Warning: Very NSFW
You Are Mine
"And you're absolutely sure you understand what I'm asking of you?" Yosa'Min's voice was a whisper in the small space between them. Mjoll the Lioness gave her a toothy grin and leaned down into her, devouring the tiny gap. Yosa'Min sighed into the kiss and wore a calm smile as they pulled apart.
Mjoll tapped her chin and grinned. "I trust you with my life, love. With a dozen guards at your back, I'll be fine."
Yosa'Min looked at the Riften guards surrounding them, hunched in the copse of trees. Down the hill was a path where a trap was to be sprung, and much to Yosa'Min's discomfort Mjoll was the bait. She was dressed in the same armor as the others, while Mjoll only wore traveling clothes and had a satchel of meager rations. Should anything go wrong, the Lioness would only have a small dagger to defend herself with. It made nerves roil in Yosa'Min.
From the guards came Luca, his green eyes barely visible through the helm. Yosa'Min gave a half smile at Iona's brother. His presence was a relief to her, a name for the guards she usually viewed as incompetent. After her time in the Guild, she knew they were simply corrupt. Not Luca however, and with the guards at his side handpicked by the man, she knew they could provide backup if necessary.
If all went according to plan, they were to come in only after Yosa'Min signaled to secure their targets. Further down the path tucked into some cliffs was an old keep, perhaps once a lord of the Hold. Now it was infested with bandits suspected to be capturing travelers and selling them off as slaves. After a bit of reconnaissance, Yosa'Min had figured out their normal ambush spots and approached Luca about her plan. She wanted to act like a proper Thane again, and to her delight, he had been more than eager to work with her.
"If they try to hold the captives as leverage, Mjoll will keep them safe," Luca said, "it's a solid plan. She can handle these ruffians. If they didn't have these captives my platoon could take care of this alone. I appreciate you two assisting us."
A broad smile pulled across Mjoll's face. "I'm Riften's protector aren't I?"
He snickered. "Yes, you are. Thank you."
"They should have a patrol coming by soon. Best get moving," Yosa'Min sighed. As much as she appreciated Mjoll's trust, putting her in danger made her feet shift and her heart race. She squeezed Mjoll's hand one last time and the nord kissed her brow before slipping out of the trees. Eleven sets of eyes watched her carefully as Mjoll strolled down the cobblestone road, acting as if she wasn't aware of the brigands in the area intent on doing her harm.
Not five minutes had passed before an arrow sunk itself in the dirt a few paces away from Mjoll. She stopped and stepped back, playing the part of a worried traveler. Yosa'Min arched a brow at the performance as Mjoll scanned for danger, wondering just how much was true. Then a bosmer came from the bushes with a sword pointed at her, teeth bared like a wolf. "Hey there, pretty thing, wanna drop the satchel for me?"
"What's going on?" Mjoll asked sharply, stepping further away. A second bandit emerged and pressed a dagger to her back. Yosa'Min tensed. Her grip on her bow tightened.
"Just drop the bag and behave, alright?" The bosmer instructed.
Mjoll obeyed without protest but maintained an air of distress. "Don't hurt me, okay?"
"Boss doesn't like us roughing the cargo up, lowers the value. A broken leg is more trouble for us than it is for you," he laughed with a sadistic smile, "though if we have to, we will get me?"
She nodded and allowed them to lead her down the road, two blades on display and an archer unknown in the woods. Yosa'Min watched on, hating every second of it. Mjoll scanned the area, pretending to look for the archer, but she caught Yosa'Min's eye. The flicker of a smile in her golden eyes stayed her fears. Mjoll trusted her. It would be alright.
Two hours passed with Yosa'Min and the guards hiding. They had to be sure Mjoll had been secured with the rest of the captives. Every second was agony to Yosa'Min. She hated that the plan worked as much as she was relieved it had so far. The moment they were sure enough time had passed Yosa'Min had left, creeping through the brush of the birch forest. Having spent seasons in the Riften Hold now, Yosa'Min knew exactly how to move through it quietly. It took thirty minutes of sneaking to reach the upper cliffs of the keep. Thirty minutes too long for her liking.
She scaled down the cliff where she was hidden from view and jumped onto the top of the keep. Her bow felt heavy on her back, the city guard armor uncomfortable. She never wore such heavy armor. Unfortunately the moment the brigands realized who she was, there was an even greater chance for them to panic. The rooftop hatch came open with a quick pick of the lock and Yosa'Min descended into the keep.
It was darker inside than the bright morning sun, granting the former thief just the kind of environment she liked. No one was in the room and she quickly scanned it over for anything incriminating. Unfortunately, any previous attempts by the guard had turned up nothing of use. Their logs were all coded with no cipher to be found. The smaller outposts had only ended up with corpses and dead ends. They had to do this right and take the slavers alive.
A sleeping quarter was where she entered next and a trio of likely nightshift bandits was resting. Yosa'Min easily used the manacles given to her to restrain them and continued. Moving like shadows themselves, Yosa'Min caught a bandit by surprise in the hall and struck him on the skull with her bow. He groaned and collapsed into a bear skin rug. With an eye roll, she rolled him up with the rug and carried on. Next came a kitchen she didn't so much as blink at.
She needed to reach Mjoll and didn't have time for anything else. Cobblestone walls passed in a blur of Yosa'Min sneaking through them, disabling any she came across as swiftly as possible. A pair of slavers bantering were frozen in place by the waist down via magic and knocked out with her bow like the previous one. The curses of a blacksmith as she entered his forge barely registered, nor did the clank of her sword on his. She outmaneuvered him with a few careful steps, tripping the hefty man into his anvil. A flash of sympathy at his whimper of pain filled her, until she spotted the manacles he had been forging, and immediately that sympathy was gone.
The middle level had a set of branching doors and she grimaced with uncertainty. Taking the furthest left, she found herself on the walls of the stronghold. A shout came from further down where a lookout spotted her. Yosa'Min drew her bow with a slight sigh and rolled her shoulders. "Come on you bastards," she growled and aimed. Her arrows were tipped for concussive damage rather than penetrating, and with a quick volley, they struck true to the lookout's helmet. The smack of their head hitting the rampart drew even more attention.
A group of them made for the ladder and she kicked it off the wall once they were halfway up. While they struggled out from under the heavy ladder she gathered magic around her blunted arrowhead. Loosed, a wave of light spread over the bandits once it hit one, paralyzing them in place. She jumped down from the rampart and rolled upon landing. Manacles were quick to clasp onto two of them, but the others broke free of her spell before she could finish. "You're really trying this solo?" One of them snarled as they swung at her. She dodged and parried with her bow.
