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House of Dibella	By : Fanfictionfan360 Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 22033 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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House of Dibella
The old wooden doors of Markarth’s temple of Dibella creaked loudly echoing throughout the temple as Mathias wearily stepped inside; sleeping in his arms was Fjotra, the next Sybil of Dibella who he was tasked in rescuing from a group of Forsworn
Sighing as he entered the temple escaping the harsh rain outside Mathias headed to find Hamal as fast as possible, wanting to finish his task quickly so he could head home and sleep for the next few days, he hadn’t slept since he had begun his journey to rescue Fjotra and that was two whole days ago, his limbs felt unnaturally heavy as he traipsed through the Temple fighting to keep his eyes open
He found Hamal praying at the main statue of Dibella clearing his throat to get her attention “you…found her? I can’t believe it, let the girl come with me and we can begin her preparation” the priestess gasped rising to take Fjotra from Mathias’s arms cradling the child to her bosom
“I can see you didn’t have the greatest faith in me, you have your Sybil now so I’ll take my leave” he grated turning his back to walk out, intent on heading back to Vlindrel Hall and passing out as soon as possible
“Wait” Hamal stopped him placing a hand on his forearm “you have done Dibella’s work and now you must receive her blessing, follow me” the priestess told him beckoning him to follow, rolling his heavy eyes Mathias complied following Hamal through the temple until they reached the larger room on the lower floor, in the centre of the room was a large metal basin filled with clear pure looking water “you’ve truly earned the blessing of Dibella child, prostrate yourself before her alter and she will bestow her gift” Hamal encouraged him sitting Fjotra on a nearby chair, the child slowly waking up taking in her new surroundings
Sighing deeply Mathias complied deciding not to complain about being called ‘child’, kneeling in a quick prayer to the matron goddess of love before leaning over the basin scooping up a large handful of the water, bringing it to his mouth to drink deeply from it, as the cool liquid poured down his throat fluidly Mathias felt a strange refreshing feeling course though this being, feeling his muscles relax entirely ridding him of the exhaustion that had racked him all day “that is….empowering” Mathias breathed deeply before exhaling hard “if you have no further need of me I’ll be going home now”
“Hold on” Hamal stopped him again placing a hand on his chest “do you not require food? Drink? After your journey we should tend to you”
Mathias raised an eyebrow at her suggestion “I have food and drink at home and aren’t men forbidden from being in this temple? Doesn’t this count as going against Dibella’s will by keeping me here?”
“As the agent of Dibella you are exempt from those rules” the priestess explained “please, as our guest and the carrier of Dibella’s blessing let us honour you”
Rubbing his eyes the Dragonborn decided to at least humour the priestess, something to eat and drink sounded extremely tempting at that moment and would save him time eating here instead of at home before bed, allowing Hamal to lead him through the Temple and into the inner sanctum, walking down the stone steps until they reached a wall that looked a little out of place from the other walls “only those devoted to Dibella or her agents are allowed to enter here” Hamal explained as she pushed on one of the stone blocks causing the walls to grind open revealing a large secret room
“Impressive” Mathias commented as he took in the room’s design, statues of Dibella placed throughout the rooms interior as well as several paintings and drawn representations of the Goddess, some in ways that could have been deemed erotic
In the centre of the room sat an enormous table and sat at it were the three other priestesses that inhabited the Temple, Senna, Anwen and Orla all looking up at him in surprise at the fact that a man had entered their sacred sanctum, their initial shock was quickly quelled though when Hamal approached them telling them that Mathias was the new agent of Dibella and was to be treated as such to which their features softened looking upon Mathias with kinder expressions
After talking to the other priestesses Hamal returned to Mathias placing a hand on his shoulder “stay a while, eat, drink, relax, we insist” she told him before leaving the room to tend to Fjotra, sealing the room up to prevent anyone else from discovering it leaving Mathias to take his seat at the table
