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Talena and Alishah had finally married in the town of Riften at the Temple of Mara. It was the happiest day of Talena’s life, and a surprisingly busy one too. Friends and companions came from all over Skyrim to be there, wish her well and deliver gifts aplenty. The ceremony was perfect, and Alishah stunned in a long orange dress, white gloves and golden wire tying her short hair into a lovely curl. Talena herself spent a good deal of coin on her own wedding gown; a sleek white one that hugged her figure and flowed out like a waterfall. They both looked beautiful.
When they exchanged rings and were finally allowed to kiss, the roof was near lifted off by the cheering that erupted in the temple. Mjoll whooped with joy and threw her fist up in the air, while Erandur clapped and whistled with his fingers in his mouth. Hera bawled with laughter when she caught the bouquet of flowers Talena tossed over her shoulder. Now fate meant she would be next to wed, and she looked at her partner, Maya, with a grin. Even the Jarl’s steward, Anuriel, was there. She had brought a lovely bouquet of flowers as well as some fancy wine.
Mjoll and Aerin had very kindly to offer putting the revellers up at their home, and adorned the entire house with decorations, lanterns, bunting, platters of food and even a small group of bards that played the drums, flutes and lute. It was a magical experience with much cheer, drinking, song and – of course – the wedding dance between Talena and her bride. She clung to Alishah’s body throughout their dance, beaming as she smelled the scent of her wife.
It was such a strange experience for Talena to be so happy. Certainly, the last nine months had been paradise as she and Alishah had resided in Falkreath. The pair had a wonderful home, plenty of friends, a beautiful town as well as the occasional rumour or quest to indulge their adventurous spirit. They loved each other fiercely and could barely keep their eyes off each other.
But today? The wedding? It was utterly flawless. The weather was mild and warm, the crowds smiling and cheering, the food delectable and the music wonderful. Talena loved meeting all her old friends too, swapping stories with them, catching up on how they were, sharing memories and introducing them to her other allies. Seeing them interact was very amusing.
Mjoll seemed to take with Erandur very well, and was usually chatting with him and filling up his glass, one arm held against the wall next to him. Ardwen and Venessa discussed their shared home of Whiterun with Hera and Maya, trading stories of potions, finance and trade. J’zargo and Saayja were always talking as well of their home back in Elsweyr, and her beloved cousin was always pulling Talena into a hug and kept switching to Ta'agra, forgetting entirely that Talena never spoke it anymore.
Talena smiled. She laughed. She felt her heart lighten. For a young girl, she had suffered so much so often… but now where was safe, free, beloved and with a wedding band on her finger. Her heart felt like bursting with joy throughout the day, and long into the night. She stayed relatively sober, as wanted to remember this night, but right now she was drinking a cup of warm, mulled wine in the fresh air outside.
The night in Riften was unusually quiet, and she spotted a few owls flitting through the dark sky as moonlight shimmered off their wings. A few guards patrolled with torches, and one nodded at her, congratulating her on her happy day. She could also just see the distant Bee and Barb, which was also full of cheer and revelry and alcohol. Talena sipped her wine and hummed in appreciation.
“Thought I’d find you out here,” Alishah said as she slipped out of the house, the raucous cheering behind her silencing as the door closed.
“Needed some fresh air. It’s wonderful seeing everyone again, but can be a little…” Talena began, then paused. She didn’t know what to say.
“Overwhelming?” Alishah offered, taking hold of Talena’s fuzzy hand.
“That sounds right. There’s so many people in there…” Talena motioned to the muffled noises and singing behind the door. Alishah chuckled softly, her voice low and velvety smooth.
“Well, you’re a popular girl. They’re all here to see you.”
“And I am so appreciative to see them all again…” Talena said.
“Plus, all their amazing wedding gifts,” Alishah smiled, and Talena gave a giggle. She knew Alishah was only joking, and would never be that shallow.
“That too. But even if it was just me and you here, this would still be the happiest day of my life. I can’t believe how beautiful you looked walking down that isle,” Talena sighed, resting a hand against her wife’s cheek.
“You stole my line,” Alishah gasped in mock outrage, before she melted into Talena’s palm, her cheek warm. Alishah was still in her orange dress, though had taken off her gloves now. Talena spent a small second appreciating her figure and how she had curves anyone would be jealous of. It was ethereal how attractive Alishah was.
“But not only do I have you today, but all my friends from the past few years showing up as well! I’m so happy, it feels almost like it’s too much joy…” Talena tried to explain her feelings, unsure why a day as wonderful as this would make her almost uncomfortable.
Alishah walked forwards and wrapped Talena up into one of her famous warm hugs. In that moment, all worry and tension left Talena’s body, and she breathed out a calming breath. She put her arms around Talena’s waist and held her close, feeling the warmth from her dark skin. Talena breathed in deeply, taking in Alishah’s sweet floral scent and felt herself relax.
“You have had a busy day; anyone would be stressed out. Today has been planned for months, and now we’re here! All that preparation and travel and sending out invites. To lead here, married! Together as one. And as long as I stand by your side as your wife, I will never let any harm come to you again. I promise,” Alishah said, pulling back so she could look into Talena’s eyes, her amber eyes glowing with love. Talena’s heart was close to bursting again, and she felt the smallest tug of a tear in her eyes.
But the tears never came, as Alishah closed the distance to quickly kiss Talena. Her plump lips were warm with traces of wine still on them, and she groaned ever so softly as the pair shared a long, slow embrace under the moonlight. Talena had never felt more whole, more content, more at peace than right now. More than anything, she wanted to quietly slip away with her bride and head straight to the bedroom.
Their first night together as wives… it made Talena’s head swim with naughty images. The pair of them lying naked, kissing and touching and grinding, quicker and quicker until their passion overtook them. The joys they would give each other and themselves. The smiles and gasps and moans of pleasure. Simply thinking about it made Talena a little wet, and her kisses became a little more daring and provocative. Alishah began to succumb to this pressure, until she gently pulled away.
“Less of that, we can’t exactly make love right here in the street!” Alishah panted with some reluctance, the fires of desire clear in her eyes. Talena grinned.
“Fine, but I still can’t wait to get you into bed tonight.”
“Me neither. Mjoll didn’t mind putting us up for the night in a room? Hopefully the bed isn’t too creaky,” Alishah added, stroking one of Talena’s braids and tucking it behind her ear.
“No, she didn’t mind at all. As for the bed? Even if it is creaky as an old gate, I’ll not care a moment. All I care about is you.”
