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Requesting Sequel

[(Anonymous)]

Please, Serano!anon. I beg you.

Http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1639.html?thread=3488871#t3488871

I just... I'm not even into slash and I love this. (Or at least, I WASN'T into slash until I read this...Or beast. You made me aware of kinks I didn't know I had.) and you said there would be more words if you found a prompt you like. And I'm hoping that a prompt dedicated to you will do the trick. I will take anything pre or post Needs, smut, fluff, angst, whatever your flavor.

Please?

Also, if above anon has done any more fills with SeranoxRomlyn, link me. Delicious doesn't like me

Re: Requesting Sequel

[(Anonymous)]

Serano!Anon here.

I really hadn't expected to get my very own personal prompt. Thank you OP, this does wonderful things for my ego.

I do want to write more with those two. I have a few vague ideas (and even a few fragments written), but it's not enough for a full story yet.

Is there anything in particular you would like to see? Are there any kinks you would like me to include, or do you have any squicks?

Work has been keeping me really busy lately, but I will try my best. Just give me some time...

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (1/?) (+ some tags)

[(Anonymous)]

Sequel to my fill "Needs": http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1639.html?thread=896103#t896103
Set a few weeks later, during/after the Civil War quest in which the Stromcloaks attack Whiterun. Obviously, my altmer!DB who is married to a dunmer fought for the Imperials.

tags: prompt:filled, es:skyrim, relationship:slash, race:Dunmer, race:Altmer, char:M!PC, char:romlyn_dreth, kink:angst

More tags later, when I have some more ready. This is going to be long...

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The few hours before the siege had been wonderful.

Serano had come by shortly before the battle started to “instruct” him how to behave during the siege: Stay inside the house, lock the door, hide, wait it out. No stormcloak soldier would be allowed to set foot into the city, so there would be no need for any more drastic measures. It was nothing Romlyn wouldn’t have been able to come up with himself. It was apparent that Serano had only come by because he wanted to see Romlyn before going into battle.

“One good luck kiss”, Serano had demanded while they stood in the doorway, granting him one of his rare smiles. They didn’t kiss that often and they most certainly didn’t do it while they were standing; the height difference was making it awkward. Serano didn’t bend down, and so Romlyn had to wrap his arms around his back to support himself when he stood on tip toes and craned his neck to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his husband’s mouth. It wasn’t so much a good luck kiss than a come-back-soon-and-fuck-me-senseless kiss, but Serano approved, if the tongue in Romlyn’s mouth was anything to go by.

He hoped Serano would come to him immediately after the battle. Sex was incredible when the altmer was still high on adrenaline and blood lust, and the rough, feral rutting it led to did things to Romlyn he didn’t want to admit. He tried to get that point across by pushing his knee between the taller man’s legs and rubbing himself against the silky fabric of his robes. Beneath the garment he could feel the bulge of his lover’s cock. They hadn’t fucked in weeks and Romlyn was positively aching for his touch.

Serano had simply chuckled and extricated himself from Romlyn’s embrace. One last meeting of gazes, one last brush of a golden skinned hand against his cheek and his husband was gone. Romlyn watched him go until he had disappeared through the gates. Off to decide a war that had nothing to do with either of them.

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„If you are looking for someone to blame, blame me. I should have noticed it sooner. During the battle he was always in front of me. We were all looking at his back the whole time. When the jarl delivered his speech he stood right next to me. But I didn’t see anything.”

Liar. Half-witted, ignorant liar. He is covered in blood, his body is crushed. And you come here, introducing yourself as his friend, while claiming that you didn’t see that he was dying?

“There was no warning. He just collapsed all of a sudden. One second he was standing in our midst, with this arrogant grin on his face, and then suddenly he was on the ground, and his limbs were shaking really weird. I didn’t react fast enough. I just stared. Maybe if we had gotten to Danica sooner it wouldn’t have turned out like this.”

It was a miracle he managed to hold himself upright that long. His robes were shredded when you brought him in. Lydia had to hold his stomach so that he didn’t spill his guts on the floor.

OP is still here

[(Anonymous)]

Waiting. Watching.

Judging.

Well, not the last one, but she is giving Serano anon a look much like what you would find a dog giving its master while holding its food bowl in its mouth.

#iwillgodownwiththisship

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (19/?) (+ more tags)

[(Anonymous)]

tags: kink:dom_sub, kink:anal, kink:size, kink:dirty_talk, kink:rough_sex

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The next few days were an utter disaster.

No catastrophes happened: No random dragon attack and no rumors about bandits terrorizing the farms on the outskirts of town disturbed the peace; no couriers came with urgent letters demanding Serano’s presence elsewhere and not a single guard remembered that the altmer was still wanted for theft and appeared on their doorstep to arrest him. This was probably the longest he had ever gone without killing anything since coming to Skyrim.

Serano kept his promise not to leave Whiterun and helped Romlyn around the house. He did everything that was asked of him, without any complaints, even though it was obvious that he didn’t have much experience in tending to potential customers. The two of them didn’t have a single fight.

Most of the time it was just them, enchanting cheap iron daggers for Romlyn to sell, or wasting their time with ardent but ultimately fruitless attempts of teaching Romlyn some magic. It was everything Romlyn had been hoping for.


Except that Serano hated every second of his enforced stay.


The altmer considered most of the menial tasks Romlyn presented him with to be beneath him; after just one day he looked offended whenever Romlyn asked for his help with something. At first he was merely bored out of his mind, but soon he became restless and his mood worsened rapidly.

Whenever Romlyn tried to talk to him his responses were monosyllabic and scathing; but that didn’t happen often after Serano started immersing himself in his alchemy experiments for the bigger part of the day and demanding absolute silence when he worked.

He didn’t touch Romlyn at night, despite what he had said immediately after their fight.

Romlyn couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong.
Serano was supposed to enjoy this small break from the endless fighting; so why didn’t he?

The only thing that helped him tolerate Serano’s sour mood was the knowledge that Serano treated him better than the other citizens. The altmer avoided them as much as he could, which was no small feat considering that Romlyn had to keep the shop going, which relied on people coming into their house to inspect his wares. Most times his husband just glared at potential customers from the corner of the room but on the rare occasions he actually interacted with them his sales strategy basically consisted of intimidating them into leaving their cottage as fast as possible. Their customers sensed his disdain and kept their distance, never approaching him of their own.

It was needless to say that Romlyn didn’t make much profit during that week.

Serano didn’t say anything, but it was obvious that he missed the fighting. It hadn’t been his choice to become a mercenary but now that he had adapted out of sheer necessity he was good at what he did; there was no such necessity to adapt to the life of a merchant.

After all the altmer knew he would be able to leave after a few days; then he wouldn’t be forced to interact with customers ever again. Living in this city and selling cheap weaponry was merely a temporary inconvenience to him.

Or maybe he had just forgotten what it was like to make a living of normal, honest work that didn’t involve death and destruction. Romlyn had no way of knowing.

He tried his best to make Serano enjoy his stay, but there were limits to what he could do. To find out how he could make life more agreeable to him Romlyn frequently asked him how he used to spend his days on Alinor before he had come to Skyrim.

But whenever he broached that particular topic the altmer clammed up completely. He had hoped he might be able to give him some semblance of his old life back, but that was impossible if he didn’t know just what Serano’s old life had been like. Neither could he give him a new one in this country if Serano made no effort to fit in.

He had been so certain that the altmer would open up to him if they just spent some time together.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (20/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Romlyn had hoped he could grant his husband a well-deserved holiday, just a few days to relax and take a break from all the fighting; but the altmer didn’t see it that way. To him their house, their town felt like a prison, one he couldn’t escape from because he had given Romlyn his promise, just like he couldn’t escape from Skyrim before his mission was complete. This was not his home and it would never be. Of course the altmer wouldn’t be happy to stay in this house longer than absolutely necessary.

It should have been obvious.

There was nothing for the altmer here. It was that simple.

In some way Romlyn had achieved his goal: He had managed to keep his husband safe for a little while; he shouldn’t have hoped for anything more.

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On the fifth morning after their fight Romlyn woke up because he was cold. The last few days he had shared his bed with his husband, and consequently had usually been able to snuggle up to a firm, muscled body to keep himself warm when Serano hadn’t pushed him away. Now that heat source was gone; he looked up to find the other side of their shared bed empty.

