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The Team That Sleeps Together...

The Forsworn Retribution
Part V - "Braves"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: July 1, 2014

It seemed as though Maximus’ love of celebration had rubbed off on his lady friends. Dinner consisted of juicy steaks and boiled potatoes for everyone except the Dunmer and Sabrina, who instead had a couple bowls of leek and pea soup and a single glass of wine, respectively. Sabrina, who either wouldn’t or couldn’t consume ordinary food, simply sipped from her glass every now and then. After over an hour, she had barely finished half of her one and only glass. This earned more than a few eyebrow raises from Kleppr as he brought Bunny steak after steak. The young Breton, at least, had quickly displayed a very healthy appetite for meat, something Maximus could only hope extended to her bedroom behaviour.

The conversation was nonstop and enjoyable for all. Even the Dunmer, usually the most reserved of the bunch, began vocally contributing. Around the time Maximus was finishing his second bottle of mead, the subject of Daedric Princes came up. Svetlana had barely finished chastising Maximus for what she believed was a developing reliance on alcohol when she was asking Sabrina about the School of Conjuration, which naturally led into trafficking with denizens of Oblivion. Sabrina was quite open about her interest and involvement in the taboo subject. Matter-of-factly, although in a somewhat hushed tone, she stated “Well, of course I’ve dealt with Daedra, before. Any conjurer of real worth has done so. Of course, I haven’t dealt with all of the Princes. Some are more liable to damn their summoner than others.”

Bunny, just before biting into a mouthful of steak, asked “Did you ever deal with Hircine? He’s pretty popular with some of my people.” Sabrina smiled and shook her head. “No, Hircine’s exceptionally difficult to contact, if you have any sort of ties with civilization. I’ve dealt with Azura and Meridia, although I could never do that again after I...Well. I’ve also dealt with Hermaeus Mora, Nocturnal, and, surprisingly, Malacath. I guess He considered me some sort of outcast, after my old master tricked me into my new body. I avoided Molag Bal and Sheogorath like a plague, the two of them have rather demented ideas about what it means to greet summoners. You know, to be completely honest, the School of Conjuration, and Oblivion in general, has always interested me...In fact, I’m reminded of something I read, once. Something I’ve always been curious about, but have never really gotten an answer to.” The Dunmer took a swig from a bottle of mead, curiously prodding Sabrina to go on and explain.

Sabrina lost her smile as she thought. “A few years ago, I found an extremely old document. Considering it was written in the Ayleid language, it must’ve been drawn up at some point during the Mythic Era, or very early First Era. It listed all of the then-known Daedric Princes, which was more or less all of the ones we know, today. There were only three differences...One, Hircine wasn’t there. Two, Peryite was listed as the Prince of Pestilence, not Order. Three, there was mention of a Prince I’ve never seen anywhere else, somebody called Jyggalag. He was referred to as the Prince of Order, instead of Peryite. That’s always presented a big mystery, to me...Who was Jyggalag? Was He a Prince who lost His power? Did Peryite cast Him down and overtake His sphere of influence, or did they simply have different interpretations of what Order means? I’ve read a quote by Vivec that says the Dwemer worshipped Logic and Order, so does that mean they venerated Julianos and Jyggalag? I’ve never seen or heard of any shrines to Him. It’s just...It’s hard to imagine anything catastrophic happening to a Prince of Oblivion. I mean, they’ve been around for as long as the gods have.”

Sabrina took a sip from her glass, then added “I even asked Azura about it, but for someone who apparently knows everything, She doesn’t really show off Her knowledge. I thought about asking Hermaeus Mora, but that could’ve led me into an endless search through His halls. No thanks. I like my mind in just the shape it is, thank you very much. Conjuration is interesting, but I’m no fool. The less one deals with the Princes, the better off one will be. I suppose I’ll never find out what the truth of Jyggalag is.” Svetlana raised an eyebrow, looking over at Bunny. Smiling, she asked “Now, that reminds me...While we’re on the subject of gods, I’ve always wanted to know, what do the F...Well, you know who, who do they worship?” Bunny smiled, finishing off her fourth steak with a big, happy sigh. Setting her utensils on her plate was hopefully a sign that she was finally satisfied.

“Things we call The Old Gods. The quickest way to explain would be to say that we worship everything...Gods, Daedra Princes, our own ancestors...We believe in spirits, both greater and lesser. The respect for certain spirits differs from clan to clan, and we all shift our focus when our needs are different. We believe that everything and everyone has a spirit, and that if invoked, they can respond and have an effect on the mortal world. Sometimes, that just means inspiring an individual. Sometimes, like with the greatest spirits, they can move mountains. My father once told me a story about how he prayed to my grandfather, and suddenly felt a burst of energy that helped him slay two fully grown brown bears. I’ve never felt anything like that, myself, but I have no reason to doubt it’s true. That’s how we explain Tiber Septim turning into Talos, too. People worshipped him so much, his spirit more or less grew into a god.”

“Interesting.” Sabrina murmured, beginning to slowly drum her fingers over the table. Svetlana lightly banged a hand down on the table, grinning with sudden amusement. She was already fighting back snickers as she explained. “Oh, that reminds me of something that happened at the temple, once! Oh, gods, this was hilarious. Just goes to show how repressed some Imperials can be, no offense, Max. You certainly aren’t repressed.” Maximus quickly smiled and gave her a wink. Svetlana grinned and continued, one of her hands straying over to his lap from underneath the table. “So, while I was still in training, a man came into the temple with his wife. The sisters tried telling him that Nordic belief held that only women should enter the house of Dibella, but he claimed he was desperate for marital aid.”

