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[Jezebel1669]

Kuruni Morcorm, 'relaxing' in the Royal Palace

Kuruni couldn't help but smile with joy as her Master's seed flowed down her throat. When she'd first entered the chamber she expected to be punished for her tardiness, but instead Lord Cortgrake was allowing her the gift of his seed. She didn't waste a drop, keeping her Master's cock buried deep within her throat until his last jerking thrust into her mouth finished emptying his balls into her unworthy stomach.

Only when she was absolutely certain that every drop had been swallowed did Kuruni tilt her head back, letting the shrivelling cockhead slide up into her mouth where she carefully ran her tongue over it, cleaning as much of the shaft as she could as it slipped out of her mouth, clear of any sign that her Master had orgasmed at all.

Turning around without saying a word the Elven whore dropped to her knees, presenting her backside to her Master as an acknowledgement of his sovereignty over it. After all it wasn't really her ass at all, it was his, to do with and gift to anyone he chose, any time he chose. Crossing her ankles, left over right, and resting her hands in their appointed place Kuruni spread her cheeks apart, letting her Master, and by coincidence the nearby guards, inspect every inch of her crotch and anus, all recently shaved, plucked and polished and made ready for her Master should he choose to make use of her.

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"I am yours, forever and always, Master," she said humbly, before placing her forehead against the cold stone floor and simply waiting. Sometimes it would be only seconds before Lord Cortgrake decided to take his pet, and other time he'd leave her waiting hours before simply ordering her to leave. On one occasion he'd left her there in his chambers for three days and nights, shivering naked in the cold after the fire had burnt itself out, before returning to find his pet still waiting for him to decide her fate, and dying for a pee.

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Character Profile: Kuruni Morcorm, traitorous Elven whore​

 

[Jezebel1669]

Ingrid Brokenborn, making camp in a mountain pass on the border of Zoridea

For a moment Ingrid was shocked to hear of the ambassador's fate, but only for a moment. When she remembered back to her own dark secret, as well as the treatment she'd received once she'd kearnt the truth, the fact her father had been willing to imprison a emissary of peace came as no surprise.

Raising an eyebrow at the mage's antics Ingrid's mind began to ponder the uses of such a spell, especially if she could learn it for herself and successfully combine it with her swordplay. The ability to jump past an opponent's guard and strike from an unexpected quarter, a powerful ability indeed.

She was just about to ask the elf about the spell when he offered his hand and she was forced by protocol to lean forwards to shake it, once again causing the burns covering her backside to send spikes of pain through her body. She winced involuntarily, and immediately felt ashamed at herself for showing such weakness in front of her new companion.

"The wounds are... in a very tender location," the knight responded to the mage's inquiry. "They were given to me as a mark of the utmost disrespect imaginable, by none other than the King himself. I have since left his service." As she spoke Ingrid cast her eyes down at the ground, the dishonour of the wounds and her own betrayal hanging heavily on her shoulders. She was branded a traitor both in body and in deed, and she deserved to suffer for her treachery.

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Character Profile: Ingrid Brokenborn, disgraced Knight of the Realm​

 

[Stalzyn]

Vladmir Cortgrake: Wing two of the royal palace. Gadriz.

Vladmir stroked his cock while watching his pet Kuruni the elven whore assume her rightful position. He knew what it cost him to turn her into the obedient cunt she now was. How he'd begged the king to spare her life after that first night that the king tasted her sweat nectar. Taking responsibility even of her undeserving body and receiving punishments for the many nights that she fucked up before the hot tempered king. He couldn't forget how many times he'd denied himself her once tight holes just to punish her by depriving of sex. Now sex to Kuruni was like gold to a goblin. Both inseparable. Coming back to the present, to the round ass and moist cunt raised high awaiting his decision. He nodded affirmatively. It had all been worth it.
Vladmir positioned himself behind her, he rubbed his bulbous head on wet pussy lips, and poked it at her erect clit. Not in the mood to tease he grabbed hold of her thin waist and rammed into her silky depths. As always with him, he could feel her pussy walls stretching

 

[Stalzyn]

...as his giant shaft pushed its way in.
"Count yourself fortunate, my Elven cunt. My blood boils heavily today and i'll have only you cool it." Vladmir said amidst clenched teeth.
He paused inside her, enjoying the feeling of her walls around his thick girth, basking in the heat of her used up hole. "Fucking wench!" Vladmir growled in pleasure then delievered a quick slap to her ass. He gripped her hair and pulled her up so that she knelt, making him go deeper and be gripped tighter by her contrasting muscles. Vladmir has always looked down at his tool with pride. Of all the men, both living and dead that had used the nympho slave, only he could fill her depths and march her walls. Only he could stretch her and leave her cunt raw-red and tired.
"You're mine to do as i please." he whispered into her ear, claiming his already owned slave. He grabbed her massive round tits and started jack hammering into her, using quick hard strokes. His balls slapping at her behind and her moans of ectasy the only sound.

