After becoming blood-kin, Keema had immediately made an armor tailored for her own body. With her enlarged tits and hips, the dwarven armor that she was using was far too small for her… Or more like she had far outgrown it.

With the orcish armor she had, she was now far more comfortable in this one rather than the dwarven armor she had. Though if this kept up and she got more blessings, she might have to seek the nine divines or daedric princes to reduce her size instead.

Still… She now had to seek out whoever it was that was making her do things unwillingly. LIke the case with that lizard, deep-in-his-cups, and the orc, Yamarz. Whoever had been taking control of her was going to pay.

Following the path where Ysolda had led her, this place called Morvunskar, turned out was a nord stronghold.

Said nord stronghold was occupied by necromancers at the time.

"Look! An intruder!" One necromancer said as he looked at Keema.

"Good… Her flesh looks delectable… Let's see how much she can fight us off once we subdue her!" A second necromancer laughed.

Keema growled and prepared to fight.

…

After slaughtering the necromancers, and making it to the main chamber of the place, from what seemed like a throne room, she heard something faint, yet it was drawing her closer.

"Ah… You're finally getting close… Come. You are finally getting close…" The voice said as she got closer to the source.

Right under the stone stairway that was under the throne room, Keema entered the small room and saw a portal.

"Huh… At this point, a portal is the least weird thing I've seen" Keema said, after having done all sorts of things and traveled to so many places at once… Come to think of it, how did she get to each location before going sober?

Whatever the case, her answers were about to be answered if the voice was to be believed.

Entering the portal, a bright light shined, and she was… Someplace else entirely.

She was in some sort of… Grove?

The grove looked nice, dimly lit, but at the same time it looked kind of relaxing to be in.

Keema cautiously walked, and wondered if this was the place that Sam was talking about… It was weird that up until now Sam had not yet made any appearances. Sure he was mentioned by a few people like Enis, but they never once said that Sam was with her during her drunken adventures throughout skyrim.

As she continued walking through the grove, she finally saw what seemed to be a feast.

Different people all partaking in a feast of different meat and drinks, most of the drinks being wine.

She can see nords, most of which aren't any she met before… Keema can only assume that they were in the same predicament as her and decided to stay here.

And then her eyes landed on a familiar person, not seated on the long table of food and drink, but just standing around, drinking a glass of wine… Sam.

"Sam! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Keema yelled at him.

While she was glad that Sam had been met at the very end, she'd have been more glad if he had looked out for her and led him here in the first place.

"You're here! I was beginning to think you might not make it" Sam said as he sipped on his wine, as if he was expecting her all this time.

"It was quite a trip. Where are we?" Keema asked him, wanting to get some answers after all this time.

"I thought you might not remember your first trip here. You had a big night. I think you've definitely earned the staff" Sam said, much to Keema's surprise.

She's been here before? That doesn't make sense… Then again, that explains how she got drunk and got lost all over skyrim and doing all sorts of things out of her drunken stupor.

"That explains a lot. I have all that is needed to repair the staff" Keema said as she produced the items she picked up from the temple of Mara, remembering the grocery list of items that was needed to repair the staff according to the letter.

"Oh, the Hagraven feather and so on. You can throw all those out. You see... I really just needed something to encourage you to go out into the world and spread merriment. And you did just that! I haven't been so entertained in at least a hundred years" Sam said, before transforming before her to reveal he was a daedra.

"W-What…?" Keema was left speechless.

Sam's appearance changed to that of a daedra, not only that, but his voice changed as well, revealing himself to be the same voice that was influencing her to slut herself over to many different men who had taken advantage of her.

Surprise turned to anger as she began confronting him.

"So this was all just a prank? A prank where you made me do all sorts of ridiculous things and made me have willing sex with my enemies!?" Keema yelled at him.

The other patrons of the feast were unbothered, as if they were in a trance, cursed to feast for all eternity.

"Just a prank? Just a prank? The Daedric Lord of Debauchery does not deal in mere "pranks". This may have begun as a minor amusement, but it wasn't long before I realized you'd make a more interesting bearer of my not-quite-holy staff" Sam, now revealed to be Sanguine, the Daedric Lord of Debauchary said.

