章節 7: Miscalculation
The first rays of dawn were just peeking over the horizon as Alexa trudged along the road leading away from Riverwood. Her boots left faint crimson prints on the stone bricks, the only trace of the grisly scene she'd left behind in Ulfgar's cottage.
She shuddered, hugging herself tightly as flashes of memory assaulted her - the sickening sounds of her dagger cleaving through flesh and bone, the hot spray of arterial blood across her face. Alexa squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the wave of nausea. "Don't think about it," she muttered under her breath. "Just keep moving."
With a few deep breaths to steady herself, Alexa forced her mind elsewhere as she continued putting distance between herself and Riverwood. She pulled up her invisible inventory, flicking through the various menus until her gaze settled on the Apparel section.
There it was - the Iron Butt Plug that had tormented her so thoroughly earlier. Except now the description had changed slightly:
Iron Butt Plug [CURSED, FEMALE ONLY, MASTERED]
Armor: 0
Weight: 0.25
Value: 252
Carrying capacity increased by 15 points
Alexa frowned, studying the new MASTERED tag curiously. On a hunch, she focused her will on it - and a small notification panel flickered into view.
User is no longer affected by the CURSED tag of the Iron Butt Plug
A twisted grin spread across her lips as realization dawned. That sick, relentless vibration and denial of release...it was all because she hadn't been properly 'mastered' and seeded by a man yet. But after Ulfgar had so ruthlessly bred her over and over, pumping thick virile loads into both her womb and ass until she was a delirious, cum-stuffed wreck...well, that clearly changed things.
With nothing more than a thought, Alexa willed the butt plug to equip itself. She gasped sharply as the solid metal toy materialized in her previously-empty asshole, the familiar weight and pressure sending a delicious shiver through her core.
"Oooh fuck..." she breathed out, biting her lip as she instinctively clenched her freshly-stuffed hole. Unlike before when the cursed vibrations had tormented her mercilessly, now she could actually feel the toy's physical presence filling her up.
Cautiously, Alexa focused her mind and 'activated' that strange new connection she sensed to the iron plug. Instantly, the unyielding intruder started buzzing with deep, insistent vibrations that made her knees go weak.
"Oh goddamn..." she whimpered, one hand flying to brace herself against a nearby tree trunk as pleasure zinged through her neglected nerves. The sensations were just as intense as before, but this time there was no maddening denial of release - only blissful, unrestrained rapture singing through her veins.
Alexa's free hand drifted between her thighs, fingers dipping into her slick folds to stroke her swollen bud in time with the relentless vibrations stuffed in her ass. She bit back a moan, hips rolling shamelessly against her palm as the delicious friction built higher and higher.
Just when she felt her peak cresting, Alexa broke that strange mental connection and the vibrations abruptly ceased. She slumped back against the tree trunk, chest heaving as she slowly came down from that precipice of bliss.
"Holy shit..." she panted, giving her head a slight shake to clear the lust-hazed fog. "This thing is gonna be fun to play with later."
Still, she couldn't resist reaching back to grope her ass cheek, feeling the solid iron plug filling her up so deliciously. Alexa gave an experimental clench, appreciating the intense pressure on her sensitive ring.
Grinning wickedly, she spread her cheeks wider to get a better look at the unyielding metal intruder. Unlike before when the cursed vibrations had wracked her body, she could actually see and feel the base protruding slightly from her stretched pucker. Alexa traced the cool iron with her fingertips, letting out a soft moan at the delicious sensation.
"Gonna have to keep this little toy tucked up inside me," she murmured, giving the plug's base a teasing wiggle that made her shudder. "At least until I can find somewhere to clean up properly."
The thought made Alexa grimace as she glanced down at herself, taking in the dried streaks of viscera still clinging to her skin. Her roughspun tunic was basically ruined, stained a rusty crimson all down the front. She needed a bath, badly - and some fresh clothes wouldn't hurt either.
Alexa pulled up her inventory again, flicking through the Apparel section until her gaze settled on the Leather Cuirass she'd swiped from Alvor's forge. The armor piece had a listed value of 26, not too shabby for a basic leather set. But the image beside the description gave her pause. It looked like a standard cuirass meant to fit a man's build, not a gorgeous buxom wench like herself.
She chewed her lip, considering her options. On one hand, wearing ill-fitting armor would totally defeat the purpose of having protection in the first place. But on the other...Alexa couldn't realistically see any blacksmith being able to properly size and shape a breastplate to accommodate her ridiculous curves and massive tits.
Maybe the System would compensate somehow, reshaping the armor to actually fit her body? It seemed like wishful thinking, but Alexa was fresh out of better ideas.
"Well, only one way to find out," she muttered under her breath. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Alexa focused her will and equipped the Leather Cuirass.
