Dovahkiin Ascendant [Commission]
#1 of Dragonborn's Reign
Commission for Zifflin
Slitted eyes struggled to focus on incomplete scribbles and pages damaged by time and mishandling, their owner once again cursing the circumstances that forced him to rely on such sub-standard material. The art of crafting spells - formulating new or merely different ways to shape magical energies - had fallen out of use, and what little information on the subject was available was hoarded jealously by powerful mages.
As much as the Thieves' Guild liked to boast how nothing was outside of their reach and no challenge was insurmountable, they had demanded an astronomical price to stick their hand into the pocket of the archmages of the Synod and the College of Whispers, and had balked at the idea of venturing into the Summerset Isles. As a result, Rhi-Syleth was forced to use his own wits to make up for the gaps in the recovered texts.
A grin spread across his reptilian muzzle at the thought, a smile made all the more sinister by the argonian's sharp teeth, and the calculating look in eyes the color of polished brass. His keen wit had taken him far, further than he'd ever dreamed as it allowed him to capitalize on a very strange twist of fate, but he had his sights on even greater heights. He'd slain Alduin, greatest of the children of Akatosh and one who was prophesized to end the world itself. With all of Tamriel (if not Nirn) in his debt Rhi-Syleth began to ponder how he would collect on what he was owed.
In his quest to defeat the Word Eater, he'd made himself immensely powerful, enough to slay the firstborn son of a god. But with that challenge met, the cunning reptile focused his attention on more subtle applications of power. To forge this new world, or his world to be exact, he'd need a great deal of control, instruments of both subtle and gross manipulation of creatures great and small. A bitter chuckle echoed through his stony study as he remembered how he'd started on this path of domination.
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The weather had been miserable that day, but not enough to prevent travel, the icy rain still preferable to the blizzards that were common in Eastmarch. Rhi-Syleth had hoped that every mile traveled southward would at least improve the weather, if not his fortune. It was that direction that had made his parents acquiesce to his sojourn, hoping it would lead him to Black Marsh and the Hist. His mother and father were among those who believed their people received their souls by imbibing the Hist tree's sap, and that an argonian was not truly complete without such a communion. The pair could not have known that their son would have no shortage of souls in the near future...
He'd been trudging through freezing mud, fighting the torpor such weather induced in cold-bloods until he spotted smoke curling from a chimney of a small road-side inn. Just the idea of seating himself beside a roaring fire put enough of a spring in his step to help him close the distance. His reception upon arrival, however, had been anything but warm.
The innkeeper, a stern looking Nord woman in her middle years, had instructed him to leave none too kindly the moment she laid eyes on him. Knowing he must look like some bedraggled drifter, Rhi-Syleth produced a small purse, insisting he could pay for a bed and a meal. The money did nothing to change the woman's disposition as she shouted for him to crawl back to whatever scummy pond he'd emerged from, insisting she wanted no animals under her roof.
It was hardly the first time the Skyrim-born argonian had encountered such treatment, and he'd been able to ignore it so far, pushing away his rage and ignoring the injuries to his pride. That time, he'd failed. He turned around and left, noting that the inn's few patrons didn't seem to mind the way a fellow traveler had been treated. Rhi-Syleth left the inn, but he didn't go far.
He'd found shelter from the drizzling rain nearby, and instead of lighting a fire chose to let his anger keep him warm. The skies cleared and a bright moon began to shine as the clouds parted. The few guests the inn had seemed satisfied with having warmed themselves and filled their bellies, deciding to continue on their way by night rather than pay for beds. Once he'd helped saddle their horses, the boy he'd seen helping the innkeeper departed as well, walking along a path Rhi-Syleth presumed led to the nearby village and the young man's home.
Once he was sure the inn was empty, Rhi-Syleth unsheathed his knife and moved in. The innkeeper's scowling visage changed after she saw the argonian once again, her eyes going wide and her mouth slack with fear. An expression Rhi-Syleth considered a vast improvement over the one she'd given him earlier. When he first came in he'd been civil and accommodating in spite of her hostility. Now the woman was looking at a powerfully build reptile, muscles bulging under his shabby clothes and scales in dark shades of green. The teeth and claws made even the knife he was holding seem unnecessary, but the blade still held the innkeeper's focus as the tip was pointed at her.
He'd promised the Nord woman her life if she did exactly as he said, and the stupid bitch must have really believed that he was going to murder her like some blood-crazed animal to such an extent that she immediately began babbling, tears streaming down her face as she promised to do whatever the argonian wanted. And what Rhi-Syleth wanted at that moment was to humiliate the woman as she'd humiliated him.
