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Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doens't Do Charity" (Part 1)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-24 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Caer stared down at her boots, not for the first time wondering how she was going to get out of this particular predicament. Just a week ago everything had been looking up. She’d escaped from Helgen, survived a trek through Bleak Falls Barrow, and helped to kill a dragon. She’d even gotten the title of Thane handed to her, something that she had never even dreamed of.

Then she’d fallen ill with some damnable disease she’d caught from a skeever and ended up at the Temple of Kynareth to heal. While she’d been thrashing around in a fever, all of her lovely gold and loot had vanished—seemingly without a trace. All she owned was the gown Danica had put on her out of pity and her boots. She’d lost everything—every weapon and jewel and book that she’d hoarded since coming to Skyrim.

There was no way that she was going to be able to go see the Graybeards without a weapon or armor. It would be suicide.

Standing, she started down the staircase that led to the merchants on the main avenue of Whiterun. Maybe one of the merchants would allow her to outfit herself on credit. It was the best idea she had and she was admittedly desperate. She glanced at Arcadia’s shop and quickly dismissed it. The other woman wouldn’t likely agree to help her.

Turning, she spotted Belethor’s shop. The Breton had always been charming, willing to share a story as she’d shopped or traded with him. Surely he would help her. Stepping inside his shop, she smiled hopefully at the Breton shopkeeper.

“Good afternoon!” bellowed Belethor, grinning at the girl coming into his shop. His eyes widened as he realized that she wasn’t in her usual light armor but in a rather plain blue gown. What the gown lacked in style it made up for in revealing the curvy figure of the woman who wore it. “Some may call this junk—me I call them treasures,” he pitched, leaning forward against the counter.

Caer nodded, stepping closer. “Master Belethor, I have a proposition for you,” she began, smiling her winningest smile at the man.

Belethor’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t have any coin, do you?”

Caer swallowed. “No.” Her voice was small, tiny. This wasn’t going the way she had hoped.

Belethor sighed, arms crossed over his chest. “This isn’t a charity, Mistress Caer. My wares are expensive and valuable.”

Caer nodded miserably, already turning towards the door. “I’m sorry I bothered you, Master Belethor.” She reached out for the door. “I’ll just head out.”

Belethor frowned. “Wait.” He watched as she stopped, the expression she shot him full of hope. “I have a proposition of my own,” he offered, motioning her towards him.

Caer nodded eagerly. “Whatever you want, Master Belethor. I promise, I will pay you back. You won’t regret this.”

Belethor stepped around her and closed the bolt on the door. Turning to meet her startled gaze he smiled. “I don’t think you understand, my dear.” He stepped to her, his hand finding her elbow and guiding her up a flight of stairs to the upper level of his shop. “My proposal is how you pay me back.”

Caer swallowed. “What do you mean?”

Belethor tucked her hair behind her ear as he stepped into her personal space. “What I mean, my dear, is that for the next month, you will work to please me and do anything I ask. After one month, I will give you any armor and weapons you require, as well as any supplies needed to continue your journeys.” His hand fell to her hip, his thumb rubbing circles against her through her gown. “Do you agree?”

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doens't Do Charity" (Part 2)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-24 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
“One month and then you’ll pay for anything I need?” she asked in a small voice.

Belethor nodded.

“And I only please you—not anyone else, right?” The last thing she wanted was for Belethor to decide that she should be sleeping with every man in Whiterun.

Belethor nodded again. “Aye, just me. For one month.”

Caer closed her eyes and nodded. “When do we start?”

Belethor chuckled. “We start now, my dear.” He crouched down, catching the hem of her gown and dragging it up and off. Beneath the gown she was bare—her own undergarments had been burned along with her old clothes as a preventive measure to reduce infection. Stepping to her, he cupped her breasts in his hands, the flesh heavy and full and more than a handful. Her nipples were peaked and taut and he brushed them with his thumbs. Glancing down he noted that she was rubbing her thighs together and smirked. “I think you are excited, my dear,” he grinned.

Caer groaned. Sadly he was right. The man had a voice for sin and the depravity of their agreement just increased her excitement.

Belethor slowly guided her back down the steps and behind the counter. “Now, my dear, for the next month I don’t think that dress will be required. It’ll just get in the way.” He stepped to the back door, locking that as well after writing a note for his shop helper. Returning to her, he placed her hands on the countertop and pressed his hand to her back, forcing her to bend forward. He slid in behind her, his hands already falling to his trousers. Soon they gaped open, his thick cock springing forward in anticipation. “Have you had a man before, my dear?

