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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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"Disdain" Part 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-29 02:14 am (UTC)(link)When Mjoll was summoned to Mistveil Keep, therefore, nobody saw any good coming out of it. Aerin had flown into a panic, begging his friend not to go there alone, or at least to meet her in public instead. Ever the optimist, Mjoll had simply smiled, shook her head, and knelt beside the bed where he sat.
“You know me, Aerin. I'll be fine, I promise. I can tell when my life is in danger,” she assured him, laying both hands on his knees. “Do not come after me. I don't know what they'll do to you, and I couldn't bear knowing you're in danger.” Aerin nodded reluctantly, before pulling her in for a rare hug.
“Be careful, Mjoll.”
The first command she received upon entering the Keep was to hand over her weapons. Mjoll eyed the guard suspiciously, crossing her arms, and the guard in question shrugged. “Maven's orders. If she wanted to kill you, she wouldn't do it here.” The adventurer frowned, obeying the guard's request now but not taking her eyes off of him as she spoke.
“I can tell when my life is in danger,” she said again. “If that moment should come, I will kill her if I need to.”
“Understood. She's waiting for you in her quarters,” the guard replied, seemingly unaffected. Now Mjoll raised an eyebrow and stepped back.
“Her quarters?”
“Yes. From what I've heard, she needs to speak with you privately, and her quarters would be the easiest place to get that done.” The guard gestured over towards the doorway. “Go on, then.” Mjoll walked forward slowly, her heart starting to beat uncomfortably loud. She wasn't quite sure what she expected to find behind the door at the top of the stairs, but she was certain it wouldn't be a pleasant surprise.
Maven was already standing in the middle of the hall when the door creaked open. She smiled wryly at the wanderer, only to be met by a cold, unfeeling stare. As expected, she thought curtly. She knew full well what Mjoll the Lioness thought of her and her entire family. Hopefully, this little experience would teach her to be a little more reserved about it.
“You took your time getting up here,” she began, approaching the younger woman. “I believe I asked to speak to you immediately.”
“My apologies,” Mjoll replied, her voice betraying her actual thoughts. Maven stepped forward again, this time gripping the girl's wrist with a tight hand and yanking her forward with her. Mjoll gritted her teeth, her arm tensing in Maven's grip as she was pulled closer to the first door.
“I think it's time we cleared up our misunderstandings, Mjoll,” the Jarl said sweetly, gesturing towards the room on the other side of the wall. Mjoll followed her gaze unwillingly, suddenly unable to speak.
She could see chains on the bed.
Re: "Disdain" Part 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-29 08:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: "Disdain" Part 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)"Disdain" Part 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)“Did you notice anything strange on your way out, Mjoll?” she asked, grabbing her other wrist and pulling her back once more with enough force to nearly topple the taller woman. Their power struggle had wound up in the bedroom after all, and the adventurer felt herself break out in a cold sweat as they drew nearer to the prison cell of a bed. “Perhaps,” Maven continued, “an unusually large number of guards near your dear Aerin's home?” Mjoll's eyes grew wide, and she panicked, though she wouldn't let her face admit it.
“If you hurt him, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you regret it for the rest of your life,” she hissed. In response, Maven finally shoved the adventurer back, pinning her down swiftly and moving for the chains.
“I won't have to, it seems. I've gotten you to cooperate now,” she announced, her voice mingling with the click of a metal cuff around Mjoll's wrist. As she felt the second one click into place, Mjoll could only squirm, kicking her still-free legs to try and free herself.
“I d-don't--” She was interrupted by a sharp slap to the side of her rear, and squealed more out of surprise than pain. Maven stood, moving downwards to fasten the remaining cuffs to her ankles before crossing the room and stopping at a drawer. Mjoll felt embarrassed tears springing to her eyes, the realization that she was bare naked, spread out across a mattress, and chained up all at once finally hitting her. The Jarl was returning now, her arms filled with a few unidentified things which were promptly dropped between the Lioness' spread legs.
