Chapter CVI – Crimes and Confessions
There was a loud knock on the door to Bishop's room.
Fuck, was it evening again already? The headache was splitting and his mouth was all dry and cottony. He wasn't sure how long he's been sleeping for but it couldn't have been more than a few hours. He just needed a little rest when his head started spinning too much. Besides, it wasn't as if he expected having anything else of substance to do for the rest of the night.
Aeyrin has been in that fucking Castle for three nights already and another one was approaching fast.
Bishop has thought of everything. He scoured the courtyard several times, but every single access point to the Castle was heavily guarded. Even if he bought an invisibility potion, the doors were too narrow to slip in along with someone who was just entering or leaving the Castle – there was no way to avoid colliding into them or one of the guards by the doors. Windows were out of the question too – they were too narrow to fit him, or too high to access without a grappling hook, which would make so much suspicious noise.
There was simply no way to get inside.
Weren't the fucking soldier supposed to be fighting a war or something?! Why were they guarding the Castle as if it held all the riches in Skyrim?!
He needed to see her. To hear from her that she was alright. Anyone's reassurances or rumors were not enough – none of those could be trusted. He just needed to see for himself if she would survive. He wouldn't put it past Casavir to tell him that, just to get rid of him.
The waiting was killing Bishop. He couldn't do anything to stop thinking about the worst case scenarios. About how she was beyond saving, because why else would she be there for three fucking days?! Or… about how she was already dead and the only reason that nobody knew, was because the Legion and the Order were trying to prevent panic about the dragons.
Even the alcohol didn't help him get rid of these thoughts. But what else was there to do?
There was that knock again.
Who the fuck was that?!
Wait… maybe it was finally her!
Bishop sprung from the bed and rushed towards the door, ignoring his rather haggard state and the fact that he smelled like a brewery. He swung the door open eagerly, only to see an Imperial soldier, give him a startled look.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what happened?!
"Uhm… you're the Dragonborn's companion?" the man wrinkled his nose at him as he looked him over with disgust.
"Yeah. What happened?! Is she alright?!" Bishop barked at him hurriedly. This was not a good sign.
"I don't know anything about the Dragonborn's condition. I come with a message from High Queen Elisif. She's asked for you," the soldier shrugged noncommittally.
What?
The Queen asked for him? Why him? If this was about the reward, she would surely wait for Aeyrin to recover. It was her that everyone wanted to deal with anyway.
Unless…
Fuck!
Did the Queen know?!
"Why?!" Bishop snapped at the man again, making him jump in surprise.
"I don't know! Just… go and ask her. And for fuck's sake, man, bathe or something before you do," the man shook his head in disdain before he turned on his heel and left.
This… could not end well. If Elisif knew about the bounty… everything would only get worse. Fuck, he would probably ever get executed. But if he didn't go there… well… it wouldn't really change a thing, would it? She would just have him brought in irons.
And he couldn't just leave without Aeyrin!
It looked like he had no other choice.
…
"I don't know, Falk! I don't have any more ideas than you do! Just… just… please… try to… try to tell them that we're working things out…"
Queen Elisif sat in her throne with her brows creased and her expression desperate and exhausted. She looked oddly less regal than usual, as if something has been wearing her down constantly, making her too tired to keep up her refined persona.
Bishop stood by the stairs nervously, waiting for her conversation with the man to conclude. He couldn't help but throw wary glances at the guards every now and then, but none of them seemed interested in him. That was a good sign, right?
"Your majesty… they demand compensation for the attack… they are expecting large sums of money to…" Falk shook his head regretfully at Elisif, but he was promptly interrupted.
"We don't have large sums of money to compensate them with Falk!" she threw her hands up in exasperation. "If the General cannot release the funds… I…" she dropped her head into her hand and started slowly massaging her forehead.
There was a long moment of silence in the chamber while nobody dared to utter a word. It was only broken when Elisif raised her head again with a defeated expression.
