Chapter LXXII – The Information

"Come on! Let's fuck on the tin-head's bed!"

Bishop laughed heartily pulling her closer to him. He woke up at sundown as if nothing happened the previous night, good as new. Casavir's magic was really impressive. And she really wasn't going to repay him by probably scarring him for life.

"Absolutely not! I think he'd really kill you for that…" she smirked at him, stretching along his form languidly.

"Yeah… he could try… And you did promise me the… incentive…" he winked at her, running his eyes over the slightly crumpled dress. She kept it on – it seemed weird to undress in the paladin's bed, no matter who she was sharing it with. Besides, Casavir could have come back any minute.

"Are you sure you're alright? The wounds were…" she creased her brows, stroking her fingers lightly over his torso, the signs of the burns completely gone now, but she knew that damage from shock magic was not always visible.

"I'm fine, princess. At least the tin-head's good for something…" he grumbled, looking over the room with a scowl. "Hmm… I wonder what he's hiding in here… I bet he's got some creepy skeletons in his closet," he gave her a sly wink, slowly sitting up on the bed.

He was met with a firm push, shoving him back to lie down. "Nope! I'm supposed to make sure you don't snoop," she giggled at him, her hand holding him down to the bed steadily.

"What? He asked you to do that? That's suspicious, ladyship! That's all the more reason to snoop!" Bishop smirked at her knowingly, looking over the various chests and cupboards around the room with narrowed eyes.

"No snooping!" she giggled at him again. What would he even want to find? And why? Did he think to expose Casavir for something? All he always accused him of was that he was a liar – breaking his vows, sleeping with Elisie. What did he think he would find that would prove him right?

"Fine, but I want compensation," he grinned at her, grabbing her by the arm splayed across his torso and moving her closer up on his chest, half her body covering his as he captured her lips in a deep kiss, his hands circling her back and groping at her backside.

She hummed approvingly for a while when her mouth was covered by his before moving away from him, patting his cheek lightly. "Later… we should probably go… we've imposed on Casavir more than enough," she smiled slightly. She was surprised that Bishop wasn't more eager to get away from the Castle, but he was probably enjoying the unwanted intrusion in some twisted sense.

"Like I care…" he scoffed while she raised herself from the bed at last.

"You should be grateful to him. He saved your life," she said carefully. Their animosity was completely unnecessary, at least from what she's gathered. She still didn't have the whole story, but what happened with Elisie appeared to be the tipping point for all this hatred.

"Yeah right! He did that for you, princess. Probably hoping it would raise his chances to get between your pretty legs," he scoffed at her, giving her a look that reminded her of someone lecturing a child. She hated when he did that. Not everyone had sex as their sole goal in life… it wasn't naivety! Despite the briefness of their acquaintance, she knew Casavir better than Bishop did, she was sure of it.

"You're hopeless…" she shook her head, her point interrupted by sudden opening of the door.

"My lady," Casavir nodded in greeting, pointedly not including Bishop in it.

"Don't you knock? What if we were naked?" Bishop smirked at him maliciously, getting himself up from the bed too.

"Bishop! Definitely no chance of that happening…" Aeyrin flushed and threw him an admonishing look. "He's feeling better now, Casavir. A little too much, perhaps… We'll be out of your hair in a second."

"Of course, my lady. I'm glad," Casavir nodded with a nondescript expression. She wondered briefly if he was glad that Bishop was feeling better, or because they were leaving, but it was obvious that it was the latter.

"I really can't thank you enough for what you did, Casavir," she gave him a grateful smile, earning one in return.

"It is my duty, my lady. But I am still very curious about the source of those wounds," he threw a threatening look at Bishop, focusing his attention on him at last.

"Magic," Bishop smirked again, gesturing with his hands mockingly as if casting an imaginary spell.

"I'd suggest you get more cooperative, Bishop, lest I decide to investigate myself," Casavir scowled at him fiercely, taking a few determined steps towards him in warning.

"Go 'investigate yourself' somewhere far from me, tin-head. And far from her for that matter," Bishop snorted derisively. "But if it will shut you up, fine… whatever. I was attacked by a necromancer in the wilderness," he folded his arms across his chest, giving the paladin a challenging look.

Dammit, necromancer, that was definitely better.

"Lady Aeyrin said you told her it was a hagraven," Casavir raised his brow at him in suspicion.

Bishop's eyes darted to her briefly, a hint of surprise on his face before he smirked again. "Yeah. I was teasing her. She hates those things. Gets creeped out by them," he shrugged noncommittally.

