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Shedding Skin

The Forsworn Retribution
Part VIII - "Legends in the Making"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: April 16, 2015

For a few minutes, Maximus silently walked along, still carrying Gabriella in his arms. The Dunmer, for her part, was just as quiet, relaxing in his embrace. Whether she was enjoying or enduring the unorthodox cuddling, she left her thoughts unvoiced. At some point along the trip back, Maximus slowed to a stop. Gabriella waited a moment, then noticed him change direction, walking off to the side. Before she could ask what he was up to, he spun back around, then unexpectedly began to sit down. Gabby was quick to unhook her legs from around him, sticking them up behind him to ensure he didn’t accidentally sit on her feet.

Max sat down on the convenient tree stump with a little breath inwards, letting it back out in a heavy sigh. He let go of her tush, sliding his hands back to the outsides of her thighs. He watched her glance around, curious not only about their situation, but what he planned to do. A wide stump, left smooth from some craftsman’s foresting effort, had been just off their path back to Sabrina’s den, and was now becoming a makeshift seat for the two. Besides that, the hillside was still and quiet, devoid of life aside from the two partners in mischief. A little frown on her face, she rested her legs back down, letting them hang over the other end of the stump as she readjusted her position over his lap for a more comfortable seat.

With a smile, he abruptly spread his knees, forcing her to drop down between his legs with a bit of a thud. She flinched, then scowled at him, wordlessly getting her retribution by smacking a hand against his chest. He barely chuckled, sliding his hands up her legs until they were sitting over the fronts of her thighs. Raising his chin at her in half a nod, he simply said "Let’s talk, for a minute." Gabriella pulled a face, glancing off to the side with indignation. Groaning, she remarked "Oh, what now? I thought we already had our little "talk." What’s the problem, now?"

"Tell me about Windhelm."

She blinked. He simply gave her a casual, yet intent, look. In a bit of a mumble, she replied "...What are you talking about? What’s there to say, even?" He briefly raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by her reluctance. "You know what I’m talking about. When we first met, I said something about living with two bitter old Nords, and you mentioned Windhelm. Did you grow up, there?" Gabriella lightly narrowed her eyes, then gave him a somewhat cockeyed stare. Openly suspicious, she muttered "Maybe I remember. Why the interest, all of a sudden?" "Humour me." He retorted, his own eyes falling half-shut with a subtle hint of exasperation. Gabby just gave a light sigh through her nose, momentarily turning her face away from him as she considered his words. Was this a request, or a demand?

Oh, well...No real point in being reluctant, she supposed, even if she ended up telling him the true story. If he hadn’t interrupted her, way back when, she would’ve told him, anyway...Perhaps with some half-truths and embellishments, sure, but the general story would’ve been the same, anyway. Eventually, she turned her head back, looking into his eyes. Her brow twitched downwards as she started. "...I’ve been a thief all my life. I don’t know if you know this, but the Nords in Windhelm aren’t exactly friendly with non-Nords, especially if they’re a Mer." Maximus briefly raised his eyebrows, gave a slow nod, and said "I did know that, actually. Ulfric Stormcloak’s the Jarl, there. Makes perfect sense, what with everything going on."

"Well, the Nords in Windhelm were never fans of elves, even before Ulfric started agitating about the White-Gold Concordat. It’s only been the last little while that he’s stirred his people up about the Empire, too." Gabriella explained, her crimson eyes drifting down to his chest. Max raised an eyebrow, smiled a little, and remarked "Would you believe that Hanse and Gertrude had their hearts set on me joining Ulfric’s little movement, a while back?" Her eyes went back up to his, while she arched an eyebrow. He grinned and added "Thank the gods I found an excuse to get out of the house, in time."

"I don’t know. The soldiering life might’ve suited you." She offered, giving a placid shrug. Max smirked. "Gods, no. Are you kidding me? Soldiering is a lot different from mercenary work. Soldiering has rules, regulations, superiors breathing down your neck, and a lot more accountability...Plus, the pay is terrible. As long as I’m a mercenary, I’m my own boss, generally speaking. Besides, if I really wanted to be a soldier, I’d be fighting for the Empire, not Ulfric." Gabriella gave Maximus a genuinely surprised look, her head lightly recoiling backwards as she gave a hard blink.

Wearing her bafflement on her sleeve, she remarked "Really? That’s...Honestly rather surprising. I would’ve thought..." "Would’ve thought, what?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow. She gave another shrug, lightly shaking her head. "...I don’t know. I suppose I thought you’d find more in common with Ulfric’s movement." Maximus’ brow furrowed, a little, in genuine confusion. "Why would you think that?" He asked, sounding just a little offended. She answered his question with one of her own. "Well, why would you fight for the Empire? You told me, ages ago, that your parents were pretty patriotic. Patriotism to the Nords seems to boil down to "No elves allowed," so...I’m a little confused."

Maximus’ expression relaxed, yet his tone was firm with resolve. "Because I don’t hate elves, Gabby, and I don’t hate the Empire for losing to the Aldmeri Dominion. Plus, I can see what people like Ulfric apparently can’t: divide and conquer." Gabriella simply looked at him, repeating "Divide and conquer? What’re you talking about?" He raised his eyebrows, sliding his hands up her thighs to hold her hips. "I mean, the Thalmor barely won the Great War, right? Everything the Aldmeri Dominion has been doing, before and since the Great War, has been to crush the Empire. But, they can’t take on the entire Empire, all at once...It’s simply too big, too powerful. The Altmer are arrogant, but they aren’t stupid. So, the answer is clear...Make the Empire smaller."

Gabriella listened intently as he continued. "It’s symbolic. It doesn’t matter how big or small the Empire is, as long as the Altmer can technically say that they destroyed Tiber Septim’s Empire. The Thalmor are chipping the Empire apart, breaking off pieces that it can handle separately, pieces that won’t support each other like a massive Empire would. Together, we’re strong, but alone, we’re vulnerable. It started with Elsweyr and Valenwood, didn’t it? My history isn’t great, but I’m sure they started in the south. They’ve been working their way north, ever since. Any people, any place, that doesn’t willingly join is stuck in a war. Look at Hammerfell, the Redguards have been dealing with the Dominion for a while, now. Skyrim and the Nords were probably the last, best ally the Empire had - if they’re gone, or at least if they leave the Empire, the only real piece of the Empire left is Cyrodiil, and the Imperials. Alone, that’s a much simpler target."

