Not Without Thought
Chapter 1
"Here's everything you need. Try not to muck it up." A flaxen haired woman with hard features said as she tossed a bag over to the woman standing across from her in the dingy underground tavern. The woman caught it with ease, not paying the bag much mind. Instead, she peeled her eyes at the woman who had given her the new burglary job.
"Vex, have you always been like this?" She asked, carelessly placing the package within her pack. The other woman faltered at the question slightly, blinking in confusion when her eyes met the piercing emerald gaze that was studying her.
"What are you talking about?" Vex questioned back, her frustration beginning to spill into her words.
"You are so rough. I'm just curious if you've always been like this."
"Look, just because you're the new guild leader doesn't mean we have to cozy up with each other and be best friends, Sindrel. I've got my job to do and I'm damn good at doing it, so you can just do your own thing." Vex spat out, folding her arms.
She hated being studied, especially by the newest member of the thieves guild. The newest member who climbed to the top of the chain, taking out Mercer Frey after he betrayed everyone in the guild. She, along with everyone else in the guild, probably owed her a lot more than just a thanks. However, most just gave her a nod a smile at best. Everyone was probably just as flabbergasted as she was with this woman, who months ago had never been heard of before, now practically running the place. What probably irked Vex the most was the fact that she was bringing the guild back into the light of being notorious again after so many years of piss poor luck.
"You see, there you go again." Sindrel pointed out casually. "I bet if you were a tad more lax, you'd be a lot more fun to be around."
"I don't have to explain myself to you, or anyone for that matter." Vex furrowed her brow in anger. Sindrel sighed at the woman before her who had become more tense than usual from her previous comment.
"Look, I'm not trying to start a fight. I'm not trying to be best buddies with you either. I can see a few other people are just as stringent with how they handle themselves here, and that's fine. I just wanted to say that there are people who probably see you as a friend. Perhaps, every now and then, you could drop the tough guy act and appreciate those around you for sticking with you. The guild, in its own way, is like a family." Sindrel said, pulling her long fiery braid forward so that she could shoulder her pack with ease. She turned, glancing back for only a second to finish her thought to Vex. "I've been pretty envious of that since I came to Skyrim."
Vex stared after her until she disappeared from the Ragged Flagon. She kicked a chair near her and went over to the bar for a drink. For ten minutes she sat, thinking about Sindrel's words, wondering why they burned her more they they should have. With a curse, she slammed down her mug, fully agitated and needed to know. "What the hell was that all about!?"
Sindrel sat in the Bee and Barb tavern, deep in thought. A fit of deep laughter from a nearby table shook her from her thoughts, long enough to coax a look around the room over the pint she held to her lips. For a second, she watched the table of Nords as they continued their laughter. She stole a glance over at the bar. That damn bar. She had met a robed man going by the name of Sam who challenged her to drinks. Her stubbornness led her into trouble, as always, with that one. She should have known the Daedric Prince of debauchery would be involved. Sanguine and her ran about Skyrim, pulling multiple merry pranks upon unsuspecting citizens. She wasn't amused when she found out she was married to a hagraven because of him. It was relieving to know that they had not consummated "their love" or she would have probably killed herself out of disgust. She briefly wondered if the Prince took advantage of her being drunk as hell. Then again, it would not have been the first time she was involved with a Daedric Prince. That would have been forgivable at least. Just as long that goat wasn't involved.
Her eyes wandered about the room to the attractive looking Imperial mage that sat in the corner near one of the entrances, looking for someone to sell his use of spell casting to on some future adventure. Sindrel considered for a moment the idea of hiring him, getting to know him, sharing the road and her journeys with him. She dismissed the thoughts as fast as they came. Her usual flirtatious mannerism had been washed away many years back. The thought of flirting just reminded her of...
Sindrel snapped out of her thoughts and sat blinking at a seated, scowling Vex across from her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you sit down. I was about to head out to Whiterun, did you need something?" Sindrel grinned sheepishly, embarrassed she had let her guard down that badly. How she survived for so many years and through so many a crisis amazed her sometimes.
