So I'm skipping Aisling's time running around Eastmarch and the rest of Skyrim for this story, mainly because for the most part it won't have much of an influence on what happens... I think. I have no idea. But I have started writing it, and when I get a bit more put together I'll start putting it up. The first chapter will be pretty much the Ulfric/Galmar/Aisling section of the previous chapter, just to set it up. But we'll get the whys and whatnot answered eventually!
Alright, time for the story to actually earn that M rating. Now, if you think my regular writing is poor to average at best, my smutty mcsmuttsmut is poor at best. I can only get better right? RIGHT?! But please, do tell me how I can make it better 3
The next afternoon saw a battle-worn soldier with thievish tendencies (or was it a war-weary thief with soldier-like tendencies? Aisling wasn't quite sure anymore) stumbling through the front door of her home, closing and locking it behind her. Everything the Nord woman was carrying got dropped next to the door- bags filled with legitimately acquired loot and not so legally gotten, her helmet, shield and scabbard with sword right behind them. Bracers, followed by the remaining armor she wore, got chucked blindly into corners. Her body screamed at her in exhaustion and pain, cursing at her for dancing to the Bear of Markarth's tune, for living up to the stereotype of being a relatively honorable Nord. Thieves and Honor don't mix, Ais. Next time, let Ulfric rot in whatever shit he lands in, regardless of your oaths. It's no more than he deserves, even after all this time. She bites back a yawn as she makes her way over to her bed and, after collapsing face down on it, pulls the snow bear fur blanket over her naked form, letting the somehow still lingering cinnamon smell lull her to sleep. Just a short nap is all I need. I have plenty of time before I have to cook...
As she slept, the thief figured her mind decided that it's human had dealt with enough horker shit in the waking world, and blessed her with images of strong hands rubbing at aching muscles, followed by featheresque caresses against her jaw and sides. The feeling of chapped lips and a wet tongue, outlined by just the hint of scruff, come soon after that, giving Aisling the notion of someone worshiping her scarred and broken body.
Normally, the self-deprecating ginger would swear emphatically that no man (or woman, for that matter) in their right mind would want anything to do with her, but both her mind and body were enjoying this so much that she could put off waking up just a little bit longer.
A soft sigh of enjoyment escapes her mouth as that relaxed feeling trails down from her neck, over and around her breasts, spreading out across her torso and settling heavily just below her hips. When the warmth doesn't continue moving, the woman whimpers, snaking her hand downwards to try and... help that feeling along just a bit.
Unfortunately for Aisling, the wall between what she thought was a dream and the reality of her situation starts to come crashing down when a very real hand grabbed onto her arm and moved it onto the mattress beneath her. Then came the feeling of a tip of a tongue slipping in between her folds, followed by a pair of probing fingers. The female thief grabs onto the sheet beneath her in an attempt to keep her rather traitorous hips from thrusting upwards, failing miserably. In her sleep mixed with lust haze, she somewhat likened this to a bard playing an instrument- every touch coaxing out a different sound from her mouth, a song that only the two of them could hear.
All good things come to an end, and sadly mortals can not fuck indefinitely- even the Dragonborn Guild Master. A strange sound of a whimper blending in with a moan escapes the ginger woman's lips, the lower half of her body arching up against her unknown partner's face. Muscles- even ones Aisling didn't know she had- tighten moments before a very intense orgasm shoots through her body, leaving the woman panting and shaking, but that doesn't stop the look of utter bliss from breaking out across her face.
A calloused hand slowly leads her body down to the mattress and back down to earth. Coming back to herself somewhat, the woman opens heavily lidded eyes, a glazed look falling upon mischievous topazes glinting up through the shadows made by her still raised legs. Crimson eyebrows furrow in confusion, and she pinches the side of her thigh to make sure that she's not still dreaming. Nope. Still there. "Wha..."
"I was a little hungrier than I thought, so I helped myself." A smirk crosses the Breton's face as he slips his tongue back in, cleaning up the mess that he would freely and proudly admit that he caused. "But had I known my meal of choice tasted this amazing, I would not have waited this long..."
Maybe she was imagining it, or maybe she was still foggy from the strange yet not altogether unwelcome way her guild's Sneak Trainer pulled her from sleep's embrace, but to Aisling it seemed that Delvin's usually calm voice sounded different- darker and lust laden. "Seems I can't get annoyed about you breaking into my house, Mallory, considering I gave you the key..." the Guild Master goes breathlessly, "But I can ask you this. What in the name of Nocturnal..."
Slightly damp fingers cover her mouth, effectively silencing the rest of her question. "I normally pride myself on being a bit more observant than most, but how I missed this..." Keeping his hand over her mouth, the older man moves at an agonizingly slow speed up the Nord's figure, pressing his lips against random spots. When he reaches eye level, Delvin says in a near whisper "Did you think I wouldn't find out? That I was perhaps oblivious? Or maybe it was the fact you thought it wasn't reciprocated and that's why you never said anything?"
