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Molag's Mistress

The Forsworn Retribution
Part II - "Knaves"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: December 25, 2013

Contrary to her expectations, the Dunmer thief woke up in relative peace and quiet. Slowly taking in a deep, sleepy breath, her eyelids fluttered open as she groggily rolled over. Maximus was gone, and judging by the cool space in the bed beside her, he’d been absent for some time. At first, she stared at the empty bed in surprise, unsure of what to think or feel. Had he abandoned her, then? Written off her debt, given up on getting to have her? What about those bandits they were supposed to kill? Her brow started to sink, and a bit of a pout developed on her face. Well, good! Fine by her! Good riddance! Why would she want him around, anyway? She didn’t! She should probably thank Azura that Maximus had quit while he was ahead, there was simply no way in Oblivion she’d let him near her backside! Glancing upwards, shaking her head bitterly, she muttered aloud.

“Honestly, what kind of person actually wants to do that kind of thing? I doubt even the highest disciples of Sanguine do that. It’s...It’s filthy, a-and crude, and...Unfit even for animals! If Maximus wants that kind of thing, he’s just a brute, a fiend, a beast, a...A...”

She trailed off. Warm flushes were starting to run through her body, originating from an embarrassingly southern region. The Dunmer swallowed some excess saliva, changing her train of thought as she threw the bed sheets from herself. Well, if that was the end of it, then so be it. She could get back to her life, get back to her favourite pastime. She might have to move on to a different Hold, but she didn’t have to stop being a thief. As she pulled on her clothes, she started making grand plans. She had a little bit of gold stashed away, certainly more than enough to buy passage on a carriage to some other part of Skyrim. It’d take her barely five minutes to collect all of her possessions, and once she was outside the city gates, all of the guards who hated her the most would be far behind her. If Maximus tracked her down somewhere, which she didn’t believe he’d really bother doing, then she’d deal with him then and there, at a time when he had nothing to hold over her head. She simply needed to get away from Cidhna Mine.

She had done it, before. Dropping everything and starting over had never been particularly daunting, to the Dunmer. If it was, she wouldn’t have lasted a single week as a thief. She glanced at her ruined bra with disappointment, carelessly chucking it across the room. Maybe she’d head to some place with a clothing store, get herself some new underwear? She pulled her leather armour on, considering the beauty of Solitude. It was wonderful that time of year, with the cool ocean air filling the streets, the flowers in full bloom, and the sounds of the waves quietly rocking in the background. The city had a clothing store run by an Altmer, didn’t it? Perhaps the Altmeri there would give a fellow Mer a decent deal? Anything to save Septims was worth a try. If not, well, every store had to close eventually, and every door could be lockpicked. With that in mind, she stepped out of the inn room, smiling to herself as she quickly walked down the hallway. Goodbye Maximus, hello Solitude!

“Well, it’s about time she woke up. She must’ve tired herself out pretty badly, last night.”

Maximus’ voice very quickly put a halt to the Dunmer’s escape. She nearly stumbled to a stop, her face going blank. She looked over to the bar, her eyes a little wide. Maximus stood nearby, a grin on his face as he leaned against the counter. Svetlana was at his side, leaning against him a little too affectionately, pushing her chest up against his arm in the process. Svetlana had a wide smile on her face as she looked the dark elf up and down, her brow subtly furrowed. The Dunmer’s mouth started to hang open as she stammered and stuttered. She had already forgotten all about Solitude, as well as her plans for a new life. Maximus wasn’t about to let her go, was he? Maximus stood up straight, walking towards the Dunmer woman.

“I...I was just...Uh...”

“Save it.”

The Dunmer looked up into his eyes. Although she couldn’t see anger in them, she felt a little intimidated by his gaze, all the same. Her bottom lip slowly started to pout. Her voice trembling, she softly said “I...I thought we were done. You were gone, I didn’t know what else to-” Maximus cut her off when he reached around her, grabbing a little handful of her soft black hair. A gasp caught in her throat as he leaned her head back, forcing her face up towards him. He closed his eyes, leaned over, and gave her the most passionate kiss of her life, stunning her rigid. She stared at the side of his face, her hands nervously going from her sides to his own, then to his chest, then to his elbows, then back down to his hips. As soon as his tongue met her lips, she opened wide, only dimly realizing that he wasn’t even forcing her.

It didn’t take a genius to realize the cause of that, however. He wasn’t forcing her because she wasn’t even mildly resisting, unbelievably enough. How, why, could she just let him do this? He dug his tongue into her mouth, stirring up a wrestling match with her own, the taste of honey and mead running over her as his saliva mingled with her own. Her head started to go light, and her eyelids fluttered. A tingling wave ran down her spine, made worse by any little bit of responsiveness she showed him with her tongue. Still staring at the side of his face, her eyes started to glaze, fog over. Almost as quickly as he had come, Maximus pulled back, suddenly vacating her moist mouth. Her mouth hung open, for a moment, before she thought to close it. He had a somewhat egotistical look on his face, smirking with an eyebrow cocked.

“No such luck. You’re stuck with me, and we’ve got work to do.”

He slowly released his handful of her hair, but she continued to show him her face, looking into his eyes with an unmistakably dazed air about her. Mumbling, she answered him with a simple, faint “O...Okay.” Svetlana smiled more, beginning to walk over. The Dunmer quickly blinked a few times, trying to get a hold of herself. She had never thought that a kiss could have such an impact on her, but Maximus had certainly opened her eyes. Maybe this represented a change in his tune? Better opened eyes, instead of opened...Other areas. She rather enjoyed her ability to sit comfortably, if Maximus didn’t mind too much. Maximus smiled at her, then simply walked away. Heading for the front entrance of the inn, the Dunmer only then realized that Maximus had a bag of supplies slung over his shoulder. Her eyes darted to Svetlana as the Nord said “So, the elf finally found her tongue, huh? Well, maybe you should lose it, again. We’ve got a bit of a hike ahead of us, and I don’t want to hear a single peep about how Solstheim’s the new Morrowind, or how badly my people have treated your’s.”

The Dunmer stammered for a moment, giving Svetlana a confused look. Svetlana merely shook her head, her brow sinking deeper. The Nord started walking off to the side, following after Maximus. The Dunmer trailed off, utterly bewildered. Did she have prejudices against Nords? Well, of course, but she hadn’t made that known to Svetlana! Perhaps the Nord had a few prejudices, of her own. The Dunmer’s eyes narrowed. She had been perfectly willing to get along with Svetlana, but if she was just like the Nords of Windhelm, well, that changed everything. She might still cooperate with her simply to keep Maximus happy, but she wouldn’t do it with a smile on her face, and she certainly wouldn’t put up with any future guff. The Dunmer quickly walked after Maximus, trailing behind him with her eyes burning into his pet whore of Dibella.

