The house of Crantius Colto, sitting like a well dressed rock in Morrowind, was quite the sight to behold, outside and in; finely crafted stone walls shielded its occupants from the elements on the outside, and the inside was lined with beautiful stained wooden floors, crafted from the finest trees from the dense, almost endless woods of Skyrim, carpets made from fabrics from all corners of Tamriel, and a soft warm fire burned and danced inside a fireplace right in the center of the main room. One would assume this would be a home one would have to be crazy to not leave; yet it's owner was rarely home. Perhaps it was boredom, not wanting mere complacency letting him be trapped in his home. Or maybe it was the loss of his wife so long ago; bad memories keeping him from staying home. There wasn't a soul in Tamriel that knew the answer, perhaps not even Crantius himself.
Only a few weeks ago, right at the tail end of Sun's Height, he had headed out to Cyrodill for a business venture, its nature not known to the only other occupant staying with Crantius; a lowly Argonian maiden going by the name of Livs-Er-Taal. She never asked questions, either out of fear or respect for her master. Her skin was a pleasant shade of light-green, and her eyes were a bright sapphire blue, so bright one would swear they shine. She wore a maid's dress maid of cotton with a skirt that reached to around the middle of her thighs, with thigh high socks and custom maid shoes for her Argonian feet. She had two curved horns with small tassels on them and feathers on the back of her scaled head. She was simply dusting her master's most prized belongings, including his many jars and containers he had obtained on his many adventures, most of which he had never discussed with his maid.
The fireplace crackled and burned its bright orange flames behind its metal cage, as the innocent Argonian maiden continued her duties, holding a small feather duster in her delicate right hand, trying her hardest to be as gentle with her master's belongings as she humanly, or in this case Argonianly, could manage. The table where the jars and belongings were sitting was made from the finest oak, and engraved with exotic Nordic designs on its legs. She gave a small sigh of relief as she finished dusting the jars and items; another day, another round of menial tasks completed for her beloved master. Though she wouldn't say it outright, either out of politeness or fear, she enjoyed the company of her master; he gave her a warm home, which was quite a step up from the streets where she was originally found. While she probably wouldn't doubt Master Colto enjoyed having her around, she longed for the feeling of true appreciation.
She wanted the feeling of love, to be held in the embrace of a lover, to hear their heartbeat echo against your mind, to feel their hands across your body, to smell their body's scent, to taste their sweet lips, and... go further than expected. To be laid down on a soft fur bed, and be embraced in the act of physical love, feel hard flesh rub against every corner, be filled with precious life seed, and maybe begin the life of a family. She gently crossed her legs, rubbing the thigh high socks against each other, as she could visibly feel a fire slowly start within her loins.
She let her right hand slowly descend down her skirt like a snake slithering through the thickest of grass and emerge between her legs. Her heart and breath fluttered when her fingers reached the warm cloth panties covering her nether regions. She slowly started to rub her second lips through her underwear, as her legs widened and her hips almost instinctively began to gently rock up and down. She moaned softly while her free hand pulled down her shirt, exposing her plump, smooth breasts. She grasped her right breast, giving a firm but loving squeeze while gently biting her lips. The thought of hard flesh pounding her holes flooded her mind, as her fingers pushed through her underwear, growing increasingly wet from her juices soaking through the fabric. She pulled her panties to the sound of her love hole and slipped a single finger inside of her with a squish.
She moaned with a smile as she buried her finger deep inside herself, then thinking of how naughty and unmaid-like she's behaving; no good maid worth their salt or scales would even think about pleasuring themselves while they're tasked with cleaning their master's home while they're away! But... by the Nine she couldn't take it anymore! The poor girl had been so pent up for so long, and it's only fair a young woman like herself be allowed to relieve themselves as such. She maneuvered her middle digit across her inner walls, her sweet juices dripping down onto the wooden floors as her pleasure grew and blossomed like a flower. She slowly dropped to the floor, as she had her free hand struggle to pull her juice stained underwear down to her knees while her single finger sliding and digging into her juicy walls while she moaned like she were back in the Hist.
Her dripping pussy started squeezing on her finger, as though it were a delicious, seed filled cock. She pressed her against her inside walls and without warning pleasure rushed into her brain like a geyser as she gave a loud moan. She then laid her face down to the floor, tongue sticking out like an animal, with her shapely bottom and tail raised high into the air, as she slipped another finger deep into herself. Pleasure had completely overtaken her, and she couldn't be any more fine with that. Her hand was making very audible slaps against her love hole, as she pounded her juice dripping cunt while her hips began rocking faster and harder, her fingers digging deep into her G-Spot. She moaned louder and louder, as her body started visibly trembling, as she edged closer and closer. Drool flowed off of her tongue and on to the floor as her hips trembled more and more and her fingers pounded her pussy faster and faster.
She gave a moan of pure pleasure as she finally slipped off the edge and down into the abyss of pleasure, her body spasming violently as she sprayed her juices almost a good meter across the floor. Her legs squeezed together, as she spurted out love liquids from her juicy cunt, biting her lips as she moaned softly, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. She dropped belly first onto the floor, before slowly rolling onto her back, panting heavily from her pent up orgasm. Soon, another wicked idea crossed her mind. She looked to her left, seeing the fallen feather duster on the wooden floor, gently grabbing its wooden handle, as she smiled with lust, greedily needing more relief. She brought the duster down to her flowing hole and slowly inserted the handle into her womanhood. She gasped, as the smooth and hard rod penetrated her while giving her soaked right hand a well deserved lick and swallow.
The juices on her hand and fingers tasted sweet, like nectar, while the handle grew slick with fluid as it penetrated her exposed cunt, making noisy sloshing noises, and spreading juices all across the floor. She moaned and panted harder than before, as she maneuvered the handle all around her insides. Oh yes, this handle proved to be a much better substitute for a hardened cock than mere fingers did. She moaned loudly as she rocked her hips up and down, increasing the speed of her insertion while her legs trembled lightly. With her free hand, she grabbed hold of her plump left breast, squeezing it lovingly and pinching the diamond hard nipple that had adorned the top of her left bosom. She pushed the rod down further, and soon hit her G-spot once again, and without warning, released a scream like a banshee of pure, unadulterated lust. Her pace accelerated to almost inhuman levels, her hips trembling violently, spreading juices all all over her leggings and the floor. Her heart started beating so hard it could almost leap out of her chest, as she let out several small whines while beating her G-spot into submission. Finally, once more diving head first into the canyon of lust, it all came out; a massive eruption of juices had been sprayed all across the room, much larger than her last orgasm mere moments ago, alongside a loud moan. Her hips spasmed violently, while juices continued spraying out of her, and pouring onto the floor.
Finally, she collapsed with a thud, after two huge orgasms, she was at long last satisfied. As she struggled to lift her head up, her eyes widened at the sight of the door. It seemed that in her moment of pleasure, she had not realized that Master Colto had returned from his business venture, only to find his maid laying spread eagle in front of him and daring to masturbate and spraying vaginal juices all over his floors and belongings. She would have quite a bit of explaining to do that evening...