Traveling with a large party proved to be very effective as Skyrim grew increasingly more dangerous. What Jane hadn't been exposed with the game was just how destructive the Dragons could be. The first time they encountered a farmstead that had been burnt completely to the ground she had been taken aback. She knew it hadn't been a regular fire because the surrounding flora was scorched with very direct streams of blackened ash that could only have been caused by Dragon's breath.
It was just beginning to rain and the group stood near the burnt remains of the farm with solemn expressions. Bo stood with his back towards them, his head bowed, and his thoughts dark. Jane stood a was back and her throat constricted tightly when her eyes landed on the charred remains of what looked like a child's doll. She prayed that the family had gotten away to safety.
Eventually, Bo forced himself to look away and he quickly grabbed the reins to their horse and pulled himself up into the saddle. The rest of the group followed suit and they quietly began making their way down the main road towards Rorikstead. They were scheduled to arrive at the small settlement within a few days at the most.
Jane was quiet as she sat with Bo, who did not say a word. His hands rested in her lap but he clenched the reigns with tensed muscles. She was at a complete loss for what she could to make him feel better. Jane knew that there was probably nothing she could do at this point, especially after coming across the destroyed farm. Things were only going to get harder and she worried how it was going to affect Bo's spirit.
After a while, it grew too dark to continue riding and so the group found a place to stop and rest just off the main road. They hurried in silence to get their tents up as the rain began to pick up in earnest and then the couples retreated to their respective shelters for the rest of the night. The horses clustered close together under their shelter and munched on the available grass, their tails flicking lazily around them as they rested.
Jane was just beginning to take her armor off when Bo slipped into the tent with their packs. He lowered them to the ground and then he grasped the buckles to his armor and they were both silent as they undressed down to their underclothes. Jane shivered slightly but she sat down on their bedroll and pulled the covers up around her shoulders and within minutes she was warm.
"Are you hungry?" She asked Bo softly.
The Orc shrugged, and he slid one of their packs over to her. Jane rifled inside for some provisions, which she was beginning to grow tired of, but their options while traveling were limited. She pulled out a waterskin and handed it to Bo. He sat down on the bedroll beside her and took a small swig before handing it back. Jane didn't have to look at him to know that his expression was grim, and she was sure that the image of the destroyed farm burned in his mind. Part of her had wished they hadn't seen it, but it was important to know what exactly was going on.
Jane handed Bo a few strips of jerky and a handful of dried berries. He ate them without complaint and when he was finished he laid back on the bedroll with one arm tucked under his head, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. Jane finished eating as well and packed everything back into her satchel. Then she retrieved a small comb from one of the pockets and began brushing her hair.
She closed her eyes, sighing softly as she ran the comb through the tangles of her wavy locks. It had grown quite long since the first time Lynne had cut it for her and Jane knew it was almost time for another trim. Anything she could do to keep personal maintenance to a minimum while traveling was welcomed.
Bo blinked and he turned his head towards Jane, watching as she combed her hair. She began to hum ever so softly, and he couldn't help but feel comforted by the sound. When she was finished Jane placed the comb back in her satchel and then slid back so she was properly on the bedroll. She let out a gasp in surprise when Bo suddenly snatched her by the waist and pulled her down. He wrapped his arm around her in a tight hug and she smiled as his lips brushed along the curve of her neck. His hands slipped under her tunic and her breath hitched in her throat when he rubbed his palm along her round breasts, squeezing gently.
Jane could feel his aroused member pressed into the back of her thighs and she hastily detached herself from his grip and sat up. Bo watched, a small smile on his lips as Jane pulled her tunic off and tossed it beside their bedroll. She turned to the Orc with a smirk and then she quickly straddled him.
"I haven't seen you smile in so long I've almost forgotten what it looks like," Jane teased.
"I can't help it," Bo growled, and he cupped both of Jane's pale, round breasts. "I feel so helpless."
"You're doing just fine, Bo. We're making headway."
"Are we though?" Bo retorted quietly, and he stared up at Jane with a stormy expression.
"Yes," Jane replied firmly.
She quickly leaned down and covered Bo's face in kisses. He laughed and wrapped his arm around her, crushing Jane to his chest and then he rolled her onto her back. She moaned softly as Bo's lips hungrily traveled down her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair as he took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth while he slipped his hand down the front of her breeches.
Jane's soft moans echoed around the tent while Bo pleasured her for a while. Eventually, it led to the rest of her clothes coming off and soon Bo's also joined her on the floor of the tent. They wasted no time in coupling; desperate for release. When they had reached their climax they remained wrapped in each other's arms for quite some time, talking quietly about many things.
