Chapter 59
Sex and Solitude
As Bishop and Rona journeyed up the stairs to the crenellations they met with two Legion officers standing by a pair of doors across the way from their main headquarters.
They were led up a flight of stairs and inside to a large dining room where the Companions were already seated and enjoying the refreshments. Athis was red in the eyes like he'd been drinking all day, Farkas was as stoic as ever as he quietly sipped at a flagon, Vilkas sat by with a bottle of Honningbrew taking it easy on the drinking while he frowned over at Aela who kept pouring brandy for herself. General Tullius sat at the head of the table, elbows resting on the surface and hands folded together as he made quiet conversation with his Legate.
Aela noticed the two of them and demonstrated how hard she'd been hitting the bottle as she slurred slightly when she shouted, "You're late!"
Bishop waved a hand at her, "Pft - we got stopped in the street by some raving lunatic."
General Tullius furrowed his brows and said, "Shall I send an officer out to investigate?"
The two of them took their seats, Rona was on the right of General Tullius and Bishop sat in the open spot next to her. She said, "Don't worry, we already took care of it."
"Good, good. I've heard you have a habit of doing good works for the cities you visit. You're quite the upstanding woman, Lady Rona," General Tullius was really laying it on thick.
She laughed slightly, "I just like to keep myself busy."
Vilkas snorted, "Yeah and get paid doing it. You should see the kinds of things folks throw at her. Sometimes I think I'm in the wrong business. Need to be a legendary hero if I want to get paid properly."
Rona smirked at him tilting her head and said, "Well if you want to go trouncing all over Skyrim endlessly killing dragons, training your voice and getting sucked into Daedric realms against your will, Vilkas, please, be my guest."
"Well if it pays that well!" He argued with a laugh.
Rona started pouring a glass of wine for herself, laughing slightly as General Tullius just stared at her and said, "Daedric realms?"
She looked at him and stumbled, "Er…"
Her experience with Sheogorath was still fresh in her mind,although she had no desire to revisit that adventure any time soon. Aela saved the evening, however, holding her own glass of brandy up and laughed, "Hah! This girl's met Sanguine! Should hear that story. Gods, you live in an Oblivion on Nirn don't you, girl?"
"Helgen was Oblivion on Nirn," Tullius said and then he turned to Rona, his hands still clasped in front of him, "I've been meaning to ask how you managed to escape that nightmare."
She scoffed and tipped her glass back, downing it quickly. If she was about to have this conversation with the man who nearly had her executed, she'd need to be a bit more inebriated for it.
She looked him sharply in the eyes and leaned casually on the table, head in hand and said, "Well, after your Legionnaires so kindly stripped me of my clothes, weapons and other belongings while I was unconscious no less, I patiently waited for my turn at the chopping block. One of your commanders pointed me out and drug me to the block by my hair, kicking and screaming, shoved me down aaand right before the axeman went to lop my head off, the World Eater decided to inadvertently save me. A Stormcloak soldier helped me to my feet and a Legion officer led me out of there. Oh! And I remember seeing you too," she jut her pinky at him,"you told me to run and called me an idiot while fire rained down on the city."It felt entirely too satisfying laying it out for him like that while the others just listened, holding back their smirks and snickers.
Tullius was doing a great job of remaining stone faced through her entire diatribe. She figured considering the nature of his job he must have had a lot of practice at hiding his emotions, making no facial movement that would betray what he might be thinking or feeling.
He smirked slightly, "Well, I do apologize for calling you an idiot, Lady Rona. That was thoughtless of me."
Rona actually laughed and poured another glass for herself. The whole evening was just too weird. Between him and Sheogorath she didn't know what to think. She sighed as she took another gulp of wine and said, "Ah Sanguine my old friend, let's get drunk tonight."
Tullius chuckled, "I imagine this must be very… uncomfortable for you."
Bishop scoffed through his own drink, clearly in agreement with that statement. He was hitting the hard stuff too, drinking glass after glass of brandy.
"Awkward is more like it," Rona said, "But I appreciate the gesture all the same. It takes a lot to man up to your mistakes. Still, I wouldn't mind a few more ass-kissing apologies and if you're feeling up to it you could always come over and lick my boots for a while."
