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“Why not, I've been doing it for years,” Madanach growled. Then he sighed and seemed to relent. “All the same, the violence is getting to me and I can't afford to throw away any more of my people. I need them to trust me or it'll be damn impossible to hold on to anything worthwhile. Liriel, I'd like to be able to write and tell everyone you're one of us, to let you through unhindered, I really would, but if I need you to kill certain Hagravens who are being uncooperative, I can't be associated with that. A Forsworn man raising a hand to a Hag, even indirectly? It would ruin me. But Hagravens killing other Hagravens – now that's generally understood to be Hag business and we all stay out of it. We just wait until it's all over and rally round the winner.”

“Still not helping!” Liriel sighed, rubbing her forehead and craving sleep. “I'm not a Hagraven.”

“No. Not you yourself. But your leader is, in a way.” Madanach was staring at her, willing her to understand, and she was trying, she really was, but she had normal sleep cycles still and her brain was tired! Astrid, did he mean? No, not Astrid. The Night Mother. The Hag of Hags, Matriarch of Matriarchs, feared by all the Hagravens and revered by the Forsworn too as the conduit to Sithis, the promise the Dread Father had not abandoned them and that his aid could be sought.

“You're saying if I walk up there and announce myself as Listener, the Forsworn will just let me in,” she said. “They'll let me walk right up to their Matriarch and kill her?”

“Essentially, yes,” said Madanach, looking positively delighted at the idea.

“But I walked past Broken Tower Redoubt in my Shrouded Armour and they attacked me on sight!” said Liriel, remembering having to deal with all sorts of resistance when she and Jenassa had gone to rescue Fjotra the Sybil from there.

“Yes, because you didn't give the right call-signs,” said Madanach. “Anyone can kill a Dark Brother and steal their armour, Liriel. There's a ritual to it, a call and response so they know you're genuinely the Night Mother's and not an impostor. Surprised your Sanctuary never taught you, but if what you've told me is true, it's quite possible the knowledge was lost years ago.”

“So tell me,” Liriel sighed, weary and tired of all the secrets. “You tell me how to announce myself as the true Listener, if you know all this.”

“I will,” Madanach promised, leaning closer, grey eyes staring intently in to hers. “I will teach you everything your brothers and sisters have forgotten.” He was smiling, a hungry, predatory smile as he reached out a hand to her face, fingers gently skimming her cheek as they ran through her hair, and Liriel seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. All she knew was that she was shaking all over, afraid, very afraid but not wanting it to stop either.

“Madanach,” she whispered, suddenly very very nervous.

“Dragon-Queen?” he murmured, sly grin not letting up for a second.

“Can we do this in the morning?” she asked, backing away from him. “I – I think I need to sleep first. I can't take any more in right now. I'm sorry.”

Madanach's smile vanished as he narrowed his eyes, looking carefully at her. Then he nodded and let her go, backing off. Liriel sighed with relief, finally able to breathe properly again. She didn't consider herself a weakling in any sense but around Madanach, she always felt off-balance somehow. Constantly wrong-footed. She was a pure-bred Altmer of impeccable family while he was some scruffy barbarian human barely half her age, and yet around him she always felt like the powerless one. She should turn and run, get out of here, go back to running side contracts for Nazir and dealing with the war and trying to sort out the dragons, and never come near this place again. She was already feeling in way over her head, and what if he was playing her somehow? Using her for some nefarious purpose of his own? It was all too likely with this man.

“I've kept you up long enough, haven't I?” he said, leaning back and looking almost kind. “Go on, take my tent.”

“Where will you sleep?” Liriel asked, getting up. “You can't stay up all night.”

There is indeed a section missing, thank you so much for pointing it out! *adds*

Glad you like it so far!

This story is so good omg.
And your writing style is so beautiful wow I'm jealous.
Please continue.

I was three or four games in before I ever encountered the ambient dialogue between Falk Firebeard and Bryling, but when I did they immediately became my OTP; I always liked them both, and their secret love affair is adorable. According to the UESP wiki Falk was even designed to sneak over to her house in the middle of the night (there's a bug with the AI that keeps him from doing so).

I seriously need a story about them sneaking around and trying to keep Erikur in the dark about their passionate trysts, and dreaming of the day when the war is over and Falk can resign.

OP here! A!A you are so talented! I'm basking in this fabulously long fill.

I like your range of characters, too. I didn't expect Eola, or an interesting backstory! And this line, "...killing him and eating his still-warm corpse. She'd carved off a slice and cooked it with a Flames spell first of course, she wasn't a savage or anything." I laughed so much! :p

I am seriously loving this fill: the juxtaposition of the haughty Altmer, Madanach, his daughter, and the really intriguing hierarchy of hags and briar-hearts. And when they drank together; how they chilled their drinks. And how closely the DB are linked to the Forsworn! All the lore bits felt very genuine, as well.

...and the goats! And the "coming-of-age" idea!

