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Her Own Medicine

The Forsworn Retribution
Part VII - "Unsung Heroes"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: December 24, 2014

Anya’s brow furrowed as soon as the gates of Markarth came into view. Well, this was it. No turning back now...Not that she had ever had a choice, earlier on. This had to happen, she knew that full well. As she approached the main gates, the guards standing watch hastened to open them for her, pushing the tall Dwemer doors inwards without even waiting for her to prompt them. Normally, some cruel part of her would’ve relished such a display of respect, but she told herself the same thing she had been telling herself for days, now: it wasn’t actually respect. It was fear. Fear for their lives, their loved ones, everything they held dear. These people hated her, and rightfully so.

Being a part of the Thalmor had left a bad taste in her mouth ever since she had left Summerset Isle, weeks earlier. Her homeland would always be the Isles, to her - she had secretly rejected the official renaming to Alinor, despite the dangers associated with not towing the party line. The bitterness had only intensified after she had let down a little more than her hair, with Maximus. Now, the feeling had worsened to the point where being a part of the Thalmor was inspiring true self-loathing, in her. When nobody knew how she felt, when the dissent was locked up inside, she could ignore it and go on doing her duty. Now that she had aired it and made it real, however, she couldn’t just bottle it back up. If she wanted to have a new life for herself, she just needed to get through this one last encounter.

When she strode into Understone Keep, she could feel the eyes of the guards drilling into her from all angles. They knew something was off. They remembered the debacle of Maximus’ public shaming, and they just as clearly remembered the team of Thalmor agents responsible. To see Anya returning alone, and with damaged armour on top of that...Anya was tempted to snap at them and exclaim that, yes, the prisoner transfer had obviously gone awry, they could stop burning holes through her with their lazy human eyes, already. Instead of making a scene, she simply let out a subtle sigh. After today, she’d never have to see any of these people, again...So long as everything went according to plan, that is.

She made her way up the long, steep stairway leading to the Mournful Throne, briefly closing her eyes as she slowly took in a deep breath. When she reached the top of the stairway, the first one to spot her was the Redguard Housecarl, who promptly uncrossed her arms from over her chest out of surprise the instant she recognized the Altmer. The Jarl and his Steward, similarly, raised their eyebrows when they noticed her, their hushed conversation swiftly dying off. The Housecarl quickly began to approach Anya, but she couldn’t reach the woman in time before Ondolemar walked out from the keep’s private forge room, not far from the Mournful Throne.

His eyes were instantly drawn to Anya’s tall silhouette in the distance, and when he recognized her, his head briefly leaned back out of confusion. His brow sinking deeper and deeper, he quickly strode towards her, only briefly glancing at the large vertical puncture in her breastplate. As soon as Anya heard his hard, clacking footsteps, she looked over, raising her chin. The instant he had her attention, Ondolemar was demanding “Where’s Selena? What happened?”

Anya opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Ondolemar was tossing the Housecarl a harsh look. Somewhat loudly, he ordered “This is none of your concern, Redguard. See yourself back to your post.” The Housecarl stared at him for a moment, then gave Anya a glance. Her eyes shifted back to Ondolemar for only a moment before she gave a subtle sigh through her nose, turning back for the throne room. Ondolemar looked over at Anya once more as she, in the Altmeris tongue for concealment, summed up the entire situation with a single curt sentence. “We were attacked by Falmer. I’m the only survivor.”

Ondolemar gave a hard blink, mouth beginning to hang open, a crack. After a moment, he repeated “Falmer?” She gave a quick nod. Trying to explain in greater depth, she added “Everything went fine until we neared the mountains by the coast. During the ascent, however-” He cut her off in common Cyrodilic, glancing at the throne room through the corners of his eyes. “This isn’t a conversation to be had openly. I’ll debrief you in private. Come with me.” His boots gave sharp, intimidating taps as he swept past her, making for a nearby passageway in the stone palace. Anya’s expression remained stony. She waited a moment, then turned and followed in his wake...

“...This looks fine. Where’s your makeup? Obviously, I can’t help you with your wardrobe, right now.” Sabrina smiled, holding back a chuckle as she answered “Obviously. That’s alright, though, because...Well, don’t tell Max, but I actually found something to wear, last night. It’s...” She trailed off and started grinning, an excited sparkle filling her eyes. “...It’s really, really, erm...Provocative, and I’m dying to show it off, to him. I haven’t even tried it on, yet, but I’m fairly certain it’ll fit, if only just barely.” Gabriella raised an eyebrow, lazily remarking “I kind of doubt a tight fit will keep Max from liking it.”

Sabrina gave a chuckle. She led Gabriella to the furthest corner of the cave from her reading table, bringing her to the vampire’s little sleeping area. Gabriella was a little surprised to see that Sabrina, contrary to her expectations, did not, in fact, sleep in a coffin. She was sure she had heard somewhere that vampires were fond of sleeping in coffins for some unfathomable reason, but Sabrina, instead, had a rather majestic bed set up, for herself. The bed was easily big enough to comfortably accommodate two people, with a frame made of a dark, chestnut coloured wood, polished to a proud, enduring shine.

The bed had a rather large headboard designed with an intricate labyrinthine carving, while the top of the headboard, itself, had a trio of decorative spires. There were three thick pillows positioned at the head of the bed, their forest green covers matching the bed sheets. Just next to the bed, beside one of Sabrina’s many bookshelves, was a small bedside table, the top of which was occupied by at least a dozen tall, red candles. Some of the candles had already dribbled dried puddles of wax onto the bedside table through previous use, but many of them appeared to be fresh additions, virgins to the slow caress of flame.

