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Family Matters

The Forsworn Retribution
Part III - "Rapscallions"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: March 22, 2014

The morning after the orgy was surprisingly peaceful. When Maximus woke up, most of the others were still asleep, quietly nestled up under a mess of blankets that had somehow gotten strewn around the front room. The Dunmer was lying beside him, turned over on her front. She had an arm draped across his chest, her face hidden under her raven-black hair. On his other side, Sabrina was lying on her back, her massive bust half exposed thanks to a certain Breton hogging their shared fur blanket. Bunny, having passed out next to Sabrina thanks to a mind-blowing orgasm, was curled up in a ball, holding a fistful of blanket under her chin. All it took was the bubbling sound for Maximus to know that Svetlana was already awake, diligently cooking the group a hot breakfast. Maximus let out a long, pleased sigh. Couldn’t get much better than this, could it?

Maximus relaxed in bed for another minute or so, then set about extricating himself without waking anyone. Slowly, he set aside the Dunmer’s arm, then carefully slid himself out from under the pelts of fur. Maximus valued sleep, and didn’t see the need to disturb the others. If anything, it’d just put them in foul moods, which he would then need to correct. Really, who needed the extra hassle? It was easier just to spend a minute being careful and call it a down payment for the rest of the day. Still nude and somewhat sticky from the night before, he turned around, spotting his Nord plaything by the fireplace. The only thing she had bothered to pull on was her underwear, revealing more than an eyeful of her soft, fair skin. It remained to be seen if the others would be so comfortable around each other, but Svetlana, at least, had obviously grown more relaxed. Maximus smiled widely, sidling up behind her, taking her by the hips as he said hello.

Svetlana smiled pleasantly, her eyes remaining half-closed in relaxation. “Mm, good morning, Max. Sleep well?” Maximus grinned, giving her left shoulder a little kiss. “Like a babe. Nothing beats some exercise before bed.” Svetlana momentarily grinned, giving him a glance from over her shoulder. Letting her ladle idle in the bubbling black pot, she closed her eyes completely, leaning back against him. He partially slid his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. She mumbled happily, groaning out “Ohh, last night was amazing...I can’t even tell you how much fun I had. Hahhh...You have to promise me that we’ll do that again, and soon.” Maximus grinned, smelling the light scent of her hair as he quietly replied “Only if you promise to show me some of your Dibellan Arts. I’m curious about what they taught you, in that temple...” Svetlana’s face briefly went flush with colour. Holding back a chortle, she said “Alright, it’s a deal...But, one condition. Make Sabrina watch. I wanna see her squirm, heh heh.” Maximus gave a dark chuckle. Wasn’t a steep price to pay...Sabrina might disagree, but he knew she’d do anything he told her to do. Anything at all.

When the Dunmer woke up, the telltale soreness in her backside more than proved that the night before had been no dream. Well, she had been bound to take somebody’s rod up her tush, eventually. No use moping about it. It still bothered her that Maximus had let the vampire take her rump’s virginity, however. Why hadn’t he wanted to take it? He had even threatened her with it, every now and then! Instead, he just threw it to his pet freak, like a bone to a dog. She supposed she should’ve been glad that things had turned out the way they had...After all, Maximus probably would’ve been even rougher to take than Sabrina had been. In fact, Sabrina would probably know all about that, now that the Dunmer thought about it. Looked like Maximus had turned her into quite the kinky pet. The pickpocket groaned once a smashing headache kicked in, the wine from the night before coming back to haunt her. The noise alerted Maximus, who looked over with a smirk. As he approached the makeshift bed, the Dunmer groped the warm space beside her, looking for the Imperial. Maximus knelt down by her head, his smirk growing into a grin.

Quietly, he casually said “You must’ve slept pretty well, you passed out as soon as we flooded you. You missed out on a lot of stuff, you know. It’s a real shame you don’t have more stamina.” The Dunmer let out a long, sleepy sigh through her nose. In a soft groan, she repeated “A real shame.” Maximus chuckled. Faintly so as not to prematurely wake the others, he said “Get up, get dressed. Looks like breakfast is almost ready, if you can stand to eat. We’re getting out of here before anybody takes to the streets.” The Dunmer grumbled something too low for Maximus to pick up. He simply ignored her, standing back up and walking off. Once the Dunmer had gotten to her feet, she set about dressing herself, pulling on all of her clothes. As Svetlana carried the pot of stew over to the dinner table, she and the pickpocket glanced at one another, catching each other’s gaze. The Dunmer’s face started to flush, her eyes awkwardly dropping to her feet. Svetlana smiled widely, her cheeks going a little rosy. She let out a little snicker, deciding it’d be better not to ask the elf if she was thirsty. It would likely just give her the wrong idea.

