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Professional Griefers [2/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 01:06 am (UTC)“Lorcalin!” she said his name and he looked down. “Are you listening?”
“No,” he said plainly making her frown. “I’m too busy thinking about how lovely and beautiful you are,” he lied and she flushed a deep red. “Come, my little bird. I haven’t seen you in a while and I rather wish to catch up. To your home now.”
She nodded, reaching into her pocket to pull out the key and he stared at it, trying to copy the details of it into his mind. He still hadn’t been able to pickpocket it off her as she carried a mess of keys with her at all times and she let go of him to strode up to door, unlocking it to let him inside. He held the door open, ushering her in first and she giggled, doing as he wanted.
Her key was in her pocket before he could snatch it and he cursed her, letting her move into her home. “Hello? Lydia? Are you here?”
An ugly, plain Nord came from alchemist room. “Eloine! My, I haven’t…” her voice trailed off when she saw him and she stiffened, sneering. “You lost?”
“No,” he said before the little dragonborn could. “But you look like you are. My, you’ve gotten more bestial since the last time I’ve seen you.”
“Fuck you, elf!” she spat, moving past her Thane to come up to him. He grabbed one of the swords by the door, holding it at the Nord before she came near him and she stopped, grabbing her own from her back. “I’ll kill you where you stand!”
“Try it, you ungodly bitch,” he said right back. “I’ll see your head on fire before you take a swing.”
“L-Lorcalin! Lydia! Stop!” Eloine cried making Lydia pull back, looking at her from over her shoulder. Lorcalin took the opportunity to take a few precise steps forward and her slammed the end of the blade against the Nord’s head making her yell out and take a swing. He caught it with the blade in his hand and Eloine yelled out. “Lorcalin!”
“You piece of shit!” Lydia snarled and he smirked.
“Such a foul tongue! I think it would be better cut off!”
“STOP!” Eloine shouted and the small house shook, her eyes wild as she stared at them. He stared at her, pursing his lips as he did but he respectfully moved away from Lydia, going to the stairs where Eloine stood near. She glared at him, her hands shaking and he touched her shoulder. She jerked to his touch.
“Sorry, my dear,” he said in a soft voice and her eyes moved to him, slowly looking him over before she turned back to normal. Lydia stirred from her spot.
“Eloine,” Lydia breathed out, lowering her sword. “Eloine, I’m-! No, my Thane, see?! See what he does? How he influences you?” She had relaxed a bit, frowning at her Housecarl’s words leaving her room to continue. “He is poisoning you, Eloine! How do you not see?”
“Eloine,” Lorcalin breathed next to her ear and she jerked, turning to him letting him kiss her cheek. She tensed, flushing and he took her hand. “I apologize for causing trouble. I just haven’t seen you for a while and would very much like to be alone with you.”
“Alone?” she asked and Lydia shook from her place.
Professional Griefers [3/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 01:07 am (UTC)She furrowed her brows. “Lead me on..?”
“Lydia, catch,” Lorcalin said and he threw the sword at her making her shriek, moving out of the way as it hit the ground. He clucked his tongue. “Pick that up, won’t you? Your dragonborn was fetched by me, not you and I wish to speak with her.”
“Don’t touch her!” she shouted but he was already leading his pet upstairs, ignoring her slight resistance as she looked back to her housecarl. “Lorcalin, I’ll kill you!”
“Unlikely,” he yelled from the balcony, turning to grab the little Nord and sling her over his shoulder making her cry out in shock. He carried her the rest of the way, slapping her thigh as he did and she squirmed, pulling at his robes.
“L-Lorcalin! Lorcalin, t-this-!” she let out a cry as he kissed her bare calf, kicking the door closed behind him. “Lorcalin…! That tickles!”
“Does it?” he asked and he kissed her calf again, tugging at her boots making her squirm even more. “You’re ticklish here?”
“No!” she pleaded, yelping as he forced her off his shoulder and she hit her bed hard, bouncing on it. She let out a small laugh, disorientated and he leaned over her, kissing her nose. “Lorcalin! Y-You need to apologize to Lydia!”
“Later.”
“Lorcalin!”
He pushed her to the bed, pulling off her boots and she flushed, her cheeks still glowing. “What were you and that old goat talking about?”
“Old goat?” she frowned and he began working on her armor, undoing the straps and it was pulled off her, dropped beside the bed. She was naked below, her only undergarments covering her lower torso and he squeezed her breasts making her mewl.
“That Nord who told you to ‘heed his words’,” he said. “What did he mean?”
She shifted, uncomfortable. “Um, Kodlak. He’s the Harbinger,” she said and he rolled his eyes. He didn’t care what he was. “He… told me not to tell.”
