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Just a horny F!DB playing with herself in the wilderness. Then, something comes and help her to get over the edge.

"It" can be a werewolf, a Stormcloack, a Thalmor, a hunter, a passing by jarl, a companion, a dragon, a wild dremora... I don't care as long as he observes her for a moment then joins her.

Kinks are: masturbation, public, nature, voyeurism, dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm

No squicks for this!
Come on Anon, make uncle Sanguine proud of you!

Outdoor sex, eh?... Thalmor you say... Maude, eh?

Completely seconding this for now and hoping in the very near future I can tackle it properly for you OP. Wonderful request!

I actually had to run around the coast to find a good enough setting for this and then a Lurker attacked when I did find a place. Like nope. Run away.

Characters: F!DB, Ancarion
Genre: PWP
Relationships: Hetero
Warnings: Masturbation, Fingering, Oral
Summary: The Solstheim Agent comes across the dragonborn desperately trying to please herself, only to be pulled in with her.

Tags: char:F!PC, char:ancarion, race:altmer, race:imperial, kink:dom, kink:fingering, kink:oral, kink:masturbation, relationship:het, es:skyrim

Notes: I fought with this but ultimately, I'm satisfied with it. Ancarion is just a slight Thalmor asshole because really, when I talked to him he was pleasant enough and he's willing to bargain with you so I assume he is probably more business than stomping on everyone (to me anyways). I mean, his men only bruised up the blacksmith, not like full on torture like SOME... I mean, really, Nelacar is being a drama queen at the moment. So I killed your master for Azura, big deal. He was more evil than her! Like come now, Nelacar, don't be a baby.

She lay back against the sand, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she rubbed herself more, her eyes on the stars before she closed them and bit down on the collar of her robes. She tried hard to focus on something to excite her, a threesome between herself, the Legate of Riften and one of the Altmer soldiers she had seen. Her best friend, maybe, between her legs helping her or even a stranger at a one of the taverns taking her against the wall. The more she tried the harder it became and she let out a noise of frustration, stopping to kick as the sand.

She needed to get laid. She cursed Nelacar to the planes of oblivion, his damned holier than thou attitude as of late the reason for her sexual frustration and she turned onto her stomach, digging her fingers into the sand. She tried again, rubbing, her legs spreading and her collar being bit but it did nothing to help her, her desire eating away at her, hungry and dissatisfied. She hit her head against the sand.

“Fucking Nelacar!” she shouted, punching the ground before she dug into her bag, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. It was nearly empty and she bit her lip but her need was too great and she emptied the rest on her hand. With her fingers slick she tried again, the wetness helping in making her twitch and quiver but her body was not satisfied with her own workings.

She grabbed the empty bottle, hoping it would help but its cold texture only discouraged her and she dropped it, whimpering as she did. She was tired of forcing it, of being alone and she looked to the trees and snow behind her, quiet as the sea lapped the sand. She hit her head against it again, sighing. “Fucking Nelacar… You couldn’t just listen to reason… Now I’m out here alone.”

A twig snapped as if it was waiting for her to say it and she got to her knees, her hands itching as she watched the forest. Either the weight of snow on a branch had made it collapse or something was watching her. She prayed it wasn’t one of those dirty men who turned into a monstrous bear form; she hated them and their looks at her from a distant as if she was a venison cut waiting for them to dig in.

There was another crack, signs of movement and she readied herself, staring. “Come out!” she shouted, her hands wishing to shoot fireballs at the trees but she restrained herself. “Come out or I’ll hunt you down!”

A large figure emerged from the trees, their robes black and their arms crossed, still keeping a distance. She stared, knowing she had seen them before when they slowly came forward making her flush.

“What… What are you doing?” she asked, trying to calm herself down but she throbbed from below, her legs pressing together tight. Ancarion sighed, rubbing his temple before crossing his arms again.

“I should say the same for you, dragonborn,” he remarked and she flushed.

“I asked first, Thalmor,” she said, crossing her arms and he sighed, coming closer to her until she could see his golden eyes perfectly, his frame still slim underneath his robes. “Ancarion.”

He said nothing for a moment, his golden eyes sweeping up her and she felt herself become a little more self-aware, smoothing her hair back. “We’re out of supplies. I was going to go see if those idiot Nords up in their pathetic village had anything but I damned well lost the path,” he shrugged. “Now what are you doing?”

