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“What I’m trying to say is, you don’t know a lot of Skyrim’s customs yet. It’s going to be next to impossible to get the two factions together without the Thalmor.”

Ryla started to walk again. “You can do anything if you put your mind to it.”

“Gag me.” Kerek whispered under his breath. “What you’re proposing is exactly what the legion doesn- What are you doing?”

Ryla had stopped dead in her tracks, staring into the distance. Kerek resituated the deer on his shoulders. “Ryla, seriously, what’re you-”

“Let me get on your shoulders.” She muttered, turning to him and pulling on his arms to get him down on one knee.

“No. We’re not doing this again.” Kerek grumbled, standing his ground.

“And why not?” Ryla asked, looking up at him with one hand over her eyes. “You were perfectly fine carrying that deer all the way to Whiterun, it must weigh twice as much as me.”

Kerek rolled his eyes, but dropped the deer, relenting to help Ryla onto his shoulders. Grunting, he struggled to stay standing as she wiggled on top of him. Suddenly, his trousers became tighter. Recently, he was having a bit of trouble with betraying his orsimer instincts, and Ryla, who didn’t know, wasn’t helping things. Pushing the feeling down, he said, “At least the deer doesn’t move around.”

“Shh.” She shushed, putting a hand over his mouth a little harder than necessary. “I need to listen.”

Kerek stood still, Ryla’s hand over his mouth, and tried to listen to what she was hearing, but nothing came. In his absence of thought, his trousers were loose once again. “Ryla,” he started, muffled by her hand. He needed to get out of this before bad turned to worse. “I don’t hear anything, maybe we should keep moving.”

Ryla jumped down from Kerek’s shoulders, her expression heavy. “I thought I heard…- Nevermind. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go, Kerek.”

Kerek’s brow furrowed and he picked the deer up, once more shrugging his shoulder and letting the deer rest firmly against his neck. “Think Lydia will be home by now?”

“I hope so.” Ryla said, “I was going to go up The Bannerd Mare tonight. Mikael’s expecting me.” Behind Ryla’s back, Kerek pulled a face. She dusted off her thighs and kept moving. “Lydia was supposed to pick up a dress for me from Solitude. Some slinky little thing that Taarie promises will make him fall head over heels for me.”

“Ever think he’s using you?” Kerek mumbled quietly, making Ryla stop again.

She was quiet for a moment, eyeing Kerek over her shoulder, before finally stating, “No, it hadn’t.”

“Just think about it, Ryla.” Kerek argued. “He was chasing after Carlotta like a wolf before you came along.”

Ryla’s face fell, “I don’t care. I think he’s changed, you should hear some of the things he tells me.” She turned and started on her way again, Kerek following close behind.

“He’s a bard.” Kerek said, heat rising to his face “It’s their job to flatter women.”

Ryla huffed, pushing her hair back over her ear with her entire palm before saying, “He doesn’t speak to any of the other women that way. Not even Carlotta. Ask Saadia!”

“That redguard would do anything for a few septims.” Kerek argued in a gruff voice. “She’d be easy to pay off.”

Ryla rolled her eyes and fell quiet. They moved a few hundred paces before she looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes wet and red. “I like you Kerek. You’re my friend. Please don’t be mad at me.”

Kerek opened and closed his mouth, looking a bit like a salmon gasping for breath for a moment. He wanted to be angry with her, he really did but Ryla always did leave a soft spot in his heart. “I’m not.” He finally answered, looking away from her. After a few more paces, Kerek took a deep breath and asked, “Exactly how slinky will this dress be?”

“Kerek!” Ryla hollered though her laughter as she broke into a sprint towards Whiterun.

“It’s a valid question!” Kerek yelled back at her, relieved that she was no longer angry with him.

Ryla quickly out ran Kerek, who, figuring she would just make it to Whiterun sooner than him anyway, laid the deer down and began field dressing it. They hadn’t yet because Ryla was excited to go home and meet Lydia, but their argument had slowed them down some, and Kerek was getting worried about its freshness.

He sighed, kicking the innards into a shallow hole and covering them with dirt, before hoisting the deer into his arms once more. As he moved through the turns of the front gates, Kerek began to regret his decision to not follow Ryla closer. The guards often gave him shit when they thought Ryla wasn’t looking or listening in. And although Kerek knew he could have gutted some of them before they even knew what was happening, he tried to remind himself that he was trying to live a better life for Ryla, because she had some hero complex or something.

