A gutsy official
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2nd of Frostfall, Relenthil,
Summerset Isle, Aldmeri Dominion, 4E 202.
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Imperial and Thalmor officials applauded after a high elven juggler bowed and finished her performance. The Relenthil stone amphitheater was packed with men and mer enjoying themselves, being entertained by Summerset's most prolific troupe – The House of Reveries. Among those sitting on the topmost bleachers were Verandis and former ambassador Elenwen.
"You're making it look like as though we're a couple. This is just a business outing." Verandis said as he pulled his arm away from her hand.
"Worried that your Nord girlfriend would get jealous, hmmm?" Elenwen said, still insisting on taking his hand which he eventually let her.
His brows furrowed as he turned to her. "I'm not seeing anyone."
"Oh, sure. You visiting Morrowind frequently is just for you doing errands for house Telvanni and not seeing this Skaal woman." she said with sarcasm.
"Gods damnit she's just a friend. Besides, that was just a one-time thing."
"You don't fancy High Elven women? Why?" she said and then began to stroke his shoulder.
"Well, let me just say I don't fancy you in particular."
"Aww. You will eat your words later, darling."
He turned his eyes away from her back to the stage. "You've cheated on your numerous husbands, killed thousands of people, committed war crimes, and tortured thousands…"
"Oh please! You are no different from me, Verandis. You've done much worse."
"Gods damn it, Elenwen. Can you shut up for the whole remainder of the viewing and let's talk in the afterparty, please? I want to watch my show. Grand Maestro Dreamer is about to perform."
"I will if you let me lay my head on your shoulder."
Verandis's eyes rolled in annoyance but let her do so.
The final performance was the re-enactment of the execution of Ulfric Stormcloak and Galmar Stonefist at the hands of General Tullius, Legate Rikke, and Verandis himself. The information the Legion released to the public with regards to the execution was fully fabricated, stating that the Dragonborn let Tullius execute him by beheading. In fact, Tullius, Rikke, and Galerion tortured and violated the men while they had a threesome inside the palace of the kings using the latter's severed limbs and flayed skin as sex toys.
"I bet he didn't die like that." Commented Elenwen, watching the troupe portray the beheading.
"What did I just say?"
"Alright, alright. Grumpy ole mage, you." She said laughingly then playfully pinched him on the cheek.
After the show, they went to the afterparty at Cloudrest city hotel, just north of Relenthil, the most expensive hotel in Tamriel. The guests were treated with food, more live performers and expensive drinks. Verandis and Elenwen enjoyed themselves and got drunk by midnight.
Elenwen's drunken state had put her in the mood to want a fun night with Verandis. She knew him well and is her friend for a long time. Now, she knew about his weird fetish towards female abdomens and borborygmus but Verandis was oblivious to this. She opened up to him about her kink as a masochist before but never the other way around, she knew about it ast year when she interrogated the Dark Brotherhood leader, Astrid.
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Verandis took off his robes and pants. He jumped into bed wearing only his loincloth. Cloudrest fabric contacted with his bare skin making him feel warm and relaxed. As the elf was about to drift off to sleep, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Verandis? Please. I need help." Elenwen said.
He immediately got up and went to open the door. "Goodness. What's wrong?"
Elenwen appeared before him wincing and holding her stomach. She was still wearing her Thalmor robes but her gloves and boots were off, revealing her black polished nails. Her long hair untied, bangs covering half of her face. "I need a healer. My stomach's not feeling good."
She was acting, but he fell for it and now he was excited. Elenwen thought it was funny that his entire demeanor changed from constantly annoyed and dismissive to very eager and soft-spoken.
"Of course. I'm a healer. I got you." He helped her to get inside and take off her robe, leaving her with her tight pants and undershirt. The outline of her bra was traceable. "Lay down. I'll get to you in a moment." he said as he went to put on his pants. In fact, he wanted to put on his pants because his erection would be visible if he just wore his loincloth.
