Author's Note:

So… this is another very long smutty chapter O:) I'm sorry, it's almost all awful and cringy smut :D But there are still some other parts too. So if you're not into the lemony bits, just skip them – they should be pretty easy to identify. And mind the kink warning, as usual O:)

Otherwise, enjoy the chapter :)

Chapter CXI – Nothing but Time

Travelling the road back to Whiterun was so freeing.

Especially now, when they felt so unencumbered by all the Solitude politics.

Bishop eventually got even more talkative than Aeyrin had expected during their 'celebration'. He told her all about the banishments on his family. He told her about how their parents harassed the richest of Skyrim's nobles across several Holds, stealing under their noses and often using their children to help out with their robbing. It was all very familiar to her – apparently neither of their parents ever had any qualms about having children do their dirty work.

Bishop's family clan had become notorious as they gradually collected so many charges to their names and bounties on their heads, that all the Holds proclaimed them banished. They evaded the authorities successfully, but any given banishment had always put the guards on too high of an alert. So much so that it was more profitable for their clan to move to another Hold altogether.

Eventually they ended up in Solitude. They were even living in a closed-off wing of the Blue Palace and robbing the crown directly. It didn't take long for them to get banished from Haafingar too and, by High King Torygg's orders, they were even forbidden to stay in the entire province.

Bishop was right, there must have been many people who were still angry about losing their fortunes to these notorious bandits. If any of this got out, it would, without a doubt, put a horrible target on their backs. Aeyrin needed to learn to let things like this go.

It wasn't easy though. She knew that Jarl Balgruuf was grateful to them and that he may be willing to lift the banishment for his Hold. Especially since Bishop had very little to do with it, since he was not even four years old yet back then, by his own admission.

But he didn't want it to be brought up in any way.

So she was determined to just grit her teeth and keep her mouth shut.

For him.

They continued across the familiar plains of Whiterun Hold relatively undisturbed. On the horizon, they could see that a storm was approaching steadily, but they could likely make it to the city before it hit. And if not, they could always find some shelter along the southern mountains. Sleeping in heavy rain was not a pleasant prospect after all.

"Hey, sweetness, didn't you say you got a new Shout from your… outing with the tin-head?" Bishop asked after a while of silence. How did he manage to sound so excited and hateful in one sentence?

"Oh yeah! I completely forgot about it! I only looked up the word. It means… 'time'," Aeyrin shrugged uncertainly. She had no idea what strange spell she should even begin to imagine.

"'Time'? It's gonna be something stupid again, right?" Bishop smirked. "Like you're gonna Shout and it will tell you what time it is? I mean… you gotta consider, the ancient Dragonborn likely used these like spells – for everything. I'm just waiting for the one that says 'bathe'," he laughed heartily before he began walking out of the way, further from the trail, in order to make room for her test.

She giggled at him. It was possible. And the bathing Shout wouldn't be half-bad either. She wouldn't have to freeze when they needed to wash up in the wilderness. Then again, Bishop was mostly taking care of keeping her warm during that lately.

She waited until he was far enough and, with palpable curiosity, she faced away from him too, just in case.

"TIID!"

Huh… nothing seemed to happen…

Although… wasn't the wind stronger before? Or faster maybe. Maybe she was controlling the wind somehow?

She turned back to look at Bishop in order to check whether he wasn't enveloped in some malevolent aura or some such. He looked completely fine. Karnwyr was running circles around Bishop's legs but suddenly, she noticed just how slow his motions were. Actually, he was almost completely still.

That was incredible! She could slow time! She could manipulate time!

Well… not that she thought about it, that was much more scary than incredible.

Although… it was kind of both.

"Are you alright there, princess?!" Bishop called out to her from afar. It seemed like everything was back to normal again already.

"Yeah!" she called back to him. He probably didn't notice anything. And why would he? The Shout seemed to affect everything except for her. Well… everything in the area at least. But how could it affect only time in one area? Wouldn't that create some strange events? What if someone was standing just at the border of that area? Would half of their body be slowed?

Gods, her head was starting to hurt. She needed to stop thinking about that. It was slowing time everywhere, surely. That was a much easier concept to grasp. The entire… Nirn… slowed its movement because she Shouted…

Divines…

She really needed to stop thinking about the particularities of the Shout. It wasn't hurting anyone to have time slowed anyway. She was the only one affected, technically. She should just think about how this could be of use to her.

