The start of a longer Adventure, a mixture of lust and action.
(Set in Skyrim's future, I hope to have told a tale that both delights and intrigues. I will not apologise for the liberties I have taken with Skyrims future.)
The invisibility potions were worth their weight in not only gold but also ingredients, weapons and armour.
Hild Glentoran crept through the forsworn camp, happy with how the last six months had gone. Since hearing stories of the fabled Dragonborn years before, he'd desperately wanted to travel Skyrim and become an adventurer and had spent the last few months doing just that. It reached the point that Hild's name had reached the ears of the Jarl of Markarth, who'd tasked him with the return of items stolen by the Forsworn to reunite them with their respective owners. Risky, but exactly the sort of thing he was proficient in.
As he searched for specific items, including the statue of Dibella from the temple, he heard a gang of Forsworn nearby, cheering and laughing at something unseen.
Intrigued, he crept up to a safe vantage point where he could see an orgy occurring, well illuminated by a large fire. He could see several couples fucking, with single men masturbating around them. The biggest group by far appeared to be focused upon a single woman who, judging by the number of cocks inside her, appeared to have been made airtight.
Never having been involved in such a group himself, Hild found the sight arousing, watching as the men penetrated, cheering and moaning as they constantly swapped participants and holes. He watched as a Forsworn who'd been fucking her ass changed to insert his cock in her mouth, with no complaints from the other participants, even though Hild noticed the woman appeared to struggle with either the length or the taste.
Yet as Hild stared he realised that while all the other participants wore classic forsworn pelts and bones, the woman involved in the group wore ripped clothing, her hair a mess. Yet, as he focused on her actions and the noises she was making. it became apparent she wasn't Forsworn, but appeared to be a Nord.
Anger running through him, and checking he had an appropriate supply of potions, he swiftly sent a bone arrow through the eye of a participant. Another person was falling when the Forsworn realised they were under attack. Still, due to the darkness and a hefty supply of invisibility potions, it was unclear to them where the assault was coming from. A third and fourth Forsworn fell before they figured out his rough direction and, leaving their victim in the dust as they collected their weapons, began to encircle the area Hild had been firing arrows from.
Or at least, where he had been. He'd snuck through the camp as the savages collected their weapons, feeling lucky that there didn't appear to be a magic user who could detect his presence. Taking the confused woman by the hand, he appeared briefly to advise her to 'drink this if she wanted to live', this being an invisibility potion.
Despite her ordeal she was still able to follow Hild's instructions and, when both of them were invisible, hand in hand they headed towards the cliff edge which Hild had climbed up undetected earlier. As Hild lacked the time to take things so carefully on the way down, and what with the woman seeming weak and in shock from her ordeal, Hild was forced to carry her down the cliff, carefully navigating the rocks until, finally, he reached his horse, relieved he remained tied to a tree.
In being dark he assumed it was too far from the camp for anyone to see but not trusting that someone wouldn't come looking, he quickly hauled the woman up on the saddle before sitting before her, he ensured she was stable before heading off back in the direction of the nearest village, where he had lodging at the inn.
"Where we going?" He heard his companion ask wearily as he slowed after a few minutes, happy that no one was following.
"Old Hroldan," he informed her, now riding at a steady pace.
"That's where I've been staying," she admitted in surprise, "my cousin and Grandfather own the Inn. I'm Ysolna."
"That is good," he admitted, "they will be able to look after you."
The rest of the journey wasn't long, an hour at most, but Hild could feel Ysolna struggling to stay awake behind him, clearly still affected by her time as a captive. He felt guilty that he'd let it go on for so long, that he'd even touched himself as he watched her be penetrated. He hadn't known, he told himself, but he still felt responsible. Shor's Bones, he'd just been there to relieve the Forsworn of the items they'd stolen in the first place, but all this time, should he have been doing more?
Reaching the Inn, Hild was greeted by the Reach guards, the now bustling village deemed valuable enough to be protected by its Jarl in Markarth. In his short time here, where he'd been sleeping under the stars, he'd formed a good relationship with the guards, always helpful for any adventurer who might not know when they would need help, but when they saw the state of the figure he was carrying they drew their weapons out of fear.
"I need a healer!" Hild called out to the nearest guard, a Nord he'd been flirting with. Hild had hoped that when he returned with the items she would be grateful enough to bed him, but he now had other priorities. "She was captured by the Forsworn. I think I left them miles behind, but be on your guard." Stopping outside the inn he dismounted before pulling Ysolna into his arms, carrying her over the threshold of the building. Nodding at the ghost known to frequent the building, he was greeted by a cry of surprise from the barman, a grizzled old man in his seventies.
"Orkey's Beard! Ferra!" He called out to someone in another room, a young woman running out in surprise at the shout. "It's Ysolna! She's alive!"
Seeing that this Ferra bore obvious similarities to Ysolna, it was clear she was the cousin.
"The guards are bringing a healer," he informed them, still holding her as if she had no weight, "where can I put her?"
"She has a room by the bar," Ferra told him as she stared at her cousin in shock, taking in the state of her clothing and the now dried blood that had run down her legs, "Skuli," she barked at the old innkeeper, "I'm going to need boiled water and clean rags." Marching into the room, as Hild followed on behind he could see her clearing the table, sweeping the items into the nearest chest.
The room was tight but Ferra moved out of the way to allow Hild to lay Ysolna onto the bed, bending carefully and slowly. She had been through enough, the least he could do was be careful with her.
"Go and pour yourself an ale," Ferra instructed him, placing a hand on his shoulder in thanks, "you've done so much, thank you. If Skuli asks, tell him to get on with it."
Feeling exhausted he followed the instructions, the bar empty apart from the Ghost drinking by the door. As Hild sat at one of the tables Skuli came back in, not only carrying the water and rags but with company in tow. A wood elf if Hild was any judge, likely the healer. If the Innkeeper was bothered by Hild's full mug he didn't show it, instead showing the elf straight into Ysolna's room.
"Imperial," he called over to Hild, who stood slowly, walking to the bar where Skuli appeared to be searching for something, "you look exhausted. Once you've finished your pint, the Tiber Septim room is yours for as long as you need it, free of charge." Standing up, he handed a key over. "It's the least I can offer you for all you've done for my granddaughter."
Nodding, Hild drained the ale, the refreshing cold helping him wake up somewhat.
"Thank you," he answered, placing his arm across his chest in gratitude, "but I do not expect a reward for doing the right thing."
"And I will not have it said that I am not grateful," Skuli commanded, "so take the bed warrior, you look done in."
Nodding, Hild took the key and entered the room. Seeing a double bed, he took nothing else in as he stripped naked and slid under the sheets. As he lay on his back he fell to sleep instantly.
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He didn't know how many hours it had been, the room was dark when he awoke, but he woke groggy, not having woken naturally but instead from a sensation within his groin. Uncovering himself he could see a figure laying on the bed with him, the sensation being their mouth wrapped around his cock.
"That's... you..." Hild couldn't quite get the words out, but the figure at his groin removed him from their mouth as they noted he was awake.
