Fantasy , Black, Erotica, Interracial, Male/Female, Romance Posted: 2012-11-1711:34:34 Report Author’s infos Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: fuck, like i’m telling that. Introduction: My first story, a story of Skyrim following the adventures of my character Carthalo, a redguard warrior and his adventures, as well as sexual escapades across the country of skyrim. My first story of this nature, and further installments will be just as much adventure and swashbuckling as sex. Constructive feedback is welcomed. Thanks a ton! Carthalo stroked her cheek, feeling her smooth, cold skin and brushing the jet black hair out of her eyes. "Lydia," he said, his gravelly voice brought to a whisper in her ear "relax. This is not another burden for you to bear." he unclasped her shirt and she shuddered slightly at the touch. "This is not a command from your Thane." his strong hands picked her up the waist and he carried her to the bed. The floorboards creaked as he carried her up the stairs of Breezehome. He laid her down on the bed gently and began to kiss her neck, saying as he did, "This is for you, this is for everything you have done, and for everything you are to me." "Yes, my Thane…" Lydia said between her soft moans. "I… I want this… please, love me my Thane… Carthalo." Carthalo stood, and began to peel off his armor. Bits of leather, iron, and fur fell to the floor in succession revealing the dark, muscled physique of the Redguard swordsman. He untied his hair, the thick dreadlocked coils fell to his shoulders. Lydia's hand instinctively went between her legs, her fingers slid through the silky black bush that grew there and into the warm and wet walls of her pussy. She let out a moan, and Carthalo climbed up into the bed with her. Lydia tentatively reached out one hand and grabbed a hold of his cock, as he positioned himself above her, she guided it slowly to the opening of her waiting pussy. Carthalo slid his arm under her, grabbing a hold of her shoulder with one hand, and the other traced lines up her stomach to her chest, and he began massaging her milk white breasts. He rolled her nipple in between his fingers and kissed her neck gently. In one quick stroke, he slid into her. Her deep brown eyes widened and her mouth formed an O, as a silent scream tried to escape her. Only a quiet moan however, found its way out. Carthalo began to pump his hips back and forth, slowly and steadily shoving his cock into her. He used his arm to pull her into him, to meet his thrusts, and he pushed off the bed with the balls of his feet, each thrust went deeper and deeper into her soaking pussy. "Yes! OH… oh yes!" Lydia moaned repeatedly as he made love to her. After just a few moments, Carthalo could feel the walls of her pussy tighten around his cock and juices poured out, all over the bed, and all over his manhood. Lydia let out a long, low moan, and she reached up and pulled on Carthalo's hair as she did, pulling his face right next to hers and she kissed him. Carthalo, feeling that her orgasm had subsided, began to thrust even harder, sending his seven inch rod as deep inside of her as it would go. He kept this up, steadily increasing in pace and ferocity until he was pounding away at her. They writhed all over the bed, a tangled mass of limbs, grunting and moaning and crying out in pure ecstasy until at last, Carthalo felt a wave of pleasure roll through his cock and with a low growl, he shot his seed deep into her eager pussy. Lydia moaned, loudly this time, as she felt her womb fill with this handsome swordsman's cum. They lay there, together, for quite some time kissing and caressing each other, until they drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep. In the morning, Lydia woke up to see Carthalo strapping on his armor and packing his gear. "Where are you going my Thane? Won't you lie here with me for just a little longer?" Carthalo began strapping on his armor once more, smiling fondly into her eyes. "I'm sorry my love, I cannot rest." "Why not? Who is it that calls Carthalo from my side?" "A friend, Hadvar, I told you of him?" "Yes, but I don't understand, surely this… Hadvar cannot please you as I can?" Carthalo laughed "No, no one could do that! But," his face grew serious, and he looked her dead in the eye "he is in danger, and I owe that man my life. I ride tonight for the Pale, the Stormcloak dogs that march against my comrades will learn the error