Chapter 1 - Lana

Prologue
In the depths of one of Skyrim's many dungeons, an Altmer mage was gathering his possessions in a great hurry. Several months ago he never imagined that he would be forced to run for his life from a bunch of armed thugs. Damn these Companions and their monster-chasing crusade!
However, the armed brutes that were rampaging in the upper levels of the delve and slaughtering his test subjects were not his main concern. Months ago a woman approached him and offered to work for her, promising both gold and magic insights unheard of before. 
Now, as the warriors above were destroying all his work he had no illusions what the Mistress (as she introduced herself) would think of his excuses. He wasted a pile of gold and test subjects without any tangible results, and she was not of the forgiving type, that is for sure. 
But he definitely was onto something! The last batch of trolls showed excellent reactions to the lifeforce-transferring enchantments. This research was too important to let it in the hands of this glowing tattooed bitch. He will raise more money and finish this work. The perspectives of this magicka source were astonishing!
The research logs and what remained of the gold were now in his bag. He will travel to Hammerfell and from there to Summerset. There are plenty of patrons of the magic arts in the high elf land.
While slipping into a secret passage he looked last time at the cave that was his home for the last months. Hopefully, the Companions will thrash this place to bits and Mistress will think him dead. A shame that no way any of the promising subjects can survive their assault. 
 
The village of Dragon Bridge, a day later
 
A young woman is walking a forest trail, humming to herself. Her name is Lana and now is the time for her regular tour in the nearby forest. She enjoyed being away from all the housework and village folk, just alone with nature. It was no coincidence that she usually ventured on her walk during her fiancé's lunch break. He would find hot food on the table, the only thing he needed from her. Well, not actually the only one, she remembered with a grimace. But his other wishes were improper and would have to wait until they are married. 
She never went too far from the village, afraid of wolves and other dangers. Lana followed a familiar trail, sometimes wandering away to gather berries or see what flowers this spring brought. Gardening flowers was her passion, and her house – not, her fiancé's house – was now looking much livelier both inside and outside, with all the beauty she managed to find and carefully re-plant. 
The trail ended on the bank of the nearby creek, one of the inflows on the mighty Karth river. By the time she reached it, she had already gathered a basket full of early raspberries. That was where the scent wafted to her. Sweet and musky, but not exactly either of them. Lana walked to the edge of the bank to see a bunch of pinkish flowers on the other side of the creek. 
“Is this a weird breed of dragonthorn? I haven’t smelled anything like it in my life, that is for sure.”
She tentatively stood on the edge of the bank for a minute, smelling more and more of the aroma, trying to determine what it actually felt like. 
“Okay, I am not THAT far away from the village. The other side is not dangerous; I should go for it and see what these flowers are.”
She left the basket and her boots on the ground and pulled her dress above her knees to cross the creek. After a couple of yikes caused by the cold water, she was standing right next to the mysterious flowers. 
Lana took a deep breath and realized that they smelled exactly like dragonthorn. In fact, they look a lot like it too, although pinker than normal. 
“Wait, if it is not the flowers then what…” Lana’s thoughts were disrupted as an almost palpable wave of the scent washed over her. Suddenly nauseous she awkwardly stumbled backward, falling on her ample ass. As she tried to regain her wits, a loud thumping noise, as well as the crackling of branches, announced that she was not alone. 
On the other side of the glade, a large body broke from the forest. The creature looked like a human, although a deformed one. Short legs and unproportionally long arms, as well as a three-eyed snout, clearly indicated a troll. As soon as the eyes locked on the woman, the creature started to limp toward her. 
Lana’s heart missed a few beats. She tried to jump from the ground, but her long skirt made it into an awkward half-roll. Having dealt with the skirt, Lana finally straightened and tried to dart away. However, the scent, which became almost suffocating, made her head spin. Lana rushed headlong into the dragonthorn shrub and fell again. 
“No, no, no…. Help!” Lana cried weekly, already knowing that the chance of someone hearing her that far from the village was low. She almost managed to disentangle from the shrubbery when a strong grip snatched her from behind. 
The creature lifted Lana, holding both of her arms in one massive paw. As she was hanging in front of the troll, Lana had the first good opportunity to look at her captor. 
And it was not a charming sight. Hideous bloodied muzzle looked at her and exhaled, coating Lana in the concentrated scent. This close it was so sweet that it was bordering on sour. Speaking of blood, one of the creature’s eyes was out and a long and bloody gash stretched from the empty socket across the skull. As Lana dropped her sight from the ugly picture, she noticed that the whole troll is covered in fresh wounds. An arrow was also sticking from its back. 
Lana’s head became more than a bit dizzy as she started to pray to all gods. If this was her final moment, she will not embarrass her ancestors, at least. The beast meanwhile poked its muzzle in her midsection, and then lifted the woman higher. 
Lana’s hands started to become numb when the troll cupped her lower half in its other arm. She felt its head poking in her lower abdomen this time.
“Is it trying to decide which the tastiest part to eat first is?” she was confused, and not only from the all-permeating scent. The troll's attitude didn’t seem aggressive.
“Eeek!” she screamed when the beast tore her skirt and underwear in one swing. 
“I didn’t even notice when he grabbed my clothes! What in the Oblivion is he doing?” her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something rough but slimy on her inner thigh.   And again, on another one. And again, closer to her…
Looking down, she found the troll's wide tongue licking all over her lower parts. 
“Wait, don’t lick this place,” Lana whimpered and immediately gasped out loud when the creature's tongue hit her womanhood for the first time. But not the last! As if getting a command, the troll adjusted his grasp on her bare ass and rammed his head between her legs, lapping at her vagina with its long and warm tongue.
“Stooop, not there,” she cried from the surprise. Lana tried to wiggle her hips to little avail. Actually, it only helped the troll's tongue to attack her pussy from a new angle. Now reasonably assured that the monster did not mean to kill her, Lana realized that her body is heating, in the same way as in a hot bath. Moments ago she thought about trying to push the troll away with her legs, but now she reconsidered this plan because it could anger the creature. Yes, she rationalized; she should stay still to not anger him, definitely not because of the tingling sensation from her crotch, as well as waves of heat washing all over her body. Even the smell became kind of nice. 
Suddenly, she felt the creature's inhumanly long tongue slipping deeper inside her. After a small pang of discomfort, it filled her inner tunnel completely. Having reached the entrance to her womb, he started to wiggle the warm and slime appendage inside her. Lana half-cried-half-moaned, and the troll, as if answering, doubled its ministrations. He focused on a particular point inside her pussy, the one that sent some weird sensations to her tummy and forced her to gasp several times. Lana felt her legs twitching uncontrollably, just moments before a wave of pleasure originated in this deep point in her belly overtook her. 
Climaxing for the first time in her life Lana cried but did not hear herself. The pleasure was way more intense than anything she ever experienced. Her sense of time vanished while she was in bliss.
When she returned back to her senses after the euphoric trance, Lana discovered that the troll lowered her to the ground. Her eyes were now on the level with its throbbing, erect shaft. Like hypnotized, Lana cannot take her eyes away from the enormous pillar of meat, thicker than her arm, with an even wider crown of black flesh with some purple ooze on the tip. She struggled not to throw up when this thing swayed as the troll took a step toward her. Considering his previous actions and how erect he was it did not take long for Lana to infer what he is up to. 
She crawled backward, away from the monster. Troll reached to grab her… and stopped as if struck by thunder, looking at his clawed paw. A silent scene lasted a couple of seconds and what happened next forced Lana to reconsider if she is still sane. 
The troll’s paw, the one that he tried to grab the woman with, suddenly detached itself from the body and fell off. Upon hitting the ground, the arm crumbled into purple dust. Troll watched dumbfounded at the stump where his arm used to be, but instead of blood, the same purple-ish dust was flowing out of it. The beast tried to roar, but the sound ended abruptly and he just stood there with its maw wide open.
Lana, by no means an expert at troll facial expressions, could swear that the beast was bulging its three eyes in surprise. 
“What is going on with him?” Lana received the answer immediately, as his whole body shook… and exploded into dust. 
The purple stuff was all over her hair, skin, and dress. Lana sneezed fiercely several times and decided it is just easier to breathe with her mouth, which resulted in her mouth being full of the dust too. She sprang from the ground and ran away from the meadow, back to the creek. 
Freshwater helped her to wash the dust away from her face and arms. She tried to clear as much of it as possible from her skirt, fairly successfully. 
Lana silently stood up and composed herself. She cast a glance back at the beast's remains. All that was left was an ivory-white skeleton and a pool of pink dust around it. A gentle wind created a small whirlpool of the dust, spreading it all over the clearing. 
“I better get out before the wind throws this crap all over me again.” Stepping as silently as possible just in case, she crossed the creek and found her boots and the basket exactly where she left it. It was there that the tears finally burst.
“I am ruined! No one would even look at me now! I have lost my virginity to a troll! TROLL!!!” Lana wiped her tears and quickly examined her pussy, fearing that it was torn by the creature's thick tongue. To her relief, her womanhood looked completely normal. There also was no blood, and in general, her vagina looked and felt exactly like usual.  Also, she finally noticed that she was still naked waist-down, clutching her ruined skirt to the chest. 
She managed to adjust her skirt so no one would notice that it is torn without close examination, but it required one of her arms to constantly hold the upper hem of the clothes. But what to do with panties? It is impossible to wear them now, and her other hand will be occupied by the basket. If she just puts it in the basket people will surely notice and start asking questions. After some thinking, she decided to hide it in a nearby tree hollow. She will return for them later.
“Okay, it is not as horrible as it looks,” she calmed herself. “No one has seen or heard me, or they would have helped. It happened pretty far from the village, the creek bank and the dragonthorn shrub probably hid me while I was….” she started sobbing again. 
“Stop it! Tears never help, they just make everything ugly,” she chastised herself, and after washing her face in the creek Lana turned around and headed home. 
“Why did the troll even do something like that? I have never heard about trolls trying to mate with humans. Maybe he had mistaken me for a troll woman?” she felt a pang of anger at this thought. She was not that ugly! Actually, she knew for sure that her ginger hair and freckles, as well as decent-sized breasts and curvaceous hips, made more than one pair of male villager's eyes follow her. Perhaps her figure was a bit chubby, but nowhere near to be mistaken with a troll!
“And he turned to dust after… What is up with that? I have never heard about anything like it.” She was fairly sure that this wasn’t normal for trolls to crumble like that. The only answer was that it was a magic troll. This means that someone put a spell on him, which in turn means that there can be more trolls like him. She shivered from this thought and picked up the pace. 
After around an hour of similar ruminations, she finally approached the outskirts of the Dragon Bridge village. Fortunately, her house was not in the center, so she managed to avoid too much neighbor attention and in five minutes, she was already passing the home gates. 
As soon as she got home, Lana started to boil water for a hot bath. She wanted to wash away all troll filth as well as remnants of this nauseating smell and the pink powder. Around an hour later, she was furiously scratching herself with a wisp of bast. Lana wanted not to miss a spot, so after washing her whole body she decided to scrub her crotch as well. But as soon as she tried to touch her pussy with the bast, she shrieked and dropped it. She felt a familiar sensation of tingling through her entire body when she touched anywhere near her slit. 
“This is not normal! Okay, if I do this carefully…” she slowly and deliberately washed herself, taking care not to overstimulate her womanhood. At first, Lana constantly winced when she hit the sensitive lips and especially the upper edge of her pussy, but soon discovered that the feeling was actually not unpleasant. Pretty much the opposite, she caught herself touching her pussy in the places that she already washed before.
“I am just making sure that everything is clean,” she thought. 
“Yeah, this is for the best,” she raced fingers over her slit up and down for several minutes, but soon noticed that a certain spot felt way better than the others. 
“Yeah, I remember, the troll was licking it. I better make sure it is clean,” she applied more effort to this exact spot, slowly circling her fingers on it. Lana felt a familiar sensation of something steadily building up inside, the pleasure permeating her whole body. 
“I need to rub the other parts too, to wash the whole thing,” Lana perched on the bath edge, her hand working feverishly on her clit, her other hand making its way to her crotch. She started to trace her fingers over her slit and moaned. Up and down, up and down. 
“This feels great! Can’t believe I did not touch this place before, what a fool I was.” With both of her hands working together on her womanhood, Lana felt that it is only a matter of time before she is going to climax. However, the release was avoiding her. After a couple of minutes of intense rubbing, she gritted her teeth. 
“This isn’t working! What do I need?” and then an idea occurred to her. Lana stopped caressing her slit for a moment, and after bracing herself, plunged a finger inside her hole.
This did the trick and finally pushed her over the edge. Lana moaned and slowly slipped down to the bath, enjoying her first self-induced orgasm. The familiar tingles and waves of pleasure consumed her once more but without a disgusting troll this time. Intense heat both from the inside and outside has taken the young woman completely from this world, and Lana welcomed the feeling.  
For a minute or so she was just lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. When she started returning to her senses, Lana couldn’t help but feel disgusted with herself. What she did was dirty, why does she have these weird feelings now? Well, the answer is on the surface – the troll incident. 
“Okay, I better actually wash myself before the water gets cold. Ernin will return from the lumber mill soon, I better warm up the food.”
Her marriage to Ernin was arranged when she was a child but postponed until she is 19 years old, thanks to her mother’s demand. Lana greatly missed her parents, who died during a plague a year ago. It was rumored that the plague was created by Forsworn Hags, but Lana could not care less when she was burying and mourning her parents.
 According to traditions a young bride is expected to live in her fiancé's house, so here she is. It is not like Ernin is a bad man, but he is a man alright. For the last year, Lana has been fending off his advances, saying that it is not appropriate for them to do naughty things before marriage. 
After the bath, Lana warmed up the food just in time for her future husband to get home. 
Ernin could hardly be called handsome, although he was not ugly either. Average height, stocky build from the work on a lumber mill. The most prominent feature of his face was his mustache and scarce beard. 
“My love, how are you going to spoil me today?”
“We have porridge with meat, and I got some early raspberry, Ernin.”
She never liked it when he addressed her as “love”, it pretty much meant there was going to be some sort of advance from his side. Indeed, he pulled her into an embrace that lasted awkwardly long.
“I am blessed with a woman like you, always keeping something on the table!”
“I would be blessed if you took a dip in a river after work. Ernin, you do not smell all that nice after a day on the mill.”
“A true masculine smell of hard labor, you woman will never get it,” he laughed.
“Whatever...”
She disentangled herself from his embrace and continued her chores, listening to his sometimes decent jokes. 
“I tell you, our new foreman is like a Stendarr in the flesh! Compared to our last one, at least. Hodin is one of the boys, I remember how he taught me how to handle logs. And how to drink like a true Nord, ha!”
Lana listened half-curiously. The lumber mill workers processed logs and then let them drift down the river. This was the biggest income source of the village these days after trading declined thanks to king Ulfric’s embargo on trade with the Empire and Thalmor alike. Most of the village men worked in the mill, so it was no surprise that the news about the new chief was the main source of rumors in Dragon Bridge.
“Well I hope he will not overwork you. Or overdrink, for that matter.”
Ernin laughed at that remark. He is not all that bad, Lana thought. Just a bit simple and too direct, as Nords often are. 
As the evening went by, Lana started to feel weird again. When she randomly brushed her crotch with her dress, jolts of pleasure made her even more bothered. By the time they decided to go to sleep Lana seriously contemplated touching herself before bed. Resisting the temptation, she changed to her nightie and lay next to him. 
“You are all red-faced, my love. Have my jokes been too much for you?” Ernin pulled her for another embrace and this time she did not have the strength to resist. Their lips met, and she was surprised by how soft the kiss felt. The next moment though she felt the scrapping of his mustache and his smell and broke the kiss. Lana watched Ernin, who was genuinely surprised that she even allowed him to kiss her, and thought that she should probably reward him for all the hard work on the mill. A chill ran through her pussy with this thought. 
“You know what, my love? If you return home tomorrow not stinking of sweat I might change my mind on our pre-marriage arrangements.”
Then she promptly rolled on her side and turned her back on him, showing that this conversation is over. 
Lana’s sleep was restless. In the dream, she wandered around the village, but the familiar sights were contorted and warped by some purple mist, hanging over the land. When she tried to look at something, the object was instantly covered with a carpet of pink flowers, spreading the familiar sickening smell before dissolving in the mist all together. The air was eerily still, not a single sound of a bird or insect disrupting the mesmerizing swirls of the purple mist. Suddenly, she heard a sound from the center of the village. Lana rushed forward, pushing the mist aside…
She woke up. Ernin was snoring next to her, first rays of light were creeping through the ceiling. 
“What a weird dream. I am kinda curious what was in the center of the village,” she idly ruminated. Quite soon her attention turned to other matters, particularly to her underwear, which felt unusually warm. Lana carefully rose from the bed and sneaked to the bath. There she stripped down and noticed a palm-sized wet spot on her panties.
“Have I peed myself?” she thought with embarrassment. But there was way too little moisture for this to be the case, and also no smell. She brushed her hand over her crotch and hissed. The familiar sensations from yesterday, but way stronger, assaulted her body. She traced along her pussy lips with a finger and stared at the glistening liquid covering her fingertip.  
“I really need to touch myself. There is no harm in it, I just have to vent out the stress. Yes, yesterday was pretty stressful. But not with Ernin in the house.” She slipped into her everyday clothes, paying special attention to not overstimulating her vagina while putting on new panties. 
Lana woke up Ernin, warmed up the food, and then goodbye-kissed him again, hoping that this will motivate him not to become a stinky mess at work today. As soon as his back disappeared around the corner, Lana rushed to the bathroom. She stripped waist down, and without losing any time placed one hand over her clit and started caressing her pussy with another. She moaned long and low while being overwhelmed with pleasure again. 
After a minute of intense pussy teasing Lana felt that her legs started to become unsteady. “Perhaps it would be more convenient if I am doing this sitting or lying,” with this in mind she exited the bathroom and moved to the bed, avoiding windows to not be seen. 
Sitting comfortably on the bed, she continued her assault on her vagina. Today the sensations she felt were more intense, and she used it to determine which parts of the pussy were the most pleasurable to touch. As she frantically teased her slit Lana noticed that her lips spread apart, as if inviting something inside. She used this opportunity to slide a finger inside herself and almost cried from the sensation. Yesterday she came right after putting a finger inside, but today Lana took the opportunity to explore her pussy more. She wriggled her finger, caressing her walls in different ways, trembling and moaning when she hit the right spot. 
“Doing it with the forefinger is not really comfortable,” she thought, retracting it from her pussy. “Maybe the middle finger will be better. It is longer too,” Lana felt that there is a certain point inside her that would feel really good if she reached it. But the middle finger also proved insufficient to reach… whatever was inside her. She winced from frustration and plunged the ring finger in her now gooey and sloppy hole as well, trying to reach deeper. Although that didn’t ultimately help, she felt pleasantly stretched and started to experience the same jolts of pleasure as yesterday. Lana concentrated on wiggling two fingers inside her while her second hand worked on her clit all that time. The pleasure was getting more and more intense, she started to feel overheating again, even without the bath. As her fingers became blurred plunging in and out of her vagina, Lana finally brought herself to orgasm. She heard her own half-cry half-moan, but hardly registered making it. Lana drifted on the waves of ecstasy for some time, just lying on the bed, keeping her fingers inside. Finally, her rugged breath normalized and she returned to reality. 
“Good thing I decided to lie on the bed, my legs are so shaky.” Carefully, she got off the bed, feeling content and satisfied. However, chills of air on her ass and legs reminded her that she has to put herself in order. 
Lana lifted her fingers and took a whiff of her own juices out of curiosity. The smell was weak but pleasant. She wasn’t sure what made her stick her tongue and give it a lick, perhaps the same perverted curiosity. She tasted nice, so Lana licked both fingers clean. Suddenly ashamed of herself, she grabbed her clothes and rushed to the bathroom. 
A bit later, she finally started another laborious day. There always is something to do. Ernin has a bear's appetite, so cooking is an everyday issue. She visited the local shop, and bid hello to the owner. When she finished the chores, the sun was already past noon. Lana then quickly thought about going to the forest to retrieve her panties but decided that she is not yet ready to return to this place.
“I wonder what enchantment was on that troll and if it is connected to my sudden… urges. Perhaps the wise woman knows something about it?”
The local witch that lived nearby might be helpful in magic-related questions, but when Lana imagined telling her about her sex with the troll her face reddened. 
“Perhaps later. Right now I do not feel weird or anything anyway.” Lana decided to calm her nerves by gardening, caring for all sorts of plants that she brought home from her forest ventures in the past. Some of them were in pots, staying on windowsills, while others were planted everywhere around the house. She lost herself in it so much that the next thing she noticed was the sound of the gates, signaling that Ernin returned home. 
“As always, my love is making everything around her as beautiful as herself,” he hugged and kissed her. Lana very much doubted that she was all that pretty right now with her hands caked with dirt and hair in disarray, but the compliment was nice and, most importantly, he actually took time to dip in the river today, so she returned the kiss and let it linger for a bit. 
They proceeded to have supper, and then she listened to his banter and stories. The evening was quite nice as they spoke about preparation for their wedding. The whole evening Lana teased him with hints of what she will do to him at night, making her fiancé red-faced more than once. 
“I never thought that teasing men is so much fun!” she thought while the familiar feeling of heat slowly crept up her body. 
After quick consideration, Lana did not put any panties under her nightie before going to bed. She gave a light pat to her crotch and shivered from the pleasant sensations. Feeling naughty, she returned to the bed with anticipation of more action for her pussy. 
“The teasing was nice, I guess it is time to actually thank him for listening to my wishes.'' Ernin did not even have a chance to make a move before Lana pulled him into a kiss, a deeper one this time. They had been making out for a couple of minutes when she noticed something hard poking at her thigh. Lana dragged her leg over Ernin’s body to feel it more. 
Before long, without breaking the kiss, she traced her finger through his hairy chest to the waistband of his pants and yanked them down. In the unsteady light of the lamp, it was hard to discern how long his member is, but it was way smaller than the troll's. 
“I guess I should have expected that, probably not many men pack a shaft of this size,” she thought while taking his dick into her palm and squeezing it. Ernin moaned into her mouth, and that was all the encouragement Lana needed. She ran her fingers all over his cock, trying to feel it better. Lana soon discovered how to produce the best reactions from Ernin (gauging by his moans) and started to jerk her hand up and down, occasionally giving his glans a bit of extra caress. 
All this action got her pussy begging for attention and all hot. “Perhaps this is the time for you to learn how to please a girl,” she thought while grabbing his hand and pressing it against her crotch. Ernin fumbled, not knowing what parts to touch and generally overwhelmed by this sudden development. Lana sighed, and without breaking her grasp on his penis guided his hand to her clit. But Ernin surprised her, and not in a good way, by some sudden jerks of his whole body, and then cumming all over her hand. 
He removed his hand from her pussy, causing a disappointed grunt from Lana – 
“Hey, care to finish?” she uttered, but Ernin hardly heard her, lying on his back, smiling like a lunatic. “Guess it is up to me to do all the work around the house, even in this regard,” - she thought as she retracted her hand from his cock. Ernin’s seed felt like it was burning on her skin, so Lana decided to inspect it closer. 
It looked like his seed is glowing on her hand in the poorly lit room. Lana took a deep breath, trying to figure out its smell. The aroma was hard to describe, but she felt a slight undertone of the same sweet scent from yesterday. Mesmerized by it, she brought her hand right next to her face, looking at the reflections of the light on the murky liquid, enjoying the feeling of heat on her skin. 
Tentatively, she gave it a lick. And immediately latched her mouth to her palm, trying not to miss a drop. The seed tasted heavenly, sweet, and tender. What is more important, each lick sent a quiver through her body that resonated so nicely in her pussy. Lana placed a finger on her clit and quickly rubbed herself to climax while feasting on cum. She drifted in a sea of ecstasy, the sensations amplified somehow by the consumed seed.
Lana stopped bathing her palm in saliva when it became clear that she got all of Ernin’s cum. Speaking of him, when Lana returned to her senses she heard soft snoring sounds.
“Seriously?” Irritated by the lack of respect for her needs, Lana turned her back on him and quickly drifted off to sleep. 
She was back in her purple dream, chasing something in the center of the village. Today the sound was clearer and reminded her of someone sloppily eating something. But when she tried to see what this is all about, the endless streets of the village lead her away from the center to a never-ending labyrinth of purple haze and flowers. 
Lana woke up from the clutter of dishes in the kitchen. Today Ernin got up first and now was in the middle of fixing himself a breakfast. 
Feeling extremely content and cozy, she spent the next minutes lazing under a blanket. 
“My love has awakened, now the sunshine truly lights our house,” Ernin exclaimed and kissed her goodbye before work. “I will return here looking for the warmth of a sunset today.”
“Damn, he really has a way with words.” As Lana watched him depart for work, she found it impossible to be angry for yesterday's negligence from him. 
“How did I never notice this before? I guess he compliments when he wants something naughty from me. Typical man.”
“The floors are not going to scrub themselves. Come up, you lazy bum.” she chastised herself. There was something that made her extremely relaxed and content this morning, and Lana's thoughts returned to yesterday's activities. Why do people shun all this stuff? She was raised to think that everything about physically making love is improper and not something to look forward to. Her cheeks became red. Yesterday her resolve came from being horny, but now, Lana realized that she anticipates today’s evening. 
Maybe she should step it up a bit even. She bit her lip, thinking of possibilities. Finally, she got up and started her day. While changing, Lana brushed a finger over her slit, mildly surprised of it not being oversensitive again. She actually started to get used to that. 
As usual, cooking, doing laundry and other chores quickly got her occupied. Several times during the day she touched herself, trying to figure out when the nice feelings appeared. The observations brought her another orgasm when she discovered that even if her pussy is not sensitive to begin with, a bit of fingering quickly makes it so. 
“There are worse ways to pass the time,” she thought, sitting on the bed with her skirt discarded. Then she gasped at the sight of a spot that her naughty alone time left on the blanket. 
“Oh no, I should have expected that with all this wetness on my fingers.” First, she addressed the fingers by licking them clean, then took the blanket to a laundry basket. 
“I do have some free time before Ernin is back, maybe I should go for a stroll.” She changed and took her time walking the trails around the village, taking care not to wander too far. However, she did not muster the courage to return to the site of the troll encounter. 
On her way back she chatted with neighbors, mostly about her upcoming wedding. When she returned home, Ernin already chewed through half of the dinner.
“My love returned, and with her the heat…or was it… yeah, the warmth is back in my house!”
“That was weird but still nice.” Lana decided not to dwell on it and moved to have her own meal. 
As soon as Ernin finished his food he got all fidgety, not so subtly hinting that he would not mind the repetition of yesterday's handjob. 
“Handjob? What a weird word. I guess it fits, I did most of the work with my hand.”
While Lana put up some token rejections, the truth was that she started salivating as soon as she saw him. She didn’t mind in the slightest working a bit with her hand to gain her real meal, the sweetest kind of meal. Lana couldn’t believe she lived under the same roof with him and never even suspected what heavenly nectar he could produce. 
Ernin felt that her objections had no actual resolve behind them and softly pulled her to the bed. Yesterday they caressed each other before sleep, but today neither of them felt like waiting for the night. Lana allowed herself to be guided to their bed by hugging and kissing, and in no time she knelt in front of Ernin, who already briefly struggled with a belt and then dropped his pants. 
