The Code of Malacath [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Encouraged by your words, and the strong hand on her head guiding her, Doria manages to take more of your cock. Another inch slips past her plump lips as her hands get to work, pumping the greater part of your length that she was yet to push her warm mouth down upon. Her palms stroked the plentiful strings and sputters of saliva left in the wake of her lips across your cock, getting your pulsing, green pride nice and slick to ease the movements of her hands up and down your shaft. The worship of her hands only pause for a moment as, with a blush to her cheeks, Doria pulls her hands back to her dress to start tugging on the lace straps that held her front in a tight bound around her plump, pale tits. With a tug from both her thumbs, the lace comes tumbling loose and she pulls the top of her dress down, letting her tits fall out and shake in the air. Her pink nipples were already stiff from beneath her fabric and now were bare before your eyes, a slight puffiness to them to match the curve and plumpness of the rest of her form.

Her hands soon return to their duties on your shaft while she manages to bob her head ever further along your cock. Utterly enraptured by the taste and sensation of your dick in her mouth, she tests and pushes pasts her limits at a slow but pleasant pace. You feel your tip push up against the back of her throat at the depths of each of her plunges onto your cock. As much as this makes her gag she pushes on, eager to keep sucking upon your length as if it were more important to her survival than the very air she breathed.

Morth tenses up at some point during your enjoyment of the merchant. She looks towards the road ahead and takes a step back towards you. "I hear the sounds of a horse approaching. Steady trots, so its likely the rider is not hostile." she says, trying to avoid glancing down between your legs. "Your orders, my chief?"

Right as Doria was getting into a solid pace, an interruption like this would be quite frustrating, especially with your voracious appetite. However Doria seemed blissfully unaware of Morth's words, so deeply captivated for the moment that it was likely only your voice that could reach her right now. You could just continue to enjoy yourself. After all, what business was it of some passing outsider that the chieftain of Shurkul was indulging in her right.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Oblivion, how could any man let a woman such as Doria go? Even though she proved ill-prepared to face such a behemoth of a cock, she had thrown herself diligently into the act of pleasing it. Every greedy suck and tender stroke garnered gentle praise from Urzula, usually in the form of a soft, encouraging groan, and if not, in the form of her fingers tightening ever so slightly into the mane of golden locks between them. While the Nord feasted on her cock, her eyes feasted in kind, admiring the soft, plump body on display, the merchant's heavy tits holding her fascination as much as the look of overwhelmed lust on her features did. Her thick, veiny shaft pulsed as she claimed the prize of their earlier fight, the arousal that Lagtha had so diligently helped soothe in the morning roaring back to life as she was serviced by a wet, worshipful mouth in the broad daylight.

Which, proved to be a problem. Apparently the roads leading out of the mountains were not so abandoned as she had thought. She growled in Morth's direction, equal parts frustration and rut influencing her aggression. It was bad enough to have had her day derailed by werewolves, but now a lone rider? Perhaps it was for the best they were alone. If they desired to cause trouble, then they were outnumbered, and if not, well, they could enjoy a show. She had little intention of stuffing herself back into her breeches without emptying out the huge load that Doria's efforts had churned up.

"Standby," She eventually ordered, though she did not let Doria stop her efforts, her hand continuing to encourage the hurried bobbing, "See what comes to us. If it's a problem, we'll take care of it. If it isn't, I'm not stopping until I've given this one her big, fat, messy reward."

[Lazy Kitsune]

It seems that what was approaching was a little more than just one rider, though it was indeed only the one horse. While you had the end of your cock warmly and pleasantly submerged in the merchant's eager mouth, you spied the approaching figures through the trees as they began to come around the winding road ahead. There were two sat upon the horse as it made its way towards you, while a lone figure in the studded armour of the Imperial military led the way. You could faintly hear the haughty tones of the two riders grumbling to the soldier before them, and to go by their fanciful dress they were most certainly nobility of some sort. Cyrodiilic if you had to guess.

Their voices become clearer as they draw near. "... completely lost! If I didn't know better, I would say we were given an incompetent escort to keep us from ever reaching Solitude." A man's voice, stern, arrogant, and definitely an Imperial.

"Now dear, I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why we're taking this path. Though I would appreciate if we could stop soon. All this travelling is leaving me quite fatigued." A woman, the other noble on the horse, and another imperial, though her hair was ginger as opposed to the typical darker shades of humans from Cyrodiil. She speaks in a much softer tone, but not a shade less arrogant.