"Please, Falk, stall. Just… stall…" she sighed, finally eliciting a nod from the man before he turned on his heel and started walking towards the stairs.
Elisif sat in exasperation for a few more seconds before she raised her head and looked over the room, spotting Bishop fidgeting nervously by the stairs. She gave him a somewhat strained smile as she stood up from her throne.
"Oh. Good. The messenger found you. Bishop, correct?" she called out to him, inclining her head politely in greeting.
He couldn't talk. All he could manage was a nod in response.
"Yes… I would like to speak to you privately, if you don't mind. Follow me, please," Elisif started to walk, past the stairs and towards one of the doors in the large hall, with her elegant red dress flowing behind her. Bishop noticed instantly that some of the nobles sitting around started to whisper to each other excitedly, looking at him.
What the fuck was going on?!
This was beyond weird! And was he still drunk, or did that sound a little… hmm… suggestive? What would she want with someone like him privately?
He followed her on uneasy legs as his head threatened to burst with the amount of thoughts swirling in it. Or maybe it was just the hangover.
He entered the room tentatively and closed the door behind him when Elisif inclined her head towards it.
The chamber was lavish, with a large bed with posts and canopy, a private bathing tub and expensive wardrobes and jewelry displays everywhere. It even smelled rich… whatever that meant.
Bishop looked around nervously before he threw Elisif an uncertain expression.
"Well, don't look so uncomfortable! This is mostly for your benefit," she chuckled lightly, but there was still strain on her young face. He wasn't sure if it was because of what he overheard earlier, or because of whatever was about to happen.
"I was racking my brain of what the appropriate reward would be for your services. You have saved my people. Not to mention saving me from the political maelstrom which would eventually follow," she sighed while she sat herself on the bed and opened her nightstand.
She pulled out a parchment from it. It looked very old and worn.
What was it? Was she about to reward them with some ancient spell or some shit like that?
"Then wouldn't you know… something odd practically fell into my lap. Literally. It was delivered to me anonymously and… I am uncertain what the intent behind it was, but… here we are…" she sighed again while she slowly unraveled the parchment, careful not to damage it.
When she was done, she turned it towards Bishop.
FUCK!
His blood turned cold as the images stared at him menacingly.
He suspected this, didn't he? But it still somehow caught him off guard. He got the urge to run, but what the fuck would that solve at that point. He kept staring at the parchment, reading the words, even though he knew what it said all too well.
.
WANTED
Dead or alive
The Thrice-Banished clan
If any of these persons are caught on the territory of the Imperial province of Skyrim, by the order of High King Torygg, any brave citizens that manage to capture or dispose of any of the clan members, are deserving of a reward of 20 000 septims per head.
.
The professionally drawn faces of his father and mother stared back at him hatefully while the three faces of the very young children below seemed to look rather scared for some reason.
Maybe he was just projecting…
He swallowed audibly. His lips refused to move and any words refused to come out. What would he say anyway? This was it. His parents' shit finally caught up with him.
He looked at the young boy on the poster. He couldn't even recognize himself with how young he was there, but there was some resemblance. Did his image really look as terrified and helpless as he felt right now?
"Now… I wasn't really sure of what to do with this… I had no idea why this was suddenly delivered to me… and so… suspiciously… but then I noticed the resemblance," Elisif glanced at the poster and her eyes settled on Torban.
Ugh… Bishop hated when people said that he looked just like him. Nobody could ever even fucking recognize him from his childhood portrait if it weren't for his fucking scumbag father!
Elisif observed him for a while with her brows creased deeply. Strangely, there was no hint of hate or disgust there. Did she look even sympathetic? No… it was definitely just wishful thinking.
He was fucked…
"Listen, Bishop. You have helped rid my Hold of a terrible threat. You are helping the only person who can actually protect my people from the dragons. And I… I would go to great lengths to protect my husband's legacy… to honor his wishes… but this… I simply cannot condone this…" she sighed with a regretful shake of her head.
