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Re: Of Daggers and Daedra 1.9

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“I know, I know!” he giggled and then he'd pulled her to him, teeth sinking into her shoulder as he thrusted inside her and Eola cried out, holding on to him for all she was worth. Her eyes flicked open, glancing to her left where a trickle of blood from Tyranus' body was still visible and that reminded her Cicero had just stabbed a man in front of her not half an hour ago. Eola closed her eyes, reliving the moment when Cicero's dagger had claimed the Vigilant's life, moaning Cicero's name as orgasm found her and she came, crying out a litany of gods and yes and Cicero, yes. He came not long after, collapsing in her arms and lying there, unmoving.

For a while neither of them spoke, just lying there on a bed that belonged to neither, with a Daedric altar in the cellar and a body in the next room. Then Cicero started giggling and rolled over, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“There are not many women who would watch Cicero stab someone and then enter into a pact with Molag Bal, and respond with arousal,” Cicero gasped, grinning at her. Eola stroked his face, feeling content – mostly.

“There's not many men who'd find out about Lady Namira and respond by finding meat for me,” she told him. “Speaking of which...” She nodded meaningfully in the direction of Tyranus' corpse and Cicero glanced over and giggled.

“Oh! Oh yes. Of course. Do not worry, my lovely. Cicero shall feed you.” Tucking himself back in to his trousers and lacing up, Cicero retrieved his knife and ran off to start butchering Tyranus, some to eat now and some for Eola to cast frost runes on and smuggle out to Hogni for the rest of the coven. No sense wasting a kill like this one.

Eola retrieved her torc and headdress, tidying herself up before heading out to join Cicero and mentally composing a report for her father, something to both cover Tyranus' absence and explain why she felt the urgent need to go visit Auntie Keirine in a hurry. Doable, very doable – her father was by this point quite used to not inquiring too deeply into her affairs and more than willing to take anything she said at face value as long as there was no actual evidence. But before that... time to feast.

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A/N: And that is chapter one. Likely to be about two more once I've written them, hope it's to your liking so far!