 

[Stalzyn]

The Messenger: The mountainous border of Zoridea

Perched upon a summit of a mountain, a three eyed eagle stood, watching at the two creatures by the little fire....waiting.
Kokkol could only watch, wait and offer mild assistance when they need it. He can't protect them, can't harm them, can't strengthen or weaken them, can't save or destroy them. Only watch. Watch and give words.

 

[Othermoose]

Kalatar nodded somberly adding up what the knight had told him. "If the king... Forced himself on you, I can heal any damage he caused to you. And I can brew a special tea to... Spare you from carrying his child." The elf said, clearly uncomfortable about the subject. "And there is no dishonor in leaving a leader such as that. Your vows as a knight were to protect the innocent first and foremost. Unless the vows have changed since my incarnation?" Kalatar asked while preparing some herbs to brew the moon tea.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Kuruni Morcorm, 'relaxing' in the Royal Palace

"I am yours, forever and always, Master," Kuruni recited, as she'd been taught on all those long, hard, arduous nights of her training when Lord Cortgrake had broken her will, body and mind and remade her into his. Her voice wasn't a dull monotone at it had been back then however, and every word was filled with the respect and desire she held for the man who was her Master, now and forever.

Shifting his grip Vladmir grabbed hold of Kuruni's wrists, pulling her hands away from her butt and letting her cheeks close around his shaft, tightening the elven whore's grip even more. He pulled hard on her arms and began to thrust himself with a steady, pulsing rhythm right into her heart of his fucktoy's cunt.

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Closing her eyes Kuruni let her mouth fall open soundlessly, knowing better than to disturb her Master's use of her with needless moans and cries. He knew what he was doing to her, and there was no need for her to tell him how much she was enjoying being used by him. After all, this wasn't about her pleasure at all, it was about her being able to use her body to please her Master, to bring him to orgasm as he desired, whether or not that fulfilled her sordid, whorish needs or not.

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Character Profile: Kuruni Morcorm, traitorous Elven whore​

 

[Kobushido]

After traversing the forest for hours, Felix stopped at the edge of a large clearing to rest. He hadn’t eaten since that morning, and based on the scarcity of wild game in the area, it would be a while before he’d have another opportunity. Normal hunger was something he had long since become accustomed to but ever since he had made Vyshra his familiar, he had begun experiencing a deeper, more primal kind of hunger. This hunger wasn’t the kind that could be sated with meat or bread; rather it demanded the very soul of living things. If Felix didn’t find a way to sate it and soon, there was no telling what could happen.

“Asura, how long will it be before we reach the next town or city?”

Felix asked his familiar. Moments later, the Acolyte of Ice manifested herself at Felix’s side. She wore her usual red dress with the ice blade Niflheim strapped to her back. Unlike Felix’s other familiars, Asura could appear at will without fatiguing him.

“Unless I am mistaken, milord, we should be arriving at Falkreath before nightfall,” she said calmly. “Will you be riding upon Javryx for the remainder of the journey?” Felix gave her a small nod.

“I believe that is a wise decision. Even summoners do not risk being in the forest after nightfall.”

Reaching into his pocket, Felix pulled out a small ceremonial knife. He held out his other hand and pressed the blade against his palm until blood began to drip onto the ground where his shadow was.

“Great Lupine of the Shadows, become the abyss that devours the light. Come forth, Javryx.”

His shadow quickly began to change shape, growing larger and darker as it took on the form of a wolf. By the time the transformation was complete, Javryx had reached eight feet tall and fourteen feet in length. Felix climbed atop Javryx and sat just behind its shoulders.

“Javryx, our destination is Falkreath. I wish to be there before the sun sets. Will you be able to accomplish this?”