“Did Ryla come through here, yet?” Kerek tried to say friendly.

“No.” The guard was some thick man. Not muscular thick, fat thick. As if he had been the one stealing all the sweet rolls. “And you know how we feel about you in our city, Orc.”

Kerek swallowed the bile and anger rising in his throat, scratching the back of his head lightheartedly. “She started some idiotic race with me. I’d have figured she would have been back by now.” Why wasn’t this milk-drinker opening the gate?

The guard glanced up at something behind Kerek and Kerek turned to look, but saw nothing. Judging from the grunt in the back of his throat, the guard hadn’t either. “That doesn’t sound like Thane Ryla.” The guard spat, making Kerek grind his teeth together. None of them really knew her, and it drove him crazy. “I sure hope you didn’t betray her. And Whiterun in the process.” Kerek clicked his teeth together, a primal warning that the guard probably didn’t know anything about. The town guard was so obsessed with their thane being this pillar of purity and perfection. If they had heard some of the things she said about Farengar… Oh, if hed just get rid of those muttonchops! she’d gush, I’d be on him faster that icing melts on a sweetroll!

Fuming, Kerek opened him mouth to say something snarky in return, but with a holler and a hard thud, the very subject of discussion landed on his thick shoulders, causing the deer to tumble from his hands, it’s tongue falling from its mouth and the little blood it had left spilling onto the cobblestone and guard’s boots. Bending down, careful not to dump Ryla onto the hard ground, Kerek gathered the deer, pushing past the guard and opening the gates as Ryla shouted, “Onward, my noble steed!” and pressed kisses onto the top of his sweaty dreadlocks.

Blushing, but not admitting to it, Kerek moved to Breezehome, half pushing, half helping Ryla off of his shoulders before he hung the deer at the back of the house. “Kerek,” Ryla called, as she turned the front corner of the house, “make sure to cut a steak for Brenuin, too. Thanks~!!”

Grumbling to himself, Kerek cut the hide from the deer and then the proper bits of meat. Judging from Ryla’s animated chatter wafting from the second floor, Lydia was home, and she was more than pleased with the way the dress looked on her.

As she spoke, Kerek mouthed her words, shaking his head from side to side, mocking her. “I don’t want to walk the streets looking this way.” She complained, and Kerek heard the sharp intake of breath that indicated Lydia was about to say something. But Ryal cut her off, “Should I change at The Bannered Mare? I’m sure Saadia would let me change in her room. What do you think, Lydia?” Another intake of breath cut off. “Does it look dashing? Maybe I need a man’s perspective. Would you be a dear and send Kerek in? Then you could take a turn cutting the steaks. Brenuin likes his medium thick.” Kerek imagined the beam on her face. Rosy and healthy and impossible to say no to. Hurriedly, he wiped his hands in the grass, and turned just in time to see Lydia strolling around the corner.
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Author's note: I'm not exactly sure why the above part is all in italics. I'll look back over what I pasted here and see why. Sorry about that.

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Rough Sex

(Probably more to come.)

I hope you're enjoying this so far. Not my best. I know. My mother went to the emergency room a couple weeks ago with a kidney stone a little bigger than a .22 shell. She's been really needy while she stayed home and I couldn't get anything done on this. She went back to work yesterday and is recovering well.

“Well.” She said, taking the dagger from him. “You’re hardly bloody out here. What have you been doing? Ogling the women?” She smiled at him, one of those forced ones she always gave Kerek, but the joke was really in jest. Lydia knew of his feelings for Ryla, and it made it kind of easier for Kerek to know that he wasn’t the only one struggling with the knowledge of it.

He offered a smile back, a small one. They were both proud of their individual races, and found it hard to tolerate the other purely for their race’s history, but they made an effort. “Oh, no.” Kerek said, and then lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’m into the men, you see.”

Lydia laughed and dug the dagger into the deer, “Ryla would like to see you. She wants a man’s opinion on the dress.”

“My opinion is that she needs to stay away from that Nord.” Kerek growled, low in his throat as he turned.

“Hn,” was the only syllable that Lydia offered, but Kerek knew she felt the same way about Mikael.

Going up the stairs, Kerek heard the crinkle of fabric being smoothed and wondered if Ryla was nervous because she was trying something new or because he was going to see her in some slinkly little dress. He came to the landing and the doors to her bedroom swung shut with a loud bang.