A few feet away in other tents two more couples were also indulging in intimate activities. After seeing such a tragedy earlier in the day everybody was eager to find a distraction from their troubled thoughts.
Nara moaned Ahmon's name as she raked her nails along his firm chest, leaving red marks on his pale skin. She thrust quickly, her small perky breasts bouncing with the movement. Ahmon's head arched back and he cupped Nara's cheeks with both hands, guiding her movement as they both swiftly rose to a climax. When they were finished, Nara collapsed on top of Ahmon, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they struggled to catch their breath.
"Nara you're amazing," Ahmon mumbled sleepily, and he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
"So are you."
Nara rested her chin on the Nord's chest and she smiled as he brushed strands of her long black hair away from her face.
They were both quiet for a moment. Nara couldn't help but think about the family that had been affected by a Dragon attack. Ahmon felt her shiver, and he rubbed her back affectionately.
"You're thinking about it too."
"I can't help it," Nara sighed. "I just wonder how much worse it'll get the longer it takes us to stop it. How many more people will suffer..."
"I know but we can't let that get to us. Bo needs us to be strong."
"You're right," Nara responded quietly, and she slid her body sideways so she was laying down. "We need to support him. Worrying will get us nowhere."
Ahmon kissed the top of Nara's head and they both drifted to sleep.
In the third tent, Lynne was kneeling on her hands and knees while Naz thrust into her from behind. He rolled his hips expertly, never failing to hit all of the right spots. Lynne moaned and dropped onto her elbows so her pale round butt was raised even more and it spurred him on. The Orc panted and thrust faster. He groped at her cheeks with both hands, growling softly and then he slapped her hard. Lynne gasped and her whole body trembled from the pleasure. She buried her face into the blankets and moaned loudly, not caring if anybody heard.
They both came explosively. Naz slumped over Lynne's back and clamped his mouth around the soft skin of her shoulder as he climaxed, his thighs trembling from the effort. Lynne's womanhood clenched around his member, impossibly tight while she came. She milked the Orc dry as she cried out his name. When it was over they both collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and breathless.
"You bit me again," Lynne mumbled quietly, and she quickly cast a healing spell.
"I can't help it, you drive me wild."
Lynne laughed, and she slid forward on her belly until she reached a pocket in one of their satchels. She fished around in the pocket for a moment until she found a small red vial and a clean cloth. She quickly wiped the blood off her shoulder and knocked the potion back before rolling onto her side so she was facing Naz.
He growled and pulled her by her waist, dipping his head to kiss her deeply on the lips. When they pulled apart he smiled and nuzzled her scarred shoulder with a sleepy expression.
"I hope the others are alright," Lynne mused. "It was hard seeing that farm."
"It'll be alright," Naz mumbled sleepily, his eyes closed.
"How do you know?"
Naz pulled his head back to stare into Lynne's icy blue eyes. Her brows furrowed together and he knew she was troubled by what she had seen earlier.
"I don't know for sure. I just go with my gut feeling."
"I wish I had your confidence," Lynne sighed, and she reached up to brush Naz's hair away from his face.
"Don't take me too seriously, I might be blind," Naz joked.
"I doubt that."
Naz lowered his head again and he buried his face against Lynne's chest. He let out a deep breath and his body relaxed into hers as they both drifted to sleep. They did not stir until early the next morning.
It was just before dawn and Jane slowly opened her eyes. She yawned as she thought about how she could get up without disturbing the sleeping Orc. Bo lay on his stomach but his arm was slung across her stomach and he snored softly.
Eventually, Jane was able to slowly slide out from under his arm with no problem. Bo let out a deep breath and rolled onto his back but he remained sleeping and so she cast the smallest ball of light she could muster and quickly slipped on her breeches and the first tunic her fingers met. It happened to be Bo's but she didn't care. She was desperate to get outside and pee.
After snatching up her dagger and tucking into the back of her pants she slipped her boots on and quietly left the tent. She took a moment to yawn and stretch her arms above her head. Her shoulder was a little sore and she rolled it in a circular motion as she quickly walked towards a tall cluster of bushes. The horses nickered softly and she brushed her hand along one of their silky necks before continuing.
When Jane had found a secluded little area to relieve herself she was just about to slide her pants down when there was a flurry of movement from behind her. Suddenly a hand clamped around her mouth and she was dragged back into the forest and out of sight.