Panicking he sat up just to see his lover kneeling in front of his weapon chest next to their bed, sorting through two-handed swords and battle axes. Serano wore his ebony armor: A bulky, impractical lump of steel that was still covered in the dried blood of its previous owner. A black helmet lay on the floor next to his feet, the only part of the set Serano hadn’t put on yet.

Romlyn called out to him, but his lover didn’t look up.

I’m leaving”, he declared. As if Romlyn hadn’t been able to draw that conclusion by himself.

Serano’s wounds were fully healed, as the altmer had insisted on pointing out at every opportunity, and just the other day he had stocked up on health potions in Arcadia’s shop. The black armor would not have been Romlyn’s first choice, but it was still a huge improvement to his enchanted Thalmor robes. His husband was as ready as he was going to get to go out into the world and get his head chopped off.

Romlyn had no valid excuse to keep him here any longer.

The time for playing house was over. He would have to let Serano go.

And hope that his lover would actually return here evetually. After all this little experiment hadn’t exactly worked out in Romlyn’s favor. On the rare occasions Serano had stayed at the house for more than a few hours in between his travels he might have started to grow bored of their peaceful little city; but this time he had spent enough time here to actually hate the place.

Romlyn didn’t want him to leave with that impression.

“Before you go… There is something I wanted to give you.”

While Serano kept rummaging through the chest containing his various enchanted weapons, Romlyn leaned back on their bed and pulled his tunic over his head.

It was cold and his body reacted accordingly; his nipples grew hard. Good.

“And what would that be?”, Serano asked. He lifted his head for a second to watch the proceedings, and his voice was calm and devoid of any hint of interest; still, he hadn’t outright ignored Romlyn, which was a good sign considering how he had treated him during the last few days
.
“Watch and you will find out”, Romlyn teased.

He threw his tunic unceremoniously onto the floor and hurried to get out of his other clothes as well.

The offer of sex was his most reliable method of ensuring his lover’s stay. Granted, the altmer hadn’t shown any interest in him during the last few days, but that was just all the more reason to keep trying. They had spent weeks together in this house and apart from some kissing and groping on the floor immediately after their fight Serano hadn’t touched him at all. Romlyn was getting desperate.

As soon as he was completely naked he turned over onto his stomach. The rough furs on their bed tickled his chest and made him shiver.

“Oh, I get it. Sex. You’re not very creative.”

The altmer snorted. He glanced up from his weapon chest from time to time but pretended to be immersed in his task.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (21/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Romlyn crawled over to their nightstand and searched for something to use as lubricant.

After a few seconds he retrieved an unlabeled potion bottle that was most likely the result of one of Serano’s countless alchemy experiments. For a while he had been wary of these unmarked flasks that Serano stored in nearly every cupboard, chest or drawer inside their house and that came in all shapes and sizes and with varying contents. But then he had learned that the ones his lover kept this close to their bed were being brought there for a very specific reason; the altmer wouldn’t do so if they weren’t perfectly safe to use. His plan had been to sprawl on the bed and prepare himself while hoping Serano would watch, but now he decided on something a little different.

I’ll show you creative.

He hoped he had figured out what his husband liked by now. Still he couldn’t be sure how Serano would react to what he had in mind.

He got down on the floor and crawled over to his husband on his hands and knees. The feeling of the wooden floor boards on his naked skin was enough to send a shiver through his body; he remembered the last time he had been in this position, when the altmer had been draped over his back and had forced his thighs apart; the thought would have been arousing under normal circumstances, but right now it was just another frustrating reminder that his lover hadn’t touched him in what felt like ages.

As soon as he got close enough Serano reached out for him to splay his hand on his chest, effectively keeping him at arm’s length.

He didn’t even need to look up.

“I’ve wasted enough time here as it is. Go fuck yourself on one of my weapons if you need it that bad.”

After being married to this mer for months those words did nothing to discourage Romlyn; he could still get fucked if he played this right.

He just chuckled. “Would you like that? Would you want to see that?”

He pulled back just far enough to turn his head and nuzzle the gauntlet near his face. He pretended to hesitate a little before his tongue shot out to lick tentatively at his lover’s armored fingers. There was the lingering taste of old blood as well as something else he couldn’t quite place; but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. With a sigh he closed his eyes and began using his tongue to coat his lover’s fingers in saliva.

Serano swallowed hard.

“…Don’t leave just yet… I’ll make it worth your while…” Romlyn purred suggestively around his hand.

He focused his attention on two fingers and closed his lips tight around them, using just his lips and his tongue to draw them deeper into his mouth. Moaning he twirled his tongue around the digits and made sure to spread his legs wide enough for Serano to see that he was growing hard.
The small wet sounds he made seemed to make Serano… uncomfortable.

“You’re eager today”, Serano huffed, and Romlyn looked up to see a wry smile on his lover’s face.

He shouldn't be surprised that he was eager.

Serano hadn’t touched him in weeks, which wasn’t that unusual considering his lover’s recent travels. The only difference this time was that they had actually been sleeping in the same bed this whole time. Every day he had wondered what Serano would do to him that night, just to watch his lover fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Based on previous experiences Serano would not return within the next two weeks if Romlyn let him leave now, which meant that this was his last chance for sex for the foreseeable future. The altmer should be glad Romlyn hadn’t started humping his leg yet.

Yet being the operative word there.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (22/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Suddenly Serano stood up straight, seemingly tired of his little show. Romlyn seized the opportunity and huddled closer, careful not to let the fingers slip out of his mouth. Moaning shamelessly he pressed the length of his body against his husband’s right leg. The black metal was cold on his skin, almost unbearably so. Carefully he kept his most sensitive parts out of the way, just pressing his bare chest, arms and legs against the armor.

His husband didn’t seem too impressed by his performance and merely stared at him.

“Is that all you’ve got? You’re a lot more into it when you suck my dick.”

Immediately Romlyn remembered the other times he had been on his knees for his lover.

Serano’s idea of oral sex basically consisted of gripping Romlyn’s head with both hands and fucking his face as fast as he could. The altmer would force Romlyn to fuck himself on his own fingers in time with his own rough, hard thrusts until he came down his throat.

Suddenly he craved that rough treatment, the feeling of a cock rapidly hardening between his lips, that blissful moment when the pain and the fear of actually choking on his lover’s cock turned into sweet, sick pleasure; when his brain stopped fussing over the necessity of breathing or the concept of personal dignity; when every conscious thought was just about licking and sucking and swallowing the hot flesh in his mouth.

Heat coiled low in his stomach just from thinking about it.

Determined he took Serano’s hand in both of his to hold it steady. He looked up to seek his lover’s gaze; when he was met with nothing but a patronizing smirk for his efforts he made up his mind. Slowly he started bobbing up and down on his hand, each time taking the two fingers a little further down his throat. At the same time he reached around himself to rub his own quivering hole; but he didn’t dare push the dry digits past his entrance just yet. He whined helplessly around the hand when all its owner did was just stand there and watch him.

“Yes, that’s it. That’s perfect. Such a good little bitch… I’ve been with whores that haven’t been this shameless.”

Romlyn nearly choked at those words.

Of course he was worse than any other cheap slut by now.

The altmer had trained him thoroughly after all.

Which was why he was currently snuggling up to another man’s leg and moaning wantonly around the fingers in his mouth as if he hadn’t been fucked in years. Serano hadn’t even done anything yet and Romlyn was panting for it already; licking and sucking and whimpering desperately because he didn’t dare do anything more without his lover’s explicit permission.

He was half-hard already and had no idea what to do about it. He had learned that he was not allowed to touch himself until Serano told him to, and outright humping the spiked boots in front of him didn’t strike him as a particularly healthy idea.

Serano’s other hand went into Romlyn’s hair, forcing his head back until Romlyn yelped in pain. Then his touch grew gentler, tucking loose strands of hair behind his ears and stroking his head. Romlyn leaned into his touch without thinking and decided to interpret this unusual show of affection as a silent demand to intensify his efforts. He whined low, took his husband’s fingers even deeper down his throat and forced himself to hold them there.

“It’s nice to see that you’re enjoying yourself, but you do realize that I can’t feel a damn thing through all this metal?”