Her Roughspun Tunic vanished from her body - only for sleek leather armor to appear in its place a split-second later. Alexa's jaw dropped as she caught sight of her new outfit in the morning light.
Rather than a simple cuirass, the armor had taken on a distinctly...skimpy quality. The soft black leather hugged every luscious curve like a second skin, practically painted on. A tantalizing glimpse of cleavage peeked through the armored bodice's deep vee, while the bottom portion rode up to leave plenty of toned thigh on display.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Alexa blurted out, hands roving over the sleek leather in disbelief. The material seemed high-quality and sturdy, yet had been expertly tailored to cling to her body like a slutty second skin.
Still, she had to admit - the Cuirass definitely suited her new bombshell figure in a way that made her mouth water. Each breath made the armored cups straining against her tits rise and fall enticingly. The bottom hem barely covered her most intimate areas, leaving plenty of thick thigh and toned leg exposed to catch any viewer's eye.
Alexa gave an experimental shimmy, unable to suppress a grin as she watched her heavy breasts jiggle deliciously. "Well damn, I make this look good."
Struck by a sudden impulse, she reached up to cup her armored tits - only to encounter some kind of invisible barrier when she tried to actually touch the exposed swell of her cleavage. Alexa blinked in surprise, patting and prodding at the empty air between the Cuirass's vee in confusion.
"What the...?" she muttered, brow furrowing. No matter how she tried, her fingers couldn't penetrate that invisible space, almost like there was an intangible breastplate there.
Understanding dawned a moment later, and Alexa couldn't help but let out a cackle of amazement. "Son of a bitch, the System really thought of everything!"
Of course she wouldn't be able to wear armor that left such a huge area completely exposed and vulnerable. That invisible barrier was the game's way of compensating, giving her the protection she needed while still being able to fit her body.
"Damn, I gotta hand it to whoever designed this," Alexa murmured, giving her heavy breasts an appreciative grope over the sleek leather cups. "Totally nailed that form-meets-function sweet spot."
She spun in a slow circle, admiring the way the tight leather caressed her figure from every angle. The Cuirass left plenty of toned midriff and thigh exposed, yet she could feel the telltale weight and protection covering all her vitals. Alexa smirked, feeling oddly empowered by how the skimpy yet sturdy armor hugged her body.
"Alright, time to get cleaned up," she declared, glancing around to get her bearings. The faint rush of a stream reached her ears a short distance to the west.
Alexa followed the soothing sound of trickling water, pushing through the underbrush until she stumbled upon a small creek winding through the forest. "Perfect," she muttered, glancing around to make sure they were far enough off the main road.
With a thought, she pulled up her inventory and unequipped her gear - the skimpy leather cuirass and iron butt plug disappearing instantly. Alexa grunted as she felt Ulfgar's thick seed immediately start leaking from her freshly-emptied asshole. The steady trickle made her grimace, quickly undressing the rest of the way until she stood completely naked on the creek bank.
Goosebumps prickled across her bare skin as the crisp mountain air caressed her exposed form. Alexa sucked in a sharp breath, steeling herself before wading into the icy stream. "Fuck, that's cold!" she hissed through chattering teeth, the freezing runoff lapping at her calves.
But she pressed on regardless, immersing herself up to her shoulders as she started scrubbing away the dried flecks of gore still clinging to her skin. Alexa ducked her head under, working her fingers through her long golden hair to dislodge any lingering viscera.
Once she was fully clean, she emerged from the icy stream and shivered, water sluicing down her naked curves. "F-fuck, that was freezing!" she stammered through chattering teeth.
Briskly rubbing her arms, she glanced down at her belly with a frown. Despite scrubbing herself raw, there was still a definite swell there from the sheer amount of Ulfgar's seed he'd pumped into her guts.
"Ugh, I look like I'm a couple months pregnant," Alexa muttered in disgust, prodding the firm mound. She knew her Nordic Heritage was the only reason she could handle this bitter mountain chill without thick furs. Any regular person would've been a popsicle by now.
Quickly, before she froze her tits off, Alexa reopened her inventory and re-equipped her skimpy leather cuirass. The sleek black armor materialized around her body like a second skin, clinging deliciously to every dip and curve.
Despite the protective coverage, her cum-bloated belly still protruded obscenely, giving her a definite 'pregnant wench' vibe that made Alexa's cheeks flush hot. She tugged self-consciously at the bottom hem, trying in vain to cover more of her midriff.
Shaking her head at the futility, Alexa focused and re-equipped the iron butt plug as well. She bit back a moan as the solid toy slid into her freshly-cleaned ass, immediately clenching around the delicious fullness.
"Fuck, that's better," she purred, giving an experimental wiggle. Her heavy tits jiggled enticingly within their leather cups as the plug shifted inside her.