Maximus fell quiet, and Gabriella had nothing to add. After a few moments of thought, Maximus’ brow furrowed. Unintentionally staring into her eyes, he added "...I see that the Empire isn’t the enemy, and neither are the Stormcloaks, really. The Dominion is. Seeing the Empire as the enemy is exactly what the Thalmor wants. They don’t necessarily need to conquer Skyrim if they can, at the very least, trick the people into abandoning the Empire. Once the Empire is gone, once the symbol has been crushed, they can focus on the smaller issues. The only way the Empire is going to overcome the Dominion is by staying together."

"The Dominion couldn’t wipe out the heart of the Empire in the Great War, so they settled for humiliating us all with the White-Gold Concordat. Now, they’re gathering their strength, and weakening us even more for their second attack. If Ulfric thinks he, and an isolated Skyrim, can beat the Aldmeri Dominion, he’s either insane or delusional with patriotism. Skyrim is strong, the Nords are strong, but when the Dominion’s through, every land and people in Tamriel will be under their banner. Then, they’ll knock on Ulfric’s door. Where will he be, then?"

Gabriella said nothing, her brow furrowing in contemplation as her eyes dropped to his chest. Maximus, realizing he had gone on a bit of a tangent, glanced off to the side. He waited a few moments, then finally commented "...That’s why I’d fight for the Empire. I don’t see things the same way Ulfric seems to." Gabriella slowly looked back up to his eyes, waiting a moment before quietly commenting "...I had no idea you felt so strongly, about it. I never knew you had put so much thought into it." Maximus looked back into her eyes, smiling a little as he joked "Well, when your parents start pressuring you to join some budding army that you don’t even believe in, anyway, when all you want to do is be your own man, you start coming up with a convincing argument to shut them up. Never actually got to put it to them, but...Eh."

Gabriella raised her hands to his chest, lightly stroking across his armour. In a faint voice, she murmured "Well...I’m honestly surprised, but very pleasantly surprised, too...I’m glad you don’t feel the same way as the Nords I grew up with. In Windhelm, the Dunmeri are segregated into this low, filthy alleyway they call the Gray Quarter. The Nords try not to go there, and they’d always prefer us to just stay in there and keep out of sight. Of course, they wouldn’t complain if we just up and left, but...At best, they’d barely tolerate us, and at worst, they’d go looking for trouble, with us...I don’t even know where to begin." "They made life miserable, for you guys." Maximus offered. Gabriella slid her hands up to his shoulders, giving him a little nod in confirmation.

The look in her eyes slowly hardened, as did the tone in her voice. "I hated them. I hated them as much as they hated me, maybe even more. I never did anything to earn the way they treated me, aside from being born in their city and being born a Dunmer. How could that possibly be my fault? It isn’t as if we’re allowed to choose what we come into the world, as. I don’t remember how or when it happened, but eventually, I started pickpocketing them. I was bitter, I guess I figured that the valuables in their pockets was payment for the way they’d treat us. Sometimes, they’d catch me, but I could always deal with it, even if the guards were a little rough. It didn’t take long for my family to catch on to what I was doing, though, and they all started treating me like a pariah, because of it."

She slowly slid her hands down his arms, holding his elbows. Her eyes briefly fell to his chest before rising back to his face. "Once the guards figured out which family was mine, all Oblivion broke loose. The harassment, the beatings, it just kept escalating. They even started harassing other Dunmeri, pressuring everyone to "deal with their own." My family blamed me for all of it, said I was rocking the boat, making unnecessary trouble for dirty money. It got to the point that I wasn’t even welcome home, anymore...So, I saved up my gold, fenced what jewellery and other prizes I had collected, and started travelling. Markarth wasn’t my first destination, but I liked it being all the way on the other side of Skyrim from my family, and that accursed Hold of Ulfric’s. I was there for almost a full year, before we met. Part of me wanted it to be a fresh start, but...I was still bitter. Old habits die hard."

Maximus nodded in understanding. Rather nonchalantly, he remarked "I guess it really bothered you when I’d call you "dagger-ears," huh?" Gabriella didn’t react, right away. Eventually, she gave a weak shrug, her head tilting forwards as she looked down at his stomach. "...I knew you didn’t mean it." She merely mumbled. Maximus arched an eyebrow, smirking a little. Giving her hips a light patting, he retorted "Oh, you did, did you?" She gave a light nod, looking back up to his eyes. His smirk fading, he asked "Must’ve reminded you of home, huh?" She gently shook her head, her eyes relaxing until they were half-closed.

"Not really. I’ve been called nasty things before, but "dagger-ears" was a new one. Besides...Windhelm stopped being my home a long time ago. I don’t think it ever was, really. Now, home is wherever I lay my head at night. Home is wherever I’m welcome." "You’ve got the right idea. I think you’re better off these days, anyway." He commented. She gave a little nod and a shrug to match, but said nothing further. The two fell into a comfortable silence, but before it could linger more than a few moments, Maximus gave her hips another patting, stating "Well, we should get a move on...Lana and Anya are going to start wondering where in Oblivion we ran off to. C’mon."

Gabriella slowly and silently dismounted from her seat over his lap, one hand trailing across his chest as she stood up towards his left. As soon as he was up to his feet, he was ready to walk past her and get going, but he paused once he noticed the intent look she was giving him. Facing her, he merely raised an eyebrow at her, prompting her to speak her mind. Her brow just barely furrowed, her lips set in a cool line, she flatly said "Remember...I don’t want to hear any more crap about people needing to go their separate ways. I’m not going anywhere, and I doubt anyone else is going to be any happier about that stupid idea."

Maximus’ brow sank, a wide smile splitting his face. Taking a step closer to her, he reached up, held her chin, tilted her head back, and remarked "Is that an order?" Gabriella stared into his eyes. He felt her reach up and point a finger against his stomach, her lips barely moving as she mumbled "If you pull that kind of stunt again, I’ll never forgive you. Bad enough you made me cry...Which, you better not tell anyone else about, by the way." "You don’t give me orders." He immediately replied, eyes narrowing. She opened her mouth to continue, but his other hand came up between her thighs, rather firmly cupping a most personal spot through her leather leggings.

She rapidly blinked a couple times, her lips closing shut. Maximus commented "Good girl," giving her groin a few light pats before he leaned in, pulling her into a single kiss. She closed her eyes and reciprocated, dropping her poking finger from his stomach. When he pulled his hand away from her, he simply went up and eased his arm around her waist, holding her as he started walking off. She stayed close by his side, reaching an arm up behind him, lightly holding his far shoulder. It’d take them a little while to reach Sabrina’s den, but little would disturb them, aside from the cool Reach breeze. Svetlana and Anya made the most of their head start on the two, particularly the priestess, once she had made her way back down into Sabrina’s home...

