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A M!NPC spying the F!DB washing herself/having her bath (anywhere in Skyrim).

Her housecarl, her Jarl, her follower, a passing by bandit, a Companion, a Thalmor... I don't care who, but he spies her and she doesn't notice him. Up to anon if he's doing something after.

Kinks are: voyeurism, bathing, erotism (and more to anon liking)

F!DB of any race, any M!NPC.

But bonus if Fasendil is the one spying her. In Understone Keep. And he is caught by Ondolemar. And he enjoys the view too.

Make it erotic anon please!

...A Thalmor Agent you say... *puts fingers together* I will second this and then pray my muse comes to me.

Oh Alla, my dear Altmer & Thalmor-shagging dragonborn...

Characters: Fasendil/F!DB
Genre: PWP
Relationships: Hetero
Warnings: Outdoor Sex
Summary: The Legate of Riften comes across the dragonborn bathing in the lake.

Tags: char:F!DB, char:legate_fasendil, race:altmer, race:imperial, relationship:het

Notes: I fought with this with three different Altmers and then just decided to hell with it. Fasendil is near a lake and I assume he just patrols the area all day. What else does he got to do (other than when Alla does want a 'fuck'). Apologies I couldn't figure out the second half of the bonus logically OP! Or try and make this my usual brand but well, I may be in a bit of a rut. Hopefully someone else fills this!

Alla groaned as she sunk into the water, the oil she had scrubbed into her hair getting into her eyes making her blind for a second, her mind cursing her for her stupidity. This was why she hated bathing in an open lake. It was so much easier under a waterfall with a steady stream to wash away any type of perfume or oil or potion instead of having to scrub and dunk; she also didn’t appreciate how much of the wildlife around her seemed to stop and watch. Yes, she was bathing, an odd sight to a fox. Didn’t mean they had to remain to stare.

She sighed and dunked her head under a few more times, growling as she rubbed her eyes before throwing her head back sending a whiplash of water behind her. She stayed half submerged staring out at the lake to the trees that were still refusing to shed their leaves, the air warm with the scents of birch and smoke from nearby Ivarstead.

She had come from clearing out a bear den on request of Urag. Apparently some bandits had thought it smart to hide a rare book in a chest buried in it. Smart indeed. She found their bodies after she had killed the bears and had taken what little coin they had from them in a small amount of compensation. But she stunk of the beasts and had come to the lake for a wash, sighing as she felt her skin.

She closed her eyes enjoying it for a moment, the sensation of the water and the stress-free air around her. She wouldn’t say the Rift was the most beautiful hold in Skyrim but it came close with its eternal Autumnal forest and ring of mountains that seemed to coddle it. She preferred Winterhold due to the company and ties she had but the Rift had a sense of peace for her. It provided a nice loneliness she rarely had at the college and she could take her time instead of rushing away from Snow bears and ice wraiths. She didn’t know why Winterhold was clogged with such irritating beasts.

She leaned back, trying to float and she did for a second before sinking, kicking out to get to the surface. She growled, wiping the water from her face and she looked to her knapsack which sat on the shore behind her wondering if her waterbreathing potion would allow her to swim when she saw movement. She froze, her heart beginning to race and for a second a person flashed in her mind.

Delvin? No, it couldn’t be. He rarely left the Flagon and was more obsessed with Vex anyways. She didn’t blame him. Vex was quite becoming for an Imperial. She, on the other hand, was more childish looking than serious. She touched her short red hair, pulling it back before she realized she was forgetting the point.

“Who’s there!” she yelled out at the woods, hoping it wasn’t some sort of monster or troll. She had heard enough tales from the gossip of the Holds to know those things weren’t what a person wished to meet naked. She flexed her arms, turning to face the shore readying her hand. “Hello!?”

Nothing moved making her grow angry and she sunk into the water leaving only above her eyes exposed, searching. There was no movement after causing her to growl and she slowly stood back up until her waist was exposed, her eyes watching the woods. It was probably nothing and she was just getting jumpy. She took a few moments, wary as she went to grab a few more things from her knapsack before she relaxed and went back to her grooming.

Fasendil sighed internally as he leaned against the birch tree, cursing himself for nearly getting caught. He knew he should have just approached when he first saw movement in the water but her utter absorption into what she was doing made him stop and he found himself watching her like some sort of naughty teenage boy. He had seen her naked enough from how many times she did take over his bed but her bathing was different.

He looked behind the tree, watching her rub some sort of lotion into her skin, her hands moving over her breasts and he flushed. Women were so curiously different when they bathed. He, like his men, would just quickly go in and out making sure to get the layers of dirt and blood off. He learned from his father and the legion when they travelled not to emphasize on long baths since an enemy could be anywhere but Alla, a woman and the dragonborn by the gods, seemed to revel in the water.

She was taking her time, washing her hair and she leaned back, her legs moving out of the water for him to see. They were a delicate tanned color, no visible scars from where he was and she disappeared for a second under the dark lake before reappearing, stretching making him flush.