Wait… what was she actually saying?
"I mean… how old are you here?!" she raised her brows at the image as she looked the young boy over.
He wanted to answer, but he still couldn't. The age didn't really matter anyway – the bounty was supposed to be issued on the whole 'clan' – the whole family. Even those who were not born yet. It may have only been the three children portrayed there, but if anyone for any reason found out who any of them were, the bounty was still valid. It was a detail that Thorn particularly loved about this bounty shit. Even if Jules wasn't on the posters, that were luckily now very hard to find, he was still technically wanted. It was something that Thorn never forgot to remind Bishop of.
"I would still like to think that even in these terrible times, people are capable of compassion. And their leader should be an example to that." This time he didn't imagine it – Elisif's smile was full of sympathy.
She reached to her nightstand again and pulled out another parchment – this one was much smaller, neat and new, tied with a silk red ribbon. She placed the poster gently on her bed and approached Bishop while she handed him the rolled up paper.
His hand was shaking when he took it from her. Unfolding it was a bit more difficult than he would have liked.
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I, High Queen of Skyrim, Elisif the Fair,
hereby pronounce Bishop Thrice-Banished absolved of his crimes against the province of Skyrim and city of Solitude for his heroism and services in honor of the Haafingar Hold. Any bounties upon his person issued by my late husband High King Torygg are null and void and any attempts at their collection will be met with the appropriate legal consequences.
.
There was a neat signature at the bottom along with two seals – one of the Imperial Dragon, the other the insignia of the city of Solitude.
This felt like a dream.
His hand was still shaking.
He needed to calm down.
"I could have just ignored this altogether, I suppose. But just the fact that somebody sent this to me… well… they may want to… collect. So I thought this would be an appropriate reward for your services. If anyone tries to give you any trouble about this, that's what the proclamation is for. And I assure you, I will repeat it to anyone who wishes to claim this bounty," Elisif squeezed his shoulder reassuringly when she noticed his still rattled state.
How was a fucking queen so nice? He wondered, for a brief while, whether there was an agenda behind this, but he chased the thoughts away. He wanted to be happy with this, without any suspicions. At least for a while. Just this once. He didn't want to think about what could go wrong.
"But listen, there is still something we need to discuss," she sighed while she returned to sit back on her bed before she started rolling to old parchment with the bounty back up.
"This absolves you of the banishment from Solitude and the province as a whole – the orders that Torygg issued. I wish I could help, but… I cannot ask Jarl Siddgeir or Jarl Balgruuf to do the same. And I certainly cannot ask Jarl Law-Giver! Not with how strained the political situation is Skyrim is. As far as the law is concerned, you are still officially banished from the three Holds. I could press the issue… but that would only bring attention to it. As of now, none of them likely even know of this. I thought this would be the safest option. If you wish to fight these accusations there… I will support you. But I… would suggest that you didn't. It may not end as well as we'd hope. And that is why I am giving this to you privately too. If the word of this got out, some people, especially the ones affected by your family's crimes, could demand some sort of recompense. Some might demand your head, regardless of how little you had to do with the crimes, considering your age. If word got out, it could also somewhat… threaten my… strictness… as a ruler. I would rather avoid this. What do you say?"
'Say'? As if he could talk!
Finally he managed to nod slowly and speak, but his voice was all hoarse. "No one will hear about this from me," he cleared his throat uncomfortably. As if he would ever want to deal with this kind of stress again.
"Good. Then we understand each other. Honestly, prosecuting the Dragonborn's companion was not really a tempting prospect. I'd really hate antagonizing her," Elisif giggled lightly. "Only use this if anyone gives you trouble specifically for these crimes. And needless to say, should you break the law now, this will not help you," she wiggled her finger threateningly at him, but there was still a smile on her face.
"Yeah…" he nodded again. He still felt rather dumbfounded.
