The nightmares came hard and fast after the mission. Nora knew they had served the Hold, getting rid of the savages that threatened everyone outside of the cities. Solitude was safe, as was Dragonbridge, with their guards and Imperial soldiers. The rest was not, but the ending of two dragons and a Forsworn war party went a long way to making everyone feel more secure. But the assault on Deepwood Redoubt and Hag’s End had opened her mind. She still thought the Forsworn evil, but seeing how they took care of their children showed another side of them. And seeing the dragon kill the children she had spared? Well, that brought on new nightmares, the faces of the people she had killed who might have been mothers or fathers, sisters or brothers, grandparents. She hadn’t seen the faces of the children the dragon had eaten, with the single exception of the one that was crunched under large teeth and slid down a throat.

 

There were only three ways she knew to fight the nightmares which threatened to drive her mad. Drugs, alcohol and sex. Drugs were a non-starter. Most of the drugs in Skyrim had high addiction potential, especially Skooma. While she liked drinking, she understood the problems there as well. She had seen what it did to Eldawyn when she was fighting her demon. That left sex, something she really enjoyed, and had no problem being addicted to. Fortunately for her she had found a new boy toy, in the process learning things she hadn’t suspected about Conjuration.

 

Nora cast Soul Cloak, a spell that would let her trap the soul of anything she killed in a gem she was carrying. She had used it before, but Falion had refined her technique. The soul gem she carried in the pouch by her side, a common variety, was made by her own hands. She had started with petty, then lesser, and this was her first attempt at the higher level, common. She aimed and loosed, and her arrow went into the deer. It screamed its pain as the arrow penetrated its chest, then fell to its knees, the purple energy of its soul streaming out and into the gem. Nora put her hand on the pouch, feeling the warmth of the animal soul now trapped within.

 

“I still feel bad about taking its soul,” said Nora to the Redguard mage.

 

“We will dress the deer and provide food for ourselves and our neighbors,” said Falion in a gentle voice as he knelt beside her to help in the butchering. “It had no afterlife to speak of. It would only become part of the common source of animal souls, nothing of its personality or memories intact.”

 

“I know,” said Nora, looking into his blue eyes. “I know it in my mind, but my heart..”

 

“You are really a strange contrast, Nora. A born killer, and particularly good at your business. But with a heart that feels too much.”

 

“Yep. I’m really not suited to my job,” she said with a sad smile. “Too bad I’m so good at it.”

 

“Fortunately for all of us you are,” said the other mage, packing the meat into the flayed skin. “And you know we’re both going to need to bathe before we move on to, other things.”

 

Nora laughed. “You mean you would turn me down covered in deer blood. I think it would be really kinky.”

 

“No thanks. I prefer the scent of a clean and well-scrubbed woman. Now, I’ll finish up here while you go and gather some of the largess of the marsh for your alchemist friend.”

 

Nora took the bag she had brought for the purpose and started walking the ground of the marsh. She thought the landscape beautiful. Of course there were the dead trees, like vegetable skeletons reaching their desiccated limbs to the sky. But the many living specimens, full of green leaves, moss hanging from the branches, most with a riot of flowers, were breathtaking. Then her eyes were on the ground, picking the flowers of nightshade, the fruit of swamp fungal pods and the fleshy members of Violet Coprinus. The marsh was a treasure trove of alchemical ingredients, and the only place in Skyrim where many of these things were found.

 

After dropping off the meat with neighbors, saying hi to Agni who was staying with one so the pair of mages could have privacy, they repaired back to his house to work on the next part of the enchanting process. Nora easily enchanted a piece of jewelry, the energy of the deer flying into the pendant, adding a fire resist enchant.

 

“Now the disenchant,” said Falion, turning the pendant over in his hand.

 

“Shouldn’t we have a soul gem handy to trap the energy?”

 

“We’ll get on to that part later, once you perfect the release.”

 

Nora nodded, then said the word to the spell Falion had taught her. As she said the last word the pendant flared, energy rushed out, and the jewelry turned into a puddle of melted metal.

 

“That could have gone better,” she said in a quiet voice.

 

“Hey. It was your first try, and it did what you intended. You’ll get better with practice. In fact, I have a dozen rings here you can practice on.”