Alexa took a moment to re-center herself, breathing deeply of the crisp forest air. The rising sun had finally crested the horizon, bathing the world in a warm golden glow that glinted off the nearby stream.
That's when a thought occurred to her. She pulled up her menus once more - but this time, she navigated to the very last option she hadn't investigated yet.
Alexa willed the map open, and a new semi-transparent panel appeared, overlaying her view of the forest around her. This time, it only showed her immediate surroundings - a small section of woods leading towards Riverwood, and the road she was currently following heading north out of the village.
A blue diamond marker pulsed gently, indicating her exact location on the trail. Alexa noticed another icon further back - a tiny cluster of buildings clearly representing Riverwood itself.
"Please do what I think it does…" she prayed softly, focusing her will on the Riverwood marker. A new pop-up notification flickered to life.
Fast travel to Riverwood for 2 septims?
Alexa's eyes went wide, a huge grin spreading across her gorgeous face. "No way, it's got fast travel too?" She let out a low whistle of amazement. "And just two measly septims?"
The thought of being able to teleport on a whim was incredibly exciting. No slogging for days across the wilderness, dealing with bandits and wild animals and who knew what other dangers. If she needed to get somewhere in a hurry, she could just...poof, be there.
Still, that tiny little price tag made Alexa pause. Two septims for teleporting, even just to Riverwood? It seemed way too good to be true. She had a strong hunch there was some kind of twist or catch, the cost scaling up based on distance traveled or something.
"Yeah, that has to be it," she mused aloud with a nod. "But either way, being able to fast travel at all is going to be amazingly useful!"
Alexa shook her head, letting the Riverwood notification fade away untouched for now. No point wasting her limited coin reserves going somewhere she really didn't need to be. Instead, she studied the localized map more intently, rotating and zooming the display with idle gestures.
From what she could tell so far, it seemed like the map would automatically update and expand as she traveled, uncovering new areas and locations. But it wouldn't show her any places or details she hadn't actually explored herself yet.
"Makes sense I guess," she muttered. "No getting an unfair advantage or anything. Gotta do this the old-fashioned way."
Alexa continued northward at a steady pace, the morning sun slowly rising higher in the early morning sky. After about fifteen minutes of walking, she pulled up the map again - just to test out her theory about the cost scaling up over distance.
Sure enough, when she focused on the Riverwood icon this time, the price had jumped up a septim.
Fast travel to Riverwood for 3 septims?
"Okay, it's definitely distance-based," Alexa said with a firm nod. She frowned, mentally calculating as she kept putting one booted foot in front of the other. "If the cost went up one septim for like, fifteen minutes of walking...then the price for going all the way to Whiterun has to be pretty steep."
She chewed her lip, considering. According to what that asshole Hod had told her, the journey from Riverwood to Whiterun was around a six day walk. Alexa assumed he meant only hiking for about fourteen hours each day at an average pace, with time to make camp and rest overnight. That was still nearly a hundred hours of total travel time on foot.
"Okay, so if one septim covers fifteen minutes..." She did some quick math in her head. "Then the minimum it would cost to fast travel to Whiterun from here is...three hundred and thirty-six septims? Damn, that's not cheap!"
Of course, it's also possible, though very unlikely, that Hod could've meant a full twenty-four hour journey each day with no breaks. In which case, the maximum potential cost would be a massive five hundred and seventy-six septims just to teleport to Whiterun from Riverwood.
She mentally tallied up the coin she had on hand. There were still 5 septims left over from that bastard Hod paying her to fuck her pussy. Then another 70 or so she'd swiped off Ulfgar's unconscious body before...well, before she'd gone a bit overboard in dealing with him.
In total, her inventory held about 75 septims at the moment. Alexa snorted softly. "Not even close to enough for a Whiterun teleport run."
Still, it wasn't an impossibly huge amount of coin she'd need to scrape together. Hod would've paid her more than 10 septims for what he did to her if he had the coin. If she was willing to... put her mouth to similar use on a few more guys, she could probably gather the required funds pretty quickly.
The thought made Alexa's cheeks flush hot. She bit her lip, unable to deny the slight tingle of arousal at the prospect of wrapping her lips around a thick, meaty cock again. Sucking face with some random guy's dick didn't seem like such a big deal after everything she'd gone through already. Certainly better than getting roughed up and bred like a bitch in heat over and over.
"Maybe sucking a nice futanari's girldick wouldn't be half bad either," she mused aloud, the image of Camilla's impressive bulge flashing through her mind once more.
Alexa gave herself a little shake, forcing the vivid fantasy aside for the moment. There would be plenty of time to indulge those deeper urges later once she reached the Temple of Dibella and secured her Wench Token. For now, she needed to focus on gathering enough coin to actually get to Whiterun first.