Sabrina walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed, a warm little smile on her face as she pulled open her bedside table’s drawer, reaching within. Gabriella took a seat beside her, waiting for a few moments as Sabrina rummaged around for her makeup kit. Eventually, she pulled out a small wooden box, which Gabriella imagined was originally a jewellery case, of some kind. Sabrina’s smile grew noticeably shy as she handed the case to Gabriella. Her face going a little flush, she tried not to make her embarrassment obvious as she said “It’s not much, but I’ve been collecting whatever I can for a while, now...Since before I met Max, in fact. I never put much serious thought into trying to make the most of it until now, however. Before, it was really just to help keep up appearances and blend in.”

Gabriella couldn’t help but smile out of amusement. She was treating her cosmetics as if they were a guilty pleasure, like some little girl sharing a stolen stash with a friend. It was kind of cute in a way, if Gabriella was being honest with herself. She took the case and eased open the lid, slowly letting out a deep exhale through her nose as she looked over the contents. Mumbling aloud, she commented “Two sticks of lipstick, one bottle of nail polish, some different colours of eyeshadow, a mascara brush...What’s this, perfume?...You’re right, it’s no empress’ beauty parlour, but it’s not hopeless. I can work with this.”

Sabrina grinned, letting out an excited little giggle in response. “Wonderful! I suppose you’ll work on me, yourself, and show me how you do it?” Without nearly as much enthusiasm as Sabrina, Gabriella slowly answered “That’s the plan.” Sabrina kept grinning, showing off her fangs as she said “I’ve never done this before. I’ll admit, I’m rather excited to see what you can do.” Gabriella pulled one of the sticks of lipstick out from the case. Although she sounded a little weary, she was obviously holding back a chuckle as she commented “Yeah, I can tell.” Popping the sheath off of the small beauty aid, she lightly said “Keep your mouth open, a little. Just keep your lips apart until I’m done.”

Sabrina did as she was instructed, gazing at the dark elf with half-closed eyes as she brought the delicate applicator over to her mouth. Gently, Gabriella rubbed the brush-like lipstick applier across Sabrina’s plump, inflated lips, trying not to focus on the pearly twin fangs clearly visible between them. Resting her hands over her knees, Sabrina tried her best not to move her lips, asking her question in a faint voice. “So...You met Max before any of us, right?” Gabriella briefly dipped the applicator back in it’s case, then brought it back to Sabrina’s bottom lip. “That’s right,” she answered, a little distracted thanks to the task at hand.

“How did it happen?” Sabrina murmured. One corner of Gabriella’s mouth inched upwards. “I tried to pick his pocket...He caught me, somehow.” Sabrina briefly raised her eyebrows. With a bit of a sigh, Gabriella added “I never really was the luckiest thief around. Sometimes I think it got me into more trouble than it ever paid off. I don’t think I’ll be bothering with thievery from now on, to be honest...I earned more gold as a mercenary with Max in a day than I did in a week as a thief. All in all, less chance of getting my head lopped off, too. Being part of a team’s not so bad, I suppose...Once you get used to it.”

Gabriella switched to Sabrina’s upper lip, absentmindedly commenting “It’s good that you got red lipstick. It matches your eyes, the colours work well together.” Sabrina couldn’t help but grin, prompting Gabriella to suck her teeth. Trying not to smile, she muttered “Keep still, sera. You’re gonna make me mess up.” Sabrina relaxed, but curiously murmured out “What did you call me?” The other woman started carefully rubbing the lipstick to the corners of Sabrina’s mouth. “It’s a Dunmer word. Ask Anya about it the next time you see her, if you really want.”

Sabrina partially rolled her eyes. “I’d rather not. After what she did to Max, I’m in no rush to do anything with her...” In an almost playfully bitter tone, Sabrina added, under her breath, “...Except maybe stick a dagger between her ribs...” Gabriella, again sounding distracted, mumbled “You and me both. She has a debt to pay, that’s for sure.” Putting away the applicator, Gabriella smiled, a little. “Now, close your lips and roll them around, give them a little smack. That helps to keep it evenly distributed. Next, we’ll do your eyeshadow.” As Sabrina followed Gabriella’s instructions, she replaced the lipstick back inside the makeup case, pulling out a rather petite glass jar.

Pulling off the top, she commented “Black...Good. See, your eyes are a warm colour. Black goes with a lot of things, but black and red is a particularly good colour combination. It’ll make your eyes look all the more vivid, and it’ll go with your red lipstick, too. Since your eyes are a warm colour, your eyeshadow should always be a cold colour. A warm colour won’t work with your face. Your lipstick should generally follow the same rule, but red almost always works, regardless. On top of that, since your skin is so pale, the colours of your makeup will be all the more noticeable. That actually makes things easier, for you. Colour coordination will be freer, simpler to control.”

“I see...” Sabrina murmured, closing her eyes as Gabriella readied the second cosmetic. As an afterthought, she added “I’m always worried I’m not applying it right...I don’t have any way of seeing myself, after all.” Gabriella smiled, a little. “That’s normal. Luckily for you, I’m here to do it. If you want to make things quick and easy, though, just dab a little bit of cloth in the eyeshadow and swipe it right across your eyelid. Fussing with it will just make it turn out fidgety. You don’t have to be too careful to get it looking right, and it’s over in just a few seconds. Just make sure not to use too much.” Sabrina gave Gabriella a playful pat on the thigh. “Hey, I never thought of that!...Thanks again for the help, you know. I’m honestly hoping I can impress Max, today.”

