Three months later…
"YEEEEESSS, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!" Serana screamed out loudly as two hung Redguard's continued to violate her ass, double stuffing the vampiric slut while well over thirty bandits looked on.
It had been three months since Greklas had convinced Serana to become his willing whore. Using the Dovakinn's house as a base from which to operate, it wasn't long before bandits from all across Skyrim came to join Greklas new gang. Now including more than thirty active members, Greklas's influence amongst the criminal underbelly of Skyrim had increased drastically in just a few short months. Greklas's bandit clan now even included several Khajiit, six Argonians and even a female dark elfish sorcerer.
Greklas chuckled with amusement as a half-drunk Khajiit struggled to stuff his bulbous, barbed prick into her soaking-wet cunt. "Aahhh…yeeesss…This one…HICUP…shall….HICUP…breed you and fill you…HICUP…with my potent…HICUP…seed!" he said as he struggled to talk.
Downing yet another bottle of Cyrodilic brandy, Greklas laughed along with the rest of the men as the drunk Khajiit failed time and time again to penetrate the vampiric pussy he so desperately craved to destroy.
Suddenly the door opened and two of Greklas's men stepped into the room while dragging a terrified-looking Nord along with them.
Looking at their fearless leader, one of the men spoke: "We caught this one outside, says he's a courier and that he has a message for you. You want us to take him out back to loosen his tongue a bit, find out who he really is?" The muscular dark-skinned bandit asked respectfully.
"Where is his letter?" Greklas asked in response as Serana continued to scream at the top of her lungs.
"What letter?" The dumb, muscular brute replied.
"He says he's a courier here to deliver a message to me. Did you check to see if he has a letter on him?" Greklas responded.
"Oh...um…no!" The bandit replied sheepishly.
"Really? You didn't even bother to check? Augh…" He replied in frustration as he face-palmed himself.
"Sorry boss…want me to check him for a letter now?" the stupid bandit asked in response.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS? Yes of course I want you to search him!" He roared in response, utterly dumbfounded that one person could be that stupid.
Realising the full extent of their stupidity, both bandits immediately began to pilfer the courier's pockets, frantically searching for the item in question.
"Found it!" The second bandit said as he handed the letter over to Greklas.
"Give it here!" Greklas snapped back as he snatched the letter from his hand. Using a steel dagger, Greklas opened the letter, reading it immediately:
Greklas,
I hope this letter finds you well. Word has reached me of your business endeavours. I am in need of a man with your particular skill set. I have a problem that I believe you can assist me with. Meet me in the Bee & Barb Inn in Riften as soon as you can if you are interested. If not, feel free to disregard this letter. If coin is an issue, rest assured that you shall be well compensated for this task.
Yours Sincerely,
Maven Blackbriar
After reading the letter, Greklas neatly folded the paper down the middle before stuffing it into his pocket.
Looking at his boss, the idiotic Redguard bandit spoke: "So...um…what do we do with him?"
"Let him go!" Greklas replied as he turned around, unbuckling his pants in the process. "Interesting proposal. If I play my cards right, I might be able to topple that dark-haired bitch and rule Riften in her place!" He thought to himself as he pulled down his pants, revealing his rock-hard erection.
Stroking his fat, black cock, Greklas aligned his big bitch-tamer with Serana's mouth. Without hesitation, Greklas pushed his thick prick forward, spearing her mouth. Groping her huge udders, Greklas began forcing the vampiric cumdumpster to deepthroat his fat cock.
Serana gargled incoherently as eagerly slobbered over her master's trouser snake. The vampiric princess bobbed violently up and down the length of his shaft, her lover's heavy nutsack pressing tightly against her chin. Serana fellated his cock like a madwoman, sloppily facefucking herself on his throbbing monster. Copious amounts of spit sloshed around inside her mouth creating thick salivary strands that hung from his cock. These lewd strands connected her cock-starved throat-pussy with his big-taming behemoth.