Her flesh looked soft even from his spot and he dearly remembered why he had left her indulge herself on him. He wouldn’t mind a quick roll on the ground himself and the way she was moving was enticing him. Her breasts swayed in the water, her hair flowing like lavender stalks in a light breeze and she was graceful as she washed herself, the pumice rock in her hands not leaving her skin a harsh, sore red.

He stepped forward to see her more and he snapped a twig making him halt. Her head whipped around and he flattened himself against the tree again, silently cursing himself on being such a pervert when she called out again.

“Whoever is out there, I hope you’re enjoying what you’re seeing!” she yelled, the water splashing making his heart beat a bit in worry that she was going to come over. It stopped and he waited.

“Does this satisfy you? Will you come out now that you can see me?”

He frowned and looked from the birch tree wondering what she was going on about. He turned a deep red as he stared at her; she was almost fully out of the water exposing herself to the surroundings with her hands on her hips. Water was dripping off her body, the sun making her skin shine and he went back behind the tree, embarrassed for her. He couldn’t believe she would so brazenly expose herself like that especially when she suspected someone was watching.

He wondered if she knew it was him but the chances were slim otherwise she would have called his name. For her to be so bold without a thought worried him. Anyone could go and take advantage of her like that and she had nothing but her flimsy magic to help. He turned back, trying to get the nerve to go to her when she was gone. He looked around, trying to see where she went when he realized she was laying on the shore.

It looked as if she was sun tanning and he contemplated going to her, maybe making up some excuse as if he had stumbled across her coming back from Falkreath to their camp when there was a slight moan from her body. He frowned, looking down and he could see her hands moving over her chest.

She was touching herself, stroking her breasts then down to her stomach and he turned red, watching her. He had never seen her do such a thing – he had heard of her appetite though and this was not unusual but still. He was glued to his spot as her hand rubbed her right breast. Her legs moved, her thighs pressing together for a moment and they spread as her hand went down, her moans increasing.

He went back against the birch, looking around as she started making lewd noises and he felt himself stir. Of course he did, she was a naked girl and he had his desires. He knew some of the contours of her body, the taste of her sex and lips, how much she would clench when prompted. Only natural he get roused by it.

Her moans were getting louder, the sounds driving straight into his cock and he felt himself shake. “I… I’m coming! I’m coming!” she cried.

He couldn’t take it and he moved from his spot, his eyes locking on her, her back arching on the shore and her fingers moving rapidly against herself. Divines above and below, there was nothing sexier than a woman getting herself off. She arched more, her eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream and he slipped as he came down the hill towards her, tired of this nonsense. Her eyes opened, weary and she blinked in shock seeing him before she moved.

“Fasendil?” she spat and he flushed, sliding down the hill to her side, his boots leaving trails in the soil. “Goddammit, Fasendil! Why didn’t you come out sooner?!”

“Would it have made a difference?!” he breathed out, grabbing her as he started getting his armor off. She gladly helped, ripping at his belt.

“Yes! I would have made you eat me out you damn pervert! What were you doing?” she ripped at the strings on his loincloth, grabbing his cock with an almost neediness that made him choke. “Gods you’re hard.”

“You think?” he hissed and she panted, stroking him before shoving him back, climbing on top of him. “Alla!”

“Oh, shut up! You’re on bottom you nosy Altmer!” she said and she spit on her hand, reaching down to stroke him again before she steadied him, aligning his cock with her entrance. She sunk down, his teeth gritting at how easily she could take him and she breathed out in happiness, her fingers pulling at his collar. “Fasendil-!”

He panted as he felt her clench around him, pulsing, her hips rolling a bit and he let her do as she wished, his hands grabbing her waist. She didn’t waste any time, bucking down on him and she pushed him to the soil starting to ride him, biting her lip as she did.

“You… stupid Altmer-!” she gasped, her thrusts shallow to tease him and he grit his teeth harder, his eyes meeting hers. “S…So… You feel so good!”

“Alla,” he breathed out and she licked her lips looking to him. “Please.”

“R-Right,” she said softly, her lips meeting his and she began thrusting down harder, taking his length in as much as she could in her position. He moved his hips, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him and they fell into a rhythm, Alla desperately kissing him, her body still wet.

“Bring your knees up!” she said and he did, her body sinking against his more and she pushed off him, her hands on his chest as she tried controlling their thrusts from on top. She panted, moaning for a moment. “Gods, Fasendil! Fuck me!”

He didn’t say anything, his hands grabbing her hips and he did as she asked; he couldn’t fit in entirely but it was enough. She arched her back and dragged her nails over his chest. “Fasendil!”

