Chapter 10: Boadicea
A/N: Shorter chapter than normal, it was difficult to pen because intimate scenes give me a brain ache. Please don't hate me for this. Sexual content warning. Skip down a few paragraphs if you want, I wouldn't blame you.
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Stendarr lift her against the limestone mottling of the giant bath. Water flowed everywhere around them in strawberry scents. Crystalline and white with pristine silver-tapped faucets cascading liquid in, steam and bubbles arising everywhere, clouding them in a foggy tub.
Dibella tightened her legs around her new partner as he slowly slid himself inside her. She could feel his pulsing veins glide along her inner walls, towards her center, gripping to her innards. She moaned into his neck as he drove in and out of her, the water sloshing over them from above. He throbbed and knotted within her as she clung onto him. Dibella looked into Stendarr's dark almond-toned eyes, kissing him, closing her eyes and lashing her tongue with his, locking her arms around his thick neck. Her eyelashes brushed him as she let her tongue tangle into his mouth, tying with his. The bump and grooves of his massive back muscles felt like ecstasy against her touch. She let her hand slip to squeeze his tight glutes.
I want all of him. Her hand painted across his strong thighs and lower abs.
"You're not allowed to stop until I say so," she breathed into his ear as he pushed deeper into her, nailing her to the wall. "Stendarr!" She wailed at that, cupping a hand over his shorthaired scalp as he nibbled on her throat, massaging a calloused palm on her breast, rotating the nipple around his thumb.
Dibella was having trouble keeping her eyes straight. He's so good. She hazed, biting her lip, letting her fingernails dig into his back.
"Yes," she moaned unapologetically. "There's a good boy."
"Nobody but I can pleasure you like this." Stendarr took her areola into his mouth, slightly sucking on it. The hairs of his thick beard scratched the underside, which only increased her pleasure.
"Haha, I beg to differ," she gasped, swindling a hand over his crown. "Maybe," she groaned in joy, thrusting back at him, "we should invite Reymon and Sanguine, and you three can compete to see who does the best?"
Stendarr grunted, clasping her backside and pressing harder into her, just as she both wanted and expected.
So simpleminded and gullible.
Dibella gyrated on him, planting herself firmly and deeper as he probed more into her. She smiled when he quaked against her, throttling the entirety of his item inside her as she let out a satisfied yelp. "Keep it there!" She pulled his forehead against hers. "Don't move." She teased a few fingers against his thin lips. Sitting in her bliss, savouring the delicious waves of delight that rippled throughout her being. She was, for a brief moment, truly and utterly joyful. It didn't hurt that Stendarr was quite "gifted".
Now it was Stendarr's turn to salivate as she bucked up and down over his prickly manhood. Abstinence, what a joke. He plunged his whole body against hers, the hairs on his chest and stomach spiking against her abs and breasts. She held his hips as he emptied out inside her. The warmth of his seed eliciting shivers in them both.
"You can't get pregnant, right?" He asked stupidly.
"Nope." Dibella closed her eyes, licking her lips and smiling so wide at the feeling of him deep inside her. She seized his mouth once more with her own, conveying as much of her gratitude as possible.
Stendarr eventually let go of her, pulling himself out. "I'm spent. We've been at this for an hour and you're still not done?" He in took deep breaths. "I think I'm out of fuel." He gasped.
Dibella cupped his bearded chin. "Never mind, you did well enough. Though normally, I prefer being the one in control."
He kissed her on the cheek. "I'll say that was the best sex I've ever had. Although," he breathed liberally, "you're probably the horniest girl I've ever been with, and the hardest one to please too. You're like a female Tiber; sure he isn't your soulmate?" Stendarr chuckled with a pointed look.
Bite off more than you could chew?
"See, us women with experience know how to keep a man happy." Dibella squeezed his muscles. "You should shave all this body hair. Smooth skinned is always better for men. Most women prefer that."
"No way, I'm not emasculating myself like that," Stendarr ruffed. "You've got some light bits on your forearms too, and let's not forget that little trimmed arrow you know where..."
"Ugh, fine. Yours is just so copious and unappealing. Even Tiber was hairless." Dibella positioned herself on the pool ledge. "Let's wash up and get out."
After they finished their escapade and changed, Dibella began meditating to herself when Stendarr left to go speak to Tsun about something. She cleared her mind, imagining two bars pushing all the intrusive thoughts out, and focused on her breaths as they entered, holding them, and slowly exhaling.
An unfamiliar boyish intonation rang inside her head once more, my life doesn't matter among millions of others who live, die, and repeat the cycle in order to keep making more people who fill those ordained roles of society until eventually it collapses or progresses. We procreate so we can go on procreating.
Dibella was shook out of her reverie. "Hello? Who's there?" Upon closer inspection, nothing seemed out of place in her boudoir. Burgundy-velvet curtains, reflecting off the golden fastenings were drawn over the windows and the cozy-carpeted area was pleasantly shady.
Who just spoke inside my head... it wasn't Saadia, it sounded nothing like her. It broadcasted like a boy-child.
Dibella dilated her senses and traced the echo that lingered there, chasing the voice and where it came from... she saw a blurry prison cell, a frail figure, a bit shorter than her, standing in the doorway, black-brown curtains hanging from his or her head. It was very vague and hard to make out like an abstract oil painting.
"Can you help me?" He prayed to her statue in passing as it sat in the corner.
He wants me to unlock his cell door...