There's a heavy sigh from the soldier leading them, another woman. Based on the bulk of her stature she could have been a Nord, but her accent sounds Cyrodiilic just like the other two - though of a commoner rather than wealth. "I've told you already, we need to keep to out of the way roads to avoid Stormcloak ambushes. This wouldn't be an issue if you had requested a larger escort."

The man harrumphs. "A larger escort would just get in the way of my wife and I enjoying our honeymoon properly. Now, do as my wife requests, take us to the nearest inn so we may rest. Preferably one in a Hold capital, the one near Helgen was far too common for our liking."

The imperial soldier sighs again and was about to respond, before halting, seeing you ahead on the road. She holds up a hand, although the nobles don't halt, trotting past her until they spot you as well.

"Move along, nothing to see here." Morth says, sternly, while Doria moans behind her, rolling her lips over your cock as she lets out passionate, soft sounds of delight as she gets another inch into her, starting to give you access to her throat. Her spit drips from her chin and onto her tits as they sway beneath her motion, moving her head along back and forth to take in more of your throbbing cockmeat.

The noble man, who you can now see to be older than his newly wed wife by a good decade and balding prematurely, scoffs at the sight of you, turning his head away. His wife, however, flushes, clearly shocked and surprised by what she sees, but also a little intrigued as she shifts somewhat on her seated stance on the horse.

"By the Eight, what is happening here! What monstrous part of the province have you taken us to? Come along, lets be out of here at-"

"Not so fast, dear." the noble woman interjects, biting the corner of her lip. "We wanted to fight a place to rest, correct. Perhaps these locals can provide directions to the nearest hold capital."

"What? You can't seriously expect us to ask directions from these... savages!"

Doria seemed utterly oblivious to the argument happening mere feet away from her, instead focusing on moaning around your cock, pumping her hands up and down the considerable length that she was yet to fit in her mouth as her throat opened up for you to be able to slide more of your spit covered dick into her.

The Imperial Soldier

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The Noble Woman

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[Ze Blitzkrieg]

If she had expected anything from her morning journey, Urzula certainly hadn't expected to see Cyrodil's finest wandering the back roads of Falkreach. She had met a few members of the aristocracy during her time with the legion, usually occupying positions of high command or depending on the legions to help police their holdings back in the Empire. To see two nobles with such little guard, so far from home? She almost felt bad for their escort. The werewolf they had done battle with earlier was a hard fought match for two orcish warriors, one of whom was a veteran of the legion. How a single soldier would have fared against it and its pack, she could only imagine. Not that she wanted to imagine much more than the pair of sweet, soft lips wrapped around her member. She continued to coax sweet Doria ever more, even as the duo and their escort came all the closer. She chuckled at Morth's sterness; she certainly took her duties seriously, even if she was made somewhat less imposing as a sentry in her tattered dress.

"Hold, Morth. They aren't Stormcloaks. We've nothing to worry about from them," She offered to her companion, giving the three newcomers a wave with the hand she wasn't using to encourage the Nord between her thighs, "You've caught me in the middle of some... interesting business. Apologies."

She couldn't help but catch the interested gaze of the red head as she took them in. She couldn't blame the poor woman. Who could resist taking a voyeuristic peek at such a sight? A fine Nord woman on her knees, generous curves exposed for all to see, throating a massive orc cock right along a mountain trail. She certainly wasn't bad looking herself; maybe, if she was lucky, she could get a little taste of something green before continuing on with her husband. Urzula could send Solitude two orc seeded women before heading back to Shurkul, as a token of her esteem. Maybe even three, if the legionnaire was the type to cut loose when she was off duty.

"I'd be happy to guide you folks to the nearest hold. We're headed to Falkreach ourselves. Why don't you water your horses in that stream over there while I, ah, finish up? There's a lycanthrope prowling about, so it's not the safest to go off on your own," She explained, pumping her hips ever so slightly in tandem with Doria's motions, "Usually takes a while to get me off, so you may as well get comfortable."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The Imperial Soldier moved between you and the people on the horse, a hand falling to the hilt of her weapon. Though you weren't presenting yourselves as threats, you and Morth were clearly very strong warriors, even if Morth wasn't dressed the part at the moment, and she wouldn't be doing her duty as a legionnaire if she let her guard down around you so easily. Though her eyes had a hard time pulling away from the sight of your throbbing cock plunging in and out of Doria's plump lips, a slight flush coming to her cheeks much like with the other Imperial even if she hid her interest a bit better.

