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Boryn felt like celebrating, having received news that there was an isolate oasis in Elsweyr, while there was also a small island off of the main island of Summerset that had no one there. Both were ideal locations, but he honestly felt like that lone island would be a better bet, and if he stumbled upon a spell that allowed him to take that island to a pocket dimension later, even better. Sure, the Altmeri Queen wouldn't be happy at all about a Dunmer taking his host and living alone on an isolated island near her realm, but he wouldn't interfere with whatever plans that the Altmer had.

He pondered a bit on that. While he was too young for the Faction War of Tamriel in the second era, he had heard quite a lengthy deal about Queen Ayren. Surely, she would've passed on by now, if not a few decades earlier, but there was a multitude of things that he thought might come to a head. Perhaps the Dominion would resurge in strength again. Maybe that paranoid Telvanni Counsil-Woman will finally meet her end, he knew she had to have made a deal sometime during the 2nd Era, possibly to lengthen her lifespan. Like a true Telvanni, she wanted to extend her life to continue her magical research, but he felt her paranoia was growing stronger. It wasn't often he thought about Dratha like that, given that she could easily be his great grandmother at this point.

He shook himself out of his mental pondering, smiling quite a bit. Jhor'rezz shuffled up to his side, catching his eye, "Ah, Jhor'rezz... I have something extra I'd like you to. Send a messenger to each of the three concubines out there and have them return post-haste. I may have found the start of our little getaway from Telvanni spies."

The look on the Khajiit's eyes was priceless, as she hurried off to complete such an impromptu task. Boryn chuckled and started to begin researching what he'd need for a specific spell to translocate his tower, as well as the surrounding area. Once his concubines had arrived back, he'd tell the House Guards to go into Vos, take a break, relax, drink, maybe find a tavern wench to bed, he didn't care. Especially since he'd be away from the Telvanni. He didn't care about being a Counsil Member, that was too much of a target on his back to begin with, much less being an Oathman. If Hlaarun wanted to be a Counsil Member, he could go right ahead, but if he butted into his business again... he was sure he could talk the Counsil in teaching Hlaarun a lesson in humility, or perhaps, a rather intimate lesson in maintaining a sense of privacy.

He refocused his efforts on the task at hand. He had about a month, at a rough guess, before his three were back, so he had to make sure this translocation spell was dead on. Such a powerful Alteration spell would need several things, much less absolute focus on every intricate detail, less he be stuck in Thrace and the nightmare that the Sloads would unleash on him. He wanted his own privacy so badly, to tend to his Concubines and Slaves as they needed... then again, if he had his own pocket dimension, they'd all be his wives, with the exception of his two escorts, though there was always a curiosity about them. Perhaps they'd treat him to a show sometime, that would be nice.

He felt a timid tap on his back, blinking and looking behind him to see a deeply blushing Braithe, squirming in his skirt. He looked at the Altmer, trying to read past the timidness, but it was rather difficult, since he didn't know the femboy. With a blush that was so intense, it could easily have turned purple, the Mer took off his dress, standing there, completely nude. This gave Boryn a chance to really size him up. A shaft that was comically pitiful, an ass that was just the right kind of jiggly and bubbly, and a composure that just screamed virgin teenager.

"M-Muthsera... p-please... m-m-make me... a true female..."

How cute, but he wasn't going to refuse the Altmer's timid request. Boryn leaned in and whispered softly, "You've already heard what I'm known for, correct?" A sharp nod from the femboy. "Tell me of these rumors you've heard, and I'll tell you if it's fact or fiction."

The Altmer started stating that he heard Boryn fucked his slaves, punished them sexually, and was a sexual deviant who could do anything magical if it was sex-oriented. For the most part, the Dunmer confirmed that those were true, to a fault. He hadn't yet tapped into the Alteration magic of swapping genders, but he most certainly could make one become fertile or barren, potent or impotent. Braithe blushes immensely, looking like he might faint.

The Dunmer smiled, leading the nude femboy to a separate room. Not a punishment room, but rather just a spare room, for occasions like this. He started to disrobe, his toned muscles no longer hidden by the robes, smiling at the blushing Altmer before approaching him, his shaft starting to become erect.

"You wish for me to make you feel good, correct? To take you and make you a mess?"

Braithe was blushing even further, aroused by such a Mer even talking to him like this. He nodded, wanting it badly, wanting to know what pleasure even was. Laying back, the golden-skinned Mer grabbed his knees and pulled them to his chest, exposing himself, trying to give his best bedroom eyes, which just looked like an eager virgin to Boryn.

Boryn, smiled at the eagerness of the Altmer, holding up a vial of soothing oil, slowly coating his own shaft before gently rubbing that pucker, causing the femboy to gasp. He smiled, but knew that preparation was necessary, slowly sinking an oiled finger into that virgin ass, hearing the gasping sub give a moan. He worked his finger in slowly, spreading that oil around a bit, making sure that the submissive Mer was stretched as well.

Once he was sure that Braithe's pucker was stretched enough, he pulls his finger out, seeing the Altmer panting and moaning, that little shaft hard and drooling. The Dunmer slowly crawls up the femboy's body, gazing into his eyes as he lines up his shaft, slowly, patiently, sinking into that oiled pucker. Both of them groan, Boryn from tight pleasure, Braithe from the painfully, yet pleasurably, stretching.

The Altmer couldn't help himself, stealing a kiss from the dominant Dunmer sinking into him slowly, catching him off guard, but it wasn't unwelcome, returning the kiss fiercely, holding the Mer's knees himself as he feels himself resting against that ass. He waits a few moments, letting the submissive Mer adjust, then starts to slowly thrust into Braithe, causing him to gasp and moan softly, pre oozing out of that little shaft.

"P-please... m-more..." was all the Altmer could whimper from the pleasure, and Boryn obliged, thrusting a bit faster, causing him to moan louder. While the Dunmer enjoyed his sexual exploits, exploring a new one had a certain thrill to him, feeling himself start to build up to a climax, but not before Braithe wailed in bliss, coating himself in his meager shots. He chuckled, but wasn't going to stop, not yet, since the femboy had asked for this. He started to thrust faster, his white hair framing the Altmer's face, the look of bliss on the submissive's face giving him a sense of joy.

"We're not done yet... even after I finish, I'd like to keep trying some positions... see which ones have you empty yourself fastest..." was all Boryn said, settling in to a steady pace now, the Altmer unable to respond as his eyes rolled up, moaning out in the best kind of pleasure he could ask for. Braithe was certain he'd walk funny for awhile, but he'd happily accept that, especially if feeling like this was the price tag for that. He most certainly wanted to do more, and he'd even let the Dunmer fuck his face, wanting to show his gratitude any way possible. Boryn knew that it was gonna be a long night, and he was more than willing to embrace it.