of their ways." Carthalo strapped on his last bracer and reached for the Skyforge steel sword that was propped against the wall. "I will teach them not to cross the Empire, or me." Lydia smiled, and stood up "Then I am with you, my Thane." Chapter One: A Year Ago… Carthalo and Hadvar stood at the mouth of the cave, breathing heavily. "I can't… believe… we made it out of there… alive." Hadvar said between gasps for breath. Carthalo leaned against a boulder, listening for the dragon's roars which grew steadily further and further away "I think we're in the clear." "I just… a dragon!" Hadvar said with a tone of even greater disbelief. "Should we go back, now that it's gone?" Carthalo asked. "I don't think so." said Hadvar "Probably best if we get as far away from here as possible. That dragon might return and the Jarls need to be warned. Lets go." Hadvar began walking down the gravelly road. "Where to?" asked Carthalo. "Riverwood. My uncle Alvor is the blacksmith there. He can help us out." "Good, This piece of trash might serve a Stormcloak , but I could use a decent sword." Following quickly behind, they made their way through the wooded path.
Fantasy , Black, Cheating, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female solo, Male Solo, Masturbation, Mature, Toys, Voyeurism, Wife, Fan fiction Posted: 2012-11-2900:35:21 Report Author’s infos Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: fuck, like i’m telling that. Introduction: Thanks for all the feedback on the last one here's part two, hopefully there will be less wait between installments from here on out. Chapter Two: Riverwood “Uncle Alvor, hello!” Hadvar said as he walked up to the small smithy the riverbed. They had walked into town just as the sun was setting and Carthalo was looking forward to a good nights rest, a dragon attack and a brutal rape was enough for one day. “Hadvar! What’re you doing here, are you on leave from-“ “I’m fine uncle, keep your voice down though.” Hadvar said. “Who’s this then?” Alvor asked, nodding towards Carthalo. “This is Carthalo, a friend, saved my life in fact.” Hadvar said solemnly. “Uncle, we’d better get inside.” Hadvar insisted. “Alright, alright.” Alvor conceded, “lets go.” Following the big burly blacksmith, they made their way down the gangplank walk leading from the smithy to the house and stepped inside. Carthalo was impressed with how cozy and comfortable the place was. There were three beds and on top of one sat a young, demure looking girl Carthalo guessed to be around fourteen, she was tall and skinny for her age and had long brown hair and small round breasts that she kept hidden under a deceptively baggy red dress. “Dorthe” Alvor said gruffly “Clean the table for our guests.” The girl nodded quietly and went about clearing the small wooden table. “Sigrid, we have company!” Alvor shouted. “Take a seat you two.” Hadvar and Carthalo sat down, Carthalo looked around the room and felt the young girls eyes on him, he tried not to be unsettled, and quickly found something to divert his attention when Sigrid came up from the cellar. She was a tall fair skinned Nord woman with the same long brown hair as Dorthe and two exceptionally large breasts. She looked to be in her early fourties, but still had a fantastic figure. “Hadvar! We’ve been so worried about you!” she said enthusiastically. “Can I get you anything?” “No thanks aunt Sigrid.” Hadvar said. And Carthalo noticed that even Hadvar was admiring her figure as she went about setting food on the table. “You’d better go ahead and tell me what’s going on now lad.” Alvor suggested. “Well, as you know, I was stationed to General Tulius’ personal guard, we were just about to execute Ulfric Stormcloak in Helgen when…” Hadvar paused for effect. “A dragon attacked.” “A dragon!?” Alvor exclaimed. “You’re not drunk… are you boy?” “Husband, let him finish his story.” Sigrid reprimanded. “Not much left to tell actually.” Hadvar admitted. “The dragon just sort of swooped in and wrecked the whole place. We barely made it out alive.” “What about General Tulius?” Alvor asked. “I’m sure he made it, it’ll take more than a dragon to stop the general.” “Well that is a problem…” “Uncle, I hate to burden you, but we were wondering if we could take shelter here for a few days before I head back up to Solitude to join up with the Imperial Legion.” “Of course, you two can stay as long as you like. Make yourselves at home.” “Thank you