Far From Warmer Sands [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Sven gives a little grin at the mention of your tail, apparently giving him something of an idea.

"Would that you had two tails, it might just work. But Khajiit aren't just soft on their tails, are they? You're soft all over. Why not use your hands?" He asked, looking over to Rorik for approval, "See if you can't get a good guffaw out of either of us. If you do, the one who breaks first has to take a drink. We'll keep going until someone loses their liquor, or bows out. And every time one of us breaks, you get to take a drink too, a reward for hard work. I'll even cover every horn you have. Sound good?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

"That... makes sense, Kharaya supposes." Kharaya says with a thoughtful murmur. "This one should move between the two of you then, yes. If she reaches across from here to play her role, then she may as well be lying on the table, and that would do no good for anyone." She stands to move her chair between the two Nord men, but doesn't sit in it just yet. "This one has not done anything quite like this before. But she will do her best to make sure she gets a few reactions from the both of you. Please do your best to hold still." She stands from behind her chair for now, leaning over it so her bust hangs between them, shaking lightly in the tight confines of her dress. She drapes one arm over each man, turning to look at them both with a soft smile. Slowly, her fingers begin to trace across the backs of their necks, and over around the side to tickle at their collar bones.

"Rorik wears armour, which limits how much Kharaya can touch... when it comes to places she cannot reach on Rorik, she will keep away from those places on Sven. To be fair, yes?" She continues her fingers trailing around their neck and collars, before slowly guiding them back up to tickle under their chins. She gives each one a tap on their noses before moving her hands once more to start feeling along their arms, gently running fingers across a few soft spots among their hard, Nord muscles that may be more sensitive than the rest of their skin.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As you head on over to them, the men position themselves so as to be more easily within your reach. Each proves eager enough to enjoy your touch, though such could only be expected, given how soft your paws were. You don't manage to get much of a reaction from them as you gently stroke their broad shoulders of their necks, although Sven does shudder just a tad when you stroke along his jaw. To the credit of the younger Battle-Born, his arms are quite thick with muscle, although that might simply be the way of Skyrim's native men and women, given your brief experience with them thus far. About halfway into your makeshift teasing, Rorik gives a grunt.

"This armor's getting uncomfortable, so we'll call this my loss, aye? I'll shed it for the next round, so that we might find things more interesting."

The Companion grabs up his horn of mead and drinks it all down in a single, long set of gulps, before slamming it back on the table. He grabs a bottle and uncorks it, filling first his own horn, and then yours, which he gestures for you to drink before he goes about undoing the clasps on his breastplate.

With the brief pause in the game, you catch a glimpse of Ranabi and Yngvar in the side of your vision. Your companion seems to have lost at least some of her nerve, as she nestles herself into the side of her big, blond beau. The Battle-Born has his hand on her hip, where his fingers strokes slow, methodical circles. They exchange words, but they're soft and whisper like, and you imagine there must be some intimacy in them given the way Ranabi's eyes seem to flutter shyly. With luck, she might actually find herself a warm, hard body to pressing her into the sheets by the time things wrapped up. With even more luck, that warm, hard body would press all the nervous energy out of her and make the days to come all the more pleasant for dear Ranabi.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya drinks heartely of her horn of mead as Rorik departs to shed his armour. She watches, out of the corner of her eye, how well things seem to be going between Ranabi and Yngvar. A good sign, to say the least. This emboldened her further to continue with her diversion. The more time she kept Rorik and Sven distracted, the better things would go for her companion. She kept one arm draped over Sven as she drank, standing beside his seat, awaiting for Rorik's return. Shedding his armour would give this one greater access to them both, which would be important if she wanted to keep their little contest engaging. If she couldn't tickle them properly, then they may go bored of the challenge.

