Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik & Tiaan]
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				Title: <strong>Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 17:37:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Continued from the end of this story (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80505.0)</span><br><br>Aimee wore a sunny expression as she padded through the streets of Solitude, heading back to the Winking Skeever where her, Arawn and Rin were currently living. <br><br>She offered waves and cheery smiles to the various townspeople who bid her good morning. She didn’t remember all their names but was earnest in her affections. She’d built up quite a reputation since arriving but this time she was actually pleased about it. For once she wasn’t famous for just being a good lay.<br><br>During the trio’s last world jump the majority of their possessions had been lost – along with Arawn’s considerable stash of gold. They’d arrived in Skyrim penniless. After managing to talk their way into the city they’d come up against a brick wall called Corpulus Vinius, the innkeeper, who outright refused any form of charity despite their bedraggled state. <br><br>Aimee’s services had of course been offered, and refused, the trio being told to go to the docks if they wanted to do that sort of thing. The place had been alive with music and good cheer however and Aimee had left the two siblings, looking miserably into a cup of water each, and started to dance for the bard.<br><br>She was soon helped up onto a table for the whole inn to see and after a couple of hours had made the ten gold needed for a room. Plus a few coins extra that they spent on food. <br><br>After performing for a few more nights’ word had gotten around and The Winking Skeever had fast become the only inn in town worth going to. With the vast numbers of students and sailors that were constantly buzzing around the city, Corpulus’ profits had increased considerably.<br><br>He’d offered Arawn two free rooms and as much ale as they could all drink if Aimee would keep dancing there. That was a few weeks ago and now she was known all over town – among the tavern going circles at any rate.<br><br>“Hoy! Aimee!” A youthful voice called out.<br>Aimee didn’t break stride but flashed a dazzling smile at the young sailor who’d caught up and was trotting along beside her. “Hello sweetheart.” <br>She knew his face but couldn’t remember his name… something beginning with K?<br>“It’s me Larsson, you remember me yea?”<br>“Of course I do gorgeous, when are you sailing?” It was a safe question to ask a sailor – they’d all be sailing at some point.<br>“Tomorrow…” The young man replied with a rather glum look. “But I er… I… I wanted to ask you something.”<br>Aimee cringed inside and quickened her step. “Oh? Why don’t you come by the inn tonight and ask me then.” It was always easier to let someone down when they had ale to console themselves with.<br>“No… I need to ask you now.” He circled around in front of her and slowed her down to a stop. Aimee felt hot and nervous and made to step around him but he got in her way. She looked up at the sky, at the vegetable stalls to her right, anywhere but at him. “I… I really need to get back…” She insisted.<br>“It’ll only take a moment…” Larsson said, reaching into his pocket as he bent down on one knee.<br><br>Aimee screwed up her eyes and felt herself flush bright red. This wasn’t the first time a sailor had proposed to her since they’d arrived – and probably wouldn’t be the last.<br><br>“Beautiful Aimee… I would be honoured to make you my wife… I am going on a voyage tomorrow and plan to return with riches untold… I…”<br>“Larsson, stop it!” Aimee squeezed out through clenched teeth, she was aware of the curious stares from the stallholders and passersby, soon enough they’d draw a crowd and she’d have to turn him down in front of everyone. “Stand up… please…” She said with embarrassment.<br>“But… but I have a ring… It’s from Radiant Raiments… cost me half of my advance.”<br>Aimee crouched down with him and closed her hand around his, holding his hand and hiding the small jewellery box from sight at the same time.<br>“I can’t marry you…” Not that she wanted to marry him anyway but she really couldn’t, she was Arawn’s property. She knew he was going to ask why and had no idea how she was going to explain it.<br>“But… why? You’re only a servant, I can provide for you…”<br>Aimee cringed again – the people who knew her and Arawn hadn’t quite grasped that she was his slave, thinking she was merely in his employ.<br>“Hmm…” Aimee mused, buying some time while she thought of an appropriate way to bend the truth. She looked up from his hand and into his eyes for the first time. Her eyes flashed as she saw the shocking intensity in his gaze. There was a depth to his glistening brown eyes that ran deeper than pure lust.<br><br>She was taken aback for a moment but quickly regained her composure as a suitable lie popped into her head.<br><br>“I have a contract with Arawn, there’s five more years left.”<br>“I’ll buy the contract from him! I’ll be coming back a rich man!”<br>Aimee sighed, Larsson wouldn’t be put off easily it seemed. “How long’s the voyage?”<br>“At least a month, maybe two.” Larsson said dejectedly.<br>Aimee brightened up a bit “Well come and find me then and we’ll see.”<br>“Really?” The young man was positively ecstatic.<br>“I said we’ll see… I didn’t say yes.” Aimee’s gentle delaying tactic wasn’t dampening his mood however.<br>“Yes! I will make you my wife Aimee! You’ll see! Here take the ring, as a reminder of our promise.”<br>Aimee didn’t really see it as a promise but considered accepting it – they certainly needed the money – he could well be dead in a week or end up getting ripped off by his captain. She couldn’t though, the glowing enthusiasm on his face made her heart ache when she imagined selling the ring a day later.<br>“No Larsson, you keep it for now, I’ll accept your ring when my contract has been paid off.”<br><br>This seemed to satisfy the boy who after a few more gushing sentiments was off down the street to prepare for his voyage.<br><br>“Make sure to come and see me dance tonight!” Aimee called off after him; nothing wrong with accepting his tips, he’d said he’d only spent <em>half</em> his advance on the ring as well.<br><br>Pushing open the door to The Winking Skeever she scanned the bar looking for Arawn and Rin. They’d been away for a few days chasing up some possible employment, she wondered if they were back yet. Seeing no sign of them she ascended the dusty wooden stairs and headed for her and Arawn’s room. <br>“Anyone here?” She sang as she nudged it open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 23:25:59</strong>
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				Arawn and Rin had found some work. From the Jarl herself too! Unfortunately the task wasn't exactly what the thief had hoped. Apparently the good lady's husband, the former Jarl and high king of Skyrim was recently murdered. The task she gave wasn't to find the man who did it, or exact vengeance. Instead it was to take an offering to a shrine of Talos in the dead king's name. Some funerary tradition of the Nords. As mundane and boring as the task was, it was for the Jarl, so surly it would pay well.<br><br><br>It took two days traveling through the wilderness to reach the shrine, and another two days back only to be given a trifling amount of gold and permission to buy property in the city. How are they supposed to buy a house with only fifty gold? If it wasn't for Rin quickly rushing Arawn out of the palace he would have likely got them both thrown in jail with his indignant outbursts.<br><br><br>"You seriously need to learn how to conduct yourself with royalty." Rin chastised as they made their way back toward the inn. "Pfft. Royalty needs to get off their damned high horse! Doing them a damned favor is NOT an honor, and I won't just smile and nod when they rip us off!" He counters. "Look, from what I can tell, property ownership is a big deal. For her to give us permission to own a house in the city is a show of confidence and trust. Don't throw that back in her face....we finally have a chance to settle down and make a home again." Rin argues.<br><br><br>"Who says I want to?" Arawn asked. "We've been here too long as it is. Aimee's getting complacent, and we are barely making any money with that damned Corpulus Vinius claiming most of Aimee's tips." He adds bitterly. "At least we have a place to stay and food to eat." Rin argues, trying to look on the bright side of things, as usual. Arawn just shook his head and kept walking, bumping roughly into a passerby. "Hey watch it!" The man had yelled before going on his way.<br><br><br>Arawn lifts up the coin purse he just stole, judging its weight and guessing it had 50 or so coins inside a slight smile on his lips at having just doubled their gold. "I'm used to standing on my own....getting by with skill and guile. Not being taken advantage of." He says as he tries to add the coins to his own purse only for Rin to snatch the stolen bag away and take off chasing down the man Arawn had stolen it from and return it. Arawn sighs and shakes his head as he continues toward the inn.<br><br><br>He grins as he see's the familiar sight of Aimee's luscious backside standing in the middle of the street. He had planned to give her rump a nice firm slap, just to say hi. He stops however as he notices the man kneeling in front of her, and that gem encrusted ring he offered! Arawn listens quietly as Aimee refuses him, and refuses the ring. 'Stupid cat, we could make a fortune selling that.' He thinks to himself before disappearing into the crowd.<br><br><br>By the time Aimee returned to the inn, Arawn was already in his room. As she pushed the door open she'd find her master sitting in a wooden chair facing the door, wearing only a smile. His cock was already hard and throbbing softly in the open air of the room. "I've been thinking about you." He informs with a grin. That much was true. His sexy little mithra slave had been on his mind the entire return trip, and he was eager to enjoy her company. As he sat waiting for her he couldn't help but imagine the feel of her soft, warm lips against his shaft.<br><br><br>"As much as I would just love to have you on your knees....I think I would prefer a private dance." He says as he settles back into his chair. "Time and again I've seen you dance for coins and drunkards....but its been forever since you last danced for me." He adds, a heavy, husky tone in his voice. As graceful as her dances were in the tavern, they lacked something. They were great at loosening a man's purse strings, but not as good at exciting his passions and heating his desire. Not like the dances she performed for her master behind closed doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 01:02:35</strong>
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				Aimee was a little startled to discover Arawn waiting for her naked and erect. However the slight shock quickly melted away, melting the area between her legs on its way. The corner of her mouth tugged into a grin as she listened to his command. Foreplay like that meant he was bound to put his dick inside her. He’d been away for four days after all, a simple blowjob would be a waste. She so needed him inside her… even if he didn’t make her cum (which was the likely outcome), just to feel him throbbing within her walls would be enough.<br><br>Aimee slipped into the room fully, grinning naughtily at him “It looks like I’ve been neglecting my poor master… dancing for others and not for him.” She turned her back to him and finished closing the door. After the latch snicked into place she pushed her behind out and bent over, rotating the key in the lock and affording them some privacy.<br><br>Aimee was wearing a pair of figure hugging black leggings – not dissimilar to a pair she’d owned previously, before Arawn had given them away. They surrounded her proud round booty like a second skin, firmly caressing the two curving globes of deliciously supple flesh that were currently pointed in Arawn’s direction. On her top she wore a simple leather waistcoat – which was immediately discarded when she stood up and lightly turned to face her master – under which she wore a thin white shirt with a button down front.<br><br>As she took slow deliberate steps towards her master she began to unbutton the garment, flicking each small wooden button open with finger and thumb, smiling as she watched him gaze at her chest. Each step was accompanied by another flick, the shirt being steadily forced more and more open by her breasts that seemed to be positively screaming for release.<br><br>She stopped when an inch or two of deep cleavage was exposed and stood still, smiling naughtily as she watched his cock bob and throb in response to her provocative movements.<br><br>“You’re suuuure you don’t want a blowjob?” She teased as she began to slowly gyrate her torso, knowing that he’d be dying for contact but hoping he had other plans.<br><br>Students from the bards college were constantly performing in The Winking Skeever, practicing their songs and ballads, so there was never a shortage of music. The walls were hardly thick either, so Aimee didn’t have to imagine a rhythm like she’d had to do in the past.<br><br>She ran her fingers through her hair, tousling her plaits as she stepped closer to her master. Aimee’s heart fluttered, Arawn’s cock throbbed and she was nervous that this unchained beast would pounce and claim her at any moment. It was what she wanted but the thought of him leaping up and aggressively mounting his property sent butterflies anxiously fluttering through her belly.<br><br>She was stood right in front of him now, still gyrating to the steady rhythm from the tavern below. Her legs were quivering but she didn’t let it show and slowly bent forward, her chest thrust out and her head pulled back. The deep canyon of her cleavage slowly lowered into his eyeline before Aimee’s face obscured it. She pursed her thick red lips and planted a moist kiss on his cheek before slowly standing up again and winding her hips around until her back was to him.<br><br>Aimee crouched down as the bard struck a bassy note on his harp, balancing on the balls of her feet she waited for the next thumping note before thrusting her hips back up into the air. Her legs locked straight and the flesh on her soft round ass bounced sexily as it settled back into place. She repeated the move on each bar, crouching down before thrusting up and bouncing the supple, pliable and infinitely grabable flesh a few feet from Arawn’s face.<br><br>“Are you enjoying yourself master?” She enquired playfully, standing up straight again and rotating her hips, accentuating the movement to the rear, pushing her arse back and her torso forward as her ripe round rump hovered invitingly close to Arawn’s crotch. <em>’Any minute now and he’ll jump me…’</em> Aimee thought, finding she was thrillingly terrified.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 07:13:03</strong>
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				Arawn watched Aimee's sensual display as she crossed the room, teasingly stripping off her top. His eyes were locked on her deep cleavage as she asked her question, and his cock throbbed in eagerness for her touch. "Only if you're good..." He said smoothly into her ear before giving it a dominant bite.<br><br><br>He sat back in his chair as Aimee fell into rythm with the bard's song. His eyes drank in her graceful form, and catching his slaves longing glances toward her master's throbbing cock. Arawn allowed himself to be drawn into the erotic dance, his hand moving to stroke his own shaft teasingly.<br><br><br>The highly suggestive dance mixed with lewd thoughts and memories as his hand stroked faster. As she moved closer, moving that sexy ass in front of his face he couldn't resist reaching out giving it a few, firm slaps as it jiggled. "Yes, I am." He says when Aimee asks if he's enjoying the show.<br><br><br>As she moves her hips closer to his hips, he pulls her into his lap and guides her hips with his hands encouraging her to rub herself against his throbbing erection. He moved his own hips as well, pushing against Aimee's soft backside to better feel the supple flesh of her bum rubbing against his shaft. Arawn's left arm wrapped around Aimee's waist as his right moved up to grasp her breast as they grinded against eachother.<br><br><br>Suddenly Arawn's grip tightens as he lets out a grunt. His cock throbs strongly against his slave's rear he cums, his hot sticky spray matting the fur at the base of Aimee's tail and soaks into the rear of her leggings. <br><br><br>As his sudden climax subsided he relaxed a bit. "Now that was a dance." He says with a satisfied grin, giving Aimee's ass a firm squeeze as he kisses her under the ear. "Alright, now down stairs with you. Go make me some money." He adds bluntly pushing her off of him and moving to clean himself up and get dressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 15:15:48</strong>
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				Aimee didn’t quite believe he’d blown his load already until he’d shoved her off his lap and she’d reached a hand behind her. Her heart sank and her eyes creased as her fingers met the slimy, sticky conclusion to her erotic dance that Arawn had delightedly covered her tail and arse in.<br><br>She considered telling him that she had needs too but quickly decided it wouldn’t go well for her if she did, and so, snatching one final look at her master’s toned physique and large endowment she grabbed some clean clothes, unlocked the door and headed to the bathroom. <br><br>A short while later she descended the stairs of The Winking Skeever to a few ragged cheers from the early drinkers. The sun hadn’t set yet and she wouldn’t be making any tips for a couple of hours at least. Still, Arawn had ordered her down to dance and so that’s what she would do. While they’d been away she’d waited till the tavern was packed before making her grand entrance. It’s better not to rush things – something Arawn could do with learning, she thought as she sidled up to the bard and began to dance.<br><br>By midnight the place was rammed, the sweet smell of ale and wine flowing together in spilled pools on the sandy boards was heady and the heat from the lively jostling bodies made Aimee’s head swim. She was up on a table now, crouching down whenever a coin was waved so that the owner could deposit it in her cleavage. She wore a small purse tied to her waistband that she transferred the gold into when top threatened to drop her accumulated riches.<br><br>Thankfully for Aimee, a lingering touch as grimy fingers stuffed a shiny coin between her breasts was as physical as she got with the patrons of The Winking Skeever. The innkeeper was heavy handed when it came to prostitution in his establishment and so Aimee dutifully respected his wishes and quickly rebuffed further advances. Much to her relief it must be said.<br><br>The way Aimee worked the room was to remain dancing on a table until the coins dried up, and then move to another one. Or for a few coins she’d graciously allow herself to be escorted across the room to swirl and sway her exotic curves for another group. She was currently bucking and winding her round posterior for Larsson and a group of his friends. It made her feel rather uncomfortable as he kept trying to talk to her when she bent down to receive another coin between her ample bosom, warm and sweaty from his tight grasp. She counted 80 gold coins from him before his purse was empty and she had to move on. The look on his face as she accepted a proffered hand and stepped down off the wooden bench table crushed her heart and she felt a choking sadness in her throat. Taking money off of lust driven drunks was one thing but this boy was in love with her and she’d just drained him dry of his last gold coin before turning her back on him. What pained her most though was her immediate reaction which had been <em>"That ring was only 80 gold?"</em>. <br><em>'I'm such a bitch...'</em> she thought, avoiding Larsson's gaze.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she fixed a smile to her face and allowed herself to be lead to the other side of the room and up onto another table surrounded by students of the bards’ college. On the way she heard snippets of conversations; “…yea the thieves’ guild’ll get you anythin’, for a price…” “…I performed the sacrament but they don’t answer…” and other such phrases that had little meaning for her.<br><br>She was exhausted, and dipped down, smiling naughtily at a student while she plucked a glass of wine from his hand. She ran her tongue suggestively along the rim before taking a much needed swig to warm her belly and give her energy enough to finish the night. She wondered when Arawn would come and tell her she could go to bed… 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 23:21:07</strong>
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				Arawn remained up stairs for a while after Aimee's private dance, using the time alone to study a crudely drawn map of the land that he had purchased off a traveling band of khajiit traders they had passed on the road during the little errand for the Jarl. Seemed those wandering cats would sell you the shirts off their own backs if its what you wanted to buy.<br><br><br>Arawn wanted to travel. To see what all this world had to offer, not sit idly by in a tavern as a selfish innkeeper took all his profits. The closest major cities were Markarth and Morthal, which the thief knew little about. A soft knock on his door drew him away from his map before his red headed sister poked her head in. "Oh...Aimee's not in here?" She asked, knowing the mithra didn't usually like to start her dancing until after sunset.<br><br><br>"No, I sent her down to the tavern....we'll need every coin we can get if we're to set out and explore this land." Arawn informs turning back to his map. "Oh." Rin responds a little disappointingly. She had hopped to enjoy the cat slave's company herself before her nightly show for the patrons. "So you're serious about not sticking around here then?" Rin asks, stepping further into the room and closing the door. "Yeah...I'm getting tired of this place. I want to see what else this land has to offer." He informs, tracing a possible route with his finger. "Just don't know where I want to go first...." He adds thoughtfully.<br><br><br>Rin steps closer to look at the map herself before pointing to one of the northern most cities, Winterhold. "I heard there's a mage's college here....I think that might be something worth investigating." She offers, studying the map more closely. "Well...I kinda want to head here, to Markarth." Arawn countered, pointing to the south eastern most city on the map. "Why?" Rin inquires curiously. "That's where the temple of Dibella is." Arawn informs.<br><br><br>Rin looks at her brother with slight confusion. "Since when do you care about temples dedicated to gods?" She asks seriously. "This one is said to be run by priestesses who worship the female body." He responds with a grin, which only grows wider at his lesbian sister's look of intrigue. "The golden statues and various riches held within is just a bonus." He adds with a chuckle. "Always the thief..." Rin says, shaking her head.<br><br><br>"So....Markarth first, then follow the south roads to Falkreach, west to Riften, then north through Windhelm to Winterhold. Then east to Dawn star before looping in toward Morthal and finally Whiterun?" Arawn asked, tracing a somewhat spiraled path around the map that would end in the central most city. "Sounds good to me." Rin agrees with a nod of her head. "Give me your gold, I'll go scrounge up supplies before the shops close and we can leave tomorrow morning." She offers. "Alright, I'll go and watch Aimee for a while and enjoy our free mead privileges." Arawn says with a smile before handing over his coin purse.<br><br><br>Arawn makes his way down stairs and immediately spots his slave shaking her booty for a group of students from the bard's college, then scans the crowd and notices the somewhat distraught looking Larson. Arawn grins to himself as he makes his way over to the sailor's table. "Can't help but notice how you stare at my servant." He says with a friendly smile as he approaches the pinning admirer. "Uh...yes. I...." The young man stammers a bit, not expecting to be directly confronted about it by Arawn.<br><br><br>"I've seen that look before....you love her, don't you?" Arawn asks. Larson just blinks in surprise. "I...I do." He remarks, his friends laughing heatedly at his nervous admission. Arawn just smiled warmly. "Well....have you told her yet?" Arawn asks, which seems to surprise the young sailor even more. Was he seriously going to offer his blessing on their union? "I have...but she says she needs to complete her contract with you first..." Larson responds, trying to work up the nerve to offer to buy the contract only to realize he doesn't have a Septim to his name. "I'll talk to her about it." Arawn responds, slapping Larson on the shoulder before making his way toward the bar to get himself a drink.<br><br><br>After Aimee finished her dance for the students he motions her over. "Aimee...come take a break." He says, patting the bar stool next to him. When she plops her lovely rear in the stool he leans close so his words aren't over heard. "Looks like you have an admirer over there." He says with a grin, motioning toward Larson and his friends. He knew Aimee had earned herself many such admirers over the weeks they've been here, but not that many had gone and bought expensive jeweled rings to express their love. "I saw you two earlier today." He adds, making it impossible for her to deny the rather awkward and public marriage proposal. He grins looking toward the sailor again. "And selling that ring of his could make us quite a bit of gold." He adds, looking back toward his slave.<br><br><br>"I want you to get it for me. Finish your shows down here, just like you would any other night...But I want you to try and seduce him Tell him everything he wants to hear before giving him the night of his life...then when he's fast asleep dreaming of a life with you, grab the ring and anything else of value and bring them to me. Think you can do that?" He asks, obviously not going to accept no for an answer. After Aimee agrees he smiles wide, giving her ass a playful slap and sends her back to work. Now all he has to do is sit and enjoy the show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 17:50:11</strong>