In the months since Serana became a bandit cumdump, she had become completely addicted to Greklas and his men, serving as a bottom bitch eager for any opportunity to get a cunt full of cock. After being affected by potent magical aphrodisiac potions and several bdsm-style punishment sessions, it wasn't long before the vampiric princess was reduced to a mindless cockwhore.
Serana had completely lost any semblance of her sanity. After the Dovakiin left for Solstheim to complete various quests at the behest of First Councillor Lleril Morvayn, Serana had grown extraordinarily spiteful against her him. Suffering from Abandoned wife syndrome, Serana began to grow attached to Greklas, practically seeing him as her new husband.
Greklas, on the other hand, seized upon the opportunity, warping her fears to his advantage. Spending months pounding her gaping snatch into total submission, Greklas eventually managed to create an unbreakable bond between himself and Serana. Subservient to his will, Greklas now knew she would never turn against him, making her a valuable asset, critical to his long-term goals.
Thinking back on the past few months, Greklas was suddenly jolted back to reality as began to stuff his testicles into her mouth, swallowing them both simultaneously. Looking down at his bitch-tamed fuckwhore, Greklas was amazed to see her take both his cock and his balls all the way inside her. Throwing his back as he moaned in appreciation of her unmatched skill, Greklas began to think of ways in which he could reward his loyal whore for her dedicated service.
"OH YES! Take it all down your throat you dirty fucking slut!" Greklas exclaimed as his pre-cum began to leak out of his cock, directly down her throat.
"You know what, you nasty fucking whore? I think its time I rewarded your fat ass for all the "hard work" you have done for me. Let it not be said that I'm not a generous master!" He declared half-jokingly as he grabbed a vial filled with a mysterious potion from a nearby hanging grey knapsack.
Pulling out of her salivating mouth, Greklas cock slapped Serana several times across her face just as his heavy nutsack plopped out from between her lips as well.
Removing the lid from the clear-white liquid contained within the vial, Greklas spoke: "Mouth open and eyes closed bitch! Swallow whatever I pour down your fucking throat!" Greklas said as he poured the substance into Serana's mouth.
Keeping her mouth open as wide as she could, Serana eagerly gulped down the contents of the vial, not caring about the contents in the slightest. Desiring to please her owners to the best of her ability, Serana showed her willingness to please by licking the corners of her mouth with her long, wet tongue.
Several dozen seconds passed before the contents of the potion began to visually affect her. Grasping at her throat, Serana reached out and swallowed Greklas's fat bitch-tamer in one go, balls-deep in the span of five seconds. Making lover to her cock as if her very life depended on it, Serana fell into a lust-filled rage.
"Oh…fuck yes!" Greklas exclaimed as Serana stimulated his cock with such intensity and speed that it bestowed upon him a desire to blow his load after mere minutes of passionate facefucking.
"I knew you'd like the potion. You're probably wondering what this potion can do, am I right? Well, its very simple. Vampires need blood to survive. This potion makes it so that you never have to drink blood to survive ever again. What's the catch you might think? Well, the catch is that you now need semen to survive instead of blood. This will make you a vampire semen!" Greklas said with amusement.
Serana did not even bother to so much as give a sideways glance as she continued to fellate her master's fat prick without a care in the world.
Moaning loudly, Greklas felt his own orgasm building in his nether regions. Feeling his own balls churning, Greklas began to reach his own limit. Reaching out, Greklas grabbed a firm hold over a clump of Serana's hair. Holding on tightly, Greklas began to blow his load, shooting thick ropes of wet, sticky cum directly down her throat and into her stomach. Thrusting his hips forward, Greklas began to brutally throat-slam her abused throat-cunt until every last drop of cum had been dumped inside her.
"TAKE IT, YOU FAT-UDDERED HARLOT!" He declared, screaming loudly.
Serana responded by uttering a faint gargling noise as she did her best to swallow every droplet of his potent cum.
Several minutes later, Greklas withdrew his cock from her mouth. Drenched in saliva and pre-cum, Greklas shoved it quickly between Serana's huge tits. Grabbing a firm hold of her gigantic knockers, Greklas squeezed her udders tightly while thrusting his cock forward at the same time.