"Don't need more than me," she replied evenly.
"Confident! We'll beat that out of you!" Another cackled. Two of them tried to stab her from behind. Yosa'Min dropped low and their blades clattered together with a sharp noise. Fire flashed around her, nothing severe but enough to make them back off.
"A mage guard?"
Ignoring the remark, she tackled one guard with a growl in the back of her throat. "Where are the captives?" She demanded as they wrestled. His allies shouted as they tried to pull her off without stabbing him.
"You'll join 'em soon enough!" He bellowed, punching her face. Yosa'Min rolled off him with a grunt and hissed between her teeth as they charged her. Six at once was difficult odds even for the Dragonborn if she was to remain non-lethal. Dirt crunched beneath their boots as they drew near and Yosa'Min dragged her hand across the ground. A cloud of dust rose to obscure their vision. One of them tripped into another and the squelch of a blade between plates of armor was followed by a string of curses. One came out with a mace aimed at where they'd seen Yosa'Min but she'd moved in the short period.
Another paralysis arrow was loosed. The mace-wielder collapsed upon impact. One of them traced back where she'd shot from just as another arrow hit them in the chest. The remaining three charged the barrels Yosa'Min hid behind. With a kick, she sent them rolling into the bandits and couldn't help but laugh as they floundered like newborn deer. "I'm holding back and this is still too easy. Now again, where are the captives?"
A litany of swears was her answer and Yosa'Min sighed with frustration. She dodged around their sloppy attacks and slapped a pair of manacles on the paralyzed pair. Blue eyes fixated on the wounded one. "A nord woman, golden hair, you captured her a bit ago. Where is she?"
"What, that your lover or something?" He spat. The others chuckled and kept trying to attack her to little avail. She moved like water around them, not quite engaging but instead redirecting each of their attacks.
For once she saw no reason to lie. "Yes."
"Hah! You didn't protect her worth a damn then!"
A kick sent him back over the barrels. She weaved around the others and struck with her bow. It was almost amusing that she was using a relic such as Auriel's Bow to beat slavers into submission. "She was bait, idiot," she informed them, "now where is she?"
He clutched his side and wore a dark grin. Yosa'Min's blood chilled. "Boss is teaching her a lesson."
Steel slashed her back while an axe hit her shoulder. Yosa'Min screamed and with a stomp, a circle of ice spread from her. Her pauldron fell and her cuirass felt a bit lighter, but she was unwounded beyond bruises and fear. "What is he doing to her?" Demanded Yosa'Min as she turned on the only one to escape the blast of magic. He grinned like a feral dog. "Speak!"
"Nothing permanent, can't damage the goods if we're gonna make any coin off her! I'm sure a labor mine would buy her fast, arms as thick as they are," he jeered. Yosa'Min's calm snapped. She punched him in the face and he stumbled back, her bow following suit. He kicked her and she felt something else snap in her armor. Spikes on his boots glanced past her leg. With a shout she descended on the bandit, kicking and stepping back before he could get to his feet. It wasn't until he passed out from the pain that she stopped.
Before Yosa'Min could even get her bearings and secure the others, a bolt of lightning struck her back. Heart picking up in tempo, Yosa'Min swung around and spotted a mage coming from the base of the keep. She narrowed her eyes and gritted fangs beneath the guard's helm. Dark magic spread over the mage's hands, Oblivion fire enveloping his body. Whatever he was going to cast, it was surely powerful.
Yosa'Min knocked an arrow and infused her magic into it. The loosened arrow and orb of darkness met a few yards from Yosa'Min and she had to close her eyes at the eruption of light. A ripple ran over her body, shuddering and she found herself on her back. Ringing ears and pain in her chest made the redguard cough and struggle upwards. Her body felt remarkably lighter than earlier. Smoke sizzled off her, sharp pains coursing throughout. She brushed another broken pauldron off and turned to the mage who balked. Her vision cleared and with a sigh, she realized the helmet had been destroyed.
"The Dragonborn!" Shouted the mage, "You're the Dragonborn!"
"Aye," she growled as magic rippled across her skin. A half scrap of cloth clung to her body, the rest disintegrated by the warped spell. It covered her chest like a shawl, a remnant of armor all that was left. She hadn't noticed yet, her gaze fixated on her enemy. "Now again, where are the captives?"
"Fuck this," the mage said and sat down. "Basement of that building. You know that boss will just hold them hostage right?"
"I know," Yosa'Min huffed. She threw manacles at him and the mage caught them with an obedient nod. A brow arched and she scoffed. "Really?"
"I am not fucking fighting you. You ruined my teleportation spell, I am not going to let you take my life either."
"Your friends aren't near as smart," Yosa'Min dryly remarked as every door came open and dozens of slavers began to stream out, drawn by his shouts. They were armed with any weapon they could get their hands on and hardly any proper armor. Once, Yosa'Min would have found so many intimidating. Now they were little more than annoyances.
He shrugged and chained himself to a wagon. "They're all dumb."
She cackled sincerely, glad that for once a bandit had the intelligence to give up. Her cover was blown and she saw no reason to hold back from using her greatest power. Someone was going to warn the boss, which meant the already ticking clock was now infinitesimally shorter on time. Rolling her shoulders, the cloth that clung to her fell to the ground. She was completely bare now.
"NOK AH TIFIIR!"
Curses filled the air that rushed around Yosa'Min, the world itself shifting to her might. A bolt of lightning struck her, blinding all, crackling energy that rolled over dark skin. The light moved with a snarl from the redguard, scales of shimmering red light manifesting first. Long nimble fingers were sheathed in claws of light as her feet were shielded as well, lifting the redguard a solid inch off the ground. Yosa'Min stretched with the shout, baring her fangs that were only magnified by an ethereal dragon skull. Long slender horns curved away with equally long spikes trailing down her spine between broad wings and ended in a spade at her tail tip.
Yosa'Min raised her chin and bellowed a challenge.
To her surprise, most of them answered. At least three turned and fled for the gates, while two went running to the building the mage had indicated. The rest came to face her. Arrows sailed across the courtyard at the magically protected nude redguard but they simply deflected off her shimmering scales. She cackled, a thrill jolting down her spine at their ineffectiveness. If she wasn't so pressed for time she might've wanted to get some greater practice in this form, it was still relatively new to her after all. However, she had someone far more important to protect, and these slavers were in her way.
