Deception, Domination, and Dragons (Skyrim Self-Insert)

“Mmmmph~”
 
“I can’t believe I spent so much time resenting you. Honestly, to think this was your true self…”
 
“Nngh…”
 
I can’t help but grin as I watch two gorgeous Altmer females interact. Late as it is, even Tolfdir is in bed as we enjoy the semi-public Hall of Elements for this… menage de trois, the Eye of Magnus hanging over our heads, but ultimately ignored in favor of some good old fashioned sexual conquest and fun. It’s just the three of us… well, and Svanna. But my little Dragonborn is currently hiding nearby, stealthing so well that even I can’t see her.
 
Nirya, the Altmer Sorceress who had such a problem with Faralda in the game, is currently using the Master of Destruction Magic as a foot stool. Wearing an open robe and little else beyond some dominatrix straps, Nirya is sat on Faralda’s upturned ass, while pressing one foot into the back of her pigtailed hair.
 
Faralda, meanwhile, is on all fours, wearing a ball gag and some delicious restraints. Nipple rings hang from her teats, and two sets of magical shackles bind her wrists and ankles together. Any who looked upon her might have pitied the Master Mage… until they saw the puddle of pussy juices between her kneeling legs, revealing just how aroused she was by all of this.
 
It wasn’t even all that difficult to set this up. I didn’t have to do anything Charm-wise beyond the Dream Charm I’d already put on both Altmer Women. Nirya was all too eager to put Faralda in her place, and Faralda was all too eager to be put there. Well, truth be told, at first, she was just eager to ‘apologize’ to me. All it’d taken was some bellyaching about the quest she’d sent me on from her favorite person in the entire College, and the young, introverted Master of Destruction Magic had fallen all over herself to beg me for a chance to earn my forgiveness.
 
A chance I had… gracefully afforded her, with Nirya’s help. Now though, I was beginning to suspect that Faralda had absolutely no issue with any of what was happening to her. Even as Nirya lifts a functional magical dildo that sparks with runic magicka, Faralda just wiggles in place, moaning through her ball gag like the good submissive bitch she’s been reduced to.
 
Nirya smirks, but rather than use the toy on Faralda, she looks to me instead and smiles a smile of wicked glee.
 
“Mm, I can’t thank you enough for this, Vayral. Do you have any idea how many sleepless nights this bitch cost me?”
 
“Mm…”
 
“Quiet, you.”

Reaching back, Nirya does shove the magical dildo into Faralda’s cunt then, making the Master Mage squeal through her gag and fall forward a bit, her face impacting the stone as her hips lift up into the air, the dildo writhing and vibrating inside of her. The resulting spasm causes Nirya to slip off of her perch atop the other Altmer female’s ass, but she gracefully controls the slide and comes up on her feet right in front of me.
 
I catch her, letting her get her balance by grabbing onto my offered hand, and then pull her into my side, turning her so we can both watch the bound and gagged Faralda getting off to the wiggling dildo buried in her hungering twat.
 
“Magnificent…”
 
Looking to me, Nirya seems… astounded.
 
“You are my favorite person in the College, Vayral. I don’t…”
 
I just raise a brow at her, making her blush. Nirya was always very haughty and very opinionated in the game, but a lot of that seemed to be tied into her paranoia regarding Faralda. Now that I’ve stripped that away, and quite literally made myself her best friend with Dream Charm, she actually doesn’t seem to know what to do with herself. In the end, she slowly descends to her knees, making my grin widen.
 
I do so love a woman who dominates other women but knows how to bend the knee to the right man. Dressed up like a dominatrix, but acting the part of the submissive now, Nirya takes my exposed cock in one hand and lowers her mouth to it. The look she gives me, as she swallows my cockhead in between plush lips, is clearly an insecure, hopeful one. She’s trying to make sure she’s doing good.
 
I make sure to give her an encouraging smile as she bobs up and down on my cock, watching her grow more and more enthusiastic the more I groan and moan in pleasure. My positive reinforcement definitely does the trick for her, and soon she’s moaning as well, one hand down between her legs as she plays with herself while the reverberations of her voice trail up my cock quite enjoyably.
 
Meanwhile, in the background, Faralda is writhing in her rather… humiliating position. Face down, ass up, the Altmer Master of Destruction Magic squeals into her gag, eyes rolling around in her head. It’s always the quiet ones, as they say, and Faralda definitely fell into that category. Bound and gagged in a public place, at the mercy of a sex toy… and she’s very clearly having the time of her life, if the even larger puddle of pussy juices between her legs is any indication.
 