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				After Arawn’s palm slapping against her rump signalled the end of her very short break Aimee dragged herself back into the main tavern with a heavy heart. She could see Larsson out of the corner of her eye, leant so far forward he was in danger of slipping off his chair as he stared at her, trying to catch her eye to find out whether Arawn had come to an agreement.<br><br>She pointedly avoided locking eyes with him and quickly skipped towards a coin being waved in her direction, plastering on a smile that was in conflict with how she really felt. Part of her hoped he would just give up and leave before the offered coins dwindled and she’d be unable to avoid him any longer.<br><br>As she continued to dance though, she began to justify it in her mind. Her, Rin and Arawn were a team – and they were broke. If she didn’t want to dance in the inn every night – which despite being enjoyable was still hard work – they’d have to start earning. Plus, why should she suffer the inevitable punishment that would result in letting the fish off the hook. Larsson didn’t even know her; he was in love with an idea of her. A foolish male ideal of an exotic beauty that would make a good housewife – how many stories and pearls of wisdom must he have heard to know that that just wasn’t possible. Beauties were always a handful and made appalling home makers. Although Aimee rather fancied the chance to try it out for herself one day.<br><br>By the time the moment of reckoning had come, when the inn was sparsely populated and the gold was remaining in purses Aimee had decided that Larsson deserved it, hopefully he’d learn a lesson and not blow his riches on the first pretty thing he saw – if he got ever paid and if he even returned alive at all.<br><br>Shaking her head in disgust at a drunken man who waved a tiny copper grint at her she turned on her heel and went to the bar; ordering a large shot of a strong liquor. She downed it in one, shuddered as the fiery fluid hit her belly and turned towards Larsson – who was now sitting alone at the very same table he’d been at all night.<br><br>“Hello my sailor boy.” She said cutely as she stepped up to him, running a finger down his cheek briefly. The smile of pure delight that lit his face and the burning joy that shone from his eyes made Aimee flounder. She became choked up and her eyes glistened with tears that were threatening to spill.<br><br>“Hello my darling… beautiful Aimee…” Larsson replied, with much feeling. He was on the edge of his seat as she slid onto the bench opposite him. “Did Arawn talk to you about me..?”<br>“Yes… he did.” Aimee replied cryptically, her expression unintentionally serious.<br>“This doesn’t sound good…” Larsson said, his face screwing up as if he were about to weep. Aimee was flustered again, could she really go through with it?<br>“No… on the contrary my sweet man…” She said, steeling herself – she could definitely go through with it. “He was extremely happy for me. He said… he said <em>“I am overjoyed Aimee, you’ve been the most delightful and beautiful servant I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and have served me better than any other but I just can’t deny anyone – not even the lowliest of slaves – an opportunity where true love is concerned.”</em>”<br>Larsson frowned a little “He really said that? He doesn’t strike me as…”<br>Aimee leaned across the table and put a finger on his lips. “That’s what he said.” She replied, a little more strongly than she’d intended.<br>“Oh okay…” Larsson stammered as she removed her finger. Aimee was amazed to see Larsson’s eyes locked to hers and not pointed down at the generous cleavage that was now laid out on the table before him. “But why did you look so concerned? Just now?”<br>“It’s the thought of not seeing my darling for a whole two months…” She said quickly, thinking on her feet. “True love comes into my life so suddenly and then I am forced to wait for time untold for it to be realised…” Aimee cringed a little, surely he wasn’t buying this crap?<br><br>Larsson was eating it up like The Gourmet’s sweets. “I know my angel… my heart breaks even thinking about it. But when I return I’ll be able to buy us a house and afford all the things you’ve surely been denied in your life of servitude.”<br>Aimee doubted he’d be getting paid that well, realising he was even more gullible than he looked. Larsson went on “So what did Arawn say about your contract?”<br>“Well… he said he’d happily suspend my remaining five years for… 20% of your profits from the voyage…” Her eyes squinted slightly as she carefully studied his reaction. Larsson’s eyes visibly bulged and they darted among the subdued inhabitants of the inn, looking for any clue as to whether Arawn had been told about the fortune he was promised. <br>Just how much <em>had</em> he been promised, Aimee wondered?<br><br>He didn’t say anything right away and Aimee felt a sudden twinge of anger – wasn’t she his ‘true love’? Surely no amount was too high? <br>“So?!” She asked rather sharply<br>“Oh… why… yes, yes of course! I’d pay any amount!” <br>Aimee didn’t quite believe his sentiment but was subdued nonetheless, and glad she hadn’t said thirty or forty percent.<br>Larsson made to reach for his pocket, and no doubt the ring, but Aimee’s hand slipped over his and kept it firmly on the table. “Not here, give it to me properly… upstairs.” She didn’t want Arawn to see him give her the ring so easily – if she was going to rip him off she wanted to at least give him the night of his life in return. <br>Give him something to jerk off to on those long nights at sea…<br><br>“Upstairs..? Isn’t that a bit… inappropriate… we are only just engaged!”<br>Aimee nearly sighed out load, just how much of a sap was this guy?<br>“My sweetheart… I couldn’t possibly allow my betrothed to brave the dangers of the high seas without allowing him to taste the honey that awaits him on his return.” Aimee didn’t know where she was getting this rubbish – it must be the alcohol.<br><br>Her silky suggestiveness had apparently hit the mark though as Larsson seemed to come over quite giddy. Finally his eyes darted down to the table and took in the generous swell of her bosom and rounded curves that were spilling out of her top. A moment later and they were locked back onto Aimee’s big blue eyes.<br><br>“Yes. Yes I would very much like that.” Larsson said finally, the words coming out slightly strained. Aimee smiled coyly and fluttered her long lashes at him, stimulating a visible tremble of delight in Larsson.<br>“Then do follow me sweet prince.” Sweet prince… Aimee nearly laughed out loud at the corniness of it.<br><br>If Larsson had been excited by his sneak peek at Aimee’s breasts he would’ve been close to cumming in his pants as she ascended the stairs in front of him. Her big, round, perfectly balanced ass rose up into his line of sight and with Aimee apparently none the wiser that’s where his eyes remained for the journey to the second floor. The natural sway of her posterior as it tick tocked from side to side with each step made his cock grow, pulsing almost in rhythm with her light, slow steps.<br><br>Aimee knew he was looking of course, no man could possibly resist and she choked back a laugh as she heard him slurp back the drool that had nearly spilled out of his gaping mouth when they reached the top of the stairs.<br><br>She led him to her and Arawn’s room and proceeded to truly give him the most exciting, stimulating and enlightening night of his 21 years.<br><br>She began of course by accepting his ring, blushing unexpectedly as he bent his knee and fitted it to her finger with overblown but truly heartfelt romantics. Then she began working him in a way that was much more within her comfort zone than duplicitous seduction was.<br><br>Her first blowjob saw him exploding in her mouth after less than a minute – followed by much embarrassment and apology from Larsson. Aimee shrugged it off like it was normal, telling him that it was only the beginning.<br><br>She made him cum no less than four more times, having the inexperienced young sailor simply lie back while she coaxed him to orgasm after orgasm. Once while she was riding him, smooth toned thighs clamped firmly around his middle. The next was with her hand, as she worked him back to full hardness he ended up going off again, spurting thick streams of gooey spunk up into the air to cascade down over them both. <br><br>Again she rode him, after nearly falling asleep as he spouted lovey dovey nonsense at her. The final time she blew him again, praying he’d finally fall asleep and she could be done with the whole affair. When he came his body shuddered and jerked with pleasure and she milked just a couple of drops of salty essence out of his stiff penis. With that he relaxed back and she snuggled into his arms until he drifted off into a heavenly slumber.<br><br>Once he was snoring gently Aimee slid out from under his arms. The sky was beginning to lighten with the dawn. She took a longing look at the warm bed and considered curling up with him and sleeping for a few hours – it’d been a long time since she’d slept in a bed, and a long night – but she shook the sleepy haze from her head and went through his pockets and satchel.<br><br>She found little of interest – a notebook, a couple of small vials of minor healing and an iron dagger that was affixed to his waist – and went out in search of Arawn to inform him of her success and present him with his ‘prizes’. She prayed that would be it for the night and she’d be allowed to sleep off her shame.
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				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 20:56:33</strong>
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				Arawn watched Aimee butter up the young sailor, who seemed to be eating up her sappy words. And why wouldn't he? A man so young being told what he wants to hear from a beautiful creature such as Aimee...she could likely make him do anything she wanted. Arawn imagined it must have been a bit of a power trip for the mithra slave, having a man so helplessly tied around her finger for a change. Quite different than being forced into compromising positions for her master's amusement. <br><br><br>Rin returned to the tavern well after sunset, and after most of the patrons had either passed out in their drunken stupor or returned to their homes or rooms to sleep it off. Arawn couldn't help but wonder what had kept her so long. She only needed to purchase some supplies. Then again, she was a woman shopping. Arawn stood and made his way over to his sister, taking on of the heavy packs off her shoulders. "What kept you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Bartering." Rin replied with a cheeky grin. "Bartering? Well after the shop closed?" He asks. "Vigorously." Rin responds. "How do you think I managed to get so much for so little?" She asks.<br><br><br>"Shop keeper left his daughter in charge again?" Arawn asked as he followed his sister up stairs. Rin let out a loud guffaw of laughter before responding. "Yes." Arawn chuckled as well, still finding his sister's sexuality quite amusing. It was almost as though she was one of the guys with the way she shamelessly flirts with young beauties. To Arawn's dismay however, she was much better at it than him. Even if they weren't interested, she could at least get a laugh out of them.<br><br><br>"So...who's Aimee talking to?" Rin asked as they reached the top of the stairs. "Oh, just some sailor who proposed to her." Arawn informs. "Really!? Don't imagine you're very happy about that." Rin muses as they reach her room. "Oh, quite the contrary. I've encouraged her to give him a night to remember." Arawn explains, trying to sound as innocent as possible. The look his sister gave him made it clear she didn't believe him for a second. "And rob his ass blind as soon as he's asleep I assume." She says, knowing her brother.<br><br><br>"Would I do that?" Arawn asked, still trying to play innocent. "In a heart beat...You know, I really don't like you using Aimee for your stupid cons." Rin objects as she drops the pack next to her door. "But...you won't let me con people myself, what am I supposed to do?" Arawn asks playfully. "Stop conning people?" Rin suggests, but knows that's never going to happen. Her brother is a thief, through and through. Though he does have a good heart, more often than not it's overridden by his greed. <br><br><br>"So, I assume when we leave it'll be in a hurry." Rin says, her voice thick with annoyance. "Probably. Would be a good idea to get as far away as possible before sailor boy wakes up." Arawn states as he begins to look through the pack his sister had brought, checking the supplies. Had most everything they needed. Bed rolls, rope, several healing potions, and a few cast iron pots to cook food while on the road and most importantly a tent. Or rather the things needed to make a tent. Over all the pack weighed about 60 or so pounds with everything. Not that it mattered. Arawn wasn't going to be the one carrying it.<br><br><br>The two siblings argued a bit longer. The usual clash of moral values. But their conversation soon turned to the noises coming from Arawn's room next door. "She's faking." Rin said matter of factually. "Probably..." Arawn agreed before he starts snickering. "I'd be surprised if he even knew where to stick it." He says, still giggling a bit. Rin joins in on the laughter a moment before loudly banging a fist against the wall to get the two 'love birds' attention. "Come on man, put your back into it! Don't make the lady to all the work!" she shouts through the wall trying to make the sailor feel self conscious and more importantly make her brother fall down laughing.<br><br><br>By the time Aimee had finished with the sailor, Rin was sleeping softly and Arawn was playing a game of cards with himself on the floor. He looked up when Aimee opened the door. "So...how'd it go?" He asked, immediately spotting the ring on Aimee's finger. As she moved to present her other findings, he reached up to slip it off her finger before moving toward the lantern to examine it in brighter light. Everything else was probably just junk anyway. <br><br><br>"Not bad....the band is flawless, and the fitting is secure...." He says quietly to himself as he appraises his loot. "But THAT, is not a diamond." He adds, a bit disappointingly. "Not worth as much as I'd hope, but I can make some coin off this." He says with a nod. "good job." He adds, glancing toward Aimee as he pockets the ring. Arawn then moves toward the bed and gently shakes Rin awake. "Hey, she's done." He says when his sister's green eyes finally focus on him.<br><br><br>The mage groans and rolls over. "Five more minutes." She mumbles, sounding a bit like Arawn when it comes time to break camp. "No, now." Arawn insists, reaching beneath the blanket to grab an ankle and pull his sleepy sibling from her bed. Rin lets out a slight shriek of surprise as she falls to the floor with a thump. <br><br><br>Before Aimee has much time to ask what's going on, Arawn is strapping his heavy pack to her back. "We're leaving town." He says excitedly, now finally bringing his tired kitty into the loop. Rin is up and dressed a moment later, after wiping the sleep from her eyes and shooting her brother several angry looks of course.<br><br><br>By the time the morning sun rises above the horizon they are already marching southward on a dirt road with the city shrinking behind them as they walked on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 10:42:12</strong>
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				As they trudged along the uneven road Aimee was suffering too much to take any real notice of the beautiful countryside around them. Rolling hills, lush with vegetation and a jade green carpeting of grass gave way to rocky foothills in the distance that stretched up to soaring peaks, the bright white dusting of snow hundreds of feet distant was as clear as if it were in front of their faces. The sound of birdsong filled the undulating meadows; nature’s orchestra playing its morning song. Their surroundings were teemed with all manner of wildlife – alert rabbits that quickly darted into long grass as the trio’s footfalls invaded, magnificent Elk with impressive thick black antlers, even small white mountain goats trotted around the rocky foothills in the distance. <br><br>All of this was lost on Aimee however as she struggled along behind the siblings; her head down trying to balance the bulging pack with its dangling pots and pans on her back. The air was invigoratingly fresh though – cool and crisp, moist with dew that refreshed her and gave her the strength she needed to take a few more steps, then a few more, then a few more… hypnotically staring at the back of Arawn’s boots as he paced briskly along what counted for roads in this country.<br><br>The wind was chilly though, she’d not been given the chance to change out of her dance costume; which consisted of a low cut white top and a light, knee length beige skirt, close fitting around her hips and rear that ran into tiered fabric that whipped and fluttered when she spun. It was a gorgeous outfit to dance in but not ideal for travelling across wide open landscape. The wind cut right through the thin material. Supporting the heavy pack and matching Arawn’s pace did force some warmth through her though – although she wasn’t exactly thankful of the circumstances.<br><br>After another mile or so Aimee began to feel weary, the sun was no where near its mid point even – she hoped they weren’t planning to walk all day. Usually at times like this she’d just walk in front of Arawn, her swaying hips and alluring femininity would quickly enchant his male sex organs and he’d be ordering a halt to make camp quicker than you could say ‘Aimee I want a blowjob’. The straining canvas pack with its tendency to overbalance and send her stumbling ahead wasn’t very conducive to seduction however. Plus she was struggling to keep up, let alone make it to the front.<br><br><br>Eventually the ache in her shoulders, the burning in her thighs and the monotony of the steady march up and down hill started to get to her.<br><br>“Guys..? Can we stop soon… if just for a break. I’m sure we are well enough away from Solitude now.” She lifted her eyes from the moist stone strewn earth in front of her to see their response. Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of a collection of dwellings about half a mile distant. “Look! There’s a settlement over there! We should stop for…” She wanted to say ‘lunch’ but her being hungry wasn’t any kind of reason that could persuade Arawn to stop. “We could try to sell the ring! You might be able to pass it off as a diamond in a remote place like this, better than trying to hawk it in a city…” Her argument made sense to her, she wanted them to get as much as they could for it – after all they were a team; although with her carrying all the weight it didn’t much feel like it.<br><br>If Arawn checked his map he’d see the small community was named Dragon’s Bridge and the road let right through it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 12:12:01</strong>
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				Arawn looked back over his shoulder at his poor little slave as she trudged along behind them. "Try to keep up would ya. Last thing I want is for some wolf to think you'd make easy prey." He says, urging her on with a very real danger. During their travels for the Jarl of Solitude Arawn and Rin had to fight of several packs of wild dogs. Traveling in groups was obviously safer, but only if one could actually keep up with said group.<br><br>"You know, she'd be able to walk a lot faster if you carried your own shit." Rin protests. Like Aimee, she had a heavy pack as well, but was much more accustomed to traveling and hauling her own gear. "Come on, what good is a slave that doesn't carry my stuff?" He asks with a chuckle. "Oh, so the nights of wild sex and daily blow jobs mean nothing?" Rin asks as she adjusts the straps of her own pack.<br><br><br>Arawn just looks back at her with a wide grin then continues on, practically skipping ahead of them. Rin grumbles under her breath, wanting so badly to slap the shit out of her brother. He's enjoying this whole slave ownership thing entirely too much.<br><br><br>After hours of nothing but walking they finally approach the settlement of Dragon's Bridge. Arawn turned to regard Aimee's suggestion. She did have a point, it would be better to sell the ring to someone who didn't truly know its value. "Good thinking...and hey, we might get lucky. Might find someone in need of a lay too." He adds with a grin. "Seriously?" Rin asks incredulously. "How about we get some food, rest a while, and I don't shoot a fire ball up your ass." She suggested. Arawn had put Aimee through a lot in the past day, if the mage didn't put her foot down, the poor slave was bound to die of exhaustion. <br><br><br>"Sounds great....Aimee, how many guys you think you can suck off while we do that?" He asks, then narrowly avoids a lightning bolt hurled by his magically inclined sibling. "Alright, alright....no whoring....sheesh....Ruin all my fun why don't you." He says, muttering that last part.<br><br><br>As they drew closer to Dragon's Bridge, it seemed the word settlement was a bit too strong. Seemed more a military outpost guarding a bridge really. A tavern and lumber camp has set up shop to service the imperial troops, but other than the impressive stone bridge itself there was very little here.<br><br><br>"hmmm....might be hard to sell this ring here..."Arawn said to himself, watching a formation of guards clad in shiny armor march past. "But, you'll never know, might be some soldier hoping to propose to his sweetheart when he gets home..." He adds hopefully as he leads the way toward the barracks.<br><br><br>On the way they passed the lumber camp, a young man just beginning his day's work chopping fire wood for the tavern kitchens. After watching the man wipe the sweat off his brow after only a few block Arawn got an idea. "Excuse me....How much would you be willing to pay someone to chop that wood for you?" Arawn asked as he approached. "Huh? I don't know....2 gold a block?" He responds. He of course made 5 per unit, so he'd still keep most of his earnings with that price, but was sure that wasn't enough to pay a traveler for the help.<br><br><br>Arawn just grinned. "Sounds good to me....Aimee, help the man with his wood. Rin, lets grab something to eat." Arawn says before marching off into the tavern. Rin seemed stunned a moment, but her growling stomach soon motivated her to follow. None of them had eaten all day. She looked back over her shoulder at poor Aimee with an apologetic look that seemed to silently say, 'I'll make it up to you.' before she too disappeared into the tavern where a freshly cooked meal and cold refreshing beverage awaited.<br><br><br>The woodcutter seemed a bit confused at what just happened and looked Aimee's curvaceous form over, clearly liking what he saw. "Uh...right. So....drop the pack and I'll show you what you're doing." He says, snapping himself out of his stupor as he set another chunk of wood on the chopping block. Somehow he doubted Aimee had ever done this sort of 'wood work' before. "Just set the wood like this...and chop." He said, lifting the ax over his head and chopping the block of wood in two. After showing her his technique a few times he thrust the ax into her hands. "Your turn." He said, clearly eager to shirk his daily work and enjoy watching the sexy cat from a better angle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 22:00:30</strong>