 

“Don’t you need to sell these?”

 

“Not really. I have enough for my needs, and it is my pleasure to see you advance in another school. So, get to it.”

 

Nora disenchanted the dozen rings, all with minor enchantments on them. Most survived the process, and Falion brought out some petty gems and set her to enchanting the surviving pieces.

 

Then disenchanting them again.

 

“I’m worn out,” said Nora, letting out a breath.

 

“It is tiring business. But I hope you’re not completely exhausted.”

 

“I’m never too tired to pass up on some loving,” she said, her arms going around the neck of the tall man, her mouth reaching for a kiss.

 

As usual their session was very pleasurable. They were becoming used to the bodies of the other, and as she had discovered in the past, repeated sex with the same partner got better with time.

 

“I needed that,” said Nora, lying on the bed with Falion’s seed leaking from her vagina. “And I need this,” she said, reaching for the contraceptive potion.

 

“You are very careful to take your potion.”

 

“The last thing I need is to get pregnant. I can just see myself with a great distended belly, fighting Alduin. No thanks. Now, I need something else. I’m starving.”

 

There was a great feast of venison and potatoes waiting for them. After filling herself she gathered up her bag of reagents and teleported back to the Blue Palace. Falion wanted Agni to sleep in her own bed, and Nora could understand that. The man was a particularly good father, and the child would grow to young womanhood as an accomplished mage and alchemist. That would set her up for life.

 

“How goes the training?” asked Eldawyn later as Nora took another meal.

 

“I did a disenchanting today. And Master Falion thinks I am coming along well in enchanting jewelry.”

 

“Did you bring any with you?” asked Sybille. “I would love to look over your work. To see if you’ve gotten as good as Sofia.”

 

The young spellsword blushed at the praise. She had been studying with the vampire court mage, increasing her abilities with destruction, illusion and enchanting. Sofia had previously been deathly afraid of vampires, but the patient manner of Sybille had won her over.

 

“I disenchanted all of them,” said Nora, shrugging her shoulders. “The point of studying with Falion is to learn how to pull the energy out of enchanted objects. I only enchant to make more objects to disenchant.”

 

“I thought the point of studying with Falion was to get him into your bed,” said Eldawyn with a laugh.

 

“There is that,” said a smiling Nora. “Though even that isn’t enough to drive the nightmares away. They’ve gotten worse.”

 

“It wasn’t your fault, Nora,” said Sybille, throwing her hands in the air. “So quit beating yourself up over the children the dragon killed.”

 

Of course it wasn’t Nora’s fault. It was the dragon’s fault, but that creature would feel no guilt for its actions, so Nora would take on that burden. If she had killed it during her fight with the three dragons the incident with the children would not have happened.

 

The next morning, after a restless night, Nora teleported to Morthal early. She was feeling irritated and depressed, but wanted to get back to learning conjuration and enchanting. From clearly hating the school she had grown to feel the excitement of learning. The discipline could be abused, and she was coming to understand that such was true of all the schools. She would have to watch her actions and motivations, just as she did when calling up destruction spells.

 

“What is that sword called?” asked a man in plate armor, stepping onto the boardwalk in Nora’s path.

 

“You mean Dawnbreaker,” she answered, not sure what this man was about, but not feeling threatened in the middle of Morthal.

 

“And where did you get it?”

 

“I performed a task for Meridia in ridding her temple of a necromancer,” said Nora, not seeing any need to lie. After all, worship of Meridia was not outlawed in Skyrim, unlike the following of a Divine, Talos. Nora had studied both Meridia and Azura in her quest for knowledge. Azura was the primary deity of the Dunmer, while Meridia had been called upon many times by the downtrodden to rescue them from oppression. Both Goddesses had been known to go overboard at times in their punishment of mortals. But so had the Divines.

 

“So, you admit to working with a Daedric Prince,” said the man, raising his voice.

 

Nora was aware of more armored people stepping from the spaces between buildings,, until over a dozen stood around her. All were wearing plate armor, weapons in hand.

 

“You will surrender that evil artifact and come with us,” said the man standing to her front.

 

“And just who the fuck are you?”

