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Re: Summerset Surprise 2/5
Date: 2012-11-15 05:03 am (UTC)"Linwe, we found this in the tunnels." One of them said. He didn't have to sound so smug about it. Chagrined, Niruin lifted his head to look this Linwe in the face. Then he lifted it some more. Tall bastard Altmer. Sometimes he felt they grew so tall on purpose just to ache his neck.
"Ah." Linwe said. "And why would you be creeping about here, little archer?" Less of the little, if you please, Niruin thought. And then he thought, shit, think of something.
"I was looking for mushrooms. I'm an alchemist, you see."
They started laughing. All of them. He didn't blame them- he could have done better. Should have done better. Stupid Brynjolf sending him on this stupid mission- he was probably going to die down here, because of those idiots at the guild. He was not best pleased about this. Linwe leant forward.
"Have you got a satchel?" He laughed. Then stopped laughing. "No, really though, that's not going to work. The thieves guild armour rather gives you away."
"It's cheaper to steal ingredients than pay for them?"
"And shooting at my men?"
Niruin thought of saying that elves ears were important in alchemy, but no. That was actually rather a sore point with him, he didn't expect the Altmer would be any different.
"He didn't look like the sharing type."
More laughter. Maybe he could just joke his way out of this, stranger things had happened. He could do with a bit of luck, was surely owed some the way things had been going lately...
"Do you want us to kill him, Linwe?" A voice from behind him said. Maybe not then.
"No, you know that we do not kill." The way he said it sounded like it was a point of honour. A good sign, a very good sign. "We will teach him a lesson, and send him on his way." Niruin fought to hide a smile. It wouldn't be his first beating, and with a few potions it wouldn't take him long to heal up afterwards. The mer behind him hauled him up by his arms, and Linwe reached forward to grab him by the jaw. "You've got quite a clever mouth. I wonder, can it do more than just talk?"
A spike of denial shot through Niruin brains, but before it had time to flourish the Altmer had presses a cruel mouth to his own. He tried to angle his head away but was gripped firmly by Linwe's hand on his jaw. When Linwe pulled away Niruin felt the shock in the muscles of his own face- a weakness he didn't like showing one bit.
"Now listen-"
"No, you listen." Linwe pulled Niruin's face closer to his own with his vice-like fingers. "If you struggle, this will only be worse for you. And if you bite, then by the eight I will shove my sword up your arsehole!" He drew the sword to make his point. Niriun gulped. Daedric. Those spikes would bloody hurt. More than a healing potions worth of damage too. "Understood?" He nodded as best he could against the hand holding his face in place. "Good."
With a nod the hands holding him up released him, and Linwe stepped back, letting go of his jaw. It was good to have his face back. Linwe spoke again. "Hadn't you better get on your knees?" A snicker from the group behind him. Niruin got down, but couldn't hold back the look of dismay when Linwe got his cock out, already stiffening as the Altmer stroked it leisurely.
"What's wrong, I thought Bosmer liked eating meat?" Racist bastards, Niruin thought, with a scowl. He'd thought the Nords were bad. He looked behind him.
"You want an audience then?" He asked, hoping half heartedly that Linwe would send them away before he had to humiliate himself. Of course, some people liked that sort of thing. They all laughed, again. He was starting to hate the sound of laughter. Stifling his mirth, Linwe spoke again.
"You could say that. Although, I do believe in audience participation." Niruin's shoulders sagged. This was the worst job he had ever been on by a long shot. What he wouldn't give to shoot Linwe and his merry bunch of laughing Bosmer-raping thieves in their faces with an arrow. Then who'd be laughing. Linwe's voice took on a sterner tone. "Enough talk. Open wide. And make it good. Remember the alternative."
Re: Summerset Surprise 3/5
Date: 2012-11-15 05:04 am (UTC)"Mmfh!" He started to struggle. Linwe took his cock out of Niruins mouth and pulled his head up sharply.
With a smug twist to his face he said, simply, "A cock's better than a sword, no?" Niruin had to agree, but he was far from happy about it. Linwe pushed Niruin's head back to his crotch and resumed his pounding, while the cold air hit Niruin's bare arse as his trousers were yanked down roughly. He tried to think of other things while a finger jabbed into his hole to stretch him, but all his thoughts came back to this ultimately humiliating moment. Hands lifted his hips, and as he felt the head of a cock being pressed into his opening, he realised that they hadn't even used spit to ease the entry. He braced himself for the pain, but suddenly the pressure ceased.
"The angle's all wrong, his legs are too short. We should lift him instead." Before Niruin had time to work out what in Oblivion they were talking about, Linwe had pulled his cock from his mouth and the hands were on him again, flipping him onto his back and lifting him into the air between his assailants. The Altmer behind him hooked Niruin's legs over his shoulders so his arse was held in place over the mer's crotch; Linwe grabbed his arms and held them so his hands were near the Altners shoulders.