Ice gathered on her tongue and laced the ground in front of her as another shout came forth, amplified by her form. "IIZ SLEN NUS!" A tsunami of ice froze the first dozen slavers in place a few yards away from Yosa'Min, catching them from the waist down. They screamed and tried to pull themselves free but they were stuck. Wings spread in preparation and Yosa'Min clenched her hands into fists, making sure her claws were turned away. She wasn't here to kill anyone. Taking off with a single burst, Yosa'Min struck each bandit hard enough that they were knocked out immediately, held in place now by their icy restraints.
A man tried to stab her and Yosa'Min spun around, tail smacking him into one of the half statues. The ice broke and they fell together. Before she could be sure he was incapacitated, three more charged her. They aimed for her bare chest, hoping to pierce her magical defenses. A burst of lightning came from her hands, arcing from their spearheads into them. She tripped them as she raced past, hardly able to stop the growl in her throat.
Something lanced her back and she spun around to see more archers. They gawked at her attention on them, or perhaps the way her tits bounced with the quick motion as her momentum shifted. Yosa'Min took flight before they had a chance to escape. Two jumped over the ramparts, hitting trees and rocks but otherwise unharmed. Her bare hand clasped around a slaver's face as she slammed him into the cobblestone rampart. She kicked off of him into the next one, easily taking them out with blow after blow.
Her skin was colder than it should have been. She barely noticed the way her arms were visible beneath ethereal scales with each strike. Her focus was entirely on taking down the fiends between Mjoll and her. So intent on protecting her love as Yosa'Min that it wasn't until she was tearing open the door into the prisoner building that she was made aware of her state of undress.
That revelation came in the form of a bandit guarding the stairwell into the basement dropping his blade and falling to his knees. His companions were equally perplexed, staring at her not with fear but with a sharp yearning she was not expecting. A yearning she knew all too well.
"Am I already dead?"
She blinked, taken off-guard. "What? Of course not."
"Then why is a naked dragon angel at the door!"
"A… what?" Yosa'Min looked down at herself.
Dark reddish brown skin was bare of any decoration or even covering. Large tits were held by her dragon form itself while her body was wreathed in its power, though she still had far less support than she'd have liked. She suddenly understood her lightness after the mage's spell. She'd thought her armor destroyed but her underclothes remained, but there was no confusing it now.
Yosa'Min was naked.
Heat flooded her cheeks. She moved an arm to cover her breasts and pressed her legs together. Blue eyes clenched shut and she listened to their gawks. All of them could see her, from scars to muscle to heavy ass. She had streaked back in her wilder days but Yosa'Min had mellowed out a fair bit since, and the sudden return to such hedonism not by choice had her flushed with embarrassment.
She forgot her mission entirely for a moment and began to backstep to the door. Dread consumed her that her back met wood that did not budge. Someone had shut it behind her, and she did not want to turn and give them a view of her ass. She covered her chest with burning cheeks, eyes avoiding the opponents she could easily defeat. The stripping of her confidence made the slavers rally, chuckles and jeers filling the air. It was one thing to streak, but for a wardrobe mishap of such a proportion in the middle of a mission- it threw the redguard entirely off-balance. What was she supposed to do, raid their wardrobe? That was impossible with a dozen or more bandits after her. She had raced into the lion's den, only to find herself with a sword but no armor, not even shoes.
"Stay back," she ordered swiftly, "the guard will be here soon and you'd save yourselves a lot of trouble if you surrendered." Her control of the situation was slipping with each second she was desperate to reclaim it.
"I think we can take on a naked lady," declared one, "you're not that distracting."
Another bandit, a breton, tilted her head and openly ogled Yosa'Min. She blushed fiercely at the flash of desire in dark eyes. She covered herself a bit more, though it was hard to with just how much she had on display.
The breton licked her lips. "I don't know…"
"This is why I'm glad I'm gay," he laughed back and began advancing.
Then a sharp yell came from the stairwell, painfully familiar. "Mjoll!" Yosa'Min shouted as she forgot her discomfort.
Wings flapped with might, sending her into the throng. Shields bashed against her like a wall, repelling Yosa'Min. She hovered out of their reach with a snarl, fangs on display both real and ethereal. A pair of bandits threw a hatch door down over the stairwell and pulled a heavy bar across it. The path forward was blocked and barricaded. Even if she got to it, she would have to take time to undo it, and that would be impossible with so many attacking her. A sensation began to bubble in her chest, spreading outwards to consume every inch of her skin. They were in her way and she would not stand for it.
Fire bubbled in her mouth but she swallowed the hungry crimson. That would surely kill them. With a growl she dove at the bandits, punching the first and slapping the next with her tail. Swords glanced off ethereal scales as she flew past, one getting a good strike in but she deflected it with a kick. Hands gripped her tail and she shouted as she found herself dragged backward. Further, it hurt, a sensation she was having slight trouble getting used to. She spun around with a hiss, only to balk at the five bandits dragging her.
Their hands were far too close to her rear. Panic flooded her. "FUS!" Feet stumbled, bandits tripped into one another, a domino effect in the mass of fighters. Her tail slid free and she dashed away to get breathing room. Drawing her bow once more, she tried to calm herself. Her shots were going to be horrible if she didn't get a handle on herself. She reached over her shoulder to draw an arrow and realized with more panic that her quiver must have been destroyed too. All that kept Auriel's Bow from destruction must have been its imbued power and divine properties. It was effectively nothing more than a bludgeoning tool now.
"Divines…" Whispered Yosa'Min.
"Hey, angel!" Called one of the bandits, "How about we forget this fight and go somewhere private? I'd show you a good time!"
"I'm gay!" She shouted with clenched fists and tucked her relic bow over her back. She half heard the male bandit from earlier shout he was too as if it were a casual conversation.
The woman from earlier piped up immediately. "What about me?
Her cheeks burned as her focus was further shattered. No one had flirted with her mid-fight in quite some time. "I'm taken!" Yosa'Min replied with a hitch to her voice.
"Awh, the pretty lady downstairs? We could all have some fun," suggested the woman, striding closer. She wasn't even trying to fight. Yosa'Min lowered her fists and eyed her. An arm concealed her breasts once more, catching the way dark eyes lingered. Cheeks burned all the more. "Name's Lilith."
