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It's hard to be god	By : Neurofunl_Writer Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All rights on characters belong to Bethesda Softworks. I don't own Skyrim or make a profit off of this work. It’s purely for entertainment.

Chapter List
- 1-Boredom
- 2-Jealousy
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It's funny how time flies quickly, centuries have already changed, the time has come for technology. We, Daedra, have witnessed the formation of a medieval mortals - into the mortals, who is now called "modern".
For us, in contrast to them, evolution was given easier, we became stronger, as there were more people, and we also became more powerful. Each of us, we had much more strength and henchmen than before.
However, we have become less united, even though we were not very like that before tho. We hardly saw each other, no one cared about what the other was doing, because everyone lived perfectly in their own world with sufficient strength. Unless "some" loved to unleash wars or wanted to take over the world, however, it all ended with the next "let mortals try to fight each other, it's more spectacular".
The little creatures even forgot the good old gods, they changed the Aedra for fictional individual gods and each worshiped his own. It's funny, but I thought that Stendarr's patrol would take us out faster, the people here surprised me too.
As for the funniest trinity... Sanguine and I see each other more often than we ever hear about Sheogorath. He is so dearly lost somewhere that we can only guess what he is doing according to the events in the world. Yes, even now, look at all the craziness around and you will understand that this definitely cannot happen just like that.
"Hey, wish-doer," - boozer laughed, - "are you already asleep?"
I just chuckle in response and shift my gaze to the cheeky brother in the chair. He is still the same as he was before, except that this new fashion for costumes is too boring for him. Well, at least he doesn't go naked?
"Hah, I was in my mind," - it was hard for me to look at him for a long time, if only because the dope from his hookah made my eyelids heavy, - "time drags on like a nougat, and we stupidly follow it, watching the little mortals, we have become much less fun, no progression, life stoped," - I close my eyes for a second to immediately feel how Sanguine sits down on my sofa next to me, pushing himself harder to me.
"Are you sure? We still have us, let's have a party?" - he put his chin on my shoulder and even through my white shirt I can feel how his stubble pricks my skin.
“I don’t know, I don’t want to,” - I answer listlessly, without opening my eyes.
He just sighs heavily, dousing his skin with the heat of breath and the smell of mint tobacco with some unknown to me notes.
"Then maybe..." - he grinned, I learned to distinguish his grin by touch, after which he barely touches my neck with his lips and this causes a sharp rush of adrenaline.
"Stop! Are you crazy?" - i hardly fight back, realizing, nevertheless, that I like it.
Really like it. But the body still stubbornly resisting, and my eyes opened as much as they can in my current state.
“Oh, I'm not sure Sheo cares about me, so no, i'm not crazy,” - his calm and self-satisfied look no longer irritated me, because I see him every day.
Although now his eyes glittered somehow unusually, maybe he under drugs, or maybe the hookah did its own thing.
For some reason, I grinned at this and opened my mouth, because I didn't have enough oxygen at all, and for some reason I didn't even notice how I fell back on the armrest of the sofa, giving my brother the opportunity to close my escape routes.
“He will not touch me if I don’t want to,” - is what was spinning in my head, and my gaze slid over his face, along with my fingertips.
It didn't seem funny to him, and earlier he would have laughed heartily at it. Now he even leaned forward, letting my fingers penetrate his mouth.
“Damn,” - it escaped my lips as I felt his tongue caressing my fingers.
With a strange lust he wrapped his lips around my skin, sucking on my phalanges like candy.
At some point, I just couldn't stand it, pulling this impudent person to me and pressed my forehead to his, licking my lips. Even now, his gaze has not changed.
“You had such a damn cute face when I licked your fingers~,” - he whispered, as always in a teasing manner.
He was very fond of teasing people and absorbing their emotions, as if he was learning them, although what he could learn? Sanguine knew everything about people. As I.
I decided not to answer and not to indulge his ego, I just ran the tip of my tongue over his lips to have him give me permission, God knows why, an oldschool habit, but I got permission instantly. I don't remember kissing someone in my life so demanding and hard.
I grabbed him by his resin hair and did not allow him to pull away, pressed against him so hard that I had to wrap my legs around his waist and sit on his lap. And I felt good, so that for the first time I felt the pleasure of life in the long centuries of the already new world.
I pressed into him harder, feeling his hands on my hips, they strongly squeezed the rough fabric of my pants, slightly growling through the kiss, forcing me to humming in response.
I felt the same pleasure that emanated from the aura of the libertine. For the first time in my presence, he moaned so much from the usual kiss, close contact. We didn't even care about the music coming from behind the door of this "dirty" place where we whiled away the evenings of our boring existence.
