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The Forsworn Retribution
Part III - "Rapscallions"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: February 27, 2014

“Well, you’ll be quite happy to know that my team and I cleared out those bandits. Took a few days to get down there, but we killed every last one. The bounty promised seven hundred and fifty Septims, as a reward?” Raerek raised his eyebrows at Maximus, but didn’t smile at the news. Somewhat slowly, the elderly Nord said “Yes, yes...The news has already reached us. Although, there was a slight...Oddity.” Maximus raised an eyebrow, but before he could answer, the Nord simply walked away. Maximus frowned, for a moment, in confusion. He took in a little sniff, his eyes drifting off to the side. He was standing deep in Understone Keep, within a stone’s throw of the Jarl, impressively. He could partially see Jarl Igmund from where he stood, although the Jarl was too busy speaking with his Housecarl to notice the young Imperial.

Leading up to the Mournful Throne, there was a lengthy stone stairway, at the top of which Maximus stood. He leaned against an ancient Dwemer planter, the shrubbery growing out of the top rubbing against his back. The guards watching over the Mournful Throne kept a close eye on Maximus, making sure he didn’t try anything clever. As Maximus waited, a tall figure in a black and gold robe went walking by, immediately earning Maximus’ stare. It was an Altmer male, accompanied by a duo of nearly identical females. Like all Altmer, the three of them were extremely tall, easily reaching several inches above six feet. Their skin was tinted yellowish, an off-gold shade that likely only contributed to an Altmer’s characteristic arrogance. Like all mer, the trio had sharp facial features, more angular than the races of men. The three of them possessed identically coloured eyes, with their large, bright orange-coloured irises standing out starkly against their gold skin.

While the male was dressed in the intimidating hooded robes of the Thalmor, the females flanking him were dressed in traditional Elven armour, with a full set of dark yellow platemail sitting over burgundy leather armour. They were each armed with Elven weapons, with the females each having a sword sheathed at the hip, the male having a mace hanging from a leather loop at his side. At first, the trio kept walking by, but once the male realized that Maximus was staring at him, he slowed to a stop. The females stopped abruptly, narrowly avoiding bumping into the male. Maximus continued to stare at the Thalmor agent, perhaps foolishly not seeing a reason to be afraid of the Altmer. The trio began to stare back at him, their brows furrowing deep. The male spoke with a warning tone in his voice, contempt oozing from every word. “Would you happen to have some sort of eye problem, Imperial? If not, I’d advise you to wipe that glare from your face.”

Maximus kept staring. Flatly, he said “In fact, I do have an eye problem. I have a tendency to stare at people who walk around the Jarl’s palace like they own it.” The male briefly smirked. Quite simply, he said “We do own it.” The male started walking again, paying no further attention to Maximus. One of the females immediately trailed after the male, following in his wake like an obedient lapdog. The second female, however, lingered for a moment, glaring harshly at Maximus.

Just by looking into her eyes, Maximus could see the extreme disdain she held for him. When she looked at him, she didn’t see a human being. She hardly even saw an animal. She simply saw a lesser creature, something annoyingly inferior in every way. She looked him up and down, for a moment, before her lips pursed. Coldly, she said “The worship of Talos is strictly forbidden, Imperial. The punishments are extremely harsh.” Maximus raised his eyebrows. “I’m very well aware of that, High Elf.” He didn’t think much of it at the time, but in hindsight, he felt confused over how she didn’t attempt to correct him. She simply looked away, walking after her superior. Maximus watched her go, tempted to give her a slap over the rump as she walked past him. If it weren’t for her armour, and the simple fact that it probably would’ve been the last thing he ever did, he might’ve gone through with it just to see her jump. As he watched the Thalmor trio from over his shoulder, footsteps approached him from the other direction, the telltale jingling of coins marking the presence of his reward.

Maximus looked back over, watching Raerek approach with a burlap sack in his hands, his green finery almost glowing in the sparse firelight filling the palace. Maximus held out his hands for the reward, but withdrew them, after a moment. Raerek didn’t seem particularly keen on handing over the Septims, just yet. A somewhat suspicious glint was in his eyes as he appraised Maximus, his head gently turning to the side as he spoke. “You know, when we first became aware of the bandits, it was because they had raided a caravan headed for Markarth. The first reports mention some Forsworn activity in the area, and even a Forsworn prisoner that the bandits had taken...Yet, correspondence from Falkreath doesn’t mention any Forsworn corpses at the bandit camp. Curious, that.” Maximus barely raised his eyebrows. Well, this was an issue. How could he have known that the Jarl was aware of Bunny’s existence? Further still, how could he have known that absolute mercilessness was expected of him?

“I saw no Forsworn at the camp. Either the prisoner escaped before we got there, or the bandits already slew and disposed of them. I suppose you wanted to see them dead?” Raerek finally held out the reward, raising an eyebrow. Coolly, he said “Every Forsworn eliminated eases Igmund’s mind. With this war brewing between Ulfric and the Empire, there won’t be any help coming to Markarth, any time soon...The Forsworn are solely our problem, for the time being. As I said before, every Forsworn removed from the hills gives my nephew peace of mind.” Maximus raised an eyebrow, finally laying hands on his reward, holding the sack to his chest. He took advantage of the situation. He may have been lying about his motivations and methods, but he certainly wasn’t lying about his goal. “Well...I’d hate to leave a job half-finished. My team and I could handle some Forsworn. Let me make up losing the prisoner, to the Jarl. If there’s some Forsworn in the area harassing the city, point us in the right direction, and we’ll take care of it...For a nominal fee.”

Raerek raised an eyebrow, briefly looking off to the side. When he looked back to Maximus’ gaze, he simply said “I’ll think on it, discuss it with Igmund. Stay in the city, tonight. I’ll send word for you by tomorrow morning.” Maximus simply nodded, then silently began to depart from the palace. Only once he was outside of the palace, did he take off in a run. He had already known it would be foolish, taking Bunny to Markarth. She may have lacked the facial tattoos of a Forsworn, but she was wearing the same general attire as her old brothers and sisters. If the Jarl had been looking to see her slain, Maximus needed to get her off of the street before she drew unwanted attention to both him and herself.

When he found his lady friends, they were standing around near the Silver-Blood Inn, just outside the clearing by the city entrance. Svetlana and Bunny were chatting to one another, an unusual sight, considering the animosity Nords and Forsworn had for one another. The Dunmer, meanwhile, was pouting off to the side, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against a stone wall. Clearly, she was still upset over losing her gold, likely lamenting the massive shopping spree she could’ve been going on. Rushing up to them, he ordered them away, hastily calling them into the shadows. The Dunmer kept sulking, but sluggishly followed after him. Svetlana followed in confusion, urging Bunny to join her. Maximus pulled them up the street, quickly glancing around to see if any guards were watching them. To his great relief, the main street leading up through the city appeared devoid of people, giving them a perfect, almost unique, opportunity. Maximus pulled the Dunmer up to a Dwemer door, set in a mountain wall beneath a stone walkway.

Almost dropping his sack of Septims in the process, he ducked into the small alcove just before the door, trying to push it open. He knew the home had to be abandoned; never once did anyone ever leave, nor did anyone ever go in. Nobody knew of anyone who used it, nobody seemed to know anything about it...Least of all why nobody seemed to be in any rush to occupy the home. Because of that, he had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that the entrance would be unlocked. When the door didn’t budge, he commanded the Dunmer to open the way. To her credit, the Dunmer was quick and efficient, immediately complying. Perhaps she thought she might impress him with her skill? Svetlana nervously glanced around, immediately concerned that someone might see them breaking into the home. Bunny, meanwhile, was more vocal with her concerns, hissing for an explanation. The Dunmer pulled some lockpicking tools from a pouch in her specialty leather armour, and in under ten seconds flat, she had the lock undone. She quietly pushed the doors inwards, rushing inside. Maximus pushed both Svetlana and Bunny in, then jumped in, himself.

