Jon and Lydia left with J'zargo and Sindgrom mid to late morning. The there wasn't a time crunch for J'zargo and Sindgrom, and Jon and Lydia could keep a superior pace together, even without riding hard. They could simply ride longer, if at a slower pace. Night was not quandary for them with their dragon eyes, so they always had a couple extra hours to make way that most couldn't sustain. 2200 hours was an early camp for them, and that was just to ensure they could have a good stew before still getting plenty of sleep for Augments. If they wanted to quicken, the would simply ride until 0000 hours and eat pan fried fare before sleeping until dawn.
They made their way down the Stretch, until a path from the mountains met the Imperial road still decaying as it was, the traffic beginning to churn the cobblestone and gravel surface. There was no Empire here to maintain them, and the local leaders either didn't have the coin, he was sure Jarl Korir would, or Ulfric didn't care himself. Let the monument to the Empire crumble, and our trade along with it. He probably planned to win the war quick with lighting strikes, but General Tullius vexed him within a month of arriving, apparently, before even reinforcing his positions.
He respected the man, despite trying to take his head. He wondered what the man was thinking about him right now. There were whispers, and now it's fact that will be sung of all across Skyrim, going by that probably charmed bardswoman. How not to get his armies shouted to pieces. How to supply his forces if he's as good as Jon knew and saw he was. Well Jon solved that problem for him, so maybe that would win him some points, he thought. No way the man doesn't connect tribes he's never heard of with an afterlife he's never heard of either.
Jon had to know, "Sindgrom, your thoughts on the Civil War? And be honest."
Sindgrom thought about it a moment, "I think the cause just, but why did he have to use the Thu'um? If the Empire came to Winterhold, I would fight them, but for Winterhold, with Talos on my side. I guess what really matters is your thoughts, Thane. The Thu'um is your prerogative, as Dragonborn."
Jon said, "He abused it. If I can respect a duel with a bard I could kill with my bare hands and not a thought, then he should have been able to respect it for the future of his people. I mean does he even care about that? You saw the road."
Sindgrom nodded, "Jarl Korir doesn't have the coin for it. We sustain, with a bit of coin that comes in from the College. At least there's plenty of fish and Horker, so we don't starve, especially now with the Pemmican using stuff we actually can grow, like snow-berries. That's pretty new, where did it come from? Wait,"
Jon smiled, happy with the deduction he wasn't even really going for. He said, "Yeah, but don't go treating it like some Divine gift. It was selfish on my part. I and the Lady need a lot of food to keep us going. For three men on average. So I give the recipe to a hunter, Bosmer one, hopping I can just get it made reliably. Turns out he had a tome he was working on, and I invested while giving him the recipe for a cut. That's my book deal."
Sindgrom huffed with a smile, "Aye, Thane. Thank you, you've helped a lot of people with that, I'm sure. Guard especially. That's where I first saw it. It started coming with our rations. We ate a lot better after that. Never ate bad, but it's not always the easiest to store food, at least in enough amounts to keep you and your boys fed, especially in a hole."
Jon said, "Always happy to help, guardsman."
Sindgrom nodded, "If, I may Thane. Can I ask what that talk of Sovngarde was? It's been bothering me since I only just overheard it."
Jon said, "You may always ask. I need advisors, not yes men that never force me to think. There's a mist up there. The Worm's doing. Tolfdir said there was cover from it, in a place called Shor's-Cave. Torygg is the High-King apparently. He ran into a guardswoman I saw die, and she was about to take him there before I brought him back."
Sindgrom nodded slowly, while paling even more than we already was. He said, "Is there anything that can be done for those lost souls?"
Jon said, "If there is, we'll do it. I'm not leaving those people behind. Guard I died beside are up there."
There was a crack of lighting, but no where in the distance. It was at the peak of Shor's-Mountain, far above the mist. The occupants of the cave felt it, and their cheer only got louder. Not only did they know for a fact the Dragonborn would come for them, as they got word to him, he had just swore to come for them in the mortal coil, the word delivered by the power of Shor itself. The Mad High-King danced naked on the long-tables well into the night.
