The Dragonborn saw the light of a campfire ahead and stopped cold in her tracks. This could be friend or foe. One could never tell in the wilds of Skyrim, but it was worth a closer inspection. The slender Nord stealthily made her way closer and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was a female hunter, a Bosmer, and her dog.
"Hail!" The Dragonborn called out so as to startle neither, "may I join you, friend?"
The hunter, temporarily jumped up, but recovered quickly when the Dragonborn came into view. The dog as well settled back down as he sensed his mistress relax.
"Yes, come warm yourself by the fire. I don't have much, but you are welcome to share what there is." The Bosmer said, gesturing to a spot next to her on the log. The Nord sat down heavily, tired from her travels. She produced a bottle of mead from her sack and the Bosmer passed a hearty bowl of some stew. The two supped and became quick friends.
"How do stand being out here alone all the time?" The Dragonborn asked. "I am on my own a lot, but I do crave company. Especially a companion in the, uh…evening, shall we say." The Nord blushed at her own admission, perhaps the mead was loosening her tongue.
"Aye, that is important," the Bosmer began, "but you see, I don't miss out. I have a secret. Can you keep it?" She looked at the Nord with a devilish grin.
"Of course, friend!" The Nord exclaimed, taking another swig of mead.
"Well, it may be foreign to you Nords, but we Bosmer are known to commune with the forests and animals . . . and by commune, we mean live among them as they do themselves…" The Bosmer trailed off.
"Yes," the Nord said, "the Wood Elves are known to forsake the cities and live in the wilds. But doesn't that make you even more lonely?"
"Hmm… how to say this? We Bosmer have special connections to nature, and we commune with nature on all levels. All levels." There was something about the Bosmer's tone that made the Dragonborn uneasy, but heavily aroused.
"Go on." The Dragonborn quietly encouraged.
"Well, it's not uncommon among my people, the Bosmer, to lay with various creatures in nature. For instances, spriggans, atronachs, even… beasts…" The Bosmer trailed off, watching for the Nord's reaction.
"Wait. Are you telling me that you… you… with… really??" The Dragonborn questioned, turning to fully look at the Bosmer.
"Oh yes, my Nord friend. It is very common for the Bosmer that observe the old ways. In fact, I observe the old ways…" The Bosmer stopped, looking over to the large black dog curled up by the fire.
"Really?!" The Dragonborn half asked and half exclaimed. "But how is that possible? Is it just a way to observe the old ways, or do you actually get anything out of it? Do you like it?" The Nord asked.
"Oh yes. You have never cum so hard in all your life when a hound, crazed with rutting, takes you, his knot stuck inside you, expanding you to limits you did not know you could reach." The Bosmer licked her lips unconsciously.
"Um.. his knot?" The Nord asked.
"Yes dear, his knot. A large, fleshy bulge that occurs at the base of his cock. It's meant to keep him fastened inside you. Once knotted, he cums like a flowing tap, his balls contracting up, nearly into himself, forcing all that lovely cum deep into you."
There was something about all this that the Dragonborn found completely unbelievable. But there was something completely intriguing as well. She was just her eighteenth year - apparently there were still things she needed to learn. And perhaps this older Bosmer would be a guide. She shifted her long, blonde hair to one side, exposing her neck closest to the Bosmer. The Elf grinned.
"So… um… how does it work?" The Nord asked, not making eye contact.
"Well, my lovely Nord maiden, shall I show you first? Or would you like to just jump right in?" The Bosmer asked in a low, husky tone.
"You… you first." The Nord said, looking up at the hunter. The Bosmer bit her lip and leaned over to the Nord.
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F!DB/ Bosmer Huntress: "Observing the Old Ways" 1/?
Date: 2015-08-17 05:58 pm (UTC)"Hail!" The Dragonborn called out so as to startle neither, "may I join you, friend?"
The hunter, temporarily jumped up, but recovered quickly when the Dragonborn came into view. The dog as well settled back down as he sensed his mistress relax.
"Yes, come warm yourself by the fire. I don't have much, but you are welcome to share what there is." The Bosmer said, gesturing to a spot next to her on the log. The Nord sat down heavily, tired from her travels. She produced a bottle of mead from her sack and the Bosmer passed a hearty bowl of some stew. The two supped and became quick friends.
"How do stand being out here alone all the time?" The Dragonborn asked. "I am on my own a lot, but I do crave company. Especially a companion in the, uh…evening, shall we say." The Nord blushed at her own admission, perhaps the mead was loosening her tongue.
"Aye, that is important," the Bosmer began, "but you see, I don't miss out. I have a secret. Can you keep it?" She looked at the Nord with a devilish grin.
"Of course, friend!" The Nord exclaimed, taking another swig of mead.
"Well, it may be foreign to you Nords, but we Bosmer are known to commune with the forests and animals . . . and by commune, we mean live among them as they do themselves…" The Bosmer trailed off.
"Yes," the Nord said, "the Wood Elves are known to forsake the cities and live in the wilds. But doesn't that make you even more lonely?"
"Hmm… how to say this? We Bosmer have special connections to nature, and we commune with nature on all levels. All levels." There was something about the Bosmer's tone that made the Dragonborn uneasy, but heavily aroused.
"Go on." The Dragonborn quietly encouraged.
"Well, it's not uncommon among my people, the Bosmer, to lay with various creatures in nature. For instances, spriggans, atronachs, even… beasts…" The Bosmer trailed off, watching for the Nord's reaction.
"Wait. Are you telling me that you… you… with… really??" The Dragonborn questioned, turning to fully look at the Bosmer.
"Oh yes, my Nord friend. It is very common for the Bosmer that observe the old ways. In fact, I observe the old ways…" The Bosmer stopped, looking over to the large black dog curled up by the fire.
"Really?!" The Dragonborn half asked and half exclaimed. "But how is that possible? Is it just a way to observe the old ways, or do you actually get anything out of it? Do you like it?" The Nord asked.
"Oh yes. You have never cum so hard in all your life when a hound, crazed with rutting, takes you, his knot stuck inside you, expanding you to limits you did not know you could reach." The Bosmer licked her lips unconsciously.
"Um.. his knot?" The Nord asked.
"Yes dear, his knot. A large, fleshy bulge that occurs at the base of his cock. It's meant to keep him fastened inside you. Once knotted, he cums like a flowing tap, his balls contracting up, nearly into himself, forcing all that lovely cum deep into you."
There was something about all this that the Dragonborn found completely unbelievable. But there was something completely intriguing as well. She was just her eighteenth year - apparently there were still things she needed to learn. And perhaps this older Bosmer would be a guide. She shifted her long, blonde hair to one side, exposing her neck closest to the Bosmer. The Elf grinned.
"So… um… how does it work?" The Nord asked, not making eye contact.
"Well, my lovely Nord maiden, shall I show you first? Or would you like to just jump right in?" The Bosmer asked in a low, husky tone.
"You… you first." The Nord said, looking up at the hunter. The Bosmer bit her lip and leaned over to the Nord.