Far From Warmer Sands [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bakhum all but growls when you make mention of the other men, just a little possessive despite himself. But he comes to calm when you return to his side with mead to share. The bottle looks practically puny, when held in his giant bear-paw of a hand, but he holds it with great care as his eye inspects it. Even greater care is used as he pulls the cork from the bottom's mouth, and brings it up for a few appraising sniffs. By then, though, you've already worked your way into his lap, the smell of sweat and alcohol and other, more provoking things beside filling his nose. You can feel the heat coming off his body as you nuzzle into him, in every spot not covered by heavy steel plates. The promise that you might become ever more welcoming with the drink seems to encourage him to sip from his own bottle, and he gives an approving rumble at the taste.

"I, oh, well, it's a little embarrassing," Zafira admits, although seeing how intimate you and Bakhum have already gotten must provoke something in her, as she fiddles with them hem of her dress and eyes the powerful warrior up and down. With an unsteady breath, she rises, and walks the brief way over to you both, settling herself on Bakhum's other knee. She all but gasps when he loops one of his huge arms around her and pulls her a little closer, but it's followed by a nervous giggle, especially once she sees he's done the same for you, albeit with just a bit more familiarity, one of his big hands coming to rest on your thigh.

"Quite a bold one, aren't you? But, I suppose you've got a lot to be confident in," The Redguard bites her lip again, trying to find where to place her hands before deciding they're best used uncorking the bottle in them. She takes a deep, long drink to steady herself, before continuing, "R-Right. Stories. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the most... experienced lover, but I've known a few men in my time..."

She recounts a few of her more bawdy encounters over the years, with ample help from the Honningbrew, which she drinks liberally from to find her courage. You learn much about Zafira over the course of her tales, both of the woman herself, and her preferences in regards to lovers. She's fooled around with a fair number of Whiterun's men, mostly the young, untested sort without wives to call their own. She draws a line at married men, she insists at one point, having seen how incensed Nordic women tend to handle their disputes. She grew up in Hammerfell, though she was only just a girl during the war with the Aldmeri. Her first lover was an orcish boy from a nearby hold, with 'balls the size of oranges', to hear it told. She blamed him for her preference in regards to, as she put it, 'virile men'. Before coming to Skyrim, she spent a few years as an adventurer, falling in and out with different bands of warriors and trying to make her fortune on the road.

As she continues to drink, she gets all the bolder, and as she does, you can practically feel your lover growing more and more fiery, shifting more than once under the weight of the two fine women in his arms.

"I... I don't talk about it too much, but when I was still in Hammerfell, I ended up spending a few months with these three Alik'r lads. They were good men, let me travel with them, never got too untoward with me... But, they were men. Three men, camping out in the mountains, with a single woman between them all. I could tell they all wanted me," She says between swigs from her latest bottle, "And... I wanted them too. It's lonely on the road, y'know? Men aren't the only ones with needs... But how could I pick? Which one of them got to be the lucky guy?"

There's a dirty little grin on her face as she continues.

"I've already told you I've got certain... preferences. So there was only one way. I'd gotten this little set of scales at a market, so I could measure out my spices when it was time to cook. They're 'spensive for a sellsword, y'know? So I figured I'd have a lil' fun with it..." She takes another, deeper swig before continuing, blinking just a little to try and steady her vision, which undoubtedly grew fuzzier from the sweet liquor flowing through her veins.

"I told them one night... that I wanted a little company. But there'd be a contest, to see who got to join me. Now, they're good, proper Redguard. They wanted to duel for the right. But, I wasn't looking for a man who could swing a sword. I was looking for a man who could fill me up."

She whispers the last part towards Bakhum in particular, having grown all the more comfortable leaning into his chest as the mead worked its magic.

"So I pulled out a little pewter dish I had, and invited them back one by one. Told them to lay back and let me see just how much of a man each of them was. Pulled their breeches down, already stiff from the promise. Took off my top... Divines, how they leered. And one by one, I stroked them, nice and slow to be fair. I wanted to build it up. Wanted them to... to really want it. When the time came, I let them empty their balls right into the dish. Nice, big, fat ropes. They tried not to make too much noise, but I knew for a fact it'd been weeks for them. You haven't lived 'til you've made a big, fierce, bearded Redguard whimper like a farm boy with just your hand."

She all but licks her lips at the memory, arousal so clear on her that you can see her nipples poking through he waitress' dress even by the light of the fire.

"Once I'd milked them dry, I weighed the dish. I wanted to see just who needed me the most. When I found a winner, I told him to meet me in my tent that night. And I made a real show of it. Screaming, bucking, raking at his back. I wanted the others to hear. I wanted them to want it. When morning came, I explained my little game to them; whoever came the most at the end of the week got to have me for a whole night."

She giggles just a little bit, but she continues still, caught up in her own tale as much as Bakhum or you could be.

"That put stroking themselves off right out the window. At least, to completion. None of them wanted to come up short at the end of the week. But if they saved it all, didn't get any relief for the whole week, and still couldn't win? They'd have done it all for nothing, and be forced to decide whether they'd try and get a head start that night for the week to follow, or relieve themselves to the sound of me getting absolutely wrecked by the winner. That made the sex all the better, if I'm honest. I might have some Daedra in me after all...."

Zafira stretches just a tad, although you get the idea it's less because she's grown stiff, and more because she wants an excuse to cuddle in a little closer to Bakhum, who finds himself conflicted by the tale; though he tries to maintain the stoic demeanor you know him for, his tail thwacks the dirt behind you with agitation, and you can feel the outline of his member creeping so far along his thigh that it had long since begun to throb against you.