"Stop... fizzled out," - he pulled away grinned, grabbing my cheeks with both hands, - "give me a minute," - his lips barely touched mine, but I still wanted to continue.
"Take off... your jacket," - a sharp desire and even quite logical, I wanted to feel his body under the thin fabric of his shirt, to grab him for this stupid useless tie, which he could never properly tie.
He grinned and pulled his hands back, throwing off his jacket effortlessly, after which I, without looking up from his forehead, ran my hands along his back, already completely damp with sweat.
Sanguine looked up at my eyes, causing my heart to flutter and my body to move forward again. We again grasped each other's lips, but already allowed ourselves to move away, caressing each other's yawns, covering lips with small kisses.
"I want you," - said Sanguine, biting my lip, - "so much..."
I chuckled back.
"Then come here, insatiable pervert," - I opened my mouth and grabbed his unfortunate tie with one hand, pulling it towards me.
Surprisingly, my brother took this with amazing enthusiasm. He smiled predatory, and after a couple of graceful, as he himself would say, movements, loomed over me.
"More wishes, master?" - his smile widened and his pants were much tighter.
Surprisingly, as a teenager, I thought that his penis was in constant erection.
"Hmm, actually there is one thing," - I also involuntarily grinned, - "although I usually fulfill desires. Throw out all your energy, if an old man like you still has it," - he arched his eyebrows and clearly didn't believe, that I wished for something so crazy.
"Oh, that's it," - he instantly changed his mood to a playful one, - "you underestimate me, very underestimate..."
Sanguine slammed his lips into my neck, I didn't even have time to do anything, and his sharp fangs sank into my skin as his tongue tickled my skin and collected drops of blood. My brother's hands gave up my wrists so that he squeezedthe veins, but quickly realized this and slightly loosened his grip.
"Oh! Don't stop at one point!" - i felt unbearably painful after some pleasure from what was happening.
He looked up from the red, wet spot, grinning. The bruise will appear very quickly, and the canine marks will take a long time to heal.
"Ok~"
He began to roughly kiss his neck, leaving bite marks on the sides of his neck, it hurt as much as it felt good. My wounds tingled slightly when my brother's tongue touched them, however, when his hands dropped to my chest, all feelings switched to other sensations.
How he unbuttoned my shirt, eventually just ripping off all the buttons, how he looked at me with an animal gaze, breathing heavily and sinking to the nipples, making me embarrassed.
I didn’t look at what he was doing to me, I could only put my hand on his shoulder and cover my mouth with the other. It helped when my sensitivity increased and I began to feel the same movement of the tip of his tongue, every pressure of his fingers and cried out as he wrapped his fangs around my nipples, squeezing them slightly.
He tried with all his might to make me make at least a sound, but he succeeded only when he seriously bit me there, grabbing my hands and holding them stronger than before.
He grinned at me predatory as I bent my legs and arched, letting out a short, loud exclamation. I continued to shiver and grumble in displeasure, while he chuckled contentedly, without opening his jaw.
"It hurts, it hurts!" - burst out when I could no longer endure, it was so unpleasant that tears were already streaming down my cheeks.
"Well, well, I will throw out everything, including the desire to hurt, and that's not all," - he whispered back, running his hand along the inside of my thigh, - "what I want to do here is different from what will I do with you at home," - he ran his tongue across my chest and stomach, dropping to my pants, - "at home I will do what is best left between us, no one should accidentally notice you in the form in which you will be," - he squeezed an erection with his hand, looking at my tortured face, - "believe me, you will not regret it."
He looked a little too excited, but something about it intrigued me. What kind of sex program is he preparing for me?
"Hmm, deal," - I said with a slight smile.
Yet he could have intrigued so many years later. And why does he look so happy without being dominant? Has he really failed so much in life.
Suddenly he decided to stop, as if he remembered something, and began to look a little ridiculous while looking for the hidden bottle of Jagermeister.
"Still, I want to drink a little," - and the word "a little" he meant to gulp a third of the bottle, like an animal, from the bottleneck.
Although, I would also not mind, especially in front of something like that. Therefore, I snatched the bottle from him, slightly spilling its contents on myself and took a couple of sips, from which all my insides cramped. This alcohol is still too strong for me.
Leaving the bottle, I looked up at Sanji, who was already on my feet, unbuttoning the zipper of my pants.
"Well, let's release Him, huh?" - Sanguine squeezed my cock through h a cloth, making me shrink and flinch.
Alcohol worked so quickly, probably because I hadn't eaten anything yet, or maybe because of my low weight. It was because of the intoxication that I felt everything doubly acute, even such a touch.