She laid down. Both hands pressing on her abdomen while she was wincing and occasionally moaning. Elenwen wanted to act convincingly all the while making herself look compromised and vulnerable, make him give in before she can spring her trap.
He sat down on the side of the bed eyes fixated on her stomach. "So, where does it hurt?" he asked. His heart was pounding at the thought of seeing Elenwen's exposed abdomen for the first time. He was not attracted to her, despite her being a beautiful elf in her own right, but he was curious about what her midriff looked.
"Here." Elenwen reached for his right hand and slid it under her shirt. She guided his hand on her upper left abdomen.
He was disappointed that she didn't lift her shirt, but he was able to feel her stomach nonetheless. It was warm, smooth, and soft. Softer than most stomachs he tormented before. Verandis took a moment to press on it a little and felt that her stomach was full. His shaft began to throb.
"Do you mind rolling your shirt up?" he asked.
"You do it."
Verandis can't believe he will be enacting his sick fantasies on a high ranking Thalmor official. His johnson began to rise as he slowly began to lift her shirt up with both hands revealing the yellowish skin, round deep navel, and untoned definition of her slim but soft middle. He can't help himself so he put a hand on it and pressed deep. Her stomach was so soft and full that I let out a bubbly gurgle as his hand sunk.
She winced and held her middle placing both hands on top of his. Elenwen actually felt that. "Ouch. Not too hard, please. Remember, I just got done eating." She figured it would turn him on bringing up topics about food she just ate. "My dinner might make a come back and decorate your bed. Haha."
Verandis was getting turned on. Sweat starting to pour from his forehead. "I… uh… there must be a bucket here somewhere."
She continued teasing him. "… especially when my stomach's really soft. I'm not the athletic type, you see. I never liked doing sit-ups or leg raises." He chuckled before going back to her acting. "Ooow." Letting out a long moan of fake agony.
With his hand still pressed on her she kicked it up a notch by slowly and softly caressing his hand with her polished fingernail which he didn't mind at all since he was so focused on her stomach watching it inflate and deflate as she breathed.
"Okay. So, when did you start feeling this pain?"
She sighed. "Just now, when I was about retire to my slumber."
He patted on her solar plexus, agitating the contents of her stomach.
"Ugh… it's so watery." She commented.
"What did you eat or drink prior to experiencing this?"
She looked down. Her shirt is pulled up, stomach is fully relaxed, and his hand is making sloshing sounds out of her dinner. She was enjoying this, as well: it felt to her like a massage. "Most of the stuff they served downstairs: Summerset 55, leeks, an apple pie, and some bewitched sugar skulls."
"Summerset 55? That's stronger than Dunmeri sujamma or Black Briar reserve." He made her stomach splash even more. "Sounds like you drank more than you ate."
'Way to point out the obvious, Investigator vale.' She thought. By now, the pushing of her stomach was really starting to hurt and make her a little nauseous. She had to make him tone it down before he gets carried away. "Ouch. Careful, please. Do you want me to throw up? What kind of a healer are you?"
Verandis made something up to justify himself. "Actually, it is beneficial for one to throw up, especially when…"
Elenwen pushed his hand away. "Skeever dung! Stop it. You have a stomach fetish, I know it. I exposed you."
"What do you mean?"
He tried to advance to her, but she lifted her legs up and extended her feet to keep him at bay. "How you were probing my stomach and leaning your head closer trying to listen."
"What are you talking about? I don't have that fetish."
She motioned her head to his crotch whilst smiling. Verandis looked down and could see his erection bulging. "Gods damnit!"
"You might want to clean that cum stain, as well. It penetrated through your pants." She said and threw him a pillow.
He sighed, caught the pillow and started to clean his crotch line. "Why are you doing this to me, Elenwen?"
