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The Forsworn Retribution
Part VI - "Budding Champions"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: October 5, 2014

Just as Anya led Maximus back into the camp, her eyes widened. Her free hand darted up to her head, confirming the realization she had just come to: she had forgotten her helm back at her little rendezvous spot, with Maximus! She glanced at him, jaw tightening as she came to a snap decision. Letting go of his arm, she pulled her own back, then shot it down into the back of his thigh as hard as she could, gauntleted fist smashing into him with bone-fracturing force. Maximus’ eyes went wide in pain, a loud grunt caught behind clenched teeth as he immediately collapsed to his knees. He promptly fell to his side, the agonizing pain in his leg intensifying the more he tried to put any weight on the limb.

Anya justified her attack with a simple hiss, remarking “Don’t go anywhere!” before turning around and racing back off. Maximus groaned, screwing his eyes shut tight at the pain. Breathing loudly, he grunted a couple times as he rolled himself over, then fought to rise to a knee. In his struggle to rise, blood rushed to his head, causing him to groan a little more loudly. Almost as soon as he rose to a knee, one of the sleeping Thalmor figures abruptly jerked upright, eyes going wide as he glanced left and right. Maximus’ veins immediately turned to ice as the agent looked over at him, eyes alight with indignation.

Jumping up to his feet, the man loudly said “What in the name of Magnus do you think you’re doing, prisoner? Where’s...Somebody’s missing, here. Where in Oblivion is Anya?!” Maximus tried to stand, but immediately winced and dropped back down to a knee. His mind already racing, he stammered a couple times, trying hard to keep his cool as he sputtered “Uh...Well...I don’t really know, she just...” A few other Thalmor agents were quickly roused by the conversation, looking around in time to see the first man march up to Maximus. Maximus grunted as the man viciously grabbed him by the throat, clamping down on his windpipe like a vise.

Eyes ablaze with fury, the man demanded “Answer me, human! Where’s-?” As if on cue, Anya ran back into the camp, helmet back on her head with her hair hidden in a bun, once more. When she saw the situation, she practically stumbled to a stop, her eyes going big. The agent holding Maximus by the throat pushed and let go, knocking him down to the ground. Pointing a finger rather accusingly at his comrade, he demanded “Where were you? You were supposed to be on watch, weren’t you? Why did you leave this cretin unattended, he could’ve tried to escape!” Anya didn’t answer right away, which only made the suspicious glares she was receiving grow all the more intense.

Anya made a little choked noise, trying to say something, anything. She never thought she’d stumble over herself at such a crucial moment, but at the realization that she had been caught red-handed, she found herself utterly speechless. They may not have known exactly how or why this bizarre situation had come to be, but they knew something was up, and that alone was a fatal error. She couldn’t stand her fellow Thalmor soldiers’ stares for longer than a couple seconds. She quickly walked towards Maximus, stammering out “I-I had to relieve myself...I thought that i-if I hobbled him with a blow, it’d...I couldn’t have been gone for more than twenty seconds!”

They all stared at her as she bent over by Maximus, grabbing him by the arm before forcibly hefting him up to his feet, ordering him by name to get up. The man standing behind her muttered out “Since when did you begin referring to the prisoner by his first name?” Anya froze up, but only for a split-second. Maximus looked at her with a suppressed combination of anxiety and anger. Anya’s sister-in-arms glanced at the hooded Thalmor agents, then back to Anya. She raised an eyebrow, then disbelievingly parroted the question, asking “Anya, since when were you on a first-name basis with the human?” Anya, visibly recovering, casually stated “I’m not, it just slipped out in the heat of the moment.”

Maximus saw the Thalmor agent behind her raise his hand, a purple flash of light briefly illuminating his hand. His eyes slowly narrowing, he said Anya’s name. She heard the whoosh of the spell, turning around in time to see the agent’s eyes before he plunged his arm forward. Maximus flinched as the ethereal Bound Sword suddenly burst from Anya’s lower back, blood violently spurting against him as the curved tip came within inches of his stomach. Anya went rigid. The other Thalmor agents simply watched, raising their chins. Anya’s sister-in-arms slowly rolled her jaw around, brow furrowing as she quickly came to terms with it all.

Anya drew in a few small gasps. One of her hands grabbed the agent’s wrist, while the other found his shoulder. Maximus took a step back, shocked that the Bound Sword had so easily punctured through Anya’s Elven armour. The Thalmor so easily turning on one another, on the other hand, was much less of a surprise, to him. Anya’s teeth clenched as she tried to stop the blood from flowing out of her mouth. The agent shrugged her hand off of his shoulder, then let his blade vanish from within her. Blood began to run down her armour, on either side of her wound. She slowly dropped to her knees as he yanked his wrist away from her, and they all watched silently as she collapsed to her side.

There went his budding escape plan. Under his breath, Maximus muttered out “Shit...” The agent standing across from him, on the other side of Anya, brusquely said “Indeed. This is truly a disturbing crime, human.” Maximus raised an eyebrow as one of the women took a step closer to him, towards his left. Staring harshly at him, she declared “I can’t decide which is more likely...Colluding with a spy, or outright corrupting her, yourself.” A second man stepped forward, muttering out “A spy? Impossible. He corrupted her, I’m certain. Appealed to her sympathy and infected her judgement, no doubt.”

