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Awww, thank you so much for your kind and encouraging feedback, fellow Anon! <3
Trust me, it will be so sinfully delicious it will turn the Tribunals' heads! XD

Thank you! ^^

BAHAHAHA!!! OH NELOTH, YOU HATH NO SHAME OR CONSIDERATION OF OTHERS! XD

This is pure gold Mia!Anon! The amount of snark passed between Neloth and Mia was utterly brilliant! It was the ending paragraph of Neloth commanding her to turn around that got me in fits of giggles - my cheeks are so sore from the smiling after that! *rubs cheeks*

Please keep 'em coming dear, sweet Anon~

Wow... Such a delectable teaser of the sexuality between Mia and Neloth. I'm lovin' it, Anon! X3

Please, do continue; now I'm hopelessly craving moar of your delicious, sexy and humorous work! ;p

"This is Earth. America, to be more specific. New York, if you want to be really specific. And oh my god, it is an honor to meet you, Vilkas." I beamed.

"How do you know who I am?" he demanded, looking as though he wanted to run me through but wasn't sure how dangerous a seventeen year-old girl could be.

I laughed kind of nervously. "It's a long story. Like, a really long story. And you probably wouldn't believe me anyway." How was I supposed to explain I'd seen him in my favorite video game? How was I going to explain a video game in the first place? A tv?

I was going to need some help.

Glancing around quickly to ensure nobody had seen us - it wouldn't be too much trouble to pass Vilkas off as a goth cosplayer or something, but it'd be easier if I didn't have to explain at all - I pulled the tall Nord behind me into the house.

"Gotta call Shay," I mumbled distractedly to myself. "Look, I'll explain as well as I can in a minute, but... There's a lot to cover, to say the least. I'm going to recruit some help," I told him, pulling my cell out of my pocket.

"You're leaving?"

I glanced up at the Nord from where I was finding Shay's contact on my phone and grimaced. "Ah, no. You won't get it if I tell you. I just... Give me a minute, and I can explain - hopefully - and we can try to figure out how to get you back."

The gruff man crossed his arms but remained silent as my phone rang and rang, until I thought it was headed straight to voicemail - curse my luck - and Shay picked up. "Oh, thank god," I said into the phone. "Look, I need you to come over. Like, now. You won't believe it unless you see for yourself." Thankfully, it wouldn't take her long - she did live down the street. And in the meantime, I could begin explaining things to my confused companion.

Shay sighed. "I'll be right over. This better be important."

I glanced at Vilkas. "You have no idea." I'd barely jabbed the end call button with my thumb when a question came from my displaced charge.

"What was the purpose of speaking into that box?"

No cell phones on Nirn. Right.

"It's a cell phone," I said lamely. Like that explained anything. "Basically, what it does is allow two - or more - people who are too far away to speak communicate. Because it's cellular, I can take it and use it anywhere. If that makes sense."

I could practically see the cogs turning in his brain - at least Vilkas liked to learn, right? Right - but he just nodded briefly.

Oh, where did I even begin?

"You've got to have a lot of questions, and I'll try to answer them - and I'm sure Shay will too, when she gets here - but first things first. You look completely out of place here." I sighed. "I'm not gonna sugar coat it. As I mentally noted earlier, you look kind of like a medieval knight crossed with a goth - ah, that's someone who wears lots of dark makeup and talks about death and how meaningless life is - cosplayer - someone who dresses up as a character from a book or something. Like if you were to dress up as the lusty Argonian maid and act all depressed!" I smiled, pleased with my simile.

Vilkas appeared less amused. I rolled my eyes and directed him down the stairs - no use in standing on the landing for all eternity.

"Just sit on the couch - the green thing with flowers, yep - and make yourself comfortable."

He looked anything but.

I'd almost offered him a drink - there was no mead in the house, but maybe he'd like a beer? - when the doorbell rang. Oh, thank goodness; Shay was here.

--

I have to apologize for my lack of experience writing first person, but I hope this is at least relatively enjoyable regardless. :)

In which Vilkas debates the morality of running two teenage girls through, regardless of whether they can help him get back home.

