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Dusk had long since come and gone, and the velvet sky spread across the Colovian Highlands like a cold and uncertain blanket, laid down to send the province to sleep. Choirs of crickets serenaded the mountain. Endless stars peeked through the towering trees of the Great Forest and Masser and Secunda smiled down at the quintet, stepping out of the cave for the first time in hours.

Taking in the darkness, all five stopped in their tracks, one by one as they emerged from the tunnel.

“Shit!” Farwil Indarys cried, bumping into Evie Oreyn as he stared up at the stars, and almost sending her ass over head down the mountain. “Sorry Evie. How long were we in there for? We only killed a few bandits, I could’ve sworn the sun wasn’t even setting when we went in!”

Iliana Indarys surfaced from the cave and made sure she was standing on level ground before placing a gauntleted hand on her husband’s heavy armour.

“It was more than a few, Farwil,” she said, glancing back into the relative, gaping blackness of the cavern. “I’d say it was around fifty.”

“Even with all five of us, they’re crafty little fetchers, always have been,” Evie contributed. “The best case scenario is usually a few hours. And this was a huge contract - I’m not surprised.”

Modryn Oreyn, a little ahead of the younger members of his party, stowed his mace on his back and eased one heavy boot down the path. In the light of the moons Evie could clearly see her husband’s foot slide over the mud - the Dunmer shook his head, growled a little under his breath, and returned to the group.

“We’re not making it back down the mountain tonight,” he said darkly, his crimson eyes reflecting the meagre light, blazing as he addressed his younger comrades in turn. “It’s enough of a ball-ache in the daytime… right now we’d be asking for trouble.”

“Agreed!” Farwil interjected, slapping a hand on Modryn’s armoured shoulder to the ire of the older mer. “A Knight of the Thorn never leads his party across unsafe land-”

Bremman Senyan cleared his throat loudly from the back of the group.

Farwil’s long ears fell, and he averted his crimson gaze sheepishly.

“Well… not… any more, we don’t…” he trailed off. “But Modryn, Master of the Cyrodiil Fighter’s Guild, knows these mountains better than anyone here, and I trust his judgement. And I propose we return to the caves and set up camp. Just for tonight.”

“I agree,” Bremman said, looking up at Masser in contemplation. “We’ve all come prepared for an overnight stay.”

He turned to Evie. “How far are we from Chorrol?”

“About twenty miles,” Evie addressed her fellow Imperial. “It wouldn’t take long to get back tomorrow.”

“We were planning a layover in Chorrol anyway,” Bremman mused, meeting Ili’s hazel eyes. “I think we should stay.”

“Agreed, I don’t want anyone risking their necks on that path tonight,” Ili said, nodding vigorously.

“Let’s have a formal vote,” Evie said, standing at the head of the group with Modryn. “All in favour of camping out tonight?”

Five gauntlets sparkled in the moonlight as each fighter raised their hand.

Evie smiled. “That’s settled then. Modryn, Ili, you should gather firewood - you both have magelight. Don’t get separated and don’t go too far. I’m leaving you with the healing potions but I’ll be out in ten minutes to make sure you’re not hurt.”

Both Dunmer and Imperial nodded, immediately casting their bright, white lights and hanging them on the nearest tree. They got to work.

Evie turned to the Knights. “Bremman, Farwil, we’re going to scope out the best place to camp. Once we’re done, we’re going to move the bodies as far away as we can.”

The two men followed Evie back into the tunnel.

“What then?” Farwil asked her.

The Imperial grinned widely. “Then, it’s your favourite part! We eat, we drink, and we have a great time.”

Within a couple of hours, the cold and musty cavern had been transformed into a home - not with quilts and banners, but with a roaring fire - the aroma of the salted venison that filled the fighters’ stomachs lingered in the air, and conversation shared around the blazing embers, more raucous with each bottle of alcohol that was passed around the group.

“C’mon, you have to tell it now!” Ili cried, slapping Farwil’s arm playfully.

Bremman struggled to speak amid peals of quiet laughter. “Oh I promise you… it’s good.”

“Fine, fine…” Farwil took another swig of Cyrodilic brandy straight from the bottle and passed it to Bremman. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Modryn frowned curiously, and leaned in. When Bremman offered him the brandy he took it gladly, chugging his share. Evie couldn’t help but smile - Modryn separated himself so much from the rest of the party, not by any real personality clash but by age. Aside from him, Farwil was the oldest and Modryn had well over a hundred years on him - while the four of them had laughed and joked seamlessly while they worked, he’d seemed to have trouble integrating into the group, keeping his distance when they shared high-fives and hugs, and finding himself quieter than usual during most of the conversation. Evie was glad to see him finally loosening up - even if the alcohol had much to do with that.

“So, I’m twenty-two,” Farwil began, addressing the cavern that was now so quiet, the gentle drip of water from the ceiling could be heard between the crackling and snapping of the fire. “So we’re going back a good ten years. And I’ve taken the most beautiful woman to see a play. She was a Dunmer girl with legs for days, and her father was well-connected in Morrowind at the time. I was determined to make this work.

“So the play comes to an end, and I walk her through the city, out of the gates, across the fields, and over to the Lodge. I swear, the view over the Heartlands, it’s sealed the deal so many times, it’s quite romantic. I’m about to surprise her with a full hog roast on the dining table, courtesy of the finest cooks in all of Cheydinhal, rose petals on the bed - everything. We get to the doors… now here’s the problem. The whole time we were watching the play, the whole two hours… I’ve been holding something in, and I have this foreboding feeling that when it comes out, it’s going to be… louder than I’d like.”

“You had to fart,” Evie said, giggling madly. She took the brandy from Modryn and chugged.

”Well, there are ladies present, so I was hoping to keep it clean,” the Dunmer replied, grinning. “But yes, Evie. I’d been holding that fart in for two hours. So we get to the doors, and this girl made an offhand joke - for the life of me I can’t remember what she said, but it was funny enough to make me laugh. In any other circumstances the timing would’ve been perfect but she had no way of knowing how unfortunate it really was.”

“Oh, Nine…” Ili whimpered. She buried her face in her hands as though it would spare her the ending, her shoulders heaving dramatically with silent mirth.

“Yes, the inevitable happened. For thirty seconds.”

He did his best to keep going despite the rest of the party exploding in uncontrolled laughter - despite struggling to keep his own composure.

“I couldn’t stop it,” he managed to whimper out. “Thirty completely uninterrupted fucking seconds of flatulence… I swear to Azura I’m still looking into the world record, because I’m certain that title is mine. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say! What do you say when you’re in that position? So I didn’t. We stood there, eyes locked, all the while I wished for the ground to swallow me up.”

“Oh, fuck…” Evie keened, wiping away fresh tears on the sleeve of her tunic. Modryn, doubled over and clutching at his ribs, caught her attention out of the corner of her spinning vision. Bremman was on all fours on the dirt, hammering his fist on the ground, head bowed and shoulders heaving.

“Oh… yeah, you win, Farwil,” she cried. “As far as bad first dates go, that’s definitely the worst I’ve ever heard!”

The elf met her eye amid his own peals of laughter, barely catching Ili as she fell against his chest. “You want to know the best part? I still got laid.”

