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Blue Mountain Flowers	By : CarolineCandy Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello again. Rape will be included in this chapter, so if you are not comfortable with that, feel free to skip that last part of this chapter. Again, I should apologize for any mistakes I have made while writing this. Reviews and ratings would be much appreciated. Thank you.
Cool water engulfed her, running against her body with a steady current. Lealia held her undergarments beneath the surface, feeling water rush between her fingers. She rubbed the cloth together. It hadn't occurred to her, until this very moment, how much Balgruff had released into her and how aroused she had been. With her best effort, Laelia tried to remove the proof, leaving it to drift off in the river.
Shame dropped onto her, making her limbs feel heavy. Her constant drive, this lust, it couldn't have been normal. Perhaps it was the attention, that look men gave her, or perhaps it was just the way she was crafted in childhood, but for sure, Laelia knew it would interfere with her life. No. This was her life, and she would spiral into self loathing because of it.
But now she had another mission, one the court wizard appointed to her. This time she would travel back to Riverwood, to a place called Bleak Falls Barrow not far from the village. She was to find some sort of tablet that was hidden there and she remembered a task the man from the Riverwood Trader had also asked of her. As she bathed, however, she felt no urgency in the matter. The wizard had little faith she'd return victorious and this proved he was in no hurry at all.
Her finger ran through her tangled hair and down her body, but when they wandered down to her slit, she parted her lips with caution. A stinging sensation lingered there ever since Balgruff penetrated her and she felt nothing like it since her first time. She drew in a breath, fingers moving to clean the mixture of liquids that lingered there. When she finished, she stepped from the water, and slid on her dress. Though her nipples peaked from below the fabric, she balled her undergarments and tucked them away into the satchel that rested at her
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When she arrived at the inn, she found Mikeal waiting by the door for her. Since her time at the castle, her promise escaped her, but upon seeing his lit up face she beckoned for him to follow. There was no longer any desire for a man, though in the morning she knew she would feel differently, but Laelia led him back up to the room regardless. Was it pity? She didn't linger on the thought long enough to decide. He closed the door behind him, trying for clever words, but failing.
Laelia pulled the dress from her body and droplets fell from her hair, sliding down her body. Before he could say anything that would put her off, Laelia moved forward, pulling him close and pressing their lips together. Vigorously, he reacted until their teeth meshed together and his tongue attacked her. His hands grabbed at her, squeezing her breast and she pulled back. Mikeal pressed against her and she felt him throb against her, hard.
"I've been saving it for you all day," he smiled a crooked smile and dropped his trousers. Mikeal was not impressive, but still, Laelia moved over to the bed and spread her legs.
"Now show me what that eager tongue of yours can do. Make me moan and I'll let you cum on my face."
She was dry when his tongue moved up the slit. Up and down, he moved it in long strokes. Still. no arousal. There was suction on her nub and even light nipping, but still she was not wet. It became painfully obvious he was no master. She moved her hips away.
The hunger hit her and though she was not stimulated, Laelia desperately wanted to be. She thought back to the Jarl and Hadvar. The motions ran through her head. She stared off, seeing Hadvar move his fingers in her, feeling Balgruff ram her against the wall. Such a loving touch and such a crazed, lustful thrust. Yet Mikeal had neither of these.
"What's wrong? I am not doing something right?" A sense of panic hit his voice.
Lealia stared hard at him. Something drastic needed to be done. She would never be able to follow through if this moment continued on as it did. "I want you to tie me up. Treat me like a slave. I am less than dirt to you. I want you to use me. All your lust, all your fantasies, throw that at me at once and don't give any regard for how I'm feeling."
Awestruck. Mikeal shook his head. "No. No. I can't possibly... I mean... I can if you want. There's nothing I can't do?"
"Just don't kill me."
She was bound to the bed with leather strips. Still, Mikeal's awkward actions seemed to prove useless in her arousal, but she threw her head back and gave soft, however faux, moans at his touches. Hands fondled her breast, nipples squeezed between fingers, and he pressed them together. He worked the head in between them, though the friction proved unsatisfying.
"There's oil in my satchel," she muttered after his first few thrusts.
Crudely, he spread it on her, focusing solely on her cleavage and her body was slick, he proceeded. His cock slid between her breasts without trouble now. Now his hips moved vigorously, though without pulling out much length at all. A series of shaking moans fell from him and he released onto her chin, semen dripping over her lips and into her mouth.
