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The Forsworn Retribution	By : Samson Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 60892 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Long Time Coming (What-If?)

The Forsworn Retribution
Part XI - "Bonus Scenes & What-ifs"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: August 6, 2016

(This chapter is not a part of The Forsworn Retribution’s storyline. This is purely an extra scene written for fun, allowing me to write a potentially implausible scenario or situation without having to worry too much about properly fitting it into an overall plot. The What-if scenario of this chapter is: “What if Anya walked in on Max and Sabrina gettin’ busy, made some insensitive remarks (yet again) that she probably should’ve been smart enough not to, and enraged the two of them to the point that their twosome-time turned into a mean threesome? It’s finally time for the haughty elf to get her much-deserved punishment for all the trouble she’s caused, and maybe learn some humility in the process.” This chapter is the result:D. This chapter contains some male-on-transgender, but mostly male-on-female and trans-on-female, as well as a woman being on the receiving end of rough sex, so if you aren’t much of a fan of transgendered content or domination content, this chapter might not appeal to you, very much. Still, for those who are, please enjoy!)

It had been a long day of marching, and through the rough terrain of the Reach, even just the one day was nothing to scoff at. Maximus and the others had arrived in the mountain valley of Sabrina’s den maybe an hour before sunset, quickly setting up a temporary campsite before getting a fire going. The lot of them had just gotten back from a job clearing out a small outpost of the Forsworn, wiping it off the face of the Reach before it could grow into a full-fledged encampment. The affair had been nothing too spectacular, maybe a dozen men and women. Just a scouting party at the time, really, but they had already caused enough trouble and raised enough eyebrows for the Jarl to hire Maximus’ team on for the job. As always, the mission had been a success.
The pay they could expect when they returned to Markarth would not be insubstantial, but they were all in need of some rest and recuperation, and so, with the City of Stone only another day’s worth of travel away, they stopped for a night’s celebration under Sabrina’s vigil. The sorceress had taken advantage of the dark hours to clear a path for the group following the success of their mission, and had reached her den many hours ahead of them, no doubt still sleeping the daylight hours away. In fact, Maximus expected her to make an appearance shortly, although judging by the lackadaisical rate at which Svetlana cooked this particular dinner, they’d all likely be in the middle of tucking back once the vampire emerged. It would be difficult for her to get in on whatever festivities there might’ve been, once everyone was sleepy on meat and vegetable stew.
Shortly after sunset, dinner was served, and not a minute after everyone had started greedily devouring their bowlfuls, Sabrina slunk out from her cave, visibly pleased to hear that Maximus was giving her the chance to stand watch for the team as they slept. Maximus mostly kept to himself for the meal, allowing Bunny and Svetlana to guide the conversation and chat to their heart’s content. After all, the more he talked, the less he’d eat, and he had worked up one massive appetite during that job, something he was happy to remind Anya about as soon as someone pointed out how quiet he was being.
Her spoon raised close to her lips, Gabriella turned her head and looked over at Max, sitting on the grass within arm’s reach of her left side. She raised an eyebrow and, somewhat passively, ventured to ask “Everything alright, Max? You’ve been a bit quiet, ever since we set up camp. Normally, you’re all too happy to be on your way to a payday.” He smiled, a little. He spooned a hunk of meat into his mouth, chewed it a couple times as he glanced at her, then swallowed as his eyes shifted to Anya. Knowingly, he slowly remarked “Well, you see, I’m pretty tired, right about now. It’s been a long day, lots of fighting, lots of marching. That job really took a bit out of me at the end, you know? Had to barrel through some caves, duck my head under stalactites and shit, all to catch someone who should’ve already been dead as a doornail. You know how it is.”
“Damn it, Max, he got away from me, what do you expect me to do about it?” Anya abruptly blurted out, staring wide-eyed at him from across the fire pit. Gabriella just sighed. This argument had been going back and forth all day. It had seemed like it had been put to rest before they had reached Sabrina’s valley, yet evidently, the two were still bitter about it. Gabriella hadn’t wanted to unwittingly reignite it, yet there it went. Bunny shifted uncomfortably in her spot, looking back and forth between the two quarrellers. “Here we go again,” Svetlana mumbled, raising her eyebrows as she began staring down into her bowl. Maximus glared back at Anya, calmly snapping “Kill the bastard. I expected you to kill him, not let him fumble away from you like a greased chicken.”
“He slammed his pommel into my forehead! How was I supposed to keep an eye on him, after that?!” Anya demanded, voice growing louder with indignation. “You already had him in a headlock, all you had to do was cut his damn throat and drop him! Instead, you let a little thing like that stop you, and I had to chase him into the damn tunnels!” “A little thing like that?” Anya repeated, brow sinking deep. Nearly shouting now, she firmly stated “That pommel had a point to it, Max! He almost cracked my blasted skull open! I’m sorry if I was a little too out of it to think to use a sword like a damn dagger, but you still killed him, didn’t you? So, why are you still so angry about it? We got the job done, stop pointing the finger of blame at me, already!”
Sabrina, sitting cross-legged not far from Max, flatly said “I’m with Max, on this one.” Anya turned her stare to the sorceress, blurting out “Oh, stay out of it! Of course you take his side! This has nothing to do with you!” Sabrina narrowed her eyes, a little. Raising a flat hand, gesturing it to the side in a short wave, she calmly answered “How does it not? We’re a team, and I’m just as much a part of it as you are. Max could’ve been running into an ambush, or a sneak attack, or a trap. You were in a good position to stop that all from happening, and you didn’t. Indirectly, perhaps, you put him in danger.” Anya’s eyes widened as she snapped “I’d like to see you take a pommel bash to the forehead and not feel stunned! I’m not wearing a helmet, in case you haven’t noticed!”
“Can’t we stop arguing?” Bunny asked, giving the three of them a somewhat fidgety look. Svetlana stepped up to try and mediate the dispute, hoping to play peacekeeper between likely the two most headstrong members of their little family: their leader, and the ex-Thalmor soldier. Sticking her spoon into her bowl, she raised her free hand and said “Shor’s bones, you two, let’s not fight, anymore! We’re maybe half an hour from calling it a night, and going to sleep angry is never good. What in Oblivion’s gotten into you two, today? Neither of are you right, but neither of you are wrong, either. If you two just took a breath and stopped digging your heels in, you’d see that.”
Gesturing at Anya, she said “Anya, Max has a point in that you could’ve finished the man off in a second or two, and Sabrina is right in that you did put Max in a dangerous position. Indirectly, at least.” Anya indignantly remarked “That wasn’t my choice, none of us knew about the escape tunnel!” Svetlana looked over at Max, gestured her hand over at him in turn, and said “And yes, Max, you can’t really fault her for being dazed, she did take a pretty bad hit. And, yes, she had no way of knowing that the escape tunnel would be the man’s first target. It all turned out for the best, right? You two have said your pieces...Many times by now, in fact...And I think we’re all about ready to drop it.” “I know I’m tired of hearing about it,” Gabby remarked under her breath, subtly glancing skyward.
“That sort of thing could have gotten Max killed, however,” Sabrina again pointed out, brow furrowed. Anya gave a harsh sigh, and it seemed like, just for a moment, she might blurt out something in retaliation, but instead, she dismissively waved out a backhand, crankily remarking “So be it. Issue dropped.” Max simply spooned some stew into his mouth, silently staring at Anya from over the fire. Everyone waited a few moments for someone to throw another stone, and when it looked like the coast was finally clear, Bunny smiled, sat up, and excitedly said “Um, so, I tried another aphrodisiac recipe! Anyone feel like trying it?” “Julianos, no,” Sabrina blurted out. Raising her eyebrows, she added “The last one you tinkered with left me impotent for hours! I have not forgotten how frustrating that was!”
Bunny giggled and promised she had worked out the kinks in the formula, insisting that it would greatly heighten someone’s erogenous sensitivity, but nobody was willing to take the bait. Still, it had been an adequate icebreaker after the dispute, and it reignited conversation between most members of the team. Anya, however, was clearly still a little sore about the issue, as she mostly kept to herself after that, sulking by her pack no matter how many times Svetlana or Bunny attempted to engage her. Eventually, as the fire began to die low and a few of them began setting up their packs for pillows, Maximus looked over at Sabrina, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, a little. She had been inching closer to him ever since she had come out, for the night. The signal was clear.
He didn’t wait for her to notice him looking at her, and he didn’t bother trying to keep his voice down. No reason to hide what he wanted, and if any of the others wanted in, well, the more the merrier. “Want a minute alone?” He watched her look over from the fire, her eyes already lighting up as they met his. An adorable little smile crept up on her face before she, almost under her breath, quite readily answered “Yes, please.” Max smiled more. She was practically pulling her skirt down against her tent, already. He wordlessly nodded his head to the side, gesturing towards the mouth of her cave. She took the hint, giving him a pleasant nod. As the two of them stood up, however, Anya was just then walking up to the fire pit, ready to dump a fresh pile of tinder next to the stones ringing the flame.
Raising an eyebrow, she tersely asked “Where are you two going?” Maximus subtly sighed through his nose, his eyes falling half-shut as he and Sabrina turned to look at the Altmer. Although her tongue was quick, it seemed fairly clear to Maximus, at least, that she was coming up with something, right there on the spot. Giving Anya a friendly smile, she said “Oh, I merely had something I needed to show Max. It’s just a page from one of my tomes, yet I thought he might find it interesting. We shouldn’t be a minute.” Anya’s brow furrowed. Knowingly, she answered “Yes, of course that’s what it is. Can’t this wait until morning? You’re supposed to be our watch, for the night. Maximus, you should know better than to pull her away, at a time like this.”
Sabrina put a hand to a hip, cocking it out as she shifted her weight to one foot. Her smile withering, she remarked “Would you prefer if I simply said it were none of your business, in that case? I will be keeping watch, tonight. Don’t worry, we won’t be gone all night.” Anya narrowed her eyes. The dialogue between the three of them quickly enough had the old tension bubbling up, at least for Anya. She furrowed her brow, dropped her chin, and grit her teeth, and was about to say something impolite when Maximus brusquely shut her down. “Why don’t you go cool your head, Anya? You and I will speak more in private, later on.” His warning tone kept her quiet. She simply watched the two of them turn and walk away, heading for the nearby cave mouth.
