Femme Fatale

Alexa gently kicked the chestnut stallion's flanks, urging him into a steady canter down the winding forest path. The powerful beast's hooves thundered against the hard-packed dirt, his breath puffing in steamy snorts as they made their way through the enveloping darkness.

Up ahead, a faint cluster of flickering lights eventually resolved itself into what looked like a small village not unlike Riverwood. Alexa's eyes narrowed as she studied the humble buildings and palisade walls silhouetted against the star-speckled sky.

Nodding to herself, she decided this would make a suitable place to hole up for the night and resupply before pressing on. Alexa gently squeezed her thighs against the stallion's barrel, mimicking the subtle riding cues she'd seen Yvariel use to control her mount. The well-trained beast responded instantly, slowing to a walking pace before coming to a full stop just inside the tree line.

Alexa swung herself down from the saddle, landing lightly on the loamy forest floor. Her skintight leather armor creaked softly with the movement, the buttery material clinging greedily to every tantalizing curve. She ran an appraising hand over the stallion's muscular neck, murmuring wordless praise at his obedience.

As she reached for the lead to secure him to a nearby oak, a notification window popped up before her eyes.

Do you wish to bind this horse?

Yes / No

Alexa paused as she stared at the words. This must be another function of the System, she realized. If she bound the stallion to herself...could she summon him to her side at will, no matter where he roamed? The utility of such an ability was immense.

Making up her mind, Alexa reached out and tapped the "Yes" option. Instantly, a strange new instinct bloomed within her consciousness. She knew without being told that she could produce a piercing whistle that would compel the bound horse to appear by her side, heedless of any distance. Additionally, she grasped that the stallion now possessed his own discrete inventory space to carry her belongings, with weight limits that could be expanded by saddlebags and other storage.

A hungry grin split Alexa's full lips as she contemplated the implications. With a mere thought, she cycled through her own inventory and began producing items to stow in the newly-accessible inventory. Excess food, water, camping supplies, even some of the bandits' weapons - anything that could weigh her down for extended travel was instantly transferred.

Finally satisfied, Alexa turned her attention back towards the modest village nestled in the valley before her. Torchlight flickered through the gaps between the palisade logs, hinting at a welcoming inn and amenities awaiting within.

Alexa whistled for the stallion to follow and set off down the hillside path towards the village gates. Despite the late hour, she had a sneaking suspicion the inn would find room to accommodate a... guest of her particular talents.

Spotting a small stable next to what looked like an inn, Alexa guided the horse over. She swung herself down from the saddle, her skintight leather armor flexing as it clung to her alluring curves. Alexa wiped a trickle of dried blood from her face before turning to the inn's entrance.

Above the door hung a sign - 'Snowberry Inn.' Alexa pushed through, the door swinging open to reveal a relatively quiet common room. Despite the late hour, there were still a couple of patrons seated at a table, speaking in hushed tones. The innkeeper looked up from polishing mugs behind the bar.

All eyes turned towards the newcomer for a moment, inevitably drawn to Alexa's massive breasts straining against her leather outfit. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, but she flashed a sweet smile and sauntered over to the innkeeper with an exaggerated sway of her hips.

After exchanging greetings, Alexa inquired about renting a room for the night. The innkeeper's gaze lingered on her full, red lips as he nodded. "Aye, we've got rooms...for 17 septims," he said with a sly smile. "Plus a little...service." He made no attempt to hide the lecherous undertone.

Alexa feigned an innocent look, fluttering her long eyelashes. "Service? Whatever do you mean, ser?" She leaned forward, allowing her voluptuous breasts to spill over the low neckline of her leather outfit.

The innkeeper licked his lips unconsciously. "Don't play coy with me, lass. I know what you are." His gaze lingered on the swell of her cleavage. "I saw the way you walked in here, putting that ripe body on display. You're one of them wenches."

Alexa's smile didn't falter as she reached across the bar, trailing a finger along the innkeeper's forearm. "And if I am? A woman has to make her way in this world somehow." She leaned in closer, her full red lips almost brushing his ear. "Are you offering to...sample my wares?"

The innkeeper suppressed a shudder at her sultry whisper. "Aye, that's what I'm proposing. Let's take this somewhere more private." He jerked his head towards the hallway leading to the inn's rooms. "Pay your 'rent' and then we can get...better acquainted."

