chapter 6

Desmond found himself floating in an endless sky, staring up at the distant stars, while a gentle breeze brushed against his skin. It was a nice feeling, pleasurable perhaps.

The pleasure welled up inside of him, growing increasingly pleasant causing him to let out a soft moan. The sensation traveled along his body until it gathered into his loins and on his member, wrapping around it like a cocoon.

Then the pleasurable feeling suddenly spiked in intensity, causing the dream realm to shatter, waking him up.

He was lying on a fur-laid bed inside Hella's room. Before he could recount the events that had transpired, he felt a pair of wet lips on his pole followed by a dexterous tongue that swirled around his shaft.

Unable to resist the pleasurable feeling any longer, he thrust his hips upward while the person underneath the fur blanket reciprocated with a throaty moan. Their arms coiled around his waist and pushed themselves deeper until their chin touched his two orbs.

His member penetrated the person's throat and without holding back, released its torrent of creamy batter. He felt their throat squeeze and swallow his load with a desperate sucking force. Their warm and wet insides continuously massaged his staff until everything was deposited into their stomach.

His body relaxed from the pleasure high, feeling a week's worth of pent-up desire get swallowed away. He grabbed the hem of the blanket wondering who had just given him heads, and pulled it off.

It was...

"Hella?"

Hella slowly inched her lips upwards, leaving a trail of saliva on the young man's shaft. Her eyes were closed as she relished in the taste of a thick and meaty prize, something she had never done before but always wanted to try.

Her mouth made a popping sound when she sucked the remaining juices followed by a string of lewd fluids connecting her ruby lips to the tip.

"Good morning, you amazing man, and might I say, you have quite the monster down here."

Desmond smiled, realizing he had just gotten his first blow job while he was asleep. And it was none other than the person he had fixed the other day.

She looked more human now. It was a mix of her pre-hag appearance, the illusion he had of her, and a little bit of Raven-like beauty. There was also a small tattoo of a bird underneath her right eye.

'Did I do this?'

It felt like a hazy dream. His hands turned gold and Hellas spirit was like a painting he could modify. A pallet in his left hand and a brush in his right.

"I'm happy you look much better, Hella. And um, th-thank you for the service."

Hella slinked her way up Desmond's naked body, brushing it against her now soft skin.

Her head rested on the pillow beside his while her breasts pushed against his arm and her leg over his waist.

There were no words to say as they stared into each other's eyes. Desmonds rod stiffed to full then he shifted his body so that he was on top of Hella, staring down at her.

Her eyes sparkled as she felt the man above her gaze at her with a need. Her pussy quivered, the outer lips engorging and the little sensitive nub popping out of its hood. On instinct, her legs slowly spread open.

The penetration was swift and brutal, much to Hella's delight. She was taken quickly and hard. Her breasts danced with each of her man's thrusts while her tightness swallowed his thick member which threatened to shape her insides with his girth.

They both moaned and held onto each other, never breaking eye contact. Her orgasms came like a shock to her body, one after the other, causing her legs to wrap around his waist on instinct.

Desmond continued churning her moist love hole for the next 15 minutes before feeling the signs of release.

Hella noticed and made sure he couldn't pull out by squeezing tighter with her legs and vaginal muscles. When he thrust his last, she felt a large hot load fill her up causing her to shudder and orgasm once more while scraping her black-painted nails across his back.

*****

After some rest, Hella opened her eyes, finding herself lying on top of Desmond. Her body was still handling the after-effects of her orgasm. While she had been a hag, her pussy was cold and clammy, but now it was soft, wet, and pliable. Her most important man had given her a new life...a better life and she felt like she wanted to do anything to make him happy.

It was as if her soul now belonged to his since he was now her creator in a way. She was really curious about his background. She thought he couldn't have been a simple guild mages apprentice judging by his amazing aptitude with magicka and how it effortlessly bowed to his every whim.

She felt a bit jealous. She wouldn't mind if he commanded her a bit more often.

"My love. We must do this every day. These pleasurable feelings...I think I am addicted."

Desmond stared at Hella, her head resting on his chest and staring into his eyes with longing.

"I as well, my beautiful songbird. Your voice is enchanting when you scream aloud."

"S-stop it...you tease," she smiled with red-tinted cheek. "I have to speak with my followers. You stay put. I'm not finished with you." She bit her lips before reluctantly getting off and putting her clothes back on.

"I think you should get new clothes. Why don't we go to a city and buy some new ones?"

Hella never considered walking inside a city before. Before, she would've been killed on site, but now it was possible.

"That would be...nice. Just me and you, yes?"

"Yes it will be us two," Desmond smirked. "A date."

Hella put on her staple leather strapped shirt which barely contained her breasts while the feathery loin cloth barely hid her ass and pussy.

'Maybe these clothes aren't so bad?'

She gave Desmond one last lustful look before stepping out.

The young Breton recounted the events of the previous day. More specifically the strange statue in his mind that was casting the illusion on him.

Who had put it there?

'I feel like I've seen it before...a lady holding a flower...'

He put all his thoughts aside. There was no use thinking about things he didn't have an understanding of. He would concentrate his efforts on the present and honing his skills. Especially his destruction as it was pitifully weak compared to others such as Ascila.

*****

"Matriarch! Is that really you!"

The foresworn gathered around the enchanting lady with the black wings of night spread proudly for them to see. Their eyes gaped like a bunch of lost puppies.

"Yes, It is I, ascended past my old husk of a body and into this more complete form."

The foresworn all gasped and stared on with reverence and awe.

One of them spoke up.

"Th-Then this means we can finally take over Markarth, right?! With your power, we can bust through the gates and kill our way through!"

"Yeah! Time for the foresworn to take back what's rightfully ours!" Another shouted.

"You're forgetting about Madanach."

"He's dead you idiot."

"No, he isn't!"

Hella looked on with disgust at the wildmen. They were fun toys to play with while she had still been a hag but now they felt more like a nuisance. She wanted to spend as little time with them as possible and more with her darling. She knew she could easily kill them all then and there. She still had to test her new powers, after all.

She made up her mind. Death would come for them one way or another. It was all a matter of time before a powerful group of adventures would come and wipe them out.

"I have decided to appoint a new leader, as I will be going on a journey. I will return when the time comes," she looked over the crowd and then stopped at a person. "For now, you will all follow the orders of...Malikai, the bear husband."

Malikai gave a huge smile as his fellow foresworn brothers clapped him on the back, calling him Boss.

"Thank you Matriarch! I will not let you down!" The Briarheart spoke with joy.

Hella left soon after leaving the tribesmen to themselves.

In a far corner stood three witches who had watched the entire ordeal. They whispered among one another.

"How is this possible? I have never even heard of such a thing. A third form?" One witch said.

"Perhaps she made a deal with a Deadra?"

"Or maybe she's hiding something. I think it might have to do with that memory-wiped Breton."

"We shouldn't test her. We don't know how strong she is."

"Yes but if we could find out how she accomplished what she did, we can be just like her! Can't you just feel the raw power that's flowing out of her body? Think about what we can have."

"Can't we just ask her?"

"Fool. No one shares their power. It has to be taken forcefully."

They stared at one another before reaching a conclusion.