uncle.” Hadvar said. “One thing though,” Alvor said quickly. “I’ve heard about the appetites of Redguards… and you are welcome to stay here as my guest. But so help me gods, if you touch my wife or daughter. I’ll forge a very special knife just to castrate you.” Rather than being offended, Carthalo just laughed. “Don’t worry friend. A bit too young, and a bit too married for me.” He said with a wink. Alvor lightened up perceptibly. “Good then we should get along fine!” Carthalo had no idea how soon his statement would be tested. * * * Carthalo was sleeping on a bedroll next to the fireplace when he heard the noise, a muffled cry that woke him from his sleep. His first instinct was that something was going on outside, but then he realized that the sound was coming from underneath him. In the cellar. He looked around and saw that Hadvar, Alvor, and Dorthe were all sleeping. Where was Sigrid? He wondered. Carthalo got up quietly, crouching low and sneaking over to the staircase, he crept slowly down each wooden plank and the muffled cries grew louder and more distinct. The Redguard quickly realized that the cries were actually moans. He looked down into the cellar from his hiding spot at the top of the stairs and the sight that greeted his eyes immediately drove his cock insane. Sigrid was sitting on the counter in the cellar with her legs up and spread as far apart as she could get them, she was furiously rubbing heself and moaning. Carthalo could barely hear her whispering “Yes… oh gods yes… the eight divines I need some cock. Husband…. Hadvar… Carthalo… anyone… oh, oh yes I need it so badly….” It was all Carthalo could do not to go give her what she clearly wanted so desperately. Then, she did something so bizarre that Carthalo wasn’t sure if he had seen it, she produced Alvor’s blacksmithing hammer from behind the counter; a good sized, wooden handled, hammer that she held In her hand, and then proceeded to slowly rub around her soaking wet pussy. From the angle she was holding the hammer, it even looked like a cock. The handle was about eight inches long, Carthalo assumed, so when she quickly shoved the hammer into her pussy with one stroke, until the metal head was all that was still visible. Carthalo did a double take. This bitch could take a pounding. She pulled the hammer out again and Carthalo could see that the long wooden handle was covered in her wetness, this time when it went in, it made a distinct slurping noise as her insides gripped it tightly. She kept on pounding herself like this, playing with her large, milke white tits, rubbing her huge brown nipples and moaning. “Fuck, yes… oh fuck yes… Fuuuuuck!” Carthalo kept reminding himself of his promise to Alvor, but he needed release, so he quietly pulled out his cock, it was standing at full attention and as Sigrid continued to hammer her pussy, he started to stroke his big, seven-inch, black dick. The two of them were masturbating just as furiously, Sigrid completely unaware of her audience, or so Carthalo thought. Just as he was about to cum, Sigrid looked up, met his eyes, shoved the hammer one more time deep into her pussy, and let out a low moaning wail. “Uuuhhh, Carthalo. Fuck me with your big black cock I’m cumming! I’m…. I’m Cuuumming!” and Carthalo blew a load of sperm that erupted out from his hiding spot and landed in a massive puddle all over a small table under the stairs of the cellar. Carthalo stayed there, stunned for a moment until Sigrid stood up, then got down on her knees, and crawled over to his puddle of cum and ith three fingers she scooped it off the table and put her fingers in her mouth. She looked up at Carthalo and opened her mouth so that he could see her swirl his cream around in her mouth and then winked, closed her mouth, put one finger over her lips, and swallowed. Feeling all remnants of his self control slowly fading away, Carthalo stood up, took one last look at the sexy, desperate Nord housewife with his seed in her mouth walked silently back up the stairs. Trying not to wake Alvor or the others, he quickly made a beeline for the door, not even stopping to check the beds, if he had, he would have noticed that Dorthe was not in her bed…
