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The Die is Cast 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hey OP! Hope you don't mind a multi fill...pun intended ;) I saw your prompt and could resist- though it ended up being the darkest thing I have ever written o.O. Hope you like it...

Prompt:filled es:skyrim char:Mercer char:bandits char:F!PC char:Dragonborn race:Breton race:Nord race:Orc race:Dunmer relationship:het kink:noncon kink:machine kink:double_penetration kink:triple_penetration kink:group_sex kink:dark kink:rough_sex kink:biting kink:anal kink:bondage kink:sub


Dusk was drawing near when I finally reached the ruins of Irkngthand. As I took sight of the majestic ruins built into the mountainside I felt the dark coil of excitement uncurl in the pit of my stomach. Soon Mercer Frey would be bleeding on the end of my sword. But it wouldn't be a quick death. Not after all he's done.

A flicker of movement caught my eye as I made my way through the gate and into the courtyard, pressed against the wall in order to keep to the shadows. Bandits. So Mercer's made some new friends. They were spaced out in pairs and I was tempted to see if I could take them out but Karliah and Brynjolf wouldn't be here until tomorrow. I was here early, against Brynjolf's orders, to make sure Mercer was here before Karliah went on her vengeance spree. So I suppressed my murderous urges and began the tedious task of sneaking through the camp. The three pairs of bandits out on patrol were too busy drinking and chatting about the latest tavern wench they'd fucked to pay any attention to the swiftly moving shadow that flitted through the darkness. They hadn't even posted a guard at the door to the complex and I had to fight down the feeling that this was too easy as I reached for my picks and set to work on the door.

The door opened with a torturous clang to reveal another bandit and a mage in hooded robes stood round a fire, staring straight at me with widening smirks and I felt a sharp sting on my neck. My hand flew to my neck to clasp a tiny dart. Shit! Trap! Instinct sent me rolling forward, snatching at my sword, left hand scrambling to conjure healing magicka to buy me time. But it was too late. As my vision began to blur and I collapsed to my knees, spell dying, I realised the bastards hadn't moved and were stood laughing at me. All I could do was kneel there, trying to put off the inevitable. Soft footsteps approaching made my eyes weakly flicker open and a rough hand at my chin forced my face up to stare at the bastard who was behind this. Mercer Frey.
"I've been waiting for you, my little Nightingale."
Then the rising waves of darkness overtook me.

Re: The Die is Cast 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

I woke up to the splash of cold water against my naked skin. My body instinctively thrashed trying to escape and the scream that rose in my throat was stifled by the thick leather strips that were gagging me. I was stretched out in an empty centurion charging bay. Manacles held my wrists high above my head and my legs were pulled apart and chained to the floor so that I was utterly trapped and helpless.

I hung there, drenched and shivering, trying to fight the rising panic and cast my gaze round the room, desperate to find a way out of my predicament. In the corner were two unfolded Centurion spheres, both facing away from me. Various scraps of metal were scattered around the small chamber. But, more pressingly, Mercer was there. He was stood by the spheres, inspecting them and deep in conversation with a hooded man in mage robes. Closer around me were the bandits I had snuck past earlier, each of them staring hungrily at my naked body. I couldn't help but whimper as my mind went into overload about what would happen next. At my whimper Mercer looked round, a cold predatory smile preying on his lips. Seeing that smile, my resolve hardened: I was the Dragonborn. I would not show fear. I will not break.

One of the bandits, the blonde dirt-covered Nord, stepped up to me and, in an almost gentle gesture, stroked my cheek before skimming down over my goose-pimpled flesh to one of my hardened nipples, "She's cold. Maybe we could warm her up a bit?"
Hi thumb was softly rubbing the tender bud. Mercer's gaze flickered over my body and he nodded, "Go ahead, boys. Just remember the plan."
One of the Orcs, the one wearing just a fur loincloth, picked up a vase from the low stone shelf. As he approached I caught the distinctive tang of dwemer machine oil. The orc poured the clear viscous liquid it contained over my body, clearly admiring the way the rivulets trickled down my skin, before starting to rub it into my skin. Other hands soon joined, as the remaining bandits gathered round, teasing my breasts, my stomach, the cleft of my legs and my arse, though they didn't touch my most private place. Yet.
If I'd have shut my eyes, turned my mind off, been in any other place, any other time my body might have enjoyed it. Might have begun to respond to the strangely tender caresses. But I didn't want to shut myself off or give in. Instead I locked eyes with the bastard Frey over the shoulder of the Orc and glared defiantly at him. The hooded mage had moved over to one of the spheres and was poking around, muttering to himself, so Mercer was lounging against the wall watching my molestation with his habitually cold expression, though a darkening to his eyes suggested the sick bastard was enjoying himself. Behind me a finger worked its way down the cleft of my ass and hands pulled my cheeks apart, forcing me to break off eye contact as I thrashed in my chains trying to escape. The bandits merely laughed at my attempts and one of the bastards circled my puckered star with an oil covered finger before slapping me hard on the ass . Mercer, meanwhile had slipped off the wall and was now standing in front of me, his cronies pausing in their ministrations to watch.
"What's the matter, little Nightingale? Haven't you ever had a man up there before?"
I will not break. I glared at him, imagining all the myriad ways I would claim my vengeance. I will burn you and heal you and burn you…

Damn character limits...

Re: The Die is Cast 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

"Hmmm, is that a no? Don't worry, lass, that'll soon change." The son of a bitch was playing to his audience, the bandits chuckling darkly. He nodded to whoever was behind me and the finger returned. It circled once lightly and then the bandit pushed it in. A small grunt escaped my lips, muffled mostly by the gag, but I caught the flash of pleasure in Mercer's eyes. Even that one finger felt huge and by the Nine, it burned and stung. The man behind me didn't give me time to adjust before working it in and out, stroking. A second finger joined the first, adding to the burning sensation and I groaned as they scissored inside me, stretching me. I closed my eyes, I just wanted to escape this now. A tiny dark part of me was telling me that I should be grateful for this in some way, that it could have been much worse but I just felt helpless and violated and a hot tear trickled down my cheek.

"Hmmm, is that a no? Don't worry, lass, that'll soon change." The son of a bitch was playing to his audience, the bandits chuckling darkly. He nodded to whoever was behind me and the finger returned. It circled once lightly and then the bandit pushed it in. A small grunt escaped my lips, muffled mostly by the gag, but I caught the flash of pleasure in Mercer's eyes. Even that one finger felt huge and by the Nine, it burned and stung. The man behind me didn't give me time to adjust before working it in and out, stroking. A second finger joined the first, adding to the burning sensation and I groaned as they scissored inside me, stretching me. I closed my eyes, I just wanted to escape this now. A tiny dark part of me was telling me that I should be grateful for this in some way, that it could have been much worse but I just felt helpless and violated and a hot tear trickled down my cheek.

"Are you not enjoying this, my little thief?" Mercer's tone was mocking and I felt his breath on my face and his tongue licked my tear, leaving a trail of saliva, taking even that from me. Then his finger worked its way up inside me.
"Hmm, nice and tight. And still dry. Poor you but lucky us."
I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to spit in his face, to Shout him into Oblivion, to scratch his eyes out, to do anything other than dangle there.
"Maybe you need more of an incentive, hmm? Like any good thief should? I suppose I should reward you a little, for all your services."
Then all the hands were gone, leaving just cold, refreshing air on my skin. I opened my eyes. The bandits were moving to sit on the stone tables near by, I counted six of them, not including the bastard and the mage. They looked as if they were at the tavern, waiting for a performance.
I will not break.
A loud clang from the corner caught my attention and the sphere began to roll it's way towards me. Attached to the front of it was a large phallic shaped metallic rod. In any other circumstances the thing would have been amusing. In these it was bloody terrifying.

