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The Forsworn Retribution
Part VI - "Budding Champions"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: August 14, 2014

After a long, agonizing ascent, Maximus and Gabriella finally reemerged from the cavern system, the sounds of battle immediately reaching their ears. Sucking in the fresh air, Maximus quickly glanced around, ensuring nobody was lying in wait for an ambush. Gabriella’s condition had quickly worsened during the climb through the cave. Now, her ashen skin had become worryingly pallid, and her footfalls had begun to lag, growing heavier and clumsier with every passing minute. She had eventually started leaning on him more and more, which had ultimately forced him to sheath his blade and support her with both arms, leaving them defenceless.

With one arm around her waist, the other hand up to his shoulder to keep her arm across him, he started guiding her towards the nearby stone stairway. Maximus stared up the ruins, trying not to let the lengthy trek back to the others discourage him. As confidently as he could, he muttered “C’mon, Gabby...We’re almost there. Just another minute. One foot in front of the other, you can do it.” She mumbled something in response, and when he looked over, her head had started to hang low. He gave her a hard nudge with his side, loudly saying “Hey...Hey, wake up! Don’t give out on me, Gabby! Don’t you fucking dare!”

She sharply pulled her head up, mumbling incoherently in confirmation. Her eyes, drowsy and cloudy, sightlessly rolled around before she finally managed to focus on him. He gave her a severe stare, daring her to die, as if he’d chase after her into whatever afterlife awaited her and make it ten or eleven inches worse. Giving the blade stuck in her belly a nod, he growled “You gonna let a little thing like this finish you off? You’ve swallowed bigger swords! I thought you were tougher than that, for fuck’s sake! I know you, you’re stronger than this! C’mon, get yourself together, we’re almost there! Don’t disappoint me, dagger-ears!”

Gabriella’s eyes dimly sharpened with annoyance. Breathing hard, she grunted her words out between every lurching movement. “You know...My name, now...So, stop...Using...That asshole nickname!” He chuckled at her fiery response, climbing step after step with her in tow. “That’s it, get mad! Stay focused! You’re not done, yet! We’re not done, yet!” Gabriella gave a light chuckle, hanging her head down as fresh blood ran down her chin. Maximus’ expression started turning overtly concerned. He swallowed some saliva, jaw tightening as he looked back up the lengthy stairway ascending the ruins.

He turned his head back over. He shifted a little closer, coming as close as he could to nuzzling the side of her face, brushing her temple and bangs with his nose and lips. His tone softened. No more was he raising his voice. Now, he was practically murmuring. “C’mon, just hang on!...You’re starting to worry me, here. We’re almost there, alright? Just step after step, stay with me, Gabby...C’mon, don’t you do this...” She answered him with an indecipherable mumble, nearly tripping as she started dragging her feet.

Maximus pulled his head back, sucked in a deep breath, and yelled Svetlana’s name at the top of his lungs. A Forsworn man stepped out from behind a nearby stone pillar, brandishing an axe. When he saw the wounded weighing down the capable, he grinned, narrowing his eyes. Sadistically, he gave his axe a little toss up into the air, deftly catching it by the handle as it came flipping back down. Maximus grit his teeth. He wasn’t about to abandon Gabriella, even if it meant putting himself in greater danger. He let go of her arm, his concern only growing as it limply flopped down his back. Tightening his hold on her waist, he pulled his sword free, pointing the tip at the man in a clear warning.

The man, like a wolf eyeing wounded prey, wasn’t about to be scared off by a little resistance, but he wasn’t foolish enough to just run headlong into Maximus’ blade, either. Grinning like a madman, he kept just enough distance to feel safe, slowly circling the two as they climbed the steps. When the man tried circling around to Gabriella’s unprotected side, Maximus turned them both around, pulling her behind himself to eliminate the disadvantage. The Forsworn man grinned a little more, giving a dark chuckle at his hobbled foe. If Maximus would simply give Gabriella up, he and the enemy would be on equal terms. It was his very compassion putting him in danger, and the Forsworn man was taking full advantage of it.

Maximus, never letting his eyes leave the man, yelled out “Svetlanaaaa!! Where in Mara’s name are you?!” The Forsworn man chuckled, lunging forwards, trying to swipe his axe at Gabriella. Maximus kept her out of the way, deflecting the axe with his sword. With only one hand on the blade, the force of the blow nearly knocked the sword right out of his grasp, but he just barely managed to keep it in his grip as his arm was swatted down. That, of course, merely presented an opening. The man gave a bloodthirsty yell, eyes widening as he swung the axe back around, grabbing it with both hands as it came arcing over his head.

Maximus saw the hit coming, and tried to raise his sword in time to block it. He heard a metallic clang as his arm was overpowered, then something impacted with the top of his skull. Pain exploded through his head, and he collapsed with Gabriella at his side, roughly slamming into the stone beneath them. A single second felt like a full minute as his body rapidly made him aware of the full extent of his own pain. The agony made his head feel like it was splitting in two, pulsing and pounding as the dampness of blood ran through his hair. He looked up in time to see the man pull his axe up again, ready to finish them both off.

When a dark green arrow flew out from the side and struck the man through the side of his throat, he tensed up. A second arrow came not a moment later, this time piercing right into the man’s skull. The man feebly dropped his axe, head tilting to the side as he collapsed to the ground. He heard Bunny cry his name as a pair of pounding footsteps raced towards the two. He groaned, dropping his sword with a clatter, abandoning it beside himself. He pulled his arm out from under Gabriella, struggling up to his knees until he could look down at her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her breathing had all but stopped. She was still drawing in the odd little gasp, every now and then, but they were so shallow that she might as well have not been breathing, at all.

