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Perilous Hedonists - Part 1.1 + Summary
Date: 2014-06-04 09:19 pm (UTC)NPCs; Imperial, Orismer, Altmer, Nord
Kinks; non-con, toys, breast play, double penetration, triple penetration, group sex, facials, oral, anal, forced orgasms, fingering, fisting.
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Gemma Uriel is sick and tired of the same, tedious routine of her present life.
Rise at the crack of dawn.
Eat a meal of soggy oatmeal, stale bread and sickly goats cheese.
Do four hours of picking into walls and floors of stone to chip out wee deposits of iron.
Eat a lunch of stale bread, goats cheese, an apple and a tankard of mead on the side while bitching to Ganna, her sister, about their miserable surroundings of persistent cold weather and any new mistake her sister had made recently.
Five hours of further blistering the once smooth skin of her hands, sweating profusely in hellish heat, an annoying ache spreading across her back not suitable for such back-breaking labour.
A dinner of some vegetable or meaty stew with grilled leeks or roasted potatoes on the side.
Finished by hearty mugs of sweet mead to coax sleep to come earlier for the Imperial just so she can escape her dreary, dead-end of a life; a life brought on by her idiot sister's inane idea to start up a mill near some stupid sacred trees those daft, superstitious Nords worship. Worship her arse! Just an excuse for those backward nationalists to make any non-Nord suffer and make life that much more difficult for them so their happiness and comfort won't outmatch those fat, boar-like barbarians.
The Imperial was tasked with restocking the lanterns' candles, drowse out the torches and locking up the mine at the end of her shift. While on her last break to the Inn, Gemma caught sight of a very unusual and unlikely sight of a trio of travellers banded together.
A typical fair haired and skinned bear of a Nord, with a single braid adoring his mane of hair, complemented with a full beard an Outsider would consider uncivilised and wild. He was nondescript for Gemma's tastes to pay him much heed; a sight of a man too common and whose once exotic qualities have twisted into those of contempt. However, he did process a very warm and genuine character when he was friendly conversing with that Roggi Knot-Beard, whose own foul temper can put a troll's to shame.
The other was an intimidating brute of an Orc, who was the most unusual out of the three due to his appeal consisting of expert mage robes. His skin brought to mind of the succulent green olives Gemma loved to eat as a child, a pang of homesickness pinching at her heart. Despite his bestial appearance, especially with his kind's jagged tusks jutting out of his underbite jaw, his warm mahogany eyes show admirable intelligence and kindness. He was the one who opened the door for the Imperial once she finished her break beverage, smiling her gratitude to such a rare display of manners in the back woods of this bitter land.
The other tall specimen was in the form of a male Altmer. This one had lovely strawberry blonde hair that appeared to have been made of the finest silk with its healthy shin and tidy swept back style; a nice change from the typical flaxen hair that often rivals with his kind's golden skin. His lush green irises that bring to mind of sweet summer grass appealed to her as well. The High Elf was the most attractive, colourful and tastefully fashionable member of the trio with his fine clothes in a deathbell's shades of purple and blue. He was also the most quiet one, more of a cynical observer than the chatty participants of his two companions. It was his stare that was directed at Gemma when his Orsimer companion opened the door for her, a peculiar spark flashed in his indifferent eyes once his eyes fell upon the young Imperial. Gemma shivered from the memory of seeing such heated interest from the uptight and pompous elf.
Maybe he is a wealthy merchant who hired the Steel armoured Nord and the Orismeri mage to escort him across these hostile, frozen lands rife with unfriendly creatures and bandits. It makes more sense than the three actually travelling together, especially since the elf's attire is highly inappropriate for passing through the likes of Skyrim.
Author's Note...
Date: 2014-06-04 09:23 pm (UTC)F!NPC and male OCs.
Re: Perilous Hedonists - Part 1.1 + Summary
Date: 2014-06-11 09:19 pm (UTC)/waiting patiently
Stalker!Anon is Stalking.
Date: 2014-06-11 10:26 pm (UTC)Perilous Hedonists - Part 1.2 and Part 2.1
Date: 2015-04-07 11:25 pm (UTC)Gemma dragged herself then collapsed upon the pile of sacks of flour, located further down the mine. Her tense body unwinds upon the convenient pillows as she sighs in rare relief. Her eyes began to droop, leaden with sleep as the heat lulls her into the realm of dreams (hopefully not horrifically contorted by Vaemeria).
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She awoke to a solid warmth hugging her back, a long finger ideally running up & down the Imperial's shoulder. Along with the itchy sensation of rough twine constricting her thin wrists together.