Re: The Die is Cast 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

I began pulling futilely on my manacles as the thing approached me. I could see Mercer's pleased smirk over the things shoulder, "Now, now, this is supposed to be a reward. My friend here is an expert on dwemer culture and their machines and he says that his test subjects have all found this very enjoyable…"
The mage was stood to one side, control rod in hand, the expression on what I could see of his face more of curiosity than arousal. A stark contrast to the crude group of bandits, some of whom had taken out their members and were idly stroking them. The machine rolled around me until it was behind me and I felt the cool kiss of metal rub against my slit. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see this. A agonising pinch to both my nipples had my eyes slam open and a scream of pain escaped me. Frey was in front of me and had clipped two pieces of metal to my nipples.
"Keep your eyes open or it will be worse," He whispered to me darkly. I didn't doubt him, though my mind refused to comprehend how it could get any worse. At Mercer's nod the mage made some adjustments to the control rod and the smooth metal rod started to slip inside me. I was still dry and tight, fear and pain had so far kept me from being aroused and it was painful but the thing was relentless, continually pushing in until I was filled. The mage made a few more tweaks and then the shaft began to move, sliding in and out, utterly without mercy.

It started slowly and torturously, and after a minute or so the Centurion sphere began to speed up, its passage made easier as my walls became wetter. Whatever mechanism drove the cursed thing meant that there was a low vibration to the shaft that resonated deep within my body. The angle of the rod that speared me was touching that sensitive bundle of nerves and I was starting to get more and more turned on the faster and faster the machine fucked me. Pants and whimpers escaped through the gag and my hips began to push back, my body desperate to cum, to the derision of my audience. I could feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs proof of my body's betrayal.
"Look at the slut!" I heard one of them cry and I imagined what the scene looked like to them; a young woman, tied up and helpless, starting to enjoy being raped by something that wasn't even alive. A flush of shame coursed through my body and my stomach began to flutter in a familiar feeling. No!
But my body wasn't listening to my head and I came, walls clamping down in waves against the smooth, slick metal that was still relentlessly thrusting into me.

They took me to countless orgasms. By the end they had blurred together, so that I had been continually cumming. The mage had pulled the clips off my nipples during my last orgasm and the pain had been so intense that I had blacked out. When I came back round I was still in the throes of orgasm, the dwemer automaton still relentlessly fucking me. I was a pleading, broken wreck, desperate for it to stop. I'd never thought that pleasure could be so intolerable or that I would be weak enough for my will to break like this.
Mercer had moved up to stand beside me, and he spoke quietly, in an almost gentle voice, "Had enough, girl?"
I nodded, tears trickling down my face. His thumb swept the tears away, "Will you behave?"
I nodded again, anything was better than this torture.
"Good girl." He nodded at the mage and the machine began to slow down and finally pulled out with a wet squelch. My juices dripped from between my legs, pooling on the floor beneath me. I felt empty and sore and open. Mercer studied my body, reaching between my legs. Three fingers slipped easily into me and Mercer pulled them out, making sure to lick them. He turned to the bandits, who were all hard, waiting for their turn with me, "Untie her and take her over to the bench."
Four of them moved to comply, groping me roughly again, before each of them took hold of a limb, unchaining me. I thought about struggling but my limbs refused to co-operate. They bent me over one of the cold stone benches, on my knees, arms stretched out to the other end, refastening my chains. The coolness was a welcome relief to my fevered, sweaty and oil slicked skin and I steeled myself for what would come next.

Re: The Die is Cast 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hands stroked over my back, sliding up my spine to my now tangled mass of hair. The hands pulled it away from my face, to one side. I turned my head revealing Mercer in my peripheral gaze. He stared down at me, almost impassively and then returned to lightly massaging my back, giving me time to recover from the intensity of the Centurion sphere. When I had calmed and recovered my breath I felt the tip of his cock brush the entrance to my cunt rubbing round my still sensitive clit. I moaned behind the gag, partly from arousal and partly from fear. Then he slid in, warm and throbbing, so much better than the cold, slickness of the machine. His pace was almost agonisingly slow, flickering embers to the consuming blaze I had just experienced but it felt so much more right. My hips were starting to roll back to meet his thrusts and my inner walls were clenching around his cock on each thrust. Behind me, Mercer leaned forward to bit the slope of my neck, covering my body with his. I could feel the smoothness of his leather armour against my bare back. His lips slid up to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe, making me groan as he whispered, "You know, little Nightingale, I've wanted to do this to you ever since Brynjolf brought you into the Cistern. So full of potential, so fucking pure."

With that he pulled out of me, leaving me empty. I could feel the tip of his penis, slick from my juices, trail up to my other hole. I steeled myself. I will not break. The tip of his cock circled my anus lubricating it with my own juices. Then his head pushed in. The burning, stinging stretching was almost a welcome relief from the pleasure overload I had suffered earlier. Pain I could deal with.

Mercer didn't give me time to adjust, working his cock deeper in me. I gritted my teeth against the gag, grunting with pain as my ass spasmed around him. Liquid splashed against my cheek and I glanced up to see one of the Bandits, the Dunmer, cumming, semen soaking my face and hair. Another bandit must have followed as I felt another splash against my back as they jerked off to the sight of me impaled on Mercer's cock. Mercer merely laughed, "Just wait till you try her boys, she even better than she looks."
Then Mercer began to thrust, without mercy, setting a punishing pace. He wanted to possess me, to make me submit. And I would be damned before I gave in.

Then he slid his hand down to my clit, rubbing over it in time with his thrusts. It was a strangely erotic feeling, I felt full, stretched beyond belief and yet my cunt was empty. My body wanted something in there and my hips rolled back involuntarily against his nimble fingers. Mercer moaned as I started fucking back, sliding first one finger in there, then another. I moaned, as I came again, now familiar ripples riding through me, causing me to clench down on Mercer's cock, still deep in my ass. Mercer chuckled darkly, as he continued thrusting through my orgasm.
"I want you to remember that I was the first one here, Dragonborn. That I claimed you this night and nothing, no one, will ever be able to erase it or make you forget just how much you enjoyed it." His thrusts were more erratic and all I could do was lie there, cheek pressed against the coolness of the stone as I quivered and shook, "I will be your dark, depraved little secret." With that he thrust hard into me one last time, fingers bruising my hips. I could feel his warm cum shooting into me, a strange and alien sensation. He stayed in me, until he softened and his member slipped from my ass, a splash of seed following. I felt open and sore and, though I didn't want to admit it, utterly satisfied in a dark twisted way. My eyelids flickered shut with exhaustion and I could hear the rustle of cloth as Mercer refastened his trousers. Beyond that I could hear the laughter and murmur from the bandits as they approached me. "She's all yours, gentlemen. Just remember to leave her tied up at the end, just like we discussed. I want Karliah and Brynjolf to find their precious little protégée. As for you, my little Nightingale, I'll see you soon. For now, I've got some gems to steal and fellow birds to kill."

