The Amulet of Dibella (Skyrim, Futa/F, Mild Consensual Transformation, Excessive Cum)

The Amulet of Dibella

By FIU (Azranielle on Hentai-Foundry)

3E 14 – The Amulet of Dibella is crafted by The Circle of Dibella - a coven of expert enchanters in early Third Era. The enchanters use the Amulet to plant the seed of Dibella’s erotic influence.

3E 43 – Shrine of Dibella is founded and constructed in Arikstead, Cyrodiil. Whoever is granted the honour of shrine attendant is required to wear and safeguard the Amulet.

3E 50 – The Shrine of Dibella becomes increasingly popular amongst those seeking erotic instruction. The Amulet of Dibella becomes well-known amongst temple-goers in aiding with in-depth instruction.

3E 55 – Shrine attendant is murdered. Search of the body reveals the Amulet is missing.

3E 56-65 – The Shrine of Dibella decreases in popularity. Followers dislike mime-techniques brought in by the Ascendant attendant.

3E 68 – Attendant murderer confesses, returns the Amulet. Amulet of Dibella restored to attendant.

3E 69-140 – Shrine of Dibella enjoys massive resurgence of worshippers. Rumours circulate of occult activities – allegations are denied by attendant. Men in surrounding area report ‘fantastic’ marriages.

3E 145 – Arikstead raided and subsequently destroyed. Shrine of Dibella destroyed. Location of Amulet is unknown, presumed lost.

3E 149 – Arikstead rebuilt. Shrine attendant bloodline broken.

3E 162 – Shrine of Dibella rebuilt in Arikstead. Locals complain of stagnant marriages.

3E 321 – Disturbed travellers report a ‘female daedra’ wearing an amulet, and equipped with male genitals close to Cyrodilic border. Reports cannot be substantiated.

3E 322-

4E 187 – Amulet lost.

4E 188 – Temple of Dibella in Markarth in the province of Skyrim enjoys resurgence of worshippers following the acquisition of the Amulet of Dibella.

4E 198 – Amulet of Dibella is stolen from the Temple in Markarth. Temple reports waning supporters.

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Rain fell in rolling blankets against the roof of the small wooden shack, huddled against the mountainside. Thunder cracked and lightning split the skies in gigantic, incandescent forks. The peaks of the mountain range in the centre of the inhospitable, snowy realm hid the moon from sight, casting the entire region in a blanket of darkness only to be expunged in the split-second it took for lightning to strike again. An invisible form, wreathed in eldritch magic, moved to crouch against the weather at the base of the hill leading up to the mountainside shack. Its invisible outline was only discernable because of the rain, which pelted against it from, seemingly, all directions. It was female - but beyond that, indescribable.

Under normal observation, the shack seemed unassuming, run-down, perhaps even abandoned, and for the figure’s journey to end here seemed inappropriate -somehow anticlimactic. She’d tracked the artefact’s magical trail for weeks on end, from the Northern, snowy mountain ranges, to the edges of the Southern forests, always a day or two behind it, no matter how fast she’d moved. It was truly a worthy challenge - to track a thief - because they never stopped moving. They never used the main roads, took the most hazardous routes throughout the mountains, through cave systems and out into the fringes of the death swamps. They snuck past giants’ camps and evaded the eye of the most watchful reawakened dragons - but eventually they needed to sleep, just as any mortal did.

The figure raised a spectral hand and ushered forth a brief pulse of magical detection energy. It washed across the grass towards the shack, bathing the small house in a soft, blue glow, which only the figure could perceive. The spectre waited for a few moments, then smiled as her suspicions were confirmed; a network of magical, glowing, yellow sensor threads clung to every accessible window and doorframe. This meant that she had definitely come to the right place, and she was very happy for that. Finally, this challenge would be over, once she had the artefact back in her hands, and it would be her turn to evade. The figure sent out another, stronger pulse of magic, and immediately became grateful that she had. Not two feet in front of her, the beginnings of an overarching dome of similar sensor-threads extended towards the sky, and then back down into the dirt the sides of the shack.

The figure cursed mentally - she knew it couldn’t poss

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