Firae shivered as another patron entered the inn, letting in the freezing wind from the snow storm raging outside. No matter how quick they all managed to get in, every little breeze drove a chill down the Daemon's spine. Rubbing her arms for the thousandth time, Firae scooted closer to the fire and tried to absorb some of its warmth. Only her and a few other people were gathered around the fire pit. Most had turned to drink to keep them warm. They were getting so drunk they were causing quite the fuss.

"This is what I always imaged Skyrim was; fucking cold weather and wasted Nords. Glad to know I was partly right," the redhead mumbled to herself, rolling her amethyst eyes. Her pale hands shoved themselves closer to the fire while Firae's frown got deeper.

Not too long later, an arm slipped around the Daemon's shoulder, pulling her closer to a body, and she was instantly warmer. Looking over, she gave the stranger a curious look, but didn't push the man away. He was pretty handsome, and while she could last a little longer on her feast from Ulfric, she wouldn't turn down the man if that was what he came to her for.

"Oh, my dear, dear sister. Don't tell me you plan to sit here and freeze away when you can play with me?"

And suddenly her good mood vanished and the frown came back to her face. She didn't push him away, for warmth purposes, but she was no longer as happy about his presence. She sighed and leaned against him, resting her head against his shoulder. The redhead didn't bother looking at him.

"Sanguine, what on Nirin are you doing here?"

"There's no need to sound so disappointed!" the Daedric Lord huffed, digging his fingers harder into her arm, "If I wasn't such a forgiving Lord, I would be insulted!"

"You never bring good things with you, brother. You're always the cause of so much trouble. And that's coming from a Daemon."

"Life's no fun if you can't cause mischief!" the man giggled, smirking at Firae. It coaxed a smile out of her.

"Was there a reason you came here, other than to bother me?" the redhead questioned, turning to look up at the Dremora's handsome human form.

"That was only a sweet coincidence! I came down here to fool with some of the mortals. I had hoped that maybe some of these Nords would drink some of my own brew with me, but they seem very intent on their own mead and ale. Perhaps you would—"

"You'll find no fun in that, Sanguine, I am immune to your special brew. I'm sure someone will come along and take your offer."

The childish man sighed and nodded his head, seeming disappointed. Firae went to pat his back out of sympathy, but the sound of the front doors being slammed open caused her to jump in fright and look over at the commotion.

At first, all she could see was a heavy wind laden with thick snow burst into the inn—causing most of the patrons to shout their displeasure—but the wooden door was quickly shut, revealing two snow covered men. Once the cold had been cut off, the drunks went back to their drinking and the few around the fire pit went to join them. That left the two immortals by themselves.

"Oh, don't they just look perfect!" Sanguine almost squealed, not wasting a second and walking up to one. He'd barely had time to take off his fur coat and shake the snow out of his raven hair before the Dremora was on him.

From here, Firae could see the man's companion rolling his eyes at the proposition being presented and started to walk away, towards the Daemon, and slowly started to shed his warmer clothes. Firae's brows rose with appreciation and she couldn't help a small smirk. Looks like both the immortals had found their prey for the night.

"Man could never refuse a drink," Marcurio cursed, pulling off his gloves with his teeth, holding in the urge to throw them on the floor in annoyance, "It's like this at every inn."

He sat down with a thump at one of the many empty chairs by the fire and continued to peel off his snow soaked clothes. He wasn't even aware that there was another person there, and that she seemed very intent on him and his actions.

"Nords and their Gods damned mead," he continued to complain, finally finished with undressing and laying in what seemed to be simple mage robes. He sighed and rose his hands towards the fire, seeking its warmth.

"It seems as if you and I are the only ones here not drunk off their asses," a feminine voice spoke, startling the man. With a quick look, he looked up to see a beautiful redhead across from him, her leather bound legs crossed lazily and a relaxed smirk on her face. Marcurio swallowed, taking a second to regain his composure, before he answered.

"I don't fall for drink as easily as most men do," the man replied sourly, biting his lip out of nervousness.

Firae leaned forward then, resting her elbows on her now uncrossed legs, and the window her arms created gave the Imperial a great view to the valley of her cleavage. He gulped again and looked towards his friend, who seemed a bit wobbly already.

"There are more… creative ways to have fun other than drunken hallucinations."

The purr her voice echoed made Marcurio's body twitch, but he continued to not look at her, instead looking at the golden flame that lay between them both. He hummed his neutral agreement and stayed silent. This woman was alluring, and by the Eight, was he tempted to have her, but he didn't really need a distraction right now. His job was to follow the Dragonborn, help him with a few errands, and earn his pay.

