Title: Virtue of Pleasure Summary: Nessa is a sweet, shy, innocent girl of a thief and Mercer is going to teach her the error of her ways. Kinks: ES:Skyrim, Prompt: filled, char:Mercer_frey, char:f!pc, race:nord, race:Breton, kinks:age_difference, kink:virginity, kink:fingering, kink:anal, relationship:het, kink:oral, kink:rough_sex, kink:dubcon, kink:submission, kink:public
"Another toast to the girl of the hour, Nessa!"
A huzzah echoed through the Ragged Flagon as the Thieves' Guild collectively raised their cups before draining them of mead and ale. The energy in the room was positive as the various members buzzed with excitement.
Nessa had successfully returned from completing the infamous Goldenglow Estate job, a mission even Vex had failed. There might have been some soot on her face and a few golden locks burnt in the process, but she had destroyed the requested hives and cleaned out Aringoth's safe without being caught.
She might have run like a scared rabbit when she saw motion outside the corner of her eye once she left the property, but that part didn't need to be retold when she reported to Brynjolf.
Her mentor had praised her so highly at her success that Nessa had blushed until her skin had turned a pretty pink to the very roots of her scalp. He then insisted on buying a drink for her which led to the thieves in the Cistern following to hear the heist in full detail.
At first, the young blonde Nord had quietly and shyly gave a brief description of how she had skulked below the estate in the abandoned sewers until she got into the house, crawled along the halls of the building to avoid the guards, grabbed the key from Aringoth before finding the safe and escaping through a trapdoor that lead back to the sewers. Toasting the three beehives had been almost an afterthought before making a run for it.
But as the drinks flowed and more and more people asked for the story, she couldn't help embellishing it a little more each time. Her journey through the sewer became a proud stride, her crawling in the manor turned into a predator's stalk, her dodging of guards became a harrowing hand-to-hand combat with three large men bearing down on her, and her snagging the key from a napping Aringoth became her browbeating him into verbal submission before he gladly handed her the key.
Each retelling was greeted with a loud round of applause, a new toast, and a deep drink before a new round would start. It felt good for someone to accomplish such a big job. Maven Black-Briar had been breathing down the Guild's neck to get the affair settled and after Vex, their best lockpicker, had failed, spirits had been low.
It didn't help that Delvin Mallory had been talking about the Guild being cursed and so many members being incarcerated for being caught for the simplest jobs. Brynjolf had been bragging about his newest protégé for weeks and it was a delight to find that he was right. Maybe she was the Guild's luck.
And who wouldn't love someone like Nessa? She was young, sweet, and a classic beauty. Her skin was unmarred, her hair golden like ripe wheat, and eyes like the clear summer sky. She didn't look like a thief with her big eyes and heart shaped face, which obviously made her perfect for the profession. It was much easier to rob people if you looked agreeable than a rough brute.
It didn't hurt that she was a gentle soul. A thief, but gentle nonetheless. She seemed honestly interested in getting to know the others in the Guild and was always willing to give a hand if one was needed. She had an easy laugh and an easier smile. Delvin liked her, but he liked all young, pretty things. Vekel the Man thought she was a good addition to the group, and even Dirge didn't harass her as much as he did with some of the other newcomers.
Now everyone was gathered in the Flagon and drinking happily. It was quite crowded for the normally deserted bar, but word had passed quickly after Bryn had bought Nessa her first drink. Now it was an impromptu party with Nessa as the guest of honor.
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timeasmymeasure
Virtue of Pleasure 1/?
Date: 2013-04-12 05:21 am (UTC)Summary: Nessa is a sweet, shy, innocent girl of a thief and Mercer is going to teach her the error of her ways.
Kinks: ES:Skyrim, Prompt: filled, char:Mercer_frey, char:f!pc, race:nord, race:Breton, kinks:age_difference, kink:virginity, kink:fingering, kink:anal, relationship:het, kink:oral, kink:rough_sex, kink:dubcon, kink:submission, kink:public
"Another toast to the girl of the hour, Nessa!"
A huzzah echoed through the Ragged Flagon as the Thieves' Guild collectively raised their cups before draining them of mead and ale. The energy in the room was positive as the various members buzzed with excitement.
Nessa had successfully returned from completing the infamous Goldenglow Estate job, a mission even Vex had failed. There might have been some soot on her face and a few golden locks burnt in the process, but she had destroyed the requested hives and cleaned out Aringoth's safe without being caught.
She might have run like a scared rabbit when she saw motion outside the corner of her eye once she left the property, but that part didn't need to be retold when she reported to Brynjolf.
Her mentor had praised her so highly at her success that Nessa had blushed until her skin had turned a pretty pink to the very roots of her scalp. He then insisted on buying a drink for her which led to the thieves in the Cistern following to hear the heist in full detail.
At first, the young blonde Nord had quietly and shyly gave a brief description of how she had skulked below the estate in the abandoned sewers until she got into the house, crawled along the halls of the building to avoid the guards, grabbed the key from Aringoth before finding the safe and escaping through a trapdoor that lead back to the sewers. Toasting the three beehives had been almost an afterthought before making a run for it.
But as the drinks flowed and more and more people asked for the story, she couldn't help embellishing it a little more each time. Her journey through the sewer became a proud stride, her crawling in the manor turned into a predator's stalk, her dodging of guards became a harrowing hand-to-hand combat with three large men bearing down on her, and her snagging the key from a napping Aringoth became her browbeating him into verbal submission before he gladly handed her the key.
Each retelling was greeted with a loud round of applause, a new toast, and a deep drink before a new round would start. It felt good for someone to accomplish such a big job. Maven Black-Briar had been breathing down the Guild's neck to get the affair settled and after Vex, their best lockpicker, had failed, spirits had been low.
It didn't help that Delvin Mallory had been talking about the Guild being cursed and so many members being incarcerated for being caught for the simplest jobs. Brynjolf had been bragging about his newest protégé for weeks and it was a delight to find that he was right. Maybe she was the Guild's luck.
And who wouldn't love someone like Nessa? She was young, sweet, and a classic beauty. Her skin was unmarred, her hair golden like ripe wheat, and eyes like the clear summer sky. She didn't look like a thief with her big eyes and heart shaped face, which obviously made her perfect for the profession. It was much easier to rob people if you looked agreeable than a rough brute.
It didn't hurt that she was a gentle soul. A thief, but gentle nonetheless. She seemed honestly interested in getting to know the others in the Guild and was always willing to give a hand if one was needed. She had an easy laugh and an easier smile. Delvin liked her, but he liked all young, pretty things. Vekel the Man thought she was a good addition to the group, and even Dirge didn't harass her as much as he did with some of the other newcomers.
Now everyone was gathered in the Flagon and drinking happily. It was quite crowded for the normally deserted bar, but word had passed quickly after Bryn had bought Nessa her first drink. Now it was an impromptu party with Nessa as the guest of honor.