The smell of the food eventually roused Bunny, who was practically sleepwalking as she drifted out of bed. Remaining completely nude, she stumbled over to the dinner table, plopping herself down in a seat. Once she incoherently mumbled, Svetlana passed her a bowl of stew, giving the half-asleep Breton a chance to slowly drift back to her senses. Sabrina remained in a rather deep sleep as the group prepared to depart, sleeping even as they talked and collected their things. Seeing Sabrina sleep as still as a corpse was a little off-putting, after the lively night before. Maximus had been fully prepared to leave without bothering the vampire, but he ended up having a change of heart just before the group made for the door. As the others stood by the front door, Maximus knelt down beside Sabrina, grinning to himself as he slipped a hand under the pelt blanket. He stroked his hand across her belly, feeling her incredibly soft skin as he traced his thumb around her navel. He spoke her name and waited for her to awaken, but after several moments, he grew impatient. Reaching higher up, he grabbed a fistful of her right breast, giving the huge globe a none too soft honking.

Sabrina’s eyelids fluttered at his touch. The Dunmer sighed irritably, muttering out “Maximus, come on. We need to get out of here before the streets get too busy. You said so, yourself.” Maximus waved his free hand at her, hissing out “Be quiet, she’s waking up!” The Dunmer sneered, muttering under her breath. Maximus ignored her yet again, watching as Sabrina’s bleary eyes opened, a crack. He smiled once he noticed just how foggy her eyes were. While Bunny had needed some time to clear the cobwebs out of her head upon waking up, Sabrina more or less was still asleep. As the saying went, the lights were on, but nobody was home.

Maximus kept his hand on her bosom, languidly flicking a fingertip back and forth across her rising nipple. Trying to sound as peaceful as possible to prevent disturbing her waking dream, he said “Sabrina, we’re leaving, now...We’re probably going to head into the hills to fight some Forsworn. You should be safe here, for the day.” Sabrina, her eyes still closed to slits, just mumbled wordlessly in acknowledgement. Maximus smiled a little more, giving her nipple a gentle tweaking. “Don’t forget to lock the door behind you, and make sure nobody sees you leave. Us staying here has to be a secret.” She slowly blinked, mumbling again in understanding. Maximus’ smile grew into a mischievous grin. Deciding to have a little fun with the situation, he leaned over, bringing his face by Sabrina’s own. The others glanced at one another, unable to pick up Maximus’ murmurs. Their eyes started widening when a slight tent grew in the pelt blanket, growing upwards from an embarrassingly southern region over Sabrina’s body. Sabrina quietly mumbled out in understanding, then closed her eyes.

Maximus was still grinning as he stood back up, looking down at his vampiric toy. She slowly rolled over on to her front, sighing sleepily as she buried her face into a bundle of fur pelts. He looked over at the others, walking towards them nonchalantly. They were each surprised, to say the least. Svetlana was the most flushed, blushing like a little girl as she no doubt imagined Imperial-on-Imperial hijinks, like the pervert she was. Before anyone could say or ask anything, Maximus was pushing them out the door, making a hasty exit from the temporary safehouse. Once the door was shut behind them and they were all sure that nobody had seen them, Bunny headed for the city gates, promising to wait for the others somewhere nearby. Maximus, the Dunmer, and Svetlana made for the Jarl’s palace, hoping to find out as soon as possible whether or not they had some new work coming their way. Luckily, they didn’t have to wait long.

They had barely taken twenty paces from the abandoned home when a man started jogging towards them, wearing nothing but a thin loincloth and a pair of leather shoes. Svetlana, already a little excited, could barely keep herself from openly ogling the slender courier. The courier rushed up to them, eyes glued on Maximus, looking him up and down as if to ensure he fit a given description. Once he was close enough, he quickly asked “Are you Maximus? I have a letter for you, comes from the Jarl’s steward.” Before Maximus could ask where the man had stored such a letter, the courier simply pushed a piece of parchment into his hand. The Dunmer slowly raised an eyebrow, giving the courier a few up and down glances. “Aren’t you...Cold?” The courier gave her a blank look, as if he simply couldn’t comprehend the question. Without another word, he bolted off, racing for the city gates. Maximus shrugged at the odd display, then unfolded the letter, giving it a quick read.

