Open 18+!!! Diplomatic Immunity but it’s NSFW

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    (Sex is more than likely gonna happen. Maybe Sav has to do a favor for one of the men so he will provide a distraction, or when Malborn takes Sav into the larder he has his way with her because he doesn’t wanna die a whiny little virgin.)

    Savannah, a Dunmer/Nord hybrid and Dragonborn, is in the Thalmor Embassy. She looks around nervously, seeing several guests who she recognizes immediately. Erikur, Elisif, Ondolemar, and several others. She walks up to Malborn and asks him for a drink. “Here you go, ma’am. The finest Colovian brandy!” Malborn says as he forces a grin. He’s gonna make someone pay for this.

    As Savannah drinks her brandy, she slowly becomes less tense and more drunk. She was just about to grab a plate of food when a man walks up to her.

    “And what is a lovely woman like you doing here, hm?”
     
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    AndrewTEM

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    I hate this place... Can't believe I was convinced to come here...
    Qa'bil, a pale furred Khajiit of unknown origin, stands at one end of the Embassy, holding a tankard filled halfway with Alto wine as he scans the room.
    Well, I guess it's not all that bad, I mean, free drink, food, and... Hehe, plenty of women to look at too...
    He chuckles at the mere thought of his lust-filled fantasy while taking another swig of his drink. Just before he does, however, he catches a glimpse of a pretty, young, and fairly drunk female Dunmer on the other side of the Embassy...
    Well, well, well... Looks like someone can't handle their drink easily...
    A small smirk crosses his face as he walks over to the tipsy elf, placing a hand on the wall adjacent to him and the girl, and leans against...
    "Why, hello there! And what is a lovely woman like you doing here, hmm...?"
     
    The half-Dunmer turns around and squints a bit. She wasn’t trying to be mean, the alcohol was making her eyesight worse. Upon seeing the Khajiit, she raises a brow. “Hi... I wasn’t expectin’ tuh see a Khajiit around here. I’m here because me mate dragged me here.” She gestures to the frazzled Bosmer behind the bar, who just so happens to be looking at her with big, scared eyes.

    She smiles sweetly, and it’s genuine. It’s rather unusual to come across such a nice, polite, and drunk little Dark Elf.
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    "Ha, well, I have my own ways of getting into many places without anyone realizing... Mayhaps, you possibly aren't supposed to be here either?"
    There must be a reason for her coming here, though it musnt be for the fun of it... However, there is a certain lightness in her tone... Ah, no matter...
    "So, do you mind if I sat beside you? You seem like a nice young lady, one that's hard to come by nowadays..."
     
    “I don’t mind. Take a seat.” She pats the seat beside her on the bench. She looks adorable and young for her age. Only 200 years old and single! But the Khajiit wouldn’t know this unless he asked.
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    "Many thanks, young lady..."
    Qa'bil slowly places himself on the bench to sit beside the lady, clearly looking happy and slightly flushed...
    Now that I am sitting beside her, she looks so... How do I put this in one word? Exquisite? Beautiful? No... No mere word can describe...

    "I don't believe I asked for your name, my lady... My name is Qa'bil, my history is of no importance, considering my original name has been long forgotten... What's yours?"
    He looks into the red, but beautiful eyes of the Dunmer beside her, noticing that her skin and build is slightly different from your typical Dark Elf...
     
    “Me? I came from the Grey Quarter in Windhelm. My mom, Ambarys Rendar, raised me the best he could despite being so poor. I’ve been friends with Revyn Sadri since I was a wee lass. He was me first husband, but it didn’t work out since we had different goals in life. He took the kids and I adventured around Skyrim for a bit. Enough about my previous romance, you’re probably wondering about my appearance.” She gently takes his arm and guides him over to Malborn. It’s just the three of them behind the bar.

    Her voice drops to a whisper, her face somewhat melancholy. “I’m half Dunmer, half Nord. I never knew my dad, but I bet he was a great man. I hope he was.”
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    After closely listening to her past, he suddenly seems a little more outgoing yet a little shy after a meagre thought passes through his mind...
    "Ah, th-that would explain it..."
    Malborn looks panicked as he drops his voice down and pulls the two quickly into the alcove of the bar, hiding the three from sight...
    "Savannah, what in Oblivion's name are you doing?!"
     