"So you were barely conscious and made time to lie, in order to 'tease her'?" Casavir was clearly not convinced, studying Bishop for any tells diligently.

"It's called dedication," Bishop smirked again. "And I was pretty conscious, had a potion. It wore off before we got to Solitude. Any other pointless questions, tin-head?"

Casavir watched him with furrowed brows for quite some time, but it became obvious that he didn't actually have anything specific to accuse him of. He turned back to Aeyrin with a sigh, making a point to Bishop again.

"I will be returning to my duties, my lady. If you have any need of me, I should be around the Castle," he smiled at her kindly.

"Yes… I think we'll actually be leaving Solitude in a little while, Casavir. But I hope we run into each other again soon."

His face seemed somewhat crestfallen, but he didn't maintain the expression for long, his eyes darting briefly towards Bishop again.

"I see. I hope so too, my lady. Please, be careful on your journeys," he nodded amicably, but she noticed another covert look towards Bishop after his words. It was clear he wanted to plead with her to be careful around him too, but decided not to make the conversation heated again.

"You too. And thank you for… everything, really," she gave Casavir a brief friendly hug, making his eyes shoot up in surprise. Bishop's expression of annoyance was palpable even without looking at him, but luckily, he didn't comment.

"Y-yes… no trouble, my lady," Casavir cleared his throat. She could have sworn she saw a faint blush on his face. He turned on his heel briskly, as if to hide his seemingly flustered state, walking back towards the door with quick steps.

He left the room and Aeyrin turned back to Bishop.

He gave her a questioning look, but she was hardly going to justify herself for an expression of friendship.

He only sighed after a while, giving her a mocking smirk: "Hagraven?"

"I don't know! It was the first thing I thought of! How was I supposed to know those things aren't everywhere?" she threw up her hands with a bashful shrug.

"It's fine… I doubt that the Thalmor will let anyone know that someone managed to steal from them. He's got nothing," Bishop smirked confidently.

"Come on, we should get back to the Skeever before Corpulus decides to pawn our shit."

"So… do you two make it a habit to disappear right after your rent runs out, leaving your shit all over the room? 'Cause that's not really smart, you know?" Corpulus smirked from behind the bar, calling at them from across the crowded room.

"We're really sorry…" Aeyrin gave him an apologetic smile, approaching the bar.

"Well, don't worry about it, lass, looks like you have plenty more fancy trinkets to pay me with," he smirked at the new set of jewelry, eliciting a groan from her. It felt wrong pawning the things that someone else bought for her, but what else could they do? At least she suspected that Delphine wouldn't care about that stuff. Selling the bracelet from Casavir made her feel much guiltier.

She took off a silver amethyst ring with a sigh, handing it to Corpulus. "Last night," she added with a determined nod.

"If you're not out by morning, I'm taking one of your armors," Corpulus smirked at her mischievously, making them both flinch in discomfort.

"A courier was looking for you, by the way. Here," Corpulus called out for them before they headed away from the bar. He passed a small folded note their way.

There was no insignia and it was only a very tiny piece of parchment. Aeyrin unfolded it curiously.

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Meet me at the Honningbrew Meadery.

We need help.

R.

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She passed the message to Bishop, who furrowed his brows at it. It didn't say when to meet 'R.', or anything useful, really. They assumed that the mysterious 'R.' was in fact Raven, but they had no way of knowing. From what they heard during their last hours at the Guild, it sounded like he was dead. At the very least, he surely didn't escape scot-free.

"We should check that out," Bishop nodded, surprisingly compliant with a dubious letter.

"You're awfully… not paranoid…" she smirked at him. She knew he was curious due to the contents of the last letter. It suggested that there was a way to take Mercer down. Bishop seemed all too eager at that prospect. Then again, given his track-record, it was hardly surprising. Raven did mention that Bishop was prone to rebellion while he was under Mercer's thumb.

"It's a meadery. Hardly a good place for an ambush," he shrugged, unconcerned, but his reasons were already too obvious to her.

She gave him a knowing smirk, but he decided to disregard it instead, looking somewhat wistfully towards the hallway leading up to the rooms.

"Let's go, we still have time before we meet with crazy again, I wanna make the best of it," he gave her a sly wink, ushering her along upstairs.

"There you are."

Delphine seemed somewhat relieved when she saw them back at the mill. Maybe she finally had some time to think about how she behaved.

"I'm… glad you're alright, Bishop," she sighed, nodding lightly.

