Just a writing prompt I got on Tumblr requesting a Martin Septim NSFW. There was no specifics, so I rolled with a random name; Elena. I'm sorry if it tugs on your hearts strings. It's not too graphic and it turned out to be quite sweet. (Or at least I think so!) Please enjoy.

Bliss

It was near dawn, yet you'd been awake all night. Between tossing and turning, you eventually stood up to just pace back and forth aimlessly. The halls of Cloud Ruler Temple were increasingly quiet, not a single Blade awake at this hour. That's why it came as such a shock when you heard the sound of rustling at the far end of the hall. Curiosity got the better of you and you headed in the general direction, hoping and praying that it wasn't another assassin. Luckily you knew how to use magic, so you didn't fret too much about going back to get your sword or armor. Though you had doubts the assassin would even wait for you to get geared up.

Pushing all thoughts from your mind, you snuck quietly towards the noise disturbance and slowly opened the door to where it was slightly ajar. Fully expecting to see an assassin waiting to strike, you were taken aback to notice it was Martin. The future Emperor appeared to be struggling with his armor, cursing at the offending chest plate as he ripped it from his body allowing it to fall onto the cold, stone floor with a clang. You winced at the sudden noise, accidentally creaking the door in the process.

Martin immediately looked towards the source of the noise, a look of shock clouding over his emotions before his face turned slightly pink.

"Oh-!" He exclaimed as he took note of you. You smiled sheepishly before rubbing that back of your neck.

"I'm sorry, your highness." You began, a bit of fear swelling up from within you. "I heard a noise and thought they'd sent another assassin. I did not mean to invade your privacy."

"Nonsense, Elena." He smiled faintly. "You're a dear friend and you'll do well to remember that."

"Y-yes your highness," You bowed most ungracefully and turned to leave.

"Please," He pulled the door open fully and gestured towards his chambers. "Keep me company. And don't call me your highness."

"But you'll soon be the Emperor," You mused, walking through the doorway to smile playfully at your friend. "It's my duty to address you accordingly."

Martin ignored your remarks and turned to look back at the mirror, seemingly inspecting every bit of imperfection in his armor. You realized he had been fretting about this for a long time. Martin was no fighter, nor was he a naturally violent person. He'd been living as a priest of Akatosh for quite a long time before the events of Kvatch came into play. Though he had a horrific past of Daedra worshipping, he was by no means wanting to relive any of his past life.

Martin sighed before falling into the armchair across from you, his hands immediately coming up to rub at his temples. "I'm sorry, Elena," He began, frustration easing into his words. "I'm not prepared for this."

"No one is truly fully prepared for war, Martin." You respond, a hint of worry in your voice. You'd been through so much since Kvatch and despite all, you were always taken by surprise when something didn't quite go as planned. You had never wanted to be a hero and Martin had never wanted to be an Emperor. Everything was so, so wrong.

"I should be better than this," He commented dryly as he gestured towards his tunic paired with boots and greaves. He laughed bitterly before shaking his head and resting his forehead in the palm of his hand.

"No," You piped up. "Don't beat yourself up over this. Everyone is on edge this week."

"But I'm to be Emperor, Elena!" He shouted, taking you by surprise. He'd never raised his voice at you before and somehow it made tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You ignored it and stood from your seat to stand directly in front of your future Emperor.

With as much fire you could muster in your voice, you spoke. "Emperor or not, this is a pathetic display."

Martin widened his eyes as he looked up to stare directly at you, the look causing you to feel slightly uncomfortable. While he had never raised his voice towards you before, you had also never spewed insults at him. For Mara's sake, he was your future Emperor, but gods be damned if you were going to let him speak to you in such a manner.

You didn't know if the tension between the two of you finally cracked or if it was something in the moment, but all thoughts and irritations were soon pushed to the side once Martin grabbed ahold of your arm to pull you down for a kiss, your mouths fitting together similar to the perfection of butter on bread.

"M-martin-!"

"Be quiet," He commanded as he pulled you fully onto his lap. All his usual reservations were gone as he ravaged your mouth with his curious, demanding tongue. You practically melted in his embrace, letting all worries vanish. Though you couldn't help the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you were kissing the Emperor - your Emperor. What would Jauffre think of this display? Or the Blades? Or anyone else for that matter?