Not wanting to hold back, Greklas energetically splattered yet another load across her huge tits after several minutes of voracious tit-fucking.
Serana opened her mouth as wide as possible, even lewdly sticking her long, wet tongue out of her mouth as she desperately attempted to catch any and all droplets of cum that she could.
While Greklas threw his head back as he gently stroked the last remaining ropes of cum out of his fat prick, Serana used prehensile ten-inch-long tongue to lick herself clean, swallowing every drop that she could find.
"Alright, hehe, put your clothes on and let's go, we're going to Riften!" Greklas declared as he pulled his pants back over his legs.
Lydia sat at a nearby table at the back of the room, watching the Redguard bandit throat-fucking her vampiric mistress. Since Lydia was sworn to protect the Dragonborn's family, she was bound to serve Serana in whatever way she required, even if that meant working to serve a criminal gang.
After watching Serana bring Greklas to several sticky, wet orgasms, Lydia began to feel aroused herself. Despite not taking a particular liking to Greklas, Lydia could not deny that he was a great lover and a fearless warrior. Absentmindedly Lydia began to slip her hand down her pants, flickering her clitoris in an anti-clockwise motion. Biting down on her lip to silence her own moans, Lydia felt flustered at the knowledge that she was masturbating in a crowded room and yet no one could see her. Little did she know how wrong she was. Just as her nipples began to harden, Lydia was suddenly interrupted by the Dragonborn, who had begun to notice her not-so-subtle behaviour.
"Lydia?" Greklas said out of the blue.
"WHAT…I….yes?" She stammered as she suddenly looked up to see that every single man in the room was now gazing directly at her.
"Well, since you liked what you were seeing before, maybe you could put on a show for us?" Greklas asked suggestively while wearing a sly smile on his face, even licking his lips in the process.
"I..I.." Lydia stuttered, unsure how to respond.
"Do it!" Serana suddenly called out from across the room in an attempt to please Greklas.
The entire room burst out laughing at Serana's remark, promoting Greklas to add: "Well you heard her, get on the table and take your clothes off!" Greklas said as his cock began to harden inside his pants once more.
Having no other choice, Lydia slowly rose to her feet before stripping out of her clothes, revealing her beautiful body.
"Here, put this on!" One of the orcish bandits said as he threw a skimpy dress in her direction that was three sizes too small.
Doing as she was told; Lydia pulled the skimpy waitress dress over her body. It fitted so tightly around her body that it left her breasts and pussy fully exposed as it was incapable of covering her. Blushing at wearing a frilled apron dress and nothing else, Lydia's humiliation began to increase until she was unable to stop herself from masturbating.
Climbing on top of the wooden table she had been sitting at, Lydia spread her legs as wide as possible
"Oh, by the Aedra, this is so embarrassing!" Lydia exclaimed loudly as she began to move her fingers in and out of her now wet pussy. Faster and harder, Lydia flickered her fingers inside herself until her clitoris began to fully engorge.
"While I would love to stay for the show, Serana and I have other business to attend to. Keep the men "entertained" while I'm gone. If everything goes well as I suspect it will, we'll become untouchable!" Greklas declared to his men as he headed out the door with Serana following closely behind him.
The moment Greklas left the room Lydia's breasts were groped from behind by one of the orcish bandits. Groping and kneading her tits, the orcish brute began to sport a massive boner between his legs.
Seizing the opportunity, the Dark elvish sorceress slipped out of her clothes before squatting down before Lydia's soaking, wet pussy. Opening her mouth, the Dunmer female began to eat Lydia's pussy, lapping her elvish tongue over her Nord cunt.
"OH BY THE AEDRA IN AETHERIUS!" Lydia moaned out as the rest of the gang quickly closed the distance between them, shedding their clothes in the process.
After setting out from the Dovakinn's home, Greklas took a carriage ride all the way to Riften with Serana in tow. Hiding from the scorching heat of the sun in a large chest in the back of the carriage, Serana was in for a bumpy ride.