The beginning of the group’s journey was rather uneventful. Svetlana had understated how much of a trip the trio had had ahead of them, as the Dunmer was quick to discover. The bandit camp they were supposed to clear out was so far down towards the southeast, it was more or less right at the border of Falkreath Hold. There was simply no way the group was going to reach their goal by nightfall, the trek was easily going to take the group another day or two of travel. Maximus, apparently, had anticipated that possibility, as he eventually began to collect bowlfuls of Juniper berries from trees alongside their path, dumping them into his supply pack. Inevitably, the sun began to set, turning the sky a bloody red. Maximus told his two lady friends that the group would need to set up a camp, and that it’d need to be far enough away from the roads that random travellers wouldn’t see them and get funny ideas about robbing them. Svetlana and the Dunmer both groaned tiredly, dreading hiking up into the steep hills that the Reach was notorious for. Maximus cut them no slack, ordering them onwards, secretly leering at them as their sweat made their clothes clingy and translucent.

Heading deep into the hills, the trio found a narrow depression nestled between several miniature mountains, each of them deciding that it would make a perfect campsite. As the sun disappeared behind the mountain range, a small fire was made in the camp, giving the trio some light and warmth. They huddled up close to the flames as they ate handfuls of berries and pieces of bread, every now and then dunking their bread hunks into a tiny butter bowl that Maximus had gotten in Markarth. Svetlana suggested dousing the flames before the group fell asleep, so as to prevent anyone from spotting them in the depression. Maximus simply retorted that preventing people from seeing them was the sole reason they had drifted off of the path, and that a fire would ensure falling asleep wasn’t a chilly chore. Svetlana was about to argue when Maximus pulled her close, kissing her rather forcefully. At the same time, he took one of her hands and planted it over his groin, giving her a feel of his endowment. The Dunmer watched with wide eyes, her lips parted a crack. Maximus reached over to Svetlana’s chest, idly groping her through her robe. Svetlana let out a little coo, slowly starting to fondle him, reciprocating his intense kiss. The Dunmer didn’t know what to do, she didn’t even know how she felt. Her eyes fell towards the ground, her face starting to go flush. She really wasn’t good enough for him, was she? How low in the pecking order was she, then?

Before she could get angry or embarrassed over the simple fact that Maximus was affecting her by groping someone else, he and Svetlana abruptly ceased their canoodling. Maximus restated that the fire would stay, and Svetlana, a little breathlessly, simply agreed with him. The Dunmer looked up, spotting them both shift around for their sleeping spots, prompting her to quickly do the same. At least they weren’t sleeping together, in front of her. She still felt rather oddly anxious over their petting, and maybe even a little...Disappointed? Jealous? She scoffed, but her face turned a few shades darker. It had been a rough hike, that was all. Nothing more. She was tired, that’s all. She laid down, got as comfortable as she could, and closed her eyes...

But, sleep never came. She couldn’t get the image of Maximus and Svetlana out of her mind. Right in front of her, they had fooled around, and not for the first time, either! The way he had grabbed her through her robe, the way she had felt him up through his armour, the blush on her face as his tongue explored her mouth, a tongue which had, only just that morning, been exploring the Dunmer’s own mouth, as well. It all stirred something inside her, putting her off-balance. Did she care who he paid attention to? No, of course not, that’d be ridiculous! Was it too much to ask that he didn’t sample the local dish right in front of her, however? Her brow sank, and her stomach knotted. Didn’t she still have favours to pay him? What had happened to her debt? Was this part of his plan, keeping her around just to make her watch him ignite a Nord’s panties? Her stomach started to sink once she realized what she was feeling. To her relief, it wasn’t precisely jealously, but it was something almost as humiliating. She felt ignored, forgotten. Had he...Cast her aside? She sighed irritably. If she couldn’t stop thinking about him, she’d never get any sleep. Why did she even care, anyway? She didn’t, and that was final!

She could barely resist the urge to suck in a gasp as a hand suddenly came down on the side of her throat, very delicately brushing away some of her hair. Was that Maximus? Maybe he wanted one of his favours, after all? She could almost see the look on Svetlana’s face, mouth agape and eyes staring as Maximus had his way with the Dunmer. Would serve her right, being so damn catty for no apparent reason. She could handle having her throat stretched one more time, if it meant knocking Svetlana down a peg or two. The Dunmer started to bitterly smile to herself, imagining the betrayed tears Svetlana would weep. The hand gently stroked across the side of her neck, feeling her silky skin.

Well, this was an oddly subtle approach, for Maximus. She would’ve expected him to simply take what he wanted, not try to seduce her into it. Sourly, she thought that perhaps he was giving her the illusion of choice, that he was waiting with a laugh in case she willingly gave in. She was about to swat the hand away when she noticed something unusual: the hand was quite soft to the touch, silky and dainty. The Dunmer’s brow furrowed. She had never held Maximus’ hand before, and she certainly never intended to, but she imagined that his hands wouldn’t be quite so feminine. The long, carefully groomed nails were another red flag. Svetlana, maybe? What could she possibly want? The Dunmer was barely holding back remarks when the fangs slowly pressed down on her neck. Her eyes snapped open wide, a scream instantly thrown forth from the bottom of her lungs.

“Vaaampiiire!!”

Maximus bolted up into a sitting position, his hand finding the handle of his sword almost instantly. Svetlana took longer to wake, but only by a few moments. The Dunmer struggled wildly, kicking away the mysterious figure behind herself, desperately trying to get away. The vampire briefly hissed like a serpent, viciously grabbing at the Dunmer, trying to yank her closer with it’s undead strength. A high-pitched, rather girly voice squeaked out “I’m gonna bleed you dry, you damnable dark elf!” The Dunmer flailed against the vampire, her right wrist eventually smacking into something quite large, pliable, and if the vampire’s gasp was evidence of anything, rather sensitive to pain. The Dunmer didn’t need many guesses to figure out what her wrist had bounced off of. The vampire released her, almost stumbling back from her. The Dunmer scrambled on all fours, clawing at the dirt as she rushed away.