Svetlana’s face briefly went flush. Whether it was from the story or from her hand finding Maximus’ crotch, not even he knew. Svetlana chuckled to herself. “Now, “marital aid” can, ahem, come in a lot of forms...Since I was still in training, I was expected to make a good learning experience out of it. When I went to see the two, they both admitted to thinking that the spark had left their marriage. I tried asking what they meant, but neither of them could say it. Then, the husband says the oddest thing...He says he wants to take his wife to “the City of Love,” and wants to know if I think it’ll be a good idea. I had no idea what he meant, so he explains that he was talking about the Imperial City...That’s when he started getting this big, perverted grin, and his wife started going all red, heh heh. Couple of neuters, they were.”

Svetlana mirrored her own story. Fondling Maximus’ crotch had turned her red, but a lecherous grin went on her face when she stuck her other hand up Sabrina’s skirt. Sabrina flinched and nearly jumped out of her seat, subtly looking downwards. Maximus just smiled widely. Sitting next to Svetlana like he was, he could see exactly where her other arm had gone. She just couldn’t help but let her hands wander, could she? Sabrina glanced around from face to face, perhaps wondering if everyone else was in on the gag. Svetlana tried to finish her story, but abruptly ended mid-word when Sabrina suddenly squeezed her thighs shut, clamping down on Svetlana’s trespassing hand. The priestess quickly pulled her hand back out from under the table, but not before giving the vampire a disappointed slap over the knee. Raising an eyebrow, she sullenly muttered out “I’ll remember that. You’re no fun, you know that?”

Sabrina smiled to herself, crossing one leg over the other as she took a little victory sip from her glass. Bunny and the Dunmer, meanwhile, just glanced at each other in confusion. Svetlana gave Maximus one final grope, then grinned and withdrew, finally getting around to finishing her story. “So, as I was saying...The husband starts grinning like a lad in puberty, and he says “Well, ‘cause it’s the city! The city! City of Love! Ever seen it at night? It’s like a big jewel, with all those candles in the windows...Get it? Night? Lights? Love? Oh hoh, City of Love, I tell you!” By the gods, I could barely keep from laughing in his face. Some people really need to get out, more.” The Dunmer grinned, trying not to laugh as she said “If he thought that’s racy, you should’ve told him to read The Lusty Argonian Maid. That’d put some curl in his beard, heh heh.” Bunny suddenly grinned and sat up, blurting out “Oh, I love that book! I...”

She trailed off and went red, awkwardly averting her eyes from everyone. The Dunmer chortled. Svetlana got a big, wicked grin on her face. Maximus furrowed his brow and glanced off to the side, thinking aloud. “Lusty Argonian Maid...Think I had a nightmare like that, once.” He shuddered and shook his head, then raised his bottle to his lips. Before he could get another quaff, Svetlana grabbed him by the wrist and pulled the bottle back down. Although she was smiling, her wide eyes showed her concern was no jest. “Maximus, stop it! You’ve been drinking like a fish, the last couple days! You wanna wake up with a fat head? Put the damn bottle down, you’ve had enough!” Maximus raised an eyebrow at her, but played along.

“Never thought I’d hear something like that from you, miss drinking contests.” Bunny gasped when Maximus suddenly reached over, forcing down his bottle in front of her. His eyes still on Svetlana, he asked “Thirsty, Bunny? You can finish this off before this old maid natters my ear off.” Svetlana instantly gave him a slap on the arm at the insult. Bunny glanced up at him, then let her eyes fall back to the bottle. Slowly, she mumbled “Well...Never been much of a drinker, before. To be honest, alcohol never really interested me...But, I suppose...Mmf, I guess one bottle wouldn’t hurt...” “Famous last words” the Dunmer quipped with a smile, briefly biting down on a thumb. Bunny seemed to interpret that as a challenge, which put a surprisingly sharp glint in her eyes. Apparently, she wanted to prove herself to the others, because that first bottle was finished in under ten seconds. The other four, less than three minutes. Unfortunately for Bunny, thirst to prove oneself does not make endurance in thirst, itself.

“H...Have I ever told you guys how much I, urp...‘Scuse me...Have I ever thanked you for getting me away from my ffffamily? I mean, lookit how quickly they wanted to kill me...Even though they treated me like dirt! They couldn’t even udderstand...Udderstand?...Udders.” Bunny gave a quick point at Sabrina’s chest, then fell into riotous laughter. The Dunmer rolled her eyes. Sabrina shrugged, glancing around at the others in open bewilderment. When Bunny had finally calmed herself, she gave Sabrina a light pat on the arm. Face burning red from the spirits, she cooed out “I’m just kidding, Sabrina. You know I love ya. Heyyy, maybe you could make me a magic ring for udders, some day? Gods know you’ve got enough to go around, and I could use a bit more. Lana, does D-Dibella give bigger bosoms to good followers? I imagine that’s a...That’s a problem with the men.” Once again, Bunny found herself utterly hilarious, and started slapping her hands against the table while laughing herself to tears. Maximus and Svetlana glanced at one another, smiling to themselves in amusement.

The Dunmer, chin resting in one hand, knowingly said “Why was I so sure that the little Breton couldn’t hold her booze? Better not get her another bottle, or else the laughing will turn to retching.” Bunny’s laughter died faster than a deer in a werewolf den. Giving the Dunmer a look of horrendous offense, she loudly declared “Excuse me?! How dare you! I’ll have you know that I could have another seven...No, nine bottles! If I could brew ale, I’d make stuff twurp, ‘scuse me...I’d make stuff twice as strong! If I can’t handle another three bottles, at least, I’ll get down and kiss every man here right on his-” Cheers burst from every corner of the inn. The sound startled Bunny, who recoiled and very nearly fell off her chair. The only reason why she didn’t crash on her head and give everyone a look up her loincloth was because the Dunmer stuck a hand behind her, catching her just in time.