Eventually after a few days of travelling, the duo arrived in Riften. Entering the gloomy city, Greklas immediately headed for the Bee and Barb. Since night had already fallen, Greklas was not concerned about Serana, forcing her along whether she liked it or not.
Immediately upon entering the Bee and Barb, Greklas was greeted by a friendly Argonian couple who offered him mead and a place to sleep for the night. "Paid for by Maven Blackbriar" was what the barkeep told Greklas. "Once you've had a meal, head upstairs, Maven will be waiting!" Not being one to turn down free mead, food and a warm bed, Greklas eagerly accepted, enjoying a hearty meal before heading upstairs to confront Maven Blackbriar.
Spotting her from a distance as a climbed the wooden staircase, Greklas introduced himself to the Raven-haired woman. "Maven Blackbriar?" Greklas asked as he approached her.
"Ah yes, I have been waiting for you. Well, you look strong enough, so I suppose I should be grateful!" Maven said in a stern tone of voice as she looked directly into Greklas's murderous eyes with the slightest whiff of fear or intimidation. "You must be Greklas. I have heard a lot of things about you. Before you say anything, let me just get straight to business. As you might know, after the Skyrim civil war ended and the Empire was thrown out of Skyrim, I was deprived ousted as Jarl of Riften by Laila Lawgiver. That fool Ulfric actually thought it a good idea to put that naïve harlot in charge. Well let me tell you something, I will not stand for it. My family has been running this town for well over six generations and I will not be so easily swept aside!" Maven declared in an impassionate speech, her voice filled with scorn and professionally contained anger.
"So…what do you want me to do?" Greklas asked, interrupted Maven's monologue.
"That's simple. I want you to seduce the Jarl. Get close to her. Then, when you're ready have her do something utterly depraved…Make it…public. It will hurt her reputation so badly, Ulfric will have no choice but to re-instate me as Jarl of Riften. Once my family has regained their rightful place in Riften, make Laila disappear. Kill her…take her as a slave, I don't care, as long as she's out of public view!" Maven said in a casual but stern tone of voice.
"Why not just have me kill her?" Greklas asked, scratching his head.
"Why do you think?" Maven snapped back. "If I have her killed, the first one Ulfric will suspect is me. We're not exactly on…good terms. Let me make this perfectly clear and I will only say this once. I am not a woman to be crossed, if anything other than exactly what I'm telling you happens to her then I will make it my personal goal in life to utterly destroy you, is that clear? If she dies before I am Jarl, you and your little friends will face the Headsman's axe before the Dawn breaks!" Maven said in a very direct manner.
"Fine. Don't worry, I'll do it!" Greklas replied in a casual tone.
"Good. I see you brought the Dragonborn's wife along with you. This is purely optional but if you wish to earn some extra gold, lend her to me. I have some…dignitaries I need to…entertain. You lend her out to me…and succeed in destroying Laila's reputation…not only shall you have more gold than you know what to do with, but I shall personally protect you from the long arm of the law, a friend of the family, so to speak!" Maven replied.
"Sounds good. Sure, why not? As long as I can have her back!" Greklas replied.
"Of course. How long do you need to get this done? I want it done as soon as possible!" Maven quickly retorted.
"A week, maybe less!" He replied.
"Good. Now leave, there's much work to be done.
Shaking Maven's hand, Greklas headed into an adjacent room. Closing the door behind him, Greklas listened at the door, secretly overhearing Maven's conversation with Serana. Growing bored after a few minutes, Greklas headed to bed. Falling down on the bed, Greklas soon fell into a dreamless sleep as he imagined himself bitch-taming the Jarl with his fat, black cock.
The next morning Greklas awoke to a loud commotion emanating from downstairs. Sitting up in his bed, Greklas groggily arose, scratching his head in the process. Clambering out of bed, the Redguard bandit boss made his way downstairs as he prepared himself for trouble.
