Far From Warmer Sands [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"With pleasure!"

It's about all that Rorik can growl out as he plunges himself ever deeper into your tight rear end, his mauling hands continuing to ravage your tits between strong fingers. Your sex, thoroughly soaked from a night of sexually charged drinking, help to provide a wonderful backdrop to the deep, hungry groans your supple form coaxes from the Nords. Every time they throw their hips up to fill you, their balls clap against your with a wet, satisfying 'plap', a steady staccato of lewd clapping that not even your soft fur can muffle completely. They're quite ravenous with you, pinning you between them and rutting up against you like it's the only thing keeping them alive. It's a wild, hungry thing, evidenced by the way they manhandled your form, Sven going as far as to bite the sensitive skin around your collarbone, though not so hard as to do more than provide a sharp, surprisingly little shock. He's quick to lap away at the velvety fuzz after, kissing and sucking at it to soothe it in his hungry, fuck-drunk way.

It's hard to keep track of time in such a state, suspended in the air, being pounded in both your holes by two well-hung, well-built Nords until your juices have soaked their thighs and dripped onto the cobbles below. While your hurried coupling had, at first, been wild and animal in nature, either luck or a desire to make good on their word to make you scream eventually tempers the pace. Every time Sven thrusts himself up into you, so does Rorik, filling you completely and in sync with one another. For all their differences in the tavern, it seems as though they've managed a level of teamwork in their pursuit of hearing your erotic yowls fill the quiet night air just as well as the coupling of your sexes had.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Deep in the tumult of their rut, Kharaya still manages to ply her craft through the thronging pleasure that pounded away at her from within and without. Not her new craft of the silver tongue and keen eye, but old of sensual dances and erotic mastery. With a rhythmic sway she rocked her hips in a wave that rippled up her midriff, adopting the motions of a belly dance to shift her weight back and forth across the two cocks that spread her open at the same time.

This one knows what the Nords want from her, and she gives it to them willingly. Feeling their cocks drive a bundle of heat and ecstasy up from her core, her mouth parts little my little in a silent gasp as she feels the warmth climb within her. Like a kiss from the sands of home, the heat trickles its way up, pushed on by the pounding within her holes, until it breaks free from her lungs and escapes out her open mouth - shattering her silence with a loud, lusty yowl.

Her insides clench tightly on the Nords within her, as if attempting to stop them from drawing out of Kharaya too quickly as she finds herself reaching her climax atop of them. Her free leg kicks in the air before returning to dangling while her hands slide across the shoulders of both men, trying to find grip without scratching them too badly. Kharaya is a professional, however, and draws deep of the cold Skyrim air, now hot with the breath of her two drinking companions, and continues her motions, eager to let them achieve as glorious a climax as she has had, and not at all objecting to the possibility of them making her cum even more.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As you clench and strain between them, the duo come to a temporary halt, if only so that they might sheath themselves inside you entirely and enjoy the sensation of your walls milking their members for all they were worth. It is the briefest of respites, one filled with heated, hurried pants and hungry groans. Your body never stops, gyrating between them to coax out more of their arduous rutting, and to that end you are quite successful. The thrusting, having slowed, picks up once more once more, and you soon find yourself assailed by the sweet, toe-curling sensation that accompanies each heavy, coordinated pump. To the credit of these northerners, they manage to hold out quite well, even against your sensuous body. Perhaps it can be attributed to the alcohol in their bodies helping to numb them, or to the fact you had helped unload their heavy balls while still in the tavern, but it's certainly nothing to be upset by. You're given more time to savor the feeling of being serviced and servicing as one, knowing that your carefully honed craft offers them bliss scarcely experienced in a lusty, drunken fuck behind an inn, and enjoying the lavish attention of two sturdy men with a flattering hunger for your body and your pleasure.

The heat of your climax has little time to die down, stoked ever on by the powerful, practiced strokes that Sven and Rorik send rippling through your body. Every time they bottom up, the feeling burns through your like so much fire, the pressure build and build. You can feel the climax building in each of them in turn, your training making you well acquainted to the way a man begins to swell when he feels himself preparing to spill his seed. But they're good men for all their boasting, holding themselves back from the blissful agony of a well earned climax so that they might manage to bring another from you first. And when that climax arrives, and your holes tense rhythmically against them, the bulwark holding them back shatters.