Maximus smiled and glanced over his shoulder at the rest of the inn. He had to admit, he got a weird sort of kick out of hearing everyone’s interest in Bunny. After all, if the night was going to end with her on her knees, it’d be Maximus ringing the dinner bell for the gravy train. Everyone else could go home to their ball-busting wife. Svetlana was smirking as she gave the table a little rapping with her knuckles. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think that marks an end for the night. It’s getting pretty late, and we should really get Bunny to a bed before she does something she’ll regret, in the morning. We’re still staying here for the night, right, Max?” Maximus smiled and nodded. “That we are. I figure we’ll only need two rooms. Lana, you and I can keep an eye on Bunny, make sure she doesn’t saunter out and try to prove her endurance in a different kind of way. Wouldn’t want her to get stupid, now. Sabrina, you can share-”

The Dunmer cut him off with a disbelieving little chortle. Her brow furrowing, she smiled and declared “If you’re expecting me to spend a night with Sabrina, you’re delusional. I’ll pay for the room, myself, if I have to. A bed all to myself, for once, would be a welcome change.” Maximus’ brow slowly furrowed. His smile spread before he leaned in towards her and muttered out “Don’t get used to it.” The Dunmer didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her smile waver. She just narrowed an eye at him, making her chair squeak against the floor as she slid an inch away. Sabrina shrugged, sipping from her glass once again as she commented “Suits me fine. I like having privacy, anyway. I suppose three rooms, then?”

Maximus stood up from his seat. He had a feeling Svetlana already knew what he had in mind for the night, he could practically smell the juices leaking onto her chair. “I guess so, since the elf wants to be difficult about it. I’ll go get the keys. Svetlana, get our little lush up to her feet before she falls over and uses that cloak like a blanket, would you?” Bunny made a rude gesture at Maximus, giggling to herself as she said “Oblivion take you, Max! If I’m using anything for a blanket, it better be something that’ll kiss me goodnight!” Maximus raised an eyebrow. Well, if that’s how she wanted to be about it...Oblivion probably would take him for answering her prayers. Then again, when had that ever stopped him, before? A wise man once said that there was no such thing as a lukewarm hell. It wouldn’t do to let her feel left out...

“...Urgh, Bunny, could you stop dragging your damn feet? Can’t you even walk, for crying out loud?” Svetlana grunted out, helping Maximus support her as they pulled her into their inn room. Bunny tittered, cooing out “Nuh-uh, I’m like a helpless wittle baby! I, urp...How come nobody ever told me that drinking makes you burp and hiccup?!” Maximus raised an eyebrow, kicking the bedroom door shut behind them all. “It usually doesn’t, unless you chug five bottles in under five minutes. Who would’ve thought a bit of ale could’ve turned our little alchemist into such a tart? Some people really can’t hold their own.” Bunny leaned her head towards him, mumbling out “What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?...Oh, you mean that bet I almost made? Aw, c’mon Max, it was all in good fun...Sorry, almost burped, again...I didn’t mean to make you jealous...”

Maximus let out a braying laugh. “Jealous? Oh, Bunny, I think we seriously misunderstand each other.” He stepped away from her, letting Svetlana pull Bunny over to the bed, sitting her down on the edge. Maximus locked the bedroom door, smiling as the sounds of inebriated laughter crept in from under the door. Bunny sluggishly pulled Sabrina’s cloak from herself, throwing it down to the floor with a grunt. Wearing the stifling garment through a hot meal and fits of drunken revelry had left her a bit steamed up, making her glisten in more ways than one. Svetlana had a naughty smile on her face as she bent over, grabbing the bottom half of her robe without any hesitation or contemplation. Bunny started pulling off her fur bra, amusingly oblivious to the Nord woman standing directly in front of her.

Bunny rambled drunkenly as she kicked off her boots and pulled off her loincloth.“You guys...You’re so good to me. You’re so much nicer to me than my family ever was...I swear, I’ll repay you, even if I have to mix a thousand potions...I’m trying so hard to be helpful, I-I hope I...” Bunny trailed off as she finally looked up, eyes nearly crossing as she did her best to focus on what she saw. Svetlana smiled more with confidence, eyes partially closing as she enjoyed her little moment of exhibitionism. Maximus smirked to himself as she dropped her robe back down around her legs, her flash lasting hardly a moment of two. The priestess gave a blase shrug. “If you want more, you’ll have to crawl under my robes. I won’t stop you from indulging yourself...”

Bunny gave a few dopey blinks. At first, all she managed to say was “Whoa...I thought you wore underwear.” That made Svetlana flash Maximus a grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement. The booze in her system had slowed down her thought processes, but eventually, Bunny finally managed to mumble out “And...I like boys...The orgy was one thing, b-but...I’ve never...” Maximus chuckled. Maybe she just needed a little prodding. “Go on, Bunny. You think I’m just gonna stand back? No, we’re gonna have a busy night, we three. I haven’t been able to help but notice that I haven’t been paying much attention to either of you, lately. In fact, I can’t remember ever getting either of you on your own, before. Making Sabrina my personal Anal Queen has been a fun little side project, and it takes a lot of effort, keeping the dark elf in line...We’re gonna make up for all that, tonight.”

Svetlana’s eyes started to glaze. She cleared her throat, then mumbled “So, it’s true what the dark elf said...You really do sleep with Sabrina. By the gods, you must be the son of Sanguine.” Maximus’ grin took on an evil flair. Raising a hand, he tapped at the side of his nose, then gave her a wink. “Well, now that I’ve been found out...Heh heh. Better not rub her nose in it, you two.” Bunny started nibbling on her bottom lip, face flushing a deeper shade of red. Voice quivering, she warbled out “Does she...You know, does she like it?” Maximus briefly laughed. “Like it? It’s her favourite thing in the whole world! Stubborn little slut would rather die than admit it, though. Maybe if I get that damn lotion she keeps harping about, she’ll finally be a little less stuck-up. If the two of you stay good little girls, I might even show you, some time. I bet you two perverts would love that.”