That gave her an idea.

"Hold on, I'll try again!" she called out to Bishop once more and he only nodded in response.

He kept looking around himself to see if anything had changed with her previous attempt.

Maybe the Shout didn't know what time it was… It was pretty hard to tell with the clouds darkening the skies. Although Bishop doubted that the Shout would tell time the same way that people did. It was uncomfortable to even think about those weird insults that the Shouts made up for Aeyrin – this was even weirder.

He watched Aeyrin turn her back to him again as she prepared herself to Shout.

It probably did something else entirely. Maybe it had to have a target – like the red aura, or the iceberg that she could incase people in. And there was that weird green light which once enveloped Karnwyr. They still had no idea what that one did.

Maybe if either of them knew more about magic, her strange Shouts wouldn't be so surprising. The mages certainly sounded like they had some more insight into the workings of these… spells. Then again, they may have just been using too many fancy words while they weren't actually saying anything coherent or meaningful. Bishop was pretty sure that it was their usual tactic. It made them feel superior.

"TIID!"

Bishop squinted at Aeyrin carefully. Nothing seemed to be…

What the fuck?!

Suddenly he felt her pressing close to him and his arms shot instinctively to embrace her. Her lips were already on his, kissing him languidly, although, in his shock, he didn't even manage to respond to that at first.

How did that happen? He didn't even see her heading towards him. When she did that fast movement Shout of hers, he always saw at least a blurry smudge.

He pushed her away gently and stared at her in shock while she merely giggled at him.

"It slows time! Literally. I can move completely normally but everything around me is almost standing still," she bit her lower lip in excitement.

Fuck, how was that even possible?! She was manipulating time itself?!

"You're fucking shitting me! That's… insane," Bishop scowled. He was weirdly uncomfortable with that notion. He didn't like the thought of him being all motionless while she could do anything to him. Or… did he? Now that he thought about it… it didn't sound so bad actually. They could certainly figure out some fun ways in which to use this Shout.

And even in battle, this could be a great advantage. She could just bash everyone's skull in while they were slowed down. She could even stop projectiles from hitting them, right? Or not? They needed to know how all this really worked.

"We need to do some testing," he nodded at her resolutely. She gave him a curious look as he reached back for his bow and quickly aimed one of his arrows off into the distance. "Ready?" he gave her a sidelong glance.

She nodded briskly after she figured out what he was doing. If this actually slowed his arrow too, it could really come in handy during battles.

Bishop let his arrow loose and she instantly Shouted again.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him. His arrow flew in the expected trajectory and hit the ground harmlessly a few hundred paces from where they were standing. Aeyrin, however, was already beaming at him in excitement.

"It worked!" she grinned.

"Really? It slowed the arrow too?" Bishop raised his brow at her with a hint of doubt. Not that he doubted her words; it was all just still somewhat unbelievable. If this could slow projectiles, it could slow things like blizzards or lightning. It could slow down spells!

This thing really had potential.

It was too bad that he didn't know any spells. But Aeyrin did.

"Hey, can you do those wards that they taught you at the College?" he turned to her again.

"Not that well. I can't keep it up for too long and…" she trailed off slowly as she realized what he was trying to figure out. He wanted to know if it affected spells. It should, right? Everything was slowed down. But what of some magical effects like waterbreathing spells or even her ethereal Shout? Maybe those could be prolonged. It would only be useful if she was affected by said spell though. Otherwise nothing would be any different. She wasn't sure if a ward counted, but it was a good place to start.

She raised her hand and wiggled her fingers a little to form the transparent faintly blue swirling shield in front of herself. She should really practice these more – she already knew that she couldn't keep this up for long.

"TIID!"

Time slowed all around her and she observed the ward intently. Soon enough, she couldn't keep the magic up any longer, but when her hand fell down, the swirling shield remained where it was. Well… it wasn't exactly swirling anymore either, just flowing very, very slowly.

That was amazing! Not that it was in any way useful… if time wasn't flowing anyway, what good would a ward do? But they did know now that the Shout affected spells too. The mages at the College would be so proud of their research.

The second the time returned to its regular pace, the ward disappeared. She did beam a bright smile at Bishop though.

