Notes:
I'll be working this into Miranja's whole story as a chapter, but I couldn't wait to get it all down, so I'm presenting it early as a one-shot. Enjoy!
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18 Morning Star, 4E 202
That damned Enthir. He was oily, self-serving, sneaky… and sexy as hell. Miranja was spending the night on campus between missions, but she was having trouble sleeping because she was feeling particularly libidinous and couldn't get Enthir off her mind. He was so close.
As a new student, trying to get Onmund's amulet back from him, Miranja had offered to give him head. He had been more than willing to accept her offer, but he still wanted his damned staff back. She, on the other hand, had been more than willing to give him both. Now, as the Arch-mage, Miranja knew that it would be unethical to go to bed with him, but hadn't she – and gods knew how many others at the college – already done rather unethical business with him in the first place? Besides, even if they were fucking, that didn't mean that she was going to treat him any differently than the other students in any other way. Enthir was obviously good at keeping secrets, and so was she. Not that she was there very often, anyway.
The nice thing about the college was that there were no guards, no one up walking around at 2 or 3 in the morning. And it seemed that Enthir rarely, if ever, slept. The Arch-mage's Quarters were the most private place in the whole college, and she had a lovely full-sized bed up there… Hmm. That could be fun, but it would be even more fun to have him somewhere they could possibly get caught. She didn't know if he was really attracted to her or if he was just being a suck-up to stay on her good side, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be hard to convince him. She could blackmail him or simply persuade him, if necessary.
At two A.M., she entered the Hall of Attainment. Everyone on the first floor was sound asleep. Upstairs, well, there was no one but Enthir, now that Arniel was… wherever he had gone. She could see the flicker of candlelight emanating from his room even as she reached the top of the stairs. Sure enough, as she rounded the doorway, she spied him standing by the bookcase, and he appeared as if he had already been expecting her, even though she had been as quiet as a church mouse.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Enthir, it's two in the morning. Why are you up?"
"I could ask the same of you, you know. If you're looking to catch me at something, well, there's certainly nothing illicit going on here, Arch-mage. You can be quite sure of that."
Miranja lowered her lashes and gave him a very suggestive look, stepping into the room and walking slowly toward him. "There could be, if you want…"
"Are you looking for something… hard to come by?" Enthir was trying to act like business as usual, but his eyes belied his nervousness as she stopped in front of him. He was still unsure of what she was playing at.
"I am definitely looking for something hard… to come by, if you take my meaning." She was gratified to see the naughty gleam light his eyes as he caught on and relaxed a little.
Slipping back into his cocky self-assuredness, he reached out and put his hands on her waist, testing the water. When she continued smiling and staring into his amber eyes, he relaxed all the way and pulled her into his arms, his face inches from hers. His voice, normally brash, was suddenly soft, low, and sultry. "I think I can accommodate you there, Arch-Mage." It filled Miranja's body with a hot flush.
He pressed his hips against hers and she could feel his erection. "So, you're up and skulking around the Hall of Attainment in the middle of the night, all because of me?" He grinned evilly and went in for a kiss, delving between her lips with his tongue to taste the sweetness of her mouth, ending by sucking her bottom lip and sliding his tongue across it, getting her heart pounding and leaving her panting. "I have to admit, the thought of what the new Arch-Mage might taste like has definitely crossed my mind more than once," he murmured against her lips.
It crossed her mind at that moment to ask him if he'd ever wondered about that before she became Arch-Mage, but she decided that it didn't really matter. What mattered was that he wanted her now."I still remember what you taste like, Enthir, and I would love to enjoy more of you." She was sincere, but if it stroked his ego, then all the better. The incident with Onmund's necklace last Frostfall had given her that taste of him, when she'd offered to suck him in exchange for the necklace and he'd accepted. Of course, she'd told him he'd get his blowjob once she got the necklace back, and he'd countered by saying he'd give the necklace back when he got his staff back – but he'd still take her up on the blowjob. It had been an acceptable deal to both of them, but Enthir had probably gotten the best end of it.