Fantasy , Black, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Interracial, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Young, Fan fiction Posted: 2012-12-1123:04:26 Report Author’s infos Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: fuck, like i’m telling that. Chapter Three: Fresh Air Carthalo stepped out into the cold and took a deep breath. It was everything he could do not to go back in there, set that Nord up on the counter and fuck her senseless. But, as a matter of honor, he had given Alvor his word that he wouldn’t touch his wife. Looking out across the road, Carthalo noticed light coming from the Inn and decided that what he needed right then was a cold drink. He walked across the streets, unaware of the figure watching him from the shadows. The first thing Carthalo noticed was the cute Innkeeper, a small blonde Imperial woman named Delphine who seemed as cold as the drinks she served. He drank and drank for about two hours when he and the bard at the tavern, Sven, stumbled out around one in the morning. Carthalo had quickly made friends with the bard whose raunchy ballads kept the whole inn lively all night. “You know what…? Sven asked between hiccups, as he leaned over on Carthalo’s shoulders. “What?” Carthalo asked, not as drunk, but still feeling lightheaded. “Camilla. Is a bitch.” “No! you don’t mean that.” Carthalo assured him. “That’s just the mead talking.” “No. No. its true. I’ve written her all sorts of wonderful songs and given her tokens, and… and.. she still wont put out!” “What a bitch!” Carthalo finally agreed. “I know! And the worst part is, she wont even leave the elf for me!” Carthalo stopped and looked at the skinny blonde bard as he realized the implications of what he was saying. “You mean…?” “I like to fuck boys. Yeah, what of it?” “Nothing, I just didn’t expect it.” “Well, its true, and if Camilla wasn’t going to put out for me. She could at least get her brother’s head back in her twat where it belongs and let me have the elf boy.” “Sounds good to me.” Carthalo said. “You know what?” Sven asked. “What?” “Im gonna go fuck the elf.” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Carthalo asked. “Suure.” Sven said slowly, then he staggered down the road towards Faendal’s house. Carthalo laughed, “Well, I’ll leave you to that then.” He said as the blonde nord knocked and shouted boisterously at the woodcutter’s door. Carthalo turned and walked trippingly back towards Alvor’s house. As he walked up to the steps however, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Curious, he looked harder, observing the bushes beside the house. All of the sudden, a shadow darted out from behind the bushes and ran over the bridge that lay on top of the stream towards a small wooded island in the middle of the river the mill. Carthalo instinctively dashed after the figure, he couldn’t make any details out in the lighting but it was small and fast, an elf maybe? He caught up fairly quickly and grabbed the runner the arm, pushing it up against a tree that stood on the bank of the island he looked down and saw Dorthe, Alvor’s 14 year old daughter smiling up at him. “What?” Carthalo said, dumbfounded. Dorthe just giggled “I had to get you away from that house.” She said “Why?” Carthalo asked, only suspecting at where this was going. “Y’know, father says I’m too friendly with strangers, but you seem alright.” “What are you going on about?” “Just be quiet for a second and I’ll show you.” “I have no-“ Carthalo began; then, in one quick movement, the little girl undid his belt and dropped his pants, she was on her knees, looking up at him with a huge grin on her face. “Wait! Your father said” “My father said for you not to touch me, he didn’t say anything about me touching you.” The nubile brunette quickly grabbed a hold of Carthalo’s cock, which sprang to life in all its seven inches of dark skinned, hammerfell glory. Carthalo, too drunk to argue let his head fall back and let out a low growl as the pretty little thing at his feet started to stroke his cock tenderly. She rubbed her hands all over the shaft of his member, deliberately ignoring the head. Carthalo looked down at her smiling face, and she leaned her head forward, kissing the tip of his cock gently, then extending her tongue and swirling it around the top like licking the icing off of a sweetroll. “Where did you learn to do this?” Carthalo asked. “My mother explained it to me, and I’ve been practicing on Frodnar, Gerdur’s son. But he’s not nearly as big as you are.” Then she took her hand and rubbed it over his newly wetted cock head and spread the saliva all across his shaft, wetting it as well. She began to stroke faster and