Bishop nearly sprayed his brandy across the table and the other Companions let go some hard drunk laughs themselves.
The Legate across the way raised a brow at her and said, "You're quite the firebrand aren't you? Not afraid of much I see."
Rona looked over at the nord woman and said, "After you've faced down fifty or more dragons you stop worrying about formal things like niceties and platitudes, life's too short for that," she reached a hand over the table and said, "I don't believe we've met by the way."
The woman took her hand and shook it saying, "Legate Rikke. Nice to finally make your acquaintance Lady Rona."
Rona was feeling pretty buzzed and very bold when she asked, "So why'd a nord like you choose the Imperials? Not a fan of Talos?"
Rikke looked taken aback, she clearly had less practice hiding her emotions but quickly went stone faced herself as she said, "I don't fight for the glory of the Empire, if that's what you're implying. I fight to bring peace and order to my homeland."
"And the Stormcloaks fight for the same," Rona tossed back.
Rikke scoffed a laugh, "True enough I suppose. Though I do not glory in the death of my kinsmen. I understand their feelings, being a nord myself. But the Stormcloaks… even the name of their rebellion stinks of Ulfric's vanity. He wants to be king. That's all this is about. One man's ambition."
Rona understood her. She felt much the same way, though she knew she couldn't get involved. Being who she was, what she was, half a nord, half an altmer, as well as the Dragonborn, it would have only stirred up more trouble for Skyrim by picking sides.
"I have no love for Ulfric either," Rona said, "I've met him on more than one occasion. He's too proud and arrogant and I worry for the immigrants in these lands… what would happen to them if he were High King?"
"Nothing good," Rikke said shaking her head.
Tullius butt in and asked, "What can you tell us about Ulfric? You've been close to him more than once. Have you overheard anything pertinent?"
Rona scoffed at him incredulously, "I am not your spy,Cecil," she tried to stop herself, saying his first name like that, but her mouth was moving much faster than her brain at that point. Too much wine, she made a note to slow down with it.
Tullius frowned at her and Bishop quickly coughed and said, "So, when's dinner served around here? I'm starved."
"Yeah!" Aela shouted from the other end of the table, giggling slightly, "As much as I enjoy watching you three go on and on about the damn war we're all withering away to skin and bones."
Tullius cleared his throat and said, "Yes of course."
He called some servants in that took their dinner orders and they all made quiet chit chat. Bishop leaned over to Rona and whispered in her ear, "Watch your words, Ladyship. Hilarious as it is seeing you try to trip up Captain Serious over here you're getting a bit too buzzed for that and I'd rather not spend the night in a cell."
She pressed her lips together, trying to hide her smirking. After a short while they were served hot dinner plates and Rona quickly dug into several pieces of bread, looking to sober up before she dangerously lashed her sharp tongue against the General and his Legate.
Thankfully Rikke led their conversation to safer territories as she inquired with interest about her training up on High Hrothgar and asked her fill of questions about the Greybeards. Rona shared all she knew about the Way of the Voice and the kindly old Greybeards, joking and laughing about how frustrating it was to stand around thinking of Words of Power and then listening to Arngeir drone on and on about Dragonborn history.
"My gran told me stories about Eira the White," Rikke said, "I idolized the woman as a girl. It's what made me pursue a career in the Legion. I've heard that she will appear sometimes when you sing, is that true?"
"Yes, actually," Rona confirmed, "She and Jillian, the last female Dragonborn before me, they both appeared here in Solitude and helped me fight the dragon army. They're always with me, trying to guide me on my way I think."
"But they didn't help you in the battle at Whiterun?" Tullius asked keenly. He was still prying, though going about it in a more roundabout way.
"No," she said firmly, "I think their focus, like mine, is on the dragons," she remembered something then and looked seriously between Tullius and Rikke. She'd already told this to Ulfric, so there was no reason to hide it from Tullius as well, "The more soldiers that die though… the more nords sent to Sovngarde… the stronger Alduin becomes."
"What do you mean?" Rikke asked, worried.
"Alduin consumes the souls of the dead in Sovngarde and it's making him grow more powerful."
Tullius set his fork down and rubbed at his chin stubble, "That means more trouble for you, doesn't it?"
"More trouble for everyone," she clarified.