Kerek sighed and raised his hand to knock on the door, but Ryla’s voice came through the crack before he had time. “Stand near the chair over there and pretend you’re Mikael. I want to make an entrance.”

Kerek out a hand over her face and moved to the chair, throwing himself in it and not pretending he was Mikael. “I’m ready.” He called, looking at the door with intrest.

The doors swung open and there she was. Her bangs were swept up in a messy bun, revealing to him, in all its glory, her round face and bright green eyes. Her pink lips were parted in nervous anticipation and she stared at him expectantly. Her breasts, though small, were pushed upward and together to create the illusion of cleavage and the gold-green dress hugged her in all the right places.

She was curvy! Kerek thought incredulously, drinking in the sight as much as she allowed him to. She was curvy and gorgeous and…perfect and pure. And Kerek found himself suddenly standing over her, staring down at her beautiful face. He took a loose strand of hair and tucked it over her ear, smiling. “It’s beautiful.” He said quietly. “You’re beautiful.”

She giggled coquettishly and looked away, blushing. “Oh, Mikael.”

Kerek’s face fell. Mikael. She’d said… Mikael. He was silent for a long moment. That was right, wasn’t it? She had asked him to pose as Mikael, hadn’t she? He felt broken, his heart thudding hard in his chest, staring blankly ahead.

Distantly, he recognized what he was about to do. And he knew it was wrong. He knew Lydia was outside and would hear, and that he only had a short amount of time to do it.

The rage bubbled forth, unbridled. And he pushed Ryla into the room, softly at first, and then when she didn’t budge, a little harder. He closed the doors behind them and threw the dresser against them to buy him some more time.

Ryla stood at the corner of her bed, hands on her elbows. “You’re scaring me Kerek.” Kerek looked at her. Hard. Hungrily. She panted against the feeling of being prey and took another step back, but Kerek had already lunged, pressing his lips against hers. She cried out as his tusk caught the soft skin of her cheek. And pushed her hand between them, trying to pry him off of her. He inhaled her scent, coaxing her to the floor and pushing the dress up to her hips.

He freed his member from its confines and pressed it hard against her covered privates as he pulled at the cloth covering her breasts. He palmed on of them, tearing away her under garments with the other hand. Breaking the kiss, Kerek pushed inside of her. She tightened around him and he almost came there, but restrained himself by taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled on it, and then nibbled on it with his sharp teeth, rotating between the two. Pulling away from her breast with a wet pop he pressed his lips to her ear, whispering, “If you’d just relax you’d enjoy it a lot more.”

He felt her body tremble with the beginning of a shout, but the fatal words never came. He’d seen her body do it before, when she was too scared or adrenaline fueled and her throat just plain refused to shout. She whimpered underneath him and bit her lip. He pressed another rough kiss to her mouth, pushing in and out, her tiny body trying to reject him. He finally came with grunt. And collapsed on top of her, when the shout came. Kerek went flying across the room, hitting the wall on the other side turned halfway around.

Ryla stood, straightening her dress and covering the parts he had ripped in his frenzy. She trembled, her lower region still dripping with his essence. A guard pounded on the doors to her room and, shakily, she moved to scoot the dresser out of the way. The doors flew open, Lydia and three guards standing and looking at her. Ryla looked back. How was she supposed to behave in a situation like this? She turned her head and glanced at Kerek who was still struggling to remove himself from behind the chest and clutter. She looked at Lydia, who moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her. Ryla watched as the guards moved to Kerek, who, spent from his violent actions and the beserker’s rage, let the guards take him without complaint. She whimpered again and fell into Lydia’s embrace.

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The following days, Ryla tried to behave as if everything was normal. She went to Farengar’s lessons at 9, still musing over his mutton chops, even as he apologized profusely for not teaching her more defensive spells. And, “Was it terrible? I heard orcs are quite big... Down. There. Are you all right do you need a healer?” She’d nodded and shook her head at the appropriate questions before dismissing herself and heading to the Bannered Mare.