His hands made short work of the innkeeper's dress, the fabric ripping loudly as he tore the garment off the trembling female, leaving it in shreds around her. Finding herself naked and exposed to those slitted eyes, she tried to cover herself up even though her arms weren't up to the task. She had a body Rhi-Syleth had come to associate with Nord females - a stout yet buxom figure, too tall and heavy to be considered elegant, but with curves generous enough to draw a male's eyes and promise an embrace soft enough to make him forget about elegance.
Soft embraces were far from Rhi-Syleth's mind, but the sight of the naked woman did stir something masculine within him. He ordered her to lower her hands, and as the trembling limbs came to rest at the innkeeper's sides the argonian leered openly at the sight of her. The years had been kind to the hateful bitch, her skin an almost milky white, a shade so pale it made the pink nipples capping her large breasts all the more prominent. She would have looked quite attractive if frequent scowls and frowns hadn't left their marks on her face. Well, there was no reason Rhi-Syleth had to look at it as he enjoyed the rest of her anyway...
He called her a bitch to her face, and that felt good. He made her refer to herself as one, and that felt better. He ordered her to get on all fours like the bitch that she was, and with some hesitation the woman had obeyed. He savored the sensation of having such control over another person, as well as the sight of the buxom female in this new degrading position, her heavy breasts hanging beneath her chest until her nipples were almost brushing the floor and her large, snowy behind so invitingly presented.
He remembered the whimpering woman trembling as he stood behind her, fearful of the rustling noises he'd made as he removed his trousers and freed his shaft, the ridged purple length already erect and fully out of its slit as he prepared to take his revenge on the hateful cunt. She was mumbling to herself as he knelt behind her, stunned by shock and disbelief that this could be happening to her. When she felt his clawed hands grip her pillowy cheeks she cried out, almost bolting before those claws dug into her soft flesh, causing enough pain to keep her still.
When she felt the tip of the argonian's shaft poke between her plump lips she started to beg, sobbing as she pleaded for the male to stop. Rhi-Syleth leered as he pulled his cock away, noting the way the Nord woman had relaxed a little, but also noticing she's neglected to thank him for his apparent mercy. Not that he had any intention of giving her any, but he would respect her wish not to have his member in her slit.
The innkeeper's relief was short-lived as she felt the reptilian cock poke against her once again, albeit this time a little higher. Her struggles resumed at the thought of the humiliation that was in store for her, but one hard smack of the argonians clawed hand against one plump cheek put an end to her struggles. She went back to weeping and begging, even asking Rhi-Syleth to stick it between her legs, but the leering male felt her pleas lacked sincerity.
Teeth flashed as the argonian grinned, using his thumbs to pry the creamy cheeks apart and further expose the woman's tightly clenched pucker, the tapered tip of his shaft even now poking the center of that rosebud, leaking pre against the twitching ring of muscle as the pent-up male began to grind against it. He groped the woman's pillowy behind with every push, delighting in the red lines his claws left on her pale skin.
The whore's scream as he finally bucked his hips and sank half his cock into her tight ass was music to the argonian's ears, coming as it did from the same mouth that had called him an animal such a short while ago. The scream seemed to die down as he pushed the rest of his shaft in, the woman's eyes going wide as she was mercilessly penetrated. Rhi-Syleth could feel her tensing around his length, her muscles pulsing as she tried to expel him from his body, whether due to simple reflex, or the idea of being taken this way by a lowly 'animal'.
Either way, the fact that she still fought him only spurred the pent up reptile further, making him growl as he pulled his shaft from that clenching pucker only to spear the Nord slut once again. The empty inn soon rang out with the slap of hard scales on soft flesh as he began to rut her savagely, admiring the way her entire body rippled with every smack of his hips against her bubbly behind, the snowy cheeks soon turning a rosy-red from the sheer force of his thrusts.
The Nord bitch was definitely not enjoying what Rhi-Syleth suspected was her first ever buggering, alternating between curses, sobs and pleas for him to stop. The coupling was more than enjoyable for the argonian, and as far as he was concerned that was all that mattered. The scaly male was gritting his sharp teeth, fighting the urge to pump his bitch full while her rear continued to milk his pistoning cock as it fought in vain to keep it out.
It was when among the sobbing and babbling coming from the innkeeper he managed to recognize 'monster' that he decided to up the ante. Curling his tail between his legs, he soon had the tip brushing against the woman's sex, her plump lips already wet from the juices leaking from her ravaged pucker. Holding her tight enough that his claws broke the skin of her round cheeks he shoved his tail into her warm cleft as far as it could go, the woman letting out a hoarse scream at this latest violation.
Rhi-Syleth savored the sound, as well as the sensation of the whore's ass becoming even tighter as her pussy was filled the velvety walls of her sex spasming as they tried to push him out. The sensation threatened to overwhelm him and the argonian redoubled his pace, jackhammering into the woman with such force that her heavy teats bounced wildly underneath her chest. He growled in delight, calling her a slut, bitch and every other hateful thing that popped into his mind as he pummeled the mewling female's back door.
