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Convalescence

The Forsworn Retribution
Part VII - "Unsung Heroes"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: November 5, 2014

Bunny gave a little grunt as she dragged Maximus over the edge of the summit, legs quaking as badly as her jaw as she peered over her shoulder. The ocean spanning the horizon was a bit of a disorienting sight, for the young Reachman. Such a massive expanse of endless watery abyss couldn’t help but inspire a certain kind of fear, but that sensation seemed wholly insignificant in comparison to what she saw below. When she first laid eyes on it, her stomach felt hollow. Nestled at the foot of the mountain, right at the lapping coast and almost directly beneath her, was an eerily dark garrison.

It was surprisingly quiet, for such a large fort. Bunny was all too aware, however, that that could change at any second. At any moment, it could come alive with Thalmor soldiers and Justiciars, and if those soldiers turned their gaze skyward and noticed a figure stomping around the mountainside...Bunny looked back at Maximus, noticing how the snow had collected under and around his arms from the dragging. She peered back over either shoulder, looking for any semblance of shelter: a cave, a ruin, a damn hole in the ground, anything that put a barrier between them and the elements. After a few frantic moments, her eyes finally fell on something promising.

She could see a snow-covered mound in the descent, rising up in a visible bump maybe seventy feet beneath her position. It could’ve been nothing, but she thoroughly hoped it was a cave mouth hidden on the mountainside. Taking a look around, there wasn’t much else to be seen in the immediate area, so if it was a cave, it might’ve even been the spot Sabrina took shelter in. Bunny grunted and gave Maximus a little heave. Her right foot abruptly found no traction, and so weary was she, she didn’t even gasp as she suddenly found herself collapsing to her side, painfully crashing into the icy slope beneath the powder.

One hand still on Maximus’ ankle, she held on tight as she slid down, grunting when her arm went taut. The pull of gravity yanked Maximus downwards enough that he started slipping on the icy slope, along with her. Bunny’s eyes widened, heart pounding in her chest as her free arm wildly groped around by her side, looking for something to hold on to. Convinced she was going to flail down the mountainside to her death, she let out a scream as Maximus started sliding down the ice fully, pulling her down alongside him. When the two of them abruptly caught on snow a couple seconds later and came to a full stop, Bunny needed a moment to comprehend her own overreaction.

She briefly closed her eyes and smiled, sighing shortly afterwards. If she weren’t on the verge of hypothermia, she might’ve laughed at herself. She pulled herself up, dusted herself off as best she could with her numb mitts, then stumbled off towards the mound she saw below. Struggling not to trip down the slope, she made her way down towards the knoll’s side, looking for some kind of entrance. She ended up circling around it to the western side, then finally spotted a cleft in the snowy mound.

Walking further around, her eyes followed the cleft up to a narrow sliver in the mound, the earthen mouth just wide enough for an individual to squeeze through. Bunny needed a moment to realize that Sabrina was already there, standing in the shade of the cave mouth, evidently having been keeping an eye out for the two of them. For the moment, she was safe from the sunlight. One hand on the cave wall to her left, she was staring at Bunny with wide eyes, immediately blurting out “Where’s Max?” Bunny didn’t respond. Hope blooming in her chest, she hurried off, rushing back up the slope until she returned to her incapacitated lover, taking him by the ankles one last time.

Sabrina watched as Bunny dragged Maximus into view, pulling him through the snow by his ankles. For a moment, she was shocked Maximus hadn’t woken up. If there was anything that proved he was in rough shape, it was this. Her eyes going moist, Sabrina waved Bunny over, raising her voice to speak over the intensifying wind. “Come on, bring him closer! I can take him off your hands!” Bunny still didn’t respond, grunting once as she dragged Maximus along. Huffing and puffing, she pulled Maximus’ legs into the cave mouth, easing one of them down to the stone floor.

Stepping over and behind him, she let Sabrina take his raised leg, watching as she pulled him deeper into the cave with ease. Careful not to lean out into the light, she got down and grabbed Maximus under his arms, pulling him up without even a sigh of exertion. Turning him around until his back was to her chest, she held him in a hug from behind as she started walking backwards into the cave, looking over her shoulder to ensure she didn’t walk into any walls. Bunny followed them inside, watching Maximus all the while. His head hanging low, his feet dragging against the stone, melted snow was dripping off of his battered body. Still, he was safe now...

Bunny already started to feel a little better, being out of the wind. Hands trembling as she shook and shivered, she felt along the walls of the narrow passageway, the light quickly vanishing as she walked deeper in. She was so numb that she felt like a walking skeleton, the meat of her body chilled to an unfeeling coating over her core. Then, to her surprise, a faint blue glow appeared somewhere ahead, slowly illuminating Sabrina and Maximus from behind. Bunny followed the two of them until the walls on either side of her abruptly opened up, curving out into a small cavernous chamber.

Bunny looked around. All across the walls of the chamber, some sort of mushroom could be seen, the fungi light blue in colouration. The mushrooms were giving off their own luminescence, unusually enough, and collectively, they gave off enough of a blue light that she could see in the chamber. Bunny was already pulling off her clothing when Sabrina said “The both of you need to get out of your clothes, otherwise you’ll never warm up. I’ll be able to undress Max, myself. If it was nighttime, I’d go out and try to find something for a fire, but...I think I can improvise with a spell.”

“I’m w-way ahead of y-you.” Bunny stammered, teeth audibly clacking against one another as her jaw chattered away. Pulling off her fur bra, she dropped the soaked garment to the cave floor with a wet plop, then shucked off her loincloth and empty quiver. Only then did she remember that she had left her bow behind, at the scene of the attack. She’d have to hope she remembered to retrieve it later on, and that it wouldn’t be completely buried in snow, by then. Completely nude, she hugged herself and shivered away, watching Sabrina ease Maximus down to the floor, going down to her knees in the process to make the drop as smooth as possible.

Bunny knelt down by her discarded clothes and spent a moment spreading out both garments, on the floor. That way, the drying process would be much quicker than it would’ve been, simply leaving the clothes collected in a clump. Bunny slowly walked over as Sabrina suddenly started pulling her shirt off, dropping it by her side before standing up and pulling her skirt down her long legs. Curiosity growing in her eyes, she stammered out “W...What’re you d-doing?” Sabrina glanced at Bunny, then hastily mumbled “I don’t want to just leave his head on the rock, like this...My clothes are the driest out of the three of us, I can fold them up and use them like a pillow, for him...”

Bunny gave a nod, seeing the wisdom in Sabrina’s words. If her clothes weren’t soaked and freezing cold, she’d offer her own, as well. Sabrina dropped back to a knee, grabbing her shirt and quickly folded it up until she found a decent compromise between size and thickness for comfort. Then, she did the same with her skirt, combined the two, and slipped the creation beneath Maximus’ head for a makeshift pillow. Sabrina, left in her panties, garter belt, stockings and boots, gave Bunny a glance and said “The best thing for you and Maximus, right now, is sharing body heat. Until I can get some kind of a fire going, the two of you can help each other out by, essentially, cuddling. I...Won’t really be much of a help, in that regard...Just let me get him out of his armour, first, before he freezes to death.”