Svetlana chuckled, briefly running the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. Bunny looked away in shame, but the lewd little smile on her face exposed her interest. Bunny abruptly slipped off the edge of the bed and pulled Svetlana’s robe over herself, causing a giggle to trill in the priestess’ throat. A moment later, Svetlana had closed her eyes, mouth hanging open as her whole body gave a light shiver. Maximus grinned, slowly beginning to undress by his spot at the door. Svetlana saw fit to give Bunny some pointers, although judging by the way her voice was shaking and her head was already hanging back, Maximus somehow doubted it was necessary. “Y-Yeah...Ohh, you’re doing good, Bunny!...That’s it, taste me everywherrre, mmf...Especially right there! I guess with a button as big as your’s, you already kn-know how important it is, huh? Hahh...”

With his armour and underclothes all on the floor, he walked over, finally hearing the slurping and lapping of Bunny’s ministrations. Maximus chuckled and gave her chest a nod. “Look at you. If your nipples were any harder, they’d tear right through the fabric. Let’s get you out of that thing, already.” Svetlana grinned, raising her head up to look at him. Bringing her hands to the head-shaped bulge under her robes, she lightly groaned out “W-Well, I guess it was nice while it l-lasted. Bunny, get back on the bed...Let me show you how to really eat pie. You n-never know when you might need that skill...” Bunny didn’t listen right away, staying down on her knees as Svetlana pulled off her robes, slipping them up her body before dropping them behind herself.

Maximus hadn’t seen Svetlana completely nude since the orgy, all those days ago. Just like the first time he saw her bare, he had to admit to himself, she truly did deserve to be a priestess of Dibella. Her skin was fair and silky, and each handful of breast was topped off with a cherry-like nub, just begging to be tweaked. She had a lean belly, inviting kisses that would surely descend further. Hips as wide as her’s didn’t come on just any random tavern wench, either. Trying to get at her backdoor could cost a hand. That, obviously, meant Maximus adored her seat cushions, and he made it plain by giving her a firm swat just to see her cheeks jiggle. Svetlana grinned at him, momentarily puckering her lips before teasing “Be careful, Maximus...Wouldn’t wanna break me, would you?”

He just chuckled darkly in response. Break her? No. Lose himself in there? Definitely. Bunny finally pulled her head back, breathing heavy with need. All around her mouth, she was slick with spit and woman nectar, but the sloppy mess she had made all over Svetlana’s groin was even worse. The priestess’ puffy mound was flush red with colour and slathered liberally with juices, enough so that even her wild patch of blonde pubic hair was glistening. Bunny tried stammering once or twice, but when her eyes fell on Maximus’ groin, she trailed off and stared. When a droplet of drool ran over her bottom lip, Maximus and Svetlana both roared with laughter. Svetlana reached down, grabbed Bunny under her shoulders, and hefted her up to the bed.

“Get on there, you ditsy drunk...Spread your knees, I’ll show you how I like it. Why the whimper? Oh, right...Max, I think she wants a taste of you, too.” Maximus narrowed an eye at Bunny, smirking. Bunny, looking up at him from her back, mewled once more. Her eyes were pleading, and she briefly reached a hand out towards his groin, but didn’t dare fondle him directly without his permission. Svetlana nonchalantly got down in a squat at the edge of the bed, bringing her face between Bunny’s thighs. Maximus smiled more as the perverted priestess showed off her experience, punctuating each point with a lick. “Now, pay attention, Bunny...The only important part is this, right here...”

“Ah!!”

“Yeah, it’s really sensitive, isn’t it? You’ve got such a sexy one, too, it’s so big...Be nice to it, Bunny. Pay attention to it every day, get familiar with yourself. It’s not like you won’t have fun doing it, anyway. Like when I kiss it, like this? How about a suckle? Now, the lips can be fun too...Aaanh...See? And, dipping in is nice...Aaahah...”

“Nngh! Lanaaa!”

“Aahh...Nice, right? Nice, but not that nice. Eating pie is actually really simple, anyone who says otherwise just doesn’t know what they’re doing. All you have to do is lick right...Here, aghh...I could even suck on it, like a man’s! You just have to stay on that button ‘till you get the waterworks. Of course, you can also use your fingers, like this...”

When Svetlana slipped a digit inside Bunny’s honeypot, she squirmed. When she started pushing a second finger where the sun never shined, Bunny cried out in surprise. She bolted up into a sitting position and leaned over as far as she could. With Maximus standing just beside Svetlana, pushing her face into Maximus’ groin was a strenuous yet manageable affair, and the near-adult Forsworn girl greedily got her lips around his half-hard manhood. Maximus just smiled. Bunny was loving every single second of this little threesome. “Oh, boy. She couldn’t even wait, Lana! I guess it’s time we skipped the small stuff and got to the main course.”

Svetlana raised her head up, licking her lips before standing back up. Bunny meekly looked up at the two of them, watching them with her mouth still around Maximus’ pole. Feeling him stiffen and grow inside her mouth was one of the most debased things she had ever experienced, and it swiftly got her ears sizzling as she eased her head back. She wouldn’t mind using her throat, but only if he commanded her first, only if he used her. They leered down at her like a couple of wolves about to have their way with a defenceless hare, grinning and chortling. He pulled himself out of Bunny’s mouth, and without another word, got up on the bed. Bunny softly whined when he grabbed her legs and pulled her around, putting her on her front.

Getting behind her, he opened her legs and pulled them upwards, leaving her leaking slit dangerously exposed. Arms out in front of her, Bunny looked back at him, crying out when he unceremoniously began pushing in. She was soaking wet with arousal, and had naturally loosened up as well as she could, but she was still a rather tight little thing. Her’s was a flower unused to the kiss of nature, to put it mildly. Maximus couldn’t take the same rough approach he could with the others, it was almost a physical impossibility. This, he quickly realized, sharply slowing mid-penetration. Bunny’s yowl softened, but still, her hands clenched at the bed sheets. Svetlana smiled, running a hand through Bunny’s hair. What a trooper, what a little soldier. What a little masochist. Maximus had given her two seconds of mercy before starting up his pounding, and Bunny was already drooling.