Sindgrom nodded with confidence he didn't have before. They had left their horses slightly down the path from the shrine. The statue of the scantly clad Azura in her Dunmer depiction towered above then. Her dress was loose on her body, but hard of stone. She held up her arms outstretched, holding up the dusk and the dawn, guiding them on their path.
Lydia wondered if she could be invited in on the fun, and then they both did after Jon smelled it. He invited a ghost, after all. Why not a Prince that looks as she does. J'zargo snickered, smelling and near divining the conversation as if by word. Of course they would.
Sindgrom did is duties as Housecarl. He had not a sensitive enough nose to detect the underlying conversation, nor would he have cared. When his Thane first said he would be a manservant, he was oath-sworn, but apprehensive. He had no such thoughts now. His Thine also made it clear in the conversation was he was to stayed armed and armored, and that he was muscle. And he felt like it. The Dragonborn and his Lady were walking arm-in-arm while their Battle-Steward kept his watch, trusting him to do so. J'zargo also kept his eye up, and he respected him that much more for it. There would be honor and glory serving his Thane's proper and named house, just in not such a way he was used to. Above all, he took from his conversations that he had to learn to wage war with words, as much as with steel. Just like his Thane, in fact. His eye never left the hills and peaks on the way up.
The Party came within sight of the complex, dug slightly into the mountain, and there was a wide open courtyards, with only one slightly raised platform in the center of it. It was just big enough for five people to converse, Jon noticed. He also noticed the woman's relived smile, a couple tears, the slightly backwards tilting of her head while she whispered praised prayers. She stood slowly, hesitantly, with a welcoming tone in her face and posture.
War it is, Jon thought. He cast the Attendant. The woman only smiled slyly as Jon gave him a hold signal. She knew something, Jon thought. Probably how this entire conversation was going to go. He would just play it by ear, but here would be six occupants of this speaking space. If she had made if for six, then he would not huff his Dragon's-breath as the crowd gathered to converse. This was also to her sly smile.
She said, "You are Heracles Storm's-Lord, The Living Tenth Divine, Dragonborn. An Augment from Earth, you are."
Jon somewhat expected this, he wasn't really going to win this one, all he could do was stomp his feet a bit as an opening sucker punch, however called it was. He said, "That is a lot of information that only a few people know all together, basically present company. I would ask for your source, but that is one of the few stupid questions."
She smiled in mirth, "Azura is the Mother of Fate and Prophesy. I already know your next question. I don't even need her gifts to see it."
Jon nodded, waiting for her to continue, this wouldn't be one sided as a procession of shuffles and bumps went though the crowd. She said, "Azura is the true claimant to Fate, it's Mother. I know of your speculation, and of the common beliefs. You will then ask why she allows this continue, and it is because she loves deeply, especially to those who follow her. She does not care if others claim something as petty as a title. Any effort to reclaim it would harm those who love her in return."
Jon nodded, "A cosmic war. Over a title. I imagine the Prince of Knowledge could set things up to appear as fate,"
She said, "Fake it, until you make it, was what you left open. And yes, essentially. Especially to Hermaeus Mora. Knowledge is knowledge, it matters not true or false."
Jon said, "So if anyone can manipulate something like that, it's him. True or false, only he really knows. He may even draw real power from it."
She nodded, "Yes, indeed he can, but he is not, and will never be, the Mother of it. I have waited for this to 'play out,' as you were going to say, almost my entire life. I was a child when the Red Mountain exploded, an old woman you can see I am. She came to me personally, took my hand, said it would get worse, but that she would keep me safe the entire time. It was for this moment. So I could speak to you, Jon, of house Noonien-Singh. To plead for your honor, to help my loving goddess."
Jon huffed with his power, to her smile. He said, "You already know what I'm going to say, you already know about these fourth wall breaks, and had a lifetime to plan around them."