"Yeah right… did you find something?" he scoffed at her derisively, dismissing her undoubtedly feigned concern. He was convinced that there was nothing useful in those papers and that the whole ordeal would turn out pointless.

"I did, actually," she retorted, insulted. "The Thalmor know no more about the resurgence of the beasts than we do, but they are watching us. There are dossiers on each of us. But that's not all… there was a dossier on an… ally," she smiled victoriously, holing up five little books.

"Wait… what do you mean, dossiers? What's in these?" Bishop's brows shot up. The Thalmor had information on all of them? Even him? Where would they get information on him? And what information? Was it possible that they knew who he was? Casavir knew, he could have talked. And what about the bounty?

Fuck, this was bad.

"Later. What's more important is the ally I mentioned," Delphine brushed him off immediately.

Fuck… he needed to know. And he needed to see his dossier before Aeyrin did. Then again… Delphine already read it. Maybe there was nothing. Or maybe she was just acting inconspicuous. Fuck, this wasn't helpful. He needed to seem casual. Like he had nothing to hide.

"An old associate of mine, Esbern. He is a Blade, like me. He was the lore-keeper, a chronicler. If anyone has any information that we can use, it would be him," she smiled excitedly, clutching one of the little books in her hand, presenting it like a precious treasure.

"Delphine… that's actually really great news!" Aeyrin gasped. She still felt angry about yesterday's events, but this… that was exactly what she needed – information, lore, ancient secrets.

"I told you it was worth it!" she raised her voice at her, the tension about previous events still somewhat present in the air. "Anyway… there's a problem. He's in hiding. The Thalmor have been searching for him and he knows this. Their last records of him were around Riften and then… he disappeared," she sighed, shaking her head with a worried look in her face.

"I know where he is," Bishop piped up, eager to get back to the topic of the dossiers.

The two women looked at him with a shocked expression, understandably weirded out by his certainty.

"Etienne said the Thalmor took him because they were looking for someone hiding in Riften, right? The Guild does that sometimes. Hide people. If you're willing to pay, they offer sanctuary… from the law… from… well mostly anyone…" he trailed of a bit, remembering the events long past. The sanctuary was definitely not earned without paying and in the end… it was all for nothing. But unless that Esbern guy was hiding from one of Mercer's associates, his circumstances would hardly be as dire as Bishop and Jules's were.

"The warrens are not just a prison. It's a perfect place if someone wants to disappear," he turned to Aeyrin, nodding at her knowingly.

"You're saying we had this person right under our noses for days?" she chuckled a bit at the irony, but her brows creased in worry. Talking to that man would mean a favor from the Guild…

"That's… amazing! So all you need to do is go to these… warrens and take Esbern back to Riverwood. Then we can…" Delphine started planning excitedly but was all too soon interrupted by Aeyrin's raised voice.

"No! No way!" she folded her arms across her chest determinedly. "Bishop and I are not doing this. We cannot get indebted to the Guild. You can do this," she nodded at Delphine, earning a rather pleased and proud smirk from Bishop.

"What? But the Thalmor could be going after him!" Delphine protested, her face conflicted.

"You said they don't know where he is and Etienne didn't talk. Even if they tried their luck in the Ratway, they'd have to get through the Guild first. There's no other way into the warrens. I'll tell you who to talk to and who to pay. They want nothing from you personally, so the only thing they'll ask for is money," Bishop smirked at her, throwing Aeyrin another pleased look. She was starting to get really feisty with Delphine. Good. About time that woman started to take some risks herself, aside from coming up with insane plans that put the two of them in harm's way. And it was really turning him on when Aeyrin got like that…

Delphine looked both of them over slowly, a bit desperately, but eventually nodded.

"You… you're right… I should do this myself. Just tell me what to do and I'll take Esbern somewhere safe. I'll send you a message when we figure out the next step," she sighed in resignation.

"Good. First you need to find a man by the northern gates. He's in full ebony armor – hard to miss. He's always there. Tell him you need a drink and give him thirty eight septims exactly. It's a code, obviously, and the only way to get to the Guild without being questioned or locked up by them," Bishop nodded at her as he explained. "He'll give you the current password for visitors. Then go to the Ratway and find a metal door. It's the only one in that place, you'll find it fine. Give them the password and then ask for…" he paused a bit, thinking on the safest course of action. "Ask for Delvin. Tell him who you're looking for and pay whatever amount he asks. You better take a lot with you…" he chuckled a bit. It wasn't as if she couldn't afford it, if she could spend a fortune on a fucking dress…

"Do not mention me or Aeyrin to anyone there, understood? And if you see Etienne, for fuck's sake pretend you've never seen him before,"

Delphine nodded determinedly, giving him a slightly uncertain smile.

