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Faylas had woken up late in the morning after a long day of running around the endless maze of sewers beneath Mournhold. Just how necessary was it to have so many tunnels under the city? She did hear that the ruins of the old city lie inside, and that would explain why it was so elaborate. It had been very exhausting for her playing for both teams of the tremendous political powers in Mournhold: King Helseth and the goddess, Almalexia.
Faylas hadn’t forgotten her strange, sexual encounter with Helseth a couple days ago. It was a very interesting experience considering he had made it explicitly clear that he doesn’t particularly enjoy her company. Regardless, she hadn’t interacted with him much since, as he was aware of her working with Almalexia. He had dismissed her for the next couple of days to continue doing Goddess’ bidding and to report back to him with all the details.
Tomorrow, Helseth tasked Faylas with a duel against his strongest champion, Karrod. He planned to explain it to her when they were out in the courtyard where Faylas was forcefully subjected to his…particular kink for the first time.
How awful it was that he had planted the seeds inside her for liking his gassy interests. There was absolutely no way that she was into that unironically now. Her being able to orgasm twice was merely incidental to him putting on a decent performance irrespective of his flatulence. That’s right, she had decided it was all just a coincidence.
Even so, she didn’t have to deal with King Helseth today. Instead, she was reporting to Almalexia at the temple for she perhaps may have Faylas fetch some other enchanted artifact. She recalled that the healer, Galsa Andrano, was extremely worried about the Goddess as she hadn’t walked among the people in the last half century or so. Her sermons, once preached of empathy and charity, were not ladened with negativity and an emphasis on punishing the impious. Supposedly, she was quite personable to even the common folk back in the day. Now she was a recluse within the confining walls of her Temple.
That alone made Faylas suspicious of Almalexia’s motives. Even though she didn’t have a choice in working for either her or Helseth, she would be doing some of her own personal investigation if it helped her feel some control over the situation.
At the very least, Almalexia was much more pleasant to be around compared to insufferable Helseth, whose charm easily melted away after being in his presence for more than ten minutes. In fact, Faylas had the privilege of meeting Almalexia yesterday.
The high priest, Gavas Drin, had instructed her to retrieve Barilzar’s Band from a deep, musty crypt in the sewer labyrinth. Faylas had no love for the dank sewers, nor for the undead lich she fought against for the ring. But after successfully securing the relic, she reported back to Gavas, who told her to deliver the ring directly to the Goddess herself.
What a relief it was to return to the surface. The smell of the sewers may well have burnt several holes through her sinus cavity. It wasn’t until she went through the doors of the high chapel that Faylas truly found a sight that eased her muddied senses.
Almalexia stood—or rather floated—radiantly at the center of a raised, stone platform surrounded by her Hands—the highest-ranking ordinators in all Morrowind. The Hands looked ravishing in their pink gold Indoril armors with their powerful enchantments, but it was truly the Goddess who held the most mystical aura in this room.
Almalexia greeted her firmly and politely. Her head raised high was draped in curly red hair held up in a loose bun, and her shoulders jutted back with confidence. The enchanting glow of her magicka was strong and enveloped the surrounding space. Faylas could only imagine how powerful her aura would have looked back in her prime.
Almalexia was sparsely dressed but wore emerald green breastplates and pauldrons along with an ornamental, layered loincloth heavy with jewels and embroidered patterns. The Goddess’s gold Chimer skin truly transcended both time and space. It was like Faylas was looking into the past of what her people once looked like thousands of years ago. It was at this first meeting that Faylas realized it had been some time since she had laid eyes on such a beautiful woman.
Almalexia had thanked Faylas for returning her precious ring. Unfortunately, the Goddess was very quick to dismiss Faylas after a few exchanges and banter made awkward by her own nervousness. Faylas let out a cough to clear her throat, stalling for time.
“Wait.”
Almalexia looked over at her with her raised head and all the patience of a saint.