Gabriella gave a light chortle. “With my help, I’m sure that won’t be a problem. We might want to do something with your hair, after...And the nail polish, too.” Sabrina grinned with excitement. “Really? Okay, sounds good! The only hair idea I have came from Svetlana...She once suggested I put flowers in my hair, but I never got around to trying it. I wish I could see how I look, when it’s done. I really want to be a better girl, for Max...I think I’m ready to get some help with being more womanly. It’s just...Starting to feel right. I’m comfortable with the new me.” Gabriella arched an eyebrow. “With your body, Sabrina, I think you’ve already gotten all the help you need.” Sabrina’s grin relaxed to a warm smile. “You know what I mean. I’d really like to wow him today, you know? I wanna be...Irresistible.”

Her breathing faintly began to deepen. “I want him to take one look at me, and have just one thing on his mind. I think the dress I came across will help, with that...” Gabriella shrugged with her eyebrows. “Want to turn him on that badly, huh?...Well...Show me this dress of your’s, and I’ll give you my opinion.” Sabrina subtly drifted a hand over to her crotch, trying to conceal the point growing in her panties. Her mind already racing with naughty thoughts, she cooed out “Alright, I’d love to...But, we have to be careful not to let Max see. I want it to be a surprise, heh heh...”

Gabriella and Sabrina largely went undisturbed, throughout the day. Maximus was too distracted with Svetlana and Bunny to interrupt the beautification session, and the two women were generally too busy with their own devices to bother the others. At one point, however, Svetlana went over to bring Gabriella her portion of the lunch she had made, and when she realized what she had been missing out on, she playfully butted in and offered her input. When the reason for the beauty tips came out, the priestess was practically dancing and squealing with excitement. “If you wanted help seducing Max,” she remarked, “why didn’t you just ask me?” Sabrina merely sighed.

A little over two hours after that, the sound of a giggle from Svetlana caused Maximus to wake from a nice, relaxing nap. For a moment, he held out hope that he’d be able to drift back off. Then, he became aware of the insistent tap-tap-tapping of Bunny’s mortar and pestle, and that whole idea was shot to shit. He let out a sigh, brow faintly furrowing before he opened his eyes.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand, he looked over into a nearby corner of the cave, just a few steps from the entrance. Bunny was sitting cross-legged on the floor, distracting herself with grinding an ingredient in the wooden basin, not yet aware of the fact that she had aided in disturbing his sleep. With his feet still up on Sabrina’s reading table, Maximus dropped his hand to his lap, taking in a brief yawn.

“Well, I’m up...Aren’t those three done with whatever it is they’re doing, yet?” Bunny looked over at him, smiling contentedly as she gave a little shake with her head. “Nope. They’ve been hiding on the other side of the cave ever since Lana went over. I thought about going over and seeing what the whispering was all about, but...Then I got distracted with trying a recipe, and...I dunno. I guess I don’t really care, all that much.” Maximus yawned again, muttering “That makes two of us. They woke me up, though. Kind of pisses me-” His ears pricked up when an echoing sound drifted into the chamber through the nearby passageway.

Someone or something was stomping and stumbling down into the cave, clearly in a rush judging by the metallic clangs of armour. Maximus immediately jumped up from Sabrina’s regal chair, silently pulling his steel sword free. Bunny, her eyes widening with anxiety, quietly jumped up from the floor, nearly scattering the contents of her mortar in the process. Grabbing her Glass bow from the floor, she pulled free one of her self-fashioned arrows, notching it on her drawstring as she got into position by a bookshelf. Now, Maximus was annoyed. Whatever the girls were up to, they weren’t here, ready to fight. He couldn’t call for them without ruining the anaemic ambush he and Bunny presented, either. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

When Anya came rushing into the chamber, a breath away from calling his name, Maximus barely resisted the twitch reaction to just run her through. Bunny eased up on her drawstring, slowly lowering her bow. When Anya saw him, she gave a heaving sigh, leaning over and grabbing her knees as she sucked in air. Maximus glanced sidelong at Bunny, barely raising an eyebrow before his eyes shifted back to Anya. Sheathing his sword at his hip, he remarked “Catch your breath, woman. I’m a little surprised to see you back, so soon. Bit of a short visit, don’t you think?”

Anya needed a few moments before she could speak. When she finally stood straight up once more, she pulled her helmet off, making for the reading table. Setting her helmet by one of Sabrina’s tomes, she cut right to the chase, stating “I think things went well. I made my report to Ondolemar, I told him everyone died. Then, I slipped away from the city.” Maximus turned to face her, brow still furrowed. With curiosity in his voice, he urged “Tell me exactly what you said. What all happened?” Anya turned back around, still breathing a little hard.

“I told him essentially what I had planned on telling him. I said that we were attacked by Falmer, not far from Northwatch Keep. I told him that they used paralysis poison on their weapons, captured whoever they didn’t outright kill, and only left me behind because they ran me through and thought I was dead. I survived by drinking a potion in the group supply packs, which I had luckily enough been looking after at the time, and made my way back to Markarth as soon as possible to report. I’m fairly certain he believed me.” “Fairly certain?” Maximus repeated, narrowing his eyes. She nodded.

