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    Pictured above: The Dunmer mage, Horatio the Round, and the Little Bosmer, The Adoring Fan. Yall already know I dig Oblivion cuz.

///WARNING///WARNING///WARNING///WARNING///

This is an erotic fanfiction. Reader discretion is advised.

  As he returned to the Imperial city to sell wares, Horatio decided it is time to level up. He spoke to Velus Hosidius, bought a room for the night, and ventured upstairs. Little did our round friend know, this would be a night he would never forget.

   Upon opening the door, a familiar figure stood before Horatio. It was that boy from the arena, only this time he was completely naked! "Backrub, perhaps?", the toned Bosmer inquired. Horatio could not refuse the offer. As Horatio lay on the bed of his room, face down, the Bosmer rubbed his back in a manner more intense than the flames of Oblivion itself. Horatio was in pure ecstasy, and the Bosmer knew this.

   Soon after the sensual rubbing, the little Bosmer flipped Horatio onto his back. "You're the grand champion, I can't believe it's you!", The Elf cried. He then, after removing his robes, began to fellate Horatio with the passion only a true fan could display. Horatio cried out to the Nine as his thick, ashborn semen unloaded into the Bosmer's mouth. "I hope you know what you're doing", said the Elf to Horatio.

   Horatio, in all his roundness, then hurled the Bosmer onto the bed, and prepared himself for the challenge to come. The Wood Elf arose and spoke, "You got me mad now", as Horatio leapt forth onto the bed and began to wrestle. The match dragged on though the night, and legend has it that the lustful wrestling of the two Elves could be heard throughout Cyrodil.

   The tradition carries on in the Imperial city even today. Bosmer and Dunmer alike come together from all over Cyrodil to wrestle with their bare bodies upon the Arena sand. Some believe that even in death, Horatio the Round, Champion of Cyrodil and Hero of Kvatch, and his little Bosmer friend watch over the festivities every year.

Description
    Pictured above: The Dunmer mage, Horatio the Round, and the Little Bosmer, The Adoring Fan. Yall already know I dig Oblivion cuz.

///WARNING///WARNING///WARNING///WARNING///

This is an erotic fanfiction. Reader discretion is advised.

  As he returned to the Imperial city to sell wares, Horatio decided it is time to level up. He spoke to Velus Hosidius, bought a room for the night, and ventured upstairs. Little did our round friend know, this would be a night he would never forget.

   Upon opening the door, a familiar figure stood before Horatio. It was that boy from the arena, only this time he was completely naked! "Backrub, perhaps?", the toned Bosmer inquired. Horatio could not refuse the offer. As Horatio lay on the bed of his room, face down, the Bosmer rubbed his back in a manner more intense than the flames of Oblivion itself. Horatio was in pure ecstasy, and the Bosmer knew this.

   Soon after the sensual rubbing, the little Bosmer flipped Horatio onto his back. "You're the grand champion, I can't believe it's you!", The Elf cried. He then, after removing his robes, began to fellate Horatio with the passion only a true fan could display. Horatio cried out to the Nine as his thick, ashborn semen unloaded into the Bosmer's mouth. "I hope you know what you're doing", said the Elf to Horatio.

   Horatio, in all his roundness, then hurled the Bosmer onto the bed, and prepared himself for the challenge to come. The Wood Elf arose and spoke, "You got me mad now", as Horatio leapt forth onto the bed and began to wrestle. The match dragged on though the night, and legend has it that the lustful wrestling of the two Elves could be heard throughout Cyrodil.

   The tradition carries on in the Imperial city even today. Bosmer and Dunmer alike come together from all over Cyrodil to wrestle with their bare bodies upon the Arena sand. Some believe that even in death, Horatio the Round, Champion of Cyrodil and Hero of Kvatch, and his little Bosmer friend watch over the festivities every year.