The air within the inner sanctum of Euphoria Palace was thick with incense and something stranger still — a low fog that clung to the floor, rolling like restless spirits in a shallow pit carved into the stone. From that pit rose pale smoke, shifting with hues of silver and crimson, casting long shadows across the chamber’s carved walls. At its center knelt Matari, her long white hair cascading down her shoulders like a veil, her hands resting open upon her knees. Her crimson eyes were closed, her breath steady, her form utterly still — save for the faint shimmer of energy that seemed to ripple across her skin in waves, as though her body were half-dissolved into the otherworld. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant crackle of braziers and the low hum of an otherworldly tone, as if the chamber itself breathed in rhythm with her meditation. Before the threshold of the chamber, a soft barrier of fog shifted aside, inviting any who dared step forward. Whether guest, intruder, or supplicant — all who entered found themselves watched by unseen forces, their every step echoing louder than it should. Matari did not move, but her presence filled the room. To approach was to feel as though she already knew you — as though she had been expecting you.
I walk past the Five golden maidens standing guard of Matari’s chamber.. after all, Euphpria palace had been exposed via Imperial Agents under my command.. they had no reason to kill us now after I had already exposed their existence. I move along with my escort of Legionnaires, facing down the Mistress of their Order themself.. Matari. I keep my blade sheathed.. eyeing the woman down. “The Dragonborn will no longer be in your reach. They’ve returned to their duties on behalf of the Legion.. Your blind belief he served you was your undoing, and your Order. You are an unsanctioned Paramilitary order, which by declaration of Emperor Titus Mede the Second of the Empire of Tamriel.. You and your organization are to surrender their katanas.. And disperse so this estate may be repurposed.”
Matari's crimson eyes slowly opened, gazing unblinkingly at the legate as if she had all the time in the world to study him. The air around her seemed to shimmer with power, as if she were a living embodiment of the chamber's ethereal fog. "Dragonborn," she whispered, her voice soft and velvety despite its harshness. "You speak of them as if they belonged to your world."
“The Dragonborn serves the Imperial Legion, and therefore the Emperor. He is of our world.. Not yours Abomination. I have been granted jurisdiction and the authority of this takeover by the Emperor himself; and have a Legion ready to garrison this entire Palace at a minutes notice..” I exclaim with my hand resting still over my sheathed blade. “Your sirens are finished. Your campaign is over: this is the Emperors land. Should you refuse; Talos as my witness.. I will cleave every one of your sirens down.”
"Talos," she echoed, her voice laced with mockery. "How quaint." She rose slowly to her feet, towering over the legate despite his height. Her crimson eyes flickered downward, taking in the sword at his side. "Very well, Legate Maro," she said at last. "You have your victory this day. But know that my reach is far greater than you can imagine." With a sinuous grace, she extended her hand toward him, palm up. "
“Your days of luring my legionnaires into your Brothel above ground is over.. And the mission of your Sirens equally as ended.” I exclaim before stepping forward to reach for her arm.. “Matari, you are charged with the promotion of prostitution, intent to do harm, Forty accounted for counts of murder on behalf of your sirens.. and several additional charges..” I exclaim as I prepare a set of binders
Matari laughed softly, the sound both seductive and mocking. "You mistake me for some common whorehouse keeper," she said, her voice carrying a hint of menace. As the legate reached for her arm, she stepped back, maintaining a safe distance between them. "I am Mistress Matari, and I answer to no man." Her lips curled into a cruel smile. "But if it pleases you to drag me before your pathetic mortal courts, then by all means, do so."
“Pathetic mortal courts..” I repeat after her.. offended by her words. I bring my hand up, striking her across the cheek with the full open palm of my hand. I stare at her with a venomous anger.. bust restrain myself from acting further for the sake of my discipline. “..You in fact are nothing more than a common Whorehouse Keeper.. this ‘Army’ of yours is full of whores you train to seduce the minds of man..” I say with an obvious hint of rage
Matari glared at the legate, her eyes narrowing to slits. "And what would you know of whores, Legate?" she hissed. "You and your pathetic soldiers spend your lives chasing pleasure in the filthiest dens this realm has to offer." She took a step forward, her voice low and dangerous. "I am not some common prostitute to be struck and spat upon by legion scum like you." Her hand drifted casually toward her robes, as if readying an unseen weapon.
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“I don’t need to prove myself to a whore like you!” I exclaim with rage as I grasp her wrist and pin it to the wall.. followed by me pinning the rest of her body to the same wall with my own body pressed against hers. At first, it’s pure rage radiating from me.. but slowly and gradually growing into something less tame and controllable.. Lust. I take in her scent.. barely restraining myself as I stare her down in this hold.
Matari smiled coldly up at the legate, her eyes steady despite their wide-eyed expression of fear. "You forget yourself, Legate," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I am not some common street whore to be pinned and punished like a child." She arched her back slightly, pressing herself further against him in a mockery of desire. "Perhaps you would find pleasure in this... if only you let yourself go."
