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The night was clear, the air crisp; the smell of impending snowfall was on the wind. Audric grumbled under his breath as he opened the door to the inn. That there existed a place where the cold persisted even into the height of summer seemed a kind of blasphemy to him – one of Skyrim’s many curses besides the dragons.

There was refuge inside, however, as always. The fire crackled jovially and the incessant babble wasn’t so bad, either. The savory scent of a pheasant roast wafted overhead and his mouth watered a little. Taking a seat at the bar, he tucked into some warm food and contemplated his next move. He had come unannounced, and only now that he’d arrived was he realizing the problems this presented him with. He ate and drank and turned a few different solutions over in his head.

His prospective client had referred to himself as Cub – a pseudonym, presumably. Well, he decided, usually the best way to get what you want is to ask.

“Excuse me,” he waved the innkeeper over, “I’m looking for a man who calls himself ‘Cub.’ Is he renting here, by chance?”

The woman’s face flashed in horror for a split second before she forced a warm smile that didn’t touch the lines of her eyes. “Ah yes, let me see if he’s up to company.” Before he could inform her that they were supposed to meet, she took off into one of the rooms – without even knocking! – as if fire trailed her heels. When she returned, she looked tense.

Audric’s intuition was screaming at him to leave, but he dismissed it as paranoia.

“He’ll see you. Come along.”

“He won’t come have a drink at the bar?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Audric couldn’t help but notice her eyes, darting frantically to a corner where some Imperial officers were having a good, hearty laugh over their tankards.

He followed her into the room, and was surprised to find it dark, empty. He was even more surprised upon being knocked to the ground, the ominous click of a lock registering in his ears amongst the sound of scuffling and rattling. Not for the first time, his wrists were in irons and he was being hauled up onto his feet in a hard grip.

“This is him,” the innkeeper whispered, hysterical, “the man who is looking for the Jarl!”

“Wait just a minute –!”

Two burly men in Stormcloak colors towered over him. “I don’t know how you got word of his location, but you’ll meet him alright. And he’s going to decide just what to do with you.”

“Probably Shout him to bits; put him in the ground.”

"He can't Shout here, you idiot, the whole place would come down around us!"

The men dragged him towards a tall wardrobe, and for a moment, Audric was terrified that they were going to stuff him in it and just wait for him to suffocate, but the back of it slid to one side, revealing a steep, concealed stairwell. They proceeded to march him down the steps, into the dim light below.

The room was spacious, bathed in lantern light. Audric could see his breath.

“And what do we have here?” asked a terribly familiar voice. He’d only heard it a handful of times, but it would be impossible to forget.

“This is the scout, my Jarl,” said one of the guards, shoving him forward as if for inspection.

Eyes lit with amusement, Ulfric Stormcloak looked as if he were trying to bite back a grin. “This is no scout, Imperial or otherwise, I assure you.” Addressing Audric specifically, he added, “I told you to send advanced notice.”

“It was a last-minute decision to even show up,” he countered. His wrists were beginning to ache. “Had I known this was your convention for receiving company, I’d have thought better of it.”

Waving off Audric’s snide comments, he had the guards release him and instructed them to return to their posts. The men seemed reluctant to leave their beloved leader alone with a strange man in what constituted a basement larder, but loyal to a fault, they followed orders.

Audric stood, massaging his wrists and complaining about the cold. “So,” he began, “why all the mystery?”

“I couldn’t write you in earnest,” Ulfric pointed out as though it were obvious. “What if the courier were intercepted?”

Audric raised an eyebrow. “I don’t imagine you’d trust that note with a mere courier. A guard in disguise, perhaps.”

“True, but there are all sorts of eyes that might have seen it who shouldn’t.”

Oddly, Audric felt compelled to defend Wilhelm from the hypothetical slander of being a snoop. “Regardless, I’m here. Now, what do you want?” If he was snappish, he hardly thought he was out of turn.

“As stated, I am requesting your services, Dragonborn.”

Audric groaned. “No.”

“You haven’t even heard my proposal –”

“As if I don’t already have more on my plate than I can handle. Besides, the war is over.”

“With no help from you, I’d note,” he observed, resentfully.

