Misunderstanding

The last rays of sunlight faded away, leaving the little forest clearing in darkness. Alexa shivered and hugged herself, the thin fabric of her tattered clothes providing little warmth against the chill night air.

"Hey Vanher?" she ventured uncertainly, glancing around the small campsite. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

The hunter paused what he was doing and turned to look her up and down slowly. His gaze lingered shamelessly on the massive tits straining against her flimsy top. A lazy smirk played across his lips.

"With me in my bedroll, girl," he stated plainly with a nod toward the lone sleeping bag laid out near the fire pit. "Unless you wanna freeze that sweet little ass off sleepin' on the hard ground."

Alexa's eyes went wide as her cheeks flushed. "W-With you?" she stammered, clutching her top tighter against her chest. "But...that's...I can't..."

Her words trailed off weakly. As uncomfortable as the idea made her, did she really have another choice? Her skimpy rags wouldn't nearly keep her warm enough through the night. And she was completely relying on Vanher's wilderness skills out here.

The hunter snorted at her discomfort, shaking his head. "Suit yourself then," he said with a casual shrug, turning back to his tasks. "But don't come crawling to me later when you're shivering like a newborn babe."

Alexa pressed her lips together tightly, shooting him a withering glare despite the flush still staining her cheeks. Arrogant ass. But as crass and uncouth as he was, she had to admit Vanher had a point.

She sighed and reluctantly made her way over to the bedroll, carefully stepping around the thorny bushes. Up close in the flickering firelight, she couldn't help but notice Vanher's ruggedly handsome features - the chiseled jaw, tanned skin with a few roguish scars. She had to admit he was attractive in a roguish sort of way, despite his crass behavior.

Trying not to stare too much, she gingerly settled down on the very edge of the bedroll. She tucked her legs beneath her and smoothed down her tattered skirt over her thighs, feeling self-conscious as the thin fabric clung tightly to outline the curves of her generous hips and butt.

Vanher gave her an amused look as he stretched out beside her, shrugging off his leather jerkin to reveal his lean, muscular torso crisscrossed with old scars. Alexa's gaze lingered on the ridges of his abs for a moment before quickly glancing away, a slight blush rising to her cheeks. Why am I blushing? He's a man!

"What's wrong, sweetmeat?" The hunter chuckled deeply, shaking out his shaggy dark hair. "You're lookin' a bit flushed there. Not used to sharin' a bedroll with a real man, eh?"

Alexa shot him a withering glare, her blush deepening as she shifted uncomfortably. "That's highly inappropriate," she retorted, unable to keep the indignation from her voice despite her embarrassment.

Vanher just laughed again, completely unrepentant. "If you say so," he said with a shrug, stretching out on his back and lacing his fingers behind his head. His muscular frame took up most of the narrow bedroll, forcing Alexa to perch precariously on the very edge.

She fidgeted, feeling very ill-at-ease being in such close quarters with the roguish hunter and his half-naked muscular form. As a former man, she found the whole situation exceptionally awkward and unsettling, despite her new feminine body's unconscious reactions. Part of her still saw Vanher as a fellow man, making her deeply uncomfortable with the intimacy of sharing a bedroll. She had to resist the urge to scoot even further away.

Alexa squirmed uncomfortably as her skirt rode up way too high, exposing most of her long legs to the cool night air. She tugged at the hem, trying to cover herself, but Vanher's gaze was already roaming over the exposed skin with an appreciative leer.

"Hey, eyes up here!" she snapped, flushing red-hot under his brazen stare. But her indignation was cut short by a violent shiver that wracked her slender frame. Goosebumps erupted across her bare arms as she hugged herself tightly, gritting her teeth against the chill.

Vanher just tutted and shook his head in amusement. "Toldja you should've taken me up on sharing the bedroll, girl. You'll be a popsicle before morning at this rate."

Alexa shot him a withering glare, too miserable to retort as her teeth chattered uncontrollably. Her lips were already turning blue, puffs of condensation clouding with each ragged exhale.

"Aw, quit bein' so stubborn." Vanher sighed as he sat up, reaching over to yank her into his lap before she could protest.

"Wh-What are you--?!" Alexa let out a startled squeak as she was abruptly pulled across his thighs, her overflowing breasts mashed against his bare chest through her thin top. His thick, muscular arm clamped around her waist like a vise, pinning her firmly against his frame as his calloused palm cradled her jaw.

