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9 AM Tirdas, 26th of First Seed 198 4E Considering all that has occurred I had to ponder for a bit my next moves, should I continue to gaze at my well formed physique? Should I attempt to get dressed and try and figure out how to get Vern out of the estate undetected? Maybe I should just throw myself out the window and be done with it, crumpling every single bone in my body, a truly instantaneous death. No, no that would be too easy, I should be punished for my crimes, after all the Gods have seen it fit to punish me so far. I think I'll go join him in the showers for a bit, maybe that will ease my mind. I turn my gaze towards the shower rooms curtain, a lovely smooth white veil that flows about with even the slightest air current. I hangs about 6 feet wide with golden embroidery brushing gently at it's bottom the polished stone floor. It really fits the room the white and gold really accent the brown sandstone walls and floors, letting the sun give the place natural warmth just like the rest of the house. the curtain stands a few steps away from the full body mirror behind me and the face mirror slightly above the wash basin I am using to clean my face. I give myself one last look over, smelling my underarms only to find a horrible stench emitting from them, "I definitely should get in there before I head out". While I'm walking over to the showering room a hear a soft humming coming from underneath the water, it sounds to me like one of those foreign songs bards sing to their children. The only thing I can make out is "One stands away to sea.......lovers all alone.......until the waters deep.......a lovers life forgone", it sounds like more of a sad song now more than anything, I'd hate to be the guy being sun that in memory of. I always dreaded the idea of dying at sea, no one to hear your cries, just the dangerous marine life gnawing at your drowned bones at the sea floor, tragic. I make my way to the curtain and move it back to see the small room, the same polished stone with inlaid pictures of water flowing, rivers and people bathing in them. There are about four circular windows that look more like holes in the wall stand worked into the three walls covering the bath, one on the side with the benches, another on the side with the tub and two on the side with the showers all inlaid with typical yoku phrases. My favorite one that's on the northern most portal is "Don't drop the soap", someone should tell that to Vern hahaha. The funny thing is I never really noticed any of this stuff before, I guess I just took it for granted not paying attention to the details of even my own room. Nevertheless, I have to get washed then dressed so I continue to the tub on the left hand side of the room, all the while seeing Vern obliviously washing his hair humming his tune. I shake my head and sit in the warm sunlit waters of the tub, circular in shape while at the same time being big enough to fit two adult people; fortunately for me all the toiletries like my soap and wash tools are positioned on the wall supporting the tub either hanging on hooks or set on stone shelves. As I'm sitting in the tub feeling the sunlight pour down on me, I close my eyes contemplating upon my thoughts, " Man this bath sure feels good, the water is just right not warm and not to cold.......maybe I should turn the jet on?" "Nah, the jet might be too much, I'll just sit here and relax...........what about Vern I could kill him and burn his body with a fire spell.........nah that would be just plain evil, plus he's in enough pain already considering his bottom must be worm out from my rigorous youthful attacks." "I could just disguise him as a teacher or merchant or something, and slip out of the back entrance near the stables relatively easily.........yeah I think I should do that, and maybe I should also throw on some illusion magic too to seal the deal." All the while I am collecting my thoughts, I feel a wet heat brush up against my cock and breathing near my face, I don't even open my eyes nor tilt my head up from its position resting on the warm stone behind me. Already knowing who and what this is I let out a sigh, "Vern don't you ever take a break? Your appetites are like that of a mountain ogrim, who's 8 months pregnant" The only response I got back was a slight giggle and the sound of water splashing as I was joined by my unscrupulous boy lover. Vern had taken my shaft in hand and aligned it with his pulsating pucker, all the while hovering over me in a straddling fashion glistening from the waist up from the shower and water droplets he had accumulated on himself. The half of his body that was under the warm bath water quickly increased in size as he slowly lowered himself onto me, gasping and biting his lip in what looked to be anticipation. I felt even more blood rush down to my half awakened rod as the heat of his rectum wrapped around my ever encroaching manhood like a wet bandage on an old wound. Overcome with what one can only call extreme lust, the fuckboy decided to bring my head up from my perfectly comfortable resting position up to his where he intended to stare into my eyes for a time. Albeit this did not go as he had quite planned as I decided to turn the tables on him for his insolence, pressing my lips against his steamy, plump orifice. I, never once breaking our eye contact, rolled my tongue around in his mouth battling for