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During the Dark Brotherhood quest line, Gaius Maro becomes one of the targets that the DB needs to eliminate. Instead of melting his face or wielding a dagger, the DB decides that she'd like to seduce him before sending him to the void. After all, a handsome man with a voice to match is a terrible thing to waste.

But the thing is, how does one seduce a man ordered to stay away from others? Play the role of the tavern wench and tempt him with wine? Appear as the ingenue and give him the illusion of total control? Whatever scenario, the man will be in her bed before she completes the job.

Preferably a human or mer DB and not dub- or non-con. Gaius should be completely unaware that anything bad will happen to him before it's too late.

On it!

Title: The Soldier and the Magpie
Pairing: F!DB/Gaius Maro
Summary: He has his orders. She has her contract. Still, why does that mean she can't have some fun before he dies?
Helpful tags: relationship:het, char:F!PC, char:gaius_maro, kink:oral, race:Nord, race:Imperial

Gaius Maro was barely two hours out of Dragon Bridge on his way to Solitude when he saw the woman on the road. Bruised and bloody and barefoot, a blue dress hanging in tatters on her body, she stumbled up to him.

"Please," she cried, reaching her hands out.

As she grabbed for him, she lost her footing and fell, but he caught her as easily as a ragdoll.

"What happened?" he asked urgently.

"Stormcloaks," she whimpered, burying her face in his breastplate. "There's a camp, not far... I got lost, and they..." She choked out a sob. "Please, they took my money and my dagger. I have nothing."

Gaius frowned, thinking of his schedule. He was already late for Castle Dour, having taken so long to bid farewell to Faida, and the Emperor was more important than one woman's problems. Still, she was so small and fragile in his arms, and Solitude was not too far. He could see her safely to the city without much trouble. And he needn't tell her anything she didn't need to know.

"Those Stormcloaks are making it hard for anyone to travel safely in Skyrim these days," he said, sighing. "I'll take you to Solitude, make sure you get a meal and a bed for the night. You can speak to a guard in the morning, and they'll take care of the rest."

The woman threw her arms around his neck and laughed in relief. "Oh, thank you, sir!"

He unfastened his cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. "That should be a little warmer until you can get some new clothes. I'm told the Solitude tailors are very good at what they do."

"They are," she said, sniffling. "Though they're not very friendly."

"You've been to Solitude, then?" he asked as they began walking. She was unsteady on her feet, so he let her have his arm when she needed support.

She shrugged. "Only a couple of times. I love going to hear the bards."

Gaius nodded. "I don't know Skyrim well," he admitted, "but I'm told the Bards College is one of the finest institutions in the country."

"The finest," she said. "I'm Maggie, by the way."

"Gaius," he offered.

"What do you do, Gaius? You look like a soldier, but that's not Legion armor."

"I'm... I'd rather not talk about my work. What about you? What do you do?"

"Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I make potions, mostly. My mother was an alchemist. She could make a healing potion that would mend a broken bone overnight. And it tasted good, too. Moon sugar was her secret ingredient. In everything."

Gaius smiled. "That would do it. What were you doing on the road? It's not safe for a young woman to travel so late in the day."

"My da isn't feeling well. He lives in Markarth, and, now that ma died, I worry for him. When I heard he was ill, I wanted to see him as soon as possible."

"I understand. My father is far from fragile, but he's a soldier, too. I worry about him all the time."

"I bet he worries about you, too," she said, squeezing his arm.

Gaius shrugged. "It's hard to tell, honestly. He's not the easiest man to get along with. I always feel like I've let him down somehow." He shook his head. "I don't know why I'm telling you this."

Maggie smiled. "Sometimes it's easier talking to a stranger."

"Maybe that's it."

"Why do you feel like you've let him down?"

"I don't know. He rose through the ranks really young. Growing up I always heard about his great deeds. That's why I joined the... That's why I joined. Only I'm not moving up as fast as he did. I think that disappoints him."