“Would you mind telling me what it is you intend to do with the Mazed Band?”
There was an awkward silence and the shuffling of the Hand’s armored boots. Perhaps it was a touchy question to ask.
“Do not concern yourself with this matter, my dear. For I will reawaken the power in this ring and use it to serve the Temple and all of Morrowind.”
Almalexia’s voice was ethereal and angelic. Faylas gave a courteous bow before she excused herself from the high chapel.
Today, Faylas planned to visit Almalexia and continue doing her bidding. Even though it was late into the morning, she had a hunch that the Lady would still be pleased to see her regardless.
Faylas left the local inn armed with her trusty fire-enchanted katana and clad in her custom-made, bonemold armor. Over her greaves, she decided to wear her favorite blue skirt with celestial embroidery. It was something she had picked up in Tel Mora months ago when she was starting to make a decent amount of coin. She also decided to wear her hair down for whatever reason. She usually preferred to keep it pulled back for the sake of combat, but something deep down convinced her to dress to impress the Lady of the Temple.
Faylas arrived and greeted Fedris Hler along the way, insisting that she could report directly to the Goddess. Inside the chapel, she once again found herself in a state of pure awe, getting another chance to take in Almalexia’s radiance.
The Goddess gave a pleasant smile as she saw Faylas come into view of the stone platform. She walked up the steps and greeted her.
“My Lady.” Faylas bowed. “I have returned to do as you command.”
“Ahh, Faylas. Thank you for reporting back to me. I was actually thinking we could meet in my private quarters and speak there.”
For some reason, Faylas’ stomach felt like it sunk low inside her. There’s something familiar about the way her interaction was going so far. Either way, she spaced out, taking in the sight of the glowing Goddess before her, and nodded approvingly.
“Yes, My Lady.”
The Hands commanded Faylas to remove her weapons, but they did not make her put on the magic-restraining bracers that the royal guards from the palace made her wear alone with King Helseth. They must have underestimated the magical abilities of anyone that met with the Goddess in private and thought they were nowhere near her level. They were very justified in that assumption with Faylas, as she did not use magic herself very often.
Faylas followed Almalexia into her expansive chambers. A large bed of satiny, lavender covers lay at the center of a marble platform similar to the one in the high chapel. The room had a large bay window, overlooking a beautiful courtyard full of plants. The ceiling was coffered and packed full of intricate House Indoril design motifs. The contents of the room itself were typical bedroom items such as a vanity and multiple dressers. A full alchemy station veering off to the side had also piqued the attention of Faylas.
Faylas walked in the direction of the fancy alchemy apparatus. She was then interrupted by a pair of lips tasting of lipstick pressed up against her mouth. Her eyes bugged out, surprised by the firmness and sudden nature of it. She reflexively pulled back to find Almalexia’s golden eyes peering right into her very soul and arms wrapped around her neck. The candlelight from the room seemed to reflect off the waves of her brilliant, red hair.
Faylas didn’t know what to say and sputtered. She was terrified by the Goddess’s beauty so close up and personal, as though a hot coal was touching her skin. She also didn’t know how to feel about the situation, as something felt very off about it.
“I’m going to be frank with you, Faylas.” Almalexia said in a low, sultry voice. “I do not actually have any current plans for you. However, I felt it necessary that I properly reward you for finding my Mazed Band. I was eager to reawaken the ancient enchantments in that ring and rushed you out of my temple. Forgive me for my rudeness.”
Almalexia craned her neck and began leaving a trail of plush kisses down Faylas’ neck. She let out an involuntary sigh as her body betrayed her, giving in to the pleasure.
“Oh, it’s fine actually. I uh—”
“You are frightened.” Almalexia cupped Faylas’ face and pouted her lips. She had the expression of a concerned mother that nearly put Faylas at ease for a brief moment.
“My Lady,” Faylas placed her hand on Almalexia’s. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I’m perfectly fine with any other kind of reward. Don’t feel like you have to do all of this for me.”
