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Dar'Yoon's Very Naked Adventures	By : Tokage Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 26969 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I just wrote this because I felt like it, and shared it for the same reason. Bethesda Softworks owns The Elder Scrolls, Skyrim, Dragonborn, draugr, and mostly every other stuff that comes up, and I definitely don't make money

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Author's note: I was a bit fought over whether to make this its own story, or add it as a second chapter of the last thing I wrote. I decided for the latter because it's in the same continuity and featuring the same protagonist, so that made it kind of the logical option.

No rooster crowed at dawn in Whiterun.
That's not to say Whiterun did not have roosters. It had several, but a millennia-long natural selection had long since taught them that the nords tended to be extremely irritated if you woke them up, especially if they had been drinking the last evening (which was common), which usually resulted in a volley of boots and other projectiles being thrown at them from several directions.
(There were rumors of a legendary beast called the Ninja Rooster, named after these mythical Akaviri assassins that some said used to walk Tamriel during the second era, but no rumors of either had ever been confirmed by history books or reliable witnesses - which, for some, was just another proof for their existence.)
It was a dawn, though. The rising sun was shining through the closed windows of Belethor's General Goods, and the man himself was having breakfast and preparing for another hard work day, involving standing behind his counter and staring at the door for twelve hours straight. Though if it were a quiet day, he might break for lunch midway through.
He was startled into the present, away from his fruit and bread, by a loud crash in the store's back room. Where he was right now. He suddenly smelled something strange, yet appealing: not unlike an expensive perfume, that made him feel unseasonably warm. But when he looked behind him, there was no one there.
What he did see was a suit of heavy armor, plus some assorted jewelry, some of them magical - but none of them smelling particularly like the thing he had smelled. With his decades of experience as a merchant, he estimated their total value as something like 1193 septims.
This sort of weird stuff had begun, entirely out of nowhere, a couple weeks ago: he knew how this shit worked already, and so he made an inventory of his merchandise and gold. He was missing coin, potions, and other supplies at worth of precisely that same amount, 1193 septims.
Belethor groaned. He really wished his customers would be more upfront. This was just plain annoying.

Meanwhile - or rather, several minutes later - the Jarl's steward Proventus Avenicci found himself in a similarly weird predicament, starting with a piece of paper that flew on his face from out of nowhere. It smelled good, but he focused on what was written on it first.
It was a bounty. One that had been assigned just yesterday, and distributed to the innkeepers across the Whiterun Hold. This one had a large tear across it, though, starting from the left side and ending at the name of the bandit leader. The implications were quite obvious.
The steward instinctively reached for his purse, even though there was no one here to pay for - only to find it surprisingly light. When he looked inside, he found that exactly the amount of the bounty, one hundred septims, was missing. Funny, that.
And the smell... it was getting only stronger, and becoming increasingly apparent that this little paper wasn't its source after all. It was a sweet, appealing scent - Telvanni bug musk, unless he was horribly mistaken - and it was making him feel a little uncomfortably hot, his breath quickening and a blush working its way on his face.
No, scratch that. It wasn't the smell that was making him feel warm: it was the radiant body heat from someone behind him, the breath at his neck, the fingers that were like wind working on him, making his pants feel kind of tight... yet there was no one behind him. How could there have been?
"Are you all right, Proventus?", the Jarl asked. He had clearly not seen the unseen assailant behind his steward (how could he, if it was unseen?), but he had noticed his discomfort.
"Oh, uh... yes. I am perfectly fine. If you'll excuse me..."
Stepping away, he walked towards the door with a brisk pace, thinking to catch some fresh air and clear his head. Who he met on the Doorway was the Jarl's dunmer housecarl, Irileth, that had been on a drill and was heading back in: had his head been any cleared up by this point, they might have just passed by one another without anything special taking place. But it wasn't, so instead it got pretty interesting.
He put an arm around her waist to gently tug her outside along with him. "Proventius, what're you-?", she protested, but he hushed her to stop.
"I'll explain once we get away a bit... just follow me," he murmured, face close to hers. She complied, somewhat confused, though her face pulled a bit away.
The smell was gone by now, and the air outside was that of brisk autumn, allowing Proventus to think better - but it was no longer needed: the little event had tugged a little something from within the old steward, and now having a beautiful (their racial differences notwithstanding) woman so close to him, her breath warm, was all that it took to keep the weird and repressed emotions going.
He let the puzzled dark elf woman to the side of the building, into the shadows, away from where the guards or any random passer-by would see them, then pushed her against the wall and kissed her fiercely.