"It seems you are winning so far, yes?" Kharaya purrs in Sven's ear. "Though we've only just begun. Now Kharaya can really begin testing the two of you." she giggles, not noticing the slight slur to her speech now that the many horns of mead were beginning to hit her more strongly than just warming her up. When Rorik returns, Kharaya's touch would grow bolder. Though she did enjoy feeling the firmness of a strong arm beneath her hand, she would move further towards their chests, feeling around the sides of their torso. A cheeky smirk played at her lips as she slipped her hand lower, before tucking it under their shirts and gliding it up to tease the bare skin of their chests.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"I look forward to it," The Nord is quick to say, as his companion settles down in the seat beside you.

Free of the constraints of armor, you're able to more easily stroke across the strong muscles of their chests. The ribs, always a sensitive part of most people, manage to bring forth a few involuntary twitches, but the thick linen of their tunics makes it difficult to really bring the goose-pimples. But with your cheeky little maneuver, that much goes out the window. The tips of your claws, just barely cresting from your digits, stroke feather-light lines along the hard, defined ridges of their stomachs. Though not so hirsute as a Khajiit, both men's chests are covered in fine hair, which grows especially thick as it trails down across their abdomens to their groins, as if forming a trail to lead one down between their legs.

You can feel them tensing as you stroke sweet little patterns across them. It's almost amusing, to see such big, proud warriors squirming about in their chairs from just a little gentle petting. You can all but feel the little pinpricks rising across the smoothness of their skin, and Sven groans gently as your fingers swipe across the firm v shape near his hips. You can certainly see why; a brief glimpse reveals that his pants have become all the tighter, a long, thick outline beginning to show itself across his inner thigh.

"Aye, was that a noise I heard? Drink," Rorik chimes in with a grin.

"We said guffaws, bear-face. But fine. This is thirsty work..." He reaches forward and takes a long, deep drink from his horn until it's gone dry. Like Rorik before him, he's quick to see it refilled, and the golden liquid finds its way back into your own horn as well, which he picks up and offers to you, so that you might drink deep without depriving them of the attention they seem so keen on enjoying.

A brief glimpse reveals that while you teased the others, Ranabi has found herself on the opposite end of a little teasing. Her head rests against Yngvar's chest, nuzzled into the crook of her neck. It's a wonder his weighty beard doesn't tickle her nose, but she's much more focused on a different kind of tickling entirely; you can see Yngvar's other arm has found its way beneath the table and between her legs. The way her eyes squeeze closed and her lips part, you can only imagine what the Nord's fingers have gotten up to out of sight. If nothing else, she's certainly enjoying herself, as her fingers clasp the fine fabric of his tunic, pulling herself ever closer to him while he toys with her.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya opens her mouth, her tongue sticking out slightly as she lets Sven feed her her drink so she can keep up her attention on both men. Having it poured into her mouth like this was messy, and would no doubt leave streaks of mead on her cheeks and down onto her cleavage once again. How the men might react to that, be that feeding her more drink to make up for what was wasted or tease her for spilling, was almost inconsequential as she saw what was happening across the table. This one was greatly pleased to see how things were going. It seems Ranabi was getting everything she had hoped for and more without even needing to leave the table just yet. Kharaya hoped to let her indulge as much as she wished, so she was happy to keep playing along with Rorik and Sven's game.

Her touch continued around their chests, though she felt herself less steady on her feet. She was by no means toppling over, but she would shift to lean against on and then the other every so often, her heavy breasts set upon the shoulder of whoever she currently lent near to steady herself with. Her hands ran across the broadness of their chests before moving around to feel around their backs, stroking lightly while giving teasing tickles and light scratches to see just what kind of motions each man liked. It was at this point she began differentiating how she was teasing them, looking for the slightest shivers on each body to try and trace against, giving each one a more personalised experience. She even got her tail involved, letting it tickle behind Sven's ear first, before sliding across the side of Rorik's neck. Getting it involved shifted her stance once again, turning from side to side as she lent forward, inadvertently showing off the shape of her ass in her dress to whichever man her tail was currently teasing.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It's a labor to try and find what made each man tick as they tried their best to hide exactly what they liked. But it's one you're well acquainted with. Your tender touches and gentle strokes manage to bring no shortage of shivers and tensed muscles, especially when you begin to involve your tail in matters. Sven seems especially sensitive about his jaw and ear, and for his part, Rorik seems to quite like it when you run the tips of your claws up and down the small of his back. The liquor certainly encourages you to be ever bolder, if only to enjoy how quickly the dynamic between you had changed with just a little bit of mead and some fun and games. Perhaps what Kharjan had said was true, and that Nords were a simple enough people to deal with if you knew how to ply their tricks against them.

