Chapter 5 - Sira's Sexy Skyrim 04 – A night to remember Part 2

Sira's Sexy Skyrim 04 – A night to remember Part 2 

“Wake up!” Sira the mighty Nord Dragon-born had been defeated... by a hangover. She woke up and her head was absolutely spinning. She groaned as she went to move, she was lying on something hard, upon inspection it was a stone floor... and she was naked. “I said wake up you blasphemer!” Ow there was that noise again, “what the Talos?”, eeww her mouth tasted like a bad mixture of mead, vomit and the salty taste of... CUM! She was covered in it.

“Get up you filthy whore”. Sira finally looked up to see a hooded priestess looming over her, “wha-- blasphemer?” Dam did her head still hurt, but the priestess continued to open her noise hole. “Oh so you don't remember coming in here in some crazed lust fondling the statues, all the while blathering incoherently about marriage and a goat?”, Sira went to reply “but - “ but the priestess cut her off, “oh and did I mention this was all before you trashed the temple?

”Sira was at a loss she couldn't remember anything from last night, not even anything blurry, except Sam! She remembered Sam and something about a staff. “Look I'm sorry but I don't remember how I got here.” The priestess stared daggers back at her but then her frown slowly softened and then she sighed, “Well Dibella does teach us of love and compassion, and despite your actions, you look more like a victim then a degenerate.”

After that the priestess; Senna, allowed Sira to use her private quarters to clean herself up, then gave her a spare simple dress. “It may not be any help to you, but in your ramblings last night you did mention something about Rorikstead, It might be a good place to start recovering your steps.” Sira was taken aback by her charity, “Thank you Senna, once I reclaim what is owed to me I will return and make a sizeable donation to the temple.” Senna softly smiled she obviously didn't believe her, “please my dear do not promise things beyond your grasp, just promise me you'll hold Dibella in your heart and that is payment enough for me.” Sira felt the need to correct her and announce who she truly was but then as Senna walked away she thought better of it and just left.

It wasn't until she left the temple that she realised she was all the way in Markarth, “how the hell?” Well at least Rorikstead wasn't that far, maybe she would get some answers sooner rather then later. As she walked down the stone steps of Markarth she saw the towns folk all staring at her, pointing and whispering. Now she really felt like announcing herself, but then she saw two guardsmen coming towards her and she decided to flee. One yelled out 'Wait' to her but she wasn't prepared to listen, and by the time they reach the stables in pursuit she was already well on her way to Rorikstead.

Once she got there however she was getting much the same stares as she did in Markarth. As she walked on down the main road she thought perhaps she should just return to Whiterun, get her gear, maybe Lydia or some Companions and kick down some doors to get some answer. No she was a Nord warrior the dragon-born no less, the dovakiin she didn't need weapons or armour, she was a weapon and her spirit was stronger than any steel. She was nearing the edge of town and saw a farmer working in his field, time to be forceful. “Hey, hey you” the Redguard man looked up first with shock then anger on his face. “Hey me!? Hey you, were is my Gleda?”

“Your what?” The man was absolutely fuming now, “How could you not remember my Gleda!? you grabbed her last night and the two of you ran over that hill together, then you returned to tell me you sold her to Grok laughing in my face.” Sira was a gasp. “oh my god I took your wife and sold her to another man.” The farmer stared at her dumbfounded, “My wife? Another man? No you moron Gleda is my goat and Grok is the local giant.”

Sira let out a sigh of relief, she nearly thought she did something unforgivable, “oh look I'm really sorry. I'll buy you a new goat two even for the trouble, I just need you to tell me if a mention someone or something last night?” The farmer crossed his arms defiantly, “oh no Gleda is special and I aint telling you anything till you return her.” Now Sira was fuming, she thought about beating some answers out of him, but then she realise she had already done some questionable things last night and besides she did wrong this man. “Fine I'll go get your goat.” she turned to leave but he grabbed her by the arm, “from a giant with no weapons or armour? How do I know you won't just run off again, leaving me still out of pocket?” Sira stalwartly replied “I give you my word.” The farmer was not impressed, “pfft the word of a thief, no I'm gonna need something, a deposit, something I know you'll come back for.”