 

“We are Vigilants of Stendarr,” said a woman standing about twenty feet to the side of Nora, a smallish mace in her hand. “Servants of the God of Mercy, the patron on our order and justice for all of Tamriel.”

 

“You do realize that this blade was created to kill the undead,” said Nora, still not sure what these people were about, but very sure that they represented anything but mercy.

 

“It is a Daedric artifact,” said another man, this one tall and thin, a large mace weighing down his right arm. “The Daedra are profane creatures with no hope of redemption. Their heretical artifacts grant powers to mortals that wreak havoc across Tamriel. They must be guarded or destroyed to prevent temptation.”

 

The only power Dawnbreaker granted to Nora was the power to destroy undead. That was a good thing in her mind, and taking this blade and locking it away was not.

 

“Surrender the weapon and come with us,” said a man with a crossbow in hand. “Or die where you stand.”

 

“And what becomes of me?”

 

“You will be interrogated, to discover just how far your affiliation with Daedra goes. May the mercy of Stendarr be yours.”

 

The Vigilants reminded Nora of Radical Christians in her own time. People who espoused the mercy of their God, while preaching about all the dire consequences for rejecting that mercy. These people were fanatics, not willing to listen to reason, but she had to make another attempt before bloodshed occurred.

 

“By what right do you act?” she asked, looking at the first man to speak, the one who seemed the leader. “As far as I know Daedra worship is not outlawed in Skyrim. Besides, I don’t worship Meridia. Kynerath is my Goddess, and she doesn’t seem to have any problem with this sword.”

 

“We act on a higher authority than that of mere mortal rulers,” said the woman who had spoken earlier. “We are mandated to bring the mercy of Stendarr to this world.”

 

“Well, no way in hell are you going to get this blade,” said Nora, her frustration at dealing with people who wouldn’t listen to reason getting the better of her.

 

“Cut her down,” yelled the spokesman.

 

Nora drew Dawnbreaker from its sheath with blinding speed as her left hand knocked a crossbow bolt from the air. That same hand made a quick motion as she said the triggering words, pulling one of the Vigilants into another hard with a telekinesis spell. The woman with the small mace ran at her, and Nora kicked her in the knee with the hard heel of her left foot. The woman cried out and fell as something cracked in her leg.

 

“Fus Ro Dah,” shouted Nora into three of the Vigilants, sending them flying back to tumble head over heels.

 

“She’s the Dragonborn,” shouted one of the Vigilants.

 

“I don’t care what she is. She challenges the will of Stendarr, so she must die. Now kill her.”

 

The man pointed a sword her way, staying back, willing to let his followers take the casualties. Suddenly an arrow appeared in his throat. With a strangled gasp the Vigilant leader fell to his knees, sword dropped, hand going to the deadly shaft that was taking his life.

 

“Everyone stay where you are,” shouted a loud voice.

 

Nora recognized the shout of the Morthal city guard captain. She lowered her blade while willing the flames on her left hand to retreat. On the verge of sending fire into the Vigilants, she was more than happy to let the guards handle this.

 

“Thane Nora,” said the captain, stepping forward. A dozen guards stood with him, many bending bows and aiming in on the Vigilants. “What is happening here?”

 

“These people demanded my sword,” said Nora. “And they were threatening to take me away to be judged by their merciful God,” she finished sarcastically.

 

Nora walked over to the Vigilant leader who was bleeding out from the arrow through his throat. She pushed it all the way through, relieved that it had not hit the spine. The man may have been an ass, and he certainly had abused his situation, but now that the heat of the moment had passed she didn’t want him to die. She cast her most powerful healing spell into him, closing the wounds, then stabilizing him.

 

“What went on here?” asked Jarl Idgrod the Elder, walking up the boardwalk and glaring at the restrained Vigilants. “What have these fanatics been up to now?”

 

“They accused me of Daedra worship,” she told the Jarl, who Nora suspected of Daedra Worship herself. “They wanted to take away my sword and haul me away for questioning.”

 

“Likely you would never have been seen again,” said Idgrod, frowning. She looked over at the guard captain. “I thought I told you to run these crazies off if they ever entered my Hold.”

 

“But, they’re holy men,” stammered the captain. “They worship one of the Divines.”