"Okay, so...seventy-five down," she muttered under her breath, continuing her steady pace up the stone road. "Few hundred more to go before I can afford a teleport shortcut."
That peaceful quiet was suddenly shattered by the unmistakable clop of hooves and rattle of wagon wheels approaching from behind. Alexa immediately tensed, hand dropping to the iron dagger sheathed at her hip as she whirled around. For a wild moment, she feared it might be Riverwood guards hot on her trail after...dealing with Ulfgar.
But it was just a simple merchant caravan cresting the hill, pulled by a pair of sturdy draft horses. The heavy wagon was piled high with crates, barrels, and sacks - no doubt carrying trade goods to the larger cities for sale. Alexa let out a relieved breath, forcing her hand to unclench from the dagger's worn grip.
A wicked grin slowly spread across her face as she studied the approaching caravan driver. She knew an opportunity when she saw one.
"Hey! You there!" Alexa called out, waving to flag them down. "Do you have a moment?"
The caravan slowed to a halt beside her. The driver was an older Imperial man with a deeply tanned, weathered face and wispy white hair tied back in a messy knot. He squinted at Alexa suspiciously from under the brim of his wide hat.
"Aye, what is it?" he grumbled, giving her skimpy leather attire an appraising look. "In a hurry to get somewhere, are ye?"
Alexa flashed her most winsome smile, putting a little extra sway in her hips as she sauntered up to the wagon. "You could say that. I'm trying to get to Whiterun as quickly as possible."
The old man snorted, one bushy eyebrow arching. "Is that so? Well, I'm bound for the very same place with this caravan, carrying trade goods to the city markets." His eyes lingered brazenly on the way her breasts strained against the leather cuirass. "Don't suppose a wandering wench like yourself would want some...company for the journey?"
"You'd let me hitch a ride?" Alexa asked innocently, fighting back a grin. "That's awfully generous of you, ser...?"
"Vitus," the caravan master supplied gruffly. "Vitus Quintillus. And don't go thinkin' it's out of the goodness of my heart, girl. I'd expect a little...compensation for any traveling companion, if you catch my drift."
Alexa felt her pulse spike at the obvious implication in his tone. For a split second, the memory of Ulfgar's thick cock stretching her aching holes flashed through her mind, making her shudder. If this old lech expected her to just bend over and be bred by him...
No. She refused to be used and defiled like that again. Alexa's hand drifted to the dagger at her hip, fingers curling around the worn leather grip as a plan started forming. If Vitus so much as asked for a quick fuck, she'd happily open his throat right here on the road and take his caravan the rest of the way to Whiterun herself.
But the old caravan master didn't seem to notice the dangerous glint in her eyes. He was too busy leering openly at her body, gaze lingering on the swell of cleavage peeking through her armored bodice.
"Well?" Vitus prompted impatiently. "You want a lift to Whiterun or not, girl? If so, we'll have to negotiate suitable...payment for my services."
Alexa forced herself to take a slow, steadying breath. Jumping to conclusions would only lead to more unnecessary violence.
"You're right, of course," she purred, giving him a coy look from under her lashes. "What did you have in mind for...compensation?"
Vitus hummed thoughtfully, stroking his whiskery chin. "Well now, a warm mouth would be a nice change of pace from my usual hand during these long caravan rides."
He grinned, showing a few missing teeth. "If you can keep my cock wet and happy whenever I ask, you're welcome to ride along to Whiterun. Doesn't have to be all day, every day. Just...regularin' when I get the itch, you understand?"
Alexa felt the tension bleed from her shoulders as relief washed over her. Just some casual road head? She could definitely handle wrapping her lips around a thick shaft every now and then in exchange for a ride. Certainly better than the alternative she'd feared.
"You've got yourself a deal, Master Vitus," she agreed with a brilliant smile, giving a slight and overly dramatic curtsy.
The old caravan master snorted at her faux deference. "Just Vitus is fine, girl. Now come on, let's get moving before we lose any more daylight."
Alexa hopped up onto the wagon, settling herself next to the grizzled caravan master. The rickety wooden bench creaked under her weight as she got comfortable, trying not to jostle the crates and barrels piled high around them.
"Appreciate you letting me hitch a ride, Vitus," she said with an easy smile, looking over at the weathered Imperial. "Sure beats walking all the way to Whiterun."
Vitus snorted, flicking the reins to get the draft horses moving again. "Just don't go thinkin' it's outta the goodness of my heart," he grumbled, sending her a sidelong glance. "You'll be earnin' your keep, like we agreed."
"Of course," Alexa purred, letting her hand drift along the old man's thigh. She felt the firm bulge there, already growing stiffer in anticipation.
An awkward silence stretched between them as the wagon trundled down the worn road. Alexa racked her brain, trying to think of some small talk to fill the quiet.
