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I had to leave the city in a hurry, but making sure that nobody would follow me took some work and some bribery. Taking in that homeless guy from the road was a brilliant idea. I already planned to use him as a scapegoat of some kind, but what I came up with was more than I had imagined for the poor sod before. My last money in cash went to a necromancer, who also knew some nice destruction spells. I gave the homeless some of my better clothes as a gift and a help to get him started again. My performance was so perfect, he shed some tears when he put them on and went on his way. I must have totally forgotten about my necklace in the coat's pocket. Too bad, everyone in the city knew, I would never part with it and everybody liked it. Some even wanted to buy it. Bah, a small sacrifice for my plan. 

The necromancer did a fine job, the guy was almost burned to cinders. Lucky for me, some of the clothes still remained. The fireball must have blown them right off the guy, when he burst into flames. They were singed, but still recognizable and they even found the necklace. I am only a bit annoyed that I couldn't retrieve my gold from the spellcaster's purse, after the guards had run him through. If I want to be dead, I can't take the chance to be seen and recognized. Good old Delvin from Riften has set me up to meet a group of bandits at Embershard Mine. I am glad that Mallory kept his word, but our little Skooma scheme under the pretense of a Black-Briar franchise had made some nice coin, so I guess he knew that me owed me something.

My name was Cedric, schemer, scammer, thief. And now I will become a bandit. I have to think of a new name....
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Day 1 (Who cares for dates when on the run?)
The guys at the mine were reluctant to let me in at first, but after showing them Delvin's pendant, they warmed up to me. They really are mean cutthroats, no regards for any life. They are fierce, but have no ambition. Their leader, Brurg, a moody old Orc, blind on the left, thinks it is enough to rob the few travellers on the roads for a some coin. Time to step up my game and advance in the ranks. Sooner or later, this mine and this band will be under my leadership.

To do this, I came up with a plan to get the guys on my side. I knew some travel schedules, before I left Whiterun, so I told Brurg that I would take some guys for a small hold up on the road near the junction to Helgen. Once we were in the wild, I told them my true plan. A blacksmith and his two daughters were on the way to Whiterun. Not sure why, Whiterun already has two blacksmithes. Maybe they plan a conference, hehe. Not that it matters, because we will stop them and take them hostage. The old man can work for his life. Our armours and weapons really need an overhaul, if we want to compete with other groups. We will use the girls as pressure, if he doesn't value his life enough. Once we are done, we will ransom him to his family in Morthal.

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Day 2

The plan worked well, the old guy only had two flimsy bodyguards with him. Cheapskate! After Thoren had liften one up with his greatsword, the other milk drinker wet himself and tried to run. But you can't outrun an arrow. It went right through his throat, he couldn't even beg anymore when the mace came down on his head.

The blacksmith refused to work at first. But when we started to grope his daughters a bit, he caved in. Just like I thought. 
Oh, those two lasses. 21 and 19 years old, rosy cheeks and breasts and butts which jiggle just right when they move. I really want a piece of them. But for now, we have to keep them intact, or the old man might refuse again. We had him smith up some collars and cuffs. We didn't tell him, what they were for, until they were finished. When we clad them around his daughters, he wept. I promised him, he would never see any of my men or me do harm to them, if he kept up the work on our equipment.
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Day 3

The guys are getting restless, the old coot takes to long with his work. They want the ransom money and are eying the girls with animalistic lust. If I want to be the first in them, I have to speed up the blacksmith.
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Day 4

It wasn't so hard to get him to work faster. I used the older one for it. I grabbed one of the red hot metal rods, stepped over to her and held  the glowing metal close to her face. The heat made her eyes water and the sweet panic in her eyes almost made me hard. I had a firm grip at her buttock and that actually made my rod stand at attention. The old man doubled his efforts after that. Tomorrow, he will be done.
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Day 5
Thoren came over to me yesterday evening. The men want the girls. They don't care for the money anymore. Good friend Thoren! Of course I will have to share them with him for that. But hey, I pay what I owe. Well, at least sometimes. 

We waited until the others were asleep and went over to the cell, where we held the hostages. We put blindfolds on the girls and gagged them. We told their  father that we did this because we would lead them out to safety, but don't want them to know the way. Once they weren't able to scream anymore I turned to him again and beckoned him over to the treasure room, where we kept their stuff. "Remember, I made a promise. And I always keep my promise. Do you remember it?" He nodded and whispered "Yes, thank you for keeping it." I guess he whispered because he thought we were trying to sneak them out. Ah well, he wouldn't see them harmed. Not with his head on the floor. He really did a good job, sharpening my axe.

Then Thoren and I turned our attention back to the girls. They didn't know what had happened yet, their father wasn't able to make as much as a sound when I chopped his head off. I made sure to be first in the cell, this way I could pick the one I wanted, that was at least fair, if I had to share. But I had no need to worry, because Thoren had decided that he wanted the older one anyway. She wasn't as busty as the young one, which was fine by me.

My flesh was already pounding against my leather pants and it felt too tight. It almost hurt. Hastily I unfastened the leather strips and let him pop out. Thoren only needed to pull down his linen pants. 

I stood behind my girl, Silka. She didn't move at first. I slowly grabbed her arms from behind and lifted them up. She didn't resist, probably still thinking that we would lead them out of the cave. When the rope between her handcuffs slid over the hook in the ceiling, she seemed to understand and struggled a bit.

Thoren had made Grilla, the other one, sit on a chair and pulled out the gag.
She opened her mouth to say something, which made me giggle, for as soon as she parted her lips, he shoved his hard member deep into her mouth. At least she couldn't scream and alert the others, sleeping in the main hall.

Seeing him pump his meat into her face at an almost terrifying speed reminded me of my throbbing member. 
With my dagger I made short work of the robe Silka wore. She squeaked and wound herself, trying to avoid my exploring hands. "Shut it, I am armed with more than a meat dagger, pretty one.", I whispered in her ear. My left hand went for her breast and fondled it, my right hand went down over her stomach. Oh, a nice trimmed bush. Just to my liking! I grabbed harder with my left and the fingers of my right found the sheath to my dagger. It would be a tight fit, that much was sure! She stood on her toes, the hook was a bit too high for her. I rubbed my meat between her buttocks. Nice and warm.
It was time to slide it in! My meat was so hard, it almost hurt. I bent my knees and aimed for her nice pink opening. The head parted her lips, but she wasn't ready for it yet. Cursed be the Nine! Letting go of her for a moment I grabbed the pouch from my belt. With trembling hands I pulled out the small pot with the troll fat. This would make everything smooth and slick. The only problem was that troll fat had the side effect of enlarging your meat pole. That was her problem, not mine. Hastily, I smeared it over my throbbing cock. I hurried to get ready, so that I would be inside her, before it grew to big to enter that tiny, rarely used hole. 
"There you go, sweetie�, I breathed into her ear. Then I pushed it in. The troll fat did a good job at lubricating, although she didn't seem to think so. She screamed into the gag and I feared that she would faint. Better get it all in, wiggle a bit and wait for the side effect. She hung limp from the ropes, not resisting anymore. I started to move my pelvis in circles. The sudden rush of heat made my eyes water. There it was! I almost was not able to pull my cock out of her, so tight she was around my dick. But it worked. Well-greased, I pulled back until only the head was still in. Then I pushed again. Slowly at first, but I soon picked up the pace and with each deep, forcefull thrust, I could see her buttocks quake. This aroused me even more, I had to pump harder and harder. 

I looked over to Thoren, his cock was so deep inside Grilla's throat, I feared, she might suffocate. And when I saw her face, I realized, that this was happening. Her teary eyes rolled upwards and her face turned some kind of purple. "Hey! Thoren!", I kind of shouted and whispered at the same time. My partner in crime looked over to me. I pointed at her face silently. When he looked down, he realized what was happening. Quickly he pulled out. She gasped and inhaled sharply. Then she fainted. Thoren checked if she still was breathing. When he was satisfied that she did, he slid his soaking wet cock between her breasts for a bit. She still seemed out cold. He lifted her up, carried her over to the treasure room and laid her on the table. I could watch him from my position and saw, how he spread her legs and pushed his meat into her. He was pumping and grunting. 

Silka squirmed on my cock. I moved in and out as quick as I could. Darn, she was tight! Then my legs started to cramp and I had to stop. Fucking her while suspended was not going to work any longer. I cut the rope holding her on the hook and pushed her on the floor, bottom sticking up nicely. I dropped to my knees and took her from behind. She whimpered. Not much longer and I would blow my load. Grabbing her breasts, I pulled her up. She weakly tried to fend me off. I only needed one hand to hold her arms on her back, the other hand grabbing her nice firm boobs. I was almost ready, so I pumped as quickly as I could. My balls ached, they retracted a bit. The head of my dick swelled up even more. With a groan, I pulled out and shot my load all over her buttocks and back. 

Thoren came almost at the same time. His semen sprayed all over his girl's stomach and breasts. He huffed and puffed as if he had just run from Riverwood to Whiterun.

I stood up and pushed Silka over with my foot. She only winced a bit and stayed there, covered in my goo. I considered a second go, but had the intuition to get my clothes in order. My dick was throbbing, but slowly returning to normal size and started to go soft. Don't get me wrong! I could have gone for another round! 

Thoren still rubbed his piece between Grilla's pink lips and it seemed, he was considering another fuck as well.

Then we heared the footsteps from the sleeping area. Our friends were awake! 
When they came to the cell and treasure room, they had a look of disapproval on their faces. 
"You really took your turns before any of us? You really are assholes!", one of them shouted. "I thought we would do a lottery!"
I tried to calm them down. "Boys, they are barely broken in. They have still enough holes to deflower. We only warmed them up in the spur of the moment. Their father tried to talk us into letting them go, even tried to bribe us. When Thoren and I refused, he came at us with a dagger. After that... well, it kind of happened!"

The guys looked at me, then at Thoren. They saw the headless blacksmith on the ground and suddenly grinned. "No father, no ransom, right?" "Right!", I said. "Have fun, guys. I need a nap now."
Thoren recognized the situation and was clever enough to follow my lead. "Yeah, I am tired as well. Better hit the bed roll for a bit." 

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We went to the main room and tucked in. When we looked at each other, we winked. From the corridor, we heard the guys laugh and encourage each other. Sometimes we heard the girls squeak.
 
Then Oblivion came upon us. One of the traps at the entrance was sprung. I heard the clashing of metal, shouts and screams. Thoren and I looked at each other and without a word, we grabbed our backpacks and scrambled for the emergency exit. Or so was the plan. Suddenly we stood in front of Brurg. "What is going on?", he demanded. "It seems, we are being attacked!", I replied. 
"And why are you moving into the other direction? You should be heading towards the fight, milk drinker!"
I stood on his left, so he didn't see my dagger come up, as it slashed his throat.
Stupid Orc, never liked you anyway! While he was falling to his knees, gurgling his own blood out of the slash and mouth, Thoren and I dashed over the small wooden bridge and out of the mine.
We didn't head for Riverwood, but up to Helgen. Maybe we could hitch a ride there. 
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Day 6
When we arrived at Helgen, it was in flames. The stench of death and burnt flesh hung in the air, we could smell it even before we arrived at the gates. We didn't dare to go nearer. 
Thoren and I decided to go to Pinewatch, we had heard about a group of people like us there, working under a tough lass named Rigel. 
Time for a new name again. So there should be nothing connecting me to my old one.
Thoren looked quite surprised, when my daggers pierced his kidneys. Too bad, I almost liked him.

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I'm hiding this journal here at the way stone, wouldn't want anyone from Rigel's crew to find out that I was part of Brurg's gang. I will retrieve it later, if the Nine allow it. 
If I cannot, consider this my confession, for I am dead and gone.

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俺は町を大急ぎで離れなければならなかったが、だれもつけてないことを確かめるために多少の工作とワイロを使った。道端のホームレスを使うってのはイカすアイデアだった。すでにある種のイケニエとしてそいつを使うことは計算済みだったが、近づくと想定していたのより多くの貧乏人がいた。持っている最後の金は恐ろしい破壊魔法も使う死霊術師に渡してしまった。ホームレスに彼をまた捕まえさせるために何着かの上等な服を渡した。俺の振る舞いは完璧で、服を身に着けた奴の後ろをついていくときにそいつは少し泣いていた。俺はコートのポケットにネックレスが入っていたことを完全に忘れていた。 残念だ、俺がそれを手放さず皆もそれを気に入っていたことを、町の誰もが知っていた。何人かはそれを買いたがっていた。フン、私の計画のための小さな犠牲か。

死霊術師はいい仕事をして、そいつを燃やしてほとんど消し炭にした。ラッキーなことに、数着の服はまだ残っていた。火球はまさに奴を吹っ飛ばしたのに違いない。 The fireball must have blown them right off the guy, when he burst into flames. They were singed, but still recognizable and they even found the necklace. I am only a bit annoyed that I couldn't retrieve my gold from the spellcaster's purse, after the guards had run him through. If I want to be dead, I can't take the chance to be seen and recognized. Good old Delvin from Riften has set me up to meet a group of bandits at Embershard Mine. I am glad that Mallory kept his word, but our little Skooma scheme under the pretense of a Black-Briar franchise had made some nice coin, so I guess he knew that me owed me something.

My name was Cedric, schemer, scammer, thief. And now I will become a bandit. I have to think of a new name....
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Day 1 (Who cares for dates when on the run?)
鉱山をねぐらにした男たちは最初は俺を入れることに難色を示したが、デルヴィンのペンダントを見せると態度を翻した。こいつらは本当にろくでもない人殺しで、命を何とも思っちゃいない。凶暴だが野心はなかった。ここのリーダーはブルグ、左目を失った風格のある老オークで、多少の金のために街道の旅人を襲えば十分と考えている男だ。今は策略を進めて地位を高めていく時だ。遅かれ早かれこの鉱山と一団は俺の支配下に入るだろう。

そうして、俺は自分の方から男を捕まえる計画を持ちかけた。ホワイトランを去る前に俺はいくつかの旅行者の行動日程を知っていたので、ヘルゲンの交差点近くで何人かをホールドアップしようとブルグに告げた。一旦外に出ると、俺は奴らに真の計画を話した。鍛冶屋と彼の2人の娘がホワイトランへ向かった。どうしてか知らんがホワイトランにはもう鍛冶屋は2軒もある。おそらく彼らは今後を相談するだろう、ヘヘ。そこは重要じゃない、だから俺たちは彼らを呼び止めて人質に取るんだ。老いぼれは自分の腕で仕事をしてもらう。もし他の強盗団と争うとなれば俺たちの武器や防具はいい加減手入れが必要になる。老い先短いそいつが役立たずだったとしても、俺たちは娘たちを楽しむことができる。うまくやれれば、モーサルの家族から男の身代金を取れるだろう。

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Day 2

計画は当たり、老いぼれはたった2人のひ弱な護衛を連れているだけだった。しみったれ! ソーレンがグレートソードで一人を吹き飛ばしたあと、もう一人のミルク飲み野郎はもらしながら逃げ出そうとした。まあ弓矢からは逃げられんよ。それはまっすぐ奴の喉ぶえに当たり、メイスを振り下ろされる前に命乞いをすることもできなかった。

鍛冶屋は最初仕事を拒否した。だが俺たちが娘たちの身体をさわり始めると降参した。まさに思った通りだ。
おっと、2人の娘っ子だ。赤い頬をした21と19で、動くたびにオッパイとケツがユサユサ揺れる。俺はすぐにもどっちかを頂きたかったが今のところは、こいつらに手を出せば老いぼれが言うことを聞かなくなる。やつにいくつか首かせと手かせを造らせた。出来あがるまでは何に使うかは教えなかった。そいつをやつの娘たちにはめると、やつは泣き出した。俺は約束してやった。俺たちの装備を仕上げるなら俺や他の男が彼女らを傷つける光景を目にすることはないと。
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Day 3

老いぼれの仕事は長引き、男たちは落ち着きがない。身代金を待ち、そして娘たちを獣の目で見つめている。あいつらに先んじるためには、鍛冶を急がせないと。
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Day 4

やつに急がせるのはそう難しいことではなかった。 古い手で行けた。俺は熱して赤くなった金属棒を握ると女のところに駆け寄って鈍く光るそいつを彼女の顔に近づけた。その熱によって彼女が涙ぐみ目に恐怖が浮かぶのを見て俺は勃っていた。I had a firm grip at her buttock and that actually made my rod stand at attention. The old man doubled his efforts after that. Tomorrow, he will be done.
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Day 5
ソーレンがゆうべ俺のところに来た。男たちが娘たちを狙っている。金の方はもはや気にしていないと。良き友ソーレン! もちろん女は鍛冶屋の仕事の完了とともに分け合うつもりではあった。だがまあ、責任は取るとも。あー、またいつか。 

俺たちは他の男が待ち、人質がいる部屋に向かった。We put blindfolds on the girls and gagged them. We told their  father that we did this because we would lead them out to safety, but don't want them to know the way. Once they weren't able to scream anymore I turned to him again and beckoned him over to the treasure room, where we kept their stuff. "Remember, I made a promise. And I always keep my promise. Do you remember it?" He nodded and whispered "Yes, thank you for keeping it." I guess he whispered because he thought we were trying to sneak them out. Ah well, he wouldn't see them harmed. Not with his head on the floor. He really did a good job, sharpening my axe.

そしてソーレンと俺は娘たちに注意を戻した。俺が彼女らの父親の首を切り落とした時音を立てなかったため彼女たちは何が起こったか気づいていなかった。I made sure to be first in the cell, this way I could pick the one I wanted, that was at least fair, if I had to share. But I had no need to worry, because Thoren had decided that he wanted the older one anyway. She wasn't as busty as the young one, which was fine by me.

俺の肉棒はすでに皮のパンツを突き上げていてとても窮屈だった。痛いほどだった。急いで紐を緩めるとそれが顔を現した。ソーレンはただリネンのパンツを下ろすだけだった。

俺の相手をする娘、シルカの後ろに立った。彼女は最初動けなかった。後ろからゆっくり彼女の両腕をつかんで引き上げた。おそらくまだ俺たちが洞窟の外に出してくれると思っているのか、抵抗を見せなかった。手かせ同士をつないだロープが檻のフックに引っ掛けられると、彼女は悟って少しもがいた。

ソーレンのほうはもう一人の娘、グリラを椅子に座らせ、口かせを外していた。
彼女の口が何かを言おうとして開かれるや否や、(俺は笑っちまったが）彼は彼女の口の中に深くペニスを押し込んだ。とにかく彼女は叫ぶことができず、大部屋で寝ている他の男を起こすことはなかった。

Seeing him pump his meat into her face at an almost terrifying speed reminded me of my throbbing member. 
With my dagger I made short work of the robe Silka wore. She squeaked and wound herself, trying to avoid my exploring hands. "Shut it, I am armed with more than a meat dagger, pretty one.", I whispered in her ear. 左手を彼女の乳房に伸ばし揉みしだき、右手を彼女の下腹部に降ろした。おお、茂みが小さく揃えられていい。ちょうど俺の好みだ! 左手でさらに強く握りながら右手の指で俺の凶器を納めるさやになる場所を見つけ出した。最高の締まりじゃないか、そうに違いない! 彼女をひっかけたフックは少し高くて、彼女はつま先立っていた。肉棒を彼女の尻の割れ目に擦り付ける。気持ちよくて暖かかった。
さぁ挿入するぞ! 肉棒は本当に硬くなって、痛いほどだった。膝を屈めてピンク色をして口を開けた彼女自身に狙いを付けた。亀頭が両の媚唇をパックリ分けたが、彼女のはまだ十分にほぐれていなかった。九大神の呪いだ! しばらく彼女を離して、ベルトのポーチをつかんだ。震える手でトロールの脂の小瓶を取り出した。それはあらゆるものを滑らかでヌルヌルにする。ただ一つ問題点は俺の肉棒を大きくする副作用があることだが、彼女の問題点であって俺のではない。急いで俺はズキズキするペニスにそいつを塗り付けた。そいつが大きくなる前に彼女の狭くて使い込んでない穴に挿入したくて俺は大急ぎだった。
「行くぜ、可愛い子ちゃん」 彼女の耳にささやいた。そして俺はペニスを挿入した。トロールの脂が効いて滑らかにいったが、彼女の方はそう感じてないようだった。口かせされたままの彼女はくぐもった悲鳴を上げ、気絶しないか心配になった。身体をくねくねさせるのと副作用が効いてきたのとで、より一層深く入った。彼女は吊るされて足を引きずり、なんの抵抗もできなかった。俺は腰を回すように動かし始めた。突然の興奮の連続で涙が出てきた。このオマンコの味と言ったら! 彼女が俺の肉棒をあんまりきつく締め付けるもので腰を引くことが全然できなかった。だが滑りが良くなりそうすることができるようになった。亀頭が中に残るほどまで抜き、そしてまた押し入れた。最初はゆっくりだったが、次第にペースを上げて深く突き入れ、強引にピストンすると、彼女の尻たぶに波が立った。それが一層俺を昂ぶらせ、突いて突いて突きまくった。

ソーレンの方を見やると、彼のペニスがグリラの喉に深く突き刺さっていて、女が窒息しないか心配になった。彼女の顔を見ると、思った通りのことが起きていた。涙を流してほとんど白目をむき、顔色が紫がかっていた。 「おい! ソーレン!」 俺は囁きながらの叫びをやってのけた。相棒は俺よりハイになっていた。黙って彼女の顔を指さす。彼は下を見下ろして、状況が分かったようで、素早く一物を引き抜いた。彼女は喘ぎとともに息を吸い込んでから、気を失った。ソーレンはまだ息をしているか確かめていた。彼女が生きていることに安心した彼は濡れてドロドロのペニスを彼女の胸の谷間に滑り込ませた。彼女はまだ気絶したままだった。彼は女を持ち上げると、宝物室まで運んでテーブルの上に横たえた。女の両脚を広げて肉棒を挿入するのが俺の場所から見えた。そして出し入れしながら唸っていた。

俺の肉棒にシルカは身もだえした。俺は限界の速さで腰を振った。ちくしょう、マンコがキツい! 膝がガクガク言い出して動きを止めざるを得なかった。吊るしたまま彼女を犯すのは上手いこと行かない。俺は吊るしているロープを切り、彼女を都合よく盛り上がった床に降ろした。膝を下ろすと後ろから突っ込んだ。彼女はすすり泣いた。もういくらも持たないので射精する態勢に入った。両方の胸をつかんで女を引っ張り上げた。彼女は弱々しくあらがいを見せた。俺は片手だけで彼女を後ろ手にして封じ、空いた手で形のいい巨乳を揉んだ。射精感がこみ上げ、限界の速さでパンパンと突きまくった。睾丸に痛みが走り、縮こまった。肉棒の傘はそれ以上に膨れ上がった。唸り声を上げて、俺は一物を引き抜いて彼女の尻と背中一面に射精した。

ソーレンがほぼ同じタイミングで達した。ザーメンが女の乳房と腹一面に飛んだ。まるでリバーウッドからホワイトランまで走ったかのように息を切らせていた。

I stood up and pushed Silka over with my foot. She only winced a bit and stayed there, covered in my goo. I considered a second go, but had the intuition to get my clothes in order. My dick was throbbing, but slowly returning to normal size and started to go soft. Don't get me wrong! I could have gone for another round! 

Thoren still rubbed his piece between Grilla's pink lips and it seemed, he was considering another fuck as well.

Then we heared the footsteps from the sleeping area. Our friends were awake! 
When they came to the cell and treasure room, they had a look of disapproval on their faces. 
"You really took your turns before any of us? You really are assholes!", one of them shouted. "I thought we would do a lottery!"
I tried to calm them down. "Boys, they are barely broken in. They have still enough holes to deflower. We only warmed them up in the spur of the moment. Their father tried to talk us into letting them go, even tried to bribe us. When Thoren and I refused, he came at us with a dagger. After that... well, it kind of happened!"

The guys looked at me, then at Thoren. They saw the headless blacksmith on the ground and suddenly grinned. "No father, no ransom, right?" "Right!", I said. "Have fun, guys. I need a nap now."
Thoren recognized the situation and was clever enough to follow my lead. "Yeah, I am tired as well. Better hit the bed roll for a bit." 

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We went to the main room and tucked in. When we looked at each other, we winked. From the corridor, we heard the guys laugh and encourage each other. Sometimes we heard the girls squeak.
 
Then Oblivion came upon us. One of the traps at the entrance was sprung. I heard the clashing of metal, shouts and screams. Thoren and I looked at each other and without a word, we grabbed our backpacks and scrambled for the emergency exit. Or so was the plan. Suddenly we stood in front of Brurg. "What is going on?", he demanded. "It seems, we are being attacked!", I replied. 
"And why are you moving into the other direction? You should be heading towards the fight, milk drinker!"
I stood on his left, so he didn't see my dagger come up, as it slashed his throat.
Stupid Orc, never liked you anyway! While he was falling to his knees, gurgling his own blood out of the slash and mouth, Thoren and I dashed over the small wooden bridge and out of the mine.
We didn't head for Riverwood, but up to Helgen. Maybe we could hitch a ride there. 
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Day 6
When we arrived at Helgen, it was in flames. The stench of death and burnt flesh hung in the air, we could smell it even before we arrived at the gates. We didn't dare to go nearer. 
Thoren and I decided to go to Pinewatch, we had heard about a group of people like us there, working under a tough lass named Rigel. 
さて、新しい名前だな。そして前の自分に関わりのあるものは何もあってはならない。
俺のダガーに腎臓を貫かれて、ソーレンは驚愕の表情を見せた。残念だ、彼のことは結構好きだった。

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I'm hiding this journal here at the way stone, wouldn't want anyone from Rigel's crew to find out that I was part of Brurg's gang. I will retrieve it later, if the Nine allow it. 
If I cannot, consider this my confession, for I am dead and gone.

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Lorna woke to a cool, soothing sensation at her raw wrists. The leather strips had chafed her badly.

She carefully opened one eye. A young guy, maybe eighteen years of age cleaned her wounds and tried not to  look at her bare breasts. She sat up rapidly and he fell backwards on his behind with shock. 
"I am sorry!", he stammered. "Did I hurt you?" His eyes still avoided her body and her eyes. 
"No, you actually didn't.", she said. She realized how uncomfortable he was with her nudeness, and she  thought about using it for her advantage. 
She pulled the rags over her breasts and stretched her bound hands  out to the young man. "It felt quite good, could you do it again?", she said softly.
He poured some liquid on a cloth and started rubbing it around her wrists again. "It is water with some  healing potion in it.", he explained, his ears shining in a bright red. 
"What is your name?", Lorna asked him. "Lugo, my name is Lugo.", he replied. "The Boss told me to treat your  wounds and give you your drink." He looked at her for the first time. His eyes were sad. "I am sorry about  what they do to you. They are animals." 
Lorna looked at him and cocked her head. 
"Then why are you with  them? It doesn't look like you want to be a bandit, and truthfully, I don't see any nastiness in your eyes."  Lugo replied "They captured me two years ago. They didn't want to kill me, since I was just a kid in their  eyes. So they made me fetch water, cook for them and do all the chores. After a while they were so used to  having me around that they considered me part of their outfit instead of a prisoner. I never dared to try to  run away and after two years, I am not even sure, where I would go."

Despite Lugo being one of her captors, she felt a sting of pity for the boy. She quickly shoved it away,  Lugo might be her way out of here, if she played her cards right. 
Her wrists healed before her eyes. She stretched out her leg with the shackle around it. 
"Could you...?",  she asked him. He tried to treat the bruised ankle with the wet cloth as well, but the shackle was too  broad. "Maybe if you removed it for a moment?", she asked. "Please? You can snap it back on after treating it?"
"I think I can do that. You know you can't run away anyway, because you would suffer dearly within twelve  hours, right?" Lorna slowly nodded. 
She saw his face flush red like a tomato as he removed the and busied himself with her ankle. It felt good, no chafing brace around her ankle and a warm tingle when the bruises and the raw skin healed from the diluted healing potion. 
Then he picked up the shackle again to put it around her again. "I am sorry for this.", he exclaimed again.
 