It's certainly worked for Ranabi. While you diligently work to keep the eyes of Yngvar's companions on your sweet, generous curves, the elder Battle-Born has gotten quite a bit more vigorous in his efforts to toy with your companion. You can see his arm making quick, measured strokes beneath the table, and were the din of the tavern just a tad lower, you're sure you would hear the wetness between the legs he had so carefully parted. Ranabi mouths breathy, hurried words against his jaw, pressing herself hard into him as he pleasures her right then and there. Caught up in the moment, you even manage to hear a few desperate coos from your fellow Khajiit, though she is quick to bury her face into Yngvar's shoulder to try and muffle her sounds.

"This is meant to be a test of manhood, no?" Sven mutters as you run your tail about his jaw, "Why not make it so? Put those sweet fingers of your to work where it matters; see which one of us can last the longer."

It's quite clear your tender touch has gotten him rather aroused, especially with your body making for such a feast to the senses. Rorik sports a similarly strong tent in his breeches, and he reaches forward to gently cup at your ass, giving it an affirming squeeze.

"Sounds good enough to me. First one to finish the loser, and the winner, well, maybe he gets a better prize than a palm, mm?"

It's a bit of an escalation... but, the mead has gotten you nearly as warm as Bakhum had earlier. When you still served Yahzin with your body, your dear protector had always been all the more ardent in claiming you when he had known you to share the company of others. You could only imagine how ferocious the lovemaking would be if you returned to camp smelling of other men. Besides, if you were pumping their cocks, the chances of them discovering Ranabi and Yngvar's own intimacy were much lower. An important thing, especially with the occasional moan drifting from across the table.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya takes to her seat, feeling herself dizzying from the mead she had been plied with. She smiles drunkenly at both men as she gets comfortable between them, continuing her focused attention on their bodies. She occasionally sneaks glances over to Ranabi and Yngvar, pleased with what she sees. Though the boldness for them to go so far at the table made it all the more important for Kharaya to keep Sven and Rorik's attention on her.

It seemed her is exactly where their attention wanted to be, however, and she takes a moment to consider their suggestion. One more horn of mead is all it takes to tip her over into nodding in acceptance, finding herself growing wet and the thought of Bakhum so thoroughly claiming her later. She would have to return with extra mead to make up for being delayed, though she also knew she could make up for that in other ways too. She licks her lips and purrs sultrily at the thought, no doubt the men at either side of her assuming the reaction to be about them isntead.

Her hands slip down, into their pants. She fishes around to grasp their hardening cocks from within the confines of their clothes before gently pulling them out under the table. "Hmm... let us see who is the more resilient man, then, yes? You'll find Kharaya's touch in this regard to be more than a match for you're -hic- Nordic stoicism." She begins sliding her hands up and down, letting her fingers wrap around their shafts as she began to jerk them off, slowly at first as she learned the motions that worked best for each of them, and then building up the pace gradually so they couldn't get too used to it. The motion of her arms jiggled her chest some more. Where her dress had been loosened to the point of near exposure earlier at the table was tested more thoroughly, and after enough bouncing, one of her tits spilled free of her dress. As drunk as she was, Kharaya did not notice, leaving it entirely up to the whims of the men at her table as to if it would be pointed out to her.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You toil for a time with their belts, but soon enough you've managed to reach down into their trousers and grasped at their weighty shafts. To their credit, each man boasts quite a member between their legs, and you find them both thickening all the more as you begin to stroke them off. The wave like motion of your tits bouncing about in the much too strained gown easily garners their attention, and you soon find Sven makes the first move, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it down such that not one, but both of your breasts find themselves free of their confines. Whether or not you notice it in your drunken haze is quite debatable, as the feeling of two big, throbbing cocks in your hand, and the delightful sight of Ranabi squirming in sweet, foreign bliss across from you is more than enough to drown the air against your sweaty bosom out.

