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Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

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The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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Endra!Anon i just love them so much i hope you update again soon!! /)w(\

So sweet and cute and perfect for how you've written them!

Welcome back A!A! Sorry for the late reply, OP only just returned from a trip abroad!

Sorry to hear you've not been well, I hope it's nothing serious! Take your time, as eager as I am for a new chapter, your health is more important! Glad to have my chef back though ;)

Oh A!A this was just lovely! And I really hope that you find more time to write more of this two. They really make such a cute couple. ;)

I've been a bad A!A, neglecting this piece, but my muse ran away and hid, and I only managed to tempt it back with a sweetroll this week :)

The ending is in sight (although considering it took this long to get this far, that's not saying much)

I'm glad you're still reading!

A/N: Part The Seventh, In which there is exposition and chat and ACTUAL PLOT (for once). The end is in sight!

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"Do you remember the day the Thalmor took you?" Galmar asked.

Ulfric froze and gave a chilling stare. "Do you think I do not?"

"That's not what I meant, Ulfric, and well you know it."

"I'm sorry, Galmar. But you know I try to think of that time as little as possible," Ulfric replied.

"Do you remember there being much warning that the elves were coming for you? Sounds of a fight outside your door, perhaps?" Galmar asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, and addressing his knee.

Ulfric frowned as he thought back. "No," he said slowly. "I was taken by surprise. I only had time to Shout one of them into the wall before they swarmed and overwhelmed me. I - I confess, and I am sorry for it, but it did not occur to me that I heard nothing from you."

"I wondered if you had realised or not. I was too much of a coward to ask you, though. And then there was the business with Rikke, distracting me," Galmar said, flushing dark in shame.

"Galmar you are avoiding the point. My patience is not unlimited," Ulfric said crossly.

"Fine!" Galmar barked unhappily. "You want to know why the damned witch-elves took you so easily? Fine! I'll tell you!"

Ulfric blinked and took a deep breath, hesitating to remind Galmar that he had, in fact, asked about something completely unrelated to that event.

Galmar stood, too agitated to remain seated, and began pacing, crossing half the room before doubling back on himself.

Ulfric allowed the Housecarl to remain pacing in silence for a long minute, then lifted a hand to call him over to the bedside.

"Galmar. You are my most loyal... my oldest... You are my friend, my trusted friend, in a life where true friends are few and far between. You may speak candidly with me," Ulfric said quietly, meeting Galmar's reluctant gaze steadily.

"You'll change your tune," Galmar muttered.

"Do you think so little of me?" Ulfric asked softly.

"No. That's why I am so certain," Galmar muttered, turning away from Ulfric, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the hem of his tunic. "I failed you, Ulfric, in the most fundamental way a Housecarl can fail his charge. They tricked me, fucking Silver-Bloods, and the Thalmor got you in their hands."

Ulfric shifted himself so he sat higher in the bed. "Galmar. Tell me all."

Galmar glared at Ulfric, although Ulfric suspected the irate look was intended for the Thalmor. The Housecarl sighed. "Fine. I'll tell you. That night - the night they took you - we were in the Inn. There was a big crowd, many new faces. All of them merrily buying rounds and cheering for the Legion. There was a lovely tavern wench there that I hadn't seen before, and for once she was more interested in me than you. Now I know why," Galmar said, shaking his head and sighing.

"A lovely little thing she was. Blonde. Buxom. Nice... assets, if you know what I mean, and had a lovely smile that suggested good things for later on. I was merry but not in my cups by the time the crowd dispersed, and she came to me with one last bottle, and a saucy wink."

Galmar paused, clearly fighting himself, but Ulfric suspected he knew what was coming.

"What was in the drink, friend?" Ulfric asked quietly.

Galmar gave a bark of unamused laughter. "Am I so transparent? Alright. It was a Paralysis Poison, probably the strongest I have ever come across, before or since. I downed half the bottle in a single swallow, and suddenly couldn't move. My legs and arms went stiff and straight. I couldn't blink my damned eyes!

I fell right out of my damned chair to the floor, just as the thrice-damned witch-elf bastards came in. That - that viper Elenwen came over to me and kindly closed my eyes so they wouldn't dry out and leave me blind. I couldn't move or I'd have ended her days right then and there.

