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So, we know for a fact that Mercer can turn himself invisible. The version of this power that's available to us is limited in time; but let's assume he managed to somehow unlock a much more long lasting version of it? I don't care how, let's just... assume.

Let's also assume he's been lusting after the newest recruit. He doesn't know whether she'd accept him or not, and he doesn't care either. I want to see him sneak into her bed and ravish her while he's invisible and she's ambivalent about what's happening.

The big kink here is invisibility. I'd prefer dubcon over noncon, her enjoying it is part of the appeal to me. Bonus if you have it happen in a public location (such as the cistern) where they both have to keep very silent in fear someone might investigate. Double bonus if f!DB ends up suspecting Mercer but doesn't have enough proof to do anything about it. I'd prefer a breton, but imperial, redguard, bosmer or dunmer DB would be fine too. Please no scat or straight up mutilation/death, but, apart from that, the kinkier, dirtier, more depraved it is... the more I will love you!

Woah, long prompt is long, sorry. Hope someone picks this up!

Oh god I love this!
Seconded! :)

Coly hrap! I was going to prompt something like this. With the same characters and kinks. Kinky minds kink alike?

Indeed, they do! Actually, I was surprised nobody had prompted anything like this yet. I would do a fill for this myself, but I know for a fact that I can't write Mercer properly.

I had a similar prompt in mind so I really hope someone eventually fills this. I would do it myself but I'm working on two different fills, plus another two at a different kink meme. D:

I'd like to fill this as part of Taking Care of Business and have Ingun as the...uncertain participate. Is that okay, OP?

OP is intrigued. And perfectly fine with it. Thanks!

Title: Taking Care of Business Part 6 - Blindsighted
Summary: Mercer is finally back in Riften and his first order of business is to get revenge on Ingun Black-Briar for her involvement of drugging him at the Thalmor Embassy. The untimely arrival of her brother forces him to use his Nightingale Invisibilty power, but that doesn't mean the fun has to stop there....

Kinks: ES:Skyrim, Char:Mercer_Frey, Char:Ingun, relationship: het, prompt:filled, race:breton, race:nord, kink:crack/humor, kink:dub_con, kink:rough_sex, kink:age_difference, kink:public, kink:invisibility, kink:forced_orgasms, series:taking_care_of_business

Ingun woke alone in her small basement in the Black-Briar Manor. She could have moved upstairs after the others had moved out, but she liked her personal alchemy set up too much to abandon it or to transfer all of the sensitive materials upstairs. She stretched lazily before getting ready for the day.

Today was her day to run the shop for Elgrim. She remembered how tickled she had been when the old man finally trusted her enough to let her handle the customers on her own. It didn't matter that most of the time he and his wife were still in the shop since their living area was in the back. They trusted her to keep the customers satisfied with her mixtures and that was a sight more trust than her own kin ever gave.

Many people would have hated working in the dark, dank shop, but it suited Ingun just fine. She loved grinding the ingredients, mixing them, and letting them brew until they were just right. Most of her time was spent cleaning while the potions simmered.

That's why it was odd when she noticed the door was slightly ajar.

Riften was more temperate than the northern holds, but it was still important to stay warm. Undetected drafts could equal death if the chill got into a person's lungs. Ingun frowned as she closed the door. She could have sworn that she had latched it properly when she came in.

Just as the door clicked shut, Ingun felt a pair of rough hands on her shoulders. She gave a small cry of surprise as she was shoved hard against the wall. Hot breath wafted over her face as her assailant growled, "Miss me?"

"Mercer," she whimpered.

"She gets it right in one try," Mercer taunted. He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm painfully behind her back. "Give the girl a sweetroll."

Ingun's cry was louder as the pain shot through her arm. "Please don't hurt me," she begged, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, but I was just getting started for repaying you for your little prank at the Thalmor party," Mercer snapped. Two months ago Maven had dragged Mercer along to the Thalmor Embassy's New Life Day party. Ingun had slipped one of her potions into Mercer's drink in the hope of seducing him while he was under its effect. Unfortunately, her mother had found him first. When he found out that Maven was wearing an Amulet of Mara, he had followed her down to the main room and loudly declared his love for her. "They didn't take kindly to an uppity Breton disrupting their little gala. And do you know whose fault that is?"

"Mine!" Ingun screamed as Mercer wrenched her arm higher. "It's my fault!"

"Exactly," Mercer purred, releasing some of the pressure on her. "If you hadn't drugged me, I would have never been down there acting like a fool. I-"He paused, his head tilted, listening. "Someone is coming. Don't tell them I'm here or you won't live to regret it."

And just a quickly, he was gone.

Ingun stood there shaking, trying to get her breath back as she scanned for any sign of the master thief. There wasn't. He was just gone. There one second probably about to kill her and then thin air the next. She scurried behind the counter, hoping her trembling would be less noticeable from there.

The door opened to reveal her older brother, Hemming. Ingun didn't know whether to feel relieved or scared. "Wel-welcome to Elgrim's Elixirs," she stammered. Thankfully, she sounded mostly normal.

