With a resigned sigh, you walk up to Sven, letting him know that you accept his offer. He's so excited he gives you a down payment of twenty gold and informs you to meet him at one of the rooms in the inn after nightfall.
With only a few hours to spare before your old profession's re-initiation, you wonder around Riverwood, looking up at the dark Barrow on the mountain with a defeated air and just a small hint of longing... those creatures are waiting in there for you... just waiting for your slowly moistening vagina to be impaled on their hard, unforgiving cocks...
You shake your head fiercely, "What the hell is wrong with me," you ask yourself, disgusted at where your thoughts had taken you. With an annoyed sigh at yourself, you decide to spend the last hour before sunset walking along the river, trying to enjoy the scenery, and avoid looking up the mountain.
...
Sven smirked at you as you entered his rented room, already naked, rather average penis pointing up at you.
"So...," you begin, drawing upon your long refined acting skills to appear aroused yourself. "What would you like to do to me, Sven?"
He stepped close to you, pulling your slight body against his own toned form, roughly gripping your ass, "I want to pound that round ass of yours and finish in that cute mouth."
Almost failing to hide your distaste for his request, you try to haggle, "I'll need payment up front then."
But Sven merely sneers, "I can see you need money, bitch, and I said I'd pay you for your services. So let me fuck you and then you'll get the gold, not before."
Defeated, you allow the bard to rip off your clothes, discarding them to the dirty floor. Grudgingly, you have to admit that he's pretty strong for a bard as he lifts you up and slams your butt down on his cock, burying himself inside you.
"Oh fuck," you play along, knowing he'd want to see you uncomfortable, but truly you're unaffected by his would-be savagery on your by now well abused ass. Sven is nothing, nothing compared to the orgy you went through just a day ago...
Returning to reality, you take note that Sven has laid you down on the bed, still fucking your ass as one hand fondles your breast - you can see that he's nearing his end.
Not a minute later he pulls his dick out of your ass and shoves it haphazardly into your mouth. You can almost be grateful that he immediately spurts a pitiable amount of cum over your tongue, pulling from your mouth, penis already going flaccid.
Breathing heavily, he stares blankly at you, observing your rather luscious body with a predatory longing... but it passes and he smiles, "Here's the gold, . Sorry for the treatment, Camilla's had me so dry lately I guess I got out of control."
Shrugging it off, and inwardly thinking the bard must be insane for the random personality change, you dress hurriedly and leave the room to buy the food your stomach has been desperately craving.
The bartender looks at you with mild disgust, sniffing while pushing toward you a plate full of some ugly looking meat, but you can't bring yourself to be picky as you devour the food, using the glass of water to chase the tough meat down.
"What was that," you ask, almost not wanting to know, but unable to keep your mouth shut.
The man grunted, "Skeever. I've got more of it if you want. If you want something different, too bad."
Deciding to pass, you leave the inn and walk over to the blacksmith, Alvor - purchasing a sturdy Iron chest piece, and surprisingly still able to afford an Iron axe, you set off down the road toward the city, Whiterun, with high spirits and hard armor. |