dominance, tasting the honey treats he had been eating the night before on my tongue. The only thing the poor sod could do was moan into our passionate kiss as he began to ride me out even faster, moving from the once slow bouncing to vigorous grinding and slapping on his bubbly ass cheeks onto my toned legs. "This guy is going to break my dick", I thought as the motions became even more frantic and passionate, "He is worse than a Khajiit in heat while high off of skooma!" I have never before seen such vigor in him before, it was almost like he wanted to prove something to me....maybe he wanted to show me he is worth the risk of being with him. No matter what his reasons are, the one thing I know for sure is that he is a bonafide cum freak, a cum freak who happens to be in love with a young crown noble. The mere presence of this heathen barbarian in my household would mean an endless torrent of bad news for me and my family, despite the pleasure of his wet, clingy asshole I have got to get him out of here without anyone noticing. This thought permeates my mind as I am giving him what he desires, gripping his hip with one hand and his plump ass with another. Pumping harder and harder until about 30 or so minutes pass and I begin to feel my end approaching. " I need to keep this short, the servants always come around early to clean the chambers and I don't have much time before they arrive", I stand up firmly hilted inside of him still pumping in and out of him furiously, gripping his hips to make sure he doesn't fall, slowly making my way to the window where the dawn is just getting at it's strongest. He, not surprisingly, isn't that heavy and i his lust, eyes rolled back in his head with the silliest look on his face, didn't even notice me lift him up and begin to move around. The saliva dripping from his open drooling mouth is a funny and amusing distraction from his nails digging into my back. "This boy lover better not ruin my handsome visage.....if he does he will never be able to walk again I swear!" I thought as I gave my last few deep trusts into his backside, groaning in an act of sweet revenge hitting his prostate along the way to his deepest recesses. Once at his core I let out a roar akin to that of an angry lion, unloading my jet after jet of pearly white baby juice into his used hole. In fact it was so powerful that even I had to sit back down, heavily breathing, a slight smile on my face upon noticing the damage I had done to him. He looked as if he had been shot in the foot, shot in the knee, and orgasmed upon said injuries all at once as the vast quantities of semen left my spasming sack into his spasming rectum. The amount of "love" I poured into him was so much that even his tight asshole couldn't hold it all, leading to a literal cascading waterfall of jism beginning to flow out of his sore rosebud. Vern's expression got even more hilarious as this whole process was happening, I have never seen anyone make a face quite like this one before. The face he made was so distracting I did not even notice his weak little spurts of his own juices floating under the water, mixing with my superior copious amounts of seed. As I looked down to see this occurrence I heard the words "So much...." weakly uttered out of his blubbering mouth. Apparently I had thoroughly broken him, "You should know that we redguards will always make a way....this time I made one in your ass!" He just smiled at this remark rubbing his belly, slightly coming to out of his blissful haze, " I can never go back to Imperial men now, not after what you did to me" he said as he lovingly pecked my lips. " You are the only man I could ever love, Div." Love? A man? Bah! Preposterous. "I should let him down easy" I thought, Vern I like you and all, and I'm not going to lie your ass is wonderful.......but I can only ever love a woman and unless you can somehow bear children all we can and could be are friends. With that last statement I could see his mood change, no longer was he in a haze, he was fully attentive to what I had to say. He said nothing, his eyes however did all the talking. The had a mix of sadness, anger, hurt, lust, jealousy and betrayal with love being the last thing I could gleam form his eyes and body language. I didn't want to hurt the poor guy.... I just couldn't live with myself if I lied to him and reciprocated his feelings. I would bring dishonor to myself and my family not only for being with him, but for lying to him and myself that we could be anything more than friends. He continued his silent treatment, getting out of the bath, using the running shower water to clean his butthole out. When I tried to touch him all he did was pull away and I swore I saw a tear or two roll down his face. In all my time of knowing Vern I have never seen him cry. This made me feel terrible but my sense of urgency snapped me back to reality, in Hegathe if I was caught with him we both could be dead for a multitude of reasons. And rightly so, we are committing an act that is heresy, blaspheming nature no less! There's only so far I can go with this before I turn myself in to the authorities and resign myself to figuring out a plan to get him out of here unnoticed. I put one hand on his cold shoulder, asking him can he hurry along and get dressed for me, doing this in the nicest way possible I offered up a weak smile to assure him of my good intent. "Let's just go..." he said as he began to dry