Re: The Die is Cast 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

The bandits crowded around me and I felt a frisson of fear run through me. Hands grabbed my jaw, and the gag was removed from my dry mouth. Before I had chance to Shout something metallic and round was slipped in between my teeth, holding my mouth open. With a shock I realised it was a dwemer cog fastened round my head with leather straps...leaving my mouth open to be fucked.
"'Bout time"
"No need to rush."
"Yeah, we've got all the time in Tamriel."
"Let's fuck this little slut to Oblivion and back!"
They untied my arms and refastened them behind my back, locking the manacles together. They dragged me back to the charging gantry, roughly pulling me by my hair, forcing me to stumble after them. One leg was retied to thee iron loops on the floor, trapping me. I was now kneeling in the middle of a circle, no chance to escape. The first bandit, a stinking Orc stepped up close, tracing my stretched lips with the tip of his cock. Revulsion twisted my face and the bastard slapped me, "Think you're too good for us, bitch? Can you only cum when it's a fucking piece of cold metal?" He slapped me again and I saw stars. His cock twitched and throbbed with each hit. Then he grabbed me by the hair, dragging me forwards, slamming his cock into my throat. I gagged at the assault, coughing and spluttering, barely able to breath as he fucked my throat, balls bouncing against my chin.

The Orsimmer had pulled me forwards, exposing my pussy and ass to the bandits behind me and they didn't waste the opportunity. A thick cock slid between my inner labia and thrust deeply into my sore cunt, making me groan around the cock in my mouth. The Orc enjoyed that, thrusts now coming faster and faster. I was utterly filled with cock at both ends whilst the other bandits looked on, idly stroking themselves in preparation for their turn. Whoever was fucking me from behind pulled open my asscheeks exposing me more to the bandits and giving them a clear view of his cock stretching my pussy and of my asshole, still oozing Mercer's cum. Soon the other bandits were stroking my body, pinching my nipples, even pushing a finger into my anus. The sensation of it all soon tensed my body and I moaned like a whore as I came. My orgasm set off the two bandits fucking me and I was blasted with cum at both ends as they came in shuddering unison. The cock in my cunt pulled out first leaving me feeling empty again. The Orc stayed in my mouth a moment longer, sperm flooding my mouth. The blasted gag meant that I couldn't swallow fast enough and cum dripped down my chin as the Orc stepped away, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. He was immediately replaced by the Breton, whose cock was slick with juices and softening so I guessed that it had been he who had been fucking me. The Breton just held his cock in my mouth, instead of face fucking me, clearly expecting me to suck it. Best to get it over with. My tongue swept round the head of his penis and for the first time I tasted myself, a tangy musk that wasn't all together unpleasant. His member began to harden under my administrations and he thrust deeper into me. I began sliding my tongue against his dick, sucking him, humming slightly in my throat as I gave in to the pleasure.

Re: The Die is Cast 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

Another bandit slid under me and pulled my hips down onto a large cock. His hands slid to my hips, prompting me to start riding him. I started out slow, reluctant to show any enthusiasm but he slid one hand to my clit, gently rubbing it and my hips sped up. It dawned on me that I was now actively fucking the two bandits inside me, instead of merely being their helpless prisoner and I felt a flash of shame. A third bandit knelt behind me, oiled hands rubbing over my tits, squeezing and massaging them. Then his member prodded my backdoor and I began to struggle, terror taking over me. The Breton pulled out of my mouth, holding my head and the three of them had no trouble pinning me in place. The head of the cock behind me pushed in. It was too much, too big and I just shuddered between their bodies, whimpering in agony. Unable to relax. The man behind didn't stop until he was fully sheathed in my ass, walls twitching and spasming around both cocks. Both men in my cunt and ass froze, giving me time to adjust. The blonde Nord beneath me gently caressing my clit until the pleasure took the edge off the pain.

Then they began to move, one cock would slide in and another would slide out. I could feel their cocks sliding each other through the thin wall that separated each other and I was so full. No inch was left untouched, the Nord in my pussy stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. The Breton stepped back up pushing his cock back into my mouth and I instinctively began sucking on it, too in sync with my body to listen to the lingering protests in my head that I was being raped. The feeling was so intense, I was utterly stuffed. The bandits were groaning now, my tightness and the ripples of my inner walls setting them off. The man in my cunt came first, warm seed splashing up against my cervix. This set me off in a mini-orgasm, body clenching round both cocks, trying to draw them deeper. The bandit in my ass was unable to move, my walls squeezing him so tightly that he came too, shooting his hot cum deep in my bowels. The Breton pulled out of my mouth as he came, spraying his seed over my face and hair. It was too much for me and my body began to shiver in an orgasm so intense I began to black out.

Re: The Die is Cast 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

When I recovered, I face down, chained over the stone table again, legs obscenely spread. My body was aching and coated in dry, flaky cum. I bet I looked a state. Clearly Mercer had warned them about my abilities. Glancing round I noticed that the mage was busy tinkering with the spheres and the blonde Nord and Breton were nowhere to be seen. The two Orcs, the Dunmer and the scarred grey haired Nord were stood nearby. Waiting for me. The Orc who hadn't fucked me yet walked over to me,
"About time you're awake. You're not finished yet, little slut."
More dwarven oil was poured over my stinging ass. A fat finger poked at my hole and slid in, wriggling back and forth against my sore and stretched sphincter. I groaned through my gag at the thought of another round of abuse. A second finger joined the first, stretching me more than either Mercer or the other bandit had. The Orc worked the oil around my asshole, ensuring it was well lubricated. Then I felt the blunt head of his cock pushing against my hole. It felt huge, stretching me beyond belief. The whole thing forced it's way up my resisting hole inch by painful inch until it was pressed right against me, hairy balls brushing my cunt. Despite the earlier stretching my ass was in spasm and sending constant waves of pain crashing through me. Tears streamed down my face and I whimpered behind my gag. The Orc pulled right back before thrusting forward, in a long deep painful stroke. The burn inside my bowels was almost unbearable as he continued his unhurried pace.
"She's still so fucking tight. Urgh, by Molag Bal, this is good."
I could do nothing but moan and cry as I was slammed forward with each thrust. I had had enough. My body and mind were exhausted. Broken. My body, my ass felt like it was on fire as he mercilessly ground into me. His hands squeezed my butt roughly, leaving bruises, as he kept slamming into me. His thrusts grew faster and more uneven, plowing in and out of me. Then I felt him stop thrusting, shoving his cock as deep into me as possible as it throbbed wildly. He kept it in there as he came, letting the tightness of my ass draw his cum deeper into my body.

Then he pulled out, my abused hole releasing his cock with a soft plop. He pulled my cheeks apart, displaying me to the others. My hole was gaping and I felt a trickle of cum escape.
"Nice!" The Dunmer called, in a incongruously cheerful voice, "I'm next."
I groaned against my gag as I felt another cock slide up into me. The Dunmer's cock was thinner than the Orc who had just abused me but felt longer as he rammed into my aching ass. The friction was much less painful, thanks to his friend's cum, still lubricating my bowels. I was still crying, tears streaming down my cum encrusted face. The old Nord moved round to stand in front of me, rubbing his cock in my face. He stank of sweat and dirt, making me gag, then he thrust his smelly cock through the cog into my mouth. Reluctantly I sucked him, tongue tracing his throbbing member as I was impaled again from both ends. I felt light-headed and utterly humiliated. I just wanted it to end.