Dibella shifted her gaze away from the blurred outline of the adolescent and onto the door. It was already unlocked; the guards of the prison had likely forgotten to seal it. The juvenile delinquent kicked it open and stumbled out. Dibella deepened her connection to him and spoke into his mind; you ask what the point to this cycle of life is, mortal? The point is free will. Free will to choose to be with the gods in everlasting eternity, or not. The link broke and she found herself back inside her body.
That's never happened before. At least not like that. Could that have been the Dragonborn? - It matters not, I am with Stendarr now. He is more sufficient for a partner than an incompetent idiot who gets himself stuck in prison.
She stood up, shaking her head, forcing thoughts of her soulmate from her psyche.
Idiocy is highly unattractive.
Dibella walked over to the dresser and picked up the glass pitcher, pouring herself a tall glass of water. She paused before sipping, clenching her jaw and tightening her eyes. Hold your head high, Dibella, no one can hurt you now. She drank the life-fluid in one gulp, setting it down and casting an air bubble around herself.
Dibella summoned a stone wall, punching it and breaking it in two. Training. That'll help clear my head. Afterwards I'll attend to the prayers, healings, and ministering.
She left her room, gliding down the dim hallways aching for the light of the morning sun. Portraits snoozed on each wall and regal runes and carvings were inscribed on both sides.
Eeriness encroached into the depths of her mind as the shadows waxed and waned. Dibella swallowed, each shade reminding her of Lorkhan. Why does this whole business with Tiber feel like it's going to spiral into disaster? Now that he's finally been exposed after eras of guesswork and fear. It's like we've opened a canister of snakes that not going down without a fight.
But Tiber's always been clever and smart. He conquered all of Tamriel, created the materialistic world - he'll have unforeseen tricks up his sleeve. I'm just scared what those artifices might be... and what vulnerabilities he'll choose to exploit.
At least he's been outed. The Evil One. The very being every child fears but doesn't know what. Deep down, he is the personification of the worst of us; Lorkhan, the Devil. And those Shezarrines of his... Dibella exhaled fruitfully. I cannot imagine a worse fate than being an incarnation of someone, something so vile and wretched. To have little to no free will, following the commands of someone who you'll one day be resorbed into. No afterlife. Nothing. What a curse.
But there hasn't been a Shezarrine since Tiber Septim, if my calculations are correct.
"Dibella."
A fragile, pale-skinned Breton stood in her way. Sibyl Boadicea Jade. A rabbit-faced woman with cascading hair that couldn't decide if it wanted to be brown or black. She had two front buck teeth and big, fidgety ears.
"Yes, Boadicea?" Dibella smiled at her. What now?
The woman fluttered her thick lashes, blushing meekly. "I-I was just wonderin', if you didn't mind course."
"Spit it out." Dibella curled her finger.
"Well, I was told by uhm, Akatosh that you'd be going to Nirn. I was just curious, if you run into my family there - if it wasn't an issue, would it perhaps be possible if you could look after them...?" The lady studied her shoes, swallowing thickly.
Dibella let go of a breath, "no promises but if I run into them, I'll see what I can do."
Dibella made her way into the training gymnasium; slugging a glance at the contents full of mostly punching cotton, manikins for target practice, weapons, a forge, weights for lifting, a pool in the far side, a track around the circumference, ropes to pull on, and more. - She commanded the wood nymphs in the corners to sing a tune for her as she grabbed an array of shurikens. She struck them in quick succession at the dummies situated at the end of the room, each throwing star finding its mark in the center of the stuffed skulls. Dibella picked up a bow and arrow and repeated her feat, the arrows split in half as they landed exactly on the shuriken.
She trained for an hour, or two, or three - she lost track of time once she was in the zone. The punching bag was bruised and the stuffing was oozing out as she landed a roundhouse kick on it, breaking it off the chain and sending it to the floor. She scuffed her fist on her chest, blowing the after burn that emanated from her fingers.
Time to go run, and maybe practice that shout Akatosh taught me.
Dibella did several handstands over to the path, landing on her feet and setting off at an easy pace. She slowly sped up, passing a group of young boys who stopped to fawn over her. Ignoring them, she sprinted down the track, overtaking several other runners.
Here goes nothing. "WULD NAH KEST!"
She was gunning faster than she ever had, clenching her fists as her surroundings warped past her. It felt amazing. She thought of Tiber's slick face and crushing it into pieces, pounding the pavement harder, rounding a bend. Faster, faster, she had to catch him. Rip his eyes from his sockets.
Ahead of her, she summoned a statue in his design, increased her pace rapidly and spun in the air, hurling a bolt of lightning that charred Tiber's whole structure, ending with her fist knocking the fake Tiber's head clean off. Dibella reeled back her paw, consuming a lungful of air through her nose.
I could kill the whole world with this rage. But I'll settle for killing him and anyone who chooses to follow him. Every bone, ligament, tendon, I'll shred them all. The tips of her lips tugged cruelly. He will regret hurting me.
"Hey, Mrs. Dibella!" Cried the teenage boys who had jogged up to her; an Akaviri human, Imperial, and Nede. "That was really cool what you did there?"
"You boys staying out of trouble?" Dibella vanished the rubble and healed her hand with the snap of her finger.
"Yeah, uhm, can we feel your muscles?" One asked shyly.
Dibella's eyes expanded. "Uhh... sure..?" She flexed her bicep.
Well, this is certainly odd.
Each of them poked it or lightly cupped it, giggling and stepping away.
I should go eat, visit the sisters, then see what Akatosh wanted.
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A/N: If you have time, please leave some critique or feedback.
Chapter 10: Boadicea