Hesitantly he let go of Serano’s hand to reach for his cuirass instead. Trying to get him out of it proved to be a greater challenge than he had anticipated. He didn’t know how to get it off, couldn’t even see any buckles or clasps or anything like it that had to be undone. After a few seconds of awkward fumbling Serano’s patience ran out; the hand in his hair tightened and yanked him away from his armor. Immediately Romlyn tried reaching for Serano again but the altmer just strode past him and picked up the potion bottle he had left near the bed.

“Enough of that. Just hurry and prepare yourself for me.”

Eagerly Romlyn nodded his consent and grasped the offered flask. This was familiar territory again; he got down on all fours in front of his lover, offering his backside to him.

He would get fucked today.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (23/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“Bend over. I can’t see anything like this.”

Romlyn uncorked the flask and poured the slightly viscous liquid over his fingers. For a second he hesitated; then he shifted a little and raised his ass as high as he could.

Instantly he started spreading the cold slick over his whole rear, hoping the wet flesh would glisten in the early morning light.

He was rudely interrupted when a gauntleted hand landed on his back and started tracing the outline of his shoulder blades. A strangled gasp was all he managed as he arched into the cold touch.

Finally he had his lover’s hands on his naked body. The fingers moved to his neck before they followed his spine, slipping lower and lower at a tantalizing slow pace. When they reached his hips Romlyn shivered in anticipation; but right before touching him anywhere sensitive the fingers stopped their descent and travelled upwards again.

“Don’t mind me. Just keep going.”

The altmer started circling him slowly, never once removing his hand from his back, applying just enough pressure to let Romlyn know that he wasn’t allowed to get up from that position. He felt trapped beneath his lover’s metal claws, not unlike a small animal that had gotten caught by a bigger carnivore, which had decided to play with its prey before devouring it.

Shaking he poured some more of the flask’s contents over his fingers and reached around himself again. Carefully he circled his hole with his fingers, thoroughly coating it in the cold liquid. He took a deep, shuddering breath as he forced his first finger into himself. Instantly his muscles clamped down on the digit in a subconscious physical reaction to reject the intruding flesh; even though they had been married for quite some time Romlyn didn’t get fucked regularly, so his body had not grown accustomed to it yet.

He whimpered a little; he was so sick of his own fingers.

Still he did as he was told and pushed his trembling finger in and out of his hole, moaning softly as he did so. It was probably just his imagination but he liked to think that he heard Serano’s breath hitch at the sight. Hoping to give his lover a better view he bent over a little further and parted his legs some more.

His own touch reminded him how different it would be if it was his lover’s hand spreading him and opening him up. Serano didn’t go slow, didn’t like wasting time preparing his lover; he only did so reluctantly. Usually he would simply push three spit-slicked fingers into him at once, twisting and scissoring them for a few seconds until he decided Romlyn had to be ready for him.

This slow, careful probing was just… wrong.

He had barely finished that thought as Serano’s hand on his back moved upward to grip his hair and yank him forward. Stumbling he tried to brace himself on the one hand he had left to support himself; still he would have crashed face first into the wooden floor had his lover’s other hand not grabbed him in time. Slowly Serano pressed his face to the ground, more careful this time.

“Lick my boots, you little slut.” Serano’s voice sounded hoarse as he barked the command.

A spiked boot came into view and nudged Romlyn’s cheek. Desperate to please he tried to obey immediately. But as he craned his neck the foot retreated, just barely out of his reach, and Serano laughed at the sight of Romlyn awkwardly extending his tongue as far as he could in the hopes of reaching him. Slowly Serano’s foot moved back near his mouth and Romlyn moaned in gratitude when he could drag his tongue along the black metal.

Offering himself like this with his ass in the air and his face at his lover’s feet made him squirm. It had been a while since he had last felt this vulnerable, even though submitting to his cruel battle mage always filled him with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He didn’t know what to expect, whether Serano was going to caress or hurt him next.

Coupled with the knowledge that there was nothing he could do about it either way sent a thrill through his system that left him shaking. He didn’t even care if the altmer’s touch would bring pain rather than pleasure; he just needed to be touched right now.

He needed to be fucked.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (24/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“Please… Serano, please, I need…”

“Ssshh. I know what you need. That’s exactly why this is so much fun.”

He groaned in frustration and opened his mouth to beg some more just to have a gauntleted hand shove his face against the black boot again.

Whining he continued twirling his tongue around the metal while his lover held his head in place. Serano’s grip on his hair was tight; Romlyn couldn’t even move his head let alone look up to gauge his lover’s expression without hurting himself.

However, he was free to use his own fingers on himself.

Tired of going slow he forced three fingers into his body at once. He winced and had to grit his teeth but didn’t stop; impatiently he started scissoring his fingers and tried to stretch himself for his lover as fast as he could. It burned in such a wonderful way that it was almost frightening.

“Please. Tell me what I’m supposed to do. Just tell me how you want me.”His words were interrupted by short wheezing breaths whenever he found a good angle to push his fingers deeper inside. By now his cock was hard and leaking, just from his own touches and the knowledge that his lover’s eyes tracked every small movement of his fingers. He wanted to touch his cock, he was aching, but Serano hadn’t given him permission yet; Romlyn tried to look as inviting as possible and whined low when his lover didn’t do anything.

“Just fuck me already! I can’t- I need the real thing.”

Romlyn tried to compensate the lack of stimulation by stretching his hole, imagining his lover’s thick cock inside him. He didn’t bother searching for the right angle that would make the digits brush against that sweet spot inside him that would make this feel even better; it was enough to simply have something inside him, be filled by something again. He was fucking himself in earnest on his fingers now, but it was not enough, not nearly enough, not when he knew that his lover was just as hard as him. Or so he hoped.

“What did you say? I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that.” Romlyn could practically hear the smug grin on his lover’s face. “But it looks like you’re enjoying yourself even without me doing anything. Maybe I should just leave you to it and head on to Solitude, hmm?”

Oh gods, please don’t.

“Don’t you want me anymore? Don’t you want to be balls-deep inside me?”, Romlyn groaned impatiently.

“Maybe. Eventually. But first I’m going to drive you utterly mad with want. I don’t want you begging, I want you sobbing for my dick, and I’m afraid you’re not quite there yet. Now what should we do about that?”

Romlyn bit his lip so hard that he tasted blood.

He was in no mood for Serano’s games today. They were always hard on him; but now that he was stretched and slicked and so ready to be fucked the prospect of even more teasing was mortifying. It had been far too long.

“And if I told you I was thinking about trying something special today?”, he wondered out loud.

That particular phrase earned him his lover’s undivided attention.

The first time Serano had wanted to do “something special” he had dragged Romlyn all the way to Dawnstar because apparently this was where he owned his personal underground torture chamber. Romlyn had always known that he himself had a somewhat masochistic streak, and that night he had found out that the two of them complemented each other perfectly in that respect. Another time he had learned that while his husband was skilled with Destruction and Restoration magic he excelled in Illusion spells: A wicked combination of Hysteria, Frenzy and Fury spells had turned him into a quivering mess of need and every little touch Serano granted him into a revelation. On another occasion Serano had tried to achieve the same effect by drugging him up with skooma, which had been another mind-blowing experience even though Romlyn’s memories of that peculiar incident were somewhat hazy.

This was the first time Romlyn tried to initiate anything like that.

“What did you have in mind?”, Serano growled.

“I remember, you know”, he whispered. “That one night your inner wolf fucked my brains out.”

This time he was certainly not imagining his lover’s breathing turning irregular; Serano was panting somewhere above him, panting for him.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (25/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Of course Romlyn hadn’t been able to forget that night: The memory was burned into his skull, every time he closed his eyes he saw that ridiculously huge cock. He even dreamed about it from to time: Good dreams that left him hard and aching as well as horrible nightmares that made him whimper and sob in his sleep and caused Lydia to barge into his bedroom and shake him awake.

Romlyn grinned. “You want to do it like that again, don’t you? You want me down on my hands and knees so the wolf can fuck me until I scream my throat raw, right? Or do you want me to suck the beast off this time?”

“Shut up.” The altmer’s voice was strangely husky.

That was not a reaction he had been expecting. He wasn’t sure what to make of it and feared his suggestion hadn’t been to Serano’s liking.

The altmer stepped back from Romlyn to move behind him. Suddenly his legs were being pulled apart, and his ass was pulled back against a cold armored thigh. Romlyn laughed triumphantly when he felt metal-clad fingers massaging and kneading his cheeks.

“You aren’t serious”, Serano breathed against his back, biting him softly at the end of the sentence for emphasis.