Without a word, Alexa slid the required 17 septims across the bartop. The innkeeper snatched them up before gesturing for her to follow. He led her down the dimly lit hallway to one of the unoccupied rooms.

Once inside with the door firmly latched, the innkeeper turned to face her, already working at the laces of his coarse woolen breeches. Alexa watched him with a coy smile playing about her full red lips as his manhood sprang free - thick, veiny and already semi-hard in anticipation.

Without a word, she gracefully dropped to her knees before him. Alexa nuzzled her face against the underside of his shaft, letting her hot breath tease over his sensitive flesh. Then she trailed her lips along his entire length in a series of feather-light kisses.

"Is this what you wanted?" she purred, gazing up at him through thick lashes. "To have a wench on her knees before you, worshipping your cock with her mouth?"

The innkeeper let out a guttural groan as Alexa's full lips brushed against the swollen head of his cock. Her tongue swirled teasingly around the sensitive tip before she took the entire thick length into the velvet heat of her mouth in one smooth motion, until her lips met the wiry nest of pubic hair at the base.

Alexa hollowed out her cheeks as she dragged her mouth back up the rigid shaft, her saliva-coated lips clinging to every ridge and vein. Using her massive breasts, she stroked him firmly, mashing the generous mounds together to form a heavenly fleshy valley that engulfed his cock as it pistoned between them.

All the while, she alternated between planting wet, sucking kisses along the throbbing underside and flicking the very tip of her dexterous tongue across the leaking slit, lapping up the first few salty beads of pre-cum. The innkeeper groaned louder at the exquisite sensations, his fingers tangling into Alexa's long blonde hair.

She bobbed her head up and down, taking his entire length into her throat over and over. Lewd slurping and gagging noises filled the room as her dripping saliva coated his crotch. Alexa's cheeks hollowed obscenely with each downward plunge until finally, the innkeeper's back arched and he erupted...

Thick, hot ropes of cum lashed against the back of Alexa's throat as she swallowed his load. Alexa slowly pulled back, letting the innkeeper's softening cock slip from between her full, spit-slicked lips with an obscene pop. His warm seed clung to her chin and cheeks as she gazed up at him with half-lidded, sultry eyes.

"Did you enjoy my mouth, ser?" she purred in a husky tone, tongue darting out to lasciviously lap up the streaks of cum painting her face.

The innkeeper groaned, still riding the ebbing waves of his powerful orgasm. Alexa maintained her cocksucking lips in a tantalizing pout as she awaited his response, idly stroking his softening length.

"Aye...you're a right talented wench," he finally managed, voice thick with lust.

Alexa's lips curled into a smirk at the praise. Keeping her bedroom eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth wider to fully expose her cum-glazed tongue and the insides of her cheeks - leaving no doubt she had swallowed every drop.

The innkeeper shuddered at the lewd display. "But don't think that's all you'll be doing to earn your keep tonight, lass."

He hauled Alexa up by her armpits until she was standing before him. His calloused hands immediately went for the laces of her skintight leather outfit, fingers fumbling impatiently.

Alexa tsked and batted his pawing hands away. "Now, now...I don't recall being paid for such services," she chided with a teasing lilt. "My mouth is one thing, but if you want this sweet pussy..." She cocked her hips, emphasizing her womanly curves. "That'll cost you extra, ser."

The innkeeper's face flushed red with mingled arousal and embarrassment at being denied. With a frustrated growl, he hastily retied his breeches and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Alexa's coquettish smirk melted away the second she was alone. Her eyes narrowed to slits, lips peeling back to reveal grit teeth as she glared at the door he'd exited. Slowly, deliberately, she raised a finger to wipe a thick streak of cum from the corner of her mouth before slipping it into her mouth to suckle it clean.

"Filthy man..." she spat once it was gone.

Prostitution increased to 15

With a disdainful sniff, Alexa unequipped her leather armor. She immediately stood naked, basking in the cool air caressing her bare skin as she stretched lazily like a contented cat.

Suppressing a yawn, Alexa moved over to the small bed and flopped down onto the lumpy straw mattress. She didn't bother with covers, too exhausted and sated to care about modesty. Within moments, she was out like a light, mouth slightly parted and chest rising and falling with each deep, slumbering breath.