"Yeah?" he raised his brow in surprise. She wasn't sure why he was still surprised.

There was only one other thing that they could think of trying after that. They needed to know if any magic that affected Aeyrin specifically would last longer. Aeyrin could only think of waterbreathing spells and potions that would come in handy that way, but surely some other uses would become apparent. Perhaps if she ever fell off the Throat of the World, this was her way to survive the very long fall. Her ethereal Shout should hold the answer to that.

"FEIM!"

She took a breath and waited a while as her throat tickled with an odd light sensation. The Shout to slow down time wouldn't outlast her ethereal one if she didn't wait – she needed to time it just right.

"TIID!"

She waited. She could only register the light, incredibly slow movements around her – Bishop's eyes, slowly roving from one side to the other, Karnwyr's fur ruffling languidly with every one of his breaths and the subtle tilt of grass in the slow wind.

She was still ethereal. It wouldn't have lasted this long under normal circumstances. That was a great discovery.

The time returned back to normal and her form only now started to slowly dissipate. Bishop didn't notice anything again. It was no wonder, how could he tell the difference? He only looked at her curiously.

"That worked too. It lasted all through the Shout," she beamed. The scenarios where she could imagine the usefulness of this were still not many, but it was very comforting to know how this worked properly. It made the whole concept of altering time less daunting.

"That's… interesting. So it can prolong just spells? Or the state of your body? Like sensations. If someone hit you, would it hurt longer?" Bishop pondered. Somehow, he sounded even more curious than before. And there was a strangely eager smirk on his face.

"You wanna hit me?" Aeyrin chuckled at him. He did raise an interesting point, but his eagerness was a little disturbing. It wasn't as if she wasn't willing to try in the spirit of their 'research', but his smile made her a little apprehensive. And it was not as if she couldn't just hit herself, or pinch herself or something.

"No, I'm thinking of a more… interesting approach," he gave her a suggestive wink. "We really need to test this thoroughly, princess."

Oh… that was what he meant.

Could it really prolong sensations like that? She could just try on the spot, but his idea was much more tempting. She would certainly rather try prolonging pleasure than pain.

Her cheeks flushed instantly and she gave him a hurried nod.

Bishop looked over the horizon at the approaching dark clouds. The storm would be there soon, and it would take a long time to get to Whiterun anyway. He inclined his head towards the mountains to the south instead.

The sooner they got to their experiments, the better.

…

The rainfall hit even before they had managed to reach the mountains and it was an intense one.

They managed to get into a lone cavern somewhere near the familiar ruins of Brittleshin Pass. They were soaked by the sudden rain and the wind howled through the entrance of the cavern menacingly, but the strange foreboding atmosphere the storms brought was quickly obliterated by their cozy hideout. They made a fire and got rid of their armors and clothes swiftly, letting them dry off near the flames. It wasn't even evening yet, but they didn't have to hurry to get to Whiterun anyway. There were no pressing quests and they had nothing but time on their hands.

Karnwyr was strangely excited about the downpour. He hasn't been afraid of thunder for ages now, but he had never really enjoyed storms. This time, he actually ran outside the cavern into the rain. Perhaps he was too tired of them spending all their time in the cities and he wanted to enjoy the elements to his heart's content.

Or maybe he felt a little like a fifth wheel.

Bishop's mouth moved down from Aeyrin's neck where he had left several prominent marks. He hasn't done that in a while and he always liked to annoy those ice-brain Companion brothers by showing them exactly whom she belonged to.

She might try to hide the marks by her hair, but Bishop knew that she wouldn't heal them.

He kissed her down her collarbone, allowing his tongue to graze her skin while his hands kneaded her breasts eagerly. She promptly arched her back against him and tilted her head back with a low moan escaping her lips. He squeezed her breasts together and his tongue, along with the teasing nips of his teeth, concentrated on the crease between them.

Fuck, if there was only one thing that he could touch ever again in his life, it would definitely be her tits.

She writhed under him, aching for his touch between her legs, but he seemed to be too preoccupied by playing with her breasts as he nipped and licked at her skin constantly. She snaked her hand down along her belly in frustration, but he snatched it up instantly and held it pinned to the furs of the bedroll below her.

