At first they caught a faint smell of smoke, and then saw a fire in the night mist. Dovakin grinned predatoryly and exchanged glances with Lydia - she understood everything without question. You need to be very careless to dare to kindle an open fire in this area, filled with bandits, wild beasts and all sorts of creatures. Very careless and self-assured. Apparently, the owner of the fire considers himself completely safe.

Dovakin and Lydia crept silently, not jingling a single joint of their armor. They settled behind a large stone at a low altitude, offering a wonderful view of the camp ... Altmer!

Three high elf freely settled on the ground, something quietly discussing and, it seems, eating a meal. Meat was roasting on the fire, and the tallest and the main elf seemed to be drinking from a flask.

“Altmer,” hissed Lydia. Yes, the Altmer, the worst enemies of all people because of the Great War and the Nords in particular, and Lydia, anyway, was a man, and besides, a Nord. Like Dovakin. So neither of them had the slightest doubt about what they would do.

- How are we going to take them, my dance? The girl whispered softly, pulling the sword out of its sheath so as not to creak.

- Come on the right side and break into their camp. They are distracted by you, and here I will attack from the other side. Begin through a hundred heartbeats.

Lydia nodded. Dovakin glanced at her for a second, and then slid silently away. The girl regularly waited for the allotted time, and then, typing more air in the chest, jumped out from behind her cover and in two jumps she was right in front of the three amazed elves. Not allowing them to come to their senses, Khuskarl issued a belligerent cry and with a blow of her sword left a deep wound on the face of one of the enemies. Immediately, she felt her body piercing a discharge of electricity released from the hands of the main elf, that is, as she managed to see, elves. The pain forced to bend and miss the blow, which the armor, fortunately, softened. But the effect of surprise was lost, the altmersha and the second elf in their fussy copper shade armor already came to their senses and went into battle.

However, some more entered the fray, and Lydia sighed with relief. The enemy in an armor arched up and shouted, and then crashed down on his knees and on his stomach, facing the ground - an ally hit him in the back. Elfka in her mantle received a fist in the head and flew off, it seems, having lost orientation for some time.

“These are talmor justice specialists,” Dovakin said with a distinct hatred when he had a little breath. - Make sure we do not worship Talos. Well, well, dosledilis.

The elf knocked off her feet groaned and stirred, and the warrior was right there next. He turned the prisoner onto her belly, with force, roughly twisted her arms behind her back and pulled off with a leather belt tightly.

“Lydia, what do you think about having some fun?”

- I have nothing against, my dance.

Dovakin smiled rather.

“Then search the corpses first and put all the valuables in a pile.” You don’t extinguish the fire - they have prepared something tasty there, and it will be dawn soon.

While houskarl was engaged in collecting trophies, Dovakin patted a stunned elfka on the cheeks.

After a moment, her gaze focused and immediately became fierce.

“How dare you, you miserable people, attack the authorized Talmore justice specialist?” Do you even know what will be done to you after this?

- As always, such arrogance and desire to push out their superiority over others. How many times have I heard this from people like you, ”answered Dovakin, and suddenly he slapped the captive in the face. - How did it bother me that all sorts of elf fagots and whores like you writhe it is not clear that they are insulting everyone around, walking with shown arrogance. You have always annoyed me - and one must, what luck, take an Altmer prisoner, even almost unbeaten. Well, yes it is not for long.

“You, poor North, set me free, and I will show you who the whore is and whore!” - the captive was enraged, but Dovakin hit her again.The light green skin darkened at the point of impact.

“Shut up,” said Dovakin, even somehow kindly. - You will get today. And how you will behave depends on whether you stay alive. So I advise you not to tease us too much.

Altmerka only flashed her eyes.

- Lydia, are you finished?

- Yes, my dance.

- Then come here and undress this Altmer slut. Soon we will see how from a noble, noble and proud woman she will turn into a humble humble animal.

Nord himself sat down on a stone and took a fat piece of meat from the spit. Burning and hissing, Dovakin gladly dug his teeth into the meat, watching his hozkarl go up to the captive and kicked her in the stomach. Then the girl took out a knife and jerked cut Talmer's robe. In the light of the fire, two rather beautiful full greenish breasts appeared. Chlamydah fully succumbed to the knife, and now on Altmerke was only a loincloth, but after a second she disappeared. But the nights in Skyrim are cold, Dovakin thought with pleasure.

Altmer's greenish skin was smooth and young-looking, the pubis was clean-shaven, the labia-maid hid between his tight thighs.

“Spread your legs, you slut,” Lydia ordered, and there was more hatred in her voice than Khajiit in Elsweyr.

Altmerka only looked up at her with a look of contempt.

Then Khuskarl, not hiding pleasure, with a flourish kicked the captive in the head. Then she crouched, took her by the chest and squeezed hard, feeling the hot flesh suffering in a clenched fist. Altmerka was silent and did not spread her legs, although her lips became tightly compressed, and an involuntary teardrop appeared in the corner of her eye.