Anya’s attacker raised an eyebrow. “We’ll find out the truth, soon enough. If you weren’t going to be executed before, human, you certainly are now. Being the direct cause of a Thalmor soldier’s death carries a heavy price.” Maximus’ eyes widened, and he incredulously declared “The direct cause? You’re the one who stuck her with a sword!” “Only because I was forced to.” The agent immediately retorted, narrowing his eyes. The woman closing in on Maximus roughly grabbed him by the arm, declaring “Grab the supplies. Clearly, we’ve rested long enough. The sooner we have this man in shackles, the better...”

It all happened too fast for Bunny to react. By the time her little masturbation spree had ended, Anya was already leading Maximus back to the others. By the time she had repositioned herself to get a look at the camp once more, the Thalmor agents were already leaving, with Anya lying in a puddle of her own blood. Bunny simply stared for a few seconds, trying to come to grips with what she was seeing. It didn’t take her long to come to an important decision. Giving the departing Thalmor agents one last glance, Bunny got up in a crouch, then quickly began to descend from the hill. By the time she reached Anya, her former comrades were already out of sight, taking Maximus along with them.

Bunny took Anya by the shoulder, then turned her over on to her back. Anya immediately coughed up a splatter of blood, which quickly began running over the side of her mouth until it reached her ear. Already reaching into her fur bra with one hand, Bunny urgently asked “Can you hear me? Why did they do this, to you?” Anya briefly grit her red-stained teeth. Groaning, her voice gurgling, she choked out “Maximus...I was so...Stupid...” Bunny pulled a small vial from her bra, holding it over Anya’s face as she said “Hey, stay with me! I know Maximus, I’m looking for him. If I help you, will you answer my questions?”Anya coughed again, her eyes beginning to glaze.

Bunny hastily thumbed off the cork, repeating “Stay with me, elf!” Anya gurgled up bubbles of blood, but Bunny nonetheless stuck her vial between Anya’s lips, pouring her concoction into the Altmer’s mouth. Once the vial was empty, she dropped it by Anya’s head, then forced her mouth shut. Pinching Anya’s nose, Bunny loudly ordered “Swallow it! Swallow it, if you wanna live!” Anya screwed her eyes shut, her throat tensing for a moment before she got the concoction down. Bunny let go of her then, keeping a close eye on Anya’s condition as she said “There...Just wait a minute, and you should be fine...Just hang in there, Altmer...”

Bunny waited a short while, watching as Anya’s breathing steadied. Her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes sharpened as she let out a groan. The High Elf looked a little pale, a little shaken, but otherwise alright. Bunny crawled back on all fours, making room as Anya slowly sat up. “How’re you feeling?” She asked, looking intently at the soldier’s bloodied armour. Anya blinked a couple times in rapid succession, eyes darting here and there. Clearly, there was quite a lot on her mind, which manifested itself in a disorganized, disjointed answer. “Y-You...I think so. I can’t tell if I’m...I feel better, at least. You saved my life...Thank you.” Giving Bunny a few up and down glances, a curious sheen filled her eyes as she added “...Why would a Forsworn help me? My people aren’t allies with your own.”

Bunny gave a little shrug. Her eyes briefly fell to the floor. Softly, she answered “I have a hard time feeling like a Forsworn, these days...Besides, Maximus and I are pretty close. Where are your people taking him?” Anya gave a slow blink, looking intently at Bunny with her lips left parted a crack. After a moment of silence, she slowly said “...You’re the Breton from his team...I suppose I should’ve expected him to lie.” Bunny mildly arched an eyebrow, but relaxed a moment later.

Anya brought a hand down to her stomach, looking downwards as she quietly inspected the damage to her armour. Although her mind was positively racing with thoughts, her expression remained stoic. Bunny looked off to the side, in the direction the Thalmor had left in. A little more insistently, Bunny asked “I can’t let them get too far ahead of me, elf. Where are they taking him?” As it all snapped into place in Anya’s mind and she fully realized just how substantial this situation was, she quickly looked up, eyes a little wide as she met Bunny’s gaze.

In a surprisingly calm, collected voice, she replied “Northwatch...They’re taking him to Northwatch for interrogation and, most likely, disposal. It’s a remote Imperial Legion keep, far to the north, past the mountains and by the frozen coast. It was given to the Thalmor by the Legion for their exclusive use in dealing with believers of the Talos Mistake. It’s an extremely heavy encampment...If you intend to emancipate Maximus, you’d do well to intercept the others long before they ever come within sight of Northwatch. If they manage to get him inside the keep’s walls...You’ll never see him, again.”

Bunny raised an eyebrow, idly remarking “Any advice on how I could manage that?” Anya slowly began to smile, her eyes becoming a little less wide open. Nonchalantly, she answered “Certainly...Simply wait for the rest of your comrades to catch up, then attack while they’re resting.” Bunny gave a nod and was about to rise to her feet, but stopped herself in time to give Anya a double-take. Anya simply smiled wider, her eyes closing to the point of narrowing. Somewhat smugly, she said “Do you think me foolish? If one of you are tracking him, you’re all tracking him. The numbers are more evenly balanced, now...Six to four. I’d take advantage of that, if I were you.”

