A thin fog seemed to hover over the water, parting midway as their boat glided forwards. In the distance, Evelyn could just make out the outer walls of Evermore. Its great stone blocks formed a bulwark over the bank where the city sat on, defending it from any possible invasions along the water channel. ‘Well, you can’t deny the view.’

  More and more of the city came into view – the sight of the central fort towering over the ramparts – and she couldn’t help but think she was back in the middle ages. If the armor and weapons hadn’t been enough – they were – this sure nailed it home. Adding to this, an imposing bridge also rose from the outer walls, reaching the other side of the Bjoulsae River.

  The smell of fish and oil became thicker the closer they were to the docks, and she could hear the draw of caravans being pulled over and across the bridge. Below, boats and rge vessels made into the port’s mouth before being quickly moored with thick ropes to the harbor. Soon, the humdrum of the crowd came into focus. It was loud.

  Sailors screamed at one another, and merchants howled their prices to the throng of passing people. In the background, there was also a constant clop of hooves. Horse-drawn carriages, she would guess – not that she could be sure just from the noise. For all that she knew, the clopping could be coming from bipedal lizards that had hooves for feet.

  Unlikely, but possible – it wouldn’t be too out of pce in a fantasy world. ‘I really should go ahead and ask Vic- I mean, Anora, about well… everything. It can’t hurt to know a bit more about this pce.’ Even in her own head, she referred to her roommate by Anora… to say that she was committed to her rolepying would be an understatement.

  ‘My greatest source of information… and it’s this pervert.’ A smile came to her as she sneaked gnces at her roommate. Anora still had that unfocused look on her face, though her blush was long gone. ‘These are dark times, indeed.’ But Evelyn could interrogate her about the game’s lore ter.

  Preferably in a warm and cozy tavern after a fair bit of drinking… some alcohol would be justified after the day she’s had so far, after all. ‘What kind of drinks would they even sell here?’ For now, though, she just took in the scenery, trying her best to ignore the stench of fish in the air. ‘Well, we probably can’t afford it with our current finances either way…’

  “Damn.” She couldn’t help but mutter, snickering. ‘Can’t even drink my sorrows away.’ Not that she was an alcoholic – she only ever drank on celebrations – but it had been an stressful day to say the very least. ‘What a day.’ She sighed, eyeing the sailors in wonder as they moored their boat at long st- wait. She blinked, not comprehending what she was seeing.

  << QUESTS – NEW ENTRY >>

  14th of Morning Star, 4E 1881 Quest(s) Updated

  The Sacking of Wayrest (1 Completed)Reach the city of Evermore

  << QUESTS – END LOG >>

  Evelyn stared at the illusory piece of parchment with her right eye, her left one locked onto something else. Or, rather, someone else: a shapely woman shouting orders at her crewmates… only, she had dark, green scales for skin and a dragon-like head. ‘A Kobold? What the-’

  What else could be waiting to surprise her? ‘Honestly, why am I even surprised? What’s next, cat girls? I should really shake Anora for some info. The sooner, the better.’ The sun slowly hid in the horizon, painting the sky with a beautiful blend of orange and red, and she could hardly wait to find somewhere to stay the night.

  "Where should we go?" She asked Anora, smiling. Then, she put her hand over her arm, gently holding it. "Come on, you take the lead." That, as always, had an effect. As she had come to find out in the past few hours, it was surprisingly easy to tease Ani – and she had yet to grow tired of it. "Point the way, roomie~"

  As it turned out, there were – indeed – cat girls... and boys, and they were also a lot more furry than she would've expected. According to Anora, they were called Khajiit. Worth mentioning too was that they usually referred to themselves in the third person – but that she learned by herself.

  "This one will bring your Voljar's Honey, stay seated." The male Khajiit said in a clipped voice, his tail whipping about under his dirty apron. Then, without much fanfare, the man left, leaving both her and Anora alone in their corner of the tavern. They sat on a wooden bench – knees touching – with Evelyn locked between the wall and Ani on her other side.