The altmer’s hands were all over him all of a sudden, exploring his body, his arms, his chest, his stomach, but ignoring his lower regions for now.

Gauntleted fingertips caressed the sides of his body, stroked his muscles and made every thought that was about anything other than sex vanish from his mind. He gave a pleased moan but remained wary, uncertain what his lover had in mind and confused that it got him this worked up. He had hoped Serano would like his idea, but hadn’t expected this kind of enthusiasm.

“Of course I’m serious. I haven’t been able to think about anything else –” Romlyn’s breath hitched a little when the hands found his nipples. Two fingers on each side pinched and rolled the little nubs hard enough to hurt. He flinched away from the touch and gave a wanton little cry when a tongue flicked along his spine.

Romlyn was afraid of the wolf. He had no way of knowing just how much control Serano had over the animal. There had been short moments when he had been certain that Serano knew what he was doing, that he was trying to be careful, but all that had disappeared as soon as the beast’s cock found his hole.
The dog had completely dominated him until he hadn’t been capable of rational thought anymore. The rutting had been fast, brutal and brainless, the animal eager for release. No matter how cruel and rough Serano tried to be when they usually had sex, he had never quite managed this when he wasn’t in beast form: The utter disrespect for Romlyn’s own needs, proving that Romlyn was nothing but a hot, willing hole to the dog. It had made Romlyn feel cheap, used even, and the ever-present fear that the wolf would probably bite his head off if his performance wasn’t to its liking hadn’t helped matters.

And gods, he had gotten off on that. He loved the way it made him feel like he was some bitch in heat that needed a cock inside him so bad he couldn’t help but spread his legs for the closest male creature. And that was exactly what he had done: He had begged and sobbed and lifted his ass as if he would die if he didn’t get that ridiculously huge cock inside him.

It was arousing to know that he could make Serano give in to his basest urges.

The way his lover had held and caressed him afterwards had made the whole incident even better.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about blood-stained claws and huge teeth that could rip him apart, and a monstrous cock that had nearly shredded his insides the last time they had done this.

“You fucking slut. Don’t tempt me like that.”

Serano cursed, and shoved Romlyn to the ground and over onto his back.

The altmer climbed over him and started stroking him again, much gentler than he had been earlier. Eventually the altmer twisted his head and lowered his mouth towards Romlyn’s chest. Romlyn hummed in pleasure as a tongue flicked over the sensitive flesh; it circled and rolled his right nipple before the altmer took it into his mouth and started sucking on it.

It was completely different from the rough pinches from before; it didn’t take much for Romlyn to melt beneath Serano’s mouth.

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[(Anonymous)]

“Hurry. Turn into a wolf. Just thinking about that huge cock makes me-”

He knew it would be painful. The last time they had done that he had been limping badly the following day, and he didn’t even want to know what the other citizens had been thinking the day after when they watched him cringe every time he moved.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt quite that much this time since Serano had given him enough time to properly prepare himself; but his body simply wasn’t made to be fucked by something that big.


In short Romlyn had no idea whether he wanted a repeat of that incident.


But Serano hadn’t been this enthusiastic about sex with him in quite some time.

“I told you to stop tempting me like that”, Serano groaned. Each word was accentuated by a teasing swipe of his tongue.

Romlyn couldn’t help but think about other parts of his body where he wanted to have that skillful mouth.

The man needed a shave: The sharp hairs of his three-week old beard rasped against his skin, a sharp contrast to the gentle but insistent suckling. The altmer made little wet sounds as he sucked that went straight into Romlyn’s cock.

His pride had taken a serious hit half a year ago when Serano had forced him to admit how much he loved being touched this way. But it had been so worth it; ever since then it had become an essential part of their foreplay.
With a moan Romlyn reached for the other nipple Serano kept ignoring and started stroking it.

“Every night you’re off adventuring I touch myself and think about you. Now take your armor off and fuck me right here, on the floor. I’ll even bark for you if you want me to. You know I’ll do whatever you want.”

Groaning Serano bit down on his nipple, not hard enough to draw blood but causing enough pain to make Romlyn twist away from his mouth. He was at the end of his tether.

“Shit, Serano! Fuck me, break me, ravish me, make me your bitch, rape me until I don’t remember what it’s like to not have a cock up my ass, cum deep inside me, I swear I don’t care, just do it already!”

And kiss me and hold me and tell me I’ve been a good boy afterwards.

“Alright, that’s it. I give in.”

Romlyn wanted to make a triumphant comment at that but his sentence turned into a surprised yelp as armored hands grasped his ankles and pulled his legs upwards. Romlyn shifted a little to get into a more comfortable position and Serano used that opportunity to move his hands to the back of Romlyn’s knees. Then he slowly forced his legs as far back as he could until Romlyn winced in pain, until they touched his chest. The altmer had nearly bent him in half.

“Can you handle that?”, Serano asked, but there was an edge to his voice that told Romlyn he didn’t have a choice in the matter anymore.

He hadn’t known that his body could bend like that.

He wasn’t sure it should.

It didn’t hurt as much as he had feared, but the slight tension in his muscles told him that he would feel this tomorrow.

“Good. Now hold yourself open for me.”

He couldn’t believe he had felt vulnerable in his earlier position, with his head on the ground and his ass in the air. Back then he had mostly just imagined his lover’s predatory gaze on his body, but now he actually saw Serano taking in the sight before him. Romlyn knew what he would see: Disheveled white hair clinging to his sweaty skin, taut spit-slicked nipples that rose and fell with each labored breath he sucked in, longs legs trembling from the strain of the position, his leaking rock-hard dick pointing straight at Serano’s face, which was still being deliberately ignored…

And of course his exposed hole, probably gaping and obscenely wet, just waiting to be filled by a long, hard cock.

With shaking fingers he replaced Serano’s hands at the back of his knees with this own.

They rarely did it face to face.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (27/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“Like… this?”, he asked, holding his legs out of the way to expose himself even more.

Without answering him the altmer forced his legs further back until Romlyn wailed in pain. Immediately an armored knee was shoved between his legs. He hadn’t minded having the cold metal touch his arms and chest, but against his hot, hard cock it was close to torture. Romlyn yelped at the unexpected stimulation and tried to crawl away, but black gauntlets were on his hips in an instant and kept him in place. The spiked parts of Serano’s armor came dangerously close to his crotch.

“You sobbed and cried as I fucked you that night, and now you want to do that again? You are just begging to get hurt.” Romlyn cried out when Serano ground his knee against his balls, strong enough to hurt even if the altmer hadn’t been wearing armor; he could feel tears gathering in his eyes.

At the same time he nearly sobbed in gratitude at finally being touched there.

It was too much, it felt so good but it hurt; his arms were flailing about uselessly until Serano grasped his wrists and forced him to hug his knees again. He trashed about helplessly, wailing and cursing and babbling incoherently when his husband just pressed down on him harder. Sometimes the cold armor came in contact with his ass, reminding him just would he had gotten himself into.
He threw his head back and clutched at his own legs, pushing back desperately against the wonderful friction.

He could probably come like this.

“I-yes, yes please, don’t- I need, I can’t, please, I just, let me, now I-Sera--nnnngh, feels so good but please, so good I need-like that, don’t, I can’t, I, please, what-“

He had no idea what he was even trying to say. He only knew that it was too good, but still not enough; he needed more, he wanted everything, he wanted this sweet torture to continue and at the same time he craved the real thing, he needed it inside him, deeper, all the way, right now.

His shameless cries made his lover groan.

“Shit. You’re gorgeous like that.”

Romlyn seriously doubted that.

He tried to scream or beg for Serano to stop or fuck him or just do something but he couldn’t even form words anymore, let alone coherent sentences; the only things he managed were strangled gasps and wheezes while he rutted shamelessly against Serano’s knee.

He saw that Serano started yanking at his cuirass, readjusting and loosening his armor, but he only realized what that meant when he felt Serano’s naked cock nudging his hip. Immediately Romlyn tried to align himself with it, which proved to be entirely impossibly in their position. He couldn’t move, could merely implore the altmer with pleading eyes and desperate little sounds to fuck him already.