Once he felt a familiar tensing between his legs he hilted himself inside his Nord bitch, leaning over her and pushing her back down until her face was pressed flat against the ground and her breasts were touching the floor. The innkeeper gave one last anguished cry as she felt a rush of reptilian seed flood her bowels, sobbing as the male on her back ground against her ass in time with every pulse, pumping so much of his seed into her that it began to leak around the cock throbbing between her cheeks.
As he belted his pants, Rhi-Syleth took one last glance at the whimpering slut, admiring the way his seed oozed from her well-fucked behind. Had he left the scene with more haste, he might have slipped past the two imperial legionnaires who chose that moment to burst in. He hadn't even sheathed his knife, and the two took one look at him and one look at the violated innkeeper sobbing as she curled up on the floor before deciding what to do.
So it was that he was quickly beaten into submission and hauled out. The two turned out to be scouts, sent ahead to check for trouble as the rest of their force made its way up the road at a slower pace. Conveniently enough, the company even included a cart carrying prisoners and Rhi-Syleth found himself tossed on with Ulfric Stormcloack of all people, headed for Helgen and the chopping block.
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Freshly fallen snow billowed from the jutting ledge as Odahviing descended, gently depositing the body of a freshly caught deer on the stony ground. He'd bristled at the idea of fetching meals at first, but had gotten surprisingly used to his duties.
It had been mere months since the dovahkiin's appearance, and the dragon still remembered his outrage, and still felt it had been justified at the time. Dragons were fiercely territorial, and one rarely approached another's home without hostile intent. But Rhi-Syleth, the slayer of Alduin himself clearly had no intention of fighting when he'd appeared in front of him. Despite the reptile's diminutive stature, after he slew the World Eater, firstborn of Akatosh, no one was left doubting that he was a true dov, which made his behavior all the more outrageous.
He'd come along a mountain trail, speaking the stormy skies clear as he went and announced matter-of-factly that Odahviing would be sharing his home with him from then on. Apparently the dragonborn had plans that would require research best done away from civilized areas, and had loaded up a cart full of supplies he deemed necessary, a load so heavy that even his piebald draft horse was struggling to haul it.
Rhi-Syleth had not asked the dragon's permission, immediately looking around the massive cavern Odahviing had claimed and pondering where to put what. The dov knew he could have challenged the smaller reptile, but he also knew how that would have ended. The_dovahkiin_ had slain Alduin - the wyrm who'd ruled their kind since time immemorial - through sheer strength, and even so there were those among his kin who still challenged the argonian and paid for their hubris with their lives.
Odahviing was loyal, in his own way, and having admitted Rhi-Syleth was his superior had no desire to challenge him now. He respected strength, and had given his allegiance to Alduin for no greater reason than that. And it was the ambition he sensed in the dovahkiin, the desire to dominate and subjugate those who were beneath him that he approved of, knowing it was a mentality that came very naturally to his kin. He knew Rhi-Syleth absorbed the soul of every dragon he slew and wondered just how close the argonian had come to thinking and acting like a true dov, rather than a mortal.
His current role was menial - hunting for food and keeping the surrounding area clear of intruders, including those of his kin eager to test themselves against the dragonborn. All this so that the argonian could continue his work uninterrupted, labors which seemed to consist of reading decaying tomes and scribbling away on parchment. Odahviing wasn't sure what kind of power Rhi-Syleth hoped to gain through such efforts, but had little doubt that it was power that the reptile was seeking...
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Rhi-Syleth beckoned the light levitating behind his shoulder closer as he struggled to read a near-ruined page. He was making progress, although it was frustratingly slow. His first attempts at fashioning the spell he needed had accomplished nothing, so the argonian had taken a few steps back. He'd started formulating simple spells - those that would summon fire or ice, enact basic wards or conjure a light - and while the results of those attempts were of no use themselves, the work he'd put into fashioning them had given him some much needed insights.
A few hours later he felt confident enough to try his spell out. Getting up from his stony seat, he left the space he'd come to think of as his study. The cavern Odahviing had chosen for his lair had been spacious enough, but the argonian had soon set summoned frost atronachs to work, having the ice-giants carve out a few basic creature comforts from the bare rock of the cavern. It was spartan bordering on primitive - some shelf-space gouged into the wall, a low ledge smoothed into a bench and a boulder leveled until it could serve as a table. Just functional enough for him to continue his work. Comfort would have to wait...
He saw the deer carcass near the cave mouth, and hearing Odahviing's roar in the distance assumed the dragon had deposited his catch and went off to patrol the surrounding area. The argonian made a note to butcher the deer later, but right now he had more important things on his mind. His feet took him to the paddock made of lashed-together saplings, and the impressive beast housed in it.
