This is my first FanFic. I attempted to be as Lore friendly as possible, if I was not I apologize. This has MATURE content (e.g., SEX), FYI. Please review and give constructive feedback, and tell me if you like it. I'm not sure exactly where this story may go, but I have an inkling of an idea. If you like it, we experience the story together. Also, I do not intend to develop Ayrenn in an entirely different way than in the game, but I will hopefully be able to put her in new situations that will develop her in new ways - i.e., hopefully not contradictory ways.
Disclaimer: I do not own or possess the rights to Elder Scrolls Online or any affiliates.
A Dangerous Affair
A cold breeze filled the valley. Trees cracked and creaked as the wind played with their branches. Masser hung in the night sky, delivering partial light to the land below. A dirt path, littered with pebbles and leaves, winded through the trees. The gallop of two pure bread Cyrodiilian stallions echoed through the mute evening scene. Dust erupted from the trail filling the air.
"Which way?!" shouted a catlike creature mounted on the back of the rear-stallion. "Right at the next hill," answered the pointy eared lady steering the other steed. "This one is impressed with her ability to distinguish between these many hills!" esteemed the khajiit. "This one!" warned the elf. She heaved the reins over her right knee, causing the horse to turn suddenly. Leaning right, she clung to the steed with her legs pressing them toward one another. Weaving his mare to the left and then right to avoid trees, ducking branches, leaping stones and downed trunks, the khajiit struggled to keep pace with the elf. There were no hesitations in her movements. It was as if the horse and elf were one being.
The khajiit quickly tugged his reins. The beast's hind legs shot forward to brace its halt. A towering rock face stood peering down at the travelers. A narrow path snaked to the top of the plateau. The elf guided her mount next to that of the khajiit and then descended from her stallion, "take the horses and go north. You should find a small cave. Wait for me there," the elf advised. "Are you sure that I should accompany you?" the khajiit questioned. "Raz, I am a grown woman. I can handle myself. I'll see you in a few hours . . . at the cave. Now go," the elf spoke assuredly. "Yes, Ayrenn. But if you do not return by first light, this one will come looking," Raz warned. Ayrenn ignored Raz and began ascending the cliff.
Though she no longer rode a Cyrodiilian pure bread, she moved with equal elegance and swiftness. The path narrowed to less than a shoulder, however her quickness went unfazed. The ground below her left foot collapsed, rolling down the rock face out of sight. It felt as though she stepped into a river hoping to find solid footing. She clutched a protruding stone to regain her balance and then continued on the path even faster than before.
The elf emerged onto a blissful plain. The moonlight was glistening off the crystal water in a plateau pond. A gentle breeze rocked the treetops, while the birds sang a beautiful melody. Ayrenn did not stop to appreciate the scenery, instead she sped on towards a small cottage resting next to a dock near the pond. Her steps slowed once they reached the oaken planks of the cottage's porch. The elf crept slowly to the door, avoiding the windows. Golden and silver rings adorned her hand as it approached the brass nob. The gold and silver clinked on the brass as she gripped the nob. Pins and springs creaked as the pale elven hand turned stained brass handle. Iron squealed as the hinges swung the door open and shut.
Ayrenn scanned the room for signs of life. A lit candle clothed in a bronze holder sat in the center of the room. It formed a dim circle of light, battling the darkness hiding in the corners of the cottage. "Hello," a voice emerged from the blackness. "I thought I may have beat you here," Ayrenn quipped. "I am rarely bested in battle of speed," the voice rebutted. "You must have poor competition," the elf remarked. "Perhaps, but we're not here for that. Are we?" the voice asserted. "No . . . we're not. Do have them?" Ayrenn queried. "I do," the voice assured.
Then a figure emerged from the darkness. A hood covered his head and a mask hid his face. He wore a black wool cloak that hung to his ankles. Leather gloves protected his hands. He dropped a brown satchel on the table, "everything you'll need to counter the Pact's advance in the east." Ayrenn glanced at the satchel, then wandered back to the man's hazel eyes. "That will help the Dominion," Ayrenn guaranteed. "It will," the mysterious figure agreed. "Still not why I'm here," the elf admitted. "I know," the figure confessed, "what did you tell Raz?" "I told him I was coming to meet a Pact informant and that I needed to come alone, so we didn't spook the informant," Ayrenn explained.
Both laughed. "It's been a while, Fin. I've missed you." Fin smiled as he removed his hood, mask, and cloak, revealing bright sliver plated armor. His pointy ears were surrounded by long golden hair. Light brown stubble sheltered his defined jaw. Ayrenn removed her cloak as well, causing her blond hair to fall to her collar. Fin gazed into her eyes, then his gaze wandered to her neck, then chest, then her stomach, and all the way to her feet then back to her eyes. "It's not nice to stare," Ayrenn smirked devilishly. "Apologies, my queen," Fin teased while bowing. Ayrenn rolled her eyes.