Mikael showed disinterest in her, instead focusing his songs on a pretty redguard who had showed up in town recently. She was crushed to find that he had changed a few words of the songs he sang to herself for the new girl. But, Ryla took the bribe, promising not to say anything. She spent most of her time huddled in the children’s bed where her alchemy table used to be.
Lydia opened the door slowly, peering in and looking at Ryla for a long while. “Uhm, my thane?” Ryla sat up at looked at Lydia, her eyes quiet. “He has, uhm... Kerek,” Lydia flinched at the word, but Ryla only sat up straighter, hope filling her. “Wanted to see you. In the dungeons.”

Ryla nodded and stood quickly. Moving through the house and putting on her mages robes. “Lydia.” She said finally, at the front door.

From above, Lydia replied, “Yes, my thane?”

“When I’m done talking to Kerek I’m going to go to Winterhold. Okay?” Lydia was next to her in a heartbeat, concern washing over her usually expressionless face. “Alone. I need the time to clear my head.”

“I’m not so sure that’s the brightest idea. Remember the priestess wanted you to stick around to see if you were...” Lydia paused, her eyes searching Ryla’s for help. “With child.”

Ryla laughed, surprising Lydia. “I’m not with child, Lydia.” She explained. “I can feel it. We who use magik are very in tune with our spirits.”

Lydia gave her a look. “I’m your housecarl, Ryla.” She explained. “And I’ll do whatever you want me to. But Winterhold is a long way up there. I’d hate for you to get hurt...” Lydia paused, looking away, seemingly interested in a blue bowl.

“Again.” Ryla finished for her. “In the same way that Kerek hurt me.”

“Yes.” Lydia tucked her own braid behind her ear, resisting the urge to yell at Ryla.

Ryla stared at her for a long moment. How could she tell Lydia that this man, this orc who had defiled her, had a pure heart? How could she tell Lydia that she had forgiven him? Almost instantaneously. How could tell Lydia that if he had just been... a little less rough, that she would have enjoyed herself very much? She opened her mouth and then closed it.

“I’ll be fine.” She whispered, closing the distance between them and leaning her forehead on Lydia’s shoulder. “I promise. I’ll hire someone or make a few friends along the way.”

Lydia looked down at the top of Ryla’s head and wrapped her arms around her. “Why don’t you want me to come with you?”

Ryla broke the hug, looking up at Lydia and quickly looking away. “I need you here for when Kerek is released.” She said timidly. “Without someone to tie him to me, the guards will most likely kick him out of the city. And I want him to live here... with you.”

Lydia stared at Ryla, her mouth agape. In reply, Ryla smiled sheepishly. “You’re welcome to the master bedroom.” She tried to appease her, “And Kerek can have yours. I’m going to the college, I believe I’ll be there for quite some time.”

Lydia finally closed her mouth with an exhale, and Ryla could see that she was furious. Quickly, Ryla threw her pack over her shoulder and ran through the door. “I’ll write!” She called.

The walk to the dungeon took longer than it should have. A multitude of people had stopped her to talk about how well she was getting over it, that she looked healthy but should probably heed Danica’s advice about the potential of carrying a child. Ryla sighed with every question and mention of her health. The man had had sex with her, he didn’t try to murder her. And, if anything, she had dealt him more damage than he had dealt her.

Approaching the door to the dungeon, Ryla welled up a few tears. If she could get the guard’s sympathy, maybe she could talk to Kerek alone. She opened the door and both guards turned to look at her. “Are you lost?” One of them asked with a heavy accent.

She shook her head, letting a few tears drip down her cheeks. “No. I... I just wanted to look Kerek in the eye.” The first guard nudged the second and they stood, leaving the building.

Wiping the fake tears, Ryla moved into the back room, heading to Kerek’s cell. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered as she came into view. “I’m so, so sorry. I snapped. I didn’t mean to- I should have been- I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

Ryla nodded, lighting her hand aglow with a restoration spell and reaching within the cell to heal the split skin on his nose. Kerek sighed, “Your spell feels so good, Danica’s hurts.”

“She has ill intent.” Ryla explained, moving down to the dark bruise on his collar bone.

“I’m sorry.” Kerek said again, shame flooding his features. “I’ve had...” Kerek paused, pulling a face. “feelings for you ever since that day we burnt Morey. They’ve only gotten stronger, and I... You called me Mikael. I wasn’t saying that as Mikael! I was saying it as me!”

Ryla hushed him, moving to another small wound on his chest. “Don’t beat yourself up so much.” She whispered. “If... If I had seen Mikael for what he really was...” She trailed off, looking up to meet Kerek’s gaze. “Things would have been different.”