The party erupted again. Bremman finally surfaced, and when he brushed his hair off his face, his eyes were sparkling.

“Nine…” he gasped, dabbing at his face with the hem of his own shirt and sitting back down on his bedroll. “I think I need another drink… do we have any wine left?”

Ili shook her head against her husband’s body. “No, we had the last bottle, I think.”

“Hang on,” Farwil said, sitting up straight. He twisted around, reaching over for his Feather satchel as Ili slid down onto his lap.

The Dunmer reached into the small bag, impossibly far, elbow disappearing inside as he rummaged in a seemingly impossible space. He bit down absently on his lip.

“I’d expect to have a healthy supply packed… a-ha!”

He pulled his arm out of the satchel, hand gripping tightly onto the neck of a dark bottle.

“The Knights of the Thorn save the day yet again!” he cried, raising the bottle high above his head in victory. “HU-ZAAH!”

“Hu-ZAAH!” Bremman and Ili repeated in unison.

Ili finally scrambled to her knees. “We shouldn’t have doubted you Farwil… you always come fully prepared!”

Bremman popped the cork and took the first generous swig. “You know Modryn, the Fighter’s Guild should contract us more often - we work well together.”

The older mer nodded once.

“You came with one hell of an endorsement,” he said, glancing at Evie, who beamed widely. “And I suppose you do work efficiently.”

“Don’t try to deny it, Guildmaster, we’re a great team!” Farwil said, grabbing the bottle from Bremman. “I know we wouldn’t even know each other if our wives weren’t such good friends, but you’re one of the party now. What’s done is done.”

Ili took her share of the wine, and turned to the Guild leaders.

“Evie, Modryn, want some? There’s plenty to go around.”

The Imperial shook her head, waving her hands dismissively. “Oh no, thanks, I’ve had enough for now. I’m feeling a little sick actually, best to let it settle.”

“Me neither,” Modryn growled, getting to his feet.

Evie craned her neck to meet his eye as best she could. “Darling, where are you going?”

“We need more firewood,” the Dunmer replied without looking at her. “And I need a piss.”

“Alone? The mountain’s a death trap right now! Will you be safe?”

“I’ll be fine, Evie.” The elf finally turned his head, looking down at his swaying wife. “You might not have noticed…”

He glanced over at the three Knights of the Thorn, now fighting over the wine. “That I’m the least drunk out of all of us. I won’t be long.”

He gave a quick grin, and a gentle pet to the Imperial’s raven hair as he stalked behind her, crossed the cavern, and cast a magelight as he disappeared through the tunnel beyond. Evie watched him until the darkness swallowed him up completely and his heavy footfalls were out of earshot.

Dark wine rained down on the group as Ili wrestled the bottle from Farwil’s desperate fingers, giggling madly as the elf hit the ground face-first.

“YES! Come get it now, you little shit!”

Ignoring the fact that half the contents were now soaking into the bedrolls and surrounding dirt, Ili greedily drank what she’d earned.

“Oh Evie, I’m so glad Modryn’s having fun,” the Imperial said.

Evie wrung the wine out of her long hair. “You reckon? I’ll be honest, I was worried he might not have a good time. We both know he’s a quiet man, and he can be a little highly-strung-”

“Understatement if I ever heard one!” Farwil interjected from the floor.

“-And some of us cut loose a little differently than him,” Evie continued, staring playful daggers at the young Dunmer who began to pick himself up. “Not to mention he must feel out of place, being that much older than us. With those two around it must be like dining at the children’s table. If we’d been able to get back to Chorrol, he could at least send himself to bed and be done with it.”

Ili placed a hand to her friend’s arm, smiling warmly.

“You worry too much,” she said in their husbands’ native tongue. “Granted I don’t know Modryn as well as you but he’s eased up so much today, and not just since we started drinking. Besides, he has you with him. You’re like a conduit to me, and I’m a conduit to… the boys.”

“I guess you’re right,” Evie replied.

She said nothing else, content to watch the Knights as they continued to wage war over the remains of the wine. A gentle yet well-placed kick from Ili, square in Bremman’s chest, sent him reeling backwards once again.

Farwil hesitated, a wicked grin spread across his angelic, elven face. He lowered his head, gesturing outwards in a mock bow as he knelt.

“Oh Champion of Cyrodiil…” he addressed his wife, struggling to stay upright, toppling over and bracing one hand on the ground - quickly regaining his composure, still laughing. “I am but a humble speck in your presence. You choose to provide for those you saved in the Oblivion Crisis… and we revel in ecstasy at your mere consideration.”

Ili smirked, holding the bottle to her chest in both hands. She drew close. “Is this your way of asking nicely?”

The Dunmer returned her smile. “Is it working?”

She leaned in ever closer, swaying dangerously. “Maybe… you can have it, but I want something in return.”

“Oh, Ili… you know I’m yours.”

Ili needed no further encouragement. Just a moment ago that bottle of wine was the source of so much conflict between the Knights - now it was cast aside, the last of its contents spilling onto the dirt as it rolled away from the group and out of all conscience. The Imperial fell forwards, wrapping her arms around Farwil’s neck. Her lips crashed to his, and the pair met in a kiss that was as sloppy as it was crushing, unbroken save for the giggling between the couple.

Evie leaned back, bracing an arm behind her where she sat, and simply observed the scene. Dark fingers snaked up Ili’s back, weaving through her dirty-blond hair, lost in the loose curls, and a low, contented sigh rumbled in the girl’s throat, unable to leave her mouth which was still very much occupied by her husband’s tongue.

Just watching the pair stirred a glowing warmth in Evie’s chest, and she couldn’t help the way she beamed to herself. Love quite like theirs was uncommon. The kind that made each kiss feel like the first all over - both husband and wife blushed, still giggling madly, drunk of course, but Evie had seen this kiss a hundred times in far different circumstances, and knew it to be genuine.

Ili was the first to lose her balance. Just a slight lean to the side, enough to disrupt her centre of gravity and send her toppling over and onto her back, and only then did their lips finally separate. Naturally, Farwil followed. Whether he lost his balance too, or whether he couldn’t bear to let the Imperial go, was impossible to tell. He broke his fall as best he could as he landed on top of her, careful not to allow all his weight to hit her in one go.

Quickly they regained their composure, and Farwil was upon her again. Their bodies pressed together as best they could despite Ili’s eager hands under the Dunmer’s pale tunic, fabric riding up as her greedy touch moved up his stomach, along his chest. She stripped the garment off without hesitation. The fire carved harsh shadows on the walls, and Farwil’s lithe but toned muscles were defined clearly under its influence, and Ili resumed molesting every part of his body she could reach.

Her own tunic joined his on the cavern ground as Farwill stripped it off, palming her modest tits like a man starved of physical contact. The Imperial’s hands snaked down, cupping his ass as best she could over the leather pants and drawing a hungry snarl from the Dunmer atop her. He ground his hips into hers, pushing apart her thighs. Neither came up for air.

“Huh…”

Evie stared. Either they’d forgotten they weren’t alone in that cavern, or the pair fully intended to do what they must despite the company - this much was clear when Farwil pulled off Ili’s leather pants, underwear following in no time at all and leaving her completely exposed, breaking away from her mouth and planting rapid kisses on her stomach, wherever they landed, and descending. The former seemed far less likely.