The stallion was an import from Cyrodiil, a massive draft horse of a breed rarely seen in Skyrim, its muscles bulging with every step under his black and white coat. The piebald steed had cost the argonian a small fortune, but had proven an excellent mount, and more importantly added to an image he'd built.
Rhi-Syleth's greatest strength was his keen mind and the forces it allowed him to manipulate, but he saw no need to advertise this fact. Whenever the reptile rode out, he made sure to do so in impressive heavy armor, with a massive war-hammer strapped to his back. While he was proficient in the weapon's use, he didn't truly depend on it. The thing was even enchanted to weigh less, making it somewhat ineffective, but easier to carry. And it made swinging it almost effortless, further fueling the idea that it was his physical strength an opponent had to be worried about.
He let himself in the stallion's enclosure, the massive horse quickly trotting towards his master. Rhi-Syleth patted his steed's muzzle in greeting, feeling the hot huff of air against his scales as the stallion snorted in appreciation. His hand continued to trail along his neck and further over his muscular body, a glow seeming to trail after it and seep into the powerful equine.
The stallion's next snort was more empathic, his barrel chest contracting as the breath he expelled fogged in the cold air, making him look almost as fierce as the fire breathing dragons he'd faced alongside his rider. His rear legs shifted, hooves the size of diner plates crushing the snowy grass beneath them as the argonian turned his attention to what lay between them. The stallion's sheath swelled as his member began to drop, the heavy pink length snaking its way out from its hiding place between the equine's powerful haunches.
Rhi-Syleth didn't let himself become too optimistic, since his first attempt at this spell had managed to get the stallion erect, but little else. The spell was intended to instill unbearable arousal and lust in the target, but despite the fleshy shaft hanging underneath him, the stallion had not so much as lifted his head from his grazing.
This time, the result seemed more promising. The stud continued to snort, tossing his head and shaking his mane as his massive chest began to swell, the draft horse raising his muzzle to the wind and curling his lip, trying to catch the scent of a mare which he'd come to associate with such a heightened state of arousal. And despite the lack of the musk of a female in heat, his body continued to respond, his hips beginning to buck even as he slapped his length against his belly.
The stallion continued to grunt lustily as the two foot long member smacked loudly against his underside, the pink head flaring as the whole organ flexed for a second before dropping back to bob underneath him. Rhi-Syleth allowed himself a smile as he stepped back to admire his handiwork, the equine seeming to get more aroused with every passing second. His chest worked like a bellows, clouds of steam curling from his blunt muzzle even as his hips began to move, his rear hunching rhythmically as he went through the motions of mating.
It didn't seem to matter to the stallion that his shaft was moving through nothing but the chill mountain air, the trumpet-like tip spraying pre against his forelegs as his hips bucked, the muscles on his rump bunching with every thrust into an imaginary mare. Snorts turned to deep, rumbling grunts, a rhythmic slapping joining each one as the horse's thrust sent his shaft flying up to smack against his belly with the meaty sound of flesh hitting flesh.
After a few second more Rhi-Syleth was rewarded with the sight of the massive stud's tail flagging, his heavy ping sack rising against his body second before the stallion whinnied. Every vein stood out on the fleshy length as the underside of the stallion's member swelled, his flared tip erupting with a spray of equine seed. Ropes of warm cum were flung through the air before falling to the ground, steaming in the cold as the snow melted under the pearly streaks. The draft horse continued to huff through his climax, flecks of spittle flying from his muzzle as his massive shaft continued to throb, spraying his seed on the grass beneath him.
The argonian standing to the side was surprised, albeit pleasantly so, when he realized that even after the impressive display the stallion wasn't losing his erection. The heavy pink shaft remained as hard as steel even after the last spurt was launched into the air, a thin drizzle of equine spunk drooling from the tip as the flare deflated a little. The powerful stud resumed his earlier routine, his barrel chest heaving as he once again began to hump the empty air.
It only took the lust-crazed equine a few minutes to drive himself to another orgasm, his second display no less impressive than the first one as he spent his seed on the ground below him. Another load followed that one, and then another, the stallion's heavy sack seeming to deflate a little as he sprayed less and less with each climax.
By the time he came for the sixth time in a row, the mighty steed was visibly exhausted, steam billowing from his muscular body as a lather showed through his coat, his hind legs trembling as he tried to buck once again. They folded underneath him, forcing the draft horse to the ground, the mighty equine lying on his side as he struggled to catch his breath.