Svetlana and the Dunmer noticed a grin growing on Maximus’ face, which they took as a good sign. Maximus, giving the letter another read over, said “We’re on for another job. Says here that there’s been sightings of Forsworn around a mine that the Silver-Bloods own. They haven’t attacked, just yet, but still...It’s not a good sign.” Svetlana lightly arched an eyebrow. “So, what do we do? Just...Scout the area? What if we don’t find anything?” As Maximus folded the letter back up, he gave a shrug. “If we don’t find anything, then we don’t find anything. Simple. Trouble is, if we find nothing, we can’t just run on back. We’ll have to hang around for a few days, otherwise they’ll think we didn’t even do a proper search. Even then, we might not get paid if we don’t come back with proof that we killed some Forsworn.”

The Dunmer matter-of-factly said “We’re going to need more supplies. If the mine we’re supposed to take a look at is the one I’m thinking of, we’ll need food to last us a few days. There’s the walk there, the walk back, the searching and waiting, and...Hey, wait a second. Maximus, didn’t your parents say that they wanted to see you, this morning?” Maximus slowly looked over at the elf, his eyes narrowing. The Dunmer quickly started to grin, narrowing her eyes right back at him. Svetlana raised her eyebrows in curiosity. Looking skyward, she absent-mindedly said “Oh, that’s right. They wanted him home as soon as possible, right? Must’ve been scared he’d be up to no good.” A mischievous smile grew on her face, a naughty glint crossing her eyes. Chuckling lightly, she added “I guess they were right, heh heh.” Maximus half-smiled, glancing at the Nord. After a few moments of contemplation, he let out a little sigh. “Alright, here’s what we’ll do. Lana, I’ll trust you with the gold, because we all know the dark elf can’t be trusted with half a Septim.”

“Hey!”

“Just stating facts. Anyway, get some food, but don’t go overboard. I’d like to keep a little profit, if I can help it. Make sure the elf doesn’t leave your sight, either. Last thing we need is for her to get chucked into the mines. In the meantime, I’ll head for home. I’ll probably be gone until some time around noon. It’ll be an hour or two to walk there, another hour or two to get back, and who knows how long I’ll even be staying there, for. I will be back at some point, though...I’m not about to have them try and keep me under lock and key.” The Dunmer briefly puckered up her lips, humming thoughtfully. “Mm, I don’t know, Maximus. These are your parents, we’re talking about. You have to respect their wishes, don’t you?” Maximus’ eyes darted over in her direction, staring at her through the corners of his gaze. She gave him a smug grin, which was one taunt too far for Maximus to ignore.

All the disrespectful muttering she had already done, that day, simply made him all the more determined to punish her. An evil smile started to split Maximus’ face. Slowly letting out a low chortle, Maximus stated “You know what? You’re right. In fact, you’re so right, you’re going to come along with me and see how right you are. Maybe we’ll even sit down for some lunch, answer all their lovely questions, together. I’m sure they’d love to know all about how we met.” The Dunmer’s grin immediately died away. She quietly swallowed some excess saliva, mumbling out “Now, h-hang on a second, Maximus...” His laugh growing louder, Maximus grabbed her by the wrist, making for the city gates with her in tow.

The Dunmer knew better than to pout on the trip. With the two of them alone out in secluded ranges, there was nothing stopping Maximus from doing whatever he wanted, to her. She’d shed no tears if she avoided getting a sore throat, that day...Or, better yet, avoided a limp. To her relative surprise, Maximus was rather quiet, on the trip. Perhaps he was genuinely concerned about what lay in store for him, or was deep in contemplation over how he’d handle his parents. At first, the Dunmer enjoyed the peace, but she eventually joined him in his apparent worry. If he was worried, how would she handle his parents? First impressions were such a bother. Maximus had given them a distorted idea that wasn’t all that far off from the truth, although the circumstances leading up to their partnership were likely a far cry from what his parents assumed. Certainly, the two had fooled around, but Maximus was definitely no innocent angel in danger of corruption, and the Dunmer wasn’t such a tart that she had leapt at Maximus, crotch-first.