Sira turned out her threadbare pockets, this was all the priestess Senna gave her, “I don't have anything on me.” The farmer rubbed his chin in thought eyeing her up and down, despite her ratty dress she was the picture of the ideal woman, with her smouldering dark eyes and flowing golden locks to her firm ass and large perky breasts. “hmm perhaps there is a way you could give me your deposit in another manner.”

Sira simply rolled her eyes, she knew where this was going, and despite her initial internal objections she was still horny. Judging by the state she awoke in this morning she had no doubt she engaged in some form of sexual activity last night, but if she could remember it didn't count right? Besides she thought, I'll probably just have to blow him. “Fine” she then got down on her knees and started to pull down is pants.

Before long she was expertly sucking his cock, her head bobbing up and done his shaft while her tongue swirled around his sensitive head whenever she pulled back. After a while she felt his cock start to bulge slightly and she removed it from her mouth. Jacking it with one hand she looked up at the farmer seductively, “hmm, give me a taste.” The farmer then suddenly pulled her up and spun her around, pushing her up against the farms fence, “sorry but I'll only accept your deposit if you accept mine.” Sira again thought about protesting but as she felt him lift up her dress then enter her tight wet snatch with his saliva slick cock, all other thoughts left her mind.

“You slut-thief I knew you'd be wet, I'm gonna pound you like the dirty little goat you are.” Sira raised an eyebrow at that last bit, but if he kept up this ferocity she didn't care. He fucked her hard and fast for a few minutes, at least making her squeal when he used her hair like reins, however her early assumption that he was going to climax soon were correct. After a few more seconds he grunted a few times before going balls deep releasing a sizable load.

As he withdrew Sira stayed bent over so that the farmer could enjoy a view of his handiwork. As she felt some cum trickle out she heard the farmer talk, ”there now Gleda will know its safe to follow you.” As Sira righted her dress she rolled her eyes again, “Gee, thanks.”

With that out of the way Sira set off over a nearby hill in search of this stupid goat. Luckily it wasn't hard to find the animal, after being told she sold it to a giant she didn't have to look far to find the enormous creature plodding across the rolling hills.

Before she approached the creature she thought about how she was going to handle the situation. She had no qualms about slaying the creature, but without weapons and armour it was probably ill advised in her hangover state. That left her with magic and although she had an affinity for it; hell they made her head of the Winterhold collage, she rarely used it outside healing spells as she was a Nord warrior first and foremost. Sira also considered sneaking up, which would be easy enough, however she was sure Gleda would make a noise to alert her new master.

Screw it she thought, she had obviously bartered with the creature already perhaps she could do it again. Giants weren't the smartest of creatures alive, perhaps she could trick it as well. She walked down the hill from her vantage point towards the giant, not sure how to approach him Sira decided to be friendly, “Grok!” The giant turned to face her, but what he did next was totally unexpected, he bounced up and down a couple of times in excitement before charging at Sira. The Nord woman held her ground but didn't expect to be greeted with a giant hug as Grok lifted her off the ground in a bone crushing embrace that would surely kill someone of lesser strength.

When he put Sira down the dragon-born wasn't sure how to act, “Um, hey Grok, hows it going buddy?” Grok let out a string of different grunts in response. “Um, good, good.” There was a bit of an awkward pause, “um, listen Grok, buddy, I'm going to need to take Gleda back.” Not sure if he could understand her she walked over to Gleda and picked her up, then pointed back in the direction of the farm before taking a couple of small steps as well. This didn't seem to please Grok at all as he stepped around to block her path, banging the ground with his club for good measure.

Met with aggression her first response as a warrior was to meet it with her own. Chucking the goat to the ground she went to use her thu'um of unrelenting force, but what came out was little more than a breeze, doing little more then ruffling Grok's loincloth. Something must be draining or interrupting her power, her head still pounded so perhaps something she drank last night was mixing up her thought processes.