faster, giggling with delight every time Carthalo made a low growl of pleasure. Her sexy little face was staring up at him and, finally devoid of any inhibitions, put his hand behind her head, and impaled her mouth with his long black meat stick. He pushed it as far back as it would fit in her tiny little mouth, but gently, and he did not try to fit In more when she only took half of his meat. He pulled out, and let her breathe, but she extended her lips, hungry for his prick to slide back between them. Carthalo started to thrust his hips forward, holding her eager little head in place as he fucked this young giril in the mouth over and over. Finally, Carthalo felt ready to cum, Dorthe sensed this and in one last noble effort to please him, shoved as much of his swollen cock as she could fit into her mouth. The cum erupted in the back of her throat and spilled out of the sides of her mouth, inflating her cheeks while she kept her lips tightly pursed around the Redguard’s thick pulsing member. Gagging slightly, Dorthe pulled his deflating prick out of her mouth, and swallowed his cum, she looked to him so much like her mother, it was really the sexiest thing he had seen all night, this fourteen year old girl with his cum on her cute little cheeks, smiling brightly at him. “Thanks for letting me practice on you, next time, you can do me.” She said with a wink, “Now I gotta go, daddy’ll wake up soon, and I better be in bed when he does.” Carthalo simply groaned in sexual ecstasy as a sign of his approval, then fell back onto the grass.
Fantasy , Bestiality, Black, Blowjob, Cruelty, Erotica, Hardcore, Interracial, Males / Females, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Rape, Violence Posted: 2012-11-2201:14:14 Report Author’s infos Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: fuck, like i’m telling that. Introduction: Part one ended up being more of a prologue than a real chapter, so I just took the first paragraph from "Chapter One" within the text, and built off of that. It starts off a little slow, then runs into some awesome action scenes, stick with it, if the sex is what you're here for, you'll get it. I promise. Chapter One: A Year Ago… Carthalo and Hadvar stood at the mouth of the cave, breathing heavily. "I can't… believe… we made it out of there… alive." Hadvar said between gasps for breath. Carthalo leaned against a boulder, listening for the dragon's roars which grew steadily further and further away "I think we're in the clear." "I just… a dragon!" Hadvar said with a tone of even greater disbelief. "Should we go back, now that it's gone?" Carthalo asked. "I don't think so." said Hadvar "Probably best if we get as far away from here as possible. That dragon might return and the Jarls need to be warned. Lets go." Hadvar began walking down the gravelly road. "Where to?" asked Carthalo. "Riverwood. My uncle Alvor is the blacksmith there. He can help us out." "Good, This piece of trash might serve a Stormcloak , but I could use a decent sword." Following quickly behind, they made their way through the wooded path. They had only been walking for a mile or so when they came to three tall, slightly phallic, stones. Each one had a strange inscription on it, Hadvar stopped to explain. "These are the guardian stones, three of the thirteen ancient standing stones that dot Skyrim's landscape. I imagine they wouldn't have them back in Hammerfell." "I wouldn't know." Carthalo said. "I was raised in Cyrodil." "Oh, well anyway, go ahead and touch them, they're supposed to bring luck." Carthalo walked up to each one, his fingertips lightly brushing the first stone, the carving on it resembled a mage in flowing robes, the second bore the likeness of a thief with daggers, and the third looked like a mighty warrior with a great axe in his hands. When Carthalo's fingers rubbed the third stone, a blue light shone from the top and with a twinkling sound shot upwards towards the sky, to where the warrior constellation would be. "Well let's hope nobody comes to investigate that." Hadvar said as the light slowly faded. Carthalo felt invigorated, his muscles tightened and his vision sharpened. For a moment the Redguard felt like he could take on the world. Even when the immediate euphoria wore off, he felt something. Something great. "You've been blessed the gods my friend, that is a rare gift." Hadvar said. "Let's keep moving." "Yeah, alright…" Carthalo said, backing away from