Yosa'Min balked at the bravado. Her mouth flapped before she squeaked out, "I'm not fucking you, Lilith."
Lilith pouted. "Damn. Can't blame a girl for trying, always wanted to fuck a hero. Good luck boys, I'm not fighting the Dragonborn and I definitely don't want to hurt a beauty like this!" She touched Yosa'Min's chin and the redguard jerked back. Lilith sighed, accepting more than disappointed, and stepped away. The bandit began running to the door, and in Yosa'Min's utter confusion she simply watched. Lilith waved a hand, winked, and left. Despite herself, Yosa'Min half-waved after Lilith.
"What… Is happening right now?" Yosa'Min muttered her thoughts aloud.
The stomping of feet snapped Yosa'Min back to reality. There were still so many of them, and she had a mission to do. Frustration that she was getting distracted boiled. She could hardly blame herself given the unique circumstances, yet still, she did. She was wasting time. They sought to take advantage of her disorientation, an admirable tactic all things considered, but it only made Yosa'Min growl. "Enough!" She bellowed with a flare of her wings. Some of them second-guessed their charge. Two even tried to run to the door.
"ZUN HAAL VIIK!" Weapons flew from hands, scattering across the chamber like leaves blown from a tree by a single gale. Ice flowed from her hands as Yosa'Min punched the ground. Instantly two bandits were frozen in place and she surged with an eruption of power. She brought her leg around for a roundhouse kick, flashing her crotch by accident. He wore a happy smile as she knocked him out with the blow. More ran for the door, desperate to escape her renewed fury.
The shaft of her bow met a skull. Her empowered blows knocked out bandit after bandit as she descended. Her movements increased in speed, momentum building until she was nearly a blur of precise strikes. They couldn't even appreciate her muscular form anymore, simply falling to her fury. One scrambled for a lost weapon, only able to grasp the hilt before Yosa'Min was upon him. She had no manacles on her now but the redguard needn't do anything. He sat down and held his hands up in defeat. "Open the hatch," she ordered. Swift feet carried him to obey. Some had escaped, but she didn't care. Those that hadn't begun to give up, seeing the way the battle would go. She wasn't killing them, it was clear, and they wisely chose the safer route of awaiting the guard.
Snorting, Yosa'Min stomped to the hatch. The bandit was too slow for her taste. Yosa'Min shoved him away and gathered her Thu'um. "FUS RO DAH!" The obstacle shattered inwards beneath her power, crumpling along the steps into splinters. "None of you fight the guards when they arrive! Give up and they'll spare you as I have!" She ordered.
Rapid nods were her only answer.
Yosa'Min descended into the basement. The stone was cracked from age and bathed in soft torchlight. It wasn't a long trip to the bottom floor but every step made her heart race. When she emerged in the room of stone and metal, Yosa'Min couldn't help but growl at what she saw. Mjoll was at the front of the cell, a singular wall of iron caging Mjoll and twenty others, with a knife in her grip. The cell door was open, but none of the dirtied souls within made for an escape. Blocking their way was a breton man dressed in heavy iron banded armor, his head protected by a horned helmet. Laying on the ground were two bandits, unconscious, and Yosa'Min suspected Mjoll was the cause.
"Hey!" Shouted Yosa'Min.
All eyes turned to her. Confusion, apprehension, and even stark fear flowed over the slaves' faces. The boss was completely surprised. Yosa'Min focused on Mjoll, watching the wellspring of relief shift into confusion and then something akin to hunger. A jolt raced down Yosa'Min's back, consolidating between her legs. Her love was devouring her with her eyes alone.
A sword pointing at Yosa'Min snapped her attention to the bandit boss. "What in Shor's name is this? You what's causing all that noise upstairs, some mage in a birthday suit?"
"Not what you expected?" She jeered.
"Who the fuck would?" He scoffed. "If you made it down here, that mean my boys are all dead?"
"No. No one has died," declared Yosa'Min. "If you surrender the same will stand for you."
He laughed, voice bouncing off the curved walls. "It's only you? I think I'll take my chances."
"I got through your men didn't I?" She growled, then looked at Mjoll. "He hurt you?"
"Tried and failed," Mjoll chuckled bravely. "He's strong though Yosa, be careful."
Nodding, Yosa'Min lowered herself into a fighting stance. The bandit bared his teeth behind his helmet. "This supposed to intimidate me? What, you don't need armor or arrows to beat me, just a bow?"
Fire flashed over her cheeks and she pressed her legs together. "A wardrobe malfunction, nothing more," she gritted.
"My mage do that to you?"
"And then he immediately gave up. Last chance."
"Nah, I'll face you. I'm not going to run from a half-pint nudist."
Shouting, Yosa'Min darted forward with her bow in hand. He parried her and sidestepped the wave of bludgeoning attacks. A boot kicked her wings and Yosa'Min stumbled. He did not pursue her but instead stood firm like a mountain, waiting. Dark eyes ran over her form openly. "I suppose I might as well enjoy the show," he remarked.
Hands rose and Yosa'Min cast ice from her palms, freezing him from the knees down. Unlike everyone else, the breton did not panic and instead simply waited for her follow-up. He was patient, and that irked her. No one else had been like this. "Afraid to fight?" She snarked.
"Just watching," he yawned, bored. "You're supposed to be the Dragonborn aren't you?"
Teeth flashed. "That I am."
"Always thought you were… taller." He gestured at her diminutive height and the woman sneered. With his shield, he bashed the ice off his legs and freed himself. "And less naked."
"I didn't do this on purpose!" She shouted as she leaped forward. He caught her fist and shifted their weight, his other hand grabbing her horn, sending her over her head into the floor. The air left her on impact. A heavy boot followed. Yosa'Min rolled to the side and kicked out at him, striking the back of his knees. The breton fell but threw his arm out. His gauntlet hit her face, bashing her away. Stars filled Yosa'Min's vision as she got to her feet, head foggy. Mjoll shouted a warning but Yosa'Min failed to understand in time.
Metal smashed her ethereal scales, spikes nearly penetrating to hurt her. He tackled her into the cell. Her wings twisted and flattened, a scream escaping Yosa'Min. A fist struck her gut and Yosa'Min gasped. Something tugged at her, slaves pushing her through the cell. They shouted in her ear, pushing and cheering her on. With a cry, she pushed him off with their help. A hand slapped her horns as he slid back, stunning her. Her tail thrashed against the cell with mounting anger.