Bunny simply gave a nod. Without a glance back, she left Anya behind, rushing out into the path. Anya, meanwhile, quietly slipped away, disappearing into the hills as she slowly wandered southward. Running out into the path, Bunny glanced left and right, ensuring nobody could see her. The Thalmor group were already all but out of sight, but Bunny knew she could quickly catch up. First, however, she needed to leave a signal. Dropping to a knee, she began scratching a finger into the dirt, first creating a large, incredibly obvious arrow pointing off of the path, aiming into the hills. Then, just beside, she scratched in a long pair of rabbit ears. She almost left it at that, but a twinge of doubt made her add a pair of buckteeth beneath the ears for an added bit of identification. Then, she was off, running back into the hills to resume her tracking...

Unfortunately, none of Maximus’ tailing lady friends were able to get any sleep that day, leaving them thoroughly sluggish and exhausted. They put up a brave struggle and managed to trek an extra couple of miles, but after a frighteningly dangerous encounter with a sabre cat in which Svetlana was injured, the group made the smart decision to recognize their dulled senses and break for camp. This, of course, put Sabrina in the uncomfortable position of knowing that the other two women’s sleep schedules would no longer align with the time period it was safe for her to travel within. So, at the urging of both Gabriella and Svetlana, Sabrina pressed on alone, determined to make the absolute most of the nightfall...At least until she could find shelter to rest within, anyway.

And so, there she found herself an hour later, marching along in the dark. All by her lonesome, her heart heavy with grief, her balls heavier with sludge, she couldn’t lift her eyes from the dirt as she headed ever northward. Dragging her feet with exhaustion, each hard step made her enormous bosom bounce and sway in her shirt, and her pent-up undercarriage was no better. She could practically feel her cum-fountains sloshing and churning, swelling little by little as they inflated ever bigger, stretching her skin ever tighter. It wasn’t long before she found herself in a foul mood, set off in full swing when she futilely tried to swallow saliva and found herself doing naught besides clicking a bone-dry throat.

Blood-starved, sex-starved, she couldn’t help but feel just a little bit cranky. She sighed, briefly touching her forehead. She looked up towards the sky. Both moons were visible that night, as well as a few blue streaks of aurora borealis. It was such a beautiful night...She would’ve loved to have a chance to just sit down, lean back, and watch the sky for a bit. She would’ve done anything to share it, with someone...But only if she could lean against him, rest her head on his shoulder, and maybe...Kiss his neck, a little...Sabrina gave another futile swallow, briefly opening her eyes wide as she fought exhaustion.

No, no neck-kissing, no hand-holding. That was just her two needs subconsciously blending together, and rather disturbingly, she might add. She had never liked the idea of mingling sex and bloodlust, it had always struck her as morbid. Then again, she had never before been in a situation where her two needs had simultaneously gotten out of hand, before...Her fangs and cock were both in need of a serious workout. Maybe her ass, too, but...Only a little. Maybe just a finger. Alright, maybe two. With lots of lotion, too, for that slippery feeling that made it all oh so sweet. Fine, maybe the fat tip of a thick, hot dick, making her mewl as it kept prodding deeper and deeper, her own rigid cock jumping and weeping beneath her-

Sabrina gave a thoroughly miserable sigh through her nose. Damn Maximus. Her panties were getting tighter by the second. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate. By the gods, when she found him, she’d ride his cock so hard she’d break it! Then, out of the blue, the heartbeat suddenly filled her ears, throbbing loudly enough to interrupt her anal-obsessive fantasies. Sabrina’s eyelids fluttered shut, her jaw quickly parting. By instinct, the hungry vampire barely showed off her fangs, a lilting, ecstatic sigh drifting out of her. Ohhh, by the gods, they had impeccable timing, whoever they were! If she could at least slake her thirst, if she could end at least one of her needs, her focus on the task at hand would increase exponentially!

She opened her eyes wide, mouth still hanging open as she peered into the darkness, head slowly turning as she followed the sound of the pulsing blood. There it was, not far off of the path, climbing a nearby hill: a throbbing humanoid figure of red light, briefly intensifying with each heartbeat, trudging their way along without any obvious rush to reach their destination. Sabrina grinned, right before she vanished into thin air. Wrong place, wrong time. Whoever they were, they had something she desperately needed, and if need be, she’d take every single drop without batting an eye. However, luckily enough for her prospective victim...She was a bit too tired to simply resort to force, right off the bat. So, she’d open up with the gentler method, and hopefully, that would be all it’d take. Gods knew she couldn’t afford to waste time.

She took a sharp detour off the road, heading into the tall grass. Her prey never saw her, never heard her. She approached as undetected as a spirit, and with her natural night vision, her target quickly came into view. It was, somewhat surprisingly, a High Elf female, wearing a damaged suit of Elven armour. An Elven sword was sheathed at her hip, suggesting she was ready and willing to defend herself in battle, if need be. However, she was crossing the hill at a rather slow, meandering pace, a rather bizarre sight to see in the middle of the night. Either this woman had no particular destination in mind, was in no rush to reach any such destination, or was close to collapsing from exhaustion, herself.