She flushed, her ears burning as she shifted in her spot. He stared at her. “Really, Alla, speak up. What are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?” She drummed her fingers against her leg, pondering it when he came to stand over her. She flushed even more looking up at him and he stared her down.

She hated the Thalmor, she really did especially when her first encounter with one went so sour, but Ancarion was reasonable. He struck an easy deal with her that would find both of them profit and she had, on more than one occasion, sought him out when she was bored and wandering the island. He wasn’t anything like the mer whose name he almost mirrored; he was intelligent but not boastful about it and he readily admitted to being a bit daft when it came to matters that weren’t about the Dominion or weaponry. It was refreshing to do business with him when he openly laid his cards on the table and let her bargain.

She contemplated her options.

He wasn’t half bad looking either; sometimes she thought of him when she was preying on some hapless wizard back in Skyrim, his face young and build strong but slim. She found herself sighing, her legs pressing together to feel herself pulse and slowly she grabbed the hem of her robes and pulled up making him stiffen.

“I need release,” she said in an almost breathless voice. He gaped at her and she felt herself practically throb under his gaze on her making her desire only increase. “So…”

He swallowed. “Yes, that’s what I thought you were doing…”

She immediately glared at him, shocked. “Y-You were watching me?!” she nearly shouted and he frowned. “Y-You pervert!”

“Me? A pervert!?” he spat. “I’m not the one sitting on an open beach brazenly rubbing one off!”

“I’m not, obviously!” she cut in. “O-Otherwise I already would have come and had been sleeping and we wouldn’t be having this conversation-! Oh gods,” she buried her face in her hands, embarrassed and he shifted uncomfortably above her. “Ancarion.”

“W-What?”

She exhaled. “Please. Help me.”

She could feel him bristle with anxiety at her words, his weight shifting between his feet, his hands firm at his side. She looked up to him, biting her lip and he looked away, blushing. “That… is a highly improper…”

“I’ll craft you any Stalhrim you want,” she cut in. “For free.”

His eyebrows raised.

“Just help me get some release!” she begged, tugging on his robes which sent his eyes locking back on hers. “I’m bloody desperate!”

His fingers nervously tapped against his side and he crossed his arms, uncrossing them after a second as he fought internally with what to do. She shifted, getting on her knees before him and she waited, panting slightly as she did, her desire more than obvious. He opened his mouth, about to speak when he stopped, fidgeting more. “L-Let me get this straight. I get a free Stalhrim item just for… helping you… release?”

“Yes,” she begged. He still hesitated. “Ancarion, please! You don’t have to fuck me, just help me get off! I’m desperate!”

His eyes moved up and down her and she squirmed in her spot, feeling herself becoming unbearably frustrated, her body pulsing and throbbing just for a touch by someone that wasn’t herself. He pursed his lips. “S-So, what? Just… lick you or something?”

She flushed at his words. “Y-You can just use your fingers… but your tongue…”

“No, no,” he waved her off. “If I can just use my fingers, fine. Lay down.”

“Thank the gods,” she cried, falling onto the sand and she pulled her robes up, exposing herself. He said nothing but a shade of red seemed to highlight his cheeks. “Just… rub. Or something. Do anything, Ancarion, gods, before I die!”

“I doubt you’ll die,” he scoffed as he knelt before her, slowly pulling off his glove before his fingertips lightly caressed her. She jerked, crying out. “By the divines, you’re wet… You honestly couldn’t do this yourself?!”

“No!” she nearly sobbed as her hips twitched. “Ancarion! Just do it or forget our deal!”

“Alright! Calm yourself you… you improper girl!” he chastised. “Stop moving so much!”

She tried but her body was aching badly, her mind becoming scrambled. His fingers touched her again, their smoothness making her breath catch and he slowly rubbed, sloppy and inexperienced. She twisted below, not believing her bad luck and she grabbed his wrist, leaning up as she did. He waited, glaring at her.

“Put your fingers... like this,” she ordered, forcing his index and middle finger together. “Rub up and down, to start, l-like this.” She reached down, showing him with her own fingers, her hips moving a bit as she did. “Just… do that. For a bit.”

“F-Fine.”

She fell back against the sand as he imitated her, her breath catching in her throat as he brushed over her clit. He rubbed in a steady motion, his concentration purely on what he was doing and she closed her eyes, distracting herself. She focused on the steady rhythm, convincing herself in her mind that it could be enough and her thoughts drifted away from her, her hips bucking to the inexperienced Thalmor’s fingers.