It was Faylas’ own idea to turn down Almalexia but unfortunately it was not the right way of going about it. This only made Almalexia lean in closer and try to convince Faylas with even more kisses.
“Ohh, but I insist. Let me treat you.”
Her breath had tickled against Faylas’ ear, and her lip brushed up against it. It made her break out into goose bumps from all the teasing. It seemed that rejecting the Goddess’ advances wasn’t much of an option if she’s just going to double down and frame it as some sort of polite favor. Perhaps it was her fault for gawking at Almalexia every time they interacted, but even then, who wouldn’t do that? Even though it was sudden, Faylas figured she could probably get into the mood as this went on.
“Well if you say so, My Lady.” Faylas said hesitantly.
“So,” Almalexia pulled Faylas in close. “How do you like it?”
“Gosh, I—“ Images from her encounter with Helseth the other day flashed in her mind. Gods, there’s no way she really wanted that. “It’s kind of embarrassing. I’m not sure if you’d enjoy it.”
“My dear mortal, I have been around for thousands of years, and I have much experience with many kinks. If you can think of it, then assume I’ve done it.”
Faylas hadn’t considered the vast sexual experience Almalexia had, being as ancient as she was. The idea that she performed every kink imaginable under the moons and sun made her mind go to strange and twisted places. The mysteriousness and uncertainty of the thought sent a shiver down her spine.
“Now don’t be shy. Tell your Goddess of your deepest desire.” Almalexia draped her hands just above Faylas’ rear and nibbled the tip of her ear.
“Ahh. Could you maybe fart? Like on me or during sex?”
“Does flatulence turn you on then? Interesting, it has been some time since I’ve done that with a mortal. You’re a nasty one, aren’t you? Very well, I will indulge you.”
Almalexia motioned Faylas towards her bed above the marble steps. It was a large bed with a sheer, curtain canopy hanging over it, making it resemble a palanquin. Almalexia commanded Faylas to strip down nude and recline on the bed while she got herself prepared. She would occasionally shoot glances at Faylas with a faint smile, likely admiring Faylas’ figure as she shedded her layers of armor, and slowly unveiled her figure.
Meanwhile, Almalexia was not only removing the coral red lipstick from her mouth but also rummaging through a cabinet full of tiny potions in small, delicate bottles. She must have had something very specific in mind because it took her some time to find a small vial that she finally plucked from her vast assortment. She unscrewed the cap and drank its contents. Her throat moved as she swallowed the liquid down.
“I believe this works within seconds of consuming it. It has been some time since I last utilized it.”
Almalexia came strutting towards the bed and grazing her fingers across her soft belly. Faylas tilted her head, confused about what she had meant. The Goddess then gripped her gut; something was moving around in there.
“Ahh, here it comes.”
A long, brassy fart ripped from her ass. Faylas perked herself up to full attention, somehow enjoying the offensive noise.
“Mmm, there we go.” Almalexia said with a breathy voice.
She turned herself around and peered over her shoulder—winking at Faylas. She let her graceful hands run down and caress her body, tracing out her curves. All of this was for Faylas’ pleasure, and she seemed to enjoy the view of Alamalexia’s wide hips and her protruding stomach and love handles. From head to toe, her form was covered in decorative, black tattoos that went with the flow of her figure. Almalexia toyed around with her perky, mid-sized breasts, pulling and squashing them and then rubbing her hands down to her abundant waist.
Now, she smoothed out the fabric against her plump rear—a dangerous weapon of destruction. She released multiple meaty farts, letting out melodic sighs with each one as though it was of such great relief. Falyas could see the fabric of the Goddess’s loincloth vibrating with each one. Why was it that she could feel her mouth water and wished she could smell every fiber in that rancid fabric?
Faylas couldn’t take it anymore. She whimpered to herself and let her wandering fingers graze up against her completely sodden slit.
