Far From Warmer Sands [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

For his part, Bakhum seems content enough to wick away the moisture that still clings to his coat. One might be forgiven for assuming his actions to be innocuous, given the disinterested pose he assumes while running the length of fabric across the heavy musculature of his stomach. But even from the river bank, you can see the smallest hint of mischief glinting in his sharp eyes. The way he drags the towel across his body only helps to highlight the mass, the power beneath his hide. It draws your eye to every hard line along his torso, making you almost hungry for the opportunity to replace his towel with your mouth, lapping away the droplets of cold, crisp water with the warmth of your tongue as it dripped lower and lower...

Zafira's gasp brings you back to reality, the Redguard having found her courage enough to wade into the shallows of the river. Her whole body seems to shiver as she grows accustomed to its icy feel, and it's only after a moment or two of acclimation that she manages to reach down and scoop up some of it to splash against her cum stained breasts.

"Haahh! What a way to start a day!" She exclaims as the water dribbles down her heavy bust, her dark nipples growing stiff and perky all the while, "I've been spoiled by warm baths at the Mare. Goodness, it's been years since I bathed outdoors!"

As she kneels to better splash and rubs herself clean in the flow of the water, Zafira keeps on talking, although, to your comfort, it seems to be for the same reason you hurried so swiftly into the river: the Redguard refuses to turn and look at the shore where Bakhum stands in all his nude glory, perhaps to keep the worst of her urges at bay.

"So, what's on the agenda for you lot today? I can't say I've ever spent much time around a Khajit caravan. Is the business particularly good?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya joins Zafira in washing up in the river, managing to pull her mind away from the entrancing vision of Bakhum's form and the many thoughts it evoked from deep within her in order to focus on cleaning up. The cold waters send a chill through her body, making her shiver, but does wonders for washing her lover's thick seed from out of her fur. As she cleaned herself for the day's business to come, her fur - damp and wet with the cold water of the river - clung to the curves of her form as she ran her hands across her body, making sure that even the cervices of her cleavage and rear with clean of Bakhum's seed. No doubt such provocative motions, combined with Zafira's own similar performance beside her, was giving Bakhum much to enjoy.

"This... depends greatly on the day and place. Often times people are suspicious of Khajiit Caravans and will not trade. Some may even drive us off with hostility. However travellers regularly make use of the opportunity to restock their supplies or exchange wares gathered on the road. And even near less welcoming settlements, there are always a curious few who may come to see what the strangers from afar have to offer. Whiterun seems on the more welcoming side, even if they do not let us conduct business within the city. It helps that one of our number has connections here. Connections this one hopes she enjoyed reuniting with the night prior."

Kharaya began to sit by the rivers bank, focusing on washing out her hair and ringing the long locks so that she did not drag half the river back with her atop her head. "Speaking of last night, Kharaya has been inspired by its events. This Honningbrew Mead is a local delicacy, yes? This one has gathered the people of Whiterun are quite proud of it. Kharaya hopes to reach a deal with the local brewery about helping distribution to other Holds. Given current times, travel in this land can be quite difficult. Kharaya would not be surprised if such arrangements have become difficult to secure. As this one is managing a complete circuit around Skyrim anyway the arrangement seems mutually beneficial, although she will have to see how her offer is received. At the very least, Kharaya suspects the whole caravan will enjoy having more of this honeyed mead in stock."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

While she gently scrubs the remains of your night of passion from her body, Zafira listens intently as you describe both your woes and your hopes for the future. It seems the smoothness of her holds the advantage in matters of quick cleaning, with Bakhum's cum far more willing to part from its soft surface than your velvety fur. That doesn't seem to stop her from taking her time in wicking away the sticky mess she was so pleasantly annoited with, of course. In particular, she seems to take special joy in allowing the water to run down along the curve of her chest, trickling across her taut body as it trailed in rivets between her legs, drawing the eye of any particularly vigilant bodyguard who might have been watching.

"That's the way of it here. The Nords are a slow sort to trust, and I fear the war has only made them more insular. I know your business will likely take you all over Skyrim but do be mindful of the more conservative holds. The Stormcloaks are not nearly as tolerant as Whiterun's Jarl."

Deciding to settle down beside you at the bank of the river and taking delicate care to wash her womanly parts of the seed, she offers you as reassuring a smile as possible, given the circumstances, although it is somewhat hindered by the occasional gasp to be had as she spreads her tender folds.

"Ah... It's good you're making connections, though. I've heard tell of foreign caravans forming contracts with more established merchants. Perhaps the Battle-Born might be amenable to acting as your patrons? Both their sons spent the night enjoying the... hospitality, of your caravan. Surely they'd be willing to, ah, repay the favor in kind?"

When you bring up the Honningbrew Meadery, her face scrunches somewhat. Given the excellent quality of the mead and how readily she offered to sell it to you the night prior, you doubt such an expression is the result of her opinion of the brew. Something she confirms as much as she continues.

"Honningbrew Mead is the pride of Whiterun... and the man who makes it is an utter toad. An excellent brewmaster, mind you, but a toad all the same. The Mare has a contract with the meadery to ensure the drink keeps flowing. Every time the contract comes up, though ol' Rundi makes it very clear that the owner could get certain... advantages, if she were willing to indulge his desires. The last time she had to negotiate with him, he had the gall to offer a flat 20% off the monthly expense if she'd rent me out to him for the length of the contract."

She shudders at the thought.

"They'll welcome me into Sovngarde before I allow that man to lay his fat fingers on me like some bed-slave.... Not that there's anything wrong with bed-slaves, that is! Or, rather, being a bed-slave..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Then it is good Kharaya begins here rather than in more hostile cities. Some experience to help prepare her for more difficult enterprises to come." Kharaya says, scrubbing from her tits with a very thorough and firm pawing. A motion which may pull, squeeze and press her tits together repeatedly for purely cleaning purposes and not at all because she had chosen to join Zafira in teasing the eyes of anyone in particular nearby.

"This one will speak to Ranabi about that once she returns. She knows the Battle-Born the best and may have ideas on how to approach them with such an offer. Besides, Kharaya likes to see Ranabi happy, and is eager to arrange future meetings that can entertain her as much as the last one did." Kharaya's eyes look down between Zafira's legs as she begins to clean out the more deep deposits of Bakhum's overflowing seed. She finds herself licking her lips and moves onto all fours beside Zafira.

"Allow this one to help with Zafira's cleaning. Khajiit have talents for grooming that others lack. Our use of our tongue can be... very effective." she purrs as she slips between Zafira's legs slowly and gently. She lowers herself down, sniffing at the still present musk of Bakhum that drifted out from between the redguard's thighs, her own hips swaying by themselves as his pheromones trigger her body's natural response to his presence. A deep, burning wetness. She runs her tongue across Zafira's folds, purring at the taste. The vibrations are pressed right against her clit before she moves her muzzle closer, kissing Zafira's pussy, looking up at her with lidded eyes as she continues talking.

"Kharaya appreciates the words of warning." she says, taking a break after her initial tastes. "This one has no intention of becoming anyone's bed slave again, though knowing what the other party wants always helps strengthen a merchant's position. If this man proves too unreasonable, Kharaya can look for opportunities elsewhere. But she has already worked long enough as a bed-slave for many others before now. Kharaya can stomach crude words from ill-mannered men well enough." she lowers her head once more, returning to Zafira's folds with more vigour, pressing her tongue between them to clean out licks of Bakhum's seed.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

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