“H-Harder,” she whispered to him, her own hand going down to join, just to rub her clit a bit as he obviously didn’t know about it. He pulled back making her kick his body and he slapped her leg but continued, hissing as he did. He got back into a rhythm, working with her own and she rode his fingers, hers moving in incomplete circles making her start to arch. “A-Ancarion! More!”

He hesitated but did as she asked. “More!” she begged, her thighs beginning to shake. “A-Ancarion! Ancarion, gods, more!”

“I am! I-I… I don’t know what you want!” he spat, continuing his rubbing but she barely paid attention to his words. His fingers on her were all that mattered and she bit the collar of her robes again, whimpering endlessly as she finally started to creep up to the release she needed. It was like she was running up a staircase, the steady rhythm of his fingers pushing her on and she began breathing harder, focusing on the ‘top’; reaching that goal that she needed to hit and she began to thrash, the sand being kicked under her feet.

“Gods!” she begged. “Don’t stop!” She began crying out bucking violently and her fingers stroked her clit, putting just enough pressure to make herself arch even more. He maintained his movements, shifting in the sand as she tried to get away, to get more, get whatever and she finally – finally – came against his rhythm, his fingers the ones sending her over the edge.

She let out a high cry, her hands moving to grab at her clothing, pulling as her body took over and she heard him let out a strained breath, his fingers still milking her. She grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand against her until it became painful and she knocked him away.

Her body slumped on the sand, her breathing ragged and laboured but it subsided as did the pain morphing into that familiar aftermath she loved. She moaned, inhaling the scent of the wet sand, the air that was filled with distant smoke and pine trees and she felt the Thalmor’s smooth fingers on her, spreading her legs making her look down. His brows were fixed, looking at her and she sighed.

“Enjoying the view?” He flushed at her words, scowling at her for a second. She merely raised herself up on her forearms, exhausted, warm, and watched him as his eyes flicked back down studying her again. He was looking at her as if he had never seen a woman’s well-spent sex and she cocked her head. “Ancarion, have you ever fucked someone?”

“Of course I have,” he muttered and she raised a brow. He growled at her. “What makes you think I haven’t?”

“Your sloppy fingers, your curious boyish staring,” she remarked and he dug his nails into her skin making her yelp. “Stop that! Let go of me!”

“I’ll have you know, unlike you uncouth and idiot Nords-”

“I’m an Imperial!” she cut right back and he scoffed, dropping her legs.

“Whatever! You bloody humans! We Thalmor, unlike you, don’t just rush into it. We take our time, courting, making sure we are compatible with our desired one,” he said and she snorted.

“Boring.”

“Oh shut up! Our women are respected and bred with perfect genetics because they pick superior mates! They don’t sour the pool, unlike your kind. So just because I haven’t touched a women in such a brazen and disgusting way doesn’t mean you can make assumptions!” he shot right back and Alla stared at him, her eyes flickering down to his robes which seemed tight on his body. She realized he was leaning forward.

“So then why are you obviously hiding your erection,” she pointed out. “If I’m so disgusting for wanting release which is natural.”

He turned a shade of crimson she had never seen on an Altmer before and he let go of her, standing up but still trying to hide himself as he did. “I don’t have time for this. There, I got you off, I expect a Stalhrim sword by tomorrow. Get on it!”

“Ancarion,” she said in a steady voice and he looked down at her, his lips pressed thinly together. “By the gods, sit back down and get your dick out. And stop being offended at everything.”

He did nothing, his breath being exhaled through gritting teeth and she waited until he relented and knelt back down, obviously having weighted the consequences of walking back with a hard-on. She moved closer to him, pulling up his robes and she reached underneath, her fingers drawing across the start of his trousers. He stiffened and she gave him a look but said nothing, gently running her hand down until she found what she wanted. She gripped him, her hand sliding along his hardening shaft and she frowned as she kept going, her cheeks beginning to flush.

“Ancarion,” she said softly.

“What?”

“How big are you?” she asked and he fidgeted making her pause, trying to do the mathematics to figure it out.

“Why?” he muttered and she licked her lips.

“Just… curious.”