I could hear them dragging you out - I assume they gagged you - and telling each other how well they'd managed it. Nobody suspected a thing, except Silver-Blood, who orchestrated the whole thing. I wager he gave them Legion positions that time we were looking for a mole, but I have no proof of that. He wanted us away from his precious mines, and he managed it.

It took an hour more for that damn poison to wear off enough to move even the slightest bit. Another hour later it wore off fully and you were well gone, along with any tracks or trails that I might have followed. And by the time I finally found you, you were so traumatised by their torturers that you couldn't tell the difference between a Healer and an enemy - and you still can't. Now. If you will kindly excuse me, my Jarl, I feel the need for some fresh air."

Ulfric nodded and Galmar stepped out the patio doors. Ulfric sagged back into his bed: he had been given plenty to think about. Almost immediately he sat upright again. "Ralof," he called.

"My Jarl?" Ralof stuck his head in the door.

"Send for General Stormblade, would you? Her services will be needed shortly."

"Right away, my Jarl," Ralof saluted.

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A/N: Not long now! Also this chapter starts off with a bit of crack to help us get over the massive angst of the previous two chapters.

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"Damn you mages, get off my property!" Galmar bellowed, charging the Necromancers using the table by the lakeside.

The fight was quick, bloody, and decidedly one-sided. Galmar soon had total privacy in which to listen to the lake water lapping, and watching the slaughterfish snapping at the dartwings, and otherwise draw the peace of Lake Ilinalta into his heart.

He wished Rozenn was with him: even if they didn't talk or hold each other, there was something comforting about knowing she was around. He'd see her soon enough, once Ulfric decided what his punishment was to be. If the man asked, he'd recommend Ralof for the position of Housecarl, and Ysarald for the position he had held in the army. He wondered if Rozenn would mind not living in Windhelm anymore; he couldn't hope to remain sane if he lived there and wasn't Ulfric's Housecarl and General, and this manor house had a nice view. Or he'd try his hand at fishing and live in Riften - he could probably ignore the Thieves' Guild if she asked it of him.

He sighed. He was going to hate having nothing to do and nobody to look after. Maybe he'd get a dog.

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Rozenn strolled up to the house, scarcely an hour after Ralof had sent the messenger for her.

"I was in Falkreath hold visiting an old friend," she said dismissively. "Did Ulfric say why he wished to see me?"

"No, he didn't Rozenn. I suspect it has something to do with Galmar," Ralof replied. Rozenn raised her brows in an unspoken query, and he continued. "Your husband has been ... pricklier than usual, the last few days. And today he tried to kill a skeever with a bottle of mead."

Rozenn nodded in understanding, although in truth she understood little. She headed into the bedroom.

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"General Galmar!" Greta called as she jogged to the lake shore.

Galmar shook himself out of his reverie. "What is it? Is Ulfric well?"

Greta nodded. "The High King wishes you to join him in his bedchamber - uh, I mean..." Greta blushed at her double entendre, but Galmar hadn't even heard it, he was already sprinting back uphill.

Ulfric was not alone when Galmar burst through the patio doors, out of breath from his mad dash up to the house. He stood stock still, arrested by the sight before him. Ulfric lay back on the bed, held down by Ralof on the left and another of the young Stormcloaks on the right (he really should have learned the fellow's name) while Rozenn stood before him, clad in Master Mage Robes from the school of Restoration with golden magic glowing in her palms.

"What in Talos' name is going on here?"

A/N: The final chapter!

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"Galmar! I missed you!" Rozenn turned to face him, her smile lighting up the room better than a Magelight spell. She sheathed her ready spells and jumped on her husband, hugging and kissing him warmly.

Galmar's arms tightened instinctively around her, and he inhaled the scent of her deeply, but kept a wary eye on Ulfric and the young Stormcloaks. "Not that I am not pleased to have you here, wife, but what are you doing to the High King?"

Ulfric gazed at Galmar and offered a small, wry smile to his longtime friend. "You made a very good point, today, Galmar. I lost the ability to tell healer from foe in the hands of the Thalmor. And in allowing my remembered pain to control my reaction to healers, I allowed the Thalmor to win, many times over. Today, I chose to take that victory back from them. Rozenn is going to heal my broken leg."