"You may go now. And please, give lady Aeyrin my best when she recovers," she smiled again while she took the old parchment and placed it back into her nightstand. That was also rather comforting to hear. Surely if Aeyrin was in dire condition or even dead, Elisif would know. Hopefully, she would not be so callous to suggest to Bishop directly that she would recover, if that was the case.
"Thanks…" Bishop murmured as he turned towards the door.
This was like a huge loadstone falling from him.
But it wouldn't be him if, soon enough, it wasn't replaced by another one. What would he tell Aeyrin if she asked about the reward for the Wolf Queen thing? And more importantly, who sent the bounty to her?
The only ones that still remembered this shit were probably the bandits.
And…
Casavir.
…
Bishop walked back towards the tavern, deep in thought.
Would the tin-head really do this? He wouldn't put it past him. Casavir could easily think that, with Aeyrin incapacitated, it would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of Bishop for good. With a bounty this big, he would surely be executed, if it weren't for Elisif's surprising compassion.
Then again, wouldn't Casavir just arrest him himself? The last time he did that, he only pinned Bishop's 'current' crimes on him. He could have easily pulled this shit out too and there would be no reason for the guards not to execute him outright.
Maybe Casavir just wanted to look like he had nothing to do with this in front of Aeyrin. Maybe he hoped she'd go crying on his shoulder then.
Fucker…
An amicable slap suddenly landed on his back.
Bishop didn't even notice anyone approach. He shouldn't really get so consumed in his thoughts while walking the streets – next time he could lose his coin purse.
He turned around, only to see the Redguard paladin grin at him.
"Hey, man," Azshan nodded at him in greeting.
Bishop was not in the mood for him.
Although…
"Hey… how is she?" he asked instantly. That guy probably wouldn't be this cheery if something went wrong. Right?
"She's fine. Don't worry. She's almost fully recovered now. Cas just wants to keep her there a bit for observation," Azshan smiled at him reassuringly.
That was a relief – everything seemed to be pointing to her wellbeing. Bishop still wanted to see it for himself, he didn't trust anyone fully, not with Aeyrin. And… he really missed her. He felt so… empty without her around. It was not like when they were apart for a mission. It was much worse when he didn't know for certain that she was coming back to him. He couldn't stand that feeling.
"Of course he does…" Bishop groaned. Fucking tin-head. He just wanted to be around her longer. He was probably still trying to spew some shit about him to Aeyrin.
"Yeah… she wanted me to give you a message. That she'll be fine, that she misses you and other stuff like that, but I had a better idea," Azshan's grin widened mischievously.
"What? Give me the message!" Bishop growled at him. Although, it might be weird hearing stuff like that from him…
"No. Like I said, I've got a better idea. Follow me," he gave him a sly grin before he walked past him and headed towards the city gates.
What the fuck was he up to?
Bishop didn't trust him.
But… he was really curious. He had his knife ready if the paladin tried something.
…
"Well, here we are," Azshan grinned again as he stopped in front of the large bush by the city walls.
What the fuck? He walked with Bishop outside the city, along the ramparts for no obvious reason. And now he was showing him a fucking bush?
Azshan laughed heartily at his confused expression before he pressed his hand against the thick branches and pulled them away from the wall. There was a door behind that… and judging by how far they've walked…
"Is this… does that lead to that Castle?!" Bishop's eyes went wide at him.
"Shhh… it's a secret. It leads to the kitchens. I personally like to think that the kitchen staff uses this to escape for a bit of… entertainment during their shifts," Azshan snickered like a little boy before he gave Bishop a roguish grin.
Why was everyone so fucking nice to him today?!
"Here. This is for you. When I was leaving the Castle, Aeyrin was just planning to head to the chapel," the Redguard winked while he passed him a folded parchment.
So many papers today…
Bishop unfolded it, only to have it reveal a building plan of the Castle.
The fuck…?
"Why?!" he looked at him in disbelief.