After about an hour and a half of trekking in and out of the Reach’s steep hills, an unassuming wooden cottage came into view. A wide crop garden stretched out from the cottage’s right side, with a wheat grinder visibly sticking up in the open space. It wasn’t much, but the Dunmer supposed it could be enough for a few individuals to eke out some kind of pathetic existence. She’d most certainly never be caught dead, living in such a backwoods hovel. All at once, Maximus made a bit more sense, to the Dunmer. His willingness to risk grave danger for gold, his want to get out of the house and see bigger things, his apparent desire to provide wealth for his adoptive parents...It all made a little more sense. She’d never admit it to his face, but if she was right about her assumptions, then the two of them were kindred spirits, of a sort. The biggest difference between them was that where he had kept in touch with his roots and tried to nurture them, she had all but severed them. He told her to wait outside as they made their way up to the cottage, and she compliantly nodded.

All was quiet, for the first few minutes. Then, the voices started rising in volume. She could make out Maximus and Hanse through the walls, with Gertrude piping up, every now and then. The Dunmer listened to the shouting with an awkward look on her face, wondering if the indistinct voices were throwing insults her way. The argument went on for several minutes, when all of a sudden, an abrupt exclamation from Maximus ushered in a silence. The Dunmer felt a tense nervousness well up in her stomach, her hands balling into fists over her knees. What had happened? Had the Dunmer caused irreversible strife amongst the family members? After a few minutes, she heard someone open the front door, causing her to perk up and look over. Maximus came sauntering out, smiling smugly to himself. The Dunmer raised her eyebrows at him, her mouth hanging open a crack. Standing up from the seat she had taken near the cottage’s porch, she asked him if everything were alright.

Maximus raised his eyebrows, his smile growing into a carefree grin. “Oh? Oh, right! Yeah, everything’s fine. They were...Understandably miffed about the idea of some evil dark elf trying to snare me with her muff. I had to talk them down.” The Dunmer’s expression quickly turned unimpressed. Flatly, she repeated “Evil?” Maximus clearly didn’t care to elaborate. Continuing right on, he was chuckling under his breath as he slowly said “Thing is, eh heh...To get them to relax, I, eh...Had to feed them a story. If you don’t go along with it, things might get loud, again.” The Dunmer rolled her eyes. Muttering, she exclaimed “Of course you did. What ridiculous lie have you come up with, this time?” Maximus slowly gave her a look. The instantly recognizable glint of sadistic glee crossed his eyes. Chuckling darkly, he waved her towards the front door of the cottage, mysteriously saying “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see. Come on in, they’d like to say hello before we get going, again.” The Dunmer let out a long, quiet sigh. Somehow, she just knew this wasn’t going to end well. Call it a Dunmer’s intuition.

Almost the instant she had walked inside, the lie came out. Stepping into the dingy, although surprisingly well furnished, cottage, she immediately came face to face with Maximus’ adoptive parents. She could tell that the two were a little uncomfortable, but they surprisingly lacked any sort of rigid tenseness, now. They started with some mild small talk, asking how the Dunmer was, if the two had seen any trouble on the way to the cottage, and if Maximus’ talk of hunting Forsworn was true. Finally, once they felt comfortable enough to consider the ice broken, they finally exposed Maximus’ heinous deception. Smiling just a little awkwardly, Gertrude said “So, we hear you’re betrothed to a Nord. A woman, in fact. The priestess we saw you with, the other day?”

The Dunmer’s eyes immediately went wide like saucers, but she had enough restraint to prevent her jaw from dropping. That bastard. This was the best lie he could come up with? Maximus subtly ran his tongue across his teeth, barely stifling a smile. Her eyes remaining wide, the pickpocket slowly looked over at Maximus, speaking just as slowly. “Why, yes, as a matter of fact. I’m surprised Maximus bothered to tell you. It’s such a small, insignificant thing. I am most certainly betrothed...To another woman.” Maximus finally let himself smile. Raising an eyebrow, he casually said “See? There you go. So, let’s stop it with talk of Stormcloaks and such. I have more sense than to make such a disgrace of myself, or don’t you trust me?” Hanse and Gertrude slowly looked at one another, a penitent look slowly growing on their faces. Looking back over at Maximus, Gertrude was weakly suppressing an apologetic tone as she said “Well, of course we trust you, Max...It’s just, we weren’t sure how to look at things. If your elf friend is...Well, if she’s different like that, then...I guess there’s nothing to worry about.”