It's impossible to say which one cums first, given the hurried, almost instinctual rutting they begin when they feel your resolve beginner to falter. Sven snarls into your neck, burying his face into your throat to muffle himself as his thick Nord cock throbs to life inside you, ropes of hot, sticky cum filling your deepest parts, his balls pulsing against your lips as he sheaths himself entirely. Rorik is nosier, for he broke away from one of the many heated kisses you had shared throughout your coupling so that he might hear the sweetness of your voice, and thus let his own be known, deep, heavy grunts that coincided with each throb of his member, painting your bowels with his seed as he settles his groin up against the wide curve of your ass, rocking into you until he's managed to drain himself entirely.

[Lazy Kitsune]

As the final climax passes, Kharaya rests her head back against Rorik's chest and lets out a raspy purr as she feels her insides fill with a sticky warmth. She enjoys the feeling of both of them pumping their seed into her, letting hot Nord cum fill both her holes as she sank her body onto their cocks, still swimming in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Kharaya thinks she is very fond of Whiterun..." she murmurs, nuzzling her cheek up against Rorik's chest before she leans up to kiss him once more and then pulls away to move her lips to give Sven similar attention. "Kharaya feels it is fair to say both men are more than capable of making Karaya very noisy. This one does not see any losers to this competition."

She stays between them, catching her breath and panting heavily, sharing kisses and not making a move to disentangle herself from between them until they were satisfied enough to withdraw from her depths and let her feet touch the floor in the first time since they began this rut. "Kharaya believes some more mead was offered. Kharaya would very much like to take it back, the other Khajiit will be interested to taste of the drink that left their leader so... happy in the company of the locals. Hmm~ Though there is no need to rush of you are enjoying Kharaya's warmth still some more."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The men take their time, both to catch their breaths and perhaps enjoy your closeness for ever longer; many a kiss and groping touch are exchanged as the three of your come down from your collective high. When the time comes to pull free, you can feel the sticky warmth of their seed dripping free from both your holes, splattering against the cobbles in thick rivets as they gingerly bring you down, your paws making contact with the cold ground below. Sven in the first once to speak up, doing so while he tries to clean his member with a rag.

"Aye, you'll have your mead. I'm a man of my word," He says, eventually giving up on the efforts to clean himself, given the load already staining his trousers. Instead, his hands go to his belt, and you hear the familiar sound of coin jingling. He fishes out what looks to be quite a heavy purse of gold, from which he shakes a solid handful of the coins.

"Should be enough for your whole convoy. Just ask the serving girl from earlier; she'll set you up," He tells you, handing you what must be close to one hundred septims, "I'd order it myself, but I should go and... clean up. You've made quite a mess of me, though I can't say I would mind making another with you some time."

"The sentiment is mirrored," Rorik offers from behind, having apparently fixed himself to the best of his ability, his cock at least tucked away, "If you've ever need for strength of arms, you're welcome to visit Jorvaskr. The lads there would love you. Some of the lasses too, aye."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya enjoys the slow come down from their coupling, enjoying the shared kisses and touches as much as the Nords did, even if the groping threatened to encourage an encore of their performance. Kharaya does not know if she would object to a second round, given how satisfied the first round had left her. As her feet find the ground again though, and the men withrdraw from her, leaving their seed to spill from both her holes before they clenched tight at the feeling of absence the cocks left behind, Kharaya joined the men in tidying herself up - though she had a little more trouble than they did at standing steadily. Once her legs were strong enough to hold her still properly, she began to slip on her panties once again, keeping any more excess cum from dripping out in a telling trail behind her on her way out of the town.

"And likewise. Kharaya would welcome you personally should you come to visit the caravan. This one is certain she can satisfy you in business just as well as she has in pleasure." Kharaya says as she puts her tits away again for the second time that night. She takes the coin from Sven, her eyes going wide and being handed such a large amount in one go. Perhaps once she has more experience as a merchant it will not seem like so much, but it was certainly more than Kharaya would ever be handed personally before after laying with a client. "This one thanks you. The other Khajiit will be eager to taste the mead Kharaya will return with." she says with a bow of her head.