Keema was surprised yet again that such a childish person like him would turn out to be a daedric lord… That would explain how hard that wine had hit her just from the first drink alone.

"Who are you even?" Keema asked him.

"I am Sanguine, Daedric Prince of Debauchery! I know, I know, how could I lie to you? Well, how could I trust you until we've shared a few drinks?" Sanguine said as he laughed.

"Then why choose me to do all of… All of this!?" Keema yelled at Sanguine.

"Relax relax… Let's be honest, here. I don't always think my decisions through. But you... you're going places. Maybe a little influence from your old uncle Sanguine could help adjust your course a bit..." Sanguine said as he showed her the staff he promised.

The staff looked more like a giant stem, with a red rose at the very end of it. All hers for the taking.

"The staff is nice and all but but now that I know you're a daedric prince, I have a different wish I want from you. It's the LEAST you can do for having me go through so much!" Keema yelled angrily as she yelled at Sanguine.

Sanguine was taken aback, such a woman was not afraid of him.

"Fine fine… You want a different reward so badly? Then be my guest, what could you possibly want from me then?" Sanguine said, no longer amused and wanting this to get it over with.

"Yes! And it's non negotiable! You have to give me anything I want" Keema said, making sure he wasn't going to squirm his way out of this one.

Sanguine looked a bit bored already, but sighed.

"Fine… What is it that you want? I got more important stuff to deal with anyway" Sanguine said as he rolled his eyes.

"I want it so that my armor always fits. No matter the size of my body and proportions" Keema told him.

Sanguine thought about it for a moment, then got a devious idea.

"Alright, I can easily change that, consider it done. Go through this portal and you'll see the effects happening shortly" Sanguine said as he snapped his fingers and opened a portal.

"... Thanks I guess" Keema said, unsure if he will keep his word.

"My pleasure. But I think it's time for you to go. No fun keeping you locked up in here with the staff… And my blessing~" Sanguine said.

Keema shortly went through the portal, and was back in Morvunkar's throne room, surrounded by the dead bodies of cultists she has slain previously.

"Looks like I'm finally rid of him…" Keema said, sighing in relief as she had thought that she managed to bargain for two nuisances at once… Or so she thought.

Just like before she felt changes… Not to her body this time.

"W-What!?" Keema felt her armor loosen.

She looked down and was alarmed as the armor started shifting to become more exposed.

Her armor platings began shrinking, retreating back, centering around her breasts and crotch as it kept slinking back onto a focused point of the armor, turning into a bikini armor.

"What is happening!?" Keema screamed.

The armor sleeves had also began to retreat, focusing themselves onto her gauntlets instead, while the armor on her legs turned into leggings.

Her helmet had remained intact, but that's besides the point, the armor was now completely exposed to the elements, her body now more vulnerable than ever.

"That bastard!" Keema yelled, going back to the same room with the portal, only to find it empty.

Sighing, Keema took her backpack and scavenged for her dwarven armor.

"Looks like I'm back to using this" Keema said as she undressed and placed the dwarven set back on.

But as she wore it, the same had happened, turning the dwarven armor into a slutty bikini armor set.

"This is great… I shouldn't make deals with daedric princes anymore…" Keema said, feeling like she now had more to lose.

Putting the orcish armor back on, she blushed at the thought of several onlookers turning their heads toward her… And groping her… And pushing her down to have their way with her.

She shook her head, why was she getting aroused by such thoughts. She should be feeling disgusted.

Leaving from Morvunskar, her mind was preoccupied by the thoughts of the townsfolk reacting to her that she didn't notice two robed marauders.

As she was walking, she heard footsteps, and right as she turned around, someone had knocked her unconscious.

As her body fell, the two blackblood marauders smirked as they found their quarry.

"Looks like we finally tracked down the slut. Damn, her fucking armor is slutty too" The marauder licked his lips.

"Hey! Don't you dare fuck her just yet! We still got a long road ahead to go back" The blackblood marauder said as he started carrying her on his back.

"Ungh… She's fucking heavy…!" The blackblood marauder said.

"Heh, don't worry. Let's take shifts, doesn't hurt to feel that ass under all that weight. Who knows, we might get to take our turns first because of capturing her!" The other blackblood marauder laughed as they carried her back to their hideout.