"Ah-ah, patience, sweetness," he snickered at her maliciously, eliciting an impatient groan from her. He continued the pleasant but highly frustrating teasing for quite some time yet before his kisses found their way over her belly towards her slit.

His ministrations were languid and gentle at first, but then he changed the approach, making her gasp in surprise. She arched her back and moaned when he started to suck on her clit and her hands instantly grabbed his short hair, pressing him against her. His tongue entered her only in a few moments later, twisting in her depths and driving her crazy with buildup.

Her high-pitched sighs of pleasure kept spurring him on. He returned one of his hands to her breast and she instantly placed one of hers upon it, squeezing herself along with him.

An intense shiver went through her in her climax and her thighs pressed on his head subconsciously while he continued to tease her, now in a much slower and more relaxed manner. Her grip on his hand on her breast loosened a minute later and her body slumped with a pleasant hum coursing through her entire being. Bishop moved his kissing back up again along her body until he stopped at her neck once more. His weight was pressing her into the bedroll while she still tried to collect her breath.

"Didn't you want to try that Shout?" Bishop chuckled at her. His warm breath tickled her neck tantalizingly and it did not help her steady her own breathing in any way.

"Oh… I… I forgot… you… distracted me…" she stammered through her panting while her body struggled to heave properly under his weight.

"It's not really gonna work without the 'distraction', you know?" he smirked before he bit gently into the extremely sensitive skin of her neck, eliciting yet another lustful groan out of her.

Bishop snaked his hands under her back suddenly and flipped the both of them over, sitting her up on his lap. Finally she could breathe! Her hands rested on his chest, her back arched and her breasts got squeezed together as she took a few deep breaths with a demure smile. He was never sure whether she made those expressions and arched her body like that because she knew how much it would entice him, or whether she wasn't even thinking about that.

It hardly mattered though – the result was the same either way. Bishop gripped her buttcheeks with a low impatient grunt and she quickly let one of her hands travel under her body to grab his cock firmly and position him to her entrance. She was still so sensitive from her previous release and the contact of his flesh on hers made her shiver all over.

She impaled herself on him slowly, eliciting a loud moan from the both of them at the languid feeling of his hard cock grazing along her slick walls, deeper and deeper. Bishop did not stay idle for long and he began moving against her instantly, slowly at first. One of his hands grabbed her by her hip and the other moved upwards to gently stroke over her jaw. He kept up the slow pace and movements for a while as two of his fingers strummed over her lower lip teasingly.

She enveloped her lips around his fingers in an instant, making what she hoped would be a tempting display. She closed her eyes, sucking in his fingers while she kept slowly moving up and down on him, taking him deep inside with every thrust. She bit into the tips of his fingers when she withdrew her mouth from them, giving him a demure look. He did seem to enjoy the sight. He kept staring at her with hungry intense eyes and he let out a pointedly pleased grunt.

Her nails dug into the skin of his chest and she picked up the pace, sliding up and down on his length quickly. Her breaths became ragged again and moans of pleasure were escaping her mouth constantly. She positioned herself just right so that he would rub against the place that made jolts of pleasure shoot through her body with every deep thrust.

His hands dug into her buttocks more firmly to support her movements as his head tilted back in an exaggerated motion, accompanied by loud groans and moans.

Aeyrin felt herself get close again, but this time she remembered. She was really curious about Bishop's theory regarding 'sensations'. She would definitely not complain if sensations like these could be prolonged even further. And Bishop was probably curious about how something so strange as manipulating time would feel for him too.

There was definitely no harm in trying. Well… unless the Shouting attracted some beasts.

Ah well, it was not like she cared at that point.

"TIID!"

The euphoria flooded her whole being and a powerful pleasant jolt heated her body while her breaths came out in strained gasps. Much to her disappointment, it didn't last any longer and it didn't feel any different, aside from the fact that she sort of missed the enraptured look on Bishop's face. He always watched her so intently when she reached her peak.

She returned to her hurried movements on him before the Shout dissipated. The time slowly returned to normal and Bishop let out a string of strained curses and gasps. He sat up sharply and buried his face into her breasts while he clutched her firmly to himself. There was a very brief sensation after she Shouted – a mild burning, but it was not exactly painful. He did reach his own climax much sooner than he would have expected after though.

