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Niruin looked around the Ragged Flagon, hoping to spot the Guild Master. He’d checked all of her other haunt (the inn, the meadery, Mistveil Keep, and Honeyside) and come up empty. He was beginning to think that she was avoiding him. His lips curled into a smile as he found his quarry. Talia was leaning back in her chair, precariously balanced on two of the legs of her chair with her legs crossed at the ankles and her feet resting on the tabletop. A mug of something was in her gloved hands and she was deep in conversation with Delvin and Vex.

Perfect, he thought, advancing on her from behind. She hadn’t seen him. “Talia, may I have a word?”

Talia looked back over her shoulder at the elf. Dark eyes narrowed and luscious red lips pursed, she glared at Niruin. “Go away, Niruin. I’m in a bad mood when it comes to you.”

Niruin frowned and stepped closer. “But I need your help, Talia,” he began. “I need you to teach the girls how to dance.”

Talia let her feet drop to the stone floor of the Flagon, turning in her chair to fully face the tall elf. “Really? And I need to have fucking Maven not ask every two hours for a private showing of my ‘assets’ at her next soiree. Did you tell her?” she demanded crossly.

Niruin shook his head quickly. He knew better than to cross Talia—her willingness to fight, and fight dirty, was well known in the Guild. “No, Talia. One of my girls must have seen and mentioned it.” He rubbed the back of his neck—he knew which girls were preferred by Maven’s sons and he would give them a tongue-lashing they’d not soon forget. “I’m sorry, Talia, but this is really important. The girls need that edge to bring in the coin this Guild needs.”

Talia sighed, letting her head drop forward onto the tabletop. “Seriously, do you lot all talk about how best to work the Guild guilt on me?” Lifting her head from the tabletop she rubbed at the reddened mark on her forehead. “You’re worse than my Aunt Nan and she was a master of guilt.” She took a sip from her mug. “Alright, Niruin, I’ll teach your girls. Any of your girls have any grace other than bouncing on some poor idiot’s lap?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Niruin swallowed. “Aye. Will you come to the house or should I bring them here?”

Numerous ears perked up as Talia sighed, rubbing again at her forehead. “Might as well bring them ‘ere, Niruin. I want ‘em blind-folded and taken into the practice room. Delvin,” she began, turning to her fellow Breton who was all smiles, “think you can handle getting that room cleared for a little practice by the girls?”

Delvin chuckled. “I can manage. Want me to get feathers?”

Talia grimaced, standing and rolling her shoulders. “As many as you can find. And Niruin?”

Niruin straightened. “Yes, Talia.”

“Guess you’ll need your drum. Be prepared to keep the beat.”

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The assortment of women who had joined the ranks of Niruin’s business venture was truly breathtaking. There was a Redguard, two Imperials, a Nord, and a Breton in the lot. There was even a Khajit, her striped markings and numerous earrings making her even more exotic, and an Argonian, her scales gleaming a rich emerald in the torchlight. Talia wasn’t going to bother learning names just yet—she had to see what she had to work with, she supposed.

“Alright, you lot. Welcome to the home of the Thieves’ Guild,” she offered in greeting as she began to pace in front of the women. Turning to the men of the Thieves Guild who were crowding the doorway, she began shooing them away. When they didn’t move, she growled. “Out. No audience participation. If they do a good job,” she nodded towards the prostitutes behind her, “then we might let you lot be an audience. Now go.”

Grumbling and slow bootsteps trailed away and Talia again rubbed her forehead. Turning back to the women she took a deep breath. “Alright, ladies. Dancing isn’t the same as fucking.” Her eyebrow rose slightly at the pinking of the Breton’s cheeks—damned but that girl was shy. “Dancing is about seduction. Just like when you ride him like he’s some stallion, you want the mark to be totally enthralled by you. You want him to want you. To be willing to do anything—spend anything—to possess you.” She leaned back against the wall of the practice room, arms crossed over her chest. “Now, I need to see what I’m working with.” She motioned to the girls. “Dance.”

Long moments later she let her face drop into her palm and shook her head. “Stop. For the love of Mara and Dibella, stop.” Lifting her head, she shook her head. “Do you lot just bounce on a man’s lap until he comes and then say thank you and collect your coin?” At the confused expressions she groaned. Turning to Niruin, she motioned him forward. “Alright you lot, let’s take Niruin here.” She stepped towards the elf. “Men want a fantasy. They want to believe that they are the best lovers. They are the most handsome of men. They are the smartest of creatures that are too wise to need to pay for a little recreational sex. Doesn’t matter what the truth is. It’s their illusion.” She heard the titters of contained laughter behind her and grinned up at Niruin. “Feel ready to be a test subject?”