Upon arriving downstairs, Greklas spotted the lifeless body of a thief lying face-first on the ground, no doubt killed in a scuffle after he attempted to pickpocket the various denizens of Riften's most popular Inn. "Amateur," Greklas scoffed as he headed out the door. "Making us bandits look bad with shoddy techniques like that!" he thought to himself as he stepped outside into the cold, Riften morning air.
Making his way through the streets, Greklas noticed varying merchants peddling their wares, some selling vegetables while others sold fish. Stepping over the legs of the numerous beggars that littered the streets, the Redguard bandit quickly made his way to Mistveil Keep.
Arriving at the front steps, Greklas was immediately halted by the Riften town guard that stood sentry at the doorway.
"Halt. What makes you think you can enter the keep? You look like a shady character. Get lost!" the guard said in a dismissive tone of voice.
Infuriated by the town guard's rude response, Greklas immediately wanted to embed his knife into his skull. Just as the temptation to knife the guard set in, Greklas calmed himself down, knowing that committing an act of murder would only break his deal with Maven, something which he could ill afford.
Walking away, Greklas realised that he needed a legitimate reason to enter the keep or else he would be sent away by the guards once again. "I'll have to sneak in at night…disguise myself as a guard…seduce her..!" Greklas thought to himself as walked away.
Rubbing his hands together with excitement, Greklas returned back to the Bee & Barb, waiting until nightfall to make his move.
Meanwhile…
Serana was led down a series of cold, dank passageways by Maven Blackbriar that ran underneath the city itself. Making their way through the narrow passageways of the Riften Ratway, Serana and Maven eventually came to a dimly lit room were a group of men awaited them.
"Now then, take of your clothes…you cheap Riften harlot!" Maven said in a condescending manner. Addressing the dozen or so men that had gathered downstairs, Maven continued. "A sultry, fat-assed vampire princess, as promised. Now, do we have a deal?" Maven asked in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
"A vampire princess to use and abuse as we see fit in exchange for support of the most influential families in Skyrim who will put pressure on Ulfric to make you the Jarl of Riften. We have ourselves a deal!" the mysterious nobleman replied as he extended his right hand.
Shaking his hand, Maven sealed the deal. Opening her mouth, Maven spoke: "I still don't understand why we had to meet here of all places. I have a lodge near the mountains-south West of here, we could have just met there instead.
"That place is guarded by mercenaries, no? Too many prying eyes for our liking!" one of the noblemen replied.
"I can assure you; those men would die before uttering a single word to anyone!" Maven quickly replied.
"Still, we'd rather not take any chances. The Ratway is one of the few places where no one would think to look for us. Wasn't there a member of that old organisation…the ones that used to protect the emperor…What were they called….
"The blades…"
"Yes, that's it, the Blades. The Thalmor were hunting them like a prized stag during a hunt. It took them decades to find him. If it takes that long for the Thalmor to find you then I'm pretty sure this is a much safer location.
"If you say so!" Maven said as she turned around and headed out the door accompanied by her very own cutthroat, Maul.
Doing as she was told, Serana slipped her dress from her buxom body, revealing her pale, naked body standing before the half a dozen men.
"On your knees whore!" one of the noblemen exclaimed as the men gathered around, forming a tight circle around her.
Doing as she was told, Serana immediately squatted down without uttering a single word in response.
"A well-trained whore now suck our cocks, one at a time!" a Dunmeri noblemen exclaimed as he and the rest of his friends pulled their pants down, revealing their huge, throbbing cocks.
Reaching out, Serana grabbed two thick, throbbing rock-hard Nord cocks while simultaneously wrapping her succulent lips around the Dunmeri's twelve-inch monstercock.
Bobbing her head up and down along the length of his fat shaft, Serana went wild with lust from the get-go. Taking the Dark elvish dick further down her cock-hungry throat-pussy, Serana almost swallowed his entire length in the span of five seconds, a feat which impressed all present in the room.
"You're a well-trained whore, aren't you?" The Dunmer nobleman exclaimed excitedly as he threw back his head and moaned.