Bunny’s lips wavered worriedly as she watched Sabrina start with his bracers, gently pulling them off either hand before rolling them off to the side. She shuffled over, slowly dropping to her knees before beginning to ease off his reinforced boots. Glancing up at Sabrina, Bunny shivered out “I...I forgot my b-bow, and M-Max’s pack, t-too. One of the Th-Thalmor must’ve had it.” Sabrina didn’t look at Bunny as she responded. Lifting Maximus up into a sitting position, she got close behind him, letting him lean back against her until his head was on her shoulder. Beginning to undo the fastening of his scalemail vest, she murmured out “It doesn’t matter, we can get them later. I’ll go out, myself, as soon as the sun is down. The bodies should be hidden, anyway. No telling who might come along that path...”

Bunny nodded as best she could, setting aside Maximus’ boots before pulling up the reinforced loincloth of his armour. Sabrina couldn’t help but watch as Bunny pulled Maximus’ trunks down his legs, tossing aside the soggy undergarment. Bunny simply stared at his crotch for a few moments, then all at once remembered she wasn’t alone. She glanced up at Sabrina, went a little flush, and smiled sheepishly. Sabrina smiled a little, hurrying up with her unfastening. Almost under her breath, she remarked “It’s alright. I missed him, too. All of him.” Bunny gave a little shrug, eyes going off to the side as she passively replied “I know, but...With him like th-this, I should have b-better self-control...”

Sabrina simply smiled, some more. A few seconds later, she had Maximus’ scalemail off, leaving him nude as she eased him back down to his back. When she spotted his groin, her eyes immediately clouded over. She took a hard, rather visible gulp of saliva, but tore her eyes away before her blood could start pumping south. Bunny didn’t need much of a prompt to crawl over to Maximus’ side, lying down beside him in a wet, shaking mess. She used him a bit like an oversized pillow, draping both an arm and a leg across his body, slowly rubbing both across him to try and build up heat. All the while, she avoided his injured arm, the already-swollen limb still lying across his stomach.

Bunny closed her eyes and did her best to fall asleep. She saw no need to investigate when roaring flames periodically filled her ears, red flashes of light flooding her eyelids. She simply buried her face into the side of Maximus’ neck, and thought of the din as a reprieve from her throbbing headache. Although the floor was cold and rough, Maximus was soft and comforting, and she ended up falling asleep before she knew it. For Maximus, all was black, for a time. Then, when wakefulness came to him, his bleary, bloodshot eyes snapped open. Jaw tight, feeling a body weighing him down, he tried bolting upright.

He couldn’t get more than an inch off of the rough floor. Not only did his entire body feel as rigid as a plank of wood, but pure agony in his elbow made his eyes instantly screw shut, his teeth baring as he sucked in a sharp gasp. A soft hand pressed into his bare chest, keeping him against the floor with a surprising amount of strength. When he heard Sabrina’s voice, he couldn’t deny feeling a little more at ease...He must’ve been safe, after all. “Max, relax!...Please, it’s alright, you’re safe, now...The Thalmor are all dead. You’ve been unconscious for hours...Bunny, too. I guess tracking you through the hills, for a couple days, really took something out of her.”

Maximus did his best not to wince. Opening his eyes once more, he spotted Sabrina close to his right side, apparently in the nude. Turning his head a little, however, showed she had merely stripped down to her underwear, something he didn’t immediately connect to the thin pillow beneath his head. He looked down as well as he could, noticing little Bunny latching on to his side as she slept, nuzzling away at him. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep, exhausted breath through his nose. “Where’s Gabriella?...Svetlana?...”

Sabrina softly said “I had to leave them behind, the other day...Things got complicated with our sleep schedules, and they told me to take advantage of the night. Then, I found you, and...I imagine they’re already awake and on the trail, again. We should probably see them, later today. If not then, then tonight.” Maximus let out a little groan of confirmation, but Sabrina mistook it for suffering. Looking at his cringe-worthy swelling in his elbow, she was open with her concern. “What did they do to you, Max?...Your arm looks awful. Is it broken?” He gave another little groan, shrugging with his eyebrows. “I think so. The bastard gave it a good smash, in any event.”

Sabrina’s eyes quickly went dewy. She gave his chest a few compassionate strokes, needing a moment before she could admit “...Now, I regret not having more of an interest in Restoration...I wish I could help you, Max...” As soon as those words left her lips, he tried sitting up again, this time with more determination. “Alright, that’s it, I’m not gonna lie here like a lame animal waiting to die, I don’t need this pity-” “No! Lie down, Max!” Sabrina interrupted him, almost raising her voice as she got up on her hands and knees, getting over him so quickly she nearly smothered his head between her monumental breasts.

He raised an eyebrow, watching her in the blue glow as she crawled back a step or two, an embarrassed little titter coming from her. Bringing her face over his, she rubbed her hand up from his chest, tenderly taking him by the side of his neck. Her thumb by his earlobe, she gazed into his eyes as she murmured out “Sorry, but after the trek they put you through...Max, I know you need rest. Until I can get Lana in here to take a look at your arm, I want you moving as little as possible...Please? You must be sore like nobody’s business. Don’t fight it, you need rest. Do it for me, please?” Maximus didn’t respond, eyes drifting off to the side.

Admit weakness, he would not. Still, he couldn’t say it was unpleasant, hearing she was concerned after he had been ready to die to protect them. He had been ready to be abandoned by them, and to hear she was upset by his condition...He wasn’t sure what he felt, nor did he know if he even liked it, or not. Maybe he was glad. Maybe he was relieved, as stupid as that sounded. Sabrina seemed to read his mind. She brought her other hand over to the other side of his face, gently turning his head to the side. The twinkle in her eyes could’ve lit up the cave, they had gotten so moist. “Gods, what did they do to your face?...You look like they took a knitting needle and gouged you!...”

Maximus pulled his head away from her inquisitive touch, quietly remarking “I don’t need you acting like a mother hen, fang-face. I’ll be fine.” Sabrina let out a sigh through her nose, lightly raising her eyebrows. She continued to gaze down into his eyes for a few moments, then murmured out “...I was really worried about you, you know...When Gabby and Lana told me what had happened, I was terrified. I honestly thought I had lost you, for a minute...” He raised an eyebrow, eyes shifting back to her’s.

Sabrina lightly stroked her thumb back and forth across the side of his jaw, looking into his eyes with an implicit attachment he could only equate to a faithful dog gazing at it’s master. He felt like voicing that no doubt insulting comparison to defuse the touchy-feely moment she had brewed, but refrained for the time being. He was still grateful enough for the rescue to hold off on deflating her, at least until she became particularly annoying. Sabrina, meanwhile, had no idea Maximus’ thoughts were of boredom. She was all but convinced that he was feeling the same thing she was, only that he was being less open about it.

She knew this was her chance, the perfect opportunity she had been waiting for. She just needed the courage to close the distance. Her heart started thumping away. Quivers started running up her legs, making her thighs feel week. She had to fight to keep her breathing from escalating, but finally, after a couple moments, she willed herself to try her fantasy for a second time. As soon as her lips touched his, her stomach burst with butterflies, the intense tingling sensation quickly flushing downwards through her body. Sabrina let out a weak little whine in her throat, slowly kissing him a second time.