Ili had mentioned, off-handedly, somewhere in the past, that Farwil had strange tastes. Strange tastes, that had admittedly rubbed off on her. But despite Evie’s pushing, pleading to know the details, that was all she’d said on the matter.

Perhaps she was about to find out.

She turned to Bremman, who was also watching the scene play out and palming the obvious tent in his pants through the fabric. When she noticed that, she realised she didn’t quite know what to ask.

“I- uh…”

Bremman’s dark eyes shifted to her cold blue.

“Is this… normal… for them?” Evie settled on that.

With his free hand, Bremman took another swig of the Cyrodillic brandy, and looked off to the far end of the cavern. There was a look of casual deliberation on his features - yet the blush creeping up into his face was undeniable, as was that bashful grin, and he stifled a small giggle.

“It’s a Knights thing,” he said.

He passed the brandy to Evie, who dared another sip.

“We… do stuff like this together.”

Evie blinked, straightening up and immediately swaying off to the side again.

“So…” she began, choosing her words carefully, attention turning back to the couple. Farwil’s head was buried between Ili’s thighs, mouth fixed around her clit, and the Imperial squirmed in delight, not caring to stifle her positively filthy moans or even cover her naked form from view.

“You do stuff… together?” she asked. “All of you?”

As she took another swig of brandy, Bremman’s face reddened further, but he stroked his dick ever confidently through his clothing.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” he said, leaning back on the bedroll. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Evie balked, spitting out the drink.

“What, ME?" she coughed and spluttered, jabbing a thumb in her chest.

Did she hear that right? Did she take it the wrong way?

Was there any other way to take it? …Did they really want her to get involved?

“Consenting parties only!” Farwil said with glee, coming up from his wife’s cunt just to say it and promptly retreating there. Both hands reached up and he massaged her tits.

Evie’s face was growing hotter and hotter by the second, and when returning her attention to Bremman, he was eyeing her expectantly. He was waiting for a response. Ili’s hazel eyes met hers - they both were.

They all were.

The girl chuckled, almost at a loss for words.

“Well…” she said. “I don’t know about getting involved… but maybe I can just… watch, for now?”

Farwil’s low growl was lost between Ili’s thighs.

“Perfect.”

As her attention returned to the two, Evie couldn’t help feeling as though she was intruding on something that just wasn’t meant for anyone’s eyes - like she’d opened a door to find its occupants in the middle of a private conversation. But she’d never known an exhibitionist before. This conversation was meant to be heard - despite the dissonance waging war in her conscience, Evie knew she had to remember that.

Farwil’s eyes shut peacefully, strong hands still roving any part of the Imperial they could reach, and Ili still writhed on the bedroll, her mouth agape and sighing. Her legs wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him into her as best she could as he worked her. One strong hand trailed down her torso, and Evie could clearly see two fingers slip inside her, dark digits disappearing into Ili’s wet depths and pistoning with a calculated pace.

Again she looked to Bremman as if for counsel - the smile he shot her was brief but encouraging as he unlaced his pants, pulling out his rigid dick. As he watched, he started to rub his length, up and down, acting like it was just another Morndas for him.

Was Bremman just as hesitant as she was, the first time he did this?

Evie realised, unable to decide who to look at or whether she should simply divert her gaze to the ground, that she stood at a crossroad - surely the same one Bremman had encountered at some point in his life. One road would keep everything the same, staring awkwardly at the floor and accepting this whole night as something entirely invasive to the couple. The other would catch her up to Bremman, sooner or later, getting himself off to the sight of his two friends fucking without a second thought.

As hesitant as she was… Evie was unable to deny her curiosity. It wasn’t every day something like this happened - and she had been pressing Ili for the details, although not expecting to learn them quite like this.

She supposed it was worth keeping an open mind, and seeing it to the end. Just this once.

She settled against the wall, getting as comfortable as possible against the rock and mud, pulling her bedroll closer so she at least had something soft to sit on, and her fingers played with the laces of her own pants. The thought hit her like an arrow - she was going to expose herself.

Quite unexpectedly, she felt her own passage tighten further with renewed arousal. She… was excited about that.

Never again would there be secrets here.

Not allowing her mind to wander any further down those paths, she pulled the laces apart, loosening her waistband just as the glowing magelight in the tunnel returned from the corner of her vision. Evie watched Modryn make his way back to the small cavern, arms laden with branches.

When Modryn set eyes on the scene, he halted. All four heads turned to meet him, and no one said anything. Modryn didn’t, either. His face didn’t change, not even slightly as he appraised Farwil and Ili on the ground, Bremman still jerking himself, and Evie, clearly getting ready to do the same.

“...What did I miss?” he asked, to no one in particular.

Evie giggled. “Apparently Farwil likes when people watch.”

“-It’s a Knights thing,” Bremman said again as though it explained anything at all.

Farwil finally came up for air - his lips and chin were glistening in the magelight. “We don’t want either of you feeling uncomfortable.”

“Mhm, yeah,” Ili said, still panting a little. Despite her flushed face she was evidently not at all embarrassed about being completely naked in front of the older, less familiar mer. “Just say the word and everything stops.”

Modryn crossed the cavern, dropped the branches on the dwindling pile, and did something Evie didn’t expect. He shrugged.

“Do what you want,” he grunted. “I don’t care what gets you off. I’m going to sleep.”

He made his way over to his own bedroll, but stopped by Evie on the way. The Dunmer knelt down and placed his lips lovingly to her own.

“Good night, Evie,” he said, his masculine features softening into a genuine warmth for the first time since his return.

Evie’s hands wrapped around his neck, and she weaved her fingers through his mohawk. So soft on her fingertips. Oh, he was so handsome - but he was especially wonderful when he brushed out his hair like that.

She giggled again - behind his shoulder Farwil was on his knees again, unlacing his own pants and tearing them off like they were causing him genuine pain to wear. Evie’s eyes widened when she set eyes on his cock. Almost as big as Modryn’s, she thought to herself, and that was saying something. He tackled his wife to the ground again, pinning her there and burying that length in her pussy in a single stroke.

Modryn wore an exasperated smirk as he turned his head out of sheer curiosity, only for a moment while Farwil’s lips crashed to Ili’s, rocking in and out for all to see. He looked over at Bremman, still pumping himself, more surely now.

“Good night darling,” Evie said, meeting her husband’s red eyes and tightening the embrace around his neck. “…Do you mind awfully if I stay up and watch the show?”

Modryn’s eyebrows raised.

“I didn’t realise you liked to watch,” he said, flashing her a wicked grin that deepened the handsome lines of his face.

Evie couldn’t have blushed harder, tuning into the rhythmic, wet noises filling the room amid the wanton groans of the couple. “Well… it doesn’t happen every day, does it? I think I’d regret it if I didn’t. …Only if it’s okay with you?”

The mer’s face was gentle as he pressed another kiss to her lips. “I told you, I don’t care. I’m going to sleep.”

He brushed her raven hair aside, and placed a final kiss to her forehead before standing up. He took off his own tunic, and Evie took the opportunity to admire the Dunmer’s powerful body, the sheer bulk of both build and muscle, so far removed from any other elf she’d met - and the old scars that littered his dark skin. Oh, she appreciated him every single day, every single part of him. She never took Modryn for granted.

