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I WROTE THIS AT 2AM I AM SO SORRY WORLD

Characters: Female Dragonborn, Onmund, Mirabelle Ervine, Ancano
Genre: Hardcore Porn!
Relationships: Ancano/Mirabelle
Warnings: Size Kink, Unrealistic Sex, Voyeurism
Summary: The Dragonborn and Onmund attempt to prank Ancano only to witness a rendevous between him and the master wizard, Mirabelle.

Tags: char:F!DB, char:onmund, char:mirabelle_ervine, char:ancano, kink:size, kink:voyeurism, relationship:het

Notes: Yeah, I made a crack pairing for this and I doubt in game canon Mirabelle would touch Ancano with a ten-foot pole but at the same time, Altmer cocks. The. Sizes. ...Or so I tell myself.

"Come on!" she encouraged him, sneaking past Enthir’s room and quietly looking down the opening in the second floor to the hall below, trying hard not to laugh as she did. There seemed to still be no one inside the Hall of Attainment still and she giggled, standing at the top of the stairs encouraging Onmund to follow. He sighed and begrudgingly came up behind her, holding the Alto wine bottles in his hands.

"Alla, we shouldn't," he protested. "If Ancano comes back..."

"Oh come on, Onmund! Everyone here hates him!" she said with a giggle, holding up the bottles of mead she had grabbed. "A little framing never hurt anyone!"

He scowled. "Framing others hurts people all the time!"

She paused. "Yeah but this is Ancano, a Thalmor agent! Come off it!" she snuck down the stairs towards his room, trying to be quiet as she did but the bottles clinking against each other combined with her own muffled chuckling over the thoughts of his face when he saw his bed made it impossible. She heard Onmund hiss at her so be quiet and she bit her tongue. Slowly they entered the Thalmor Agent’s dark little room – or old storage unit to be more precise – and she started placing the bottles on his bed in a particular manner. Onmund merely sat all the Alto Wine on a hay bale and she scowled at him.

“No! Make it look like he stole them!” she snapped. “Like this!” She proceeded to hide some under his bed, slipping them just out of view behind a few barrels and inside his chest. Onmund sighed and attempted but he made no effort to disguise what they did. She ended up brushing him off, placing the bottles strategically herself and she had to cover her mouth as more bubbles of laughter came up.

Onmund scowled at her. “This is stupid!”

“Oh, be quiet!” she cut back. “Honestly, for a Nord you really have no sense of adventure!”

“Y-Yes I do!” he protested and she turned, ready to fight him on the matter when the sounds of the door to the hall being opened distracted them. They panicked, rushing out of Ancano’s room and Alla immediately crouched, sneaking alongside the focus point of energy in the middle of the room, Onmund right behind her.

In strode Ancano, rubbing his temples as he did and Alla immediately covered her mouth, watching. She felt Onmund push her and they circled the focus point as Ancano did and when they were near the entry, she grabbed Onmund and pulled him into her room, both sticking to the sides of the stone wall. She had minimal view of his room making her mutter and try to see better but Onmund held her back.

“We’re going to get caught!” he said in a desperate voice and she furrowed her brows at him, pushing him away from her. She heard a loud sigh come from Ancano’s room and she strained to see him. The Thalmor was pulling a wine bottle out from underneath his bed and she almost let out a laugh right there, his face priceless as he looked at it with a hidden fury as if he knew someone was pranking him.

She had to bury herself against Onmund to keep from laughing out loud and she heard the sound of bottles being tossed, angry muttering coming from the Thalmor. She peeked, seeing him knocking the bottles away from under his bed and the door to the hall opened making her and Onmund pause. The sounds of it shutting came and soft footfall on the stones; Alla held her breath, watching for who came in and she noticed that Ancano did too. He came out to stand at the entry to his room, waiting and the Master Wizard Mirabelle strode by, aiming for Ancano. Alla looked to Onmund almost gleefully but he in turn didn't look too pleased and she ended up scowling, ignoring him.

Mirabelle came to stop in front of the Thalmor, her small frame dwarfed by him and Alla found herself watching, biting her lip. Mirabelle disliked Ancano more than anyone and if she saw the extra bottles... It was like a perfect scenario; she waited with baited breath. The two of them merely stared at each other.

Alla watched from her hiding place, completely entranced. Why weren’t they doing anything?

"Were you followed in?" he asked and she shook her head, pulling out a potion and handing it to him.

"No, but this needs to be quick. I cannot be away from my duties for long and you know that," she said and he said nothing as he pulled the cork off. Alla frowned, trying to see but Mirabelle was blocking what they were doing. She found herself straining, curious and she finally decided to move to the entry way – a better position – to watch, sneaking skillfully around the corner to the dark archway and ignoring the tugging on her robes as she did.

She got into position, able to see clearly now straight to his room and the two seemed distracted with each other to notice she had snuck out. A moment later, Onmund came crouching out and Alla felt her heart stop. She shook her head, making the motion he should stay but he briskly crawled to her, his eyes wide and his stress showing. He pulled her into the corner, making the motion that he was going to kill her and she hit him for almost giving them up.

