Exhausted, her first thought was to go to the local inn.
When she stepped inside, the smell of roast beef filled her nostrils which made her mouth water.
The place was less shabby than Riften's tavern, but nothing of a palace.
A Nordic bard was playing the flute. He gave her a playful wink as she walked over to the counter.

 

 

She needed two things right now: food and rest.
After reserving a room with the innkeeper, she ordered him to serve her food there.
Then she added that he brings her a tub of hot water so that she can wash herself.

 

 

After the attempted assault on her in Riften, she did not intend to make the same mistake again.
The dark-haired, middle-aged man nodded, pointed to her room where she headed.
A few minutes later, someone knocked, the innkeeper brought her his pittance as well as a tub of hot water and a clean linen.
Once the innkeeper resumed his occupations, she  blocked the door to her room with a chair. Better safe than sorry.
Flora took off her clothes and began to wash, removing the sweat and dirt from her skin.

 

 

 

She sat down on the bed to eat her meal before lying down and falling asleep almost instantly.

 

 

 

When she finally woke up, several hours had passed. Flora felt invigorated after this much-deserved rest.
She got dressed then left the inn to resume her journey.

 

 

 

Night was already falling outside. She followed the path and saw a merchant sign: "Riverwood Trader".

 

 

"I should stop by before it closes to grab some supplies." she thought.
Voices rang out as she crossed the threshold of the store.

"I'll be leaving after dinner, Alvor is already expecting me I bet. What a shame having to go to Whiterun at night." said a man's voice.
"It's not like you have a choice. It's for the annual Whiterun County traders meeting.
The Jarl himself demands that every merchant in the county participate. " answered a woman's voice.

As Flora entered, two heads turned to her.
Behind his counter strewn with supplies was a man with short hair and jet black eyes.
In front of him stood a sublime pale-skinned woman with long dark hair, falling in waves over her shoulders.

"Ah, a customer! Welcome to our humble shop miss" said the man to Flora's attention.
The woman just said hello, staring at her with a strange look in her eyes.

 

 

"We have all kinds of goods. How can I help you?" resumed the man.
"Several things. First of all dried meat, wine and honey."

The fire in the hearth reflected its light on Flora's body, which the merchant stared at for a moment before remembering that he was being spoken to.
"I should have all of this, one moment please ..."
He walked over to the shelves behind him to look for the goods.

Suddenly, Flora felt a hand gently stroke her left buttock.

 

 

 

She turned around, the woman then gave her a malicious wink.

 

 

"Here are your provisions, do you want something else with this?"

Disconcerted Flora replied:
"Hem ... I would also need some blade sharpening stones, lantern oil, and a bag to carry everything."
The merchant bent down to rummage under the counter.

At that moment Flora felt the girl's hand touch her again. This time she gripped her ass with force, kneading it almost to hurt.

 

 

 

 

She didn't flinch, she could have severed her hand with a movement, but she didn't want to create an uproar.
The man got up and the hand that was rubbing her behind withdrew.

"Here it is, everything is here, do not hesitate if you need anything else."

Flora could see the eyes of the merchant who was trying not to look at her chest.

Her gaze fell on two books with covers adorned with strange symbols as well as a katana with a curved blade.

Items the merchant had pulled from under the counter.

 

 

Thinking that the books could be erotic novels she loved so much, she asked:
"What kind of book are these?"

"Well these are magic books, the first is about an illusion spell and the second is a healing spell I think.
Nords hate magic, we've had them in stock for a while. Listen, I'll give you a friend price if you take them.
Let's say 50 septims. This is a golden opportunity. "

Flora was not very excited when she learned that this was not the type of book she expected.
At the same time she was intrigued by this illusion spell which might be useful to her, who knows?

"Alright I'll take them."
Looking happy to get rid of the books, the merchant added them to the rest before putting them away in a backpack.

"What about that weapon on the counter?"

 

 

"An old man sold it to us, supposedly an inheritance. It's good steel, let's say 250 septims and it's yours!"

"I'll take it if you drop the price to 200."