Maximus pulled free his sword, moving to descend on the kneeling vampire, ready to run her through on his blade. He barely saw the blue light in time to dive out of the way. The vampire threw up an arm towards him, a sudden jet of glacial wind erupting from the palm of her hand, streaming out into the air in a tightly concentrated beam of magicka. The vampire stopped casting the spell as soon as she realized that she had missed, conserving her energy. Svetlana’s expression became one of righteous wrath as she held up a hand, a bright sphere of golden light appearing in her palm. The light was akin to a beacon, casting an intense illumination over the entire campsite, robbing the vampire of the cover of darkness. Neither Maximus nor the Dunmer got to see the vampire, at first. They could only hear Svetlana shout, yelling “You picked the wrong camp, vampire! We’ll not be your next victims! Arkay stands at my side, as does Stendarr! Begone, or I’ll end your wretched existence right here and now!”

The vampire briefly laughed. Knowingly, she said “How ignorant of magicka do you think I am, Nord? Combining a light and healing spell is a very cute move, but not quite enough!” Svetlana tried pushing her bluff, the light lunging towards the vampire, making her recoil away. Svetlana, her confidence noticeably wavering, yelled out “Don’t believe me? Make a move, vampire! I’ll sell your ashes for pocket change!” The vampire had only gotten out a word or two before Maximus jumped to his feet, twisting around his sword. To Svetlana’s great surprise, he struck the vampire over the head with his pommel, rather than decapitating it with the blade. A rather loud crack sounded out with the pommel’s impact. The vampire barely grunted, collapsing into an unconscious heap.

The Dunmer, panting a little, rolled herself over, looking at her attacker. Maximus was kneeling beside the vampire, already examining her as best he could in Svetlana’s light. Svetlana sighed in relief, mumbling out “Thank the gods for that, I really was lying. I wish I had Arkay’s blessing.” Maximus smiled in amusement, glancing at her before nodding her over. He turned the vampire over on to her back, absent-mindedly saying “C’mere, bring the light closer. Let’s take a look at her.” Svetlana nodded, walking around the fire. The Dunmer was quick to get up to her feet, hastily joining the other two. They each raised their eyebrows, the vampire’s appearance surprising them all. The reasons varied mildly between the individuals, but the common theme among them was overwhelming shock over how alluring the vampire was. The Dunmer blinked in a stupor, her lips parting a crack. The vampire was an Imperial like Maximus, from the look of her. The Dunmer wasn’t afraid to admit to herself that she had never expected a human to be able to look so enchanting. Such enrapturing beauty was exclusive to Mer, she had always believed.

Svetlana, too, seemed smitten with the woman’s beauty. Quietly, she breathed out “By the Eight...She’s...She’s gorgeous. Can you imagine having her in the temple?...The popularity she’d bring us!...” Even Maximus sounded a little stunned, but his comments made it easy to tell where his attention had gone. “Look at her rack, she’s got melons as big as your old head priestess! Only difference is, of course, that she’s got a slimmer, trimmer body...Which actually only makes them look bigger, if my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me. What is she, hiding a couple of wood elves in her shirt? By the gods, how does she keep from falling over when she stands up?” The Dunmer found herself tittering at his observations. Svetlana blinked, as if coming out from under a spell. Looking over at Maximus, she quickly reminded the other two about the reality of their situation.

“Well, what’re we waiting for? We have to kill her, right? So, better do it before she wakes up!” Maximus started to smile. He could recognize opportunities when they presented themselves, and this was one such moment. Zenithar rewarded the diligent worker, did He not? Maximus’ sly smile turned into a scheming grin. He shook his head, slowly saying “No...Even better. Lana, get the rope from my pack. I’ve got an idea.” Svetlana and the Dunmer both gave Maximus a peculiar look, concern in their eyes. Maximus winked at them both, repeating his command. Svetlana pursed her lips argumentatively, then walked off to do as he bid. The Dunmer stared sidelong at Maximus, silently praying that he knew what he was doing, trifling with such a creature.

The vampire groaned as she came to, her voice weakly warbling in her throat. Pain was pounding through the side of her head, throbbing mercilessly. She heard a man clear his throat. With an annoying, and likely quite unwarranted, arrogance in his tone, he said “You awake? Good. Sorry ‘bout knocking you out, like that. I, eh...Kinda broke your glasses. I didn’t even realize you were wearing spectacles when I swung for you, so...I guess an apology is in order.” The vampire’s brow furrowed, and she tried leaning forwards. Something was wrapped around her torso, keeping her sitting upright against something sturdy. If her blood was even capable of running cold, she’d have frozen solid, right then and there. Had she been trapped?

Maximus smiled ruefully, somewhat apologetically saying “When I hit you and heard the crack, I thought I had broken open your skull. Suppose I just smashed your spectacles...I really am sorry about that, by the way. I don’t know how much glasses cost, but I imagine they’re expensive...Plus, I suppose you won’t be able to see too well, without them.” The vampire partially opened her eyes, blinking in a daze. She quickly looked around, trying to make out her surroundings. Without her glasses, everything was blurred, without focus. She could see colours and general shapes, but all details bled into each other and turned invisible. A man was kneeling in front of her, and she resisted the urge to squint to make him out. Seeing him didn’t matter. Once she broke free, she’d get him on the ground, sink her teeth into him, and tear out his throat in a glorious fountain of blood. She started to sneer. He wouldn’t be so cocky then, would he?

Maximus tossed the vampire’s broken spectacles into her lap, the thin black frames falling in three different pieces. For what had to have been the twentieth time since he had knocked her out, he looked her up and down, taking in what she looked like. She was an Imperial, like him, but it was hard to tell if she was Colovian or Nibenean. The stubborn, defiant look in her eyes, however, suggested she might’ve been a headstrong Colovian. Largely due to her undead nature and the lack of sunlight that went hand-in-hand with it, her skin was ghostly pale, milky like fresh snow on a Skyrim morning. She was a little shorter than Maximus, somewhere in the middle between five and six feet tall. The vampire was easily the most voluptuous woman that Maximus had ever seen, her figure was almost inhumanly curved. She could’ve walked right out of a lusty bodice-ripper, if more writers in the Empire weren’t so afraid of being disgraced.

Her perky breasts were each easily the same size as her head, ridiculously enough. Maximus had been forced to avoid her chest and wrap his rope above and below her bosom, because he simply wouldn’t have had enough rope to tie her down, otherwise. Her waist was rather lean and narrow, while her hips flared out wide, giving her a waspish, hourglass figure. While tying her up, Maximus had noticed that the vampire’s thick hips and thighs coincided with a scandalously swollen backside, her tush providing far, far more juicy cushion than any reasonable woman needed. With an amused smirk, Maximus had joked to himself that when he had moved the unconscious vampire and dropped her down on her rump, she probably hadn’t felt a thing. Maximus could say with certainty that her body was awe-inspiring, but the vampire had even more going for her than simple curves. Her hair was long and wavy, hanging down to the middle of her back in a long, cascading wave of lustrous raven locks. Her visage was perfectly formed, soft and feminine in the extreme. Svetlana had been right about one thing: if the vampire wasn’t something of an abomination, Dibella probably would’ve embraced the woman with open arms.