Maximus just shook his head to himself, as he went. This issue with the job was a bother, yes, but he knew the real reason behind her crankiness: the woman was getting pent-up. She’d never admit it, but he knew their relationship hadn’t been physical enough for her liking, and now, it was starting to get to her. The last time she had been involved in anything was nearly two weeks ago, when he had forced her to sit and watch him dally with Svetlana and Bunny, at the same time. Before that, he couldn’t remember ever actually getting serious, with her. She was only now getting noisy as an indirect little way to try and tempt him into doing something, about it. Normally, he’d love to, but he genuinely was annoyed by her perceived shortcoming during the fight, and if he did anything now, it’d just devolve into a hate-fuck. Right now, he simply wanted to forget his agitation, not add more fuel to the fire. To that end...
Smirking to himself, Max finished tying the silk ribbon into a big bow, leaving her arms nice and secure. A little teasingly, he remarked “There. That’ll keep you nice and docile, won’t it?” She slowly squeezed her hands into fists, gently testing her bondage with a light tug before stopping. Breathing just a little huskily with excitement, she mumbled a passive “Yes...” He grinned and gave her fat tush a pinch, which swiftly had her turning around to face him. At Sabrina’s insistence, the two of them were completely naked, this time. She couldn’t remember the last private moment they had had in which she hadn’t been wearing at least lingerie, and the little lovebird had confessed to an ache for the two of them to have some serious skin-on-skin contact, with nothing getting in the way between them.
Of course, that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some accessories. Take the bow, for instance. When she had presented him with some black silk and a heartfelt smile, he hadn’t been able to resist tying her arms together behind her, binding her forearms together against the small of her back. As well, she already wore around her neck a new toy of her’s: a ring gag set into a collar with specialty caps, which excellently gave them both some peace of mind whenever she hoped to indulge her oral fixation. If she played her cards right, tonight could be one of those nights, but first, Max was looking for a slightly more supple hole to have his way with. He grinned at her, which only made her tremble.
She stood straight, rigid even, watching his eyes subserviently. Her mouth hung open a crack, as if she were just waiting for him to fit her fang-guard into place. Her enormous, pale breasts slowly rose and fell with every heady breath, the cherry-sized nipples standing firm like pebbles over her big, pink areolae. Down below, between her wide hips and thick thighs, her rather sizeable manhood stood up like a horn from her groin, the long, thick, veiny timber already weeping droplets as it pointed accusingly at her dominator. Below that, her rather fat undercarriage hung heavy, resting over her closed thighs. For the last little while, they had stopped playing the “orgasm denial” game, and so, Sabrina’s underslung pride was not terribly engorged or discoloured, but still, the t-girl’s reactors were nothing if not oversized, the weighty beanbag easily able to fill someone’s full hand.
He knew she would’ve loved a kiss - her unnatural oral fixation made everything mouth-related intense enough to make her shiver - but that only meant she needed to earn it. He nodded to the side, to the marital aids lying prepared over her bed. Raising an eyebrow, he grinned and asked “Are you still my Anal Queen?” Sabrina nodded, hastily murmuring “Y-Yes, of course, always!” “Good to hear. Let the others wait, a bit. I know you’re looking to suck some cock, Sabrina, but I was in the mood for something a little more intense, tonight. Why don’t we see how much we can stretch you out before you’re shooting your load to the floor? We haven’t used that plug, yet...But, you sure did love those anal beads, last time. I’ll let you pick what I use on you. Aren’t I generous.” Sabrina’s pale face immediately began to go a shade pink.
She almost answered that he could do whatever he wanted to her, but if he wanted to hear which teasing the Anal Queen would personally find most heart-racing, she was obligated to expose her weakness. “The plug. Please. We used the beads, last time...Use the plug, this time. I’m ready!” “You little slut. I knew you wouldn’t be scared, forever,” he teased, giving her a savage grin. Her face went redder as he reached up, took her fang-guard, and raised it from her throat, fitting it between her lips after she willingly opened her mouth. With her fangs secured, her mouth was kept open in a suggestive “0,” which she immediately attempted to abuse by slowly curling her tongue upwards, beckoning him inside of it. He ignored the temptation and simply ordered her to assume the position. She was more than excited to oblige.
As she dropped to her knees against the edge of her bed, he grabbed the plug and popped the lid off of the jar of homemade lubricant Svetlana had provided them, some two weeks before. She turned her head and watched him from over her shoulder, eyes nervously locked on that oversized butt-plug Svetlana had so generously gifted her, not long before. The bulbous thing was not only made of glass, but was fearfully large as well, with the rounded head almost as big as a clenched fist. She had always been too skittish to try it, before. Tonight was different. There were no two ways about it, she was going to feel this. It was going to pack her up so delightfully full, she’d feel positively stuffed. Once Max had coated the bulb of the plug in lotion, he capped the jar, dropped it to the bed, and stepped over behind her.
“Bend over, you little slut. It’s time to ruin that huge ass, of your’s. Try not to dribble on your nice, clean bed sheets. If you have any prayers to say, say ‘em now. As for me, I can’t wait to see how loose this gets you. If this crushes your prostate to a pulp, don’t blame me. I gave you a chance to pick something else.”
Sabrina very visibly trembled, either with anxiety or need. She gave a long, low moan through her ring, slurring out “Ahhnn, ahhh...” She slowly leaned over until she could gently drop the top of her head to her bed sheets, the t-girl avoiding pressing her spectacles into her bed. Spacing her knees a little further apart, she arched her back and held her ass as high up for him as she could get it, presenting herself to her lover. The position naturally parted her thick cheeks a little, exposing the winking pucker of her bubble butt, already wincing in preparation for the appointed experimentation. Dangling below, her overactive reactors, stretching full her big beanbag, practically sloshing with her rich bitch-batter. Another night of loving, another night of feeding her inner butt-slut, another night of indulging themselves in dark passion. She wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither would he.
When he pushed the tip of the plug between her expansive, cushiony cheeks, she gave another moan. He spotted her curl her toes, then relax, then clench them even harder as he started pushing. She groaned, her whole body tilting forwards as he shoved the plug against her, her body refusing to yield. When she heard him give a faint sigh in determination, a tremble ran down her spine. He wasn’t about to take “no” for an answer. He reached over and grabbed her bondage in one hand, holding her arms steady to hold her body back against the plug. The other hand pushed harder, but again, her sphincter fought against him, and she gave a high-pitched, extra girly groan of discomfort. Maybe this wasn’t going to work, after all. She dared not beg for mercy, but if he saw fit to give it to her...
He let go of her arms. With a grumble, he pulled the plug away from her rosebud. When he forcibly pushed two fingers through her ring, she gave a sharp yelp through her fang-guard. He slid his fingers back and forth through her silky glove for a bit, feeling the way she squeezed, trying to tempt him. He began forcing his fingers apart, stretching her sphincter a little bit, only slowly making progress thanks to how tight she was. Then, he pulled his hand back, replaced the plug for entry, and put both hands against the flat base. He was going to get it in, there. He started pushing, and he simply did not relent.
Sabrina shut her eyes tight, at first. Her feet gave some adorable little kicks, over the edge of the bed. Slowly, slowly, progress was made. The plug began to sink, against her body. Eventually, she raised her head from the bed, staring at the wall in discomfort. Drool was beginning to fall from her opened mouth. She gave a series of moans and groans, breathing hard as sweat begin to make her forehead glisten. Languidly, her ring didn’t so much as dilate as it was pushed inwards, forced open by the insistent houseguest knocking at her backdoor. Maximus watched, grinning.
She was so tight, her ring was pushing the lotion off of the plug, forcing it to build up in a wave at her pucker as it entered her depths. Finally, the worst had passed. She gave a long, quiet groan, her body shaking with adrenaline as the plug passed the halfway mark, sinking into her body more easily as the plug shrank towards the tapered neck. In a couple seconds, it was all over. Finally, her ass had swallowed the entire thing, leaving the fist-sized intruder clogging her pipes. Her stinging rosebud wearily shrank around the neck of the plug, winking and gulping as the base of the plug came to rest against her, secure between her cheeks. Maximus gave a patronizing chuckle and patted one of her cheeks, remarking “There, now. Doesn’t that feel better?”
Every exhale from Sabrina saw her shuddering, making her give some delectable “Ha-ha-ha...Ha-ha-ha...” noises.
“By Auri-El, I should’ve known. Yet another homoerotic romp, between you two. Predictable. You both should be ashamed.”
The utterly unexpected voice from an unannounced third party had Maximus pulling an annoyed face, while Sabrina, meanwhile, went stiff as a board. Max turned his head, his jaw already clenching. There stood Anya near the mouth of the cave, watching the two of them with her arms crossed, one lip curled up in disgust as if she were watching someone urinate in public. She shook her head disapprovingly, orange eyes locked on the two nude lovers in their compromising positions. The corners of Max’s mouth slowly began to rise in a nasty smile. Gabby would’ve seen that smile and realized that she had done something to cross over the line. Anya, it seemed, was not yet that wise. Somewhat flatly, he asked “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy, Anya? You weren’t invited. In fact, you’re the last person I’d want to see, coming in here.”
Oh, how smugly superior she must have felt. She furrowed her brow, throwing her arms out by her sides in exasperation. Rather bluntly, she retorted “Urgh. I should’ve expected this after a few minutes, but I wanted to give the two of you the benefit of the doubt. Obviously, I gave you too much credit! If you’re too damn busy to be our nightwatchman, Sabrina, shall I just do it, myself? I suppose I shall have to, you look pretty preoccupied doing...Whatever it is you do. Being another man’s plaything like a weak-willed slattern, I suppose.” Max’s brow twitched down in genuine agitation at her uppity, self-righteous tone. It wasn’t enough for her to act like a bitch in front of everyone else, now she thought she could come down here and act like even more of a cunt? Oh hoh, this little elf was asking for it.