"How much longer before you think you can beat this dragon? What is he? The King of dragons or something?" Tullius was clueless. The man ate, drank and dreamed of nothing but the war and was oblivious to everything else.
Rona held back a frown at his ignorance and said, "Something like that… and I don't know how much longer until I can beat him. I still have a lot more training ahead of me," she perked up then, "Do you think the Elder Council or the Emperor have any knowledge on the whereabouts of the Elder Scrolls?"
Tullius raised his brows, "The Elder Scrolls?"
"I need to find one to defeat Alduin," she said seriously.
He thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but I'll ask. I'll send some letters to a few of my colleagues back in the Imperial City and see what I can find out for you."
Rona smiled. She actually appreciated his cooperation and said, "Thank you."
He returned her smile with a nod and said, "It's the least I can do after what I put you through Lady Rona. And I still stand by what I said before. If you ever need us in your fight against the dragons, please don't hesitate to ask."
They all finished their dinners and went to leave. Rona was actually feeling a lot better about the whole situation. Tullius had definitely made the effort, despite also prying for details on Ulfric and his war strategies a few times. He'd offered the entire Legion to her, to support her fight and would look into the Elder Scrolls for her as well. She felt somewhat relieved and even grateful to him.
As they stepped outside, escorted by Tullius himself he said, "I'd still like to face you in a real fight Dragonborn, and neither of us will hold back this time I hope." She looked at him with dawning realization. Their little battle earlier that day, he had been holding back the entire time. He let her win. She hadn't even gottena true glimpse into whatever real strength, speed or power he truly had.
She smirked at him and shrugged, "Well if you're okay with treating third degree burns."
He laughed and bid them a goodnight.
The next week proved to be quite a bore compared to their eventful evening with Sheogorath and their dinner with General Tullius. Bishop and Rona spent nearly all their time together just enjoying the peace and quiet for once. Though he did excuse himself to go out hunting with Karnwyr every time she insisted on going to the Bard's College to visit with Dagny. She'd gotten to know the students and professors of the college very well and although many were highly impressed by her musical talent and her incredible vocal range, a few were clearly very jealous of her skill and didn't seem to like having their spotlight taken from them by the Dragonborn herself.
She ignored it every time she came in and Lady Ateia turned her nose up her and made a snide remark under her breath, "Oh look, little miss pink hair coming along to shout out our eardrums again."
Rona would walk by her, rolling her eyes with a smirk and then excitedly go and greet her favorite bard in the whole college. Dagny was getting better and better every day and her ability to read scales and notes was on par with the professors. She'd really dove into the world of music and Rona only encouraged it.
When they weren't pursuing their personal hobbies of singing and hunting, Bishop and Rona were training with Nelkir and the Companions. Bishop had started teaching the boy to use a bow and Rona got him up and running with dual blades. Nelkir took to the dual wielding like a fish to water, to Bishop's astonishment as they watched the boy absolutely shred a training dummy with almost as much speed and ferocity as her.
Bishop gaped at him, arms crossed and said, "It's not fair. How do you two get all the talent? Leave some for the rest of us why don't you."
Rona just shrugged, grinning and said, "Guess it runs in the family."
Their sex life had been quite fantastic as well. Bishop did indeed show her how to make use of their beast of a bed, nearly every night and every morning, holding her in all positions as she held onto the headboard or the posts. A few times even lifting her right off the ground, leaving her to hang on as he had his way with her.
It was a lot of fun and a pleasant vacation away from the burdens of being Dragonborn. Though she'd been wanting to spice things up even more with him and decided to finally pay a visit to The Jewel one day.
"Why are you going back there?" He asked as she pulled her cloak over her shoulders to shelter herself from the light rainfall outside.
She said, "I have to get an evening gown for the Thalmor party. You need to get something nice too."
He groaned, "More formal wear? I hate those clothes."
"Those are the rules!" She said cheerfully then sauntered up to him and sensually caressed his arm, "Besides, I like the way you look all dressed up."
A wry smirk crossed his lips, "So you can tear it off me later?"
She smiled, "Exactly. I like freeing you from all those constraining clothes."
He ran his tongue over his lip, "Ladyship, I have to admit these clothes are feeling rather constraining right now."
