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

It’s quite late when we arrive back in Winterhold. So late, in fact, that Birna is fast asleep as our little trio appears in her little two story abode. I smile, ready to wake the blonde up for some late night fun, but before I can do so, there’s a hand suddenly on my shoulder.
 
“M-My… my Thane.”
 
Turning to regard Lydia, I raise a silent eyebrow at the Nord Housecarl. She had stayed absolutely silent while I was putting The Caller in her place. To be fair, the Altmer Mage had surrendered of her own volition. I hadn’t even charmed her at that point. She’d submitted out of fear, and I’d gone ahead and taken her for a ride. Even if she’d protested her treatment, she hadn’t fought back.
 
Lydia, meanwhile, hadn’t said a word in protest. She hadn’t offered up a single ounce of defense for The Caller or tried to show her vaunted Nord Honor by attempting to stop me from what most would consider a crime. After all, it wasn’t like the Altmer surrendering gave me leave to go ahead and rape her. That wouldn’t fly, not even in this wild untamed province.
 
And yet, she doesn’t look judgmental or angry now either. She looks… she looks immensely turned on.
 
“Yes, my Housecarl?”
 
I give her a grin, and Lydia goes even redder in response. Squirming and fidgeting under my gaze, she finally averts her own eyes, looking down.
 
“I… h-had a question, if it please my Thane to answer it…”
 
Exchanging a glance with Svanna, I can see that my lithe little Dragonborn is just as curious as I am. Waving a hand magnanimously, I shrug.
 
“Go on then.”
 
“Why… why haven’t you lain with me yet? Why haven’t you… taken me as you’ve taken others in my presence?”
 
Hah. So, she’d finally reached that point, had she? Humming, I consider my Housecarl for a long moment.
 
“Do you think you’ve earned that from me, Housecarl? Do you think you’ve earned your Thane’s cock?”
 
She flushes at my crass language, before straightening up. Squaring both her shoulders and she jaw, Lydia actually has a bit of a fire in her eyes as she regards me… a corrupted fire, but a fire, nonetheless.
 
“Yes, my Thane. I believe I have.”
 
I almost burst out laughing right then and there. The seriousness of the moment, juxtaposed with what the moment is about… it’s the finest absurdist comedy I’ve witnessed in a while. Here is Lydia, Housecarl to the Thane of Whiterun, so very determined to get fucked by me. Ah, the long con had indeed been fun to play with her, there was no doubt about that.
 
Of course, judging from what I see behind that determination in her eyes, she’s clearly half-expecting me to slap her, or spank her for her impudence. Something tells me she wouldn’t mind either of those outcomes either. But… well, I am in a generous mood. So, I give her a nod.
 
“Remove your armor, Housecarl.”
 
Lydia’s eyes widen in excitement, and the raven-haired beauty immediately begins following my instructions. Not really wanting anyone else to interfere, wanting to keep this a party of three, I cast a quick Pacify on a still sleeping Birna, just to make sure she stays asleep. Then, I look over at Svanna and raise a brow questioningly.
 
“How do you think we should do this, pet?”
 
Svanna blinks and cocks her head to the side, considering Lydia for a long moment, even as the Housecarl continues to hasten to remove her armor. Soon though, she’s stripped completely naked, her fine Nord body a perfect mixture of beautiful curves and taut abs and chiseled muscle. Her tits are huge, of course, once they’re no longer held down by the breast wrap, and she’s got the hips of a woman, albeit with thicc thighs that could probably pop a lesser man’s head like a watermelon.
 
And all of that packaging wrapped around one sick, twisted masochistic pig who got off on pain. Of course, that was all my doing, but still… it was sort of like turning Wonder Woman into a pain slut. Looking at Lydia now in all of her naked, raven-haired glory, that was who I was reminded of. The Princess of Themyscira, an Amazonian Warrior Woman.
 
Svanna walks over to Lydia, the latter towering over her in height, and runs her hands up and down my Housecarl’s body experimentally. Lydia flushes, and its clear she’s uncomfortable with the touch of another woman. She wants ME, not Svanna, and as she looks over at me pleadingly, I just smile.
 
“M-My Thane?”

 
Shrugging, I chuckle.
 
“You should know by now, Lydia. Svanna and I do everything important together. This was always going to be a three-way affair.”
 
I see the light of understanding dawn in Lydia’s eyes as she processes my words. I didn’t say Svanna, and I did everything together, I said we did everything IMPORTANT together. I’d fucked The Caller by myself while Svanna and Lydia had watched. But this? Lydia’s first time on my cock? That was deemed too important for Svanna to sit on the sidelines.
 
Its quite clear that Lydia actually takes this as a compliment, flattered by my words. Which to be fair, is exactly what I meant her to take away from it. I smirk, even as Svanna suddenly slaps her hand up between Lydia’s thighs, cupping her pussy and grinding the heel of her palm into the Housecarl’s quim with a very audible squelch that reveals just how blatantly wet the taller, larger Nord really is right now.
 
