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Enika the Strange (called such once by her mother at age eleven when she asked a question about dragon reproduction, and since then could never get rid of the name) was very proud of her position as a guard in Windhelm. She got to work hard and keep people safe. Her patrols were quiet more often than not, as Windhelm wasn't a high-crime city, it wasn't like she lived in Riften, but the work was good and rewarding.

She prided herself on being a good guard. She was fair, and often willing to listen to both sides of a conflict before deciding who to arrest-- provided nobody died or had a weapon in-hand.

And unlike many of her fellows, she was not the type to dismiss a crime just because there was a Dark Elf or Argonian or someone who was otherwise not a Nord reporting it.

In all, she was well-liked by most of Windhelm for her fair treatment of the law-abiding and just treatment of the law-breaking. Even though most of the citizens couldn't exactly pick her out of a crowd what with the helmet and all.

It was on a fairly warm night (warn for Windhelm, anyway) that one of Enika's superiors ordered her to the Grey Quarter.

"I've had at least three complaints about some noise from the Corner Club there," he said, looking annoyed. "Go break it up or at least get them to quiet down."

Well, it was something to do. It took her mere minutes to get down to the Corner Club, and she stepped halfway through the door.

The sight made her pause. Enika had never seen the Dark Elves quite so... festive before. Most, if not all, of Windhelm's Dunmer were inside, drinking and dancing with one another, telling stories, and making a bit of a mess of the place that even the owner didn't seem to mind. It must be a very special occasion.

She had no idea what sorts of holidays the elves might celebrate, but it didn't really matter. She had to at least get them to quiet down.

"Hey," she said, fairly loudly, when it seemed nobody had noticed her entering the building. She stepped all the way inside and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look intimidating, professional. "I don’t know what's going on in here, but you lot have to quiet down. I don't want to have to break up... whatever this is."

A pause, then the guardswoman added, "What... is this?"

"We're celebrating Azura," the merchant Sadri answered, eyeing Enika suspiciously. Usually the guards didn't ask questions. Usually they just came in and put a stop to the festivities.

"Why?" Enika asked. She'd never quite understood the Dark Elves' fascination with the Daedra. The Dunmer didn't usually talk about it an the Nords didn't want to listen anyway. So Enika was usually just confused.

"Well, why do you celebrate Talos?" Malthyr, the elf who worked at the Corner Club, if Enika's memory served her, asked as he passed by on his way to another drink.

That gave the Nord pause. "Fair point."

"Care for a drink?" he asked as he got his own. "It's a celebration."

"I'm on duty!" She suddenly got... loud, then felt embarrassed. She hadn't meant to yell, but she'd always had an issue with accidentally getting louder than she'd meant. "I'm working," she said, at a normal volume.

"It's a holiday," Ambarys Rendar (the innkeeper? Enika thought so) said from the counter.

"Not my holiday."

"But a holiday still. You seem a decent sort. Take a break for half an evening."

Enika considered this. Surely it would be all right. And moreover, the prospect of a drink was tempting. She was always dutiful. Her superior were unlikely to suspect she was goofing off if she only did it this once, and only for a little while. They'd more than likely assume she ran into something to do during her patrol.

"We have good mead," Sadri helpfully supplied, and well, that made Enika's decision for her.

"Get me tankard, please," she said.

And that was about where the night started to get interesting.

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I looked forward to these chapters! I like the way you're describing your characters, and I think Aela is very realistic, I always thought she was like a wolf in a cage while I was playing, and certainly she had a character type what you described! I'd like to write a chapter for the thoughts of vilkas while recounting his feelings of igne to farkas! to understand how he has heard from Markarth up to today! I know that she is going to make yet another silly but he will be there for her, I know! please update soon and good luck!

Once she got to one of the gates, Asta pulled out an apple; That got Rusher's attention immediately, the gelding trotting to close the distance before breaking down to a walk and finally stopping by her, immediately lipping at the apple. Having not had the foresight to cut it to slices previously, Asta had to wrangle half of the apple out of his mouth before he tried to swallow it whole and choke himself to death.