Today Lana decided to take a closer look at his shaft. It indeed was way smaller than a troll's and also covered in soft skin that was quite nice to touch. She slowly moved her hand, savoring the feeling of warmth and softness, as his cock expanded and stood erect, pointing at her with a small hole. 
“So that is where the seed comes from. Let’s explore a bit,” she thought while looking at Ernin’s balls, dangling below the shaft. She cupped them with her other hand, and after receiving a pleasure moan from him started to enthusiastically fondle them. 
Under her ministrations the penis expanded to its full extent, which was slightly shorter than her palm. Lana wondered if it is a typical size for them. She started to stroke it in the earnest, receiving the encouraging grunts. After a while Lana changed her hand and redoubled her efforts, getting more and more thirsty as she felt his dick twitching. She noticed something glistening on the tip and prepared herself to catch the prize. 
Several strokes after he finally erupted. Lana gasped when the first rope of semen landed on her blouse. “Oh no, I have lost some… Better make sure that no more is wasted!” She cupped her palms over his glans, enjoying the warmth of his stuff pouring into her hands. When he finished cumming Lana eagerly licked all his seed, and then fondled his cock a bit more, squeezing a drop of cum on the tip, which she immediately scooped and put into her mouth. 
Yesterday she ate all cum instantly, taken by surprise how good it tastes. So today Lana decided to savor it and rolled her treat inside her mouth several times before swallowing. The flavor and texture were similar to fresh honey but way richer and thicker, and with some barely perceptible undertones that she found difficult to recognize but enjoyed anyway. Like it was honey made from unknown and exotic flowers. 
After consuming what Ernin had to offer, Lana noticed a wet spot on her blouse and decided to change. “Hmm, I should be more careful while doing… stuff with Ernin. I just did the laundry a couple of days ago, but the basket will be full in no time if things continue to go like this.” 
When she returned to their bedroom, Ernin was still lying with a blissful facial expression. 
“Hey love hero, how about pulling up your pants?” Lana teased him. 
Meanwhile, she was seriously worked up. Lana tried to distract herself from her aching womanhood by washing dishes but found it impossible to concentrate on the task. After almost breaking a plate she gave up and returned to the bedroom. 
Ernin actually put his pants back in their rightful place and now was lying relaxed, whistling some motive. 
“Hey…”
“Hey, beautiful. Want to rest with your beloved husband?”
Lana rubbed her thighs, unnoticed by Ernin due to her skirt. 
“We are yet to get married…” she felt a bit confused since they have already done things that only husbands and wives are supposed to do. 
“I was thinking… Maybe we should do it one more time? I still feel kind of weird…”
As expected, he smiled at the suggestion:
“My love finally found what a man has to offer! You can have all of it, dear!”
“Actually, I was thinking you can help me…” she started, but the sight of his cock coming to life again as he slid down his pants distracted her. 
She quickly got on her knees in front of him and gave his shaft a probing squeeze.
“Know what, Ernin? You can lie back, I will take care of things from here.”
He happily obliged. Lana wiggled out of her skirt and plunged a finger inside her hole. She immediately added a second one when she felt how moist she was. With her other hand, she started stroking his manhood, which was slowly rising again. 
“Is it because he erupted recently? His shaft feels softer and a bit smaller than before.” 
Yet again she caught a glistening on the tip of his dick and decided to take a closer look. 
Close up Lana noticed a drop of colorless liquid on the tip. She stopped jerking, gathered the liquid, and put it into her mouth. The taste definitely was there, but weaker, more of a promise of what to come. She started enthusiastically moving her hand again. 
In several seconds, a new drop is formed on the tip. The same liquid, as Lana confirmed after tasting. 
“Is this what manhood does normally? Perhaps it is their way of getting wet, just like me.” 
Speaking of getting wet, her fingers started to make a squelching sound that made the situation even more perverted. 
Fascinated by his dick, Lana put her face right next to it. When the next drop formed, she decided not to break her handjob but save the time and lick straight from the source. So she kissed his tip and sucked in the delicious treat. 
Ernin made a loud moan and actually raised his head to see what is going on. Their eyes locked while Lana held the tip of his meaty glans in her mouth. For a moment she did not know what to do but gave it a tentative lick while looking straight at his eyes. 
“By the gods, this feels heavenly” he whispered. Encouraged by his approval, Lana started to slash her tongue all over his glans. She even felt his cock getting a bit bigger and harder, expanding to its full size. 
She kept this up for a while, bathing the head of his dick in hot saliva while planting tongue strokes all over it. She became so enthralled in the process that when the first rope of cum hit her throat, Lana gagged and almost let his cock out of her mouth. 
Almost, but not quite. Fearing that she will lose some seed like the last time, Lana swallowed his dick even deeper to not let even a drop of her ambrosia escape. Warmth flooded her chest and spread over her body, triggering an explosive orgasm when it hit her lower regions. For a minute Lana allowed herself to be carried by this feeling, basking in the pleasure. When his dick dispensed all it had into her eager gullet, Lana continued to gently suckle on it for a bit. 
When she returned back from her euphoric journey, she let his now limp shaft slip from her mouth. She grabbed her skirt from the floor and stood up. 
“I should hit the bathroom and clean myself” thinking that Lana turned on unsteady legs and slowly exited the room. It occurred to her that Ernin probably was able to see her naked ass-cheeks while she moved, as well as suspiciously glistening thighs, but she dismissed these thoughts. He is probably staring at the ceiling blissfully right now. 
“What a mess I made again. But it was worth it, no doubt.” Her juices covered all inner thighs, and several streaks of liquid traced down to the knees. Her pussy was a total mess. Lana usually groomed it to some degree to avoid trouble during her period, and now the remaining short hair was matted and clinging to her crotch. She wiped herself, creating several jolts of pleasure from her pussy in the process. Blessing herself for the decision to drop panties before she started leaking like a wineskin, she put them back on. Feeling satisfied with her look and generally content after a recent orgasm she returned to her fiancé. 
Unsurprisingly, he was already snoring when she got back. The events of the evening took a toll on him, so Lana decided not to disturb Ernin. Come to think of it, she also felt sleepy. 
Lying next to him, Lana ruminated about the event of the recent days. “I am absolutely sure I never had these urges and feelings before. What happened? Is that what they call ‘coming in age?’ After all, all wives do this stuff with their husbands, don’t they?” Another possibility, which she was afraid to admit to herself, is that the troll incident affected her somehow. Has the beast awoken her woman's side? Or maybe it has something to do with the enchantment that turned him into dust? 
“This pink dust… I washed it away as soon as I could, but perhaps it did something to me?" She shivered. The idea that something magical is happening to her was uncomfortable. But if she asks the local witch for advice then she would have to tell the whole story. And if the rumor reaches the village… She would actually prefer turning into dust like the troll. 
"I do not feel particularly magical." Lana extended her arm above her head trying to conjure… something. Nothing happened and she felt dumb. She slowly drifted to sleep, idly wondering if the troll seed tastes just as good as human’s. 
Undisturbed by weird dreams, the next day she awoke before Ernin. The sun was about to rise, their bedroom becoming more lighted by the minutes.
"We slept in our clothes, ugh." Lana quietly washed her face to banish sleepiness and looked at Ernin. Now she felt conflicted about their recent activities. 
He definitely was not the most romantic man around, but Lana felt she wouldn't find many romantics in the village even if she tried. But he is a hard-working Nord, and he definitely has some nice compliments. Not to say about his hidden features... 
His hidden feature became quite visible when she turned onto his back in his sleep. Lana noticed his morning hard-ons quite a while ago, but before she considered it gross. 
Now she was intrigued. The taste still lingered in her mouth, and the only thing between Lana and her treat was his linen pants. 
The familiar heat appeared in her lower abdomen and crept through her body. Lana made a tentative step towards the bed. 
"Do I really want to do this? Well he gave me some sweet honey yesterday; I guess it is okay to thank him. And he works so hard on the mill every day." With these thoughts, her steps became less tentative. 
"I hope he doesn't wake up too early". Lana carefully put her weight on the bed and crawled to Ernin. She slowly untied his waistband and carefully pulled his pants down. 
His dick sprang, free of the confines. Lana licked her lips and gulped it in one go, even deeper than yesterday. Ernin groaned in his sleep, and again after Lana slid her lips up and down his shaft. She did not use her tongue, curious about how much lipswork it would take to wake him. 
Slowly down the shaft and then swiftly up, every motion causing him to moan. Lana counted three sucks before she felt his body moving. Dumbfounded for a moment, he quickly broke into a smile:
“I can get used to waking up like that. My love, you are everything a man can dream about.” 
She let his dick out of her mouth:
“Depends on your behavior.”  
In reality, there was no way she would give up on his delicious seed. But she could already see how this threat will keep him in line. 
Lana returned to sucking. The sun was only rising, so she took her time teasing him. She enveloped his dick with her mouth, generously coating it with saliva and lashing her tongue all over it. Quite soon the room became filled with slurping sounds, which she found naughty but thrilling, exactly like what they were doing right now.
They say that anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure by itself, and it was true for Lana for the first several minutes. But Ernin refused to cum, only moaning and encouraging her, so she got a bit tired of tasting the weak, diluted taste of his precum. Also, their time was limited. 
So Lana redoubled her efforts, hollowing cheeks to create more suction. She pressed her tongue to his glans and ran it all over the raspy surface. The result flowed into her mouth shortly, and she did not waste a drop of it thanks to her lips tightly sealed around his dick. 
Lana was unable to touch herself while lying on her tummy so after getting up she realized how hot and worked up she is. Ernin awkwardly stood up near, trying to hide his dilated prick back into his trousers. She tried to kiss him and perhaps suggest a place where his fingers would be welcomed, but Ernin jumped away when he realized her intentions.
“Wash your mouth first. Also, I really have to eat and go, we start working with the first sunlight.”
Lana pouted but decided against pushing it. After all, she can take care of the things herself.
Once he left that was exactly what she did. The climax was mind-shattering as always. Sitting bottomless on the edge of the bath, Lana pondered how to make him tend to her needs in return. The most obvious decision would be to stop sucking and jerking him off, but Lana already knew that she cannot give up on his tasty seed now. 
The only alternative she can think of was to allow him to fuck her. Lana cringed, not sure if she is ready to go that far with this. She admitted to herself that sex with the troll wasn't that horrible, even considering that she was not in the right mind at the moment.
"But now it is different! I am not besotted with some stench that forced me to do weird stuff. And Ernin is not a troll, he will be my husband in a month. Maybe we should try… getting used to each other before the marriage. If something is wrong, the sooner we know it the better, right?"
She absentmindedly fingered her pussy, making quiet squelching sounds. "I guess when I grabbed his cock for the first time I already knew that we are going to have sex sooner or later. Does it really matter if it happens a couple of weeks earlier? I am sure gods have a more urgent business than tracking who sleeps with whom and when." 
After a while, she decided to drop this idea for now. Lana composed herself and started another day full of work. 
When food was cooked, the house cleaned and plants tended to, she decided to take her usual walk in a nearby forest and think her situation through. 
As always, being outside cleared her head. In the back of her mind, Lana already made a decision, so this walk was mostly to come to terms with it. 
"Okay, I don't see any harm in consummating our marriage a bit earlier. Hehe, I can't imagine Ernin's reaction when I propose it, the look on his face! Maybe I would not even need to propose it. Ernin probably wants more than just sucking.” Did she also want more? Lana was hesitant to admit it to herself, but all these thoughts about sex made her all tingly and hot. 
“I better get home and take care of things. Or maaaaaybe…” it occurred to her that the more worked up she is the better sex would probably feel. “Teasing myself? This is a new low for you, girl,” she playfully addressed herself. 
She returned home, giggling like a fool. But Lana did not care about what neighbors would think, what mattered to her were pictures in her mind, one naughtier than the other. At home, she found herself unable to focus on any productive activity, good thing she already finished all chores. 
There is no denying now that she is looking forward to this. Lana removed her underwear to not stain it (also because she wanted to feel some cool air on her heated crotch) and put on the shortest skirt in her wardrobe. 
While milling around the house she brushed her hand over her pussy more than a few times. Soon she noticed that her top feels kind of tight. Lana removed it to discover that her nipples had become swollen and erect. 
“This is something new,” Lana knew that this could be a reaction to the cold. She experienced this in the past, but it was not cold in the house. She felt sweltering, a light sheen of sweat covering her breasts. Lana carefully touched one of the nipples and was not surprised that it felt pleasant. 
“Everything feels nice these days. Not that I am complaining.” She cupped her breasts, making circles with her fingers over areolae. Lana knew that she has a so-called “childbearing body”, with wide hips and large breasts. But from her experience, these jugs were more of a nuisance than a blessing, making her back ache sometimes at the end of the day. 
“At least now they have some use,” she lightly pinched one of the nipples, sending a delightful nerve impulse through her body. She continued gently caressing her tits, making them even more hot and tingly. Soon she discovered that nipple stimulation is quite nice, but not enough to push her over the edge. Lana felt a tickle of her juice rolling down on her thigh and she knew that her hole already is steamy hot like an oven, and if she plunged her fingers inside that will do the trick in no time. But she promised herself not to do it, and her hands were tired from holding her breasts. 
Lana put on her most spacious blouse and continued her waiting. “Good thing Ernin did not catch me playing with my tits, I would have died from embarrassment. I better take care to not jump on him and rip his pants, or he will think I am crazy.” 
She did not have to wait for long. Ernin returned, washed in the river and spurting new compliments:
“My love for you is elapsed…eclipsed only by the sun eclipsing...errr…”
“What is up with that?” She thought as she cut off his rambling with her lips. 
“So, how was your day, honey?” Not that she cared much, but thoughts of his honey send a shiver down her spine. She listened to stories about their neighbor almost losing a hand to a timber saw today and how men on the lumber mill dropped logs in the river and got splashed on. 
After dinner, they cuddled on the bed. Both knew where this is going, but Ernin was in for a surprise. Lana’s small talk about their wedding quickly transitioned into kissing.  Their hands started to roam over each other, Ernin using his chance to grope her ass while Lana went straight for her prize and started to stroke it lightly through his pants. 
They quickly dropped their clothes, Lana surprising him by getting completely nude. She then hugged him again, delighted by the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. Kissing passionately, she traced her hand down his body and felt that he is half-hard. Lana helped him by gently stroking the shaft.
Lana noticed that his eyes are glued to her breasts. She broke the kiss and whispered to his ear:
“You can touch them, but be gentle.”
She felt his dick twitching from these words, and a moment later, his labor-hardened palms cupped her orbs. Lana breathed in sharply, from the warmth of his hands and from the sensation of him fondling her tits. His fingers quickly found her erect nipples and started to circle over them. 
She just stayed like that for a minute, enjoying his attention to her tits. “Someone has become quite big down there; I think it is time to take things further”. She rolled from him on her back, dragging her tits from his enthusiastic fondling.
Without letting him express his disappointment, she spoke: 
“Dear, I’ve been thinking long and hard about it, and now I am ready. You may stick it in.
“Oh, I imagined saying so many times today. His face is priceless”.
“Stick whaaaaat…. Do you mean, like my cock in…. your woman…err…part?”
Lana could not help it and laughed at his face. His expression combined bewilderment, eagerness, desire, and fear that he got it all wrong.
“Sorry love, but your reaction…. Please, give me a moment, - she uttered, trying to suppress her laugh.”
“Yes, that is exactly what I mean. I think the sooner we consummate our union as a husband and wife, the better. And I am in a naughty enough mood right now, so let’s do it!”
Ernin needed no further invitation. He jumped on top of her, hugged her tightly, and kissed Lana with renewed vigor. He also poked at her thighs and pubic area with his dick, unable to find the opening. She lifted her waist a bit and parted her legs even wider, but that didn’t help.
“I better act before it got awkward,” she thought as she grabbed his manhood and lined it with her hole. Sensing the unspoken permission, he pushed forward and finally entered her. 
Their synchronous moan reverberated through the room. Lana felt that something inside her just clicked to its right place. She was making love with a man she was engaged with, in their house. The way gods and people intended to do it. 
“So hot… and tight… I love you, Lana, You are the best, most beautiful woman in the whole world,” he whispered to her ear, not breaking his thrusting. 
She enjoyed the sudden feeling of his warm breath on her ear. The intimacy of his words. It actually felt like her whole body become as sensitive as her pussy or nipples. But of course, the best feelings were coming from her vagina. Lana enjoyed the feeling of his manhood repeatedly stretching her inner tunnel. The loud sound of smacks that his hips made contacting hers made the situation even hotter, and she loved it. His relentless thrusting stimulated her pussy walls non-stop, making her roll her eyes from pleasure. 
“I want to spend a whole eternity like that, pounded to heaven,” and of course, when she thought that, Ernin started to flex his muscles erratically and whispered:
“I am close, honey… It will come out soon….”
Lana wanted to scream to him to hold on and continue his assault on her pussy, but all she managed was a low and sensual moan. He took it as a sign of approval, pushed his dick as deep as possible, and started to seed her. 
Lana gasped from the feeling of his fiery hot cum inside. He came a lot, spreading warmth all over her inner channel. She felt some of it seeping deeper, inside her most sensitive chamber. Even without cumming, Lana descended into a weird state of euphoria, as if her body absorbed his seed and converted it into pleasant tingles all over her body. Little explosions of pleasure satisfied her enough, but she still was nowhere near climax, so she locked her legs behind Ernin’s back, forcing him to stay inside. 
For some time they were relaxedly making out. Soon, Lana discovered for the first time that prolonged kissing sessions with him made the lower half of her face kind of itchy and red, and not in a good way. 
“Honey, your mustache and beard are scrapping me, so let’s take a break from kissing for a bit.”
He meekly agreed and tried to roll off her only to discover that her meaty thighs prevented him from leaving. Lana smiled at his confused face:
“I am not done with you yet and the evening just began, I just need my face to have a little rest.”
“Did you enjoy it, my love? I swear I had the best time of my life, you are so soft and tender and beautiful and lovely…”
Lana listened to his praises not without satisfaction, but in truth, she could not say the same. She did not cum and her expectations of how long he can last were higher. In the back of her mind, she even thought that troll’s tongue felt better and bigger, and he brought her an orgasm alright, but she purged these thoughts. She would not compare her husband-to-be to a foul beast that just took her like a tavern whore!
So she faked a smile a said that she really enjoyed it too, which was true to an extent, but Lana could not help but think that this might have gone better. Maybe he has enough juice for the second round? She flexed the walls of her pussy and understood that he is still limp. 
“I have an idea how to accelerate his recovery”. She unlocked her legs and told him:
“Dear, how about a little change of pose?”
A minute later, Ernin lay on his back, watching unbelievably at Lana swallowing the whole length of his dick. She decided that a bit of direct stimulation would help him to get erect again. 
Lana sucked his half-hard shaft with abandon, working her lips, coiling her tongue around it. She intentionally slurped loud while sucking to make the whole thing hotter. It worked, he gradually returned to full hardness, the tip of his dick poking at her throat. 
Lana let his cock out of her mouth and climbed on him. She figured that if she is on top, his dick will be able to reach deeper inside. After a bit of adjustment, she lowered herself and realized that her plan worked. Lana pressed down her bottom, trying to reach the maximum penetration. 
Ernin let out something incoherent and then whimpered:
“My love, you are a bit…”
Lana glared at him fiercely, sending a clear message:
“Do not you dare to say that I am heavy, you fast-shooting shortie.”
He got the implication and gulped down everything he had to say. 
Lana lifted her hips and then smacked down, impaling herself on his dick. Then, again and again, increasing the amplitude and speed. Ernin suddenly became scared of that crazy woman who looked like his shy and withdrawn bride. Lana kept eye contact while riding him, and he was afraid to break it first. He perceived himself as a dominant partner in their sex, usually initiating it and cumming when he felt like it. Now, with Lana being on top, using him to get herself off, he was not so sure any longer. 
She threw her head back, lost in the delight of their love-making. This made her tits stick forward, and Ernin did not lose an opportunity to grab them. “Perhaps, this will give me some control over the situation,” he thought. 
Lana gasped from the feeling of his hands on her breasts. 
“Yesss, squeeze them,” she hissed. He was happy to oblige. 
Lana meanwhile was having the time of her life. His dick reached deeper than before, so now she was riding him like a possessed. She delighted every time his shaft pushed apart her flesh folds, sending crashing waves of pleasure through her whole body. She increased the speed of her riding so much she noticed that the bed’s legs started making banging sounds. 
But at the moment Lana didn’t care about the scrapped floor. Neither did she care for Ernin’s well-being under her relentless assault. All that mattered was the pure euphoria that she gladly embraced.
However, all good things end. With her oversensitive pussy walls Lana felt his dick twitching. She already knew what it means, but at first, tried to ignore it by pretending that it might have been a random movement. Another twitch followed after the first one, and then one more. Ernin mumbled something, so Lana realized he is about to cum. 
She slammed her hips onto his lap with all she had, trying to enjoy herself while it lasts. Lana tensed her inside muscles and sensed even the smallest movement of his dick. When it was about to erupt, she impaled herself one last time, hoping that his seed will push her over the edge.
She was not disappointed. Spurts of his fiery hot cum hit the entrance of her cervix, triggering the climax. Her quivering body was aflame, toes curled almost painfully. Not that she noticed, consumed by the whirlwind of pleasure that pulled her in. Vaguely aware that she is howling like a werewolf in heat, she allowed herself to be carried by the feeling, dissolving in it. 
She lost the sense of time and her body but returned to the real world eventually.  She was lying on top of him, her voluminous breast flattened on his sides. Breathing erratically, Ernin appeared to still be recovering. Lana stretched on top of him, whispering to his ear:
“That was heavenly, dear. I love you,” and she tenderly licked his earlobe. 
Ernin finally opened his eyes and smiled nervously: 
“Yeah… I enjoyed it too…” he uttered with a weak voice. 
Lana hugged him closely, mashing their sweating bodies together. It was still not exactly the nighttime, but she did not feel like getting out of bed. With time, Ernin returned to his senses and even chucked a couple of jokes. Lana laughed at them, feeling more satisfied and at peace than she ever was in her life.
Eventually, they un-glued their bodies, cleaned up, and went to actual sleep. 
“I am not sure I will endure another session like that. I have to ask my trusty advisor tomorrow, or that woman will be the death of me,” Ernin thought while spooning Lana. 
He woke up from the slurping sound and immediately realized what is going on. Yesterday he was delighted to be woken up like that, but today it only reminded him of their recent sex and Lana’s possessed face, eyes glowing with lust. She was sucking gently right now, but as soon as she noticed that he is awake Lana doubled her efforts. She felt weird delight when his dick hit her throat and the tickle of pre-cum encouraged her to suck even harder. Today she managed to make him cum quickly, and milked his dick for as much delicious cream as possible. Lana already imagined a dull day of waiting for Ernin’s return from the job, so she wanted to savor the moment while she can. 
After eating his breakfast, he almost ran to work. Unknowingly for Lana, all these days Ernin has been consulting with the foreman Hodin about how to conquer a woman’s heart. As soon as he reached the mill, Ernin immediately found his superior. Fortunately, it was only two of them this early.
“Oh, the lover boy! How is it going?” Hodin greeted him. 
“Remember all the nice compliments you taught me? The ones that women are supposed to like? Well, it turned out that Lana liked them so much that she literally jumped on me yesterday!” Ernin felt his voice cracking. 
Hodin cocked his brow in surprise:
“Lana always seemed to be a shy little girl, hard to believe she can be that wild. Also, it almost sounds like you are complaining, ha!” – He slammed his palm on Ernin’s back.
“Congrats, boy, you are a man now!”
“I tell you, something is up with this woman. She almost crushed me with her hips, I was drained yesterday, she milked me like a bull!”
“Really?..” Hodin stroked his chin, “It sounds to me that you need some stamina! Listen here…” He dropped his voice to the secretive whisper:
“You know that I have a bit of a reputation with ladies.”
Ernin was well aware of that, as well as half of the Dragon Bridge. Hodin warmed beds of all single women in the village and of more than a few married too. This was the reason why Ernin asked his advice in the first place. 
“So if I have to get going for hours in a row, our local witch can sell a certain tincture. Tell her that you are from me, she is a bit incredulous unless one knows the right approach.”
“You sure this will help? It is Sundas tomorrow, you know, our day off. If things will be going as they are right now, I will need all my strength.”
“Hey friend, has good old Hodin wronged you before? Everything I told you worked, right? The most beautiful and curvy redhead in the whole village is in bed with you! With my advice, you will give her the day of her life tomorrow!”
Ernin weakly smiled, thanked him, and headed to greet other workers, who that just arrived at the lumber mill. He did not look back to notice that Hodin’s eyes followed the young man, a deeply thoughtful expression appeared on the foreman’s face. 
“Okay, louts, the logs won’t chop themselves! Get to it!” Hodin yelled ten minutes later, then called his deputy and ordered him to keep an eye on the men while he is off for half an hour “to see an old friend of mine”. Deputy nodded and buckled up, while the foreman headed to the local witch house. 
Meanwhile, Lana carried out her everyday responsibilities. “Is there more in life than constant cooking, cleaning, and sewing? I guess children shake things up,”  she thought. “I am not sure I am ready for kids. I somehow feel that Ernin’s seed did not take root in me. Other women will probably laugh at that, ugh.” From her life experience, there was very little to do in Dragon Bridge for women apart from minding the house and giving birth. “Wish I was born in Whiterun or Solitude, all interesting news comes from there. Although the Solitude was besieged and burned down by Ulfric five years ago, I guess living in a big city has its risks.”
Lana sighed. Sometimes thoughts like this come to her head unbidden, and it was not easy to shake them off. “It is probably because of our yesterday fun with Ernin. I do not think I am ready to create an actual family. The sex was great though, no doubts about that. Am I going to make love to him until I am knocked up? I should ask older women how they avoid pregnancy.” 
She almost burned the soup over these sad ruminations. The rest of the day was uneventful as ever, but at least tending to her flowers cheered her up. Lana even decided to pick a day and go for the flower hunt the next week. 
Ernin returned home to see her bend over some flowers, rooting out weeds. “Let’s hope this will help me to make it through tomorrow”, - he thought, clutching a bottle in his pocket. A bottle that he recently bought from the witch with the promise of turning him into a beast in bed. “Surely, when the novelty wears off, Lana will calm down and won't ride me like insane, but until then this is my salvation.”
“Hey, Lana. How is it going?” He greeted her somewhat meekly.
“Hey there, lover,” she answered, noticing him cringe a bit from the word. “Any stories about people losing a limb to a giant saw today?”
Their banter put Ernin at ease with the time, and he managed to hide the potion without her noticing. 
He helped her in the garden until the sunset and then they ate supper. Everything was as usual as if they did not have wild sex yesterday.  
Word after word, Lana got flirty. They both knew what is coming so she decided to drop the pretense. After supper, they moved to the bed and cuddled. Cuddling quickly become kissing, and soon Lana was writhing on top of him, trying to remove as much clothing as possible without breaking the lips contact. Obviously failing, they snickered, disentangled from each other, and disrobed. 
Lana felt slightly embarrassed for how fervently she used Ernin’s dick to get herself off yesterday, so they started slowly and passionately. Ernin got on top and was sliding his cock in and out with a steady rhythm.  Lana locked her lips with his and just enjoyed making love. 
But the fire inside here was building up, and there was no way of dousing it. Lana wanted more, harder and faster. She wanted something that will make her cum like yesterday. It also just occurred to her that tomorrow is a day off for Ernin, so they can have sex for the whole night. Lana grinned and whispered: 
“You can give me all you got. Ram it deeper…”
Originally, Ernin intended to conserve his energy as much as possible, but hearing a woman asking him to give it to her does wonders to a man. He immediately picked up the pace. 