"I want to know what brought on that little spiel down in the Flagon." Vex replied, hold her arms folded in front of her as always. "Now spill it."
Sindrel blinked at her for a second and let out a laugh that nearly rivaled the table of Nords. "I am not quite sure what you're asking for."
Vex rubbed her shoulder, unsure of how to approach the other woman's question with a response. Finally she sat back and spoke, unabashed. "I understand you're the Dragonborn, I heard Brynjolf and Karliah speak of it. I've also heard talk of how you slew Alduin, the supposed World Eater. I think that all is a bunch of superstitious rubbish. How can a giant lizard eat the world? I don't really care though. However, you're also now the Harbinger of the Companions, or whatever, as well as Archmage at the College of Winterhold, though I'm not sure how or why."
"I like conjuration a lot." Sindrel told her with an impish smile.
"Whatever. My point is, you seem to love butting into people's affairs, running around and doing errands for everyone, and making friends with everyone. It's pretty sickening how helpful you are sometimes. Why do you bother? Don't you get tired of being everyone's errand girl?" Vex was now tapping her fingers upon the table in irritation.
"What can I say, I get bored easily." She said with a shrug. "I'm in it for the riches and glory."
"Seriously, what is your deal?" Vex demanded. "That can't be the only reason you go around trying to cheer people up and make everyone all happy. I heard you console Sapphire and no one ever tries to talk to Sapphire. They're all afraid of her, but not you. You're not afraid to talk with anyone!"
"Does it anger you that I like to see those around me in good spirits?" Sindrel asked her incredulously.
"No, I don't really care. I just don't understand why you bother." The haughty Imperial woman replied.
"I bother because life in Tamriel isn't easy. It's never been easy. I would know. I'm sure you know, too. Just as Sapphire knows." Sindrel sighed.
"Alright then. No one really knows much about you, and we have good eyes and ears in the guild. Tell me your story."
"What is this? The almighty Vex wishes to know the history of a poor wretch like me?" Sindrel giggled jokingly. Vex huffed a bit and scowled at her.
"Look, I'm not going to pry it out of you like you did Sapphire, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious. You're a mystery to everyone."
"It's quite the tale. We'd be here all night if I told it."
"Yea, I've heard the same thing from Cynric," Vex waved her hand in dismissal.
She swigged from her drink again and looked Vex hard in the eyes. "Can you guess how old I am?"
"I don't know… You're a Breton, right? You look about twenty-five winters old…" Vex wagered. She raised an eyebrow at the red head across from her. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It has a lot to do with everything." Sindrel sighed, tracing the rim of her mug with her thumb. "I would be about twenty-five, actually, if this was the end of the third era."
Vex examined her companion across from her scrupulously. To her, Sindrel's eyes were fierce, some would even say they had a hunger to them. Vex always just thought it was her strength shining through her eyes to match the red head's fiery spirit. Now, however, she could see the glimmer of something more... vicious.
Sindrel gave her a grim, but very flashy smile. The blonde blinked, noting her teeth. "You're a vampire?"
"Afraid so."
"But… You're able to go out in the sun? And you're drinking ale even now!" Vex pointed at her as Sindrel was sipping again.
"Please, quiet yourself…" Sindrel muttered while she grabbed Vex's pointing finger and pulled it down to the table. A glance around the inn told her that no one took notice to Vex's raised voice. "As disgusting as it might be to you, as long as I consume blood at least once a day, the sun doesn't bother me much. I guess I have Clavicus Vile to thank for that. I'm already fair skinned, I just have to cover up a bit more. I can consume food and drink, however they don't provide any nourishment. Alcohol has just been one of my vices."
"Do you…" Vex touched her throat slowly, unnerved by what she was told.
"I only feed on bandits and thugs, or sometimes a group of rogue mages or necromancers here and there, as long as they attack first. I actually get bottles of blood from a few apothecaries as well. Don't ask me where they get it though, I have no idea."
"What about when you sleep?" Vex relaxed a bit, knowing now that she wasn't a food source for the woman.