He pulled her nipples making her gasp and a quick suck to her right one made her tune change. She began squirming below him, her legs spreading and her breath coming out in pants. “L-Lorcalin…”
“My dear girl,” he purred, releasing her now hard nub. “What have I told you about keeping secrets from the Thalmor?”
She frowned, her brows knitting together as she thought. “I-I shouldn’t.”
“That’s right,” he said, kissing the tops of her breasts, groping them as his lips moved up. She shifted more, her small fingers pulling at his arms. “Whatever he told you, you can tell me.”
She hesitated but relented. Idiot. “He said you were bad. The Thalmor are bad and Talos is a real god.”
“Is that so?” he muttered, nipping at her throat. “Why would he say such things to you?”
“I-I don’t know!” she said, whimpering. “I told him he was wrong! The Thalmor are good… Y-You are good! But he told me I was being… muddled?” She bit her lip and he looked up at her.
“Muddled?”
“It was a big word,” she said, flushing in embarrassment and he could guess at what the old bastard meant. Manipulated; good thing the stupid girl didn’t understand it. “I-I told him he was wrong…”
Professional Griefers [4/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 01:08 am (UTC)“I-I love you,” she stammered, whimpering again as he kissed her temples.
“I know you do, my dearest little bird,” he purred, trying hard to keep down the laughter that wanted to escape his throat. She was so stupid, so trusting it was like killing a child. “So do not listen to them, they only wish to upset you. The Thalmor only want what is best for you – I only want what is best for you – and we are at your beck and call when you need us. We will never make you unhappy and always protect you, Eloine.”
She nodded, hugging his chest and he stroked her hair. “The Thalmor are my allies,” she said softly. “But… Talos?”
He sighed. “I’ve told you, darling, a mortal that murdered innocents and hurts others would never be a god. If he is anything, he would be more with a daedric prince and we don’t worship those, do we?”
“No!” she pushed away from him looking horrified. He couldn’t help but grin. He pushed it a little further.
“Exactly, my dear. And what man suggests you should worship a daedra? One that doesn’t have your interests at heart…”
She looked conflicted, her disgust at the mention of a daedra obvious in her mind but the old goat was dear to her. He watched her, curious on what her pathetic little brain would come up with and she finally bit her lip. “B-But Kodlak… is Harbinger. He’s… He’s good…”
“A wolf can mask themselves as a sheep, my dear,” he reminded her and she didn’t understand. “Some people who are good to you really wish to hurt you. He may seem nice but he may be wanting to destroy you. You are the dragonborn after all. Many men would like to see you dead.”
She slowly nodded, absorbing his words and he cupped her cheeks, kissing her again in false affection and she melted to him, whimpering his name. The wonderful lie he had just sold her made him chuckle, his fingers running over her body and he found himself actually wishing to reward her for her stupidity. The further he drove a wedge between her and those barbarians, the better. “Come, my darling. Lie back down.”
She did as he asked, their lips connecting once more and he pulled at the strings on her hips as his tongue pushed into her mouth, her pants of desire feeding his ego, her eagerness for him only making it better. He leaned back, tugging off his gloves and he undid his robes, pulling them over his head making her giggle. “What?”
She flushed, covering her mouth. “I-I like it when I get to see you... undress,” she said and he raised a brow, smiling at her.
“That’s rather naughty, my little bird,” he teased, poking at her stomach making her giggle. “You’re certainly a bit bolder these days.” She leaned up, wishing to help but he pushed her away, pointing to the end table. “Get the potion bottles, dear.”
She obeyed and he folded his robes, dropping them beside the bed before he ran a hand through his hair, watching her. She leaned over the bed on her stomach, reaching into the disorganized drawer full of books and necklaces and bottles and he crawled on top of her, biting the nape of her neck. She pressed into the threaded sheets, giggling and he lapped at her skin and rubbed himself against her bottom.
She spread her legs, as if she was ready for him and he merely gave her pale skin a harsh slap making her yelp. “Get the bottle, my little naughty girl.”
“Y-Yes Master,” she reverted to his title and he grinned. A few more lessons with her and he wondered if he could actually have her killing for the Dominion. She seemed to believe enough that their relationship actually existed instead of realizing he was merely using her. Maybe he could bend her to that point.
Professional Griefers [5/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 01:09 am (UTC)“Feel good, my little bird?”
“Y-Yes!” she panted and he continued, making sure her entrance was slick.
He thought about her housecarl, how she was still down below and he pulled the little Nord flush against his body his fingers moving to work her from the front and she bit her lip, riding him. “Eloine, my dear, don’t hold back your voice alright?”
She frowned. “M-Master?”
He forced her chin up, the top of her head hitting his chest and he leaned down kissing her forehead. “That’s an order. I want to hear you saying my name, alright? I like it when you do.”
