“Come. (sigh)…Let us drink in honor of this deal.”

“yes...I will fetch another bottle from the cellar... ”

“Sadly I cannot stomach the dreariness of Haafingar’s reds. I believe you have something stronger in reserve.”

Otylia picked up the wine cup, her shrewd blue eyes gazed at Ilyrio, resting in the tub.

“...What can this humble serf bring you?”

Though debilitated, his discipline did not fail him to his new lord. He limped forward for a weak stance, his penis still pulsing from the last climax.  

“Your warm seed.”

“ milady-I am not sure I’m worthy of- ”

“Do not deny my rights to your cum. Step forward please.”

Her siren-like voice crept through his stutter, her tongue dangled invitingly toward his heated body. 

“No... but my body has just suffered a great toll. arrgh-”   

"Oh spare me. What is seed if not meant to be sowed?"

A pair of delicate hands suddenly tugged on his sensitive penis, like a milkmaid at her cattle.

 “To our health. (Giggles)”

White clumsily started to fill the silver goblet in her hand, mounting with pungent fishy odor,

Trickles of semen neatly gathered by her tongue, and disappeared behind her pick lips. 

“chursp…slussss...mmh...nnnmore.”

“(heavy breathing) I can’t, my lady. My well runs dry, m-ngh!”

Ilyrio’s call for mercy was disrupted a resounding slurping sound, 

“chuuuuuuuu- nnnh… chhu…”

He thrashed, his flaccid penis fell at the whim of her greedy mouth, one could only imagine the intensity by the vacuous noise...

Smoothly the red flaming tress hurled away from the broken man, but no faster than the mistress gobbled up the filth left on her face.

A goblet clattered onto the marble stone, but no wine nor substance was spilled.

“Clear this up, mister Mopatis. Not everyone can stand the stench of semen.”

“…yes… milady…”

Ilyrio summoned his last bit of strength to reply.

~END~

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For a mage as ambitious as Otylia Antan, often delves into the Arcanaeum. Between the dusty tomes and creased scrolls, she was lost in her rumination, therefore did not notice the malicious figure that shadowed her.

“Don’t move. I know who you are, slut.” 

“oh? What is the meaning of this? ”

“Face forward. I know about your tryst with the Arch-Mage. He’s been enjoying these tits, hasn’t he?”

He gleefully asked, thinking he had ensnared a victim. In a rude manner, his hands quickly latched onto Otylia's tender breasts.

"“The most enchanting southern plums” is how he worded."

Otylia made a quick turn, her shoulders blocked his arms away.  

Her glare pierced straight through Phinis like throwing knifes, who was taken back by the cunning look on her face and the unexpected reaction from the woman.

“I’m afraid you interrupted my study, lord Gestor. Can’t you see this is a place of learning?”

“wh- What are y-“

“Dear lord. Did you seriously walk in here like this? Don’t you know few of us can see through the illusion like it’s a child’s play?

She mocked after noticing his uncovered crotch.

“Silly me. Why dress up a dog when you need it to mate?”
 

“You-”

“Of course. They never strictly forbid intercourse in the Arcanaeum. But it’s more thrilling when there is an audience around, isn’t it?”

Otylia surveyed the surrounding. There were at least six other people in the Arcanaeum, all minding their own businesses.

“Look at them… So oblivious, so simpleminded. They wouldn’t even know if someone is fucking right under their noses.”

Her eyes circled back to Phinis, who was sweating profusely when reason overcame his sexual drive. She leaned over to his ears.  

“We could finish right here, and everyone would be none the wiser.”

Phinis left his mouth wide open, he failed to react to Otylia's adulterous proposition. Her voice as gentle as a lover’s caress, slowly breathing every word on the anxious man.

“You can even cum inside me... there will be no, trace.”

Completely awestruck, he was torn between leaving and following his instinct. Meanwhile, his penis had reached full erection.  

Taking advantages of this, Otylia extended her hand and seized the shaft of Phinis’s manhood. The forwardness of her action nearly made him jolt back.

“So, what say you, my illiterate dog?”

Her left hand started stroking his penis, while the other hand gestured a hushing sign.