He didn’t reciprocate right away, but Sabrina didn’t let that triviality trouble her. Her breathing remained slow, but quickly became quite a bit deeper. This was what she had always wanted, and it showed. Her kisses were deep, passionate, before she even tried using her tongue. When he started kissing back, Sabrina’s head went light. She brought her second hand to his chest, rubbing at his hard, weary body. He couldn’t pull away this time. This time, he was all her’s.

Sabrina’s panties started feeling incredibly constricting over the span of just a couple seconds. It startled her, how explosive the physical response was. The silky material started feeling tighter, making the throbbing all the more noticeable. The more she grew, the harder it pressed down over the cap of her manhood, exciting her to no end as the pressure over her growing rod never abated. And to top it all off, when the soft material of her panties drew between her cheeks and went tight across her little hole, she couldn’t help but whimper and kiss him harder. The horny vampire, backed-up and thoroughly desperate for sex, unconsciously pushed her hips up into the air in true Anal Queen fashion. If only he’d take her by the waist and-

When he pushed his tongue between her lips and took her mouth by force, she just about lost it. Her spectacles pushed into his face. Her eyes started rolling back. Sweat started to glisten on her forehead. Sensitivity jolted through her bosom as her rock-hard nipples brushed against his arm. She passively rubbed her tongue back against him, thoroughly content to let him dominate her in a completely one-sided oral wrestling match. Her hand quickly went downwards across his body, the needy slut going for his crotch like a babe for a mother’s teat. To her dismay, she found that he hadn’t even gotten hard, yet...Clearly, this kissing marathon didn’t excite him nearly as much as it excited her.

It hurt her confidence to find him soft, but she was quick to rationalize. He was exhausted and in serious need of recuperation, after all, so maybe it was out of both their hands...Didn’t mean she wouldn’t try, though. She fondled his groin with a gentle touch, tasting his tongue, swallowing his saliva. When his tongue abruptly ran over the roof of her mouth and across the back of her fangs, Sabrina’s stomach drew in hard. Her body gave a quake as her legs gave a couple impotent little kicks against the floor. Suddenly huffing and puffing, she pulled back, looking at him with the lust-addled eyes of a willing sex slave. “Max...By Julianos...I missed you, so much...I need you, so badly!...”

The two of them both looked downwards, their eyes drawn to her loins. Her lengthy meat pole, jutting out in need of something to stuff, was pushing out the front of her panties so much that it would’ve already sprung free, had the waistband of the underwear not caught on her tip. A rather large damp spot had already developed in the fabric, a copious amount of pre-cum having already seeped out in a wet circle around the end of the bulge. A dollop of off-white ooze had already managed to push through the fabric, beading over her throbbing hard-on. Clearly, finally getting her wish of kissing him had gotten her quite excited, almost to the point of very literally creaming her panties.

Sabrina softly breathed out “I’ve never been this hard in my whole life...Max, please...Please?...” He simply raised an eyebrow, commenting “Please, what?” Sabrina swallowed some saliva, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and yanked it down, letting her manhood spring out. It gave a bounce, slimy strings of pre-cum connecting her flared tip to the soft material of her underwear, her love-mess spreading by the second. Pulling her waistband underneath and behind her bloated undercarriage, she pushed her hips out towards him, leaning her steel-hard member up towards her soft belly. Again, she presented her reactors for his appraisal.

“Look at me, Max...I need to cum...Please? I need to let it all out! Please, please, I’ll do anything you want...I don’t have my lotion with me, but...I-I don’t care, at this point!” He smiled, a little. Giving her smooth, hairless undercarriage a quick glance, he could easily see they had fattened up rather nicely with sexual frustration, but it was impossible to tell their colouration in the blue glow of the cave. Still, he was not without mercy. He was thankful to her for coming to his rescue, but the sad truth was, he simply couldn’t get up and pummel her ass, not in his current state. Even if he let her have all the control, Bunny was there, sleeping soundly by his side. Wouldn’t want to disturb her, now would they?

Nonchalantly, he muttered out “Sorry, fang-face. Can’t do it. Like you said, I need rest.” Sabrina immediately started pouting. Out of sheer frustration, her bottom lip started pushing out, her cheeks almost puffing as her eyes got a new shimmer of dew. She gave the floor a little kick with both legs, manhood bobbing up and down in protest as it wept more sap down the underside of her girthy shaft. For a moment, Maximus thought she’d threaten to hold her breath until she was blue in the face if he didn’t agree to fuck her up the ass, right then and there. Before she could punch the floor, work herself into a lather, and whine about how he owed her a good reaming for the rescue, or that he needed to take responsibility for getting her addicted to anal, he shut her down.

“Relax, fang-face. I’m shocked you’re so in love with getting your backdoor stretched, these days. I still remember when you’d mewl and whimper when it came time for a butt-fucking. Is that the only reason you rescued me? You were worried the fun times were gonna end?” Sabrina instantly calmed back down, her face going just about as red as it could. “N-No, of course not! It’s not that at all, Max! Don’t say that, I really was worried sick over you! It’s just, you know...I-I’m really not that big on...Uh, what I mean is...Um...” She cleared her throat, letting go of her manhood, letting it drop with a stiff bounce.

She gave up entirely on playing defensive before she gave him an excuse to punish her for lying. In a small voice, she whined “Please, Max...Just fuck me!...Don’t make me beg, isn’t it obvious how much I need you? You won’t let me cum without your cock these days, anyway-” He grinned sadistically, brow sinking a little. “I don’t know where you got that idea. I forgot all about the masturbation ban, ages ago.” Sabrina gave him a blank look, unable to comprehend the suggestion that she had been giving herself blue balls, the whole time. Before she had an emotional implosion, he relented with his teasing.

If she needed to pour forth, she could do it to herself. It was time the little wench got her reward for being so patient, anyway. Quietly, he said “Go ahead and suck yourself off, for all I care. I’m sure you’re limber enough for it. If you can’t pull off getting it in your mouth, you can at least get it between your tits, I’m sure. All that slut-slime you so love to leak would make for a nice lotion. If you manage to turn me on with a good show, I’ll even let you suck me off, too. I’ll stuff your ass when I can actually stand to move. Until then, you have my permission to milk yourself.” Sabrina’s eyes noticeably brightened.

“O...Okay. You’ll watch me?” Maximus gave her a sly smile. She started smiling a little, too, as she shifted her legs around, sitting down on her thick, round rump. She scooched back a bit, putting some space between him and herself, then pulled her panties down her legs. Dropping them beside herself, she kept facing him as she stretched out her legs, spacing them wide apart so he could see every detail of her imminent self-suck. Her mouth hanging open a crack, she gazed at him with foggy eyes for a moment, briefly running her tongue across her lips. Then, holding her knees, she started to double over and drop her head...

Sometime that morning while Maximus was still asleep and recovering, Gabriella and Svetlana were continuing on towards Northwatch, following the road into Solitude at a brisk pace. At some point in the early morning, Gabriella noticed a figure sitting by the dirt road, her eyes keenly flitting over. At first, all she could recognize was Elven armour, but beyond that, the figure was a mystery. As the two of them drew closer, however, her eyes quickly began to widen. Her brow abruptly shot down, her teeth baring as she all of a sudden took off in a mad sprint.