She stood on tip toe and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and side stepped around him. He pouted as she threw her hood up and said, "Later tonight handsome."
"Looking forward to it beautiful," he grinned. Then he grabbed his own cloak and threw it over himself.
She looked him up and down and chuckled, "Wait, where you going today?"
"Taking your kid brother out hunting with a bow," he said.
"He has a name you know," she said with half-lidded eyes.
"Nelkir," he said annunciating it obnoxiously, "He's pretty excited about it too becaaauuuse," he pulled a small child sized bow out from behind a chair sitting against the wall, "I made him his own bow."
She took it and looked it over with awe, "This is amazing, it's so cute!"
He chuckled, "Do not let him hear you say that."
"You're so talented," she said, "and so sweet."
He raised his brows at her but seemed to enjoy the compliments all the same. She handed him the bow back and they stepped outside into the light drizzle, giving each other a quick kiss before departing. Rona made her way through the town heading for The Jewel right near the market stalls as Bishop disappeared up and off to the crenellations. She was kindly greeted by a few townsfolk as she went and she stopped a few times to make conversation with some.
Jorn was the first on her way there, a nordic bard who couldn't help but flirt with her every time they met. She was always quick to evade his advances and was polite but curt with him as she carried on.
Another was Fihada, a redguard man who ran the local fletching shop. She enjoyed talking with him and he asked her what he might do to make his arrows more effective against the dragons. She shared her ideas and suggestions and offered to try them out and give him feedback. He was very pleased and told her to stop by later for a quiver of arrows he'd been itching to test out on the fire breathing beasts.
There were four kids that ran through the town playing tag that always stopped her too, begging for stories about her fights with the dragons. Usually she'd take the time to humor them for a bit but told them she had some things to take care of that day as they all whined loudly, "Aaaww."
"Oh don't be like that," she gently scolded, "Here, lemme show you something to make up for it," she smiled at them, then looked around to see that the coast was clear of any adults or parents and threw her head up to the sky and shouted, "YOL!" A breath of fire shot through the air, steaming up the gentle raindrops falling through the sky and they all screamed with delight and cried, "Do it again!" She waved them off and said, "I have to go. Maybe some other time, alright? Be good now!"
Finally, she'd made it to her destination and with a quick nod to Evette San, the woman who sold the best Spiced Wine in all of Skyrim,she stepped into The Jewel and was greeted by the beautiful proprietor. The kind woman strode right up to Rona and said in her soft lilted voice, "Welcome to The Jewel – ah! Lady Rona, it's been quite some time. I heard about what happened at the ball and I'm very glad to see that you're well."
"And you too…er," Rona realized she'd never gotten the kind woman's name and the proprietor seemed to glean it from her hesitance.
She introduced herself, "Ah, I am Victoria."
"Yes, Victoria. I'm sorry we were never properly introduced and you even made that beautiful gown for me." She decided to omit the fact that it had been absolutely destroyed during her battle with the dragons.
"Oh it's quite alright my lady, but what brings you in today?"
"I need to get an evening gown for a party I'm going to in a few weeks," then her cheeks burned red and she said awkwardly, "I was also interested in your selection of lingerie…"
Victoria looked kindly at her with her pretty blue eyes and said, "Of course. I have a few things in mind for the gown and I still remember your measurements as well. Feel free to peruse through the lingerie while I collect the gowns for you to try on," she gently waved a hand to the corner section in the back of the shop and swept off down a corridor to collect the dresses.
Rona noticed a few other well-dressed noble women browsing through the gown and jewelry selection and a couple others giggling over the lingerie. She wandered over to the low lit room and nearly laughed at some of the more revealing pieces herself. There was even a pair that appeared to be nothing more than three strings sewn together which seemed utterly absurd to her. She found a few pieces she liked and threw them over her arm, they were more functional for day to day wear and she really did need some new ones as her others were full of holes, scorched from dragon flames.
That was a funny thought in and of itself, losing her underwear in battles against dragons. She rolled her eyes at herself and picked up another pair, it was a cute black pair, very lacy, but then she got a good look at them and noticed they had a hole sewn into the crotch. She felt embarrassed just looking at them and laughed a little to herself.