  A soft lute pyed in the background, the light dim in the tavern. At that hour, the Anchor's Point Inn had yet to fully fill up, but it was a close thing. Thankfully, they'd managed to rent a room for the night from the owner – a mean-faced man with a thick, bck beard.

  Not only that, but they – Anora, really – had enough money to stay the entire week with paid breakfast, lunch, and dinner to boot. The mercenary fees for the escort mission hadn't been cheap… clearly. "I'm sorry, but repeat that again?"

  "Conjuration can be used to summon weapons, creatures, and reanimate-”

  “I get that it can do all of that… but what is the retion between all of those things? I mean, it doesn’t seem too coherent-” Her head hurt, having been crammed full with disjointed anecdotes and facts about types of magic and pnes. Ani wasn't the best at expining things – she often got lost in tangents, jumping from one topic to another without order.

  “I honestly don’t get how you can’t understand this.” Her roommate smiled, frowning a bit. “You were studying Computer Science, weren't you? This can’t be more complicated than that.”

  “I will have you know-” She pyfully hit Ani’s leg with hers, scoffing. “-that Computer Science isn’t complicated at all. If you understand why things work the way that they do, then it’s just a matter of putting the pieces of Lego together. I was also on my first term, mind you. But, forget that, how does any of this make sense? You've said that Necromancy is Conjuration magic, but not really. Then, there is Healing-”

  She was staring at her, Evelyn noticed. The dim light framed Anora’s face well, and her bck hair draped gently over her strong shoulders. Pressed against the wall, she could feel her thigh muscles against her soft legs, and her smokey scent was all that she could smell. “Ah, eh- yeah, anyway, it just seems confusing.” This time, it was she who stuttered.

  Evelyn's skin felt warm, heat reaching lower and lower in her body. It was almost as if she could feel Anora's stare on her, eyes running down every curve. She adjusted her dress, noticing how it had hiked up a bit over her thighs, and her hands nervously wrangled together, not knowing what to do with themselves. ‘Geez, I think the rolepying got to me.’

  Now that she was warm, well rested, and at ease… she couldn’t help but cringe a bit over how she had acted the whole day. The lingering touches, the nicknames, the coy smiles – she might have overdone it. ‘This day really messed up with my head, huh? Well, acting like… that did help with the panic, I’ll admit.’

  It reminded Alex a lot about his cospying days: just putting on an outfit, changing his voice a bit, and going to conventions where no one knew who he was. It was freeing to just forget about his grades, to not obsess over his pns of staying on track to an Ivy League. Now that he thought about it, he also used to have a lot of fun doing it.

  Meeting new people, making others blush, taking some photos. For a brief second, he – she – wondered when and why he’d even stopped doing it. The thought was fleeting, however, soon ignored by Alex. It made him uncomfortable. Uneasy. ‘I’m all over the pce, damn-’

  “Voljar’s Honey, this one brings you.” Lost in his thoughts, he almost jumped when the male Khajiit appeared out nowhere. The man put a rge bottle – more of a jug – down on the table before disappearing again just as quickly. Looking at it, the drink had a golden color, almost glowing under tavern’s dim light.

  ‘Well, that looks good at least.’ He couldn’t help but gulp, smiling. ‘And I sound like an alcoholic, heh. Great. Let’s drink this and stop with the rolepying – that was enough acting for today.’ Alex made to pick up the jug of cider, but the thing did not even budge. He blinked, tensing his arm, but nothing.

  Not a single muscle showed on his arm, biceps and forearm staying pathetically soft no matter how much he strained. ‘Wow.’ He couldn’t help but be impressed, his previous embarrassment being swiftly repced with consternation. ‘When it said Weak and Squishy, I didn’t expect it to be so… This is just pathetic. Wait- can I even open jars now?’