“It was never my war. I’m not of Skyrim and I’d much rather see the Dominion turned on its head than this dwindling excuse of an Empire.” His voice was rising, and he knew he had to try and reign himself in, lest this meeting of minds devolve into a meeting of Thu’um. “Listen, I’m about as thrilled as you are about the whole situation, but did you really expect me to get behind your cause?”

“Why not?” Ulfric asked, as if it were some question of philosophy and not phylogeny.

“I think you know why not.”

“I could excuse your blood, if your heart were in the right place.”

Speaking of Audric’s blood, it was starting to boil. “That you honestly believe there is nothing wrong with that sentence is exactly why I couldn’t. I’m not Mer,” he snarled. “Moreover, I’d need more hands than I’ve been given to count how many elves I’ve encountered who, if not for your arrant disregard for them as a whole, would have gladly taken up arms for your cause.” After a moment of irritable silence, he accused, “You took up arms against the wrong faction.”

“Do not” Ulfric growled, “pretend to possess either the wisdom or the experience to pass judgment on my decisions as a leader.”

“I wasn’t,” he scoffed. “I was passing judgment on your decisions as a man.” Ulfric got to his feet, hand going to the hilt of his sword, but Audric was faster. “Wait. Before you decide to engage me out of spite, let’s review.” His casual tone gave Ulfric pause. “You incapacitated Torygg with a Shout before running him through with your sword, correct?”

“Make your point, quickly.”

Looking into steely eyes, Audric chose his words carefully. “I won’t need the sword.”

Somewhat startled, reminded of whom he stood before, Ulfric sat back down.

“The time for great war has passed, if ever such a time existed. You and I both know the Empire is little more than a crippled bird, eating from Thalmor hands.”

“You do have a way with words,” Ulfric complemented. “You’d have made quite the politician.”

Audric shrugged. “I don’t have the stomach for it. At any rate, if you’re open to discussion, my services might be of some use to you, yet.”

“And by ‘discussion,’ you mean ‘negotiation.’”

“It’s all the same to me.”

Ulfric had him fetch some food and drink from upstairs while he thought it over. Audric took his sweet time and ordered the cheapest available dish. The innkeeper – Iddra, that was her name – shot him sour, suspicious glances the entire time. While he waited, he wondered what he was still doing here. Procrastinating was as likely an answer as any; he couldn’t say he was chomping at the bit to get into the Embassy, and this entire business of dragons was nothing but an ulcer, as far as he was concerned. He had entered Skyrim with every intention pointed toward Riften, before being promptly redirected.

When he returned with the meal, Ulfric bade him to sit, and so together they ate. The silence wasn’t entirely comfortable, though it was preferable to the raised tempers of before.

“You’ve awfully nice table manners, for a thief,” Ulfric offered, and it took Audric a moment to realize he was being funny.

“And you have awfully nice table manners for a king,” he returned, smiling sweetly. “So I suppose that if you went to the trouble of trying to recruit me, the deposed life isn’t treating you very well. Do tell how you managed to escape the axe a second time.”

“It’s a good tale, though hardly polite dinner conversation.”

“There’s more appeal in impolite conversation, personally.” He relished the small choking noise that escaped over the lip of Ulfric’s tankard. Catching the discomfort on his face, though, he amended, “Another time, perhaps.”

When there was nothing left but crumbs and the last drops had been drained from their mugs, it was time to face the facts. Here were two men, both headstrong and fiercely loyal to their respective codes of honor – as disparate from one another as could be – and each was caught in the snare of the other.

“I believe,” said Ulfric slowly, “you’ve plied me with mead to leave me vulnerable to your negotiations.”

“Drat,” Audric grinned, “you’ve caught me.”

Ugh, that blasted character limit. I apologize if the format looks clunky.

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char: M!DB char: Ulfric Stormcloak

Erandur, tattoos and hot sex! W00t! Sinnowe is very amusing, I don't normally like Altmer, but she's merry.

Take the wonkiest/most stereotypical crack plot you can think of, and make it dark and angsty.

example: Wabbajack hyjinks is causing the Dragonborn to develop mental issues.

another example: The Dragonborn writes terribad smut about someone and is utterly humiliated/depressed when the find it.

Poor Eric! He's totally inexperienced, and his first act as an adventurer is to buy himself some seriously terrible gear. How's he supposed to survive frost troll attacks in bargain bin armor?

Good thing the Dragonborn's rich/a very talented blacksmith.