She smiled hearing that the bed started to creak. His thrusts sent jolt and shivers down her spine, and made her tits wobble back and forth. She noticed that his eyes are glued to her chest and cupped her breasts.  Lana pinched already hard nipples, discovering a new source of delightful simulation, and heard Ernin gasp. He accelerated his trusts and started to twitch inside her. Lana realized what is about to happen but just relaxed and allowed the liquid heat to flow inside. She was warming up, but nowhere near the edge, so she decided to let him have some satisfaction, for now, she will get hers soon. 
“Hey, Lana, I need to take a leak pretty badly, will be right back,” he stuttered and almost run to the bathroom. Lana meanwhile lazily rubbed herself, waiting for his return. She plunged a finger inside and felt some of his seed, so she decided to help herself. The mix of their love juices tasted quite nice so she sucked her finger to not miss a drop.
“I will probably need to suck him to hardness when he returns,” she lazily thought, inserting two fingers inside herself in hopes to fetch some more cum. But as soon as she sucked her messy fingers, Ernin sauntered back with a raging hard-on. Lana almost choked. 
“Did not know that pissing makes men hard. Not that I am complaining,” she rolled over and stuck up her ass. Lana figured that this position will allow him to reach deeper with his dick without her full weight on top of him. There also was something exciting in not seeing what he is doing with her rear. 
Ernin stared at the mouthwatering sight in front of him. For the first time, he truly appreciated how curvy Lana is. He just stood and stared at her massive milky white ass-cheeks with a thin line of pubes in-between. A drop of murky liquid run over one of her puffy outer lips, the whole crotch area glistening with moisture. 
Lana wiggled her hips a bit and brought Ernin back from his trance. He grabbed her hips, invoking a moan, lined his cock, and pushed in. Lana’s moaning deepened, and the combination of the sound, the feeling of her inner walls around his shaft, and the view of Lana’s shapely ass making ripples just drove him into a breeding frenzy.
Just when Lana was about to ask him to finally stick it she felt the tip spreading her apart.
“Yesssss,” she moaned, and it seemed to do the trick. He instantly rammed it to the hilt. And then again and again. “He is really getting into it, I love it,” were her last thoughts before dissolving into a moaning puddle of pleasure, moved by the forceful momentum of his thrusts.
Her lover was indeed getting into it. Her ass was flattened by his pelvis when he pushed it in and jiggled when he pulled out. This sight drove him even deeper into rooting her mercilessly. Lana’s butthole pulled his sight like a magnet, almost winking at him with every full thrust. He wanted to go for it with a finger but decided against it. He was afraid to spoil the moment of their heavenly lovemaking since he had no idea how Lana would react to this.
In truth, she would have hardly noticed. Lana once again transferred to the state when her whole body felt like a pussy, over-sensitive and aflame with desire. The waves of euphoric pleasure spread through her body from his relentless fucking, filling her with pure bliss. Lana wished to just exist like this for the rest of her life, for the whole eternity. But the throbbing inside told her that there will be an explosive conclusion. And quite soon, by the feeling of it.  
She purred and slowly wiggled her ass. With every plunge, Ernin’s disk was now hitting different spots, and it did wonders to her aroused mind. “He already lasted longer than the last time, I should just milk him and only then go to the real fucking,” a pragmatic idea appeared in her head. Before, she would be disgusted by the word “fucking”, but now it felt like that was exactly what they are doing. Not making love anymore, but fucking. And Lana fucking loved this.
Sweat covered their bodies, wet skin-on-skin slapping sounds filled the room. Ernin felt his balls churning, and Lana quivered on the edge of orgasm. With low moans, both of them found their release.
Ernin felt like her pussy turned into another mouth and sucked every drop from him, drooling all over his dick. He dumped continuous loads inside her without stopping his thrusts so Lana’s crotch quickly turned into a gooey mess. Not that he paid any attention to this, pushing his cock with abandon, trying to flood her insides. 
Lana felt the first scalding spurt of seed hit the entrance of her womb and lost all contact with the world outside. Her senses narrowed to the sensation of being filled, every spasm of his dick adding more intensity to the bliss overtaking her. She instinctively flexed her folds, trying to coax as much of the stuff as possible. It almost felt like a torrent, Lana was mildly surprised at how much he poured inside. But by the gods, getting her tunnel stuffed by his cum felt heavenly. There was so much of it so Lana felt fiery hot drops landing on her inner thighs, and some of it passed her cervix and crept into her baby chamber. It seemed impossible but that felt even better, so her legs turned into jelly and Lana shook from toes to the head, basking in this newfound euphoria. 
Sometime later she realized that something heavy was on top of her. When her legs failed and slid on the bed, Ernin lost his footing and dropped right on top of Lana. Too drained to get up, he just decided to take a rest on her back. Ernin was kind of heavy, but she decided to let it be for a time, because of the cozy feeling of being hugged. Even though she was not technically hugged, he just dropped his hands on both sides of her. 
Ernin remained sheathed inside Lana for some time but slipped out eventually. When her hole became unplugged, Lana immediately felt a warm goo seeping from it. 
“Damn, he did pour a bucket inside me. Hmm, all this thick stuff inside, I love it.” 
Eventually, Ernin got up from her back and they cuddled. Lana almost felt sloshing inside her while she repositioned in his embrace. 
Between kisses, she purred:
“That was wonderful, honey. I want all of our weekends to start like this”. 
“While she is all relaxed, this is my chance to take the initiative in the bed back,” he decided. “I will fuck her into oblivion so my yesterday’s weakness will be forgotten.”
“You know, all this action really got my bladder going, will be right back,” he mumbled while running into the bathroom again 
“Ugh, here goes the romantic mood. Can’t you hold it for five minutes while we are all warm and cozy?” Lana sighed, addressing his back. 
“Well, at least there is something I can occupy myself with,” she whispered, looking at her crotch, all smeared with wads and drips of thick semen. She scooped up one and put it onto her tongue. 
 “Just as tasty as I remember. Better lick it up while it is still warm.'' She worked with both hands to gather as much of his cum as she could and put it into her greedy mouth. 
Ernin meanwhile took another swing of the wondrous potion of potency. The result was not as instant as the last time, he became semi-hard. 
“Guess that will do for now, I hope when I am inside her again it will reach the full size,” he thought while returning back to their bed. The first thing he noticed was Lana, for some reason sucking her fingers. 
“Are you imagining my rod in your mouth? Because the real thing is right here, no need for fingers!”
Lana rolled her eyes and retorted:
“Yes, naturally, all I can think about is your manhood.”
Her sarcasm fell on a barren ground. Then she locked her eyes on the subject in question:
“Hmm, you are big again. Why have I not seen you getting hard after the toilet until now?”
Ernin tried to distract her from this line of thinking by walking close and bouncing his dick close to her face. 
“It is just the magic of a night with my lovely bride, that is all.”
Lana found it hard to concentrate on anything while a juicy cock was so close to her face. Without thinking about the potential foul taste and smell she enveloped his dick in her mouth and started vigorously sucking. There was still some juice in his sperm tanks, and today she intended to milk them dry. 
She let his dick out and ran her tongue on the whole length of his shaft, from the base to the angry-purple head, with some veins looking almost black. Lana fondled his balls a bit and noticed how swollen they are. 
After several minutes of licking and slurping, Lana leaned back on the bed, dragging Ernin with her. As his body went down on top of hers, he adjusted his dick and smoothly inserted it into the familiar hole. 
They made out while fucking slowly and sensually. But the thing with slow and sensual lovemaking is that eventually, you need more. Lana locked her shapely legs behind his back and pressed him deepe. Ernin got the hint and picked up the speed.
They fucked to a nice simultaneous orgasm, Ernin painting her inside white once more. It did not occur to him that Lana’s womb should be full of seed right now, but none is spilling outside.
Lana dissolved into a puddle of pure pleasure so she did not even notice when Ernin shortly disappeared and then returned semi-hard again. He turned her on her tummy and fucked from behind without waiting for her previous post-orgasm bliss to subside. This re-ignited her desire and the warm and comfy feeling of being filled by a torrent of cum brought her to another climax. 
The rest of the night turned into a blur for Lana. She was pretty sure that Ernin fucked her some more, but she struggled to tell how many times exactly. She allowed the flow of their passion to carry her, occasionally receiving fat loads of his baby cream in different positions. 
She did not really notice when this ended and they fell asleep, she just found herself walking the familiar purple-ridden streets of Dragon Bridge, looking for the source of weird noise again. In a dream, bizarre stuff looks perfectly natural, so Lana was not surprised that the sloppy sounds of their kissing and fucking were now all over the village. 
But something felt different this time, so after traversing the outskirts and breaking through walls of pink flowers she was not teleported into another part of the village to start over again, but actually gazed at the center. The sounds were definitely coming from there, but a thick purple curtain of swirling haze closed the source of it. Lana came closer and tried to pierce the barrier with her hand. And she woke up. 
Their room was lit by bright sunlight when she gasped and put a hand to her chest. 
“I felt like I was so close to finding out what is there. I have a weird feeling that this is important and if I see what is behind the barrier these dreams will stop plaguing me.” 
She took a look around. “Guess we stayed pretty late tonight, it is past noon judging by the sun”. They both slept naked, and the sheets looked and smelled awful. Surprisingly, there was not a single trace of cum on her skin. Lana was a bit scared to check her crotch, but it also turned out to be clean. 
“Can’t say the same about Ernin,” she wrinkled her nose. His pubes were matted with the stuff.
“He did most of the action yesterday, I should let him take a rest,” Lana rose, dressed up, and went to the kitchen to fix something edible. 
She boiled some water and brewed tea. Not the actual tea, but a mix of local herbs that tasted pretty similar. The real tea was imported from the south and cost a ton of money. With Ulfric’s victory and Imperial trade blockade, the chances of Lana ever tasting the real thing dwindled to zero. 
With two cups of tea and some bread and cheese on the table Lana returned to wake up Ernin:
“Hey lover-boy, it is time to rise and shine.”
No response. Lana came closer and tugged him gently:
“Hey, the sun is high in the sky.”
No response. She frowned, went around the bed, and stirred him with both hands.
“Ernin? Are you alright?”
No response. Lana felt fear rising. She rolled him on his back to check if he was breathing. She was relieved to find that he is alive at least. 
“Maybe our night drained him more than I thought. I better let him rest.” Lana proceeded to have a grim breakfast alone, eating both sandwiches without noticing. She did home chores while constantly checking on Ernin. He still appeared in deep sleep, resisting all her attempts to wake him. 
He finally stirred when she began to seriously freak out. Lana almost flew to the bed to find Ernin glass-eyed and disoriented. He tried to sit on the bed only to collapse back on it. Lana’s fear swiftly transformed into panic as she discovered that he is unable to even stand on his own. 
Ernin was unable to speak properly, but from his rambling Lana discerned that he wanted to go to the toilet. She threw his arm over her shoulder and guided her naked, stumbling fiance to the bathroom. Lana waited outside while he relieved himself, but came right in when she heard something crushing.  
It appeared that he was trying to find a certain magic potion in their bathroom. At first, Lana thought that he was delirious, but followed his guidance and, surprisingly, she found an unlabeled bottle in a hidden hole, covered by a wooden plank. 
He finally gathered his wits enough to tell that he bought it from the witch yesterday after work so he has some stamina for sex. Lena listened to this confession with wide eyes, she never suspected that this is so important for him to outlast her in bed. 
He whimpered and slumped on the floor, so Lana brought him back on the bed and cooked some porridge. She then spoon-fed him, changed the sheets, and put Ernin back to sleep. 
“What should I do now?” Lana thought while frantically circling in the kitchen. “I used him for my own satisfaction in bed a couple of days ago, that is true. But I never thought it would push him to use some dubious witchcraft! What has he done…”
“Okay, I have to care for him until he recovers. IF he ever will recover,” Lana shivered. “I should consult with the witch, perhaps she has the cure! I also should go to the lumber mill and tell them that Ernin is in no shape to work.”
Lana checked their emergency budget. Around 50 gold, enough for one, maybe two weeks. How much did Ernin spend on this potion? “I should look for a temporary job,” she decided. 
For now, she tidied up the house and cooked for herself. With day’s worries, she totally neglected her now over-sensitive pussy. Lana changed to her nightie and lay near Ernin, hugging him closely. He did not even flinch from his deep sleep. 
She tried to go to the dreamland too but had a hard time relaxing due to the almost steaming heat in her crotch.  
“He is dead asleep, right? I am just going to rub myself a bit, just to help with the sleep.” And that was exactly what she did. It was hardly a surprise to discover how moist her pussy was. 
At first, she tried to be as silent as possible, but soon figured that some gentle caressing will not do the trick, so she plunged two fingers inside and proceeded to finger-fuck herself to a pleasant orgasm. She totally forgot about her fiancé lying close, but fortunately, he did not wake up. 
Lana cleaned herself by licking her own juices-smeared palm and was finally able to have a good night's sleep. 
Lana could not stand the thought of him waking up in an empty house while she is away speaking with the witch.  Thus, she sat near Ernin until he woke up again. He still felt terribly weak and needed help to visit the bathroom and eat. 
“Honey, I am going to pay a visit to the wise woman and tell the men on the lumber mill that you are ill. I’ll be right back!” the only answer she got was an indiscernible whimper as he sunk back on the bed to sleep. 
Soon, Lana approached the lumber mill. The gritting of saws and loud bangs of wood on wood sounded a bit intimidating. A bunch of workers scuttled around, one of them pointed at the foreman. 
Tall and fair-haired, Hodin appeared to be cut in straight lines. Square shoulders, square chin. Lana decided that he is handsome, but only after removing all sawdust from his hair.  He was helping men to handle some logs, but immediately stopped it and looked at Lana inquisitively. 
“I am Lana, Ernin’s bride.” 
“Ah, good old Ernin. He is never late for work, but not today. Did something happen?”
“Yes, he is sick. Very sick, and I am not sure for how long.”
Hodin’s face turned grim:
“Awful business. What is it? Has the forsworn plague returned?”
“No! I mean, probably not. He is awfully sleepy and weak, and can't even stand without my help. I am on my way to the witch hut, I believe she knows the cure.”
“Well, let’s hope he is alright. I understand, I will explain it to the men, we will not hire new people for his position for now. Ernin is a good worker, and I wish him a quick recovery.” 
“Ernin is not really in the state to understand Hodin’s wishes, but this is nice of him anyway.”
She thanked him and bid farewell. Hodin looked at her back, particularly at the meaty ass-cheeks, barely outlined under her skirt. An unreadable expression was on his face. 
Soon, not without some hesitation, she approached the witch hut. Lana’s face already was red as she imagined how she would explain the issue to the witch. 
“Okay, there is no use in dawdling around, let’s get this over with,” she gathered her courage and knocked on the door. 
The door opened by itself. Taking this as an invitation, Lana strode in. She never was inside the witch's house, and it looked more like a herbalist’s home. Bundles and heaps of different sorts of grass, leaves, mushrooms, and other typical witch stuff were all over the place. Holding her breath, Lana stepped into the next room and faced the witch. 
A tall and neatly dressed woman stood near a table, doing some alchemy stuff. At least that was what Lana assumed, seeing a mortar and pestle. Her hair was showy white, as if bleached, but overall she did not look old, maybe in her forties. Perhaps unconsciously Lana expected her to look like a twisted crone. 
“What is it, child?”
Surprised by how pleasant her voice is, Lana stated her business:
“Good morning, wise one. We are not introduced, my name is Lana. Do you remember a young man called Ernin buying a potion from you? This one?” she showed it to the woman. 
“You can call me Gella. And yes, I recognize this potion very well, it is among my most demanded wares. Is Ernin a stocky young man with a silly mustache?”
“Yes, that is him!” Lana was amused to discover that a lot of villagers used this potion. 
“He is in trouble after the potion, just cannot stand. On his legs, I mean.”
Lana got a bit embarrassed and tried to sound not like she is blaming the witch for all this mess. Arguably, the witch carried some responsibility by selling this stuff to Ernin, but even before approaching the witch hut, Lana decided to be as polite as possible to not antagonize the only person who might know the cure. 
The older woman did not express any signs of anger, fortunately:
“Poor boy. He was so red in the face when he was buying it and ran away before I could warn him not to use more than two sips of the stuff per night. I am guessing he overdid it?”
“Ernin, you are a fucking oaf.” It all made sense to Lana now. 
“I do not know how much he gulped down, but he went for a…. refill at least three times, as far as I remember. Maybe more.”
Lana felt her face heating when she realized she just told a complete stranger that she and Ernin fucked at least four times and then she lost count. 
Gella cocked her brow but refrained from commenting on this. 
“It drains the strength from the body to sustain stamina. It happens sometimes, especially with men who use the potion for the first time. Men often get… overzealous in the bed if they think they can just go on and on,” as the witch explained this to the young brine, Lana could not help but wonder if she is speaking from her own experience.
“I have two pieces of news for you, child. The good one is that this condition is reversible. You can reinforce his body back with a certain concoction. The bad news is that it requires blisterwort tincture, but I sold my last blisterwort a while ago, and there is no resupply in sight.”
Lana let out an immense sigh of relief from the first part. But the second puzzled her:
“Blistewhat? I never heard of this thing.”
“It is an alchemical ingredient. A subterranean breed of fungi that grows only in caves. But it is dangerous to harvest since chaurus feed on it.” 
Lana heard rumors about chaurus, the human-sized predatory insects from the underground, and she was not at all thrilled by the idea of meeting them. 
“However,” the witch raised a finger, “Our tavern host Svar might have some. I know he uses it to create a hangover-removal remedy. A complete waste of valuable alchemical ingredients, if you ask me. I would need around ten ounces of the stuff for the beginning.”
Lana perked up. There was hope after all!
“Thank you, Gella. I will go to the tavern right now!” Lana darted from the hut, glad to escape this uneasy conversation. 
Gella’s expression became thoughtful. Her magic talent was pretty weak, she long since realized that it is way more important that she learned how to read and then studied alchemy. Simple tricks like opening doors kept people impressed and helped to uphold her reputation. But in the presence of this young girl, Gella felt as if she was standing near a magical fire, like back in the days when she studied in the Winterhold College library. 
“If a sorcerer goes through Dragon Bridge, I better let them know. Now I wonder what Hodin actually wants from her.”
Lana, meanwhile, approached the “Four Shields” tavern. She never visited it before, only knew that the tavern is experiencing tough times. Before the war, most income was from traveling caravans of merchants, but after the Empire and Ulfric declared a mutual embargo, the trade declined. The old tavern owner Faida sold it to her cousin Svar and moved to Solitude, and since then it was mostly a place for local men to drink after work. 
It was still morning, so the tavern was completely empty, only Svar cleaning some cups behind the bar. Lana approached him and conveyed her story. The second time it actually was easy and less embarrassing, because she did not have to tell how many times she had sex per night.
Svar checked his stock and indeed found some blisterwort. Lana felt a relief wash over her. But it was short-lived as Svar declared the price.
“Two hundred coins? With all respect…” Lana’s face indicated a clear lack of respect for the person who gouges prices. 
“Can't give it cheaper, this is literally the last of the stuff. And there are not many people who risk harvesting it because of chaurus, I did not have resupply since last year.” Svar was adamant on the price. 
“However, girl, I can offer you an alternative. I am a bit short on hands in the tavern right now, so how about we cut a deal. You work as a waitress, and I deduct half of your salary as the payment.”
Lana opened her mouth to continue haggling, but then contemplated the offer. “That way I will make some money until Ernin gets well. Just this morning I was thinking about a temporary job and it literally dropped in my hands. If all I need is to serve food and drinks to a half-empty inn.”
Sensing that she is hesitating Svar pressed on:
“The work hours are from the end of shifts in the lumber mill, it’s 6 in the evening. You have to work while patrons are drinking, but no longer than six hours. Usually, only one or two are left when we close. Longer shifts are possible on weekdays. Sometimes men are tipping, and occasionally we still have trade caravans, and they bring lots of money.”
“This sounds decent… but the pay is probably not that great. I heard tips are a thing for waitresses, maybe I will be able to get more money that way.”
“Am I going to be the only waitress here?” she inquired, still not completely certain. 
“I have another one, the name is Hildi. She works the same hours, but I need at least two girls just in case she cannot attend work for some reason.”
Lana promised to think about it and answer tomorrow. When she returned home, Ernin was still asleep. As she went through the usual process of maintaining the household she thought about asking his opinion on the waitress job. When he woke up and looked at her with the glass eyes Lana attempted to explain her dilemma, but he was not even conscious enough to comprehend it. She helped him as usual, and this strengthened her resolve to accept the offer. She must do anything in her power to bring him back. 
She started to get used to satisfying herself with fingers. Lying on the bed, she thought that two weeks ago she would not believe it if someone told her she is going to miss taking Ernin’s dick deep inside. 
The next morning she headed to the tavern to tell her decision. Svar, delighted by the news, immediately gave her the blisterwort and told her to come to work today, an hour or so in advance so he can explain her responsibilities. 
With the key ingredient, Gella brewed a whole pot of remedy and said to feed Ernin two spoons of it every day, morning and afternoon. Lana almost sneezed from the acrid smell of the stuff and was afraid to even think about how it tastes. The witch charged fifty extra gold for brewing, but unlike Svar she agreed to postpone the payment with no conditions. 
Fortunately, Ernin was awake so she administered the first dose immediately. To her delight, he did not resist in any way, so Lana figured that the taste is probably not that foul.
She explained to Ernin that she will be missing every evening for the next few weeks at least and was fairly sure he understood. So, when the time arrived, she went to her new job. 
She changed to clean clothes provided by Svar. The skirt was quite short, more like something she would wear to her forest ventures to not constrain movement, but in public it was bordering on inappropriate. The work did not seem too hard, the most important thing was not to confuse different people’s orders. Lana met Svar’s elderly aunt who was running the kitchen and the public was mildly agitated by the new face in the tavern, but overall her first day went well. She soon figured that most of them don't really care who brings them ale. 
Her first interaction with Hildi felt odd though. Her co-worker was almost ten years older than her, in her late twenties. Tall and beautiful, with her raven-black hair and lean figure, Hildi wore a noticeable amount of makeup and had a peculiar-looking piercing ring in her nose. Lana discovered that Hildi is a stranger in the village who moved here about a year ago. This woman intrigued Lana. But she did not have the opportunity to speak to her properly at the beginning of her shift. Even more strange, Hildi disappeared somewhere close to the end of the day, so Lana was serving the table alone for about an hour. 
She returned home satisfied with a good day's work, but not so satisfied in other ways. Lana rubbed herself yet again, silently addressing Ernin:
“Please get well soon. I am so hot and twitching at the end of the day, with nothing to cheer me up.”
She experienced a weird hunger, the kind she knew could not be sated with usual food. Today she got so worked up she decided to check if Ernin is incapable of getting erect, even while at sleep. Turned out he is completely flaccid, no matter how long she stroked and even sucked it. When she realized that, Lana again furiously masturbated to another orgasm. 
The next day felt like she was starting to get used to the new routine. With Ernin constantly sleeping a huge amount of cooking became unnecessary, so she found a bit of free time to tend to her garden. Yet again she boiled some porridge, fed him, gave the remedy, and then went to work. 
The second day was just as uneventful. Lana started to see a pattern here - lots of men came to the tavern to chat and hang out while slurping on one mug of cheap wine for hours. Svar didn't seem to mind that most patrons ordered one or two cups of the cheapest booze per evening. 
Close to the end of the day, Hildi disappeared again. Lana wanted to ask Svar what is up with that, but he was engaged in a quiet conversation with one of the clients, Lana was not really surprised to see that it was Hodin, the lumber mill foreman. The chances of new clients walking in at such an hour were pretty low, so she decided to look for her co-worker. 
First, Lana checked the kitchen. The older woman there gave Lana a weird look after she asked where Hildi was. Without any success, Lana returned to the main room where the men were still talking. She decided not to disturb her boss and just look around. After all, she was not familiar with the tavern's layout, so knowing her workplace would be nice. 
Hildi was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so Lana went up to the second floor where rooms are located. Maybe Hildi was cleaning them? Not exactly the waitress job though. 
Dim light was glowing in one of the rooms from the partially opened door. Lana rushed to it but stopped dead on her track when she heard noises from the room. The noises that she became very familiar with over the course of the last week or so. 
There are very few occupations that produce meaty skin-on-skin slapping sounds, but Lana wanted to be sure this is what she thinks this is. Slowly and carefully she approached the door and peeked inside. 
Exactly as expected, Hildi was on all four on the floor, getting fucked from behind by a man. Lana was unable to discern his face, but the woman's face and hair were unmistakable. 
Moving stealthily as a Brotherhood assassin, Lana reached the doorway and positioned in a way that offered her a better view. Poor lighting of the room concealed the man’s features, but Lana was able to discern his wide frame and hairy chest. 
Hildi’s body was lighted way better, so it was possible to distinguish a lot more. Lana saw the woman’s petite ass-cheeks shaking under the force of the man’s thrusts. Hildi’s breasts were hidden from the sight, but Lana’s eyes went wide when she realized that there was a huge tattoo on Hildi’s back, something like a snake coiling around her frame. 
The sounds Hildi made were more like mewling than moaning. Paired with the man’s low grunts, the overall spectacle suddenly made Lana weak in her legs. Her hand slipped down to her crotch, covered by a skirt.  Without realizing it, Lana started to rub herself through the fabric.
“Mmm, I know exactly what you are feeling right now… How thick it is, how it stretches me, how it is hitting that spot inside…” with these lustful thoughts Lana rubbed herself faster and faster. 
Suddenly, after a particularly energetic push, Hildi’s head swayed to the side. Lana could swear she saw the woman's eyes glistening in the lamp’s light. She froze in place, imagining how embarrassing the situation would be. But apparently, Hildi did not notice the silent watcher. 
The woman picked up the pace, slamming her hips at him, impaling herself on his shaft as deep as possible. Lana in turn continued rubbing herself, enjoying the lascivious view to the fullest. 
After a couple more minutes the man grunted:
“I am close…”
Hildi stood, letting his dick out. Lana stunningly watched as a massive shaft, almost as thick as her wrist, throbbed in the air. The woman meanwhile turned around (fortunately not facing Lana’s side), got on her knees, and took it in her mouth. 
“It is twice as big as Ernin’s! Or maybe even more! How is she able to swallow it?” Lana watched intently as Hildi managed to take about half of it and then started to slide her lips up and down energetically, making an occasional slurp. 
“Hey, I am really close. I want it all over you.”
Hildi freed her mouth from his dick and said in a low sultry voice:
“I am in the mood for a meal. Wanna dump it in my gullet?” she swirled her tongue over his tip.
“Damn, can't let down an offer like this!” the man grabbed her head and started pounding Hildi’s mouth as if it was a pussy. Fascinated, Lana counted three thrusts before he stopped and made a guttural growl. 
“She is drinking it right now. I wonder how much sweet cream a cock like this can give. She is gulping it like a pro.” Hildi held the tip man’s penis inside her mouth, slowly jerking him with one hand to milk as much creamy treat as possible. Lana definitely heard gulping sounds and noticed the woman's throat contracting. She started salivating at the sight. 
“Ohh, a great fuck, as usual. I have not paid for you drinking my cum, but this is exactly what I needed at the end of the day. You are the finest girl in our whole fucking village, let me tell you.”
