Sexual Themes, prudes beware.
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The bed was warm, the sheets were silk, rays of sunlight filtered gently through the massive windows that covered one wall. The room was tastefully decorated, undoubtedly the work of a professional designer, but you could still see hints of the personality of the owner. A personal portrait that was just a little too over exaggerated, a sword and shield hanging from the wall far too over-embellished to be practical, a distinct lack of anything related to the owner's wife. Then again, I mused, he certainly did have something to compensate for. It all seemed to match quite well with my take on the man resting next to me, his head on my bare breasts.
He had a strange obsession with my breasts, even more so than most men. He'd spent half the evening sucking on them. It was erotic at first, but after twenty continuous minutes, it just became strange. Some kind of maternal obsession, perhaps, I could have sworn, during one of his climaxes, he'd screamed out 'mommy.'
I grimaced, that was one particular path of the mind that even I didn't wish to tread.
A knock came at the door, I'd insisted on an early wake up call. I had far more important things to do than lay with this man all morning, he'd served his purpose after all.
The man sat up and yelled groggily, "Leave us be you witless bitch, or I'll have your back whipped bloody."
"Now, now, my dear," I said soothingly. "She is only doing as I asked of her."
He turned back to me, his visage shifting from fury to lechery as he ran his eyes over my naked form. "Of course my lovely bell," he cupped one of my breasts, "what do you say, shall I ring you again, you make such a delightful melody." He grinned at his witless witticism.
I had to hold back from rolling my eyes as if I hadn't heard that line thousands of times before, and it hadn't been that clever the first time. I did a few quick calculations in my head, my morning salon wasn't for another hour, it would take a half hour to get to the temple, fifteen if traffic was light, ten minutes to make my morning prayers, and then fifteen to reach the villa. If I bathed and changed at the temple, I'd arrive just in time to be fashionably late.
I seductively looked him over once more. He'd take, at most, five minutes, and his favor could come in handy later. "Of course, anything for you my lord," I licked my lips, slowly running the tip of my tongue over the edges, all part of my standard routine.
I allowed him to mount me, making sure to let out an earthshattering cry and spasm slightly when he appeared ready to finish. I might as well be merciful and let him believe that he was at least successful twice. I was overoptimistic in my estimates, he rolled off of me, spent, after only two minutes. Normally disappointing, but at the moment, quite fortunate.
As I slipped off of his bed, he gave me a hard smack to the ass and a lecherous grin. "Enjoy your party my sweet bell, but we must have a repeat performance sooner rather than later"
If my father had seen that, he would torture this man to death. If he had done the same to my elder sister, she would have chopped his heads off, both of them. If he laid a hand on my baby sister, he would know a new kind of hell, that would be ensured by me if no one else. Me on the other hand…
I gave him a saucy little grin, well-practiced and perfected over time, and replied, "Of course my Count." Then I walked out of the room, making sure my gait had the appropriate sway to give him a bit of a show.
I dressed with the aid of a quivering young maid, though I didn't need the help. Still, it always paid to keep friendly with the servants, hence why I slipped her a beyond-above-average tip of ten septims.
My coach was waiting for me when I stepped from the gate of the Count's estate. My loyal coachman, or woman in this case, Cassiopeia held the door for me. "Have a good evening ma'am?"
"Fine enough Cassie, let us make haste." I stepped into the carriage and the Breton closed the door behind me, a moment later, we were off.
"So how was the Count?" Cassie spoke again, her voice coming from inside my own head. It didn't even surprise me anymore, between her and my baby sister, clairvoyant conversations were old hat to me at this point. Still, it was always good to have a loyal mage around.
"His performance was beyond sub-par, but I will give him credit for his capacity. He managed to finish a total of seven times, though not once did he manage to bring me to climax," I thought back. "I didn't even commemorate it to the Goddess."
Cassie was silent, she knew that not devoting an encounter to Dibella was the worst critique I could give of a bedmate. "Was he truly that terrible?"
I shook my head, "selfish, lazy, strange habits stemming from clearly unresolved issues with his mother, and entirely unreceptive to any form of guidance. Not to mention a distinct lack of, shall we say, restraint. By my count, the longest he lasted was ten minutes."
Cassie's laugh echoed in my mind, she was a touch cruel in regards to men. Not surprising given her past. "But I'm sure you made much use out of the time in between."
I had to laugh at that, "True, though his performance was abysmal, the conversation was most excellent. He spent the interludes attempting to cover his inadequacy with some very choice selections of information. If for nothing else, he is good for that."
Yes, I'd used the man. I would probably continue to use the man, just as I used many others. I'm certain that some would call me a slut, even more would call me a whore. But my father had built the most elite unit in the Imperial Legion by making use of the best skills that he and his troops were given. This was the best skill that I had been blessed with, and I made full use of it.
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Okay guys, I'm bouncing again, as I write this, I already feel the tug of another story brewing in my mind for Ghost Recon Wildlands. This is another part of the Skyrim story I'm working on, kind of a prequel to the main story. For another prequel to that, check out the Story I put out for christmas, Blessed Star, that deals with the actual future dragonborn.
So tell me what you think, I'll have more for this one soon.