Svetlana looked over at her in confusion, mouth beginning to hang open a crack as she raised an eyebrow. She watched for a second, then spotted the sitting figure. Her eyes went as wide as saucers, and she called Gabriella’s name. The Dunmer didn’t listen, feet pounding into the dirt as she yanked one of her daggers free from it’s sheath at her hip. The sitting figure looked up, still panting from exertion. When she heard Svetlana and realized who, precisely, had found her, her jaw tightened. Anya yanked the tip of her blood-encrusted sword out of the dirt, rising to her feet as quickly as she could.

Anya thrust out her sword, hoping Gabriella would charge right into the tip. Gabriella, however, had different ideas. She gave a graceful leap into the air, kicking off with just enough strength and at just such an angle for her hands to slam into Anya’s shoulders, the sword protruding beneath her. Gabriella let the momentum of her jump continue in her lower body, swinging her legs back until they pulled her whole body up and around. The display of acrobatic skill left Anya confused just long enough for Gabriella to land on her feet behind her, the two women standing back-to-back for only a fraction of a second before Gabriella was twisting around, snapping her right leg into the backs of Anya’s knees.

Anya grunted, shutting her eyes in pain as she fell. Her arms momentarily swung out by her sides for balance, but still, she ended up collapsing to all fours. Before she could get up, she heard a foot stomp down on metal. Raising her head, she saw a leg reaching out from under a priestess’ robe, trapping the bloodied blade of her sword to the dirt. She raised her head further, eyeing the grim face of Svetlana. Gabriella went over Anya, standing above her crumbled form as she grabbed her by the hair. Pulling her fistful back, she made the Altmer grunt with pain as she exposed her throat.

Bringing her dagger over, the pressed the edge just under Anya’s chin. Clearly having lost herself to fury, she raised her voice, almost shouting out “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t take your head right off!” Anya immediately blurted out “Maximus is still alive!” Gabriella’s breathing began to escalate with anger. She pressed the edge of her dagger against Anya a little tighter, causing a trickle of blood to run down her throat. “Try a little harder, Altmer! Why should I take you at your word?!” Anya’s big, orange eyes shot towards her right. “Because I’m not a part of the Thalmor, anymore! They think I’m dead!”

Svetlana’s face opened up with surprise. Gabriella, meanwhile, wasn’t so easily swayed, although it was clear to see that the declaration was unexpected. Anya quickly added “The others in my group attacked me and left me for dead, but your Breton friend found me and helped me! I pointed her in the right direction, and she went after Maximus! I have no reason to lie to you!” Gabriella looked up at Svetlana. The priestess gave a nod, signalling her acceptance of the odd story.

Before Gabriella pulled her dagger away from Anya’s throat, however, Svetlana made the wise decision to kick Anya’s sword out of her hand, sending it soaring over into the nearby grass. Gabriella stood back up completely, taking a step away from Anya as she said “Tell us everything. When did this happen?” Anya slowly started rising to her feet, commenting “Just the other day. I took Maximus aside for questioning while my compatriots rested, but when we returned, they had awoken. It was my first, and last, mistake...One of them ran me through and left me for dead, but your Breton friend found me and gave me a potion...In full Forsworn garb, no less.”

Svetlana raised her eyes to Gabriella, remarking “Bunny must have left behind Sabrina’s cloak, at some point.” Gabriella gave a nod in agreement. Anya looked off to the side, off of the path and into a narrow valley between two nearby hills. “I knew the lot of you wouldn’t be far behind. She saved my life. I repaid the kindness by pointing her towards Northwatch, and advising her to hurry before he’s taken behind closed doors. I suppose her compassion makes up for the others.” Gabriella and Svetlana both raised eyebrows, glancing off of the path. They finally noticed the multiple corpses littering the valley, each belonging to a Forsworn judging by their pelt attire.

Gabriella quickly changed the subject. Taking a confrontational step towards Anya, she bitterly remarked “What would someone like you know of compassion? It’s because of you that we’re even in this mess! Talos worship, my foot. I’ve known Maximus for a good little while, now, and I’ve never seen him set foot anywhere near a Shrine of Talos, you little s’wit!” Anya’s composure went uncracked. Coolly, she remarked “You don’t need to sit at an altar and pray to believe in a supposed deity, Dunmer.” Svetlana’s brow began to furrow. It was clear by her tone that the topic annoyed her, and she was hoping to avoid having a reason to get truly angry. “Let’s change the subject. This isn’t about Talos, this is about Max.”

Gabriella angrily muttered “Actually, this is entirely about Talos, and this woman’s ridiculous accusations. But, no matter. You’re coming with us, Anya, and you’re going to help us with Maximus.” Anya’s eyes went wide, her head recoiling backwards with shock. “What? I don’t think so, Dunmer!” Gabriella threateningly pointed her dagger at Anya, glaring as her other hand went for the grip of her second Elven dagger. Harshly, she barked “Yes you are, you little harpy! If it’s too late for Maximus, I’ll make damn sure it’s too late for you, too! Everyone already thinks you’re dead, right? What consequences could there possibly be, then, if I make that deception a reality?”

Anya visibly swallowed some saliva, but her face went hard, again. Svetlana calmly remarked “If you want to make the most of your new lease on life, elf, I’d do as she suggests. If you think you haven’t wronged us, you’re sorely mistaken.” Gabriella lowered her dagger, adding “Besides, if we can manage to rescue Max, I’m sure he’d enjoy the chance to tell you off without you hiding behind your status. He despises you, you know.” Anya didn’t answer, right away. Eventually, she commented “...Can I at least retrieve my sword? I won’t be able to help you in a fight, otherwise.” Svetlana let out a short laugh. “Do you think we’re stupid, elf? Get moving, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover and not much time to do it...”

Several hours later, the trio came to the spot where the Thalmor team had diverged from the main path. Anya led the two off of the road, pointing out the footprints of her fellows in the process, idly commenting that it was a bad sign regarding Maximus’ fate. Gabriella simply retorted that Anya had better hope she was wrong. Shortly after, when the group stumbled upon the scene of the battle, they wore their shock plain on their faces. Judging by the wild footprints, the corpses, and the toppled tree, one intense battle had taken place. Although Anya had made no mention of Sabrina, Gabriella and Svetlana were immediately convinced the vampire had managed to meet up with Bunny at the eleventh hour.

As they followed the footsteps up the mountain, they checked the corpses along the way. It gave Gabriella and Svetlana hope to see their friends weren’t among the dead, while Anya remained indifferent until she found the corpse of her sister-in-arms. Her face opening up in surprise, a faint gasp caught in her throat. She dropped to her knees beside the body, touching the withered woman’s cheek. As Gabriella spotted Bunny’s bow in the snow and picked it up, Anya spoke, sounding utterly aghast. “What in Stendarr’s name could do this to someone?...She looks like a shell of herself!...”

Gabriella, completely ignoring Anya, commented “I found Bunny’s bow...She must’ve left it behind, but why? Even if she ran out of arrows, you’d think she wouldn’t abandon this thing...” Svetlana said nothing, merely glancing at Gabriella before turning her attention back to Anya. Gabriella eventually looked over as well, raising an eyebrow at Anya. Walking over, she cold-heartedly remarked “You’re surprised by this? If there’s any justice in this world, you and your people will get used to this kind of sight. Get up, Altmer.” Anya arched her eyebrows a little, eyes going half-closed as she gave a brief glance over her shoulder. A moment later, she got back up to her feet, and the trio continued up the path towards the summit.

