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-I want to point out that during my game-play that Rulindil did bug, mess up, whatever you'd like to call it. I killed Gissur and assumed Rulindil had gone downstairs. I crept into his office and for whatever reason spun the view around and THERE HE WAS CREEPING THE DOORWAY INTO THE BASEMENT. I jumped pretty hard...anyway onward we go!

Imani exhaled a shaky breath and stood slowly, lifting her arms above her head, and stretched before silently walking into what appeared to be his office. She glanced around the room and gently drug her fingers along the desk, noting the books on the shelves along with deathbells and glow dust.

She did love deathbe-

“I wouldn’t.” she froze, her muscles bunching painfully beneath her skin as she stumbled forward into the shelf. Imani swung her head towards the other door way and could feel herself pale beneath the cowl she wore. Rulindil took up the entire frame, black eyes locked on her with cold distaste, while his lips pulled apart in a wicked smile. “You will come with me.” He turned slightly, blocking the doorway out of the office and back into the solar, giving her only one path to tread “Now.”

Imani held her ground partly due to pride and partly due to being frozen in shock at being discovered. Both of those reasons didn’t sit well with the 3rd in rank and he took the situation into his control. Imani managed to duck out of the way of the first shock, crashing hard against his desk and toppling the chair behind it, but Rulindil was around the makeshift shield in a second and with a scream Imani succumbed to the electric coursing through her body. She fell heavily against the cold tile and tried to fight off the black that threatened the edge of her vision until the ceiling was replaced with the angular face of what would surely be her death. Rulindil chuckled darkly “Lets get you downstairs so we can become better acquainted.” And with another jolt of electric she gave into the dark.

The character limit will be my doom :(

She couldn’t move. Imani slowly pulled at her bindings and the wood beneath her back told her she was bound to a rack. This wasn’t good, not at all, and she slowly opened an eye to take her surroundings in. Oh of course she would be looking at a ceiling ugh how unoriginal. “Master Rulindil I think your little guest of honor is awake.” She heard a chair scrape against the wood of the floor and the hairs along her entire body stood on end as heavy footfalls neared her. “Leave us.” Imani kept her eyes closed as the soldier left the room and the sound of Rulindil circling her caused her heart to pick up. “No need to play little killer, I know you’re awake, but just to make certain.” Her eyes flew open as he yanked the cowl from her head, hissing in discomfort and agitation; she rather liked those hairs attached to her head. The sod.

The elf was silent and as much as she wanted to look at him she kept her gaze fixated firmly on the ceiling, a frown cutting between her brows as the silence lingered, before she clicked her teeth together and seemingly snapped him back. The slow sound of a dagger being pulled from its sheath caused her to tense and said blade was then resting against her neck right at her pulse. “A most lovely façade you have but your heart deceives you little Breton. Tell me” the blade bit her skin ever so slightly making her jerk and eyes narrow “who sent you?” Imani swallowed thickly “I had an invitation. I sent myself.” Her voice was a low growl and her eyes flickered to his face, glaring at him in defiance, while the elfs lips pulled into a gentle smile that mismatched the deathly look his eyes were giving her.

“You are just as stupid as the rest of them.” He breathed and slowly drug the blade down her neck to her collar bone. Imani let out the slightest bark of discomfort and grit her teeth with a low animalistic growl as he stopped at the edge of her gaudy party clothes. “My goodness, how frightening” she slowly pulled her gaze back up to him, her eyes narrowing in agitation at the smug cocky ass smirk on his lips “what sort of animal do I have the honor of knowing this evening hm?”
“A predator apparently seeing as you’re too scared to deal with me unbound.” Imani had long lost her filter and he smiled. “Defiant. I like that. Ones like you are always the most fun to break.” A sudden motion of his wrist caused her to arch and twist slightly, a snarl this time ripping out of her throat, as a shallow cut straight from the top of her collar bone to her belly button flooded her torso with the warmth of her blood.

“How lovely you are, little killer.” Rulindil chuckled lightly and at the touch of his fingers against her chest she lunged as far away as she could making the elf smile once more. “Scared of me…typical. They always are.” Imani flung her head back over and glared at him with a smile on her face “Oh no, I just don’t want to get your hopes up.” he frowned and she continued “Someone as cowardly and insecure as you could never handle one such as myself, my dear monster.” He huffed and slapped the dagger against his palm “I should cut your tongue out, you witty little human, but I have a feeling I’ll quite enjoy hearing your cries and pleas articulated.” He moved away bringing back with him a rather sturdy looking riding crop that he slowly traced along her chest “Tell me why you’re here.”