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I left Vilkas to flee up the stairs, unlocking the deadbolt and flinging open the door to see my two years older, curly-haired, Skyrim-obsessed (not that I wasn't) friend. Her old green Subaru was parked sloppily in the driveway and they keys were still in her hand, though she looked impeccable as always, not a single chestnut hair out of place.

"I got here as fast as I could," she told me. "What's up?" Shay looked worried, and I wasn't surprised. I hadn't exactly sounded calm over the phone - still wasn't exactly calm.

I made a face. "You won't believe it unless you see it," I said finally, grabbing her around the wrist (ignoring the bracelet digging into my palm) and pulling her behind me down the half flight of stairs, kicking shut the door behind me. "Look," I said urgently, pointing at the grumpy warrior sitting, arms crossed, on the ugly flower-printed couch and looking distinctly displeased.

Shay sighed, placing her forehead on three thin, perfectly manicured fingertips. "So... You found a Vilkas cosplayer. Great. That's really what you called me over to see?"

My eyes widened - I hadn't considered the possibility that Shay wouldn't think he was real, but I couldn't blame her; she hadn't been crashed into by a spontaneously appearing Nord.

I was saved the trouble of having to explain that no, he was not a cosplayer by Vilkas himself. "I am not the lusty Argonian maid!" he shouted and I winced a bit. Yeah, on second thought, maybe that wasn't the best comparison I could have made.

Shay raised an eyebrow. "What's he going on about?"

"I, ah... Tried to explain cosplay. I don't think he got it." Granted, I hadn't explained that well...

"Wait, so you're saying...?" Shay asked tentatively.

I nodded. Vilkas sat there and looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"No way."

"Way."

"Seriously?"

"For real."

"Why couldn't it have been Farkas?" Shay sighed happily, thinking about the character.

I gave her a look. "No way. Vilkas is the better twin."

This was an old argument, and one saved from continuation by the werewolf's disgruntled clearing of his throat. "I am right here."

Shay waved a hand distractedly. "Yeah, yeah. Why couldn't it have been Brynjolf?"

We shared a look. "Brynjolf," we chorused, like a bunch of crazy fangirls at a Justin Bieber concert (or like we had at that Bullet For My Valentine concert last summer... a story for another time). At least we could agree on that.

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sorry not sorry

Aye, I have the same problem as well; t'is a great pain. >(

Ooh, I await eagerly for their epic tumble under the furs! XD
That's great! I suppose when you're writing a character for a while you get the hang of it. :)

Wow! Level 68, now that's mighty impressive of your Breton!

Squee! I will keep an eye out! ;)
Thank you! ^^
OP

Afterwards, Mia leaned in the doorway of Neloth's bedchambers. As requested, she was nude and dripping wet. He was busily at work, using a mortar and pestle to grind up some anonymous ingredient into a fine powder. After several moments of silence, Mia was about to clear her throat, thinking that he didn't know she was there.

Before she could do so however, "Ah, yes. You're finished, then? Took you long enough. Very well, lay down on my bed if you please." The master wizard waved a careless hand towards his sleeping platform without bothering to turn around.

She didn't move, "What's that you're mixing up? You're not gonna use any weird spells on me during this, are you? I wasn't exactly a fan of having tentacles burst from my eyes."

"Dear girl, this is merely some ground Chaurus eggs. I am running low on invisibility potions," he replied, finally glancing over his shoulder to acknowledge her. There was a slight hesitation as he examined her, then he fully turned, eyeing her with a gleam in his ruby-red eyes.

Mia offered a lopsided smile and preened a bit, rather enjoying the way he was looking at her. She hadn't any idea of what ol' Nellie was like in bed, but if his usual demeanor was any hint, she was in for an amusing time. This seemed to annoy him for some reason, and his usual glower returned in full force.

"You're dripping water all over my floor, girl," he snapped.

She shrugged, "Have your steward clean it up. Isn't that why you made me find you a new one? Besides, you're the one who wanted me wet. Isn't that right?"