Not sure what to do now Sira simply smiled, “Grok buddy, look I ll come back and pay you, trust me.” Grok paused for a second, seemingly confused. Suddenly Gleda came up to Sira, sticking its nose up under her dress, first sniffing then licking her pussy. Although unwanted, the attention did feel good, the goats course tongue was quite stimulating. Remembering she was in someone else's company however, even if they were a giant, she quickly shooed the goat away and righted her dress.

Sira looked up at Grok and smiled nervously, as she lowered her eyes she became even more nervous, her weak thu'um blast had knocked Grok's massive cock free of his loincloth and her little expose' with the goat was making it harden.

Stimulated by the goat and looking at the sheer size of Grok's member Sira thought what the hell maybe I can use sex as payment again. She lifted up her dress again, taking a finger and dipping it into her moist snatch, upon removal it was covered in a mixture of her own juices and the farmers cum. She brought it up to her mouth giving it a taste, then sucking on her finger while she looked up at Grok seductively, “Mmmm you like that Grok?” Grok answered by stepping in closer and rubbing Sira's delicate face with a massive finger.

His member now at full attention, a massive 14 inches or so, Sira started jacking him with both hands. Her grasp was just barely encircling his girth, such was his size. This stimulation seemed to spur Grok into action, as he took one of his large fingers and started probing her pussy with it. As he entered her in earnest Sira let out a soft moan, to which Grok responded by pumping it in and out, picking up the pace as her went. Soon Sira was absolutely soaking wet, so Grok removed his finger, bringing it up to nose and sniffing it. Something obviously didn't please him, probably the smell of the farmers cum, so he sent his finger back down to her nether regions. This time however he started probing her tight little ass hole, the unexpected penetration made Sira jump in shock, “Grok honey, I appreciate the attention, but I'm a little small around there don't ya think?”

At this point however Grok wasn't taking no for an answer. He picked Sira up in his large arms carried her over to some nearby rocks, lying her stomach down with her legs hanging clear. He then proceeded to finger bang her with his already lubed finger, occasionally sticking it back in her soaked pussy for added lubrication, before sending it back to her ass. After a while it was feeling really good, with Sira moaning loudly with ever more frequency.

Grok must have again taken her moaning as a sign to proceed, as he removed his finger from her ass and started lining up his huge member. Sira looked back over her shoulder to see Grok drooling saliva over his member for added lubrication before he started probing her tight hole with the tip of his cock. Sira was torn, she just wanted to keep feeling good but was pretty sure this was going to hurt.

As she bit down on her lower lip in anticipation she felt the first inch or so get pushed into her, it was so THICK! Sira howled out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, so loud that they not doubt heard her back in Rorkistead. Grok continued to slowly push into her, Sira again bit down on her lip enduring the pain, at one point she thought she would be split apart. Suddenly he stopped, having got about eight inches or so buried up her ass, then slowly he withdrew until he was almost all the way out.

Sira found the sensation extremely odd, having been filled so completely, though she didn't have to wait long before Grok shoved it back in making her scream. Grok continued with these long slow strokes until Sira got accustomed to the feeling of his girth. Then after three more strokes pushing deep as he could, he started fucking Sira's ass with all his strength. Sira howled even louder this time as Grok's huge cock hammered in and out of her at tremendous pace.

Sira grabbed onto the rock she was lying on and settled in for the ride of her life. Grok pounded her hard for ten minutes or so with Sira yelling and moaning all the while like a wild beast. The dragon-borns stamina was legendary but it wasn't long after the ten minute mark before Sira climaxed in a wild orgasm, her body shuddering all over as waves of pleasure radiated through her body.

Grok took this as a sign to change things up, picking Sira up and turning around with his cock still buried in her, he then sat down on the same rock Sira was lying on. Sira then proceeded to ride him reverse cowgirl style, grinding on his pole for a minute or so, before she leaned back placing her hands on his abdomen behind her. Grok then took control, as he proceeded to pump into her like this for some time, occasionally pulling on her hair till she arched her back or pinching her nipples through her dress till she squealed.