“You- you think I wouldn’t do it? I don’t give a rat’s ass if others saw this!”

It seemed her provocation enraged him. He clutched her hair with his hand and pushed her head against the bookcase. Several books were knocked off to the ground.

“uhhahah…. Easily manipulated. Like a dog.” 

“I will fuck you till you take back what you said, whore.”

Despite being attacked, Otylia remained her composure. Her luscious lips curled into a sly curve. 
Started by a whisper, she then steadily raised her voice word by word. 
 

“*chuckle* Such an imprudent creature… controlled by 
Nothing. 
But. 
Desire” 

Well she knew, such action would meticulously tuck the man’s heart string. It was just loud enough to distress him without drawing attention. 

“Be quiet!”

His desperation was proven by the rapid and disrupted breathing. He skittishly put one hand over Otylia’s mouth, eyes busily darting around to make sure none have heeded the commotion.  
 

“ah~ Doggy. How cute. 
Still, a true man would prefer Missionary."

“Stop this madness.”

Phinis muttered what almost sounded like a pleading. 
He spun Otylia around, who showed no sign to resist even though her body was being handled like a doll. Her massive racks bounced up and down due to the motion.
 

“You must get off with this hand often. It reeks of cocks.” 

"Sssh-"

“Did you think of me when you do it?”

“DO NOT disrespect me! You squealing pig!” 

Having pride being verbally stepped on, Phinis went into a frenzy. He pulled away her necklace, before holding her neck, his other beasty hand had torn off part of her clothing. A rosy, bountiful right-side breast laid bare in front of him. 

Again, she stood idle as if her form was not her own, entirely lifted up by Phinis’s clasp on her jaw. She squinted her cold blue eyes, what glaring through was not fear, but excitement. 

“ummm…
that’s it. 
Let loose the beast…”

“I shall give you what you asked.”

Said Phinis in a bellowing growl. He stared at Otylia with a profound, primal rage that was never seen before.

“Can you?”

Otylia uttered mildly, like tossing a bone to a starving dog. She tilted her eyebrow as a challenge to the menacing presence. When out of nowhere, a bulging, lengthy phallus stormed into her vagina, filled with grudges against her. 

For the first time, her dominating expression froze. As a tremendous amount of force was applied to her private like a tree trunk slammed against a glass door. She slipped out a long, fiery moan.  

“Did you feel that, slut? I will destroy you with this cock.”

Phinis assailed her in his small triumph. Every thrust was as strong as the initial one, he did not give the crafty mage a moment of reprieve. 

“If only your command in spell-craft equals to such skulduggery. *pant* I might actually be impressed.”

Said Otylia, rocking back and forth to the reckless movement of Phinis. But her emotion was again, sealed behind a devious smirk and an assertive gaze.

Without warning, she lifted up the other leg, leveraging all of her bodyweight onto her partner, who would have definitely yelled out in pain, but he could not risk the consequences. Instead, he directed the suffering to his now contorted face. 

“You-! You bitch!”
 

“Oops, Did I break your staff?”

“ARRRHH!!”
 

Phinis shouted as he was too furious to form a coherent comeback to her mockery. His hip movement intensified as he lost control. 

“*pant* Move your waist. I’m not one of your flower girls who praises every cock in her like some Dagon’s incarnate.”

Said Otylia, her eyes were a gaping abyss that consumes the man’s rationale. Phinis’s gaze fixated on her, among all the rage, there was a whiff of submission, like he had surrendered himself to the sorceress's will.
 

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“…and as you can see, in addition to the wine cellar, the estate does include a tub.” 

“Very impressive. I must commend you for such a delightful tour, mister Mopatis. Haven’t a proper bath since Dragon Bridge.”

“A just timing, milady. The tub is prepared beforehand. 
Let me leave you to your privacy.”

“That won’t be necessary.” 

“May I beg your pardon- “

Said the gentleman as he turned, only to find the red head woman unhooded, in the middle of striping.

“Lady Antan!?”

Her garments were discarded on the floor. A curvy body was unveiled, wearing nothing but a plethora of jewelry. But before anyone could behold such view, she darted past him. 