He took a step towards her and was about to tell her to kindly fuck right off and get out of his damn hair when he suddenly heard fabric tearing. He looked over in a hurry. Anya raised her eyebrows. Sabrina was ripping apart her bondage, effortlessly obliterating the silk through sheer strength as she freed her arms from behind herself. As she got up from the edge of the bed and turned around, she pulled her fang-guard down to her throat. At this point, she definitely wasn’t blushing, anymore. Her red eyes were ablaze with utterly murderous rage, her teeth bared in a furious snarl. Nearly shouting, she declared “That is the last time you speak to me, that way!”
She tried to march towards Anya, but Maximus threw an arm around her waist, trying to catch her. To his surprise, she not only resisted him, but she actually threw his arm aside. If he had been half a second slower to grab her by the elbow with his other hand, she would’ve gone straight on to the soldier, and who knew how badly the conflict would’ve escalated, in that case. Anya didn’t even reach for her sheathed sword, nor did she smile at Sabrina’s outburst. Her remarks had not been to sting for fun, but to justly wound. When Max took a better hold on her, she didn’t fight back, and when he yanked her back to look at him, he found her barely turning to face him, a glimmer of pure frustration glinting behind her spectacles.
Keeping her voice down, obviously attempting not to raise her voice at him when she meant to be flustered at Anya, she hissed “Max, I’m sick of her talking to me, that way! We can’t let this go on! You don’t understand how bedevilling it is! I don’t suffer bullies, or prissy bitches! She deserves to be put in her place, you shouldn’t let her speak to you that way, either! Every time she insults me that way, she’s insulting you, too!” Max’s jaw rolled around, for a moment, as he considered her words. She was right about one thing, at least: Anya definitely needed to be knocked down a peg, or two. By Shor, she had always needed to be put in her place, and he had fully intended to deal with her latest bout of twatty crankiness, some time soon. Still, he had never really considered that Anya’s rudeness with Sabrina directly ran counter to his feminization of the vampire, and if it gave her this much unrest, well...
He looked over at Anya, raising an eyebrow as his smile grew larger. Somewhat lightheartedly, he remarked “Alright, Sabrina. You make a good point.” Anya’s expression opened up and went blank. She uncrossed her arms, letting them drop to her sides. Max was already grinning like a jackal as he added “Let’s see what we can do to fix this little cunt’s attitude. She badly needs an adjustment in manners.” “Nope,” Anya blurted out, spinning on a heel to face the exit. She was about to flee when Sabrina held up her other hand, a green orb of shining Magicka swelling in her palm. She clenched her hand, squeezing it, concentrating the Magicka in a fraction of a second. When she threw it out, it struck Anya square over the back, and her entire body was momentarily coated in a green glow.
“Get over here!” Sabrina barked, glaring like a mother staring down her misbehaving daughter. Maximus let go of Sabrina’s arm as Anya slowly turned around. A passive look was on her face, as if she were feeling nothing at all in particular. She put one foot in front of the other, beginning to approach the two of them. Calmly, she answered “Yes, mistress. How may I serve?” Sabrina gave a cold, wide smile. Looking over at her lover, dark glee in her eyes, she was almost laughing as she said “There, you see? She called me “mistress.” In her heart, she thinks of me as a woman. Every time she calls me a man, it’s just...” She glanced upwards in annoyance. “...Some glib remark to try and be rude.” Maximus smiled, looking back at Anya. Rather matter-of-factly, he commented “All the more reason she should be punished! Little elf is just going out of her way to be a cunt.”
Sabrina hummed, simply a chuckle caught in her throat. As Anya came to a stop in front of them, Max asked “So, why don’t you go ahead and tell us why it is you’ve been such a little bitch, today?” Anya swallowed some excess saliva - perhaps a tick of resistance through the spell. She began staring sightlessly at the bed, rather bluntly declaring “I want sex.” “And?” He prodded, grinning sadistically. Anya looked over at him. In a mumble, she answered “...I haven’t been getting any.” “Is that supposed to be my fault?” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her. Sabrina held her hips, staring hard at her temporary thrall. Anya barely shook her head, then lightly shrugged her shoulders. Sounding somewhat confused, now, she said “...No, but, I only assumed...I mean, I thought we...”
Maximus teased her with a chuckle, remarking “Well, look at you, horny like a little girl, pouting for a reaming. Listen, I’m only one man, with one cock, and you’re not the only lady I have to pay attention, to. Maybe if you weren’t such an uppity bitch - maybe if you hadn’t stirred up so much shit for me, ever since we met - I’d make it more of a priority to bend you over. As it stands, though? You’re the bottom of the barrel.” He looked over at Sabrina, reaching over and giving her bubble butt a patting before remarking “I bet it kills her that you aren’t using your meat, on her. She probably thinks it’s going to waste.” Sabrina glanced at him and started to grin. Tilting her head in a bit of an oblique look, she subtly steered Anya towards the desired admission before the spell wore off.
Slowly, she asked “I see. Well, Anya, your grievance appears quite clear. If you so hate me engaging in “homoerotic” things, then perhaps you’re willing to volunteer to an attempt at changing my tastes?...Max will be present, of course. You do so love humans, don’t you?...The two of us would use you to satisfy our every whim, thereby satisfying your own, threefold. Does that sound like something you might be interested, in?...” Anya dumbly nodded, agreeing to the words and questions. “Then strip,” Sabrina ordered, gesturing a hand at the High Elf’s armour. “You’ve been a rude, haughty bitch ever since we first met you. Don’t you think it’s time you were punished, for it? You want to be punished, don’t you?”
Anya gave a nod so vigorous, it made her hair swing. She was already tearing off her armour like it were aflame, casting aside pieces straight over her shoulder as soon as they were undone. Sabrina smiled widely, looked over at Max and, under her breath, remarked “...We should do this more often.” Max looked at her, raised an eyebrow with a grin, and nonchalantly said “You’re damn right, but don’t you think it’s better if she’s aware of what’s happening? She needs to be able to remember it. It’s a bit pointless if she can’t stew on it. She needs to be afraid that this can happen again, the next time she opens her mouth to make some fucking comment. Otherwise, she won’t learn her lesson. At the very least, she deserves this for acting tough, in front of everyone.” Sabrina sashayed closer to his side, looping her arm around his, hugging it close to her breast.
“Oh, I agree,” she readily enough said. Looking over at Anya, her brow furrowing as she smiled from ear to ear, she added “She’s going to be fully aware of what we do to her. The spell is going to wear off in just a few moments. Once she’s naked, she’ll be helpless. I am very much looking forward, to this...I’m simply being polite, right now.” Anya, now in just her underwear, quickly hooked her thumbs under her black panties, bent over as she pulled the smallclothes down her legs, slipped it away from her feet, and tossed it aside as she stood back up straight. Facing them, nude, rigid like a scarecrow, chin up like a proud soldier, she silently awaited further instruction. Sabrina let go of Max’s arm and approached her. Max did the same, trying not to chuckle.
A moment later, the spell wore off, and Anya simply blinked. In hardly a moment, she fully came to realize her predicament. She was as stark naked as the day she had been born, and two people, a man she had always begrudgingly lusted after and a vampire with enviably enormous curves, both of whom sported massive erections, were closing in on her like wolves, grinning sadistically. Her lips barely moved as she muttered out “...Oh, Auri-El.” Max gave a laugh. He and Sabrina struck, each grabbing an arm before throwing the stuck-up Altmer over towards the bed, bowling her over the edge of the big bedframe until she was bent over and slammed down into it, hardly catching herself with a grunt.
When Anya opened her eyes and looked to the side, she saw Sabrina’s collection of marital aids on full display maybe thirty centimeters away from her face, including the jar of lotion, a vial of sappy lubricant, a bottle of skin cream, a pair of nipple clamps, that string of anal beads Sabrina had so enjoyed using, and an intimidatingly large glass dildo, complete with imitation scrotum. Anya’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Oh, shit. Those things did not bode well, for her. She tried to scramble up from the bed, but Maximus came up behind her and roughly swatted a hand down against her round, golden ass, spanking her right cheek with a resounding crack. Anya’s eyes widened, and her mouth hung open in a silent gasp.
When Sabrina came up behind her, as well, and spanked the elf’s other cheek, Anya finally winced, her bared teeth going on edge as she sucked in a hissing gasp. Max gave a laugh as he and Sabrina gripped tight their respective cheeks, playfully jiggling them around, pulling them this way and that. Holding back a hungry chuckle, Sabrina grinned and quipped “Let’s play a little game, Anya! You like games, don’t you?” Anya put one knee against the bed and tried to pull away from the two of them and their grabby hands, breathlessly blurting out “Oh, no. No, no, no!” “Oh, yeah,” Maximus answered, grinning as he grabbed her raised leg.
He pulled her up by the thigh, flipping her entire body around until he had her on her back, pushing her against the bed. Sabrina immediately grabbed Anya’s other thigh and helped pry her legs wide open, and when Anya threw her arms down and tried to cover her shame, Sabrina only laughed, grabbed her by the wrists, and pulled her arms up past her head, completely restraining the woman. With a grin, Max teased “Oh, come now, Anya, don’t be shy! You’ve already watched us all fuck, enough times. Now it’s your turn! We know you’re looking forward, to this - you have been ever since you tied me up and throat-fucked yourself on my pole, you nasty little whore. Now, let’s get a good look at that pie, shall we?”
“I want nothing of the sort!” Anya blurted out. Her tone was indignant, but her expression was nervous. Max raised an eyebrow as he looked down between her legs. Hmm. Someone had a naughty side. Evidently, Anya enjoyed keeping herself smooth-shaven, but the question Max had to ask himself was, did she do it because she liked it, or did she do it because she knew he liked his lady friends smooth to the touch? He almost asked, but then he started imagining her getting all indignant and shouting, and he threw aside the notion before it gave him a headache. Instead, he thought of something a little more entertaining to prove her wrong.