the stones. "Riverwood is just downstream, but be careful, there's a mine off the side of the road, been abandoned for a while, I hear bandits have been hiding out there for some time." "Why should we be careful?" Carthalo said with a chuckle. "We have nothing to fear from bandits." "Maybe not a bandit or two, no, but I don't like the odds of two imperial soldiers waltzing into a bandit den. We'd be overwhelmed." "I don't think we would." Carthalo said with a smirk. "And what makes you say that?" Asked Hadvar cautiously "I've been blessed the gods, remember?" "Don't let that get to your head, you aren't immortal friend." "Maybe not, but neither am I weak." "I didn't say you were…" "Listen friend, I grew up in an Orcish Stronghold in the Jerall mountains, when I was seven, I was forced to leave because I killed the chiefs son in combat. I travelled myself across the Countryside of Cyrodil. When I was eleven, the fighter's guild took me in, I was a champion of the guild the time I was nineteen. I've killed Minotaurs and goblins, monsters you couldn't even dream of fighting. I joined up with the imperial army to get out of Cyrodil and make a name for myself. And that's what I plan to do. You can help me, or not. I don't really care either way." "Is… is all of that true?" "I swear the nine." "Eight…" Hadvar said quietly. "Nine." Carthalo insisted. "This is a conversation for another day… Alright, let's go fight some bandits." Hadvar drew his sword and motioned to a small path leading up through the brush towards a tall cliff face. Carthalo followed him, carrying the two blades he had picked up as they fled Helgen. "One day… I'll kill that dragon Hadvar." Hadvar laughed. "If anyone can my friend, I seriously believe it to be you." After just a moment of walking they came to a small clearing, at the far end was the door to the mine, a few loose planks of wood against the opening in the rock. Sitting next to the door was a particularly strong looking Orc sharpening a pickaxe. "Alright," Hadvar whispered "Here's the plan…" Carthalo didn't listen, he leapt out from behind the brush and charged the Orc, who stood up to meet him, but he just barely had time to grasp the pickaxe before Carthalo's blade ran straight through his sternum. With his shoulder, Carthalo knocked the Orc to the ground and turned to Hadvar, who stood shocked watching the bandit bleed to death. Carthalo brought his second sword down in an arc through his neck, ending his misery. "Well… I guess that was a pretty good plan too." "Let's go!" Carthalo said eagerly. They walked up to the door of the mine and, seeing that it was locked, Hadvar braced his shield against his shoulder and bashed the weak structure down. They walked into the dark tunnel, listening for the sound of the bandits. They walked down a bit, and heard running water, as well as two voices talking. "Aren't you worried someone will wander in here?" the first voice, a Nord asked. "Relax, we've got a guard the door. And it's pretty well hidden." said the second, most likely Imperial the accent. "How Ironic." whispered Carthalo as he rounded the corner to a wooden bridge, he jumped off it and landed in the water with a splash, in two strides he was on land and he brought his swords through the Nord's stomach, his innards falling out onto the ground. The Imperial was about to bring his axe down on Carthalo when Hadvar's sword found the back of his neck, only half severing it, his head rolled down and hung a loose flap of skin and muscle over his chest. "Blessed the gods…" Hadvar scoffed. Carthalo laughed. "Yup, they sent you at just the right time, don't you think?" They turned and Hadvar found a lever that lowered the drawbridge, as it fell, four bandits ran out from the hall beyond. Standing on the bridge, Carthalo cut them down, one one and tossed them into the river. Charging on ahead, they came to a great open cavern with a forge and several bedrolls laid out across the floor, a ledge led up to a crevice where the bandit leader sat and a bridge stretched out across a deep pool of murky water fed a large spring. Hadvar charged the bandit chief, he was a tall, powerful looking Orc with a two handed axe in hand. He swung the blade and it glanced of Hadvar's shield, Hadvar then drove his sword straight into the chief's gut, and tossed him off the bridge into the water below. When Hadvar turned back to Carthalo, he was being attacked two female bandits. Just