"I sleep in normal beds like anyone else. I don't know how coffins became a thing with some vampires. They aren't too comfy." Sindrel chuckled. They sat for a while in an uncomfortable silence as Vex registered these facts. The table of Nords singing drunkenly kept the silence between the two women from being completely unbearable.
"So how did it happen?" Vex ventured to ask. Sindrel gazed off, as if to recall the experience and took a few minutes before responding.
"Well, since that cat is out of the bag, where would the harm be in telling you everything, right?" She muttered, more to herself than Vex. "I was turned by a dear friend I had made back in Cheydinhal, a bit over two hundred years back, while I was a part of the Dark Brotherhood."
"The Dark Brotherhood? You? I am not sure if I should be surprised or not. You don't seem the type to murder, however you do like to join up with every guild out there, it seems." Vex stated. She folded her arms and waited for Sindrel to continue.
"Well, I wasn't aiming to join them, actually. It was kind of an accident." She told her. "It was the night after I escaped from the Imperial Prison in Cyrodiil, I had mistaken an old man for a bandit highwayman, killing him before I realized I had made a mistake. I had been chased by one only an hour before and thought he was the same bandit from earlier, killing him as he rounded the bend with a dagger to the back. I felt horrible. I even buried the man near the road. Even though I was riddled with guilt, I still took his coin and later found a small town and, more importantly, an inn.
"It was a few hours after I rented a room and retired to bed I received a visitor. He was a cloaked man, very handsome and charming with his words, and the Speaker from the Dark Brotherhood no less. This man's name was Lucien and he praised my skill with a blade, inviting me into his family. The price of admission was the life of another old man named Rufio, however. I told him I'd think about it and he left me with a blade meant for the old man's throat. You could have considered me enchanted by the man, for I was terribly disappointed to see him leave. Ironically, Rufio wasn't far from where I was staying and I felt compelled to venture to this other inn further down the woodland road. I knew how the Dark Brotherhood worked. I had dealt with them before, back in Morrowind. I was more curious why someone would want an old man dead. So I did some investigating. I picked the lock to his room, and poked around a bit. So I find that he had murdered a young woman and was hiding out there from anyone who knew him. It was hard to feel guilty when I killed him, knowing what he had done.
"I was almost too thrilled when I was visited by Lucien again. He eagerly welcomed me into the Brotherhood, giving me instructions on where to go to find the sanctuary. From there, I worked on and off on contracts with the Brotherhood, only taking ones that were more based off of enacting justice upon murderers or scoundrels that were truly deserving of death. As I said earlier, I met a dear friend named Vincent during my time at the sanctuary and he offered me his dark gift as he called it. I accepted."
Vex stared at her. The Breton across from her was staring off over at the mage for hire near the door. She looked nostalgic. A detail in Sindrel's story caught Vex's attention, however.
"You said you dealt with the Dark Brotherhood on Morrowind? So you had been to Morrowind before the disasters?" Vex inquired.
"Oh yes. I spent a while over there. Actually, that's kind of where everything began." Sindrel looked back over to her again with a smile. "I was a prisoner released upon Morrowind, sent by the Emperor actually. There was a bunch of political stuff behind sending me there. I fit the bill for the Nerevarine prophecy that the people of Morrowind were really into. Who knew it would have indeed turned out true…"
"Wait, you're saying YOU are the Nerevarine? Wasn't the Nerevarine supposed to be the reincarnation of Nerevar?" Vex asked. Sindrel was impressed with Vex's knowledge on old history.
"It seems you know more legends than just about that old Barenziah crown." Sindrel said, raising her cup up to salute her before another drink.
"It's profitable knowledge in our line of work." Vex replied.
"Indeed!" Sindrel laughed and called over the bartender for an ale for the both Vex and her since they'd be there for a while.
"You seem to end up in prison a lot." Vex mentioned casually. "Has your connection with the guild kept you out of the Rift's jails?"
