Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don't own The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, or any characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content. This was written for the prompt 'Morpheus'
Description: The Altmer Sinderion mixes a potion which lets him violate the pretty Argonian Dar-Ma while she sleeps.
Content Codes: MF, ncon, pwp, drugs, first, inter, viol
Elder Scrolls 4 - Oblivion: The Morpheus Potion
by JD ([email protected])
"Master Sinderion! I am so glad you can help during your time in Chorrol," the Argonian merchant Seed-Neeus gushed, "The best Mage's Guild alchemist here couldn't mix a potion that helped my daughter, so your expertise will be invaluable."
The tall golden skinned High Elf, or Altmer, smiled professionally as he assured Seed-Neeus that it was no trouble at all to create a strong potion to help young Dar-Ma over her recent terrifying kidnapping experience in Hackdirt. Seed-Neeus explained that her daughter was putting a brave face on the matter to all in the town, had even done so to the Orc who rescued her - though Sinderion didn't doubt the ease of fooling an Orc. Even so, Seed-Neeus knew her daughter wasn't sleeping properly.
Sinderion set up his Master's Alchemy equipment in the small bedroom beneath the Argonian's store, and readied the ingredients he would need. He'd told the merchant he required at least two uninterrupted hours to test Dar-Ma's Argonian reactions before administering the full dose. He said she could react badly to a strong potion if he wasn't careful. He even waved away Seed-Neeus' offer of gold, asking only for the cheaper supplies he would need on his trip home. His real intent was much darker. When Dar-Ma was sent in by her mother, he enjoyed the utterly trusting look in her lizard's face. The ignorance of the beast races filled him with carefully concealed contempt.
"Firstly, you must drink this potion,"
He called it a Morpheus Potion in his notes, for a mad Khajiit at the gates of Leyawiin had once amused him with a tale of another plane's sleep god of that name. It was perfect for his needs.
"Thank you, Master Sinderion." Dar-Ma took the bottle and started to empty it into her mouth. On the first swallow she swooned upon the bed, asleep before she knew it. The High Elf caught the bottle before it spilled.
Sinderion took a moment to ensure she was truly unconscious. He had read detailed texts on Argonian physiology, for he had long imagined engaging in his current scheme with some other lizard maiden if his researches allowed the time. Seed-Neeus had unwittingly handed her beloved daughter into the care of an utterly immoral Altmer. Satisfied with Dar-Ma's limp bodied helplessness, he began to strip her modest clothing. He took a moment to feel each stretch of revealed mottled scaly skin, and the firm flesh beneath. His golden skin contrasted hugely with hers as he fondled her sizeable breasts, and then kissed the valley between.
The alchemist lifted her legs upon the bed before he removed her long skirt. She'd kept her fine legs hidden from lustful eyes, but there was nothing now to hide them from Sinderion, nor the naturally hairless slit at her crotch. He spread her knees with his hands before taking her wide egg-bearing hips and tasting her with probing licks. His tongue tingled from the natural fluids of Dar-Ma's body, as he pressed in far enough to discover lifelong horse riding had robbed the young Argonian woman of her maidenhood.
He raised his face after long minutes to strip his own clothing. He found he couldn't resist reaching over to grope Dar-Mar's breasts even as he rushed his garments to the floor. Harder than he'd known himself in years, Sinderion climbed onto the bed with Dar-Ma, letting his straining prick slide along the smooth scales on her thighs. He couldn't wait a second longer to completely possess the unfortunate Argonian. The High Elf pushed her legs back until the drugged lizard woman was almost bent in two, and then pressed his member into her. Physically prepared by his oral ministrations, the virginal Dar-Ma accepted her rapist's prick with little resistance.
Sinderion had imagined taking the Argonian gently. Instead, lost in his lust, the High Elf raped the Argonian with hard, ferocious strokes that would have made her scream if she'd been awake and would certainly leave her sore. His golden prick was stained green with her vaginal mucous, glistening in the candle light each time he pulled out. The bed was sturdily well made, and the quiet creaking could not reach her mother's caring ears in the shop above.
The sensation was everything his textbooks said, cool but gripping. Even better, the natural Argonian mucous stimulated the full length of his violating shaft as much as the sensitive crown. He pressed Dar-Ma's knees further down towards the bed so he could penetrate her fully, until his balls hit the base of her long tail on each inward thrust. Dar-Ma's head lolled, tongue out, to one side while his drool shone upon her scaly breasts.
'How readily her untried body accepted me,' he thought, 'the Argonian whore!'
He felt complete power over the unconscious lizard woman. The High Elf viewed all of the beast races as less than animals, fit only to slave in the fields, mines and beds of their superiors.
"Lizard slut! I'll coat your eggs, and tell your idiot mother the oozing and soreness is a potion side effect! Ignorant bitch is upstairs, no clue I'm using you like this! Are all Argonians as stupid as you two worthless beasts?"
Speaking the language of the gutter amused and further aroused his cultured mind, though he knew she didn't hear. Sinderion's abuse of the unconscious Arginian brought him close to what he hoped would be the first of many peaks during the 'treatment'.
Simultaneously, leaving past the bedroom door was the female Orc who'd rescued Dar-Ma from Hackdirt. Seed-Neeus had asked her to return the next day as Dar-Ma was with an alchemist. It didn't sound like alchemy to the Orc's sensitive ears, so she quietly opened the bedroom door just as Sinderion climaxed. He groaned when he exploded inside Dar-Ma's cool grotto, gripping the limp lizard woman close in his sexual bliss, each spurt a fresh new pleasure, oblivious to the axe swinging permanent sleep towards his head.