Chapter 2

Sontaire grabbed the Daedric Prince's hand with no sign of hesitation, her eyes quickly filling with lust. She led – no – dragged the armoured individual to her bedchamber, and the Monarch of Madness was quick to notice a set of shackles and chains attached to the storekeeper's bed. She placed a hand on his chest, undoing the straps that held his pristine Madness Armour in place, allowing it to fall to the floor with a loud clang. She made quick work of her to-be lover's ornate shell until he stood in front of her, wearing only a pair of brown trousers.

She stared at his body, more beautiful than she ever could have imagined. The Madgod was incredibly lean, and more muscular than any man she had been with, though that came as no surprise. What else would one expect from a god? She guided him to a nearby chair, seating him on it and peeling off her own dress. She slid the regalia off of her shoulders and it fell to the ground, pooling at her feet, leaving her in her undergarments – A thin pair of panties and a white bra. She undid the bra hurriedly, teasing the Daedra with brief glimpses of her exposed breasts, before tossing it to the side. She squeezed her breasts together, further accentuating their impressive size, her nipples already erect. She pulled her panties down slowly, sliding them down her thighs, stepping out of them as they reached her feet. She stood before the ruler of the Shivering Isles, in all of her glory, watching as he admired her body. She spun around slowly, allowing him a view of her rounded ass.

"Do you like what you see, my Lord?" She purred, her arousal growing.

"More than you'd believe..." replied Sheogorath, studying her from top to bottom.

She approached the seated god slowly, placing a finger to his lips.

"Well, I think you'll like this even more."

She dropped to her knees and undid the drawstring on his trousers, a very visible bulge only serving to excite her further. She peeled his pants down slowly, watching as his cock was unsheathed, inch by inch. She yelped in surprise when she felt something slap her in the face, the Madgod's member springing out of his trousers. She regained her composure and admired his manhood. It was bigger than any she had ever seen, or ever had. She briefly wondered how she would manage to fit him inside of her but resolved to try.

She looked up, meeting his gaze before sliding a tongue up his long shaft, reaching his head and taking it into her mouth, causing the Madgod to gasp loudly at the sensation. She continued to lick around the head of his cock, sucking it. She brought her head down slowly, taking more of him into her mouth, his groans of pleasure encouraging the girl. She twirled her tongue around his shaft masterfully as his head became lost in her throat. She was no more than halfway down his cock when she began to gag on the long extremity, eliciting louder moans from him. There was doubt in her mind that he was going to finish soon, and she was going to make sure to swallow every drop he gave her.

The Madgod placed a hand on the back of Sontaire's head, forcing her down on his member, making her take as much as she could manage. The pleasure was unlike anything he had ever felt, and she felt his cock twitch as his orgasm approached, his groans growing in volume. She reared her head back, removing his manhood from her throat, taking a deep breath and preparing to finish him for what she hoped to be the first time of many. She took him back into her mouth and forced herself down, taking in inch after inch as more of his cock disappeared into her throat. He moaned and groaned, feeling his climax approaching. She continued to gag and choke on him, forcing her way down to the base of his member, hearing him praise her.

"That's it, that's it!" He gasped, the pleasure unlike anything he had experienced, "Just... a little bit... longer..."

She knew that she had him and wasted no time. She began to hum, the vibrations from her throat sending a wave of pure pleasure down his cock. He cried out at the feeling and his head reared back as thick streams of cum shot down Sontaire's throat, filling her stomach. She stayed there, gagging and choking and humming, grabbing the Daedra's balls and draining him as he moaned above her.

"S-Sontaire, please..."

She slowly took herself off of his cock, feeling him leave her mouth as she released him, placing her breasts around his shaft and stroking him lightly, up and down.

"I take it you enjoyed that, my Lord?"

His groans were ragged as he tried to regain his breath. He adjusted himself in his seat, positioning himself so he could look straight into Sontaire's eyes as she rubbed her breasts over his large erection.

"Tell me, was Syl lucky enough to have been pierced by this, or am I going to be the first woman you split with this monster?"

Sheogorath shook his head. "Syl never had the chance, but you won't be the first, if that's what you're asking."

She shrugged off his answer. "I don't need to be the first. I only need to be the best."

"Then get on the bed, Sontaire. Let's finish this."