The young brunette's lips moved passionately against Molag Bal's. She trembled beneath the daedra's strong, snakelike form, and she felt his clawed hands beginning to work on her outfit.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he murmured against her lips.

"Astrid…gave it to me…" she mumbled.

"Of the Dark Brotherhood?" Molag asked gently, undoing the buckles as he spoke.

"Yeah," she answered. Carefully, she undid one of the straps as he finished with the buckles. It was difficult, but soon, the various straps and buckles were undone. Gently, Molag's scaly hands slid under her top. The girl was trembling as he lifted it over her head, revealing only a simple white undergarment, one that didn't cover much.

One of Molag's fingers slid along the edge of the white linen, tracing along her breast affectionately. A shiver ran down the pretty girl's spine at the sensation. Nobody had ever touched her like this before.

"So sensitive," Molag remarked as he reached around her back to undo the undergarment.

"I'm sorry," the girl whispered, but Molag laughed a bit.

"Don't be," he murmured, smirking. "It makes this all the more enjoyable for both of us."

The young woman trembled as Molag lifted away the white linen, leaving her chest bare. She had round, full breasts, and Molag gazed down at them with lust and hunger in his empty black eyes. Her nipples were hardened somewhat as her chest was exposed to the brisk Skyrim air, and she gazed nervously up at Molag. What was he going to do next?

Slowly, one of Molag's clawed hands moved towards her breasts. He grasped one of them in his hand, and she felt his claws grazing the outer edges of her breast. Gently, he squeezed it, and she could do nothing but nervously watch, a faint gasp escaping her lips.

His hand moved again, this time moving swiftly to toss aside the loincloth that had adorned his waist. The little Nord's blue eyes widened as she saw his endowment, standing hard and ready for her.

"Is something wrong?" Molag taunted as he looked at the horrified expression on her face.

"Th-that's supposed to g-go…inside me?" she whispered, and a dark laugh left Molag's lips.

"Yes, yes it is," he said. "Don't worry, though… it will only hurt a little bit."

"O-okay…" stammered the girl, and Molag continued to teasingly toy with her breasts, clawed fingers digging in, scraping, scratching with every motion.

One hand began to slide down the pale, slender figure. So delicate, young…fresh… So much fun to ravage, to use, to destroy… But no, he couldn't start out like that. She needed to feel safe with him…she needed to trust him. She had to give him her submission of her own will, to make the choice to listen and obey and allow him to do as he wished with her precious body. Otherwise, this night meant nothing.

One slender claw slid through the white linen of her little panties, and those sapphire eyes went wide again. Molag smiled.

"You really need to relax," he said, reaching down and running fingers delicately through her brown hair. "Relax, and trust me. Can you do that?"

"I…" breathed the girl, biting her lip for a moment, clearly not realising just how sexy it was. "I can."

"Good girl," Molag murmured, and lightly tossed the shredded panties aside. He leant down, gently breathing in the sweet smell of her. He could feel her trembling with uncertainty, but no longer wished to talk; if his words wouldn't convince the girl to trust him, he would show her through his actions.

Tenderly, his tongue flicked out, and the girl let out a sharp gasp. He allowed his long, snakelike tongue to run up and down over the sweet, sensitive area, and she wriggled about. His hands came to rest on her thighs, pinning them down so that she couldn't escape as his tongue began to snake into her, flicking about as it did. A moan left her lips.

He began to quicken his motions, driving his tongue into her, keeping her pinned down so that she could do nothing but squirm lightly and moan loudly as he worked away at her with his serpentine tongue. She tasted so delicate, so sweet – so much like a delightful little virgin for him to break.

Slowly, he began to draw back, but one clawed finger remained between her legs, running up and down gently over her tingling, sensitive skin.

"Did you enjoy that, my pet?" he asked her darkly.

"Y-yes," she whispered, and he smirked.

"Did it please you? Did I please you?" he asked her, and she nodded quickly.

"Oh, yes, very much," she said to him, her sapphire eyes sparkling with honesty.

"Would you like to take a turn and please me?" Molag asked, and the pretty brunette nodded eagerly.

"I – I would," she said.

He moved rapidly from between her legs and came up to sit near her face, grasping his large member. He gazed down at her expectantly, and slowly, she lifted a hand and closed it gently around him.

"Good girl," he murmured, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of delight in her eyes.

"W-what do I do with it?" she asked him.

"Let me show you," he said, placing his hand over hers. He began to move her hand, rocking it up and down the hard length, letting her learn how to touch him – and how he responded, letting out the occasional light grunt or groan as she did well beneath his hand.

