Far From Warmer Sands [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As the rutting continues, your cries fill the air, more bestial than anything Zafira was like to have heard from her many lovers over the years. But she seems to quite like it, the combination of your sweet, soft, svelte body beneath her, the two of your forced to grind back and forth by the powerful beast of mate between your legs. You can all but hear his hips clapping against her generous rear, and were you capable of piecing together more complex thoughts beyond the incredible pleasure surging through your loins, the sights your beloved Bakhum must be witness to would undoubtedly be forefront among them. While she isn't able to quite match you for volume or ardor, the shapely Redguard atop is generous with her praise, moaning softly and encouragingly as you bounce beneath her, giving you full access to the curve of her neck to lap and suckle at. Your love-bites earn a sharp gasp here and there, and she grinds into you all the harder when your teeth find her flesh.

The pace quickens as Bakhum finds his rhythm, a loud, constant, rhythmic clapping that follows his huge balls swinging to meet your cheeks. It's implacable, an unending series of powerful, body-shaking ruts that leave you little to do but simply brace yourself against the furs and accept your rightful place beneath a superior male. You've shared his bed countless nights, plied your pleasurable trade on him many an occasion, and managed to sate him enough for slumber after every coupling, but you had never managed to outlast him. He was simply a force of nature, both in battle and in the bed chamber. Perhaps he would need more women. You could try gathering him a harem, like the merchant-princes of Elsweyr sometimes had. Gorgeous women like Zafira, who could help you service him as he deserved, a diadem of jewels for which you were the centerpiece. His closest lover. His mate.

The first of many orgasms slams you as that thought dances across your cluttered mind. Feeling you buck against him harder than usual, Bakhum lets out a loud, rumbling growl, and throws his weight down atop you both. Every inch of your sex is full of him as you clench and wring his maleness with everything you have, and he rocks himself gently into you until the spasms begin to weaken. When they do, he rolls his hips forward again, a half-measure before thrusting again.

"Does Kharaya wish for more? Or will this one give Zafira a taste? Perhaps Bakhum shall take turns claiming each, until one can no longer continue."

His voice is as deep and intoxicating as its ever been, and you can only imagine what it must do to Zafira, who trembles atop you at the thought of being mounted by him so soon. Especially after seeing first hand what he was able to do to you. She licks her lips with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, pushing herself up off of you just enough to lock eyes with your dreamy gaze, wondering what you might say.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya was under no delusion that she would last longer than Bakhum. Even just servicing was often enough to bring her to climax. Experiencing the full force of his desires upon her left her no choice but to submit. Though being her protector's plaything was as desirable a fate as Kharaya could conceive, one filled with pleasure that felt Alkosh blessed in its divinity. She gave herself over to it willingly, her body and mind not only accepting their domination, but revelling in it as the pleasure it brought swelled higher and higher within her. She was glad she managed to bring another woman back with her to reward Bakhum for his patience. This cock deserved to be shared. Worshipped by many. If Kharaya were in any state to have any coherent thoughts at all, she would be of half a mind to invite Zafira to join them on their journeys so another could lavish Bakhum's cock with the praise it deserves. Although if Kharaya extended such an invitation to every woman that became impressed with Bakhum's manhood, then Skyrim would be left near devoid of women once it was time for her caravan to leave the cold north. Perhaps, though, she could help make sure Bakhum got to enjoy a variety of local flavour where ever they went. She was often of mind to do something nice for her protector, and this seemed as fitting and caring a gesture as any else Kharaya could offer.

When the building pleasure finally erupts within her, Kharaya cries out in delight, her tongue spilling against Zafira's neck as her body clenched and convulsed around Bakhum's cock. As the overwhelming pleasure ebbed back into manageable levels, coherent thought slowly returned to her even as she basked in the rippling micro-orgasms that now spanned her body, each one sending off another as she breathed deeply to recollect herself. "Hmmm~" she murmured, purring thoughtfully in Zafira's ears. Kharaya licked at the thought of seeing Zafira join her in this blissful state. Perhaps, if the opportunity presents itself, next time she would consider joining Kharaya and Bakhum in his tent with some skooma or moonsugar, and she can feel just how much of a spiritual experience his cock can be when the mind is left truly opened to it. Though even without it, Kharaya had no doubts she would be praising her human Divines within moments.

"This one, ~ah~ this one thinks Zafira should get a chance to experience what Kharaya has... and then Bakhum should indeed take turns claiming each, though until neither can continue... and then Bakhum shall continue to claim us regardless."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your words seem to instill a sense of finality in Zafira, who must now be coming to terms with what's about to befall her. There's certainly shock in her eyes, an uncertainty of whether or not her body could possibly manage such an obscene penetration. She had watched him reduce you to a puddle beneath her, yes, but you were a Khajit and a former bed slave besides, who had shared his warmth dozens if not hundreds of times. How could she possibly hope to match you in that regard?

The thoughts must find themselves pushed from her mind as Bakhum brings his heavy hands to bear against her hips. He seizes her by them, angling her ass up with all the ease afforded by his powerful physique, her eyes going wide as the length of his shaft brushes between her legs. She gulps, her lips quivering as she feels him drag his length across her sex again and again, the barbs stroking along her folds until she can't help but let out a soft little moan.

"I'm... I'm not sure I can take it that deep," She admits sheepishly, though that doesn't seem to stop Bakhum, who lets out a deep, resonant chuckle.

"This one will go slowly, and Kharaya will guide Zafira," He assures her, running his hands up and down the curve of her hips and lower back besides, a comforting gesture from one with such strong, warm digits, "Bakhum has laid with many, and none have broken so badly to regret."