She gives both men a kiss before she leaves, a polite one on their cheek, and sashays away back into the inn to seek out the serving girl from before to sort out the mead for the caravan.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As you make your way back inside, you're given a few appreciative whistles and catcalls from the folks inside, apparently having either heard, or intuited what you and the strong young men you headed off with had gotten up to. You manage to find the serving girl with relative ease; as the evening went on, several of those who had been there when you arrived had either gotten off to a room together, and stumbled out into the night for a little merrymaking of their own. She gives you a polite smile when you ask for mead, although her eyes widen somewhat when you present the small mountain of coins that Sven handed off to you.

"Divines, you'll need a crate for that much mead. Where are you headed? I could help you carry it if you need; my shift will be ending soon enough," She offers, a kind thing indeed, given how tipsy the mead you've already consumed proves to be. The camp is quite a ways away, though, all the way outside the walls... although there was a certain appeal to bringing Bakhum not only a case of sweet mead, but a dusky beauty to share it with. You could not say for sure whether or not the Redguard would be as willing to share a tent with yourself and your bold protector, of course, but having laid with the huge, powerful warrior so many times over the years, you were certain she would not come to regret the choice, should you decide to invite her to share the fun.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya was used to much of this sort of attention from her performances as a dancer, though receiving it now from the patrons of the Bannered Mare brought a flush to her cheeks. She wouldn't feign shame for her actions, not while she still felt Sven and Rorik's seed still hot in her holes beneath her panties, even if it was somewhat embarrassing for it to be made so readily clear that several of the men currently in the tavern were aware of what she had just done. How could they not be? People three buildings down would suspect a cat in heat was yowling outside their window. She instead smiled politely back at the nearest few of her latest admirers and offered the remaining patrons a curtsey, as if she had just finished a stage show for their evening's entertainment. For disturbing their night, the Nords had taken to her presence rather well given she was an outsider in these lands, though Kharaya had no doubt that warm reception was largely due to these men imagining getting to enjoy her in a similar manner that Rorik and Sven had. This may be an unexpected boon, however. Kharaya wondered if her caravan would be seeing more visits in the days to come from locals curious to see, or perhaps even attempt to impress, the Khajiit that caught their eye and ear at the tavern.

That was to be discussed another time, however. For now she was eager to return to Bakhum, and with as much of this sweet mead as she could take with her. She was excited to share it with her protector, yes, but she also wanted to bring Honningbrew to the attention of her caravan. A local delicacy as popular as this might hold the potential for some profit should Kharaya be able to negotiate with the brewer for a distribution deal to other Holds. Even while being plied with drink and then later with cock, a portion of Kharaya's mind had been affixed on this potential since the moment she first tasted this drink. As it seemed to be a pride of Whiterun, the meadery must be nearby and so would be well worth a visit tomorrow.

It would seem the serving girl was as surprised as Kharaya was with Sven's generosity. Though she showed herself to be similarly generous with her offer to accompany Kharaya to help bring the mead back with her. Given Kharaya's current intoxication, and ever growing anticipation of how Bakhum will react to her returning with the seed of other men within her, it doesn't take long for her mind to drift to thoughts of delivering this woman to Bakhum along with the mead. If Kharaya got to enjoy the company of others while exploring the city, it was only fair Bakhum got some additional attention as a reward for his patience in waiting for her. Of course she would not force the matter if the serving girl was uninterested, but Karaya knew from experience that these things had a way of sorting themselves out to everyone's satisfaction once Bakhum became involved.

"Are you certain? This one would be most grateful to your assistance. This one is staying in a camp just outside the city gates, along the path to the stables. Truthfully, this one would be happy for company along the way back even without a heavy load to carry. She has found herself without the accompaniment she had when she first arrived here, and has had a great deal to drink so far already. Not all Nords are as welcoming of Khajiit as the ones this one drank with today, so a friendly face to talk with on the way back would help ease her mind. And it does not hurt that this friendly face is beautiful, too, yes."

Kharaya smiles after her last comment before bowing her head lightly to introduce herself properly. "This one is called Kharaya. What might your name be?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The serving girl gives you a knowing grin, and a little chuckle besides, when you mention your company would not be returning with you.

"I, uh, got that idea, yes. She's been rather... indisposed," She gestures vaguely to the second floor, and in the lull, you can vaguely make out what high, sweet yowls that carry down the stairs despite attempts to muffle, each following a steady rhythm that you can only imagine isn't being determined by Ranabi. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Zafira. Please, give me a few moments to gather it up and tell the owner, and I'll be right back with you."