“Mmm is this to your liking, Faylas?” Almalexia raised her interlaced hands against the back of her head with her elbows pointed to the ceiling. She stuck her massive rear back and had begun to sway it around. Her golden cheeks bounced as multiple rumbling farts slipped out of her supple rear with each shake. “Do you want more of my farts?”
“Yess, My Lady. Please.” Faylas begged, circling her fiery clit with anticipation.
Almalexia looked very pleased by her eagerness.
“Then come over and venerate your Goddess.”
Almalexia motioned Faylas to come forward with a daring pull of her finger. The Dunmer woman mindlessly obeyed and dropped onto her knees before the Goddess. Almalexia brought one curvy leg forward and angled it towards Faylas.
“Kiss.” Almalexia commanded, her voice confident but not demeaning.
Faylas nodded and pulled Almalexia’s leg closer to her. She planted several kisses from the calf down to the back of her knee and traveled up to her thighs. Her gold, Chimer skin was clean-shaven and glistened in the light of the chandeliers. Faylas, on the contrary, did not bother shaving her legs. She felt so undeserving to serve the Goddess in this way, and yet that sentiment excited her all the same.
“Yes, just like that. Worship me.” Almalexia said blissfully.
Her stomach continued to groan and let out low, wailing farts that clung to the humid air with a foul stench. Faylas moaned with each ejection of gas. Her kisses evolved into light nips and sucking of the flesh as the rancid stink made her dizzy with arousal.
“Well done.” Almalexia mused. “Are you ready to take a close whiff of my aroma?” She pulled away, turned around, and wagged her rear—dangerously close to Faylas’ face. Faylas felt herself salivate eagerly like an obedient dog.
“Yes please, My Lady. I need it so bad. Please!” Faylas begged.
“Good girl, here’s your reward.”
Faylas felt the back of her head get pulled, and her face was now snug between Alamexia’s two cheeks with only the thin fabric of the loincloth standing in the way. It was full of the Goddess’ natural sweaty scent and the stink of the farts she had been teasing Faylas with.
A long, bubbling fart came booming out of Almalexia’s sputtering ass cheeks that lasted nearly a full minute. She held it all in for Faylas’ personal enjoyment. The sound was like disgusting music to her ears and all the while Almalexia held Faylas’ face to make sure she wouldn’t pull away. The Dunmer woman sniffed the divine concoction of rotten filth and sweat and made sure not to waste any of it.
“Ahh, that is the stuff of goodness.” Almalexia moaned, patting her belly. She looked very satisfied and proud of her performance.
“Get on the bed.” She ordered.
Faylas pulled herself into the large bed, lying down. Almalexia followed after her and backed her rear toward Faylas’ face once again with her nose situated between the cheeks. Faylas suddenly felt a pair of cushiony lips kiss at the folds between her legs, and she shuddered with pure bliss.
“Enjoy yourself, mortal, for few get to delight themselves with this level of servitude from the divine.”
Almalexia’s sensual kisses evolved into licks circling around Faylas’ clit and some attention to her folds too. It was evident that the Goddess wanted to take her time and let Faylas enjoy herself. It made it easy to see how Almalexia’s kindness and giving nature weren’t something of a myth. Sure, she acted way too serious and proud to seem genuine, but there were remnants of her old self on display here.
As Almalexia worked her magic with her tongue, she began ejecting more nasty farts for Faylas to savor. She inhaled them all deeply, relishing the putrid smell of whatever Almalexia had eaten that day. With her face deep in another woman’s ass, there was no more denying her own enjoyment of this kink.
Faylas reached her arm around Almalexia’s thigh and tried to reach her fingers under the Goddess’ wet lips, but her arm was at an odd angle. She rubbed her oblique fingers in a circle around the lips, and she could feel Almalexia twitch and exhale from the touch.
“Does this feel alright, My Lady?” Faylas pulled her head away from Alamexia’s rear so her voice wasn’t muffled.
“Yes, it is fine. Please continue.”