Rozenn, still clutching Galmar as though she might never let him go, nodded into his shoulder. "Ulfric said it might be best to have a healer with a strong Thu'um to help him - if he fought someone like Greta he might hurt her, but I can use Ice Form to still him and calm him if he needs it. Will you help hold him steady, love?"

Galmar stayed as he was for a long time, eyes on Ulfric. Eventually he nodded. "And the rest of our conversation?"

"Remains confidential between us, Galmar," Ulfric said firmly.

"Very well. What would you have me do, Breton?"

"Would that you would speak to me so deferentially," Ulfric muttered with a small smile.

"What? And let you think you're in charge? Pfffft!" Galmar took over from the young Stormcloak, who went off to the kitchen.

Rozenn spoke to Ulfric, "This will be uncomfortable, but hopefully not painful. Any pain or discomfort you might feel is a positive thing: a healing pain. Try to remain still." To Ralof and Galmar she added, "keep him steady and as calm as possible."

"You'll be fine, Ulfric," Galmar said under his breath as the High King's muscles tensed beneath his hands.

Rozenn's hands glowed golden and then the magic flowed into Ulfric, centring on his leg. Ulfric shut his eyes and pushed his head back into the pillow, a grimace of horror on his features. Ralof looked worriedly at Galmar. Galmar smiled grimly. "He can do this. He might pass out, like a milk drinker-" this comment aimed at Ulfric "- but he'll do it, and be a better High King for it."

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Ulfric forced himself not to fight the two pairs of hands holding him down; he heard the spell begin, but couldn't hear much more over the roaring in his ears. It had been years since he had felt such helpless fear. He didn't know how long he was treated for, but he felt Ralof's hands ease off his shoulder, and Galmar slip a hand down to grip his fist.

"Ulfric?" Rozenn was calling his name, and likely had done so several times. "Ulfric, can you speak?"

Ulfric let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and croaked out what might have been a yes.

Galmar pushed him upright into a sitting position and held a tankard to his lips. Sweet mead filled his mouth. Ulfric swallowed, feeling an immediate improvement. Something about the sweetness made him feel better... Or... "Was this mead dosed with a healing potion?"

Galmar chuckled and Rozenn laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. Does your leg feel better?" Galmar asked.

Ulfric tested it on the bed. It felt considerably better. He nodded.

"Want to try putting your weight on it?" Galmar asked, while pushing Ulfric to the edge of the bed.

"What if I say "No"?" Ulfric asked.

Galmar shoved him. "Tough."

Ulfric stood, glaring at his Housecarl. "An improvement. Thank you, Thane Rozenn."

"What happened to General Stormblade? Not that I like the name, mind," Rozenn asked, coming to lean happily against Galmar.

"You don't look it. In that get-up you look like a mage or scholar or a Thane," Galmar answered before Ulfric could even examine his reasoning.

"And the leg, High King? Better?" Rozenn asked again.

"Much. I think perhaps it will be a long time before I ask for another healing, but I would ask that you be the one to perform them," Ulfric replied.

"Of course, Ulfric. Unless I can teach the Thu'um for Ice Form to every healer in Skyrim, nobody else would be brave enough to try healing you!"

"You and Galmar - you will always keep me humble," Ulfric muttered.

"Someone has to," they chorused. Ralof snorted.

Ulfric glared at the young Nord. "See that all our things are packed. We need to get back to Windhelm as soon as may be."

"Yes, High King!"

"Now, High King Ulfric, if you don't mind..." Rozenn said as she went to a dresser and opened a drawer.

"What?" Ulfric asked even as Galmar said out of the side of his mouth "Don't ask."

"You can change our sheets. I don't want to bed my husband and catch your scent, do I?"

"Don't you have a steward for that?"

"The Steward didn't use my bed."

"Now I remember why I liked Ralof's suggestion of going to Riverwood. Nobody there would dream of speaking to me like you two do."

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A/N: And that's it. There is more in this 'verse, depending on which prompts catch my eye and imagination. Thank you to any and all who read and followed and cheered for me and Galmar and Ulfric.

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Thank you!

Thank you!

I *wish* fic were more important. Gods know it's more fun! I'm glad you're following!

When Ariella woke she was in a good mood. She was pleasantly sore and there was a bit of a chill. She looked around to find she was alone. She frowned but figured Vilkas would be back soon.

She smiled at the memory of what they had done.

Sure enough the door opened and Vilkas walked in with something tucked under his arm.

