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With one hand on the pommel of his dagger, and the other clutching a bottle of mead, Delvin Mallory whistled as he strolled away from the city of Riften. He had spent the first half of the night with his other Guild members, celebrating the Guild's newfound luck; however, he had had his fill of jubilation. Sucking in fresh air to clear his head, he headed toward Lake Honrich.

His path took him past some commoners, who were singing merrily with ruddy cheeks, bottles of ale clutched in their palms. Delvin reveled with them a moment, mimicking their slurred verses and raucous laughter. It was easy to pocket their meager amount of coin before continuing on his way, though in the clarity of retrospect, he wasn't sure why he had bothered.

The mead had dulled but not eliminated his original mood. For many months, Delvin had been plagued with a constant feeling of unrest, as if he had forgotten something important. He could feel it seeping back through the drunken haze as he gazed out on the shimmering lake, settling himself beneath a pine tree. He took another swig and sighed.

He was content to listen to the crickets and distant singing, his head dizzy and maw warm, until he heard faint laughter and water splashing nearby. Curious, he opened his eyes. The sounds seemed to be coming from around a pine thicket. He got to his feet, crouched, and investigated.

As he got closer, the laughter's faint trill and melodic undertones played upon his ears—it belonged to a woman. Adrenaline coursed suddenly through his veins—would the Guild's luck extend to him tonight?

Carefully, he rounded the thicket, and his breath caught in his chest. The woman was none other than Vex, sweet Vex. Her armor lay discarded at the bank, and her shapely body was for all to see, pale in the moonlight.

Delvin licked his lips and grinned.

The patterns the water made were beautiful. Unearthly. No word could seem to describe them perfectly. At least no words that Vex could think. They shimmered, they twisted. Vex couldn't stand it—she neededto become a part of the water.

Wait… she thought dumbly to herself, as she put one boot into the water, Must remove my armor first.

She set her bottle of imported rum down carefully, and began to disrobe. The knot between her shoulder blades seemed to loosen considerably. She felt lighter than she had in months, no, years. She raised her toned arms to the sky and laughed freely. That dark place was nowhere to be found in this moment.

She looked down at herself for what seemed to be the first time in ages. Her breasts weren't large, as the Nords liked them, but they were firm, perky. Her nipples were soft to the touch, and very sensitive.

Yes, very sensitive. She rolled the rosy buds between her fingers, and a wave of pleasure seeped through her, from her core to her scalp. She gasped, her mouth gaping. She had not indulged herself for quite some time, and she found that now, quite drunk, she neededit.

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Delvin could feel his member twitching and hardening in his pants as he watched the woman of many his fantasies caress her soft body. He could restrain himself no longer. He stealthily stashed her leather jerkin and boots while she wasn't looking, and emerged from the shadows.

"Mind if I join you, love?" he asked confidently.

Vex spun and almost fell. A blush rose to her cheeks, and she splayed her palms over her body, trying in vain to cover herself.

"You! Scum! W-watching me!" she cried with difficulty as she stumbled out of the water, noisy splashes crashing against her legs. "Where're my armor?!"

"I think you've been drinking too much, lass," Delvin drawled. He picked up her bottle of rum, twisted off the cap, sniffed the contents of the bottle, and choked, "No wonder. Do you always drink this strong?"

"Mind your own! Where's my armor?" she continued to fuss as she reached for the rum, but missed. Delvin grabbed her wrist. She scowled and attempted to cover herself with her other hand.

"No need to be coy. Like I've always said, you've got a wonderful look to you. Especially when you're havin' a go at cherself," He took a swig of her rum, and coughed a bit.

"Gimme that!" she bellowed. She snatched the unopened bottle with her free hand, and drank.

"Not sure why you're always so bothered with me. Bothered with everyone, really. Perhaps you've got some, uh, well, kinks that need to be worked out?" Delvin stared down at her plainly, attempting to appear calm and unconcerned as he was filled with fiery desire. She recklessly tossed the bottle, crying out with anger. Delvin heard it crunch somewhere in the darkness.