Maximus said something under his breath, but neither Bunny nor Svetlana could make out his words. As Frost Maidens and archers divided their attention between the main force and the two runners, Bunny launched arrows their way, discouraging them from staying out in the open. Svetlana was horrified by their conditions, eyes darting between the two of them as she dropped to her knees. Gabriella was on death’s doorstep, to be certain, and Maximus himself had suffered a nasty head wound. His blade had blocked most of the Forsworn’s axe, but the flat side of his own sword had smashed into him, rattling his skull. On top of that, the man’s axe had been long enough that the top and bottom edge had still bitten into Maximus’ flesh, giving his scalp two lacerations.

Svetlana didn’t waste any time. She clenched both hands, causing golden light to peek between her fingers, the radiant glow accompanied by the twinkling chimes of invisible bells. Svetlana lightly thrust her arms out, hitting each of them with a powerful Heal Other spell, instantly filling them both with an intense gout of Restoration Magicka. Maximus’ head wound healed almost instantly, while Gabriella’s eyes became more alert as she drew in a deeper breath. Maximus grabbed the sword protruding from her abdomen, yanking it back out just as Svetlana exhausted herself with another burst of Magicka. With both hands, she hit Gabriella with another infusion of restorative energy, causing her pallidness to rapidly fade as fresh blood ran through her. Finally, her wound closed.

Maximus smiled, briefly closing his eyes and hanging his head down in undeniable relief. Gabriella sat up, bringing her hand to her stomach, patting around at her armour. Svetlana, breathing hard from exertion, smiled at the sight of her efforts paying off. Gabriella looked at him with a fast smile, eyes going half-closed in warmth. Before she could say anything, she glanced past his shoulder, her eyes abruptly widening. She grabbed him by the collar of his armour, then yanked him over on top of herself, lying back down in the process, as well. When Maximus’ face collided directly into her crotch, he, understandably enough, felt a bit miffed. When Svetlana gasped a split-second later and something freezing cold flew over his back, however, his anger faded in understanding. If saving his life meant giving him a faceful of muff, he could find it in himself to forgive her.

He pulled himself back up, twisting around as he rose to a knee. He grabbed his sword once more, eyeing the enemies up ahead. Bunny had already killed several of the ranged combatants, considering their insistence on trying to target the three targets clumped together, rather than the target who could actually return fire. Gabriella jumped to her feet, pulling Svetlana up to her own a second later. As a fresh volley of arrows came downwind, Maximus darted off to the side, quickly followed by the pickpocket and priestess as they sought cover. Just as Maximus went behind Bunny, an archer who had been following him in her sights let loose an arrow. Bunny was struck instead, crying out in pain as the arrow bit into her right shoulder, nearly piercing right through her. Maximus grabbed her by the arm, yanking her into cover against himself.

Before the archers and Frost Maidens could move in, Sabrina appeared, her Invisibility spell wearing off as she reached the middle of their group. Baring her teeth, almost snarling like an animal, she briefly waved her arms around, frost billowing from the palms of her hands. The group only noticed her when the very air around her body started turning to an arctic mist, culminating with Sabrina throwing her hands out down at her feet. A few short screams rose up, but the majority of the Forsworn were too shocked by the cold to make a peep.

A veritable blizzard of ice and freezing wind started blasting out in a vortex around Sabrina, instantly spreading a thick layer of frost across the ground in a wide radius around her. A few of the Frost Maidens tried reaching out towards her, but as frost grew on their skin and the air was robbed from their lungs, they collapsed, attempting to huddle up to conserve heat. The archers weren’t so intelligent, evidently thinking they could stand their ground and endure the Magicka assault. Instead, their flesh was rent by the piercing wind, and they ultimately collapsed amidst piles of glossy red snow. Only once they had all perished did Sabrina’s Master Destruction spell wear off.

Maximus pulled the arrow back out of Bunny’s shoulder, angrily ordering Svetlana to look after her. Then, he ran back out from behind cover, sprinting up the stairs towards Sabrina. Wildly gesturing towards her, he shouted “Get going, we’ll surround the bastards!” Sabrina gave a nod, quickly catching on to his meaning. She turned and started running back for the main conflict, Maximus following not far behind. A berserker came yelling from behind a nearby pillar, racing over with her axes upraised. Sabrina, on instinct, fell to all fours, ducking and hitting the ground in a roll. The berserker missed her entirely, swinging her axes so forcefully she ended up doing a partial spin, leaving herself vulnerable. Maximus’ run was hardly interrupted as he plunged his sword into her back, effortlessly impaling her from behind.

Pulling his blade back out as he moved past her, he caught a glance from Sabrina, who evidently wanted to make sure he was alright before continuing. That pause allowed Maximus to catch up to her, and together, they made it to the top of the ascent, entering the living area of the ruins. Up ahead, it seemed like Johan and his men were still holding their position, but the number of Forsworn had remained steady, as well. None of the archers or Frost Maidens remained, leaving the conflict up close and personal between brutal melee fighters. Sabrina was about to mix things up, a bit. Rising the final stairway up to the conflict, swirling green spheres of light were already growing in the palms of her hand.

Although her face remained cold, the light in her eyes gave away her excitement. She thrust out her arms one at a time, launching out the paralyzing spells in a steady burst. Every time a Forsworn was hit, they would all of a sudden go rigid, petrifying until they collapsed to the ground. Sabrina could only manage to paralyze six of the seventeen fighters before draining herself, leaving her panting for a few moments as her energy replenished itself. Still, cutting down the enemy’s numbers to that degree was enough of a boon. Some of the Forsworn realized they were being surrounded, and attempted to smash right into Johan’s men, hoping to mingle the combatants and keep the distinction between either group from being so profound.