“Come on, let’s get back inside. I have a feeling people might notice we’re gone and suspect we’ve gone off for a quickie,” Alishah smiled, leading her bride back inside hand-in-hand.
“You know, that’s not a bad idea…” Talena said thoughtfully.
“Cheeky!” Alishah laughed back. The pair went back inside to continue the perfect night, sharing stories, indulging in food, wine and mead and occasionally casting glances at each other that only meant on thing; “Soon we can be together alone…”
It had been a few months now since the marriage ceremony, and Talena and Alishah were back home in Falkreath. Their house was a beautiful and snug little hut next to the blacksmith’s shop, and Talena was tidying up the place. Alishah was just out running errands, but would be back for lunch soon, which was bubbling away nicely in the pot by the fireplace.
Talena was organising the – frankly – enormous quantity of gifts she had received from her friends for the wedding, and was still trying to find a place to put them. Her home wasn’t the largest of dwellings, but it had a warmth and coziness to it that Alishah and her had cultivated over the months. This meant that the gifts took up space, and Talena had spent weeks moving the house around and reorganising furniture so it would all fit.
Mjoll had gifted the newlyweds a gleaming weapon rack that she had stacked with axes and swords. A little impractical, but it did catch the eye and looked interesting in its place. Ardwen provided a large medicine box filled with herbs, poultices and mixtures, the container being well-oiled and covered in a delightful red varnish. Erandur provided a marvellous bookshelf he had carefully stacked with spell tomes, reading materials and classic tales. Talena had already read through one of them. But that was just the start…
They had been gifted cookery equipment and new kitchen utensils, silk bedsheets and pillow cases, flowing clothes in the summer and thick, woolly cloaks for winter. Magically enchanted necklaces that offered good fortune, glass-lidded jewellery cases, storage chests with hardy locks. Thick rugs from The Summerset Isles, the finest mead from Skyrim, and dazzling Imperial decorations for their home. They received lucky statues, tasty food that wouldn’t spoil, alchemy ingredients, spare backpacks and coats, exotic belts, sweet treats, flowers in vases, butterflies in jars and so much more. Talena could not quite believe how many wonderful presents she had received, though much of it was still unpacked and filling their home with space.
Where will we keep all these lovely gifts?
Talena strolled to the bedroom and smoothed out the new duvet, as well as tidying up some of the cupboards and storage boxes. She rummaged through to organise a pair of lacy knickers Alishah had promised to wear soon, before her fingers knocked against a small, smooth object. Talena pulled it out and glared at the shiny surface.
Talena held her palm in front of her blue eyes, studying the item there intently. It was a small, pear-shaped metal item with a precious ruby set into the base that glistened in the firelight. Talena scowled at it, but she still could not throw it away; it was the anal plug Annalisse had forced inside her that rendered her unable to cum. It was a cruel, spiteful object created by a cruel, spiteful woman.
Annalisse. Just thinking her name caused Talena to shudder. Memories of pain and torment would always be unleashed at the merest recollection of her, and her cackling laugh as Talena wept was burned onto her mind’s eye forever. Annalisse had many, many names and her infamy stretched across the whole frozen land of Skyrim. Her infamy was matched only by her beauty.
Talena rolled the anal plug around in her palm. The magicka inside was still strong, yet Talena had never used it since her escape. She kept it around as a reminder, and for a reason to carry out this ludicrous plan her and Alishah had concocted over the many months.
Alishah… now that was a name that brought Talena nothing but hope and joy and love. The stark opposite of Annalisse in every way, and Talena turned her palm to look at the wedding band settled on her ring finger with a smile. The ring was gold, and even had the faintest blue shimmer on its edges, and sat next to its neighbour – the sapphire ring she always carried. She was the luckiest girl in the world to be joined in matrimony with her true love.
Talena heard the front door open, and Alishah called her name. Talena replied, and soon she heard the footsteps of her wife walking behind her. Yet, Talena still could not tear her eyes away from the anal plug. It wasn’t magically attracting her, of course; it was the implication it represented. That Annalisse was still out there… as was her daughter, Perri.
She felt Alishah’s warm arms wrap around her belly and hold her close. “Hey you,” her Redguard wife breathed. Talena sighed in happiness and leaned back into the hold. For a still moment, they just enjoyed each other’s proximity; the feeling of smooth, brown skin on soft, blue fur. Eventually, Alishah spoke up. “We’ll get rid of that soon,” she offered, clearly talking about the anal plug. She knew all about Annalisse and the brutal history she had with Talena.
“I can’t believe this time has gone so quickly. I was meant to settle down, find love, build a home. All that, I did. With you. Yet, this thing is always there as a reminder I still have work to do.”
“We will defeat her. We’ll save Perri, and all of the others girls, and finish this slavery operation for good. Then you can drop that thing into the sea and never think of her again,” Alishah said, snuggling against Talena’s collarbone.
“Part of me has been dreading the day we finally go to the mountain. The memories and scars I have from that place are… long-lasting,” Talena sighed sadly, gripping the anal plug tightly in her fist with anger. Alishah gave her a comforting squeeze.
“I’ll be with you the entire time; I won’t let you out of my sight! No harm will come to you, and you’ll have allies as well on every flank,” Alishah soothed.
“But I am so worried about them! And you! I hate to bring in so many people for a dangerous undertaking, but if we don’t go as a massive force, then we’ll never stop the slavery ring,” Talena sighed again, rubbing her eyes with frustration.
She had been planning this operation for months now, inviting as many allies as she could find and storing weapons, supplies and potions. Yes, she now had an incredible force – a small army – to help her face down the forces of the Slaver Beauty once and for all. Talena knew it wouldn’t be a small feat, as she had spent weeks inside the cave networks, and recognised the huge forces of witches and hags Annalisse had as guards.
Talena had wanted to finish this massive task as quickly as possible. Yet, as the day drew closer to Perri’s eventual sale, there had been so many hiccups and road bumps along the way. Some allies were away from Skyrim altogether, such as Ondolemar or Saayja. They would provide massive benefits, so Talena had to delay. Others, such as Brelyna and J’zargo or Ghorza, had been held up by terrible storms or raider attacks respectively. This meant more and more time was wasting.
Soon, the nine-month time limit Talena had set herself – and the day when Perri would be sold forever as a sex slave – drew ever closer. She had to act now, and had sent out a massive calling to her network. Luckily, all of them managed to arrive in good time and were now waiting in Whiterun. Talena had rented out the whole of The Bannered Mare as a base of operations for several days, and she and Alishah were soon to make the journey.