“That is not the problem. That they impose their interpretation of that Divine’s laws on others is what I refuse to tolerate. So they are barred from my Hold.”

 

Nora worried that the Vigilants might try to get back at the Jarl. Since Idgrod could see the future with an alarming consistency, she thought the followers of Stendarr should be the concerned party in this situation. And as her throne was supported by the Imperial Legions, she doubted those soldiers would be willing to let the Vigilants operate against the wishes of the Jarl. But against Nora and her people away from civilization? They had just become another threat to be concerned about.

 

*     *     *

 

“I have a surprise for you,” said Falion as he looked over her latest effort at disenchanting. Nora had used the coalesced soul she had created, five wolves into one grand gem using a condenser chamber. It was as powerful as a mammoth soul, and really much easier to come by. She had enchanted a sword with twin enchantments, fire and shock. Then went through the process of pulling the energy from it and pushing the soul into another grand gem. It had been tiring, but now she had a grand gem, full and warm with the soul power of the wolves, and a cold iron sword. Both had survived intact.

 

“What is it?” she asked, starting to feel horny with the beautiful Redguard man standing near, his hand on her hip.

 

“Well, first off let me say that you don’t have to accept. And we’ll both understand if you don’t. But knowing your appetites I thought it would be perfect.”

 

“What is it?” she asked again, her curiosity piqued.

 

“That’s your cue,” said Falion loudly. The door opened and revealed a smiling Al’Hassan, a bottle of wine in each hand.

 

Nora immediately knew what the men had in mind. Her. And she felt herself flush with excitement. She hadn’t had multiple men at once for quite some time. Never on this world. And here Falion was offering her two beautiful and fit males ready to satisfy her every desire.

 

“Do you like it?” asked Falion, putting his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzling the back of her neck.

 

“Yes,” she whispered, the excitement almost too much for her. “Do to me what you will.”

 

Al’Hassan smiled as he moved forward and started to undo Nora’s belt, taking it and the sheathed Dawnbreaker and laying them on the table. He then worked the stays of her robe, parting it, reaching up and pulling it free from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Nora stood naked except for panties and boots, and the smith reached down to pull the first from her until she stood in front of the two men in only her leather dress boots.

 

“So lovely,” said the smith, cupping a breast in each hand. “Tall and straight and tempered like a fine blade.”

 

“And remember that observation,” said a laughing Falion, rubbing his hands up Nora’s sides. “Don’t piss her off, or we both could be paying with our lives.”

 

“He exaggerates,” said Nora with a throaty laugh. “The most I would do is set your feet on fire. Not get out of those clothes and let me get a look at you both.”

 

The men moved away, both standing to her front and quickly shedding their clothes. Both had gorgeous brown skin, Al’Hassan’s scarred, Falion’s still smooth. Their blue eyes looked at her with a desire that sent shivers up her spine. And their half erect cocks hung between muscular legs, ponderous balls behind them. They started to stiffen up under her gaze, and she delighted in having two beautiful cocks to play with this night.

 

In an instant she was on her knees between them, hands stroking shafts until they were both as hard as they could get. She inhaled Al’Hassan’s cock, pulling it deep into her mouth as her tongue worked over his balls. The head went into her throat, and she gagged a bit before she loosened up the muscles to accept the intruder. After a minute she switched off, taking Falion’s shaft into her mouth. She decided that the men were virtual twins in the hardware department. Al’Hassan’s curved up a little more, and Falion had the larger head, but otherwise they were both simply perfect.

 

“She is really good,” said Al’Hassan, leaning his head back and sighing in pleasure.

 

“Told you.”

 

“And you boys have been talking about me behind my back,” said a smiling Nora, stroking both shafts for a moment before going down on Al’Hassan again.

 

“Nothing that you ladies don’t do as well,” said Falion, hissing in a breath as the Dragonborn switched his cock into her mouth. “I hear that you tell everything.”

 

Nora couldn’t deny that. In her experience women were much bigger gossips than men. They went into excruciating detail about lovers. Size, curvature, scent and taste. How it felt in their mouths, then in their pussies. She might be a little more reserved about it than most, but even she delighted in sharing the details with friends. Like she would share this encounter with Eldawyn if no one else.

