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She came first, as always, crying out his name an endless amount of times, her clenching unbearable when she was at her peak. It almost drove him over the edge, the need to come teasing in the back of his head but her body started to relax; the tightness was subsiding and he desperately bit her shoulder to get it back, her pain making herself tighten and his seed finally spilling.

He bucked into as he did, not caring for a second that he was doing it and his forehead pressed against her hair, his fingers pulling at the furs below before he caught himself. He was panting, shaking, his eyes not wishing to open but he slid off, dropping beside her. She whimpered and crawled onto his chest, burying her face into his neck. “…Eloine…”

She wormed onto him more, his seed dripping out of her body as she did and she curled against him, cuddling him as if he was a giant stuffed toy. He let her, not in the mood to push her off.

“I love you,” she cooed and he cringed. He knew he had to say it, to maintain his control over her but it was the last thing he wanted to say.

“I… love you too,” he muttered and she nuzzled his neck, kissing it. Suddenly she was up and he coughed at the weight distribution, her hands pressing painfully on his chest.

“O-Oh no! L-Lorcalin! I think Lydia is still here!” she gasped and he opened one eye, giving her a look. He would have laughed if he wasn’t so damned tired – damn girl knew how to make him spent.

“Eloine.”

“W-What?”

“Who cares,” he growled, pulling her down and he kissed her blushed cheek, feeling how soft she was before he got an idea. “Eloine, my dear… Do me a favor.”

“What?” she asked, biting her lip and he moved her head down, shifting his legs.

“Clean me,” he ordered and she blinked making him lift his hips up sending her entire face flushing making him grin inwardly. “Come now, my darling.”

“B-But…” she pointed. “Y-You were inside me.”

“I know.”

She pursed her lips, staring at him but he leaned up giving her a hard look which made her relent. She took his softening cock, holding it gently within her palm and she started to lick it, her hot mouth sending a shiver up him. He fell back against the bed, sighing as he did and he heard footsteps finally sound on the steps, the heavy boots slow as they took each one. Eloine pulled off, looking to the door but he forced her back, making her suck him while he listened to the movements.

There was a sigh outside the door and he laid against the pillows, hoping the insufferable bitch outside would come in. “Eloine?”

She pulled off his cock again with a wet noise. “Yes?” He pushed her back down.

There was a silence and Lorcalin tapped his fingers on the bed, waiting for Lydia to either enter or speak again. When his patience started running thin he began to speak. “Do you want something, Nord? Your dragonborn is a little busy.”

Eloine flushed and he pushed her head back down reminding her of her duty. She continued to lick him and he watched the doorframe, feeling a sort of tension from it.

“Lorcalin, get out,” Lydia merely said, not entering. “You’ve done enough. Leave my Thane alone.”

“We’re not done,” he mocked and he heard her shift outside. Eloine pulled off, her mouth opening but he shoved her back, displeased with her breaking his orders. “So either state what you want or leave. Preferably forever.”

He heard her exhale, a hiss to it and he grinned. “One day, Thalmor, you will be beheaded and gutted and no one will weep when you are.”

“I doubt that,” he growled, ignoring Eloine’s shifting against his cock, aware of how they were speaking. “Your kind lacks the intelligence to even match us Thalmor. Now unless you wish to keep interrupting my blowjob, go throw yourself off a cliff.”

He heard her stomp across the boards, her boots on the steps and the sound of the door slamming making his little pet pull herself from his grip, giving him a painful look as she did. “L-Lorcalin! Why would you say-!?”

“Eloine,” he growled, grabbing her arms and she stiffened at his roughness. “How many times have I told you before? I just did before this! There are people out there to hurt you and your damned Housecarl is one.”

She shook her head and pulled her wrist away. “No! Lydia would never-!”

“Eloine!” he snapped, making her wince. “I know it hurts but did you not hear her? Beheading someone innocent is not something a good person says.”

“She’s just… a-angry,” she protested, hugging her hands to her chest.