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				Aimee’s heart began to grow heavy as soon as Arawn mentioned ‘pay’ and ‘chopping wood’ to the local man. A thin thread of hope in Rin prevented her heart from plunging into her belly, but this was severed with surgical precision when the mage simply trudged on up the wooden stairs after the briefest hesitation. Aimee widened her eyes imploringly when Rin looked back but it wasn’t enough to deter the mage from stepping out of the cold and into a warm, welcoming tavern. The short blast of heat and sweet scented spice that wafted in Aimee’s direction set her own belly rumbling again and with a heavy sigh she turned back to the work man.<br><br>At least she got a breather while the man showed her what to do; the lack of movement just made the wind feel more chill though as it whipped up and around the tails of her skirt.<br><br>“Yea yea… I got it…” Aimee replied after his demonstration. He handed her the axe and grunted a laugh as the weighty head jerked towards the ground the moment his hands left it. It was heavy in the tired arms of the poor mithra. Once accustomed to the weight though, she managed a good enough job. The workman reclined on a pile of freshly split wood chunks behind Aimee and a bit to the side – he didn’t want to get clobbered if the axe slipped from her grasp on the up swing.<br><br>Aimee soldiered on, working up quite a sweat as she split a few of the thick stumpy blocks. She couldn’t always split them in one – much to the amusement of her unhelpful supervisor – but managed to get the cuts in about the right place at least. <br><br>She was acutely aware of the workman – whose name was Lodvar – staring at her rear profile; enjoying the view as she struggled with the wood. She took a peek to the side and found him stretched out smoking some strange smelling tobacco with his free hand resting near his crotch.<br><br>“You know it’s not very chivalrous of you to let a lady…” &lt;heave&gt; “…heft this heavy axe while you…” &lt;thwack&gt; “…just stare at her ass.” <br>Aimee cursed as the block didn’t split completely and stopped for a moment to turn around and scowl at him. Lodvar wore a bashful little grin and raised his shoulders apologetically.<br><br>“If we worked as a team we could get a lot more done…” Aimee spat, a bit put out that she was doing hard labour and being paid so little while Rin and Arawn rested their weary bones inside leaving this buffoon to get cheap thrills from checking her out. “I could put the blocks in place and you could split them… we’d get it done fast.” Again he shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands as if to say <em>”There’s nothing I can do about it…”</em>.<br><br>“You’d get in the way miss.” He said simply; apparently not open to negotiation. <br><br>Aimee let out an annoyed hmph and turned back to finish splitting her block. When she bent down to pick up the next one she frowned a little, hearing his sharp intake of breath. Her butt, pushing the back of her skirt tightly around the coveted curving mounds almost made his eyes pop out. Aimee rounded on him, not really sure why it made her so mad, but it did. Before she could begin lashing him with her tongue he cut her off.<br>“I know I know, not very chivalrous. I can’t help it, your uh… backside… keeps catching my eye. That big piece o’ meat all bouncin’ and strainin’. It’s mighty distracting if I’m honest…” He was blushing a bit after being so candid with her and half expected Aimee to lob the blunt end of the axe at him. When she simply balled up her fists and planted them on her waist he went on. “Anyway, chivalry’s for bards to sing about. You seen much of it recently? Your uh, <em>friend</em>, from before was hardly a knight in shining armour was he?”<br>He had her there – how could she expect anyone else to treat her decently when her own master thought of her as his own walking talking sexually active work horse.<br><br>A couple of blocks later and her arms were burning as much as her legs had been from their early morning march over the rolling roads. She felt like she was at her limit; of course that’d be no excuse for Arawn. Turning in a measly 10 gold for her efforts would hardly earn her any favours.<br><br>“Lodvar…” Aimee said, turning to face him and wiping the sweat from her brow. “You married? Girlfriend?”<br>“Hah, as if…” Lodvar seemed genuinely amused. “I live with my boss and his wife and don’t have permission to buy property… What girl would be interested in that?” He was staring into space, probably running through the catalogue of past regrets he had in his head. “Couldn’t afford a house anyways…” He spat into the grass and relit his pipe.<br>“You must be pretty lonely…” Aimee replied, pushing her bottom lip out and crouching down to meet his eye level.<br>“Well… yea… I guess I am. What of it?”<br>“Well… I am <em>very</em> good company… if you catch my meaning? A night with me would be enough to keep you… vigorous, and healthy, for a good few months…”<br>Lodvar snorted in agreement “I believe you miss… there’s certainly something about you…” He trailed off as he gazed over her exotic countenance; the big blue almond shaped eyes, the thick plaits that sprouted out of the top of her head – a style unusual to Skyrim – and that killer body that literally popped the softest of curves in the most delicious of places. “…why ya teasin’ me? Yer not a whore are ya? I can’t afford no whores…”<br>“No no, I’m not a whore…” Aimee said, as she slid across the ground towards him. She got so close that Lodvar could practically taste the sweat that glistened on her chest – so feral and enticing – had he the money he would certainly consider it with a girl like her. She said she wasn’t a whore but he felt she was lying. <br><br>After giving him a few moments to sink into her spell Aimee went on. “I’m sure we could come to some arrangement though… One night of unbridled passion in exchange for chopping a bit of wood? Something you do everyday anyway… and would be doing right now had we not showed up..?”<br><br>“Spell it out, what do you want.” Lodvar replied simply – he might be charmed by her sexy allure but he wasn’t stupid.<br><br>“Well… you chop the wood, give me the 2 gold per block as arranged and I’ll be yours for the night…” Aimee reckoned they’d be moving on before too long. There was nothing in this overblown soldier’s outpost that could keep the siblings here overnight. Lodvar could kiss her big round behind if he had any complaint later.<br>“A full night? From dusk till dawn you’re with me? A night’s a night you know…” Lodvar said.<br>Aimee smiled, she had her little fishy securely attached to the hook now. “From dusk till dawn Lodvar. It will be as you say. Oh but…” She leant over his lap, planting a hand on the ground between his legs and brought her face close to his. “You have to pay my mast… I mean, you have to pay Arawn as soon as he comes back… for the wood… 2 gold per block.” Lodvar gave her a sharp look, although it quickly softened when he gazed into the azure depths of her glistening eyes.<br>Even still he wasn’t falling for it that easily “How do I know you won’t just skip town?”<br>Aimee was prepared for it though and lifted her hand, running it up his thigh to end up cupping his package. “You’ll just have to trust me…” She said innocently, squeezing ever so slightly as she leant in to plant a sensuous kiss on his lips. It was something a proper whore would never do and she continued to snog him for half a minute or so. She pulled back when she felt his cock had stiffened to an acceptable degree. “Surely I’m worth the risk..? Aren’t I?” She cocked her head cutely and gave him a wide eyed questioning look.<br><br>“Thalos damnit I just about reckon you are.” He said excitedly, trying to pull her in for another kiss. Aimee retreated quickly and admonished him with a wagging finger.<br>“Uh uh, dusk till dawn remember? <em>My</em> wood first… we’ll get to yours tonight.” She giggled cutely at her pun and slid back out of his way so that he could get to work. The rush of blood to his genitals had voided all semblance of reason from his body and he was up like a shot, hefting the axe and slamming it down on the waiting block before looking over his shoulder and grinning at Aimee.<br><br>She returned a smile and flicked a wave before dragging her pack over and curling up on the soft earth to get some sleep.<br><br>By the time Rin and Arawn returned they’d find Aimee still curled up, smiling happily as she snored and Lodvar splitting blocks, ready to hand over a decent sum of gold for her trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 06:58:31</strong>
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				Arawn and Rin found nothing particularly special within the tavern. There were tables of off duty soldiers drinking and chatting while a rather bored looking bar keeper wiped down the bar. "You really should consider Aimee's feelings more often you know." Rin protested as she entered the tavern a few steps behind her brother. "Hey, I said I wasn't going to whore her out...you never said anything about not putting her to work....at least the labor is honest, right?" He counters. Rin just scowled as Arawn smirked. "Wonder how long she'll keep it that way." He adds with a grin, which is quickly wiped off his face by a punch to his shoulder. <br><br><br>"Lets just eat so we can get moving." Rin says before approaching the bar. After counting out their coin, she decided she probably shouldn't have bought so many supplies. As much as she hated to admit it, they would probably need the money Aimee was earning right this moment. "Don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for a roast pig!" Arawn says as he joins his distressed sibling. "Don't have nearly enough for that...less than twenty gold between the two of us." she informs. "Oh....next time I'm doing the shopping." He says teasingly as he rethinks his options.<br><br><br>Ultimately they had just enough for two bowls of beef stew and two flagons of mead. Arawn chowed down eagerly, but Rin ate slowly. She found it hard to enjoy the meal while thinking about Aimee working her sexy little butt off outside in the cold. Arawn seemed to notice her lack of enthusiasm for the hot food. "What's wrong?" He finally asks after choking down another spoonful. "Just thinking about your gross disregard for Aimee's welfare." She replies, bringing her drink to her lips at sipping.<br><br><br>"Oh come on, you make it sound like I beat her senseless and don't feed her." He says with a scoff. "You don't feed her....half the time she feeds you." Rin replies, quite honestly at that. Most of the time Arawn wakes up to a wonderful blow job and freshly cooked breakfast thanks to his little mithra slave, yet when it comes time to share his own food, poor Aimee usually does without. "What do you want?" Arawn asks, dipping his spoon into his half empty bowl. "What? I don't want anything." Rin replies.<br><br><br>"You're trying to guilt trip me....that usually means you want something. So lets just skip the dog and pony show. What do you want?" Arawn says defiantly. "I want you to show more consideration for your slave. If you keep pushing her like you have been, its going to take a nasty toll on her health. Last thing I want to see is her collapsing from exhaustion or falling ill because you don't feed her enough." Rin says bluntly. Arawn said nothing as he sat back in his chair. He seriously hated how Rin was constantly trying to tell him how to treat his own property. Arawn had won her from that crooked carnival game, not Rin. He could do with her as he damned well pleased....of course, he couldn't have done it without Rin's help in the first place.<br><br><br>"When we get to Markarth, let me take her for a few days. I'll work my magic and make sure she's rested and recuperated enough to withstand your abuse another week." She suggests and Arawn just chuckles. "Right....and during that time you won't ever have her on her knees eating your pussy." He says quite bluntly before taking another drink of his mead. It was no big secret that Rin enjoyed Aimee's talents as much as he did. She just didn't get the opportunity to make use of them as often.<br><br><br>"More than likely I'll be eating her's." Rin responds without missing a beat, even managing to cause Arawn to choke on his drink a bit, spilling some on his shirt as he coughed and sputtered. "Just let me fulfill my...oh, how'd you put it?....my sick, deprived need to be nice....it makes watching you be a jack ass much easier to handle." She adds as Arawn tried fruitlessly to wipe the spilled ale from the front of his shirt. He let out a sigh as he gave up and looked into his sister's eyes. They weren't as confrontational as he expected. More pleading than anything. <br><br><br>"Alright, fine. As soon as we reach Markarth, she's yours. But only for a day or two." He says finally, seeing that Rin was legitimately worried for Aimee. Giving her this proved he wasn't a complete dick, though it did mean he'd have to find another way to get his kicks. Rin's expression immediately brightened, clearly happy and excited by the prospect of spending a few uninterrupted days with Aimee. It was quite likely that neither Arawn nor Aimee knew just how deeply Rin actually cared about the mithra. Seeing her being mistreated and used was difficult for the good matured mage to handle. In fact she kept half the things she wanted to say to her pig headed brother quiet, if only so she could stay close to Aimee and keep her safe. <br><br><br>After finishing his food, Arawn got up to talk to some of the soldiers. Learn a bit more about the surrounding countryside and its dangers as well as subtly seeking a buyer for the ring. He did learn a bit about the local fauna which included not only wolves and bears, but saber toothed cats, trolls, giants, and even mysterious entities called wisp mothers. Rin on the other hand continued to nurse her drink and slowly eat her stew, making sure to save at least half of it for Aimee. She'd probably need it by now. She watched Arawn chat with the soldiers a bit, noting how the conversation turned from their travels to tales of conquests of busty bar maidens and lusty whores. <br><br><br>The mage took that opportunity to slip out of the tavern, bringing her gift of still warm stew out to the currently snoozing Aimee. Rin was surprised to find Aimee curled up sleeping as Lodvar quite eagerly chopped the wood. "Hey." Rin said softly, poking Aimee with her foot to wake her up, almost sorry to disturb her rest. "Brought you some food." Rin informs as she kneels down and holds out the half eaten bowl of stew. "Not much...but its something." She adds, sounding disappointed that she couldn't offer more.<br><br><br>Once Aimee accepted her offered gift, Rin turned her head to watch Lodvar a moment. "Arawn's not going to be happy you aren't chopping wood." She says softly, not wanting to see Aimee punished for not working. "Oh...don't worry about it. We came to an arrangement." Lodvar assured as he split another hunk of wood in one swing before reaching down for the next block. "I do my job...&lt;chop!&gt;...And that sweet little kitty is all mine for the night!" He says with a grin.<br><br><br>Not two seconds later Arawn exits the tavern, and finds Aimee not at the chopping block. "What the hell you doing, you lazy cat!" He yells as he quickly approaches. Hearing Arawn's rather vocal outburst causes Lodvar to stop his duties a moment to approach the thief. He takes a moment to explain Aimee's deal before offering a coin purse with 50 gold in it as her share of the earnings. Arawn was a bit surprised by the amount. Sure, 50 gold was hardly enough for anything besides a room and some food, but it was much more than he expected. "Sounds good to me....tell you what, you keep chopping, and we'll go rent the room for the night." Arawn says, and leaves Lodvar grinning from ear to ear as he drags Rin and Aimee back to the tavern.<br><br><br>"We're not seriously going to..." Rin begins her usual protests. "No...we're not. I don't want to be here when soldiers from Solitude show up looking for this ring." Arawn points out. He guessed that would happen about sun down. "So what, we sneak out the back and cross the bridge when he isn't looking?" Rin asks, seeing about a million things wrong with that plan. "Yes, that's exactly what we are going to do." Arawn responds. Rin tried to offer a better plan, but soon found she had none, so could do little more than go along with it.<br><br><br>Sneaking out the back of the tavern was the easy part. A few gold to silence the tavern keeper and they were on their way. Then Arawn simply peeked around the corner of the tavern waiting for Lodvar to return a stack of freshly split fire wood to his boss' house before motioning them to move. They had made it halfway across the bridge before they heard the angry woodcutter shouting. Soon his angry yells of insults turned to accusations of theft, and the three travelers were forced to run into the wilderness to avoid the imperial guards who responded to the panicked cries of the wood cutter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 14:46:39</strong>
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				The imperials only made a half hearted attempt to chase down the fleeing trio, the far end of the bridge marking the end of the Haafinger region and thus the end of their responsibility. Seeing the group leave the road and head south west – towards forsworn territory – made them even less inclined to pursue inquiry into a mere theft accusation. <br><br>Aimee didn’t know this however and fuelled with panic managed to pump her stiff muscles fast enough to keep up with Rin and Arawn – heavy pack included. Being arrested was never fun and the last few times it’d happened she’d seemed to get the very raw end of the stick. Languishing for hours in the stocks or being forced to pleasure horny guards was not something she fancied doing again.<br><br>When they stopped running they found themselves on the low banks of a river – the same one that ran under the dragon’s bridge. Aimee shrugged her pack off her shoulders and let it thump heavily to the ground before staggering to the edge of the icy river and sinking to her knees. She scooped up a few refreshing handfuls of the clear, pristine water and gulped it down greedily; wincing as the chilly water hurt her teeth.<br><br>Sufficiently sated she flopped onto her back on the cool earth, panting to get her breath back.<br>“That’s one way to wake up…” She muttered.<br>The delightful breakfast that Rin had given her seemed to have hardly hit her belly before they were being chased by soldiers. “You certainly have a flair for dramatics…” She joked to Arawn; his spur of the moment plans always seemed to attract more attention than they avoided and undoubtedly ended up with Aimee running from someone.<br><br><br>According to Arawn’s map they could follow the river round to the south and find another bridge at what looked from the map like an old fort named Redoubt. It was less distance than the winding route the road took although certainly more dangerous; off the beaten track as they were.<br><br><br><br>After an afternoon’s march along the banks of the river, as the sunlight dwindled they could make out the bridge in the distance, they’d covered a lot of ground and by rejoining the road in the morning could make it to Markarth by the afternoon. During the journey they’d had a few encounters with aggressive wildlife – unused to seeing people invading their territory so wilfully – and had managed to harvest some pelts, teeth and other such items that could help towards getting them out of their poverty streak.<br><br>They’d been questioned thoroughly by rebel soldiers at the Reach Stormcloak Camp but were ultimately allowed passage – Aimee at least had little knowledge of the war or what either side wanted. The trio were deemed harmless travellers and were sent on their way with the rebels blessing after the story of their flight from Imperial Soldiers had earned a good laugh from the commander. The reasons for the chase weren’t relayed completely accurately though; the rebels probably wouldn’t appreciate foreigners taking advantage of the good people of Skyrim.<br><br><br>When the halt was finally called and a spot in the lee of the towering mountains was picked for camp Aimee breathed a long sigh of relief and set about building her and Arawn’s tent. Her last job for the day – or last but one perhaps, depending on Arawn’s appetite – and then she could get a decent nights sleep. She was overjoyed to hear that she’d be Rin’s property for a couple of days after they reached Markarth. A bit of a break at last! She couldn’t stop smiling – she thought perhaps she was being a bit obvious about how delighted she was to get a break from Arawn but just couldn’t contain herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 06:33:09</strong>
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				Arawn looked toward Aimee with a displeased scowl as she jokingly teased him. "You know, we wouldn't be in this mess if you would have just chopped the damned wood." He said with a grumble. Rin had to bite her tongue. She so badly wanted to point out that they would have been able to stay and let Aimee fulfill her bargain had it not been because of that stupid ring he made her steal. But she didn't, for fear of giving him a reason to go back on the deal they had made in the tavern.<br><br><br>Rin quite looked forward to spending some time alone with Aimee. They might even go check out that temple of Dibella together. Its always nice to have one's beauty appreciated rather than exploited. <br><br><br>Arawn pulled out the map and studied it for a bit before deciding it would be best to just follow the river until they found another crossing. It looked like they might even save some time thanks to a shorter route. Of course, shorter wasn't always quicker. With thick under growth and uneven footing the whole way, they had to be more careful lest they slip and fall into that icy river. <br><br><br>There were a few moments of excitement as wolves and an occasional bear attacked them, trying to protect their territory no doubt. Thanks to the iron dagger Aimee had stolen from the sailor, Arawn was able to pretty effectively dispatch the wolves. The bears on the other hand were left to Rin and her magics. A fireball here, a lightning bolt there, and the bears were done for. Of course, they likely wouldn't get nearly as much for the singed pelts, but it was better than nothing.<br><br><br>When they finally stumbled upon the storm cloaks, Rin and Arawn were forthcoming about who they were and where they were going. They explained that they were travelers from a distant land they had little hope of ever returning to. They hoped to travel all of Skyrim, and see what it has to offer before deciding weather or not to make it their new home. The rebels seemed to enjoy the tale, and Aimee alone was proof enough that they were not from the empire. <br><br><br>Rin spent a bit more time talking to the storm cloaks than Arawn did. She was rather interested to know exactly what the fighting was about. It seems that the rebel leader, Ulfric Stormcloak killed the high king of Skyrim in a fair duel because he believed the king to be weak and corrupt, selling his loyalty to the empire for coin and disgracing his proud Nord heritage. She also learned that their destination, Markarth, was the place where the war actually began. <br><br><br>The native people of the reach resisted Nord and Imperial rule, even managing to capture the city. The Jarl of Markarth sought the help of the Ulfric and his men, and in return promising that they could freely worship Talos, who's worship was directly outlawed by the Empire in response to something called the 'white-gold concordant' some peace treaty with the elves who did not accept the man god Talos as a true divine.<br><br><br>Ulfric's men managed to reclaim the city and force the natives, who began calling themselves the 'Forsworn' back into the hills. All was well until the elves of the Thalmor showed up and demanded that the Jarl of Markarth persecute Talos worshipers. Once Ulfric learned his people were being arrested, and turned over to the Thalmor he was furious and vowed to end Thalmor influence in Skyrim by forcing their Imperial lap dogs from its shores. Ever since then the land has been divided in a bitter and bloody civil war.<br><br><br>After learning all she could, and giving Aimee plenty of time to rest while she spoke with the rebels, Rin rejoined Arawn and Aimee and they set off again. The rest of the day's travels were uneventful. Arawn and Rin weren't even bickering as they usually do. Finally it came time to make camp. Rin gathered wood for the fire and made sure it was burning hot before she began to construct her own tent and then begin cooking a meager meal of wolf meat. <br><br><br>After eating dinner they all retired to their tents, Arawn and Aimee sharing his of course. Once inside his tent, Arawn offered Aimee a slight smile, his hand reaching out and groping her flesh, his hands reaching around to knead her luscious backside. "I've been waiting to get you alone for a while." He whispers in her ear. Seems she isn't quite done working just yet. <br><br><br>His hands grew more eager as his cock grew hard, rising up to tent the front of his pants. He grinned widely as he rolled Aimee onto all fours and pulled down her leggings. He gave the bare cheek of her ass a firm slap, enjoying the feel of her butt against his palm. His fingers left her soft backside to work his trousers, freeing his now erect dick. He teased her a bit, rubbing his tip against her folds before pushing inside. A soft moan escapes his lips at the familiar warm thightness of her passage squeezing around his large shaft.<br><br><br>He grips Aimee's hips tightly and pulls her back to meet his thrusts as he begins to move. He hardly had enough time to enjoy himself though. The night air was suddenly filled with frantic yells and the sounds of many feet trampling through the forest toward their camp. "For the FORSWORN!" He heard someone yell just before a stone tipped arrow pierced through the side of his tent. "FUCK!" Arawn shouted in surprise as he quickly pulled out of his slave and hurried to fix his pants and ready his weapon. <br><br><br>By the time he managed to exit his tent, he saw that Rin's was already burning, but the red headed mage wasn't inside. She was doing her best to fight off the surprise attackers who seemed to come from no where. Arawn ducked just as a man wearing little more than a wolf skin loin cloth swung a primitive sword at his head and countered by burying his iron dagger in the man's stomach.<br><br><br>Rin targeted the archers, answering their arrows with fire balls before she was caught off guard by a freezing gust of air being summoned by an enemy magic user. She found it harder to move as magical ice began to form around her body. She could only watch as one of the forsworn rushed forward, ready to plant his sword in her face. As he reared back, Arawn's iron dagger embedded itself into his eye, killing him instantly. A moment later Arawn had tackled the magic user, ending his freezing spell and giving Rin enough time to recover. <br><br><br>The fighting was fierce, but soon it was over just as quickly and suddenly as it had began. The forsworn seemed to not know the meaning of the word retreat, and fought to the last man...or woman in this case. "What the hell was that about?" Arawn asked, panting heavily as he looked over the dead bodies of their attackers. Ten in all. "I don't know...guess they don't like us being here." Rin responded.<br><br><br>After that it was decided they would move camp, and go without a fire tonight. Tomorrow they would press on to Markarth early and not stop until they got there. Didn't want to set themselves up for another ambush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 00:33:32</strong>