"It was real fun. Toward the end of our time together, they'd spend all week edging, trying to build the biggest, heaviest nut. So much so, that I'd only need to tease one of them with a few fingers before he was filling the dish, each and every time. I made sure to be real good to him when he finally got his chance," There's a fondness in her eyes, as much as there is hunger, as she comes to bring the story to a close. "Eventually, though, I had to be on my way... that last night, I had them all at once. Didn't want there to be any hard feelings. I still think of them fondly, even to this day. I hope they feel the same way. Although, I do hope they learned look at a set of scales without getting hard, after I was gone."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As Zafira's tells her story, Kharaya finds herself deep in her mead once more, as well as the words the dark skinned beauty before her weaved. She leaned closer to Zafira, not that there was much distance between the two of them, sharing Bakhum's lap as they were, as if proximity to her words would make them all the more arousing. In a way, being closer to see the details of Zafira's lips, and how her own body reacted to recalling this tale going by how her nipples stood firm enough to be seen beneath her barmaid's dress, actually did work to enhance the experience. Though better still was Bakhum's most prominent sign of arousal that made itself known to Kharaya by pressing against her from below. With a cheeky grin, she slipped her hand down along Bakhum's thigh, so as to trace the bulge where his growing cock crept, gently rubbing his thick member through his clothes.

"If being filled up is what you need, this one knows just the man for the job." Kharaya says, grinning up at Bakhum. "Kharaya believes you will be quite impressed. This one suspects he'll outdo even your Alik'r friends without any need for being pent up. Kharaya has had many experiences during her previous line of work, though none have ever matched Bakhum for potency."

She leans her head up and plants a kiss on Bakhum's cheek. "Enjoying the mead?" Kharaya asks. She noted he seemed to enjoy it earlier, but she liked checking in with him to make sure he was happy.

Returning her attention to Zafira, Kharaya shares with her some of her own tales. Explaining her previous line of work as a dancer and more. She spoke of how her path changed once Yahzin purchased her for himself and her talents were used for more than just pleasure. Oh, she was still used for that, certainly. That was how she met Bakhum, after all, and learned first hand just how virile and potent a lover he could be. But she also found her talents could be used to help seal deals or entice potential customers to stay and browse for longer and spend more, as if to somehow show off and impress her. Kharaya expressed that while she was no longer a dancer, those skills were deeply ingrained as a part of her. "This one could give you a performance if you would like, though she is perhaps a little too deep in her cups right now to do it well. Though she supposes you will be seeing Kharaya in a different kind of performance soon enough anyway." Kharaya giggles a little more at that, looking Zafira up and down some more. Her hand on Bakhum's cock moves a little faster now, eager to keep him aroused and ready to take them at a moment's notice.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The rumble Bakhum releases is one of many tones. Contentment, yes, as what hot-blooded male could not be content with two sensual beauties in his lap, regaling him with tales of their sexual exploits and filling his mind with such erotic sights and sounds. But there was also a hunger, deep and primal. You knew him to be a sexually powerful man, so full of vigor some times that it grew painful to hold in. The nights where his passions reached a fever peak, when he all but tore you out of your clothes when he found you waiting in his tent, and rutted you into the silk of his sheets like a beast possessed... they were also the nights when he was sweetest afterwards. When the red fog of carnal hunger cleared from his mind, and his balls were no longer burdened by his rich, virile seed, he showed himself to be the strong, comforting man that managed to make your heart beat fast and your thighs grow slick even years out from your time as a concubine.

The way his rumbling growl sounded? It certainly sounded like one of those nights was fast upon you. Even through the thick, rugged hide of his pants, you could feel his member throbbing to life, if not from Zafira's sensuous tone, then by the gentle ministrations of your hand atop it.

"This one is... pleased, with the Honningbrew," He manages in his thickly accented Tamrielic, although you can tell it isn't just the taste of the fine honeyed wine that has him a little lost in the moment.

Your teasing only adds to his need. As you recount your time as a dancer, and courtesan, Zafira seems rather enthralled with your adventures. Though she put on a facade of modesty when you first met, you can tell the Redguard is something of a kindred spirit. Rather than judge you for the many men you took to your bed over the years, and pleasure you brought to them with your skills, she seems all the more impressed by it. Even if she wasn't, Bakhum certainly is: his cock feels near enough ready to burst the seams of his pants by the time you finish up and offer a performance of sorts. The eyes of your newest companion certainly don't miss that, her smoky gaze falling lower still as she watches you stroke him through his pants.

"Divines... you weren't kidding when you said he'd... he'd fill me up," It's hard to tell whether the alcohol or the arousal causes her speech to slur just a little, but she certainly seems intrigued with whatever performance you mean to put on. Her hand reaches over to join your own, feeling the powerful length beneath throbbing with the motion.

"If you don't mind... why don't we both put on a show? This big guy seems like he needs a little more than a couple hands to be satisfied..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya lets out a soft giggle that sinks into a rumbling purr as Zafira notices the length of thick Pahmar-raht fuck meat this one stroked to a healthy fullness from within Bakhum's clothing. "There is no need to embelish when it comes to Bakhum's... capacity as a lover. You will find this just as true for his ferocity." Kharaya playfully reaches up to scratch Bakhum under the chin at this comment, before planting a quick kiss upon his cheek. She purrs once more at Zafira's suggestion, meeting the redguard's gaze with eager agreement. She lets the moment linger, giving the both of them time to enjoy running their hands up and down Bakhum's length, feeling the powerful pulses of his cock from even beneath the fabric that kept to keep his straining length from smacking the both of them in the thigh.

"This one thinks a show might push Bakhum far enough to take Zafira and Kharaya right away. He may not even let us reach the tent before claiming us." Kharaya lets out a cut hiccup, a piece of cleavage bouncing evidence of the intoxication she and now the others were under as she spoke. "If that does not concern you, then this one sees no reason not to give him a show together. Something to ensure the fire within rages hot before we put our hands to proper use, yes?"

Kharaya leans forward, closing the gap with Zafira ever so intimately as the two of them continued to stroke Bakhum's cock, teasing his body as much as they were their own imaginations. She drew her face towards the barmaid's, slowly to make evident to all parties involved what was about to happen. Her lips parted as they reached Zafira's own, and she halted before they connected, drawing in a slow breath that helped build the anticipation of the moment, before closing that last minute gap and kissing Zafira deeply. Her tongue rolled into her new friend's mouth and she let out a purring moan, one hand sliding around Zafira's back and resting against her nape. Kharaya opened one eye during the height of the kiss, glancing to her side to meet Bakhum's gaze and see how her protector was reacting to the start of their performance.