 

“Well, since I have two beautiful cocks here in front of me, and I doubt either of you want to wait his turn, why don’t you both fuck me.”

 

“At the same time,” said Falion in mock indignation. “Why, you harlot.”

 

“Guilty,” said Nora with a smile. “I’m no dainty and cold Nord lady, though I find most of them aren’t either. I like getting fucked, and to have two such willing men with me. Well…”

 

“And rules,” asked Al’Hassan, clearly a gentleman who didn’t want to step out of bounds. Or get his feet set on fire.

 

“I’m sure one of you will want to take my ass while the other fucks my pussy. So here are the rules. Once you enter my ass, the pussy is off limits, unless you do a thorough job of cleaning your cock with soap and water. So, since I think both of you will want to try the pussy, why don’t we do it this way. We start off with one of you fucking me while I blow the other. Switch off, then go to the main event. One in the ass, one in the pussy, until we’re all satisfied.”

 

“I like the way this lady thinks,” said Al’Hassan, shivering as Nora sucked him back into her mouth.

 

“And I hope both of you have taken your potions, because I think it will take a lot of fucking for me to be satisfied.”

 

“We have,” said Al’Hassan, picking Nora up and grunting with surprise. “Heavier than I would have imagined. Do you eat iron for breakfast?”

 

“Long story. I’ll tell you while we’re taking our first break.”

 

Al’Hassan laid Nora on her back on the bed, then looked down on her. Falion moved between her legs and started to lap at her labia, sending shivers of pleasure through her pussy, and thence up her spine. He continued to lick and suck, while Nora reached up and played with Al’Hassan’s cock and balls. She enjoyed the oral she was receiving, and the smooth feel of the soft skin over the smith’s genitals enhanced the work Falion was doing on her pussy.

 

“Fuck me, Falion,” she said, looking up at the man, who smiled at her with her juices coating his face. She could feel the lubrication running out of her pussy, and knew the man would have an easy time inserting his cock into her. Sure enough, it slid in to the hilt, and she felt joy at welcoming him home.

 

“Feed me your cock,” she told Al’Hassan. The man smiled and presented his cock to her, which she gobbled down. “Now face fuck me,” she mumbled around the shaft, not sure if he would understand.

 

Obviously, the smith did, and he started to move his hips and thrust his engorged cock into her throat. Nora gagged, but relaxed and fought down the impulse, giving the man complete access to her throat. Soon the men had a good rhythm going, one cock moving in and out of her pussy while the other did the same to her throat.

 

Falion had been fucking her for the last week and didn’t have the full balls of the smith, whose cock started to quickly swell in Nora’s throat. “I’m going to cum,” he said, starting to pull out. Nora had other ideas, and her hands grabbed his hips to keep him from withdrawing completely. The man got the idea and went back to giving her long strokes, withdrawing almost all the way from her mouth, then pushing back into her throat, his pubic hair on her lips indicating he had no more length to give.

 

She felt the cock swell even more, and then it started to spurt, sending stream after stream of thick cum down her throat. Nora swallowed it all, letting him partially withdraw so she could get a taste of the last couple of spurts. Nora, a connoisseur of semen, found him to be delicious, an indication that he ate a healthy diet.

 

“By the Gods, that was amazing,” hissed the breathless smith.

 

“Wait until you try this end,” said Falion, continuing to drive his cock in and out of the tight wet sleeve Nora was providing.

 

“That end is enjoying your efforts very much, lover,” said Nora in a near whisper, still trying to get her breath back. “But we can’t have you hogging the hole.”

 

She clamped down with her vaginal muscles, giving the man the tightest receptacle she could. Falion’s face scrunched up, his balls tightened, and he roared out a cry in sequence with his enlarged cock spraying the inside of Nora’s pussy with a copious amount of thick semen.

 

“I think the smith is ready for another go at my forge,” said a smiling Nora, stroking the cock back into full erection. “I want you in my pussy. Now. And you can have my mouth, Falion.”

 

As the grinning men got into position, Nora figured that if they had both imbibed the virility potion they would be good for at least five ejaculations. If they both held back at times, and the smith had more cum in him than that, she could be in for a good three or four hours of getting ravaged. Just what she needed.

