In Her Father's Footsteps (LazyKitsune)

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Astria Windblade

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Name: Astria Windblade
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance:


Perks:
Mara's Compassion - Her time devoted to Mara has engrained a warm grace within her that comes across even with brief interactions. She has a way of making people open up to her and relax around her and her acts of kindness tend to be rewarded with more kindness in return.
Dibellan Arts - Astria's earlier devotions are still important to her and she's kept up her practices as best as she can. She knows her way around male and female bodies very well. A night with her is guaranteed to impress. A few moments alone is enough to overwhelm those less experienced. Even a brief touch done in the right way can be enough to distract and daze someone.
Restoration Savant - While she has dabbled in a few forms of magic, Restoration is by far her most talented. Wards and Healing spells alike come naturally to her and tend to be stronger than the average cast.
Unassuming Guise - While certainly a beauty to behold, and the star fantasy in the imaginations of many of Riften's men and a fair number of its women, Astria appears to be an ordinary Priestess of Mara. People tend to take that at face value which gives her avenues to get into places she ordinarily couldn't or slip by unnoticed or simply be overlooked.
Flaws:
Mature Body - Time and motherhood have changed Astria's body from the lithe, nimble thing it was back in her heyday. While she quite enjoys her new shapely form, the added weight and tiredness in her muscles does slow her down. She can't exert herself as hard or for as long as most younger, fitter adventuring sorts.
Mother Hen - She will do anything for her daughter. Anything to keep her safe. Anything.
Stoking Flame - Astria was always quite the libidinous woman. Now she's been spoiled by many good years getting very thoroughly fucked by her husband - an absolutely incomparable lover. With him having passed away, however, she's been left without another's touch for far too long. Her body aches for physical contact and may be more receptive to unwanted advances than her mind is.

Background: Nowadays Astria is known as a kindly and faithful priestess of Mara who tends to the ailments of the poor and destitute of Riften, turning away none who seek her council regardless of status, wealth or reputation. It would be quite surprising for many who know her know to learn that she was once the very bold and adventurous lass in her youth, having trekked across the length and breadth of Skyrim a fair few times over. Of course that was how she met her husband, the now famous Thane of Riften, Fenrarik Windblade - from whom she took her clan name. Of course back then, he was no Thane, but a common sellsword. And she was not a Priestess of Mara. Oh, the Divines still guided her life back then as much as they do now, but it was actually Dibella to whom she was devoted - A trend more common among Mara's female priesthood than most tend to realise. Indulging in her talents would not go without consequences for the two of them for too long, and in time Astria found herself pregnant. With their beautiful baby girl. Ellia. It was around this time that Astria found herself drawn more towards the teachings of Mara than of Dibella. It felt like a natural progression, following one form of love to another now that she had reached a new stage in her life.

Though Riften could sometimes be a rough neighbourhood to raise a child in, Ellia could not have been in safer hands. Fenrarik earned his reputation through skill, not even the Thieves Guild would dare approach his daughter for fear of angering the Windblade of the Rift. Ellia adored her father for this and soon took after him. While Astria matured into her new matronly and caring role, she found she had not one but two sword swinging, energetic rapscallions to look after, taking care of their bruises whenever they came back from training in the yard, swinging wooden swords into each other while yelling about honour and glory. Ellia ate up Fenrarik's stories about his past adventurers and her father agreed that once she was old enough he would take her to see the world beyond the Rift himself and they could have an adventurer just like the ones he used to have in the past. Sadly he would never get to take her on that adventure. While carrying out a task at the behest of the Jarl, Fenrarik was slain in a bandit ambush out at the edges of the Hold territory. His Housecarl returned with his body and one last story of Fenrarik's heroics, of how he vanquished every last one of the bandits before succumbing to his wounds.

Astria and Ellia were devastated. Their home in Riften felt hollow from that day on. While the Jarl made sure the two were looked after and Astria had her duties with the Temple of Mara to keep her busy, Ellia had nothing but her memories of her father making a promise he would never get to keep. Eventually it became apparent that with or without her father being there to look after her, she would go on that adventure once she was old enough. She spent the following few years training with Fenrarik's old Housecarl and some of the Riften Guards and running chores around the town in order to save up for her own arms and armour. Set on being a Shield Maiden that would have a reputation to match her own father's, there was little Astria could do to dissuade her daughter from venturing out into the world once she came of age. So instead she did the opposite. When the time finally came, and Ellia had gathered all the supplies she needed to start their journey, Astria watches with a tear in her eye and a smile on her face as Ellia said her goodbyes. Only to immediately step outside the home and begin following her, offering to take some of her bags and fussing with her armour to make sure it was on properly. Whether Ellia wanted it or not, her mother was going to come along to make sure she was safe.