"See, Lorinus, they're willing and able to help. We are visitors here, maybe we should keep an open mind about the locals... even if their customs aren't... what we expected." the noble woman says, her tongue poking out briefly to lick at her bottom lip as she admired the veins of your hard cock.

Lorinus sighed, pressing his hand to his forehead and rubbing it tensely. "Palatia, dear, surely we can't take the risk. This might be some kind of... perverse shakedown that we've stumbled across. We should move on and see if we come across a town before we have to cross these mountains."

"Sir," the soldier speaks up, clearing her throat. "If what this woman says is true, then it would be unwise for us to continue on this road without company. One escort alone is not enough to reliably fend off a lycanthrope. I cannot guarantee your safety. We should detour to Falkreath and take a safer road from there. And... once again I strongly advise... hire a more significant escort."

Lorinus scoffs at the soldiers advice, but a few whispered words from Palatia has him relax his shoulders and nod along, albeit begrudgingly. "Very well... be done with your... business as soon as possible. We will make way to Falkreath together."

He leads his horse over to the stream, though the soldier stands guard watching you and Morth closely... and occasionally finding herself distracted by the thrusting of your hips driving your cock through Doria's lips.

Doria, perhaps because you had spoken, seemed somewhat aware that something was happening, though didn't seem to notice that new people had arrived. Still, aware that your attention had flickered from her for a moment she had picked up the pace. Whether to draw your attention back to her or to quicken her pace so the job was finished before whatever you had noticed arrived was unclear, but as she bobs at a quicker pace you notice her eyes cross cutely as your cock strikes the back and her throat and slides down with every pump of your hips.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Urzula found herself content with the newcomer's decision; although, even if she hadn't been, Doria's efforts to satisfy her would have certainly been all the consolation she needed. The sweet little Nord must not have liked her attention drifting away for a few transient moments, and had picked up the pace of her dutiful service to try and wrest it back. It certainly worked. The chief redirected her gaze to the pretty blonde, licking her lips as she watched inch after inch of her thick, veiny shaft disappear between plump, spit slick lips. She couldn't fault the legionnaire or her charge for being interested in such a perverse sight. Watching rivets of drool drip down onto the big, heavy tits beneath, the way her eyes crossed, the feeling of her soft hands pumping wetly up and down. She had meant to be easy on the poor woman, to give her time to adjust, but there was something about having an audience that just... got her going!

Just knowing that there were other good looking women watching, barely able to hide the flush on their cheeks, undoubtedly wondering what it'd be like to be on the receiving end themselves set a fire in her belly. Defiling the merchant despite her belonging to a man was one thing, but to catch the eye of a haughty Cyrodilite while her husband stood only feet away. To be able to show her, and her big tough legionnaire bodyguard, and cute little Morth what it was like to see a real chief take her rights? She found her hips pumping forward with ever greater vigor despite herself, her heavy hand keeping Doria right where she needed to be as she forced ever more of her length into the tight, wet recesses of the Nord's throat. With her other hand, she gripped at the hem of her shirt and hiked it up, exposing the strong, hard lines of her stomach and the heft of her tits to her makeshift audience, so that they might better enjoy the show.

"That's it... Good girl. Mmhh... Relax your throat. Let it in. Take it for me... Show this big orc cock how much you love it," She rumbled sweetly, her eyes darting up to the Imperials for a time to gauge how they'd react to a little dirty talk, "It's bigger than your husband's. Better than your husband's. It deserves better than he'll ever get. So give it everything you've got. Work for this cum! This strong orcish seed!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

The slow, gentle introduction Doria had to your cock has done wonders to prepare her for what's next. With your shaft lathered to the point of shining with her spit and her throat finally starting to relax and adjust to your size plunging into it, you found less resistance than expected as you forced more of your length into her. Her eyes shoot wide open from the sensation and she gags around the hefty few inches more that were suddenly thrust within her, but her throat gives to the force of your cock and lets you enjoy more of her body. She doesn't object in the slightest to your words, if anything she even seemed to try to nod around your cock as you deepthroated her for all these newcomers to see. With more of your length entering her mouth with each thrust, her hands leave your cock and place themselves on your hips. Whether she needed the stability, or her mind just couldn't comprehend stroking your cock and receiving so much of it down her throat at the same time, it didn't matter. What mattered was to all who observed, it seemed like the plump Nord was trailing her hands around your thighs in an almost worshipful manner as you took what you wanted from her mouth.