The fact he very distinctly did not say 'none have broken' seems to earn a shudder from the Redguard, though given how soaked she is, you doubt it's a quiver of fear. Her fingers release your hands, pushing herself up off the furs enough that you can see her bountiful tits hanging for you, a clear space between your bodies occupied only by sticky strands of your shared juices, and Bakhum's heavenly cock. The purpose of her withdraw is revealed shortly thereafter, as she breathes deeply, and then smiles.

"Guide it in for me? And don't let him ruin me too fast... I want to enjoy this."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Over the course of the night so far, Kharaya and Zafira had be linked by strings of spit, Bakhum's seed and their own juices. Such connections do well do bond the spirit as much as they do the body, and so Kharaya felt a very strong fondness to Zafira despite having only known her a short stretch of the night so far. She was more than willing to help her through this experience, guide her, reassure her and teach her so they can share too the link of being filled by Bakhum's cock and end the night, started as strangers, now as sisters. Once she released Kharaya's hands, she reached up to gently stroke Zafira's cheek, before leaning up to share a kiss with her.

"This one will help Zafira through this." she says once the kiss breaks. "Keep your eyes on Kharaya's eyes as you feel him enter you." Kharaya keeps her eyes open and attentive, even as her body was still swimming in the afterglow of the orgasm Bakhum brought out of her. She shifts herself along the furs beneath her, moving down Zafira's body slightly to better reach lower. Her muzzle grazed under Zafira's tits and she found herself kissing, lapping and suckling upon them while her hands found their marks. One planted itself on Zafira's thigh, holding it reassuringly and gently giving a few practice pushes so Zafira could get used to the feeling of Kharaya guiding her pace. She then reached further with her other hand found it against the head of Bakhum's cock.

Slowly she guided Bakhum's cock so his tip pressed against her entrance. She guided Zafira to wiggle on top of him, getting her entrance wet and stretched around his tip. She shifted back into her former position beneath her, their tits pressed together, as she eased Zafira onto Bakhum's cock. Then she began guiding their pace, getting Zafira more and more on Bakhum's thick shaft. She helped her work her hips around the shaft and then guided her back up. Once she had the first few inches moving in and out of her easily enough, she encouraged Bakhum to begin thrusting more earnestly.

Controlling the pace of Zafira's fucking, Kharaya's hips bucked in times of the motion, her chest pressed against Zafira's more firmly and her mouth opened and closed in time with Zafira's moans. She held eye contact with the redguard on top of her. To Zafira's eyes, the shifting of Kharaya's body so perfectly in time with the cock stretching her open more and more must almost make it look like Kharaya was the one fucking her - an illusion only strengthened by the sympathetic gasps and moans Kharaya lets out as she ushers the pleasure along further and further. With a bit of her lip, Kharaya picks up the pace, purring up at Zafira as she guides Bakhum deeper within her.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Were she not responsible for bearing her own weight over top you, Zafira may well have melted into your kiss, so lost in the moment she was. The Redguard moans into your lips as you calm her nerves with your sweet embrace, and when you part, she simply nods, keeping her warm brown eyes locked with your own. She keeps it up even as you sink lower beneath her, even as you pamper her heavy tits with your mouth, savoring the salt of her sweat and the lingering sheen of Bakhum's seed besides. Your hand finds her thigh easily enough, stroking along its plump softness, while enjoying still the strength hidden beneath. As you encourage her to rock, your other hand finds the head of Bakhum's cock, radiating its powerful warmth and the heat of your own loins besides. He throbs in your palm a few times, obviously eager for your touch, but you guide him soon to an even more wonderful place to be.

"Divines... It's big..."

Zafira's words are breathy and soft as you line your lover's shaft along her folds, encouraging her to back up against it. His huge head parts her lips easily enough, forcing them apart as her hips roll her into it again and again, each time just a little bit more managing to push in. She gasps gently as it does, and even more sharply when it finally seems to find purchase. Bakhum rumbles deeply as the first inch or two of his cock sink into the dark skinned beauty above you, a testament to his resolve that he manages to maintain his stillness and not claim ever more of her. It was a very lucky thing indeed you and Zafira had decided to tend to his needs by the fire before coming into his tent.

Wriggling your way back to your previous position, you get a good grasp on Zafira's hips as you begin to guide her through the motions. Gently at first, allowing her to just get used to the sensation. It's certainly a lot to grow accustomed to: as a Khajiit, it's easy to take for granted how alien the feel of a male's barbs are for the women of races unaccustomed to such adornments. Even a thoroughly average Khajiit would likely be a struggle to take easily on the first go, and Bakhum was as far above average as one could possibly get. By the time she's even rocking three or four inches in and out of her tight, needy folds, Zafira whines.

"F-Ffffuck... It's not just big... Oh, Divines, it's fucking... it's fucking raking me out..."

Forming the words must be a herculean feat for her, especially when your lover begins to put some force into it on his own end. She lets out a sharp, longing moan as he pumps himself once, twice, and then settles into a shallow, but rhythm series of thrusts. You can practically feel Zafira balling her fists up in the furs beneath you, pressing herself into your for support as you encourage her to move.

"It... It hurts, but... F-Fuck, it hurts really, really go-oohd!" There's a desperation in her words, hurried pants joining her soft moans. You can see it in her eyes, too; just as you asked of her, the tavern girl hasn't moved her gaze from your own, only breaking your eye contact to clench her own shut tightly and ride out a particularly intense wave of pleasure, "I don't think... I-I don't think I'm going to last long. Divines, this is embarrassing..."

Though her mahogany skin makes it difficult to see, you're certain the poor woman must be terribly flustered, but that cannot be helped. It's a humbling experience, being taken by your sweet Bakhum, and you imagine even the most experienced courtesans in Skyrim would have a hard time fighting off their pleasure under his unique combination of size, power, and texture.

