“We’re not done,” he mocked and he heard her shift outside. Eloine pulled off, her mouth opening but he shoved her back, displeased with her breaking his orders. “So either state what you want or leave. Preferably forever.”
He heard her exhale, a hiss to it and he grinned. “One day, Thalmor, you will be beheaded and gutted and no one will weep when you are.”
“I doubt that,” he growled, ignoring Eloine’s shifting against his cock, aware of how they were speaking. “Your kind lacks the intelligence to even match us Thalmor. Now unless you wish to keep interrupting my blowjob, go throw yourself off a cliff.”
He heard her stomp across the boards, her boots on the steps and the sound of the door slamming making his little pet pull herself from his grip, giving him a painful look as she did. “L-Lorcalin! Why would you say-!?”
“Eloine,” he growled, grabbing her arms and she stiffened at his roughness. “How many times have I told you before? I just did before this! There are people out there to hurt you and your damned Housecarl is one.”
She shook her head and pulled her wrist away. “No! Lydia would never-!”
“Eloine!” he snapped, making her wince. “I know it hurts but did you not hear her? Beheading someone innocent is not something a good person says.”
“She’s just… a-angry,” she protested, hugging her hands to her chest.
“And why would she be, Eloine? Because we are close? Because I am with you?” he asked and she fidgeted, confused. “Eloine, your housecarl is an enemy. You need to understand that.”
She began to look miserable, biting her lip as if she was going to cry and he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms as he stroked her hair, feeling her wrap her arms around him. “L-Lydia’s a good person…”
He stroked her hair, thinking. “Eloine, come back to the Embassy with me. Maybe you need some time with the Thalmor. We are the ones truly looking out for you, after all.”
She looked up at him and he continued stroking her hair. “The Embassy…? But… That’s near Solitude.”
“Yes?”
She went quiet, leaning against him but her head began to nod as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “W-Will the Thalmor welcome me…?”
“Of course.”
She remained silent for a bit longer. “Okay,” she nodded. “Okay. I-I need to see my allies anyways…”
He grinned from above her, gently rubbing her back as he did. He’d have to send a courier away to alert Lady Elenwen, maybe even one to the guards at Northwatch as they had expressed interest in the dragonborn before and he began pondering how they could break her. Their plans were coming together nicer than he thought and he almost wanted to go and thank Lydia for her intrusion, her act of loyalty only driving the dragonborn further into the Dominion’s arms.
She looked up to him, her fingers moving to hold one of his hands and he met her eyes, waiting. “What are you thinking about?”
He smiled. “Oh, just a welcome ceremony for you, my little bird,” he said and she brightened, shifting in his arms.
“Will there be sweet rolls?”
“Oh, most definitely,” he purred and she nuzzled him once more, her fingers lacing into his as she affectionately leaned against him, forgetting her problems from before.
Professional Griefers [8/8]
He heard her exhale, a hiss to it and he grinned. “One day, Thalmor, you will be beheaded and gutted and no one will weep when you are.”
“I doubt that,” he growled, ignoring Eloine’s shifting against his cock, aware of how they were speaking. “Your kind lacks the intelligence to even match us Thalmor. Now unless you wish to keep interrupting my blowjob, go throw yourself off a cliff.”
He heard her stomp across the boards, her boots on the steps and the sound of the door slamming making his little pet pull herself from his grip, giving him a painful look as she did. “L-Lorcalin! Why would you say-!?”
“Eloine,” he growled, grabbing her arms and she stiffened at his roughness. “How many times have I told you before? I just did before this! There are people out there to hurt you and your damned Housecarl is one.”
She shook her head and pulled her wrist away. “No! Lydia would never-!”
“Eloine!” he snapped, making her wince. “I know it hurts but did you not hear her? Beheading someone innocent is not something a good person says.”
“She’s just… a-angry,” she protested, hugging her hands to her chest.
“And why would she be, Eloine? Because we are close? Because I am with you?” he asked and she fidgeted, confused. “Eloine, your housecarl is an enemy. You need to understand that.”
She began to look miserable, biting her lip as if she was going to cry and he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms as he stroked her hair, feeling her wrap her arms around him. “L-Lydia’s a good person…”
He stroked her hair, thinking. “Eloine, come back to the Embassy with me. Maybe you need some time with the Thalmor. We are the ones truly looking out for you, after all.”
She looked up at him and he continued stroking her hair. “The Embassy…? But… That’s near Solitude.”
“Yes?”
She went quiet, leaning against him but her head began to nod as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “W-Will the Thalmor welcome me…?”
“Of course.”
She remained silent for a bit longer. “Okay,” she nodded. “Okay. I-I need to see my allies anyways…”
He grinned from above her, gently rubbing her back as he did. He’d have to send a courier away to alert Lady Elenwen, maybe even one to the guards at Northwatch as they had expressed interest in the dragonborn before and he began pondering how they could break her. Their plans were coming together nicer than he thought and he almost wanted to go and thank Lydia for her intrusion, her act of loyalty only driving the dragonborn further into the Dominion’s arms.
She looked up to him, her fingers moving to hold one of his hands and he met her eyes, waiting. “What are you thinking about?”
He smiled. “Oh, just a welcome ceremony for you, my little bird,” he said and she brightened, shifting in his arms.
“Will there be sweet rolls?”
“Oh, most definitely,” he purred and she nuzzled him once more, her fingers lacing into his as she affectionately leaned against him, forgetting her problems from before.
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spoiler alert: there were no sweetrolls