Maximus grinned, giving the Dunmer a glance. He was clearly a little amused by his own attempts to rub salt into her wounded pride. Nonchalantly, he said “Oh, trust me. She’s like that. I even saw her give the Nord a big ol’ kiss, myself.” The Dunmer’s teeth went on edge, but at the same time, her face started to flush ebon. Hanse raised an eyebrow, quietly saying “Well...Alright, then. I guess that’s settled. Just don’t disappear for days on end, again. Even if it’s a letter from a courier, give us some word. Even your grandfather was starting to worry.” Maximus accepted the scolding with only the mildest resentment noticeable on his face. He reassured his parents with ease, placating them with promises. The Dunmer doubted half of them were even partially honest, but then again, these were his parents. As the two left and started back for Markarth, they spoke not a word to one another. Slowly, the tension simmered, coinciding with the anger boiling in the Dunmer’s eyes. When Maximus let out a little cough and pointed out a bird flying overhead, the Dunmer instantly lost her composure.

“Seriously? Seriously?! You told your parents I like women?! What in Oblivion is wrong with you, Maximus? Why would you tell such a stupid lie?! Your parents already hate me because they think I’m a slut, so you try to fix it by making them think I’m a slut for girls? You son of a-”

Maximus could barely get out a word before she was thrashing at him, smacking him with both arms. Maximus grinned wickedly, grabbing her in his arms, restraining her by mercilessly pulling her limbs behind herself. Loudly, he proclaimed “Look, it was the only way to calm them down, okay? They were absolutely certain that my innocence was being threatened by an elf, and not just any elf, but a dark elf. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Nords and elves have never really gotten along, and my parents are pretty nationalistic. They won’t be donating any Septims to any elven cause, any time soon. Not only did I have to tell them you like women, but I had to make up some crap about marrying Svetlana, just to...Alright, seriously, if you don’t calm down, I’ll calm you down, myself.”

The Dunmer struggled against his hold until she was panting, too frustrated with him to listen to reason, even if it really would’ve been in her own best interest to do so. Maximus’ patience quickly wore thin with her struggling. His arms wrapped around her body, with one going upwards while the other went down, down below. His expression hardening a little, one hand took her by the jaw, keeping her from thrashing her head around. The other hand unceremoniously plunged into her leggings, earning a little gasp from her when his fingers slipped over a certain feminine spot. Her knees trembled, drawing closer together. She started nibbling on her bottom lip, grabbing at his wrist with both hands. Her eyebrows rose in desperation, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking him to stop.

Maximus let a smug smirk slowly spread across his face. Giving her no time to warm up, he simply started rubbing a fingertip across her little nub, stimulating her clit agonizingly quickly as well as brutally firmly. Her breathing quickly went sharp at the sensitivity he aroused in her, her body crying out for a gentler touch. Maximus leaned his head forwards, breathing into her ear from behind. “Now, aren’t I the generous one? There you were, throwing a big, obnoxious fit, and I calmed you down by diddling you. I could’ve just pried your legs open, right here and now, but I decided to be, you know, magnanimous. Gee, if I was in a bad mood, I might’ve just...Squeezed. Better I play with you, though, right?” At the very concept, the Dunmer’s struggling completely died away. Squeeze her? Down there? He...He wouldn’t dare!...Would he? What kind of brute would do such a thing?

Maximus kept feeling across her clit until she started burning up, a particular womanly sauce beginning to seep, just below his digits. She remained quiet all throughout, never making a noise to encourage him, trying to keep him from knowing how much he was getting to her. It didn’t matter, in the end; try as she might, she couldn’t hide the occasional little quiver, or the deepening breaths of excitement. Once she was officially hot under the collar, Maximus sucked his teeth, withdrew his hand, and gave her a hard swat across the backside. Starting off down the path once more, he didn’t even look over his shoulder as he flatly said “Alright, now that that’s done with, let’s get going. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, now that you’ve calmed down.” The Dunmer almost asked him why he hadn’t just finished her off, but very quickly thought better of it. Rubbing her until she had squirted in her leggings would’ve been plenty humiliating, but there were even worse things he could do to her...Things he’d more than likely find it in himself to do, should she taunt him. She supposed he simply wasn’t quite in the mood to force himself on her, just yet. Maybe he would be later on in the day, if her long streak of bad luck decided to continue.