“..Damn you.. damn you to Oblivion.. damn you and your whores to oblivion..” I say with greater poise and venom in my words before I lean in further.. as though I’m about to strike her again. But instead.. I lose myself.. burying my lips across her neck as I kiss almost desperately to feel the grooves of her skin against my lips.. grinding my crotch into her thigh as I do so with a mixture of rage, anger and desire
Matari gasped as his lips found her neck, the feel of his body against hers sending shivers down her spine. She arched into him further, moaning softly as he ground himself against her leg. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clawing at his skin through the ceremonial armor.
"You are strong," she whispered between gasps. "Perhaps too strong... to be controlled."
“..I would not be controlled.. by daedra scum such as yourself..” I say with poise and venom.. practically growling as my rage and anger remains all the while I grind into her thigh and kiss her neck. “..I would never succumb to a daedric whore like you..” I exclaim additionally with anger as I eagerly pull my trousers down and reveal my cock to plunge into her exposed cunt.. “never.. fucking never!” I growl as I begin to fuck her pussy raw
Matari's breath came in ragged gasps as he plunged into her, his words lost in a primal cry of lust and fury. Her body arched against him, meeting each thrust with equal force, their bodies moving together in a savage dance of domination and submission. She moaned his name, her voice hoarse and desperate, as he claimed her harder and faster.
"You belong to me," she whispered between breaths, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders. "You always have."
“..never.. I would.. never belong.. to daedra scum.. like you..” I pant and moan with additional growls and poised venomous words in an attempt to defy her.. “..never..” I say additionally as I plunge my cock deeper into her daedric abomination pussy.. leaning into her body “….never..” I moan again.. but this time less with anger and more desire.. “…n-never..” stammering now as I begin to lose control of my legs and thrusts.. barely standing without mataris support.. “n-nev-…ahhhaaa~”
Matari let out a low, husky chuckle as she felt him lose control beneath her touch. "You see?" she whispered into his ear, her voice laced with triumph and desire. "I am stronger than you can imagine." Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, clawing at his flesh almost painfully as he plunged harder and faster into her body.
She arched her back, meeting each thrust with a grind of hips that drove him further inside her.
I attempt to defy her.. atleast to spout some words of defiance but fail to do so. All that escapes me are moans and betraying sounds of desperate as I plunge my cock further.. “..nevaaa~ oh by the gods~” I cry in pleasure as I collapse into her entirely.. erupting and filling her daedric womb with my seed before I collapse entirely atop her and lose all control of movement..
Matari arched beneath him, her body trembling as she felt his release within her. A shudder ran through her as he collapsed atop her, and for a moment, she was lost in the sensation of his weight upon her. Then, with a slow, deliberate move, she pushed him away, breaking their connection. Her crimson eyes fixed on his face, studying him intently.
"I think," she purred softly, "that you have forgotten yourself this day, Legate Maro." Her lips curled into a cold smile.
I lie on the floor beneath Matari and her five golden maiden protectors.. eyeing all the ashen women above me with a dazed expression as I lose myself to the haze and post ejaculation clarity.. “..b-by the..n-nine..” I whimper trying to lift myself or atleast reach for my sword.. but to no avail.. I feel empty and my body exhausted of energy..
Matari watched the legate with interest, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly as he struggled to gather his strength. "I think," she said softly, a hint of amusement in her voice, "that you have forgotten your place this day." She glanced around at her Sirens, who stood silently at attention. "Perhaps it is time for you to remember."
Her hand drifted back to her side, where a small vial hung from a chain of black and silver beads.
Matari held the vial up before his eyes, tilting it so that the shadows within danced across his face. "This," she whispered, her voice cold and soft as silk, "is a tincture of Oblivion's Kiss." Her fingers caressed the glass, sending ripples through the darkness within. "A single drop would send you spiraling into dreamless sleep for an age. A full sip would erase your memory, your identity... everything that makes you who you are."
“..You.. are cruel.. My legionnaires would sack this palace the minute I don’t come o-out..” I say exhausted on the floor still.. still naked beneath all of these women and ashamed in myself for giving in as I did.. I can’t help myself either but still be aroused.. the shame simply doesn’t stop.. all I can do is try to collect myself..
Matari chuckled softly, her crimson eyes never leaving the legate's face. "Ah, but you see," she said, "that is precisely why I am not afraid." Her fingers tightened around the vial, tilting it ever so slightly toward his lips. "Your legionnaires will remain ignorant of what happened here today. As for the rest... well, they say that Oblivion's Kiss has a way of changing one's perspective."
“..what will become of..m-me..” I stare at the vial.. trying to pull myself away or block my mouth to no avail..
"Why, whatever fate you choose," she answered sweetly, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "The choice is yours." Her fingers relaxed, the vial hovering mere inches from his lips. "But remember this, Legate Maro... next time you come to my palace, leave your pride at the door."
Her hand snapped forward, pressing the vial against his lips. "Drink," she commanded, her voice sharp as steel. There was no gentleness in her touch now, only cruelty and control.