"So, you're from Cyrodiil originally?" she ventured, watching Vitus' lined face for a reaction. "I've heard the provinces have been pretty chaotic lately, what with the war and all."
The old caravan master grunted, giving a curt nod. "Aye, that's the truth of it. Whole damned place has gone to Oblivion in a handbasket." He spat off to the side, mouth turned down in a scowl. "Heard Cheydinhal got overrun by bandits last year. Sacked the whole bleeding city near as I know."
Alexa's brows shot up in surprise. She remembered reading an entry in one of Cicero's journals about that incident - how the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary hidden beneath Cheydinhal remained miraculously undisturbed despite the chaos. Not that she could share those kinds of details, of course.
"That's terrible," she said instead with a small frown. "I'd heard the provinces were getting bad, but an entire city falling? Damn..."
Vitus made a disgusted noise deep in his throat. "Empire's too busy spread thin across Tamriel, trying to hold everything together with spit and string. They ain't got the manpower to spare for dealing with every two-bit bandit raid."
He shook his head, mouth set in a grim line. "Mark my words, girl - if they don't start pulling back and solidifying their hold on Cyrodiil, it's only a matter of time before the whole province descends into anarchy. Then where will we be, hmm?"
Alexa opened her mouth to respond, but her words caught in her throat as Vitus' weathered hand suddenly cupped her cheek. She blinked, meeting the caravan master's expectant gaze as his fingers drifted down to tug at the laces holding her cuirass closed.
"Alright, enough flapping those pretty lips for now," Vitus grumbled, already freeing his thick cock from his trousers. The girthy shaft bobbed obscenely as he slowly stroked himself to full mast. "You know damn well what I need. Get that mouth workin' if you want a ride, cunt."
Alexa's throat went dry as she gawked at the old man's impressive member. It was bigger than she'd expected - flushed an angry purple with veins bulging, the fat mushroom head already pearling with pre-cum. But she knew she didn't have much choice if she wanted passage. This was the deal.
Forcing a sultry smile, Alexa slid off the bench until she was kneeling between Vitus' spread thighs. She wrapped one hand around the thick base, giving a few firm tugs that made him grunt in pleasure.
"Atta girl..." he growled approvingly, lazily fisting a hand in her blonde tresses. "Knew a cock-hungry slut like you would be a natural at this."
Alexa leaned in closer, letting the musky, slightly sour scent of his arousal wash over her. She could feel the wet heat of his cock brushing her parted lips, pre-cum already smearing her cheek. Trying not to grimace, she met Vitus' expectant leer.
"Well? You just gonna tease all fuckin' day?" he grumbled impatiently. "Get that hot little mouth wrapped around my dick already if you want this ride, bitch."
Alexa's lips twisted in a wry smirk. "As you wish...master."
With that, she slowly parted her lips and took the swollen crown into velvet heat. Vitus hissed sharply through clenched teeth, his hand tightening in her hair as Alexa swirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
"Ohhh...that's a good little cocksleeve," he groaned in satisfaction, hips already canting upwards to feed more thick inches into her mouth. "This trip just got a whole lot better."
Alexa didn't respond, simply letting her eyes flutter closed as she got to work. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, cheeks hollowing with each downstroke to suck Vitus' cock deeper into her throat. The wiry thatch of pubes tickled her nose as she took more and more of his impressive girth.
"Fuckin' hell..." the caravan master rumbled, giving her hair an appreciative tug. "Where'd a prime piece of breeding stock like you learn to slob a knob so good, huh?"
She shot him a heated glare, feeling the bulbous cockhead nudge against the back of her throat. Alexa forcibly swallowed, allowing Vitus' thick shaft to sink even deeper with a low groan. Tears pricked her eyes as his pelvis finally ground flush against her face.
"Fuck yeah..." Vitus groaned, fisting a hand in her blonde tresses. "Work that slutty mouth all over my dick, you little cum-dumpster."
His crude words washed over Alexa as she surrendered to the task, letting her mind drift. Flashes of kneeling before Hod resurfaced - the heavy weight of his cock stretching her lips wide, the musky taste flooding her senses as he ruthlessly facefucked her. A soft moan slipped past her stretched lips, arousal blooming between her thighs.
One hand drifted down to cup her mound, fingers rubbing insistent circles through the thin leather. Despite her degrading position, she couldn't deny the twisted thrill singing through her veins.
"Well I'll be damned..." Vitus's gruff voice dragged Alexa from her reverie. She blinked up at him through thick lashes, cheeks flushed and lips obscenely stretched around his girth.
The caravan master chuckled darkly, giving her hair a sharp tug. "Getting all hot and bothered sucking an old man's dick, are we?"