With Sabrina having blasted the last Thalmor agent clear from the summit, there were no bodies to be seen, but plenty of foot traffic and suspicious drag marks through the snow. It didn’t take much sleuthing for them to notice the drag marks heading over the far side of the summit, and when they followed them, they instantly noticed Northwatch down below. The fort was alive with activity, with multiple individuals visible in the distance as they went about their business. Before Anya had any funny ideas about making a run for it, Gabriella and Svetlana were both eyeing her dangerously, Gabriella’s hands drifting for her daggers.

In a harsh mutter, she commented “Don’t even think about it. Not looking so well for you, my friend. No trace of Maximus, no hope of you surviving. I-” Anya cut her off, raising a hand and pointing at a sizeable disturbance in the snow, over a visibly shining patch of ice. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Dunmer. Look, the drag marks don’t go all the way down the mountain...They head for that knoll, there. A cave, perhaps? Maybe your friends are in hiding.” Gabriella’s eyes widened as she noticed what Anya was talking about. Svetlana glanced skyward, and felt like pointing out that Sabrina would’ve wanted shelter until sunset, but decided discretion was best with Anya in their midst.

Anya clued the two in to another valuable tidbit, a moment later. “I should tell you that standing out in the open, like this, is a terrible idea. Northwatch more than likely has archers patrolling the fort perimeter, and if they see figures on the mountainside, they’ll investigate.” Svetlana immediately hurried ahead of the two, moving down the steep incline as quickly and carefully as she could. “She’s probably right, Gabby. If this is a cave, here, let’s get inside before anyone spots us...And hope it’s not filled with Falmer.” Gabriella grabbed Anya by the arm, pulling the woman in front of herself before the two followed after Svetlana.

“...I knew it, there’s a cave here...Doesn’t look like a small one, either. If there aren’t any nasty surprises waiting for us, we should be able to wait until nightfall. Once the sun has set, we can search for any further sign of Max and the others.” Svetlana raised a hand, briefly twirling it by her head as a Candlelight spell popped into life, the sphere of light floating up above her head. Gabriella was staring daggers at the back of Anya’s head as she remarked “This is the last chance I’m giving you, Altmer. If there’s no sign of Maximus in this cave-” “Lana, thank the gods you’re here!”

Svetlana gave a start when Sabrina abruptly walked into the light, utterly noiseless until she spoke. Gabriella let out a silent sigh of relief, briefly closing her eyes as her shoulders slumped. Anya raised an eyebrow, examining Sabrina from over Svetlana’s shoulder. Sabrina hastily added “Max is here, but it seems like his arm is broken. It’s really swelling up, and it’s gotten pretty discoloured. He needs healing, the damn Thalmor worked him half to death, and...” Sabrina trailed off when she noticed Anya. For a moment, she didn’t react aside from a hard blink. Anya, meanwhile, cocked an eyebrow, half-narrowing an eye as she quickly looked Sabrina up and down. When her eyes hit Sabrina’s groin, she visibly tensed up.

It took Sabrina a moment to realize that Anya couldn’t have remembered her. When everything clicked into place, her brow sank deep, a contemptuous frown growing on her face. Anya must’ve had something to do with the Thalmor, and Sabrina had had her under her thumb! If she had only been a little more focused...Things would’ve turned out quite differently, between the two. Angrily, she snapped “What’s she doing here? She has something to do with the Thalmor who took Max, doesn’t she?” Gabriella opened her eyes again, glaring at Anya once more. “As a matter of fact, she does. She’s the one who started all of this.” Gabriella remarked. The anger in Sabrina’s red eyes grew murderous.

As Svetlana walked past Sabrina and headed deeper into the cave to find Maximus, Sabrina remarked “I should tear you limb from limb right here and now, for what you put us through. It’s fortunate for you that I’m a little more calm, by this point, otherwise I’d give you the same wonderfully satisfying treatment I gave your comrades. I have the pleasure of being able to claim killing most of your scum friends.” Judging by the little pause between Sabrina’s insults and Anya’s response, the vampire’s words had bitten through Anya’s thin skin. When she had recovered enough to speak, Anya raised an eyebrow, then said “...I find it difficult to feel threatened when the, ahem, “woman” haranguing me is not only almost entirely naked, but is sporting a massive erection, on top of that. If I ask politely, will you stop waving that thing around, in front of me?”

Sabrina’s anger was immediately defused with embarrassment. Her face started to go red as her hands shot to her crotch, trying to cover up the humongous tent she was still pitching in her frilly panties. Gabriella spared Sabrina from further humiliation by giving Anya a push to the back, sending her marching deeper into the cave. Once she was a few steps ahead of them, Gabriella leaned in close to Sabrina, making just about the same remark, herself. Under her breath, she muttered out “Why are you in your underwear, and why are you walking around, stiff as a board?” Arching her eyebrows, her eyes going anxious, Sabrina hastily mumbled out “I can’t help it! I kissed Max for the first time about two hours ago, and ever since then, it won’t go down! I completely forgot about it!”

Gabriella just glanced upwards, shaking her head with a little sigh. Sabrina let out an abashed squeak, watching timidly as the dark elf walked past her. When Gabriella walked out into the cave, she briefly looked around at the glowing blue mushrooms dotting the walls, then spotted the figure lying on the floor, in the center of the chamber. She swallowed some excess saliva, taking in a deep breath before letting out a heavy exhale. He was safe, thank Azura. Bunny and Svetlana were sitting on their knees by Maximus’ side, with Svetlana examining his broken arm in the glow of her Candlelight.

Svetlana fussed for a few seconds, remarking “Looks like a bad break...Complete snap in the bone somewhere, I’d say. By Mara, I wish I could’ve been here sooner...I am so sorry, Max. Tell me, does it hurt when I do this?” She, very gently, rested her hand down on his elbow, which was, true to Sabrina’s word, rather engorged and discoloured. He immediately flinched and tensed up, eyes going wide as his jaw tightened. Hissing between clenched teeth, he exclaimed “Yes! Shor’s bones, stop touching it!” Svetlana darted her hand away, blurting out “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! Just, ah, h-here, let me see if I can re-set the bone for mending...”

Bunny smiled at Svetlana, commenting “You should’ve seen it, Lana. It was a pretty nasty fight. Sabrina was amazing, though. I won’t try to take credit, she did most of the work. Tell ‘em, Sabri...” Bunny looked off to the side, eyes locking on Anya before they found Sabrina. Gabriella finally spoke, and unlike the others who had showered Maximus with attention, the first thing out of her mouth was simply “Max, look who we found on the road. Little miss accusations, over here.” Maximus raised his head as well as he could, arching an eyebrow. When he spotted Anya, standing there deceptively at ease, his jaw immediately tightened up.

