"Are you sure about this?" Neloth asked. "We're dealing with forces outside even my full comprehension. Witches' magic is... wild. It barely adheres to the schools as we understand them. What you're trying to do here is-"


"It's one of the few things we haven't tried yet," Selune interrupted. "If my condition can't be cured by traditional means, then exploring non-traditional methods is the next logical step, is it not?"

Neloth grumbled. He produced a filled grand soul gem from a bag and placed it at the foot of the Doomstone. "If it were anyone else," Neloth said, "I would have refused to help."

"And you have my gratitude. I fear I have little else to offer you that you haven't already partaken of, considering our usual arrangement," Selune said with a sarcastic lilt. Neloth huffed in amusement.

 

Selune stepped into the shallow, mucky pool of mineral water and began chanting. The mist rose and fell with the tempo of her words. The familiar feeling of magic swirling over her skin washed over her, but soon enough it began to ebb and flow in odd ways.

 

"Fascinating..." Neloth muttered to himself. He'd only ever read about the witches' rituals. The skin on the back of his neck crawled as he felt some unnatural presence seem to flow in from the darkness beyond his torch. The soul gem began to glow a pale blue and the air grew oppressive.

 

An unholy sound echoed, like a goat bleating filtered through the souls of the damned, a twisted, unsettling sound. Before their eyes, a goat-headed figure began to coalesce, its hands turned up to the sky. Selune gasped as the magic that had been flowing in her seemed to be sucked form her body all at once, like having the breath pulled from her lungs. "By Azura..." Neloth said under his breath.

 

The beast's body solidified. Its height was unimpressive, but its features were unsettling. The eyes of a goat stared at both elves, glassy and empty. Life, but no soul. "Why have you summoned me?" he asked, his voice subdued but pulsing with authority.

 

"I come to you seeking aid," Selune said. The creature said nothing, so she continued, "I suffer an unknown ailment, one that stunts my magicka. The magic of both elves and men have been unable to offer any relief. So now I petition forces more obscure... forces such as yourself, and whoever you serve, if any."

 

His eyes seemed to burn through her for a long moment. He finally crossed his arms and spoke. "I do not have an answer," he said. Selune's heart sank. "But, perhaps, I may possess some measure of relief. You know the price... You would not have summoned me otherwise."

 

Selune undid the rope binding her robes and pulled her garment open, displaying a great swath of naked flesh. "I know, and I pay willingly."

 

The beast grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. She had noticed it before, but only now really stopped to look at it. She recognized it as the cock of a horse, albeit smaller. She'd only ever seen horse cock from a distance, and never in her life had thought to get close to one, let alone what was about to happen. On a horse, she couldn't be less interested, but on a man... it was rather exotic. She found herself cautiously yet surprisingly unopposed to the idea.

 

The beast approached as Selune knelt down. She slipped a slim hand around the sheath, pausing a moment to comprehend just what she was stroking.


Neloth, meanwhile, could only look on. He hadn't been informed of this "price", but knew better than to say anything, lest he anger the creature.

 

Growing bold, Selune leaned in. She let her breath wash over the flat, broad cock head and, with a moment of hesitation, gave it an exploratory lick. It tasted not unlike any other dick she'd sucked, but the scent... it was musky, surprisingly aromatic. Better than most normal men, if she was being honest. Satisfied that it wasn't as disgusting as she feared, she started to kiss and lick the fleshy forward half of his member. For a moment, she almost enjoyed it, but as she looked up and made eye contact with the goat head, the gravity of the situation sank back in. She closed her eyes and set to work.

 

Not wanting to disappoint the goat creature, she went straight to the fancy tricks. Long, slow licks. Deep throating as much of his impressive size as she could. Even going as far as to use both Neloth and Maechen's favorite of her little moves - going hands-free. She bobbed up and down with wet slurps, looking up at the beast again. She did everything she could to let him know that she had fully submitted and would service him as much and as well as he wanted. If all it takes is one evening of sucking horse cock to get a little more power, it would be well worth it.

 

"You lips are gentle, your tongue practiced..." the beast bleated. "Your effort is appreciated, little cock-slut, but I did not come here to have my cock coddled...!" Selune yelped around his girth as he grabbed her hair. He began to roughly fuck her face, taking all her control away. Neloth made a move, but Selune lifted a hand to stop him. The beast snatched her wrist and grew more violent, forcing his cock deep in her throat. She gagged and coughed, gasping for air as he briefly let her take a gulp.

 

"Yes, look at you! Your mouth waters! Tears of joy stream down your face! The civilized little cock-slut who loved and savored the cock of an animal without hesitation. And now you so crave more that you hardly resist as I use your throat like a toy! Go on, bite! Try to hit me! Or carry on and admit you cannot live without the cock of an animal deep in your throat!"


Selune felt a mixture of anger and excitement well up in her. Being used in such a way was a rarity for her, one she secretly enjoyed but couldn't often bring herself to admit. But she was now quite confident that more than a little derogatory language was not her forte. "Cock-slut", fine, but being called an object that only wanted to be used by animals was a few steps too far. Still, she bore the abuse. She had no choice.

 

"Now take what you want! Swallow every drop! Prove to me what a cum-craving little whore you are, and I shall reward you in kind!"


He pulled almost entirely out of her mouth. Selune locked her lips tightly around the wide, flared head, but she couldn't have really prepared for the meal she was given. Thick, creamy cum shot from his tip, filling her mouth as fast as she could swallow. And swallow she did, not daring to waste a single drop. The beast bleated with an unearthly rumble as it emptied the last few stringy shots of cum from its horse balls into Selune's mouth. For a moment, he held her there in silence, as if giving her time to savor his flavor before releasing her.

 

When he finally did let her go, Selune could only sit there in a mixture of shame and satisfaction. Nothing Neloth had ever put her through had been so singularly degrading. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that, on some level, this had also been almost... fun.


The beast's body began to fade, his cock still frighteningly erect. "Until the next alignment," he said, his voice taking on an echo as his form began to grow more ethereal, "the power of my cum will permeate your body. For every reward you garner through the service of your tongue, your power will swell. The more you imbibe, the greater the effect. Should you wish to renew the pact, you know what you must do. Farewell..."

 

Selune sat there silent for a moment, collecting herself. She soon forgot the indignity she'd suffered and realized with her clearer head that he actually tasted rather good, as far as cum goes. She could feel the increased energy swirling through her. At least this wasn't all for naught.

 

"Well," Neloth said, "that was certainly... something. You had me very worried! He could have snapped your neck with how hard he was throat-fucking you!"

 

"I know, Master. I'm sorry," Selune replied, her eyes downcast.


Neloth sighed. "Do you think you'll be doing this again? At the next alignment?"

Selune shrugged. "I... highly doubt it," she said, "but I suppose I would be remiss if I didn't at least experiment with this enchantment."

"Good, then, that you'll have no shortage of opportunities to... refill." Selune rolled her eyes as Neloth gestured her to stand.

 

"I... I know that was intense for you. You may put your robe on," Neloth said in an uncharacteristic show of compassion. Through everything he did to her, she still had respect for her. That was reason she hadn't already left after so many failures. She trusted him to keep trying, and despite parading her around like a trophy in front of entire cities, he cared about her. In a twisted sort of way, anyway.

 

"I absolutely would," Selune said, "except it seems to have absorbed gods-know-what kind of scum from the mineral pond. I'd rather walk back to camp naked and fetch my spare than wear that disgusting thing."

 

Neloth couldn't quite hide a grin of approval.