But one thing is for certain – she knows the jester is obsessed with the dead woman. This cannot end well.Ĭat doesn't understand much about what the hell is going on around her, and that is an understatement. Cat shakes her head and rolls her eyes at the god awful sight she's seeing. The same one that the bandits are now pissing on and dry humping. Cicero was traveling with this corpse – the same one that the bandits stole. Cat struggles to keep track of the days because they all had such weird ass names.
With a shake of her head, Cat frowns at the memory.
Unfortunately, this guy Loreius caused a big problem, prompting both Cat and Cicero to abandon the wagon.
The wagon wheel had broken, so she and Cicero had no choice but to search for help. Those bandits really got the jump on her earlier in the evening. Is he out there? Freaky or not, she's hoping to see him. Cat sits back up, peering through the crowd of inebriated criminals, inspecting the trees just in the distance. If that freaky dude carting around the dead lady finds out what they're up to. Her black Converse shoes kick along the gray mud as her body awkwardly rolls backward.
When they're done with the Night Mother – what do they plan to do to Cat? Shaking her head, she tries to wriggle free from the restraints around her wrists and ankles. And these guys are obviously way too drunk. She knows it's just a corpse, but something about the whole.
He bursts into outrageous laughter as drool shoots from his cracked lips.Ĭat winces. Withdrawing his flaccid cock, the stumbling, chuckling bandit pisses right in her petrified mouth. Holding the head in one hand, he wrestles with his pants using the opposite hand. “Come here you old hag and gimme some head, eh?” He retrieves the Night Mother's head as it rolls across the frozen dirt. “Wouldya look at that!” he exclaims, pointing at the ground. The spectacle appears to be done in some kind of choreographed, albeit drunken, unison. His buddies throughout the camp erupt with laughter, whooping and shouting as they guzzle more ale. Lifting the firewood high above his shoulder, he smashes the Night Mother's head clean from her rotted neck. The pointy eared bandit snatches up a hefty log of firewood, howling with amusement. Hopefully it should be done by the end of the month. I don't do this for writing critiques/notes - just for enjoyment. Trust me, I'm well aware of how nerdy this makes me. Yeah, it's out there, but it's a fun hobby.
This series is an alternate timeline and a Skyrim/Fallout 4 crossover. I write based on how I feel toward a certain character, which does vary from situation to situation. I try not to make things graphic just to be *shocking* - I aim for depth as much as I can. The genre is fantasy/adventure with lemon elements (it is not 100% lemon all the time - it has a plot).ĭepending on which volume you read, the stories contain strong language, sexual themes (hetero, lesbian, homosexual), and violence. I don't have time to reformat every chapter.) (Also this thread doesn't include the line breaks between story scenes. that's what you'll get reading the story on this thread. So if you don't mind seeing the word "fluff" when I really typed an F-bomb. Bear in mind this thread censors all the explicit language in my fanfic.My work will be censored here because I'm just copying and pasting in this thread. I will slowly post the chapters in this thread, but if you want to read ahead - go to ArchiveOfOurOwn.
You can even download the stories in a variety of formats (.mobi. It's easier to read on ArchiveofOurOwn's website.