After a while I felt the cock up my ass throbbing and more cum spurted inside me. The Dunmer pulled out, another splash of cum following.
"Who's next?"
The Nord grinned at the Orc, "Why don't we share? She's been so obliging so far."

Re: The Die is Cast 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

Warning. This is by far the kinkiest chapter. For those who are squicked by double anal please skip this chapter

The bastards were laughing. The big Orc unchained my legs one by one, pulling me up to kneel on the table and refastening the chains. The Nord was now sat behind, hard cock out. He lifted me up, lining his cock up with my asshole and pulling me down on it. I whimpered as he began to bounce me up and down on his cock. Then the bastard Orc was in front of me, holding his thick cock. The Nord stopped the fucking motion, keeping me still. The other Orc and the Dunmer were watching me avidly and even the mage had come forward to watch. Then I felt the second cock at my asshole and I cried out in fear. There was no way they would fit. I was going to be ripped apart.

The Orc's hard cock was relentlessly forcing it's way inside me, pressing against the cock that already filled my hole to stretching. I was crying in agony as I was stretched even further, tears coursing down my face. My clenching, resisting hole squeezed the two cocks up against each other. All I could feel was pain. The bandits around me were calling out obscenely though I was in far too much pain to hear what they were saying. Then the bastards started to move. The sheer tightness of my ass meant that they couldn't quite synchronise the timing of their thrusts, sometime they thrust simultaneously at others they ground against each other.

This torture went on for what felt like eternity. I rested back against the Nord, body unable to move as I lay there crying. The Nord trailed his fingers down my front to my cunt, scooping out my juices and his friends cum before smearing them around my mouth, staring at my tear streaked face. His body tensed and jerked, spurting his cum inside me. His cock began to soften and he pulled out, keeping me in his arms as the Orc fucked me hard now that he was free to move. It didn't take him long to cum, sperm mixing with the other three's, deep inside my bowel.

He pulled out and I could feel my asshole gaping open, cum pouring out of me in a thick stream to pool on the table below. The Nord holding me scooped it up with his fingers, rubbing the mixture against my breasts, then dangling it above my mouth; still held open by the gag. I shook my head weakly, trying to pull away but the Nord held my head and let the mixture drop in. The Orc soon joined him in scooping up the cum and feeding it to me. It tasted disgusting, making me heave and gag, to the amusement of the others. But at least my ordeal seemed to be over for now.

Re: The Die is Cast 10/13

[(Anonymous)]

The Orc and the Nord shifted off me, leaving me to collapse in a heap on the table. As I lay there a tiny glint of dark metal caught my eye, a piece of wire...that could be used as a lock pick. It was a slim chance but I had a feeling it was the only one I would be getting. Slowly I rolled over and began inching for it, hoping the bandits, now in conversation with the mage didn't notice. Just as my fingers closed round it the bandits turned back to me and I shoved it in-between my wrist and my manacle, hoping they wouldn't notice.

They didn't, unchaining me and yanking me back across to the charging gantry where they strung me back up in the same position I had woke up in. The Dunmer unfastened my gag tossing it to one side though the one-eyed Orc immediately slipped the strips of leather first used to gag me back in my mouth. It was a small relief to shut my aching jaw. Then the bandits left, leaving me alone with the mage. Who was at his desk, back to me, scribbling in a small leather book.
The Nord called out to him as they left, "She's all yours, freak."

The mage was silent. Had been silent through this whole ordeal, content to watch. Once the bandits had closed the door behind them, he shut his book and turned to face me, control rod for the centurion sphere in his hand. No.

The machine rolled towards me with a clang and I whimpered with anticipation and fear. It stopped in front of me and I felt the huge metal shaft against my cum soaked labia. The coldness slid up into me, an alien feeling after the bandits, and slowly starting pistoning inside me, gently vibrating. Tired as my body was, as much as my mind was convinced it could take no more, I still began to feel that intense pleasure rising. The pleasure, after the agony of the double anal rape, was at first welcome to my body, though I knew that would soon change. My body hummed along with the machine and I closed my eyes as my cunt twitched and spasmed.

Another loud clang forced my eyes open and I froze as the second centurion began moving. My fearful eyes met the mage's cold clinical ones and I was pleading behind the gag for him to stop. The machine rolled behind me, it's shaft pressing against my sore asshole. I clenched trying desperately to prevent it from entering, though I knew from the bandits that it was a futile exercise. It slid up inside me easily and I moaned at the sensation of being stuffed again. Both metal cocks started fucking me, accelerating to a almost frantic pace. The vibrations were overwhelming and I felt stuffed. My stomach tensed as waves and waves of pleasure crashed over me, limbs locking, as I came in the most explosive orgasm I had ever had. The machines didn't stop, continuing to fuck me to orgasm after orgasm until I blessedly passed out.

Re: The Die is Cast 11/13

[(Anonymous)]

I regained consciousness slowly this time. My body felt like a bruised wreck but at least it was left alone at the moment. My eyes flickered weakly open and through my eyelashes I scanned the room. The bandits had all gone, leaving just the mage who was sat at the desk and alchemy lab making notes whilst a potion brewed. This was my chance. My fingers fumbled for the lockpick I'd managed to wedge between my wrist and the manacle and I set to work on the clasp. Picking that lock was hell. I was terrified that that fragile little pin would snap or drop or that the mage would look up from his notes but after what felt like eternity, my hand was free. The next hand was easier and then it was just my feet and the cursed gag.

Now it was my turn to hunt.

Silently I moved up to stand behind the mage. There was nothing I could do to him in the time I had that would be as bad as what those bastards had done to me. I had to make this quiet and quick. A heavy bar of dwemer metal was lying on the floor, I picked it up and slammed it into the man's head. He went flying to the floor, skull caved in but he was still moving, limbs twitching. So I kept slamming the bar into his head. Over and over. A small sob burst out of me but I forced myself to focus. There were more out there.

The rational part of me that remained told me I should dress myself in his robes but I couldn't face the thought of touching him. Reading his journal made me feel sick. There had been other girls before he came to Skyrim. The stone shelf by the lab contained an array of dwemer tools and other implements of torture. I picked up one of the small knives. It would do.

Part of me knew that I was acting wrong. That I was seriously fucked up. But I ignored it. I crept back through the ruins to the first chamber; the one where Mercer had ambushed me. Two of them. They were stood by the fire, giving a fuck by fuck account of my ordeal and just how much they, and I, had enjoyed it. I crept up behind the blonde haired Nord. Out of the two of them he had been the kindest. And then I slit his throat. As he fell his companion, the one-eyed Orc, turned to me, eyes widening with fear and surprise. I smiled coldly at him, "YOR TOOL SHUL."

Watching the flaming Orsimer stumble around the chamber, shrieking, almost brought a smile to my face. When he at last lay still and the sickly sweet stench of burning flesh reached my nostrils I headed over to my abandoned pack and armour sticking out of the chest by the fire. I didn't dress yet. I was dirty. So I merely picked up Dragonsbane. As I did the door opened and another two bandits came in. A bolt of lightning caught the Dunmer, blasting him against the door. The other Orc charged me, I waited balanced on the balls of my feet before stepping aside and sending Dragonsbane in a sweeping arc that near cleaved him in two. Stalking over to the Dunmer who was lying on the floor, twitching erratically, I knelt on one knee beside him.
"Please," he gasped. A small scoff from me was his only answer as I gently nicked his carotid artery with the tip of Dragonsbane. Five down, five to go.