"Now or never!", Lorna thought and faked violent shaking. Lugo dropped the shackle and grabbed her. "What is  it?", he asked fearfully. "Potion... too long since...", she stammered. Forgetting the binding, he pulled the cup from a pouch and poured the thick liquid from a bottle. "Here, drink! Hurry!", he said.
She took the cup and gulped down the contents. "Twelve hours from now", she thought, while drinking.
Her body started to tingle and she felt the need for pleasure rise again. She saw Lugo look at her with wide  eyes and then his gaze fell upon the shackle again. His hand went for it as he remembered to put it back on.

Lorna could not let this happen. She opened her top and grabbed his hand. He tried to pull it back for a  moment, but she pulled him closer, placing his soft, trembling fingers on her breast. It just stayed there.  
She moved his hand over her nipple and made him squeeze her. For a moment she thought, he would faint. 
Then, when she was sure that his hand would stay on her breast and caress her, she moved her hands between  his legs. His body shook, but she kept moving her hands towards his cock. It was stiff beneath his pants,  she massaged his dick for a bit. He started to moan and arch backwards, offering her better access to his  member. 
She pulled it out of his pants and bent forwards. Her lips closed around his shaft, her tongue  playing with his head. He panted. This wouldn't take long, she was sure. Suddenly both his hands were on the  back of her head and he pushed her face down on his cock. "Darn, he sure is well endowed!", Lorna thought as  the head hit her tonsils. He pumped his cum into her throat, she had no other option than to swallow it as  it squirted out. 
His dick shrunk quickly after he had delivered his load and he limply sunk back. 
"I never...", he started. "Shush.", she said as she put her fingers on his lips.
She eyed the pouch. There was a whole bottle of the concoction she needed to survive in it. 
"Why don't we both escape from here?", Lorna whispered. 
His eyes widened. "I can't do that! If they find me, they will kill me. And you probably will leave me behind as soon as we are far enough away from the camp."
"No, I will not leave you behind. First, you are cute and I want you around when I need my dosage. Second, you have the potion, I would die if I left you." She moved her hands from his knees towards his groin. "And  we could have a lot of fun together. I would love to teach you about women."
That was all it took to convince him.
"Ok, I will come to you at dark. Let me put the shackle back on, so nobody notices. I will leave it open, so  you know I trust you and will come back." 
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When night had fallen, Lorna realized that she soon would need another sip from the potion and she hoped,  that Lugo would come for her. Then he was there. She opened the shackle and he cut the leather strips around  her wrists. He pulled her to her feet and, ducking low, they moved through the undergrowth. Soon they  disappeared between the trees.

After they had rushed through the woods for two hours, Lorna felt the first stings of pain in her kidneys.  She started to sweat, her vision became blurry. Her pussy started to contract in a pulsing rythm. She soon  would be overcome by blinding desire and would need to fuck uncontrollably until the potion killed her. At  least that was, what the bandit leader had told her. 
With a moan, she grabbed Lugo by the shoulders and  turned him around. She could barely see his face in the dim light. Her hands undid his belt automatically  and she pulled out his dick. It only took her a few strokes to get it hard. She took off her pants and  jumped onto him, her legs locking around his waist. Lugo almost lost his footing but she just shoved his  dick into her pussy. She slid down all the way and started to grind her hips, panting into his ear. 
He  grabbed her buttocks and carried her towards a tree. The rough bark scraped over her back, leaving read  streaks. She kept grinding, his panting grew more rapid. Then he shot his load into her, muffling his groans  by biting into her rags. 
They both slid to the ground. Lorna started to lose control over herself, she needed more! 
Her hand gripped his dick and started to stroke faster and faster. Lugo moaned. It was too much for him.
While she worked on getting his cock stiff again, her breasts jiggled before him. Lugo managed to pull the  bottle from the pouch. "Drink! Please.... ooooh.... drink", he breathed into her ear, putting the bottle to  her lips. With a last flicker of concious thought, she took a sip. Kneeling before him, she let go of his dick, still limp. 
She pinched her nipples and started to finger herself. Warm waves of the upcoming climax  shot from her pussy through her stomach and her breasts. The potion just kicked in as she came. She had  forgotten everything around her and she howled as her body convulsed in ecstatic pleasure.

It took her a few minutes to catch her breath. She looked at Lugo. "Thank you, you saved my life again.", she said, smiling at him. "We need to keep a closer watch on the passing hours, this was a close call," Lugo  replied, while he stashed the bottle back into the pouch again. 
Then he looked at her with a surprised look. Lorna saw his eyes show a deep sadness, then they slowly moved upwards. A red trickle appeared at the corner  of his mouth and he sank to his knees. She jumped forward to catch him. That was when she saw the arrowhead  stick out of the front of his throat. 
Lorna froze only for a second and grabbed the pouch. She heard the  splintering noise of another arrow hitting the tree next to her. On all four she scrambled through the  bushes, trying to hide from sight. Lorna heard voices in the distance now. 
"I got the traitor!", one bandit  shouted. "Is she with him?", another voice replied. "No, don't see her. I bet she ditched the fool the first  chance she got." "Damn, it looks like she got the pouch. She probably can make it to Riften safely now!"  "Well, if she does, she will be a main attraction in The Bee and Barb or Haelga's Bunkhouse before she  croaks." "We should write her off as a loss, the Boss will not cross the Black-Briars or the Thieves Guild,  that much is sure."

Riften... now Lorna had a goal. She had to reach Riften and find sanctuary there. She kept moving through the woods until she saw a lantern shimmer through the trees. As she came closer, she saw that it was a lantern next to a road. She took another sip from the bottle and sank down behind a bush. Her fingers rubbed  her pussy, she played with her clit until she came, biting the back of her hand so she wouldn't make a  noise. Then she climbed out of the ditch and followed the road towards the city lights flickering in the  distance. Hopefully someone would give her some clothes, these rough rags started to chafe her in all the wrong places.
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ローナは擦りむいた手首への冷たい、心地よい感覚に目を覚ました。この革の輪っかは彼女をひどくイライラさせていた。

彼女は注意深く片目を開けた。18歳ほどの若い男が彼女の傷を手当てしつつ、彼女のあらわな乳房を見ないようにしていた。彼女は素早く起き上ったのでびっくりして彼は後ろに尻もちをついた。
「ごめんなさい!」 彼はどもった。 「痛くしちゃった?」 彼の目線はまだ彼女の身体や彼女の目を避けていた。
「いえ、実際大丈夫だったんでしょ」 と彼女は言った。彼女は自分のヌードに彼が居心地が悪い思いをしていることを悟り、これを使って優位に立とうと考えた。
彼女はボロを胸まで引き上げてから縛られた手を若い男に差し伸べた。「とてもいい感じだったわ、もう一度してくれる?」 彼女は優しい声で言った。
彼は何かの液体を服に振りかけてからまた彼女の手首の回りをこすり始めた。 「これは水に少し回復薬を混ぜたものです」 と説明している彼の耳は真っ赤になっていた。
「あなたの名前は?」 ローナは尋ねた。 「ルーゴ、僕、名前はルーゴ」 と彼は返した。「ボスが傷を手当てして飲み物の世話をするように言いつけたんだ。」 初めて彼は彼女を見つめた。その目が曇った。「あいつらのしたことを謝るよ。あいつらはケダモノだ」
ローナは顔を上げて彼を見つめた。 
「ところでどうしてあなたは彼らと一緒にいるの? 山賊になりたそうには見えないし、正直に言うと、あなたの目に悪さが見えないわ」 ルーゴは答えて 「あいつらは2年前に僕を捕まえたんだ。あいつらの目には僕はただの小僧に見えたから僕を殺そうとはしなかった。それであいつらは僕を水くみや、炊飯やあらゆる雑用に使っているんだ。しばらくしてからあいつらは僕を囚人の服を着せた奴らに含むように考えている。2年の間逃げ出そうとしたことはなかったけど、どうするべきなのかはっきりとわからない」

自分を捕まえた一人であるルーゴにもかかわらず、彼女は彼に対し同情の心の痛みを感じた。彼女はすぐにそれを心の中から追い出した。正しくカードを切っていけばルーゴはここから彼女が外に出る道を開いてくれるだろう。
見る限り彼女の手首は前よりも良くなった。かせを巻かれた脚を差し伸べた。
「お願いできる…?」 彼に言った。彼は同じように湿った布で傷のある足首を手当てしようとしたが、その足かせは太すぎた。 「できたらこれを少しの間だけ外してくれない?」 彼女は聞いた。 「ダメ? 手当ての後もう一度はめれてもらえればいいから」
「そうしてもいい。とにかくここからは逃げられないよ、だって12時間でひどく苦しいことになるんだからね」 ローナはゆっくりうなずいた。
She saw his face flush red like a tomato as he removed the and busied himself with her ankle. It felt good, no chafing brace around her ankle and a warm tingle when the bruises and the raw skin healed from the diluted healing potion. 
Then he picked up the shackle again to put it around her again. "I am sorry for this.", he exclaimed again.
 
"Now or never!", Lorna thought and faked violent shaking. Lugo dropped the shackle and grabbed her. "What is  it?", he asked fearfully. "Potion... too long since...", she stammered. Forgetting the binding, he pulled the cup from a pouch and poured the thick liquid from a bottle. "Here, drink! Hurry!", he said.
She took the cup and gulped down the contents. "Twelve hours from now", she thought, while drinking.
Her body started to tingle and she felt the need for pleasure rise again. She saw Lugo look at her with wide  eyes and then his gaze fell upon the shackle again. His hand went for it as he remembered to put it back on.

Lorna could not let this happen. She opened her top and grabbed his hand. He tried to pull it back for a  moment, but she pulled him closer, placing his soft, trembling fingers on her breast. It just stayed there.  
She moved his hand over her nipple and made him squeeze her. For a moment she thought, he would faint. 
Then, when she was sure that his hand would stay on her breast and caress her, she moved her hands between  his legs. His body shook, but she kept moving her hands towards his cock. It was stiff beneath his pants,  she massaged his dick for a bit. He started to moan and arch backwards, offering her better access to his  member. 
She pulled it out of his pants and bent forwards. Her lips closed around his shaft, her tongue  playing with his head. He panted. This wouldn't take long, she was sure. Suddenly both his hands were on the  back of her head and he pushed her face down on his cock. "Darn, he sure is well endowed!", Lorna thought as  the head hit her tonsils. He pumped his cum into her throat, she had no other option than to swallow it as  it squirted out. 
His dick shrunk quickly after he had delivered his load and he limply sunk back. 
"I never...", he started. "Shush.", she said as she put her fingers on his lips.
She eyed the pouch. There was a whole bottle of the concoction she needed to survive in it. 
"Why don't we both escape from here?", Lorna whispered. 
His eyes widened. "I can't do that! If they find me, they will kill me. And you probably will leave me behind as soon as we are far enough away from the camp."
"No, I will not leave you behind. First, you are cute and I want you around when I need my dosage. Second, you have the potion, I would die if I left you." She moved her hands from his knees towards his groin. "And  we could have a lot of fun together. I would love to teach you about women."
That was all it took to convince him.
"Ok, I will come to you at dark. Let me put the shackle back on, so nobody notices. I will leave it open, so  you know I trust you and will come back." 
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When night had fallen, Lorna realized that she soon would need another sip from the potion and she hoped,  that Lugo would come for her. Then he was there. She opened the shackle and he cut the leather strips around  her wrists. He pulled her to her feet and, ducking low, they moved through the undergrowth. Soon they  disappeared between the trees.

2時間ほど林の中を走り抜けた後、ローナは腎臓に最初の刺すような痛みを感じた。汗が噴き出て、視界はぼんやりぼけた。彼女の蜜壺が脈動を刻んで収縮を始めた。彼女は間もなく目もくらむような欲情に屈して、薬の服用で抑えるまでセックスが我慢できなくなるだろう。少なくともそれが、山賊長が告げたことだった。 
喘ぎながら、彼女はルーゴの肩をつかんで振り向かせた。薄暗い光の中で彼の顔がかろうじて見えた。勝手に彼女の手が動いて彼のベルトを外しペニスを引き出した。彼女が数度しごくだけでそれは硬くなった。彼女は自分のパンツを脱ぎ捨てると彼に飛びつき、両脚で彼の脇腹を拘束した。ルーゴはもつれるように倒れ込んだが構わず彼女は肉棒を自分の蜜壺に咥え込んだ。大きく倒れ込むと尻をくねらせ始め、彼の耳元で喘ぎ声を上げた。
彼は両手で彼女の尻たぶをつかむと木に向かって運んだ。樹皮のざらつきが彼女の背中をひっかき、赤い線を残した。彼女は尻をくねらせ続けていて、彼の喘ぎはさらにせわしなくなった。女のボロ服を噛んでくぐもったうめきを上げながら、彼は彼女の奥に射精した。
お互いの身体が地面にずり落ちた。ローナは自分自身がコントロールできなくなってきた。彼女はこれでは足りなかった!
彼女の手が彼のペニスをつかんでめちゃくちゃな速さでしごき始めた。ルーゴはあえいだ。彼には少しやり過ぎだった。
彼女が再びペニスを固くさせるのにいそしむ間、彼女の乳房が彼の眼前でゆさゆさ揺れた。ルーゴはどうにかポーチの底からビンを取り出した。 「これ飲んで! 頼むから…おおぉぉ…飲んで」 彼は息づかいの中で彼女の耳に伝え、ビンを彼女の唇にあてがった。理性が戻っては消えうせるその最後の波の時に、彼女は飲んだ。彼の前にひざまずいていた彼女はペニスをのろのろと手放した。
彼女は両方の乳首をつまんで自分で慰め始めた。彼女の蜜壺からわき出したふくれ上がるクライマックスへの熱い波が腹と乳房を突き抜けた。薬が効いてきたのはちょうど彼女がイクのと同時だった。彼女は何もかも忘れてエクスタシーの快感の中で痙攣しながらわめき声を上げた。

息をつくことができたのはしばらく後だった。彼女はルーゴを見た。「ありがとう、また命を救ってもらったわね」 と言って彼女は微笑んだ。「1時間分のリードを保たなければ。危ないところだった」 ルーゴはビンをポーチに戻しながら答えた。
彼は驚きの表情で彼女を見た。彼の目が深い悲しみを見せ、次いでそれらはゆっくりと上のまぶたに隠れていった。彼は口の端から赤いしたたりをこぼしながら両膝をついた。彼女は彼に飛びついて体を支えた。彼女が見たのは喉の外れに刺さった矢じりだった。
ローナは数瞬固まったがポーチをつかみ取った。空を走る音を立てて飛来した矢が彼女のそばの木に突き立った。四つん這いで茂みを駆け抜け、隠れられるところを探した。ローナはすぐそばで声がするのを聞いた。
「裏切り者は仕留めた!」 一人の山賊が叫んだ。 「あの女は一緒だったか?」 別の声が訊いた。「いや見なかった。すぐさまこの馬鹿を切ったんじゃねぇかと思うね」 「くそ、ポーチはあの女が持っているようだな。今やあいつは支障なくリフテンにたどり着けるじゃないか!」 「あー、そうなりゃ、彼女はくたばる前にビー・アンド・バルブかヘルガの宿舎の一番の呼び物になるだろうな」 「彼女を失ったとみなさなければならないかな。ボスはブラック・ブライア家や盗賊ギルドにちょっかいをかけることは望まないぜ、間違いなく」

リフテン…今こそローナにはゴールが見えた。リフテンにたどり着いて安全な場所を見つけなければ。で彼女は林の中を歩き続けたが、木々のすき間からちらちらとランタンの光が見えた。近づいてみると、それは街道脇のランタンだった。彼女はビンから薬をもう一舐めしてから茂みの後ろに腰を下ろした。手の甲を噛んで声を殺しながら、指で秘所をこすり、クリトリスをいじりまわして彼女はイッた。そうして彼女は溝を登り、はるかかなたのまたたく町の光を目指して街道を歩き出した。願わくば誰かが服をくれることを。イライラさせられることに着ているザラザラしたボロ服で彼女のびろうな部分のそれぞれがすりむけ始めていたのだった。
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Lorna looked into the flames of the camp fire. She remembered, how the group from Cyrodiil was attacked just  before they entered Skyrim and how only the women were spared by the bandits. Now she was the last one from  the group of hostages in the bandit camp. Everyone else was gone, probably sold off to someone. 
She looked down at the shackles around her ankles and the leather bindings around her wrists.
 
Lorna moved a bit closer to the fire, she shivered, but she didn't know if it was the cold wind blowing  through her ragged clothes, or if it had been too long since she had the last dosage of the potion.
The dreaded potion! They gave it to her every twelve hours. If they waited longer, the pain would set in and  she would lose control over herself. Some animalistic desire would take over and she would do anything to  pleasure herself, not caring about the world around her.

Leaves rustled behind her. She knew, it was time again. The bandit leader stepped over her and sat down  between her and the fire. He handed her a small cup. "You know the drill, sweetie," he said with this coarse  voice she had come to loathe. Lorna nodded and took the cup. The thick, sweet and salty liquid touched her  lips. The young woman closed her eyes and emptied the cup.

"Good, good.", the leader said as he watched her reactions. He saw the red hue flush over her cheeks almost  immediately. Her lips glistened in the flickering light from the fire. Then she moaned and pressed her knees  together, her bound hands moving over the rags she wore. With a quick motion, he pulled back the rough cloth  and bared her breasts. Her areolas shimmered with a dark red, her nipples perkily stood up into the night  sky. The bandit seemed pleased. He grabbed her wrist bindings and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go, we have  a special something planned for tonight."

Lorna was in a haze of desire and lust now, she followed him willingly as he lead her to the large bonfire  in the middle of the camp. She didn't resist when he unslung the leather strips and placed her hands and her  neck into the pillory and locked her in. Her moaning became louder, she breathed heavily. 
She didn't need to see them to know that the whole bandit camp had assembled at the bonfire now. 
The thought of them staring at her started to arouse her even more. Hands untied the rope she wore as a belt  to keep her trousers up. As soon as the knot was untied, she felt the fabric slide down her legs. She  started to move her pelvis in anticipation. That was when the group of bandits started to cheer and make  rude remarks. The same fingers that had unfastened her belt slid between her legs, probing her pussy,  spreading the lips, and rubbing at her clit. She felt her knees weaken and only was able to stand because  she was fastened tightly into the pillory. "Yes, she is ready, guys.", the coarse voice shouted. "Who won  the first go tonight?" Another voice shouted. "I won! Finally I am first to go!" 
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going, the others are waiting!".

Lorna heard someone step up behind her. She pushed her butt upwards and offered herself to whomever it was. 
Two rough hands grabbed her cheeks and spread them. She felt his cock rub the crack. It was warm and the  feeling almost drove her insane. Slowly he slid his cock down, slightly pressing against her butt hole. 
He  didn't enter her, though, he moved on after teasing her anus for a bit. The bandit slid his meat shaft along  her pussy lips, lubing himself up with the fluids that now flowed freely from her pussy. He put an arm  around her thigh and started to finger her clit, playing with it between his fingers. 
Then he spread her lips and pushed the head in. She inhaled sharply and tried to push herself onto his whole  length, but he had anticipated this and stood so far back, that she could not do it. He wanted to dictate  the pace and stay in control. She moaned loudly. "Please, put it in, don't tease me!", she said. 
The crowd  cheered and shouted. "Oh, she is begging for it, she really wants it!" 
"Well, who am I to deny a lady her wish?", the guy behind her shouted with a laugh. He pushed his cock in  all the way. She felt her pussy stretch and she screamed with lust. He started to pump in and out of her in  a steady pace. Her vagina started to clench around his cock, her buttocks quivering with every deep stroke  from him.
His balls were slapping against her pussy, hitting the clit every now and then. Her knees now  buckled and she was only held up by the pillory and his cock. One hand still rubbing her pussy, his other one started to fondle her breasts, pinching the nipples and pulling them just enough to give her a  pleasuring pain. Lorna could feel the head of his cock swell inside her, she knew he was close now.
 
Then he pulled out and she felt warm squirts of semen splash over her butt and her back. The man behind her  grunted and keept rubbing his cock between her butt cheeks for a bit longer. She felt him shiver a few more  times when another shot of his hot cum sprayed on her back.
When he let go of her, she had trouble standing.
 
There were footsteps behind her, the next one was stepping  up towards her. This one wasn't taking it slow. He grabbed her legs and lifted her from the ground. She had  trouble breathing, the pillory pushed against her throat and she had to quickly shift her weight to her  arms. Without much ado, he pushed his cock inside her pussy, not caring for anything but his own  gratification. He moved in and out roughly, grunting and panting. It was over before it really started, when  he pressed every inch of his cock inside her and shot his load deep into her. 
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The other guys made fun of him for being so quick, but the next guy in line shouted at him. "Hey, not  inside, asshole! I am not going to stick my dick into your crap."
The quick guy replied. "Asshole? Guess what. There is your answer, you prick!" 
"Yeah, but I really wanted that pussy. Ah, well. Better than nothing, I guess."
With these words, he stepped in front of the pillory and stood before Lorna. "You might want to wet him up  good, otherwise it might be pretty uncomfortable for you", he said, pointing at his cock. 
Lorna opened her mouth and he pushed his meat in. She sucked and slurped away, putting as much saliva on his  penis as she could. "That should do it", the man said and moved around her again. Spreading her butt, he  pushed his cock against her anus. 
She tried her best to relax, after all, it was not the first time someone  went for her butthole. She felt his cock push the anus apart, the head was not as lubed up as she had hoped,  but the pain wasn't that bad. She bit her lower lip. Once the head was in, the rest followed easier and with  less pain. At least the shaft was wet enough. His hands cupped her breasts, while he moved in and out of her  butt. She had found that this kind of fucking gave her pleasure as well. 
She would never have thought this back  home in Cyrodiil. That guy knew what he was doing, how to give her this teasing pleasure through pain. He  pulled out just far enough for the head of his dick to spread her hole from the inside, only to push all the  way back in. When she felt his cock swell she waited for his cum to shoot into her. 
But he pulled out in a  hurry, leaving her with a stinging pain in her butt hole. 
He rushed around the pillory and before she knew it, he was shooting his load in long streaks across her  face. She barely had time to close her eyes. The warm fluid started to flow down her face, she tasted the  warm saltiness when it dripped onto her lips.

She still felt tingly and aroused, but she knew, three guys was the maximum that would take her on. They  didn't want to wear her out too soon. But what was the "special something" the leader had talked about? 
As if he had read her mind, he freed her from the device, pushed her to her hands and knees and bound her  hands around the foot of the pillory. Someone pushed a log under Lorna's stomach, so her behind was pointing  at the night sky. "Time for Willy!", a bandit shouted and everybody started to laugh and snicker. 
The woman realized at once what this meant. "They wouldn't? Would they?", she thought.
But they would, indeed.

She felt a cold, moist something press against her butt. Warm breath, sniffing. A rough tongue started to  lick her pussy. Every time the tongue came across her clit, it sent jolts of pleasure and pain through her  body. A warm, furry body suddenly landed on her back, claws scraping at her sides and stomach, as Willy  tried to get a stable hold on her. "Good boy!", someone shouted. The others laughed. Then the dog entered  her, screwing her with rapid strokes. She felt his knot push against her pussy harder and harder. Suddenly,  he pushed it in all the way and the knot swole even more. Lorna whimpered with pain and pleasure, as Willy  shot his sperm into her. Willy stayed inside her, she felt his warm fur on her back move with his quick  panting. After a bit, his knot shrunk again and he pulled out of her. She felt his cum flow out of her pussy  and down her thighs. Then everything went dark.

Lorna was bound again by the small camp fire. What had become of her? 
A fucktoy for the bandits and a perverted attraction for them. What would happen next? Suddenly she knew  that she had to escape from this camp. But she also knew that she would need a bottle of the potion they  gave her every twelve hours, because without it, she wouldn't survive long. Maybe she could escape and find  someone to help her get cured from this addiction to the potion.
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ローナはキャンプファイアの炎を見つめた。思い出すのは、シロディールからの一団がスカイリムに入るや否や襲われたこと。そして女が一人どうやって山賊たちから逃れたのかということ。今や彼女はあの山賊の野営地に捕えられたうちの最後の一人だ。他は全員いなくなった。おそらくどこかの誰かに売られたのだろう。
彼女は足首にかけられた鉄の輪と手首の革の手かせを見下ろした。
 
ローナは身震いして、火に少し近づいた。だが、彼女にはそれが冷たい風がぼろぼろの服を吹き抜けたからなのか、それともあの薬を最後に服用してから長過ぎる時間が経っているからなのか分からなかった。
恐ろしいあの薬! 彼らは半日ごとにあれを投与してきた。それが遅れた場合は、痛みが始まって我を忘れてしまう。動物的で淫らな欲望が突き上げてどうしようもなく快楽を求めるのだ、彼女の回りの世界がどうだろうと気にもしないで。

彼女の後ろで草葉が音を立てた。分かっていた、あれがまた始まったのだ。山賊長が横を通り過ぎて彼女と火の間に座った。彼は小さな杯を差し出した。 「可愛い子ちゃんよ。お前はやり方を分かってるんだ」 彼女がすっかり大嫌いになった粗野な声で彼は言った。ローナはうなずいて杯を取った。濃くて甘くてそれでいて塩気のある液体が彼女の唇に触れた。若い娘は目を閉じて杯を乾した。

「よーし、よし」 山賊長はそう言って彼女の反応を見守った。ほどなく彼女の頬に朱が差してきた。開かれた彼女の唇が揺らめく炎に照らされてキラキラと光った。そして彼女は喘ぎながら太腿同士を擦り付け、戒めのある両手が着ていたボロ服を押さえた。男は素早い動作で粗末な服を胸の中央から左右に開いて背中側にひん剥き、彼女の裸の両胸をあらわにした。その乳輪は光って濃い赤色に見え、乳首は夜空に向かってピーンと隆起し切っていた。山賊長はニヤニヤと笑った。彼は手首のかせをつかんで四つん這いにさせた。「さあ行くぞ、今夜はスペシャルなお楽しみプランが俺たちを待ってるんだ」

ローナはもはや欲求と渇望のもやの中にいたため、彼に導かれるままに野営地の真ん中の大かがり火のところまで大人しくついていった。彼が革の手かせを外して彼女の首と両手をさらし台に固定しても抵抗しなかった。彼女のあえぎ声は大きくなり、息づかいが激しくなった。
いまや野営地の山賊全員がかがり火のもとに集まっていることも見るまでもなく分かっていた。
女をじっと見つめる彼らの視線がさらに彼女の欲情をつのらせた。見えない誰かの手がズボンのベルト代わりに腰に巻かれていたロープをほどいた。結び目がほどかれるや否や、彼女は布地が両脚を滑り落ちるのを感じた。彼女は早くも腰をくねらせ出した。とたんに山賊たちは歓声を上げて卑わいなヤジを飛ばし始めた。先ほどロープをほどいてズボンを落としたその指が媚唇を開き、探るように秘穴に滑り入り、そして肉豆をいじった。彼女は膝の力が萎えるのを感じた。彼女が立っていられるのは固くさらし台に固定されているからというだけのことだった。 「よし、こいつはもう準備できてるぜ、お前ら」 粗野な声が叫んだ。 「今夜の先陣はどいつだ?」 別の声が叫んだ。 「俺が勝った! ついに俺が最初にヤるぞ!」
「おう、グズグズすんなよ、他が待ってんだぜ!」