"What do you care, Mallory?" she shouted accusingly. She tugged her arm in his grip, but not especially forcefully, it seemed. "You can't trust anyone!"

"You know I could help you, lass, if you'll let me."

She pulled at her confined arm, but Delvin was much stronger. Her body language seemed almost playful, but her facial expression was more difficult to decipher. "You don't know what I need…" she said, half whimpering. Her face seemed desperate as she finally looked him in the eye. She looked so vulnerable, Delvin almost felt sorry for her—but he knew better than to trust the ruses of Vex.

"But I do," he replied, and closed the distance between them, his lips finding hers. She resisted a moment, her lips hard and unyielding, but then responded hungrily, grabbing the back of his head with her free hand, massaging his scalp with her fingers. Her full lips were softer than he had ever imagined. He growled—a primal vibration that caused shivers to go up Vex's spine. She moaned and opened her mouth to his. Delvin explored her mouth with his tongue; she tasted of rum, but responded most pleasantly.

Eventually Delvin grabbed both her wrists, and held them both above her head with one hand. He looked her over thoroughly. He could see in her eyes that she was proud of her nakedness. Her chest was heaving, and her breasts looked swollen. Her stomach was taut, and her legs were slender, though leanly muscled. His eyes hovered back up to her swollen breasts. Her nipples were rosy pink, an innocent colour befit of a maiden. But was she a maiden? Delvin thought not.

He gently put his hands around her breasts; she shivered when his palms brushed the pink bumps. He took one bud in his mouth, and began to swirl his tongue lazily around it. She moaned loudly, and her knees buckled. Delvin chuckled and took a moment to lay out a fur blanket for his prize to lie upon.

Vex reclined, her head lolling back. Her sober inhibitions forgotten, she stretched her legs wide to display her beautiful nakedness. She dug unconsciously into the fur, flexing her fingers and toes. He placed his hands on her hips, and she grabbed his wrists. He looked between her legs—a patch of pale gold crowned her beautiful pink lips, which were, he noticed, swollen and glistening.

"Do it a'ready," she ordered brutishly, but Delvin only smirked.

"Patience, love," he said, though he began to disrobe himself. Vex would have helped him, but the world was spinning. He watched her as she watched him remove every piece of armor. Coarse hair riddled his modestly muscled chest and arms—Vex never knew the old codger had muscle. It was when he got down to his loincloth that Vex noticed the considerable bulge there.

Her pulse quickened as removed his loincloth. His erection was eager and expectant. He looked quite pleased with her open-mouthed reaction. Beckoning with one hand, slowly rubbing himself with the other, Delvin coaxed Vex closer. Slightly annoyed, but otherwise transfixed, Vex got to her knees and investigated—first with her hands, rather gently.

"You know you're not going to hurt me," he said to her, and she scowled. He asked her, "Is this your first time with a man?"

Her scowl darkened. She brushed the tip lightly with her front teeth. He sucked in his breath slightly.

She ducked her head and took his member to the back of her throat.

He grabbed frantically for the back of her head, digging his fingers into her hair. No, he supposed vaguely, this isn't her first time, as his cock throbbed in her hot mouth.

She moved back to the tip, and closed her eyes. She moved slowly, teasingly. Her tongue swirled lazily around the head, pausing to lap at the tip. She licked lengthwise, firmly, relishing every reaction Delvin gave her. He was rather quiet, but he occasionally bucked his hips, or let out a light moan. He was being strangely respectful. She got to a faster pace, alternating between sucking, and taking him to the back of her throat. Each time she took him to his base, filling her to her throat. She felt a faint throb in her nether. Her tongue relaxed and her eyes closed. She tasted something faintly salty, and wished she'd been able to play with it.