Once the kiss breaks, Kharaya's hands take Zafira's own and she helps her stand up from Bakhum's lap and holds her close. "How is Zafira with dancing?" she asks, gently brushing at the straps of her serving girl dress, showing off more of the smooth dark skin of her shoulders. "She need not move much. All that is needed is that you undress Kharaya, while this one does the same to you... the rest will come naturally."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

While the fire dies down to its merest embers, your sharp eyes can make out every sweet detail on Zafira's face as you lean in close. The nervousness at first, clashing with desire as she wondered whether she truly meant to go so far with someone she had known for so little time. The answer comes when she nearly lurches forward to claim your kiss, her mouth parted as you share a few tender breaths. When you finally lean in to claim her soft, warm lips with your own, she is eager to return your efforts, her free hand looping around to rest on the swell of your hip and stroke it delicately. It's a passionate thing, messy and needy besides, and your sly little look to the side proves it to be appreciated. You knew him well enough to tell he was fighting his most bestial of instincts, to claim the two exotic beauties in his lap and find relief from the pressure building in his loins. But his self discipline of impeccable. He made no overt moves to take you both just yet, instead content to feast his eyes on the wonders before him. He only needed wait a little longer to find sweet relief, after all, and you so did intend on repaying him for being patient.

While the mead makes your companion's footing a little uneasy, she finds comfort in your embrace. The softest of giggles leaves her lips when you inquire as to her skill with dancing.

"I haven't danced since I was a girl... but I'll try not to disappoint you."

An effort she manages quite well. While the graceful sway of dance might evade her in her inebriated state, the shedding of clothing is well within her abilities. You can see the goose pimples forming across the pretty mahogany skin, her dress rolling down her shoulders and chest alike with your fingers coaxing them on. Her bust, heavy as it is, threatened to spill out into the open, the way her nipples manage to peak through the thin fabric proving she had little beneath it for modesty. Her hands find their way to your hips at first, but travel, stroking sweetly as they run up the length of your back. Her fingers are deft with their work, undoing the lace that keeps your own dress held fast to your dancer's body. As she works tie after tie loose, you can feel the fabric binding your chest taut beginning to loosen, and she slips your garment down just enough to tease the reveal of your bountiful breasts.

She stops just shy, though, allowing the hem to just barely conceal the pink of your areola, a detail most certainly not lost on Bakhum, whose night vision is just as keen as your own. As she molds her body against your own, Zafira all but purrs in delight, your combined cleavage mashing together with the motion of your dance.

"Mhhmmm... I love the feeling of your fur. Is it so soft everywhere?..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As Kharaya rolled her hips and swayed around Zafira, their arms toying with each other's clothes as their bodies showed off their curves, she got a good look at her dance partner's body, enjoying what was being revealed piece by piece. With their dance lit by the simmering embers behind them, it was a good fortune Bakhum had the keen night eye of the Khajiit to also enjoy the finer details of their visage being revealed within the faint glowing outline the dwindling campfire projected around their bodies. Kharaya bit her lip as she found her bust pressed against Zafira's. She rocked her body in a slow, methodical wave motion, giving a thrust of her hips back against an invisible cock grinding against her from behind. With her dress hem pulled up to show off her soft thighs, she kept her arms raised above her head as she danced. The motions shifted the now loosened clothing upon her more and more, until - even as she pressed her chest against Zafira's, her dress dropped enough for her tits to swing freely in the face. She mashed them against the heavy pair in front of her while she answered Zafira's question.

"Kharaya has been told she is remarkably soft, even for a Khajiit." she says, her tail swishing around to caress Zafira's thigh as she spoke. "Though she invites you to test that out yourself, in as much detail as is needed to satisfy you." She slides her legs forward, sliding them against her partner's as the hem of their dresses were lifted and pressed together by the motion until it was almost like they were sharing one dress. Her own cum stained pantied ground against Zafira's own before she pulled away and turned so she stood behind Zafira and had her face Bakhum as they danced. She ran her hands along Zafira's curves before shaking at her top, forcing her chest to bounce once, twice, three times and then spring free from their loosened confines. Kharaya's hands are quick to cover them up however, giving them a teasing squeeze as her palms kept the nipples from Bakhum's view for a few moments longer, before slowly pulling away and letting him see Zafira's chest swaying in all its glory.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You can see by the flicker in her eye that for whatever misgivings she might have had earlier, Zafira is more than ready to feel the softness that every part of your svelte form has to offer. The two of you dance for a time, grinding your bodies against one another until you decide to give a show to your loyal protector. The Redguard offers no resistance as you slip behind her, rolling her body back against you as you toy with the folds of her dress. Valiant though it was, a few dedicated tugs manage to bring the edge of her dress tumbling down, her heavy breasts bouncing free into your hands. They're quite shapely, two big, heavy teardrops that seem just perky enough to withstand their own weight. She gasps softly as her nipples, erect as they could possibly be, find themselves pressed into the velvety fur of your palms. She arches her back, pressing them further into your hands in the same motion that she grinds the swell of her rear into your crotch. When you decide to reveal them in all their glory to Bakhum, she giggles.

"Well, what do you think, big guy? Most men can't fit them all into their hands, but I don't think that'll be a problem with you..." Her purrs are deep and sultry, the heat of the moment clearly getting to her just as much as it did you. She leans forward such that they can dangle before him, cupping them for his pleasure, though it also allows her to continue to grind herself against you, her ass just as bountiful as her chest.

"Bakhum has desired few smooth skins as much as this one desires Zafira," Your lover can hardly contain the desire in his voice, a deep, thunder-like rumbling accompanying his words, "This one's desires overflow. Forgive Bakhum for this."

His heavy hands fall to his waist, and you can't help but notice how Zafira's motions seem to stifle for a few moments of anticipation as he undoes the bulky fastening of his belt. When he pulls it apart, his member shifts mightily from within the confines of his breeches. As he shuffles the tough hide of his pants down, it suddenly springs forward, standing so tall as to nearly slap against the metal of his breastplate. A mighty rope of pre-cum hangs from its tip, the head of his gargantuan maleness weeping heavy, manly dollops that drop into the soil below with an audible slap. You can only imagine the amount is equal to that of some lesser men's loads, and the smell it brings? His heady scent hits you even from behind the Redguard, bringing a familiar heat to your loins despite the cum already filling them.