“And why would she be, Eloine? Because we are close? Because I am with you?” he asked and she fidgeted, confused. “Eloine, your housecarl is an enemy. You need to understand that.”

She began to look miserable, biting her lip as if she was going to cry and he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms as he stroked her hair, feeling her wrap her arms around him. “L-Lydia’s a good person…”

He stroked her hair, thinking. “Eloine, come back to the Embassy with me. Maybe you need some time with the Thalmor. We are the ones truly looking out for you, after all.”

She looked up at him and he continued stroking her hair. “The Embassy…? But… That’s near Solitude.”

“Yes?”

She went quiet, leaning against him but her head began to nod as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “W-Will the Thalmor welcome me…?”

“Of course.”

She remained silent for a bit longer. “Okay,” she nodded. “Okay. I-I need to see my allies anyways…”

He grinned from above her, gently rubbing her back as he did. He’d have to send a courier away to alert Lady Elenwen, maybe even one to the guards at Northwatch as they had expressed interest in the dragonborn before and he began pondering how they could break her. Their plans were coming together nicer than he thought and he almost wanted to go and thank Lydia for her intrusion, her act of loyalty only driving the dragonborn further into the Dominion’s arms.

She looked up to him, her fingers moving to hold one of his hands and he met her eyes, waiting. “What are you thinking about?”

He smiled. “Oh, just a welcome ceremony for you, my little bird,” he said and she brightened, shifting in his arms.

“Will there be sweet rolls?”

“Oh, most definitely,” he purred and she nuzzled him once more, her fingers lacing into his as she affectionately leaned against him, forgetting her problems from before.

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spoiler alert: there were no sweetrolls

This is so wrong, but I enjoy it so much. The lack or romanticist for the Thalmors is great. I mean, I love the Thalmors, but I know they're assholes, and watching them being written like that is awesome.
And by any chance, are you the same writer of that fic where the dragonborn spys Ancano and Mirabelle doing it at the college?

*flushes* Thank you so much for the comment. And.. Y-Yes, I did write that...

That is great! Especially because Ancano/Mirabelle is now my favourite crack ship.

Not OP, but I enjoyed this very much. I'm practically cackling at how amazing on a troll Lorcalin is. He is just such a perfect cad, I can't even deal with it. And the smut, oh lord the smut was so, so good.

But that spoiler alert actually made me sad, no sweetrolls?! How could they be so cruel to poor, sweet Eloine? I hope she got plenty of other nice rewards at the welcome ceremony (which I do hope you are planning to write some time).

Op here!

“Your kind lacks the intelligence to even match us Thalmor. Now unless you wish to keep interrupting my blowjob, go throw yourself off a cliff.”

BEST-REPLY-EVER
This OP is very satisfied! (how did you know that I just LOVE the Thalmor?)

Please, marry me A!A, this was absolutely delicious. I love how Lorcalin is brain-washing that poor little Eloine, how he lies to her and the fact that everyone is aware of that except her. It is so... Thalmor-ish xD

Thank you very much, lovely A!A! This OP hopes to see more kinky Thalmor work from you :3

-drowns in a pool of her own drool.-

perfect. PERFECT. QUICK, SOMEONE HAND ME ALL POSITIVE WORDS FROM THE VOCABULARY.
What makes it even better is that it pretty much included everything I'd have written in my prompt for this ship (except for maybe Lydia running in on them... this needs to happen in any of those prompts, especially since that rage-reaction in the fill of 'Twelve o' Clock (All is Well)').

pleasepleaseplease more of this ship. 300 more fills and I shall never bother again. maybe. c8

A-All these comments... *rolls around on the floor* I-I can't express my gratitude enough that my writing is liked. *rolls around more* T-Thank you so much...

-rolls around with a!a.-

Something tells me that he'll realize they don't need to torture her to gain more information...

He better not impregnate her though.

More of this pair! Please!!!!!

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