"The connection has only helped me on a few accounts since I've gotten pretty damn good at not getting caught. I actually rarely end up arrested. It seems when I am thrown in jail, something big happens once I'm allowed out or escape. Like the whole ordeal in Morrowind with the Tribunal, Cyrodiil with the oblivion gates, and then now in Skyrim when I had to destroy Alduin. It's pretty irritating how often the gods and Daedra mess with my life." Sindrel groaned, massaging her temples. "The first few times was related to Uriel Septim. I even witness his assassination by the Mythic Dawn."
"I find this all really hard to believe." Vex said, eying her. "You're telling me you met the Emperor and witnessed the beginning of the Oblivion Crisis?"
"I promise you I was there for the whole thing." Sindrel held up her hand as if she were pledging herself.
"Next you're going to tell me you were the Champion of Cyrodiil and banished the Daedra from Nirn." The blonde smirked, thinking her companion was clearly making up stories. Sindrel gave a halfhearted smile and nodded.
"As crazy as all of this sounds, yes, that's true."
Vex just looked at her, as if trying to catch the familiar glint Sindrel often had in her eye when she jested or was attempting to tell a joke. It wasn't there, just a somber gaze back. She then in turn took a deep drink from her ale, not really knowing what to think. They sat in silence again at their table. Neither of them had noticed that the table of drunken Nords had gotten up and left the inn a while back. The whole inn was a bit too quiet for Sindrel's liking. She slowly stood up and gathered her things.
"I'm sorry, but the cover of noise has left the inn. I think if you are wanting to hear the rest, you'd have to hear it elsewhere." Sindrel told her quietly. The blonde noticed that she looked worn, as if she had aged a decade with just the look that she had on her face. She wondered silently what memories the Breton was stirring up with all the talk of her past. Her curiosity got the better of her and she followed Sindrel's lead of making her way to the door.
Vex watched as Sindrel's façade brightened considerably as they passed the seated mage who was looking to get hired. The young Imperial man noticed the Breton and flashed a charming grin before sipping his wine. The Imperial woman continued to watch his eyes as they never left Sindrel while the exited the building. Sindrel invited Vex to her little Honeyside cottage in the city if she wished to hear more. Vex accepted the invitation, though a bit hesitantly. She still wasn't sure if she could fully trust Sindrel, now knowing her being a vampire.
"You seem fond of that mage. I believe his name is Marcurio." Vex chided, albeit playfully. "Weren't you just talking about your love, Lucien?"
"Marcurio," Sindrel tested the name on her lips. She glanced over the walls of the city to see the setting sun, a blood red sunset tiptoeing over the horizon's crest. "He resembles Lucien a great deal in appearance."
Sindrel's comment left Vex silent until they got inside Honeyside. Sindrel took it upon herself to offer Vex drinks and food, telling her housecarl, Iona, not to fret. She was fond of having guests over and took it upon herself to entertain and host them personally. The sat in the living area, across from the fire, and were both watching the flames cackle before them.
"Tell me of him." Vex said.
"Well, quite a bit led up to… to us. Really, it was more of a fling the more I think back on it." Sindrel replied. A pause followed, but Sindrel figured Vex was waiting for her to continue without so much a glance at her burglar companion. So she began to recount her memories of Lucien Lachance, thinking of one night in particular.
"Go to bed already! You're driving me crazy just knowing you're sitting there, staring at me." Sindrel yelled at the dremora that sat in the corner of the sleeping quarters of the Cheydinhal Dark Brotherhood sanctuary. The daedra only shot her a wicked grin.
"I hope it keeps you up all night and day until your frail mortal husk withers and dies from exhaustion." He replied.
"Oh, you're so adorable. I see what's wrong, you're afraid of the dark! No wonder you always sit next to the fire." She teased. He sneered at her in response. Sindrel patted a small empty space next to her in the bed, giving him a wink. "If you want, you can sleep next to me so the big bad monsters won't get you, my dear."
"If I get in that bed, it would only be to strangle your pretty little neck," he growled at her.
"Oh, my darling Valkynaz, how sweet of you to say I'm pretty," she giggled, silently thankful no one else was trying to get rest in the sleeping quarters. She enjoyed taunting him and with her last comment he said nothing more and only fumed and glared at her. "Stay there if you like, it's your choice. Goodnight."