Opening the gate, Asta didn't bother with putting a halter on him. Instead, she laced her fingers in his mane, right on his pole and directly behind his ears. Despite the fact the massive monster of a horse could pop her shoulder right out of its' socket if he wanted, the horse followed her lead as gently as a puppy on a leash. Walking him towards the empty stalls, Asta parked him in front of a feed bin that had a pile of hay next to it- he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Gathering up everything she needed, Asta went through the usual routine when prepping Rusher for a long trip; nice, thorough brushing, clean his hooves, give them a good check to make sure they didn't need to be trimmed, brush him again, put the pad and saddle on, all while the black boy munched happily on his breakfast. Checking everything once more, Asta bridled him and walked back to the main road before mounting him, heading off towards Solitude.

The trip was actually fairly uneventful. Asta stayed on the main roads rather than trail blazing as she normally did, which immediately cut down on the odds of running into predators. While there were always exceptions, they simply didn't hang around where there was a strong chance of people being present. What problems she did encounter were quickly handled with a stealthy arrow followed by a blast of fire.

She was competent enough with long range, but over the course of her travels, the woman had developed a deep seated love for close range- specifically her battleaxe. It was like Extreme Polo, swinging the thing from atop Rusher's back (though of course, the gelding did not approve in the slightest).

It was early evening when she finally arrived at Windhelm. The stablemaster, an Altmer, had been a nice fellow, taking her sweat slickened horse to get a well earned, thorough cleaning from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his hooves. Asta would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised to see the Altmer tending horses, happy as a clam. Ulfric was not known for his open minded tolerance of the elven races.

The guards were a bit more whiney than the ones in Whiterun but let her in without much fuss.

If she was being honest, Asta was... well, a little underwhelmed. The city looked to be in disrepair, for lack of a better term. But then, not every town could be Whiterun.

“You come here where yer not wanted. You eat our food, pollute our city with yer stink, and you refuse to help the Stormcloaks!”

Eyebrows furrowing together, her attention was immediately locked onto two Nord men who seemed to be trying to corner a Dunmer woman.

“We haven't taken a side because it's not our fight.”

Asta turned her entire body towards the trio, watching very carefully. None of them seemed to notice her in the slightest, but she was very aware of the Dunmer trying to inch away.

“Hey, maybe the reason these grey skins don't 'elp with the war is because they're Imperial spies!”

What on Nirn did she just walk into. Granted, she had been witness to stranger scenes than this, but this man was practically doing everything he could to justify lynching this woman- there was no way a rumor of an Imperial spy would be taken lightly in the capital of the Stormcloak rebellion.

“Imperial spies?! You can't be serious!” Her voice was as incredulous as Asta felt.

“Maybe we'll pay you a visit tonight, little spy; we got ways o' findin' out what you really are.”

That was enough. She'd be damned to Oblivion before she allowed this go on.

“Is there a problem here?” As she spoke, Asta subconsciously drew herself up, head held high, shoulders back and holding eye contact, daring him to run his mouth.

Then again, as far as he knew, she was just another woman- There was no way for him to know the Dragonborn was challenging him.

“You a dark elf lover? Get out of our city you filthy piece of trash.”

This man was either incredibly stupid, or incredibly brave. If there was any chance of him being able to put up a fight, it might be refreshing to be challenged by someone she could consider her equal. A reality check, it could be called.

The dragon blood in her roared that he was weak; do like the dragons. Set an example with the first, and the rest will fall in line.

All in all, she really wasn't impressed with this first glimpse of the city.

Oh Asta, always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

Yay! And you're right; I'm tweaking and pulling and tugging some things to fit how I need them to for the sake of plot (I won't stray too far though... for the most part), rather than running strictly option-by-option in the game, but of course it's hard to understand the reasonings for a person's choices without knowing why they react the way they do. Especially when I'm deviating from gameplay. Anyway, back to writing! (I really hope I can keep up this pace of a chapter a day...)

I was listening to a Youtube Let's Play and the person was heading to Solitude and talking about Solitude. (Hence why my brain typed 'Solitude' rather than Windhelm when I gave that little cut scene of her travel time.)

It's like 3 a.m., so I blame that. Good Aedra, Daedra, and minor saints, I really want to crawl under a rock and die now.

I am so sorry. /violent sob/

Of joy <3 yes, this more than makes up for the wait! So much love!

Oh God, this entire pairing is just so terribly dysfunctional but it works. Even if he doesn't know how to do it the 'proper' way, Serano's way of showing Romlyn he cares is just as precious in its' own strange little way.

