Bellyful of mead
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Windhelm, Skyrim.
6:00, Tirdas
4E 201
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Verandis Galerion had just finished doing errands for the Mages guild in the neighboring towns and decided to stop by in the Candlehearth Hall. As he neared the steps of the inn's front door, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful blonde Stormcloak guard speaking to another guard.
"Uh, I'd be warmer and a lot happier with a bellyful of mead." she said jokingly.
The other guard responded with a mere chuckle. Verandis recognized the woman didn't have the Nordic accent most of the stormcloak soldiers had, he figured she had a Morrowind one. She must be a Skaal, he thought. He lifted the hem of his robe so as to not get his getup catch any snow when he ascended the steps leading to the entrance. The inn smelt of baked bread and beer, it was reasonably packed with customers but most of them are on the second floor dancing drunk to Luaffyn's lute.
"Ah, a customer. Come in, come in." Elda said and offered him a seat at a barstool. "New in town, are you, elf?"
"Ay, my lady. Say, you got some ale?"
"Yes, we do, but we do have some Black Briar reserve…"
He put his palm up in decline. "I'm good with good ole nord ale, not all altmers are rich, okay."
"My apologies." Elda took out a bottle of ale from an icebox under the bar. "3 gold, please."
Verandis placed the gold on the counter, took his drink and went up the stairs only to go back down after he saw what they were doing. Elda looked at him with a hand on her mouth trying to suppress laughter as she watched him go back to the barstool.
"By Auri-el. I didn't know male strippers were a thing here in Skyrim." He said and took a draught of ale.
"That's the mercenary." She shook her head. "Hard on cash these days. No one would hire him, you see?"
"Aye. Well, you got to do what you got to do, you know? Can't blame the guy." he paused for a bit when he remembered the Stormcloak guard. He placed the half-emptied bottle on the counter. "I'll be back."
Verandis went out to look for the guard using his clairvoyance spell and saw a trail of clairvoyant smoke leading down to the fisheries at the Windhelm docks. He went there with haste and saw the beautiful Stormcloak standing guard adjacent to the docks gate holding a torch. She had yellowish pale skin and blonde braided hair under her hide helmet.
"Good afternoon." Verandis said as he descended the steps approaching her.
"Afternoon, citizen…"
He curtsied. "You must be tired, ma'am."
"Haggard, in fact." She saw Verandis conjure a magelight. "You're a mage?" she asked.
Verandis thought she was even more good-looking now that he could see her features more clearly. She wasn't kidding when she said she was haggard – her lips are chapped from dehydration and eyes bloodshot. "Goodness me. How long do you have to do guard duties before you can retire to bed?"
She sighed. "2 hours more. It's my first week here, so I'm still not used to it."
"Fuck that, come have a drink with me at the Candlehearth hall."
She sighed again. "I'd love to, but…"
"I got just the thing." Verandis prepared a replication spell. "Hold still."
"What in oblivion are you doing?" When the spell hit her, a mirrored clone of her appeared out of a cloud of smoke. "By the nine!"
"She's a mirror image. She'll be taking over for you until your shift ends."
"But I'm still on my uniform. If the guards catch me, I'd be…" He then casted another spell on her, transmogrifying her Stormcloack attire into a padded leather armour. "Wow. But, will these turn back into Stormcloak ones?"
"Of course, in a few hours." Verandis took her hand gently and gazed at her with a sly smile. His green eyes meeting her blue ones. "My name's Verandis." He said and extended a hand.
"I-Ingrid, my name's Ingrid."
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In the inn, they feasted. Ingrid even challenged Verandis to a drinking contest which she won by a landslide where she downed 4 tankards of mead while the elf was only to finish one and gave up half way on his second. With 1 hour left before she was supposed to retire to the guard quarters, the two went out for a drunken evening stroll just outside the city and ended up on the entrance to a cave.
"What is this place?" Verandis asked.
