A/N Hello! This is just a series of smut and sexy times between this one hot chick, and like, every male in Skyrim. Not really. Just the hot ones. Haha! But please enjoy these oneshots between a half-goddess Dragonborn, and all your favorite Skyrim sexies! It seems this demigod will inherit the fairytale that is her story... perhaps, more of a fairytale than we realize... WARNING. SMUT, SEXY TIMES, STRONG LANGUAGE. YOU GET THE POINT. HAVE FUN!

The Master Thief

With a snarl and a cry of anger, the huntress shoved the last remaining bandit off of her dragon bone blade. Pale blonde hair whipped furiously back and forth as bright purple eyes framed by heavy black lashes shone in fury. She was already irritable enough travelling down the road to Riften in the eye of a thunderstorm.

There wasn't an inn for miles and Shadowmere was already weary with the ten day journey. To make matters worse, a group of bandits had ambushed the woman and her daedric horse. They were pathetic opponents and she had killed them all with significant ease. Sheathing the most powerful weapon in Skyrim back into her belt, the rose with iron thorns walked back to her pitch black mare with glowing ruby eyes.

"Unscathed, as usual, my Shadowmere…" the golden-haired goddess crooned to her most trusted friend. The horse nickered affectionately and pressed her large muzzle against her mistress's s smooth, white skin.

Mounting her steed once more, the girl nudged the horse into a canter as they continued their trek, frustrations a little eased after the battle.

The warrior couldn't help but smile as her irritated mood lifted a little as the ride finally took it's toll.

Her name was Briar Rose, the rose with the iron thorns. But all throughout Skyrim, she was known by many names. To the Companions, she was Harbinger. To the Thieves Guild, she was Guildmaster. To the mages at the College of Winterhold, she was Arch-Mage. To the Dark Brotherhood, she was the Listener. To the Stormcloak military, she was Stormblade. To all nine Holds of Skyrim, she was Thane. But most importantly, to Tamriel, and to all inhabitants of Nirn, she was Dragonborn.

The names that Rose had acquired throughout her journeys across the world were either feared or loved. Her travels had taken her from Cyrodiil to Morrowind, from the Summerset Isles to Valenwood and back again. All the while spreading the influences of her legitimate mother, the goddess Kynareth. It was another name that very few mortals were aware of. Briar Rose was the demigod daughter of Kynareth, the goddess of nature and the sky. Rose's unnatural abilities and power were directly derived from her mother, while at the same time, she learned all of her earthly lessons from her Nord father.

Rose grew up in a wealthy estate, her father a noble owner of many properties in a small country burrowed between Cyrodiil and Skyrim called Obadiah. Rose was taught well, having the best of the best within the household to teach her the most secret and deadliest of tricks; in combat, in magic, in alchemy, in horseback, in smithing, and in stealth. But Rose cherished the days where her handsome Nord father would teach her the art of the Thu'um, the dragon language. She gave him all the credit for teaching her the legends and the myths that Nords held sacred to their traditions.

But before Rose's nineteenth birthday, her father grew deathly ill. There was no potion or spell that could cure him, and he bequeathed his possessions to Rose, to do with what she wished. The young woman, eager to travel and explore, sold the estate and saddled up her horse, a large chestnut red clysdale named Epona. She had kept all of her wealth and a few precious possessions, but had barely crossed the border into Skyrim, when she was thrown into a fight between the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloak rebels. Some of her childhood friends had enlisted in either side as both had come through Obadiah in search of capable warriors.

Scared for her precious horse, Rose had sent the horse away, in order to prevent her from getting killed. She had kept her steel sword and managed to fight off Imperials who thought her a rebel, even in her common clothes. But before one of the soldiers could take her for his own, a Stormcloak by the name of Ralof had saved her. Unfortunately, all of the Stormcloaks present, including their leader, Ulfric, were thrown into carts headed for Helgen for execution. Rose had been among them. But before they could decapitate that pretty little head from her body, the black dragon of legend, Alduin, had attacked.