Anya was the sort with a prim, tucked slit, little more than a puffy mound whose cleft glittered in damning betrayal, exposing the elf for the little liar she was. With a grin, Max reached his free hand over. With his index and ring fingers, he parted open her lips, exposing her pink interior. He unceremoniously slipped his middle finger into her unsurprisingly snug love tunnel all the way up to his knuckle, which immediately had her giving a grunt as she grimaced. As he slipped his digit free, he remarked “Not surprised to find out you’re tight enough to make a pearl, in there. It makes a little more sense now, wanting to impale your face, rather than your cunt. I’d probably break you. Shame, really.”
Anya’s brow furrowed. When she opened her mouth to speak, he struck. Grinning, he shot his hand up and slipped his finger straight into her mouth, which instantly had her closing her mouth in confusion, accidentally tasting her own flavour. Max started laughing as Anya’s eyes widened. She started spitting and hacking around his finger, screwing her eyes shut tight as she did her best to pull her head away. When he slipped his digit free, she started kicking and jerking her legs in frustration, indignantly crying out “By Auri-El, you did not just make me do what I think you did!” “Oh, we’re going to do worse, Anya,” Sabrina knowingly remarked, subtly arching an eyebrow.
Sabrina let go of Anya’s arms, and the Altmer threw her hands down, covering her breasts with one hand each. Sabrina simply reached for her jar of lotion, flipping off the lid before dunking a hand inside, scooping out a healthy portion of the pale, off-blue substance. Grabbing her stiff prick, she quickly began working the substance into her skin, filling the air with the lewd wet noises of her pumping fist. Anya watched with widening eyes as Sabrina gave a titter and added “...We’re going to do much, much worse.” Realization dawned on Anya’s face even before Maximus muttered out “For starters, let’s do something about all the mouthing off she’s done, today. You can have the other end, Sabrina. Take your time, really prep her, for me.”
Anya tried to sit up, sticking her arms out to scramble away. Max responded by shoving her back down to the bed, punishing her little escape attempt with a hard slap across one of her modest tits. The move made Anya gasp and wince hard, and in that moment, Max and Sabrina were manhandling the elf, pulling her around until either end of her was lined up between them. She looked up at Max, then hurriedly down at Sabrina, a pitiful look on her face as she wordlessly begged for mercy. Even now, she was too proud to use her words. Max and Sabrina both simply grinned. Max had said it before, and he’d say it again: mercy was a privilege, not a right. This bitch had had her punishment coming for a while, and she wasn’t about to weasel her way out of it, now. It was time to spitroast this haughty Altmer.
“Suh...Stop! Don’t!” Anya tried pleading, looking up at Max as he came by her head, kneeling over the bed. He grinned as she raised her head a few inches, eyes wide and glimmering as she looked down at Sabrina, spreading and raising her legs. “W-What’re you doing, down there?!” She blurted out, making Sabrina smirk. Rather nonchalantly, Sabrina remarked “Since we both know you’ll never admit it, I’ll simply make the safe bet of assuming you want some backdoor shenanigans, on top of this.” “No, I d-!” Anya tried protesting. Maximus simply cut her off by turning her face towards him, moving his hips forward far enough to jab his manhood into her mouth. She gave a gasp, voice muffled by the meat in her mouth. Her eyes crossed as she looked at the shaft pointing into her face, coming at her from a peculiar angle thanks to her prone position.
Max chuckled to himself as she mumbled hectically in frustrated protest, the wiggling of her tongue and vibration of her voice only serving to further encourage him. With his palm against her cheek, his thumb resting on her cheekbone with his index finger trailing between her lower lip and chin, he could keep a good grip on her head as he began rocking his hips back and forth, feeding her his length with a sadistic grin plastered across his face. With Anya’s legs raised high enough into the air to expose her backdoor, Sabrina trembled with excitement, absolutely aching to give someone’s rump a stuffing. The big plug packing full her own rear passage maintained a great deal of nearly uncomfortable pressure over her prostate, which only served to keep her as rigid as absolutely possible, prompting her twitching rod to leak sappy droplets of lust as she lined herself up for penetration.
When Anya felt Sabrina’s round, swollen, lube-moistened tip come pushing up against her terrified pucker, her eyes went freshly wide. She tried whimpering and shaking her head, but all that did was make Max chuckle and start thrusting the end of his cock against her cheek, getting a kick out of feeling himself push through her skin, poking his own hand. Sabrina’s face was going dreamy as she began easing her shapely hips closer towards her new fuck-toy, her mouth hanging open in a smile as Anya’s virginal sphincter slowly began opening up. Anya screwed her eyes shut tight and began crying out against Max’s cock, her face flushing to a rather entertaining shade of orange before settling on a deep red. She had never done this before, and this was not how she had imagined it would happen!
She lightly kicked her legs in the air and twitched her feet around, crying out for justice until Max began deepening her face-fuck. When the tip of his cock began poking at the back of her throat on every thrust, Anya’s eyes reopened, falling silent with a gag in a bid to prevent him from trying to go any deeper. Sabrina gave a hungry chuckle as she neared entry. Anya’s sweet little ring may not have wanted to make way, especially for a guest so girthy, but the lube had greased the hinges, and Sabrina was not taking “no” for an answer any more than Max would. Just before she slipped through into Anya’s silkiness, she breathlessly remarked “I don’t normally get off on being angry like this, but for you, I’ll make an exception!”
Sabrina pushed through, giving a long, shuddering moan. The base of the plug visibly twitched between her fleshy cheeks as she helplessly clenched her backdoor, milking her own anal invader. Anya shut her eyes, again. She stuck her legs straight up into the air, giving a tense groan of discomfort against the end of Max’s prick. Of course, with the way now opened, Sabrina didn’t simply stop with the tip. Perish the thought. She went all in, immediately pushing more of herself inside, feeding inch after inch until she was forcing her way through Anya’s tunnel, cramming into her depths. Anya’s eyelids fluttered open as sweat began to appear on her burning face. Her eyes began to roll up into her skull as her breathing escalated. She gave such a contrite, devastated groan, Max and Sabrina both had to have a sensible chuckle at her expense.
Sabrina looked down and watched herself with an amused half-grin, lightly biting her fang down on her lower lip. The closer she came to hilting Anya, the more Anya’s crotch flushed with colour, turning a noticeably darker shade of gold as trickles of her nectar crept from within her cleft. Looking down at Anya’s face, Max remarked “Y’know, Sabrina, I think you might’ve just popped her black cherry. That’d make two of my lady friends whose asses you’ve pumped before me...Funny how both of them were the snooty elves, huh?” The idea quickly had Sabrina breathing hard like a lecher. “Oh, gods. Please let that be the case,” she commented. “Please let me have taken this bitch’s virginity. Are all elves as tight as Gabby and Anya?”
Just as Sabrina began hilting Anya, giving a contented grunt in the process, she watched as the elf’s upraised legs gave the cutest little twitch. Before her very eyes, Anya abruptly fell into an orgasm. As Sabrina finished sinking in the last of her nine or so inches, a sudden squirt of watery girl-cum trickled from Anya’s mound, splashing her crotch as well as the inside of a thigh. As if that weren’t exposure enough, Anya’s entire body gave a quake as a long, shuddering exhale drifted out of her nose, teardrops slowly trickling from the corners of her eyes. Sabrina gave a short laugh, reached her hand down, and vulgarly parted Anya’s peach, opening her up for a look at her love tunnel. The little whore was already slavering, and her tiny pearl of a clit was as engorged as it could get, firm like a button as it ached for someone’s touch.
Sabrina mercilessly gave Anya’s clitoris a pinch, making the elf tense up and give a little cry against Max’s cock. Max curled his lip up with annoyance. He took advantage of her scream, turning his hips to the side a little more before pushing inwards. When he started sliding into her flexing gullet, Anya’s eyes went wide, again. She tried to cough through her nose, spit shooting past her lips as she hacked against him. The surreal sight of his undercarriage, upside-down as it drew closer to her eyes, accompanied the feeling of an oversized pole filling her throat, violating her. Sabrina started up a pumping rhythm against Anya as Max sank himself all the way in, feeling the way her lips slid deeper in across his meat in a taut “0,” the man refusing to stop until he felt his undercarriage pushing up against Anya’s nose.
When he pulled all the way back out, Anya coughed hard for air, which only made Max give her quaking breasts a slap, prompting a short scream to jump out of her. Sabrina bit her bottom lip and grinned, holding Anya’s thighs steady as she crushed her hips inwards, pulling them back sharply in spite of Anya’s dreadfully tight ring. Max watched Anya’s face as she stopped coughing. Breathing fast and ragged, tears were trickling from her eyes more and more, yet her face had gone as flush as a tomato. Baring her teeth, her eyes wide, she snapped “Do it, you big bastard! Don’t stop! I don’t regret anything I said! I’m not sorry!” “We’ll see about that,” Max answered, grinning at her resistance.
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for him, and he accepted the obvious invitation faster than she had anticipated. Her throat bulged out in a quick wave as he pushed himself back into her gullet, chuckling at the way she gagged and tried to cough. Sabrina started grinning as she angled her cock, a little. She slowly took in a deep inhale, like a languid gasp, as a tiny little bulge began to push through Anya’s belly on every hard inwards thrust. Her red eyes went wide with exhilaration as she watched the tip of her cock push through Anya’s stomach every time she hilted her, bumping through her catacombs. Whether Anya knew what was happening or not, whatever she felt was enough to make sweat droplets visibly bead across her cleavage and stomach, her trembling hands clenching hard at the bed sheets on either side of her body.
Trying not to laugh, Sabrina excitedly said “Max, look! I don’t believe it! I’ve never seen that, before!” Max looked up and gave a laugh, remarking “Be careful, Sabrina, you’ll break her before I can get to her!” Sabrina grinned and started pulling her hips back, warmly encouraging him with “Let’s swap places, I want to see you make her belly bulge!” The two of them laughed uproariously to themselves as they pulled their respective cocks free from their plaything, leaving Anya breathlessly panting as she stared up at the cave ceiling. She tried to look up as Max went around to her other end, but when Sabrina came into her peripheral vision, long lotion-slathered cock bouncing around, Anya dropped her head and breathlessly cried out “No! Wipe it off, at least! You can’t make me do it!”