"Grab hold and don't let go." Linwe snarled, panting with unfinished lust. Niruin did as he was told, and Linwe held him by his arm with one hand, and grabbed his hair with the other, pushing his neck back until his face, though upside down, once more level with Linwe's cock. So that's what they meant, was not what Niruin expected to think as the thrusting into his mouth resumed, but there's no accounting for the way the mind works under extreme stress. The mer at his other end grabbed one buttock and pulled it to the side with the delicacy and finesse of a drunken snow troll, and started pushing his cock in with the other hand. The unwelcome pressure again his rear make Niruin cry out against Linwe's groin, which only intensified the thrusting. He felt his muscles parting as the hard Altmer flesh slid into his hole, the length in him increased by the reverse thrusts of his body that travelled down him from the cock fucking his mouth. No time was given for him to adjust, and before he could think he was being fucked from back to front by the two elves, a pendulum of agony and humiliation swinging faster and faster as his abusers came closer to their peaks, the angle of his neck unbearable against the pressure of Linwe's constantly moving hips. All he could hear were the grunts of his tormentors and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, all he could feel was cock and the pain in his limbs as they took his weight. Gradually he became aware of his own cock stiffening, growing up into the air between his two captors. The betrayal of his own body was the final straw. Praying that the others would be too involved in their own pleasure to notice his arousal or his weakness, Niruin sobbed in despair, the sounds muffled against the length of spasming cock that filled his mouth. The cum shooting down his throat surprised him, and he inhaled some, chocking and coughing as Linwe withdrew with a sigh. The greater source of his discomfort continued for a while longer, but he took relief from the thought that it would soon be over, until Linwe passed his arms to another of the group.
Re: Summerset Surprise 4/5
Date: 2012-11-15 05:05 am (UTC)He took the opportunity to count them. There were five. Which meant two more. He didn't know whether to hope they would take him at the same time, so it would be over faster, or to hope they took turns, so it would be less to handle at once. He just hoped they didn't hold him up by his limbs again, the muscles in his shoulders and hips were aching from supporting his weight and the momentum caused by the thrusting.
One of them smirked and gestured at Niruin's betraying erection. "See, I said Bosmer like eating meat." They laughed, again. He lay back and groaned. Oh, for these idiots to be finished with him- it couldn't be soon enough. He lay placid while one of them flipped him over and pressed him into the stone floor. A hand went to the back of his neck to hold him down, as if he weren't already defeated, the other circled round his head to support the weight of the Altmer above him, on him. Knees from behind pushed his legs apart, and he spread them as wide as he could, his cock pressing against the rough coldness of the floor. His anus was slick with something, cum or blood he didn't know, but it made entry easier this time, although there was a sting to it. The cock filled him and stretched him, and the friction from the ceaseless movement of the Altmers hips sent thrills through his abdomen and down into his own cock, which, although sore from the rubbing of the stone beneath it, became more swollen and betrayed him with pleasure more and more. He was not going to give them the satisfaction of making him enjoy this, he was not, he was not, but all the determination was to no avail as the cock slid in and out of him again and again, stoking the fires of him own arousal which circled around his abdomen and seemed to build and build against this will. His grunts began to match those of the Altmer above him and he tried to bite into the ground to stop himself, his body, anything, everything, just stop, please stop, but it wouldn't, the pounding was ceaseless and he was overpowered and he lost himself as his body writhed despite the pain and his orgasm took him. As the waves of climax stole his body from him darkness crept into his vision and sensing unconsciousness was near he welcomed it, not caring if he saw the other side.
Re: Summerset Surprise 5/5
Date: 2012-11-15 05:06 am (UTC)"What happened lad? You were gone for longer than we expected."
He ignored the concern in Brynjolf's voice, and tempered his anger into a pointed understatement.
"It did not go well." The quiet fury which Niruin was emanating caused Brynjolf to use his most tactful voice.
"Are you alright? What-"
"I'm fine. Just fine." Niruin snapped. "I told you not to send me, I told you it wasn't the sort of thing I did, and everything went wrong, and-." He stopped, anger rising to a pitch that prevented him from speaking. He took a breath. "If you want something like that doing again, I suggest you send someone else. Perhaps your new best friend, seeing as he's so good at everything."
"Now, that's uncalled for-"
Niruin walked off before Brynjolf could finish speaking. "I'm going to practise my archery. If you need anything, I suggest you ask someone else for now." He strode away, not caring for whatever reaction he left behind him. Let them kick him out, he had other options, dammit. He went to the area where he practised, his spare arrows where he left them, the targets all lined up. He walked over to the furthermost target and, taking out a piece of paper and a dagger, pinned the note to the target. He then spent the next four hours shooting at it until it disintegrated. He had found it in his pocket when he woke in the field. As each arrow thrummed home he cursed them under his breath. Stupid. Bastard. Altmer. Eat. Their. Fucking. Hearts. Long after the note was just shreds of illegible paper he shot, trying to forget the words those mocking smug arrogant bastards had written him.
‘Thank you, come again.’
Bastards.
Bastards!
Re: Summerset Surprise 5/5
Date: 2012-11-15 01:15 pm (UTC)Now I'm craving revenge fic where those Altmer bastards die painfully.
Thanks for this, anon.
Re: Summerset Surprise 5/5
Date: 2012-11-16 02:53 pm (UTC)Re: Summerset Surprise 5/5
Date: 2012-11-17 09:52 pm (UTC)Re: Summerset Surprise 5/5
Date: 2012-11-17 01:56 am (UTC)