Chapter 9 - Sira's Sexy Skyrim 08 – Joining the Dawnguard part 2

Sira's Sexy Skyrim 08 – Joining the Dawnguard part 2  

Although Sira the Dragonborn felt she had already 'earned' her way into the Dawnguard, she was told that decision was ultimately up to their leader, this Irsan person. Whoever he was, he was clearly a person of respect, though whoever mentioned him gave a certain edge to their voice when mentioning his name
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She had questioned the few members of the guard that were around the grounds, eager to gather all the information she could. Durak had even given her a crossbow of her own, Agmaer as well, so it was beginning to look like meeting Isran was just a formality. Still she was eager to finally see what she was getting herself into, and was now making her way up the walk-way to the fort proper.

Of course Agmaer the young Nord man was still following her. She had undoubtedly helped to boost his confidence earlier with their little romp, though the intimidation of finally meeting Isran was getting to him, so he had fallen in behind Sira, no doubt watching her ass sway. Not that she minded.

As they neared the main entrance Sira could hear loud shouting, even through the large armoured double doors. Pushing the doors open with a single thrust, the dragonborn warrior strode in. The entrance opened into a large circular room, complete with a balcony for the upper rooms. Standing in the centre of the room were two figures, clearly arguing, shouting loudly at each other. As Sira moved closer she saw that one man was a Vigil of Stendarr, recognisable by their distinct robes. The other was a powerfully built Redguard man in armour of the Dawnguard, no doubt this was Isran.

As she neared them she caught onto their argument, deciding it best to let them have it out, before introducing herself. Irsan was clearly frustrated, “Why are you here, Tolen? The Vigilants and I were finished with each other a long time ago.” Tolen looking more weary, was clearly just as frustrated, “You know why I'm here. The Vigilants are under attack everywhere. The vampires are much more dangerous then we believed.” Isran just scoffed at the man, “And now you want to come running to safety with the Dawnguard, is that it?” Tolen's face went so red with anger that Sira thought he might burst, bet then he slowly diffused, “The Hall of the Vigilants... everyone... they're all dead. You were right, we were wrong. Isn't that enough for you?” Isran reguarded him coldly, “Yes well... I never wanted any of this to happen. I tried to warn all of you... I am sorry, you know.”

Finally having enough of their bickering, Sira thought it best to finally introduce herself, stepping forward into the light, revealing herself. It seemed that Isran was no more courteous to other guest either, turning to face her, he spoke plainly, “Who are you. What do you want here?” Sira narrowed her eyes at him, “Well I did come to join the Dawnguard.” She gave a quick look around, the place looked dilapidated, and unused for some time, “By the looks of things, you could certainly use the help.” Isran eyed her up and down, “Hhmm, well you look like a capable sort. Perhaps you could be of assistance right away. I need someone to check out some cave that the Vigilants were poking around in. They seemed to think it was related to these recent vampire attacks.”

Isran finally broke from the dragonborn's gaze, turning to address Tolen once more, “Tolen tell her about, what was it, Dimhollow?” Tolen turned to face Sira, “Yes, that's it. Dimhollow Crypt. Brother Adnlveld was sure it held some long lost vampire artifact of some kind.” Ancient artifact? Now Sira was truly intrigued, and Isran was quick to follow, “That's good enough for me. Go see what the vampires were looking for in this Dimhollow Crypt. With any luck, they'll still be there.”

Sira simply nodded, then made for the door. Before she could take to steps though, Tolen spoke up, “I'll meet you at Dimhollow. It's the least I can do to avenge my fallen comrades.” Before he could say anything more Isran cut him off, “Tolen, I don't think that's a good idea. You Vigilants were never trained for...” Rising in tone again, Tolen lashed back at Isran, “I know what you think of us. You think we're soft, that we're cowards. You think our deaths proved our weakness.”

It wasn't long before the two men were arguing again, the dragonborn seemingly fading from notice. Sira considered just leaving, hell, she could probably go get the artifact from the crypt and return and they would still be arguing. As she moved to leave though, she was hit with an enticing idea. It would be a long, and most likely, boring hike to the crypt. Perhaps she could end this argument... her way, whilst having a little more fun.

Raising her voice over their shouting she began addressing them both, “Gentlemen! Please. I, myself, am somewhat of a diplomat. If you'll indulge me, I believe there is an easy way to see whether the vigilants are up to the task. A friendly wager if you will.” Both men looked at each other before turning back to the dragonborn, Tolen answering her, “Very well, what do you propose?” Sira strolled in closer to the two men, reaching out with her hands, rubbing their groins, “well I was thinking of a simple endurance test. I mean, that's if you aren't afraid.” Both men looked at her as if dumbstruck, then looking at each other for a few moments more. Then as if stuck by an arcane bolt they started unbuckling their belts with lightning speed.