It would be a short travel to Whiterun, but then she would go over the final plan of attack. It worried her immensely about the safety of her friends and kin, but Perri still dangled over the chasm of servitude, one in which she would never return from.
Talena thought about Perri often. She wondered if she was still living blissfully unaware of her mother’s attention. Was she bound and gagged instead? Was she drugged and kept in immobility? Had her mother finally cracked, and indulged her romantic feelings for her so the pair became incestuous lovers before the final reckoning?
Talena did not know. All she knew was that her beautiful, brave, strong, heroic wife would be with her every step of the way. The two of them were a force to be reckoned with… but an army at their heels? That would be an alliance to break a witch.
Talena and Alishah set off at dawn towards Whiterun, the day slightly chilly and with the forest holding ominous fog. Alishah had suggested taking a carriage, but the trail wasn’t too far until Riverwood where they could fetch some final supplies. The journey was calm and the sun burned off some of the mist, but enough remained to give Talena a dark aura. She found she was nervous, and fidgeted with her fingers.
They briefly went to Riverwood to eat and drink something at the inn, then took off again towards the main city to organise the final plan with her allies, go over their roles and ensure everyone knew what they would be coming up against. All the while, Talena’s large blue eyes were drawn to the Throat of the World, the mountain where Annalisse’s slavery ring operated underneath.
“I can tell you’re nervous. You must have a thousand questions going off in your head,” Alishah said gently, nudging her wife with her shoulder. Alishah was dressed in her war gear, and looked ever the part of a hero; studded armour, iron boots and with her iconic pair of Dwarven gauntlets on her hands. She carried a sword and axe as well.
“It’s just… every day since I left that cave, the memory has haunted me. Now I’m heading back with my own free will. I am so scared of going back to her…” Talena sighed, and Alishah rubbed her shoulder sympathetically.
“You have always been braver than you know,” her wife said with a kind smile.
“For months, I’ve been planning. How would we get back into the caves? Would I even remember where the entrance was located? Would there be scouts or sentries? Should we go in fast and loud, or slow and quiet? All of these issues keep tumbling out of my mind, and I feel like I’m losing it. But you know what the biggest one is?” Talena asked, looking at Alishah from the side. The Redguard shook her head softly, black fringe swaying over her pretty face.
“Tell me.”
“The possibility I have kept going over and over in my head – like a nightmare that will never end – is what will I do when I finally meet her again? The Black Witch. Will I be strong enough to face her? Will I be brave enough?”
Alishah stopped her walking along the road, and gently moved Talena to face her. Her amber eyes looked at Talena with focus and understanding, the sympathy in them profound. The early morning sun shone on her dark face at an angle, lighting up her fine features beautifully. A soft breeze blew her hair out of her face. Talena had never seen her more beautiful.
“In the months I have known you, lived with you, loved you, your personality and soul shines clearer to me. I know, without a doubt in my mind, that you are brave, kind and passionate. I can see what makes you smile. The hum you make when something interests you. The squint of your eyes when try to remember something. How lightly you move around furniture when you forget something in the next room. You have the most wonderful soul I have ever seen in a person. But there is something else to you, as well. Do you know what that is?” Alishah asked.
“I don’t.” Talena replied.
“You have never given up. Not once. Not even if the sky was falling down, and the Daedra themselves poured into our world. You have suffered so much in such a young life, but I have never known you to surrender. You are – and always were – a fighter,” Alishah stated the fact as clearly as she was able.
“A fighter?” Talena repeated.
“A fighter. So, when we get to that underground complex, and defeat the guards and witches, and you face Annalisse with your dagger drawn, I know you will face her with iron. Your worry is well-placed, but I know your courage is greater than your fear. It always has been, in here,” Alishah said, placing her hand over Talena’s heart. Talena touched her hand and held it tight.
“You always know what to say to make me feel better,” Talena smiled, leaning forward and kissing Alishah on the lips.
“We’re standing on the cusp of something in the history books. One day, people will read about the brave Khajiit warrior, Talena; the girl who slayed a witch.”
“Well, I couldn’t possibly be alone. She had her beautiful Redguard wife with her too,” Talena grinned, setting off again to Whiterun.
“I just hope the history books spell my name right…” Alishah mumbled thoughtfully, and Talena giggled.
The Bannered Mare was stuffed with fighters, wizards, archers and more when the pair finally arrived and entered. All the occupants, however, were part of a strike force that Talena had assembled over her years of adventuring through Skyrim. A few of the locals outside were grumbling over how crowded it was and not being allowed in, but Talena ignored them, walking through the front doors and up to her friends and allies when she saw them.
“So glad to see you both, glad we’re finally doing this,” Talena spotted Hera’s looming figure near the entrance, with Maya her constant shadow. The Nord was dressed in heavy armour, with a mighty war axe propped up against the wall, her eyes bold and blue and her tension palpable. Maya immediately gave Talena a soft hug too.
“Both of you look ready for this fight. I’ve been itching to storm that place for too long,” Hera growled in her low voice, moving from foot to foot like she badly needed the bathroom. Maya nodded quickly too, her youthfulness eagerness at the coming battle clear. She had her own personal, intimate history with Annalisse too.
“We’re a little nervous, but a few bottles of mead, and I think we’ll be fine,” Alishah joked. Her and Hera got on extremely well, both being warriors.
“But I don’t want you anywhere near the front lines! It’ll be dangerous,” Talena pointed her finger at Maya, who nodded again.
“She’ll be staying near the rear, with the rest of the support. We have Ardwen as a healer, and Venessa helping tend injuries too. I feel like our army is big enough, but I wish we didn’t have those damn Thalmor over there with us…” Hera grunted with disdain at the black-robed Altmer standing not too far away. Close enough to hear her, for sure.
“Ondolemar and his troops will be much help, they are excellent mages. Any help we can get against the slavers will be of much use,” Talena added, looking over at the tall elf, who caught her eye. He gave her a curt nod and she smiled and returned it.
“I guess,” Hera huffed.
“I’ve spotted some of my old mercenary buddies from Hammerfell, mind if I got over and say hello?” Alishah asked. Talena spotted a small group of Redguards, all with curved swords and light armour.
“Of course, I’ll meet and greet everyone else,” Talena replied, leaning in to give Alishah a quick peck on the lips. Alishah sauntered over to her friends, and greeted them all warmly. Talena smiled.
“How’s married life treating you?” Hera asked.
“It’s wonderful. Better than wonderful. The joy I have waking up every morning next to her… it’s indescribable,” Talena sighed, ogling Alishah’s backside as she answered.