His husband stared down at him with lust-blown pupils. He took his own cock in hand and stroked himself to full hardness. Romlyn could hear it, feel it, the hot flesh sliding along his hip, growing hard against him, leaving trails of precum on his skin, while Romlyn only whined hopelessly and clenched at nothing. He was so damn close.
The altmer didn’t warn him or gave any sort of implication of what he was about to do; suddenly he shifted until he was half-kneeling, half-lying on top of Romlyn and the weight of his armor threatened to crush Romlyn. It was hard to breathe beneath his weight; but what actually took his breath away was one gauntleted finger that ascertained the position of his hole before the altmer impaled him on his cock in one swift motion.

Romlyn gave a high-pitched sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob; his whole body stiffened as Serano entered him.
It hurt; his lover hadn’t turned into a werewolf but he was still bigger than any other man Romlyn had had before him. He would have been fine if the altmer had slowly eased himself in, or at least given him time to adjust, but that was not how it worked. The altmer took him hard and fast; each time he pulled out completely just to bury himself to the hilt again in one fluid motion, and each thrust made Romlyn mewl wantonly. He keened as he threw his head back and promptly hit it on the wooden floor.

After making do with his own fingers for so long the throbbing flesh inside him felt divine.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (28/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Gods, he had missed this. He wanted to meet Serano’s thrusts but couldn’t; he had no other option but to lie there and let Serano do whatever he wanted.

Metal pieces of his husband’s armor pressed against his crotch again; but Romlyn was too far gone to note any pain there. By now he welcomed the rough friction that turned his high-pitched mewls into desperate sobs and made him arch his back with every thrust.

It didn’t take long until the altmer found the right angle to hit that spot inside him that could make him squeal like a woman. And Romlyn did squeal, clenching hard around Serano, reveling in the labored groans he elicited from his lover in return.

His husband started pounding him even harder, until the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were all Romlyn could hear.

“S-shit, you’re tight.”

Romlyn’s brain didn’t even register the words his husband groaned near his ear. It did, however, register the warm tongue teasing the shell of his ear with short, irregular swipes.

It was perfect. The combination of a hot tongue twirling his ear, the cold armor crushing his own cock beneath it and the rough, jerking thrusts of the cock inside him pushed him over the edge.

He couldn’t last long.

He came with a shout all over Serano’s armor, coating it with his seed and probably earning himself a stern scolding when his lover found even a speck of rust on it later.

His head lolled to the side, but he wasn’t allowed to rest just yet since his husband wasn’t finished with him. His hands slipped powerlessly from the back of his knees and his legs started to drop, but Serano kept going. The altmer kept fucking him until his rhythm turned irregular and his thrusts shallower, and Romlyn kept mewling shamelessly even though the stimulation was more than just bordering on painful by now. Still he shivered in pleasure when his lover emptied himself inside him, filling him with his seed and making him forget for a few blissful seconds that this man would leave him alone for the foreseeable future.

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They stayed unmoving like that for a few moments, the spent flesh still buried deep inside him, until Serano had regained his breath.

When he finally decided to roll off of Romlyn and relieve him of the uncomfortable position he had lost nearly all feeling in his legs.

His back hurt.

His head hurt.

His arms hurt.

Even his damn ear hurt where Serano had bitten him when he had reached his climax.

The knowledge that Serano’s seed was running down his legs made him feel filthy.

He highly doubted that he would able to stand up anytime soon.

So there was absolutely no justification for the stupid grin on his face.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed sprawled out on the floor and enjoyed the afterglow like that while Serano cleaned himself up, straightened his armor and gathered his provisions. Lying on the hard floor was uncomfortable, but he just couldn’t find it in him to move.

He had just had sex on the floor. Next time he would have to remember to lead his lover towards their bed before he tried to seduce him.

“Are you going to stay down there the whole day?”, his husband asked in annoyance when he was forced to step around Romlyn again.

Instead of offering a response he voiced the question that had been on his mind for quite some time.

“Why didn’t you turn into a werewolf? I told you, I’ll do anything you ask. I wouldn't have minded.”

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (29/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“Well, I mind”, the altmer said in a voice that implied he considered Romlyn mentally challenged for even asking something like that. Romlyn looked up and followed Serano with his eyes as he filled his satchel with various potion flasks. He got ready to leave as if nothing had happened.

“I’m sorry. I thought you liked that, I thought-“

“I do. You can’t even begin to imagine what that’s like.” Serano put his helmet on as he spoke. As a result his words were slightly muffled and Romlyn couldn’t be entirely sure he had heard him correctly. The altmer was facing away from him, straightening the animal hides on their bed.

“Then why-“

“You cried afterwards. I’ve never seen you like that before. I promised I wouldn’t do that to you ever again, so I would really appreciate it if you didn’t test my self-restraint like that.”

Romlyn smiled. He hadn’t thought of that promise in quite some time, but now that Serano had reminded him of it he also remembered the altmer’s assertion that he would never hurt him a few days ago.

It was strange. He lay naked on the floor, his lover had just fucked him harder and treated him even worse than he normally did, and his legs were killing him; but he really was convinced that his husband cared about him and his wellbeing.

He flinched when Serano threw something in his direction.

“If you’re going to stay down there you should at least cover yourself. Wouldn’t want to give Lydia any ideas when she walks in.”

The altmer had flung the Nord equivalent of bed sheets - a few battered animal hides from their bed that had seen better days – at him. For a while he watched as Romlyn shifted and tried to get more comfortable on the floor, before walking over and tucking him in.

“There. How’s that?” Romlyn sought his lover’s gaze, or tried to, at least; even from up close he couldn’t even see the light reflected in his pupils inside the helmet. The rough fur prickled on his naked skin and he was far from confortable. Still it made him smile.

“I love you”, Romlyn told him.

Serano just snorted in response. For a second the altmer looked down on him as if he was about to say something; but the moment passed.

Without another word he gathered his provisions and walked towards the door.

“Take care”, Romlyn called after him, but his lover was already gone.

He heard the creaking of stairs, the front door opening and closing, and then nothing.

Laughing he nestled closer into the familiar warmth.

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Romlyn knew that something was wrong when he heard a tentative knock on the front door one evening a few days later. The citizens of Whiterun never knocked on his door, since Nords didn’t seem to possess any sense of privacy and simply walked into his house whenever they felt like it; so this had to be a stranger, a traveler maybe. He hadn’t seen many travelers ever since the Civil War started. The only ones he had seen lately were mercenaries, bandits, murderers and Thalmor agents; and one ever-scowling altmer with a somewhat questionable moral compass who was likely to help or kill you depending on his mood.

None of those people would knock either, but still, one could never be too careful.

“Lydia.”

He called for the housecarl just in case, who appeared on the top of the stairs immediately. She didn’t follow his orders like she did Serano’s, but he knew he could count on her to protect him if it came down to that. He waited until she had walked over to him and drawn her weapon.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (30/?)

[(Anonymous)]

With his husband’s housecarl by his side he opened the door slowly to reveal a short, blond little girl. She didn’t exactly look like a vicious mercenary with her cheap red dress and the battered old satchel on her back that was nearly as big as herself. She kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other nervously and looked up at them, or rather at Lydia’s sword with big, wide eyes. She was thin, but appeared to be well fed; or at least she seemed to be getting more regular meals than the little girl loitering around the market.

Romlyn concluded that she was probably not a Thalmor spy, either.

He felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but couldn’t really place her.

He was certain she was none of the girls living in Whiterun, which was disconcerting; she couldn’t be older than ten, certainly far too young to be travelling on her own. A homeless girl probably, going from house to house and begging for a few septims so she could buy some food.

Eventually she found her words.

“Umm…”, she began. “My name is Runa. Runa Fair-Shield. Is this Serano’s house?”

He narrowed his eyes at her slightly, uncertain why she even knew that. He had never seen Serano give money to beggars, even if they were children; so it was unlikely she had heard about his generosity and had therefore chosen him as a target. And he couldn’t think of anything else a girl her age could want from the altmer.

Romlyn sighed and knelt down so their heads were at the same height.

“It is, but he is not here right now. I am sorry.”

It occurred to him that he should probably introduce himself as well. As an afterthought he added: “My name is Romlyn. I am his spouse. What do you want from him?”

Her gaze shifted from Lydia – who had sheathed her sword again after deciding that the girl was no threat – to him and her eyes lit up. Up until now she had looked uncomfortable, maybe even a little scared of them, but that seemed to have all but disappeared after Romlyn’s words.

Now she smiled openly at them.

“Oh! He hasn’t mentioned that he’s married!”