He crossed the distance between them quite suddenly with three large strides and roughly cupped her chin with one large hand, "You don't listen very well at all. I've half a mind to show you the penalty for insubordination."

The girl's grin widened and she reached up and took hold of his beard, giving it a sharp tug, "I don't think you have the balls, Nellie."

Instantly, Mia found herself flung unceremoniously across his bed. Surprised at his deceptive strength, she blinked up at him; a flitting expression of uncertainty crossing her features. He loomed above her, glaring fiercely down at her. Had she gone too far? After a moment or two of mutual staring, the slightest smirk graced his mouth and Mia felt a rush of relief. He was amused, not angry. Slowly, deliberately he began to untie his robes, never once breaking eye contact.

Mia watched, interested. Neloth wasn't bulky and huge like the Nords in Skyrim, but lean and streamlined instead. The Telvanni wizard obviously didn't neglect his physical appearance, even if he was a bit over focused on his research. Slender yes, but she could see flat, corded muscles flexing smoothly under his grey skin as he undressed.

"Well? Do you approve?" He asked, arching a brow at her obvious appraisal.

"So far so good. And myself?" she replied, stretching back playfully in an unconscious attempt to make herself even more enticing.

Again, there was no reply, but she noticed his manhood wasn't flaccid at all; but stiffening and growing in length as she watched. Soon, it jutted out proudly, fully erect. It was quite long and suprisingly thick as well; Mia felt another rush of anticipatory heat in her loins.

"Come over here," he said softly, gesturing to the floor in front of him.

He smile took on a teasing quality, "Whatever for?"

Impatience flashed across his face, "You talk entirely too much, Dragonborn. Come over here, kneel in front of me and put that mouth of yours to better use. Now."

Slowly, she rose to her feet and sauntered over in a relaxed fashion, "Your instructions are unclear, wizard. You'll have to do better than that." Mia wanted to hear him say it.

Neloth grit his teeth in minute annoyance, displeased with her insolence. Still, he supposed it couldn't hurt to humor her, "I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock. Is that clear enough for you?" With that, he gave a brisk snap of his fingers and pointed towards the floor again.

I am loving this so far! Not only is it very very sexy, but it is also making me smile. I love Neloth's attitude! And Mia giving as good as she gets.

Again, she felt a surge of excitement at hearing such language from the usually standoffish Dunmer. Gracefully, she dropped to both knees before him and grasped his cock in one warm hand. His soft gasp did not go unnoticed as she gave the head of his shaft a quick lick with her little pink tongue. She did it again, wiggling the tip of her tongue around the small hole, before slowly taking it into her mouth.

"Gods," he murmured, momentarily letting his head roll back.

Encouraged, Mia began to swirl her tongue around his length as she slowly moved her head back and forth. Adding a bit of suction, she reached up to cup his scrotum at the same time, massaging it gently. She glanced up and saw that his breathing was getting deeper and his ears were growing red once more. It was incredibly endearing, and she smiled against his cock. Mia moved forward again, taking his entire length into her mouth, then slowly drew back, letting her tongue slide against him the entire way. Again. And again. And again.

Neloth felt his knees go a bit rubbery, and had to lean back against a table for added support. Her mouth was just so damned hot. He half-wondered if it was a result of having a dragon's soul. Honestly, he couldn't recall any other woman being so warm and- The wizard glanced down at the human girl, watching as she sucked him, bringing a hand up and tangling it in her wet hair, caressing her head and pushing it forward again. He watched her glance up with a knowing gleam in those huge amber eyes and felt a delicious tightening in his loins.

"Touch yourself," he rasped.

Mia obediently spread her knees apart and began to rub her mound, flicking the small sensitive nub in the way she liked it most, and issued a small moan with him still in her mouth. It created a most pleasant vibrating sensation and Neloth gave another strained gasp. If he wasn't careful, he was going to-

"Stop!" he barked suddenly, yanking her hair and pulling her head back.

Surprised, Mia complied, staring up at him with uncertainty. "What's the matter? Didn't you like-"

"Quiet," he spat, pulling her to her feet and steering her towards the bed once more.

