WARNING: Shit gets disturbing. ---- It had been four months since Gharam had left for Solstheim and six since they had purchased their slaves when Miraak finally lay dead at his feet. Three days later, he was home. His family greeted him with enthusiasm, and Gharam briefly noted with pleasure the additions Leone had added to the house, the security measures K'avar had set up, and the cleanliness of his house. He sat, exhausted and smiling as Hroar sat on his knee and read aloud to him from a book of myths, and he congratulated Sofie on her wobbly candlelight spell with genuine pride in his heart. There was no Farkas though. The Companions had other business to attend to, and Farkas would not be back for three days.
He tried not to let his nervousness show, devoting time instead to teaching Hroar how to swim and Sofie how to fish, and flinching when they asked about his new scars. But there were outbursts that he could barely control. The bloodrage came about him briefly when Casain slipped and dropped a plate. He had almost killed the elf before he realized his hands were around Casain's throat, and so, disturbed by his own actions, he locked himself in his room and meditated the days away until the night Farkas entered.
Farkas asked for no explanations. Farkas knew what he needed, and he'd fucked Gharam in every way he could before falling asleep. Gharam lay awake for a few more moments, thoughts of Hermaeus Mora whirling in his head. Then he thought of Sosia, and he thought of a way out.
The next day, Gharam and Farkas inspected Sosia in the cellar. She was huge and swollen with child, and she stood obediently against the wall as Gharam pressed his glowing hands to her belly. "Twins. Probably boys." He declared finally.
"Shall we celebrate?" Farkas asked with a roguish grin, and Gharam noticed for the first time the shackles installed on the wall. Sosia might be able to be shackled there, if she stood on her toes.
"You know, I've never had her cunt before. I think I might sample it." And Gharam smiled back, and did not tell Farkas what he was planning.
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Casain was, selfishly, foolishly glad that Gharam was back, even as the bruises around his neck deepened. He didn't think he could take Farkas' cock anymore, though that was undoubtedly what Sosia was doing right now. The werewolf and his household had grown excessively violent towards the two house servants, as they slowly got used to the heirarchy of slavery. K'avar and Leone were trusted, valuable and not to be abused. They were almost like people. Casain and Sosia were barely more than livestock. That was how it had always worked and that was why Farkas fucked him so violently, and why Sosia was valued only for her womb and her breasts.
It took him until midnight to complete his tasks, and for ten minutes he collected a strange purple flower that had begun to grow in the corner of the greenhouse. There were ways to deal with werewolves.
Then he descended into the cellar, expecting to find Sosia curled up in a miserable ball in the corner. He'd saved an apple for her, since she hadn't appeared in the kitchen for supper. Instead he found Gharam nursing a mug of ale, and he felt Farkas's hand descend on his shoulder. Sosia was naked and shackled to the wall, bleeding and bruised with her legs shaking. There was something embedded in her pussy. "Look who I've got here." Farkas said, shoving Casain forward. He reeked of alcohol.
Gharam looked at him, then at Sosia, and Casain thought of what a fool he was to be glad that this monster was anywhere near him. "Get on your knees, elf." So he wanted his cock sucked then. Casain had almost prepared himself for that when Gharam got up, walked over to Sosia and wrenched the vibrating object out of her. He got a glimpse of something metallic and phallus shaped before he was dragged to his feet. "What're you doing Farkas?"
A Trip To The Market 5/?
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It had been four months since Gharam had left for Solstheim and six since they had purchased their slaves when Miraak finally lay dead at his feet. Three days later, he was home. His family greeted him with enthusiasm, and Gharam briefly noted with pleasure the additions Leone had added to the house, the security measures K'avar had set up, and the cleanliness of his house. He sat, exhausted and smiling as Hroar sat on his knee and read aloud to him from a book of myths, and he congratulated Sofie on her wobbly candlelight spell with genuine pride in his heart. There was no Farkas though. The Companions had other business to attend to, and Farkas would not be back for three days.
He tried not to let his nervousness show, devoting time instead to teaching Hroar how to swim and Sofie how to fish, and flinching when they asked about his new scars. But there were outbursts that he could barely control. The bloodrage came about him briefly when Casain slipped and dropped a plate. He had almost killed the elf before he realized his hands were around Casain's throat, and so, disturbed by his own actions, he locked himself in his room and meditated the days away until the night Farkas entered.
Farkas asked for no explanations. Farkas knew what he needed, and he'd fucked Gharam in every way he could before falling asleep. Gharam lay awake for a few more moments, thoughts of Hermaeus Mora whirling in his head. Then he thought of Sosia, and he thought of a way out.
The next day, Gharam and Farkas inspected Sosia in the cellar. She was huge and swollen with child, and she stood obediently against the wall as Gharam pressed his glowing hands to her belly. "Twins. Probably boys." He declared finally.
"Shall we celebrate?" Farkas asked with a roguish grin, and Gharam noticed for the first time the shackles installed on the wall. Sosia might be able to be shackled there, if she stood on her toes.
"You know, I've never had her cunt before. I think I might sample it." And Gharam smiled back, and did not tell Farkas what he was planning.
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Casain was, selfishly, foolishly glad that Gharam was back, even as the bruises around his neck deepened. He didn't think he could take Farkas' cock anymore, though that was undoubtedly what Sosia was doing right now. The werewolf and his household had grown excessively violent towards the two house servants, as they slowly got used to the heirarchy of slavery. K'avar and Leone were trusted, valuable and not to be abused. They were almost like people. Casain and Sosia were barely more than livestock. That was how it had always worked and that was why Farkas fucked him so violently, and why Sosia was valued only for her womb and her breasts.
It took him until midnight to complete his tasks, and for ten minutes he collected a strange purple flower that had begun to grow in the corner of the greenhouse. There were ways to deal with werewolves.
Then he descended into the cellar, expecting to find Sosia curled up in a miserable ball in the corner. He'd saved an apple for her, since she hadn't appeared in the kitchen for supper. Instead he found Gharam nursing a mug of ale, and he felt Farkas's hand descend on his shoulder. Sosia was naked and shackled to the wall, bleeding and bruised with her legs shaking. There was something embedded in her pussy. "Look who I've got here." Farkas said, shoving Casain forward. He reeked of alcohol.
Gharam looked at him, then at Sosia, and Casain thought of what a fool he was to be glad that this monster was anywhere near him. "Get on your knees, elf." So he wanted his cock sucked then. Casain had almost prepared himself for that when Gharam got up, walked over to Sosia and wrenched the vibrating object out of her. He got a glimpse of something metallic and phallus shaped before he was dragged to his feet. "What're you doing Farkas?"