She set her jaw and glared at the ceiling making her captor smile wickedly “Very well. Let's play.”

*sets up camp*

I've hit a rut :(
I'll continue this story as soon as I can get my mind back in the SkyrimKink zone.
Sorry to all for the delay!

Today is the 18th day of the 2016th year by the count of the Julian (or was it Gregorian?) calendar, since setting up watch. I hereby commit my thoughts to paper in the hopes that if I am unable to see this through to the end, that you too, may know that another was once so faithful to this fill as you are now. Perhaps this may be of some comfort to know that once, another had pledged theirself to seeing this fill through to it's completion, however glorious or bitter it may be. For now, spirits are high, despite the uncertain future of this tale, but as it is with most things, we can only wait and hope.

I pray that whomsoever finds this, that you too, are filled with hope. If hope fails you, fear not, thou faltering soul, for I have left rations. Thus far I have consumed several containers of crackers and cheese, as well a fair amount of wine (I promise you, if I am gone, it was not the wine that ended me). If you prefer, there are packages for smores and sweetmeats besides, but I cannot promise that the apple juice has not turned to apple-honey mead in my absence. One must have hobbies in the interim, and the practice of mead-making is a long honored tradition. I apologize now for having used the instructions for kindling some time ago, for the weather had gotten cold.

Best of luck to you dear stranger, a peer of mine by happenstance and fandom. I pray that you remain ever so vigilant as I to this fill, for the Anon who labored once (and perhaps even now), has need of it. May the heavens look down upon us all and grant us mercy, we the Followers and the Followed.

All Hail Bethesda and the appropriate Pantheons,
a most devoted anon

A!A needed this, Sweet Anon.
I will prevail.

Ad victoriam!

Working on updates now. Will post as soon as I can.

-Slow and steady. Sorry for the delay-
*crack!*Crack!*CRACK!*
Again and again the crop was brought down against her body. Rulindil had long lost track of time. This Breton wouldn't break. Would. Not. Break!
She was more stubborn than any Nord that had fallen prey to his clutches and in his irritation Rulindil had become extremely aroused. He lived for power but the people of the land of Skyrim were familiar with his name. If any passed through the embassy they were normally quick to do anything to save their own lives.
Still they would die. Elenwen would have it no other way and in return that had left Rulindil with a bad taste in his mouth. Bluntly put the 3rd Emissary was bored. He pulled his gloves off and dropped the crop. Imani turned her gaze back to him and smiled despite her body shaking and teeth clattering from the adrenaline and pain racing through her. "Giving up?" she could only manage to whisper. The mer remained silent as he began to undo the buckles of his robes. He stayed silent as the massive heap of fabric fell heavily to the floor to join his gloves, eyes burning into her, in the light of the torches she was able to define iris and pupil.

"You're…" she smiled in disbelief "Y-you're getting off on this." His pupils narrowed.
"Silence." his voice had dropped, mimicking the tones of a very agitated Dremora, the word packed in a demanding growl. Imani felt her body, at least the parts that weren't currently numb or pulsing in pain, erupt in goose flesh and decided not to not push him. His hands tangled in the remaining heap of her dress that had been pushed to her hips, hanging in shreds from where the fabric had fallen prey to his fingers when they blocked the crop from her skin, and yanked it from her body. Imani felt the slightest blush rise to her cheeks despite all she'd endured so far. What a day for no smalls..

She gasped as his fingers gently traced one of her bigger scars along her ribs. He said nothing and skirted his fingers to follow another. One scar, one story after another, Rulindil passed over and against her better judgment she relaxed under his touch and watched. His face was an impassive mask but if he tilted towards the light just right. He was curious through his anger and irritation, at one point he held an almost childlike look within his obsidian orbs, and despite herself she couldn't help but smile. His fingers stopped just below her belly button and lingered against her skin like the kiss of a ghost before he brought his large hand up between her breasts. His eyes met hers and the breath was sucked from her lungs as his nails, though blunted, dug into her flesh and went down the cut.

Imani arched with a growl. "You don't play nice, black eyes!" she hissed.
"Tell me who sent you." Her back fell heavily and she glared at the ceiling.
"I. Sent. Myself." she heard the soft rustling of fabric and the slightest sound of wood creaking but in her numbed and irate state didn't think anything of it.
Until something warm, wet, and very pleasurable dove into her swollen folds and hit her clit. Her body surged up as if shocked and her brain screamed at her eyes to see what that was. Imani stared. Rulindil's eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the corners, the only sign of his amusement on his otherwise neutral façade, and as he went back down with his lips his fingers joined. He licked against her slowly and traced her opening with equal agonizing slowness before he finally spoke.