"Oh come on, this is the most fun rebellious thing I've done in ages! And Aeyrin's been all mopey! She's no fun like that!" Azshan laughed again.
This was so suspicious. He wouldn't really do this… would he? Just so that Aeyrin wouldn't mope around. Just so that he would do something rebellious. This was fucking suspicious. What was his real motivation? And why was he…
Oh, fuck all that!
He wanted to see Aeyrin! He needed to see Aeyrin. He couldn't stand this anymore.
"Well, you're on your own now. Not a word about my involvement, alright?" Azshan gave him a surprisingly stern look. "Aeyrin doesn't know either, so keep it that way. And for Gods' sake, don't get caught! The staff won't care, but some of the soldiers might."
…
The days have been so long since Aeyrin gradually stayed more conscious.
She almost felt back to her full strength now, but Casavir insisted that she had to stay for two more days, just in case. His concern was sweet, but hardly necessary, just like in the dungeon.
She didn't protest yet, but she was eventually planning to.
Maybe just one more night. She felt like she couldn't sleep properly without Bishop by her side, but the bed was really comfortable. She almost felt sorry for hogging it from Casavir – he looked so tired in these past few days. He mentioned some trouble with the nobles, but he didn't elaborate, only saying he didn't want to worry her.
That hardly stopped the worries.
Casavir and Azshan spent time with her whenever they could, but they've been so busy with Order business that most of the time, she was left alone in Casavir's chambers. A few other members talked to her in the halls, when she went to stretch her legs, but only briefly. She got so used to not being alone that the solitude with her own thoughts and worries was becoming somewhat tiring.
Some time at the chapel might ease her mind though. It's been a while since she spent any time in meditation. It always used to help.
The small chapel was blessedly empty and the myriad of candles around the large statue to Akatosh created a somewhat magical atmosphere. The smell of incense and old wood filled her nose and it reminded her so much of the chapel in Chorrol. The grey stone of the walls looked much less depressing with the candlelight illuminating almost every inch and the subtle golden decorations on the sides of the pews and the lectern glittered beautifully in it.
She knelt by the large statue, closing her eyes.
Just a minute of peace would surely make her feel better.
But that was apparently not to be, as a rather pointedly loud closing of the door startled her. Strange, she didn't even hear it open.
She looked over her shoulder in annoyance, but in a second, her eyes went wide at the sight.
"Bishop?!" she gaped at him. How in the Gods' names did he get there?!
"Hey, sweetness," he gave her a gentle smile. There was such relief etched on his face at the sight of her.
She got up from the floor and rushed towards him instantly. When he outstretched his arms, she jumped into his embrace, hugging him tightly, almost desperately.
"By the Eight, what are you doing here?! How did you get in?" she gasped before she buried her face into his neck and started planting eager kisses at the side of it, despite her curiosity. She couldn't help herself. She missed him, and having his warm strong arms wrapped around her made her instantly more at ease and more excited than she's been in the past few days.
"Heh… It's a secret, I guess…" he chuckled while his hands roamed around her back, occasionally entangling in her hair and crumpling the fabric of the white robe that she was still wearing.
"You… you snuck in? Bish, what if someone finds you here? Casavir said… he said you're not allowed anywhere near the Castle… that you attacked him… again…" she shook her head at him admonishingly. "Anyone could come in here!"
He planted a soothing kiss on her forehead as his hands left her to rummage in his pockets instead. He always had some handy. He fished out a set of lockpicks and pulled away from her briefly, bending down towards the door and fiddling with the lock.
"There. All alone now, princess," he smiled at her. It was surprisingly more affectionate than suggestive, like she would have expected.
"Bishop… I'm already feeling fine! I can leave soon. Casavir just wanted to make sure… I… why would you risk this?" she shook her head in disbelief. Not that she wasn't glad to see him, but… if someone caught him now, just as they could almost be back to normal again, it would only make everything so much worse. This was not worth the risk, as much as she wanted him there. Didn't he get the message from Azshan?