“I know what you mean,” Hera said, playfully slapping Maya on the buttocks. The small Khajiit girl yelped, and playfully slapped Hera on the arm, who promptly burst out laughing.
“I need to see everyone else, but I’ll speak soon,” Talena said, walking over to a small Bosmer woman in a hooded robe.
“Ardwen! So lovely seeing you,” Talena met her old friend with a tight hug. “Who is your friend?” Talena motioned to the massive black dog sitting at Ardwen’s feet.
“Oh, this bag of fur? The stupid mutt doesn’t have a name yet, but I needed some protection when travelling to and from The Eldergleam Sanctuary,” Ardwen said, sipping a cup of wine.
“Do you return often?” Talena asked.
“All the time, often with pilgrims too.”
“And do you ever meet the… umm… well, you know. Do you meet them again?” Talena whispered conspiratorially, obviously on about the Spriggan her and Ardwen lay with that fateful day. Ardwen scoffed.
“No, never since I went with you. Though, I think about it all the time.”
“As do I,” Talena replied fondly at the memory. She left Ardwen with another hug, and strolled over to Mjoll, who was in a fierce debate with Saayja, her cousin.
“No! This one knows, the best way to fight a witch is at great distance! Using bows!” Saayja’s thick accent called out. Mjoll made a grunting cough in response.
“The trick is, get in close! Don’t give them a chance to utter a single spell!” Mjoll counted, patting the green-tinted sword she carried.
“You two seem deep in debate,” Talena joked, and the pair stopped arguing and smiled.
“Ah, little cousin!” Saayja cried, wrapping Talena up in a crushing hug that lifted her off her feet. “This one is happy to see you.”
“And you, Saayja. Mjoll, what on earth are you two arguing about?” Talena questioned after she had been put down, and placed a friendly hand on Mjoll’s thick arm.
“We are debating how best to take down a witch. I think this will be useful information come the dawn,” Mjoll replied in her heavenly accent, the brawny Nord woman decked out in her armour and battle gear.
“Yes, but Saayja is keen to pluck her eye out with an arrow at great distance,” Talena’s copper-coloured cousin answered, hefting up her bow to demonstrate.
“Well, hopefully neither of you will be in danger. We have many friends here, all eager to end this witch’s reign. Thank you both for coming,” Talena said gratefully.
“We will drink deeply tonight, and tomorrow to celebrate!” Saayja whooped, downing her mead.
“That we will. Talena, do you know if Erandur will drink in celebration? And what is his favourite wine?” Mjoll asked. She was now firmly smitten with the Dunmer mage.
“You know what’ I’ll ask him,” Talena smiled, giving both of them a friendly pat in parting. Erandur was busily discussing something with the two Winterhold mages, Brelyna and J’zargo, and they all seemed enraptured by something.
“Not interrupting anything, am I?” Talena enquired, stirring the trio from their discussion.
“Talena, wonderful to see you,” Erandur greeted her with a hug. “We are all discussing favourite schools of magic. Mine is, well, you probably know already…”
“Conjuration, hmm?” Talena teased. She knew a great deal about Erandur’s skilful conjured partner, and her fiery beauty.
“Indeed, but these two prefer Destruction instead.”
“It seems to solve problems quicker,” Brelyna smirked.
“This one agrees,” J’zargo nodded.
“Well, we’ll need all your magicka tomorrow. I think a mighty battle will follow, so it’s good to have such great mages. Thank you all so much for coming.
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Erandur smiled.
Talena made her way through the crowds, smiling and greeting Aerin, Venessa and even Gardin and his loyal wolf, Haze. She scratched the wolf behind the ears and he wagged his tail in response. She thanked them both for showing up.
Soon, Talena reached Ghorza busily dredging an ale, and chatting to an assorted bunch of heavily-armoured Companions. Ghorza immediately spotted Talena and near enough dropped her drink rushing over to her.
“There you are, little one! I must say, I have missed you terribly,” Ghorza admitted once she had put Talen back down. The Khajiit was a little light-headed from the crushing hug, but laughed regardless.
“And you, Ghorza. How was the journey to Whiterun?”
“Ach, it was terrible. I was beset by bandits twice, and even a hungry bear. Fortunately, we both managed to get here in once piece,” Ghorza smiled proudly, burping slightly from her ale.
“Both?” Talena squinted her eyes in confusion.
“Yes, my brother Moth is here too. I dragged him along so you’d have another sword to fight!”
“That is very sweet of you, Ghorza. I appreciate it.”
“How is wedded life?” Ghorza asked, calling over a barmaid for another pint.
“It is wonderful, thank you again for your lovely gift,” Talena said graciously.
“All the better to defend your home with, though I do say I was surprised to see Forsworn here,” Ghorza motioned to the group in a far corner, dressed like lightly-armoured scouts from the foothills of The Reach. Talena could spot the bright blonde hair and toned physique of Mellvi.
“You know about them, I met them when I saw you last,” Talena explained.
“Oh, I remember. I’m just surprised to see them here and not tearing people’s throats out,” Ghorza said with a suspicious brow.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be good. I’ll just go over and make sure,” Talena teased, rubbing Ghorza’s arm fondly before walking to the small group of skirmishers. Mellvi spotted her quickly, and went over to give Talena a big hug. The Forsworn girl – despite being wild and free – smelled like dark leather and polished steel.
“Talena. It’s good to see you,” Mellvi said at last when their hug ended. She still held Talena’s forearms, almost fondly. Her white skin, blue eyes, and tangled blonde dreadlocks were a familiar and reassuring sight to the Khajiit.
“You as well, Mellvi. To think… one day you freed me from Reachmen, and now…” Talena began, but trailed off. Her life of slavery with that Forsworn gang could still hurt her. Mellvi gave her wrists a comforting squeeze.
“I know. But here you stand, ready to face a witch. I am so impressed by you,” Mellvi said, smiling sweetly.
“Thank you. And thank you for bringing your friends, as well!” Talena said brightly.
“Yes, though the looks that Orc is giving us makes me want to throttle her,” Mellvi said, glaring at Ghorza.
“Don’t worry about her, she is a very close friend. She is here to slay the vile monster under the mountain, as is everyone else here. I imagine it would be difficult for Dawn to show up here though, so her absence isn’t too surprising,” Talena laughed. Having an actual Hagraven in Whiterun would turn a few heads.
“Oh? Don’t be so sure,” Mellvi giggled, stepping aside so a small, young waif appeared behind her and walked up to Talena. She was tiny, with long brown hair and a slip of fabric on her body that barely covered her. Her skin was white-pale, but she didn’t seem in the least bit cold and her feet were barefoot.