ローナは背後に誰かが登ってきたのを聞いた。彼女は尻を突き上げて自分の秘所をそこにいる誰やらに差し出した。
2本の荒れた手が彼女の尻たぶをつかんでむっちりと割り広げた。彼女は男の一物が割れ目をこする感触を味わった。その熱さに彼女はほとんど半狂乱になった。男はゆっくりとペニスをずり下げ、わずかに彼女の尻穴を突いた。
男はそのまま押し入りはしなかったが、彼女のアヌスをひとしきりいじめてから場所を移した。その山賊が肉棒を女の陰唇に沿わせてスライドすると、いまや彼女の秘所はビショビショに濡れていて男のモノを蜜液まみれにした。男は片腕を彼女の太ももに回してクリトリスに触れ、2本の指で挟んでもてあそんだ。
そうして男は彼女の媚唇を押し広げて先端まで突き入れた。彼女はヒッと息を吸い込み、彼のモノを全部味わおうと媚穴を押し付けようとした。しかし予期していた男が腰を大きく引いたため、それは果たせなかった。その男は自分の思い通りのペースでやることを望んでいたのだ。彼女は激しく喘ぎながら言った。 「お願い、おチンポ突いて、焦らさないで!」 
群衆は歓声を上げて叫んだ。 「おい、あの女おねだりしてるぜ、飢え切ってやがる!」
「さて、レディーの願いを聞き入れないわけにはいかないな!」 彼女の背後の男は笑いながらそう叫び、ペニスを完全に突っ込んだ。彼女は自分の淫口がグワッと広げられ強引に押し入られる感触に、爛れた嬌声を上げた。男は突き入れては引き抜くことをじっくりとしたペースで行い始めた。彼女の媚口は男の一物にしゃぶりついてこすり立て、女の尻肉は男の深い抽送ごとに振動の波が走った。
男の睾丸が彼女の秘所を打ち、何度もクリトリスにぶつかった。今や彼女の膝は萎えてその身体はさらし台と男のペニスによって支えられているだけだった。片手で未だに秘所をいじり続けながら、男はもう一方で両方のバストをまさぐり出した。それぞれの乳首をつねりながら引っ張って彼女に痛み以上の快感を与えた。ローナは彼女の中を動き続ける男の亀頭が膨れ上がり、彼がもう切羽詰まっているのを感じ取った。
 
ペニスが引き抜かれて彼女は熱いザーメンの奔流が尻から背中に叩きつけられたのを感じた。背後の男はうなりつつ、しばらく彼女の尻の割れ目にこすり付け続けた。彼女は男がもう何度か身震いし、自分の背中に飛び散るザーメンの熱を感じた。
男が彼女のもとを離れると、彼女は立っていられなくなった。
 
背後で足音がして、次の男が彼女に近づいた。今度の男は悠長なことはしなかった。両脚を抱え込んで地面から彼女を持ち上げた。彼女はさらし台で喉がつかえ、あわてて両腕に体重を逃がさなければならなかった。余計なことなしで、自分の満足以外のことは何も考えずに男はペニスを挿入した。男は荒々しくピストンして、喘ぎながらうなった。始めたとたんに終わりを迎え、男は力の限りペニスを押し込んで彼女の奥深くに射精した。
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あまりの早さに他の男たちは大笑いしたが、次の男は叫んだ。 「おい、中はやめろよ、クソ野郎! 手前のひり出したモンの中に突っ込みたかねえぞ」
早い男が返した。 「クソ野郎? それはお前だ、クソ穴に突っ込んどけ、チンカス!」
「いいけど、俺はマンコしてえんだよ。あぁー分かったよ。仕方ない、そうするか」
そう言いながら、彼はさらし台の前に進んでローナの目前に立った。「こいつを十分に濡らしておくがいい。気持ちよくなりたいんだったらな」 彼は言ってペニスを指さした。
ローナが口を開けると男が肉棒を突っ込んだ。彼女はしゃぶりついたりジュルジュルすすり立てたりして、出来る限り彼のペニスに唾液を塗り付けた。 「やることやろうや」 男はそう言って再び女の背後に回った。尻を割り開き、ペニスを彼女の肛門に突き入れた。
誰かに尻穴を犯される経験は初めてのことではなかったもので、彼女は身体の力を抜くことに集中していた。思ったほどには亀頭をヌルヌルにできておらず、彼女はペニスが自分のアナルをむりむりと押し広げるのを感じた。だがその痛みはそんなにひどくはなかった。彼女は下唇をかんだ。一度先端が入れば、残りの部分を受け入れるのは痛みがなく難しくなかった。とにかく幹のほうは充分濡れていた。彼は女のアナルに抜き差ししながら両手で彼女の乳房を包んだ。彼女はこういうセックスでも同じように快感を得られることに気づかされていた。
故郷のシロディールではそんなことはついぞ思わなかった。痛みの向こう側の快感を与える責め方を、今セックスしている男は知っていた。彼は亀頭が彼女の尻穴を広げきるまで引き抜いて、また一番奥まで突っ込むことを単純に繰り返した。彼女はペニスがふくれ上がったことを感じ取り、中に出される瞬間を待った。
だがヒリヒリ痛む尻穴から彼は素早くペニスを引き抜いた。
彼女が気づく前に彼は急いでさらし台を回り込み、驚くほど長いザーメンの奔流を彼女の顔面に叩きつけた。彼女はかろうじて目を閉じることができていた。熱い精液が彼女の顔をドロリと垂れ落ち始め、口の中に流れ込んだそれはしょっぱい味がした。

彼女はまだゾクゾクした性欲が消えていなかったが、彼女を抱く男は最大3人までだということを知っていた。あまり早く女をくたくたに疲れさることはしていなかった。しかし山賊長が言った"スペシャルなお楽しみ"とは何のことだろう?
彼女の心を読んだかのように、彼は彼女を拘束具から解放し、四つん這いにすると両手をさらし台の根本に繋いだ。誰かがローナの腹の下に丸太を差し入れて、下半身が夜空に向かって突き出された状態になった。 「ウィリーの出番だ!」 山賊が叫ぶと皆が微笑んでクスクス笑いをした。
彼女はこれが何を意味するのかいっぺんに理解した。 "しないの? それともするの?" と彼女は思った。
そして実際、するのだった。

彼女は冷たくて湿った何かが尻に突き当てられるのを感じた。生ぬるい吐息で、スンスンと嗅ぎまわっている。ザラザラの舌が彼女の秘口を舐め始めた。絶えず舌はクリトリスも往復し、痛みまじりの快感の衝撃が彼女の身体を走り抜けた。突然暖かくて毛むくじゃらの身体が背中にのしかかった。ウィリーが彼女の身体を押さえつけておこうとして獣の爪が彼女の衣服の脇と腹をビリビリ引き裂いた。 「いいぞ!」 誰かが叫んだ。他の男は笑った。そうして彼女の中に挿入を果たした犬は特有の素早いピストンで彼女を突きまくった。犬のモノの根元のコブが彼女の秘所に何度も何度も当たった。彼は急に全てを埋没させコブが今まで以上にふくれ上がった。ウィリーはスペルマをローナの膣内に射精し、彼女は痛みと快感ですすり泣いた。ウィリーはしばらく抜き去らず、彼女は背中で彼の短い息づかいで揺れる暖かい毛の存在を感じていた。やがてコブが縮こまると彼はペニスを引き抜いた。彼女の秘穴から精液があふれ出してツーッと太ももを垂れ落ちた。彼女は見ている全てが暗くなっていくのを感じた。

ローナは小さな野営地の焚き火のそばで再び縛られている。何が彼女に起こったのか?
山賊たちの性の道具そして彼らの催す淫らな思いつき。次は何が起こるのだろう? 急に彼女はこの野営地から脱出しなければならないと分かった。しかし彼女はまた12時間ごとに彼らがくれる薬のビンが必要だという考えが浮かんだ。あれなしでは、彼女は長く生きられないのだ。彼女を助けてこの薬の中毒を治してくれるものを探せば彼女は多分逃げられる。
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/B_letter.png'&gt; rylla remembered the day she joined the Cult of the Wild. Brylla first had heard about the women living in the wilderness when she was sixteen. The stories were only told in whispers by the adults when they thought that the 
children were fast asleep. But Brylla had tried to make sure to stay awake as long as possible to hear the naughty stories her mother and her aunt told each other. Once she was old enough to travel alone, she packed her bag and walked the roads of Skyrim in search for the truth behind the stories. It took her almost two years to find the Cult. She was almost too old to join them, but the Blessed Mother, leader of the women looked at her and made an exception. From that day on, she learned the way of the Cult of the Wild, living by the things nature provided and honing her skills of survival. Now, at the age of twenty-one, the time for her trial had come.     

The young woman with the long black hair sat next to her tent and watched the sun rise over the horizon. 
This was the day, her trial started. Her mother had told her all about it. Slowly she undressed, stacking every piece of clothing on top of the other. Her pale skin shone in the twilight of dawn. Her full breasts, round and firm, danced to her every move. The crisp morning air brushed over her nipples and they became hard. When all her clothes were stacked, she took the pile, gave them a last look and threw them into the camp fire. 
She wouldn't be needing them anymore. Once the trial was completed, she would never wear clothes again. 
Brylla watched the flames consume the fabrics and threw in the pouch of herbs the Blessed Mother had given her. She knelt down close to the fire and inhaled the smoke rising from the flames. After a while, she saw whirling shadows in the smoke. She remembered the incantation she had learned for so many years. Staring at the shadows she started to recite the words.

"Blessed Dibella, blessed Hircine. 
With free will I bow to you both and ask for your guidance. 
Lead my way on the path to become a Sister of the Wild, a breeder for your pleasures, a vessel for your lust. 
Free me from the bonds of society, the unblessings of civilization. 
Let me become a part of the land and one with the wilds."

Over and over she chanted the words, her body swaying left and right with the rythm of unheard drums. Her long black hair brushed over her back. Her skin glistened with small drops of sweat, despite the cold morning air. Suddenly she arched backwards, her face lifted to the sky, eyes wide open. A voice sounded in her head. "Listen closely, Child of the Wilderness. You have to find a portal to the sanctum. This is your first step on the journey. Enter it and I will speak to you again. This is the will of Dibella." Brylla fell on her back and panted. After regaining her breath, she realized that she didn't feel the cold from the ground. She felt as if she was standing in a warm spring breeze. 
Then she knew, that she had the blessings of Dibella and Hircine and that her journey had begun. 

It took her two days to find the portal. She had followed animal tracks, birds overhead and the call of wolves in the distance. She knew what she had to look for, the Blessed Mother had taught her everything about it. 
When she stood in front of the swirling blue doorway, she did not hesitate and entered. Within the blink of an eye she felt a stone floor under her feet. She looked around. A small antechamber let into a large room with an unnatural light. Brylla walked into a large room, dominated by an altar with a statuette of Dibella standing on it. Carefully she stepped up to it and put her hands on the figurine. "You have done well, Child of the Wilderness. The first step is done. Now let your mind wander. See what I show you." Before Brylla's eyes a dark fog appeared. It moved and shifted. Then it formed an animal. "The Hunter of the Forests", she said, when she recognized the wolf before her. 
"Yes, my child. The Hunter is sent by Hircine and you are blessed by me. Your bodily union with the Hunter will start the bond between you and the will of Hircine and Dibella. Now go into the wilds and find the Hunter."

When Brylla left through the portal and stood outside again, she realized that her senses seemed to be sharpened. She could hear the wind rustle the grass, in the overcast night she could see as if a full moon shone and she smelled everything from the damp earth to the green tree leaves far away. For a moment she was overwhelmed by all the impressions and she swayed. But within seconds she got used to it and felt, as if she had been blind and deaf before.
She crouched and sniffed. Her hands moving over the ground carfully. She heard paws in the distance, she smellt fur. Her fingers traced the outline of a paw print. Wolf prints. She moved in a ducked run towards the place where she had heard the wolf. She was fast, a lot faster than before. Now she would be able to run with the pack. When she leaped over a rock, she suddenly stood face to face with a large black wolf. With his emberlike eyes fixated on her he snarled, baring his teeth. Brylla cocked her head to the side and dropped on all four. "Are you the one sent by Hircine?", she asked. The wolf, still growling, moved closer, his tongue darting in and out of his maw. The woman lowered herself onto her elbows and asked again. "Are you the one sent by Hircine?" This time the wolf stopped his snarling and cocked his head as well. A raspy voice came from his throat. "Yes, I am here on the Master's wish. Are you the gift from Dibella?" 
Brylla nodded and replied "This I am. Let us fullfill their wishes and unite for their pleasure." Now the wolf walked around her and sniffed at her.
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When he was behind her, his tongue darted out and licked over her butt and cunt. Brylla let out a sigh of pleasure and spread her legs. The licking and lapping of the rough tongue drove waves of warm pleasure through her body. She pushed herself backwards. With a quick jump, the wolf was on her back and clung his paws around her stomach. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her cunt and her legs. She gently grabbed his dick and directed it towards her hole. With a quick thrust the wolf enter her. He pushed himself further in and she could feel his dick starting to grow and swell. His bulb hit against her vagina, but it didn't enter. She quickly spread her pink lips with her fingers and the wolf pushed harder. Brylla could feel her pussy stretch as the knot finally entered her. Once he was all in, she let go of her pussy. She could hear the wolf's panting close to her ear and then he bit her in her neck, careful not to break her skin. He quickly adjusted his stance and started to hump her. He went slow at first, but after some strokes, he increased the speed. She felt warm liquid shoot inside her, but she knew, he wasn't done yet. She felt his bulb rub on the inside of her cunt and she felt it swell. She pushed against him, more and more aroused by the massage. Brylla started to rub her clit, panting now almost as much as the wolf. She moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat. Her forehead was now pressed against the ground, her tits swinging and jiggling with the quick rythm of the wolf's thrusts. Her nipples, hard as never before, touched the cool ground with each shake. Then the paws were on her shoulders, the weight of the wolf pushing her down completely. Her ass pointed upwards and the fur of her lover tickled her full, round butt cheeks. Her breasts now were firmly pressed against the ground beneath her, the coolness on them arousing her even more. She felt like blacking out from lust and passion. Her fingers moved faster as she felt, that the wolf was ready to knot with her. She started to come and her pussy contracted around his bulb, massaging him in return. He was fully swollen now and with a last push he shot huge amount of cum into her. It felt like the jizzing would never stop, hot squirts filling her. Brylla came and she howled in extasy. The wolf threw back his head and joined her howl with his own. When the shots of jizz stopped, his paws dropped from her shoulders and she pushed herself up a bit. His warm fur was all over her back now, as the wolf stood over her, panting. He was still knotted to her tightly and Brylla felt the wolf's pulse inside her pussy. The throbbing beat aroused her and she rubber herself again. Still being aroused by the situation, she came a second time, just as the wolf pulled out. Streams of cum mixed with her own juices flowed out and over her hand and arm. It trickled down her legs. The wolf dismounted and sat behind Brylla. She turned around to look at him. "Hircine and Dibella are pleased.", the wolf growled in his low voice. The young woman sat up and looked at her fingers, shining wet with the liquids. Still excited after the experience, she started to lick her sticky hand while rubbing her breasts with the other one. 
The wolf studied her. "Yes, you really are a good choice for the trial." With these words, he turned around and trotted off into the woods. 
Suddenly Dibella's voice was in her head again. "Well done, my child. You have taken your first test and you pleased us with your mating. I grant you the power to call a Hunter as a companion from now on. He will protect you and breed with you if you so desire." Knowledge formed inside Brylla's head. It was as if someone lifted a vail from her memories and all of a sudden just remembered the words to call a wolf.
She went down to the river and cleaned herself up. Then she collected some branches and leaves, made herself a bed and rolled together on it. Before she drifted into sleep, she smiled when remembering the intercourse with the wolf. Her last thought was "I wonder what the next test will bring."
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ブリラはこの日がカルト・オブ・ワイルドに加入する日だということを思い出した。Brylla first had heard about the women living in the wilderness when she was sixteen. The stories were only told in whispers by the adults when they thought that the 
children were fast asleep. But Brylla had tried to make sure to stay awake as long as possible to hear the naughty stories her mother and her aunt told each other. Once she was old enough to travel alone, she packed her bag and walked the roads of Skyrim in search for the truth behind the stories. It took her almost two years to find the Cult. She was almost too old to join them, but the Blessed Mother, leader of the women looked at her and made an exception. From that day on, she learned the way of the Cult of the Wild, living by the things nature provided and honing her skills of survival. Now, at the age of twenty-one, the time for her trial had come.     

The young woman with the long black hair sat next to her tent and watched the sun rise over the horizon. 
This was the day, her trial started. Her mother had told her all about it. Slowly she undressed, stacking every piece of clothing on top of the other. Her pale skin shone in the twilight of dawn. Her full breasts, round and firm, danced to her every move. The crisp morning air brushed over her nipples and they became hard. When all her clothes were stacked, she took the pile, gave them a last look and threw them into the camp fire. 
She wouldn't be needing them anymore. Once the trial was completed, she would never wear clothes again. 
Brylla watched the flames consume the fabrics and threw in the pouch of herbs the Blessed Mother had given her. She knelt down close to the fire and inhaled the smoke rising from the flames. After a while, she saw whirling shadows in the smoke. She remembered the incantation she had learned for so many years. Staring at the shadows she started to recite the words.

"Blessed Dibella, blessed Hircine. 
With free will I bow to you both and ask for your guidance. 
Lead my way on the path to become a Sister of the Wild, a breeder for your pleasures, a vessel for your lust. 
Free me from the bonds of society, the unblessings of civilization. 
Let me become a part of the land and one with the wilds."

Over and over she chanted the words, her body swaying left and right with the rythm of unheard drums. Her long black hair brushed over her back. Her skin glistened with small drops of sweat, despite the cold morning air. Suddenly she arched backwards, her face lifted to the sky, eyes wide open. A voice sounded in her head. "Listen closely, Child of the Wilderness. You have to find a portal to the sanctum. This is your first step on the journey. Enter it and I will speak to you again. This is the will of Dibella." Brylla fell on her back and panted. After regaining her breath, she realized that she didn't feel the cold from the ground. She felt as if she was standing in a warm spring breeze. 
Then she knew, that she had the blessings of Dibella and Hircine and that her journey had begun. 

It took her two days to find the portal. She had followed animal tracks, birds overhead and the call of wolves in the distance. She knew what she had to look for, the Blessed Mother had taught her everything about it. 
When she stood in front of the swirling blue doorway, she did not hesitate and entered. Within the blink of an eye she felt a stone floor under her feet. She looked around. A small antechamber let into a large room with an unnatural light. Brylla walked into a large room, dominated by an altar with a statuette of Dibella standing on it. Carefully she stepped up to it and put her hands on the figurine. "You have done well, Child of the Wilderness. The first step is done. Now let your mind wander. See what I show you." Before Brylla's eyes a dark fog appeared. It moved and shifted. Then it formed an animal. "The Hunter of the Forests", she said, when she recognized the wolf before her. 
"Yes, my child. The Hunter is sent by Hircine and you are blessed by me. Your bodily union with the Hunter will start the bond between you and the will of Hircine and Dibella. Now go into the wilds and find the Hunter."

When Brylla left through the portal and stood outside again, she realized that her senses seemed to be sharpened. She could hear the wind rustle the grass, in the overcast night she could see as if a full moon shone and she smelled everything from the damp earth to the green tree leaves far away. For a moment she was overwhelmed by all the impressions and she swayed. But within seconds she got used to it and felt, as if she had been blind and deaf before.
She crouched and sniffed. Her hands moving over the ground carfully. She heard paws in the distance, she smellt fur. Her fingers traced the outline of a paw print. Wolf prints. She moved in a ducked run towards the place where she had heard the wolf. She was fast, a lot faster than before. Now she would be able to run with the pack. When she leaped over a rock, she suddenly stood face to face with a large black wolf. With his emberlike eyes fixated on her he snarled, baring his teeth. Brylla cocked her head to the side and dropped on all four. "Are you the one sent by Hircine?", she asked. The wolf, still growling, moved closer, his tongue darting in and out of his maw. The woman lowered herself onto her elbows and asked again. "Are you the one sent by Hircine?" This time the wolf stopped his snarling and cocked his head as well. A raspy voice came from his throat. "Yes, I am here on the Master's wish. Are you the gift from Dibella?" 
Brylla nodded and replied "This I am. Let us fullfill their wishes and unite for their pleasure." Now the wolf walked around her and sniffed at her.
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When he was behind her, his tongue darted out and licked over her butt and cunt. Brylla let out a sigh of pleasure and spread her legs. The licking and lapping of the rough tongue drove waves of warm pleasure through her body. She pushed herself backwards. With a quick jump, the wolf was on her back and clung his paws around her stomach. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her cunt and her legs. She gently grabbed his dick and directed it towards her hole. With a quick thrust the wolf enter her. He pushed himself further in and she could feel his dick starting to grow and swell. His bulb hit against her vagina, but it didn't enter. She quickly spread her pink lips with her fingers and the wolf pushed harder. Brylla could feel her pussy stretch as the knot finally entered her. Once he was all in, she let go of her pussy. She could hear the wolf's panting close to her ear and then he bit her in her neck, careful not to break her skin. He quickly adjusted his stance and started to hump her. He went slow at first, but after some strokes, he increased the speed. She felt warm liquid shoot inside her, but she knew, he wasn't done yet. She felt his bulb rub on the inside of her cunt and she felt it swell. She pushed against him, more and more aroused by the massage. Brylla started to rub her clit, panting now almost as much as the wolf. She moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat. Her forehead was now pressed against the ground, her tits swinging and jiggling with the quick rythm of the wolf's thrusts. Her nipples, hard as never before, touched the cool ground with each shake. Then the paws were on her shoulders, the weight of the wolf pushing her down completely. Her ass pointed upwards and the fur of her lover tickled her full, round butt cheeks. Her breasts now were firmly pressed against the ground beneath her, the coolness on them arousing her even more. She felt like blacking out from lust and passion. Her fingers moved faster as she felt, that the wolf was ready to knot with her. She started to come and her pussy contracted around his bulb, massaging him in return. He was fully swollen now and with a last push he shot huge amount of cum into her. It felt like the jizzing would never stop, hot squirts filling her. Brylla came and she howled in extasy. The wolf threw back his head and joined her howl with his own. When the shots of jizz stopped, his paws dropped from her shoulders and she pushed herself up a bit. His warm fur was all over her back now, as the wolf stood over her, panting. He was still knotted to her tightly and Brylla felt the wolf's pulse inside her pussy. The throbbing beat aroused her and she rubber herself again. Still being aroused by the situation, she came a second time, just as the wolf pulled out. Streams of cum mixed with her own juices flowed out and over her hand and arm. It trickled down her legs. The wolf dismounted and sat behind Brylla. She turned around to look at him. "Hircine and Dibella are pleased.", the wolf growled in his low voice. The young woman sat up and looked at her fingers, shining wet with the liquids. Still excited after the experience, she started to lick her sticky hand while rubbing her breasts with the other one. 
The wolf studied her. "Yes, you really are a good choice for the trial." With these words, he turned around and trotted off into the woods. 
Suddenly Dibella's voice was in her head again. "Well done, my child. You have taken your first test and you pleased us with your mating. I grant you the power to call a Hunter as a companion from now on. He will protect you and breed with you if you so desire." Knowledge formed inside Brylla's head. It was as if someone lifted a vail from her memories and all of a sudden just remembered the words to call a wolf.
She went down to the river and cleaned herself up. Then she collected some branches and leaves, made herself a bed and rolled together on it. Before she drifted into sleep, she smiled when remembering the intercourse with the wolf. Her last thought was "I wonder what the next test will bring."
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I think, they found me. Better keep moving. Heading to Markarth and trying to start over again.
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どうやら奴らは私を見つけたのだ。移動を続けた方がいい。マルカルスに向かってまたやり直す。
私はずっと奴らがその本をそんなに気にしないと思っている!
 
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When she entered the tavern room again, she tried to cover her privates as best as she could. But she realized that it would be impossible if she carried a tray with drinks. 
She glanced at the people already there. Uthgard. Sure, she was always here. Rich and without purpose, she drank the days away and wanted to be left alone. Mikael was tuning his harp. Not a paying customer. There was Sinmir, the old, rough guy with his iron armor. Always going on about security and such. But a customer nontheless. 
Jorda walked over to him. "Do you need anything? Food? Drink?". The man looked at her and ordered some food. When she turned around to get it, he slapped her on the butt. A jolt of pain, but also excitement ran through her body. She could feel the spot tingle. Sinmir let out a hoarse laugh. "That is a nice sight to see. I bet it will jiggle, until you reach the counter. "Jorda forced a smile at him and walked over to Hulda, making sure, her hips would swing from left to right, mesmerizing that old coot.
Hulda took the order and gave her the food. When she returned to Sinmir, he took the plate and looked puzzled. "Everything alright?", she asked. He looked past her towards the counter, winked and grabbed her breast with his free hand. "I think, I ordered some milk with it, lass!" Before she could react, his hand was inside her blouse, fondling her. She cried out and jumped back, ready to give him the back of her hand. "Hey!", Hulda shouted from the counter. Jorda felt relief. Hulda was looking out for her. "You didn't want to hit a customer, did you, lass?" The young woman, still having Sinmir's hand firmly on her breasts tried to turn to her employer. "Hulda, his behavior is inappropriate!" Sinmir glanced past her towards Hulda, his hand squeezing. The owner said nothing. Mikael stopped playing with his lute and looked over, starting to giggle. Uthgard snored at her table. "Honey," Hulda said, "what do you think, you are wearing? It is an outfit made for women of the nightly trade of comfort. You wanted to train with only few people around. Sinmir will have the honour of breaking you in. He will pay well. Aren't you in need of septims? A lot of them, in fact?"&lt;/p&gt;
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Sinmir still fondled her breasts, while she froze in place. She didn't realize that he had put down the plate of food. His other hand wandered up her thigh, his fingers like spider legs.
When he touched her vulva, she jumped with a shriek. "Come on, lass.", he said. "Sit on my lap for a bit". He pulled her towards him, she was not able to resist, too paralyzed by what was happening.
His right hand was rubbing her, his left hand wandered from her breasts towards her shoulders, then down her left arm. He grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him. "Here is someting, I want to serve you now", he whispered. He moved the hand behind her, and she felt his hard member in her hand. "Now grab it and stroke it." She did as she was told, not knowing why. "Slowly, lass", he groaned. "We don't want to spill the goods too soon." His right hand was still caressing her nethers, she suddenly felt a kind of excitement. All the others, besides Uthgard that was, were watching, as his fingers worked on her under the short skirt and while she was stroking him! This was so unreal. Unconciously she spread her legs a bit, just enough to allow his fingers to enter her. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Saadia standing in the kitchen door, her skirt hitched and one hand moving rythmically between her legs. Jorda felt a sudden jolt of lust. She lifted herself from Sinmir's lap and inched back. His hard pole stood erect. She couldn't resist anymore and moved her hips back. Closing her eyes, she slowly sat back down, pushing the head between her lips. They were moist, she hadn't realized it. Sinmir inhaled sharply. Then, without another thought, she sat down. He entered her deep. Now both his hands were on her breasts, pulling them out of the blouse. He grabbed them hard, kneading them. Her nipples were hard and stood perkily. He took them between his fingers, pressed them together. She rose again, only to lower herself back onto his shaft. While she was moving down, he thrusted up, inserting his whole length. Jorda gasped, she hadn't expected such a hard and long thing. The thrust of his pelvis pushed her back up. When she slid back down on him, he greeted her with another thurst, sending her back up again. She didn't care for the others anymore, she just wanted to ride this thing until morning. 
Hulda's voice interrupted them. "Hello? Get upstairs, you two. It is early and children might come in." For a short moment, Jorda was able to think rationally. "What am I doing? I am giving myself to a stranger?" But the moment passed, desire and lust sweeping over her and she stood up, grabbing the hard meat, dripping with her fluids. She almost couldn't believe hearing herself telling Sinmir to follow her upstairs, while keeping her hand on his shaft. She lead him to the stairs. She heard a moan and looked back. Saadia was on her knees, her hand moving fast under her skirt. Sweat shimmered on the dark skin of her forehead, dropping into her cleavage. Jorda went up the stairs, pulling Sinmir behind her. He groaned excitedly and followed her, while unfastening the laces of his iron chest piece.

When they reached the large bed, she turned around to him. He grinned and pushed her onto the sheets. His armour fell to the ground with a load crash. Then he was on top of her, sliding his cock between her legs and right into her. She groaned. His hands pushed her shoulders down and he started to pump up and down. Her breasts quaked with each thrust. Waves of ecstasic heat rushed through her body, from her tight, wet love hole up through her stomach, erecting her nipples even more and flushing her face. Her cheeks turned rosy and she gave herself to this man she hardly knew with every fiber of her body. She could feel him so deep inside her. "Nord men are really better equipped than the breton boys back home!", she thought.