The nobles had dismounted their horse so as to lead it to water, and your words struck a particular nerve in Lorinus who looked over his shoulder towards you. "Goodness, what barbarism. To think a married woman was allowing herself to be treated as such. Perhaps my business partners were right about how uncivil these lands were. Stay close, Palatia. We may need their company to travel safely for now, but who knows what we might catch just by standing too near them."

He turns his attention back towards the stream, eager to get you out of his mind, though his wife settles herself elegantly against a nearby tree, watching intently at your dominance over Doria. She lifts one hand up to cover her chin, lightly nibbling on her pinkie as her eyes flick across your body, before her gaze affixes to yours. She smirks, not desiring to even feign embarrassment over the situation and holds your gaze. She wants you to know she's interested.

The soldier isn't quite the mischievous minx that her charge is and her eyes go wide at the brutal display of domination before her. Going by the flush to her cheeks and her heavy breathing, she was on some level enjoying the show presented, and she can't keep herself from admiring your muscular form and the shake of your breasts as you thrust into Doria's mouth. She still seems more shocked by the overall situation than aroused, however... though that's how Doria started too and the evidence of how that went was plain as day between your legs.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The tightness of a hot, wet throat clinging to her shaft worsened the fires building in Urzula's belly significantly. Oblivion, it was a miscarriage of justice that such a dedicated cocksucker ended up with a man so apparently inadequate. Doria had taken well to servicing her, allowing her to pump her heavy length down into the deepest parts of her throat and beyond. The soft, worshipful hands gliding across her thighs told her everything she needed to know about how the Nord felt of such treatment, and so she made little efforts to slow down, rocking her hips forward such that she could sate the growing need in her loins to spill the fat, heavy ropes of cum that undoubtedly filled her balls. She wasn't entirely lost to her rut, though; she was kind enough to give the poor woman time to breathe and recover between hurried pumps. She had known the pleasure of both giving and receiving deep, long blowjobs, and so was more than willing to accommodate her newly found spear polisher.

Occasionally pulling back so that Doria might suck in the necessary air through her nose, she followed each respite by sheathing herself with a long, determined stroke that found itself followed by quicker, shallower ones. As she claimed more and more of the untouched territory that was her lover's gullet, she could feel her weighty balls swinging forward like a pendulum, brushing the chin of her sweet blonde cocksucker. It was a lovely feeling, and an even better sight, one which was rivaled only by the flirtatious look she received from Palatia. With one hand, she pantomimed pulling down an invisible dress, gesturing to the naughty noble that she wished to take advantage of her husband's ignorance and be given a show in return for her efforts. She didn't seem quite as busty as Doria or Morth, but smaller, perkier breasts had an appeal all their own, especially on such a dignified beauty. Would that she indulged in such a request, Urzula was certain the thrill would only hurry her along on her path of conquest, as much as the bigger, softer tits brushing against her knees would as her rutting carried on.

How long it took was a matter she cared not for. Every moment spent with her cock inside a woman was a moment well spent. She might have even stretched things out, carefully timing her thrusts so that she didn't grow too close to the precipice of release before she was good and satisfied. Her staying power was such that she rarely had to worry about losing her load too soon; if anything, it was quite the contrary, with those of lesser constitution wearing themselves thin before she could find a powerful, satisfying release. She wasn't quite sure where Doria, soft city girl that she was, stood on such a scale. The merchant had done well enough in pleasing her, though, and so as appealing as stretching things out to further impress the crowd sounded, she chose to bring herself to the edge all the faster, if only to spare the Nord an even sorer jaw on the morrow.

"Oh, Malacath... I'm close. You feel it, don't you? You can feel it getting bigger. Feel those big, heavy balls getting fuller. Mmmh, fuck! Here it comes. Get ready, love. Get... Ohhhblivion! Fuck!"

