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Re: Part 1 cont'd
Date: 2013-07-14 06:57 am (UTC)The Imperial was lounging on the bed, watching him. "Sit," he said, indicating the room's only chair, "And take off all your clothes. Slowly."
Niruin frowned. Not only did he hate to take orders from anyone, the git hadn't paid him a single septim. It was best to be blunt sometimes. "Pay me half before we start."
Marcurio scoffed. "I want to know that what I'm paying for is worth it, for the price you're asking. Something about you tells me I'm the one holding the reigns here."
Niruin blinked. He didn't know how the wizard had sensed the dire situation he was in, but there was little to be done. "Oh, very well."
He started with the buckles of his tunic, removing them one by one, slowly exposing more of his skin to the Imperial's hungry gaze. Gracefully he shrugged the garment from his shoulders, and Marcurio gestured at him with a spin of his index finger.
"Turn."
Niruin obeyed him.
"Not a scar on you, is there? So your enemies die before they touch you?"
Niruin turned back and sat down, smirking, resting his foot on the table as he unlaced his boots. "They never see me." The boots done with, he stood and removed the breeches. For tonight, he'd worn no loincloth; everything was on display for the wizard, who was clearly pleased: his hum of approval was almost a growl.
"So that is your real hair color. And your body is...more than sufficient."
He calmly reached into his travel bag and counted out five one hundred septim pieces out onto the table, placing them by the elf's discarded clothes. So there's my life, half mine again, thought Niruin. That wasn't so difficult.
Marcurio locked the door and pushed him against the rough wall. Niruin gasped as the Imperial's hand clamped around his neck. He's going to kill me, he thought, oddly detached, not quite able to believe it, and he whined softly, clawing at the orange robes as Marcurio's tongue forced its way past his lips. The Imperial's grip eased off a bit after a minute, and he backed off, panting.
"I'm going to abuse you like the semi literate abuse apostrophes."
"What?," Niruin gasped. It wasn't the idea of being abused that shocked him (quite the opposite) so much as the odd turn of phrase.
Marcurio stared at him haughtily. "Did I say you could speak? Kneel."
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Date: 2013-07-14 12:52 pm (UTC)"I'm going to abuse you like the semi literate abuse apostrophes."
HAHA MARCURIO WHAT
"five one hundred septim pieces"
This detail made me smile, counting out five hundred one septim pieces would have killed the mood. XD
Re: Part 1 cont'd
Date: 2013-07-20 07:07 pm (UTC)Re: Part 1 cont'd
Date: 2013-07-21 08:38 pm (UTC)don't stop omg
Re: Part 2
Date: 2013-08-06 05:05 am (UTC)"But--apostrophes...what're you even..."
Marcurio just looked at him then, calm and predatory. "I said, kneel."
Something about his tone brooked no argument. Niruin quickly obeyed, watching as the Imperial carelessly removed his own clothes, flinging all but the belt and long, narrow sash into the corner. Not bad, Niruin thought. He's got a nice body. Too bad he's crazy (but weren't all wizards?). Hopefully he's not crazy enough to kill me. Marcurio sat before him.
"Hands behind your back." Marcurio bound the elf's hands with an ease Niruin suspected was borne of practice. The Imperial was very close to him now, arms around him, cinching the knots, smelling of sandalwood, and underneath it something heavier and sharper, the scent of sweat and skin. The sash was tight around his wrists now, and it gave him a strange thrill as Marcurio stood, looking down at him, head tilted as if he were an artists surveying his latest work, slowly, almost casually stroking his cock. Niruin felt his face grow warm; he'd done plenty of debauched things in his life before, but he'd never been tied up and admired like a trophy by a smug Imperial. He was usually much prouder than this, and he looked away in confusion, not understanding why he liked it, why just the simple act of being bound had him warm and already half hard.
Marcurio's hand was soft against his face, a contrast to his rough gesture as the wizard took his jaw and forced him to look forward. "I'll have no false modesty from you, elf. You're a trollop. I can tell. I know your type. Besides, I'm going to make use of your mouth."
