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"Fetch my daughter", Madanach had commanded, making plans in his tabernacle with few close and skilled warriors.
As the Forsworn leader discussed with others and looked at the map of Reach, he's patience however quickly ran out. The warrior sent to get Eala hadn't come back.
"Borkul", he looked over his shoulder at the Orc guarding him: "Go see what's taking them so long."
The Orsimer grunted, having bit of hesitation as he left the tent. Though he knew most of the Forsworn inside were loyal to Madanach, and Borkul wasn't going to waste time.
The tents belonging to Eala and her bodyguard were aside from others, but not too far away. Borkul soon saw the sent warrior sitting on a rock, sharpening their weapon.
"Did you forgot why you were sent", the Orc growled, causing the Reachman jump.
"Ah, we- Eala said she would come as soon as she can."
"Madanach wants her now", Borkul announced, marching pass the warrior. As he approached the tent, he heard faint talking from the inside, which meant Eala was awake at least. It after all was past the morning.
Yanking the hanging leather curtains to aside, Borkul's senses were attacked.
Smell of fresh sex, sweat and cum filled his nose at the same time he saw the woman naked, laying over her bodyguard on pile of furs.
The Orc's view was full of delicious, soft looking body, covered by curly black tattoos and few scars. The ample ass moved to aside as Eala turned to look, unruly hair falling against her shoulders and covering her small breasts.
"Oh, is something wrong", the woman asked innocently, laying next to her bodyguard who's arms were tied over his head. Many lite and thin red marks were scattered across the man's chest and stomach.
It was clear what kind of games had been played, though Borkul's mind was filled by the soft meat, tantalizingly laid in front of him. Making hot blood of the Orsimer rush and making him see red, his mouth watering.
Such a sweet, warm body. Ready for him, easy to have and enjoy of. Eager little thing for him.
And he hadn't had any women for some time.
"Borkul", Eala questioned, almost intimidated by the way he looked at her after he'd pulled aside the curtains. She almost felt like she was in actual danger...
And it was exciting, thinking of the big Orsimer invading her privacy to screw her.
The curtains fell down however, Borkul's bark loud as a thunder as he sounded to move further away: "Hurry up!"
Eala trembled, bursting into a laugh, collapsing against Moch who had been far more scared in the situation.
"Eala, release me!"
"Yes...Yes yes...I apologize", she huffed and giggled, releasing her bodyguard's hands. Then she laughed more, so hard her stomach hurt. She should quickly clean and dress up though, hurry as father had sent Borkul himself to fetch her. But what a rush had it been just a moment ago!
"-and the leader of Serpent's Bluff Redoubt is mentioned to be ready to cut the invaders' escape routes at the eastern slope, if rest of the tribes shall do a massive attack into the city", Eala explained, moving charcoal across the map to draw a mark. "He however hasn't done anything during the past two seasons. Many think he has just been boasting, to appease a matriarch who has been pressuring him to act."
"And who this matriarch is", Madanach questioned, which Eala shrugged to, straightening up.
And slightly glanced at Borkul the Beast, who has been just standing at the background like a statue. Though, if allowed to believe, the woman imagined he was especially staring at her. Her arse, to be more precise.
"I do not know father. Though there is couple of to suspect, as two of the Hagravens have been at odds with each other."
"Nothing new", Madanach nodded, pondering while looking at the marks which Eala had done onto the map. He asked more about the different groups and tribes, locations and their relationships. Eala and some of the warriors offered answers, describing and explaining.
After couple of hours of collecting intel, the leader broke the meeting for the day, giving instructions and orders.
"-but now I'll speak with my daughter", Madanach said, glancing at Borkul the Beast: "Alone."
As everyone except the two of them left, Madanach sat down onto the stone floor which was covered by a large animal skin. He pulled out a flagon, cups and food, laying them between him and his daughter, who he motioned to also sit down.
Filling two cups with green wine, the leader offered the other cup to her.
"Thank you father", Eala bowed her head, not drinking before her father did.
"You are welcome. It is a shame Muae couldn't stay with us for longer", he commented while taking a gulp.
"It is nothing personal, I assure you. Muae has always been an intent person, especially towards magic and alchemy", she assured before taking a sip.
"I see you are close with your sister."
"Oh we all were, more or less", Eala revealed. "We used to gather together twice per year, connecting and sharing stories. Muae, me, Kannine and Hol grew up together, mostly at Dead Crone Rock."