Suddenly his movement became slower, he pulled out further, so that the head of his cock spread her lips wide. His left hand wandered down from the shoulder, firmly squeezing her breast on the way. Then his fingers reached her pubic hair and they raked through it. They explored her entrance while his member slid in and out slowly. Then they found the little bean he was searching for. He started to rub, slowly at first, then getting faster. Jorda's spread legs moved up and she slung them around him. He pushed harder again, the rhythm getting faster. His fingers matched the speed. She felt little jolts in her lower body. Her muscles contracted around his ramming shaft. Jorda couldn't hold it back any longer. She bit her lower lip hard and wimpered. Then she opened her mouth and screamed with pleasure. Her juices were running freely now as she spasmed on his cock, locking him in place with her legs. Then she came in an explosion of lust. Sinmir grunted, then her legs went limp and released him from the lock. He pulled out his member, grabbed it with his hand and threw his had back with a shouted groan. The first spurt of his sperm hit her all over her belly, the second spurt reached her breasts and covered them in warm, sticky whiteness. He kept jerking, and the sperm squirted in long shots over her. Then he slowed down, breathing heavily. "Well, my dear, that was quite a ride." He raised from the bed and collected his armour. Jorda's hands wandered over her body, rubbing the load on her breasts and bally into her skin. She could still feel the blood rushing through her pussy. Slowly she rolled over and rose as well. Her breasts had a wet shine as they jiggled in the candlelight. Sinmir had gathered his belongings and threw a small bag onto the bed. It jingled on the mattress. "You earned every Septim, sweetheart. And I added a little bonus for being the first customer."&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/C_letter.png'&gt;hapter II - Aftermath.

The orgasm had taken its toll, she kneeled on the bed, exhausted. She was still panting and the slowly ebbing waves of ecstasy rushed through her body still, shaking her. 
When she finally had her shaking legs under control again, she used the cloth that lay next to a washing basin and cleaned the cum of her body, dressed and grabbed the coin purse. 
With still trembling fingers, she loosened the cord around it. She wiped a sweaty strand of her out of her face and emptied the coins onto the mattress. 
Gasping she realized the amount of money blinking in the light of the flickering flame. A quick count showed her that she had made ninety Septims while giving in to passion. She needed 500 pieces of gold for her first payment. If she saved 50, she would be able to put down the first payment to the Steward after 10 customers. She pondered her other options. Going into the dungeon? Not one of them. Working for one of the shopkeepers? They either had no work or payed too little. Helping on the farms outside? She would have to wear a heavy iron collar and that was a disgrace. And besides, she could make more money bending over while working for Hulda. And working for her was definetly more fun than harvesting vegetables until her back hurt for less money.
She took a deep breath and stepped down the stairs. Mikael was playing one of the few tunes he knew, the tavern had filled with more people by now. 
Without looking around, she walked to the counter and beckoned Hulda over. The owner of the tavern smiled at her and leaned over the bar. "So, how did it go? No! Don't tell me. It was loud enough."
Jorda blushed. "Did anyone hear us?", she asked with a red face. "Well, some did, but most only arrived after you had finished. You might have customers lining up soon."
The young breton looked at Hulda. A question was nagging and trying to force its way out. "Hulda, what exactly happenend? I never experienced anything like this. It was, as if my desires drove me and I had no option, but to give in." The woman smiled and pointed at the necklace. "You see, this was originally a pendant of Dibella. It was reforged and crafted into an amulet of the Ladies of Comfort."
Jorda looked at the pendant around her neck and back to Hulda. "The Ladies of Comfort are part of an old profession. They were always there. Crafting this amulet with the rites of their secret order imbued it with a spell that makes a woman lust for carnal pleasures when worn. Originally it was crafted by two enslaved spellcaster sisters who were abused by their captors. There was a book about it somewhere, but most copies are lost in time. What I do know is that they crafted two amulets to ease their pain, since escape was not an option for them." "So, you snuck me an amulet that made me do the things I did?", Jorda asked furiously. "No, dear. The original ritual was lost and only a weak version was passed on through the generations. While it does fuel desire and makes you long for passionate intercourse, it doesn't make you do things that you do not want to do. It just helps new talents find their way." Hulda smiled "And you are a natural, sweety." 
Again, Jorda looked at the amulet and back at the bar owner. Then her hands moved to the closure of the necklace, but she couldn't open it. "What is this? I can not take it off?"
Hulda smiled again. "I can remove it, once you paid your fees to me. That is the unwritten law for Ladies of Comfort and their Keepers. If you put it on, you work for me. I get a share of your money and release you from service." "What? You get part of my money? How is that fair? I spread my legs for a stranger!" Jorda was now feeling rage flood through her. "Hush now. It has always been this way, down for generations. I did the same before I had the money to buy the tavern and become a Keeper. If you don't want to do it, just pay my fee and remove the necklace. But if you put it back on, you will be bound to the contract again. 25 percent of your earnings are going to the Keeper. Hand it over and I will remove the necklace." Reluctantly, Jorda counted out the coins. "You can round it down. So give me 22 gold coins and the contract is fullfilled." Jorda shoved the coins over the bar. Hulda asked her to turn around and opened the closure. When the young woman put the necklace on the table, she shook her head. "This is yours now. You keep it. The decision is yours. Walk into my tavern wearing the necklace and a contract is started again. After you had some customers, we can talk about different arrangements that come with experience and reputation. That is the way of the Ladies."
Jorda stashed the necklace in her pocket and left for her home. Her head was spinning. Did she really want to wear the necklace again? Did she want to join the secret group of the Ladies of Comfort? 
She wasn't sure, but time would surely tell.&lt;/p&gt;
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宿屋の広間に戻ってから、彼女は股間をできるだけ隠そうとした。しかし飲み物を載せたトレイを持っていてはそれは不可能なことだった。
彼女はそこにいる人々に目を走らせた。ウスガルド、彼女はもちろんいた。裕福でもありまた他にも理由があって、彼女は一人でいることを好んでまる一日飲んでいる。ミカエルはハープの調子を見ていた。金を払う客ではない。シンミールもいた。年配の、鉄の鎧を着た荒くれ男だ。いつも安全がどうとか言い続けている。しかしとにかく客ではある。
ヨルダは彼のもとに歩み寄った。 「召し上がるものは？食べ物？飲み物？」 彼は彼女を見てから食べ物を注文した。彼女が戻ろうと後ろに振り返った時、彼の手がピシャリと彼女のお尻を打った。痛みの衝撃、しかしその上に性感が彼女の身体を駆け巡った。彼女は自分の秘所が疼くのを感じた。シンミールはかすれ声で笑った。 「いいケツしてやがる。カウンターに戻るまでずっと揺れるのが楽しめるに違いない」 ヨルダはこわばった笑いを見せてからフルダのところまで歩いて行った。まぎれもなく、彼女のヒップは右に左に揺れ動き、中年男をそそのかした。
フルダは注文を受けてヨルダに食べ物をあずけた。シンミールの所に戻ると、彼は皿を受け取ってから困惑の面持ちをしてみせた。 「これでいいですね？」 と彼女が訊くと、彼は彼女越しにカウンターを見やってウインクすると、空いている方の手で彼女のバストを鷲掴みした。 「一緒にミルクも頼んだんだっけな、姐ちゃん！」 彼女が固まっている間に、彼の手はブラウスの中にすべり、撫でまわした。彼女が叫びながら飛びのき、平手打ちをお見舞いしようとした時、 「こら！」 カウンターからフルダが叫んだ。ヨルダは助けがきたと思った。フルダは自分に気を配っていてくれたのか。 「お客様を打とうとしてるんじゃないわよね、あんた？」 まだしっかりとシンミールの手にまとわりつかれたまま若い娘は雇い主に向いて言った。 「フルダ、彼の行儀が悪いんです！」 シンミールは彼女越しにフルダと目線を交わすと、さらに強くバストを揉んできた。そのことに宿の主は何も言わなかった。ミカエルはリュートの演奏をやめるとクスクス笑いをもらしながら見ていた。ウスガルドはいつものテーブルでいびきをかいていた。 「あんた、」 フルダは言った。 「その服を着ておいて、どういうつもりだい？これは夜のお楽しみを商売にする女の格好だよ。この中の誰かで練習したがってたから、シンミールがその栄誉にあずかったのよ。金が欲しくないの？それも大金が」 &lt;/p&gt;
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彼女が凍り付いている間も、シンミールは彼女の胸をまさぐっていた。気づかぬうちに彼は食器皿を置いていて、その手がクモの脚のように彼女の太ももの奥に入り込んでいった。
それが彼女の秘所までたどり着き、彼女は悲鳴を上げて飛びあがった。 「来な、姐ちゃん」 彼は言った。 「ちょっと膝の上に座れよ」 彼が力強く身体を引き寄せるのに彼女は抵抗ができなかった。ここまでの出来事に茫然としていたままだった。
彼の右手は彼女の身体を抱きかかえ、左手は彼女のバストや肩を撫でまわしていた。その手が離れて彼女の左腕を取ると、 「あんたに奉仕してもらいたいものがここにあるんだ」 と囁いた。彼女は後ろ手の触感で硬いペニスの存在を感じた。 「さぁそいつを握ってしごくんだ」 彼女は言われた通りにし始めた。なぜかは分からなかった。 「ゆっくりだ、姐ちゃん」 彼は呻いた。 「もうすぐのお楽しみの前にもらしちまいたくはないだろ？」 彼の右手はさっきから彼女の下半身を愛撫していて、突如わけのわからない興奮が突き上がった。その場に残った男女はと言うと、ウスガルドのそばにいてさっきまで見ていた男の手が彼女の服の短い裾の中に潜って蠢き、彼女の方は彼のモノをしごいていた！それは現実の光景とは思えなかった。知らず知らず彼女の両脚はわずかに開き、そのすき間は彼女の奥の蜜穴へ指の侵入を許すのに十分だった。目の端に、キッチンのドアの所にいるサーディアが映った。彼女のスカートはずり上がり片手が脚の付け根でリズミカルに動いていた。ヨルダは突如激しい欲情に突き上げられた。シンミールの膝から腰を上げるとゆっくりと後ろに下がった。彼の硬いペニスはそそり立っていた。彼女は自分が尻を後ろに突き出すことをやめることはできなかった。目を閉じてから、彼女はゆっくりと腰を沈めて行った。彼の亀頭が彼女の秘唇の間に押し当たった。そこは彼女も気づかないうちに濡れていた。シンミールが鋭く引きつけた。どうしようもなく、彼女はしゃがみ込んだ。ペニスが彼女の中に深くはまり込んだ。彼の両手がブラウスの上から彼女のふくらみを自分の方へ引き寄せていた。両手が乳房を激しく揉みしだき、こねまわした。その先の乳首はピーンと硬く尖っていた。それを彼の指が挟んで両方とも強くつまんだ。彼女はさらに高ぶり、我を忘れて彼の肉棒に腰を沈め込んだ。彼女が腰を落とすのに合わせて彼は突き上げ、彼のモノの全部が入りきった。予想以上の硬くて大きいペニスにヨルダは喘いだ。彼の腰の抽送が彼女の背中を持ち上げる。彼女の身体が落ちてくるのをまた腰の突き上げを見舞って、彼女は再び持ち上げられる。朝までずっとまたがっていたい、彼女の頭の中はそれだけだった。
フルダの声が割り込んだ。 「いい? 二人とも上の階に行って。早い時間だ子供が来ちゃうかもしれないわ」 僅かな瞬間だけ、ヨルダは理性的な考えをすることができた。"私は何をしているの? 会ったばかりの男に身体を許してるの?" しかしそれはすぐに消え、激しい欲情が彼女を支配した。彼女は身を起こし、彼女自身の淫蜜にまみれた硬い肉棒を掴んだ。自分でも信じられないことに自身の口からシンミールに階段を登るのについてくるように告げて、その間ずっと彼女の手はペニスを握りしめているのだった。彼女は先立って階段を登っていく途中、小さく漏れる声を聞いて振り返った。サーディアが両膝をつき、彼女の手がスカートの中に潜って激しく動いていた。濃褐色の額に浮いた汗が、胸の谷間に滑り落ちた。シンミールを連れてヨルダは階段を登った。彼は興奮のうめきを上げながら彼女の後に歩く一方で、鉄の鎧の紐を緩めていった。 

２階の部屋の大きなベッドにたどり着き、彼女は彼に向き直った。彼はニヤリと笑って彼女をベッドの上に突き飛ばした。彼の鎧はガチャガチャと床にぶちまけられた。そして彼は彼女にのしかかった。彼のペニスが女の両脚の間を滑っていき、まっすぐ彼女の中に入り込んだ。彼女はうめき声を上げた。女の肩を両手で下に引っ張りながら、彼はピストン運動を開始した。彼女の乳房が滅茶苦茶な方向に揺れ動いた。快感が彼女のわななく濡れた蜜壺から胃のあたりにまで響き、同時に隆起した乳首や紅潮した顔に、エクスタシーの波が彼女の身体じゅうに押し寄せた。頬を朱に染めながら彼女はこのほとんど知らなかった男と全身全霊でセックスしていた。身体の一番奥で彼のモノを感じていた。"ノルドの男はうちのブレトンよりもすごいモノを本当に持っているのね!"と彼女は思った。

急に彼の動きが鈍り、大きく腰を引いた。亀頭部分まで引き抜かれたペニスが彼女の秘唇を大きく広げていた。彼の左手が女の肩からスルスルと滑り降り、その途中でギュッと彼女のバストを揉みしだいた。それからその指が彼女の秘所にたどり着いて、茂みの中をかき分けていった。それらが彼女の秘穴を探検する間、彼のペニスがゆっくりと出入りを繰り返していた。それから指たちはお目当ての小さな肉豆を見つけ出した。彼はそれをこすり始めた。最初はゆっくりと、そして次第に速く。ヨルダの開いた両脚が跳ね上がり、彼にぐるりと巻き付いた。彼はまた激しく彼女を責め始め、だんだんそのリズムを早めていった。彼の指もその速さに合わせて動いた。彼女は下半身でゴツンゴツンと続けざまの衝撃を感じていた。肉棒のドスドスと繰り返す胴突きを打ち込まれた彼女の媚肉がキュッと収縮した。彼女はもうそれを押しとどめることができなかった。彼女は下唇をかみしめて啜り泣いたが、続いてその口から悦楽の叫びが放たれた。両脚が男に絡みつき、彼女は痙攣しながら愛液をほとばしらせて、爆発のようなエクスタシーに達した。シンミールはうなった。それから彼女の脚はくたくたとほどけ、彼を拘束から解放した。彼はペニスを引き抜き、手で握ると切羽詰まった叫び声を上げて射精した。第一撃は彼女の陰部を打ち、第二撃は胸まで届いて彼女の乳房を熱くてドロドロの白い精液でおおった。彼のびくつきは収まらず、彼女の身体に精液を浴びせ続けた。やがて彼はスローダウンし、激しく息をついた。 「お前さん、すごくいいセックスだったぜ」 彼はベッドから身を起こして鎧を手に取った。ヨルダの手は自分の身体をはい回り、彼女の胸から陰部に射精された精液を撫でていた。彼女はいまだに自分のオマンコに欲望が駆け巡っていることを感じていた。ゆっくりと彼女はうつ伏せになって身を起こした。彼女の乳房がロウソクの灯りの中で揺れ、濡れて光った。シンミールは身支度を整えるとベッドに小さい袋を放ってきた。それはマットレスの上でチャリンと音を立てた。 「金は手持ちの全部をやるよ、可愛い子ちゃん。最初の客になったからちょっとボーナスだ」&lt;/p&gt;
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オーガズムのせいで、彼女はまだベッドの上でひざまずいて息を切らせ、喘ぎ続けていた。ゆっくりと引いていくエクスタシーの波が彼女を揺さぶり続けた。
ガクガク震える脚がやっと言うことを聞くようになってから、彼女は洗面器に掛かった布で身体の精液をふき取り、服を着て小銭入れを手に取った。
まだ震える指で綴じ紐を緩め、顔にかかった汗まみれの髪をのけるとマットレスの上に中身のコインを広げてみた。 
きらきら光る中で大金がそこにあると理解した彼女の喘ぎがこぼれた。素早く数を数える。身体を情欲の前に売り渡すことで90ゴールドを稼いだことが分かった。最初の支払いには500ゴールドが必要だった。50ゴールドずつ貯めていくとして客を10人取れば、スチュワードに最初の支払いをすることができる。他の選択肢を考えてみよう。地下牢に入る? 話にならない。店主の誰かの下で働く? 仕事がないか、あっても僅かな賃金だ。町の外で農場の手伝い? 鉄の枷をはめられるのは不名誉だ。それに引き換え、フルダのところで尻を突き出す仕事で、彼女はそれらより多くのお金を稼ぐことができた。そしてこの仕事は、はした金のために腰を痛めるまで野菜を育てることなどよりも断然楽しかった。
彼女は深呼吸すると階段を降りていった。ミカエルが持ち歌の一つを歌っていて、宿屋は先ほどよりも多くの人でにぎわっていた。
回りに目をくれずに彼女はカウンターに歩み寄りフルダを手招きした。この宿屋の店主は笑いかけて身を乗り出した。 「で、どうだった? あ! 言わなくていいわ。 あんた大声あげてたもの」
ヨルダは恥じらって、 「みんなそれを聞いたの?」と赤くなりながら訊いた。 「そうね、何人かよ。大部分はあんたがイッてから店に来たのよ。そのうちあんたの前に行列ができるんじゃない?」
若いブレトン女はフルダを見つめた。もたげた疑問が口をついて出た。 「フルダ、実際どういうことなの? 今までこんなことを経験したことがなかった。自分の欲望が自分を動かしていて、自分にはそれに屈するほかなかった。」 問われた彼女は微笑むとネックレスを指さした。 「いい、それは元はディベラのペンダントだったの。それを"慰める女たち"のアミュレットとして仕立て直したものよ」
ヨルダは首にかかったペンダントを見て、またフルダに視線を戻した。 「売春婦は最古の職業の一つ。それはなくなることはなかった。彼らの秘儀で造られたこのアミュレットは女性が身に着けた時に肉の悦びを求めさせる呪文が封じ込まれているの。元々これは奴隷にされて虐待された姉妹の術師によって造られた。それについて書かれた本があったけど、時間とともにもうほとんど失われてしまった。私が知っているのは、逃走の望みが断たれた姉妹が苦しみを和らげるために2つのアミュレットを作ったということよ。」 「じゃあ、あなたは私にあんなことをさせるためにアミュレットを忍ばせたって言うの?」ヨルダは猛然と問い詰めた。 「違うよ、あんた。元の儀式は失われて、今の時代に伝わっているのは弱い術だけさ。欲望を煽ってあんたに激しいセックスを熱望させるとはいえ、あんたが望んでないならばそうならないよ。これは新しい才能を目覚めさせるのを手助けするだけさね」 フルダは笑った。 「だからあんたは素のままだよ、可愛い子さん」
また、ヨルダはアミュレットを見て、そしてフルダを見た。手をネックレスの留め金に伸ばしたが、それを外すことができなかった。 「どうして? なんで外せないの?」
フルダは再び笑った。 「私の取り分をあんたが払った時だけこれを外してあげる。これは売春婦とその元締めとの不文律よ。これを身に着けたら、私のために働く。取り分を得たら、あんたを解放するってわけ」 「何ですって? 私の稼ぎから差っぴく? どうしてそれが公平なの? こっちは会ったばかりの男に股を開いたのよ!」 ヨルダは怒りがあふれ出すのを感じていた。 「静まりなさいな。昔からずっとこういうことだったのよ。私もお金を貯めて宿屋の主になるまでおんなじことをしたの。気に入らないのなら、今回の取り分を払ってそれを外しなさい。でもまたそれを着ける時にあんたは契約に縛られるよ。あんたの稼ぎの25パーセントをもらう。それを払ったら外してあげるよ」 渋々、ヨルダはコインを数えた。 「切り捨てでいいから、22ゴールドで契約完了よ」 ヨルダはバーカウンターの上にコインを置いた。フルダはヨルダに後ろを向かせて留め金を外した。ヨルダがネックレスをテーブルに置くと、フルダが彼女を揺さぶった。 「これはもうあなたのよ。持っているの。あなた次第よ。ネックレスをして私の宿屋に来たら契約の再開よ。何度かお客を取った後で、その経験と評判を聞いて舞い込んでくるそれまでと違った段取りのお仕事の話をしましょう。これが"慰める女たち"よ。」
ヨルダはネックレスを自分のポケットにしまい、家路についた。彼女の頭の中はグルグル回っていた。本当に私はこのネックレスを再びつけようとするのだろうか? 自分は秘密の集団"慰める女たち"に入ることを望むことになるのだろうか?
彼女には分からなかったが、時の流れが確かな答えを出すだろう。&lt;/p&gt;
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My name is Dirk Dagger and I collect stories from all across Tamriel before they become lost in time.
This is an old folklore tale. I wrote it down, so people will remember it.
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/T_letter.png'&gt;he cursed parchment

Larris threw himself around on his makeshift bed.
The sweet embrace of sleep still was nowhere to be found. He sat up in his bedroll and scratched his head. "Dammit, another sleepless night in this forsaken land!", he exclaimed as he slowly rose and grabbed his helmet. Tucking the cold metal onto his head, he crawled out of his little tent. The campfire still was slowly licking at the cold air and shot embers into the sky.
 
He grabbed a bottle of mead from his backpack and sat down by the warm stones at the fire. 
"Why did you have to do it?", he pondered. "Why did you have to examine that stupid, dead carrier pigeon?"
He rolled the cold bottle across his forehead. The nights in Skyrim surely helped in getting a cold drink. At least they helped with that. 
He tore the cork from the bottle with his teeth. "Might as well get drunk to find a bit of sleep and warmth", he thought.
Larris took a large sip from the bottle and frowned. Black Briar again. He really wished for something more tasteful. Why was there no good ale in this gods-forsaken country?
 
What the locals called "Ale" was a bad replacement for the stuff he had at home. 
Home..... loved and loathed at the same time. He loved his home, but he loathed it for being in the wrong part of the world. The old adventurer stared into the flames. 
"What have I done with my life?", he thought. "Being born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hah!"

With a dry laugh he spit into the flames. This was not what he had wanted for himself. Taking another sip he thought about the last few days. 

He had left his cozy home in Cyrodill to find a last challenge, to find something to give his life some sense and meaning. A formidable foe. He would either be remembered as a hero for slaying it or he would be mentioned in his failure. Either way, people would at least remember him somehow. He wouldn't just fade away into history without anyone taking notice.

The old man shifted uncomfortably. The armor did pinch in the wrong spots. He felt the sore spots. Taking another sip, he let out a sigh, rising. He unfastened the leather strips at the sides and took a deep breath. "It is not easy getting old as an adventurer", he thought. While nestling with the leather straps, his gaze fell unto the small pouch at his belt and he froze. His fingers moved towards it as if he didn't have control over them. Slowly they unfastened the knot he had sworn to never open again. 

A small parchment fell into his hands as the leather bag opened. He held it, trembling. This was the reason why growing old was no fun. He unfolded the writ again, like countless times before. It was a note. Only a small one. But it touched his heart whenever he read it. And again, he couldn't resist, and read the note. And while reading it, he again cursed his place and time of birth.

He must have dozed off at the campfire, because he woke with muscles stiff from the cold after the fire had gone out. He stretched, yawned and cursed. Every muscle hurt and he was almost frozen stiff. Half asleep he crawled under the furs in his tent and fell into a restless sleep. 
The dreams where taunting him, haunting him. He woke. He didn't feel like getting up, although the fire had gone out and he needed the warmth to survive. But it didn't matter.....

With his stiff fingers he pulled the parchment from the pouch again. And again, he read it. Again he felt an icicle driven through his heart. "Wrong time, wrong place", he thought and closed his eyes, not feeling the ice crystals on his eye lashes.
"Sleep. All I need is some sleep."
----
Another adventurer, cold and exhausted, found the campsite. The fire was cold, but there was enough dry wood to get it started again. He carefully looked around. People didn't take kindly to strangers invading their camps while they were away. The flames licked at the wood and soon warmth spread through his body. Feeling better again, the adventurer looked around. There was a small, low tent next to the fire, but it was almost buried in snow. This camp must have been abandoned for quite a while. 

He examined the tent. A frozen man lay inside. Tears were frozen on his cheeks, but he had a smile on his face. His hands clenched around something.... Not wanting to anger the spirit of the frozen man, but curious, the adventurer examined the body. He held something in his hands. Carefully he pried it out of the frozen hand. It was a parchment. But wait! Not only a piece of paper, also a pendant. The adventurer felt uneasy, but still he wanted to know more.
 
He took the pendant and the parchment from the body and sat down by the fire. He read the parchment. It was about a damsel in distress in far away lands. Then he opened the pendant and saw a picture of said damsel. The beauty of the picture constricted his chest. He felt a warmth and a longing he rarely felt before. At the same time he felt a huge sadness, since he would never find the lady in the picture.
Being in need of shelter, he removed the corpse from the tent, cleared it of the snow and sat down at the fire. The warmth felt good. Again, he read the note and looked at the pendant. And again, he felt happy and sad at the same time. The adventurer needed some sleep. So he crawled into the bedroll. 

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He woke up when the frost started to hurt his body. Slowly he crept out of the bedroll. The fire had almost gone out. Embers where still glowing in the fire pit and he crept over to put some more logs onto them, making sure they would catch fire. Unconsciously, his hand closed around the pendant. His other hand unrolled the parchment and he read it again. 
Tears welled up and he coughed. "I need the fire!", he thought and crawled out of the tent. 

He must have dozed off at the fire, because again only some embers where shimmering, like dreams before dawn. He groaned and rubbed his stiff muscles. How long had he been here in this camp? "Bah, what does it matter?", he thought. "Wrong time, wrong place." He didn't bother to rekindle the fire and krept into the bedroll. He pulled out the parchment and the pendant. 
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私の名前はディルク・ダガー、タムリエル中の物語を忘れられる前に集めている。
これは、古い民間伝承譚だ。人々が忘れてしまわないよう、私はここに書き記す。
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ラリスは間に合わせのベッドに自分の身を投げ出した。
The sweet embrace of sleep still was nowhere to be found. He sat up in his bedroll and scratched his head. "Dammit, another sleepless night in this forsaken land!", he exclaimed as he slowly rose and grabbed his helmet. Tucking the cold metal onto his head, he crawled out of his little tent. The campfire still was slowly licking at the cold air and shot embers into the sky.
 
He grabbed a bottle of mead from his backpack and sat down by the warm stones at the fire. 
"Why did you have to do it?", he pondered. "Why did you have to examine that stupid, dead carrier pigeon?"
He rolled the cold bottle across his forehead. The nights in Skyrim surely helped in getting a cold drink. At least they helped with that. 
He tore the cork from the bottle with his teeth. "Might as well get drunk to find a bit of sleep and warmth", he thought.
Larris took a large sip from the bottle and frowned. Black Briar again. He really wished for something more tasteful. Why was there no good ale in this gods-forsaken country?
 
What the locals called "Ale" was a bad replacement for the stuff he had at home. 
Home..... loved and loathed at the same time. He loved his home, but he loathed it for being in the wrong part of the world. The old adventurer stared into the flames. 
"What have I done with my life?", he thought. "Being born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hah!"

With a dry laugh he spit into the flames. This was not what he had wanted for himself. Taking another sip he thought about the last few days. 

He had left his cozy home in Cyrodill to find a last challenge, to find something to give his life some sense and meaning. A formidable foe. He would either be remembered as a hero for slaying it or he would be mentioned in his failure. Either way, people would at least remember him somehow. He wouldn't just fade away into history without anyone taking notice.

The old man shifted uncomfortably. The armor did pinch in the wrong spots. He felt the sore spots. Taking another sip, he let out a sigh, rising. He unfastened the leather strips at the sides and took a deep breath. "It is not easy getting old as an adventurer", he thought. While nestling with the leather straps, his gaze fell unto the small pouch at his belt and he froze. His fingers moved towards it as if he didn't have control over them. Slowly they unfastened the knot he had sworn to never open again. 