"We're thieves. We're supposed to always be aware of all that goes on around us, noticeable or not." Aisling slips her tongue out to moisten her dry lips, tasting herself on his fingers. Yes, that did happen. Dark sapphires narrow as nerve endings come down from sensory overload and start properly sending information to her brain. Pants. He is only wearing pants. Moving faster and catching the other thief unawares, she locks her legs around the older male's and starts to roll the pair over, aiming to pin him underneath her.
The action was great in theory, but absolute shit in execution as the woman didn't take into consideration the weight of the trainer's broader frame leaning down against hers. "None of that," he goes, pressing her back against the mattress with ease, then continues the forward motion and presses his mouth against Aisling's hungrily.
In an instant the woman responds in kind, her arms sliding around bare shoulders and latching her teeth into his lower lip. A low feral growl escapes Delvin's throat and he pulls back slightly, giving the female thief the ability to once again roll the two over. Whether it was due to the grace of her Patron or his distraction, Aisling manages to reverse their positions, her palms pressing against his shoulders. "You've had your fun," she goes with a purr as she claims his mouth with hers, "Now it's my turn."
Her naked form slides downwards, tongue periodically darting out to taste the Breton's skin, stopping when she feels the linen of his pants hit her chin. With one hand latching onto the dark fabric and the other hand cupping his hip, Aisling brings both man and clothing down towards the end of her bed. Trousers get thrown over her shoulder, the fingers of her other hand lightly wrapping around his twitching arousal. Delvin's back arches slightly as his eyes flutter shut, a barely audible moan hitting her ears.
Well this won't do, no it won't. Instead of flicking at her fellow thief's forehead to gain his attention, her free hand reaches up and tweaks his nipple none too gently. Darkening amber orbs glance down at her, giving her his now undivided attention. "Sit up and eyes front, Mallory. I want to be able to see and feel every reaction you're having, and I can't do that if you're laying back." As soon as he does what he's told, an impish smile flickers across the Guild Master's face, then she leans forward, taking him into her mouth with a contented sigh.
"Gods Aisling," he breathes out, her name a prayer on goatee framed lips. Rough fingers tangle themselves in the waves of fire enveloping her head, just itching to just force it all the way down but resists the primal urge to fuck her mouth...just barely. The thief loses himself in the slow movements of her head, the warmth of her mouth, the soft caress of her tongue and just the hint of teeth getting dragged along the underside. Before the Breton realizes it, his other hand latches itself into her unrestrained locks and holds her head in place while thrusting deep into her mouth- the battle of wills lost. A muffled sound vibrates around his shaft, and the tormented body part twitches eagerly in response. More... Delvin feels a soft squeeze against his calf, and, taking that as encouragement, moves back just enough to give her a slight reprieve, then pushes straight in to the hilt.
Nearly black eyes flicker shut as Aisling lets out a moan, the long fingers of her left hand drifting downwards to between her thighs, soft touches caressing her already sensitive area. A whine of disapproval escapes her as the man beneath her forces her head back and yanks her bodily up and onto the bed. She meets his gaze, just a little bit of hurt and some confusion in her voice when she asks "What is it?" Then, in a slightly quieter voice, "Did I do something wrong?"
He doesn't say anything, just flips her over and presses her upper body down into the mattress. Delvin grabs her hips in a vice like grip and roughly pushes himself inside her with a groan of relief. "No," the man says in between thrusts, his left hand snaking around to Aisling's front and rubbing at the throbbing bundle of nerves in between her drenched folds. "It's just been so long...far too long. You're so soft...warm...tight, too"
The ginger writhes against the Sneak Master's fingers, gasping as the digits change speed to follow her body, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Gods, Del, what do I have to do to get you back on jobs again? Not having fingers like these bringing in coin to the guild is a crime!"
A chuckle hits her ear as his weight settles carefully on her back, followed by a soft kiss being pressed into her neck. "I'm sure my Guild Master will discover that my fingers as well as the rest of my skills are at her disposal for any and all jobs she feels I could be of use for...even those that are on a more personal level." He plunges into her again, latching his teeth into the softness of her earlobe, causing the woman underneath him to groan and tilt her head to grant him better access. "In fact, I would almost insist that she uses them exclusively."
Any restraint or dignity the two thieves might have still had at this point of their night got thrown out the window into the middle of the lake, their instincts taking over as the only sounds that could be heard in the house were grunts and moans mixed in with panting and skin hitting skin. The friction of the experienced thief's fingers, along with the constant rubbing of his cock against that oh so wonderful sweet spot kept pushing Aisling closer to the edge once more. When her release finally came, the woman screamed the Breton's name so loud she wouldn't have been surprised if they not only heard her down in the Flagon, but clear up to Solstheim and throughout the planes of Oblivion. And honestly, she didn't care. Let them all gossip.
Delvin tightens the hold he has on her as the Guild Master jerked against him, her muscles tightening it's hold around his cock as if wanting to drain him of everything he had. The older man tries to think of something, anything else to delay the inevitable, but his body wasn't having any of it, and with a low moan, thrusts himself as deep as he could into her, filling the auburn haired Nord with his seed. His strength gives out on him and he collapses on top of Aisling, still joined to her.
There you go. Like I said, not great. But hey, I'm relatively content with it. Comments and criticism are welcome, but flames will be used to not only keep me warm, but help me get over my fever and congestion!