She said, "I assure you, Azura would not set you on such a task. Her Star has been stolen from her, corrupted and turned black. There is one in Winterhold who knows, but that is where the prophesy ends."
Jon said, "Find someone in Winterhold who knows about turning stars black, got it. Understand, I-"
She said, "You only came because it was on your way, you think and claim. Azura understands that there are other concerns for you. Her Signs are never wrong. You will find her Star, and bring it to her shine to cleanse it. And, and, that's it."
She smiled warmly at the party one last time, her life's purpose complete. She was the only Monk left, but such things did not matter to Azura. Her shrine built by loving hands would stand. She felt the welcoming embrace of her goddess, and the embrace of a Divine as well before passing though the twilight.
Jon near snapped, "Clear the platform."
They didn't hesitate to comply. Jon gently put her down, closing her eyes. He stood for a few moments of respect for the foe, one who had vexed him by dying in his arms with the last word. Also to a woman who had dedicated her life to meeting and speaking to him, who understood him like few others. When he was done, he lit her aflame with his sky-blue fire. She burned quickly, leaving a harsh black mark on the speaking space, but her ashes intermingled with the snow sweeping around the now empty shrine. She would want that, he thought.
He looked up and spoke to the statue, "Peace, Azurah, that is what you get!"
He began a march back to his steeds, Lydia offering her arm in comfort while Sindgrom and J'zargo kept their eye out. They didn't need their eyes to hear the roar, nor getting it closer. Why did they always do that? They are not a threat that warrants that kind of psychological operation, at least not to him. Did they not know yet that Jon was Dragonborn, let alone a Divine in the flesh?
Jon whispered, "You dare defile this shrine and grave." And there was a faint giggle off to the distance, heard only to those of Divine ears, the Dragonfires weren't perfect after all, and mostly meant for one Prince in particular. Fuck em, Jon thought.
He said, "Spread out. J'zargo, hold, you too Sindgrom. Lydia, I am going to instruct you in what's called psychological operations. Cast you bow. Gunshot pulls. They've heard a shout, but a bow calling forth the thunder? Wound not kill. I do not want to genocide another species because there's no other option, my own people, again. They either don't know what I am, or they don't take me seriously. They will take me seriously when I defeat one with a single word of power, and they escape to tell the tale, unlike every other one that died."
As the roars got closer, but they still weren't over the peak. Lydia said, "You want them to surrender. Swear fealty to you and your house, perhaps."
Jon smiled at the suggestion. That was basically it. He said, "Perhaps. Even if they don't give up immediately, they wont, I can't become a bogyman that keeps them on their mountains if no one survives. Word has to spread. These aren't beasts, remember, they are given their actions, but they ruled as gods. They need taken down a peg, socially, mentally. This one will survive. Here he comes. Look at the big pictures in my actions."
Jon cried, "KEIN WAH HI DII HOKAORON FUS"
The lovers pulled and fired their bows well outside the range of any shout. Each one cracked at the dragon, ethereal arrows beginning to puncture easily his scale. Their shots were aimed to cause pain, wound. A hit to the midsection, even at extreme angle punched though with speed and fury. A graze to his wing bones, enough to tell him they didn't want him grounded. Another graze near his eye. How where they doing this? There was only one real word of debate. None called forth thunder. There was no spell save for the cast of his bow.
Each moment he thought was another wound that pained him. We was not truly committed to this attack, not in speaking range. He needed to know why the one mortal was also able to do this, shoot as accurately. The Dovahkiin yes, even if the thunder is unexplained. He then saw her of dragon eyes as well. This debate was two Dovah versus one, something he was not prepared for.
He turned away, perhaps for the first time in dragon history. He did not know what to think about this, and thus he could not form an argument to rebut. He would return from whence he came to ponder. Perhaps if he never left his mountain, the Dovahkiin would leave him be. Only those who attacked had died. The Dovahkiin would have final words for him though, ones he would not like, because by right he had to follow them.
