Love & Lust in Skyrim Chapter 11: Recipe For Disaster

Title: Love & Lust in Skyrim Chapter 11: Recipe For Disaster

Author: RandyPan

Celebs: Evangeline Lilly, Nathalie Emmanuel

Codes: FF, oral, mas, con

Disclaimer: This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.

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Note: Picture this as a (sort of) porn parody of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim


We fade in on the front gate of Castle Dour in Solitude, where a lone guard is approached by a red-haired Dunmer in a chef’s outfit(Evangeline).


“Hey, you.  Nobody’s allowed in the castle.”


“Nobody, you say?” Evangeline pulls out a piece of paper, and hands it to the guard, who takes a look at it.


“Oh, pardon me, ma’am, I had no idea…I should’ve known from your clothes…Um, please, go in.”


“You’ll go far,” Evangeline says, smirking.


Later, Evangeline enters the kitchen, where we see the Redguard chef(Nathalie), in front of a big pot. “Hi,” Evangeline says, and Nathalie looks up. “I’m here to make the Emperor’s dinner.”


“Oh…You’re…” Nathalie starts to hyperventilate.


“You need a moment?” Evangeline again smirks.


“You’re…the Gourmet!”


“Yeah, that’s me.  So, what are we doing here?”


“Uhm, the Emperor has requested the Potage le Magnifique.  I was about to start, but…”


“You’d like me to?”


“Uh, yes.”


“Okay…” Evangeline comes around, and insinuates herself between Nathalie and the pot. “Get me some chicken and beef,” Nathalie starts running around the kitchen, getting everything Evey asks for, “butter…flour…carrots…onions…” We then get a montage of Evey chopping things and adding them to the stew.  Finally, Evey taps the spoon on the pot. “Alright, we just let that simmer.  Would you mind-” Nathalie cuts her off.


“Can I just say,” Nathalie gushes, “it’s been amazing watching you work.”


“Um, thank you.  Uh-”


“And, if I could confess something else, um…I had no idea that you were a Dunmer.”


“Is that so?”


“Oh, no, nothing like that, um…Thing is, I’ve always…been strangely attracted to…your people.  Um, I hope this doesn’t sound too weird, but…Can I kiss you?”


Evey grins widely. “That’s all you ask for?  Just a kiss?” She then leans in, and her and Nat share a deep, tongue-heavy kiss.  As the two make out, Evey reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a phial, with a deep reddish-brown powder inside, then pops the cork off, and pours it into the stew.


“Oh, Morwha…” Nathalie gasps, as Evangeline kisses her neck and shoulders, “Your ears…” Nat then starts to suck and nibble Evey’s pointed ears.  She then yelps breathily, as, down below, Evey has her hand under Nat’s skirt. “Huhm…wait…” Nathalie then pulls down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts.  Evey smiles, then leans down, and, in our first close-up, sucks one of her nipples. “Ah!  Uhm…” Nat bites her lip and tilts her head back.


Suddenly, Evey pulls Nathalie’s dress all the way down, then wraps her arms around her and lifts, prompting Nat to sit up on the counter, as Evey squats down, and spreads Nat’s legs.  In another close-up, Evey inserts her first two fingers in Nathalie’s already drooling pussy. “Ohm…Hm…” Nathalie lies back, and feels herself up, as Evey finger-fucks her, a couple of times taking her fingers out and sucking them, before finally leaning in, and burying her tongue in the middle of Nat’s juicy, pink cunt. “Ohh…How do I taste, Gourmet?”


“Hm, delicious…” Evey whispers, then continues licking her.  Soon, Nathalie starts bucking her hips, and yelping, before arching her back, and crying out raspily.  Nathalie then sits up, and Evey kisses her. “Hm…if only everyone could have a taste of your broth…” Nathalie giggles at this. “Perhaps you’d like to taste the way we make it in Solstheim?”


Now, Evey is naked, standing with one foot up, as Nathalie kneels at her feet, her head tilted up.  In another close-up, her long, pink tongue explores Evey’s dripping, blue-gray cunt. “Ohm…” Evey tilts her head back, digs her teeth into her shapely lower lip, and feels herself up, pinching her hard, blue nipples between her fingers.  Back in the close-up, Nathalie has her middle finger plunged deep in Evey’s snatch, pumping it in and out, while she licks around her clit.  Evey suddenly grabs the top of Nat’s head, and holds onto it, as she starts to thrust her hips, before letting out a shrill cry.


“Cursed Darvak!” Nathalie says, standing up quickly. “Hope this didn’t burn…”


“Oh, don’t worry, it should be fine…” Evey says this breathily, hands rubbing on Nat’s shoulders. “Do you have someone else who can take this in?”


“Um, I guess, but shouldn’t it be…”


“No!  Trust me…Get dressed and let’s get out of here…”


Nathalie turns around. “Something tells me you’re not really the Gourmet.” Evey just makes the shush gesture, and then kisses her, as the scene fades out.

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