"Oh, I'm sure not," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Any father should be proud to have a son who wants to follow in his footsteps. I know enough men who want to be anything but their fathers, it's kind of nice to meet someone on the other side."

Gaius smiled. "That's very kind of you."

The silence stretched between them as the sun hung lower and lower in the sky.

"Are you married?" Maggie asked suddenly.

"Um... no, but there's a girl in Dragon Bridge..."

"Is it serious?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. I care about her, certainly, but it... it's hard for a soldier."

"All that traveling, I can imagine. Well, I hope it works out for you. You're awfully kind, you should have nice girl."

"And you? I assume you're not married, if you're traveling alone."

Maggie laughed. "No, I'm not married. Never was the type. I get too restless."

"So, no young man, then, either."

She shook her head and smiled shyly. "It's a shame you're taken."

"Oh?"

She giggled. "Well, you're handsome, and you're sweet, and you stopped to help me even though you clearly have more important things to do. And you've let me talk your ear off for over an hour. In my book that makes you a keeper."

Gaius couldn't fight his spine straightening out of ego. The young woman was very pretty, with her flaming red hair billowing in the breeze and her bright blue eyes, even through the bruises and cuts on her face, and he found it suddenly difficult to ignore her breast brushing against his arm as they walked.

He also felt a little ashamed of his attraction to her. Soldiers had just done Divines know what to her, and here he was, wondering how it would feel to run his thumb along her bottom lip. And then, of course, there was Faida to think of.

"What's wrong, Gaius? You look troubled."

He forced a smile. "Just thinking about my orders," he lied.

"Oh." She sounded disappointed, and he felt bad.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. You just said something very sweet and I-"

"No, it's alright, Gaius. I shouldn't have said anything. It was very forward of me."

"No, it wasn't. It was kind, and I... Thank you. It was nice to hear."

Before too long they had passed through the city gates and went into the Winking Skeever, where Gaius gave some gold to the innkeeper for a room. As he pulled out a few more coins, Maggie touched his arm.

"I know you've got your orders, and you're probably sick of talking to me, but, at the risk of sounding forward again-"

"I told you, you weren't being forward."

"Well. I just wondered... would you have dinner with me tonight? I'd like not to be alone just yet."

Gaius ground his teeth, thinking. As he opened his mouth to speak, she shook her head.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Don't worry about me."

"No," he said quickly. "I just have to check in at the castle, but then I'll be back."

"No, it's okay. You're busy. I'll be fine."

"Nonsense," he said firmly. "Make sure your room is to your liking, and I'll be back to eat with you once I've checked in and you've had a chance to wash up. I'll make sure to bring you a change of clothes."

"Don't worry about the clothes," she said, drawing his cloak tighter around her body. "I'm sure I can find something. You're sure you can spare the time?"

He smiled. "I'll make sure I can. Just worry about yourself."

Maggie smiled back. "Alright, then. Thank you, Gaius," she said and turned to follow the innkeeper up to her room.

When the innkeeper had left, closing the door behind him, Falda let the soldier's cloak fall from her shoulders as she assessed her appearance in the mirror.

Babette had done an impressive job with the concoction that turned her naturally brown hair into a mane of fiery red. She didn't even look like herself, which is what they had been going for. Falda rather liked it.

She gently touched her split lip and winced. Her cuts and bruises had been won honestly by walking into a bandit camp close to Meridia's Shrine. She hadn't put up much of a fight at first so the blood would be fresh enough to sell her story, but as it became probable that they would rape her, she had produced her ebony daggers and shredded them to ribbons.

As she peeled off what remained of her dress, Falda's thoughts turned to the young Penitus Oculatus agent.

She almost felt bad for the man. He was only following orders, scoping out the cities in Skyrim to keep the Emperor safe from any breaches in security. Still, Astrid had given her a contract, and she intended to complete it, bonus and all.

That didn't mean she couldn't have some fun while she was at it. Her mark was ruggedly handsome, with a voice that made her insides curl deliciously, and the thought of bringing him to the height of pleasure before she sent him to Sithis made her giddy.