It's quite easy, even with alcohol blurring you, to find just what makes each of them tick. Sven's head seems especially sensitive, a slick of pre-cum coating your fingers whenever you slide his foreskin down and glide across his glans, whereas Rorik has a long, heavy vein down the middle of his shaft than throbs whenever you pump along it. Though speeding up is just a little hard, given their trousers getting in the way, it only makes teasing them all the more fun, going just fast enough to get them rocking their hips in tune with your stroking, but not quite fast enough to make them fill their pants with the seed undoubtedly backing up in their balls. You've all but got them in the palm of your hand, quite literally.

But as fun as it is to tease them, it is a game of stamina. You could simply continue to ply your trade, building them up with carefully measured pumps until it became too much for one of them and the lesser man blew his load for you. But, given the fact that you dictated the pace, you could just as easily tilt things in one man's favor over another. It could certainly be fun to humble Sven by showing him just how far he had to go before he could compete with the big boys at the table, or perhaps show the grizzled companion that not even an esteemed warrior was above sullying his breeches with the proper encouragement. Or, if you wished to truly test your skills, you could try to see them both finish in your hands simultaneously, leaving the game at a draw, or perhaps encouraging it to continue in a different way...

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya continued to work, blissfully unaware that her tits were bouncing for any to look her way to see as she worked the men either side of her. Her hands grew slick with pre, moving with greater ease as it provided some lubricant. She would look to both of them with eyes lidded and hazy from the drink as she judged their expressions. To give Ranabi as much time as she wanted, Kharaya would need to keep this contest going as long as she could. But edging them wasn't what she was here to do. So, the only way she could keep a clear winner from emerging was to make sure both men finished at the same time. She pumped faster, eager to get them to their brink as soon as possible. She would ease off on one if she felt them approaching their end before the other was ready, but never stopped her attention completely. She found herself purring heavily as she worked, interested to see just how the men would react to tying in their little challenge.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The men find themselves lost in your efforts. Every time you stroke, you carefully listen to them both, over the songs and havoc of the tavern's interior, keeping track of each breathy groan and grunt of effort. Perhaps added by mead, they manage to maintain themselves for a respectable amount of time, each of them managing to toe the line for a long while. There are moments of weakness, when one might manage to overtake his comrade and spill himself early, but you're careful to ease up right on the precipice, keeping each of them from going off too early as you worked to a diligent, simultaneously release. Across the table, you can see Ranabi squirming all the fast, gripping Yngvar's tunic as she rocks herself against his fingers. You can tell she's rather close herself, and the devilish idea of seeing everyone reaching their peaks at the same time plays itself in your mind. It's easy enough to do, given how the resolve of the proud Nords on either side of you buckles with every skillful pump. It might even help drown out the sounds of pleasure that your dear companion would inevitably make when she found her much needed release.