A shifting made them freeze and they waited, not daring to breath. No one came forward or shouted their names and after a second she heard a strained breath. She tried to peek, Onmund preventing her for a second before a pinch to his side stopped him. She peered around the corner and felt her breath hitch as she stared to where the master wizard and Thalmor agent had been.

Mirabelle was on her knees in front of him, both standing in the dark of his room but she could make them out. Her head was moving against his lower torso and Alla flushed; she didn’t need a Masters degree to figure out what they were doing.

She heard Onmund above her let out a shocked cry and she turned, ready to kick him when she saw his face. He was staring at them, horrified. She in turn lowered her fist and touched his arm making him jerk. He went back to hiding, mortified and she pursed her lips, finding herself still watching. How was this happening?

Out of everyone at the college, Mirabelle was the one who was most hostile to Ancano. She had heard them having barbed words more than a few times while she made her way around the college so to see her before her knees obviously sucking him off didn’t make sense. It couldn’t just be an act, Mirabelle would never betray the College.

Alla found herself more distressed and she heard a moan escape the Thalmor agent making her shudder. That was something she never wanted to hear.

“A-Alla,” Onmund whispered from near her and she looked to him. He pointed at the door, indicating they should leave and she shook her head. They would hear them. That damned door had a squeak that could alert the Jarl of Markarth and she wasn’t in the mood to get caught by either of them.

He looked at her distressed and before she could come up with a plan, Ancano let out a moan. “Good girl,” he said and Mirabelle let out a gasp making both the students shudder. Onmund covered his ears and Alla moved to standing beside him trying not to wretch.

“Ancano,” Mirabelle said in a breathless voice. “I don’t have all day.”

“Yes, yes, fine,” he replied and Alla was almost ready to leave, not wanting to know how much further this would go when the master wizard let out a small cry. It sounded like she was… enjoying it. She had to see, moving to look around the corner and she stared as Mirabelle grabbed her robes, holding them around her chest while Ancano reached between her legs. He was pouring something from the potion bottle Mirabelle had given him earlier onto his hands and she couldn’t tear her eyes away as his gloved fingers went inside the Breton.

Mirabelle whimpered and he stood up, towering over her and Alla felt her cheeks become red. She could hear his fingers sliding deep into her from the entry, the slick noises mixing with Mirabelle’s pants and after a second he drew away. He turned the Breton around, grabbing her hips as he did and she was shocked to see how aroused Mirabelle looked. The Breton was panting, licking her lips and bending slightly to spread her legs and the damned Thalmor seemed to be enjoying it.

“Don’t,” Alla found herself whispered. “Don’t, Ancano, don’t.”

“Ancano,” Mirabelle said almost as a response. “Please. Just do it.”

The Thalmor agent leaned down, kissing the top of her head before he spread her thighs and thrust in with a single stroke. Alla covered her mouth to stop herself from shouting and Mirabelle let out a scream, her back arching to the point where it seemed like it would break. She let out a moan that sounded like it belonged to someone else, not their proper master wizard and Alla moved back into the shadows, feeling her heart racing.

She looked to Onmund who seemed catatonic. He was staring at the entry door, his pupils dilating and Mirabelle let out another cry making him close his eyes and cover his ears more. Alla felt her chest rising and falling and the two of them stood awkwardly in the entrance listening to their elder get fucked by the most hated man on campus.

Her moaning didn’t help. “Harder! Harder!” she shouted at him and Alla found her gaze moving, staring at the two of them from her half-hidden position. She was bent over his bed now, her forehead pressed against it as her legs spread wide for him and Alla watched in morbid fascination.

Ancano was huge. She couldn’t even believe he could fit into the Breton’s body but after watching him she realized he wasn’t going in fully. She felt her own sex pulse, throbbing at watching the lewd scene and she licked her lips, moving until she was against the stone wall, closer but still hidden to see. Onmund stirred next to her but she ignored him. She needed to see this, to understand further why Mirabelle was letting Ancano do such a thing.

She suspected his cock was most of the reason.

“A-Ancano!” she panted and he grabbed her by the waist, pushing her onto the bed into a dog-style position. She rode him, more than happy to as her expression showed and Alla bit her lip as she watched. There was no bit of kindness in his actions yet Mirabelle was loving it. It made her ache.

She felt Onmund against her, now looking too and they watched as Mirabelle slowly lost her ability to remain on all fours, her arms buckling until Ancano shifted her and they were on their side. Onmund covered his mouth, his eyes still trained on them and Alla pulled at his sleeve as she watched.

"O-Oh my... Akatosh above, look!" she hissed and he shook his head, his hand clasped tight over his mouth now but still watching as if he was unable to look away. "Oh gods! I can see him fucking her! Look!"

The master wizard let out a strangled cry, her robes riding up around her bust and Ancano gripped her hips hard, thrusting at an angle where there was a bulge in her lower body. Mirabelle's eyes widened and she let out a cry, bucking back. He angrily kissed her neck, his tongue flat against her jaw and she reached down to hold her leg up, evidentially exciting him more. Alla watched in fascination as the bulge would disappear as he drew back but when he drove forward, it was if it was going to open her up.