The young Breton was about to lay back down until she noticed Ocheeva walk into the sleeping quarters. The Shadowscale gave Sindrel's dremora an uneasy glance before stopping at the foot of Sindrel's bed.
"Ocheeva, you're back from your mission, how did it go?" Sindrel beamed, happy to see the Argonian before her.
"It went well, sister. I heard you completed your own contract perfectly." Ocheeva said with a toothy grin.
"Adamus Phillida won't be bothering the brotherhood any longer," Sindrel said, getting out of bed to address her guild sister. "But what brings you to me? Surely it is not to talk of contracts. I won't be ready for another one until tomorrow. I'm afraid I need my rest."
"I have no contract for you, sister. In fact, I am only here to tell you that Lucien has sent for you. He has given me this to give to you, for your eyes only as well." Ocheeva handed the sleepy woman a sealed letter. Her heart skipped a beat upon taking the letter in her hand. "It must be important if he wishes to talk with you directly. I have known Lucien for a long time and when he calls, it is never for idle chatter."
"Thank you for letting me know."
"Well, with that, I'll excuse myself. Walk always in the shadows with Sithis, dear sister," Ocheeva said, taking her leave.
Sindrel pulled open the letter, her eyes roaming over it anxiously. He wanted her to meet him at a nearby fort. Alone. Her heart did summersaults. Her family members, especially Vincent and Ocheeva, had their suspicions that Sindrel had an infatuation for their Speaker. It was hard not to see that she did indeed. Even her Valkynaz made a few sneering comments about how pathetic she was when she asked about the man. No sleep for her yet, she was now too excited to try. Gathering her things and only bothering to dress in a plain green dress, she went to leave. She asked her dremora to remain behind when he got up to follow, telling him that she had to go alone.
Sindrel found the fort and descended to its core with ease. Only a few skeletons and traps had to be dealt with. Before long, she found herself in a large room with a shadowy figure in the corner. It was the robed man she was longing to see. He turned to her, lowering his hood. His eyes met hers and he smiled his charming smile.
"Ah, my dear child, at last we meet again. I've been waiting for you. We have not spoken in some time, unfortunately. Welcome to my humble abode, my dear," Lucien said, with a wave of his arm.
"I feel most welcome, thank you, my Speaker," Sindrel said sensually, doing a mock curtsy back to him.
"Is there anything I can get for you as we discuss your next assignment? I understand you are fond of wine. Might I offer you a cup?" he asked, striding over to a table with the bottle and cups upon it.
"To be frank, I would prefer your company over any cup of wine."
The shadowy man chuckled, his voice rich and deep. It was so enjoyable to listen to.
"Unfortunately, business must come before pleasure, sweet child, otherwise I would further like to indulge in your… mood," he said, choosing his words carefully. His grin widened and he continued. "Of course, we always could after business."
Sindrel could guess what he meant by that, smiling and flashing him a flirtatious look of approval with a flutter of her lashes. She did so hunger for him. And he knew it. Having recently been turned by Vincent, she wondered what his blood tasted like. Perhaps he'd allow her a taste.
"Shall we get on to business then, dear Speaker?" she purred.
Sindrel entered the sanctuary, her heart heavy with the burden of her mission. She asked that Xelian stayed in the main hall and was thankful when he didn't ask why. These were kills she would not enjoy at all. The first she killed were M'raaj-Dar and Gogron Gro-Bolmog with the poison apples given to her by Lucien. Ocheeva and her brother, Teinaava, were next with a shot through their hearts with her conjured arrows. Another conjured arrow found the hearts of Antoinetta and Telaendril out in between the houses of the city. Sindrel nearly broke down in tears when she walked into Vincent's room. He was slumbering on his stone slab, as peaceful as death itself. Bending down, she kissed his forehead as she slipped her dagger in between his ribs, piercing his heart. She didn't want any of them to have to suffer long deaths, and was happy in the small fact that none of them did in the end.
