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Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-23 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Kinks: Gangbang, public, DP
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"Ah, so the Breton hasn't taken off yet." Lena shot a sleepy glare at the smart-mouthed Nord who had addressed her as she arrived at the top of the stairs.
"You're not going to win the bet, Jon," his friend chuckled, "I'm tellin' ya, she's a tough one." She ignored them both and continued her way through the barracks, swiping up a sweetroll on her way out to the training yard. She had only arrived in Riften on her transfer three days ago, and respect among her fellow guards hadn't even begun to build. Not that it surprised her - it had taken well over a year to stop being addressed as 'Breton' or 'little bit' back in Shor's Stone. She would have been a fool to expect anything different here. The whole lot of them betting on how long she'd last in the crime ridden city? Well, that one was an unexpected sting. They had promoted her to a city guard for a reason, after all.
She sighed and polished off her quick breakfast- or rather, dinner, by the hour, cracking her neck and unsheathing her sword. Quickest way to a Nord's heart, she had learned, was through a solid arm. And, turned off by the idea of being sneered at for the extended future, she was rather set on winning these particular Nords over. A little happy sigh escaped her at the rush of her first swing, the sound of her sword connecting with it's mark satisfying. Lena set into her training routine quickly, pounding away the remnants of sleep and allowing her blood to come to life. The overnight shifts were still new to her, making these quick bouts with the training dummies vital in waking her system up. She had never realized just how much it would mess her up to rise in the dark and sleep during the day.
"Oi, Breton!" She grit her teeth at the unwelcome greeting, rolling her shoulders as she turned to face the source. Brik, a hulking beast of a man, was leaning on Mistveil a few yards away. A small smirk was playing at the corners of his lips, his black hair hanging casually across his face. Damned man was too attractive for his own good, really, she thought as her eyes skimmed his thick arms.
"Can I help you, Brik?" His smirk widened and she frowned as he pushed himself off the wall.
"It's time for us to take over the patrol. Losing track of the hours already?" He taunted her and she blushed, leaning down to pick up her helmet.
"Of course not," she scoffed. "I was just about to head out." He snorted and rolled his eyes as he turned away.
"Whatever you say, lass. You've got the waterway tonight." She could hear the barely concealed laughter in his voice as he wandered off and resisted the urge to chuck her dagger at him. The bastards were doing everything in their power to scare her off, duty be damned apparently. She had barely been down there - several of them had pointed out to her that she should steer clear of it, and she had always been ready to follow experienced advice. She had, however, peeked over the side of the railings enough to know that it was dark, there wasn't much moving space, and it was most certainly the source of the city's foul odor. Tonight was just going to be wonderful, wasn't it?
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The character limit will take some getting used to, I was like 3000 words over. Next part coming
Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-23 07:16 am (UTC)(link)The first hour or so continued dully. No citizens, not even a skeever out to take away some boredom. Up and down the planks she patrolled, her mind wandering. She had just begun to remove her helmet - the foul smell was getting trapped inside it - when she heard the soft click of a door. She ripped it off the rest of the way, looking up just in time to see a shadily dressed character creeping out of Romlyn Dreth's home. "Halt!" She cried. The character stiffened, swiveling around to see her, before their legs tensed and they dashed off. "Get back here!" Her order bounced around the small space as she took off after them, unsheathing her sword. "Last warning, low life," she scowled when a bark of laughter drifted back to her. "Cease running, or I will put you down!"
The man stopped in front of the ratway gate and turned to lean against it, grinning at her as she rounded the corner. He was an older man, dressed in dark armor that seemed to match the description she'd gotten of the thieves guild. She swallowed and shifted, prepare to give him the speech. It was her first run in with one of them, and the look he was giving her assured her it wasn't going to go well. A new light source descended on the two as three of her fellow guards came down the stairs, responding to the commotion. The thief looked up and made a sort of scolding humming noise. "Seems like the lot of you forgot to fill your new recruit in on some rules."
Brik came up on one side, Jon on the other. Jon was giving her a blood chilling smile as Brik gave a playful sigh. "My, it seems we have. Sorry about that one Delvin." Delvin threw his head back and laughed, reaching behind himself for the latch on the gate.
"Ah, no harm. Just see to it that she gets...informed," he replied. He winked at a bristling Lena before disappearing into the shadows. She stood there, open mouthed, for a good moment before rounding on Brik and landing a punch to his arm. He growled and nursed it, the other two laughing.
"What - what in the - what in the HELL was that?!" She raged, punching Jon next, then turning to aim a kick at the third, Niver, the only one smart enough to move away. She growled when Jon caught her wrist and pulled her around to face him, his face oddly calm.
"Watch your fists, Breton," he breathed. She swallowed; the girl seriously had to tilt her head back just to look him in the eye. "You're going to wind up getting yourself hurt." She pried her mouth open to attempt a reply, but Brik beat her to it.
"Don't scare the lass, now," he sighed from behind her. "She didn't know after all."