Johan’s soldiers repelled them with shield bashes potent enough to pulverize bone. Maximus quickly began dispatching those paralyzed by Sabrina, mercilessly plunging his sword into their hearts. The downfall of the Forsworn was, ironically, brought about by their own hand. When they started trying to divide their attention between the two fronts, they conquered themselves. When the pressure let up, Johan’s soldiers were given enough breathing room to go on the offensive, crashing into the Forsworn like a tidal wave of steel. Sabrina covered Maximus’ sides with spells, and his own skill at swordplay saw him overcoming any opponent foolish enough to try rushing him.

One of the remaining few paused, as if suddenly realizing that he was fighting a losing battle. That thought was punctuated by Johan swinging his greatsword into nearby Forsworn man’s torso, nearly cleaving him in two as he was knocked to the ground. A second was cut down by one of Sabrina’s ice spikes, and all at once, that man found himself the final remaining Reachman in the ruins. Maximus half expected the man the surrender, but wasn’t terribly surprised when he saw the fight lingering in his eyes. It hadn’t been a battle of mercy, it had been a bloodbath, and it could’ve easily gone either way. He wouldn’t have given mercy, and he expected none, in turn.

Before Sabrina or Johan’s soldiers could cut him down, he raised his sword, baring his teeth as he lunged for Maximus. Maximus whipped his sword up at an angle, catching the man’s sword by the stone teeth jutting from the middle of it’s length. With a hard step to the side for momentum and a sharp twist of his wrist, he pulled the sword right out of the man’s grip, sending it twirling through the air until it clattered against stone. Without even a second of hesitation, Maximus executed him, swinging his sword back around until he caught the man across the throat. His blade struck bone, red poured free, and the man collapsed, eyes wide as he quickly bled out. In seconds, he was gone, and the battle was finally over.

Johan’s soldiers looked around and, realizing the ruins had been cleared, raised their weapons in triumphant shouts. Maximus found himself smiling, but he wasn’t altogether sure why. He knew he should’ve been pleased, and yet, a bittersweet aftertaste robbed him of any celebratory feeling. Sabrina, however, was smiling, especially as she eyed the expansive pools of blood staining the stairway. Wasted like that, it’d do her no good, but it still got her going to see so much of it, nonetheless. When Gabriella, Svetlana, and Bunny heard the victory cries and ascended the ruins, they each smiled and breathed sighs of relief.

Everyone took a few minutes to let the adrenaline leave them. Some of Johan’s men spent that time by checking the bodies for valuables, although aside from a few loose Septims similarly pillaged from past victims, the Forsworn weren’t carrying much of worth. As Svetlana began healing the shattered nose and fractured jaw Johan had sustained, the looting mercenaries turned their attention to the living quarters of their foes. Maximus saw no reason not to join in, and his conscience remained silent as he made for the Briarheart’s tent. Out of respect, the mercenaries left the leader’s tent alone, allowing their own leader the first chance at what would likely hold that of the most worth. With Johan busy, that left Maximus in a position to take the premium goods.

When Maximus walked inside, his eyes roamed from right to left. Just by the entrance to the tent, there was a tiny bookshelf, situated at the foot of the Briarheart’s bed. There were a few books, a few potions, a few Septims. Nothing of particular note. Beside the head of the bed, however, there was a table, the table the Briarheart had been standing at when Gabriella had pressed her luck. Even from his position, Maximus could see the true prize: a map. If there was anything he’d be interested in, it’d be a map from a Forsworn leader. He rushed to the table, ignoring the big, ostentatious chest to his left, ignoring the promise of loot. His eyes widened as he looked down at the map. There were markers.

The map, which depicted solely the Reach, had been circled with charcoal in numerous spots. Judging by their locations in the hills and mountains, they couldn’t have been proper villages. The only explanation Maximus saw was that they marked zones of Forsworn control, places where similar campsites could be found...Similar targets. Maximus didn’t even question why the Briarheart had been looking the map over. He was about to take the map and roll it up for transport when soft footsteps padded into the tent, behind him. As he turned around, Gabriella said “So, there you are...Already looking for goodies, I see.” Maximus smiled, pleased by the chance to refute her. “Actually, I’ll have you know that I haven’t even touched that chest. Nothing else around here is worth much. The only thing that caught my eye was this sweet little thing, over here...”

Gabriella didn’t ask on it. Her body language made it obvious how conflicted she felt, by something. In the way she briefly hanged her head down and sighed, by the way she put a hand to her hip and held herself, she openly displayed her discomfort. By the way she started running the fingers of the other hand through her bangs, distracting herself by smoothing them behind her ears, she wasn’t very subtle about how tense she felt. She lightly cleared her throat, looked back up, and said “Look, ah...I just wanted to say...If you had listened to me and just left me, I probably wouldn’t have made it, so...That means a lot to me. You saved my life, I guess. I’m grateful.”

Before Maximus could respond, she gave a nervous chortle, then looked away from him, once again. “Um, wait, I’m not doing a very good job. What I mean to say is, you didn’t give up on me...You believed I had the strength to survive, and for that...Thank you. I think it made a difference.” Maximus smiled, unable to help a feeling of smugness ultimately turning it into a smirk. Giving a shrug, he replied with a simple “Any time.” The cocky look on his face made her brow furrow a little, her eyes darting away from him in annoyance. Still, she couldn’t find it in herself to leave until a few seconds had passed, when she was sure he didn’t have anything more to say.

Maximus turned his attention back to the map. His smile turned calculative, cold. The look in his eyes was undeniably greedy as he calmly took the parchment, slowly folding it up a few times. He wanted them dead, all of them, and now he knew where they were. What else could the map be marking? The battle at Red Eagle hadn’t been easy, and the group had had some help, but...Now there was more. He grinned with excitement as he slipped the map into his armour, only then turning his eyes towards the chest. Loot! Sweet, delicious loot! He may have had eyes for the map, but that didn’t mean he had lost his lust for wealth. What could a Briarheart deem valuable enough to keep for himself? With Johan gone, Maximus had-

Well, speak of the devil. Maximus had laid his hands on the chest for not more than two seconds before Johan walked in, rubbing across his freshly healed face. Maximus gave a subtle sigh. Easy come, easy go. Johan gave him a nod, commenting “Your priestess is pretty talented, huh? When I figured out my nose was busted, I thought it’d be fat and crooked, from then on. Feels like she did a good enough job, though...Lana was her name, wasn’t it?” Maximus raised an eyebrow. “Svetlana, yeah. Glad you won’t be any uglier than you already are. Feel like checking out a Briarheart’s stash, or did you do all this just for the exercise?”