  “Hey.” The consternation evaporated away, however, and his embarrassment returned even worse. Vic had put her hand on his thigh, and her breathy voice was close enough to tickle his ears. His – her – cheeks flushed, heat shooting up from where Vic- Anora’s hand touched her and up her core. “Here, let me pour it for you.”

  She kept her hand there, though, using her left one to easily pick up the heavy jug and pour it for Evelyn, filling her cup up to the rim. “I can expin the schools of magic for you tomorrow, so worry about it ter. I mean, it’s been a long day. Let’s rex, hmm?”

  “Yeah, I can drink to that.” She – he – replied, nervously ughing as she tried to ignore how Anora’s hand stayed on her thigh, holding it tenderly. ‘This isn’t- I mean, it can’t. She’s not, you know, flirting… is she? Yeah, no way. Seriously, she’s just too bze about personal space. I mean- the physical contact is fine and all. Doesn’t bother me, really. Yeah.’

  She took a sip, ignoring the flush in her cheeks. She then took another, blinking her eyes in surprise. Voljar’s Honey, the name was well earned. It tasted like honey on her mouth, but also left a hint of spiciness on the tip of her tongue. It was just the perfect amount of sweetness, spiciness, and sharpness – pure ambrosia, unlike anything she ever had.

  Her blush deepened, the afterburn of alcohol settling on her throat. Her skin tingled, somehow more sensitive. The hand on her thigh squeezed, surprising her, and she had to hold in her moan. ‘What is she- wow, I feel weird. Yeah, this is a bit much… even for her.’

  “Getting handsy, are we?” She awkwardly ughed, pushing the hand away. Anora just stared, however, eyes unusually focused. The dim light also highlighted her smile perfectly – cocky and eager – and her body felt bigger so close.

  “Too bold for you?” She whispered, smiling. ‘This is payback, then? I won’t say it’s undeserved.’ Evelyn, no- Alex could only bme his earlier overconfidence – trying to win a teasing competition against Victoria, of all people, had been an unwise decision.

  He shook his head, now determined to stop it. “Too forward.” He told her, raising a single eyebrow. “Now let me enjoy my drink in peace, woman.” That, at least, seemed to make her back off – though it never quite erased her grin.

  Thinking back on the past hour, he soon came to the conclusion that he should’ve been more moderate in his drinking. Turns out that height and weight made a world of difference in how much alcohol someone could tolerate – who would’ve thought? Not him, clearly.

  Tricked by the sweetness of his beverage, he didn’t even notice it before he was drunk. His- her eyes were a bit unfocused, her breathing soft and needy. She, no- he unconsciously held onto Vic with one arm, the other holding down the dress which kept hiking up. ‘Ugh, this was so stupid. Water and bed, that’s it.’

  ‘Hope the hungover isn’t too bad tomorrow.’ His thoughts were slow, but they were still present enough to admonish him. He also doubted he could string any words together without slurring. ‘Stupid, small body… can’t even take three cups. Ugh, that tasted too good. Ah~ want to sleep.’

  “Come on, let’s go.” Anora- Vic – the names swirled around his head, roles confused and distorted – took him by the waist, holding him with a firm grip. Her smell entranced Evelyn – Alex – stuffing her head with cotton. “Our bed is just by the staircase. The owner promised me that it would be big and sturdy enough to hold two people and not break. I doubt it, but we can test~”

  Her voice made his skin tingle with electricity, alighting every nerve with anticipation. ‘Not break? Huh-’ The warmth seemed to curl around in his- her belly, and Evelyn couldn’t help the ache that settled between her legs. Her entire body just refused to calm down, and her thinking couldn’t keep up with the new inputs.

  Before long, they stood in front of their room’s door. Anora stood behind her, towering over her small body. She kept a steady hand on the small of her back, eyes dulled with hunger. Of course, Evelyn remained oblivious to it all. ‘Sleep, I need it.’ She went inside without much hesitation, sighing in relief at the sight of the bed waiting for her-

  “Vic~” She hummed, confused. “Didn’t you-” She hiccupped, blinking. “-say there were~ twwo beds?” Then, she turned around to look at her roomie- She felt lips on her mouth, strawberry and cherry. The taste cut through the lingering sweetness of honey, sending sparks of heat down her spine.