"I-I'm gonna... It's coming! I-I'm sorry! It's too good!"

You manage to get close to a third of his total length into her, and work up quite a respectable pace before you feel her beginning to clench up atop you. Her mouth hangs open with a long, deep moan, her eyes going unfocused as her release hits her, and she arches her back hard enough to press you deeper into the furs still. It's a sweet sound, one of raw need, its eroticism entirely natural: that much is assured by the swift, gasping breaths that follow between her cries, her body bucking backwards despite its relative newness to Bakhum's manhood, eager to feel more of the incredible pleasure you've so carefully cultivated for her.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Of course it is." Kharaya purrs as Zafira feels the full sting of Bakhum's barbs dragging against her walls as he draws himself back to prepare for another thrust. "A mark of a truly magnificent cock. No matter how many smaller dicks you take, you will always be overwhelmed by his size, and his cock will make sure their seed is removed so he can have your womb all to himself." As Bakhum begins to pick up the pace on his own, Kharaya's hand is needed less on his cock. She moves it to mirror the other on Zafira's thigh, guiding her movements with both palms as she helped the woman get used to this new sensation.

"There's nothing embarrassing about it in the slightest." Kharaya says with a smirk. !If anything, this one finds it deeply arousing... to see you brought so swiftly to the brink by Bakhum's cock. It is a delight to see you enjoy yourself. This one wants to see more... more of Zafira's pleasured expressions... more of your cries of joy..."

Kharaya guides Zafira down upon Bakhum's cock faster as she announces her coming orgasm. She works to get in more and more of Bakhum's cock into her, to give her as much to enjoy as her body will allow before her peak is reached. And once it is, she pushes her down on a particularly hard thrust, letting her feel Bakhum's tip press deep within her, all the while so much more of his cock remained and throbbed eagerly to claim her body once she was ready.

Kharaya purrs hungrily in a pitch to match Zafira's orgasmic cry. Nearly match, at least, as it is difficult for anyone to reach the levels of expression Zafira was at right now without a large cock thrust between their legs. With Zafira moving her hips on her own now, enjoying such an unparalleled orgasm, Kharaya moves her hands up from Zafira's thighs. She feels along her waist, enjoying her curve and the sway of her body, cupping her tits and giving them a playful squeeze before cupping her cheeks and pulling her face down to Kharaya's own to share a deep kiss. At least once Zafira's back stopped arching so much from the pleasure that she could lower her face once more.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

When her release finally begins to ramp down, and her muscles relax enough that she can once again join you against the furs, Zafira's lips are easy to claim. Her mouth opens readily for you, welcoming your sweet kiss as the two of you enjoy each other's warmth, the tiny little shudders and twitches that serve as aftershocks to her powerful orgasm all the more apparent when nearly every inch of her body is pressed into your own. Whatever words she must want to say, they escape her entirely, so caught up in the bliss of being sandwiched between you and your Bakhum that she can only think to savor your tongue and rock herself, very gently, back into his shaft. For his part, Bakhum seems content enough to let her bask in the afterglow, his huge hands running along the curve of her hips and cupping along the generous swell of her ass, his balls hanging low enough that you can feel them occasionally twitch with the need to empty into her hot, tight folds.

It's a reminder that, for all his patience, he has needs of his own. Needs which make themselves known when he gives a light slap across one of Zafira's plump cheeks, causing her to gasp just a little. What follows is a much louder, much more shocked gasp, as he seizes her by the hips and withdraws himself. Every barb on his shaft must rake along her inside with the motion, and you can feel a hot trickle of her juices paint your thighs as he pulls out, her body tensing and her back arching again. She must have had something of a micro-orgasm from the sudden sensation, something you could empathize with, given how often you laid with the powerful beast of a man. It was always most overwhelming coming in and leaving.

But it becomes clear you'd be treated to the former soon enough. True to his word, it seems Bakhum is intent on trading holes with every toe curling orgasm he brings. You feel the bulbous weight of his head against your sex, and he rocks himself against you a few times in an attempt to find purchase. Not that he truly needed to: by then, your lips are soaked and swollen, ready to accept everything he had for you and more. On the fourth or fifth rock, his head begins to part you, and with a solid roll of his powerful hips, you're stretched wide open by his maleness, his textured cock burying itself what feels close to the whole of Sven's length in a single rut. Feeling your joined bodies rock against the furs with the force of his entrance, Zafira breaks away from the kiss, her eyes lidded with pleasure by fiery all the same.

"Mmmhhm... I think you're right, about the sights... I like that look in your eye, when he's inside you. It's wild, and needy, and so fucking hot," You don't even need to feel her pressing her slit to your own to tell just how aroused she is by the sight, but she nestles your pussies together all the same, such that she can enjoy the every thrust you're gifted with by association, "You gonna be a good girl for me? Show me more of what big, strong, mind-melting pleasure looks like? Sell me on it, pretty kitty... show me what that monster cock does to a girl when he stops holding back."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The kiss is held, their tongues rolling across each other and lips pressed together as Zafira comes down from her orgasm. It holds still even as Bakhum spanks his latest conquest and withdraws from her, leaving her trembling and gasping on top of Kharaya. It even holds as he starts to thrust against Kharaya's eager and waiting entrance, though she finds herself panting needily into the kiss, deeper and longer whines rumbling out from her muzzle as Bakhum continues to threaten to breach her folds. Finally he enters her, and Zafira takes that moment to end the kiss, leaving Kharaya's wanton moan cry out into the tent.