Kerek quickly looked away. “I wanted so much of you. And I wanted you all to myself. It wouldn’t have- You wouldn’t have been happy.”

Ryla smiled at him. “You never know.” They were quiet for a long moment, the silence deafening. “It wasn’t as bad as so many people think!” She burst, her sudden words echoing off the walls.

Kerek looked at her, his thick eyebrows knitting together between his eyes. “Wh... What?”

Ryla had her fist to her lips, her eyes squeezed shut in unmistakable regret. But she opened her mouth, saying, “I think... I might’ve enjoyed it.” She confessed shakily. “I mean. I didn’t. You were too big and you didn’t quite fit…” Ryla paused, her words catching in her throat. Swallowing, she finally looked up at him. His gold eyes peered into her green orbs, hope over flowing the figurative bucket. Ryla sighed, defeated. “You’re quite attractive, Kerek.” She confessed again. “And kind, which is something that Skyrim lacks, I’ve noticed.” Kerek nodded speechless. “I’m beginning to… have feelings for you.” She looked up at him, trying hard not to smile and seem very serious.

Kerek reached through the bars, a giant hand resting against her cheek. She pressed her face into his palm, warm and earthy smelling. “I love you.” He said quietly. And the words seemed so natural, spilling from his lips. So honest.

Ryla moved away from him, betrayal in her eyes. “I can’t.” She said, pulling the other strap of the knapsack over her shoulder. “Not now. I’m going to Winterhold.” She explained, putting her tiny hand through the bars once more. “Farengar promises the college has much more to offer than he does. They’re accepting new students, and I can’t pass up an opportunity like this.” She traced her delicate fingers down the scar on his left eye. A scar she had caused. “Find me.” She said quietly. “Find me in Winterhold if you can.”

Kerek watched as she left, and then dug his thick fingers into his hair. Throwing himself into the small pile of hay on the floor. He’d get a job. He decided right then and there. He’d get a job, and he’d save enough to go to Winterhold, and then… And then what?

Wiping at his eyes, he heard the guards come in and stop at his cell. “Did she give you what you deserve?” The first one asked, his voice full of malice and hatred.

Kerek turned, looking at them solemly. “No.” He said, his voice echoing off of the quiet stone walls. “She gave me something better than I deserve.”

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Winterhold was colder than Kerek thought possible. Shivering, he stepped into the tavern, and warmed himself by the fire. Turning to look at the innkeeper, he asked for a bottle of mead. The nord stared at him for a moment, mead in hand, hesitant. Kerek fought the urge to growl, instead holding out a small bag of septims and saying, “I’m good for it.”

The nord held out the mead, and Kerek fished out the payment, taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly. “Do you know a woman by the name of Ryla?” he asked, handing over the few septims.

The nord looked down at the septims and then back up at Kerek, “Aye that we do. We all do. We are in a great deal of debt to her.”

Kerek looked up, surprise unbridled on his features. “What for?” He asked. “Last I knew she just wanted to study at the college.”

“Initially, that was all she wanted.” He explained. “But then that... that Thalmor agent released these... things. They were like nothing we had ever seen. We lost quite a few people.”

Kerek took a gulp of his mead. “She invited me up here years ago.” Kerek said quietly. I just now saved enough.

The innkeeper made a noise in the back of his throat. “The college is much more open to visitors now-a-days. If you can prove you’re not there to cause any trouble.”

Kerek pulled a face, remembering the trouble he had already caused. Shaking his head free of the memory, he rolled his shoulders and eyes the door. “Awfully cold out there.” He muttered.

“Always is.”

They were silent a moment, both basking in the warmth of the fire. A man was drinking mead in a dark corner, and another poked his head out of the back room, where thick coloured smoke was wafting out of. There were people here. Kerek realized. Real people with real personalities. And Ryla belonged here. And Kerek seriously wondered if she would have ever made it out of Whiterun if it weren’t for his lack of control. He turned suddenly and thrust a small bag of coin in the man’s hands. “Keep it.” Kerek called over his shoulder as he pushed open the door, letting snow flow over the threshold, only to melt moments later.

The bridge to the college seemed precarious, and Kerek regarded it with caution, but tried to remember the letters Lydia had received detailing battles against dragons and riding horses across the bridge at full speed. Ryla had been amazed by this place. She really, truly fit in.