Caer nodded silently, bracing herself for what was to come next.

Belethor smiled. “Good. Then you know what to do,” he advised, his fingers falling to the cleft between her thighs. She was soaked with fluid in preparation. “Excellent, my dear,” he cooed, sliding his cock between her thighs and slowly pushing into her. His cock rooted deeper and deeper within her, his thickness stroking her walls and zinging pleasure to her very core. Caer gasped as he pushed deeper and deeper within her. Never had she felt so full. His cock was by far the thickest she had ever had and she felt stretched to her limit. But the way that his cock rubbed against her insides made her squirm in pleasure. Finally he was all the way in and Caer was leaning draped over the counter, holding on for dear life.

Gripping her hips, he began to piston in and out of her sheath, leaving just the head of his cock inside her on each stroke out before pushing back all the way in on the return. Soon she was shaking uncontrollably with her first orgasm, his hand moving to cover her mouth and prevent her cries of pleasure from being heard outside his shop. On and on it went, his magical cock wringing orgasm after orgasm from her until she was a quaking, weak mess. Finally he hit his own peak, his climax splashing deep inside her and filling her tender womb. Holding on to her, he threw his head back, feeling her answering climax as she found her final completion. He leaned against her, gathering his breath as he slowly pulled out of her.

Reaching down behind the counter, he grabbed a soft cloth and began to clean Caer up. Turning her, he stroked between her thighs with the same cloth, paying special attention to her clitoris. Soon she was gasping again and he sat back on a bench, guiding her down onto his cock, her channel sheathing him as if it had been made especially for him. As she bounced atop his lap, he suckled her breasts, his teeth and tongue worrying the peaks until every touch to her sensitive mounds resonated between her thighs. Slipping his fingers down between their joined bodies, he ground his thumb against her clitoris, dragging her orgasm from her exhausted body.

As he found his own completion, he held the exhausted Dragonborn to him. "Aye, my dear, I think this arrangement will work nicely."

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 3)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-29 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Belethor leaned back against the wall of his shop and pondered the strange turn of events of the day. He never had expected that Caer, the Dragonborn Thane of Whiterun, would agree to this proposal of his. Never imagined that his cock would be buried deep inside her still clenching channel—just realizing the realness of it was enough to make him fully hard again. Seated on the bench, her thighs spread and wrapped around his waist, he began to thrust gently again inside her.

Caer rested her head against Belethor’s shoulder, moaning and mewling softly as he pumped gently against her. Compared with the almost animalistic thrusting against his shop counter, this was almost sweet. She shuddered atop him, feeling the pleasure spreading through her limbs as they once again found release together, his cock spilling deep within her and spreading the warmth throughout her belly. “I had forgotten what it was to make love with a man who knows what he’s doing,” she murmured softly, wincing as her muscles finally began to protest their overuse.

Belethor chuckled, helping his new lover to slowly disentangle herself from him. As he helped her to her feet his hand moved to her cleft, stroking her damp sex with a gentle possessiveness. “I am happy to oblige. Now, for a little matter that needs tending,” he whispered, capturing her lips in a quick kiss. Stepping back to the counter, he rummaged through bottles and vials until he crowed softly in victory. “Here, Caer, drink this. It’ll keep you from becoming heavy with child,” he explained. For a moment he imagined Caer round with his child and his hand spread flat against her belly, a faraway look in his eyes.

Caer nodded, taking the vial and drinking it down quickly. The liquid was bitter and she made a face. “After every coupling or just once a day?”

Belethor took back the vial and carried it into through to his eating area. It would be washed with all the other vials and containers and reused when he brewed more potions. Fortunately, he had enough contraception potion to last a few days and there were advantages to having a master potion brewer next door. “Once a day, Caer.” At the soft rumble of hunger that sounded from Caer’s belly, he smiled. “Shall we have a meal and take a few hours to rest?”

“That would be lovely. What can I do to help?” asked Caer, stepping towards the hearth in one corner of the room.

Belethor clucked at her, shooing her from the fire. Though the mental image of Caer cooking a meal for him in nothing at all did send a rise to his cock. They might have to explore that later. Right now, he wanted to eat and take a nap. “Nonsense. We shall eat abovestairs. Since the shop is closed today, there’s no reason not to. Now go to our room, Caer. I’ll bring the meal.”