"Yngol Barrow. I come here by myself sometimes to meditate. Most Nords just stay away from places like these." She took her helmet off, letting her long braided blond hair fall to her shoulders. They both sat down on a boulder near the cave's entrance.
"Are you a Skaal?" the elf asked.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Your accent. I spent time in the former Ebonheart pact in my youth. Back when the east empire company in Solstheim was still around."
"Ebonheart pact, eh? But you're a high elf. You weren't labeled as an enemy?"
"No, since I was a student. I studied under House Telvanni and took up alteration in Sadrith Mora. The place sank after the eruption of red mountain, unfortunately."
"To tell you the truth, I never been to Solstheim. I'm just the daughter of Skaal refugees who fled the island after the eruption. We just were able to preserve our culture hence why I can talk like this." She reached down and grabbed a handful of snow and toyed with it. "I wonder how the Skaal are doing now?"
"Your parents, do they live with you?"
She shook her head. "No, they went back to Morrowind."
"I would suggest you going back there."
"Why?"
He changed the subject. He didn't want to make her worry about the inevitable fall of Windhelm. "Nevermind. Hey, it's almost the end of your shift."
"I plan on resting here for the night." She got up and approached him with a suggestive look. She reached for his cheeks. "You're a good looking mer. I really quite like you, to be frank." she said and winked.
Verandis wrapped his arms around her. "Maybe tonight, let's get to know each other even more."
Ingrid went on tiptoes to reach his lips and kissed him vigorously. "Inside the cave, now." she said.
The elf carried her inside and sat her down on an old stone sarcophagus. Ingrid pulled him, clutching his lower back with her legs. She then proceeded to unbutton his robes.
"Ingrid… I… I got something to tell you first."
"I don't care if you're married." she said, continuing with her unbottoning of his robe.
"No, it's about my sexual preference."
She stopped, gasped, and paused. "You're gay?"
"No! I'm straight. I'm super straight. You see… I…well..."
"Tell me, come on."
"I'm... I'm a sexual virgin. I've never had sex with anyone because I have a... weird... fetish." he said abashedly.
Her eyes widened and her mouth went ajar then laughed hard afterwards.
He continued: "I'm not saying I'm not attracted to boobs, ass, and pussy, but I just have a stronger attraction to…" he pursed his lips.
She chuckled and held his face with both hands. "Nonsense. How about this - I'll fully cooperate in any kink you want, then I'll have regular sex with you after."
His eyes widened in glee. "You'd do that?"
"Of course." She unfastened the straps of her armour and removed it. "Tell me, what part of my body are you most attracted to?" She then laid down, letting him marvel at her.
His eyes immediately locked on her exposed abdomen. "Uhm…"
She noticed. Her brows went askew. "Here?" She placed a hand on it. "My stomach?"
"Yes."
"Okay... and why are you attracted to my stomach?"
"I want to listen to your gut sounds and then squeeze your belly until you puke."
"Huh?" Ingrid stood up. "Uh... what?". She placed her other hand on it. "Let me get this straight. You want to listen to my stomach and squeeze it... until I throw up?"
"Errr... yes?"
She pursed her lips. "That's kinda gross, to be frank. But..." She looked down momentarily at her middle. The bread and mead she drank still felt heavy. Her eyes met his and she smirked. "Deal!"
Verandis is overcome with joy and didn't know how to react. He just stood there with his mouth ajar and his eyes wide. "Auri-el has wrought a blessing."
She laughed. "That he did, love. Now..." she patted her middle. "I guess I won't be taking off my pants… or my bra." she laid down and arched her back. "I'm a strong Nord woman. I'm no stranger to getting slugged in the gut in battle. Come. Feel it." She beckoned him and took his right hand, pressing it on her abs. "My abdominal walls are strong, it's going to be a challenge for you to break it." She said, guiding his hand around her toned midriff. "I do a lot of sit ups. Haha."
"Impressive, but I'd like to listen to it first. Listen to my prize."
She laughed. "Your prize? You mean the food in my stomach?"
"Yes."