Kharaya continues to hold her eye contact with Zafira, at least as best she can save the occasional moment her eyes shut or roll back in her head, offering the woman the same show and intimacy she did before when their roles were reversed. Zafira's words bring another thrill to Kharaya and she finds herself nodding. "Ahh~ This one... will be a good girl~ for Zafira~" Kharaya purred out, her pussy squeezing around Bakhum's cock as she speaks. "This one will hold nothing back~ Ff~fuck! Already Bakhum has claimed more of her depth than the Nords did in their entirety. Kharaya is losing her very being to his cock!"

She rocks her hips back against his thrusts, all the while continuing to grind her body against Zafira's. It took everything she had not to scratch the redguard woman now that her hands were no longer being held while Bakhum fucked her. Her claws leave faint scratches across Zafira's shoulders and arms as her body is rocked by pleasure. She manages to keep herself from digging deep enough into her skin to draw blood, leaving the marking distinct from but no deeper than what a human or elf might leave with their fingernails. A constant purr escapes Kharaya's muzzle, seemingly never stopping and only raising and lowering in pitch as if Bakhum's cock was playing Kharaya like an instrument.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

With your lover settling into his pace, the show you put on for Zafira is not one to easily be forgotten. You can only imagine how the Nords who had claimed you earlier would react, seeing the erotic sight that was you losing yourself wholly to a pleasure they could not hope to match. Perhaps they would be able to see it one day, your Bakhum staking his claim, humbling them far greater than any tavern room game of stamina could hope to do. You certainly don't need to imagine how the sweet Redguard atop you feels about the matter. She can't peel her eyes away from the blissful agony etched onto your face, moaning both with you and for you as she's made privy to your pleasure, whispering terribly dirty things in your sensitive ears and hissing softly as your claws find purchase against her back. Your bodies are made to rock and grind against each other by the force of Bakhum's huge, heavy form, rutting away above the both of you as he too loses himself in the act. Were it just you and her, wrapped in each others arms, grinding against one another until the friction of your clits brought about a wonderful release, you might have managed to go for some time, sharing a long, passionate session together, collapsing sweaty and satisfied against the furs.

But you were not alone with the gorgeous tavern girl. You shared her with Bakhum, or, perhaps more accurately, you shared Bakhum with her. And it is impossible to try and forget Bakhum. Not when he's so deep inside you. While he had only managed to bury a modest portion of his shaft into Zafira, with you, he needs not be so restrained. You can feel him claiming more and more of you as his grips grow more forceful in their rolling, his cock driving farther and farther until his head strikes against your womb. Lightning shoots up your spine, the yowl that follows almost deafening as he claims every inch of you in his lust. Would that he could cum right then and there, he could breed you like your instincts cry out so loudly for. Fill you with his cubs, make you his mate once and for all. A future to look forward to, maybe, once you've made your fortune, and left your mark on the world.

But just as far as that future may be, so too is Bakhum far from hitting his peak. It does not take much longer for you to reach your own for the second time, pinned beneath the dusky beauty atop you as you thrash in the throes of release, scratching at her back all the while. The Pahmar-raht holds himself close, letting you clench and milk his impossible length until the spasms come to a stop, his weighty balls resting against clenched thighs all the while. It's a shift in the norm, where he might ordinarily continue pounding you through your release, melting your mind as his implacable rut continued, unending until you manage to milk several heavy loads from him and offer him the peace of slumber devoid of his masculine aggression. Tonight was special, though. He could not only think of the pleasure shared between the two of you. Instead, the Redguard needed to be accounted for, and as such, his length was made to rake your every inch as he withdrew and positioned himself to take her again.

Take her he does. The first time was a mere taste of what was to come, and with her body all the more open to him on the second attempt, he does not simply rock against her gently as he did before, but fucks her. That much is easier to hear, though you can't see it from beneath Zafira. You can hear it though. The hot, wet, suctioning clap of his thrusts, just barely audible by rapid fire gasps and grunts she makes, growing ever higher in pitch as she loses herself as you had only moments before. You can see her eyes close tight, eyebrows knitting as she simply tries to ride out the rutting, her body collapsing down against you. You hold her close, encouraging her all the while, to let it go, to give herself over to him completely and let him conquer her as he had you. It certainly works. With her torso pressed tightly against you, her face buried against your neck to try and muffle her cries, you can spy Bakhum's powerful abdomen over her shoulder.

Every time he thrusts forward, he seems to get a little more of himself inside. You can feel it too; the bulge in her belly, that presses into your own in tune with his pumping, gets all the more prominent. By the time she cums, you're sure that he's managed to fill her to the brim, his last few thrusts against her deepest parts throwing her over the precipice, her head rolling back from your throat such that she might scream her pleasure to all who would hear. The sound is all too familiar to you. She's his now, in her entirety, and by extension of that, yours.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The night marches on in the rhythm of this erotic cacophony. With each fresh round of thrusts into his current chosen hole, the women find themselves brought to orgasm after orgasm, conquered physically and mentally by Bakhum's cock. Having stretched her out well enough, it seem Bakhum felt confident enough in her accommodation of his size to fuck Zafira in earnest, and with their newcomer now up to this standard so too did the pace increase with Kharaya. Words melted first from Kharaya's capabilities. Her years of training and natural talents left her capable of physical expression longer than most could ever hope to maintain, but even that she gave up willingly in order to enjoy complete submission to Bakhum's power.