"Tell me, Breton." Imani tossed her head back and moaned shamelessly into the room as he slid his finger in, out, and added another with a curl. Imani had to fight him. He could pleasure her, he could take her to the brink of death and back, but she would not bend to the him. "N-no!" He chuckled against her folds and the fingers within her brought fourth a sudden ache before the shock spell settled hard on the spot within her and his tongue pressed flat against her clit. Just as Imani was at the brink the mer pulled his fingers from her and the Breton cried out as her release faded. Her body shook, every nerve ending in pain or dull with the ache of what promised to be a wonderful orgasm. She glared at him and slowly his lips curled upwards into a wicked grin.

"Then we will do this the hard way."

An update! *happy dancing*

I'm so glad you're enjoying this fill Anon. To be honest I was/am kind of worried that it wasn't/isn't turning out to be very good. The fact that I hit that block didn't help I'm sure. a!a thanks you for sticking around :)

This newcomer also utterly adores this fill. It is deliciously, sinfully good. Nom.

A!A is so happy newcomer anon enjoyed the fill!

He pulled the rack upright and to her horror she became aware of the fact that they weren't alone. The cells were dark but she could make out the tops of Etiennes cuffed hands against the wall. Her stomach clenched and he smirked "I forgot to mention my guest." Her green eyes slid up and had he been a weaker mer he was sure that glare would have leveled him. "All the more reason to tell me. Come now." He put on a mocking face of concern and Imani bristled. "Let him go." Rulindil chuckled and brought his hands up to palm her breasts.

She could only squirm and bite her lip as his hands heated to the point of pain before dropping down so quickly that the moisture brought fourth from the heat turned to flakes of ice against her skin.
"It will only get more intense, girl. Just reveal your reasons for being here." Imani gave him an annoyed look.
"I'm no fool, Rulindil. You won't let me leave here alive even if I did tell you."
The mer shrugged "A very astute observation, little Breton. My goodness! Where are my manners?" She frowned at the mocking tone in his voice.
"What is your name?" her jaw set and his smile turned rabid. She understood now why so many in Skyrim feared his name. "Ah, not to worry. There are methods I've not yet utilized. You will talk."
"Sure. We'll see." Rulindil backhanded her and she saw stars.

Imani felt something warm and thick rub against her sex and fought to regain her vision as she desperately struggled to lift herself away from what she assumed it was. She could feel his body heat against her skin and grimaced when a strong hand grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. "I've always wondered if it were possible for a Breton to take all of an Altmer." Her eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare." he scoffed
"You are lovely, for a human of course, and like myself you seem to enjoy a good challenge." a blush rose to her cheeks and he smiled. "You should be honored that I'd ever consider such a thing. The Thalmor claim only the best genetics for their organization." She smirked.
"I do keep forgetting that the Altmer like comparing themselves to prized cattle." His lips pulled tight and he grabbed onto her breasts harshly and released a shock spell. "You will watch yourself, wretched human mutt!"

Rulindil felt his anger surge anew. Even with that shock spell that left her sagging against that rack like a rag doll the bloody thing still wouldn't scream! Something snapped in the back of his mind, something primal and something more fearsome, Rulindil hated her even more. For her lack of fear and for her seemingly unshakable determination! He crushed himself against her and slid his member through her folds and down to his mark. "D-don't." she breathed weakly but in one hard move he rammed himself into her tight wet little quim. Her eyes opened wide, mouth gaped open as she sucked a mouthful of air into her lungs, and he reached behind her, his hands tangled in her long black hair and he pulled it enough for her head to be at an awkward and uncomfortable angle and relished the emotions clouding her eyes.

Gone was the glee, annoyance, and humor. Pain. Lust. Anger. Disbelief. Outrage. They all shone bright in those forest eyes but then he caught it. The one thing he'd been after and he groaned heavily. Fear.
"Halfway, little Breton, let's see if you can take all of me." Her eyes widened and she scrambled to remember the words of the shout that would stagger him but the mer stole that ability from her as he crushed his mouth against hers and started a painfully agonizing slow but blissfully deep rhythm. Their kisses were hungry as they bit at each others lips and tongues battled, Rulindil pulled away and panted, eyes hooded and blood trailing down into his beard as he looked at her. Something triggered within her and her cloudy eyes became a bit glassy and frantic as he continued to force himself into her and he recognized it. He hated himself for it but he quickly yanked himself from her body when she hit the brink of another orgasm.

