Marielle x Camilla Valerius

Marielle of Wayrest was left wondering just which Divine, or Divines, she had pissed off to end up in her current predicament. Her mind was still full of cotton wool considering the last thing she could remember was finding herself caught in the middle of a bitter fight. Then she'd been clobbered on the back of the head, and she had few memories between then and waking up on the back of the cart.

She was beside three men, one proving rather chatty and revealing the identity of one of her companions in the cart. That made her stomach drop, because if she was beside Ulfric Stormcloak, then it was easy to figure out where they were heading.

The cart was eventually steered through the gates of Helgen. She didn't know the geography of Skyrim at all, but her chatty companions spoke whimsically of memories, perhaps even of the recent past. She was aware of the civil war that had erupted in Skyrim but never thought she'd find herself neck deep in the middle of it. She'd come looking for fortune and glory, aware of the numerous ruins, temples and crypts that dotted the landscape.

So much for that…

With her neck on the block, she closed her eyes and prayed to Dibella, hoping she would end up at her bosom, and her soul would live on in relative bliss for the rest of time.

But the Divines must have been watching her, as she didn't end up with her head in a basket. A dragon appeared and the next hour or so of her life was utter chaos. She ended up being assisted at first by a Stormcloak by the name of Ralof. He helped her get out of her binds, find some clothing and a weapon, and they managed to make their way through the ruins of Helgen.

But when they met up with the surviving Legionaries, she chose to join Hadvar, though thanked Ralof for the assistance and wished him good luck. Following Hadvar, they made their way forward as the dragon continued its destruction of the city. It took at least another hour until they were finally free, having fought Stormcloaks, skeletons and spiders, but snuck past an enormous slumbering bear, before escaping into fresh air, the dragon flying off into the distance.

Hadvar escorted her to a village named Riverwood, and it was only there that she could finally relax. Sitting around a table, she explained her story, at least in regards to how she'd ended up in a cart with Ulfric Stormcloak. Thankfully, Hadvar believed her tale, as much as she was willing to share. Knowing she now only had the clothes on her back, Hadvar suggested she speak to Alvor, his uncle.

After hearing her story, he offered her some coin so she could rest at the inn that evening, before he asked if she could notify the local lord, Jarl Balgruuf, about what happened at Helgen. Figuring she was already involved, and that it would be a favour to the man who had helped her escape, she agreed to leave for the city of Whiterun the next morning.

Heading into the Sleeping Giant Inn a little later, she paid for one of the spare rooms, surprised that the female innkeeper seemed to be rather suspicious of her. Perhaps it was the fact she was covered in dirt, a little blood, and had no luggage with her. Asking if there was a place to wash, it was suggested she head to the river as the water was cool and fresh, straight off the mountain.

She was right about the water being cold. Looking for a secluded area, she stripped off and stepped into the water, giggling as she felt the nipples on her small breasts harden immediately, lowering her body down to give herself a good scrub. Ducking her head underneath, she poked her head out and closed her eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet. The journey from High Rock hadn't been easy at times, and while Riverwood seemed peaceful enough, she knew she'd have to move on quickly.

Feeling refreshed, her stomach was grumbling so the next thing she needed was a meal and a drink. Sitting at a table, her order was taken by the female innkeeper, and she was a little friendlier this time, introducing herself as Delphine. After eating her meal, she took a seat by the firepit and found her attention by the rather attractive brunette sitting two seats across, quickly learning her name was Camilla, and she was a native of Riverwood.

"What brings a Breton to our small village?" she asked, "We don't see many around here." Then she caught herself. "I'm sorry, I mean no offence."

Marielle chuckled. "None taken. I'm fairly sure you don't get too many here. I'm here seeking my fortune, though I hit a rough patch as soon as I headed over the border. Could have been a hell of a lot worse."

Camilla relaxed back in her chair. "I wish I could head off on some sort of adventure, but my brother… I'm surprised he lets me out of the house sometimes."

"Adventuring isn't all it's cracked up to be. Dangerous and tiring are two words that immediately come to mind."

"Sure it's a lot more fun that being stuck in this no horse town."

Marielle grinned to herself, seeing an opening worth pursuing. "So what do you do for fun, Camilla?"

Her eyes sparkled in the light of the fire, her lips slightly parting, even a slight lick of the lips. She leaned in closer, and Marielle got a whiff of the perfume she was wearing. "Well, there is something I like to do but, again, my brother does interfere far too often, scaring off many potential… well... If I were to, say, not go home tonight, I'm sure he'll be sending out a search party for me come the morning."