She felt him spend himself deep inside her and their labored breathing slowly eased while they still held each other in a tight embrace.

He eased his grip on her slightly, after a while, and he studied her flushed face, brushing back the hair sticking to her face. "Fuck… that felt… weird," he chuckled a bit before he kissed her forehead gently. "So… did it work?"

She shook her head at him with disappointment but, surprisingly enough, it only elicited a pleased smirk from him.

"Good." He dipped his head into her neck and, once again, he bit gently into her sore skin. "I love watching you come. I'm not about to miss out on that because you're in your… time… bubble."

She blushed fiercely and she playfully punched him in his shoulder. But she knew that she missed him watching her too.

"Now we need to do it again so I can see that properly," he laughed heartily before he pressed her body flush against his again and flipped them both over once more so that she lay beneath him with her legs still wrapped around his waist.

Bishop disentangled himself from her after a while with a pleased sigh and he laid down on the bedroll next to her. He placed his hands under his head and she eagerly positioned herself alongside him, with her body cuddling to his side and her head resting on his bicep. She started to draw circles on his chest lazily, curling the hair between his pecs around her finger.

It felt so oddly freeing, being there with him, hiding away from the roads, from people, and hopefully even from that pesky courier. They have had days before when they could just enjoy each other's company, but there was always some plan ahead of them. There was always a place to be, a quest to do or some information to chase.

Delphine was likely still taking care of the lore-master, Karliah has set her plan in full motion by talking to Rune, Aeyrin has done all that she could, for now, by informing Master Therien of Jora's plans and they've tracked down every piece of information on the dragons that they could think of. For once, there was no plan.

Aeyrin usually hated that. It made her feel uneasy.

But something about that changed. Maybe it was the amount of anxiety that her role as a Dragonborn caused her, or maybe it was being with Bishop, but she found herself reveling in the unencumbered feeling.

She closed her eyes contentedly and her hand on his chest stilled its motions for a while.

"I've got a question," Bishop interrupted her rest, after a spell, as he turned his gaze on her fully with furrowed brows. "Those vows of yours… what happens when you break them? 'Cause… I mean, who even decides that? Like with that asshole up in Winterhold – you didn't heal him, but he didn't exactly need it. Who decides that you broke the vow?" he still frowned and his hand kept stroking up and down her arm absentmindedly.

Yeah right… he wasn't concerned about her vows.

He was so transparent. Why was Bishop still thinking about him? Aeyrin wanted nothing more than to put the whole ordeal in Solitude behind her.

"Why are you asking?" she smirked lightly.

"Just curious…" he shrugged noncommittally, but she threw him a doubtful look. He seemed a bit caught off guard that she saw through him.

"It just… came to mind when you were lying here with your eyes closed. I saw you, you know? When you were poisoned. I came to see you a bunch of times," he sighed and, surprisingly enough, he averted his eyes from her quickly.

He knew that she didn't want to think about that, but he couldn't stop. He kept telling himself that the tin-head wouldn't do anything to her while she was unconscious, but his mind went constantly to what he did to Elisie and to wondering just what he was capable of. He couldn't believe anything that Casavir pretended to be, no matter how convincing his mask was.

"I know… Azshan told me that you did," she gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

"I just… hated seeing you so… helpless. And even if… just the fact that he was there with you…" Bishop shook his head with a somewhat pained expression.

She really didn't want to think about that. And she didn't believe that Casavir was capable of doing anything like that, despite everything that he had done to get rid of Bishop. The poison was harmless after all – he didn't aim to hurt her.

But he did break his vows – Aeyrin has found him with that Bryling woman, for whatever reason. He surely conspired with her to frame Bishop. Aeyrin had heard it all, how Casavir was supposed to convince her of Bishop's guilt and then he could… what was it that the woman said?

'You can play the part of the hero that caught the evil criminal, saving the poor Dragonborn, consoling her… you know how that goes.'

Just the insinuation of that made Aeyrin sick. But it did somewhat convince her that Casavir did nothing to her while she was delirious. And for some reason, she still didn't want to think of him as someone who was capable of that. In fact, she'd rather not think of him at all than to have these thoughts and doubts consume her.

"Nothing happens when someone breaks their vows, it's just… a personal failing, sort of," she shrugged. It was hard to explain to someone like Bishop. She hoped that it would end this conversation quickly, but that was unlikely.