Javryx nodded its large head and began trotting in the direction of the city. Over the next few minutes, it had accelerated to the point that trees were streaking by in a green and brown blur. Javryx suddenly stopped as someone or something stepped into its path.

 

[Stalzyn]

The Messenger: The forest path to Falkreath

Perched upon a fallen tree, an eagle with red feathers, black beak and strangely three eyes blocked the path of the mortal summoner called Felix. Kokkol nodded to the beast Javryx who recognising him halted. He sent out a mental note to his three familiars, commanding them not to reveal his identity.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Ingrid Brokenborn, making camp in a mountain pass on the border of Zoridea

Blushing as she remembered the looks on the faces of the lords and ladies of the court as her anus had been repeatedly sodomised by their king, her father, Ingrid turned her face away from the healer in shame. "Pregnancy won't be a problem, not with the dishonour I've endured," she said, wondering whether this stranger could really aid her in her suffering, and whether she even deserved any aid.

With a deep sigh she turned her gaze out over the valley below, to where the lights of her new destination were beginning to glitter in the gathering dusk. "As for my vows, protection of the innocent was something the old king honoured. As for the new one... he demanded nothing but absolute obedience and servitude, nothing more nothing less." As she spoke Ingrid's mind flashed back to some of the deeds she'd performed in the name of the King, and her body shuddered in disgust at her own behaviour. "Often the people of the land were treated as nothing more than playthings and pawns, and at the time I told myself it was for the Greater Good that such acts were necessary. Now however..."

The fallen knight's voice trailed off as once more she remembered her own shame and dishonour, her mind seemingly unable to think of anything else as the burning pain in her backside shot sharp messages into her brain. "Now I see the King for the vile monster he truly is."

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Character Profile: Ingrid Brokenborn, disgraced Knight of the Realm​

 

[Stalzyn]

Vladmir Cortgrake: Wing two of the royal palace, Gardriz.

"Useless elven scroll," Vladmir grunted as he thrusted, as always he intended taking out all his frustrations on her. "Just like you cunt, useless and worthless alive only to service my cock." he groaned as his balls boiled, the familiar churning feeling that always left a man dazed.
Wanting to last longer, the imperial general slowed his pace and willed himself, her pussy worked like a milking machine...always efficient in milking him dry. To punish her Vladmir threw his hand to her clit, fingering and flickering the erect bud. His other hand went to her front, kneading and massaging her massive knockers while playfully pinching and tweading her nipples. She gasped and her breath increased, her body tensed and as he began sawing in fast again...her pussy wall contracted hard on his large tool. She was close but even at the verge he had forbidded her from cumming before him.
With eyes shut and teeth gritted he rammed into her like an enraged bull, knowing that his will to last will be crumbling any time soon

 

[Stalzyn]

Ellerzit Radgriek: Rebel Camp, outskirt of Falkreath

"What will the king want the Fire Crystal for?" Rosgar asked scratching his scraggy beard. "That's not the question, why should the king even want any of the ancient Crystals in the first place?" came Terrowin's voice, an aged dwarf. They were in a large hall called the center. It was built like the colloseum, the arena of Rome. Behind the colloseum was a smaller hall that only Ellerzit had entered, he called it the hall of seven.
"If you ask me, i can only think of one purpose," the hobbit who was regarded as the wisest among them all spoke up. "The ancient Crystals can only do two things, these are to seal and open ancient gates. In the empire, there are only four ancient gates, and only one is sealed."
"The gate of Kelga." Ellerzit confirmed. The hobbit nodded, "The very one."
"It can't be." Terrowin blared out, "only a lunatic will dare try to open Kelga."
Ellerzit only sighed and made for the raised platform "I see no greater lunatic in the kingdom than the king."

 

[Jezebel1669]

Kuruni Morcorm, 'relaxing' in the Royal Palace

As her Master's hands explored her body Kuruni felt her pleasure soaring, and her orgasm teetering on the edge of fulfillment, but she fought it back, holding herself on the edge if all her willpower so as not to disappoint her Master. Never without permission, never without permission, never without permission, she recited to herself over and over as Lord Cortgrake roughly seized her tit between his fingers and yanked her nipple hard.