Svetlana raised an eyebrow. She knew how to handle little agony-lovers. When she spoke, her tone was openly disappointed, and even Maximus had trouble noticing the playful undertone. “Greedy little girl, making me wait to get mine. If you weren’t so terrible at eating pie, I’d use your mouth to get off...You like using your mouth, don’t you?...Oh well, I guess there’s still somewhere you’d be good for...” Bunny’s eyes started to glisten in humiliation, a little whimper coming from her every time Maximus pummelled her insides. Every single word out of Svetlana’s mouth, every concept, had humbled and crushed her. She was put into one of the most unbearable situations an experimenting young woman like herself could’ve experienced. On one hand, she felt humiliated for being confronted about having her mouth against another woman’s mouth, and on the other, her first instinct had been to tell Svetlana she’d try harder, next time. For a girl who fancied boys, it was enough to make her tear up and gush below.

What Svetlana did next only made things so, so much worse...Or better, if Bunny was being honest with herself. Svetlana turned around and bent over far, sticking her big, round bubble butt in Bunny’s face, making the poor girl’s eyes cross. Svetlana was smiling smugly as she commanded “Give me some kisses, Bunny. Some deep kisses, with plenty of tongue, too.” Bunny’s lips trembled at the prospect. Maximus gave a dark chuckle, twisting his hips to corkscrew Bunny’s snug little sleeve, forcing her to yowl. “Oh, you’d better do it, Bunny! You wouldn’t want to upset sweet Lana, would you? After she was kind enough to teach you a thing or two, you’re really going to refuse?”

Bunny just whimpered. When Maximus grabbed her rump and stuck his thumb between her cheeks, she tried to look back. She gave a sudden yelp and closed her eyes, briefly gritting her teeth. As Maximus drove his thumb deeper, he idly wondered if he’d be able to feel his digit inside her, should he push hard enough. Bunny timidly stuck out her tongue, slowly inching her face closer to Svetlana’s cheeks. Svetlana, watching the younger woman from over her shoulder, chuckled and reached back. Grabbing her thick cheeks tight, she spread herself as far as possible, giving Bunny a wide-open look at Svetlana’s two most sacred spots. With a cute little rosebud flexing hard, and puffy red lips glistening just below, Bunny was taken aback, staring like a startled animal. Maximus grinned and grabbed her by the back of the head, forcing her to take the plunge.

Bunny screwed her eyes shut in surprise. Svetlana lightly flinched, cooing excitedly. Giggling all the while, she commented “Ooh, she practically punched me! Her tongue’s all rigid, poor thing must be embarrassed.” Svetlana’s brow started to sink, and her smile turned into a wicked grin. Bunny opened her eyes a crack, looking up at Svetlana as well as she could, smothered by ass-flesh like she was. Svetlana’s voice took on a dominating undertone as she calmly said “I could embarrass you a whole lot more, Bunny. How many people do you think are out there, right now? You think the people in the inn would like hearing you scream your way into a seventh or eighth squirt? You know, the really fun thing being a woman is, we don’t have to pause after sex like men do. You didn’t know that, did you? I know just how to make a woman putty in my hands, too. I could tie you down and play with you until you died, heh heh heh...”

Bunny closed her eyes with a whine, sniffling and snuffling. Her face was hit by a fresh wave of red as she started working her tongue, swirling it around Svetlana’s little pucker, tasting her. When Maximus pushed her head a little closer to Svetlana and ordered her to stick her tongue in, Bunny let out a high-pitched whimper. Her eyes rolled back as sweat ran down her face. All of a sudden, she went limp, collapsing down into the bed like a rock. Maximus and Svetlana both lost their smiles. He stopped thrusting, raising his eyebrows. Svetlana turned around, holding her hips in confusion. The two of them watched Bunny for a few moments, then gave each other a curious glance. Squatting down in front of Bunny, Svetlana started waving a hand in front of her face, slowly asking “Bunny?...Yoo-hoo? Hellooo?” Maximus quickly grew another big grin. Eyes widening, he laughed out “Hah! Hah hah! She passed out! I can’t believe it! Drunk little tart finished so hard, she passed out! Her stamina’s almost as bad as the elf’s!”

Some time later, Bunny resurfaced from her sex coma very briefly, and only because she could hear their breathing, the bawdy slapping of skin against moist skin. She opened her eyes a crack, the depths of her nether regions still aching with pleasure and pain. In the candlelight, she could see Maximus lying on his back, Svetlana straddling his waist as she furiously rocked her hips up and down. Bunny, still lying on her chest, crawled a little closer to Maximus. He noticed her just in time to hear her confession, smiling as she groaned. “Max...I think I...Th-Think I love you...” One of Maximus’ eyebrows arched high. Bunny’s eyes shut again, and she passed back out.

Well, well, well. She loved him, did she? Hah! Girls. Girls and their timing. He isn’t even plowing her, and she thinks that this is a good time for that kind of thing? Silly little Bunny. Ah, it was probably just a heat of the moment thing. She was just still euphoric about the two of them forcing themselves onto her. Either that, or she had been half asleep. She’d forget all about it in the morning. In the meantime, Maximus had the insatiable priestess to deal with, which he happily did...Three times.

When they finally stopped indulging themselves like a couple of hedonists, they laid down together, relaxing in the dying candlelight. By that point, the inn had gone almost completely silent, and with Bunny fast asleep, Maximus and Svetlana spoke in hushed tones. Still lying on his back, he gave her a genuinely curious look, hands crossed over his stomach as he spoke. “Lana, let me ask you something...Why do you want to be a priestess, so much? Dibella isn’t the first Divine you’ve served. This is something you’re really dedicated to, isn’t it?” Svetlana, as much a sweaty mess as he was, was cooling off by lying next to him on her side, one elbow to the bed so she could prop her head up. Smiling warmly at the question, she gazed at him with half-closed eyes, murmuring out “What do you mean? Don’t you believe in the Divines?”

