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Perils of an Escaped Skyrim Slavegirl	By : KajiraGames Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 41091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Perils of an Escaped Skyrim Slavegirl

by KajiraGames
Part 12 - Fark-as, Fark-me
After the ordeal of Dragonsreach dungeon, where she had been spanked, molested, whipped and dildo-raped, Toya needed some intimate comfort with someone she liked. The Companion she liked most of all was Farkas, with whom she had shared a trauma in the past. The two of them never mentioned the unfortunate incident when they were defeated and raped by draugr together. It wasn't that they were afraid of being overheard - there was just nothing to say about it.
Farkas was a member of the senior Circle of the Companions which meant two things: First, he was a werewolf. Second, and more relevant to Toya right now, he had a private bedroom away from the junior Companions' dorm room. Just across the hall was his twin brother Vilkas' room. But Toya was in no danger of confusing them - Vilkas always looked right through her, whereas Farkas' tough demeanor was softened by a fondness for her that showed in his eyes.
Dressed only in her white lingerie and boots, Toya approached Farkas as he was sleeping. No words passed between them. She knelt beside the bed and put her hand on his. He woke and looked up at her, perhaps reading signs of suffering in her face. He patted her hand and moved over to make room for her on the bed. She undressed before lying down, so Farkas did the same.
He cradled her in his right arm as she gently stroked his balls and up his shaft. She tickled the tip of his cock and stroked its upper surface, then the underside. Then she rolled on top of him and they began kissing, with his erect cock between her thighs so that she could gently rub her pussy lips on it.
Soon, Farkas sat up with his legs spread wide on the bed and Toya stood in front of him, which placed her pussy in front of his face. His erection moved up and down as he began to lick her welcoming twat. It seemed to Toya that his tongue was going further up her vagina towards her cervix than she would have thought possible. Was it a werewolf thing? No matter! It felt incredibly good!
Anyone walking in would have seen Toya's bare butt in front of Farkas' face and his dick, swollen with desire, waving back and forth. Toya's face was turned to the ceiling, eyes closed, lips parted and gasping, as the long tongue passed across her clitty repeatedly.
Farkas lay back down and Toya straddled him, guiding his cock into her (now very moist) twat. He moaned with contentment, and she did the same as she began working herself up and down his shaft. If werewolves had good hearing, surely all the members of the Circle in the rooms around them knew what they were doing by now. But if so, they pretended not to, and left them to their privacy.
They swapped places. Toya, on her back, wrapped her legs around her lover. Her tits moved slowly back and forth as he pushed into her with a gentle rhythm. She was wearing only her boots, which waved in the air. Then Farkas lifted her hips off the bed and held her legs high. His thrusts became faster, both of them moaning and panting. They were cleansing themselves of bad memories with good, straight affectionate sex.
When Farkas shot his cum into her, he let her drop back to the bed and leaned over her affectionately. They looked into each other's eyes as he slowed his thrusts, giving her as much pleasure as possible until his erection was completely gone. They held each other for a while. There really wasn't enough room on the single bed for two to sleep, so Toya got back into her lingerie and headed back to the dormitory accomodations.
She reached her bed in the corner. After the prison cot, it was a welcome sight. But she felt restless and unsatisfied. "No, it's no good. I need more" she thought, and returned to Farkas. He smiled sleepily when she woke him again, and she gave him a cheeky grin in return. "I have something dirty in mind" she said.
"What was that?" he asked with an equally broad grin, an unusual facial expression for him. Toya answered a question with a question: "You were staring at my ass before, weren't you?"
"It would seem so" Farkas said, feigning indifference. But Toya pushed him: "You're thinking about fucking it right now, aren't you?" He shrugged, saying "It can't be helped."
"Is that so? Then I'll just bend over here and let you have your wicked way." This blunt and brusque exchange was normal for Companion romances - no coyness, no pretense, all lust openly admitted. Half-way toward a wordless coupling between two wolves - and for good reason. "How can I argue with that?" said Farkas.
Toya bent over, standing on the bed. Farkas, standing behind her, held both her arms back towards him and with this leverage pushed his hard member into his mate's asshole. It would have hurt if it had been her first time. Her past anal experiences had been brutal and unwelcome. But now she could enjoy it with consent, feeling the tight fit excite her. His strength made her feel 'taken' but by someone caring, which made all the difference in the world.
