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| In the end, it was little trouble convincing the Greybeards to take part in Devilah's 'show'. The feeble protests they mounted were easily countered when Faniel reminded them that they had lied point-blank to an Angel. "Besides," she added as a capstone to her argument, "what profit is it to spill your seed upon the dusky ground like the heathen? You're going to do it anyway. It might as well go to a good cause! Now get over your embarrassment and do something worthwhile with your fading sexuality for once!"

Even Arngeir could put up no argument and they agreed to do their duty for Devilah that evening. | |

| After Sampson's fourth ejaculation landed squarely on Devilah's ass and dribbled between her cheeks, he collapsed and flopped over, breathing heavily. True to her word, he had completely forgotten about the small crowd that had been watching. As he lay panting, she gave him a smile when he opened his eyes but still displaying her rump to any remaining spectators.

"Great job!" she assured him. "I think we got all we're going to get out of them tonight."

"Them and me! I'm drained Dev!" | |

| In fact, only one die-hard remained besides Faniel in the audience, and Devilah was not surprised to see it was her friend Borri who was just tucking his member back under his robe after making his own deposit for her. However, now that he had his hands free, he joined Faniel in a round of applause.

"You the last one left Borri?" Devilah asked, getting up and looking around.

He nodded. "Apparently the others just haven't got my stamina!" | |

| She took his container and looked at it appreciatively. "Nice job Borri!"

"Well, your performance was very inspirational. I don't think any of us are going to need much inspiration beyond our memory of tonight to keep your supplies up for quite some time!"

"But just to be sure, we'll do it again tomorrow night before we leave for good."

"I just hope I can contribute half as much! Goodnight Devilah. We will all sleep well tonight!" he said as he walked from the room.

"Faniel, what did you think?" | |

| In fact, the show might not have happened at all had Faniel not 'suggested' the Greybeards could consider this a penance for their failed vow before. In their eyes, however, her word was their command and all had attended without complaint. Once the show had really gotten underway though, they needed no further incentive beyond that presented by Devilah and Sampson directly.

"Devilah, you are an artist... and a contortionist!"

Her lips pulled back to reveal her fangs in a proud smile, Devilah thanked the Angel for the complement. "I... do try!"

"I don't mind telling you I am turned on big-time Devilah. Your skills are appreciated not only by the Greybeards. I now understand the purpose of a dildo!"

"If... if you want, Faniel. We could... you know. I'm sure Sampson would be okay with it."

Sampson nodded his assent, but Faniel cut her short.

"I know you would Devilah. But no... I can handle my own needs. Don't think I don't want to. But... an Angel's passion is a dangerous thing, even for you. No, you and Sampson go have a good night. I'll take care of myself. But thank you for the offer. Really. Were I a human, I promise you I'd ride your face like a horse right now!" | |

| "And I promise the pleasure would be all mine, Faniel. I'd love to taste an Angel! But if not, good night then."

"Have a good night, both of you. I'll be along soon. Now take your poor lover to bed. He's exhausted!"

With that, Devilah and Sampson left Faniel.

"I bet you'd love to taste me, Devilah. Only I'm afraid you'd then be addicted to two tastes," Devilah thought.

She looked up then, no longer able to stop from touching herself. "I wonder sometimes if maybe you made this instinct too strong," she said aloud to her maker.

Though a few minutes later, as she sat panting with eyes closed and rubbing herself down from her own climax, she moaned, "Nevermind. Nothing this good should be changed one iota. Forgive one who should know better by now." Then she left to her own bed. | |

| A robed figure finally stepped into the light and crossed silently over to where Faniel had released her own desire minutes before. He looked around as if to verify he was alone, then reached out a hesitant finger to touch the wet floor there. He brought the finger up and sniffed it hesitantly. The fragrance was nothing remotely earthy. He could not truly describe it, but it brought visions of wide, wild meadows to his mind. A smile grew on the face underneath the cowl as he inhaled deeply, his instinct somehow rekindled regardless of his age or how much he had left to the Succubus during the show. The figure then touched the finger to his tongue. And he was instantly lost. | |

| The next morning dawned clear and cold, as most all days were in High Hrothgar. Faniel, Devilah and Sampson left Arngeir to follow the trail he had pointed out that led to the peak of the mountain and Paarthurnax after a quick breakfast. Devilah and Faniel both stood out incongruously in their meager and non-existent clothing upon the mountain, but neither had any problem with the cold while Sampson held his fur armor close around him. | |

| The climb had been uneventful but arduous as the wind seemed to fight their every step. Finally, as they turned a corner, the howling wind died away and they stood before a wide open area. Before them, there could be no mistaking the looming form in front of them as the Dragon Paarthurnax. Even Devilah was intimidated by its size as Sampson and her walked forward. Faniel didn't hesitate though and strode up to the dragon without a pause. | |

| "Hi dragon!," she said cheerfully. "Are you Paarthurnax?"

"Oh! You're no Dragonborn! What are you? You have the body of a human and the wings of a large bird. Yet I sense you mean no harm. Come closer. Let me see you more clearly."

"I am not of this world, Parthy. Do you mind if I call you Parthy?"

The dragon stretched his wings. "Aren't I a bit large for such a small name?"

Faniel shrugged and continued to look at the dragon expectantly. | |

| The dragon looked at the other two menacingly. "You may call me 'Parthy', otherworlder. These two may call me 'Paarthurnax'. Or Death. Whichever they prefer."

"Oh, now. They're my friends. Be nice. They came a long way to help me."

The dragon's face softened perhaps. "The Greybeards let you up to see me, yet you are not Dragonborn. This is an event unprecedented in living memory. What brings you here to me?"

"I'm looking for something. I won't bore you with details, but it's something I've lost but I need it to get home. I was hoping I could see it from up here." | |

| You must have very good eyes! So, have you found it?"

"No. I know it's that way..." Faniel said, gesturing somewhat northwesterly. So I have a better idea than I did before. But I can't tell how far away it is. I thought maybe you could help me!"

A note of incredulity crept into the dragon's voice. "Help you how? I hope you don't mean..."

"Just a little ride," Faniel cajoled the Dragon, sitting on one wing while his massive head swung around to look at her. "You could fly me around down that way in minutes what would take us days to walk. And I could figure out where it is a lot easier at your speeds. Surely a Dragon as great as you would have no problem. I'm very light you know! Please Parthy, could you take me for a ride?" | |

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