Just because the act was coming to an end didn't mean she couldn't display a little showmanship, of course. She placed both her hands on Doria's head, holding her in place firmly as she rutted up against the Nord's face, letting her throat bulge with the fast, constant barrage of thrusts. Her hard, taut stomach rippled as she felt her release come down on her like a hammer, and she bellowed loudly and proudly, her voice echoing off the trees and mountains around them in a deep, resonant roar of conquest. Her shaft swelled and throbbed hard in the confines of the blonde's throat, and only once it had bucked three or four times did the first stream of her thick, sticky cum erupt down her throat. She rocked herself forward with every rope, emptying herself for what felt like a blissful eternity, her eyes locked firmly on the woman who had brought her such pleasure. When she felt herself winding down, she kept her grip on Doria's golden locks, pulling the merchant back so that she could withdraw herself entirely, strands of cum and saliva connecting her bulbous head to the plump pink lips that had so dutifully welcomed it.

It throbbed mightily a few more times, several more streams firing across her face and hair. One hand left her head to grip at the spit slick shaft, and pump it a few more times, easing the last handful of ropes out of the gaping slit at her tip and onto the generous cleavage offered below. By the time only heavy droplets remained, Urzula had painted the blonde from forehead to sternum in her pearly white seed, and only then did she release her, stepping back to admire her work and, as a quick glance towards the treeline indicated, to let the voyeurs admire the still proud shaft standing between her legs.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Though her smirk widens at your gesture, Palatia decides to be a different kind of tease, wagging her finger slowly at you. Her interest was apparent, but she wasn't playing along at your whim. Though you're sure later you would find out just how she wanted to enjoy you... or you could find an opportunity to put her in her place and enjoy her when and how you wanted. Though you don't see her tits yet, the lustful looks she keeps giving you are plenty enough to stir the fire in your loins as you plough the face of the merchant between your legs.

Doria takes your release as well as anyone with her limited experience could. She gulps down your seed until her mouth is overflowing with it, your potent release no doubt more then she knew possible for anyone to let loose in one load - let alone the rest you were about to anoint her with quite messily. Her first few moments kneeling in the sticky covering you left her with are just spent gulping down your spunk before Doria can finally gasp for air. And even then she has to swallow again soon after as dollops of your thick seed fall from around her lips and onto her tongue. Once she does, she collapses forward, resting her cheek on your thigh and tits against your knees as she leans against you to keep herself from falling on the ground. "You were right..." she murmurs out, voice raspy at first, but after another swallow she speaks clearer once again. "Everything you said... completely right. You're bigger... better... more worthy. It's like you're divine." she gives the testicles you had just emptied over her face and tits a big smooch while your cock rubs itself against her shoulder and tits. "It's like you're divine... Gods forgive me, I just can't resist you."

"You would be a Daedra worshipper as well, Orsimer. That would make sense of these vile acts then. Foul Daedra worship no doubt." Lorinus sneers, having returned from the river to witness the bountiful seed you had left upon Doria.

Palatia rests a hand on her husband's shoulder, gently squeezing it. "Come now, dear, you expect too much from these savages." she says. "They aren't to know better."

He takes to her words well and starts to calm down, though you wonder how well he would take them if he knew the provocative looks she had been giving you all while his back was turned.

This discussion seems to finally alert Doria to the presence of others nearby and she lifts her head up, wiping cum from her face so she could look around clearly. If she weren't red faced from the deepthroating already, she would have flushed scarlet at the sight of three more people having gathered around - especially given at least two of them seemed to be of high standing. Her mouth hung agape and she buried her face against your thigh, hiding herself against you, finding comfort in your closeness.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The words of the nobleman, Lorinus, might have earned Urzula's ire, had she not just emptied her balls down the throat of her pleasantly plump companion moments before. She stroked her fingers through the embarrassed merchant's golden locks, giving a soft chuckle at how shy she seemed to act once she had found herself once more. She supposed the Nords had always been a tad more conservative about such matters, and the Imperials even more so. A merciful lover if not a particularly gentle one, she reached for the water skin hanging from her undone belt, and pulled it free so offer it to the blonde between her legs.

"Here, sweet thing. Wash your face and get yourself sorted. I'll handle these folks," She cooed soothingly, going about the business of flicking the last drooling strands of cum from her tip before stuffing her spit-slick member back into her breeches. Once she herself had managed to get clothed once more, she buckled her belt and gestured for Morth to stand watch over Doria; perhaps her sister's bulky frame could provide some small comfort to the thoroughly exposed merchant in her absence.