"Stop thinking so much," He commented against your soft lips, his hold on you becoming quite gentle. You relaxed in his arms, sighing peacefully as he began running a hand up your back, the thin material of your nightgown immediately becoming something of a nuisance.

As if he could read your thought process, he worked to remove the garments, gently tugging on the fastenings. Standing up, you allowed the overly plain gown fall down and pool gracefully at your bare feet. Martin reached out to pull you back to him, which you responded to with a playful shake of your head.

"This doesn't seem quite fair, dear Martin." She fanned his anxious hands away from her being and reached down to unstrap the greaves from his legs. Martin stayed still at first, but after his initial reaction, hovered his hips in the air so she could fully remove the heavy plate. It fell to the ground with a thud along with his bottoms, leaving the young Emperor in nothing but his tunic which he quickly pulled up over his head.

You widened your eyes at the display, your brows raising as you took in the sight of Martin. He was by no means scrawny, nor was he out of shape at all. He wasn't the most muscular man you'd ever seen, yet there was obvious muscles bulging from his arms and torso. You couldn't help but lick your lips as you gazed upon him before remembering that, you too, were completely bare.

You slowly reached up cover up your breasts, a gesture that made Martin crack a smile and reach for you. "You don't have to hide yourself from me," He pulled you towards him in a gentle embrace. "You're beautiful."

You felt a heat rush to your cheeks. Swallowing hard, you glanced down at the young Imperial, your eyes hovering over his face. Those beautiful eyes of his gazing into your very soul causing your knees to buckle from under you. Martin let out a small laugh, his arms tightening around you.

"Put your legs on either side of mine," He commanded. You obeyed his order and straddled his legs, your feet now hanging in the air on both sides of his thighs. You let out a small noise of interest when you felt his length press up against your wetness, your eyes immediately turning away in embarrassment. In mere moments, his hand was gently gripping your chin to turn and face him, a look of desire sweeping across his features.

"Martin," You mumbled softly giving him full permission for what he was about to do. In one swift motion, he was inside, your breath hitching in your throat as the feeling overwhelmed all your sensations all at once.

The chair beneath you creaked as you began a rhythm against one another, Martin doing his part in lifting your body up and slamming you back down onto his attention seeking appendage. You moaned with each movement, his name escaping your lips in soft whimpers. You had wanted so badly to finish with him, but knew your body couldn't hold back.

You came in the most blissful of ways; arms wrapped firmly around his neck as your hips quivered within his hands. You let out a small purr of pleasure as he assisted you in continuing, his tongue coming out to lick at his lips as he watched the display before him.

Remember that this is your future emperor, you silly girl. Ah, that nagging voice made a return. Martin must have noticed your expression, for he pulled you down for one last, longing kiss as he filled you to the brim. The moan that came from him was delightful and made your flushed cheeks flare up once more.

"Martin," You began as he held you firmly against him, his face pressed into your neck. You wiggled uncomfortably as the hint of stubble grazed against your throat causing a tickling sensation. "Stop that!" You remarked as he playfully rubbed his face against your own in response.

After a moment of pampering and playfulness, it was once again silent. You had resumed your previous state of appearance, your simple nightgown thrown back over your head as you stood closer to the door, this time hesitant on what to do. You glanced at the cracked open window to see a hint of the sun coming up. Soon the others would wake and for them to see you in this state; well let's just say you'd rather come face to face with an ice troll.

"Elena," You were broken from your thoughts as Martin came over to gently grip your hand. You couldn't help but smile.

"Yes?" You tentatively reached out to grab his other hand, holding both of them loosely, but lovingly in your palms.

"I don't think I'm going to be nervous anymore," He commented, his eyes devouring your expression. "Just promise me you will always be here. With me."

"Martin, I don't think that I can prom-"

"Promise me," He said, a stern look on his face. "As an oath to your Emperor."

You couldn't help but give him a small, sad smile. You could never be together, but he was stubborn and you knew that he would do anything in his power to change fate. He had changed his; not intentionally, but he has. He would have died as a priest, but now? Now he would live as an emperor.

Leaning your head against his chest, you let out a peaceful sigh. You would live in this moment and treasure it for a lifetime.

"I'll be with you until the end."

And she was.