The two of them, stuck in a rather uncomfortable silence, made their way down the cavern corridor together, their minds dwelling over multiple different issues. Svetlana was concerned mainly with Maximus’ peculiar behaviour towards Gabriella, and whether or not he was upset with her over her evident murder. Bunny’s whereabouts, too, drifted through her mind, the priestess far from unconcerned with the petite Breton’s continued absence. For her part, Anya was concerned primarily with how much longer her vampire hostess’ den could serve as an adequate shelter from her old compatriots.

She had already planned out the final few steps in undertaking her new life. All the was needed now was for her to simply enact her design, but some niggling doubt kept her from just up and walking off. Perhaps she was concerned Maximus’ other lady friends might object and detain her. Maybe she just didn’t want to go her separate ways from Max without some form of closure. Whatever the case, she couldn’t find the drive to simply vanish, in spite of the clear danger. She knew well enough that hiding was not a permanent solution - quite the opposite, in fact. The more time that passed, the further the hunt would escalate. Right now, things were still in the larval stage, but as soon as Ondolemar had his reinforcements sent from the embassy, things would very swiftly become untenable within the Reach. She wouldn’t have peace of mind until the final step in her plan had been seen through.

When the two of them reached the end of the corridor and stepped into the den proper, Sabrina wasn’t immediately visible, and all was quiet aside from the crackling of her natural fireplace. For a moment, Svetlana thought to call Sabrina’s name, but the word ended up never leaving her lips. Without a sound, she walked between the rows of Sabrina’s stuffed bookshelves, approaching the crackling blaze in her stone fireplace. Anya, not far behind her, similarly kept her silence, her posture a little rigid with anxiety. When the two stepped past the final pair of bookshelves, their eyes were immediately drawn to the figure in their peripheral vision, lying over Sabrina’s bed. Svetlana’s mouth immediately stretched into a wide, wolfish grin, while Anya’s eyes went as wide as saucers, nostrils flaring as her lips settled into a hard, flat line.

There, lying on her back with her shirt pulled up and her skirt slipped off, was a particular lusty vampire, oblivious to the two as she continued engaging in a bit of personal time. Vigorously pumping her girl-candy with one hand, cradling her oversized undercarriage with the other, her splayed legs gave a cute twitch, unable to help giving the occasional kick or spasm. As she took short strokes towards her swollen tip, mercilessly waxing the spit-lubed end of her rod, she let out a soft moan of ecstasy, tummy trembling with a gasp as she helplessly humped into the air. Eyes closed, face covered in a sheen, mouth hanging open in bliss, her bouncing arm caused her massive bust to sway and shake under the bunch of her shirt, jiggling deliciously in time with her jerking.

Svetlana could quite easily tell that Sabrina had been ruthlessly pleasuring herself for some time, yet judging by the absence of a mess, she hadn’t actually finished herself off, not even once. Just how long had Sabrina been edging, for? The mere question had Svetlana’s cheeks turning pink, and that was no easy feat. What was the vampire thinking about? What fantasies filled her head? Did she want to gag on Maximus’ man-meat? Did she want to tie up and blindfold one of the other girls, then use her like an oversized sex toy? Maybe she wanted Svetlana to show off some Dibellan Arts? Without even thinking, the priestess blurted out "Let it fly, Sabrina!"

The very instant Sabrina heard a voice, she sucked in a gasp, bolting upright until she was sitting over the edge of her bed. Wide-eyed and flustered, her snow-white face turned about as red as it could get, one hand quickly pulling her shirt down while the other hastily grabbed her discarded skirt and panties, pulling the bundle of cloth over her groin. "G-Gods! What in Oblivion are you doing, how long have you been there?!" Sabrina cried, trying not to let her voice quaver while simultaneously attempting to get her panting under control. Anya briefly threw her hands up, a somewhat embarrassed look creeping up on her face. Out of decency, both her’s and Sabrina’s, she turned right around and made for the exit, giving the vampire a chance to compose herself.

Svetlana offered no such pittance. Evidently, she thought she was in for a show. Still grinning, she put her hands to her hips, spacing her feet a little further apart for a wider stance. Unabashedly, she urged "Go on, finish what you started! You look like you were working yourself into a lather, there! Don’t let me stop you, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, you don’t want to get blue balls again, do you? You’re all shiny with sweat, how long have you been cranking your handle, for?" Sabrina raised her eyebrows pleadingly, desperately whining out "Please, just go away! Let me get dressed, at least! I didn’t think anyone would get back before I finished!"

Svetlana noticed the lack of determination in Sabrina’s tone. She sashayed towards Sabrina, hips swinging with every step as she remarked "Oh, don’t be like that...C’mon, I know you wanna finish. Won’t it be better if someone’s watching?" Sabrina immediately shook her head, bangs swaying across her forehead in the process. Svetlana’s eyes subtly narrowed. Stepping straight up in front of Sabrina, she looked down at the top of the vampire’s head, the other woman unable to look up and make eye contact out of shame. Svetlana began rapidly tapping her foot against the cave floor, waiting for Sabrina to tear her eyes away from her knees. Her grin falling to a knowing smile, she loudly whispered "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want to finish."

Sabrina’s eyes flickered upwards, but she couldn’t look into Svetlana’s eyes for longer than a split-second. She knew, just as well as Svetlana did, that that meant defeat. In a stubborn mumble, she said "...You shouldn’t watch...Just, go away...Remember what happened the last time Max caught you pushing me around?...I’ll only finish when I’m alone..." Svetlana gave a little huff of a sigh through her nose. Sabrina slowly looked up to Svetlana’s eyes, barely tilting her head back in the process. Just a little petulantly, she muttered "You don’t want Max to bend you over again, do you? He certainly wasn’t gentle with you, last time...I can still remember the way your voice sounded when you were begging for mercy."

Svetlana felt less threatened and more embarrassed by the reminder. Maybe being so direct wasn’t such a good idea, after all. If Sabrina was willing to tell Maximus anything that happened between them, perhaps some tact would prudent. She needed a moment to compose herself, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a nervous chuckle. When she had recovered, she changed the subject, yet continued pushing, all the same. Bending over a little to bring her face closer to Sabrina’s, the priestess tittered uncomfortably and backpedalled, commenting "Hmm, yeah, heh, well...I didn’t say I was going to touch you, I never said that. I’d just hate to see you put so much work in and get nothing out of it. You know, I’m really curious...Is that how you usually work one out?"