Unlocking himself from the ecstasy of her mouth, Delvin pulled her back by her hair. Her mouth hung open slightly, spit coating her chin. Her eyes were lidded and lust-filled, but she was still mostly conscious, which impressed Delvin—she seemed to have drunken a fifth of a gallon by herself that night.

Delvin took a finger, and lightly slid it the length of her slit. She shuddered and widened her legs. He pressed firmly, two fingers. She threw her head back, bucking her hips. She was wet, and her walls were squeezing down upon his fingers. "Quit teasin' me, you worthless fig," she threw at him. He withdrew them.

She watched his cock twitch as he looked at her, an almost feral look in his eyes. She felt slightly apprehensive, but excitement coursed through her.

He suddenly pinned on her back with her arms above her head, and positioned himself at her entrance. "I'm going to have my way with you, lass, and you're going to fucking love it," he told her savagely.

Delvin thrust into Vex to his base, causing her to cry out, with pain or pleasure, he didn't notice. He started at a moderate pace, but sheathed himself completely within her with each stroke. Vex could only moan and roll her hips in response to him—her body had been so tight and tense, that she couldn't help letting him in, as she let go.

Delvin couldn't help but ogle as he fucked her. He could feel her muscles clenching around him. Her tits jumped on her chest, and she was mouthing wordlessly as she clenched her fists. Every drawn-out and frantic moan she gave him only aroused him all the more.

He suddenly slid out, and flipped her over. She had her ass displayed lewdly to him. He palmed and shook her round cheeks. He bent over and gave her pink slit a long, sensuous lick, and he felt her quake beneath him.

"Please…" she pleaded with him from over her shoulder. He pushed her head back down. His member was throbbing; he wasn't sure how much more he could handle. Changing his mind, he decided to flip her back over. Taking one nipple in his mouth, the other roughly grabbing her breast…

"By the Gods, pl-please!" she cried out, moaning loudly. He flicked his tongue, swirled it, lapping at her breast.

Vex snaked a hand between her legs, and began to play with herself, her hips bucking slightly. Delvin grabbed both of her wrists with one of his and chuckled darkly. She fought back, and he let her win. She pushed him over and perched triumphantly on his lap. She glared at him before sheathing herself.

Delvin almost came just from the look of sheer ecstasy on her face as she took him. Only whores jingling with his gold had ever made a face like that for him. She rolled her hips into him, setting a fast pace that he struggled slightly to meet. She was two decades younger than him, at least. He took a breast in each hand, and admired the beautiful woman fucking him. Her pale hair was sticking to her sweaty face. Her hand went back between her legs, slowing her pace. He grabbed her hips to steady her as she rubbed herself over the edge. She was moaning softly, mingling with the sound of colliding flesh, until he managed to find a spot deep within her that made her cry out "oh!" sharply. The "oh!" changed to "ah!" as she climaxed, her hot flesh grabbing forcefully at his member.

He couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her ass and began to pound into her. She splayed her hands out to avoid falling. She began to gasp with each breath, barely able to roll her hips with him. His eyes met her half-lidded ones, and he felt her tighten around him once again. She cried out vague obscenities as she came again, hard, her wetness pulling at his throbbing member. His vision went black as he climaxed deep into her, his base pushed up against her sex.

Warm juices and sweat lay between them as they tried to catch their breath. Delvin could hear frogs croaking, and he felt at peace. He rolled off Vex and onto his back. He had not felt at peace like this for a longtime. He turned his head to look at her.

"You can trust me, Vex. I've got your back."

"Better," she mumbled vaguely. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed.

He placed his padded cloak under her head, and laid her cloak over her. He took a piss into the lake, wiped off with a kerchief, slipped his pants on, laid back down next to her, and smiled. His dagger lay sheathed under his thigh, and his longsword was to his left. As he closed his eyes, he felt himself leave his body. Overhead, the constellations blazed violet and emerald. Crickets were chirping. The pulsating majesty of the midnight aurora stole both their minds away that night.