Of course not, Romlyn thought to himself with a groan. Why would he?

He sighed and decided to get this over with as fast as possible. He checked his pockets for some money until he retrieved four septims.

“Look,… Runa, right? Runa. I don’t know what you have heard about Serano but he can’t help you. Take this, buy yourself something to eat and get out of here, alright?”

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[(Anonymous)]

He had already started closing the door when she made a soft pitiful sound as he pressed the coins into her hands, a choked little “Aah-” that made him regret opening it in the first place. He felt sorry for the girl, sorry for all children orphaned by the war, but if he started going around and handing every single one of them money he wouldn’t have any for himself; there were just too many of them. Besides, he doubted Serano would approve if he simply gave the money away he had earned by selling the daggers the altmer had spent hours to forge and enchant.

“No, you don’t understand”, she said and returned the money, albeit somewhat reluctantly. “You see, I’m your daughter.”

The declaration came out of nowhere and startled him, but he regained his composure eventually.

“No, you aren’t.”

He was fairly sure of that.

Besides, that was a cheap trick to use.

“Am too!”, she insisted and puffed out her chest as she said so, suddenly determined. “Serano came to the orphanage and adopted me! He’s my papa now! He told Constance I should come here to live with him! And since you’re married to him I’m your daughter as well. Unless you were lying. You weren’t lying back then, were you?”

Romlyn blinked.

Repeatedly.

His mind had gone completely blank.

It took some time for him to make sense of what she was trying to say.

The girl couldn’t be telling the truth.

Serano had told him in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want to have children, not right now, not ever. He hadn’t even been gone that long; it her story was true she couldn’t possibly be here this soon, unless Serano had gone straight to Riften to get her, and she had headed here immediately afterwards. Why did she even come on her own? Shouldn’t someone have accompanied her? He knew that the orphanage was short on staff, especially after the old woman’s death, but surely they hadn’t sent this girl all the way here on her own?

Still, he found the girl’s confidence pretty convincing. She held herself proud and glared defiantly at him, practically daring him to try and send her away, utterly certain that she was in the right. She had referred to Serano as her papa as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

After a long and stressful journey she had come to an unfamiliar town and should have realized by now that the people who were supposed to take her in hadn’t even known she was coming. That whole situation should be getting to her; but she was not afraid. Her strength of mind was intriguing, and maybe something that would have made Serano take an interest in her.

When their hands had touched earlier when he handed the money over he had felt the faintest spark of magic in her, a hint of potential that rarely manifested this early.
She was pretty, and would eventually grow up into a beautiful woman.

She was the kind of girl Serano would probably choose as his daughter.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (32/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“Did you come here on your own?”

Runa shook her head. “Constance paid for a carriage for me, since she couldn’t leave the other children all alone. It’s still waiting outside the town with the rest of my luggage.”

That explained some of the things that had been bothering him, though not all of them. The biggest problem remained, namely that Serano had showed no sign of being interested in adoption.

“Can I come in now? It’s cold.”

Romlyn contemplated his options.

He could take her in, despite his better judgment. If her story turned out to be a lie, which was the most probable outcome, he would have wasted his time and money on some cunning little trickster that would have cheated him at the very least. Maybe she would even steal something. Or try to slit his throat while he slept.

Or he could send her away, though that would probably not go down well. The girl was convinced she belonged here, and wouldn’t budge easily, but he could probably instruct Lydia to force her to leave. That seemed to be the safest bet, since that scenario didn’t involve any immediate repercussions to him.

And yet.

And yet there was this small chance that she was telling the truth.

Romlyn didn’t really know the girl, but he liked what he had seen so far.

She hadn’t appeared to mind having two fathers of a different race. She seemed like a nice girl, even though she had turned defiant when he had insinuated that she was lying; but he couldn’t really hold that against her.
Most likely it wouldn’t take long for him to accept her as his daughter.

He tried to imagine her, himself and Serano living together.

He glanced over to Lydia, but she just wore her typical stoic and expressionless face. The housecarl would not help him come to a decision.

He took a deep breath and made up his mind.

“…Alright. Come in and warm yourself at the fire, …Runa.”

Squealing the girl leapt at him and wrapped her little arms around his neck. He hadn’t seen that reaction coming but still smiled awkwardly as she hugged him.

He really hoped this wasn’t some elaborate trick and Serano wouldn’t rip his head off when he found out that Romlyn had taken a stray girl in during his absence.


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A!Anon's note: Sorry I kept you waiting for so long. I hope the long update makes up for that.
Next update should be the last, dealing with the how's and why's and the what-the-hells.

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[(Anonymous)]

A!Anon says: I'll just admit it, I'm not satisfied with this. I'm going to revise and edit this before I'll post it anywhere else, but I wanted to keep my promise and finish this. The revised version on AO3 will be better, whenever I get done with it.

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Serano stared at his tankard of mead with barely concealed disgust.

He had never developed a taste for this particular infamous Nord beverage; they didn't sell it in Summerset, so he hadn't been prepared for its foul taste - and smell - when he had first bought it in one of Skyrim's taverns. Black-Briar Mead was somewhat tolerable, he supposed; the taste wasn't much different from the cheap stuff he was currently sipping at inside the Bannered Mare, but it made him get drunk faster, which was usually just what he needed after a few days of crawling through dark, spider-infested caves.

Unfortunately, there was only one person in all of Whiterun who sold Black-Briar Mead, and going to him wasn't really an option considering Serano had come to Bannered Mare specifically to avoid facing that man just yet.

He was avoiding Romlyn. Had been for weeks
.
There were so many things they needed to talk about; they would have to discuss the girl living with them and how they were going to raise her; whether the gold he had sent after he had remembered that Romlyn might not have been prepared for the addition to their household had been enough to clear her some space or whether they needed a bigger house because of that; Serano would have to tell him that he had gotten Jenassa killed, one of the few dunmer in Whiterun and the only one Romlyn had been on friendly terms with; and now there was that thing that had just happened at the market as well. He would have to go to him.

Besides, he actually wanted to see the mer one more time before he left to conquer Windhelm.

Just in case.

The blood on his bracers had mostly dried; no one would be able to discern that some of it was still fresh, or at least no one whose opinion mattered to him. Most of the people who had seen him enter the tavern hadn't glanced at him twice. They knew that he was an Imperial soldier now, and if they didn't the shining silver armor would give him away instantly. Surely they had heard that Riften had fallen, and that Windhelm was the last city that belonged to Ulfric. Everyone had to know that he came straight from a battle, so the blood on his armor was to be expected. No one would think twice about it.

The altmer concluded he looked presentable and not at all like he had just bashed some child's face in.

There was a chance he could successfully pretend that nothing had happened without his spouse ever finding out about it. But then again Romlyn might have heard the commotion he had caused at the market, or the little girl's cries, or the guards' shouts.
Or their daughter might have told him everything she had seen. Without even greeting him she had run away in the general direction of their house with tears in her eyes.

The other kids at the orphanage had warned him that she was a snitch; he should have listened to them.

Their daughter.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (34/?)

[(Anonymous)]

It still felt wrong to think about her that way; today had been the first day he had seen the blond girl outside the orphanage. There had been so much to think about during the last few weeks, so many things that had required his full concentration, all the battles and sieges and skirmishes, he had completely forgotten about the fact that he had adopted a child.

He hadn't wanted to visit her and Romlyn this time, hadn't even thought about them: The only reason he had returned to Whiterun at all was that he needed to stock up on supplies; a short detour to Belethor's shop should have taken care of that problem.

But when he had seen her playing near the market with Braith and Lars, shouting and giggling and chasing the other children across the plaza he had remembered, and he had felt a strange bout of possessiveness, an overwhelming sense of mine he had not been prepared for.

He had a daughter now: A smart, capable young Nord girl who fit into this town so naturally. Who looked like she belonged here, and had been smiling so brightly at her friends.

He had waved his hand at her in greeting, even though she hadn't looked his way and couldn't even see the gesture. He hadn't intended to drag her away from her new friends; but then things had escalated a little, the way they always did around the Dragonborn.

Serano sighed. He finally made up his mind and slid his tankard across the table back in Hulda's direction. He had wasted enough time here already; if he stayed any longer someone might walk up to him and try to strike up a conversation. Somewhat reluctantly he pushed his chair back and nodded at Uthgerd before he headed towards the door to return home.