Once the two had returned to Markarth, they found Svetlana and Bunny waiting not far from the city gates, with Bunny clumsily hiding behind some shrubbery to try and avoid prying eyes. She had her new Orcish bow over her shoulder, with her matching quiver of arrows strapped to the small of her back. Meanwhile, Svetlana was holding a weighty sack of supplies in her arms, stuffed full of provisions for their journey. Smiling warmly, she asked “So, how was the visit? Did Max’s parents chew him out?” The Dunmer’s eyes went half-closed in boredom. Flatly, she answered “Not for long, since he told them that you and I were getting married. Imagine that.”

Svetlana opened her mouth, her brow sinking deep. She sucked in a gasp, fractions of a second away from shouting. Before she could get out a single syllable, Maximus just whistled loudly, sticking his hands into some pockets on his leather armour. Bunny obediently began to follow him, slinking out from behind her patch of bushes. The Dunmer slowly followed after him, Svetlana stuttering and stammering as she followed in turn. Maximus ceased his innocent whistling after several moments of Svetlana’s sputtering disbelief. Trying not to sound too annoyed, he said “Alright, look, I’ll tell you the same thing I told the elf. I’m just about tired of arguing about this, so this better be the damn end of it. I only told them that because they wouldn’t get off my back about the dark elf, and when they start working themselves up into a frenzy, they start screeching about the damn Stormcloaks. That crap always ends up giving me a screaming headache. Can we drop it, now? Good, great.” Svetlana stammered for another moment more, then finally fell silent. The sigh she let out was the ending exclamation point for her internalized rant. With the issue thankfully put behind them, they set out from Markarth, following the roads towards Solitude.

Aside from a run-in with a pack of wolves, the first day of the journey was rather quiet. As the sun set, the four of them drifted off of the established paths, making camp beneath a rocky outcropping. Creating a bonfire attracted a troll, but not one of the four adventurers had been caught off-guard, and their teamwork quickly ended the threat’s life. As Svetlana slipped into her unofficial role as the group’s cook and began preparing a meal, Bunny explored the immediate area, occupying herself by collecting whatever scrape of moss or piece of root she could find. The Dunmer didn’t do much of anything, idling by the fire, looking quite bored. She tossed a glance Maximus’ way every now and then, but he seemed too preoccupied with one thing after another to notice her looks. If he wasn’t looking over his map or talking to one of the others, he was twirling Sabrina’s black vial of mysterious goop, evidently trying to attract the vampire to their campsite. As Svetlana set down a small tray covered with food, she called Bunny over from her wanderings, letting her know that dinner was served. It wasn’t much, but Svetlana had done the best she could with the materials provided.

Munching on buttered bread and roasted potatoes, the four of them took it easy, relaxing after a long day of trekking. Even as he ate, Maximus tossed and caught Sabrina’s vial, certain she wasn’t very far. Bunny watched him for a few seconds, then came out and spoke her mind. “You know, the more I think about it, the more curious I get about Sabrina’s body. Max, you’ve spent more time with her than any of us. Do you know how she got herself to look that way?” Maximus shrugged, having hardly paid attention to the question. Bluntly, he said “Not sure. She’s tried telling me, once or twice, that her body’s not real. Who knows what she meant by that.”

Svetlana raised an eyebrow, chipping in with “Well, it makes sense to me. Nobody with a body like that can be natural. I’d be the first to admit that I’m no student of history, but I’ve never heard of any man being born with a woman’s body.” Maximus smiled smugly. Better get the others to play along with Sabrina’s new identity, wouldn’t want the vampire to regress back to her previous state. “You know, she doesn’t consider herself a man. She’s a woman, through and through. She’ll get really offended if you try treating her like anything else. Best not to even mention it. Basically, she’s a girl with the misfortune of having a boy’s bits.”

Svetlana briefly brought a hand to her mouth, quietly said “Oh, right...Doesn’t really make much sense to me, but I suppose I wouldn’t want to upset her.” The Dunmer slowly started to frown, a bitter tone in her voice as she muttered out “Sure didn’t feel like a girl, when she was forcing my hips apart with her monster c-” “What was that?” Maximus snapped, calling the Dunmer out with a grin. The Dunmer flinched, looking up from the fire. Abruptly, she stammered out “Oh, uh, I said, maybe she got her body through a spell. She says she’s mastered pretty much all types of Magicka, right?” Maximus narrowed his eyes at the Dunmer, his grin persisting. She coughed awkwardly, then took another bite from a piece of bread, avoiding Maximus’ gaze. Bunny raised her eyebrows, innocently commenting “You should ask her, next time you see her. I’d be curious to find out how she got that way.” Maximus shrugged, catching the vial one more time. Without a care, he said “Maybe I will. I didn’t really care, at first, but I guess it’d be a bit of a story. Since we’re all here, I might as well, anyway.”

