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When Deor had told her that he had seen two elves dragging something away in connection with Baldor’s disappearance, Lile had immediately assumed that the man had been talking about Falmer. She had innocently prepared herself for a sneaking battle against a bunch of blind monsters – meaning a heavy quantity of fire runes, magicka potions and Dremora scrolls. She had made her way over the river, past Thirsk to stock up on food, skirting Kagrumez and avoiding Brodir grove. The ash fall had ceased as she approached her destination, and her expression became confused as she saw no caves ahead. The nearest thing was a hut, with four figures in leather standing around outside. Her shoulders locked as she realised her mistake.
Deor had meant Thalmor.
Lile fidgeted, looking around uncertainly. She wasn’t equipped for Thalmor. She carried no sword, and her armour was too flimsy. She had required light feet for Falmer and it was light she had travelled. And now, she was unprepared. She knew there would be no time to change as one of the Thalmor approached her. Might as well get what she came for.
“What is your business here, Breton?” he demanded haughtily.
“I want the Blacksmith you’re hiding here,” she replied.
“Somehow I think not,” the Thalmor yawned. “You don’t look like you’re ready to face the might of all four of us, at any rate. Return to your precious Skaal and tell them that until the smith gives up his knowledge he remains in our custody.”
“You don’t have the right to do that!” Lile proclaimed angrily. “He hasn’t infringed any minutae of the White Gold Concordat and therefore you have no power to keep him!”
“Oh please. As if it would be difficult to pin Talos worship on a Nord,” the elf snorted.
“Everyone knows the Skaal don’t worship Talos,” Lile blustered. The elf arched a brow.
“Everyone? Oh, I’m sure most of Skyrim doesn’t know,” he chuckled.
“Well…you can’t keep him,” she stated firmly. “He’s done nothing wrong.”
“That’s for us to decide, little Breton. Until he gives up his secret or they give us something of value then he will remain in Thalmor custody,” he told her, just as resolutely.
Something of value? Lile eyed the Altmer men watching her, all of them with interested expressions. Even the one in front of her was eyeing her slyly. Lile quietly wondered if she could be the ‘something of value’ that the Altmer needed to free Baldor. Yes, it would be gross, sticky, and frankly undignified, but after losing Storn she owed the Skaal a debt and she sure as Oblivion refused to lose another member of their village. She took a deep breath.
“If I…I lay with you, would you give up Baldor?” she asked quietly. The elf’s eyes sparkled and he grinned, grabbing a handful of the Breton girl’s shapely ass. Lile gasped, but her sounds were cut off by the High elf’s eager mouth claiming hers. His other hand grasped her and he began to knead the shapely flesh beneath his fingers, sucking on her lip vigorously. When he grasped the leather and began to raise it, however, she squirmed away. “I…I don’t want it outside,” she muttered.
“But your precious blacksmith lies within!” the elf told her.
“Not out here,” she pleaded. The next thing she knew, he had hauled her over his shoulder and was heading towards the little stone hut up ahead.
Lile allowed him to heft her like a bag of potatoes, trying to ignore the pleased smirks of the Thalmor men around her as the one nearest the hut’s door opened it and went inside. The one holding her moved forward, ducking beneath the lintel. He put her down on a table and Lile found herself lying on her back facing the ceiling, head and legs draping over the edge.
“Do we restrain you, little Breton?” the Altmer chuckled.
“No, you don’t need to,” she began, but there was a chorus of agreements from the other elves and she felt large hands unbuckling her plain leathers, slipping her boots down her feet as they unwrapped her from her leather casing. They removed her bracers and one of them ripped open the cloth shirt she wore beneath the armour to expose her soft, large breasts. He grabbed her breast band and ripped it away, filling his hands with the mounds and massaging them gently. Lile nearly cried out in indignation, but then another elf slid her smallclothes down her legs and she realised that suddenly she was naked. The elf with his hands around her breasts began to tweak her nipples and she caught the gasp before it left her mouth. She didn’t want them to think she was enjoying this.