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Alexa's eyes fluttered open as the first rays of dawn peeked through the small window. She stretched languidly on the lumpy bed, her bare skin gliding over the coarse sheets. Her massive breasts swayed and jiggled enticingly with the motion.

Stifling another yawn, Alexa sat up and opened her status panel. She allocated 10 points to increase her Health, feeling the warm tingle of vitality course through her body. Another 10 points went into boosting her Stamina reserves. Finally, she invested 20 points into her Magicka pool, sensing the energy within her expanding slightly.

Next, she examined her available perk options. Stealth would indeed be crucial for her survival, allowing her to strike from the shadows. With a decisive nod, Alexa spent two of her perk points on the Sneak Mastery perk:

Sneak Mastery (2/2):

Sneaking is 15/30% more effective. Sneak success depends on visibility (movement and light level), sound (movement and armor weight), skill level and distance.

The next tier became visible - Sneak Attack and Tripwire. Alexa's eyes lit up as she read their descriptions. Without hesitation, she invested one point into Sneak Attack to bolster her lethality.

Sneak Attack:

Sneak attacks with one-handed weapons deal 100% more damage. Sneak attacks with any other weapon or fists deal 25% more damage.

She considered taking Tripwire as well, but decided to focus on boosting her magic for the time being. Alteration seemed a versatile school to pursue. Alexa spent her final perk point on the initial constellation:

Alteration Mastery (1/2):

Cast Alteration spells for 35/50% less Magicka, and Alteration spells last 0.5/1% longer per level of Alteration.

Satisfied with her choices, Alexa re-equipped her skintight leather armor through her inventory window. The buttery material clung greedily to every tantalizing curve as she slipped it on. She smoothed her hands over the supple leather, admiring how it showcased her womanly assets.

Emerging into the common room, Alexa was greeted by a lively scene. A bard strummed a lively tune on a lute, singing the opening lines of "Ragnar the Red":

"Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red..."

Several wenches in revealing outfits sashayed through the room, serving plates of eggs, bread, and salted pork to the hungry patrons. One boldly sat on a customer's lap, grinding against his crotch as he eagerly groped her body.

A portly man spotted Alexa and did a double-take, eyes bulging. "Well I'll be... Now there's a damn beautiful wench I wouldn't mind having on my cock!"

Alexa shot him a sultry look over her shoulder, lips curling into a smirk. Rather than dignify his crass remark with a response, she sauntered over to a bench. Reaching into a small pouch on her belt, she produced some bread and a waterskin, taking them from her inventory space.

The innkeeper swaggered up, puffing out his chest. "She's a damn fine piece, that one. Had those lips wrapped around my cock last night. Best cocksucker I've had in ages."

A couple of younger men's eyes burned with lust as the innkeeper crudely announced Alexa's supposed talents. Without an ounce of shame, one boldly reached out and cupped her breast, giving the soft, heavy mound a firm, greedy squeeze.

"Well then, how about putting that pretty mouth to work for us next, darling?" he leered, not waiting for a response before tugging down the neckline of her skintight leather top.

Alexa's massive breasts spilled forth, the milky globes jiggling with each movement. Rather than rebuffing his wandering hands, she shot the men a wild, unhinged look from beneath hooded lids. Her full red lips curled into a smirk as she took an exaggerated pull from her waterskin, throat working sensually.

The man groped and mauled at her exposed breasts with increasing enjoyment, rolling the stiff peaks of her nipples between calloused fingertips. "Fuck, you've got a perfect pair of tits," he groaned, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

His friend wasn't about to be left out. He slid his hand up the buttery leather hugging Alexa's thighs until his fingers grazed the damp juncture of her legs. Alexa allowed her thighs to part shamelessly, giving him better access to rub and tease at her clothed sex.

A lewd moan slipped past her parted lips as the men groped her intimately. The first man ducked his head, lapping at her nipples with a flat tongue. "Let's get this slut naked," he growled, fumbling with the laces of her leather top.

Alexa arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards his hungry mouth as he finally peeled the skintight material down her torso. Her heavy breasts bounced free, nipples stiff and glistening with his saliva. The other man took the opportunity to shove his hand directly into her pants, calloused fingers delving into her slick folds.