In any event, Sabrina wasn’t going to doubt her luck. She approached the Altmer woman from the side, as quickly and quietly as she could. Then, once she had just barely passed by, Sabrina let her invisibility cloak drop with a quiet whoosh. Before the woman could react, Sabrina spoke at a slightly elevated volume, coolly asking “Hello, Altmer. What’s your name?” The woman’s hand immediately went for the grip of her sword, attempting to quickly unsheath it as she spun around. “Who are you? Keep your distance, you...” The moment Anya turned around, she fell into Sabrina’s trap. Sabrina’s vampiric seduction struck Anya like a lightning bolt, almost instantly taking root deep in her mind.

Anya couldn’t tear her eyes away from the other woman. Sabrina’s eyes were practically glowing in the darkness, as if the whites of her eyes were emitting a light of their own. Her lips, so full and pouty, parted a crack, almost as if they were just waiting for someone’s tongue to slip through...Maybe someone like Anya. Her body, so unnaturally curvy, instantly made Anya feel small, insignificant, but it was the strangest thing...She felt inferior, but that didn’t intimidate or alarm her like it normally might. Anya slowly slipped her sword back into her sheath. The hypnotic charm of Sabrina’s undead power kept the elf rooted in place, unable to budge a muscle as the sexually superior woman slowly walked closer.

Sabrina walked right up to Anya, coming within arm’s reach. As confident and self-assured as a cat with a cornered mouse, Sabrina repeated herself. “What’s your name, little girl? I’m not going to hurt you, there’s nothing to be afraid of...” Anya, still dumbly staring into Sabrina’s eyes, squeaked out “Anya. M-My name’s Anya, miss.” Sabrina smiled sweetly and gave a single slow nod. Softly, she replied “Anya...Well, Anya, I need your help. Do you think you can give me a hand with a little something?...” Anya quickly gave a little nod, her eyes going passive and placid. “Yes, of course...What can I do for you?”

Sabrina took a step closer and reached out with both hands, delicately resting them over Anya’s elbows. Even though Anya couldn’t feel Sabrina’s hands through her armour, the simple fact that she was laying her hands upon her made her visibly tremble, shaking like a dying leaf about to fall from a branch. Looking down at the break in Anya’s chest piece, she slowly rubbed her hands back and forth between Anya’s shoulders and wrists, stroking comfortingly along her arms. In a soft, compassionate voice, she murmured out “Look at you...Poor baby, something must’ve really hurt you. You must’ve lost a lot of blood...”

Anya gave a little nod. Her eyes began to sparkle in the moonlight as they grew progressively more dewy. In a small voice, she murmured out “My old comrades...They turned on me. I almost perished, but a girl from the wilds healed me with a potion...” Sabrina, in her needy state, didn’t immediately make the connection between Anya and Bunny. Instead, she simply said “Well, you’re certainly a lucky one, aren’t you?...Yes...Lucky, indeed...” Sabrina stroked her hands up to the sides of Anya’s neck, but the tall gorget of her Elven armour made it troublesome to touch her skin. Still, the growing intimacy of the situation made Anya’s breathing deepen. Sabrina smelled so good, it was intoxicating...

Quietly, Sabrina said “You look like you’re a bit tired, Anya...I think you deserve a break. Your armour must be pretty heavy...Why don’t you take it off, for a little while? Can you do that, for me?” Anya gave a complacent nod. In a little murmur, she said “Okay, I can do that...I guess I’m pretty tired, yes. All that hiking through the hills, across the mountains...My legs are killing me...” Sabrina smiled understandingly, watching as Anya began to discard her armour. First, she slipped off her gauntlets and leather undergloves, carelessly dropping them to the side. Then, she spent a minute taking off her Elven breastplate, as well as the leather armour she wore beneath it. She left on her sabatons and greaves, but besides a flimsy undershirt, she was ready for Sabrina’s embrace.

Anya gave a little shiver. “I’m a bit cold...I should cool off, fairly quickly...” Sabrina gave a useless swallow, then briefly ran her tongue over her fangs. Anya was so exposed, now...If Sabrina wanted to take the violent approach, it’d be so easy, now. Sabrina took another little step closer, Anya looking down into her eyes all the while. When she reached out and touched the sides of Anya’s neck, she made a little sound, like a halfhearted whimper. Sabrina smiled reassuringly, stroking her hands up to the sides of Anya’s jaw. Cooing like a dove, Sabrina mumbled “Your skin’s so soft, Anya...Has anyone ever told you that you’re a beautiful woman?” Anya rapidly blinked a couple times, and her face slowly began to go a little flush. She let out an embarrassed little breath, then said “N-No, nobody...Least of all another woman. You’re much more beautiful than I am, miss...For a human, you’re...Remarkable.”

Sabrina closed a little bit more of the distance between them, coming close enough for her chest to begin rubbing against Anya. Anya instantly noticed, but couldn’t bring herself to look away from the vampire’s enthralling eyes. Rubbing her thumbs across Anya’s cheeks, Sabrina cooed “Well, thank you...To be honest, getting this body didn’t require a whole lot of effort, on my part. Mm, your skin’s like silk, Anya...Do you mind if I get a better feel? This is the part I need help with, you’ll understand in a moment...” Anya swallowed some saliva and gave a timid nod. Sabrina smiled and closed the distance completely, stepping within kissing distance. Anya’s mouth hung open, and she drew in a quiet little gasp. “Are those...Y-Your nipples?”

