Solaf grunted as he rolled off Narri. He was panting as he caught his breath. Narri rolled her eyes and sighed, unsatisfied. Within seconds, the drunk Nord was snoring and it took all of Narri's strength not to clobber him. She unceremoniously crawled over him straightened her tavern clothes and left him lying on the small bed, joining the revelers in the main room of the Dead Man's Drink.
She took a swig from Valga's mead cup and shook her head as the publican attempted to extract the details. Narri stepped outside away from the noise and heat into the cool night air of Falkreath. Narri sighed - she hated her job and she hated her life. She loved Valga, the kindly Imperial who took her in, fed her, gave her a job. Valga was like the mother she never had and she would never leave her, but how Narri wanted to escape the drudgery of this town, known only for its cemetery. Seriously, that's nothing to kick your heels up over.
She stepped off the porch and strolled the empty streets. A new Jarl was taking over the hold and the people were celebrating, crammed into the tavern. Only a few guards were on patrol. She was alone, or at least she thought she was.
Strolling to the edge of town, she saw the blacksmith's dog laying in the grass, watching her. She wasn't afraid of dogs, but the hungry way he was looking at her made her uneasy.
"Hey boy, you okay?" she called out. The dog came over to her and sat. She began petting his head. He was a big black dog, almost the size of a Hjaalmarch wolf. She started rubbing behind his ear and she could see he liked it. "Oh, you're a good boy aren't you? I wish I had a treat for such a good boy."
"Well, actually madam, you do have something I'm after. And if you're a good girl, I may have something for you too."
Narri froze. Was it the mead? Was it the fresh air? What in the hell did she smoke, because she thought she heard the dog speak.
"No, don't doubt your senses my delicious buttercup. I am speaking. In a land full of magic and dragons, is it so unworldly that a dog may speak?" He paused assessing her face. "I don't talk to just anyone, but I've watched you Narri. You're not like the others. You look to the sky, you feel the wind on your face. You are worthy of my gift."
"W...w...what gift?" Narri hesitantly asked.
"A special blessing, sent though me, a humble but horny vessel. Your rage at the mundane has not passed unnoticed." he sniffed the air, "nor has your unfulfillment. I can almost taste your wetness, it's so thick about you." Narri blushed. "But where are my manners, I am Barbas, servant to the Lord Clavicus Vile and hopefully the lucky beast that gets to have you." Narri knew she should run away, kick the vile creature and go back to the tavern, but something about his words enchanted her.
"What do you have in mind?" Narri asked, her brows furrowing.
"I'll be plain. I wish to take you into that grassy clearing there and under the moon of the new Jarl, fuck your brains out." Narri's eyes widened.
"Really, is that all?" she said, half jokingly.
"I've seen the men you bed Narri, they are beasts in their own right. They could never bring you to such exquisite climax, fulfill your deepest darkest desires." Her groin unwittingly tightened at his words. "Come, follow me." He walked toward the glade, blocked by talk, thick trees from the road. Narri followed.
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"The Dog gives the Bone" 1/? [F!/Barbas - Dog]
Date: 2014-02-06 05:17 pm (UTC)She took a swig from Valga's mead cup and shook her head as the publican attempted to extract the details. Narri stepped outside away from the noise and heat into the cool night air of Falkreath. Narri sighed - she hated her job and she hated her life. She loved Valga, the kindly Imperial who took her in, fed her, gave her a job. Valga was like the mother she never had and she would never leave her, but how Narri wanted to escape the drudgery of this town, known only for its cemetery. Seriously, that's nothing to kick your heels up over.
She stepped off the porch and strolled the empty streets. A new Jarl was taking over the hold and the people were celebrating, crammed into the tavern. Only a few guards were on patrol. She was alone, or at least she thought she was.
Strolling to the edge of town, she saw the blacksmith's dog laying in the grass, watching her. She wasn't afraid of dogs, but the hungry way he was looking at her made her uneasy.
"Hey boy, you okay?" she called out. The dog came over to her and sat. She began petting his head. He was a big black dog, almost the size of a Hjaalmarch wolf. She started rubbing behind his ear and she could see he liked it. "Oh, you're a good boy aren't you? I wish I had a treat for such a good boy."
"Well, actually madam, you do have something I'm after. And if you're a good girl, I may have something for you too."
Narri froze. Was it the mead? Was it the fresh air? What in the hell did she smoke, because she thought she heard the dog speak.
"No, don't doubt your senses my delicious buttercup. I am speaking. In a land full of magic and dragons, is it so unworldly that a dog may speak?" He paused assessing her face. "I don't talk to just anyone, but I've watched you Narri. You're not like the others. You look to the sky, you feel the wind on your face. You are worthy of my gift."
"W...w...what gift?" Narri hesitantly asked.
"A special blessing, sent though me, a humble but horny vessel. Your rage at the mundane has not passed unnoticed." he sniffed the air, "nor has your unfulfillment. I can almost taste your wetness, it's so thick about you." Narri blushed. "But where are my manners, I am Barbas, servant to the Lord Clavicus Vile and hopefully the lucky beast that gets to have you." Narri knew she should run away, kick the vile creature and go back to the tavern, but something about his words enchanted her.
"What do you have in mind?" Narri asked, her brows furrowing.
"I'll be plain. I wish to take you into that grassy clearing there and under the moon of the new Jarl, fuck your brains out." Narri's eyes widened.
"Really, is that all?" she said, half jokingly.
"I've seen the men you bed Narri, they are beasts in their own right. They could never bring you to such exquisite climax, fulfill your deepest darkest desires." Her groin unwittingly tightened at his words. "Come, follow me." He walked toward the glade, blocked by talk, thick trees from the road. Narri followed.