She’d nearly lost him once. After that, she promised herself that every second would count.

Modryn settled into his own bedroll, working his pants off only when out of sight of the group, and chucked them aside. He closed a hand over his magelight, lowered his head and turned over, facing the wall.

“Hey, Modryn,” Bremman called out. “…Can you keep that on?”

Modryn sighed, rolling over just enough to stretch out his hand, and released the small ball of light without a single word. It fixed itself to the wall.

Evie’s gaze returned to her friends. Somehow, having Modryn’s blessing actually bolstered her confidence - she settled into a more comfortable position, were it possible, easing her pants fully off her hips, thighs, onto the ground, as Farwil pounded rut after rut into the blond-haired Imperial beneath him, face buried in her hair.

“Ili…” he groaned, the wanton sound reverberating around the cavern and amplifying it like an ethereal serenade to his wife. “Ili… oh, Ili…”

Pale, slightly trembling fingers snaked down Evie’s belly, across her shaved mound, dipping into her folds. Hot gratification filled her bloodstream as she started to rub her clit, ever so slowly, watching Ili’s mouth pressed to Farwil’s clavicle, stifling her unabashed cries. Just a little pressure at first, skimming this way and that over her bud, drawing out the initial pleasure, savouring it before she was too far gone.

She sank against the wall, thighs parting fully, giving into herself after all, and a filthy sigh escaped her lungs. She met Bremman’s gaze - evidently catching up to him fast on that debaucherous path - and blushed again, unable to hold back her nervous chuckle.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony as Farwil’s rough strokes struck a place inside Ili that she seemed to like, as her legs around his slim waist gripped him tighter, and their eyes met through heavy, lust-addled lids and that gaze betrayed all the love in the world, meant only for them. Evie was mesmerised by the stark contrast of Farwil’s dark Dunmer skin, the blue-tinged grey, against her fellow Imperial’s, much paler, his cock disappearing into her passage, over and over.

Her touch travelled further down, a single finger slipping inside her own cunt, already wet and slick, already too roused by the sight of the couple. Her friends. As she slid in and out of herself, teasing her own walls, she wondered whether she should take it slow, but gave into abandon and added a second finger, entirely captivated by the couple. She thrust into herself, pressing into her G-spot, her movements perfectly timed with Farwil’s strokes into his wife.

She was starting to understand why Bremman liked to watch.

All too soon, Farwil eased off Ili. Was it over? No… the Dunmer was still hard as stone, still staring down at the Imperial with menacing hunger in his pretty features.

As she got up onto her knees, Ili met Evie’s eyes and shot her a wicked grin. Farwil’s head tilted, looking to Bremman, who stumbled to his feet and joined the pair without a single word shared between the three. Evidently the spark in Farwil’s blazing eyes was all the invitation he needed.

The Dunmer got up to meet him, catching Bremman in a fierce kiss. Their bodies pressed together, hard lengths imprisoned against one another’s toned stomachs as each tried their hardest to suffocate the other with their tongue. Neither came up for air, the world around them evidently forgotten.

Evie couldn’t contain her fresh peal of laughter.

“Well damn!” she cried. Her own fingers retreated from her warmth and wetness out of sheer surprise. “I didn’t know you guys liked guys too!”

The men broke away from one another, but Farwil’s half-lidded, crimson gaze still sunk into his friend’s eyes. He played with a lock of his brown hair, wrapping the soft strands loosely around a finger.

“It’s… less about guys, and more about the moment,” he said simply. “But you’d be surprised what you can learn about yourself just by trying things here and there…”

The blush creeping up Bremman’s face again was fierce, but he didn’t move and he didn’t take his arms from Farwil’s back. “Yeah… none of this started happening overnight.”

Evie still wasn’t satisfied. She gestured wildly at nothing before wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes.

“Oh, Farwil…” she said, tutting. “What would your father say? What would the people of Cheydinhal say if they knew their future Count was such a freak in bed?”

The Dunmer giggled drunkenly, and pulled his friend in again to capture his mouth. “They can all say what they like,” he breathed.

“And YOU, Ili!” Evie’s head snapped wildly to the Imperial now kneeling on the ground. “The Champion of Cyrodiil? I thought I had you figured out at least!”

Still, Ili grinned, and offered a simple shrug. “I’m just as surprised as you are. But… Farwil’s right. Sometimes when you try things… you like them.”

“So…” Evie continued, eyeing the three, a wordless interrogation. “Are all of you guys… a couple?”

“Nuh-uh.” Ili shook her head, side to side. “Bremman’s our friend and that’s that. Just along for the ride.”

“Yeah, he has a Breton back in Cheydinhal,” Farwil said, breaking away from Bremman’s lips to say it. “Don’t you remember-”

Ili managed to push her way between the two, finding her husband’s dick in between the hard bodies and swallowing him up without a word of warning. Farwil’s wanton moan echoed about the cavern and the flutter of his eyelids, and the fluid fall of his long ears further betrayed his pleasure.

“...Don’t you remember Marie?” he sighed.

He then sank to his knees, eager for Ili to gain better access, gripping fistfuls of dark blond hair and guiding her pace as best he could.

Evie’s eyes narrowed. “Does Marie know you guys do this?”

Bremman’s bark of laughter reverberated around the cavern. “She joins in whenever she gets the chance!”

It would seem that Bremman, still stood where he’d been left, swaying a little, and smirking down at the two, didn’t care to be left out of the fun. He knelt, strong but gentle hands caressed Ili’s toned ass, not needing to guide her into position since the Imperial seemed to know what he was about to do, shifting accordingly.

Evie’s jaw hung as Bremman eased inside, his own filthy sigh escaping his lungs as he started to find a pace he liked.

Now the only spectator, all she could do was observe the bizarre scene, unable to stay her hand as it once again delved between her thighs, her pace on her clit a little more aggressive than it had been. She let herself relax against the cavern wall, sliding down until only her shoulders connected.

As the three Knights fucked one another, they settled into a comfortable dynamic where Bremman appeared to dictate the pace, each thrust into his fellow Imperial pushing her onto Farwil’s cock, her groans of pleasure muffled around his shaft. The two men locked half-lidded eyes, grinning drunkenly amid their pleasure. A high-five was shared over Ili’s back.

Evie’s fingers dipped inside her once again, pumping herself faster, and harder. She wasn’t aware of the soft sighs that left her own lips, as she was far too fixated on the show.

The rough hands that placed to her shoulders took her by surprise.

Her head snapped to the left. “Modryn… you’re not sleeping?”

The tilt of her husband’s head, and his intense gaze, fixed on her, told her everything she needed to know.

“Of course… we have gotten quite loud, haven’t we?”

Again her fingers withdrew. “If you like, I can ask if we can stop.”

“No,” Modryn said flatly, shaking his head, side to side. “Let them have their fun. I can sleep whenever they’re done.”

“Darling…” Evie giggled, her attention drifting to the obvious tent in Modryn’s underwear. “Darling, you’re hard.”

Modryn blushed brilliantly, and took his hands off her shoulders. He scowled defensively, ears falling.