“So much heftier than an Altmer woman,” the mer touching her breasts cooed, as another rubbed his fingers over her ass appreciatively. “You’ve childbearing hips, little Manmer.”
There were two pairs of hands on her, covering the fleshiest parts of her body, and she was starting to wriggle a little when a hand dipped between her legs and she instantly stilled as a lone finger rubbed slowly over her clitoris. The last mer grasped her hands and pinned them gently to the table, leaving her to buck her hips gently against the fingers on her sex. A finger entered her slit, as a thumb rubbed over her clit in replacement, and this time she moaned, unable to stop it. The mer touching her ass pushed her legs a little wider apart, holding down her ankles and leaving her heaving torso heavily exposed. The hand at her sex slid two fingers inside her and began to curl gently, and Lile whimpered, hips thrusting into the sensation almost against her will as the mer chuckled darkly.
“You see, Manmer, you’ll enjoy this after all,” the one at her head muttered. “Now open your mouth and I’ll let your hands go.”
Lile did so obediently, and within moments there was a solid rose-golden Altmer cock in her mouth. True to his word the High Elf freed her hands, beginning to move his hips slowly back and forth as his cock bobbed between her lips. She sucked slowly, tonguing the head and hearing the mer groan in pleasure. The mer between her legs moved his fingers a little faster and she groaned, the vibrations in her throat directly stimulating the Altmer’s cock.
“Please her again,” the mer ordered. “The sounds she makes are wonderful.”
“Do not forget who it is that is pleasing her, Marillion,” the mer between her legs sniped. “Or who is higher in command here.”
“I believe it is Narimian, by a full rank,” Marillion purred. “Narimian?”
“Do as he says, Tarindil,” Narimian sighed, as though jaded already with the two bickering mer. He stood to Lile’s left, a much bulkier Altmer with orange eyes that bored into her. He had freed his cock from its constraints and it hung down by his thigh, semi-erect and thick. She shivered, and then she was arching helplessly as Tarindil’s fingers found a spot inside her that turned her legs to jelly. She cried out and Marillion groaned. His hands went to either side of her head and the pace of his hips increased as his cock vanished down her throat. Lile relaxed her muscles and began to breathe through her nose as wet, sloppy sounds came from her mouth. Tarindil continued his slow explorations of her, twisting his fingers around and using varying paces until her cunt ached for a cock in it. Not that she would ever admit it – she was a Breton, and a lady, and while she had done things that would shock a whore, no Breton lady outright admitted her need for sex. So instead she settled for moving her hips against Tarindil’s hand, trying not to do such a thing frenetically in case Tarindil thought she was enjoying this too much.
But it seemed that the mer had read her body language, seen the twitching of her stomach muscles and the desperate clenching of her cunt. He freed his cock and pumped it into full hardness, then spread her labia and plunged inside her. Lile screamed in shock and pleasure and Marillion shouted in surprise, spurting a load down her throat. He hurriedly pulled out to paint her face with the rest of it and Lile found herself coughing it up between cries of pleasure as Tarindil began to nail her quim with expert speed and precision. She wiped her eyes clear as she spotted Narimian grasping his cock. He moved over to her and took her hand, wrapping it around the now erect member. He didn’t even say anything and Lile didn’t expect him to. Instead she curled her hand into a fist and pumped it back and forth slowly, watching his lip tremble as he tried to keep his face level. Turning his head away from her he looked over at the eagerly-thrusting Tarindil, who had just placed his hand on Lile’s clit and started to rub.
“Don’t cum in her, you don’t want to waste your seed in the Breton,” he said lazily. Lile burned in outrage. Waste his seed? If Narimian thought she was such a waste of cum why was he here? Hurriedly she manhandled his cock into her mouth, beginning to suck him before he could protest. She was determined to prove him wrong. He grabbed her head but she kept sucking, groaning around him as Tarindil fucked her. The Altmer gave in and began vigorously fucking her throat as she stroked his shaft and balls, holding her head down with both hands. Lile would have protested but then Tarindil pinched her nipple, draped her legs over his shoulders, and started taking her like his life depended on it. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her body flushed and she lubricated around him, heading towards an orgasm. Her groans were buzzing around Narimian’s cock and she grinned in victory when his placid face finally twisted in pleasure. She rewarded him by attending to him with both hands. In the background, behind Tarindil, Marillion stroked his cock slowly, waiting for it to harden once more. Tarindil meanwhile was thrusting ever more frenetically, driving Lile further towards her orgasm. She felt him tensing, and bit her lip. At the last moment, he pulled out, and sprayed cum from his considerable member all over her stomach. The Breton nearly cried out in sadness. She had been so close.