She excuses herself politely, and makes for the room behind the counter, leaving you to enjoy the gentle buzz left behind by the mead's sweet taste, the warmth of the hearth near as pleasant as the warmth left between your thighs by your new friends. It had been a rather productive day, all things considered, and with your business plans in mind, the next day could only be even more productive. Perhaps Kharjan would have praise of you when you told him of your ambitions plans to distribute the Honningbrew; you did remember that Yahzin always seemed rather pleased whenever he finished negotiations for such large scale sale of goods. Such celebrations usually resulted in much merriment to be had, and invariably, with you between his sheets, enjoying a long night under his comforting weight.

The fondness of your memories is brought to a close by the sound of jingling. True to her word, the young Redguard returns with a large crate stacked full of bottles. Though counting is quite hard with such pleasant warmth dulling your mind, it must be a dozen or two bottles, all ready to be enjoyed by your company.

"All ready to go when you are. And, don't worry too much about unfriendly faces. I know a few of the nightwatchmen. They'll make sure nothing untoward happens."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I purr and giggle as I tilt my head up and to the side so my ear can catch the sounds of Ranabi's enjoyment more clearer. "This is good to hear. She has been needing to relax for some time now. And it sounds like this one has helped deliver her to quite the stallion if they are still going at it at this pace. This one hopes Ranabi can still walk in the morning." It would seem this trip into town had been a complete success. "Zafira. A beautiful name. This one enjoys saying it. It reminds Kharaya more of home than Nord names, but still has its own exotic taste." Kharaya gives a nod as Zafira leaves to dismiss herself with the owner and deliver Sven's coin.

Waiting for her to return, Kharaya hums to herself sweetly, occasionally listening in on another of Ranabi's sweet purrs of pleasure finding their way down from her room. She has a moment to think back to Yahzin would make plays for profit similar to the one Kharaya was considering, which inevitably leads to thinking about how Kharaya herself would often play a central part in celebrating the success of these business ventures. Now Kharaya was the one making these important decisions. Though hopefully when more sober than she was currently.

With Zafira's return, Kharaya greets her with a warm smile and begins to lead the way out of the Bannered Mare and towards the camp, helping hold the door open for Zafira as she brought the crate of mead through. "Thank you once again for your kindness. Perhaps you can share some of the mead with this one's companions as thanks. Kharaya will always welcome more friendly company around our campfire."

The walk back would provide an opportunity to get to know Zafira better. A friend working in the most popular inn in town would be useful, but it was also a good chance to get some more information about Whiterun, or even just get a sense of how Zafira might react to Bakhum and the potential of spending the night with him. "How have you found working in Whiterun? Kharaya's associates have told her of how the Nords often distrust outsiders, and this one has had unpleasant encounters that testify to this. Did it take much to get comfortably settled among them?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As the two of you walk, Zafira proves to be a rather amicable conversationalist. At your offer to join your little group for a night of drinks, she ponders for a moment, but eventually decides that it'd be a rather pleasant way to unwind after a hard day's work.

"I've never actually visited a Khajit caravan before. I suppose it'll be an enlightening time for both of us," She says sweetly as you make your way through the market, now all but empty, aside from a couple here or there making their way back from the night's merriment. A few even get a little handsy, tucked away from the main roads such that none can see them pawing at each other. None but you, anyway, given the Khajiit's excellent night vision. It certainly adds to the idea that the festival has gotten the population a little looser than usual.

"It was hard at first, I have to admit," Your companion begins when you ask how hard it had been to settle in, "Nords are a suspicious bunch, and I came here with nothing but the clothes on my back and the sword at my side. Guards had half a mind to shoo me away as some common brigand. But I managed to sweet talk my way in. Ended up at the Mare to chart my next move. The owner saw me, looking lost and alone at the counter, and decided to chat me up. Next thing I knew, I was living upstairs and working at the bar."

She seems somewhat fond of the experience, and if nothing else, it tells you that the owner of the inn is at least open-minded when it comes to members of other races frequenting her establishment.