“Morning.” She said, propping herself up slightly.

“Goodmorning.” Vilkas replied with a smile.

“So what have you been up to this morning?”

“I helped Farkas organise some jobs and then I went to the market stalls for a bit.” He dropped what he had been holding underneath his arm onto the bed. There were three pelts which he spread out onto the bed. Once that was done he climbed in beneath the blankets. “I noticed you get cold through the night.” He commented.

She gave him a kiss and then snuggled up to him. He was warm, like always.

“So do I have a job for today?” She asked looking up at him.

“You and I have a rest day or two, considering we came back with a fragment of Wuuthrad yesterday.”

“I see, and what’s the plan for today?” She playfully asked.

“Well honestly, I didn’t plan on leaving this room.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

7

When Brynjolf arrived at the stables outside the city walls, the guards that typically stood sentry had mysteriously disappeared from the north gate, as had the driver of the carriage citizens could use when traveling long distances and unable to afford a horse.

Delvin was lounging on a crate in the moonlight, scraping grit from beneath his fingernails with a dagger.

"Sapphire said you wanted to see me," Brynjolf said as he approached.

Delvin grunted. "That I did."

He nodded his head at the stalls where two dappled gray horses stood saddled and laden with bulging leather sacks.

Delvin pointed the dagger at the younger man. "You, my friend, are going to Markarth."

Brynjolf consciously smothered the wave of hope threatening to spread through his body.

"Mercer has made up his mind. He won't let anyone even consider taking a job in Markarth now, not until the whole thing blows over."

"That ain't your problem now," Delvin replied smoothly. "You let me worry about Mercer. Just get your arse to Markarth and bring her back."

"Why?" Brynjolf challenged. "You're not the type to stick your neck out on a job this risky, not even for me."

A half-smile tugged at Delvin's lips. "I know you, Bryn. A damn sight better than Mercer. You're in love with her - though you won't admit it - and you'll be useless to the rest of us until you know she's safe. Or dead."

Brynjolf raked his fingers through his hair.

"Now, don't get me wrong," the older thief continued, "I like the girl, and she's proven herself to be an asset. but I'm doing this for the good of the guild. We don't run smooth without you."

"How community-minded of you," Brynjolf muttered darkly. He nodded at the horses. "You're obviously not coming. Who's my back-up?"

"Me," a voice answered behind him as Vex walked between the two men to the horses and slung a large bag over the saddle of the smaller animal.

"You?" Brynjolf echoed, unable to keep the surprise from his voice. "You don't even like her."

"I'm the best infiltrator you've got," she said. "You won't make it out without me." She slid a boot into one of the footholds and gracefully mounted the creature. "Plus, she's our most reliable earner these days. We get her out, it's less work for me. Now come on. I wanna make Falkreath by noon."

Brynjolf looked at Delvin. "You have a plan?"

"I'll tell you on the way," Vex said, irritation evident in her tone. "Let's get going."

Brynjolf felt little choice but to do what he was told. They were both risking their places in the guild - and Vex was risking her life - to help him. Confident that his horse already carried everything they knew he would have packed himself if given the chance, Brynjolf held a hand out to Delvin.

"Thank you, my friend."

Delvin took the hand offered and gripped it. "Get her back safe."

Brynjolf knew he didn't mean Githa. He nodded and went to the horse, pulling himself up straight in the saddle.

Without waiting for further confirmation, Vex dug her heel's into her horse's sides and took off. Fighting this new thrill of hope and failing, Brynjolf followed suit and rode after her, with dawn just a few hours away and Markarth - and Githa - seeming both closer and farther than ever before.

Back already! The continuing evolution of the relationship between Argis and Nikolai. With a new home and all that come along with it. :D Enjoy!

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It hadn’t bothered Argis that they never traveled to Falkreath. Yes they traveled through the hold but Nikolai seemed to be well aware of the area and steered cleared of it. Argis didn’t question it. Perhaps it had to do with Nikolai’s childhood or maybe he disliked the place on principle. Either way, it was none of Argis’ business. It struck him as strange, though, that they now had a home not too far from the village.

“How were you able to get land here?” Argis asked as the two trekked out of the village. Nikolai had surprised him once more, vying for a carriage to take them from Markarth to Falkreath rather than walking.