"It's even interesting what is there, i never knew, have you returned to your shapeshifting"
From such a comment, something suddenly came over me, either memories of the past, or something else, but I could not remain silent, as if it was extremely important: to object.
"Hey! I wouldn't go around in those... form... I am so happy with my appearance!"
Sanguine smiled softly and I looked away. Confusion again. It is already becoming painful and symptomatic.
“I know, and I'm also pleased with your appearance, sweetheart,” - I swallowed at this nickname and covered my mouth with my hand so as not to show how my teeth were clenched with shame.
But this would hardly hide my condition when my brother's hand already feels the tremors of my penis.
"Well, let's go," - I didn't let go of my gaze, only feeling first the cold and the sharp release of my flesh, and then the heat spreading over the delicate skin.
I allowed myself to let out a quiet exclamation, which made Sanji very happy as his voice became deeper and more stringy.
"Dear little Vile, why are you so shy, still neglect yourself?" - he literally breathed on my skin before taking my penis into his mouth and making me shudder all over, looking at him.
It was a sight that I never seemed to think to see. But I saw it, felt a hot mouth and a wet tongue, working so well that not a single most expensive whore with a lot of experience would compare with him. It is true.
I bet my face was all red and full of sweat, not to mention the rest of my body.
“S-Sanguine,” - the only thing that escaped me before I choked on the rest of the words and put my hand on the top of his head, leaning back.
His name worked like fuel on him. It only added to my brother's fervor, and he looked with pleasure in my direction, which I could observe occasionally opening my eyes. Was he laughing, humming with pleasure, or to please me by vibrating his vocal cords?
"You're taste really sweet too, huh?" - he smiled broadly, pulling away from my penis, but continuing to work with his hand, lifting his lips along my skin from the abdomen to the neck.
It left unkempt wet footprints until it reached my ear.
"Maybe I can use a few more of your interesting "spots"?" - he literally chirped it in a high flirting tone, putting his hand on my chest and touching the nipple, which instantly brought me to my senses.
I widened my eyes with a harsh mixed sensation of tickling and rubbing on equally sensitive skin, after which Sanguine hummed contentedly, again placing his index finger on my nipple.
"Look, just like the sticks on the gamepad, right?" - he ran his finger in a circle and laughed, hearing my quiet grunt. - "Well, where will our car go? Forward?" - he pulled my nipple up and made me arch, tried to escape from the overabundance of sensations.
I jerked my cock again, making the drunkard think that he was on the right track.
"Then maybe, back?" - he pressed into my ear and my leg flinched as he pulled the nipple down.
"God, please..." - I couldn't stand it, because I barely controlled the body so as not to start breaking out of its captivity.
"Please, what?" - my hand was still on his hair and I, catching my breath a little, grinned, gently grabbing him by them and lowering his head down again.
“I ask you to do something more important, otherwise,” - I swallowed, trying to control myself, - “my penis will be in another place,” - he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but with a smile, and moved his hands to my waist.
"Well, if you talk like that ~"
His voice clearly sounded more threatening, but now I didn't care at all, because he, damn it, gives me a blowjob. Sanguine. Prince of revelry. Oh yes, it was worth it just to enjoy the moment.
And I enjoyed as best I could, playing this game with him and guiding him, holding his hair and rewarding not rare exclamations... even moans.
Words cannot convey how good he was, especially when he decided to finish me off by giving me the opportunity to fuck his mouth on my own, although how to say who won at that moment. I, or he, when he heard so many dirty words from me, which he had never heard in all the time.
"Fuck! Take it all, Sanguine... daedric whore-prince huh!" - in my eyes everything was floating and not even from alcohol, but from the fact that I was losing concentration from sensations.
And how could he withstand such a pressure, after all, I didn't let him pull away for so long, just keeping his head pressed against my hips. Soon I realized that I simply couldn't restrain myself, but my brother didn't let me pull away, holding my waist with force and swallowing all the sperm to the end, making me embarrassed, feeling proud and at the same time my orgasm became sweeter.
"Mmm, baby, our prelude is over," - my clouded gaze rose to his face and I arched an eyebrow, not understanding why he called it "prelude", - "I told you that this is just the smallest part," - he held his thumb on his lips, cleaning them and then took his jacket, stretching it out to me, - "put on, we are going to me, dear," - he threw such a look at me that a wave of chill went through my body.
It definitely meant that there was something dark and deep, naughty on Sanji's mind and it definitely wasn't something I'd seen before at his orgies. He grinned and I noticed that the edges of his untied shirt were covering a very pronounced erection, but he would have made it to the car even in this state.
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