Go wherever you want with this. ♥

SO KINKY I LOVE IT. You did a brilliant job authanon! Best part was DB's voice -- I love how conflicted and humiliated she is by the unwanted pleasure she is experiencing physically. The ending tied up loose ends SO perfectly too. Gotta love some good old fashioned revenge. Quite clever how you tied in the dead bandits they assume is Mercer's doing. Glad to see you're developing this kinky angsty masterpiece into a h/c fix too. You rock authanon!

We made our way to my bedroom and Brynjolf turned his back to me, removing his armour and boots, leaving him in his somewhat stained linen shirt and leather trousers. I took breath to calm myself, slipping my linen shirt on over the towel wrapped round me before I dropped the towel onto a nearby chair. I slipped under the covers, coughing discretely to let Brynjolf know that he could turn around. He joined me in bed and for a moment we lay awkwardly side by side. It's just Brynjolf. You're safe. A sudden impulse had me shuffling over to lie next to him and I rested my head on his chest, repeating that litany in my head to fight the fear.

We lay like that for hours. Outside I could hear the bustle of the town as the townsfolk rose and went about their everyday business. Yet I couldn't sleep. As exhausted as I was I could still feel the ghost of their touch on my skin, haunting me. Could hear Mercer's promise ringing in my ears, taunting me, echoing round my head. Brynjolf wasn't asleep either, I could feel his hands moving, one stroking my arm and the other my hair.

"Bryn?" I tilted my head up to his. "Take it away."
He frowned down at me, clearly wondering what in Oblivion I meant, before freezing in place as I leant up to ghost a kiss on his lips.
"Lass, no. This isn't right, you've been through hell and back and this isn't what you need right now."
"All I can feel is their touch, all I can think about is what they did to me. I want you to help me, I want you to wipe it away. Please."
I leaned back in to kiss him harder, before pulling back to study his reaction. Concern flitted across his face though I thought I caught desire warring with it in his eyes. He was probably wondering if I had gone insane. Maybe I have. So I kissed him again. My tongue gently swept over his lips and he parted his lips with a groan, allowing me to deepen the kiss. His touch felt like a balm, pure, erasing the shame I felt, allowing me to be brave.
After a blissful eternity he pulled away, "Lass, you shouldn't do this."
"I want to." I need to.
He studied my face for a long moment, sweeping a thumb across my swollen lips, before nodding.
"Any time you say stop and I will. I promise."
I nodded, squashing down the fear. Then I hesitated, pulling myself up to kneel beside him in the bed, "Brynjolf, do you want to...you know? Because if you don't-"
He sat up and stared at me for a long moment in the early morning light, "You really don’t-" He broke off, with a small shaky laugh, that was so unlike the master thief I had come to know. "Lass, I've been falling in love with you from the moment you went missing after Snow Veil Sanctum. You are the smartest, most beautiful, strong and brave woman I have ever known. All I could think about was you and how much I missed you, how I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I even abandoned the Guild to go find you. Whatever you need from me, it's yours."

Masterpiece? Oh my! Thank you kind Anon! <3

I'm so glad you nice Anons are enjoying this and leaving me such nice reviews too! I will now have a warm and fuzzy glow the rest of the day :D

Hello soul mate!

So so so so glad you're crying! (In a good way, I mean....)

But I can't have all your hearts because then you wouldn't leave me such lovely reviews or awesome prompts to play with...so you have to keep one!