Turn Ons: Sub/dom play, bestiality, rape, gangbang, drunk / drugged sex, incest, hypnosis, sex as bargaining, groping, ogling, voyeurism, risk of being seen/caught
Turn Offs: Gore, vore, pedo, scat, insects and arachnids.

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The pale sun of Skyrim rises high above as another morning out on the trail stirs you from a pleasant slumber. It had been some weeks since you set out from Riften on the heels of your headstrong daughter, whose trek into the wider world was not without its share of pitfalls. Having spent most all of her life behind the high walls of the Hold, Ellia was perhaps not the best trailblazer, but what she lacked for in experience she seemed to make up for with dedication. And if dedication failed, well... there was a reason you had accompanied her despite her protests. You might not have been the mighty warrior your husband was, but there was no way anything horrible was befalling your only girl while you had something to say about it. The apple of your eye is not present in the tent the two of you share as you rub the sleep from your eyes, however, and as you push the furs aside to try and search for her, the sound of steel biting into wood with a satisfying 'crack' puts any potential panic to rest. There were many things Ellia had inherited from your late husband, but the one most prominently featured in your trek into the wider world so far was his tendency to be an early riser—the girl must have woken up long before you and set off to chop wood for the morning's cook fire before you had the opportunity to put it together.

Shimmying into your clothes for the day, you're greeted to the sight of Ellia bringing her axe down on the last of the unfortunate logs she had fished from your supplies, tossing them into the kindling she must have gathered before the sun was high in the sky. She catches sight of you as she hefts the heavy steel head up onto her shoulder, turning to properly acknowledge you.

"Ah, mother," She almost seems a little bashful as she speaks, perhaps underestimating how noisy she was being in her zeal to get the day started, "I didn't realize you were up. I had hoped to get breakfast finished before you rose; Ivarstead shouldn't be far, if we're quick today."

Ivarstead, the place where your errant daughter wished to make a name for herself. It all started shortly after you left Riften, when the inns were still relatively plentiful, and you could expect a soft feather bed beneath you on more nights than not. While drinking with some of the men at one of the humble little taprooms, Ellia had caught wind of unrest in that humblest of towns on the Throat of the World. Apparently, there were rumors of foul magicks being practiced in the old barrows just north of town, the fruits of which stalked the countryside preying upon good folk. Ivarstead fell under the purview of the Jarl of Riften, and perhaps there would be a response in the way of a Thane being sent to investigate the matter, but Ellia was convinced she could get there and solve it first, adding a first notch to her sword belt. Truth be told, rumors were often just that, but the threat of necromancy was not one to be taken lightly. Ellia might have swung an axe as well as any household guardsmen, but draugr were unlikely to find fear in the face of her battle-cries, and even veteran warriors could be overwhelmed by their unending pursuit.

All the better that she had an experienced hand at Restoration magic on her side. Undead hordes might have been a challenge for those who fought with steel and grit, but few creatures of darkness could withstand the wards of a veteran priestess. Ellia is quick to wipe the sweat from her brow, running her fingers through that wild mane of hers as she looks about the supplies you still have left: mostly flour and dried meat, at this point, but enough to make a reasonable morning meal with a little creativity. Something she seems to look to you for.

"Seeing as though you are up, though... perhaps you might wish to cook?"

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Ellia Windblade

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Name: Ellia Windblade
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Nord
Appearance:

Perk:
Nordic Beauty - Inheriting the best parts of both her father's winning smile and fiery mane, and her mother's bountiful figure, Ellia is a fierce Nordic beauty, able to dazzle men (and the occasional woman) with her good looks and sensual if she so chooses.
Powerful Physique - Tall and brawny, Ellia possesses a warrior's powerful build, allowing her to match or even exceed the feats of strength and endurance of more veteran warriors, and carry the day when matters of force are required.
Shieldmaiden-to-Be - Trained with axe, shield and sword from a young age, Ellia makes up for her lack of proper experience with a certain innate ferocity that makes her quite the sight on the battlefield despite her age.

Flaw:
Temperamental - Ellia's temper is as fiery as the crimson red locks atop her head, and she is easily provoked into violence or feats of bravado without so much as considering the consequences to follow.
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[Lazy Kitsune]

I still dreamt about Fenrarik often. Of course I would, he was the love of my life. Though something about sleeping in a tent out in the wilds made those dreams come all the more vividly. We had spent much of our early relationship sharing tents such as this, out between adventures or when simply travelling between cities. Never ones to take the easy option of travelling by carriage, either of us, the nights in the wild were some of our best. And wildest. No reason to be quiet when away from the prying ears of a town or city. There was no sleepy inn to worry about waking up as he pounded me into the dirt like a beast in heat and I howled my pleasure in much a similar manner. The whole ordeal would leave us both sweat slicked, bruised and blissfully passing out on top of each other. Not many men had the capacity to keep up with a priestess of Dibella in her prime. It stands to reason that Ellia was likely conceived on one of these nights. She certainly has the ferocity for it. Though as I stir awake, pleasant memories of my husband make way for my knowledge of the present. That familiar smell that evoked his image all the more came not from his heady musk as he mounted me, but from our daughter's bedroll, left empty as she proves herself to be as much an early riser as her vivacious father. The crack of an axe against wood makes clear her intent. If she was so set on beginning the day properly, then I best get dressed and ready to join her.