Lydia squeaks, an adorable mouse-like nose for such a strong, formerly independent woman. And then she moans, as Svanna grins wickedly, rubbing against Lydia’s slit and clit at the same time and driving the Housecarl to distraction.
 
Moving forward, I remove my cock from its confines and walk up to both women. Wrapping one hand around Lydia’s head and the other around Svanna’s, I kiss Svanna first, and Lydia second. Both kisses are long, extended affairs where I linger in their mouths, my tongue exploring the depths. In Svanna’s case, she gives as good as she gets, kissing me back hungrily, her own tongue doing it’s best to wrestle with mine.
 
In Lydia’s case, the submissive, masochistic Nord woman almost immediately capitulates, letting me invade her mouth with my tongue and set up base there without any sign of resistance. Her submission is as clear as day to me. She’s been broken in by our travels together… even though it hasn’t even been a WEEK. I can’t help but chuckle into her lips, before pulling back, my eyes twinkling merrily.
 
Noting Svanna’s indecision, I pass the question off to Lydia next.
 
“Well, Housecarl. The time has finally come for me to fuck you. How shall it happen? In your mind’s eye, how do you imagine it?”
 
Blushing, Lydia looks between us for a moment before collecting her thoughts.
 
“I… I should be tied up…”
 
Svanna immediately draws away, and in moments returns with rope. Lydia is forced to her knees in a mirror of what we’d done to The Caller back in her seat of power once she’d surrendered. As Svanna pulls Lydia’s hands behind her back and begins to restrain her, I stop her and direct her in doing something more… elaborate.
 
By the time Svanna is done, it’s not just Lydia’s wrists that are restrained behind her back, but a crisscrossing set of ropes all along her upper back, pulling her arms properly behind her and wrapping her tits and her neck in a way that will choke her if she tries to move or strain herself too swiftly in any one direction.
 
Nodding at Svanna’s handiwork, I smile down at Lydia, who is clearly enjoying her own discomfort quite a lot at this point, squirming in her restraints, her face flushed as her tits are squeezed by the rope wrapped around them.
 
“What next, pet?”
 
Lydia shivers.
 
“My Thane should… hurt me. N-Not as punishment… but as reward for my service to you. You should do as you like to my body… and make me cum from the pain alone.”
 
… Wow, she was certainly getting into this. I’d given her a couple days to think, and she’d already come this far? How exhilarating. I respond, rather than words, with immediate and perhaps excessive violence. Indeed, for once I do not slap Lydia across the face with my palm. Instead, I backhand her, my knuckles raking her cheek as she cries out, thrown from her knees onto the floor by the blow.
 
Reaching down, I grab her by the hair and pull her back up into a kneeling position, even as she whimpers and gurgles, the sudden force of the blow having moved her in such a way that the rope she’s restrained by tightened around her throat, choking her for a second.
 
Once she’s up again, I reach out with my free hand and pinch her nipples, one after the other.
 
“You HAVE been a good girl of late, my Housecarl. You’ve been quiet, and obedient… and very helpful. You’ve served me well. Do you want a reward?”
 
Lydia whimpers and nods as best she can in my grip, squirming. The Charm Magic affecting her mind has effectively turned her into this. A whining, mewling, whimpering BITCH in desperate need of pain at my hand. Her loyalty and honor have done the rest of the work for me, making it so she can’t even contemplate escaping my grasp. For she is my Housecarl… and sworn to carry my burdens.
 
I pinch, pull, and twist her nipple harshly before letting it go, drawing a sharp cry from her. Then, I begin to slap and smack her tits, abusing them just as harshly. The blows cause her to jolt, and the rope wrapped around her breasts and her throat to tighten. She gasps, choking, gurgling… and then bucks, her entire body seizing up as I recognize that she’s suddenly in the throes of an explosive orgasm.
 
Watching her squirt all over Birna’s floor is amusing to me, but at the same time, Svanna hasn’t participated in a while. I beckon the Dragonborn over to my side and wrap an arm around her waist as Lydia recovers. Me and Svanna makeout, even as Lydia’s breathing evens and she finds herself again. Only once she has, do I finally separate from the Dragonborn and look back down at her as Svanna does the exact same thing right alongside me.
 
“Well, Lydia? What happens next, in this perfect fantasy of yours?”
 
“Y-You… you fuck me, my Thane. You take me. I… I hadn’t thought of how… I’m sorry my Thane. I’ve failed you.”
 
Perhaps it was unfair of me to expect much from a Nord woman. Imagination was a commodity, I supposed. Letting out a faux sigh of disappointment, I just shake my head.
 
“Very well, I suppose I’m expected to do everything. Hm, it’s a little derivative, but it’s not like you’ll know any difference, now, is it?”
 
Lydia just looks at me in confusion, maybe not even knowing what derivative MEANS. Either way, I grab her by her hair and drag her over to the room’s unoccupied bed. Throwing her on top of it, I nod to Svanna… who is quite eager to hop up onto the bed as well. Bound and restrained in rope, unable to do much more than wiggle around on the bed, Lydia is in no position to stop the Dragonborn from grabbing hold of her hair and dragging her into the lither Nord’s waiting cunt.
 