“I most certainly can,” Sabrina retorted, grinning. After Max had grabbed Anya’s legs, he lined himself up, curled his lip up, and forced himself closer to her body, grunting contentedly as he slid in. Anya screwed her eyes shut and wailed, moaning out a damningly long “Ooohhhhhhhhh-huh...!” Sabrina grinned and pinched Anya’s nose, plugging her nostrils. Anya gave a short scream of frustration, but left her mouth wide open to breathe. Sabrina stopped plugging the Altmer’s nose once she had gotten her tip into the woman’s mouth. Anya opened her eyes and watched Sabrina’s heavy, meaty balls slide closer to her face as the cool taste of the lotion filled her mouth, tingling her throat. Sabrina gave a long, hungry hum, then remarked “Don’t worry, Anya, the lotion’s perfectly edible, even after where it’s been.”
Anya screwed her eyes shut tight at the humiliating reminder. She felt Sabrina lean over her and plant her hands down against her breasts, preparing herself to start thrusting a deep beat. Once Sabrina’s oversized reactors were touching her eyelids, the vampire drew her hips back, and pushed back in. With her chin to Sabrina’s mons, Anya could almost feel the vampire’s stomach rise and fall with each needy breath. Max, meanwhile, had gone in nearly dry. If it weren’t for her own spit and the lotion Sabrina had left behind in her ass, she’d be getting reamed out a whole lot more uncomfortably. As it was, Max reached the same depths Sabrina had gotten to, then went just that extra bit deeper. Anya felt her stomach go a little taut at one spot, and Sabrina just gave a breathless laugh.
Max stared down at the elf’s blushing cunt as he began pounding away, refusing to let her tightness slow him down. He pulled back a few inches, then plunged them back into her depths, mercilessly humping into the bottom of her body, slapping his loins against her ass and the undersides of her thighs. It was cute to see the way her stomach bulged, but it made things more tiring than it needed to be to angle himself so sharply, and so gave up on the gag. Anya’s mound was nonetheless already sopping wet with leaked lust, her lips still drenched with her first orgasm. He grinned and slapped his hand down against her, making her entire body give a sensitive jolt at the cruel smack. When he stuck his thumb into her cleft and found her buzzer, she curled her toes in the air. When he began diddling his thumb left and right, her hands clenched at the bed sheets so hard, her knuckles started going white.
She couldn’t hold out for longer than a minute before, as Sabrina pulled back to give her a chance to breathe, she started crying out, upraised legs twitching and jerking as she clenched her toes. Max watched as she gushed like a geyser, squirting over and over again like the repressed slut she was. Every time he thrust in and crammed himself up her oh-so-sweet backdoor, another spurt sprayed out of her, splashing both herself and his crotch. Sabrina loudly teased her, calling out “You dirty little girl, look at you cum! We haven’t even gotten off, yet! Can’t you hold it in for more than five minutes?!” Anya gave an anguished cry, trilling against the cock sitting in her mouth. Finally, her chest shooting up and down from the force of her gasping, her arms quaking as she pulled at the bed sheets, the waterworks finally came to a stop.
Max snapped his fingers and gestured for Sabrina to back off. Without question, she pulled her cock out of Anya’s mouth, letting the Altmer loudly pant away. Max started pulling his cock out of her ass, watching the way her poor sphincter helplessly gripped down at him, hugging down around his length as he slid out. Finally, her rosebud caught around his tip, and when he harshly pulled out with a vaguely recognizable pop, Anya gave such a shuddering exhale, Max thought she might fall into another gush, right then and there. He reached down and gave her quim another little slap, which yet again made her body helplessly jerk against the bed, a great twitch flying through her from sensitivity.
Max leaned over between Anya’s upraised legs, bringing the tip of his cock to her burning-hot slit. He poked the helmet of his manhood against her soft, malleable mound of pussy-flesh, feeling her hot cleft easily open up with the slightest of pressure from his slick rod. He put one hand down against Anya’s throat, grabbing her tight enough to make breathing difficult, watching the way her face began flushing with a fresh wave of red. His brow furrowed, the man was grinning as he ordered “Tell us what you want, you cranky bitch! You know what you deserve, you know you were misbehaving! Tell us what you want, now!” Tears flowed more freely from Anya’s closed eyes. As loudly as she could, given his hand on her throat, she began crying out, her voice rising into a shout the more she confessed.
“I wanna be punished! Make me sorry! I’ve been bad! I’ve been so fucking bad! Please, punish me! I deserve it! Punish me, you pathetic fucking humans! Yes! Put it in! Oh, gods!”
Max immediately started plunging his hips in. His tip poked through her hot lips, found her molten love canal, and started slipping in, stretching her underused snatch around his thick flagpole. Perhaps Anya realized at the last possible second that she might’ve bitten off more than she could chew, because once he started sinking in, the breath caught in her throat as she pulled a face. Her eyes almost bugged out as they crossed, her lips pouting out in a tiny “o” that only widened into more of a slack jawed gape, the deeper he went. He watched her blink the focus back into her eyes, grinning at the dazed look on her face. She seemed lost, for a second. She gazed at him as he leaned over her, hands down against the bed on either side of her shoulders, his cock quickly reaching the end of her tunnel, putting a distinctly uncomfortable look on her face as he bumped the end of her canal.
Anya, eyes wide and glistening, raised her head and looked down between their bodies, her teeth going on edge. Gods, he went deep. Her puffy peach was split around his spear, greedily swallowing him up in a tight, wet embrace, her throbbing buzzer aching for him to start thrusting. It was finally happening. Maximus was finally fucking her. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, letting out a cry when he tried forcing in another inch. With a chuckle, he said “By Talos, you’re a tight one. Mm. That should be my new project, checking to see how long it takes to loosen you up, you self-righteous little prig. I wonder if that’d change your fucking attitude?” Anya’s jaw trembled before she blurted out “Oh, gods, yes!”
Max grinned. Anya was a bit more interesting in the sack than he had ever realized. He had always known she had a thing for being in charge, yes, but that had only left her incompatible, with him. That was another part of the reason he had thus far left her out of the fun, forcing her to sit on the sidelines and watch. If she also enjoyed the edge of being pushed around, however, just like Bunny, well...Sadomasochism, he could work with. Chuckling at the prospect, he reached down and shoved his hands underneath her body, taking her by the back. The slut hooked her legs around his waist, locking the two of them together, sealed cunt-to-cock like rutting animals.
Max lifted her up in his arms, pulling her upright until her chest were mashing against his, the High Elf supported only by his arms and the lengthy prick she sat over. He felt her pin her chin down over his shoulder, helping to lock their bodies together before she threw her arms around him, possessively embracing him. With her now supporting herself, Max dropped his hands to her ass, gripping her golden cheeks tight enough to sink his fingers into her. Parting her cheeks as wide as he could get them, he thrust against her a few times, feeling her body tense and deflate against him with every quick, needy breath. Looking over Anya’s shoulder, he signalled Sabrina with a shrug of his eyebrows, grinning before he looked downwards.
Sabrina couldn’t help but chortle, grinning as she gave her well-oiled battering ram a few idle strokes. Once more, into the breach! Max raised a hand and clapped it back down, spanking Anya’s left cheek with a resounding whap. Anya quaked against his body, letting out a shivering groan by his ear. “M-Max,” she breathed, trying hard to keep her voice down. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this...” She began digging her fingernails into his back, clawing him with how tightly she wanted to press him against herself, hoping it would help make him see just how much she had needed this. “What took you so long?...” “Heh. I wouldn’t thank me just yet, Anya,” he remarked, winking at Sabrina.
Anya was clueless until the head of another slab of man-meat poked against her abused pucker, her poor backdoor greased with lotion and sensitive from the earlier stretching. Sabrina grabbed Anya’s hips, ensuring the Altmer didn’t try and leap away. When Sabrina started pushing her way back in to the relaxing tunnel, prying her tip through Anya’s sore ring, the High Elf pulled her head back from Max’s chin, looking him in the eyes with an enormous scowl on her face. Her eyes wide, she blurted out “Not both at-!” just before Sabrina got past the gates, slipping Anya her meat just as quickly and deeply as before, forcing her long baton through the elf’s tunnels until she was hilting her round little ass.
Anya screwed her eyes shut and howled, jaw hanging open as she cried out, hanging her head back as she pierced Max’s skin with her fingernails. Max and Sabrina could feel each other’s rigid poles through Anya’s two orifices, and it was more than a little satisfying to feel each other battering their toy’s insides. However it made Anya feel, she answered the double penetration by clenching down over both invaders with both holes, perhaps hoping to eject one or the other. The Altmer groaned out “Ohhhhrrgh, fuckers, you filthy Imperials! Gods damn you! One of you, take it out! It’s too fucking much!” Max felt Sabrina withdraw a few inches, and he did the same. When they both thrust back in with perfect synchronicity, Anya gave a uncomfortable groan.
“...Is everything alright, down here? We’re hearing some weird...Noises...”
Anya gasped and turned her head as best she could, peering wide-eyed over her shoulder. Gabriella was standing at the corner of the nearest bookshelf, having crept all the way in to the back of the cave, just to check on the trio. Max and Sabrina never stopped their new rhythm, pumping their hips hard enough to make Anya’s ass and thighs ripple back and forth between their loins. Anya, face redder than Gabriella had ever seen it, face streaked with tears, lips and chin smeared with saliva, arms thrown around Max like a newlywed on her honeymoon, looked at Gabriella with the sort of animal shock and horror that she had only seen on people caught sipping on Skooma bottles.