Sira didn't waste any time either, dropping onto her knees, before removing her armoured gauntlets. Both men already had their cocks swinging free, and Sira wasted no time in grabbing two handfuls of hardening meat. Both men's members were impressive, but it was Tolen's that was the largest at roughly 9 inches, though Isran wasn't far behind at 8 inches and marginally thicker. Tolen took notice, and for the first time since Sira got here he said something light-hearted, chuckling at Isran, “Looks like I've got you beat old friend.” Not amused Isran growled at the man, “It not the weapon that counts, but the wielder. Something you vigilants obviously forgot.”

Both men glared at each other. The only thing that stopped Tolen from throwing a punch was the sudden wet warmth that engulfed his cock. The man let out a moan of pleasure at the sensation, looking down into the Nord warriors sultry eyes as she edged further down his length. Proving herself to be quite the mediator, she using all her diplomatic skills on this situation, bobbing her head from one cock to the next, increasing her pace on each rotation. Thick strands of saliva fell down her chin as the men began taking turns at face fucking her, with only short intermission between each cock to gulp down some air. She even tried to take the two at once, but could only get the tips in, so she resumed to juggling the two.

Sira worked the two rods for some time, both men giving it to her with unrelenting force. Her face was a mess, and her jaw was actually starting to get sore, as usually there was a period of respite when she moved things along. That, she thought, was not going to happen again, at least not today, as she had already been spit-roasted in a sexual competition just a short while earlier. No, oral service would have to suffice, so she set about ending the session with renewed purpose.

Soon after her efforts were rewarded. She had both men's dicks in each hand as she jacked them, pressing the tips together, as she ran her tongue over and between them. It was a skilful display, and ultimately, Tolen's tipping point. The vigilant grunted heavily, forcing Isran to step back, before he yelled, “I'm going to cum!”

Sira released her grip on Isran, before holding Tolen's throbbing member in front of her face, jacking it vigorously, ready to take a blast of cum. To her surprise though, the elder man grabbed the back of her head, shoving his cock down her throat, before climaxing in a sizeable blast. Sira let out a muffled squeal at the sudden action, as he had totally caught her off guard.

Pushing him off, before he was quite ready, Sira coughed up some some of the man's seed, spilling it onto the floor. “Yuck! Eewwhh! What the divines have you been eating!?” Sira couldn't quite put her finger on the taste, but it was not pleasant. It seemed to burn slightly, similar to Sanguine's cum to some extant, though no where near as sweet. She gazed up at the two men, her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out. Finally breaking free of his pleasure, Tolen looked down at her, more cautious then angry; “Strange, the seed of those blessed by Stendarr should only repulse those under daedric influence.”

Shit, she some times forgot she had werewolf essence mixed in with her her already potent dragonborn blood. She looked up at Isran, who had the same cold stare he always had, likely just as concerned as Tolen was. She then addressed them with equal seriousness, “Well I'm not a vampire, if that's what your insinuating. But I have had recent...interaction with a daedric prince, totally against my will mind you.” Both men looked at each other with concern, until Sira continued, “oh, um, plus I'm the dragonborn. I mean who knows what that could cause, heh, heh.”

As Sira smiled nervously, it was Isran who finally broke the awkward silence. “Hmmm, I believe you. Furthermore I think you have proved you self to this cause. You have also show that the Dawnguard alone have the strength to face this vampire threat, and I therefore nominate you to go and investigate Dimhollow.”

Tolen, unsurprisingly, was now angry again, “wait, what? This proves nothing!” Isran grabbed his still hard member, rubbing the length with his hand as he addressed Tolen, “Those were the terms of the wager, 'old friend', and I'm still standing.” Tolen looked back and forth between Sira and Isran in disbelief, “I never agreed to this!” Sira went to reply that he did...with some zeal, but Isran cut her off, “Hmm, I see you vigilants are still blind to the truth around you, still, after all these years.”

Tolen's fore-head looked as though it was going to explode, as he tensed up, clenching his fists up as if ready to strike again. “Fine” he stated, before glaring at the pair, “well I'm going to Dimhollow anyway. If I see you there, perhaps I can be of some assistance.” With that he buckled up his pants, then stormed out. Sira felt somewhat bad for the guy, he just wanted to do the right thing, perhaps she should go after him. She turned to ask Isran, “Maybe I shou-- mmmpphhff!