Sabrina just smiled. By way of an answer, she slipped her hands over and around Anya’s shoulders, spreading her fingers wide apart as she stroked across Anya’s back. She let her eyes close, then pressed a little kiss to Anya’s chin. She felt Anya tremble, relishing the steamy breath she let out against her face. Apparently subconsciously, Anya leaned over a little, inviting Sabrina to continue. Sabrina couldn’t help but smirk. That was precisely the response the vampire was hoping for. Anya reached up, just barely holding on to Sabrina’s hips, stroking the curve of her figure through her thin clothing.

Sabrina delicately pressed her lips progressively lower and further to the side, making the Altmer whimper at the electric sensation. Sabrina’s head started to throb. Her fingers slowly began to curl, pointing into Anya like claws. She couldn’t stand it, anymore! She briefly nuzzled her face against the side of Anya’s neck, then positioned her mouth. She parted her lips against Anya, likely leaving lipstick smears in the process, but Sabrina couldn’t have cared less. Her fangs came down, and then...Anya’s eyes shot wide open, her mouth going wider. Her legs went limp beneath her, but Sabrina caught her, pulling her even tighter against herself. With her unnatural strength, keeping Anya standing was as simple as lifting a feather.

Anya let out a little choked sound, her hold on Sabrina’s hips faltering as her hands began to shake. Sabrina lowered a hand to Anya’s backside for an easier time holding her, grabbing her armour for support. With the hand still on her back, Sabrina soothingly stroked back and forth, trying to comfort Anya; a brief process it may have been, but painless, it was not. Sabrina’s eyes almost rolled up into her head as she drank her fill, the symptoms of her disease visibly lessening the more she took from Anya. She could’ve killed Anya right then and there if she so desired, so voracious could her hunger be, but Sabrina wasn’t fond of killing her victims. She needed something from each of them, but their burials weren’t it. Unless they left her no other choice, she let them live...She wasn’t a monster and never would be, or so she told herself.

Anya whimpered, again, as Sabrina finished. Sabrina ran her tongue across Anya’s neck, cleaning a few stray trickles of blood. Sabrina kept this up until Anya’s twin puncture wounds finally clotted, then slowly began to let Anya go. Anya twitched, finally finding her legs enough to remain standing. Sabrina took a little step back, just enough to free her squished breasts from between them, then gave Anya a little smile. The side of Anya’s neck was a bit bruised, and of course, the puncture marks from the vampire’s fangs were extremely obvious, but at least Sabrina hadn’t torn out her throat like a savage. She’d live.

Quietly, Sabrina murmured “Just a little lovebite, Anya...You’re such a beautiful woman, I couldn’t help myself. I apologize if it caused you some discomfort...” Anya simply gazed at Sabrina with foggy, needy eyes. Under her breath, she mumbled “I never once thought...That it would feel so good to...Have such...Against me...” Sabrina raised an eyebrow, briefly wondering what Anya meant before she answered her. When Anya’s hands shot out for Sabrina’s stomach, Sabrina’s eyes went wide, thinking she might’ve been intending to attack her. Instead, she let loose a loud gasp as Anya suddenly yanked Sabrina’s shirt up, sending her giant, pale globes tumbling out, giving a brief bounce as Anya bunched up Sabrina’s shirt at her collar bones.

Anya’s eyes went wider than Sabrina’s. She stuttered a couple times, eyes wildly darting back and forth between Sabrina’s pebble-sized nipples, sticking out hard enough to put someone’s eye out, sitting in the middle of the biggest, pinkest pair of areolae Anya had ever seen. Before Sabrina could even react, Anya’s head was going down. One hand grabbed her by the right breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple, while the other nipple was greedily engulfed in Anya’s mouth, lapped by her tongue as she began suckling like a hungry infant. Sabrina closed her eyes and let out a submissive whine, the sudden shift in control leaving her dazed and confused.

All it took was a bit of nipple tweaking and sucking for Sabrina’s ardour to run over. She screwed her eyes shut a little tighter and moaned, mouth hanging open as her panties grew tighter and tighter. The front was quickly becoming too constricting, and the back...Oh, the back...It was a vicious cycle. When the front grew cramped, the back dug deeper between her cheeks, getting nice and taut across her puckered little rosebud. That feeling used to be uncomfortable, but now, well...It only made the front get even tighter. Like the horny, neglected slut she was, she shamelessly started tenting her skirt, growing out her third foot until her ruffled pink panties became visible.

So hard it was in danger of springing itself free, it inevitably began poking against Anya’s thigh, but the amorous elf was too fascinated with Sabrina’s nipples to pay her unwomanly protrusion any mind, just yet. Sabrina’s breathing grew deeper and deeper with excitement, but she tried to keep it slow and steady for the sake of Anya’s ministrations. Energetically suckling away at the vampire’s fleshy nub, Anya gave a light moan in her throat, then finally let go of Sabrina’s other pebble of a nipple. Just when Sabrina thought she could catch her breath, Anya planted her whole hand against her globe, sinking her fingers deep into the sensitive flesh as she gave it a good honking.