Ingrid let go of his hand and looked down on her stomach watching him run his palm around it. "Ysmir's beard! I'm really stuffed to the brim. I guess this would be a good thing, yes?"
"Nords can eat lots of food and drink tankards of mead."
"That we do, love."
The elf continued to marvel and caress her midriff. She had a concave looking middle with a deep navel and visible abs. She had a taut and well-defined abdomen despite it being full, however there is a noticeable bloating on her solar plexus just below her left rib where her stomach is located. This indicated that she still had a huge amount of her food and liquid in her. He put his palm across it and pressed. Her stomach let out a faint splash in response.
Ingrid laughed and playfully pushed his hand away. "Did you hear that?"
"Yes. I want to listen to it more. May I?"
"Wait. Check this out." She undulated her abs like a belly dancer -rolling it- making the liquid splash around. She giggled after.
Verandis' cock throbbed and his heart pounded at the sound of her stomach splashing. "May I lay my ear on it, please?"
Ingrid smirked. "Soon, darling. Don't be hasty." She wanted to tease him. "Listen to all that." She rolled her stomach again and wryly smiled at him. "Your prize is all in here." She then stretched her arms and arched her back, her taut abdomen stretched in front of him. Vulnerable and inviting. "You have to earn it, elf. Make me give them up to you."
Th elf's cock throbbed even more. "Oh yeah. I'm gonna squeeze your guts until there's nothing left in there."
"Really, now?" She glanced down. She could feel her stomach struggling to contain her heavy meal. "Then, you're in for a treat. I've eaten and drank so much. Your reward will be grand."
"By Auri-el! I can't take it anymore." He approached her.
"Come. Take a listen."
He sat down adjacent to where she laid and rested his heavy head on her warm belly with his right ear right on her navel. Upon resting his head on her he was immediately greeted with loud watery rumbles. His left hand caressing and feeling other exposed parts of her abdomen while he was enjoying the sounds of her guts. Ingrid on the other hand stroked his head and massaged his other ear. He listened for 2 minutes.
"How is it?" she asked.
"Beautiful, I could listen to it all night."
"Aww."
He stopped caressing her stomach, got up momentarily, placed his left hand on her upper midsection and returned to resting his ear back on her middle abs. She stroked his hair again. With her whole belly still relaxed, Verandis shoved his fingers on her bloated part very hard. The moment he did, he could hear a loud watery splash within her, he also felt the vibration from the loud noise in his fingers all brought by the rush of her stomach contents.
"Ughlk!" she exclaimed. She was surprised how strong the elf was. Despite being in pain she didn't remove his hand from continuing to press on her.
"Gonna throw up now?" he asked before finally withdrawing his hand.
"Not a chance" Verandis suddenly heard a loud rumble followed by Ingrid burping. "Goddamnit. You really caught me unflexed there. Being stuffed doesn't help either: my dinner is just begging to come out." She then flexed her abs. "You know what? I'll be flexing from now on."
"Hey, come on." he said when his soft warm pillow turned into a hard sandbag.
"You have to earn your prize, elf." She said and giggled.
"Alright, let me just listen to your stomach." He said.
"But you're listening to my stomach right now." She said, spreading her palms.
"No, I'm listening to your intestines."
She laughed. "Damn, you're weird. No wonder you've been a virgin for a hundred years."
"500 years, to be precise."
"After we're done with this I will fucking rape you, alright?"
"Understood."
She stretched her arms back but she didn't arch her back this time. She the elf's felt his head on the bloated part of her midriff and could feel her full stomach being squeezed from the weight of his head. Her whole abdomen was in pain just after he pushed on her solar plexus..
"How do you feel?"
"Hmm… apart from the mild bellyache, I'm feeling good." She said then went on to stroke his head.
"Aww. Let me rub it for you." He put his left palm on her middle abs and started stroking it.
"So... uhm, does it sound any different?"
"Well, not as loud. Your intestines are louder."