Johan gave him a grin, dropping his chin as he chuckled. He forgot all about Svetlana, just as Maximus had hoped he would, and turned his eyes to the grand chest by the Imperial’s side. The man stepped over and grabbed at the lid, looking for grip with his gauntlets. With his help, Maximus quickly had the lid tilting back, and a quick shove underneath had it swinging open. The two of them peered inside, smiling greedily. The most noticeable thing was a bow of some sort, crafted into an ornate design with an odd glossy material Maximus had never seen, before.

Beneath that, there was an old suit of fur armour, splattered with blood around numerous rips and tears. Clearly, the armour was near useless, and held no value besides a sentimental one to the Briarheart...Perhaps the armour was a trophy taken from a particularly resilient victim. Beside the armour, there rested an unusually large soul gem, the bright blue, jewel-like hunk sitting pretty beside a small collection of gemstones. It wasn’t much, but that didn’t disappoint them, not even after the lengthy battle it had taken to earn it. That they had pried it from a Briarheart’s cold, dead hands made it worthwhile enough, and luckily, deciding who got which treasure was an easy enough affair.

Maximus’ hands went for the bow, while Johan’s immediately went for the soul gem. The soul gem didn’t interest Maximus; Sabrina made enchanting a snap, and there was no guarantee the thing was even charged, to begin with. The bow, however...He could find a use, for that. Johan chortled as he held up the soul gem, trying to peer at it in the dim candlelight coming from the nearby table. Nodding with a pleased smile, he commented “Hoh hoh, yes...Wonderful. I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have a sword covered in lightning. Looks like I’ll finally get to find out...” Maximus raised an eyebrow at him, then began appraising the bow. The material had an unusual sleekness to it, as if it had been polished with oil, yet it was as hard and dry in his hands as any metal. He had never before heard of a substance that had such a sharp shine.

Still examining the bow, he slowly asked “Johan, do you recognize this? I’ve never seen this kind of metal, before. It’s not quite as yellow as Elven, and it’s almost transparent...” Johan looked over, briefly frowning before he answered “You’ve never seen Glass, before? That’s some high quality stuff, that is. If I had any interest in archery, I’d have taken that, myself.” Maximus narrowed his eyes. Looking up, he repeated “Glass?” in raw confusion. Johan grinned, giving the soul gem a light toss up in the air before catching it. “Not that kind of glass, boy. Glass in weapons is made from malachite, I think. It’s some of the best stuff you can use for light armour. Of course, the weapons should be just as good. You could probably sell that thing for a king’s ransom.”

Maximus smiled, looking the bow over a few more times before turning his attention elsewhere. There were still the gemstones in the chest, which were divided fairly enough to satisfy both leaders. Maximus rounded up his team, although Sabrina had already disappeared, perhaps off in search of a corpse that hadn’t yet bled out to total uselessness. The team was ready for some well-deserved rest, yet Johan decided to stay behind with his men and loot the area, a little more. He promised his team would get to the campsite within an hour or two, and that Maximus’ team shouldn’t hold off on dinner just to wait for the rest. With a wave over his shoulder, Maximus led his lady friends off into the Sundered Towers, quickly coming back to the small campsite the two teams had set up, earlier on.

Svetlana smiled, lingering down on a knee as she fished around in the supply pack. “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m in the mood to celebrate. A proper meal is a good place to start, right? Guess it’s about time we brought out the heavier ingredients...Too bad we’re all out of mead.” She punctuated that last comment with a sidelong glance at Maximus, which only made him grin. When his eyes drifted over to Bunny, he caught her sizing up his new bow for what felt like the twentieth time. He knew she was interested, he had flaunted and shown off the bow enough, for that. All the while, he had never explained what he intended to do with the bow, so for all Bunny knew, he planned on selling it. Waiting for her to approach him with a case about why the bow should be her’s wasn’t fitting into his patience, however, and as he stood up, his hands went for the weapon.

Smiling, he gave Bunny a nod, then said “Hey...Grab your quiver. Let’s go for a walk.” Gabriella and Svetlana looked over in curiosity, but Bunny was instantly all smiles. Grabbing her quiver so fast the few remaining arrows nearly spilled out, she excitedly hopped to her feet, chirping out “Sure, I’m ready when you are!” Maximus smiled more, nodding off to the side for her to follow. He walked off with the Glass bow hanging loosely from his left hand, and all the while, he could practically feel Bunny’s eyes on it, lingering, coveting. His smile turned to a little grin. Had he ever gotten her on her own, before? Well, yes, but not like this. Before, it was just teasing and foreplay. This time, he’d make her eyes cross.

The two of them walked a fair distance away from the camp, moving down a few inclines until they were well out of sight. Finally, in a little clearing, Maximus came to a stop. Facing her with a smile, he held the bow up, giving it a brief look-over as he said “I know you’ve been eyeing this thing, ever since I brought it to the camp. Why don’t you give it a try? Fire an arrow or two, see how it compares.” Bunny’s jaw dropped, for a moment, before she managed to collect herself enough to say “Are...Are you serious? Okay, yeah, sure, I’d love to!” He chuckled, handing her the bow as she pulled an arrow free. So excited was she, she nearly dropped the arrow in the process, prompting a nervous giggle to float out of her.