Faylas rubbed Almalexia with tight arcs while the Goddess turned up the heat with more steamy farts and an increase to the speed of her tongue. With her senses completely overwhelmed and a climax building up, Faylas was in a state of stupor. She pulled the loincloth away from the sweaty cheeks and slipped her tongue into Almalexia’s crack, licking around the rim of her anus. The strong concentration of pure pheromones was enough to send her over the edge.
“Mortal, you are really asking for it right now.” Almalexia teased. She appeared to be getting near her own climax, as hinted by her panting.
“Here comes another one. Get ready.”
A wet, rumbling fart released against Faylas’ tongue, and this completely overloaded her senses. Faylas came rapidly, and the orgasm rippled through her entire core. Almalexia herself followed soon after, turning into a shuddering mess herself.
The Goddess slid her sweaty bottom off of Faylas’ body and turned to admire the view. Her intense gaze moved up and down Faylas‘ body and she felt the instinctual need to cover herself. She still didn’t quite feel she deserved this type of reverence from a god. Her body hair was unkempt, and her slender but athletic body had lost some of its muscle mass and body fat, not having time to devote to fitness.
Almalexia noticed Faylas coil back ever so slightly and brushed her arm affectionately.
“Well done.” She said with a reassuring smile. “You can go one more round for me, can’t you, my dear?”
Faylas nodded with enthusiastic affirmation. She had a feeling she’d get into the mood eventually, but this was quite the transformative experience. How could she turn the offer down when she had gotten this far?
“Good girl, I know you can take it.”
Almalexia pulled Faylas into her embrace, lying down on their sides on the bed. They continued to kiss each other rapturously, with Faylas tasting her own pussy on the Goddess’ delicate lips. Almalexia shifted her plush, golden thigh upward and parted Faylas’ thighs. Faylas does the same thing, and now they were both interlocked with each other’s thighs slipped underneath their wet slits.
They began to ride each other, and their breathing hitched as their blissful moans persuaded each other into speeding up. Faylas loved the soft texture of Almalexia’s strong yet fleshy thighs. The lack of gap between them gave as much away, but Faylas could hardly complain.
A brassy blast sputtered from behind the Goddess and her pretty sigh spoke for itself at the sweet relief of gas.
“Fuck yes, keep doing that, please!” Faylas begged, rubbing herself hard onto the thigh.
The Goddess playfully chuckled and emptied herself of the remaining flatulence inside her as they ground against each other. The stench clung desperately to the steamy air between them, and Faylas was finding it increasingly difficult to hold onto her waning consciousness.
They both orgasmed again, as the friction of their thighs was like kindling to their fire. Their hands were wrapped around each other’s slick torsos, a sort of loving embrace from the mother Goddess. When her breath finally slowed, Almalexia kissed Faylas’ forehead and moved away.
“I hope that was very much to your liking, Faylas.”
She removed herself from the bed and made her way to a linen cabinet. She removed two towels and levitated one in the direction of Faylas. It slowly floated through the air with grace and the warm glow of the magicka. Faylas accepted the towel into her hands. It was fresh-smelling and slightly warm.
“Feel free to clean yourself up. I have no other plans for you today, so you may leave. My Hands will see you out.”
Almalexia stood in front of her vanity and appeared to be fixing up her slightly tousled hair and reapplying her lipstick.
“Yes, My Lady. Thank you.”
Faylas wiped the slick between her legs and every damp spot of sweat from all over her body. Perhaps she could take a much-needed bath back at the local inn.
She began slipping into her clothes and fastening the straps to her armor into place when she looked over her shoulder—something catching her eye.
Almalexia was shooting a glare with the bottoms of her irises showing in the reflection of the vanity mirror. Noticing Faylas’ attention seemed to disperse that haunting expression on her face, and she resumed her focus back to her hair.
A chill ran down Faylas’ spine. It was a stark reminder to keep her guard up around the Goddess, as some more sinister plans were brewing just beneath the surface.