The irises of her eyes were a bloody shade, but unlike a Dunmer’s crimson, the vampire’s were more orange than rosy. Her puffy lips, on the other hand, were sanguine with lipstick. Her lips were a little more inflated than Maximus was used to seeing, but that only made him ache to see what she could do with them. He might’ve even forced her into a kiss, already, if he wasn’t so sure she’d just use the opportunity to bite into him. She was wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt, made of silk and patterned with dark floral designs. The shirt was too thin to conserve heat, but Maximus supposed that being undead eliminated one’s concerns about Skyrim’s cold weather. Black leather pants went with the shirt, along with a pair of black, high-heeled boots.

Maximus was almost made speechless by the woman, but he, like the several times before, managed to collect himself before he became visibly moved. Flatly, he said “I’m not sure how much you can see, right now, so allow me to enlighten you to your current situation. It is currently seven hours to sunrise. You’ve been very securely tied to a tree in the middle of nowhere, and if you don’t find some cover before the sun comes up, you’ll be getting a tan that’d make a Redguard look pasty. Is that clear?” The vampire’s brow sank deep. She started to partially curl up her lip at him, perhaps unintentionally warning him with a glimpse of her fangs. Quietly, she muttered out “Perfectly.” Maximus raised an eyebrow, smiling a little more. Playfully, he asked “You make me think of Nocturnal. I’d say Azura, but you dress too darkly for that. How’s it feel to be the most beautiful vampire in Tamriel?” The vampire continued to glare at him, pursing her lips before saying “Next question.” Maximus grinned, holding back a chuckle as he asked “Sure. Do vampires get back pain?” The vampire slowly started to sulk, looking off to the side. Bitterly, she mumbled “...I manage.” Maximus’ eyes lit up with inner laughter. Before he could get out another word, the vampire snapped at him.

“Look, didn’t anyone ever tell you that it was unwise to tease a vampire? You wouldn’t have tied me up and waited for me to wake up if you didn’t want something, so stop playing games and just spit it out, already!” Maximus grinned to himself, arching an eyebrow. The Dunmer slowly approached the two, firmly saying “She’s not going to help us, Maximus. We’d be better off killing her, right here and now.” Maximus glanced over his shoulder, coolly saying “I’ll be the judge of that. And if I’m going to kill her, I’m gonna let Arkay do it with the sunrise.” The vampire’s eyes went confused. She furrowed her brow, yet she started to laugh. Loudly, she said “Help you? With what? Have you people been sipping Skooma? What in Oblivion makes you think I’d help you with anything?” Maximus looked back to the vampire, his grin intact. Coldly, he said “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna stand here and watch you burn, and I’m gonna laugh as you get judged by the Divines. I hear eternal damnation’s all the rage, these days.” The vampire’s jaw tightened up.

“I don’t believe you. If you’re desperate enough for a vampire’s help, you must be in quite some trouble, trouble that won’t go away easily. You need me alive and happy.”

“Nice try, but no, we don’t. We’re sellswords. We were hired by the Jarl of Markarth to deal with a small camp of bandits, near Falkreath. We don’t know how many there are, but there can’t be more than a dozen, at the most. If you’re good with magicka and can cast Destruction spells, then we could use you. If not, or if you’re going to be catty with me, I’ll leave you here to burn. What’s it gonna be?”

The vampire started to smile with amusement. Letting out a chortle, she said “I think you couldn’t get any luckier, then. I’m a master of almost every School. If you’re willing to jump through a few hoops, as well as offer me your trust, I’d be glad to help.” Svetlana marched over from Maximus’ other side, arms crossed over her chest as she angrily said “You’re in no position to be demanding conditions, freak!” The vampire half-grinned, her eyes locked on Maximus. The Imperial simply smiled, saying “A woman after my own heart. Fine, what’re your conditions?” The vampire grinned from ear to ear, obviously pleased that one of her captors was willing to bargain.

“Well, if I’m going to be with you, we’ll only be able to travel by night, and the attack will have to be by night, too. When we attack the bandits, I reserve the right to drain them like cattle, and I don’t want anyone getting sanctimonious with me when I do. Before that, though, you’re gonna release me without any complaints, and then when I leave, you’re gonna have to wait here and trust me to come back. I’ll just be collecting some of my things for the trip, like a new set of spectacles to replace the pair you broke. I’m gonna need them if we’ll be moving far out of the area. Lastly, if anyone’s going to have to sleep, I don’t want anyone staying up just to watch me. Paranoia’s the most annoying, insulting thing in the world. You’ll have to trust me not to bite you like the meat that you are.”

Svetlana and the Dunmer both glanced at each other, outrage in their eyes. Maximus, on the other hand, played it cool. Perhaps it was because of his Imperial heritage, but striking up a deal was second nature, to him. The nuances of trading weren’t lost on him. The vampire had demands, but he could make a few of his own. After all, he knew he had the upper hand. The bandit camp could wait a few more days, while the vampire could not. Casually, he said “Fine, fine, and fine. You don’t get a share of the bounty, however, and you don’t get to loot any of the bandits. When I let you go, you don’t try anything funny, and when our business is concluded, you go on your way without doing anything cute. Plus, you need to give me some way to contact you whenever I want. I might need your help again in the future, if you prove useful. It’d give you a chance to feed on people without being hunted for assault. I’m sure you’d love that.” The vampire grinned and laughed, showing off her lengthy fangs. She stared at Maximus, for a few moments, before blurting out “Deal! Now, if you please, untie me.”

Maximus had gotten his pet elf’s attention with a snap of his fingers, ordering her to watch the vampire with her daggers as he untied her. The vampire didn’t try to attack any of them once she was untied, but she seemed to revel in how tense they all were. Maximus watched her hips swing as she walked off into the distance, hiking up the side of a mountain and disappearing over the top. Svetlana asked him if he really intended to just let the unnamed vampire go. Maximus shook his head with a smile. He ordered the two of them to wait by the fire, then set off after the dark seductress. He climbed the mountain just in time to spot the vampire disappear over another, and he was quick to give chase. As he passed the second summit, he peered around, not immediately spotting the vampire’s silhouette. After a few seconds of scanning the area, he finally spotted her, catching sight of her just before she slipped into a cave. Maximus smiled to himself. The cave must’ve been something of a home, to her. No wonder she had tried to make a meal of him and his lady friends, they had more or less camped in the vampire’s backyard.