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				While the battle ensued Aimee hid herself amongst the rocky scree at the foot of the cliff and peered out cautiously. She wished she could help in some way but keenly remember the ferocious spanking Arawn had given her for getting in the way during a previous battle – back in Vanadiel – it felt like a lifetime ago. Her stiff legged walk to Jeuno with her crimson ass burning with every step was a bit fresher in her mind however, so she stayed well out of it this time.<br><br>As she watched Arawn gracefully dance his battlefield waltz, ducking and whirling, cutting and stabbing she felt a rush of pride at belonging to him. He flitted effortlessly from opponent to opponent, seemingly unfazed even when his sister’s life was in apparent danger – his arm merely continued its swing and released the dagger at its apex, sending the sharp iron to hit its mark with artistic precision. It was as if the whole fight were just some choreographed routine the performers had played out countless times already. Aimee was awestruck by his skill. <br><br>Rin too – she was ferocious, but in complete control of herself, hurling just the right amount of destruction and pain to dispatch each foe with minimal fuss. Aimee certainly knew why they were the masters and she the slave. <br><br>When the short, intensive battle was over and their camp was littered with singed and bloody corpses Aimee just wanted to rip her clothes off and submit to her master; she wanted him to take pleasure from her like he never had before. Her eyes glistened with pride and longing and she greedily drank in the masculine curves of his athletic physique. She knew they had to move though and so tore her eyes away from her sexy master and busied herself with as much of the work as she could. While the siblings were cautiously scanning the surroundings trying to decide on the best route Aimee flitted among the corpses, checking pouches and pockets for anything of value. She scraped together fifty or so gold coins which she kept with her things, planning to give them to Arawn later.<br><br><br>When they rebuilt their camp further downstream Aimee was sad to discover there would be no sex that night – it would be too noisy. She was positively melting with desire; she’d wanted Arawn’s cock for days and had felt it inside her for but a brief while before the attack. Now she was even hotter for him and was unable to taste his firm love – it was torture! <br>Arawn might’ve forgotten but Aimee was still inflicted with the curse she’d picked up in a previous world. She couldn’t experience an orgasm unless it was at the hands of one of the two siblings. She couldn’t even get herself off!<br><br>The power of the curse had at least receded, somewhat – she was no longer driven into nymph like lust if she was touched by another – but the curse was still there - and she really needed some relief! <br>The thought of spending a few days with Rin calmed her down though; she would certainly be feeling the blessing of an orgasm from Rin’s exquisite tongue before the morrow was out.<br><br>Aimee sighed happily as she snuggled against the soft under sheet of the tent, shutting out the noise the wind made as it rustled through the hole in the tent and flapped the torn fabric. She fell asleep grinning, squeezing her thighs together as she imagined all the naughtiness her and Rin would get up to.<br><br><br>The following day they made it to Markarth by early afternoon, after a cautious trek through the intervening wilds. Aimee had no concerns about the enemy however – she was absolutely certain that Arawn and Rin would be able to fend off even the most powerful of foes.<br><br><br>Markarth was a daunting city; after passing through the imposing gates Aimee gazed up the steep incline upon which the city was constructed. Anxiety knotted her belly and she stayed close to Arawn and Rin. <br><br>They were clearly in the poorer part of town; down here filthy traders peddled their wares out of beaten up carts and makeshift stalls whilst further up the declivitous slope the buildings got grander.<br>The stonework on all the shops and dwellings was ominous however; stark edges that were probably once smooth, bright and vivid were now all dirty, soot stained grey and crumbling. The streets were filthy and a noisy stream tore right down the middle of the road; acting as a giant gutter that deposited rubbish from the opulent dwellings at the top into the large pool at the bottom. Street urchins picked through the discarded waste that collected at the edges of the pool whilst guards and citizens decked out in finery ignored them. From the bottom looking up, Markarth felt like a dark place indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 23:48:01</strong>
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				<br>During the hike to Markarth, Arawn was insufferable. Complaining about last night's interruption. Several times he had wanted to stop to simply enjoy his slave's mouth one last time before having to give her up to his sibling. When ever he did, Rin would press the dangers of the surrounding woods. They were viewed as intruders by the native people. People who knew the mountains and forests inside and out. As was they case last night, they could be anywhere, attack at any time, and certainly didn't fear death.<br><br><br>Arawn knew she was right, and so continued on, grumbling about the ache in his blue balls. Rin just snickered and grinned as she lead the way forward through the trees toward Markarth, and her time with Aimee. Though aware of their surroundings, Rin's mind was constantly running through idle fantasies of the fun they would have. <br><br><br>She pictured Markarth being elegant and beautiful. Like Solitude had been. The reality she found almost shocked her. Filthy streets lined with filthier people. Street urchins and beggars trying to get what they could from the castoffs of those above them. The temple of Dibella, goddess of beauty, was here!? In this city!? It didn't seem possible. <br><br><br>As intimidating as the city seemed, cut directly into the mountain stone, it was at least safe. Or so she hoped. No sooner than thinking that a familiar cry was heard over the typical market rabble. "FOR THE FORSWORN!" a man had cried out before plunging a hidden dagger into an innocent woman's back. Arawn and Rin turned just in time to see the attacker take an arrow to the knee, and then another to the throat. <br><br><br>"Move along, we have everything under control." Two guards shouted as they approached the two dead bodies, bows still in hand. Arawn, and his natural distrust of authority, quickly urged Rin and Aimee to the Silver-blood inn, fearing that being outsiders who just arrived might somehow implicate them in the murder.<br><br><br>As they made their way through the gathering crowed, voices of concern were raised all around them. "Did he say forsworn? Are they in the city!?" Concerned citizens asked. The guards seemed to have some difficulty calming them, their half hearted reassurances meaning little to the fearful group.<br><br><br>The market was still buzzing with activity as they found the inn and made their way inside. Inside, workers with dirty, singed clothing spent what little coin they had on the ale and mead. Few people spoke, and even the local bard's attempts at song failed to lighten the heavy mood. "What's going on out there?" One of the workers asked, hearing only muffled excitement through the heavy metal doors. "Someone was murdered in the market." Rin informs with a sullen expression. <br><br><br>The inquisitive worker just turned back to his drink. "Oh...another one...." He says quietly as he falls into deep though. Arawn just wanted to get a room, and sleep. But Rin kept giving him that, 'we have to help these people' look. It was a sad sight, true. But it wasn't their problem, was it?<br><br><br>Arawn just shook his head before approaching the bar tender to ask about renting the rooms, and a bit of local events. Rin gently took Aimee's hand, squeezing it affectionately before leading her to one of the tables along the wall to wait for Arawn to finish with the inn keeper.<br><br><br>A few minutes later Arawn joins them at the small table and hands over Rin's room key. They spent a moment talking, discussing what exactly they would be doing in the city. It was ultimately decided that while Rin took care of Aimee, Arawn was going to poke around a bit and see if he could find some work. He already knew Rin wasn't about to put Aimee to work for them.<br><br><br>Rin agreed, they did need some money, and it was probably better that Arawn do something for the group rather than get them in trouble for once. She grinned widely as she stood up. "We'll try not to be too loud tonight...wouldn't want to keep you up, would we?" She says teasingly before leading the Mithra upstairs and locating her room.<br><br><br>Rin unlocks and opens the door, allowing Aimee to enter the room first. Once inside she closed and locked the door with a gentle click. "Hope you don't mind playing with me for a few days." She says playfully, her voice a seductive purr as she lowers her heavy pack to the ground. "We spend so little time together...so I grabbed something to make it special." She adds, bending over to open her bag and search through it. After a moment of rummaging she stands up again holding a bottle of unopened red wine.<br><br><br>Rin smiles widely as she crawls in the bed, then frowns a bit. A thin mattress on top of a stone slab built into the floor isn't exactly comfortable. Still, a little thing like a stiff bed wasn't going to stop her from enjoying her brother's sexy and alluring slave. "Why don't you join me, and have some?" She asks, bringing the bottle up to her mouth and making a bit of a show of biting into the cork with her front teeth before pulling it out of the bottle and spitting it onto the floor beside the bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 19:15:16</strong>
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				Sitting with Rin at the downstairs table, Aimee was relieved when Arawn’s return from the bar didn’t come with the customary smug grin that indicated he’d done a ‘deal’ to get free rooms, a meal or in some way earn a handful of gold at Aimee’s expense.<br><br>Despite his liberal use of her, she did feel a little bad following the red mage upstairs to frolic while Arawn prepared to hoof it round the city looking for work. It felt a little wrong; she was his property after all.<br><br>Once the door was firmly closed and the sombre mood seeping up from the downstairs bar was cut off Aimee started to relax. Lamp light cast a warm glow across the sparsely furnished room; turning bare corners into dancing shadow and the old, chipped varnish of the wooden floorboards into a homely bed of diffusive browns and dark reds.<br><br>Aimee smiled when Rin asked her if she minded. <br>“I don’t mind at all.” It was an understatement - she’d certainly earned a break after the last couple of days.<br><br>Aimee watched the sultry mage creep up onto the bed and open the wine bottle. The slightly phallic image of Rin inserting something into her mouth was amusing and Aimee went over to join her, her mood light and playful. She slid onto the bed and sighed gratefully as the soft surface bore her weight and eased the ache in her legs – slab of stone or not it beat lying on the floor.<br>Reclining along one side of the mattress she propped her head up with her hand and reached for the offered bottle. <br>“Don’t mind if I do…” She said, returning the mage’s earlier show with one of her own as she ran her tongue sensuously around the cool glass rim, lapping up the mingled drops of wine and saliva that Rin had left there.<br><br>Aimee took a deep swig from the bottle and swallowed, the warming alcohol lighting a gentle blaze in her belly that made her giggle – she wasn’t much of a drinker. <br>As she took another deep swallow she found the wine bottle reminding her of something; something long and hard that jubilantly splashed rich tasting liquid into her mouth – heavens, she so wanted Arawn’s cock!<br>It was a bittersweet desire though; she only ever climaxed with Arawn if it was incidental to his needs and just happened by ‘accident’ along the way to one of his lively, white explosions. Plus if she was with him it would mean sleeping on the floor and no doubt working half the night as part of some dubious enterprise.<br><br>Rin was a very hot lady too, and a kind, considerate lover. Aimee felt rather privileged, spoilt even, at having the affections of a girl so many men lusted after but whose heart none would ever win. <br><br>Aimee passed the bottle back, staring deep into Rin’s twinkling green eyes. Aimee wore a smouldering look, she didn’t need the wine to loosen up but it didn’t hinder her in any way. Her body was shaking with undisguised lust – not for Rin particularly, just for release – but Rin would certainly do. She shuddered a bit as the heat between her legs spilled out, drenching the front of her knickers and she giggled as the warm fluid prickled her skin. It ruined the seductive countenance she’d been bewitching the mage with but Aimee didn’t mind, there was no need for seduction here.<br><br>“So…” The feline whispered. <br>A new bard had started playing downstairs; trying to liven up the bar as the sun set outside and his jaunty bass notes hummed through the floorboards. “…what do you want to do?” <br>Aimee’s body vibrated along with the solid notes from below, her heartbeat quickened and goose pimples rose all over her body as she anticipated the mage’s touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 04:18:21</strong>
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				Rin grins at the question of what she wanted to do. She gave Aimee a playful look that said what she didn't, which was the obvious answer of 'you'. Rin tilted her head up as she drank one last drought of the wine before placing it on the night stand next to the bed, leaning over Aimee, pressing their breasts together in the process.<br><br><br>"That depends." She says, barely moving he upper half as she lifts a leg and rolls her hips to end up on all fours above the mithra, her weight resting on her elbows and knees, keeping her body pressed close. "What would make you happy?" She whispered seductively into a feline ear, before moving to gaze intently into Aimee's beautiful eyes, their lips almost touching. Rin draws forward another inch, as if going for a kiss before pushing off the bed with her arms and sitting up.<br><br><br>Rin straddled Aimee's hips as she looked down at the slave's luscious figure, her soft feminine curves and the swell of her bosom cause the mage to bite her lip as she anticipated what was to come. "I think I might know what this poor little kitty needs." She says, her hands moving down her own sleek and sexy body, over her breasts and down her belly, between her legs before coming to rest on Aimee's abs. Her hands rub upward following the curve of Aimee's side as she shifts her weight a bit, leaning forward once again. <br><br><br>Again they are close, Rin's own heartbeat can be felt in her breast as it presses to Aimee's. The warmth and softness of Rin's lips press to against the mithra's in a tender, affectionate kiss that seems to linger a while. Eventually the red headed mage pulls away, a sincere and happy smile on her face. "Just lay back and enjoy." She practically purrs before lifting her self a bit and starting to crawl backwards. <br><br><br>Sitting on her knees at the foot of the bed, Rin takes one of Aimee's feet into her lap, pulling her shoe off and tossing it aside. Then then other foot is made bare in much the same fashion. Then, probably to her surprise, Aimee felt not eager and passionate hands pulling at her leggings, but instead a gentle but purposeful massage of her feet. Rin's soft hands squeezed and rubbed Aimee's tired and over worked extremities with skillful hands. How many hours has she been on her feet over the past few days? The long nights dancing in the tavern, the longer days marching through the wilderness.<br><br><br>Unlike Arawn and his almost single minded lust for Aimee's breasts and wonderful ass, Rin payed homage to even her most ordinary assets. For every part of her was beautiful. Rin's gentle touch did more than sooth Aimee's aching feet. Soon the effects of the whispered words of soothing could be felt as well. A warm and pleasant tingle flowed into her aching arches as Rin's hands began to glow with the power of her sustained healing spell.<br><br><br>And her feet was only the beginning. once done with one foot, Rin continued, massaging up the front of one leg, then down the other before working her magic on the other. Once finished with the second foot, Rin again kneaded and massaged her way up the leg until she reached Aimee's wide hips. The gentle mage smiled playfully as her fingers hooked under the fabric of her leggings and pulled them down slowly and sensually. Rin kissed the newly exposed flesh of Aimee's hip and upper thigh. She grinned mischievously as she noticed the wetness, but said nothing as her hands brushed against Aimee's soft skin again as she continued her sensual full body massage.<br><br><br>Rin had Aimee roll onto her stomach so she could work her magic on her calves, gluts, and most importantly, her backside. No part of Aimee saw as much abuse as her rump. Slapping, whipping, spanking, groping, pawing, paddling, pinching....her poor rump was subjugated to such from nearly everyone she passed on the street. But rarely is it touched with such tenderness. The warmth of Rin's healing spell was so different than the sharp sting of a slap or pinch. Rin's fingers dug into the soft flesh, truly appreciating the feel of it, soft but firm.<br><br><br>"Mmmm....I wish I had an ass like yours." Rin says quite honestly as her hands continue to knead and massage Aimee's luscious cheeks, and obviously enjoying it. As Rin's hands moved away from Aimee's bum, she surprised the mithra with an unexpected, and surprisingly hard slap, right on the right cheek. Rin giggled as her hand squeezed Aimee's rump playfully. "Sorry...couldn't resist." She says with a giggle, leaning in to actually kiss the center of the red hand print she had left.<br><br><br>Rin's sensual massage continues as she moves her way up Aimee's back, undoing the back of her top so it could be easily removed when she rolled back over. Rin payed the same loving care to the front of Aimee's body as she had her backside, affectionately kneading and massing her chest while filling it with that magical warmth, now infusing almost every inch of Aimee's body. Once finished she leaned in, swirling her tongue around one of Aimee's stiff nipples before suckling it between her lips. She did the same for the other before moving up to plant another loving kiss on Aimee's lips.<br><br><br>"Sometimes I wish I had a dick, just so I could give you the deep, hard fucking I know you want." She says, genuinely disappointed at not being able to fulfill all of Aimee's wilder desires. "Hope you can make due with these." She says, pulling her right hand from the front of her shorts where her fingers were rubbing her own clit during the long and tender kiss, and revealing her own glistening wetness before moving down and between Aimee's thighs, finally rubbing and teasing over Aimee's soaking and eager slit.<br><br><br>Rin's thumb rubs over Aimee's clitoris as her index and middle finger push their way deeper into the cat's hungry folds. Rin kisses Aimee's lips once more before starting to whisper her incantations again, sending a surge of warmth and arousal through Aimee's body as Rin's fingers rub and explore her inner folds, trying to massage her magic into this part of the slave as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 17:18:10</strong>
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				<em>"Mmmm....I wish I had an ass like yours."</em> Rin says as her fingers dent the perfectly rounded surface of Aimee’s rear.<br>“No, you really don’t…” Aimee murmured, half drunk from the tender and sensuous massage Rin was giving her. <br><br>When Rin landed her sharp slap on Aimee’s bare behind the slave’s half closed eyes shot open and she let out a surprise yelp. <br>She smiled though and laughed softly “You’d have to put up with a lot of <em>that</em> if your arse looked like this…” <br><br>Aimee imagined that her being a slave was the main cause of her ass spending the majority of its time bright red and tender; a plump beacon for the wandering hands of men across worlds to land their sweaty palms and grin at the erotic thwack it made. <br>Rin was free, and acted free too – despite most people not knowing Aimee was a slave, something about her demeanour must give out the signal that it’s ok to help yourself to a handful of her ass… or whatever else you wanted, whereas Rin could return any uninvited intrusion on her feminine curves with a zap of lightning and be on her way. The manner in which she carried herself suggested it as well – to all but the <em>most</em> ignorant at any rate.<br><br>Aimee was close to drifting off by the time Rin had finished working her muscles. She felt like she was floating in a soft fluffy cloud a million miles away from the daily struggle; the walls of the cloud closing in to tenderly squeeze every last knot and ache from her tired body.<br><br>Rin’s hand sliding under her panties brought the mithra back from her reverie with a sensuous gasp; her juices immediately started flowing again, spilling over the mage’s hand the moment her finger breached Aimee’s opening.<br>“Oh… oh my…” Aimee stammered, quite overcome. They’d both been here before but it’d been a while. <br>“Ohhhhh…” She moaned as Rin’s fingers expertly worked her inner treasures. “Yes… please… don’t stop…” Aimee cooed, in between deep sensuous gasps of pure pleasure.<br>Her eyes were closed and her body writhed under the mage’s direction, as if Aimee herself were an extension of one of the girl’s spells.<br><br>It took less than two minutes before Aimee came. Her thighs clamped together tightly, trapping Rin’s hand as the mithra bucked and shuddered, long erotic gasps peeled out of her mouth causing a brief break in the music downstairs while the confused bard tried to work out if his instrument was broken.<br>Aimee came, and came very hard. <br><br>When it was over she lay panting on sweat damped bedclothes, her skin was hot and moist and her fringe clung damply to her forehead. Between her legs the puddle was thicker; her sweet smelling juices soaking into the mattress leaving a damp puddle – much the same as what was left between her legs on the floor after Arawn had shot his load and ejected her from the bed.<br><br>“…wow…” Was all Aimee could manage at first.<br>She looked at Rin through glazed eyes, her pupils dilated from the intoxicating orgasm she’d just been given. “That was… great…” She murmured sleepily, a stupid grin plastered to her face. However, ‘great’ was hardly a worthy enough description of an orgasm as mind-blowing as she’d just experienced.<br><br>Aimee was exhausted now. The wine, the soothing spell and the calm delightful company – not to mention the attentive massage and expert attention she’d received afterward was overwhelming for the poor cat who was used to a ‘wham, bam, thank you now scram’; although without too much of the ‘thank you’.<br>Aimee knew Rin had needs too but she just couldn’t manage anything other than lying there.<br>“Rin… can we cuddle for a bit? I’m so very tired… I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”<br>Aimee held out her hand to the mage, encouraging her to lie back on the bed with her so that they could share each others warm skin and soft, smooth bodies.<br><br>Aimee giggled softly “I wonder what Arawn would do if I ever said that to him…” She didn’t hear Rin’s response though as she was fast asleep a moment later.<br><br>--<br><br>The following morning Aimee was awake first; instinctively she awoke early, so as to avoid experiencing Arawn’s heavy feet inadvertently crashing down on her tail when he got out of bed.<br>Rin was still asleep, her and Aimee fitting together perfectly in a gentle, caring embrace. Aimee felt refreshed, rejuvenated and the world seemed to brim with exciting possibilities. She watched Rin sleeping for a while, she was wearing a serious but soft, delicate expression as she breathed gently.<br>Aimee smirked suddenly; it would be fun to wake her up in the same way as she woke her master in the morning. Breakfast and a blowjob – maybe Rin would get off his case about it when she discovered how glorious it felt.<br><br>Gently extracting herself from the loving embrace of her master’s sister, Aimee slipped out of bed and pulled on some clothes before quietly leaving the room and visiting the tavern downstairs. <br>She ordered some food and had a brief chat while she waited with Hroki, the most breathtakingly beautiful barmaid she’d ever seen. Markarth was indeed a dark and oppressive place full of pain and suffering but it didn’t seem so bad to Aimee in her present state of mind. She learned that despite the cities hardships and the dictatorial regime there was to be a festival happening in a couple of days. Hroki told her that it was mainly a ploy by the ruling classes to keep the peasants from becoming so dissolute that they rose up – but regardless, it was a time of fun and laughter for many of Markarth’s citizens. <br>Aimee now had fond memories of carnival time – it was where Arawn had won her – despite the years previous to that when she was carted across Vanadiel, constantly taking part is some demeaning performance or another as part of a travelling attraction.<br><br>Aimee paid for the food with the money she was still holding from the ‘wood chopping incident’ and returned to Rin’s room bearing two plates loaded with fresh, sliced apple in a sweet, spiced syrup. <br>She laid the platters down carefully and peeked up over the duvet to check that Rin was still asleep. She seemed to be and so with a grin the mithra rounded to the foot of the bed and performed her trade mark move of slipping up under the warm covers and sliding her head up to Rin’s crotch.<br><br>The musky scent of Rin’s juices was strong in the warm confines between the mattress and the bed sheet and Aimee grew a little moist at the thought of waking up the mage with her tongue.<br>Ever so carefully she plucked up the edge of Rin’s knickers and pushed them to the side, exposing the beautiful crevasse that led to her feminine pinkness. <br>With the tip of her tongue, Aimee moistened the outer flesh before poking in her tongue, letting the warm appendage lubricate Rin’s entrance. Millimetre by millimetre she fed it into the girl, the sweet juices being awakened to soak into her tongue. The taste was sweet and exotic to Aimee – who was used to the salty tang of semen – a taste quite harsh in comparison. She wriggled her tongue in ever deeper, becoming more and more fervent as she licked around and around Rin’s inner reaches.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 22:29:44</strong>