“Of course I am,” he snapped. “With the racket they’re making, can you blame me?”

He jerked his head in the Knights’ direction. The three seemed oblivious to the discussion.

“And you’re not one to talk,” he said, gesturing to his wife, still slumped against the wall, thighs parted.

Evie didn’t stop giggling. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I’m not.”

She sat up straight, kneeling up, and placed a hand to his thigh. “What I mean is… I’ll take care of you. C’mere.”

As her touch covered more ground, slipping beneath his underwear, Modryn shifted away.

“You don’t want me to?” Evie’s face fell. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Modryn repeated incredulously, gesturing towards their friends. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Amid the growing moans from the Knights, still fucking each other slowly, Evie sighed to herself. She didn’t expect Modryn to share her curiosity, and he’d always been a very private man… but she couldn’t deny her disappointment.

“That’s okay,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to pressure you, make you do something you don’t want to.”

Modryn hesitated. “It’s not that I don’t want to.”

“I get it. This has gotten a little weird. All I’ll say is, I wasn’t sure at first but it’s turned out to be a lot of fun! I know how reserved you are, so I don’t expect you to give it a go. But if you did… you know we don’t even exist to them any more, right?”

The elf looked to his left again, and grinned. There was no denying it.

“So, the way I see it is you have two choices,” Evie said.

She rested herself against the wall again, fingers slipping deep inside her passage and angling her lower half so Modryn had a clear view - which he indulged with enthusiasm, chest rising and falling harder now, eyes fixed on her cunt and her digits pumping in and out. The palm of his hand grazed over his dick, through the fabric, like he was unable to stop himself fully.

She returned her attention to the steady threesome. “You can wait it out and go to bed hard, or you can find a nice private corridor to relieve yourself in-”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence. Evie yelped as strong hands came quite unexpectedly, quite roughly, to her body. She met her husband’s eyes, blazing with desire.

“Move,” he commanded. “Let me in.”

Evie obeyed without hesitation. She got to her knees, shuffling forward, guided by Modryn’s hands until she was exactly where he wanted her. He cast his underwear aside, hurried her out of her tunic, and pulled her up onto his lap, nudging her knees apart with his, and lined himself up, easing his dick inside her with absolutely no resistance. He sighed into her hair as he pushed in deeper, his grip on the girl’s body tightening as Evie moaned openly, sinking backwards into her husband’s powerful chest and angling her hips to give him better access.

He pulled out, only to drive back in, again and again, still stifling each heavy sigh with Evie’s skin, her hair, biting gently at her throat as he fucked her, placing small kisses there, breath hot and heavy on her pale flesh.

“Oh, Modryn…” Evie keened, turning her head, cradling the Dunmer’s jaw with her hand, and capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss. “I love you so much…”

The Knights had gradually shifted together - Farwil now lay on the ground, seemingly unaware of the dirt and stones pressing into his back as Ili continued to swallow up his shaft, his fingers wound in her hair. Bremman still fucked her steadily from behind, faster now. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her ass up.

Modryn’s calloused fingers trailed down Evie’s clavicle, squeezing her tits with the same feral hunger he always did. His touch descended, down her belly, across her mound, dipping into her folds and worrying her clit.

“Oh, fuck…!”

The girl cried out in delight, her whole body tensing in response to the magic he was working on her, lighting that fire within her core that told her she wouldn’t hold out much longer. As she stiffened, Modryn snarled, unable to stop the sound from spilling out.

Although Modryn’s eyes were fixed on Ili’s ass, and the sight of Bremman’s dick disappearing into her depths, he fucked Evie at his own pace, gradually mounting the more he fell into the moment, already pounding into her. Of course, it was enough to see he was finally loosening up, but evidently it was Evie’s job to temper his pace.

“Darling…”

The Dunmer’s heavy-lidded gaze didn’t break. “Mmh?”

“Do what I do…”

The girl rolled her hips back into his, resisting his urgent thrusts into her, and back out, matching the pace the Knights had worked themselves up to. Modryn’s groan of frustration was audible even over their friends’ wanton serenade, but he complied, however reluctantly, reigning himself in and matching Bremman’s movements, driving in as deep as he could each time.

Already, Modryn’s breaths came ragged against his wife’s ear.

“Let me go faster,” he sighed. “Please...”

Evie’s palm, grazing across Modryn’s bicep, halted. He still fucked her just as she had instructed, emulating what they were witnessing as closely as he could manage.

“You’re…”

“I want more,” he breathed, almost a whimper at her ear. “I can’t hold back… please…”

Evie had been about to ask if Modryn was indeed begging her, but it couldn’t have been more obvious. The pang of arousal, coursing through her veins, was quite unexpected.

Modryn was begging for more. Throughout their relationship, he’d called the shots in bed - the dominant one, commanding her, deciding their positions, answering to Master if she really wanted to drive him crazy. He didn’t particularly care for that power in the Guild, but in the bedroom, he seemed to crave it. And he’d always lacked patience.

And now Evie had taken control, somewhere in the night. And it was intoxicating, hearing him whimper for more, feeling him tremble against her body. Modryn Oreyn, Master of the Fighters’ Guild, feared by so many - within and outside their ranks - such a proud man… and he was crumbling between her thighs.

“For fuck’s sake, GET A MOVE ON!” he spat at the Knights.

Only then did they stop. Their heads turned to the couple, to Modryn’s desperate expression, his shoulders heaving from restraint, one hand palming Evie’s breast, pinching at her nipple, the other trembling on her clit, and Evie herself, clearly in a state of bliss, slumped in Modryn’s arms.

The younger men laughed.

“Be careful you don’t enjoy yourself too much, Modryn,” Farwil said. “You might actually loosen up for once!”

Ili let his dick slide from her mouth, and as Bremman pulled out, she crawled up her husband’s body, capturing his mouth and silencing him entirely. Two became one, and Modryn growled at his remark.

Bremman shrugged. “Don’t let us hold you back.”

Modryn still fucked his girl steadily. “You’re not… she is.”

The Imperial tilted his head and crossed his arms, addressing the girl still wrapped in Modryn’s possessive embrace. He swayed where he stood.

“Evie...” His tone was a cariacature of a reprimand. “Be nice to Modryn, can’t you see he’s suffering?”

He turned towards the younger Dunmer with a look in his eyes that Evie couldn’t quite read.

“Farwil, let’s give them some space to work things out.”

Ili broke away from Farwil’s lips. “You’re leaving me alone? What should I do?”

The Dunmer got to his feet.

“You’ll figure something out,” he said, offering a final, brief kiss.

And so Ili was left, kneeling on the ground, as the two men made their way to the other side of the small cavern. She stood, and busied herself by throwing a few more branches on the dwindling fire, and watched the Guild leaders curiously.

“Nine…” she whispered, shuffling a little closer and dropping to her knees - she, too, oblivious to the pain. “Do you guys know how good you look together?”

Evie chuckled, feeling Modryn’s dick throbbing, the pressure utterly perfect against her walls as he moved. “I can only imagine... we’ve done it in front of a mirror before but it doesn’t really do it justice, does it?”

Ili sunk onto her forearms to get a better look at Modryn’s thick shaft pumping in and out of Evie’s passage, and he didn’t shy away, or stop, or hide himself from view. Evie could only assume he was far too far gone to care.