He was no Thieves Guild mastermind, but he did his best, sneaking into the vampire’s cave. One of his hands never left the grip of his sword, and the other constantly felt across the cave floor in front of him, preventing him from accidentally stepping into tripwires or clattering pebbles. The trip through the cave was a short one, involving less than a handful of turns and descents. The air quickly became thick and heavy, warming up as he neared some kind of fire. As Maximus stealthily approached a lit-up corner in the cave, he suddenly heard the vampire exhale loudly, sighing huskily. He froze, his blood running cold. Had she heard him? He heard her sigh again, and a faint sound momentarily rose up. His eyes narrowed in curiosity. Had that been clapping he heard? The sound had been awfully faint and brief, for that. Some sort of rigorous movement, at the very least. The vampire quietly groaned, mumbling out “Oh, yeah...” Maximus slowly started to grin. What was this, then? What could the little vampire be up to? Was fang-face being a dirty little trollop, all by her lonesome? This, Maximus had to see. Maybe she’d be a little less haughty with him if he caught her scratching a most personal itch? That’d be nice, he couldn’t say he very much appreciated the lip she had been giving him, in front of the others. Quickly, he snuck down the corridor, rounding the bend in the passageway. His eyes went wide at what he saw, his jaw dropping in unuttered laughter.

The final chamber in the cave wasn’t particularly large. Almost all of the space in the area appeared to be taken up by bookcase upon bookcase, aside from directly across the entrance. There, a large fire sat under a narrow channel in the ceiling, letting the smoke flow to the surface. In the center of the room, a circular wooden table sat, draped over with a large velvet cloth. A single black candle was lit in the center of the table, and surrounding it, there were several stacks of rather thick tomes. Of particular interest to Maximus, however, was the solitary occupant of the room, seated at the table in a regally carved wooden chair. With her left side facing him, the vampire obviously had no idea that he was in her cave, let alone watching her. It bruised Maximus’ ego to realize that it probably hadn’t been his sneaking skills that had gotten him into the cave, but the simple fact that the vampire was deeply preoccupied with...A most engrossing act.

The vampire was rather absorbed with an extremity that Maximus believed had no earthly business on a woman’s body, and to make matters worse, it wasn’t a petite accessory, either. The vampire was exceptionally feminine everywhere else, a woman to put all other women to shame, but the one area she was manly was deeply masculine, almost putting Maximus, himself, to shame. He couldn’t see the whole thing from his position, but he could see her fist pumping rigorously in her lap, stroking a quite long, rather thick, and very veiny manhood. Her bosom trembled and shook not only from her shaking arm, but from her deep, ecstasy-wracked breathing. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open wide in self-induced delight, exposing her dangerous fangs. Right before Maximus’ eyes, the vampire pulled up her shirt, suddenly yanking it up and over her breasts. He started to grin wickedly. The vampire’s massive mammaries were each topped off with rather large areolae, light pink and surrounding a pair of inch-long nipples that looked hard enough to put someone’s eye out. The vampire mindlessly grabbed one of her breasts, occupying her free hand. Maximus couldn’t watch the vampire’s pale chest jiggle and sway for very long before his undergarments began to get uncomfortably tight.

Not only did Maximus have a weapon against her, but he had the will to use it. She had told the others that she’d just be collecting some items for the trip, not head back to her cave and rub one out. That lie, combined with what she had been lying to cover up, nettled Maximus rather deeply, to say the least. Oh, he could see it, now! If he went to Markarth and spread word of the vampire’s home, a vampire whose very body flew in the face of both Mara and Dibella, he might light such a fire under the townspeoples’ collective posterior that they rose up in a miniature crusade. He grinned, idly fondling his free hand across the sizeable bulge under his fauld, spending a few more moments enjoying the sight of the vampire enjoying herself. The very moment her breathing started picking up, the instant her face started getting a little too flush, he made his move. Rising to his feet, he quickly strode into the chamber, loudly saying “Well, I certainly didn’t expect to find you diddling yourself, when I walked in here! My, that’s a rather large clit you’ve got there, isn’t it?” The vampire gasped loudly, looking over at him with wide, panicked eyes. She jumped up to her feet, her hands shooting downwards. Her pants were dropped around her ankles, but her lacy black panties were still looped around her knees. Maximus’ eyes started fogging over with lust as he watched her move, bountiful bosom exposed, mammoth bubble butt sticking out behind her, lewdly protruding manhood bobbing and swaying between her lowered forearms, she woke up a deep lust inside him that he wasn’t sure if he had ever felt, before. Right then and there, Maximus knew one thing, and one thing only: whether she liked it or not, he was going to have her.

The vampire’s face was probably as red as it could get, her hands scrambling as she hastily pulled her panties up. “O-Oh gods, wait, I can explain! This isn’t what it looks like! Don’t look at me!” The vampire, panting with panic, managed to get her panties up over her groin, but there was simply no hiding such a turgid monster. She whined loudly in frustration as she tried forcing her panties up, nearly ripping them as they remained stuck behind her, too bunched up to slide up over her immense cheeks. Maximus hastily undid his fauld as he walked over behind her, savagely raising a foot and kicking aside her chair, loudly knocking it over. Angrily, he said “You told us you were just gonna get some things, not drop your pants and pull your cock! If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when someone wastes my time!” The vampire kept trying to pull her panties up, her backside remaining dangerously exposed to Maximus. Getting completely behind her, he undid and threw aside his fauld, yanking down his undergarments in one swift move.

The vampire gasped when he gave her a hard push to the back, making her release her panties so she could catch herself. Her hands planting into the table, she fell over it, panting hard in desperation. Her long, girthy rod was barely covered by her panties, her swollen tip and perhaps a third of her shaft hidden under soft black fabric. Her breasts bulged out on either side of her chest, pressed hard into the table beneath her. She tried to rise, but Maximus quickly put a hand on the small of her back, forcing her back down. The vampire snuffled, hastily saying “W-Wait! I’m really a man! Don’t you care? Stop it!” Maximus just grinned, intentionally prodding his steel-hard rod against her ample cheeks a few times as he said “Oh, really? Sure don’t look like one, to me!” The vampire whined loudly, urgently saying “You don’t understand! Please, don’t stick it in! Don’t put it up there, that’s not what I like! Let me go!” Maximus grabbed her cheeks, sinking his fingers into her bouncy, juicy rump. He forcefully spread her apart, widely showing off her wildly clenched rosebud. Her orbs hung just below, and like much of the rest of her, her orbs were oversized and inflated.