"By the Eight... It's... Wow," Zafira is, understandably, dumbfounded. You cannot imagine most women of any race could boast sharing their bed with a lover so well-endowed as your Bakhum, and it fills you with a sense of pride, knowing you are perhaps the only one to have mastered such a monstrous length, "It felt big but... Divines, how am I to handle that?"

Lost in her amazement, Zafira nearly forgets you. Nearly. But as she straightens, it becomes amply clear that she hasn't, leaning back such that she can rest her head back against you, cupping your cheek and allowing you to see the intimidating maleness from her shoulder.

"Or... I should say, how are we to handle that?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

As wet as the dance, and all that had proceeded it, had left Kharaya, there was nothing quite like that first waft of Bakhum's musk once his cock was laid bare to the open air. Thick and potent, especially with his near creamy pre dropping onto the ground below, as soon as his scent hit Kharaya's nose, her thighs started to find themselves drenched from a trickling of need spreading out from beneath her panties. It was almost like there was an effort from her body to wash out the cum left by her previous lovers with her fluids to make room for Bakhum's seed. A waft of Bakhum's pheromones had always been enough to bring Kharaya into a near heat like state. As much as he had let them build up within the confines of his breeches, this one felt her head grow fuzzy with need as she leaned in close over Zafira's shoulder, the slits of her eyes narrowing in as she felt her mouth water.

Kharya purrs in time with Zafira's question, feeling the redguard's hand on her cheek as she leaned back against her. Kharaya slid a hand around Zafira's waist to hold close to her in kind, her breasts pressing into the tavern girl's back. Kharya's other hand hooked under her dress and pulled lower her panties until they fell to the ground beneath her, followed shortly after by a dripping of nordic cream released from her folds. She then took this hand to Zafira's hips and guided her a step further towards Bakhum as they stayed pressed together.

"Handle it... we do not." Kharaya purred her explenation into Zafira's ears. "Instead... we worship it... we give ourselves to it... and we let it break us." Still with both of their dresses currently dangling around their waists, Kharaya guided her dancing partner to her knees, leaving them both positioned before Bakhum, his mighty rod arisen above their faces. Kharaya looks up in awe and gently places one of her hands around the base of his cock - far too thick for one hand alone to get a proper grip. She catches a falling dollop of pre wit her tongue and offers it to Zafira so they may share his taste together, before getting to work on the cock before them.

Kharaya would take to Bakhum's balls first, getting a good, strong whiff of his musk in the process as she buried her muzzle against his hefty sack. One hand ran along the shaft looming above her, while the other found Zafira's hand beside her and gripped it. She let Zafira decide if she wanted to follow Kharaya's lead, both their tongues worshiping a ball each, or if she instead wanted to taste of Bakhum's cock first, and run her tongue along his shaft above while Kharaya tended to him below.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Zafira offers little resistance when you purr into her ear, thoroughly enraptured by the sight of the powerful manhood only a few strides away. You can see her eyes lid heavily as the two of you pace towards Bakhum, her lips wet with anticipation for what is to come. You don't even need to slip your hands down to know the lips of her sex are undoubtedly as wet, if not all the wetter.

"Dibella's blessing... I don't think I've ever wanted something so bad."

The two of you end up on your knees before your hulking lover, his huge shaft towering over your faces in all its imposing glory. Were it daytime, you're sure the shadow it would cast would all but blot out the sun. Its scent is heavy in the air even before you wrap your fingers around its impossibly wide base. The sensation must please him; no sooner than your stroke your digits around it does another mighty dollop of pre-cum drop down, caught by your eager tongue. Despite being a mere precursor to his proper release, it's thick and musky, and when you make to share it with Zafira, you find the dusky beauty all but melting into your passionate exchange, her tongue lapping at your own such that she could better enjoy the rich, masculine flavor of Bakhum's seed. A small sample of what was to come for the both of you.

The kiss breaks with a long strand of cum-tinted saliva, and when you bury your face into his hefty sack, you're treated to the full brunt of his musk. It's so incredibly... primal! The Khajiit were sometimes compared to beasts by the Men and Mer of Tamriel, an insult in most all cases. Would that they could feel the bestial hunger that came with savoring your dear Bakhum, they would realize just how envious they ought to be of your wild nature. Even a mere whiff of his manly scent is enough to get you heated, and huffing straight from the source? It's enough to make your body scream out with a need to be ravaged by the powerful male you held in such esteem, until such a time as he packed you full of cubs.

The way your Redguard companion behaves might indicate that the Man races of the continent might not be totally without an ability to appreciate a powerful Khajiit male, though. She's just a little wary about wrapping her hand around his shaft, but once it becomes clear the barbs are springy and flexible to the touch, she begins to glide her long, graceful fingers up and down in rhythm with your own, tending to his throbbing bitch-breaker with all the reverence it deserves. Her head dips low to mirror your actions, a surprise to none that she would be attracted to such a big, virile pair of balls, given her preferences. Her tongue stretches out long so that she can cup his heavy sack with it, dragging it up and down the seam separating his nuts for a time before tilting her head to the left so that she could lavish the hefty ball to that side while you handled the right. She laps and suckles all across the apple sized gonad, trying in vain to fit it between her lips more than once.