Gone were the days of tight fitting pants hugging my thighs as I traipsed around Skyrim's mountains and forests with the all the nimbleness of youth. Dresses and robes were more my thing now, although even these looser fitting clothes were still nicely filled out by my shapely features. The fabric of my dress folds around the curves of my hips and plump ass. Thanks to my... significant bust, even my more modest travelling dresses have the tendency of making me look like a sultry tavern wench eager for a good tip or two. The girls simply refused to be contained, stretching the bodice to turn the modest exposure around my collars into a bountiful visage of rolling cleavage on full display, propped up and squeezed together in a way that almost made them look bigger. Certainly evoking a bit of the perkiness they had in my youth. Loosening the dress to better suit my shape had other side effects. The wavy straps that were to cover my shoulders sagged loosely and had the tendency to drift past my shoulders. I personally found this added to the look quite nicely though, and even if it looked like my breasts were fighting to spill out from my dress at all times, the girls were actually doing a wonderful job of holding the dress up all on their own, especially with the help of the lace bindings securing the front and back of the dress shut. My precious amulet of Mara rested within the valley of my cleavage, comfortably embraced between my breasts yet still positioned to be visible before any passer by - although they may have to peer a bit to get a clear view. While I was not travelling in my full Priesthood garb, I still donned the cowl and hood associated with my position. It provided a decent enough additional layer to my clothing without being stifling and also made it clear to anyone we came across that I was a priestess of Mara and not a woman inviting marriage proposals.

"Eager to hit the trail, I see." I say, approaching Ellia. "Though I do hope you are getting a proper full sleep. Even the strongest Shield Maidens need to be well rested to tackle the challenges of the day." I'm light hearted in my tone, but my concern is genuine. Although perhaps a little hypocritical. When I was her age, most of my nights were spent being very active. With her father or... any other man or woman at the time. A priestess of Dibella was expected indulge in many lovers. Often multiple at a time. Not that her father was any less of a wide spread lover at the time either.

My smile widens as I see her attention turn towards our food supplies. "Oh?" I say, my voice raising up in pitch and volume as I fold my arms under my bust. "So suddenly its not so bothersome to have your mother tagging along on your grand adventure now that you need a good meal in your belly? I see how it is." I click my tongue at her and shake my head, though after teasing her enough I wave my hand and step towards the food. "Don't you worry your little head about it, El. It's not much, but I can make a decent meal out of anything. Get the fire started for me, will you?" I ruffle her hair before she has a chance to move away and then start gathering up ingredients.

We certainly don't have much to work with, but I've made more with less. A few herbs and spices can add some flavour to even these simple ingredients. Fortunately for Ellia, I had had the foresight to take a few with me. We would need to restock some more, however. Perhaps at Ivarstead, though back in the day I could harvest some of these from the wildlife directly. Perhaps I could put some of those skills to some use again, if I hadn't forgotten them completely, or let Ellia know what to look out for on our travels. As I begin working on our modest breakfast, I strike up a conversation with my dear daughter to help pass the time.

"So, El, remind me. Have we ever taken you to Ivarstead before? To see the Seven Thousand Steps perhaps? Maybe we should try walking them while we're there. We don't have to go all the way up, but making the journey is quite the experience. I've been a few times before. On behalf of the Temple of Mara, not with your father. To give blessings and perform ceremonies for the town and to leave donations for the Greybeards. Its a nice place, but much smaller than Riften. ...A lot of bears, if I remember right."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Ellia's face flushes nearly as red as her fiery mane when you tease her about your presence in her little adventure and how quickly her tune changes when it's time to handle provisions. For all her bluster and warrior spirit, she was never one who took embarrassment especially well—as evidenced by the way she crosses her arms over her bust and huffs.

"I'm perfectly capable of cooking for myself... but the division of labor is only fair."

Her pout is a little less convincing, but once you've ruffled her hair and set about preparing your daily meal, she slinks off to set up the campfire easily enough. The sound of steel striking flint punctuates your dreamy walk down memory lane, and it only stops once you've finished recounting your time at Ivarstead in years now long gone. The smell of woodsmoke follows close behind, as the flaming tinder begins to ignite the little pile of wood Ellia had assembled. She hoists herself up off her knees before answering you, brushing off the debris that still clung to the legs of her trousers.

"I've never been farther than Black-Briar Lodge, and that wasn't with either you or father," She recounts, though not without the littlest bit of bitterness, "Ivarstead's about as far as I figured I'd ever go. Though I can't imagine there's too much for me there: I don't have near enough whiskers to become a Greybeard."

