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From: (Anonymous)

She patted down the last of the soil on the grave and stepped back with a sigh. She hadn't had a healing spell in her arsenal, and the last of her health potions had gone down when she fought that Dragon. Consequently, when she stumbled across the Nord hunter bleeding out, she had been unable to do anything.

"What kind of adventurer carries a shovel but no health potions?" she muttered, placing a thistle on Valdr's grave. "I'm sorry, kinsman," she added, taking off her helmet and baring her red hair to the sun. "May Shor give you entrance to the Hall of Valor."

She put her helmet back on, grasping her sword and heading into Moss Mother Cavern.

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The first bear she saw charged haphazardly at her and barely had its jaws opened before it had a faceful of warhammer, as Hjotra's powerful arms smashed her weapon into the furry bastard. She heard buzzing and turned as a Spriggan held out her hands and began to suck Hjotra's life force. She swept her arms up and over her head, breaking the Spriggan open as something began to worm its way out of the Spriggan's hand. As it died, an ear-shattering shriek left its mouth, and the Nord was dazed, falling to the ground. She heard roaring further on.

With a cry of pain she felt bear claws raking across her back, and the Nord was tossed on her back, bringing the haft of her hammer up into the bear's mouth just in time to stop it ripping out her throat.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!" she Shouted, watching as the bear caught fire. It backed away hurriedly, heading for a pool of water as Hjotra chased it. But the burns it sustained were too much and the animal died before it reached the water, charring as the Shout continued to burn out. She swung her hammer over her shoulder, turning around and facing towards the back end of the cave.

Satisfied, Hjotra was about to begin looking for the Spriggans when something curled around her wrist. She began to furiously tug, attempting to rip the restraint off of her body. She was almost free when something looped around her other wrist, and both things began to tug either way, ensuring that Hjotra had no slack to pull on. Head turning wildly, she found that her wrists were covered in vines. Her eyes followed the greenery, and she realised with a start of shock and horror that the vines were attached to two Spriggans who had appeared.

She took a deep breath, and was just uttering 'Yol' when a vine wrapped around her throat. Her breathing was suddenly heavily restricted, and she found herself unable to Shout. She struggled heavily as the Spriggans began to drag her over to a tree by the pond. More vines wrapped around her feet as she attempted to close her legs and make her body more difficult to carry, pulling her legs apart firmly. She was deposited on her rear, back leaning against the tree, as the vines looped around the lower branches, tugging her arms up. She struggled still, arms bent and muscles bunched up as she fought.

"What do you want?" she managed to snarl through the vines around her neck. All she was given was a responding chuckle from the Spriggan Matron and Spriggan Earth Mother. More vines began to creep up her body, grasping hold of her studded armour. She cried out in shock and dismay as the plants shredded her leather bodice, revealing her pale, perky breasts beneath. The Dragonborn never wore smallclothes as she found the uncomfortable. Now, she was finding it to be her downfall. Vines grasped the studded and furred skirt, ripping the thick leather away from her body as though it was silk. At that moment, the vines around her legs shifted a little, pulling her legs forward enough that her lower body was now open and bared. Her sex glistened slightly in the evenly-lit cave, and the smell intrigued the Spriggans.

From: (Anonymous)

They chattered to each other, leaving Hjotra unable to understand what they were saying. They pointed to her, and she vaguely realised they were talking about what was between her legs when the Matron slid a single claw inside her. Hjotra almost exploded in pleasure. The wood rubbed against her insides incredibly well, and the claw was angled enough to catch her sweet spot. She moaned, and the Matron hopped back in shock. After a few seconds of watching the Nord pant, the Spriggan returned her claw. Hjotra's eyes bugged out as the Matron slowly pushed her claw in deeper. When it hit her cervix Hjotra cried out in pain and the Matron jumped, stepping back. But curiosity overrode the Spriggan's defenses, and the guardian of nature slid her wooden finger back into Hjotra's sex, stopping just before she reached the cervix. She began to move her claw out again and paused as Hjotra moaned again, louder this time. She pushed it back in, and was rewarded by a keening cry. Satisfied that she knew why the Nord was moaning, the Spriggan began to move her finger in and out of Hjotra's slit, covering her wood in slick, clear lubricant as the Nord cried and wailed in pleasure. The human trembled, hardly able to take the stimulation. It was almost too much pleasure all at once, and yet she found herself bucking her hips into the stimulation, always angling the Matron's finger to catch her most sensitive spot.