Thoughts of motherhood were rare for Kharaya. Despite the many loads emptied within and onto her over the years, and the many boisterous men that would claim no herb or potion could keep their seed from claiming her womb, thoughts of actually becoming pregnant rarely flitted through her mind and rarer still were given consideration. Even though her many owners through the years, including Yahzin of whom she was most fond out of the men who held her leash, had the absolute right to fill her with their kits and make her their breeding slut, she never considered it a likely fate for herself. After all, swelling her with children would limit her appeal as a product to be rented, sold or traded. Even Yahzin who never showed interest in selling her off clearly had other plans in mind for her than filling her with his children - not that he didn't do the prerequisite act regularly while they travelled together. With Bakhum however, the thoughts almost forced themselves upon her. Perhaps it was his potent musk that only the most virile of males could exude, filling her senses night after night that they spent together and leaving no doubt in her mind that she was with a specimen that could bestow many children upon her should she miss but one night of taking precautions. Perhaps it was how his cock drove against her womb with thrust after thrust, as if prodding against that spot to remind her of her body's capabilities. With Bakhum it was starting to become a regular occurrence that she would, in the heat of bliss while coupling with him, imagine herself swelling with his litter - claimed as a mate not just for their travels, but for life.

She wondered if Zafira had found her mind drifting to similar thoughts as Bakhum brought the redguard to yet another orgasm on top of Kharaya. By now Zafira had seen that Bakhum's load was large enough, and tasted of its potency, to know that his impregnation of an unprotected woman would be a certainty. Kharaya did not know well enough of the relations between races if a khajiit and human could reproduce together, though if the moons deemed it so then she did not see why it couldn't happen. Perhaps Kharaya should offer Zafira some of the herbs of her trade once morning came, in case Zafira had not taken her own precautions - though if it worked on humans as it did khajiit she did not know. Though it would be an intriguing thing, for Bakhum to leave a trail of his litter behind their travels, populating Skyrim with a generation of khajiit.

The time eventually came where any chance to prevent risk to Zafira quickly passed. As he rutted freely into the offered holes, his own satisfaction was eventually reached and Kharaya enjoyed the familiar sensation of being pumped full of his copious spunk. Burst after burst of Bakhum's thick and musky release left her overflowing with his sticky, white seed. Zafira found herself similarly fated as Bakhum continued not just until both women were stuffed, but until he had another release to shower them both with. As potent as ever, Kharaya felt pumped full enough to appear pregnant already, and pressed her stomach against the similar warm bloat within Zafira while the two revelled in the sticky shower Bakhum rained down upon them. Kharaya had only clung to a fragment of consciousness left at this point - the one that lived for each moment Bakhum pumped within her. So once enough seconds had passed and Bakhum had not spread her legs once again, she found herself drifting off into sleep, her arms wrapped around Zafira she lay in the warmth of Bakhum's release.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The slumber that follows is a deep, restorative sort. Not only had you had a big first day, plying your skills as a merchant in a foreign land, but you finished it with the thoroughly exhausting task of mating with your beloved Bakhum. Not even dreams dare disturb the long slumber to follow, your mind not returning to you long into the following morning. Even when your consciousness returns, and you find yourself stirring from your slumber, it is hard to want to rise. You are warm, and comfortable. The sticky furs beneath you cradle your side, and to your front you can feel him, the stud of a Pahmar-raht that had absolutely ruined you the night prior. His chest rises and falls smoothly, your bosom made to nestle against the wide swell of his powerful chest by the work of his arm, which carefully wrapped around your body, cradling your back and holding you close. Your head rests on his shoulder, nuzzled into the velvety fur there as you blink your bleary eyes and try to make out the interior of the tent, just barely lit by the day's light from outside its canvas walls. It's an uncomfortable light, your head throbbing softly from the night's merriment in response to the brightness, and it only makes you want to bury your face into Bakhum's fur to banish it away. If not for the sight that awaited you.

"Mmm... good morning, lover."

Though the tone is somewhat unfamiliar, the sight isn't. Zafira lays opposite to you, her own face resting against Bakhum's chest as she gazes at you lazily. There's a clear sleepiness in her features, undoubtedly a mixture of her current comfort and the fatigue of the night prior, but it's a satisfied tiredness. Her mouth curls into an affectionate little grin as she looks upon you.

"I don't want to get up... I'm not sure I can get up. My legs feel like jelly," She laughs softly, almost musically, and nuzzles a little more into Bakhum, "That was... something else. I didn't know it could feel like that. I didn't know I could cum like that. He was... you both were, just... incredible."

There's a deep, appreciative rumble that alerts you to Bakhum's own awakening. Though he does not make to sit up, his eyes still closed and his expression one of peace, the way he subtly squeezes you closer to him lets you know that he is very content to start his day with two buxom beauties in his arms.

"Thank you for letting me join you both. I'm not sure how long you'll be here for, Divines, I'm not sure how long I'll need to recover, but... if you ever feel like you need a third? You can call on me any time..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Purring groans muster from within Kharaya's waking chest as she rouses from such a warm and comfortable sleep, brought about by being so thoroughly and enjoyably exhausted the night prior. Blinking against the harsh light filtering in from outside the tent, she settled for looking around with a sleepy lid over her eyes so that her lashes could help keep her senses from being too irritated as she gets used to the throbbing within her head. She cuddles in close to Bakhum, her beasts pressing against and rolling over the side of his torso, offering soft cushions to add to his comfort. One of her legs drape over one of Bakhum's own and her arm stretches across his chest, gently feeling through his rough fur with her fingers.

As pleasant as any morning waking in Bakhum's arms would be, this was made even better by the sight of the woman across from her, also enjoying being cradled in Bakhum's grip. Kharaya smiles at Zafira's greeting, and her hand shifts its tender stroke across Bakhum's chest to move over to find Zafira's own, letting their fingers interlock over the broad chest of their shared lover.

"This one would welcome Zafira's company whenever you feel the desire to return to us." Kharaya purrs, before looking up to Bakhum's satisfied expression as he quietly enjoys his morning with the two women in his arms. Kharaya giggles softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before looking back to Zafira. "And this one suspects Bakhum shares that sentiment, if his current state is anything to go by."