She'd much rather return to their previous activities. He said that he wanted to do that again, why was he ruining the mood with this?!

"What do you mean, 'nothing happens'? What's the fucking purpose then? Why would they make you take them?!" Bishop was getting angry already.

"I've already explained this to you. No one 'makes' anyone take any vows. They are only binding for the person taking them. Although… if the Masters of the temples or the Prelates of the orders found out that someone had been breaking their vows, they could strip them of their position at the church. For… failing to uphold the church's values."

"So he just… gets away with everything?! You didn't even tell Elisif! And now what? Just hope that he feels shitty enough for what he did?" Bishop scoffed hatefully. He was no longer pretending that this was about anyone else than Casavir again.

She scowled at him before she sat up on the bedroll and gave him a stern look.

"Why do you care so much? I don't care how he feels. I don't care if he gets punished. It's over. He's already done the damage and we fixed it. Or did you want to return to Solitude and wait for another investigation, to get tangled up in all that again? I just want to forget that this ever happened and I don't want to keep thinking about him. Especially now!"

He sighed after her outburst and his expression softened a little. He didn't want to think about it any more than she did, but he couldn't help himself at times. He was so pissed at that fucking tin-head.

"I'm sorry, sweetness. I just…" he let out another sigh before he continued talking through his gritted teeth. "Fine… I'll… try to let it go." He owed her that much. She was going against her own instincts by keeping the whole business with his banishments to herself without trying to help in any way.

* "You just need a distraction," she smirked at him and her hand began to stroke over his chest again.

He chuckled at her and nodded with a much more relaxed expression. She had a point. A distraction would certainly be welcome.

Aeyrin laid herself back down to cuddle up to him and she slowly started to kiss at the side of his neck. Her lips were getting lightly scraped by his stubble with every motion. Her hand still stroked over his chest before it moved down to his abdomen and her nails started lightly digging into his firm muscles.

Bishop moved on top of her, covering her body with his; this time he supported his weight mostly by his own arms. In the meantime Aeyrin's leg kept running teasingly over his buttocks and down over his upper thighs. He was hard again already and the tip of his cock was poking teasingly into the skin of her lower belly or over her groin on occasion.

"Mmm… princess…" he huffed against her neck before he bit into it yet again. She was so sore there already, but for some reason, she loved that feeling more and more. The sore skin made his ministrations much more intense and that only made the pleasure all that sweeter.

Bishop grabbed her by the hips, after a while, and he raised her lower body above the bedroll. She wrapped her legs firmly around his hips for support and his hands quickly let go of her to fiddle with the bottom of the bedroll. He rolled up until the bundle of furs rested under the small of her back to keep her raised up for him. Her legs released him instantly and she straightened them up, letting them lean idly along his torso with her calves pressing against his shoulders. He didn't wait much longer before he laid himself back down onto her again, pressing her legs to her own body into a contorted position.

The tip of his cock moved along her slit between her wet folds teasingly. She let out an excited gasp when she could feel him at her entrance but he didn't stop there, continuing even lower. Another gasp left her lips when he rubbed himself over her puckered entrance and her nails dug into the skin of his back firmly.

"You want to…?" he whispered into her ear in a low voice. It was clear that he did, but she wasn't opposed to that idea either. Just remembering those sensations after she got used to him inside her made her heat up even more. She only nodded hurriedly, making sure that he could feel it while he kept nipping on her ear.

"Hand me your pack," he smirked at her as he straightened himself back up again with her legs still pressed to his torso. His eyes were full of hunger and need.

She didn't question him. She didn't really have it in her to think too much anyway. She outstretched her hand to the pack which was lying unceremoniously by the bedroll and she passed it towards him. He rummaged inside for a while before, surprisingly enough, he fished out her hair lotion. He uncorked the little bottle and dipped a few drops of the substance on his fingers.

"That's what that was?! I kept wondering about that…" she got almost giddy at the realization about that night in Winterhold.

"You could have just asked," he smirked at her. He squeezed his hand between their bodies and started rubbing the cold lotion into her skin, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from her. He kept rubbing along her lower entrance with his fingers, making her writhe under him as a pleasant warmth spread through her core, despite the cold substance.