Marcurio buried a hand in the elf's hair, tilting his head to a suitable angle. Niruin tried not to gag as the sorcerer's length entered his mouth, touched against the back of his throat. Almost reflexively he pressed his tongue to it, and Marcurio sighed in pleasure and began, slowly, to fuck the elf's mouth. It took a moment to get accustomed to, the heat of it, the fleshy smooth feel of the other man's cock in his mouth; it was solid, thick enough that it was a bit difficult to breath.
Marcurio didn't give him long to get used it. Bending, he braced himself against the wall with one hand, looming over him, and increased his pace. Niruin swallowed, trying not to gag. His head was tipped back even further as the Imperial tugged him back by his ponytail, and the sudden flash of pain across his scalp sent a charge down his spine, so that he arched and couldn't help but moan--sometimes there was nothing better than having his hair pulled. It was nearly enough to distract him from the almost-but-not-quite-choking feel of Marcurio ravishing his throat. His eyes were tearing now, throat working convulsively to breathe, and he felt lightheaded, caught up in an overwhelming rush of dizzyness and arousal. Somewhere around the time black spots had started swimming at the corners of his vision, Marcurio's seed splattered the back of his mouth, and then he was left slumped against the wall, hard to aching, trying to gasp for air and swallow away the bitter taste on his tongue. He glanced sidelong at Marcurio, almost warily. The wizard was sitting on the floor, head tipped back to rest on the edge of the bed, panting, and for the moment, thoroughly sated.
Eventually, the Imperial looked up, and took some interest in Niruin, looking him over. "Enjoying yourself?" he said a bit snidely.
Re: Part 2 cont'd
Date: 2013-08-06 05:06 am (UTC)"So...this is abuse, to you?", Niruin murmured. He yelped as Marcurio's teeth suddenly sunk into the tip of his ear.
Marcurio let him go and sat back slightly, their faces only inches apart, and stared at the elf for several long seconds. Then he leaned forward, and whispered "Listen to me. You will speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?"
Niruin cringed at the tickle of the wizard's soft, dry lips brushing against his ear, and with an odd, excited fear of whatever would be done if he disobeyed. "Yes."
"There's a good pet." Marcurio sucked where before he'd bitten, soothing the bruising skin and drawing another gasp from the elf. Niruin moaned as the Imperial's fingers finally wrapped around around his cock and began stroking, fast and rough. The sudden sensation was almost overwhelming, a rush of heat and pleasure that tensed his muscles and pooled in the pit of his stomach and spread to his loins. His hips jerked as the ecstasy grew to a pitch---and then Marcurio stopped. He watched calmly as the elf strained against the bonds, panting with want, thoroughly frustrated.
"You wanted that an awful lot, didn't you? Well. I don't want you losing interest that quick. You see, I'm going to fuck you."
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Date: 2013-08-06 10:21 am (UTC)Re: Part 2 cont'd
Date: 2013-08-25 06:48 am (UTC)*Goes off to jump on husband*
Part 3 (Conclusion)
Date: 2013-09-08 08:57 pm (UTC)Marcurio deftly unbound the elf; before Niruin could do anything with them, they were already being tied to the bedframe. The left was bound with the sash; the other Marcurio pinned with his knee while he worked. Snatching the discarded belt from the floor by the bed, he strapped the elf's right wrist to the frame, tight enough that the leather pinched his skin.
Marcurio settled back then, pleased, and ran his fingers tantalizingly down the elf's chest, letting the anticipation build as he traced the light contours of the muscle. Niruin bucked reflexively as the touch moved lower, and the wizard sighed. He straddled the elf, pinning his legs, effectively immobilizing him.
"Now look here," the Imperial murmured, rubbing his thumb over the elf's cock, trailing a finger through the clear fluid beading at the head. "You'd better reign yourself in a little. The way you are now, I could probably undo you in two strokes."
Niruin really hoped he'd test that theory. He was right on the edge where it was too much and not enough at the same time, and he could feel it slowly driving him wild with desire. Marcurio began to prepare himself with maddening deliberation, slicking his shaft with oil as he idly caressed his bound elf.
"You know, I do wish I could beat with a slip of birch until your back was striped pink, perhaps even bleeding...look at this skin, all lovely gold and so smooth. Marring it would almost be an honor," he concluded with a hint of mockery, raking his nails over the firm flesh of the elf's abdomen.