Once Maximus had quietly shut the doors behind himself, he breathed a sigh of relief. Svetlana regarded him with shock. “Maximus, what in Oblivion are we doing? If we get caught, in here...” “We won’t, this place is abandoned, I’m sure of it. Nobody’s used this place in...” Maximus turned from the door, looking at the rest of the home. As he trailed off, his expression turned mildly surprised. The three young women turned around, looking at the rest of the home, as well. By all accounts, the home was a luxurious one, even by Markarth standards. The front room was quite open, the roominess allowing for a fair bit of furniture. With a wide Dwemer-style fireplace off to the left, a large dinner table on the far side, and numerous barrels and bookshelves spread throughout, the home had an eerily lived-in feel, to it. Fresh food covered the tables, along with sealed bottles of mead. Dried spices and ingredients hung from metal racks, near the lit fireplace. Bottles of wine and accompanying tankards were set on some of the bookshelves, furs and rugs with various designs had been spread across the stone floor, and a stuffed stag’s head was even mounted, by the entrance.

“...Abandoned, huh?” The Dunmer quietly mumbled, eyes slowly roaming across the front room. Maximus’ brow furrowed. He quietly stepped deeper into the home, looking around. He noticed another door, over towards the right. Walking over, he pushed the doors open, finding a sort of bedroom. There was a bed, inexpensive wood and furs marring the otherwise well-furnished home. He saw more bottles of wine, barrels of provisions, even cooking tools on a nearby bookshelf. He heard the others walk deeper into the home behind him. Bunny, tone curious, mumbled out “Even the candles are lit...Someone lives here, you guys.” Maximus shook his head. “Impossible. This place has been abandoned for as long as I can remember.” “Doesn’t look that way, to me.” Svetlana muttered, raising an eyebrow as she eyed the fireplace. “Why did we even need to get in here, anyway?” The Dunmer asked, looking over at Maximus. He turned back around, sighing as he walked back over into the front room.

Maximus set his sack of Septims down on the dinner table, near a miniature cask of wine. “Somehow, the Jarl’s steward knew about Bunny, and they wanted her dead, like all other Forsworn.” “What?” Bunny mumbled, perking up. Maximus gave her a reassuring look. “I told them that we never found you, at the camp, and he believed me. I had to get you off the streets before anyone close to the Jarl saw you. I guess it’s good that there’s food, here...We’ll be staying the night. The steward might have more work for us, but he won’t send word until morning.” Svetlana argumentatively put her hands to her hips, a bit of a frown coming over her face. “Great. A whole day in someone else’s house. What’ll we do if they come back?” Maximus gave her a look, giving her an immediate, clever answer. “We’ll tell them the truth, that we thought this place was abandoned, that we were on business for the Jarl, and that we’ll be leaving. I doubt they’ll try to report us, if we mention the Jarl.” Bunny glanced around, mumbling out “Looking at this place, I have to wonder how you thought it was abandoned...”

Maximus raised an eyebrow at her. He had a funny feeling she’d require the most persuading, in order to take part in his secret fiesta. He could honestly say he looked forward to tempting her. Before things could turn out the way he had envisioned, however, he needed Sabrina to be present. All four of his lady friends were going to partake in his idea, whether they liked it or not. Some wine couldn’t hurt, especially once the Big Reveal happened. Might help them laugh it off, rather than scream their lungs out. Maximus headed over for the dinner table, saying “Trust me, this place has been abandoned for years. Maybe somebody’s been using this place as a secret hideout, or something...Not like any of this stuff is cheap.” As Maximus pulled out a folded-up map and made a space for it on the dinner table, Svetlana worriedly said “All this food is new, Maximus...They even lit the fireplace. Maybe a hermit was living here, and we just stumbled in on the rare day they stepped out?” Maximus sighed, unfolding his map of Skyrim. Barely glancing at Svetlana, the hint of annoyance in his tone proved he wanted the subject dropped. “We’re staying, for the time being. End of story. If someone comes back, we’ll act apologetic and get out. Maybe I’ll pay them a little something, to keep them quiet. Now, Bunny, get over here.”

Bunny stepped closer to him, coming up to his side. Maximus glanced at her, then looked back at his map. “Point out where your old Forsworn pals like to camp, at.” Bunny immediately leaned up against his side, reaching an arm down in front of him. Maximus faintly smiled, certain that he could feel her breasts brushing against his arm. Maybe it wouldn’t take so much effort to persuade her, after all. She tapped a finger against a spot on his map, saying “The camp’s there, I reckon. It’s behind a small hill, not far from a river.” Maximus quickly circled the spot with a thin stick of charcoal. “Good. It’s not too far...We could get there in just a few hours. We’re going to need you, Bunny.”

Bunny smiled pleasantly, perhaps glad that someone was finally making her feel useful. After a lifetime of being denigrated by her Forsworn extended family, someone having a need for her must’ve put butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she even wanted revenge. Maximus smiled, to himself. All at once, he suddenly knew how to make Bunny infatuated with him, how to get her to do whatever he wanted. All he had to do was make her feel needed, make her feel like she had a role, and she’d be putty in his hands. Briefly touching her arm, he smiled at her, the look in his eyes lightening. With a friendly tone in his voice, he said “We’re going to need to get you a new bow, along with some arrows. If you know how to make poisons, maybe I’ll swing by Bothela’s and pick you up some reagents. We’ll teach those bastards that abandoning you was the worst mistake they ever could’ve made. I’m going to need your help with this, Bunny. We need your skills.”

If he had said another word, she might’ve gushed down her thighs. As it was, Maximus could practically smell Bunny’s arousal, drifting out from under her loincloth. Her eyes went deep, and red slowly started to simmer in her face. She smiled widely, barely keeping her voice from shaking as she said “Okay, I’m with you. Just tell me what to do!” Maximus smiled more at her enthusiasm, looking back at his map. As he folded it back up, he said “We’re not going to do anything, for now. We actually have the day free, for once. Once Sabrina gets here, the whole team will be together. Until then, we might as well get comfortable.” Bunny nodded eagerly, walking off into the next room, tossing a dreamy glance at Maximus from over her shoulder. He looked over at his other two lady friends. Svetlana, a somewhat uneasy look lingering on her face, made her way over towards the fireplace. The Dunmer, meanwhile, stood and stared at him. Her brow twitching downwards, the corners of her mouth sinking in a frown, it took her a moment before she realized what she was doing. Maximus grinned to himself as she walked off to the side, finding a discreet spot to sulk.

Having a quiet day of rest and relaxation was pleasing, after days on the road. Although it was terribly unusual to find the abandoned home so ready to accept visitors, the jitters eventually left the trio of women. Nobody ever walked in on them, nobody ever came knocking, and eventually, Maximus and his lady friends became comfortable. Once Svetlana stopped worrying about being caught trespassing, she set about cooking dinner for the group, humming contently as she busied herself by the fireplace. Maximus spent his time drinking bottles of mead and planning out how he’d orchestrate the fun for that night. The Dunmer quietly sat on the far side of the room from Maximus, obviously giving him the cold shoulder as she checked her gear. When she grew tired of her charade, she started reading a few of the books left around the home. Bunny, at first, explored the home, reporting to Maximus a basement room, beyond the bedroom. In it, she said, there was a door without an obvious lock, yet which wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she shoved against it. Maximus told her to leave it alone, then offered her a glass of wine. She happily joined him for a drink, growing more and more giddy with every sip of alcohol.

Bunny had a rather hard time handling the wine, it seemed. Maximus smiled and listened as she told him all about her Forsworn life, the wine having loosened her tongue admirably. Apparently, she considered it a blessing to be written off as dead, by her former family. Now, she might find a happier life, one free of constant belittlement. The more chummy Maximus got with Bunny, the more pouty the Dunmer became. When Maximus eventually ordered the Dunmer out for a new bow and quiver of arrows, she looked at him like he had stepped on her foot. Grinning to himself, he leaned in closer to her, adding that she should stop by the general store for a razor. That changed the elf’s mood. She looked at Maximus pleadingly, trying to whisper out that he couldn’t be serious. Maximus just gave her a look, then said that she had better be careful not to let people see her coming and going from the abandoned house. She sighed, then made for the door.