"Just relax and let me keep you cozy, wench," he rumbled, nuzzling his scruffy cheek against her temple as his other hand settled on her flat belly. Rough fingertips traced idle patterns along the exposed strip of skin above her skirt's waistline, drawing involuntary shivers that had nothing to do with the cold.

Alexa tensed at the intimate contact, her face flushing despite the chill. She tried to pull away on instinct, but Vanher's arm was unrelenting, trapping her against the delicious heat radiating from his body. As much as part of her still balked at being held so closely by another man, the warmth was undeniably comforting after shivering for so long.

"Just get some rest," he murmured in her ear, his palm sliding lower to splay possessively across her back. "I'll keep you nice and warm tonight, girl. No need to be so skittish around me."

Despite his reassurances, Alexa's heart thundered in her chest as she forced herself to relax into his embrace. She was hyper-aware of every point where her body pressed against his - the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her back, the rise and fall of his powerful chest, the rough fabric of his trousers abrading her bare thighs where her skirt had ridden up indecently high. It all felt so...intimate. Unfamiliar. Wrong, in a way she couldn't fully articulate.

But the heat enveloping her was simply too tempting after being chilled to the bone. Alexa squeezed her eyes shut and willed her breathing to steady, trying to focus on the soothing crackle of the dying campfire instead of the hard ridge pressing against her stomach.

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Alexa slowly drifted awake, snuggling deeper into Vanher's warm embrace with a contented murmur. His strong arms were wrapped securely around her, one large hand cupping and kneading her breast through the thin fabric of her top. She could feel the heat of his calloused palm against her breasts as his rough fingers teased and pinched at her already stiff peak.

She squirmed slightly, a pleasant ache blossoming between her thighs as Vanher's other hand stroked along her bare skin. His fingers dipped lower, parting her wet folds to circle her sensitive clit in languid motions. Alexa let out a soft whimper, arching her back to press herself more firmly into his touch.

"That's it, sweetmeat," Vanher rumbled in her ear, his scratchy stubble grazing her cheek. "Just relax and let me take care of you..."

Alexa could only nod dazedly, still half-lost in the warm haze of sleep. She draped one leg over his, opening herself wider to his questing fingers as they slipped inside her slick pussy. A breathy moan spilled from her parted lips as her inner walls fluttered around the thick digits pumping in and out.

Vanher chuckled softly, increasing the pace of his thrusts as his palm ground against her engorged nub. "Such a needy little wench," he murmured, nipping at the curve of her neck. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're good and satisfied..."

Alexa could only whimper and squirm, her hips rolling in time with the steady rhythm of his fingers. Pleasure built inside her like a rising tide, each ragged breath and muffled mewl urging her higher. When Vanher's thumb focused on her aching bud, rubbing tight circles with just the right amount of pressure, she came undone.

Her back arched like a bow, a strangled cry torn from her throat as she shuddered and clenched around his buried digits. Warmth gushed over his hand, her slick folds fluttering with each pulse of her climax. Through it all, Vanher simply held her close, murmuring soft praises against her sweat-dampened skin as he worked her through the shattering waves of bliss.

She let her eyes drift shut again, enjoying his warmth for a few extra moments. That is, until she felt him moving behind her. His arms tightened briefly before letting her go, and the bedroll creaked as he sat up.

"Mmm...where y'goin'?" Alexa mumbled groggily, blindly reaching back when the warmth disappeared. Her questing hand found only rumpled furs.

"Just relax, sweetmeat," Vanher's deep voice rumbled near her ear, making her tense. Rough fingers threaded through her tousled hair. "Got a little wake-up treat for you..."

Before Alexa could question it, something thick and fleshy prodded between her sleepy lips. She parted them instinctively, letting the musky shaft slide over her tongue and push deeper into her mouth. It stretched her jaws wide until they ached, her eyes watering.

"Atta girl," Vanher purred, his other hand cupping the back of her head to hold her in place. "Keep those pretty lips spread nice and wide..."

Alexa's eyes fluttered open, still hazy from sleep as she tried to make sense of the thick thing filling her mouth. All she could see were tanned skin and a thatch of coarse curls right in her face. As the heady, masculine scent overwhelmed her senses, her sleepy brain finally caught up to the situation.

