Second Chapter! (Rated M for a reason)

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Pairing: M/F Nords


GOLDEN GOBLET INN

I.

Ymglad was a merchant, and every single member of his family had also been merchants for as long as he had memory. When their parents died, Faida and Ymglad had continued with the work they had started; she had been the one who stayed with the Four Shields Tavern, in Dragon Bridge, while he had kept the job of wandering from town to town looking for rich or curious travelers, always carrying a little weightless stand full of curiosities and useful objects, and a slow, stubborn mule.

At first, it all had sounded perfectly to him; he had always had the soul of an adventurer, a wanderer, so the job sounded easy and, in fact, fun. He was able to meet thousands of different people, he could know every single gossip in the province and have all the knowledge couriers had. But it wasn't quite like that; life as a travelling merchant was tedious, and way too simple. Soon, he became bored and secretly jealous of his sister. She always did so well, especially in summer times. He, in the other hand, sometimes came to a point where he had a difficult time getting a piece of bread and a place to rest in. Life was difficult, and he was surprised about how he had managed all his life to put up with it.

Regardless, sometimes there were good moments, like the time he had met the drunkard and his cow (the man had bought it thinking it was a horse), or the time where Ymglad had met Alina, a sweet child from a town he was passing by. He sometimes could make his life a joyful place, and sometimes and adventurous one, just like the night he entered the Golden Goblet tavern.


II.

Ymglad was tired. The distance between Solitude and Whiterun was immense, and he had never liked doing the journey, although it was there where he won the most Septims. It had been a quite stressful day; not many travelers due to the freezing atmosphere and the fear of the outbreak of a war. Fifteen kilometers lay in front and behind him, and he usually found a place to sleep before dusk. This time, though, he hadn't had suck luck. The sunlight was quickly falling and the moon began to show its light in the other side.

He suddenly heard the sound of his mule mooing.

"Quiet, Philly, hush." Ymglad said softly, resting his hand over his mule's neck. She hadn't stopped mooing; she was scared of the dark. "Be silent, Philly. We might have to sleep on the road tonight."

She mooed again. For some reason, Ymglad felt like she understood him. He had won her on a festival, more than five years ago. She was old, but that didn't make her a bad companion. Lately, though, she had been complaining about the stand she was carrying, so Ymglad had to take it by hand.

The only thing that made sound was his mule's cowbell and the distant sound of an owl starting its vigilant watch. Around them, it became difficult to see because of the lack of lights. Ymglad lighted up an old oil lamp that hanged down his stand, and immediately buried himself back again inside his warm clothes.

Minutes passed. Ymglad became worried. If he didn't find a place to rest in, he would have to sleep in the road, and he knew how dangerous those roads were at night.

Finally, before his hopes almost faded away completely, a distant light emerged from the side of a hill, sideways to the road. It became clearer as Ymglad approached it quickly with his mule following behind. Once he reached it, he discovered a couple of houses peeking behind the hills. The source of light was a tiny house with a wide porch before the entrance. A sign showed itself outside of it, hanging down of a wooden pole.

"The Golden Goblet Inn" Ymglad repeated, and in his mouth it sounded dull. "Well, at least it has light coming from it, right Philly?"

The mule didn't answer. He made a temporary tie in the wooden pole to hold her in place, and he walked up the steps, entering the wooden door.

"Welcome, traveler!" A pretty lady greeted him when he stepped in. "This is the Golden Goblet Tavern. Would you like to spend the night here? 10 septims the night"

"Yes, yes. It's just that I don't have a place to store Philly, my mule."

"There are stalls behind the building back there, on the barn," she pointed to her back "using one will cost you five more septims."

He thanked her. Outside, he carried his mule and his stand to the barn. Man, it cost quite a bit to maintain her. He placed Philly inside one of the stalls, behind a decaying wooden door, and placed the stand somewhere near her.

"Sleep well and comfortable, Philly. I paid a lot for this, so take as much advantage of it as you can."

She mooed as a way of saying 'good night', and Ymglad started walking back towards the Inn. All he wanted was to be warm inside the walls of the building. As he entered, a breeze of warm air got into his clothes, and a smile illuminated his face.

"I see that you enjoy being inside here" grinned the girl.

"The cold has been cruel these last couple of weeks" Ymglad nodded, trying to cover himself as much as possible. He headed toward the bar in the center of the room, next to the warm flames of the pyre in the middle. He took one of the seats and rested his hands in the counter.

"I'll make sure to give you the bed with the most blankets," the girl smiled "is there anything you want to eat?"

"Yes, yes. It would be wonderful if you brought me some fresh bread"

Ymglad hadn't realized how beautiful the girl was. She had brown hair, a beautifully formed body, a pair of beautiful, big eyes; looking at him, penetrating his soul. She stood straight, with reputation, and her smile showed a row of perfectly aligned teeth.

When she turned around to grab a piece of bread from a cupboard in the back of the Inn, Ymglad saw her body from behind, still perfect. The way she walked was sensual, provoking.

"Where are you visiting me from?" she asked, her voice was sweet and powerful.

"I come from the city of Solitude. I've been travelling for a week now."

"Oh, I love Solitude," she said as she approached him, now with a plate in hand, "it is so pretty. Any news you bring from there?" she left the plate in the table; a big and warm bread roll lay on it. Ymglad grabbed it and started slicing it into pieces with his hands.

"Well, it has all been the same. Imperials marching in the streets all day, people scared of an upcoming war. It's been like this for a month, now."

She nodded. She was not old, but wasn't very young either. Ymglad guessed both of them had the same age.

"It's so sad… this war. People don't realize that right now we have other issues to deal with."