Pushing her down onto her back, he grasped her thighs and spread her legs wide, bending them at the knee. Curiously, he peered at her core, examining it both with the cold eye of a scientist and with the lust of an incredibly aroused male. It was completely devoid of hair, smooth, pink and glistening. Simply lovely, really. Small and perfect and oh-so-tempting. Before he realized what he was doing, Neloth quickly knelt between her thighs and gave it a long, slow lick with his broad tongue. Mia arched her hips up and fell back, taken aback by the returned favor. In her wildest dreams, she never would have imagined Neloth being willing to-

Again, he licked her, delighting in the silky smoothness and tangy taste. His tongue eagerly probed her, flicking only once against her clit in a light teasing manner, before drawing away again. The wizard began to nibble a bit then, lapping and suckling everywhere except where she needed it most, driving her wild.

"Ohh.." she moaned, "I need.. need-"

"Shut-up or you get nothing, you little fetcher," he growled, giving her a sharp flick with his fingers.

There was a burst of pain-pleasure, making her hips buck. The girl was delighted with his playfulness and complied immediately.

There was a sudden crackling sound, signaling the charge of electric magicka. Neloth raised two fingers; bright blue lightning swirling around them, and gave her a glance full of mischief. He waited until her eyes widened, before purposefully running both fingers down her slit. Mia yelped as the electricity stung her, and tried to draw back. However, as the pain surged, Neloth quickly covered her mound with his mouth and massaged the hurt away with his warm tongue.

He did it a second time, letting the magicka burn her a bit longer this time, until she whimpered. At this, he smiled fully for the first time, "There was a reason I requested you to remain wet, you realize."

"Bastard," she mumbled, smirking.

"Indeed," he replied, giving her cunt a sharp slap before slipping a long finger into her. "You, my dear, are going to be a fun fuck."

Yay! I'm so happy you like it! Also, I accidentally posted part 4b as a reply to 4a... So click on that to read the next part. *facepalm* Sometimes I forget how to live journal. -_- Hope you like it! More to come soon. So much more. >:D

Again, she felt a surge of excitement at hearing such language from the usually standoffish Dunmer. Gracefully, she dropped to both knees before him and grasped his cock in one warm hand. His soft gasp did not go unnoticed as she gave the head of his shaft a quick lick with her little pink tongue. She did it again, wiggling the tip of her tongue around the small hole, before slowly taking it into her mouth.

"Gods," he murmured, momentarily letting his head roll back.

Encouraged, Mia began to swirl her tongue around his length as she slowly moved her head back and forth. Adding a bit of suction, she reached up to cup his scrotum at the same time, massaging it gently. She glanced up and saw that his breathing was getting deeper and his ears were growing red once more. It was incredibly endearing, and she smiled against his cock. Mia moved forward again, taking his entire length into her mouth, then slowly drew back, letting her tongue slide against him the entire way. Again. And again. And again.

Neloth felt his knees go a bit rubbery, and had to lean back against a table for added support. Her mouth was just so damned hot. He half-wondered if it was a result of having a dragon's soul. Honestly, he couldn't recall any other woman being so warm and- The wizard glanced down at the human girl, watching as she sucked him, bringing a hand up and tangling it in her wet hair, caressing her head and pushing it forward again. He watched her glance up with a knowing gleam in those huge amber eyes and felt a delicious tightening in his loins.

"Touch yourself," he rasped.

Mia obediently spread her knees apart and began to rub her mound, flicking the small sensitive nub in the way she liked it most, and issued a small moan with him still in her mouth. It created a most pleasant vibrating sensation and Neloth gave another strained gasp. If he wasn't careful, he was going to-

"Stop!" he barked suddenly, yanking her hair and pulling her head back.

Surprised, Mia complied, staring up at him with uncertainty. "What's the matter? Didn't you like-"

"Quiet," he spat, pulling her to her feet and steering her towards the bed once more.