"Well, usually I would have refused, but for a young lady as beautiful as you I will sell it to you at this price.
This will make a total of 465 septims. "

Flora was paying when the woman began to speak.

 

 

"You are an adventurer, aren't you?" she said.
"Sort of." Flora answered evasively.
"Which direction are you going?"
"Toward the east."
"We have been told that there are bandits on the road, as well as a pack of wolves on the mountain side. I will be you, I will wait until the morning to leave." the man said.

"Thanks but I can defend myself, don't worry about it."
"How about staying for dinner here, you can always leave later." resumed the woman.
"Camilla, what ..." retorted the man, apparently not very cheerful at the idea of offering a free meal to a stranger.
"Lucan, would you have lost all sense of hospitality. She just won you a week's salary in ten minutes and you…" she snapped.
"Very good, very good, welcome to our house, make yourself comfortable while waiting for the meal to be served." he said glaring at the so-called Camilla.

Flora understood very well where Camilla was going with this, but she decided to play along ... for now.
"I gladly accept." Flora said in anticipation of what was to follow.
"I haven't introduced myself. My name is Lucan Valerius and this is my sister Camilla."
"Nice to meet you, my name is Flora de Castilles."
"De Castilles? I've heard that name somewhere before ... yes, I remember it was the name of a noble family from the imperial city of Cyrodiil. Coincidentally, we are from Cyrodiil too! Does the name of Valerius mean anything to you? "
"No sorry." Flora simply retorted.

Seeing that she didn't want to dwell on the subject, Lucan didn't insist and offered to go upstairs to wait for dinner.
They went upstairs while Camilla busied herself with serving the meal downstairs.
After sitting down to table, Lucan began to narrate recent events in the region. Nothing out of the ordinary.

 

 

Soon after, Camilla brought the meal, dressed in a much more suggestive outfit.

 

 

"Camilla, what is this outfit?" his brother growled.
"For once we have a guest, we might as well dress well."
"Guests first." she said, leaning over Flora, giving hier an unparalleled view of the cleavage of her breasts.

 

 

Then she walked behind her, brushing her hair with one hand.

She served her brother and then herself before adding, slapping her forehead: "Damn, what a scatterbrain, I forgot the drinks."
Passing back behind Flora, she dropped her tray, which hit the ground with a dull thud.

Lucan didn't even turn his head and began to eat while Flora turned to his sister.
Camilla got down to fours, out of sight of her brother, offering an unrivaled view of her rump,

her panties hanging over one of her thighs, exposing her pussy.

 

 

 

She picked up her tray and then stood up, giving Flora an amused smile before going downstairs.
She came up a few seconds later bringing something to quench their thirst and then sat down to table.

Lucan asks Flora what she was doing in the area and she told him about her recent adventures,

leaving out the scabrous details and the murders at the Riften Inn.

After a few bottles of wine the atmosphere was relaxed when suddenly Flora felt that someone was playing footsie with her.
Of course it was Camilla again. Flora kept her cool, letting absolutely nothing show on her face.

 

 

Lucan was about to tell a local legend about the ruins overlooking the village, Bleak Falls Barrow, when there was a knock on the door.
Camilla got up and went downstairs. She climbed the stairs a few seconds later.

"It's Alvor, he's coming to get you to go to Whiterun."
"Already? I told him we'll be leaving after dinner."
"You know how he is, and then you're almost done with your meal, just grab something for the road."
"What a pain in the ass!" Lucan replied coldly before getting up.
"I wish you a good trip Flora, it was a pleasure."

Behind him, his sister was touching herself, her panties hanging over one of her thighs again.

 

 

 

"It's my pleasure!"
After which he got out, followed by Camilla who hastily put her underwear back on. They spoke a little, then she heard the door close.
Camilla went up again and stood in front of Flora blocking her way.

 

 

"Finally alone, I couldn't take it anymore." she said looking at the curves of Flora's body.
"You, my little one, I saw immediately what kind of girl you were."

"The kind of girl?" retorted Flora who did not like the turn of events.