The wooden seat groaned under the weight of his heavy Dragonbone armour and in response Mathias moved to unbuckle to straps only to be stopped by Senna “please, allow us” the Breton bade him as her hands went to work undoing the straps and buckles of the armours heavy chest plate as Orla and Anwen went to work on his gauntlets, letting the armour fall to the ground revealing his toned upper body whilst he removed his helmet and cracked his neck relieving the knots in his muscles
Leaving his greaves and boots on Mathias was suddenly presented with a large pitcher of Wine by Senna, the Breton encouraging him to drink as much as he pleased as the Redguard took the pitcher taking a large mouthful of the Wine finding it both smooth and rich, deciding not to protest when Orla undid the tie in his hair allowing his dreadlocks to fan out and hang loosely down his back
As he ate and drank Mathias tried not to feel too uncomfortable with the priestesses fawning over him, massaging his shoulders and neck whilst almost hand feeding him, telling himself that it was because he was Dibella’s new agent as they called it that he was getting the special treatment, he was also greatly surprised by their almost lustful behaviour towards him, his open marriage allowed him to go without repulsing them but most priests and priestesses he had met lived chaste or very suppressed lives, even the priestess of Mara in Riften who’s name constantly escaped him lived a very suppressed life despite the fact that she and her husband revered the matron Goddess of marriage
As Orla and Anwen tended to the Dragonborn Senna began to light the candles placed around the numerous Dibella statues, filling the room with a gentle, sweet, soothing scent that eased Mathias’s nerves and muscles as he breathed it in
Over the next couple of hours he feasted heartily having neglected his appetite during his journey to save Fjotra, the priestesses serving him the finest cuts of Venison, Beef, Mammoth meat, Horker meat, Salmon steaks, steamed Mudcrab legs, roasted Goat legs, Chicken breasts and many more succulent meats along with vegetables and soups, giving him a wide selection of alcohols to wash down his meal including Wine and Mead both normal and spiced, his beast blood allowing him to stomach that wide variety of foods as well as allowing him to devour far more than a normal man could
As midnight finally approached and both of Nirn’s moons hung high in the sky Mathias downed his last pitcher of Mead feeling a little more than tipsy, feeling completely satisfied with his now full stomach, standing he began to excuse himself thanking the priestesses for their hospitality reaching down to retrieve his armour “do not go” Senna almost pleaded him, placing her hands on his front whilst Orla and Anwen placed theirs on his arms “you are weary, please rest here tonight, you are our honoured guest and we insist that you stay the night”
“As tempting as that is I should decline, I have really done nothing to deserve this treatment, you really have been too kind to me” Mathias explained trying to walk away, the true reason that he had been tasked to find Fjotra was because he stole a Dibella statue from the Temple for a beggar, he was normally above stealing but he believed that the beggar was just going to sell it to help feed himself, when Degaine proved once again to be a serial liar paying Mathias far more than a normal beggar could afford the Redguard had returned to the Temple to confess his crime and plead repentance from the deity, in his eyes he did not deserve this kind treatment
“But we insist” the priestesses repeated in almost unison, their voices becoming softer and more alluring with every word that passed their lips, Mathias felt his sense begin to blur as the combination of the alcohol and the intoxicating aroma of the scented candles took their toll on his mind and body, making him unable to resist as they lead him to another secret room
The new room was just as large as the secret eating hall and in the centre of it sat an enormous bed, numerous statues and paintings of Dibella decorated the room like the hall before it as did the scented candles which Orla began to light the moment they entered the room “please, rest” Anwen bade him helping Mathias lay down on the bed with no resistance from the Dragonborn what so ever
The bed felt softer and comfier than anything Mathias had ever felt, like it was stuffed with only the finest Hawk feathers and laced with the softest of silks, his massive frame sinking into the bed perfectly as he felt any tension that was left in him melt away, his body so limber he couldn’t bring himself to protest when Senna and Anwen started to remove his boots and grieves, taking his Daedric Sword from his hip leaving him only in his tight leather pants that he wore under his armour