"Didn't know WHAT exactly?!" She demanded.
"The thieves guild have free roam of the waterway and the land around the cemetery," Niver replied, smiling at the astonished look on her face. "You were down here to watch for stuff like brawls or murder or whatever, but they can do what they damn well please down here."
"Why on Nirn would I allow that?!" She cried. They all laughed, and she made a small squeaking noise when she felt Brik move rather close to her.
"It's a longstanding agreement, see?" Jon said. "We give them some breathing room, they keep some things quiet for us."
She was going to regret asking this, she just knew it. "What sort of things?"
"We could always show you," Jon whispered, leaning forward to breath in her ear.
"You know, I think that's exactly what we're going to do." Brik's voice dropped several octaves, his large hands settling on her hips. "Have you seen our statue of Talos, little Breton?" Lena swore her heart was going to leap out of her chest.
Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-23 07:36 am (UTC)(link)Niver extinguished his torch as Brik's grip on her waist tightened. He spun her around to face him slowly, drawing her body up against his and leaning close enough for their foreheads to touch. She swallowed thickly, eyes shifting to try and see the other two. One of them, Niver by the slightly smaller size, had moved up behind her and was now sliding his hands up her back.
"You, uhm...wanted to show me something?" She murmured, determined to neither look Brik in the eye or acknowledge the flaming blush on her cheeks.
"Patience, little one." Jon crooned. "We are."
"See, as I'm sure you learned," Brik murmured, his hands sliding from her hips up her sides and settling on her straps, "the shifts can get rather dull at times." She jumped when he released two of the straps that secured her armor, and cursed herself for the weakness. Before she could vocalize a protest he dipped forward and claimed her mouth in his, pulling her firmly against him. She made a surprised, indignant, and just ever so slightly pleased sound. His lips were warm</> and oh, did the man know how to kiss. He wasn't letting up, either. He worked his lips against hers, slowly opening her mouth to make room for his tongue. Niver pressed himself against her once more; she whimpered when she felt not only his own stiffness against her lower back, but Brik's growing against her stomach.
"And awhile back, some of us learned how to keep entertained. Rather fun, isn't it? And we're only getting started," Jon continued the explanation, doing something she couldn't quite make out on the ground around them. Lena was never a good liar, not even to herself - and she wasn't about to start now. This was...it was new, it was thrilling, and it felt damn good. Were they really going to do what she thought they'd do, though? Here?
Brik pulled back from her at last, the two of them panting for breath, and grinned at her. "There's a good lass," he praised as Jon gripped the side of her head and gave her a rough kiss. Brik's hands moved back down her body, taking the outter layer of her cuirass with them. "As I'm sure you figured out, the thieves guild wound up catching us. They got good proof, and well they're thieves. Bastards know how to threaten people. So, we made a deal. And now, here we are." She trembled as his hands slid across the back of her thighs, squeezing as he moved inward and up.
Niver ground firmly against her backside when Jon pulled away and gripped her hair, yanking her head back for his own go at her mouth. She was growing rather dizzy, between all three of them caressing her and the lack of oxygen, and barely registered Jon's question. "Are you going to be a good girl, then, and have some fun?" Niver pushed her head back and turned her to face him. She looked at him dumbly for a moment, before slowly nodding.
"See boys," Niver said sweetly as he caressed her hair, "I told you she'd fit in."
Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 11:07 am (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)----
It would be a damn miracle if they didn't get caught. That's what she kept thinking as the three men shifted around her, strong and calloused hands peeling her armor away and sliding over her skin. Every inch of her was reacting to them, mixing with the thrill of what they were doing to have her panting.
She was soon backed against the wall, the three of them spread before her. She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and looked up hazily to see Niver grinning at her, before he forced her to her knees. The damp grass cut into her bare skin, and she blinked when she realized a faint blue light was just barely illuminating her and the men's legs. "Muffling runes," Jon explained, grunting as he tried to wrestle is armor off. "Don't need the Honorhall kids overhearing us."
Lena didn't have a chance to respond. Brik had laced his fingers into her hair, and yanked her over to him. The first to successfully get his armor off, his manhood now stood proudly in the open air. She swallowed as she examined it: her sister hadn't been joking when she commented about the size of Nord men. He was simply huge, long and thick. The vein running up the side was pulsing, and she could make out a little bead of arousal gathering at the tip, reflecting in the light of the runes.
He pushed his hips forward, his length sliding along the side of her face and smearing her cheek before she got the hint. Pulling back she gripped him firmly, a little rush of excitement hitting her as she wrapped her fingers around him. She opened her mouth as much as she could before she slowly took him in, sliding her lips purposefully over the head and following it with firm strokes from her tongue. He groaned and his hips twitched, but to her great relief he didn't buck. “You've done this before, haven't you lass?” He breathed.
