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This is an old prompt and has already had two fills and one of them was a Dyce!fill (lucky us) but it wouldn’t give me peace until I’d written it all down. First fill of the Meme so please tell me if I’ve posted in the wrong place and I’ll sort it out. Enjoy!

Summary: Sometimes the game’s more fun than the prize.

The biggest problem, Enthir mused, with being the guy who could find those hard to get items wasn’t the danger or the people he had to deal with or even the constant squirreling away of a little something or two as protection against the day when it would all go spectacularly pear-shaped. It was the damn hours he had to keep. It wasn’t like he could set up shop and sit on his arse from dawn to dusk in Winterhold where most of the population would happily tip him into a crevasse. And he certainly couldn’t be completely open within the college, not under the eye of the archmage and his “advisor”. So he’d learned to keep an ear open at all times, get by on about six hours sleep a night and put up with the damned interruptions.

Mainly, these were the usual apprentice mages, desperate for some ingredient or another that was absolutely necessary to their research and they had to have it right this minute and to Oblivion with his need for sleep. Not that he cared that much; desperation was a costly position and they never complained about his fees.

This was different however. He’d been leaving the Frozen Hearth after a well deserved evening of drink, dice and needling Nelacar with scraps of tales and gossip from the College, when he’d seen the bundled figure lead a tired nag into one of the ruined buildings. Ah, so she was back. And not bad timing either. That Nord boy, Onmund, was wearing his patience thin with his begging and pleading. A man should learn to cut his losses in this life and move on to the next opportunity. Obviously this wasn’t a lesson that the Nords took to heart. If they did then maybe this miserable ice-patch in the arse end of Tamriel would be in better straights. No matter. Enthir couldn’t give a cracked Septim about politics unless it brought along a few hundred of its healthier friends to convince him.

He’d had time to get back to his room, stash his snow-covered hood and boots, find a book, a bottle of decent wine and settle himself on his bed before he heard the knock on the door. “Who is it?”

“You know full well who it is, Enthir.” came the voice.

“Come in, it’s not locked.”

The door opened and she pushed through, closing it and leaning back against the rough boards. She let a heavy pack slide from her right shoulder but in her left hand she held a long, wrapped bundle. Unlike the other mages of the College, this Dunmer woman wore robes only when engaged in classes in the Hall of Elements or while studying in the Arcaneum. When Hedvani set out for whatever errand seemed important enough to make her disappear for days or weeks on end, she went armed and armoured in leather and moonstone.

He judged that she’d come to him just after she’d arrived. She’d given herself enough time to change from her war gear and wore a linen shirt, warm but thin enough to show the line of her body, and soft leathers that clung to her long legs. A belt with scabbard and dagger, and a mage’s ever-present pouches were at her waist. She’d washed the dirt of the road from her hands and face but her dark hair was damp and the braids that pulled it out of her eyes seemed still frozen. Enthir had always found it hard to read the grim countenances of Dunmer with their ashen skin and their house markings but even he could see the lines of weariness etched around her eyes and the hard, straight line of her mouth. There was a cut too. No more than a few days old and starting to scar at the right side of her lips. The kind of thing, he remembered, that potions and restoration magic found difficult to remove due to the constant movement of the muscles. Or so he thought he remembered from the last time he overheard Collette haranguing a group of apprentices.

He rolled off of the bed and made a great show of stretching before pouring two goblets of wine and holding one out to her. “Have a drink, you look like shit.” He paused for a moment. “Frozen shit.”

“And it’s a high point of my life to see you, too.” She said but still she accepted the drink, sniffing it cautiously before taking a sip.

Enthir couldn’t help but grin. “Are you expecting me to poison one of my best sources?”

“No, just making sure it wasn’t mead,” Hedvani said and held out the long bundle to him. “Here.”

“Ah, my staff. I trust retrieving it wasn’t too much trouble?” Enthir took the bundle and went to set it beside a closet.

She ignored the sly comment and merely said “Inspect it.”

“That’s alright. I trust you.”

“That’s as maybe but I don’t want to find myself caught up in one of your little deals when you come back to me in a day or so and tell me something’s missing.” Hedvani’s voice was stern and she didn’t take her gleaming, red eyes from him when he merely shrugged and began to unwrap the thin leather.

Enthir ran his slender fingers over the wood and metal of the staff, examining it closely and even going as far as attempting to pry one of the gems from the head piece. It had been used recently and there was that tell-tale feeling of lightness, of insubstantiality, that came with a weapon that required recharging but it was sound and whole. He flashed her a thin smile and re-wrapped the staff. “Seems good to me. Or do you want that in writing?”