And so began the adventures of Briar Rose, the daughter of Kynareth.

The ride to Riften seemed to fly quicker than Rose expected as the familiar lake and gates of the city came into view. Shadowmere whinnied excitedly, and Rose patted her firmly on the shoulder. Arriving at the stables, a stable boy eagerly helped his Thane down from her mare and took the horse into the barn to clean her up. The guards respectfully allowed Rose into the city as she let her hood down from her head, revealing who she was. She strolled through the marketplace to trade some items and socialize a bit before making her way to her Riften house, Honeyside. Placing her things inside her home and greeting her housecarl, Iona, Rose redressed from her travelling breeches and tunic into a delicately crafted purple dress. The dress was strapless, but long and wavy, it clung gorgeously to her upper torso but glided into falls of silk below her hips. It was a gift from the Jarl to attend the ball that was to be held at Mistveil Keep later that evening.

Rose usually disliked such occasions, but she had spent enough time out travelling and fighting that a social event seemed almost exciting. Fixing her long light blonde hair into delicate curls that flowed down her shoulders and back like a golden waterfall, she almost enjoyed primping herself up for the evening. After cosmetics and some finishing touches, Rose couldn't help but twirl about her bedroom, enjoying the sight of her beautiful gown lifting in the air as she spun about. It would no doubt be a breathtaking sight on the dance floor. Usually, Rose wouldn't have cared what she looked like. But tonight, was different. She knew someone would be there… someone she was particularly eager to see. Sure, she could have just gone down to the Ratway and taken him for herself, but she wanted him impatient and bothered. He wouldn't be able to contain himself when he would see her… Thinking of him only reminded Rose how uncomfortably hungry she was… not for nutrition, for love… By Sithis, she hadn't been nourished for nearly a month. The effects were starting to take a toll on her.

"My Thane, you are absolutely stunning!" Iona exclaimed as Rose modeled for her. "The color matches your eyes. It's no wonder you are the most wanted woman in Skyrim!"

With the cloak about her to conceal her gown and hood up to cover her face, Rose walked through the marketplace towards the Keep. She handed the guard her invitation and walked inside.

It was a simple party, with soft music and light feasting. Familiar faces were everywhere as they socialized and spoke to one another. When a maid asked for Rose's cloak, the maid stared in awe as Rose removed her hood and the rest of the cloak, the beauty of the demigod shining like the room had been lit afire. All attentions were focused immediately on the pale blonde beauty with the lavender eyes and matching dress. Rose just smiled softly and went about the festivities, inwardly reveling in the desired attentions.

She was showered with compliments and asked to dance by almost every man in the room. Almost, every one. The key reason of her attendance was yet to be seen. She glanced around impatiently as the sight of her suave second in command of the Thieves Guild was nowhere to be found. After exiting the dance floor to find a drink, she slowly sipped down her wine as she watched her fellow nobles dance and drink. When suddenly, out of nowhere, she saw of flash of red hair and a sparkle of green eyes from across the room, and a smirk so mischievous it made the Guildmaster squirm. She kept a pokerface composure and a calm countenance even though the beastblood inside of her boiled in rage.

Setting down her wine, she gracefully strode out towards the dance floor, not breaking eye contact with him as she stopped in the middle of the dancing, and began to dance by herself, gracefully moving her body in motions that she learned from harem girls in Valenwood, holding her skirts like the drapes they wore. She lost all awareness as she gave into the music and just danced. She didn't even notice that everyone had stopped to watch, and even a few minutes in, that her desired companion had stepped in and joined her in the dance. She didn't break concentration even as she felt his hands around her waist, lifting her to the ceiling and twirling her across the floor. They could have been dancing for seconds, or for many lightless days, but their dance soon, ended, with Rose leaning backwards in her trusted sidekick's arm, his strength holding her as he dipped her close to the floor. She couldn't even hear the immense applause that had broken out as she stared into the emerald irises of the Guild's beta. Their heavy breathing continued even as they retreated outside into the cool air to escape the dense warmth of the keep.