Anya’s shaking jaw fell open as she descended into another long, harsh moan, teary eyes closing to slits at being discovered. Seeing was believing, and Anya was clearly delighted to be getting sausage slipped to her from both ends. There was Sabrina, thrusting into her rear side with a rather large butt-plug quite visibly crammed between her cheeks, grunting as she forced her pipe into Anya’s own, checking the Altmer’s plumbing right up to the balls. Then there was Maximus at her front, pummelling her pussy with as much of his foot-long monster as he could fit inside her, no doubt grinding her G-spot with every jolting movement. Anya, her voice lilting as she inched towards another orgasm, blubbered out “No, don’t look!”
Max raised his eyebrows and looked over. Rather nonchalantly, he said “...Oh. Hi, Gabby. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Sabrina looked over, giving an innocent, fang-exposing grin, her thrusting never so much as even pausing. Everyone just kind of stared at each other for a moment, all while the slapping and clapping noises of the tag-team match never ceased. Gabriella simply raised her eyebrows and turned right around, refusing to watch her fellow elf get Eiffel Towered for a single second more. As she walked away, Anya began quaking, blurting out “You fuckers! You’re fucking breaking me!” “Oh, you want us to break you, eh?” Max asked, grinning.
The sudden creamy gush against his cock was all the answer he needed, but Anya descended into another long, quaking sigh. With a defiant cry, she opened her mouth and bit down on his shoulder, whipping her tongue against his skin, relishing the taste of his sweat. “You little bitch, knock that off!” Max ordered, trying not to laugh at the surprisingly feral move. Sabrina gave a soft moan, sweat making her spectacles slip over the bridge of her nose as she sightlessly stared off into the distance. The base of the plug began twitching more frequently between her cheeks, rhythmically shifting as she clenched her backdoor, teasing her own prostate with the giant bulb of the plug.
A little short of breath, she demanded “Is this what you want, Anya? An assful of cum? Because, here it comes! Maybe you’ll finally understand why I like it, so much! This is what you fucking deserve!”
Anya sobbed. “No no no, don’t-!” Sabrina shut her eyes and let her mouth hang open, letting out a steamy moan against the back of Anya’s neck. The long claymore in Anya’s ass jumped, thrashing against her throbbing insides, pulsating with Sabrina’s heartbeat, pounding against Max’s own through the thin wall separating them. When Sabrina started cumming, Anya was damn well aware. The first lance of her thick, sticky slime flew inside her, colliding somewhere inside her pipes in a hot, clogging mess. Sabrina moaned again, and Anya clenched as hard as she could, trying to stop Sabrina from defiling her any further. Instead, she only resigned herself to feeling Sabrina’s cum-vein tense up with every spurt, clearly defined for her to feel against her sensitive crinkle. Anya gave a long groan, which eventually transformed into a halfhearted “Stop it, you freak!”
Anya blubbered, giving shaky exhales as tears ran down her face. She waited for the tenses in Sabrina’s urethra to stop, but in the meantime, that hot, heavy feeling was escalating in her backdoor, while Max had never stopped pounding into her front, crushing her poor pussy like the damn thing owed him a debt...Which, considering all the things Anya had done to him in the past, it may as well have. Sabrina alerted Anya that she was done by giving a long, shuddering moan, the vampire giving a sharp, girly “Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh...” Anya’s quivering lips pressed hard together. She waited as, over the course of ten agonizingly slow seconds, Sabrina lazily dragged her fuck-meat back out of her ass, slipping herself free from Anya’s vise-like grip.
Once her tip fell free, Sabrina’s long, veiny hunk of meat, smeared blue and white with varying lubes, came hanging free with a bounce, spearing down towards the bed in triumph, idly twitching as it recovered. A couple errant droplets of milky white slowly beaded over Sabrina’s swollen tip, staining her bed sheets with the marks of lust when they fell. Max was still holding Anya’s cheeks apart, leaving Sabrina a show to observe. She watched with a grin as Anya tried desperately to clench her ass, hoping to spare herself the indignity of actually leaking semen from that place. Instead, all she could do was slow the process down. Sabrina had blown her load pretty deep, it was true, but the vampire could dredge up one heck of a nasty, jelly-thick wad whenever she was turned on enough.
Not all of it was just going to disappear into the ether. With Max around, sanctioning her use of her own cock to ream out somebody else’s ass, and with her victim being such an annoyingly persistent fly that had been buzzing around her head for weeks, well...Sabrina had not held back. Anya’s sphincter, yawning with confusion in a pit the size of a Septim, weakly flexed as the Altmer clenched. White began to ooze over her unlocked pucker, dribbling free. Anya sobbed and tried her best to clench, but she couldn’t maintain the pressure for more than a couple moments before she was opening back up, allowing rivulets of Sabrina’s thick, milky spunk to trickle from her hole.
“Y...You bi-hi-hitch!” Anya blubbered out. In petty defiance, she started pushing, making her gaping ring flex and engorge as she tried leaking out as much semen as possible. Sabrina chuckled and reached over, unceremoniously pushed two fingers into Anya’s tunnel, and jiggled her hand around, vibrating the elf’s ass with her digits. Anya immediately shouted out “Stop that!” which only had Sabrina laughing. Max, breathing heavy, abruptly started to shift his positioning, carrying Anya into a new spot. Sabrina slipped her fingers free to let the elf go, then watched as Max laid her down over her back, her crotch brought right up to the edge of the bed. He reached back and forced her to unhook her legs from around him, but she got the hint before he needed to pull her hands away, too.
Her lying there on the bed, vulnerable like he had never seen before, had him smirking. He left himself inside her quim, but made no effort to move himself aside from the natural motions that occurred as he leaned over her, catching himself with one hand, the other going to her throat, again. She gazed up at him with eyes closed to dreamy slits, her mouth barely open as she breathed all more ragged while he squeezed her throat. When he squeezed harder than he had the first time, her face began to flush, and he wasn’t entirely convinced it was solely because the pressure in her head had escalated. Did this little freak have a thing for choking? My oh my, Anya had all kinds of skeletons in her closet, didn’t she? What would the rest of the team think, Anya? Think of your reputation as a stoic, stalwart soldier!
Grinning, Max kept his voice low. Casually, he asked “Now, Anya. Are you ready to get finished off? Are you ready to finish me off? That is what you came down here for, isn’t it? We know you were all kinds of horny, coming down here. You probably got wet seeing me and Sabrina, didn’t you? No wonder you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You were just a little jealous, weren’t you?” As best she could, she choked out “Y...Yes! Chk...I needed you! I’ve always needed you! Please, Max!” When Max let go of her throat, she took in a deep breath, quaked as endorphins flooded her, then panted out “Please, Max...More...Hurt me more! I’m sorry for everything I ever did to you! I never meant it! Make me regret it! I’ll do anything for your forgiveness! Oh gods, yes, I’ve been bad!”
“No, you’re not sorry yet, but you sure will be, you little hypocrite,” Max remarked, making her shudder in humiliation at the insult. When he looked over at Sabrina and nodded for her to come over, Anya wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Was she going to be made to clean off Sabrina’s pole, now that she had blown her load up Anya’s ass? Maybe more face-fucking? Perhaps, Sabrina jerking off over Anya’s mouth until she gave her a facial, or blew a load across her tits? None of the above, as it turned out. Something...More intimate, instead. Max pushed Anya’s knees up until her thighs were sticking out from her hips at ninety degree angles, getting her legs nice and wide to keep them out of the way. Then, Sabrina got down on her knees overtop Anya, her entire body weight pressing into Anya’s thighs through her knees, making sure the woman’s legs stayed open.
Playfully, Sabrina let the rest of her legs stick out alongside Anya’s own, tickling Anya’s calves with her toes. Anya stared up at Sabrina, watching her with dazed confusion as she planted her hands down against Anya’s shoulders, further ensuring that the woman beneath her was utterly trapped, helpless to the two dominators. Undoubtedly, they had already made Anya’s night, if not her month. Now, they were going to make it even better. Sabrina gave Anya a little smirk, briefly reaching a hand up to her face to adjust her spectacles, over the bridge of her nose. “Just remember that you asked for this, Anya,” she muttered, dropping her hand to hold the other woman’s shoulder, again.
When Maximus unexpectedly gave her enormous bubble butt a crisp spank, Sabrina instantly shut her eyes and sucked in a loud gasp, arching her eyebrows. Max grinned at the way a vague red hand print instantly appeared over her pale seat cushion, watching the way her juicy derriere briefly jiggled around the base of her plug. Trying not to chuckle, Max remarked “By Ysmir, you stick this ass in my face, you expect me not to play with it? Give me a shake, Sabrina. Remind me how juicy that fat ass of your’s is, and maybe I’ll still fuck you, too, when we’re done with this thing, down here.” Max signalled to Anya he was referring to her, just in case she was confused, by flexing his cock inside her, making himself tense up and hop against her milking twat. Anya just groaned in meek acknowledgement.
Sabrina swallowed some excess saliva, her face going a touch pink at how he exerted control over her. She still held dominion over Anya, but her new toy now had to watch as her mistress pleasured her own master - a bit embarrassing, least of all for how much Sabrina clearly enjoyed giving the show. She immediately slipped back into the warm, comforting embrace of submissiveness, something Max spotted by how much more intently she clenched at her plug. “L...Like this?” Sabrina cooed, looking back over her shoulder. She quickly swayed her hips left and right, snapping her hips to jiggle her cheeks before pulling back in the opposite direction. Anya raised her head and looked downwards. Past Sabrina’s humongous tits, her erect prick was bobbing back and forth, her full undercarriage swinging like a pendulum between her thick, creamy thighs.
Max grinned and watched, his eyes swaying to and fro in time with her swaying bubble butt. Sabrina started to smile, the pink in her face escalating to red. “Or...Like this, perhaps?” She began bouncing her hips up and down, sending her gorgeous ass shaking around to a beat only she could hear. She picked up the pace until she was jiggling herself so vigorously, the bed was beginning to creak under Anya’s body. Always, the transparent base of her glass plug was visible between her cheeks, keeping the star of her sphincter open in a round, dark hole. The poor vampire’s packed beanbag swung around so forcefully that it eventually made Sabrina give a grunt of discomfort, but she didn’t stop her dance until Maximus finally expressed his satisfaction by raising both hands and slapping them down against her cheeks, clapping her mass of ass so hard that both sides were given fresh hand prints.