"Mmm...?"
This had been basically the last thing Irileth was expecting from this encounter. She had thought he was going to show her something serious and discreet, like a corpse or an assassination plot against the Jarl (maybe even ask her to join in one). Instead, she found herself between the wall and a lustful middle-aged Imperial - oh yes, she could feel the bulge as his body made contact with hers, keeping close.
It was kind of a weird situation, but not entirely unwanted: once she got past the initial shock, the dunmer placed her hand against the back of his neck to pull him closer against her.
She was a dark elf, after all: the younger dunmer women had the reputation for promiscuity, and although Irileth was a couple centuries old (she had been alive, albeit very young, back in the third era, when the Tribunal Temple decided to censor all mentions of dark elf women 'slutting about' for some reason), the situation she found herself in was making her feel quite young indeed.
She kissed him back for a time, feeling his hands stroke and fondle her - somewhat clumsily - then moved away from his lips and began gently biting his neck, while her other hand moved lower across his body, towards his hips. "...What brings this up...?", she breathed out.
"Never mind that, I just... I just really need you."
Briefly a thought hit her that he was about to say 'really need anyone', before he could turn it to something nicer with his impeccable Imperial diplomacy - but it was kind of a depressing thought so she forced it out of her head. Besides, she had found something far more interesting to occupy her mind (and other parts) with: her hand stroked along his crotch, feeling a twitch through the pants, making him shiver.
"And I thought you were just an old man...", she taunted, smirking.
"I'm not that old," he murmured as he struggled to get through the straps of her chestplate. It was clear that he was no warrior, and had zero experience with these things. "Uh..."
She sighed, rubbing her thigh against his hip with a bit of a frustration, starting to feel hot and impatient. "Let me help..."
"No no, I've got this..."
"Look, just drop your pants while I..." She pulled her arms away for precisely three seconds, enough to open the armor straps and get rid of it, now wearing just an undershirt and some trousers. She moved her hands back, certain Proventus could handle things from here on, just in time for him having his pants down to his ankles and display something for her hands to stroke.
Proventus breathed against her neck, planting kisses and shivering as she worked with his erect, twitching member, rubbing against her while his own hands slipped under her shirt to feel her breasts, fondle them in his hands, something she seemed to greatly appreciate. He only stopped when his own desires grew unbearable, and moved lower to fumble with her belt, revealing more of her for him. She had coaxed a single white bead of pre from his tool, and it was becoming clear he probably could not last all that longer.
They were basically entirely naked, right around the corner of the Dragonreach, where any guard or servant or child or whoever could find them at any moment. Neither of them seemed to give a shit. In fact, Proventus mused, it seemed to just make this all the more exciting, bringing a feeling of danger to what was otherwise a fairly standard act of spontaneous passion.
She was swollen and enflamed, he found, when he moved in to explore her nether bits. Panting and blushing like she was in a fever, she appeared to appreciate his fingers moving around and within her, moistening them with her arousal and grinding against him, yet also growling impatiently. "Just fuck me," she managed.
He complied.
She whimpered as he moved within, taking support of his back with both hands, while her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands moved to her rear end to keep her up and push her against the wall, feeling her womanhood basically swallow him whole, twitching and groaning as he bottomed inside her. "By the Divines..."
"We're already risking... some mortal audience...", Irileth managed to whisper between heavy panting, basically hanging from the steward with all four limbs like there was a bottomless pit under her. "If you manage to get the gods to watch too, then I swear I'll-"
What she was going to swear went unheard for the rest of the times, for Proventus had not been standing idle during her talk: he had pulled out of her whilst she spoke, and chose this particular moment to push right back in, cutting his lover's sentence short when all breath was taken from her.
She had to bite his neck in order to muffle a moan that would certainly have revealed them to the others. He would carry that hickie to his grave.
Be it mortals or gods watching them, Proventus felt that he would stop for nothing at this point, not even if Molag Bal himself showed up behind him with a footlong demon-prick heading towards his ass. He took support from Irileth's rear, lifting her higher up as he pulled back again, only to ram back in once more, his movements fluid and smooth in the well-prepared passage.
He wasn't much in a patient mood. The whole thing had come up from a single moment of unchecked passion, and they were still - he shuddered in excitement - in a very real danger of being seen, so he did not bother with going slow at first or being all affectionate too much. He simply went full speed from the start, something the housecarl, based on her whimpering, seemed to appreciate.