"Alright, now that that's all done with, I suppose introductions are in order. I am Urzula gra-Shurkul, chief of nearby Shurkul Hold. This is my sister-in-arms, Morth gra-Shurkul, and the wonderful woman cleaning up is Doria Goldthread. Might I know the honor of your names? We'll be sharing the road for at least a day, maybe more."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Doria takes the waterskin graciously, shrinking behind you as you turn to address the Imperials. Morth heads on over to her, ushering her back a few paces. "Come on now, lets get you cleaned up." she murmurs, standing between her and the newcomers to offer her some privacy.

From the look on his face, Lorinus is still appalled at the notion of even sharing this stretch of road with you and his look of incredulity only increases as you speak. "A chief! My word, the people here really are-"

For his own wellbeing, his wife interjects. "Always so full of surprises. The last thing we expected was to stumble across a... chief of an Orc hold just by the road side. Its eye-opening, really. Makes it clear that we really do need to travel more." with covering for her husband out of the way, she steps forward to make do with proper introductions. She pinches the corners of her dress and curtsies, bowing her head with a sly smile as she does so. "I am Countess Palatia Astus, and this is my darling husband Count Lorenius. It is a pleasure to meet you, Urzula gra-Shurkul."

No introduction is offered for the guard who stands by their side. Perhaps they don't think to include her in the conversation or simply do not know her name. Doria was clearly still listening in as you hear her mutter "Oh goodness, a count and countess of all people... and they saw me like... this..." Out of the corner of your eye you catch the appetising sight of her tits glossy and wet from their cleaning as she starts trying to put them away again and do back up her dress. Eventually she tidies herself up enough to return to your side, handing back your waterskin as she does so with a quiet "Thank you."

She turns her attention back to the Imperial nobles, her cheeks flushing red once more as she sees their gazes affix back at her. "Er... um... sorry about the... ah... you seeing all that. I was just..." she glances back at you, though the glance lingers and risks turning into a longing stare. "I was just... giving Urzula her rightful reward, both for her dutiful service as a legionnaire, and for saving my life from a werewolf."

"You were a legionnaire?" the guard asks, perking up now. "For how long did you serve?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

It wasn't strictly true; of the two of them, Urzula only really found herself glad to see Palatia, and only half because she proved to be easy on the eyes and at least relatively interested in having a quick rut. Her husband proved to be the typical Imperial noble, haughty and overly proud. She had dealt with his sort before, although now the power dynamic was different. No longer did she have to serve such unworthy masters. A fate that the fine looking legionnaire before her was not yet released from, unfortunate as it was. She looped her arm around Doria, resting her hand against the fullness of the merchant's bottom, which she squeezed in thanks for the praise. Having someone to vouch for your valor always helped in ingratiating yourself to others.

"I was. I served for eight years with the Fifteenth. Ended up turning down an offer to re-sign when my contract came up. My hold needed me more than the Empire did," She explained, deciding to offer the dutiful soldier the dignity of being addressed as an equal rather than a servant, "What legion do you serve? When you aren't escorting our... esteemed company."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"The Seventh. Its possible we may have even served together in the past. Ordinarily I would joke that an Orc shoving their cock down a Nord's throat would make you easy to remember, but we both know what life was like in the Legion barracks. Though I can't say I remember any female Orcs being the ones to do the shoving." she seems to be more at ease around you and steps forward to offer her hand. "Gemana. Always an honour to meet a fellow legionnaire. Even if you left that life behind to follow other duties, you still served and that's what matters."

Lorinus doesn't seem all too pleased that his trusted guard is now getting along with the Orc he so clearly despises and clears his throat to try and draw attention back to him. "Well, wonderful, now that we're all acquainted, and we all have our clothes on, why don't we get a move on. If there is a lycanthrope around these parts, then I don't see how staying put makes us any safer."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Urzula made little effort to hide her chuckle at the legionnaire's comments.

"Yeah? Well, maybe we can get you a little more accustomed to some shoving before we part ways."

Of course, as much as she wished to flirt with a good looking soldier, there were other matters to attend to. Matters that seemed quite intent on making themselves repeatedly known. She feigned politeness as she turned to address the haughty nobleman with his obvious disdain.