Slipping back into Lucien's room at the fort from the trap door, she couldn't hold back her tears once she descended the ladder. She cried against the ladder until she felt a hand brush back her hood, sliding fingers into her hair. She found Lucien smiling down at her. He pulled her close into his embrace.
"Do not agonize over their deaths, they are with our dread father now," he breathed soothingly, his lips brushing up against her ear. Strong fingers traced up her spine, causing her to shiver. His other hand continued to stroke her hair, slowly moving to the nape of her neck to massage it slowly. "Your methods of killing are so precise and elegant, it's like art. I want you to know that I've enjoyed watching you. Nothing brings me more pleasure."
"I'm sorry, my Speaker, but your words bring me no comfort right now," Sindrel murmured, realizing he was pressing her against the ladder with his body. His lips had found soft of her neck under her ear.
"Perhaps my actions would do better than my words," Lucien whispered, bringing his mouth to hers with a deep sensual kiss. His tongue traveled over her lips and stroked her own. Hands swept down her back, gently urging her closer into his body.
A sigh escaped her lips when he pulled back. He could see the spark of lust ignite within her eyes again. She reached up to tangle her fingers into his long dark hair, coaxing him to continue his kisses upon her parted lips. Continue he did, slow at first. More fevered did their kisses grow as the seconds passed. Lucien's hands snaked up to the ties of the dress' lacing, undo them with ease while Sindrel's hands explored his upper body, feeling firm chest muscles under the fabric of his robes. The assassin found the edges of her dress, which now hung loosely on her, and slid the fabric down over her shoulders. The dress puddled at her feet, leaving the Breton exposed with little more than her underwear. The Imperial assassin quickly rid her hips of the last of the remaining fabric. Lucien trailed kisses to her collarbone, bring his hands to her breasts. He enticed a low moan from her when rubbed them. Sindrel could feel the heat rise between her legs and wanted more.
"This." Sindrel tugged at his robes. She growled at the fabric. "This needs to come off. Now."
"As the lady wishes," Lucien chuckled, quickly pulling it over his head. She pulled at his pants, nearly ripping them off of him. Grabbing him by the arm, she pulled him over to the bed and threw him down onto his back. "I do love a woman who knows what she wants."
"Shut up," she ordered, grabbing his manhood and stroking it methodically.
She would punish him for choosing her to be his Silencer. They did not have all die, she could have found the traitor if he had given her the chance. Now his punishment would be slow. Oh how he would suffer.
He grinned, laying back with his eyes closed, guessing at what she was up to. Not minding at all, he let her work away at him. She managed to get a few groans out of him, figuring it was time to up the ante. Coyly at first, she took his member into her mouth, minding her sharp canines. She switched back and forth from sucking to licking and a long velvety groan escaped Lucien's lips. She smiled in between several licks, raking the fingers of her free hand down his abs. She made a point to work him up several times, only to stop suddenly, teasing him with her mouth. After the third round of that, however, Lucien let out a growl and sat up. He grabbed her arms and with the swiftness and strength of an assassin, he flipped her down onto the bed, prying her legs wide open. Finding her wetness, he began to return the teasing, riling her up with his fingers, lips and tongue, only to stop right before she could climax. Soon she was cursing him, wildly thrashing about in frustration. After the third time, he let her go all the way. Sindrel cried out in bliss and he slowed his pace.
She squirmed upon the bedsheets, her wetness dripping between her legs. Lucien was about ready to make good use of it but she caught his arm and reversed the roles again with the same swiftness he had shown earlier. Now she sat on top of him, rubbing his throbbing member against her opening, teasing him again. He gripped at her thighs, massaging the inner muscles with his thumbs anxiously awaiting for her to mount him.
"How long have you wanted this?" Sindrel asked him, her voice laden with desire.
"Since I watched you slay the old man, Rufio." He replied, his voice raspy with desire. He was watching her rock forward and back, grinding against him in a way that was driving him mad with lust. She laughed lightly. It sounded like the sweetest music to him. Walking her fingers of one hand up his chest, she bent over and kissed him eagerly. He returned the kiss gladly, hungry for her lips.