That much was true enough. Compared to cosmopolitan Riften, Ivarstead was a bit of a backwater. But it was rustic enough to get a good taste for adventuring in, and you couldn't help but wonder how many familiar faces would remain there for you, now many years older than the fresh-faced, open-robed Dibellan who had lightened the spirits (and balls) of so many of the town's young men. Maybe you'd even have the opportunity to get... reacquainted, with a few of them. Woodsmen tended to be wonderfully wild when they found themselves in female company, and it had been a long while since you had a rough pair of hands all over your body.

"... Mother?" Ellia's words shake you from that little reverie, and she quirks a brow quizzically at whatever caught your fancy so, "You had a strange look for a moment there. I was going to say, I wouldn't much mind scaling the steps. How much hospitality we'll find on the mountain, I cannot say, but at least I'll be able to say I scaled the Throat of the World. That'd make the trip worth it."

[Lazy Kitsune]

El's objections bring a smile to my face, even if I keep it tight to avoid teasing her too much. "Of course, El. I'm sure you would cook as well as Mother Mara herself... should you ever pick up a ladle instead of an axe." Of course, a little teasing was still perfectly permitted, especially if it made her cheeks glow a fiery red to match the hair she shares with her father. Though to be fair to the lass, she does her fair share of getting the morning going. Having risen early enough as it were, I was hardly going to ask too much of her, and she does a good job getting the cookfire going so I could begin work on our morning's meal. Though as I work our small cookpot over the flames it seems Ellia has more to say on the matter of travelling. A welcome conversation to help pass the time while I tend to the food.

"Oh? And who exactly did you go to the Black-Briar Lodge with then, dare I ask?" I say pointedly, though regardless of her response I offer the mercy of moving the conversation on to more current matters. "Well, your father and I may have been too busy to show you the Hold while you were younger, but we never had any doubts you would see much of the whole province in your own time. Perhaps even further, one day."

While my duties at the Temple of Mara had brought me to Ivarstead on the occasion, it must have been longer still since I truly stayed at the small mountainside town. Perhaps before Ellia all together. Now that was a very different time. It may be a rather small and simplistic place compared to much of what Skyrim has to offer, but there is still much joy to be found by a practitioner of the Dibellan arts in the arms of a strong woodsman. Or several. I must have seemed so exotic to them, back then. A priestess from out of town with seemingly more knowledge of their own bodies than they had themselves. At times those men could rut with a ferocity to rival the bears that inhabited the woods around the town. With enough of them around eager to rid themselves of the stress of working the lumbermill all day and not much else to do nearby, I found myself with quite enough attention to lose track of the days at times. Not to mention the occasional pilgrim I kept warm on their journey up the Seven Thousand Steps. The Inn Keeper's son was particularly fond if me if I remembered correctly... though that was a lifetime ago. Ivarstead wasn't the kind of town where the people would leave over time, however such time had past that all those men would surely have wives of their own by now and I had changed that perhaps they would not find my so alluring. If they even remembered me - my visits since have been in such a different manner and so brief that I have had little opportunity to reconnect with anyone. Though if a new generation of pent up woodsmen were to be interested in a more mature touch and guidance... I would certainly be interested in...

"Oh?" El's words bring my mind back from its wondering. Has it been so long already that I lose myself to my idle fantasies so quickly? Now it is my turn to feel my cheeks flush, though fortunately I have the cooking to focus on to ground me in reality. "Sorry, I was simply recalling my past visits to the town. There isn't usually much in the way of adventure around Ivarstead. I'm sure whatever has disturbed the locals will be trivial compared to whatever adventure we will find next. Though while we are there attempting the climb would certainly be a grand start to your adventure. Memories that can last a lifetime are made on that trek."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your inquiry into her private affairs earns an eye-roll from your daughter. She might have been a woman grown now, but she didn't seem to leave much of her adolescent attitude behind on the way there. At least, when it came to matters of personal relationships.

"I went to the Black-Briar Lodge with the Black-Briars, mother. At least, until Bolgeir decided to get handsy and needed to be put in his place."

She scoffs at the mention, and you can't help but wonder how you'd never heard such a tale. Usually, the Black-Briar family was quite vengeful when it came to matters of pride—such as being turned down by a fiery maiden—yet, to your knowledge, there was never mention of such exploit to either your husband, yourself, or your housecarl. Perhaps Fenrarik's position saw the matter put to bed before it became an issue. Or, more likely, the Black-Briar boy didn't dare to tell the formidable matriarch of his clan that he had caught a beating from a woman of all people over wandering eyes and greedy hands. That seemed the more likely story.