Her undercarriage heavily outclassed Maximus’ own, her orbs together likely nearing the size of a grapefruit, requiring a whole hand just to cradle. Maximus unceremoniously began to mount her, rudely poking his tip between her spread cheeks, finding her very poorly defended pucker with his throbbing tip. The vampire clawed at the table like a trapped animal, holding on for dear life, apparently already resigned to the incoming sodomy. Maximus roughly pushed his hips forwards, starting to batter her backdoor with his angry houseguest, forcing her to open up and let him make himself at home. Dilating her tight little sphincter as he started forcing his way in, she cried out and whined, moaning and sobbing as he fed her dry inch after inch. Maximus gave her a rough spank over one of her cheeks, causing her to tighten up around him. Grinning viciously, Maximus loudly said “Ready to get fucked, fang-face? Ready to get a huge dick up your fat ass?!”

The vampire wailed out “Noooo! Don’t, hnng, don’t do it! Pull it out!” She fell off into a constant vocalization that flipped between a groan of agony, and a moan of deep, repressed ecstasy. Maximus roughly thrust his hips forwards, cramming more of himself inside the vampire’s back passage, feeling her constrict like a vise around him. As her backdoor was increasingly violated by the Imperial’s longsword, the front of her panties quickly started going damp, a wet spot growing outwards from around the tip of her bulge. She was lightly sobbing by the time he hilted her, a few off-white droplets beginning to seep through her panties. Maximus shuddered in delight, feeling her colossal rump push up against his loins. The vampire panted out “Gods, you’re burning me! Your cock’s on fire!”

Maximus grinned, giving her a few gentle humps, moving just firmly enough to make her cheeks ripple. Teasingly, he said “I’m not too hot, you’re too cold. If you didn’t tighten up like a greedy little slut every time I jolted you, I’d probably go soft from the chill. What’s your name, anyway, fang-face?” The vampire, grabbing either side of the table for support, whimpered out “S...Severius...Please, stop! This body’s not real, I really am a man!” Maximus chuckled darkly. Ominously, he said “Not anymore, you aren’t.” The vampire tried looking back at him, mewling out “W-What do you mean?” Maximus gave her a rough spank over her right cheek, loudly saying “I’m gonna call you...Mm...Millona!” The vampire sucked her teeth in outrage.

“That’s the ugliest name I’ve ever heard!”

“Fine. Jewel?”

“That’s a whore’s name, you idiot!”

“You make it sound like that disqualifies it. Alright then, how about...Um...Sasha?”

“What kind of name is that?!”

Maximus’ patience wore thin. He reached over, grabbed some of her hair, and made her gasp as he pulled her head back. Leaning over her, he muttered out “Alright, listen, fang-face. Your name is now Sabrina. Sabrina the Butt-slut has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?” She didn’t respond, right away. Instead, her rump started clenching down, eagerly clamping down on him in milking waves. Maximus chuckled darkly, glad that her body was more honest than her words. Sabrina wailed, suddenly crying out and belying her deepest, tightest feelings. “I am not a butt-slut!” Maximus slowly started rocking his hips, grinding his hilted rod around inside her. She groaned loudly, her lovely lips pouting. Quietly, Maximus firmly said “You are, and I’ll fuck you up the ass every day of my life to prove it, if I have to. You’re my anal-loving fang-face, got it? If you were a man before, you’re certainly not one, anymore. With a slutty body like this, and a cock up your ass? You’re a bitch...My bitch. My big-dicked, giant-titted, cock-slurping Anal Queen. Say it.”

Sabrina blubbered, her face burning red as she vigorously shook her head. A long, slimy rope of pre-cum started running from the front of her panties, seeping down towards the floor. Maximus finally started pumping, pulling his hips back a few inches, feeling her ring clench down hard on his dry shaft. She groaned as he pulled out, and whimpered loudly when he pushed back in. Her hands tightened on the edges of the table, sweat beginning to dot her forehead. Maximus grinned as he got into a rhythm, thrusting into her harder and harder until she let out a loud, undignified moan. His eyes widening with a rush of power, he gleefully said “Just admit it! Admit you love taking it up the ass! If you start being honest with me, we might even do this every night, from now on!” Sabrina defiantly shook her head, letting out a little sob. Maximus let go of her hair, threateningly putting both hands back on her hips. Arrogantly, he said “Alright, fine. You’ll admit it, before the end. We’ll just keep going until you admit you like it. I wonder how long you’ll last before you’re blowing massive whore loads, all over the floor? Get ready, slut! I’m about to make you a woman!” Sabrina whimpered, biting on her bottom lip hard enough that her own fangs shallowly punctured her.

“...Where in Mara’s name is he, already? He’s been gone for...Gods, feels like an hour, at least!” Svetlana paced back and forth by the fire, the Dunmer quietly sitting on the other side of the flames. Reassuringly, yet with a certain lack of concern in her tone, she said “Relax, it hasn’t been that long. I’m sure he’s got a perfectly good reason.” Svetlana looked at the Dunmer with widening eyes, worriedly saying “Yeah, sure, a good reason...Like, uh, I dunno, being torn apart by a vampire?! We never should’ve let him go off alone, damn it!” The Dunmer thief sighed inwardly. Svetlana shook her head impatiently, muttering out “If he’s not back in ten minutes, I’m going after him, I swear it. Somehow, I’ll find out what happened.” The Dunmer gave Svetlana a look, blurting out that the Nord was being hasty. Svetlana ignored her, her pace quickening with worry.

“...Aw, gods, why’d you have to stick the whole thing in me? I can’t feel my legs! Pull it out, at least a little!” “Not a chance. With the way you’re squeezing me, I can tell you love it, slut. If not, you’re sure as Oblivion gonna get used to it.” Sabrina whimpered quietly, thin trickles of tears running down from the corners of her eyes. Maximus grinned, only thrusting an inch or two at a time, wanting to ensure that Sabrina became well acquainted with the sensation of a filled colon. Without lubrication, the progress was rough by necessity, but Maximus was pleased as punch to note that Sabrina was adjusting rather adeptly. Speaking up over the crackling of her fire and the claps of her heavily humped prodigious posterior, he pleasantly said “Ohh, I needed this...Didn’t have any fun at all, today. Work before pleasure, as they say. You’ll really be a help, with those bandits...You are gonna help us, right? Don’t, mmf, don’t disappoint me, now.” Sabrina groaned, her legs quivering, the lengthy bulge in her panties bouncing and swaying with every grind up her massive, creamy tush. A collection of pre-cum droplets had developed between her feet, steadily trickling from her humiliatingly soaked panties. Maximus grinned to himself, slowly picking up his pace, using longer thrusts. Sabrina bit on her bottom lip again, almost cutting herself a second time. Maximus leaned over her a little, pawing at the sides of her chest, trying to get at her colossal breasts.