To the surprise of both Svetlana and Bunny, Maximus suddenly fought to rise, breathing hard from the pain. Anya raised an eyebrow, her chin slowly rising as she watched him. Sabrina stepped towards him, worriedly saying “Max, please, don’t get up! You need to relax, we can handle her!” Maximus shot her a glare, barking out “Shut up, Sabrina!” Sabrina’s whole body gave a tremble at his unexpected tone, her eyes briefly shifting away from him. Finally, the rigid baton in her panties began to wilt, her object of lust raising his voice at her effectively dousing her ardour. Maximus lumbered towards Anya, his movements jerking and erratic thanks to his enflamed, stiff muscles, almost locking him up from head to toe.

Anya didn’t step away from him, nor did she say anything. She might’ve been expecting the punch, but she certainly didn’t see it coming; despite his wracked body, Maximus still managed to launch out a cross in the blink of an eye, smashing his fist into Anya’s right cheekbone with a resounding smack. Anya didn’t crumple from the blow, but it sent her stumbling until her back slammed into the cave wall behind her, her armour clanging loudly as it impacted with the stone. Gabriella raised her chin, satisfied by the knowledge that Maximus had followed her same train of thought. His eyes wide and enraged, he loudly said “I should kill you, right now! If I still had my sword, I probably would!”

Anya raised a hand to the side of her face, glaring at him as she immediately retorted “If you did, you’d be doing me a favour! My situation was already bad, before, but now it’s positively demolished...” Maximus narrowed his eyes, snapping “What in Oblivion are you talking about?” Anya’s eyes widened. Lowering her hand, she started raising her voice, right back at him. “Did you murder every single one of them? Then my situation is even worse than it was, before! When they left me for dead, it was one thing, but now-” He cut her off, angrily demanding “How are you even alive, anyway?! They skewered you like a pig on a roast!”

Anya pointed at Bunny. “She found me, and saved me with a potion. If you want to get angry at anyone for my survival, get angry at her!” Maximus twisted around, glaring at Bunny. Bunny’s eyes widened, visibly recoiling from his intimidating stare. Hastily, she explained herself. “I...I saw what happened, but I couldn’t stop it, I’m sorry! I thought that if I healed her, sh-she’d answer my questions! I did it for you, Max!” Maximus didn’t answer, the anger in his eyes weakening before he turned back to look at Anya. The Altmer soldier finished explaining her situation.

“When they thought I was dead, I could try to disappear, leave the Thalmor and vanish in some cloaca of Tamriel. But, if they’re all dead, then now there’s nobody to report my death! An investigation will eventually occur, the bodies will be found, they’ll be identified, and when they realize that I’m not among them, and neither are you, they’re going to put two and two together and hunt to the ends of Nirn, looking for us...Especially me!” Nobody said anything, for a few moments. Sabrina, her eyebrows raised, eventually suggested “...What if we got rid of the bodies? I was meaning to do that, when the sun set. I could hide them, when I look for Max’s supply pack.”

Anya halfheartedly remarked “That might not work.” Maximus, staring at Anya all the while, said “Gabby, Sabrina, Bunny, take Anya deeper into the cave and keep an eye on her. Strip her out of her armour, prisoners don’t need protection like that. I’ll decide what to do with her, later.” “What about me?” Svetlana asked, blinking a couple times. Maximus finally smiled, again. “Didn’t you want to take a look at my arm?” Svetlana smiled to herself, face going a little red with embarrassment as she said “Oh, right. Eh heh.” Gabriella immediately took charge, marching over and grabbing Anya by the arm. Bunny, spotting her Glass bow in Gabriella’s other hand, grinned with gratitude as she hopped to her feet.

Before Sabrina followed the trio down a nearby cave passageway, she timidly walked up to Maximus, hoping to smooth things over in case he was truly upset with her. He turned and noticed her, subtly sighing through his nose. She briefly nibbled on her bottom lip, wringing her hands beneath her bosom as she softly said “Please, don’t be angry, with me...I’m just worried about you, that’s all. I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, but I know you need rest, more than anything. I just want you to feel better, Max.”

In a surprising display of leniency, Maximus just raised his eyebrows, dismissively commenting “I know, Sabrina, and I appreciate it. I just can’t stand seeing that woman.” Sabrina half-smiled, a little. Leaning it, she rested her hands against his chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts together between her forearms as she kissed him. He took her by the hip with his strong arm, reciprocating rather passionately, briefly pushing his tongue into her mouth. It took all of two seconds of tongue-wrestling for the Imperial to rocket back into steel-hard arousal, her member shooting up in her panties so fast it could’ve ripped a hole through the fabric. By the gods, kissing him was so fantastic!

He pulled back, and although she tried following his lips for more, she quickly realized he wasn’t simply teasing. She smiled affectionately at him, and he sent her off with a hearty spank over the derriere, putting an excited spring in her step. Maximus turned and shuffled back over to Svetlana’s side, trying not to grunt as he eased himself back down on to his makeshift pillow. Svetlana merely smiled at him, prompting him to quirk an eyebrow at her. She smiled more, cooing “It’s good to have you back, Max. You had us all terrified, you know.” He didn’t say anything in response. He stayed still as Svetlana brought her hands over his elbow, golden Restoration Magicka radiating from her fingers...

Several hours passed. Although everyone aside from Sabrina was famished, there simply weren’t any food supplies left. Any hope the group had of getting sustenance, any time soon, was in Maximus’ lost supply pack, and the supply packs of the Thalmor agents. Sabrina vowed to retrieve them all once the sun set, promising everyone would have something to eat for the trip back to Markarth. Maximus made it clear that returning to Markarth might’ve been an impossibility, thanks to Anya’s public accusations of Talos worship. Unless she could do something to clear Maximus’ name, or at the very least throw Ondolemar and anyone else he had told about Maximus off of the group’s trail, the city might’ve been off-limits from then on.

The only one who took that news poorly was Svetlana, and for understandable reasons. The priestess still hadn’t found out if she could return to the Temple of Dibella, and she really seemed to have her heart set on serving the goddess. Anya was kept from Maximus by the rest of the girls for the rest of the day, leaving Maximus alone for the entire afternoon and a good bit of the evening, as well. Some time before sunset, however, he heard quiet footsteps walk up the cave corridor, coming towards him. The footsteps came to a stop, and a few moments passed by in silence. He felt like turning his head and looking over, but not only were the muscles in his neck killing him, he was also fresh from a desperately-needed nap and was still holding out some hope of falling back asleep.

“Max...You awake?” He let out a sleepy little sigh. On one hand, he was surprised that his visitor was Gabriella, but on the other, it didn’t seem too unusual. She would wait until the two of them could be alone, wouldn’t she? In almost a groan, he said “Hrm...Yeah...Surprised you waited this long to say hello.” She didn’t answer, right away. Her bare feet patted against the cold stone floor as she made her way over, walking right up to his side. He opened his eyes, watching her in the dim blue glow as she knelt down beside him. Gazing at him, trying her best to make eye contact in the dark, she was quiet for a moment before finally making a little confession.

“I know...I was preoccupied with Anya. I wanted to wait until she was asleep before I came out here...Wanted to wait until they were all asleep, actually, but Sabrina’s still awake...Sun’s almost set, so she’s just waiting for the first opportunity to get out there. You know, I...I was worried. About you. I’m glad Sabrina and Bunny were able to help you, in time...Lana and I weren’t there because our...Stupid, damnable sleep schedules stopped matching up...We were collapsing. Sabrina had to leave us behind.” Maximus was silent, for a second, before he answered “...It’s alright. Point is, someone got to me, in time. Even if they hadn’t, though...It wouldn’t have mattered. I didn’t care, either way.”

