Chapter 4 - Sira's Sexy Skyrim 03 – A night to remember Part 1

Sira's Sexy Skyrim 03 – A night to remember Part 1 

Having collected their fill of loot from the cave Sira eventually made her way to Whiterun. Her Imperial mage companion Illia however travelled north a short ways out of town to Sira's land holding of Heljarchen Hall, of which she was steward, though it was mostly her home and a place for Sira to crash when she needed to.

Illia had expressed that she had enough adventuring for the time being and Sira had no objections to letting her return home, the Nord warrior understood that her mage companion didn't posses the resilience nor stamina that she did, and after their romp in the cave she didn't begrudge the imperial for wanting to call it a day.

Sira on the other hand was the Dragonborn!, and adventure still awaited her in the vast land of Skyrim. However amongst her repertoire of killing, adventuring and fucking there was also drinking! And that was exactly how she wanted to unwind after her ordeal in the caves.

After entering Whiterun she quickly visited Lydia in her breeze-home, changing into her tavern clothes, before heading out to sell her loot. She then took a moment to check in at Jorrvaskr to make sure everything was in order and her wards were all fine, though she mainly wanted to see her close friend Aela, but it turned out the huntress was out on a mission.

Not overly upset by the news Sira and some of the other companions headed to Whiteruns main gathering place The Bannered Mare Inn for some mead. After several hours of drinking games and dancing Sira truly was the life of the party, apart from a redguard woman who would always stare daggers at her, the only problem was the bard. He seriously only knew two songs max and his endless repetition was starting to kill her buzz.

Drunkenly approaching the bard she decided she was going to put him in his place, “he-ay, hey yoush, singa boy.” The bard looked up at her, she was clearly a beautiful and intimidating figure. “Um, you talking to me?” Sira leaned in close jabbing him in the chest with a finger, “yerr yoo goldilocks, wats ya rame goldilocks”, “Um, uh Mikael.” Sira snorted, “wash kinduh stoopid name ish-- weights thuh saim Michelle at's been gothering Carlotta!?” Mikael suddenly became defensive; “hey! I'm not bothering Carlotta, I'm just courting her. If anybody is bothering someone it's you bothering me, now if you'll excuse me.” Mikael moved to distance himself from Sira but she grabbed him by the collar. “aye buddy ew gotsta eave er along.” Mikael just stared at her plainly, “and why would I want to do that?”

Sira was taken back by his cold response, her alcohol fogged brain hadn't thought this far ahead into the confrontation. Her next thought was to punch this puny peacock, but then her mind came to a more enticing idea. She sexily bit her lower lip then grabbed him by the belt, “ee-cause i'm ore fun.” She then pulled him slightly out of sight into one of the conjoining rooms before shoving her hand down his pants and grabbing his meaty cock. It quickly started to harden after she pumped it a few times making him moan softly. Sira then got down on her knees and pulled his pants down letting his six inch cock spring free.

She continued to stroke his cock while she looked up at him with large dark sultry eyes, “seas innit ish betta”. She then stuck the tip in her mouth and started to swirl her tongue around it. The only response Mikael could give was a moan, as he then placed a hand on the back of her head, pushing her onto more of his length.

After deep-throating the alpha falmers huge member, Sira was more then confident that she could easily take Mikaels. She allowed him to push her along until he was just about balls deep, she then held there for a few seconds to let him enjoy the feeling before she started bobbing back and forth. Mikael let out an even louder moan this time, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure. Sira didn't think anybody heard him and honestly she didn't care, what little inhibitions she had were completely thrown out the window when alcohol was involved.

She continued to bob up and down on his length for a couple minutes picking up her pace as she went. It was more than the bard could handle and he soon reached his limit. Sira could feel his cock start to throb and took his entire length into her pretty mouth. She let him fire a few ropes of cum down her throat before she pulled herself of his spasaming member and stuck out her tongue for a taste, jacking him with her hand for good measure.

Most of the remaining cum landed on her tongue with a few drops around her crimson lips. She held her tongue out until he looked down at her, at which point she swallowed, then showed his cock back in her mouth sucking it clean. As she released him he simply slumped into a near bye chair. Sira then got up and wiped the remaining cum of her lips before eating it, she the suddenly lent in real close to whisper in Mikael's ear. “leesh Cal-ottah along and nesh time ill be betta.” Mikael still in a blissful haze replied; “how could anything be better then that?”

Without answering Sira turn around and bent over, lifting up her fine dress to reveal a perfectly round ass. Her pussy was nearly soaking wet and skimpy panties were visibly soaked. Just staring at her nether regions Mikael was practically hypnotised. Sira the send a finger down, rubbing her pussy through her panties before it worked its way past them and into her tight cunt. When she removed it it was a totally covered in juices, to which she took to her mouth with a wink, before re-settling her dress and stumbling out of the room, leaving Mikael with a hardening cock.

As she stumbled into the main room she lost her balance and fell, tripping over a long bench near the fire pit. She landed face first on the floor just short of the fire with her ass in the air. The swift forward motion had also pushed her dress upward, so as she landed her bare ass and soaking wet panties where on show for the whole in. Embarressed she quickly gathered herself and headed for the door, she was pretty drunk after all, and horny. She didn't want to waste herself on Mikael though, and she doubted he could even satisfy her. Sinmir and the other Nords populating the inn where no doubt enticed by her display, though she doubted Hulda would permit anything even in her rooms. Perhaps she should return to Jorrvaskr...

As she neared the door however she was greeted by a mysterious dark robed figure. She had never seen him in the Bannered Mare before let alone Whiterun. Where ever he was from there was something... different about him that Sira couldn't quite put her finger on, however he seemed friendly enough. “Hey there, the names Sam, Sam Guevenne. I've been watching you, you look like a person who knows how to have a good time. Care to join me in a drinking game, if you win i'll even give you a special staff."

Sira was a bit suspicious, but hell she was already too drunk to care, and what were a few more drinks anyway. Sam passed her one of the two mugs he was holding, “here, its a special blend.” Both of them took a drink, wow, to Sira it tasted amazing, like no mead or wine she had had before. When he offered her another she drank it immediately, and then another. Sam simply stared at her, “well you got me beat, fair is fair the staff is yours.” Sira when to reply and suddenly everything went black.

TO BE CONTINUED... 