Rumbling in bliss, Bakhum brings his huge hands to bear on the two of you. You're treated to the comforting feeling of his powerful palm resting along the back of your head, cupping your head as you tend to his pride in tandem with the fine Redguard you've brought along. His hungers are obvious as he leers down between the two of you, watching your dutiful mouths polish his jewels, your breasts heavy and free all the while. Unable to contain itself, his shaft throbs powerfully now and again, each time a long, drooling strand of cum sliding down across his barbs and coating your palm and Zafira's, lending a lewd, sticky schlick to every caress.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya could spend an entire day worshipping Bakhum's hefty sack alone. Were it not inevitable that her efforts would reach a point that Bakhum would take her in a more lively fashion, then there would be a genuine risk she would with how his musk made her feel. It was a sense of belonging... her wet muzzle and outstretched tongue acting as a bed for his hefty sack was where she was meant to be - what she was meant for. It was an act of worship she would perform with the utmost devotion. Sharing this experience with Zafira made it all the better, knowing that the entirety of herself and one other were now fully devoted to the worship of Bakhum's manhood. Their arms working together to work Bakhum's shaft, lubed up more and more by his pre to ease their motions, while their tongues lavished his balls with attention. Both breathing deep of his musk, he would find no reservation from how their bodies would praise him.

Kharaya got lost in this moment for quite some time, savouring the feeling of her tongue lavishing Bakhum's sack with another. With his hand on her head, she felt almost content and safe - a different kind of warmth altogether that complimented the one between her legs nicely. There was much more to be done with her mighty lover, however, and she soon found herself lifting up from his sack and gesturing for Zafira to do the same.

"This may be too much for our hands..." Kharaya purrs, rubbing her cheek against the side of Bakhum's cock. "But both Kharaya and Zafira are blessed with other ways to please Bakhum's cock." She cups her breasts and nestles in against Bakhum's thigh, guiding Zafira in opposite her. Together they had his throbbing cock between them and their cleavage pressed against it. Kharaya pushes forward so her breasts press against Zafira's own, while Bakhum's cock stood proudly between the soft valley that now enveloped his girth. Kharaya kisses and licks along the length of cock rising above their cleavage, rubbing her nose against it, while she started to grind her chest forward against Zafira's - so that it may jiggle and squeeze around Bakhum's cock.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Too much for our hands?" Zafira just barely manages between sweet, loving kisses along Bakhum's sack, her chin wet with her own saliva, "I'd say he's a bit too much for our everything... but I suppose you've proven that wrong before."

Understandable as her apprehension is, it doesn't stop her from following your lead as you guide her in how best to pleasure your beloved Bakhum. Her heavy tits make for an excellent compliment to your own, her dark, silky skin providing what must be an excellent contrast to the velvety softness of your fur. Together your combined bust manages to engulf the lower portion of the Pahmar-raht's gargantuan manhood, and he throbs heavily at the sensation of your bosom kneading along his sensitive maleness. Zafira is eager to try and match your performance despite her inexperience handling such a monstrous length, kissing and suckling along her side of his hefty pole. She giggles just a little as she leans around to steal a few fleeting pecks against your muzzle, his shaft too thick for you to properly kiss around.

As she gets into the rhythm, Zafira grinds herself up and down, her hands coming around to hold her bust together and provide a tighter seal. She licks her mouth clean of the gloss of pre-cum that had gathered there, her face never far from worshiping every inch of barbed cock she can possibly get her lips around.

"Mmmhmm, fuck... How much do you have in these huge balls of yours, big guy? Were you any other man, it's like you'd have already cum for us..." She purrs as well as any Khajiit as she speaks, giving him a long, sweet kiss nearer the tip that seems to make him throb powerfully, "You're gonna make an absolute mess of us, aren't you?"

The huge warrior can only growl in affirmation, his strong hands rubbing along both your and her shoulders, eager to express a fraction of the gratitude he certainly feels for your careful treatment.

"This one is eager to show his virility," His voice is as thick and sultry as the plentiful ejaculate dribbling down from his hefty, barbed head, "Faster still, and Bakhum will provide all Kharaya and Zafira desire..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Though opportunities for it are limited by Bakhum's girth, Kharaya enjoys every kiss shared with Zafira, the flavour of Bakhum shared on their lips given a unique texture when mixed with the redguard's spit. Kharaya purrs happily against Bakhum's cock, the vibrations running through her tongue as she slides it up and down his length in time with the motions that bucked her chest against Zafira's up and down the lower end of his cock. With one hand she reached up to grip the side of his shaft and hold his mighty length steady as they worked it over, while the other slid down to massage his still spit slicked balls. Not using her hands to squeeze her chest the way Zafira was, she compromised by drawing her shoulders closer together, so that the sides of her arms may press against her breasts to close them around Bakhum's cock.

She looks to her side some more to watch Bakhum's reaction as she works him over. She enjoys seeing him satisfied by her, and wants to do everything she can to keep his rumbling growls of pleasure coming. His thick, rolling drops of pre trickle their way down onto her tits as the double tit job goes on, and even occasionally falls onto her tongue, across her cheek, or over the top of her muzzle. No doubt Zafira must be finding herself similarly marked, and Kharaya knew Bakhum was working up to marking them both in a way only he could. When he all but says as much, she picks up the pace, eager to be showered with his seed. It was time Zafira saw how much Bakhum could release... and be more amazed by how much he could still release after.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The two of your make for an excellent team, stroking Bakhum's shaft with rhythm so well coordinated it was as if you had practiced together beforehand. Sweet, worshipful mouths and big, heavy tits lavish every inch of your lover's hulking length, causing him to stir despite himself. You know well how composed your strong, silent protector is. You know the depths of his discipline, his warrior's pride. Yet when faced with your twin assault? The familiar sensation of his beloved Kharaya tending his shaft, guiding the efforts of a stunning, dark-skinned beauty all the while? Even his self-control can be forgiven for crumbling. His breathing grows heavy and rumbling, as it tended to do when he lost himself in his pleasure. Though he restrains himself from gripping too tightly along the delicate curve of your upper back, you can feel his fingers tensing, just as you imagine his hard, muscular stomach is beneath the steel of his armor. His balls thrum mightily in your tender grasp, building up what you know will be a truly massive payload of his thick, rich, virile seed.

Many men cried out when they felt the rush of release upon them. Some curses and swears, others the names of the Divines or cherished lovers, and you had known many men to make little and less sense with their words as you coaxed the most powerful of orgasms from them with your talents. Bakhum was of a different sort. His deep rumbles, the likes of which rattled you to your very core, grew louder and more erratic, the closest thing to moans such a powerful specimen could possibly make. As his volume increased, so did his throbbing, his shaft swelling all the more impossibly large as he hurdled towards his release, encouraged by the two sensual bodies pumping him from below. His hips rock forward powerfully, fucking into the valley of your combined cleavage, and Zafira can only moan encouragingly as he reaches his plateau.