"Pretty thing," his voice cut low. "Shame so much of it is hidden. A right tease that is, on display but off-limits."
Nothing clever came from Yosa'Min for a change. "You've got this Min!" Shouted Mjoll, remaining in front of the slaves to protect them. "He's using your attacks against you!"
"Like you taught me to," growled Yosa'Min in realization. "Damn bastard."
He tilted his head. "What, expect me to charge blindly at you? I wanna enjoy this as much as possible. Turn around and let me see that fat ass of yours. Maybe I'll surrender then."
"Liar," she spat. "You'd stab me in it sooner than surrender."
A smile split his face that she decided she hated completely. "True. You sure I can't convince you to just leave? I would hate to actually hurt you."
"You've hurt people, taken them from their families, and sold them like cattle. You will not escape justice," Yosa'Min said. Her wings ached and her tail kept hitting the cell. With sudden realization, she exhaled power. Rosey scales shimmered away like cherry blossoms in the wind, draconic features fading in seconds. Tilting her chin up, Yosa'Min stepped forward fully bare with nothing to hide her curves or scars. She took Auriel's Bow in hand and placed it on the ground.
Long whistles came from the onlookers while a crooked grin replaced the smile the bandit had. She grimaced as he took her in like a hungry dog. "What's this now?"
"I was getting in my own way," she said simply. "Now let's finish this."
He wet his lips and dropped his sword and shield. His helmet was torn off, a scrap of honor to the bandit. "Let's!"
Yosa'Min ran, cobblestones painful on her feet but she paid it no mind. He waited, ready to counter whatever she did. No magic came forward, nor Thu'um, she simply charged. He caught her fist. She felt their weight shift, a repeat of before coming. Only he had no horns or scales to grip this time, not even a belt. She hooked her leg behind his. He fell fast, her with him. An elbow impacted his face and he cried out. Something crunched, his nose most likely. Yosa'Min disengaged before he could wrestle her into submission.
Another kick struck his side. He grabbed her ankle and yanked with all his might. Yosa'Min grunted as her fat ass cushioned the drop, but her tits slapped painfully against herself. As he went to pull her closer, she rolled and brought her other foot into his neck. Gasping, he released her. Yosa'Min sprung to her feet and straddled his chest, fists flying repeatedly. He blocked her, bucked sideways and she hissed as her shoulder hit the ground.
They scrambled upward and this time it was Yosa'Min that waited for him to make a move. They appraised one another, waiting the other out. "Scared?" Mocked Yosa'Min. "You're not hurting me anymore."
"Slippery without those wings aren't ya?" He sneered. They circled one another like wolves, searching for the right opening. His eyes kept lowering to her chest. Yosa'Min smirked and jiggled her tits in a jeer.
"Shed a few pounds," she cackled. "Something you could stand to do." Over his shoulder she caught sight of a portrait hung on the wall, the bandit boss and a woman with dark eyes she was loosely familiar with. They were strikingly familiar. A smirk spread quickly and she shrugged casually. "Lilith told me as much."
His calm cracked. "You fought my sis?"
"And won."
"You fucking hurt her?"
"I said I won, didn't I?" She lied. In truth, she hadn't landed a single blow on the bandit earlier.
Boots clanked on cobblestone. Yosa'Min prepared to counter. He jumped, fist pulled back. Yosa'Min sidestepped him and roundhoused his spine. A scream ripped from him as he landed on his face. He kicked out, she dodged with ease and then brought her heel down in an axe stomp. With a triumphant bellow, she knocked him unconscious, his unarmored head bouncing up after impact right back into the cold stones.
Blue eyes watched him for any surprises, ignoring the gasps and cheers of the slaves. A hand was on her shoulder and she snapped up to Mjoll. Lidded golden eyes took her in, a tension to the nord's body that alarmed Yosa'Min. They embraced, Mjoll's clothes soft against her chest. "I'm so proud of you," Mjoll rumbled in her ear, voice thick.
"Proud?" Yosa'Min chuckled as they pulled apart.
"You fought him and won, with your body alone," Mjoll said, "You… You listened to that training after all."
"Of course I did. It was important to you."
Teeth shone in a brilliant smile. Mjoll kissed her brow. Footsteps came from behind the nord, signaling approaching freed slaves. Mjoll kept kissing her, peppering her way down to Yosa'Min's lips. Inhaling, Yosa'Min lifted on her tiptoes to meet her, tongues slipping out for a few moments. Then Yosa'Min saw bodies next to them, watching, cheers bouncing off the walls. Strangers were staring at her with not just relief and appreciation. Lust and embarrassment colored their faces just as much.
She remembered she was naked.
Yosa'Min pushed against Mjoll, not to hug but hide herself, cheeks burning anew. "Ah- I uh… forgot..."
"That you're naked?" Teased Mjoll, accent caressing Yosa'Min's ears.
"Yes?" Her legs pressed tight and she concealed her chest against Mjoll's torso. Calloused hands slid down to her ass and fondled her as much as they covered her. "Mjoll!"
"What?" She asked.
"We're… well!" So many eyes were on her. Her whole body was aflame and she shifted her feet. "Help!"
Mjoll hummed and then spoke out clearly, "The guard will be here soon if they aren't already. Meet them in the courtyard and they will escort you to Riften. You will be safe."
"Thank you!" Their voices came in overlapping sentences, dizzying almost to Yosa'Min who hid her face against Mjoll. Some of them started for the stairs, while others lingered, looting the chamber for anything of use. More than one took turns kicking the slavers who lay on the ground.
Teeth nipped her ear and Yosa'Min gasped. Mjoll spoke in a rumble, "I want you right now."
"What?" She balked in a whispered shout.
"You. Here. Now." Mjoll kissed her again, hands devouring every inch of exposed skin.
"Wait, here? Now? What about-"
"They're free to go now."
Yosa'Min gulped. "And if they don't leave? There's no privacy down here!"
"I see a private area just over there, no door but the walls will do just fine," suggested Mjoll. The hunger she possessed was overwhelming, making waves of arousal flow over Yosa'Min. She pressed her legs together.
Fire burned within. "Okay but- They'll hear us."
Mjoll growled, "Good."
"Pardon?"