She had hoped for more of a challenge, though. He was weak like most honorable men, so rigid they were bound to snap. Shed a few tears, call them your hero - done. They were so easy, it almost wasn't any fun. Almost.

Falda combined ice and fire spells into a bowl to make water so she wouldn't need anyone to fetch it for her. She dipped her hair into the bowl and wrung it out before washing the blood thoroughly from her skin. Afterward she rifled through the room's drawers and turned up a simple blue dress similar to the one the bandits had ruined, as well as a pair of soft leather shoes and a handful of gold.

She snuck into the hallway to retrieve the steel dagger she had hidden beneath a floorboard on her way to Dragon Bridge. Her ebony blades, along with her other belongings, were tucked safely in a mountain crevice near the bandit's camp. She would have to wait to get them after her contract was done.

She hid the steel dagger under the bed, twisted her hair into a loose braid, and headed back downstairs.

Passerby enjoyed reading much and can't wait for more. Please A!A continue this awesome story!

Maggie is playing up the sweet girl really well here and I love the conflict that's going through Gaius's head when it comes to his attraction to her. I can't wait to see what happens next!

Falda ordered a drink from the barmaid and chose a long table with a bench in the corner, listening to the bard and thinking through all of her options for dinner conversation with the soldier. When she had heard as much of "Age of Aggression" as she could stomach, she finally spied her victim at the front of the inn, scanning the crowd for her face, and waved at him.

"I'm glad you found clothes to fit you," he said, and she could tell he was trying his damnedest not to let his eyes linger on the swell of her breasts above her neckline.

"These places always have something hiding in their cupboards," she replied easily as he took a seat on the bench beside her. "They won't miss the dress for an evening." She took a sip of mead. "Did you get checked in at the castle okay?"

He nodded and signaled to the barmaid. "I'll have whatever she's drinking. Do you need a refill?"

Falda smiled. "Please."

Gaius gave the girl a few coins. "We'd also like supper, if it's not too much trouble."

The barmaid flashed her widest smile. Most folks in the Winking Skeever didn't come for the food, Falda suspected. "We've got fresh horker stew and bread from today's market."

Already stale, Falda thought.

"And we might have some salmon steaks, if we haven't run out."

"The stew will be fine," Gaius replied, dropping more money into her hand. As the barmaid shuffled away he turned back to Falda.

"Thank you for supper," she said before he could speak. "You're sure I'm not keeping you?"

"You're not. My evenings are free to do with as I like. I'll work tomorrow."

She smiled into her mug. We'll see about that.

As the barmaid brought Gaius his mead and Falda's refill, Falda put her elbow on the table, propping her head up on the heel of her hand. "So, Gaius, where are you from originally?"

"Cyrodiil. The Imperial City. I've only been in Skyrim for a few months, mostly in Dragon Bridge."

"Dragon Bridge isn't terribly exciting, from what I hear. Though rumor has it you've been having trouble with a cave up in that area. Strange lights at odd hours and whatnot."

He shrugged. "Probably just some mages practicing their craft. Never was one for magic, myself. I prefer a sword in my hand."

"And I prefer potions."

"What about you, Maggie? Where are you from originally?"

"Windhelm," she answered as the barmaid returned with a bowl of stew for each of them.

"A Nord from Windhelm and you're not following Ulfric in his little rebellion?"

She smiled. "Ulfric wasn't around much when I was growing up. He was off fighting the Thalmor, and then he was off fighting the Forsworn, and then I'd left by the time he took his father's place as jarl." She shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, I don't dispute his views on the Dominion and Talos. I just don't agree with him about the Empire." She gestured to her split lip. "And now, of course, I have even less reason to sympathize with the Stormcloaks."

Gaius tentatively put his hand over hers on the table. "I'm sorry about what happened to you."

"I'll be alright," she replied, smiling. "I'm just glad I ran into you." She feigned shyness and went back to her stew.

