1. Tamriel Lore, Story number 1


    Date: 7/4/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Rape, Snuff, Author: Bosmer95, Source: sexstories.com

    Tamriel, dawns beauty In the language of the Altmer, Taazokaan in the dragons tongue. The scenery of this continent is truly a site to behold, the countries are ablaze with stories and lore, But today, we start with Jorrvaskr, a small mead hall in white run, capital of Skyrim. This tale revolves around a true beauty of a Nord, it is her legacy but will ultimately tell of her undoing. The sound of a grinding stone and sparks sizzling the hairs of the bear skinned rug below it roused Aela from her sleep. Farkas was sharpening his sword, and being quite obnoxious about it to, Aela stirred from her bed and shuffled her half sleeping feet, making her way to the bowl on her night stand. Splashing her face with the blue water, she caught the smell of the blue mountain flowers her newly found Lover had ground up and infused with the iquid in the bowl. Aela wasn't the kind of Nord to get soft or mushy feelings of love, she had often teased others of these feelings, calling them "milk drinkers" or "lolly-gaggers". However she could not help but feel a deep passion for her soon to be husband, it didn't matter to her that he was rich, currently building his third mansion just outside Falkreath. No, T'was not septims that filled her heart, but the simple love of a nord, a strong nord warrior who could fight by her side, it was all she could have ever asked for. Turning towards the door she quickly spoke to Farkas, "tell no one of my leaving, I do not want them to worry after my last ...
    injury". Farkas gestured, as to say "I will be happy to cover for you". Making her way up the stairs to the mead hall, she grabbed her Hunting bow from the weapons rack and headed for the door. The feel of the morning breeze under her elk's hide half-skirt that intentionally showed quite a bit of thigh, was simply elegant. sprinting down the stone stairs to the Market place, she made for the gates of the city, ready to feel her arrow pass through yet another deer. Once she had reached the outskirts of the city, and off the Jarls Private game trails, she headed for Secundas Kiss, knowing there were plentiful elk there, they seemed to favor the water from the small pond that held the tree which produced enchanted sap. Nearing the egde of Secundas, crouching behind a fallen log, she watched the big buck drink, about 80 yards off from her, this would be a tricky shot, but with no wind she had a fairly decent chance. Retrieving an arrow from her quiver, and knocking it to the string, she drew down on him, the corner of her mouth and her small nose barely touching the strings as she instinctively raised her bow above the back of the animal, knowing the arrow would have about 8 inches of drop at that distance. Realese.......... all in silence, save the Padding of the beasts hooves against the soft earth, the arrow had passed through just behind the shoulder, and the pink blood meant she had pierced lung. Waching the big buck run about 100 yards further, he dissapeard over one of the many ...
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