Sabrina blinked, but said nothing. Thinking her confused, Svetlana lightly raised her eyebrows as well as a fist, gently shaking her hand back and forth for clarity. Giving a single little nod, Svetlana asked "You just stroke it, then? That’s it? You don’t do anything else?" The rather unnecessary pantomiming Svetlana was acting out almost made Sabrina curl her lip up, her eyes darting down to the demonstration before shooting back up to the other woman’s eyes. Seeing that Svetlana wasn’t backing off, Sabrina’s tone slowly bubbled with agitation. The sorceress attempted to remain patient in her compromising position, but if she couldn’t be alone to finish herself off, then the least Svetlana could do was turn around and give her a chance to dress herself. "That’s really none of your business, Lana...And I don’t think Max would appreciate you asking me that, either."

Svetlana smiled. Confident in the little loophole she thought she had found, she chuckled and dropped her hand back down to her knee, then replied "Oh, come on. I’m not touching you, you’re not touching me, what’s so wrong about this? Would it make you feel any better if I said that I don’t even want to touch you?" That comment, in particular, visibly surprised Sabrina, her posture turning less rigid as her eyes filled with surprise. She didn’t? That was...Unexpected. Unable to hide the confusion from her voice, Sabrina asked "Then...What do you want, Lana? I’ve already told you, I am not going to give you a show to ogle, if that’s what you’re after. If that’s what you’re pushing for-"

Svetlana shook her head, a big, friendly smile shining on her face. Cutting Sabrina off, she said "No, no, relax. Okay, yes, to be completely honest, I would’ve liked to see you make a mess, but now, I’m thinking there might be a more pressing issue. Listen, I gave you that lotion, you’ve had it all this time...You know, it’d be perfect for playing with your-" "Lana, enough! Just leave me be!" Sabrina snapped, brow furrowing as her annoyance mounted. Her free hand tightened at her bed sheets, squeezing a fistful by her side as she resisted the urge to push Svetlana away.

Svetlana reached out, non-threateningly grabbing Sabrina’s shoulders. Raising her eyebrows, she pleaded "Wait, wait! Listen, I want to help you!" Again, Svetlana defused Sabrina entirely, wiping away her aggression and replacing it with confusion. The Dibellan priestess chuckled breathlessly, tilting her head to the side. "You could be doing so much more, it’s no wonder you think masturbating is boring! It all makes sense, now! You aren’t doing it right, you aren’t really pleasuring yourself, properly!" Sabrina’s face was filled with a fresh wave of blush at Svetlana’s unembarrassed, matter-of-fact declaration. Rather sheepishly, she offered the mildest protest, mumbling out "I-I don’t think it’s boring, I just..."

Svetlana’s eyes fell half-closed, her smile growing even wider. She gave Sabrina’s shoulders a couple light pats, nodded, and rebuked "Yes, you do. I can tell. You hardly ever do it, and I’ve heard the little complaints you’ve made to Max. You just grin and bear it until he pulls out his cock, too." Sabrina’s lips quavered, but she tacitly admitted Svetlana was correct when she offered no objection. Svetlana’s eyes opened back up while her smile evolved into another grin. Excitedly, she brought a hand up to the side of Sabrina’s face, holding her cheek. "Listen, if there’s one thing I ever get to do for you, please, let it be this. This is my duty, for Dibella’s sake, my calling!"

"What in Oblivion are you talking about, Lana?" Sabrina asked, blinking with confusion. Svetlana arched her eyebrows, gave a little shrug, and nonchalantly said "Oh, Shor’s bones, I wanna help you pleasure yourself better, Sabrina! I’m not saying you have to have less sex with anyone, gods no, but it’s healthy to do stuff on your own, you know! Listen, back in the temple, you wouldn’t believe the amount of marital aids and sexual "trainers" we kept in storage. You think that lotion was the only thing the priestesses came up with? Hah!" Svetlana chuckled, gently patting Sabrina’s cheek, watching the way she fidgeted uncomfortably with the bundle over her crotch. Was she making the vampire a little antsy, with all the sex talk?

Svetlana continued with a grin, once it became clear that Sabrina had no protests. "Okay, I’ll tell you what...I’m gonna head back there and put together a little kit, just for you, full of stuff to really make the most out of the time you spend by yourself. Once you have a little bag of tricks to mess around with, you’ll start to love playing with yourself. You’ll never have blue balls, again!" She briefly looked up over Sabrina’s head, lightly shook her head in disbelief, and commented "By Dibella, I can’t believe I never thought of this, earlier. Why didn’t I stop in and take out some tools, before? Gods, it’s so obvious, with all the stuff in there!"

"...W-What kind of stuff?..." Sabrina slowly asked, her defensiveness visibly melting away as her eyes turned a little hungry. Svetlana’s smile turned sultry, while she tilted her head forward to give the vampire a seductive gaze. Almost under her breath, she huskily answered "Oh, well, you know...This and that...Everything you need to make the most of your body, to manipulate every single one of your sensitive spots. Things for men, things for women...You’ll never feel closer with yourself, so familiar with what makes you who you are. You’ll discover spots on and in your body that you didn’t even know you could play with, before. Imagine the hardest orgasm Max could ever give you...I can teach you how to give that to yourself, or at least something close to that, whenever you want. A couple plugs, some clamps, maybe a-"

"You know, I’m beginning to notice that whenever you’re feeling randy, you always make whatever you want to do sound like some kind of epic journey of self-discovery." Sabrina coolly remarked, subtly narrowing an eye. Svetlana grinned, barely containing her excitement as she matter-of-factly retorted "Because it is! Ecstasy is next to godliness, you know! Sex is the window to the soul, haven’t you ever noticed? I mean, before Max came along, did you ever know that you wanted to worship cock?" Sabrina’s eyes immediately avoided Svetlana’s own, her cheeks simmering pink. Stammering, she warbled out "Th-That’s...That’s not an easy question to answer..."

"Of course it isn’t, people rarely just understand those kinds of things about themselves. You discovered it through sex, like most people do. Like I’ve said before, when people make love, the walls come down." Svetlana warmly explained, obviously rather confident in her own reasoning. Swallowing some excess saliva, Svetlana brushed her thumb across Sabrina’s full, puffy lips, watching the vampire’s pouty mouth gently open a crack, in response. Her eyes began to glaze. "In fact..." She could just barely see the white tips of her fangs, near either corner of her mouth. She knew that, if Sabrina was going to take a big step on the road to understanding herself better, something would have to be done about those little nuisances inside her mouth. For Sabrina’s enjoyment, and Max’s safety, those things would have to be sheathed...

