“Eloine, my darling,” he cooed, gathering her up into his arms, moving onto the bed and he began kissing her cheeks and neck until she was relaxed against him, giggling at his affection. “I’ve told you once before and I’ll tell you again. People, especially Nords, do not understand us so they will always try and drive us apart. But you know that I love you, don’t you?” He breathed against her ear and she gripped him, nodding.
“I-I love you,” she stammered, whimpering again as he kissed her temples.
“I know you do, my dearest little bird,” he purred, trying hard to keep down the laughter that wanted to escape his throat. She was so stupid, so trusting it was like killing a child. “So do not listen to them, they only wish to upset you. The Thalmor only want what is best for you – I only want what is best for you – and we are at your beck and call when you need us. We will never make you unhappy and always protect you, Eloine.”
She nodded, hugging his chest and he stroked her hair. “The Thalmor are my allies,” she said softly. “But… Talos?”
He sighed. “I’ve told you, darling, a mortal that murdered innocents and hurts others would never be a god. If he is anything, he would be more with a daedric prince and we don’t worship those, do we?”
“No!” she pushed away from him looking horrified. He couldn’t help but grin. He pushed it a little further.
“Exactly, my dear. And what man suggests you should worship a daedra? One that doesn’t have your interests at heart…”
She looked conflicted, her disgust at the mention of a daedra obvious in her mind but the old goat was dear to her. He watched her, curious on what her pathetic little brain would come up with and she finally bit her lip. “B-But Kodlak… is Harbinger. He’s… He’s good…”
“A wolf can mask themselves as a sheep, my dear,” he reminded her and she didn’t understand. “Some people who are good to you really wish to hurt you. He may seem nice but he may be wanting to destroy you. You are the dragonborn after all. Many men would like to see you dead.”
She slowly nodded, absorbing his words and he cupped her cheeks, kissing her again in false affection and she melted to him, whimpering his name. The wonderful lie he had just sold her made him chuckle, his fingers running over her body and he found himself actually wishing to reward her for her stupidity. The further he drove a wedge between her and those barbarians, the better. “Come, my darling. Lie back down.”
She did as he asked, their lips connecting once more and he pulled at the strings on her hips as his tongue pushed into her mouth, her pants of desire feeding his ego, her eagerness for him only making it better. He leaned back, tugging off his gloves and he undid his robes, pulling them over his head making her giggle. “What?”
She flushed, covering her mouth. “I-I like it when I get to see you... undress,” she said and he raised a brow, smiling at her.
“That’s rather naughty, my little bird,” he teased, poking at her stomach making her giggle. “You’re certainly a bit bolder these days.” She leaned up, wishing to help but he pushed her away, pointing to the end table. “Get the potion bottles, dear.”
She obeyed and he folded his robes, dropping them beside the bed before he ran a hand through his hair, watching her. She leaned over the bed on her stomach, reaching into the disorganized drawer full of books and necklaces and bottles and he crawled on top of her, biting the nape of her neck. She pressed into the threaded sheets, giggling and he lapped at her skin and rubbed himself against her bottom.
She spread her legs, as if she was ready for him and he merely gave her pale skin a harsh slap making her yelp. “Get the bottle, my little naughty girl.”
“Y-Yes Master,” she reverted to his title and he grinned. A few more lessons with her and he wondered if he could actually have her killing for the Dominion. She seemed to believe enough that their relationship actually existed instead of realizing he was merely using her. Maybe he could bend her to that point.
Professional Griefers [4/?]
“I-I love you,” she stammered, whimpering again as he kissed her temples.
“I know you do, my dearest little bird,” he purred, trying hard to keep down the laughter that wanted to escape his throat. She was so stupid, so trusting it was like killing a child. “So do not listen to them, they only wish to upset you. The Thalmor only want what is best for you – I only want what is best for you – and we are at your beck and call when you need us. We will never make you unhappy and always protect you, Eloine.”
She nodded, hugging his chest and he stroked her hair. “The Thalmor are my allies,” she said softly. “But… Talos?”
He sighed. “I’ve told you, darling, a mortal that murdered innocents and hurts others would never be a god. If he is anything, he would be more with a daedric prince and we don’t worship those, do we?”
“No!” she pushed away from him looking horrified. He couldn’t help but grin. He pushed it a little further.
“Exactly, my dear. And what man suggests you should worship a daedra? One that doesn’t have your interests at heart…”
She looked conflicted, her disgust at the mention of a daedra obvious in her mind but the old goat was dear to her. He watched her, curious on what her pathetic little brain would come up with and she finally bit her lip. “B-But Kodlak… is Harbinger. He’s… He’s good…”
“A wolf can mask themselves as a sheep, my dear,” he reminded her and she didn’t understand. “Some people who are good to you really wish to hurt you. He may seem nice but he may be wanting to destroy you. You are the dragonborn after all. Many men would like to see you dead.”
She slowly nodded, absorbing his words and he cupped her cheeks, kissing her again in false affection and she melted to him, whimpering his name. The wonderful lie he had just sold her made him chuckle, his fingers running over her body and he found himself actually wishing to reward her for her stupidity. The further he drove a wedge between her and those barbarians, the better. “Come, my darling. Lie back down.”
She did as he asked, their lips connecting once more and he pulled at the strings on her hips as his tongue pushed into her mouth, her pants of desire feeding his ego, her eagerness for him only making it better. He leaned back, tugging off his gloves and he undid his robes, pulling them over his head making her giggle. “What?”
She flushed, covering her mouth. “I-I like it when I get to see you... undress,” she said and he raised a brow, smiling at her.
“That’s rather naughty, my little bird,” he teased, poking at her stomach making her giggle. “You’re certainly a bit bolder these days.” She leaned up, wishing to help but he pushed her away, pointing to the end table. “Get the potion bottles, dear.”
She obeyed and he folded his robes, dropping them beside the bed before he ran a hand through his hair, watching her. She leaned over the bed on her stomach, reaching into the disorganized drawer full of books and necklaces and bottles and he crawled on top of her, biting the nape of her neck. She pressed into the threaded sheets, giggling and he lapped at her skin and rubbed himself against her bottom.
She spread her legs, as if she was ready for him and he merely gave her pale skin a harsh slap making her yelp. “Get the bottle, my little naughty girl.”
“Y-Yes Master,” she reverted to his title and he grinned. A few more lessons with her and he wondered if he could actually have her killing for the Dominion. She seemed to believe enough that their relationship actually existed instead of realizing he was merely using her. Maybe he could bend her to that point.