"Indeed. The dragons are more dangerous than any other thing. Hopefully nothing serious happens…" he started eating; it was delicious. He had been scared to the thought that he wouldn't eat in the whole day "What is your name?"

"I am Elena, pleased to meet you." They both shook hands, "What about you?"

"Ymglad." He smiled "Elena is a beautiful name."

"Thank you."

She was shy, but, as they continued talking, she became more and more open to speak whatever they wanted. They discussed about the war, the dangerous paths, and a robbery she had suffered recently. They also argued about the political situation in Skyrim.

The night went on, and both of them lost track of time. She'd opened a bottle of ale and soon she opened another of wine. They laughed, got mad, discussed and cried together, and soon enough both of them looked at each other like they were long time friends.

"It has been a great night," she confessed "arguably the best one I've had in years. Thank you, Ymglad"

"Thank you. All I can say is that you are simply amazing. You delight me."

"Honestly," she laughed shyly "I have been so lonely lately. Nobody passes through these paths anymore. Your visit has made me really happy."

She smiled. She was on his side of the table now, and a quarter of a bottle of wine lay next to them. She approached him, as she wanted him to kiss her, a moment Ymglad had been waiting a long time for.

He raised his hand and stroked her in the cheek, later grabbing her in the neck and pulling her towards him.

They started kissing, passionately. She was amazing, with her tongue going everywhere inside his mouth. She embraced him in her arms, and her breasts squeezed in his chest. Ymglad was a couple inches taller than her, so he had to pull her up a little so that she reached his height. She was still sitting on the elevated chair, but he stood up, pressing her against the counter. As he felt the press of her bosom, he felt his member growing inside his pants. She also noted it; that's why she rubbed and stroked it with one of her hands. She had notably become aroused.

He started to unbutton her jersey, and then her shirt. Apparently she didn't mind the cold, because when he lowered his head to play with her nipples, she started moaning uncontrollably. Her breasts were not exactly big, but they were gorgeous; round, firm, clean. The areolas were tiny, and took an almost reddish color.

"You are quite sensitive, aren't you?"

"Yes" she replied, ashamed. He decided to continue, but slower. He kept doing this movement for a minute or so, until she told him to drop his pants. He did it, and she dropped to her knees, grabbing his now exposed length.

She placed the shaft into her mouth, and started moving her head, at first slow but later hastily, forwards and backwards beneath him. She also moved her tongue wildly in the head, to add further sensations. The pleasure he was experiencing was beyond description, and the moans she emitted made his experience even more satisfying.

When he felt his seed approaching, he backed off, trying to relax a little. Elena looked at him, with eyes full of desire like she wanted something more.

"Ymglad, I want you inside of me" she undressed completely, and the sight of her entire body being nude made his member tighten even harder. At the pale light of the fire next to them, her body seemed astoundingly gorgeous. As she sat and fully opened her legs, revealing her pink and perfect womanhood, he felt a stronger need to penetrate her.

He approached her, and his length entered perfectly in her entrance, sliding down the cave as she whimpered of pleasure.

"Penetrate me, Ymglad. Fast." She whispered in his ear, and so he did, rapidly thrusting against her vagina. Her breast bounced frantically every time she was pushed against the table. She grabbed one of them, multiplying the pleasure and therefore, the moans. He grabbed her from the hips to help with the action, and that made him go faster as well. He realized she had started screaming for more, and more, and more, until she could no longer breathe.

"Stop, for a second, please," she asked, and he interrupted the thrust against her. Her womanhood had now become completely wet and the color of it had turned redder. She laughed, realizing Ymglad was also exhausted, "man! You are really good at this."

"Thank you" Ymglad said, a line of sweat coming down his forehead.

She positioned herself in a different way, showing her buttocks and her legs wide open. She leaned in the counter until her breasts touched the cold surface of it, and her knees were sitting on the chair.

Once again, he placed his member into her and continued the penetration, fast and hard. This time, she also helped with the movement, moving forwards and backwards as her nails scratched the table.

She got to her climax almost at the same time he did. He thrust harder in the final moments of the action, and suddenly realized he was coming inside of her, spilling his seed all over her womb.

She cried, not because of pain, but because of the pleasure. He let his length free and plunged himself on the counter, exhausted and breathing rapidly.

She had a smile on her face, she couldn't hide it. As she buttoned her shirt again, covering her beautiful firm breasts.

"That was incredible," she smiled and turned around, revealing her nude buttocks as she walked away from the counter. She said good night.


III.

Ymglad had a difficult time getting out of bed. He had a slight hangover, and his head hurt. However, he remembered his adventure the previous night; it had been an amazing experience he would never forget.

When he got out of the room he'd slept in, he saw her in the counter, showing a provoking cleavage in a white nightdress. No, he hadn't been drunk last night; she was still perfect, smiling at him in the daylight.

The pyre had been extinct, and now only the muffled embers warmed up the room.

"Good morning, Ymglad"

"Morning" he smiled as he took a seat in front of Elena. Without asking, she served him another piece of bread, and he ate it thoroughly. The night before had left him exhausted.

"I'm guessing you have to leave…"

"I do. I need to get to Whiterun before the end of this week." He looked down. He would love to stay, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'm going to miss you" she said, and kissed him. That was almost a surprise, but he continued kissing nonetheless. He would also miss her.

"I will never forget what we had. Thank you, Elena. You can be sure that when I return to Solitude, I will pay you a visit," he looked deep into her eyes "you know… maybe we could do this again."

"I'd love to" she smiled.

And he left the Golden Goblet in, hoping deep in his heart that this experience would repeat.

He grabbed Philly out of her pen, and continued the journey. He didn't stop thinking about her that day. Not even a week later he had her out of his mind.

In fact, she stayed in his thoughts forever.