Kind as those efforts on your part would be, it isn't all that necessary. You watch as Ranabi buries her face deep into Yngvar's beard, and you can hear the muffled cries that follow her body tensing up, bucking quick against the steady hand that's found its way up her dress. As this happens, you feel Sven begin to throb in tandem with Rorik, and it only takes a few more quick, measured strokes before you hear both men utter deep, needy groans. The Companion's hands hammer the table as he rocks himself against you, the first of many sticky blasts of his seed splattering against his breeches and coating your paws. Sven quickly reaches down to try and undo his trousers, but it's a little too late, and he's unable to pull his cock free before he fills his pants with heavy wads of pearly white cum. You stroke them to completion, milking the long, heavy ropes from each of the proud warriors, listening to their ill-hidden grunts and moans. Only once you feel the last of their throbbing finish do either of them make to speak, panting softly.

"Dibella's blessing, that was... intense," Rorik manages, running his hand along your arm to encourage you to continue milking his spent shaft, "Didn't think I could still finish by a hand."

Sven, perhaps a little flustered by the affair, casts his gaze to the table for the first time since your tits had spilled free, shifting in his seat as he feels the warmth of his cum coating his manhood so thoroughly. "Divines, I'm going to have a way explaining this to the washerwoman..."

As both players come down from their game, you spy Ranabi and Yngvar snuggled close across the table. Yngvar's hand makes its reappearance, glistening with sticky strands of Ranabi's pleasure. He brings it up to his lips, suckling each finger clean to the embarrassment of his Khajiit lover, though Ranabi certainly seems flattered by the grin on his lips after he's tasted her. He leans in for a quick kiss, which she reciprocates, tasting herself on his lips. Quite a positive outcome, for such a pent up woman.

"I reckon neither of us won that one," Rorik grunts, "So what say you, arbiter? How do we settle matters now?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Perhaps Sven's tug on the neckline of Kharaya's dress was more forceful than intended, or the dress had simply given up on attempting to contain her body any more, as with each motion that brought a shake and bounce to her freed breasts, her dress slipped ever so more, the sleeves slipping past her shoulders as the dress dipped, showing off a little more of her front, as well as starting to reveal the soft fur along her back. Far to distracted with what was around her to notice her growing exposure, however, Kharaya continued to pump her hands up and down as she felt both men reaching their release. Her own gaze was set upon Ranabi, aiming to time the climax of Sven and Rorik with her companion's own pleasured cry. Soon enough, over half the table is brought to orgasm, and Kharaya feels her palms getting painted with hot sticky seed as the men either side of her fill their pants with their load.

She doesn't leave her touch right away, slowing to a more gentle stroke across their now cum slick lengths as she coos and purrs while milking out the last few drops of their seed. Only once she was sure their orgasms had truly pass did she pull her hands away. With a cheeky grin, and perhaps inspired by both the plentiful mead in her belly and seeing Yngvar act in kind across the table, Kharaya licks her palms clean, sucking the thick, warm cream off of her fingers and then licking her muzzle as she savoured the combined flavour of both men. "Don't want to leave a mess, yes?" she murmured, a mischievous look in her eyes as she met the gazes of both Sven and Rorik. That should more than help hold their attention while Yngvar and Ranabi sneak in their kiss.

"Hmm, yes, it would seem both Sven and Rorik are matched in endurance, yes? Maybe it is their strength that will set them apart. Perhaps it is the contestants turn to see who can make the most noise out of Kharaya. Perhaps you have thoughts on how to do that? And more drinks are needed, no doubt you are both thirsty after such a trial." Kharaya leans forward, her exposed breasts hanging over the table as she taps it to get Yngvar and Ranabi's attention. If they had missed her current state of dress... or undress, then there was no avoiding it now. "Interested in more drinks? Kharaya also wishes to get some bottles of Honningbrew to bring back to the camp tonight." she asks, an innocent smile on her face despite her recent activities and exposed assets.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The men can scarcely take their eyes off you as you lick their seed clean of your digits, and when you lean over to catch the attention of the lovebirds across from you, you're met with a similar amount of attention. Ranabi seems quite shocked by the way you'd handled the others, although she's so caught up in trying to hide her panting that she doesn't offer much in the way of protest, but rather directs her eyes demurely to the floor, perhaps realizing that she had no right to be offended, given the fact she had also just found her pleasure at the hand of another. Yngvar offers an appreciative glance of your heavy cleavage, and a throaty chuckle besides.

