My fire slowly dances and crackles, but I'm still shaking from the cold. The Khajiit is damned smart, she ran all over the place before suddenly shooting northwards. Now she's almost out of Skyrim, and I'm terrified she's taken refuge outside of the province. It won't stop me from following her, but it'll take a while to find her. At least her trail is somewhat fresh, my hound can still easily identify her scent and follow it. The dog's nose is still heavily bleeding, but it doesn't seem to bother him or mess with his tracking ability. However, my horse is another story. He's exhausted and can barely keep up a good trot.
I'd planned on stopping by a city and switching out my mount, but I'm nowhere near a city. I'm in the middle of the frozen wasteland that makes up northern Skyrim. The woman's tracks are now impossible to follow, but my faithful pooch never gives up on finding her scent. I've found a few more piles of the red powder the Khajiit used, but thankfully I've been able to spot them and avoid them. The dog in question goes back to violently sneezing, a habit he's taken up ever since smelling that odd powder. I sigh and stir my fire, then settle down for the night. I need all of my strength. I'm not certain what the woman will do when I finally catch her, but I'll have to drag her all the way to Cyrodill. It won't be easy, but it has to be done. It has to be.
Elenwen POV:
Turamane and Aheh are curled up to each other as they sleep, their two pelts strikingly different. My attention is diverted from the twins when I hear their mother mumble in her sleep. I look over and see her beginning to stir. Perfect. I grab the collar from my pocket and fully wake her up, the sleepy Khajiit slowly blinking as she sits up. My slave yawns and turns to me. Before she can utter a word, I shove the collar at her and demand, "Put this on.". The leather collar gleams in the torchlight, Bitch engraved in gold on the side. She looks hesitant, but puts it on and patiently waits for me to speak.
I smirk and reach out, stroking her grey mane as I tell her, "Good girl. It's good to see you still know your place. However, will your children?". The woman's face darkens and she nervously questions, "What do you mean?". I keep petting her as I say, "I don't want the twins to have to be trained like you do. When they grow old enough to think, teach them the way you've lived life. Teach them how to be happy.". She swallows and says, "They're only a week old-". I grab her face and sternly say, "I wasn't asking. Train them or have them face the same trials you did.". I pat her on the cheek and tell her, "Think on it. In the meantime, I got you a little present.". She looks wary, but doesn't stop me when I rise and go over to my chest. The Khajiit's eyes widen when she sees the gift.
A golden cock big enough her cunt will barely be able to take it. The harness around my waist is treated leather, so I can pound into her as hard as I want. Besides that it's just a normal fake cock. My slave gasps when I begin to disrobe, already putting on the device. As I walk to her the woman calmly opens her legs, licking her fingers and desperately trying to get her cunt wet enough to fuck. I chuckle and shake my head, the woman catching on and grabbing my olive oil from the drawer. I take the wine skin from her and prepare her ass, placing a healthy amount of oil straight onto my cock.
Then, I gently guide the tip of the cock to her ass and carefully push the gold inside of her. I don't want to end up ripping her ass again, so I'm twice as careful. The bitch's head rolls back and she sighs in pleasure, playing with her own tits. Without thinking I grab her wrist, leaning down and taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I begin to chew and suck of the flesh like I have so many times before, but when a thick stream of liquid enters my mouth I'm reminded the woman is breastfeeding. I recoil and gag, barely able to choke down my slave's milk. It's not that it taste disgusting, but it's the simple fact of what it is. Maybe at another time I would enjoy screwing around with the Khajiit's lactating tits, but as of right now I find the prospect unappealing.
However, the prospect of fucking her ass in more to my taste. I don't give her warning or reason, I just begin roughly and quickly thrusting in and out of her tight ass. The bitch groans and I see her eyes roll into the back of her skull, her chest beginning to heave as she pants. I raise my hand on instinct and strike out, solidly smacking the woman's tits. I expect her to scream in protest, but the slave bites her tongue and takes it. Good, she's getting the hang of once again belonging to me. I thrust in and out of her even faster. The woman moans and begins bucking in her efforts to help me fuck her, the bed beneath us creaking and groaning.
Turamane suddenly screams, awoken by our noisy fucking. The Khajiit freezes up and a look of horror comes over her face, but I don't stop for a minute. Who gives a shit if the baby's crying, he'll still be crying after we're done screwing around. Aheh joins in, but I still don't stop. However, my slave pressed my shoulder and says, "Stop! I need to comfort them!". I freeze, wait a second, and whisper, "Do you want me to get the breast ripper?". The woman looks shocked and asks, "What?". I lean forward as I hover over her and remind her, "I'm the mistress, you're the slave! You do as I command, and don't ever tell me what to do. Understand?". When she nods I resume fucking her, but allow her up after a few minutes. I sigh as I sit back and relax, my fake cock still attached to me. Slowly but surely, the crying of the babies stops.