Maximus had underestimated Bunny’s libido, which had been heavily amplified after only a couple glasses of wine. As Svetlana continued cooking the group’s lunch, Maximus headed down into the home’s basement, wanting to examine for himself the apparently sealed door. He never noticed Bunny following after him. He only heard her once she made her move, her girly giggle following the soft pat-patting of her leather boots. He turned around just in time for her to throw her arms around his neck, giving him a big, drunken kiss. Judging by the way she was wobbling, the wine had hit her, hard. Either that, or she was using the alcohol as an excuse to act a little more...Interesting. She barely gave Maximus time to reciprocate before she was whispering out how she couldn’t get their first meeting out of her head, how she couldn’t get over what he had done to her. She confessed that nobody had ever treated her that way, before. He tried not to smirk, but it was rather difficult, considering the drunken fool she was making of herself.

He asked her if she had liked it, and she nodded eagerly. He asked her if she wanted more, and she nodded even harder. When he then told her to wait until later that night, she clawed at him desperately, begging him like an unabashed tart. It was a little amusing to Maximus, watching a lonely, unappreciated girl clutch at the only person to ever boost her self-esteem. He was the first man to show even a passing interest in her, she exclaimed. She couldn’t help but think about him, constantly! Maximus grinned. A sex-starved Forsworn girl, becoming obsessed with him? Was this some kind of divine reparation? Maximus flat-out ordered her to get some sleep. She’d need her rest, he said...That is, if she wanted to take part in his party, that night. Bunny’s eyes lit up. She wanted to hear more, but Maximus had none of it. He simply asked her if she wanted to make him happy. She did, she profusely promised that she did. She had never felt wanted, before. Not even platonically, by her own family. He, however, did make her feel wanted, and she’d do anything to maintain that feeling. In that case, Maximus said, she should try to get some sleep...She’d have a big night, ahead of her. Blushing like a little girl, panting lecherously, she finally let go of him. Maximus raised his eyebrow, smiling as he watched her leave. Was there anything more fun than a woman with a healthy appetite, as well as the willingness to show it?

As Bunny slipped into bed for a nap, Maximus made his move on Svetlana. As she stirred a pot heating by the fireplace, smiling and looking down at her bubbling stew, Maximus crept up behind her. She gasped when he swept his arms up under her own, grabbing her breasts with both hands. Grinning, he quipped “Guess who?” Svetlana smiled, brushing his hands away. “Cut it out, Maximus. I have to keep an eye on this stuff. It’s almost done, though, if you’re hungry. I’m starving.” Maximus grinned, holding her by the tummy with his left hand, stepping closer to her. He pressed himself against her, feeling her cushiony Nord rump push against him, through her priestess robe. His right hand went below her belly, causing her to flinch in surprise when he unexpectedly dunked his hand between her thighs, cupping her nether regions. She drew in a sharp breath when he started rubbing, her whole body letting loose a tremble. Well, she hadn’t been expecting this!

Maximus laid it all out on the line, telling her exactly what he was thinking, what he wanted. Breathing out his words by her ear, he said “I know it was hard for you, being stuck in that temple. I know you didn’t get to do the things you like to do...And I know we haven’t had a chance to fix that, yet. But, that’s all gonna change, tonight. I’m planning something special, and I want you to be a part of it. It’s gonna be big...We’ll all get to bond, a little. Might be our last chance before we take on some Forsworn. No regrets, right?” He could feel Svetlana’s breathing picking up. She was another one with a healthy hunger, Maximus knew. It was mostly a cultural thing. The Nords believed that if you wanted something, you went for it. Life was hard enough as it was, without love or passion. Nords may not have slept around with just anyone like hedonistic Khajiit, but if someone was interested, you didn’t waste time on pretentious courtship. You didn’t make them work for it...They worked hard enough, just to survive.

Svetlana closed her eyes, immediately basking in what he was doing. She brought her free hand down to her groin, holding his hand, feeling him play with her. She gently pushed her rump back against him, trying to grind against his loins. “H-How big?” Maximus smiled at her double entendre. “Very big. I want the others involved, too, after all. A little wine, a little fun, it’ll be a night none of us will forget. We’ll just have to wait for Sabrina to get here, before the party starts.” Svetlana grinned, turning her head to the side. Peeking at him from over her shoulder, she knowingly said “Yeah, I just bet you’d want her there. With that body of her’s, you’re probably going to completely ignore the rest of us, you pervert.” Maximus chuckled darkly. Knowingly, he said “I don’t know about that. She’s...A special case. You’re probably going to love her just as much as I do. Consider it a chance for us all to get better acquainted.” Svetlana grinned, a sigh fluttering from between her lips as Maximus kept petting her. “Even that dark elf?” She asked. Maximus’ brow sank, his grin taking a noticeably sadistic twist. “Especially her. She’ll have a special role to play, in the party.” Svetlana let out a wicked chortle. Softly, she cooed “Alright, I’m in. What’s the plan?”

Maximus gave her a chastising little pat over her burning mound, almost making her robe stick to her dampening underwear. “Let’s keep some of the party a surprise, hm? I just needed to make sure you were interested. Once Sabrina gets here, I’ll give you some instructions, and we’ll get ready.” Svetlana partially turned to face her partner in perversity, still stirring her stew with one hand. Raising an eyebrow, her smile faded as she asked “I don’t mean to dampen your mood, Maximus, but...Do you really think it’s such a good idea, including the vampire? I mean...Won’t it be weird? What if she tries to feed on one of us?” Maximus raised an eyebrow, grinning more. “I’ll keep a close eye on her, don’t worry. I wouldn’t try sticking your tongue in her mouth, though, just to be safe.” Svetlana grinned to herself, turning back to her stew. Absent-mindedly, she said “I won’t be kissing her, Maximus. Don’t worry.” Maximus grinned, giving her a firm pat on the rump just before the home’s front door quickly opened. Maximus looked over, watching the Dunmer dart inside, quickly and quietly shutting the door behind herself.

Breathing a little heavily, she walked over to a table by the entrance, laying down an Orcish bow and matching set of arrows, set in a leather quiver. The sack of gold in her other hand looked considerably lighter than it did when Maximus had first handed it to her, annoyingly enough. Maximus raised an eyebrow, walking over towards her. She heard him coming, not looking at him as she said “There...I got the bow, and the damn arrows. That fool of a Breton will be able to do a little more than stand around and look innocent. I hope it was worth it-” Maximus grabbed her by a wrist, pulling her towards him, forcing her to turn and face him. She almost slammed right into him, looking up into his eyes, her mouth hanging open a crack. He smiled, his eyes half-closed. He waited a moment, simply to make her anxious, then quietly thanked her. He released her arm, then took a step back. She blinked, simply staring at him in confusion. Maximus raised a hand up, gently pushing her jaw up, closing her mouth. He turned and walked away, chuckling darkly.

Maximus sprinkled little mind games all throughout the day. At one point, he pulled out the Dunmer’s panties, asking Svetlana and Bunny if either of them would want it for themselves...Right in front of the Dunmer. The Dunmer had to stand and watch as Svetlana and Bunny both felt the fabric, cooing over how soft it was. Bunny asked Maximus where he had gotten the underwear, then brought it closer to her face to closely examine the make. She took in a sniff, then mumbled out that the underwear smelled like someone had worn it, recently. Maximus grinned, watching the Dunmer’s face go flush. Another game Maximus played was making the Dunmer strip completely naked before ordering her to shave her nether regions. It was amusing enough to make her stand out in the open when she did it, but he ordered her to do it in the very next room from Svetlana and Bunny, all without shutting any doors. She’d have to work with the knowledge that, at any moment, one of the girls could walk around a corner and find her preparing her slit for exhibition. Such was Maximus’ demand, however, and she was powerless to resist, especially now that they were back in Markarth.