“Um, hello? I’m Talena,” Talena introduced herself, confused about this young girl being in a war room.
“I know who you are,” the girl responded, her voice crackly and low. It seemed familiar…
“Wait… Dawn?!” Talena gasped in shock. Both her and Mellvi laughed in reply.
“Illusion magic can make anything possible,” Dawn chuckled. “But I wouldn’t let my dear Mellvi go off to war alone. You’ll have me in the final battle,” the girl said, her voice so strange coming out of her tiny body.
“My thanks, to both of you,” Talena smiled, but she glanced around the lively tavern to locate someone else, and yet couldn’t find them.
“Everything alright?” Mellvi asked.
“I just need to head outside for a bit of fresh air,” Talena replied, moving between the crowds as she reached the door. Opening it sent a gale of cold air into the inn, so she shut it quickly again and had a look outside.
Talena couldn’t find anyone out the front, so she walked around the back of The Bannered Mare to investigate. There, standing alone and staring up into the moon, was the person she had wanted to meet again most of all. Talena walked up to them slowly, careful not to break their reverie.
“Hey you,” Talena said once she was in earshot and smiled. Grokal Bear-Tamer turned slowly, then her cinnamon-brown eyes fell on Talena’s face and her lips broke into a smile.
“Talena…” Grokal whispered, then closed the distance and embraced her. The pair hugged for a while, gently swaying in the chilly air but warming each other. Neither said anything; there was no need.
“It is so lovely to see you again. You look well,” Talena said honestly. It was good to see her, and she looked much better.
“Thanks, though I fear I will never be truly better. My focus, my balance… they are both not what they were before… well, you know,” Grokal said sadly.
“I know,” Talena responded honestly.
“But I am here, to fight that bitch. For you. For me. For all of those girls she sold away like animals…” Grokal said with anger, her hands forming fists.
“We’ll take her down tomorrow. We have an army now. This has been a long time coming, but we’ll do it,” Talena explained.
“Are you scared?” Grokal asked.
“Terrified,” Talena grunted after a short pause.
“Not just about going back there… but what if... what if Annalisse takes us again?” Grokal said, her eyes wide with fear.
“She won’t, she can’t! Not with the number of people we have with us.”
“It’s just… I dread going back, but the one fear I have now – the one fear I’ve had for a full year since we’ve been freed – is her using that… thing on me again,” Grokal shivered and she hugged herself defensively, her memory no doubt going to the cock of corruption wielded by Annalisse. Talena held onto Grokal’s arms tenderly to soothe her.
“She won’t get near you, or me. She’ll die, we will free Perri and all the other girls and this mess will finally be sorted forever,” Talena answered, looking up at Grokal. In the silvery light of the moon, she looked angelic.
The pair looked at each other for a short while in quiet contemplation. Talena studied Grokal’s face: her slim, green-skinned face. Her small, tusky smile. Her decorative earrings, necklace and even some war paint. Long brown hair, brushed and draped over one shoulder. Those eyes… Talena remembered their shade so well, it was like looking into a memory. Talena suspected Grokal was doing the same to her.
“You know… when I heard of your engagement, I was so happy for you. And the wedding was lovely too,” Grokal started, letting her hands trace up Talena’s arm. Talena didn’t stop her.
“I was so happy you managed to make it, despite the long journey,” Talena replied with a perfect smile.
“Yet, a small part of me… actually a large part of me… felt sad. Sad because you were… going away. Away from me… And Alishah is so beautiful, and warm, and outgoing, it makes perfect sense you would end up with her! But I… I missed you. So much,” Grokal sighed. Talena could feel all the things she wanted to say in just the desperate look in her eyes.
The pair had been in constant communication since their return to Whiterun from Annalisse’s prison a year ago. Talena had continued to travel, Grokal stayed in Whiterun. While the pair saw each other at Talena’s wedding, this was the first time in a while they had stood in front of one another. Talena knew these feelings would be complicated, and decided not to hurt her long-time friend, former lover, and special individual too harshly.
“I’ve missed you too, Grokal. The things we have both suffered through… well, it would make any relationship forged in iron. I needed to travel though, when I got back. I needed my mind on the road and away from the shadow of the mountain I woke up to everyday,” Talena gestured to the very real mountain just behind them.
“It makes me shudder still…” Grokal whimpered. Talena hugged her again.
“Alishah is my one true love, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. She is… everything to me. But I will always have a place in my heart for you. Our travels and adventures, our first meeting, the songs we sang. You are so incredibly important to me, and I wouldn’t want to lose you,” Talena said, honest and true. It felt good to let Grokal know, even though she was technically letting her down gently. Grokal smiled, a half-cock of her full lips.
“I think I knew that. A silly part of me wanted to ask you to run away with me, tonight before the attack. Just leave everyone else behind and run, make a life for ourselves somewhere new. I won’t ask that… because I couldn’t bear to hear your answer. But I think I can keep that potential reply left unsaid, and imagine what you might say…” Grokal admitted sadly.
Talena looked up at her with melancholy; she knew what she would say if Grokal had asked her to leave. Grokal must have known too. The wonderful Orsimer gave a small, mournful chuckle and looked to the moon again.
“Let’s head back inside; get warmed up by the fire, shall we?” Talena offered. Grokal looked to the moon a final time, then nodded.
“We should have a clear day tomorrow. Perfect weather for hunting witches,” Grokal affirmed.
The crowd in front of Talena was mind-bogglingly massive. Every one of her allies, friends, contemporaries and peers she had made over nearly four years in Skyrim stared at her with intense focus and rapt attention. There were so many pairs of eyes on her too: gold eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, red eyes. Talena had made herself known and stood on a bench to gather everyone around her. She had cleared her throat, and washed some of her nerves down with a swig of mead, before she finally spoke. It was strange how nervous she was standing in front of them all.
“Hello. You all know me, and I hope you all know each other by now. Or will soon know each other. Tonight, I have gathered in Whiterun a very special group of people. I have met everyone here at various stages of my life in this snowy land. I have fought alongside many. Shared my food and drink with others. Been sheltered from the cold, or aided in travel,” Talena spoke loudly and with passion, but she was still anxious. She looked at Alishah, who nodded with a smile and it made her feel much better. Talena carried on.
“Tomorrow morning, we set out to a massive complex of tunnels and dungeons under the great mountain, The Throat of the World. The journey there will be short, but the fight will be long. Vicious. Harsh. We are going to put an end to the slaver menace that has terrorised Skyrim for too long,” Talena addressed the crowd, with a few murmurings in agreement.