“He wanted to detain me f...For further questioning. Phew...He was already sending word to Northwatch Keep, as well as the Thalmor embassy for reinforcements. I doubt he didn’t believe my story, it was more than likely merely a security measure, but I didn’t risk it, either way. I came back here as soon as I could.” Maximus shifted his weight to one foot, briefly raising his hands up by his sides. Raising his chin, he asked “So? What do you plan on doing now, then? Still want to disappear?” Anya gave a single nod, blinking a couple times in rapid succession. “As a matter of fact, I do. I see no reason for me to continue accompanying you, either. Not that I don’t enjoy your...Splendid company, but I’ve seen to all of our immediate futures, and-”

Maximus started slowly shaking his head, a big smile splitting his face in two. “Oh, no. I don’t think so, elf. You’re sticking around at least until we move on from this cave. You honestly think I’m just going to let you walk away until we’re in the clear? Now, you know the drill. Ditch the armour, you’re spending the nig-” “Ah-heh-hehm!” Maximus glanced towards the ceiling out of annoyance, snapping “Oblivion take you, I was saying something!”

He, Anya, and Bunny all looked over, watching Svetlana as she stood between the reading table and the fireplace, on the other side of the cave. Maximus starting narrowing his eyes. Why did Svetlana have such a humongous grin on her face? Just what, pray tell, was she so worked up, about? It had better be good, if she was going to interrupt him for it. Otherwise, he’d give her something to really get worked up about, like his third foot across her pretty face.

Svetlana raised an arm above her head, briefly twirling her hand around. Her eyes aglow with excitement, her voice slightly raised, she announced “Introducing...The new, and improved, Sabrina!” The priestess hopped to the side, clearing the way. Maximus heard Sabrina let out an obviously nervous huff of a breath before she stepped out from behind a bookshelf, coming out into the open for everyone to see. For a moment, Maximus simply gave a blank stare, his expression going open out of surprise. Bunny’s eyes went wide, her head recoiling backwards. Anya, meanwhile, simply narrowed an eye, slowly trailing her eyes up and down across Sabrina.

Gabriella stepped out from behind the same bookshelf Sabrina had been hiding behind, a half-smile lurking below bedroom eyes. Sabrina’s eyes slowly shifted from face to face, watching the reactions to her extreme makeover. She gave a short, breathless chuckle, an exhilarated grin immediately spreading across her face. To be getting those looks...Why did this feel so exciting? To say Sabrina was almost unrecognizable would be no understatement.

On a suggestion from Svetlana, Sabrina had done her hair up in long, black ponytails on either side of her head, the shoulder-length manes bobbing and swaying with every little movement she took. Not only was it an attractive hairstyle, Svetlana had assured her, but it would encourage Maximus to slip a hand over her cleared neck and pull her in for a kiss.

Her makeup had been done impeccably, augmenting her almost unnaturally beautiful face to even more absurd degrees. Now, she could have men and women dropping to their knees out of worship just by batting her eyelashes at them. Her thick, plump lips were made all the more sensual by her vivid red lipstick, promising unforgettable kisses...Wherever they may fall.

A heavy application of black eyeshadow had her crimson eyes standing out even more vividly than they already did, giving them the illusion of smoldering against the backdrop of her pale skin. On top of that, some mascara had her eyelashes looking thick and plentiful, giving her an added touch of eroticism any true seductress would’ve nodded approvingly at.

Perhaps most stunning of all was what she was wearing: a tight, low-cut, plunging V-necked dress, with a hem so short it didn’t even meet her knees. The velveteen Nordic dress was a deep, navy blue in colour, with golden trimming and ruffled sleeves so short they only covered Sabrina’s shoulders. The dress had a nicely snug fit to it, showing off her curves like she wasn’t wearing a thing, at all.

The front was clearly never intended to accommodate a bust like her’s, and the twin strips of cloth, which went up and over her shoulders to tie together at the back of her neck, could only cover about half of either head-sized mountain of breast, just barely hiding away her big, pink areolae. One wrong move, and that could easily change...Assuming, of course, that she didn’t give herself a black eye, first.

Thanks to the tight fit squishing her bust up against her, her bosom looked even perkier than it already was, pressing the mouth-watering giants up and together in a big, jiggling mass of eye candy. Her giant, manslaying rump was shown off almost as clearly, in the dress. Not only did her jelly-rippling cheeks together form an ass big enough to swallow a hand, but every movement clearly showed off the shifting sway of her cheeks, thanks to the dress all but slipping up into her valley.

The dress didn’t help to keep her secret quite as well as her usual clothes did. The dress wasn’t so tight over her front that any half-blind schmuck could see she was a woman with a bit extra, but the swaying fabric of the dress did occasionally brush over a mysterious globular bulge, and a perceptive enough person might’ve noticed and experienced a moment of slack-jawed, existential confusion. Her long, sensual legs were still covered with her black stockings, and thanks to the splits going up the sides of the dress all the way to her hips, the thick black bands at the top of her stockings were clearly visible, stretching around her juicy thighs just tightly enough to make some luscious valleys in her flesh.

On top of that, the clips connecting her stockings to her garter belt were visible whenever the dress shifted enough. The fact that they were a little hard to see felt like a tease to Maximus, and made her look all the more like a lusty barmaid ready and eager for a rough roll in the hay. Her nails, long and perfectly manicured, were painted black with nail polish, rather visibly standing out against the rest of her hands. Finally, she wore nothing on her feet, showing off her dainty little feet and toes through the translucent material of her soft stockings. All in all, Sabrina looked like some kind of goddess, come down to Nirn...Or, perhaps, the aspect of some Daedric Prince, ready to be exalted by mortals.