  
The man did not know how to react, his doctrine told him to follow his lord, disrobed or otherwise.

Meanwhile, she sunk into the hot bath and glanced at the uncomfortable steward, his eyes desperately avoiding her gaze.

“The rights to the estate extend to your precious stewardship I deem?”

“… yes, milady. “

“and what affliction is troubling you beneath your breeches?”

“uh-It’s…Forgive me, milady. I am but here to serve.”

“Serve you say? Very well, undress yourself. Sit here.” 

In fear of offending the new lord, Ilyrio had no choice but to ascended the steps, his gigantic schlong laid bare in front of Otylia.

“Magnus's breath!”

She leaned in close, only a breath away from the erecting manhood. The hot air she blew directly cascaded on the glans. 

“Look at that. A steward failed to rule his underlings”

“(clear throat) Please, the citizens of Solitude are knowing…”

“And what are we hiding? That I got praised by a member of this fine abode?”

The crisp tapping sounds marked the collision of flesh, the meat rod chafed against her well-groomed cheeks in her grip.

“They will be so jealous.”

The stoic imperial stiffen his body, for whatever temptation he faced, it would have taken the resolves of a greybeard to resist. 

The penis grew even larger, towering over her face. She savored the long shaft with a covetous lick.

“I will claim every stone of this house. 
Nmmmm…” 

“along with this thick cock.”

As if Otylia’s words had invoked Sanguine himself, the lust stirred within Ilyrio as he entered the pool against his control. 

“sss...ahhhhh...” 

He released a senseless moan whilst stroking his schlong unintentionally. While Otylia whispered in a fully civilized manner. 

“Good man, behoove our little tour and put it into this hole, will you?” 

With trepidation he approached, likely the most intimate he had been with a highborn woman. His manhood crawled its way into the inviting cleft of her.

“I can see you shackled by morality still… “

“Think of yourself as a mere- puppet for pleasure if it eases your conscience.” 

“(panting) huuuh… Aye.”

With each push he hesitated, then slowly pulled. He was living a battle between his code and pure ecstasy. 

“chusssp… a private fuck toy perhaps?”

She jested after sipping some spiced wine, previously prepared by Ilyrio, who was now pleasuring her in his own body fluid. 

A heavenly mist shrouded the chamber. She took charge and drove her meat pot deeper onto his member. Her waist seemed to slither and curl skillfully.

“Huhh- you should hear about the Dunmers of the old days…”

“(panting)…so vast is your knowledge… huhh- matched only by your beauty…“

“Nasty things- they were- the way they fornicate- Nnngh-“

Said Otylia amidst the pounding, still in control of the rhythm. The sturdy meat pole was entirely buried to its very root. Her partner could feel every gain in her loving clasp. 

“I’m to- do all the hard work, (sigh) is that- so?”

“nnhhh- No. My lord.”

Hearing the complaint, he steered her into a new position with firm hands. 
The pace of penetration quickened under his new-found passion.

The regel look on Otylia faded, as should anyone with her leg held high, exposing her unguarded depth, every shove and vibration of flesh were visible.

“Yeaa… Spoil this hole… Arghh-”

A great hollow feeling rushed over Ilyrio. 

He collapsed onto the pool of water; silence filled the chamber. He could only see white, as steam clouded his vision.

“Mister Mopatis, truly this estate has need of more men like you.”

Outside the tub, once again calm and collected, Otylia wrapped a towel around her hip. 

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A cacophony of wetness and piston movement was running rampant in the corner of Arcanaeum. A battle of sex ensued, begging for an audience. 
 

“This is for insulting me, you bitch.” 

Said Phinis Gector as he plunged his manhood untiringly into Otylia Antan. Every push he went for extra inches deep, in the hope to inflict more pain to his opponent. 

“Uu-…nnh… Nnnuh……”

Being hold up like a puppet, Otylia was the receiving end of his rage. The ragged woman muffled her moaning, and allowed the violation to continue.   

“nnhahaha!”

A maniacal laugh from Phinis. Otylia’s entire form was under the abuser’s whim, her breasts billowed in the air like pendulums of lust. 