“Alright, that’s good enough!” He chuckled, grinning. Sabrina beamed over her shoulder, the red only slowly beginning to leave her face. More gently this time, he patted both of her cheeks, making them jiggle against each other like a bowlful of jelly as he said “I started this night wanting to plow my little Anal Queen, and I’m not going back on my word. But, first, let’s finish this other one off. She’s been trying to milk the cum out of me ever since I stopped thrusting. It’s kind of cute, actually, if impatient.” Sabrina grinned, but it subsided to a smirk as she looked down at Anya. Once more in control, she started easing her hips down. Max put one hand over the base of her spine, just above her tush, to help guide her down.
Once the tip of Sabrina’s cock came down to touch his shaft, she had her guideline to follow. Sabrina looked down as best as she could, but it was more or less impossible until she brought a hand over and held a breast to the side, opening up her cleavage for a window. When she saw their cocks touching, Sabrina couldn’t resist shuddering, a tremble running down her spine as she gave a coo of delight. She committed the sight to memory - if only they could have more contact, like this! She lightly slid her hips forwards, letting her cock follow his. Anya just watched Sabrina’s face with confusion, trying to turn her face out of the other woman’s long, black curtain of silky hair, hanging past her right side.
When Anya felt the tip of a second cock push against her clit, her eyes went so wide, they could’ve popped out of their sockets. Sabrina looked back up with a malevolent grin, brow furrowing deep as clear panic overtook the Altmer. Anya barely sucked in a quiet gasp before, mouth hanging open wide, she blurted out “No, wait, stop! Don’t! No, seriously! Y...You can’t! I’m being serious! You’ll never fit!” “Shut up,” Max callously dismissed. He reached out and used his thumbs to help spread open Anya’s peach a little more, but it didn’t do much besides make Anya panic even more. The Altmer began struggling, trying to jerk around and get free, but Sabrina had the woman quite securely locked in place.
Raising her voice, Anya nearly shrieked “You can’t both fit! Max doesn’t even fit, all the way! You’re gonna break my fucking pussy! Don’t do it! Please, Sabrina! I’m sorry for calling you a man! I never meant it! You’ll...You’ll hurt me!” Sabrina just snapped “You’ve had this coming for a long time, Anya! Remember this feeling, the next time you act like such an arrogant little bitch!” “No! Oh, gods!” Anya screamed, her voice going sharp. Sabrina started pushing, hard. Anya gave a loud, long cry of discomfort, body jerking underneath Sabrina. Slowly, Max and Sabrina’s cocks began to compress against each other hard enough, and Anya’s love tunnel stretched wide enough, to let Sabrina’s tip begin inching inside, cramming into the elf’s pink.
Anya screamed, tears running freely from her eyes. It hurt. It hurt, good. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, half moaning and half screaming, all caught in her throat. Inches went in. Sabrina’s eyes immediately began rolling back into her skull. Her mouth hung open as she let out a low “Ooooh...” Max chuckled, feeling Anya become exceedingly tight as more and more of what little free space there was left inside her was thoroughly filled up by Sabrina’s girth. Anya blubbered as Sabrina began thrusting as best she could, jerking her hips back and forth. Max joined in, and the two of them quickly realized that pumping in opposition to one another would just make things too difficult. Without communicating, they began thrusting in unison, together fucking Anya with what was essentially an inhumanly thick cock, reaming her out all the way to her deepest recesses.
Anya eventually opened her eyes. Sabrina grinned at how the elf sightlessly rolled her eyes around, her orange eyes occasionally crossing before refocusing. Clearly, she was delirious, either from agony or ecstasy - maybe both. Max gave a laugh and said “She must feel like she’s getting fisted!” Sabrina gave a sensitive grunt as Anya squeezed down, around them. Playfully, she said “If I can fit a plug this big up my ass, she can take two cocks in her tight little snatch! Likely won’t be so tight after tonight, but hey, she needs to learn her lesson sometime!” Anya sobbed, feebly trying to raise her head to witness what was being done to her. Perhaps mercifully, she couldn’t see herself getting pumped by two pricks of such size past Sabrina’s mammaries. She dropped her head back down and gave a keening moan.
When they both felt her insides quake right before she gushed, they laughed. Anya sobbed, her face going bright red as she gasped for air. Max took a step back, pulling his cock free. Anya immediately gave a great sigh as the pressure in her quim was relieved, and when Sabrina, too, withdrew, she thought it was all over. Instead, she heard the slick slapping sounds of two people stroking themselves into a frenzy, and above that, Max ordering “Hey, don’t pass out, yet! Open wide!” Anya raised her head, looking across her body at them. What, did they want to cum in her mouth? They stood side-by-side between her spread legs, both stroking their cocks hard and fast, Max with his right hand, Sabrina with her left. Sabrina’s tits shaking from her pumping arm, she grinned and pointed a dainty finger down at Anya’s crotch. Max, a nasty grin on his face, simply repeated “Open. Up.”
Anya stared at them with blank realization. She knew what they wanted. Giving a trembling mumble of acknowledgement, she reached down with both hands. She grimaced, a little, as she touched herself, slipping two fingers into her love tunnel, followed by another two. Body quaking with adrenaline, she started pulling, gently stretching herself open. Her arms trembled. She had no idea how open she could get herself - it was more than a bit uncomfortable, after all, and it probably felt three times worse than it actually was in reality - but she did her best, surprised by her own body’s elasticity. When she felt her walls part inside, she nearly sobbed. Max and Sabrina inched a little closer towards her, aiming their cocks towards her. Anya’s nostrils flared as she began hyperventilating, the Altmer biting her lip to keep from crying out. When Sabrina closed her eyes and started hanging her head back, when Max’s jaw started to tighten, Anya knew the end was nigh.
With their plaything holding open her gaping twat, Max and Sabrina couldn’t resist. They both gave a moan when they fell into their orgasms, Max low and restrained, Sabrina high and long. Anya’s eyes widened and watered anew as she watched them finish themselves off, streamers of white bursting from the tips of their manhoods, splashing against her in hot ropes. Some landed over her lips, and when one hit her directly over her clitoris, the heat of the semen and the raw eroticism of the act nearly had her falling into another little orgasm, of her own. Max and Sabrina stepped even closer to the gaping elf, pushing their hips in until they could shove the tips of their pricks against her love tunnel, ensuring that the rest of their spurting loads went straight into her flexing, drooling snatch.
Anya closed her eyes and finally sobbed, mouth hanging open wide as the heat inside her grew and grew. She could feel their spunk spilling against her fingers as it ran deeper still. Max and Sabrina both gave a couple little grunts and sighs as they finished pumping their deposits, considerably slowing down their stroking as they milked themselves, drawing out the last of their semen from their cum-veins. The both of them, grinning with exhilaration, let go of their cocks, and Anya similarly stopped holding open her poor, abused womanhood, slipping her fingers out of herself with an exhausted sigh to allow herself a chance to assume her natural shape. Jokingly, Max remarked “I wonder who the father will be?”
Sabrina gave a groan, then chuckled and answered “By the Nine, I hope it’s you.” Anya could do nothing except give a weary whimper. The last thing she heard before she blacked out was Maximus chuckling. When she slipped back into wakefulness, the first thing she heard was Sabrina, the woman giving a soft chuckle, followed by a contented hum. “...Mmm. I’m certain the others are already awake by now,” she murmured, barely above a whisper. “No doubt they’re all terribly curious what became of Anya...Assuming, of course, Gabby didn’t have a laugh letting everyone know.” Just as quietly, Max answered “They can put two and two together. Gabby won’t need to say a thing. I’m a little surprised Lana didn’t come on down and try to butt in, actually.”
Anya opened her eyes, a crack. She was lying on her side, facing away from the two of them. She was near the far edge of the bed, with the cave wall well within arm’s reach. The side of her head was on the edge of the pillow, while the bed sheets had been pulled up to her shoulders. Evidently, one of the other two had tucked her in, a surprisingly sentimental gesture, given the ravishing they had so gleefully given her. She raised her head a little, turning to look over her shoulder. As the two of them came into view, Max pleasantly enough said “Well, look who’s up. Rise and shine, you.” Anya gave a long, tired sigh through her nose, raising a hand to rub the sleep from her eyes. Max was lying on his back next to her, shoulders propped up against Sabrina’s pillow, letting him sit up, a little.
Sabrina was at his other side, lying over her hip to face him, propping herself up with an elbow. She was so close to him that her stupendous breasts were resting over his arm as well as part of his chest, alongside an arm she had draped across him, her slender fingers affectionately tracing invisible sigils over the center of his chest. If she had wanted to kiss him, all it would take were a tiny lean in...While Anya, meanwhile, was near the wall, a foot apart from them like some pariah. She rolled over onto her back, then turned onto her other side, closing the distance between Max and herself. She closed her eyes, letting the side of her face press into the same cushiony pillow beneath Max’s shoulders. In little more than a groan, she mumbled “Yeah, I’m up...”
“Sleep well?” Sabrina asked, a small smile on her face. Anya shrugged with her eyebrows. “Like a rock,” she murmured. “I haven’t slept this restfully in weeks.” Max smiled more, while Sabrina briefly grinned. “Lana’s probably already putting together some breakfast, if you’re hungry,” he offered. Anya barely shook her head, against the pillow. “No, I’m fine...” “Ready to get paid, then?” Sabrina asked. Anya simply gave a noncommital hum, one shoulder hopping in half a shrug. She opened her eyes a little, a couple seconds later. She stared at Max’s shoulder for a moment, then raised her eyes to his. Tersely, she confessed “...Last night was terrific.”