“You can write?” She feigned surprise. “Just give me Onmund’s amulet and that will be an end to it.”

He fished in a pouch and tossed the amulet to her, watching the silver glint as she turned it over in her hand. “Don’t trust me?”

“On the contrary,” she said as she slipped the piece into her own pouch. “I trust you implicitly to be the slyest, most self-serving thing ever to have slithered out of Valenwood. In that way you’re the most honest Mer I’ve met.”

“I’m touched. Now was there anything else you needed or did you just want to make me blush?”

The Dunmer woman slid into a chair near the small table and sat down before taking another sip of her wine. “Actually, there is.”

They spent the next hour going through the various treasures she had accumulated on her travels. Mainly jewellery, a nice little pair of swords with quality fire enchantments and some particularly hard to inscribe scrolls that he could make a good return on. In turn she dealt for some of his less savoury alchemical ingredients, a book or two that wasn’t ever going to reach Urag and a good pile of coins.

The bottle of wine slowly emptied and he found himself enjoying their back and forth. Generally he found haggling with his customers to be a royal pain in the arse. He either got some apprentice folding at the first offer, which was fine for his coin purse but boring. Or some puffed up idiot who asked for the moon in exchange for little more than rubbish and had to have rules of the marketplace not-so-subtly explained to them. But Hedvani knew her wares, knew the risks acquiring them and after a little dance, a little manoeuvring and perhaps a little flirting, could come to an arrangement that didn’t leave them both seething. That and she was a damn sight better to look at than most of his customers.

“One-eighty for the ring, four for the swords, the four gems, filled, and the dagger’s yours for two hundred.”

“One-fifty for the ring, three for the swords, four gems and the dagger’s mine anyway.” Enthir leaned back in his chair and regarded her. She paused for that fraction of a moment that let him know she’d accept eventually and then picked the dagger back up from the table.

“The rest’s yours but no deal on the knife.”

“Can’t give you what I haven’t got.” He finished his wine. “Three days til’ I meet a contact, throw in the dagger and you’ll have your price.”

“Unacceptable. I have to be gone by Fredas. I’ll sell it on the road.”

“You’re going to lug that around just hoping that you’re going to find some stranger with my generous disposition.” The wine must have had some effect, Enthir thought, as she actually scoffed at that. “Seems like a waste of your time and mine.” He leaned back in his chair and let his eyes roam over her form. “Maybe there’s something else I could trade you?”

She stayed silent and crossed her arms and for a moment Enthir had the feeling he’d horribly misjudged something for the first time in decades. Then he saw her lips twist in a crooked smile and heard her low, rich laugh. “So you want to fuck me and have me pay for the privilege?”

“I want to give you something to remember for those cold, lonely nights on the road,” he said with a touch of mock sympathy in his voice. “You get your coin I get the dagger and we both have a good time. I won’t even ask for the reward upfront.”

“What’s to stop me taking you up on your offer and walking out the moment I’m done if I’m not happy with the bargain?” she said but there was still a smile on her lips.

“I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about that.”

Hedvani regarded him with a raised eyebrow and then nodded. “You’re not entirely unattractive. Do as I say, behave yourself, and you’ve got a deal.”

He wisely did not grin from ear to pointed ear as he stood up and crossed from the other side of the table to stand in front of her. She put up a hand to rest on his chest as he came closer and grasped the front of his robe. She tangled the fingers of her right hand in the fabric and drew him down until his lips were at a level with hers. He pushed forward to kiss her only to have her shake her head slightly and slide her hips forward in the chair, hand still pulling him lower.

So that’s how she wanted to play? More than fine by him. He sank down onto his knees settled between her legs and ran his hands over her leather-clad thighs. The soft leather was warm with the heat of her body and beneath it he could feel the hard, smooth muscle of her legs. He reached the join of her thighs and brushed his thumbs down over the seam and felt the heat intensify.

Their next movements were swift. His fingers working at the laces of her trousers. Her lifting her hips so that they could slide the leather down. Leaning back on his heels so that he could pull off both her boots and clothes. Leaning forward again, his hands returning along the path of her inner thighs.

Hedvani lifted the hem of her long shirt over her hips, smoothing a hand across the smoke coloured skin of her belly. Enthir slid his fingers over the soft patch of hair and parted her wet heat. He lingered there for a moment, enjoying her scent and letting the moment stretch out before leaning in to taste her. She was salt and slightly sour, familiar, new and utterly arousing at the same time. He drew his tongue up and heard the hitch of breath in her throat. That surprised, unguarded sound went straight to his cock.