"You are so weird." She said. "You know, I did hear about feet fetish, but this? It's just… wow. Well, the bright side is, it's safe… for the most part, and doesn't involve orifices."
"I wouldn't call it safe just yet."
"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. I'll lose my dinner very soon. If you can make me puke, that is."
"Oh, I will get to it right now." He lifted his head and sat on the edge of the sarcophagus.
She laughed. "Make me. It won't be so easy."
"I'd love it more if you do your best to resist. All of those who took part in these sessions were never successful and all ended up throwing up with just a few squeezes."
"So, you've done this before?"
"Yes, now, come. Lay on my lap."
She obliged. Ingrid sat up, approached him and laid her stomach on his lap with her legs and head resting on the sarcophagus. "Like this?"
He laughed. "May I remind you that I'm attracted to your stomach and not your lower back."
She turned, laying her back on his lap, her butt, legs and head resting on the cold sarcophagus. "Like this?"
"Good girl. Stretch your arms back."
She did so. Her back was arched deep on top of his lap and her entire abdomen was stretched, she also knew he had tricked her because she was unable to flex her abs properly. Despite this, she didn't protest. "Give it your best shot, elf."
Verandis conjured shackles that bound Ingrid's arms and feet.
"What the hell is this?" she complained.
"I just don't want you to slide off when you squirm and I don't want you sitting up."
"Look, I promise not to squirm. I'll stretch my abs the way they are no matter how painful it gets, I won't even double over, just get these shackles off me, knife ears. They're chafing my hands."
"Alright, alright." He unsummoned the shackles and went on to work on her vulnerable abdomen. Verandis readied a spell on his right hand. "This is called Force Amplifier - I may not be as strong as a Nord or an orc, but with this my arms can be as strong as I want it to. I punched a hole through a man's chest with this one time, and he was armoured."
She gasped. "In all seriousness, if you're going to use that, please be careful." She put a hand on her abdomen. "Remember, my stomach is full. Blows to a stuffed abdomen can be dangerous."
He gently pressed on her solar plexus and heard the liquid inside slosh.
She continued. "Hear that? You can clearly hear the liquid when you press on my stomach like that. Yeah, that's how full it is. So, please don't go too hard or else you might rupture my guts. I could die."
"Don't worry, I'll go slow."
She braced. "Right. Go."
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"Gurk!" she exclaimed when he pushed hard on her solar plexus. When he did this her stomach let out an audible gurgle. Her stomach rumbled again when he withdrew his hand.
"Your innards are so noisy. I like that."
She was wincing and wheezing as she spoke "Ugh... by the All Maker! You hit like a mace." She was unable to fully flex her abs despite her best efforts because she had her back arched and ab muscles stretched. The worst part is that the elf liked targeting the bloated organ where her food is stored. She suddenly felt a fist dig in her middle. "Urgh!" she exclaimed when he started to punch directly on her bloated solar plexus. With every punch she could feel her food swirling inside, her stomach reacted to every punch by letting out sloshing sounds from moving fluid and gurgles from gas and liquid being compressed by his fists.
For a moment, he stopped to admire Ingrid's beautiful abdomen. He placed both palms on it and started to kneed. He could feel the ab muscles trying to flex but when he pushed down her abdomen his hands sunk. Her flexing didn't give much resistance because his grip was also amplified. His fingers sank as deep as he wanted to.
"Oh, god!" she grunted. Verandis was not being gentle on her middle abs at all as he was forcefully kneading really hard on the area where her small intestines are located, feeling up the peristalsis of her guts.
"How do you feel, Ingrid?" he asked whilst pressing down on her really hard.
She was grunting, she was normally a belly breather but was forced to chest breathe. "Arrgh! It's like my guts are on fire." Ingrid shouted.
The elf pressed on her bloated part again, this time, her painful grunts turned into burps. His cock was throbbing really hard. He got excited and proceeded to push on her upper abdomen repeatedly with both hands making watery sounds on her expense. "Try to resist, Ingrid." He said while he drilled her belly.