The elvish whore gasped loudly, the pain almost too much to bear as her juices splashed out of her cunt, puddling on the floor around her knees. She flushed, terrified what her Master might do to her for soiling his chambers with her filthy, filthy elf slime. The last time she'd made a mess he'd called for the dogs to be brought, and then watched as they'd used her until she'd lapped up every last drop of her filth, which had taken all the longer as she'd kept adding to the mess as each of the beasts had mounted and used her in turn.

Finally her Master relented and moved his hand from her cunt and grabbed her hair with juice-stained fingers. Yanking her up her forced the elven whore down on top of his desk, bending her over the rough wooden surface as he ploughed his cock even deeper inside her. As her face was pressed against the flat surface, her Master's hand pressing down hard to pin her face against the wood, Kuruni's eyes fluttered open and suddenly the words of her people were laid bare in front of her.

The memory of what she'd done to them, and many others of her race since then, rushed through her mind, as well as the rewards she'd received from her Master she they'd been paraded through the courtyard and she'd ridden his cock for them all to see and to know who it was that had brought them low. The feelings of shame, desire, disgust and subservient lust were too much to bare, and with her pussy clutching tightly on her Master's shaft Kuruni let out a wild cry of sheer ecstasy as the pleasure finally overwhelmed her.

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Character Profile: Kuruni Morcorm, traitorous Elven whore​

 

[Othermoose]

"And that's why you mustn't give up!" Kalatar said forcefully. "How many knights stay with that tyrant, despite the fact they know he's cruel and insane? How many innocent people will die at the orders of that monster? You are not disgraced! You have nothing to be ashamed of! Loyalty is a good trait, but not blind loyalty. Should a person follow their commander into the abyss just because of a vow? And what if the person you swore to serve changes? Surely then, after a leader has gone mad, you can forgive yourself for leaving. You chose to carve your own path, to do what you think is right. You are not disgraced Ingrid, you're a hero." The elf said with determination and certainty. After a moment Kalatar looked back at the blonde knight. "Now will you allow me to heal you, my lady? You seem to be in a great deal of pain." Kalatar said, anxious to ease the woman's discomfort.

 

[Kobushido]

Felix looked down from atop Javryx to see a large three-eyed bird standing in their path. It must have said something to his familiars because he felt the wolf enter a calm submissive state and sensed Asura’s reluctance through the empathic they shared. When he turned around and gave her a quizzical look, she gave him a reassuring smile. Facing forward again, he saw the glow of vast intelligence in the bird’s eyes. Acting on a hunch, Felix spoke in the old tongue.

“Greetings and good fortune, wise one. I must say that I’m quite impressed with your ability to make a Nightwolf submissive and have my companion keep something secret from me. Now, is there something you require of me?”

While Felix was talking, he had been composing the necessary invocation to summon the only weapon he possessed. With Asura sitting behind him, she would be unable to draw her sword so he needed to be ready to fight if it came to that.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Ingrid Brokenborn, making camp in a mountain pass on the border of Zoridea

Tossing her sword down in frustration Ingrid rose to her feet. The elf didn't understand the depth of her shame, or the mark she'd placed upon herself by her disloyalty. "My vow wasn't to the man, it was to the Crown. It was to the people of the realm who I stood for and served. The King is merely the manifest will of the people, the one they chose to lead them, and if he is a bad king then it's because the people chose poorly, and my vow still stands to follow his orders, no matter the consequences."

As she paced around the fire, the burnt wound stinging her anus with each step, Ingrid waved her hands about, trying to get the alien to understand the importance of her honour, and exactly what it meant for her to have turned her back on her duty. "If a commander orders their troops into the abyss, it is their duty to obey. If the commander is good and pure of purpose any order will be in the best interests of the realm, and even if ordered to their deaths their troops know that their sacrifice will be for the benefit of the people."

Collapsing down onto the ground, her empty hands hanging in her lap as her eyes dropped to stare at them Ingrid sobbed loudly. The pent-up emotions of the last few weeks finally overcoming her as the tears began to flow down her cheeks. "The realm has fallen into the hands of a madman, and he means to bring about nothing but death and destruction in the name of his own foul desires, but where does that leave me, where is my place when the man who represents the realm is himself the enemy of his own people?"

