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Breaking Tradition (1/?)
Date: 2012-09-03 09:54 am (UTC)Shugak ‘The Red-Eyed’ was, by all means, was not the most normal Orc to have ever graced Tamriel. She had left her native Orsinium, believing if they were to worship, an Orc should worship what Malacath had become, not who he once was, and set out for Skyrim.
Then, when realizing her new life in an Orc Stronghold would have been characterized by marrying some chieftain and working to bring honor to her Orc-kin. While she had no problem with the latter, she more or less said “Fuck it,” left, went to Cyrodrill for a few years, and would later attempt to sneak into Skyrim to settle an old debt with the Thieves Guild. She would then go on to discover her identity as the Dragonborn, become Harbinger of the Companions, in an odd turn of events a Nightingale of Nocturnal, become the Daedric Champions of Hircine and Malacath, and would go on to finally defeat the World Eater.
“Agh! F-fuck! Shu! Not now!”
Still though, none of that really seemed to have the same amount of pride she took in teasing Borgakh the Steel Heart as she tried to sleep.
Beats being some chief’s wife, Shugak thought, licking her lips and roughly grasping the other Orc’s right breast from under her and flicking her clit, chuckling at Borgakh’s growls. How she hated being teased when tired…
“Stop it, you- you- you-“
“Me- me- me? You’re going to need to ask me a bit more… nicely if you want to get me to do anything,” Shugak said with a smirk. While never in a relationship, she had her fair bit of fun with the other Orc during their adventures. She knew this wouldn't advance much farther, but hey, she could at least have a little fun before-
“Cut it out or I’ll tear your arm off and beat you with it,” Borgahk said, grabbing Shugak’s throat hard enough to cut off her breathing for a few seconds, before finally letting go.
“T… that’s better….” Shugak said after a gasp of fresh air, smirking to herself as Borgahk returned back to sleep, as Shugak sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about her situation and her boredom. In all, she never really stopped to think what she was going to do once the whole Dragon Crisis was over. Go back to Orsinium? Traveling with the Companions was fun and all, but dammit, even after so much of that it just became work. Killing a bunch of Silver Hands and Ysgramor’s tomb was pretty cool, but it lacked excitement. Was this really going to be the rest of her days? Go on adventure here and there; screw a lady that didn’t mind having sex with an Orc (usually Borgahk), repeat?
She wanted more out of her life. She couldn’t give enough of a shit about either side of the Civil War (despite numerous requests from both sides to aid them)- there was no way she saw the Orcs benefiting from other side in the long run.
…
The Orcs.
Opposed as she was to tribal system, dammit, she envied the Chiefs (except, of course, that fuck Yamarz), having all the wives. Did she want to see that changed? Of course, but hey- even she couldn’t help but admit just for a few days, having a nice little harem… sounded pretty damn nice. It didn’t help most races just didn’t compare- the Nord and occasionally Redguard women she could sometimes be a little rough with, but the Imperials, Bretons, Bosmer? Fuck it, she had to be so damn gentle- and if that wasn’t enough, she was the one that had to finish it herself once all was said and done. She didn’t want to be some princess- she wanted to hit and scream, and wanted them to return that favor.
But she couldn’t do that unless she returned to Orsinium, or something in Skyrim in the Strongholds changed.
And Shugahk would rather die than go back just for a little sexual pleasure. And damn it to the Ashpits she let something like 'tradition' stand in the way of what she wanted, or her stories.
“Borgahk, asleep yet?”
“… I was.”
“Pack up your stuff in the morning,” she said, picking up Volendrung. “We’re heading to Giant’s Cove in the morning.”
“May I ask why?”
Shugak let out a smirk, looking over at her companion with her one good eye, holding up the warhammer, before turning up to the ceiling.
“Gonna go see if we can get a certain Daedric Prince’s approval on something I really wanna do.”
“Which is? Get on with it, Shu.”
“Fuck the chiefs. I’m gonna get all the wives."
Re: Breaking Tradition (1/?)
Date: 2012-09-03 12:30 pm (UTC)Not-OP has lots and lots of love for where this is going!
OP
Date: 2012-09-04 06:34 am (UTC)A!A here
Date: 2012-09-15 01:23 am (UTC)