Part of you felt proud of how she seemed to handle herself. Another couldn't help but wonder whether Ellia couldn't have benefitted from a little rough and tumble before leaving Riften. Perhaps not with Borgeir Black-Briar, but surely one of the comely lads around town. She never seemed to show much interest in the matter, however, and that was doubly true after her father passed away and she dedicated herself thoroughly to the path of a shield-maiden. Perhaps some of her ample attitude might have been eased if she had managed to find a strong stud to work out some aggression with outside the training yard. Or many strong studs, as her mother had known when she was such an age. Something to think about, as you help guide her through Skyrim. Adventurers were never a particularly chaste sort, after all.

The rest of the cooking goes by in solemn silence as Ellia seems to consider the legacy her path will leave behind. The sternness on her features seems to melt somewhat in the face of the hot cakes you've managed to prepare, and she proves herself every bit her father's daughter in the face of a proper meal, devouring everything you offer her and more to offset the labor of the morning. She proves herself every bit her father's daughter as she wicks away the last few dollops of grease on her fingers, too, going from blissful to alert in a mere moment.

"Mother... you mentioned bears earlier."

You find yourself somewhat alert too at her words, and she raises a hand as if to quiet any potential answer just long enough to listen. In the distance, you can hear it. The deep, guttural snarl of a woodlands beast. Ellia's hand drifts towards her axe almost on instinct.

Then, another sound. A shriek and one decided more human than beast. Ellia jumps to her feet as it becomes clear the animal in question is not as interested in your camp as it is someone near enough to be heard. Though she's yet to wiggle into her mail, that doesn't seem to stop your daughter from sliding her arm into her shield's loops and fastening it as she moves toward the edge of your impromptu encampment.

"Come on! I think I know which direction it's coming from!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

I clicked my tongue at Ellia's little tale about her run in with the Black-Briars. "And what were you doing with the Black-Briars in the first place, El? I thought your father and I told you to steer clear of that family." I make a point of starting with a bit of scolding, but mostly I feel a swelling of pride hearing about how my dear girl was standing up for herself, even against members of a family as powerful as the Black-Briars. If anyone needed a genuine telling off, it was that Black-Briar lad. It was hardly the first tale of this kind I had heard about him. I've needed to set him straight myself on occasion after hearing from some of my sisters at the Temple. "But good on you for setting him right. Us Windblade women aren't the type to be pushed around."

Given that this story hadn't reached my ears before now, it was likely the Black-Briar boy had little interest in broadcasting his wounded pride to the Hold by kicking up a fuss. My kin would refer to a lad like him as a milk-drinker, though I always felt the term was ill fitting for the sort. Milk was good for a warrior, and goodness knows Fenrarik drank his fill while I had plenty of my own at hand. Skeever is a more accurate term; a dirt, cowardly rat likely to give you a disease if you so much as touch it.

Of course, this did bring to mind another matter. While I'm proud Ellia did not let the Black-Briar lad have what he wanted, I don't know if anyone the lass has been courting. Unless she's been sneaking off to tumble with a stable hand when I've been at the temple then its entirely possible my dear El has been letting one of life's most delightful pleasures pass by unexplored while focused on preparing for her adventure. By the time I was her age I had experiences enough to rival women the age I am now. Of course, I had the distinct advantage of Dibellan training, which guaranteed a degree more experience than most. But on my travels it became apparent that most adventurers were of a similarly hot blooded disposition of what was at the time my sisterhood. Hopefully once she starts running into adventuring partners of her own, Ellia doesn't find herself overly shocked by their ways.

The meal we share is adequate enough, though I dearly missed proper ingredients. It has been a while since I've had to cook on the road. Perhaps I've been thoroughly spoiled by a well stocked kitchen. Quite frankly, to say we 'share' the meal might be a bit of a stretch, as by the time I had sat to eat my share, El had already devoured most of hers.

Her senses keener than mine, El seems to notice something that brings her to an alert stance. Setting my bowl aside, I slowly rise to my feet. This forest had quite its fair share of beasts, but bears were a particular pest near Ivarstead. Their territory was best to be avoided, as they would usually let travellers pass by on the roads undisturbed. In this instance, however, it sounded like some poor soul was already facing down one of these beasts.

As El springs into action, I follow suit. I'm not as fast or as nimble as Ellia. Perhaps even in my best days she would have a clear advantage over me on both fronts. But I have little to carry to weigh me down and have a mother's instincts to drive me to stay as close to my daughter as possible when danger is near. I keep behind her, ready to lend my magic to the situation as I follow Ellia's ears to the source of this commotion.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The brush is quick to snap and crumple under the weight of your daughter's might as the two of you hurry off in search of the unfolding commotion. She's quite the trailblazer when she wants to be, although much of that is likely her father's brawn coming out, and it's only by a mother's desire to protect her child and the shocking curtain of red hair that billows behind her whenever she threatens to get lost in the foliage that you manage to keep up with her through the mud and plant life. You can hear the sounds more easily even through the rustling, the dominant roar of beasts, and the shouting of people. You must be getting closer. It won't be long before Ellia finds them.