Wisps of soothing smoke wafted from the candles filling the room as Mathias let himself sink further into the bed, not noticing the priestesses sensually removing their robes until he heard them hit the ground, raising his head to find the three women standing before him in only their undergarments “what in the name of Talos…?” he started to heave himself up before Senna stopped him, the Breton placing her hands on his shoulders whilst Orla and Anwen moves to straddle his legs “what is the meaning of this?” he asked feeling more than a little alarmed
“This is how all agents to the lady Dibella are treated” Senna purred in his ear nipping at his earlobe making the Redguard shudder
“But you are priestesses, you devote your lives to revering the deity, I thought it was blasphemous to indulge in mortal pleasures” Mathias said as Orla and Anwen began to trace his abdominal muscles with her soft slender fingers
“Dibella is the matron of all love, emotional and physical; it would be blasphemous not to indulge in physical pleasure” Senna explained “you have done a great deed for our Temple and it would please our lady Dibella to see us please you, now just lay back and let us tend to you, you don’t need to lift a finger” she purred before gently pressing her mouth against his, moaning from the intense warmth radiating from his skin whilst Orla and Anwen worked his pants off
Mathias quickly relented to the priestess’s advances, rumbling into Senna’s mouth as Anwen and Orla stroked his shaft to full hardness, the soft coolness of Orla’s Nord skin working in perfect contrast to the rough warmth of Anwen’s Redguard skin, both priestesses lowering their mouths to his shaft gently working their lips and tongues along his length, his mind swam as his body was racked with sensations, Aela was bound to enjoy hearing about this when he returned home, the wildest thing she had gotten up to when he was away was taking both Farkas and Vilkas to her bed, something she had done before she had even met Mathias
Anwen and Orla moaned and simpered as they continued to bathe his length with their tongues, working in perfect synchronicity that showed experience in that particular act, Senna’s mouth travelled from Mathias’s mouth down to his jawline as she undid her chest coverings letting them fall down her arms baring her chest to him, her pale perky breasts bouncing ever so slightly as she moved to hover over his torso, her petite frame allowing Anwen and Orla enough room to continue below her as she resumed kissing and licking along his jawline and throat
The Dragonborn groaned and rumbled as Anwen took the first several inches of his cock into her hot wet mouth and throat whilst Orla stroked the inches that didn’t fit inside, the Nord woman kissing and licking where her own fingers wouldn’t reach, her other hand cupping and cradling his heavy balls as she orally worked him, Senna ran her tongue from his throat down his front, tracing his pectoral and abdominal muscles before taking her place next to Anwen and Orla, all three priestesses now working his throbbing cock with their hot mouths and tongues
Eventually the priestesses remaining clothes fell to the floor as the women fully stripped themselves for him, taking turns taking as much of his shaft into their mouth as they could, the Dragonborn arched his back as Orla took him the deepest, her nose nearly reaching his pubic bone making his shaft throb harder and precum begin to pool on her tongue, his hands moving to clasp at Senna and Anwen’s hair whilst she licked that the remainder of his shaft and his balls working his release closer and closer
Minutes later Mathias clutched at Orla’s hair with both hands bucking into her mouth as he filled it with his release, growling ferally as the Nord woman struggled to swallow his seed, the remainder of it running down his length for Senna and Anwen to lap up before the three women shared a passionate kiss each, getting a share of Mathias’s seed each before swallowing it down
Whilst Mathias was still resting off his first release Anwen moved to straddle his waist, hovering over his length whilst Senna and Orla held it in place, slowly sinking down onto it taking him down to the hilt rolling her head back in a sharp gasp as Mathias growled in pleasure from the Redguard woman’s burning core
Orla moved behind Anwen wrapping her arms around the Redguards body to cup her breasts as she rode Mathias’s length, Senna shifting to rest the Dragonborns head on her lap, rubbing his shoulders as he gave into the blissful sensations coursing through his body, whispering words of praise in his ear as she rubbed along his pectorals, feeling his body begin to heat up as beads of sweat ran down his brow
Anwen’s gasps and moans filled the room before Orla silenced her with a heated kiss, massaging her breasts harder as her cool tongue tangled with the Redguards hot one, one of her hands sliding down her body to rub her wet little clit as Anwen rode herself into a powerful orgasm, screaming into Orla’s mouth as her core clenched tighter around Mathias’s cock