"FUN NIIN FUN NIIN FIN DOVAHKIIN BO"
Sindgrom and J'zargo rounded up. Sindgrom said, "Honor to you, my Thane. How did you do that?"
"J'zargo must know as well. What makes a dragon run, and why? J'zargo must research now."
Jon said, "Speed of sound. On Earth it's 343 meters per second. It feels about the same here, but I don't know for sure. If you get something faster than that, it makes a boom. As a consequence of your summoned Daedric arrows moving faster than sound, they fuck a dragon up. he was probably wondering how I was doing it without spell or shout. Then I expect he saw the Lady's eyes and found it was a two on one debate."
The two nodded, and Lydia was happy to be a Lady. It's been said so much it's true at this point. With his house being proper and named? J'zargo said, "And of the words. The one was a shout, another Dragonborn, but J'zargo does not know the others."
"Just a word of power. The shout is three. Almost like a sentence. I said, War to you, my enemy, force. And then tell them, tell them the Dragonborn comes."
J'zargo pondered, "Why add the force at all. Some kind of debate etiquette? "
Jon smiled, "I do not know. It's a calling card at this point. The first dragon I fought with shouts, I used it to turn him away from a town, and used the forest as cover. Another was the same. There seems to be some concept of a duel, but I don't know. I use force, because force is the only thing some understand."
J'zargo nodded. Sindgrom asked, "I understand why, letting him run, at least one to spread the word, but are you sure your course of action is wise? These are some of the worst criminals in our history, if they are not truly beasts as you say. The sentence for them everywhere is death."
Jon nodded, "Believe me, Sindgrom, I will not hesitate if that's what it takes. But I have to at least give them a fair chance. I'm a product of literally second, third, fourth, and so on, chances. Even if it screws me like it did the last time. We're talking about ending a species here. Not just sentencing some criminals to death."
He nodded, "Aye, Thane. It is your prerogative. Is there anything else before we part ways?"
Jon thought a moment, "Don't be afraid to volunteer your services to the Jarl on my behalf. Spend some time at court. It's we're you'll mostly ply your trade when you aren't managing my so far small estate. I sent a bunch of leads on things to Farengar, he'll need hole diggers like you. As I hope I impressed, you aren't just a manservant. Eventually I'll hire people you can delegate to, and you're still my muscle. You just need to know how to actually Steward yourself, so you can be my Steward."
Sindgrom said, "Aye, Thane, you have. I give you leave."
J'zargo said, "Fair well, my friends. We will see each other again."
J'zargo's and Sindgrom too back down the paths on their steeds, while Jon and Lydia gave them a head start before they did as well, now that they had to go back to Winterhold at least. Add it to the list, Jon thought.
Lydia said, "Are you okay, Jon?"
Jon shrugged, "I will be. When I got screwed, I tried to get others to follow me. Away from Khan. My record was known, so I thought I could at least strong arm a few of my generation to stop being psychotic war criminals. Maybe actually convince them of what we could do."
Lydia said, "It didn't go well."
Jon said, "No. I went AWOL for a couple months. I realized early on they were playing me, but I was committed. A plan, within a scheme, wrapped in a plot, and it obviously ended with a trap. Ancient trial by combat for my crimes against Augment-kind. To Khan's credit, he honored the results."
Lydia squeezed his arm, "What happened."
Jon said, "Four kids I grew up with, the ones I tired to convince, died. Hand to hand, bloody. I could see it in their eyes. The glory of it, the will to win even as another of their number fell. I just tried to survive. I did, if battered and near broken. And when Khan let me go, I gave my final words to him. That he would lose, and why. Didn't change a thing for them. They didn't care about our future. Just petty blood letting for the cause of whatever the fuck Khan said that week. The man was a walking cult of personality. Past that point they were committed until the end of their folly, one way or another."
She asked, "What happened when you went back?"