Maximus slowly raised an eyebrow, a smile once more beginning to spread on his face. Only one thought materialized in his mind, at that moment: She was all his. She looked amazing, and she was his sex slave. When he wanted her, she came. Sabrina began to gaze at him, her face slowly simmering to a shade of pink. She grinned at the way he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, trying not to let out an excited chuckle. Just that look, alone, told her that the whole makeover had been worthwhile.

A pair of cherry-sized bumps started rising over her chest, rather visibly pushing through the fabric of her dress. Putting her hands to her hips, shifting her weight to one foot to cock one out, she was trying hard to maintain her composure as she asked “So, how do I look? Do you like it?” Bunny had an innocent look in her eyes as she answered, putting her bow back down on the floor at the same time. “You look amazing, Sabrina...You were always pretty beautiful, but...Wow, you really clean up good, huh?” Sabrina grinned a little more strongly. Letting out a chuckle, she said “I wish. This is Gabby and Lana’s work, really. I’m hoping to take some pointers, though.”

Svetlana raised an eyebrow, a sneaky little smile-frown creeping up on her face. Trying not to snicker, she pursed her lips and quipped through the side of her mouth “Yeah, I bet. You’ll be taking a pointer tonight, don’t you worry.” Sabrina’s face started going red. She momentarily furrowed her brow and glanced at the priestess through the corners of her eyes, but she just couldn’t stop smiling, nonetheless. As Bunny slipped away her withdrawn arrow, Maximus raised a hand, beckoning Sabrina over with a come hither wag of his finger.

Sabrina’s eyes went half-closed, subtly biting at her bottom lip as she followed his command, walking over towards him. He grabbed her the moment she was within arm’s reach, reaching out and firmly taking her by the hips the second he could. Out of surprise, Sabrina breathed in a little gasp, raising her arms between them to touch his chest. A smirk on his face, Maximus reached around her and openly grabbed her by the ass, groping her thick cushions right in front of the others without giving a single damn if they liked it, or not.

Bunny’s eyes were glazing over, pretty quickly. She watched his arms move by her sides, unable to see exactly what he was doing, but knowing full well he was giving her rump a kneading. She glanced longingly at him, her breath growing heavier as she slowly looked back to the other girl getting his attention. If only that could be her...Maximus chuckled to himself, clearly enjoying the feeling of Sabrina’s spongy cheeks, jiggling through her new dress. Judging by the way Sabrina took a little step closer to him and closed the distance entirely, so did she. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled the bottom half of her face against his shoulder, quietly savouring his massage as much as he was.

Maximus tossed a distracted glance Anya’s way, doing a double-take when he noticed she hadn’t even started undressing, yet. “Hey, Anya, I love that you love the show so much, but how ‘bout you do as you’re told, as you were told a couple minutes ago, and strip? Svetlana, help this elf get with the program, she clearly has memory problems.” Svetlana immediately beamed a cheeky smile. “I’d love to, sounds-” Anya gave a snooty “urgh” before she harshly said “Fine. The Nord can keep her hands to herself, I’ll do it myself. I’m not a damned child.” Gabriella raised an eyebrow, sliding in a quick “No, but you can sure act like one, sometimes.”

Anya narrowed her eyes at the Dunmer, openly staring daggers as she started pulling off her breastplate. Maximus chuckled to himself, completely absorbed for the moment with Sabrina’s giant, gelatinous tush. He gave her cheeks a few firm pats, feeling the way she helplessly jiggled and rippled beneath his touch. Ahh...There really was nothing better than a big, round ass. Every time Maximus saw one, he just wanted to give it a smack and see whether the girl took it or jumped. Maximus narrowed an eye, looking back up from over Sabrina’s shoulder. All of a sudden, his fondling ceased. His smirk intensified as he bluntly asked “Hey, Lana. When was the last time we fooled around? Do you remember?”

Svetlana raised her eyebrows, smiling good-naturedly at him. Putting her hands to her hips, she remarked “Several days ago. I don’t count the times when you see nothing but the top of my head.” Maximus snickered, but Anya’s expression was briefly overcome with horror. To hear such a lewd remark made so openly, and with zero civilized shame, had her flustered instantly. Maximus raised an eyebrow, slowly starting to grin as he looked over at Bunny, past the back of Sabrina’s head. “Bunny? When was the last time I fucked you silly, again?” Bunny’s cheeks started to run red, but the question put a bashful smile on her face, nonetheless. “A couple days ago...Before we saw your parents.”

Anya’s face was soured by a big, disapproving frown. Turning her nose up at them all, she glanced towards the ceiling, trying her best not to sigh...And failing, miserably. Maximus’ smirk turned into a little grin. “Hey, Gabby, when-”

“I am not answering that question.”

Maximus’ eyebrows shot up out of amusement. His smirk turned into a huge, wolfish grin as Gabriella crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow right back at him. Trying not to laugh, he remarked “Long enough to start mouthing off again, in other words. That’s all the answer I need.” Gabriella shifted her weight to one foot, narrowing her eyes at him. Maximus gave an evil chuckle, narrowing his eyes right back at her before looking at Sabrina, as best he could. Giving her big, wobbling bubble butt a firm couple of pats with both hands, Maximus asked “And what about you, fang-face? When was the last time I had you pouring like a whore?”

He could almost hear her swallow some excess saliva. In a small, needy voice, she whined “...A few days ago...And before that, a long time ago...I’m dying...” Maximus gave a throaty, rumbling chuckle. Pulling his arms from Sabrina in the blink of an eye, he practically hopped back from her, grinning wickedly. Sabrina looked at him with plain confusion, her arms remaining partly extended towards him, silently begging him to return to her embrace. Brow furrowed, he authoritatively commanded “Well, good news! We’re gonna fix that, right here, right now, for each and every single one of you...But especially me. It’s orgy time, ladies. Start stripping.”