"I think I've had enough wine for the night. I've an early morning, so I think I'll be heading up to my room," You can see him running his hand up and down Ranabi's back as he says this, making no effort to hide the closeness of their bodies, "It might be that I'll have to borrow your companion for a while. We've got business to settle, aye?"

The merchant to his side would flush dark as an Alto if she could, stammering out a brief agreement despite herself. She makes to stand on shaky legs, her nipples poking through the fabric of her dress. Her arousal is about as evident as Yngvar's, whose breeches remain understandably tented, though he does at least try to hide it. As the duo prepare to make their escape, Sven chimes in, apparently having found himself after you stroked him to completion moments earlier.

"Why don't we head out around back? That way we'll have more room to play, hm?" He offers, "Fewer peeping ears to overhear. Whoever makes you yowl the loudest, they'll pay for all the mead you want tonight. Sound fair?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Catching Yngvar's glance, Kharaya darts her eyes down only to finally be aware of her current state of undress. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush, though as deeply under the sway of alcohol and the heady musk of the two loads of Nordic cum she had just licked clean from her paws, she finds herself succumbing to the whims of the moment enough to just go with it. Her warm smile returning to her face, she looks back up again and gives Yngvar a wink and offers a generous shake of her shoulders to give her plump breasts a good jiggle - a little tease to help him get going although Kharaya was confident he would have no effort getting into the mood for the night to come even without her help.

"This one is delighted to hear that." she purrs, shooting a gleeful glance towards Ranabi. "Of course, it is in the best interests in the caravan for Ranabi to... settle as much business as she can with you while we are here. Kharaya has no doubt the two of you will reach a satisfying agreement for both sides."

As Ranabi and Yngvar prepare to leave, Kharaya settles back into her seat, adjusting the sleeves of her dress to try and pull them back up around her shoulders and then tuck her tits away past her neckline once more, giggling to herself drunkenly at how much they had spilled out. She tilts her head to the side as Sven speaks, musing over his words. Truthfully, with her task done, her mind had already decided it was time to return to Bakhum for the night. As fun as these two Nords were, she had no doubt her trusted bodyguard would please her far greater still.

On the other hand though, she would be able to bring Bakhum much more mead were it being paid for by one of these men, and participating in this activity would greatly improve relations between the caravan and Clan Battle-Born. Plus it would give Bakhum all the more fire to claim her with later. Perhaps one day she may convince these Nords to participate in a similar test with Bakhum as a competitor, though their pride may not take so well to being outperformed by a Khajiit.

"Hmm~ and to think Kharaya had only just put her tits away. The strong Nords beside me want them out again so soon?" Kharaya purrs, stretching back in her chair. "Well, it would be rude of Kharaya to leave our contest unresolved. Lead the way."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

While Ranabi and Yngvar beat a hasty retreat across the common room and up the stairs to the floor above, Rorik and Sven stand from the table and lead you off in the opposite direction. Tucked around a corner, there's a backdoor that seems unlocked, and the younger of the duo pushes it open so your company can hurry out into night. It's quite a bit colder than when you had entered with Ranabi, but that's to be expected, given Skyrim's reputation. It also doesn't help that the mead makes you feel all the warmer, even against the chill. Perhaps that was one of the reasons the Nords were so fond of their alcohol.

Of course, they're quite fond of other forms of warmth cultivation, as is made readily clear by Sven reaching out and pulling you close, his hands roaming across your body. As he mauls your ass and presses your chest into his own, you can feel the outline of his shaft through his soiled trousers, still throbbing and waiting.