himself off grabbing a large bath towel on his way out of the bathing room, all the while tiny droplets of cream and water dripping out of hiss hole, down his cheeks and thighs. I followed suit, turning off the pipes to the water and grabbing a towel after him seeing his solemn form shambling over to the dressing room and closet on the left side of the bathrooms rooms entrance. My heart sinking, I followed suit into the somewhat narrow rectangular room. Almost knocking over a houseplant in front of the curtains hanging on the window. I motioned for him to sit down on one of the lounge chairs I had placed before the changing curtains as I dug in the closets for something he could wear to disguise himself with. Hanging up on the closet closest to the curtain was my older sisters old, gown. As this used to be her room I thought nothing of it being there, it was very convenient after all, but such is the way of things. I picked it up off the rack handing it to him, the only thing bluer than the room we were in was his mood as he slowly picked over the dress commenting on how nice the design was and how soft it felt. His enthusiasm was less than half of what it normally was and you could tell, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a scimitar, leading me to make a somewhat uneasy comment "Well this should offer as a good disguise, look it even comes with a hood and mask to cover your face" I said as I handed him the other piece of the outfit I found as his remarks came. "Why don't we both get dressed so we can sneak out of here soon" I said, grabbing my lucky amulet. He said nothing and shuffled over to and behind the dressing curtain, I shook my head and rummaged through my personal closet to look for my favorite gear. I immediately saw my trusty white, old tunic, that of which my great grandfather wore in his youth, underneath my brown silk reinforced leather pants. I had always admired Cyrus and his exploits so when I saw a painting one of my ancestors did of him I deiced to "adapt" some of that style. Digging a bit more through my closet I found my undergarments, my red gold embroidered jacket (inlaid with the symbol of my house), and my fathers fishing cap that "borrowed" from him one night hunting for goodies he likes to hide in he and my mothers room. I take off my towel, buck ass nude for the world to see, getting a peak from behind the changing curtain, unfolding the leather pants to get ready to put them on as I hold my under trousers around my ankles. Pulling them up I put on my pants and proceed to don my tunic and jacket, saving the rounded, bowl shaped fishing hat for last, scouring the floor for my favorite pair of black steel, reinforced boots. After finding them and putting them on I meandered over to the mirror in the bathroom to check my appearance, "Flawless as usual" I thought as I called out to Vern to ask if he was ready. I heard no answer, only saw one; out of the closet and dressing room and into the main sleeping area I saw Vern. My sisters old garments fit him nicely, showing off his woman like curves and buttocks, while all the while still concealing his identity having the mask and hood operate as added assurance, only showing his wonderful bright eyes still showing hints of sadness. I began to hurry him along stating we have to go...now, as through the windows I could see the light of day shining clearly onto my bedspread. “It’s time to go”, I said in a rushed tone, “There is no telling when the maids will come to check up on me and clean this room. Swiftly grabbing Vern’s dainty hand, I led him out of the door at the end of my room’s entry hallway, an old wooden door easily pushed open on account of no one bothering to replace it. Through the door with Vern’s hand in mine I lead him down the winding stairs that form the tower in which I inhabit. Fresh new torches and windows line the sides of the walls going downwards to the main floor of the estate. The faintest of day light in its blood red glow comes in helping to guide our path downwards, albeit this didn’t help Vern much as he had tripped on one of the stairs coming down leading me to carry him bridal style onwards. We came close enough to the bottom to be able to see the hallway that leads to the courtyard, “The coast should be clear, let’s try to get to….” I heard footsteps and chatter coming from the left side outside of the hallway, these were heavy footsteps mind you like that of a soldier on the march. I told Vern to stay hidden in the darkness while I assessed the threat, peeking my head out from the doorframe ever so slowly until… Wham! I got smacked in the face with a leather covered hand, almost blacking out I clutched my face holding my nose to keep the blood from running down. Slowly I looked up and in my blurry jarred vision I saw the uncouth ruffian who assaulted me, it was my older brother Jarad clad in our houses signature colors adorning his leather armor. Jarad is my older brother by 5 years he is the captain of the Heagthe City Guard and eldest male of my siblings. Jarad has always been an asshole to me, always teasing me and pranking me for being the middle child. He stood about a few inches taller than me with a broad frame and chiseled features; we almost look like twins save for the only differences being he is much bigger than I for one and his gnarly scar sitting on the left side of his face. I had grown up seeing him fight in tournaments always getting first