“Yeah… you’re really hot together,” Ili continued. “I know you didn’t ask for my opinion, but the age thing makes it hotter. It’s quite…”

She snapped her fingers a few times, trying to find the words.

“It’s quite taboo, isn’t it? Modryn, d’you mind if I borrow Evie for a bit?”

As Evie made to stand up, the strong arms around her caged her tighter.

“No…” he whispered, desperate. “Don’t…”

“I’ll be back, darling,” the girl said, untangling herself from his arms and placing her lips to his.

She couldn’t help the wicked grin that claimed her face. She was still in control.

“Don’t come. I’ll make it worth your while.”

The Dunmer’s ears fell dramatically as she got up, and she traced a finger along the length of one of them as she joined the Imperial in the middle of the cavern, who had straightened up to meet her. On the other side of the room, a vial of oil lay discarded, half finished. Bremman knelt atop Farwil, heavy breaths muffled by his tongue as they kissed, and Bremman pistoned into him steadily. Evie stared for a while.

“Do they always fuck each other?” she asked, still grinning.

Her fellow Imperial shrugged. “Sometimes.”

Ili giggled madly as Evie knelt in front of her, turning to Modryn, who still watched the girls intently, now jerking himself so slowly it must’ve been agony for him.

“He really is something, isn’t he?” Ili said. “My heart lies with Farwil but I can recognise a fine man when I see one.”

Evie beamed. “Yeah, I’m really lucky. More so than I can really appreciate. So are you.”

“I have a proposition…”

Ili leaned in.

“You can say no…” she whispered, so quiet only they could hear. “…But could I have a turn with Modryn? Farwil would happily return the favour if you like.”

Evie burst out laughing. “For real?”

Her friend nodded vigorously, the look in her hazel eyes telling Evie she was dead serious.

Things had taken a turn that Evie hadn’t anticipated. Modryn, her Modryn… fucking in front of their friends was one matter. Seeing him screw another woman was a different one entirely. Evidently the Knights of the Thorn were used to sharing, but could she do the same?

What happened with Malacath still weighed heavily on her mind. The circumstances had made it necessary, and naturally if they’d had the choice, that wouldn’t have happened in a million years. But, it had happened. And now… perhaps Evie was being given the chance to make things even - despite their relationship having never worked that way, it felt right.

And besides, Evie trusted Ili - her best friend, who was clearly used to all this, and Modryn… she was the only woman who existed to him, and she knew it.

From across the room, Farwil gave a particularly wanton moan into his friend’s mouth - evidently Bremman had struck a place inside of him that he’d particularly liked.

She couldn’t deny how curious she was to see it.

“Well…” she lowered her voice too. “That’s okay with me. But I don’t think I’m the one you need to win over…”

Ili’s gaze returned to the older mer, appraising her challenge.

“Oh, I think I can get him on board… I’ve got an idea. Let’s break him.”

Evie’s brows came together in a small frown. “How do you propose we do that?”

Ili grinned wickedly. “Just follow my lead.”

They straightened up, and Ili offered a nudge to Evie’s ribs.

“Go on, ask him!” she said brightly, suddenly reducing the pair to little better than teenagers tittering over a crush.

“What, now? Okay… Modryn, Ili wants a turn with you. You have my full blessing.”

Modryn’s demeanour wouldn’t have been out of place if one of the girls had shot at him with an arrow. “…What?”

Evie shrugged openly. “Just what I said. Ili wants to fuck you.”

The Dunmer said nothing at all, frozen in place, crimson eyes switching rapidly from one to the other, the hand that had been stroking his cock now stilled. Ever so slowly, he backed up further against the wall, that look of terror still written across his face.

At that moment, Evie realised they’d crossed a line. Things had gotten out of hand.

Perhaps it was time to call everything off.

“-But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“That goes without saying,” Ili interjected. “We’ll just be over here… having fun… if you change your mind.”

She didn’t know Modryn as well as Evie did, so it stood to reason that she hadn’t read the room the same way. Ili’s fingers, small and delicate, ghosted along Evie’s skin, tracing old scars and new scrapes here and there that told a story of her career, and down onto an ample breast.

Evie looked questioningly at her friend as she palmed, squeezed, teasing her nipple, again and again until she couldn’t hold back her needy sigh.

“I’ve always been jealous of your tits,” Ili mused, something in her face darkening a little. “Mine are quite small.”

“Are you mad?” Evie balked. “Yours are perfect! I’m jealous of yours!”

Indeed, Evie may have been the better-endowed of the two, but Ili’s modest breasts were perfectly rounded, so perky, nipples pointing upwards a little where Evie’s much larger breasts hung just as their weight would dictate, and although they were still adequately round, not sagging, the two girls simply didn’t compare, and to her, there was no competition.

“C’mon, follow my lead,” Ili said. “Modryn doesn’t have to get in on it.”

Evie turned to her husband. He no longer had that mortified look on his face. His jaw hung open as he watched, and he jerked himself a little faster.

“He seems to like what he’s seeing, at least?” Ili asked. “If he doesn’t want to join in, wouldn’t it be nice to put on a little show for him?”

Evie paused for a moment, thinking it over. It seemed… fairly harmless.

Her smile returned. “Yeah, you’re right, he’ll love it.”

With a new enthusiasm, Evie leaned in to meet her friend, her own palms grinding against Ili’s firm tits, squeezing, drawing out a moan that was at least a little performative as Ili did the same. Her touch travelled along Ili’s skin, her lithe torso, caressing her ass and bringing the girl in closer.

Their eyes met, and they giggled together as they leaned in, lips meeting for the first time, parting, tongues meeting, ever so slowly, deepening the kiss.

Evie broke away to check on Modryn, whose chest and shoulders rose and fell dramatically. His eyes were wide, boring into the scene as he pumped his dick, faster now, unable to hold back.

When Ili’s fingers travelled down, into Evie’s folds, she didn’t know whether she should stop her friend. It was admittedly a little more than she’d bargained for, but Ili was gentle, delicate as she slipped inside her wetness, exploring her depths the same way she’d touch herself, fingers plunging deep, and Evie chose to allow it, at least for now.

Evie’s howl of pleasure was genuine when Ili found her G-spot, worrying that special patch with the knowledge and experience that no man could boast, unrelenting, gazing into her eyes, inches away, thumb snapping back and forth on her clit as she did.

“Oh Nine… Ili… I’m… I’m gonna come if you keep this up…” she whimpered.

Ili said nothing, and claimed her mouth again.

What happened next was over before Evie could register. The lips and tongue entwined with hers were ripped away, and the fingers deep inside her cunt were gone, leaving her painfully empty and longing for more. Modryn tackled Ili to the ground, rolling her over quite roughly onto her back, pinning her there like a caged beast that suddenly knew freedom and wanted only one thing.

Ili yelped in sheer surprise as he drove inside of her in a single stroke, giving no warning at all. Modryn never allowed her to adjust to his pace or vigour, rutting hard into her from the get go and silencing her keening mouth with his. The noises lost in his throat were feral.

He fucked her brutally, and Evie stared. Now she was the one whose jaw hung in awe.

