A night to remember

Serana Lydia and the dragonborn had been taking a break from questing in the bannered mare in Whiterun when the dragonborn had encountered an inocuous seeming drunkard called Sam Guevenne. The imperial seeming man had challenged him to a drinking contest for a staff which the dragonborn had accepted immediately as Sam had taken out a flask of a special brew of his, but before they had begun Serana had interrupted them.

"It's rude of you boys to have a drinking contest without inviting us ladies" Serana had declared then as Sam Guevenne had found that amusing. "You want in?" he had asked her as she had nodded as had Lydia.

"I can handle my drink fine" Serana had boasted happily, knowing her vampirism made **** less effective as Sam Guevenne hadn't been so certain.

"Ladies seem to react different to this kind of stuff, it's not for the faint hearted" he had assured her as she was unamused and had told him that she would get the staff if she won the contest as had Lydia, and then the contest had begun as all the participants had gotten to three units of the brew before Lydia had officially pulled out, running off to vomit as Sam Guevenne had also bowed his head.

"One more unit for you two and i guess you'll have to fight over who gets my staff" he had promised them as they had taken his final poured flagon and drank it with disgust, the alcoholic content off the charts as even with her vampirism she and the dragonborn found themselves all too suddenly starting to feel tired and before they knew it they were blacking out as the night came to a close.

At least in their minds it had, because the next morning she found herself to her surprise waking up with a splitting headache as she heard an angry voice telling her to wake up over and over as she rose up, only to find a priestess in an orange garment and yellow hood yelling at her as she rubbed her head as the priestess glared at her.

"Wake that man beside you up as well!" the woman bellowed as Serana turned groggily to look at the dragonborn beside her to her horror, fallen over on his face and vomit on the floor underneath him as Serana quickly shook him awake, checking his throat for any vomit but his airway clear as he rose up then with a similar thumping headache to her as they looked at the priestess who Serana was now recognising as the head of the Markarth dibella temple.

"Finally awake you drunken blasphemers?" the priestess remarked angrily as Serana frowned. "Where are we exactly?" she asked as she already suspected it, but the priestess confirmed they were in the temple of dibella in markarth as the dragonborn frowned. "You called us blasphemers?" he asked as the priestess practically snarled at them.

"You burst into our private temple blathering incoherently about a goat and a marriage, then threw your trash around the place you lousy vagrant" the priestess declared angrily as the dragonborn and Serana frowned at each other.

"That bastard tricked us" they both stated almost simultaneously as they looked at the priestess angrily. "Please priestess, did we mention anything about a Sam Guevenne or where we were last night?" the dragonborn requested as the priestesss scowled.

"You trashed my temple, I'm not going to tell you anything until it's clean!" she declared angrily as the dragonborn looked at Serana and shrugged. "Well... we did commit sacrilege" he admitted as he stood up and helped her up as the two of them cleaned the various oddities like a giants toe, a list of supplies Sam had apparently wanted them to find and a lot of drunken wine bottles as they fought their urge to vomit before it was done and they returned to the priestess.

"Alright, can you tell us about Sam Guevenne?" the dragonborn asked as the priestess scowled. "Did you honestly think a small clean was going to convince me to help you after the sacrilege you drunkard and your harlot here caused our temple?" she demanded as Serana scowled.

"How dare you call me a Harlot!" she declared angrily as the priestess stared at her with fury. "Oh you're not just a Harlot, you're a heretical little whore!" she shrieked as Serana felt her temper rising as the priestess pointed at her furiously.

"I will never help you two after what you did last night!" she shrieked as the dragonborn was suddenly bowing to her apologetically.

"Well, can you at least tell us what we did wrong so that we can fix it?" he asked as the priestess glared at Serana then and shook her head. "No... what she did to the statue of Dibella in this temple is unforgivable" the priestess continued as Serana frowned.

"What could I have possibly done to the statue that's that bad?" she asked dismissively as the priestess glared at her.

"You broke into our inner sanctum, took the statue of one of the nine divines and then stuck it up your womanhood! That's what!" the priestess suddenly shrieked as Serana and the dragonborns eyes couldn't have dilated in shock any more than that as Serana just choked on her words momentarily.

"That's ridiculous!" she stated as the priestess to her horror called for one of the other priestesses to bring the statue over, and to Serana and the dragonborns mortified horror they looked at the statue of the divine goddess, except it was covered in a sticky substance to Serana's gasp of dismay as the priestess glared at the two of them.