"Do you need to write it down?" Aeyrin looked at her, almost mockingly. She seemed to be enjoying the fact that it was Delphine getting the orders now.

"I… well… just to be safe…" she grumbled, pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling some notes on it, then showing it to Bishop to check it over.

"Alright. I'll be in touch then, wish me luck," Delphine sighed taking a step towards the mill exit.

"The dossiers!" Bishop stopped her immediately, grabbing at her upper arm.

"Right… I made you copies. Here, you can study them whenever," she handed the stack of little books to Aeyrin but Bishop snatched them immediately, stashing them in his pack.

Aeyrin shot him a surprised and suspicious look, but he only gave her a noncommittal shrug in response.

"I'll see you later. Take care of yourselves," Delphine nodded. She didn't look like she saw something disturbing in Bishop's dossier. He was likely overly concerned.

"You too Delphine, be careful in Riften," Aeyrin smiled at the woman as she left the mill, heading somewhere down the road, away from Solitude.

"Well… let's see them…" she gave Bishop an expectant look.

"Let's get to the inn, we can look at them later. Hanging around mills at night is suspicious… and creepy."

Bishop tried to get her preoccupied somehow, suggesting she'd go order them dinner, or take a bath, but she seemed to be on to him, insisting that they'd go back to their room to look over the dossiers.

It was hardly surprising, he didn't really manage to be subtle with this…

"You know, it's getting kind of… too weird… with the secrecy…" she sighed at him as they entered the room.

He gave her an uncertain look, waiting for her to continue.

"I get not wanting to talk about things, but… you're getting so nervous… it feels like there's more to it…" she sighed, remembering how adamantly Casavir insisted that Bishop was basically pure evil. Not that she took that seriously, but she was starting to think that painful memories weren't the only reason he wasn't talking about his past.

"I… just… don't wanna get into it…" he muttered through gritted teeth. How was he supposed to explain it? Yeah, there was more to it! Like her fucking leaving because of all the shit he used to do. Or like her deciding to sympathize and going after his enemies herself. He didn't know which option was worse.

She could also hate him and go after Thorn anyways. Yep, that one was worse.

"See, you wouldn't have to, if I just read about it," she gave him a smirk, but her brows were still creased worriedly.

"Yeah, like you won't have questions…" he shook his head. It definitely wasn't his main concern, but it was the only one he could voice. "It's not like you like to talk about all the shit from your past either," he folded his arms across his chest, deciding to rather go on the offensive than keep up the excuses.

"Sure, but I'm not actively hiding them from you," she shook her head at him. He knew he was being too suspicious about it, why act as if it was normal?

"Well, how about we take a little trip to Chorrol instead, then we'll see who's on edge there," he scoffed at her. At least her past wasn't following her throughout Skyrim.

That was a weak excuse. All that would happen if they went to Chorrol would likely her introducing him excitedly to Master Therien. What did he think she would be hiding there? Well… she would probably want to see if… her father was… alive. And if Ri'zhassa was still around… it would have been good to get rid of that man once and for all. But Bishop by her side would only provide fodder for blackmail or some other sick schemes. That Khajiit wanted to get back at her so badly after their last confrontation… he already knew he could use her father to make her do all those… things… If he decided to use Bishop the same way…

"What are you thinking about, ladyship?" he smirked at her victoriously, interrupting her ponderings.

"Ugh… just… read the damn thing," she sighed in defeat, shaking her head. She didn't want to force the issue anyways, but his behavior was getting more and more worrying.

Bishop didn't hesitate for a second, fishing in his pack for the dossiers. He opened the first page of each, locating the names of their subjects, then snatching the one that carried his.

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Name: Bishop, potential family name unknown

Status: Asset (not approached), dormant, Emissary Level Approval

Description: Male, Nord, late 20s

Background: The asset was observed for his close association with Dragonborn. Suspect of ties to Blades, but eventually confirmed to have associated with her before the discovery of her nature – ties to Blades considered unlikely. Background check resulted in confirmed occupation as a local ranger, some vague rumors of a criminal past – unconfirmed, potential material for coercion. No known ties to the Stormcloaks or the Legion.

