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The Dragonborn learns about Lynly's real identity, and there is only one way for her to buy his silence.

No all-out Non-Con, make Lynly fancy the Dragonborn at least and get some pleasure out of the deal.

I'd prefer Argonian or Khajiit DB but any other race is good.

It was night already. All of the patrons were gone from Vilemyr Inn, gone to take care of their own business. The inn was deserted, save for one person.

Lynly Star-Sung had awoken in the middle of the night, thirsty like a camel. She wondered through the empty inn, to the counter.

"Damn." she said, to herself. She reached behind the counter and uncorked a bottle of cheap mead. She sat down on one of the stools, sipping on the watered down beverage. "What possessed me to be thirsty at this time?" she asked herself.

She knew what was possessing her. Recently, she felt increasingly preoccupied with Sibbi. His time in the jail was finishing, by her calculations, and she trembled in just thinking about what he would do if he found her. She shook the thought out of her head and drunk some more of the mead. Even though she was wearing her lightest clothes, a leather nightgown, the thought was almost enough to make her sweat.

"Calm down, Svi... Lenly." she said, to herself. "No one will find out. No o..."

She was interrupted by a creating door. She froze in her stool, fear creeping up her spine. Thieves? Assassins? She bit her lip, aprehensive.

She heard light footsteps through the floor. The inn wasn't completely dark: some moonlight and starlight came in through the windows. Yet, she could see almost nothing.

"Oh, Talos..." she said, weakly, closing her eyes.

She felt the shadow stop behind her, she could hear it's breathing behind her. They stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, it seemed. She was completely frozen in place by fear, unable to move, awaiting something, anything, to happen...

Then she heard one of the stools by her sides moving and the shadow sat down.

She looked at the shadow. It was a man, in a long, black coat. A hood obscured his face, but from the black scales present on his arms, which she could see thanks to his rolled up sleeves and his long tail behind him, she could see it was an Argonian. The Daedric bow on his back immediatly made her recognize which Argonian it was. She lowered her head to the counter, a chuckle escaping her throat.

"Dovahkiin..." she said, looking at him. She saw two grey eyes staring back at her under the hood.

((To be continued.))

(Requester here) You have my attention, author!anon. Please do go on.

She chuckled, burrying her head into her forearms. “Why did you scare me like that?” she asked

He pulled his hood back, revealing his black face and his Argonian hair. He had a slight grin on his face.

“Because you just set yourself up for a scare so perfectly. I couldn’t waste the chance.” he said, in a slightly hoarse voice which she had learend to associate with him

She sat up again. She had met the Dovakhiin when he had come to climb the 7000 Steps up to High Hrothgar. She hadn’t given the Argonian archer much credit when he first came up, with a beaten up leather armor and a second hand bow. However, when he came by next, he was wearing his current outfit: that custom leather armor, and that menacing Daedric Bow in his back was a staple of his.

“Well, I’m sorry.” she said, looking at him. “What have you been up to, Dovahkiin?” she asked.

“Not much...” he said. “This war has been boring me of late...” he said, his eyes moving to his hands. She kept her gaze focused on his scaled face. “This land doesn’t have much left to me.” he continued. “So I’m reserved to running errands.”

She raised an eyebrow. From all the tales she had heard of the Dovahkiin, she knew he was no errand boy...

“You? An errand boy? Dovahkiin...” she begun. He stopped her with a wave of her hand.

“Call me Rahzel.” he said, much to her surprise. She hadn’t heard his name before. She gulped down at his voice. It was lighthearted, but there was something more... rough about it...

“All right... Rahzel...” she continued. “What kind of errand?” she asked, a bit more afraid.

He chuckled. She liked his smile. She didn’t know when he had stroken her fancy, but she found his scales, his hair... strangely attractive... And his voice... That primal voice...

“Well, I’ve been visiting a few dungeons....” he said. She was focused on his voice, but still she stiffened on her stool. “And talking to quite a few interesting people who have been jailed.” he continued, looking at his nails. She looked at him, aprehensively.

“Including a member of the Black-Briar familly...”
She almost gasped. Her hands tightened around the bottle of mead. He looked at her, with a smirk on his face.

“What’s your real name, Lynly?” he asked, with a half chuckle.

She froze. Her eyes widened. She heard a small crack of the bottle. If he could see her face, he would probably see her face get incredibly pale.

“I... I...” she said, as he turned slightly in his stool, looking at her from the front. “Rahzel, I...” she couldn’t find the words. He kept looking at her, with a more serious face.

“Your name is Svidi, isn’t it?” he asked, not blinking.