Alexa didn't respond, simply returning her focus to worshiping his thick shaft. Her hips rolled shamelessly, grinding against her palm as she frigged herself.
"Filthy fucking whore..." Vitus growled in grudging approval, thrusting deeper to prod at her throat. "At least you know to work for that pleasure, you needy bitch."
Alexa's eyes watered but she didn't let up, drool and pre-cum dribbling down her chin in long, obscene strands. She slurped and sucked greedily, devouring his cock like a woman possessed.
"Fuck...gonna blow if you keep that up," Vitus grunted, his heavy balls drawing up tight against the base of his dick. "Where ya want this load, slut? All over that pretty face?"
Alexa's cheeks hollowed as she intensified her suction. She refused to pull off even for a second, bobbing her head rapidly until her nose mashed against his pelvis.
"Ah shit...you want it down that greedy fuckin' throat, don't you?" Vitus hissed through gritted teeth, hips jerking erratically. "Take it then, you cock-hungry wench!"
With a harsh groan, he hilted himself fully and started flooding Alexa's mouth with thick, hot ropes of cum. She moaned like a whore around his pulsing cock, swallowing convulsively as each spurt coated her tongue and throat.
When the last few spurts filled her mouth to overflowing, Alexa finally pulled back with a lewd pop, gulping down the salty remnants. Obscene strands of jizz stretched between her swollen lips and the tip of Vitus' softening prick.
"Fuckin' Dibella's tits..." the caravan master rasped, slumping back against the bench in satisfaction. "You sure know how to drain a pair of balls dry, you filthy wench. Not that it's ever going to stop me in particular…"
He smirked as Alexa wiped her mouth, still catching her breath. Without warning, Vitus' spent cock lashed up to smack against her cheek with a wet slap. Alexa flinched but didn't pull away, allowing his musky length to drape over her face, the bulbous head poking her closed eye as his heavy sac settled in the curve of her neck, hot and clammy against her skin.
"Just stay right there, cocksleeve," Vitus rumbled, lazily stroking himself to stay semi-hard. "Ain't done usin' that pretty fuckin' mouth yet."
Alexa resisted the urge to roll her eyes, simply staying still and letting the old pervert use her face as a resting place for his dick and balls. Vitus grunted in satisfaction, adjusting the reins to keep them on track.
"You know, it's a damn shame what's goin' on in Skyrim these days," he said after a few moments, breaking the silence. "Used to be, a man could do his honest work without worryin' 'bout gettin' bushwhacked by bandits every few mile."
Vitus spat off to the side, mouth twisting in a scowl. "But now, with these retarded Stormcloak cunts stirrin' up trouble, every two-bit thug and his brother thinks he can make a quick septim off robbin' caravans."
His wrinkled fingers stroked idly through Alexa's hair as he continued his tirade. "It's gettin' so bad, I've had to start thinking about hirin' guards for my shipments. Would eat into my profits something fierce just so I don't get my throat slit by the next group of snot-nosed punks who think they're soldiers."
Alexa made a vague noise of acknowledgment against the thick cock draped over her face. She could feel Vitus' shaft twitching, already starting to swell and harden again.
"Don't even get me started on them damned elves, either," the caravan master growled, his tone taking on an ugly edge. "Them filthy Mer are even worse, if you ask me. Sneaky, pointy-eared bastards can't be trusted worth a damn."
He snorted derisively. "I'd bet good coin this whole war started on account of some knife-ear mage gettin' too big for his robes, startin' shit to line his pockets."
Alexa shifted uncomfortably at the racism, but kept her mouth firmly shut against Vitus' steadily-hardening cock.
"But you, girl?" Vitus rumbled, his thick shaft twitching fully erect across her face. "You're a fine, pure-blooded Nord whore. Don't gotta worry 'bout gettin' that prime pussy tainted by some knife-ear's dickstick, do I?"
He gave her hair a sharp tug, dragging Alexa's head back so he could leer down at her. "Tell me true now, cunt - you ever had them cocksuckin' lips wrapped 'round one o' them elves' cocks before? Huh?"
Alexa shook her head vigorously. She'd never even seen an elf in the flesh before, let alone been intimate with one.
"That's a good wench," he purred, petting her hair in a mockery of affection. "Knew you was prime Nord stock the moment I saw that fat ass an' big tits."
His hips shifted, the bloated crown of his cock nudging insistently at Alexa's lips. "Now open up that pretty mouth again. This thick meat's gonna be your breakfast for the rest o' the mornin'."
But Vitus noticed something amiss as Alexa's lips glided along his thick shaft. His wrinkled hands roamed over her body, searching for any sign of the telltale necklace or pouch that marked her trade. When his fingers found nothing but smooth skin, a slow, wicked grin spread across his weathered features.
