Blackfeather Woods Piragua

The gentle preening of her brother calmed her. Just mentioning her wayward son was enough to rile her. She blamed herself for his straying, especially since she had so meticulously cultivated all of them. Perhaps it was her leaving that triggered it. She sighed, long and exasperated. Sheogorath had boiled it down to mere child rebelliousness, but there was something in her that was still afraid that it would continue long into his adult life. She didn't want it to; who knew how to the Gods, how Mephala would react?

Potema wasn't paying attention to where Sheogorath was moving. She jolted at the touch, the lightning touch flaring her loins to life, and a pleasured moan escaped her lips. But it was brief. Potema pulled herself out of the pool as fast as she could, as if Sheogorath was chasing her, wheeling around to glare at him with accusing eyes, hoping her disgusted face was enough to push down the warm feelings inside her.

everyone's horny for Sheo in the end