She swallowed but nodded, her cheeks still a rosy color and her eyes glazing over as he ran a finger over her clit. “Y-Yes M-Master…”
“Good girl,” he complimented and he let her go, allowing her to go down on her hands, spreading her as he did. She seemed ready enough, the girl having learned quick that his rewards felt good and he emptied the rest of the bottle out on himself. A few strokes and he was adequate enough to go and he took to mounting her, pressing her down against the bed. She whimpered from below, her muscles flexing as she had to support herself. “Good girl, Eloine. Keep relaxed.”
“L-Lorcalin!” she whined as he started pushing in, her walls still tight against him and he nipped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her hips making her buck. “L-Lorcalin!”
“Louder!”
“L-Lorcalin!” she cried out and he heard movement from below. He grinned, grabbing the headboard. Gods he hoped that damn bitch below could hear. “Lorcalin!”
He kissed her shoulders and pushed until he couldn’t go any further, until she was clenching around him, shivering from below. She pulsed around his cock, her breaths uneven and he smiled, reaching down to grab her breasts, squeezing. “Master!”
“I have missed you,” he sighed against her and she tried looking over her shoulder, her eyes bright. “My cute little bird.”
“I-I…” she began and he looked at her, watching her flush, giving him a look of pure adoration and love. She licked her lips, ready to speak again and he pulled out, thrusting in hard to silence her making her shout instead, her hands buckling; he wasn’t in the mood to hear romantic drabble. She was pressed against the bed, her knees spreading and he began a rough rhythm, forcing her to adjust to it, his gentleness only in his fingers pressing against her shoulders.
She adapted quickly, moving back against him and he bit his lip, chuckling as the headboard hit the wall again, her beginning to twist below. A few good thrusts and a fingers against her clit and she became desperate for him, her hips bucking back against his wanting release. Her panting increased and he pinned her down, making sure his strokes were powerful enough to continue making the bed shift to hit the wall. “L-Lorcalin!”
Professional Griefers [6/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 01:10 am (UTC)“Lorcalin! Lorcalin, a-ah!” her voice broke out in a cry. “S-So big! You’re so big!”
“That… I am… darling,” he purred, gripping her hair as he tried to control her damned thrashing. She was starting to clench around him, her arching and tugging on the sheets below an indicator she was getting close and he pulled her back against him, the new position breaking her concentration. She moaned out and he grabbed her breasts squeezing them. “Keep saying my name, my little bird.”
“Locralin!” she said automatically, her body quickly getting used to the new position. “Lorcalin!”
“Louder!”
“Lorcalin!” she shouted, riding him hard. He chuckled, thrusting into her, his stomach starting to knot as he finally felt the pullings of an orgasm in his gut and he had to test her again, his one hand gripping her throat as he forced her against him.
“Beg for me, Eloine,” he growled, roughly pulling her right nipple making her cry out in pain. “Beg for me, my little bird, for me to let you come!”
“M-Master!” she cried out, her small nails reaching behind her to try and grab any part of him, having to settle on his forearms after wielding no results. “Master, please! Please let me come! I’ve been a good girl!”
“Have you?” he hissed against her ear sending a shiver down her spine. “Have you been good for the Thalmor!?”
“Yes!” she pleaded.
“Will you always obey us!?” he growled, squeezing her throat a bit.
“Yes!”
“Tell me, Eloine! Tell me who you obey!”
“T-The Thalmor!” she begged, her throat rumbling against his hand. “I obey the Thalmor!”
“Louder!”
“I obey the Thalmor!” she shouted making him smile. “Master! Master, please!”
“Again!” he groaned.
“M-Master!”
He let go of her throat, grabbing her wrists and he forced her against the bed, fucking into her damned squirming body, her cries fueling him further. Gods above, she felt good. His dick was becoming soaked by her damned wet pussy, her clenching making him hiss and her sporadic thrusting back welcome. She still couldn’t take all of him in but what she could felt fantastic and he dragged his nails down her back as he rode her, no longer paying attention to sounds of the bed hitting the walls.
Professional Griefers [7/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 01:11 am (UTC)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.”
Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-02 01:12 am (UTC)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
Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-02 05:30 am (UTC)And by any chance, are you the same writer of that fic where the dragonborn spys Ancano and Mirabelle doing it at the college?
Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-02 02:16 pm (UTC)Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-02 06:34 pm (UTC)Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-02 06:51 am (UTC)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).
Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-02 09:38 am (UTC)“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
Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-03 04:12 pm (UTC)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
Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-03 05:33 pm (UTC)Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-06 02:49 pm (UTC)Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-06 11:22 pm (UTC)He better not impregnate her though.
Re: Professional Griefers [8/8]
Date: 2014-02-11 06:17 pm (UTC)