"Well now...looks like this pretty wench doesn't have her Token," he whispered to himself. "That means she's unregistered...completely unclaimed."
His smile stretched wider at the realization. "I could sell an untamed piece like you at the Whiterun auction for a pretty septim. Or maybe..." Vitus gave her hair a sharp tug, dragging Alexa's face up until their eyes met. "I'll just keep you as my own personal wench on the road."
Alexa tensed at his words, feeling a spike of panic. In the midst of licking and sucking to keep his cock satisfied, she finally snapped out of her lusty haze. She had no idea a Wench Token was meant to be worn openly like a collar until now.
Her hand shot out, grabbing for the iron dagger at her hip. With wild, desperate eyes, Alexa lifted the crude blade and stabbed it down towards Vitus' exposed throat.
But the old caravan master was too fast. He tilted his head at the last second, grabbing something from a nearby chest with his free hand. Alexa stabbed again with a feral snarl, the dagger's tip grazing Vitus' jugular...only for an enchanted iron collar to suddenly clamp around her neck.
She strained and struggled against the cruel metal binding, but it was no use. No matter how hard Alexa tried to force the dagger down, some invisible force prevented her from actually harming Vitus.
The caravan master let out a low chuckle as she slumped back in defeat. "Nicely made little trinket, that," he said, giving the collar a teasing flick. "Saved my life just now, didn't it?"
He licked his lips slowly, drinking in every luscious curve. "At least this time I'll get to properly bury my dick in some prime pussy instead of just your throat."
Before Alexa could react, Vitus grabbed her hips and yanked her down onto his lap. She yelped in surprise as he buried his face between her massive tits, nuzzling and licking at the soft flesh spilling over her leather cuirass.
"Mmmfuck..." he groaned, the words muffled against her cleavage. "These big beautiful titties were made for a man to enjoy."
Vitus wasted no time guiding Alexa's hips up and down, impaling her slick cunt on his thick shaft. She cried out sharply as he stretched her wide open, the fat mushroom head of his cock kissing her cervix with each hard bounce.
"Oh yeah, gonna fuckin' love ridin' this fat ass all the way to Whiterun," Vitus grunted, giving her jiggling cheeks a stinging slap.
Alexa's plump bubble butt clapped loudly against his thighs with every downstroke, ripples running through the soft flesh. The lewd sounds of her drenched pussy squishing around the caravan master's invading length filled the air, mixed with her breathless whimpers and his grunts of exertion.
"Take it, you wench!" he snarled, increasing the brutal pace. "This greedy Nord cunt was made for an Imperials's seed!"
Her massive tits bounced and jiggled obscenely with each jarring impact, the armored cups straining against her heaving chest. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as Vitus' thick cock plunged in and out of her aching slit, stretching her so deliciously wide.
But Alexa's eyes were wild, dark with a combination of fury and arousal as she met the caravan master's leering gaze. If looks could kill, Vitus would have dropped dead a thousand times over from the madness blazing in her expression.
But the old lech seemed oblivious, too focused on fucking her pussy to notice the future danger. His shaft was already swelling thicker, hips pistoning erratically until he suddenly bottomed out with a harsh grunt.
"Gonna fill you up nice an' deep, wench..." Vitus growled against the curve of her neck. Hot spurts of his thick seed started flooding Alexa's unprotected depths as he hilted himself fully. "But don't get too attached to this fat cock. Soon as we reach Whiterun, I'll be sellin' that breedable ass at the auction for some good septims."
Alexa tensed at his words even as her fertile womb was thoroughly seeded by the third person in her first week in Skyrim. She opened her mouth to protest, but Vitus just chuckled darkly.
"Don't you worry none, girl," he purred, giving her flushed cheek a mocking pat. "I'll make sure to pour every hot load straight into this needy cunt for the whole two-day trip. Keep you nice an' heavy before I finally sell off that fat ass."
Despite her fury, the thought of being pumped full over and over until her belly swelled obscenely made Alexa's thighs quiver around Vitus's waist. She clenched instinctively, already able to imagine the steady trickle of his seed seeping from her well-stuffed hole.
"Be a good little slut now," Vitus growled, giving her hair a sharp tug. "Show some fuckin' gratitude for all the Imperial baby-batter I'll be pumping into you."
Alexa met his leering gaze through the haze of lust and rage, that damned collar forcing the words past her lips. "Thank you...master. Please use my cunt to drain every last drop."
The words left a foul taste in her mouth, but she knew she was trapped for now. Alexa could only bide her time and wait for an opportunity to escape this lecherous old bastard.
Vitus flashed a wicked grin, stinging Alexa's cheek with a harsh slap that whipped her head to the side. "That's a good girl. Now get that fat ass bouncing - I've got two days' worth of backed-up loads to pump into your cunt before we reach Whiterun."