Svetlana once again swallowed some saliva, then cleared her throat. Blinking herself out of a daze, she smiled widely, looked back up to Sabrina’s eyes, and cooed "I should get going. There’s something very, very important you need to do...But, I’ll need to make something for you, first. If Max asks where I went, just tell him...Uh...Just tell him I went out to take a bath. Promise me you’re going to finish, once I leave." Sabrina didn’t answer, simply staring up at Svetlana. Svetlana waited a moment, then dropped a hand down to Sabrina’s bundle of a skirt, surprising her by brushing it, and her hand, clear out of the way. In an instant, the vampire’s lingering erection, hard as rock and throbbing in time with her heartbeat, was exposed. Seeing that thick, veiny monster jutting from between her pale, juicy thighs had the priestess’ robe feeling a tad...Stifling.

Sabrina’s eyes widened with outrage, but she made no noise. Svetlana grabbed the vampire’s long, fat pole, grinning to herself. If Sabrina wouldn’t give her word that she’d milk herself, then Svetlana, herself, would make sure the job was done right. Just a little short of breath, on the verge of panting like the lecherous hedonist that she was, Svetlana breathed out "I was thinking a lot of toys for your ass. Some skin lotion to keep your buns soft, a tiny pair of lingerie to slip up between your cheeks, some big plugs you could wear around, keeping you ready for some...Backdoor loving. You never know when someone’s going to want to give you an inspection, right?" At that, Svetlana grinned from ear to ear, trying not to chortle at the way Sabrina’s eyes slowly began to cross. She succeeded, just barely.

Slowly, Svetlana started easing her soft hand up and down Sabrina’s shaft, languidly massaging the vampire’s turgid pussy-pleaser. Trying not to drool at her own fantasy, Svetlana mumbled "And...Maybe...I could make a real dildo, for you...A real toy for your ass, something to make you whimper...I’ll mould it after Max, so you-" Hearing her lover’s name instantly returned her to her senses, snapping Sabrina out of the fog of her lust. She immediately swatted Svetlana’s hand away, protectively pressing her manhood up to her tummy, keeping it out of reach from the grabby priestess. She narrowed an eye and frowned, but before she could say anything, Svetlana stood up straight, throwing up her hands in defeat.

Chortling, she said "Okay, okay, I’ll just trust you to get the job done. Before I go, though...If I were you, I’d put on that sexy dress from last night. Max really liked that thing, I could tell. Wear it around, some time...You’ll make cocks grow, everywhere you go." Sabrina’s face flushed red, one last time. Svetlana grinned to herself. Oh, she had Sabrina excited, now. In fact, she may have just given the vampire another twenty or thirty minutes of edging. Gods, she was going to make a mess once she finally let herself spurt. Feeling thoroughly hot under the collar, herself, she turned around and walked off, leaving Sabrina to tend to her aching, weeping hard-on. For a few moments, one of her hands drifted over her groin, but she kept her own playtime limited lest Anya notice when the two walked by one another. No need to answer nosey questions...

By the time the mouth to Sabrina’s den was coming into view for Maximus and Gabriella, Bunny was scaling the final hill between herself and sanctuary, breathless and quite openly hysterical. At first, neither of them recognized her, thinking Bunny might’ve been some Forsworn interloper they needed to dispose of. When Maximus realized who she was, however, his hand immediately left the grip of his sword. "Is that who I think it is? Why’s she in such a rush?" Gabriella asked, voicing his shared thoughts. She glanced at Maximus, who merely raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

Maximus slipped his arm from around her waist, while she let her hand drop from his shoulder. Watching Bunny race her way over, exhausted and trying her best not to stumble, the two made for the obscure mouth to Sabrina’s den, waiting by it for Bunny to get to them. Maximus expected Bunny to call his name, curiously peering past her side when she kept her silence. Was she being followed? Was she concerned over being heard? Just before Bunny reached them, Maximus spotted something moving in his peripheral vision, soft footsteps coming up the stone passageway of the cave. He glanced over, noticing Anya step into the light, all without any sort of steward to watch over her.

He didn’t even have time to ask her where Svetlana was before Bunny was dropping her bow and crashing right into him, quietly heaving his name as she threw her arms around him. "M...Muh...Max...St...Strai...S-She..." Bunny gasped, sucking in air as her legs quaked beneath her, heat boiling off of her skin. Maximus grabbed her under her arms, supporting her the best he could through the thick layer of sweat soaking her. In seconds, Bunny became dead weight, going completely limp in his arms, still babbling near-incoherently. "What’s gotten in to her?" Anya questioned, raising an eyebrow as she glanced between the Imperial and his Dunmer consort. "That’s what I’m trying to find out," Maximus snapped back, glancing at her through the corners of his eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, Maximus gave Bunny’s shoulders a hard shake, forcing her head to bounce back and forth somewhat comically. When that didn’t rouse any sense in her, indeed, when it only seemed to completely silence her, he quickly pulled one of his hands away from her, supporting her as best he could with only one arm. Lightly, he slapped her across the side of her face with his free hand, instantly jolting energy through her exhausted body. Bunny’s head jerked up with shock, and quite thankfully, she rediscovered her ability to stand on her own two feet, again.

Her eyes sightlessly rolled around, but after a couple hard blinks and a shake of her head, Bunny could make use of them, once more. She looked into his eyes and, with a whine, breathlessly complained "H-Hey, what was...What was that for?" Maximus narrowed an eye, quickly setting her down now that she had found her feet. He ignored her perhaps justified question, despite realizing that he might’ve come across like he had lost his temper. "What’s got you so worked up? What’s the big damn deal?" He questioned, giving her a nod before adding "You’re sweating like you just wrestled with a wolf, you’re pretty grimy." Gabriella and Anya both watched the diminutive Breton with interest, listening to her dramatic response. Bunny, her expression becoming a mask of horror, wasted no time, bluntly exclaiming "My family’s going to attack Markarth! The clan’s gone insane!"