“The cave system is guarded by a small army of witches, hags and defenders who fear their ringleader more than death. They will fight tooth, nail and claw, and will not stop for respite. Do not give them the chance, for they will kill you. Their magic is strong and their will absolute.
When we finally reach The Black Witch, we kill her. Do not fall for her spells, do not let her trick or deceive you. She is more powerful than any one person here. We can only fight and win against her by working together. Look out for the person on your left and right, be they elf, man or beast. Do not let petty squabbles and racial rivalries get in the way of this final, dreadful fight. That is in the past now. A moment of doubt or hesitation will get you killed.
Tomorrow will be a day of swift action, harsh battle, and watchful loyalty. But tonight? Tonight is a night for making new alliances. Forging new bonds. Crafting new coalitions. I hope all of you will raise a glass to their new friends, and hope to see all of you back here tomorrow.
We are well-stocked with potions, weapons, scrolls, ingredients and more for the fight to come. Take what you can, ensure you are as prepared as possible and set out tomorrow with determination against our common enemy. United we will be unbeatable. To the end of the witch!” Talena raised her bottle, and the cheer that followed nearly lifted her into the sky.
Warriors, mages, archers, healers and swordsman whooped and roared, with a mighty clash of glasses together to toast this day. Talena giggled at the rapt applause and Alishah helped her step down from her bench, hugging her fiercely.
“You did wonderfully,” her wife said with a smile, cupping her cheek caringly. Talena melted into the warmth of her palm
“I was so nervous…” Talena stammered, her heart racing.
“I could tell,” Alishah chuckled warmly. “But you still got up there, like I knew you could. I am so proud of you,” her Redguard bride smiled with warm sincerity, and Talena had never seen her more stunning.
“You know… I have booked a room upstairs… I thought it would be nice of us to get some alone time together before the big day…” Talena said huskily, wanting to be alone with Alishah now more than ever.
“Your temptations are successful, you flirt. Why don’t you see everyone one last time for morale, and then we can head upstairs and… discuss battle plans,” Alishah winked. Talena rolled her eyes, but secretly did want to see everyone again before turning in for the night.
“Fine, but I’ll be quick!” Talena stated.
In actuality, it took a further hour for Talena to go around everyone and instil them with confidence for the battle to come. She chatted with Mjoll, and Erandur, and Saayja, and Ardwen, and Grokal as well. Everyone was in good spirits, cheering her when she arrived, discussing plans with their compatriots for tomorrow and others just showing off.
There was drinking, singing, feasting, playful banter and less playful games of chance with cards, dice and coins. There was much laughter, and Talena felt the atmosphere thick in the air; this was truly a final night of revelry before the real job came. Once more into the fiery battle before they could all rest easy.
Eventually, Talena had seen off all her old friends, and walked over to Alishah. The Redguard was animatedly talking to a small group and Talena slipped next to her, threading her fingers into Alishah’s. She sensed her wife smile, but carried on the story. It was something about a bandit, a dinner fork and a dress with no back…
Then, Talena gave Alishah’s hand a squeeze. Instantly, her beautiful bride finished up the tale, and without another word said between them, led them both up the stairs and into the room at the top floor. Talen’s heart began to beat faster.
They entered the room and quickly closed the door, the sound of muffled chatter distant and now very far away. Alishah stood in front of Talena, and a wide smile broke her face. Talena’s heart actually leapt as she saw this stunner in front of her; Alishah was unquestionably the most divine, the most striking, the most sumptuous, the most…. beloved thing in all of Nirn.
The pair closed their distance quickly, and their lips met. Talena held Alishah’s face with her hands, desperately trying to touch as much of her warm skin as possible. She kissed deeply, warmly, richly, loving the feeling of her wife in her hands. Alishah was just as responsive, holding Talena tightly on her hips.
For long moments, the pair simply kissed and held close to one another. The heat from both of their bodies was intense, their hands ever moving. But their lips were the only things that grew fierce, passion and desire abundantly clear in the way Talena opened her mouth and let Alishah’s tongue dominate hers.
Wet, smacking sounds and soft groans, as well as the rustle of fabric, could be heard clearly in the room. Talena sighed with contentment and ran her fingers through Alisha’s thick fringe. The Redguard near purred in response. She started backing up towards the bed, and Talena followed. She had to; she was latched to her face.
Alishah deposited herself on the edge to the large bed with Talena still furiously making out with her. Alishah then pulled Talena on top of her so the gorgeous Khajiit now straddled her wife, but there was no pause in the intensity of the kiss either. Talena’s eyes were closed, her mouth wide and her throat hummed in appreciation.
Their lips were wetted by the other’s tongue, and their mouths in constant motion. Long, deep, hard kisses were shared between them both, as if they were giving the kiss of life after a near-drowning. Both moaned and let their hands roll, moving over the other like a dipping sunset. Talena held the back of Alishah’s neck and pulled back, a line of sticky drool connecting their lips like a safety rope.
Talena peered down at Alishah – for she now had some height advantage over her, perched on her hips as she was – and looked deeply into her eyes. Those beautiful amber eyes set in dark, brown flesh. A heart-shaped face that even if drawn by an Imperial artiste could not replicate its symmetry. Pouting lips, delicate chin, thick lashes and slim neck. Gods, why? Why had this perfect creation been gifted to Talena? What did she do to deserve someone so sublime, so inherently perfect?
Everything about Alishah was almost tailor-made for Talena’s wildest fantasies. Her skin was soft and muscles firmly defined. Her body was magnificently proportioned, with the full thighs Talena was resting on being of particular note. Her scent was always something that drove the Khajiit wild with craving; oiled leather armour, spices, heavenly attraction. Her voice was so soft and calming and gentle, her accent adding a flavour of exotic fantasy to this perfect woman.
But her personality, the thing that made her… Alishah? Well, that was beyond faultless. Her passions, her experience, her skills and story-telling abilities. Her kindness, her boldness, the way she stuck up for her own but also never got into unprompted fights. Her keen senses, her skill with a bow, her wild imagination and her peerless ambition. Talena dragged her fuzzy hand down Alishah’s cheek and could have cried, she was so wonderful.
“I love you so, so much…” Talena whispered, not wanting to break the passionate frenzy of lips from before. Alishah’s face soon broke into a cheeky grin.
“I love you too. Words beyond words can’t describe it,” Alishah softly responded, her breathing shaky.
“If only there was a way I could demonstrate just how much love I have for you,” Talena mischievously said, her low, husky voice adding extra relish onto this claim.