Alexa jerked her head back in shock, but Vanher's grip in her hair was iron tight. He shoved forward, ramming that thick cock past her lips and deep down her throat before she could protest. She gagged hard, eyes going wide as she choked on the fat shaft invading her mouth.

Frantically, she clawed at his hips and thighs, desperate to push him off. But Vanher was relentless, keeping her pinned in place as he ruthlessly plundered her convulsing throat. Each shallow breath was a ragged wheeze around the obscene cock stuffing her airway.

Just as dark spots started flickering at the edges of her vision, Vanher finally pulled back, leaving just the swollen head wedged between her abused lips. Alexa gulped down air in harsh pants, bile burning at the back of her raw throat.

"Wh-What the fuck are you doing?!" she rasped out. She tried to turn her head away from that spongy cockhead stretching her lips, but he easily held her in place with a hand on her chest.

"Just collectin' what you owe me, Alexa," Vanher whispered as he patted her cheek. Then his calloused thumb flicked over her stiff, aching nipple. "After I saved your sweet ass from that wolf and let you snuggle up in my bedroll, you really thought I'd let you off without puttin' that pretty mouth to use?"

Alexa's eyes widened in outrage, but before she could protest, Vanher shoved his shaft back between her lips, mashing her face against his groin. She gagged helplessly around the thick cock splitting her jaws.

Vanher groaned, tightening his grip to hold her in place as he began savagely face-fucking her. Each brutal thrust drove the flared head of his cock deep into her convulsing throat, making her choke and gag with each desperate inhale. 

Tears streamed down Alexa's cheeks as she squirmed beneath him, scrabbling weakly at his hips in a futile attempt to push him off. But he was too strong, rutting between her lips with harsh grunts until dark spots swam across her vision once more.

With a brutal grunt, Vanher slammed his hips forward, burying his thick cock to the root in Alexa's convulsing throat. His heavy balls slapped lewdly against her chin as he hilted himself fully, trapping her in place as she choked and gagged around the obscene invasion.

Alexa's eyes bulged, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she wheezed for air. But Vanher was relentless, keeping her pinned on his twitching shaft as the first hot spurts of his seed flooded her raw gullet. She swallowed reflexively, throat working in desperation as he unleashed his load straight into her belly with a guttural roar of release.

She choked and sputtered, dragging ragged breaths into her burning lungs as Vanher finally pulled his spent cock from her ravaged throat. Thick ropes of his seed clung to her face in an obscene mask, matting in the tangled strands of her blonde hair.

"I...I can't believe you did that..." she rasped out between wheezes, tears of humiliation stinging her eyes as she glared up at the hunter. Her abused voice cracked with anguish. "W-Why would you...how could you just violate me like that?"

Before she could say more, Vanher simply grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head back, shoving his softening member against her swollen lips once more. "Clean it up, wench," he growled, giving her a harsh shake. "And don't think about bitin' unless you want me to knock out those pretty teeth."

Alexa's eyes went wide with dismay and she immediately shook her head in defiant refusal. A muffled whimper slipped past her bruised lips as Vanher's free hand clamped around her nose, cutting off her airway. Dark spots flickered at the edges of her vision as she thrashed weakly, clawing at his iron grip until—

Finally, with no other choice, she parted her lips and allowed the flaccid length to push between them once more. Vanher grunted in satisfaction, releasing her nose as she began reluctantly lapping and suckling the last few drops of his sperm from the spongy cockhead.

"Atta girl," he rumbled, his calloused palm sliding through her messy hair in an almost tender caress. "Bet you were dyin' for a real man's seed all along, weren't you sweetmeat?"

Alexa seethed inwardly at his taunting words, keeping her eyes downcast to avoid his mocking gaze as she dutifully cleaned his cock. Her cheeks burned with shame and helpless rage, each humiliating swipe of her tongue only stoking the flames hotter. Just yesterday, she had been a normal guy living an ordinary life - now she was on her knees like a common whore, servicing this asshole against her will.

"There now, get my balls all nice and clean too," Vanher murmured, giving her head a slight push to guide her lower. Alexa shuddered in revulsion but obeyed, dragging her tongue across his heavy, musky sac to lap up the streaks of drying seed there as well.

When at last he seemed satisfied, Vanher released his grip on her hair with a final pat. "Good girl," he rumbled with a lazy smirk, leaning back on his elbows as he shamelessly watched her tuck his cock away and lace up his breeches with trembling hands. "Not so useless as I thought, considering you were of no help setting up camp."