Hildi did not answer, still suckling on his dick. Suddenly, her eyes darted to the side and she stared right at Lana’s face. Lana could just stare back, like a rabbit at a snake. Hildi made a loud and long slurp without breaking the eye contact, then fluttered her eyelashes and addressed the man:
“Do not get used to that, I got carried away by the moment. Your dick is decent too, among the biggest I ever had,” she got up from her knees and reached for her skirt.
“But not the biggest?” the man sounded both amused and offended. 
“A girl has her secrets,” - Hildi answered slyly and yelped when the man playfully slapped her ass. Both of them laughed and started to put their clothes on. 
“I should get away before they dress up,” Lana silently walked back and down the stairs. 
“What was that? Did she see me? Why did she not react in any way? She definitely was staring at me, but she acted as if she didn't see me. And this talk about payment and how many… what she called them, dicks?.. she ever had. Is she a prostitute? Looks like it.”
Lana returned to the main hall, where Svar was still discussing something with Hodin. She sighed in relief, at least her boss did not notice her absence. Still red in the face, she sat in the shadow behind a counter, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Lana dreaded the moment when Hildi returned to the first floor, but the black-haired woman did not show up this evening at all. 
“Maybe they used a backdoor. So she fucks people for money. I honestly do not know what to think about this. Does Svar know? No way she is doing it behind his back during her work hours.”
And then the most worrying thought occurred to her:
“How much is she paid? The man said about extra money for drinking his seed, so I am guessing there are options. I am not considering this, am I?”
Frankly speaking, her payment was shit. Ten coins per week and any tips she can get. She figured that this can keep them afloat until Ernin gets well, but if she can work the same hours but make way more money…
“Damn, this is my hole talking, not my mind. It will be horrible to Ernin, to cheat behind his back like this!”
Consumed in these ruminations, only from the second time did she notice Svar telling her that her shift is over. When she returned home, Lana checked on Ernin (still the same) and then circled the kitchen anxiously, not sure what to think of all this. 
One was undeniable - she was still aroused by the show. Lana decided to properly finish what she started, dropped her skirt, and plunged two fingers into her already oozing slit. She cannot get rid of the picture of the massive dick, proudly pointing right at Hildi… but in Lana’s fantasy, it was her who kneeled in front of this monumental manhood, drooling over the idea of sucking it.
“This is so wrong… but it is doing it to me,” she felt the familiar sensation of tingling heat spearing over her body. Lana sped up, sending drops of her murky juice all over her thighs and kitchen floor. She gulped, imagining the texture on the bulbous head that she can hardly wrap her mouth around. And of course, the amount of scalding hot semen it can dump in her thirsty throat. 
The last part did the trick and Lana came with a thin half-wail-half-moan. Her vagina quivered around her fingers as she rode the most intense self-induced climax. 
She felt terrible immediately after, especially when she passed sleeping Ernin while heading to the bathroom to clean up. When she went to bed later, Lana was reasonably sure she got over this situation and would never think of juicy thick dicks again. 
Naturally, the first thing that came to mind when she went to work the next day and met her co-worker, was the picture of naked Hildi gulping a hot load from a gigantic cock. Lana can swear every time she re-imagined the scene, the man’s dick was getting bigger and bigger in her fantasies. 
Hildi acted completely normal, it looked like she did not notice a peep yesterday. Relieved, Lana carried out her day’s responsibilities. She expected that Hildi would vanish in the second half of the shift as usual, but not today. 
Lana brought dirty mugs and dishes to the kitchen. She unloaded it all in a sink, thanking gods that this is not her job to wash them, she already had enough washing dishes at home. When she turned around to return to the drinking hall, Hildi was leaning on the doorframe. 
“Did you enjoy yesterday’s show?”
Lana felt paralyzed, as if by a spell. How can one answer a question like that? You were so hot so I touched myself later at home? His cock is so big, can’t imagine how it feels? Finally, she broke the spell:
“So you saw me. Why did you not say anything?”
“And spoil our fun in the middle of good fucking? Why would I do that? Also, if a client pays for sex, and I am going to deliver it. Professionals have standards, you know.” 
“Professionals? How long have you been doing it?”
“Now that’s not a polite question to ask. Pretty long, I will tell you that.”
Lana blushed. Yes, it was a pretty blunt question. 
“Sorry…” Then, she gathered all her bravery: “Hey, do you want to chat after work? Svar is probably wondering where we are right now.” 
“Sure. I will bring a bottle of wine.”
“This is not necessary…” Lana mumbled, but Hildi already turned away.
Agitated, although a bit afraid, Lana served clients till the end of her shift and then followed Hildi to her place. It turned out Hildi was renting a room in the same tavern, a pretty spacious one. 
“Wow…” Lana stared at the make-up station with an actual mirror and a plethora of mysterious bottles and brushes.
“I brought it from Solitude. Shame I could not save my fancy dresses, too heavy to transport.”
“Save? Have you fled from there?” 
“Yep. He had a nice enterprise there, with a decent host and all kinds of girls. Even a khajiit one, for the people who like to hug something fluffy. But then a certain jerk appeared, killed my former madam, and took over the whole brothel. I have seen people like him before, so I packed my shit and fled to here, and advised all girls to do the same. I hope they are safe.” 
Lana sat and eagerly listened. She never had lots of friends, because other kids were typical nords. All wargames and bragging, no interest in exploring around and finding beautiful things. Then the civil war started and Lana’s peers were overjoyed, while Lana secretly thought that Imperial rule over Skyrim was not that bad at all. Upon reaching the age, they volunteered to Stormcloaks in droves. Maybe they are still somewhere out there, guarding the mountain passages to Skyrim. 
So this sudden camaraderie was really refreshing. Lana felt that the reason why Hildi is so talkative is that she is bored, and Lana was completely okay with the role of an attentive listener. 
Meanwhile, Hildi procured a bottle of fancy wine (Lana did not remember it being on the tavern menu), poured two glasses, and immediately took a sip. Lana tasted it hesitantly, mostly out of politeness. Her experience with alcohol was limited to traditional nord mead, which she found nauseatingly bittersweet. The wine tasted slightly tart but overall nice.  
“So, girlfriend, tell me about yourself. What pushed you to this job?”
After hearing this question Lana suddenly realized how unremarkable her life was. Should she tell about gardening flowers? That would sound awfully generic, compared to how cool Hildi is. 
She took another sip for courage and told her story, without the part with magic trolls and wild sex with Ernin. 
“That sounds pretty fine and normal. I find most people in this village boring, but I am intrigued by you. Only a naughty girl would not only not raise a fuss seeing two people fucking, but watch and even touch herself. Yes, I saw that too, no point in denying,” Hildi already finished the first cup and refilled her glass.
Lana blushed furiously and sipped some more to hide it. This wine was really growing on her. Maybe finding the courage in the alcohol or maybe just starved of friendly communication, Lana told about her relationship with Ernin, their sex, and his recent disability, as well as the cause of it. She still decided against telling about the troll, so Hildi would not take her as a sick bestiality lover. 
“So this is the reason why I got this job. I need some money to make it until Ernin is healed.” 
“Hmm, my clients in Solitude often used this crap to keep their dicks going. Never heard of such a severe overdose though. Maybe your witch uses shitty ingredients.” 
Lana was immensely grateful that Hildi did not mock her but took her problem seriously and related to it. She started to hope that she found an actual friend here. 
 The wine loosened their tongues so the girls chatted for a while. Lana listened, fascinated about life in a big city. Hildi told that she has been sleeping with men for money for a while. Before joining the brothel she was homeless and this was her way to make a living. With bright eyes, she told how delighted she was to get her own room to entertain clients, even a pretty cramped one. The brothel mistress had some influential friends, so Hildi and the girls were working without risk of being beaten or denied payment. She missed the tight-knit collective of girls and their friendship. 
Everything changed when a new gang got to the town and started to vie for power. Hildi told about the horrible night when thugs slaughtered the brothel bouncers and then killed the mistress. She was forced to flee with what she could carry. 
“So this is the story of how I got here after I left Solitude. A calm and quiet village, the men here are pretty nice.”
“That sounds fun, except for the parts with homelessness, beatings, and murder.” 
“It was…” More than a little tipsy, Hildi extended her arm and touched Lana’s cheek. Apart from her parents, the only person who touched her face was Ernin. Lana gasped in surprise but did not recoil. Hildi’s touch was pleasant and soft, caressing her skin like no one before did. 
“I really miss the girls. Have you ever thought about working as an escort?”
“This is a fancy way to call whoring” Lana thought. 
“No, this is so shameful! Also, I have a fiance, I told you we are going to have a wedding in a month.”
“With him unable to walk? And how do you intend to consummate your marriage if he is impotent?” 
“She is not wrong about the wedding, it probably has to be postponed. Damn it, I have not even thought about it before. Ernin’s parents will be here from Rorikstead in a couple of weeks. Ugh, this is such a mess, I don't want to think about it right now.” Thoughts swarmed in Lana’s head, maybe the vine was finally getting to her.  
Lana tried to find other argument agains working as ‘escort’ but in her current state she failed to produce anything other than: 
“Well, this is improper… I should love one man and be with him…”
Hildi’s eyes glowed with sudden anger, she looked straight at Lana’s eyes and spurted:
“Fuck them. Men say we must cook, wash and give birth. I say fuck them, I know what to do with my body and my life.“
Lana was taken aback by this sudden outburst. 
“But… How do you live then? Like, what to do?”
“Whatever you feel like doing! You told me about flowers - go on, make the most beautiful garden in the world! Let me show you something.”
Slightly swaying, Hildi retrieved a small book from her drawer.
“This is a poetry collection, I bought it in Solitude. I learned to read just to understand it. Let me read you some.”
Lana spent the next several minutes listening to the most touching poem she ever heard. Maybe it was the wine, but by the end of it, she felt tears in her eyes. 
“I always wanted to learn how to write and create something just as beautiful. A shame that I did not have an opportunity to do it in Solitude.”
Feeling a new level of connection to the woman, in a sudden move of passion Lana hugged Hildi and buried her face in the older woman's chest. She started to sob:
“I do not know what I want, Hildi. I do not think I love Ernin, honestly, I never did. I do not think I am ready for children either. Since my parents died, I do not know what is happening to my life. I feel like a sliver on a river sometimes.” 
Lana herself was surprised with her frankness. It was as if a dam broke inside her. 
Hildi held her tight and caressed her hair. She soothingly whispered:
“Everything will be fine. We are together now, and we will figure something out.”  
The last time Lana felt that comfortable was when her mother held her in the same way. They sat like this for some time, but eventually, Hildi reminded her that it was time to go. Lana remembered about Ernin and rushed home, but only after Hildi gave her a last reassuring hug and a kiss on the cheek. 
Surprisingly, Ernin was awake and even sitting on the bed without her help. It looked like he was more conscious than before, so Lana explained her absence and made sure this time he understood that she works in the inn. She decided to postpone the conversation about their botched wedding for later. Also, her head was fuzzy, so Lana just hit the hay.
The next day she went to work in high spirits. Hildi immediately greeted her with an embrace and a warm smile. The girls were chatting, joking the whole day, so the drinking hall seemed livelier, even Svar noticed it and complimented them. 
Today Hildi vanished pretty early, Lana actually caught her leading one of the patrons upstairs. Soon she made up an excuse to go to the toilet and followed them. 
As expected, she heard their coupling from the corridor. Lana carefully opened a door, creating an inch wide opening, and watched. 
Her fear of being noticed was misplaced. Perhaps intentionally, Hildi positioned herself in the way that allowed her to see the door, but the man faced away from it. Lana saw the man's back and buttocks go back and force and he railed the woman lying in front of him. Hildi’s shapely thighs were up in the air, pointing at the ceiling, her head on a pillow. 
Hildi instantly spotted the peaking girl, gave her a quick wink and a nod, and returned her eyes to the client. Lana opened the door a bit more, put a hand on her mound, and started to caress it lightly. Fascinated by the spectacle, she did not realize at first that the man was speaking. She tried to make sense of his words over the lewd clapping sounds that reverberated in the room. 
“So you like, slut? Beg me to give it to you.”
“Hmm, your dick is filling me so nicely. Ram it deeper, stretch me…” Hildi replied in a sensuous sultry tone. 
“Yes, yes, yes, take it whore. I will fill you with cream like a pie!”
Lana almost snickered, but fortunately held herself. Admittedly, Hildi did not even flinch and wailed: 
“Stuff me to the bream, drench my cunt!”
Lana had to admit, all this dirty talk made the sight way hotter. The couple continued to have vocal sex for several more minutes and then the man roared and slammed his hips in. Hildi moaned in return and begged him to dump all he got. 
“It's flowing. She is taking his seed, burning hot cum, right inside.” Lana has been increasing the speed of rubbing her pussy the whole time she witnessed the carnal display. Watching their climax, she imagined his scalding hot seed flowing down her own throat, finally sating her hunger. This pushed her over the edge and for the first time she came while trying to hold down her voice. She was largely successful, although Lana doubted that the man could hear anything over his own and Hildi’s panting. 
Lana composed herself and returned to work before Svar started asking questions. The last thing she noticed was a manhood slipping out of Hildi’s pussy. It was noticeably smaller than the man the other day but still bigger than Ernin’s. She started to realize her fiance's cock was actually on the smaller side, which made her sad. 
Closer to the end of the shift Hildi disappeared again, but Lana decided against peeping this time to not make Svar suspicious of their concurrent absence. 
After work, the girls hang out together again. Hildi just served another client, and Lana could swear she could smell cum from her friend. Maybe she was just too worked up. 
Hildi did not bother with putting up clothes, just a wooly robe. They cuddled again, and Lana felt extremely comfy from the sensation of soft fabric. 
“You know, the “pie guy” is actually a baker. He asked if he could pay Svar with bread for my services.”
Lana laughed, then asked:
“So Svar knows what you are doing?”
“Sure. In my line of work, you have to be smart about your employer. Working single is dangerous unless you have a personal bouncer who will beat the crap out of shitty clients. When I came to the village I headed straight to the inn and offered my services. He is getting half of the money but provides me with this room and food. He agreed to act as a muscle if things get rough. As long as I work here I attract a lot of visitors. But if he gets too greedy or lets his hands loose, I will just get away and find another premise. Also, the guard captain is one of my regulars, just in case.” 
Lana listened to her with eyes wide open. Then she asked the question she has been meaning for a long time:
“So how much do you earn?”
“I will suck for ten coins, an additional five to swallow. Regular fuck is twenty-five.”
“And you get one or two customers every day?”
“Usually more. When I got here, Svar introduced me to some trusted friends, they are my regulars now. Then, I guess, rumors spread. Men here seem enamored by a ‘big city girl’. Actually, I had more clients in Solitude, but this is not always a good thing. My girl parts get chafed if I do it more than several times a day. Are you considering joining me? It will be so much fun!”
Lana’s face turned red.
“I do not think I can do it. What if people start to talk?” 
“Do it with some proven regular clients who will not.” 
“I am not that good in bed.”
“But you managed to fuck that Erman of yours into a coma. Also, practice makes perfect.” 
“His name is Ernin. What if he discovers?” 
“Fuck him, come live with me.”
Sensing that Lana is actually considering, Hildi continued her arguments:
“A lot of men will pay tons of money to do it with two girls at the same time. And each of us will do only half of the job.” 
Lana pinched her tummy. 
“I am fat.” 
“Nonsense, I know some girls who will sacrifice their souls to Daedra to have a figure like yours. Lots of men like women with curves.” 
She gently brushed her fingers over Lana’s cheeks. 
“You have just the right amount of freckles to look hot with red hair. Believe me, men will be all over you.” 
Hildi’s face was so close now that Lana was sure she is smelling cum on her breath. She licked her lips, again feeling the hunger for it. 
“I did not have sex in almost a week now. Is sucking really cheating? Also, I will double the money I get. More than double actually, if men are willing to pay for me to swallow.” 
“I will give it some consideration,” she said hesitantly. Hildi saw through her facade of shyness and grinned like a cat:
“I am sure you will.”
They chatted and fooled around for a while, mostly Hildi talking shit about her clients to make Lana laugh. 
When she returned home, Ernin was awake and conscious again. Lana was simultaneously relieved that the remedy seems to work and tormented by guilt because previously she was seriously considering cheating on him. 
He behaved somewhat withdrawn, but still accepted her help. She figured something is bothering him, but did not inquire what exactly. When they went to sleep, Ernin, almost as if showing off, turned his back to her the moment she got on the bed. 
“This is weird, he could not possibly discover my escapades in the tavern, could he? I do not want to press this matter while he is still so weak, but something is definitely up. Well, at least today I do not need to rub myself, after that nice session in the inn.” Feeling mostly content, she went to sleep. 
The next day they got a surprise visitor in the afternoon. Hodin, Eernin’s foreman, came to check on him. 
“It has been a week since Ernin got sick. Is he better?”
Carefully considering which parts of the story she can tell him, Lana spoke:
“The witch said it was a… sudden outburst of magicka in the area, and it drained his strength, both of the soul and body. But her remedy is working, yesterday he was able to sit by himself. I will get him back in no time!”
“Gods, why could I not make up something less dumb? I hope he buys it”.
It was hard to read Hodin’s thoughts on his face, but it looked like he did not notice how stupid the explanation is. He asked to see Ernin, and Lana guided him in. 
She then listened to the men chatting. Ernin looked relieved that his foreman remembered and cared about him, Lana was happy that he seemed to be returning to his normal self. 
The men chatted for a while, and when it was time for Lana to go to work, Hodin volunteered to accompany her. It was sad to see Ernin’s face go bleak when he realized he is going to be left alone in the house, but a job is a job. 
They walked to the inn, exchanging small talk. Hodin seemed to be extremely curious about her work, even though Lana herself considered it boring. She told him that she is making new friends there, which was true. 
Speaking of her new friend, Hildi seemed to be in high demand today. The tavern was packed, so Lana had to run like crazy. She noticed Hildi going with a man at the beginning of the shift, and the woman did not return. Lana spotted some men walking to the stars and wondered if they were going to pay a visit to Hildi.  
After the shift, they gathered in her room as usual. This time Lana was absolutely sure she could smell the mouth-watering aroma of cum from her friend. Hildi was tired, she told me that today she had six clients who fucked her and some more who just wanted their dicks sucked. 
Hildi popped up a bottle of wine, saying that today she needs to relax. Lana felt less reserved about wine now, so she accompanied her friend. Soon, the conversation turned to the familiar topic:
“So, have you thought about teaming up with me? Gods see I can use a partner on days like this. The men are really wearing me down, and my jaw is fucking aching.”
“I was thinking… Maybe I can suck them? You know, maybe we can split the clients or something.” 
Lana downed her glass, trying to hide her embarrassment. Hildi smiled and cheered her up:
“This is the spirit, girl! Blowjobs are a great way to start.” 
Lana was not sure she likes the word ‘start’ in the sentence. 
“Blowjob? Is this a special word for taking it in the mouth?” 
“Exactly! I will walk you through the basics…”
For the next few minutes, Hildi explained how clients like it: no teeth, better more saliva than less (but not too much), men really like the combination of both lips sliding on the shaft and the tongue working on the tip. 
“You do not have to swallow it if you do not like it. Most clients like to cum on the face or on tits.” 
“I do not mind drinking it, the taste is great,” Lana was not sure why anyone would deny this flavor. However, Hildi gave her a weird look:
“Are you sure we are speaking about the same liquid? I almost threw up the first time I tasted it, I am not really into bitter food.” 
“Bitter?” It was Lana’s turn to be confused, “But it is sweet like honey.”
“Whatever, tastes differ… So, let us go to Svar and bring him the great news!”
“Right now?” Lana muttered uncertainly, suddenly facing the reality of her choice.
“Sure, why not. Strike the iron while it’s hot.”
They say it is better to get this over with than be afraid of it. Lana  reached for the bottle, refilled her glass, and drank it in one go.
“Let’s do it.” 
They found Svar leisurely smoking a pipe in a chair in front of a fireplace. Lana breathed deeply and addressed him:
“Hey, Svar. Recently, I was speaking to Hildi a lot, and she told me what is she doing here apart from the waitress job.”
She stuttered and stopped, looking at her feet.  The man puffed a ring of smoke and answered:
“Is this a problem? She is an adult woman, she chooses her occupation as she likes.” 
Hildi squeezed her hand reassuringly, and Lana found the courage to face him and say:
“I am okay with this. Actually, I wanted to do some of the same stuff. I thought about working with my mouth.” 
Svar’s eyes widened:
“Call me surprised. Aren’t you engaged? I remember you buying blisterwort for your fiancé.” 
“He does not need to know about it, I am counting on your discretion. I thought additional money will help me to return my debt faster.” 
He nodded approvingly:
“I see, it will certainly help. You can count on me in keeping my mouth shut. Okay, the last thing then - show me what you got. Come here and suck it.” 
Lana hesitated for a moment, so he added:
“I want to know what I am offering to the clients.” 
Hildi whispered in her ear:
“When I offered my services, I fucked him senseless. Come on, give him the time of his life.”
“It is too late to back off. It’s been a while since I tasted seed the last time, might as well treat myself,” with dwindling hesitation, Lana stepped in front of him and kneeled. Svar quickly dropped his pants, his dick half-hard. 
She grabbed his manhood and gave a couple of test strokes. Even in this half-flaccid state, his dick was bigger than Ernin’s.
She licked it gently, again and again, earning some approving grunts. Only when he was completely hard, did she, at last, engulf his tip and slowly moved her lips down the shaft. Lana’s tongue was curling over his glans, caressing the most sensitive parts. 
“Damn, this is some hot stuff,” Hildi was shamelessly staring at the lewd display in front of her. 
“Yes, I can tell she has experience. Keep it on, girl,” he placed a hand on top of Lana’s head and guided her back and forth. 
“You want to watch? I will give you something to gander at,” – with these thoughts Lana made a show of dragging her lips on his cock. She drooled all over it, but then stopped, remembering Hildi’s advice not to overdo this. 
There was no denying it – she was enjoying the feeling of a hot dick, the way it filled her mouth and scraped it from the inside. 
Accidentally, the tip got under her cheek, bulging it from the inside. It felt so hot to Lana that she decided to repeat it intentionally, earning more approval from Svar.  
After about ten minutes of slobbering, slurping, and licking, she felt the first twitch of the cock. Lana knew well what it means and redoubled her efforts, impaling herself on it. The shaft got in her throat a couple of times, forcing her to gag and back off, but this did not deter her from engulfing it again a moment later. 
“I am about to cum. If you do not want to drink it, take it on your face.” 
Why waste it? Lana has been thirsting for it since she smelled Hildi’s breath. Between his thrusts and her own sucking, Lana managed to utter:
“I will… drink it... All inside, please….”
“As you wish, catch your treat!” he howled and started to erupt.
She had to restrain herself not to try and forcefully suck it from him as he started flooding her waiting mouth. Lana sealed her lips tightly around the head of his dick and gulped one serving of delicious nectar after another. It is a shame men spew all at once, she thought. She would prefer to take her time, roll the seed all over her mouth to taste it properly, and enjoy the rich flavor. At least she did it with the last spurt of cum and then massaged the underside of his dick to squeeze a bit more. 
“If you do not hire her right now, it would be the stupidest decision in your life, Svar.”  
Hildi sat on her knees right beside her, watching almost mesmerized as Lana gulped jizz. 
“You were not joking when you said you love it,” she reached and brushed a finger on Lana’s chin, picking up some leftovers. Hildi tasted it and instantly cringed:
“Nope, as bitter as ever. By the gods, men will stand in lines to feed you and you will not have to force yourself to drink it. I am even a bit jealous.” 
Her words made Lana’s heart flutter. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, she stood up from her knees and addressed Svar:
“Have I passed the test?”
“With honors,” he chuckled. 
“I will reach out to some of my proven clients and tell them that there is a new girl, ready for work. I already have one in mind.” 
They all were tired and drained after the ‘test of skill’, so Lana went home while Hildi headed upstairs. 
At home, the familiar routine waited for her. She helped Ernin, fed him, and dropped asleep. As if looking at her own actions from the side she knew she is supposed to feel guilt and shame near him. But she didn’t. Maybe it was the effect of alcohol or that she finally got what she has been longing for, but Lana stopped caring. She also did not care about his continuing indifference, which, she felt, should not be normal. 
“Fuck it, it is so messed up. Guess it is just how things are going to be from now on. I really want to sleep.” 
The next morning her mouth tasted horrible, Lana gulped several cups of water to wash it off. Ernin just watched it disapprovingly, but Lana shot him a ‘do not even try it’ glance. An unseen crack ran between them, with Ernin’s brooding mood and now Lana’s sudden hangover. This, and some more stuff, that only she knew.
However, she was not a person to leave an ill man untreated. She cooked, washed, and cleaned. When she went to work, Lana realized she anticipates a break from all this, even if it means sucking a cock or two. 
Sucking was exactly what she did. Right as she entered the tavern, she spotted Svar chatting with a man in guard armor. Turned out it was the captain of the local guards called Gunimar. He was the reason Svar can conduct his “additional business” uninterrupted. And lastly, he was a big fan of getting his prick sucked. 
They moved to one of the upstairs rooms, meeting Hildi on their way. She grinned and gave heads-up to Lana, while the younger woman tried not to look suspicious, walking into a room together with a man. 
Soon Lana was in the familiar position on her knees, devouring his shaft. He also was bigger than Ernin, and Lana decided by this point she could stop these comparisons and just assume that her fiancé has the shortest dick in the village. 
His dick smelled of sweat from a day walking in armor, but something as weak as a smell could not stop Lana when she got a whiff of sweet cum. The feeling of warmth and comfort spreading through her whole being with a fresh serving of semen was making her truly alive. 
Soon enough, after some intense gurgling and slurping, she got her reward. Even after he came, Lana held his now deflating cock in her mouth, trying to coax some more of the stuff. Also because she wanted to thank him for the treat by slowly and sloppily dragging her tongue over his overstimulated glans. 
To her disappointment, it turned out that the guard captain had an arrangement with Svar to use the “additional services” for free in return for protection. 
“Well, at least I got a free meal. Let’s hope the next client won’t be special too.” 
Her hopes were answered soon enough. Closer to the end of the shift Svar introduced her to another client, the owner of the local store. A grey-haired and bearded fellow called Ulfad, Lana knew him since she was old enough that her parents can trust her to buy bread. He always was a silent and calm type, and he guided her upstairs in a silent and calm fashion. 
He disrobed in silence as if they knew each other so long it became so routine that there was no need for words. Which was true, in a way. 
“He is older than my father would have been by now… but still lively where it counts,” sitting on a bed, she stroked his veiny cock, already salivating. Does older men’s cum taste different from younger? Only one way to know. 
Unlike Svar and Gunimar, he complimented Lana throughout the whole process. She had to admit that it was nice to hear his praise for her skill, silky hair, and beautiful eyes while she ravenously sucked his dick. For this, she gave her best to stimulate his shaft in all ways she could think. She sucked, licked, and slurped on it. Kissed his manhood and even balls. Coated his glans in her drool while caressing it with her tongue. 
Eventually, she got the answer to the question – his cum tasted the same. Ulfad patted her head in a weirdly parental way and gave her three coins tip. 
“Hmm, I did not even think before that people might be more generous with tips for sex than the tips for the booze. That is a good thing, one more argument for sucking them off. Maybe they would pay even more if I will take it in the pussy?”