Kharaya leans across Bakhum's form to share a kiss with Zafira, greeting her properly this morning in a way becoming of how they have treated each other in the short span they have known one another. "Take as much time as you need to recover. You are welcome in our camp. One of the many benefits of sharing a bed with the caravan's leader. You must taste of Kharjan's cooking while you are here, and properly meet Ranabi once she returns from her Nord friend's company."

She moves her hand from Zafira's own, starting to slide it up the redguard's arm before tracing the curve of her body with her fingers as they lay snuggled up against Bakhum. Recalling certain events in the night prior, she glances around the tent, looking for signs of their ruined clothing. "Besides, it does not look like Zafira can return just yet anyway. Not unless you want all of Whiterun to know just how Bakhum treats those that spend the night with him. Kharaya should have a dress you can borrow for your return trip into the city. And should you wish to bathe first, there is a stream not far from where we made camp. Kharaya could send one of the men to fetch water for us to use within the camp. Or if you would like, once feeling returns to Zafira's legs we could go bathe together in the stream."

After making her suggestions, Kharaya tilts her nose up and sniffs the air, seeing if she can catch a whiff of Kharjan's cooking. It would be nice to know of the older Khajiit was awake and about - both so she could bid him a good morning and also so she could get about discussing with him her plans for the day.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The Redguard is eager to return your kiss, her soft, plump lips welcoming your maw as you share an intimate greeting befitting the passion you spent the night sharing. She seems somewhat regretful to part ways with you as you rise to begin the day properly, not least because of what was to come next. Familiar with the sensation as you were, it was easy to forget the soreness that followed becoming intimate with any male Khajit for the first time, much less one as large and vigorous as your beloved Bakhum. Still, she manages to slowly heft herself up into and half-sitting position as she considers the merit of your offer.

"Seems I might need to take you up on that offer, although... I don't know if I'd make it all the way to the river on these legs... but I do like the sound of bathing together. Divines know I need it."

The exotic beauty who had shared your tent gives a soft, exasperated giggle as she runs her hands down the curve of her significant bust, tracing the fat ropes of Bakhum's seed that had dried against her dusky skin. The darkness of her silky flesh only further highlights just how much of his potent seed your lover had anointed her with while taking his pleasure.

"This one could carry Zafira," Rumbles Bakhum, the muscles of his broad, powerful chest flexing as he pushed himself up into a seated position, "Bakhum needs washing as well."

The motion of his rise causes the blanket which had so briefly been draped over the three of you to fall from him, revealing his half-hard length, drooping under its own significant weight and absolutely coated with the leavings of your love. The wafting scent causes even your well-loved nethers to clench involuntarily, something Zafira must not be immune to either, given her proximity. It certainly doesn't help that it must be her first sober sighting of his pride.

"Oh, my... M-Maybe not this time. I don't think I can take you again so soon, and if you bring that thing any closer, I-I don't know if I'd try to stop you if you did."

It's almost rather cute to see her grow flustered, given how confident she seemed the night before. Perhaps you could enjoy such a side of her all the more once the two of you absconded for your bath. Bakhum gives a low chuckle as his bear-paw of a hand comes to collect his loincloth, which he hastily fastens around his waist to hide his arousal.

"This one will go ahead of Kharaya and Zafira. Make sure the river is safe."

As he rises to his full height (or as full a height as can be managed in the tent's interior), the warrior takes care to brush passed you and through the flap. With its opening, the scent of frying fat fills your nostrils in the wake of Bakhum's musk: a different sort of hunger is sure to be sated when you seek out Kharjan.

Of course, that meant figuring out how you wished to approach the elderly Khajit. You were no less coated in Bakhum's love than Zafira, your tender fur playing host to no end of his dried seed, and your thighs still slick with the love shared. Surely, as the former leader of his own caravan, Kharjan had seen such things before... but leaving in such a state certainly sent a message.

[Lazy Kitsune]

This one feels her mind fog with a familiar, warm haze the moment Bakhum's manhood is bared free from the blanket covering him. Beyond her control, a purring whine comes from deep within Kharaya as the scent of his manly and potent musk hits her all the stronger. Given how long she has been with him, it might have been possible to build up some resistance to his innate allure if she tried. The problem is that after succumbing the first time, she simply never felt the need nor desire to try. Much like Zafira, Kharaya would not have been able to muster the strength of will to resist Bakhum should he choose to claim her again then and there - no matter how excited she was for following through with her plans for the day just seconds before she saw his cock once more.

"Bakhum should know better." Kharaya manages to murmur out, teasing him lightly. "He should remember how strong an effect he had on Kharaya when he was first exposed to her. Or the effect he has on this one now." She finds herself smiling and licking her lips as she looks up at him as he rises. "If Bakhum is not more careful, he may keep the women around him from ever being able to think."

Though the comment is intended to tease and delight, there is a fair amount of truth to Kharaya's words. Were it not for Bakhum's departure, proper coherent thought about her next actions may not be possible. Even the lingering musk of his recent presence left her muddied enough to stay in the deep heat of arousal. A smell other than that of Bakhum's potency and the aftermath of their lovemaking managed to keep her mind on track, however, reminding her of her reason for approaching the entrance of the tent. Kharjan was indeed cooking, which meant she could speak to the old Khajiit now if she needed to. Though much of what she wanted to talk to him about may have to wait for when she was more... presentable... she could at least get his attention for what she needed.

Kharaya did not think Kharjan would be unable to handle the sight of her naked and marked by Bakhum... as loud as her lover makes her it is all too likely he is already aware of what transpired over the night, however it still didn't feel appropriate to approach him in such a manner. This one is supposed to be the leader of the caravan after all, not its whore as was her role in the past. She kept on all fours, in part to remain more hidden in the tent and in part to avoid using her aching limbs too much too early, positioning herself to lounge towards the tent's entrance with her head and shoulders poking out of its front. She pulled the tent's entrance and some of the blanket up towards her with her hands, giving her a bit of covering so that she could look around while remaining at least some degree of modest.

