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Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 3/?
Date: 2013-04-04 05:12 am (UTC)"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.
Re: Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 3/?
Date: 2013-04-04 05:13 am (UTC)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."
Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 5/5
Date: 2013-04-04 05:16 am (UTC)"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.
Re: Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 5/5
Date: 2013-04-04 02:15 pm (UTC)... 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
Re: Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 5/5 (A!A)
Date: 2013-04-04 04:36 pm (UTC)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
Re: Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 5/5
Date: 2013-04-05 09:35 am (UTC)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...