"I know all about your sick fetish." She pushed her shirt down, covering her middle. "Sorry. I want you to look at me in the eyes as I speak to you this time." She stood on the side of the bed while Verandis stood from a short distance. "I had my information from your last year's victim – remember Astrid?"
He put his palm on his face. "That double crossing little…"
"Very brutal, what you've done to her." She crossed her legs as she spoke. "Ripping out her intestines? Literally squeezing her guts until she threw up everything she ate?"
Verandis put his head down and toyed with his beard while nibbling on his locks.
"Yet, you rip on me for 'torturing people'?" she spread her hands. "Quite hypocritical for a mage of high standard, don't you think?"
"But I let her live and she left that shack safe and unscathed…"
She put her palm up. "We've been business partners, friends, and almost fuck buddies awhile ago." she stood up and lifted his chin. "It drives me crazy, I and so many royal high elven lasses have thrown ourselves at you, yet you keep rejecting every single one. Only when you were in Skyrim did you finally start seeing women." She paused. "Why? I opened up my weird kink to you. Yes, said I like being dominated, but not once did you open yours to me." She placed her hand on her hips. "Well? Answer me!"
He pursed his lip. "I just thought I would be shamed for having this weird fetish considering how High Elven culture is. Especially when nobilities and public figures are concerned. I just respect our traditions so much. What I desire is taboo I had to hide it to protect my fellow elves from my sick fantasies."
"So, you resorted to tormenting Nords?"
"Before I went to Skyrim, I first did it to animals and daedra."
"By Auri-el! That's even worse." She grabbed the mage by the shoulders and shook him. "Listen. I was just crazy that you gave Astrid and that Stormcloak woman a chance at your cock, but not once did you give me a shot."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"That's up to you: you can leave right now and go back to your sweethearts in Skyrim or fulfill your sicko desires in a fair trade with me." She gently grabbed his hand and slid it under her shirt. Verandis immediately got aroused and started to feel her up, her hand guiding his. She leaned close and whispered to his ear. "Feel that? So soft, so smooth, so weak, and most importantly… so full. Full of food waiting to make a comeback by your hands." She said seductively.
"Oh my. I'm getting a hard on."
She grabbed a hold of his bulging crotch. "Do you want my stomach to be your pillow for tonight? Let you listen to it while I stroke your head?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to torture my stomach until… I throw up everything I had for dinner?"
"Oh, yes. Please."
She stepped back then sat down on the bed. "Then you have to fulfil my fantasies first."
"Alright, Elenwen."
She smiled. "Good. Sometimes you have to be the bottom bitch, once in a while." Elenwen slid her butt back and beckoned him to come close with her finger. He approached then she lifted her legs up, pointing her right foot to his mouth.
Verandis grabbed her foot and shoved her toes into his mouth running his tongue all over them. Her feet were clean, as she is a very hygienic mer. He could taste a little saltiness from the sweat, and a hint of bitterness from her black nail polish. The sucking went on for 2 minutes on each foot until Elenwen told him to stop.
"Now, I've heard that you're no longer a Virgin. Thanks to that Stormcloak woman."
He didn't respond but instead spat on the floor to clean up his mouth.
"Now, I want you to do to me everything that nord woman taught you." She winked. "Ravage me with your cock, darling." She glanced at his crotch. She didn't like what she saw and suddenly the mood was down. "Oh, no. You, weak limp dick skeever!"
"I'm so sorry. I will still do my best to pleasure you."
Verandis started by levitating her and taking off her clothes through telekinesis. He then slammed her on the bed and mounted her.
And so, Verandis Galerion pressed on despite having a limp dick. His hormones were not releasing, but he treated the intercourse, not something to be pleasured, but something like an athletic endeavor. He needed to do it so Elenwen would fully fulfil her part of the bargain. For an hour, Verandis tried his best to pleasure her from stiffening his tongue and driving it into her pink cunt to using his wet fingers instead of his tongue while "eating her out" under a blanket. When he used his pork sword, he would straighten his limp dick with a telekinesis spell before ramming it in, occasionally he would miss and his soft dick gets squashed by her butt cheeks or the side of her pelvis when she was in all fours or in a split position, respectively. This would hurt his johnson, but he still manned up and pressed on. This went on until Elenwen came and came then got bored when Galerion wouldn't stop.