Her hair would no doubt be a bit of a mess from the night before and the usual early morning disorder, a lock of her hair dangling over her wide and beaming eyes as she looked around outside. Some of Bakhum's cum, as plentiful as it was, may very well still be visible, either smeared into the fur of her shoulders or down her cleavage, though at the very least the blanket was pulled so as to keep her tits themselves hidden, offering only the shape of her falling cleavage and the curve of her upper back to tease the image of the rest of her form as the rest remained hidden within the tent.

"Kharjan!" Kharaya called out. "Could you approach for a moment. This one has a... small request."

She can't help but giggle a little at the situation, and offered a polite and composed smile in contrast to the state of the rest of her. "Khajiit have a guest in camp. And both her and Kharaya have found themselves... without suitable attire. There should be more dresses within Kharaya's tent. Gifts from Yahzin over the time of her service. Could Kharjan pick two out for Kharaya and Zafira so suitable introductions can be made after bathing? Kharaya trusts Kharjan's judgement as to which dresses to select."

She sniffs the air again and lets out a sigh, one of a different tone than the many she made over the past night, but still just as pleased. "Kharjan's cooking smells as enticing as ever. A good thing this one has worked up quite the appetite."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Skyrim's winter sun is a blinding thing compared to the comforting darkness of Bakhum's tent. Blearily, you allow your nose to guide your eyes toward the camp's cookfire. Before it stands the familiar sight of Kharjan before the caravan's cookware. Though it's a tad hard to see with your eyes still adjusting to proper daylight, you catch the old hand glancing off towards the fields beyond your encampment. Surely he had not missed the sight of Bakhum marching off with only his underclothes to seek out a bath. Your hurried request sees him making his way languidly over to the flap of your tent. Though it is an unnecessary thing, the veteran merchant crouches down to your level before speaking.

"Kharjan is quite aware of the guest Kharaya is bringing to the camp. He is old, but not so old as to be lacking hearing," It's difficult to tell whether he's amused or annoyed with the night's antics, given the perpetual half-smile he dons, "Although, he is lacking for sleep this morning."

Kharjan straightens himself up with a soft 'tut'. The merchant's tail flicks to and fro as he considers your request. Part of you almost suspects that he might deny it as a bit of petty payback for the ruckus you caused. Or, even worse yet, refuse to cook you your morning meal! It is a fortune thing that he possesses better humor than the more dour Ranabi. Turning on his paws, he makes his way towards your tent with little more than a playful comment.

"Perhaps Kharaya will be so thoughtful as to bring Kharjan a guest next time. He is also not so old as to lack for certain needs."

With your advisor off gathering up clothing for you and Zafira, you turn to find your Redguard lover sheepishly toying with the furs atop Bakhum's bedding.

"You didn't tell me there was someone else here!" Were her complexion lighter, you might well see her living up to the name of her people, with how flustered she seems, "Divines, the things I said last night. The things I did. I can't imagine what he'll think of me."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya finds herself smiling sheepishly at Kharjan's approach, feeling a small amount of guilt for any interruptions she caused to his rest. "Sincere apologies, Kharjan. This one can manage the morning's business once she is ready should Kharjan desire more rest. If it is of help, Kharaya has already identified a potential business arrangement to be made for future profit. This one will look into it further today, but perhaps it is best we discuss it later when Kharaya has more than just her fur to protect against the cold chill of Skyrim's wind, yes?"

Kharaya smiles once more at Kharjan's departing comment, nodding her head in agreement. "Of course. This one suspects Kharjan will be more than capable of charming future guests Kharaya brings back. Kharjan is also welcome to join Kharaya on future trips into the city if he wishes."

Once Kharjan walks away, Kharaya turns her attention back to the current guest, her smile shifting from one of polite warmth to the flirtatious smirk that had graced her muzzle for much of the time she has spoken with Zafira. She slowly crawls back over to the Redguard, her hips swaying gently from side to side as she prowled up towards the bashful woman - in such contrast to her confidence when regaling Kharaya and Bakhum with stories of her past the night before. "He will think Zafira is a very lucky woman... who had a very enjoyable night." Kharaya purred as she drew close, planting a few kisses and licks across her chest. "And should that not be enough to comfort Zafira, Kharaya promises to more than make up for any embarrassment personally." she adds as her lips start to nip at Zafira's neck before finally reaching her lips and offering a more intimate kiss.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Zafira makes little effort to resist you as you prowl over to her, the bashful Redguard only offering you the delight of a few soft, breathy sighs as you begin to kiss and suckle at the cum-drenched flesh of her chest and neck. Her hands come to rest on your arms, stroking them with all the tenderness of a lover as you nibble your way up to her succulent lips and share a long, passionate kiss. The morning light might have robbed her of some of her boldness, but it certainly does not steal away the deftness of her tongue, as you as delighted to find out.

As the two of you sink into an increasingly intimate embrace, hands begin to drift and linger across one another, the flap of the tent parts. It's enough to cause Zafira to part her lips from your own, though it does little to stop your closeness. If anything, it makes her settle up all the closer to you, pressing her body into your own to try and hide your more intimate parts. Luckily, it does not seem to be very necessary. Rather than poke his head in, Kharjan makes his presence known only by his voice and the sight of his hands placing down what looks to be a few sheer, silky shifts.

"Kharjan is thinking this will be sufficient for now, no? And he is thinking he will be taking a walk around the walls after this. Perhaps Kharaya's guest will be ready for a meal before he is back."

You imagine there was a knowing wink that accompanied the statement, as the elderly Khajit allows the tent's flap to close once more, leaving you and Zafira to your own devices.

