It's time for an exciting new season of Nazeem Legends!
Each new addition must be a continuation from the last one. You must wait for at least one other person to post before adding another piece to the story. Credits goes to Dark Jeto for original idea, and also HumbleDaedricServant, Ottoman Hold, Anbeegod for the continuation of the prequel, Anbeegod for the starting of the sequel, and Ottoman Hold, The Beautiful Princess Ashley, Master of the Night, GlowingSans, The Crusader of Truth, and The Cat Master for the continuation of the series.
Last season left off with: Nazeem had seen [sexual atrocities] all before, so his spirit traveled to the future.
Since she mentioned the all-maker, Nazeem cleverly appealed to her sense of duty and obligation. He emphasised that it was a shaman's responsibility to care and nurture the land, and the animals that roam it.
Reluctantly, she agrees. Not wanting others to see them, she takes him into her hut, where she removes her armour and undergarments. Nazeem watches with bated breath and a twitching cock...
His body might've changed, but his sex drive didn't.
He approached the blonde shaman once again, and tried to guilt trip her into helping a young boy in need. But she didn't fall for it this time, and brought little Nazeem over her knee, and spanked him.
Wanting another release, little Nazeem quickly shoves his still swollen cock into her mouth and starts pounding it with a passion. But this time the little boy was a bit too loud as he experienced his second orgasm.
The two stop as they hear a knock on the front door. "Everything ok, Frea?" Storn asks. "Just a minute, father!" Frea shouts, as she hastily puts on her bra whilst Nazeem scrambles out the back window.
Frea was thus reprimanded and exiled from the Skaal village, for committing sinful acts with a minor. Alone, she wandered Solstheim and coincidentally ran into little Nazeem along the way.
Upon noticing her, Nazeem had the biggest smile, and asked her if she was up for another round of fun. She didn't say anything, and stared at him for a good five seconds with a grim look. Afterward, she punched him in the face so hard, he was sent flying back into a brick wall.
Aela herself came along and grabbed it, later cooking it in the Companions headquarters. She added these ingredients:
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
The Circle indulged in this chewy cock stew and only had good things to say about it. Aela had cooked his penis at just the right length and temperature, which made it very tender and soft. The herbs also made it very palatable and tasty.
But he refused to complete the civil war in any sense whatsoever when he was told that the Stormcloaks recruits would "fuck their sisters" and those with the Imperials would "take it up the arse from the Thalmor".
So the Dovahkiin turned to Nazeem for guidance, and the latter suggested assisting the stormcloaks. Reason being, most stormcloak troopers are female, (and very attractive). This would ultimately increase the availability of fertile pussy in the snowy province.
And so the two made haste for Windhelm with the hopes of enlisting. They did, and their first assignment involved...
To prove myself worthy of becoming a Stormcloak, Galmar Stone-Fist has sent me to kill a Wampa on the frigid planet of Hoth, where the Rebel Alliance is amassing a substantial quantity of personnel and material, no doubt in preparation for an inevitable assault launched by the Galactic Empire
The argonians were soon sent back to Black Marsh. And with that, virtually all of Windhelm's homes were empty, as very few are actually nords.
Since Nazeem and the Dovahkiin still couldn't get girlfriends even after winning the war, they decided to throw house parties in the newly vacant houses. This involved much alcohol, pillow fights, and loud music.
The two were still resentful that they put their lives on the line for the stormcloak cause, and yet the female soldiers still won't give them the time of day.
They thus contrived a plan to kidnap a female stormcloak, and take turns fucking her. Nazeem suggested using alchemical ingredients to sedate the victim, whereas the dragonborn wanted to use illusion magic. They then agreed that they would use...
Nazeem used a mixture of hanging moss, frost miriam, and canis root to produce a herbal sedative. He then spiked the tea of a stormcloak soldier at the Candlehearth Hall.
Following her as she made her rounds around the grey quarter, she soon passed out and the two dragged her into house of clan Hlaalu (it was abondoned since they were deported). But the sedative wasn't potent enough, and the stormcloak awoke just as Nazeem was removing her underwear. She then knocked them both out... cold.
Nazeem quickly shoved a sock into her mouth so her screams couldn't be heard. He then looks into her eyes, claiming that no one is coming to save her, and that both he and the dragonborn have been lonely for a very long time.
The dragonborn inserts his manhood into her tight pussy, and could instantly tell that she was still a virgin. Her muffled screams and the duo's maniacal laughter filled the air, as their loneliness and frustration was finally satiated.