True, she could have asked… if she weren't too embarrassed to. She briefly wondered how he had even thought of something like that. She knew that he often borrowed some of her bathing supplies, being too lazy and cheap to buy some quality ones for himself. Not that she minded that, but she was somewhat caught off guard that this… alternate use of the lotion even occurred to him. Then again… she really shouldn't be surprised. When did Bishop not think about sex?

Her pondering got constantly interrupted by his teasing and all coherent thought was entirely obliterated when he pressed a finger inside her, driving it and out of her tight hole languidly. She let out a strained groan at every motion while his free hand started to rub gently over her asscheek. It didn't take long before her pressed a second finger inside her, eliciting another loud gasp out of her. She got the urge to touch herself again, to bring herself over the edge quickly since he didn't seem to be planning on taking that initiative himself, but she resisted the impulse. No matter how frustrating it got, she always loved the prolonged teasing.

He teased and probed her with his slick fingers for a while longer as her legs strained and pressed against his body while her back arched. His fingers withdrew from her, after some time, making her oddly disappointed. The more she got used to it, the more eager she was to feel more of those sensations.

He quickly dripped more of the lotion on his hand before he started stroking himself, coating his cock with the sticky substance too. He didn't spend a lot of time on this though; it was rather obvious that he was barely controlling himself anymore. He slapped each of his hands on one of her asscheeks, eliciting a surprised yelp from her, before he spread her open for him with his fingers digging into her flesh. The tip of his cock pressed to her tight entrance again and he started pushing into her.

She let out a loud cry as he slipped inside her. Her hands grasped at the furs of the bedroll and her back tautened sharply. The uncomfortable pressure was still there, but it was much easier to handle than the first time. And it was also much more exciting with the prospect of the wild intense feelings that she had felt before in her mind.

He kept things slow, gently sliding himself deeper into her as both of them moaned loudly, practically in unison, during his movements. She felt her muscles contract around him occasionally, unable to help herself, but he seemed to enjoy that. He let out a particularly loud grunt each time that it happened.

He managed to keep up the slow, gentle pace, but the strain in his movements was palpable and eventually, so was the one in hers. She dug her heels into his shoulders as her legs kept straining into different angles. Her hands still gripped the furs so tightly that it was turning her knuckles white. She looked up at him intensely; for a while, her eyes roamed over his form, especially his muscular arms, that were alternating between palming her asscheeks and gripping her thighs to press them firmly against his torso. She tried to goad him with her eyes to pick up the pace, but he wasn't really looking at her. He was keeping his head tilted down constantly, too absorbed by watching himself periodically disappear in her flesh.

"H-harder…" she gasped at him. The anticipation was already creating a sweet pit in her stomach and she desperately wanted to lose herself in it.

His eyes snapped to her face instantly and the smirk he gave her threatened to split his face in two. "What was that, love?" he chuckled at her wickedly. One of his hands moved to her breast and he began massaging it infuriatingly gently.

She groaned in frustration. He could be so annoying with this game at times. Her cheeks were burning red from embarrassment, but at that point, she would have said anything to get what she needed. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried out at him in desperation. She barely even thought about saying the words and the shocked realization at them leaving her lips elicited a hearty laugh from Bishop.

But he didn't torment her further. Besides, he looked like he couldn't keep the pace so slow for long anyway. He heaved dramatically and he drove himself into her with a powerful thrust. If it weren't for the raging storm outside, she would have sworn they could hear her loud cry all the way to Whiterun.

Every thrust made her clench around him and her moans echoed through the entire cavern, mixing with his pleasured grunts of effort. Her fingers gripped the bedroll desperately, tearing out small patches of fur. Her head was tilted back and pressed down onto the pillow as her back remained arched all the way through his somewhat rough thrusts.

His hand on her breast became aggressive, squeezing her mercilessly, while the other one gripped hard on the calf pressing into his shoulder. Aeyrin's breaths came in strained huffed gasps and her legs quivered weakly upon him. She snaked one of her hands desperately between her legs and began pressing her fingers over her nub firmly. His body kept bumping into her knuckles with each thrust.