It was times like these she wished she had her friends with her to enjoy the day together and joke with. Charissa would have utterly scoffed at a pair of crotchless panties while Lorrie would probably snag a few for herself. Then she imagined bringing Bishop with her and blushed furiously at the thought, she could already see it. Him holding up a pair of these frilly panties and shouting crudely for all to hear, "Look at these ones Ladyship! God damn! There's a hole right in the crotch! You don't even have to pull 'em off! What do you mean they're not functional? They're perfectly functional for everything I have in mind."
She practically snorted at the thought, but then composed herself when she noticed the two women from earlier were staring at her. She quickly and mindlessly stuffed the black pair she was holding in with her other choices and moved along to brassieres. Once again she chose several functional ones for her day to day wear and then perused over the prettier lacy ones. She selected a red, white and black one that were designed to hold a woman's breasts up and emphasize the cleavage... namely her own because she'd be wearing them.
When she finished browsing the lingerie and had everything she wanted she went to walk back over to the main room to try on the gowns. She passed by an interesting display however with a small selection of books on the table, which surprised her since they were in a clothing boutique.
The one book sitting on a pedestal was titled The Pleasures of a Curved Sword by Penican Camatun. Rona picked it up and opened it in the middle. What she saw startled her and she nearly dropped the book. The page she'd opened to was a vulgar drawing of two redguards having sex in a very provocative position, with the man standing upright, his legs spread apart while he held the woman's legs spread wide and penetrated her upside-down. She quickly flipped the page and was again shown a drawing of two redguards fornicating, this time the woman was seated in a strange rope swing with a pulley on it, her nethers very clearly displayed while the man penetrated her from below, using the pulley mechanism to make her rise and fall easily right onto his absurdly large erection.
A soft voice said, "It's very good isn't it?"
Rona nearly leapt out of her skin and this time she did drop the book as her face burned utterly crimson.
Victoria was standing by, smiling kindly, unfazed by the Dragonborn's sudden embarrassment. She knelt down and picked the book up and said, "A book for lovers. They're quite popular here in Skyrim. Oh, I can take those for you and wrap them up if you'd like," she said noticing Rona's full hands.
Rona quickly handed over the lingerie, trying to distract herself from her own embarrassment and stammered, "Yes, please, thank you."
Victoria took the items and then held the book up and asked, "Were you interested in adding this to your purchase as well?"
Rona hesitated for a moment. She found herself wanting to know more. She'd honestly thought that she knew everything there was to know about sex already from what Bishop had done with her, but this book showed her things she'd never even imagined. She turned her red face slightly and murmured, "Uh... yes. Please add it."
Victoria said, "I have those gowns ready for you to try on as well, go on ahead into the changing room and see what you like. Let me know how they fit as well and when you find something I'll see about altering it for you."
"Thank you," Rona said and quickly darted off to the dressing rooms. She tried on six different dresses before settling on a silk, midnight-blue gown that just barely touched the floor at her feet, the bottom sparkled with tiny crystals sewn into it creating a swirled pattern off to the side. The soft straps went up and over her shoulders and two long sleeves draped down her arms, leaving the shoulders open and bare. It was beautiful, fit perfectly and looked quite elvish. And though she hated the Thalmor and especially Elenwen she wanted to look nice for the event, for Bishop at least. She enjoyed the attention he gave her the last time she got all dressed up and wanted to do it again.
She thanked Victoria for the gown selection and took her purchases and left, heading back to her homestead. It was still raining lightly outside andit would only be getting worse when she sighted an obviously heavy rainfall headed their way from the north where thick black stormclouds rumbled in the distance.
Rona wondered if Bishop had finished hunting with Nelkir. She kind of hoped he hadn't yet because she really wanted some time to look through the book she just bought. She smirked to herself, imagining what Bishop would say when he saw it. "The Pleasures of a Curved Sword?" He'd snort then flip through the pages, "Oh come on! That's not accurate at all, there's no way these redguards are that big," he'd turn another page and say, "Oh yeah. We are definitely trying that one... in fact, let's try it out right now."
She bit her lip. She was going to have fun with him tonight. When she got back to the homestead she found it vacant. Bishop hadn't returned yet so she went upstairs and sorted through the clothes she purchased, stuffing them into some dresser drawers. She came across a pair of black panties she didn't remember picking and then looked at them and laughed out loud. They were the crotchless panties. She must have accidentally taken them when the two women were staring. She rolled her eyes at herself... but then her mind started wandering and she was getting some very naughty ideas in mind.