He kicked the ground, forcing her onto her back and he pushed her legs apart more, slamming into her. She cried out, rolling her hips with him taking him with ease as she always did. She was one of the first that ever could that wasn’t his own race and it drove him mad with desire that she had learned. He went deep, making sure she felt it and she clenched around him to encourage his dominance.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth in response, getting her dirty, leaves sticking to her back and she thrashed, her thrusts moving in time with him. God he missed fucking a girl. He looked down at her, how she really was a girl underneath him and he groaned. He had to be at least a fifty years on her and yet she was panting his name,

“Fasendil!” she begged as she bucked up to him, her fingers moving over his thrusting cock to pet herself lightly. He groaned even louder, his rough hands moving over her soft body.

“Y-Yeah,” he muttered, nipping at her neck. Her nails dug into his skin as she began arching, her moans coming out loud and high.

“Fasendil, for fuck’s sake, hurry up and come inside me!”

He grit his teeth, his forehead hitting her shoulder. His orgasm was building, his want to come slowly creeping in himself but he knew he couldn’t do it inside her. “I… can’t…” he panted. “I’d get you…”

“Fasendil, there are potions for that! Come inside me!” she snapped, her clenching joining her thrusting making him nearly forget himself. He refused still, pounding her into the dirt, ignoring how his own knees were becoming stained and muddy when she forced his head up to suck on his ear. He jerked.

“Alla!”

“Do it, Legate!” she hissed, her tongue moving up, teasing the tip of his ear and he groaned.

“F-Fuck it,” he growled under his breath. He pinned her down, her eyes wild as he did and he made sure she felt it as he came, pushing himself roughly into her, his body shaking as he did. She shouted in response, squirming against him in desperation and her nails dragged over his bare skin, her legs trapping him so she could milk him for all he had.

“Alla, f-for the gods-!” she kissed him making him shut up. She jerked her hips, her clenching controlled and she finally released him allowing him to fall back, his hands struggling to brace himself.

“You pervert,” she panted, her body falling down on the shore. “Doing such a thing to a civilian.”

He stared at her. “M-Me? You asked-!”

“Oh, shut up Fasendil, I’m teasing you,” she snorted, letting out a long sigh. “Gods, you’re still bigger than I remember. Feels like… I’m being stretched beyond what I can stand.” He flushed, pulling out but she stopped him. “I didn’t say move.”

He sighed, his breathing coming back to normal. “Alla, what are you doing out here?”

“Nothing. What are you doing out here?”

He pursed his lips. “Nothing.”

She smiled, laying back and they remained quiet until she moved off him, his voice hissing as she did. He certainly missed the loss of her around him and her legs clenched in response. “Do you always spy on bathing girls?”

He flushed deeply. “I didn’t mean to. I saw movement in the water and I… I was going to come and see you,” he muttered. She chuckled and struggled to grab her knapsack, digging into it to grab a potion. “What’s that?”

“Never you mind,” she said as she downed it. “Although, it is good to see you again Legate. Even if it is under unusual circumstances.”

He nodded and pulled his armor back up on his body, snapping his belt into place. She continued to relax on the ground, a slight glow in her cheeks and he found himself regretting his actions. “Listen, Alla, I’m sorry I just came down and-”

“Don’t be,” she cut in. “I needed it. I haven’t had a good fuck from an Altmer in a while.”

He frowned. “I thought you were with an Altmer in Winterhold.”

She shook her head. “College has me doing stupid errands for a bit, testing my magic. I haven’t seen Nelacar in weeks. Not that it matters, he’s on some weird schedule for some experiment he’s doing. Between you and Markarth, I haven’t had anything.” He nodded, clipping on some of his straps and she turned on him. “What are you doing?” He looked to her and she elaborated. “Are you scouting or just taking a walk?”

“Taking a walk,” he said and she smiled, placing the bottle down and she tucked her hair back over her ear.

“Care for another fuck? I can’t imagine you’ve been getting a lot lately either.”

“That’s none of your business,” he muttered. “And I can’t. I need to get back to my men.”

“Do you?” she asked, raising her leg to place her foot on his shoulder. He looked down at her getting a good view of her body which he had taken and she spread herself making him blush. “I do think you owe me for watching me like some dirty old Altmer.”

He stared at her but swallowed. “You do, do you?”

“Yes,” she said in a more commanding tone, reaching down to stroke herself so he could hear it, her fingers glistening when they moved up to her lips. “Legate Fasendil.”

“You’re really naughty, did you know that Alla?” he said and she shrugged.

“Someone in this province has to be to your… superior race.”

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For starters, the name is hilarious! "There are potions for that" indeed. Everything else was absolutely brilliant as well. Overall a very nice smutty interlude, and I can't wait to read more about Alla.

Oh yes. I knew Fasendil was a little perv mer *hehehehe*
Oh and I'm so glad you fill this with Alla anon. I love all her little Altmer adventures :D
Thank you :3

passerby anon here, by the nine, your altmer-shagging dragonborn is my lifeblood AA, i swear it - ive probably read every fic with her by now!

-Noms on the prompt.-

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