Farkas let go of her hands and she bent lower. The rhythm of their anal copulation grew faster and faster. Finally he put his hands on her shoulders to brace himself for the final thrusts that sent white fluid into her rectum. It seeped out around her orifice as he withdrew.
Toya cleaned herself up a bit and replaced her lingerie. As she turned to depart again, Farkas said "You've been a good friend to me. That means something." From such a taciturn man, these were the most romantic words Toya could hope for.
"I'm fond of you, too, Farkas" she said. This time she had no trouble sleeping in her corner bed. The following day she spent some time in the training area out the back, making sure jail had not blunted her combat skills. In the evening she rested in the main hall, and was just about to retire again when Aela approached her and said Skjor wanted to see her.
Skjor's room was on the other side of the hall from Farkas'. Being summoned to his bedroom didn't seem right, and she took it the wrong way. "I'm not just anybody's, you know!" she protested. Skjor wasn't amused. "Yes, well I have something a little different from last night planned for you this time. But it's not for everyone to hear. Meet me in the underforge tonight."
Toya still suspected a hidden agenda, but on the way to the forge under the smithy she saw that Aela was headed there too. Unless there was some sort of orgy planned, a threesome or more, it was probably okay. Before leaving the hall porch, Aela stripped off her clothes - all of them. Nudity among the Companions meant some sort of formal ceremony was to take place. Toya and Skjor followed her to the underforge.
Toya watched the naked figure of Aela, a brown-haired Nord just like her, padding barefoot and unhurriedly towards the forge. She was a bit slimmer than Toya but this meant smaller boobs. "Is this ceremony for her, or for me?" wondered Toya. When Aela had gone inside, Skjor cleared the matter up. The ceremony was for Toya but... "This is no test. It's a gift".
Inside the forge near a font stood a werewolf, as big as Farkas had been. Skjor took off his clothes, obliging Toya to do the same. She nervously approached the dangerous-looking beast naked. It looked at her with a growl that couldn't help but seem predatory. "I would hope you recognize Aela, even in this form" said Skjor. "She's agreed to be your forebear."
Up close, Toya could see that the great wolf was indeed literally a bitch. Gaining confidence, she stepped close and the hot animal breath panted on her bare tits. "We do this in secret" Skjor was saying "because Kodlak is busy trying to throw away this great gift. He thinks we've been cursed - we've been blessed!" To join the Circle, Toya must join the beast blood too, or she could refuse and remain a junior Companion.
Toya looked at Aela's mighty claws and teeth. "She looks powerful" she said. "I'm ready!" Skjor made a cut in the she-wolf's paw and blood flowed into the font. Toya put forth her hand and lifted some up to drink. Immediately, everything spun about her and she blacked out.
She came to in the training area outside the underforge. And she was not herself! She was covered with fur and had great powerful claws. She licked her lips and felt the long snout and fangs like sharp daggers. "What should I do with this new power?" she wondered, and the first answering thought was - "Get that fucking blonde jailer!! I'll tear her to shreds!"
She ran at great speed to the plaza and up the steps to Dragonsreach. Alarmed at seeing such a monster, guards began firing arrows, but they lodged in her fur harmlessly. When she passed close to a soldier, even a sword-swipe barely scratched her. She kept moving - nothing would stop her from getting to the bitch Jail Mistress who had flogged, humiliated and abused her unmercifully.
Wolf-Toya burst into the prison and knocked aside the guards who attacked, with the minimum of force. There was only one person she wanted to kill. She raced down the corridor but saw no sign of her prey. Just as she had no memory of changing form and moving outside the forge, a mental fog descended over her again now.
Her next memory was standing, human and in her birthday suit again, next to Aela in an unfamiliar outdoor spot. She could only HOPE she found and killed the Jailer during the time that was missing from her memory.

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This entire story can be seen and heard as a movie. I made it with Sexlab submission and prison mods and put it on xhamster. _Everything_ in this tale is in the fully-voiced videos, narrated by Toya the slavegirl. The link is on my profile page.
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