“Fuck…” Ili cried, the words muffled by Modryn’s tongue. Her fingers flowed through his mohawk, all the way from back to front. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… oh, Modryn… you’re amazing!”

She met Evie’s eyes. “You’re so… you’re so fucking lucky, Evie!”

Evie didn’t have long to admire the scene, before Farwil was upon her, grabbing her roughly.

“I’m finishing in you, Evie,” he snarled, kneeling, pulling the girl in as best he could in his drunken state until his rigid, oozing length pressed against her belly and the cold medallion around his neck stung at her chest. His crimson eyes were fierce, piercing into her.

His hands came about her scarred waist, cupping her ass to keep her in position. “As long as I have your permission?”

“Yeah, me too,” Bremman said, scrambling over. Evidently neither of the men had finished off the other.

“Well, Ili said it was fine with her,” Evie said. “Is it okay with you, Modryn?”

She looked across to her husband, now pounding quite violently into Ili, whose rhythmic, incomprehensible noises suggested she was loving every second. He didn’t look away from the girl beneath him, or give any indication that he’d heard Evie say a thing.

“...Darling?”

“Mmhm…” he grunted absently, not letting up for a moment. “…Fine.”

That was all Farwil needed to hear before positioning himself, and burying his length deep inside Evie’s cunt. Not letting her get used to it, either, he set a vicious pace that made Evie wail in both surprise and delight.

“Oh, Nine!” she keened, relishing the thick length straining at her walls and clinging onto her new lover for dear life.

She met the younger Dunmer’s eyes, heavy-lidded. He panted openly, evidently feeling no shame in how much he was enjoying what was happening, everything that was happening. She took in his features - beautiful, and angelic, and generally perfect in every way, like most elves. There was a smattering of beauty marks on one cheek, but not the other.

Her lips crashed to his, meeting his tongue, drinking him in. Soon the two were moving in perfect harmony. One hand was at Farwil’s back, supporting herself on his body, and the other played with one of those long, perfect ears, and Evie broke away from his mouth with urgency, forcing Farwil’s head down until she had access, brushing aside his long hair, canine teeth sinking into his other ear gently, but quite desperately, groaning to herself as she chewed.

She’d been expecting Bremman to wait until Farwil had had his turn, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. The Imperial’s rough hands, fondling her tits and ass up until now, they came away, and his fingers returned well-lubricated. He eased one as gently as could be into her asshole. Evie moaned around Farwil’s long ear, welcoming the intrusion, her muscles quivering around Bremman’s digit and swallowing him in as he prepared her for something much greater. She bit down harder than she intended as Bremman added another finger, scissoring her open a little.

Farwil grunted in pain.

“Modryn?” he panted. “…Your wife’s chewing my ear. Is this normal?”

Sweat rolled off Modryn’s brow, still fucking like his very life depended on it.

“…Likes the ears…” was all that could be made out.

Evie was lost in a world of her own pleasure as the two men worked her, only brought back to reality by her best friend’s screams - much more like those of a torture victim than a lover. Evie looked to the girl, whose eyes rolled back in her head, fingernails digging into Modryn’s expansive back as she came, seizing uncontrollably beneath him and giving the cries of her orgasm to the cavern. His pace didn’t let up.

Bremman was slow, and careful, as he knelt behind Evie, pressed his dick to her asshole, and pushed inside.

“Oh, fuck…!” Evie wailed, noticing another pair of strong arms cage her in - once again making a beeline for her tits - now sandwiched between the men and feeling Bremman fill her up inch by inch in gentle, experimental strokes until he was hilted as deep as he could go.

It took a little while for either man to align with the other’s rhythm, but when they did, the two fucked her fiercely, opening Evie’s nerves to a whole new pleasure the likes of which she’d never thought possible. It was too much, too fast. So much had come before this that had had Evie ready to burst. She wouldn’t last long.

Farwil had freed his ear from Evie’s teeth, and over her shoulder the two men shared kiss after kiss, frantic and sloppy. Evie caught Bremman’s head in her hands when she had the chance, crashing her lips to his, again and again, feeling his moans vibrate in her mouth as he fucked her ass, and only returning to Farwil when her neck hurt too much to keep turning that way.

Evie was next to come. She trembled in the mens’ grip, thrashing this way and that as wave after wave of pure gold tore through her nerves, so intensely it was overwhelming, lighting up every extremity and threatening to burst them. Her nails dug so hard into Farwil’s back she was certain she’d torn off skin, but she was totally unaware in the moment. Her screams were inhuman, an expression of an untold, perfect agony the likes of which she’d never known - Farwil did his best to silence them with his mouth, drinking them in.

Next came Bremman’s guttural sigh, against her ear, squeezing her tits a little tighter, and the pulsing of his dick in her ass - the warmth flooding her insides - and Evie’s wanton screams turned to heavy sobs, bawling against Farwil’s lips. She was unable to stop the tears that streamed down her face.

Farwil slowed, nearly to a halt. While his expression was still fierce, desperate, his eyes betrayed his concern.

“Evie… are you all right?”

Bremman eased himself out, and she nodded her head frantically, unable to think of proper words in that moment.

“I’m fine!” she sobbed, gripping Farwil’s body tight. “I don’t know why I’m crying I promise please don’t stop I’m still coming!”

Next to them, Modryn’s roar tore through the cavern as he came next, anguish written on his face as he shuddered, hips slowing, more and more with each stroke, until he too had stilled. Atop Ili’s small form, still buried as deep inside of her as he could get, his every breath was so heavy.

Though he still looked at her with that same worry, Farwil obliged, fucking Evie frantically through the rest of her tear-stained orgasm. Each breath came ragged, the hands holding her in place, the muscles of his arms, trembling from both the effort and his approaching release.

“You’d better hurry up Evie…” he keened. “I can’t hold out any longer…”

True to his word, it was all too much for him too. As the last of that perfect pain throbbed in Evie’s core, Farwil stiffened, his cry of ecstacy rang out and echoed about the cavern as he spilled in her depths, riding out his own release until he too, the last of the group, had stilled.

Somewhere in the cavern, water still dripped steadily onto the ground, and the fire still crackled and snapped in the centre of the space. And five pairs of lungs gasped for air. Bremman, on all fours, shoulders heaving from release and exertion, sweat-slicked brown hair fallen over his face. He started to sit up straight. Farwil and Evie, trembling together, and coming to their senses and breaking apart after what seemed like an age. Modryn and Ili, unmoving, the strong Dunmer still pinning her down on the bedroll.

Evie slid off Farwil’s lap, and he eyed her with suspicion as she placed her hands to the dirt.

“What was that?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

Again, Evie nodded, trying to get her breathing back to normal. She chuckled a little.

“Yeah, I promise I’m fine. That’s… never happened before, I don’t know what came over me. I think it was just too intense. I’m fine though.”

She smiled at the younger Dunmer, painfully aware of how flushed her face was. “It was really… really good. Sorry for worrying you. And… sorry if I hurt your ear.”

Farwil brushed off her words. “Don’t worry about it.”

He turned to address his wife. “Are you all right, Ili?”

Ili was evidently lost for words. Lazy fingertips drew patterns on Modryn’s muscular back. Aside from his still-laboured breaths, he hadn’t moved an inch since he’d come, still staring down at the girl, still buried in her depths.