Re: The Die is Cast 12/13

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The cold outside was refreshing on my bare skin. It was almost sunset. That meant I had been in there a whole day. I had completely lost track of time inside. Karliah and Brynjolf would be here soon. Then I spotted two bandits crossing the narrow wooden bridge. The final two were down by the entrance. I waited until the first pair were in the middle of the bridge, timing my Shout.
"FUS RO DAH." My Thu'um caught them both sending them off the bridge to crash down in the courtyard below right in front of their startled comrades. Looking up they saw me, standing on the edge. Then I turned and walked back inside. It was cold. And I knew they would follow.

As soon as they entered the doors I charged them, no magic, no Shouts, just me and my pure unadulterated fury. Their blades sliced my skin but I didn't care. All I could focus on was my rising bloodlust and the savage exhilaration that swept through me when they lay crumpled at my feet.

Once they were all dead the darkness receded to lie coiled, waiting for the final act.
Right, time to clean up.
I used snow to wash myself as best I could. A healing potion took care of the physical reminders; the bites, the bruises, the scratches. A stamina potion to remove the exhaustion that was threatening to claim me. Then I dressed myself in my Nightingale armour and pushed Dragonsbane through my belt. Going through the motions I felt utterly disconnected. If I felt anything then it was shame. At myself. Deep down inside I knew that Mercer was right; that the dark part inside me had loved it, that the memory would stay with me every night and that I would never feel such intense pleasure again in my life. My dark, depraved little secret indeed.

I didn't want Karliah or Bryn to know about what had happened. I still didn't want to admit it to myself. So what I needed to do was hide the evidence. First rule of thieving. I methodically swept the mage's toys, journal and the control rod into a spare pack. I didn't, couldn't, guess at some of their purposes but to my eyes they all looked menacing. Maybe I can use some on Mercer. Experiment a little. The centurion spheres proved to be remarkably indestructible but eventually I managed to get them retracted into two small spheres. Worth some further research. I could always take them to my lab at Proudspire for further analysis. Mind made up, I lugged the two spheres and backpack of toys back outside and down to Shadowmere. Shadowmere whinnied at the extra weight but backed down after I glared at him. I think he realised I was in no mood to argue. Fortunately Karliah and Brynjolf were still nowhere to be seen so I settled into the bushes with Shadowmere and waited. Hopefully my plan would work.

Re: The Die is Cast 13/13

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Two hours after dusk I caught sight of stealthy figures making their way across the rickety bridges spanning the ruins. I gave them as long a head start as I could bear then I headed back in after them. They were waiting for me on the next level down from where I had been held, clad in the same Nightingale armour, though they had both removed their masks whilst they waited.

Brynjolf leapt forward as I strode down the stairs, arms reaching out for me. But I couldn't bear the thought of anyone touching me, not even my best friend, my mentor, my confidante. I stopped short of Bryn's embrace, three steps higher than them. Brynjolf frowned at me but remained silent and Karliah didn't bother with the pleasantries, getting straight to business.
"Mercer's been here," Karliah murmured in her soft tone, "I hope we're not too late."

"About those bandits back there…" I hesitated, reluctant to tell them what had happened to me. Fortunately Karliah already had her own explanation, "Brynjolf and I found them like that. Mercer's doing." She clearly thought I was accusing her of slaughtering them. If only she knew. I merely shrugged. Brynjolf was still frowning at me, perceptive enough to know something was off with me. I ignored his gaze, moving between them to open the next set of doors, never looking back, "We need to catch up to Mercer. Now."

I had vengeance to exact.

Re: The Die is Cast 13/13

[(Anonymous)]

OMG my F5 key really needs a break now lol I've really enjoyed this fill, it was dark but not horrifyingly so. I loved your adjustments to the centurion spheres! I really hadn't seen that coming! Good job, this was an awesome read!

Now my mind is just wondering "what now?" how does the DB deal with this once the adrenaline of the hunt has settled? Will Brynjolf find out? Will Mercer say something so that they know? Does the DB decide to confide in them? Or maybe she's pregnant and decides to confess because of that?

Re: The Die is Cast 13/13

[(Anonymous)]

Wowie, that was intense! Probably one of the kinkiest things I've read, and I enjoyed it immensely. Very well done A!A..

Re: The Die is Cast 14/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you to the kind OP and Anon for encouraging me to continue this! <<<3

Char:Brynjolf kink:hurt/comfort kink:oral

Sneaking past the blind Falmer that inhabited the lower levels was child's play for the three of us. Evading Mercer's traps was easier, though I knew that they were merely attempts to slow us down. Like that'll work, bastard. I'm coming for you. All I could focus on was the image of Mercer bleeding on the end of my sword and I set a brutal pace through the ruins. I could feel Karliah and Brynjolf still exchanging uneasy glances behind my back. I ignored them. All I cared about was Soon we were at the great bronze doors that led into the inner sanctum, where Mercer would be waiting.

Pushing open the doors revealed the bastard himself, dangling from the strangely serene face of the giant snow elf statue, prising at the biggest gemstone I'd ever seen. A second gemstone lay in the lap of the statue. The Eyes of the Falmer.
"Mercer," Karliah murmured, "I don't think he's seen us." I scoffed, of course he had seen us, this was the grand finale of his piece de resistance, every fucking move had been carefully calculated. "Brynjol-"
Whatever Karliah was about to say was cut off as I stepped forward, Shouting "FUS RO DAH."
The Shout caught both him and the Eye, dropping them down into the statue's crossed legs. The flash of satisfaction as he fell was quickly destroyed as he landed unharmed with a catlike roll, that self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"When will you learn that you cannot get the drop on me?"
I was shaking with rage, the sound of his voice transporting me back to that room and him inside me.
"You cannot win, Mercer," Karliah's voice was as level as it had always been. Impressive, considering she wants him dead as much as me.
The bastard shrugged, a small smirk twisting his mouth, "All I wanted was to destroy you. And I certainly managed that, hmm? How did it go again? To ensure an enemy's defeat, you must first undermine his allies", his gaze shifted to me. "Isn't that right little Nightingale?"
The same words Karliah had spoken back in Snow Veil Sanctum a lifetime ago. Karliah and Brynjolf had shifted their attention to me, by now I was certain they knew something had happened between Mercer and I, but all I could see, all I could focus the rising darkness on was Mercer. I pushed back my mask, revealing my impassive, cold face. He was trying to goad me, provoke me into a reaction and I would not give him the satisfaction.
"I'm bored, can we get to the part where I kill you? Slowly."
He ignored me, pacing on the book on the statue's lap, like a bard on a stage, "When Brynjolf brought you before me, I could feel a sudden shift in the wind. And at that moment I knew it would end with one of us on the end of a blade." His voice was strangely intimate and his gaze flickered over my face, "Look at you, still beautiful even when broken, don't you agree Brynjolf?"
My face twisted with revulsion and anger and shame. I didn't want to look at Brynjolf, for him to see my reaction. Dragonsbane had leapt into my hand without thought and I began moving down the stairs, gaze locked on Mercer.
"You will be the one who dies, Mercer."
He smiled then, the bastard, like it was all a game, "Then the die is cast and my blade will once again taste Nightingale blood."

Re: The Die is Cast 15/?