Unfortunately, Verandis was too tired and fell asleep from fatigue. He was not able to enact his fantasy on her that night. Elenwen actually felt sorry for him and wanted to give him what they agreed upon.
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Morning arrived. It was 9:00. Verandis rubbed his eyes and immediately got sad and upset from last night. He casted a healing spell on himself to cure his hangover, after that he looked around for his garments that were on the floor. The bed sheets were wet with Elenwen's cum and Verandis's sweat. He let out a sigh before putting on his loincloth.
Suddenly, the door swung open. He turned and saw Elenwen in her Thalmor getup with her hair neatly done and she had makeup on. She was also holding a bottle of Witchmother's Potent Brew.
"You're leaving, huh?" he said coldly while fastening his loincloth.
She smirked and opened the bottle. "No. I just attended breakfast with the Vicereeve. I just thought it would be formal to don my official attire." She took a drink. "Ahh. That's refreshing. Nothing better than a drink to wash off a…" she patted her stomach. "…heavy breakfast."
Verandis was about to put his Sapiarch robe on, but stopped half way. "Elenwen… you…"
She placed the bottle on an end table nearby and closed the door. She took off her robe, gloves and boots leaving her only with a black shirt and black pants. "Yes, you heard me. I just had a heavy meal." Elenwen's gaze at him with a sultry look. "As in, I just finished breakfast... or at least will be done after finishing this bottle." She took the bottle and drank another sip. "Do you want hear my stomach while I drink this?"
He just nodded.
"Good." Elenwen lifted her shirt up, exposing her slim but slightly bloated stomach. Verandis got on his knees, grabbed her by the butt and pressed his ear on her. Her other hand held his head and pushed it deeper. Immediately, his ear was greeted with watery rumbles. "You hear anything?"
"Yeah. It's so noisy in there.
"Get ready for this." She took a deep breath before chugging half of the bottle in one go.
It was music to his ears: with every gulp, he could hear the fizzy concoction land into her stomach. "Wow! Damn. I have a massive hardon right now."
She let out a burp, he heard her stomach made a gurgle sound in unison to it.
"Can I listen to it while you're lying down?"
"Of course." She placed 2 pillows near the headrest, laid down, and lifted her shirt up. "Come listen to your soft warm pillow, baby." She said seductively.
He wasted no time and laid his right ear on her upper left region. At first, he heard bubbles, then the fizzy sounds just after she gulped.
"Oof. I don't think I can finish the rest of it." She said, putting the bottle down.
He lifted his head off of her and looked at her with a maniacal grin. "Let me make room for it." Suddenly, Verandis punched her right in her middle abdomen.
"Argh!" She let out a loud agonizing grunt and instinctively jackknifed, put both arms on her middle, but his fist was still buried in her. In her entire life, she never felt a stomach pain like this before. Because her stomach was so soft and relaxed, his fist went in really deep, literally squeezing her unprotected digestive organs, worst thing was, the stomach and intestines were full of food.
He felt her intestines move and could hear and feel the rumble within. He pushed deeper. Immediately after, she vomited.
"Bleurgh!" was the sound coming from her as chunky green white viscous liquid erupted from her mouth for a few seconds. When she was done, she panted. "By the eight." She moaned. "You sick bastard."
He let go of her stomach. Immediately, Elenwen got in a fetal position holding it. "By Auri-el. It hurts so much." She then retched, but nothing came out – she was now struggling to keep her food in.
He forcefully pulled her arms off her middle and made her lay on her back. She was shaking from her still painful abdomen. "Now, I want to listen to you puke."