Nodding her head in agreement, Serana began to increase the speed at which she was jerking the other noblemen off.
After a few minutes passed, all three men began to reach their limit. Climaxing, the three men unloaded their hot, potent semen from their fat cocks, spraying Serana even whiter than she already was.
Much to Serana's surprise, the three males were still rock-hard despite the intense orgasm they just experienced.
Focusing on the other three men in the room instead, Serana followed suit, jerking two cocks at the same time while face-fucking a third.
The others, on the other hand, were not patient individuals. Forcing her to rise to her feet, the three males forced Serana into a standing position. Bending her over, the three males forced Serana to continue to jerk and suck while they readied themselves to ass fuck her.
"Now keep sucking and jerking them off you vampiric slut!" the dark elvish nobleman ordered as he brought his hands down on her large, pale ass, spanking her red and raw. Pumping his cock with his right hand, the aggressive, dark-skinned male aligned his fat, dark-coloured monstercock with her now soaking wet-pussy. Giving her fat ass several more HARD slaps, he pushed his cock forward, spearing her with his dark meat.
Hovering over her body, the tallest of the group, a seven-feet tall Nord warrior (and the son of a Jarl) aligned his own gigantic ten-inch boner with her anus. Penetrating her asshole, the tall Nord warrior pushed his member passed her anal sphincter, causing Serana both much pain and pleasure.
Serana screamed like a bitch in heat as she fucked back against both the fat Dunmer dick and the throbbing Nord cock that were stretching out her vampiric orifices.
Meanwhile…
Greklas had spent almost the entire day shadowing one of the Riften city guards. After learning the guard's schedule, Greklas followed him back home. Once they were both inside, Greklas knocked the guard over the head, causing him to pass out. Once out cold, Greklas tied him up and stole his armour. Normally Greklas would have slit his throat without any hesitation on his part, however, Greklas figured that killing a city guardsman would not sit well with Maven. Not wanting to risk losing Maven's support, Greklas quickly left the helpless Nord behind.
Waiting until nightfall, Greklas used the cover of darkness to enter the castle. Even though he was wearing a helmet that concealed his face, Greklas wanted to avoid the possibility of one of the guards talking to him. Knowing that the guards would be drowsier at night (and therefore be less inclined towards holding conversations) Greklas successfully walked right into Mistveil Keep.
After entering the keep, Greklas made his way to the Jarl's personal quarters. Sneaking into Laila-law-giver's bedchambers, Greklas undid the bottom half of his clothing and waited for the Jarl to arrive.
Unbeknownst to Greklas, Laila had already retired to her chambers, changing her clothing in the next room.
Despite being in her mid-forties, Laila Law-Giver was yet unmarried. Years of ruling had left her with little time for marriage. Wanting the best for her people, the naïve Jarl wanting to devote all her time and energy on helping the people of Riften. Figuring that a husband would force her to devote time to him (and less to the people she aimed to protect), Laila had chosen to stay single. Unfortunately, Laila's virginal nature had left her desperately wanting for sexual intercourse.
Despite being able to hide her true feelings well, Laila was now nearing the end of her sexual prime. This period of her life only served to make her even more desperately horny than ever before. It had gotten so out of control that Laila had spent entire nights masturbating, fantasising of handsome warriors and brave adventurers with big, raging cocks.
Wandering absent-mindedly into her bedchambers, Laila received a terrible shock upon seeing what she assumed was one of her guardsmen sitting naked on the bed. Initially Laila was too stunned to speak, staring at the dark-skinned male with great intensity. Right before she wanted to speak, Laila spotted Greklas massive, raging black boner.
Swallowing a lump down her throat, Laila continued: "What…i-is…t-the m-meaning o-of t-this?" She stuttered, unable to take her eyes of Greklas's massive, raging black monstercock.
"Can't stop ogling my fat Redguard cock, can you?" Greklas said in a very forward manner.
"Wait…there aren't any Redguards in the Rift Guard. Who are you?" Laila said as she began to come to her sense.