Nikolai shrugged with a smile, “I helped out Jarl Siddgeir a few times and it seems like I made a bit of an impression on him. The offer had been set for a while and I finally have a reason to accept it.”

Argis could feel himself blush slightly, thankful for the fact that Nikolai was rather focused on leading the way. He was getting used to Nikolai, albeit slowly. He enjoyed the man’s presence and touch, yet when it came to voicing such things or being within view of others Argis found himself nervous. They acted no different than before but it was little things that only lovers did that worried him.

Slowly they moved off the road and wandered down a rather newly worn path. They moved through the foothills slowly, seeming to go at a pace where Nikolai could admire the trees. “We’re lucky,” he explained. “Not only do we have easy access to Falkreath but Riverwood is not too far away. Close to people without being in the thick of ‘em.”

“I should have known you weren’t too keen on city life,” Argis replied.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Nikolai laughed, slowing so he could walk in stride with Argis, “I like it just fine but being surrounded by all of this is comforting. Plus, it was built to my specifications and we don’t have to worry about nosy neighbors.” The two crested one of the foothills and came to a stop, a smile wide on Nikolai’s face. “Here we are. Lakeview Manor!”

Argis stared, a little surprised at what he saw. To the left stood a yet unused stable and before them a sprawling home. A small area beside the building’s entrance was fenced in, housing chickens and the beginnings of a garden. They stood in the shadow of the home’s second story and the open terrace that undoubtedly overlooked the area.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Nikolai breathed.

“Very much so,” Argis smiled.

“I’m glad. It belongs to the two of us.” Nikolai took Argis’ hand into his own, squeezing it tightly before letting it go. “Why don’t you go inside and get comfortable? I need to check around back for something.”

Argis nodded absentmindedly as Nikolai trotted away. It was the first place besides his childhood home that was something more than the residence of another. This was something he could be proud of. He told himself he’d had to thank Nikolai for this. It was more than he had imagined the man would have gone through. A home, custom made for the two of them.

With a slight smile on his face Argis disappeared into the home. Looking back on it he should have known something was strange but the smell of freshly made breads and foods just made Lakeview Manor seem homier. He shrugged of his pack and let it remain near the front door as he slowly traveled through another set of doors, these laying open and giving a welcoming view of large dining table and a fire already burning in the hearth. This was better than he could have imagined.

Glancing at the walls, Argis noted with a frown that there was a lack of weapon racks. ‘Guess I’ll just keep it on me for now,’ he thought, fingers trailing over the pommel of his blade.

“I knew I heard something! You’re. . . ”

Argis turned at the sound of a child’s trailing voice. A young girl stood in the doorway of what had to be the kitchen, her eyes wide was she stared at Argis. He knew that he shared the child’s confusion and it took him only a moment to realize that her eyes were glued to the hand that rested on his sword.

The girl didn’t wait for Argis to move or begin to respond before she let out a panicked shriek. He tried to talk to her, to make sense of the situation but he could hear clamoring from an adjoining room. She darted towards the sound, reaching the door as it opened and as a Redguard woman appeared. Argis had little time to react before the woman was weaving around the items in the room and pulling free her own weapons, a set of two scimitars.

Argis raised his hands, making it clear that he had no weapons but the woman either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t car. She lunged at him, swinging both blades with a grunt, and all Argis could do was dodge away. He turned and bolted towards the door that he had entered through. The woman’s voice followed him, spitting threats as she pursued.

Bursting into the open air Argis shouted for Nikolai, spinning around and producing his own weapon. The Redguard showed no fear and met him head on. The woman was a flurry of movement and biting blades. Argis deflected the strikes with ease which only seemed to enrage the woman as she tried for lethal strikes. With a snarl the Redguard struck low, pulling Argis’ legs out from beneath him with the dulled sides of her scimitars, and brought both blades of her head for a final strike.

“Rayya, stop!” Argis pushed himself away from the woman and to his feet, breathing heavily as Nikolai hurried towards them. The young Nord stopped beside the Redguard who was still staring Argis down. “I promise you, he is not an enemy.”

“But my Thane-”

“Thane,” Argis echoed, brow furrowing as he turned his attention away from the threatening blades and to Nikolai. “Thane?”

Nikolai shrugged bashfully.