Jon chuckled, and fought a laugh. He said, "After an ass-chewing, Metal of Honor, highest in the land, and a purple heart for wounds sustained. Near three months in extreme survival. Seven total dead Augments, four at once killed hand to hand after being officially captured. A mountain of in depth intel we didn't have before, locations, names, dates, insight. Mission accomplished son, take some leave. That's when I met the President. At least he had real sympathy in his eyes. He knew what we were doing. What it meant. How we would be judged for it by those more evolved by the passage of time."
Lydia rubbed his arm, "I see why you want to give the dragons a chance. I support you, my Thane."
He shot her a smile, "Thanks. Let's get moving, now that we have to backtrack. Fuck and we have to go to Meridia's shrine as well. We're going west, near Solitude. I gave my word."
They both got up on their horses and took off on their ride. She said, "And I bet you'll have words as well."
Jon said, "Oh yeah, she will not be searing her fucking name into people. Did you hear that Meridia? In my pack like the bitch you are? The nature of our relationship has changed."
Lydia chuckled as they took off toward Winterhold once again. They would lose a day of travel, arriving late enough that they might as stay the night for perhaps more fun, if the Tutor was ready for it. The road was the road, and the travel went by quick.
As they crossed the gates again, to a couple cheers and cajoles, Lydia asked, "So what's the plan. Someone at the college would know."
Jon said, "Maybe, but I have a feeling they would just point us to somewhere else. There were a couple wizards at the inn. Why would they stay there?"
Lydia answered the easy question, "Because they aren't allowed to stay at the college. Someone corrupting Daedric artifacts may be something more in the lane of exiled wizards, than legitimate ones."
Jon smiled at the easy answer, "Yup, and if they don't we just go to the College. We should also speak to the Tutor. We wanted to give her space, but at this point we might as well test the waters if we're staying the night again."
Lydia said, "She said she was fine. Let's perhaps summon her clothed this time."
Jon smiled as they came to the Inn, Jon now fully working his illusion enchantment to stay from the notice of most. The Inn had it's usual College crowd, but there was one in particular sitting and observing like he owned the place. An Altmer mage. He certainly was one of the ones that had a room here. Jon noticed that he noticed him walking up. The enchantment was only so powerful, as it was a standard enchantment, however strong from a Master. Standard enchantments are safe, and so far good enough.
Jon and Lydia sat down opposite him at his table. He politely opened discussions, "Hail Arch-Mage. To what do I owe this pleasure."
Jon smiled. He wanted something, and it was obvious what. That was not apart of these discussions. He said, "I need information on a mage that can turn a Star black. I was told to seek this knowledge in Winterhold, but not from whom. I'm starting with you."
The grimaced, than smirked, "So the fool actually did it. I know what you seek."
He intentionally stopped his sentence, basically an attack to Jon. He said, "I know what you want, and you're not getting it. I wont question the decisions of my predecessors. Instead, I will give you this healthy sack of coin and gems. Most of it is mythic era, but you can always get more than face for it. Even if you cant, its a healthy sack. Or I just summon the Attendant. My Attendant. Formerly the Attendant of Sanguine. He's also one of the heroes of the Battle of Winterhold, so I don't th-"
He cut in, deflecting last the assault. He said, "The ancient coin and gems are fine. I don't want any part of what he's doing anyway, and would prefer it be stopped lest it return to me. Malyn Varen. My former Master. He was researching soul gems. How to keep his self, achieve immorality. He couldn't very well dismantle the training hall to learn it's secrets, but he knew it was possible, and got his hands on the means to make it so. His research with the Star drove him mad, in a literal sense. Two students died, and he was exiled. He took off to Ilinalta's Deep with a few loyal disciples. That's all I know. I realized early on tinkering so with a Daedric artifact was not wise, and it was not the reason I was exiled."
The mage grabbed his coin before Jon nodded his head, but that didn't matter to Jon. The conversation went exactly as expected. He and Lydia left the mage to his rumination. He was counting his coin with a satisfied face. That would no doubt be months worth of stay at the in. perhaps years with the gems. He could even have them set, and experiment to see if they have different enchantment properties. Sell them for a markup if they don't.