Sabrina sucked in a soft, brief gasp. Letting out a trembling exhale, she whined “W...What brought this on, all of a sudden?...Stop it, Anya...They’re ssssensitive...” Anya smiled around Sabrina’s nipple, then let the spit-shined nub pop free from her lips. Before Sabrina could sigh with relief, Anya pushed her free hand into Sabrina’s other breast, grinning as she hefted both globes up. Sabrina made an uncomfortable little noise as the other woman kneaded her breasts around, wincing as she abruptly let her heavy breasts drop. The massive mammaries gave an intense jiggle and bounce, earning a titter from the...Supposedly repressed Thalmor soldier. Anya punctuated her little laugh with an amused “By the gods, if you gave your shoulders a swing, you could probably knock me right out with those things!”

Sabrina remained silent as she caught her breath, prompting Anya to comment “But, you’re right...I should stop...Need to spread out the attention, right?” Sabrina’s eyes subtly widened. Anya smiled, stuck her hands under Sabrina’s skirt, grabbed her by the strings of her panties, and brazenly yanked them down her stockings until they caught around her knees. Sabrina’s stone-stiff manhood gave a great leap as it was freed, practically cheering with joy at finally seeing the light of day after such a long time stuffed away...Well, light of the moon, at any rate. When Anya looked down and saw what was pushing up the front of the vampire’s skirt, her face opened up and went pale out of shock.

Her mouth hung open, for a couple seconds, before she glanced back up at Sabrina’s face. Huskily, she said “By the gods, you’re almost as big as he was...Gave me a bit of a fright, miss...” Sabrina smiled a little, giving her bottom lip a little bite out of excitement. Her backdoor was already clenching, slowly squeezing a phantom cock, so eager was it to give a good milking. Anya brought a hand to Sabrina’s threatening extremity, the turgid rod giving a few pulses as Anya traced a fingertip along Sabrina’s veins. Slowly feeling up to Sabrina’s ebony cock ring, she quietly asked “Why do you wear a ring on it?...It must be uncomfortable, it doesn’t look like a loose fit...”

Sabrina looked downwards, face slowly turning a shade pink as she watched the High Elf stroke her fingertips back and forth across her shaft, eventually circling her cock ring to give her pole a couple bounces. Gods, Anya had such a delicate touch...Unabashedly, Sabrina said “It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I’m used to it, now...I wear it for a lot of reasons...My lover, he’s a genuine sex god...He owns me, inside and out, and he put the ring on me to show it...” Sabrina briefly closed her eyes, barely suppressing a little groan as Anya gently wrapped her hand around her shaft, giving her throbbing pleaser a little squeeze in her fist. Gently drawing in a deep breath, she murmured “I’d do anything, for him...I do everything he wants. He calls me his Anal Queen...”

Anya encouraged Sabrina to continue, languidly tugging at her swollen baton, despite the fact that her cock ring made her skin a bit taut. Sabrina, with one hand, lifted up the front of her skirt, giving Anya plenty of room the work with. The other hand went up to her right breast, the vampire idly rubbing two fingers back and forth across her nipple. Her breathing getting heavier as she reminisced on her feminization, Sabrina breathed out “Sometimes...Okay, a lot of the time...He likes to bend me over so he can fuck me up the ass...I don’t do it with a smile, but that just makes him like me, even more...Ah, n-not so tight Anya, ease it up, a little...Thanks to him, I’m completely addicted to anal! The biggest orgasm of my life was when he first butt-fucked me, you should’ve seen how hard I was cumming! Now, I just can’t get enough!”

Just that little story, alone, had Anya sweating. Her stroking beginning to pick up pace, she incredulously said “H-He doesn’t...Does he, really? And, you actually enjoy it?...I don’t believe you...I don’t think any woman honestly enjoys anal...” Sabrina briefly grinned, showing off her fangs. “Whatever could’ve given you that idea?...I love it when he squeezes my cheeks, then spreads me open...Go a little faster, Anya, milk me like you’re churning butter...And then, when he pries me open, th-there’s the feeling of his hot, fat tip pushing against me, trying to push through dry...But, I have lotion now, so I guess he’ll be telling me to lube my hole...Hng!”

Sabrina suddenly tensed up, jaw tightening. Anya’s second hand eased up, but didn’t leave it’s new place beneath her, cradling her bloated, swollen undercarriage. Rolling her orbs around in her hand, Anya swallowed some excess saliva, then mumbled “Sorry, was I being too rough?...You’re sensitive down here, aren’t you? I’ll be more careful...Go on, t-tell me more...” Her breathing picking up, her eyes remaining shut, Sabrina breathlessly said “Sensitive doesn’t even begin to describe it...There’s not much more to say, really, other than I think I’ll be in for some harder fucks, now that I have lotion...I miss feeling him smack into m-my cheeks as he pounds me!...I...Nnngh...”