Another drink was shared, the night started to wind down, long enough that Delphine let them know it was last drinks. Finishing off their tankards, Marielle stood up and wandered into her room, waiting to see if she would be joined by Camilla.

She was, the brunette walking in, closing the door behind her before they each closed the gap, the first kiss a sign of what would be coming next. The attraction had been immediate from both sides.

"I love redheads," Camilla whispered before resuming their kiss, hands exploring the body of each other. Marielle had bright red hair, she kept shoulder length, green eyes, slight freckling over her nose, a pair of full lips. She didn't stand particularly tall, had slight curves but would consider herself wiry, small breasts but a pert little arse and a great pair of legs, despite her smaller stature.

Finding herself on her back on the bed, Camilla was busy showing her talents in just kissing alone when Marielle felt the first poke into her body. Camilla obviously noticed and stopped immediately, starting to blush. "Ummm…"

"You're futanari?"

"Yeah… Is… Is that a problem?"

"I don't sleep with men, Camilla. I'll sleep with women as I love eating pussy, and most women know how to return the favour. And I'll sleep with futanari because you're a woman with added equipment, and generally know how to use it when you're inside me." She paused and smiled. "I want to see it."

Marielle had a long list of lovers. She hadn't lied. She loved sleeping with women, though finding a woman to sleep with wasn't always easy. But many women loved sleeping with futanari. Their number was plentiful. The last census was that society was split into thirds. A third of the population was male, a third female, a third futanari. Every race was split evenly too.

As they continued to make out, they helped undress each other, Camilla moving her lips down to her neck and eventually her breasts, for which she was rather complimentary. Her tongue showed her nipples plenty attention, and when her fingers slipped under her skirt, and then her panties, she was already soaking wet, moaning when two of her fingers slid inside her.

"Oh fuck," she murmured.

Camilla was wearing a long dress, thankfully she'd bunched it up so Marielle could get a good feel of what she was packing. Managing to get her panties down, she wrapped her fingers around a rather thick cock, which made Camilla meet her eyes and grin. "I'm sure you're wondering?"

"Divines, yes."

"Eight inches. And obviously nice and thick."

She needed to see it, helping unbutton her dress and taking that off, before her bra joined her dress on the floor, followed by her panties. Seeing it for the first time, Marielle was sure she felt her pussy get even wetter. It had been far too long since she'd been fucked.

But it had also been far too long since she'd sucked cock, and she definitely wanted to suck hers then and there. Camilla removed her fingers, sucking on them and complimenting Marielle on her taste, before she lay down. Marielle spun around and lowered her pussy, feeling Camilla's tongue dart out, earning an immediate moan. "Well, I'm going to enjoy this," she stated.

Marielle gently grasped her cock and licked it up and down. Pre-cum was already leaking, so she figured Camilla was already rather turned on and would cum quickly. Marielle would admit she loved swallowing the cum of her futanari lovers. There was just something about it that made her want it anytime she was with one.

She took her time eventually swallowing her eight inches, but once she did, Camilla was definitely resisting the urge to just fuck her mouth. Having her pussy eaten at the same time was usually distracting, but sensing that Camilla wasn't going to last long, she could concentrate just enough to ensure she'd make her cum, then she'd just sit up and let Camilla focus on her pussy.

"Fucking hell, you're good," Camilla moaned. Marielle didn't reply, her head bobbing up and down, devouring her cock, making love to it with her mouth. She just wanted to taste her cum, swallow it down… then after her pussy was eaten, lie back and have Camilla give her all eight inches, hopefully for the rest of the night.

"Divines, you're better than good," Camilla moaned before she fired into her mouth. The first shot took Marielle by surprise, and like always, it was thick, sweet, and she swallowed it down eagerly. Five more thick shots emptied into her mouth, Marielle eagerly gulping down each one before her cock stopped throbbing, Marielle removing her mouth, cock now covered in cum and spit, licking it up and down before she let it rest against her body.

Sitting up, Camilla now entirely focused on her pussy. Marielle felt her own orgasm approaching quickly, Camilla's tongue proving rather talented, and she was soon writhing on her face. Arms now wrapped around her thighs, Camilla seemed to double down on her efforts to make her cum, Marielle squeezing her nipples to heighten the sensation.

The orgasm hit her hard, forcing her body down into Camilla's mouth as she cried out. "Oh Divines!" she whimpered, needing to lean forward and rest on her forearms as Camilla didn't relent until she needed to ask her to stop. Immediately spinning around, she kissed Camilla hard, quickly finding herself on her back, her cock poking at her pussy, though she didn't slide it in just yet.