The marketplace looked the same as it always did around this time of day: Most of Whiterun's citizens lurked around the stalls and tried to bargain with the various vendors, who in turn attempted to raise the price as much as possible without driving their potential customers away. Serano had never quite understood why everyone indulged in that particular folly. When Romlyn had suggested that he try and man his store for a few hours he had been honest and straight-forward: He had presented the items they sold and had stated their price, and if people considered them too expensive, well, then they didn't have to buy anything. He didn't bargain, he had no intention of playing their stupid games, and whenever they insisted on wasting his time he had shown them the door. Romlyn hadn't been too pleased.

He cast a glance at the little, barely noticeable blood stains on the ground in front of Carlotta's stall. One had to know that they were there, otherwise they were hardly noticeable. He wondered who had taken Braith home; someone would have had to, since she hadn't looked as if she had been in any condition to walk. Her parents hadn't been around as he far as he remembered...

Gods, it had been his first act as a parent and already he had managed to make two little girls cry, one of them being his own daughter.

When he opened his front door he was surprised to find the dunmer already waiting for him. He stood in front of the fireplace and greeted Serano happily, before his expression turned into a wary frown.

He had obviously gotten the letter and the money Serano had sent him a few days ago: Some of the furniture had been replaced, new books lined the shelves, and a lonely doll sat on the chair near the front door. A cursory glance revealed that a young girl lived here.

Runa told me what happened.”

Romlyn raised his hands as if he intended to cross his arms in front of his chest or assume some other confrontational posture, before he reconsidered and dropped them awkwardly again.

Serano didn't acknowledge that comment with a response. He didn't like being criticized. He remembered establishing this basic rule for their relationship as well.

"I would like to know why you charged at her friends and nearly killed Amrem's daughter."

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[(Anonymous)]

Serano hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.

Yes, he had attacked a little girl. Yes, he had seriously injured her. Yes, he had even broken Braith's arm. And he admitted that things might have ended badly if the guards hadn't intervened in time.

But there had been a valid and very important reason why he had to do all that.

Braith is not Runa’s friend. She was picking on her.”, Serano snorted.

He used to like Braith’s attitude, the way she forced other people to do whatever she wanted. This kind of lifestyle didn’t tend to get one a lot of friends – he should know – but for some reason he found it strangely endearing.

So some part of him had been glad to see that his adoptive daughter got along well with her when he had seen them playing together earlier. He had been less happy when Braith had wanted to play tag even though Runa didn’t want to; the damn Redguard girl had even shouted at his daughter. And then Braith had suddenly started calling Runa names, and when she had even made a move as if to pull Runa’s hair, Serano had discovered a protective streak in himself.

How could anyone expect him to just stand there and watch his little girl get hurt? Of course he had acted; he had crossed the street separating them, pulled Runa out of harm's way and then proceeded to knock Braith's teeth out.

He was convinced that had been a very fatherly thing to do.

"I taught her a lesson, that’s all”, he explained his actions.

"They are both nine years old, Serano, it was just a quarrel between children.”

The altmer just shrugged.

He rarely fought anything that couldn’t rip his head off with its bare hands, and he hadn’t even thought about trying to hold back. He hadn't drawn his weapon nor called on his magic, hadn't even worn heavy gauntlets; but that didn't stop the ensuing brawl from turning one-sided within seconds. Braith had fought back, or tried to, anyway; her determination had been admiring.

He had given her a good beating, probably broken her nose while he was at it, and for the first time he had the blood of a little girl on his hands. But Braith would be alright. Depending on Danica’s skills as a healer her face might not look as appealing as before, but otherwise there should be no lasting damage.

If the guards hadn’t interfered he would probably have done much worse. The men’s swords at his throat had only been lowered after he’d reminded them that he was the Jarl’s newest Thane. But because of that very real threat to his own wellbeing he had stopped his assault - that, and the fact that his daughter had started crying when he had crushed Braith’s arm had unnerved him somewhat.

He had never seen her this upset. Admittedly, he hadn't seen her that much at all yet and didn't know anything about her; but he couldn't get the sight of his trembling little girl out of his mind: The tears in her eyes, the way she had fisted her delicate hands into her dirty dress in front of her chest, that special trembling that told him that every nerve in her body screamed at her to run away even though she was too scared to move a muscle. That sight had been enough to quell his anger.

Runa had been terribly afraid, even though Serano had no idea why she would be. He had been there to protect her, after all.

"All that matters is that she won't mess with our girl again", Serano declared.

And there was no reason for Romlyn to look at him as if he had hit their own daughter instead of some evil bully.

"You don't get it, do you? Runa is scared of you, Serano, scared of her own father."

He had to laugh at that. Now that was just ridiculous.

"Runa isn't that skittish. She took it fairly well when I murdered the evil old hag at the orphanage, after all."

Romlyn begged to differ.

"She seriously thought you were going to kill her and friends. I think you ought to talk to her. She is in her room."

If it had been anyone else standing in front of him, Serano wouldn't even have bothered engaging in this conversation. But he had grown to like this man enough to indulge his strange whims from time to time.

"Just remind her that you care for her, that you would never hurt her. Promise her it won’t happen again.”

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (36/?)

[(Anonymous)]

There was that pleading note to Romlyn's voice.

"Please, just go in there for one minute. That's all I ask of you."

There was some part of Serano, some recently added part, the soul of another being that had intertwined its mind with his own, that relished those words. An ancient part that was powerful and proud in equal measure, almost righteous in its need to assert his dominance over all mortal beings, tainting his judgment and compelling him to prove his supremacy over anyone he met, including his spouse.

Especially his spouse; the dunmer should never be allowed to think they were equals.

The dragons' souls he had integrated into his own wanted to see this man cower before him.

Whenever Romlyn asked for something his shoulders dropped almost imperceptibly and he lowered his head a little, making himself appear even smaller than he already was. Not exactly groveling, but close to that. Coy. An animal shying away from the leader of its pack. The urge to submit, born out of fear coupled with the certain knowledge that he would be treated well as long as he behaved; fear that came with the compulsive need to please, that was part self-preservation and adoration.

Just seeing him that way made Serano want to fuck him.

That thought belonged to him; the dragons didn't care about his mortal body's sexual inclinations.

But it wasn't his alone.

The wolf's consciousness was different from the souls of the dragons he absorbed. Every dragon he slew changed him a little bit; they intensified or smothered his own emotions, depending on their nature, but all of those thoughts and emotions were still his own in essence. The dragons ceased to exist when he absorbed their souls and became a part of himself, merely reinforcing his nature that allowed him to call upon their powers in the first place. The wolf on the other hand existed as a separate entity inside him, with its own thoughts and opinions that clashed with his own. It was a voice in its head, even though it didn't have a voice.

At first Serano had been put off by the prospect of sharing his mind with another being, but soon he had learned to appreciate the many advantages that came with the small, insistent voice at the back of his mind. The wolf's perception was keener; it warned Serano of enemies the altmer would never have sensed, and had taught him how to hunt, how to escape potential pursuers, how to sneak up on unsuspecting prey, how to use Namira's gift to its fullest extent and devour his fallen foes, how to find a safe place to sleep in the wilderness.

He hadn't understood why most of the other Companions considered the wolf's blood a curse when it was this convenient even without transforming. He had started to wonder whether there was something they hadn't told him yet.

As it turned out they had told him; he had just failed to understand. The long, tiring speeches Kodlak used to deliver at least twice a week and in which the old warrior admonished them with vague, evasive metaphors to resist their beast's inner urges and not let themselves be corrupted had basically been about just one very important matter Serano hadn't managed to grasp. The message had actually been fairly simple:

Don't let your wolf fuck anybody. Ever. Don't ask why.

Now Serano knew why. Before the beast had lain with Romlyn the wolf had only thought about the hunt, and Serano's sleep had only been disturbed by a maddening bloodlust, by random images of terrified prey and thoughts of chasing and devouring and rendering flesh from bone. While that had proven to be a slight distraction, those thoughts had been fairly easy to control. He saw enough bloodshed during the day to quell the animal’s need for carnage, after all.

But now that the beast had rutted Romlyn once it had discovered new urges that occupied its mind, and consequently Serano's as well.

Ever since then the only thing the wolf thought about was how tight this man had been, how he smelled when he was aroused and the wonderful sounds he made when he had a cock inside of him. Every morning Serano woke up hard and aching, with no means of satisfying the beast’s hunger when he was away from his spouse.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (37/?)