With that enchanted collar locked around her neck, Alexa was forced to slowly peel her soaked pussy off Vitus's thick shaft until just the bloated head remained trapped between her puffy lips. Then she sank back down with a lewd squelch, impaling herself to the root as the caravan master sighed in satisfaction.
Over and over she bounced on his meaty rod, the collar compelling her hips to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. Alexa's massive tits jiggled heavily with each bounce, nipples visibly poking against the thin leather. Vitus grinned and shamelessly pawed at the soft flesh as she worked.
"Fuck yeah, ride that dick good for me," Vitus groaned, burying his face between Alexa's melon-sized tits. "Get my cock all warmed up, 'cause it's gonna be stuffing that tight little cunt the whole way to Whiterun."
Alexa wanted to spit right in the lecherous old bastard's face, but that damned enchanted collar kept her obedient. All she could do was mindlessly bounce her thick ass up and down his girthy shaft, taking load after thick load of his seed as the wagon steadily trundled north.
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"Should've just fucking walked instead of dealing with this asshole..." she muttered under her breath, cheeks flushed as she continued impaling herself on Vitus's sperm-spewing cock. Her massive tits jiggled heavily with each bounce, the armored cups straining against her heaving chest.
Many hours later, as the sun began to set, Vitus finally steered the wagon off the road to make camp for the night. Alexa stumbled off on wobbly legs, a thick trickle of the caravan master's seed already leaking from her well-used slit to streak her thighs. Her leather cuirass was soaked through with sweat and cum from the relentless ride.
"Get that fat ass over here, wench," Vitus growled, gesturing to the small bedroll. "We're just gettin' started for the night."
Alexa glared daggers at the lecherous old man, but the enchanted collar forced her body to obey. She crawled over and got on all fours, presenting her puffy, cum-leaking pussy while trying not to gawk at her own swollen belly.
"Fuck, get a load of that gut already," Vitus rumbled with a twisted grin, giving the distended mound an appreciative smack. "And to think I pumped all that hot jizz into your needy lil' cunt."
He lined up his thick cock, uncaring about the steady trickle of seed oozing from her sodden slit. "Don't you worry none, wench. Gonna blow that belly up real nice and fat before we reach Whiterun."
Alexa whimpered as he shoved forward, stretching her aching pussy wide yet again. This endless pounding was already more than she could handle.
True to his word, Vitus kept ruthlessly jackhammering away long into the night. Alexa quickly lost count of how many times he bottomed out, flooding her fertile womb with thick ropes of his virile load. All she knew was the steady expansion of her abdomen as it ballooned larger and more bloated by the minute.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck me..." she babbled deliriously at one point, hands cradling the tight, rounded dome of her stomach in disbelief. It stuck out so far now, visibly straining against her leather cuirass. "I'm so fucking full, Master! How is this even possible?"
Vitus responded with a harsh slap to her distended gut, making it wobble and jiggle obscenely. "Quit your whinin', cumdump! You ain't seen nothin' yet!" he snarled, somehow increasing his punishing pace. "I'mma make sure you're waddlin' bow-legged from all the seed packed in that needy lil' cunt by the time we reach Whiterun!"
Alexa could only whimper and moan, completely overwhelmed by the steady inflation of her overstuffed belly. Her womb felt seconds away from bursting with each new thick load he crammed inside. How was her body even containing this much seed without splitting apart at the seams?
By the time the ruthless pounding finally ended, Alexa collapsed in a sweaty, cum-drunk heap - her midriff completely rounded out into an utter pregnancy belly. It was taut and tightly stretched, sloshing audibly with Vitus's copious loads whenever she dared to move.
"H-How...?" she slurred out in a daze, trembling hands roaming over the hugely distended curve of her midriff. "How can you possibly have pumped this much cum into me, you sick bastard?"
Vitus just chuckled darkly at her wild-eyed bewilderment, giving her bloated gut a harsh slap that made it wobble like an overstuffed wineskin. "This is just the warm-up, cumdump," he sneered, already lining his still-rigid cock up with her puffy, abused slit. "You'll be waddling double-wide and sloshing like a stuck pig before we reach Whiterun."
He leaned in close and whispered into her ear. "Had to shell out a pretty septim to one of Dibella's priestesses for a special fertility blessing. Lets me pump out enough seed to get even the most barren woman knocked up six ways from Sundas."
Vitus grinned wickedly, giving Alexa's distended belly an obscene grope. "And you're gonna take every last drop, ain't that right?"
Alexa could only let out a pitiful whimper as the lecherous caravan master started ruthlessly pounding into her again. Each harsh thrust made her bloated belly jiggle and slosh lewdly.
"That's it, nice and deep," Vitus grunted, hips smacking against her thighs. "Get that tight little cunt ready for the next hot load..."
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