Rhi-Syleth had wanted to see how long the spell would last, but decided to dispel it as he began to worry it might put his mount in danger. Even as he was lying on his side in a pool of his own seed, the stallion's body had tried to work towards yet another climax, his shaft flexing as his pink pucker winked with every tensing of the internal muscles. The argonian smiled as he realized just how strong the spell was, and that he'd simply need to make it a little less potent in order to gain the tool he sought. He would be sure to keep this variant, since even though unsubtle it could prove useful as a very entertaining form of punishment, should the need arise.
And the stallion's predicament had certainly been entertaining to watch, as evidenced by the bulge in the argonian's trousers as he stood above the panting beast. The research of this spell had consumed his every waking moment since he'd started, and certain needs he'd been neglecting were making themselves apparent as he witnessed another male experience such ecstasy. There was still work to do, however, and Rhi-Syleth couldn't justify a trip down from the mountain just to slake his lust. But his eyes wandered to the large pink pucker nestled under the draft horse's tail, and he remembered how it had winked while the equine was in the throes of the spell.
After freeing his reptilian shaft from his pants, the argonian knelt behind his bulky steed, lifting his tail out of the way even as he scooped up some of the spunk the horse had sprayed all over. The exhausted draft stallion didn't seem to notice his own seed being slathered all over his exposed pucker, still taking in big gulps of air as that barrel-chest swelled with every breath.
Once the pink pucker was glistening with a pearly-white sheen, Rhi-Syleth brought the tip of his cock and aimed it for the center of the stud's tail-hole. He groaned out at the sensation of the warm, gooey flesh, amazed at the heat of the equine's body as his tapered tip speared that ring, the equine seed easing his passage into the prone beast. He'd only gone about an inch deep before the mighty beast gave an indignant snort and that pink ring squeezed around the invading length, making further progress difficult.
The reptilian male groaned out as the very means by which his steed was denying him entry made his cock twitch inside that warm passage. He was surprised by this act of defiance, since his horse had been nothing but obedient since he'd broken him to the saddle. On one side he understood the proud stallion's outrage at being mounted as if he was a common mare, but he should have known by now not to deny his master anything. Still, Rhi-Syleth suspected he would enjoy teaching the stallion that lesson the second time around.
He tightened the grip on the draft-horse's tail and yanked it up further, easily pushing forward and spearing the stud's pucker despite the other male's attempts to push him out of his body. The progress was slow but relentless, the argonian groaning in delight as the stallion's struggles only served to heighten his pleasure, both from the sensation of the equine passage squeezing around his invading shaft and a deeper, more complex reason.
"Mmhhh, tight little mare, winking around a nice thick shaft..." he almost growled, regretting the equine couldn't understand him as the humiliating remark made his cock twitch within its confines, squirting into the larger male and making further penetration easier.
His intention had been to merely blow off some steam, but the stallion's defiance had changed the nature of their encounter. Now, Rhi-Syleth was determined to demonstrate his dominance in a very basic but effective way - by rutting the other male fiercely and leaving him dripping his seed. Once his scaly hips met the draft-horse's muscular rear, he gave himself only a moment to savor that small victory of being hilted in the larger male despite the equine's efforts to keep him out. With a hiss of satisfaction he drew most of his shaft out of the stud's warm behind before plunging back in with enough force to make the horse's muscular haunches ripple.
The stallion snorted indignantly and continued his attempts to expel the invading length, but knew better than to try and kick out against his master and rider. The reptilian male settled into an almost feral rhythm, repeatedly sliding his shaft out of the stud's cum-slicked hole before driving every last inch back in with one stroke.
The argonian wasn't sure at which point his steed had conceded defeat, but as he pumped the stallion's rear he noticed the other male was no longer trying to keep him out, the horse's ears flicked back against his head as he seemed to accept his role as a mare. It was only then that Rhi-Syleth realized that he'd been holding his own climax off until he'd seen the powerful equine surrender like this.
"There's a good little slut. And now for your reward..." the argonian said with a leer as he imagined what that thick pink ring would look like with his seed oozing from it.
Not holding back any longer, the reptile clenched his jaw, sharp teeth glinting across his muzzle as he began to work the stallion's pucker in lightning-fast strokes, barely pulling out as he pummeled the other male's rear. Feeling himself close to the edge he yanked back on the stallion's tail, pulling his rear towards him as he hilted himself in that warm, tight tunnel just as his shaft throbbed, sending the first of many ropes of reptilian spunk into the conquered equine's muscular rump.
He continued to grind his hips against that muscular rump until every last drop had oozed into the other male's body, a thin string of his seed connecting the tip of his cock to the well-bred equine pucker after he pulled out. But as strangely satisfying as the interlude had been, he still had a lot of work to do. He'd come back to clean the stallion up once the beast had rested. And if the drafter harbored any ill feelings, Rhi-Syleth was sure he'd feel different when the time came to test the next version of this spell...