"Your quarters or mine?" Enthir asked, nuzzling her neck.
"Neither, if you're game," she replied, a challenge in her voice. "I had a couple of places in mind: either right at the feet of Shalidor's statue in the courtyard, or in the Hall of the Elements. Somewhere dangerous. Unless you can think of a better place."
Enthir pulled back to look her in the face. "Well, hell, Arch-Mage, if you want dangerous, why not go straight to the Midden?"
Miranja made a disdainful face. "Come on, Enthir, I have some standards. I draw the line at fucking in the Midden. Besides, there's not much chance of being discovered there, and that's the kind of danger I'm looking for."
"Well, I draw the line at getting naked in a blizzard, so I guess the Hall of the Elements it is."
"I'm so glad you're agreeable," Miranja grinned devilishly, holding his face in both hands and devouring his wide, sensuous mouth. He responded by holding her head and pushing his fingers through her long, thick hair, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as if he would choke her, tasting her tongue, running his tongue over the backs of her teeth, then withdrawing to firmly bite her lower lip and flick his tongue across it once again.
"Mmm, Arch-Mage," he softly growled, "if your kitten is as sweet as your mouth, then I can't wait for dessert." His forceful kiss and lewd words only excited her further.
As far as Miranja could remember, he had never once called her by her name. She was sure he knew it, but she felt no inclination to ask him to use it. It rather turned her on when he deferred to her, even if there was the slightest note of sarcasm when he called her Arch-Mage. After this night, he would no longer use her title sarcastically, if she had anything to say about it.
"Just grab a blanket, a towel, and a bottle of mead and let's go," Miranja murmured huskily, her lust practically choking her.
Enthir gathered the items quickly and they crept almost silently down the stairs. They slipped out the door as quickly as they could, so the cold draft from outdoors wouldn't awaken anyone – namely Tolfdir, whose room was closest to the front door. Instead of taking the central walkway past Shalidor, they skirted the courtyard around the edge, keeping in the shadows just in case, then Enthir opened one of the big doors to the tower and held it while she slipped in. They could have used invisibility potions, but there was no challenge in being invisible.
On the ledge of the central focal point, she sat down and waited a moment while Enthir set their "supplies" on the floor. He came to stand before her and pulled off her wet, snowy boots, tossing them far enough that they wouldn't be in the way, then pulled off his own and tossed them over with hers. Her Arch-Mage's robes came next, and Enthir tossed them in a different direction from the wet boots. He was delighted to find that she didn't wear a bra underneath.
"Those are some succulent fruits you have there, Arch-Mage," he intoned lustfully.
"You're welcome to have a taste," she purred, her heart already in her throat, "but please, kiss me first."
"Well, since you're asking nicely…" Enthir bent down toward her, and just before he reached her, she extended her tongue and gave his lips a lewd lick. He fairly snorted in arousal and, where he had originally intended to kiss her softly and ease into things, he now pressed forward to crush his mouth against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth to wrestle with hers for dominance. He held the back of her head, fingers in her thick dark hair. When they separated, both were flushed and panting.
Enthir directed his gaze down at her breasts. Her nipples were erect both from being out in the cold and from arousal, and he cupped the fleshy globes in his hands and suckled them in turn, biting her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. The humid warmth of his mouth was delicious to her chilled skin.
"Oooooh, Enthir… that feels wonderful." Finally getting naked with this bad boy was already making her crazy. She hoped that her suspicions were correct and that he liked to play rough.
Enthir pulled the drawstring on her trousers with one hand as he continued cupping the breast he was currently suckling. Miranja braced herself with her hands on the arc of the low stone wall, then lifted her hips as Enthir released her breast. With both hands, he hooked his thumbs under the waistbands of both her panties and her trousers, and slid them smoothly down her legs, tossing them over to join her robes.
He turned back to her with a predatory smile that made her heart pound with excitement and ran his gaze from her face down toward her center as he put his hands on the inside of her knees – and was surprised to be met with resistance. His eyes flicked to her face questioningly, and he found that she was smiling at him tauntingly, her eyes challenging him.