As night began to creep up on Markarth, a dark figure approached the city gates, long black robe swaying around their body. If it weren’t for the lengthy hood shadowing away the figure’s face, the guards at the gates might not have gotten in the way. When they tried to stop the figure for questioning, however, the figure raised their arms, glowing green orbs of Magicka firing out from the dark sleeves. Under the potent Illusion spells, the guards no longer saw anything about the figure that was worthy of suspicion. The figure became a phantom, once they passed the front gates. Invisible like a wraith, footsteps totally muffled, they made their way closer and closer to the twirling light of life. The figure counted their number through the stone walls of the home, counting four, proving no unwanted guests had joined them. The lights of their life a quartet of beacons, the figure slipped up to the front door, quietly knocking as the sun finished setting, entirely.

Meanwhile, Maximus sat at the dinner table of the group’s temporary shelter, absentmindedly twirling a corked vial through the air. The vial, as far as Maximus could tell, had been given an airtight seal, which suited him just fine. He had no interest in finding out what the black sap inside the vial would do, if it got on him. Svetlana, Bunny, and the Dunmer all sat at the dinner table as well, having been drinking wine and chatting for close to an hour, by that point. The Dunmer, at first, had kept her silence, but as she got tipsier and tipsier, she became considerably more gossipy. Maximus barely partook in the conversation, finding it amusing enough to hear the women prattle on. Eventually, Bunny called him on his behaviour. Grabbing one of his shoulders, leaning against him drunkenly, she asked “Max, aren’t you gonna say something? What’re you thinking about? You’ve been twirling that damn thing for ages, now...Eh, what is it, anyway?”

Maximus shrugged, catching the vial as it came back down. “No idea. Sabrina gave it to me, said throwing it up in the air would help her find me. She should be on her way.” Svetlana finished off her tankard of wine in one long quaff. Slamming the tankard back down on the table, a bit of inebriated anger was in her eyes as she said “You’ve been talking about that freak all day, Maximus. What does she have that none of us do?” Maximus grinned. They’d find out exactly what made Sabrina unique, soon enough. He’d have to hear her story, one of these days. As Svetlana poured herself a refill, her voice took on a noticeably whiny tone. “You only see her for a few hours in the night, anyway! If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were letting her feed from you! You know that’ll kill you, eventually, right?” The Dunmer smiled drunkenly, taking a swig from her own tankard before blurting out “I bet Maximus would like being a vampire. He’d get to live forever, and he’d get to spend all his time with Sabrina. I think he’s in love with her.” Maximus let out a short, loud laugh. Smirking, he said “Dream on, elf. I just want her here so we can all plan our next move, together.”

A quiet knocking sounded out, thunking faintly at the front door. Maximus caught the vial one last time, grinning widely. Party time, and it was about damn time. Maximus jumped up to his feet, quickly crossing the room. The girls, having completely forgotten about the risk of being caught, didn’t try to dissuade him. They didn’t even cease their conversation. Maximus came up to the door, waiting a moment to get himself ready. Once he had taken in a breath to prepare himself, he quickly and quietly pulled the door halfway open, keeping it open for all of two seconds. That was all the time the figure needed to sweep in, their Invisibility spell dropping in the process. Maximus quietly shut the door as Sabrina threw her cloak from herself in a loud, agitated huff. Breathing a little hard, she kicked the cloak away, sending it flying across the floor. “Gods, I hate that thing! Why was it so important for you to have me here exactly at sundown, Maximus? I can barely breathe, in that thing!” “Then why’d you wear it?” Maximus retorted, grinning as he stepped away from the door. Sabrina narrowed her eyes at him.

Hissing angrily, she snapped out “Because it completely blocks out sunlight, obviously. I had to wear it, just to make it here for your deadline. It would’ve been so much easier to wait until night, but nooo, Maximus wanted me to march three hours before sunset!” Maximus’ brow sank, but his smile widened. He wasn’t about to put up with her foul mood, and he especially wouldn’t let her complaining sour his party. If getting her involved meant putting her in her place, he’d do so gladly. He would’ve put her in her place, anyway, but now he’d really enjoy it. Her eyes widened in surprise when he suddenly grabbed her by the arm, marching her over towards the bedroom. The Dunmer, Svetlana, and Bunny all watched with varying expressions, each flinching when the bedroom doors were thrown shut. The Dunmer’s eyes went half-closed. She drained her tankard, then looked at the others and slurred out “I told you. He loooves her.”

As Maximus pulled Sabrina into the basement, he muttered out “You really need to learn not to pull an attitude with me, especially not in front of the others. At least when the dark elf pouts, it’s funny. Now, I’m not so sure I even want you at my party, after all.” The annoyance and agitation in Sabrina’s eyes had all but died, subdued heavily by his own anger. She knew that if he was taking her to a private spot, that could only mean he was going to get personal. “Party? W-What party?” Maximus glanced at her, brow furrowing, a stern look in his eyes. Before she could do anything, he pushed her up against a wall.

She barely caught herself in time to avoid ramming her face into the stone. Her mouth hanging open, she quickly looked over her shoulders, desperately trying to apologize. “I’m sorry, Maximus, it’s just that it was such a long walk, and I didn’t even know what it was for! I was worried about the sun!” Maximus made her gasp when he pulled her skirt up, exposing her massive, bouncy backside. He grinned, looking her up and down. With black boots and matching thigh-high stockings leading up to a huge, pale rump, topped off with a black skirt and shirt, her tush was practically painted as a target, for him. Maximus grabbed the sides of her black panties, roughly pulling the underwear down her legs, letting them fall around her ankles. Sabrina tried turning away from him, begging him for mercy, saying that he promised to use lotion, the next time he stuffed her up. Maximus just pulled her back into place, then got into position. For a second or two, Sabrina was simply confused. She didn’t hear him undressing, she didn’t feel a throbbing pole pushing between her cheeks. What was he waiting for? He had her where he wanted her, why wasn’t he-

Whap!

Sabrina tensed up. Her eyes widened. She bared her teeth. Maximus raised his hand again, then slammed it back down in an ass-rippling spank. She sucked in a sharp gasp, shutting her eyes tight. Maximus spanked her almost as hard as he possibly could’ve, giving her a hard slap across the rump every other second. For a few seconds, the tone in his voice was frighteningly wrathful.

“Don’t!...You!...Ever!...Talk to me!...Like that!...Again!”

Sabrina’s eyes flooded with tears as he made her sting. Red hand prints started to stand out against her pale cheeks, practically burned into her from the force of his smacks. He stopped after hardly a minute, taking a step back from her, breathing a little heavy. He eyed her severely. If that hadn’t made her learn her lesson, he’d have to get serious. Sabrina, snuffling, slowly turned around to face him. He glanced downwards. Her orbs, heavy and drooping, hung down in swollen, aching need. Her member, meanwhile, was half-hard, hanging down in front of her orbs in a lingering semi-soft state. She actually managed to surprise him, all in the span of a few seconds. She raised her hands up to her collar bones, demurely pressing her forearms down on either side of her bosom, unintentionally squeezing her immense breasts together, through her shirt. A few teardrops trickling from the corners of her eyes, her bottom lip quivering, she breathed out an apology, then shuffled towards him as quickly as she could. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into his chest, sniffling as she begged his forgiveness.

For a moment, Maximus was pleasantly surprised by the fairly passive, submissive reaction, but then he remembered that he was being embraced by a vampire. Whether she was his toy or not, it’d take a whole lot more before he even considered letting her mouth near him. Still, her girly reaction had come so naturally, and he thought she deserved a reward for naturally growing into her new role. He started to smile, but was quick to push her back to arm’s length, keeping her fangs well away from his neck. Before she could blubber, he told her about his party.

