Here it is, OP. Hope you like it! To the other readers; I'll update "Stamina" and "Lessons Learned" soon. _________
Sparrow's ego was smarting. So was her back end. And her legs. And just about every other part of her as well. Honestly, she was lucky that Ancarion had released her with only superficial injuries and a wounded sense of pride. He hadn't shared her with the others either... Thank the divines. She might be far worse off, or even deceased, if he had. Still though, she just might go back for more. Maybe. Or maybe not. She had to admit that she'd been frightened while captive. Ancarion had been quite rough with her. Verging on brutal, honestly. At least Ondolemar had been somewhat gentle the last time he'd bedded her.
Generally, she wasn't a glutton for punishment, but she just couldn't seem to get enough of these Thalmor officers. Something about their height, manner of speaking, and all around viciousness just did it for her. And then some. Which is likely why she was headed up towards Markarth at this very moment in time. Not only did she need a good night's sleep in a bed of her own, she needed some witty banter with her favorite Thalmor Justiciar.
Ancarion was a handsome devil, but Ondolemar was handsome and tolerant. Even for a Thalmor. He always had the best wine, too. Hopefully, he was in the mood to share with his "favorite, thieving little Breton". Though, he likely wouldn't be calling her that if he'd been the one she'd stolen from.
As she breached the gates, the guards treated her with the same "hands to yourself, sneak-thief" greeting that they almost always did. As if that had ever worked. In fact; she quickly ducked behind one and nabbed a boiled creme treat from him. Just to be spiteful. She didn't even like these things. Ol' Dollie did, though. The last time she'd been in his quarters, there had been a platter of them on a large table. As well as a combination of other treats. A certain Altmer had quite the sweet-tooth, didn't he. She reached slender fingers into her pouch and fiddled with the desert; it was still warm, too. This must've just come out of the Keep's oven. Surely he'd be appreciative. Maybe it would whet his appetite for more sweets, afterwards. Namely, her.
She meant to head right to Understone Keep, but the call of a hot bath in Vlindrel Hall was irresistible. Honestly, after being violated, repeatedly, by Ancarion, she could use a long soak. She was greeted by silence as she let herself in. Blessed, blessed silence. Choosing not to become Thane of Markarth had ensured that no annoying House Carl would be present. Sometimes, a girl just needed her privacy. Quickly, she drew herself a bath and heated it with a batch of fire salts from her apothecary stash.
Bliss ensued.
As she washed, she took inventory of every lash welt, bite-mark, and bruise she'd received. And all because she'd offered her help. Well... if she was being honest, maybe she had made it her business to be a nasty little swear-bear throughout their dealings. But so what? He couldn't take a little lip or-
Stop.
Dwelling on it wasn't doing her any good and it was starting to spark her ire. But it already had. Sparrow began to shake a little; cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She needed revenge... needed it. And if she couldn't get it on Ancarion, yet, she would take the next best thing. Long after her water began to cool, she was still plotting.
* * *
Ondolemar woke to a very pleasant sensation. Soft, fluttering kisses were traveling up and down his throat, with a gentle one on his mouth every so often. At first, he believed he was still dreaming and a beautiful Altmer woman was doting on his every whim. Then, he felt the hard stone bed beneath him and reality came crashing back in quite suddenly. He was in Markarth and there was no elven female present, here. Certainly not one who would-
His eyes flew open and he found himself staring into a pair of familiar, mismatched human eyes. Sparrow grinned down at him, "Hi, Dollie. Did ya miss me?"
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Re: F!DB!Breton/Ondolemar Vengeance With a Side of Superior Bread
Date: 2013-12-24 02:57 am (UTC)_________
Sparrow's ego was smarting. So was her back end. And her legs. And just about every other part of her as well. Honestly, she was lucky that Ancarion had released her with only superficial injuries and a wounded sense of pride. He hadn't shared her with the others either... Thank the divines. She might be far worse off, or even deceased, if he had. Still though, she just might go back for more. Maybe. Or maybe not. She had to admit that she'd been frightened while captive. Ancarion had been quite rough with her. Verging on brutal, honestly. At least Ondolemar had been somewhat gentle the last time he'd bedded her.
Generally, she wasn't a glutton for punishment, but she just couldn't seem to get enough of these Thalmor officers. Something about their height, manner of speaking, and all around viciousness just did it for her. And then some. Which is likely why she was headed up towards Markarth at this very moment in time. Not only did she need a good night's sleep in a bed of her own, she needed some witty banter with her favorite Thalmor Justiciar.
Ancarion was a handsome devil, but Ondolemar was handsome and tolerant. Even for a Thalmor. He always had the best wine, too. Hopefully, he was in the mood to share with his "favorite, thieving little Breton". Though, he likely wouldn't be calling her that if he'd been the one she'd stolen from.
As she breached the gates, the guards treated her with the same "hands to yourself, sneak-thief" greeting that they almost always did. As if that had ever worked. In fact; she quickly ducked behind one and nabbed a boiled creme treat from him. Just to be spiteful. She didn't even like these things. Ol' Dollie did, though. The last time she'd been in his quarters, there had been a platter of them on a large table. As well as a combination of other treats. A certain Altmer had quite the sweet-tooth, didn't he. She reached slender fingers into her pouch and fiddled with the desert; it was still warm, too. This must've just come out of the Keep's oven. Surely he'd be appreciative. Maybe it would whet his appetite for more sweets, afterwards. Namely, her.
She meant to head right to Understone Keep, but the call of a hot bath in Vlindrel Hall was irresistible. Honestly, after being violated, repeatedly, by Ancarion, she could use a long soak. She was greeted by silence as she let herself in. Blessed, blessed silence. Choosing not to become Thane of Markarth had ensured that no annoying House Carl would be present. Sometimes, a girl just needed her privacy. Quickly, she drew herself a bath and heated it with a batch of fire salts from her apothecary stash.
Bliss ensued.
As she washed, she took inventory of every lash welt, bite-mark, and bruise she'd received. And all because she'd offered her help. Well... if she was being honest, maybe she had made it her business to be a nasty little swear-bear throughout their dealings. But so what? He couldn't take a little lip or-
Stop.
Dwelling on it wasn't doing her any good and it was starting to spark her ire. But it already had. Sparrow began to shake a little; cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She needed revenge... needed it. And if she couldn't get it on Ancarion, yet, she would take the next best thing. Long after her water began to cool, she was still plotting.
* * *
Ondolemar woke to a very pleasant sensation. Soft, fluttering kisses were traveling up and down his throat, with a gentle one on his mouth every so often. At first, he believed he was still dreaming and a beautiful Altmer woman was doting on his every whim. Then, he felt the hard stone bed beneath him and reality came crashing back in quite suddenly. He was in Markarth and there was no elven female present, here. Certainly not one who would-
His eyes flew open and he found himself staring into a pair of familiar, mismatched human eyes. Sparrow grinned down at him, "Hi, Dollie. Did ya miss me?"