Alexa flinched like she'd been slapped, tears welling up in her eyes as she shrank back from Vanher's cruel words. "How...how can you be such an asshole?" she choked out, voice cracking with raw emotion as she stared up at him with a look of utter anguish. "Just yesterday I was a normal dude, living my goddamn life. And now..."

She trailed off, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat as she gestured helplessly at her exaggerated feminine form. "Now I'm trapped in this stupid body, getting violated and treated like some two-bit back-alley whore!"

Alexa's shoulders shook with a ragged sob, tears spilling freely down her flushed cheeks. She didn't care how pathetic she looked in that moment - the pain and humiliation were simply too much to keep bottled up any longer. Vanher had not only assaulted and degraded her, but he refused to even acknowledge her as a real person worthy of respect.

"I don't know how or why this happened to me," she rasped out through gritted teeth, swiping angrily at the tears streaking her face. "But you can't just treat me like some sex object because of the way I look now! That's not fucking fair!"

Her outburst was met with stony silence from the hunter. Vanher simply stared at her for a long moment, expression unreadable. Then, he snorted derisively and shook his head.

"You really expect me to buy that bullshit story?" he scoffed, eyeing her up and down with undisguised disdain. "That you were just some normal guy until yesterday? Quit tryin' to spin me tales, wench."

Alexa opened her mouth to protest further, but Vanher simply spoke over her.

"Let's get one thing straight - you're built like a fertile broodmare, plain and simple." His calloused hand whipped out to grope her breast roughly, giving the heavy mass a demeaning squeeze. "Tits like these? An ass that could crush a strong man's head? You were made to be stuffed full of cock and bred like a bitch in heat. That's your purpose in life, not whatever delusions you've cooked up in that pretty little head of yours."

Alexa recoiled as if he'd struck her, instinctively trying to make herself smaller as she clutched her shirt tighter across her chest. "D-Don't you dare call me wench anymore!" she spat through grit teeth, fury flashing in her eyes despite the hot flush of shame coloring her cheeks. "I'm not some...some tavern slut, damn you!"

The hunter snorted derisively at her indignation. "You really don't know nothin', do ye girl?" Shaking his head, he settled back against the bedroll, stretching out his long, muscular legs as he regarded her with a deadpan look. "A wench ain't just some common whore, you dumb girl. You're a wench by the Divines' blessin' - marked by that body of yours and all the...assets...that come with it."

Alexa was about to snap back at Vanher, but then she remembered something that made her pause. Images from the 'Immersive Wenches' mod for Skyrim flashed through her mind - all those busty women in skimpy outfits doing different jobs around Tamriel.

Could that be what was happening here? She looked down at her own exaggerated curves - the massive tits straining against her top, the tiny waist flaring out to thick, shapely hips and a big bubble-butt. It was like she'd become one of those wench characters from the game mod.

But why the hell would that happen? What possible reason could there be for her waking up with this totally stacked, bimbo-esque body? Frowning, Alexa focused inward, bringing up the translucent menu screens in her mind's eye.

She navigated through until the 'Effects' window appeared. And there it was - Nordic Heritage and underneath in a sub-menu she hadn't seen before, Wench Body. Her heart started pounding as she checked the description:

Wench Body: You have the body of an extremely buxom woman, and society expects certain things from you. You cannot pay for items through normal means.

Alexa's breath caught in her throat. So she really was seen as some kind of 'wench' in this world...but why? And what did it mean she couldn't pay for stuff 'normally'?

She shook her head, dismissing the menus. Didn't matter right now. Alexa whipped her head back towards Vanher, eyes blazing. "I don't give a flying fuck what this 'wench' bullshit is supposed to mean," she spat, wiping her mouth in disgust. "What you just did was fucking depraved. I'm not playing along with your sick games anymore, asshole!"

Rage coursed through her as she clutched her tattered clothes tighter and started to get up. But then Vanher's calloused hand shot out, clamping down on her ankle like a vise.

"Where d'you think you're goin', sweetmeat?" he rumbled, giving her leg a harsh yank that sent her tumbling back onto the bedroll. "We're far from done here. You still gotta work off the debt for me savin' your slutty ass."

Alexa's eyes went wide with panic as Vanher loomed over her, already unlacing his breeches. She opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a muffled whimper as his thick cock shoved past her lips, stretching them obscenely wide.