"It's not glamorous work, but it's honest, and I make good tips. I think a number of the regulars are sweet on me. Just between the two of us, while they talk big about outsiders, I think Nordic men have a real weakness for foreign women. But, I think you've already caught on to that." She gives you knowing grin, nudging you just a little with one of her elbows.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya lets out a chuckle at Zafira's words, shrugging her shoulders. "This one may have gotten that impression already, yes. They made that very... deeply and thoroughly clear earlier. What could poor Kharaya do but accept their warm welcome?" Kharya nudges Zafira back lightly, continuing to walk in pace with her as she catches sight of the various locals slipping off into dark alleyways where they enjoyed each other's revelrous company in the assumed shroud of night-time. "Seems they are no less fond of each other, however." she adds with a giggle. "Khajiit's eyes are more attuned to the world under the moons' glows than other races. This one has always had a particularly keen eye on top of that as well. It makes it hard to miss the... merrymaking going on around us. It seems this festival has the locals in quite amorous spirits, yes?"

Turning her attention away from the loose locals and back to Zafira, Kharaya turns the questions to personal experiences once more. "And what of Kharaya's new friend, hmm? Have you celebrated these festivities with any of those admirers of yours lately? This one hopes she is not prying too much by asking, you are aware of Kharaya's own recent activities after all."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Zafira can't help but laugh a little at your remark. It's a rather sweet sound, all things considered. Warm and genuine.

"It gets that way, yes. You'd think it was a festival to Dibella, with how quick they are to get at each other. But I can't blame them. It's been tense these last few months, so I think the whole hold is looking to blow off some steam. No better way to do that than with a lover."

When you bring the topic of Nords and their appetites back to Zafira, she looks away just a little bashfully, but the sly grin on her lips tells the tale even before she can. "I might have partaken in some of the festivities. There's this Gray-Mane boy, real cute, if a little too high and mighty for his own good. Liked to flirt with the serving girls whenever he'd get a little deep into his cups. One night, he started getting a little fresh with me. So, I gave him an offer. I'd milk him good and dry, but I'd be the only one to do it from then on. Not the other girls, not himself. Only me."

She seems to realize herself, but it's a little too late. You can tell from years of experience in the matter that the tenor of her voice, the little shakiness in her tone, that she's a little turned on by recounting the experience. Swallowing a bit, she continues.

"Well, erm, long story short, he's been real good at keeping up his end of the deal. He'll show up a few times a week, and if I'm feeling a little mean, I won't let him. Then he'll start coming in more and more, a little more desperate each time. I think I like it most when he gets like that," Her admission, though she seems a bit ashamed of it, definitely speaks well for your prospects of getting her to join you and Bakhum; if nothing else, she's rather kinky, "A-Anyway, he came in today, practically throbbing through his breeches. Told me he couldn't take it any more. Said please. So I brought him up stairs and... relieved him."

If there was any doubt about it before, her cheeks definitely burned bright as she concluded her little tale.

"Never seen such a mess before. Like milking a cow, almost."

[Lazy Kitsune]

A glint enters Kharaya's eyes as she notices how Zafira gets worked up by her own story. As this story grew more detailed, Kharaya couldn't deny a similar reaction of her own, as a low purr began to vibrate within her throat. "By the moons..." Kharaya exclaimed, brushing back a lock of her hair with a cheeky grin. "You have quite the intriguing way about you. This one hopes there are more of these stories to share around the campfire. Kharaya's companions would find them most enthralling. There's no need to cut such a story short, either. Kharaya is far from inexperienced when it comes to these matters of life. Such deeds used to be the core of this one's trade."

Kharaya's eyes closed for a moment, her thoughts lingering on Zafira's story before following the thread it left in her mind to her own experiences. With a lick of her lips, she returned Zafira's detailed sharing with some of her own. "If the mess a Nord can make impresses you, you might be interested in the mess Kharaya herself found herself contending with just this morning. One of Kharaya's travelling companions, one which Kharaya is quite close with, is a Pahmar-raht. A Khajiit that the moons have chosen to be much larger and fiercer than most other Khajiit. Bakhum he is called. To put it plainly, a typical load from him has often left Kharaya... ah... overflowing... like a bountifully stuffed cream treat." Kharaya giggles a little at her own analogy, before waving her hand at Zafira. "Apologies, but there is truly little comparison to the experience."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though she might be embarrassed speaking so frankly of matters that most found sensitive, your openness must encourage Zafira somewhat, as she is certainly not as quick to clam up as Ranabi had been.