Sabrina smiled widely, while Max smirked, trying not to grin. Sabrina leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek as he said “Yeah, I had a funny feeling you enjoyed yourself.” Looking over at Anya, Sabrina softly asked “How long had it been since your last time?” Anya looked off to the side, then mumbled “...If I told you, you’d only laugh at me. So, I won’t.” “That long, eh?” Max prodded, grinning. Anya didn’t say anything, opting instead to roll her eyes. Somewhat belligerently, she remarked “Well, it was terrific right up until that last part, there, where I told you not to do something, and you both went ahead and did it, anyway. That part, I could’ve done without.”
Max sucked his teeth before he grinned, a bit of condescension in his voice as he remarked “Aw, you’ll get over it. You were gushing like a hot spring, there’s no point trying to act like you didn’t get off on it.” Anya looked down at his arm, no discernable expression on her face. A couple seconds later, she looked up again, venturing to ask “...How come it took us so long to do this, Max? You’ve made me watch you sleep with everyone else. Why did it take you so long to try, with me? I wasn’t acting as well as I could’ve. I know you knew how I felt.” Raising an eyebrow, he somewhat wearily, yet entirely readily, remarked “Well, ‘cause you’re a bitch.” Her brow furrowed a touch, but she started to smile, a little. “That never stopped you with Gabriella,” she quipped.
Sabrina gave a chortle, lips spreading in a wide smile. Max grinned and said “Well, Gabby’s a special case. I can handle a little ice queen if I know there’s something warm, waiting to come out. Plus, she was my only lady friend, at the time. With you, well, I always planned on dealing with you, but you’re not the only person I want to spend time with, in case you haven’t noticed. Plus, on nights like yesterday, I’m just looking to forget the bullshit, not give myself a headache. A headache was what I almost got, anyway, thanks to you. Still, it turned out alright. I finally got to take you for a spin, and now, you can finally stop being so grumpy. Maybe, if you’re easier to get along with from now on, we’ll even have some real one-on-one time, at some point.”
His brow furrowed, a touch. “...And, I’d recommend not badmouthing Gabby right in front of me, again,” he added. “I’m sorry,” Anya readily apologized. “I just meant...Well, she is a little cold, and don’t try telling me she isn’t. You know she is.” Max raised his eyebrows, grinned, and said “Of course I know, that’s part of why I like her! She’s not so catty anymore, but I bet I’ll be getting the silent treatment for a bit, after this. Ah, well. She’ll get over it.” Anya was quiet, for a moment. Eventually, she reached her hand over under the covers, walking two fingers across his stomach. “So,” she mumbled, her cheeks beginning to go a little pink. She let her eyes roam up his arm towards his face, her lips barely moving as she asked “...Being catty won’t make you any more likely to sleep with me? I thought you liked punishing catty women. You sure let me have it last night, at least. You both did.”
Sabrina momentarily looked up in thought, then looked back down at Anya as she placidly murmured “...Well, that’s because you were in sore need of it. Personally, I don’t normally act that way in bed, but you’ve been getting under my skin ever since we met. I admit, I let my emotions get the best of me.” Max raised an eyebrow, smiled and remarked “Good news is, if you think of Sabrina as a man, you shouldn’t be ashamed of fucking her. I could work with that, come orgy time.” Sabrina lightly slapped his chest with her fingertips, making him grin and chuckle. He gave Anya a wink, nodded for her to come closer, and said “C’mere, gimme a kiss. Let’s mark the occasion. I can’t remember ever kissing you, actually. Just goes to show how rocky we started off.”
Anya gave a surprisingly heartfelt little smile. She shuffled a little closer to him, closing her eyes as she began leaning in. Max gave her a slow few pecks and, thinking she wouldn’t get anything better, she gave him another kiss to his cheek before she slipped back and opened her eyes, once more. He nodded sideways at Sabrina, grinning as he added “Now, don’t be a prude, give Sabrina a little kiss, too. I think the two of you are familiar enough for that, after last night. Make peace after all the nasty things you’ve said to her. I hate it when my lady friends are at each other’s throats. We are a team, after all.”
Anya looked over at Sabrina. Blush made her golden face turn orange. Sabrina, evidently entertained judging by her smile, raised her hand from Max’s chest, lightly tapped her bottom lip with a single fingertip, and quietly instructed “On the lips.” Anya looked sidelong at Max, then started crawling closer to him once more, sidling right up against his side. Sabrina reached her hand out and delicately held Anya by the chin, leaned in over Max’s chest, and gave Anya a deep, slow kiss, followed by a couple smaller pecks. Max watched, grinning like a jackal as Anya reciprocated, her face turning more and more red with every returned kiss. When Sabrina let go of her chin and began to lean back, Anya was quick to follow suit, almost hastily pulling back. Still smiling a bit smugly, Sabrina watched her with half-closed eyes, murmuring “I’m ready to forgive and forget, if you are.”
Anya gave a little nod, reluctantly smiling, a little. “I can go back to a blank slate if you can,” she answered. Max raised an eyebrow and nonchalantly said “You want me to spend more time with you? Show me there’s something fun, for me to find. Oh, I’ll punish you, if you have it coming. Just, show me I won’t be left with a headache, afterwards.” Anya smiled more, looking over to his eyes. She gave a little nod, humming to the affirmative. She think she understood. If finding a balance meant having a healthy sex life, she could adapt. They all started to slip out of bed, and once Max and Anya had gotten dressed, Sabrina walked them to the exit of her cave, then descended back in to sleep the day away. Outside, they found the rest of the ladies eating a light breakfast and getting ready to finish the walk to Markarth. Gabriella walked over, looked at Max, and tiredly said that she had kept watch, all last night.
It hadn’t been fun, she bitterly remarked, and she placed the blame squarely on Anya. Preferably, she could take a nap, once they had reached Markarth. Max just agreed to a tavern visit and walked off, leaving the two ladies behind as he looked for his share of the breakfast. The instant he was out of earshot, Anya leaned in, glared into Gabby’s eyes, and hissed “Not a word.” Gabby just smiled, a little, and gave a noncommital shrug, which only had Anya gnashing her teeth against one another. When Anya spotted Svetlana watching her with a big, smug smile, her face began to feel flush. Gods, if Lana knew, would she ever be able to live it down? Bunny stood up from her spot by the dead fire pit, hurried over, looked up at Anya with obvious concern, and slowly asked “Hey, so...Um...Are you okay?”
Anya raised her eyebrows, keeping a steady poker face as she flatly answered “Yes? Why wouldn’t I be? I feel great. Slept wonderfully.” Bunny kind of narrowed her eyes, holding her hands together by her stomach, nervously fiddling and bending her fingers, together. A little uncertainly, she commented “Well...It’s just...Last night, we heard a whole lot of screaming, down there.” Anya heard Svetlana give a snicker. Anya lightly cleared her throat. Had everyone figured it out, except for Bunny? A little stiffly, Anya answered “Oh. Yes. Well, we were having a bit of a fight. Everything’s fine, now. We came to an understanding, and there’s no hard feelings on either side. We just needed to have a bit of a discussion and vent some things. It was a long time coming.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Svetlana quipped, out of the corner of her mouth. Bunny just gave a bit of a blank stare, for a moment, before she blinked. Starting to smile, she said “Oh. Okay, then. Good to hear! Come on, have some breakfast, Svetlana put together a salad! You’ll love it, she found all these Juniper berries to throw in!” Anya smiled a little, halfheartedly remarking “Sounds great, Bunny. You won’t be able to tear me away.” Bunny took her by the hand and started leading her over towards the fire pit, giving a little giggle. Max looked over his shoulder at her, grinning. They met eyes, and she couldn’t help blushing, again.
Oh, they had come to an understanding, alright. He understood her needs, now. She didn’t think she’d be made to sit on the sidelines, anymore...And, really? She was glad.

(Author's Note - Shazam! Here you guys go, the first sex scene with a legitimate focus on including Anya in a starring role:D. I hope you guys enjoyed the rough sex! It’s too bad there wasn’t enough time to get something like this in the actual plot line of the story, but Anya was pretty late, coming to the party. At least now you guys can see what it would’ve been like, as well as get a better peek at what kind of kinks and preferences Anya has:D. Like I wrote in her sexuality bio, Anya likes it rough - giving as well as receiving. She enjoys humiliating and then being punished for it, afterwards. She’s got her own brand of trouble for Max to deal with in bed, but it seems like, in this scenario at least, Max is ready to handle her.
So, that’s another request done! Anyone have anything else they’d like to see? I really haven’t gotten many requests at all, which is a bit disappointing. Maybe you guys would like ideas to vote on, instead? I have one request waiting, a romantic Max/Sabrina scenario in which Max has become a vampire to live on with Sabrina, but there are a few ideas I had, personally. There’s the idea of, what if Gabriella had actually survived the attack on the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, and had only used the Penitus Oculatus attack to fake her own death in order to run away with Maximus? Then there’s an oldy-but-goody of, what if Max and Gabby lived together somewhere upscale as a noble couple, just like Gabriella had always secretly wanted, only Sabrina lived with them as their naughty maid in a skimpy little outfit, constantly trying to seduce the master of the estate, much to the good mistress’ chagrin?
Then there’s a couple ideas I wasn’t as crazy or inspired about, like what if Svetlana had been put in charge of Bunny as her mistress, or a solo Sabrina scene where she fantasizes about Max while using a bunch of sex toys and possibly ruining her own orgasms into a cup for herself to drink, or even a scene where Svetlana or Anya forces herself onto Gabby and tries to get her to admit to enjoying sex with women. Those are just a few examples of the kinds of things I can have fun with, in bonus chapters. I don’t plan on doing all of those ideas, but I would like to do at least the first three with Max, Gabby, and Sabrina, especially if you guys are interested. I did have some other, more implausible and out-there ideas, but they typically involve transgender content.
If any of those ideas are interesting to you - or not, in fact, especially if you don’t like the ideas - please feel free to let me know, I always love to hear from you guys and would very much enjoy hearing what you guys want to see next, if anything at all:)! And, of course, if you have ideas of your own, shoot them my way in a comment! If they sound fun and get me thinking, I can roll with them:). Really hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and had fun finally seeing Anya have some fun of her own:)! See you in the next one!)
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