Forcefully, he commanded “Get up, a little. Let me get a feel of your tits, I love ‘em.” Sabrina didn’t respond, but she did, however, comply. Slowly, shakily, she stopped holding on to the sides of the table. Her hands slid along the table until they were just a little past shoulder-width. She weakly pushed herself upwards, breathing hard and slow as she arched her back. Maximus grinned, reached under her arms and around her sides, futilely trying to cup her ample chest. He roughly rubbed along her areolae, for a few seconds, before tweaking her stiff nipples. Sabrina kept her eyes shut tight, her lips pursing as she attempted to block out the sensations. Maximus slipped his hands under the swell of her bosom, lightly lifting up both immense globes, playing with her chest as he mercilessly reamed her cushions. He bounced, jiggled, and squeezed her globes, judging her reactions to each form of teasing with a big grin on his face. “Gods, you’re clammy, and a little cold, but this rack can’t be beat! And to think, you wanna call yourself a man! Hah! I don’t think so, pumpkin.” Sabrina weakly whined out “Th...This isn’t my fault!...” Maximus shook his head, pinching her nipples hard for her resistance. He started using even longer thrusts as punishment, passing nearly half of his lengthy rod through her stretched, abused rosebud. She whimpered pitifully, her veiny, weeping manhood jumping around under the tight tent of her panties, leaking an endless bounty of juices. If someone wasn’t careful, Sabrina’s pent-up batter would be sloshing all over the cave floor...

Maximus, panting a little from exertion, commanded her to let go, to reveal her true colours, to accept his authority. “Admit it...Admit it, already. You love this. You’re a butt-slut, now! There’s no going back! Even if we never did this again, you’d always think about this, always obsess over it...You’d crave more, even if you didn’t want to admit it. You’re gonna help me kill those bandits, you’re gonna admit you’re a butt-slut, and you’re gonna admit that you’re my little cock-craving butt-slut, and I’ll reward you by filling you with so much spunk that you’ll lose your appetite, if you catch my drift. Admit it!” Sabrina listened to him with a desperate grimace on her face, her face burning with blush as she pouted. Once he started squeezing her breasts tightly in his fists, filling her backdoor with his timber hard enough to jolt her forwards, her mouth hung open. She held her breath, her eyebrows raising in disbelieving shock. The damp spot over her panties rapidly started turning from moist to creamy, an off-white sludge seeping through the fabric in a large patch, the ichor dripping towards the floor in thick, syrupy ropes. Maximus felt her weakly clench at his manhood, but the reaction was faint. By that point, she had been stretched and used to the point of almost complete relaxation, leaving her gaped and vulnerable.

Sabrina sucked in a trembling gasp, her blood-covered bottom lip pouting heavily. Fresh tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. Her steel-hard vampire baton barely budged as it continued drooling and spurting out the bounty of an anally-dredged orgasm, numbly spurting and streaming seed until it was running over the sides of her black panties, more and more thick, milky trickles running to the floor. In a small voice, she breathed out “I...I love it...” Maximus grinned from ear to ear, sighing in victory. It was about time she caved. He had known all along that, once she realized that her new life wouldn’t be so bad, she’d grow accustomed to it. Maximus leaned over a little closer to her, still stuffing up her silky rear passage. “What was that, fang-face? You, what?” Sabrina’s whole body quivered and shook, the once proud vampire conceding to him. Sighing subtly, she mumbled “I love it!...I’ve...I’ve never felt so good, before!...” Maximus chuckled, firmly pressing her breasts together, trying to rub her protruding nipples against one another. Teasingly, he said “Huh, come again? I couldn’t quite hear you. I’m sure you just said something rude, as usual. Maybe I should just stop, then? That’d save you the indignity of taking a hot, sticky load up the ass.” Sabrina briefly puckered her lips, her mouth starting to hang open as her breathing turned ragged. She spoke a little more clearly, but was still too humiliated to raise her voice. “I love it, I...I’m your butt-slut. I’m your little slut! Hawwh, gods, my ass!” Maximus grinned, his thrusting picking up in a little burst of speed, the Imperial savagely ramming the vampire’s thick, humongous rear. Sabrina’s knees came closer together, her heels turning outwards. Maximus released her breasts, grabbing her wide hips, looking down and watching her womanly ass ripple with every impact from his loins. He was getting close, and he knew that, once he finished, she’d be absolutely hooked. The new Sabrina would be finalized and ready.

Maximus loudly said “Say it louder, fang-face! Let the gods hear you, let all of Tamriel hear you!” Sabrina’s bountiful chest heaved and swayed with every deep gasp for air. Her mouth hanging open, she loudly panted out “I-I’m a butt-slut! I love cock up my ass! F...Fuck me harder, mister!” Her voice lilting and shrinking, she gasped out one more shameful tidbit. “I’m almost there! I-I’m almost...!” Maximus grinned, shutting his eyes tight as he went over the edge. The timber in Sabrina’s panties jumped, and a fresh wave of white goo overflowed her underwear, running both through and over the fabric in a massive, girly orgasm. Sabrina quietly gasped out “By the gods...!” in ecstasy, crocodile tears running down her cheeks, carrying her mascara in black streaks. Maximus grunted hard, giving her a vicious spank across the rump before hilting her. Sabrina shut her eyes tight, her mouth going wide in a long, needy “0” shape. She leaned over a little, going up on her tippy-toes, arching her back hard and firmly pushing her own impaled backside against him. As his heat flowed into her, she unthinkingly repeated herself, crying out “By the gods!!” Maximus grinned, grunting out “Fuck yeah!” He sighed and quaked as he filled her unwillingly stretched backdoor with his pent-up seed, filling the vampire seductress with his burning, gunky lust. Maximus couldn’t count how many times he squirted into her, but the intensely hot, thick loads likely numbered between seven and ten wads, giving Sabrina an impressive reward for her first time taking a dense docking up the delicate derriere. Sabrina whimpered as his heat ran into her, tiredly laying down over the table, coming down hard over her immense breasts.