Jon had his information, and a quick check of his map showed it north of Falkreath. He said, "Okay, we can take the back way by Saarthal, get to Ustengrav, then Meridia, maybe stop in Solitude, make an appearance at court and whatnot, then take the longer way to Whiterun, by way of Falkreath to clean up that mess. That good with you, Lady Lydia?"
Lydia said, "I think so, Jon. Don't forget your bounty, my Thane."
He met her smile, and pulled her tighter to him by the hips as they walked to the Impossible Bridge. The Gatekeeper was given a wave, and they had the right idea by at least inspecting the Arch-Mage and his Lady closely. This wasn't a military instillation that he should be challenged completely, before being allowed to continue. A more than cursory glace was plenty.
They stopped by their quarters for Lydia to change into her dull yellow Expert robes. It was an unusual color for Experts, as that is usually the color of Adepts, but the Lady of the College was also a Lady from Whiterun. They both made their way cautiously to the Training Hall. It was empty when they arrived, owing to the later hour. Jon locked the door behind him, and Lydia made way to the summoning rune. Jon joined her and she activated it while they both took a step or two back from the ball of magika forming into the Tutor.
She appeared, took a quick glance, and took to a happy smile and hungry look. She also had color in her face and form. She was no longer just a light blue apparition. Her face had just a hint of gray from her natural skin tone. Her eyes were just about to turn deep maroon. Her robes were almost the dark colors of a Master Mage of Destruction magics.
Jon and Lydia both smiled at the more lively looking ghost haunting the training hall. Lydia asked, "How are you? You look better."
The Tutor kept her smile, and nearly added some tears, "I have never felt better. It's like I'm almost alive again, like I've been blessed by a Divine and his Lady. I was hopping you wouldn't run off without seeing me again."
Jon and Lydia looked to each other apprehensively. Jon said, "We kind of did. We only came back because of a side track. We wanted to give you some space. You said you were fine, but we still thought you needed a little time to process."
She lessened her smile to a smirk, "And you figured if you were coming back anyway, you might as well come in my back again."
They both laughed. That was basically it. She asked, "What was the side track?"
Jon said, "Something you may be able to help us with. Azurah's Star was stolen. Trying to replicate what happened to you."
She scoffed, "Varen. I remember him. He actually talked to me, but I never liked him. Something was always off. He of course would use the Star, because that is what you need."
Jon sagely nodded, "Azurah helped you."
The Tutor nodded, "Yes. I was and am a devout follower. I couldn't accept her embrace because of my exploits. Even if they didn't get me before the twilight, they would have certainly tried after. She gave me the gift of Prophesy, so I could see my death. Becoming what I am."
Jon said, "And the ritual and materials you would need."
She giggled, "Such a smart one you are. Yes, basically recreating an Azurah's Star. Burred deep in the walls. It's possible to do what he wants, and keep yourself, but only with the love of the Mother Goddess. Not whatever he is no doubt doing. Probably truing it black somehow. It cant accept a mortal soul under normal means."
Lydia said, "He probably succeeded at this point, no matter how mad he is."
Jon agreed, "And from what I read, a normal soul gem is basically it's own realm. Black leads to the Soul Cairn, but I imagine a black Star doing that would defeat the purpose. We'll have to dig him out."
The Tutor said, "Right you are again. It's like my own little Plane in my Star. Not that big, so it's always nice to get out, but I have a cozy abode in my afterlife."
She took to a sad pout, staring up at her smiling Arch-Mage and Lady. He said, "But it is lonely in here. No one else to warm me."
Lydia said, "The Whore may have It's warmth. It has even earned the right to speak, though it's mouth is still mine, and I will not have my own blessing interrupted by it's sniveling."
She pouted further, like an apprentice caught by the Arch-Mage and his Lady, which she basically was. Jon stripped his robes while Lydia did the same. The Tutor simply dispelled hers away, reveling the rest of her nearing skin tone. Her folds hung dripping with ectoplasm, now that she was near life and could express more anatomically. Jon walked up softly to her, Lydia beginning to bring her own heat up, and gently picked her up into his arms.