The Breton's eyes narrowed in rage and agony before slamming shut. It wasn't a scream of fear and pain but the way her body and voice shook as she screeched out a string of curses put a smug smirk on his face.

It was a start.

"I swear I'll kill you, you fucking black eyed ass!" she hissed and spit like a mad cat and fought against her bindings viciously.
The mer gently traced his fingertips along her red and slightly swollen cheek and she glared wildly at him.
"You want release? Then tell me what I want to know." again that impassive mask was back in place and Imani growled. Never had she felt this alive, every part of her body overwhelmed with pain and the second peak had sent her nerves into a chorus of pleasurable agony. She never would have imagined she had a kink for this and she hated that it was him that made her realize it.

Rulindil saw her attack coming and pulled his hand back before her teeth could connect, a very loud click telling him she would have removed fingers, and in return he slapped her.
Imani hissed when he approached again and pushed himself against her heavily and she gasped as he put pressure against her ribs right to the brink of not being able to breathe. "Tell me your name." Rulindil's breath was hotter than any dragon fire she'd ever encountered against her ear and she growled. If she could shake her head she would have but instead she whimpered pathetically when the 3rd emissary nipped and sucked at the tender flesh of her neck making her squirm in anger at the pleasure it caused her.

He bent his knees low and slowly pushed himself back into her and the two moaned uncaring of their audience. "Let's try this again, my little whore." she groaned and her body contracted around him. He kept his thrusts shallow, hardly allowing more then the head of his member to pierce her, and smirked wickedly. "You've never realized your place. You are a human mutt, a pathetic excuse of a life form. You have been your own master, your own leader, but here you are now being fucked by a superior mer. Your true master." Imani shook her head as if that would have some magic to silence him and her own damning body. "Deny what you will, Breton, but this is something you will not soon forget. I will make you remember your place." He leaned in close, noses brushing, lips hovering centimeters from hers. "And your place is where I wish it."

She smashed her lips against his and bit his lower lip making him reel back with a bloody snarl on his lips. "In your dreams, elf." Rulindil placed a massive hand around her throat and squeezed until she gasped for air, watching her closely until she was on the brink of loosing consciousness before he pulled away. "Breathe." And then he got one of the things he'd been after. He surged upward with all his strength and seated himself completely within her and she screamed. Imani felt like the Altmer had buried himself into her stomach, he was so long and thick she felt a wave of nausea come over her, and she cried out in anger and hung her head and writhed in pain.

"Your place is here with me deep inside you, you were built to be bent over and fucked by superior Altmer, ruined for human men." He rocked back and surged back up and Imani tensed, threw her head back and groaned as he crashed against her cervix. "You won't last even in pain your body reacts ahh-" she contracted tightly and whimpered to his glee "just give up. Surrender to me." Imani barely registered his lips against hers as she focused on something past him. She could have sworn that shadow above had moved...It moved again and her eyes cleared and narrowed giving the hidden person an unspoken order.

The mer bit her neck and picked up his pace making her whimper in pain, arousal, and embarrassment. He growled and his teeth broke through her skin. A hand steeled on her hip and the other in her hair. "Tell me." he hissed against her throat. She moaned as her climax started to build again and Rulindil was vaguely aware of her hand tangling in his hair as she yanked his head up and smashed their lips together as they kissed hungrily. Imani brought her unbound legs up around his hips and he went still. "What have you done." her small fist closed tighter in his hair and she smiled. "Rulindil, please allow me to come. I want to come around your thick cock. I want to feel you explode deep inside me!" She moaned and arched in his arms and despite himself Rulindil's breath picked up at the wanton little thing in his grip.

Rulindil knew something was very wrong but the presence in the back of his mind that he had been very mindful of keeping chained up had taken over. Elenwen could come in a put a knife in his back and it wouldn't stop him from rutting the little human. In hindsight he hadn't planned on taking it to this point but the Breton, her looks and her defiance, tore his mental barriers to shreds. She leaned up, shoving her bloody chest against his, moaned against his neck and promptly sank her teeth into his flesh. His mind went blank save for the overwhelming voice that screamed at him to return the favor and fuck the little fetcher senseless. In two strides he was at his desk and as he stood he yanked her hands from his shoulders and shoved her backwards.