Swallowing my cock to the hilt, Nirya brings my attention back to her, even as her eyes flutter a bit. She’s clearly doing her level best to take all of my without choking, but with limited success. That’s alright though… I’m about ready to take control here. Sliding a hand through her hair, I pull the Altmer back off of my cock, and drag her up to her feet. As she coughs a little, Nirya looks at me, concerned.
 
“D-Did I do something wrong?”
 
“No, far from it. I just can’t wait any longer to be inside of you.”
 
A brighter blush than before spreads across Nirya’s face, even as I swing her around and leave her looking in Faralda’s direction. Bent over, with my hands hooked into the crooks of her arms, I thrust into her from behind, causing the beautiful Altmer Mage to squeal as she’s lifted up onto her tip toes from my cock penetrating her sopping wet folds.
 
I don’t let up either, fucking her fast and deep even as she gasps and moans and mewls, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists again and again, her toes scrambling against the stone. As she watches Faralda get off to the situation she’s put her in, she herself gets off just as much, her pussy walls flexing along my cock and her juices gushing down my length.
 
“T-That’s… that’s right, b-bitch. I’m, nngh, your M-Mistress now. You h-hear me? You’re my pet, my c-cunt. I’m going to, mm, t-take real good care of you.”
 
Despite her current state, Nirya’s words seem to penetrate the fog of Faralda’s pleasure all the same. Her glazed over eyes actually focus on the other Altmer as she speaks, and she nods even as she moans through her ball gag, confirming Nirya’s claims, agreeing with what she’s saying.
 
Heh, look at me, fixing up people’s relationships, making everyone closer to one another than ever before. I probably wouldn’t be sticking around Winterhold for much longer after becoming Arch-Mage, even if I would always be able to return at the drop of a hat with the Mark Spell. That said, the College would be my domain, and this was part of that.
 
Getting closer now, I grunt as I lean in close to whisper in Nirya’s ear.
 
“I’m going to cum…”
 
I normally don’t bother giving forewarning and may have ended up fathering quite the number of bastards across the Province at this point. But not only am I curious to hear how Nirya will respond, I already suspect I know what her answer will be. I’m not wrong, either.
 
“I-Inside! Fill me, Vayral! Make me your woman! Paint my womb with your seed!”
 
She certainly seems sure of that, but then to be fair, not only is she under the effects of Dream Charm, but I’ve also apparently changed her entire life. With one final grunt, I spill my seed into Nirya’s womb just as she requested, coating her insides with my sticky, hot jizz before pulling out slowly and making sure she keeps her feet under her.
 
After all, she might be MY fuck toy, but she’s still Faralda’s Mistress. There are certain allowances to be made.
 
Nirya stumbles as she steps away from me but keeps her feet under her all the same. Moving over to Faralda, Nirya spins the face down Altmer around, even as Faralda squeals at the sudden movement, her pierced nipples and the rings hanging from them grinding against the floor beneath her.
 
Turning Faralda around to face me, she doesn’t pull the dildo out… instead, she spreads the other Altmer woman’s ass cheeks and grins, offering me Faralda’s ass.
 
“This is all a bitch like her deserves. Go on, Vayral. Fucking wreck her.”
 
Well, who am I to say no to such an impassioned plea? Chuckling, I stride forward and proceed to sink my cock into Faralda’s ass, suspecting her to be quite virginal in this hole as she squeals and kicks her feet up and down, feeling every last inch of my intrusion. I groan in sheer pleasure as I proceed to enjoy her ass, my voice echoing throughout the Hall of Elements.
 
I’m not too worried about being discovered though. The only person in the College not under my control is… preoccupied tonight.
 
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Mirabelle Ervine and Savos Aren have been friends and colleagues for quite a long time. The Dunmer Arch-Mage was one of Mirabelle’s original instructors when she first came to the College after all, and together they had served the College of Winterhold as Arch-Mage and Master Wizard for quite a while now.
 
As such, it was quite normal for the two of them to retire to Savos’ quarters at night to discuss the goings on in the College, as well as share a couple of drinks. It had never been anything sexual between them of course, they were merely very good friends and colleagues.
 
Still, times changed… and Mirabelle had changed as well. Though the Arch-Mage didn’t know it, his Master Wizard had been suborned. Mirabelle had a new Master now, a powerful Master who she loved with all her heart and worshipped with every fiber of her soul. She would serve Vayral to the best of her abilities, and make sure that his goals were obtained.
 
“This discovery might be the most impactful of our age, don’t you think? This Eye of Magnus… Tolfdir says the amount of magicka coming off of it is staggering. We’ll have to be careful of course, but even still…”
 
Under normal circumstances, Mirabelle might have missed it. But thanks to her Master, she knows what to look for. Master Vayral had sent her to Savos Aren tonight with very specific intentions. She was to get the Dunmer Mage as drunk as possible, blackout drunk at that, and get him talking. So far, she and Savos had been drinking for a couple hours now, though Mirabelle had been concealing just how much alcohol she had had.
 