"Min, I want them all to know that the woman who just liberated them single-handedly, naked no less, will do what I ask of her. Watching you fight just now was probably one of the hottest things I have seen you do, which has me asking a multitude of questions, however- my point stands. I want you, right here, right now." Golden eyes burned, full lips hovered next to each other, and energy crackled down their spines. It would take nothing more than a single breeze to push them together. She could taste Mjoll already, memories of soft lips and a skilled tongue.
Yosa'Min whimpered and pressed her face into Mjoll's blouse. It smelled so enticing, like birch leaves and salt. Every inch of Mjoll was calling to her, places she had marked filling her mind. Spots on her own body hummed in memory. The Lioness left marks just as she did, tenderness and power mixing intoxicatingly.
Blue eyes squeezed shut. "I… Like the idea," she admitted into Mjoll's chest, a soft confession.
"So then? Will you do as I ask?" Mjoll rumbled. Her grip tightened on Yosa'Min's ass. "Will you prove to them you are mine?"
Breath left the redguard and she squeezed her eyes shut. To her surprise, the proposition was surprising, but not repulsive. For the nord she had given her heart to desire such a public declaration, to dominate her after a victory as satisfying as that, to have her attractive body appreciated by the one person she wanted- it overwhelmed her in the best way possible. To be put on display, admired, lavished, but off-limits. Her inner thighs dampened and she whimpered. Biting her lip, Yosa'Min let her hesitations melt away.
"Is this a step too far?" Mjoll asked softly.
"No."
Teeth flashed, delighted, hungry. Yosa'Min swooned. "Then?"
"Fuck me, right now," whispered Yosa'Min.
Mjoll arched her brow and tilted her head. The sight made the redguard's knees quake. "Louder dear. I want them to hear."
Settling herself, Yosa'Min focused on the woman she loved. The strangers watching their strange embrace were nothing more than background noise to her. Mjoll was all that mattered, and this was what she wanted. "Fuck me, right now," she begged, "please!"
"Good girl," purred Mjoll as she lifted Yosa'Min into her arms. She carried her like a bride across to the large bed in the tucked-away alcove. A wall ran along the length of the main room, but it lacked a door or even a curtain to muffle their noises. The sight of them was lost, but Yosa'Min was well aware of the former slaves who lingered on. The thought aroused her further. She was to be displayed yet forbidden. Only Mjoll was to see her like this, vulnerable and submissive.
Mjoll placed her on the bed. It sank beneath her, shoddy but comfortingly piled with furs and quilts. "Make sure you're good and loud," she ordered.
Yosa'Min nodded rapidly, almost vibrating in place with excitement. Lips met without caution. Hands roamed over her body, taking as much as they could. Soft curves yielded to rough hands, heat searing into her skin with each stroke. Yosa'Min mumbled with desire and Mjoll clicked her tongue. Her voice rose immediately, obedient. A thick chuckle of approval came from Mjoll who began to kiss along Yosa'Min's neck. Each touch was invigorating, teeth and tongue mixing in equal measure. Energy raced down Yosa'Min's spine and she arched upward.
Fingers pulled at the strings of Mjoll's blouse but she tutted, "No."
Blue eyes blinked, hazy, lost. "No?"
"No. If you behave you can take them off at home," Mjoll purred.
"I promise I'll behave," Yosa'Min gasped. Fingers stroked her inner thigh, inching closer to where she yearned for them.
"I'm sure you'll try." Mjoll cupped Yosa'Min, heat and slick meeting her hand. "You're rather worked up now aren't you? I ought to help you relieve the pressure."
"More pressure," requested Yosa'Min, slowly slipping further under Mjoll's control. It was hard to give herself in a strange place, but the look of molten gold and daring teeth chased away her hesitations. Heat coiled in her core as Mjoll obliged, pushing against her. Two fingers spread lower lips already on display. Yosa'Min sucked in a breath of air and hooked her legs around Mjoll's waist. Another throaty chuckle escaped Mjoll and the large nord leaned closer to her love. Yosa'Min watched her, taking in the way her golden locks tumbled around a strong jawline, framing green war paint and scars. She was beautiful. The cunning in her eyes only grew stronger as Mjoll rubbed circles into Yosa'Min's slit. Hips twitched and moans rose in fervor, yearning for more.
She needed more.
The first finger curled inside delicious warmth like a thief, claiming what had long since been claimed. "Mjoll!" Cried out Yosa'Min. The second earned an even throatier moan and lidded blues fixated on Mjoll's smug expression. She was intoxicating like that, drowning Yosa'Min in lust. A third finger made her whimper, voice cutting short, words lost to pleasure.
Her free hand gripped Yosa'Min's tit, fondling a dark nipple and pulling the short woman further into herself. Slick already dampened her inner thighs. It coated Mjoll's hand rapidly, allowing her quick entry. Still, she knew she was going to need even more for what she intended on doing. She slowly pumped her fingers while her thumb played with a throbbing clit. Building the fire within Yosa'Min was a familiar practice for Mjoll, and she delighted to see her intimate knowledge of how the redguard liked it coming in hand.
When she curled her fingers one way, there was a short burst of moans. Another way brought a stream of curses, obediently loud enough to echo off the cobblestone walls in their tight little alcove of privacy. Burying herself to mid-knuckles earned a hiss of delight and a hand on her other wrist. Mjoll tutted again and Yosa'Min groaned with a hint of exasperation. Still, she obeyed. She wanted to touch Mjoll, to trace the way muscles wove into one another, to admire how sculpted the Lioness was. Every inch of her was power, yet so often she chose softness.
To have that power turned on her was thrilling.
Lightning jolted down her spine as Mjoll curled her fingers and hit a spot that instantly earned a scream. Rather than let her sink from the sudden high, Mjoll pushed harder. She was a fish on a hook, bending to every tug, a pinpoint of ecstasy. Every brush against that spot, to Mjoll a bump when pushed against the pelvis, was mind-shattering. Yosa'Min's voice pitched higher each time. She gasped, eyes shooting wide, every nerve on fire. Mjoll pressed hard, grinning, absolutely satisfied with the way the mighty Dragonborn melted around her.
"Enjoying yourself, Love?" Mjoll inquired with a thick chuckle.
Unable to form words, Yosa'Min simply nodded and let the breathless gasps spill forth. One hand reached again for Mjoll, wanting an anchor. She needed to tether herself to Tamriel else she might just float away. The Lioness growled instead and claimed her hand. Yosa'Min blinked between squeals. "I will hold you if you truly need the touch. I want you to let yourself go, Min. Keep nothing back."