Before the disappointment could hit her, however, he said he was not done. More oil was drizzled over her crotch and he worked to spread it. With lathered fingers, her inserted it into her and still, Lealia remained uncharacteristically dry. Mikeal's other hand worked on the length of his shaft and without much warning at all, he forced inside of her. He rocked his pelvis with the same sporadic movements.
Lealia's eyes closed and she thought of her experience earlier in the day. She remembered the wall against her back as Balgruff rammed her and the odd lust she felt as he threw her down and left when he was finished. She fantasized of his strength and tensed her muscles. This time when she groaned it was real, but only from the sensation she felt hours before. When she thought back to the orgasm he brought her that left her quivering, she fell into her own. Mikeal seemed prideful of this and so much so, he spewed inside her as she clenched on him. He collapsed by her side.
The bindings did little for the situation, however it did heighten the boy's confidence. As he undid them, Lealia lay still. She told him to leave.
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Bleak Falls Barrow towered before her. Breath curled from her lips and spiraled into the air as snow bit at her ankles. The fur cape did little but warm her shoulders. Eagerly, she entered the ruins. Inside, she saw the glow of a fire, but heard no voiced. Had they left to attend other things? Her question was answered by the slight crunch of footsteps. Whoever camped here was aware of her presence and did not want to welcome her. She too, moved forward cautiously, sword readied at her side.
"You picked a bad time to get lost friend."
Something heavy met her side. Lealia fell to the ground, her sword clattering away from her. She felt a weight on her wound, squishing her spine. She grimaced. Hands gripped her face, pulling it to the side and she caught first sight of her attacker. A grisly bearded man sat on her and a malicious grin spread on his lips, revealing a yellowed, unfinished smile. His armor left his chest bare as coarse hairs sprung from his chest.
"Look what we got here. It's a pretty one."
She heard another approach, their shadows creeping in her vision.
One spoke and Lealia was almost certain he was an Orc. She felt a hand slip beneath her armor. Lealia squirmed, however the movement only worsened the situation, her wound splitting her side.
"Bind her."
She was placed by the fireside, her wrists bound. The orc stood before her, forcing her legs open. His thick gray cock peaking at her entrance. He forced into her and she whimpered through her cloth in her mouth. Mercilessly he worked her, the pain burning through her. She would not scream.
The orc only stopped for the other to mount Lealia on top of him. She felt her cheeks spread and the man could only force himself halfway inside her. Then, she was filled and the two men pumped her. No wound that ever scarred her could amount to what she felt now. Breath caught in her throat and her eyes stung, but she held it.
There was a coldness against her skin and it wasn't until she caught the glint of metal did she realize it was a dagger. The man beneath her dragged it flat against her skin. His breath heaved in her ear and she heard him speak. "Get into this darling, now. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your soft skin."
Rapid breaths. She did not move and there was a sting along her belly, followed by the warmth. The dagger lifted and she saw a crimson droplet fall from the tip. Her hips gyrated. She felt liquid drip down her waist. The more she moved, the more she bled, but she continued.
"That's it. Keep going on like that."
Now there were fingers on her clitoris. They pinched and circled, the sensation sickeningly enjoyable and Lealia moaned. The cloth was pulled from her mouth and someone requested to hear her voice. She moaned louder, but not by choice. Being filled, thrusted, at the same time could drive her insane. Now she bounced more enthusiastically. She wanted them.
But before she would reach the height, they pulled out. There was a whimper of protest.
One spoke, but she didn't care which one. "Look at that. Like a little whore. We can make you cum, but only after we do. If you promise to be good, I'll undo your hands, but you have to put them to good use." Lealia agreed.
The stood before her, Lealia on her knees, and she took the orc into her mouth, tasting her sweetness lingering on him. Her hand gripped the other, working, jerking, faster than slower and then faster again. She switched. The muscles in her groin tightened, feeling the slightest bit of pleasure and a growing want for attention. Juice dripped down her thighs. The wounds now went unnoticed.
All the while, however, her eyes locked on the dagger discarded on the ground. As she bobbed her head, it moved from sight. Would she cum first? It would be unreasonable, but she felt such a desperation she would become a slave to these two men if they would pleasure her, just as she was now.
But the time came when both men grunted. She pulled her head back, but thick loads still covered her face. She dashed forward, her hand finding the dagger and before they could recompose themselves, they fell with throats slit.
Lealia fell to the ground, chest heaving. Still, she felt that desperation. The hilt of the dagger plunged between her legs. Her hand rubbed just above it and before she knew it, a wail echoed off the decaying structure.
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