Niruin yelped, more surprised than hurt."Just--"
"Shh, patience is a virtue and all that."
The Imperial's nails bit into his skin, and Niruin mewled helplessly. He sunk his teeth into his lip to keep from begging, though by now he was almost overwhelmed with desire.
Marcurio began to stroke him then, but slowly, so that it fed the flames of his need without actually taking him over the edge.
"The only reason I don't beat you is that I haven't got a slip of birch. And I don't think your friends at the guild would like it if I sent back their pretty noble thing all bloody and debauched. We'll have to settle for just debauched, then, don't you think?"
Niruin's answer came out a rush of breathless Ayleid. Marcurio leaned over him, so close their lips brushed when he spoke. "I'm sure I have no idea what in Oblivion you just said." Then he moved his lips lower, sliding his tongue over one of the elf's peaked nipples.
"Oh Gods, I---yeah, debauched is...debauchery's great, just, just pl--" He managed to stop just short of outright pleading.
"All in good time. I hope you've done this before. Have you?" The Imperial's voice was growing hoarse with arousal.
"Twice."
Marcurio prepared him then, swiftly and not too gently, before parting the elf's legs and penetrating him. Niruin cried out, caught between pleasure and pain as Marcurio began to fuck him, quickly, roughly, thrusting short and fast. He was close now, so close, his body suffused with heat, the sensation almost too much to bear. The Imperial was panting, nearing his own edge, leaned down and bit Niruin's neck, right where it met the shoulder. Niruin bucked, shuddering, vision whiting out as he came at last, helplessly, all over his chest, thoroughly overwhelmed. Marcurio thrust twice more and pulled out, striping the elf's torso with his release, luxuriously massaging himself through the climax.
"Gods damn that was good," Marcurio mumbled, flopping down beside the elf. Niruin hardly heard him; he lay breathing hard, still trembling slightly, skin damp with sweat and flushed pink down past his neck.
"I still kind of wish I could've beaten you. Guess it wouldn'tve been good to have you scream though, not enough privacy, you already moan a lot as it is..."
Re: Part 3 (Conclusion)
Date: 2013-09-08 08:57 pm (UTC)"Now that were finished, d'you mind--" he broke off and gasped as the cloth dragged over his cock; he was still sensitive and the feel of the rough burlap was magnified a hundredfold.
"I'm sorry, did that catch you off guard?" Marcurio commented scornfully, but he began undoing the binds. He clucked his tongue when he saw the blood. "What'd I say about reining yourself in? Look what you've done."
Niruin sat up, wincing as he stretched and relaxed his shoulderblades, carefully rubbing some life back into his hands.
"Get your clothes and get out. I'm going to sleep, and I don't need you going through my things."
Niruin glared daggers at the Imperial as he put his clothes back on.
"What? You are a thief, after all," said Marcurio. "It's nothing personal. Oh, I don't know. Actually, when I think about it, I guess it kind of is."
Niruin tried to put his hair into some semblance of order, but he couldn't find the leather he'd used to tie it back. He gave up on it.
"Where's the rest of my money?"
The wizard stood and gave him the other half of the payment. Niruin took it and headed for the door. He glanced over his shoulder, annoyed at the Imperial, lying on the bed, looking smug.
"You know what? You are an absolute bastard."
Marcurio dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Oh, you know where to find me if you're ever in need of some extra gold, little elf."
Niruin shut the door and headed back to the ratway, pockets heavy with gold. His life was his again. He didn't think the Imperial's facetious invitation needed to be given the dignity of a response. Damned if he'd let Marcurio know it, but he'd keep it mind.
(Well, thats it then. Took forever but it's finally done! Just, if you ever tie anyone up, don't make it so tight they bleed or can't feel their fingers. That's actually dangerous to the nerves. I took artistic license. Hope you like it, if you're still keeping up with the prompt.)
Re: Part 3 (Conclusion)
Date: 2013-09-12 02:58 am (UTC)-op
Re: Part 1 cont'd
Date: 2013-08-08 10:19 pm (UTC)That is so Marcurio it's unreal. ROFLOLING forever :D