Fin eased closer to Ayrenn. He held back of her head as their lips gently met. With his other hand grabbed her hip and pulled her body against his. His hand wandered up to the first leather strap of her elven breastplate, unlatching the strap on the way to the next. The gold and silver plated steel cuirass clanked against the wooden planks. Both of his hands then drifted down to the back of her legs. He suddenly lifted her above his waist, she reacted by locking her legs around his back. Her fingers folded around the back of his head, trapped in his golden mane. His lips left hers, falling first to her chin and then to her neck. "Finnn, uhh," she moaned.
She released him from her legs and quickly unstrapped his cuirass and pulled his shirt over his head. "Whoa. What's the rush?" Fin grinned. "No questions. Shhh," Ayrenn whispered seductively. Hands slid around the back of his waist, as she knelt to untie his pants, which then fell to floor. She stood to her feet and kissed him. He pushed her back, pulling her shirt and pants off and picking her up onto the table. Positioning himself between her legs, she felt him begin to penetrate her. Ayrenn clawed at his back, causing red streaks to appear. At the same time she leaned forward and pulled his head to her's until their lips meet. Screams bounced off the foggy windows of the cottage. Moans slipped through the cracks of the small abode and echo into the plateau.
Rustling leaves disturbed Raz's meditation. The wind stood still, hushing the restless forest, but again scurried leaves made him alert. Raz continued sitting peacefully as a ruse, while scrutinizing the forest. No suspecting prowlers appeared spying, only the soaring maples and black tupelos peered down on Raz through the sleepy forest. Perhaps he was too paranoid, he thought. Few people knew they had left the keep in Skywatch, much less where they had gone. Not to mention they were still in Dominion territory. "The Queen is safe, no one is hiding, and all is well," Raz assured himself. He was merely overreacting . . . whoosh.
Tink. A whizzing arrow interrupted his calming reflection, as it ricocheted off the cave wall behind him. Frantically searching the darkness for the source of the projectile, he saw nothing. "Dammit!" He glanced to the shattered arrow, noticing that it had a note attached to the shaft. Slowly and carefully he stepped to the cave wall, picking up the maple shaft and removing the weathered parchment. Only two words blemished the papyri: We know. "We know?" he pondered, "we know what?" Suddenly he froze, "The Queen!"
Fear filled his stomach, an anchor weighed on his heart, and he sprinted. His steps were fast as wind and firm as stone. In only minutes he surfaced on the Plateau, but it felt as though an eternity had passed. As he gazed upon the small house, his heart exploded from his chest and his lungs collapsed and expanded in a fit of rage. He no longer dashed forward. Every step became heavier, until he felt as though he carried the entire Dominion on his back. "What if she's dead?" he feared, "what do I do?" He chastised himself internally, "I should never agreed to this! We should have brought the royal guard, or at least sent someone else. Dammit!"
Fin slid in and out of her. She gripped his arms, feeling his flexed triceps. Her legs wrapped around him, locking with her feet on his lower back. Sweat rolled down his chest to his abdomen losing itself on the way. Clutching her hips, he pulled to him and pushed her away repeatedly. Adjusting her hands to the edge of the table, toes curling and stretching behind his back, arching her back as if to force him deeper inside her, she began moaning veraciously and screaming his name, "Finwe!" Pleased with his performance he gave a tired smile, slowing his thrust and continuing her orgasm.
Looking up at him with hungry eyes and unlocking her ankles, she pushed him back. From the table she shoved him away from her, so she could stand. After forcing him to the floor, a grizzly fur pelt tickled the skin on his back. She grabbed his shaft as if to claim it for herself, guiding the tip while she lowered herself onto him. As his dick slipped into her, she felt the throbbing shaft warming the insider of her body. Letting a slight whimper escape, she began rock back and forth. He propped himself up and she leaned down, their lips clasping together. Feeling her hands on the sides of his face, he supported himself with one arm. Using the other arm to permit his hand to explore the soft, damp skin on her back.
Losing control of her reason, she whispered into his ear, her breath caressing the side of his face, "Finwe, cum inside of me." Panting for air, he protested, "that's not a good idea." "We're not doing this because it's a good idea. And that was not a request, your Queen commands you," she refuted, feigning seriousness. Allowing desire to defeat reason, he replied smugly, "if that is what my Queen desires." Changing tone, her lips straightened, her eyes sharpened, as she looked seductively into his eyes, "it is." No longer just moving forward and back, her hips began making circles. Breathy grunts escaped from his mouth. Piercing moans ran between her lips. "I'm close," he whimpered. Excited by his words, she bit her lip. Moaning as she moved her hips to satisfy her insatiable hunger. The skin of her thighs paced back and forth on his sides, exchanging moisture. On verge of climax, a voice came from the doorway.