Firae hated when men played hard to get. Men enjoyed the chase, but to a Daemon, sometimes it just wasn't worth it. The mage was a catch, however, and she could tell by the pulse of his aura that his magic was strong. Their magic combined would create a delicious meal. So, she tried again.

"It's quite cold in here," the Daemon sighed, rubbing her arms slowly and sensually, "And this fire is doing nothing to help. I know a few ways to raise the temperature… But I'd need a little help."

God, it was hard keeping a manly growl from leaving his throat, but somehow Marcurio managed it and stayed silent. He nodded his head as if he wasn't really listening, though his ears were hooked on every sensual breath the temptress breathed.

Firae sighed and rolled her dark eyes. It was worth a try, at least. She didn't feel like fighting for the man tonight, seeing as she wasn't all that hungry, so she gave up, brushing her hair over her shoulder, getting up to move to one of the tables. Her eyes landed on Sanguine and his buddy, and she smiled. At least one of them was going to have fun tonight.

For another hour or so, Firae entertained herself by hiring the bard to play some tunes, and as soon as the first couple notes filled the air, the drunk Nords took to dancing around—though it was more like rhythmic stumbling—and singing their hearts out. Sanguine and his man were part of the whole thing.

Half way through, Firae noticed that her failed prey had disappeared, probably having gone to bed, and it brought down her spirits slightly. He had been such a good looking man. Not being able to add him to her menu had been such a shame.

Soon enough, Firae could feel the rickety inn starting to warm up, and through the windows she could see the storm dying down, moment later gone completely. Taking this as her cue, she got up, winding her way through the dancing Nords, and readied herself for the adventure that was bound to come.

Before she could even grab her fur coat, however, and arm wrapped around her middle, and a hand went over her mouth, and she was pulled into a room, the door closing quickly and leaving her in pitch black. While Firae had good eyesight, with the dark outside and no candle light, she was left completely blind.

The arm around her waist pulled her closer to the body behind her, revealing the captor to be male, and the hand that had silenced her slowly started to leave her mouth. Instead, it stroked her skin and wove itself into her hair, forming a gentle grip on her.

"Now, how are you to keep warm if you go out into the cold?" Marcurio whispered, his lips moving closer and closer to her ear.

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't keep his eyes off the woman the whole night. After his rejection, she'd gone off and done her own thing, and the smile that lit up her face now again caused wanting shivers to wrack the mage's body. She was just so damn beautiful, he'd decided that he had to have her. But how foolish would it be for him to just walk up to her and ask for a second chance? She'd surely turn him down. Though, now that he thought about it, this wasn't the best way to do it either…

However, the redhead then pressed her ass tighter against him while one of her hands went to cover the one he had around her waist. He could almost hear the smile on her face.

"I guess I wasn't thinking," she replied, moving her ass to the tune of the song outside, "It still is quite cold. If only there was someone here to help me with that."

The man growled against her ear and bit the lobe softly, pulling at the skin and sucking it, causing the Daemon to shiver. His hands started to wander down her body and Firae could feel the heat starting to form between the two of them.

"Marcurio is the man you'll be thanking soon."

"Firae, the one who will soon be doing the thanking."

The redhead barely had time to get the words out of her mouth before Marcurio stuffed one of his hands inside the Daemon's pants, his cold fingers making her gasp. The gasp turned into a deep moan when he stuck two of his long fingers inside of her.

The mage groaned at the warmth of her, as well as the way he could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, like it needed more of him inside her. He started to slowly pump his fingers, feeling her pulling at him, and he moaned along with her as she mewled her pleasure. Smirk forming on his lips, his thumb went to her clit to join the rhythm.

Firae braced her hands against the wall, eyes closed tight as the rippling sensation coursed throughout her body, making the Daemon pant and moan at a quick tempo. By the Nine, did the mage have a way with his hands. The redhead started to rock against his thrusting fingers, pushing him in just a little bit farther, and it was enough to make hit let out an appreciative grunt and continue to go deeper.

His lips, puffing his hot breath against her ear, started to travel lower until he was at the base of her neck. He kissed and licked her gently, tasting the salt starting to form on her skin. Without a second thought, he opened his mouth wide and bit her neck, hard.

Firae screamed, trying to dig her nails into the wall as her climax came, making the woman clench her thighs around Marcurio's hand, keeping him there while her body writhed. The Daemon could feel the man smirking and laughing against her neck, the noise interrupted by gentle kisses to her throbbing bite mark.

"I hope you can hand out a little more gratitude, because I'm not done with you yet Firae," the man purred, teasingly pushing his fingers inside her once, causing her to gasp.

"I can take whatever you dish out, love," she replied, now using the wall for support while she relaxed her body.