Pushing her down onto her back, he grasped her thighs and spread her legs wide, bending them at the knee. Curiously, he peered at her core, examining it both with the cold eye of a scientist and with the lust of an incredibly aroused male. It was completely devoid of hair, smooth, pink and glistening. Simply lovely, really. Small and perfect and oh-so-tempting. Before he realized what he was doing, Neloth quickly knelt between her thighs and gave it a long, slow lick with his broad tongue. Mia arched her hips up and fell back, taken aback by the returned favor. In her wildest dreams, she never would have imagined Neloth being willing to-

Again, he licked her, delighting in the silky smoothness and tangy taste. His tongue eagerly probed her, flicking only once against her clit in a light teasing manner, before drawing away again. The wizard began to nibble a bit then, lapping and suckling everywhere except where she needed it most, driving her wild.

"Ohh.." she moaned, "I need.. need-"

"Shut-up or you get nothing, you little fetcher," he growled, giving her a sharp flick with his fingers.

There was a burst of pain-pleasure, making her hips buck. The girl was delighted with his playfulness and complied immediately.

There was a sudden crackling sound, signaling the charge of electric magicka. Neloth raised two fingers; bright blue lightning swirling around them, and gave her a glance full of mischief. He waited until her eyes widened, before purposefully running both fingers down her slit. Mia yelped as the electricity stung her, and tried to draw back. However, as the pain surged, Neloth quickly covered her mound with his mouth and massaged the hurt away with his warm tongue.

He did it a second time, letting the magicka burn her a bit longer this time, until she whimpered. At this, he smiled fully for the first time, "There was a reason I requested you to remain wet, you realize."

"Bastard," she mumbled, smirking.

"Indeed," he replied, giving her cunt a sharp slap before slipping a long finger into her. "You, my dear, are going to be a fun fuck."

x_x omg... *nose gushing blood* PLEASE CONTINUE THIS MASTERPIECE SOON!

This. I approve this prompt. Seconded.

Oh thank you! I wanted to keep Neloth's behavior accurate, but believable... As in, I wanted to capture how I truly think he'd react during sex. And yes, my little Mia is quite the handful herself. Glad you're enjoying it. ;)

Hahahahahaha! Get a tissue, quick! No worries anon, more to come very soon. Thank so much for reading/commenting. Glad you're enjoying it.

I always wished there was a quest choice to destroy the thieves guild! I third this prompt.

Niruin looked around the Ragged Flagon, hoping to spot the Guild Master. He’d checked all of her other haunt (the inn, the meadery, Mistveil Keep, and Honeyside) and come up empty. He was beginning to think that she was avoiding him. His lips curled into a smile as he found his quarry. Talia was leaning back in her chair, precariously balanced on two of the legs of her chair with her legs crossed at the ankles and her feet resting on the tabletop. A mug of something was in her gloved hands and she was deep in conversation with Delvin and Vex.

Perfect, he thought, advancing on her from behind. She hadn’t seen him. “Talia, may I have a word?”

Talia looked back over her shoulder at the elf. Dark eyes narrowed and luscious red lips pursed, she glared at Niruin. “Go away, Niruin. I’m in a bad mood when it comes to you.”

Niruin frowned and stepped closer. “But I need your help, Talia,” he began. “I need you to teach the girls how to dance.”

Talia let her feet drop to the stone floor of the Flagon, turning in her chair to fully face the tall elf. “Really? And I need to have fucking Maven not ask every two hours for a private showing of my ‘assets’ at her next soiree. Did you tell her?” she demanded crossly.

Niruin shook his head quickly. He knew better than to cross Talia—her willingness to fight, and fight dirty, was well known in the Guild. “No, Talia. One of my girls must have seen and mentioned it.” He rubbed the back of his neck—he knew which girls were preferred by Maven’s sons and he would give them a tongue-lashing they’d not soon forget. “I’m sorry, Talia, but this is really important. The girls need that edge to bring in the coin this Guild needs.”

Talia sighed, letting her head drop forward onto the tabletop. “Seriously, do you lot all talk about how best to work the Guild guilt on me?” Lifting her head from the tabletop she rubbed at the reddened mark on her forehead. “You’re worse than my Aunt Nan and she was a master of guilt.” She took a sip from her mug. “Alright, Niruin, I’ll teach your girls. Any of your girls have any grace other than bouncing on some poor idiot’s lap?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Niruin swallowed. “Aye. Will you come to the house or should I bring them here?”