“Well, why don’t you show me how much you love me? Words we can leave behind for now,” the Redguard teased with a wink. Talena could only giggle at that.
“Just for tonight, there is no-one else in all of Skyrim. Just us.”
“I like the sound of that,” Alishah replied, rushing to kiss Talena again. She held on to the small of the Khajiit’s back, and slowly moved her over so she was now lying on the bed. Alishah took up a dominant position; one hand placed against Talena’s cheek and the other roving over her body. It finally rested on the crook of her knee, and pulled her leg towards her body, holding her in place as the kiss continued.
Surprisingly, Talena didn’t feel the need to break off this kiss for a long while. She was already wet by now – as she often was just being around Alishah’s scent – but didn’t want to break off their joining. Of course, she badly wanted to screw Alishah until the early hours. But this gentle, intimate, close contact they now shared was something Talena could very well be happy with. She moaned softly, the sound a purr from her throat. Alishah responded by squeezing her leg securely.
After an undeterminable length of time, Alishah gently put Talena’s leg down on the bed, but her hand moved to her chest. It rested against Talena’s chest, giving one of her generous tits a comforting squeeze. Alishah’s skilled fingers danced over the material just above Talena’s nipple, and though it was hard as a pommel and near tearing out of her leather armour, it couldn’t quite feel all of Alishah’s wonderful fingers in motion. Talena groaned in frustration, then gasped in shock as Alishah gave the whole area a firm rub. Talena could feel her whole tit move and shift, and badly needed to get out of her armour.
“Undress me,” Talena ordered breathily. Alishah responded in kind, unbuckling her armour in moments and pulling her skirt off in one clean swipe. Talena was – obviously – naked under her armour as she always was, and staring up at her brave, strong warrior-bride, Talena could only look at her for a moment before she began fingering herself quickly. In the candlelight, Alishah had never looked more lovely. The sodden noises from between her legs proved clearly how horny the Khajiit was. The time for just kissing was now over.
Alishah reached out and grabbed Talena’s hand she was masturbating with. She pulled her slick fingers from her snatch slowly, then brought the up to her dark lips, wrapping them around every drenched member. Alishah closed her eyes and hummed approvingly as she suckled the moistness from Talena’s fingers. Talena could have burst with lust.
Alishah the fell on Talena with kisses. She kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead and then moved down to her torso. She nibbled her bare shoulder and collarbone, traced her lips over her neck and sternum. Talena gasped at her gentle kisses, then gave a shocked inhale as Alishah moved onto her breasts. She latched her mouth over one of Talena’s nipples and hungrily suckled on it, nipping the firm flesh with her teeth. Her other hand fondled her other breast, paying attention to it with just as much care.
Talena cradled Alishah’s head with her hands, pulling her closer to her body. Her hair was soft and thick, her skin warm and supple. Talena groaned with pleasure when Alishah swapped to her other nipple and consumed that one too with her mouth. Her pussy was running wet and her loins burned for her wife to fuck her… but there was still time.
Alishah moved her body lower and lower, pecking her chest, Talena’s flat belly, her belly button and lower still… She grabbed both of the Khajiit’s thighs, clutching them with a passionate authority and spread her legs wider and pushed the legs back by the knee joint so they almost touched Talena’s shoulders. Alishah hovered her face above Talena’s aching cunt for a moment, breathing in deeply the sharp scent of her aching pussy as Talena whimpered in her desperate state of arousal. Then she dove in deeply, devouring the girl.
Talena screamed and cried and swore as Alishah’s tongue burrowed deeply and skilfully. Alishah’s lips were moving constantly, making out with her pussy lips with an equal fury of lust and desire. Every sensitive part of her pussy – and all of the spots Alishah knew Talena liked to be touched – was given rapt attention.
Talena had her folds parted and rubbed with sticky, silky fingers, and she yelped in pleasure. Talena had her inner sanctum lapped and drank by Alishah’s long, talented tongue, and she moaned in bliss. Talena had her precious nub washed over with kisses and sucking lips, and she hollered in bliss. An orgasm found its way quickly to her boiling crotch, but Alishah didn’t stop for a moment as Talena shivered on the bed with her legs tucked up to her chest.
The Redguard bent over low, kissing the Khajiit fiercely on her lips with heat, before she slipped off the bed and undressed quickly. Her studded armour and boots were soon gone, her sword and shield left on the side table. Her Dwarven gauntlets – easily the most iconic piece of protection she wore – were dropped on the ground in a forgotten heap. Then she leapt onto Talena’s prone body like a stalking predator, and the Khajiit as her beautiful morsel of flesh to be consumed.
Dark brown skin met soft blue fur. A tangle of limbs, lips, hair and clutching fingers moved in a blur, as the two women on the bed became a soft, writhing pile. The moaned in unison, panted gently, and covered every square inch of the other’s body with their questing hands. Talena’s arse was given a firm slap, her abs pressed down upon, while her neck was sucked to make a love bite. Alishah’s hair was pulled roughly in the way she liked, a tongue lapped her great, heavy bosom, and a hunting knee found itself between her legs, softly batting away at her exposed – and soaking – pussy.
Talena and Alishah quickly became a pair of moaning, grinding, yearning bodies. They pressed themselves into each other as firmly as they could, each wanting to share as much skin with the other as possible. They kissed each other with true longing, as if they had been apart for months. Soft, curved flesh melded together as candlelight bounced off the firmness of their youthful bodies.
Talena had to tear a hand away from kneading Alishah’s tit, for she badly needed to finger her wife. She snaked her fingers down the Redguard’s enticingly toned midriff, loving the feeling of the taut knots of muscle there. Then, she found the space between the Redguard’s legs, rubbing at the tight labia there before she slipped two fingers in. They glided in smoothly, led along by a runny mixture that Alishah had in abundance.
“Oh my fuck…” Alishah whispered when Talena curled her fingers inside her, and made a gesture many people used for, “come closer.” Her fingers were smooth, dainty things that danced inside Alishah’s chamber, making her squirm and shudder as Talena played with her.
Alishah quivered after gentle minutes of this fingering, cumming down onto Talena’s fingers a fresh supply of lubricant. Alishah panted softly, her fringe sticking to her right eye, but Talena only increased her motions. Instead of curling fingers, she stuck a third finger in now and thrust her palm forwards and backwards, using her wrist like a bouncing mechanism. It clearly worked, as Alishah tightened her hold on Talena’s shoulders, hugging her for dear life. Talena kissed her hair and breathed in her sent, wanting to bring as much pleasure to her wife as she could.