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Character Profile: Ingrid Brokenborn, disgraced Knight of the Realm​

 

[Othermoose]

Kalatar slowly approached the sobbing woman. He sat down beside her and gently rubbed her back. "I didn't wish to upset you so, my lady. Humans and elves merely think differently. Our race is immortal, and we can't afford to blindly follow. We're... Fickle. We follow our own path, choosing what we believe is the correct way over what someone tells us. We have a king, and we are loyal to him, but he isn't infallible like a human king. If an elvish king or queen is cruel or mad, we remove them and choose a better ruler. Truly choose, not just replace the ruler with their child. Your king wasn't chosen by the people. The sire of his bloodline, perhaps, but that was centuries ago. King Guedur is only king because his father was. Tell me this: if a ruler wasn't truly chosen by his people, how can he speak for them?" The elf asked, trying to consol the weeping knight.

 

[Stalzyn]

Vladmir Cortgrake: Wing two of the royal palace. Gardriz.

Just as his dam was about to break, his pet quivered, quaked and shivered beneath him. Her body writhed as her spasming cunt climaxed. Vladmir smiled cruely, he has achived his aim and now have a reason to punish her next time, not that he even needed one to do so. The general gripped Kuruni's thin waist and plunged into her time and again, making squeesh sounds as his thick shaft massaged her silky depths. With a loud guttural growl, he erupted in her, his vile seed filled her used up hole and dripped down her thighs.
Vladmir withdrew from her and made for the bath, he stopped at the door and turned to her, "it seems you have forgotten your lessons. I'll have you pay for this disrespect later...but for now," he snapped his neck then pointed to the scroll among the broken table. "i want you to look at the elven scroll among that rubble. Find out the location of the Fire Crystal." before working out he turned to his vampire. "And get me Xeste."

 

[Stalzyn]

The Messenger: The forest path to Falkreath

Kokkol beamed inside, this mortal was at least knowledgeable. Seeing his intent he spoke "Fear not human, i do not wish to harm you." not that he could if he wanted, "i only bare message. Your destiny awaits in Falkreath." he stated simply. Readying for flight.

 

[Stalzyn]

Ellerzit Radgriek: Rebel camp, outskirt of Falkreath.

"Radgriek, you must let them go. Send the men out. Staying here like this, achieving nothing while consuming provisions isn't helping our course." Rosgar bellowed out.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Kuruni Morcorm, 'relaxing' in the Royal Palace

Barely needing to glance at the scroll Kuruni could already discern the rough area the gem would most likely be. The elven script told of an old legend among her people, one she'd been taught as a bedtime story by her mother when she was a mere babe. As she lay bent over the table, her eyes wandering the line the whore licked her lips, reminded yet again just how far she'd fallen as the mixture of sexual juices dripped down her legs and onto the floor beneath her.

Glancing over her shoulder she wondered for a moment if she should hold back the information she knew, using it to garner favour from her Master or bargaining it for another taste of his cock, but with a shudder the thought of being locked away in the tower, her cunt sealed inside a chastity belt and her hands tied behind her back as she had been the last time her Master had caught her trying to play games with him quickly changed her mind.

"My Lord, I do not require time to tell you that the stone will be found on an island to the East. While I may not know which one now I'm sure I'll be able to decipher the rest of the script while we travel to the coast," she quickly called out, hoping Lord Cortgrake wouldn't take offense at being called out to like some ignorant servant, or by her presumption that he'd take her along with him.

She could probably have sent word of her findings by either messenger bird or more magical means but the thought of her Master's cock being taken so far away from her for the length of time a search of the off-shore islands would take was almost as unbearable as the thought of forced chastity. "And I'm certain i could offer other reasons to be taken along with you," the elven slut added as she reached back and began to probe her cum-stained cunt with her fingertips, making sure her Master had a good view as she toyed with herself for him.

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Character Profile: Kuruni Morcorm, traitorous Elven whore​

 

[Jezebel1669]

Ingrid Brokenborn, making camp in a mountain pass on the border of Zoridea

"The ruler is chosen by the Goddess. It is she who blesses him the Divine Right to rule over the lands, having granted him family purity of heart, mind and deed for all time. If She was mistaken, what hope is there for any of us." It was hard listening to the Elf as he profaned the very core of Ingrid's beliefs. Everything she'd worked so hard for, had dedicated her life in service for was being called into question, but even as she said the words the pain in her anus reminded her just how hollow it all seemed.