It couldn't take long at this pace. The both of them were constantly moaning, unconcerned by anything around them but their entwined bodies. They came over the edge almost simultaneously before their bodies relaxed in exhaustion. Aeyrin's legs fell from his shoulders heavily and Bishop's body slumped down on hers just after he withdrew from inside of her. Their breaths were frantic and uneven and it would take them a long time before they managed to calm down.

"Gods… Bishop," she gasped against him. Yet again he decided to suffocate her with his weight when she was panting after her release, but she didn't actually mind. She kind of loved how this felt. Her arms encircled his back weakly as she tried to steady her breathing. Her entire body was still burning and humming, and the only thing on her mind was the fresh memory of their ministrations.

Bishop raised himself from her lightly after a few moments, easing the weight on her body and resting it on his elbows. Both of his hands cupped her cheeks and she looked up at him instinctively. His face was decorated by a surprisingly gentle expression – it was an odd change from the hungry need etched on it during their antics. He moved to kiss her forehead tenderly, then the tip of her nose and then gently her lips.

She could drown in those eyes of his.

Especially when he looked at her with so much affection.

…

As exhausted as they have been, sleep didn't claim them for a while yet.

Instead, they remained lying on the bedroll, warmed only by the slowly dying fire and their embrace. They didn't really have the energy to do much more than idly caressing each other's bodies, but that was more than enough anyway.

Bishop kept watching her affectionately the entire time, but, after a long while, his brows shot up in surprise. "Did you hear something?" his head snapped from her suddenly and the loving expression changed into an alert one within a second.

She didn't hear anything, but her head jerked up instinctively anyway. They both looked towards the cavern entrance with a wary expression, but it was so dark over there. There was a glint of something which captured their attention. Hidden in the shadows, it looked as if there were some two small dots, shimmering. It was like two eyes staring at them.

Now Aeyrin heard it. It was a low quiet growl.

It sounded angry.

The presence took one uncertain step forward and the light of their campsite revealed it.

Pitch black fur glittered with raindrops and a sneering maw bared its sharp fangs at them. Thick ropes of saliva were running in between its teeth and the claws on its hands were half-clenched, as if it was ready to tear into their flesh.

Bishop sat up sharply but he never let his eyes off the werewolf. His hand started to feel around the ground frantically, looking for a weapon.

There was a long tense moment while the creature's angry sneer seemed directed at him. Its eyes darted occasionally to Aeyrin and she hurriedly pressed the fur blanket over herself. She wasn't sure if the beast would remember anything, once it turned back, but her instincts kicked in.

It was somewhat concerning, that her first instinct was to worry about her modesty, rather than her life…

But then again… she wasn't really worried about her life just then. She pressed her hand to Bishop's chest and she pushed him back while her determined gaze met the beast's. She was ready.

In the werewolf's dark eyes, there was… fear? And a strange… curiosity? It reminded her of something, but she couldn't recall what. She felt as if she had looked in these eyes before and saw the exact same thing – the look which told her that her opponent knew what she was about to do.

But before she could Shout, the werewolf's resolve wavered.

Another angry sneer was directed at Bishop and the beast turned back.

It was almost like they could only see a blur. With intense speed, it disappeared back into the shadows, leaving them both sitting naked in the cavern, dumbfounded.

"I… I think we scared it off…" Aeyrin said uncertainly while she kept peering into the shadows.

"'Scared'?! Why would that thing be scared of us?! We're like a fucking feast table like this!" he gestured to their bare bodies, hopelessly unarmed and unarmored. "It was like…" he sighed, shaking his head. It was a ridiculous thought. How would a werewolf know what Aeyrin was capable of doing to it without any weapon? Was it even capable of any deeper thought in its beast form?

"I… I'm gonna call Karnwyr back. He'd smell something like that from miles away…" Bishop finally stopped watching the shadows and he started searching for his discarded clothes.

Aeyrin only nodded at him slowly. Her eyes were still on the darkness by the cavern entrance as the wind howled through it forebodingly.

She could have sworn that she saw the look in those eyes before. It was that uncomfortable feeling of experiencing something over again, she just couldn't remember what. She's never really even seen a werewolf for this long. She'd caught glimpses of some of them in the wilderness, but she had always been too far for them to go after her.

That was lucky, actually. She would certainly not be so confident without her Shouts.

But the odd 'memory' still kept gnawing at her incessantly.

Why did the beast feel so familiar to her?

* Kink warning: anal sex