Sabrina’s face opened up with surprise, her arms recoiling back to her chest. Such a proclamation had Anya’s jaw dropping, her eyes widening like saucers. He couldn’t just say something like that, could he? Svetlana started smiling from ear to ear, chortling a little lewdly under her breath. Gabriella’s eyebrows shot up, but only for a moment before she started glowering a little, frowning at him. Bunny was already pulling off her fur bra, squeaking “I was wondering if we’d ever get to do that, again!”

“What?!” Anya blurted out, finally pulling off her breastplate. Almost dropping it out of shock, she twisted right around, giving Bunny the most indignant look she had ever seen in her entire life, even more indignant than her father the first time he had heard she wasn’t interested in swordplay. Rather loudly, Anya demanded “You mean to tell me you’ve actually done that, before? Not only that, but that you want it again?!” Unused to such a confrontational attitude, Bunny immediately looked rather uncomfortable, avoiding Anya’s eyes for a moment.

When she flipped her fur bra over her head, Anya immediately looked away, just barely resisting the urge to raise a hand and shield her eyes. That move seemed to help return Bunny’s strength. Looking up at Anya, she spoke with a surprising amount of pride, remarking “Actually, yeah! You weren’t there for the first one, okay? It was awesome! We had sex all through the night, I never had so much fun in my life! So...So...Unngh!” Bunny stuck her tongue out at Anya, taunting her with an immature sound just before pulling her fur loincloth right down her legs, dropping it to her ankles.

Anya rolled her eyes, turning her back on Bunny. She was simply met with another cringe-worthy display, trying not to groan as Svetlana started pulling off her priestess gown, slipping it up and over her head. Maximus’ smile began to wilt, his eyes shifting over to Anya. His eyes half-closed, he remarked “You know, a hypocrite is one thing, but an obnoxiously proud hypocrite is another matter, entirely.” Anya looked over at him with more of the same indignant, self-righteous anger. “Just what in- Hurh!” She gave a loud, disturbed grunt when her eyes were smacked with the sight of Sabrina undoing the cord fastening at the back of her dress, loosening it enough to slip the top half forwards and off of herself.

Sabrina looked over with the mildest hint of annoyance in her stare, her lips settling in a flat, pursed line. Maximus took a step closer to Anya, his smile swiftly returning. “I love how you act like such a prude when I already know the kind of stuff you get off on.” Anya brought a hand up over her face, blocking Sabrina from view. “What in Auri-El’s name are you blathering on about, human?” Maximus raised his eyebrows up high, smile blowing up into a huge grin as he laughed out “Oh, so, am I just supposed to forget how you shoved me down your throat, when I was tied up? I suppose you get off on making people helpless, huh?”

Anya dropped her hand, giving him a wide-eyed look of pure, unbridled, utterly impotent rage. She nearly stomped her foot, yellow face instantly burning a bright red as she snapped “I have no idea what you’re talking about, fool! How dare you accuse me of such-”

“Alright, that does it. Ladies, keep stripping. I’m gonna see to our friend, here.”

Maximus stepped over, grabbed Anya by the arm, and snatched his supply pack from the table. Anya’s anger was doused with surprise. “Hey, hey, wait! Wait, damn you!” The others watched as Maximus got to work, pulling Anya aside before pulling some rope out of his pack. As Sabrina finished getting her dress off and Gabriella finally began stripping down, Svetlana started grinning, loving how Maximus manhandled the snooty Altmer.

Well, time for another group fuck-fest. At least she’d be sober for this one, Gabriella thought. Slipping off the chest piece of her custom leather armour, Gabriella watched Maximus forcibly strip Anya out of the lower half of her armour, then begin putting his rope to good use, chuckling darkly amidst her protests and struggles. In less than a minute, he was taking a couple steps back from her, slapping his hands together out of satisfaction at a job well done. With a smirk, he commented “There. You like making people helpless, sure, but let’s see if you enjoy having the shoe on the other foot, for once. A taste of your own medicine should do you some good.”

Anya grunted with exertion, struggling against her bonds, looking up at him with a beet-red face. Her forearms had been tied together against the small of her back, and with her ankles not only tied together but also connected to her arm restraints, she was as helpless as a newborn. On top of the bondage, Maximus had added insult to injury by stripping her out of her underwear as well, finally tearing away her last vestige of modesty. Now, all of her golden body could be observed, although she sure didn’t make it easy to see the shame between her thighs. When Maximus began leering at her, Anya snapped like a twig. “Gods damn you, human, untie me this instant! A-And give me back my clothes, too! How dare you do this to me-”

He just chuckled. “Go on, keep talking. It just shows me you still haven’t learned your lesson. Act like a stuck-up twat, I’ll treat you like a stuck-up twat. Ya know, I thought of gagging you, but then I figured...Why not let you run your mouth? It’s not like you can do anything besides waste your breath, and maybe you’ll say something I can laugh at.” Anya glared at him, muttering under her breath as she jerked against her bonds. He merely turned away from her, looking over at the rest of his lady friends. It pleased him to see that the four of them were already in the buff and ready to take instruction, but his smile was short-lived. When his eyes trailed below the row of navels, they widened.

“Good gods, ladies. Number one priority, even higher than food: a razor.”