 

 

"You're all about the little slut, and I have to say it turned me on as soon as I saw you." Camilla replied, a slightly crazy gleam in her eyes.
"And then, let's be honest, a little aristocrat like you, playing adventurers. The sword, the stories all that is bogus, isn't it?
You're nothing but a little whore going from town to town to be fucked by the first comer. I'm sure of that."

"Oh really? But too bad for you I'm not in the mood today."

"Do you really think I'm going to pass up an opportunity like this? My brother is a tyrant who never lets me go out to tell you the truth.
I'm only here to cook for him, wash his clothes and do the housework while he gets drunk at the tavern. "

"So? It's not my problem ... You're wasting my time with this bullshit"

"Bullshit ?!" Said Camilla with a look of madness in her eyes.
"Oh no my dear, if you think I'm going to let you go like that it's not knowing me well ... I'll take good care of you Miss De Castilles!"
The same pattern as her escapade in the orichalcum mine was pictured again except that the last time she was in front of two outstanding fighters.
Camilla was absolutely not a warrior or anything close to it. She was only a woman sexually frustrated, under the yoke of her brother.

Flora decided to act out for a few more seconds to see what this woman had in store for her.
Camilla looked at her as Flora pretended to be embarrassed and docile.

 

 

She then walked over to the chest of drawers in the room, opened it and pulled out a strap-on dildo.

 

"Do you know what it is? I'm an idiot, of course a tart like you knows!"
She showed it to Flora and said : "A woman had sold it to my brother some time ago, I put it aside, I never had the opportunity to use it, until now.
I think the time has come to use this beautiful toy. Come on, let's have a little fun. When I'm done with you, little bitch, you'll have

to crawl to the next town."

 

Flora, who was fed up with being insulted, thought : "So like that, 'Madame' wants to play the dominatrix? She's going to regret it ..."
Flora walked innocently over to her playing the submission card.

 

 

"That's it! Come on, get on all fours little bitch!"

Flora pretended to bow, grabbed her by the wrist and then pulled her violently towards her causing Camilla to fall hard on her knees,

releasing the strap-on in the process.
Shocked by the turnaround, the woman couldn't say anything.

"How about we swap roles? I really want to play the dominatrix right away!"

"Let go of me, get your hands off me!" Camilla managed to shout in a small shrill voice, not so confident now.
Without answering, Flora slid her underwear to the floor, then still firmly holding Camilla said: "Now lick me!"

"Who do you think you're dragging yourself for, you think you can give me orders under my own roof."

"'Your roof?' It's more your brother's from what I've seen! " Flora retorted before grabbing her forcefully by the hair.

"Come on, my pussy isn't going to lick itself on its own!"

"Go fuck yourself!" Camilla yelled. A slap struck Camilla's face, who remained stunned.
Flora didn't give her time to recover and buried her face in her crotch, holding her firmly.

 

 

"Come on, lick me or you'll start to run out of air." Flora said jovially.
A muffled cry came from her crotch, before she felt a wet lump of flesh wander feverishly over her slit.

 

 

 

 

Flora released her grip a bit and Camilla's face almost in tears, red with shame appeared to her.
"Well, you see, it wasn't that hard."

 

 

Camilla didn't answer but continued to awkwardly lick Flora's vulva.

 

 

 

"Come on, make an effort! Don't forget to run your tongue well over my clitoris, I really like that..."

 

 

 

 

Sexually dominating another person was a first for Flora. It was without a doubt one of the best experiences she could have had.
She was sure now: she is more of the domineering type rather than submissive. She remembered her experience with the

two half-elves and now understood what she had
felt to be in a position of strength in front of her. It was just intoxicating.

"Now put your tongue inside!"

She felt Camilla try to escape under her and grabbed her wrist and squeezed it violently like a vice.

"Oh no, my dear ... Flight is not an option."

Now firmly Camilla, she literally sat down on his face which found itself locked between her thighs, her mouth against her pussy.

 

 

Something like "mmmmmmmmmmm" came out of Camilla's throat, before Flora felt her tongue enter her vagina and twitch again.