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As I reached the bottom of the stairs a crash of stone behind me sent me flying to the ground. Some sort of explosive trap. That's why he kept us talking as long as he did. Then dimly through the settling dust I caught sight of Brynjolf raising his sword to strike Karliah, she barely managing to bring her own up in time to block him. More tricks. Water was leaking through the cracks in the ceiling, suggesting that we would soon be running out of time. I glanced at Mercer, who was watching with a pleased smirk on his face, like the cat that had got the pigeon. I climbed up onto the book, wary for more traps. The dark beast stirring inside me urged me to charge him but what little remained of rational me held it back.

Keep calm. Focus.

We circled each other, gazes locked. Then Mercer vanished, I sent a blast of flames through the area to no avail and the tiniest whisper of air made me bring my sword up in a deflection to my left, catching Mercer's blade as he struck down at my head. I let the momentum spin Dragonsbane in my hand before cutting down, aiming at the carotid artery in his neck but he spun away, vanishing again. My blood was boiling with rage as I scanned the area. He's too quick… A smile lit my face as I realised I had the perfect weapon at my disposal, all I had to do was wait for my prey to come to me. A flicker in the light in front of me- he was behind me. I spun again, lowering my centre and cutting horizontally across his belly, more to forestall him as I Shouted, "TIID KLO UL."

Time slowed revealing Mercer in front of me, frozen. It felt like my limbs were wading through water as I stepped in close and gently pierced his leathers with Dragonsbane. As much as I wanted to drag this out I couldn't. Not with Brynjolf under his influence and fighting Karliah. If they had hurt themselves because of my delay I wouldn't have ever forgiven myself. So I stabbed him in the heart. In a few seconds he would be dead. I backed off, sinking down to my haunches to watch. Time sped up again, colour seeping back into the world and I stared impassively as Mercer staggered, hand clutching the blood pooling out of his chest.

Re: The Die is Cast 16/?

[(Anonymous)]

His gaze met mine as he collapsed to the ground. He spoke but I didn't catch the words as a loud rumble reverberated through the cavern and more of the weakened ceiling fell in, torrents of water following. Probably one final taunt. Then his eyes dulled and he convulsed, blood frothing out of the wound, before he finally stilled. Mercer was dead and it seemed vaguely anti-climatic. Unfinished. The desire for vengeance had died and I was left feeling hollow. Numbly I realised Karliah and Bryn had swum over to me, Karliah stalking over to Mercer's corpse to retrieve the Key, whilst Brynjolf shoved both Eyes into his pack. Not that it mattered. We were trapped. Karliah and Brynjolf began futilely looking for a way out. As the freezing water rose I just floated there staring at Mercer's corpse, bobbing in the weak light. Light. My tired brain finally clicked and I swam over to his body, staring at the jumble of rocks that made up the ceiling. There was a faint patch of lighter rocks, as though weak daylight was trying to get through. It was a chance. Besides the worst that can happen is that I kill us that much quicker.
"Karliah. Brynjolf. Come here." My voice echoed weirdly in the flooded chamber and the air felt strangely heavy and compressed. They swam their way over to me and I grabbed them both before I Shouted, "FUS RO DAH."

My Thu'um hit perfectly, widening the gap. But not enough. The water had risen to our shoulders now and Mercer's corpse was gently bumping against my back. It was an agonising struggle for me to regain my focus, fear and panic, keeping the discipline at bay. Deep breaths. Focus.
"FUS RO DAH."
This time the passage widened, daylight spilling into the tiny space we had left. I pushed Karliah through first and once she had scrambled up I pushed at Brynjolf.
"You go first, lass."
I shook my head, but he insistently pushed me at the hole, "Go, lass."
I glared but obeyed, not wanting to waste time with petty arguments, making sure he was following before pressing on.

Worming our way up through the narrow passage was painful and nerve-wracking though the glimpse of daylight kept me climbing on. We emerged in a shallow cave by a serene looking lake which was, presumably, the one that had just tried to kill us. I sank down onto a rock by the entrance closing my eyes and catching my breath. Brynjolf eased himself down next to me with a tentative smile and I smiled back, though it felt slightly forced. I just wanted to go home.

Re: The Die is Cast 17/?

[(Anonymous)]

It was a miserable journey back to Riften. Our armour was still soaking wet and it was cold this far north. I also refused to let Karliah and Brynjolf rest and refused to enter their attempts at conversations. The rocking motion of Shadowmere hurt, as did the remaining bruises and scrapes from the fight. The adrenaline had faded and I was exhausted physically and mentally, barely able to hold myself in the saddle. Thinking hurt too much so I just drifted along on Shadowmere's back, trying to block out the pain.
After a eternity the stone walls of Riften were in sight.

We left our horses at the stable, Shadowmere snorting contemptuously at Shadr as the poor Redguard reluctantly went to lead him for a rub-down. I paid Hofgrir 20 silvers for someone to unload my saddle-bags and take them to Honeyside whilst I headed to the Cistern with Brynjolf and Karliah.

As soon as we had entered the other members gathered, wanting a blow by blow account of our victory. Being surrounded by the press of bodies overwhelmed me and I froze. The cheers and celebrations of the others turned into the mocking laugh of the bandits and my vision turned friends into featureless blurs who shifted into faces that would haunt my nightmares for a long time to come. I couldn't breathe and I felt dizzy and nauseous. The room swam and I felt my knees give way.

I woke up terrified, though instinct kept me still and my eyes shut until I could figure. I could hear Brynjolf's voice right beside me and the soft purr of Karliah's voice barely audible nearby.
"It can wait a few days."
"It can't. The Evergloam…"
"Look at her, she's exhausted. We're exhausted. It can wait, Karliah."
"As soon as she's up she'll have to-"
"Are you completely stupid, Karliah? Something happened with her and Mercer and she is not right-"
There was silence for a moment, then Karliah spoke, "Fine." Soft footsteps and a heavy sigh from Bryn indicated that Karliah had left. I kept my eyes shut. I was trying to avoid Brynjolf and the inevitable conversation.
To my surprise I felt a hand sweep over my face, brushing my hair back, "Ah lass, what in Oblivion happened to you?"
My breathing hitched and my heart began to race. I was about to open my eyes when I heard someone clear their throat. Brynjolf's hand froze on my face for a second before pulling away.
"Uh, boss?" Delvin. "We need to go over the latest figures."
"Right, Delvin." Another rustle of leather and after a minute I cautiously opened my eyes. I was alone.
I lay on my narrow cot, though my thoughts drifted to Karliah and Brynjolf's earlier bickering. I didn't care about the stupid Key. Or Nocturnal. All I could think about was how scared I was, still trapped in Irkngthand, doomed to relive the memories over and over. The guilt and the shame was becoming too much to bear and I couldn't see a way past it.

What I needed right now was someone who I knew wouldn't judge me. Wouldn't pity me and who wouldn't ask questions. Someone who understood. I could think of only one person.

Re: The Die is Cast 18/?