Enthir amused himself with an old trick from his apprentice days, tracing the lines of runes across her clit and smiling inwardly when she shifted her legs further apart and tilted her hips towards him. Her breath came in ragged little gasps as she held on to every last scrap of control but she rocked instinctively against his mouth. An old trick, yes, but still effective (and the only damn reason he could remember a lightning rune to this day).

Soon he was sliding one finger, then a second into her slickness, feeling her tighten around them and shudder slightly when he crooked and nudged them forward. His other hand was working at the belt and fastenings of his robe, pausing briefly to brush against his maddeningly hard cock. Then the touch of her hand on his shoulder and then his neck as she slid her fingers up to the short brush of hair at the sides of his head before twining them through the crest and pulling his head up and back to look at her.

“Bed. Now.” She said, her eyes dark and glittering in the candlelight and the smoky blush rising across high cheekbones.

“Anything you say.”

They rose together, hands tugging at his clothing, letting his belt and pouches fall to the floor as she pushed his robes from his shoulders. Enthir pulled her close into a kiss that she returned hungrily. A muffled groan sprung from his lips as he felt her fingers slide down and rub firmly at his cock, the friction of the cloth delicious and frustrating as he ground against her hand. They broke apart only so that she could skin her shirt over her head and strip off the thin band of cloth that bound her breasts and then they were pressed against each other once more, his hands tugging at the lacings of his leggings as they backed towards the bed.

There was a brief, struggle was too strong a word for it, and he was on his back, the last of his clothes kicked to the floor. He looked up to see her straddle him, positioning herself just beyond his straining cock; strong, proud and powerful in the candlelight. Hedvani was glaring down at him with a mixture of unspoken challenge and lust in her red eyes. Whatever else happened after tonight that image alone was going to keep Enthir warm at night for years to come.

The thought was driven from his mind when she lowered herself down and enveloped him in tight heat. His hips bucked but she held her position for an exquisite, agonising moment before sliding down until their bodies met. He stroked his hands up over her waist to cup her breasts, then down her back, tracing smooth skin and old scars alike, to her buttocks, pulling them even closer. Her eyelids fluttered and shut as she rode him, head tilted back and her white teeth showing as they bit into her lower lip.

Enthir took that moment’s opportunity to jerk his hips and twist her under him, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes flashed open, fury lacing the lust but she didn’t try to roll him off. He drove deeper into her, over and over, mindless and chasing pleasure. He could feel her wrap her legs around him tight enough to hurt, her nails leaving trails of fire across his back. She clenched around him and he felt her whole body go taught as she cried out. And then everything collapsed down into the white hot point of his own climax.

He was still panting when they parted, rolling on to his side and propping his head on his hand as he watched her stretch out like a sun-warmed cat before leaning up to kiss him deeply.

“So?”

“Technically,” Hedvani paused, her lips a hairsbreadth from his. “You broke the terms of our agreement”

“Can’t say you didn’t enjoy yourself,” he said with a smile and stroked a path over her sweat dampened skin between the curves of her breasts.

“No, I can’t deny that,” she said as she rolled to her feet and went in search of her clothes. “But I was quite specific.”

“When do I get my reward?”

She didn’t answer him, only shrugged on her shirt and pulled on her leathers, grabbing her boots as she went.

“Hedvani?”

And shut the door.

“Hey!”

Enthir flopped back onto his bed with a groan. He should have known better than to even think of trying this with a Dunmer, damn women were raised to play games. Still he could chalk it up to acceptable losses, very acceptable losses that he wouldn’t mind taking again in a heartbeat, but losses none the less.

He was still grumbling to himself when a dagger, scabbard and all, sailed through the hastily opened door to land on his bed.

Tags: char:Enthir, char: FPC, race:Dunmer, relationship:Het, kink:Oral,

Multiple Enthir fills on the meme lately, I feel so spoiled.

I loved this! The Dunmer character, their banter, the lightning rune bit, the whole thing. And you say this is your first fill? It's great. I hope you keep writing around here. :)

That was your first fill? Well, wow, I'm glad you've joined us. I really like how strongly you got Enthir's voice. And then you gave us a lovely Dunmer lady ordering him around like he so deserves - very nicely done indeed.

Thanks for your kind comments. I'm Glad you enjoyed it and it's encouraging to hear that I managed Enthir's voice right.

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