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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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I barely followed Sanguine through a crowd of raging mortals, mired in their dancing and something clearly more, and then i took up driving a car in which the very unambiguous playlist of Britney Spears, one of the new popular singers, was constantly playing.
"With a taste of your lips,
I'm on a ride.
You're toxic,
I'm slipping under"
His deep voice caused me the most base needs, as always. Only now I agreed to his gamble and there was no turning back. I wanted to try it, whatever it was.
As soon as we reached an elite high-rise building, he practically pulled me out of the car, swiftly heading for the elevator from the parking lot.
And Sanguine wouldn't have been himself if he hadn't pushed me into the wall of the elevator, absolutely not worried that we are men and that we are clearly not alone in this place.
“Hush, rabbit,” - he whispered in my ear, embarrassing and even touching me somehow.
Who else is a rabbit among us, this remains to be verified, although, I believe in its complete perversity. Again I remained silent after following his words and felt his lips on my neck, along with ragged breathing and a hand on the other side of my neck.
He was clearly nervous, gnawed and didn't want to wait. If he was in his Plan, he would have brought everything to life long ago. He covered my neck with hickeys, sometimes too sick, from which I uttered noisy sighs and my legs gave way slightly. I felt weak from his pressure, especially when he squeezed me more and more and the suction began to become careless, frequent. As a result, he shoved his knee between my legs, so inappropriately stimulating my penis, which made it even harder to endure everything. I tried to control myself harder.
"You smell like that..." - Sanji croaked, biting his lip and sliding his nose down my collarbones, up my neck to my chin and throwing my head back.
"How?" - I asked mechanically, shuddering and feeling goosebumps all over my skin.
Yes, he clearly knew what he was doing and knew what to do with me.
"Hah," - he left another hickey on my skin and spoke quietly, - "sweet..."
I swallowed, surprised that no one stopped the elevator and entered it, because we had already reached its floor. And Sanguine already knew this, as he pulled back and straightened his crooked tie, gesturing to come out.
There was no one on the floor, but my brother still behaved calmly until we entered his apartment, where his servants were already waiting for us, who, apparently, didn't leave the house at all. It is clear, they were dremoras.
"Master! Have you brought your brother? Surprisingly, we were arguing about how soon we should expect him to visit," - one of the men grinned widely, straightening the edges of his robe.
The second one shyly ran his finger along the edge of the vine glass and looked away. Maybe, he not used to it yet.
"Yes, today I will have a very productive day, boys, our great Vile decided to please us with his presence!"
Sanguine made me nervous.
“I hope you don’t torture me to death,” - I looked away and crossed my arms over my chest, after which one of his servants came up to me and pulled off my shoulders, not without effort, because I resisted, the jacket.
"Oh, Master, you already... but..." - apparently, it was the youngest of his servants.
"Don't strain your head, we have a different task," - said the second.
He nodded in response and hung his jacket on the hanger, returning to me.
“Don't worry, sir, I just want to help you relax,” - his voice was soft and soothing, so I easily succumbed, if only because he was the most benevolent Daedra of all those present.
"Okay, take him to the bedroom, while I find the best alcohol that I have," - he ordered my companion, - "and you come with me," - he called the second, who smirked smugly and got up from the sofa, imposingly walking towards the owner.
Sanguine's room wasn't spacious, without windows, there were neon lights on the walls, the bed was round, everything was not like people, strange and pretentious. It smelled of incense and as if it had never been ventilated here, and the air itself was filled with something ... such an inviting smell.
"Sorry for the mess, nevertheless, our Lord doesn't stop his stormy activity, as you noticed," - I just shook my head and nodded.
Yes, I know what he suits here when he is not with me, it is not a secret even for this city.
"You know... our master often loved, well... asked some of his servants to take your appearance," - from this I choked on air and even coughed.
In what sense asked me to take my appearance? My appearance! This is the look that I have detailed so diligently over the years to be perfect. From this, I even wanted to swear at the servant, but I realized that there was no point, he just said what he wanted to tell.
"I see..." - it was that I spat back.
The servant was slightly embarrassed and gestured to sit in a chair casually standing somewhere in the corner of the room, and I agreed, collapsing tiredly on him, forgetting that I was in a torn shirt.
But his servant still remembered.
"Master clearly wouldn't mind if we gave you a new one in exchange for this rag," - he poked my chest with his finger and made me offended again.
This rag was the best shirt of the best material, but yes, now rags.
“I’ll be immensely grateful, boy,” - I stretched out and crossed my legs, leaning my elbows on a chair.
Dremora froze for a second, as if he saw a ghost, and then muttered, thinking that I wouldn't hear:
"Just like a picture..."
I chuckled, feeling a kind of pride and with a smug face did several tricks, returning my horns and ears with the good old look, forcing the dremora to look away, either in shame or in embarrassment.
"Unless now," - I noticed how the guy smiled briefly and slipped into the living room, quickly looking for something, and then without a word left a shirt on the arm of the chair, but didn't have time to leave, because my head was clearly getting confused thoughts, - "wait," - I grabbed his hand and pulled on myself.
I haven't seen my skaafins like this for so long. He was clearly in awe, fear and embarrassment, and my servants? They have already become like mortal, rude and eternally bored creatures. They have completely lost their fun.
"What is it, sir?" - he tried not to look worried, but his voice betrayed all the emotions.
Before me was on the knees of a dremora, to which time came.
"It's just..." - I hesitated and stared at his overly correct face for a dremora, even, more feminine, and his eyes were just perfect, too good to let go just like that.
I put my hand on his cheek, noticing how my nails grew, returning me to my Daedric form, and leaned forward, leaving a light kiss on his lips, restraining myself from more active things.
"Well, why are you standing there, go back already, your Master will have a wild night, so it's time for the two of you to retern into the Plan!"
Dremora barely recovered from the shock and immediately, looking down guiltily, got up, moving away.
Sanguine looked at him with an odd grin as he left, but it seemed to me that there was something more serious behind that expression.
As soon as he felt that the servants were not around, I swear, he instantly changed his mood and was somewhat offended, most likely because of my actions. Well, I'm not married to him, so it doesn't matter.
"You know, I love my subjects, but this... i am ready to cut his hands off," - he said this with such an easy smile that I felt a little uneasy.
"For what? He did nothing wrong," - I drawled, the amazing thing was that I interceded at all, because I never really cared about the lower Daedra.
“For deciding to seduce the wrong target,” - he grinned, - “you don’t think that now I’ll just let someone try to take away my only... very close... brother?"
I chuckled at the fact that he was jealous of me so rudely and openly, and then blurted out:
"Oh, if there were any other brothers or sisters here, you wouldn't have paid attention to the fact that someone "seduce" me, you are the most promiscuous Daedra, you just need to have any of us"
In response to this, he chuckled softly, meaningfully.
"It's not as simple and obvious as you think"
I reluctantly got up from the chair and stood in front of the edge of the bed, putting my hands on my hips revealingly.
"And that, I remember, you promised me something so interesting," - after these words, I felt his hands, clasping my torso and immediately striving under the fabric of a torn shirt, roughly rubbing my skin and chest, making me sigh noisily.
It was as if he decided to start with a massage, relaxing my muscles and he did great because soon I just threw my head back, quite grumbling.
"Come on, relax and harder..." - I felt his boner on my back and involuntarily gasped, - "yeah, you will have to sigh like that very often tonight"
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