[(Anonymous)]

Karliah had vanished and Brynjolf was busy rifling through the Guild books with Delvin and Vex, already planning the next steps for the Guild. He hadn't seen me. Most of the others were fast asleep so I slipped over to the ladder leading to the exit and the figure tucked into one of the cots nearby. I gently shook the bundle until it rolled over, mumbling.
"Sapphire?" I murmured, "Can I talk to you? In private?"
She sat up scowling, though it faded at my expression, nodding before sitting up and pulling on her boots and jacket. I lead her out the Cistern and onto the Ratway docks. The cool dawn air felt refreshing after the warmth of the Cistern and I could hear the birds beginning their morning chorus in the wilderness outside. It almost felt peaceful. For Riften anyways. Sapphire still hadn't spoken, waiting for me to speak first. I felt strangely nervous, as if I had done something wrong….
I swallowed nervously, rubbing my hands on my leather-covered legs, "So, umm, I don't know how to ...I…I was raped. At Irkngthand. By Mercer Frey and his cronies. I was stupid and I screwed up and they caught me." I pressed my lips together, unable to say more.
"Fuck," Sapphire was staring at me, jaw locked tight as though she was fighting unwanted memories of her own. I gave a bitter snort of agreement, face locked in a grimace, turning to sit with my feet dangling over the dock, just skimming the filthy water of the canal. After a minute I felt Sapphire sit beside me.
"Any chance you could be pregnant?"
My eyes flew to hers. I hadn't…Shit...Please Divines, don't let me be…
"I don't know." The thought filled me with terror.
"OK, wait here a minute." Sapphire stood and strode off rapidly round the edge of the walkway, leaving me frantically counting dates. Sapphire was back shortly, carrying a small sack filled with clinking potion bottles. She knelt next to me, placing the first bottle in between us, "Drink all of this now." Fear made me comply, downing the foul tasting liquid in one. "You take one of these each morning for a week. Then if your moon blood hasn't come take this one for a week." She held each potion up, making sure I understood. I nodded, dull relief soothing the panic, "Thank you Sapphire." She held my gaze, "Sometimes the potions don't work. It's rare but I have heard of it. If your blood doesn't come for three months tell me. There's an apothecary in the woods near here that's been known to help women who are in trouble."
I dragged my gaze over to a rat nesting on a island of floating rubbish, nodding dully.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No. Yes." I gave a self-deprecating scoff, "I don't know."
She sighed, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, "I told you about me, right? The bandits that took me…"
Her voice was quiet, pained and I felt slightly guilty for making her relive it. I had had one horrible brutal experience, she had had two weeks of it. I nodded.
"I never told you the worst part. The worst part was that they made me enjoy it. It made me feel so dirty and I hated myself for some time after. I still do in some ways. Don't be like that." I didn't respond, still staring off into the distance. She stood up, sighing softly, "When you're ready to talk come find me." She paused as she turned to leave, "Did you kill them all at least?" I turned my head to look at her, nodding, a cold, satisfied smile twisting my lips. "Good." Then she was gone slipping back into darkness of the tunnel leading to the Cistern.

Re: The Die is Cast 19/?

[(Anonymous)]

Numbly I made my way to Honeyside, Sapphire's words echoing round my head and the sack of potions weighing heavily on my arm and my mind. Iona was there, grumbling slightly when I asked her to stay at the Bee and Barb for the next few days. But she left, shutting the door behind her, leaving me alone. Hofgrir had dumped my saddlebags just inside the front door and I lugged them down to my alchemy lab, flinching at the clang of metal as I dragged them down the stairs.

Next order of business was a bath. I dragged the metal hip bath from its hook in the cellar and set it up on the flagstones. I methodically filled the tub with water from the pump, though my hands shook and I spilled as much onto the floor as I got in the tub. A quick spell heated the water until it was steaming. I wanted it hot enough to scour away the memories. I undressed, hanging my armour on the mannequins. As I did I caught a glimpse of myself in the burnished mirror, I looked like a ghost.The potions I had taken had healed the worst of the damage but it hadn't been enough. Faded but visible bruises encircled my wrists and ankles, scattered my breasts, neck and hips, bite marks and finger marks still asserting the bastards claim. My eyes were dead and I stared impassively at the stranger looking back at me for a long moment. Moving back to the bath I sank into the water, my skin screaming at the harshness of the heat, closing my eyes as the memories began their assault. All I could do was relive it, moment by moment, more vivid each time. Desperate to escape I grabbed the soap and began frantically scrubbing my skin and my hair, trying to erase their touch. It wasn't enough. Choking on a sob, I curled up into a foetal ball, face resting on my raised knees, and I wept.

I wasn't sure how long I stayed in the tub crying but it was long enough that the water had cooled. Strangely enough I felt slightly better for the release, slightly stronger. I stood up in the tub, wrapping myself in one of the soft towels. Then I heard a soft voice, echoing from round the corner, "Lass?"

Re: The Die is Cast 20/?

[(Anonymous)]

How long had he been there?

"Go away, Brynjolf." My voice was hoarse from all the crying and sounded weak.
"I'm not leaving until you talk to me, lass." He sounded angry. "Sapphire sent me. She said-"
His choice of words sent a welcome flash of anger through me, and clutching the towel around me I stomped into the room, out of my mind with rage.

Brynjolf was stood waiting for me, clad in his familiar dark leathers. His gaze dropped to my bruise covered body and his face paled as I glared at him.
"What did she say, Brynjolf?"
Brynjolf was silent, still staring at me. Then I glanced at the workbench behind him, a small leather journal out in plain sight. The mage's journal. The one that detailed his experiments. The one whose last, blood-stained entry detailed my ordeal. Every act they'd put me through, every orgasm I'd had, how long I’d lasted and how many times I'd blacked out was written in terse, clinical writing. I'd only skimmed it after I'd killed the mage and the realisation that my torture hadn't ended during the times I had passed out had had me slamming the wretched thing in horror. I'd meant to burn it along with the other items I'd taken after my bath.
My eyes widened in horror, "Did you read it?"
He dropped his gaze and I had my answer.
"So, I guess you know."
He was silent, though his eyes met mine.
"What? No smooth words to make it better?" I was trembling and I felt like I might cry again. Better to stay angry. "Or have you come to tell me off? That I should have listened to you? That you were fucking right as always?!"
Still no response.
"Or do I repulse you now? Hmm? Do you despise me now you know the truth?"
Nothing.
"Say something, you bastard!" I shrieked, snatching the closet thing to hand and hurling it at him. The potion bottle missed him easily to explode on the wall behind him and a sob burst out from me, hot tears of shame and embarrassment prickling my eyes so I closed them, desperate to stop them from falling. I opened my eyes as a rustle of movement brought Brynjolf to stand at arms length. Glacially slowly his hand came up to brush my hair, I froze, muscles tensing, jaw clenched as I barely suppressed the urge to Shout him into Oblivion. Brynjolf noticed my tension and I caught a flicker of sadness pass through his eyes. As his hand touched my face I whimpered, shutting my eyes tight. "Oh, my lass, I could never hate you." His other hand gently touched my arm, guiding me gently into his chest.

He just held me, for a long while, until I gradually relaxed, stroking my hair and whispering soothing meaningless words. Face pressed into his leathers, I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. For the first time since Irkngthand I felt safe.
"Brynjolf?"
He tilted his head down to me, pressing his lips to the top of my head, "Yes?"
My fingers tightened on his leathers, "Stay. Please? Don't leave me."

Re: The Die is Cast 21/?

[(Anonymous)]

We made our way to my bedroom and Brynjolf turned his back to me, removing his armour and boots, leaving him in his somewhat stained linen shirt and leather trousers. I took breath to calm myself, slipping my linen shirt on over the towel wrapped round me before I dropped the towel onto a nearby chair. I slipped under the covers, coughing discretely to let Brynjolf know that he could turn around. He joined me in bed and for a moment we lay awkwardly side by side. It's just Brynjolf. You're safe. A sudden impulse had me shuffling over to lie next to him and I rested my head on his chest, repeating that litany in my head to fight the fear.