Gabriella’s brow furrowed, her head recoiling backwards with incredulity. Anya, similarly skeptical, lightly narrowed an eye, her lips settling into a firm line. Although he, too, found the claim difficult to swallow, Maximus kept his reaction muted. Staring into Bunny’s eyes, he immediately asked "What’re you talking about? How can you possibly know that?" Bunny desperately grabbed at the chest of his armour, threw a glance over her shoulder, and blurted out "Because Straight found me, again! She wanted to take me back to the clan, b-but when I said no, she tried to kill me! She was using this massive bow, I have no idea how she could even hold the thing, let alone aim with it! I’m not making poison for any of them, I don’t care about going back to the clan! I just-"

"Alright, settle down, take a breath and relax. I’m getting tired, just listening to you pant away. What do you mean, she wanted to take you back?" "Maybe we should step inside." Gabriella quickly offered, briefly gesturing towards the cave mouth. Bunny looked at her, nodding vigorously as her eyes darted back at Maximus. Grabbing one of his hands, she started pulling on his arm, trying to drag him into the cave. Slowly recovering her breath, she exclaimed "Yeah, that’s a good idea, let’s go, I don’t know if she followed me! We need to get out of the open!" Maximus sighed, already exasperated with Bunny’s concern, genuine though it may be. Nevertheless, he allowed her to guide him along, pulling him into the mouth of the cave tunnel.

As Anya stepped back to make room, she innocently remarked "This "Straight" must terrify you. I’ve never seen you get so worked up, over something." Maximus’ brow faintly furrowed as he stepped into the cave mouth, remarking "Wait, Straight...Are we talking about that Forsworn girl I found you talking to, just before Red Eagle?" Bunny gave a solemn nod, noticeably calming down now that she was out of sight. With Gabriella bringing up the rear and stepping in last, there was nobody for a tracker to spot, reducing Bunny’s anxiety a great deal. Maximus’ brow sank deeper, his eyes glinting angrily as he added "I thought I scared that cunt off, for good. Didn’t you say she’d probably leave you alone, after that?"

Bunny spent a few moments getting her breathing under control, wiping the sweat and dirt from her face as best she could with the backs of her wrists. "...Well, it’s been a while since that happened...And, this wasn’t really to have a talk, like last time. I get the feeling that coming to see me wasn’t really her idea. It was probably our parents’ idea, o-or somebody high in the clan." Bunny chirped, giving a weak shrug. Maximus, staring down into Bunny’s eyes, gave a little nod. "Yeah, that’s right, she’s your sister, isn’t she? Didn’t she try to bring you back the last time you saw her, too?" Bunny nodded, her undivided attention on her lover, similarly leaving Anya and Gabriella mere bystanders.

"Alright, so, what’s this about attacking Markarth, then? Has your family suddenly developed a collective death wish?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Bunny gave another shrug, harder, this time. In a tiny mumble, she said "I don’t know...I-I really don’t know. Straight told me that the clan was trying to use everyone’s talents, and that they really needed me, especially, because I can do alchemy. She said the clan has a plan involving poison, but she wouldn’t tell me what they had come up with, exactly." Lightly raising an eyebrow, one corner of her mouth flickered upwards in a little grimace. Absentmindedly, she added "At least Straight told me what it was all about...Freeing Madanach. He’s been locked up in Cidhna Mine ever since my people tried reclaiming Markarth."

"Madanach? I’m not familiar with the name." Anya commented, attempting to inject herself into the conversation. Maximus glanced in her general direction, barely shaking his head as he observed "Don’t know the name, myself. Must be important if he’s got the Forsworn racing to his rescue, though." "Well, the way Straight worded it, I don’t think all of the Forsworn are jumping to go after Markarth, just yet. If they were, my family probably wouldn’t see much need to go after me to make poison, for them." Bunny deduced, raising an eyebrow as she offered the thought. Maximus uncrossed his arms, glancing over his shoulder in case some phantom pursuer was closing in on them.

"What’s so important about this man? Is he a general among the Forsworn, or a spiritual leader?" Anya asked. Bunny gave a halfhearted shrug and a nod. "A bit of both, really. We call him the King in Rags, now...He was the leader of the uprising, and took Markarth, with us." Maximus raised his eyebrows high, his eyes subtly widening as he snapped "He’s the leader of the Forsworn? And he’s inside Markarth?" Bunny nodded, a bit of anxiety working back into her eyes when she noticed the fire growing in his own. "Yeah, you didn’t know? When the Nords took Markarth back, they threw him in the mine instead of killing him. No idea why, but if you ask me, that was a dumb idea. I guess they figured that killing him was too quick, and that working him to death in Cidhna Mine was better. At least then, they could get coin."

Glancing upwards almost dismissively, Bunny added "I think my family, in particular, feels bad about Madanach being locked up. I never really cared, and I don’t think Straight or anyone else around our age felt too bad, either. Angry, maybe, but not guilty. The older people, though, like my parents, probably feel like they’re a little bit responsible." "Why’s that?" Maximus swiftly asked, brow sinking noticeably. Bunny paused, looking up into his eyes. Her mouth hung open, for a moment, as she struggled to find an answer, quite rightly concerned that she might’ve let slip something agitating.

"Um...I, uh..." She slowly mumbled, swallowing some excess saliva. Several lengthy moments passed in a tense silence. She knew what her answer would be, and although she wasn’t exactly sure how he’d react, she knew that, invariably, his response would be negative. Why she hadn’t told him before, she hadn’t the foggiest. It had just felt so obvious, it never seemed important, before now. Perhaps, in some distant corner of her mind, she was aware of the possibility that it could strain her relationship with Max. If there was anything that would push him away, this’d be it. "Well? Out with it." Anya prodded, a hard look crossing her eyes as she watched Bunny.

Maximus shot her a glance, snapping "Stay out of this. Better yet, the two of you, leave us alone. Go down and read some of Sabrina’s books, or something." Gabriella looked sidelong at Anya, giving a subtle, inwards sigh. The front of Anya’s throat briefly tensed as she swallowed some excess saliva. Gabriella was already obediently, albeit slowly, descending into the cave, yet Anya waited a moment before somewhat hopefully asking "Wouldn’t it be better if I stayed? I, er...Ahem..." She cleared her throat, then added "...I have something I wished to speak with you, about. It’s of import. It can’t wait another day."

Maximus stared at her, for a moment, before he gave a harsh sigh. "...Fine, but it better be damn important." Looking back at Bunny, he gave her half a nod, his eyes going hard. When he ordered "Answer the damn question," Bunny gave a shudder and closed her eyes. She needed a couple seconds to will up the courage, but eventually, she mumbled out "...Because my clan was involved in the uprising...The big one, the one that that Stormcloak guy stopped. My parents...Fought the Nords in the city." Maximus gave a hard blink. Bunny opened her eyes, raising her hands to chest-height, barely extending them towards him. Placatingly, she exclaimed "Please, I never brought it up, before, because I thought you already knew!"