As Lydia makes some manner of noise into Svanna’s pussy, perhaps a protest judging by Svanna’s warning growl and jerking, meaningful hip thrusts into her face, I just grin and climb onto the bed. Lydia isn’t even on her knees, she’s laid out prone on the bed, and I see no reason not to just enjoy her as she is.
 
And so, I spread her thicc, muscular thighs apart, and proceed to impale her upon my cock, sinking my thick, golden member into her depths from above as Lydia squeals into Svanna’s pussy lips. After a moment, the red haired Nord tilts her head back and closes her eyes, smiling as Lydia begins to do her job and eat out the Dragonborn. Meanwhile, I start fucking her, jolting her forward into Svanna’s cunt.
 
Between the two of us, we do not spare my darling Housecarl. This might be her first time being our fuck meat, but it will be far from the last. As I fuck Lydia, I keep in mind the massive fetish for pain and agony I’ve given her. My golden palms come down on her ass cheeks, one after the other, and I beat them like a pair of rented bongo drums.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!”
 
Lydia’s muffled shrieks and screams into Svanna’s quim make me quite glad that I made the arrangement I did with Birna. We could never have gotten away with this sort of thing at the College… not as things currently stood. Indeed, I actually needed to come to a decision on that front.
 
I had Dream Charmed everyone in the College of Winterhold who mattered save for Tolfdir, Arniel Gane, and Savos Aren. I could probably Dream Charm Tolfdir and Arniel Gane with ease, but I was still leery about sneaking into the Arch-Mage’s Quarters, his Inner Sanctum, and trying to do the same to him. In the game, you could literally walk into his place in the College at any time and even use his shit, like his Enchanter and his Alchemy Table. You couldn’t take anything until YOU were Arch-Mage, but other than that, no one was stopping you from walking right up the stairs.
 
I couldn’t imagine that was the case in this world. Surely, if Savos found me or Svanna in his Quarters without permission, there would be hell to pay. And while I was confident, we could KILL the Arch-Mage, I wasn’t quite so sure that we would get away with it.
 
Dream Charm could go very far… but it wasn’t absolute Mind Control, as evidenced when I’d only convinced Arcadia to give me her most prized possession by promising to bring it back once I was done with it. Even if they thought the world of me now, I could still go on to ruin their favorable disposition to me through my future actions.
 
Save for Mirabelle. The College’s Master Wizard was MINE through and through, my Dream Thrall thanks to Dream Geas. She would obey me… and she would likely be the key to my ultimate ascension within the College.
 
At the end of the day though, what was I going to do next? The main questline attached to the College was fucked. The Eye of Magnus was likely to arrive in the Hall of Elements tomorrow at some point, but with no Ancano and no Psijic Order, it was just a pretty bauble, a mysterious artifact. I could only assume the Psijic Order would have shown up by now if someone else in the College was going to fuck with the Eye in the same way Ancano would have. That they hadn’t… meant we were probably fine?
 
But that meant I had to remove Savos Aren from his position in my own way. I didn’t really have anything against the guy, even if I did know about his youthful cowardice. But if I wanted to turn the College of Winterhold into my own personal fiefdom, then I needed to get rid of him, one way or another.
 
The only question was… did I get rid of him first, or did I consolidate my powerbase within the College first? The main College quest might be fucked, but there were still the other quests, like the Apprentice Quests, and the Ritual Spell Quests. If I completed all of those, why… I could solidify my hold over the College’s populace by impressing each and every one of them with my magical prowess and skill. Then, once Savos was gone, they would be more disposed to make me Arch-Mage.
 
… I just wasn’t sure if I cared to do all that. There was another route. An easier route, that got me access to the Arch-Mage’s Quarters on a regular basis, while also getting me and Svanna out of the College a bit faster. Namely, instead of seeking the Arch-Mage title for myself, I could back Mirabelle for the position. Instead of deposing Savos and becoming Arch-Mage, I could simply use my Dream Thrall to blackmail him into leaving it all to her. It wouldn’t even be blackmail, coming from her. Merely disappointment and second-hand embarrassment from an old friend, followed by her asking him respectfully to step aside.
 
One way or the other, I was going to make the College of Winterhold mine. I just had to decide how I wanted to finish the job, so to speak.
 
With a grunt and one last smack of Lydia’s very, VERY red ass, I plunge into the squealing Housecarl’s cunt one last time as she yet again creams herself around my cock. Without further ado, I paint her innards white with my seed, pumping a nice, thick load directly into her womb. Svanna, meanwhile, arches her back and moans appreciatively, giving Lydia something to drink down as she squirts into the other Nord’s mouth at the same time.
 
As we finish with her, Lydia all but collapses. She was already prone on the bed, but there’s a certain tension that leaves her as she relaxes into unconsciousness. I remove her bindings of course, to avoid any potential long-term side effects, and then reach over her to grab Svanna and pull her to me. For Lydia, this night has been the best night of her life and is finally coming to an appreciated end.
 
But for Svanna and I? It’s just getting started.

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