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Penance	By : ShadowMeld Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 2863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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How long he sat there on his knees, writhing in torment, his hand working over his flesh until he could do nothing but cry and beg his lord with pennant lips, he would never know. But when at last Sithis moved that awful clawed hand and nudged his mouth away from the cock he had been worshipping with shameful fever he hardly remembered anything of the man he used to be.

“That is better, Maro. You feel it now, you want to repent. Good. You are nearly done with this night’s penance. My, but you do appear to be in such exquisite pain. Would you like relief, insolent Maro?”

In such a state Maro could hardly form the complexity of words. All he managed was nodding, desperate tearful jerks of the head as his blurry eyes looked up in awe filled fear at the god before him.

When the god spoke next his tone seemed pleased. “Mmmm. For your relief, you will beg to submit to me. You will forfeit your blasphemous body, that so offended me completely. Beg to me to use you and tonight’s torment will be complete.”

Maro was shaking, beyond all ideas of defiance, as all he wanted now was to finally be forgiven. Anything for but a moment of his Lord’s benevolence. His voice was deep and hoarse from sucking off the terrible god, lips aching with the shame that throbbed between his legs. “P-please, please Dread Father, f-fuck me. Use me. P-punish me and let me repent for my d-defiance. Fuck me h-hard, I deserve nothing less. I beg you, please…please…I need it.”

A deep laugh echoed in the silence of the void, the Dread Father seemingly amused as his dark gaze bored down into Maro’s trembling mortal form. The Maro of hours ago would have no doubt felt outraged at the mocking laughter of Sithis at his subjugated state. The man he was now was simply relieved that the god at least seemed pleased with him.

“Now there is a good boy, Maros. Turn around, I want you to offer yourself to me.”

The commander did not hesitate this time. He turned about, giving the looming god his back, and lowered his shoulders to the ground like the whores he’d paid at countless inns. It was hard to understand how vulnerable the position was until he himself was it, he found it even more embarrassing than he had imagined. Still, he did not move, Maro kept position even as his heart beat franticly and his mind flew with wild speculations as to what it would be like. He didn’t think the Dread Lord would be gentle.

After what seemed like days of waiting, the disturbing feeling of claws gliding over his flank made the commander jump. His fists clenched, but he kept himself from trying to look back. It was difficult, as he felt those terrible hands exploring his form so casually. They stroked his sides, and traced the muscles of his back. Maro actually moaned when they weighed his aching sac, and brushed over his member’s dripping tip. But those touches lasted all too briefly. Fingers and claws became more purposeful as they perused his ass, squeezing the globes of it to make him start. He recognized the building awareness the Dread Lord was causing. He stroked his bottom, grazing the entrance made humiliatingly slick from the products of his excitement just before the hands roughly knocked his knees farther apart.

The sudden openness actually made Maro yelp, his hands fisting in a futile attempt to control his fright. Sithis was rubbing his inner thighs now, claws dragging just enough to whisper pain as the commander forced himself to stay still for his lord. A rough chuckle seemed to resonate in the Void, and that frightening length finally brushed itself against him.

He was scared, but it didn’t stop his cock from aching at the action. As much as he would not want to admit it, he was eager for the mounting. Even now his cock dripped with arousal, and the Dread Lord had promised his reward if he behaved well.

There was no warning when Sithis forced himself inside him. Maro yelled, as it stung and burned, and he trembled with agony as it pierced him inside. It wasn’t killing him though, and the Dread Lord did not move. He was paused there, and with a chilling comprehension Maro knew that he did not have all the dark god inside. He trembled, trying to remember the sorts of things he’d told his whores, to breathe, to relax. It was harder than it looked, but Sithis wasn’t moving, not until he submit completely. He sobbed just silently at the shame of it all, but as the arousal ached still between his legs and his body adjusted to the intrusion he relaxed, he surrendered.

The Dread Lord started to move then, working his way deeper, violating every part of him. Maro let it happen, the pain still lingering, but being overshadowed by the deeply obedient pleasure of feeling a god fucking him, using his body. The cock inside him was so big, too much for a mortal, but even as it hurt it touched places he had never imagined. Grinding and ravaging his aching form, it only added to his twisted pleasure.

“You wish for your end?” the Dread Lord whispered, his tone no different from any other moment, as if he wasn’t using the human beyond all sense or reason.

“Yes, yes… please… please, My Lord,” Maro begged, his body now trembling under the god’s violent thrusts. All he could think about was the heavy cock moving in and out, rubbing him, touching him, putting him into his place. He needed to come, the pleasure was excruciating, and he just wanted to be done, to be forgiven.

“Then come Maro, like the depraved creature you are. Embrace the Void.”

And he did. He came and the force, the reality of it wrecked him utterly. Maro sent himself into the darkness, feeling utter subjugation. He cried, and whined, and moaned in the violent echoes of that merciless orgasm. And he felt the burning darkness of Sithis’ climax fucked into his tender body despoil him further.

That looming form had dissolved and returned to its true state, and in that reality the Void embraced him. “You are forgiven, Maro. Now go and join your brothers and sisters.”

Maro nodded, picking himself up off despite his aches and shaking limbs and nodded meekly into the blackness. Even in his pain he never remembered being so content.

The man Commander Maro had been was ruined, but he was reborn. Redeemed.
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