Caer smiled uncertainly but did as she was told, climbing the narrow stairs back up to the living quarters above. It still seemed odd that she was going to be Belethor’s lover for the next month. Though, if this afternoon was any indication, it would not be an unpleasant month. Settling onto the bed in Belethor’s room, she allowed her gaze to wander over the room’s contents. It was spare and well-organized, much like the man belowstairs.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 3)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-30 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
It always seamed weird that there isn't more fics with Belethor, he was the first one who caught my attention in Skyrim.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 3)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-30 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Passerby anon agrees, I absolutely adore Belethor, and this fic is just perfect for him.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4a)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-30 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a pitcher and basin on a low stand near the window and she smiled, slowly rising from the bed. After her activities with Belethor, she was in need of a bath. A quick wash would go a long way to helping until she could get a bath in the bathhouse, though. Pouring some of the water into the basin, she dipped one of the cloths provided for just that purpose into the water and wrung it out a little. Dragging the damp cloth around her neck and down her throat, she swept the cloth down between her breasts with a sigh.

The sound of footfalls behind her made her pause and she turned to face Belethor, holding the cloth. “I hope you don’t mind—I thought it might be best to clean myself before we slept,” she admitted softly.

Belethor laid the platter of food on the top of one of the clothes chests in his room and stepped towards her, his dark eyes sparkling. “Hmmm…I think I can help you. After all, I did help you get dirty.” He took the cloth from her fingers and dipped it back into the water. Rummaging in the drawer beneath the basin, he pulled out a bar of soap that smelled like moonflowers. Swiping the cloth across the bar of soap, he turned back to Caer. “Ready?” he purred.

Caer nodded and hissed as he softly dragged the soapy cloth over the swells of her breasts, paying special attention to her pinked and peaked nipples. He stepped closer, his lips falling to her throat as he weighed her breasts in his palms, the cloth spreading bubbles across the tender flesh. Satisfied that they were clean, he dipped the cloth back into the basin and rinsed it, before dragging the wet cloth over her breasts, earning another hiss. His lips lowered to her breasts, teasing her nipples with suckling kisses as the again-soapy cloth continued its trek down her ribs to her belly. Stroking her hips and tummy with the cloth in gentle circular strokes, he dipped it teasingly between her thighs. She shuddered as he stroked her intimately with the cloth.

Belethor chuckled as he slid his fingers between her thighs, stroking her to climax as he dipped the cloth back into the basin and started to rinse the soap from her body. “My dear, let’s get you dried off and move this to the bed,” he suggested with a leer.

Caer swallowed. “Belethor,” she whispered, her hand falling to the front of his trousers where his cock pressed insistently against the fabric. “Shall we clean you as well?” she purred.

Belethor watched her for a moment before nodding curtly. His hands moved to the hem of his tunic and he tugged it over his head and dropped it onto the back of a nearby chair. Dropping his hands to his belt, he unfastened it, carefully coiling the leather and setting it on a dresser top. Finally his hands moved to the laces closing his pants and, with all the ceremony of opening a present, carefully opened the laces, his pants falling without the assistance of the laces or his belt. Stepping out of his trousers, he tossed them overtop of his tunic and faced Caer.

Caer gasped, reaching out to grasp his semi-erect cock. Her fingers closed around him and she was amazed at the silky feel of his cock and the heat that radiated into her palm. At his shuddering breath, she looked up, meeting his dark gaze. “Best we start, shall we?” she asked, plucking the cloth from the basin and soaping it. She stroked the cloth across his belly, drawing a gasp from Belethor as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Leaning forward, she captured his already weeping cock between her lips as she continued to drag the cloth up and down his thighs, paying special attention to his inner thighs and his groin.

Belethor tangled his fingers in her hair, thrusting into her mouth as she suckled him deeper inside her. All the while he felt her stroking his thighs and the firm cheeks of his ass with that cloth. Soon all pretense was abandoned as the cloth was dropped back into the basin and Caer’s hands clutched his ass, her mouth wringing throaty moans of pleasure from Belethor as he emptied himself with a roar.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4b)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-30 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Caer grinned up at Belethor as he slowly drew his cock from her mouth and helped her to her feet. “Feel cleaner?” she teased.

Belethor gaped at her and swooped down, capturing her lips and tasting himself. “I might have trouble giving this up after a month,” he admitted, guiding her to the bed. “Before we do anything else…food.” He reached for the platter of food, placing it between them. "Eat."