A feverish nod of her head was all Yosa'Min could manage. The rough touch of Mjoll's hand intertwined with hers and steadily more between slick lips was intoxicating. It was impossible to remain still. Yosa'Min yelped and moaned, wiggling on the bed in pure reflex. Slowly Mjoll fucked her deeper. The Lioness brought her fingers together, thumb and pinkie meeting. Blue eyes shot wide as Yosa'Min realized what Mjoll was doing, five fingers pushing into burning want. The low moan that dredged itself from the Dragonborn made Mjoll bite her lip, fixated on the sight. "Good girl."
Another whimpering squeal came forward, echoing between them. Yosa'Min arched upward with a cry. Mjoll was to the base of her fingers. She paused and allowed her love to adjust to the absolute fullness, stretching her in ways still new. They'd only done it a few times before, and each time a delight such as this. Tits bounced with the heavy, stabilizing breaths Yosa'Min took. Her back arched, ass raised slightly, quivering pussy on full display to Mjoll. Everything was heavy in the best way, all of her given to Mjoll.
Then the Lioness went in for the kill. She slid the last few inches in, hand tapering, and sunk to the wrist in an inferno of desire. Yosa'Min shouted. Incoherent words vibrated the air around them, shimmering with magic and power. Power that was at Mjoll's behest. Drunken on the submission of the woman she loved most, Mjoll cackled. "Tell them!" She ordered as she flexed her hand, "Tell them how much you love this."
Painted lips moved in a silent cry. Mjoll was careful as she moved her hand, stimulating the overwhelmed woman beneath her. She pushed against tight inner walls that clung to her, trying to work every ounce of pleasure from her hand possible. Wet warmth pulsated around her fingers, malleable to each stroke. The pressure was building to uncontainable levels. Yosa'Min tried to speak, wanting to obey her love, but all that came was a squeak. The sound of sex and slick and love bombarded her ears as Mjoll worked. Ecstasy flowed in waves that became stronger, unyielding, and relentless just like the Lioness who devoured her. She clung to her hand, a lifeline in the sea of pleasure. Mjoll her divining rod.
"Speak."
There was nothing she wouldn't do for Mjoll.
"One word love, that's all I ask. Can you manage that?"
A ragged nod, a gasped breath, a bubbling noise that died in her throat. She needed a word. Yosa'Min was falling heavenward, tumbling over herself. Wings spread to catch herself, to level. Mjoll's hand slipped from hers. Full- she was full and yet lightweight and heavy at the same time. Dizziness spread along her spine. Molten gold eyes pierced her. Pleasure exploded between her legs, dancing across her core, building to an even bigger eruption. She was still tumbling skyward. Eyes watched her, ears listened, their pleasure no secret. She burned bright for all to see. Surely she'd passed the clouds already and would soon be amongst the stars, unable to return. She drowned in constellations that filled her head, stringing themselves into a singular shape.
Mjoll.
"FUCK!"
She came undone with violent power. The bed cracked beneath them. What little personal effects were in the room went soaring, clattering along the floor. Sweat dripped down a trembling woman's body as she came. Once, twice, a third time guided by Mjoll, drawn out of her by expert care, each one just as she'd started to recover from the last. Every inch of her was fire, burning away anything that wasn't the sole thought of how incredibly amazing she felt. From her toes to her brow, she was in the heavens, floating in bliss unparalleled.
Finally, she fell back down to Tamriel into Mjoll's waiting arms.
"I'm so proud of you," purred Mjoll as she slowly started working her way out.
Yosa'Min shook her head, a hand grasping Mjoll's large bicep. "No. St-ay."
"Okay," she replied and leaned down to kiss her.
Blue eyes were lidded. Yosa'Min trembled inside and out. "T-thank you."
The curl of Mjoll's smile was replaced, adoration and care were all that was left. "I hope that wasn't too much," she whispered.
"N-no. I- I loved-" Words failed her but the message still came through. Mjoll sighed and pressed their brows together. They lingered, drinking in the sharp scent of sex.
Heavy boots shifted behind them. Mjoll smirked. Yosa'Min groaned, heat flashing over her again as she remembered their audience. They looked back to the doorway and found six guards gawking at them. Luca was at the forefront, blushing fiercely, helmet no longer on. "I- We-"
"Hello," Mjoll chuckled.
"You hadn't sent the signal so we got worried," Luca rambled, eyes anywhere but the pair. They gave waves and further embarrassed the guardsmen. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Mjoll hummed in that tone that made Yosa'Min ache. She clenched around Mjoll's fist who growled, teetering back to the edge of lust. "We just hope you enjoyed the show."
The guards shifted, Luca as aflame as his ginger hair. One of them nodded. "Yes," said another, murmurs rising. Nearly all of them agreed. All of them but Luca stared at the sight of Mjoll's hand devoured by Yosa'Min's dripping pussy.
Teeth flashed and Yosa'Min leaned back into the broken bed. "Good," Mjoll cooed as she flexed her hand, "you hear that Min? Want to give them another?" Instantly Luca turned and fled from sight. Yosa'Min groaned and shook her head. "Awh, all tuckered out then?"
"Kitten-" Her protest was cut off by soft lips. Slowly they pulled apart, the softness in golden eyes soothing any worries the Dragonborn had. They still had an audience. "Go help the captives," she ordered.
None of the guards moved. Mjoll rolled her eyes and looked back at them. "You heard her, go." They shuffled away. Pride rippled up the nord and she met Yosa'Min's exhausted gaze. "I could find you some clothes," she offered. "Though I think they're all dirty here."
Her hand was back to the base of her fingers, as flared as possible. Burning desire coated her hand, dripping down her wrist and staining the sheets. Yosa'Min sucked in a breath of air, delighting in that sensation for as long as she could. Waiting for a signal to continue, Mjoll admired every tremble of her love. When nearly a minute had passed, she cracked a grin. "Do you… want me to stay here?"
"It feels so fucking good," declared Yosa'Min in a rush.
"Clearly," goaded Mjoll. She flexed her hand and rubbed against trembling inner walls. Yosa'Min squeaked and gyrated, lip bitten with a low moan. "Shall I fuck you like this more often?"
"Yes!" She begged. A startled cry came from those listening. Yosa'Min ignored them entirely, fixated on the master of her world. "Gods above please Mjoll, I will do whatever you want to do that again!" She moved her hips, working out the last bits of ecstasy she could.