He had no reason to suspect her of doing so, and thus hadn’t noticed. More than that, the Arch-Mage had no reason to suspect she was fishing for something… and so couldn’t completely conceal his reaction to her words. At the mention of the incredible magical artifact, they had floating in the Hall of Elements, Savos twitches. For just a moment, his eyes close in pain and he’s taken back to a time long ago.
 
Her Master was right. The current Arch-Mage DID have secrets, and they DID pertain to the Eye of Magnus. Savos, drunken by this point, waves a hand airily.
 
“Yesh, well… there is much danger to be found here… hic! Sho far, we have tread carefully… but will it be enough, I wonder?”
 
Pouring the Arch-Mage another glass, Mirabelle watches with a faint smile as he immediately takes up the cup and drinks it down. Savos WANTS to get drunk right now. He’s trying to hide from something… trying to hide from his past by wallowing in alcohol.
 
“Oh? Is there something to be worried about, do you think? Is it not safe to have the Eye here at the College?”
 
Frowning, Savos doesn’t respond right away. Mirabelle pours him another cup first, and only then does he answer.
 
“No… no, should be fine… hic! But… eh…”
 
He trails off, grumbling in a way that old wizards sometimes do. Mirabelle was well-used to it, just as she was even used to Savos and her getting drunk together. It tended to lead to magical experimentation that they then had to cover up from the rest of the College. But she’d never thought he would be hiding things from her. Honestly, even if she wasn’t wholly her Master Vayral’s creature, Mirabelle would probably be a little incensed. As it is, she’s just more and more convinced that a change in College leadership is in order.
 
“What is it, Arch-Mage? For you to be worried… that speaks to something terrible.”
 
“Hmph. Not… not like it matters anyways. Even if those Shynod fellowsh ever manage anything, they can’t enter Labyrinthian… hic!”
 
He’s not even looking at her, which is good because Mirabelle jolts at the mention of Labyrinthian. That was exactly the place her Master had told her to get the Arch-Mage talking about!
 
“Labyrinthian, Savos? What’s in Labyrinthian?”
 
Still not looking at her, suddenly looking filled with regrets, he doesn’t stop her from pouring him another glass, nor does he refrain from drinking it. Normally, he would have cut himself off by now. Getting the Arch-Mage blackout drunk would be easier than she thought.
 
“Nothing… nothing important, I don’t think… hic! Just regretsh… my regretsh…”
 
Pouting, Mirabelle rolls her eyes.
 
“Come now, Arch-Mage. There must be more to it than that. Is it connected to the Eye of Magnus?”
 
At the mention of ‘Magnus’, Savos outright flinches, no longer even capable of hiding his reaction to the name. Mirabelle has started to notice it, even before this conversation. The mention of Magnus… it disquiets Savos something fierce. He HATES it.
 
“It’s…”
 
“Savos, if you try to tell me it’s nothing one more time, I will smack you. It’s obviously SOMETHING.”
 
Perhaps using her exasperated authoritarian voice on the drunken Arch-Mage is unfair, but Mirabelle is willing to do anything for her Master. Savos flinches again and then slowly nods, before pushing himself from his chair. For a moment, Mirabelle fears she’s pushed too hard and he’s just going to go to bed… but no, instead he goes to a nearby chest.
 
Rising from her own chair to follow him, the College’s Master Wizard watches as Savos opens the chest and pulls out a thick Torc. She immediately recognizes it as the item her Master tasked her with acquiring, and has to contain her excitement, even as Savos turns to her, rearing back at finding her in such close proximity.
 
After a moment though, he recovers and thrusts the Torc into her hands.
 
“H-Here. If… if something happensh to me, if… if the Eye growsh out of control, you must use this, Mirabelle. You must… hic! You must go to Labyrinthian. Do you… do you understand?”
 
Accepting the Torc with reverence, though not for the reason he would probably assume, Mirabelle looks down at the object of her Master’s desire and slowly nods, keeping the wide grin from her face and treating this with an outward seriousness as she tucks the Torc away.
 
“Of course, Arch-Mage. I understand. Now please, come sit with me. Let us drink a bit more, before bed.”
 
“… Yes. More… more drink… hic!”
 
She’d accomplished phase one of her Master’s goal. Now it was time to accomplish phase two and get Savos Aren so drunk he wouldn’t remember this conversation or how it precisely went, come morning.
 
Ah, she could hardly wait to help her Master overthrow the Arch-Mage. It mattered not to Mirabelle that Savos was her long time friend and colleague. In the end, all that mattered was her Master and his desires.

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