Maximus raised an eyebrow. “Well, sure, but I wouldn’t exactly say they’ve been a big part of my life. I’ve never really been the type to worship or pray in chapels and temples. With you, the faith seems a lot more personal.” Svetlana smiled a little more. Her eyes fell from his, momentarily roaming down his chest as she considered something. Quickly deciding there was no harm in telling him, she let her eyes rise back to his. “Let me tell you a story. When my pa was a young man, he had a disease. He didn’t know what it was, he didn’t even know where he got it, but everyone was certain it’d be the death of him. It might’ve even been a curse, for all he knew! He tried a potion to cure diseases, but apparently, it had no effect...He tried praying at a shrine to one of the Divines, but for some reason, none of the Nine would cure him. Maybe he had done some bad things, and they considered him wicked...I don’t know.”

Although the story didn’t seem very pleasant, Svetlana was smiling to herself. Her eyes drifted to Bunny, then to the things on a nearby shelf. “He admitted to me that, out of desperation, he offered every coin he had to the Thieves Guild, if they’d just find him a cure. He didn’t care where it’d come from, what it was, or what was involved in getting it. He just wanted a cure. Well, the Thieves Guild did find a cure, all the way over in Valenwood. Fortunately, the thief who stole it must’ve done a sloppy job, because almost immediately after the cure was delivered to my father, a Valenwood horse came rushing into Solitude. On it, my ma, a priestess of Talos, was looking for the cure. She found my father and begged him not to take it, that the cure was for her little brother, that he had gotten the same disease just a few days before. Instead of keeping the cure, my pa gave it back...Guess he figured my uncle needed it more, even though it had cost him everything he had. That deed must’ve been good enough for the Divines to forgive whatever wrongdoing my pa did, because the next day, he tried a shrine, again. His disease was cured, right then and there.”

Maximus raised his eyebrows. He didn’t know whether to be skeptical or thankful. Svetlana shrugged, looking down to his stomach. Smiling a little more, she finished with “That’s how my parents met. They had me, just a year later. As far as I’m concerned, it was the Divines who planned to have me made. I mean, how many times do you think a Nord in Skyrim gets an incurable disease that makes another Nord in Valenwood rush across Tamriel for a meeting? The Divines work in odd ways, sometimes...They understand and see things that we can’t. They orchestrated the meeting between my parents, my parents know it, and I’ve always believed it, too. That’s not the only reason why I serve the Divines, though...I can see and feel everything they do. Time, valour, nature, love, romance, mercy, life, wisdom, it’s all there, the Divines are in it all. I want to thank them for the world they helped make, and for the role they played in making me, too.”

Svetlana’s eyes drifted off to the side. Her smile started to weaken. She raised her free hand to his chest, lightly running her fingertips across his skin, tracing little symbols only she could understand. Softly, she added an afterthought. “People who work with the Daedra, people like Sabrina, think that the Divines don’t care about us...They think that the Daedra must be more “real” because they do stuff that we can see. They don’t realize that the Nine do do things we can see, it’s everywhere, it’s all around us. It’s everything good. The really sad thing is, these people don’t seem to realize that the Daedra couldn’t care any less about us. At least Sabrina’s smart enough not to get too involved with those demons. Do you know what the word Daedra even means?”

Maximus gave a clueless shake with his head. Svetlana raised her eyebrows. “It means “not like us,” or “not our ancestors.” It’s ancient elven, I think. To the Daedra, we’re just...Dumb animals. Weak insects. We’re toys, slaves, or cattle. They can’t understand us, not even the Princes can, plain and simple. They come from a world where death, torment, and suffering is as normal as breathing, and they just can’t seem to act any different with us. If the Divines didn’t care about us, would they have helped Lorkhan make Nirn?” There was a pause for a few seconds, and then Svetlana suddenly grinned. Momentarily hanging her head down, she chortled, then gave him a pat on his chest. “I’m sorry, Max...I didn’t mean to speechify you.”

He smiled with a touch of amusement. “No, don’t worry about it. I had no idea you were so opinionated about it.” Svetlana gazed into his eyes, smiling from ear to ear. “I’d be a pretty bad priestess if I didn’t really believe. I just hope I don’t have to do a tour of all Eight...I’ve liked serving the gods by reaching out to other people. Mara suited me fine, but Dibella can be even more fun. Speaking of that, I should really stop by the temple again, tomorrow...Just to see if the head priestess will let me back in yet, you know?” Maximus nodded agreeably. Svetlana waited a moment, then rested her palm against his chest, running her whole hand across his skin. In curiosity, she started tilting her head to the side, and her bottom lip started to pout.

“You know, I just realized, I don’t really know all that much about you, Max. Well, I know a little...But, there must be more.” Maximus shrugged with his eyebrows. He evaded the question with a suave charm he had built up over the years. “There’s not much to tell. I’m a pretty boring person.” He gave her a disarming smile, lightly raising his eyebrows. “Besides, I don’t dwell on the past. I only think about the future. Why obsess on things that are over and done with?” Svetlana’s eyes went half-closed, and she raised a skeptical eyebrow. Bunny mumbled something in her sleep, rolling over until she was facing away from the two of them. They took that as a cue to stop talking, and after giving him a kiss to his cheek, Svetlana cuddled up next to him, snuggling him with a pleasant sigh.

When Maximus awoke, he could instantly tell that Bunny was already out of bed. If the cool spot to his side didn’t give it away, the light humming on the other side of the room certainly would’ve. Maximus raised his free hand to his face, spending a minute rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He gave a little groan, then asked “Bunny, that you?” The humming stopped with a little gasp. Maximus heard her whisper out “Um...Y-Yes. Sorry, did I wake you up?” Maximus yawned, but otherwise didn’t answer. Extricating himself from the clinginess that is Svetlana took up all his attention. With her practically fused to his side, he not only had to slip away from one of her arms and legs, but he had to slip her cheek off of his shoulder, and all without waking her, too. He should’ve gotten a medal when he succeeded.