as he was about to make the killing blow, Hadvar ran up and grabbed his arm, stopping his swing. "NO!" he yelled. Carthalo looked at him bewildered. "Not them, not… not women." "Why not? Women can kill and be killed just as easy as men can. Haven't you ever fought a woman in Stormcloak armor?" Carthalo asked. "Yes, and it was awful. I just… I don't… My mother was killed defending Riverwood from bandits. I was only nine. I just, don't like to see a sword spilling a woman's guts." Carthalo thought about it for a moment, then looked at the two disarmed bandits. One was a Khajit woman, the other a Nord. Both were disarmed, and recognizing the saving grace that the gods had sent them, were putting on their most helpless faces. "Then what do you suppose we do with them?" "Just let them go I guess." said Hadvar. "So they can pillage and rob some more? I don't think so." "Well we can't take them all the way to the Whiterun dungeon." Hadvar said. Just then, a thought entered Carthalo's mind. "Then we teach them a lesson." he said. "How?" Hadvar asked. Carthalo bent over and picked up the Khajit roughly, she tried to swipe her claws at him but he caught her arm and slapped her across the face. Hadvar winced. Carthalo tossed the Khajit to Hadvar, who caught her before she fell. "You ever had a Khajit?" "What do you…" "Fuck her." Carthalo said. "What?!?" "You heard me, you won't kill 'em, but we can't let them go without teaching them a lesson, so… pardon the pun but, tear that pussy up." "How is that teaching them a lesson, isn't lovemaking a beautiful thing?" Hadvar asked "That's why you won't be making love. I want you to fuck her so hard it hurts her. I want her to be sitting in this cave; sore and bruised from the fucking." "What… what about the other one?" Hadvar asked. "Leave her to me."Carthalo said with a sly grin. "Alright friend, I'm sorry though, about not wanting to kill them, I know it's more trouble than they're worth." "You're right." Carthalo stabbed his sword into the dirt beneath him and stared at the women menacingly. "So they better make themselves worth the trouble." "We will my lord.. We will!" the Nord woman cried pitifully. "This one can please well my lord." the Khajit said, near tears. Carthalo found a stool in the corner of the cavern and pulled it up. "Go ahead Hadvar, teach her a lesson. You, Nord, get over here!" he commanded. Hadvar's face grew cold, and his resolve hardened. He tossed the Khajit to the floor and she landed with a gasp of pain. She tried to crawl away but Hadvar grabbed her leg and dragged her back towards him, when it was in reach his free hand went to her tail and he pulled on it violently, much to the Khajit's dismay. Carthalo sat on the stool and unclasped his belt, one sword in hand he motioned for the Nord woman to kneel. "If I feel teeth, I will cut your head off while it's impaled on my cock, do you understand me?" Carthalo growled. "Yes m'lord." The Nord said quietly as she fell to her knees, she pulled out Carthalo's thick member and without a momen't hesitation she stuck the head in her mouth, sucking on it, and running her tongue around the thick circumference of his dick. Hadvar ripped the fur armor off of the Khajit woman and when she tried to hit him, he punched her in the gut. Carthalo saw that it pained him to hit her. But hoped it would teach Hadvar a thing or two as well as the bandits. He admired the Khajit's body, had she been a human or an elf she would have been very attractive, as it were the fur was a turn off for Carthalo (and so was the tail.) But clearly not for Hadvar, the muscular Nord's six inch rod was fully erect and without pause or thought and without preparation he shoved it inside of her. The Khajit let loose a pained "Yowwl" like a house cat whose had its tail stepped on. Hadvar rolled her over and, pulling on her tail to bring her body into his, began thrust away at her. Carthalo looked down, enjoying the sensation of this Nord's mouth on his cock, but not satisfied with the gentle job she was doing. "How is your gag reflex?" he asked. "M'lord?" the woman looked at him, confused. Behind the dirt on her face, she was actually fairly attractive, her black matted hair might have been pretty once. "Nevermind." Carthalo said. "It doesn't matter." He put his hand on the back of the bandit woman's head and as she went down on his cock once more he shoved it deep into her throat. She tried to back off but his