  Evelyn moaned, gasping in surprise as she felt a tongue enter her mouth. It dominated hers, tasting every inch of her as if it could not have enough. She couldn’t breathe, but it felt good. Too good. Her thighs quivered together, shivering in equal delight and shock as Anora did not relent.

  A hand ran through her neck, holding her hair possessively, and another took her by the waist, easily picking her up in the air. “I want you.” The kiss stopped as Ani whispered inside her ears, breathy and needy, hands tightening their grasp over her. “I need you.”

  “Mmhn~“ Evelyn could do nothing but moan, body writhing with mind-numbing pleasure. Her amber eyes were fogged over, irises unfocused as the taste on her lips intensified. Then, her legs unconsciously wrapped around Anora’s powerful frame, hands holding onto her muscled back as the woman took her to bed.

  Her breasts were pressed against Anora’s, and they ached in steady beats. Nothing made sense. Thoughts became muddled, names all but losing meaning and shape. In that brief moment, all she could feel was Anora. Nothing else mattered but her warm touch on her skin. She clouded her every sense.

  “H-Ahhh!“ She didn’t even notice it as she was tossed up in the air and onto the bed. Anora stood before her, door already locked shut. The room’s warm light stood behind her, casting her shadow over the bed.

  Evelyn quivered, staring incomprehensibly at the person who she had known for two entire months. Someone she thought she knew. There was hunger in her eyes – an insatiable craving. “You look so beautiful. So perfect.” She took off her leather cuirass and cloak, kneeling onto the bed’s edge.

  Slowly, she inched closer, dark skin glinting under the dim light. It was as if a shadow was swallowing Evelyn whole, slowly savoring it. Anora put her hands on her skin, hiking the dress up her waist, eyes locked onto hers. There was nothing that those eyes couldn’t see – her blush, the way she squirmed under her firm touch, her half lidded eyes.

  Evelyn felt exposed, as if she couldn’t hide anything from the woman. The gaze cut through any barriers she put on – there was no Evelyn, no Alex, no acting or rolepying. Anora wanted it all. To taste and feel her skin. To hold and keep. To possess her. “Vic~” She tried, but had to hold in yet another moan.

  Anora had her panties rolled down her legs, hands squeezing around her hips tenderly. Evelyn just stared, seeing her own body – a woman’s body – quiver in pleasure as her roommate got closer and closer. The sight only seemed to hammer home all the changes that she had gone through. Her curves, her soft skin, her pliable body…

  “Ah~” Anora’s warm breath settled over her most intimate part, sending sparks up her spine. “I want you to say my name more.” She lowered her head, lips teasing her pussy. Evelyn’s thighs were held firmly to the side by Anora’s strong arms, and she could muster no strength. She couldn’t do anything.

  “NGH~!” A gasp left her pouty lips. Her whole world seemed to turn white for a brief second, toes curling up as her every nerve lit up. Anora entered her, hot tongue exploring every crevice. Slick. Cold. Warm. Everything at the same time.

  The lingering taste of strawberries and cherry on her lips pulsed with the pressure between her legs, clouding every thought. Anora’s tongue didn’t relent, curling and flicking every single nerve it could reach. Too good. Too much.

  Evelyn’s eyes teared up, mouth left half open in a silent scream of pleasure. “Waiit~” Begging did not work, however. Instead, Anora’s right hand stopped holding onto her and settled between her legs. Pinching two fingers, she smirked and then- "Oh~ Aahh! STOPP-”

  Her legs quivered, body shooting up from the bed as two fingers flicked her clit. Her body couldn’t escape, however – it was boxed in by Ani, held down by her unmoving frame. There was nowhere to go, no pause to the pleasure. She could only scream, mewl, and shiver pathetically as she orgasmed.