Lydia sat down right in the armor of altmerke on her stomach, and her hands tied behind her back were already surely terribly numb. Huskarl grabbed the captive by the nipples and twisted it painfully, so that the back of the justicar arched toward her. There was another blow to the face.

“You will spread your legs, my dear,” Lydia promised tenderly and added again and again. While she was sitting on the prisoner and thumping her face, Dovakin ate, wiped her hands, walked over and jerked her legs apart. A beautiful labia and thighs opened up, as well as dark buttocks in a bad light, but without any doubt possessing the ideal - altmerka! - elasticity.

“You can stand, my dear,” said Dovakin to Lydia.

Hoskarl snorted, but rose and immediately began to throw off her armor and then her clothes. The captive so far came to her senses after the beatings - apparently, something clouded in her head, she did not even try to squeeze her legs, allowing the Nord to admire her vagina.

Left completely naked, Lydia bent over the Altmer.

“If you try to bite me, I'll kill you.” So slow. I'll cut it into pieces, fry on the fire and send it to your mouth. So be an obedient girl. If you leave me alone and make you cum, I will not cut off your breasts.

The Justicier’s eyes cleared, and now both Nords saw what they wanted to see: fear, which began to break through contempt and rage.

With an elegant and deft movement, Lydia sat on the face of the captive, face to face with Dovakin, who was still spreading her legs wide to the captive. The girl carefully dismissed the pants of her tan and took out a large, all-vein, Nordic member who was already full of sap and was as hard as a stone. Unable to resist, Lydia shook him a couple of times, and the member started in response. Lovingly kissed Tan's penis, Lydia stood up and pressed a basin on the face of the Justicar, pressing her mouth with her crotch.

- Did you hear what I told you? Lick, bitch!

And Altmerka licked, shortly, hastily, confusedly, but licked. Lydia closed her eyes with pleasure and pressed her pussy even more firmly into the face of the unfortunate Altmerka.

“What are you waiting for, my dance, take it soon,” she said.

“Well, wet it with your saliva, dear,” Dovakin replied and thrust his dick in the girl’s face. TA willingly caught him with her mouth and let her in, sucked, feeling how hot and hard, slightly salty it tastes. She moved her head, carefully sucking dick, not forgetting to fidget in the face Altmerki.When a member was quite lubricated, Dovakin took him out of Lydia’s mouth and jerked him sharply into the bosom of a captive. She screamed, but it only brought additional pleasure to the nordka.

- Lick, green-skinned slut, otherwise you will drive a knife in your stomach, and you will have to continue like that.

Apparently, the threats took effect, because Lydia sweetly stretched and squirmed even more actively. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, showing her large, excited nipples to her tan, and asking them to squeeze and squeeze. Dovakin moved the pelvis, driving his penis deep into the hole of the elf, specifically thrusting it deeper to hammer into the womb and cause additional pain to the captive. She moaned and seemed to cry, but continued to lid Lydia's pussy, licking the grease pouring directly into her mouth ... A wet vagina smeared the whole face of the altmer, and the grease mixed with tears.

Two Nords and an elf joined in a bewitching trio. Dovakin kissed Lydia, taking her huge elastic breasts in her hands, and Lydia, in turn, spread her legs wide open to the elf, and so together they raped her, receiving equally great pleasure. Narrow and not rastrannaya elf pussy, though it was dry, but very nicely squeezed a member, helped by the same pain spasms in the vagina.

Dovakin took out his eldu from the rapacious elf, got up and put it on Lydia’s face. Carrying him along the cheeks, forehead and eyes, he made Lydia swallow him again. The girl tried to please her tanu, again sucking his big dick and trying to get maximum pleasure from the fact that she sits cunt on the face of the worst enemy of man - Altmera, and in addition still sucks a huge dick. The girl's clitoris was burning, she rubbed them on the lips and tongue of the elf more and more actively, and Dovakin, feeling her increased excitement, plunged the dick into the justiciar and with a new force began to hammer at her, clutching her unhappy bruises to the bloody bruises. Lydia moaned and screamed in delight, blissful in the humiliation and pain of the elf.

Huskarl pushed her pussy on the elf's long and sharp nose and felt her thighs convulse, her hands clench themselves on the breasts of a blooded enemy and leave new bruises, like a grease tapping the face of a humiliated and fucked elf. Looking at how Lydia screams and wriggles in ecstasy, Dovakin grabbed her, hugged her, snapped her lips with a kiss and at that moment finished at the altmerka.

For a minute they sat astride the unconscious prisoner, embracing and shaking from the echoes of orgasm, and then Dovakin took out his fallen cock and stood up, refueling. Lydia stretched sweetly and began to throw over her clothes.

“Get out of here on all four sides, right now,” said Nord Elfke, when she woke up. - Anyway, with pussy smashed, naked, with your hands tied behind your back you will not go far. Now you will think if it was worth the Nords to forbid worshiping Talos.

The captive did not answer, somehow got up and, shaky, wandered off into the distance. Nords just grinned after her.

- Great fun, my dance. Go ahead?

- Yes, my dear. We are still waiting for business in Vaytrane.

If you like it - comment, I'll write a sequel =)