 

Al’Hassan slid into her well lubricated pussy, an expression of delight and disbelief on his face, while Falion offered his cock to the mouth of his fellow master mage. She sighed in pleasure as the smith’s cock probed her folds, pushing all the way in until his groin was meshed against hers. He started to thrust in and out, a look of intense joy on his face.

 

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” said Al’Hassan. “She’s so tight and wet. It almost feels like she could pull my cock off with that snapper.”

 

“Our Nora is a special lady,” said Falion, groaning as the Dragonborn’s lips went up and down his shaft. “We’re fortunate that she agreed to share herself with us, don’t you think?”

 

“Indeed. I think I would marry her if she agreed.”

 

“None of that talk,” said Nora, pulling off Falion’s dick for a moment, her hand continuing to play with his hanging balls. “Enjoy me while you can, and hope I come back for another go.”

 

The way these two were making her feel she could see having several other goes with them before she moved on. Both men definitely knew what they were doing. Experienced lovers who knew how to treat a woman in bed, how to help her rise to the heights of pleasure while they enjoyed her. Nora could soon feel another orgasm coming on, and she grunted around the cock of the other mage as the smith pounded his groin into her, setting her clit on fire.

 

In a rush her climax overcame her. She cried out, keeping Falion in her throat, letting him face fuck her as her body thrashed on the bed and Al’Hassan continued to give her his cock. Her vagina clenched around his cock, and she could tell by the way he was swelling that he was well on the way.

 

“By the Gods,” grunted the smith as the first rope of cum spurt into her pussy, followed by a series of spurts, until it was flowing from her with each pull of his cock. Falion cried out a moment later as he sent his second load of the day down her throat.

 

Nora lay panting on the bed under the weight of Al’Hassan as she licked Falion’s cock clean. She needed to catch her breath, as did her two lovers.

 

“Some wine,” offered Falion.

 

“Yes, please,” agreed Nora, smiling. “Not that my throat is dry or anything. Not with two servings of man juice.”

 

“You really like it when a man cums in your mouth?” asked Al’Hassan, pulling out and letting his soft cock plop against Nora’s leg.

 

“I really do,” she admitted. “I think that most women who suck cock like the feeling it gives them, the control they have over a man. But I enjoy the taste of semen. Well, most semen. There are some that will make me gag. Neither of you are among that bunch, thankfully.”

 

“So,” said Falion, placing the glass of wine in Nora’s hand, then helping her to sit up so she could sip. “You up for the main event?” He looked up at Al’Hassan. “What do you want, brother?”

 

“I would like more of this marvelous pussy,” said the smith, closing his eyes and smiling. “I could live in it if given the chance.”

 

“Well,” said a laughing Nora. “Unfortunately, the rest of me needs to save the world, and the vagina goes where I do.”

 

Al’Hassan got on his back, his stiffening cock pointing up. Nora wasn’t sure how the potions they took worked, only that they did, and well. If she had their like on Earth she would have been a rich woman indeed, as well as a happy one.

 

Nora straddled the man, lowering her pussy lips down until the head of his cock was at her entrance. Slowly she sank down on him, savoring the penetration while letting him feel every inch of her vagina as it engulphed his shaft. When she was all the way down, Al’Hassan’s cock lodged fully in her pussy, she looked back at Falion. The mage was rubbing the lube he had gotten from Lami on his penis, making sure it was well lubricated so he wouldn’t cause too much discomfort to his friend. He placed the head at the entrance to her anus and pushed in a bit.

 

“Slowly,” grunted Nora as the intruder probed at the entrance to her bowels. She had never really liked anal. The nerve endings were to the front, mostly in her clit, but with enough in her vagina to make the feeling of a shaft moving in and out pleasurable. So a penis in her ass was nothing but filling. Oft times painful, especially at first. Falion was careful, putting just enough in to let her accommodate, letting her adjust, then sliding a bit more in. The lube helped, a lot, but there was still discomfort. But her pussy was on fire with the psychological high of serving two men like this, and the filling of both holes had her wet like never before.