"Fucking weirdo." She mumbled. Suddenly, he punched her again, this time in the solar plexus. "Arrgh!" she cried in agony. Again, she clutched her middle, but he forced her arms off and laid his head on her.
He heard bubbling sounds as her stomach lurched and prepared for another ejection.
"Bleurgh!" exclaimed Elenwen. More of her greenish white puke that used to be her breakfast came spilling out of her mouth.
He heard loud watery rumbles as her breakfast was ejected up. Suddenly, he felt warm fluid coming into contact with his head – her puke ran from her mouth onto her chest then onto him. He inhaled and could make out the scent of gorapples and the aroma of summerset 55 wine. "Oh, wow!"
"Bastard!" She said then coughed before wiping herself with a nearby blanket.
Verandis got up and looked around the bed and the floor: there was so much puke. The scent was strong. He leaned closer to study the puddle of vomit next to her before picking the heap up with his hands.
"Oh, my goodness! You disgusting weirdo!" she said.
He studied it: there were traces of undigested cake, bread, thin fish bones, leeks, tiny amounts of chocolate, and green leaves. "Hmm. Fish pie, onion leek soup, cake, sweetroll, and a piece of chocolate bar… and summerset 55." He winked.
She was now sitting on the side of the bed. One hand clutching her aching stomach the other wiping her mouth. "No. Marzipan, cod and potato crust, venison broth, candied canis root, and Valenwood vegetable shake… you only got the wine right." She winced at the pain. "Oh, gods!" she burped then suppressed a gag reflex.
"Hey, how about you finish off that brew." He pointed at the bottle.
She groaned. "My stomach hurts so much already. I might need to go to a master healer after this." She then began to get teary. "It hurts so much."
He couldn't believe his eyes at what he was witnessing. "The mighty and brash Elenwen, crying from pain after two punches to the stomach."
She wiped a tear, and slowly turned to him. "First of all, you punched me after a heavy meal." She pointed at the remnants of her supposed breakfast. "My insides can only hold so much, yet I still ate that much and let you punch me in there, by the way could've killed me had my organs exploded inside, just so I can fulfil your sick disgusting… whatever it is!" she flung her right arm out as a gesture of annoyance before holding her middle again.
"Come on. Let me heal you." He approached her, slid his hand under her arms so he can grab her middle. "Breathe in."
She reluctantly did so.
"Your organs got forcefully stretched after getting punched." He said while running his hand around her abs, casting the spell. "I apologize for that."
"That actually feels a lot better." she said and exhaled in relief.
"Will you finish off that drink now and let me finish in your mouth?"
Her brows furrowed. "What are you planning to do to me?"
"Inner visuals." He winked. "An Alteration spell."
"Give me time to rest first."
He smiled. "On my word, Emissary."
She laid on her back and closed her eyes. Despite the healing, she still felt nauseous and in pain.
"May I listen to your stomach again, please?"
She sighed, opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "As long as you don't hurt me while you do."
"Of course, emissary."
Elenwen rolled up her shirt up, exposing her badly beaten abs. There were two red marks: one on her middle and another on her solar plexus. "Your pillow is ready."
He rested his head on it. He observed that the sounds her queasy organs made were mostly bubbly sounds as opposed to mostly watery ones before. Her abdomen felt so soft and warm. "It's so soft and noisy."
She put both hands on his head and starts stroking his hear and cheeks. "That's what's left of my breakfast. Don't get to excited too much and start punching it." Suddenly, a wave of sick came and her belly let out a rumble, even she could hear it. "Urgh. I don't feel so good."
"Maybe some Witchmother's brew will make you feel better." he pointed at the half empty bottle she left on the floor.
"Make me feel better or make your penis throb while you listen to me drink this?" she asked before picking it up.
"Bloody hell. You know what's up. Just drink all of it."
"All of it!?"
"Hey. It's my turn to have fun."
"Fine." She took a deep breath and prepared to down the rest of the bottle. "Ready?"