He said she was right on time, that everyone had been waiting for her. He told her about the special role he wanted her to play, and how she’d be able to sink her huge, veiny rod into some tight, gushing slits. He told her that it’d be a chance for the group to...Get better acquainted with one another, before taking on some Forsworn. Sabrina started to smile mischievously, and asked Maximus if he followed the teachings of Sanguine. Maximus merely shook his head, saying he was simply a young man with a healthy imagination. He wasn’t all that surprised when Sabrina agreed to take part in his idea. After all, he was offering her the opportunity to do something a little more traditional, for once. With the final piece in place, it was time to get everyone ready. He called Svetlana and Bunny into the basement, and a few minutes later, he walked back out, alone, and went to the Dunmer.

She polished off her tankard as he approached the dinner table, a smile lingering on his face. The Dunmer didn’t even look at him. As she started refilling her tankard, again, she drunkenly rambled out “And so he returns, three different women waiting for him...Is this your new game? You come to gloat about how much fun you’re going to have, while I sit here and...Urp, drink myself to death? Unbelievable bastard...You finally leave my throat alone and actually bed me, and now you’re abandoning me?...Typical Imperial, no loyalty whatsoever...You don’t even care about my name...” Maximus waved at her dismissively, saying “Oh, stop it. You’re drunk.” The Dunmer leaned back in her seat, taking a heavy swig from her tankard. Looking at him with a lazy glaze in her eyes, she mumbled out “Yes, Maximus. Yes, I’m drunk. Y...You wanna know why? Because we’re back in Markarth...Standing around in someone else’s home...Drinking their wine, eating their food...If the guards found me in here, I...”

Maximus narrowed his eyes, his smile widening. She continued rambling under her breath as he walked around the table, approaching her. “Took all my coin, even the stuff I slept with him, for...Made me break into somebody’s house...Now he wants me to wait in the next room while he beds those awful women...The arrogance, why I- Hey!” She shook her head left and right as he came up behind her, suddenly pulling a black blindfold over her eyes. Maximus grinned, quickly tying the blindfold tight, making a big bow over the back of her head. The Dunmer slowly settled down, letting out a big, dramatic sigh. Quietly, she muttered out “Well, this is new.” Maximus chuckled darkly. Leaning over behind her, he spoke quietly into her ear. “You know, a little wine was a good idea, it would’ve made you more fun...But you’re drunk out of your head. Maybe I shouldn’t let you in on my party, after all.” The Dunmer turned her head towards him, muttering out “Party...You mean orgy, right? Exclude me, see if I care. I don’t care. I don’t even care! Sleep with them all, for all I care!”

Maximus could see right through her. Slipping his hands under her arms, he pulled her up to her feet, nudging aside her chair from behind herself. “You’re a terrible liar, elf. Get naked. You’re gonna have a special place, in this thing...You won’t soon forget it.” Although she immediately complied and started blindly stripping off her armour and clothing, she persisted in her complaining. “Won’t soon forget it, huh? Like how you humiliated me in front of your parents? What’re you gonna do, huh? I don’t even care, anymore. You can’t embarrass me any more than you already have, at this point...”

Maximus grinned wickedly, watching her drop her final article of clothing, standing in front of him stark naked. She didn’t even bother covering herself up, simply putting her hands to her hips and waiting for him to do what he wanted. Raising an eyebrow, he got behind her, pulling a soft cloth sash from his pocket. Pulling her arms behind her, he started tying her wrists together, tightly securing them. Trying not to cackle evilly, he said “You don’t even care, huh?...Okay, then. In that case...” Even drunk like she was, the Dunmer realized she may have gone too far. She started backpedalling, mumbling out “W...Wait, no, I didn’t mean that...I don’t- Mmf? Hmmf!” Maximus grinned, pulling the second sash tight around her head, tying fast the gag. The Dunmer, mumbling against her gag, tried to turn to face him, but he quickly stopped her. He told her to stay still and wait, but she struggled anyway, perhaps concerned about his intentions. Giving her some positive reinforcement, he brought a hand up between her thighs, petting her newly smooth, hairless slit as he ordered her to wait. She trembled, enduring the tantalizing stimulation for several seconds before she finally nodded her assent. He probably could’ve gotten her to agree to anything, right then and there...

Maximus chortled, quietly walking away from her. He didn’t need her to agree, he could already make her do whatever he wanted. He quietly reopened the door to the bedroom, slowly ushering out the rest of his lady friends. Maximus looked them all up and down, taking Svetlana and Bunny by the arm to guide them. He had already stripped them all naked, forcing them to parade themselves around in the nude. Similarly, he had already gagged and restrained all three of them, but he had only blindfolded Svetlana and Bunny; he left Sabrina without a blindfold on purpose, forcing her to helplessly watch the others sashay around. Maximus guided Svetlana and Bunny over towards the Dunmer, bringing them both to a stop outside of arm’s reach. He let go of Bunny’s arm, and obediently, she stayed put. Sabrina stood off to the side, eyes foggy and half-closed with lust as she watched Maximus kneel Svetlana down, in front of the dark elf. Maximus, grinning wickedly, reached over and took the Dunmer by the hip, walking her a few steps forwards until her groin nearly bumped into Svetlana’s face. It was high time their little feud ended, and what better way to make friends out of the two than by making them feast on each other’s unmentionables?

The Dunmer took in a little gasp through her nose when she realized there was someone in front of her. Svetlana had no idea that she was about to get a taste of elven quim. Horny like she was, she didn’t even mind eating out another woman, if it was what Maximus wanted. Maximus pulled Svetlana’s gag down, and the Nord immediately dunked her head forwards, pushing her face between the Dunmer’s thighs. The Dunmer visibly trembled, head tilting forwards. She slowly spaced her feet further apart, allowing Svetlana more room to work with. Maximus looked over at Bunny, grinning. She must’ve been able to hear the wet sounds of Svetlana’s forbidden kissing, as her face had already gone deep red. Her nipples stood stiff like little pink pebbles, and her nether lips were puffy and blushing, glimmering with leaking nectar. Her clit was just begging to be played with, swollen like a pink pearl as it abandoned it’s hood. His eyes shifted to Sabrina, narrowing in sadistic delight.

She kept her distance and simply watched, waiting with bated breath like the good little slut she was. Not only had her big, pink areolae puffed up, but her nipples were hard enough to put out someone’s eye. Her tool was as hard as steel, sticking upright in throbbing, desperate need as it dribbled pre-cum down the length of her shaft. She breathed slowly but deeply, clearly trying not to get too anxious. This voyeuristic position wasn’t the role he had promised her, but that spanking she had taken helped ensure she didn’t get any ideas of rebellion. To think, she was skilled and wise enough to master almost every School of Magicka, she was an immortal, deadly vampire, and she had been reduced to a spectator, in this orgy! Where was the justice, in that?

Maximus kept watching Sabrina, a sharp smirk on his face. He walked up to the so far neglected Bunny, making her perk up and stand to attention when a hand suddenly stroked across her belly. Once Bunny realized which direction he was in, she turned to face him, but Maximus gently turned her back around. He heard her let out a long breath through her nose, backing up against him, her arms trapped between them as she leaned against him. Maximus stared at Sabrina from over Bunny’s shoulder, his smirk growing into a grin. One of his arms went around Bunny’s side, coming to her right breast. She sighed, again, once he started massaging her, flicking his fingers across her nipple in the process. His other hand went lower, slipping down her tummy. Bunny’s legs momentarily shook when Maximus found his mark, his fingers creeping down her smooth mons, ultimately running over her swollen clit. She let out a little coo in her throat, whimpering as he got a few fingertips moist with her juices. Then, he was stroking his fingertips across her big pink nubbin, languidly playing around with the Breton’s oversized buzzer.