Fireworks danced behind her eyes as she orgasmed, clamping down on the Matron's finger. The Spriggan shrieked in surprise, withdrawing her claw, as the slickness ran down her legs. Her head fell back against the tree, panting in exertion from the pleasure. She was about to close her eyes when she felt something thin rub her inner thigh. As she look down, a vine slid into her. It was much thinner than the Spriggan's claw, but it seemed to grow as she watched, until, when it pulled back, she felt it drag along her inner walls. The Spriggan was watching her again, and as the vine dragged she groaned loudly. She heard it laugh, and cursed at it. For answer, the Earth Mother flicked her wrist, and a second vine slid into her slit. She gasped, the two vines beginning to work away in her slit, going in opposite directions. Hjotra stammered, her breath coming out in loud, helpless grunts.

"No-gods-please-I-I-"

She twitched, stomach muscles clenching, legs tensing and trembling, as her sex began to drip lubricant, the vines doing wonders inside her. Sweat began to drip from her body, and she tossed her head from side to side, red hair sticking to her skin. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, and she became dimly aware of something rubbing her clitoris. Her mouth dropped open as she screamed out her orgasm, clamping down on the vines. They slowed down gently as the dazed Nord came down from her high, rivulets of salty sweat running down her skin. A single vine slid out of the lubricated vagina, and wormed its way into her rear. Hjotra's eyes flew open, groaning in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. It felt better than she'd anticipated. Not fantastic, but better than she'd anticipated.

With barely a pause for breath the vines were moving again, rubbing across her clit, inside her vagina and violating her rear end. By the time vines slid up Hjotra's stomach, a few minutes later, she was ready to go, body weak and helpless. A frisson of heat crawled down to her clit as a vine rubbed delicately across it, sending an orgasm tumbling through her frame. The plants on her stomach wrapped gently around her tits, looping around the skin until they reached the nipples, which they circled and pinched. Her breathing became ragged as the vine loosened from around her neck. Shouting wasn't even on her mind right now; her eyes rolled back into her head as the vines began to massage her breasts.

From: (Anonymous)

At this point, the vine in her rear was starting to feel good. When a second vine joined each hole, the rational part of Hjotra's brain began to shut down. She leant against the tree, arms up by her head as the Nord was reduced to a groaning, orgasming mess.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before her bindings began to be loosed, but she did know that by the time the moon began to shine, she was being held down by the power of the fucking alone. The Spriggan Matron had left, which meant the Earth Mother had full control of all the vines. She wrapped her hands around some of the vines and tried to pull them out. Immediately, her wrists were fastened together in front of her, and she was yanked forward onto her front. There was a stinging sensation at her rump. She couldn't believe it. The Earth Mother was spanking her. The vines increased in speed, and the Nord was left begging for mercy as another orgasm was forced from her. Didn't they get bored? Tired?

Her lips parted for air once more as the Earth Mother raised her hands again, ready to speed the vines further. And then a quiver full of arrows sprouted in the Earth Mother and Hjotra heard the voices of bandits.

Oh gods no. This was not how she wanted to get out of this situation.

The Matron reappeared from her tree, but was quickly felled by a mage. And when the group of bandits gathered by the tree to watch sodden vines slip out of the Dragonborn, she realised that her addition to the group would make them an equal number of men and women.

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Fin.