He lifted his right ear, turned, and rested his left ear instead - that way, he can see her face behind her supple bosom. She can see him smiling at her. "Drink."
Swooshing sounds can be heard as soon as the drink landed in her stomach followed fizzing then gurgling. This went on until she consumed the entire bottle. "Phew!" she breathed in relief before following up with a burp. "Excuse me."
He listened to her stomach sounds while she stroked and massaged his head. This went on for 15 minutes. Within that time, Verandis's hormones kept raging and raging. Now, he wanted to finish on her. "Alright, I will now cast a spell on you. This is the final act." he said, lifting his head off the emissary's soft warm belly. His forehead sweating and his pupils dilated.
"Uh... are you okay, sweetie?" she asked. Her brows furrowed.
Verandis said nothing and casted the spell. When the spell took effect, her internal organs were exposed to him. Her abdominal wall and great omentum the layer fat that protects the organs from shock phased out.
"By the gods! What is this? What have you done to me?" She looked down and was horrified at what she saw: Elenwen's intestines were yellowish, her stomach was white and her liver was brown.
"This is only temporary. You will be fine afterwards." He was astonished and horny at what he saw and can observe and hear the potent brew swirling in the pear-shaped organ. Again, he couldn't help himself. "Let me relieve you of your burden." He sat up and started to kneed her exposed organs, feeling her intestinal movement with his hands.
"Stop! please! it hurts so much!" Elenwen said beggingly her innards were being tormented. Suddenly, she was silenced when the mage squeezed her stomach, the organ itself. She let out a burp before a stream of her stomach contents was forcefully squeezed out, spilling out of her mouth to the side of the bed and onto the marble floor. He held on to the organ even when it was deflated.
"Look at all that, Elenwen." he marveled at the amount of puke she just let out. He noticed, her intestines were still inflated. "Hmm. Let me squeeze out your gut contents." He let go of her stomach and squeezed her small intestines.
Elenwen was just coughing, retching, and dry heaving. "This is torture!" she puked some more. "This is hell!"
"You still have some left inside. Let me squeeze them out. Feel what Astrid's suffered!" the crazed mage started kneading and squeezing her small intestines really hard. Her guts would let out loud rumbling noises from the rush of chyme being swirled around.
Elenwen would react by dry heaving and retching, but nothing would come out.
As he was kneading, he could feel her chyme making their way to her stomach. Verandis's cock throbbed so much. "Gods! I can't take it anymore!" he went near face and whipped out his cock. Elenwen was retching hard but was silenced when he shoved his fully erect cock into her mouth. He reached her pear-shaped stomach with his left hand and pulled it out and squeezed. "Gulk!" she exclaimed then puked a steady torrent of her stomach and intestinal contents or chyme all the while his cum was going counterflow. He climaxed so hard at the stimulation from her mouth and vomit stream all the while squeezing the organ. The spell faded. Her guts magically snaked themselves back into their proper place and her soft yellowish abdomen phased back.
"Thank you... Elenwen." Panting, exhausted, yet satisfied, Verandis let out a smile before passing out.
The emissary was crying, holding her stomach tight with both hands while occasionally throwing up. With nothing left in her, she began to throw up stomach juices.
After a few minutes, she recovered enough to get back on her feet and saw the elf was sleeping happily on the floor. Elenwen's plan had worked. She let out a devious grin and hastily went to her satchel and produced a test tube vial. She went to him and noticed that his penis still had remnants of his semen. Gently, she sucked on his cock and spat out his seed into the vial. The emissary looked at herself in the mirror – she was covered in vomit and a trace of cumshot is visible on her face. That didn't matter to her about the embarrassing events that took place, she was successful in her mission of acquiring the Dragonborn's seed. That way, the Thalmor can clone him and build an army of Dragonborns that would do their biddings.
She went over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow." She said and winked before going to the shower.
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To be continued.