“I-I don’t know, it’s not like I care,” he said and she drew her hand down until she could feel his balls, rubbing them to make him grit his teeth and silence himself.

“You should,” she said, slipping her other hand under his robes to stroke his tip through his pants, still working the base of his shaft. “You’re very impressive, even for an Altmer.” She complimented and he turned a bit pink, looking down at the sand in embarrassment. She smiled and pulled his robes up more, sticking her head under them making him grab her.

“What are you doing?!”

“What do you think?” she snapped, her lips joining her hands. She sucked at him through the thin fabric of his pants, pulling them down after she tired of the less-than-direct contact and the sight of him under his loincloth made her smile, the thing barely concealing him cock. She licked his bare tip causing him to grip her harshly and she giggled in response, her hands pulling at the strings so she could get at him properly.

He pulled his robes up around his waist, staring down at her with laboured breaths and she smiled. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin? You really do act like one who has never had fun like this.”

“S-Shut up!” he spat, his eyes locked on her and she took him, holding his impressive cock steady as she licked her lips, making sure her breath hit him. He shivered and she grinned.

“Just for you, Ancarion, I’ll try and swallow you up. I doubt I can but… here’s to trying,” she shrugged and his fingers dug into her arms.

“What are you talking about?” he said but she ignored him, licking the tip of his cock before she fit it into her mouth. Slowly she drew down, relaxing her throat as she did and his nails pierced her skin, his stomach becoming taunt and his chest rising as she swallowed around him. She inched down his length, shivering herself at how much it stretched her mouth and she had to pause when the back of her throat was hit. She still was gripping the base of his cock so she wasn’t nearly down enough but she knew it was probably more than he had ever had.

Judging by how he was gripping her, she could have probably even gambled on it and won. She purposely swallowed, her tongue rubbing his shaft and he hissed from above, his thighs shaking. She pulled off him, making sure it was wet and sloppy as she did and she sat back on her knees licking her lips. He stared at her, flushing.

“What is wrong with you?” he asked, nearly panting and she rolled her eyes.

“Do you want me to continue, dear Thalmor virgin or should I let you walk back to your men like that?” she said and he pursed his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

He slapped his hand on her forehead before she could continue. “This warrants another sword.”

“Fine,” she agreed, knocking him back as her hands moved to work him, one rubbing the tip while the other pumped his shaft. “But no more questioning me. It kills the mood.”

“…F…Fine,” he agreed and she slipped the crown of his cock in her mouth again, licking at his slit until he was shaking and precum began to leak. She tasted it, the small beads that formed, and her fingers worked his shaft encouraging him to relax and enjoy himself. One hand slipped down, palming his balls and he jerked, the tip being pulled from her mouth. She caught it again using her lips and she sucked, nipping at the foreskin, the head turning a bright red.

She pulled off, admiring the color and she began licking it as if she was trying to lick the icing off a sweetroll. She did it innocently, short little laps with barely anything but the tip of her tongue before she switched to bathing him, dragging up from the base to his slit using the entire area of her tongue to do it. She looked up at him once as she did, making sure she kept her eye contact as she started at his balls and moved to tasting more beads of precum that formed and she could see how hard of a time he was having controlling himself.

He eventually brought a hand up, biting his fist and he flushed deep, his body shaking as she took him back into her hot mouth, moving down his shaft again to swallow him.

She pulled up and her right hand worked him, expertly jerking him off. “What do you want, Ancarion? For me to swallow or do you want to give me a nice bath?”

“W-What?” he said, his voice shaking and she smiled at him. “Gods, Alla, I-I don’t know… Just… make it quick!”

“You have to come?” she asked, pouting and he broke their gaze, biting his knuckle hard as he tried controlling himself. “Ancarion, we just got started.”

“Shut up!” he spat, his hand clasping his face as he struggled to contain himself. “S-Shut up, shut up...” She watched his free hand let go of her to paw at the sand, his chest rising and falling more rapidly and she added both hands, moving them up and down his cock in long strokes, encouraging him to release.

“Tell me, Ancarion,” she said and he panted, closing his eyes. “Do you want me to swallow your seed? Or have it stick to my lips?”

“I-I don’t know!” he stressed, his back arching slightly and she decided to stop teasing him. She stopped her hand job, clasping the base of his cock and she went down on him, bobbing her head with the same intensity, taking in all that she could. He bucked, his voice coming out in desperate pants, his body tensing and she reached between his legs, cupping his balls. One gentle squeeze did it.

