"Mother has sent me down here to try to convince you to give up this little hobby again," Hemming said without preamble. He smoothed his clothes as he disdainfully took in the store's collection of bottles and displayed ingredients. "It is improper for someone of your status to be mingling with the common folk like this."
"I see Hemming is wearing the Steward's chain," Mercer whispered in her ear, clear as day. "Your brother has gone up in the world."
Ingun gasped and turned to look at the thief, but she didn't see him. He must be invisible.
"Is everything okay?" Hemming asked, looking annoyed that she wasn't paying attention to him.
"Y-yes."
"Mother, I mean Jarl Maven, wants you to join the rest of your family at Mistveil Palace," Hemming said. "You could spend your time learning the family trade instead of playing in mortar and pestle."
"I like it here," Ingun mumbled, feeling horribly out of place.
"I see that the rumors of Maven becoming jarl were true," Mercer continued murmuring, amused. His hands ran familiarly over her hips. Ingun gasped in surprise at the touch.
"I swear, you would think working in an alchemy store would keep you from getting sick," Hemming grumbled. "You're flushed."
"I'm just exerted from cleaning," Ingun explained. Mercer's hands were under her skirt now and pushing her smalls aside so he could finger her sex. She had to stifle a moan as he touched her.
"It's been too long since I fucked a woman," Mercer murmured, his body hot against hers. He might be invisible, but it didn't stop her from feeling every buckle of his armor digging into her as he ground against her.
Her body reacted readily to his touch. Ingun had always been fascinated with Mercer Frey. For as long as she could remember, he would come by the manor and discuss business with Mother. He had always seemed so dark and mysterious, desirable but completely unobtainable. It wasn't long before she was soaking wet right in front of her brother as the invisible thief molested her.
She could feel him rustling against her just before his tip poked her against her ass. Then he was sliding along her outside folds, rubbing tantalizingly as he searched for her entrance. His fingers spread her wide until she could feel her juices running down her legs.
"Let me check your temperature," Hemming demanded, frowning. "If you've gotten sick from being down here so often, Mother is going to have a stern word with Elgrim." He reached for her just as Mercer slid into her from behind.
"No!" Ingun exclaimed. Her walls clamped down eagerly over Mercer's cock as he slid in and out of her. She bit her lip to restrain a moan as Mercer pounded into her. She might be unwillingly fucked in front of her brother, but she'd be damned to Oblivion before she was going to let him touch her while it happened. "I'm just mad at you for always harassing me about this! I'm an adult and it's my life. I'll do what I want."
"You still represent the Black-Briars regardless of your age," Hemming sneered.
"And?" Ingun grabbed a piece of paper to have something to do with her hands as she tried to not focus on Mercer's hands fondling her mound. She twisted the parchment back and forth, noting how it crinkled in her hands instead of how hot the space between her legs felt as Mercer used her. "There's nothing wrong with being an alchemist."
"You dabble in poisons, sister dear," Hemming sneered.
"They're complicated and fascinating," she stammered. The recipe was becoming shredded as she continued to twist it franticly. Part of her screamed in frustration since she hadn't gotten a chance to study it yet and it had been a difficult one to find. Now it was completely unreadable.
"The court is complicated and fascinating," Hemming countered. "It would do you good to see for yourself."
Ingun opened her mouth to answer, but at that moment Mercer hit a sweet spot with his thrust. The only response she could handle was something akin to, "Augh."
Re: Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 2/?
"I see Hemming is wearing the Steward's chain," Mercer whispered in her ear, clear as day. "Your brother has gone up in the world."
Ingun gasped and turned to look at the thief, but she didn't see him. He must be invisible.
"Is everything okay?" Hemming asked, looking annoyed that she wasn't paying attention to him.
"Y-yes."
"Mother, I mean Jarl Maven, wants you to join the rest of your family at Mistveil Palace," Hemming said. "You could spend your time learning the family trade instead of playing in mortar and pestle."
"I like it here," Ingun mumbled, feeling horribly out of place.
"I see that the rumors of Maven becoming jarl were true," Mercer continued murmuring, amused. His hands ran familiarly over her hips. Ingun gasped in surprise at the touch.
"I swear, you would think working in an alchemy store would keep you from getting sick," Hemming grumbled. "You're flushed."
"I'm just exerted from cleaning," Ingun explained. Mercer's hands were under her skirt now and pushing her smalls aside so he could finger her sex. She had to stifle a moan as he touched her.
"It's been too long since I fucked a woman," Mercer murmured, his body hot against hers. He might be invisible, but it didn't stop her from feeling every buckle of his armor digging into her as he ground against her.
Her body reacted readily to his touch. Ingun had always been fascinated with Mercer Frey. For as long as she could remember, he would come by the manor and discuss business with Mother. He had always seemed so dark and mysterious, desirable but completely unobtainable. It wasn't long before she was soaking wet right in front of her brother as the invisible thief molested her.
She could feel him rustling against her just before his tip poked her against her ass. Then he was sliding along her outside folds, rubbing tantalizingly as he searched for her entrance. His fingers spread her wide until she could feel her juices running down her legs.
"Let me check your temperature," Hemming demanded, frowning. "If you've gotten sick from being down here so often, Mother is going to have a stern word with Elgrim." He reached for her just as Mercer slid into her from behind.
"No!" Ingun exclaimed. Her walls clamped down eagerly over Mercer's cock as he slid in and out of her. She bit her lip to restrain a moan as Mercer pounded into her. She might be unwillingly fucked in front of her brother, but she'd be damned to Oblivion before she was going to let him touch her while it happened. "I'm just mad at you for always harassing me about this! I'm an adult and it's my life. I'll do what I want."
"You still represent the Black-Briars regardless of your age," Hemming sneered.
"And?" Ingun grabbed a piece of paper to have something to do with her hands as she tried to not focus on Mercer's hands fondling her mound. She twisted the parchment back and forth, noting how it crinkled in her hands instead of how hot the space between her legs felt as Mercer used her. "There's nothing wrong with being an alchemist."
"You dabble in poisons, sister dear," Hemming sneered.
"They're complicated and fascinating," she stammered. The recipe was becoming shredded as she continued to twist it franticly. Part of her screamed in frustration since she hadn't gotten a chance to study it yet and it had been a difficult one to find. Now it was completely unreadable.
"The court is complicated and fascinating," Hemming countered. "It would do you good to see for yourself."
Ingun opened her mouth to answer, but at that moment Mercer hit a sweet spot with his thrust. The only response she could handle was something akin to, "Augh."
Hemming frowned. "I'm worried about you."