Arms contracted around each other and embraced almost savagely. The red haired thief buried his lips into the crook of the woman's neck, kissing it lovingly but needily. Rose moaned aloud and tangled her fingers into his soft fiery locks.

"Always fashionably late, Brynjolf…" Rose whispered into his ear. Brynjolf chuckled and brought his face back up to meet hers.

"It takes time to look this good, lass…" Bryn whispered back, his face so close, his facial hair tickled Briar Rose's freckled cheeks. She swooned at his accent and his beauty. Brynjolf had everything a woman wanted, so it really was no wonder that he was the most desired man in the Rift. But the iron-thorned rose wasn't about to let him have what he wanted so easily. He needed to be tested before he could get what he so desperately wished.

"Hold up there, speedy…" she whispered sensually as her index finger stopped his mouth from colliding with hers. Brynjolf cocked an eyebrow as she grinned wickedly.

"This time won't be so easy. If you want me, you'll need to pass a few tests first." Said Rose, backing slightly away from her hot and bothered lover.

Brynjolf huffed irritably and folded his strong arms across his broad chest. "What kind of tests, lass?"

Rose just smirked again and waved her finger towards her as she turned around and walked down the steps of the keep. Brynjolf just huffed again and followed his teasing temptress. She had definitely become bolder since they had last been together. It had been too long and the red headed Nord was eager to bend the woman over something and fuck her senseless. But there was something about her teasing that aroused him and made him curious as to what she had in store. The beauty couldn't disappoint even if she wanted to.

They reached the gates of Riften, and pushed through. It was well deep into the night and most of the civilians had gone to bed, minus the guard standing at his post at the gate. Rose began to jog towards the stables, lifting her skirts as she did so. Brynjolf followed her closely, but stood, a little confused as she swiftly mounted her daedric steed.

"If you can steal a horse, and meet me at Shor's Stone, you will receive a reward. You can't be caught, and you must be swift. Don't keep me waiting, Bryn." And with that, she was gone, galloping into the night faster than the wind. Dumbstruck, but eager, Brynjolf put his game face on, lowering into his sneak form and headed towards one of the unsaddled horses. Greeting it softly, he managed to slip onto it's back and ride it away without rousing the attention of the guard or the stablehands. Easy enough.

Even though the bareback riding was uncomfortable, the steed managed to get Bryn to Shor's Stone in little less than ten minutes. He searched the tiny foundation for the blonde beauty, and found her dancing in a field nearby, still in that dress. When he approached, she lit up and walked to him and his stolen horse. He dismounted, and patted the horse on the shoulder.

"Did I tell you that dress matches your eyes?" he asked sensually. Rose laughed and placed her hands on either sides of his face.

"I've heard. Now, your reward for this task. You are allowed to kiss me, no more than that. Understood?" she said firmly, glances of her natural leadership coming into play.

Bryn needed no further permission as he crashed his lips to hers, violently shoving his tongue into her mouth to fight her authority. Rose kissed back just as eagerly, cradling his face as his calloused fingers ran through her hair.

Before his hands could make it to her hips, she pulled away suddenly. Brynjolf growled, and she laughed. "Time for your second test. If you pass, you will be allowed to touch me. No more. If you can catch me before we make it back to Riften, you'll pass." Rose said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Lass, I think you're a little overdressed for such a task…" Bryn chuckled, motioning to her dress.

Rose just rolled her eyes and with one quick movement, she tore the skirt portion of her dress off straight from the hem, leaving her legs bare to the upper thigh. Brynjolf groaned at the sight, but couldn't help but be disappointed. He liked that dress. While he was distracted by her sudden strip, Rose took off, running back towards Riften swifter than a falcon. Bryn took off after her, enjoying the sight of her ass as she ran. He was too busy contemplating how badly he was going to fuck her to notice how close they already were to the city. He kicked himself into gear, using his developed thieving escapade skills to run even faster. They were so close to the stables, before he managed to get close enough to seize her from behind and swing her about. She laughed and let him impatiently touch her everywhere, from her clothed breasts, down her stomach, and up her skirt to touch her wettened smallclothes.