She shook her head. “This is all developing so fast. I am not ready to go that far.”
On her way back, Lana noticed clapping sounds from the next room and decided to peek a bit. All this oral left her neglected pussy in heat, so she decided to give it a fast rub. 
Inside, a lanky guy bent Hildi over a bed a fucker her from behind. Lana plunged a finger inside herself, and then a second one while watching as he steadily humped Hildi. Lana was pretty hot and worked up when they decided to change a pose. The guy lay on the bed with the woman looming over him, trying to adjust his dick. To Lana’s amazement, Hildi guided his manhood not into her pussy, but in her butthole. 
“She will now realize the mistake and change the pose…” Contrary to Lana’s guess, the black-haired woman wiggled her ass and managed to take the tip of his dick in her ass! Round-eyes, Lana watched as her friend slowly descended on the man’s shaft, ultimately taking his whole manhood in her asshole. 
“This is wrong! And so dirty… How is it even possible?” Lana was pretty sure this hole was a one-way route, but apparently, this was not the case. Meanwhile, Hildi started to ride it slowly, lifting her butt and then slapping it down with loud smacks. She picked up the pace, making guttural grunts and moans. Man’s hands meanwhile found her petite tits and gave them a good fondle. 
Despite her surprise, Lana never removed her hand from her panties, mesmerized by the unnatural coupling in front of her. Hildi’s skin glistened with sweat as she went on and on with her anal riding. The snake tattoo on her back looked like it is coiling around her figure, making the whole sight even more bizarre. 
Finally, the man grunted something, grabbed Hildi’s hips, and impaled her on his dick with force. In return, she rotated her hips and flexed her buttocks. 
“He is pumping cum in her bowels… And she is milking him,” this was perverted but at the same time hot so this sight finally pushed Lana over the edge and she came, making a thin wail. 
Hildi heard her, turned her head, and smiled at Lana. Her frame obscured men’s face, so he did not notice the silent watcher. Lana weakly returned her smile and stepped back. The last thing she noticed was Hildi lifting herself from his dick with a wet popping sound and a small rope of cum spurting from her butthole. 
“How did she manage to take the whole thing inside?” Hesitantly, Lana squeezed her own supple butt cheek. Can something as thick as a man’s dick go in there? She just saw it happening. “I have to ask Hildi about this thing, this looked insane.” 
With no more clients to serve, Lana finished her shift and almost ran to Hildi’s room. Her friend sat here, drinking something fragrant. Upon seeing Lana, she smiled most innocently and offered her a cup, as if nothing happened. 
“What... Why would anyone… How did it even fit in your butt?”
Hildi sipped her cup and grinned impishly. 
“Fancy some tea?” 
The redhead girl froze instantly.
“Actual tea? Not the root brew? Sure, I always wanted.” 
A minute later, sipping a heavenly delicious and fragrant tea, Lana calmed herself and asked in a more reserved way:
“So, what was that? I never guessed it is possible to take in the backdoor.” 
Hildi put her cup away and produced a small jar from one of the cupboard sections. Lana spotted some green salve inside it. It smelled nice, like lavender or nightshade. 
“You might be surprised, but a lot of men want to ram their pricks in our asses. It is a kind of achievement for them.
“The man you saw me with is an old client of mine, back from Solitude. His name is Hefnir by the way. He is a traveling peddler, coursing between Solitude and Dragon Bridge. He is also obsessed with anal. I think he spends most of his profits visiting me. And this the most costly thing for him,” Hildi pointed at the jar of green stuff. 
“It is possible to fit a medium-sized dick in the asshole, but it takes a lot of time to stretch the hole, or things will get extremely painful and messy. But this stuff allows preparing for butt sex in less than an hour.” 
Lana stared at the nicely smelling contents of the jar with suspicion now, as if it was going to jump on her and do nasty things to her ass:
“How does this work, exactly?”
“Well, there is no pretty way to frame it. You need to put it in your asshole. It turns solid inside, cleaning your butt in the process. Not like rock-solid, that would be torture. More like jelly.” 
“It also stretches your butt and relaxes it from the inside, so it is easier to put a dick in. Lastly, there are some healing components in there, so my ass is not on fire right now.” 
“Damn, this speech really sounded like a town crier advertisement. Keep in mind, that this stuff is expensive. Like, Expensive with capital E. Only one alchemist in Solitude makes it, and the ingredients are rare. Men are willing to pay ridiculous money to fuck my ass, so in the end, it still is profitable. Also, there is a benefit of no pregnancy risk,” Hildi added with a smirk and sipped her tea. 
Red-faced, Lana sat in silence for some time, but then broke it:
“So, how much does it hurt?”
“It requires getting used to, but with the salve, it is enjoyable. There is a kind of stimulation from the inside that cannot be achieved by doing it the traditional way.” 
“Hildi, you are such a perv. And I feel like you are making me into a perv too. If only someone can save me from the clutches of this deranged woman,” Lana finished her tea and lay on Hildi’s bed, putting her head on her friend's lap. 
Hildi snickered and started combing Lana's red hair. 
“This anal merchant actually brought the tea we were just drinking, just so you know.”
“Are you saying he paid for fucking your ass with tea?” 
After both girls finished laughing, they had a pleasant evening together.  Lana told about her first day, Hildi shared some rumors and joked about her clients. 
“So if you decide to try anal, Hefnir is the guy to go. I am not bullshiting you, with a butt like yours he will worship it. He also likes to lick it before the actual fucking, it feels nice.” 
“Eww, please no more talk about buttholes. I guess it is time for me to go. Till tomorrow!”
On her way home, Lana could not stop thinking about Hildi’s words. Does it really feel good? Is anal sex considered cheating? If men are willing to pay even more than for regular sex, it would be possible to make a month’s salary in one day. She silently cursed Hildi for putting this idea in her mind.
At home, the same foreboding atmosphere met her. Ernin, now strong enough to go to the kitchen by himself, met Lana there, glaring at her fiercely.
“Where were you so late?”
She did not like his tone but decided against retorting him in the same manner:
“I spend some time with my new friend at work. She is a waitress too.” 
“While I am here struggling to get cold soup. Hope you are having fun.” 
“What is it, Ernin? You have been acting weird lately, spit it out.” 
“Let’s count: I am bound to the bed, my wife is missing most of the time, and I am about to lose my job! And on top of that, I am not even able to piss properly!” 
“Well, next time listen carefully when buying alchemic potions.” 
Ernin’s eyes almost bulged when he heard that: 
“And you are speaking like you are not the reason I needed that!”
“Are you trying to trip the guilt on me? For your own stupid decision to drink some dubious shit?” 
“I did it to keep up with you, you insatiable slut!”
That was it. Lana almost choked from anger. She got herself in debt, cared for him while he was unconscious, and that is what she is getting in return?
“You ungrateful fucker!” She shouted at him  “How is that my fault that you are too stupid to listen to how to use the shit you bought? I cook for, clean after you, I got in debt for you and now work a shitty job, and that is how you thank me?” 
That felt really good. The best thing was his stunned face; Ernin definitely did not expect such a violent outburst. He quickly retorted with an argument that was as dumb as his face at the moment:
“You are my wife!  That is what you do!”
Lana stepped closer to him and loomed over. 
“I am not your wife yet. Keep this shit up, and I will break our engagement. I am already considering it.”
He looked genuinely shocked. The Lana he knew would never swear and threaten. Suddenly he realized that he is still far away from complete recovery and they are alone in the house. He was completely in her power. 
“I think I want to postpone our wedding,” she said after a moment of loud silence. “You are clearly not in the shape. It is due in two weeks and your parents will arrive soon. I will discuss this with them.” 
“Also, I am not sleeping in the same bed with you, unless you apologize.” 
He swallowed whatever shit was on his tongue and made the apology. When they went to sleep, the first thing she did was turn her back on him. From the sound of the mattress, she figured it was mutual. 
The next day she cooked, struggling hard to not ‘accidentally’ forget to salt his food. In the end, she decided it would be too petty and unbecoming. 
In the afternoon, Hodin visited them again. She was glad that there is now someone to entertain Ernin since Lana did not say a word to him the whole day. 
Not surprisingly, Hodin tagged along with Lana to walk to the tavern again. But his words on the way surprised her a lot:
“So does it make you extra horny while sucking dicks, knowing that Ernin is helpless back home?”
She instantly stopped dead on her track and gave him an inquisitive glance.
He was silent for a couple of moments as if expecting a certain reaction from her. Not getting it, he continued:
“Yes, I know. Svar told me, I am one of your special customers from now on. But I think we can work out an agreement here. How about you give me a full course service, and I do not tell Ernin about your little side-job?”
After dealing with Ernin’s bullshit, Lana already felt tired. She tried to evoke any kind of reaction to the news that Ernin might discover her infidelity, but she honestly did not care. 
“The price is set and not discussable. Tell to Svar if you want to get it. Now I want to hurry, - she accelerated her steps, but Hodin instantly caught up to her and clutched her arm in his iron grasp.”
“You think I am fucking around, whore? I can end your life with a single word.” 
He was much stronger and heavier, so Lana did not even try to break free. She glared him right in the eyes with the most lifeless stare she can muster:
“Then do it. You won’t get any services in that case and I tell Svar you are treating me badly. We will see whom he values more – one random asshole or a worker who brings him money every day.” 
He let her go and snorted in disgust:
“Fuck you, slut. You are not worth getting in trouble with Svar. I will pay whatever pennies you want and dump a load in you!”
He stomped away angrily. 
“Well, I knew this is coming. Not all of my customers will be nice people. I should talk to Svar about it.”
That was exactly what she did. Svar apologized and said that Hodin did not make the impression of that kind of person before and promised to be on the lookout for more advances from his side. 
Lana went to work, serving mead and occasionally sucking dicks. She tried to give her best efforts to the customers, even though she was not in a bright mood today. It can make anyone depressed when in a span of a single day, two people turn out to be ungrateful assholes and jerks to you. 
Guard captain Gunimar as well as trader Ulfad visited her today again. The trader from yesterday also paid her a visit. Apparently, he was not that focused on assholes to deny a good blowjob. As Lana soon discovered, Hildi advertised her to the clients as the best cocksucker in the village. She did not know should she be angry, grateful, or just laugh it off. In the end, Lana chose the last option. Three helpings of sweet cum-ambrosia brightened her mood, and after a tea party with her friend, she felt almost normal.
“I do not want to go home. It is so comfy here,” Lana complained half-jokingly while lying on Hildi’s wide bed, her head on her friend’s lap. 
“Then don’t.” 
“Ernin will starve to death without me. He does not even know how to cook porridge.” 
“Well maybe his mom can care for him, and you will be living with me.” 
“Hmm. You know, our wedding is appointed for less than three weeks from now. His parents will come soon, and other guests will follow. Fuck, his mom will be furious if she sees Ernin in his current state. Maybe I actually will relocate to you.” 
Hildi patted her head gently and said:
“Do not think that I am glad your life is so fucked up that you need to look for other places to live than home. What I am saying, if you ever need a roof over your head, my room is always open.” 
Lana felt tears swelling, so she hugged her friend and buried her head in Hildi’s chest while quietly expressing her gratitude. Eventually, Lana reluctantly departed home. 
Even though today she got home even later than yesterday, Ernin was smart enough not to continue his farce, so her evening passed peacefully. After a whole day of neglecting her needs, Lana felt hot and horny close to sleep time. But the idea of touching herself in the same bed with him instantly spoiled the mood, so she sighed and soon drifted away. 
She woke up late. Lana’s underwear was drenched, but right now definitely was not the time to take care of this. Especially since Ernin was already up, sitting in the kitchen with a grim face as usual. His recovery progressed well, he was already able to walk between rooms without help. 
He was sitting in the rays of sunlight, melancholically watching the outside street. Looking at him, she suddenly realized that she no longer has any feelings for the man. Neither positive nor negative. 
“Am I going numb? Did I ever love him in the first place? My parents arranged the marriage, said that his family is good people. I am sure this is not how love should look like.
“At the end of the day, he can provide with money and be my partner in the bed, but now I can get both by working in the inn. What do I need Ernin for? To be like everyone, make a family? Fuck, this is all so depressing to think about.”
New day – new work. Lana cooked, cleaned, and visited the local general store. It felt awfully weird since she sucked the owner’s dick just yesterday, but Ulfad played it cool and did not even flinch when he saw her. Other customers would never suspect that something is going on between these two. 
After she finished all her chores at home, she tended to her flowers and garden to soothe herself and then went for a stroll. By this time Lana’s crotch was almost steaming, so she hoped that forest air will cool her a bit. However, she hardly restrained herself from dropping her skirt and masturbating in the middle of the forest where no one can see her. 
“That would still be too risky. I should get a room. Maybe I will go to work earlier today.” 
Svar was surprised that she came to the tavern before her shift but soon returned to wiping tables. At first, Lana wanted to head straight to the second floor and touch herself, but hesitated, watching him work. 
“He is so muscled and strong… and I know for sure he has a good-sized dick. Maybe the answer to my problem is right in front of me.” 
She leaned on the bar counter, feeling her body heating and nipples getting harder against the fabric of her clothes. 
“Is that what being horny feels like? Am I about to do what I think I want to? Can’t lie to myself, he is hot. Guess I always knew that this extra-payment business will not be limited by giving blowjobs.” 
While she was struggling with her consciousness, Svar finished with the tables and proceeded to wipe the floor near the fireplace. Lana approached him slowly, not sure how to go about her offer.
“At first I struggled to find my resolve, now I struggle to find words to hint that I want to have sex. It is so dumb. How would Hildi handle the situation?”
Keeping in mind the image of her always self-confident friend, Lana approached him and blurted:
“Hey Svar, wanna fuck?”
He dropped the broom, then slowly turned and looked at her with great attention. 
“You are not joking, are you?”
Her face turned red. “This is so embarrassing. But too late to turn back now.” 
While Lana was busy with her inner struggle, Svar broke the silence:
“How can I turn down an offer like that? Meet me upstairs in a minute, I will lock the tavern.” 
Soon she sat on the bed drooling on his dick while Svar hastily removed his clothes. She thoroughly lubricated his shaft before the main event and then proceeded to strip naked. 
 Lana dropped her skirt and turned around to stick his butt at him, but suddenly Svar asked:
“Can you remove the blouse too? I wonder what your tits look like.”
Being completely naked in front of a man, in the middle of a day? His request made her blush, but also thrilled. She pulled off her blouse and unclipped her bra.
“Do not get your hopes too high. I have freckles on them too, you know.”
“Nothing wrong with that by me,” he chuckled. When her mounds finally came into view, Svar was in awe:
“You have breasts worthy of a goddess. Such beauties!”
His shower of compliments felt awesome. Lana’s tits were ample, spotted by sparse freckles. Her nipples would have become erect from the cold air of the room if they had not already been from arousal. 
Svar got close and gently touched the sides of her body. He traced his fingers up to her breasts and gave them a careful squeeze. In his hands, they seemed perkier than they actually are and even more alluring. It felt really nice too. 
Suddenly he went for a kiss. She decided it would be silly to deny a simple kiss while he is fondling her breasts, so Lana did not resist. Unlike her kissing Ernin before, Svar instantly pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. That wasn’t unpleasant, just unexpected. Soon Lana surrendered to his warm and soft tongue exploring her mouth. 
His hands were now all over her body. He paid special attention to her meaty ass, caressing and groping it to his heart's content. However, he did not completely abandon her tits, touching them gently from time to time, stimulating her now diamond-hard nipples. 
Lana caressed his body in return, running her hands over his muscled back. Then she dropped one of her hands and brushed his dick randomly. 
“This is the part of him I would not mind touching more,” she giggled in mind and firmly grabbed his manhood. 
She gave it a couple of strokes when Svar decided to repay her in the same way and placed a hand on her clit, making circles with his finger. Lana imagined how they looked, two naked bodies standing in the middle of the room, groping each other’s private parts while making out furiously. The mental image made her slit twitch. 
“Mmm, you are so wet,” he moaned into her mouth, taking a moment to break their intense kissing. 
“And you are hard as steel. I want you so fucking bad.” 
“Let’s not waste any more time,” he guided her to the bed. Lana sat on it and then leaned back, spreading her legs as much as she could. 
Svar took the invitation and thrust his dick into her dripping hole in one motion. Lana cried loud, but the next moment her lips here sealed by his, locking into a steamy kiss once more. 
Without hesitation. Svar started to pound with all he had. Lana felt her hole stretching to the new limits, and she loved it. He was twice as big as Ernin, so Lana sensed motions of his cock with her entire inner tunnel. She immensely enjoyed the feeling, especially when he plunged it deep enough that his tip kissed the entrance to her womb. 
Svar was noticeably heavy on top of her, but at the moment Lana only wanted him to not stop smashing his body into hers, driving his dick inside her. She wrapped her legs behind his back and pushed him in to ensure that he reaches her deepest spot. 
He picked up the speed, making the bed move under the force of their intense coupling. Lana’s head became completely devoid of thoughts, she became an animal in the heat. Her problems with Ernin, her upcoming wedding, and Hodin’s harassment dissolved, only untainted bliss filled her mind. His dick stimulated every nerve in her pussy, his hands caressed her skin, and his tongue was all over her mouth. 
“Why can’t we all live like this? Just pleasure, no evil. Why do not people embrace this feeling? Why it is considered shameful to have sex when it elevates you to the best world possible?”
Svar demonstrated impressive stamina. Not only he didn’t cum after several minutes of passionate sex, but he turned her on her belly and took Lana in another position. She lifted herself, stood on her knees, and presented her rear for him. Without losing time, Svar instantly rammed his rigid cock in her wide-open pussy. 
Their intense mating was not unnoticed. Hildi came out of her room to fetch something edible but stopped dead on her track when she heard the sounds of a bed creaking and unmistakable slaps of skin on skin. She opened the door just in time to hear Svar panting that he is about to cum. 
Lana felt a copious amount of seed flooding her womb. He twitched and twitched inside her, spewing scalding hot spurts for what felt like minutes. Her own orgasm washed over her when she felt the first rope of cum hitting her cervix, and Lana curled her toes from the intensity of the feeling. 
- You two look so lovely, both sweaty and all. 
Startled by Hildi’s voice, Svar instinctively turned to her, pulling his deflating dick out of Lana’s flesh clutches. Lana tried to keep as much of his warm seed inside as she could, but a thin flow of it still escaped and splattered on the bed. 
“You stuffed her like a duck, but not with apples, as I can see.”
“Hildi, stop making it more embarrassing than it is. She just asked me to help her to unload some stress from her shoulders, this is all,” naked Svar sat on the bed near still not-exactly-conscious Lana. 
“Where are my pants?” He frowned, finding them on the other side of the room. Oh yes, she actually threw them away to get to his dick quicker. 
Hildi landed on the same bed, right next to her friend. She shamelessly checked out Lana’s crotch. 
“What a mess you made. Never thought you have so much cum stored, maybe you should unload it more often.” 
“Even more than we actually do? We fucked yesterday, don’t you remember?  I must tell you, Lana is something else. No offense Hildi, but her curves drive me insane. I swear, when my spunk ends, I will cum blood just to keep fucking her.” 
Eventually, Lana returned to her senses. Smiling shyly, she put her clothes back on. Since they still had some time to kill before work, the girls went to Hildi’s room. 
Lana thought they are going to chat as usual, but Hildi surprised her by walking straight to the cupboard. She searched for something for about a minute, and then returned to Lana with another vial in her hands. 
“When will your period start?”
Lana looked at her friend’s face and have not found any traces of mockery or a joke, so she answered honestly:
“Right now is the time it usually starts. Maybe in a couple of days, or maybe today evening.” 
“Okay. With a load that Svar dumped inside, you may be already pregnant. When the bleeding starts, and especially if it does not start.” Hildi stressed the word, “Especially if it does not start, come to me and drink a spoon of this potion every day. Unless you want to carry his child, of course.” 
Lana gasped:
“So this is how you prevent pregnancy! I wondered, with your job, how you avoided being a mother.”
Hildi smiled sadly:
“Actually, I brought the vial just in case. I am barren. I cannot conceive a child.” 
Lana's eyes watered:
“I am so sorry, I did not mean…”
“Don’t be sorry. I did it intentionally, paid an illegal magician. I cannot bear the thought of bringing a child to this world, dooming them to live in the shadow of my reputation. And if it would be a girl, I do not want her to become like me. To go through what I went.” 
“If I ever meet my prince charming still… The spell is reversible. But with how my luck has been going my whole life, I will be barren to my death.” 
Lana jumped from her seat and hugged Hildi tight. She whispered some encouragements that she could not remember. When they broke their embrace, Hildi’s eyes were watery too. 
“I must confess something to you, Hildi. I took Ernin’s seed inside before, and it felt like… it is melting inside me. Not planting, you know. I cannot explain it, but I feel that I will not get pregnant, no matter how much sex I have.” 
Hildi looked at her skeptically:
“Better safe than sorry. Please, use my solution for now; maybe later you will see a doctor or magician who will check if this is the case.” 
Lana agreed, and they spend the rest of their free time preparing for work. Curious, Lana watched as her friend spent a great deal of time in her make-up station. Hildi used a wide array of brushes, creams, lipstick, and some stuff that Lana did not even know the name of. The result was astounding though, Hildi looked as if goddess Dibella decided to walk among mortals.  
When they got to the drinking hall on the first floor, Svar silently took Lana to the side and asked:
“Am I to understand that you are ready to give full service to the clients? I mean real fucking, as we did an hour ago.” 
Lana ruminated. The recent sex felt great, that is for sure. Why not make some more money while she is at it? And If people discover what she is doing, she will be claimed as a whore anyway, no matter what kind of sex she is having. 
“Yes, you understand correctly.” 
Svar smiled broadly:
“I will speak to the regulars. Show them how it is done! No disrespect to Hildi, of course,” he hastily checked if she is around. 
Lana was not thrilled when she noticed Hodin in the hall. The foreman seemed to be interested only in his mug of booze, but she still felt uncomfortable. She was afraid that he is up to no good, but it was impossible to ban him from visiting the tavern. At least while Svar did not see him as a threat. 
On this day, Lana had her first “full-service” customer. Like with blowjobs, the guard captain Gunimar became her first client. 
She thought that Ernin had a good physique, but undressed Gunimar surprised her. The man was a hulk of muscles, both from training and wearing heavy armor all the time. He took Lana in an unusual way, lifting her on his hands and then lowering her repeatedly on his dick. She grabbed his chest to keep the balance and thought that Gunimar is showing off with this position, demonstrating how pumped up and strong he is. She hated that this was kind of working, her body getting hotter and her pussy leaking from the idea of being held like a doll, lowered on his shaft repeatedly. In the middle of the process, she started to swing her hips, adding some momentum to her descent on his manhood. 
Soon after she started doing that, the guard captain moaned and unloaded inside her. Thick ropes of cum flowed from Lana’s hole under the pull of gravity and on his dick, so she gave him an additional cleanup blowjob, feasting on the mix of their juices. 
The day was uneventful otherwise, and after spending some time with Hildi as usual, she headed home. As soon as the tavern vanished behind other houses, a shadow appeared right in front of her. Lana gasped, and then actually got afraid when she recognized Hodin. 
“Hey, beauty. No need to fear, I am here to make amends.” 
Lana eyed him suspiciously, contemplating if she should run straight back to the tavern.
“I think we got off the wrong start. The other day I was too eager to know you better if you know what I mean. You cannot blame a guy for wanting to get some action for free, right?”
 He reached out with his hands for a handshake, but Lana did not reciprocate. She did not like his attitude and sly smile, but angering him also did not seem wise. 
“Come on, I can show you how generous I can be if you are nice to me.”
She tentatively touched his hand and instantly pulled her arm back. 
“I can already feel we will become great friends,” he turned around and wandered off, whistling a tune. 
She did not trust him one bit, he looked too nonchalant, in a fake way. But poor peace is still better than a war, as they say. 
At home, Ernin was walking circles in the bedroom. Despite his recent foul mood, he almost cheerfully told her that he has been doing it for three minutes in a row. 
“Guess our witch knows her business.” 
“Hey Lana, maybe we still are able to celebrate our wedding in time! I bet in two weeks I will recover completely. 
“Maybe…” She trailed off. Hard to talk about the wedding while the memory of Gunimar’s fiery cum still lingered in her mind. 
“Also, Hodin was here. Lana, he said you have become friendly with that brunette woman from the tavern, Hildi is the name if I remember right.” 
Lana cautiously turned to face him. Carefully weighing her words, she said:
“We help each other, yes.” 
“You have to know, this woman… she is not a proper companion for my future wife. For any woman in the village, really. Men on the mill rumored she is a… fallen woman. Gods forbid she influences you.”
It cost her all self-control not to flinch a muscle of her face. 
“Thank you for warning me. I will be careful around Hildi.
“Hodin’s tongue is too long. Is this a hint from him? Is he still threatening to expose me? What is he up to?” 
She went to bed early and just laid for some time, listening to floorboards creaking under Ernin’s feet. Eventually, he become tired and joined her on the bed. 
She just stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of him settling on the bed. If things go the way they go, Ernin might heal completely in time for their wedding. For so long she was afraid of it, then looking forward to it, but now…
“I cheated on him today, no two ways about it. The worst part is that I do not feel any remorse. I fucking loved it, no sense in lying to myself. I enjoy working in the tavern. Being a ‘fallen woman’. And, if we marry, no way his small dick will make me cum like Svar’s or Gunimar’s. If he recovers and returns to work in the lumber mill, it will be hard for me to explain why I continue working there. But there is no way I am quitting now.”  
The next day met her with a surprise that was not surprising. Lana woke up and immediately felt stiff in her crotch. A quick check confirmed her presumption – it was blood. 
“Just when I started the real fucking my body fucks me over so we are back to blowjobs. I should warn Svar so he does not arrange new clients for the next several days. And ask Hildi for her anti-pregnancy stuff.” She lightly pinched her ass-cheek, contemplating her options. 
Well, this is not the first time, and definitely not the last. Lana fetched new panties and a pad of absorbing fabric. 
Ernin took his medicine as usual and was too preoccupied with walking from one room to another to notice that she left for work earlier than usual. The talk with Svar went well, as well as this kind of talk can go well with men. She discovered long ago that men always become uncomfortable when they hear about women's periods, and try to end the conversation quickly. Svar was no exception. 
To make this day even worse, Hodin showed up again, this time as a client. 
“Be professional,” she thought while taking his dick in her mouth.
“Imagine it is Gunimar, a big muscled hunk with a huge dick. At least his dick is on par”. 
“Do you like it? Say that you like it!” he urged. 
“I have seen smaller,” Lana tried desperately to avoid giving him the pleasure of having his way. All that talk about being nice was just a facade, apparently.
“You cheating slut, bet you've seen dozens of them by now!” 
She rolled her eyes but continued her task at hand. Or in mouth in this case. 
He suddenly changed his tone:
“Do you know that this worthless worm, Ernin, asked my advice on how to charm you? I taught him some pretty words. He thought you have fallen for this! But I know the truth, you are just an insatiable slut, hungry for dicks!”
“Is he telling the truth? It would explain the weird stutters from Ernin. This is kind of pathetic of him, to be honest.” 
Eventually, he came, and Lana demonstratively spat all his cum and wiped her mouth clean. He scowled but left without further comments. 
Even though she despised the experience, it was undeniable that Hodin has a great dick. This blowjob did nothing to put down the flame of lust that was slowly building up inside her. 