"Really? That sounds... intriguing," She admits with thinly veiled interest, biting the plump curve of her lip, "I have to admit I've always been a bit... enamored with it. When they finish, that is. Seeing their brows knit, hearing the grunting and gasping, watching it just... spew and spew. But I guess that much was obvious."

She ponders for a few moments as the gatehouse looms in sight.

"I must admit, I've never met a Pahmar-raht before. But if he is that... gifted, maybe you could introduce us? If you two aren't involved, that is. I just figured, given the boys from earlier and all..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Oh ooh~" Kharaya purrs out, stifling a giggle. "Interested in a first hand experience, are you?" She smiles, pleased that Zafira seems to be as interested in Bakhum as Kharaya had hoped she would be. This would make for quite the pleasant surprise for her trusted protector. "Bakhum and Kharaya are close... perhaps close enough that one may call them involved. In fact, it has been on Kharaya's mind for most the night that... once she returns smelling and still carrying the seed of other men... Bakhum may be quite fierce in how he... reclaims her." Kharaya leans her head close over the side of her shoulder, as if to purr each word into Zafira's ear.

"Though if Zafira were also interested, Kharaya is happy to share such an experience. How does Zafira feel about the company of other women? This one is happy to take Bakhum together, or one at a time if that would work better instead. Kharaya can assure you that Bakhum has the stamina for both options. And if you would enjoy Kharaya's company at the same time, this one is sure you will find me as satisfying as the Nords that paid for this mead did."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

When you lean close, Zafira shudders just a little, understandably on edge given the racy topics the two of you had covered over the course of your walk.

"Ah, I see. So you two are rather... open to others. It's quite sweet, in its own way," She continues to chew on her lip such that you almost think she likes the taste, clearly pondering the idea. Though she had only accompanied you to help with the crate, and to indulge in a little drinking, she's clearly quite aroused, either from your words, her tryst with the Nord boy earlier, or a combination of both.

"I... wouldn't mind sharing. I can't say I've ever gone much farther with a woman than a few awkward kisses as a girl, but... I don't mind the thought. Apologies in advance if I'm a little clumsy." She gives a nervous, if sweet little chuckle at the thought. If she's anything with you like she is in her stories, though, you can't imagine she'll be much of a disappointment.

The two of you arrive at the gate in short order. There's a duo of guards posted inside, lit by the heavy torches on either side of the wall. One of them, a woman, gestures to you.

"Zafira? Where in the world are you going this late at night?" She asks, half concern and half genuine curiosity.

"Just making sure this lovely young lady gets home safe and sound," The Redguard jokes in return, nudging you a little, "She took quite a liking to the Honningbrew tonight. Enough to buy a whole crate for her friends."

The guards don't give you nearly as much flak as before, either because the shift change led to a change in temperament, or because you find yourself in the company of a member of the community. Perhaps a lesson to be learned, in the clannish culture of the Nords. Once you've been let through, you catch sight of your camp, just as you left it, although without so many goods displayed. The embers of a fire crackle, dimly lighting the silhouette of your trusted guard and lover, who sits facing opposite the walls. Ever the vigilant protector.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"We can practice those awkward kisses while we enjoy the mead, if you feel that would help you get used to the idea." Kharaya teases with a smirk as they approached the gates. Though she is nervous to be passing through these gates once more, dealing with the guards goes more smoothly this time. Much as with Ranabi's ties to the Battle-Born clan, it would seem travelling with a known member of the city makes passing through these gates easier. Something to keep in mind not just for Whiterun but further Nord cities in the future.

Kharaya gives a nod and a giggle at Zafira's words. "The Honningbrew is very sweet, like sugar. Khajiit enjoy sweet things. Kharaya may have gotten a little carried away. She is grateful there are those as kind as Zafira in this wonderful city of yours."

She leaves the city with a bubbly energy to her step that grows the closer they draw in to their camp. Kharaya's smile grows further still as she recognises the silhouette of Bakhum. It was time to relieve him for the night, in more ways than one. "There is the one Kharaya mentioned, the large silhouette. Come, let Kharaya introduce you."

She leads the way over to the camp, and directly to Bakhum. If Kharjan is awake and present, she would greet him to of course, though speaking with him in more detail about the mead and her plans can wait until after gauging Bakhum's initial reaction to Kharaya's return.