Irsan had obviously spoken his opinion, and was now eager to finish what he started, shoving his cock back down Sira's throat. He pulled he hair roughly as he held her head in place, fucking her throat far more roughly than before. Sira was totally unprepared for such an assault and was coughing and sputtering as he rammed his cock down her mouth. As her voice was muffled in protest, Isran decided to educate her on the situation, “Honestly, I don't believe you, and Tolen could be right, you could be a vampire. Lucky for you I have had much more experience with vampires, so we will soon find out.”

He punished her throat for a minute or so more, making tears stream down Sira's face, until finally he pulled out, letting Sira cough and gasp for air. The dawnguard leader wasn't done though, grabbing the still recovering dragonborn and shoving her face first into the stone floor. Before she could protest however, Isran ripped off her crotch-plate, tossing it aside. “Hey!” Sira yelled, but her protest was soon stifled by her own moan, as Isran moved her panties to one side before burying his thick meat straight into her cunt.

Although the penetration was largely unwanted, Isran's cock was extremely slick from his oral assault, and he was able to push himself in with relative ease until he was balls deep. Sira let out a long moan as Isran filled her insides, he was nice and thick, and as he began to move she resigned herself to his lead. And lead he did, squatting over her he rammed into her, reaming her against the cold stone floor with intense focus.

He drove into her like this with unrelenting pace, pumping his cock hard and deep, leaving Sira wide-eyed in shock at the man's strength and stamina. After a while Isran suddenly slowed and Sira thought that he had finally reached his limit, and readied herself to finish him off with her mouth. Much to her surprise though he wasn't finished, instead he began re-positioning her for another assault on her pussy.

Withdrawing from her cunt with an audible pop, Isran pushed her lower half onto the floor, then placed her legs together until she was lying flat and straight on the stone. With her legs together like this Sira could feel her ass-cheecks pushing upwards against her armour, an inviting view she guessed, to the gruff Dawnguard leader. She didn't have to wait long until she felt him re-enter her, though it did take several probing thrust to find her entrance, now tightened with her legs together.

Looming over her back, he placed his hands on the ground on either sides of her shoulders as he pushed into her. This enlisted a soft moan from Sira as he began to push her against the ground, her armour scuffing the floor as she was pushed slightly forward with each thrust.

It didn't take long until the unrelenting assault led to Sira's climax, she let out a primal moan of pleasure as her pussy gushed her juices in submission. In reaction Isran let out grunt that was more audible then those previous, though whether this was in acknowledgement or in announcement of his own building climax, she couldn't say.

Ultimately it didn't matter as after another minute or so Irsan's astonishing amount of stamina finally ran out. He pushed deep as he could inside of her, but surprisingly didn't blow his load, instead he held there for several moments not moving. Not quite sure what was happening Sira looked over her shoulder at him quizzickly, only to be greeted with one final thrust that made her yelp in surprise.

Amazingly this wasn't Isran's climax either, instead he was able to hold off his climax. Finally pulling out of the reluctant Sira, he stood grabbing his slick throbbing member before pumping it furiously with his hand. The sultry slut that she was Sira eagerly got to her knees, licking her lips in anticipation as she awaited his load.

The wait wasn't long as finally Isran unleashed his load with a string of furious grunts. His cum was thick with several large globes landing across her face and awaiting tongue. Isran shook the last few drops out before taking a step back to better view his handy work, “Hmm, you prove yourself quite capable, welcome to the Dawnguard.” Sira took a moment to taste and swallow the cum on her tongue before replying. Nowhere near as rancid as Tolen's Sira scooped up some more off her face, swallowing it as she looked up at the redguard warrior. “So just like that you know I'm not a vampire? What is your cum laced with a vampire toxin or something?” Isran stared hard at her for a moment before finally replying, “No. Vampires feel different.

”Not sure how to reply, all Sira could muster was an “uh-huh” before gathering her discarded armour pieces and making for the exit. Before she could reach the door it opened, with the young Agmaer stepping through, “I heard shouting and yelling, is this a bad ti-” The young man cut himself off as he saw Sira's cum covered face for the second time today. The dragonborn smiled as she continued to scoop up the remaining cum, “Oh, that was all nothing, just the inihiation ritual,”

Suddenly Isran's voice could be heard from the circular hall, “You there boy, stop skulking in the shadows and get over here.” Agmaer swallowed nervously before looking towards Sira, the nord female teasing him playfully as she licked up some more cum, “Mmm, yum, well l guess your up next, have fun.” And with that she set off for Dimhollow crypt.

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