Colovian Highlands

Cyrodiil

4E02

I blinked, the shock of what I had just heard settling over me. "What?" I responded. A slow rumbling wave of excitement began to build up inside my chest, this had to be too good to be true. Every man I knew would give anything to be in my shoes right now. I stared back up at the hulking marble figure that towered above me, carved with meticulous craftsmanship into the likeness of Sanguine, daedric prince of debauchery, as I waited for his response.

"You heard me, mortal. Do you not find this task exciting enough?" Sanguine's voice echoed around me, seemingly out of thin air, an edge of slyness highlighting every syllable.

"No, my lord. On the contrary, I'm surprised that you saw fit to give me such an ambitious task. It's quite...extraordinary." I shivered, the reality of my quest settling in...this was going to be fun. I couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Well of course!" Sanguine boomed, sounding amused "You see, the last time I gave a mortal a quest, I didn't feel as if it was quite...tantalizing enough. I had the poor sod go to Leyawiin, to crash the countess's dinner party. I had given her a unique spell that she was to cast upon the party, a spell that caused everyone in the room to become naked. It was great fun watching the royal dinner party run around like idiots. Women attempting to cover their breasts, the men trying not to stare. But let's face it, men are men. Some of them just couldn't keep their eyes away or their members limp...if you know what I mean. And of course to top it off, my 'champion' had to run halfway across the country back to my shrine without a scrap of clothing to cover her...she was an attractive one, she was. Surprisingly firm breasts, if I do say so.

But as fun as it was, I was a bit disappointed by my lack of vision. I'm a daedric prince for crying out loud, I can do better. And I will do better. Don't misunderstand, I do quite enjoy flashy shows, but I wanted to create a new quest that was more meaningful and gave greater insight into the world of seduction. And that, my friend, is why I've given you this mighty task. Not only is it ambitious, but it should be quite enjoyable for you, shouldn't it?"

"Indeed my lord. Is there anything else I should know?" I asked. I was already eager to be off on my journey, my trousers were already starting to feel a bit more snug as I grew in anticipation.

"Not particularly. Just do what I told you to. I may add more to your tasks in the future, but for now just focus on your task, you're to sleep with one woman of each race. But there's more to it than just the sex. Pay attention to how they feel, how each race's method of lovemaking is different from the next, how the curves and contours of their bodies complement their race and their abilities. Pick up on the subtleties. Is a bosmer easier to embrace due to her small frame, or does the natural litheness of her stealth abilities cause her to elude you as she moves about your body? Does a khajiit's natural skills as an acrobat enable her to be flexible enough to enjoy positions that you wouldn't be able to with a nord? Will a redguard's natural warrior-like tendencies make her a bit more rough in bed than an altmer would be? How long can each race last before orgasm? Does this have anything to do with their endurance skills? Do any races use magicka during sex? Are there any sexual practices unique to a particular race?

"This is what I want you to focus on. Yes, your task is to sleep with one woman of every race, but the true focus isn't just a fun night in bed, the true focus is learning the nuances between women. Figuring out how to please different women in different ways. Your goal, my friend, is to become a scholar of sex."

"I'll do it gladly!" I said, grinning widely

"Oh, I don't doubt it. Very few men would groan at the thought of having sex with ten women. However, I do have two suggestions for you before you go." Sanguine said, the level of amusement in his voice rising.

"Yes?"

"If you get the chance, you should take your adventures to Morrowind. In particular, to the island of Vvardenfell. On the southern edge of the island lies a delightful Hlaalu town called Suran. There's a rather scrumptious tavern there that you might find both enjoyable and useful in your travels. The tavern is quite familiar with me and my ways, and most of it's residents are Sanguine worshippers themselves."

"I'll be sure to try and visit" I said with a smile, turning to leave.

"I'm not done, mortal!" I stopped and turned back to face Sanguine's shrine. "I'm leaving the majority of the decision making up to you, so this is merely a suggestion, but I would highly recommend you to go see Liana Vientia and have her as your Imperial partner."

"Why?"

"She has experience with me and my ways. I guess you could say that she's quite an adept worshipper of mine. Even went all the way to Leyawiin to crash a dinner party and streaked her way across the country just because I asked her to."

My jaw dropped open in astonishment. "You want me to sleep with your previous champion?"

Sanguine chuckled. "Well, you certainly don't have to. It's just a suggestion. But may I remind you that she is quite beautiful, young, and had no problem with exposing herself to an entire city. She actually quite enjoyed it. Naughty, she is. You can find her in the Imperial City. She works as an apprentice clothier in the market district, which I find rather ironic. If you can't find her there, she also sometimes visits the waterfront or bathes on the inner shores of Lake Rumare."

"I'll have to give her a visit then" I replied with a wolfish grin.

"Good! Then you are ready, my friend. And take your offering with you, I have no need of it, and you may be able to find a better use of it in your travels."

I nodded, stepping forward and grabbing the bottle of cyrodiilic brandy I had placed as an offering on the marble slab earlier, and slipped it into my bag.

"Good luck." Sanguine offered.

"Thank you." I said turning and making to leave.

I made it halfway across the camp when I heard a voice behind me. "Lucky bastard!"

I turned to find Engorm, the bosmer priest of Sanguine's shrine smirking at me.

I laughed, "How so?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Ten women? That's just damn lucky if you ask me. I'm the priest, and all I get are these two!" he gestured across the camp to two women, the only other worshippers that lived at the shrine. One was a bosmer, the other a khajiit. They were both stark naked, the khajiit fondling the bosmer's breasts while the bosmer ran her fingers between her legs enjoying a slow but steadily paced masturbation. The bosmer moaned heavily as the khajiit abandoned the bosmer's breasts, and instead lowered her head to lie between the bosmer's legs, lapping up the juices she found there.

"I dunno," I said, slapping the priest on the shoulder "They look pretty fun to me. But you're right, I'm damn lucky." I turned and began to make my hurried way out of the camp. "Enjoy you're women, I'm off to enjoy mine!"

Author's note:

Keep in mind, I write this when I get horny, so the length of the chapters is all gonna depend on how long I can last before having to break down and go masturbate. Also, the plot isn't going to be the strongest thing ever, again, I write when I'm hard, so I'm gonna be more focused on the sexual side of the story more so than the plot.

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