The Tutor went for his mouth immediately, forming her tongue and driving deep against his. This was a softer session, for the Tutors enjoyment, and Jon accepted readily. He had one arm under her hips, and his off hand stroked his steed, ensuring the blood, and brought it against her wet folds. He stroked his tip though them, around them, and paid particular attention to her button. She was warm now, and thus he would pleasure her with a different spell. A few strands of sparks played around his shaft, causing its own pleasurable pain, and arced its way up and into the Tutor though the button his was continuously pressing.
She broke the kiss and moaned, her back arching in his arms. Lydia matched the moan with her own rubbing beginning to set her off. Jon carried the Tutor, still stroking himself and her, and laid her hard on her back. Just because it was softer, didn't mean he would forget what got his Tutor off.
He was still stroking, staring into her eyes. She was pleading with them. He gave a Spark to tell her what he thought. She moaned again as pleasure coursed from her now more sensitive womanhood. He was waiting for his lady. He would not take his pleasure, without giving the Lady her due pleasure from their toy.
Lydia climbed on the table, and mounted her saddle for the next ride. She simply began rubbing her own wet back and forth across her toy's face and waiting tongue. She gave her own button extra attention on it.
Jon plunged in hard against her now warm churn. He grunted at the resistance of it, and kept grunting as he pushed in and out at a speed he knew the Tutor liked. She tired to moan, but would get her Lady's button rubbed hard against her lips. They only came out as a muffle. Earning the right to speak simply meant she would not be punished for doing so. She still had a Lady to pleasure how she wanted.
"Fuck." he said, and was shut up by his Lady's smack across his cheek. A love tap.
"I did not give you leave to speak tonight. You may only make your warrior sounds. I will take the first blessing by mouth. I know your control, now give it to me."
Jon didn't dare actually acknowledge the order from his Lady. He simply pulled himself from the Tutor, and stood back a bit so she could lean down and accept it. His rod was throbbing, tip red with blood underneath, and she leaned down, never stopping her own grind, to put her mouth to it. There was no pleasure involved, it was a simple transaction. She only touched his rod, dripping with both the Tutor and blessing, to guide it into it's proper place. He shot into her, coating her tongue and the inside of her mouth.
She didn't swallow however, and Jon knew he was about to try something new. She squeezed and jerked him forward by his rod, before spitting his mouth, and immediately taking it with hers. It tasted like mango, so no wonder everyone liked it. Jon plunged himself back into the churn while his Lady never left his mouth, working the seed into it, and him working into hers.
His pace quickened, and so did his Sparks to the pleasured and muffled moans of the Tutor. She could take his full length, unlike even Lydia's warmth. There was only so much space in a womanhood. That's why he like that she liked the new place. There was more room to get lost in. the Tutor could also take his strength, exactly like his Lady could. He kept heaving though the churn, kept grunting, kept kissing his Lady, taste of seed still in their mouths.
Finally. he blessed his Tutor. He drove deep one final time, the Sparks turning up a bit more, and shot his warmth into hers. She cried in pleasure, the sound not affected by the Lady moaning her self in ecstasy and orgasm. Jon broke the kiss, leaning heavily into his Lady's stern shoulder. He was grunting between short choppy breaths, timed to each bursts of his own orgasm. His whole body twitched at the release, and gave a final long moan himself as the churn continued, pulling every Divine bit out of him.
His was a bit of a brat too. "Fuck."
Lydia immediately spanked him. It was easy, as he was still deep in the twitching Tutor, and close into her, "Do not speak!"
"Yes, Lady."
Another spank, another pulse of orgasm, "I said do not speak!"
"I'm sorry, Lady"
A spank, a pulse though his sensitive parts, "Whore! We will punish him. Lay on the table, now!"
"I can make other bits down there, you know that right? I just never had a reason too. Fucking marvelous, this is."