Maximus couldn’t hide a good-natured smile. If he didn’t already plan on giving her the bow, he probably would’ve right then and there, after seeing her get so worked up over it. Bunny looked the bow over, admiring it once it was finally in her hands. The twinkle in her eyes was practically reflecting off of the bow’s finish as she got a proper grip on it, lining up her arrow with the drawstring. As she pulled on the drawstring, a faint grunt came from her, and she hesitated after a few inches. After a momentary pause, she managed to pull the drawstring back further, slowly making the ends of the bow frame bend.

She loosed the arrow a little sloppily, but it still managed to fire out like a startled sparrow, whistling through the air so fast it was gone in a flash. Bunny grinned and let out a bubbly laugh, blurting out “Hah hah, by the gods, this thing is so damn strong! It’s so light, but it’s so hard to pull, and...I mean, did you see that arrow fly?! I messed it up, and I still probably could’ve put it right through someone! There’s no blocking arrows that fast! Jeez, use this thing for a week, and you’ll really start to put on some muscle!”

Maximus raised an eyebrow, smiling like a fool as he asked a question with an extremely obvious answer. “So, I take it you like it, then?” Bunny grinned and nodded so hard her hair went swinging, eyes big and bright all the while. Maximus started to grin, glancing at the bow as he gave it a little nod. “I see. Well, what if I told you that you could have it?” Her grin completely faded. He could almost hear her knees start shaking. She visibly swallowed, then leaned to the side and softly said “Well...F-First, I’d put the bow down...” Maximus watched her gently place the bow on the ground, following her with his eyes as she stood back up. Her grin quickly beginning to come back, she could hardly hold back the giggles as she said “...Then I’d...Do this!”

Maximus chuckled and caught her in his arms as she leapt up towards him, listening to her titter like a little girl as she threw her arms around his neck. Legs hooking around his waist, she latched herself on tight, giggling as he grabbed her by the rump for support. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, himself, as he spun around with her, listening to her babble on with profuse thanks. After a few spins, he came to a stop, listening to her sigh through her nose as she squeezed him a little tighter in her arms. He returned the sentiment by firmly drumming his fingers across her cheeks, squeezing her round little bubble butt through her loincloth. He made his appreciation clear with a little mumble, smiling more at how his fingers sank into her.

Bunny didn’t react for a few seconds, but eventually, he heard her murmur out “I like that...You can keep going, nobody’s around...” He raised an eyebrow, glancing towards her. Quietly, he answered “Oh?...What if I went under?” She grinned, nibbling on her lower lip as his hands went under her clothes. She leaned back a little, making just enough space for her to press her lips to the side of his neck. The electric sensation made his eyes fall shut, his hands squeezing her cheeks a little harder to encourage her. By the gods, Bunny was just too easy...Not that he was complaining, mind you. But, when all it took to get her hot between the thighs was a few gropes on the ass, Maximus couldn’t help but chuckle.

After a few seconds, she let out a little coo through her nose, then gave a little grind against him with her crotch. Maximus grinned and slipped his right hand along her cheek, inching his fingers into her valley. Bunny paused once his fingers slipped deep enough, and when he gave his target an exploratory rub, Bunny pulled her head back with a little yelp. Maximus grinned, looking into her eyes as she leaned back to look at him. Her face already bright red like a tomato, she nervously swallowed, then murmured “Uh...Max, I d-don’t know, about that...I mean...Uh, if you wanna fool around, I’d love to, but...I really, really don’t think you’d fit in my...I mean, you barely fit in my front, and that’s where it’s supposed to go!”

Maximus chuckled. He gave her backdoor a few experimental knocks, but her puckered little rosebud was tight enough to turn coal into diamonds. Not even his fingertip could get inside, which, if anything, only made him all the more excited. The idea of sitting poor little Bunny on his pillar of man-meat became sweeter with each passing second, just thinking about the whimpers she’d make was enough to excite him. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and it put some genuine fear in her own. With palpable apprehension, she softly whined “Max, c’mon...Not my butt, please...N-Not my...!”

When his fingertip started poking into her, she pulled up in shock, letting out a little gasp. Maximus chuckled sadistically, pulling his fingertip back out with a soft pop. “You sure? C’mon, just the tip. I promise.” Bunny nodded, the lust in it all making her eyes glaze. In a bit of a groan, she huffed out “I’m sure...Not there, I’m not ready...M...My puss, though...Heh...” All the sadism drained from Maximus’ smile, leaving his expression surprisingly playful. He eased her down to her feet, commenting “Oh, is that so?...Well, let’s just make sure, huh?” Bunny looked up at him, face opening up in surprise. Her hands still on his shoulders, she gasped when he reached downwards, thrusting his hand up under her loin cloth.

Bunny’s face immediately flushed with a fresh burst of red. Without ceremony, he planted his hand over her quim, feeling her plump, burning lips under his digits. A cheeky half-smile on his face, he watched her expression, gauging her reactions to each type of touch. He brushed his fingers left and right across her lips, feeling the supple petals shift with him, exposing only a little of her nectar-seeping core at a time. This got a little moan out of her, causing her to lean her head to the side. When he slipped his index finger into her slick ridge, gently wiggling around between her lips while teasing her mons with his thumb, her whole body gave a tremble. When he slid his finger up and around her fat pearl of a clit, she tensed up, a light whimper getting caught in her throat.

Maximus smiled. It was...Actually kind of fun, playing around with her. Sure, he wasn’t feeling anything, but it was amusing all the same to see what kind of responses he could get out of her. Of course, once he started playing with her buzzer, it didn’t take her long to try and reciprocate. Little lover-girl couldn’t stomach the thought of being on the receiving end of all the pleasure, it made her feel greedy. If he just wanted to use hands, then she was determined to give him the best damn handjob of his life!...Or, at the very least, the best she could manage. She hadn’t really touched a manhood all too many times, but she was eager and willing, and that’s all that really mattered, right?