He slowly let go of her, leaving her hand alone, running up and down, giving light squeezes, trying hard to pleasure the prince. He closed his dark eyes and leant his head back; she was doing well, especially considering that it was her first time.

"Oh…" he breathed. "Yes…good girl…"

The brunette smiled, continuing to work away at him, wanting nothing more than to please him. Finally, he reached down and lightly touched her hands, indicating for her to stop.

"Lean down," Molag said, "and put your mouth on it."

Her eyes went wide with surprise, and she opened her mouth to speak, but one stern look from Molag instead had her dropping down towards his massive member. She gazed nervously at it, then slowly leant forward and licked it, tenderly, hesitantly. He didn't protest, simply allowed her to take her time. She was going to do it either way, even if he had to pin her down and ram it down her throat.

Slowly, she opened her lips and gently closed them over the tip. He could tell by her face that she wasn't sure how she felt about this, but she curiously let her tongue swirl over the tip within her mouth. He let out a light groan, and he could tell as she did it again that his response had been encouragement to her.

The naked little girl carefully took more of him into her mouth, beginning to suck experimentally, and he groaned to let her know to keep going. One clawed hand entangled itself in the loose brown hair, holding her in place.

She sucked a little harder, letting more of him creep in. He knew that she wouldn't be able to take the whole thing in her mouth, which was a shame, but for now, he would settle with as much as she could do.

He groaned as she increased the force of her sucking, tightening his grip on her hair. Her pretty blue eyes looked up at him, clearly pleased that the daedra was responding so well to her work. She kept on going, apparently wanting nothing more than to continue to please him.

"Fuck…" he breathed, and then abruptly pulled her head from his member, much to her surprise.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked quickly, and Molag smiled.

"Nothing but be such a sexy little bitch," he muttered, gripping her elbows and forcing her down on her back. "Legs open."

"I – okay," she stammered nervously, opening her legs as he positioned himself between them.

"You need to relax and move with me," said Molag, "or this will hurt."

"Okay," answered the little Nord, clearly feeling much more confident than she had when she first came in.

He held himself firmly at her entrance, letting his member slide up and down, taunting the sensitive area. A whimper left her lips, and her hands came up to lightly grip him by the elbows, clearly wanting to hold herself steady. Molag offered her a reassuring smile as he slowly began to push in.

A startled moan escaped her lips as she felt him entering her. It felt unbelievable, Molag's massive member sliding easily into her welcoming body. There was a slight twanging of pain, but the pleasure of all the new sensations filling her overwhelmed it quickly.

He slowed once inside her, gazing down at her to gauge her reaction. She stared up at him, smiling.

"W-wow," she whimpered, and Molag gave her a dark grin.

Slowly, he drew back, withdrawing, and watched her expressions as she was emptied. She seemed confused, disappointed – but ecstatic and thrilled as he thrust deeply into her again.

He began to do this, thrusting in and out. Her body rocked eagerly with him, anticipating each movement, almost encouraging him to speed up. He was more than happy to oblige, quickening his movements somewhat.

"Oh, Molag," moaned out the young girl.

He thrust deeply, wanting to fill her as completely as possible, wanting to hit every delightful spot within her, wanting to please her beyond belief. He wanted her to be numb and glowing when he was done with her, he wanted her to be sore in the morning when she woke so that though she wouldn't remember what had transpired, some evidence of him would remain in her mind.

She moaned almost uncontrollably, her body shaking, clinging desperately to him, and clearly not wanting it to end. He could feel her body nearing its climax, and as much as he also didn't want it to end, he knew that he had to finish it off well for her.

He quickened his thrusts, ramming deep, deep inside of her. She cried out at this, gasping, tensing up. At that instant, he thrust deeply into her one last time before his body shook, expelling himself into her, and her own body quivered and trembled beneath him, her look one of pure ecstasy.

As the two slowly came down from their intense finish, her sapphire eyes fluttered open to gaze up at him. Sharply, Molag withdrew himself from her and moved from the bed, and those eyes widened with the realisation that he was finished, that he was leaving.

"D-don't go," she said.

"I must," said Molag. "We will meet again, my pet. That much I promise you."

"O-okay," she murmured, her body still weak and trembling from the power of her orgasm.

Molag left the room in silence, shifting into a simple Nord form just briefly as he entered the main room of the Bannered Mare, where Sanguine in his Breton form sat with the others playing music. Sanguine looked up as Molag entered, and Molag gave him a nod.

"She's all yours," he murmured as he passed the other prince, and Sanguine grinned rather maniacally. He knew exactly what he was going to do with her…