“Papa, you’re back.” The sheepish expression on Nikolai’s face flashed from apologetic to one of pure joy as he wheeled around. Argis watched as his companion scooped up the young girl with ease. She squealed with joy as she clung to Nikolai and voiced her dislike of his absence.

“What is going on here,” Argis spat.

The girl snapped her attention to Argis and he could see her tense as she held on desperately to Nikolai even as she was placed on the ground. “Who’s he?”

“I found this man, my Thane,” Rayya interjected, “in your home just now. He scared Lucia and if it wasn’t-”

“I’m your Thane’s husband.” Those words erupted from Argis with little thought. If it wasn’t for his own anger he knew he would have felt uneasy about the fact but it didn’t matter. He could see the shock on the Redguard’s face, and confusion on the child’s, at his declaration but his eyes bored into those of Nikolai’s and conveyed his anger at the situation.

“Gods, Argis. . .”

Argis turned and began an angered trek away from the home. He could hear Nikolai shouting after him but ignored the calls. He let his anger fester. Thoughts and rants rolled through his mind as he made his way back to the road.

“Damnit, will you listen to me?”

“Why,” Argis asked, not bothering to slow. “Why should I listen to you now? There was enough of a chance for you to explain this to me while we were traveling. Not once did you mention your standings here, which may not be any of my business.” Argis stopped suddenly, wheeling around and striking Nikolai hard against the jaw. “But I do think mentioning that you are a father to a child should have been a subject you broached early on.”

Nikolai rubbed his jaw, his head down as he sighed. “I know, Argis. This wasn’t how I expected things to happen.”

“Really? Did you think parading a child before me as I arrived was going to make this any better?”

“What?”

“I’m not stupid, Nikolai. That was that ‘something’ you went searching for behind the house.”

Slowly Nikolai raised his head, “I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t know how you would react to a child. I met her in Whiterun. It was during the time I was here making preparations and plans for the house. Poor thing was begging for money and I just couldn’t let her keep living on the street.”

“You’re a damned bleeding heart.”

“Look at it this way,” Nikolai said with an unsure smile, “we’re a family.”

Argis frowned, “Did it ever cross your mind to ask me for any input? Did you ever think that I may not like children?”

Nikolai began to respond but seemed to quickly reconsider what he was about to say.

“What about the fact that neither of them knew about me? That woman seemed shocked when I announced who I was.

Nikolai’s shoulders slumped slightly defeat, “If you would like to return to Markarth, I-”

“No,” Argis replied with a shake of his head. “There’s no point in returning, especially since you had this place built for us.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I’ll have to be. Just don’t expect me to be quick friends with the child.”

“Her name is Lucia.”

“Whatever. Is there anything else you need to tell me? No other secrets?”

“Nothing, I swear.”

Oh God; I was just about to leave a comment in your previous story simply to say how much I loved it and how much I wanted to see more of this two. Because there’s still too much left unsaid between them.

Like the whole thing that they never really talk about regarding Nikolai been the Dragonborn, or the mysterious lady. (Although anyone that have played the game already knows who she is.)

And they haven’t said something else that I imagine that it would come eventually, especially since Argis is obviously still coming to terms to this whole marriage thing. But neither of this two has said “I love you.” (Yeah; I know that I’m a sap. Lol.)

But disregarding all that; I’m so glad that this two have become some sort of a series already around here. And for that I thank you so much A!A, may all the divines bless you. :)

I really like this prompt~ If I felt like I could pull it off, I would fill it, but honestly this sounds like it deserves a long story with many many parts, and I'm not exactly known for keeping up with multi-chaps. XD

(also, it deserves smut, and my smut leaves much to be desired--or at least, to me it does)

So, basically, seconded!

(Finally finished this!)

"But--apostrophes...what're you even..."

Marcurio just looked at him then, calm and predatory. "I said, kneel."

Something about his tone brooked no argument. Niruin quickly obeyed, watching as the Imperial carelessly removed his own clothes, flinging all but the belt and long, narrow sash into the corner. Not bad, Niruin thought. He's got a nice body. Too bad he's crazy (but weren't all wizards?). Hopefully he's not crazy enough to kill me. Marcurio sat before him.