“...Yeah…” she finally breathed. “…Wow…”

Modryn’s stare was intense, and his ears were low.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. “I got carried away.”

Ili giggled. “It was my pleasure! You were incredible, don’t worry.”

He said nothing, averting his gaze as though it would make the situation less intimate, less painfully awkward, still catching his breath.

The girl beneath him offered a comforting hand to his arm. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. Now… are you going to let me up?”

He did just that, easing off the girl, his softening cock slipping out of her as soon as he moved. Immediately he retreated, finding his underwear and putting them back on, while Ili went straight to her husband, who enveloped her in his arms. He placed his lips to her temple.

Farwil’s grin was wicked. “So tell me, both of you… was that your first time with a group?”

Modryn sat down on his bedroll, away from the others, and he nodded slowly.

“Yeah, same for me,” Evie said.

“Thanks for being such great sports,” Ili said, and then lowered her voice. “…I hope Modryn’s all right.”

Evie got up, leaving the group, and went to him. As she sat down next to her husband, Farwil’s cum began to leak from between her thighs. As of now, Bremman’s was nowhere to be found.

She placed a hand to his shoulder, and found she didn’t know how to start.

“Darling, are you okay? I know things got a little out of hand.”

Modryn didn’t look at her. “I’ll be fine, Evie.”

He grabbed his leather pants and got up, stepping into them. “I need a piss, I’ll be back soon. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Alone.”

“Wait!” Farwil called out. He hurried across the cavern and reached for his satchel, and returned with a large vial containing a thick, yellow liquid.

He held the birth control potion out to Modryn. “It’s disgusting stuff, but we all need to take some.”

Wordlessly, Modryn took the vial, seemingly unbothered by the taste as he drank. When he handed it back, he summoned the magelight with a small jerk of his wrist, the tiny ball soaring across the space and following him as he left, down the corridor, the cavern darkening until it was lit only dimly by the fire.

All eyes were on Evie.

“...I’m sure he’ll be all right, it was just a bit much for him,” she said, scratching at the nape of her neck. “But from my perspective, it was… fun. Unexpected, but definitely enjoyable. But perhaps once is enough.”

Like Modryn, she set about finding her clothes, slipping her tunic over her head. She ought to find somewhere to pee before she went to sleep, too.

The Knights were much more relaxed in comparison - thankfully seeing fit to don their clothes and try to pretend nothing had happened. Modryn would probably welcome that when he returned.

“So,” Farwil began. “Did we finish the wine?”

One by one, five fighters opened their eyes to almost complete darkness. The fire, which had been burning out by the time everyone laid down to rest, was now little more than smouldering embers, doing nothing whatsoever to help them see but at the very least, betraying the centre of the room and giving the gang some vague grounding for their immediate surroundings.

“Modryn!” Bremman called out. “We need light!”

The elf raised a dutiful hand without bothering to turn over, and the cavern was suddenly filled with magelight.

Evie sat up, gazing blearily at the far wall.

“Nine… what time is it?” she asked, to no one in particular. “Did we oversleep?”

“No, but we need to leave,” Modryn replied, getting out of his bedroll and folding it up. “Even though we cleared out the bandits, there may be stragglers somewhere on the mountain.”

“Mmhm,” Evie hummed.

She raised her voice. “C’mon guys, wake up! Let’s get all this packed away.”

The Knights of the Thorn obliged her, groaning to themselves as they rolled over. Bremman clutched at his head, fingertips digging hard into his skull.

“Shit…” he croaked. “I feel like death. How much did we drink?”

Evie’s gaze panned to her left, meeting her husband’s eye, and neither could help the way they laughed.

“We really quit while we were ahead, didn’t we?” Evie asked him. “You especially. I can only imagine how bad they feel…”

Farwil managed to drag himself out of his bedroll, crawling on all fours for a small distance before promptly vomiting on the ground.

“Farwil!” Ili cried. Just a couple of feet away, she leaped up in an instant. “Can you look before you do that?”

The mer sunk to his elbows, cradling his head in his hands. “Not now… too loud. Owh... what did I do to my back?”

"It looks awful," Ili said, leaning over to survey the damage.

“C’mon,” Evie repeated, getting up and making a start collecting the empty glass bottles that were strewn about the space. “Hangover or not, we need to get this place cleared up.”

In what seemed like no time at all, the tiny camp site was cleared, and the Guild leaders, and the Knights of the Thorn, donned their armour, preparing to descend the mountain. Evie sat against the wall, one knee up, elbow resting on her thigh and her head supported by the palm of her hand, and watched Farwil as he dressed. It hadn’t really sunk in yet. He’d fucked her last night. So had Bremman. And Ili, in a way.

Would this change things? She’d always recognised that Farwil was a very handsome man - and she’d always preferred elves - but since they first met, she’d always known him as Ili’s husband. When they'd given her that contract in Cheydinhal, they were both complete strangers to her.

And now look at us, she thought to herself.

Apparently Farwil was quite different when he and Ili first met. Less refined was how Ili put it - although Evie thought with a smile growing across her face, he couldn’t possibly be less refined than he was now. Apparently he’d grown up a lot since then. Evie wouldn’t know, she never knew him back then.

What happened wouldn’t change anything, not to her. Farwil was still her best friend’s husband, and the two of them simply had less inhibitons than normal when it came to the bedroom. And Bremman… he’d always be a close friend. Although she’d never see him or Marie in the same way again. It’s a Knights thing, Bremman had said. She’d never see any of the Knights the same way again, now she knew what really happened in the Lodge.

She'd been right. There would never be secrets here again.

The group filed out of the cavern entrance, one by one, into the brilliant morning sunlight that poured down from a clear sky. It filtered through the trees and sparkled on their still-wet leaves, dappling the sodden ground. It would still be a dangerous trek to the bottom, but the daylight gave them peace of mind, and besides, Imperial Guards regularly patrolled the paths, not too far out of reach. If one of them was hurt along the way, getting help would be far easier.

Evie was the last to leave the cool, musty darkness behind. Ahead of her, the two Dunmer men approached the entrance before an earth-shatting thud cracked the air - Modryn slammed Farwil against the corridor wall with all his might, strong hand wrapped around his throat. The attack had taken Farwil by surprise at first but now his eyes were wide and fearful, body frozen in shock. His ears drooped as he looked into the face of death.

Modryn’s crimson stare was deadly as hellfire as he leaned in, inches from Farwil’s face. Evie stepped back, icy dread trickling up her spine.

“If you say ANYTHING,” Modryn growled. “I’ll kill you.”

It wasn’t easy with the hand wrapped around his neck, but Farwil was able to nod frantically, enough for Modryn to see.

“...Naturally…!” he squeaked.

As quickly as it had arrived at Farwil’s throat, Modryn’s hand relented, freeing him. Modryn stormed off, out into the daylight without another word.

Evie stared. Ili and Bremman, stared. Farwil wilted under the eyes still fixed on him, grinning bashfully.

“I- well…” he began, fiddling with the hilt of the sword at his armoured hip. “…That could’ve been worse, right?”

Evie offered him a pitying smile, and a hand to his arm, as she led him out of the cavern.