She simply looked up at him with smiling eyes before strengthening her resolve and pulling as much of him in as she could. He cursed when she swallowed and pulled back, sweeping her tongue around his head before she plunged back down again and hummed. She started a rhythm, her throat already becoming satisfyingly sore from his girth. Completely focused on her work, she nearly choked in surprise when she felt fingers stroke across her slit.
“Mmm, she's having a good time,” Niver breathed from behind her, his fingers gathering the moisture and spreading it up to rub circles around her clit. She moaned and rocked her hips against his hand, encouraging him to continue. He chuckled and obliged, one finger continuing it's work on the sensitive nub while two others plunged roughly inside of her.
Brik pushed on her shoulder and she pulled off of him. Her moan was roughened by the abuse on her throat, and she was having a hard time keeping it quiet.
“Let me help you with that,” Jon offered, grabbing her head.
Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 5/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)Niver's hand was growing ever more insistent, and she found herself ready to beg for more. Brik pulled her away from Jon by the hair and she gasped, gulping in much need air. She whimpered as her lips were brought back to his shaft. “Please, please...” she murmured against the head before taking him in, her right hand rising to deliver long, firm strokes to Jon.
“Please what?” Niver teased, his touches lightening while he pulled back a little. She whimpered again, hips rocking back to seek his hand. She pulled back from Brik with a pop.
“Stop teasing me,” she pleaded quietly. She returned to Jon and Brik laughed, getting on his knees.
“How could we say no to that?” His hand joined Niver's, and she wanted to scream at them that that is NOT what she meant. But then she was being shifted, lifted slightly from the ground and settled back down over a bare, muscled abdomen. Jon pulled away and she leaned down to kiss Brik gratefully as Niver grabbed her hips and guided her backwards. Having a man guide her onto another man's shaft proved erotic, to say the least, and her strangled moan mixed with Brik's as she became fully seated.
She took a minute to breathe, head reeling, before she braced her hands on his broad chest and began to rock. Her head was yanked back up, her throat once again filled as they reset their space. Her fleeting thought on Niver's whereabouts was quickly crushed when she felt slick fingers pressing between her ass cheeks. She tensed, uncertain, but had little opportunity to respond between a particularly violent thrust from Brik and Jon both.
Niver prepped her quickly, clearly growing impatient, and before she knew it something very thick and very solid was trying to gain entrance where nothing ever had. She groaned and whimpered around Jon's length, and he responded by tilting her head back and forcing himself ever deeper. She choked, heart hammering in slight panic as she struggled to breathe, and it was more than enough to distract her. When Jon pulled back to allow her air, Niver was hilted within her and by the Nine she felt so...so FULL.
The two men started a rhythm, one in one out, slow and firm at first and slowly building in both speed and strength. Brik dragged across this wonderful spot with every movement, and Niver would press her right back into him. She was sure she would have woken the city, the entire Hold, if not for the muffling runes, if Jon hadn't reoccupied her mouth. His thrusts became erratic quickly, however, and it was long before he shoved her mouth down as far as it would go, emptying himself into her throat.
She gagged and spluttered when he pulled away, the fluid leaking from her mouth and all the way down her throat. Jon fell to his knees and wiped his hands over it, moving them down to massage his seed into her breasts.
The sensations started to bleed together as she was repeatedly slammed onto Brik from the force of Niver's thrusts, a rhythm no longer present. She gasped and groaned and rode them for what seemed like an hour before they both hollered, tensing as they found their release.
Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)“Yeah, for now,” Niver said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. A desperate cry for help sounded from the middle of the city, and the three men turned, heading off. “Thanks for the ride, sweetheart!” One of them called back.
She sat there for a few minutes later, not quite sure how to feel. All of that, and it had ended so quickly, so abruptly. It had certainly been fun, but she wanted more. Absolutely needed it. She had felt herself getting there, approaching the brink that had eluded her all these years, and now nothing.
“What kind of Nord leaves a lady unsatisfied?” A silky, thickly accented voice floated from near the statue. She gasped, yanking her cuirass over to cover herself. A redheaded man in armor that matched the man from earlier approached her slowly, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. He had been watching! For how long, she didn't know, but it was pretty damn obvious that he had seen. Was that part of their deal, too?! “Three of them, no less! It's simply shameful.” She blushed and looked down, completely thrown for a response. She was sitting there naked and drenched in semen, for Talos' sake! “You know, if you want to see how real men do it...” he crossed his arms and smiled warmly at her. “You should come visit us at the Flagon.” He winked and with that, disappeared into the shadows.
A vivid picture of herself in the middle of a group of thieves flashed in front of her mind, and she squirmed. Well, that would be a pleasant thing to think about for the rest of her shift.
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Done! Well, this one anyway. Not opposed to a thief gangbang!
Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-25 12:22 am (UTC)(link)You wouldn't just leave us hanging A!Anon? Would you?
Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-25 11:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-27 06:32 am (UTC)(link)But uh, would it go here or? Still new to this lol.
Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-26 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 6/6
(Anonymous) 2013-06-29 12:02 am (UTC)(link)Please do keep this up.