"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."

Hemming frowned. "I'm worried about you."

"I-I'm worried too," Ingun admitted with a gritted grin. Sweat poured down her face. Gods, she was so close. Mercer's cock was filling her completely as he used her. She wanted to bend over the counter and just grab the other side and hold on for dear life as Mercer fucked her. If only if her stupid brother wasn't here! "I just…can't…talk right now."

"Fine, I'll come back later and we'll talk over dinner," Hemming suggested.

Finally!

Before Hemming could open the door, it swung ajar on its own to reveal Elgrim and Hafjorg. The older couple looked curiously between Hemming and Ingun.

"What are you doing here?" Ingun shouted. She felt like she was going to cry. Why did they have to show up right now?

"We thought we would stop by and give you a lunch break, dear," Hafjorg said, her eyebrow rising in surprise.

Ingun swallowed in horror. Elgrim and Hafjorg were walking towards her and they were going to see how her skirt was hiked up over her hips and her privates were exposed for anyone to see. What was she going to do? It wasn't as if she could move with Mercer pressed against her like this.

"You should give her the day off," Hemming complained. "Look at her! She's absolutely flushed. If she's gotten sick from being down here all the time…"

Suddenly, salvation came in the form of Mercer pulling out of her. The feeling of her skirt falling back into place was the greatest feeling in the world!

"I think lunch is a wonderful idea!" Ingun cried. She smoothed her skirts as she ran from around the counter and out the door. "In fact, I'm going to take the entire day off!" She was certain they were looking at her as if she had lost her mind, but she didn't care.

The docks creaked under her feet as she ran up the stairs to the upper level. She had to get home and just think or something! This was going too fast and too weird and she was definitely out of her comfort zone.

Once the she was barricaded in Black-Briar Manor, Ingun finally started to relax. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute and breathing was impossible, but at least no one else was here. Hopefully, she hadn't burnt any bridges with Elgrim with her weird behavior today. And even if he or his wife had been offended, she was sure she could convince them to forgive her. She was a prodigy after all!

"Finally, alone," Mercer whispered in her ear. She screamed in shock. He was still invisible and she had no idea how he had gotten in the house.

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered.

"Why shouldn't I?" Mercer growled in her ear. His unseen hand grabbed her breast and twisted cruelly. "You shamed me in front of the Thalmor, you made me a fool to your mother, and I was tortured for weeks before Brynjolf could break me out. I promise you that anything I do to you will pale in comparison, my dear."

The last word dripped with venom.

Ingun couldn't stop from shuddering as Mercer spoke. Small tears clung to her eyelashes as she hugged herself. The Black-Briar daughter had never felt so out of her element in her life. She was a respected and well-known member of the most powerful family of the entire Rift. She had always had control before; she had always had the power.

But now, even in her own home, she was the powerless one. Maybe it would be easier if she could just see Mercer, but the thief maintained his invisibility. She hadn't seen any potion bottles or heard the clink of glass that indicated a container. There had been no incantations of a spell either and Ingun sincerely doubted that Mercer possessed the ability to cast spells. How was he doing it?

"Mercer, please…" she started. Ingun lost her ability to speak as Mercer's fingers unexpectantly wrapped in her hair and pulled back hard. He might be invisible, but that made him no less solid.

"You can beg better than that," Mercer chided. The hand holding her breast pinched her nipple through her dress, the nails almost piercing the sensitive skin. If not for her thick cloth, Ingun had no doubt she would be bleeding.

"Not really," Ingun whined. She had never begged before in her life. She had always gotten what she wanted growing up. If someone was foolish enough to deny her, all she had to do was find one of her brothers or her mother and they would take care of the problem for her.

Her dress suddenly shredded as Mercer ripped it open. She could feel his fingers digging into the cloth before it was torn apart. Her breasts fell free from her sundered breast band. The cold air made her nipples immediately harden and goosebumps run up her chest.

The young woman screamed in surprise. Her hands flew out, blindly seeking for Mercer's face to slap him, but she found no purchase. Mercer's laughter made her anger flare. How dare he? This was her home and she was a Black-Briar. No one messed with someone from her family.

Her crow of triumph when she finally landed a glancing blow was short lived when Mercer returned the gesture with a full handed slap. She reeled as she almost lost her balance. The only reason she didn't fall was Mercer grabbed her wrist and hauled her up and into his arms.

It was bizarre to hover three feet over the ground as Mercer carried her further into the house. Ingun cried out in pain when he dropped her rudely onto the dining table. Her skirt flew over her hips as her feet were pulled out from under her.

"What are you doing?" Ingun cried. It looked like her legs were dangling wildly in the air as she was half pulled off the table. Mercer's fingers were digging into her hips painfully as her underclothes fell apart into small strips of cloth. It looked like he had sliced them off.

"Disciplining you," Mercer growled. "Apparently you didn't learn enough at the store."