Her back hit the wood hard enough to make her cough miserably and gasp for air before he dove down, steeled his hands on her shoulders, and began thrusting his hips madly. Rulindil didn't take her pleasure into consideration the mer rode her like a rabid animal and all she could do was take it. Imani held a silent scream on her lips, tears racing down her face, body throbbing with pain and pleasure she never knew she'd be able to handle. The Breton clawed at his back and brought heavy legs up to lock around his hips and doing so caused the mer to laugh, each sound jarred and broken with his pace. He shifted his hips down and rammed himself forward making the girl surge upwards with a screech as he hit the spot within her that made her vision speckle with white.

Rulindil lifted forward and licked at her tears and growled against her ear. "How does it feel human?" in her foggy mind Imani knew his question wasn't in regard to her satisfaction or comfort, nor was it completely mocking or snide, no he wanted to know how it really felt. He had managed to break her down in ways but not the ways either had intended and it was because of that that she in turn moaned against his pointed ear and tore her nails down his back to leave lines of crimson against his dusty gold skin. How did it feel to him knowing he'd taken this too far, that his actions would be met with swift retribution if anyone found out, that he'd be the victim to his own trade rather then the master? How did it really feel to her that even after all he'd done that she truly wanted nothing more but to stay and allow him to use her. They fought each other with teeth and nails as Rulindil's thrusts became frantic, their emotions, the pain, the pleasure, all of it blinding them and pulling them away from all they'd known.

At that moment they were each others escape they were two nameless and race less beings barreling towards something that would bring them to bliss that had long evaded their lives. Something that no amount of routine or spontaneous favors would satisfy and as her body steadily began to buzz with overwhelming arousal Imani felt herself stuck on the edge. He sensed it though, even with his face buried against her neck with busy lips and teeth marking her to show the world the evidence of their coupling, and slid a hand down between them. The small sting of electric overwhelmed her and Imani found her long lost voice and with a scream that borderline shook the building from its foundation she answered both him and herself.

"GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD, RULINDIL!"

For the first time in a long time his breath was stolen from him as her body crashed violently around him and anchored himself heavily against the thrashing Breton. His orgasm hit him so hard his knees went weak and his own yells and curses mixed with her own as he flooded her body so much so that he felt his release running back and dripping down his scrotum. After a few moments he pulled her against him weakly and sat back in his chair, the pair a shaking, bloody, and sweaty mess, and tenderly ran his quivering fingers through her inky hair.
"I knew it, Breton." he whispered against her shoulder with a soft smirk unaware of the Dunmer woman, dagger ready, right behind him.

"Don't kill him." Rulindil's mind was hazy and he frowned as to why she'd care if the thief left alive. But it wasn't the thief she spoke of, it wasn't even him she was addressing, and the Dunmer rose from behind them and his body grew heavier. He had been paralyzed.

"You're a fool to leave him alive." Jenassa growled. Slowly the Breton lifted off him onto unstable legs and chuckled breathily. "Do you have my bag?" She dressed quietly and the Dunmer made certain he remained paralyzed. Clothed in pitch black the girl whispered something to her accomplice as she went to pull on a black cowl, and with one final release of paralysis the woman hissed a Dunmeri curse and sank back into the shadows.

"It looks like my time here is through, elf." If he could've he would have growled. If the paralysis wore off soon so help her…
She pulled a book from her bag and quickly wrote in the front cover using his quill. "Hurry up." her rescuer hissed from the shadows and Imani scoffed. "Go on ahead you guys!"
She turned on her heel and placed the book on his lap with a sweet smile on her bloody and swollen lips. "You were a hell of a fuck but master material..." Imani hissed in mock contemplation and shrugged with a smug smirk and pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss.

As she disappeared on very unstable legs, giving the paralyzed mer a sense of pride for a job well done, into the murky shadows she hummed a tune that sounded familiar to him though he couldn't place it before her song dissipated and silence permeated the room. Moments passed and finally Rulindil could stand, his legs wobbled, groin aching in a way that confirmed he'd done a damn good performance and would be sore for a while, and as he tucked himself away he tilted the spine of that book towards his curious gaze. His brows rose and he snorted, a lie maybe, but she held up to her end of the deal as he looked over her message in the front cover of The Book of the Dragonborn.