They chatted amicably for a while, and Falda was grateful she hadn't spent enough time in Solitude to be recognized on sight. Which was, of course, why she had chosen to ambush him here.

When their bowls had been emptied and cleared away, they shared another drink. Falda was far from a lightweight after spending months drinking with the Companions of Jorrvaskr, but she played tipsy well, giggling more than might otherwise be appropriate and letting her hands move carelessly. She could tell he liked her touching him, so she began running her fingers along the back of his hand as they spoke.

They were good hands, she noticed. Larger than her own, with blunt fingernails and callouses you only got from hard work. Shame to let those hands go to waste.

As the din of the tavern died down, she knew the man was gearing up to leave.

"I need to get back to the barracks," he said, sighing. "There's a lot of work to do in the morning. Is there anything else I can get for you? Food? Money? I'll have some guards sent out to check on that camp."

"I'd just like to get my mind off of it," she said, covering his hand with her own. "I think I'd like a nice boy" - she leaned in to his body and whispered in his ear - "to fuck me three ways from Sundas."

Gaius pulled away just enough to meet her eyes. There was enough puzzlement in his gaze that Falda thought she might have played her hand too quickly, but behind his surprise was something darker, a hunger that told her she had won.

"That might have been too forward," he said slowly, but the thickness in his voice betrayed his words.

"Is that a no?" she asked teasingly as she slid a hand over his thigh, and she could feel his cock hardening through his breeches.

Gaius swallowed hard and drank deeply from the last of his mead before he leaned over to her, his breath hot in her ear. "Where is your room?"

Mmmpf! Yes. Just yes.

I feel super bad for Gaius, but, hey, at least his last moments will be awesome, right?

Her proposition had taken him by surprise, but he didn't think too hard on it. He wanted her, and she wanted to thank her rescuer. Who was he to argue?

She took his hand at the top of the stairs and pulled him into her room, kicking off her boots as she closed the door and pressing her mouth to his.

He was afraid he would cause her pain by kissing her too hard, but she didn't seem to mind as she crushed her lips against his, their tongues battling for space while her hands moved to help him remove his armor.

She broke their kiss to unlace her bodice while he took his boots off and let his breastplate fall to the floor with a clank that made him chuckle nervously. She grinned wickedly at him as her dress slipped from her shoulders to pool at her feet.

She reached from him, but he could see all of her bruises in the candlelight and it made him hesitant.

"You're sure I won't hurt you?" he asked as she pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it aside.

Maggie didn't answer right away. Instead she took one of his hands and placed it on her left breast. Her flesh was pale and smooth under his palm, the nipple already standing at attention as he circled it with his thumb.

"I'm sure," she murmured, bringing her mouth to his, her tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

As they stumbled to the bed, he unlaced his breeches and pulled them off, pressing his skin against hers.

She kissed his neck, nipping gently at his collarbone as her hand wrapped around his cock and he groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Her mouth traveled down his breastbone and then across his abdomen, her hand stroking his member, her eyes darkly amused as she watched his face across the length of his torso.

Her mouth was small, her breath warm, as she took the throbbing head between her lips, and he twisted his fingers in her hair. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive skin of his cock while her hand gently cupped his balls. She ran her tongue along the underside of his member, and a shudder of pleasure ran through his body.

When she took the whole length of him in her mouth, pressing her lips firmly around the base of his shaft as she bobbed her head, he was gone.

His body tensed as his climax rushed him, and he came with a cry, his cock twitching as he spent himself on her tongue.

She held him in her mouth until he was soft and then she moved to lie beside him, her fingers absently dancing along his chest.

He kissed her shoulder, and she offered him a self-satisfied smile.

Gaius swallowed hard. "That was... I've never known a girl who swallowed," he said, half-embarrassed.

"I claim what's mine," she replied, smirking.

The simple statement sent a thrill through his body. "Give me a moment to recover, and I'll return the favor," he said with a shaky laugh.