Alexa threw her head back with a moan, golden hair spilling down her back. She spread her thighs wider, silently urging him to go deeper as his fingers pumped relentlessly in and out of her sopping cunt.

Her climax built rapidly under the dual assault on her nipples and sex. Alexa's breath came in harsh pants, chest heaving, until finally she threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. Her honeyed walls fluttered and clenched around the man's thrusting digits as she came hard.

Riding the ebbing waves of her orgasm, Alexa shot them a dark, sated look through half-lidded eyes. One of the men, emboldened by her climax, laid back on the bench, hastily unlacing his trousers to free his rigid cock. The other grabbed Alexa by her hips, trying to manhandle her pliant body into position atop his friend.

Their calloused hands groped and pawed at her greedily, pulling apart her thighs as they crudely aimed their throbbing shafts at her glistening folds and puckered rear entrance. Alexa could feel the blunt, heated tips prodding insistently against her sensitive pussy lips and tight little rose, smearing her with their precum.

For a moment, she allowed them to believe she would submit, going limp in their grasping hands. Then, with a sudden surge of strength, Alexa twisted free of their lust-addled grips. She shoved the men away firmly, rising to her feet in one fluid motion as they sprawled in surprised heaps.

Not sparing them a second glance, Alexa slowly, teasingly refastened the laces of her ruined leather top. The skintight material clung obscenely to the generous curves of her breasts, nipples poking through the thin leather in peaked defiance.

"I don't recall agreeing to sell such...intimate services," she purred, voice low and husky. Alexa's full red lips curled into a sinful smirk as she drank in the twin rock-hard cocks.

Speech increased to 13

With a sultry wink and exaggerated sway of her hips, Alexa turned on her heel and strutted towards the exit. The two men could only watch in dismay as her hourglass figure swayed hypnotically through the door, leaving them painfully aroused and unsatisfied.

Once sufficiently concealed behind some thick shrubbery, Alexa opened her inventory window and used the Spell Tome: Flames twice. The book appeared in her hands, and its pages fluttered on their own accord. Fire-red motes of light streamed from the book, merging into Alexa's body as the mastery percentage ticked up to 66%. Just one more use and she would be able to conjure flames from her bare hands.

Spell Tome: Flames

Weight: 1 | Value: 350 | Mastery: 66%

A gout of fire that does 8 points per second. Targets on fire take extra damage.

For now though, Alexa's eyes scanned the sleepy village, sizing it up. She retrieved an unlit torch from her inventory and crouched down, quickly spinning a bundle of small sticks to create a spark. The torch caught, flames licking up the oiled rags wrapped around the end.

Alexa crept towards the back of the inn, pressing the burning torch against the wooden beams. Satisfied the fire would spread, she turned and loped off towards the treeline, moving swiftly but quietly thanks to her sneak skills.

Once safely concealed among the thick trunks, Alexa produced her Nordic bow and notched an arrow to the string. She didn't have long to wait before screams began to rise from the village. Plumes of smoke billowed from the inn's thatched roof as the first few patrons stumbled out, some wenches scrambling with barely a scrap of clothing on.

Alexa's lip curled in a cruel smirk as she spotted the innkeeper - the same man who she had given a blowjob the night before. Her aim was true, the arrow burying itself in his throat with a sickening thunk. He crumpled to the ground, clawing feebly at the protruding shaft.

Giggling under her breath, Alexa swiftly repositioned herself, another arrow appearing in her hand. She rapidly put it to use, winging first one breast-groping patron through the arm, then another who had fingered her pussy hard.

Archery increased to 16

Screams of "Bandit attack!" rose up as a couple of village guards clad in mismatched armors began frantically searching for the source of the arrows. But Alexa was already melting back into the forest, her light leathers allowing her to move unseen.

Sneak increased to 24

She pulled up her map as she ran, calculating her next move. Whiterun flickered there, the image of Yvariel surfacing in her mind...but no. She couldn't return just yet. Her mission - to cleanse Skyrim of perverted men who violated and abused women - was not complete. Especially those who took advantage of the fact that wenches had to provide sexual services to pay for things!

Alexa whistled sharply, the sound cutting through the forest. A moment later, the powerful chestnut stallion burst forth from the treeline. She swung herself up into the saddle without breaking stride, digging her heels in to send the horse galloping down the road towards Falkreath.