Numerous ears perked up as Talia sighed, rubbing again at her forehead. “Might as well bring them ‘ere, Niruin. I want ‘em blind-folded and taken into the practice room. Delvin,” she began, turning to her fellow Breton who was all smiles, “think you can handle getting that room cleared for a little practice by the girls?”

Delvin chuckled. “I can manage. Want me to get feathers?”

Talia grimaced, standing and rolling her shoulders. “As many as you can find. And Niruin?”

Niruin straightened. “Yes, Talia.”

“Guess you’ll need your drum. Be prepared to keep the beat.”

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The assortment of women who had joined the ranks of Niruin’s business venture was truly breathtaking. There was a Redguard, two Imperials, a Nord, and a Breton in the lot. There was even a Khajit, her striped markings and numerous earrings making her even more exotic, and an Argonian, her scales gleaming a rich emerald in the torchlight. Talia wasn’t going to bother learning names just yet—she had to see what she had to work with, she supposed.

“Alright, you lot. Welcome to the home of the Thieves’ Guild,” she offered in greeting as she began to pace in front of the women. Turning to the men of the Thieves Guild who were crowding the doorway, she began shooing them away. When they didn’t move, she growled. “Out. No audience participation. If they do a good job,” she nodded towards the prostitutes behind her, “then we might let you lot be an audience. Now go.”

Grumbling and slow bootsteps trailed away and Talia again rubbed her forehead. Turning back to the women she took a deep breath. “Alright, ladies. Dancing isn’t the same as fucking.” Her eyebrow rose slightly at the pinking of the Breton’s cheeks—damned but that girl was shy. “Dancing is about seduction. Just like when you ride him like he’s some stallion, you want the mark to be totally enthralled by you. You want him to want you. To be willing to do anything—spend anything—to possess you.” She leaned back against the wall of the practice room, arms crossed over her chest. “Now, I need to see what I’m working with.” She motioned to the girls. “Dance.”

Long moments later she let her face drop into her palm and shook her head. “Stop. For the love of Mara and Dibella, stop.” Lifting her head, she shook her head. “Do you lot just bounce on a man’s lap until he comes and then say thank you and collect your coin?” At the confused expressions she groaned. Turning to Niruin, she motioned him forward. “Alright you lot, let’s take Niruin here.” She stepped towards the elf. “Men want a fantasy. They want to believe that they are the best lovers. They are the most handsome of men. They are the smartest of creatures that are too wise to need to pay for a little recreational sex. Doesn’t matter what the truth is. It’s their illusion.” She heard the titters of contained laughter behind her and grinned up at Niruin. “Feel ready to be a test subject?”

Niruin swallowed at the positively predatory smile on Talia’s face. “Do I have a choice?”

Talia chuckled. “No.” Turning to the girls, she smiled. “A man doesn’t have to fuck you to pay for your time. In fact, some of the best dancers that I ever knew never fucked their clients.” At the hurt sound beside her she smirked. “We’re selling a dream. A myth. Look at this elf,” she began, circling Niruin slowly, trailing her fingers across his chest. “Superiorly bred Mer and all that. Finest archer that ever came out of Valenwood. A man of breeding and refinement,” her voice had dropped an octave as she practically purred out her words. “A man like this has women falling over themselves to ride his fine, thick, long cock,” she breathed, looking up at Niruin, her lips parted slightly as she gazed lustily up at him.

Niruin swallowed nervously. He hadn’t counted on her words making him hard enough to drive his cock through a stone wall. Offering to be a test subject might be an object lesson in teasing—one he might not survive. “Talia?”

Just as quickly her expression shifted, the look of pure hunger gone. “Shut up, Niruin,” she cautioned, stepping towards the girls, her eyes gleaming. “Fantasy, remember?” she tossed over her shoulder.