And she does, predictably, a few long strides before you can catch up. You've known the girl long enough to know her first instinct. You've seen her train with the Housecarls at the hold. She's the type to fly in, axe first, and ask questions later once she's gotten her opposition bloodied and beaten into the dirt. The fact she stops at the throat of the clearing ahead indicates something must be quite formidable to stop her dead in her tracks, blue eyes wide as if trying to figure out just what it was she was looking at. As you hurry beside her and cast your gaze into the clearing, the sight in question takes you a moment to find but certainly explains her shock.

The source of the shrieking is the first thing you set sights on, if only because her shrieking does not stop when you arrive. A young Nord woman with long, wavy brown hair and a thoroughly muddied dress hides behind a sturdy oak tree, wide-eyed with terror. On the other side of that dear tree, a lumbering mountain beast of an animal: a brown bear, big and hairy and mean as ever. The creature swipes at the girl, who quickly ducks to the other side of the tree with a yelp, the beast carving shards of bark and good for his efforts. He swipes again at the other side, causing the girls to hurry away, using the tree as a shield as the beast tries to get at her. Perhaps growing frustrated with the chase, the bear rose onto his haunches and pressed both forepaws against the tree, shoving against it hard as if to uproot it entirely. Something perhaps not so impossible, given the way it sways.

When he does press up against the tree, you suddenly understand Ellia's shock. Between the bear's rear legs is more than just a pair of fuzzy balls. Long and thick and pink and drooling, the creature sports a rather impressive erection, and you know enough about wildlife to know such a thing would not make an appearance if it was not meant to be used. Suddenly, its aggression makes sense.

Another cry peels your eyes away from the first bear, just in time to see another person a ways off in the clear with a second beast. A young Nord finds himself tossed into the mud by a powerful swipe of a paw, what looks to be an iron dagger clattering into the mud. The second bear roars defiantly at his quarry, looming heavy over him, and you see in the same moment as the poor lad that it is afflicted much the same as its companion: a monstrous cock throbs just between its legs. His eyes going wide in horror, the lad hurries to scramble towards his discarded weapon, but it's too late. The bear falls onto its front legs and lunges forward, biting at the young man's pants, which you only realize after the fact was already open and half-down to begin with. A quick yank drags them down around his ankles and brings the lad himself precarious close to the bear, who is quickly to lumber atop and mount him.

"N—No! Please, don't, I—Aggghhh!"

Though you can't see the act itself with the creature atop him, you flinch sympathetically as you watch the bear drop its hips forward and sink its hefty member into its unwilling sheath, his scream drowned out by the triumphant roar of a beast in the throes of mating. Any further protest is muffled as the weight of the bear sees him pressed face down into the ground, hands grasping madly at the soil for any kind of leverage or succor as the victorious male takes his pleasure, rutting the loser into the dirt with a primal glee.

Your heart beats hard in your chest as you realize such a fate awaits the girl too, if the first beast gets ahold of her. Or even Ellia or yourself, if you intervene and find yourself on the losing end of the exchange. The bizarre nature of what unfolds before you seems to have stunned your daughter, at least momentarily, into inaction, and you find the choice to be yours entirely. Do you intervene? How would you do it? Dispatch the first bear to spare the girl her fellow's fate? Attempt to get the second bear off the poor young man and spare him further shame? Or, perhaps, choose to do nothing, and urge Ellia to remain a bystander alongside you. The bears seem to know what they want, after all, and it's doubtful they mean to harm the duo after they've emptied their balls. Perhaps it's better to let nature run its course, let the bears have their fun—and the young Nords too, if the change in pitch from the young man's muffled groans is indicative of what you think it is—then come to their aid and offer counsel after the creatures have wandered off, as Dibellans are wont to do in such cases.

[Lazy Kitsune]

To push myself to run like this, while still something I was fit enough to do, was rather risky given my attire of all things. Yes the dress I wore was designed with hardy travelling in mind, but my curves made my body threaten to spill out on multiple ends - most prominently my bust, my copious cleavage packed in tight and made plumper by the squeeze of my attire. It would bounce and sway and strain against its fabric confines most rebelliously as I ran my paces to keep up with my daughter. An errant tree branch or unfortunately tumble might be all that its needed to creature just the right tear to bring my breasts spilling out forth. This, however, is hardly the most pressing thought on my mind as I race to keep up with my daughter in pursuit of danger and fortunately is not a fate that comes to rear its head on this occasion.