"Bakhum." Kharaya says, a sultry purr in her voice. "It is good to see you. Kharaya has brought many sweet drinks to share. And a friend, Zafira. Kharaya has spoken of Bakhum to her, and she seems very interested in meeting you."

Kharaya approaches, knowing it will not take long for Bakhum's nose to pick up the scent of both alcohol on Kharaya's breath and other men on her body. She stands close to where he sits so only he can see the front of her and pulls up the front of her dress slowly as she talks. "The Nords of Whiterun were very welcoming... and a couple of them seemed to take quite the liking to Kharaya... and welcome her a bit more than Kharaya expected." She dips one hand below her dress and pulls down her panties for a moment, letting Bakhum peek in at the white seed that dripped from between her pussy lips before she slipped her panties back on properly and let her dress fall. "Kharaya thinks its only fair Bakhum gets to enjoy some local hospitality too... and remind Kharaya just how much she favours his company over all others while he's at it."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

In the darkness of night, with naught but a fire to see by, you imagine Bakhum must make for a terrifying sight to the uninitiated. There certainly seems to be a level tension in Zafira's gait as she walks with you towards the camp, although it's somewhat hard to tell whether it's out of fear or anticipation for the evening to come, given the salacious promises you made to her earlier in the night. Your approach causes the lumbering beast of a Khajiit to turn his head away from the horizon and towards the two of you, even before you purr his name so sweetly.

Even in the soft glow of the campfire, you can see the emotions on his face. Well hidden curiosity at first, as he gives a glance towards your Redguard companion, and then towards you. The deep gold of his eyes sink low as you begin to raise your dress for him, instinctively drawn between your shapely thighs, where a dearly loved place of his resides. His nostrils flare even before you begin to drag your panties low, taking in the scent that lingers on you. Realization follows soon after, as his mind works out exactly what had happened. His posture stiffens, his eyes becoming more as slits than they had before. A fire more fierce than the one crackling behind you fills them. Not quite anger, no, but something more primal. Aggression. Like a beast incensed by the idea that another had coupled with one of its mates. There was a wildness in the larger furs stocks, for certain, and the smell of another man on your body, the sight of his seed within you, clearly tapped into that for Bakhum.

He did his best to remain stoic in spite of it, but the next step is familiar. Arousal. He wants you. He wants the chance to prove himself the superior male, and take you for his own. To wipe away all trace of your night of fun, and replace its many signs with his own. An instinctual need to claim a woman he has grown fond of over many, many blissful couplings. Though you cannot see it through his armor, the way he shifts tells you he's already begun to grow erect at the prospect.

"Uhm, hello," Zafira cuts in after a moment, gingerly setting down the crate of Honningbrew with a soft jingle, "I hope I'm not imposing. I'll be happy to go if I am-"

"Stay," She's cut off by the deep, booming sound of Bakhum's voice. "Bakhum welcomes Kharaya and her company. This one has no complaints."

Giving you a nervous, if happy look, Zafira makes to sit down across from your heavily built lover around the fire place, leaving you to decide where to sit and, perhaps more importantly, whether to break out the mead to try and prepare your pretty new friend to be acquainted with your lover.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya feels her body heat up once more as she catches the look Bakhum gives her, and she can't hide the low growl the builds up from within her. With her teasing out of the way, she reaches forward to run one hand gently across Bakhum's cheek, holding his gaze for a few moments before she pulls away. "The Nords of this city have a drink that Kharaya may have gotten a bit carried away with when she first tasted of it." Kharaya murmurs, stepping over to the crate Zafira set down. "Knowing what Bakhum feels of sweetly tasting things, this one suspects you will enjoy it as much as she did."

She fetches one bottle and hands it to Zafira given how close by she was. She then fetches two more and approaches Bakhum once again so as to hand him one. "Enjoy and tell Kharaya what you think. We can get more for the road if you wish."

Kharaya then lowers herself, sliding one leg over one of Bakhum's strong thighs and settles herself on top of his lap resting her cheek against his strong shoulder. "Hmm... this one might be a bit tipsy still from all the drink she had... Who knows how wild she will get with more alcohol in her." Kharaya purrs, before opening a bottle of her own and having a drink. She then turns to Zafira, sitting across from them and pats the spot on Bakhum's lap beside her. "No need to be nervous, Zafira, come close. Kharaya would like to hear any more of those stories of yours. Let us see how much Bakhum can take before he has to tear off his armour, yes?"