> She cost you a cumshot, might as well have her replace them. (Cock Vore, Fatal)
 
 
The fire that burned within you grew hotter, instincts ensnaring your mind. She wanted to send you away? Just like that? Torygg would never have done such a thing were he here! Even as High King, he tried to make time for you. He ensured that people’s opinions of you swayed positively. You had never had problems with your instincts until his death. Until the dragons returned.
 
 
Elisif, noticing your silence, continued speaking… but you weren’t listening. You had your eyes fixed onto her, golden gaze watching as she began to pace back and forth. Back and forth. Unknowingly to herself, she fell into a rhythm. Seven paces one way, turn, seven paces the other, turn. You waited until you were certain of this pattern. Then, as she turned away from you, you stood. Silent as could be, you made your way to the door, closed it, and locked it. By the time she turned back, you had moved back from the door and were standing in the center of your room, arms crossed. She paused whatever she was saying, blinking twice and hesitating just a moment before picking back up where she’d left off. But there was no more pacing. She wasn’t turning her back to you now, not when she saw the unidentifiable look in your gaze.
 
 
“Circe?” She questioned, drawing your attention to what she was saying. “Well, what do you think? I believe it may be for the best if-”
 
 
“If I leave?” You finished, and the words seemed to take the air from her lungs.
 
 
“No- I mean yes- I mean! I don’t want you to have to leave… but for both yourself and others… It is the best option.”
 
 
You narrowed your gaze but said nothing. A moment passed like that, before a huff of air escaped you and you relaxed. Or at least visually appeared to. Arms at your side, head turning away. You sighed. “Fine. You’re right. I’ll leave.”
 
 
Elisif’s tension left as well, a sad smile reaching her face. You drew yourself closer to her, and she was none the wiser. “I’m so glad you understand. Truly, I don’t want this but-”
 
 
“It’s fine. I know exactly how you can make this up to me.” In that moment you lunged forward, crossing the point of no return. You tackled her, sending you both sprawling to the floor in a mess of limbs, where you were able to quickly overpower her. One hand clasped itself tightly over your adoptive mother’s mouth, holding it closed. Your other hand was tangled in the front of her dress and dragging her over to the cum stained bed. She struggled against you, nearly prying your hands away before your tail whipped out, dragging her arms down and wrapping them against her sides. You sat yourself on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs out and pulling her tightly between them “You kept me from getting satisfied. And if I’m going to have to leave anyway, I may as well have some fun first.”
 
 
She shouted unheard and ignored words into your hand as you wrapped both legs tight around her back. With her thoroughly stuck, you were able to move your hand away from her dress and instead used your claws to steadily rip away at it. Shredded clothing fell away from her body bit by bit, leaving her torso bare and the rest hanging loosely around her midsection, kept there only by your tail. You snatched a large strip of cloth from the remains, moving your other hand away from her mouth. Before she could shout, however, you shoved the cloth against her open mouth and tied it tight around her head. Her sounds were muffled, and you had both hands free.
 
 
With one you gripped your steadily hardening cock, and with the other you grabbed the back of her head- ensuring she could look nowhere but at your member. You rubbed up and down the shaft a few times, making sure it was well and truly prepared before you positioned it in front of Elisif’s panicked face. You pulled her oh so slowly towards the tip, pressing her face against it as the slit widened. Her squirming became more frantic, and both your legs and tail tightened around the Jarl to hold her steady. Soon your cock was slipping over her face, over her head. Once it was halfway in, you released the back of her head and rolled your hips forward. With a satisfying tightening, her head was pushed into your dick. Pleasure once more ran up your person, fueling that desire deep within you. Pushing forward that urge to turn your traitorous mother into nothing more than a pile of cum to be washed away.
 
 
You moved both hands to your cock, feeling her head and face through the thick walls of your member. This also served to hold it steady as your tail flexed and began to push her deeper. A shove from it, and a gasp from you, and her shoulders had been forced into the narrow confines. A dull smirk formed on your face as you continued to work her squirming form deeper, past her chest and down to her stomach. When you reached there, your tail uncurled from her body completely and allowed her to just struggle. Which she did.
 
 
She kicked, and wiggled, and tried desperately to free her hands. All to no avail. In fact, you noticed quite soon that her struggles weren’t freeing her, they were working her deeper and deeper inside. With that knowledge you sat there, tail flicking about behind you as you rubbed along your member, watching as each new struggle pushed her deeper inside. When it had reached to just about her hips, you moved one hand forward. Tugging at her undergarments and the loosely hanging skirts. A quick motion and your claws had ripped them apart, leaving her almost completely bare- not counting her shoes. You weren’t quite there yet though.
 
