"Oh, it's fine," she says, pouting a bit. "It was all fun, anyway."

"Unfortunately I don't remember any of it. Or, well, that one night that somehow lasted forever and took me all over Skyrim, what was up with that." He finds himself still talking casually to a literal fucking god but he can't seem to stop.

She doesn't seem to mind it.

"Ah, well, I may have overdone it a little bit on the alcohol," she says, sounding sheepish. She walks up to Ruby then wraps one arm around his waist and turns him around to start leading him to the banquet. "But everything that happened afterwards was delightful."

"You've been watching me," he says; not quite a question, more like a realisation.

"I have! I had an intuition about you but you've surpassed all of my expectations! I mean, really, having sex with the giant? Goodness, I'll be masturbating to that memory for eons."

"...honestly, so will I."

She pushes him onto a chair and then sits next to him and grabs a mug of mulled wine and a leg of roast pheasant. "Now come on, this party is in your honour! Relax, enjoy, eat, drink, be merry! And I'm sure most people here would love to fuck you, too. I sure want a round two and maybe twelve. And if you can take a giant, I bet you could have two or three of the boys here all at once."

"...how would that even work? Logistically."

"Where there's a will, there's a way!"

"I suppose I cannot argue with that."

"...but why me?"

"...honestly, I don't really think my decisions through most of the time. I don't have a good reason. You just looked fun. But now, now I know you're fun, and who knows what will happen in the future if little uncle Sanguine keeps his eye on you? I think you're going places, Ruby, and I can't wait to see what those places are."

That was not subtle at all. The god of debauchery is gonna keep an eye on him, is she?

"'Uncle' Sanguine?"

"Oh, your languages and your genders." She shifts into a distinctly masculine appearance, then a distinctly feminine appearance, then a distinctly demonic and genderless appearance, before reverting to the first one. "I can be whatever I want."

"...I feel a bit intimidated now that I know you're a god but also that was really hot and I kind of want to fuck every one of your shapes," he admits, because again Sanguine is coming off as incredibly friendly and unlikely to be offended by this.

"You're a mortal! You can't fuck all of them, you'd die of old age first! But we can get a good selection, why don't we, I can tell you seem to like big..."

"What gave me away?"

"The giant! Also your boyfriend, what's he called, Onmund? For a mortal he is rather gifted."

...oh, man, how is he going to explain this whole thing to Onmund.

"Oh, actually, there was a note talking about items needed to fix some staff? I have, uh, two of them..."

She flicks her wrist dismissively. "Oh, that. The staff was a gift I promised you, and you will have it, aunt Sanguine insists, even if you don't remember it. But the whole 'breaking' thing was just an excuse to send you off to all corners of Skyrim to spread fun and merriment, and you most certainly delivered!"

Ooh he has quest rewards, that's neat.

"Alright I think that's all the questions but now you got me all worked up so do you wanna fuck?"

"Thought you'd never ask, gorgeous."

The night is long, and full of merriment. Ruby doesn't literally have more sex tonight than he's ever had put together but it's because they don't have enough time for that. They eat, they drink, they fuck, they sing, they kiss, they dance, they party.

He has no idea who these guests are, how they got here, but they're all clearly also having fun. All of them expect they'll go back to their ordinary lives afterwards, and they won't have something like this ever again—but under the light of the lanterns and fireflies and in the company of friends it's not so sad a thought. It'll be a memory to be cherished, and should they ever meet again in life, they will remember, and they will share their time again, and they might love each other once more, for another night.

"Ruby? When'd you get in?"

The familiar voice shakes him awake, and he sits up, blinking blearily. "...Dagur?"