She looked really cute as she slept through the night. It's a good thing that I'm a nocturnal. As the sun rises, the light gently shined on her face, waking her up. She groaned as she stretched her arms then rubbed her eyes. "Good morning, beautiful." I nonchalantly greeted her.

She immediatley blushed and stuttered. "G-G-Good morning..."She stood up and continued stretching. Her ass were up in the air. I couldn't help but stare at it until she noticed. "Please stop staring. It is rather... Embarasing for me..." well, I smiled as I stood up to pack. After a few minutes of packing, we ate breakfast and chatted for a while.

She used to live in Solstheim but things didn't quite work out due to some reasons in which she wasn't even sure of. I guess I'll be paying Miraak a visit soon. She also said that she used to work with the thieves guild but she was caught pickpocketing a guard so she also had to flee from their for a while.

"Let's go" I told her. She nodded and followed me down the mountain. We crossed the lake and continued on with our way. After a few hours passed, it was noon. We sat down on the grass. We were almost nearing where Cicero's 'cargo' is stuck. I left her there for a bit and ran off to see if anything changed with the Jester. Just as I was nearing the cart, I could see the back of a person with a jester's outfit. The person had abouth shoulder-length hair, some nice curves behind, and a slim waist. I could hear her mutter under hear brearh with a puff. She had just about the cutest voice.

"Agh! Bother and befuddle! Stuck here! Stuck! My mother, my poor mother. Unmoving. At rest, but too still!" I smiled as to how cute she was acting. "Is there something wrong?" I asked her. "Poor Cicari is stuck. Can't you see? I was transporting my dear, sweet mother. Well, not her. Her corpse! She's quite dead. I'm taking mother to a new home. A new crypt. But... aggh! Wagon wheel! Damnedest wagon wheel! It broke! Don't you see?" Still the same words, huh? "What can I do to help?" I asked her.

"Oh. Oh yes! Yes, the kindly stranger can certainly help! Go to the farm - the Loreius Farm. Just over there, off the road. Talk to Loreius. He has tools! He can help me! But he won't! He refuses! Convince Loreius to fix my wheel! Do that, and poor Cicari will reward you. With coin! Gleamy, shiny coin!" She said. "We'll talk about my payment later. Wait here." I told her as I went up the hill. I made it to the top to see Loreius tending to his farm. "Hello, sir. Are you Loreius?" I asked. "Who's asking?" He said, stopping his work. "Just an adventurer. Anyway, I'll pay you to repair the cart and let us in your house for a night." I told him. He looked at me skeptically before speaking again. "How much are we talking here?" He asked. "A few hundred septims." I instantly said. "Done." He told me before taking his tools and going down.

I followed behind him walked towards Cicari. He inspected the cart then looked at me. "It'll be done in a while." He said before he started. I grabbed Cicari's hand and walked towards Loreius' home. "How did you convince him?" She asked, somehow sounding like a sane person. "I have my ways." I simply told her. "Where are we going?" She asked again. "Collecting my payment." I told her as I smirked. I opened the doors and pushed her down the bed. I ripped her clothes which were hiding her c-cup breasts. She looked embarassed yet excited. She was already sopping wet as I touched her city gates.

I kissed her soft and warm, rosy lips as I inserted 2 fingers. After a good few moments passed, we parted and she started panting. "Why *pant* aren't you *pant* tir-eeep" She got cut off as I rammed my little dovah in her cave. Her moans kept getting louder and louder after each thrust. After a few hours of intense intercourse, she fainted. I dressed her and carried her out. Loreius was already waiting beside the fixed cart. I laid her down on the coach's seat and paid Loreius. After doing so, I ran back to the already camping dark elf.

"Sorry, it took longer than expected." I apologized to her. She waved her hands. "No, no. It's quite alright." She said. It's still in the middle of the day, we're almost there. We fixed the camp and I kept the equipment in my satchel. I'm quite thankful to my mother for creating new types of magic. I led the way and after a while, we reached the gates. "Halt." One of the quards said. "Riverwood seeks aid from the Jarl. Let us pass." I deadpanned. "Riverwood's in trouble, too? Better let the Jarl know. He lives at Dragon's Reach, atop the hill." He told me as he unlocked the gate and pointed at the big, wooden, building in the distance.

I nodded at him and made our way. In the middle of the street, a nord woman wearing Imperial armor was arguing with an Imperial woman wearing smithing clothes. Their heated arguement was stopped when they noticed me walk towards them. The nord woman crossed her arms and looked up at me. She was about shoulder level. "Gray-mane or Battleborn?" She asked. I looked at her straight in the eye and directed my killing intent towards her.

She fell and shivered, causing the guard near the gate to check on us. "What's going on here?" He asked. "Not causing trouble, I hope." He told me as he crossed his arms. "Of course not. She probably just took a wrong step." I smiled at the guard then looked at the woman. "Isn't that right?" I asked her as I extended my arm. She nodded in fear, yet still took my hand. "Yes..." she spoke. "I see." The guard said then went back to his post. "Ravel, wait for me in the Drunken Huntsman." She was about to say something but decided to go. I patted her head. "Don't worry." I smiled at her. She smiled and continued on.

"Let's go somewhere... private." I grimly said. She nodded. I took her hand and we went towards the back of an old house. I pushed her towards the wall. "I suggest you to make your family make amends with the Gray-manes." I told her coldly. "W-why? A-are you a stormcloak symphatizer?" She asked. I chuckled softly. "No." I deadpanned. "Then, why...?" She asked again. "I'm a force much stronger than all the soldiers of every province in Tamriel." She looked at me confusely. "Perhaps it would be best to show you." I grabbed her hand and teleported to a big forsworn fortress. "Wh-what was that?!" She yelled. "Look over there." She looked towards the direction I was pointing at.

"This is a forsworn fortress. I'm going to wipe them out in a single spell." I told her. She looked at me cunfusedly again. I raised my open hand towards the fortress and a dark red glow emitted in my hand. In a split second I fired, not even a spec of dust from their corpses were found. Only a giant scorch mark was left. "This isn't even close to a tenth of my full power." I told her. She was left speechless at the spectacle. I grabbed her hand and teleported us back again to where we were. "Do you understand now?" I asked her coldly. "Who... are you...?" She tried to speak. "Remember it well. My name is Marvous Dragons-Bane. I am the Hell Bringer." I smirked at her.


A/N: Hey guys. Been a long while since the previous chapter. Hope you guys still like my fanfic. I'm thinking of doing a TAWOG fanfic, too since it's about to die anyways. Also, the reason for the long update is cuz I've been quite busy with work all humans do; LIFE. I had to reorganize it since I've been a mess for awhile then just got lazy to write. And here's a side note, question and answer will be out next so please let me hear your question and I'll answer them as briefly as I can.

Review and follow please! Criticisms will be taken note of while flames will be used to cook food by Marvous. Thanks