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 ...