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				<br>Rin continued her stimulation, even as Aimee's powerful orgasm washed over her. Wiggling her finger inside Aimee's passage and rubbing at the mithra's g spot, even as her legs clamped tightly around her wrist. As the slave's release finally subsided, Rin giggled softly. "Looks like you enjoyed that." She says playfully as she slowly slips her fingers free of Aimee's soaked womanhood. <br><br><br>Rin rolled backwards to sit on her knees as she brought her hand, currently drenched in Aimee's fluids, up to her lips to lick at the feminine nectar coating her fingers in much the same way a cat would lick its paws clean. Her attempts to be cute were cut a little short by Aimee's request to just cuddle. She pouts a bit in disappointment as she realizes that her own needs won't be met tonight.<br><br><br>The mage's pout is short lived though, as another gentle smile soon takes its place. She crawls forward again, moving into position above Aimee on all fours once more. "Of course we can cuddle." She says soothingly, leaning in to give Aimee's lips a soft and tender kiss before moving to lay on her side, her arms embracing the tired slave affectionately.<br><br><br>Rin drifts off to sleep shortly after Aimee, her own fatigue catching up to her now that the heat of the moment has died down.<br><br><br>----<br><br><br>Rin's peaceful dreams were disturbed by a rather pleasant sensation. A sort of erotic warmth radiating through her sleeping body as Aimee began her gentle teasing. Soft moans escaped the mage's lips as her sex began to moisten with her growing desire and her strange and lucid dreams began to grow hazy and distant as her body was teased toward wakefulness.<br><br><br>As Aimee's tongue moved ever more purposefully, Rin's body began to writhe as deeper, more pleasured moans forced their way from her throat. Her eyes flew open with a gasp as she feels something brush her stiff and sensitive clit. She looked down toward the foot of the bed, confused and curious. A pleased grin tugged the sides of her mouth as she saw a rather unexpected, but pleasant sight. <br><br><br>She saw Aimee's beautiful round ass perched high in the air. Rin followed the curve of the mithra's hips where her body disappeared beneath the bed sheets, though her form was still easily visible in the shifting mound of bed clothes. "Oh..." Rin gasps as her head falls back into her pillow in response to series of quick flicks from Aimee's skilled tongue.<br><br><br>Her hands slide beneath the sheets, caressing over her own body before moving to the back of Aimee's head, holding her in place and ensuring she didn't stop the wonderful stimulation. As her pleasures continue to grow, and her orgasm nears, Rin begins grinding her hips as she presses on the back of Aimee's head more forcefully.<br><br><br>In her moment of sexual bliss, Rin's legs wrap around Aimee's body tightly as her body spasms and her voice rises in an erotic cry of delight. Aimee was trapped between the mage's powerful thighs as the girl's juices flooded out from her quivering folds. <br><br><br>As her orgasm subsides, Rin's body relaxes allowing Aimee to finally pull away from her still dripping sex. Her fingers stroked through Aimee's hair softly as she sits up pulling the blankets away and guiding her brother's slave into a deep and affectionate kiss. Rin rather enjoyed tasting herself on her lover's lips. <br><br><br>The tender romance of the moment was cut tragically short by a loud pounding on the wall. "Don't make her do all the work now!" Arawn called through the wall. Rin's response was to throw her boot at the wall with a resounding thud. "You stay out of this!" She added before returning her attention to the beautiful creature that had just given her a most wonderful wake up call.<br><br><br>"I've never woken up to that before." She comments, her face still a deep blush. "Thank you." She says softly, kissing Aimee on the cheek before moving to get dressed and prepared to face the day. It was then she noticed the food on the tray and looked back at Aimee with a smile. "You even got me breakfast?" She asked, sounding rather surprised but was pleasantly so. Aimee knew Rin did not expect such from her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 01:21:03</strong>
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				After eating a leisurely breakfast the two set out to explore the Temple of Dibella. The company of two became a crowd of three however when Arawn decided to join them. The prospect of a temple where female acolytes worshipped each others bodies in every regard of the word intimate was too much of an experience to miss it seemed; that plus the gold statues the temple was known for of course.<br><br>It was quite a hike to reach the temple, up endless sets of stairs carved directly into the stony spire that towered out of the centre of Markarth. The view was spectacular however, the twin waterfalls of pure clean water that thundered down from the mount above, becoming more and more sullied and filthy as they raced down alongside Markarth’s streets to end up in the pool at the very bottom. You could almost trace the ruling classes diluting into middle, then lower class, then below by how dark and rubbish strewn the water was at the differing altitudes.<br><br>Aimee’s butt sashayed back and forth as she climbed the towering spiral of stairs, she tried to keep the smirk off her face as she pictured Arawn a few steps behind with his eyes firmly glued to her perky posterior, probably wishing he’d never agreed to give her up to Rin.<br><br>Upon entering the temple the trio were met by an acolyte named Senna. It was clear from the outset that this was no ordinary temple of worship; Senna’s confident stride and smouldering looks said that piety and humility certainly weren’t the basis of her practice. The religious garb she wore; a full length robe and hood that covered her body, still looked overtly sexual. The thin material clung and hugged her in the most provocative of places. It covered more than it hinted at, but the hints were so strong as to excite the imagination, and quicken the pulse. <br><br>“Some visitors to our humble shrine. Welcome.” She said in a sultry voice.<br><br>Aimee’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes locked with Senna’s. Deep brown eyes, large and wide, flickered between Aimee’s eyes and her torso, then her chest, then her hips. Senna regarded each of the three in much the same way; even Arawn, flicking unconscious glances down to his waist and crotch. It was a look Aimee had only ever seen on men, the way they checked you out without even realising they were doing it.<br><br>“Would you like a tour?” Senna purred, taking a step closer to Aimee and smiling coyly.<br>“P…please.” Aimee stuttered, her breath catching in her throat as Senna’s sweet, intoxicating perfume hit her sinuses.<br><br>Senna lead the way, her hips rocking from side to side playfully as she lead them around the main floor of the temple. She explained a little of Dibella but only hinted at the practice they did, flicking amused glances at Arawn whenever it came up. <br><br>An altar stood in the middle and a deep basin filled with cool, clear water adorned the top. Senna invited them to pray to Dibella and to take a drink. Aimee did so although not knowing what to pray about she merely asked for happiness for the three of them. <br>She drank deep of the pool, dipped her cupped hands and raised them to her mouth. The water was slightly sweet and extremely refreshing. She could feel it warming her insides as it went down and almost immediately felt a warmth elsewhere in her body. Her eyes glazed over and her lips spread into a grin as her loins heated. Whatever was in the water felt very pleasant indeed.<br><br>Senna then lead them to a tall door at the far end of the temple. <br>“Please, follow me.” She said as she pushed the door open. Halfway she turned with a smile and spoke to Arawn. “Ladies only I’m afraid.” She gave him a naughty wink and stepped through.<br>Aimee stifled a laugh as she looked at Arawn’s face and couldn’t resist introducing a particularly pronounced wiggle to her walk as she strode past him.<br>“Poor baby.” She purred, running her hand under his chin before stepping on, flicking her tail a little to draw his eye down to her arse. “Don’t wait up, we may be some time.” She added, letting the door swing shut behind her. She was certainly going to get it soon enough but she just couldn’t resist teasing him when he was unable to do anything back to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 15:56:52</strong>
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				Rin just offered her distraught brother a self satisfied grin when he was barred entry into the inner sanctum. Arawn said nothing himself, just stood there and watched as the three women made their way past the large metal doors that swung closed and locked behind them. "Damnit....that statue I need is in there too." Arawn muses to himself as he examines the door more closely. Its big, and heavy. While he could easily pick the lock, the simple act of opening it would make too much noise....he'd have to think of a better way to get in there.<br><br><br>Meanwhile, Rin and Aimee were lead into the sanctum. The air was thick with the fragrant aroma of incense and a subtler, headier scent that plucked at Rin's mind, bringing memories of her past lovers to the fore front of the mage's mind. In the center of the large, mostly open room was a large, ornate statue of Dibella, depicted as a beautiful and naked woman. Just about any man would agree that her body was perfect and flawless. Even Rin found herself wishing the statue was flesh and blood rather than stone and gold, if only so she could lose herself in its embrace.<br><br><br>One woman stood at the feet of the statue, on a small raised platform and was leading the prayers and chants that filled the room as they entered. Her attention was drawn to the new comers as they approached, her eyes flicking over them curiously, but seemed to linger on Aimee's exotic and sensual form. "Travelers come to receive the blessings of Dibella?" She asked, to which Senna just nodded. The high priestess smiled warmly and invitingly. "Good....come, join us in our prayers and open your hearts to beauty." She says, motioning toward the large gathering of priestesses.<br><br><br>Rin and Aimee stood with the group a while, joining in on the ritually spoken words, giving praise to Dibella and all the beauty she has cultivated in the world. After a while Senna turned toward them and bowed. "I will leave you here with my sisters...I must return to the foyer to greet any visitors to the temple." She explained, offering another bow and then one to the high priestess before taking her leave.<br><br><br>After another prayer the high priestess turned to face the statue of her god, and everyone in the room lifted their arms toward it. "And now my sisters....we must bare ourselves to our godess, let her gaze upon us as we are unfettered and unobstructed by the trappings of modesty we wear each day." She says as every priestess in the room moves as one, their outstretched hands moving to their chests, or rather the clasps holding their robes in place. "Expose yourself and offer your bodies to our mistress of beauty!" The high priestess decrees as she undoes the clasp of her robe, allowing it to fall from her shoulders into a crumpled heap at her feet. She was older than the rest of the priestesses, but her body was far from ugly. Wide hips, round and firm backside, and smooth beautiful skin greeted Rin and Aimee, as well as the statue before them.<br><br><br>All around them, the priestess were discarding their robes and opening themselves to the gaze of their goddess. Rin wasn't sure just how to react, looking around the room filled with young, naked women shamelessly displaying their supple bodies. There was something to suit almost any taste here. Large breasts, small breasts, and anything in between. Rin felt herself growing moist in anticipation of what was to come, that arousal mixing with the gentle warmth of the water they had drank from the fountain and strengthening her desire to be touched.<br><br><br>The high priestess turned around, seeing that the two travelers were still fully clothed, as she had expected. "Dibella can not off you her blessings if you continue to hide yourself from her gaze." The high priestess informs softly, drawing Rin out of her confusion. "Oh....sorry." The mage apologizes as she reaches toward the clasps of her own clothing only to be stopped by the soft, gentle hands of the priestesses around her. "Please, allow us." One of them had said, and Rin found it very hard to argue. Aimee was experiencing much the same thing, beautiful women pressing themselves close and whispering praise of her beauty into her ear as their hands softly stroked over her body, slowly and sensually removing her clothes.<br><br><br>"Dibella teaches that we search for, and embrace the beauty of the world." The high priestess says when Rin and Aimee have both been stripped down to their undergarments. Rin shudders as she feels an acolyte kiss her leg as soft, delicate fingers trace up her inner thigh. "She teaches that we appreciate beauty and open ourselves to its pleasure." The high priestess continues as Rin feels arms wrap around her, hands gently cupping her breasts. Her eyes half close as she does as the high priestess instructs, surrendering herself to the beauty and pleasures these young and obviously skilled women were offering her.<br><br><br>But as she did, she couldn't help but wonder what Arawn would think if he saw such a practice. The thought bringing a smile to her lips. Little did she know that Arawn was watching what was going on. The thief had snuck into the sanctum when Senna had left and was at this moment, slowly and cautiously making his way along the outer wall of the room, hiding behind decorative pillars and using the deep shadows to conceal his presence. Though, it was getting increasingly hard to concentrate with the throbbing erection pushing against his clothes tightly, almost painfully.<br><br><br>The high priestess continued speaking, but her words were lost on the mage as she felt soft fingers pressing against the damp spot that had formed in her panties, causing a deep and lustful moan to escape her lips. It was weird, but wonderful! Whatever aphrodesiacs were in that water they drink heightened her senses, making every touch, every caress that much more potent.<br><br><br>She offered no resistance as she was lead to a large pile of soft looking pillows and asked to lay down. Aimee was similarly escorted to a stack of soft pillows, across from Rin so they could watch each other receiving Dibella's gifts. Where last night Aimee had one sexy and skilled woman tending her needs, she now had half a dozen! Each offering her body praise and pleasure in their own way weather it be softly spoken words, a gentle caress or a teasing suckle.<br><br><br>After a long moment, Rin felt as though she was drunk with arousal. Her mind felt slowed, entranced. But she didn't care, often reaching out to feel the soft bodies of the women around her. "Are you ready to receive our goddess?" A priestess whispered in her ear. "Yes." Rin responded without hesitation or shame. A pleased and surprised gasp soon followed as she felt a hand slide beneath her panties, pressing against her oversensitive and deeply aroused pussy as two other priestesses helped to remove that final, restrictive garment.<br><br><br>Arawn had managed to cross the room unnoticed and pulled the small golden statue of Dibella from its pedestal. It was a beautiful statue, and he could definitely see why the old man had wanted it....which was a little disturbing. He had been asked to steal the statue for a homeless beggar who often tried to seek Dibella's blessings, but was always turned away by the priestesses. He had even called them cock teasing whores. He had hoped the statue would bring him....comfort at night. And indeed, it very well might. Weather it was the statue, the water, or just his currently raging boner, Arawn himself felt an urge to masturbate, and couldn't resist running a thumb across the perky golden nipples of the statue.<br><br>He quickly regained his senses though. He had his prize, now just to escape and receive payment. He didn't make it very far though, the highly erotic scene unfolding in the center of the room captured and held his attention. It seemed everyone, EVERYONE was engaged in a massive orgy. Everywhere he looked he saw beautiful woman suckling and kissing the skin of another beautiful woman, who had her fingers buried inside yet another. A quiet groan escapes his lips as his cock throbs wantingly in his pants, which seem to get even tighter around his bulging maleness. Even the high priestess had her legs spread wide, rubbing herself as she watched the orgy. Gods what he wouldn't give to join in.<br><br><br>He couldn't stand it any longer. He just had to get off. A quick jerk, a quiet cum, and then he could sneak out. It looked like they'd be at it a while anyway. He carefully set the statue down as he crouched behind a decorative pillar, rubbing his cock through his pants as he watched the erotic display. After a moment of teasing he slid his pants down enough to free his thick member and took matters into his own hands. He started stroking himself as he locked his eyes on Aimee, watching the mithra squirm under the attentions of several eager priestesses. They all seemed to want to get her off so badly, to hear her orgasmic cries of bliss....poor Aimee.<br><br><br>Arawn was well aware of her curse. How only those in his bloodline could bring her that release. Such knowledge only got him even hotter. Knowing his throbbing, powerful cock was the only one that could get his beautiful, sexy, slutty Aimee to cum stroked his ego in all the right ways. He really should thank Rin for casting it on her.<br><br><br>The hidden thief continued to vigorously stroke himself as he watched the women drive each other to orgasm after orgasm. Rin herself had lost herself in three already. Only he and Aimee had not. 'What the hell?' he thought to himself as he looked down at his own cock, which still throbbed and burned for release. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe Dibella was punishing him for trying to steal an artifact from her temple. Either way, it seemed he simply couldn't get himself off, even with the highly erotic display in front of him.<br><br><br>He groaned softly as he redoubled his efforts, only managing to tease himself to higher states of arousal. All he wanted was to feel the touch of a woman, to taste her lips and feel her warmth around his cock. All his self pleasing was managing to do was make that need for female companionship that much stronger! He groaned as he slumped over, finally giving up on the thought of spilling his seed. In his sudden motion he bumped the small golden statue he had planned to take, and had forgotten about in his heated need.<br><br><br>"Shit!" He audibly exclaimed as he reached to grab it before it fell over and possibly get damaged or reveal his position. Then he realized he had just done that himself. He looked toward the group of women, who now stared back at him angrily. "Thief!" One of them shouted, seeing the golden statue in his hands. Soon the rest was joining in, shouting and hurling insults at the man who dared invade their sanctuary. Arawn quickly scooped up the statue and ran for the door, dick bobbing and waving in the open air before he slipped out of the room with a few naked priestesses chasing after him. <br><br><br>Rin couldn't help but laugh at the sight. How often would she get to see an obviously horny Arawn running AWAY from several, sexy and nude women? And that laugh would come back to bite her. The high priestess was furious at the theft, and Rin's laugh had suggested she was a part of it. The mage, still half intoxicated from the pleasure she had been receiving had tried to explain. She tried to tell them her brother was acting on his own, and that she had no idea he was going to try such a bold and foolish theft. But they did not listen. Shortly there after both Rin and Aimee found themselves thrown out of the temple, their clothes bundled in their arms and left naked on the steps overlooking the city as the heavy metal doors closed and locked behind them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 00:33:24</strong>
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				Aimee shivered in the chill breeze that tickled her naked skin outside the temple. As she got dressed on the steps of the temple, like some whore who’d been caught ‘on the job’ and slung out of a tavern, she found she was actually quite relieved.<br>She still had no idea about the curse but knew the feeling all too well by now. Such a heightened state of arousal yet no release. She knew her body, and knew when she <em>should</em> be cumming, yet in certain situations it just, never seemed to happen. <br>Her body jerked a bit as she settled her panties into place, the contact with her inflamed parts causing a shivering flurry of pleasure to fire through her body. Despite her frustration, it did feel very nice…<br>She had a thought suddenly, whenever she was with Rin she got off without fail, usually in record time. The same was true of Arawn – that was, when she reached that point before he filled her with semen and shoved her out of bed anyway.<br>She smiled a little, recalling the sight of Arawn’s stiff penis bobbing about in the air as he tore for the exit. She’d cringed as he flung himself through one of the heavy doors, imagining it crashing shut on his exposed member… Despite him being far from a considerate lover – with her anyway – she did still love his dick inside her; if only for a few moments of fervent fucking before he blew his wad and kicked her to the floor. Hearing his gentle, peaceful snores as she shifted around on the uncomfortable boards, her legs sticky with his seed, kind of warmed her heart. She did owe him a lot, her life before Arawn was constant work and dreadfully wearing. Not that his schemes and misadventures didn’t tire her out…<br>Altana she was horny!<br><br>“Rin? I think I really need to go back to the inn… In the temple… I just couldn’t get off and I really, REALLY need to…”<br><br>They’d be disappointed to find that the inn was actually closed. Hroki was just locking the doors.<br>“Sorry, we’re supplying the ale for the festival and I need to help set up down there. We’ll be open again tonight so you’ll have access to your room of course. Until then… You can come and give me a hand? I’ll throw in a few coins for the trouble..?” The blonde nord inquired hopefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 19:27:09</strong>