  “You taste so good~” A breathy whisper, warm and vibrating against her skin. “I want more.” Then, there was the sound of Anora’s skirt falling to the side, clinking as it fell on the floor. She stood up, hands put to the sides of Evelyn. Her abs gleamed under the dim light, sweat running down her breasts as she hungrily breathed in Eve’s smell.

  Suddenly, something meaty fell down on Evelyn’s exposed belly. Heavy, blistering hot. It reached all the way to her belly button, pulsing rhythmically over her skin. “Haah~?” Unconsciously, her pouty lips puckered, wanting another kiss even as she couldn’t understand the new sensation.

  “Don’t worry, Eve~ I’m sure you can take it.” Anora whispered inside her ears, biting them as she did. “So I won’t be gentle, sorry. I’ve just waited for way too long.” She kissed her, also biting her bottom lips as she did. Everything went white again.

  Evelyn's legs went up in the air, wrapping around Anora, and she moaned into the kiss – half a scream, half a moan. She cried as Anora thrust inside her. Dark spots formed in the corners of her eyes, and her head felt fuzzy as if stuffed with cotton. She couldn't understand the sensation. It broke through her, spearing blistering heat inside her body.

  When she stopped kissing her, Evelyn stared down, looking in confusion as a meaty and girthy cock plunged inside her. It had to be at least 9 inches long – maybe even 10. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, she had her tongue out, breathing heavily as Anora peppered her neck with kisses and bites. Everywhere the lips touched seemed to light up with electricity, thrumming with need.

  But that still wasn't enough – her mistress wasn't satisfied yet. Anora took her wrapped legs, pushing them against the bed. Eve's ankles stood at the same level as her head, bottom sluttily sticking out for Ani to pound. Her roommate looked down, licked her lips, and plunged her hips down with all her strength. PLAP!

  Her cock broke through any resistance, clinging to her insides perfectly. She bottomed out, groaning as she held Evelyn down. "AHH!" And her slutty screams only seemed to encourage her hunger. Anora wanted more. She wanted to break her. She wanted her to cry. To hold onto her. To hear her beg. To comfort her. "Yeesh~ shooo GOod!"

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Up and down, she hammered inside her like an enraged bull. Her abs tensed, muscles straining, and teeth biting her lips as she groaned in satisfaction. The sight of Evelyn quivering, tears in her eyes, was irrepceable. It filled her with need and love. Love. Love. Love. She would continue until the next morning – she just couldn't stop. "So beautiful."

  "Pleashee~" Eve moaned incoherently, not even sure what she was begging for anymore. It didn't stop, however. No matter how much she pleaded, begged, or mewled, Anora did not stop. The bed groaned as she was pounded into it, thighs and breasts jiggling with each impact. Her toes curled up, brain shutting off more and more with each passing second. This hell of pleasure continued on for minutes – Anora her relentless and unforgiving mistress.

  Then, Ani pushed more, and something suddenly popped open like a balloon. Evelyn's womb kissed her, holding it locked tight inside. She and Evelyn looked at one another – mouths held open in silent screams – and for a moment it felt like they were but a single body. The moment didn't st very long, though.

  All the strength left Evelyn's limbs, eyes going wide as her body exploded with ecstasy. For a moment, there were no thoughts on her mind and she had a dumb smile on her face. She couldn't remember her name, her family, anything. All that mattered was Anora and her body. Her arms fell to the side, no longer capable of clinging to her 'lover,' and she mewled.

  The sight proved to be too much to Anora. She suddenly gasped, groaning as she filled Eve with her cum. It stuffed her womb, spilling out onto the sheets from its sheer volume. Shaking her hips, she grunted as she pressed herself against Evelyn's soft body. "I love you- I love you- I love you-" She whispered, but the target of her affections was already long gone, forced into unconsciousness.

  "I've loved you for so long."

  sillyAnon