Senna knelt before Hod Jarnsmidur and marveled at the hardness of his manhood.  "By Dibella's Succulent Lips, you're thick.  I know your paying a good fortune for my services, but swallowing this beautiful cock is to its base going to be a challenge."

"Can you do it?" quipped the Blacksmith, "or must I seek another lover for the evening?  Maybe the dark-skinned beauty Anwen could fair better with her lips?"

"Oh, I'm up to the challenge but I'll need a little compensation," replied Senna, "something to work this magnificent chunk of meat into my mouth."  She begins licking the head of his organ softly before he replies.

His moth drops and he moans exhaling softly but with volume.  Hod realizes he is in deep in the sexual mechanizations that is the Temple of Dibella in Markarth.  These women are very good at what they do.