Gabriella’s eyes widened, a little. Looking at him with surprise, she quietly exclaimed “How can you say that? Do you know what they would’ve done to you?” He raised an eyebrow, wincing as he tried turning his head towards her, a little bit. “I have some ideas of what they would’ve tried, but it doesn’t matter. If I had to choose between myself and all of you, I was fine with that. I was ready to die.” Gabriella’s face opened up with surprise. He turned his head away from her, eyes drifting off to the side. Softly, she murmured “You were trying to protect us?” He didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to admit the realization he had come to during the trek, but he ended up muttering out a curt “...Yeah, I guess so.”

Gabriella smiled, a little. She reached up, smoothing her bangs behind an ear before leaning over, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders. Maximus turned his head back in time for her to bring her face to his, surprising him with a truly unexpected kiss. He closed his eyes, reciprocating, feeling her ease herself down to an elbow for more support. One of her hands now free, he felt her gently touch the side of his neck, kissing her slowly, deeply. He felt her take in a little breath, letting out a steamy sigh against his cheek. He pushed his tongue out, prodding at her lips. She responded in kind, coiling her tongue with his between their mashing mouths, getting a taste of each other’s saliva for the first time in days.

A minute went by before either of them were satisfied. Finally, she pulled back, but then went in for one last long, moist kiss. She didn’t leave kissing distance right away, and spent a moment gazing into his eyes before finally getting back up on her knees. Without coming out and saying what was really on her mind, she asked “...How much can you comfortably move?...” He knew exactly what she meant. A brief smirk came over him as he ruefully said “Enough to breathe, and that’s about it.” She started reaching for the fastenings of her armour, beginning to loosen it up so she could pull off her leather chest piece. Quietly, she mumbled “That bad, huh?...Well...I’m not going to complain. I’m just glad to see you, again...”

Maximus blinked, but otherwise didn’t respond to the rather unexpected, and somewhat sappy, comment. Once her chest piece was off, she was slipping off her leggings, leaving herself as stark naked as he was. The slim dark elf carefully brought a leg over him, straddling his waist. Heedful of his condition, she rested her hands over his stomach, delicately rubbing her thumbs across his muscles. “...You know, when...When they dragged you off, I thought it was all over...That that was it. I’m glad I was wrong...” Maximus didn’t react outwardly, but...It was a good feeling, knowing that even she had been worried about him. He thought she chose an odd moment to get gushy, but he didn’t find himself disliking it as much as he usually would’ve.

She delicately stroked her hands up to his chest, then smoothed her hands back down, running her fingernails across him. In little more than a murmur, she said the last thing lingering on her mind. “You’ll never recover if you don’t rest. Just leave it to me, this time...I wanna help you get back up on your feet.” Maximus gave a little exhale through his nose. She brought a hand down between her thighs, close to her crotch. Stroking her hand across him, she found him already at half-mast, with some gentle fondling quickly getting him stiff as a sword. Her breathing beginning to deepen, she held him with her index and middle fingers, more guiding him with her fingerprints than anything else.

She rubbed the underside of his shaft against her nether lips, making soft wet noises as she pushed him against her ridge. Maximus tried raising his head, hoping he could catch a glimpse of the frottage, but a tight strain in his muscles made him grunt and drop his head. She rubbed her free hand across his stomach, silently urging him to stay still. She pushed her hips forwards, grinding her oozing valley across him until she got to his tip. For a moment, it looked like she’d angle him for entry, but then she slowly eased her hips back, letting her clit catch on his tip. She let out the faintest mumble of appreciation, rubbing her puffy lips across him until she had left a trail of her nectar across his lengthy shaft.

After a minute more of grinding, she finally raised her hips, guiding him up with her fingerprints until his head was pushing between her lips. With an audible sigh through his nose, he closed his eyes, feeling her begin to sit down on his thick pole. She let out a trembling little breath, half a warble and half a moan, as the old familiar feeling of his girth began pushing into her. Progress was slow, at first. Gabriella took her time, feeding centimeter after centimeter into her tight little elven quim at a snail’s pace.

Maximus had almost forgotten how tight she was...That, or, she was intentionally clamping down like a vise, he wasn’t sure which was more likely. Slowly, her burning walls slid down along his length, her heartbeat thrumming against him through her core as he dug deeper into her love tunnel. She let her mouth hang open a crack, leaning her head forward so she could watch him penetrate her in the dim light. He let out a little “Mm” noise as she dropped a quick couple of inches, paused, then dropped again. She sank until it felt like he was pushing up against the bottom of her stomach, until there was no more room left inside her.

She let out a slow, steady exhale at the sensation. He, meanwhile, smiled a little as her nectar started seeping down the rest of his pole. Her body had always been a lot more honest than her mouth. Her little confession about being worried for him was nice, but the stranglehold her pussy was giving him proved she never wanted to let him go, ever again. He couldn’t complain. If he wasn’t as rigid as a statue, he’d flip her over and give that cunt a real workout. It was just the kind of thing she needed, right about now. Gabriella spent a few moments getting reacquainted with his uncomfortable size, hands resting down on his stomach, between her thighs, as she took in slow, deep breaths.

Then, quietly, she started rocking her hips, shaking up and down. She slipped her hands from his stomach, leaning over him, a little, so she could put them against the floor on either side of him. Long hair hanging down by the right side of her face, she gazed at his face, mouth hanging open a little as wet noises began to rise between them. He smirked a little, letting out a deep sigh through his nose. Ah, it was good to have everything almost back to normal, again...Gabriella not-so-bitterly in love with his cock, Svetlana’s wonderful sex drive at his beck and call, Bunny eager to please at the drop of a hat, and Sabrina happily being his sissified slave. Aside from Anya, who he’d soon have to make up his mind on how to deal with, things were almost back to the way they were before.

He briefly closed his eyes, suppressing a little grunt when Gabriella started corkscrewing her hips around, grinding his claymore inside herself. She let out a heavy, trembling exhale at the sensation, closing her eyes as she worked to please them both. After a few moments, she opened her big, red eyes again, gazing at him foggily. His smirk grew into a little smile, her slick heat building up a slow burn of pleasure between them. They simply made eye contact for a little while, with him trying his best to read her in the gloom. When she closed her eyes and leaned in, he stayed still, kissing her slowly.

Her movements remained slow, steady, as if there weren’t a care in the world keeping them from taking their time. For a few moments, she sank down on him as far as she could, barely shaking her hips at all so he could relish her snug glove of a snatch, and she could enjoy as much of his timber as she could comfortably fit, in turn. They opened their mouths at almost the same time, flicking the tips of their tongues against each other, feeling the other breath against their face. She stopped corkscrewing for the sake of their kissing, and started up some long shakes, raising her hips until he almost popped out of her, then sank all the way back down until he was impaling her, again.

She withdrew her tongue, sharing a couple slow, saliva-slick kisses with him before finally pulling back. He opened his eyes, watching her slowly begin to turn. Without even pulling off of him, she turned around, letting her walls quiver and slide along him as she started facing the opposite direction. Her feet on either side of his chest, her hands by his knees, she started rocking again, letting slip a quiet moan as she shook her rump up and down. Maximus couldn’t help but raise his head, watching her get into a nice, bouncing rhythm. He wanted to smack that round little ass and make her speed up, but he had no choice except to take it at her pace...This time.