"I wouldn't worry too much about the lycan in the immediate. We managed to cut him up quite bad, and Morth gave him a good kick to the stones. He'll be licking his wounds for at least a few hours," She explained, although there was sense in at least getting a move on. While the immediate danger was gone, they still needed to get Morth checked over by a healer before too much time had gone. To that end, she turned back towards her own makeshift company, hoping that Doria had at least gotten herself presentable enough to move.

"Gather up, girls. We'll head off with these three until Falkreath. And Doria, sweet thing, if that pack gets to be too much, hand it off to me. Wouldn't want to slow our illustrious company down."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Gemana blushes at your forward comment, though after a flicker of surprise a smirk does come to her lips. "A bold one, aren't you? Guess they don't say 'no' to you often at that stronghold of yours." She glances over towards Lorinus out of the corner of her eye, biting her tongue at the reminder he was present. You suspect she would have engaged you with more playful banter were her charge not present, but for now she had to maintain some level of professionalism, and so kept the conversation short.

Doria was already letting out a few grunts of exertion as she hefted her pack onto her back once more, though at your offer she returns to looking up at you with adoration filling her eyes. "Are you sure? I... I usually travel with my cart. I'll... I'll take the tent off and a few things I can carry, but if you can handle the rest that'll be a great help." She swings her pack back off, removing a few things that she can carry on her person before handing the rest off to you. She leans in close as she does so, looking up into your eyes as she does so, her own growing quite wide. "I promise to make it up to you when we make camp." she whispers, her cheeks flushing at her promise of continued infidelity, though with the way she were to look at you now any bystander would assume you to be her newlywed and not some merchant halfway across the province.

Lorinus isn't too pleased with your tone, though his wife keeps him quiet and civil for now. The two of them mount their horse once more and follow along the rest of you at a steady trot. With your journey underway you're free to spend time conversing with any particular member of your now much larger group if you desired to get to know any of them better. Though any conversation with Palatia would unfortunately have to include Lorinus as well given how they shared a horse.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

While the day had been full of surprise encounters and some less than enjoyable company, Urzula found herself refreshed as the makeshift party took to the roads again. It certainly helped that, with one glaring exception, she found herself in the company of no less than four beautiful women, at least one of whom she had emptied herself into, and would undoubtedly have the opportunity to do so again once camp was made. As fine a beauty as Doria was, however, she couldn't help but ponder whether or not she would enjoy the same luxury with some of the others among their number.

The legionnaire seemed, at the very least, willing to indulge her flirtations, once she could get away from her employers and let her hair down a little. That much she could respect; while she had spent no shortage of time clapping ass with the legion, she made sure not to let her hungers overtake her while attending her duties. Then there was Palatia, the fiery little minx who had spent the afternoon showering her with lusty looks. There would be something obscenely satisfying in putting the haughty noblewoman in her place, face down into the furs and screaming for her Gods. It sure seemed as though that was the state of affairs she desired, perhaps as an act of rebellion, a scandalous little fling with a foreign savage that she could take pleasure in for years to come, even as her husband failed in his duties to bring her bliss. She'd need to think of a way to get rid of the ornery older man, if only so she could indulge in the two Imperial beauties that made his company.

But there was one among them that she didn't need to put all that much work into. Morth had been dutifully quiet for much of their travels, and she found herself wondering whether or not it'd be wise to get to know her a little better. She had been just a spratling when Urzula had marched off to see the wider world. Now that she had returned, little Morth had come into her own. She idly wondered whether or not her half-sister would follow in her footsteps, now that she too was of age. Part of her found the idea disappointing. It was unfair to deny her kin the same opportunity she had enjoyed, true, but Shurkul needed every able bodied warrior it could get. More important, Morth was loyal. Perhaps most damning of all, she was also certainly the new chief's type, and she'd have been lying if she said that the werewolf hadn't done her a small service in shedding the she-orc's bulkier armor for finer, more revealing fabrics.

Perhaps getting to know her wasn't a bad idea after all.

