3 years of practicing conjuration magic. That’s what it took. 3 years of poring over books, studying the draugr in the nearby barrow whilst under the effects of an invisibility potion. 3 years of mind-bogglingly boring work. But by the gods, it was all worth it as soon as I clapped eyes on her. Towering over me at 7ft tall, she truly was a sight to behold. An ancient daedra from times long forgotten. Or maybe times not yet had.

This was the fruit of my labour. Of 3 years searching through dusty trap ridden tombs. Standing before me was a Daedric Seducer out of legend. A chaotic being that was created to serve Mehrunes Dagon was now at my bidding, my beck and call. By the Gods I could barely believe it. I was sweating in my Fine Boots as I debated what I should say to her first.

Her obsidian skin glimmered in the gentle moonlights cast by Masser and Secunda, darker than a black soul gem. It was beautiful and my feeble mortal mind wished to stare into it for eternity, but I was ripped from my stupor by a silken voice, calling me forth from the dark pools that made up her bountiful chest.

“Whatever do you desire from me, Master?” Her deep voice was feminine and questioning of me. I was in control. I felt my staff quivering from beneath my robes, 11 inches of Nordic wood planted upon my rippling frame, grown strong from many nights clambering about in the barrows of the Draugr.

“I…. I have only one wish of you. As your Lord and Master, I desire pleasure the likes of which has not been witnessed by a mortal man since the days of the Atmorans.” I felt my voice waver as my confidence grew weak. Would she find me willing? Would she teach me the ancient fornicatory secrets that the Daedra were purported to hide? As my worry grew within me I saw her face contort in a sort of demonic beauty.

“Mortal, you wish for me to partake in you? I have never been asked to pleasure a mortal being before. Much less a being with such… pleasurable attributes.” Lust filled her eyes as she traced my robe. I felt my member perk up as she walked towards me and slowly lifted my Novice Mage Robes, exposing me to her completely. “I have never seen a mortal so well created. Tell me, what is it that made you this way? Who was your creator?” the Seducer sounded genuinely curious, and my Nord blood rushed to my waist. She looked on in shock as my piece rose amidst a bush to rival an Bosmer’s. She slowly approached me, taking careful steps, her curvaceous body leaving blackened footprints in her wake. She bent down and clasped her long tendril-like hands around my cock. By Ysmir! I felt the rush of Talos as my seed left me and spatter her chest, contrasting it’s obsidian sheen with my superior Nord troll fat, thick in consistency and a hearty meal for any lass that care to bring it forth.

The Daedric Seducer looked at me in disgust as I felt aghast at my actions. I could not contain myself as such a gentle touch from this creature was like all the pleasure I had ever felt before condensed into one. Surely not even Dibella could bring forth such a feeling! I didn’t blame myself as surely she would be ready for round two. But I was sorely mistaken. As her grip tightened, I felt a pain from deep within me as her voice grew raspy, “Mortal, you disgust me. You are weaker than your body would have me believe. You gave up your essence without a fight, and now I repeat myself. Who was your creator?” This was kind of a confusing question. “You mean my father?” I pondered out loud to myself.

Without warning her formerly orichalcum-strong grip loosened, and one look at my member confirmed that the damage was done. Blackened like void dust, my giant club had shrivelled to more of a skeever tail. And before I could utter another word I felt her and I travel across realms only to appear in a place that was oddly familiar.

We stood within my father’s house in Dragon Bridge. I was confused, how did we even get here? This was a days pace on a horse away from the Barrow where I had practiced my infernal arts. I then realized that I was still naked and my cock seed spewer shriveled sadly between my legs. I grabbed a nearby table cloth as the Daedric Seducer looked to the elderly form that lay sleeping nearby. He rose suddenly, my father illuminated by a dark light as his Fine Clothes were ripped from his form. He seemed to sleep still, somehow unaware of what was happening to him. The Daedric Seducer walked over to him, her immortal ass flexing with every step away from me she took. I felt my cock dribble slightly, it hungered for her body. But alas, she seemed to no longer be interested in me anymore. Had I disappointed her?

She walked towards my father’s nude aging frame, his staff laying limp between his legs, what looked like a good 14 Nordic inches. A tree fit for a spriggan, and two testicles filled with the sap of the Gildergreen. The Seducer brought it forth towards her, spreading her supple form and sitting upon it. I watched as my father rose from his slumber, his cock perking up inside the Seducer. She let out an involuntary moan as she felt his Ancient Nordic Warhammer occupy her entirely. “So this is what I came here for” she spoke breathlessly, no doubt enraptured by what filled her hole. I could only watch from the ground as she rode him effortlessly.

My father grunted gently as he pushed himself in her, before long letting out a deeper grunt. He had begun to spill his seed. Well, he lasted longer than I did by about 15 seconds I guess. The Daedra began to quiver as she shared in his ecstasy. “Mehrunes Dagon never told me about this forbidden fruit, the gift of Man!” she plucked herself from his cock. She turned back around with a smile on her face as her pelvis dripped. An Imperial could never compete with a true nord in this way. I took pride in that at least. She shook once more and winked at me. “Thank you mortal, you have shown me that the creators of humans truly are equal to the Daedra in this realm.”

In a blinding flash she was gone. 3 years of work and all I got was a handy. All at once, pain began flooding from my lower body as my influenced state ended. My dick BURNED. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

I looked to my father for comfort but found him missing, a blackened corpse lay below where he had floated just mere seconds ago. I lay back and cried to myself, wishing only that She would return to me.