I joined the Legion to see the world, especially after ... well, damn me, I may as well ask now. Is it true, the rumor I mean, your mother was the her...ine of the Oblivion crisis?”Somehow I felt this was important to him. In a calm tone, I said, “My father was Martin Septim, living avatar of Akatosh that defeated Mehrunes Dagon in Cyrodiil. My mother is Chantal Grize’, the heroine of the Oblivion Crisis. As I said, I am Martina Grize’, of the Septim blood, the High Queen of Skyrim, the Empress. Very nice. Very slimming. And she smelled of Chanel Number 5. She poured us a glass of Chablis each and showed me briefly around the house. Quite a big place. Victorian. The piano was in a sort of sitting room at the back. Nora sat on the stool and gave me the start of Grieg’s Piano Concerto, then stopped. “No,” she said. “Never was very good. My husband used to like me to play and said nice things, but… you know. You play. The Gymnopedies.” I played rather nervously but relaxed when I saw. This was a gold mine of names and addresses. Eagle and Hawk could spend months just closing down these places! The other filing cabinet held the same thing, just not so many.This was too good a find to pass up, so they dumped stuff out of boxes from the shelves and dumped papers from the filing cases in. They quickly had four boxes of records, and this wasn't all there was, but it was all they could carry right now! They sneaked back up the stairs and put the boxes in a safe place on the. He leaned in, and without permission, he captures my mouth with his. His hand slid down, unbuttoning my jeans, he was groaning as I let him slip his fingers into my dripping wet pussy.“So wet, mmm, baby.” He was sliding two fingers in deep as I’m holding on to him. “Cum for me.”He starts rubbing my swollen clit, three fingers deep, pumping, rubbing. He pulled my bra up and then he was biting and sucking my breasts.“Cum, baby, be mine right now!” His fingers are soaked. “Give it to me,” he said.