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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "

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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!

Re-writing Interrogation for now to post on AO3 but my other fluffy story has been posted there! I've taken yet another plunge! Thank you all again for everything!

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