Stopping just shy of leaving the shadow of the tree branches overhead, I let my breath catch itself as I join Ellia's side, curious to see what could bring her to pause in the pursuit of rescuing someone from a bear attack. Our damsel in distress, a young looking brunette woman who has certainly been through the thick of it already trying to escape from this beast, cowers behind the cover a strong, thick oak tree, while the bellowing beast claws at across the tree's surface to try and reach it's prey. It was certainly a vicious beast. The bears of Skyrim were of a hardy breed. Or breeds, as there were a few varieties within these lands, but even among its formidable brethren this one seemed particularly ferocious. Though that alone doesn't seem like the sort of thing that would give my daughter pause. No, the reason for her shock, and my own once I see it, becomes apparent as it rears itself up onto its hide legs.

That was certainly large. And prominent. And angry. Not normally expected to be seen on display when battling a bear. Though as if to answer our questions about the creature's intentions on using its erection, another cry draws our attention to someone else in peril, at the mercy of a similarly afflicted beast.

"Ysmir's beard!" I gasp out with a shudder as I see the beast loom over the poor man as he struggled in vain to fend it off. It drags him by his loose pants to beneath its hulking form before the following motions of the beast's hips make clear what it is doing to him. A most unexpected fate. Perhaps it could be considered better that meeting an untimely end as the beast's meal, but to take such a large cock into you like that. Even I have not done such a thing willingly, and I couldn't imagine the bear would be a gentle lover.

Shaking of the shock of this revelation, I turn to Ellia to see she herself has not yet wrapped her head around the events unfolding before her. I couldn't fault her for that. This was an abnormal situation, even for a seasoned adventurer to come across. Let alone one on her first trip to what should have been a quiet and simple first job.

As much as I wished to spare the poor lad further torment at the beast's hands and... other parts... I feared assaulting the creature while it had him pinned beneath him would be too risky until we had a better grasp of the situation. It could easily move on to mauling him if we attacked it in haste. The first bear we saw, currently hunting prey of its own, would make for a cleaner target. Restoration was by far my most learned and practiced school of magic, though I had dabbled in a wider variety back in my adventuring days. It has been quite a long time since I've needed to use any spell outside of the Restoration tree barring the occasional quick flame to help start a cookfire. But Restoration magic would offer little help in this situation until after the bears were dealt with. Conjuring shards of ice within the reach of my fingertips, I propel them towards the bear attacking the young woman in hopes of drawing its attention and wounding it from afar.

"El! Snap to!" I command. "Drive back the beast that can still move. Then we'll deal with the other one!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You're the first person to snap to attention and bring order to the chaos all about you. Deciding, at least for now, to leave the lad to his fate and the bear to its pleasure, you're swift to direct your attention to the remaining bear. Mana crackles to your fingertips as you channel the unfamiliar sensation of destruction magic into your hands. The already crisp morning air grows just that little bit chillier as you form crystals of magical ice just within reach of your digits, and with a thrust of your outstretched palm, send them hurdling towards the first bear as it continues to try to bring the offending tree down on its would-be victim.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Roll: 2d6
Results: 5, 6, Success!

The jagged fragments of frost crash into the bear's side with an audible 'thunk', and the beast goes from bellowing in frustration to bellowing in pain as they find purchase into its thick hide, sticking painfully out of its side. The monstrous animal rears about to see the source of its agony just in time for you to call out to your daughter who, having been stunned by the sight of what was unfolding, had near enough gone slack-jawed. Your call to action seems to shake her out of her thoughts and into the moment, though, and with a quickness, she brings her shield arm up and her axe to bear. The beast seems to rush forward to meet the two of you, but Ellia is quick to loose a battle cry and go charging forward to meet it before it has time to clear the distance. As the two of them meet, the bear heaves up onto its back legs again, rearing back a huge paw to swipe at your beloved child, just as she makes a heavy chop toward its flank.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Ellia Roll (Contested): 4d6 vs 3d6
Results: 5, 4, 2, 1, vs 3, 1, 6, Success!

Though they strike in tandem, Ellia's shield catches the bear's paw at an angle and diverts the worst of the impact down and away from her, leaving only splinters of softwood to be raked away by her opponent's claws. Her axe finds no such resistance on the way to the beast's side, and it roars out in protest for a second time as the blade of her weapon connects with its hide and leaves a deep dash in its umber fur. A more experienced fighter than most would give her credit for, she's quick to step back out of its reach as it thrashes and swings at her, knowing well that in a battle of brawn, even she was unlike to upend the beast if it got ahold of her. Luckily, the presence of a fiery shield-maiden to its front, weapon coated in its blood, is enough to keep its attention off of you and the girl, allowing you to act as you will while your pride and joy faces off with the wounded animal.

[Lazy Kitsune]

It seems a few quick words are enough to get Ellia in action, and once she meets the beast head on she's just as fierce as I knew she would be. Even with all her father's training, she would be no match for the beast in terms of raw strength, but her skill and quick thinking give her a clear advantage over the already wounded brute. "Yes, Ellia! Just like that! Use it's weight against it!" I yell out, forgetting myself for the moment as I pump my fist in the air, feeling more like a proud mother than a woman in a battlefield as I cheer her her on.