"You haven't taken off a damned thing yet, Enthir. I hardly think that's fair."
"A lot of things in life aren't fair. I thought you knew that by now, Arch-Mage." He tried again to pry her legs apart, and she continued to clench them tightly together.
"I do, indeed," Miranja murmured, still fixing him with her eyes. "But getting caught having sex fully dressed isn't nearly as risky – or as fun – as getting caught completely in the buff, don't you agree?"
"That may be so, Arch-Mage, but I'm finding it rather amusing and arousing to have the upper hand on you." His smug smile taunted her.
The fire in Miranja's belly flared up, and she found she was eager to go along with Enthir's game. "Well, turnabout is fair play, my sexy, shady friend. if you're not going to give me what I want, then I think you're going to have to try to take what you want by force."
A lustful spark came to his eyes, and the predatory grin returned to his face. Quick as a flash, he captured her wrists in his hands and wrestled her to the bare floor, the blanket forgotten.
Miranja winced and sucked in her breath as her ass touched the cold stone, but she was smiling as Enthir lowered her back roughly to the floor, following her down to once again crush her mouth with his. Her body rose against him, hips undulating sensuously side-to-side as she created pressure on her clit.
Enthir growled and moved Miranja's wrists into one hand, squeezing tightly against her struggling as he raised her arms above her head and pressed her wrists to the floor. He put his weight on them until she cried out, and held her there with steady pressure. "You want to play that kind of game, little girl?" he asked in the same low, dangerous tone he'd used the day she met him, when he'd threatened to fry her from the inside out. He was leaning to one side on the elbow of the arm he was using to hold her wrists.
"That's Arch-Mage to you," she replied haughtily, bringing her knees up and wedging them against Enthir's belly to hold him away from her. He was stronger than she, of course, and he could have easily pushed her legs downward, but he surprised her by reaching down below her legs with his free hand and finding her exposed slit with the tips of his fingers. It hadn't occurred to her that raising her knees would leave her crotch exposed. His still-chilly fingers elicited a surprised gasp from her throat.
"Mmm, Arch-Mage, if I didn't know any better I'd think this was an invitation, but are you inviting me in the front door or the back door? Because they're both so easily accessible…"
"Are you saying you'd come in either one? In that case, take your pick and make yourself at home – if you can." She lowered her legs once again, pressing them together as tightly as she could, crossing her ankles.
"Do you really think that's going to keep me out?"
"We'll see," Miranja said confidently. "A woman's thighs are the strongest part of her body."
"Do you know the expression, 'The pen is mightier than the sword,' Arch-Mage?"
"Of course."
"Keep that in mind and watch the master at work."
Enthir separated her hands and took one in each of his once again, lowering her arms to her sides and keeping a tight grip on her wrists, and Miranja, mystified, attempted to brace herself – but for what, she didn't know.
Holding her gaze, he circled his tongue around one nipple, then the other, causing them to stiffen, and Miranja to moan. He took the first one in his teeth and applied pressure, pulling away at the same time until her flesh had stretched to its limit and the sensitive bud broke free of his bite. He repeated this on the other nipple, and Miranja made a futile attempt to free her hands even as she arched her back at the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure Enthir was giving her.
The thing Miranja always loved most about rough sex was the idea that her partner was perfectly capable of doing real damage to her body, but she trusted them not to. She trusted them to only go to her limit, and maybe slightly beyond. Enthir… sometimes she wasn't altogether sure she could trust him, but she was willing to take that risk just to know what he was like in bed. So far, she was pleased.
Enthir started nipping his way down her belly, making a trail of little bright spots of pain. She tried to bring her knees up again to push him away, but he laid one shin across both of her shins and bore down, now turned sideways and having to reach over her to keep her far hand pinned. It was awkward, but he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be needing to keep her pinned much longer. She was still pressing her legs together, but she had to tire out sooner or later. He didn't need to use his hands to separate those ivory thighs…
He could smell her musk before he even lowered his head, and it only increased his determination to break down her barriers. This little cat-and-mouse game was an amusing diversion, but he was growing impatient. With a self-confident smirk, he made eye contact with her, then extended his tongue and worked it down between her now-quivering thighs, seeking a taste of that honey. He took advantage of the soft give of her flesh by pressing down with his chin to open the path and work his tongue further in. He knew he'd found her clit when she gasped and bucked her hips, and he flicked his tongue back and forth, enjoying her moans and whimpers. He could feel her resolve weakening even as his own grew stronger.