"Well... I suppose that is that. We could slip out of camp in your night clothes and have a quick bath."

Though it's hard to see with the lack of light, a twinkle of mischief seems to creep its way into Zafira's dark eyes.

"Or... maybe we could see how watchful today's sentry is and race to the river in the nude. No point in dirtying up clean clothes before we've washed."

[Lazy Kitsune]

A familiar heat builds between the two women as Kharaya feels Zafira's tongue mingle with her own. Covered as they both are in the same man's seed, there is little objection to letting their sticky bodies rub together, or even press close in an embrace as they kissed each other good morning. Kharaya's ears twitch at Kharjan's arrival and she wraps an arm around Zafira's back so as to help hold her steadily against Kharaya's own body, not to lose a moment of intimacy between the two of them even as Kharjan presented them with their clothes without infringing on their privacy. At least, not more than could not be avoided.

"Thank you, Kharjan." Kharaya calls out of the tent, casting her eyes over towards the silken nightwear set by the tent's entrance even as she kept her own muzzle orbiting close to Zafira's lips, constantly teasing the promise of more kisses. "Those will do nicely for now. Kharaya is sure our guest will be ready for a proper introduction once you return."

Kharaya doesn't waste much time offering the teased kiss to Zafira once they have their privacy once more before pulling away so they can cool their heads enough to begin making effort on getting ready for the day. Zafira's next suggestion, however, intrigues Kharaya greatly. She would be lying if she said the idea had not crossed her mind already.

"It would be wasteful for four outfits be tarnished for one night's fun. Surely Zafira's suggestion is the wiser, more conservative option, no?" this one's already smirking lips grow into a wider, more roguish smile as her will is taken with the fancy of mischief. Giggling as she beckons Zafira to follow with a few kisses that draw her close while Kharaya begins to crawl backwards towards the entrance of the tent. She perches up onto her feet at the entrance and hooks her finger towards herself to call Zafira to her side.

"Let's be off then, no? Better to move fast. Bakhum shall certainly enjoy the show of us running over towards him at the river. And perhaps any other lucky guards that catch sight of Kharaya and Zafira from behind."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

There's a giddiness in the air as the two of you prepare for your little streak. It's hard to make out just how many folks might be milling about the fields beyond the city's mighty walls, but that just adds to the thrill itself. Shuffling up beside you, Zafira seems eager at the prospect of what was to come. An expected thing for a woman who was more than open with her preference for titillating others the night prior. Clutching your shift between her fingers, the Redguard peeks her head out and glances around the camp to see whether Kharjan really had made good on his word.

And then, she runs. The two of you book it out of your tent and go rushing through the brisk morning air like a pair of girls many years your junior, giggling all the way. It's certainly quite cold outside the safety of your tent, though your fur does a good job of blocking out the worst of the chill. Zafira lacks the insulation, and the shock of the cool morning breeze only seems to invigorate her all the more.

You both hurry down the incline from your campsite near the walls, hurrying around a bend in the river before it flows further down to pass into Whiterun proper. An appreciative whistle hounds you along the way, a pair of farmers down the road having stopped to catch a glimpse at your supple bodies as you hurried to cover. And just beyond the slope, the familiar sight of Bakhum, his fur still drenched by the river's icy flow.

"This one did not expect company so soon. Kharaya and Zafira recover well, it seems."

Your lover's rumbling voice greets you, though even as he towels himself off with a length of cloth, his eyes are drawn to your seed-covered bodies. Zafira pulls your shift up to her chest bashfully, though the way she holds herself certainly indicates she doesn't mind the hulking Khajit's curious eyes.

"No thanks to you, you brute! Running on bowed legs isn't easy," You can all but hear the flush in her words as she takes a few exploratory steps toward the river, "Divines, we definitely got seen, didn't we? I couldn't catch a glimpse of who... but I'm sure I'll hear about it back at the tavern. Maybe the boys will tip a little better."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The two of them must have made quite the sight, not least because they were both endowed enough to offer an enjoyable bounce as they ran that could be enjoyed even from a distance as their tits shook and swayed in their rush to the river. A sight that it seemed was enjoyed by someone at least, a fact with Kharaya actually found herself appreciating. Being spotted by a couple of farmers was of no harm, if anything it may encourage them to stop by the caravan later to peruse her wares. But it validated the risk that they could be seen by more people. A risk that was a significant part of the thrill and made her folds burn with excitement. As tempting as it is, she does not stop to wave at them. If they were of a bold inclination, that may invite more immediate attention, and Zafira and Kharaya were going through all this to get clean, not make more of a mess.

Though such conviction wavered the moment she saw Bakhum once more, fur wet from the waters they had reached and his eyes already upon their bodies once more. Kharaya knew she could never deny his needs and if he saw fit that she should be made a mess of all over again she would accept it. Relish even wearing his seed the entire day. Kharaya had been trained her whole life to submit to the wills of others and it had become natural for her. Being in charge of a caravan may be at odds with such subservient nature, however it was a passion she was willing to work hard at. Resisting any commands from a lover as dominant as Bakhum, however, may be beyond her strength of will. Helped in no small part by how much she yearned for his dominance.

Still, for as long as she was permitted to act freely, she will continue with her intended course of action. "It would have been a tragedy for such a sight to have passed by in this world and no one to have seen it, no?" Kharaya says as she slips into the river, feeling its cold chill on her fur. "Besides, this one would expect Zafira to enjoy the notion that at the very least two more men will be filling their hands with their seed at the memory of but a glance at her beauty. Now come... Kharaya and Zafira should clean fast. The water is icy to the touch... and if we take too long Kharaya doubts Bakhum could resist claiming us once more. And then we may be trapped all day trying to clean ourselves in this river only to somehow end up messier than before."