She smiled brightly and put her lips to his palm. "Take your time," she said softly. "We're in no hurry."

OP again, and this is just down right delicious. I can't wait to see just how Gaius returns the favor.

Gaius twirled a lock of Maggie's hair between his fingers. "Yours isn't a very Nord-sounding name," he murmured against her shoulder. "Is it short for something?"

She giggled. "It's kind of a nickname of a nickname. My ma used to call me Magpie. I used to steal flowers from her lab and put them in my hair. Or I'd smear torchbug thorax on my face and arms and go running through the fields near our house at night to see how long I'd glow. It drove her crazy. After she died, I started going by Maggie."

"So, what's your real name, then?"

She shook her head, smiling coyly. "I can't tell you all my secrets, now, can I?"

Gaius smiled back and let his hand ghost down her side. "I bet I can get you to tell me..." he teased, sliding his hand over her thigh, running his fingers gently through the mound of curls between her legs.

She bit her lip and shifted to allow him better access. "I bet you can't," she challenged, her blue eyes somehow dark and bright at the same time.

Gaius kissed her neck and he pushed a finger through her slick folds, eliciting a long, low moan from her throat. He worked his finger inside her while his tongue danced around a hard nipple and she panted, arching her back and bucking against his hand.

When her walls clenched around his finger and her breaths came shorter, he knew her climax was approaching, so he slowed the movement of his hand. Maggie whined in frustration.

"Tell me your real name," he crooned.

"No," she breathed, smiling defiantly.

He curled his finger inside her and brought his mouth to the small bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. His tongue circled the swollen nub until she was quivering and gripping the sheets.

"Tell me."

She threw her head back against the pillow and shook it violently. "Never."

"Don't you want to come, Maggie?"

She sat up, grinning, and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him onto his back as she straddled his waist.

"Oh, I intend to," she said, lowering herself onto his cock.

She placed a hand on either side of his head to steady herself, and he held her hips as she rocked against him. She moved slowly at first, but she quickly pick up her pace, slamming hard back onto him, her breasts bouncing beautifully just out of reach of his mouth.

As her breathing became erratic, Gaius flipped her onto her back and fucked her like his life depended on it until she was coming, clutching his back, her heels digging into his thighs while she moaned and shuddered beneath him.

The clenching of her walls and the sound of her orgasm were enough to send him over the edge, and he grunted as he thrust inside her a final time, spilling himself deep inside her body, using the last of his strength to roll over to avoid crushing her under his weight.

They lay quietly together for several minutes while they waited to catch their breath. Gaius knew he needed sleep, and he knew he couldn't stay the night, so when his energy returned to him, he sat up and began searching for his armor.

"You're not staying?" Maggie asked, disappointment evident in her voice. She had rolled over onto her stomach, arm dangling off the bed, her fingernails scraping softly against the hardwood.

"I have to get back to the barracks," he replied, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry. But thank you. That was..." He chuckled. "I'd rescue more damsels if they all thanked me like that."

She smiled. "Thank you."

He bent down to pick up his breastplate as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"Falda," she whispered against his neck. "My name is Falda."

He didn't see the glint of steel until it was too late. In one quick motion, she put one hand over his mouth as she dragged the blade across his throat.

Gaius fell to the floor, clutching the hole in his neck while he choked on his own blood. He was only dimly aware of her as she quickly put her dress and boots back on before disappearing into the hallway and reappearing with a piece of paper in her hand.

He could only watch wordlessly as she knelt to tuck the paper into his pouch. She touched his hair almost tenderly for a moment.

"Give my regards to Sithis," she murmured before she stood up and slipped out into the night.

Not!OP here. Um. Wow.

Yowee! that was so hot. And harsh. And very, very cool.

OP here and seriously? That was perfect! There was a great build up to that moment of passion and it had such a grim finish. It was just what I hoped for, so thank you~

That was completely awesome. I love the black widow trope, and you pulled is off really well. I just wish this was an option in game!

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