She undid the button on her dress then, taking it off and looking over her worn white underwear, one of the straps was nearly ready to snap, holding on by just one thick piece and slowly fraying towards the middle. She undressed from those as well and collected the sexy black brassiere and the kinky black panties and the book, then went downstairs into the cellar. She started to run the bath and dumped a flowery tonic that smelled like jasmine flowers into the water, making it bubble slightly. She sat at the edge of the small, one person stone bath and opened the book and read the first page.
In this complete illustrated guide Penican Camatun portrays a collection of rare images depicting all 64 sexual positions with erotic instructions set forth in The Pleasures of a Curved Sword. The result is a dazzling and sensuous reading experience through which the reader may master the art of lovemaking through advanced orgasm stimulating sex positions.
She was already feeling her face burning just reading the first page. She flipped it to the next page and got a view of another graphic and erotic image of two redguards having what looked like some very stimulating sex indeed and paragraph off to the side explaining the position. The first few pages started out with the obvious and common sex positions before delving into some of the wilder ones and then the introduction of sex toys and bondage. Rona came across a page where a man had his arms tied to a pair of bed posts while a woman lavished his member with her mouth.
She stared at that one for a while, letting it fill her mind with ideas. Finally, she snapped the book up, heated her bath and sunk into it, soaking herself. A mischievous smile played at her lips as she started to work out a plan for the evening.
"ACHOO!"
Bishop looked over at Nelkir with half-lidded eyes as their prey, a wild elk, leapt up and cantered off through the lightly wooded area while Karnwyr belted off the ground from the bush he was hiding in, barking and chasing after the thing hopelessly. "Really? You couldn't just pinch your nose or something?"
Nelkir smiled sheepishly at him, "Sorry."
Bishop sighed, "Don't worry about it," he looked over at the darkening sky to the north. The storm was growing and would be coming in full force soon. "We should head back anyhow, a light rain isn't too big a problem when hunting, but that heavy storm will make it impossible to track anything."
Bishop stood up, stowing his bow back and throwing the hood of his cloak up to cover his face from the light rain. Bishop had instructed Nelkir to wear some simple clothes that day too, no need for a full set of armor when hunting, plus it would be too noisy, clanking around. So Nelkir wore instead a green child's tunic, brown trousers and some dark boots. He had on a grey cloak and pulled his hood up as well.
Nelkir looked disappointed and muttered, "Sorry I'm so bad at this."
Bishop said, "Quit apologizing. You can't be good at everything on the first try. But you'll get there, this one's just gonna take practice."
"Rona's good at everything," he said sourly.
Bishop snorted, "Uh no. That woman cannot cook worth a damn and she's god awful at alchemy, set the Mage's Guild on fire a bunch of times or something."
Nelkir looked up at him with surprise as they walked over the low hills, finding their way back to the path. "Really?"
"Yeah really," Bishop laughed, "You should ask her about it. There's plenty of things she's had to practice just to get the hang of. You're still, what? Eight or something?"
"I'm ten," he said.
Bishop shrugged, "Yeah, whatever. So in another fifteen years you'll be at her level, a master marksman, swordsman, dual wielding - shit kid, I've already seen the way you dual wield, you'll be a master of that before you know it. What I'm trying to say is you've still got plenty of time to learn."
Nelkir smiled, looking forward at their path. Bishop was getting those somewhat uncomfortable but warm feelings again, like he did with Kodlak, feeling like he was with his family, with people he cared about. Shit, who was he kidding? Nelkir might as well have been his own kid brother the way he was treating him. He wasn't even doing it for Rona at that point, he just liked spending time with the boy, teaching him things. It reminded him of what it felt like to be with his own brother. It gave him something he'd been missing for a long time.
He looked down at the boy for a moment and thinking to himself how he could hardly believe that he'd been some snotty brat not that long ago. Then he noticed a few leaves picking up with the wind across the way and stopped a minute and said, "Hey Nelkir, want to see something?"
The boy's brows shot up at the sound of Bishop actually calling him by his name for once. He said, "Yeah, sure."