Anya’s eyes were completely glazed over, by then. In a small voice, she said “...You’re really serious, aren’t you?...You honestly enjoy being sodomized?...You’re filthy...Filthy fucking human...” Sabrina opened her eyes, gazing into Anya’s. Her voice growing stronger, the Altmer added “Standing here, letting me b-beat you off...Have you no shame?...A proper woman would hide her whore erection...” Anya punctuated this statement by momentarily letting go of Sabrina’s shaft, raising her hand, and spitting a huge glob of saliva into her palm. She brought her hand back down and got back to work, making Sabrina moan as wet squelching sounds filled the air between them. Squeezing tight, sliding her hand around like a corkscrew, Anya muttered “...Of course, it’s a bit too big to hide, isn’t it?...I’ll bet you wish you were sodomizing me, right now...Aren’t you?”

Sabrina simply let go of her breast, reached over, and took Anya by the back of her head. The High Elf closed her eyes as Sabrina pulled her closer, their tongues already reaching out as they met lips. Anya moaned into Sabrina’s mouth as they got into another fit of tongue-wrestling, thrashing against one another in a bid for oral dominance. All the while, Anya’s soft hand was sliding back and forth across half of Sabrina’s throbbing shaft, fucking the vampire with a fist tight enough to be a surrogate ass. In moments, Anya was chasing Sabrina back into her own mouth, and then she was doing the most bizarre thing...She began tonguing Sabrina’s fangs.

At first, Sabrina didn’t know how to react, but then her legs started feeling weak. This acceptance of Sabrina’s nature, this eagerness even, was so far out of the norm that it felt like pure ecstasy. If she weren’t already horny enough to begin spitting pre-cum down Anya’s hand, she probably would’ve found the sentiment disturbing, but amorous like she was, it was just one more kink in the pot. Sabrina, thankfully resisting the urge to close her jaws and give Anya’s tongue an impromptu piercing, let go of the High Elf’s head and brought it behind herself.

Reaching down, she sighed against Anya’s face as she grabbed a handful of her right cheek, squeezing herself hard enough her nails were almost drawing blood. Giving her over-inflated cushion a good shake, she couldn’t help but lament the fact that she hadn’t brought her jar of lotion along for the trip...But, no matter. Saliva would do just fine, if she could manage to dislodge their mouths from one another for five seconds straight. She brought her hand back around, leaning her head back enough for Anya to get the hint that it was time for air, among other things.

As soon as their lips parted, Sabrina was pushing her fingers into Anya’s mouth, and like the secret slut she really was, Anya wrapped her lips around those two fingers and started sucking like Sabrina had just impaled her mouth with her pussy-pleaser. Just before Sabrina pulled her fingers back out, she whispered “Allow me to prove to you that some women do like backdoor shenanigans...Still can’t fathom how you could’ve gotten that idea, unless High Elf women are prudes...” Anya’s lips slid across Sabrina’s index and middle fingers as they were withdrawn, the Thalmor soldier quickly murmuring out “From a human viewpoint, we probably would seem a little prudish...But, still, the subject has rarely come up in private conversation, and when it does, we...Oh dear...”

Anya trailed off when Sabrina brought her hand down low behind herself. She watched as Sabrina’s eyes briefly closed tight, her lips curving into a cute little frown. She could practically hear Sabrina’s digits pop through her sphincter a moment later, the tension disappearing from Sabrina’s face as she gave a little sigh of relief. It was no thick, pulsing Imperial cock, but it’d milk her desperate little P-spot, all the same. Anya nearly had a little orgasm just from the raunchiness of it all, the pulsing and throbbing wracking her loins becoming so intense it almost hurt. Sabrina groaned as she dug her spit-lubed fingers deeper, but abruptly perked up and moaned like a bitch in heat once she hit a certain special depth.

The corners of her eyes quickly became dewy as her arm began rocking back and forth, and when Anya gently squeezed her undercarriage, she couldn’t hide a high-pitched whimper. Anya started beating Sabrina’s meat like a Thalmor questioning a heretic, drawing forth a lilting moan from the vampire as her fist bumped her cock ring on every slam down to her base. When more pre-cum spurted out and dribbled down the back of her hand, Anya grinned and said “I love it when you give me that, those drops of appreciation...Are you getting close? Should I...Maybe stroke you faster?” A couple crocodile tears rolled down the sides of Sabrina’s face, the lust-stricken vampire sightlessly staring straight ahead. Finally, after so long, she could at last drop a load!

Her nipples grew even perkier as the end drew near, sticking out so hard they probably could’ve cut glass. Her prodigious chest shook and wobbled as her breathing grew harder, harsher. When Sabrina’s bloated undercarriage started to draw up in preparation for the slutty, ball-breaking blow, Anya gently worked them back down, rolling the sloshing eggs around in her palm. As Anya started squeezing her fist even tighter, Sabrina’s eyes began to roll back. Her prostate began swelling under her fingertips. She started rocking her hips, humping into Anya’s fist, fucking it like the curvy little bubble butt she could only wish it was. Stuck between a slappable ass and a limp-inducing cock, could it get any better than that?

Sabrina abruptly hung her head back, letting out a loud, hoarse moan. The arm behind her started jerking and spasming, her hand moving hard enough to clap against her jiggly cheeks, making them ripple as she manually battered her poor little prostate. Anya lightened her grip and sped up her pumping even further just as the vampire’s thick, sticky slop started gushing up her cum-vein. Anya watched with a growing grin as a quick splatter of pre-cum was blasted out of the way, followed by a humongous lance of the whitest, richest baby-batter Anya had ever seen in her life. Like a broken faucet, once Sabrina started, she simply couldn’t stop. She whimpered as she dropped that first tongue-coating wad, but it all just kept coming.