"Fuck, yes! Give it to us... Give it to us you big, manly fuck-stud! Paint us!"

The bellow that follows is nearly deafening. Like the roar of a beast announcing its triumph, Bakhum's agonizing bliss echoes into the dark of the night for all to hear. You can feel him throbbing the hardest he has yet, his cock all but bucking as you smother it with your breasts and lap at it with your rough, dexterous tongue. It takes a few moments for his seed to work its way all the way up his massive maleness, but the wait is well rewarded; several fat dollops give way to a massive stream of thick, heavy cum that fires high into the air before raining down as one single rope, connecting your cleavage to Zafira's. Several more follow in that lead, every one of them an equal to the offering Sven and Rorik had managed to pump into you during your hurried coupling the evening before. Your dusky companion can only stare slack-jawed at the sheer volume, something she either comes to regret or cherish when one of his wads lands right across her face and fills her mouth in the process.

"Mmmhpph! Mmhffuhk, itsh thihck!"

You lose count of how many such blasts manage to crest into the night air before anointing your bodies and Bakhum's lap besides. Your lover continues to roar his pleasure as he empties his fittingly huge payload, only easing down to heavy, satisfied chuffs when his throbbing begins to slow and his last few shots dwindle down to a few heavy, musky trickles. The fallout is about what you expected; your face, your hair, your tits and your shoulders drenched enough that the thick seed that coats you pools heavily between your cleavage and slides in rivets down your back. If his musk had been powerful before, coated now with his seed? It put even Honningbrew to shame, with how much it intoxicated you. Zafira must have felt similar, losing herself in a cum-drunk stupor as she tries to suckle her fingers clean and scoop enough pearly white cum into her mouth to try and open an eye.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya looks up in eager anticipation as Bakhum's true release erupts into the air around them. The shower that follows is divine, coating Kharaya and Zafira in their hard earned seed. Kharaya opens her mouth eagerly to catch laps of Bakhum's thick, creamy stream as the rest sinks into her fur and dresses her and Zafira much the same. Kharaya finds herself beyond speech as the mix of flavour and pheromones drive her wild. She is little more than an animal now, one that would be wild were it not tamed by Bakhum's potency. She continues to lap against his cock, drinking plentiful of the seed that rolled down its length while plenty more coated her and her companion. She reached out to Zafira, gripping her hand once again as they shared in this sensation, her happy purrs occasionally becoming a gurgling sound as cum filled her mouth.

Eventually the cum born fog clears from Kharaya's mind just enough for her to shift off of Bakhum's cock for a moment. Thick strands of his seed keep her connected to it in one form or another, but she instead presses herself more fiercely against Zafira for the moment, joining the redguard in helping to clean herself up from Bakhum's seed. Kharaya licks his lover's release off of the tavern girl, inviting her to do the same in kind. There was a lot to be cleaned, which would give Bakhum plenty of time to enjoy the show to make sure he was ready to go once again... though Kharaya suspected he was ready still.

Her thoughts drifted to their clothes, as absolutely coated as they are. Kharaya was not sure any amount of cleaning could make them presentable once more, as was often the case with Bakhum's more potent releases. If that were the case, then these garments would already need to be replaced... so there was little to be lost in damaging them further.

"Zafira." Kharaya purrs, once enough speech returns to her in order to do so. She speaks in-between licks and kisses against the redguard's skin, each one sucking up some of Bakhum's seed. "With as much seed as Bakhum has released to your dress, do you consider it salvageable? This one does not for her own attire... so this one would not complain should Bakhum feel the need to... rip it open... for whatever reason."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

When you fall upon the Redguard with your mouth frenzied for seed, you find the efforts returned just as passionately. Zafira's hunger for cum certainly matches the stories she's regaled you with in the brief evening you've known each other, and Bakhum's release has given her plenty to savor. Your lips meet on occasion, mixing heavy strands with your saliva as you exchange sloppy kisses, before diving this way and that to lap up wads of the hot, steamy load your beloved anointed you both with. The contrast between the exotic beauty's rich, mahogany skin and the ropes of pearly opaque seed is especially erotic, and makes it all the easier for your tongue to wick them away as you slurp along her cleavage and throat greedily to mop as much up as you like. She gasps a little as you purr against her, partly out of surprise and partly for the sensation of your rough tongue worshiping her so thoroughly.

"Mmhhh, fuck... I don't care. Rip it to shreds, leave it on me, it doesn't matter. I'd keep it just to have the chance to wear his cum again," She seems quite lost in the moment, a mixture of alcohol, arousal and far too much semen egging her on, her hands stroking along your thick thighs, rubbing in the few rivets of cum that had yet managed to drip down your body.

She isn't the only one being egged on, of course. As the two of you share such an erotic display, you hear the creak of the log Bakhum had perched himself atop. He towers over the two of you, knelt in the dirty as you are, his mighty shaft throbbing as his eyes drink the sight of you in. But he doesn't let it linger for long. No, your Bakhum is a man of action, and he makes that readily apparent as he kneels down and reaches around with one of his huge, heavy arms. It wraps around the flare of your hips, hefting you up with such ease that all your weight scarcely seems to register to him at all. He does the same for Zafira, who gasps at the sudden shift, but giggles all the same. As he rises to his full height, you find yourself draped over his shoulder, your heavy tits dangling over his back while your plump rear juts out to his front. Your Redguard companion shares a similar fate, giving you a wide-eyed, excited expression as you're both carried off with ease towards the largest tent in the camp by virtue of its inhabitant's scale: Bakhum's.