or second place in the hand to hand and weapons competitions, father would always tell me how I should grow up and be like him, a legendary warrior and all that. Total nonsense, my brother has no finesse he’s just a hulking brute that swings his weapon around like a club. Anyways, I looked up at him angrily saying nothing to rebuttal his annoying mule sounding laughter, there was one thing on my mind, revenge. Not thinking, I tackled him, flinging my blood all over the floor and onto his armor this of course was no remedy as all he did was laugh even harder and try and weakly wrestle me back. “C’mon you bastard fight like a man, only a coward sucker punches someone like that!” I said angrily, “Juji (Juji in Yoku means “little midget”), you talk of sneaking? I am not the one creepy through dark hallways in the wee hours of the morning! Ha-ha!” “Fuck you, you bastard, you always do this horseshite to me!” I said as I wrestled him totally forgetting about Vern hiding in the shadows with his finger up his ass or something- typical Imperials. We tussled for a few more minutes until I got the best of him forcing him to admit some form of defeat, “Alright alright, get offa me you lout, you win” he said in between his chuckles. I rise off of him, watching anxiously for another sneak attack as he dusted himself off. “Juji why are you up so early, creeping about through the dark like a lizardman? Whenever we go to the tavern you usually end up piss drunk and sleep till noon-what changes it this time little brother?” I contemplate how to answer him, if I tell him of my situation with Vern he will never let me hear the end of it, but if I don’t tell him and he finds out the other way it could be even worse. I really shouldn’t lie to my brother but what the hell, were human, “To be honest brother I got up early to try and head to the stables, I wanted to check up on Ptra, he has been acting sluggish lately and I wanted to see if he is ok.” He sat there and rubbed his bare chin for a second, “Hmm…. I can’t say I haven’t noticed that some of the animals have been acting strangely lately…. I suppose you are right for once Juji” “Go and check up on the horses……Oh I almost forgot” Jarad said in a somewhat exited tone “Today is the Nerr’uri , father and mother have invited all our relatives from all over Tamriel, I heard even Kita will be visiting too.” A wild smirk hit his face as he said that last bit, while I felt nothing but dread. Kita?! Coming back home?! Dammit all I thought that bitch was killed in the War. Fuck. Kita is the oldest member of the main family’s children, a terrible truly cruel and vindictive bitch of a woman. She was first in line to inherit the managing of our family estate, from birth she was taught nothing but the lofty responsibility she had in our family. The weight of our entire house was on her shoulders, and unfortunately for us, all that weight went right up to her big fat swollen head. She used to terrorize us when our parents or grandparents weren’t there, making us play her sick games like Hold Your Breath In a Pool, The Punching Game, and the worst of all Dibella’s Horror. The worst part about Dibella’s Horror wasn’t even that she used Imperial Gods, the worst part was she used to abuse us. Everyone except the four youngest siblings got this abuse, and it may seem like my brother thinks it was funny on the outside but I know him. He hurts just like the rest of us, the type of stuff that comes out of the House of Bal puts what she did to us to shame. When we heard she was leaving a couple of years ago to go to Daggerfall to be a bodyguard for some pansy noble, we are all relieved, even Jarad. She was always an excellent fighter and tactician and I guess that turned out to be a blessing in disguise as we finally got a break for once. “Say it ain’t so brother? Please let her be dead, please let it just be a rumor!” “I’m afraid not little brother” Jarad said with a grim look “Father received a letter from Lord Tyran of Daggerfall saying that Kita will be granted paid leave to observe this holiday. Looked official to me, had the seal and everything.” With a sigh Jarad said sarcastically looks like big dongo is coming home”. Of all the no shiran in Heagthe father had the most connections, our masonry is legendary and a very lucrative business, it is no surprise he could convince that pasty Breton to let Kita come home. After all this time and all the foul things Kita has done, she was still father’s favorite, even despite her “condition”. Dammit, now I have to deal with this bullshit, well such is my life seeing as the gods see it fit to punish me for whatever reason. “Well little brother I have done my job, go check on those animals before you head over to the main house, if you don’t mine I’m going to grab myself a servant girl, a bottle of wine and a nice shady spot to rest in” “See you on the other side brother”, he said with a pat on my back and a spring in his step as he walked towards the dining hall. I would do the same all things considered…but I have to get rid of the boy lover before I get some real action, I think as I slide back into the shadows to find Vern. Vern stepped out of a corner almost killing me with shock talking in a hushed tone, “Who’s Kita and that big handsome man is your brother? I’d like to see if you guys share more than a last name!” “That’s just like you huh Vern? Nasty man just plain nasty….” I say grabbing his hand to lead him