Agh! A!A I find all of it amazing! Effortlessly written and brilliantly creative, can't wait for more.

I always see the name Dyce when I wander through the meme. Never read one before now.

“Are you worried that you might not satisfy me because you are a Breton?” Giggled so much at that. :p

Looking forward to seeing how this pans out!

YES. I hope this gets soooo many fills!!

“Are you worried that you might not satisfy me because you are a Breton?” Bwahahahahaha!

Dyce!Anon you've done it again. I love you.

Chapter 2
Argis scowled as his Thane left to take a bath, he didn’t know if she was purposely torturing him over the past few days or didn’t see him as a man. He didn’t know how many times he had helped her put her armor on, or place clean clothes that she forgot by the fire and placed them by the lake she was bathing in. He was slowly going insane and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about.

His scowled darkened and he glared at the dark sky. He could hear her splashing not far away and knew she was naked. He tried his damnedest not to think about her naked or the water lapping at her skin. He really tried not to think of the affect the cold water had on her body. How her nipples would be standing erect begging for someone’s touch.

He hissed as his pants tightened uncomfortably and he nearly groaned. He tightened his lips to not let a sound escape when he heard her walking back into the camp. He forced himself not glare at her and act normal. It wasn’t easy.
Ania glanced at Argis as he entered the camp, her face was set in an angry scowl. His body tense as if waiting for an attack. For a stud, he was made of rock. She didn’t know what else to do to entice him to her bed.

So far walking around in her under garments hadn’t work; or having him bring her clothes while she was naked in the water. Each time he said nothing, acted as if she wasn’t there naked. The only other option though she highly doubt it would work was jumping him.

She was tempted to take him back to that godforsaken city and leave him there to suffer. “We’ll be leaving at first light. Once we are done with the ruins we’re heading back to Markarth,” she stated, before heading to her tent.

~ooooooooooooo~

Ania entered the ruins first, her hand already lit with magic. Argis was close behind her, his musky scent coming to her and she nearly groaned in pleasure. She wished she didn’t have to leave him at home but he was a sexual frustration that didn’t look like there was going to be an end to. So for her sanity she had to leave him behind.

She lit the first draugr on fire, Argis raced forward attacking the other two. It was usual between them, he kept them off of her and she helped when she had a clean shot.

Since this time she didn’t have a clean shot, she used her magic to heal Argis. It was the only thing she could do.

Argis bit off a gasp when her magic hit him. He loved it when she used it on him, but hated how much he had to fight not to groan out in pleasure, or to take her right then.

Argis frustration grew more than he could bare. With a snarl he pinned Ania when the other two draugr were dead. Ania gasped started and searched his eyes. His good eye had darkened to an golden color, his face was flush, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal, anger or from the fight.

She stood stalk still waiting to see what he had planned. She was praying he was having the same thoughts as her.
Argis came back to himself and bowed his head in shame, “I’m sorry my Thane, I forgot myself,” he murmured, letting her go as if he got burned. He kept his eyes down casted and backed away until the opposite wall hit his back.

Argis didn’t bother waiting for a reply, he was pretty sure she was pissed. He just started down the stairs when he heard her voice.

“Pity,” she murmured and smirked when he whipped around to face her. She saw the confusion in his eyes, the unasked question, but she didn’t bother elaborating right now. Later she will, now that she knew.

SECONDED. This would be a really cool story.

(Also, I'm not an expert on Elder Scrolls lore, but don't some versions of the Talos story have him getting his throat cut and being unable to use the Voice later in his life?)

Wait, really? I've never heard that dialogue!

+1

Falk and Bryling are apparently in love, but they have to keep it secret because Erikur would force Falk to resign if he found out (presumably it's a conflict of interest for the steward to be sleeping with one of the thanes?), and for blatantly obvious reasons nobody wants Erikur to have any more political power. Sybille Stentor knows about the affair and makes veiled, snide remarks. Falk wants the war to end so that Elisif won't need him so much, at which point he can step down and they won't have to sneak around any more. Bryling also appears to have at least a token amount of sympathy for the Stormcloaks, which makes the whole thing even more complicated considering Falk is, y'know, ELISIF'S STEWARD.

(Crazy, right?)

Here's the first bite, tell me if you like it!

Description: Carrie the elf and her housecarl Lydia have gone back in time to one of their childhoods! Will they make it back alive?

Carrie walked into the Dwemer ruin cautiously, just waiting for a trap to be set off or a Centurion to come towards her. But nothing happened, there was only silence. "Wow, would you look at that." Lydia said. Carrie nodded in agreement,gazing around in wonder. " Look! there it is!" , she said pointing in the direction of the scroll that lay atop the polished marble pedestal.

I want to fill this~

I have so many ideas!

Would it be alright to use an M!Dunmer DB? Are you sure you don't have a pref for het/slash?

D: this hurt my heart man.

SECONDED.