Gemma abruptly sat up. Her scream of alarm silenced by a long fingered, smooth hand clasping her jaw shut. Her hazel eyes shot upwards to stare into the stoic face of the Orc, bare chested only donning a pair of tan leggings, his glazed eyes impassive to her state of growing fear and anger. Her jaw was gripped tighter then turned to see the smug face of that High Elf, arousal burning within his now poisonous green eyes, as his slick tongue slithered across his bronze lips. The hot-headed Imperial attempted to head-butt his lecherous grin, only to be rewarded with her hair being pulled painfully back. Her fierce glare was forced up to see the also indifferent, blotchy face of the Nord, his steel armour absent from his hulking, bare chested form. His loincloth being the only article of clothing to cover his hardening shame.
Oh gods.
"Now now, little Imperial..." The sickly sweet, slightly slurred words of the Altmer warning her. Her nose wrinkled, scrunching up her face in disgust once she acknowledges the stench of alcohol and the bittersweet smell of Skooma combing through her nose hairs. The trio were intoxicated on drink and drugs, the new piece of knowledge not at all comforting to Gemma.
This will not end well for her.
She flinched at the unnerving sound of a dagger drawn, eyes darting down to see the Altmer tracing the laces of her ragged dress with the point of the weapon, as the other hand travels up her flank to her bust cupping her left breast.
"Such an ugly, tattered thing you wear," He plainly states to her, the tip of the dagger slipping under a strip of her corset. "It does not compliment your beauty at all." The lace split under the pressure of the deadly sharpened steel. "Best to be rid of it." Just as he says, the Altmer swiftly slices the rest of the laces, her corset falling dreadfully loose around her waist. The Nord moved to grip and tear the sleeves away from her, the Orc following suit by ripping her dirty skirts away from her flailing legs as the Altmer finishes the dress off by cutting her bodice open and wrenching it from her chest. She yelped and tried to squirm away in vain from the grabbing hands, growling in despair over her only article of clothing. Now only bits of torn thread and stripes of fabric hang from her revealed body, slim and of a delectable pear shape with acres of caramel skin stretched across her luscious form. Gemma shivered and sweated under the three ravenous gazes, goose pimples erupting across her smooth flesh.
Re: Perilous Hedonists - Part 1.2 and Part 2.1
Date: 2015-04-08 01:43 am (UTC)Re: Perilous Hedonists - Part 1.2 and Part 2.1
Date: 2015-05-10 07:43 am (UTC)Perilous Hedonists - Part 2.2
Date: 2015-07-05 11:50 pm (UTC)~*~*~
"I want her mouth." The Nord bluntly stated above, knowing his two companions won't argue. The Orc was focused on the tidy thatch of hair nestled between the tightly closed thighs. The miner flinched, alarmed by the feeling of the High Elf's hard and hot erection pressing against the curve of her bare rump. The men have all made their decision. Gemma tests her bounds, her dread growing tenfold as she could not find any fault with her bindings.
"Hold on," The Orc began, his voice deep and rough resonated in Gemma's ears, causing her to fearfully stiffen up more so. "I'll sooth her, before we can prepare her." He lifted his hand, curling his meaty fingers as bright, cool blue energy appeared in the centre of his palm. The miner tensed as he directs the spell at her, flinching as the magic is casted, squarely hitting her. Regardless of these men wishing to violate her Gemma, for some mad reason, felt utterly calm and very much relaxed. The muscles in her legs lazed considerably, did not even reacted to the Altmer lifting her right leg up to expose her sex and anus to the musky air.
She freely sighs in bliss as a thick digit wriggles between her folds, slinking into the narrow space of her vagina. It's been so long since someone else touched her quim, her insides reacting immediately to the pleasurable strokes of the delightfully foreign, thick finger. The Imperial jumps slightly as another finger, slender and slicker and smoother than the Orc's, encircled her puckered back passage. She gasped strongly at the abrupt breaching of her relaxed hole. Gemma mewls and moans as the attention in two of her holes increased, two fingers steadily pumping her wet, warming cunt as her arse swallows more of the long finger pressing at her virgin walls.
Her open lips were pouty, a lovely shade of crushed raspberries flushes the sensitive skin. Her erotic mouth attracted another pair of hungry, thinner lips that latch onto her orifice. Gemma's eyes snapped open, her sight obscured by fuzzy blonde mops of the Nord's beard draping from under her irritated nostrils to her furrowed forehead. Yet she lies pliant to his ravenous invasion by his tongue, slithering around the moist cave, grinding against her small strip of muscle residing within.
Re: Perilous Hedonists - Part 2.2
Date: 2015-07-17 03:10 am (UTC)