Her face froze in agony, an expression few had the chance to witness. To alleviate the pain, Otylia snatched the “The Doors of Oblivion” on the floor, her fingers dug deep into the cover. 

“Where are all that hubris a moment ago, huh!?”

But he cared naught for her suffering. Instead, to add more to it, he repeatedly slammed her head to the ground with her hair clutched in hand.

Amidst the violence, an orgasm spouted within Otylia. Her pupils shot up, her eyes went cloudy.

Beyond her expectation, the mage once provoked, could conjure up the might of a warrior. Especially when the force of gravity was in his favor. His manhood punished her flesh pot in downward thrusts.  

The penetration finally came to a halt, as Phinis took a moment to recover. It gave Otylia the time to withdrew from the devil’s crotch, she scurried toward the opening around the counter, where Urag Gro-Shub – the keeper of Arcanaeum was stationed.   

Obscured under the desk, her hands chafed all over her ravaged form. Her eyes gleamed at the approaching man with insatiable lust. She meant not to escape, but craved passionately the imminent copulation.

“Lord Gector. (clear throat) which gravedigger’s dossier is it you want this time?” 

Asked Urag Gro-Shub. The grey-haired orc turned to Phinis as he closed in. 

“You caught me in a bad time, Urag!”

“Regardless, I feel the need to remind you of the rule – all books and parchments do not leave their cabinets without my knowl-”

“I’m not in the mood for nonsense! Sod off!”

“Nonsense?! How dare you insult me in my Arcanaeum!”
 

While the conversation transpired, Otylia made her move on the meat rod twitching before her, a timely gift for the impatient woman.

“Just- leave me alone! Or- Uuu…” 

“Or what, huh? What’s that stupid face you’re making?”
 

Asked Urag, he saw through composed demeanor, but what he could never expected, was the sacrilegious deed occurring in his esteemed library.

Hidden from his sight, Otylia's hand drove the shiny shaft right through her mouth for a wet embrace. Her soft lips stretched and molded as the slippery head rubbed against them.

“Do not turn your face away when I’m talking, you bone-raising coward!”
 
“(panting)Ffuuck……”

Urag’s insult passed straight through Phinis. Face down, the perverted Breton was greeted by a bewitching sight.

Erotic sounds emanated from the elongated face of Otylia. She deeply inhaled, and buried her face on the hardened cock. 

“Nnnn…chupaa….nn….chupsss-”

“By the nine. you look like someone brought you bad sweetroll for supper. Ahahaha!”

Merely a step away from the depravity, the Orc jeered at the creased face of Phinis from across the counter.

Another huge, soul-draining intake from Otylia sent shivers down his spine, his hands clung onto the wooden desk to steady himself.

Despite his effort to endure, white liquid began to leak out from the top of the cock. Feeling the brink of ejaculation, she abruptly ended the fellatio. 

The pulsing penis prodded up against her face, white semen on top, freshly squeezed. And like a painter refilling a brush, her pink lips stippled the white-colored droplets. Steamy and intimate was all underneath the heavy, dull wood.

"Know this.  As long as I draw breath, I will not let anyone defile my grand halls of knowledge! Not you! Not even the High King of Skyrim!" 

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“Ahh, Lady Arch-Mage. It’s a supreme privilege to have an audience with you.”

“Save the formality for your elven courts, Lord Ancano. The c- My college has no use for it.”

“Forgive me, my lady. But one cannot help but shudder in your presence.”
 
“The artifact, for which you murdered my predecessor in cold blood, is the reason I spared your life, Thalmor. That, and your revered ancestry.” 

“(Dry laugh) For that, I’m eternally grateful.”

“Now. What becomes of you, my private scribe? Or perhaps a cupbearer, surely there’s something you can offer. Remove your clothes.” 

“Anything for you, Your Excellency.”
 
“Splendid. The college matters proved to be more cumbersome than my body could abide. Be a good servant and unburden my feet.”
 

“It is my pleasure.”

Despite the strange request, the proud High Elf seemed eager to comply. 

“Lord Ancano, excuse me to pry. I recall you have a distinct affection in women’s feet, is that true?”

“(clear throat) I am humbled for a busy mind like you would take such trivial matter to heart. 
But yes, that is true.”