"Shame you can't hang around, but if you're ever in the village again," Camilla stated with a grin.

"Do this often?"

The grin broadened. "When I can get away from my brother, I will spend the night in the tavern hoping for a young woman to arrive." There was a moments pause. "You don't happen to have a potion, do you?"

"Never leave home without them," Marielle stated with a grin of her own, "So you can fuck and fill me for as long as you want, Camilla."

Camilla kissed her with a passion that surprised her, though that was due to the fact she slid her cock inside her in one swift movement, both of them moaning as it was quickly buried in full. Then, to put it simply, Marielle of Wayrest was utterly fucked for the next… however long it was. She spread her legs wide, shuffled to get comfortable, and could watch that thick cock just thrust in and out of her. Camilla had a fantastic body. Curves in all the right areas. Her breasts were far larger than hers, and her mouth soon found a nipple to suck on. Camilla pushed her legs back, lifting her arse off the bed, picking up the pace and power of her thrusts.

"Oh fuck yes!" Marielle cried.

"You definitely love futanari cock."

She couldn't help chuckle. "I've had a few partners in my life. I won't lie. Love a nice thick cock inside me."

Camilla leaned down and kissed her hard again, and when she released a moan into her mouth, Marielle couldn't help grin, as it was the moan of someone who wanted to cum inside her. "Fucking hell, you are lovely and tight too."

"We Breton's generally have some tight pussy for our lovers."

"You should definitely return when you can."

Camilla lasted a few more minutes before she came inside her, releasing her legs so Marielle could wrap them around her, and she wanted to keep that cock inside her for as long as possible. Resting on her forearms, Camilla took five or so minutes before she resumed fucking her, Marielle chuckling as Camilla wasted no time pumping into her, holding her legs back herself, letting Camilla just focus on pounding her.

"Fuck yes, keep going," she moaned.

Camilla could get her hand into position to fondle her clit. Marielle came hard within a couple of minutes, fairly sure that the innkeeper was now wide awake at the noise they were making. But she didn't care, nor did Camilla. "Best pussy I've had in years," she murmured.

"Well, I'll definitely take that compliment You have a fantastic cock, Camilla."

By the time Camilla came inside her again, both of them were covered in sweat, Camilla's cheeks a rather rosy red, dark hair stuck to her forehead, Marielle releasing her legs to run her fingers down her back. Feeling her pull out, there was no missing the cum leaking out of her, though the surprise was when Camilla lifted her up and had a look. "That is one well fucked pussy. Oh, and look, it's full of my cum too." When she started to eat her out again, Marielle couldn't help giggle. She only did it for a minute or so, finding herself lowered down as Camilla lay down next to her. "I love the taste of my own cum. You know we masturbate a lot?"

"I'm aware. I love watching it."

"Well, as I don't get action all the time here, I need to take care of myself so I'm rather expert at getting myself off. I'm aware some futanari out there who are longer than myself, and rather flexible, can suck themselves off. I've tried but I can only just about take the tip in my mouth. So I simply stroke myself instead. I obviously cum hard, enough that I can cum on my face, though most of the time, I'll just get myself into position so I can aim into my mouth."

"Is your brother aware?"

"That I'm futanari?" She nodded. "Of course. I think it's half the reason he worries so much, probably worried I'll end up fucking the wrong person or something. I've heard of men reacting badly when they think they're picking up a female and end up with a futanari. But I'm sure you're aware that we generally let potential partners know the truth. You gave off the sort of vibe that suggested you wouldn't have minded either way."

"If you only had a pussy, I would have happily given that attention instead. The fact you are futanari was simply a bonus, Camila." She turned and rested against her. "Have you ever had problems? I've heard stories."

"No, I've never had an issue with a man reacting poorly. But I've obviously heard of incidents. Sure, there are some men who don't mind, but while there is tolerance, well, there are still plenty of narrow minded idiots out there."

"I think you're just a gift from the Divines. A woman with a cock? Can't think of anything better."

"Want to ride this woman with a cock?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Straddling her lap, she rubbed her pussy along her shaft, teasing her for a few minutes before finally lifting herself up and slowly sliding down her cock, watching Camilla's face light up. Marielle loved riding cock, particularly one as thick as Camilla's, and she soon built up a good rhythm, rubbing her clit at the same time as Camilla sat up just enough that her mouth found her nipples once again.

"Oh Divines, that's good," she murmured.