'I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn came…and emptied your playpen too.
I think you could of done better, Black Eyes.
Find me.
-Imani

He glared ahead at the empty cell and slowly his lips pulled apart into a wolfish smile as he stood on weak legs. Imani had been the most fun he'd had in years and the Altmer found her witty challenge all the more arousing. Rulindil hadn't counted on ever holding any sort of feelings for the little killer but even with a lifetime of Thalmor discipline he couldn't find it in his mind to give any sort of regard to how 'obscene or vile' he'd been to not only willingly and eagerly couple with a human but he'd also released his prized seed within her. He chuckled thinking of how his father would truly have his head if he were still living and languidly stretched his aching body.
With a slight swagger in his step he wandered over to the rack and gathered his robes and dressed, quietly thinking of his tactics for their next romp, when the door slammed open and in walked a very irate Elenwen. He had stood calmly as she eyed his disheveled and bloody appearance, not catching the messy heap of dress tossed in the corner behind him, before she gave him his orders; send out a missive to all agents to kill the Breton and that Bosmer they'd hired on sight. He was to hand deliver the first copy to the head of the Thalmor field agents personally and with a final glance towards her escape route Rulindil ascended back up to his office.

The next evening found him just south of Dragon Bridge, standing over a corpse in black stained and soaked in crimson, with a content smirk on his face while he cleaned his dagger. No, her ladyship didn't have to know the unfortunate circumstances that led to the death of their field commander of sorts before he had a chance to distribute her orders to agents across Skyrim. Rulindil smiled, her tune on his lips but with his own twist, as he vanished back into the murky fog surrounding the area. 'I tell you, I tell you, I will find you again.'

What a wonderful ending! Thank you so much for finishing the fill, anon! That was so deliciously satisfying to read, especially the way everything turned out. Looking forward to reading more of your fills!
I also recommend posting on AO3 if you get a chance. There's a bit more exposure there ^_~
You rock!

AnonA is honestly very happy that you enjoyed the fill! If anyone rocks it's you guys! Truthfully I couldn't have finished this fill without your support! *hugs!*
Also I enjoy AO3 and I'll consider posting there in the future. Thank you for the recommendation!

A!A AO3 has been activated!

(Anonymous) - 2016-04-18 19:46 (UTC) - Expand

Firstly, I want to thank all of you that have been so patient with me. When I discovered the kinkmeme I was overwhelmed and overjoyed that I'd found people that like reading and writing sexy smutty smut. I had recently posted my first ever post/story to FF so when I found this I eagerly went through prompts and specifically looked for Thalmor themed ones.

Needless to say I bit off a lot and it was way more than I had anticipated. I was so excited about the all of it and was so ready to give the world more sexy Thalmor fills that I got ahead of myself in my stories. Interrogation? is one of 3 I started quickly and all at the same time and because of it I didn't focus much on the story line so much as 'yay Thalmor are so hot omg lets get to the sexy sex whee!' so as you can imagine once I chilled out and stepped back I was pretty bummed and disappointed with the stories I'd put out there.

You can imagine how surprised and in disbelief I was when I decided to look back on this fill and saw that there were you lovely anons wanting more. Even after my rush into this you stuck around and you guys enjoy it! I'm so thankful! I have struggled so hard with not just this fill but with writing in general over the last few months. There are so many great authors on this meme I often find myself comparing me to them and get discouraged. I don't have a gift like some others do but I do try to do my best and even though my best isn't the greatest ever I do try my hardest to give good fills.

So from the very very bottom of my heart I thank you Anons, for your support through this stagnant fill, for your love for it, and for your kind words. It really means a lot to me, even more so since I've had a really tough time not comparing myself to others, and because of it I'd wanted to give up and walk away. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Interrogation will be complete with my next post(it takes a while for KM to update stories...part 7 posted late this morning) and the way I've finished it I've left it open to continue into another prompt I saw(and need to find) so I may take that on and if I do it'll be slow but steady as I discover any sort of abilities I have with writing. If you're interested in a continuation of Imani/Rulindil I will happily post the link to that story on here if I can find it/if I start it/when I do so.

Thank you all again so much
-A

Well, I for one, would like to say THANK YOU FOR FINISHING THIS FILL!!! It was a lot of fun to read, and I expect you'll only improve with more practice! ... and yes, that means that I would like to see more of this pairing! Although I would not mind seeing you writing about other pairings!

Practice does make perfect(of course I thought of Lucien's voice just then). Thanks for sticking around through this bumpy ride, Anon! I'm thrilled to pieces that you've enjoyed the story!

Page 8 on the last page is a little fluffly fluff if you're intersted :)

Re: A!A Note/Explanation/Thanks

(Anonymous) - 2016-04-11 03:08 (UTC) - Expand

Ah, this story is amazing! I can't wait to read more. This part was especially hot. Please keep writing anon!

This is fantastic! Please write more soon, I love it!

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