Pulling Anwen off of Mathias’s length Orla took her place on it, sinking down on it to ride him reverse cowgirl style, giving him a perfect view of her round firm looking behind as she rode him, her much cooler pussy a sharp but pleasant contrast to Anwen’s much warmer one that had encased him mere seconds beforehand, Mathias’s large hands clutched at her supple ass cheeks encouraging him to ride him harder as she passionately kissed with Anwen, Senna moving again to join them as the candles smoke continued to glaze the room in a pinkish haze
Orla soon fell over the edge from the combination of Mathias’s burning cock inside of her and the other priestess’s gentle lustful touches, sliding off of him to allow Senna her turn on him, Mathias’s own release building up with almost painful pressure, groaning low in his chest at the Breton woman slowly impaled herself on him, her core so much tighter than the other priestesses, to the point that Mathias let out a primal roar when she fully sheathed him inside of her, his fingers digging straight into the bedding making feathers fly everywhere as Senna let out a scream of ecstasy from how full she felt with him inside of her
Gripping her waist Mathias moved Senna up and down his length, oozing precum into her already as he set her riding pace, moving her like she was lighter than air, Orla and Anwen sucking at her neck as she bounced wildly on the Dragonborns cock, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she felt her abdomen coiling already, the other two priestesses working her clit aiding her towards her orgasm
Sweat poured from the four bodies as they worked each other to their final climax, Orla and Anwen rubbing each other along with Senna, making the Breton keen and cry out in pleasure as she rode Mathias’s cock like her life depended on it, her nails scratching down the Dragonborns chest drawing thin lines of blood until the final great moment arrived, Mathias threw his head back arching his back as far as it could go as he shot his release hard into Senna’s body, granting the Breton his final seed as she climaxed around his shaft, clenching onto it tighter than anything he had ever felt before
The candle smoke began to dissipate as the four began to climb down from their highs, Orla and Anwen having made each other climax during Senna’s and Mathias’s releases, the three priestesses taking their places laying against the Dragonborns chest and abdomen as he slowly lost consciousness, unable to stay awake a moment longer
The next morning Mathias awoke to a feeling of total fulfilment, his body was limber and supple, void of the usual cricks and knots he was used to whenever he slept elsewhere which he put to the unnaturally comfortable bed the priestesses had blessed him with, Orla, Anwen and Senna still rested against him prompting him to carefully slide his way out of the bed, leaving the priestesses to their sleep, they had earned it after the night they had given him
Pulling on his pants, grieves and boots and entering the secret feeding hall Mathias found Hamal sitting at the table reading as if waiting for him “ah, you’re awake” Hamal greeted him with a soft smile “I trust you enjoyed Dibella’s blessing”
“I was…something I would never have expected” Mathias admitted as he strapped on his chest armour and gauntlets “how is Fjotra?”
“She is still sleeping; her training to become Dibella’s Sybil will start today and it’s all thanks to you”
“Again you’re too kind, will Fjotra be expected to….do as the others do when she comes of age?” he asked concerned for Fjotra’s future, being the Sybil sounded like the highest ‘rank’ in the Temple but she could very well be expected to please Dibella’s agents like the other priestesses
“Only if she wishes to” Hamal responded “Senna, Orla and Anwen only served you last night out of their own free will, there is no mandatory duty here apart from revering lady Dibella”
Nodding pleased with Hamal’s answer Mathias donned his helmet and took his leave, heading into the main part of the Temple and out of the heavy wooden doors into the harsh morning light, he looked forward to returning home and regaling the tale of his night before to his wife to see her reaction, whether it impressed her or struck her with jealousy only time would tell
As he stuck the Temples doors he heard Hamal call out to him telling him to return any time he wanted and that being Dibella’s agent allowed him the treatment from the night before whenever he wished, they would always be happy to indulge him, smiling warmly as he shut the doors Mathias made a mental note to return the next time he returned to Markarth
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