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				Rin lets out a deep sigh of regret as the heavy metal doors close tight, leaving them both out in the cold chill of the mountain air. She laid her clothes on the stone railing that lined the stairs as she too began to get dressed, grumbling about her greedy brother. She dressed herself quickly, finding the biting chill to be most unpleasant against her bare skin. Her nipples felt like tiny stones as she slid her shirt into place, and were easily visible through the fabric.<br><br><br>When Aimee confesses her state of unfulfilled need, Rin gets a strange sort of look on her face, as if she felt guilty about something. It was odd seeing the kind hearted and moral mage acting guilty. It seemed very out of place, which would only make it all the more noticeable. It didn't last long though, that odd look of guilt quickly changing into a friendly, and sensual smile.<br><br><br>"Well then, I guess I'll just have to lay you down and lick that delicious pussy of yours myself then." She says sultrily, all hints of her previous guilt gone from her voice and actions. Though, it was still present inside. She had never intended Aimee's curse to be permanent. It was only supposed to last a few days. It was meant to be a prank, payback for when Aimee had left Rin wanting and aching with need. But now that it seemed to linger, and Rin didn't know how to undo it, she couldn't help but feel responsible.<br><br><br>The mage never has told the poor mithra the cause of her affliction, or even that she knew of it. She cared about her too much, and the thought of being hated for what she'd unintentionally done ate at her. The only thing she could do was to offer the sexy kitty the glorious release she craved whenever possible. Which was more than her pig headed brother ever did. He was always just interested in his own climax. If Aimee was left unfulfilled and horny, all the better as she'd just work harder to please him for hope of receiving his cock again. It was a reality that upset the mage far more than she let show.<br><br><br>On the way down the long and winding stairs, Rin couldn't help but slip an arm around Aimee's waist and let her hand fall to the girl's backside playfully. She grinned as her fingers gently squeezed the tight and supple flesh of the mithra's rump, feeling her muscles flex as they walked down the stairs together, grinning suggestively whenever Aimee would glance toward her. It seemed that Rin had more in common with her brother than she liked to admit.<br><br><br>Rin would only remove her hand if Aimee asked her too. She didn't care what the locals would think of such an obvious display of lesbian affection. The mage also knew how much Aimee enjoyed having her ass touched and praised. She used to be shy, almost ashamed of her own sexuality. But thanks to Aimee, and her brother's reaction when he found out what they had been doing together, she had learned to embrace it more openly, even flaunt it from time to time.<br><br><br>The men and women who saw them reacted in differing ways. Some muttered something to themselves and shook their head. Some looked surprised. But a majority of men seemed intrigued. Seeing two undeniably sexy women just walk down the street with such obvious familiarity with each other's bodies. And that they were coming from the temple of Dibella....it conjured images, images that were more right than anyone really knew.<br><br><br>Whenever someone would call out to them, trying to flirt or even take the spot between the two women Rin would just smile wider, and squeeze Aimee's ass a little tighter. She seemed to enjoy practically dangling Aimee in front of the town's men only to take her home and enjoy her all by herself. Sometimes even calling back, teasing them on how they 'wouldn't get a taste.' Somehow she guessed Aimee was enjoying the attention too.<br><br><br>It was a little disappointing that they did not pass Arawn. Rin would have loved the opportunity to deny him what he undoubtedly wanted...his own slave. For all his bluster, they had a deal. Aimee was Rin's...for now. And she was going to milk that for all it was worth. She never really got much chance though, Arawn probably went into hiding after the heist....either that or had found himself a loose woman to blow off some steam with. Rin couldn't really be sure. <br><br><br>When they arrived back at the Inn, Rin frowned seeing they were closed. She had herself worked up and eager to play with Aimee. But, being the good samaritan that she is, Rin gladly agreed to help set up the tables and things for the festival, and would likely wind up helping everyone else out with their efforts as well. Unlike Arawn, Rin didn't ask Aimee to do work she'd agreed to herself. <br><br><br>Rin basically just left the slave to her own devices in the middle of the busy square, where many strong men with big, powerful muscles worked, building stalls and hauling supplies and things. Some even worked shirtless as to be more comfortable, having long ago adapted to the cold of the land. But in all the commotion, Arawn, and his seemingly magical cock, was no where to be found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 21:36:44</strong>
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				Aimee was left with her heart steadily sinking as Rin followed Hroki, each receding clap of the mage’s boots on the damp cobbles made it drop a little further. Her loins were absolutely burning; it was hard to stand upright even. An alleyway would’ve done, hell, she’d have lead on her back in the middle of the square if that was the only available place.<br><br>Little twitches ran through the mithra’s body and her breath was catching in her throat, provoking minute squeaks from her dry throat. She had to sit down and gently stepped over to a low wall and eased herself onto it, wincing as the flesh of her thighs and behind came into contact with the brick.<br><br>After getting her breath back, Aimee found the little bursts of arousal more manageable and was starting to get her body back under control. Her <em>need</em> didn’t diminish but at least she didn’t look like a gibbering wreck.<br><em>’Just wear </em><strong>is</strong><em> Arawn when I need him?’</em> She pined to herself.<br>She scanned the market, looking for signs of the elusive thief. Of course, she’d never spot him, he was far too skilled at stealth for her untrained eye to detect.<br>The sight of the shirtless, burly men, busy at work in the marketplace; sweat slicked skin and muscles sculpted through hard labour, was getting a bit much for her so she decided to try and walk a bit of her perverted fascinations off.<br><br>Heading downhill, towards the main festival area she kept hoping that at any moment she’d feel the sharp sting of Arawn’s palm thwacking against her ass; his usual method of saying ‘hi’. In her current state, it probably wouldn’t take much more than that to get her off. <br><br>Her taught, toned, tusch was tingling with anticipation by the time she reached the rotten floor of Markarth. She was sweating, a thin sheen coating her soft brow which felt chill in the cold northern climes. <br><br>The area she was now stood in bore little resemblance to the filthy, rubbish strewn streets she’d seen the previous day. Colourful banners and the bright shine of freshly paned wood adorned a multitude of stalls arranged in haphazard rows spread across what was normally some kind of processing area for the mines.<br>The decaying underbelly of Markarth still shone through however, in the form of the dirty faces and ragged clothes of the beggars and orphans who dipped in and out of sight on the periphery of the scene. It reminded her a great deal of Windurst – except for the chilly winds of course.<br>What she’d give to feel the South Vanadielian sun on her skin again…<br><br>Suddenly she saw a sight that made her breath catch and her stomach to sink with dread. In between two smaller stalls was a wide attraction, the scaffold was built differently but the seats and targets were unmistakable. It was the same game as the ‘drowned cat’…<br>As if to clear up any doubt she might’ve had over the games intent she heard a mighty clunk and saw the empty seat swing downwards, followed by a chuckle as the workmen testing the device imagined a helpless participant plunging into the huge tub of water beneath.<br><br>Arawn had ‘rescued’ her (for want of a better word) from the Drowned Cat back in Vanadiel. Cheating the cheat at his own game and turning the ‘unwinnable’ prize (Aimee) into his possession, costing him not a single gil in the process, an achievement he was quite proud of, despite Rin being short a few thousand.<br>Aimee had been delighted of course and despite the novelty of owning a hot piece of ass like her not seeming to have worn of yet (in fact, if anything, he’d gotten more insufferable about it) she was <em>still</em> happy. Although he could be a jerk sometimes (well, most of the time), he was <em>her</em> jerk and she’d fight tooth and nail to protect him – if there was any need to of course, he was quite capable of handling himself.<br><br>Aimee turned away sharply when the workmen put out a sign reading ‘girls required’ in front of the dunking booth and headed back up the hill, praying that Arawn wouldn’t see it while they still had slots to fill.<br><br>It was an odd feeling being left to her own devices, without a specific job to do. Being without an order to carry out; be it going to the market, transporting some stolen bit of merchandise or having to sit on her knees and swallow an eager cock felt strange to Aimee, it was almost scary. A big open city, hers to roam as she saw fit… it was almost as if she were free.<br>The experience was uncomfortable for the cat slave, so instead of browsing all the delights, that Markarth had to offer she simply went back to the inn and sat on the cold steps, waiting for either Arawn or Rin to show up and tell her what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 08:43:06</strong>
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				It was roughly an hour and a half before the innkeeper returned, when he did he seemed a bit surprised to find the sexy mithra outside his establishment. "Oh...figured you'd be out flirting with one of the workers or something." He comments, his eyes moving over her curvaceous form, clearly considering the best ways such a body could be used, though seemed perfectly happy with his thoughts alone.<br><br><br>"Your friend decided to help set up the stage for the 'water nymph' game...she'll probably be busy with that for a while." He informed, sliding his key into the door and unlocking it letting them both enter the inn. He offered her an extra key to the room she and Rin were staying in under the condition she return it by supper so she could go lay down or change clothes or whatever she was waiting outside the inn so long for.<br><br><br>When upstairs Aimee would hear a sound from Arawn's room next to her own. Arawn had returned to the inn to hide out after his heist, but instead of carrying the obviously stolen statue in through the front door where everyone could see him he went in through a window and sneakily made his way to his room.<br><br><br>While staring at the statue, trying to figure out just what to do with it, that unrelenting need welled up inside him again. His mind only able to focus on thoughts of sex and lust. Particularly thoughts of Aimee. He remembered when he first saw her, gracefully moving into position onto the seat of 'the drowned cat'. The way the tight fabric of her short skirt hugged her thighs, the way her large breasts stretched the tiny top she had worn. <br><br><br>His hand was stroking his shaft again as he remembered seeing her first dunking. Watching her wet and glistening ass as she climbed back up into place. The way her stiff pink nipples shown through the wet fabric.<br><br><br>He groaned as his stroking became more purposeful, but to no avail. He felt as though some unseen force were standing behind him, gripping his male sex tightly and keeping it from cumming, no matter how hard he tried.<br><br><br>His eyes shot open as he heard a knock at his door. He quickly realized what he had been doing and stuffed his still throbbing cock into his pants and quickly grabbed the statue from the bed side table, stuffing it under the bed to hide it from view just in case it was the city guards, or worse, his sister.<br><br><br>He took a moment to compose himself before opening the door a little and peeking out, trying to hide the massive bulge of his crotch behind the door. When he saw it was Aimee, and that she was alone, a grin pulled at his lips. Just who he was hoping for. "Well well...did my horny little slave get bored with those women?" He asks confidently as he opens the door wider, letting his own throbbing arousal be known.<br><br><br>His eyes move over his scantily clad slave, taking in every curve hungrily as his cock strained in his pants, eager for the touch of the mithra.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 01:36:33</strong>
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				Aimee’s breathe catches in her throat when her master’s face appears from behind the door. His face is ever so slightly flushed and together with the devious twinkle in his eye there is more than a suggestion that he is ravenous for gratification. The door is pulled wider and she steps through, her eyes immediately catch on the turgid bulge in his pants, although the dense, unseen mist of sexual tension that fills the air between them was all the confirmation she needed.<br><br>Aimee’s loins melt and she suddenly comes over faint, her hands are shaky and so is her voice when she responds to his teasing question.<br>“I wasn’t bored…” She begins honestly. “It’s just… unless it’s you or Rin, I just can’t get any… satisfaction from err... doing it.” <br>Her own cheeks are colouring now, the soft honey coloured skin taking on a slight hint of pink as her strong, fit master stands with such threatening sexiness in front of her. She needs to sit down, and shakily pads across to the bed and sits on the edge.<br><br>“Like when I was with that guy… the sailor with the ring. He would do anything I said but I just couldn’t reach, you know, any release... It’s so weird…”<br><br>It would be fair to say that more often than not she doesn’t reach any ‘release’ with Arawn either, in fact she could probably count on the fingers of one hand the times she did. Regardless, when she’s engaged in acts with him it just feels… different… <br><br>“When I’m with you and Rin I just feel…” She went on, before remembering who she was with. Arawn clearly just wanted to fuck his cat-slave, he wouldn’t want to hear it prattling on about how it <em>felt</em>! Aimee had obviously been spending too much time with Rin. Looking up at her master she wore a guilty smile, guilty for forgetting her place and she saw about remedying that by slipping off the bed and onto her knees before him.<br>“…Anyway, where are my manners!” She joked, bundled knots of a sugary tinged anxiety fought in her tummy as she reached for his waistband to unleash the monster within, currently suffocating as it strained ever harder against his pants, a rock hard beast that was going straight in her mouth…<br><br>Meanwhile, down at the Water Nymph attraction the burly Brutus was talking Rin through the finer points of the game he was clearly so proud of.<br>“…so the girl who gets dunked the most wins a purse containing whatever was spent on the balls that found their mark, and gave her a soaking.” He was saying, before hurling a ball and hitting the target dead centre, as if to punctuate his sentence. The mechanism made an ominous crack as the sideways seat split in two and the tails dropped heavily from horizontal to vertical and swung harmlessly to left and right.<br><br>There were six identical tanks side by side all beneath the one marquee with a counter running along the front where people would throw from. All six tanks would be occupied at once, giving punters a choice of who to throw at and allowing for continuous play at any tank where a girl was perched in position. There was no need to wait for the girl to get back up as in the drowned cat, it was apparently a free for all with balls criss crossing the floor of the booth as customers jostled for position and threw at whichever target they desired.<br>“And that’s where <em>I</em> win.” He gave Rin a conspiratorial wink as he hoisted another ball and stepped along the line to test that the next tank was functioning correctly. “The girls are all after the prize money see, so they all try to outdo each other, they need to <em>intice</em> the players to want to dunk <em>them</em> and not the floozy sitting at the next tank.” He hurled another ball and again it hit its mark dead centre. The balls were about the size of an orange and made of a thick, heavy wood. You had to be reasonably strong just to hoist one, let alone throw one three meters – this was definitely a Nordic version of the game.<br><br>“They dress up in outfits a father never wants a daughter to wear, they flirt outrageously with the throwers or just poke fun at them trying to rile them into dropping a few coins on them. It’s like how a pretty barmaid will ensure an inn is packed til closing.” He throws again, hits the bull’s eye, moves on.<br>“’Course that’s nothing new, pretty girls always drew the lion’s share in this game but it was always hard work convincing them to step up. Then my daughter Rhona – she’s the brains of the family – came up with the idea of a prize. I thought she was mad at first, giving all that money away! But I trusted her, and now we’re rolling in it! Some of the prettiest girls in town volunteer now and men are falling over themselves to drop some coin and pick a beauty to try and soak.” He gave Rin a proud grin as he hurled the next ball without even looking at the target. It hit its mark with the heavy crack of wood on wood, the seat swung open and he nodded to his assistants, whom all happened to be his daughters. “Good work girls, we’re ready for tomorrow.” <br><br>“So, I can’t convince you to step up for a shift? My daughters keep the score, there’s no funny business here.” He said, adding the last part rather seriously. Brutus was no Oslo it seemed.<br><br>Back in Arawn’s room Aimee had freed her master’s cock and her head swam as the blood pumped faster. The heady scent of dried sweat and semen hit her sinuses and the place between her legs grew hot and moist. She was practically salivating as she lifted herself up on her knees and brought her mouth to the glorious, glistening head.<br><br>She wanted to savour the moment she first put it in but knew Arawn had been patient enough with her, it was time his sexy piece of property was put to its intended use. She allowed herself one soft caress of her tongue against the warm rubbery tip before she slipped it inside. If her mouth wasn’t full of cock she’d be sighing gratefully, instead a heady moan sounded from her throat.<br><br>She steadily blew her owner’s cock, sliding him in and out along her tongue, not too fast. Her lips wrapped around the meaty width, stretched a little, and moistened the passage as well as providing stimulating friction all around.<br><br>For Aimee, it was heavenly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 08:19:04</strong>
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				Arawn listened to Aimee go on about her unfortunate curse for a moment, grinning to himself at the thought of being the only man who can satisfy his little cat slave. Hearing it from her only made his loins burn for release more. He was about to demand she show his wonderful cock the proper respects when she slid off the bed of her own accord.<br><br>Arawn reached down to softly stroke her hair as she worked to free his throbbing shaft. "yes, that's a much better use for that mouth of yours." He says with a grin as she slides his cock into her mouth. A soft moan escapes his lips as her tongue brushes the tip of his dick.<br><br>He loses himself to the exquisite pleasures of her skillful tongue and lips. Each lick, every suckle of her lips sent a shiver down his spine. More pleasured groans rise up from his throat as his cock throbs between her lips spurting a healthy glob of his salty pre onto her tongue. <br><br>Despite her best efforts though, Aimee simply couldn't get her master to shoot his load. All she could coax out of his throbbing dick was more pre. <br><br>Arawn groans with frustration as he finally pulls Aimee's head from his crotch. "What are you doing?" He asks accusingly. "Naughty little slave trying to tease her master?..Well then I guess I'll just have to help myself to that tight little cunt of yours!" he says before roughly pushing her to the ground.<br><br>He rolls her onto her back and practically tears the mithra's clothes off before grabbing her knees and pushing them apart. "Oh what's this?" he asks as he starts rubbing his thick cock against Aimee's pussy. "already so wet." he teases before guiding himself in. <br><br>Arawn moans with delight as he feels Aimee's tight walls enveloping his cock. Immediately he starts thrusting into his slave, eager to release his frustration into her heated passage. He was like a wild animal, driving his throbbing cock into Aimee's tight cunt with single minded determination to fill it with his seed.<br><br><br>"Oh fuck yes....So wonderfully hot!" He moans out erotically as his pelvis slaps against Aimee's hips. Harder and faster he pounds into her, the pleasure of his current state quickly over loading the rational and intelligent parts of his brain as he surrendered to his baser instincts. As usual, his goal was his own satisfaction, but Aimee was undoubtedly growing closer to her own release. Every thrust of her master's cock filled her so deeply, and caused his throbbing cock to press and rub against that special spot, driving her ever closer to climax. <br><br><br>Arawn could feel himself growing closer and closer to cumming, but just like his earlier masturbatory efforts, and Aimee's wonderful blow job, no matter how close he got he just couldn't cum. That is, until he felt Aimee's own involuntary spasms of orgasm. The feeling of her walls clenching around his throbbing shaft, milking it of its cum and the sound of her heavenly voice rising up in ecstatic pleasure was the stimulus that finally pushed him over the edge.<br><br><br>His entire body shook and shivered as he buried his cock deep into Aimee's quivering pussy one last time. His dick pulsed powerfully as it fired its warm, gooey payload deep into her womb in long powerful spurts. The sheer amount of it was surprising, a testament to just how desperate he was, quickly filling her passage and spilling out around Arawn's cock as it pumped even more into his sexy slave.<br><br><br>Arawn rode the waves of pleasure for several long moments before his climax subsided, leaving him panting breathlessly above Aimee's form. His entire body tingled with the force of his release, and he swore he could feel arms wrapped around him, gently massaging his balls...but of course, there was no one there but him and Aimee. <br><br><br>Arawn was surprised to find that his raging erection had not gone down, and despite his powerful climax, he still had a powerful urge to continue fucking his slave, almost as if given supernatural stamina and libido by some unknown force. He smiled down at Aimee as she lay beneath him, catching her breath after her own release. "Did you like that Aimee?" He asked, knowing she did. He leaned in close, savoring her scent as he whispered into her ear. "Well I'm only getting started." He informed before starting to move his hips again.<br><br><br>His hands were more active the second time around, rubbing and caressing over Aimee's sexy body rather than simply pulling her hips to meet his frantic thrusts. Arawn's movements were more deliberate now, more passionate. Despite his usual selfishness in the bedroom, he did know how Aimee liked to be touched. <br><br><br>He continued making passionate love to his slave, taking pleasure in every moan, every gasp of pleasure as he thrust himself into her deepest depths. He could hear in her voice and feel in her movements that he was bringing her ever closer to another climax. Just as she was about to reach her peak he would surprise her, quickly pulling out of her slick and needy pussy only to feed his thick dick into her ass instead. "Think you need some more cum here too!" He said teasingly as a cocky grin pulled at his lips.<br><br><br>He wasn't particularly gentle as he thrust himself into Aimee's ass, but his initial thrusts were slow enough to at least give her some time to adjust to his girth. As tight and wonderful as her pussy was, Aimee's ass was even tighter, and quickly had Arawn moaning in bliss as warm spurts of pre helped lubricate her rear passage. <br><br><br>Dibella silently cursed as Arawn displayed such callous disregard for Aimee's pleasure, favoring his own instead. The goddess of beauty and pleasure had meant to teach him a lesson about satisfying one's lover...a lesson he clearly did not learn. Her ethereal hand clenched tighter around his dick, trying to hold back the flow of cum from his rapidly approaching climax. But she had already loosened her hold once to give him his simultaneous release, and now found it hard to over power the sinful pleasures he took from roughly pounding Aimee's ass. Even as she tried to deny him his release, Arawn's grip of Aimee's hips tighten as he grunts in ecstatic pleasure, his cock erupting inside the mithra for the second time that night. <br><br><br>Furious with the thief, the goddess pulled away from Arawn, who's cock immediately began to soften and shrink as his second climax subsided. "Mmmm...that was great. Just what I needed!" Arawn says happily, giving Aimee's ass a hard and dominating slap before sliding himself out of her sore and abused backside and crawling into bed to rest his tired body. After such a frantic fucking, it was only a matter of moments before he fell unconscious, his snores rising up to break the silence of the room. <br><br><br>As Aimee was left laying in the floor, a glint of light caught her eye, drawing her attention toward the golden statue hidden beneath the bed. It seemed to glow with an unearthly light, and she could feel a soft, gentle embrace wrap around her body. <em>"Rest now...you have endured such abuse long enough...I will see to it your 'master' learns to appreciate the beautiful creature you are." </em>A soft and unearthly voice whispers into Aimee's ear a moment before the unearthly glow of the statue fades, as does the sensation of being held close to a soft, feminine body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 02:00:03</strong>