One of her hands went for his groin, but with his long, armoured loin cloth in the way, she had to try and reach underneath. She fumbled around until he finally took her by the wrist, smiling rather reassuringly as he guided her over to his crotch. When she felt the burgeoning bulge in his trunks, her eyes lit up, and she ended up nibbling on her lip without even realizing it. Maximus, grinning, rapidly fiddled his fingertip across her clit, flicking across the swollen buzzer in a rapid “come hither” motion. His hand still over her’s, he rubbed her back and forth across his crotch, letting her feel his rod shift around in his underwear. Bunny could barely manage to keep on her feet, her legs beginning to tremble more and more frequently.

Some sadism started oozing to the surface, again. Trying not to chuckle, he asked “You want it, don’t you? You think about it all the time, don’t you?” Bunny turned her eyes away, face going red like a cherry. She gave a couple sheepish nods, followed by a few soft squeezes at his bulge. A grin slowly spreading across his face, he asked “That’s naughty, Bunny. That’s slutty. You should be thinking about the jobs at hand, not the job in your hand. Are you a slutty little Forsworn girl?” Bunny gave another nod without hesitation, meeting his eyes once again. She gave his crotch a few more blatant fondles, trying to go for his undercarriage at the same time.

His eyes subtly narrowed. “If I told you to ride me like a horse, would you be a good girl and make proper use of this tight little mouth?” He gave her quim a gentle patting to make it clear which mouth he meant, causing her to twitch with sensitivity. She smiled from ear to ear and nodded, murmuring out “Y-Yeah, I’d love to! I’ve never been on top, before. Just, just leave everything to me, I can handle it!” Maximus chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear. Get naked, I wanna see you in the buff. You’re lucky I don’t spank you for being such a slut, too.” Bunny gave a meek glance up into his eyes, giving him one last fondle before reluctantly pulling her hand away. Once they had disentangled themselves, they needed only a few moments to strip, carelessly tossing aside their clothes into the dark. They didn’t matter, anymore. Now, it was all about the raw ecstasy they could find in each other.

Maximus took in a deep breath of the cool night air as he got down, getting comfortable on his back. Bunny started mounting him without ceremony, her wolfish grin showing off the full range of her teeth. It took her a few moments to get into position, but she quickly figured out that positioning her knees a little closer towards his chest would make for harder drops, and she adjusted her position accordingly without the slightest hint of shame. When she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing length, she barely bit down on her bottom lip with her buckteeth, a giggle trilling in her throat. What a naughty girl she was, doing something her parents would scream over, and loving every single second of it. She didn’t even feel embarrassed, and that eagerness put the twist of shame in her tummy.

Maximus smiled, hooking his hands together behind his head as he watched her shift him around. Her breathing grew heavy, again, as she rubbed his tip across her clit, getting their most sensitive spots better acquainted with one another. He glanced up to her face, catching her eyes for a second before they both looked back down. He grinned as she pointed him lower, lining him up with her drooling tunnel. If Maximus had to choose just one thing he liked about Bunny, just one thing, it’d be her genuine love of sex. Her kind, accommodating personality and skill with a bow would be tied for second place, but unless she planned on showering the homeless with charity while downing bandits from half a kilometer away, all while riding his bologna pony at the same time, then it had little to do with the here and now.

She closed her eyes as she started sinking, working the first inch inside with a trill. Bunny took it easy, trying her best to stay relaxed. They had both learned earlier on that her petiteness combined with his endowment meant she had to work for every inch, like a blushing virgin. Normally, he would’ve grabbed her by the hips and reminded her what it felt like to be speared through the crotch, but he found himself allowing her to control the pace. He supposed it was thanks for the role she had played in the battle...She had saved Gabriella’s and his own life from that final Forsworn berserker, and in exchange, he’d spare her slit from a battering. Fair trade, if you asked him.

He watched her skin slowly develop a glisten as she sank, the exertion of stretching her walls building up until she started sweating. Finally, after over a minute of tiptoeing into penetration, Bunny had gotten about half of him inside. When she paused and sighed, Maximus raised an eyebrow. She smiled, rubbed around his stomach, and said “There, that’s good, huh?...I don’t think I can take you any deeper without it being uncomfortable. I still remember that ache I had after- Hck!”

He cut her off by sitting up, grabbing her hips, and abruptly pulling her down until another few inches slipped in. In the space of a split-second, he suddenly went from half to three-quarters enveloped, impaling her vise-like wetness with even more of his throbbing sceptre. He grinned and let out a hungry groan once he prodded something deep inside her, coming up to some sort of ending in her passage. Bunny tensed up, legs briefly trembling in confusion, panicking over the sudden intruder deep between them. She shut her eyes tight, lips trembling before she pushed them tight together, trying to endure the pleasure and pain. Chest rising and falling faster and faster, petite bosom bouncing and waving with every harsh breath, she remained over her throne with grace, taking his meat without complaints.

He grinned as the pain written clear on her face slowly morphed into ecstasy. His hands went around her, shifting from her hips to her backside. Her fleshy cheeks were given some hard honks, then some sharp slaps, spurring her on without words. She took the hint, hands going for his shoulders as she started bouncing, rocking her hips up and down like a piston. The first few motions were slow, but once her fem-juice had spread enough along his shaft, she abruptly picked up speed. Lust-addled, she smiled and closed her eyes, grunting out “Feels good!...More!” He gave a throaty chuckle, kneading her cheeks for a few moments before spanking her, again. “You like it deep, huh? You like it hard?”