To distract herself from this asshole, she hang out with Hildi after work as usual. Lana told the news and drank a spoon of the potion, making a face from the sour taste. 
“The bleeding will decrease or completely vanish soon,” Hildi instructed her. “This will not affect your ability to bear children in the future. I worked with girls who were drinking it for years and were fertile when they stop.” 
“Is it safe?”
“As far as I know, it is. Never heard about any complications.” 
“Great. Hey, is it typical to feel so hot during this time? I never felt like it before, but I feel like fucking ten men in a row would not satisfy me.” 
Hildi chuckled:
“Words not of a girl, but a woman. I heard that some girls are getting hornier during their period.” 
“I feel like not a lot of men would agree to fuck me in this state,” Lana became red in the face, but continued, “Is your ass-man still in the village?”
“So you have finally made up your mind? This is great!” Hildi hugged Lana, “Yes, Hefnir is still in the village. He will be here for three days and then depart to Solitude.” 
“Okay, I think I want to try taking it in the ass, but can you please help me to prepare?” Lana blushed even redder. Not a request one can make casually. 
“Of course! I will get in touch and bring him tomorrow. I am afraid we would need to do it after work hours if you want my help. Svar would not agree to lose both of the servers during the shift.” 
“Oh, Gods give me strength to survive till tomorrow, I feel like I am melting already,” Lana wiggled on her seat. 
Of course, she managed to endure it. A couple of blowjobs on the next day helped to get through. After their shifts were over, the girls gathered in Hildi’s room. Hefnir joined them, earning a curious glance from Svar on his way in.
Lana took a bath earlier this day because you can never be too clean. It still felt surreal dropping her skirt in front of two people and willingly sticking out her bum so Hildi can work her magic. Hefnir behaved very reservedly, probably not to make her even more uncomfortable than she already was. 
Lana felt something cold and slimy fingers making circles around her anus, getting close with every move. She hissed when Hildi touched her asshole, but this did not stop the woman. Hildi scooped some of the lube on her finger and started massaging her friend's butthole, rubbing the stuff in. This felt ticklish but nice, so Lana relaxed. It finally allowed Hildi to insert her lube-covered finger inside, provoking a yelp. 
With every movement, Hildi’s finger penetrated Lana’s tight ring deeper and deeper. The brunette applied some more lube, now sticking one of her fingers completely inside her friend’s rectum. 
“I think we are done for now. We should wait for the concoction to make its work.”
So Lana lay on the bed, with her ass up, with a green goo covering her anus. She had to keep this position, so the lube will not flow down from her ass. If there was an even more embarrassing situation in the world, she failed to imagine it. 
The other two in the room carried their conversation as if it was a usual sight to them. Which, Lana imagined, might be true. 
Hefnir complained about how dangerous the roads became recently. All soldiers are deployed to guard mountain passages between Cyrodiil and Skyrim, so no one patrols roads and guards them against bandits. The trade is also not what it used to be, he barely makes a living. 
“Well, apparently he still has enough money to fuck women's asses,” Lana thought. Her bum suddenly felt funny. Tingling did not stop, and she felt like the stuff inside her butt was expanding. It was not painful, but extremely weird. 
The pair meanwhile continued their chat. Hildi inquired about the recent fashion changes in the big city. She also asked a bunch of questions about names that Lana did not recognize. It was obvious she was thirsty for any information about her friends from Solitude, or even gossip. 
“At least they do not stare at my exposed butthole… I hope,” Lana was laying on a bed on her tummy, while the other two sat in chairs behind her. She was positive that something is happening inside her bowels. Lana felt as if something is crawling in, deeper and deeper, spreading her insides. 
About to voice her concern, she decided to rely on Hildi’s experience. One thing she did not expect is how boring it would be to wait until the lube does its thing. Lana focused on the sensations inside her bum. It indeed felt like there is a living thing drilling deeper inside her, opening her guts. 
“So how is that tea of mine that you bought the other day?”
“It is rich in flavor and aroma. It’s been a while since I tasted the proper tea. Here, smell it,” Lana heard rustling as Hildi fetched the bag of tea leaves.
“Exquisite!” exclaimed Hefnir.
“Do you not dare to make a tea party while I am here, ass up and face down!” The redhead felt her face almost steaming from frustration. 
“Hmm, maybe Lana is ready. Let me check,” Hildi stepped closer and grabbed something. She pulled, and the redheaded girl gasped in surprise. It felt like Hildi is retrieving a solid object out of her bowels!
With a wet pop, the last of the lube left Lana’s ass. She turned around and saw Hildi holding what looked like around twenty centimeters long sausage, but was colored light green. 
“Wow, this is huge! Can’t believe this just was inside me.”
“Well not completely, I left a tip outside so I can grab it,” Hildi weaved the jelly-like thing towards Hefnir:
“It’s showtime! I will dispose of this thing, it’s good for nothing now.” 
After swift rustling of discarded clothes, the naked man approached Lana. She bit her lip when his hands grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them. 
“It is so pretty and pink like I love it. Your butt is great, Lana. Supple and soft, but not fat.” 
“Thanks…” she uttered meekly, not sure if these were the kind of compliments she wanted to hear. 
She moaned when his fingers grazed her anus, and then again when he purposefully put a finger on it. He massaged her hole for some time, making circles and spreading her cheeks to get better access, and then he finally plunged one finger inside her ass.
Lana was utterly confused about how to describe this experience. It was not uncomfortable or painful. More like ticklish, but as if from the inside. She instinctively tried to clench her muscles, but they turned soft, devoid of real strength. Soon he retracted his finger. 
“I think you are relaxed enough.”
‘Enough for whaaaaa….” The words stuck in her throat as she felt something else entering her ass. 
“I have asked them to warn me before inserting! Wait, this is not a cock. Too soft, and it is moving. Is he licking my hole?”
She looked back and confirmed her suspicions – he indeed plunged his tongue in her asshole and now was licking it. 
“I guess it is clean now after Hildi’s lube. It actually feels pretty nice, so soft and warm”. Lana cut short her silent moan, but Hefnir heard it and doubled his efforts. She felt his spit running down her thigh as he slurped on her anus. 
This part of her body was not accustomed to so much attention, and it felt genuinely good. Without restraint, Lana moaned as his tongue explored the creases of skin and velvety-soft surface of her bowels. She completely relaxed and open her asshole to his attention. 
However, nothing lasts forever. Feeling empty after he retracted his tongue, she knew this emptiness will soon be filled. 
He grabbed her hips, this time firmly. Lana felt something poking at her entrance, and, without looking, she knew what it is. After the intense stimulation from his tongue, she was curious how something thicker would feel, and she was about to find out.
“I am pushing it in. Please do not tighten your ass, the hardest part is to get the tip in.” 
“Oh, I know which part is the hardest around here,” of course it was Hildi who could not keep witty comments to herself. 
Not paying attention to her friend, Lana nodded and braced herself. The pressure on her rectum grew, expanding it. She desperately wanted to wiggle her ass but forced herself to stay still. 
And then it happened, the tip of his dick entered her guts with an audible squish sound. With the ridge of his glans now simulating her anus, Lana experienced a whole spectrum of sensations. Never before she would believe it is possible to feel both uncomfortable and nice at the same time. It stretched her much like during normal sex, stimulating her sensitive walls. But this hole was not intended for these purposes, getting it filled was making her uncomfortable. 
“It would probably be way more painful if not for the lube, thanks Hildi for that.” As Lana struggled to accommodate his dick inside her, Hefnir started to make small slow thrusts in and out, never taking his dick out completely. 
While he was at it, Lana was slowly accustomed to having something in her back door. The initially uncomfortable stretching faded, as her body accepted the invading cock. The man slowly but steadily accelerated his thrusts and increased the amplitude, feeding more and more of his shaft to her hole. 
His thrusts sent jolts up her spine like nothing before. Soon Lana felt his balls pressing to her ass and realized that she managed to take his whole dick inside, which filled her with a weird sense of pride. Its tip pressed against her womb, from a completely different angle. Even through the fleshy wall of her bowels, it felt wonderful. 
“You took I like a champion, Lana,” he whispered to her ear, not breaking the rhythm of his movement even for a second. “It is so snug and warm inside as if you are hugging me.”
“Please do not stop. I love it, ram it deeper,” at this point, Lana threw propriety away and shamelessly admitted her pleasure. He reached the parts of her that were never touched before, so the deluge of pleasure flooded her mind. There were no restraints now. 
Happy to oblige, he began slamming into her ass in the earnest. The sounds filled the room – obscene fast claps of skin on skin. The remaining lube and Hefnir’s spit eased the friction and added moist undertones to the sounds of their anal coupling. 
Lana meanwhile chastised herself in her head for not doing it earlier. His dick poked at her inner core, every full push provoking sparks of pleasure from her womb, stimulating it through a wall of her flesh in a way that she had never imagined. The stirring he created inside her felt amazing, and the sensation of fullness complemented it nicely.
“This is even more intense than normal sex! And I am getting paid for this!” With these thoughts she surrendered to his relentless pounding. 
She felt the familiar orgasmic feeling starting to swell inside her, every poke of his dick making it stronger. Her legs gave away, good thing she was already prone on the bed. Lana flexed her muscle, trying to bring him to the climax too.
“This is too good, I am about to cum,” he groaned, so she knew her efforts were not in vain. 
“Yes, give me all you have. Dump it inside, drench my hole!” She almost yelled whatever was on her mind, too consumed by the impending release. 
With a loud moan, he started to unload inside her bowels. When the first load of hot cream hit her insides, Lana clawed the bedsheets and descended into her abyss of oblivious bliss. 
Her ass quivered, meaty ass-cheeks swaying. Her mouth opened, unable to make a noise. Lana would never believe the pleasure could be so overwhelming, all-consuming. Every nerve in her body flaring, she happily welcomed the ultimate delight. 
He dumped a deluge of seed inside her, Lana can almost sense how oozy her bowels are. When she regained her breath and became aware of her surroundings, Lana sat on the bed and cast a sight at her companions. 
Hefnir was sitting on a chair, breathing heavily. His deflated dick dangled, his skin covered by sweat as if he just unloaded a wagon. 
More interestingly, Hildi was not losing time while her friend was getting railed in the ass. The brunette dropped her skirt and pleased herself while looking at the lewd scene. No wonder Lana did not hear her masturbating, with all noises her sex made. 
Lana noticed two fingers plunged inside her friend’s pussy and their frantic movements. She looked at Hildi’s face and instinctively knew that the third climax of the evening is close. 
Suddenly, she felt wetness below her. Below her asshole, to be precise. When Lana changed her body position, Hefnir’s hot semen flowed down, now seeping through the not-so-tight rectum ring on the bedsheets. Lana jumped up to prevent a mess on the bed and placed a hand to gather the escaping liquid. 
Feeling the well-familiar sensation of thick cum in her hand, Lana’s throat suddenly throbbed. 
“The lube cleansed my ass, right? And he licked it, so it is totally clean now.” Lana locked her eyes with her Hildi, slowly lifted her hand, and run her tongue over her palm, licking the cum clean. 
With a guttural moan, Hildi came, spreading her legs wide. A splash of clear liquid escaped her gash and splattered on the floor. This was too much even for her. 
“It tastes exactly like usual cum”. Lana shrugged, and pushed another helping of it from her butthole on her waiting palm, licking it away shortly. 
Hefnir croaked:
“The fuck itself was great, but watching you eat it… Damn, Lana, you are a treasure”. 
“The moment I saw you peeping on me having sex I figured “She must be a dirty girl”. But fuck, girlfriend, you are opening new horizons of dirtiness to me. I never did a trick like this,” Hildi was grinning like a madwoman, lazily circling a finger over her clit. 
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Lana made a mockish kniksen, making a drop of cum flow down her thigh. 
Feeling drops of warm liquid running down her thighs, she admitted it in her head. “Fuck it, I am tired of pretending. Sex feels great, buttsex is even better, and I will definitely do it again. And if Ernin does not like it, he can go to Oblivion.”
Hildi helped her to clean up and dress, and soon she was on her way home. It was already pretty late, but fortunately no Hodin tonight. “He has been quiet since our last meeting, I only saw him in the tavern. Hopefully he abandoned whatever plans he had.”
Ernin was already snoring when she got home, so she carefully snuck into the bed. For some time she stared at nothing, re-imagining the events of the evening. Her bum still ached pleasantly, a lingering reminder of her recent anal adventures. She never felt so alive, so full of passion and desire. Compared to the intensity of sex, her mundane life seemed bleak and dreary. 
“I wonder would I be able to take a bigger cock in my ass,” were her last thoughts before drifting to sleep. 
The purple haze greeted her again. “Wow, it’s been a couple of weeks since I was here the last time”.
Self-aware in these weird dreams, Lana took the same path as the last time. After coming to the barrier, Lana distinguished a human-like shape, moved and distorted by the swirls of the purple mist. Yet again, she tried to reach through the barrier, to touch this figure. 
Her fingers sunk in the mist, which she expected to be cold and humid like fog. On contrary, it felt dense and warm, as if she stuck her hand in syrup. 
With some effort, she pushed her hand into the mist. The swirls warped and distorted the image behind it, but it was clearly a human shape. 
“Maybe if I put all my mass it will be easier,” she reasoned and stepped into the mist.
She awoke.
“Damn it, I was so close!”
“So close to what?” 
Bewildered, Lana glanced around. The room was full of daylight, and Ernin sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her. 
“Never mind, just a silly dream.” 
it’s been a while since she saw it the last time. Why does this dream occur some nights but not others?
“You were late yesterday. Really late. Why?” He inquired sternly. 
“Busy day at the tavern, I was helping people.”
“Yesterday was a weekday. Was it that busy?”
She realized that with this everyday job she totally lost count of what day of the week it is. These days, she would notice that today is a weekend day only by the number of clients in the inn. So her lie was not convincing. 
He did look like he is buying it. 
“You are staying late after work quite often lately.”
“Yup.”
“Is that woman trying to get to you?”
“Nope.”
“Quite the contrary, actually”. Lana remembered Hildi’s face from yesterday, contorted in lust, eyes of a maniac.
He obviously was getting suspicious. The morning went as usual - Lana cooked, did laundry, and even found some time for gardening. However, she noticed that when she was in the house he walked outside, presumably to practice walking. But when she came outside to tend the garden he instantly retreated to the house. 
“I feel like I should be concerned, but I cannot find a single fuck to give. I should not dwell on that, I think.” 
Her day was similar to the previous one. Some tavern work, some cocksucking, some assfucking. She reckoned since Hefnir will be in the village only for one day more and she still had her red days going, she might as well enjoy this. Also, he paid thirty gold per fuck, so Lana ended with a hefty sum that she decided to pay to the witch.  
Again she took a lube in her ass, wiggling it from cold and slimy sensations. A real dick soon replaced the lube, and in no time Hefnir railed her in the butt balls-deep. Hildi masturbated to the carnal display in front of her, the squelching sounds of her fingers adding new notes to the sinful symphony of the room. 
After thoroughly stimulating her guts, he painted them white with another massive eruption. When Lana composed herself back from the puddle of pleasure after her orgasm, she still felt quite horny. A pervy thought mage her giggle and turn to Hefnir, who was taking a breather on a chair. 
After climaxing at the same time as the ass-fucking couple, Hildi sat relaxed. She lazily watched Lana getting up from the bed and walking towards Hefnir. Then the redhead kneeled in front of him and gave his half-flaccid dick a couple of strokes. Hildi’s eyes went wide as she realized what Lana is up to. The red-haired woman opened her mouth and took the dick inside. 
Hefnir almost cried loud from the sensations of his still extremely sensitive shaft, but that did not stop Lana. She took it as deep as she could, twirling her tongue and hollowing cheeks for maximum stimulation. She sucked the remnants of his delicious baby batter from the dick, slurping loudly. 
Hildi approached them and took a closer look. Not at the cock-gobbling in front of her, but her friend. Gods know she saw many girls giving blowjobs, but no one ever was carried away so far in their lust to suck a dick straight out of their own ass. It was fascinating, in a completely perverted way. Hypnotizing, as if watching snakes tangling. 
Lana meanwhile felt that strength returns to his dick, and was already salivating from the promise of more sweet nectar to come. Without noticing cum leaking from her asshole, she swallowed his pole as deep as she can. Annoyed at the slow progress of making him hard again, Lana decided to take a daring step. 
She relaxed her throat and suppressed her gag reflex as best as she could while impaling her throat on his dick. His tip entered the velvety embrace of her gullet, then his whole glans. 
Hefnir gasped:
“Are you okay? It feels heavenly, but I do not want to choke you.”
With a loud slurp Lana let his dick free:
“I am fine, you better get hard again soon.”
“I am trying, will be there in no time with a helper like you,” he chuckled. 
Lana returned to deep throating him until she felt he is hard enough. Then she stood, straddled him, and lowered her ass on his dick. It took some aiming to point it at her butthole, but she managed it and soon was riding him. The remains of his cum in her ass and her spit on the dick provided nice lube, so soon she was slamming her meaty ass cheeks on his shaft with all her weight. 
“Damn, watching you made me all hot again. I will go and fetch Svar, I am sure he would not decline an offer to fuck” Hildi exited the room, but Lana barely registered it. She was too consumed by her world of pleasure. 
The pair returned and shortly Hildi was bent over, taking Svar’s dick from behind in the other end of the room. Lana admitted that watching other people fucking turned her on even more. As if she needed it, with a huge cock stirring her guts. While riding Hefnir, she smashed her tits in his torso, so he decided to take advantage of it and fondled her soft jugs. 
“This is the life,” she thought, feeling her asshole and bowels spread wide. Every time she dropped her body, his dick dove deep inside, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine. After all stimulation, it felt like her guts were turned into another sensitive flesh hole, like a second pussy. 
She mumbled something unintelligible into Hefnir ear, but he was not listening, enjoying the tight flesh tunnel that enveloped his dick snugly. Since he came just recently, it was taking more time for him to do it again, but he already sensed his balls itching. 
The pair on another side of the room changed the position, Hildi riding Svar with abandon. Maybe it was her experienced hips movement or their lust was fueled by the sight of Lana’s anal riding, but Svar came first. The song of their mutual climax moans made Lana’s heart beat faster, she knew her turn is coming soon. 
She flexed her butt cheeks, trying to milk his dick, and her efforts were soon rewarded. The liquid warmth coated her insides, as Hefnir came the second time. Not as much as before, but still enough to stuff her guts. 
Lana leaned on his frame, her head to his chest when her second climax hit. She realized she is drooling on his skin, but it did not bother her. This orgasm felt less intense, the pleasure slowly and gently took over her body, while her ass received another white flood. 
Both pairs stayed in their positions for some minutes, breathing heavily, trying to return to their senses. Eventually, they put their clothes on, shooting embarrassed glances at each other. 
“So, people, do you want some ale? It is on the house,” suddenly offered Svar. 
The girls looked at each other, and Hildi gave a ‘whynot’ shrug. It did not take much effort to convince Hefnir, and soon all four sat in the empty drinking hall.
For the first time in her life, Lana had such a fun party. Svar and Hefnir organized an arm-wrestling contest, with girls cheering for their favorites. Lana lost, with Svar getting the upper hand. Then they organized a stripping game of cards, men against women. Lana tried to lose to tease the guys a bit, but Hildi was hell-bent on winning. 
The guys win in the end, with Svar sitting in his socks. They laughed it off and dressed back, not really in the mood for more fucking. Everyone dressed but Hildi, whose gorgeous tattoo on the back drew general attention. The brunette woman spined around, showing a snake, coiling around her frame. The snake bit its own tail in the end, so she explained this is a metaphor that every end is a new beginning. Then Lana asked what the word “metaphor” means, making everyone laugh. 
When they finished explaining these complicated matters to Lana, the party died down. Hildi blew a kiss and went upstairs, Svar returned to his room. Hefnir volunteered to walk Lana home, which she gladly accepted. 
When they approached her house, Hefnir hugged Lana and said:
“It’s been a while since I had such a fun time. I will depart to Solitude tomorrow morning, but I am already looking forward to returning here”. 
She uttered, “Already?” 
“One does not become a good merchant by sitting on one spot. I sold my wares here, time to restock. Three to five days to Solitude, a week there, and back. I will return in two weeks or so. With a big jar of lube!” His hands dropped from her waist to her ass and gave it a little squeeze. 
“My ass feels empty now… Return soon,” she whispered, gave him a peck on the cheek, and turned to head home. 
Lana figured that Ernin is asleep by now, so she tried to move silently around the house. But when she turned the corner and entered the kitchen, he was sitting there. His eyes glared in the light of one burning candle, and he stared directly at her. 
“Wanna tell me anything? Another bullshit about working past midnight?”
She just silently stared back, unsure what to answer. Lana was genuinely tired and more than a bit conscious of lying to him, but how one goes admitting that she just received two anal creampies in a row?
“Tell me now!” He tried to shout, but his still weak voice cracked and it sounded more like a wheeze. 
“I… You are right, it was bullshit. Ernin, I have a confession. I was not entirely faithful to you.” 
“You fucking whore!” This time he shouted and jumped to his feet. Lana noticed that he did not even sway. The medicine indeed worked. 
“I knew it! You fucked me like a possessed, and when I got sick, you started to go home late! I am not as stupid as you think!”
She slowly stepped back during his fiery tirade until she bumped into the cooking table. She turned around and noticed a knife, lying where she was peeling potatoes this morning. 
“You will quit this work at once! When my parents come here, we will take you to their village and lock you until I can beat some sense into you! But right now…” He took a menacing step towards her.
“Get back!” She swung a knife and then it happened. It felt like a motion of air, created by her movement, got much stronger than it should be. Ernin was two meters from her when it struck him and threw him on the wall like a ragdoll. 
“WHAT the fuck was that? Is this magic? How?”
He groaned heavily and rolled on his side, trying to get up. 
“I am really sorry…” She dropped the knife and wanted to help him, but noticed his mad bloodshot eyes. There was a murderous intent in these eyes. 
“Witchcraft! You are in league with the hags!”
She realized he was too mad to be reasoned with. Lana stepped back and exited the house. As she walked away, she heard him crying:
“You won’t get away with this! The guard will find you, whoring witch!”
Tears swelled in her eyes as she walked back to the inn. After some banging at the door, sleepy Svar opened it. He did not ask questions, just accompanied her to the upper floor, where Hildi met them. 
“I got it Svar, you can go back to sleep now.”
“If you need anything, just ask,” he gave Lana a compassionate glance and left her to Hildi’s care. 
Then the tears exploded. Lana wept in Hildi’s nightwear, while her friend led her to the bed. For the next several minutes the only sounds in the room were Lana’s sobbing. After a while she finally calmed down:
“My mom used to say that crying doesn’t help, it just makes things uglier. Sorry, there are tears all over you nighty now.” 
“Never mind. I can guess what happened; do you want to talk about it?” 
“I… never thought Ernin had this in him. He always looked like a simple guy, almost a doofus. But kind and reliable. Maybe it is his condition that influences him?” 
“Did he hit you?” Hildi asked softly. 
“No, but he tried. Actually, this is a whole other topic. Hildi, I think I am a mage.” 
The brunette woman cocked her brow:
“Now this is something new. Tell me all about it.” 
And so Lana did. She told about their conflict and how she threw him on the wall with a swing of her hand. Telling this now made the whole thing sound surreal, but Lana was adamant about what she saw. 
“Magic or not, I doubt you will return to this house.” 
“Yeah, you are right,” Lana slumped. “Can I count on you? I need a roof over my head.”
“I told you before and I will again – my room is your room.”
Lana felt tears swelling again, but this time of joy. With all this distress, at least she was alone against the world. 
Exhausted by the evening’s events, she soon drifted to sleep, right on Hildi’s chest. The brunette held her tight for some time, making sure that Lana is sound asleep. Hildi carefully rolled Lana on her side and became a big spoon in their embrace. 
Lana woke up feeling warmer than she ever had. She soon realize it was partly to her friend hugging her, and partly because she forgot to disrobe yesterday.  
Eventually, she woke up Hildi, even though Lana tried to get out of the bed as slowly and carefully as she could. 
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Sorry I slept in your bed in clothes.” 
“Nevermind. Speaking of clothes, I am guessing you only have what is on you right now?”
This question made Lana pensive. All her clothes were back at the house, along with other personal possessions. And her garden too! 
“My flowers! They will wither without care!”
“Damn,” - Hildi remarked. “You told me so much about your garden, and now I am never going to see it. Or am I?”
“What is on your mind?”
“I think it might be a good idea to scare Ernin a bit, so he does not nurture any revenge plans. Remember our favorite regular, the guard captain?”
Lana nodded. It was hard to forget this hunk of man. 
“I might have a plan for how to get your stuff out of this house. Have you ever had sex with another woman?”
“WHAT?” Saying this question threw Lana off guard would be saying nothing. 
“Of course, I didn’t! What is the connection here?” 
“I bet that if I promise Gunimar a threesome, he will pummel your ex-fiancé into the ground.”
“Please don’t! I do not want him to get harmed. He is not a bad man, he is just in a difficult life situation.” 
Hildi eyed her:
“You are not thinking about returning to him, are you? If you show weakness now, he will wipe the floor with you in the future.” 
Lana sighed:
“I do not think this door is opened for me any longer, even if I wanted. You were not there yesterday. I won't be able to feel safe around him ever again. But please, do not beat him.”
“Okay, how about Gunimar guarding us so Ernin does not become too handsy while we pack your stuff?”
Lana admitted that this idea was not that bad. She had no money and did not want to get even more in debt to buy some clothes. And one look at her wide hips against Hildi’s thin frame told her that sharing dresses is not an option either. Also, there was some other personal stuff she would very much like to salvage from her now-former house. 
“I think it might work. But I am not that sure about the three of us having sex together.” 
“Believe me, this will not be the hard part. From yesterday's party, it looked like your bleeding already stopped.” 
Lana blushed but admitted it was true. Hildi’s potion greatly shortened her monthly ordeal. 
“Great. I will send a word to Gunimar, let’s get this over with before our workday started.”
Later this morning the three of them marched to Ernin’s house. Lana had her concerns, fearful to see the result of yesterday’s events. But the guard captain radiated calmness and confidence, which put her at ease. Hildi went along to help carry everything in one go and fetched some baskets from Svar, for which Lana was immensely grateful.
He banged his armored fist on the door. They waited quite long, starting to give each other confused glances when Ernin finally limped to the door and opened it. His eyes widened when he saw Lana:
“You!”
However, Gunimar swiftly took initiative in talking:
“Esteemed citizen, today I received a report that this young woman no longer desires to stay in your house due to your engagement. She asked me to escort her and ensure the safe retrieval of her possessions. I am here to observe that no party is taking others’ rightful belongings.” 
He put an arm on Ernin’s shoulder and carefully swept him aside. The girls went to the house, Lana carefully picking up her dresses from a closet and guiding Hildi through what items they should take. It suddenly felt very real to her that she is not returning to this house ever again. She did not want to leave some of her mother’s handiwork here. 
She held a knit scarf that her mom gave her as a gift for her engagement. It felt like Lana betraying her memory somehow, abandoning Ernin. But the choice was made, and now all she could hope is that is the right one. 
She heard that in the hallway Ernin was trying to convince Gunimar that Lana was a dangerous witch. The guard captain was skeptical, arguing that all people show magic aptitude in childhood, and someone would have surely noticed something weird in Lana before if this was the case. 
“Ummm, Lana? Can you come here?” Hildi’s voice from the bedroom distracted her. She did as requested and gasped when she saw her flowerpots thrown over the floor. The bedroom was a huge mess, with soil and petals everywhere. 