A small parchment fell into his hands as the leather bag opened. He held it, trembling. This was the reason why growing old was no fun. He unfolded the writ again, like countless times before. It was a note. Only a small one. But it touched his heart whenever he read it. And again, he couldn't resist, and read the note. And while reading it, he again cursed his place and time of birth.

He must have dozed off at the campfire, because he woke with muscles stiff from the cold after the fire had gone out. He stretched, yawned and cursed. Every muscle hurt and he was almost frozen stiff. Half asleep he crawled under the furs in his tent and fell into a restless sleep. 
The dreams where taunting him, haunting him. He woke. He didn't feel like getting up, although the fire had gone out and he needed the warmth to survive. But it didn't matter.....

With his stiff fingers he pulled the parchment from the pouch again. And again, he read it. Again he felt an icicle driven through his heart. "Wrong time, wrong place", he thought and closed his eyes, not feeling the ice crystals on his eye lashes.
"Sleep. All I need is some sleep."
----
Another adventurer, cold and exhausted, found the campsite. The fire was cold, but there was enough dry wood to get it started again. He carefully looked around. People didn't take kindly to strangers invading their camps while they were away. The flames licked at the wood and soon warmth spread through his body. Feeling better again, the adventurer looked around. There was a small, low tent next to the fire, but it was almost buried in snow. This camp must have been abandoned for quite a while. 

He examined the tent. A frozen man lay inside. Tears were frozen on his cheeks, but he had a smile on his face. His hands clenched around something.... Not wanting to anger the spirit of the frozen man, but curious, the adventurer examined the body. He held something in his hands. Carefully he pried it out of the frozen hand. It was a parchment. But wait! Not only a piece of paper, also a pendant. The adventurer felt uneasy, but still he wanted to know more.
 
He took the pendant and the parchment from the body and sat down by the fire. He read the parchment. It was about a damsel in distress in far away lands. Then he opened the pendant and saw a picture of said damsel. The beauty of the picture constricted his chest. He felt a warmth and a longing he rarely felt before. At the same time he felt a huge sadness, since he would never find the lady in the picture.
Being in need of shelter, he removed the corpse from the tent, cleared it of the snow and sat down at the fire. The warmth felt good. Again, he read the note and looked at the pendant. And again, he felt happy and sad at the same time. The adventurer needed some sleep. So he crawled into the bedroll. 

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He woke up when the frost started to hurt his body. Slowly he crept out of the bedroll. The fire had almost gone out. Embers where still glowing in the fire pit and he crept over to put some more logs onto them, making sure they would catch fire. Unconsciously, his hand closed around the pendant. His other hand unrolled the parchment and he read it again. 
Tears welled up and he coughed. "I need the fire!", he thought and crawled out of the tent. 

He must have dozed off at the fire, because again only some embers where shimmering, like dreams before dawn. He groaned and rubbed his stiff muscles. How long had he been here in this camp? "Bah, what does it matter?", he thought. "Wrong time, wrong place." He didn't bother to rekindle the fire and krept into the bedroll. He pulled out the parchment and the pendant. 
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Bedtime Stories Weekly

published by Sven Morkard's Uncensored Texts


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&lt;i&gt;Hello, dear Reader!&lt;br&gt;
Thank you for buying the first issue of "Bedtime Stories Weekly"!&lt;br&gt;
This week we have a story from a well known author.&lt;br&gt;
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Well, he is not well known, since he writes under an alias, but I 
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/G_letter.png'&gt;retta wore her dark dress. This was best to sneak around in Solitude during the night.
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The young woman had a special interest. She liked to sneak around in the night, not to steal or break into other people's houses. She liked to peek. Peek through the windows at the people inside. Sometimes it was boring, sometimes it was exciting and arousing.&lt;br&gt;
She knew, which window to visit tonight. She had been there before and never was disappointed.&lt;br&gt;
Vittoria Vici and her soon to be husband Aquillius lived in a nice house in Solitude, 
and Gretta knew that they couldn't wait for the upcoming marriage until they bedded each other.&lt;br&gt; 
And they had some rather interesting and exciting techniques in their bedroom.&lt;br&gt;
Thinking about it already made her pussy vibrate with expactation!
Slowly and silently, she moved up to the window.&lt;br&gt;
As usual the curtains were drawn shut, but they liked to keep the window ajar. So all Gretta needed to do was use her broomstick to carefully shove the curtain aside a bit. She could have reached it with her arm, but the stick lessened the risk of being detected.&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/T_letter.png'&gt;here they were. Vittoria lay on her belly, her head just at the edge of the bed. Aquillius was standing in front of her.
He groaned and Gretta could see Vittoria's head move back and forth in a rapid motion.&lt;br&gt; 
"Damn and curses!", she thought. Aquillius stood with the back to her, blocking the view of the action.
There was not much to see, but something to hear. Slurping, sucking noises and panting and groans from them both.&lt;br&gt;
"At least I can start to warm myself up, until they change position", she thought. She lifted her dress and started to finger herself.
She had enough forsight to not wear any panties. They would only hinder access to her nethers.&lt;br&gt; 
Gretta started to get wet fast. Soon she was able to insert three fingers and slid them in and out. She felt her juices run down her inner thighs. With her right hand she supported herself on the wall next to the window and slowly bent forwards for a better view.&lt;br&gt;
She was so busy with pleasuring herself while watching the couple inside, that she forgot about her surroundings. She panted as silently as she 
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/G_letter.png'&gt;retta only noticed the guard, when he lifted the back of her dress and shoved his hard cock into her wet pussy. Bent over as she stood, she couldn't ward him off without losing the support from her right hand, smacking her head into the wall. She was about to shout out, but that would have given her away to the busy couple.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;So she bit the knuckles of her left hand, to prevent herself from screaming out in surprise.&lt;br&gt;
Still supporting herself against the wall, she tried to push the guard back with her left, but he had both his hands tight on her hips and pushed himself into her every time she tried to move forward.&lt;br&gt; 
"Stop it, you pig!", she hissed at him. This only made him thrust harder.&lt;br&gt;
The young woman wanted to protest louder, but suddenly a strong hand grabbed her pony tail and pulled her around. She slipped and started to fall forward, still two strong hands on her hips and a cock in her pussy. 
Before she could make any sense of what was happening, the hand holding her hair pulled her even further forward. She started to lose balance. Another hand grabbed her chin and strong fingers pushed into her cheeks.&lt;br&gt; 
The pain made her open her mouth. As soon as her full, red lips parted, another cock appeared in front of her and was forced down her throat.
She couldn't breathe. A second guard was face fucking her while the first one pumped her pussy. Her eyes started to water, so deep went the dick.
The two guards started to match their rhythm and kept pumping her from both sides.&lt;br&gt;
Then the cock withdrew from her mouth enough to allow her to breath. She inhaled sharply. Her eyes grew wide, as she felt a thumb push into her backdoor.&lt;br&gt;
Before she could make any sound, the cock was back in her mouth. "You can start sucking, if you want. That would make it easier to breathe.", the guard in front of her whispered. 
He pulled back a bit and gave her another chance to catch her breath. "Your choice, sweetie." He started to shove his stiff member back into her throat.&lt;br&gt;
Gretta backed up and started to suck. This way she could at least breathe through her nose.&lt;br&gt; 
While she sucked and worked the head of the cock with her tongue, she felt the thumb at her rear painfully enter deeper while the second dick still kept working his way in and out of her pussy.&lt;br&gt;
She moved her head back enough to be able to speak. 
"At least have the courtesy to spit on it, man!", she hissed.&lt;br&gt;
The guard in front shoved his piece of meat back into her mouth, but the second guard stopped humping her for a moment and pulled out his thumb. Then she felt his warm saliva drip on her anus.
And after that the thumb was back in again, probing deeper than before. At the same time, the dick was shoved back into her pussy with enough force to make his balls hit her clitoris. 
Moving back and forth, the sack hit it again and again, faster and faster. The thumb moved back and forth at the same speed. Another ball of spit hit her rectum.
"At least he has the decency to lube it back up.", Gretta thought, while sucking cock.&lt;br&gt;
The situation was unreal, but having two cocks in her had aroused her more than playing with herself and she came in silent convulsions, not wanting them to know that she enjoyed the treatment.&lt;br&gt;
The guard in the back pulled out his meat and thumb. Was he already ready to finish? Hopefully he would not come into her. She couldn't afford a visit to the alchemist.&lt;br&gt;
But the guard was aware that impregnating was more probably more punishment than she deserved for peeking through windows. So he rubbed his dick between her butt cheeks, until he unloaded his balls onto her buttocks. She could feel his semen slowly flow down the cheeks and the back of her thighs.&lt;br&gt;
The second guard seemed to be close as well. She could feel his dick pulse and the head swell. Salty warm fluids streamed into her mouth. She choked. She only had the options to swallow or to cough, giving them away to the people inside. The guards and Vittoria would probably not be happy. So she closed her eyes and took every squirt down with determination, sucking the cock in her mouth, while it was pumping out sperm.
When the flow had ebbed, the guards adjusted their armors and stood back. Gretta slowly raised to an upright position, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 
Her dress slid down again, soaking up the sperm on her buttocks and sticking to her thighs.
She turned around to face her tormentors. They beckoned her away from the window.&lt;br&gt;
"We hope this was a lesson. Don't go around, peeking into windows. Someone might even mistake you for a thief or a vampire and run you through with swords that are a bit sharper.", one of them said.&lt;br&gt;
"Don't let us catch you again!"
Gretta, relaxed by her hidden orgasm looked at them with a smile.&lt;br&gt; 
"Actually,", she replied. "I hope you will."&lt;br&gt;
With those words she licked some more semen from her lips and disappeared into the shadows.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;やあ、親愛なる読者よ!&lt;br&gt;
「週刊ベッドタイム・ストーリー」一冊目のお買い上げありがとう!&lt;br&gt;
今週お届けする物語は有名な著者のものです。&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;p align="left"&gt;グレッタは暗い色のドレスを身に着けた。夜にソリチュードをうろつきまわるのにはこれが最適だった。
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この娘は特殊な好奇心を持っていた。彼女は夜中にこっそりうろつく趣味があり、そしてそれは盗みや強盗の為ではなかった。のぞき見が好きなのだ。窓越しに中の人をのぞき見る。ある時は期待外れであったが、ある時は刺激的で、彼女に発情を催させるのだった&lt;br&gt;
今夜狙い目の窓はわかっていた。以前も行ったことがあるそこは、一度も期待を裏切ったことがない。&lt;br&gt;
ヴィットリア・ヴィキと間もなくその夫になるアキュイリウスがソリチュードでも上等な家に暮らしていて、グレッタは二人が眠る前に間近に迫った結婚が待ちきれなくなってしまうことを知っていた。&lt;br&gt; 
それでベッドルームで二人はかなり興味深くて刺激的なテクニックを駆使してセックスするのだ。&lt;br&gt;
それを思うだけで彼女の秘所はすでに期待でヒクついた!
ゆっくりと静かに、彼女はその窓から顔を出した。&lt;br&gt;
通常通りカーテンは閉められていたが、彼らはいつも窓を半開きにしていた。だからグレッタがする必要があったのは持ってきたほうきの柄で注意深くカーテンを少し脇にどけることだった。彼女の腕が届くところだったが、この柄は見つかる危険を少なくしてくれる。&lt;p&gt;
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そこに彼らはいた。ヴィットリアがベッドのふちに頭をもたげてうつ伏せになっていた。アキュイリウスは彼女の前に立っていた。
彼はうめき声を上げており、グレッタはヴィットリアの頭部がせわしなく前後しているのが分かった。&lt;br&gt; 
"ええい、くそ!" 彼女は思った。アキュイリウスがグレッダを背に立っていて、女の動きを隠している。
見るのは十分でなかったが、音は聞こえた。すすり立て、しゃぶりつく音、そして二人のうめきと喘ぎだった。&lt;br&gt;
"とにかくあの人たちが位置を変えるまで身体を温めとこっと" 彼女は思った。ドレスをたくし上げて自分自身に指を使い始めた。
彼女がパンティのたぐいを全く着けてこなかったのはこれを見越してのことだった。それらは彼女のドレスの中への干渉を邪魔することにしかならない。&lt;br&gt; 
グレッタは早くも濡れ始めた。すぐに彼女の指が三本入るようになり、すべり込んでは引きずり出すことができるようになった。愛液が太ももの内側を垂れ落ちるのが分かった。窓のそばの壁に右手をついてゆっくりとより良い眺めを探して身を屈めて前に乗り出した。&lt;br&gt;
彼女は中のカップルを見ながら自分を慰める事に夢中になり、まわりに気を配ることが頭から消えていた。彼女はできるだけ静かに喘ぎをもらしながら指を引き抜き、それを舐めた。"ダメ、イッてる場合じゃないわ!" 彼女は思った。 "早くファックしなさいったら!"&lt;/p&gt;
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ドレスの後ろをまくり上げて蜜壺を怒張したペニスでファックされ、グレッタは初めて衛兵に気がついた。前に身を乗り出して立っていたので、男を拒もうにも壁についた右手を離すことができず、彼女は頭を壁に打ち付けた。大声を上げてしまっては取り込み中のカップルに彼女の正体をさらすことになる。&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;結局彼女がしたのは、左手の拳を噛んで自分が驚きの悲鳴を上げないようにすることだった。&lt;br&gt;
いまだ壁に手をつきながら、彼女は左手だけで衛兵を押し返そうとしたものの、男は両手で力強く彼女の腰をホールドし、彼女が前に逃れようとするたびに腰を打ち付けた。&lt;br&gt;
"やめてよ、バカ!" ひそひそと彼女は言った。それはかえって男の抽送を激しくさせただけだった。&lt;br&gt;
より大きな声で抗議しようとすると、突然荒々しく彼女のポニーテールが掴まれて引き回された。彼女の身体は支えを失って前に倒れかけたが、未だに二つの手が彼女のヒップを捉えたまま犯され続けた。
自分に何が起きているか把握する前に、彼女の髪をつかんだ手の方が彼女を前方に引っ張った。彼女はバランスを失いかけた。別の手が彼女の顎をつかんでその指が彼女の頬に強く食い込んだ。&lt;br&gt;
痛みが彼女の口を開かせた。彼女の赤い唇が上下に分かれ、広がりきるや否やもう一本のペニスが彼女の眼前に姿を現し喉まで突き通した。
彼女は息ができなかった。二人目の衛兵が彼女の口を犯しながら、一人目はパンパンと彼女の蜜壺への出し入れを続けていた。深いところまで肉棒を許した彼女は涙を流し始めた。
二人の衛兵はリズムを合わせだし、両側から彼女に抽送を加え続けた。&lt;br&gt;
ようやくペニスが彼女が呼吸できるほどに引き下がった。彼女は鋭く息を吸った。彼女は自分の裏門に親指が潜り込むのを感じて目を見開いた。&lt;br&gt;
彼女が声を立てるより前に、再びペニスが口に入ってきた。「あんたが良かったらおしゃぶりしてくれよ。それなら呼吸しやすくしてやる」 前に立つ衛兵が囁いた。
彼は少しだけ引き抜いてもう一度呼吸するチャンスをくれた。 「あんたの気持ち次第だ、可愛い子ちゃん」 男は固い肉棒を彼女の喉にまた押し込みかけた。&lt;br&gt;
グレッタは背中をそらせてフェラチオを始めた。これならなんとか鼻を通して息をすることができた。&lt;br&gt; 
亀頭に舌を絡めてフェラチオする間、もう一方の肉棒が蜜壺に出入りしながら尻の穴に痛いほど親指が入り込んでくるのを感じた。&lt;br&gt;
彼女はしゃべろうとして頭を後ろにのけぞらせた。
「せめて気を使って唾をつけてしてよ、あんた!」 彼女はひそひそと言った。&lt;br&gt;
前に立つ衛兵が自分の肉塊を彼女の口の中に再び押し込んだが、後ろの衛兵はしばらく彼女を突くのをやめて指を引き抜いた。それから自分のアナルに暖かい唾が垂らされたのを感じた。
そうした後に親指が前より深く入り込んだ。同時に、肉棒が彼女の蜜壺を深く貫いて睾丸が女のクリトリスにぶつかった。
前に後ろに動く陰嚢は何度も何度もぶつかり、それは速く、更に速くなった。親指も同じ速さで前後に動かされた。また唾の塊が彼女の直腸を打った。
"とにかくこいつも潤滑剤を足す気配りはするようになったわね" ペニスをしゃぶりながらグレッタは思った。&lt;br&gt;
非現実的な状況の中にあって、二本のペニスをくわえ込んでいることは自分で慰めるよりも激しくグレッタを発情させた。彼らの処遇に悦びを覚えていることを気づかれたくない彼女は、声を出さずに達して痙攣を起こした。&lt;br&gt;
後ろの衛兵が肉棒と親指を引き抜いた。すでにフィニッシュを迎えるところなのだろうか? うまくすると彼に中出しされないで済みそうだ。彼女には錬金術師にかかるほどの余裕はなかった。&lt;br&gt;
衛兵も窓からの覗き程度の罪に中出しでは重すぎると分かっていた。そこで彼は女の尻たぶに肉棒を挟み込んだ。睾丸が尻にめり込むほどだった。彼の出した精液がゆっくりと彼女の尻たぶ、そして太ももを伝い落ちていくのが分かった。&lt;br&gt;
もう一人の衛兵もかなり切羽詰まってきたようだった。彼の肉棒が脈打ち、亀頭がふくらむのを感じ取った。暖かく塩味の強い液体が口の中いっぱいにあふれかえり、息が詰まった。彼女は出されたものをむせないように飲み込むしかなかった。この衛兵も、ヴィットリアだってこのさき幸せになるもんか。そう思いながら彼女は肉棒が精液をビュッ、ビュッと吐き出す間、口でしゃぶりつき、目を閉じながらその粘っこいドロドロを飲み下した。
噴出も衰え、衛兵二人は離れて自分の鎧を直した。グレッタはゆっくりと立ち上がりながら、手の甲で口をぬぐった。
精液が尻たぶにしみ込み、太ももにこびりついたままに、ドレスが元通りにずり下がった。
彼女をひどい目に合わせた人々に向き直った。窓から離れた彼らは彼女に手招きした。&lt;br&gt;
「これを教訓にするがいい。これからは覗きはやめることだ。誰かに盗賊か吸血鬼だと勘違いされて今度は我々が貫いたものより鋭い武器で刺されることになる」一人がそう言った。&lt;br&gt;
「また俺たちに捕まるんじゃないぞ!」
密かなオーガズムで力が抜けているグレッタは彼らに微笑んだ。&lt;br&gt; 
「本当に」 彼女は答えて言った。「そう願うわ」&lt;br&gt;
言いながら彼女は唇に残った精液を舐め取り、影の中に姿を消した。&lt;/p&gt;
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If you read this, I am dead. 
I thought my apprentice and I would be safe in this little mining settlement.
But the prudes are o to me. They arrested my apprentice for distributing indecent materials. I will try to go to Markarth and set up shop there. 
Since you are reading this, I didn't make it. With this key you now are the proud owner of my old book manufacture. Enjoy the fortune I made with my books.

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If you read this, I am dead. 
I thought my apprentice and I would be safe in this little mining settlement.
But the prudes are o to me. They arrested my apprentice for distributing indecent materials. I will try to go to Markarth and set up shop there. 
Since you are reading this, I didn't make it. With this key you now are the proud owner of my old book manufacture. Enjoy the fortune I made with my books.

Sven 
 
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Travelling the roads of Skyrim

Vol. I

-Helgen-
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About the author:

Merik Millwind was an adventurer, explorer and lady's man, who liked to travel and write guides to the provinces of Tamriel.
Some information in this book might be outdated, but since Merik disappeared while trying to cross the Ghost Sea, 
we won't be getting an update anytime soon.
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I reached Helgen on a sunny day in the late spring. The sun was unusually warm, so I had taken my coat off and could use it as a cushion, since the seats of the carriage were quite uncomfortable. 
If you ever travel by carriage in Skyrim, make sure to have some kind of cushion.

Helgen is a small fortified town in the south of Skyrim. The main travel route to the province leads through Helgen, so you probably will first glimpse the huge towers overshadowing the town, when arriving in the home of the Nords. 
Once the cart reaches its stop, an old headsman's block in the center of town, you will let out a shout of relief to your preferred deity. Even with the cloak to sit on, my buttocks felt numb and burned like fire at the same time. Bring a cushion! 

After hopping from the cart, the first thing I noticed was the Tavern in the shadow of one of the watchtowers.
A bard played inside and the cheerful laughter of people sharing a mug of mead or ale came through the open door.
I adjusted my cloak and stepped inside the Tavern. People only glanced at me, travellers were a normal sight here in Helgen.

The only place free was near the fireplace where a small fire crackled happily away. The bartender shouted "Take a seat, I just stoked the fire."

So I took a seat and a beautiful nord woman, maybe nineteen or twenty years of age came over and asked me what I desired.
I must have stared a bit too long, because she asked again. 
"I am sorry, I was overwhelmed by the beauty of a northern star", I replied. She blushed a little and playfully slapped me with a cloth she held in her hand. 
"Oh, you!", she exclaimed. "The first mead is on the house for a man of such words."
I could swear, she swung her hips a bit more when she walked to get my mead.

Soon after, I had called in several rounds for all of the guests, I was in the middle of a group made up of sturdy Nords, not so sturdy Imperials and whimpy Bretons. Don't get me wrong, I like the Bretons, they are a friendly folk, but if they stand next to a 
Nord, you can't help but notice the difference. Well, to their defense I have to say, the Nords were the hard working kind, the Imperials were trained soldiers from the garrison and the Bretons around were mostly merchants on their way to Whiterun or even further.

The Nords and the imperial soldiers didn't seem to get along too well, so I asked about the reason. What a mistake I had made! 
A shouting match started, all about some forbidden worship and kneeling to the Dominion and that it was the only way to keep the Empire alive and in one piece.

Hastily I tried to diffuse the situation by slamming my mug on the table and shouting "NO POLITICS! We are here to drink and be merry. 
Another round on me, if you all skip the shouting and bickering!" Some from both sides glared at each other and grumbled, but the mood lightened up, when the drinks arrived. 
I made it my method of travelling to mingle with the locals and ask about sights to see and wonders to behold. This way you often get more information than listening to stories of other explorers, who skip most of what they had seen. And I like to decide for myself what is a "must see". They always leave out the women! 

One Nord told me about a huge crypt near the small hamlet of Riverwood called Bleak Falls Barrows. Rumours are, that there are Draugr roaming inside. 
(If you don't know what a Draugr is, I recommend the book "Beasts and Creatures of Tamriel - Undead", but make sure, you buy the revised edition!)
 
He didn't recommend going up to the entrance or even entering it, but he told me, that it is a breathtaking view to behold from the Guardian Stones. See? He pointed me to not only one, but two sights and landmarks.

The day wore on and turned to evening. The soldiers returned to their quarters in Helgen Keep, most of the Nords returned home. 
Soon only the barkeeper, the maid and I were in the room. "Last round, my friend.", the man behind the bar called and filled a mug for me, without even waiting for my reply. "This one is on me, you spent so much coin tonight, I usually take a week to make so much money." 
I pulled out one of the several coin pouches I wear hidden on my body. 
(Never travel with all your coin in one purse!)
 
Counting out the coins I caught the barmaid out of the corner of my eye. She was watching me and smiled. 
Putting some coins extra on the table, I asked the man "Do you have a room for the night?" He nodded and replied "Sure, not many guests stay here in Helgen on their way on. My daughter will show you to your room, when you have finished your mead. Take your time, she still has some cleaning to do anyway. I will go to bed now. It was a pleasure, good Sir."

With these words, he left the room and I was alone with this beautiful girl.
She scrubbed some tables, looking at me and smiling. I am not sure if she bent forward a little more than necessary, but she allowed me a nice view of her cleavage. I sipped my mead, while watching her bosom wiggle with every scrubbing move.

When she cleaned my table, she "accidentally" slipped (there have not been many good actors from Skyrim!) and I grabbed her around her waist, making sure, she wouldn't fall. 
Instead of hitting the ground, she landed on my lap, giggling.
"I think, it is time to show you to your room", she said, got up, grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I hadn't finished my mead, but I did not protest, because I was sure what was coming was far sweeter.

When I had entered the small chamber that was so boastfully called my "room", she slipped in with me and slowly and carefully closed the door. 
I turned to face her, she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me onto the bed. Quick as a lightning she flung herself over me, straddling my like a horse. I didn't mind being her stallion for the night, I can tell you.
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She put her hands behind her had and let down her hair. 
In the moonlight coming through the window it shimmered like a flowing river of gold. She looked at me and her tongue licked over her lips as she started to untie the knot that held her dress together over her breasts. 
Teasingly slow she pulled the string from eyelet after eyelet. I felt her warm crotch rub against my pants.
Finally she had unfastened her dress and it slid from her shoulders. When she shook her body a bit to get her arms out, her beautiful bosom shook and quivered. 
She leaned forward and I could not resist, but had to press my face into her gifts.
The maid sighted a bit and started to undo my shirt. While my hands wandered up her thights, she could no longer hold onto her passion and she ripped the shirt open. Her fingers raked through my chest hair, her nails leaving fine pink lines. Then they found my belt buckle and undid it. 
She started to push my pants down, but I had to lift my pelvis from the bed. So I grabbed her buttocks with a firm grip and pushed her upwards while I lifted myself. Then the pants were around my knees. Her warm hands found what they were 
looking for. She didn't have to do much to get its attention, the beauty of her body already had aroused me. 
I let go of her buttocks and hitched up her dress, so it wouldn't be in the way. She rubbed her crotch over mine and I realized that undergarments were not that common in Skyrim. The moist warmth almost drove me crazy and she knew it. She aimed and slid down on me.
 
By now my arousal was at a point where I had to be careful, or it would be a short adventure. 
She seemed to realize it and slowed her pace. Sometimes she went up and down, sometimes she pushed it all in and ground her hips. My hands wandered over all of her body. 
I licked the sweat from between her breasts. She bit her lower lip, so she wouldn't moan too load. After all, her father was only two rooms away. When the passion became to much for her, she grabbed my head and pulled me towards her. In a fiery kiss our tongue played with each other. 
Then she moaned and grunted into my mouth. Her body shook and I reached the point where it became too much for me as well.
We both were washed away in a wave of passion and exhilerated pleasure. The girl collapsed onto my chest and panted heavily. 
Her hands played with my chest hair and I twirled her golden curls.She slowly regained her breath and dismounted her faithfull stallion.

That was when we heard the door to her father's room unlock. Hastily she jumped up, gave me a kiss and climbed out of the window.
Not a moment to soon had I drape the blanket over my nakedness, when the door flew open. 
I pretended to startle from sleep and looked at the innkeeper. His face was red and he had a meat cleaver in his hand. He looked at me and asked "Where is she?"

I played my role of being drunken with sleep and mumbled "Where is who?" "My daughter! Where is she, you pig!" Rubbing my eyes I sat up. 
"How should I know, I have been fast asleep." He cocked his head. "Is that so? And why did I hear muffled screams and moans from your room?" 
He stepped over the threshold, still wielding the cleaver.
"Oh, I am sorry", I replied. "I nearly died on one of my travels and sometimes I dream about it. I have been told that I moan and groan and grunt, even shout during those nightmares. I really should have warned you about it."
 
The inkeeper lowered his weapon and turned a different kind of red, the red of embarrassment. "Oh... I am.... Uhm... I better let you get back to sleep. Don't worry, if you have nightmares again, I will not intrude on your privacy again." 
With these words, he retreated from my room and I hastely locked the door again.

