章 74: Jarl Nenya's Care

Time passed slowly inside the Longhouse, and Rayya kept me company as we lounged at one of the tables, listening to the conversation happening between Nenya, Helvard, and Lialki.

In my hands was one of the many magical tomes I had picked up so far; specifically, the Alteration Spelltome on protective spells like Oakflesh.

Not only was I interested in learning to cast those spells on myself, I was also interested in seeing if I could alter the magical composition of Oakflesh to work on things that aren't...

Well, flesh.

Could I enchant each individual stone, every log, each support beam and even the panes of glass that would create my new home, Lakeview Manor?

What about enchanting clothing to activate that spell should the wearer come to harm? Or just a straight enchantment to increase their 'defensive stat'?

Was that something that I could do?

In order to learn that, I needed to first have an understanding of the base spells themselves, and a deep understanding at that.

I needed to learn not only their composition, but what makes them tick; what part affects which other piece of the spell?

If I change one thing, how will it alter the entirety of the spell?

It was easy to create an offensive spell, since they were one use projectiles or simple things that just needed constant magicka to fuel them, but I was trying to create something vastly different here; something that would activate without my presence.

So, I scanned each line of text inside the tome, my right hand flipping through the pages as I played with my magicka in my left, forming the basic Oakflesh spell.

Casting it, I suppressed a grin as I felt a rush of vitality swim through my veins, forming a layer of raw magicka above my skin.

It was a rather addicting feeling, and I gently tapped on the table with my newly reinforced finger.

The sound of wood clanging against wood entered my ears, making me grin.

Increasing the magicka pushed into the spell, I watched as the brown magicka flared slightly, before I pulled back and allowed the spell to run on the remnants remaining.

Turning a few more pages, I read the difference in structure of the next tier of the protective spells, Stoneflesh.

A specific section of the spell had grown more complex, which was the part that amplified the magicka used to cast the spell and turned it into something solid, which absorbed and defended against physical attacks.

So if this section meant this...

And this section was that...

My mind was whirring incredibly fast as I tinkered around, only to jump in my seat when someone shook my shoulder, pulling me out of my ruminations.

Blinking a few times, I glanced to my side and saw Nenya frowning down at me, her emerald eyes glowing with worry as she said "You'll suffer from Magicka Deprivation at this point Jeleia!"

I stared at her in silence for a moment before chuckling, closing the tome and storing it away.

"Alright..."

Getting up, I felt my vision blur slightly and the room began to spin, forcing the new Jarl to swiftly grab my side and steady me.

"See?! Not a single more spell from you for the rest of today!"

Her exasperated tone was underlined by blatant worry and fear, making me smile warmly at her as I nodded.

It was... nice, to be cared for.

Sighing, I leaned on her shoulder as Nenya guided me towards the Jarl's bedroom, her words slipping into my ears as she said "Tekla came around and cleaned everything up, so I had someone move my items down into the Jarl's Quarters..."

She continued to speak as she gingerly guided me into the room, and I glanced back at where Rayya had been sitting.

My Thrall was still there, her dark skin illuminated by the fire as she drank deeply from a tankard.

Sitting where I had been moments prior was the Guard Commander Lialki, the Bosmer frowning as she watched the Redguard down the tankard with ease.

When Rayya had reached for another bottle of mead to fill her tankard, Lialki snatched it away and glared at her, snapping something to her.

Sadly, by that point Nenya had corralled me into her room, so I missed the Soap Opera before it began.

Dragging me onto the newly sheeted bed, Nenya forced me to lay down with my head on her lap, her soft hands shimmering blue as she applied a thin sheen of cool water onto my brow.

Staring up at her face as best I could, what with her voluptuous mountains in the way, I smiled at her as I listened to her unhidden worry.

"Are you stupid?! Magicka Deprivation is a serious ailment! Do you know that it kills as many Mages as crucifixions and witch hunts?!"

The Elf was glaring down at me, her face flushed with anxiety as she fussed over me, her water coated hands caressing my face with gentle care.

Her frantic, yet soft administrations made me close my eyes, slowly being lulled to sleep by her touch.

However, a crisp slap on my cheek shattered that inclination, the woman blushing deeply with an apologetic expression as she said "Y-You can't go to sleep until your magicka is back to its full capacity..."

Sighing, I stared at her pale yellow face and blinked a few times, before smirking.

"Fine... but could I perhaps... be 'nursed' back to health~?"

Ogling her gigantic breasts, I licked my lips, which caused the woman to blush deeper as she reached hesitantly for her ornate robe.

Watching as she undid the buttons of the top, I grew giddy as I awaited the reveal of the breasts that I loved to see.

I think most people, be they male or female, could appreciate a good pair of breasts no matter how many times they see them, even if its the same pair.

Besides, when they're attached to someone you love, they instantly hold more luster for you...

Shrugging off her robe, she revealed her cloth bra, which barely contained her chest, each breast trying to burst free from the constraints of the bra.

Untying that, she blushed again as she revealed her puffy, erect nipples and darkened areola, which I swiftly latched onto.

Her hand slid down to my pants, and she fumbled with the buckle as I enjoyed suckling, even though nothing was coming out just yet.

Helping her remove my pants, I narrowed my eyes in joy as she began stroking my shaft, her soft palm warming the tip as she held it in her hand.

Slipping down towards the base, she gently twisted her hand as she made her way back up, repeating the actions.

"I-Is this good..?"

Nodding, I kept her nipple in my mouth as I shivered from her handjob, holding back the urge to start thrusting up into her hand.

When I did eventually reach climax, I shuddered on her lap and sprayed my cum into her palm, the Elf widening her eyes as she took in the sheer sight of all my seed, which had coated her hand.

It was like a hose at first, spraying thick rope after thick rope up into the air, before turning into a rope here and there, before it finally finished up.

Bringing her hand towards her face, Nenya stared at my semen with wide eyes, before she began to clean herself off, much to my excitement.

Watching my woman lap up my cum from her palm made me aroused, so I twisted my body and pinned her below me, beginning to strip her completely before thrusting inside of her.

Our night slowly drifted by as I whispered sweet nothings into her ears, refilling her womb with my potent semen.