“Flattery will save you no more. You must atone, with that mouth of yours.

Lick my feet.”
 
“…Yes, Lady Arch-mage.”

Without a word of complaint, he began to lick the tender feet belonged to Otylia.

His manhood invigorated with an upward swing. An outcome unsurprising to the noblewoman, she gave out an exaggerated reaction.

 
“My lord? Is that excitement I detected on you face?”

“I... my salvation can only be fulfilled under your guidance.”
The tranquil voice of Ancano turned hasty, as he busily worked his mouth to please Otylia.

 
 “Enlighten me, how can a renowned figure of your stature peruse a lady’s chamber with this atrocity?”
Suddenly, Otylia retracted her feet to snatch his erected penis. 

 
“(gasp)……Pardon me. But your body is most exquisite; stupendous like it’s been blessed by Dibella herself. ”

“Hhn. Contrary to that. Here’s a traitor’s cock I’m laying my feet upon. Tsk-tsk…”

She nibbled her lips, her contemplative eyes focused on the hardened penis.
 

“Touch yourself. Kneel.”
Her arms pressed down on the exposed man, forcing him to kneel. 

“uuh-…My lady?”

“Touch yourself before me.” 

“Yes. As you command…”
He submitted with a staggering voice as the seductress calmly watched on her throne.

“Is this Lord Ancano's dark side? A meat-beating rascal.” 
Said Otylia. She crossed her legs, intentionally grazed his body in the process. Another pulse of euphoria in Ancano’s brain. 

“(heavy breathing) Aye…”

 
“Very well, I shall reveal my little secret as a good gesture. “

Her pale legs overlapped and contorted with impressive flexibility, like two serpents curling in an exotic performance.   

“(chuckles) I never cared about my predecessor.”

“It was his cum I needed.”
Said Otylia unblushingly, her confession shattered Ancano’s composed exterior.

“As opposed to the secret spells, he was very generous with his seed. Even if it meant thinning out his magicka.”

“hh-uhh...so he was not at his (more panting) full strength when I …”

“He was determined to fill me up that day. I gave him exactly what he wanted… and asked for the fourth time.”

 
“Uuh!…fck…ugh…”   
His hand undulated in a blur recklessly like a wild horse, while staring helplessly on the luminous skin of Otylia. 

Firmly she placed her feet on his shoulders, her mouth whispered the simple words in a hypnotic voice.

“Then, I drained him.”

 
He could not withstand the barrage of temptation. As the last syllable left her mouth. His penis exploded with fountains of ejaculates, Otylia promptly lowered her feet, and used them as a platform to collect the prize. 

“huh-…uu- Argh!! ”

 
Ancano bowed his head down to the floor, in fear that he might have offended the tainted woman.

“I-…I’m sorry my lady...urgh…(panting)…I lost control…”

“(chuckles) Evidently. 
Look at this mess.”

“Forgive me for ruining your garments! I will do anything to make amends”

“Aw don’t worry. you will have plenty of opportunities to reciprocate."
 
Her legs bent over to her head for a bow-like pose. As the semen clung to her feet, she took a long, attentive gaze while twirling them with her toes like a trinket. 

“(exhale) It is filthy.” 

“But the arch-mage is benevolent. I shall absolve your sin.”

With one finger, she swept it off her feet. Her lips parted, a red tongue uncurled from within. A splatter of semen flung directly onto it, sticky and blatantly visible

“Nnnh…nn…Chussp…Uumm…”

Her dainty fingers kneaded and mixed with the semen, keeping a cloudy bridge between her tongue and her index finger. 

She narrowed her eyes, a lascivious grin appeared on her face as her legs rested on the man pedestal.  
 

“Work your hands. Or would you like a taste?”

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A Game of Flesh

Completed startled, Arcano laid on the floor in the chamber. This was not how he imagined the meeting with Savos Aren would went down.

“Did I catch you off guard, Lord Arcano? You were making a speech about- your “vision”?”

Otylia comforted the immobilized High Elf, laying between her two legs.

“Although Lord Arch-Mage does not feel the same way. I’m beginning to question your honesty.”