He moved closer in for another kiss, pressing his body against hers to enjoy her warmth overall. It was one born entirely out of lust and desire, with little to no emotion, and was responded to with a similar gesture. A hand squeezed in between their chests to fondle her, grope a breast, and pinch the nipple on top.
He ignored the nagging feeling that someone was indeed watching: maybe they actually had managed to invoke a deity or two to look down on their carnal act? Dibella at least ought to be pleased.
Well, let them watch. He didn't care.
He broke the kiss in favor of gritting his teeth as he felt a shudder going down through his entire body, a wave of pleasure crashing over him as the pressure of dunmer walls hugging him became too much. He found new strength and vigor from himself as he came, further increasing the speed and strength he was pounding her against the wall with - she'd feel it on her back by next morning.
It was probably that additional strength, and the feeling of warmth rushing inside her, that drove Irileth over the edge as well. Proventus nearly dropped her as he felt her clamp around him like a vice, locking him within while simultaneously soaking their groins with her own release. Unlike him, she didn't manage to be entirely quiet about it: stifling her pleasure-cry against his neck failed, and was instead unleashed around them.
"Ow..."
"What?"
"Your fingernails..."
"Oh. Sorry."
They just stayed there for a while, enjoying the afterglow with a hug, and recovering from the ordeal. They were silent, apart from an occasional "Wow..." or a similar tired semi-word. Between kisses, they looked around and found that no one was there, to their relief. It took Proventus a while to find the strength to pull out of her: both of them breathed out heavily when he did so, a drop of seed coming along with it to drip down Irileth's thigh.
The dressing-up sequence was fast, silent, and awkward, both of them blushing for reasons other than arousal, still throwing glances around them. Irileth was first to speak. "So..."
"...That happened," Proventus responded, pretty nonchalantly.
"Yes."
With the whole exciting event more or less over, they began walking back, leaning to each other for support - and, in Irileth's case, wobbling a bit - at least until they came across a guard, at which point they separated from one another fast as lightning, to not give anyone any utterly erroneous ideas.
"Hey...", Proventus brought up again, speaking low enough that no one else would hear but the dark elf.
"Yes?"
"Do you suppose we could meet again... tonight?"
"Only if it's somewhere outside..."
A short silence. Then, "Deal."

Unbeknownst to the two, though, someone seen them in action. Two people, in fact.
The first was a Whiterun guard who just happened to walk around the corner they were behind, saw what was happening, and, without breaking pace for the slightest, did a ninety-degree turn to go right back where he came from. "Nope."
The lovers had been far too deep in their passions to ever noticed him, but they could not be blamed in case of the second one, even if they had been quite aware of their surroundings - for this one was very well-concealed. Hidden in the bushes nearby there was a khajiit girl, naked as the day she was born, looking at them throughout the entire encounter and rubbing herself the whole time.
She had followed the two from the beginning, ever since she had given a bit of a tease to the poor repressed steward on a whim. Boy, did that pay off. It had gotten the two some mutual fun and herself a great stage to masturbate upon.
More juices gushed out on her crotch, her hand, and the ground under her, her passage rippling around her fingers, as she reached her Sangiin-knows-how-manyeth orgasm, the same time as the other two had. Her other hand stroked her black-and-white fur and fondled her breast, brushing against the leaves and branches of the shrubbery. The cool morning wind was entirely ignored and negated by her heated skin.
She risked to yowl out a little bit, the noise masked out by the dunmer woman's own moan of pleasure - for the most part. But it would put her to an additional risk of discovery, a matter she always found most exciting and delightful.
Her name was Dar'Yoon, and she was an exhibitionist. And a voyeur. And a sado-masochist, a necrophile, a pedophile, and half a dozen other sexual deviancies that to her were just another day in Tamriel. She was just there to have fun: she didn't give a shit what others (sometimes her designated partners included) thought about it.
Any guard that would have found her now would probably have begged to differ, though. But despite driving herself into one more climax even after the other two had finished and dressed-up, just fantasizing about being found and probably violated, no one ever bothered her: she was just too darn good at hiding.
No one heard the rustle in the bushes, or saw anything, as she finally left and took refuge in a nearby shadow, out and away for new adventures. She was still horny - something being naked in (almost) plain sight didn't help on at all.

"Calm down, soldier, and tell me exactly what you saw." Jarl Balgruuf the Greater was getting a little exasperated.
"Right, right..." The guard took a deep breath and started over. "I was just on my routine task, walking along and guarding from any suspicious activity, when I heard some strange noises... I went around corner to examine, and I found that Proventus fella and Irileth, and they were..." He paused.