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4b)

(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the way that Belethor's character is revealed seamlessly amidst the smut. Very, particular and tidy - and slightly debauched of course. This is well written, I hinestly don't know which current Caer fill I like better, this or the Mercer one.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4c)

(Anonymous) 2014-04-24 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Caer shrugged, tucking into the food that Belethor had prepared. He was right—she did have to keep her strength up and he was a more than fair cook. Soon her plate was empty and she reclined back on the mattress, her eyes watching as Belethor finished his own meal of cold chicken, bread, cheese and grilled leaks. He approached his meal just as he did running his store or pleasuring her—with careful precision. Unlike many men that she had watched he didn’t fall on his food like a barnyard animal—no, he had manners. Finally he was done, a napkin wiping his mouth before he cleared the dishes from the bedspread back to the dresser.

“Thank you, Belethor. That was lovely,” she purred as the shopkeeper settled back on the bed beside her.

Belethor nodded, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “The company is what made it lovely, Caer,” he agreed, watching the woman who had agreed to be his for the month. “Now, let’s get into this bed and snatch a nap from the afternoon,” he suggested, fighting a yawn that suddenly tried to erupt from him. “I’m not as young a man as I once was and,” he leaned forward, his mouth capturing hers, “you require a certain…exuberance.”

Caer smirked at the long-haired Breton, reaching for the tie on his queue. “Hmm, alright Belethor. I won’t complain about a nap. Especially with such handsome company,” she agreed, her hands running through his now loosed dark hair as she tugged him down to lie beside her. Curling against him, she felt her eyes flutter shut of their own accord as she felt his broad hand stroke down from the curve of her hip to her knee where it curled around him.

The shadows were long when Belethor startled awake from a dream, his mind racing at the woman lying beside him. It took him a moment to remember that it was Caer, the Dragonborn, who had fallen asleep at his side. Her breath was soft and steady, her body still deep in the clutches of sleep. Turning on his side, he watched her, marveling that she had accepted his trade.

Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips from the delicate shell of her ear down to the soft skin of her slender throat. Her flesh felt like the finest silk he’d ever sold and his fingers itched to continue on their exploration. Down to the delicate frame of her collarbone and her shoulders he wandered, his eyes urging his fingers towards her soft, full breasts. Laying as she was on her back they weren’t the proud mounds that he’d fondled and suckled so recently—they had settled into still generous mounds against her chest, her nipples soft and still pink. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over one of her peaks, his tongue bathing the puckering flesh even as his teeth gently scraped against her. Glancing up, he saw her face tighten slightly as her body began to respond to his teasing but her features soon smoothed again as sleep refused to release its claim on her. Allowing himself a grin, he continued his attentions to her breast, his hand coming up to cup her other breast, his fingers circling and stroking, tugging and tweaking her nipple until it stood proud like its twin. He glanced up again, wondering if his increased attention to her breasts might have woken her.

Nothing. Her breath, though a little quicker, was still steady and she showed no hint that she was aware of his attentions to her sleeping form. His mouth quirked with a wicked smile as he let his other hand slide down her ribcage to her belly, the flesh soft beneath his touch. Her flesh quivered beneath his touch as he slid his fingers lower, cupping her mound with a soft touch. His dark eyes flickered back up to her sleeping face as he gently stroked the fleshy lips, applying more and more pressure until his fingers sank into her channel.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4d)

(Anonymous) 2014-04-24 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Caer’s breath hitched, her thighs parting unconsciously to allow him greater access as his fingers began to slowly slide in and out of her. His thumb grazed her clit with each stroke, his eyes watching her sleeping face, wondering when his sleeping beauty would awaken. Meanwhile his cock pressed firmly into the mattress, reminding him that it would rather take the place of his fingers. Moving up, he slowly dragged his fingers from her clenching channel, smirking at the soft whine of displeasure that drifted from her lips. He lined his cock up to her vaginal opening and pushed in, burying his cock inside her with one thrust.

Caer’s eyes shot open as she found herself suddenly very full, Belethor pressing down from above, a smirk on his lips. “Good morning?” she gasped, rocking beneath his thrusts.

Belethor glanced at the window and the shadows. “More like evening, my dear,” he purred, nuzzling against arch of her throat. “But the idea is the same.”

Caer chuckled, the sound cut off as Belethor shifted, his thick cock brushing so indecently against her sheath. So indecently, but so pleasurably. “I gather you’re not tired anymore.”

Belethor grinned down at the woman beneath him. “Not in the slightest. Though I will have to abandon you at some point this evening to go down and sort through my latest shipment.” He shook his head, his normally bound hair falling in a curtain around his face. The thick chestnut locks brushed against her skin with each thrust. “I trust you can amuse yourself.”

Caer shrugged, her ankles locked behind his hips as she met his thrusts. “I’ll make myself useful, Belethor. Have no fear of that.”