"Urgh!... Urgh!... gurlk!.." were the sounds coming from her mouth with the occasional burps. Her beaten and nauseated stomach sounded more and more bubbly the more she got sick, and eventually she couldn't resist anymore. "Ulgk!... I'm… I'm going to be sick... really sick" She said and put one hand on her mouth. Ingrid expected him to push on her again but he didn't. "I feel... I feel something coming up."
"Keep it in, Ingrid. You got this." He said while patting on her chest to discourage vomiting.
Ingrid was retching hard but. He didn't want her to throw up just yet so he made her sit up and waited for her to recover.
Ingrid's pink lips had turned pale, she had one hand on her mouth and her other arm clutching her aching middle. He gave her a couple of minutes to recover.
"You good now?" he asked. Ingrid nodded in reply. "Lie down on the tomb and stretch your arms."
He went over and laid his right ear on her noisy, warm, and now soft abdomen, and wrapped his arms around her back pressing his ear deep. While he was enjoying the rumbles of her innards he suddenly heard a loud rush of fluid and the sound Ingrid retching.
"Ugh... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." She said in a weak and mumbly tone then put both hands on her mouth.
Verandis pressed his head and squeezed her back with his arm, pressing his head deep into her abdomen as hard as he could. Ingrid could taste the rancid and sweet flavour of her digested as it came up.
"Hueergh!" She finally gave in. Her turbulent stomach couldn't keep her food in anymore. Her stomach let out a loud slosh followed by bubbly rumbles as Ingrid regurgitated a stream of brown liquid on to her side, staining the sarcophagus with her partially digested dinner. Because the organ was so full, it was expelled by the direct pressure from his head and not the natural anatomical method of emesis. He continued to press on her until she was done puking.
He sat back up. "It's so hot listening to your guts while you puke." He reached for her face stroked her cheeks while studying her vomit. She puked up partially digested apple pie, sweet rolls, pheasant, and copious mead she drank.
"This is my worst stomach ache ever." Ingrid was holding her stomach tight, her face grimaced, and her body shaking.
"Looks like the strong Nord woman's stomach wasn't so strong after all." he said wryly.
She opened her eyes. "Fuck you. You used a spell, you dingus." She held her stomach while tossing and turning from the pain.
"Well, I have to admit: you're the toughest woman I made to throw up."
She burped and retched. "Urghh..." She took deep breath. "I took the full blunt force of a warhammer to the chest once... yet this is worse."
"You sure that was all you had for dinner?" he said, looking at her stomach contents on the sarcophagus, some of it dripping on the ground.
"I... I don't know." She said while suppressing a gag.
"You got more in there. I just know it." She forced her to lay down.
The moment she felt his hand on her upper abdomen she knew he was going to violate her guts again. "Argh!" she shouted when the elf dug his palm on her stomach. Ingrid instinctively clutched her stomach with both hands and laid on her side in a fetal position. "Gulk!" She exclaimed and cried in agony and retched hard, but was able to resist vomiting. "Ugh... I think I'm gonna throw up again." she said.
He replied with a devious smile. "Lay on your back, beautiful."
Ingrid tried her best to suppress a gag and laid on her back. The moment she did, the elf suddenly punched her very hard in the solar plexus. She let out loud painful grunt and grabbed her stomach with both hands and vomited again. The pain was so great she began to get teary. She felt as if a warhammer slammed into her guts.
"I... I thought you said you'd be careful." She said, her faced grimaced in pain, her arms wrapped around her stomach. "No more... no more punching, please."
"Of course, baby." Verandis casted a healing spell on her then wiped some vomit from her lips.
"That feels better, but..." she said as the sharp pain subsided. "I'm still nauseous. My stomach still feels like it's gonna..." She swallowed hard. "It's gonna erupt."
"Lay down on your back. Let me me hear your stomach as you puke."