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Travelling the roads of Skyrim

Vol. I

-Helgen-
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著者について:

冒険者、探検者、そして色男、旅を重ねてタムリエルの各地方のガイドを記す、それがメリク・ミルウィンドだ。
この本の一部の内容は古くなっているが、メリクは亡霊の海を横断しようと試みて消息を絶っており、更新される予定はない。
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私がヘルゲンに到着したのは夏も近い晴れの日だった。異様に暖かい日だったので私は外套を脱ぎ、フィットしていなかった馬車の座席に敷いてクッション代わりにした。
スカイリムを馬車で旅するならば、クッションのたぐいを用意しておこう。

ヘルゲンはスカイリムの南にある要塞化された小さな集落だ。この地方の主要街道がここを通っているため、あなたがノルドの故郷を訪れるとなればあなたが最初に目にするものは、まずもってここの巨大な塔と言うことになるだろう。
町の中央での老いた首切り執行人の制止により、到着した馬車が止まってしまえば、あなた方はそれぞれ信じる神に感謝の言葉を発することだろう。外套を下にして座っていたのでさえ、私の尻はしびれ、火のように熱くなっていた。クッションを用意すること! 

荷車を飛び出して最初に目に付いたのは見張り塔の影になっている宿屋だった。
開いたドアの向こうから吟遊詩人の演奏と、はちみつ酒やらエールやらを分け合って飲む人々の快活な笑い声が響いていた。
私は着ていた外套を少し直しその宿屋に足を踏み入れた。ヘルゲンでは旅人は珍しくなく、人々は私をちらっと見ただけだった。

パチパチと小さな音を立てるたき火の近くに幸いにもたった一つ空いている席があった。バーテンダーが叫んだ。「座ってくれ、いまちょうど薪をくべたところだから」

それに従って私が座ると、おそらく19か20歳ほどの美しいノルドの女性がやって来て、目を惹かれている私に話しかけてきた。
彼女がもう一度話してきたということは、私はあまりに長い間じっと見つめていたに違いない。
「すまない、北方に輝く星の美しさに見とれてしまった」 と私は返答した。彼女は頬を染め、手にしていた布でふざけて私を叩いた。
「まあ、お客さんたら!」 彼女は叫んだ。 「あなたには一杯目をタダにしてあげる」
誓ってもいい、はちみつ酒を取りに戻るときの彼女の尻の揺らし方は普通より大きかった。

少し経って、私は何度かにわたって客の皆の輪の中に呼ばれて入れてもらった。屈強なノルドや、その点では及ばないインペリアル、そして弱虫のブレトンに。悪く取らないで欲しい、私は親しみやすい人々であるブレトン人が好きだ。ただ、ノルドの隣に立たれると、違いに気付かざるを得ない。そう、弁護のために言っておかなければならない。そのノルドは重い労働を続けている者たちで、インペリアルは兵舎で戦士の訓練を受けている、そしてまわりのブレトンはほとんどがホワイトランか遠くの街へ向かう商人たちだった。

そのノルドたちとインペリアルの戦士たちはあまり仲が良さそうに見えなかったので理由を聞いてみた。私はなんという過ちをしでかしたんだ!
エルフ自治領に膝を屈してある崇拝を禁じられたこと、そして帝国の存続にはそうするしかなかったことについての激しい口論が始まった。

私は話をそらそうと急いでテーブルにマグを叩きつけて叫んだ。 「政治問題は結構! がなりながら口論するのはやめて、みんな飲んで陽気にいこう!」 両側の何人かは相手を睨みながらぶつぶつ言ったが、雰囲気は明るくなった。ちょうど飲み物が到着した。
旅行での私のノウハウは地元民と交流して名所や見るべき不思議なものを聞いてみるということだ。彼らが見聞きしたものの大部分を見逃している、他の探検家たちに比べてより多くの情報を得ることができる方法だ。その中で「必ず見る」ものを取捨選択することにしている。女性についてはその手順は不要だ! 

あるノルドはブリーク・フォール墓地と呼ばれるリバーウッドの小さな村落のそばにある大きな墓地について語った。噂では、そこではドラウグルがうろついているとのことだ。
(もしドラウグルを知らない場合は「タムリエルの動植物 - アンデッド」という本をお勧めするが、当然改定版を買うこと!)
 
彼はその中に入るどころか入り口に立つことさえ勧めはしなかったが、彼によると大守護石からの眺めは息を呑むほどだと言うことだ。ほら、見たか? 彼は一つどころか二つも名所・景勝を教えてくれた。

昼は過ぎて夕方になった。戦士たちはヘルゲン砦の兵舎に戻り、ほとんどのノルドも家に帰った。
間もなく部屋には宿の主人、メイドと私だけになった。 「最後の一杯だ、友よ」 バーの男は言って返事を待たずに私の杯を満たした。 「こいつはおごりさ。あんたは今夜、実に気前よく金を使ってくれたからな。これだけ稼ぐにはいつもなら一週間かかるぜ」 
隠して身に着けていた小銭入れの一つを私は取り出した。
(一つの財布に全額を入れて旅をしないこと!)
 
コインを数える私の視界の端にバーメイドを捉えた。彼女は私を見て微笑んだ。
テーブルの上に多めに金貨を置いて、私は男に尋ねた。 「泊まれる部屋はあるかな?」 彼はうなずくと言った。 「もちろん。そういう風にヘルゲンに泊まってくれる客は多くはないんだ。あんたがはちみつ酒を飲み終わったら私の娘が部屋に案内するよ。娘はここの掃除が少し残ってるから待っていてくれ。俺は部屋で寝るよ。いいお客さんで嬉しかった」

そう言って彼は部屋を去り、私は美しい娘と共にそこに残された。
彼女はいくつかテーブルを水拭きしつつ、私に向かって微笑みかけた。彼女が必要以上に大きく前かがみになって拭いている気がしたが、それが胸の谷間の素晴らしい眺めを私に許した。はちみつ酒をちびちびと飲みつつ、彼女のバストが動作のたびにゆさゆさ揺れるのを見つめた。

彼女はテーブルを拭き終えると、"思いがけなくも"足を滑らせ(スカイリムからはあまり良い役者は出ていない!)、私はもちろん手を伸ばし、彼女が転ばないようウェストに手をまわして捕まえた。
床に尻もちするのをまぬがれて私の下半身に着地した彼女は、クスクスと笑った。
「あなたのお部屋に案内するわね」そう言って彼女は立ち上がり、私の手を引いて歩き出した。まだはちみつ酒を飲み終わっていなかった私が抗わなかったのは、遥かに甘美なものが先に待っているのに違いなかったからだ。

「部屋」とうそぶかれていた狭苦しい房室に着くと、彼女は私と一緒にそこに身を滑り込ませ、ゆっくりと慎重にドアを閉めた。 
彼女の方を向くと、彼女は優しく私の肩に手を伸ばしベッドの上に押しやった。電撃のような速さで私の上に飛び乗り、馬乗りのように脚を広げてまたがってきた。彼女の乗り馬になるのも悪くなかった、本当に。
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彼女は手を後ろに回して髪を下ろした。
窓から差し込む月明りの中でそれは金色の川の流れのように輝いた。彼女は私を見つめて唇を舐めながら胸の上で留められた結び目をほどき始めた。 
通し穴を一つまた一つ、焦らしながらゆっくりと彼女は紐を引き抜いていった。私のパンツをこする彼女の下腹部は熱くなっていた。
ついに彼女がドレスを緩めるとそれは彼女の肩をずり下がった。彼女が少し身を震わせて腕を抜くと、美しいバストがブルンッと揺れた。 
彼女が身を乗り出して私は彼女の贈り物に顔をうずめるしかなかった。
メイドは少し目を注いでから私のシャツを脱がし始めた。私が両手を彼女の太ももに滑らせると、彼女は欲情に駆られて私のシャツをビリビリ破いて前を開いた。彼女の指が胸毛をひっかいて爪のあとがピンクのラインとなって残った。指先が私のベルトのバックルを探し出して外した。
彼女は私のパンツを引き下げようとして私は尻をベッドから浮かさないといけなかった。それで彼女の尻たぶをしっかりとつかんで自分の身体を浮かせるために彼女を持ち上げた。パンツは私の膝まで下がった。彼女の熱を持った手がついにお目当てのものを探し出した。彼女の身体の美しさが私をすでに興奮させており、難しいことではなかった。
私は彼女の尻をつかんでいた手を離してドレスをスルスルと抵抗なく引き上げた。彼女は下腹部を私のものにこすりつけていて、私はスカイリムでは下着は一般的でないことを知った。熱を持ってとろけたそこが私の興奮を極限まで押し上げたのを見て取った彼女は、私の上で狙いを定めてあてがい、腰を沈めた。
 
この冒険は気を付けなければ父親に中断させられてしまうだろうという点が今や私を興奮させていた。
彼女もそれをわかっているようでゆっくりとしたペースで動いていた。ある時は彼女は上下に動き、ある時は腰を押し付けてヒップをグラインドさせた。私の両手は彼女の体中をはい回った。
彼女の両胸の間の汗を舐め取った。彼女は喘ぎ過ぎないよう下唇をかんだ。何といってもたった二部屋向こうに彼女の父親がいるのだ。興奮が高まった彼女は私の頭に手を回して引きつけた。情熱的なキスを交わしてお互いに舌を絡めあった。 
そして彼女は喘ぎやうめきを私の口の中に吐き出した。彼女の身体はわななき、私はもはや引き返せない地点を突き抜けた。
私たち二人は情欲と浮き上がるような快楽の波に押し流された。娘は私の胸に崩れ落ちて激しく息を切らせた。
彼女の手が私の胸毛をもてあそび、私は彼女の金色の巻き毛をひねり回した。彼女はゆっくりと呼吸を落ち着かせて自分の忠実な種馬の鞍から降りた。

同時に彼女の父親の部屋のドアのカギが外れる音を聞いた。とたんに彼女は飛び上がり、私にキスすると窓を抜け出ていった。
ドアがすばやく開かれ、毛布で自分の裸体を隠すには遅すぎた。
私は眠りから跳ね起きたふりを装って宿主を見やった。彼は真っ赤になって肉切り包丁を手にしていた。私を見て「彼女はどこだ?」と尋ねた。

私は酔って眠っていたという役割を演じてモグモグと言った。 「どこの誰だって?」 「俺の娘だ! あいつはどこだ、ブタ野郎!」 私は目をこすって起き直った。
「私が知るものか、ぐっすり眠ってたんだぞ」 彼は首をひねった。 「そうなのか? ならどうしてあんたの部屋から押し殺した喘ぎと叫びが聞こえたんだ?」
彼は入口を越えてきた、いまだ包丁を構えながら。
「ああ、すまんね」 私は答えた。 「ある旅で死にそうな目にあって時々その夢を見るんだ。その夢の間叫ぶこともあるしうめいたり唸ったりするそうなんだ。これはあんたに言っておくべきだったな」
 
宿主は武器を下ろし、怒りで赤かった顔色は別の種類である、きまり悪さによる赤に染まった。 「おお…私は…うーむ…あなたに気持ちよく眠りに戻ってもらわないと。心配いらない、また悪夢を見たとしても、もうあなたのプライバシーを邪魔するようなことはしないよ」
そう言い残して、彼は私の部屋から逃げ戻り、私は急いでドアに再び鍵をかけた。

シュルシュルという音が窓から聞こえて、私は振り返った。愛しのメイドがそこをよじ登って戻ってきた。彼女は私を見てベッドに手招きした。見たところ彼女は私が明朝リバーウッドに去る前にまたも気の荒い悍馬でのロデオをするつもりであった。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</Dest>
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The Ladies of Comfort
Volume I 
published by Sven Morkard's Uncensored Texts
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Jorda woke up and lazily lifted her left eyelid.
Yes, it was definitely day. Bright sunlight shone through a window and made her head ache.
The last customer really liked his drink. 
Her head was pounding. She really should have declined the mead.
But he had insisted and what the customer wants, he gets.
She closed her eyes as the memories flooded over her.
How she receicved the inheritance letter in her home in High Rock.
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"Dear Jorda,
we are sorry to inform you, that your uncle Cedric has passed. Due to you being the only 
relative we were able to locate, you are the one to inherit his small home in Whiterun.
The key to Breezehome is in the small box that came with this message. Also included is the deed for the house, please present it to the Steward of Whiterun, honorable Proventus Avenicci as proof of ownership.
Our condolences,

Marek Poodle
certified Lawyer &amp; Tax Counsel"
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She hardly knew Uncle Cedric, from the stories her late parents had told her, he was kind of the 
black sheep of the family, more into drinking and women than into working. He had scammed people
out of their money more than once with business plans that ultimately failed.
After pressing too much money out of a merchant with ties to the noble circles, he packed and left for an "undisclosed location". Well, now she knew, where he went.

She had to look up Whiterun on a map of the Empire and learned it was in Skyrim. Better pack the warm clothes and some potions of frost resistance!

She travelled by ship to the city of Windhelm. Why not see the sights, when you are travelling to a 
different province, right? When she arrived at the docks, a cold wind was blowing and snow was everywhere.
Jorda shuddered in her fur coat and almost slipped on the planks of the pier. A Khajiit grabbed her by the arm
and saved her from falling into the cold water below. "Thank you!", she said. The Khajiit smiled and replied 
"Don't worry, I am just glad that such a nice lass didn't turn into an icicle."
She wanted to say more, but the sailors barged through them, glancing at the cat man. 

Only when she arrived at Candlehearth Hall to rent a room did she realize her purse was missing. 
She approached a guard, telling him about the theft. He made a rude remark about her sweetroll and showed no
intentions to help her. It probably would have been different, had she been a Nord and not a Breton.

All her savings, gone! Now all she had left was the small amount of septims she carried loosely in her pocket.
With tears of rage and disappointment in her eyes, she counted them. 25 septims. Just enough for some simple meal 
and a carriage ride to Whiterun. So much for seeing the city sights.

The cart driver smelled of cheap mead. A bottle of Black-Briar Mead rolled around in the back of the cart along with
several empty ones. She sniffed one of them and vowed to avoid this swill at all costs.
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Jorda's lower back ached from the hard bench and the long, bumpy ride with the carriage. Deep in thoughts, she rubbed 
her butt when she heard a laugh. "I can help you with that!", the carriage driver shouted, loud enough for other bystanders
to hear. Jorda blushed, grabbed her knapsack and hurried off.

After asking an arrogant Redguard man in fine clothes, she knew where to find this Steward.
Only later did she find out that the guy was Nazeem, crawling up the Jarl's backside all the time and rumoured to have strange tastes in
the bed chamber. 

Proventus Avenicci seemed like a nice person, when she met him. He was sitting in Dragonsreach and talking to a female Dunmer.
Jorda cleared her throat and approached the man. 
"Good day, Sir.", she said. "My name is Jorda and I am here to claim ownership of the house Breezehome. My uncle passed away and I inherited it."
Avenicci looked at her. "I am sorry for your loss, but we have to complete some formalities first. Irileth, would you be so kind 
and act as witness?" "Of course.", the Dunmer replied. 
"You claim ownership to Breezehome and have a written deed to the house?"
"Yes.", Jorda replied, while producing the writ of ownership from her knapsack.
The Steward checked the seals and the signature on the deed. 
"Yes, this is genuine. Irileth, can you confirm that this young lady has proven her ownership and accepted the inheritance from her uncle?"
"I can and I will sign the protocols as witness."
Proventus produced a writing with the title "Transfer of Ground and Assets".
Irileth signed as witness, Avenicci as Steward of Whiterun.
"You just have to sign here to make the transfer complete, young lady."
With these words, he turned the parchment around to her and handed her his quill. 
"Finally a roof over my head and maybe I can sell off some stuff to get a bit of money to start again.", she thought.
With a slight tremble she signed the paper.

"Thank you, my dear. Now for the debt of taxes for Breezehome and your uncle's failed business. Since your uncle died and you accepted the inheritance, 
you will be held responsible for the outstanding amounts. You can live in Breezehome, but are not allowed to remove anything of value from it. 
Everything in it belongs to the Jarl and the City of Whiterun. The amount owed is 5000 Septims for the house and 2500 septims for taxes from the business
before it failed, that is without interest. It looks like your uncle didn't do well with his book keeping. And his business ideas as well, I am sorry to say. 
Trying to open a Black-Briar meadery in Whiterun, where the Honningbrew Meadery is well established was bound to fail. But he didn't listen to any counsel."

Jorda felt as if the floor jolted sideways, she had to grab the table to prevent her from falling over. Her face was pale like freshly fallen snow. 
"7500 septims in debt?", she whispered. "I don't have that amount of money."
The Steward looked at her with sad eyes. "I am sorry, but the law is the law. Normally we would have you escorted to the dungeon right away, but I think we can
work something out. Since you are new to the city, why not take a few days to come to terms with the situation and find some work then? I would be willing to 
split the debt into payments you have to deliver every fortnight. I am even willing to waive interest, if you pay on time."
Proventus took a breath. "But if you fail to pay, we will have you escorted to the dungeon, my dear. I am sorry, but there is only so much I can do before the Jarl
objects."

Slowly, she rose from the table and looked at them. "Thank you for giving me time. I will retire to Breezehome now and will try to come to terms."
She turned around to leave. "Oh, by the way...", the Steward said in a calm voice, "please don't try to leave the city, the guards are instructed to not open the gate for you. 
Trying to run will only make matters worse."
"Damn!", she thought, "He really was quick!"
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/C_letter.png'&gt;hapter III - Finding work where there is none.

It took Jorda two days of weeping on the cheap bed in her "home", before she was able to leave the house. She tried to find work at Warmaiden's, but her skill was not good enough. 
She could hardly manage to smith an iron dagger or even sharpen it. The helmet she made looked like something a giant had sat on.
Chopping firewood only made the men whistle and hoot, because her backside jiggled every time she struck the logs. Belethor didn't need any help in the shop. Oh, the shops. 
They were barely scraping by and not able to pay enough or anything for a helper. 

So she sat in the Bannered Mare, brooding over some mead. Probably the last one she could afford or would taste before going into the dungeon.
That was when Saadia approached her. "Lass, you look worried. Is there anything I can do?".
Jorda looked at the redguard woman and let out a sigh. "No, I don't think so. I tried to find work, but there is none to be found in this place. And I can't leave. But thank you for asking".
The redguard smiled. "Work? Why didn't you say so? Hulda needs someone in the tavern. You should talk to her."
"Really? I thought, she already had enough people around. I will talk to her right away." The young woman stood up and walked over to the bar. "Hulda? I heared that you might be hiring?"
The bar owner turned around from the shelf she was sorting. "Well, yes, dear. I could use someone. You know anything about working in a tavern?"
Jorda shook her head. "No, I never worked in one, but I have been in many." She gave Hulda a shy smile.
"Well, we will sort you out. Not much to learn. If you have a good memory or can write, you are all set." Hulda's eyes wandered up and down Jorda's body. "Oh, you definetly are set."
Puzzled, the young Breton asked about the pay. She knew that she didn't have much more time to put her first payment on Avenicci's table. 
"Pay? I do pay well, but....", Hulda said and hesitated, "Word travels fast here in Whiterun and I know about your situation with the Steward and the taxes. I can't pay that much. But you might wear this outfit." She handed her a package. "It will help you get more money. They men here are always happy to see a nice bosom and behind. It will make them give you something extra, if you use those assets of your's right." Jorda looked at the package and then back at Hulda, still a puzzled expression on her face. The barkeeper smiled and continued: "They are low cut and short skirted. And another hint, how to get money from those guys: If they grope your breasts or smack your butt, let them do it. They have their fun and you get more coin." Jorda shuddered. Letting some strangers grope her? She was not inexperienced, when it came to men, but strangers? She blushed at the thought, but at the same time she wondered, if the money she would make would be enough to keep her from the dungeon.
"Well, I might give it a try, just let me change into this and get to work. It is not too crowded right now an I can train a bit with fewer customers around." 
Hulda grinned and nodded. "Sure, sweety."&lt;/p&gt;
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Jorda hurried into the kitchen, ready to change. The dress was really short and the top was low cut. She felt a bit uncomfortable. Then she held it up and realized that most of the top and the little cloth at the bottom where almost transparent. She gasped. Everyone could see, how Dibella had blessed her! But she really needed to make some coin. So she changed into the dress. When she folded the package paper, something fell to the ground. A necklace. She picked it up and looked at it. "Strange, that Hulda didn't mention it.", she thought. But since it was part of the outfit, she put it around her neck. As the closure snapped shut, Jorda felt a slight tingle run down her spine. She stood still for a moment and shrugged. "I am way too nervous.", she thought.&lt;/p&gt;
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The Ladies of Comfort
Volume I 
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Jorda woke up and lazily lifted her left eyelid.
Yes, it was definitely day. Bright sunlight shone through a window and made her head ache.
The last customer really liked his drink. 
Her head was pounding. She really should have declined the mead.
But he had insisted and what the customer wants, he gets.
She closed her eyes as the memories flooded over her.
How she receicved the inheritance letter in her home in High Rock.
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"親愛なるヨルダ、
あなたのおじセドリックが死んだことを伝えなければならないことを残念に思う。我々が所在を突き止めることが出来たただ一人の親類であるあなたは、ホワイトランにある彼の小さな家の相続人ということになります。
　そのブリーズホームのカギは同送の小箱に入っています。Also included is the deed for the house, please present it to the Steward of Whiterun, honorable Proventus Avenicci as proof of ownership.
Our condolences,

Marek Poodle
certified Lawyer &amp; Tax Counsel"
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She hardly knew Uncle Cedric, from the stories her late parents had told her, he was kind of the 
black sheep of the family, more into drinking and women than into working. He had scammed people
out of their money more than once with business plans that ultimately failed.
After pressing too much money out of a merchant with ties to the noble circles, he packed and left for an "undisclosed location". Well, now she knew, where he went.

She had to look up Whiterun on a map of the Empire and learned it was in Skyrim. Better pack the warm clothes and some potions of frost resistance!

She travelled by ship to the city of Windhelm. Why not see the sights, when you are travelling to a 
different province, right? When she arrived at the docks, a cold wind was blowing and snow was everywhere.
Jorda shuddered in her fur coat and almost slipped on the planks of the pier. A Khajiit grabbed her by the arm
and saved her from falling into the cold water below. "Thank you!", she said. The Khajiit smiled and replied 
"Don't worry, I am just glad that such a nice lass didn't turn into an icicle."
She wanted to say more, but the sailors barged through them, glancing at the cat man. 

Only when she arrived at Candlehearth Hall to rent a room did she realize her purse was missing. 
She approached a guard, telling him about the theft. He made a rude remark about her sweetroll and showed no
intentions to help her. It probably would have been different, had she been a Nord and not a Breton.

All her savings, gone! Now all she had left was the small amount of septims she carried loosely in her pocket.
With tears of rage and disappointment in her eyes, she counted them. 25ゴールド。ホワイトランへの馬車代と食事代にできるだけだ。 So much for seeing the city sights.

The cart driver smelled of cheap mead. A bottle of Black-Briar Mead rolled around in the back of the cart along with
several empty ones. She sniffed one of them and vowed to avoid this swill at all costs.
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/C_letter.png'&gt;hapter II - Whiterun.

Jorda's lower back ached from the hard bench and the long, bumpy ride with the carriage. Deep in thoughts, she rubbed 
her butt when she heard a laugh. "I can help you with that!", the carriage driver shouted, loud enough for other bystanders
to hear. Jorda blushed, grabbed her knapsack and hurried off.

After asking an arrogant Redguard man in fine clothes, she knew where to find this Steward.
Only later did she find out that the guy was Nazeem, crawling up the Jarl's backside all the time and rumoured to have strange tastes in
the bed chamber. 

プロベンタス・アヴェニッチは会った印象ではいい人そうだった。彼はドラゴンズリーチで椅子に腰かけ、ダンマーの女性と話しているところだった。
ヨルダは咳払いをして彼に近づいた。
「初めまして、閣下」彼女は言った。"My name is Jorda and I am here to claim ownership of the house Breezehome. My uncle passed away and I inherited it."
Avenicci looked at her. "I am sorry for your loss, but we have to complete some formalities first. Irileth, would you be so kind 
and act as witness?" "Of course.", the Dunmer replied. 
"You claim ownership to Breezehome and have a written deed to the house?"
"Yes.", Jorda replied, while producing the writ of ownership from her knapsack.
The Steward checked the seals and the signature on the deed. 
"Yes, this is genuine. Irileth, can you confirm that this young lady has proven her ownership and accepted the inheritance from her uncle?"
"I can and I will sign the protocols as witness."
Proventus produced a writing with the title "Transfer of Ground and Assets".
Irileth signed as witness, Avenicci as Steward of Whiterun.
"You just have to sign here to make the transfer complete, young lady."
With these words, he turned the parchment around to her and handed her his quill. 
"Finally a roof over my head and maybe I can sell off some stuff to get a bit of money to start again.", she thought.
With a slight tremble she signed the paper.

"Thank you, my dear. Now for the debt of taxes for Breezehome and your uncle's failed business. Since your uncle died and you accepted the inheritance, 
you will be held responsible for the outstanding amounts. You can live in Breezehome, but are not allowed to remove anything of value from it. 
Everything in it belongs to the Jarl and the City of Whiterun. The amount owed is 5000 Septims for the house and 2500 septims for taxes from the business
before it failed, that is without interest. It looks like your uncle didn't do well with his book keeping. And his business ideas as well, I am sorry to say. 
Trying to open a Black-Briar meadery in Whiterun, where the Honningbrew Meadery is well established was bound to fail. But he didn't listen to any counsel."

Jorda felt as if the floor jolted sideways, she had to grab the table to prevent her from falling over. Her face was pale like freshly fallen snow. 
"7500 septims in debt?", she whispered. "I don't have that amount of money."
The Steward looked at her with sad eyes. "I am sorry, but the law is the law. Normally we would have you escorted to the dungeon right away, but I think we can
work something out. Since you are new to the city, why not take a few days to come to terms with the situation and find some work then? I would be willing to 
split the debt into payments you have to deliver every fortnight. I am even willing to waive interest, if you pay on time."
Proventus took a breath. "But if you fail to pay, we will have you escorted to the dungeon, my dear. I am sorry, but there is only so much I can do before the Jarl
objects."

Slowly, she rose from the table and looked at them. "Thank you for giving me time. I will retire to Breezehome now and will try to come to terms."
She turned around to leave. "Oh, by the way...", the Steward said in a calm voice, "please don't try to leave the city, the guards are instructed to not open the gate for you. 
Trying to run will only make matters worse."
"Damn!", she thought, "He really was quick!"
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&lt;img src='img://Textures/Interface/Books/Illuminated_Letters/C_letter.png'&gt;hapter III - Finding work where there is none.

ヨルダは自分の粗末なベッドの"家"で泣き暮らし、何とか気持ちを立て直すのに2日を要した。彼女は戦乙女の炉を訪ねてみたが、彼女のスキルでは不十分だった。
鍛冶で鉄のダガーを造るのも研ぐのも彼女にはとても難しいことだった。彼女が造った兜はまるで巨人が上に乗っているかのような代物だった。
Chopping firewood only made the men whistle and hoot, because her backside jiggled every time she struck the logs. Belethor didn't need any help in the shop. Oh, the shops. 
They were barely scraping by and not able to pay enough or anything for a helper. 