Making a mental note not to sleep with Svetlana if there might be business in the early morning, he got up out of bed, glancing at Bunny as he found his clothes. She was sitting nude and cross-legged on the floor by the bedroom door, a small mortar and pestle by her feet. Along with it, there was a rather tiny cloth pouch, which exuded an earthen scent indicative of alchemical ingredients. As Maximus started getting dressed in his armour, Bunny quietly explained “I woke up not too long ago...I thought I’d pass the time by making some potions. Magicka potions for Sabrina were easy to make, and I’m sure I can make Svetlana’s Restoration potion, but I don’t think I have the right ingredients...I just need a cup or two of water, and maybe another vial, and then I can finish up. Do you think...I mean, if it’s not too much trouble...Do you think you could get me a cup of water?”

Maximus smiled to himself. Well, since he was planning on waking up the others, he might as well. A happy Bunny was a Bunny who spread her legs, after all. And, really, it was just a cup of water, for crying out loud. Walking over to her, he said “Sure. While I’m at it, I’ll see if the others are awake, yet.” Bunny smiled, quickly collecting and clearing her things from in front of the doorway, making way for him. As she got up to her feet, she said “Thanks. That reminds me, though...Since we’re not going to Solitude, I guess, will you take my potion, now?” Maximus tried not to sigh. Raising an eyebrow at Bunny, he was about to shoot the idea down when he noticed the expectant look on her face, the hopeful sheen in her eyes. Maximus just stared at her, letting his mouth close. This was really a big deal for her, wasn’t it? Well, considering the only thing she really cared about was proving her worth to Maximus, it made sense that she’d want to display her talents. Still, taking a potion without even knowing the effects was the mark of a truly suicidal fool.

“...What did you call it, again?” Bunny grinned, and her eyes went bright and excited. Her hands came up in front of her tummy, and the young woman nervously began fiddling her fingers. “Vigour Tusk. It’s my first time making a potion, like that. Like I said before, it doesn’t really work all that good on girls, it’ll work the best on a man. Will you try it, for me? Please?” He raised an eyebrow. Wearily and warily, he demanded “Bunny, what does the potion even do? I’m not taking random potions without even knowing what the effects are.” Bunny’s lips curved into a sneaky little grin.

“Trust me, it’ll be fun, I promise. If you don’t like it, then...I guess you’ll just have to punish me a little, huh?” Maximus continued staring for a moment, but then he started to smile. Bunny’s face started to go a little flush. She lightly cleared her throat, bent over in front of him, plucked a tiny vial from her pouch, and held it out for him as she stood back up. Trying not to stumble over her words like a nervous lass, she said “Th-There, that’s it, there. I hope you like it. If it has any, um...Unusual effects, come on back to me. I’ll probably be able to, uh, remedy them.” Maximus took the vial, but with his other hand, he reached around her and took her by her bare backside. She gasped when he pulled her against him, looking up into his eyes as he gave her a firm warning. “You’re damn right you will. Bunny, if this potion does anything I don’t like, anything at all, you’ll be making up for it with your sweet lil’ ass. You still sure about this?”

Being threatened with a fuck only made Bunny’s face even more red. She simply gave him a sheepish nod in agreement, trying not to let her smile grow. Maximus let go of her round rump, finally stepping out of the bedroom. When the door was shut behind him, he reluctantly popped the cork from Bunny’s vial, raised it to his lips, and took a sip. His entire head recoiled at the taste. By the gods, what in Oblivion had she put in that ichor? He spat the substance back into the vial, then replaced the cork as quickly as he could. He raised an eyebrow, staring at the vial in disgust. He hadn’t expected it to taste like apples and oranges, sure, but if he didn’t know better, he’d think Bunny had made the potion with mummified werewolf ass. He almost turned right around and barged back into the bedroom, but then an idea hit him. His eyes narrowed, and an evil little smile started growing on his face.

He unlocked the bedroom door, stepping inside before quietly shutting it. He raised an eyebrow, smiling from ear to ear at what he saw. There she was, sprawled out on her front under the covers, sleeping like a rock. As Maximus began to grin, he idly wondered what vampires dreamt of. Stealing into peoples’ rooms in the dead of night, just to give them a tender little lovebite? Wasn’t it rather amusing how romantic vampires tried to be, when they weren’t psychotic with bloodlust? It was almost as if they couldn’t decide what they wanted to suck on, more. Of course, if Sabrina ever tried getting “romantic” with him, he’d stick her with a bit more than his shish kebab. Immortality might’ve been nice, but the various catches would’ve made it far too much of a burden for his liking.

He quietly crossed the room, holding up Bunny`s vial for a brief glance. He grinned to himself as he watched the fluid slosh around. What better guinea pig than his pet vampire? She could put up with Bunny’s noxious concoction, for all he cared. With that in mind, he came to a stop by her bed, dropping himself down beside her. Raising an eyebrow, he patted her on the back, loudly saying “Sabrina, get up. Hey, fang-face, wake up.” Sabrina didn’t react in the slightest. In fact, Maximus wasn’t sure if she was even breathing. He tried his best to ignore that little oddity, but it was an undeniable reminder that Sabrina wasn’t quite human. His brow beginning to twitch down, he more firmly commanded her to awaken. Yet again, she didn’t respond.

Maximus sighed. He grabbed her blanket and threw it down her back, exposing her naked body down to her thighs. Without even licking his finger, he reached down to her backside, poked between her cheeks, and-

“Hhng!”

Sabrina’s eyes snapped open as she pushed herself up, rearing up in confusion, leaving her lower half pinned beneath his rather rude prober. Maximus smiled, grabbing her by the throat with his other hand, pushing the vial against her. Teasingly, he muttered “Good, it’s about time. I have something for you.” Sabrina turned her head as best she could in the strenuous position, looking at him with bleary, half-closed eyes. Maximus smiled to himself, raising an eyebrow at her foggy stare. Was she in another one of her trance-like states? Could he just interrupt her sleep and hypnotize her whenever he wanted? He slipped his finger back out of her, but gave her a few approving slaps and smacks right after, feeling her voluminous cheeks ripple and jiggle. Maybe he should get on top of her right then and there, and just hump her right in the...Then again, maybe it’d be more fun to make her wait. She could do with a little more swelling, anyway.

