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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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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.

Please don't stop!

F5 F5 F5

Sigurd felt his breath hitch as the elf before him popped the jar open, dipping his fingers into the substance.

“Wh...what are you going to do with that...?” he asked, more curious than fearful at this time. Before Niruin could answer, Thrynn rammed forward again, and he lost his focus in a lusty moan, his hands giving way and his elbows hitting the wood floor instead as firm hands gripped his length and rubbed hard against the tip, earning a cry in response and finally prompting Thrynn himself to release as well, his hands clamping down hard on the boy's back as he rode out every ounce of his need. At last, he pulled out again, laughing hoarsely and clapping a palm against Sigurd's back.

“Ah, I needed that. It's been too long since I've had someone so nice and tight...” he groaned, looking up at the increasingly impatient bystanders. Cynric had long since followed Delvin's lead, panting roughly as he fondled himself to the sight, but it was Rune who dropped to his knees behind Sigurd now, freeing his own hardened length and bending over him to whisper in his ear.

“I hope you aren't worn out just yet,” he sighed, accompanying the words with a firm yet restrained push forward. Sigurd could only moan again at this new invasion, not quite as harsh as Thrynn had been but so thick, and hardly noticed Niruin leaning up to slide honey-dipped fingers down the length of his back.

“Here, Rune,” he purred, turning to himself and adorning himself with the substance as well. “Enjoy him all the more, will you? I'll be right there...” Rune obliged more than willingly, his tongue tracing circles down Sigurd's spine as he rolled his hips forward against him, and the shopkeeper's assistant dared to look around even in his haze. Thrynn and Vipir, spent and sated, were seated on either side of Etienne, who was watching hungrily as his fellow guild-mate licked at and thrust into their hireling. Delvin had suddenly thrown his head back with a choked cry, apparently undone by the mere sight of it, and Cynric's breathing was coming out more as moans, hinting that he wasn't far behind. But his focus rested on Brynjolf himself, who was leaning against the wall, watching the scene unfold. His pants did nothing to hide his arousal, even as he stood silent and vaguely amused, but Sigurd couldn't help but note the look in those bright eyes.

He felt as though he was being watched by a saber cat.

Before he could muse over it more, though, Niruin was back, and he was shocked to find the elf's hardened length bare and dripping with honey. He knew what the thief wanted, and nodded up obediently, licking and sucking greedily at the cock and listening to Niruin and Rune groan almost in unison. The man behind him was becoming more and more desperate, his own member throbbing deep inside his lover, and moaned against Sigurd's back, murmuring increasingly dirty things to him and stroking almost gently at his mostly-ignored arousal. Niruin's thin fingers were stroking at his scalp all the while, matching his encouraging mutters of more and yes, yes and right there as Sigurd sucked him deeper. Behind him, Etienne stood abruptly, striding across the room and leaning up to whisper something to Brynjolf. The redhead chuckled, nodding, and murmured something back before pulling the smaller blonde to his side, his attention turning back to the scene on the floor just as Rune threw his head back and swore loudly, filling Sigurd with more seed and grabbing hard enough at the man's length to evoke a pained gasp. The thief had hardly pulled back when Brynjolf stepped forward, an arm tight around an almost-shaking Etienne and his eyes never wavering from Sigurd as he spoke.

“Hurry up, will you, Niruin?” he asked sweetly, pushing the blonde to his knees. “This one and I have been so patient, but...I think it's about time we had our turn. We did save the best for last.”

Niruin smiled wryly, his hands still rubbing at the top of Sigurd's head as the hireling's tongue worked at him.

“Just a...just a moment...” he purred, his legs shaking as he stiffened once more. He pushed harder at Sigurd, forcing him down just far enough to evoke the reaction he needed, and the taste of seed stung at his throat once more. Fully spent at last, Niruin pried himself loose and stood, his knees still slightly wobbly as he allowed the remaining two to take their positions. Brynjolf was first, gripping Sigurd by the shoulders and pulling him up to his knees.

“Etienne wants you inside him,” he murmured, turning him around as the blonde dropped to his knees as well in front of them. “It's about time you got your turn, hm?” Sigurd nodded eagerly, leaning forward to grip the bed at either side of the newcomer. Before he could move further, he felt the leader's hands on his hips as he too positioned himself.

“You first,” Brynjolf ordered, his voice a growl in Sigurd's ear. Obedient as ever, the hireling pushed forward into Etienne, the tight feeling around his swollen, aching length almost too much to bear. In a second more, he could feel Brynjolf inside him, and the pressure at both ends had him instantly helpless. With a strangled cry, he began jerking forward, riding out his need to a receptive Etienne as Brynjolf pounded into him in turn. If there was any noise besides the shouts and moans of the three men, Sigurd couldn't hear it; hell, he could hardly hear anything in his haze. There was nothing but the feelings now, his cock deep in Etienne and Brynjolf's tip hitting nerve endings he had never felt discovered. His hands moved to the blonde's shoulders and gripped hard as his thrusts gained speed, the sensations all too much. He needed release, dammit, or he was going to--

Luckily, he didn't have to find out. One well-placed thrust from Brynjolf and a slight clenching from Etienne and he was gone, his head back on the redhead's shoulder as he screamed, spilling relentlessly into the thief below him. Finally, finally! The reward had come to him, as it always did.

As he collapsed onto Etienne's sweat-drenched back, he felt Brynjolf slowly easing his way out of him again, and sighed wearily. He felt the rumbling laughter of the blonde, and sat up again quickly, his face bright red as he freed the thief.

“I'm sorry,” he stammered quickly, allowing Etienne to turn around and pet the top of his head with a satisfied smile.

“Don't be. That was incredible,” he complimented him. He stood slowly and moved to dress himself, and Sigurd hurried to do the same as the remaining thieves returned to their own senses. Delvin clapped a hand down on the hireling's head, grinning.

“Shame you got me off before I even had a turn with ya,” he complained, his hand sliding under Sigurd's chin. “Ah, well. You did right by us, so we'll be back again. Trust me.” Sigurd glanced around at the others, nodding slowly and allowing himself a slight smile.

It couldn't be all bad...

That was so incredibly hot, I don't even have words.

Sequel please?

So ridiculously hot! I'm glad Sigurd got to enjoy himself as well. I agree with the other anon clamouring for a sequel :D

O.P. Here.

That was AMAZING! Thatnk you so much for the fill. I've reread it a number of times now and will likely continue to come back to it in the future. :D

Also, I agree with other anon's that I would love to see a sequel. After all, Delvin did promise that there would be a next time. :P

Hello there, everybody! So I just stumbled upon this again, and I suddenly have the urge to write that sequel after all. I'm not sure any of the original readers are still around, but would you be interested if you were? ;D

Don't know about anyone else but I'd love to read a sequel!

I would really love to see a sequel... I've re-read this story more times than I'd care to admit...

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