"I did not, whore, but now I do. You will punish him. I will continue my ride."
Jon assumed his position. He was going to try something new again. Being taken by a ghost. He knew of his own button down there, but he never trusted anyone else to press it. He trusted his Lady and Tutor, however. His trust didn't stop the apprehensive eyes he gave the Tutor, to her wicked smile. This was not her first time pleasuring a man this way, he saw.
His view was obstructed by the Lady beginning her ride. He simply held his tongue out and left her to work, which she did vigorously. She leaned down and took him into her mouth, now actively working his head. She never ventured to far down that path, but that was his Lady's prerogative. She was now well practiced with her hands. Before she put them to use, she took his legs up behind her own arms, raising his hips.
To the Tutors credit, she was gentler with him than he was with her. She started small and slid in, Jon doing his best to relax. That was all he could do, there was no control here, and there didn't need to be. The Tutor shifted him a bit with her hands on his hips, and she slid her now small member into him. It was different, and then welcome when she found his button. An involuntary twitch in in knee, swinging his leg a bit let her know she was on target. She got larger, a little wider, expanding him as much as her, and her angle curved slightly upwards. She used mostly the same goo for the member, so she was as pleasured by this as Jon. She worked back and forth, slowly at first then a little faster, only as much as needed to keep pressing. What breaths Jon could get in were short and choppy, his whole body twitching as he savored the rough taste of his Lady, and the gentle touch of his Tutor. He was eating his pie, and by the moans and warmth entering him he was having it too.
There was no control. As soon as his body had more to give, it gave. Lady Lydia once again didn't swallow, she exposed his hot member to the cold, stream rising from superior body temperature. The whore accepted the gift from her Lady, taking the spit, and the tongue that followed. Every blessing she received, she glowed a little brighter, to near fully defined as she was in life, her essence mixing with Divine blessing, being empowered by it. The Tutor never stopped her back and forth while Lydia began her own rise again. Pleasure shot though him with her every small motion, and more when she shot again, moaning though her kiss.
His own member throbbing to the point of pain. Every muscle in that region was heaving to push whatever fluid he could muster against the Storm topping him. Lydia's fluids where so thick on his face it was beginning to truly obstruct his breathing. He spent near a minute in pulsing orgasm, breathless, on the verge of unconsciousness, and the tapped his Lady's back quickly, giving up the fight.
She got off immediately, and the Tutor pulled out carefully, but promptly. He wasn't going to let them get a word in, "I'm fine. I'm fine. I just. I'm out. That was it. That's all I had."
The both snickered while he continued his labored breathing. The Tutor softly rubbed his thigh, to more twitching and said, "Now you know how I felt last night. You didn't have to apologize for that last bit, by the way. It was like the icing on the sweet roll. Almost literally.
Jon chucked while he slowly recovered, as did Lydia. She said, "You look even more lively now, Tutor."
While her bits returned to her preferred state she said, "I feel it. Every moment though that was more and more sensational with all the blessing I had put in me. And on me. It felt Divine in there. Your juices are something else. I truly feel alive again. Still a ghost, magika in the end, but live magika. Body, not just soul now. I will never regret the day you two walked into my hall. I'm almost at my time. Please come back to me, my loves."
She dispelled away, her form becoming whispers on the wind. They up from the table, slowly putting their robes back on, Jon even slower. His body was quivering from the ordeal. They both knew with was not a walk of pride back to their quarters. They did shameful things to this hall, and they regretted not a second of it.
Lydia took Jon in her arm as they slowly walked up the stairs to the quarters. He had a blank stare in his eyes. Lydia asked, "Jon, are you sure you are alright? I've never took control of you like that. And you only ever gave me soft words to tell me what you wanted. I love that by the way, your tender love means much to me."
Jon hushed out, "Lydia, that was the best fuck of my god-damned life. Now after we spend some time in the shower, I'm blessing you from behind before we leave it. I'll not end the night without feeling the warmth of my Lady."
"Yes, my Thane."