“Might as well, what?” Sabrina suddenly asked, walking into the firelight. Everyone looked over, with Bunny gaining a flickering smile. To Bunny, it seemed like only minutes before that Sabrina was pounding into her while Maximus and Svetlana became better acquainted, so to speak. As Sabrina swayed her hips and took a seat between Maximus and the Dunmer, she lightly ran a hand across Maximus’ shoulder, giving him a little sign that he was the focus of her attention. Maximus, smiling a little, said “You’ve got some great timing, we were just talking about you. The other girls were pestering me about your body.” All four of them immediately started to blush with embarrassment. Svetlana tried stammering out an explanation, but she couldn’t outright refute Maximus’ words. Sabrina, her cheeks remaining a little pink, looked over at Maximus and quietly said “Really?...We’re really going to do this now? I only wanted to tell you, but you were never curious...” Maximus arched an eyebrow at her. Still smiling, he casually said “It’s not that I was never curious, it’s that I always had bigger things on my mind. Right now, we’ve got a few minutes free. And, besides...After last night, I’m not the only one who knows your big secret. Might as well come out and tell all of us.”

Sabrina sighed through her nose. Her eyes fell to the ground. Curtly, she said “Long story short, my old teacher was a pervert. She had me changed.” The Dunmer glanced at Bunny and Svetlana, then curiously said “Er...She “changed” you?” Sabrina sucked her teeth, then held out her right hand. In the firelight, the four of them noticed something they had never spotted, before: an ebony ring on Sabrina’s pinky. Considering how pale Sabrina was, none of them could fathom how they hadn’t spotted it, before, although the ring’s thinness did help make it less pronounced. Unadorned with any jewel, pattern, or engraving, the ring was simply a plain black band around Sabrina’s littlest finger, unimpressive to the highest degree. Sabrina eyed the ring with barely contained contempt simmering behind her stare.

Flatly, she said “She had me put this on, one day. It caused the change. As long as I have it on, I’ll always look like I do. Problem is, I have no idea how to take it off. It might as well be fixed right to my bones. I think she gave it an extremely powerful Alteration enchantment, but so far, I haven’t been able to counter it...Until I figure out exactly what she enchanted the ring with, I won’t be able to nullify it.” Bunny shrugged, cooing out “So, just ask her! If she won’t tell you, we could make her! We could help, right, guys?” Sabrina cast Bunny an amused smile. Trying not to grin, she simply said “Unless I raise her from the grave, that’s not going to happen, and I don’t think any of us wants her back. See, once I became sick of her lewdness, I fed her a foot-long ice spike.”

Svetlana momentarily puckered her lips, eyes drifting off to the side. The ice cold confession of murder similarly chilled Bunny, whose pale face showed she had very suddenly started feeling uncomfortable. Shrugging, glancing upwards, Sabrina added “It’s too bad I wasn’t a vampire, at that point. If I was, I would’ve kept her as meat for a long, long time. But, better this way. Her Magicka would’ve been a problem. She was even more skilled than I am...At the time.” Maximus blinked, eyes lazily half-closed. Barely quirking an eyebrow at her, he slowly said “That’s it? That’s the big story? You put on a fantastical ring and got your new body?”

Sabrina glanced at him, smiling awkwardly. “Well, no. I could go into a lot more detail, and talk about a lot more stuff. I just...Don’t feel like it. You guys don’t really need to know anything more than the abridged version, anyway.” Maximus simply rolled his eyes. Obviously disappointed, he abruptly changed the topic, nodding at the others. “Eat up, everyone. We can’t let anything go to waste. We’ll be sleeping in shifts, by the way, so nothing gets to sneak up on us. I’ll stay up, first.” The others nodded agreeably.