He could practically see Sabrina’s eyes go dull with overwhelming lust. Her manhood was starting to bob up and down, bouncing with excitement. He heard the Dunmer’s breathing speed up into panting, causing him to look over. The Dunmer’s face was flush with colour, her whole body visibly trembling as Svetlana licked her into a cunt-shattering orgasm. He abruptly stepped away from Bunny, leaving her hot and panting. She whined in confusion, pressing her thighs tight together. Maximus walked over to the Dunmer, giving her a swat across the rump just as she crossed the point of no return. She held her breath, tensing up. She abruptly gushed a miniature flood of girl-cum, spraying Svetlana over her mouth and chin, instantly drenching almost half of her face. Maximus grinned to himself. The Dunmer probably thought that that was him, down there. She probably thought that squirting so hard was like a kind of revenge, considering the times Maximus had coated her face with his batter. If only she knew the awful, humiliating truth...Time to enlighten her to her situation.

Svetlana pulled her head back from the Dunmer’s slavering quim, not even able to lick her lips before Maximus was replacing her gag. He helped Svetlana get back up on her feet, then quietly patted the insides of her thighs, prompting her to widen her stance. Then, with an evil grin, he was dropping the Dunmer down to her knees, as well. He pulled the elf’s gag down, but considering how talkative alcohol seemed to make her, he was quick to occupy her mouth before she could start blabbering on. He grabbed her by the back of her head, then pushed her face right in between Svetlana’s thighs, jamming her face up against the Nord’s burning lips. When the Dunmer realized that she had been eaten out by another woman, and was now being forced to reciprocate, her breathing sped up. She whined loudly, in her throat. She tried to pull back, fighting against Maximus’ hand. Maximus gave no mercy, keeping her head pinned in place.

The Dunmer continued to struggle until Maximus had knelt down beside her, dunked a hand between her thighs, and gave her some more encouragement by way of clit-play. Still sensitive from her earlier mind-blowing orgasm, it took hardly twenty seconds to make her squirt again, her fluids splashing against the floor. After that, she seemed to simply give in, her struggling coming to an end. She timidly slipped her tongue out, paused for a few moments, then slowly lapped it upwards and downwards across Svetlana’s nether lips. Pleased that the two of them were finally getting along, Maximus rose back up to his feet, approaching Bunny. When he noticed the desperate look Sabrina was giving him, he stopped, looking over at her.

When she finally had his attention, the vampire stumbled around, turning her back to him. She bent over, a little, and looked at him from over her shoulder. Maximus smiled. He knew exactly what she was trying to say, but he played dumb, anyway. If she wanted it so badly, she could beg, for all he cared. Might knock her down, a peg or two. He cocked an eyebrow at her, tilting his head to the side. Sabrina’s eyes went dewy in need. She bent over further, arching her back to stick out her voluptuous bubble butt. Heavy, swollen orbs dangling beneath her giant, cushiony cheeks, she wagged her hips to and fro, making her point abundantly clear. “I don’t even care if you ass-fuck me dry, again,” she was saying, “I just can’t take it, anymore!” Maximus grinned. Taking Bunny by the hip, he started leading her towards the vampire. Sabrina’s eyes lit up like she had just been named High Queen of Skyrim. She quickly turned back around, doing a few bounces on the balls of her feet, making her tool sway up and down, her massive breasts jiggling obscenely. Finally, she’d get to take part!

Maximus led Bunny right up to Sabrina, then quickly ducked behind the vampire. Reaching his arms past Sabrina’s sides, he gently grabbed Bunny’s arms, pulling her downwards until she got the hint. Once she had knelt down, Maximus slipped her gag down. Sabrina looked down at Bunny, breathing heavily. She stepped closer to the Breton, eagerly bringing her pre-slick tip to Bunny’s lips. Bunny, thinking she had just been mouth-poked by Maximus, smiled happily, her blush deepening to crimson. She immediately parted her lips, dunked her head down, and engulfed Sabrina inside her mouth. Sabrina’s eyelids fluttered shut, her head starting to hang back in long-awaited pleasure. Maximus gave Sabrina a pat over the tush, smiling from ear to ear. “Don’t get comfortable,” he thought. “I’m not done with you just yet, fang-face.”

He stepped off to the side, finding two particular items he decided he’d have a use for. One was a jar of honey, the rim of which was encircled with dried gold from the tenant’s apparent sweet tooth. The second was a small silver goblet, still possessing the sheen of fresh forging. Maximus smiled to himself, tossing a glance towards Svetlana and the Dunmer. Svetlana’s face was red, and sweat was starting to bead along her nude form. Either she had quite a lot more stamina than the Dunmer, which wasn’t saying much, or the Nord was stoic whenever she hit her climax. Her hands were rhythmically clenching behind herself, and her head periodically leaned this way and that. Looked like the Dunmer was born talented at having her mouth used, even by other women. He’d have to take advantage of her abilities, more often. Maximus quietly chuckled to himself, stepping closer to Sabrina. She looked at him with foggy eyes, the slurping sounds of Bunny’s diligent suckling repeatedly sounding out, beneath them.

Maximus grinned at the vampire, reaching behind her, pushing the goblet into one of her hands. Until he, or rather she, was ready to make use of it, she’d need to hold on tight. Maximus, holding the jar of honey with one hand, pulled off the lid with the other. Sabrina’s eyes fell to the jar, regarding it with subdued curiosity. The Imperial dunked several of his fingers into the jar, withdrawing them a moment later, showing off how they were slathered with liquid gold. Slowly, his eyes rose to her’s, narrowing sadistically. Sabrina’s eyes slowly widened in realization. He could practically see her throat tense up as she swallowed some excess saliva. That’s right, fang-face. You didn’t think he was going to leave your ass alone, did you? Silly, silly Sabrina!

Svetlana’s jaw tightened up, her teeth clenching as the Dunmer lapped away at her clit. She started biting on her bottom lip, tears of pleasure trickling out from under her blindfold. Her breathing sped up, turning to needy little pants. The trembling hitting her whole body turned into a brief fit of convulsing, and suddenly, the Dunmer was getting a faceful of Nord girl-cum, Svetlana unleashing a geyser fit to drown the poor elf. Svetlana squirted in several bursts, spraying the Dunmer from forehead to chin, droplets running down her throat to her chest. The Dunmer coughed and spluttered as a jet of watery cum splashed into her mouth, the dark elf desperately spitting out the priestess’ juices. Svetlana visibly quivered as her squirting tapered off. The Dunmer quickly turned her head away, although her timing was oddly poor, considering Svetlana had already finished soaking her face. The dark elf’s face steadily darkened to an ebony shade. She could feel Svetlana’s hot juices trickling down her skin, proving once and for all that Maximus really didn’t have any boundaries. It had been one thing to get her face plastered by him, a man. To think he had forced her to get drenched by another woman...

Once Maximus got involved, it didn’t take long to finish Sabrina off. He stepped behind her, bringing his honey-covered fingers uncomfortably close to her huge, round rump. Sabrina looked over her shoulder so fast that her glasses were nearly thrown from her face. Judging by the nervous look in her eyes, she probably didn’t have much faith in Maximus’ choice of lubricant. Maximus simply didn’t care, although he’d certainly be annoyed if Sabrina got uppity, again. Thinking about how exploring Sabrina’s backside made her considerably easier to deal with, Maximus jammed two fingers between her cheeks, digging in until he found her tight little rosebud. She flinched. A desperate light crossed her eyes. Did he have to? She was already getting off, thanks to this Breton! Was it necessary to go up there? She tried to clench to keep him out, but he wasn’t about to accept anything less than total submission. As far as he was concerned, she was just lucky he wasn’t bending her over, in front of everyone.

One key pushed into her lock, and one of her eyes closed in discomfort. Both eyes were shut tight when a second key was shoved through her tight little lock. Her face started going a little flush. She let out a long, shaky exhale as he pushed his fingers all the way in. She started leaning over a little, giving him the smallest gesture imaginable to express how she was giving in. Maximus smiled to himself, lazily slipping his fingers back and forth, fingering her without even looking at her. He counted the seconds to her finish, knowing she wouldn’t have lasted long, even if Bunny wasn’t using her mouth like a vortex. Sabrina gently writhed and shook, trying to ignore Maximus, trying to enjoy the mouth wrapped around her pride for as long as she could. Ready or not, however, she was about to pop, and Maximus knew the exact moment to act in order to get the maximum effect. Oh, she’d get to have the special role that he had promised her...But there’d be a price. She had to remember that giving Maximus lip wouldn’t be tolerated, otherwise he’d make her do...Embarrassing little things. Preferably with her mouth, for poetic justice.