"I needed to see you…" he answered quietly while his face turned serious.
"Why? Did something happen?" she gave him a worried expression. What was so urgent that it couldn't wait another day or so? His expression did nothing to ease her concerns.
"No, princess. I needed to see you," his eyes were so intense just then, staring deep into hers and strangely beseeching. She didn't understand what he meant. If it was supposed to be some kind of innuendo, he would surely not look this serious, would he? And besides, he was not as impatient to risk actual death for that.
"You… I mean… but why would you risk…" she stammered. She felt oddly uncertain under his intense gaze.
"Don't you get it? I needed to see you. I couldn't spend another minute knowing that there was a way for me to get here and… not do that! You think that I was happy believing anyone who told me that you were fine? I needed to see for myself. I can't stand just waiting if you'll actually come back when I don't even fucking know what happened to you. I can't stand being apart from you like that. I couldn't stop thinking about you," Bishop grabbed her upper arms firmly, as if he was trying to make sure that she was actually there. The exasperation from the last couple of days was palpable on his face, but it was still so stupidly risky…
"I just don't get…"
"What don't you get?! I love you!"
Aeyrin wasn't sure which one of them was more shocked at the words that have left his mouth.
It felt like an eternity.
They stopped hugging and touching completely. They were just standing there, motionless and staring at each other for what seemed like a really long time. None of them spoke a word and there was absolutely no sound to be heard in the small chapel.
Bishop's expression changed suddenly. He still looked shocked, but now there was a strange panic and sadness in his eyes.
Oh Gods, she didn't say anything yet!
"Well I… I… I love you too… I think…" she stammered as her brain was slowly starting to work again. Her thoughts were still swirling wildly though, so much so that she couldn't really tell what she was thinking. There was too much of it, all at once – she wasn't sure if she should think more about how she felt, or about how to answer him and what exactly to say, or if she should still think about how stupidly dangerous it was for him to come here.
"You 'think'?" he narrowed his eyes. She wasn't sure if it angered him or if it confused him. He himself looked like he wasn't sure how to react to that.
"Well… I… I don't know! How do you tell? I certainly think I do! I never… I never felt this before. I think about you constantly! And it's just… weird and scary and… all fuzzy and exciting…" she cringed a little at her own words. She was uncertain whether she actually managed to convey anything coherent.
He smiled slightly, but he still seemed just as shocked at the way in which the conversation was unfolding.
"I… I don't know either. I just… fuck… do you have any idea how worried I was? Even if people told me you'd be fine… I… I never felt this way before either. Just… who the fuck cares what's it called?" he chuckled at her a little exasperatedly.
"We can… we can call it that. I think I like saying it. I love you," she gave him a demure smile. She couldn't keep away from him anymore and she hurled herself back into his embrace suddenly, planting her mouth over his in a deep passionate kiss.
"I… hmm… love you… too" he groaned in between hurried eager kisses. His hands moved back to tangle in her hair and crumple her clothing. He was gripping her as if she could slip from his fingers at any minute. They got lost in each other's embrace instantly and all the worries about Bishop's presence there were suddenly completely gone.
"How… how are you… feeling… sweetness?" Bishop didn't stop the frantic exchange, but he managed to throw her a brief concerned look.
She wasn't certain if he was really asking how she was feeling or if he was trying to ascertain whether she was well enough to put some action to their confessions, but at that point, she didn't care at all. She certainly couldn't keep herself from his touch now.
"Def… ah… definitely… well enough…" she gasped with a light chuckle when he nipped at her neck, earning a pleased laugh from Bishop. He hoisted her in his arms promptly, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and he quickly carried her further from the door towards the large statue. He never stopped constantly nipping at her flesh.
He set her back on her feet by the statue and he embraced her tightly, groping every inch of her through the robes.
