Ysolda
She was beautiful as she lay in the grass. Her fiery hair dancing in the wind. Her soft pink lips moving as she spoke. Her deep amber eyes flickering with excitement and dreams.
We were celebrating my acceptance to the Circle, it was long overdue. Yet she was the one taken by her aspirations. She spoke in excitement, like so many times before, how she'd save enough money to buy the Bannered mare. She spoke of her fascination with the Khajiit caravans she had gotten to know, and their homeland Elsweyr. How she wanted to create a network of caravans all across Tamriel. I was captured by her passion and dreams.
I lay beside her in the grass and watched her gesture in excitement as she spoke of her dreams. I didn't mind that the real reason for our celebration had been long forgotten by her.
I had packed a basket with cheese and fruits. Skjor and Aela had returned from Solitude with some spiced wine on their last contract, and I had been given two bottles as well. Then I had taken her just south of Whiterun, to the woods halfway to Riverwood. There was a spot here next to the river that I had always wanted to show her. Where songbirds and butterflies always gathered, and salmon could be seen jumping up the river.
She suddenly fell silent mid-sentence and looked at me with a curious look.
"What?"
"Nothing," I said with a smile as I shrugged my shoulders. "You're just.. Truly something else."
"Oh stop it!" She said, obviously starting to blush as she so easily did.
"It's true," I said as I lean over her.
She laid flat on her back in the grass. Her face blushed in slight embarrassment. And her eyes so deep into mine one could forget the entirety of Nirn itself.
I stroked my hand across her face, gently pulling aside some red strands of her hair that had fallen over her face, and placed my hand on her cheek as I leaned in to kiss her slightly pouting lips.
She placed her arms around my neck and drew me in closer.
I slowly moved my hand down her chest, unbuttoning every button my hand met, as she pulled my tunic over my head and ran her fingers carefully through my chest hairs and down my chiseled abs. With my other hand, I pulled her sky-blue dress down over her shoulders. Exposing her perfectly round perky breasts.
Her silky smooth skin had taken to a pinkish hue, and her breathing was irregular as I caressed her stiff pink nipples. Her dress now laid open, like a blanket beneath us, as she unbuttoned my belt and slowly moved my pants down my hips.
I kissed her neck and chest as I moved my hand down her small slender waist. Over her bellybutton. Fingers through her fiery red pubic hairs. Felt her wet kiss and moved my hands again, lifting her legs around me.
Her body felt so small and fragile beneath mine.
The very next day I presented her an Amulet of Mara.