 

 

This feeling of power and domination was terribly exciting.
Flora could feel the woman's hot breath on her private parts, her tongue trying its best to work its way inside her, and her pulse pounding on her wrist.
Her pelvis accompanied the movements of the woman's tongue and her right hand firmly pressed her head against her groin.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Half lost in this feeling of intense pleasure, Flora would soon come.

 

 

 

When suddenly Camilla stopped licking her. Frustrated that she cuts off her orgasm, Flora grabs her by the hair.

"So? You want to be a headstrong?" Flora told her icily.

"I don't want to ..." Camilla tried to answer when Flora's hand hit her hard on her right cheek.

She was about to burst into tears, massaging her sore cheek, which excited Flora madly.

"Shut up, you will speak when I give you the order to!"

 

 

 

Flora dragged her by the hair before throwing her against the floor bluntly. She sat above his face then sat down with all her weight on it.

 

 

"Come on you know what to do, right? What did you call me? Ah yes, little bitch!"
Flora laughed as Camilla gasped, her mouth and nose blocked by the crotch now covered in saliva, and love juices.
Camilla stopped struggling slowly and her tongue ran through Flora's private parts again, who corrected her position to allow her to breathe.

 

 

 

Camilla was doing better now and Flora, all excited by her position of superiority and the licks she enjoyed, didn't take long to be about to come.

 

 

 

She was holding Camilla's head as she continued to lick her, rubbing her crotch on her face.

 

 

 

 

 

Until without warning, she let her orgasm explode in the face of the unfortunate.
The girl gave a small cry as her face and mouth were sprayed with her orgasm.

Flora fully appreciated this moment of intense pleasure still holding firmly the head of Camilla who was forced to swallow most of the liquid.

Satisfied, Flora released her and stood up, the crotch soaked.

The woman was lying on the floor, breathing hard, soiled, her face flushed, humiliated and covered in fluid, no more rebellious sparkle in her eyes.

 

 

Her bikini top annoying her, Flora pulled it off, tossing it aside.
She took a look at her sex, her groin was covered with a mixture of love juices, feminine ejaculation and Camilla's saliva.
Taking Camilla by the arm, she forced her to sit up on her knees.

 

 

"Look at what you did, you're going to clean this up for me right away!" Flora ordered, pointing to her lower abdomen.

 

 

"It's disgusting! I don't want to ..." Camilla complained before Flora slapped her again, harder this time, which threw her against the dresser.

 

 

"I didn't allow you to speak to me, dirty bitch."
Camilla was sniffling, tears at the edges of her eyes. It was not Flora's habit to treat someone this way,

but she couldn't resist the urge to humiliate her.

 

 

"Don't try my patience, bring your ass back and clean this up for me."
Camilla walked slowly towards Flora, lowering her head then knelt down and obediently began to give her little licks.

 

 

"That's it, you are a good girl."

 

 

Lucan's sister was doing her best to clean Flora's crotch, her tongue meticulously exploring every nook and cranny.
The tickles made Flora's excitement rise a little more.

 

 

 

 

 

"Don't forget to clean the inside well, too." she said, grabbing his arm and pushing her head further between her thighs.
She felt Camilla's tongue creep inside her, which brought her closer to her next orgasm.

 

 

 

 

"It's much better than before, really you're improving, it's like second nature to you, right?"
Dangerously close to ultimate pleasure, the last lick from Camilla as well as her attempt to protest which turned into a "Mmmmm" was enough for Flora to come again, more powerfully than previously.

She literally exploded in Camilla's mouth, pouring long hot spurts, which she was forced to swallow in large gulps, Flora now with all her strength her mouth against her vulva.
When she released her grip, the young woman collapsed to the ground, coughing, suffocating, her eyes tearful.

Flora lowered her head and her gaze fell on the strap-on dildo lying on the floor.
A malicious idea occurred to her ...

She came back to Camilla, after having equipped the object and then addressed her: "It was not bad, now let's move up a gear, will you?"

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...