We lay like that for hours. Outside I could hear the bustle of the town as the townsfolk rose and went about their everyday business. Yet I couldn't sleep. As exhausted as I was I could still feel the ghost of their touch on my skin, haunting me. Could hear Mercer's promise ringing in my ears, taunting me, echoing round my head. Brynjolf wasn't asleep either, I could feel his hands moving, one stroking my arm and the other my hair.

"Bryn?" I tilted my head up to his. "Take it away."
He frowned down at me, clearly wondering what in Oblivion I meant, before freezing in place as I leant up to ghost a kiss on his lips.
"Lass, no. This isn't right, you've been through hell and back and this isn't what you need right now."
"All I can feel is their touch, all I can think about is what they did to me. I want you to help me, I want you to wipe it away. Please."
I leaned back in to kiss him harder, before pulling back to study his reaction. Concern flitted across his face though I thought I caught desire warring with it in his eyes. He was probably wondering if I had gone insane. Maybe I have. So I kissed him again. My tongue gently swept over his lips and he parted his lips with a groan, allowing me to deepen the kiss. His touch felt like a balm, pure, erasing the shame I felt, allowing me to be brave.
After a blissful eternity he pulled away, "Lass, you shouldn't do this."
"I want to." I need to.
He studied my face for a long moment, sweeping a thumb across my swollen lips, before nodding.
"Any time you say stop and I will. I promise."
I nodded, squashing down the fear. Then I hesitated, pulling myself up to kneel beside him in the bed, "Brynjolf, do you want to...you know? Because if you don't-"
He sat up and stared at me for a long moment in the early morning light, "You really don’t-" He broke off, with a small shaky laugh, that was so unlike the master thief I had come to know. "Lass, I've been falling in love with you from the moment you went missing after Snow Veil Sanctum. You are the smartest, most beautiful, strong and brave woman I have ever known. All I could think about was you and how much I missed you, how I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I even abandoned the Guild to go find you. Whatever you need from me, it's yours."

Re: The Die is Cast 22/?

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All I could manage was, "Oh." I was crying again. Bryn smiled sadly at me and I reached out to cup his face with my hand. I couldn't even attempt to articulate what was going through my mind so I pulled myself in for another desperate kiss, one that I trusted showed my hopes and fears. As the intensity of our kiss grew I became bolder, running my hands against his chest and back. When we broke for air there was wonder in both our eyes. I smiled uncertainly at Brynjolf, scared to take the next step. I took a breath, it's Brynjolf, and pulled my shirt over my head, completely baring myself to his gaze. My cheeks flushed as Brynjolf stared at me, eyes flickering to the faint bruises under my skin. Then he pulled off his shirt to match, allowing me to appreciate his lean but muscular physique. He looked beautiful. Then he pulled off his trousers, exposing his throbbing erection. I held back the panic as he exposed himself but I'd be damned if I backed out now. You're safe. It's Bryn. You can do this. I lay back down on the bed on my back, guiding him to lean over me. He kissed my mouth again, before sliding a trail of kisses to my jaw and along my jaw to my earlobe. He suckled on that sensitive spot, making me catch my breath, before tracing a line down my neck. When he encountered the bite mark that had been left by Mercer, he paused, showering me with little kisses, before working his way down to the next bruise and repeating the process along my collar bone and then back across. All I could do was lie there and concentrate on breathing, my body was starting to respond to the erotic caresses but my mind wasn't quite there yet. He pulled back briefly to gauge my reactions and I managed to find another tentative smile, he kissed me deeply again and his hands came up slowly to stroke across my shoulders before sliding down to my breasts. He kept up the gentle stroking, spiralling in towards my hardening nipples and I moaned into his mouth as his fingers closed on my tender buds. Immediately I felt a flash of guilt and froze underneath him. Brynjolf pulled back from the kiss, but kept on gently stroking over my flesh, "Are you alright, lass?"
I swallowed and nodded, "Keep going." I would not have this ruined. It's Brynjolf. It's OK.

He bent his head and began kissing my breast, working his way to my nipple, giving me time to relax. I whimpered as he suckled on the tender nub, fingers clutching at the sheets. He repeated the process with my other breast. And then he began working his way down my stomach. He paused to play at my navel, grinning up at me as I began to moan and writhe underneath him. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and worked his way down my thigh, lips gently brushing over my sex before working his way up the other leg.
His tongue stroked over my slit once, twice, before sliding up to caress my throbbing clit and I bucked my hips at the sensation. The pleasure was winding my body up and I wanted to give into it but l I couldn't let go. Bryn slid first one finger into me and then a second, rocking them in and out, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. But my release still would not come and I slammed my fist in frustration against the mattress. No, they would not take this from me.

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Furiously I yanked Brynjolf back up my body and rolled us over until I was on top before slamming my lips down on his. I could taste myself and though my mind flashed back to the damn bastards I ignored it, pulling back to smile darkly at Bryn. He looked, understandably, confused but I needed this. I was reclaiming what had been taken from me.
"You are insane." He sounded admiring, running his hands up my flank to gently squeeze my breasts.
Laughter burst out of me, surprising both of us and I began to grind my wet core against him, getting my mind used to the feeling, eliciting a gasp from him. "You hadn't figured that out yet?" I paused in my movements, the tip of his cock nestled against my opening, "You know, there's still time to run."
"No way in Oblivion, lass."
I nodded and sank down onto him, keeping my eyes locked on his. It felt good, no, it felt incredible and I moaned at how right he felt in me. Keeping himself in me, Brynjolf pulled himself up to kiss me, and I shifted to wrap my legs around him, one arm around his neck, the other supporting me, locking us in our embrace. We both began to move, slow deliberate thrusts, eyes locked on each other. Making love. It was just Bryn and I now, I was safe and I began to relax.

As my mind relaxed, my body began to tense as the pleasure built and built. His thrusts were hitting that spot inside me, making me pant. My walls began to flutter around him, drawing him deeper, squeezing him tight. I thrust my hips faster, desperate now, and Brynjolf slid his hand down between our bodies, caressing my little bud of pleasure. I moaned and my stomach clenched as I finally, blessedly, came.

Brynjolf was gasping as my contractions gripped his member, "I need to pull out, lass."
I managed to shake my head, locking my legs round him, "Cum inside me, Bryn." I wanted this. I wanted him inside me, only him.
He gave a long shuddering groan, head dropping to nestle in my shoulder as he came.

He stayed inside me until his body softened, both of us taking time to caress each other, kiss each other. My hand reached out to cup his face and he tilted his head to kiss my palm. I couldn't stop staring at his face in wonder, a few hours before I'd been so terrified, so broken and confused. And now I felt safe. The terror and fear was still there, don't get me wrong, lurking in the back of my mind but in a strange way I felt reborn. Complete. For so long, even before Mercer, I'd been suppressing my feelings, refusing to let anyone get close to me, scared of life and I was tired of it.

Bryn tugged me back to lie down, pulling me in tight to his body. My head rested on his chest and I idly traced one of his scars, listening to the dull thump of his heart beating inside his chest as it lulled me into sleep. My eyes flickered and I could feel the exhaustion ready to overwhelm me.
"Bryn?"
"Hmmm?" He sounded as tired as I felt.
"I love you too."

Then I was gone, eyelids drifting shut, into blissful darkness.