[(Anonymous)]

The beast considered travelling across the country and trying to stop the impending end of the world a monumental waste of time when he had a bitch waiting for him back at Whiterun who would spread his legs for him.

Right now it wanted to drag Romlyn up to Jorrvaskr to claim him in front of his pack, so that everyone knew whom he belonged to. When he had entered his house and seen that Romlyn had the gall to wear clothes, the beast had been confused and irritated: Why wasn't he naked, why wasn't he on his hands and knees, why wasn't he wet and ready for him?

Why were they just standing there when they could be fucking? They should just send the puny, whiny human girl away and make lots of real puppies instead.

It was disturbing.

He had been glad when the beast had recognized Romlyn as its mate and not mere prey, since that had been the only reason the dunmer had survived his first encounter with the wolf. But now he just wanted this madness to stop.

They were jealous of each other, of the other being they shared their body with, didn't want the other to touch Romlyn. They both thought the dunmer could only belong to one of them.

Serano knew the very idea was ridiculous but he knew that the dunmer had enjoyed what the animal had done to him, at least to a certain extent; things the altmer couldn't do because they were physically impossible. The thought that Romlyn could be comparing his performance to that of the wolf was always present, and he didn't like it one bit.

He had considered it an insult when Romlyn had admitted that he wanted to be fucked by the animal; it made him feel inferior, and his dragon soul found it hard to cope with that feeling.

Besides, it was difficult enough to deny the animal even without Romlyn's additional encouragement. Serano had kept his distance, had tried to avoid the dunmer ever since so the wolf wouldn't get any ideas, but that hadn't helped much.

If he didn’t find a way to deal with this he would have to lift this curse altogether, even though the dragon despaired at the very thought of relinquishing such an incredible power.

He had far too many monsters living in his head by now.

Every day it got harder to hold onto what he thought was his original personality. He had always figured it would be the power-hungry dragons that would eventually make him snap, but as it stood the horny dog would be enough to push him over the edge.

Now he felt that familiar stirring again, just much more potent because the dunmer was right there in front of him and the beast smelled that Romlyn had missed him. There were just two thoughts in his head, the want and its denial, the just bend him over a table already and the don't give in, no matter what.

He couldn't have possibly said how long he just stood there, contemplating whether or not he should let a giant black dog rape his spouse, or how long he would have continued to stand there, unmoving, barely breathing, if no one had dragged him back from his own dark thoughts.

"You chose to adopt Runa, now you have to take care of her. Talk to your daughter."

Interesting. Apparently his little slut wasn't as submissive as he thought.

He shouldn't have given in to him after their recent fight; he had no intention of letting those little acts of defiance become a regular occurrence, since most of his mind disapproved of them.

The wolf was just irritated that Romlyn was still clothed; the dragon recognized his words as disobedience and wanted to crush the mortal that dared defy them.

Serano just grinned.

"Fine, I'll try. But I can't promise anything."

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (38/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Romlyn rewarded him with one of his rare, wry smiles and led him to the door to their small back room, which had apparently become their daughter's room. When he reached for the door handle he hesitated as if he was about to step into a bandits' hideout.

His girl sat on a rickety bed where his alchemy table used to stand (he would have to find out where the table had disappeared to - he hadn't seen it anywhere in the main room, either). She hugged her knees close to her chest and stared at the stain on the wall opposite of her. The sound of his heavy Imperial boots on the wooden floor caused her to look up.

He saw it clearly now, that fear in her eyes, the same one she had displayed when she had fled from him earlier. She wasn't crying anymore, but her pupils were still red-rimmed. The look she gave him was unnerving, and he was almost glad when she averted her gaze.

He didn't know how to start such a conversation, wasn't even sure what they should talk about.

"It's me. Calm down, will you?"

He closed the door behind him, but not without looking back at Romlyn one more time. Then he sighed, walked over to his daughter and took a seat at the opposite end of the bed. There was still plenty of space between them, but Runa made a show of retreating even further.

"...Did Braith hurt you?", he continued after a while

"No."

"Good."

"Yes."

Then they fell silent again.

Whatever did you do with children once you had adopted them? How did you talk to them?

His experiences with his own family didn't exactly help.

"Oh, that reminds me", he said for lack of a better idea. "I got you a present."

It was just something he had picked up during his journeys, but that much was true for all of his possessions. He retrieved the golden dagger he wore on his belt and handed it over. Runa reached for it hesitantly, watching the light catch on the blade.

"It's a dragon priest dagger", he explained. When the girl didn't say anything he continued: "Long ago, humans used to worship dragons as gods. The dragon priests used daggers like this one to disembowel women and children chosen as ritual sacrifices. I found this one on the living corpse of one of those priests in an old Nord barrow. They are extremely rare; no blacksmith I have ever met has been able to reproduce them."

The dagger itself was nothing special; there were more durable, more expensive ones out there, but it was the only item he carried that might interest a child. Besides, the thought that the daughter of the Dragonborn wielded a dragon priest dagger pleased him somehow.

"Those blades weren't created to be used in real combat, but if you wield it like this" - he demonstrated it with his own Blade of Sacrifice - "you can use the blade's unique shape to your advantage. If you're still worried about Braith I can teach you the best way to sever a person's tendons with this."

He waited for Runa's reaction. He was starting to suspect that she didn't like his generous present, until she finally spoke up.

"My other papa said he wouldn't give me a weapon before my fourteenth birthday."

Serano snorted at that ridiculous notion. "Romlyn said that? Don't worry, I'll talk to him about it."

Runa shook her head. "I meant my real papa."

That caught him off guard. He didn't know how that admission should make him feel.

"Do you miss your parents?"

It sounded like the most reasonable interpretation.

Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (39/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Runa didn't look at him, just at the dagger; her fingertips danced across the blade with a childlike fascination, as if trying to ascertain how much pressure she could apply on the sharp edge without injuring herself. He considered warning her that he had just recently sharpened it; but something stayed his hand.

Eventually Runa answered his question. "It's not that."

A short pause. She hesitated and bit her lower lip. Even when she continued she didn't look up at him.

"You're wearing the armor of the Imperial Legion... Is it true that you fought in the battle for Fort Greenwall to reclaim Riften?"

"That's right. The Stormcloak rebels didn't stand a chance", he said with a smile. He was actually proud of that feat and recognized an opportunity to impress his daughter.

"They thought they could hide behind their flimsy barricades and take my soldiers out with their arrows. A simple but effective strategy, if they hadn't been facing the Dragonborn. I called my pet dragon Durnehviir down on them to decimate their numbers while my men infiltrated the Fort. You really should have seen it."

Runa flinched when she finally managed to cut herself. With a soft gasp she dropped the dagger and inspected her finger. Sighing Serano reached out and took her hand in his, ignoring the girl's obvious discomfort.

Healing the wounds of a third party was a high-level skill that few people ever mastered; Serano himself still struggled to seal cuts, even small ones such as this one; but he was able to numb the pain without much effort. After casting his spell he was convinced that Runa shouldn't feel the injury anymore, even though a little blood continued to flow.

"Magic", he elaborated when he saw her confused expression. Smiling he wiped the blood away with his thumb before letting go of her wrist.

She started biting on her lower lip. There was something on her mind, and whatever it was, she obviously found it hard to talk about.

"Is it true that the Imperial Legion intends to destroy our culture and turn us all into slaves for the Thalmor?", Runa asked all of a sudden.

He frowned. He hadn't heard such outrageous propaganda since his last trip to Windhelm. Ulfric's commanding officer - some Nord trying to impersonate a bear judging by all the furs he wore and the way he barked orders at his me -, had used the very same words. It was the Stormcloak's flimsy excuse to start their little rebellion that would probably get them all killed before Alduin had a chance to eat them. He had never thought he would have to listen to this crap in his own home.

Runa continued. "Do you believe the Empire's lies that signing the White-Gold Concordat was the only way to stop the Thalmor?"

"What!?" It was a struggle not to shout at her, at this girl who kept spouting his enemies' propaganda. She couldn't know anything about politics, yet recited the Stormcloaks' phrases as if she believed them.

Serano sighed; eventually he settled for the honest answer instead of an insulting or reassuring one.

"I don't know. I don't care, either. I fight the Stormcloaks because I hate Ulfric's guts."