Kerek hesitated. Would it be right to see her now, years and years after he had effectively ruined her life? He shook his head free of the oppressive thoughts. “She invited me here.” He muttered to himself, taking a few steps forward and then quickly crossing the bridge before he could lose his courage.

The gates swung open in front of him, the small pool of deep blue water lighting up and sending a beam into the sky. He stood for a moment, awkwardly looking around before putting a hand over his face. What had he been thinking? Would these people really help out a person who didn’t know a thing but necessary restoration magik?

From somewhere to his right a soft voice called, “Can I help you?”

This is a god-awful fill. Do us a favor and don't finish it.

Uhm, I have to disagree with you. Though, it surely isn't my best. And OOPS. Look at that. It's finished. Sorry, Anon. :\

damn, you're an asshole.

Kerek turned, thankful for the help, but reluctant to show it. The voice belonged to a tiny dark elf, with striking black hair and ruby red eyes. “We’re really not supposed to have visitors, but our new arch-mage insists.”

He nodded emptily, not understanding a word she was saying. “I’m looking for a Breton woman.” He said finally, and the dunmer laughed.

“Most women here are Bretons.” She explained. “What’s her name?”

“Ryla.” Kerek said quietly, the feeling of her name in his mouth strange after all these years.

The dunmer’s face fell. “Then, are you him? Are you Kerek?” Kerek shrugged, he didn’t know what Ryla had said about him while here, but didn’t want to be under fire, perhaps literally. “We’ve heard so much about you! I’ll bet she’s in the Hall of the Elements. Come, I’ll show you the way.”

Kerek felt like a stranger. Which he was, but it wasn’t like in Whiterun where he was just another guy making a living. He knew absolutely nothing about these people or what drove them to wake every morning.

The dunmer pushed open a tall set of double doors, interrupting what seemed to be a lecture. The mages in the room turned to look at him and Kerek felt half his size. “Hello.” He said meekly, his voice echoing around the room making him feel ashamed. Clearing his throat he asked, “Is Ryla here?”

The woman near the front of the crowd finally turned, her ice spell dwindling in her lack of concentration. “Kerek?” She asked and her voice also echoed. “Are you really here? There’s so much to show you!” She took a few hurried steps towards him, then turned back to face the crowd, her light blue robes twirling with her speed. “Lecture dismissed. Meet here at the same time tomorrow if you’re still interested.”

---

It was nice to catch up with Ryla. Kerek told her all about how he had worked for Belethor and Adrianne. How he had tried to work for Arcadia, but his hands were too large to handle some of the ingredients. Ryla’s laugh was music to his ears. Her smile made him smile.

“What about you?” Kerek asked, awkwardly motioning towards her over their tankards of mead. “How did you become Arch-Mage?”

Ryla shrugged, a blush creeping over her cheeks. “It was all accidental, I assure you. Things just…” She hesitated, her eyes drifting away from him and her face falling. “Fell apart.”

Tentatively, Kerek reached across the table, her hand disappearing underneath his. “I think it’s wonderful.” The words that came from his mouth didn’t seem to belong there. Kerek couldn’t help but think that someon eelse should have been saying them, his voice was all wrong, too gruff.

Ryla looked up at him, her eyes solemn. “Kerek,” she started her voice quiet. “I’m so sorry.”

Kerek scoffed before she could finish. Ryla was apologizing? It was he who should be apologizing, not her. How much had he screwed her life up? How much damage had he done? He opened his mouth to express his thoughts, but Ryla silenced him.

“You took too long. I... I found, someone else.”

Kerek looked at her, his heart breaking. Distantly, he felt humor bubbling up from the deep dredges of his gut. This tiny little Breton had broken his heart too many times to count. “We’re quite happy. His name is Enthir, he’s a bosmer and works at the college. We... We have a daughter.” Ironically, Kerek smiled. That old saying, that nobody bests an orc? Well, the dragonborn could, and she didn’t even have to brandish her blade…

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Author's Note: This isn't a very good ending, and this isn't my best work, and I'm sorry OP. I will try to do better in the future. Posting fills while they're still in progress isn't going to be something I can do anymore. It messes up the flow. Thank you guys for reading, though. :)

Not OP, but This was good and memorable! Thank you for filling!

Oh! Thank you, Anon~! <3

Non-Con could be corrected to heavy Dub-Con.

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