Sabrina gave him a pitiful look, letting out a miserable little whine as he groped her. Having her sleep interrupted was never fun, but having it interrupted so her heart could grow three sizes too big would be even less of a party. Luckily for her, Maximus remembered Bunny’s potion, and decided that playing a bit of Cave Explorer could wait until later. Taking her by the throat with both hands, he kept her reared up as he brought the vial to her mouth. Thumbing off the cork, he said “I’ve got a little something I want you to drink, and then you can go back to sleep. I don’t know what it does, but I trust you’ll figure that out for me, won’t you.” Sabrina quietly whimpered, but submissively opened her mouth for him. Maximus gave a dark chuckle, tipped the vial over, and watched as the filthy-looking contents ran out over her tongue.

Sabrina’s eyes screwed shut. For a moment, her lips twitched closer together, but she never fully shut her mouth. Once the vial was empty, Maximus tossed it aside, then manually shut her mouth, himself. Sabrina needed several seconds before she could swallow. When she did, she got it all down in one shot, ending her trial as soon as possible. Maximus let her go, watching as she made a face at the taste, briefly showing off her fangs as she curled her lip up. Lying back down, she closed her eyes, nuzzling back into her pillow. Maximus chuckled almost affectionately, congratulating her with a light stroke down the side of her head. Sabrina smiled at his touch, but slowly lost it as she listened to him say goodbye.

“Alright, fang-face...The rest of us are probably going to head out, today. We’ll be going to Red Eagle Redoubt. We’ll need you, so don’t take your time getting to us. You should be safe here, I’ll lock the door behind me so nobody can just waltz in on you. Keep that ring on, like a good little girl...Good girls get rewarded. Good girls take it up the ass. Are you a good girl, Sabrina?” Sabrina gave a little nod, and her breathing started to deepen. Maximus grinned. Sometimes, it was just too easy. Even the slightest suggestion that she might get her pipes checked got her hot and bothered. He much preferred her when she didn’t act bullheaded and just accepted the things she really enjoyed, in life. He gave her another stroke down the side of her head, then tossed her blanket back up to her shoulders. He stepped outside, locked the door, and headed for his final lady friend, the dark elf pickpocket.

Unlocking and pushing open her door, he took in a sniff as he stepped inside, almost laughing aloud at what he detected. Had she masturbated herself to sleep, the night before? There was no mistaking it. Even a dozen candles wouldn’t have been able to hide the smell of squirting and sweating. He started grinning, his brow sinking deep. Oh, he would most definitely exploit this. Sidling over to the bed, he eyed the slumbering Dunmer with a sadistic glint in his eyes. Leaning over far, he brought his face over her’s, took in a deep breath, and gave a strong blow over her face. Her brow sank for a moment, and then she opened her eyes part-way. He was still grinning as he bluntly said “Had fun playing with yourself like a horny little girl? What did you do, diddle yourself until you passed out?”

Her brow furrowed even deeper. A frown growing on her lips, she muttered out “I don’t know what you’re-” Maximus cut her off by grabbing her blanket and throwing it right off of her, instantly leaving her stark naked. She shut her eyes tight, firing her hands over to her groin, but it was completely futile of her. The sticky shine between her thighs was bright enough to blind a bat twice over, more than damning her. Maximus narrowed an eye in amusement. She opened her eyes, again, when he chuckled. For a second, she ground her teeth together. “...Yeah, laugh it up, you smug little fetcher. I’ll have you know that it was too loud to fall asleep last night, s-so...I did the only thing I could think of to get sleepy.”

“Yeah, right. Next you’ll tell me you only suck cock because it’s good exercise. What, did you miss me, or something?” Maximus’ grin took on a noticeably sadistic twist. Rubbing salt into her wounded pride, he added “Having a bed all to yourself isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, now is it?” She looked away from his eyes, lightly turning her head from him. He stood back up, still grinning as he asked “Want to hear what I did with Bunny and Lana, last night?” The Dunmer shot him an ice-cold glare, snapping out “No, I don’t. Just get out if you’re gonna gloat!” Maximus gave an evil chuckle. Had he hit a nerve?

“Oh, I love it when you get jealous. You get so hot and bothered, it makes me wanna just pin you down and show you my...Appreciation.” The Dunmer started to sit up, frostily hissing out “I’m not jealous, you idiot! I...” She trailed off, eyes darting around in confusion, as if she didn’t even know where she had been going with that sentence. Eventually, she just repeated herself, angrily proclaiming “I wasn’t jealous! What’s there to be jealous of? I wouldn’t be jealous of a deer if it was torn apart by a bear, why would I be jealous of them?!” Maximus went silent, making a show of nodding his head. He frowned thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow in contemplation. Breathing a little hard in anger, she stared daggers at him, waiting for him to say something. After several moments, he gave her a nod, glancing down at her exposed crotch. “Y’know, you’re starting to glimmer, down there. You wanna rethink your position?”

She grabbed a metal cup from a nearby shelf, pulled her arm back, and pitched it right at him. He leaned out of the way, beaming radiantly as she yelled “Get out! I’m not jealous, you bastard! You say that one more time, and I swear, I’ll...!” Maximus glanced down to the floor, kicking aside the cup when he saw it. Well, if she wanted to be that way, about it...He could just let her stew in her own embarrassment, for a while. With a rather innocent and offended voice, he declared “Alright, fine. Be that way. I’ll be sure to remember this, the next time I have a choice about who I share some privacy with. Get dressed, we’re having breakfast and then we’re leaving, dagger-ears.”

Her face flushed ebon. She watched him leave, shutting the bedroom door behind himself. Only when he was out of earshot did she finally mumble out “I’m starting to get just a little tired of being called that...”
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