He grunted with a bit of pain as he reached his better arm out, his shoulder, elbow, and every muscle in between immediately complaining. He grabbed her by the rump, gently squeezing one of her fleshy cheeks, kneading the bun as well as he could. She turned her head to the side, breathing heavily as she peered back at him from over her shoulder. She dropped her hips, sitting down as far as she could on his slick cock. He gave a content sigh as he pulled her cheek to the side, exposing her twitching little rosebud in the blue light. She gently rocked her hips left and right, grinding him in her depths until he gave her cheek a very mild spank, clapping the ends of his fingers against her just hard enough to make an audible pat.

She let out a soft, short moan, turning her head back as he rested his arm back across his stomach. He felt her begin to turn back around, but this time, she didn’t lean over him. Her knees on either side of his mid section, she leaned back, supporting herself by putting her hands against the floor, between his knees. Her head hanging back, her eyes closed, she whispered, every word oozing ecstasy. “Ohh, I can get it even deeper, now...” He responded with little more than a sigh, mind beginning to go dull with pleasure. She was really getting in touch with her inner wench, wasn’t she? Who would’ve thought she’d try so many positions? Someone really wanted to sate their hunger for cock, didn’t they?...

She finally started to pick up her pace, but not by much. It was enough of a change, though, to make her breathing pick up, sweat slowly beginning to bead across her body. He could almost feel her swollen clit sliding across his shaft, her soft backside rubbing against his thighs. Gabriella cast an understandably distracted glance towards the nearby cave passageway, making sure the others weren’t watching her secretly get off with Maximus. Giving her bottom lip a bite, she held back a moan, looking down past her perky handfuls of breasts. Every hard drop on his pole made her lean chest bounce, her nipples standing like diamonds capping the mounds.

He started smiling, but she wasn’t quite sure why. Eventually, he remarked “We really need to work on your endurance...” She found herself arching her eyebrows, but instead of feeling annoyed like she usually would’ve, she only felt disheartened. She started leaning forwards again, getting over him with her hands on either side of his shoulders, bringing her face close over his. Softly, she mumbled “Don’t tell me you aren’t close, too...When was the last time you got to cum?...” He smiled more, simply remarking “Eh heh. Sabrina beat you to it, elf.” Gabriella was quiet for a moment, frowning, a little. In a brooding little mutter, she commented “...That cock-addicted little slut.”

He grinned, a little. “Been a while since I stretched that tight little snatch, of your’s...Longer still since I trained your throat. Soon as I’m on my feet again, I’ll fix that. You won’t be walking right for a week.” He could almost see her face flush, in the blue glow. Steamy breaths drifting out against her chin, she mumbled out “...We might not have much longer...I’m not leaving until I finish you off, though...I still have some sense of pride...” His grin turned into a big smirk. “Good girl. Determination is nine-tenths of any battle.” She closed her eyes as well as the distance, beginning to hold his shoulders as she kissed him. He shifted his good arm until he could take her by the hips, holding her in return.

She started rocking her hips a little harder, a little more intensely, corkscrewing herself around at the same time. He could tell she was passing the point of no return. Her breathing was getting harsh, her kissing was getting frenzied, and her tunnel was constricting tighter by the second. Her hands lightly squeezed on his shoulders, and then, she was fighting a moan, groaning shakily against his mouth. A flood of wet, hot warmth splashed against his crotch, little miss dagger-ears cumming like she hadn’t gotten any pipe in a month, utterly drenching his loins. She took a few moments to relax, panting softly against his face. Then, she started up again, determined to finish him off in record time.

Sensitivity from her messy orgasm, combined with her new rough pace, had her whimpering and whining every time she slammed her hips down, his cock battering the end of her tunnel with every movement. Maximus exhaled through his nose, feeling her briefly touch the side of her face to his before sitting back upright. Closing her eyes, her mouth hanging open, she bounced up and down without shame, sliding along his tool rougher and rougher. He didn’t bother trying to hold out, allowing her efforts to pay off sooner rather than later. He didn’t feel like showing off how much more stamina he had, over her. After busting her ass to rescue him...Maybe a little ego boost was alright, for once. If there was ever an appropriate moment for it, it’d be this.

His breathing escalated, briefly. The burning, vise-like massage kept up for a minute more before his jaw subtly tightened. She could feel him thickening, firming up even further, pulsing more intensely against her moistness. Eyebrows eagerly rising, she looked downwards, watching him slide in and out. He suppressed a grunt, eyes closing. She could practically feel a thud against her cervix as the first stream fired. As the heat inside of her bloomed, she slowed her rocking, panting as she sat down hard on his rigid manhood. Legs and feet quaking, she closed her eyes with ecstasy, each exhale turning into a trembling warble as he kept blowing his load. It took close to ten seconds before his flood of cream finally ended.

She hadn’t gotten a creampie like that in some time, and he knew damn well she absolutely loved it. She stroked her hands down his chest, rubbing to his stomach, feeling him breathe. He opened his eyes, looking up at her as he caught his breath. Her face dark with colour, the two of them made eye contact for a moment, then broke it as she looked downwards. She raised her hips, pulling herself off of his juiced claymore, letting it slip free from her spasming confines. Quietly, she murmured “Th...That didn’t take as long as I thought it would...Azura, it’s like an inferno, inside me...You’d better get dressed, I don’t have anything to clean you off, with...” Maximus groaned a little tiredly, glancing upwards before closing his eyes.

He didn’t notice her leaning over until she touched the side of his neck, giving his lips a peck. As she rose back up, she softly said “We don’t have very long before we’re out of here...Feel better soon, alright?” He opened his eyes a crack, looking at her as he gave a mumble. She gave him a half-smile, then grabbed her armour and stood back up...

(Author's Note - Hey, everyone^_^. This wasn’t quite the sex scene I had envisioned, but as long as nobody hates it, I guess it’s...Well, I’m not disappointed with it, but I can’t help feeling like the “sexual healing” scene would turn out differently, somehow. I can already feel writer’s block creeping up on me, I don’t want to burn outD:. Need to take a little break, plan some stuff out, that kind of thing. I was interested in doing a more tender scene with Gabriella, considering the development their relationship has undergone, so I hope the Dunmer fans are happy:D. Wasn’t necessarily romantic, but...It sure was something out of the ordinary, eh? I still love how different Sabrina acts with Maximus than she does when she’s with other people, or fighting:D. Really goes to show how submissive she is, to him. Hell, he could probably put a literal collar on her, at this point, without much fuss from her.

Anyway...Maximus is safe and sound, and the group is back together, again:o! Also, Anya’s with the group, now...Is this a permanent thing, or only temporary? We’ll have to see what the next chapter brings;). Also, hallelujah, the next sex scene should be the next grand orgy! Unlike the first one, I had it planned that Sabrina would generally be the center of attention, with everyone ganging up on her with Maximus’ blessing and taking turns playing Milk The Vampire, Win a (sticky) Prize.

As always, feedback is always appreciated, and feel free to make any kind of suggestions^_^!)
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