Finally, he felt her legs relax, and he tentatively let go of her hands, prepared to snatch them back if she decided to get feisty again. He put his hands between her thighs and this time they separated without resistance. He pulled back to take in the sight of her inner sanctum, gave her a sultry, smirking glance, and pushed her thighs wide apart, going in for what he had earlier called 'dessert.' Yes, they had skipped the main course, but they could go back for it later.
Miranja closed her eyes and lolled her head back on the floor, reveling in Enthir's sensuous oral attentions. "Ohhh, Enthir, who did I think I was kidding? I couldn't resist you for very long. You knew how badly I wanted you. I've wanted you since the day I met you."
Enthir didn't stop to answer. He simply responded by humming his agreement and pushing his two longest fingers inside of her, getting another moan out of her. He smiled when she threaded her fingers through his hair and closed them into a fist.
"Fuck me harder," Miranja said.
"Ask me nicely," Enthir countered.
"Would you please fuck me harder, Enthir, you sexy rogue?"
Enthir clenched his teeth and shoved his fingers into her roughly, repeating the action with great relish as she met his thrusts and groaned with pleasure. He went back to plying her with his mouth, sucking her clit hard enough to be almost painful, eliciting a groan that was almost a scream.
"Faster," she panted in an agony of combined pain and pleasure. He obliged her, and she nearly wept with the sensory overload. "Oh, yes, that, just exactly that, don't stop…" She could feel the orgasm building, it was going to be any second now…
His name began as a growl from her throat and rose to a lingering shout as she closed her thighs around his head and bucked her hips upward. He stopped sucking and pushed one thigh away from his head so he could bring his hand up. He pressed the heel of his hand against her swollen clit and ground up and down, back and forth, watching her with smug self-satisfaction until her throes ended.
"Feel better, Arch-Mage?" Enthir asked, rising to his knees and wiping his mouth.
"Mmmmm…" She sat up, got to her knees, and came after him to devour his mouth. "Thank you," she panted between fervent kisses.
"You owe me one now," Enthir gloated, loosening the drawstring of his trousers.
"With pleasure." Miranja slid her hand down the trail of hair on his soft belly into his trousers, finding and grasping his hot and hard cock, stroking it quickly and roughly as she kissed him again.
Enthir pulled her hand away and got to his feet, removing his robes at last and adding them to the pile of Miranja's clothes. Miranja had risen with him, and now she greedily ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, bending down to circle each of his nipples with her tongue. She bit one just a little too hard, and laughed when Enthir reflexively smacked the side of her head to push her away.
She kissed her way down his soft body, running her hands all over his back and sides. When she reached his randy member, she went down on her knees once again. She didn't touch it with her hands but ran her tongue up the underside as she used her hands to stroke his inner thighs and his scrotum. She took the seeping head into her mouth, smiling inwardly at Enthir's impassioned groan, then reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him toward her to plunge his cock all the way into her throat.
Enthir swayed as she began doing her thing. "Ahhh, Arch-Mage, you don't know how many times I've thought about you doing this back in Frostfall and wished I could find a way to make it happen again."
Miranja stopped sucking him and used her hands as she replied. "Believe me, Enthir, I've thought about it, too, and wanted to do much more with you. And here we are."
As Miranja bent back to her task, Enthir asked, "Did you really mean you'd let me in either door?"
Not wanting to stop her ministrations again, she replied with a thumbs-up. She continued while Enthir pondered.
"Get up," he told her a few moments later. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, then wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. "Put your legs around me."
She responded by wrapping both her arms and her legs around him. He held her up by her ass and walked them to the nearest stanchion, then pressed her back firmly against it to hold her in place while he worked to fit himself to her entrance and fill her slowly and steadily with his manflesh.