Ever so gently with one foot, Otylia traced the penis protruding from Arcano’s robes.

“You see. We have an intricate way to deal with traitors and apostates in this establishment.”

“Lady Antan. I assure you. This is a huge misunderstand-“

“Excuses, deceptions. It seems your cock has more credibility than you.” 

Arcano could not come up with any response, as Otylia put her rear end onto his head, rendering him speechless.

Her feet twiddled Arcano’s private like a toy that she owned. Another twitch came from the penis when she boldly molested it.
 

“hn- What a shame…”  

“Otylia. Come here. I think he got the idea.”

The voice of Savos Aren bellowed from the other side, as Otylia stopped all of her action. She stood away from Arcano in a graceful, sloven way just for him to watch.

“Show Lord Arcano how we repay loyalty.”

It appeared Savos Aren had been watching the interaction between them, and giving Otylia the order to interrogate Arcano.

“*chuckle* Certainly. my lord.”

Leaving Arcano behind, she walked over to the commander with open arms.
 

It looked like she was going for an embrace at first. However, she got down on her knees before Savos Aren.

Her glare turned to Arcano, Savos’s penis grasped firmly in her hand. Meanwhile, Savos raised his voice.

"The north hasn’t been kind to you I see. Lacking someone to warm your bed or tug you off at nights, stress are bound to come, and stress leads to mistakes."

He looked down at Otylia, who stared back in a mesmerizing look.

“Good… good. Lord Arcano would kill for a woman like you. The perfect slut, the ultimate sex toy.”

“I will show him.” 

The words slipped out, unadulterated, but through Otylia’s moist lips, it was an invitation to the most unspeakable debauchery.  

“Aye. Make him watch.”

A palm rest heavily on her head, as if to insert some sort of dominance. To Otylia, it was barely a nuance, it only made it harder for her to savor the cock. As for Arcano, his heart burnt as jealousy clarified within him.

Otylia picked up the pain on Arcano’s face, the already vulgar slurping sound of the fellatio, now louder with intent.

“Nnn…. Uuuu-mmm…jyuruuuuu….npuuu…Nnn-” 

“Ha! She loves it sloppy.” 

The mockery of the Arch-mage hardly made it to Arcano’s ear, when the whole room was filled with wet, vacuum-like sound of Otylia’s vigorous endeavor...
 

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An Erratic Recipe

Otylia's assistance was once again required in Savos Aren's alchemy experiment.

She was spotted coming in and out of Arch-Mage's Quarters in the past few weeks.

Instead of wearing her apprentice attire, Otylia Antan was adorned by a skimpy velvet robes by the code of Arch-Mage's Quarters.

After working so closely with her, the Arch-Mage has also gotten used to showing his private when she is around. 

"Last time was a failure. The substance was not not as volatile as I anticipated. We might need a more aggressive method, and a bigger portion." 

Savos pondered by the alchemy table. his fingers however, was wrapping around Otylia's ass.

"I wouldn't call it failure, my lord. You looked quite satisfied at the end. *giggles*."

The young Imperial mage calmly replied with an impish voice, she had no intention to stop his advances.

Savos turned to face the half-naked woman, grasped her exposed breasts like something as casual as scratching his crotch, while explaining.

"*clear throat* we overextended ourselves last time. We need a new kind of container that prevents the substance from deteriorating." 

"Oh? and I imagined you have found the solution?"

Otylia teased. The confidence in her voice implied she already knew the answer.

"Precisely. Now. On your knee, girl. We have work to do."

Without even thinking, She slithered down between Savos's legs, her robes fell right off as soon as she lowered her arms. 

A purplish Dunmer penis loomed over her face.  

She used a finger to poke it even closer, she was clearly familiar with her superior's private parts. 

"I have one task for you, Otylia." 

Despite the erotic behavior of Otylia, the old Dunmer kept a straight face.

"Of course. What can I do for the benefit of the college today, Lord Arch-Mage?" 

Otylia's voice went soft and deep. She was completely enraptured by the manhood before her, she didn't even shift her eyes.

"Open your mouth."