With one of her hands, she guided him into her, sliding down upon him with a moan as she sat back up. He groaned and continued to watch her, mesmerized by the way her breasts bobbed up and down with her motions. She continued her swaying, riding him with a smooth rhythm. Her eyes were closed and she was absorbed in the feeling of him within her. The desire to touch her led to him sit up, embracing her, and covering her shoulders with nips and kisses. Rough hands clasped her supple breasts, rubbing lightly against the hard nubs that crowned them. He thrusted upwards to meet her, reaching deeper within her core.
Sindrel moaned uncontrollably when he began biting her neck. Her vampiric hunger stirred within her again. Unable to bear it, she brought her head down, sinking her teeth into his rippling neck muscles. He let out a growl, biting back the pain as she began to feed on him. He would allow it this one time, but he pulled her hair hard in response, eliciting a moan from her in between drinks.
"I'm sorry, but you taste so sweet," she groaned, pulling back to continue to ride him. A line of blood escaped her lips and several droplets fell upon her bosom. Lucien was enthralled by the sheen of her lips, ruby in color from his blood. He pulled her in close, devouring her full lips again with his. The blood mixed with her saliva was indeed sweet. Savoring the taste, he kissed her deeper, moving a stray hand down between her legs. Crying out, she realized he was strumming the bundle of nerves, leading to her bucking her hips more against him. He was playing her like a lute with her moans and sighs as the melody.
The more sounds that fell from her mouth, the faster he pummeled into her, continuing the work with his hand between her legs. Her moans became louder until she was nearly screaming, soon calling out his name. Pleasure erupted from her core, washing over her entire body as she came. Lucien was soon to follow suit, spilling out into her. Once they had both reached their climax, their speed finally slowed until they all together stopped. They were both beaded in sweat. Lucien fell back down upon the bed and Sindrel collapsed upon him, both of them panting and with flushed skin.
"Oh my."
Lucien chuckled at her, running his fingers into her messy tousled hair as he caught his breath. Sindrel angled her head to look up at him with a seductive smile. She noticed blood from her bite had drizzled down his chest during their lovemaking. Collecting a bit of it on her finger, she brought it up to her mouth and licked it clean.
"I wouldn't make a habit of biting me like that if I were you. I will let it go this time but the next I might have punish you for it," Lucien informed her, rubbing his eyes with the palm of one of his hands to try and ward off sleep.
"Well what if I like to be punished?"
"Then by all means, continue. I'll make the suffering far longer than I did earlier." he said with an evil grin.
"I think I just found a new habit to take on," Sindrel purred, running her own fingers through his now loose hair.
Sindrel blushed at the memory. Vex raised an eyebrow.
"So what happened after you had to do this cleansing thing?" Vex asked, causing her to snap out of the erotic vision from the past.
"Well, he comforted me and we became pretty close, you could say. That is, until he was taken from me… The traitor that had infiltrated the Brotherhood framed him for murders within the guild using me. I was devastated when I found him murdered by the guild but I got my revenge…" Sindrel stated coldly, staring deep into the fire with such intensity. Vex shivered at the word revenge. She could only imagine how she tore apart the traitor with the ferocity of a feral animal.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Vex broke the silence, allowing sympathy to seep into her usually callous tone.
"What has happened has happened. There is no changing it," Sindrel sighed with a shrug. "We were close but we weren't in love. He also wasn't the only man in my life. I've had a few more throughout the years."
"What happened afterwards? Is that sanctuary still in that city?"
"Well, afterwards, since the Listener was killed, I took his place, handling most of the contracts from then on through the Night Mother." Sindrel told her. "The sanctuary continued on throughout the years too, until recently actually. It's since been destroyed."
"You were the Listener? You have got to be joking…." Vex gaped. Sindrel shook her head with a soft smile. Vex furrowed her brows. "You're not… still in the Brotherhood, are you?"
Sindrel's smile only widened but she said nothing. Vex went quiet again, still staring at the red haired woman in amazement. She needed to know more.
Author's Notes:
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