Anya watched with growing amazement as rope after rope shot out of her, each jet of jelly-thick sludge hitting the grass with an audible splat. Anya massaged Sabrina’s undercarriage a little more vigorously as she breathed out “Yeah, that’s right, let it all out, you little harlot...” A trickle of drool started running from the corner of Sabrina’s mouth, her eyes rolling back as her brain practically shut down in ecstasy. She whimpered every time she felt a load gush out of her underused cock. Relief. Sweet, sweet relief...Her legs were shaking by the time the sixth spurt of jizz fired out of her. The seventh shot out with significantly less force, and then, the flow was reduced to a viscous, syrupy dribble down the back of Anya’s hand.

Slowly, Sabrina stopped rocking her hips. Huffing and puffing, her vision slowly regained focus, but it took her several moments before she finally stopped teasing her prostate. Circling the sensitive bulge a couple more times, she gently withdrew her fingers, feeling her sphincter spasm and tighten up as she went. Anya, hot and bothered by the way her breathing had elevated to panting, cooed out “By the gods...You really needed that, didn’t you?...” Sabrina sucked back the running drool in her mouth, giving a few rapid blinks as she regained control of her faculties. That had been a good orgasm, but not a fantastic one. She may have erupted like a geyser, but Anya shouldn’t take that as a compliment...She had been saving up for quite some time, after all. When she saw Maximus, again, she’d be painting the walls white. He really knew how to get her off...

Sabrina softly said “That?...That was just a couple drops in the bucket, Anya...I’m in need of a serious cock-milking, until nothing comes out, anymore...” Anya opened her mouth to speak, but before she got out a single syllable, Sabrina said “Unfortunately for you, I like it best when the cum gets pushed out of me from behind...We’ve both wasted enough time, here. I think it’s time you slept, don’t you?...” Sabrina’s vampiric seduction, still in full swing, gave her frightening levels of power over Anya’s mind. At just the mention of sleep, Anya’s eyes went curious, and a moment later, she was yawning so powerfully that her jaw ended up giving a little pop.

Reluctantly, she let go of Sabrina’s lingering erection, bringing a hand to her mouth as her yawn drew to a close. Quietly, she mumbled “Yeah, I...Haww, I suppose so...I guess it’s time I got some sleep...” As Sabrina brought both of her hands over to her manhood, she idly said “Don’t forget to put your armour back on.” Anya nodded sleepily, slowly beginning to pull on her damaged breastplate. Sabrina, meanwhile, cupped a hand beneath her tip, using her other to squeeze out as much warm, salty whore-juice as she could. Without a second thought, she raised her hand to her mouth, closing her eyes as she lapped the cum off of her palm. Her cock gave a few bobs at the taste, but the red in her cheeks proved she not only loved it, but that this might not have even been the first time she had done it.

After wiping off and licking up the cum remaining on her manhood, she pulled her shirt back down and her panties back up. Tucking away her still-hard baton as best she could by lining it diagonally towards a panty string, she left Anya behind without so much as a glance over her shoulder. She had gotten what she had wanted, and she had wasted enough time, already. Once Sabrina was far enough away, Anya suddenly found herself experiencing clarity of mind. Sitting on the ground, she suddenly came to, as if snapping out of a waking dream. Confused, particularly by the vicious soreness in her neck, she quickly assumed she had fallen asleep without remembering it, and had woken up after an unusual pose had hurt her neck. Failing to notice the white slop on the back of her hand, she rolled over on to her side, falling asleep in seconds...

Thoroughly refreshed, Sabrina set her mind back on following the likeliest path of her Thalmor targets. All was well for approximately half an hour, but then something on the ground abruptly caught her eye. If it hadn’t been for Anya and her availability as a quick suck n’ fuck, as Sabrina was fond of calling it, she almost certainly would not have had the mental clarity to spot it. With her natural night-sight, she could make it all out almost instantly, even from multiple feet away: a big arrow, pointing off of the path and into the hills, with something that Sabrina could only describe as a rabbit’s head, sans eyes. For a moment, she simply arched an eyebrow, staring in confusion.

Then, realization kicked in. The instant it dawned on her, Sabrina took off in a sprint, racing up the nearest hill.

(Author's note - Hey guys, Samson here ^_^ As of this chapter, AFF is up to date with The Forsworn Retribution. In fact, I haven't even started writing the next chapter, yet :o So, unfortunately, I won't have anything to post tomorrow, at least not in this story, anyway. I wanted to say that I thrive on vocal feedback, I'm used to the comment system of Hentai Foundry and not the review system of AFF, which appears to be...Well, used to a far lesser degree. The great thing about my stories, guys, is that I directly listen to comments and suggestions to shape the story into what the readers want - almost like a Choose Your Own Adventure without branching paths, I guess. I frequently ask readers what kind of sex scene they want to see next, among other things. So, if you want to have a say in what happens in the story, all you have to do is comment! I hope to hear from some of you soon :> )
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