There's a bit more Bryn to come because I'm a sucker for Bryn too

All I could manage was, "Oh." I was crying again. Bryn smiled sadly at me and I reached out to cup his face with my hand. I couldn't even attempt to articulate what was going through my mind so I pulled myself in for another desperate kiss, one that I trusted showed my hopes and fears. As the intensity of our kiss grew I became bolder, running my hands against his chest and back. When we broke for air there was wonder in both our eyes. I smiled uncertainly at Brynjolf, scared to take the next step. I took a breath, it's Brynjolf, and pulled my shirt over my head, completely baring myself to his gaze. My cheeks flushed as Brynjolf stared at me, eyes flickering to the faint bruises under my skin. Then he pulled off his shirt to match, allowing me to appreciate his lean but muscular physique. He looked beautiful. Then he pulled off his trousers, exposing his throbbing erection. I held back the panic as he exposed himself but I'd be damned if I backed out now. You're safe. It's Bryn. You can do this. I lay back down on the bed on my back, guiding him to lean over me. He kissed my mouth again, before sliding a trail of kisses to my jaw and along my jaw to my earlobe. He suckled on that sensitive spot, making me catch my breath, before tracing a line down my neck. When he encountered the bite mark that had been left by Mercer, he paused, showering me with little kisses, before working his way down to the next bruise and repeating the process along my collar bone and then back across. All I could do was lie there and concentrate on breathing, my body was starting to respond to the erotic caresses but my mind wasn't quite there yet. He pulled back briefly to gauge my reactions and I managed to find another tentative smile, he kissed me deeply again and his hands came up slowly to stroke across my shoulders before sliding down to my breasts. He kept up the gentle stroking, spiralling in towards my hardening nipples and I moaned into his mouth as his fingers closed on my tender buds. Immediately I felt a flash of guilt and froze underneath him. Brynjolf pulled back from the kiss, but kept on gently stroking over my flesh, "Are you alright, lass?"
I swallowed and nodded, "Keep going." I would not have this ruined. It's Brynjolf. It's OK.

He bent his head and began kissing my breast, working his way to my nipple, giving me time to relax. I whimpered as he suckled on the tender nub, fingers clutching at the sheets. He repeated the process with my other breast. And then he began working his way down my stomach. He paused to play at my navel, grinning up at me as I began to moan and writhe underneath him. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and worked his way down my thigh, lips gently brushing over my sex before working his way up the other leg.
His tongue stroked over my slit once, twice, before sliding up to caress my throbbing clit and I bucked my hips at the sensation. The pleasure was winding my body up and I wanted to give into it but l I couldn't let go. Bryn slid first one finger into me and then a second, rocking them in and out, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. But my release still would not come and I slammed my fist in frustration against the mattress. No, they would not take this from me.

Furiously I yanked Brynjolf back up my body and rolled us over until I was on top before slamming my lips down on his. I could taste myself and though my mind flashed back to the damn bastards I ignored it, pulling back to smile darkly at Bryn. He looked, understandably, confused but I needed this. I was reclaiming what had been taken from me.
"You are insane." He sounded admiring, running his hands up my flank to gently squeeze my breasts.
Laughter burst out of me, surprising both of us and I began to grind my wet core against him, getting my mind used to the feeling, eliciting a gasp from him. "You hadn't figured that out yet?" I paused in my movements, the tip of his cock nestled against my opening, "You know, there's still time to run."
"No way in Oblivion, lass."
I nodded and sank down onto him, keeping my eyes locked on his. It felt good, no, it felt incredible and I moaned at how right he felt in me. Keeping himself in me, Brynjolf pulled himself up to kiss me, and I shifted to wrap my legs around him, one arm around his neck, the other supporting me, locking us in our embrace. We both began to move, slow deliberate thrusts, eyes locked on each other. Making love. It was just Bryn and I now, I was safe and I began to relax.

As my mind relaxed, my body began to tense as the pleasure built and built. His thrusts were hitting that spot inside me, making me pant. My walls began to flutter around him, drawing him deeper, squeezing him tight. I thrust my hips faster, desperate now, and Brynjolf slid his hand down between our bodies, caressing my little bud of pleasure. I moaned and my stomach clenched as I finally, blessedly, came.

Brynjolf was gasping as my contractions gripped his member, "I need to pull out, lass."
I managed to shake my head, locking my legs round him, "Cum inside me, Bryn." I wanted this. I wanted him inside me, only him.
He gave a long shuddering groan, head dropping to nestle in my shoulder as he came.

He stayed inside me until his body softened, both of us taking time to caress each other, kiss each other. My hand reached out to cup his face and he tilted his head to kiss my palm. I couldn't stop staring at his face in wonder, a few hours before I'd been so terrified, so broken and confused. And now I felt safe. The terror and fear was still there, don't get me wrong, lurking in the back of my mind but in a strange way I felt reborn. Complete. For so long, even before Mercer, I'd been suppressing my feelings, refusing to let anyone get close to me, scared of life and I was tired of it.