 

“I’m in,” said Falion, slowly moving his cock in and out. Al’Hassan started his thrusting, the same slow rhythm as his friend. And Nora started gasping at the feelings flowing through her. Anal itself did nothing for her, but the combination of the double penetration was sending her over the edge with each thrust, especially since the men were so good at getting into a perfect rhythm.

 

“Damn,” she said through clenched teeth. “That feels so damned good.”

 

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good,” said Al’Hassan in a pant.

 

“You’re being very quiet, lover,” she said in a rush, her words intended for Falion. “Enjoying yourself?”

 

“Oh, yes. I still prefer your pussy, but the feeling of Al’Hassan’s cock thrusting through the flesh separating us is quite exciting.”

 

Nora was glad that Falion preferred pussy. She would do as many double penetrations as they wanted while she was still around, but one on one she wanted the cock to go into the place in her body intended for it. It went on for what seemed like hours but had to be much less. Nora started along a slope of orgasms, one after the other, not even allowing her to get her breath. She could feel from the motions of the men that they were on edge, holding back and about to lose it as the feel of what they were doing to her came through. Her pussy was continually clenching around Al’Hassan’s cock. She tried to clamp down with her anus as well, but the combination of not having much practice and being distracted by Al’Hassan’s member rubbing against her vaginal walls were working against her.

 

“Cumming,” growled Al’Hassan, as his cock swelled to its largest and started sending his seed into Nora.

 

“Stay in me until Falion finishes,” she told him, smiling down on the Redguard.

 

“My pleasure,” he said, his hands running up and down her ribs and sending more shivers up her spine.

 

“I’m Cumming,” hissed Falion as his own cock swelled and started to shoot ropes up cum into her bowels.

 

The trio lay entwined for some time, sweaty bodies against each other. Nora shuddered with aftershocks for minutes, smiling at how high she had gone. She couldn’t remember a time when she had cum so much in one session. And she was hoping that the men had one more in them, so she could try something else.

 

“Go ahead and take a break, guys. I’m going to wipe myself off, then we’ll move on to the next act.”

 

“A take charge woman,” said Al’Hassan with a laugh.

 

Nora laughed as well. She was a dominant woman in the board room or the battlefield. She preferred to be the submissive in bed, letting her lover take charge, balancing her. With men that was easy for the most part. With her women lovers she was most often the dominant. There were some exceptions. Eldawyn was particularly good at taking charge, though the Altmer liked to play the submissive as well.

 

“I think we’re ready,” said Falion, his cock standing at half-mast. He had taken advantage of the break to clean his cock and wipe his body down.

Nora got back on the bed and let the men get up beside her. She then started to work on their cocks with hands and mouth. It was amazing how fast they got hard again. The miraculous potions at work, and Nora reminded herself to pick up a case of them from Lami, since her version of the virility potions seemed to be better than most.

 

Nora lubed up Falion’s cock, then put her hands on the now hard Redguard and pushed him down on the bed. She mounted him with her back to him, placing the tip of his cock at her anus and pushing down. It went in much easier this time, and as soon as he was all the way in she motioned for Al’Hassan to come over and mount her from the front. With a sigh he pushed his cock into her pussy. She had opened up some from the previous fucking, but was still tighter than most women who were at the beginning of a bout of sex.

 

“So tight,” he said as he bottomed out, his groin rubbing against hers.

 

Nora raised her legs in the air, then up to her shoulders, opening herself up to the men as much as she could.

 

“Do what you want with me,” she said, the feeling of vulnerability overcoming her. She loved that feeling, even though she couldn’t experience it with most men. She trusted Falion to not do anything that would harm her, and to make sure that his smith friend behaved himself. In time she might come to trust Al’Hassan as well, but for now trusting one of them was enough.

 

Nora sometimes thought she acted too masculine. What was she to do? She was a warrior, and a leader of warriors, in the business of killing. So femininity was not her strong suit most times. Now she was at her feminine peak. She had been pumping out the pheromones since they had started the three-way, and now her glands were filling the air with the attractants that were driving the men wild.