"Apparently the two of you had a bet on how wide this courtesans nethers could spread, because when we got down to the inner sanctum after realising we had been infiltrated... we found this bitch had already used it multiple times and you seemed to have been enjoying the view given the fluids you had rubbed on her face and breasts!" the priestess declared furiously as Serana felt her face redden in shame as she looked down at her black pants, black corset and red shirt underneath seeing they were indeed ruffled and amateurly put on, as if hastily by another person and even more horrifyingly she could feel the dampness between her legs and atop her small but shapely bosom as she brought her hands to cover her already covered but violated feeling nethers as the dragonborn was also redfaced.

"We were drunk last night" he apologised as Serana agreed, unable to believe what she was hearing, that she had not only openly toyed with herself in front of the man she was loathe to admit she actually was immensely fond of, but also like a common whore let him smear his fluids upon her like a dirty animal as she could only shake in humiliation as the dragonborn couldn't even maintain eye contact with her as she realised there was still ejaculate in her hair as the priestess glared at the two of them.

"Why on Nirn would I help two degenerate heretics like you after you've desecrated our statue that all of Markarth comes to worship representing Dibella? We have to wait at least a day until our new statue arrives!" she shrieked as the dragonborn looked at her worriedly.

"We really need to know where Sam is though high priestess, can we really not find some mercy from you?" he asked her as she glared at them. "Mercy? I don't have time to forgive you and your empty apologies, I need actions of atonement and reparation!" she demanded as the dragonborn looked at her beggingly.

"Surely there's something we can do to make up for the statue, like a monetary payment!" he offered as the priestess glared at him. "People don't come to see the statue because its worth a lot of money, they come to see it because it represents the beauty and love of Dibella, it's one of the best most beautiful sculptures to represent Dibella's beauty and benevolence, without it there is no reason to visit this temple" she remarked angrily before she suddenly frowned and Serana felt the priestess staring at her.

"Wench, undo your hair!" she demanded as Serana bared her fangs.

"What is this about?" she asked as the priestess glared at her.

"Undo your hair vampire or we'll cast enough undead spells to make you extremely uncomfortable" the priestess stated as Serana could tell she wasn't lying and with a sigh of irritation she pulled off the clip at the back of her head that kept her four braided strands together as she shook her hair then to loosen it fully as she felt a little bit embarrassed at how wild it must have now looked.

"Good, your sufficiently pretty to at least be a representative for Dibella" she stated as Serana frowned and the priestess glared at her.

"I think we won't have a problem on our hands if you agree to pose for our morning ceremony as Dibella vampire. That way we can have it washed and cleaned of your womanhoods liquids" she stated as Serana looked at the dragonborn who shrugged as Serana sighed.

"Alright, i can be your dibella" she stated as the priestess frowned and Serana heard the other dibellan priestess' giggling then.

"What's so funny?" she asked as the head priestess smiled.

"Oh, it's just that in all iconography of Dibella, she is portrayed au natural" the priestess stated as Serana frowned, unfamiliar with the word.

"Oh, I suppose I could do that" she tried to bluff, hoping it was something meaningless as the priestess nodded.

"Then hurry up and remove it" she ordered as Serana frowned.

"Remove what?" she asked as the priestess glared at her.

"Your outfit, remove it now" the priestess declared as Serana glared at her.

"You want me to strip to my undergarments?" she asked in confusion as the priestess shook her head.

"Oh no, you will strip to your birthday suit vampire at this instance if you want to know anything about last night" the priestess ordered then as Serana scoffed.

"That's preposterous" she began, only to look at the dragonborn who was looking at her with a smirk.

"I agree priestess, she would make a great Dibella" he agreed as the priestess glared at him and back at Serana.

"Men are beasts, but they come here to see the statue and its body, and with it comes larger donations... so unless you want trouble vampire, you'd better fill in to your utmost potential as our Dibella" she ordered as Seranas cheeks would have reddened if she wasn't a vampire and she snarled at the dragonborn who was sitting down eagerly to watch this event unfold as Serana looked around at the giggling dibellan priestesses who she could see were all about her biological age even if not her real age as she frowned at the priestess.

"Can I remove my garments elsewhere?" she requested as the priestess glared at her to tell her she was going to strip bare in this open hall or the dragonborn and her would get no information.