“This fucker…” Hildi whispered. 
“Why?” Lana cried, rushing to the hallway. “What did flowers do to you?” 
If she were an actual witch, capable of controlling her talent, Ernin would be incinerated on the spot. However, Gunimar stood between them like a steel wall and prevented the fight. 
“You wanted to brew some foul venoms or something from them, I am sure!”
“You fucking idiot, if you ever paid any attention to my words you would have known that all of them are useless in alchemy! This is why I didn’t grow them in bulk for sale!
“Fuck you, Ernin. There was a time I thought you are a decent man, but I guess you showed your true face under pressure. My foot will never step in this house; you are dead for me now.” 
As soon as she started yelling at him she realized it was true. This outburst drained her, so she slowly turned away and silently return to gathering her stuff. Hildi gave her a compassionate glance. 
Eventually, girls with baskets and their guard left the house. The strange procession drew more than a few curious glances on their way back to the tavern, but they successfully made it to the inn. Gunimar bid them farewell, and Svar finally received the confirmation of his suspicions – Lana is going to live in Hildi’s room from now on. 
The two of them brought baskets up and started unpacking. Hildi’s spacious, half-empty room quickly became more cramped. But she didn’t mind, as she explained to Lana:
“Svar rented me the biggest room because it was the most expensive one and no one ever ordered it anyway. With our agreement, I enjoy a hefty discount for it. Settle in, you can live here for free.” 
“No need to pay for me, we will split the cost.” 
“Whatever. In our line of work, it is hard to make friends. Men see us as fuckable holes, women despise us. I was so lonely until I met you, Lana. I do not mind sharing space or paying for you if we get to hang out more!”
Lana must admit, that her social life was lackluster before meeting Hildi, and their evening tea parties (or wine parties sometimes) were quite enjoyable. Perhaps there was a silver lining in all this. 
When they went to Svar to start working, he asked:
“Am I to understand that you are no longer concerned about maintaining the secrecy of your work?” 
“Guess I am not,” Lana shrugged. 
The day was mundane, she fucked only one customer. Since Lana decided it was not important to keep the circle of clients private and trusted any longer, she did not even bother memorizing his name. Some lanky ginger fellow with an average-sized dick, who managed to make her cum. She returned to serving dishes, her mood lightened after a helping of his sweet sperm.  
Not without some inner trembling she waited for Gunimar to arrive. She hoped that he might postpone the “payment”. 
However, this was not the case. He arrived closer to the end of the day, clearly eager to get to it. When all customers left, Hildi grabbed a bottle of wine and guided them to her room. To their room. 
“What a trio we are,” Lana observed. It occurred to her that it was silly to be so shy about it since she already fucked Gunimar in the past and saw Hildi naked a couple of days before. But she could not help it anyway.
Gunimar had no such reservations, grinning like a kid in a candy store. Girls had some drinks while he removed his armor, and by the time he finished, t1hey already were tipsy. Damn, who knew that guard armor has so many pieces, it must be a nightmare to put on. 
The girls disrobed way faster and moved to the guard captain. They hugged him from both sides, giggling at how big his muscles are and how hairy his chest is. Lana pretty much surrendered the lead to her friend and went with whatever Hildi did. 
They guided him to the bed. Hildi sat and immediately started sucking his dick. At the same time, she gestured for Lana to join her. The red-head was not sure how both of them can do this but moved her mouth forward anyway. 
It turned out that Hildi moved her lips to kiss and caress his shaft and left the tip free for sucking, which Lana immediately occupied herself with. Their faces were so close, that she can feel her friend's hot breath while Hildi slobbered over Gunimar’s meat pole. 
“Good thing he is well endowed, or we would not have enough space,” Lana thought. She put all her recently acquired blowjob skills to use, so she can only imagine how good it felt for him. 
“Drag your lips on the other side,” Hildi whispered. Lana repositioned her head and did exactly that. Their lips were now caressing both sides of his dick, and Gunimar even moved his hips slightly, as if fucking a fleshy tunnel of their lips. Lana admitted it looked and felt pretty hot, her pussy started to leak. 
“Now the tip,” the brunette guided Lana, but this time both of them put their lips on his glans, which caused them to awkwardly half-kiss. It was the first time Lana touched another woman's lips, and it felt pretty underwhelming, exactly like male ones. 
They tongued and kissed his dick for some time, but suddenly Hildi let it go and dragged Lana from it too. She then turned her friend’s head and kissed her deeply. Lana softly gave in, allowing her friend to explore her mouth, their tongues entwining. 
“I think I like kissing women more. No mustache, no beard. It is so soft, and she smells nice.” Lana opened her mount wider to savor this sensation more. 
They made out for some time, but eventually broke their lips and noticed that Gunimar watched them in fascination. 
“Time for the main course,” Hildi said in the husky voice. She climbed on the bed, then got to her knees and turned her ass towards the man. Lana could see that her friend was quite wet. 
Gunimar slid his whole manhood inside in one slick move. As he pounded her from behind, Hildi lifted her torso and again locked her lips with Lana. The two women faced each other as they kissed, Lana, feeling the force of his thrusts through Hildi’s body. Redhead’s heavy tits smashed into brunette’s petite ones, and their nipples touched, sending jolts of pleasure through their bodies. 
“Your turn…” Hildi moaned in Lana’s mouth. The trio quickly repositioned – the man lay on the bed, his dick sticking up. Lana straddled him, taking it into her drooling quim. She expertly rode him, moving her hips up and down. Lana yelped when she suddenly felt Hildi’s hands hugging her from behind, groping her tits. She sensed the brunette’s erected nipples poking in her back, as Hildi wrapped her arms around her friend, and gently nibbled at her neck from behind. 
Lana’s breasts were mercilessly kneaded; Hildi lifted them and dropped, pressed together, and pinched the nipples. Lana figured it was all show for Gunimar's enjoyment. 
Then they swapped the positions, Hildi sat on the rigid dick while Lana carefully touched her tits from behind. It was a bit awkward, because her own voluminous meat mounds pressed into Hildi’s back, pushing her away from Lana when she tried to wrap her hands around her friend. But she managed in the end, tenderly groping Hildi’s breasts.
They changed the position again. Lana started to think that her friend just had a set of predefined sex posed in advance and was just walking them through it. This time Lana was on her back with Hildi lying on top of her. They both stuck their crotches towards Gunimar, who alternated fucking both pussies, while women were making out furiously. It actually felt quite thrilling – not seeing the dick, anticipating it to plunge inside any moment. 
The man finally moaned and came. He was inside Lana at the moment, so she gladly accepted a deluge of seed in her inner tunnel. 
Next, Hildi surprised her. She whispered, “I do not think you came…” and dragged her tongue down her friend's body, finally latching her mouth over Lana’s slit. 
The redhead moaned. Her friend’s mouth expertly found her clit, her tongue teasing it. Then, Hildi put her mouth over Lana’s pussy and loudly slurped, stirring the pussy juices with her tongue. The sensation of warm sperm being sucked out tripped Lana over the edge, and the woman convulsed from the delight of orgasm. 
The passion of the room ebbed away. The trio talked for some time, Hildi suggesting they should do some more time. Gunimar nodded eagerly, but he was drained for today. The girls helped him to gather a thousand different clasps, buttons, and ribbons from his armor and bid farewell. 
“So, did you enjoy it?” Hildi asked when they saw Gunimar off and get to their favorite occupation – drinking tea. 
“It felt nice. You are a great kisser,” Lana said, invoking a smile from her friend. 
“I really enjoyed the last part too,” - she added. 
“I am sure you did. I really liked it too, when I was on top of you – it was so warm and soft, and convenient to kiss you,” Hildi gently touched her friend’s hand. 
“Soft? Are you implying I am fat?” Lana bantered. Hildi’s touch felt pleasant, and she had no intention to move her hand away. 
They laughed. However, Lana did not break their hand contact. Moreover, she traced a finger over Hildi’s skin. The girls stared at each other longingly, slowly moving their faces towards each other over the table. 
Seeing the unspoken permission, Lana took the initiative and locked her lips with Hildi. The brunette eagerly reciprocated, filling the room with the soft sounds of their kissing. Unlike earlier, they kissed slowly and sensually, entwining tongues while holding hands. 
Kissing over the table was not the most comfortable experience, so soon they sat back and finished the tea, shooting devious glances and suggestive smiles at each other. 
Hildi walked to the bed, making sure to sway her hips in front of her friend, and sat there. She beckoned Lana, who gladly joined her on the bed. They quickly picked up where they left, entwining tongues in a sloppy kiss. 
The longer they went the more Lana got into it. Tender and the soft kiss became more passionate, with drool exchanging mouths and tongues dancing in passion. Lana pulled Hildi close, enjoying the warmth of her body through the blouse. 
“Let’s remove the fabric barrier,” - Lana thought as she broke the kiss for long enough to remove her blouse and bra. Hildi frantically did the same, almost ripping her clothes. The women immediately locked their lips again, now enjoying the silky feeling on each other skin. Lana intentionally moved her torso to drag her breasts over Hildi’s. 
“I think we should lose the rest of our clothes…” the brunette whispered to her friend, before kissing her ear. Jolts of pleasure run through Lana’s body as she untied her skirt and dropped it. Panties followed soon. 
A minute later two naked female bodies were writhing in pleasure on the bed. Girls caressed each other’s breasts and crotches, moaning loudly. Hildi now was kissing (and occasionally licking) her friend’s whole face – nose, cheeks, chin, even forehead. It felt like she does not care what to kiss, as long as it is a part of Lana. 
The redhead meanwhile employed her hand to softly caress her friend’s breast, giving her a bountiful squeeze, tracing circles, and occasionally gently pinching her nipple. 
“You will make my whole face covered in saliva,” she jokingly warned. 
“Would you like my mouth in other places?” 
“I can think of a couple…”
Hildi gave her a playful grin and dragged her tongue down, to Lana’s breasts. She licked both fleshy nubs thoroughly, always making sure to fondle the breast she was not licking. 
“I want to sleep on these pillows for the rest of my life,” Hildi said, lifting one voluminous breast to give the nipple a tongue bath. 
“This can be arranged,” with her friend’s tits out of her reach Lana just ran her hands over Hildi’s back, trying to give her as much skin-on-skin simulation as possible. 
Hildi eventually moved down and started working on Lana’s dripping hole. She made Lana squirm in delight, tracing her tongue over her inner lips and clit. 
“It feels heavenly… I want to do this to you,” Lana weakly mewled after a minute of her friend’s relentless oral assault. 
Without taking her lapping mouth away from Lana’s slit, Hildi moved her body. She made a half-circle over the redhead's voluptuous form and positioned herself above her friend, so her own neatly trimmed pussy was now right in front of Lana’s face. 
Lana did not lose time and immediately started to lick it. Lacking skill, she compensated for it with her vigor, making sure no part of her friend's pussy is left untouched. 
Loud slurping filled the air, interrupted by an occasional moan or whimper of pleasure. Lana found out that her friend’s juices tasted a lot like her own. She started to suspect that all pussies tasted similarly but was not sure how to prove this. Obviously, apart from licking a lot of them. 
Lana grabbed Hildi’s buttocks tight and plunged her tongue as deep as she could, dragging it through the velvety walls of the tunnel. 
“Wish my tongue was longer.” But even as it was, her efforts made Hildi almost howl with pleasure. Lana moved her tongue left and right, trying to stimulate as much of the fleshy inner surface as she could when it suddenly started to quiver and Hildi moaned deeper than she ever did before. 
“Guess it was enough to make her cum still.” Lana felt pride and warmth fill her, knowing that she managed to make her love feel that good. She looked lovingly at Hildi’s pussy, which was a bit red and quite messy, and gave it an affectionate kiss. 
Hildi looked drained, so Lana put her in bed and cuddled her. Both girls soon drifted to sleep, not bothering to put any clothes on. 
Lana woke up in the most delightful way possible. One side of her body was covered by a soft wooly blanket. And on the other side was softly snoring Hildi, her silky skin heavenly soft. 
“My arm is numb.” Lana slowly and carefully wiggled her hand from under her friend, managing not to wake her up. The redhead turned on her back and stared at the ceiling. 
“Am I a sick pervert? If anyone told me a month ago that I am going to fuck another woman, I would call them lunatics. Now look at me – left my fiancé to fuck strangers and lick pussies. This is fun and the pay isn’t bad, but what do I do next? Should I look for another man? It’s not gonna be easy now. What I certainly should do is sort out this nonsense with magic and witchcraft. Maybe Gella can help to figure it out?”
While Lana was consumed by ruminations, Hildi suddenly snorted loud and then yawned. 
“It’s been a while since I woke up naked with another woman in bed,” the brunette joked, rolling to face her lover. She smiled, her brown eyes are full of sparks. Lana smiled in return, and the two women locked their lips. It was not a passionate, full of desire kind of kiss from yesterday. More of a gesture of affection, when there is a smiling face of the beloved one and there is no real reason not to kiss it. 
After kissing to their hearts' content, the girls (not without some regret) left the coziness of the wooly blanket and started their day. Hildi instantly sat in from of a mirror and started to apply makeup. Lana fetched some bread and cheese from the kitchen to make breakfast. 
“Hey, I think I will pay a visit to the witch today,” the redhead announced as they were munching their meal. 
“The one that sells erection potions?”
“Yeah. But I want to ask her is it possible to show magic abilities at my age. Until recently I thought that magic shows at a young age, and if one does not start casting fireballs at eight, it is safe to presume they are magic-inept.” 
Hildi looked at her contemplatively:
“That is what I heard too. Do you mind if I accompany you?”
“I was hoping you would say this,” Lana smiled. 
Soon both women walked to the village outskirt. On their way they passed near Ernin’s house. Lana spotted a carriage near it, so she figured his parents finally arrived. She could hardly imagine their reaction when learned about recent events. 
When friends reached the witch hut, the door opened by itself again. They found Gella in the same place as before, brewing some dubiously looking liquids. 
“How can I help you? Aren’t you the girl whose husband got overzealous with the love potion?” Gella greeted them. 
“He is not my husband, but this is not important right now. Is it possible to check if I have magic powers somehow?” 
The witch cocked her brow:
“Believe me, you would have known by now.” 
“Yeah, that is what everyone says. But I know what I saw! I feel it was magic!” Lana proceeded to tell about her encounter in the kitchen and how she threw Ernin at the wall. 
Gella frowned while she listened to her story. In the end, she said:
“Stay here and do not touch anything, if you value your life. I am going to fetch some stuff.” 
She moved to another room and made quite a ruckus there, judging by the sounds. 
“I hope she will not return with a hag effigy or something,” Hildi nervously chuckled. Lana smiled, but she also felt uneasy. Gella seemed pretty friendly, but Lan did not know anything about magic at all, and right now she was at the witch's mercy. 
The old woman finally returned with a bag, full of mysterious stuff. She took one bottle out of the pile and gestured to Lana to drink it: 
“It is a Magicka potion. Chug it down and describe what you feel.” 
The redhead obediently drank it. 
“It tastes sweet.” 
“Aaaaand?”
Lana tried to gauge if anything feels different but failed to notice. 
“Not much else, honestly.”
“Okay, let’s try a different approach,” Gella retrieved several small glowing gems from the bag. 
“You,” she addressed Hildi, “Go to the edge of the room.”
“And you,” she pointed at Lana, “Sit tight.”
Gella clenched one of the stones in her fist, and when she let it go the gem was dull and dark, but her fingers were now glowing. She started to draw lines on the floor, around Lana’s chair. 
As she proceeded, the pattern became more intricate. At last, Gella produced several candles and placed them seemingly randomly at different edges of the pattern. Then, she stepped away, took another gem in her hand, and pointed at the rune on the floor. 
Lana felt her stomach dropping. A strange and uncomfortable feeling, as if she was losing something she had not even known she had, but an important part of herself anyway. 
Nausea struck Lana, and her head started to spin. Lana dropped her eyes to see that glowing lines on the floor now shone brightly as a sun. One of the candles started to burn, and the rest followed soon. The initial weak specks of fire rapidly grew, ultimately getting as tall as the candles themselves, melting them quickly. What struck Lana the most is the color of the flame – rich purple. 
“What is happening? Lana, are you all right?” Hildi cried from the other side of the room.
Gella exclaimed something and waved her hand. The light vanished, and all candles instantly went out. 
Hildi rushed to her friend and hugged her. Lana was breathing heavily, sweaty and weary as if she just unloaded a cart full of barrels. 
“These candles can’t be kindled with regular fire, only the magic one. The pattern I drew is used to disarm mages, as a rune trap. It siphons magicka,” Gella explained when Lana caught her breath again and started to return to the norm. 
“You, girl, are a vessel of magic power. You might not know how to use it, but you are full of it. Judging by the flame intensity, we just burned the equivalent of chugging a dozen of Magicka potions at once.” 
“I never thought this is possible, but I am not the wisest scholar around. To figure this out, you need the help of a proper mage, not a half-baked alchemist like myself. Please tell, were there any more magic incidents in the past? Does anything extraordinary happen to you, recently or years ago? You can trust my silence.” 
Lana opened her mouth to deny it and froze. The troll incident! She almost forgot about it by now, but the creature dissolved in a puff of purple mist, like the color of the flame. And her weird dreams – they probably played some part in all this!
“Okay, I need your total discretion about what I am about to tell,” she addressed both Gella and Hildi.
“Almost a month ago, I was gathering flowers in the forest…”
As she told the lewdest part of the story about the troll’s long tongue in her gash, the faces of both women reddened. The next part, with the troll exploding in the pink dust, made Gella nod. 
“I have never heard or read of anything similar before, even when I was studying in the College of Winterhold,” the witch noted. 
“I advise you to seek the consultation of a court magician, in either Solitude or Markarth. Or go straight to the Mages college in the Winterhold, they have an extensive library, it might shed light on your condition.” 
Dumbfounded, Lana listened to Gella’s words. The girls thanked the witch and headed back to the inn. They stepped in silence, both overwhelmed by the recent revelation. 
“Soooo, what would you do now?” Hildi broke the uneasy silence. 
“I do not know,” Lana stopped and looked at Hildi’s eyes:
“Do you still want to share a room with me? To even be around me? I was so afraid that this troll thing will make you disgust me.” 
Hildi took her hand and shook it forcefully:
“Never say anything like this. You are my girlfriend, end of discussion. I can imagine things that are way more disgusting than that, also it is not like you were a willing participant. “
Trying to defuse the conversation, she joked:
“I am kind of wondering how a longer-than-human tongue would feel in my pussy.” 
“Oh shut up, you perv,” Lana cannot help by smile. She was immensely relieved that Hildi did not turn away from her. 
Hand in hand, they walked back to the inn. Another day of work was about to start, so they decided to postpone the discussion until later. 
On her way back Lana started to feel the familiar hunger for the rich, sweet taste of cum. The tingling in the back of her throat made her look at Svar with hungry eyes. Unfortunately, he was too occupied with getting the tavern ready to open. 
“I should treat myself, after all these adversities. I hope that a client will show up soon”. 
Her prayers were answered soon enough. A guy approached Svar, looking as if he had something shady in mind. After a quick conversation, the inn host weaved towards Lana. 
She greeted her customer with a wide smile and took him upstairs. He did not know his name but was sure she saw him working in the lumber mill earlier. Not that it mattered much, as long as he had a dick. 
She immediately gulped down his average-sized cock and started to vigorously bob her head. The client ordered a blowjob, and she was about to deliver the best suck in his life. 
She wanted to apply every trick she knew, but when she stopped wiggling her tongue under his glans and took his shaft down her throat, the man groaned and released his seed. The first thick spurt flew directly down her esophagus, and then Lana gagged his dick back in her mouth and enjoyed her delicious cum-ambrosia.
The man left, but Lana sat for some time, rolling the treat inside her mouth. For some reason today she was hungrier for cum than the days before. Is it connected to what happened in the witch house somehow? 
She separated the load in her mouth into several portions and slowly swallowed. It was time to return to her waitress responsibilities.
Unfortunately, just as she opened the door, a familiar face greeted her. Hodin stood in front of her, grinning as usual. 
“Hey there, girl. I heard about your little misunderstanding with Ernin.”
“I am surprised you know the word “misunderstanding,”  Lana retorted. 
“Your tongue is still sharp as ever, I see. But make it softer for a time, since I am your next client.”
She silently showed him the way into the room, and soon it was full of slurping sounds again. He paid for a blowjob, and a blowjob is what he was going to get. Even though today he did not say any nasty things and call her nasty names, Lana struggled to think well of him. 
“Well, I do not need to like him to give him head. Should I swallow? If I do, it would feel like a form of defeat”. 
“Was Ernin not good enough for you? He could not fuck you several times in a row? I bet this is what you get here every day now,” he taunted her. 
“I am definitely now swallowing now,” she thought exactly when Hodin started to come. He flooded her mouth with another serving of sweet seed in less than an hour. With an inhuman effort of will, she let it all from her mouth on her palm. Several drops have fallen on her blouse. 
Lana hoped she look defiant as she stared at his eyes, as defiant as one can be after sucking a dick. 
“I thought you love swallowing,” he jibed. 
“Usually I do. Do not forget to close the door from the other side.”
Unexpectedly, he smiled and said:
“You got more spirit than some men on the mill. I really should have known better than doing stupid advances on you.” 
When Hodin left, Lana watched the door for some moments, then looked at her palm. His cum, mixed with her drool, was drying fast. 
“Of, fuck, I can’t stand it,” she lurched her tongue forward, catching anything worth licking on her arm. When it was clean, Lana even sucked the spots on her blouse to maybe get more of the sweet baby batter.
Ashamed of herself, she changed clothes and returned to the drinking hall. There were no more clients almost to the end of the day when Gunimar stepped in. He signaled Lana to come with him upstairs. 
As she slowly disrobed, he said:
“You know, I met an elderly couple today. They come to the guard barracks, claiming that a witch poisoned their son, Ernin.”
Lana froze with her tits naked. 
“Can you guess what name they told me? The witch’s name?” 
“Listen, I can explain…”
“No need to, I already know the story from Hildi. She told me everything when she asked me to accompany you two to your old house. I interrogated Gella today, she confirmed the story.” 
A wave of relief went through Lana. It seems like justice triumphed after all. 
“But I would not relax completely if I were you. These people, Ernin and his parents, nothing good will come from them. Be careful.”
Lana nodded vigorously, making her breasts wobble. The motion caught Gunimar's sight:
“You know, all this investigation business got me so tired and worked up. Good thing I have a great helper right here. Will you lend me a helping hand?”
“Gladly,” Lana reached with her helping hand and squeezed his half-hard dick through his pants. 
Ten minutes later, with a belly full of another load of cum, Lana bid him farewell. The tavern was already closed by then, so the girls returned to their room to discuss the morning visit to the witch. 
When the teacups stood steaming on the deck, Hildi addressed her friend:
“I saw three clients go upstairs today to you. You will force me out of business like that, I only had one today.”
“Sorry, I did not…”
“Do not take it seriously, dummy. I have seen it lots of times – a new girl comes, she gets most of the clients, then the novelty wears off and it is all even again.” 
“You are so mean,” Lana pouted. She could not stay mad at Hildi for long though. 
The brunette broke the ice on the topic that was on both of their minds the whole day:
“So, what do you think to do with all this magic stuff?” 
Lana stared at her cup. She did not give much thought to it. The day was rather busy. 
“I think I should follow Gella’s advice and see a proper magician. I heard a bunch of stories from my mom, about curses and possession by spirits. Now, it is as if I am in one of them. I do not feel different from usual in any way, but ignoring this… seems extremely shortsighted to me.” 
“I agree. So what are we going to do?”
“We?” Lana’s eyes became teary, “I was so afraid to ask you to accompany me!”
Hildi took her hands in her own and stared intensely at her friend’s eyes:
“Lana, I will actually get offended next time you admit you thought that I am going to abandon you. We are in this together, end of discussion.” 
Lana caught her friend in a crushing embrace and did not let go until Hildi asked to let her breathe free again. 
Moments later Hildi procured a poorly drawn map of Skyrim from Svar and was tracing it with a finger: 
“I think our best bet is to go to either Solitude or Markarth. The Mages College is so far away, this should be our last option.”
“I am ashamed to admit, but I never left Dragon Bridge in my life,” Lana confessed. “My understanding of all eastern Skyrim is pretty vague, and I have no idea where the College is located.” 
Hildi picked up one of her make-up pencils and drew a rough circle around it. 
“If luck is on our side, we would not need to go there. Trek to Markarth is longer, and it goes through the plains controlled by Forsworn. We would need to wait for a big trading caravan to get there safely. And you know how the trade has been going recently.”
Lana nodded with a sad expression. To her, Forsworn always were more like monsters from child stories. Being a Nord, she had no illusions of how they will treat her. If they are to be caught, the life-long slavery would be the best possible outcome. 
“Solitude is closer, and the way is safer. But, if do not find what we are looking for, and we do not even know what it is, the path to the college will be hard. We would need to return to the Dragon Bridge, then go to Morthal, then Dawnstar, and then to the Winterhold.” 
Lana noticed that most places Hildi circled on the map were all to the north. 
“Would it be cold there?” 
“The town is called Winterhold. I bet it is rather cold,” Hildi answered and contemplatively stared at the map. After a minute of silence she exclaimed:
“I have a plan, not sure how good it is.” 
Lana watched her with wide eyes, looking a lot like a big puppy. 
“Hefnir, our favorite tea and anal-lube merchant, will return in several days. He will sell all his garbage here and go back to the Solitude to restock, as he did recently. I propose buying tickets in his cart, this will get us to the Solitude. If we are lucky, we will pay him with blowjobs and ass-fucking and not lose any money.” 
“I know the city, I lived there for years. We will rent a room in a tavern to live in and then go to the Blue Palace to see the court mage. It might be a paid service though, I have no idea since I never was there.” 
“Well I paid my debts to both Gella and Svar, so I will make some money to live there and maybe pay the mage. Your plan is pretty good, I think we should stick to it,” Lana exclaimed excitedly. 
“Even if we do not discover anything useful, we will grab the ride back with Hefnir. Also, I can show you the city,” Hildi added, smiling. “It is way livelier than this stale village.”
Satisfied with their planning, the girls carried on with their usual evening tea party, gossiping about clients, Svar, and whatever felt worth gossiping about. Since Lana moved in, evenings like this quickly became a routine thing for them. 
The next morning, after some lazy sweet kisses in the bed, the friends started to execute their plan. There wasn't much to execute, but Hildi still went on to buy travel clothes, bags, and some supplies. Until Hefnir is back, the best thing they could do was to earn as much money for their travel. 
And that is exactly what they did. Soon Lana started to notice certain patterns. For example, most clients just wanted their balls drained, but full-fuck was too pricey for them. So they ordered a blowjob, and Lana was more than happy to deliver free cum swallow as well. 
In the next week, a trend was established. People who wanted a quick nut went to her, so she can employ her skilled mouth and swallow her reward. The ones who actually wanted to fuck went to Hildi and got their wish granted. 
Although it was nice to have a continuous supply of tasty semen, Lana joked that she is a 'poor man option', while Hildi is getting all the real dick. 
“You have to stop swallowing for free, then the clients will stop ordering only blowjobs from you,” Hildi advised.
“No way I can live without it,” Lana admitted. Her complaints were not serious, she loved how men provided her with daily meals of cum. Her mouth salivated a bit just thinking about it. 