To frustrate him even further, Rose stopped his wandering hands and bit his bottom lip in scolding. "Everywhere but there, sneak thief." She hissed, placing his hands on her covered chest. He didn't complain as he began to knead the silk concealed mounds. The bump in his breeches only grew thicker as he elicited a very erotic and genuine moan from her. He knew she liked her breasts touched. It seemed that this woman could feel and sense what most people couldn't, which was mostly why he liked to be intimate with her. Ever since he had taken her for the first time after they had killed Mercer, he hadn't been able to sleep with any other woman and enjoy it, because it just wasn't… her. But he was not about to let this goddess of a Nord slip through his fingers once more.

Snatching her up from under her legs, he carried her away from the stables and towards the forest. Rose just laughed as she sensed his desperation growing. But she wasn't done playing her little game yet. When they were far enough away from the Riften city, Brynjolf didn't hesitate to crash his beauty up against the nearest tree and kiss her vigorously. He needed her, plain and simple. He needed her now.

Pulling her mouth away from his, and covering his needy mouth with her hand, she held herself against him, legs wrapped around his waist. Brynjolf almost whined in desperation. But Rose just smiled softly and shushed him, pushing her wet groin against his enlarged one.

"Your final task," she huffed, panting from the heat and lack of breath from the kisses. Bryn growled in challenge, trying to force himself even closer against her.

"Make me come."

That did it. With a territorial growl of pure desire, he shred the remainder of her dress off of her, and proceeded to do the same with his own clothes. When they were both bare as the day they were born, they proceeded to tackle one another to the ground, wrestling for dominance as their bare bodies rejoiced at their reunion. Ultimately, it was Brynjolf who took the top, his goal to make her cry out to the sky driving him beyond the borders of insanity.

He melded his mouth to one of her hardened pink tits, sucking so hard, Rose was positive a bruise would form there. With his hot breath and wandering hands crawling all over her, she couldn't help but squirm and writhe in pleasure as she tangled her long pale fingers into his fiery red locks. While his left hand kneaded her left breast, his right hand proceeded to prod at her glorious entrance. He impatiently slid his middle and index fingers within her, while his thumb rubbed the core of nerves at her base. Rose cried out in ecstasy, his expert hands so wonderfully skilled. She had given him his final task and he was determined to complete it. Switching breasts, he grew more aggressive with his fingering, his digits drenched with her love fluids. He could sense her edge, her cries growing more and more uneven. He was driving her crazy, and she burned for him to be inside her. But his reward was close now, as he slid in the remainder of his fingers, minus his thumb, into the goddess.

"Brynjolf!" cried Rose as her orgasm washed over, the juices leaking over his hand as he pulled it out of her. Chuckling, he watched in admiration as she lay there, her breasts heaving as she rode out her climax. But she rebounded quickly as she surprise attacked him onto his back, her head in between his legs, his big and impressive mass already stiff and hardened for the taking.

"You passed your final test, love," crooned Rose as her long pale hair fell over the sides of her shoulders, tickling his inner thighs. "I am your reward."

Before Brynjolf could even process what she had said, his words were interrupted by an ecstatic moan as Briar Rose dived in to take his girth into the warmth of her mouth. Moving her head up and down him, she groaned into him, causing pleasurable vibrations to course through his groin. All Brynjolf could do was lie back and enjoy it, feeling himself grow even thicker inside of her. That didn't stop her as she continued to please him, stopping at the tip to suck on his head, while squeezing his prostate and base with her nimble fingers. His groans became screams as she kept breaching him so well. All of her challenges before had been worth the reward she was giving him.

But he felt that familiar ache in his balls, begging to release. He kept holding on to keep the blonde going, but she sent him over the edge after squeezing a particular sweet spot at the back of his sac, and with a fearless cry of release, he spilt his thick white fluids into her mouth and down her throat.