"...Doing what?", the Jarl poked. "Had they found a corpse? Or did they talk about some private political matters? Plotting my assassination?!"
"No no, I uh, I think... well, Proventus had Irileth pinned against the wall, and-"
"You mean he was strangling her to death?!", he howled. The other people present gasped. "Why didn't you put a stop to it?"
"He wasn't! It was more like, um... I think they were, well... fucking."
Silence fell across the hall. The Jarl considered this. "...Are you sure he wasn't strangling her?"
"Pretty sure," the guard nodded.
"And... you haven't been drinking on duty?"
"Certainly not."
"... ...Huh," he eventually managed. "Well, that's pretty unexpected." There was a general murmur of agreement: yeah it kind of was.
Oh well, he thought, at least the next time Irileth brings him shit for not being able to protect him while he went down to the city to have a drink, he had something to throw right back at her...

It was a pretty warm morning of early fall, sun shining radiantly over Whiterun, though there were also the cold winds that ruffled Dar'Yoon's fur and made her tingle pleasantly.
At first she hadn't been sure why she had come to Skyrim. For the most part of the country, it was far too cold for her to practice her favourite hobby - she enjoyed biting, but not the bite of winter - even with the natural fur protecting her. There had just been this nagging voice in her head, a part of her, going "Let's go to Skyrim, see the sights...", and eventually she had.
Then it had turned out she was the Dragonborn, destined to save the world from an ancient nordic deity of destruction... so yeah, that kind of explained why she had wanted to come here.
She shivered. It really was a bit chilly here in the shadows, but there just a metre away from her, the rising sun fell brightly on the sidewalk and some garden. She really loved some sun and warmth, and contemplated her options: here in the darkness, she would almost certainly go unseen, while there under the delicious warm sun, the odds of being spotted raised considerably.
The khajiit looked around in her hiding place, her bright eyes glinting. There was no one in the immediate vicinity - but there was some noise and bustle nearby, indicating people were not far, and that at any moment someone could turn around corner.
She made her choice and leapt into the light.
Having been skulking in the shadows all morning, this was Dar'Yoon's first touch with the sun today. And it did not disappoint: she closed her eyes and stretched as she enjoyed the touch of light and warmth on her naked body, warming her up from head to toes. Though the heat she felt was not entirely thanks to the sun, but also from the pretty obvious fact that she was right out in the open where anyone could see her. Her nipples perked and her crotch felt fresh moisture, her hands wandering across her body, caressing it.
Then she heard approaching footsteps and leapt back to the shadows, right before some bystanders entered the street, talking to each other. One of them stopped mid-sentence. "Did you see something...?"
As they looked around for a little bit, perplexed, the naked khajiit shivered in heat right around the shadowed corner, fondling her chest while she looked at them. Had they seen her? She wasn't sure.
This is just the sort of a thing why she didn't just walk right out in the open, like many exhibitionists are wont to do, freely presenting her body for everyone to see and enjoying the attention. Though the very idea made her tremble, it was always just so boring: it was very much for certain that she was seen by all, and it left no random or indecisive factors in, had nothing to do with her skill or ability.
Actually trying to hide brought in uncertainty, and therefore excitement: when they had already seen her, there was nothing left to lose and fight for, but when she was still hidden, all bets were off - and when she didn't even know which point was actually true...
Dar'Yoon absolutely enjoyed seeing how far her skills could take her, how much she could do without ever being seen: fondling people from behind and watching them fuck was just the beginning.
She slowly snuck forward along the street, waiting for someone to notice her and call out - but no one did. Or if they did see her, they were content just watching her movements, eyes darting over her feminine parts, not letting her know that she had been found... she didn't know for sure. And she loved it.
A little nord girl, while passing along the near-empty alley, suddenly felt a heavy slap against her rear end. She jumped and yelped, blushing heavily, and looked around to see who could have done that.
The only other person there was a boy of about her age, looking confused. She promptly punched him in the face.

The children were not the only ones to whom weird shit happened that morning: another, far more thorough victim, was Lydia the housecarl, who was in the middle of a shadowed street when she suddenly felt hands caressing her body, something warm pressing against her back, and a warm breath on her neck. A strong scent of Telvanni bug-musk assaulted her nostrils - where in oblivion did this woman get all that musk from?