He pulled the goblet from her hand. Just as Sabrina’s breathing started picking up, he firmly pushed Bunny’s head back, a loud pop sounding out as her wet lips slid off of Sabrina’s swollen tip. Sabrina’s eyes went wide in panic, her member bouncing frantically as the stimulation faded. Maximus pushed her into a bending position, leaning her over until she was presenting her rump to him. Grinning darkly, he brought the goblet around her side, making her grunt when he stuck her manhood right into it. Her eyes rolled back when Maximus shoved a third finger up her backdoor, his fingering suddenly taking on a rough, feverish pace. She started whimpering, clenching her rump at his fingers, desperately trying to recapture the orgasm she had been building up. She shut her eyes tight, letting out a long, girly moan. The goblet practically recoiled in Maximus’ hand, with how hard she fired out her seed. Sabrina sucked in gasps, eyes still rolled back in mindless ecstasy as she kept spewing into the goblet. If she knew what Maximus had in store for her, then she certainly wasn’t making the job any easier, for herself. Maximus waited until his pet vampire had finished dropping her massive load, then pulled the goblet back.

At least a third of her member was drenched in thick, sticky syrup, the white batter dripping and trickling from her long manhood. Thick droplets of white rolled over one side of the goblet, barely making it over the rim. Without any ceremony or warning, Maximus pulled Sabrina’s gag down and tilted her head back. Glazed eyes staring at the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she panted, Maximus brought the goblet up to her lips, and promptly tipped it over. Sabrina flinched and closed her eyes. Heat filled her mouth. Some of her own seed trickled out on to her chin and around her mouth, but the majority of her batch ran right over her own tongue. Sabrina’s pale face started to flush dark. Her nipples grew even firmer. Her turgid rod quickly twitched to and fro. When Maximus pushed her mouth shut and told her to enjoy the taste, she did. When he told her to swallow, she did. When he asked her if she was ready for more, she nodded and stuck out her tongue. Maximus simply patted her soft tummy, then set aside the tools he had used for her rump. It was time for the Big Reveal, and then the Main Event!

One by one, Maximus threw off their blindfolds, gags, and restraints, letting them see just what they had done...And who they had done it, to. Maximus hadn’t done a thing to any of them, in fact, he still had all his clothes on. When the Dunmer and Svetlana laid eyes on one another, they both went red and shamefaced, their bellies fluttering with butterflies. After all the things they had said to each other, after avoiding each other and harbouring nasty intentions, they had done...With each other...To each other. When Bunny looked up at Sabrina, she almost screamed. Not because they had never met, before. Not because Sabrina was a vampire, although Bunny could recognize the symptoms of Vampiris Sanguinare. It wasn’t even because she had been trying to deepthroat someone other than Maximus. It was more obvious than any of those reasons: the cock she had been slurping was attached to a woman, wasn’t it? Nothing on Tamriel was so twisted, so unnatural! When Svetlana and the Dunmer noticed Sabrina’s rather unladylike attachment, their jaws dropped. For the time being, they forgot all about having eaten each other out like wanton harlots.

Sabrina, in shame, tried covering herself up with her hands, but it was no small feat, hiding her big secret. Maximus stopped her, coming up behind her, looping his arms around her shoulders. He pulled her arms back, re-exposing her twitching rod to the three women. Sabrina hung her head down, trying to hide her flushed face behind her hair. Maximus, grinning over Sabrina’s shoulder, encouraged the rest of his lady friends to play nice with Sabrina. She was just as much a women as the rest of them, he said. The only difference between Sabrina and the rest of them, he claimed, was that Sabrina had a quim-hungry snake, between her thighs. If they kept an open mind, they’d find out that Sabrina was just dying to impale their gashes.

His eyes turned towards the Dunmer. “But before anyone does anything, I think the dark elf was starting to feel left out, earlier on. I should show her how much I care, heh heh.” The Dunmer subtly swallowed, still sitting on her knees as he approached. Sabrina started to smile, again. This part, she had been let in on. Now, things would finally go according to plan. Maximus started to pull off his clothes, much to the obvious delight of everyone except the Dunmer. Even if she knew what he wanted to do, which she didn’t, she knew it probably wouldn’t be a whole lot of fun, for her. Didn’t take a genius to see the sadistic shine in his eyes, after all. Svetlana, Bunny, and Sabrina all watched Maximus closely, barely refraining from licking their lips. When he tossed aside his trunks, Svetlana slowly started to grin, glancing back and forth between him and Sabrina. Without even a hint of shame, she exclaimed “By the gods!...Whose is bigger?”

“Mine, obviously.” Maximus declared, raising an eyebrow. Sabrina’s cheeks went a little rosy, and her eyes fell to the floor. Even though she had absolutely nothing to feel self-conscious about, her hands drifted in front of her loins, covering her lingering erection. She looked up when Svetlana approached her, gasping delicately when the Nord darted her hands under Sabrina’s own, getting her by the manhood. Bunny quickly joined her, pushing aside Sabrina’s hands, the two of them practically molesting the vampire under the pretense of “examining” her. The two of them going flush with colour, they fondled her here and there, paying special attention to her bloated undercarriage. Their chatter went on for several moments, the two lustful women having completely gotten over any confusion related to Sabrina’s gender.

“Mmf, feel these things. Could they get any heavier? How much can you let out?”

“Hah, she’s so veiny...Look at this thing...You didn’t let yourself go in my mouth, so where did this stuff come from?”

“How did you get yourself to look like this? Why did you even want to? Don’t misunderstand, I’m not complaining...But you have to understand, this is abnormal...”

“Abnormal? It’s a little late to be complaining about that, don’t you think? I mean, look at what we’re doing, Lana. Think about what we’re going to do, hee hee.”

“Heh, that’s true. I guess I should’ve known that somebody with such huge curves couldn’t be natural. Ohhh, gods...I can’t wait to get you inside me. Maximus will be busy for a while, anyway. I’d kill and die to see what you can do, with this thing.”

Their rather perverted observations made Sabrina’s face go a humiliated red, but she never pushed them away, never told them to stop. She simply stood there and took it, breathing heavily as they groped away. When Bunny started to point out the obvious, however, Sabrina finally had to break her silence. Bunny’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and her caressing slowed. “Wait...How do you and Maximus even do it? If you’ve got fangs in your mouth, and no mouth down there, then...How does it even-?” “U-Um, we keep it pretty chaste.”

As Maximus walked towards the Dunmer, he let out a chuckle over his shoulder, giving Sabrina a look. If she wanted to be dishonest, like that, he’d have to teach her a lesson, at some point. Some nine or ten inches of man meat up her tailpipe should suffice. Before that, however, he stood over his pet dark elf, leering at her. She looked up at him with a decidedly timid expression, glancing worriedly at his steel-hard weapon. No matter how she sliced it, that thing was going to end up buried inside her. When Maximus slowly started to lie down beside her, however, she looked at him with utter, unadulterated confusion. Maximus sighed contentedly, hooking his hands together beneath his head, once he was on his back. He looked over at the Dunmer, waiting for her to take the hint. She simply stared at him, mouth hanging open a crack, a total lack of understanding in her eyes. Maximus eventually raised his eyebrows. “Well? Gonna hop on, or what?”