She sighed and slowly laid on her back and stretched her arms, fully surrendering her badly beaten and queasy abdomen to her tormentor. He laid his head down on her abdomen. He could feel her stomach was relaxed. The weight on her guts alone was enough to make her retch. "Oh god." She let out a burp. "Here comes my dinner." She retched one more time before vomiting. "Bleurghhh!" He would hear rumbles that were in unison with her retching. When she puked, he heard rushing bubbly sounds.
More of her food spilled from her mouth while Verandis listened to Ingrid's gastric sounds of regurgitation underneath her soft warm belly.
After she was finished, He sat back up and looked at the puddle of puke "Wow! Look at all that mead you drank.". The food she ate were reduced to brown mush. "Are there any more?"
She put a hand on her abs and sighed. "I don't know." She wiped some puke from her lips. "Oh, no…" before she could say another word, another wave of nausea kicked in and made her retch.
"Here, let me help you."
"By the All Maker! I give up."
The elf squeezed on her entire abdomen. At this point she just opened her mouth, relaxed her abs and let whatever to come out come out. There was no point in flexing because his amplified hands would just sink in. Every time he pushed hard on her solar plexus, she projectile vomited. Brown liquid would come spilling out of her mouth every time he pressed : Her body was not expelling her food through the natural way, which was the stomach relaxing and the diaphragm and stomach muscles contracting, but rather the direct pressure from his hands squeezing the organ. it's like she was a water bag with the lid open getting poked. He continued pushing hard on her guts to the point where she had nothing more to puke up except bile.
He stopped. As soon as he let her go, she immediately grabbed her stomach tight and got in a fetal position.
"My oh, my! Ingrid." He was sweating, his throbbing cock stained his pants with semen from his intense hormonal release.
"Urgh... my stomach..." she said and let out a moan. "Congratulations, milk drinker… you got your reward." She glanced at the disgusting mountain of partially digested food and puddle of brown liquid that decorated the sarcophagus and floor. "Ugh. That's a lot."
"You're amazing. How was it, Ingrid?"
Ingrid was wincing, still having both arms on her waist. "It felt like my innards were getting pulled out... oh no... Huerghhh!" She suddenly vomited. He looked at her puke and saw stomach juices. "Fuck! It hurts so much." she waved a hand. "That's it, Verandis. I think you just squeezed me dry."
"It's alright, your stomach is definitely empty." the green bile indicated she only had acid inside and no more food. "Don't worry. I can heal you with restoration magic. You know, I still haven't climaxed. I think I'm ready for that regular sex."
Ingrid slowly got up, still clutching her waist. She darted him in the eyes with a mean look. "You drained my stomach off my food, I'm going to return the favour by draining your cum off your virgin cock."
"I like the sound of that." He said and licked his lips.
"If you have a spell to amplify your grip to squeeze my guts out, I'm sure you have one to make your cock bigger, yes?"
Verandis smirked. "That I do."
"Good." She suddenly punched him on the jaw before wrapping herself around him, claiming his lips with her own as they both went down on the ground.
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4:00 am Early morning.
"Wake up, my little elf."
Verandis woke up with a mild headache. He was also sore all over his body from last night's rough sex. "Mmmmph. My head."
"Haha. You looked beat up, dear." Ingrid was sitting on the tomb putting back her pants on. "Yet, I was supposed to be the one who got a beating from last night."
"How did I do?"
"I'm going to be unapologetic with you - You got good stamina, but you need improvement. Sometimes I feel you losing your erection when you go in."
"Oof." Verandis got up and put on his loincloth. "Are you going out?"
She put on her bra. "Yes. I'm going to buy us some food at the Khajiit camp just outside the Windhelm stables. I peeped outside and it looks like they're already serving the Hlaalu and Hollyfrost farmers."
"Well, you did technically skip dinner. You must be hungry." he giggled.
"Ha. True. The last proper meal I had was lunch. My dinner was..." She smirked and looked at her dried up vomit scattered on the ground "Rewarded to you... as my gift."
Ingrid's stomach suddenly made a loud growl.
