually lost their luster. Kermat knew he had to do something.

He picked up her head again and repeatedly thrust it in and out, as if masturbating. It felt like Anneliese was performing deepthroating again.

This… was right. Anneliese admired his ingenuity; this was one last time…

His desire erupted in her mouth, the ejaculation still powerful and thick. A stream of white liquid suddenly gushed from the blood-dripping wound, the taste of his semen filling her mouth. She felt she could never forget the taste of semen; perhaps she would truly become a slave to it.

If… she hadn't died.

His penis, now limp from ejaculation, went limp, and the will in her head plunged into darkness. Her eyes completely lost their color, like gemstones turning into cheap glass.

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