    “Howdy. I’m just chatting with this here Khajiit. Not gonna let you die, doll.” She giggles drunkenly, forgetting her sadness upon seeing the cute wood elf twink. What a little treat he was! The overpowering wine is kicking in. She gets a bit too close for comfort to him with that same smile. “Would be a shame if a little treat like yerself got hurt. Consider me your bodyguard.” She looks back at Qa’bil and smirks, raising a eyebrow.
     

    AndrewTEM

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    "What? Th-that-that's besides the point! Remember, we are not here to have fun, and how come you trusted this cat so quickly?! From here, he looks like he has crossed many people, and not in a good way..."
    "Hey, I'm just another person enjoying the party and mingling with the people... I don't suppose you would understand, considering you tend the bar?"
    "Again, that's besides the point! Ugh, Savannah, have you forgotten yourself?!"
     
    “Nope. I just need a bit of stress relief and you look nice.” All beating around the bush has been thrown out the window. She’s going for him. But will he give? Is this gonna end in hot Khajiit on one-and-a-half-elf action?
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    "Oh god, that Colovian Brandy was a mistake to give you..."
    "No, I think that was a good thing, lad..."
    Hehe, guess this Dunmer was a horny one after all... Eh, let's see what she can do...
    "You certainly do seem like a strapping young lad, Malborn, was it? I think maybe you should give the lady what she wants..."

    "Wh-what? N-no I-"
    "Oh come on, you shy little elf..."
    Another large smirk appears on Qa'bil's face as he pushed the wood elf into the Dunmer, forcing the two into the ground...
     
    “Come here, little one.” Savannah smiles, pulling the much smaller Bosmer onto her. His face is squished into her A-cup breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra and he can tell. A stiff nipple pokes the side of his face. “Hungry? I recently had a child.”
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    His face turns a dark shade of red as he attempts to pull away from the Dunmer's chest, his face slowly beginning to burn...
    "U-uhm, ehehe, th-thanks for the o-offer, b-but I-uhm..."
    He struggles to find his words, confusion and slight arousal overcoming him...

    Ha, a shy little elf, isn't he...?
     
    “Yep.” Savannah undoes the ties of her shirt, revealing two milk dripping breasts. Her nipples are a soft, almost pastel pink. Her snow-white skin is flawless. She looks like a cute little doll that’s ready to be bred by two horny men!
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    "S-Savannah, I..." He sighs slowly and begins to suck at one of the Dunmer's nipples, drinking the sweet milk being secreted from it...
    "There you go, Bosmer... Wasn't so hard, was it?"
    "Sh-shut it..." He starts sucking a bit harder, has face growing an even darker red...
    "Nay, I don't think I should..." The Khajiit leans against the wall, watching the event between the two elves unfold...
     
    Savannah sighs contentedly and begins petting him as the pressure in her breast begins dropping. Milk beads on her other nipple, occasionally dripping down. Her face reddens and her breaths go short as the wood elf drinks.

    (Savannah is up for even the kinkiest things. Go wild. Pain is fun for her!)
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    "By the gods... This is..."
    Hold it together Qa'bil, you can resist for another minute...

    "Ha, you know, cat, I shouldn't be the only one having fun with her..." He teasingly beckons Qa'bil with a slight head nod toward Savannah's other breast while he bites down slightly on the one he is keeping company...
    "D-dammit..." Qa'bil gives into his desires and kneels down beside the Dunmer to begin sucking on her unoccupied breast, his cheeks visibly red...
     
    That’s it. Help a mother out...” Savannah moans as she tilts her head back. She wonders how big their dicks are... how full their balls are...

    Her legs are spread and taking a peak under her dress shows she’s wearing thin panties. Easily ripped off. They’re soaked and the fabric is showing the pink of her slit. The two men can smell her arousal.
     

    AndrewTEM

    Member
    "Huh, guess you were right, cat. Maybe the Brandy was a good thing to have given her..." He quickly sucks the nipple dry and lifts the Dark Elf's dress a bit, slowly and roughly rubbing her clothed and soaking pussy...
    "Hehe, maybe this Mother needs more than just help up here... I'm sure you can cover that part for the moment..." Qa'bil takes another minute to drink up the rest of Sav's breast milk before moving his head up towards her neck, roughly nibbling on the raw skin...
     

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