Maximus smiled, continuing to hilt her until he was sure that he had gotten out every single drop. Then, and only then, did he slowly begin to withdraw. Sabrina quietly groaned as he slid over her prostate and through her sphincter, every receding inch of his making her spattered rod twitch and throb. She grunted when his swollen tip popped through her ring, quietly trying to catch her breath with her head hanging down low. Maximus smiled to himself, grabbed her bubbly cheeks, and gave her a firm stretch apart, getting a good look at her cream-filled gape. He started grinning. “Hoh, yeah, fang-face! You’ve got a fantastic “pussy,” you know that? Doesn’t look so tight, anymore, but...Eh, I’ll let that slide.” Sabrina made a little warbling sound, then whimpered out “I’ll be limping, after this...My hips feel a foot apart...” Maximus chuckled, briefly kneading her cheeks before giving her one last little squeeze and spank. Pulling up the seat of her panties, he made sure to get the fabric deep between her cheeks in the process, something he felt would reinforce her new role. Sabrina slowly started pushing herself up from the table, arching her back and sticking out her round rump. An uncomfortable look on her face, she whined out “I...I can barely stand...What in Oblivion did you do to me? My legs are shaking!” Maximus came close behind her, making her take in a rough gasp when his still-stiff rod pushed up hard against her battered backside. Reaching around her, giving her chest a few more fondles, he leaned over until he could smell her hair. Confidently, he said “You’re just in shock after discovering the true you. It’ll pass, but you’ll never forget this moment. Isn’t that right, Sabrina?”

Sabrina quietly stammered, for a moment, before Maximus squeezed down on her nipples. She let out a tiny groan, trying to stifle any and all vocalizations that might encourage him. Maximus, weapon against her rump, mitts on both of her globes, authoritatively said “The three of us need to sleep, so we’re not going anywhere, tonight. In the meantime, however, I want you to scout the southeast, find another spot to sleep in. Tomorrow, we’ll continue on, but no matter what happens, we won’t take on the bandits without you. You’ll be able to find us tomorrow night, I imagine. Get going.” Maximus took the liberty of pulling her shirt down, mostly using the act as an excuse to feel her chest slip under the fabric. Sabrina, beginning to get her breathing under control, lightly said “Wait...Wait. One more thing.” Maximus smiled to himself, stepping away from her. Redoing his fauld, he graciously urged her on. Sabrina weakly stood up, her rump still sticking out, somewhat, thanks to the rough plowing she’d submissively been on the receiving end of. She briefly bent over, grabbing her pants from around her ankles, pulling them up and desperately trying to fasten them. Looking over her shoulder at him, her tone was soft, yet adamant. “Don’t treat me like this in front of the others, okay?...That’d be a problem. We’ll...We’ll deal with each other in private, alright? Just don’t treat me like this in front of anyone. We’ll keep it to ourselves.” Maximus smiled to himself. He stepped closer to her, grabbed her by a shoulder, and turned her around to face him. She stumbled, very nearly collapsing back against the table, just barely keeping her balance. She looked at him with fogged surprise, her eyes cloudy, her mouth hanging open a crack.

Maximus’ smile turned into a smirk. One hand going for her hip, the other went for her chin, his thumb brushing down her bottom lip. Meeting her eyes, he casually said “Well, I’ll accept that condition if you’ll admit that you’re mine, fang-face...My little fang-face slut.” Sabrina swallowed some excess saliva. She yanked on her pants, squelching wet sounds rising up as her thick slop continued trickling from her positively plastered panties. Her pants, caught under her lingering erection, simply couldn’t come up all the way, Sabrina’s attempts merely making her massively protruding manhood bob around. Looking deep into his eyes, she quietly mumbled out the concession. “I’m your fang-face...Your little fang-face.” Maximus gave her an askew look, waiting for her to finish. She waited a few seconds, then tilted her head forwards, looking up at him in a demure gaze. She briefly kissed his thumb, silently asking him for mercy, trying to trade the touch of her lips for the demeaning label. Despite the urge, Maximus didn’t push the issue, letting her have her little bit of mercy. Lightly brushing his thumb downwards, he gently trailed over her throat, then down her cleavage. Smiling, he said “Alright. When are you going to get going? You don’t have very long before dawn, you know.” Sabrina maintained eye contact, apparently trying not to pay attention to his wandering hand. “I-I know, I’ll be leaving, soon...I just, eh...I need time to, you know, prepare.” In a smaller voice, she added “Some new pants, first of all...”

Maximus grinned, saying “I bet. Maybe you need some time to soften up, too? A slut’s clit can get pretty hard from a good fucking, huh?” Sabrina didn’t say anything, faintly frowning as her face went flush, again. She gave up on pulling up her pants, letting her sticky bulge hang free. Maximus gave her a wink, then started to walk away. Over his shoulder, he tossed out “Wear something sexy, like a skirt. Stockings, too. I like that.” Sabrina stammered, watching him walk away. Just before he walked out of the vampire’s den, however, she finally collected herself enough to get out a question. “Hey, wait a second. Don’t you care at all about how I became this way? Aren’t you curious? I mean, I wasn’t born like this.” Maximus paused, a carefree smile on his face. Arching an eyebrow, he barely shrugged, saying “Not really. I mean, I’m sure it’s an unusual story, but we’ve both got more important things to do. That reminds me, make sure you have a way for me to contact you whenever I want, tomorrow night. Scrolls, an enchanted necklace, smoke signals, I don’t care what it is. I don’t wanna have to shape my life around your nocturnal inclinations. I’ve got things to do, people to see, and I can’t be attached to you at the hip. Alright?” Sabrina nodded, although the look in her eyes suggested she was disappointed in his lack of curiosity. Evidently, she wouldn’t have minded sharing her story, even if it was with the man who had forced his way into her haven, followed by her colon.

Svetlana sighed in relief once Maximus walked back into the campsite, smiling from ear to ear as she rushed up to him. “Oh, thank Arkay! What in Oblivion took you so long? I was starting to think that that freak had torn you apart!” Maximus chuckled at the notion, a half-grin on his face. “Not a chance. We just had a little talk, sorry if I worried you.” Svetlana gave Maximus a tight, full-body hug, pressing herself up against him as much as she could. Maximus just smiled, one hand going for the small of her back, the other hand brazenly going a little lower. The Dunmer watched from the other side of the fire, sighing with tired eyes before looking away. Maximus noticed the neglected look on his pet elf’s face, his smile going unchanged. He was a little too drained to feel amused. He didn’t care if she was feeling low, but he understood that he couldn’t let her feel that way for too long. As plans for the next day started growing in his head, he grinned wickedly, squeezing Svetlana through her robe a little tighter...
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