"Hands behind your back." Marcurio bound the elf's hands with an ease Niruin suspected was borne of practice. The Imperial was very close to him now, arms around him, cinching the knots, smelling of sandalwood, and underneath it something heavier and sharper, the scent of sweat and skin. The sash was tight around his wrists now, and it gave him a strange thrill as Marcurio stood, looking down at him, head tilted as if he were an artists surveying his latest work, slowly, almost casually stroking his cock. Niruin felt his face grow warm; he'd done plenty of debauched things in his life before, but he'd never been tied up and admired like a trophy by a smug Imperial. He was usually much prouder than this, and he looked away in confusion, not understanding why he liked it, why just the simple act of being bound had him warm and already half hard.

Marcurio's hand was soft against his face, a contrast to his rough gesture as the wizard took his jaw and forced him to look forward. "I'll have no false modesty from you, elf. You're a trollop. I can tell. I know your type. Besides, I'm going to make use of your mouth."

Marcurio buried a hand in the elf's hair, tilting his head to a suitable angle. Niruin tried not to gag as the sorcerer's length entered his mouth, touched against the back of his throat. Almost reflexively he pressed his tongue to it, and Marcurio sighed in pleasure and began, slowly, to fuck the elf's mouth. It took a moment to get accustomed to, the heat of it, the fleshy smooth feel of the other man's cock in his mouth; it was solid, thick enough that it was a bit difficult to breath.

Marcurio didn't give him long to get used it. Bending, he braced himself against the wall with one hand, looming over him, and increased his pace. Niruin swallowed, trying not to gag. His head was tipped back even further as the Imperial tugged him back by his ponytail, and the sudden flash of pain across his scalp sent a charge down his spine, so that he arched and couldn't help but moan--sometimes there was nothing better than having his hair pulled. It was nearly enough to distract him from the almost-but-not-quite-choking feel of Marcurio ravishing his throat. His eyes were tearing now, throat working convulsively to breathe, and he felt lightheaded, caught up in an overwhelming rush of dizzyness and arousal. Somewhere around the time black spots had started swimming at the corners of his vision, Marcurio's seed splattered the back of his mouth, and then he was left slumped against the wall, hard to aching, trying to gasp for air and swallow away the bitter taste on his tongue. He glanced sidelong at Marcurio, almost warily. The wizard was sitting on the floor, head tipped back to rest on the edge of the bed, panting, and for the moment, thoroughly sated.

Eventually, the Imperial looked up, and took some interest in Niruin, looking him over. "Enjoying yourself?" he said a bit snidely.

"I---" Niruin couldn't think of anything to say, and what he was thinking--you almost suffocated me, you fucked my throat raw, but somehow, yes--didn't really seem...appropriate? No; really he just didn't want to admit it out loud. Marcurio was suddenly looming over him again, looming even though he, too, was kneeling, and he pulled Niruin's hair back from his face, bundling it at the back of his neck. At some point it had come unbound from the strip of leather that had kept it back, and it was scattered untidily about his shoulders. Niruin shivered as Marcurio's tongue trailed hot and wet up his neck.

"So...this is abuse, to you?", Niruin murmured. He yelped as Marcurio's teeth suddenly sunk into the tip of his ear.

Marcurio let him go and sat back slightly, their faces only inches apart, and stared at the elf for several long seconds. Then he leaned forward, and whispered "Listen to me. You will speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?"

Niruin cringed at the tickle of the wizard's soft, dry lips brushing against his ear, and with an odd, excited fear of whatever would be done if he disobeyed. "Yes."

"There's a good pet." Marcurio sucked where before he'd bitten, soothing the bruising skin and drawing another gasp from the elf. Niruin moaned as the Imperial's fingers finally wrapped around around his cock and began stroking, fast and rough. The sudden sensation was almost overwhelming, a rush of heat and pleasure that tensed his muscles and pooled in the pit of his stomach and spread to his loins. His hips jerked as the ecstasy grew to a pitch---and then Marcurio stopped. He watched calmly as the elf strained against the bonds, panting with want, thoroughly frustrated.

"You wanted that an awful lot, didn't you? Well. I don't want you losing interest that quick. You see, I'm going to fuck you."

OP is eagerly waiting at the door and checking regularly.

I hope even if/when you do finish this another prompt will strike your interest; there is never enough of them Q.Q

Thirding it! Also A!a would you mind a double fill? Cause id love to do this

I wait for the rest! everything is perfect! are so sweet! I can not wait more

GUH WOW

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