Raising her head Ingrid looked out over the green, fertile valley below, the natural beauty stirring her heart even in these dark times. "He cannot be the true king," she finally said, her voice full of confident certainty. "He is a pretender, a usurper who has seized the Throne from the true heir." It was the only thing which made any sense to the pious and righteous knight. If Guedur were not the true heir, and instead was an imposter, then it made perfect sense that the Goddess would not have ordained his rule. If that were the case Ingrid's decision to leave his service would itself be by holy ordination.

If only there was some way to be certain, some sign that her path was truly blessed, then the knight would be truly dedicated to her new fate. As she sat pondering the problem the burning between her legs seemed to grow worse, as if punishing her for even thinking such heretical and traitorous thoughts. Wincing sharply she shifted her buttocks, trying to once again take pressure off of her humiliating wound.

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Character Profile: Ingrid Brokenborn, disgraced Knight of the Realm​

 

[Othermoose]

"We can discuss philosophy later, you're injured! I can't stand to see you wince everytime you move!" Kalatar said, summoning a forcefulness he didn't know he possesed. "Lie on your stomach and remove your pants and undergarments." Kalatar said, trying to keep the same forceful tone. He was suprised when the knight agreed to his demands, pulling her pants and panties down to her knees. Kalatar couldn't help but gasp at the woman's firm ass when it was revealed to him. He discreetly adjusted his arousal before pulling a small jar of green paste from his bag. "I'm going to spread this over your... The inflicted area. It will help ease your discomfort and increase the healing spell. I'm also going to have to put my finger inside of you to properly heal you." Kalatar said doing his best to sound professional.

After a moment of Ingrid raising no objection, Kalatar knelt down next to the woman. She wordlessly spread her cheeks for him, and again Kalatar gasped, put this time not in arosal. Ingrid's asshole was red and swollen, the sensitive skin surrounding it red and burned. "You poor thing..." Kalatar said as he began to gently spread the salve around Ingrid's sensitive asshole. "This will hurt to begin with, but once I begin the spell the pain will leave you. Just try to stay relaxed." The elf said as he scooped a large glob of the green cream onto his finger. He began to gently massage the cream into the outside of Ingrid's swollen asshole before aligning his finger with the entrance. "I'm going to put my finger inside, then after a moment I'll begin the spell. I apologize in advance for the pain." Kalatar said slowly slipping his finger into Ingrid's red asshole. He heard her stifle a pained groan as her tight muscles tried to expel his finger. He ignored her discomfort and slid his finger in up to the knuckle.

He waited for a moment to allow her abused flesh to absorb the salve. "Ok Ingrid. I'm going to start the healing spell now. This spell basically switches the pain to pleasure. The cream I applied will only increase this sensation. But I will not judge any reaction you have, nor should you be upset with yourself. Your body will just react naturally." Kalatar said before applying the magic to his finger. He watched as the cream spread between Ingrid's firm asscheeks began to glow slightly as the healing spell began to work. He heard her pained whimpers begin to change to pleasured pants. "The healing spell takes about five minutes to work, sometimes longer. Just be patient, and this will all be over." Kalatar said focusing his magic to increase its potency.

 

[Kobushido]

“Falkreath? That works out well. My companion and I were on our way there anyway. Thank you for the information, wise one. Farewell and may the heavens smile upon you.”

With that, Felix directed Javryx to go around the bird and continue on their way. They travelled for a few more hours before reaching Falkreath, and the sun was just beginning to set. Felix dismounted from Javryx and helped Asura climb down before sending Javryx back into his shadow. They decided to not waste any time and started searching for an inn to stay the night at.

 

[Stalzyn]

Vladmir Cortgrake: Wing two of the royal palace. Gardriz.

Vladmir flinched at her statement, he couldn't deny the fact that he needed her on the quest, but he hated to think he'll be lost without her aid. And that's what she was making it seem like. With inhuman speed that can only be gained from sorcery, he stood in front of her, shoved her teasing fingers away, and forcefully plunged his fist into her gaping hole. Her eyes flew open and her mouth took up a big O. She shuddered in his hands and bit down hard on her lips to stifle her moans.
"Don't you dare think you're important to me in this mission. If i am taking you along it is for my pleasure. Nothing more. Part from your cunt and your sword and you'll be useless to me." he hissed into her ear. He withdrew his hand and walked towards the door.
"Get your filty self to the stables, i want the horses ready for tommorrow." he commanded calmly now facing the window. Kuruni walking naked to the stables down was not enough humilation for his pet. She deserved more. More.