After a while of continued fucking, Gleda which Sira and probably Grok as well had totally forgot about, came trotting over to the rutting couple. Just as it did before it sniffed Sira's wet cunt before licking it. Sira should have been disgusted but she was lost in lust and it did feel dam good. Upon seeing the scene unfolding, Grok let out a deep chuckle at Sira and her new lover as he continued to pump into her.

Gleda lapped Sira up with an increasing pace, which was fine with the Nord woman as it was fast tracking her to an intense orgasm. As she was building she noticed that Grok's own moans were becoming more laboured in sound, and that either one of them would probably send the other over the edge.

Sira didn't have to wonder long as to who would be first, as soon Grok's member began to throb inside her. Grok pounded her a few more times before pushing his member as deep as he could inside her before unleashing an absolute torrent of cum. Just as Sira had predicted the sensation of warm cum pouring deep inside her was enough to bring on her own climax. Gleda's licking only added to intensify the experience and as she came she actually squirted her juices out her pussy, covering the goat in her lustful scent.

Grok still enjoying his own climax held Sira atop his member for a good minute or so. When he eventually stood up and pushed her off his cock, he was still spurting small strands of cum out of it. He shoved his cock at Sira's face, who was now on her knees still coming down from her intense orgasm, as the last few spurts came out landing on her face and in her hair. He held it there occasionally pushing it against her lips until Sira came out of her orgasmic stupor and started paying it some attention. It was coated in his cum and he obviously wanted it cleaned.

As she knelt there licking along Grok's length Sira felt something wet and warm touch her leg. She looked down and saw she was basically kneeling in a pool of cum that was slowly expanding. She could feel the giants warm seed flowing out her ass and down her thighs, but such was the sheer gaping size of her ass that Grok had given her that she didn't realise the amount that was coming out.

Knowing there was not much she could do about it now she turned her attention back to Grok's cock, licking up the cum that coated it before swallowing the salty seed. As she continued to clean his member, it slowly softened, still holding a large length and girth, though far less intimidating. When Sira had nearly cleaned the entire member Grok pulled away, returning to the flat rock he was sitting on before, where he simply lied down and fell asleep.

Sira just knelt there for a while as cum continue to seep out of her. After a while the flow slowed to a trickle and she decided that she had wasted enough time. Getting up she cleaned herself up as much as she could before deciding to head back to Rorkistead. Luckily Gleda the goat hadn't strayed far at all, and was eager to follow her, saving her the trouble of chasing or carrying the animal.

She brought it back to the redguard farmer who was more than overjoyed to see his goat again. Even after everything Sira had done with it, she thought his display of affection was more than a little creepy. Eventually she had to clear her throat loudly to get the farmer to pay attention to her. “I believe you have some information for we.” He looked her up and down judgementally, “hmmff, had to wait a while before you could grab her huh? Well if that giant comes looking for Gleda there will be hell to pay.”

Sira had definitely had enough. After all she had gone through to get this stupid animal and now he was going to threaten her! One of her hands lashed out like lightning grabbing his throat in a vice like grip, “listen you wretch, I played your little game and if you ask me you got far more than you deserved, so unless you want me to feed you to that giant I suggest you tell me want I want to know.” Sira released him and he fell on his arse. Rubbing his throat with his hands he looked up at the Nord woman with both shock and fear in his eyes. “Ok, ok. Look you weren't making much sense at all last night, you said something about paying back Ysolda in Whiterun or something.”Sira started down at him coldly, “Nothing about Sam or a staff?” The farmer was genuinely scared now, “No, no, nothing else I swear.”

Satisfied she got all she was going to get out of him Sira left, leaving him with his goat in the dirt, and headed down the road towards Whiterun. She knew Ysolda well enough so hopefully she could finally get some straight answers. As although some aspects of this trip had been fun so far, she hated being used or being played the fool. No, there was more to this then her own drunkenness and when she discovered what was going on and who was behind it heads would roll. Literally.

Epilougue: As Ennis the redguard farmer sat still in shock as Sira walked down the road, he thought to himself that she had to be the strangest most mysterious woman her had ever met. She even walked awkwardly... 

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