towards the stables. “Change of plan we are heading to the stables, you can ride one of the draft horses out back to the city” “And I thought you were still mad at me?” “I am still mad at you Div,” Vern said softly, “I’m especially man at the fact you won’t tell me who Kita is and what she did to you” “I don’t want to talk about it “ I said, I forgot that Vern doesn’t fully know the old tongue yet despite using his tongue to know the bodies of Raga from here to Stros M’Kai. “She’s a very bad person……that’s all I’ll say”, I said somberly as I lead him hurriedly towards the stables. We passed through the courtyard fountain in all its gleaming marble and sandstone glory to head to the corral about a few feet away from the wall of the outdoor fountain room. I led Vern down the well lit carved sandstone path littered with shrubs and foliage almost like a lion would when stalking prey in the tall grass as to not alert the guards we hired to protect against the horse thieves. We finally hit the end of the winding pathway where the stables were, climbing over the far stretching brown fence line into the open grassy fields. The first thing I was greeted was the thundering of hooves, a large slim and proud jet black horse came up galloping from afar, only slowing down as it got closer to Vern and I. Ptra always was a flashy horse, ever since he was a foal he loved to show himself off and today is no exception. “Wow Div, what a beauty he is” said Vern in sheer awe of this powerful beast. “I love horses, my Pa used to raise them outside of Bruma” “They’re not quite like this big guy here but still amazing nonetheless”, Vern reaching his hand out to caress Ptra’s head. “What kind of horse is this guy Div?” “This is a legendary Hammerfell Charger; they were one of the last breeds of warhorses that came with my ancestors after their journey from the old lands. Ptra though is even more unique than some of the same breed because his lineage descends from Frandar’s old warhorse Yutai, of which he rode into battle to conquer these lands.” I say proudly as Ptra enjoys Vern’s gentle touch neighing and winning in delight. “That sounds cool and all but I have one question, who’s Frandar?” My mouth literally dropped as low as Ptras balls were drastically changing my face from smug pride to downright shock, “What do you mean who is Frandar?!” I declared loudly almost alerting people to our presence. “He is the one who makes a way, possibly one of the greatest Raga to ever live!” “I would’ve thought after sucking on all that raga cock that you do, you would have at least heard something about one of our greatest heroes?” “Nope sorry…nothing, I’ve heard about him and seen his statue in town but I don’t know anything about him……plus don’t yell at me I didn’t know alright.” “Divines you can be so rude sometimes Div.” All I could do was scowl at that last remark, “Whatever let’s get this over with”, I said in a hurried and slightly annoyed tone. Ptra saw fit to come to Vern’s defense and offered a proud whinny as if to tell me to play nice. Just leave it to this dumb horse to betray his caretakers by taking the side of a nudri. “Anyway enough talk let’s get you out of here” I said grabbing Vern’s hand, leading him to the draft horse stables on the far right side of the fence line. I lead him to old Flower in her freshly cleaned pen, a few camels that strayed from their side of the corral eating hay and vegetation with her. Flower was on her way out; she had served my mother well for years until that accident that left her running ability crippled made her a permanent fixture at the farm. She was still that beautiful light brown color, white mane and tail still just as freshly groomed as the rest of her was. Her presence was serene and Vern immediately took to her, brushing her and petting her drawing nothing but jealousy from Ptra who was waiting outside her shelter. It would’ve been a nice scene if it wasn’t for the fact that the combined camel and horse smells were almost too overpowering for me to bear. “Mind if you help a lady on her horse o brave knight?” said Vern with his eyes batting, “First off you’re not a lady and second off I ain’t a knight” I say as I offer to help him up onto Flower. When finally got on top of Flower, he told me, “You know I’m still mad at you right?” “You’re going to have to make it up to me one of these days……maybe you can start by letting me keep this ole girl?” “Haha in your dreams Colovian, you can keep Flower, she seems to be happy with you anyways and as long as you’re out of here I don’t really care if she goes.” “Oh and one more thing” Vern says, motioning me to come closer to him on the horse, “This is for last night”. Vern pulls me by the collar and kisses me deeply before letting me go, saliva forming a strand or two with the parting of our mouths. Just leaving me there speechless with a slight tent in my pants Vern laughed and rode off through the open gate that some idiot forgot to lock towards the city. “Goodbye ole girl “I said, patting Ptra on his sides, Damn nudri always making things more complicated. “C’mon ole boy let’s get you some food and water” I say as I lead Ptra back to his stables on the opposite end of the gate. While I’m walking Ptra to his shelter I notice an odd, foreboding feeling come over me like I am being watched. I pretend to be changing his hay, bending over with my back turned opposite the doorway. It’s always something , isn’t it?