Ancano swirled the wine in his goblet before glancing back at his dinner guest. He’d been slightly surprised when Ondolemar had shown up at Winterhold and the Mage’s College in particular. Especially since last he’d heard, Ondolemar had last been in Solitude to visit Elenwen at the Thalmor Embassy. For once Ancano was happy to be stuck in the wintry wastes of the Mages’ College—he could happily leave that nest of vipers to his superior. What with the events at the Embassy, Ancano had already made some discreet inquiries. Ondolemar had been nowhere near the Embassy when it was burned to the ground. In fact, Ondolemar had been on his way back to his posting in Markarth. A nice bit of work if Ancano could decipher it, grinned the Altmer mage to himself. “So, my old friend, what brings you to this frozen wasteland of a college?”

Ondolemar took a sip of his wine and set the goblet on the table at his elbow. “A favor, Ancano. If I recall, you once encountered the Dragonborn, correct?”

Ancano chuckled, leaning back in his own chair, long lean fingers steepled at his chin. “Ah. Yes, Mistress Katrin—she burgled my quarters for a very fine drinking horn as I recall. I taught her the error of stealing from the college--and me--with the help of a rather pretty Dwemer artifact. Ended up invited to her wedding as a result.” He grinned. “Quite an oddly pleasant little Breton.”

Ondolemar nodded. He’d heard the story at the wedding feast in Riften when he’d attended the same wedding. And he remembered seeing Ancano there, the pale-maned Altmer hovering in the shadows. “That she is. But that leads me to my visit, Ancano.” He took a breath, his fingers playing over the condensation on his goblet. “We have a situation. What knowledge do you have of her associations?”

Ancano’s lips pursed as he thought. “According to reports, she’s the head of a resurgent Thieves’ Guild. She’s also the Harbinger for the Companions in Whiterun, though she’s passed most of the responsibility to the brothers Vilkas and Farkas, correct?”

Ondolemar nodded, motioning for the Thalmor mage to continue.

Ancano tapped his chin with his fingertips as his other hand returned to the wine. “She also holds the rank of Legate in the Imperial Army and she is the Listener for the Dark Brotherhood, correct?”

Ondolemar’s eyes widened. He wasn’t aware the other Mer knew about that last tidbit of information. “You are very well informed.”

Ancano shrugged, his smile self-deprecating as he accepted the compliment. “I must be--as your subordinate, Ondolemar. Besides, she’s a regular visitor in Winterhold, visiting both Nelacar and Enthir.” The mage lifted his goblet back to his lips, savoring the wine. It really was an excellent vintage. “Why the questions about Lady Katrin?”

Ondolemar sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Because our dear Emissary took it upon herself to act, without orders from the Dominion, to kidnap, rape and torture her with the intention of killing her.” He watched his fellow Altmer pale and nodded. “While I can appreciate tactically the value of eliminating the Dragonborn,” he allowed slowly, watching Ancano nod in agreement, “her timing and tactics leave a great deal to be desired. Even as we are talking now, wheels have been set in motion that she could have in no way imagined.”

Ancano leaned back in his chair, meeting his fellow Mer’s gaze. “I already received a missive from the Sunset Isles, as I’m sure you are aware, Ondolemar. Our superiors have named you the new Emissary and Ambassador to the Empire and Skryim.” Ancano lifted his goblet in toast to his better. “As I’m sure you expected.”

Ondolemar allowed a small nod of acknowledgement. “But since the Dark Brotherhood has burned our Embassy to the ground, I don’t think I’ll be relocating from Markarth any time soon.” He leaned towards his fellow Mer. “You, however, are going to be relocating, Ancano. I’m not convinced that having you here in Winterhold isn’t an abominable waste of a resource. I intend to send you to Riften. Arrangements have already been made for your new residence.”

Ancano’s eyes narrowed. “And that serves what purpose?” He wouldn’t object to leaving Winterhold—between the people and the cold, the place could do with a full-on apocalyptic scourging. But last he’d checked, his distant cousin was still commander of the garrison of Imperial soldiers in Riften and he’d rather not deal with family drama.