Perhaps stimulated by her obscene speech, or under the influence of magic, the shape of his shaft changed into a stiff, spear-like meat pole.

He stuck his fingers into Otylia's mouth, inspecting it, in a way an alchemist would prepare for an experiment. Beads of saliva started to gather around her ample lips. 

"Good... good. This will be just fine to hold the substance."

"Call it what it is, my lord... Cum. You want to fill my mouth with cum."

Unfazed by the intrusion of his fingers, she slurped out the words. Her eyes burnt with lust.

"That's why I need you here, girl. I couldn't think of a more fitting place to dump my cum in all of Winterhold"

Savos raised his voice, his breathing quickened.

"So... that's what the Arch-Mage think of his right-hand woman...... A tool for pleasure. A cum tube. *chuckles* Do it. make me a cum tube..."

"Look at you! A filthy human who would do anything to gain magical power, even try to eat the cum of the elder races. Preposterous woman! It's not that easy, even if you've swallowed all of the semen of every Dunmer from here to Red Mountain. You will be sucking cocks your whole life!"

"You mean more cocks for me... *chuckles* Excellent... Let me adsorb all their essence. All that thick, tasty c-"

Before she could finish, she found a long, hardened penis thrust into her mouth.

She let out a feminine squeak.

"hnnnnhh!!!!"

"There you go! Make yourself useful!"

Savos grinned his teeth and shouted. The facade of a respected leader of the college dropped.

"hnmmm....gur-....gur-....gur-....urh- urh-...."

Each pounding was strong enough to sent saliva flying out.  
Otylia's expression showed no pain. She even tried to hold her head in place to make ease for the penetration.

On the other hand, Savos had no concern for his associate as he did to the alchemy apparatus. His hip, moving like a machine as he decimated the now vulgar-looking woman.

"That's it. Feel the magicka surging in your throat. That's what you dream of, huh?" 

The intense action had rendered Otylia inarticulate.
Trying to rile up her partner even more, she pieced together the dirty words, along with waves of guttural sound. 

"ur- ur- GUR- ch...uunmmm- chkoe- unn- choke mme...uuuu- with tchis unmm- this cock."

"You want more? UN-GRATEFUL-SLUT!"

He timed the pushing as he emphasized the last words angrily. Otylia's face was being pushed so hard that it almost lifted her head. 

"Be thankful that it is your hole that I've graced with my cock. Do you have any idea how many "gifted" nobles the college has turned down thus far?"

"ummm-... unguu-...unn-...unn-... nnhn-chsssssrp... "

Gagged by a meaty schlong, the humiliated nympho had to breath through her nostrils.
One deep exhale, and a strand of white liquid oozed out of her nose. Her face became splattered with pre-cum and her own saliva. 

"Ah yes. What a beautiful face. Smeared in cum and spit. I trust you don't mind I wipe my cock on it after I'm done." 

Although covered in all sorts of body fluid, it was the least of the Imperial's concern. Her eyes already gone blank, she could only respond with low grumbling.

"gok-.......ugrh- ugurk-.......gok- urgh-" 

"That's what I thought. Such dedication for this research I see. Let me reward you!"

Savos reeled backward, and with doubled the strength than before, he slammed the lower half of his body onto the ravaged face of Otylia. 

The slam made a thunderous thud sound.
As if something was snapped in Otylia's body due to the immense force, her thighs went limp at the same time. 

As Savos took out his penis, liquid of white color started to leak out from her mouth like an unscrewed bottle. She lazily hung out her tongue, leaving behind all mannerism.  
He pointed a finger toward the unsightly woman.  

"Get up."  

As it turned out Otylia was still capable to respond. She spread her legs and crouched before him. Her eyes was directionless, her face was twitching from exhaustion, who once was a charming, well spoken woman, transformed into Arch-Mage's bitch.

"...reh...whhere......coh...c-cockh....shuusssurp...reh...b-bah...back...i-in....f-fheel...s-so....hhh-......good......heh......"

"The whole face got ruined, yet still begging for more. Looks like I trained you well." 

A smirk appeared on his face, as he recollected the fact that he was in full control of this woman. 

"You're going to love this..." 

His flaccid schlong came erected again...

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