"Oh my." Said the elf as his penis went erect. He sat down on a nearby rock.
She noticed and sighed. "Are you serious? My stomach growled for a moment and somehow that's enough to give you a hardon?"
"You know, it's still very early..."
"You just couldn't get enough of my belly, can you?" She was about to put on her gambeson, but decided not to. Her brows furrowed for a moment then she smirked at him. "I know what's on your mind, silly elf." She stood up and approached him, after which she clasped her hands on the back of his neck and pulled him close to her abdomen. "I'm sorry, my elven mage. I intend on keeping my breakfast."
Verandis grabbed her by the butt and waist then licked her belly, running his tongue around her toned muscular abdomen.
She moaned.
Verandis was kissing her stomach while talking "How about this... You stay here... I'll buy you breakfast...and... let me..."
"Hold on." Ingrid gently pushed him off and knelt down to look at him. "Let you what?"
"Uh... let me listen to your stomach while you eat?"
"You want to hear my stomach digest?"
He nodded.
"By the nine divines, you're so weird."
"So... is that a yes?"
"As long as you don't hit me there."
"Alright."
Her brows went askew. "Truly? I have a feeling you'll suddenly slug me in the gut while I'm eating."
"I promise." He kissed her on the forehead.
She playfully pinched him on the cheek. "Okay. You satisfy my hunger and I satisfy your morning wood."
"It's a win win."
Verandis went out and returned with 3 bottles of mead and 3 servings of pheasant breasts. He ate fast leaving Ingrid to have 2 bottles and 2 servings. They both climbed on the tomb. Ingrid didn't put on her gambeson for now, and her bra is the only garment on her torso.
"Here. Put your head on my stomach."
The elf's ear sank into her abdomen when she fully relaxed it. It was perfect - he was enjoying the borborygmi of her digestion sounds while she ate lying down. The gurgles and sloshes as the food and ale landed in her stomach was music to his ears. He felt the warmth of her strong toned abdomen against his cheeks and ears, relaxed and softened: fully surrendered by Ingrid only for his sexual pleasure.
She tapped on his head to signal him to let her get up. He lifted his head while she set aside the wooden plates and proceeded to open the last bottle of ale. Ingrid took a drought before laying down. Upon putting his ear back onto her stomach, he was greeted with fizzing sounds, sloshes, and rumbles.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"Yeah." he said, caressing the contours of her lower abs while his ear is listening to her upper.
"Likewise. That pheasant was delicious. Khajiit are good cooks."
"Wait till you try Altmer food. Especially the ones in Alinor."
"I would love to tour Summerset with you someday. Assuming we survive this war." she drank more of the ale.
The elf heard bubbles and fizzes after each swallow. He could clearly hear the liquid land in her stomach. "Aye." The elf then switched positions and laid on top of her, his chest pinning her legs, and his was face just inches above her bellybutton. With both hands free, he playfully pressed her relaxed stomach making her breakfast slosh inside.
She laughed at the sounds. "Sounds like you're stirring up stuff in theŕe."
He got carried away for a moment and instinctively pressed hard.
The nord let out a burp. "Don't press to hard, please. I just ate."
"Your guts are so noisy."
"I know, right? What do you think is she saying?"
He kissed her bellybutton before putting resting his ear on her. "She's very angry at me."
"No surprise there. You gave her a nasty beating." While she rested her head on the sarcophagus, she could still smell her vomit from last night.
"Yeah. You can say you didn't have..." he playfully patted her belly. "The stomach for it." He laughed. "Get it?"
"Haha. Bad joke." Ingrid put her hands behind her head and made herself comfortable while the elf rested on her belly. "You used a spell to make your puny arms hit like a dwarven centurion." She looked down to see him tracing the perimeter of her navel with his index finger. "I can only take so much before you had me heaving my guts out." She sighed, remembering that dreadful night. "Enough with that. Tell me a story."
"Okay. What do you want to hear about?"
"You're 500 years old, so you lived through the Oblivion crisis somehow, right?"