"Who I am is not important. What is important that you haven't been fucked in decades, correct? In fact, I'm willing to bet you've never been fucked before in your life!" Greklas added as he rose from the bed.
Slowly making his way over to the Jarl of Riften, Greklas closed the distance between them quicker than a rabbit can hop. "Tell you what though…you're in luck….Take of your clothes, get on the bed and I will fuck you until you cum like a fucking geyser!" Greklas said in a very sexually aggressive manner while invading her personal space, his face mere inches away from her own.
Never before had anyone spoken so openly to Laila. Intimidated by his dominance and turned on by the sudden dirty language that Greklas was sporting, Laila could not help but obey his commands. Overwhelmed by decades of pent-up desires, Laila responded wordlessly by slipping her dress from her body, revealing her buxom, mature figure.
Possessing fair, unblemished skin, even at middle-age, long, flowing red hair, a full bosom and a large, round ass, Laila was an unmatched beauty for a woman of her age.
Despite wanting to protest Greklas's rude intrusion, Laila's lust overwhelmed her sense of reason, causing her to obey the hung stranger's request. Walking passed Greklas, Laila bent over on the bed as she awaited Greklas next move.
Making his move, Greklas followed in suit. Sitting down on the bed next to her, Greklas Raised his dominant, right hand. Bringing it down HARD against Laila's supple asscheeks, Greklas took the middle-aged ruler completely by surprise.
Meanwhile…
In the weeks since Greklas had left for Riften, Lydia, being the most attractive woman that the bandits had access to, was continuously passed from one man to another. Fucked stupid in countless gangbangs until she was left a cum-stained fuckwhore, Lydia had begun her descent into whoredom. Renamed from Lydia the Housecarl to Lydia the Housewhore, the dark-haired cock-slut soon became a complete sex-addict.
"Renounce your oath to the dragonborn and swear allegiance to Greklas when he returns!" Mazug said to Lydia as he pounded Lydia into the ground, pile-driver style.
"I…I…" Lydia stuttered in response as her mind began to break…
A little while later…
Lying on her side, Serana let out a loud yelp as the thug smacked her ass with his open palmed hand while he continued to ram his fat prick in and out of her anus.
Serana, meanwhile, continued to eagerly slobber over the fat prick that was throbbing before her very eyes.
"MHMM…GMHMYESSHMHMMM!" Serana moaned in a muffled tone as she voiced her pleasure as loudly as she could.
"Such an obedient bitch. I think we should reward her. After all, we've been fucking her for what, two hours by now?" The noble Nord warrior asked in a rhetorical manner as Serana suckled on his huge nutsack.
"Hahaha…yes…
"Bring in the beast!"
"Hahaha…" The other males replied, chuckling as they brought a massive, pale horse into the room, sporting a massive thirty-inch rock-hard boner.
"On your knees slut. Worship that horse-prick! Show us how dedicated you are to your….craft! Hahaha!" The highborn Dunmer proclaimed in a sadistic manner.
Doing as she was told, Serana climbed down on her hands and knees after the two noblemen pulled out of her orifices.
Crawling between the stallion's legs, Serana scrambled to her knees as she grabbed the immensely fat horsecock, sticking it between her huge tits. Opening her mouth wide, Serana traced her tongue around the creature's massive stallion hood, slobbering its cock-head in drool.
"What have I become!" Serana thought to herself as she debased herself in front of a cheering crowd of horny males.
Greklas turned the Jarl around, forcing her to lie on her back. Lifting her legs into the air, Greklas spread her legs as wide as possible. Tracing his long, wet tongue over her soaking wet labia as her feet rested on his shoulders, Greklas did his best to make the Jarl as wet as possibly could.
Just as the Jarl opened her mouth to speak, Greklas plopped his massive bitch-taming monstercock flatly on her stomach. Thicker than Laila's forearm, Greklas cock reached all the way to her succulent lips.
"I think you know what to do…my jarl!" Greklas said deviously as the tip of his throbbing, veiny black prick pressed against her lips.