Maidens of Hircine

Story by WotanAnubis

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Night had fallen over the forests of Falkreath. It wasn't a pleasant night. No matter how hard the moons shone or how brightly the stars twinkled, a thick, choking darkness lurked between the trees that no light could penetrate. It was the kind of night where people stayed inside and locked the doors.

And yet something moved between those trees. A black shape stood out against the darkness. A pair of gold eyes glittered, searching. The werewolf moved carefully, stealing from shadow to shadow, avoiding what weak moonlight fell through the thick branches. It turned its head this way and that, listening for any sound that was out of place. It smiled, revealing rows of sharp, glistening teeth.

The werewolf broke into a sudden run, all thoughts of stealth completely forgotten. It crashed through branches and bushes before crashing into a second werewolf. The two predators rolled and stumbled, snarling and clawing at each other. It was impossible to make out who was who in that enraged ball of fur and fangs, if anyone had been brave enough to stay around to watch two werewolves fight.

Soon the fighters began to change. Black fur made way for skin, beastly heads became faces and claws turned into hands. Two naked women rolled and grabbed at each other, struggling for dominance. One had white skin, the other green, but they both had red hair.

Aela the Huntress and Morgath the Dragonborn rolled across the ground, each trying to come out on top of the other. Even though they had shed their beastly forms, they still growled and snarled like wild animals. Their blood running hot in their veins, the two wrestled savagely, acting on pure instinct alone.

Finally, Morgath the Orsimer managed to get on top of Aela, straddling her pale stomach with her powerful legs, one green hand around the Nord's throat.

"Submit?" Morgath growled.

Aela squirmed and snarled. She could still escape, if she really wanted to. Morgath's hold on her was hardly absolute. She could still make a fight of it. But something other than violence glittered darkly in the depths of Aela's eyes.

It was a gleam that no was no doubt reflected in Morgath's own blood-red eyes. Now that she had a single moment of calm, the Orc became aware of her wet pussy and hard cock. As enjoyable as the hunt had been, Morgath was more than ready to move on to the prize. And, if Aela decided to resist, Morgath would probably not mind becoming that prize.

Aela looked away. "I submit," she growled.

Morgath let go of Aela's throat, but she didn't get up from the prone woman. Those two little words had lit a fire in the Orc's blood and she wasn't about to waste any time. She moved up Aela's fit body until her green dick was pressed against the pale Nord's face.

"Serve," Morgath snarled.

Aela pressed her mouth against the underside of Morgath's hard cock. Morgath felt the Huntress' lips kissing her shaft hungrily, her lips moving all across her hot flesh. Before long Aela was lapping at her cock as well, dragging her tongue across Morgath's member.

Morgath found herself panting with lust. The hunt alone had been enough to excite her, but the enthusiasm with which Aela served her cock was far grander. Pleasure roared through her powerful body every time the Nord woman kissed or licked at her. Such a shame, then, that Aela's mouth could really only reach the underside and bits of the side of her erect shaft.

Morgath grabbed Aela's hair and shoved her cock into her open mouth. She almost howled with pleasure as that wet warmth surrounded her shaft. Aela gagged once, probably not expecting to have Morgath's cock suddenly fill her mouth, but she adjusted quickly enough.

Morgath thrust her hips forwards, fucking the Huntress' mouth hard. Aela, to the Orc's barely concealed delight, decided to do more than just endure Morgath's thrusts. As that green cock slid across her tongue, Aela did her best to suck at her shaft. Morgath felt Aela's tongue curling across her flesh and for a moment was tempted to leave her cock inside the Huntress' mouth until she was satisfied and her seed flowed down Aela's throat.

But there was a different desire Morgath intended to satisy tonight. She pulled her cock out of Aela's mouth and her wife gasp for air. A malicious grin spread across the Orsimer's face as she saw her shaft slick and gleaming with the Huntress' saliva.

Morgath pressed her dick against Aela's face again, then moved her shaft so that her dark green head trailed across the lines of the Nord's cheek, her chin, down her neck and across her chest. Then, smiling, Morgath placed her cock in the valley between Aela's pale breasts.

"Of course," Aela muttered.

"You expected anything else?" Morgath said.

"I suppose I shouldn't have," Aela replied. "Now then. Will you use me, or do you desire your bitch to serve you?"

Morgath grabbed Aela's soft breasts and pressed them against her shaft. The feeling of tho

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