Bunny momentarily twisted her lips, briefly showing off a canine tooth out of blissful discomfort. She gave an eager nod and started rocking her hips around, corkscrewing herself onto his pole harshly enough to make herself whimper. He looked up, noticing how her cherry-red face glistened, with beads of sweat rolling down from her forehead to slide over her cheeks. She was really working herself into a lather, eyes sightlessly roaming around him, so fogged with lust that they didn’t take in much of anything. Maximus, on the other hand, wasn’t quite so broken with pleasure, so he still had the alertness to notice the shadow approaching the two of them from behind Bunny. He squinted to try and make them out, but only once the figure was within arm’s reach did the moonlight finally illuminate them enough for him to identify.

Surprise surprise, it was Sabrina, slowly wandering her way towards them with a meek, unsure look on her face. She already had her cock in her hand, letting it stick out between raised skirt and lowered panties, milking it with strokes rapid enough to make her back-breaking breasts wobble and jiggle in her shirt. Clearly, she wanted to get involved. She was probably even hoping he’d let her surprise Bunny from behind, like the double penetration they had pulled on Gabriella, way back when. Sabrina met Maximus’ eyes from over Bunny’s shoulder, giving him the most desperate, pleading look she could muster up. To drive her point home, she used her free hand to pull up her skirt some more, then angled her tool up towards herself.

She lowered her hand to her bloated undercarriage, gently stroking her fingertips across the silky skin, pulled taut around her backed-up reactors. Giving him a genuinely pitiful look, she gingerly slipped her hand beneath and tried to cup her own bulge, lifting up both swollen orbs, presenting them to him for his judgement. Maximus’ brow twitched down at her impatience, but he smiled, nonetheless. The little vampire butt-slut just wanted to cum, that’s all. It was as if she were saying “Look at my balls! Look how swollen they are! Can’t you see how much I need to drop a load? I need your attention! Please, have some mercy, just let me pop, already!”

Maximus suddenly barked out “Damn it, Sabrina!” Bunny looked at him in shock. Sabrina, meanwhile, instantly let out a soft little cry, turning and bolting like a frightened hare. Maximus kept yelling as she ran. “You wanna get your ass split? You wanna get fucked silly?! Oh, I’ll drain you, all right!” Bunny looked around, then finally peered over her shoulder. Sabrina retreated to a safe distance, getting just far enough away that she didn’t feel immediately threatened by sodomy and teary-eyed anal orgasms, but she didn’t altogether leave. After a few moments, the soft, meaty claps of fist against crotch arose, marking Sabrina’s insistence on spectating.

Maximus narrowed an eye. Well, she could watch if she really wanted to, but this moment was about just himself and Bunny. Nobody else was getting in on it, not this time, and he’d remember her nerve the next time he sat her giant, slappable ass in his lap. Turning his attention back to Bunny, he smiled and said “Don’t worry about her, your ass is safe, tonight. Just keep bouncing.” Bunny giggled and tossed one last look over her shoulder, then beamed at him and cooed out “Okay, then...But, just one thing...” He raised an eyebrow. She let out another titter, her smile suddenly turning shy. Her voice dropping to an embarrassed murmur, she mumbled out “It’s okay if you don’t want to, but...When we’re alone, like this...Do you think you could call me “Tiger?” I sort of like that name...”

Maximus smiled more, brow sinking sadistically. “Kinky. Alright, Tiger, get back to working those hips, otherwise I might just call fang-face back over. I don’t think you’d like that...She’s a bit single-minded about her tastes, these days.” He gave a dark chuckle, listening as Sabrina’s flap-flop-flapping got a bit faster. Bunny’s face went flush at the lewd noises, smiling happily as she started rocking her hips. “Please...Say it again. Am I tight? Do you like it?” Maximus narrowed an eye at her, finally giving up his grip on her bouncy little derriere. Taking her by the hips, he chuckled out “You’re almost too tight, Tiger. We’re gonna have to train this pussy, a little more. Only way to do that is to pick up the damn pace, already...”

Bunny let out just the littlest peep of protest, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. Her hold on his shoulders tightened for support just before he took control, pulling her up and down twice as fast as she had been going. Bunny immediately threw her head back, letting out a series of uncomfortable groans and grunts, her fingernails slowly digging into his skin little by little. He smiled approvingly, sweat slowly beading on his forehead as he worked her up and down like an oversized exercise weight. Bunny took the reaming like a champ, but after a minute of being so rigorously taken by such a bruiser of an abuser, tears started creeping from the corners of her eyes. Maximus almost paused, but simply ended up chortling when Bunny croaked out, in a cracking voice none the less, “It feels so good!”

He let out a growling chuckle. “Does it, Tiger? Gods, listen to it, you’re gonna make a river, here. Let’s see how much juice we can get outta you, huh?” She looked down at him, trying to make him out through the haze of tears. His hand slipped from her hips, drifted in front of her, then darted downwards. As soon as his thumb brushed her swollen clit, she instinctively tried shutting her knees, whimpering with sensitivity. Maximus gave her no mercy, grinning even when her vise-like tunnel got so tight she may as well have been strangling his manhood. She started quivering, her inner walls practically rippling along his length until, in one great burst of femininity, Bunny threw her head back and let out a sharp, steamy moan.

Maximus narrowed his eyes as her juices squirted out, spraying in a harsh jet across his stomach. Bunny drew herself in, jaw tightening as more tears ran down her face. Her hands slid down to his chest, her nails scratching across him so hard she very nearly pulled off strips of skin. She pulled her knees up beside his chest, forcing herself to sit down even harder on his tool. She let out a little cry when his tip gave a hard knock at her cervix, forcing her to bounce back off of him before she very literally impaled herself. Maximus watched her with a cool smile, listening as she panted and huffed. In the background, Sabrina let out a shaky moan as soon as she realized that Bunny had finished, her tugging audibly going into a brief burst of speed.