Maximus said nothing, his chin slowly rising as he tilted his head back. He took in a deep breath through his nose, letting it back out in a quick sigh. Anya, slowly raising her eyebrows, wisely kept her silence, tilting her head forward as she clasped her hands together over the small of her back. Bunny, eyes beginning to turn dewy, whined "I mean, I-I’m pretty sure every clan took part in it, s-so, you know, it only made sense that...I mean, I didn’t take part in it, I hadn’t even been born, yet! R-Right? I thought you knew, I thought everyone already knew, I thought it was just...Common sense!" Maximus’s eyes drifted up above her head. Bunny waited a couple seconds, then asked "...Are you angry, with me?" His eyes dropped to her’s, but his chin didn’t follow suit.

"Are you ki...? Your family helped rob me of mine, Bunny. What if someone in your clan killed my parents? My father was a guard in Markarth."

Bunny began to shake her head, the dew in her eyes evolving into full tears. Maximus only continued, voice growing louder as he uttered "What if one of your parents killed my mother, then left me for dead? What kind of life could I have had, if your people hadn’t gone insane? What kind of life could you have had, if they had just let it go? How in Oblivion do you think I feel, Bunny? No, I’m not angry. I’m fucking ecstatic." Gabriella quietly stepped back up the cave passageway, having turned back around at the sound of the brewing anger. A look of part confusion and part concern on her face, her mouth hung open, a crack, as her eyes darted back and forth between Max and Bunny.

Glimmers began to run down Bunny’s cheeks. Her face twisting up with emotion, her voice began to tighten as she choked out "No, please...Th-That...I mean...What are the chances?..." Maximus didn’t react, for a moment. Then, he gave a heavy sigh, raised a hand to his face, and rubbed down across his eyes and nose. Sweeping his fingers past his chin, the anger on his face had fully faded by the time his arm dropped back to his side. His other hand, meanwhile, was already busy sticking into his scalemail vest. Rather flatly, he asked "You remember where your family keeps their camp?"

Bunny’s flow of tears began to slow. Giving a jittery nod, she clasped her hands together, bringing them closer to her chest. With a sniffle, she murmured "O-Of course, yeah, I know where it is." "If I gave you a map, would you be able to point out where it is?" He immediately added, pulling out a familiar piece of folded-up parchment from inside his armour. The three women glanced at it, with Bunny giving another vigorous nod. Maximus simply unfolded it, held it up by his side, and prompted Bunny with a sideways nod. Bunny took a step closer to him, rubbing at her eyes with the backs of her wrists. After a few moments of sniffling and drying her tears, she held out a hand, gently poking the parchment.

Maximus’ eyes immediately shot over to where her finger landed, staring at the spot as her hand retreated. "There...High in the mountains, near the edge of Skyrim." Bunny mumbled, taking in one last sniffle as she fully regained control of herself. Anya’s eyes drifted to the map, then back to Maximus. Gabriella, too, watched for his reaction. Maximus quietly gazed at the map, for a few seconds. Eventually, he simply began to fold it back up. Looking over at Bunny, his tone calm yet flat, he said "Good. Go do something, make yourself busy. I need a minute to think. And, Gabby..." Maximus’ eyes drifted past Bunny, piercing into Gabriella’s own. His eyebrows raised. "I won’t tell you a second time."

Gabriella’s throat subtly tensed. Without a word, she turned around, finally descending more than a few steps into the passageway. Maximus watched her go, for a couple moments, before he started slipping his map back into his armour. Looking at Bunny, he reminded her to do the same with a nod of his head, prodding her on. Bunny risked a hug, defying him solely in an attempt to make sure there was still peace between them. When she practically threw herself against him and clutched him tight around the waist, he sighed through his nose, lips briefly drawing into a wide, tight line.

Eyes closed, one cheek pressing so hard against Maximus’ chest that her lips were puckered, Bunny mumbled out "I just didn’t think it was important, before..." Maximus held his breath for a moment, as if he was internally debating whether or not he should say something specific. When he sighed, he simply breathed out "...It’s not important, Bunny. It happened a long time ago." Bunny opened her eyes. Slowly, she let go of him, looking upwards with a hint of confusion in her eyes. A puzzled look crossing her face, she asked "...Does that mean...You mean, you don’t want to go after my family?"

Maximus’ head recoiled backwards as he swallowed a laugh, his mouth abruptly curving into a smile. "Fuck, no. They’re my next target. I have principles, you know. Just get out of here, already." Bunny gave a slow nod, warmly patting his chest with a hand before finally turning around. Maximus watched her descend the stony passageway until she disappeared entirely in the shadows, then finally turned his eyes to the patiently awaiting Anya. The Altmer unfolded her hands from over the small of her back, looking down into Maximus’ eyes. She waited until Bunny’s footsteps had faded enough, her big, orange eyes occasionally drifting to the side as she waited. Finally, she spoke, her tone subdued, quiet.

"I’m surprised that she’s so readily accepting of the notion that you want to murder her family, but...She must certainly have her reasons. In any event...The longer I am here, the more danger I’ll be in, and all the more danger I’ll be putting on the rest of you. It’s in everyone’s best interest if I leave, today...I’ve planned out the last few stages of entering my new life. I need to head for Riften. I know a discreet carriage driver who owes me a favour, he can take me there in a couple day’s time." Maximus exhaled through his nose, once more crossing his arms over his chest. A little exasperated, he remarked "You really think your secret’s going to be safe in Riften? From what I’ve heard, that place is a sinkhole. The Thieves Guild shits on everyone who walks through the city gates."

Anya barely arched an eyebrow, jaw slowly rolling around as she laconically commented "I was kind of hoping for that, to be honest." Maximus gave her an askew look, his arms dropping back to his sides. Anya’s expression relaxed, the woman raising her chin. Her lips parted a crack, she drew in a slow breath, exhaling out "I’ve heard that...Very soon, within a few days, even...Someone vital to my plan will be arriving in Riften. Like myself, she’s a Mer, a Bosmeri, and she has no love for the Thalmor, either. The Thieves Guild will most certainly desire unrestricted access to her services, should the need arise, and will thus most likely offer her asylum in whatever hole they live out of. She, for her part, will most likely accept, since the Thieves Guild could offer protection similar to the Dark Brotherhood, yet...Packaged in with a more respectable organization."

"Alright, I’ll bite...What’s so special about this woman? Is she some kind of...Master sneak, or something? She gonna whisk you out of the country?" Maximus asked, a hint of boredom in his voice, a much more blatant hint written plain across his face. Anya raised her eyebrows, bluntly admitting "No, she’s a flesh sculptor, someone who can carve your face into a new shape." Maximus narrowed his eyes with confusion at the peculiar idea. Anya gave a single nod, her eyes drifting downwards and off to the side. She brought her hands in front of her groin, one gauntleted hand clasping the wrist of the other. Voice going low again, she practically murmured "The safest place for me in all of Tamriel is Skyrim, and the safest place within Skyrim is wherever is most unwelcome of the Aldmeri Dominion. Right now, that’s Windhelm."