Alishah wasn’t one to be upstaged though. Pulling on her mighty strength and endurance, she brought an arm down shakily from the Khajiit’s shoulder, and sank her fingers inside Talena’s pussy also, burying them up to the third knuckle. Talena gave a solid grunt at this sudden intrusion, opening her legs slightly to ease their passage.
The pair lay and pleasured the other, occasionally leaning their heads together to kiss, or cry, or confess their love. Their speed built up too, fingering their partner with practiced deftness; they could locate the other’s sanctuary even if it were a dark room and they were half-drunk.
Talena warbled something that died on her lips as the joy mounted, and she badly needed to make Alishah cum before she did. It was now a race, a competition, a chance to prove her accomplishments. She rubbed a thumb in small circles over Alishah’s stiff nub while her three fingers were soon joined by a fourth. Alishah mumbled a word that made no sense, and double her efforts too. Clearly, she wanted Alishah to orgasm before her too.
The pair concentrated on the other. They knew what exactly they enjoyed, and made sure to use everything they had. Alishah pumped her fingers in and out of Talena’s sticky box while she traced a thumb over her nipple. Talena, meanwhile, churned her fingers like a river in and out of her wife’s cunny, the feeling of her hot and wet on her fur. Alishah cried into the night, then came.
It was a beautiful thing to see her brave, strong, noble partner become a blubbering, whimpering mess on the sheets. Her pussy unleashed great quantities of liquid bliss onto the sheets and Talena’s belly, and her whole body convulsed and twitched. Even her fingering hand became slower and sloppier as her mind became blank. Talena helped her out and ground her hips into the fingers deep inside of her, and she kissed Alishah on the neck. Then she came as well, but in a slower, more controlled, stable manner. It felt wonderful regardless.
The pair found a fluid equilibrium as the flowed and sighed and wrapped each other. Many orgasms were had behind those closed doors, many screaming moans were yelled by the breathy pair and many wet climaxes were had. Flat bellies, bare shoulders, dark brown arms, blue-furred legs, none was spared by the splashback of sloppy, messy cum. It ran wild over the pair. Much of it was licked off.
Talena knew she had to sleep soon. They were all meant to leave at an early hour for the raid, and she needed to be at her full potential. Yet, every time her mind whispered at her to go to bed, she shushed it. She literally could not tear her body away from her perfect wife. She wanted to absorb as much of her body into her own as she could, become a single entity in loving embrace forever.
Talena didn’t just love Alishah; she was obsessed with her. Whether they were walking hand-in-hand down the river near their home town, or having wild, carnal sex in a grove near their house. It sometimes physically hurt in her chest how much Talena fawned over her spouse. Alishah, in her own flirty admission, felt very much the same.
The pair had now joined at the pussy, pressing theirs together and rubbing hastily over the sloppy mess of the bed. Their legs were tangled and interlinked, their hands gripping onto the other. Talena was running with sweat, and she panted like a dog in heat as she ground her groin into her wife’s, their pussies melding together in an exotic kiss of intense pleasure and shameful depravity.
Talena’s tits were bouncing with every hump, her nipples harder than standing stones. Her wet braids bounced on her head and she called Alishah’s name. The brown, busty, beautiful body in front of her was in very much the same state, sweating and gasping and cumming as her long, flexible legs tensed as another took her.
“I… fucking… love you…” Alishah gulped, holding Talena’s leg tightly as her orgasm subsided. She didn’t slow down however, and carried on grinding her hips forwards. Dark rivers of sweat trickled down her firm body, the visual incredibly affecting. Talena felt her own burning pussy screech in lust.
“You’re my… everything…” Talena panted, bashing her crotch against Alishah’s like she was trying to put out a fire. The little squirt of cum she unleashed could very well have been her own equivalent to a fire safeguard in a fancy library. Alishah ran her finger over a splash, and seductively licked it.
“We’ll need… to go to sleep… soon,” Alishah sighed, slowing her body down. She slowly descended her body to the bed, clutching Talena so she sank with her into the soaked sheets. She looked up at Talena with pure love in her eyes, and held her cheek with a hand.
“I’m scared about tomorrow,” Talena muttered quietly. Alishah cradled her fuzzy face even more, reaching behind Talena’s ear to scratch her in the spot she liked.
“I know. I am too, if you can believe. I’ve never even seen Annalisse, but I know her profile from what you’ve told me.”
“What if… what if we fail? What if we all die, Perri gets sold as a sex slave and I lose you forever?” Talena asked pensively, looking at Alishah with her big, bashful eyes. Her life partner paused for a moment, taking in a breath to steady her beating heart.
“I won’t lie, Talena. This will be dangerous. We have an army at our back, but so does she. Everything we do from dawn tomorrow is a risk. Yet, even though I am quaking in my armour whenever I think about what we need to do, I know we’ll win. Want to know why?” Alishah asked, stroking Talena’s cheek lovingly.
“Why?” Talena breathed, barely over a whisper.
“Because, the world might be an uncaring entity, but the good always outweighs the bad in it. Because for every mad arsonist, there is a diligent healer. For every monster in the dark, there are hunters who defend the weak. Because even though I have seen such horrors in this world, and watched death in its abundance, I have also seen the good.
I have seen people fighting for their lives to save their daughter. People crossing the freezing wilderness to deliver an important message. City’s barricading themselves against the furies of the night, and working together to do it.”
“But I don’t know if we have enough…” Talena muttered. She never wanted to go to sleep, and would prefer to stay in this room with Alishah forever. She wanted to cry and curl up in a little ball and be taken away, but she knew that would never happen. If only she could keep awake…
“I won’t say it’ll be easy. Nothing worth in life is. Especially a purpose worth a damn. But when that sun rises tomorrow, I will stand by your side the entire time. We will storm that Breton witch’s domain, wipe out her guards and win the day. Just you wait and see…” Alishah said with a hidden smile. Talena traced her finger over one of the Redguard’s large breasts and exhaled in satisfaction. The flesh there was firm, bouncy and deliciously dark. Talena felt her mind change from worry to passion again.
“Feel like... one more round?” Talena set her blue eyes on Alishah’s face, and saw her quarry grin white in the dim shadows of the room. Alishah reached down and grabbed a handful of Talena’s arse, grasping it with a satisfying clench. Talena felt her pussy run wet with excitement.
“Oh, I think I can push off sleep for another hour…”
The pair became a ball of sweaty lust and griding limbs in seconds, calling the other’s name in wavering voices as climax after climax eventually forced them into exhausted slumber. Talena’s smile never left her lips as she was cradled by her protective spouse, the pair breathing softly in peace.