"Any preference for which one of us has you first?" He asks, quick to cut to the chase, though his companion seems no less eager, unbuckling his belt and fishing his half-hard shaft out of his underclothes in the meanwhile.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya finds herself grinding her hips against the bulge in Sven's trousers as she's pulled close against him and fondled. Though the chilling air of Skyrim's night has fallen upon them, the warmth of the plentiful drink they have had so far keeps Kharaya comfortable. If anything, feeling the cold against her fur helps keep her awake and alert, heightening her senses dulled by alcohol for the pleasure to come.

As Rorik pulls his own cock free, Kharaya decides to assist by helping release Sven's given they were already in eachother's arms. With one arm draped over his shoulder to keep herself steady, she slides the other down into the familiar, soiled insides of his pants and tugs his cock free, stroking it back up to its full length. She purrs drunkenly into his ear, nuzzling against his cheek as she does so.

"Kharaya has more than one hole for the strong Nords to use, no need for either of you to wait." Once she was satisfied his cock was standing at its full height, she takes a step back and lifts her dress up, showing off her panties, and the evident wet patch of her juices around the outline of her pussy. "If you are interested, beneath here you can find a hole each you can take with Kharaya pressed between the two of you. Or if that is not what you prefer, Kharaya is as talented with her mouth as she is with her hands." She licks her lips, slowly, to make her point clear, before reaching down and hooking a thumb under her panties to start sliding them down. She lifts her legs to help shimmy out of them and casts them aside with a quick kick. With her underwear discard, she lifts her dress once move, turning from side to side to make sure both men got a good look at both her pussy and her asshole so they could decide how they wanted to get started.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You were certain that, even without the mead muddling everyone's decision making, that the promise of savoring your body in unison would make even the most stalwart falter. Sure enough, as you kick off your panties, Sven is back on you, his hands grabbing along your thighs. He reaches down, hefting one of your legs up so that it might hook around his hip. The act throws you off balance, but consumed by his lusts, Rorik hurries behind you, and your find yourself resting back against his chest while Sven guides your calf where it needs to be. You can feel his length pressing between your lips, grinding clumsily while both he and his companion jockey you into a position between them. While the alcohol has certainly dulled the finer points of coordination, it hasn't done a thing to stifle strength; between the two well-built men, you find herself comfortably suspended, your remaining leg left to dangle over the cobbles, the height difference warranting you to be brought ever higher, so that their cocks might find purchase.

"Sexy little minx, aren't you, taking two men at once?" Sven asks, gripping himself at his head so he could probably line himself up, he pushes forward just enough to keep the very tip of his throbbing head between your lips, ready to claim you entirely, "Is this how all Khajiit couple? Or are we just special?"

You aren't given much time to answer, at least not initially, as Rorik's shaft finds its way between your plush cheeks. It's a good thing that you had properly lubed him up with your ball-draining handjob earlier, as the sticky layer of cum helps ease the process of burying his lengthy member deep inside you. His eagerness shoves you forward, and as a result, Sven finds himself several inches deep into your front, two hefty cocks spearing you in unison and setting your mead addled nerves alight.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya is more than happy with being thrown off balance by Sven's eagerness if it means collapsing against Rorik's chest. Her breath quickens with excitement as the two men descend upon her like hungry beasts. Lifted off the ground by their strong grip, more of her soft thighs and wide hips are revealed to them by their hands roaming up her legs and sliding her dress up high as both cocks make their ways to press at her entrances. She reaches back with one hand to stroke along Rorik's neck before clasping the back of his head, while her other arm draped itself over Sven's shoulder. Answering Sven's question would have to come later, however, as she soon finds herself filled with two Nord cocks at once.

Letting out a wild, feline yowl that simmers down into an excited purr, Kharaya doesn't need to put on a performance to act overwhelmed by their cocks. Though she was used to taking multiple men at once, and experienced with particularly large cocks like Bakhum's, these Nords were still more well endowed than her average Khajiit, Bosmer or Altmer client back in Elsweyr. With all the alcohol in her system as well, her mind needed a few moments to catch up with her body which had already begun moving her hips up and down to the two, thick cocks that currently kept her suspended in the air.