So she sat in the Bannered Mare,  Probably the last one she could afford or would taste before going into the dungeon.
That was when Saadia approached her. "Lass, you look worried. Is there anything I can do?".
Jorda looked at the redguard woman and let out a sigh. "No, I don't think so. I tried to find work, but there is none to be found in this place. And I can't leave. But thank you for asking".
レッドガードは微笑んだ。 "Work? Why didn't you say so? Hulda needs someone in the tavern. You should talk to her."
"Really? I thought, she already had enough people around. I will talk to her right away." The young woman stood up and walked over to the bar. "Hulda? I heared that you might be hiring?"
The bar owner turned around from the shelf she was sorting. "Well, yes, dear. I could use someone. You know anything about working in a tavern?"
Jorda shook her head. "No, I never worked in one, but I have been in many." She gave Hulda a shy smile.
"Well, we will sort you out. Not much to learn. If you have a good memory or can write, you are all set." Hulda's eyes wandered up and down Jorda's body. "Oh, you definetly are set."
Puzzled, the young Breton asked about the pay. She knew that she didn't have much more time to put her first payment on Avenicci's table. 
"Pay? I do pay well, but....", Hulda said and hesitated, "Word travels fast here in Whiterun and I know about your situation with the Steward and the taxes. I can't pay that much. But you might wear this outfit." She handed her a package. "It will help you get more money. They men here are always happy to see a nice bosom and behind. It will make them give you something extra, if you use those assets of your's right." Jorda looked at the package and then back at Hulda, still a puzzled expression on her face. The barkeeper smiled and continued: "They are low cut and short skirted. And another hint, how to get money from those guys: If they grope your breasts or smack your butt, let them do it. They have their fun and you get more coin." Jorda shuddered. Letting some strangers grope her? She was not inexperienced, when it came to men, but strangers? She blushed at the thought, but at the same time she wondered, if the money she would make would be enough to keep her from the dungeon.
"Well, I might give it a try, just let me change into this and get to work. It is not too crowded right now an I can train a bit with fewer customers around." 
フルダは笑ってうなずいた。「いいわよ、可愛い子ちゃん」&lt;/p&gt;
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ヨルダは着替えるためにキッチンへ駆け込んだ。そのドレスのスカートは実に短く、バスト部分も実に大きくカットされていて、彼女は嫌なものを感じた。身体に当ててみるとその丈の短い服は上も下もほとんどスケスケだった。彼女は息をのんだ。みんな見て、このディベラに祝福された身体を！と言わんばかりだった。だがコインを稼がないことには…。彼女はそのドレスを身に着けた。包みを折りたたむ時、地面に落ちたものがあった。ネックレス。ヨルダは拾って眺めた。「変ね、フルダはこれのことは言ってなかったわ」 しかし衣装の一部かと思い直して、彼女はそれを首に下げた。パチンと鎖をはめると、ヨルダはわずかな疼きが背筋を走った気がした。彼女はしばらくじっとしていたが、やがて肩をすくめた。「気のせいよね」&lt;/p&gt;
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Be careful what you touch around here. This house was a den of carnal pleasures and primal magic of lust might have soaked into the things left within these walls!

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この辺の物に触るのには注意しろ。この家は肉の快楽の巣窟だったから、原初の肉欲の魔法がこの壁の中にしみこんだかも知れない!

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Back in the saddle
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Jorda hadn't slept much the last night. Not after she had found out about the "Ladies of Comfort".
Although she had made some coin working for Hulda, she still didn't know if she would be cut out for this kind of work.
When she sat in Breezehome and looked around, she realized she didn't have much choice.
Her bed was some straw in a fragile bed frame with a rough blanket that smelled of horse.
She used an old crate as a nightstand and on it was the necklace Hulda had given her. 
Neatly folded next to it were the clothes that revealed more than they hid.

She considered her options again. She already had wasted two days weeping and the time for the first payment to the Steward was coming closer and closer. With a sigh, she rose from her bed, grabbed the clothes and the necklace and walked down the stairs. 

She locked the door to the house and walked over to the Bannered Mare. 
Hulda greeted her with a nod as she entered. Jorda walked over to the bar. "Would you mind, if I go upstairs and change?" "No, go right ahead, Jorda. Did you bring the necklace?" Jorda dangled the necklace from her hand. "Yes, here it is." Hulda winked at her. "Good, just had to make sure. Just go up and when you are ready, put on the necklace."

Jorda changed quickly, eyeing the bed in the room. She remembered how she had her first customer on it yesterday. Saadia had already put on clean sheets. 
When Jorda came back down, she walked up to the bar keeper. She pulled out the necklace and clasped it around her neck. The still unfamiliar warmth spread through her. She immediately calmed down and felt a certain horniness. She turned around and leaned at the bar. "It is pretty empty tonight. How am I supposed to find customers?", she asked. Hulda smiled. "Girl, you are not bound to the inn room. You can walk the streets and see who is interested." Jorda considered it and realized that this would be the only way to make some septims after all. 
"See you in a bit", she said over her shoulder as she walked outside the inn.

She walked over to Belethor's Shop. It was almost closing time and she had seen how he had eyed her before. Maybe he wouldn't mind closing the shop a bit earlier today.
When she entered, he started to greet her with his usual phrase, but stopped when he saw her outfit and the pendant around her neck.
"Oh, it looks like I am not the only one selling something here tonight", he said and grinned. Rubbing his hands, he walked around the counter and stood in front of her. One arm went around her waist, the other one slammed the bolt on the door shut. "Sorry, we're closed," he snickered.

He led her through the room to the counter. Slowly the shopkeeper pushed her upper body down on the counter, then Belethor pushed her feet apart. His hands wandered up her thighs, caressing her buttocks, as he pushed the skimpy skirt up. He gave her butt cheeks a slight slap and Jorda let out a startled "Oh!". The exploring hands moved on, past her waist and up to her breasts. He squeezed them, then he pulled down the fabric concealing them. They jumped out of the dress and jiggled for a moment, before he pushed her down further on the counter. 

Her nipples touched the cold top of the counter, instantly making them hard. 
She moved her hips left and right and Belethor looked down at the beautiful butt before him. Another quick slap and the buttocks were quaking for a bit. A rosey outline of his hand showed on the pale skin. He sank to his knees, letting his fingers slide over her pussy softly. Jorda moved her hips backwards, her breasts sliding over the counter as she did it. 

Then he gave her a slap on her pussy. Just enough to make her jump a bit and arouse her, but not enough to inflict pain. His fingers spread her lips and then his tongue was inside her. He pressed his mouth on her cunt, so that he could penetrate as deep as he could with his tongue. Pulling out his tongue, he gave some quick licks to her clit, before penetrating her again. 
Jorda moaned and stopped moving her hips. She didn't want him to lose contact with her pussy. She spread her legs further and lifted her boobs from the counter, playing with them, pulling and tweaking her nipples.
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She felt Belethor's tongue slide over her buttocks. He really seemed to have a thing for her ass. When he reached her butt crack, the tongue started to follow it down to her pussy. She had to suppress a giggle when he reached her anus and started to caress it with his tongue. 
It was arousing; nobody besides herself had ever touched her there and she would never have imagined that it would be so pleasing. 
When he moved on, his middle finger rubbed the saliva into her butt hole. The tip of his finger pushed against her anus. By now, Jorda was completely in a state of pleasure and arousal. His tongue again reached her pussy and playfully circled her clit. 

Then she heard him unfasten his belt. He got up and the pants slid to his ankles. Spitting on his cock, he moved between her spread legs and entered her. Jorda gasped. She hadn't known that he was this big. Her pussy lips spread wide, as he pushed his whole length in. She arched back and grabbed her breasts, but his strong hand stopped her and pushed her back onto the counter. Every stroke he made rubbed her nipples over the wooden surface. They were so hard and sensitive now, it almost drove her insane. 
His hand was now at the back of her neck, holding her firm to the surface. Then, when he pulled out almost all of his meat, he slapped the butt again before pushing back in all the way. Then, he pulled her back from the counter and turned her around while pulling out. "Get down! Quick!", he groaned, holding his meat in a tight grip. 
Jorda dropped to her knees and he shot his load over her boobs. Long white streaks of warm semen started to slowly flow down. Still squirting a bit of cum, he rubbed his cock across her tits, spreading the semen into a shiny coating. He moved the head over her nipples and with a last shudder, he squeezed the last bit of cum out of his cock. 
"Whew, that was definetly worth it. I might become a regular, girl," he said while pulling up his pants. He grabbed a small pouch and dropped it into her lap. "You can clean up in the back, there is hot water and a cloth should be there. Let yourself out through the back please."

A few minutes later, Jorda was standing outside. Belethor wasn't that bad as a customer, she thought. He had the decency to let her clean up and by the weight of the pouch, he wasn't stingy.&lt;/p&gt;
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Broadening your horizon
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Jorda walked around the shop and strolled towards the Drunken Huntsman. A guard whistled after her and shouted: "If I wasn't on duty, we would have some fun." The young woman waved at him with a smile and winked. He wouldn't be on duty all the time and why not keep the guys interested? 
When she entered the Huntsman, she immediatley saw, that there was no coin to be made. Elrindir didn't even bat an eye at her, so he probably was not interested in some fun. 

Just as she turned around to leave again, a deep female voice sounded up. "Excuse me, could I have a word?"
Jorda turned around. A female Dunmer had risen from a chair in a niche. "Sure, what can I help you with?"
"I would like to hire your service. Are you available?" The young breton swallowed. Another woman wanted to hire her? Maybe she didn't know, what services Jorda provided? "Uhm, I am not sure...," she started, but the Dunmer smiled and interrupted her. 
"Oh, I am well aware about the services provided by the Ladies of Comfort." Jorda felt her face turn red. "You never have been with a woman before, am I right?" the Dunmer inquired. She slowly shook her head. "Well, time to remedy that." the dark woman said and grabbed her by the hand. "My name is Jenassa, by the way." She led Jorda past Elrindir and winked. He smiled and nodded. 

When they were in the back room, Jenassa gently kissed Jorda, putting her hands on her shoulders. For a moment, Jorda stood there, stiff like a pole. But the gentle kiss started to become more passionate and Jenassa's tongue played around Jorda's lips, always trying to part them a bit. Then Jorda gave in. It was kind of exciting. She opened her lips and their tongues started to entwine and dance around each other.
"Take off my armor", the Dunmer whispered. Jorda's fingers slowly moved to the fastenings at the side of the armor, opening one buckle after the other. Jenassa pressed herself against Jorda's body and her legs slung around Jorda's. The leather skirt started to slide up and the dark skinned woman pushed her pussy against Jorda's bare leg. She started to rub against it, all the time breathing into Jorda's mouth while they continued kissing passionately. 
The last latch was undone, Jenassa shook her arms a bit and the leather armor fell from her body, revealing dark blue skinned breasts, firm and full. Jorda almost became jealous, since they matched her own in size and firmness. She felt her own nipples push against the fabric of her dress. 

Jenassa's hands moved from her shoulders, pushing down the dress in a teasingly slow manner. 
When they both were naked, she pressed herself against Jorda, their breasts rubbing each other. Jorda could feel the erect buds on Jenassa's breasts poke into her tits. A small moist streak glinted on her upper leg, where the Dunmer was still rubbing herself. 
Then she stopped kissing Jorda and kissed her on her boobs. The tongue circled her areolas, her lips closed around the nipple as she sucked and carefully bit her.
 
Jorda was very aroused by now and grabbed Jenassa's buttocks, squeezing them. Then the Dunmer woman started to rub Jorda's pussy while still licking and sucking her breasts.
Her hands moved back to Jorda's shoulders and she slowly pushed her down to her knees. Without any thought of hesitation, Jorda stuck out her tongue, starting to lick through the moist hair around Jenassa's cunt. The Dunmer raised her leg over the kneeling woman's shoulder and pressed her pussy into Jorda's face. 
She moaned with her deep voice. Jorda's tongue worked the pussy lips, parting them just enough to enter the tip, wiggling it while moving for the clit. Jenassa let out a sigh as she hit the target. Quickly she closed her lips around the clit and sucked on it. She felt the other woman's legs tremble. Her tongue played with the little knob between her lips. Suddenly Jenassa pulled back. 
"Wow, not so fast, I don't want to come right away." Jorda looked up. "You know what? Two for the price of one." And without waiting for a reply she was back at licking and slurping the Dunmer's cunt. Jenassa almost fell over when the orgasm hit her. 
Jorda was surprised when a wave of warm fluid gushed into her face.
Jenassa sank to her knees, panting. She pushed Jorda on her back and sunk her face between her legs. Now she was pleasing Jorda with her tongue and her fingers, sliding them in and out of the wet slit.

Jorda moaned and groaned, she lifted her hips and pressed herself against the Dunmer's face. Her hands opened and closed, trying to dig the fingers into something. Her buttocks slammed back onto the floor, as she started to pull her legs towards her. 
Suddenly, Jenassa stopped and got back on all four. With a swift motion, she swung herself over Jorda, spreading her legs and showing her dripping pink pussy to Jorda.
Then she went down on her again. Jorda slung her arms around Jenassa's waist and pulled her head up, greeting the cunt above her with her lips and her tongue. She was close to a climax now and she felt the Dunmer building up another orgasm as well. 
Jorda pressed her legs against Jenassa's head and ground her pussy into her face as she came. She let out a scream, shouting it into the dark woman's pussy, then she squeezed Jenassa's clit with her lips again and the beautiful blue body shook with ecstasy, as she came again. Another warm gush splashed over Jorda's face, she felt the pussy clamp together around her tongue. Jenassa lifted her head from between Jorda's legs and let out a howl of pleasure. 
They lay together for a few minutes afterwards. Jenassa's fingertips gently wandering over Jorda's body, making her shiver every now and then. Goosebumps raised on her breasts, the nipples still stood firm.

"Thank you for your great service, I almost can't believe it was your first time with another woman. You seemed to know what to do." Jorda looked at her. "Yes, strange enough. I never have experienced something like this before." She realized that she was stroking the pendant around her neck. Maybe it had helped her in some way?&lt;/p&gt;
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Back in the saddle
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ヨルダは十分に眠れなかった。"慰める女たち"についての秘密を解いたわけではなかった。
フルダの下で働いていくらかの金を手にしたものの、彼女はまだ自分がこの仕事に合っているかどうかわからなかった。
ブリーズホームの家の中に腰かけて周りを見渡し、彼女は選択肢がほとんどないことに気付かされた。
彼女のベッドはいくらかワラが敷かれたもろいフレームのもので、ぼろぼろの毛布には馬の匂いが染みついていた。
古いナイトスタンドを点けるとその明かりの下にはフルダがくれたネックレスがあった。
隣に折りたたまれているのは身体を隠すと言うよりもかえって見せつけると言うような服だった。

彼女はまた取りうる選択肢を考えた。彼女はもう2日を泣くだけに費やしていたのでスチュワードへの最初の支払い期限はギリギリまで迫っていた。ため息とともに彼女はベッドから起き上がり、服とネックレスをつかんで階段を降りていった。

彼女は家のドアに鍵をかけてからバナード・メアに向かった。
彼女が入っていくとフルダがうなずいて彼女を迎えた。ヨルダはカウンターに歩み寄った。 「2階の部屋を使って着替えたらいけないかしら?」 「いや構わないよ、ヨルダ。ネックレスは持ってきた?」 ヨルダは手にしたネックレスを見せつけた。「うん、あるわね」 フルダはウィンクした。 「結構。確認しときたかっただけ。さあ上に上がって準備ができたら、そのネックレスをするのよ」

ヨルダは素早く着替えた。部屋のベッドが目につき、昨日ここでどのように最初の客の相手をしたかを、彼女に思い出させた。サーディアがすでに新しいシーツを敷いていた。
ヨルダは1階に降りて宿の主の所に行った。彼女はネックレスを取り上げてヨルダの首にはめた。静かな得体の知れない熱が彼女に行き渡った。それはすぐに収まり、彼女はまぎれもない欲情を感じた。彼女はバーに向かって振り返り尋ねた。「今夜はかなり空いているわ。どうやって客を見つけたらいいの?」 フルダは笑った。 「あんた、部屋にくくり付けられてるわけじゃないんだ。通りを歩いていいのを見繕ったらいいよ」 ヨルダは考えて、結局それが金を作る唯一の方法であると理解しました。
「少ししたら戻るわ」 そう肩越しに言って彼女は宿屋を後にした。

彼女はベレソアの店に向かった。そこはもうすぐ閉店時間で、彼女は彼がどんな目で自分を見ていたか知っていた。おそらく彼は今日は店を少し早く閉める事にするだろう。
彼女が入店すると、彼はいつもの挨拶を始めたが、口を閉じて彼女の衣装と首のペンダントを見つめた。
「おや、今夜は売るものがある者は私一人じゃないようだ」 彼はそう言ってニヤニヤと笑った。揉み手をしながらカウンターを回って彼女に近寄った。彼女の腰に手を回し、別の手で乱暴にドアのかんぬきをかけた。 「すまんが閉店だよ」 彼はクスクス笑った。

彼は彼女を部屋をカウンターまで連れて行った。ゆっくりと店主はカウンターの上に彼女の上体を倒し、彼女の片脚を押して開かせた。彼の手は彼女の太ももを這い上がり、ヒップを愛撫し、そのためスケスケのスカートはずり上がった。彼は女の尻たぶに軽い平手打ちを喰らわせ、ヨルダは「あう！」と驚きの叫びをもらした。まさぐる両手は動き続け、ウエストを通って二つのふくらみに伸ばされた。彼はそれをぎゅっと握りしめてから、邪魔な布を引き下げた。両の乳房がドレスからはじけ出て、彼が彼女をカウンターにさらに押しつけるまでゆさゆさと揺れた。

彼女の乳首が冷たいカウンターに触れ、その感触にすぐ硬くなった。
彼女はヒップを左右に揺すりたてベレソアの目線を美しい尻の形に惹きつけた。もう一度素早い平手打ちがヒップに見舞われ、さざ波のような揺れを起こした。青白い肌に彼の手の形が赤く残された。彼は膝を沈めて、指を彼女の秘所に優しく忍ばせていった。ヨルダはヒップを後ろに突き出し、それに伴って乳房がカウンターを滑った。

それから彼は彼女のオマンコをピシャリと叩いた。痛みを与えるほど強くはなく、彼女をビクンと跳ねさせ興奮させる強さだった。彼の指が女の陰唇を広げ舌が彼女の媚穴の中に入り込んだ。彼の鼻が彼女のオマンコにめり込み、それで舌は限界まで深く潜り込んだ。舌を引き抜き、彼は彼女の肉豆をせわしなく舐め、そしてまたオマンコに突っ込んだ。
それにはヨルダも尻振りを止めてうめきをもらした。彼女はオマンコから彼の愛撫がはなれるのが嫌だった。彼女は両脚をガバッと大きく開いて、豊満なバストをカウンターから持ち上げ、乳首を引っ張ったりいじくった。
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彼女はベレソアの舌がヒップに移動したのを感じた。彼は間違いなく彼女のアナルに執着があるようだった。彼女の尻の割れ目に到着し、秘穴にまで舐め下ろした。彼がアヌスを舌で愛撫しだすと、彼女はクスクス笑いだしそうになるのを必死でこらえた。
情欲がわき起こった - 彼女と関係を持ったものでそこに触れたものは今まで誰もいなかった。そしてそれがこんなに気持ちいいとは想像もしていなかった。 
次に、彼は中指に唾液を付けて尻穴をいじくった。指先が彼女のアヌスに潜り込んだ。もはや、ヨルダは完全に快感を覚え発情していた。彼の舌がまたオマンコに伸びてクリトリスの回りを舐め回した。

男のベルトが外される音がした。彼は立ち上がりパンツを膝まで下ろした。ペニスに唾を飛ばしてから、女の広げられた両脚の間で狙いを定めてインサートした。ヨルダは喘ぎ声を上げた。彼女は彼のモノがこう大きいとは知らなかった。ペニスを根元まで押し入れられるのに従って、彼女の媚唇が目いっぱいに広がった。彼女は弓なりにのけぞって両手で自分の乳房をつかんでいた。だが彼の手が強くそれをはねのけ女の身体を再びカウンターに押し戻した。彼は抽送によって彼女の乳首を木の表面でこするようにした。乳首は完全に硬くとがって敏感になっていて、それが彼女を狂乱に追し上げた。
彼の手が女の首の後ろに伸び、彼女をぴったりと表面に押し付けた。そうして、肉棒をギリギリまで抜いて再び突く合間に尻をピシャッ、ピシャッと何度も打ちすえた。それから、ペニスを引き抜きつつ肩をつかんで引っ張り彼女を振り向かせた。 「しゃがめ! 今すぐ!」 彼はわめくと肉棒を強く握りしめた。
ヨルダが両膝をつくと彼はその溜まりきったものを発射し巨乳にぶっかけた。熱いザーメンがゆっくりと垂れ落ちだして長く白い線になった。まだわずかに射精し続けるペニスを両胸にこすりつけ、塗り拡げられたザーメンが反射して輝いた。先端を彼女の乳首に押し付け最後の身震いをして、彼はペニスから最後の精液を絞り出した。 
「ヒューッ、まぎれもなく良いセックスだったよ。あんたの得意先になるよ、嬢ちゃん」 とパンツを上げながら彼は言った。彼は革の小袋を摘み上げて彼女の膝の上に落とした。 「奥に湯水と服があるから身体を綺麗にするんだ。外に出るのは裏口からにしてくれよ」

その少し後、ヨルダは店外に立っていた。 ”ベレソアは客として悪くはないわね” と彼女は思った。けち臭い男じゃない、身体を清めさせる気遣いと小袋の重みがそう言っていた。&lt;/p&gt;
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Broadening your horizon
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ヨルダは店をぐるりと回ってから酔いどれハンツマンの方向にぶらぶらと歩いた。衛兵が彼女の後ろで口笛を吹き、 「警備当番じゃなかったらお願いしたいもんだ」 と叫んだ。若い娘は笑ってウィンクしながらひらひらと手を振った。やがて非番が来る彼がそそられずにいられるだろうか? 
ハンツマンの中に入り、彼女は素早く見て取った。ここは稼げない。エルリンドルは彼女を目にして瞬き一つしなかった。おそらく彼はそういう遊びに興味がなかったようだ。

背を向けて出ようとしたその時、野太い感じの、しかし女の声が聞こえた。 「すみません、お話よろしいかしら?」 ヨルダは振り返った。部屋の奥まりの椅子から女ダンマーが立ち上がった。 「もちろん。何か私にして欲しいことでも?」
「あなたのサービスを雇いたいの。できるかしら?」 ブレトン娘はぐっと息をのんだ。同じ女が私を雇う? ひょっとして、彼女は私がどういうサービスを提供しているか分かってないのでは? 「うーん、どうでしょう…」 と言いかけた彼女をダンマーは笑いながらさえぎった。
「あら、わたしは"慰める女たち"がどういうことをするかは分かってるわ」 ヨルダは自分の顔が赤くなるのを感じた。 「あなたはまだ女性の相手をしたことはないのね?」 とダンマーは尋ねた。ヨルダはゆっくりうなずいた。 「いいわ、ではそこを直して行きましょう」 褐色の女はそう言って握手してきた。 「名前はジェナッサよ、そう言えば」 彼女はヨルダの手を取って歩き出し、エルリンドルのそばを通り過ぎる時にウィンクした。彼は笑ってうなずいた。 

奥の部屋に入ると、ジェナッサは両手を相手の肩に置いて優しくヨルダに唇を重ねた。しばらく、ヨルダは棒のように身を固くし立ち尽くしていた。しかし優しいキスは次第に情熱的になりジェナッサの舌はヨルダの唇をはい回り、割り開こうとしてきた。それでヨルダは降参した。それはある種刺激的だった。彼女は唇を開いて、お互いの舌が踊り、絡み合った。
「私の鎧を脱がせて」 ダンマーは囁いた。ヨルダの指がゆっくりと鎧の横の留め具に伸び、バックルを2つ外した。両脚をヨルダの脚に絡めつつジェナッサは相手の身体に自分の身体を押し付けた。革のスカート部分がまくれ上がり、色の濃い肌を持つ女の秘所がヨルダの生足に押し当てられ、彼女はそれをこすりつけ始めた。その間ずっとキスは続けられ、ヨルダの口の中に彼女の息づかいが伝わった。
最後の留め金が外されると、ジェナッサは上体を震わせて革の鎧をずり落とした。現れたダークブルーの乳房は、豊満でしかも張りつめていた。自分のに匹敵する大きさと張りにヨルダは対抗心を覚えかけた。彼女は自分の乳首がドレスの布地を突き上げるのを感じた。

ヨルダの肩に置かれていたジェナッサの両手がドレスに伸び、焦らすような動きでゆっくりと引き下ろした。
二人とも一糸まとわぬ姿になって、ジェナッサはヨルダに身を重ね、お互いの乳房がこすれ合った。ヨルダは胸の突起がジェナッサの乳房に突き刺さるのを感じた。ダンマーがずっと秘所をこすりつけている彼女の太ももには湿ったラインが出来て光にきらめいた。 
ヨルダの唇から離れたジェナッサの唇が今度は巨乳にキスをした。舌が乳輪を丸くなぞり、唇をすぼめて乳首を吸い上げ、甘噛みした。
 
ヨルダは強烈に感じてジェナッサの両の尻たぶをつかみ、力いっぱい握りしめた。それからダンマーは引き続き乳首を責めつつヨルダのオマンコをいじり始めた。
彼女の両手が相手の肩に戻りゆっくりヨルダをひざまずかせた。何のためらいもなくヨルダは舌を伸ばし、湿った茂み越しにオマンコを舐め回し始めた。ダンマーは片足を上げて相手の肩に掛け、秘所をヨルダの顔に押し付けた。
彼女は太い声を出してうめいた。ヨルダの舌は秘唇を舐め、それを割り開いて舌先を媚穴に潜らせ、クリトリスをプルプルと刺激した。弱点を責められたジェナッサの口からため息のような声が出た。素早くヨルダは唇をすぼめてクリトリスを包み込んで吸い上げた。相手の足に震えが走るのを感じた。彼女の舌は相手の秘唇の間にある小さなかたまりをもてあそんだ。突然ジェナッサが腰を離した。
「あぁー。そんなに急がないで。さっさとイキたくはないの」 ヨルダは見上げた。 「あれのこと? 料金1回分で2倍の長さとかいう」 そう言って返答を待たずにまたダンマーのオマンコを音を立てて舐めだした。ジェナッサはオーガズムに達し倒れかかった。
熱い分泌液が断続的にヨルダの顔めがけてほとばしり彼女を驚かせた。
ジェナッサは膝から崩れ落ち、あえいでいた。彼女はヨルダを後ろに突き倒して両脚の間に顔をうずめた。今度は彼女が舌と指を濡れた割れ目にヌルヌルと出し入れしてヨルダに悦びを与えた。

ヨルダはうなり声やうめきを上げながら腰を浮かせてダンマーの顔に押し付けた。ジェナッサはアソコに深く指を突き入れようと手を開いたり閉じたりした。ヨルダの尻はドスンと床に下ろされ、両脚がジェナッサに絡んで引き寄せた。 
急にジェナッサは動きを止め四つん這いになって離れた。敏捷な動作で身を回転させヨルダの顔をまたぐと、両脚を広げて彼女に淫蜜を垂らしたピンクのオマンコを見せつけた。
再び彼女はのしかかった。ヨルダはジェナッサのウェストに抱きついて頭を持ち上げ、唇と舌を使い、自分のオマンコがいま感じている以上の快感を相手のオマンコに与えようとした。自分のクライマックスが今やすぐそこに迫っていること、ダンマーもオーガズムまで押し上げられていっていることを感じた。 
ヨルダはイキながら相手の顔にオマンコをグリグリと擦り付けた。両脚は相手の頭を押さえつけていた。彼女は濃い青の肌の女の淫口に悲鳴とないまぜのイキ声を吹き込んだ。そして夢中で相手のクリトリスを唇でひねり上げたためジェナッサもまたイキ果て、美しい青い身体はエクスタシーのわななきを見せた。前以上の熱い潮がヨルダの顔一面にぶっ掛けられ、ダンマーの淫穴が舌を咥え込んでキュウッと締め上げた。ジェナッサはヨルダの両脚のはざまからのけぞって絶頂の吠え声を上げた。
その後、しばらくの間お互いに横たわったままだった。ジェナッサの指先が優しくヨルダの身体をさまよい、彼女を時折ひくつかせた。乳房に鳥肌が立ち、両の乳首はずっとピンと固く勃ったままだった。

「とってもいいサービスをありがとう、これが女同士の最初だなんて本当に信じられないわ。どういう風にやるか知ってたみたい」 ヨルダは彼女を見た。 「はい、妙なことですが。前にこういうことを経験したことはないのに。」 彼女は自分が首にかけたペンダントを撫でていることに気が付いた。おそらくはそれが彼女を助けたのだろうか、何らかの方法で…?&lt;/p&gt;
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Look out for Volume IV of Jorda's Story! 
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Travelling the roads of Skyrim

Vol. II

-Riverwood-
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About the author:

Merik Millwind was an adventurer, explorer and lady's man, who liked to travel and write guides to the provinces of Tamriel.
Some information in this book might be outdated, but since Merik disappeared while trying to cross the Ghost Sea, 
we won't be getting an update anytime soon.
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Note by the author: I changed some persons' names to protect them from harm.

