Sigurd spent the rest of the day between chopping wood and begging Belethor to make their new customers go home. The shopkeeper would have none of it, only shaking his head and chortling a bit with each complaint.
“Sigurd, my boy, you were the one to suggest this in the first place. Said something about it bringing in more business, if I remember correctly.”
“B-but...! I didn't think the entire Thieves' Guild would drag themselves up to Whiterun just to...to...” What it was the group had planned for him, he didn't know yet, but the unknown contents of that bag were coming to mind, and he felt an involuntary chill. “Belethor!”
“Will you calm down, Sigurd? It's not the Dark Brotherhood. You're going to come out of this perfectly alive and a few septims richer, and you might even enjoy it,” Belethor insisted, clapping a hand on his assistant's shoulder. “Now, it's about time for me to head out. Good luck, then.” No sooner had he said it than the front door opened again, revealing the group Sigurd had been dreading. Belethor opted to keep his mouth shut, merely flashing them a knowing smile before heading out through the back entrance. In his wake, Sigurd swallowed hard, eying the men before him nervously.
“...Good evening,” he mumbled, crossing the room and opening the door to the makeshift bedroom kept for this express purpose. “It's...it's in here.”
“So polite,” Thrynn smirked, his arms crossed. “Brynjolf, I want to go first.”
“We already talked about this,” Brynjolf argued, rolling his eyes as the guild-members filed into the room as well. “Vipir's made the most gold this month, so he gets to go first.” At his left, Vipir grinned appreciatively, stepping forward and focusing in on Sigurd's lips.
“That's what I like to hear,” he said simply, taking a seat at the foot of the bed and letting his pants become loose. “You have such a nice little mouth, you know.” He gestured down at his now free member, giving Sigurd an expectant look, and the assistant merely nodded obediently before practically collapsing to his knees. He knew how it worked, really-- chances were, this Vipir didn't want to get off just yet. He'd be perfectly fine with a bit of teasing. His face slightly pink, he traced his tongue along the tip, earning a pleased shudder before he enveloped the entire length with his lips. Behind him, he heard a few excited chuckles and remarks, but before he could give it any thought, he felt hands on the back of his head, pushing him down even further until he nearly gagged with the fullness. Vipir jerked his hips forward, groaning at the feeling, and opened one eye to address his colleagues.
“What's up? Trying to hold yourselves together?” he jeered, kicking a leg up on Sigurd's shoulder. Behind their little scene, Delvin had taken a seat, loosening his own belt and watching the scene unfold with a smirk.
“Better save some of that for us,” he grunted, his gloved hand vanishing into the confines of his pants as Sigurd's throat tightened around Vipir. Thrynn moved next, letting his own pants drop entirely and kneeling unceremoniously behind the shop assistant.
“Sorry, boy,” he said, his rough voice suddenly close to Sigurd's ear as he prepared the two of them. “I've never been a patient man.” With that out of the way, he rammed himself forward, entering their hireling so suddenly that he could only moan loudly, no matter how occupied his mouth was. The reverberations were enough for Vipir to throw his head back and join him, spilling into his throat just as Thrynn hit the assistant's prostrate. Sigurd shouted now, Vipir's spent member sliding back out of his mouth and leaving him to hit his hands and knees, completely at the mercy of the former bandit. Behind him, he heard a pleased groan from Delvin, and knew from the sound that he was pleasuring himself, but any thought on that subject was interrupted by Niruin kneeling in front of him, an arrogant smile on his face. In his hand was the canvas bag from earlier, and he was quick to open it and reveal its contents.
“I hope you like honey,” he said simply, holding up the jar for his servant to see.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Sigurd + Thieves' Guild Males: "Investing" 2/4
Date: 2012-09-17 01:57 am (UTC)“Sigurd, my boy, you were the one to suggest this in the first place. Said something about it bringing in more business, if I remember correctly.”
“B-but...! I didn't think the entire Thieves' Guild would drag themselves up to Whiterun just to...to...” What it was the group had planned for him, he didn't know yet, but the unknown contents of that bag were coming to mind, and he felt an involuntary chill. “Belethor!”
“Will you calm down, Sigurd? It's not the Dark Brotherhood. You're going to come out of this perfectly alive and a few septims richer, and you might even enjoy it,” Belethor insisted, clapping a hand on his assistant's shoulder. “Now, it's about time for me to head out. Good luck, then.” No sooner had he said it than the front door opened again, revealing the group Sigurd had been dreading. Belethor opted to keep his mouth shut, merely flashing them a knowing smile before heading out through the back entrance. In his wake, Sigurd swallowed hard, eying the men before him nervously.
“...Good evening,” he mumbled, crossing the room and opening the door to the makeshift bedroom kept for this express purpose. “It's...it's in here.”
“So polite,” Thrynn smirked, his arms crossed. “Brynjolf, I want to go first.”
“We already talked about this,” Brynjolf argued, rolling his eyes as the guild-members filed into the room as well. “Vipir's made the most gold this month, so he gets to go first.” At his left, Vipir grinned appreciatively, stepping forward and focusing in on Sigurd's lips.
“That's what I like to hear,” he said simply, taking a seat at the foot of the bed and letting his pants become loose. “You have such a nice little mouth, you know.” He gestured down at his now free member, giving Sigurd an expectant look, and the assistant merely nodded obediently before practically collapsing to his knees. He knew how it worked, really-- chances were, this Vipir didn't want to get off just yet. He'd be perfectly fine with a bit of teasing. His face slightly pink, he traced his tongue along the tip, earning a pleased shudder before he enveloped the entire length with his lips. Behind him, he heard a few excited chuckles and remarks, but before he could give it any thought, he felt hands on the back of his head, pushing him down even further until he nearly gagged with the fullness. Vipir jerked his hips forward, groaning at the feeling, and opened one eye to address his colleagues.
“What's up? Trying to hold yourselves together?” he jeered, kicking a leg up on Sigurd's shoulder. Behind their little scene, Delvin had taken a seat, loosening his own belt and watching the scene unfold with a smirk.
“Better save some of that for us,” he grunted, his gloved hand vanishing into the confines of his pants as Sigurd's throat tightened around Vipir. Thrynn moved next, letting his own pants drop entirely and kneeling unceremoniously behind the shop assistant.
“Sorry, boy,” he said, his rough voice suddenly close to Sigurd's ear as he prepared the two of them. “I've never been a patient man.” With that out of the way, he rammed himself forward, entering their hireling so suddenly that he could only moan loudly, no matter how occupied his mouth was. The reverberations were enough for Vipir to throw his head back and join him, spilling into his throat just as Thrynn hit the assistant's prostrate. Sigurd shouted now, Vipir's spent member sliding back out of his mouth and leaving him to hit his hands and knees, completely at the mercy of the former bandit. Behind him, he heard a pleased groan from Delvin, and knew from the sound that he was pleasuring himself, but any thought on that subject was interrupted by Niruin kneeling in front of him, an arrogant smile on his face. In his hand was the canvas bag from earlier, and he was quick to open it and reveal its contents.
“I hope you like honey,” he said simply, holding up the jar for his servant to see.