Whenever my char gets married, the decision is so sudden or it feels out of character for the NPC or there wasn't much story between them in my head...

so I thought, well, maybe they just have too much to drink, think it would be an amazing/funny idea and get married!

any characters
maybe they can only arrange it drunk and decide what to do the morning after, maybe they do the whole thing drunk, sex before/after/not

fluff, crack, kinky, whatever!

EEEE! Also *shakes fist* Cliffhangger! How could you!

Still really love this story.

I am just waiting for the other OP to answer me. As soon as they do two chapters will be going up. They are already written out.

I am sooooo glad that you love this story. I hope to hear from you on the other section.

I like this idea!! If you don't mind a slow post and maybe a long one, I'm willing. But I do have a few questions. Do you mind M!DB/M and do you have a preference of race? Do you mind some angst but mostly humor?

Oh, you must must read all the Dyce!!! <3 him!

So for whatever reason, Galmar hasn't been with anyone in a long time. Cue the Dragonborn, joining the Stormcloaks, sashaying around in vampire armor, the smooth tops of her breasts teasing and tantalizing Galmar. He decides to act on it after the war - paying special attention to the tits that caught his attention so many times.

I love the Romeo and Juliet vibe going on in Whiterun with these two and their feuding families, and I want to know more about them. How did it start? How do they keep it secret - or is anyone in their families in on it? Does the war push them closer together, or pull them apart? I'll take anything, no matter how short, long, angsty, or sexy! (Although no double-suicide at the end, purely because I think they both have a lot more common sense than the actual Romeo and Juliet.)

Thank you everyone for your kind word. I am so glad you enjoy her!!
Tags: race: F!DB Bosmer, Nords Kinks: sex het

Amie followed Hadvar out of the cave, most of the time she was distracted with those bulging muscles, sweat soaked skin, heaving chest. ‘Oh damn, she was in trouble, the very good kind if this guy cooperated.’

“We should almost be at the exit,” Hadvar stated, glancing over his shoulder at the woman following him.

“Can’t wait,” she murmured trying her hardest not to show the affect he was having on her.

Hadvar raised a brow when he heard her voice, it was soft and husky. He smirked as he noticed the lust in her eyes. He had to admit fighting did light a fire in a person, he wondered if she would be willing for a quick tumble. He swallowed nervously at the thought of starting something with a complete stranger.

He shook his head at his absurd thought. There was no way he was going to start something with a complete stranger, his blush at the moment was enough evidence that he couldn’t. But if she was to start something, being a well brought up man, how could he say no to helping a woman in distress?

Amie rolled her eyes as he turned back and headed out of the cave. They were in the perfect place and she had seen his eyes heat, so what was his problem.

She couldn’t believe it, she came to this cold country on a rumor and find out it’s true. And yet she can’t slake her appetite. With an annoyed sigh she followed him along.

It took a few hours to get to Riverwood, they were just on the outskirts of town. Amie stopped when he turned to her. “You seemed like you were in pain earlier, how are you feeling now?” Hadvar asked with an innocent smile.

Amia grinned, not missing an opportunity when it presented itself. This one was yelling at her to take it. She looked down at the ground bashfully and slowly raised her eyes, “What are you willing to do for me?” she asked with a purr to her voice. She gave him a saucy grin and placed a hand on his armor, slowly gliding it downward, watching his eyes intently.

She watched as his eyes heated up, his breath quickened. ‘Yep, they were on the same page and she couldn’t wait to see what he was hiding under that armor.’

They scurried into the bushes out of sight. She found herself pinned against a large tree, her hands held above her head by one of his hand, his other hand made quick work of her clothing. She was in heaven.

She felt small, fragile with all of his hard muscles pressed against her. He didn’t need to ready her, she was already wet with his closeness. She moaned throatily as he nipped her neck and worked his way down. She gasped and shivered as the cold air hit her overheated skin. She felt his low moan vibrate against her skin, slow she was going out of her mind. ‘If he doesn’t move south soon, teeth are coming into play!’ She thought as her frustration built. Where she came from men hated teeth, she loved them, but learnt to keep them to herself.

Her body convulsed as his hand finally made it where she wanted them. She smirked as he looked down at her in pleasure. He didn’t need any more coaxing. She let out a surprised, pleasured gasped as he lifted her and impaled her on the length she never saw or touch. That annoyed her… Her eyes widened as he kept sliding into her, stretching her more than she ever had been. He groaned his pleasure when he was hilted within her. She didn’t need to see it, he filled her and then some.

God she was loving Skyrim!

Her eyes rolled back as he back moving gently and then thrusting harder within her. He didn’t need to search for that spot deep within her, he hit everything. ‘Thank the nines for nords!’
She lost all thought when he pressed her harder against the tree and lost himself in his pleasure. She could feel her release building, flooding all her senses. She screamed her pleasure when it flood her. Her scream was silence with his mouth as he swallowed her sounds. Her body was still quaking as he spilled his seed.

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