After leaving the beautiful and hospitable little Hamlet of Helgen, my travels took me down the road towards Riverwood. 
As I knew, I would see some sights on the way. It wasn't long until I found the Guardian Stones that were mentioned to me in Helgen. As interesting as they were, they all looked more or less the same. 
So if you want to see the sights of Skyrim, you might want to skip the stones, they seem to be scattered all over the province but I see no reason to travel to them. Have you seen one, you have seen all.
The only thing making me wonder is, why are the Nords so fixated on erecting phallic monuments. Yes, dear Reader, this pun was intended! 

Through the trees, I caught glimpses of Bleak Falls Barrows on the far mountain overshadowing Riverwood. It looked impressive already, but the true magnitude of it only showed, when I had entered the little lumber village and looked up again. A sight to behold. 

Riverwood itself is a quiet town. The main income seems to be from a lumber mill and a smithy. Although there is a little shop that has a wide variety of odds and trinkets for sale. The name is not very insired, it is simply called "Riverwood Trader", owned by an imperial merchant and his sister. 

The only inn in town is named "Sleeping Giant Inn". It offers meals and rooms at decent prices, although the service isn't up to par. Maybe the name of the inn refers to the bartender.

I strolled through the village for a bit and realised, I had seen everything there is to see within a few minutes of walking. So I decided to browse the shelves in the "Riverwood Trader" for a bit.

The first thing I realized was the sister of the shop owner. The second thing was a strange golden claw on the counter. There was not much offered to sell, Lucius told me, that he had shipped off a lot of his merchandise and was waiting for the payment to restock again. He didn't seem willing to talk about the claw, something I haven't seen before. He neither shared where he got it, or what it was for. 

So I asked about any legends or stories about Bleak Falls Barrows. He didn't know much about it, but his sweet sister Carmen chimed in and started to give me some background. 
When her brother rolled his eyes in annoyance, she ushered me outside and became my tour guide for the little village. 

The Barrows once were used as a burial ground, but that tradition had been abandoned for a while, partly because of stories of undead roaming the halls and tunnels. She locked arms with me and led me down the main street, telling me all kinds of gossip about the people living in Riverwood.

We passed the Inn and reached the end of town. "Well, that is it already.", she said. "Not much to see for a well travelled man like you." I looked at her and smiled. "Well, at least I had the pleasure of seeing the most breathtaking sight in Riverwood and spend some time with her." Carmen blushed and playfully slapped me on the shoulder, giggeling. "You sure know how to talk to a lady. I really miss it sometimes. The men here are not much for words. Well, except Sven, he fancies himself a bard, but he still has a lot to learn."

I asked her, where the road leads that we were walking and she replied, that it leads to Whiterun. 
"Let me show you the bridge.", she said and pulled me along. The sun already stood low and I wasn't sure, if I should lead her away from the safety of the village, but I never denied a woman her wishes.

So we walked towards the bridge and I suddenly felt her fingers playing with mine. "Oooh", I thought, "let's see where this road leads indeed."

When we reached the bridge, she leaned against the stone parapet. "Come here, I can show you where Whiterun is.", she said with a wink. I moved over to her, she turned me around and grabbed my arm from behind. Carmen pointed my hand into the distance and, putting her mouth to my ear, said "To the left of the stream is a winding road that leads downhill. You will come to the Honingbrew Meadery. On that crossroad, you turn left and you are almost in Whiterun."
I felt her body push against my back while the fingers of her hand holding mine started to playfully moved over my skin. "Whiterun is probably a lot more exciting than Riverwood and has a lot more worth remembering", Carmen whispered into my ear.
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I turned around and looked her in the eyes. "You could tell me more about Riverwood. And I will remember you of course." A faint blush rushed over her cheeks and she giggled. I turned her around and she rested her arms on the railing. Pushing my loins against her buttocks just a little bit, I took her hand and pointed at the sawmill. "Tell me about the sawmill and its history." She started to recite the family history of the owners and how long they already had been here. But frankly, I can't recollect much of it, because I got distracted soon.
 
"They work the saw almost the whole day. Sometimes I just stand there and watch the sawblade go up and down, up and down all the time." While she said "up and down", she started to move her hips up and down, rubbing against my log. 
"The water wheel turns all day as well", Carmen said. With these words she started to rotate her butt, still pressed against me. I could hear her breath getting excited. "Of course they have to check every piece of timber, if it is big enough for the saw." Saying so, her hand explored the timber pushing against her. 
There was no going back now. I slid up the back of her dress and realized that Imperials seem to keep the customs of underwear even abroad. Her hand quickly undid my pants and with a small jerk I moved her undergarmet to the side. The timber became the sawblade as I carefully entered her. Soon I found myself moving in the rythm of the saw in the distance. Carmen moaned with pleasure and steadied herself on the parapet. I looked down and enjoyed the view of her buttocks quaking. Just when we were about to reach our of intimate pleasure, there was a shout from across the water.
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"Hey, Carmen! Your brother is looking for you!", a stout man at the water's edge shouted. The woman tried to reply, but only a breathy reply came out at first. She coughed, waved and shouted "I will be there soon." "You are there already.", I whispered from behind. The man still stood there, looking in our direction. I hoped that he wouldn't see what we were doing in the dusky light. The idea of him watching us seemed to fuel Carmen's passion and I had no way then to keep going. She bit her knuckles hard as she reached her climax. Being watched, out there in the open and having the young woman in front of me writhing in a silent orgasm did it for me. We stood there for a few more minutes to catch our breaths and walked back to Riverwood. 

"You really gave me something to remember.", I said as we reached the inn and she departed home. "The pleasure was all mine, Merik.", she replied with a smile. I stood under the lantern as I watched her walk towards the shop with swaying hips. If I only didn't have to continue my travels tomorrow. I could have seen spend more time in this nice little village by the river.

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Travelling the roads of Skyrim

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著者について:

冒険者、探検者、そして色男、旅を重ねてタムリエルの各地方のガイドを記す、それがメリク・ミルウィンドだ。
この本の一部の内容は古くなっているが、メリクは亡霊の海を横断しようと試みて消息を絶っており、更新される予定はない。
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著者注: 一部の登場人物については差し障りがあるため仮名を用いている

美しくて客のもてなしが良いヘルゲンの小村落を後にして、私の旅路はリバーウッドへの下り道へと続いていた。
分かっていた通り、途中でいくつか名所を見るつもりだった。ヘルゲンで教えられた大守護石を見つけるのにそう長くはかからなかった。その三つはどれも大体同じように見えた。面白みも同様だ。
だからもしあなたがスカイリムの名所を見ようと思ったとしても、この石は飛ばす気になるかも知れない。これらは各地方に散らばっているが、私にはそれを見てまわる理由を見出せない。一つ見れば、あなたは全て見たようなものだ。
ただ一つ不思議なことは、なぜノルドはビンビンに屹立した塔にこだわっているのかだ。そうです、親愛なる読者よ、このシャレは狙いました! 

木立を抜けて、リバーウッドに影を投げかける彼方の山にちらりとブリーク・フォール墓地があるのを目にした。それだけで十分印象的だったが、私が小さな製材の村に入ってから再び見上げてみて初めてその本当の巨大さが分かった。見入ってしまう眺めだった。

リバーウッドの方はというと静かな町だ。主な収入は製材所と鍛冶屋からあるようだ。とはいえ多種多様な珍品や小物を売り物にしている小さな店もある。その名はあまりピンと来ない、単に「リバーウッド・トレーダー」と呼ばれていて、インペリアルの商人とその妹によって営まれていた。

町にたった一つの宿屋は「スリーピング・ジャイアント」という名がついている。適切な値段で食事と部屋を提供してくれるものの、客の扱いはその限りではない。宿屋の名前は多分バーテンダーのことを指しているんじゃないだろうか。

村を僅かな時間ぶらついただけで分かったが、ここで見た全てのことは目新しいものでもなかった。それで私は「リバーウッド・トレーダー」の品揃えを少し覗きに行くことに決めた。

最初に目についたのは店主の妹だった。二つ目はカウンターの上の奇妙な金の爪だった。売り物はあまり多くなく、ルシウスが言うには、彼は多くの商品を送り出したところで、その補充のための払い込みを待っているということだった。私が今まで見たことがなかった爪については彼はあまり話したがらないようだった。彼はどこで手に入れたかも何に使うものかも洩らさなかった。

それで私はブリーク・フォール墓地についての伝説や物語を尋ねてみた。彼はあまり詳しくなかったが、プリティーな妹のカルメンが話に入ってきて多少の背景を話し出した。
兄の目にいらだちが走ると、彼女は私を外に連れ出して小さな村のツアーガイドになってくれた。

ブリーク・フォールはかつては埋葬地として使われていたが、その風習はしばらく途切れている。理由の一つとしてホールや地下道をうろつくアンデッドの噂がある。彼女は私と腕を組んで本通りを歩き、ここリバーウッドに暮らす人々のあらゆるゴシップを話してくれた。

私たちは宿屋を通り過ぎて町の端にたどり着いた。 「ええと、もう案内するところがないわ」 彼女は言った。 「あなたのようにいろいろ旅をした人には物足りないわよね」 私は彼女に微笑んだ。 「まあ、少なくともリバーウッドで最も息をのむ美しさを見ることができたし、その女性としばらくの時間を過ごせたよ」 カルメンは赤くなり、クスクス笑いながら私の肩を軽く叩いた。 「本当にあなたは女を喜ばせるセリフが上手いわね。たまに言ってほしくなるの。ここの男性は口が上手じゃないから。まあ、スヴェンを除いてね。吟遊詩人のつもりになってるけど、もっと成長しないと」

この道を先に歩いていくとどこに続いているのかを彼女に尋ねると、彼女はホワイトランだと答えた。
「橋に案内するわ」 彼女は言って手を引いてくれた。太陽はすでに沈みかかっており、万が一にも彼女を安全から遠ざけることにならないか判断がつかなかったが、女性の望みを無下にする私ではなかった。

そうして橋に向かって歩いていくと突然彼女の指が私の指で遊びだした。"おっと"私は思った。"はてさて、この先本当に向かっているのはどこなのやら"

橋に着くと、彼女は石の欄干に身を乗り出した。 「こっちよ、ホワイトランがあるのは向こう」彼女はこちらにウィンクしながら言った。私が近づくと、彼女は私の後ろに回って背後から私の腕を取った。カルメンは私の手を使って彼方を指さし、私の耳元に口を寄せて言った。 「左の折れ曲がった道を行くとやがて下りになる。ホニングブリュー醸造所に着くわ。それで別の道と交わるところで、左に曲がればホワイトランはすぐよ」
彼女の手が私の手を持っていたずらっぽく肌を撫でる間に、私は彼女の身体が背中に押し付けられるのを感じていた。 「ホワイトランはリバーウッドよりもっと刺激的で、思い出になるものがもっと沢山あるんでしょうね」 カルメンは耳元で囁いた。
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振り返って彼女の瞳を見つめた。 「リバーウッドについてもっと教えて欲しいな。そうすれば自然とあなたのことが心に残るよ」 彼女の頬にほんのりと朱が差して、それから微笑みを見せた。彼女を後ろ向きに振り返らせると彼女は手すりに腕をもたれかけた。腰を彼女のお尻に少し押し付けるようにしながら彼女の手を取って製材所を指した。 「あの製材所と経歴について教えてよ」 彼女はオーナーの家系についてとどれほどの歴史があるかを詳しく話し出した。しかし正直、すぐに別のことに気を取られることが起こったのでほとんど思い出せない。
 
「彼らはほぼ一日中のこぎりを使うの。たまに私はそこに立ってのこぎりが動くのを見てるの、上、下、上、下ってずっと動き続けてるのよ」 彼女は上、下と言うのに合わせて尻を上下に揺すって丸太のような私のモノをこすり立ててきたのだ。
「あの水車も一日中グルグル回り続けるの」 とカルメンは言った。それに合わせてみっちり押し付けたヒップをグラインドさせながら。彼女の呼吸が興奮を帯びてきた。 「もちろん彼らは必ずチェックしないといけないの、切る材木が十分大きいかどうかをね」 そう言いながら、彼女の手が自分に押し付けられた丸太をまさぐってきた。 
もう我慢できなかった。彼女のドレスの後ろをまくり上げるとインペリアルは移住しても上等な下着を用いるということを実感した。彼女の手がせわしげに私のパンツを引き下ろし、私のほうは彼女の下着を引っ張って横にずらした。ゆっくりと彼女の中に挿入してから、私の丸太は今度は前後動するのこぎりの刃と化した。大きなストロークでリズミカルにのこぎり挽きを続けることに私はすぐに夢中になった。カルメンは悦びの喘ぎ声を洩らしながら欄干に突っ伏した。私は彼女の尻たぶが衝撃で振動するのを眺め下ろして楽しんだ。肉の交わりの高みにともに達しそうになったところで、川の向こう側から呼びかける声がした。
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「おおい、カルメン! あんたの兄貴が探してるぞ!」 それは恰幅のよい男だった。女は返事を返そうとしたものの、喘ぎまじりの声しか出せなかった。彼女はせき払いをしてから手を振って叫んだ。 「すぐ行くわ」 私は背後から 「もうイク、だよね」 と囁いた。さっきの男はまだこちらの方向を向いて立っていた。私は暗がりの中でしていることを悟られないよう願った。私がどうすることもできないままに、カルメンは男に見られているという意識で興奮に火が点いたようだ。彼女は自分の拳をきつく噛みながらクライマックスに達した。野外、見られながらのセックスで、後ろから貫かれた若い娘は声を出せないままオーガズムに身もだえした。私たちはしばらくの間そこで息を整え、リバーウッドの町なかに戻っていった。 

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Lorna's walk to Riften took her longer than she had thought. When she finally stumbled towards the gate, a guard stepped in her way. "Sorry, lass. This gate is closed for the night. You have to use the other one by the stables." the man said. The young woman felt sweat run down her back. She was not able to focus on the face, but she could swear she saw a wolfish grin. The other guard at the gate snorted when he tried to supress a laugh. Lorna took a deep breath to gather some strength. "Could you..", she started and was shocked by her hoarse voice. She hadn't had any water for so long now. All she had to drink was the cursed potion. And she avoided drinking from it for as long as she could. She coughed and cleared her throat. "Could you make an exception, please? I have been wandering for two days now, I really need some food and shelter." The guard looked at her and shook his head. "No way. I am not going to risk my job or anger the Black-Briars for a girl that doesn't seem to have any coin to pay for a meal and a bed anyway. Now get moving." He made a shooing gesture, turned around and walked back to the gate. Lorna stood there for a moment, realizing that she would get in through here. With her left hand she steadied herself on the city wall, while she followed it around Riften to the gate at the stable. 

When she arrived at the gate, she saw two more guards standing there. She stumbled out of the bushes and approached them. "Halt!" the right one shouted, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Who goes there?" "I am a tired wanderer, I have been robbed and need help." Lorna replied. "Step forward into the light." She did as she was told. By now she was sweating even more, even in the cool night breeze blowing over from the lake. When she stood in the circle of light provided by the torches, the man stepped forward, eyeing her. She realized that he could see most of her breasts in the torn rags. She had forgotten that she had torn the fabric apart to keep the fabric from rubbing against her nipples. The still felt sensitive and irritated. In a reflex, her hand moved up to pull the rags over her cleavage. "No, no, don't do that." the guard said, biting his upper lip. "The gate is closed for the night, but you could pay the night tax to get in." Lorna looked at the guard. She knew where this was going. Her knees started to buckle and the man moved forward. The woman held up her hand to stop him and pulled out the bottle from the pouch with the other hand. She pulled the cork from the potion with her teeth and took a small sip. With trembling fingers she managed to cork the bottle again and put it back. Then she carefully dropped the pouch and moved closer towards the guard. She felt a well known tingle between her legs, as her pussy started to contract in anticipation. "I don't have any money, as you clearly can see." she whispered. The guardsman winked at her with a grin, "I am sure we can come to an agreement." While he moved towards her, he started to unbuckle his sword belt. "Really?" a female voice came from the gate. "This again? By the Divines, you don't need to extort everyone seeking entry to the city do you?"
"Mind your own business!" the guard replied. 
His sword and belt fell to the ground. Two more steps and he stood before Lorna, starting to lift up his tabard. Lorna pushed the rope holding her pants up over her hips. The fabric tickled her legs as it slid down. With her left she started to fondle her breasts; her right went downwards and rubbed her pussy lips and clit. A moan escaped her lips. The guard couldn't believe his luck as he tucked the tabard under his chin and pulled out his cock. Lorna's show didn't fail, while watching her, he quickly became stiff. He put one hand on his cock, the other around her neck and pushed her down. "Give him a kiss." he whispered. Lorna, being on her knees, still one hand between her legs, parted her lips and pushed his member in. Her tongue caressed his tip before she sucked him in deep, sliding her tongue over his shaft. He pushed his pelvis forward to get as much in as possible. Drool dripped from her mouth as she tried to take it even deeper. His hands were around her head like a vice now and he started to pump in and out. Lorna had trouble breathing and the potion began to work on her. She grabbed around him and sunk her fingers into his butt cheeks. Then she leaned forward and let the cock slide deep into her throat. He let go of Lorna's head and groaned. She could taste his juice while her tongue wiggled around his shaft.
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Then the guard pulled his meat out, panting heavily. Her spit dripped from the length of the shaft. Grabbing the man's armor, she pulled herself up, slinging her left leg around him. Lorna grabbed his cock and slid it right into her wet cunt. His mouth was all over her breasts, sucking and licking every bit of skin he could reach. With his member firmly inside her, she slung her other leg around him as well, only being held up by her arms and his cock. He grabbed her ass, kneading her buttocks while pulling her up. Within seconds they both had the perfect rythm. Her boobs fell from the rags and jiggled before his face with every thrust. He arched back and rammed his pole into her one last time. She could feel the head swell before shots of hot cum filled her. She pushed down on his cock hard and then she exploded in an orgasm. She could barely hold on to his shoulders while her body quaked and shook. Her convulsing pussy massaged every drop out of his cock.
They both fell to their knees, panting. When he finally caught his breath, he wiped sweat from is brow and grinned. "You definetly have payed the night tax, lass. Let me unlock the gate for you." He stood up, grabbed his belt and slung it around him again. He walked over to the gate and unlocked it. 
Lorna got up from her knees. She could feel the mixture of her juices and his semen flow from her throbbing pussy. She swept over it with her hand and licked her fingers. Then she pulled up her raggy pants, covered her breasts and grabbed the pouch. While she walked towards the gate, the female guard looked at her with a wide grin and a wink. Only then did Lorna realize that the woman had one hand down her pants, rubbing herself to a climax while Lorna passed.
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Since she had no coin, her only option was to stay in the local bunk house. The owner, a woman named Haelga, was kind enough to let her sleep on a pile of hay in the basement without charge. Lorna even had the chance to clean herself up. As she was laying in the hay with an old blanket that had the musty cellar smell, she considered her options. She still had some hours left before she needed another sip. She was a bit afraid, the bottle was only a quarter full by now. Now she should get some sleep and try to find an alchemist in the morning. Maybe he could tell her about the potion and a cure. Or at least give her more, so she wouldn't die on her search to get rid of the need for it.

Her eyelids were heavy and she felt sleep embrace her. But before she dozed off, she heard a rythmic bumping from upstairs, muffled shrieks of joy inbetween. A man groaned and the thumps grew faster. Before Lorna knew it, her fingers went in and out of her yet again dripping wet pussy in the rythm of the bumps. When she heard Haelga moan with an oncoming orgasm, she bit her knuckles, curled up and came with a tiny howl. Then she fell asleep, her moist fingers raking through her pubic hair.
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ローナがリフテンに着くのには彼女の予想よりも長くかかった。ついに彼女が門によろめきつつたどり着いた時、衛兵が立ちはだかった。 「悪いが娘さん。この門は夜は閉じてるんだ。馬小屋の方の門を使ってくれ」 と男は言った。若い女は汗が背中を流れ落ちるのを感じた。She was not able to focus on the face, but she could swear she saw a wolfish grin. The other guard at the gate snorted when he tried to supress a laugh. Lorna took a deep breath to gather some strength. "Could you..", she started and was shocked by her hoarse voice. She hadn't had any water for so long now. All she had to drink was the cursed potion. And she avoided drinking from it for as long as she could. 彼女は咳払いをして通りをよくした。"Could you make an exception, please? I have been wandering for two days now, I really need some food and shelter." The guard looked at her and shook his head. "No way. I am not going to risk my job or anger the Black-Briars for a girl that doesn't seem to have any coin to pay for a meal and a bed anyway. Now get moving." He made a shooing gesture, turned around and walked back to the gate. Lorna stood there for a moment, realizing that she would get in through here. With her left hand she steadied herself on the city wall, while she followed it around Riften to the gate at the stable. 

彼女が門に着くと2人の衛兵が立っているのが見えた。彼女は茂みをよろめき出て近づいた。 「止まれ!」 右の者が剣の柄に手を置いて叫んだ。 「そこの、何者だ?」 「疲れ果てたさすらいの者です。強盗に襲われたのでどうか力になって」 とローナは返答した。 「明かりのもとに来い」 彼女は言われた通りにした。今ではもう彼女は湖からの涼しい夜風が吹く中にもかかわらず汗まみれになっていた。彼女が松明の光のスポットの中に立つと、その男がじろじろ見つめながら近づいた。彼女はこのズタズタのボロ服では自分の乳房の大部分を見られてしまうことにいまさら気が付いた。彼女は乳首に擦れる部分の布地を自分で引き裂いたことを忘れていた。未だに過敏になっていてイライラさせられていた。反射的に自分の手がボロ布を胸の谷間に引き上げていた。 「駄目駄目、そうしちゃいかん」 衛兵は上唇を舐めつつ言った。 「この門は夜は閉じてるんだ。だが…夜間通行税を払うなら通ってもいいぞ」 ローナは衛兵を見つめた。どういうことになるか察しがついていた。彼女がへなへなとしゃがみ込み、それを見た男は前に出た。彼女は手を上げて男を留めるとポーチからビンを取り出した。コルク栓を歯で抜いて薬をほんの一口飲んだ。震える指で栓を持つと再びそれをはめてビンをしまった。それから彼女は注意深くポーチを置くと衛兵のすぐ近くまで近づいた。彼女の蜜壺が先ほどからヒクヒクと収縮を始めたことで予期していたが、彼女は太ももの付け根に良く知っている疼きを感じていた。 「十分なお金を持っていませんの、見てお分かりの通り」 彼女は囁いた。衛兵はニヤリと笑うとウィンクした。 「お互い納得できる方法がありそうだな」 彼は彼女に近づきながら、剣を佩いたベルトを外し始めた。 「本気なの?」 門の所の女が言った。 「またそれ? 神々にかけて、町に入ろうと企む誰にも彼にも強要することはないんじゃない?」
「お前に関係あるか!」 衛兵は返した。
彼の剣とベルトは地に落ちた。もう2歩進んでローナの前に立つと、着ていた上衣を脱ぎ出した。ローナはヒップの上でパンツを留めていた紐を引っ張った。布地が彼女の両脚を滑り落ちる感覚がくすぐったかった。彼女の左手が乳房を揉み始め、右手が下がって媚唇とクリトリスをこすった。いやらしい声が唇からもれた。衛兵は上衣をあごの下から抜く間に起きたこの素晴らしい眺めに目を疑ったが自分のペニスを取り出した。ローナのショーは狙い通り、それを見ている間に彼はすぐさま固く勃起した。彼は片手でペニスを持ち、もう一方を彼女の首のあたりに伸ばしてしゃがませた。 「こいつにキスしてくれよ」 と彼は囁いた。片手をずっと股間にやりながらひざまずいたローナは唇をパックリ開くと男性器を咥えた。深く咥え込む前に舌が彼の先端を愛撫して、そしてそれは彼の幹にも滑った。彼は腰をできる限り突き出した。それを深く呑み込もうとする彼女の口から涎がしたたった。いまや彼の両手が彼女の頭をがっちりと押さえつけペニスを突き入れては引き抜いていた。息が苦しくなるのと同時にローナに薬が作用し始めていた。彼女は彼の腰の回りをつかんで尻たぶに爪を突き立てた。そして前に身を乗り出して喉深くまでペニスを滑り込ませた。彼女は幹の回りに舌をくねらせてペニスから垂れ出す汁を味わった。
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それから衛兵は激しく喘ぎながら肉棒を引き抜いた。幹の全部が彼女の涎にまみれていた。男の鎧をつかんで彼女は身を起こすと、左脚を彼に絡み付けた。ローナは彼のペニスをつかむと濡れた蜜壺の中に沈めた。彼の口が女の乳房に目いっぱいかぶりつき、届く限りその両方に同じくらい吸い付いて舐め回した。彼のペニスがしっかりと挿入されるのにつれ、彼女はもう一方の脚も男の身体に回し、女の身体は両腕と男のペニスによってのみ持ち上げらた。彼は女の尻をつかみ、揉みながら上に引き上げた。すぐさま2人はぴったりとリズムを合わせた。彼女の巨乳がボロの上からこぼれ出てピストンするごとに男の眼前でゆさゆさ揺れた。彼はのけぞりつつ彼女の奥にとどめの一撃を叩きこんだ。亀頭がふくれ上がるのを彼女が感じた直後、熱いザーメンがほとばしって膣内が満たされた。蜜壺が彼のペニスを押し下げるように締め、彼女はオーガズムの爆発に呑み込まれた。彼女は身体が絶頂に揺られ震えている中、かろうじて男の肩にしがみついていた。わななく蜜壺がペニスが抜けるまでずっとそれをしごき上げていた。
2人とも両膝を突き、喘いでいた。やっと彼は息をつき、額の汗をぬぐってニヤリと笑った。 「確かに夜間通行税を払ってもらったよ、姐ちゃん」 彼は立ち上がりベルトを拾うと再び腰に巻いた。そして門の前まで行って鍵を外した。
ローナは膝を浮かせ立ち上がった。脈打つ蜜壺から愛液と精液がまじり合ってあふれ出るのを感じていた。彼女は指でそれをすくい取ると舌に運んで舐め回した。それから彼女はボロボロのパンツを穿き、上半身もなんとかボロ布でおおうとポーチを拾い上げた。門に向って歩いていくと、女の衛兵が歯を見せて笑いかけウィンクした。彼女が片手を自らの下着の中に潜りこませて、ローナが通り過ぎる間にもクライマックスに向けて慰めていることにやっと気が付いた。
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金に困っている彼女のただ一つの選択肢は地元の宿舎に泊まることだった。そのオーナー、ヘルガという名の女性は、払いなしで地下の干し草の山で眠らせてくれるほどに親切だった。ローナは自分の身を綺麗にする時間を得ることができた。カビ臭い地下室で干し草と古い毛布に包まれながら、彼女は今後のことを考えた。彼女がまた服用を必要とするまで数時間を残していた。今やビンの中身は四分の一ほどしかなく、彼女は少し恐ろしかった。少し眠ってから朝のうちに錬金術師を探してみなくては。おそらくその彼が薬と治療のことについて教えてくれるということだろう。でなければ少なくとも他の、それを除去するのに必要なものを探して彼女は死を免れたかった。

まぶたは重く、彼女は眠りに包まれていった。だが眠りにつく前に、階段の向こうからリズミカルな律動の音と、とぎれとぎれの押し殺した悦楽の甲高い声を聞いた。男のうめき声とともに律動が次第にせわしくなった。ローナは知らないうちに、その律動のリズムに合わせて濡れて蜜を垂らす秘所に指を出し入れしていた。オーガズムに押し上げられるヘルガの喘ぎ声を聞きながら、ローナはこぶしを噛み、小さな吠え声を上げながら背を丸めてイッた。彼女が眠りについた時、彼女の濡れた指が彼女の茂みに分け入っていた。
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Watch out for 
"Lorna the Bard Book IV"  
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