She let out a cry. "A-Ancano! A-Ah! Ancano, yes! More!"

He shoved two fingers in her mouth, silencing her screams but her moans could still be heard escaping from her throat, the bed scraping against the floor. His other hand reached down to grab her leg, holding it for her and she twisted in her spot, trying to keep herself at the angle as he fucked her but her grip was loosening.

The sounds of it could be heard across the room and Alla felt her own body start throbbing hard. Watching the horrible Altmer and the Master Wizard, how Mirabelle thrust back against him, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull, her panting and sucking on his fingers echoing in the hall… She reached down and pressed a hand against her abdomen and she felt Onmund stir from beside her. He had finally stopped watching, back in the shadows against the stone wall and his eyes were set forward but his mouth was still covered, a bulge in his robes.

Alla pursed her lips but went back to watching. Ancano roughly pressed the little Breton down on his bed, his strokes long and hard and she could almost swear she felt them inside herself, his movements that powerful. He began to hiss and Mirabelle struggled from below but her spreading legs and moans indicated she was in no pain. He thrust in once, held himself while digging into her hips, then rapidly pounded her to the point where she screamed before he pulled away, sticky white come spilling from her thighs. Alla felt herself pant.

Mirabelle let out a loud groan, her hair sticking to her face as she pressed her cheek against the blankets on his bed. He said nothing, only watching her before he slid off and tucked himself back in. He straightened his robes, slicked back his hair and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Mirabelle only shuddered and rolled slightly, come still leaking from her body.

"A... Ancano," she breathed out and he grabbed her robes, pulling them down before he collected her in his arms. He strode out into the hall, looking around and Alla pulled back, flattening herself against Onmund who looked distressed. She hissed at him and put a finger to her lips, ignoring his erection against her leg. She listened as Ancano moved against the stone, his footsteps hitting the stairs and they became distant as he carried Mirabelle up them, possibly to her own room.

Alla took the opportunity to leave her spot, rushing to her room to grab a drink of water and she froze when she heard the footsteps coming back. She prayed for Onmund, remained hidden herself but Ancano merely strode past, not looking into the rooms and after a minute the door to the Hall was opened and shut loudly. She rushed back to where the Nord Mage had been and found him curled in the dark corner, his entire face a deep shade of crimson and his body bent, hiding his erection.

She said nothing, awkwardly patting his shoulder before she left, not wishing to discuss what they had seen. The moans kept echoing in her head, of Ancano's cock being pushed against the Breton's stomach and she rushed out of the college grounds, running down to the crumbling city of Winterhold to the Frozen Hearth. She ignored the greetings, the look from Haran as she passed by him to the cellar and she found Enthir, Orthorn and Nelacar down in it, a pair of dice on the table and some cards. She ran to Nelacar, forcing herself into his lap making him stiffen.

"Alla!" he spat. "W-What is the meaning of this!? This... This improper-"

"Fuck me," she breathed out and he stopped talking, looking to her in shock. "Fuck me, Nelacar, by the gods, fuck me. Fuck me with your damned Altmer cock."

Enthir dropped his cards. "Ho, ho, ho. I like where this is going!" Orthorn merely flushed from his seat.

Nelacar continued to gape at her. "W-What? What do you mean?!"

She grabbed him from under his robes and he jerked a bit, not expecting her to do such a thing. "A bulge," she babbled. "Fuck me so I feel it in my stomach. I know how big you are and I know you can do it. So please, fuck me. Fuck me! Until you can see it when you're fucking me!" she begged. "Own me. Use me. Do it until I cannot get up. Stain me with your Altmer come, Nelacar!"

He said nothing and looked to his friends. Enthir gave him a thumbs up and Orthorn shook his head. She forced him to look back at her, grinding her hips against him making him hiss. "Nelacar!"

"A-Alright, just... calm down," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I'll... do whatever you want."

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I lost it with the Ancano/Mirabelle, they're my secret otp since I found this kink meme and learned their fascination with the Altmer/Breton ship, because they're there every fucking day on the college together, why couldn't anybody write fic for them! but you did, and now I love you!

Damn, that was hot as well as hilarious.

I'd kill 5 people and punch 3 just to see how Ancano and Mirabelle started this and decided on casual sex. I need more fic of my College OTP.

That was fucking brilliant. Please, please, please write a sequel with Nelacar and Alla. <3 I beg you, wonderful anon!

Oh God the ending! I'm howling with laughter. Prompt was perfectly executed, and beautifully written. I really, really hope you write a follow up with poor Nelacar getting completely ravished.

Nelacar getting completely ravished? SECONDED!

YES PLEASE I NEED THIS

I hope you're happy, now I want to fill all the vague prompts of this meme with Ancano/Mirabelle. You broke me.

I've read this fill some 5 times already. It makes me wanna write all sort of fic for Mirabelle and Ancano.

Lorenerd//humans and elves of the Elder Scrolls universe can mate and bear fertile offspring.

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