"Oh, that's good," Marcurio voiced, freeing his cock from his robes before wrapping an arm around the woman and pulling him to his chest, "because I'm going to take you hard."

In just moments, he'd forcefully ripped Firae's pants off, leaving them mere shreds on the floor, and wasted no time diving right into her very core. They both hissed at the feeling, Marcurio's arm digging painfully into the woman's middle as he held her closer, but the Daemon didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the way that he was so deliciously pounding into her.

The sound of the mage's snapping hips was almost hypnotizing, the rhythm fast and demanding, and it was driving them both insane. Firae's warm center was milking the man for all he was worth, trying to take more of him that wasn't there, but gods, she was still so tight. Marcurio's dick pumped into her so fast that he was hitting all the good spots just barely, gracing her with the highs of pleasure, but never enough. Firae dug her nails into the man's hips as best she could.

Marcurio growled at the feeling, knowing he was driving the woman crazy, but fuck, it just wasn't enough. He needed more of her. He needed to be deeper inside of her, to feel himself just how much pleasure he was giving her. He had to give more.

Using his free hand, he reached under the woman's thigh and started to pull it up to him, making the woman just a tad unbalanced, but she readjusted quickly, turning her head to stare the man in his light eyes. He gave her a smile and thrust inside her hard, making them both shout, and Marcurio stop for just a moment. It was only her instant whine of more that made him continue, but their sounds of mutual pleasure continued to mix together.

Yes, this is what she was talking about. This new position made the side of the mage's hard cock rub continuously against one of her most favorite spots, while still hitting the end of her. It was sharp and aching pleasure all at once, and it felt so good the redhead was close to tears of joy.

"Gods, yes, just like that Marcurio. Don't stop."

Did she think he planned to? If it wasn't for the fact that he was only a simple man, he would have kept fucking the beautiful temptress for the rest of his life.

Needing to hear more of her sounds, the arm that had been so tightly secured around her waist moved down lower, his fingers reaching down until he brushed her clit again and slowly began to tease it.

"Fuck," Firae cursed, closing her eyes tightly once again. She wasn't going to make it much longer. Not with the way she was moving. And damn it, she wanted to make sure that he came with her.

Using her muscles, Firae tightened herself around the man's shaft, squeezing him tighter and making it just a little difficult to pump as fast as he was. By the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head, she could only guess it had worked.

"I'm going to cum if you keep doing that," he hissed, pressing against her button harder. She made a matching noise.

"Isn't that the point?" was her retort, and Marcurio couldn't argue with that.

Using all that he had, he rammed himself inside her, not caring if it was too rough—though he doubted it was—and tried to bury himself as deep as he could. He was fucking her so hard it was difficult for the woman to stay up straight, but she didn't care. She could feel the heat burning, could smell that her lover was just as close, and she started to feed again.

Together, they both burst; Marcurio spilling his hot seed deep inside her while her cunt tightened around him, begging him to stay inside her forever. They were both breathing heavily, twitching with their orgasm, and now and again making soft noises to the other.

And unexpectedly, the mage felt completely exhausted, like he couldn't even stand anymore. Which didn't make any sense, because not too long ago he'd been ready to make this night last forever. He unwound himself from the woman in a daze, fighting to keep his eyes open, but just couldn't.

He was asleep in an instant, he wasn't even sure if he hit the floor or not.

When the man woke up the next morning to the sound of drunk men groaning and asking for more ale, Marcurio thought it had all been a dream. It couldn't have been real. He'd just gone to bed after the storm and dreamed of a beautiful woman fucking his brains out. Damned imagination of his.

Or, he was damned sure it was a dream until he found the small note left on the floor beside him. Curious, he picked it up and flipped it over. There were only a few words and a signature.

I'll be expecting you next time there's a storm that size.

~Firae

Well, Gods be damned. That actually happened. And all because the stupid Dragonborn had left him to go get drunk with a stranger. Speaking of, where exactly was the man and his drinking buddy?

"The Dragonborn?" the bar maid had replied when the mage asked half an hour later, "last I saw of him, him and his buddy had left. Something about a wedding they had to attend?"

Marcurio groaned. Great, now he'd have to either find that damn Nord or go back to Riften and wait to get paid. He sighed in annoyance.

Well, maybe it wasn't all that bad. He might find a certain redhead along the way.

NOT EVEN GOING TO EDIT THIS. It's 12 and I don't feel like editing xD It was such a struggle to finish this chapter, so sorry if it sucks :[ I just wasn't feeling Marcurio, even though I was totally excited for it before.

I'll try to be back sooner next time, since I have a LOT more men to pick from because of you guys :D Rock on.