His cock slammed into her, giving her no time to prepare or adjust to his enormous girth. Ingun screamed, knowing no one would hear her. Mercer set a mercilessly fast pace as he rocked into her. The table shook from their mass as the thief fucked the alchemist.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, Ingun?" Mercer taunted. His hands were everywhere touching her, ripping the remains of her clothes off her, squeezing, pinching, and pulling. "You wanted my cock in you and that's why you drugged me. You wanted me to use you over and over until you couldn't walk."

"Yes, oh yes, please, please, more," Ingun babbled. She was answering mostly because she thought that's what Mercer wanted. It was hard to think as she scrambled to find some sort of hold on the hard table's surface. Her legs wrapped around the older man, making an odd "O" shape in the air. He was so hard, so fucking hard.

"I'm going to fuck you like you want, you dirty little whore," Mercer promised darkly. "You don't need to drug me if you want my cock. I'll gladly use it on you any time." His hands left imprints in her fair skin as he held her down.

Ingun screamed hard enough to hurt her throat as she came, but Mercer didn't stop or slow down at all. He kept fucking her roughly as he pulled her legs higher. "Please, stop," she asked, but if he heard her, he didn't answer.

"We're nowhere near done," Mercer chuckled. He withdrew from Ingun only long enough to flip over onto her stomach. Then he was in her again, fucking her hard, uncaring that she was already tighter post orgasm. "I have to make sure you get your fill of me."

"Oh gods," Ingun moaned as she held onto the table. She was peaking again already. Her orgasm ran through her body, leaving her feeling weak and boneless.

And still Mercer didn't stop.

She was rolled onto her side, her left leg held up high in the air. Mercer's hand held her ankle to keep her from moving away as he thrust into her over and over. Ingun had no idea how he was maintaining for so long, but she was starting to hurt from how long and violently he had been slamming into her. She arched into his form as a third hard orgasm crashed through her again.

"Please, please stop, please," Ingun cried, tearing running down her cheeks. It felt so good, but it hurt so damn much too. She wasn't sure she could deal with another forced orgasm. "I'll do anything you want, but only if you'll stop."

"Anything?" Mercer paused, his voice amused.

"Anything," Ingun nodded. "Please."

The Nord slid to the ground as Mercer withdrew from her. She panted wearily as she leaned against one of the table's chairs that had been knocked over during their coupling. The area between her legs throbbed painfully from Mercer's attentions and the intense orgasms she had endured.

An invisible hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at the ceiling. Before she could ask what Mercer was doing, she heard his breathing quicken. A squirt of semen appeared in the air before it landed on her face. She squealed in surprise and humiliation as it ran down her cheek and partly into her mouth.

As Ingun wiped away the mess, Mercer finally shimmered into view. He had already tucked himself back into his pants and not a hair looked out of place. For a second, Ingun hated him, the smug bastard. But another part of her had to admit that she as even further intrigued by him. No one else would dare to even think of what he had done to her, much less try it. Only Mercer Frey would have had the gall to assault her.

And despite the pain between her legs, there was a twinge of interest at the possibility of this happening again.

Mercer smirked as he crouched by Ingun while she licked at the spunk clinging to the side of her mouth. He ran his fingers through her sweat soaked hair, almost gently after how he had fucked her. "I hope you learned your lesson, my dear," he taunted.

"Maybe," she whispered, her voice husky. "Sometimes I'm a slow learner."

"I'm not a patient teacher," Mercer snarled, but his grey eyes looked amused at her impertinence. He ran his fingers along her collar bone. "There something I want you to do. I am in need of your expertise in potions."

"Is that so?" Ingun asked. She hated to admit it, but she was thrilled at his request. No one had ever asked for her specifically before when they needed something from the shop.

"Yes," Mercer grinned evilly. "I want you to make more of that potion you used on me during New Life Day. Then I want you to tell me everything you know about Maven's everyday life at Mistveil Palace. I'm going to teach her a lesson next."

A/N: Hope the OP likes this. Invisibility is not a personal kink, but I did think of this general story when I saw the prompt initially. Definitely the most crack smut I've ever written.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa Nonny, you had me laughing and laughing and then quietly squirming and then laughing some more and then laughing and squirming at the same time, and...

... What I'm trying to say is that I thoroughly enjoyed this. Mercer being a bastard is always amazing, and the exchanges with Hemming had me cackling like a madanon.

Thank you!

... Also, it really would be a strange image, looking onto somebody getting invisibility!boned XD

Thanks, Anon!

I agree probably the most fascinating thing about invis sex would be the odd body squishing you can't normally see because of your partner!

Lots of squirming happened over here too. XD

OP enjoyed this thoroughly. It was exactly what I was looking for... sweet, delicious dubcon (bordering on noncon), the absolute panic of having to keep one's reactions under check in a public enviroment, and the humiliation of being unable to not only fight back, but to even see the attacker... holy crap. Not to mention that I love your Taking Care of Business series, and to find that you're writing a chapter inspired by my prompt makes me all happy inside.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! And, oh, I can't wait to see what's next. I wonder if Mercer will manage to do what he plans to...

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