Butterflies flared up in Miranja's belly at the sensation of him coming into her body. She had fantasized about this moment from the day she'd met him, and she praised Dibella that it was finally happening.
"Gods, Enthir, you feel so damned good inside me," she groaned against his shoulder as he started fucking her with long, hard strokes. He didn't answer, focused on the sweet, soft warmth enveloping him. He nuzzled her ear and neck, biting, licking, kissing. His breath, hot in her ear, gave her gooseflesh and fanned the flames of her passion. Little grunts, groans, and sighs escaped her as she took his repeated invasions with great delight.
Suddenly he stopped, pulled out, and turned her around. "Bend over," he instructed, and she obeyed willingly, knowing what he was going to do next.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, fingers splayed on her belly, and aligned himself with the other hand, pressing surprisingly gently. She bore down against his limb, and he slid in slowly but smoothly, thanks to the fluids that had seeped down from above when he'd had her against the wall. Enthir was groaning in sublime pleasure, and knowing that he was enjoying himself enhanced her own enjoyment. When he got himself fully implanted, he held her by her hips and began moving with short, jabbing strokes as she pressed and rubbed her clit. It felt delicious, but she just wasn't able to apply the pressure she needed to reach the apex.
"Enthir, can we do this facing each other?"
Enthir withdrew and followed her back to the focal point, where she spread the blanket out and sat down, inviting him with her arms out. He knelt and joined her, grabbing the towel and folding it to cushion his knees. He pushed her legs high so that he could see what he was doing when he re-entered her. Once they were coupled again, he let her lower her legs to his hips, sank to his elbows on top of her, and went back to work.
"Do you feel dirty, Arch-Mage," he murmured tauntingly in her ear, "letting your 'shady' student fill your ass with his cock?"
"Oh, yes," she purred back fervently. "It's so delicious to do things that are taboo. The added sense of danger makes it so much more thrilling." His pubic bone was pressing against her clit just right when he ground against her on the in-strokes, and she was nearly swooning with pleasure and lust.
"It is pretty damned good," he agreed, increasing the pace. "Gods, I can't believe I'm in that gorgeous ass of yours, Arch-Mage. I want to make you squeal."
"Keep doing exactly what you're doing, and you just might," Miranja taunted back.
Enthir fucked her with a steady, driving pace, going harder or faster whenever she asked.
"You'd better get there quick, girl, before I blow like Red Mountain and start getting soft again."
"I'm so close," she panted. "Come with me."
Enthir pushed his arms beneath her back and squeezed her to him, exciting her further. When he grunted, bit her ear, and slammed his cock into her and held it there, grinding, as he spilled his seed into her, that was the impetus she needed to slip over the edge and wallow with him in the decadent pleasure of their illicit union.
Afterwards, they cleaned up and sat on the blanket with their backs to the focal point wall, passing the wine bottle back and forth and chatting for a bit. Miranja started yawning, so she gathered her clothes and dressed to go upstairs to bed. Enthir followed suit, dressing and folding the blanket and re-corking the wine bottle to head back to his room.
Before they parted at the front doors, Enthir stopped her and pulled her back into his arms to nibble her ear and nuzzle her neck. "Think you'll ever want to do this again, or were you just satisfying your curiosity?"
"I don't know; we'll see, I guess. I was satisfying my curiosity, and I do think it's worth revisiting, but my life is so busy that when I am here, it's only briefly before I have to run off and do something else."
"Let me know, Arch-Mage," he told her as he withdrew. "I'm almost always here."
"I certainly will, Enthir. I had a wickedly good time tonight. Thank you for obliging me." Her hand was on the doorknob to the stairwell.
"I was obliging myself in the process, I assure you. Try to stop being such a stranger."
"I'll try," she smiled, opening the door as he opened the front door. "See you next time."
She watched him as he slipped out into the blustery snow, a satisfied smile turning up her lips, then headed up the stairs to get a few hours' sleep before heading out to find Septimus Signus.