Operational Notes: No confirmed ties to the Blades, potential asset, but believed best left dormant until direct contact with the Dragonborn is established. Keep gathering information for future needs of the Dominion.

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Well… seemed the Thalmor weren't really popularly dealt with in the underworld. They knew practically nothing. He passed the dossier to the expectant elf with a wry smile, earning only a scoff from her.

"Lucky you…"

He grabbed another one of the dossiers, finding it a bit more substantial than his. It referred to Delphine and her actions against the Thalmor during the war. Those were kind of impressive. It was hard to believe how fidgety she got around potential danger now. The outcome of the war and the elimination of the remaining Blades must have been quite the blow to her bravado.

He looked over two other dossiers, one showing just how much the Thalmor actually used Ulfric's rebellion to their advantage, the other mentioning vague rumors of Esbern and their hunt for him. He passed the dossiers to Aeyrin gradually, grabbing the last one.

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Name: Aeyrin, potential family name unknown

Status: Asset (not approached), dormant, Emissary Level Approval

Description: Female, Bosmer, early 20s

Background: Known background includes discovery of her nature during a dragon attack near Whiterun, previous knowledge of the fact unconfirmed – presumed nonexistent. Several confirmed killings of dragons. Ties to the attack at Helgen unconfirmed, vague rumors at her presence – reasons unknown. Origin confirmed to be outside Skyrim, no verified ties to Valenwood, no records with Dominion. Rumors of ties to Valenwood dissidents – verify immediately. Rumors of ties to the church of the Eight – potential point of interest for future cooperation. Rumors of ties to the Dark Brotherhood – unreliable sources. No confirmed ties to the Stormcloaks or the Legion.

Operational Notes: No confirmed ties to the Blades, potential asset, establish contact at earliest convenience. Keep gathering information for future needs of the Dominion, verify rumors.

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"Heh… the rumors seem to be getting the better of the Thalmor, they really don't know shit…" Bishop chuckled, handing her the last dossier.

She furrowed her brows, reading over the documents before putting them down with a sigh.

"I'm not exactly thrilled about the whole… 'establish contact' thing. Elenwen already looked like she wanted to use me to go around Skyrim Shouting at Talos worshippers," she cringed, looking over the books on the table briefly. "Maybe we should… get rid of these? Delphine said they were copies, and if someone finds them with us…"

"Look at you and your criminal mind!" Bishop chuckled at her heartily. "You're probably right, though… Don't want to give the tin-head and his ilk any ideas," he smirked, gathering the books in his arms.

"Done reading?"

She nodded and he stashed the books again, making a mental note to burn them the second they left the city in the morning. Doing that at the inn would have been pretty daft, especially in the evening with so many people around.

"Now… we should really enjoy this room before we have you freezing your ass off in the wilderness again," he chuckled at her, throwing his pack to the ground and tackling her onto the bed.

They were in for a long night yet.

Bishop's teeth grazed over the sore spot on her neck, his tongue flicking over her skin shortly after.

His fingers kept teasing her, rubbing between her legs while she mewled under his ministrations, giggling lightly when he sucked on her neck again.

"Why… why do you do that… in that same… ahh… same spot?" she chuckled in between her heavy breaths as his fingers entered her, probing her eagerly. She ran her hand along his cock a few times while his mouth still concentrated on her neck. She could feel his lips quirking up at her question, his tongue running over her in a tantalizingly slow motion.

"Hmm… I like that spot…" he smirked against her skin. He didn't even know the answer to that. But he liked seeing that mark on her neck the next few days. It always reminded him of how it got there. And he couldn't pretend like it wasn't somewhat satisfying when some leering lecher noticed it on her.

"That's… nnhg… that's it?" she gasped as her started to rub one of his fingers over her clit, her breathing getting even more strained and labored. "N-not… aah… marking… territory…?" she tried to giggle, but his redoubled effort prevented the laugh from lasting very long. His fingers spread apart and curled inside her while he continued to play with her nub.

He smirked again, nipping at her neck pointedly once more before he moved his head upwards whispering into her ear in a low voice: "Well… you are mine."

A jolt went through her whole body at his words, although it may have had something to do with what he was still doing to her. She couldn't hold out much longer. He kept whispering something into her ear, but her moans drowned out the actual words.

Her whole body quivered when she reached her peak, heat spreading through her steadily, almost unbearably. Bishop's fingers got even faster and more insistent as she cried out under him, her hands tightening on his body, one enveloped in his hair, the other squeezing his bicep.

