The printer shop was drenched in the aroma of ink, a foul smell. The place was hardly lit, with the occasional window providing the only source of light; even then, the windows were separated by iron bars, making it seem a lot like a prison of machinery.

The dozens of workers that were there had varying different races. Some were Dunmer, forced out by the explosion of Red Mountain in Morrowind; some Orcs, Bosmer, Nords, and Breton, all equipped with a background. Their hands were soaked and marked with the ink that they were handling, even getting a little on their aprons and even their faces. From a heart-bleeders point of view, it would seem as though the wages were low, the conditions were tough, or they were mistreated. It was quite the opposite, in fact, most of the workers there had chosen this job by their own means, and not specifically that they were forced into it.

Ironically, they would get paid decently despite the fact that the current manager of the shop and business was a grumpy old Orc, with white hair and bags under his eyes. Motierre knew that when he approached the Orc in his dimly lit office made of wood.

Motierre had his hands behind his back, keeping up a posture to maintain formality. The Orc raised and eye-brow, looked over his appearance, and then scoffed.

"What is it you want, Breton?" the Orc's deep and raspy voice defined his heritage, and his age. Motierre began to slowly pace back and forth.

"I have something I want you to do," he said. "It's important that you and I cooperate." The Orc remained silent, giving the Breton a confused face. "I want you to create a new line of posters, as I describe them."

"What makes you think I would just do that for you?" the Orc said, sitting back in the chair and crossing his arms. As a response to that, Motierre threw down a thick sack of coin onto the desk, the ching of the gold twitching the old Orc's ears. The Orc looked at it for a moment, and then leaned forward in his chair, looking back up at Motierre.

"So how many are we talking about?"

The High Chancellor said that the Council wouldn't be meeting for another week and a half. He said that they would come together once, and discuss the issue with the absence of the two candidates. Then they would have another session with the two candidates to try and have their inputs and what they would be looking to achieve, and in how they would approach it. They would then meet one last time for a final debate and an official vote on the candidates by the Councilors, and the majority vote would win.

In that sort of political process, several things need to be considered. One, the candidate's leadership skills; two, the candidate's reputation; three, the candidate's goals; four, public opinion on the candidate's; and five, the councilor's personal input.

When Arminius is called in, he will heed it; but it seems that it will take weeks for it to unfold. For now, he had left the Imperial City and traveled to the country side. He had brought Jenassa with him, this time giving her consent to him instead of being dragged out. He had left the rest of his group to their own will for the time being, seeing that this trip they were on was more of a personal matter that applied to him and his wife only.

A trip to the southern country side would take several days, and with the minimal packaging, the two would need to make a camp and rest. Fortunately, the two have gotten far enough that they were able to find a pond with a good terrain around it. Upon seeing this, Arminius was reminded of his childhood, where he would take a swim in one of those for hours a day.

"Oh by the nine, yes!" he yelled out in excitement. He quickly dismounted his horse.

"What is it?" Jenassa asked in wonder what Arminius was so hyped about. Arminius began a jog towards the water, stripping off pieces of his Legionnaire armor and leaving a trail on the way. "Arminius?" Once he was down to his nude, Arminius began a full sprint and did a backwards leap into the water. He went under for several seconds, leaving Jenassa to roll her eyes and sigh. She dismounted her horse and slowly followed his trail of stripped armor.

Upon reaching the edge, she crossed her arms and looked at Arminius who had just pulled his head out of the water. Past the dripping liquid going down his face, he looked up at her and smiled.

"I used to do this all the time as a kid," he said, holding himself at a level in the water through spreading strokes. She kept her hands on her hips, and raised a brow at his childish interest. He kept on smiling and motioned for her to join him, "Come on in!"

She pondered for a moment, and then remembered it was her handsome husband that was in the nude and he was asking her to join him. She took pleasure in that, and she grew a light smile on her face as she began to strip down as well.

When she was exposed, she held a feminine pose, fully bringing out her attractive curves that were otherwise ignored when armored. Arminius looked her over, noting her strong and shaped legs, her abdomen which was outlined in light muscle, her defined and prominent breasts, her luscious brown hair, and her exotic gray skin.

Upon seeing her nude, he grew an erection, which was blocked off by the water. He was now more excited for her to join, and he beckoned her more.

She eventually dipped herself in, taking in the cold of the water and letting it settle into warmth. She swam to him, dampening her hair and other features of her body along the way. She slid up against him, running her hands along his skin and feeling his muscular physique. He returned it, running his hands along her wet body, from her butt-cheeks, to her breasts.

They then engaged in a long kiss, switching side to side and their tongues getting into a wet fight. When she felt his massive erection poking at her thigh, she slid her hand down his abdomen, across his pelvis until she grasped onto the long shaft. She broke the kiss, moving around him until she pushed her breasts up to his back and her chin rested on his shoulder. He rubbed at her thighs, as she began to stroke his member at the tip. As she kept it up, she went on to more sensual actions like sucking on the nape of his neck, and using her fingers to tickle and play at his nipples.

At some point during her stimulation of him, she sucked on her two fingers, and used her saliva as a lubricant. She slid her index finger into his tight anal hole, drawing a surprised reaction from Arminius.

"Oh umm, Jenassa…" he breathed, as she smiled seductively. Her strokes of his cock had picked up, stimulating him even more, and she began to wiggle her finger inside his butt-hole, tickling at the sides. Arminius, feeling the delight of the unusual pleasure, began to moan uncontrollably.

Noting his obvious delight, she slid her finger deeper, going into his rectum and making him moan even louder now. She would even slide another finger, making two, or another making three, as she was so focused on his pleasure. The erotic actions of her fingers penetrating his anus and her stroking of his tip, eventually brought him to hold onto her thighs tightly and lean back on her as he experienced an orgasm.

The semen shot out of the slit and into the water, some even slid down onto Jenassa's hand.

Eventually, he would do the same for her; rub at her clit and slide his fingers into her anal hole until she would experience several squirting orgasms.

Well there you go, another filler chapter with another horny scene to it.