"How about your mothers?" Madanach asked next, paying close attention.
"Most dead. Kannine's mother is still alive, living at Dead Crone Rock with other witches and shamans. Redvid's is remarried to a Briarheart near Solitude, with another wife of yours."
"Hrm", the old Forsworn nodded, thoughtfully looking at his cup.
"...How did Imvana die?"
Eala looked genuinely surprised, quiet before saying with tenderness: "I confess, I didn't believe you would remember her name, father."
The old Forsworn smiled fully, hair of mustache almost reaching his eyes: "I remember every one of my wives, and my children. I may have spent couple of decades inside of rock, but my heart isn't made of stone."
"Heh... Mother died during winter, when I was about six summers old. She caught some sickness, that we couldn't cure. She was left alone outside to die, as others were afraid she would infect us all."
It had been very confusing situation to young Eala, who had wanted to just stay beside her mother. She had been so angry, and had fell into depression when mother died.
The daughter startled a bit when father touched her hand, compassion in his silver eyes.
"I also heard, that you were married", Madanach said after a while, and Eala pulled a smile onto her face.
"Yes, to a Briarheart at Broken Tower Redoubt. Bral the Bane of North. It lasted about four seasons."
Madanach nodded: "So I understood, someone came and wiped the tribe out?"
Eala nodded: "Yes father, I survived as I was not present during that time."
"And for that, I thank the Old Gods."
The two ate and drunk more, talking about family, his reign before Ulfric Stormcloak, what Madanach would do when the Reach is back in their hands. It was calm, friendly conversation which calmly meandered from subject to subject.
Until Madanach asked: "Four seasons you were married... And you had already started your monthly bleeding?"
Almost starting to choke on piece of meat, Eala masked it by giggling while nodding. Secretly wondering what in the name of Hircine the old man was after.
"Then I guess you learned your games from Bral?"
"Games?"
"Do not think, Eala, that I don't how you play with your bodyguard", Madanach smiled. "Or what you did to disarray my warrior, Borkul, today."
"...Are you mad at me, father?" daughter asked stoically. Sensing invisible, sharp edge from the old man.
Two pairs of silver eyes stared evenly into each other, surveying.
"...I'm more worried, daughter", Madanach finally said, voice low. "I do not deny your games, as your mother loved to play those too, before I married her. But you are still my daughter, and I wish you stay safe and without regrets. But yes, I am a bit mad. Undermining my warriors when I need them at their strongest... I don't appreciate the distractions you are creating."
Hands on her lap, swallowing silently Eala understood, what Muae maybe had meant when giving a warning of their father. After all, the man had let his son die by one of his warrior's hands. Ridvid had been irritating and done some things, that Eala would never forgive, but he had been her brother after all.
Madanach's children have always felt connection between them, even if their personalities collided from time to time.
Eala sighed, feeling cold shivers running down her back, as she confessed with a smile: "Father, you scare me."
And yet she continued: "Yes, I play games that can deface when played among ignorant ones. I do not play with just anyone though."
"I don't care who you play with, unless they are an outsider, enemy or one of my men."
"Or women", Eala couldn't stop from correcting, quickly hurrying to mask her mischievousness: "But yes, father, I understand your worries. However, I think my efforts towards the Orc can benefit you."
Brow raised, Madanach questioned skeptically: "And what do you mean by that?"
"Borkul the Beast is an animal, pure killer", Eala pointed out, leaning forward. "He may act loyal to you, but we both know he's only in because of our war, for opportunities to spill blood without consequences. Yet, he's mostly your bodyguard and your plans need some time to form, there won't be so much killing right soon, as he may wish for. Unless you keep sending him away for some minor pillaging."
Seeing Madanach nod, Eala kept weaving the picture: "And the Orc is a man in the end, still having needs. But I'm skeptical any of our people would answer to his needs. Let alone willingly, which would bring another problem-"
"Yet you are highly keen to lay with the Orc", the Reachman pointed out, though with some humor. He then dismissed: "I understand what you are saying Eala, but letting you play your games with Borkul would be highly risky, as I could loose one of my strongest warrior."
"He's not yours, father. His loyalty is paid in blood that he gets to spill."
...That's what Eala wanted to say. She wanted the Orc. What was she suppose to do? Go to Dushnikh Yal and ask if any of them wanted to travel with Eala as her playmate? She would be pierced by either a sword or an arrow before reaching their gates...