The Dunmer blinked. Slowly, she asked “You mean...You’re not gonna pin me down?” He shook his head, grinning. She narrowed an eye at him. If this wasn’t suspicious, then she was an Orc wise woman. Slowly, she asked “...And you’re not gonna...Flip me over, or...?” Maximus shook his head, again. The Dunmer continued to stare at him, for a few moments, before she begrudgingly started to crawl over. She couldn’t say she hated the opportunity to be in control, but she found it rather odd of him to so suddenly change his tune. What was it about an orgy that had altered his attitude? Maybe...Just maybe...This was his way of making up for having her eat out another woman? Well, weirder things had happened. She momentarily frowned as she got over him on her hands and knees, fully expecting him to laugh in her face before rolling her over. Instead, he simply laid there, smiling up at her as her sopping wet lips came down to rest over his rod. Her knees on either side of his waist, her hands over his stomach, she sat down heavily over his tool, frotting with the arrogant Imperial.

He grinned. “You look almost disappointed, you know. Isn’t this what you want?” She slowly narrowed her eyes, suspiciously mumbling out “Of course...Doesn’t make it any less odd of you, though.” Maximus glanced upwards in amusement, retorting “Odd that you’re not blabbering about how you hate this. It’s about time you were honest about wanting it.” The Dunmer’s eyes immediately widened, followed by a healthy dose of colour to her face. She didn’t even bother trying to refute him. Trying not to mutter out insults, she raised her hips, found his tip with her drooling lips, and started to sink herself down his pole. They both sighed, the Dunmer briefly wincing as he filled her to capacity, and then some. She quickly withdrew, leaving barely half of him inside, taking only as much as was comfortable. Sabrina caught Maximus’ glance, recognizing the signal. She quietly slipped away from Svetlana and Bunny, drifting closer to the other two. Maximus, smiling playfully at the Dunmer, beckoned her closer with two fingers, waving her down towards him.

“Hey, c’mere...Give me a kiss, elf. C’mon, don’t be like that. Just one little kiss.” The Dunmer sighed heavily, looking at him with confusion, again. “By Azura, Maximus, what in Oblivion’s gotten into you? Alright, fine...” She shifted her hands to his chest, then started to lean over, coming down over him. She closed her eyes, her long hair hanging down around her face as she met his lips, giving him a slow, intense kiss. Maximus returned the kiss, going for another when she tried to sit back up. She froze for a moment, confused, then slowly answered. Maximus smiled when she reciprocated, sharing a few surprisingly passionate kisses, with her. When he finally let her lift her face from his, he grinned. “You know...I think a better question would be, what in Oblivion’s gotten into you?”

At first, she thought he was mocking her. Then, she felt someone behind her. Their chilly hands grabbed her by the rump, spreading her cheeks as far apart as they could get, rather vulgarly exposing a most personal spot. The elf’s eyes could’ve popped from their sockets, they went so wide. Before she could do anything, something hot, sticky, and thick was pushing against her vulnerable pucker, ready to pry her open like an addict getting to a stash of Skooma. She grit and bared her teeth, screwing her eyes shut tight. Her fingernails sank into Maximus’ skin. Sabrina, squatting low behind the Dunmer, shifted her hands to the elf’s hips, holding on tight. Last thing she’d want is for her “prey” to scramble away, now. Sabrina’s eyes were foggy and empty, lacking all hint of human thought. Clearly, the thought of someone else taking it up the ass struck a particularly intense cord, with her.

Svetlana and Bunny simply watched, awestruck. As Sabrina mounted the pressure, the Dunmer’s mouth started hanging open wide, a few little gasps getting sucked in. Her body started leaning forward. Sweat broke out on her face. Then, in one glorious moment of burning mercy, the Standing Stone made it through the sweet roll. The Dunmer groaned, as loudly and uncomfortably as she could. Well, this was what she got for trusting Maximus. She’ll remember this, the next time he pretends to be equitable. Probably won’t make any difference, but at least she’ll get some warning, next time. She thought he’d want to be the one to take her anal maidenhead, but instead, she was getting her colon checked out by some vampiric freak whose body didn’t make a lick of sense. If those guards came barging in now...

Deeper, deeper, Sabrina simply kept going, letting out high-pitched whimpers as she mindlessly tried to hilt the Dunmer’s backside. Maximus grinned and started thrusting up into the Dunmer, making her gasp. She had been squeezing down tight on his battering ram, trying to focus on her impromptu anal invader. Once he started moving, all semblance of control was ripped from her hands. Sabrina could feel Maximus moving, through the Dunmer’s body. She started thrusting as well, staring sightlessly over the Dunmer’s head as she raised and plunged her hips. Getting pummelled from the inside by two giant claymores, the Dunmer had no choice but to simply stay still and take it. Taking it from both of them, however, quickly proved an exhausting challenge. Maximus watched her ebon-tinted face turn slick with sweat. Her stiff nipples brushed against his chest, every time he and Sabrina pistoned into her. Whenever Sabrina jolted in a particularly rough thrust, Maximus could feel her orbs smack against him, and as the occurrence became more and more frequent, he began to wonder if she was doing it on purpose.

Svetlana and Bunny started openly masturbating, each keeping a hand between their thighs, fiddling with themselves like the drunk, desperate hussies that they were. They both had a glazed-over look in their eyes, breathing heavily as they watched that lucky, lucky elf have the time of her life. What they wouldn’t do to trade places with her! As it was, Bunny hadn’t even gotten to cum, yet, in the entire orgy! The Dunmer lost track of time. Maximus and Sabrina had been pounding into her for well over twenty minutes, but it had felt like a long, rough journey. She bit on her whole bottom lip, eyes closed, tears trickling from the corners of her eyelids. She couldn’t even feel her legs, anymore. Her groin felt like it had been split apart, for crying out loud. Her rosebud was numb, stretched tight around Sabrina’s pole, and her insides weren’t any better off.

Maximus, smiling even in the heat of the double penetration, loudly asked “Hey, fang-face? You having fun? You know you owe me, right?” Sabrina mindlessly let out several high, girly moans, tears of pure ecstasy crawling down her cheeks. If this was her one moment of freedom before her own rump was gaped, she’d damn well be sure she made the most of it. Svetlana inadvertently ruined that. The Nord quickly walked closer to the ongoing threesome, stepping behind everyone to watch Maximus and Sabrina stuff the mewling elf’s cavities. Her eyes eventually rose to Sabrina’s huge, wobbling ass, her pillowy cheeks bouncing lewdly with her rough thrusting. Svetlana’s eyes widened when she noticed a particular detail, her breathing catching in her throat from perversity. In the candle and firelight, Svetlana could see Sabrina’s rosebud, still glistening with the honey Maximus had used for lube. The shiny ring of fluid around her, well, ring, made it abundantly clear to Svetlana that someone had been playing with the vampire’s tush...Maybe even sticking their giant manhood into it.

Svetlana spontaneously climaxed, right then and there. Her face never moved a muscle, but her legs started quivering as a short jet of fluid gushed down the insides of her thighs. The very concept that Maximus and Sabrina had been fooling around hit her like a sack of perverted bricks. Without even thinking, Svetlana bolted towards Sabrina, still in the middle of her orgasm. Sabrina froze and gasped when three fingers hit her sphincter, roughly slipping through her unprepared rosebud. Svetlana immediately pushed all the way in to her knuckles, causing Sabrina’s eyes to roll back. She slowly hilted the Dunmer, taking in several rapid little breaths. Svetlana started jolting her arm back and forth, mercilessly ramming her fingertips into Sabrina’s prostate. Sabrina simply collapsed over the Dunmer, her massive breasts pushing into the Dunmer’s back in the process. When Sabrina helplessly started pumping her vampiric cream into the Dunmer’s deepest, darkest recesses, she started to cry out. “Oh...Oh!...Ohh!! Oh, gods!! Stop it, pull it out!! There’s so mu...My ass! My ass!” Maximus grunted under her, and then, a boiling heat and throbbing pole crammed all the way up her quim made a matching pair with the one lodged up her rump.

Burning seed poured into both of her entrances, threatening to overflow her. Finally, the strenuous ordeal was at an end. The instant she closed her eyes, she blacked out, collapsing down over Maximus...
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