“Now, first thing's first,” Maven said thoughtfully, lifting a thin sheet of fabric up for her captive to see. “It's not nearly as interesting if you know what's coming, wouldn't you say, Mjoll?” Before she could answer, her head had been pulled up by the hair, roughly enough to evoke another whimper, and the blindfold had been skillfully tied into place. “Very good. Now, where to start...” She moved slowly, as if she truly had to think about it, and settled for two pairs of tongs that had once been used by that ditzy court wizard of hers. “Mjoll, you have yet to learn where your nose does and does not belong,” she explained, snapping the tongs menacingly near the woman's ears before leaning down to murmur against them. “That said, you don't necessarily need to think of this as a punishment. In fact, you might even find it...enjoyable.” With that out of the way, she let go of the tongs, clamping them down over each of Mjoll's nipples and taking silent pleasure in the responding scream. The Jarl lowered her head now, kissing down the girl's stomach and readying her hand at the tight entrance.
Mjoll gasped when she felt three fingers slide into her body, and involuntarily bucked up against them. No, no, she couldn't allow herself to enjoy it, no...but the fingers were curling within her now, moving to the places only a fellow woman could understand the pleasure of...
A choked moan finally escaped her throat, and Maven smiled wryly, almost sadistically, before moving just a bit faster.
“See?” she asked, adding a fourth finger in and feeling the woman's body tighten around her hand. “Admit to me that you like this, my dear Mjoll. Nobody needs to know.” Mjoll shook her head firmly, gritting her teeth against her own panting, and Maven sighed regretfully, her hand loosening and leaving the wet body slowly.
“D-don't!” Mjoll suddenly cried out, silencing herself by biting her lip. That was more like it. Maven sat up straighter, moving closer to the bound girl's face.
“Don't?”
“Don't...don't stop.” Mjoll's chest heaved now, obviously upset with herself, and Maven finally leaned down to kiss her exposed lips. She didn't know how many little items still waited on the mattress, did she?
“We're only just beginning, Mjoll.”
Re: "Disdain" Part 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-11 06:53 am (UTC)(link)THIS IS FANTASTIC
Re: "Disdain" Part 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-10-27 02:06 am (UTC)(link)Mjoll waited for her captor's next move, fighting back embarrassed tears and an insistent lump in her throat. The tongs on her breasts hurt, yes, and the chains that kept her limbs from fighting were tight, but the thought of Maven Black-Briar seeing her like this, and her being powerless...she shook her head, unable to wipe away any tears, and sucked in her lips for comfort. Before she could think about it any more, she felt the fingers between her thighs again, and her own tightened as she stammered out.
“Please...please, unchain me...” Maven raised an eyebrow, four of her fingers pausing just before entering.
“Excuse me?” she said coldly, ready to spank her prisoner again for saying such a thing. Mjoll shook her head again, her chest shuddering with choked breath.
“If this is what you wanted...I-I would have...” she began, silently hating herself for saying such a thing. If it would get her out of these binds, she reminded herself...but there was a hint of truth in it, she had realized, and it was more embarrassing than anything about this situation. She whimpered again, returning to tearful silence, and heard Maven scoff again.
“You would have, hm? It's as I thought,” she remarked. “You really are easy to figure out.” Mjoll heard her shift again, this time closer to her, and soon the woman's body was pressed against her own and four fingers had slid inside her once more. She screamed out, her head falling back as she finally gave into the pleasure, and at long last, Maven rewarded her. The captor worked her hand hard between Mjoll's thighs, pumping her fingers and feeling them become wetter by the second as the adventurer's voice grew louder and higher. Mjoll's heart was pounding and her hips jerking upward to meet her, any qualms about dignity finally gone. And then, when it became too much to bear, she finally let herself loose, shrieking and squirming as she came and riding Maven's fingers until she was entirely exhausted.
When she had collapsed again, Maven retracted her fingers, wiping them carelessly on the bedsheets. They weren't her job to clean, after all. Smirking down at her captive, she moved swiftly, removing tongs and chains, pulling the blindfold free, and placing the woman's armor on the bed beside her. Mjoll remained in place, her chest still heaving and a confused, shocked look in her eyes as she observed Maven.
“That's all I needed,” the Jarl announced simply, gesturing at the pile of clothes. “Go on, get dressed. And I think it goes without saying that nobody hears of what has transpired here, understood?” Mjoll was silent, struggling into her armor and hurrying from the room without so much as a glance backwards. Maven wouldn't have to tell her twice. She was going to leave the Keep without any outward hint that anything had happened, and then she was going to go make sure Aerin was alright. Then...probably the Bee and Barb. Gods knew she could use something strong.
Re: "Disdain" Part 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-04-02 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)