Or go buying an Orc slave from the city? Eala didn't want to buy someone's submission. Nor beg for it. That wasn't her style to hunt, she wanted to chase, corner and tame her preys. Make them want to submit.
Seeing her daughter, despite of her charisma skills, being sullen by the denying answer, Madanach pondered how should he handle this.
Of course as a leader his word was final, but as Eala was one of his last children, staying at his side as Muae had left, the Reachman didn't want to upset her too much. And at the same time he didn't want her going around the camp causing unnecessary trouble.
This is why he left wives to take care of his daughters in the past.
And now without any sons, and no time to make a new male heir... Muae most likely disclaiming the title as the Queen of Reach to pursue her own desires... Eala having skills at talking and collecting information...
"...I will think about it", Madanach grudgingly said, at least buying more time until he would know how to settle this. Or until Eala would loose interest.
And yet, the way his girl's eyes lightened up, blazing downright, as she rose to give him a hug, the old Reachman felt skeptical.
"Of course father, as you say!"
Outside the cave, Borkul the Beast was hacking a dead tree with a bone sword. Part of the trophy he had gotten from the duel against Redvid the Fawn, earning the Forsworn's swords. The Orsimer didn't usually fight with weapons, too slow and less satisfying than ripping a man into pieces with bare hands. But as it was the dead man's sister, who has upset him, Borkul undid his frustration by dulling one of the swords.
Until the weapon snapped however, the mer looking at the broken weapon before disregarded the thing unceremoniously. Looking next at the surrounding hills and rocks, the Forsworn camp pretty secluded.
He needed to get laid, Borkul sighed, in passing giving a rub to his semi-hard cock inside of leather trousers. With a memory of the delicious arse of Eala.
If she wasn't Madanach's daughter, the Orc would have already nailed the woman until emptied completely inside of her. Borkul surely wouldn't let her get up before he was done, nor letting her be on top. That Reachman let the woman ride like he was too weak to give her cunt a good pummel.
There weren't many females in the camp at the moment, though more Forsworn were coming to see their King. But there were some males, soft looking.
Borkul couldn't wait till they would go destroy and oppress some villages and caravans. His hands itched to rip more flesh and bone, splatter blood and make things scream. The rampage through the city had been glorious, though too fast for his taste...
Hearing someone behind, the Orc turned. Seeing that bitch approaching, hands behind back and leisurely swaying her hips, head tilted a bit. Reminding distantly of some stalking animal, which made the Orc snort.
"What you want?" he demanded as she instead coming straight to him started to circle him.
"Heard you were out here, and wanted to ask- Oh", she startled, seeing the pieces of the broken weapon laying on ground. "You don't need these anymore? May I have them?"
"What for?" he sneered: "Making some witch magic, contacting the dead?"
She sighed with a soft smile: "You don't like magic much?"
"Magic is for cowards", Borkul accused: "Too clean."
"Clean huh?" Eala tapped finger against her lips: "I usually find myself pretty dirty when doing spells."
The Orsimer approached briskly, threateningly, yet the woman stood her ground with a smile. Even when the giant bend to look closely into her eyes.
"You better stop these games girl", husky voice sounded between large tusks, right one's tip broken.
"Or what?" Eala said equally darkly: "You'll abandon your weak loyalty to my father?"
"Screw him", the Orc grunted. "I'm only in for blood. And if you keep showing yourself, I'll take a bite."
The Forsworn took a step forward, forcing the Orc straighten up in order to look down at her. Almost their bodies touched, as the silver eyes looked with pure wickedness at him. The look's intense tone actually caused slight trepidation inside the great Orsimer who's thirst for violence and domination were core of his soul, as if a gift from Malacath himself.
"You'll take a bite, and I'll gobble you right up", Eala grinned, eyes showing the hunger and the lust which burned her from inside when thinking the heat, the action and the feeling of the pleasure given by flesh. The whimpers and the sighs, how they trembled under her and desperately chased with her after the peak of pure ecstasy.
The Orsimer struck. It was instinctive, when suddenly recognizing a threat right in front. But in a blink it was gone, the woman withdrawing while dodging his hand, with a friendly smile on her face. Nothing unusual in her gaze anymore, as she picked the broken weapon and turned, walking away.
"Thank you Borkul!"
The Beast saw red yet again, and this time he didn't care to hold himself back. He lunged after the Forsworn, who with a quick glance started running.