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"Las Yah Nir..." the argonian almost hissed the draconic phrase, the magic of the words making the half-visible shapes in the distance glow in the argonian's sight.
The herd was where Odahviing said they would be, and as he slowly rode closer to them he picked up one of the shapes that was glowing brighter than the other elk - a huge bull whose proud rack marked him as the dominant male in the herd. The reptile focused his mind on him, enacting a simple enough spell that would keep the wild animal perfectly docile unless he himself harmed it.
The other elk took flight for the safety the trees provided, but the magically ensnared bull remained, looking up from his grazing to inspect the approaching rider and mount. One look at the majestic animal told Rhi-Syleth he'd chosen well. What he had in store would be quite an ordeal, but he was confident the large male would make it through without injury.
He unlaced his pants as his cock emerged from its slit, aroused by the very thought of the impending 'test'. In order to save Tamriel, the argonian had mastered the more overt applications of force. The dragonborn had absorbed knowledge at a pace no mortal should have been able to, and destiny had made sure he would have plenty of opportunity to hone his newfound skills.
Raw elemental power was his to command, either finely focused or unleashed upon his foes en masse. Powerful daedra answered his call and obeyed his every command, pitiless shock-troops the dovahkiin could conjure out of thin air. The potential behind the undead had not escaped his notice, but Rhi-Syleth had found the idea distasteful, and knew it would make him loathed no matter how much good he did. He could bring up mighty wards to shield him from killing blows, and knit his flesh together in a matter of seconds when those proved insufficient.
But it was the school of illusion he turned to now, an altogether more subtle area of study, whose potential he was nevertheless eager to explore. This would be the path to an altogether different kind of power, one he found more enticing with every passing day. But before he applied this new knowledge, he would need to gain a better command of it.
He ran his hand along the elk's body, his finger's making furrows in the thick fur until he reached his rear. Lifting his tail out of the way he was greeted with the sight of the cervine pucker, a pink ring in the midst of cream-colored fluff. Placing the tip of one finger in the center of the bull's rosebud, the reptile pushed forward even as the proud beast's orifice clenched up. Despite the bull's efforts to fight him, his digit slipped in, more of it soon sinking into the grunting male's warm insides.
With a leer Rhi-Syleth began to stroke his own shaft even as his finger slid in and out of the cervine rump, the animal making protesting noises but not trying to get away, tall instincts to flee or fight still held at bay by the argonian's spell. The beast wasn't relaxing as much as the reptile might have hoped, and he started to suspect he never would. That did not deter him as he slipped in another finger inside the grunting bull, the ring of muscle pulsing around the digits as the argonian worked to stretch him out.
The shaft in his hand seemed to throb in time to every squeeze of the elk's pucker around his fingers as he continued to pump the proud bull's tight pink ring. If the beast could understand what he had in store he might have been more willing to let the scaly male give his ass a good stretching.
By the time he had four digits sliding in and out of the grunting cervine's clenching behind Rhi-Syleth couldn't wait any longer for the next part. Pulling his fingers out he took a second to admire his handiwork - the elk's once virgin orifice was turning a nice rosy-red from the vigorous finger-fucking, the pucker gaping slightly despite the bull's best efforts to close it shut.
Still gripping his shaft he walked around the elk until he was facing the proud bull. He grabbed his antler with one hand, drawing his head down until his muzzle was less than a foot away from the reptilian cock he was now vigorously pumping. Just the thought of what was in store for the regal male drove him over the edge, the argonian hissing as he sent ropes of reptilian seed shooting all over the elk's muzzle until the other male's face was covered in sticky white streaks.
Once he got his breath back he stood to the side of the bull and called his mount over. The draft stallion showed little interest in the cervine male at first, but after Rhi-Syleth put a hand on his muzzle and a familiar energy began to flow through him from his master, he found himself paying more attention to the elk's rump.
The bull stood still as the stallion huffed against his rear, only letting out an annoyed bark after the equine gave his furry behind a little nip. He recognized it as a gesture that establishes dominance between male and female, and his instinct told him to fight the other male to prove his superiority. But as soon as the though surfaced in his mind it vanished as the argonian's spell held him securely in its thrall.
An altogether different spell was having a visible effect on the stallion as the stud's massive pink shaft began to drop and quickly grow erect, the veins along the fleshy rod standing out as the mighty organ swelled to its full size. The stallion continued to nibble on the rump of the protesting elk as Rhi-Syleth magic filled him with an insatiable desire to mount anything he could, including another male.
A few seconds later he did just that, rearing up and settling his considerable weight on the bull's back, the mounted male bugling in protest as he struggled under the draft horse's bulk. Annoyance gave way to panic after he felt a wild thrust into one of his furry cheeks and he realized what the stallion on his back intended to do.
