“Quite probably, yes, but unless you've done something silly like violate her or something like that, there's not a thing he can do about it. Eola's a woman grown, has had her initiations, and it's about time Madanach had a reminder of that. In you go!” He opened the door and waved for Cicero to go through. Before Cicero could argue, he'd been shoved into Eola's bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him.
Eola was there, sitting up in her night shift, blinking up at him in the light of a magelight. She looked horribly pale, and she'd definitely lost weight and she was staring at him like she could barely believe her eyes. She was also staring at him like a starving man looked at a steak and given Eola's habits, that was not comforting. Fortunately, Cicero had come prepared.
“Sister,” he breathed. “Sister, Cicero heard... heard you were unhappy! Why did you not write, Cicero would have come sooner!”
“Couldn't get away from Da long enough,” Eola said, still staring hungrily at him. “He watches my every move and when he's not there in person, there's always guards. I didn't want to write anything down in case he saw it.”
“Would he have punished you?” Cicero whispered, coming to join her on the bed. She shook her head miserably.
“Worse. It would have broken his heart. He's trying so hard but it's not enough, none of it's enough, I've not eaten properly since I got here, I miss all of you so much, I...” She had her head in her hands, a sob coming from behind her fingers and Cicero could take it no more. He took her in his arms, holding her tight and stroking her hair.
“Hush, hush, Cicero is here,” he crooned. “Cicero is not going anywhere. Cicero will not leave you, sister. Never, no never.” He kissed her once on the cheek, feeling her shiver in his arms.
“I'm so hungry,” she whispered, clinging on to his motley. “I haven't... I need to... I can't feel Lady Namira any more, not like I used to, I'm not even that far from the shrine! I'm scared, Cicero!”
“Do not fear, my sweetling,” Cicero murmured, letting her go and reaching for his pack. They had had to deal with bandits on the way to Markarth, he and Liriel, and they'd picked out a particularly fine looking corpse to butcher and cooked the better cuts from it. These were now being presented to Eola.
“They are cold, and not rare and bloody like Eola likes her food, but Liriel did not think they'd keep otherwise and we did not wish to have to defrost them,” Cicero said hesitantly. Eola moaned at the sight.
“Redguard, you got me Redguard, didn't you?” she breathed and Cicero nodded. Eola didn't say anything more, just tearing into the food, sighing happily as she swallowed, and really no woman had any right making noises like that, not when lonely Cicero was there, right there, watching, getting harder and harder as he watched her devour what he'd brought her, oh Sithis, had she no shame? Well of course not, he knew that, had known that from the moment she'd smirked at him and called him Cutie ap Cutieson. Finally, she finished, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and licking her fingers, looking much more like her old self.
“Is that better?” Cicero asked, trying to sound caring and doing his best to ignore the erection in his loincloth and the screaming urge to leap on her. Eola nodded, eyes meeting his, and she still looked hungry for flesh but not in quite the same way.
“Much better,” she purred, and that was her, that was the scheming little hussy he remembered. Sithis, this erection of his was actually starting to hurt. She smiled up at him and shifted closer, lifting the covers.
“Join me if you want. I could do with the company.”
Cicero heard a little keening sound coming from his throat, his cock throbbing with need, and he could take it no more. Pouncing, he leapt on top of her, pinning her down and kissing her. She gasped in surprise, but judging from the way she was spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around him, it wasn't an unwelcome surprise.
“Sithis, I missed you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Likewise,” Eola gasped. “Gods, Cicero, you have no idea. Only... you know I'm on, don't you? Do you really want to...?”
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 22.5
Eola was there, sitting up in her night shift, blinking up at him in the light of a magelight. She looked horribly pale, and she'd definitely lost weight and she was staring at him like she could barely believe her eyes. She was also staring at him like a starving man looked at a steak and given Eola's habits, that was not comforting. Fortunately, Cicero had come prepared.
“Sister,” he breathed. “Sister, Cicero heard... heard you were unhappy! Why did you not write, Cicero would have come sooner!”
“Couldn't get away from Da long enough,” Eola said, still staring hungrily at him. “He watches my every move and when he's not there in person, there's always guards. I didn't want to write anything down in case he saw it.”
“Would he have punished you?” Cicero whispered, coming to join her on the bed. She shook her head miserably.
“Worse. It would have broken his heart. He's trying so hard but it's not enough, none of it's enough, I've not eaten properly since I got here, I miss all of you so much, I...” She had her head in her hands, a sob coming from behind her fingers and Cicero could take it no more. He took her in his arms, holding her tight and stroking her hair.
“Hush, hush, Cicero is here,” he crooned. “Cicero is not going anywhere. Cicero will not leave you, sister. Never, no never.” He kissed her once on the cheek, feeling her shiver in his arms.
“I'm so hungry,” she whispered, clinging on to his motley. “I haven't... I need to... I can't feel Lady Namira any more, not like I used to, I'm not even that far from the shrine! I'm scared, Cicero!”
“Do not fear, my sweetling,” Cicero murmured, letting her go and reaching for his pack. They had had to deal with bandits on the way to Markarth, he and Liriel, and they'd picked out a particularly fine looking corpse to butcher and cooked the better cuts from it. These were now being presented to Eola.
“They are cold, and not rare and bloody like Eola likes her food, but Liriel did not think they'd keep otherwise and we did not wish to have to defrost them,” Cicero said hesitantly. Eola moaned at the sight.
“Redguard, you got me Redguard, didn't you?” she breathed and Cicero nodded. Eola didn't say anything more, just tearing into the food, sighing happily as she swallowed, and really no woman had any right making noises like that, not when lonely Cicero was there, right there, watching, getting harder and harder as he watched her devour what he'd brought her, oh Sithis, had she no shame? Well of course not, he knew that, had known that from the moment she'd smirked at him and called him Cutie ap Cutieson. Finally, she finished, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and licking her fingers, looking much more like her old self.
“Is that better?” Cicero asked, trying to sound caring and doing his best to ignore the erection in his loincloth and the screaming urge to leap on her. Eola nodded, eyes meeting his, and she still looked hungry for flesh but not in quite the same way.
“Much better,” she purred, and that was her, that was the scheming little hussy he remembered. Sithis, this erection of his was actually starting to hurt. She smiled up at him and shifted closer, lifting the covers.
“Join me if you want. I could do with the company.”
Cicero heard a little keening sound coming from his throat, his cock throbbing with need, and he could take it no more. Pouncing, he leapt on top of her, pinning her down and kissing her. She gasped in surprise, but judging from the way she was spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around him, it wasn't an unwelcome surprise.
“Sithis, I missed you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Likewise,” Eola gasped. “Gods, Cicero, you have no idea. Only... you know I'm on, don't you? Do you really want to...?”