Bryn tugged me back to lie down, pulling me in tight to his body. My head rested on his chest and I idly traced one of his scars, listening to the dull thump of his heart beating inside his chest as it lulled me into sleep. My eyes flickered and I could feel the exhaustion ready to overwhelm me.
"Bryn?"
"Hmmm?" He sounded as tired as I felt.
"I love you too."

Then I was gone, eyelids drifting shut, into blissful darkness.

“I wasn’t,” he scoffed. “I was passing judgment on your decisions as a man.”

DAMN. You tell him, Audric! I love Ulfric, but I wish I had the opportunity to verbally smack him upside the head in-game; I think he'd benefit from it. In the meantime I will have to continue ravenously devouring your excellent story. :)

Why am I only now finding this group!? I went through (many many) prompts and fills, but did not find one with one of my favorite NPCs, Captain Lonely-Gale in Windhelm. Maybe it's the dark beard, (yum!) maybe it's the empathy at him losing his family, maybe it's the "Fair winds and calm seas" parting he says. Sure, he may not want Viola Giordano's advances, but maybe a Dragonborn passing by would be good for some lovin'?

Here's what's bouncing around in my head. One night stand, comfort sex, something that starts suddenly and ends with the morning. (Leaving it open for more is ok!) Perhaps the F!DB reminds him of his wife? Would prefer DB to be a female human, not Mer or beast, not a virgin or unexperienced.

Squicks are blood, pain, bathroom stuff, otherwise anything else goes.

My thoughts EXACTLY. So exactly that I began writing this:

http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3603.html?thread=4133395#t4133395

Enjoy!

Op here. I await your fill with a plate full of cookies and my soul. I don't mind the female Nord by the way

Absolutely living this!

*headdesk*

Forgot to tag it RTYI

This should really be in the DLC post. You'll find more Miraak prompts over there. On account of it's a DLC character and all.

Her outraged howl was enough to stop the heart of a seasoned hero. But hearing it, and knowing that he had been the one to draw it out of her, only warmed The Hunters blood more. His fingers tangled in the warm fur of her thick pelt as he pulled back before ramming himself back into with a delightfully primal brutality.

The werewolf struggled. She fought and thrashed with a savagery no human could dream of and an outraged persistence no beast could imitate. She growled, her paws digging in to the soft earth as she tried to get him off, but he held on continuing to ram her as hard as he could. With every thrust she thrashed more desperately, all of her muscles tensing, her warm hole tightening around his rigid cock.

AS he pulled back for another thrust, she pulled herself forward with her impossibly strong limbs, rearing up so that his cock came out of her with a soft wet sound. The Hunter's balls started to shrivel in fear. Any moment now, she would whirl around and be on him, tearing him apart in seconds. He couldn't take any chances with such a mighty beast. Tackling her to the ground for what felt like the hundredth time, he smashed her head onto the ground as hard as he could. He sat on her back, his hand on the back of her neck keeping her muzzle in the dirt. He shifted so that he was lying along her, his muscled chest against her powerful back. One hand still on her neck, he used the other to move her tail aside, his cock throbbing with the need to be back inside her.

And, a second later, he was. As he fucked her into the ground as hard as he could, he noticed a definite change in her behavior. Her outraged howls had shifted to a constant grumbling growl mixed with a woman's moans. Her thrashing, while just as savage as before was now in rhythm with his thrusts. She wanted him in deeper just as much as she wanted him out.

That knowledge drove him to heights of lust he had never dreamed of, and he fucked her with a frantic savagery that would have broken the bones of a human women. The harder he fucked her, the more completely he established dominance, the more readily she submitted. Before too long she was thrusting her hips back at him eagerly, all pretense of outraged struggle forgotten.

...right. OP! just came from the dentist.
I had a cavity. ROFLMAO.
SO SWEET. T-T

OMG you have made my week! Thank you for continuing this story! I had no idea I needed this story untill you started posting, I feel so content right now *bliss*

My only dissapointment is that all good things come to an end, just like this story.. if only it could go on and on ;) I love it!

GAAAAH this is amazing. Dragonborn's awkwardness about being loved. Lucia and her shiny rocks and flowers and pet mudcrabs. Blaise and the difference between helping out because you have to and helping out because you want to, OH MY HEART. This is actually beautiful.

This is a fantastic idea to begin with, but the addition of the Thieves' Guild staging a coup against Maven has me sold. I always wished I could do that in the game!

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