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				Aimee let out an uncharacteristic squeal when Arawn’s thick palm smacked heavily against her rump, signalling that he was done with her, for now. The incredible orgasm had left her body tingling and ultra sensitive and the meaty thwack against her bare flesh stimulated an unexpected amount of pain. His rapid withdrawal caused her an involuntary shudder as her now bruised anus suddenly constricted against the sudden void. <br><br>Despite the throbbing pain in her passage and the sharp stinging warmth on her pliable arse cheeks Aimee was incredibly happy. She almost experienced <em>two</em> orgasms, in the space of minutes, from <em>Arawn</em>! She would’ve pinched herself to see if she was dreaming if the dull pain in her rear didn’t already inform her that she was definitely awake.<br><br>Suddenly she was incredibly sleepy and wouldn’t recall the glowing statue and otherworldly voice the next day. She sank into a deep slumber and despite the hard wooden floorboards she was lead on, experienced a calm, uninterrupted and rejuvenating slumber.<br><br>------<br><br>She awoke a couple of hours after dawn, feeling as if she’d slept for a week on a princess’s bed. It took a few moments for her to realise where she was, but then the dusty smell of the bedroom floor quickly brought racing back memories of the intense fucking she’d received the night before. With a naughty grin she pushed herself up onto all fours, ready to give her master a wake up blowjob to remember.<br><br>As she crawled across the floor she winced a little, the copious amount of semen Arawn had ejected into her had spilled all over her legs and dried overnight. It pinched and tugged at her soft inner thighs as if it were complaining at being woken. It didn’t cause Aimee to stray from her path though and she reached the foot of the bed, quietly raising a corner of the cover and preparing to slip underneath.<br><br>However, something unexpected gave her pause. Instead of the thick, muscled calves she was expecting there were smooth and slender ones, hairless, and tapering into small, soft, unblemished feet that snuggled against one another in a very un-masculine way. Aimee’s brow creased and she covered them up, turning her gaze on the head that was poking out of the sheets a few feet away. Had she somehow ended up in Rin’s room? Had Arawn and Rin switched beds? Why would they do that?<br><br>The soft bundle of light auburn hair that fanned over the pillow quickly told her it was definitely not Rin in the bed. Aimee’s eyes widened, slightly panicked. Who was this? And what was she doing in Arawn’s bed? More importantly… where was Arawn?<br><br>Aimee’s initial thought was that he’d bedded some girl, and had left her sleeping while he went out. Pangs of jealousy washed over the petite, but well endowed cat-slave. Was Aimee not enough for her master? The fact that the girl got to sleep in the bed while she had to contend with the dusty, hard, wooden floor caused Aimee to bridle a little as well.<br><br>Although she wanted nothing more than to slap the bitch awake and demand an explanation, prudence stopped her from doing it, lest she risk the wrath of Arawn… something she certainly wanted to avoid after last nights treat. He was a bit childish in the way he held a grudge over certain things and Aimee would do whatever it took to stay in his good books this time.<br><br>Rin. She’d seek out Rin and see if the red headed mage could answer her questions.<br><br>Gathering the tattered remains of her clothing Aimee slipped quietly out of the room and dressed in the hallway. The tavern below was almost silent, she could just hear Hroki moving around. Presumably everyone else was either still asleep or already out enjoying the festival.<br><br>Tugging on her leggings she found they were mostly intact; just a single rip down the side of one leg, although it would expose a generous amount of flesh to the chilly northern air. Her bra was also intact but her white fitted blouse was another matter entirely. Not a single button remained from where Arawn had torn the garment clean off her in the heat of passion. She’d worry about that later though and in the meantime tied the two shirt tails together, ending up with a knot under her bosom that exposed her smooth, toned tummy to the world, and would do little to conceal the prominent swell of her breasts and the deep cleavage between. <br>Not a bad outfit if she were at the beach, Aimee considered, as she tip toed down the hall towards Rin’s room.<br><br>“Rin… oh Rin…” The cat-slave sang out lightly as she knocked and turned the handle. <br><br>Stepping into the room she padded over to the sleeping sister and ever so lightly rocked her awake. <br>“Uhm… I’m really sorry to wake you but… I don’t know where Arawn is, and there’s a strange girl in his bed…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 04:15:38</strong>
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				Rin rolls over as Aimee rocks her awake. At first she's a bit grumpy after being awakened early, but after recognizing the sexy mithra her expression changes into a sleepy little smile. "Hey...." She says softly, reaching out with one hand to gently rub at Aimee's hip. "Did the pretty kitty come to cuddle?" She asks, still half asleep.<br><br><br>It takes a few moments for Aimee's words to filter through her sleepy mind. And when they did she sits up suddenly, the blanket falling away from her chest and exposing her perky breasts. "That.....isn't like him." She comments. "If he did go out and pick up some harlot he'd probably make you watch as he fucked the crap out of her." She adds, trying to think like her pig headed brother would to try and figure things out without needing to actually get up.<br><br><br>After a bit more conversation, nothing about the situation made any sense, and soon the red headed mage was out of bed and pulling on a shirt. After getting dressed she made her way into Arawn's room, where she found the woman Aimee had pointed out, stretched out across the entire bed in an odd, but comfortable looking position. Like she had been there all night.<br><br><br>"Hey, you!" She says rather gruffly, pushing on the girl's shoulder to get her awake. "Huh?....what?" The brunette mumbles, looking up at Rin like the unwanted interruption she was. "Where's my brother?" Rin demanded, and the woman seemed confused. "What are you talking about?" The woman responded. "My brother....you're sleeping in his bed." Rin added, pointing out the obvious. "The fuck are you rambling about Rin? I'm right here!" The brunette woman says as she sits up, not even trying to catch the blanket as it falls away from her ample chest which is easily on par with Aimee's ample bussom.<br><br><br>Rin just sits and stares for a moment, trying hard to piece together what was going on. ".....nice tits." She says finally, unable to think of anything else at the moment. The woman seems confused by that statement and looks down, then screams bloody murder before throwing the blankets off herself only to find that the rest of her body was feminine and rather sexy as well.<br><br><br>"What the hell is this?" She says in a panic, her hands moving over her new body. "I....I...." The new female Arawn stammered, unable to articulate the thoughts racing through his head. She then looks up, seeing Rin trying to hold back a giggle at his...or rather her, predicament. "This isn't funny!" She yells with a scowl. "No....but it is an improvement." Rin counters, now letting the giggles out. Arawn grimaces and grabs a pillow before chucking it at his sibling's head, wishing he had something larger and heavier to throw. <br><br><br>After the initial shock and disbelief wore off, Arawn was left feeling rather distraught. His entire life he'd been a man. Now, faced with this new reality, he wasn't sure how to cope. And so simply sat there, shivering as he tried to cover his new body with his arms and hands, tears welling up in his eyes. "This isn't right...." She said with a shuddering voice.<br><br><br>The situation had lost its novelty for Rin as well, who now felt sorry for her distraught brother....or rather sister now. "I always wanted a sister." She comments, only to be rewarded with a deathly glare from Arawn. "Look....being a woman isn't that bad." Rin offers as she sits on the edge of the bed. "You'll get much better prices from merchants now...." She adds, with a forced grin. It was true though, most merchants tended to be male, and easier to barter with when they had an eye full of cleavage to distract them.<br><br><br>Arawn just remained silent, glaring at his sister. He just knew she was responsible for this some how. "How is this even possible?" He asked, before remembering that this wasn't exactly the first time they've seen this sort of thing. "Did that demon get out of your coin?" He adds, rather hopeful that wasn't the case. "No....I've made sure to keep it close and safe...." Rin comments, reaching for the cord around her neck which was attached to a small pouch, and inside the pouch was the gold coin containing the trapped desire demon. "See?" She adds, as she digs the coin from the pouch and hands it to her sibling.<br><br><br>The coin was still unnaturally warm, and sent shivers through Arawn's spine as she held it. It definitely still contained the demon. "Then what did this to me?" She asks. "I have no clue." Rin responds honestly, the look on her face made it obvious she wasn't trying to play some stupid prank or keep her gender swapped brother in the dark. She really didn't know.<br><br><br>"Well...come on. Sitting here in bed all day isn't going to solve anything, lets get you dressed." Rin offers as she stands up, holding out her hands to help her reluctant sister up. They went through most of Arawn's clothing, none of which fit right. It was hard to pull his pants up over his widened hips and the round swell of her backside. The shirts were too tight in the chest, and too loose on the shoulders. Arawn simply didn't have any clothes that would fit his new feminine body. "Do you have anything I could wear?" Arawn asks his sister it a defeated sigh. "Afraid not....if we tried to squeeze you into my clothes you'd pop." She responds before casting a glance toward Aimee, a slight grin coming to her face. "But I think we might have something that will fit you..." She offers.<br><br><br>Several minutes later the three of them are walking through the busy streets of the city which were bustling with activity as the festival went on around them. "Man...this is bull shit." Arawn protested, reaching back to tug at the skin tight white skirt trying to ride up her round and supple ass. "Why am I wearing this? We should have made Aimee change..." He adds in protest, finding Aimee's outfit from the drowned cat rather unpleasant to wear. Everyone around them were staring at HIM instead of the sexy cat he had in tow...a few eager men even dared to slap Arawn's bouncing ass. It took all of the thief's will not to turn around and punch them in the face for it.<br><br><br>"Relax, we're almost there." Rin's voice sang out as she tugged on Arawn's hand, urging him forward. "where are we going?" Arawn protested, but as soon as she had finished speaking Rin had stopped. "And here we are!" Rin announced, as they arrived at the water nymph game. Arawn just glares at Rin as he realizes what his sister had in mind. "Oh no...no way am I going to..." He started. "Going to what? Triple our chances of winning?" She asked accusingly. She knew Arawn had already signed Aimee up to be one of the girls being dunked in this stupid game. She had seen the ledger used to keep track of such things while helping build the stage. She also took the time to sign up for it herself, figuring Aimee would appreciate the moral support. But now that Arawn was the way he was....if they all three participated, they were all but guaranteed to walk away with a hefty purse of gold.<br><br><br>Arawn continued to protest, but Rin of course didn't listen. She simply dragged her reluctant sibling toward the proprietor of the game and asked that her 'sister' be signed up as well. After getting a good look at the buxom brunette in the skimpy clothing the game master just grinned. "Of course she can join the roster....still plenty of slots left!" He responded happily, reaching for the ledger. "And what is your name gorgeous?" He asked, and Arawn's hands balled tightly into fists. "Her name is Arawen" Rin responds with a smile, adding only one little letter to make Arawn's masculine name sound decidedly feminine. "Right....Arawen. You'll be taking the stage with your sister and her cat friend in about twenty minutes, alright?" The man asked. "That's great!" Rin responds, before Arawn has a chance too, then drags the confused and reluctant woman off to discuss the amount of gold they stand to win.<br><br><br>Twenty minutes later the gathered crowed had quite the selection of beautiful young women to dunk into the chilly waters. Arawen, Aimee, Rin and two priestesses from Debella's temple all shared the stage. Arawn sat nervously, already feeling quite cold despite the fact she was still completely dry. She squeezed her legs together tightly, trying to keep the gawking men from getting a good look up her short skirt....not that they wouldn't all see right through it after the first dunking. Arawn looks toward his sister, who was sitting in the seat to his right. "I hate you..." He said a moment before a heavy ball collided with the wooden target next to his seat and sent him plunging into the icy waters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 22:36:50</strong>
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				Aimee was laughing almost as hard as the crowd when the heavy wooden ball cracked against Arawen’s target, promptly depositing the curvy brunette into the brimming tank of cold water a few feet below with an ever so satisfying splash. In fact, she’d been overcome with merriment ever since they’d discovered that the hot young piece of ass in Arawn’s bed was in fact Arawn himself, suddenly bereft of his penis and cursed with curves.<br><br>She’d been struggling to keep her laughter under control all morning; having figured out before either of them that the only clothes that would fit him now would be hers, and the only thing she was willing to admit to bringing was her drowned cat outfit. She’d been a little surprised when it’d been taken off her and Arawen had squeezed herself into it; Aimee had only been planning to tease her master (mistress?) with it before bringing out something more suitable.<br><br>Aimee had almost choked on her tongue when Arawen stepped outside in it and she’d proceeded to do a poor job of concealing her sniggers ever since. She didn’t want to be cruel to Arawn, but, it was utterly hilarious to the downtrodden cat slave. Aimee was going to make the most of this; even if she earned a spanking everyday for a year it’d be worth it.<br><br>Her musings were cut short abruptly though, as a meaty crack to her left triggered her own seat to disappear from beneath her bottom, dropping her with a surprised squeal into the chilly water, producing a splash equal to Arawen’s and provoking laughter just as hearty from the jolly onlookers.<br><br>She was still grinning when she surfaced though; after a short splutter anyway. She’d been in this position a thousand times and having Rin and Arawn both enduring it with her made it feel much less demeaning and actually quite fun.<br><br>As the morning wore on it was clear Arawen was the crowd’s favourite. Aimee’s fluffy ears and long tail failed to match up to the flesh squeezing allure of the booty hugging, cleavage enhancing, see-through-when-wet drowned cat outfit. Which was absolutely fine by the mithra.<br><br>Arawen was proving so popular in fact, that by the last hour of their shift he’d earned over double the dunkings Aimee or Rin had. It almost wasn’t worth Aimee staying up there… And so she didn’t. <br><br>With a satisfied sigh she slipped down off the seat and told Brutus that she was done for the day. The other dunkees were easily holding the crowds attention so the muscle bound Nord nodded his consent and passed her the few coins she received for taking part. Aimee shook her head as he offered the money, a little smirk tugging at her lips.<br>“Give me however many balls that’d buy.” She said in a low voice.<br>“Really?” Brutus replied, looking a little confused.<br>“Yeah, I owe my friend in the middle there a little payback.” She smiled warmly at Brutus and he started to smile back.<br>“Well sure, I’m not complaining! Although I think she’s had plenty already.” He bent under the counter and with a grunt hoisted up an enormous bucket filled to the brim with the hard wooden dunking balls.<br>“Thank you.” Aimee beamed “And no, she hasn’t had <em>nearly</em> enough yet!”<br><br>Of course Arawn had only actually dunked Aimee once, when he won her from Oslo back in Vanadiel when they first met. Aimee wasn’t paying him back for that though, she was actually pretty damn happy he’d won her. No, she was preparing to pay him back for all the jerky things he’d done to her since then. Kicked her out of bed, made her sleep on the floor without a sheet, forgotten to buy her a sleeping bag so she’d had to do the same in the forest, paraded her around town in nothing but a thong, given her an intense spanking for trying to <em>help</em> them kill Vivian (albeit making a few mistakes), tied her up on his bed and let his friends take turns with her to punish her for the exact same thing, left her languishing in stocks for hours when he could’ve freed her, made her pull a cart full of people and belongings when their horses were killed, <em>whipped</em> her bouncy butt with the reins while he rode comfortably in the drivers seat, whipped her butt with the reins just to show off to passers by, given her to Jaceric to toy with, teased her sexually, teased her some more sexually, teased her even more and left her ready to explode, sent her to work breaking rocks while he entered Tortage and went to the pub, made her seduce and rob a poor lovesick sailor and then set her to work chopping wood after no sleep after they’d absconded with his belongings… the list went on and on and on.<br><br>Aimee wasn’t bitter about all that stuff, she was his slave, his property, an object, a <em>thing</em> – just a juicy piece of ass to make money from or to amuse her owner. He could do whatever he pleased with her, he didn’t have to ask, say thank you and he didn’t need to give a fuck about what she thought, felt or said. That was ok with Aimee – she was a cat-slave – that’s life, but she’d be an absolute fool of a cat-slave to pass up an opportunity like this!<br><br>She wore a smile and gave Arawen a wink as she slid the bucket along the counter in front of his tank.<br>“I wouldn’t think about quitting and getting down Ara<em>wen</em>. You’re set to win this thing and you know you and Rin both need the money.” Her cheeks had flushed red and her blood felt hot inside her, despite the chilly breeze blowing against her damp clothes; she was going to pay <em>so bad</em> for this as soon as he regained his masculine form. She still had time to back out, probably only earning herself a bright red ass for a week. She did consider it, for a brief moment, but threw caution to the wind and selected one of the hard, heavy balls from the top of her bucket.<br>Her hand was shaking as she tested its weight, her head was swimming with a mixture of fear and excitement.<br>She threw the ball, hard.<br><br>It hit the target.<br><br>Arawen dropped with a splash into the chilly water, producing a volume of spray that forced Aimee to jump back a step as it spattered against the counter.<br><br>“Be careful!” She yelled as Arawen re-emerged from the water. “You almost splashed me!” She giggled as she selected another ball and waited for him to re-seat himself. This was going to be a fun hour…<br><br>By the time the shift was over Aimee’s arm was sore with repeated throwing. Perhaps Dibella had been guiding her hand but she never missed a shot, dunking the poor boy-turned-girl over, and over, and over. Whenever he looked like he’d had enough she’d remind him of the prize, and that every dunk she made notched up his total further still. She didn’t let Rin off either, although she only dunked the mage once; payback for when Rin dunked her at the drowned cat – although she could’ve justified much more for all the times Rin had turned her back and just let Arawn carry on with whatever perverted plan he had for Aimee.<br><br>There was still another day and half of the water nymph, so they wouldn’t know if they’d won till the following evening, although Brutus happily informed the three of them that it was a dead cert.<br><br>Arawen and Rin were paid the few coins they were owed for participating, wished good luck and then their time at the water nymph was over and they were left standing amidst the bustling festival, shivering in their damp clothes and in Arawen’s case, inches and inches of exposed flesh.<br><br>“Uh… Arawn… I do actually have some other clothes… if you wanted to change into something dry…” Aimee admitted.<br>It would probably only add to her punishment, for not saying so earlier – even if his wearing that outfit had won them the prize – but she did feel bad for him. He’d been thrown right in at the deep end with the whole ‘being a girl in a male dominated world’ thing; she had to look after him, even if he didn’t really do the same for her.<br><br>“Mmm… after we all get changed maybe we should… celebrate or something? Go and have a beer?” Aimee suggested meekly.<br>She wouldn’t dream of offering something like that with the old Arawn around; for one he probably wouldn’t even take notice and for two her place was on her back or on her knees while he emptied his balls and then <em>he’d</em> go out to celebrate – probably leaving her to earn some coin fucking drunkards or stripping for merry, grabby tavern goers. <br>Somehow, now that <em>he</em> was a <em>her</em>, it felt like they were equal – all three of them – and Aimee had just as much say as the other two.<br><br>Of course Arawen might not agree with that line of thought… and had every right to order Aimee to shut the fuck up and do as she was told, just as he/she always had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 12:48:27</strong>
