Ulfric Stormcloak roamed through his palace in Winterhold. The night was young, but he had little to do with himself. Having just won the war and killed General Tullius with his own two hands, Ulfric was bored. Now that he had complete and absolute dominion over Skyrim, he could finally remove the law banning the worship of Talos. However, he was not going to do that yet, because he felt like it was too soon. Of course, many had told him that his entire revolution had been based around liberating Skyrim religiously, but he ignored them in favor of pursuing his sexual fantasies about fucking General Tullis' corpse.
He wandered into his chamber, sighing a deep sigh. His eyes, shining like diamonds, examined the room… and noticed a nude, glowing man seductively laying on his bed. Ulfric gasped, recognizing the figure as Tiber Septim—it was Talos himself. Ulfric stepped closer, knowing why Talos was there. It was time for the fantasies that had plagued his mind since the beginning of his revolt to at last become a reality. Talos stood, his glimmering, muscular body shining in the light of the wall-mounted torch.
Ulfric approached, slipping off his robe to reveal his well-muscled, masculine Nord body. His dick throbbed, and Talos shuddered as he began to become erect. The two stepped closer, as if magnets were within their dicks, attracting them to each other. There seemed to be a brief mental communication, the two wondering who would top first. Talos nodded to Ulfric, giving him silent approval to be the first to penetrate.
"This body… is Skyrim." Ulfric whispered huskily, as Talos turned around and bent over. Then the penetration began.