She quickly got up from her stool. She rushed away, to her room. She had to distance herself from him. She couldn’t let him take her to Sibbi. She had to run away...

She felt metal on her bare shoulders. She froze instantly.

“Calm down, Svidi...” he said. She looked back.

How had he gotten up that quickly? He was up on his feet, and had somehow already drawn his sword and it was pressed on her shoulder, not enough to draw blood, but enough for her to feel it.

“Now now, let’s not get dodgy...” he said, removing the sword from her shoulder and out it over his shoulder.

She turned around to him. The way he looked at her made her both afraid and... strangely attractive. He took a few steps toards her. She saw the entirety of the sword. It had a black, curved blade, with an intricate silver design near the circular handle.

“Please...” she said, taking a step back, and feeling her wall hitting a wall. “I just want to live.”

He stepped in closer, putting his sword back in his scabbard.

“Well, I don’t want to kill you...” he said, putting a finger under her chin. She widened her eyes. “I’m sure we can strike a deal?” he asked, tilting his head.

She gasped, feeling his thumb carass her cheek? Like this? This was how her night was going to be? She stared into his metallic grey eyes. She saw a smile spread across his muzzle.

“I know you have been casting second glances at me, Svidi...” he whispered, and his voice touched her ears again.

She opened her mouth slightly, as in protest. However, she was a bit too slow.

Because, as soon as she opened her mouth, he leaned forward, touching his mouth to hers in a kiss.

((To be continued))

Thanks! I'll try to update this as frequently as possible. Some feedback is appreciated. :)

Are you the kind of person who only wants to receive happy, positive feedback, or do you like constructive criticism? Since there are a few points which I'd like to mention, but only if you are willing to hear them.

She widened her eyes. She was stiff against the wall. She felt his strange lips crushed against hers...

She felt his hand come up to her flank, elicting a slight shiver from her.

“See?” she heard him say. “You are more eager than what you are willing to let up...” he said, his mouth barely separating from hers.

“No, I...” she begun, in protest, meekly.

“Let’s cut a deal.” he said, his hand still carassing her side. “I won’t tell Sibbi about your current whereabouts... And we have some fun tonight...” he said.

She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want this. At least, not right now. But... She was out of options. If he tod Sibbi about her, he woyuld certainly kill her... But if she allowed him to take advantage of her, what would be of her pride and respect.

“No one needs to find out...” he said, as if reading her mind. “Of course, you could mak your friends jealous by saying you slept with the Dragonborn...” he said, with a smug expression.

She gulped, retreating as far as she could. However, he easilly slid his hand in her lower back, making her gasp. He pulled her and pressed her against himself.

“What do you say?” he asked.

Her hand crawled through his chest. Through the lether vest, she could feel his wiry muscle. She bit her lip.

“I... I...” she said. “I...”

“Let me give you a small sample...” he said, shifting his hands to below her knees, and much to her surprise, lifted her up. She gasped as her legs were pressed around his waist. “Of the night...” he said, kissing her neck. She moaned. “So you’ll have a better idea of your choices...” his raspy whisper said, to her ear, and almost made her give up then and there.

She suddenly felt that they were moving. Somehow, he managed to find her room. He closed it with his tail. Meanwhile, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The room was small, dimly lit by a torch she had set up when she had gone for a drink. The bed was built for one person only, but she didn’t mind sleeping under him...

“What are you thinking?” she thought, feeling him slide his hands to her back. “He just wants to lay you in that bed and... No! I can’t think about that. Don’t think about those hard muscles, those scales agianst your body, that warm breath against your skin...”

He placed her on the night stand, gently kissing her neck and cheek. She placed a hand on his cheek.

“Please, I...” she said, before moaning due to a well placed kiss.

“You will stay quiet...” he said, in a more commanding tone. She gulped down her words. She couldn’t believ taht she was enjoyig his touches, even through her leather nightgown. She heard a chuckle. “See? I assure you will enjoy this...”

She ran her hands through his feathers. He locked eyes with her, and she felt a priaml surge from within her.

“In a few minutes...” he said, moving his hands up her arms, elicting goosebumbs from her. “You’ll see what the better choice is...”

“I...” she said, as he begun to move his hands through the muscles of her neck. “I... want this...” she continued, not entirely sure on it, closing her eyes and letting a moan out.

He chuckled, and the sound it made made her tighten her legs’s grip against his waist.

“A few minutes?” he sai, to himself, his hands pressing her against him as he begun to slide down on her body. “I understimate myself...”

((To be continued))

Well I'm going to be setting up camp awaiting the rest of this. Lovely to see some Argonian on the kink, we can never have enough.

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