"Yes. Those were dark times."
"What was it like? Did you meet the Hero of Kvatch?"
"I didn't meet him because I was in Summerset." He cleared his throat. "I was in the town of Shimmerene when it happened. I was playing with my friends, riding our Gryphons dropping eggs at the Kinlady's mansion as a prank, when portals started appearing everywhere. Diabolical creatures, in the droves, came out of the portals attacking the town. There were few guards stationed, and the closest Imperial fort was miles away. The town was essentially defenseless..."
He told her about how Summerset fended off the daedra, the destruction of the Crystal Tower, and how the Thalmor used to be Summerset's Fighter's Guild. He conversed with her all while helping himself to her warm, soft, toned, and noisy abdomen.
She gently lifted his head off her belly. "Look up here, Verandis. I have a question."
"Yes?"
"So, what are we now? Like... seriously, you and me."
He sighed, wrapped his arms around her lower back and kissed her navel before resting his ear on her again. "I... I don't know." Verandis can hear Ingrid's heartbeat along with her stomach gurgles.
She took another drink, rewarding her elf with more gurgles. "At the end of the day, we're still technically enemies: you're loyal to the Thalmor, and I'm a Stormcloak." She placed her hands on his head and played with his hair.
"I only worked with the Thalmor, but I'm not a member. I am just a mercenary. I've fought hundreds of battles. Enemies show hate, brutality, zeal... but sometimes enemies can show respect... or in our case..." He felt her grip on his hair get tighter, her abs against his face tensed, and heard her heartbeat thump louder. This was a signal of anticipation. He continued. "Infatuation."
"Oh." She sighed before drinking downing the last of the ale.
He heard her heartbeat change rhythm and realized he had unintentionally hurt her feelings. Verandis got up and sat down on the edge of the tomb. "Ingid... there is something you need to know."
She wiped off some of Verandis's sweat on her stomach before she sat down next to him. "What is it?"
"Windhelm is going to fall. The Imperials have already taken Riften and the Stormcloak garrison in Winterhold doesn't look like it's going to survive."
She sighed. "I'm sworn to protect my homeland. I'll be ready."
Verandis grabbed her by the hand. "Your homeland is in Morrowind. Amongst the Skaal."
"I may have my roots there, but I'm born and raised in Skyrim... and I will die in Skyrim." she said coldly before getting up and putting on her gambeson and chestplate. She forced a fake smile. "You shouldn't care. I was your plaything and likewise with you... We had one steamy night of passion, and by the next day we forget, right?" she let out a fake laugh.
The elf hurriedly grabbed her by the arm. "Ingrid. Listen to me. You will not survive the Imperial onslaught on Windhelm."
She pulled herself off him. "Again, why do you care?"
"Because I will lead the charge, along with Legate Rikke, and General Tullius. We will not be taking prisoners."
"Wow. You sold out to the empire, as well?"
"It's all business."
She shook her head. "Well, then I'll be honored to die by your hands." she forced a fake smirk. "I bet if that's the case, I bet you'd want to kill me by hitting me in the stomach so hard my entrails would come out, right?"
"No."
"Okay. Maybe you'd cut my stomach open and rip my guts out? hmmm?"
"No! Look, I consider you as my friend, and hopefully you feel the same with me. I want you to live."
"Friend with benefits. Is that who I am to you?" She tidied up her hair before putting her helmet on.
"Perhaps this will change your mind." Verandis reached in his pocket and produced a key. "This is the key to an honorary home Councilor Morvayn has awarded to me in Raven Rock. There is gold and weapons inside. The house is yours."
Her mouth went ajar as he pried her hand open and placed the key on her palm. "I... I don't know what to think of this... hold on."
"If this doesn't show how much I care, then I don't know what will." Verandis dusted himself off and headed for the exit "There is no wrong choice here: You can live in Morrowind with with your people... or become immortalized in a tragic romance tale in one of Adonato Loetelli's books."
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To be continued