hand kept her head in place, he pushed her back down on his cock and began to violently fuck her throat. The woman cried and moaned in pain, choking and gagging on his large black cock. Tears streamed down her face and Carthalo knew that her lesson would be well taught. Hadvar continued to pound away at the Khajit woman, who screamed and struggled against him, as Hadvar kept on fucking her, he hit her when she struggled too hard, smacking her spotted, furry ass. When she started to moan in enjoyment, Carthalo coughed and motioned for Hadvar to shake it up. Hadvar pulled his long pale rod out of her snatch and Carthalo could see that it was dripping with her wetness. "It seems that the cunt is enjoying herself." Carthalo said between ragged breaths. The Nord woman's tight, hot throat felt so good on his manhood and her tongue lashed about violently as she struggled to remove herself. "Give it to her in the ass." "NO!" the Khajit screamed. "Quiet cunt!" Carthalo barked. "Hadvar, teach her a lesson, don't let her enjoy it." Hadvar looked down, and quietly obeyed, he spread her ass cheeks and, despite the Khajit's tears, rammed his dick into her tight little hole. He let out a loud grunt as he struggled to shove it all in with one thrust. The Khajit was in serious pain and she screamed and flailed around underneath Hadvar who kept her pressed against the dirt as he started to fuck her ass. Carthalo paused for a moment to let the woman breath and she let in deep gasps of air, holding her throat which was now probably burning and sore beyond belief. She was openly weeping and the tears left streaks of dirt down her face. Carthalo only gave her a moments rest before standing up, holding her head steady with one hand, opening her mouth with the other, and fucking her throat furiously. He watched Hadvar screw the protesting Khajit's ass and began to match him thrust for thrust and met his intensity as he plunged his cock deeper and harder into the nord woman's wet and waiting throat. Finally, Hadvar yanked his cock out of the Khajit's ass with a loud PLOP that echoed throughout the cavern and three thick streams of cum erupted all over her back, getting caught in her matted fur. The Khajit woman screamed one more time, then passed out. Carthalo then felt that same sensation roiling through his balls and he pulled his cock out of the bandit's mouth. He tossed her to the ground, ripped off her pants and with one shove sent his cock straight to the back of her hairy pussy, filling her up with his seed. She screamed in protest and tried to get him out of her, but her throat hurt too badly and she could only clutch her neck and take it. "There!" Carthalo said "Hopefully I just gave you a nice little bastard. You should be too busy feeding it to keep up your criminal ways." Carthalo laughed and looked over at Hadvar. "That was fun." Carthalo said. "Aye, I guess so." "Ahh, come off it!" Carthalo said with a chuckle "They're just lucky we didn't kill them." "I guess." "And Hadvar…" Carthalo said, more serious now. "Yes?" "Next time, we kill them. We can't afford to fuck every woman that tries to do us harm, I have a feeling that this won't be the last time it happens." Hadvar looked down at his feet, "I guess…" he said. "There's no guessing about it, that's the way it has to be." Carthalo said sternly. "Alright, alright…" Hadvar said "Let's just go." Alrighty then, Carthalo said, standing. He took one last look at the Nord woman on the floor, her eyes were so full of hate and rage that for a moment Carthalo considered killing her. But then decided he didn't want to upset Hadvar any more. The two left the cave out the back entrance, which was just a few hundred yards away from Riverwood, Carthalo could see the large gate from where he stood. "Here we are my friend." Hadvar said, smiling. "Are there any women there?" Carthalo asked. "Well… sure. Y'know, I've heard stories about the appetites of a Redguard, but I always thought they were just that… stories. Don't tell me they're true?" "Hadvar my friend, remember when I said I came to skyrim to fight monsters and make a name for myself?" Carthalo asked. "Yes, I remember." "Well… that's not all I came here to do." Carthalo said, laughing. "I plan on fucking as many northern bitches as I can, and lining my pockets with gold." "Fuck bitches and get gold.." Hadvar repeated. "Now THAT sounds like a plan." Laughing together, they headed again for Riverwood.