Ondolemar swirled his wine in his goblet again. “For one thing, it puts you nearer Maven Black-Briar and her interests. And nearer the Thieves’ Guild.” He offered a small smile. “And when our Lady Katrin returns, it will be better to be seen as her friends and allies than not. I know this woman, Ancano—her rage will not be sated with a few quick deaths.”

Ancano nodded. “Then best I get to Riften, Ambassador.”

AA here: My apologies, it should have been Summerset Isles. Bad, Katrin!Anon, no biscuit.

SEconded... this sounds hawt

Fucking. Seconded.

Caer set the brooch back in the box and stepped to the bed. As she neared, Mercer flipped the covers back, baring one side of the mattress for her. She slid gingerly onto the mattress, the sheets smooth against her still tender rump. Turned on her side, she met Mercer’s gaze, his grey eyes wandering possessively over her body even as his hands tugged her to him.

Mercer stared down at Caer, her body now firmly pressed against him. “Little Caer,” he purred, his hand caressing her curves. Lowering his head, he trailed his lips down her throat, the younger thief arching beneath him. “There are so many things that I will teach you,” he promised, pulling her beneath him, rearing over her so that her world narrowed to the man above her. “Would you like that?” he purred, spreading her thighs so that he once again nestled in the cradle of her hips.

Caer nodded, feeling the familiar heat spread through her body that she associated with Mercer’s touch. Her breath caught as she felt his cock nuzzle against her mound before he slowly began to slide inside her. Only when he was fully hilted inside her did she let out a shaky breath. “I’d like that, Mercer,” she breathed, her ankles crossed behind his ass.

Mercer’s grey eyes narrowed as he began to slowly thrust inside her. “I’ll just bet you would, little one,” he purred, his hands cupping her breasts. Was it only a week ago that he took her the first time in his library? He didn’t pretend to love her or care for her—she was a possession and nothing more. “I’m going to teach you. Train you. Mold you into a master thief,” he promised, leaning down to nip at her throat, her shudder as he suckled at her throat translating to delectable tremors in her cunt. “And you shall pay for your training with your body, Caer,” he growled, starting to thrust in earnest as he felt her clenching around him.

Caer’s eyes shut as she pressed her head back against the pillow, her thighs quivering with each rock of Mercer’s hips. “Yes, Mercer,” she agreed, hands holding the larger Breton to her.

Mercer grinned down at the woman beneath him, his hips snapping against her as he plunged deeper and deeper within her. “Oh, little Caer, when we go to Solitude tomorrow we’ll see how well you do,” he promised, his fingers tweaking and petting her nipples so that she was gasping. “With distractions,” he teased, his mouth finding hers as he felt her come apart around him. Feeling no need to hold back, he allowed himself to come as well, his cock pulsing deep within her as he filled her with his seed. Sated, he rolled them together, his cock still inside her as they lay on their sides, her thigh draped over his as gently thrust within her still.

Caer felt her eyes drifting shut, exhaustion sweeping over her as her body finally surrendered.

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Mercer handed the reins of their horse to the stableboy and turned to Caer. For three days he’d plundered her body in the privacy of the woodland cottage but business could be put off for only so long. He smiled at the poorly disguised marks of his pleasure—the scarf around her shoulders that barely hid his bites on her throat and shoulders, the periodic biting of her lip at the way her dress rubbed against her still-tender nipples or the way that the roll of her hips was just that little bit more exaggerated from his attentions to her cunt. It probably had not helped that he’d gotten ‘bored’ on the short trip from the cottage through Dragon’s Bridge and then up the road to Solitude. Though he had contained himself from stripping her as he had on the way out of Riften he had felt no compunction about not amusing himself with her body, his hands playing with her breasts and her beautiful cunt.

He could feel the heaviness of his own cock demanding release but he would have to wait at least until they were inside Solitude, though there was a room waiting for them at the Winking Skeever. He looked forward to pinning his little thief to the wall and teasing scream after scream from her as he brought her climax after climax. Stepping to Caer, he let his hand slip around her waist to cup her hip as he guided her towards the city walls of Solitude.

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