Niruin swallowed at the positively predatory smile on Talia’s face. “Do I have a choice?”

Talia chuckled. “No.” Turning to the girls, she smiled. “A man doesn’t have to fuck you to pay for your time. In fact, some of the best dancers that I ever knew never fucked their clients.” At the hurt sound beside her she smirked. “We’re selling a dream. A myth. Look at this elf,” she began, circling Niruin slowly, trailing her fingers across his chest. “Superiorly bred Mer and all that. Finest archer that ever came out of Valenwood. A man of breeding and refinement,” her voice had dropped an octave as she practically purred out her words. “A man like this has women falling over themselves to ride his fine, thick, long cock,” she breathed, looking up at Niruin, her lips parted slightly as she gazed lustily up at him.

Niruin swallowed nervously. He hadn’t counted on her words making him hard enough to drive his cock through a stone wall. Offering to be a test subject might be an object lesson in teasing—one he might not survive. “Talia?”

Just as quickly her expression shifted, the look of pure hunger gone. “Shut up, Niruin,” she cautioned, stepping towards the girls, her eyes gleaming. “Fantasy, remember?” she tossed over her shoulder.

I need more!

More please! :3

Payback was a bitch and her name was Talia, decided Niruin. Long hours later found Niruin staring into his mug of ale. He finally took a gulp. “You are a sadist,” he whispered, looking across the table at the Guild Master.

Talia chuckled, sipping her mead. “You’re only figuring this out now, Niruin?” She glanced at Brynjolf and Delvin, both of whom were barely holding back their laughter. It had been a long afternoon of instruction and Talia had, to add insult to injury, grabbed several of the thieves as test subjects for her students. A role that she had not allowed Niruin to take, despite the fact that by that point he had been ready to bed every woman in sight. Now the thieves she’d picked were now much lighter in coin and universally very, very happy. “Niruin, I am not a nice woman. If I were ever to take any of you to my bed…I would end up breaking all of you into teeny, tiny, bite-sized pieces.” She stood and stretched languidly, hands clasped high above her as she let out a low moan as muscles released and relaxed. Straightening, she grinned down at the three handsome, and slightly stunned, thieves. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun to have all three of you try to break me. But I do hate buying new furniture. And I’m out of practice on running a dungeon.” Taking a final sip of her mead, she started towards the Cistern. “Have nice night, boys.”

Brynjolf swallowed thickly and took a gulp of his mead. “You boys ever wonder what would happen if we took her up on her teasing?”

~FIN~

*random passerby anon*
Ohmygosh was this fun to read! You're very talented. Talia is by far the most interesting Guild Master I've read yet. Teasing Niruin was absolutely delicious!!! Do you have links to your other fics?

Thank you so much and some of my other fics in this meme include:

"Best Little Whorehouse in Skyrim" (F!Dragonborn/Others)
"Pickpocketed Heart" (Bryjolf/F!Dragonborn)
"Skyforge Penance" (Eorlund Gray-Mane/F!Dragonborn)
"Troika" (Galmar/F!Dragonborn/Ulfric)
"Sleep Well, Thane?" (Sibbi Black-Briar/F!Dragonborn),
"The Favor" (Brynjolf/F!Dragonborn)
"The Bet" (Vex/Delvin)
"Business Plan" (Niruin + F!Dragonborn + Brynjolf)
"A Bear's Roar" (Ulfric/F!Dragonborn)
"When You're...Evil?" (Implied Nazir/F!Listener + Cicero)
"Against The Counter" (Ulfberth/F!Dragonborn)
"Hello, Little Girl" (Vilkas/F!Dragonborn)
"Mostly Dead" F!Dragonborn/Brynjolf + Others,
"An Unusual Birthday Present" (Mercer/F!Dragonborn)
"Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Belethor/F!Dragonborn).

Wow. I had not realized that I was starting to have as many Elder Scrolls fics as I had SWTOR. Anywho, hope that helps. You can find them in the delicious archive by the pairings--not sure if you can search by title or not. :)

I'm not the anon from above but when I saw this I just sort of smiled. You've written some of my favourite fills on the meme, AA! I do hope you will continue to do more! Your fills are fantastic!

Thank you!

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