“D-Divines!” he cried, his fingers dragging across the sand, hips bucking and she struggled to hold him steady, swallowing what she could. It was bitter, as it always was, but somehow Ancarion’s seemed thicker than what she was used to. She drank it, her tongue teasing his slit as she did to make sure she got it all and she wondered if it was from him not indulging himself. As if his prudish nature somehow made him much more… delicious.

She pulled off him, covering her mouth and he fell back, the sand around them being disturbed. She swallowed, gasping after she was done and he sat on the ground panting, the sounds of the surf behind them slowly drowning them out, a slight breeze crossing the shore making Alla shiver. She looked to Ancarion who was rubbing his temples and she caught his golden eyes looking at her. “Feel better?”

He scowled at her until she opened her mouth, showing she had swallowed. He turned a deep crimson, pulling his robes around him and he looked away, embarrassed. “Y-You were the one wanting to get off, m-may I remind you, not me.”

“And now we both have,” she pointed out and he sighed. “Although… I am curious on if I could fit you…”

“No,” he said, standing up weakly, pulling himself together as he did. She chuckled. “Asshole.”

“You liked it,” she mocked making him flush and she got up herself, brushing off the sand from her robes. “Want me to accompany you back?”

“No,” he said again. She pressed her fingers together.

“Are any of your boys free?”

“You leave them be!” he snapped and she gave him a predatory smile. “Don’t distract my soldiers!”

“Do they get a break?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Because what someone does on their break is not up to you, it’s up to them.”

He glared at her as if he wished her to melt making her try hard not to laugh, eventually having to bite her lip. “I’m leaving.”

“Ancarion,” she called after him and he stopped, turning slightly to listen to her. “…Did you at least like it? Me swallowing?” She could see him shift, almost sheepishly before continuing to walk. She grinned. “Can I come and suck you off again!?”

“Bring me those swords you Imperial slut!” he yelled back at her making her chuckle. She waited until he had moved back into the woods, eventually seeing him emerge as he walked up a path in the glaciers and she sat back on the sand, running a hand through her hair, licking her lips.

She curled over, slipping her fingers between herself and feeling how she had gotten a bit worked up while servicing him. She rubbed herself, thinking of him, his taste, his smell, his adorable almost-innocent attitude. She gasped, her forehead hitting the sand and she squirmed, her fingers working, her imagination fueling herself.

The breeze hit her, blowing her robes up a bit, exposing what she was doing and she let out a small cry, biting her lip. Yes, that Thalmor Agent could do. He was large, authoritative, and still naïve enough she could teach him how to take charge with a girl. The thought alone sent her over the edge, of training an Altmer – a Thalmor Agent – how to be a dominant lover and she fell back against the sand, panting.

She rolled over, sighing and she looked at the stars above her, how slowly they were fading as daylight was starting to creep over Solstheim. She crawled to her bag, packing her things and slowly got up, heading towards the Skaal village, glowing as she did. She would make three swords, two for Ancarion’s help and one more as a bargaining tool. Maybe she could even convince some of his men to join in.

She licked her lips at the thought; the more the merrier, as they say.

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I've been waiting for this fic since forever! I love Ancarion, and the fact that this had the Thalmor be the blushing virgin, made my day.
Thank you, you're great!

Passing nonnie is drooling all over her keyboard.

I want - need! - more of these two. Ancarion's blushing and Alla's teasing are the perfect match!

"the more the merrier, as they say."
*OP rolling all over the floor*

Oh my Daedras, this was just too good. I've got a crush on Altmer guys (especially Thalmor Justiciar in theses robes of them... ), and Ancarion is so... cute here xD thank you for giving him your love, and the love of your smexy F!FB :3

Thank you very much A!A !

Yes, this is the best fic I've read in a while. Just the more perfect balance of funny and sexy, and they have an awesome and unique dynamic that I can't be the only one really intrigued by it. I just gotta have more of these two A!A!

'get your dick out and stop being offended by everything'

I love it

Thalmor are my total crush. And I know what Alla is going through, Nelacar was once mad at me too, calling me a lowlife while I was... um, observing him. Great fill.

"xx

wow A!A that was hot and I hope you are planning to write a sequel to this...because it'll be funny to see how she dominates the virgin thalmor in bed XD PRETTY PLEASE?

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