She took a deep breath and pressed against it, despite herself, allowing the hands to continue fondling her: a wet, raspy feeling of a lick against her cheek made her shudder. Yet at the same time, she looked around to see if anyone was witnessing this: thankfully there was no one for the moment, but she had not ever been the one for public displays of affection.
"This is highly inappropriate, my Thane...", she murmured.
As a response, there was a low chuckle from behind her, the hands rubbing around her waist and trying to find their way under her armor and clothing - not an easy feat, with the layers she was wearing, but something the nimble fingers seemed to manage nonetheless. "You're always so tense, Lydia... you are wearing armor even now! Why? There is nothing to hurt us here... let me help you relax..."
Dar'Yoon's language was pretty good: there was little to no accent, and no sign of speaking of herself in third person that was so common among khajiiti, indicating that she had spent a lot of time among humans. Her voice was smooth and pleasant, honeyed and just made to convince people of her side of things: it was but a whisper, as it was nearly always, except on those rare moments when she would unleash her thu'um, working that little mew into a high and powerful roar.
And it got right under Lydia's skin.
Ah, screw it. She didn't have the strength nor inclination to protest as the furry khajiit hands did their work. A piece of chestplate fell to the ground with a clatter as one of them worked its way up her shirt, revealing her sizeable mounds to the sun as they groped her, rubbed and flicked against nipples. The other reached under the front of her pants and between her legs, gently caressing her folds and feeling her desire.
She could hear some mewing behind her: it was clear that her Thane enjoyed what was happening too, even if she was not the one that was being touched. Empowered by her growing arousal, Lydia flipped herself around, much to the surprise of the feline, and planted a fierce kiss on her lips.
She was rewarded with a squeeze on her ass, claws pinching her a bit.
The two girls wrapped each other to their arms as they initiated a public, very naked make-out session. Lydia's pants had long since dropped too, leaving her shapely rear for everyone to see, but she didn't find it in her to care about these matters anymore. She had already exposed herself to the whole street: might as well enjoy it.
Though the kiss didn't stop, the hug did, as all four hands got rather frisky in their quest to find other places to grope and finger. The nord's nether lips were once again under assault, the attacking fingers going deeper in this time, two of them going straight inside while one rubbed the clitoris on top, causing her to shudder, her inner thighs quickly becoming wet.
Her own hands were rather more thorough, wandering all around the catlike body of her lover rather than immediately plunging to her more intimate bits, greatly enjoying the feeling and texture of her surprisingly well-groomed fur. The tail especially was a favourite for both of them, getting a chuckle out of the khajiit as the other ran her hand across its surface.
Meanwhile, their kiss was getting deeper, tongues being brought in, invading mouths they were not living in but still rather familiar with, borrowing sugar from the neighbouring teeth and exchanging fluids. Their breaths were getting rather feverish, long and heavy, both blushing hard and being entirely lost to the surroundings.
It was Dar'Yoon that finally broke the kiss, bringing her mouth back to Lydia's ear for a whisper, one that made the nord shiver in anticipation: "Service me."
Lydia could never say no to such a hushed request. Trembling heavily, completely ignoring the chill wind, she slowly bend down, stopping for a moment at her lover's breasts to place gentle kisses here and there, and lick and suckle on nipples: she was rewarded with a shiver and a little whimper, which made her happy and flushed more heat between her own legs.
She took several more deep breaths of bug-musk throughout her exploration, something that made her feel light-headed and all the more aroused and compliant.
The next stop was along the stomach, and the bellybutton. The khajiit had some abs here, but it turned out she was rather ticklish, and a few nuzzles and smooches were enough to get her to giggle. Lydia felt two cat claws in her hair, pushing her head forward and urging her on.
She descended further and found her main prize.
At first, there were no kisses or licks or any other affection: she merely buried her face into the furred, drenched feline treasure and took a deep breath, taking in the radiating body heat, and the scent of raw sex, that launched another tremble across her own body and nearly made her come without even touching herself. When she exhaled, a shiver ran across the warm body against her face, and the fingers on top of her head rubbed impatiently.
"Don't tease me..."
Putting her hands on the thighs of her lover, Lydia went in on her pleasurable task, at first merely teasing her by placing soft kisses here and there on its surface, having some experimental first tastes of her arousal. Further encouraged by the hairy inner thighs rubbing against her cheeks, she went deeper in, bringing her tongue right to the bottom of it and giving it a long, slow lick that did not end until clit and after it. This gesture got a heavier shudder, a little moan, and a small rush of more juices.