The only one of them that didn’t look downwards was Gabriella. She just gave a little sigh, eyes falling half-closed - she still remembered, very clearly, Maximus’ reprehensible use of the word “bush.” True enough, everyone had gotten a little unkempt, or at least a little wild compared to how they had been before rescuing Maximus from the Thalmor. Bunny, who was normally as smooth as a babe, had developed a thin crown of nether hair over her mons and down the sides of her lips. Svetlana, who had always been a little unruly down below, had become even more wild, until her slit was almost invisible under the curly blonde pelt she had grown.

Sabrina was perhaps the most smooth of them all, something she was quick to point out. She hadn’t yet taken off her frilly pink panties, but some straight black strands were visible over the top edge of her underwear, happily sticking out. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she pulled them down her legs, letting her big, fat secret come tumbling out. Cum-bloated undercarriage, rather visibly discoloured and together engorged to the size of an apple, hung heavily between her thighs, while her manhood, already swelling to half-mast just from being exposed to the air, drooped down across the front of her backed up orbs.

“But, Max...I’m almost completely smooth. I mean, I’ll shave it if you want, but...It’s not so bad, is it? Not like Lana, over there...” Maximus raised an eyebrow, looking over at Sabrina. Sure enough, it looked like the only nether hair she had really grown was in a soft, downy patch over her mons. Aside from that, she was entirely hairless. Svetlana sucked her teeth, looking over at Sabrina’s exposed groin. Matter-of-factly, she commented “I’ve always let it grow, before. I’ve been doing that ever since we all met, I like looking like a woman, down there. A bit of hair is sexy, I think. I guess it is getting a bit crazy, though...We haven’t had much time to think about stuff like that.”

Bunny smiled a little sheepishly, conceding to Maximus immediately. “I’m sorry, Max...I would’ve taken care of it, myself, but then we had to chase after you, and...Well, it happened.” Looking over at Svetlana, Bunny added “I actually kind of like being smooth...I don’t think it makes me look like less of a woman, and I think it’s sexy to be able to see it easily.” Bunny cocked an eyebrow and glanced downwards, trying not to giggle in the process. Svetlana’s smile grew more playful. “Yeah, well, you’re still not much of a woman yet, Bunny, so that’s not really a problem.”

“H-Hey!” Bunny whined. Anya audibly groaned with disgust, muttering something to herself. Maximus ignored her and looked over at Gabriella, who simply looked back, a surprisingly neutral expression on her face. He gave her a little nod, arching an eyebrow as he briefly glanced southward on her body. Rather simply, he said “Time for another shave, Gabby. We’ve done this song and dance, before. The only hair between your legs should be my beard.” Gabriella’s eyes went half-closed, again. Bunny looked over at him with innocent confusion. The mumble she spoke in only proved her naivety. “But...Max...You don’t have a beard...You don’t even-”

Gabriella cut Bunny off, brow furrowing. “That’s the point, Bunny.” Maximus grinned like a fiend and chuckled. “Damn, quick on that one, Dunmer! Next time, let me drop the punch line. My joke, my laugh.” Gabriella wearily raised an eyebrow. Her voice dripping sarcasm, she remarked “Of course, Max. Please, forgive me. So sorry for stealing your clever little joke.” Bunny’s face went red with embarrassment, quite appreciative of the fact that neither of them had rubbed it in and made her feel any more foolish. Maximus, meanwhile, just started to grin.

Gabriella hadn’t gotten that kind of sadistic grin from him in a little while. She subtly swallowed some excess saliva, her eyes going alert and wary. He quietly chuckled to himself, arching an eyebrow at her insubordination. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks in an instant. Oh, no. She knew what that look meant. If this orgy meant she’d be sleeping on her side for a couple of days, maybe it was actually a bad thing that she was sober. He started pulling off his armour. “Sabrina...Get the lotion. I know you have it around here, somewhere. We’re gonna be using it, today. Maybe a little, maybe a lot...Depending on how badly someone’s attitude requires adjusting.”

Gabriella’s heart started racing, thumping against the prison of her ribs like an overenthusiastic bard about to break his drum. Sabrina, meanwhile, visibly got goose bumps. Being told to fetch the lube by Max? Being told to fetch it for an attitude adjustment? By instinct, her backdoor started clenching out of a very justified sense of fear. When Maximus wanted to adjust attitudes, tailpipes caught abuse like nobody’s business. She almost shuddered out that she had been a good girl, but then she noticed who he was looking at.

Her mouth hung open, a crack, as her man meat started growing into a thick, veiny baton. Her snug cock ring only made her all the more turgid, swelling her tip into a big, flared buzzer. Did he want to put it up someone else’s ass? Her orbs were tingling at just the thought. She so very rarely got to see someone else’s backdoor get a workout...Stepping away from her panties, Sabrina hurried off to do his bidding, returning to the imminent orgy within seconds. Maximus turned to face her as she scurried around the table, coming right up to him. Eyes already glazing, the horny little vampire held up both of her hands, presenting the glass jar of lotion to him. He smirked, taking the jar as he cast Gabriella a glance.

The mounting fear in her eyes only made his smirk bigger. Azura, be merciful. Gabriella had a funny feeling she knew what was coming...And she was powerless to resist it. Sabrina brought her hands together over her stomach, briefly wringing them together as she worked up some courage. Softly, she said his name, earning an eyebrow raise from Maximus as he turned his head back towards her. She was giving him a warm little smile, gazing deep into his eyes. He could almost read the thoughts running behind her own: she wanted to get fucked first, of course. She wanted to make up for all the denial and saving up by cumming until she wept from ecstasy. Here it came, the begging for the dicking, the screaming for the reaming.