Her eyes went back to his, steely with resolve. Without vacillation, she stated "Once I arrive in Riften and undergo this transformation, I’ll gain some small measure of security. I’ll change my face, change my mannerisms, change my home, my history, my entire life...And that will change my future. I’ve already decided on a new name, as well as what my new life story will be like, but it’s for the best that I don’t make you aware of it. When I leave Anya behind, I’ll need to leave everything behind...I can’t have any ties from my old life that could potentially lead back to me, in my new one." Maximus raised an eyebrow. Rather boldly, he remarked "You just told me you were planning on going to Windhelm. You don’t consider that a tie?"

Anya’s head tilted to the side, barely noticeably. With a blink, she replied just as boldly, playfully remarking "Maybe I was lying. Maybe I just wanted to tease you a little, throw you off my trail. Can’t a girl have a little fun? Place as chilly as Windhelm, you need to laugh, every day. The cold will kill you, otherwise!" Maximus’ brow furrowed at the way she had spoken, the young man giving a faint shake with his head as he blinked rapidly. A ghost of a smile crossed Anya’s face. Tilting her head forwards, looking upwards at him, she murmured "...Good. That’s the kind of reaction I was looking for." Maximus lightly narrowed his eyes, looking up at her with a hint of annoyance. His lips barely moving, he muttered out "Don’t ever talk like that, again."

Anya had to fight back a genuine grin. When she got herself under control, she let go of her wrist, letting her arms go back to her sides. Standing up painfully straight once more, she resumed her usual formal demeanor. A bit stiffly, she asked "With all that said...May I take my leave? It’s been...Illuminating, accompanying you like I have, but, well...This is quite obviously an untenable situation, now. For your safety, and mine, we need to go our separate ways. I’m sure you understand." Maximus smiled. Giving a shrug, he uttered "Request denied."

Anya blinked, jumped to blurt something out, but was quick to stop herself. Instead, she lightly cleared her throat, momentarily closed her eyes, and humbly asked "May I ask why?" Maximus simply raised an eyebrow at her, smiling to himself. "I just got through telling Bunny that we have a new job to do, and you really think it’s smart to ask me that? I’m gonna need you, for this." Anya gave another blink with realization, eyes shifting to stare off into the distance. Maximus raised his eyebrows with amusement, his smile growing into a little grin. Giving her a firm pat on the pauldron, he walked past her side, heading down into Sabrina’s den. Anya needed a moment, but eventually, she sighed out the tension coiling around her spine. Turning around, she set off in his wake, following after him...

"Get out of my way!" Straight Arrow bellowed, shoving her way through a group of people, sending four fellow Forsworn sprawling with her brute strength. One hand to her mouth, stained black and crimson with both dried and fresh blood, Straight was quite grateful that the tears of pain had dried from her eyes long before she had reached the camp’s outskirts. Gripping her ebony greatbow in her free hand, footfalls still weighed down by her massive quiver of lance-like arrows, she made her way over to a nearby deerskin tent, spacious enough to house legitimate furniture she had gone through the trouble of capturing and transporting for her own personal use.

Barging in through the lowered privacy flaps making up the doorway, she had to resist the urge to launch her bow across the tent interior and throw it out through the far wall. Instead, she reined in her frustration enough to gently place the weapon on the grassy ground, shucking off her veritable backpack of a quiver beside it. Breathing heavy with agony, she marched over to a nearby desk, the face of which was scarred with narrow grooves and sharp indentations. Yanking open a drawer under the face of the table, she tore out a small wooden case, slamming it down on the desk with her one free hand.

She tried to thumb off the clasp, floundering for several moments before she snapped. With a frustrated cry, she raised her fist, slammed it down on the case, and made the entire desk tremble from the force. She swung her arm to her left, then brought it back around to the right, launching the case off of her desk with a backhand, breaking the skin over her knuckles in the process. The case hit the deerskin covering the tent, then landed down amongst the dirt and grass with a quiet thud. Panting with anger, Straight didn’t even hear when someone stepped into her tent, behind her. When the deep, throaty voice arose, however, she visibly tensed up. "I take it Bunny disagreed. She’s dead, then?"

Straight tried to play it cool - she had no choice, in the face of her elder. She couldn’t push around this man like she could her ordinary compatriots. Hastily getting her breathing under control, she avoided eye contact, stepping off to the side to gather her medicinal herb case. Briefly squatting down, she replied "...Not exactly. We were ambushed by wolves." One of the burly hands hanging by the man’s side clenched into a fist. Spitting out a thick wad of drying blood, Straight stood back up, herb case in hand. Still avoiding eye contact, she walked back over to her desk, setting it down before properly opening it up. Around her multiple shattered teeth, she got out "She smashed me in the face with one of my own arrows. She-"

The man walked across the tent, grabbing her by the shoulder. He yanked her around to face him, then grabbed her by the jaw in a crushing, vise-like grip. Straight immediately yelped, legs quaking and kicking as the man pushed her backwards, leaning her over her desk. Fresh tears filled her eyes as more red began to spill over her bottom lip, goaded on by the man’s clenching fingers. Hissing, the brute remarked "I don’t care what little boo-boos you might’ve gotten. You had a job, you failed. She’s alive. No excuses." The man swung his arm to the side as he let go of her jaw, painfully snapping her head to the left so hard that a drop of blood flew off from her chin.

As Straight recovered and stood up properly against the edge of her desk, the man turned and began walking away. "There’ll be a gathering, over this." He commented, from over his shoulder. Straight subtly glared at her father as he left, boring holes into his back with her hard eyes.

(Author's Note - Hey guys, here’s a new chapter for you all^_^. Not quite sure what to say, other than that we’re officially entering the final stretch of the story, with the team going after one last target. There should be room for one more sex scene, which I think will be a threesome with Maximus, Gabriella, and Anya - I’ve wanted to do that Max/Sabrina/Anya threesome idea for a while now, but since a few people showed some support for Gabriella and asked to see her in a scene, I guess she’ll have to swap places with Sabrina:D. Thanks for all the support, you guys, your comments mean a lot to me, and I’ve been taking your feedback into consideration.

I hope you all enjoy the next chapter, whenever it comes out:).)
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