"You have a great pair of breasts, Marielle."

"I know they're not big…"

"They fit your frame perfectly." Feeling two hands on her arse, giving her cheeks a squeeze, Camilla added, "And you have a fantastically tight arse too."

Marielle rode her faster, and when her orgasm hit, it was almost a surprise, causing her to cry out loudly, leaning down to kiss her, though she didn't stop, Camilla urging her to keep riding her a little longer. She eventually enjoyed another two orgasms before she needed to stop, though all that happened was Camilla lifted her off, spun her around and pounded her from behind, Marielle finding her hair gently pulled back by her hair.

Feeling hot breath in her air, Camilla murmured, "Definitely the best pussy I've had in a long time."

"Fill me up again," Marielle pleaded.

Camilla did just that a few minutes later, and that was the end of the night for both of them. Marielle hadn't been fucked for so long in months, and if she was honest, her pussy was starting to feel a little tender. When she told Camilla, the other woman just chuckled. "We've been fucking a few hours now."

"And you're still hard!"

"And I could probably still cum too. Best thing about being futanari. Little wonder women like you love us. Men cum once and pass out, some barely able to get it up again. We cum and keep going, ready to fill you up again within half an hour."

A clean up was required, and once their bodies were clean of sweat and cum, Marielle had no problem snuggling into her new lover. Might only be a one-night stand, but she always enjoyed being fucked by someone and then at least sharing the bed for the rest of the night. Being fucked and then left alone did make her feel a little cheap.

Waking the next morning, being poked in the back by her thick cock, Marielle was considering resuming what they were doing last night, but that idea firmly ended when she heard a raised voice outside. When there was a knock at the door and someone calling out Camilla's name, her lover groaned. "Fucking hell, he's already out looking for me," she grumbled.

To her surprise, she stood up and walked to the door naked, opening it. "Oh, for fuck… Put some clothes on, Camilla!"

"Lucius, for the last time, I am not a fucking child, nor do I need you watching my every move."

"You didn't come home last night so naturally I worried."

"I spent the night here and I don't need to tell you about it."

Marielle wasn't going to leave Camilla to fend for herself, so threw on her skirt and shirt, and stood next to Camilla. "Good morning."

Lucius looked at her. "And who are you?"

"Marielle. I spent the night with your sister."

He looked away from her to Camilla. "Shouldn't you be thinking…"

"Don't you even think about finishing that sentence, Lucius. I am my own woman and will make my own damn choices. Now, I am going to enjoy breakfast with Marielle before she needs to leave. Once she departs, I will return home." Then she stepped forward. "And if you dare embarrass me…"

"You're embarrassing yourself considering you're naked."

"I think she's beautiful," Marielle stated.

"Didn't know about the cock," Delphine murmured from behind the counter, "Not that it bothers me, by the way."

Marielle looked around, relieved no-one else was around for the moment. "Go home, Lucius,�� Camilla muttered, "And be grateful I don't just pack my shit and leave. I'm getting tired of this. Tired of you."

As soon as Lucius turned around, Camilla did the same. Marielle turned but Delphine stopped her when she added, "You enjoyed yourself last night."

Feeling slight heat creep into her cheeks, she turned back to her. "Um, we did. Sorry about the noise."

"Oh, I don't mind at all. Found it rather exciting, to be honest." Marielle definitely felt her eyes widen in surprise. "As I said, had no idea Camilla was futanari. She's kept that secret well-hidden for a long time now. She has an impressive cock."

"That's why I have no complaints this morning. Um, thanks… for understanding."

Delphine smiled as Marielle turned back to the room. Closing the door, she found Camilla sat on the edge of the bed, wiping at her cheeks. Marielle sat next to her. "Why won't he just leave me alone?" she murmured, Marielle wrapping an arm around her waist, Camilla leaning into her. "I just want to live my life, Marielle."

Marielle didn't know what to say, and in those moments, sometimes silence was golden. Camilla eventually stood up and started to get dressed. Fully clothed once again a couple of minutes later, they headed out into the dining area for a little breakfast.

Camilla escorted her outside and towards the bridge leading out of town, giving her directions and advice on what she might find once arriving in Whiterun. The pair shared a hug and one hell of a final kiss by the bridge, Camilla dazzling her with one hell of a grin. "I know it might be unlikely, but if you ever find yourself this way again…"

"I'll definitely book a room at the same tavern."

A final hug, a fond farewell exchanged, and Marielle wandered over the bridge, turning back once to wave at Camilla, before she turned and set her mind to arriving in Whiterun.