Catching sight of the other woman, I ground myself in reality once again and quickly gesture for her to come over towards me. "Quickly, get behind me." I say as I prepare to cast another spell. I focus my attention on the same beast El was facing off against. I'd rather we press our advantage on this one and try to slay or drive it off as quickly as possible before we turn our attention to the other. If I try to rescue that poor man now then I would only divide our attention across two foes, and if one of us were to start to fair poorly against their opponent then the other would no doubt be distracted by the turn in circumstances. Better we stay focused on the same enemy together. That man would have to hold out for a little longer, though fortunately the bears seemed to want to keep their prey alive. I could tend to his wounds after.

I move off to the side so that Ellia wasn't blocking my path towards the bear as I prepare more spikes of ice to fire into the beast's flank. The first barrage seemed to do the trick, so hopefully another would keep the things off balance and give Ellia a chance for a clean hit to finish it off. I may be rusty with destruction magic, but if I can keep hindering the beast then my daughter was more than skilled enough to take advantage of any openings I create.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though your applaud is surely appreciated by Ellia, the circumstances you find yourself in quickly catch up, and the battle continues on as the beast roars down at Ellia. The girl it had been pursuing, still wide-eyed in terror near the tree which had only narrowly saved her from the fate of her companion, is quick to follow your heeding and hurries away from the unfolding melee and to the relative safety of the woods behind you. Even if you weren't exactly as imposing as a proper warrior or your shield-maiden daughter, at least the bear would have to go through you to get to her. Or perhaps go into you, its motivation being what it was. You were not like to give it what it wanted, however, as mana continued to coalesce around your fingers and the chill of ice magic once more filled the space between your hands.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Roll: 2d6
Results: 6, 2 Success!

Your aim might not have been the match of an Imperial Battle-Mage, but when the ice spikes streak through the air at their angle, they manage to pepper the beast along its flank, adding to the haze of pain and frustration which addled it so. The bear redirects whatever rage it might have felt towards the nearest thing to it, which just so happens to be Ellia. Not such easy prey as a fleeing farmgirl or a half-nude beardless boy, your daughter is swift to retaliate in kind, bringing her shield up to fend off the incoming swipes and her axe to try and score a telling enough blow to either fell the big brute, or at least prove that continuing to pursue its current quarry was far more trouble than an empty pair of balls was worth.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Ellia Roll (Contested): 4d6 vs 3d6
Results: 2, 5, 3, 2, vs 2, 4, 3, Tie!

The melee carries on as the bear brings down its huge paws to try and flatten your dear daughter, though to her great credit, it is no more successful at felling her than it was in trying to tear down the tree who came before her. Every time it swings for her, she either ducks back, or else blocks and deflects the impact with the surface of her shield. Occasionally she whips her axe around the edge of the shield, chopping and hacking at the bear, but often enough she's either forced to cede her strike to avoid its frenzied thrashing, or the head of the axe glances off a thicker section of hide and fat and sinew, of which the creature has no shortage of. Though she is unable to bring the beast down low, she holds her own quite well, and you imagine that working in tandem, even a mighty mountain bear will not be able to hold out long. Even from a distance, it seems to be tiring, either from its wounds or general fatigue, and you imagine if it does not die outright, it will soon enough flee to preserve its life, if it can still value such a thing in its frenzied state.

The sound of deep, guttural groans reminds you that it is not the only bear in a frenzy, although its more successful companion is in a much different sort than its wounded partner. A cursory glance towards the space where the young man met his unfortunate fate reveals that the beast making him its mate has fallen into quite the passionate rhythm, each drop of its hips causing its muscular form to ripple and writhe. You can just barely make out the Nord boy beneath it, his hands having clawed deep grooves into the dirt in an effort to escape before retreating into fists to try and weather the storm that was the bear's bestial lust. Every time the bear ruts itself into him, you can make out his cries, just barely, over the grizzly's grunting, the air pushed from his lungs in pathetic gasps as the beast leaves little room within him for much else, its endowment being as imposing as it was. The difference in their sizes doesn't seem to make much of a difference to the creature, however, and as it continues to pound its hips forward and rumble in the pleasure of a warm, tight hole to make use of. For however long that hole can remain tight under its efforts.

You can't help but wonder, as you refocus on the bear engaging Ellia, just how much longer its likely to last, given how pent up it must have been to find satisfaction not only with a male, but a human male of all things. If you weren't swift enough, it might well have reached completion before its companion fell, and the poor young man would suffer not only the indignity of having been taken by the beast, but also being made to feel its seed mark his deepest parts. Of course, that might well have been a mercy; the sooner the bear found relief, the sooner it would be off of him and he could be brought to safety, if a messier safety than was ideal.