The interior is as spartan as the man himself, but for pile of huge, heavy furs sprawled out in the center, such to serve as a bed. You know it to be where he sleeps as well, as when he gingerly sets both you and Zafira upon them, you're greeted to a waft of his comforting scent. Not that you lacked for it, given he had painted you like a picture only moments before. With your night vision, you can make out his hands grasping at the buckles of his armor, casting off the heavy steel with a series of clunks and thumps, until he's down to just his undershirt and his half-removed pants. It's at that point that he decides to unburden you specifically of what remained of your dress, reaching out with one of his bear paw hands and gripping at the fabric beneath your breasts. He pulls hard, and with a horrible tearing noise, splits your garment right down the middle, tearing it open like the wrappings of a present. Zafira rolls to try and get a good look at the display, but she too falls victim to his hungers, her dressing shredding like tissue paper under your lover's might.

From experience, you know that such a display of dominance was usually followed by the sweet feeling of his weight bearing down atop you, your folds being stretched as far as they could go by his girth as he buried himself inside you and the long, hard rutting that accompanied his lusts began. But he restrains himself again, rumbling loudly as he pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing to the join his armor. The thick, heavy muscle beneath his fur all but tenses in anticipation as he eyes the two of you, as if deciding which he will conquer first.

"On top," He husks, the rumbling in his chest growing, "This one wishes to feel both Kharaya and Zafira. One shall climb on top, and Bakhum will claim them one after the other. Choose, or this one will have to do so."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The two women do just as much to rub Bakhum's cum into each other's bodies as they do to actually clean any of it off, though in the moment it seemed neither would want it any other way. Their revelry of their current coating was cut short by the one thing they would be happy to stop enjoying Bakhum's cum for - the prospect of a similar load to the likes that showered them now being pumped inside them. Kharaya let out a sound akin to a needy mewl as she was hefted over Bakhum's shoulder and shot Zafira a wide grin as the same happened to her. She felt her heart thump in her chest as her lover carried the both of them off to his tent, where she had been long looking forward to ending this day.

Placed onto the familiar furs of his bed, Kharaya stretches herself out across them as she angles her head to watch him strip out of his armour. It isn't long before his mighty grip is upon her once more, and she gasps and moans needily as she feels his claws tear the fabric from her body, leaving her clothes ruined and scattered around her. As helpless and available to his desires as Kharaya is, Zafira too soon finds herself stripped in a similar fashion, giving the girls a few spare moments to enjoy seeing each other bared naked entirely within the tent before Bakhum made his command. The loss of their clothes only excited Kharaya more, and she suspected it did the same to Zafira. It was primal, powerful and made clear the purpose for which Bakhum wanted them. All that they were outside of this tent was secondary to being his cumdump - if not utterly irrelevant. The question of what to do with clothing themselves in the future could be broached in the morning, as right now all clothing seemed merely an obstruction between their bodies and Bakhum's cock to Kharaya's heated mind.

"This one thinks our guest should go on top." Kharaya says, leaning over to Zafira to whisper in her ear with a low purr. "Do you like the sound of that? To have Kharaya's soft fur beneath you while Bakhum claims you from above?" As she asks, Kharaya rolls onto her back, offering a chance for Zafira to climb on top of her so they could face each other as Bakhum took his turns mounting each of them. That way even Zafira's human eyes could see clearly the expression on Kharaya's face as Bakhum took her, just as Kharaya would be able to with Zafira. Not to mention how Kharaya had already grown quite fond of feeling her large breasts pressed against Zafira's similarly impressive endowments.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It seemed as though you and Zafira was of one mind on the matter once again. Her sudden disrobing, the raw aggression of your lover, the stench of his cum all over her body, it had worked the Redguard into a frenzy you doubted she had ever before felt. That much is made obvious when you catch sight of her sweet, shapely body quivering under his gaze, wearing nothing but her sweat, his seed and a small, soaked patch of dark hair crowning her sex. Your suggestion hits her ears well, and she all but follows you as you roll onto your back, eager to maintain the closeness you titillating her with by leaning in. It's a lovely feeling, being pinned under her weight. There's a strength that underlies her curvaceous form, evidence of her time as a fighting woman before she settled into the safer work of a simple serving girl. She makes every lean muscle known to you as she presses her body into yours, sandwiching your hefty busty with her own in the process, her long, strong legs tangling with your own and her hands running across the furs until she can interlink her fingers with you. Her sex is hot and sticky, her warmth intermingling with the mess between your legs as she gently grinds herself into you.

Even in the darkness of the tent, you can see the eagerness in her eyes as she looks down at you, all the reverence of a long lost lover tinting her expression. It's replaced with an entirely different kind of reverence as you catch sight of Bakhum's looming heavy behind her. His huge hands reach down, seizing her around her wide hips, and he pulls her back just enough to bury his length into the space between the two of you. The huge, spiny length causes a gasp to arise from Zafira's lips, his maleness occupying the valley that had formed by the meeting of your labia. He makes no attempt to hide its sheer scale, pumping himself all the way until you can feel his heavy balls resting against the curve of your ass, his head managing to just brush the underside of your combined cleavage. Another gasp from the Redguard.

"He's going to fucking ruin us, isn't he?" She asks, her voice breathy and longing, her plump lips quivering with the thought, "I'll need to start laying with bulls to feel anything at all when you're done with me..."

Your lover offers one of his deep, smooth chuckles, mixing well with the rumbling purrs you had come to love so well, his hips continuing to grind his gargantuan pride into the contrasting softness of your fine fur and Zafira's silky skin.

"Do not be afraid. Kharaya has known the pleasure of others, even after this one had made himself familiar to her," The sticky seed still clinging to your folds is evidence enough of that much, although the pleasure you shared with the Nords is far from your mind when faced with what your loyal protector offers, "And this one is always willing to lay with any who call Kharaya friend."

Perhaps sensing her trepidation, or simply overwhelmed with his need for you, the powerful length that pumped so languidly between you and the sweet tavern girl withdraws just enough that you can feel the wide head begin to probe at your well prepared entrance. Even with your talents and the years of experienced honed in pleasure houses and caravan tents alike, it takes a deal of work to get Bakhum properly aligned for the lovemaking you so cherished. The time it takes him to seize himself by the member and properly guide it into you gives him time to purr something in familiar Ta'agra.

"Let this one show Zafira what she gains, when she loses her fear."