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				Arawen scowled as Aimee slipped off her seat to go talk to Brutus. His scowl only grew firmer as she returned with a bucket full of balls to torment her master. "Aimee.....don't." Arawen protested, her tone a deathly serious one. "Aimee...." She repeated threateningly but couldn't finish her statement before the mithra slave made the decision to indulge in a little pay back.<br><br><br>Arawen yelped in surprise and protest as the seat dropped from under her, sending her plunging into the chilly waters once again. Though she was furious with the cat slave, there was little Arawen could actually do about it at the moment, aside from just climb back out and hope Aimee's aim was off. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hide her erect nipples as they pushed against the soaking fabric of her tight fitting top.<br><br><br>"Oh come on...its not that bad." Rin sayd with a chuckle, still dripping water from her own dunking. "Yeah....well you can use magic to keep wa-AAAH!" The thief tried to reply before Aimee's second throw connected loudly with the target sending her falling into the water again causing a yelp of surprise. Rin just giggled as Arawn's seat flipped back up into place.<br><br><br>The red headed mage noticed the glint in Aimee's eye and smiled broadly. She knew she was next, and honestly didn't care. "Come on pussy cat....lets see what you got!" She taunted sticking her tongue out at her brother's slave. Rin could have cheated. She could have used her magic to divert the heavy wooden ball, but part of her was enjoying this. All the attention, the thrill of the free fall before being surrounded by the water's chilly embrace....it was all oddly thrilling.<br><br><br>Rin sat out the entirety of her shift, goading people into throwing their balls at her 'sister' instead of herself, taking some measure of joy every time the buxom thief plunged into the water. Arawen grumbled as she climbed the short ladder out of the water and back onto the platform, shooting death stares at her unhelpful sister. "What's wrong? cold?" Rin asks with a wide grin. Arawen said nothing, simply reached out and slapped the target connected to Rin's seat to send the self satisfied mage into the water with a surprised yelp.<br><br><br>After her shift, and getting paid for her humiliation, Arawen sought out Aimee and it was clear she was not happy with the cat's actions. The news that he didn't have to wear that demeaning little white outfit only fueled the fire in the emasculated thief. She reached up, grabbing Aimee's collar tightly and tugging her face closer. "Look you little...." She started, ready to insult, berate, and all out destroy Aimee's self worth for daring to think she could treat her master like this.<br><br><br>Arawen's eyes widened in surprise as she let out a pained yelp in response to the loud, resounding slap that almost echoed off the stone buildings. Arawn's hand left the collar to rub at her stinging backside as she turned to confront whoever had just slapped her wet ass. The chilly water making the smack sting that much more. "Hey!" Rin greeted with a wide smile, and Arawen just scowled. "So...what now?" the mage asked, stepping closer and putting an arm around both of her sexy companions. <br><br><br>"Aimee seems to think we should celebrate...." Arawen says, still rubbing her sore backside. Rin smiles at that idea. "Oh! That sounds great!....a few pints of mead to warm up....then maybe a little fun between the sheets to top things off?" The mage suggests with a grin, sounding rather energetic and bubbly despite having been subjected to two hours of humiliation...which only seemed to worsen Arawen's mood. Of course, Arawen was the only one who actually felt humiliated by the experience.<br><br><br>The thief just pulled away, storming off toward the inn. Rin frowned before deciding to follow, quickly catching up to her sibling. "Hey....come on now. It wasn't that bad. So we got a little wet...no big deal. Think of all the money we just-" Rin said, trying calm her new sister down. "No big deal? No big deal!?" Arawen responded, turning on her heels. "How can you say its no big deal!?....look at me!" <br><br><br>Rin fell silent, just looking into Arawn's eyes. "I don't know what you did....but I want you to undo it. NOW." Arawen said sternly. "But...I didn't do anything." Rin protests. "You're enjoying this way too much to be innocent." Arawn spits back before turning back around and continuing her angry march toward the inn. Again Rin hurries to catch up.<br><br><br>"Is being a woman really so terrible?" Rin asks, but gets no response. A few passing men whistle and call out after them, suggesting their beds would be a good place to get warm, which did nothing to help improve Arawn's mood. "Yes." Arawn finally responds. "Already I've lost the respect of my slave....everyone looks at me like a piece of meat....and then there's you. Slapping and grabbing on my ass...the last thing I want is to be groped by my sister." Arawen grumbles before reaching out and opening the front door to the inn, leaving Rin standing outside alone.<br><br><br>Rin considered following, but wasn't sure what she could say to salvage the situation. She had always wanted a sister....but it wasn't turning out anything like she had imagined it would be. She had thought that maybe Arawn being a woman might bring them closer together, but it seemed to just push them further apart. Rin just sighed before making her way into the inn herself, but instead of following Arawn up the stairs she went straight to the bar to get something to drink.<br><br><br>"Hey...your sister seems rather miffed about something." The bartender said as Rin took a seat. That struck her as odd. They had been here for a few days, talked and socialized with the innkeeper and his employees. They all knew Rin had a brother, not a sister. After a moment's thought Rin was hurrying up the stairs as well. She opens the door to Arawn and Aimee's room, finding Arawn simply sitting on the bed. "Go away." She said before flopping back into the pillows. <br><br><br>"Everyone here thinks you're a girl." Rin informs. "Yeah? Wonder where they got that idea..." Arawn responds with a roll of her eyes. "no....I mean...the bartender....called you my sister." Rin clarifies. Arawn sits up with a curious look on her face. "But....I was a man when we got here...we explained I was your brother..." Arawn recollects as she sits up with a curious look.<br><br><br>Arawn quickly gets up and goes back down stairs, talking to several of the patrons she recognized. Most of who were either regulars or fellow tenants living in the inn. Rin was right. No one seemed to find it confusing that Arawn was now a woman. One even mentioned remembering very clearly how the two sisters and their cat friend had come in off the street right after that brutal stabbing. Whatever had done this had changed more than just Arawn's gender. Everyone remembered him as a her, which was extremely odd. But if that was the case...why was Rin, Aimee and himself aware of the change? And more importantly, who or what would be powerful enough to change the memories of so many people?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 17:13:50</strong>
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				“Yea! Really! And then do you know what he did? If tying me to the front of the cart like some mule wasn’t humiliating enough, he took hold of the reins and gave my arse a whip whenever I slowed down! Can you believe it?” &lt;hic&gt;.<br>Aimee was halfway through her fourth mug of ale with some new found friends downstairs in the tavern. She’d been well on her way to drink-land after her first quarter pint and now, quite inebriated, was getting a few things off her chest in the form of a rant about her master.<br>“No, yea, that’s pretty mean. You poor, poor kitty.” Jenkin soothed, although the glances and little smirks that passed over Aimee’s head said her new companion wasn’t as concerned about her plight as he made out.<br><br>Aimee had trouble focussing as it was and his lack of sincerity passed her by, so she continued. <br>“And then… one time… after I’d been arrested and locked into stocks, I hadn’t seen him for days – I thought he was dead! – he turns up, doesn’t even say hello… doesn’t even tell me he’s safe… he just walks up behind me and gives my butt a real stinging smack, says ‘Ah...I've missed this ass of yours’ and then asks me if I’ve missed him! He doesn’t even ask me if I’m ok! Or what I’d been arrested for! It’s like… ‘oh look, there’s Aimee’s butt, let’s give it a smack’”<br>“Well, you <em>were</em> his slave…” Derrick offered “It’s not like he <em>has</em> to care about you or anything…”<br>“Not the point…” Aimee grumbled “We’d been through a lot… I’d been worried about him!”<br>“Guess he wasn’t so worried about you…” Derrick chuckled.<br>“This guy really liked your ass, didn’t he?” Hanlan, the third and last of Aimee’s new drinking buddies enquired.<br>“<em>Every</em>one likes my ass…” Aimee moaned exhaustedly.<br>“Mind if <em>we</em> have a peek at this ‘famous’ arse? Can’t see what all the fuss is about when you’re sat down on that stool.” Derrick said with a smirk, giving Hanlan a wink.<br><br>Aimee rolled her eyes. “Fine, take a look for yourself.” She said, leaning herself onto her forearms on the little table and straightening her legs.<br><br>A shuffle of bodies as the boys leant around behind her was followed by appreciative murmurs of agreement. <br>“It’s definitely a good one.” Jenkin said.<br>&lt;slap&gt; “Yea… I think I can see where your master was coming from.” Derrick added after wapping his open palm against the stretched fabric surrounding Aimee’s ass.<br>“Not you guys as well…” Aimee groaned, sitting her ass back down on her stool before any of the other boys got frisky.<br>“Sorry sweetie, couldn’t help myself.” Came Derrick’s insincere apology.<br>“Anyway… where is this master of yours now Aimee?” Hanlan asked.<br>“Oh… he’s upst…” She managed to stop herself despite the alcohol in her blood. Arawn was a girl now, there was no way she could explain that and be believed.<br>“He’s err… he’s upstanding… I mean helping someone, someplace… far away. I’m here with his two sisters but, I don’t answer to <em>them</em>. So I’m just a regular, free mithra right now.” She finished with a happy smile to no one in particular.<br>“Oh really?” Jenkin said “Are they as pretty as you?”<br>“Do they have asses like you?” Derrick corrected his friend with a chuckle.<br>“<em>No</em>one has an ass like mine…” Aimee breezed with a hint of pride.<br>“Well there’s three of us… only one of you… why don’t you go get ‘em and we can all drink together?” Hanlan suggested, he was the logical one it seemed, compared to Jenkin’s smooth tongue and Derrick’s perverted nature.<br>“Uhmmm…” Aimee wasn’t so sure, the last time she’d seen Arawen she hadn’t been too happy. “I’ll go grab Rin… I’m not sure if Arawen will join us though.”<br>“Hey, I’ll come up with you, convince her of what a good time she’s missing.” Jenkin suggested, apparently very confident about convincing girls to drink with him.<br>“A... haha… I don’t know if your pretty face will swing that one gorgeous.” Aimee laughed nervously, likely Jenkin would find Arawen’s fist in his jaw if he tried to poke <em>that</em> particular hornet’s nest. “Gimme five minutes and I’ll see if they’ll join us.” Aimee reassured the boys, before standing up on wobbly legs and turning for the stairs.<br>“Stairs are the other way Aimee!” Hanlan called to her as she stumbled towards the front door.<br>“Right you are!” The cat girl slurred as she halted herself and staggered her way back around and up the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 07:06:12</strong>
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				As Aimee drank with her new buddies down stairs, Rin was trying hard to apologize to her new sister. It seemed Arawen was just determined to focus on the masculinity she had lost rather than the potential her new body possessed. A slight grin tugged at Rin's lips as she figured out a way to get through to her depressed sibling.<br><br><br>"Oh come on now, being a girl isn't all that bad is it? I mean, think of how much easier it will be to get into a man's coin purse now..." She offers. "Yeah...like its that's easy." Arawen counters, crossing her arms, which only accentuate her bountiful bussom by pressing her breasts together and deepening her cleavage. Rin's eyes linger on the enticing valley for a moment before she realizes she's staring.<br><br><br>"Yes..." Rin replies, her loss of concentration only a testament to that fact. "Here...get a good look at yourself." She offers, pulling Arawen to her feet and guiding her toward the mirror. Arawen's eyes widened with surprise after she got a good look at her own reflection, surprised by the voluptuous, sensual body she now had. "Woah...." the former man says, striking a few poses that show off that sexy body. "I can see why you like grabbing my ass." Arawen comments, as she admires the reflection of her own backside, even daring to give it a little smack which causes his sister to laugh and giggle. "See...not all bad. Bet you could take that ass of yours and get free drinks all night." Rin encourages.<br><br><br>At that moment, almost as if on cue, a severely drunk Aimee barges in the door and slurs something about guys wanting some women to drink with. Rin just grinned toward Arawen. "Mmmm....teasing a bunch of drunk men and getting them to buy us drinks....sounds fun to me." Rin responds. Really, she'd much rather just get drunk with Aimee and enjoy a little roll in the sheets afterwards, but it seemed like a good opportunity to get Arawen to stop moping and enjoy her new self.<br><br><br>Arawen did eventually agree, after discovering that Aimee actually did have other clothes she could wear. The scalding looks she shot the feline slave suggested Aimee would pay dearly for forcing her to parade around in the tight fitting and seductive drowned cat uniform. But that would have to wait. Only one thing mattered at the moment, and that was FREE DRINKS!<br><br><br>Arawen and Rin came down with their arms interlaced around Aimee's, partly to help support the drunken mithra, and also to make a bit of a show of the three of them descending the stairs. "Are these the three handsome men you were talking about?" Rin asks as they reach the table. Admittedly laying it on a bit thick, but the drunken bunch of guys seemed to eat it up anyway. "Oi, that we are....and what a sweet little cherry you are!" One of them had responded, reaching up and grabbing her arm before pulling her into his lap. Rin sighed inwardly, resisting the urge to slap some sense into the drunkard as she settled into her new seat, trying to get comfortable despite a rising stiffness poking her every now and then. She quickly grabbed up the man's cup and drank what was left of his current pint of mead, hoping the alcohol would make it easier to tolerate the drunkards....or lower her inhibitions enough to hit them, whichever happened first.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 16:31:13</strong>
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				A loud knock on the door jerked Aimee out of an alcohol fuelled slumber. She gazed around, somewhat confused to find herself under the covers in a nice, warm bed. She was alone in one of the tavern’s rooms, but it wasn’t Arawns. A half filled rucksack sat deflated in a corner, the rest of its contents strewn carelessly across the floor; clothes mainly but definitely not hers or Arawns. <br><br>Flashes of the previous night bubbled forth from her unconscious.<br><em>”Girls like her, you shower them with compliments, buy them pretty gifts and hop to their beck and call in the vain hopes of stealing but one kiss. Girls like her are prized, worshipped and eventually made into wives and mothers. Girls like you Aimee, are just fucked.”</em><br>She revisited the conversation wearing an unhappily creased brow. The girl in question had been the beautiful barmaid, Hroki. The object of affection for half the city. The speaker – what was his name? – was the man she’d dejectedly lead upstairs in the moments that followed his harsh but undeniably accurate appraisal of the cat slave. Presumably this was his room.<br><br>A second flurry of knocks, more insistent this time tore Aimee from the gloomy memory and she hauled herself out of bed with a slight groan over leaving the warmth and comfort behind, unknowing when she’d next get to sleep in one.<br>Opening the door her eyes pinged wide and her mouth made a surprised ‘o’ of astonishment.<br>“Arawn?! You’re back?”<br>“Come now sweetie, I’m much more handsome than my big brother, that much should be obvious!”<br><br>Aimee blinked a few times and her eyes narrowed as she examined the familiar cocky smirk that shone up at her. Up at her? Yes, this definitely wasn’t Arawn, he was far too short. Closer examination revealed other subtle differences, a slightly more youthful pallor, his hair a shade fairer and the lines of muscle hinted by his clothes fell short of her thief master.<br>“Come now gorgeous, aren’t you gonna’ invite me in?” The man stated as he eased the mithra aside and strode into the room, swinging it closed behind him.<br>Aimee was still too stunned to speak – there was a third one? But that wasn’t the biggest surprise… <br>“H…how in promathia did you get here?” She asked, her mouth dry and her voice croaky after last nights excesses.<br><br>The young man cocked an eyebrow and showed the familiar smirk that both infuriated and aroused Aimee in equal measure. “Come now, is that anyway for a slave to speak to her betters?” <br>He knew she was Arawn’s slave? Just what was going on here…<br><br>“I can see you’re confused sweetie. So I’ll fill you in.” He was slowly circling Aimee, taking in the exquisite sights that had been a favourite across three worlds now. Giving her ass a little slap as he rounded the back he continued his slow tour around Aimee’s body before alighting in front of her. “But it’s been a long journey.” He added, hands moving down to unbuckle his worn leather belt. “And before I do <em>anything</em> else, I need one of the cat-slave’s famous blowjobs I’ve been hearing so much about.” <br>As if to prove the strength of his desire, the man dropped his trousers revealing an endowment stiff and twitching. “Now get on your knees kitty cat and show me what you’re good at, then I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 19:00:41</strong>
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				Arawen groaned as she awoke, hands rising up to her throbbing head. "How much did I drink?" She wonders out loud as she sits up to look around the room, searching for clues of just what had happened the night before. Looking down she was greeted by her own luscious breasts, which reminded her of an inconvenient truth. She was still a she. And she didn't even want to know what that dried sticky stuff coating her lovely tits was.<br><br><br>That memory though came rushing back through the haze and the fog of her hang over. Before passing out one of the men that had bought her all those drinks was sitting on her chest, squeezing her tits together as he thrust his dick between them. She remembered feeling someone else licking her pussy but couldn't remember who. She hoped it had been Aimee...but it wasn't.<br><br><br>Returning her eyes to the room she quickly realized it was her own. She recognized the view from the window and the placement of the furniture. But she was alone. No men, no Rin, no Aimee.....and no pack. "Shit!" She yells as she realizes that last part. A loud thud could be heard in the hallway as she tumbles out of the bed, hastily searching for their missing supplies. The men from last night must have stolen them! They even took her clothes!<br><br><br>Then she remembers the golden statue, and practically throws herself onto the floor again to check under the bed where she had hidden it. "Fuck!" She yells as it too is gone. She had hoped that returning it to the temple would help her get her cock back. But now what was she going to do? She needed to talk to Rin, that much was certain.<br><br><br>She cautiously opened the door, peeking out into the hall before ducking back into her room. There was a man standing a few doors down talking to someone. Only after he went into his room and closed the door did Arawen creep out into the hall. Stark naked and splotched with dried cum as she quietly made her way to Rin's door, hoping no one else would come up the stairs to see her.<br><br><br>She tried to open Rin's door and found it locked, and so knocked loudly and anxiously. Inside the room Rin groaned as she was awoken by the pounding on her door. She licked the roof of her dried mouth, still tasting the booze and cum from last nights debauchery before climbing out of bed and stumbled toward the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming....keep your panties on." She grumbled, not even noticing that was all she was wearing herself.<br><br><br>When she opened the door she grinned, seeing only a naked cum spattered beauty of a woman. Only remembering it was her brother in a woman's body after she had pushed her way into the room. "We have a problem..." Arawen said frantically. "Ok....just, not so loud please." Rin said, rubbing her temples as she listened to her gender swapped sibling's explanation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 20:01:09</strong>
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				“Ahhhhhhh…. that’s…. so…. goooUUUD!” The younger brother grunted as his orgasm built up and he splurged a healthy portion of thick, salty cum into Aimee’s mouth. “Yes… nice… they weren’t lying about you, were they?” He panted rhetorically, sliding out of Aimee’s mouth and reaching down to pull up his trousers. “Now gulp that down and sit your big ass on the bed. I promised you some answers.”<br><br>It transpired that Taran, Arawn and Rin’s younger sibling, had arrived at Windurst the day the others had all left. Something about a business proposition for his brother yet, after searching high and low he’d been unable to find them. He looked similar enough to Arawn that the mog had let him into his brother’s room where he’d set up camp to await return, punctuated with some extended trips around town looking for clues which usually ended up with Taran in the tavern getting steaming drunk. After two weeks without sight nor scent he caught his first lead; one which took him via a circuitous route involving the Drowned Cat owner and a tavern keeper in Jeuno to the collector that’d sent Aimee, Arawn and Rin in search of his wife.<br><br>“…to cut a long story short, the man hired me – something about having a blood link making it possible to activate the portal – and gave me a handsome amount of gold for expenses.”<br><br>“So we can go home?! You have a way to open the portal?” Aimee exclaimed excitedly. Her eyes shone with anticipation – she’d still be nothing but a cat-slave in Vanadiel but at least it was home!<br><br>“Don’t get excited sweetie. There’s a little more too it than that but I’ll wait for big bro and Rin before I get into it. No offense but you don’t look too clever and I’d hate to waste my breath.” Taran winked at Aimee.<br>Although she’d only just met him his harsh words seemed a little forced, like it was out of character for him – maybe he was just asserting his dominance because she was a slave – another ‘boy’ who was excited over a new toy to play with.<br>“So, I landed in that world with all the religious crazies, followed your trail but was a week or two late. Then I got stuck in that delightful world with the beautiful beach and the beautiful girls… you guys were lucky you left when you did because it all turn to orc-dung after that! Then I landed in this world but 300 miles east! I’ve certainly had a scrape or two since landing.” Taran circled his shoulder at a remembered injury. ”I heard all about your little theft, with the poor sailor’s engagement ring!” He chuckled and shook his head slightly. “My big brother never could keep his hands to himself could he?” A bigger smile, Taran seemed to have genuine affection for his older brother. “Anyway, I wouldn’t head back to that region anytime soon, there’s a bounty on all your heads.”<br>Aimee flashed a soft, guilty smile. She’d felt awful about stealing that poor boy’s ring.<br>“Anyway. All this talking and staring at your tits has made me pretty horny. I think round two’s in order, then I’ll go fill my brother in.” Taran smirked mischievously as he reached for Aimee’s breasts. He took them in his hands, weighed them gently and had a little squeeze before guiding Aimee onto her back.<br><br>Aimee was happy to keep him occupied, she needed to think of what to do! She couldn’t let Taran discover his big brother was now a big sister!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Step right up (A Skyrim story) [Mannik &amp; Tiaan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 20:51:49</strong>
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				Luckily for Aimee, Taran was a blood relative of Rin. Which meant it would actually be possible for her to get off from his attentions. That was, if he could keep them up long enough. He was certainly enthusiastic about fucking his brother's little cat slave. He didn't waste too much time on foreplay, simply fondling her tits while he rubbed his saliva slicked cock against her pussy before sliding it in.<br><br><br>His balls slapped against her rear as he thrust into her eagerly, his cock throbbing hotly inside her with his excitement. "Ooh....your tight little cunt is wonderful!" He says with a wide grin, his thrusts increasing in speed, his moans growing heavier and louder as more of his pre dribbled out inside her. "Mmmm.....I bet a little cum dump like you loves having a nice thick cock inside you." He teases, though his cock isn't as big as Arawn's is....or was rather.<br><br><br>Again and again his hips slam into hers, driving himself closer and closer to a second climax, his balls starting to tighten in anticipation of their release. He grins mischievously before suddenly pulling out, leaving Aimee's heated passage empty and wanting before rather ungraciously shoving his thick shaft into the tight pucker of her ass.<br><br><br>His head tilts back as he hammers into her back door just as eagerly and forcefully as he had her slick cunt. His hand slaps hard against her ass a moment before he hits his peak, groaning out in pleasure as his cock begins to throb and spurt, spitting his hot and sticky seed deep into her bowels. "Ah....such a lovely ass you have." He teases with a grin, giving a few more slow thrusts before pulling out, letting his salty leavings drip from her abused tail hole.<br><br><br>-----<br><br><br>Arawen explained the situation, and why she was naked anxiously, hoping Rin would have an idea about what to do. A tracking spell, or a clairvoyance charm or something. But in her current state, all the red headed mage could do is rub her temples and groan, barely even able to remember what happened last night, much less what the men actually looked like. "Where's Aimee?" She asked, thinking that the mithra's safety was a bit more important that Arawen's belongings.<br><br><br>"I don't know." Arawen confessed, just as they heard a familiar moaning through the walls. After a moment she looked at Rin. "My guess, in there." She said, and Rin just rolled her eyes. "Right...well if she's with one of the men from last night, then we could get your things back...just....help me find my pants." Rin said, starting to search the room. The fun of the previous evening had taken place in Arawen's room, so Rin had managed to avoid getting robbed as well....she was just so drunk and tired when she returned that she didn't exactly keep track of her clothes as she tossed them aside and fell into bed.<br><br><br>Didn't take long for her to throw on the crumpled mess of last night's clothes and straighten her hair before going out into the hall. She knocked on Taran's door just as she heard his moaning climax. "I know you have Aimee in there, so just open up!" The mage called through the door, at this point about ready to blow it down with a fire ball. She was hungover, and her bro- sister had been robbed. She wasn't in a very good mood, and whoever this man was would be lucky to get a hello instead of a kick to the junk at this point.
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