 

Falion was pumping his hips as his hands reached around and played with her breasts. Al’Hassan was thrusting like a madman, leaning in to plant his mouth on hers while their tongues dueled. Nora wasn’t sure if either man was the best she had ever had, but the pair of them working together definitely topped her list of sexual encounters. Again she went into a chain of continuous orgasms, until the men couldn’t take anymore and both came in her within seconds of each other.

 

“I think I’m worn out,” said Al’Hassan, pulling out and letting his seed flow from her pussy.

 

“How about you, Nora?” asked Falion, waiting for her to get off of him. “Satisfied?”

 

“Half dead,” she said with a laugh. “But definitely satisfied. Though I would like to do this again sometime. Maybe tomorrow?”

 

“I don’t know if we’ll have recovered completely by then,” said Al’Hassan with a snort. “But give me a day and I’ll be ready again.”

 

Nora felt a bit disappointed at the smith’s admission, but she had to remember that she had a more powerful sex drive than just about anyone on two worlds. And she had just experienced a new form of sex, one that promised to satisfy her many times over. But she would still have to take care of herself with the more mundane forms of sex most nights.

 

“I’m going down to talk with Lami before I teleport back to the palace,” she told the men as she wiped herself off with some wet rags, then started to get back into her robes. She felt deliciously sticky with the seed of the men, but thought she would get a bath as soon as she was back in Solitude. Not everyone liked to be around the odor of a freshly fucked woman and the emissions of two men.

 

“How were they?” asked the alchemist when Nora entered her shop.

 

“Amazing. Have you been with them both?”

 

“A few times,” admitted the pretty woman. “Most of the people in the town look down on them because they aren’t Nords, but both are clean, intelligent, and caring lovers. If only I hadn’t experimented so much with my ingredients. Destroyed my sex drive, though I still have flashes.”

 

“So you’re not jealous?”

 

“Oh, by the Divines no. I’m simply happy they have some release.”

 

“Well, I want to buy a case of the potion they were using.”

 

“Stocking up,” said the alchemist with a laugh.

 

“Indeed,” said a smiling Nora. “I have an overactive sex drive, and it helps if the man I am with has as much stamina as possible. And I think your potion is better that most. Maybe better than all of them.”

 

Lami boxed up the potions, then added a satchel of ingredients and some papers with recipes on them.

 

“The ingredients and recipes are on me,” said Lami, taking the gold that Nora offered and counting out what she charged for the potions. “I think Lydia can learn some more of the craft. And she’s welcome to come study with me when she has the time.”

 

“I will pay for that,” said Nora. She wanted the woman to survive, and giving things away didn’t help with that goal. “But I can guarantee that Lydia will love the idea.”

 

Nora cast teleport while still in the shop and appeared just outside the palace. She could have appeared inside, but didn’t want to discomfit people there to petition the Jarl. Nodding to the guards, who were as usual on alert with the threat of Erikur in mind, she walked into the palace.

 

She had a decision to make in the near future. Falion had taught her much of Enchanting and Conjuration, and had been talking about bestowing Master’s status in the Conjuration Arts as well. Nora still had reservations about that art, but had come to respect Falion’s use of it. She had learned how to gain control of the Daedra that other mages, enemies, might call up, and how to banish them back to their infernal realms. The College had lost much wisdom when he had left, and Gestor was a poor substitute in her opinion. Her own time learning at the Master’s feet, and having some of the best sex in her life, was nearing an end.

 

She needed to get on with meeting the Greybeards and finding out what they knew about the shout that would pull Alduin from the sky. And, by the way, finding out how to draw the Dragon God onto a battlefield of her choosing. She had reservations about facing the dragon. No, to be honest, she was still scared to death. That mightiest of dragons could end her, eating her soul in the process. From someone who basically hadn’t believed in an afterlife before coming here, now she wanted the best experience she could get in the great beyond. Remembering how she had seen Toccata in Sovngarde made her desire that end to her life. Not immediately, no. But eventually. And the dragon could prevent that.

 

It tugged at her conscience that the longer she delayed the more souls were denied that afterlife. While Alduin was in the world souls could still make the journey in safety. But when he was gone, himself in Sovngarde, every Nord killed was eaten in the journey. Ended. Brave people, no matter which side they were on, and deserving of the afterlife of the heroes. She needed to get on this. Being afraid had never stopped her in the past, after all.