No sooner than the words leave him do you feel the resistance give in, and the first several inches of his width find purchase inside you. Rumbling deeply, his hands return to Zafira's hips, pressing her down into you all the harder and he sinks his hips forward and claims what he had desired for so long, your insides opening to welcome his imposing shape home.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya purrs with delight as Zafira moves ontop of her, her hands running across the redguard's toned body before finding themselves interlocking fingers with Zafira's own. She took a kiss from Zafira as their bodies began to grind against each other, eager for each other's contact as much as they anticipated Bakhum's attention. Bakhum did not wait around for long once they were in position, and Kharaya found herself purring all the louder as his thick, barbed length forced both women's wet and needy cunts apart from each other, sliding his length in between the two of them so they could get a good feel of what he had to offer.

Kharaya giggles at Zafira's comments, though there was some truth to them. Though Kharaya could enjoy other men much smaller than Bakhum, even the two strong nords from earlier could not compare to him. Since the first time he made use of her services, she had desired to feel him fill her once more in the way that only he can. His size, his ferocity and the gentleness he showed after all left Kharaya with an unshakeable need for Bakhum. Belonging to someone, especially a man, had become her second nature by now - and while she desired and appreciated the freedom and independence her new station granted her, that lingering instinct made it all the more natural for her to just submit beneath Bakhum and let him claim her mind and body. Zafira may have the stronger, more independent spirit needed to not be so deeply effected, but even still it is likely that after tonight's experience the redguard will find a new yearning within her that only Bakhum can satisfy. Though Kharaya felt Zafira may very well grow to love another man, if such a thing were to be of interest to her, she also suspected that even after decades into a relationship with him, their nights in bed together will still involve Zafira silently entertaining thoughts of Bakhum in her head.

Kharaya's musings return to the here and now, however, once Bakhum pulls his cock back from between their curvaceous bodies. Her eyes widen slightly as she feels his head prodding at her entrance, spreading her beneath Zafira. She gasps in anticipation, her grip squeezing lightly in Zafira's hands. Then at once, several inches of his thick, throbbing shaft run through her. She mewls out, her tongue spilling past her muzzle. Her chest thrusts up against Zafira's own from the arching of her back brought about by Bakhum's entrance into her. Kharaya's cries are like a cat in heat, louder and more wild than a housepet and bordering on the more feral calls of a Sabre Cat. This was only the beginning, and already he had her body trembling just from thrusting his way into her. Her hips wiggled eagerly, hoping to entice him to start thrusting in earnest, though she knew he had much more of that impressive length he would be looking to work into her.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Zafira holds you fast as you feel Bakhum's member filling your so completely. Your gasps and yowls of bliss only seem to turn her on all the more, as her mind races to reconcile how so much cock could possibly fit into such a small body, and perhaps further, how incredible it must feel to cause such a noise to radiate out of you. Her fingers tighten their grip on your own, as intimate a hand-holding as you could hope for, and she leans forward to pepper the side of your face with kisses and soft words of praise, perhaps realizing that a proper kiss is beyond you, lost in the throes as you are. Her hips don't press down so hard on your own that you can't buck upwards into Bakhum's advance, though, and he seems all the more eager to claim you because of it. With a swift, shallow withdraw, his barbs rake your insides, stimulating your folds and helping to drag the weaker seed sullying your sex out in one, and when he ruts back into you, lightning shoots up your spine, your hips bucking involuntarily as he bulges your belly with the mass of his thrust.

"Divines... Even I can feel that," Zafira purrs against you, your flat stomachs pressed into each other tightly enough that she can undoubtedly feel just how much of you he's claimed, "You like it, don't you? Pretty kitty loves that monster of a cock, tearing you up, making you scream. Let me hear it, baby. I wanna hear just how loud this stud of yours can make a girl get."

It's not a request you can truly refuse, if only because Bakhum finally finds his footing and begins to thrust in earnest, his shaft seeming to get deeper with every stroke of his hips, a steady, powerful rhythm building as he claims the pussy you both know to be his. Zafira, for her part, rocks herself against you in tandem with his motions, her legs spread apart enough that she can nestle her clit against your own, the mess surrounding your pussies providing more than enough lube to help smooth the friction of her grinding. The tent is soon filled with a cacophony of pleasure: between Zafira's soft, sultry moaning, Bakhum's deep rumbles of satisfaction, and the sopping suction that follows every pump of his hips, your own cries find themselves in good company.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Zafira's request is fulfilled immediately, Kharaya not holding back in the slightest as Bakhum plunges into her depths. Zafira got a good sense of how loud Kharaya can be back at the Bannered Mare, having heard genuine cries of passion from her competition with the two Nords. However beneath Bakhum she was an entirely different beast. His mighty cock had her at his mercy and fucked yowls of praise and mind melting pleasure out of her with each thrust. Knowing the new company in their coupling would enjoy it to cast aside any reason Kharaya might normally have for keeping her noises restrained.

She tried to claim what kisses she could from Zafira when able to, but much of Kharaya's time was spent moaning, screaming and gasping for much needed air, keeping her muzzle occupied more often than not. No doubt her moons' blessed cleavage would be bouncing frantically with the force of Bakhum's thrusts, however Zafira helps keep them pinned, leading to the jiggling being channelled into helping the two women grind their bodies together. This grinding stimulated Kharaya further, and she would try and let Zafira know that the attention was very deeply apprciated - even if words were beyond Kharaya at the moment. She would lean in to lick and kiss along the redguard's neck and jaw, even occasionally nipping when the sensations grew too intense, marking her with a few love bites.

She spread her legs wide for Bakhum. His cock is welcomed by her body eagerly, helped along by the attentions of Zafira. The press of their clits together helps offer up additional lube. Though Kharaya's own wetness was abundent enough for Bakhum's needs, having Zafira dripping her own juices upon Bakhum's cock as it thrust into Kharaya added an extra level of intoxicating heat to the event. It was as if Zafira was in part fucking Kharaya's depths along with Bakhum. An enticing thought that took root within Kharaya's mind as she also savoured the fact that she would soon be returning the favour when Bakhum fucks Zafira with a cock freshly lubed by all of Kharaya's juices.