Eagerly awaiting the next update! =D

is this is sweet! I'm looking forward to a new chapter! I'll wait a bunk!

this is fantastic! the beginning of vengeance! igne not make mistakes! ahaha! you are great, your story is a drug and I'm looking forward to the new chapters! and of course I look forward to the time when vilkas will have to deal with igne! and that feeling for her that makes him so mad!

your story is really original, and I'm curious to know how the new chapter! I love Cynric, I like the idea that dragonborn could end up with him! although I'm sure that Mercer will be jealous, and Brynjolf could groped to seduce her! I'd like Eira continue to love Cynric! look forward to hearing from you!

Richard? :)

No worries, this story is great and I'm already engrossed in it. Here's hoping Rolff Stone-Fist is about to get the snot beaten out of him.

Thank you so much for the comment <3

Derp. That post was from the author not the OP.

Indeed I was XD So glad it worked. Thanks!

Mekara snuck into Dragonsreach, a smirk on her face as she passed another guard without him knowing. She had a few things to collect, a mission given by the guild. She knew here she could score big, first Farengar’s room, then on to Balgruuf’s room.
She peaked around the corner into Farengar’s room to find the mage at his enchanters table. Not quite what she had planned. She decided to return later, at the moment it was too chancy.

She snuck passed a few more guards, her Bosmier ears picking up the slightest sound from up the stairs. So far it was quiet, but that meant nothing. She prayed to the nine that she didn’t get caught, it wouldn’t do for the Thane of Whiterun to get caught in her Jarl’s room. Now if it was under different circumstances it might have been amusing and downright satisfying if she had it her way.

She crept up the stairs, trying to keep everything in sight. So far no one had noticed her. She had watched the steward walk out onto the great porch, so she knew she was safe from him. The man stayed out there for hours at a time. Balgruuf was down on his throne holding court. Hopefully, that took a bit and she was sure it would. Irileth wouldn’t leave Balgruuf’s side, so there was no problems there. So far everything was going without a hitch. There was hardly any chance of getting caught. The guards weren’t that watchful, not used to having one of the thieves’ guild sneaking in.

Getting into the Jarl’s room was child’s play, there were barely any guards around. But the kids, they were more of a problem, she couldn’t believe she had forgot about them. They seemed to pop up everywhere. She sighed in relief when the room was empty of guards and children.

Quickly she moved over to one end table and was surprised not find anything worthwhile. She glanced around quickly and saw a safe in the corner. A grin split her face, jackpot! Quickly she moved over to the safe, slipping out her lockpicks. Her whole focus was getting that safe unlocked, she didn’t bother paying attention around her thinking she was safe enough.

Or so she thought until she heard a clearing of the throat. Her hands froze in mid motion, her heart picked up speed. She slowly turned and found Balgruuf standing near the closed door, arms crossed his chest, a intent stare on his face. She knew all he had to do was call for the guards and they would be in here in seconds. Slowly she rose to her feet, unsure what would be the safest course of action. She watched the blond nord slowly walk into the room, surprise written on his face when he saw that it was her.

She watched as his lean body, moved, muscles flexing, the candle light highlighting each muscles. In her mind she slapped herself for being side tracked by her lust filled mind every time this man was around.

“I wondered how long it would take…” Balgruuf murmured with a smirked as he sauntered further into the room.

Mekara eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what he meant by that comment. “Mind explaining?” she asked with a coy smile.

“You’re here because a contract from the thieves guild? One given to you specifically?” Balgruuf asked with a knowing look.

Mekara’s eyes widened, she took a step back. Now she was kicking herself, this had been a trap so Balgruuf could catch a members of the thieve’s guild. He had known she was part of that guild. She swallowed nervously. “What do you want?”

“The way I see it is you have two options. One - you deny me what I want and I call the guards. You can spend some time in a cell. Or you do as I say and I’ll not call the guards…” Balgruuf murmured with a smug grin.

“What do you want?” Mekara asked nervously. She moved further into the room, well away from the conspiring Jarl. She had never seen this side of Balgruuf before and she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“First, remove your weapons and armor,” Balgruuf ordered as he took a seat on one of the chairs.

Please do, potential A!Anon!

She narrowed her eyes, and did as he asked. She dropped her swords, then the two daggers, next was the bow and arrows. She thought about keeping the blade that was hidden in her boot, but decided against it since those were going to be remove too. She enjoyed watching his eyes widened with each weapon hitting the ground.