"Kharaya could not help herself." she gasps out once her mind finally does catch up. "The advances of two strong Nord men was just too much for this one to resist."

She purrs as she moans, continuing to bounce on their cocks as she enjoys the feeling of being pressed between their broad bodies. Her toes curled tightly from the feeling of her weight dragging down upon two sturdy cocks that dug in deep inside her and she found her tail curling tightly around Rorik's waist. She leaned forward to kiss Sven, letting him taste the lingering Honningbrew on her tongue that had made her so loose and pliable. Once he had gotten some enjoyment from her lips, she would break the kiss and tilt her head back, gazing wide eyed up at Rorik to see if he would want to claim a kiss from her as well while he pounded up into her tight asshole.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your words must do well to stoke the fires in Sven as well as his efforts had stoked your own, as he's quick to claim your lips the moment you lean forward. His tongue dances with your own, locked in a hot, messy embrace as he fights to savor the sweetness of your mouth even as he ravages your loins below. His hands grip your thighs tightly, fingers sinking into their softness as he holds you aloft by them, the strength in his arms made readily apparent by how secure you remain despite the way he and Rorik rut upwards into your holes, forcing you to bounce up and down between them. It's difficult to tell whether it's your weight or their desires that see you fall back down to meet their hard, frenzied thrusts once you've reached your zenith, but it's not even worth considering, especially with how deep they get. The flames in your belly must lick at their prides with how far the warriors ravaging you manage to get, claiming your depths for their own.

The only thing more enticing is just how much deeper Bakhum will go to prove himself their superior, once you've wandered back to him with your holes anointed by other men's seed.

But that remains a task for another time. In the moment, you find yourself leaning into Rorik's broad chest, the Nord chuckling through her deep, throaty groans as he sees the look you give him. He tilts his head to the side, seizing your lips with his own so that he too might get to savor the skill of your tongue and the sweetness on it. While Sven has taken charge of your thighs, Rorik's hands instead busy themselves on your chest. His strong fingers and broad palms do well in cupping the incredible heft of your tits, and he mauls them with his warrior's grip, fondling and squeezing as he takes his pleasure. Your nipples, thoroughly hard from the arousal burning you up inside, find themselves well stimulated, brushing against the rough callouses that cover his hands. Perhaps the sight is too much for Sven, who quickly buries his face into your neck, his mouth lapping and suckling along your throat. He nips and kisses at your cleavage, when the thrusting causes your bust to heft upwards into his reach, and you can tell he's all but lost himself in your body.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Feeling Rorik's hands take hold of her chest, Kharaya chooses to assist him in his interest, pulling one arm back from Sven's shoulder so as to tug at her neckline, loosening it once more so as to let it open up and free her hefty breasts for both men to enjoy in all their abundance. They bounce free from the force of the two cocks she found herself speared upon over and over and dropped into Rorik's firm grasp. His rough grip caused her to mewl and purr into the kiss, her tongue trembling against his as he toyed with the ample softness of her bust. Kharaya tugged on her dress further, pulling so that the top opened up enough to spill past her shoulders and let her tits shake with the dual thrusts within her more freely.

It seemed Sven was not done using his lips on the Khajiit between the two men, and him bringing his lips to her neck offers the perfect opportunity for her to once more wrap an arm around him, her claws lightly digging into his shirt as Kharaya's body quaked from the pounding she was receiving from both men. Her purrs grew deeper as she felt Sven's tongue and lips enjoy her body, trailing across the fur of her neck and chest while Rorik held her in this deep kiss. When the kiss finally broke, Kharaya was bounced between the two men with her tongue hanging free, a blissful expression on her face as she continued to stare up at Rorik while Sven had his way with her chest. "Yes~ Show Kharaya the strength of Skyrim~ So... big..."