That got her going. The following licks were not as long or thorough, but they were much faster, and she could cover more ground with them. She eagerly lapped across the entire surface of the womanhood, drinking in the nectar from all over, teasing from around it and inner thighs as well. One of her hands went down to her own nethers to finger herself, while the other moved in on her lover's folds to spread them apart, allowing her tongue to get in further.
Though in theory Dar'Yoon had a good view around the street, in practice she was so focused and aroused as to make her effectively blind and deaf, locking the entirety of Mundus away from her mind. Each licking assault against her mound was the catalyst of a wave of pleasure crashing all over her body, bringing her closer to an orgasm and forcing her to bite her lip if she didn't want to yell out loud - and even that didn't always help.
One of her hands went on a breast to rub and fondle it, desperately trying to bring her closer to the peak. The other went further down, to get to her clit that the housecarl was now deliberately avoiding - but it was pushed away by another hand, provoking a deep growl from the khajiit. "Stop it... finish this..."
What Lydia did was pretty much the exact opposite and the worst thing she could do: she pulled away, and looked up at the Dragonborn, smiling wickedly. She had not stopped finger-fucking herself for a moment, which made her blush and sweat. "What's the magic word...?"
"...Your Thane commands you!"
That was four words instead of one, and none of them had been the one the nord was hoping or expecting - and yet they were snarled out in such a tone, with such authority, that it made her shiver and effectively forced her to carry out the request. She went back to the wet fur to finish it, this time heavily focused higher up on the dark crimson bead, her fingers simultaneously plunging between the folds to vigorously dive in, back out, and in again - while her other hand kept going with her own body, having still not stopped for once.
And though neither of them were aware of their surroundings, they had enough brain power to acknowledge that they were in the middle of a street, and had probably attracted quite the crowd now. The mental image, surprisingly similar on both of them, containing men blushing and stroking themselves as they watched the scene, children being shooed away and their mothers coming back to finish looking, fondling their husbands... it was the very last drop to the ocean that finally drove them both over the edge.
A hand shoved Lydia's face straight into the quivering warmth as its owner yowled out loud, drenching her face with so much juices that she could never hope to lap up them all, leaving a great deal dripping down along her neck and the other's inner thighs. She in turn soaked the ground under her feet with a veritable puddle of release, her own moan largely muffled by the muff she was pleasuring. She kept rubbing on, because her body had not come down from the peak yet and was bringing up some immense aftershocks - and kept licking, because the same appeared true for her Thane.
They had a good number of mini-orgasms before the event was at last over for them both, at which point Dar'Yoon closed her eyes and kneeled down, wrapping her arms around the housecarl, who responded to the gesture in kind. They hugged there for a time, just enjoying each other's warmth and closeness, basking in the afterglow, before someone interrupted them.
"Are you quite finished?"
Dar'Yoon looked up to face a guard, a closed helmet on like with them all, forbidding her from seeing his face - something he was certainly thankful of, based on the tone of his voice, the barely contained pleasure radiated by it. She shrugged and nodded. "Yes, it seems so."
Immediately they were grabbed, one guard for each of them, and easily hauled over one shoulder, neither of their tired bodies being in the shape of putting up any resistance.
"In the name of the Jarl," a guard decreed as formally as he could, which wasn't quite as much as he might have hoped, "you two are under arrest for indecent exposure. Answer for your crimes in jail."
There was indeed a sizeable audience to them, as they found out now, all blushing heavily as they left the scene when the guards shooed them off. "Show's over, move on! Go fuck your wives or something."
They probably did just that.

Whiterun had some high-quality, professional guards: neither of them were fondled too much at all, and they were dressed up in some rags and thrown into the same cell with very little ceremony. Here they sat up and pondered about what they had just done.
"Well, I assume you have some plan to get us out of this situ-", Lydia began, then stopped mid-sentence when she saw that the khajiit had, somehow, managed to rid herself of the clothing put on her in the middle of glances. She pounced at the other woman.
"If you mean our clothes, then as you can see, yes." She purred.
"And... the other thing?" The cat's breath struck against the human woman's face, the bug-musk on her skin fainting a little but still giving quite the smell - to say nothing of the way her breasts looked from this angle.
"That too... but we are in no rush, now are we?"
Her rear end was struck up and facing the cell bars, her tail swishing above it, giving the guards a fantastic view of her tight tailhole and still wet pussy.
"Shouldn't we, uhh, put them on their separate cells?", one of the guards attempted.
"Nah."

"Where in oblivion were you hiding that lockpick?"
"Don't ask."
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