She decided if she was going to strip out of her armor she mind as well have fun with it. With a coy grin she slowly undid the clasps, allowing the armor to hang slight, yet not revealing anything. When the last clasp came loose, she held the armor to her chest, playing the chaste maiden.

She hid her smug smirk as Balgruuf shifted uncomfortably on his chair. It wasn’t from disgust of what she was doing, the tent pole in his pants attested to that. Having her eyes down casted, she dropped the armor, and smirked as he breath hitched. She met his eyes, hands on her hips as she stood before him in her loincloth and breast cloth. She didn’t fight the blush she could feel burning her skin, now did she break eye contact. “Now what?” She whispered shyly. She had laid with quite a few men, but this man brought out her shyness. She didn’t understand it.

Balgruuf nearly groaned when he saw what she wore beneath her armor. He didn’t bother answering her question as he rose to his feet and walked over to her, his eyes latched onto her pert breast that were covered by her breast binding, or the damp spot he could see forming on her loincloth. He wasn’t one for force, but he knew what happened in this room tonight wouldn’t be anywhere close to force. Her body told him everything he needed to know. He could smell her arousal the closer he drew nearer. He watched in wondered as her skin flushed, her eyes dilated.

Balgruuf stopped until her clothing brushed her bare skin, taking in the heady scent of her arousal. His eyes taking in every inch of her, from her toned legs, to her rounded hips, then up to her pert breasts, stopping at her dark passion filled amber eyes. He reached out a hand, running through her thick dark tress, enjoying the softness of it, and grinned smugly as her breath hitched. He ran his nails along her scalp, watching her eyes flutter shut, her lips parted in anticipation. He grabbed her hair firmly, jerking her head back and reveled in her moan.

He leaned down, his mouth meeting hers in a bruising kiss. He didn’t entice, or beg for entrance to taste the sweetness of her dark chasm, he demanded. He groaned, low and throaty as her tongue met his, enticing him into her mouth. He tasted her, his tongue invading, taking everything she had to offer and more even as she shuddered and pressed further into him, did he not stop his demand on he mouth. He kissed her hard and bruising not wanting to stop, only breaking from her sweet lips long enough to take a breath and see them red and swollen because of him. He grinned predatory when he saw her lust filled eyes just for him.

He stalked her backwards to the wall, his grin widening as her eyes widened when she realized that she had no where to go. “I’ll have you many times tonight, and I want you begging for me,”

Balgruuf murmured against her flushed cheeks before lowering his head to nip at her neck. He scowled at the awkward angle, she was so much shorter than him.

He enjoyed seeing surprise cross her face as he lifted her and pinned her back against the wall. After so many months of lusting after her, he finally had her where he wanted her. He grabbed her thighs, wrapping them around his waist so he could feel her heat.

Even through his clothing he could feel the heat, she was so hot and moist. Her scent grew stronger as he thrust his aching cock against her.

“Beg for me,” Balgruuf whispered into her pointed ear, before licking the shell from base to pointy tip. He took the tip in his mouth and sucked, then nipped grinning as she shuddered and her hands gripped his lapels tightly.

“I beg to no man,” She gasped breathlessly.

“We’ll see about that,” Balgruuf murmured with a dark chuckle.

OP here, and I actually shrieked quite embarrassingly loud when I saw this had been filled - I was starting to lose hope! Loving it so far, can't wait for the next part! :D

It is a fun word to play with :)

Falmer are bad enough when they're alive, STOP DOING THAT, woman THIS Oh, my Divines, THIS. And she's *on* our side. I shudder to think what it'd be like for soldiers seeing their comrades' bodies turned against them - and then turned into glowing ash piles that they wouldn't be able to bury properly.

Me too, OP, me too. :D

Passerby!Anon would also like to throw my support behind you, Auth!Anon. And as a Fannibal, the setting of this dinnerparty reminds me of our little motto... eat the rude and well, C!Anon....ignoring the rules of this meme is indeed very... rude ... now what's to be done about that? (cookies to anyone who notices my gratuitous show reference, also the cookies are people.)

Anyway, keep up the great work A!A :)

Alright, I shall start writing.

*Grabs popcorn.* I'm loving this so far!

this was very hot. I hope is not abandoned! I'd like you to dedicate more chapters to the couple so sexy!

Thank you, I'm glad you're still enjoying it! Wolf in a cage is a good way to describe Aela :)

Igne is about to make a very big silly...but it's a fun silly and I need to write something fun and light-hearted after the week I've had ;)

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