The fourth Altmer, however, an unknown, approached her, palming her tits for a few seconds and pinching her nipples, causing her to squeak around Narimian. She wasn’t distracted from the cock in her mouth even for a moment, and was continuing to lavish attention when a tongue descended on her folds and she cried out around the dick. Her orgasm, denied before, began approaching thick and fast, and she quivered beneath the expert tongue. Before she was done he had straightened up, grasped her hips, and sunk himself inside her. She exploded around him, screaming onto Narimian’s cock and causing him to spurt into her. Like Marillion, he yanked himself out and came over her body, coating her with thick sperm. The one in her cunt gave her no room to adjust, squeezing her breasts and nipples gently as he took her. Narimian wiped his cock gently as Marillion stooped down by her.
“Eramir likes to play with his partners, he’s quite generous,” the mer chuckled. “Finish yourself, Eramir, and then we take her together.”
Lile was melting around Eramir now that she had cum, relaxed and breathing heavily. She was semi-covered in semen and it ran down her breasts, pooling into her stomach. Somebody was playing with her ear and she arched into the sensation, her ears nearly as sensitive as an Altmer’s. Her eyes were half-closed and she gazed at the thrusting mer, biting down on her lip. Yes, this was turning out to be very sticky indeed, but most certainly not unpleasant. The Thalmor soldiers had proved to be less cruel than she had originally feared. And it was more undignified than she could have dreamed, but her dignity seemed meaningless at that moment, with a handsome mer thrusting in and out of her and another touching her ear intimately, causing her immense satisfaction.
Speaking of satisfaction, she got another orgasm from Eramir before he pulled out and spilt on her stomach. Lile fell back against the table and panted heavily, her harsh breaths mixing with Eramir’s as both tried to recover. She heard rustling, and sat up to watch as the four mer stripped out of their leathers. Golden skin appeared from beneath their armour and she bit her lip again as they slowly but surely all ended up naked. Gods, what a wonderful sight. Narimian sauntered over and grabbed Lile’s waist, pushing his mouth against her and giving her the kind of kiss she had never before received. She could taste his determination. Then he pulled away and gripped her rear, squeezing it.
“We’ll give you the smith, Manmer,” he growled. “But you take my seed as part of the bargain.” He kissed her before she could say anything and the Breton got the feeling she wasn’t meant to disagree. She could always swallow a contraceptive potion later, when she was back in Raven Rock and not covered in the cum of four different mer.
She felt three other pairs of lips kissing down her body, lavishing attention on her neck and shoulders. Hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her ass as the elves appreciated assets that their own women sorely lacked. Lile shivered in delight. Narimian had permanently claimed her mouth, it seemed, but the bruising, toe-curling kisses he was bestowing upon her had her far from complaining. Somebody squeezed her rear tightly and she squeaked into Narimian’s mouth, feeling one hard cock after another pressing against her body. Gods, she was going to take all of them, and she didn’t feel even the slightest hint of fear. Roving hands rubbed between her legs and pinched her tits, keeping her moaning and squealing.
Narimian left her mouth and pushed her down onto the table, moving to her spread legs and pumping his cock gently to keep it hard. Tarindil put his cock in her mouth and Eramir and Marillion filled her hands with their members. Narimian thrust inside her and then all the mer started moving, Tarindil filling her as Narimian left her, and Eramir leaving her palm as Marillion eagerly pushed into the other. She tightened her grip and breathed through her nose, draping her legs over Narimian’s shoulders and moaning onto Tarindil’s cock. Tarindil played with her breasts as Eramir and Marillion held her steady for Narimian. His hands free, he began to rub her clit and the Breton gasped, moaning and causing Tarindil to bite his lip. Narimian’s pace was measured and strong, hitting all the good spots in her.