She took a couple of deep breaths while he positioned himself between her legs, lifting them to rest against his chest and teasing her still pulsating entrance with the tip of his hard cock.

"I'm yours?" she chuckled at him breathlessly, instinctively pressing her hips towards him, eager to feel him inside her. Bishop gripped her torso, just below her breasts, keeping her in place while he leaned down, her knees moving towards her body.

He smiled at her, looking into her eyes for a time while he still teased her without thrusting inside. He moved even closer then, eliciting a gasp from her as her body rolled into an even more contorted position. Bishop nipped at her lower lip before gazing at her intently again, his voice alluringly low: "Aren't you?"

She chuckled again before trying to raise her head to his in that position, her lips brushing over his briefly. "I don't know… are you mine?" she smirked at him with a teasing look in her eyes. She raised her head up again but he moved his hand to her hair faster than she could manage to kiss him, holding the mass of it in a tight grip and tilting her head back, pressing it into the mattress. He lunged at her neck again, sucking briefly on the already incredibly sore spot once more, before he moved back towards her ear.

His voice was almost a growl: "Completely."

He drove his cock into her in one fluid motion, her loud moan mixing with his groan of pleasure. He stayed deep inside her, unmoving, as if waiting for something, his hand still entangled in her hair, tilting her head back while the other one supported her leg below her knee, keeping it pressed along her body.

"Well… aah… alright then," she tried to chuckle again, her heavy breathing interrupting her attempt. He moved his lips to hers, giving her a deep kiss, his tongue probing her for quite a while.

He still didn't move though, she tried to move against him, too eager to remain still, but the position she was in didn't leave that much room for her to maneuver as his weight pinned her under him.

"Tell me, sweetness," his tongue traced a line along her jaw towards her ear. He nipped at her earlobe, moving up along the rim of her ear to tease the tip while she still tried to move her hips against him, somewhat ineffectively.

She returned his advances, tilting her head towards him, her tongue teasing his earlobe briefly, nipping at it before she leaned even closer to whisper into his ear: "I'm yours, Bishop."

He turned to kiss her instantly, both his arms hooking under her knees as he finally started to move against her in long thrusts, withdrawing almost all the way out of her, leaving only the tip of his cock enveloped by her flesh until he drove himself back into her fully.

She raked her nails into his back, arching her own as much as her position allowed, deep moans escaping her lips with every movement he made. He kept kissing her, muffling the noises she made, as well as making her breathing even more ragged.

His motions got more strained after a while, his mouth moving down to bite into her shoulder while her gasps of pleasure echoed right by his ear.

She moved her hands down his back, still gripping at him firmly every time his cock drove into her, grabbing at his buttocks for a while, nudging him against her along his motions. Her legs were starting to feel numb while they were still propped up by his arms and soon she got the urge to move them, sneaking her hand between their bodies and pushing on his torso.

Bishop obliged her quickly, letting her legs fall away from his arms, grabbing her around her waist and rolling over on the large bed, pulling her along to straddle him.

She started to move against him instantly, impaling herself on his cock while he groaned below her, one of his hands digging into the flesh on her flank, the other traveling upwards to squeeze her bouncing breast as she rode him.

She felt those sweet jolts course through her again as he hit that spot deep inside her. She placed her hand on his, squeezing it against her breast alongside him while high-pitched moans escaped her lips.

His cock twitched inside her and he rose himself to sit up, hugging her tightly while his hand still squeezed her breast. He let out a deep satisfied sigh when she felt the warmth of his release spread through her core, his head falling into the crook of her neck rather limply.

She moved herself against him frantically, eager to find her own release again. He gripped her backside in his free hand, helping her along by pressing her to himself, kneading her flesh firmly.

Soon enough her whole body quivered again, her walls squeezing his softening cock inside her as she hugged him tightly against her.

They panted in each other's embrace for quite a while before he pulled back from her slightly.

He placed his hand on her cheek, stroking over it and moving the strands of hair sticking to her still flushed face.

The smile he gave her was so affectionate. "Beautiful," he said quietly with his breath still ragged, his eyes roaming over her bright red cheeks, her content smile, her sparkling black eyes.

He kissed her gently, stroking over her cheek again. Her deep breaths were slowly starting to steady, her chest heaving against him more calmly now.

"Tell me again, princess," he still stared into her eyes, the back of his other hand stroking over her flank tenderly.

She chuckled at him, leaning closer and capturing his lips in another heated kiss. She looked back into his eyes after a while, her smile just as affectionate as his.

"I'm yours, Bishop."