Rhi-Syleth could see the elk fighting his spell, fear and outrage at being mounted like a female desperately trying to find purchase in his mind despite the enchantment fogging it. It was in vain, of course, and the argonian's magic held him firmly in place. His mount was huffing lustily into the fur on the cervine's neck, the muscles in his powerful haunches bunching up as he thrust blindly at his strange new mare.
The argonian decided to help him just a little and reached back to raise the bull's tail out of the way, exposing the well-fingered pucker to the stallion's probing cock. The stud's twitching shaft was spraying wildly with every buck of his hips, his flared head stabbing all over the elk's behind as he sought out something it could sink into. The cervine male had cried out when one poke found his own swollen orbs, and made altogether more alarmed noises whenever the flared head nestled against his pink ring.
The trumpet-like tip gushed equine juices as the stallion tried to force himself into that warm spot under the bull's tail, and Rhi-Syleth could actually see the two-foot pole bend a little with each thrust as the bull fought against the prodding length with every ounce of strength he had. Normally, a male might have been deterred by such a display and lost interest, but the reptile knew the enspelled steed would not give up so easily. The piebald horse continued to thrust against the elk's now slick pucker, the flared head seeming to dimple the ring a little more with every thrust until it finally sank in, followed a second later by a foot of hard equine flesh.
The once proud bull's bugle sounded almost like a bleat as the massive stud claimed his tight cervine ass, the elk's eyes showing whites as even the searing pain of forced penetration failed to snap him out of the spell Rhi-Syleth had laid. The pink pucker was stretched so taught it was invisible, the stallion's fleshy rod seeming to sink directly into that creamy fur. He could see the elk's muscles clenching as the beast tried in vain to expel the equine intruder lodged under his tail while the stallion rested on his back, savoring both the triumph of having found the bull's orifice as well as the sensation of the other male's struggles.
The mighty draft horse shuffled his hind-legs a little, getting closer to his strange new mare as he climbed a little further onto the elk's back. He gripped the bull's waist firmly, holding his mate securely in spite of the fact the elk hadn't moved a single hoof since the spell was first cast on him. Satisfied with his hold on the impaled male, the stallion gave a sharp buck, drawing another pained cry from the cervine even as a few more inches of horse meat were forced inside the panicking beast's body.
Pain and humiliation were one thing, but the argonian standing to the side didn't want the bull to be injured by his mount's rutting. Releasing the elk's tail, and noting the animal didn't bother pressing it back down, he laid his hand on the beasts heaving chest, a gold radiance quickly disappearing beneath the bull's hide. The magic would heal any damage as soon as it occurred, but could not dull the pain the beast was obviously feeling as the stallion began slowly rutting him, obviously determined to sink all two feet of equine flesh into the bull's freshly deflowered rump.
Despite his size, the elk was having a difficult time just carrying the weight of the massive stud. Add to that the degradation of being claimed like a doe, as well as the force of the stud's thrusts, and it was taking every bit of the beast's energy just to keep from collapsing. Saliva dripped off the tongue hanging from his mouth, the elk struggling to breathe as every thrust of the male mounting him drove the air out of his lungs.
He'd been forced to spread his hind-legs a little to bear the horse's weight, remembering with shame how the does would do the same whenever he'd climb on their backs. The cloven hooves in front were dug into the grass beneath him as every thrust from the massive stallion threatened to knock him over. But the worst of all was the searing pain under his tail as his body was forced to stretch around the throbbing length, the knowledge that another male was rutting him and will no doubt continue to do so until the once proud bull was dripping with his seed, the scent of it announcing to everyone that he'd been claimed by another male.
The draft horse had been aware the elk beneath him was a male long before he'd inspected his rear and caught sight of the bull's bulging sack and heavy sheath. The masculine musk was unmistakable, an normally not attractive to the stocky equine, but once his master had touched him and he felt a tingle run from the scaly hand and into his body, the scent became every bit as enticing as a mare in heat, and the pink ring of muscle under the cervine tail every bit as inviting as a winking equine slit.
The clenching of the bull's pucker as he desperately fought him reminded him of his own recent penetration, and the memory only served to urge him to display his dominance over the mighty elk. As his massive hooves dug into the bull's furry flanks, the stud's teeth bit the once proud beast just above his shoulders, a mating bite the other male seemed to recognize as he gave another pitiful bleat, his ears folding against his head at this most recent outrage.
Every inch he pushed past the squeezing pucker only made the stallion more desperate to sheathe himself entirely, to feel the bull's orifice pulsing around the thick base of his cock as the entire steely length throbbed within him. The sheer heat and tightness of his unwilling mate were getting to him, and the mighty stud felt his tail flagging as his bouncing sack began to tingle.