 
Elisif shouted something to you, but you didn’t listen. Only moved both hands tightly around your cock, steadily lifting the large mass upwards. Not fully upright, but just enough to get the Jarl sliding down your shaft at a steady enough rate. With every wiggle, she sank even deeper, even as she realized what she was doing. It was far too late- even as she tried to avoid squirming at all. Bit by bit she descended, past her hips, past her knees. You could feel her head and shoulders starting to curl into your balls now, a feeling that just made you want her sooner. She was still and whimpering as you reached forward and knocked the shoes from her feet, then grabbed hold of them.
 
 
“Well, here’s your final stop, ‘mother’.” You chided, before taking a breath and roughly shoving Elisif’s remaining legs and feet down and into your member. You let out a heavy moan, leaning forward and holding your cock tightly to feel as the woman slipped down, and down. Every bit of her descending your shaft and curling up tightly in your balls. At which point you turned around on your bed, climbing up fully onto it and resting your squirming sac on the cum stained mattress. You then propped yourself on top of it, feeling every slight struggle so intimately under your person.
 
 
You began to rock back and forth, rolling your hips and pumping your cock between your hands. Not enough to make you release, not quite yet, but certainly enough to build your arousal. To start filling your balls with hot cum- ready to churn up and melt the future High Queen of Skyrim down into nothing but an extra large helping of ball batter. Idly you wished you had someone to pump it into, to let your mother’s last resting place be in the asshole of some insignificant servant. But the door was locked, and you weren’t about to go searching for the one that might be willing to help you with just that.
 
 
“Ah, you feel amazing down there!” You purred, head back as you lowered one hand to massage roughly into your person-sized sac. “I can’t believe you stopped me! This is fantastic!” A moan slipped from your lips as she squirmed just right against your pussy, making you push deeper and harder against her form. Time passed like this, with you essentially humping your own sac to break her down faster… and it was working. Every minute that passed, the squirming lessened. The shouting quieted. And every time you lowered, you could feel less and less of a solid mass within. While you would’ve loved to keep her around longer, you couldn’t afford to get caught like this. So you thrusted harder, and harder, pumping against your sac until-! You couldn’t feel any movement at all.
 
 
As your balls at last became soft, and the squirming died down completely, you knew the deed was done. You rubbed your cock, looking down at your almost perfectly rounded balls that were oh so full of ex-jarl. You wanted to release. To spray her remains all across the walls of this room that you would never return to. But then another idea wormed its way into your head. One that you were all too willing to obey. You stood from your bed, putting on a long and flowing dress. One thick enough for those cold Skyrim winters, and long enough to easily hide your large cock and swaying balls even as you moved about. And once you were dressed, you left your room with haste. People would notice Elisif was missing soon, and that female servant would no doubt tell everyone what had happened to her. You acted fast, making your way out of the Blue Palace around to the back of it. Soon you spotted exactly what you were looking for- the grates leading down to the simple sewer system. Just some water runoff carrying it out of the city, but it would do just fine.
 
 
Out of the sight of Solitude’s public, tucked away behind the grand building that once housed Jarl Elisif, you hiked up the skirts of your dress and took the large cock in your hands. You ran your fingers down its length, letting out a breathless moan. You had to be quiet, but damn would this feel amazing. Just the thought that you were about to shoot out an entire person-turned-cum was getting you excited.
 
 
You began to pump your hips, hands quickly stroking your cock up and down. The speed increased as did the pleasure. Your balls started to feel tight, the liquid within sloshing about with every movement. Your breath turned heavy and quick, head tilting back. Feeling the climax nearing, you bit your lip- drawing some blood in the process in order to quiet yourself.
 
 
Then, it happened. The ex-Jarl Elisif pushed up through your shaft, spraying outward to where you aimed your cock. Right at the drainage gate. Thick streams of hot cum ejected from your dick, splashing against the ground in heavy waves before being carried out of the city by the steady current. This went on, and on, your balls steadily decreasing in size as a whole person’s worth of cum was disposed of. By the time you had finished, you were a panting mess; leaning back against the wall of the palace, dick in hand as you watched the last bits of cum wash out of the city, down into the ocean. Where nobody would ever see it.
 
 
And just like that, Elisif was gone. All that remained of her was the scattered clothing you’d left in your room. Sure, people would eventually figure out what had happened; or they’d at least guess it with that servant running about. But by then, you’d be long gone. Far from Solitude, and indulging yourself elsewhere just as boldly as you had here.
 
 
Perhaps turning all the Jarls into cumstains would be something to pursue.