She stumbled over the small steps just behind, her, almost colliding with the lectern, but he held her too tightly for that. In a few seconds, he lifted her up on those steps and pressed her back against the lectern instead, as he stepped up on the small elevated spot along with her. Her hands slid eagerly under his tunic to feel up the taut muscles as her fingers began running over his pecs and abdomen.
He started crumpling her robe again and lifting the fabric up to her thighs. His other hand slid down between her legs instantly to tease her and she eagerly spread her legs a bit to allow him access.
"Fuck, you're now wearing anything under this?" he half-chuckled and half-groaned in arousal.
"W-well… it's long… r-robe… and I… felt weird… aahh… washing my clothes in… Casavir's ba… aaah!"
He drove his fingers inside her suddenly while his other hand moved to her hair, clenching it in a fist and tilting her head back. His mouth was on her neck in an instant, sucking hard on the usual spot. She'd have to heal it this time, unfortunately – no one could know that Bishop was here. Besides, they might suspect that some leftover mark appeared on her neck after the vampire's attack. That would likely not bode well for her plans to leave the Castle.
"Don't… say… his name… right now…" Bishop growled against her skin while he kept biting into the sensitive patch of it. Her legs started to shiver and her hands gripped his flanks for support. At least she was still leaning on the tilted lectern to keep herself from tumbling to the ground while his fingers probed her deeply.
She let out a loud moan at his treatment of her. It made her whole body heat up almost unbearably.
"Say mine," he growled again. His mouth and teeth left her neck and he moved them up to her jaw. His fingers never stopped moving inside her while his thumb rubbed over her sensitive clit.
"Bishop… ahh… Bishop… I love you!" she cried out as she arched her back against the lectern when his mouth captured hers in a passionate deep kiss. His fingers left her suddenly, making her only desperate for more.
He didn't break the kiss for a second though while he grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up to lean her backside and lower back against the lectern. Her legs wrapped around his waist again instinctively and with heavy panting, she pressed herself more into the cold wood beneath her that held her displayed there instead of the usual prayer book.
Thank the Gods that it was set into the stone steps… hopefully it would hold.
Bishop started to undo his trousers with one hand while the other grasped at the robe, trying to pull it up along her body to reveal more of her naked flesh. It was somewhat of a difficult task while they both still tried not to fall off of the lectern and the steps respectively.
She helped him out impatiently and yanked the robe from herself, throwing it somewhere far away, before she quickly draped her arms around his neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair in a tight grip as she pressed his face onto her flushed naked breasts. Her necklaces dangled on her collar and in between her soft mounds, and she could have sworn that she felt his lips quirk up against her skin when he had to push them out of the way.
He kissed her all over her chest wildly, nipping at her flesh, sucking at her nipples. He positioned the tip of his cock to her entrance and teased around the area for a while. He ran the head through her folds eagerly, never entering her, while he guided himself with one hand as the other supported her thighs up against the lectern. He pressed himself closer to her while his cock kept teasing her frustratingly. Then he raised his head from her cleavage for a brief while to nip at her earlobe languidly.
"I love you, Aeyrin, sweetness," he rumbled in her ear. There was an odd second of gentle calm before he thrust into her, returning to the frantic kissing and groping.
They both moaned loudly with each thrust, unable to stop their hands from roaming around each other's bodies. Bishop's mouth kept kissing and nipping at every inch of each Aeyrin's skin that it could reach while she let out heavy gasps and sighs into his ear.
One of his hands returned to tease her clit and she instantly shuddered against him, squeezing his cock firmly inside wetness. He instantly picked up the pace, making his thrusts harder, faster and deeper with every second. His hand never ceased its ministrations either.
"Gods… ahh!" she cried out when she felt the familiar sensation overwhelm her and wreak through her body. His cock throbbed deep inside her while her walls squeezed and pulsated around him intensely.
"Yeah… fuck… let… let them hear!" he laughed in between the heavy breaths and grunts before he bit down into her shoulder.
All those fucking Gods could just watch in envy.
He found a much better salvation.
He found her.