"My father would burn this place down if he knew I was doing this to denigrate our familys name" she thought with disgust before she reached for the silver brooch of her cape at her neck and undid it as the black woolen material slipped down to the mocking jeers of the priestesses as Serana then reached down to her travellers boots, untying them and pulling them off as she glared at the priestess, warning her not to get cocky just because of what this bitch was about to be one of the lucky few mortals to ever see, and then she yanked her travellers trousers down to reveal her pale legs as she awkwardly stood out of them with a snarl on her face, feeling really exposed as she could see the dragonborn running his eyes up her hamsteak thick thighs, her lace panties still covered by the hem of her ruffly red shirt as she felt ludicrous that her ankle high stockings were still on and removed them next, leaving her wearing only her red shirt and the leather corset she wore over it, along with her undergarments still on as the other priestesses were all getting more and more excited at the prospect that Serana wasn't playing around and was actually going to get naked in public, just like the head priestess who was clearly taking immense pleasure in Serana's glares at her.

Then there was the dragonborn who was humming his favourite drinking song "Ragnar the red", but had changed the lyrics to be about her and her body he hadn't even seen yet as she glared at him and reached behind her to her corsets strings. But as bad as the giggling had been earlier, it worsened all the more as Seranas shaking hands couldn't undo her corset and she had to sheepishly ask the priestess to undo it. And Serana could only yelp as all too abrasively no sooner had her corset loosened than the priestess grabbed its straps and tore it off her leaving her in her red shirt.

"You bitch" she stated with fury, only for the other Dibellan priestesses to suddenly grab her arms and pull them up as one grabbed her shirts hem and yanked it up and Serana was left in her lacy underwear as all the priestesses pointed and giggled at her.

"What slutty knickers" one of them stated as Serana tried to cover her bosom and nethers as she stared at the dragonborn with humiliation, aware of how skimpy her underwear was, but her mother had always told her nobles wore such frilly and revealing undergarments compared to commoners even as she wished her undergarments weren't showing far more of her buttocks and cleavage as they wore.

"Poor girl can't even have breasts with a corset... so why does she even wear a bra?" one of the priestesses mocked her then as Serana felt her shoulders sink as she knew all too well how small her breasts were, barely a size above being flat as she looked at the dragonborn with fury, daring him to say anthing at all about her body.

Only to yelp again as suddenly her panties were yanked downwards and her hairy pubic mound was revealed to him as she tried to cover it, but then her bra was unclipped at the back and the priestesses yanked it off her as with that Serana was left covering in her birthday suit as the head priestess smirked.

"Good, now follow me" she ordered as Serana frowned and turned around, hearing the dragonborn whistle at the sight of her pantiless flat buttocks, she possessing none of the gluts of a redguard girl as she still covering her genitals followed the priestess over to a podium, feeling faint as she realised it was situated in the dead centre of the circular seating around the altar, in view of anyone who would sit down.

"Now, stand on the podium, and just like our statue, lean back and bring your hands to the back of your head like you are combing it" the priestess ordered as Serana could have strangled the priestess, but reluctantly finally opened her arms out, revealing her pale nipples to the other girls around her and the dragonborn as she leaned back slightly, striking the pose with her arms up and reaching to the back of her cranium even as she was aware she was thrusting her hips and pussy outwards as well as exaggerating the size of her breasts by making them seem to poke out more.

"Now hold this pose until the end of the ceremony" the priestess ordered as Serana glared at her.

"And how long until that?" she asked with dread, feeling as faint as a vampire could feel at the ordeal of submission and humiliation the dragonborns poor decision making had **** her into, only to look down and see his face, along with the other priestesses all but pressed right up to her hip level, all of them trying to see through the jungle of her push to get a great look at her vaginas well hidden lips.

"Go away" she hissed as she brought her hands down to provide her vagina with some respite from these derisive smirking demons trying to see every detail of it, only to bring her hands back up in defeat as the priestess warned her to not dare breaking free of the pose.

"I'll make you pay for this" she hissed to the dragonborn, only for him to suddenly fake a sneeze, but actually yell "fuus" as she felt his thuum suddenly crash into her as she wheeled over and landed on all fours.

"You!" she shrieked with a glare as the dragonborn held up his hands.

"It was a sneeze" he protested, but then smirked as Serana followed his gaze to her butt that was raised in the air and realised she had landed in a manner that had her legs opened wide, her pussy spread and even more humiliatingly her asshole widened as she cupped them then with horror and sat back up to glare at him and the other priestesses as she stood up and was ready to just storm out, only for the head priestess to suddenly pull her into the spot as a second later to her horror she heard the doors of the temple grinding open and the sound of voices coming in for the daily ceremony that was going to be the hottest religious event to ever happen in the history of the freezing cold province of skyrim.