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

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Maven laughed as she wove her fingers into Anika’s hair and pulled back to expose her neck. The Nord bit hard, starting just below the jaw and worked her way down to the crook of Anika’s neck. She could feel her leg dampen from Anika’s arousal as she continued to rub against her. Maven quickened her pace, practically riding the girl as they stood.

Anika tried to struggle against being dominated by Black-Briar, but gods it felt so good. The pressure kept building up as Maven pressed against her, moving in the way only another woman would. Finally, Anika relented and let her orgasm roll through her.

When she finished, she found that she was only standing because she was tied into place. It felt like her legs were jelly. At least it was over.

“We’re not done,” Maven said, almost as if she could read the Redguard’s thoughts. She laughed at the astonished expression on the girl’s face. “Not by the slightest bit. I want to hear you beg.”

The pressure from the leg was gone and replaced by long fingered hands. Maven pressed her thumb against Anika’s clit and swirled it lazily while another finger slid into Anika’s folds. Maven removed her hand and licked a sopping wet finger. “Hm, sweet,” she chuckled. “Almost as sweet as my bee’s honey.”

Then her hand was back and she was pumping hard against Anika, giving no mercy in her actions. Gods, it felt so good. There was no awkward fumbling or stumbling here. Maven knew what she wanted and how to get it. Another orgasm was building up and no matter what Anika did to stop it – thinking of getting caught stealing, trying to say the alphabet backwards, thinking of the worst smells ever – she wasn’t able to stop from coming again.

Dust fell from the ceiling as Anika strained against her bonds. She managed to stifle her cries as she came. At least she had that little bit of dignity to hold onto.

“Oh, that was a good one,” Maven murmured. “Let’s try for an even better one.”

The Nord continued to bite along Anika’s shoulder as she fingered her harder and harder. Her pace didn’t waver and in fact quickened as she continued to finger fuck her captive thief. Meanwhile Maven’s free hand had found Anika’s breast and pinched and pulled the Redguard’s nipple almost lazily.

Maven started to whisper gently in the younger woman’s ear. “You’re so young and lovely. You must have men and women constantly wanting your favor. You strike me as the type who holds back though. You think yourself better than the rest. Here, you’re nothing though. You’re mine to use as I wish. I don’t want you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t use you.”

It took everything in Anika to focus on breathing so she wouldn’t cry out at Maven’s taunts. She had bitten her lip so hard that blood was running down her chin. It stung as she bit it again as her third orgasm crashed through her body – unwanted but still so gods damn good.

“You seemed a little less enthusiastic about that one,” Maven reprimanded. She bent down and picked up the crop again. “I think I need to work you up again.”

“M-maven?” Anika stuttered.

“Shush,” Maven pressed one finger against Anika’s lips to quiet her. She could smell her own arousal on the Nord’s finger. Maven winked. “Just relax. That’s what I’m working on.”

Maven started at Anika’s feet, flicking the crop against them sharply before moving up the woman’s legs. When she reached the Redguard’s ass she struck there until both cheeks were covered in lash marks. She travelled up Anika’s torso to her breasts, the tip of the crop flickering over the sensitive nipples with as much tenderness as a Khajiit’s tongue. Finally, she slapped it against the bite marks along Anika’s neck and shoulders.

Anika shuddered against the blows. She expected Maven to start fingering her again, but this time Maven turned pushed the crop against Anika’s folds and ground it against her clit. The leather of the whip scraped unforgivingly against her too-sensitive skin, but it didn’t stop Anika from coming for a fourth time.

“Oh please, oh gods, please,” Anika screamed as she came. She bounced against her restraints hard enough to leave red angry marks against her ankles and wrists.

“That was the best one yet,” Maven said, her voice full of praise. “Now, let’s see if we can do even better.”

“No, please,” Anika wept. “Please, I’m sorry I shot off my big mouth. I’m sorry I said all those mean things about you. Please. I’m sorry.”

“I know, dear girl,” Maven said gently. She ran her hand down Anika’s jaw softly. “I know.” She turned to Maul. “Maul, untie her, clean her up, and make sure she is escorted properly back to the Ratway. It would not do if something were to happen to her between here and the city.”

“Of course, Maven,” Maul said. He had the thief’s clothes in his hands already. As Maven moved to go into the lodge, Maul untied the limp thief. When Anika fell to the ground, he squatted by her. “Do you see why I pledge myself to Maven instead of the Guild?”

Anika managed to roll over so she would watch the proud Nord striding towards her house with not a hair out of place despite the rather vigorous sex she had forced onto her reluctant guest. Damn that had been hot. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Far away in the cold hold of Haafinger below the estate of the Thalmor Embassy, there was a cave that smelled darkly of blood and death. Ribcages and femurs that look suspiciously like human bones littered the entrance. Screaming echoed inside the cavern before two men burst outside.

Brynjolf spun around and threw a pair of daggers back into the gaping black maw while Mercer, shirtless, stumbled further away. A roar filled the air as a frost troll followed the fleeing thieves. Its chest sported Brynjolf’s daggers as it swiped at the two men.

Brynjolf placed himself between his Guildmaster and the creature as it charged them. The Nord swallowed nervously. There were no weapons between the two of them and Mercer didn’t even have any armor. It didn’t look too good for the two thieves.

Another scream filled the air, this time behind the troll. “Don’t turn your back on me!” Vex challenged. She jumped on the creature’s back while twirling her twin Elven daggers before sinking them into its neck. Blood flew in the air as she slit its throat. “You totally owe me, Mercer,” the Imperial bragged as she slid to the ground.

“Don’t worry,” Mercer spat, “you’ll get paid.” The Breton stumbled to a tree and leaned against it, breathing in the fresh air. He had been the Thalmor’s prisoner ever since the New Life Festival. They had been convinced that he was a spy for their enemies and kept asking him all sorts of weird questions.

And fucking Maven Black-Briar had left him in their mercy. One word from her and he would have been released. Instead he had been abandoned and forgotten.

Mercer jumped when Brynjolf placed his hand on the Guildmaster’s shoulder. “Our horses are tied up nearby,” the Nord indicated with a jerk of his chin. “We can ride to Solitude to get a horse for you and some clothes.”

“Good,” Mercer nodded. “Then we head for Riften.” He growled softly. “I have some unfinished business to take care of.”

Ugh, I should have marked it as 6/6, but I messed up.

I really enjoyed writing this. I give huge kudos to the anon who helped me with input on the forced orgasm kink. I actually have no experience or knowledge of it and so her preferences in this area helped out a lot!

Oh my god, de-anoned nonny, I enjoyed that so much! I've been reading all of Taking Care of Business, and your Maven is just such an amazing, attractive lady, getting whipped by her is the greatest privilege :D

Thank you!

GAH!
I'm so happy this has been filled - femslash isn't very popular on here so I wasn't holding out much hope!
But thank you A!A for your utterly wonderful and sexy fill!
;)

You are most welcome, OP!

I agree that there's a lot less femslash than any other relationship type. I write a lot more het personally and this isn't my personal kink, but I really loved stretching my abilities by giving it a try. And I admit that it's perfect for Maven.

You sucked me in with the Maven/Mercer bit, so I stayed for the femslash. SO glad I did. This was beyond hot.

I've never been into femslash before, but this fandom is quickly bringing me around.

Thanks for hanging with me, Anon. =D

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