"So, Morth," She began, walking just a little closer so she needn't call out to have conversation, "How's Skyrim so far? A good fight, a nice show, and a bunch of lovely Imperials to follow you around. Is it everything you'd hoped for? Or need we find a dragon to slay to make it live up to the stories?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

The tightness of Morth's clothes helps to highlight her strong form and prominent bust, the fabric threatening to tear further in its attempts to contain her even as all she did was maintain a steady pace along the road. She's large enough you could envision her rivalling or even surpassing Lagtha's prostiguous bust, so large as to be the pride of the previous chieftain, should Morth have a few babies put into her. Yet as youthful and fit as she was, they were firm enough to stand as proudly as the warrior boasting them. The clothing she had been forced to wear offered little in the way of proper support, more likely to buckle under the weight of her breasts than contain them, and torn enough already to give Morth an uncharacteristically low neckline, so with each of Morth's steady strides, her cleavage gave a bounce that would draw the eye of even the most stalwart of observers.

"A good fight, though not of the kind I would have expected." Morth says, looking at the remains of hear equipment solemnly. "But it will make a fine story to tell, that's for sure. Striking a beast of Hircine in its balls. I'm sure hearing that will go down well with any chiefs looking to make me their bride." She turns to you with a smirk. "If you see any dragons, let me know. Though maybe let me get some rest first. And you seem quite taken with our company yourself." she lowers her voice a little, though there isn't too much risk of the others overhearing, engaged in small conversations with each other as they are. "I take it you're already planning to bed each of the women we're with before we reach Falkreath, sister. How many more 'nice shows' are you planning on giving me?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Urzula laughed a little, though she made sure not to do so too hard, lest she draw the attention of the others.

"I suppose it's rather obvious. I'll have the Nord tonight, that much is for certain, and I'm sure the noise will have the other two all the more excited for what lies in their future," She boasted, although she couldn't quite pass up the opportunity to tease her dearest sister over it, "Why? Do you not enjoy watching your chief taking her rights? Or are you trying to tell me you'd like to watch less and partake more, hmm? I saw the way you flushed earlier when I said I'd make your take her place. You don't have to hide it."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Morth flushed and cast her eyes away. "Sister..." she gasped out, the warrior that screamed down a werewolf now flustered by your teasing words. "I... uh..." she seemed at a loss for words, trying to find some retort to give her some more steady footing in the conversation, but none came. "I hoped to prove myself as a warrior to you." she eventually manages after clearing he throat. "In fact it has weighed on my mind a great deal during every fight. You're something of an inspiration to me, a woman that rose not just as a warrior but as a leader among Shurkul. I hope to prove myself a worthy warrior to have by your side and I will be your shield in any fight."

She casts her eyes down to your currently covered crotch and swallows, eventually caving enough to add "But I would be lying if observing what other ways you were... most impressive... didn't invoke ideas of serving you in other ways." She pulls her gaze away and affixes it ahead. "But I wish to establish myself as a warrior before I entertain the notion. I don't wish to indulge any ideas about what good I'd be as anyone's shield-wife. I want you to see how valuable I am as a warrior at your command, and not be traded off for other warriors from another hold." She goes quiet for a moment, lowering her head submissively. "Though I understand that is ultimately your decision, my chief."

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Perk Learned:
Eager to Impress: Morth performs better when fighting in the presence of Urzula.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Urzula clucked her tongue softly. She halted her progress down the mountain trail, turning so she could face Morth head on. Though she was the chief of an orcish tribe, and a mighty warrior besides, she reached out for the younger orc's face with all the gentleness of an older sister, cupping at cheek and redirecting her gaze.

"You do not need to stress yourself over impressing me, sweet girl. It's only been a few days since we've met again, and you've already proven yourself a loyal, ferocious warrior. I have every confidence that you'll continue to exceed my expectations in the days and years to come," She told her, keeping her voice low and sincere. Despite being just old enough to call herself a proper member of the tribe, Morth had followed her fearlessly into the fray against a mighty beast, and had supported her against her brothers when they sought to deny her rule. The chief could only think of her fondly, even before she considered the very... generous figure that Malacath had blessed her with.

But she couldn't quite forget about that, especially with how sexually charged things had become between them during their brief little adventure. The sincerity of her smile faltered just a little, but only to reveal the clear desire she held for her half-sister.

"I'll respect your wishes, just as I respect your skill as a warrior, Morth. But, if you ever get curious about what it'd be like, to be one of my women? I'll make however much time is necessary to show you just how blissful a shield-wife's duties can be. You need only say the word."

With that, she gave the younger orc's cheek a little squeeze, and turned back to the trail. They couldn't be having too many tender moments with such illustrious company. Not unless she wanted to hear more bellyaching along the way.