Teaser 2015 09 - Skyrim and the Journey of Cerise 03 - Whiterun

This is probably another of the most anticipated teasers...my Skyrim story.

This story has garnished a different following from that of both Annie and Lapdancing, and is without a doubt one of the most asked for sequels to be posted.  Although I have Chapters 03 (Whiterun) and 04 (Ivarstead) written, I still need to format the screenshots and insert the images before they can be posted...something that is a long and arduous process  :/

But at least there's this teaser, hehehe.

Our protagonist has arrived in Whiterun and has met with The Companions and offered to become one of them.  So we now join her in her first night at Jorrvaskr...

Suddenly I felt hands on my waist as Skjor pulled me into his lap.

“See Vilkas, I told you she wouldn’t mind,” he said, his hand returning to my thigh as he smiled.

Vilkas merely grunted, cutting off a large piece of boar and putting it on his plate.

Skjor made small talk with the other man while his hand continued stroking my thigh.  I was aware of his strokes slowly working their way up, his hand moving to the inside of my thigh, even as I tried answered something Samhair said from the other side of the table.

Looking around, I saw Aela now sitting in Farkas’ lap—no, I take that back, she was actually straddling the dark warrior, who had one hand cupping her ass while the other moved in front or her between them.  I suddenly saw Aela jerk up, a slight gasp coming from her mouth acknowledging my suspicions of where the hand had been headed when Skjor’s voice broke my attention.

“Don’t mind them,” Skjor told me, his hand sending shivers up my spine as it too got closer to my cleft.

I asked if Aela and Farkas were a couple and both Skjor and Vilkas burst out laughing, drawing attention from everybody.

“By the Divines, no,” laughed Skjor.  “We Companions share everything, whether it be fighting, money, furniture, or more intimate pursuits,” he said with a smile.  “This is one big community, and we hold no ties to any one person, the Companions as a whole are our sole loyalty,” he said.  “We are here for each other’s protection, aid, and benefit in all things.  Amongst ourselves we have no ties but to each other,” he explained.  “Every woman belongs to every man, and every man to every woman,” he told me.

I looked around, seeing other people paired up in various states of undress.

Bree was straddling a man’s lap who I remembered being called Brill, not a Companion, but a servant to Vilkas.  His hands were roaming over her ass beneath her leather skirt, and I watched as her hips slowly moved.  It was only then I noticed in amazement his hips moving as well, the understanding dawning upon me that they were actually fucking right there, the sight mesmerizing.  And as I watched, Bree’s hips began to move faster, riding him more energetically as she straddled his lap, her head resting on his shoulder as her body rose and fell upon his cock.

My attention was broken as Lydia came by, asking if I needed anything. 

At the shake of my head she told me she was heading back to Breezehome to tend to the house.  I told her I would be staying here at Jorrvaskr for the time being and she nodded, saying she understood as she left.

I suddenly gasped as a hand cupped my crotch; however, I was still aware of Skjor’s hand on my thigh.  Looking down, I saw it was Vilkas’ hand cupping me tightly.

“There are times when a shield brother or sister needs to know their fellows more intimately than anybody else, both during and after battle,” he told me, his hand slowly stroking me through my suede thong.

I heard a moan and looked over to see Aela, her top now pulled up over her breasts facing away from Farkas, her body moving up and down, obviously riding his cock.  Farkas had one hand on her hip for support while his other mauled her left breast.  Suddenly she began moving rapidly up and down, fucking him wildly as her free breast bounced in rhythm to her movements.

The presence of all the displays of affection caused my own body to respond, and as I looked over to Bree, then Aela, my whole body became alive.

“Aiya!” I let out a surprised grunt as Vilka’s finger slide underneath the thin strip of leather covering my slit, his finger plunging into my already drenched folds.

“The Circle always gets to know its new recruits,” I heard Skjor say behind me as his hand moved underneath my cuirass, cupping my breast.

Instinctively I opened my legs further apart, giving Vilkas’ open access to my cleft as I could only moan in delight at the sensations flowing through my body.

“Which of us would you like first?” asked Vilkas.

I immediately stood up between them, and bending over, told them, “That’s your decision,” I said coyly, but whomever is second needs to get in front of me,” I smiled.

Instantly I heard the scraping of two chairs moving out as the men stood.

I felt hands slide across my ass, a finger hooking underneath the thong and pulling it to the side as I saw a shadow move around in front of me on the other side of the table.  Looking forward I saw Vilkas’ step up, his erect penis already standing at attention as I bent forward, taking it in my mouth.

He let out a groan, when I suddenly felt my pussy invaded by a stiff hard cock.