Rose drank up his gravy like a bottle of Sovngarde mead, fueling her power and satisfying a portion of her hunger. But she wasn't full just yet. She hadn't been fed for a good four months, which nearly starved her and had most of her powers drained. She was just so busy she had no time to satisfy herself. But then she had been called to Riften for Jarl Laila's ball, and she knew exactly who would save her from starvation.

Rose hardly had time to enjoy Bryn's salty, crispy taste before he crashed onto her again, his engorged cock prodding her soaked opening. As the lust-driven thief gazed down at his blonde lover, his drive only grew stronger as she practically glowed, smirking at him with perfect white teeth.

"It seems you've done it," she panted, trying to recover the breath she had lost during his reward. "You've completed your challenges. You are the Master Thief."

"I'm the best at what I do, lass," smirked the redhead, positioning himself over her.

"Then take what finally belongs to you, and show me that you're the best at… this!" cried the demigod as she seized his length and shoved it inside of her. They both could not retain an exclaim of pleasure as their bodies collided. He was huge, and filled her in all the right ways, clenching tight enough to him to make him moan. He slowly began to move, pushing in and out of her at a steady pace, growing more and more until the thrusts were quick and short, drawing fast and uneven moans from both Nords.

To give him easier access, Rose spread her legs as far as she could, Brynjolf placing his hands on either sides of her as he thrust into her, the access more open with her legs spread. Rose would occasionally rise with him in time to meet his thrusts, which drove his dick into the back of her womb. But they felt their climaxes draw closer, and Brynjolf fell onto her, crushing his lips to hers in a violent kiss as he thrust as hard as he could into her. When they broke to breathe, he moved to her neck, leaving marks of his teeth in red spots all over her skin.

"Brynjolf… I love you…" whispered Rose in the depths of ecstasy, clinging the beautiful thief to her chest, caressing him lovingly as his thrusts slowed ever so slightly.

"I love you, lass…" he whispered back, his gorgeous accent pushing her over the edge as she came, clenching her walls around his cock like a vice. He cried out in response to her climax, falling over the edge after her as he spilt himself into her, his weight falling against her as panted exhaustedly in her ear. He softened a little while still in her, her legs wrapping around his own. They lay there for a while in the afterglow of their lovemaking, both thoroughly fucked.

Once Brynjolf found the strength, he removed himself from her reluctantly; pulled on whatever clothes he had left, and sheathed her in the longest shred of her gown. Picking her up bridal style, he carried the beauty back to Riften, knowing the secret passage into Honeyside through the lake. Once they reached her bed, they settled into the warm, welcoming sheets, holding one another closely. They talked for a while before they both fell into a deep slumber, content with what had happened in the beautiful forests of the Rift.

The next morning, the couple awoke to a quiet Sundas morning, a warm sun shining through the window. Briar Rose was already awake, tracing shapes on Brynjolf's muscular, hardened back. He groggily awoke to a sensationally beautiful woman in bed with him, and he couldn't help but smile as she sung at his awakening. They kissed for a while before the thief's stomach groaned in hunger.

"Wow… I really haven't eaten for a while," he chuckled, sitting up in the bed, rubbing his emerald green eyes.

"Allow me." Said the woman with a laugh, getting up from the bed, still naked. Brynjolf admired the sight of her perfect arse walking to the kitchen, throwing different ingredients together until an appetizing scent drove him out of the bed to join her.

They ate breakfast together, both still nude and perfectly comfortable with it. They delayed the inevitable until the tasks of the day demanded their attentions. The blonde kissed the redhead goodbye as he cradled her face gently, both of them dressed again and nearly teary with the need to say goodbye for gods knew how long.

"Come back to me, lass. You hear me?" asked Brynjolf, hugging the woman close to him. All Briar Rose could do was look into his eyes and smile that perfect smile, nodding her head and fluttering those thick black lashes that framed those angelic lavender irises.

"Never forget, master thief. I will return to you."