“Max...I just wanted you to know that...I did all this for you.” Maximus’ eyebrow dropped back down, the faintest hint of confusion filling his eyes. Sabrina smiled more, at him. “I wanted to show you that I’m happy with the new me...I admitted it to myself a little while ago, and I’m not ashamed of admitting it in front of the others. I wanted to be a better woman, for you. I wanted to look my best, for you...I suppose I wanted to impress you.” She let out an amused little breath, chuckling at herself in hindsight. “You don’t know how happy you really make me. I don’t think undoing my ring’s enchantment really even matters to me, anymore. I...I don’t really know what to say or how to say it, besides...I just don’t want to be apart from you.”

Maximus blinked once or twice, quietly staring at her. Svetlana gave the confession a big, glowing smile, subtly giving Sabrina a thumbs-up behind Maximus’ back. Sabrina’s face flushed with a fresh wave of pink. “...So, could I please go first? I swear, I’ve been a good girl, and I really need a long milking.” Maximus briefly closed his eyes, smiling smugly. He knew it. She had him going for a moment there, but he knew he hadn’t read her wrong. Sabrina reached out and touched his stomach, raising her eyebrows. Immediately taking on a supplicating tone, she begged “Please? Please, Max, look at me...I think it’s safe to say that I’m officially backed up. I’ll do whatever you want, anything!...Especially if it involves kissing!”

He opened his eyes, tilting his head forward, looking up at her with his smile intact. He waited a moment, considering her request. Sabrina nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyes swiftly turning anxious. Finally, his eyes dropped down, going for her crotch. When one of his hands went over and patted the inside of her thigh, she sucked in a trembling gasp. She widened her stance, spacing apart her ankles. She enjoyed these infrequent little appraisals, even if he didn’t end up doing anything, to her. Pre-cum was already oozing out of her, trickling down the underside of her shaft. When his hand came up and cupped her undercarriage, she gave a weak whimper.

The moment Maximus touched Sabrina, Svetlana drifted a hand over to her nether regions, giving one of her idle hands a useful purpose. Her knees shaking, Sabrina gazed at Maximus as his quick inspection started. He made his musings clear, voicing his thoughts aloud. “Hmm...Yeah, you’re pretty clearly backed up, down here. I can practically hear them sloshing. They’re sure tense, just from a little touching...Alright, fang-face. I guess you’ve waited long enough. I’ll reward you with some cock, but don’t go thinking I’m easing up on you because of that mushy speech.” Sabrina’s eyes completely fogged over with lust. Oh, sweet Julianos, it was finally cum time. She could practically feel her prostate swelling up, already!

Her voice went a little husky. “You mean...You’ll milk me? Until I really can’t cum, anymore? We’ll fuck until we pass out, like the last orgy?” Maximus released her neglected orbs, ignoring her jutting manhood, fit to bursting and weeping tears of joy. As he pulled off his scalemail vest and accompanying reinforced loincloth, his smirk grew into a little grin. The authority in his voice was clear. “Oh, rest assured, fang-face. We’ll be giving your ass a serious fucking workout, today. But first...”

He grinned and looked at Gabriella. “...I think I’ll let you use your cock, for once.” Gabriella watched wide-eyed as he handed the jar of lotion back to Sabrina, uttering “Grease your cock, and then do mine. Someone needs a bit of a talking-to. I think it’ll take a while for the lesson to sink in, properly.” Sabrina’s eyes dropped to the lotion jar, then shifted to Gabriella. Drool was almost dribbling down her lip at what Maximus seemed to be suggesting. Svetlana and Bunny both slowly turned to look at the dark elf, raising their eyebrows.

The Dunmer could do nothing but let out a frightened peep.

(Author's Note - Don’t hate me, guysD:. Last orgy had this issue too, where the build-up leading into it ends up taking a whole extra chapter on it’s own^_^”. Lousy Christmas gift, isn’t it? The good news is, I’m probably going to start working on the next chapter immediately, and just roll with the momentum of this chapter instead of doing Dreams and Better Living through Virology chapters. I somehow doubt I’ll get the orgy done in time for New Year’s, because I really want the orgy to turn out well, and I’m just a little bit worried it’s going to turn out not all that great>_<. I really don’t want to rush it, especially since I know a few of you have been looking forward to a new Sabrina scene for a while, nowD:.

Some more good news is, the next sex scene will include Sabrina, too. We’ll get a double dose of vampire loving^_^. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fit the Maximus, Sabrina, and Anya threesome idea in the orgy itself, so I might separate that and just do it as it’s own scene. Oh, before I forget, I did have two questions for you guys to see if there was any interest in these two ideas. A long, long time ago, Forsworn Retribution got a review here at AFF where someone asked if I could put an Orc trap or a Redguard “dancer” in the story. I completely forgot to ask about it, until now^_^”. Anyone interested in someone like that making an appearance in the story? I also had a bit of a kneejerk reaction to something stupid I saw online, and thought about putting Sabrina in chastity for a chapter or two, probably until the next sex scene. I wasn’t serious about it and never really planned on doing it, but I mentioned it to someone and they liked the idea, so I figured there wasn’t any harm in running the idea by the rest of you and trying to get your opinions on it.

Anyway, thanks a lot for reading, I’m sorry the scheduled Sabrina butt-loving didn’t quite get in^_^. I thought about squeezing in the “cock greasing” scene Maximus mentions at the end of the chapter, but if I did that, I might not have made it for this Christmas Eve deadlineD:. Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you all have fun, and if I don’t get a chance to say it later, happy New Year’s, too^_^!)
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