“Mmugnckth!” I said around the cock in my mouth at the sudden invasion of my womanhood.

Skjor wasted no time, thrusting in and out of me wildly.  I was so wet he slid easily through me, the walls of my vagina gladly stretching to accommodate him as I eagerly sucked on the cock in front of me.

Vilkas’ hands rested on my head, holding it still as his hips began thrusting forward, his thrusts matching Skjors such that my body was impaled simultaneously by the two men, then a brief release as they moved back, only to be suddenly invaded again.

The feeling was exquisite, almost as if it had been years since I had been penetrated as my body gave in to its lust.

My orgasm build higher and higher as Skjor impaled me repeatedly, and although frustrating at not being able to reach an orgasm, I was not surprised when I reached that ‘almost there’ sensation before it began to rebuild.  I recalled the incredible sensation of my body completely overcome with release as the dragon’s soul was absorbed into me and in response, all my juices began flowing.  My pussy was drenched, while my mouth watered profusely, Vilkas’ cock sliding easily in and out of my mouth and deeper into my throat.

Skjor’s rhythm began to become erratic, his cock hardening until it felt like somebody was pounding the hilt of a sword into me again and again as I knew he was close to release.  Suddenly I felt him jerk, his hips slamming into my ass as I felt the warmth of his balls emptying into me. 

My body became alive with the infusion of energy as he came, almost forgetting how my senses became enhanced from a man’s fluids.

I could hear the steady irregular slapping sounds as Aela and Bree each rode their partner’s cocks, intermixed with the wet slurping noises of Vilkas’ cock moving in and out of my mouth when suddenly Vilkas’ pulled out. 

Unprepared, my mouth made a loud popping noise as my lips were suddenly devoid of his shaft as he smiled at me, my lips puckered and still moving like a fish.

“As good as that mouth is, I need to feel myself inside you,” he said, backing away and moving around the table.

I felt Skjor pull out of me, a small moan escaping my lips at the lack of sensation, when suddenly it was replaced by an even larger cock.

“Ungha!” I grunted as Vilkas wasted no time slamming into me.

My body jerked forward repeatedly as he mercilessly fucked me.

I saw another shadow in front of me and saw Skjor standing in front of me, his cock shining in the firelight from my juices.  Smiling at him, I immediately opened my mouth, his cock sliding between my lips as I eagerly cleaned him off, the taste of my own fluids mixed with his—a salty mixture of thyme, hyssop, and juniper—filling my mouth. 

As I cleaned Skjor off, the sound of my Vilkas repeatedly slamming into my ass cheeks echoed through the hall, the fast paced “slap…slap…slap…slap” drowning out the moans of the other girls.

Taking a moment to breath, I looked to the other side of the hall and saw Athis, the grouchy dark-elf, being sucked off by Njada, the other grouchy one, thinking they were a fit pair.

My attention was pulled away by the loud crash of a goblet falling to the floor as I turned and saw Farkas had pushed Aela forward on the table, pressing upon her back as his face contorted in obvious male release while Aela groaned repeatedly, her own orgasms flooding her body.

I felt my own orgasm building yet again, once again dismayed but not surprised as it reached a build-up to only start over again.

Immediately a weight fell upon me, the cold chill of Vilkas’ breastplate against my back as I felt his manhood begin to flood me with his seed, the sudden energy burst flowing throughout my body.  I contracted my muscles, milking his twitching cock as he made small forward thrusts into me, emptying himself completely in my womb before he pulled out.

I continued to lay there, face forward on the table as I heard Bree shout out in release, the grunt of Brill following, knowing she was being well served as well.

The inside of my thighs began to warm as the fluids of both men slowly eased out of me, and I leaned up. 

Without thinking I reached down, scooping some of the fluid from my thighs and licked my fingers, the taste of various herbs and salt flowing over my taste buds as I heard chuckling behind me.  Turning, I saw Skjor smiling at me as he wished everybody a good night, heading the Living Quarters for the night.

And as each copulation completed, the others also bid each a good night’s sleep, until soon it was only me, Bree, and Tilma in the hall. 

I asked Tilma if she needed help cleaning and she smiled at me, saying, “No, no, that’s my job.  You rest, you’ve had a productive day, it’s not every day that not only one, but two of the Circle take such an interest in a new recruit,” she said.

Bree said she would return to Breezehome, saying it will be less lonely in bed now that she had been satiated as I wished her good night as well. 

Feeling the day’s events come over me, I headed to the recruit’s quarters myself, finding an empty bed.

 Taking off my armor and setting my sword within easy reach, I laid down, pulling the furred blanket over me.