He snorted against the elk's fur as he bit him a little harder, just barely managing to slide his medial ring past the protesting male's pucker as his shaft began to swell with the first pulse of equine seed. He held himself still as he emptied himself into the other male, the bull letting out strange whines at this latest humiliation. He redoubled his attempts to eject the equine flesh from his well-bred pucker, hoping that his ordeal had at last come to an end and not wishing to have the stallion under his tail a second longer. All his efforts managed to do was milk the drafter's shaft, the heavy balls twitching in their pink sack as the elk was well and truly bred.
Rhi-Syleth watched from the side, leering at the pair as he stroked his shaft. Since the stallion was not all the way in, he could see every throb of the stud's mighty cock as it seeded the bull's behind, not a single gooey drop leaking from that pulsing pucker. He knew the poor beast was no doubt hoping for relief, but he also knew there wouldn't be any yet.
Just as expected, the stallion's shaft remained firm and as soon as the last squirt of equine essence was planted in the cervine rump, the mighty beast resumed his rutting. The bull bugled in shock as the male mounting him gave another buck, the shaft sliding in with greater ease now that the stallion's massive load was greasing the way.
Despite the tight seal the cervine pucker formed around that pink rod, Rhi-Syleth saw the horse's spunk squirt around the invading shaft, the bull obviously too full for both the equine's cock and his seed as another few inches sank into his quivering rump. Little by little, the stud fed the thickest portion of his massive member into his 'mare', letting out a satisfied nicker once his hips were flush with the bull's behind.
He took a few seconds to savor the sensation of the cervine pucker stretched so taught around the base of his cock that the bull couldn't even clench it. But once those few moments were passed, the horse began to mate the elk in earnest, sliding more than half his cock out before driving it in again with a merciless thrust.
The argonian enjoyed the spectacle of the stud's rutting, his haunches rippling as he sent that glistening pink length sawing in and out of the bull's messy rear. Each thrust pumped some of the equine's spunk out of his unwilling mate, the mess leaking from the elk's abused hole and along the equine member. The warm goo dripped down the stud's swinging sack, his massive orbs looking no lighter than they'd been before he'd bred the bull's ass. They smacked wetly as they hit the elk's own bulging pair, the rutting horse quickly working himself up towards another climax.
Eventually the last trace of fight had been fucked from the bleating bull, the cervine obviously struggling just to keep breathing as he was given a rutting a draft mare would have found difficult to endure. The stallion on his back was long past caring, focusing on nothing but the tight warmth of the elk's body wrapped around his slick cock as the member continued to plunge in and out of his reluctant mate.
When his next orgasm hit, the stud lifted his head and whinnied, announcing to the world his conquest over the bull impaled on his cock. The conquered elk panted desperately, flecks of foam visible around his muzzle as he once again felt that rush of heat filling his speared rump as another male pumped his seed under his tail. His body remained rooted in place even as his mind rebelled as he once again felt the thick goo churning deeper into his body as if he was a doe in heat.
Rhi-Syleth waited for the stallion's pulses to die down before dispelling the charm holding the elk in place. With his mind unshackled, the well-bred bull began to struggle underneath his equine mate, terrified of the prospect of yet another savage rutting. The stallion was surprised by the cervine's sudden attempts to break free, and although he tried to keep a grip on him the other male eventually managed to drag himself from underneath the massive equine.
The sound of the stud's massive flare leaving the bull's pucker was almost like a cork being popped from a bottle of wine, a gush of white goo following the bell-like tip of the equine's monstrous cock. The bull tried to bolt too fast on limbs that were still shaking, causing his forelegs to buckle and fold underneath him, giving both the argonian and the equine a perfect view of his cum-drenched rump as it remained raised in the air, the soreness of that slick pucker causing the elk to keep his tail up.
The bulky equine tossed his head and began to advance towards the prone bull, his cum-slicked cock still bobbing between his legs, but having decided the elk had been bred well enough the leering argonian released the spell's hold on his mount. Without the magic fanning the flames of his lust like a blacksmith's bellows, the stallion no longer had any interest in the male still dripping his seed and began to nibble at the grass beneath him, his wet shaft sliding back into its sheath as other appetites rose to the surface. The bull recovered quickly and used his rapist's sudden disinterest to flee into the woods, oblivious or unconcerned about the trail of equine cum he was leaving behind him.
Rhi-Syleth patted his steed's flank as he mounted up, steering the drafter towards the path back up the mountain. He felt satisfied in more ways than one, having witnessed the final result of months of arduous labor. With this new subtle instrument he could begin to set his plans into motion, and the thought of the new challenge ahead of him filled him with a burning eagerness to face it. But first he'd share his results with Odahviing, knowing full well the dragon would be quite interested both to hear of his success, and the details of how it was proven...