It did not take the Breton long to have her first orgasm on Narimian’s length, squeezing heavily and swallowing Tarindil repeatedly. The highly-ranked Mer stared her down, still pumping as she quivered around him in pleasure and trying to maintain his stern, unbreakable expression. She had changed it once, she would change it again. Marillion’s fingers were digging into her hips, his nails piercing her slightly, as she tightened her hand around him, rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb. She altered her pace and sucked a little harder on Tarindil, paying attention to Eramir as payment for his kind treatment of her earlier. Narimian thrust into her, determined to get her to cum again. It became a contest of sorts between the two as he fought for his composure and she tried to stave off her second orgasm, all the while sucking and rubbing the other three mer and trying not to let their noises wash over her. If she totally lost herself in the moment she would lose to Narimian and that was completely unacceptable.
Tarindil was the one who came first. He pulled away and fell down somewhere with a heavy thud. Marillion followed very quickly, covering her breasts and stomach. Eramir was now given her full attention, and she eagerly sucked on him until he blew his load over her face and chest. Like the others, he went to sit down somewhere and recover. That left only Narimian who changed to rougher, more desperate thrusts. Lile reached down and began to tease her clit. Narimian let out a gasp and his face contorted. She did not have long to admire his face, however. The mer pulled out and tossed her onto her back, thrusting deeply inside her as he pushed her down onto the table.
Narimian bottomed out and massaged her clit as he slammed back and forth within her, causing the Breton to squeal and pant in pleasure. Losing all semblance of calm he fucked her hard, stroking her deeply as his hips hit her plush butt. She squirmed and wriggled beneath him, the semen on her body beginning to stain the table beneath her as it rubbed off onto the wood. He felt her cumming around him, her legs grasping onto his hips as best they could, and then he was quickly following her, spilling deeply inside her. Lile sighed in exhaustion as the other three approached, bearing cloths. They wiped her down and then handed her back her clothes. The five of them dressed in silence.
“Go down and fetch your little smith,” Narimian ordered, and slapped her rear for good measure. She spotted a set of stairs and descended them, spotting a furry pile in the corner that groaned. Hurrying over to Baldor, she set about with healing spells and potions, until the Nord was able to move without grunting in pain.
“Their leader is called Ancarion,” Baldor whispered. “He has a map of Stalhrim locations. Do NOT let him keep it. It belongs to us.”
Lile let him lean on her as she made her way out of the door, the four mer behind her in interest. Baldor didn’t mention the litany of noises he had heard and been frankly aroused by. How she had got him out was her business and he was just glad to be free. But he certainly noticed how she flushed when she glanced at the biggest mer, and how that same elf looked away as though trying to hide something. As Baldor soon realised, he was attempting to conceal the same reaction. Marillion, Tarindil and Eramir seemed unfazed, however.
“So what will you do now?” Tarindil murmured.
“You’ve not exactly treated him with kindness,” Lile snapped. “I’ll take him home.”
“Come see us at Northshore Landing if you wish to do further business,” Marillion chuckled. “I’m sure Ancarion would LOVE to meet you, little Breton.”
“He has something I need, I’ll be back,” she promised. It might have been the light, but Baldor could have sworn he noticed a glint of satisfaction enter Narimian’s eyes.
Lile and Baldor began to head Northeast, parting ways with the Thalmor, who took a direct route north.
“You debased yourself for me,” Baldor began. “I’m unsure how I feel about that.”
“Save it,” Lile replied. “I owe the Skaal a great deal. That was nothing compared to what I’d do to help your people.”
Baldor cringed a little at that statement. He appreciated her loyalty and ability, but at the same time the idea that she would go even further, perhaps even get hurt for his people, made him a little worried. But he said nothing, and tried not to wince the entire journey back to the village. All-Maker knew she didn’t need his complaining after what she’d endured.
“Will you deal with Ancarion in the same way?” Baldor asked. Lile flushed quite openly.
“If I have to.”