A throaty rumble came from the Lioness, a proper growl that made Yosa'Min swoon. "I suppose I could be enticed," she whispered, leaning down and stealing an impassioned kiss from her exhausted love. Fresh slick coated her fingers, the smell intoxicating.
Mjoll smiled. "But perhaps in our own bed?
Nodding in growing agreement, Yosa'Min unclenched around Mjoll's hand. The Lioness pulled free, a moan following after. Golden eyes took in the mess and with a chuckle, she wiped her hand off on the sheets of the broken bed. It wasn't going to be seeing much more use after all. "Stay here, I'll fetch you something to wear."
A scoff came from Yosa'Min, drawing the nord back to her. "Why bother, I'll be taking it off again won't I?"
"I suppose but don't you want to get dressed? Unless you're planning something?"
"A show of another kind?" Suggested Yosa'Min with a dawning grin. "You'll keep anyone from causing trouble, won't you? After all, no one will really believe the guardsmen or captives about what they saw, and then there goes the whole point of such a public proclamation."
One brow arched and teeth flashed as Mjoll leaned closer and they kissed. "I would hate for such a thing to go to waste," she purred. Her burning cheeks gave away her excitement, a light in her eyes that was like kindling to Yosa'Min's poor self-control.
Yosa'Min rose with a languid stretch, allowing Mjoll to take her in fully. She admired the curves of her body and muscle. Her thighs were still damp with arousal and the Lioness took a rag, wet it in the nearby basin, and tenderly cleaned her up. The soft touch made Yosa'Min sigh, the larger woman on her knees taking care of her. "Sweet thing," Yosa'Min praised.
"Well you have to be presentable don't you," chuckled Mjoll. She pressed her lips to dark skin and Yosa'Min inhaled sharply. "Before I dirty you again."
"A blessing, truly," Yosa'Min replied. Fingers curled under Mjoll's chin and their eyes met. Love blossomed forth and Mjoll parted her lips. Energy crackled between them and with a dramatic sigh, Yosa'Min pushed her away. "Tempting, but as you said, let us wait until we're home."
Shaking her head, Mjoll swept Yosa'Min into her arms. One hand rested far too close to Yosa'Min's pussy for her to think it an accident, thrilling her deeply. She grinned and kissed Mjoll. "At least allow me to carry you to Riften, the forest will not be kind to your feet."
Her smile had only grown, and Yosa'Min clung to her love. "I certainly can't say no to that."
"Not too late to change your mind," said Mjoll as they stood before the gates of Riften. The two guards standing nearby stared openly. One of them hadn't shut his mouth since they'd arrived.
Yosa'Min chuckled, fangs flashing with deep satisfaction. "Come on Kitten, you and I both know that to be untrue. We're here, let us go through with it. Unless you're the nervous one?"
Golden eyes ran over exposed dark red skin, drinking in her heavy tits and fat ass. "No, not nervous," she said slowly. "Cautious is all. The high has mellowed some."
Yosa'Min grabbed one hand and pulled the Lioness into a heated kiss. Instinctively, hands grabbed her ass, clinging like they were a lifeline. "Allow me to send you heavenward again then," she growled when they pulled apart, Mjoll gasping for air. The gate guards whistled at the display.
Mjoll shifted, hunger renewed. "Let's go for a walk," she said, an order rather than a suggestion.
"Yes ma'am," replied Yosa'Min. The gate came open without a protest, and Yosa'Min entered with her head held high. Evening had come, casting the city in beautiful golden rays. Plenty of people were out, shopping in the market at the circular center of town, while others were entering the Bee and Barb for dinner and music. It was not an instantaneous shift, the gates opened plenty at these hours, but as one after another noticed the state of undress the Dragonborn was in, a gawking silence grew. Soon, over a dozen people were staring. A patrol of guardsmen stopped down the street. It was clear they were unsure how to react.
A hand pressed against the small of Yosa'Min's back. She grinned and stood up straighter. "Walk," ordered Mjoll. The redguard hummed and obeyed, making sure to emphasize her steps. Hips moved like water, fluidly carrying her into the small city. Wind chilled her exposed tits, making her nipples harden and a shudder rock through her. The heavy footsteps of her nord protector sounded on the cobblestones behind her, a solid reassurance.
She delighted in their eyes running over her, taking in her beautiful body. The bridge was crossed with no protests, a pair standing aside and gawking as they went. Aimed for the market first, Yosa'Min was sure to keep her steps lively. Someone darted into the Bee and Barb as they passed, and the sound of more onlookers joining the gathering crowd made her beam. Mjoll kept a hand on her at all times, as if holding a leash to the Dragonborn. It was clear who was in charge between them, despite all the power and swagger of Yosa'Min.
When they reached the center market Yosa'Min caught sight of Brynjolf. The former compatriot stared with a flush growing that rivaled his hair. More and more the activities of evening barter ceased until all looked at the naked woman and her lover. The patrol of guards shifted, and from them came Luca. "Yosa'Min," he began, helmet concealing his embarrassment but the warble to his voice was clear. "You know you can't be out here naked."
"I just wanted to make sure my report came in," she replied in an overly innocent voice. She pushed her arms in to present her chest. "The Jarl should hear how well the plan you devised went, and that the slavers are no longer an issue for the fair people of Riften."
He nodded slowly. "Perhaps it is best to wait for tomorrow?"
"Awh, but Mjoll wanted it done tonight, and what Mjoll wants I do," Yosa'Min pouted.
The Lioness' hand slid down to her ass and squeezed. Yosa'Min stiffened and inhaled. The crowd drew closer, energy building. "I'd like Riften to know who to thank for keeping them safe," Mjoll said to Luca.
"They know," he replied.
Mjoll kissed Yosa'Min's cheek and groped her. "Great. Do you hear that then Min? I suppose it's time I rewarded you for such a good job."
Yosa'Min lidded her eyes, the nord's words like silk that enveloped her. "Oh, please…" She whimpered, no need to pretend. Her knees quaked at the promise. When one hand fondled her chest while the other rubbed her slit she nearly collapsed. "Mjoll!"
Satisfied that the message was well received, Mjoll started walking home. Yosa'Min immediately followed, and when she was alongside Mjoll the nord spanked her ass. Someone swore as they watched. Skipping forward with a delighted yelp, Yosa'Min found herself nearly running, making sure to jiggle her ass as she went. Mjoll whistled after her, and they left the onlookers behind.
"Good girl!"