Lydia POV:
I roll the bottle around on the table, Uthgerd still chugging down beer across from me. The candle in between us flickers, drowning in its own wax. I sigh and look around the darken inn. This place when downhill fast once Hulda died, poor old broad got an infected stab wound. Some damned idiot tried to rob her. He ended up getting his neck snapped, but the one slash he managed to give her ended up being her doom. Ysolda isn't exactly bad at managing this place, but she's made some major changes. She fired Saadia, completely refurnished the place, and is welcoming any seedy clientele. I even swear I see some bandits over in the corner, and I know I see a prostitute near the bar. The inn itself looks better than before, but it's dimly lit because Ysolda removed the fire pit.
In its place she's put ten new tables, placed booths around the entire room, and demolished the old worker's wing to add more seating. Because Ysolda has her own home she's renting out both of the bedrooms, but even then she's currently building another wing for more rooms to rent. Ysolda herself suddenly brings us another five bottles of drink, no doubt adding them to our gigantic tab. Uthgerd starts to pick one up, then notices my lack of drinking. The woman frowns and forces a new bottle into my hand, encouraging me, "Drink. It'll help you.". I sigh and lay my head down on the table. Uthgerd scoffs, and I feel her shift in her seat. A few seconds later I hear Ysolda return and ask, "Yes?". Uthgerd asks back, "Do you happen to have a free room?".
Ysolda easily answers, "Always for you, I make half my profit from what you drink!". The two share a laugh, then the owner of the inn says, "I'll go tell Rikchar he'll have to find another place to sleep tonight, your room will be ready in a few minutes.". When Ysolda's gone Uthgerd tells me, "You should get drunk before then, it'll help.". I practically growl, "Drinking won't give me back my leg or my thane.". A strong hand wraps itself in my hair, forcing my head up and shoving a bottle in my mouth. I inwardly sigh and manage to swallow the liquid the bigger woman forces into my mouth. Once the bottle's gone Uthgerd hands me another one and says, "You can either drink it yourself, or I can humiliate you by feeding you all of these bottles like you're a newborn.".
I snarl, but pick up a bottle and begin to drink as quickly as I can. Drinking was suppose to help according to Uthgerd, but it's only getting worse. My mind keeps sticking on my thane. Why would she want to be a slave? Why would she decide to live her life as a slave to some Altmer bitch? What will happen to her if the Altmer dies, will she just get passed around to someone else? That idea is even more terrifying. I drink even more, desperately trying to forget like Uthgerd suggest. Even if it's just for a few sweet hours, forgetting would be a wonderful treat for me. When the drinks are gone I'm still remembering, and Uthgerd has to carry me up to the room. She's beyond drunk and not the slightest bit gentle, accidentally smacking my head against the wall. She mumbles an apology before entering our room.
Dovahkiin POV:
Turamane and Aheh gently sleep in my arms, but I haven't stopped rocking them for the last hour or so. Elenwen made it clear she doesn't appreciate hearing them cry and whine. She even went as far as threatening to punish me. She hasn't punished me in months, but I still remember the pain for all of those lessons I had to be taught. I don't want to be punished, and I don't want my lover to have to punish me. I came all of this way to be with Elenwen and my children. I don't want to screw things up after all I've done. I'm still rocking my children when two golden arms wrap themselves around my stomach. I slowly stop rocking, Elenwen's nibbling on the back of my neck. I feel her fake cock rub against me and inwardly groan, my ass still aching from earlier when my lover decided to claim me.
However, I don't make my discomfort known. I need to be good for Elenwen. I have to be good for Elenwen. The woman in question allows her golden member to rub against me, but doesn't enter either my cunt or my ass. The older woman rests her chin on my shoulder and whispers, "We're going on a little trip.". I don't bother arguing, I simple accept the fact I'm going on a trip with Elenwen and ask, "When?". I can feel her smirk against my shoulder as she answers, "As soon as you put the twins down and I'm done fucking you.". The woman has been particularly sexual since I've returned, but that may be due to the fact I'm no longer pregnant. Either way there's no use arguing, and I've come to enjoy the things the elf does to me. So, I slowly put my children back in their crib and turn back to the Altmer, accepting what she's already done.