As everyone finished eating, Maximus brought Sabrina up to speed on the group’s new goal. Sabrina gave him a curious look, part way through. Cutting him off, she quickly said “It’s probably not important, but I feel I should point out that the Silver-Bloods don’t actually own that mine.” Maximus trailed off, and the other girls gave Sabrina perplexed looks. Sabrina gave a light shake with her head, glancing from face to face. “The mine by Karthwasten? The Silver-Bloods don’t own that one, but they’ve always wanted it, far as I know. I’ve seen mercenaries working for them head in the village’s direction, every now and then. You might be doing their dirty work.”

Svetlana shook her head. “No way, the letter came from the Jarl’s court, and the steward did say they’d have work for us. Besides, we’re just scouting the area for Forsworn, we’re not muscling the mine owner, or anything.” Sabrina doubtfully raised an eyebrow, but didn’t speak her mind any further. Maximus finished off with “Like I said, we don’t exactly have much to go on. Until we get there and get an idea of what’s going on, we can’t really come up with a plan. So, for now, we’re just making our way there. In fact, Sabrina, you should take advantage of the night to move ahead of us. Maybe you’ll see something before we do.”

Sabrina gave a surprisingly subservient nod. Lightly, she said “Alright, just let me rest my feet for a few more minutes.” Maximus didn’t force her to get moving. Things became rather quiet after that, with each of the girls slowly becoming more wound up, as if they were expecting something big to happen at any moment. Maximus eventually grinned to himself when he figured out that they were each expecting another orgy to break out. He ended the tension by getting up to his feet, telling Sabrina it was time for her to get going. Sabrina simply stood up beside him, following Maximus as he walked away from the campsite.

The Dunmer let out a little sigh of relief, while Svetlana and Bunny both looked a little disappointed. Without Sabrina, it was doubtful that Maximus would launch another orgy...Unless, of course, he wanted the girls all to himself. New hope ignited in Svetlana’s eyes, and a little grin appeared on Bunny’s face. They’d find themselves disappointed, eventually, but Maximus cared little. After rewarding them with an orgiastic bonding session, he needed to remind them that only good behaviour and skilled assistance towards him would net them pleasure. Rewards given without merit would only breed complacency.

Maximus and Sabrina walked out of earshot, stepping into the shadows. Sabrina eventually stopped walking, giving Maximus a little look. Trying not to offend him, she delicately said “Er, Maximus, you never said that you’d be going with me. Or, are you just showing me away from the camp?” Maximus smiled smugly, turning towards her. Knowingly, he said “Neither. I just wanted to make sure you were following my instructions, and I figured checking in front of the others would only get them hot and bothered.” Sabrina swallowed some excess saliva, blinking once or twice.

Suddenly seeming a little embarrassed, she quietly said “I’m doing what you want, but I still don’t know why you want that...How long am I going to have to wait?” Maximus grinned. “Long enough for there to be a noticeable difference. Remember, be a good little girl, and you’ll get a treat. Bad girls get punished. Now, let me see them.” Sabrina’s head tilted forwards. Colour started to bloom in her cheeks. Her eyes drifted off to the side. She slowly started to bite on her bottom lip. Despite all her reluctant and embarrassed body language, she meekly did as Maximus desired, pulling up the front of her skirt.

Maximus grinned a wide, smug split from ear to ear. The first half of his instructions, she had clearly followed; her black panties had been replaced with a frilly pink pair, giving her the most feminine undergarments Maximus could think of. Not only did he enjoy seeing the vampire wear something other than her beloved black, but the girly underwear was just one more thing to reinforce her submission to Maximus. Considering the half-hard bulge in her soft panties, she had been enjoying it, too...Or, perhaps, that was just a lingering effect from the other half of his instructions. Maximus gave her a wink, letting her drop her skirt back down. Still grinning, he said “Good, I won’t bother asking where you got them. Doesn’t matter, anyway. Just remember not to let your hands wander, and you’ll get your reward before you know it.”

Sabrina nodded, weakly. Maximus sent her on her way with a slap over the rump, letting her disappear into the night. When he returned to the camp, he found the others settling in for some sleep, trying to keep warm by the fire. Maximus took his seat, watching the flames flicker. It was possible that they’d be clashing with Forsworn, the next day. Was it also possible that they’d find the people who had killed his true mother and father? Doubtful, but the chance was always there. Any Forsworn involved in the rebellion would most likely be rather old, by that point. After all, it had been nearly two decades, since. Still, the thought helped keep Maximus awake during the night, making his watch shift easy to manage.
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