She got some dick too, even though not as much as Hildi. Lana started to recognize her customers, remember who likes getting their cock sucked, and who likes to stick it in her. Most of the customers seemed embarrassed for coming to her, so Lana did everything to calm them, creating an atmosphere as if they were in a long-time relationship. Which was not entirely false, she met most of them in the village in the past. Hildi taught her this trick, and Lana employed it to create a loyal client base. Even Hodin tried to “repair bridges”, treating her well. Lana did not trust him though. If he tried to take advantage of her once, he will probably do so again.  
All and all, her life was not that bad. The main drawback was that she was bored sometimes. Before, she was occupied by cooking, cleaning, laundry, and all other stuff. In the inn, cooking was Svar and his aunt's prerogative, cleaning was limited to her room, and now she had to launder only her clothes. She longed to go walking in the wood, breathing the fresh air. But Lana was mindful of Gunimar's warning and decided against walking alone in a place with no witnesses, while there were people in the village with a grudge agains her. 
She also missed her small garden, but there was no meaning in starting a new one if she intended to leave Dragon Bridge soon. 
Days went by, the next one similar to the previous one. Lana discovered she had difficult time tracking which day of the week it was, noticing the arrival of the weekend only by the increased number of visitors in the tavern. 
Eventually, the day has come. Hefnir's carriage rolled into the village. As usual, the trader went to the central square to offer his wares. The girls visited him, Lana gave him a suggestive smile full of promise, while Hildi bought a book. The redhead assumed that this is another poetry collection and looked forward to listening to her friend reading it. They did it several times, usually, by the end the girls got in either a horny or sentimental mood. 
On this day, Lana worked with anticipation of her rear getting more action soon. Anal orgasms from the last time felt strange but good in their distinct way. During their intimate sessions with each other, the girls stuck their fingers inside all available holes. Lana could not deny that having something up her butt feels nice, so the prospect of getting a fat dick in there was certainly appealing. 
She sucked three customers absentmindedly this day, already anticipating. Fortunately, by now she could have probably sucked a dick in her sleep without waking, purely by muscle memory. 
Hefnir showed up closer to the end of the day and conducted some business with Svar. The men unloaded a bunch of heavy sacks, so when Svar finally closed the tavern both of them were sweaty, red-faced, and flustered.
Lana watched them, feeling her pussy quiver. There was something weirdly appealing in watching men work, with their muscles bulging. Hildi joined her, and judging by how she bit her lips watching the show, she too was more than a little horny. 
Eventually, the work was done, and all four of them sat around a table, drinking light wine. Hefnir shared the latest gossip – the war with the Empire was still a stalemate, Solitude launched a new recruitment campaign to ensure the safety of the roads. It was expected that  Ulfric himself will visit the city in the next couple of months to see his beautiful wife. However, as the trader told with a half-shushed whisper, people were saying that Elisif still did not forgive him for burning her city five years ago and their marital bed was as cold as the snow slopes of the far north. 
Hildi brought up the sassiest rumors she heard that Elisif actually prefers women and has a harem of maids. Immediately she told another rumor that the Jarl-woman has an undead vampire lover who satisfies her by hours at the time thus no interest in Ulfric. 
Lana confronted her, noting that if Elisif loves women then she would not fall for a men's dick. Also, undead dicks are gross. Hildi retorted that Lana herself is in no position to make this argument since she had sex with men and Hildi herself. 
The atmosphere of the evening heated up with talks like these. Hefnir discovered that Lana ditched her fiance and was now free to fuck all night. After the second bottle the girls we sitting on men's laps, enjoying the passionate caress of the strong hands. Lana was the first to turn around and start making out with Hefnir, Hildi immediately followed her example with Svar.  
When she felt something poking at her from below, Lana was gently lifted from Hefnir's lap. He sat her on the chair, smiled teasingly, and promised to be right back. 
With a sad face, Lana watched her friend getting more action as Hildi discarded her corset and let her petite breasts be fondled and kissed. 
“Where the fuck did he go? In a moment like this?” Her nipples brushed the fabric of the bra uncomfortably. So Lana discarded half of her clothes, becoming nude waist-up. 
“I will not be outdone by Hildi. When this jerk returns, I will suck him off or maybe fuck him right here.” Meanwhile, Lana pinched her nipple and touched her mound through the skirt, contemplating if she should get completely naked. 
Hefnir got back, holding something. It turned out to be a jar full of green-ish lube, just as he promised weeks ago, and a small vial. Although Lana was glad to see the lube, right now she wanted some action for herself, so she jumped on him, almost toppling the trader, smashed her tits into his chest, and kissed him furiously. 
Kissing, they awkwardly stumbled back to the chair. Lana pushed Hefnir down to sit on it and got on her knees. She yanked his pants down so energetically that a knot formed around his ankles. Lana could not care less however as she finally had her eyes on her prize. Without wasting a moment she inhaled his dick and started to bob her head up and down, slathering the shaft with saliva. She changed angles, making his dick bulge her cheeks while slashing her tongue all over it furiously. Some of the salivae dropped on Lana's breasts, but she has not even noticed in the heat of the moment.
After a minute of messy blowjob, she heard her friend saying:
“You two look lovely and all, but how about we go upstairs and fuck on a bed instead of these lame chairs?” 
Lana took her face from the dick and saw Hildi and Svar, both completely naked. Svar wrapped his hand around the woman's shoulder and touched one of her tits while she idly played with his dick. 
“Am I the last to get naked?” Lana asked and dropped the rest of her clothes. She then took 
Hefnir's dick and guided him upstairs, - You heard her. I agree that the bed is much nicer to fuck on.
And so upstairs they went. The orgy continued shortly with Svar taking Hildi from behind. Lana's rear also got attention but in a different form. Hefnir bent her over and gently rubbed some of the green lube in her asshole. Lana squirmed, jokingly complaining how cold this stuff is but actually trying to get his fingers deeper in her butt. 
To prevent the lube from spilling outside she got on all fours on the bed and stuck her ass up, and then proceeded to suck Hefnir off. In the corner of her eye, Lana noticed that their friends already changed a couple of positions. Svar demonstrated great stamina by plowing Hildi for so long without cumming. 
So Lana sucked, listening to her friend's moans and feeling lube expanding her bowels. She took care to not go overzealous and make Hefnir cum prematurely with her mouth. She did put a lot of saliva on his shaft though, Lana figured one can never have too much lube. 
Eventually, she let his dick go and lay down on her tummy. Hefnir relocated around the bed and stared at her rear now. Lana heard the bed creaking under his weight. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, looking at the mess in the middle. 
Hefnir quickly went from staring to action. Without fingering or licking this time, he pushed his tip inside her rectum. It sunk in easily, with a fleshy sound. He made a couple of careful test thrusts, pushing a copious amount of lube out of Lana's ass. Each time his dick went deeper than before with little resistance, so soon Hefnir began fucking her forcefully. 
Lana meanwhile was having a great time. Delightful sensations of his big warm body pressed to her and his shaft spreading her insides sent her brain into a euphoric haze. She flexed her muscles to massage his dick, earning satisfying grunts. Apart from that, her only job was to lie prone and enjoy getting rammed in the butt. 
It felt like today his dick was reaching even deeper than before, each thrust sending jolts up her spine and down her legs. She closed her eyes and basked in the sensation of fullness like never before. 
“Just look at this ass jiggling,” suddenly Hildi's voice broke her nirvana. Lana opened her eyes and was surprised by the sight of both Hildi and Svar standing in front of her. Not just idly standing, her girlfriend's hand was pumping Svar's dick with speed. Svar stepped forward, bringing his manhood inches close to Lana's face. The redhead looked intently at the angry red tip and Hildi's thin fingers around the shaft. 
“He said he was close, so I arranged a treat for you. The white and sticky kind of treat,” the brunette said. Lana licked her lips as she watched the dick in front of her twitching. She whispered:
“Bring it closer, I want it all in my mouth.” 
Hildi guided the dick right to her friend stuck out tongue just in time for the first thick spurts to land in the waiting mouth. Lana tried to catch all of it, but since dicks tend to jerk randomly while cumming a good portion of the spunk landed on her lips, cheeks, and nose. 
Gently massaging the deflating cock, Hildi got on her knees and brought her face on the level with Lana's. Just to remind them that there is a man sodomizing her right now, especially forceful thrust from Hefnir sent drops of cum on Hildi's face. 
The redhead licked her lips, gathering some sweet syrup, and then yelped from surprise when her friend leaned closer and started to lick her face. The raspy feeling of a warm tongue on her skin was unexpectedly pleasant. Hildi gathered all remaining sperm and locked her lips with her friend, feeding it to Lana. 
Apparently, the sight of two women cum-kissing was too much for Hefnir, so he started cumming with the next push of his dick. Warmth flooded into Lana's asshole, coating her insides with gooey seed. Lana started to kiss her friend more sloppily, guessing that this sight might feed his lust. Hefnir dumped a surprisingly fat load, she was barely able to hold it inside when he finally finished.  
The exhausted man dropped on the bed close to Lana who was still making out furiously with Hildi. Svar sat on the chair nearby, still recovering. He addressed the girls:
“That was a great fuck. Hildi, you are perfect as always. And Lana, every day I bless my decision to hire you. You are a treasure.”
The redhead felt metaphorical warmth in her chest from these words. She also felt quite physical warmth leaking down her thigh. But at the moment she was too preoccupied battling tongues with her friend, so she just let it happen. 
The girls continued to make out. They sat on the bed for more comfort and mashed their torsos together. 
“Let’s give them a show,” the brunette whispered before latching her lips to Lana’s. The girls rotated in a way that gave the men a great view of them, their boobs touching, their faces right next to each other.
Time to time Hildi took her mouth slightly away from Lana’s to show their tongue twirling. One time she did some sucking movements to Lana’s tongue that were mighty similar to a blowjob from the redhead's perspective. Not that she minded, melting from the exquisite sensation. 
“Hey Svar. want to change partners?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Lana turned her head to see both men stroking themselves to hardness again. Moments later, a meaty tip of Svar’s dick appeared in front of her. She immediately swallowed it, falling short of deepthroating him from the first suck. After such a stimulation his manhood quickly turned rock-hard and Lana succeeded in taking him into her velvety gullet. 
In the corner of her eye, she noticed Hildi slobbering over Hefnir’s dick. The brunette either forgot or did not care that this cock recently was in her friend's ass. Lana concentrated on her own task at hand (in mouth technically), but the slurping and gagging sounds told her that Hildi put her oral talents to use. 
Having the dick sufficiently lubricated, Lana leaned back and spread her supple thighs invitingly. Svar quickly accepted the invitation by pushing his dick in her dripping hole. 
As she was pounded, Lana compared the size of dicks of both men. It felt like Svar was bigger, able to reach deeper. His dick was kissing the door to her womb right at this moment and she loved it. However, Hefnir’s manhood was thicker, spreading her rear passage, leaving it to gape open and leak after their vigorous ass-fucking. 
She locked her legs behind the man’s back to not let this wonderful dick go away. The ridge of the tip dragged along all her inner folds every time Svar pushed it inside. This feeling carried her away on a wave of blissful euphoria. Yet again, Lana regretted it was impossible to live the rest of her life in this sublime state. She tightened her inner muscles and gently pushed Svar deeper with her legs. 
The poor bed started to creak even louder as right next to them Hildi climbed on top of Hefnir and guided his shaft into her butthole. Lana spotted drops of the familiar lube color and wondered when did her friend manage to apply the lube. In any case, now she was riding him and taking it in her ass as deep as she could.
Lana admired her friend's cute frame and round ass-cheeks bouncing up and down. A month ago, Lana would never have thought it possible to be attracted to another woman, and now she was thinking about what she would do to Hildi when the men are out. 
Meanwhile, Svar picked up the pace. Just to tease him, Lana crossed her hands under her breasts and cupped them so her meaty mounds swayed up and down her chest, in rhythm with Svar’s forceful thrusts. 
He reached for her breasts and squeezed them. His thumbs quickly found her nipples, circling and gently pinching them. Wary of being overzealous with her nipples, he gently stimulated them, making her quiver in pleasure. 
Perhaps due to Lana’s tricks with her pussy muscles or the titsplay, but this time Svar was the one who came first. He warned Lana and almost immediately made a low groan and started to paint her insides white. 
As she felt his scalding seed in her innermost chamber, Lana pulled him even tighter with her legs to prevent even a drop of his precious juice from escaping her womb. She was right on the edge of an orgasm.
He pinched both her nipples at the same time and finally sent Lana into her own climax. Spurts of his thick seed hit her cervix, each hotter than the previous. Lana almost fainted, the only thing anchoring her to reality is acute jolts of pleasure when loads of Svar’s sperm hit her womb. 
As he emptied himself inside her he dropped right on Lana, panting heavily. The redhead was too exhausted to even protest against his weight on top of her. Fortunately, Lana’s thick build allowed her to endure this ordeal. 
“I am close to cumming…” Hefnir groaned nearby. They say that greed is a sin, but Lana could not help but thirst for even more sweet white honey. She summoned all her remaining strength and pushed Svar aside, then crawled towards the coupling pair. Hildi noticed her and teased:
“Look who just cannot get enough. You are lucky I am not cum-crazy as you,” the brunette repositioned her legs and stood up, releasing Hefnir’s dick out of her asshole with an audible pop sound. 
Just in time for Lana to get there and wrap her lips around the tip. She pumped her fist on the shaft and tickled the underside of the dick with the tip of her tongue. 
With almost a painful groan Hefnir started cumming. Lana gulped it all down, relishing the rich taste and texture of his cum. He came less since it was his second time today, but this allowed Lana to savor her treat without haste. 
Four naked bodies lay on the battered bed, breathing heavily. Eventually, they regained their bearings and engaged in a conversation:
“You know, Lana, for a moment I wanted to get it all inside and see if you would eat my ass for your favorite meal.”
“You can be so mean sometimes. I totally would though.”
“Damn. You, guys, missed a spectacular show,” Hildi addressed the men.
“Maybe we are yet to see it,” Hefnir smiled slyly and produced a small vial from before from a pocket of his discarded pants.
“I am pretty sure you both know what it is,” he said as he downed half of it and then passed the bottle to Svar. Lana had her suspicions that were quickly confirmed by his dick, which went from placid back to rock-hard in several heartbeats.
“Be careful with this stuff, I already had one man becoming comatose after it,” Lana warned.
“Typical rookie mistake. This will be out last go of the night, so we better make it count!”
“My poor bum will get sore,” Lana complained without real passion behind it. She decided to try a new position, so a minute later Lana was lying on her side, her meaty ass sticking slightly off the edge of the bed. Not without some adjustments, Hefnir managed to stick his dick inside and was now fucking her from a different angle.
Lana decided that the sensations were pretty similar, but with a nice twist of direction. Also, this position offered him an opportunity to stir his dick inside, stretching her hole more than before. The first time he did it Lana yelped but quickly learned to enjoy a sudden jolt of stimulation to her entire guts. 
This was nice while it lasted, but she was now in a mood for experiments. She pushed Hefnir to sit on the bed so his back is right against the bed’s board. Then Lana turned her back towards him and awkwardly maneuvered herself so she was sitting on his lap, and lowered her ass on his dick. She swayed her pelvis so she was literally impaling herself on his manhood. 
“Gods, Lana, I never tried it before. The view is beautiful, and it feels heavenly.”
She guessed that from his point of view it indeed looked splendid, her voluminous ass swallowing his dick, then letting it back, and swallowing again. This position was not that comfortable, really, but she decided to treat the cock that gave her so much sweet cream already. 
When he grabbed her ass-cheeks and started fuck her bum in an earnest, Lana almost made a sigh of relief, since she longer had to bounce on it by herself. So now she can relax and just sway her hips in a rhythm of thrusts. 
Casting a sight around, she noticed the second part of the lovers, Hildi riding Svar also in a reverse position. From today's observations, it appeared to Lana that her friend preferred to be on top of a man, using her weight to receive a dick as deep as possible. Lana was mildly jealous of Svar, for the fantastic view of Hildi’s tattooed back and cute ass-cheeks. 
Hefnir broke her line of thought with a fierce series of thrusts, which turned her legs into jelly. Looked like he still had some stamina, more than she anticipated. The rest time is over, then. 
She dragged herself from his shaft, got on all fours, and wiggled her ass seductively at the man, staying just outside of his reach. Hefnir caught her hint and in a moment started to rail her from behind.
His meaty crown scrapped the already over-stimulated walls of her bowels, so Lana quickly became a writhing mess, moaning from the delightful torture. He filled her so nicely as if his dick was molded to fit in her asshole. Or maybe she adapted to his shape? The next deep push forced these thoughts from her head, yet again sending Lana into the throes of pleasure. 
Suddenly, Hefnir pulled his dick out of her anus and started cumming on her ass. Scalding hot ropes of seed decorated Lana’s massive derriere, painting it with a pearly white pattern. She was mildly disappointed she did not get to cum the second time, but it felt nice anyway. As a sigh of appreciation of sorts. 
“Poor thing, no yummy butter for you this time? I might just share some,” Hildi teased her. The brunette was sitting with Svar’s dick in her hand, pumping her fist rapidly. When he started twitching, she quickly gulped the dick in her mouth and took the load right in.
With dreamy eyes, Lana watched as her friend approached her. Hildi went straight for the kiss, and Lana’s eyes went wide when she realized what exactly is pouring from Hildi’s mouth into her own. The redhead instantly formed an air-tight seal with her lips and sucked every drop of tender nut cream from Hildi’s mouth. It tasted even better mixed with her friend’s saliva. 
All four positioned themselves on the bed in various poses, now truly exhausted. Lana lay on her tummy, her eyes half-closed from the pleasant kind of tiredness, which comes after a job well done. Or good fucking. 
“Hey, Lana, your butt is glowing.”
“Very funny, Hildi.”
“She is right, though,” the male voice confirmed. Hefnir sat behind her, admiring the view.
The redhead lazily turned her head and noticed that the white glazing covering her butt was indeed suspiciously bright, considering the dim light in the room. It seemed to radiate the light of its own. 
“Maybe you have magic cum, Hefnir,” Hildi giggled.
“I am pretty sure I would have known by now. Yours is not the first but I came on, but this is the prettiest one.”
“You sly dog,” Lana answered. A dubious compliment to say the least.
While they were busy with banter, the glowing subsided. Lana traced a finger over her ass cheek, expecting to bump into a crust of dry cum, but surprisingly she found nothing. 
“How did it evaporate without a trace? Weird.” Her mind was hazy, and everyone else in the room was not much better. After they had a breather, the girls bid farewell to the men and used the messy bed for its intended purposes. After a moment both were asleep. 
Lana watched the purple haze swirl yet again. But this time it was different. With unbreakable resolve which comes only in dreams, she knew that today she is going to get to the center of it. She walked the familiar path with confidence, no misleading mist tricks this time. Without halting even for a minute, she headed right to the mist wall in the center of the village. 
The figure she saw the last time was still there. The mist did not make a pathway for her, Lana just stepped right inside the wall of swirls. The mist was dense around her, it felt more like walking on a seafloor, except she could breathe. There were no directions here, but Lana walked forward, knowing that she is on the right path. It occurred to her that in this place her desire, her drive to find the person behind the wall will guide her better than following any directions.
The mist ended as abruptly as it started. Now she was actually underwater. With a push of her legs, Lana swam upward, towards the light. 
It looked like she just submerged in a small lake. She was completely naked, but in the dream, this did not bother her in the slightest. Lana studied her surroundings, and the scenery was bizarre, to say the least. 
It was a huge cavern or cave with a ceiling visible above. But the light that made the ceiling, and everything around Lana, visible, came from the gigantic fungi growing everywhere around her. Even the walls were covered in glowing vines that looked somehow wrong, utterly different from the plants Lana used to see on her forest walks.
There were no roads, trails, or other sights that this place was ever visited by a human. Lana walked on the soft undergrowth that also looked somehow fungal, raising shimmering clouds of spores around. In the distance, she noticed something that looked like a pile of stones and decided to head there. There were no other landmarks around anyway. 
She had to admit there was some sort of unearthly beauty in this fungal forest. Lana was used to the sunlight always coming from above, so it looked highly unusual that the giant fungi illuminate each other, casing several shadows in different directions at the same time. 
A cat-sized multi-legged creature scurried away from her. Lana knew that it cannot hurt her in the dream, but its chitinous body still filled her with uneasiness. 
Finally, she broke out of the “forest” into something similar to a road. Or at least it was a road in the past. The stone she was stepping on was artificially cut and laid as a pattern. But there were wide cracks between stones with glowing vines growing in them, and in some places, the road was completely destroyed and replaced with fungi. 
Lana carefully stepped onto the road which led to the pile of stones she spotted earlier. As she got closer, she heard the sounds. It sounded alien in this realm – the clicking of metal on stone. 
As she approached the building Lana noticed light coming from it. The familiar, flickering light of a torch, which was different from the even, unblinking glow of the vegetation around her. 
Sure enough, inside the ruins she found the source of the sounds and light – a torch mounted on a stone and a human, carefully inspecting a wall. The person was circling the particular part of a wall, sometimes gently probing it with a small hammer or chisel. 
“Hey…” Lana uttered, getting no answer.
“Ummm, what is this place? Can you hear me?”
No reaction again. Apparently, she was only a spectator in this dream. Lana walked closer to study the person. 
It was a woman. It was hard to determine her age in the unsteady lighting of a torch, but she appeared to be in her mid-thirties maybe? Tall, with toned physique, fair hair gathered in a braid. Brown skin, perhaps redguard blood? It is not like Lana saw a lot of redguards in her life, only a couple of caravan guards with funny curved swords. The stranger had no such sword though. She was dressed lightly, with no armor, the only noticeable weapon being a dagger in sheaths on her waist. 
One click on the stone suddenly sounded different from before. The woman instantly perked up, fetched a book, and started to turn pages furiously. Not the first time in her life Lana wished she knew how to read, so she can understand what the book says. 
The dark-skinned woman retrieved a glowing gem, just like the ones that Gella used in her ritual with Lana some days before, and smacked it on the wall. The stone remained in place as if glued. Then she consulted with a book and proceed to do the same thing in more than two dozen of places on the wall, creating something similar to a constellation made of glowing gems. 
Lana sat on a stone and watched her work. Was she in this woman's memory? Was this vision somehow connected to her own magic condition? For now, Lana decided to continue watching in the hope this show will provide an insight into what was going on with her. 
The redguard woman meanwhile finished her work, stepped away from the wall, and started chanting something in a language Lana didn’t recognize. The gems on the wall started humming in a low tone. The wall cracked, deep slits in stone connected the gems, and then the stone exploded in the dust. 
The woman coughed, waved her hand, and the dust instantly was swept by a wave of air. 
“So the door has collapsed over time. It saves me time.”
For the first time, Lana heard her voice, a deep, chest kind of voice. The woman stepped into the opened passageway, Lana following her closely. On her way redhead noticed something resembling rusty door hinges where the stone wall used to be a minute ago. 
 The woman traced her fingers on the wall, and Lana followed her example. It felt like something was carved on it, like a bas-relief of sorts, but it was too smoothed by the time to recognize what it depicted. 
Eventually, they arrived in a round chamber with a huge stone chest in the middle. The remains of the lock were still lying on the floor near the chest, so opening it was not an issue. 
But lifting the heavy lid was indeed a huge issue. The dark-skinned woman put all her effort into it, flexing her impressive muscles to finally throw it open. There was a bunch of stone tablets covered in scribbles lying inside
“Sotha Sil, bless you for not keeping the notes on paper,” the woman said. “And curse you for your puzzles. Are these tables just another part of the text? Fuck!”
Lana did not recognize this name, and she started to get a bit bored. Very little of what she saw made sense to her, so she decided to study the room. 
In a corner, she noticed a pile of rusty metal that resembled a human figure. As she watched, the pile started to move. With an awful grinding sound, it stretched its arm toward the woman, who instantly recognized the danger. She waved her hands and created a protective sphere around herself, and just in time. A torrent of fire spewed from the arm, and the shield absorbed it all. In return, the cave explorer shot a lightning bolt from her hand, blasting the rusty remains to pieces. 
The sudden action sent Lana ducking for cover. The closest thing she found was the stone chest with tablets, she hid there and perked up only when the fight was over. The redguard woman turned away from the wreckage and stepped back to the chest.
Lana tried to make room for her, but her leg caught the chest lid, still lying on the floor. The redhead waved her hands to keep balance and her palm actually connected with the dark-skinned woman's arm.
The reaction was instant. The woman jumped away and yelled:
“Show yourself!”
She smashed her fist into the floor, invoking glowing runes underneath her. The other hand whipped out the nasty-looking knife from the sheath. Something about this knife was wrong, as if it was not just moving through space, but cutting the world's fabric.
Lana yelped and jumped away, scared. She was no longer so sure about her safety. Moreover, she noticed that woman’s skin now looked different. Hundreds of thin, thread-like white lines traced it now. It looked like a tattoo pattern, but Lana was absolutely sure these lines were not visible before. 
The woman stood in the center of the rune she created on the floor, glaring around the room. 
“LAAS YAH NIR,” she suddenly said in a low voice, totally different from how she sounded previously. Lana felt vertigo and vibration in her bones, feeling unlike anything she experienced before. She dropped to one knee to cope with her head spinning.
Meanwhile, the mysterious woman continued shooting angry glares around. A couple of times she looked directly at Lana but did notice her. Lana started to feel safe again, when the woman retrieved a small vial, filled with something white, and gulped it down. 
Her eyes instantly locked on Lana:
“You. Who are you?”
Lana screamed. The woman’s pupils turned into pinpricks of purple, piercing her soul. She lifted her knife and stepped towards Lana, the readhead stumbled back and hit the wall. 
With a gasp, Lana sat on the bed. The night was quiet. Their room smelled with recent sex. Near her, Hildi whispered something in her sleep and rolled on the bed. 
Lana’s heart trumped like never before. What was this? Most importantly, who was this woman? Will she look for Lana outside of the dream world? She felt chills on her spine. 
“I must get to a magician and seek help, this is starting to seriously freak me out.” Eventually, after restlessly rolling on the bed for hours, she drifted to sleep again. No forests of glowing fungi or murderous women chased her this time. 
 In the morning they discovered a pleasant surprise – the sacks that men unloaded yesterday were most of the Hefnir’s goods, he had a deal with Svar from the previous visit. So he was heading back to Solitude today, and the girls jumped on his cart.
Svar was nor happy to discover that his most profitable employees were leaving and tried to convince at least one of them to stay. Eventually he relented, after Hildi paid the rent for two months in advance. They left most of their stuff in the room, and it convinced Svar that they were planning to return, at least. 
Soon Lana sat on the swaying bench, looking at her home village as it vanished behind the cart. She spent all her life here. Yesterday she was still apprehensive about leaving Dragonbridge, but after the dream encounter all she wanted were answers. Somehow she doubted this was the last time she saw this tattooed woman, and it filled her with dread. 
Hildi sat near Hefnir, enjoying a conversation, so Lana was left to her ruminations. What was happening to her? What awaited them in Solitude? This woman from the dream was certainly up to something. Suddenly Lana felt like a dust bin in working gears, and she did not even know the scale of the mechanism. She decided to put her hopes in the future. At least she was surrounded by friends.
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 A note from the author: writing this was quite a journey. I have at least two more chapters in mind, where some of the familiar characters will re-appear. Stay tuned, I will probably split my next creative endeavors into parts. 
 
 
 