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4d)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-06 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Please tell me this is not abandoned.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4d)

(Anonymous) 2014-07-01 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
A!A here: not abandoned, just waiting for my inspiration to revive. Promise, I fully intend to debauch poor Belethor more. :)

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4e)

(Anonymous) 2014-09-29 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Belethor glanced over the inventory that would have to be set out. Taking the previous day to enjoy Caer had put him behind—not that he was complaining. But it would mean that he would be stuck behind the counter once again. And he’d promised Adrianne that she would have Sigund’s help for the rest of the week.

Rubbing his neck, he began to unwrap the parcels that had been delivered. Books were easy to sell and his procurers had come across a few rare finds. A signed copy of the Gourmet’s cookbook certainly stood out—he might keep that for his personal collection. He glanced at the array of amulets, rings, and enchanted armor that now littered his shop…some of which he should set aside for Caer as per their agreement, he thought.

A light creak of the steps alerted him to Caer’s appearance a moment later, the curvy Breton striding towards him with a smile. He felt his cock come alive at the sight of the naked woman approaching him, some of his excitement no doubt coming from the fact that anyone could walk in the unlocked doors. “Caer, you should stay upstairs,” he urged, coming out from behind the counter.

Caer chuckled, stepping around him to stand behind the counter, her arms braced on the top as she stared at him. “Boring. Besides, I did say that I would make myself useful, did I not?” she purred.

Belethor frowned, startling at the sound of the bell over the door. He turned with wide eyes towards the counter, realizing that Caer must have ducked down beneath it. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to greet his customer. “Good evening, Olfina. How can I help you this afternoon?”

The silver-haired young woman offered a small smile for the Breton. “I seem to be in need of a new dress, Belethor. Can you help me?”

Belethor nodded, bustling behind the counter, dark eyes already lighting on a stack of dresses. “Aye, Olfina. I’m sure we have something to suit you.” He stepped to the counter, lifting the gowns onto the countertop for the Nord woman to peruse.

Olfina smiled as she began to sort through the gowns, pausing at the stuttering breath that suddenly escaped Belethor. The man’s cheeks and throat were suddenly flushed and his mouth had fallen open as if in shock. “Belethor, are you alright?”

Belethor swallowed and nodded quickly, his eyes dropping briefly down below the counter. He didn’t really need to look to know that Caer’s mouth had closed over his cock, the fingers of one hand clutching his ass through his trousers as she suckled him. The image, though, of her naked, kneeling before him with her thighs splayed wide, her free hand buried between her own thighs, and her cheeks hollowing around his cock nearly had him come immediately. “Fine,” he replied, his voice cracking with strain. He swallowed and offered a smile at the woman before him. “Find what you were looking for?”

Olfina sighed, laying two gowns on the countertop. Each was beautiful in its own right and Belethor knew that the woman before him would not be able to afford either. He shuddered as Caer swallowed around his length, massaging his cock with her tongue and throat. He needed to get Olfina out of the shop.

“I only have ten,” admitted Olfina, trailing a finger lovingly along the neckline of the first gown.

Belethor swallowed a groan as he felt himself closing in on orgasm. If he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Olfina, he needed to get her gone. “Special today for you only, Mistress Olfina. I’ll give you both gowns for ten—that fair?”

Olfina’s eyes widened in shock. Belethor never lowered his prices…he must be ill, she thought. “Are you certain?”

Belethor nodded quickly, his eyes shutting against the wave of pleasure that threatened to break over him. “Yes, yes, Mistress Olfina. Just do me a favor and lock the door on your way out, if you would. I think I’m going to close early.”

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4f)

(Anonymous) 2014-09-29 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Olfina nodded, quickly grabbing the gowns against her chest and hurrying out the door, pulling it shut with a click of the lock on her way out.

Back behind the counter Belethor sagged against the counter as Caer cleaned his now empty cock, barely having contained himself as the door closed on his orgasm. “You are evil,” he breathed, leaning back to watch the woman before him.

Caer shrugged from where she knelt before him, her hand still buried between her thighs, fingers moving inside her as she hurried herself towards climax. Her other hand came to her breast, massaging and plucking at her nipple as she gazed up at the shopkeeper. “Just bored,” she admitted breathlessly.

Belethor grinned, enjoying the sight of Caer pleasuring herself. He was beginning to realize that the coming month might be more interesting than he’d ever imagined.

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4f)

(Anonymous) 2014-10-03 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
So glad you're back!

Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4a)

(Anonymous) 2014-01-31 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not a Belethor fan, but this is hot. So.damn.hot.