Once it looked like Bunny had finished riding down her orgasmic high, he teasingly said “Glad you enjoyed yourself, but I’m not done yet, Tiger. Get down there and clean me off.” Bunny blinked a few times in rapid succession. Even in the euphoric afterglow, surprise worked up into her eyes. Softly, she mumbled “But, Max...It’ll be...You know, covered in my...Uh...” Maximus raised an eyebrow, his smile turning into a big smirk. “What’s your point? Real sluts love their own taste. If you’re not my slut, Tiger, then it’s a good punishment for finishing before me, anyway. Get moving.” Bunny made a show of sniffling and caressing her hands across his chest, deceptively hoping he wouldn’t change his mind. She had to hide a smile when she dismounted, sighing as his slick pole slid free from her confines.

Sabrina’s clapping grew louder, again. Whether it was from the sight of his lubed pleaser or the sight of Bunny crawling backwards on all fours, he didn’t know. Although, if he had to choose whose position she’d rather be in, his own or Bunny’s, he’d probably guess the latter. Bunny backed herself up on all fours until her face came level with Maximus’ crotch, hovering just over his shaft. All the while, her backside was raised up in the air, as if she actually intended to give Sabrina an ogling of her glistening, burning lips, shining quite prominently in the moonlight. Bunny hesitated as she picked out her own scent from Maximus’ musk, the reality of what she was about to do giving her pause. This was her own juice, after all!

Despite the mild discomfort of the idea, the promise of getting him between her lips won out. She tested the waters, eyes almost closing as she leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his shaft. He twitched at the sensation, prompting her to give him a second, more confident one. She gave her lips a quick licking, then gave a sheepish look up at him, face beet red in simmering shame. He smiled at her, narrowing an eye. Bunny ran her tongue across her lips again, making an erotic “0” for him before lining herself back up. Tongue sticking out past her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and took the plunge, slipping him over her tongue as she sank deeper. He grinned, feeling her tense up once he hit the back of her throat, leaving almost two-thirds of his length untouched. She’d need some help, with this one!

Evidently, Bunny quickly came to the same conclusion. Her left hand went up to him, daintily wrapping around the base of his manhood, getting a firm grip before steadily milking up and down. Her right hand disappeared somewhere down below on her own body, and when she gave a great tremble and sighed, Maximus knew just what she was up to. He brought a hand of his own to the back of her head, guiding her bobbing, making sure she kept a good pace. Like the adoring, enthusiastic cocksucker she was, she kept her lips tight around him, licking off as much of her own juice as possible, filling her mouth with their shared taste.

Maximus grinned, briefly closing his eyes at the pleasure. He wasn’t far off from the end, and just the thought of popping in her mouth was speeding him along. Maximus stared out over Bunny for several long moments, peering into the shadows in the direction of Sabrina’s noises. Now, he was fucking her almost as much as he was fucking Bunny. Screwing with her head was nearly as much fun as the real thing. Grinning like a jackal, he listened as her tugging went into a feverish pitch, a needy whimper drifting out from the shadows. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head forward, as if to say “Hey you, jerking off in the shadows! One of these days, I’m gonna put you down here, too, and you’re gonna love every single second of it...Aren’t you?” Sabrina answered his silent declaration with a low, choked moan. The claps coming from the shadows sharply slowed down, coming to a complete stop within a couple seconds.

The molten pleasure washing out from his rod was paused, but only momentarily, by Bunny pulling her head back. Looking up at him with glazed eyes, smiling affectionately, she pressed her lips to his tip in a few kisses, then slid the tip of her tongue back and forth across the eye of his head. “Feed me...Feed me, Max...Lemme drink it, already!” He raised an eyebrow at her dirty talk, answering her by pushing her head back down, making her hum as he went back inside. She started sucking so hard that her cheeks were hollowing, and with a jolt in her pace, it only took another thirty seconds for him to finish. He hung his head back, closing his eyes, teeth gritting as the ecstasy flooded him. Bunny briefly paused, moaning happily in her throat as he started spewing, firing thick, globby ropes of batter against the roof of her mouth, splashing the back of her throat before running down her teeth and the inside of her cheeks.

He suppressed a groan, lightly tensing every time he shot a wad. Bunny kept stroking about half of his length, thirstily coaxing out every last drop like a nursing babe. Her fingers waved back and forth across her pearl of a clit so fast they were a blur, but it wasn’t until she started swallowing her reward for a job well done that her efforts paid off. She held her breath and tensed up, a miniature orgasm crashing through her loins, giving her a few moments of lightheadedness. Her lower body twitched upwards a few times, as if she were so sensitive that she was trying to pull herself off of a phantom cock, a reaction that slowly died once the euphoria had washed away.

Maximus pulled his head up, watching her with a relaxed, in charge smile, oozing confidence as he watched her continue. About a quarter of his tool still in her greedy mouth, she swallowed what he had given her, then slowly started bobbing her head, again. He grinned, eyes half-closed as he raised his eyebrows. “Not that I don’t appreciate the thought, Bunny, but we should probably get back to the others before they get worried. Besides, we wouldn’t want to ruin your appetite, would we?” His use of her real name helped make her realize that the moment was, regrettably, finished. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him as she pulled back, sucking all the while. Her spit-slick lips slid across his length until his tip came free with an audible pop, letting his still-hard rod lean back towards his stomach.

Bunny smiled and let out a warm, fluttery chuckle. She affectionately massaged her hands across his thighs, trying not to touch him with any damp fingers. “Okay, sweetie...I had a lot of fun, though. I like it when it’s like this, just you and me...And, thank you for the bow. Seriously.” He smiled more, raising an eyebrow at her little nickname. As she started wiping off her hands on the grass, he stood up and said “Don’t mention it. C’mon, get dressed...It’s gonna be a long walk back to Markarth, so maybe we’ll be able to do this, again. No promises, but...We can try.” Bunny beamed, eyes twinkling lovingly as she gave him an agreeable nod. He held out a hand and helped her up to her feet, and then, the two were chortling and playing a scavenger hunt in the dark for their clothes...
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