Bishop pointed over at the spinning leaves, fluttering on the wind. "I'm going to hit one of those right into that tree. Watch."
Nelkir watched with great interest as Bishop drew his bow, nocked an arrow and aimed carefully and steadily. He took a moment, seeing how the wind current was sweeping the leaves in a pattern and drew his string, tightening it before setting it free. It spun through the air and pierced through a single leaf and shunted into the tree behind it.
Nelkir ran over to look at it and shouted, "Wow! You did it!"
Bishop smirked and went over to him, he yanked the arrow from the bark and slid it back into his quiver. "Took me years to learn how to do that. Someday you'll be able to do that too."
He whistled sharply, drawing Karnwyr out of the forest and over to him. He didn't want to leave the poor old boy out in the thunderstorm and was sure he was hungry after a day without catching anything on the hunt.
They returned to Solitude and Bishop made sure to escort Nelkir back to the Blue Palace. They stopped just outside the doors to the palace and Bishop said, "We'll go out again tomorrow and catch your prey this time, provided it's not pouring out," he finished, frowning at the stormy sky.
"Okay," Nelkir said with a grin and then he quickly hugged the grumpy ranger. Bishop rolled his eyes at himself and sort of hugged the boy back, giving him a few firm pats on the back. He was going to be the king of hugs if he kept this up, he thought. Nelkir pulled away and shouted, "Thanks again for the bow Bishop! It's the best!"
"See you later, Nelkir," Bishop said with a smirk.
Aela came out of the palace doors suddenly and Nelkir walked by her and said, "Um, Harbinger, are you alright?"
She glanced at him and muttered, "Huh? Oh, new blood, ah yeah, I'm fine. We'll catch up later, got some things I need to take care of."
She swept past the boy and gave Bishop a quick nod as she hurried off down the path. Bishop looked after her. It wasn't like her to be so short with people or to be as anxious as she appeared. He wondered what had happened.
She and him were still not on the best of terms. They tolerated one another for the most part, but he still couldn't bring himself to forgive the woman for her actions in Whiterun. Still, he found himself feeling at least mildly concerned, but shrugged it off. He was ready to go home and enjoy a home cooked meal and an evening alone with his woman.
It was getting pretty dark, a combination of the sun setting for the day and the storm clouds looming over them. The rain was starting to come down all of a sudden and the thunder boomed above. Bishop hurried along with Karnwyr and they ran inside their fabulous manor. He felt like it was a manor at least. It was certainly no Blue Palace, but it was way nicer than any other place he'd ever stayed.
That was another thing Rona seemed to provide him. Just being with her meant they'd always have a roof over their heads, or at the very least, have one available. Sure he had the old cottage outside Riften, but it was a complete dump and needed a ton of renovating, not to mention it was fucking Riften. If he even bothered to spruce it up or put anything in it, it was sure to be ransacked and cleared out the next day by thieves.
Bishop looked around the home as rain pattered heavily on the windows, but didn't see his lovely Ladyship anywhere. Usually by this time of night she'd be sitting at the table munching on an apple and asking when dinner would be ready. He laughed at the thought. He really did spoil the hell out of her. Then he heard a light humming drifting down the stairs. There she is. He smirked. She was already up in their bedroom waiting for him. And she had the nerve to call him insatiable.
He threw a few logs into the fireplace and lit it with some flint. Karnwyr settled down in front of it on the old rug and then Bishop pulled a couple of soft pieces of beef from the icebox and tossed them over to the wolf. Karnwyr caught one in his jaws and quickly set it down, pressing a paw to it and started tearing chunks off. Bishop muttered, "Sorry about today boy, the kid will get the hang of it soon enough, then you'll get something fresh to eat."
He went to head upstairs when he noticed a single book sitting on the dining table and looked over the cover. Pleasures of a Curved Sword by Penican Camatun. He snorted at the name and muttered, "Come a ton? Who's this guy kidding?" He picked it up and rifled through it, laughing slightly at all the very graphic images within and said, "God damn. Penican here's definitely got Cassius Curio beat when it comes to erotica." He bit his lip at a few of the wilder images, hardly believing Rona had actually looked at this let alone worked up the nerve to buy it. He set it down and called up the stairs, "I'm hooome Sweetness!"
He heard her call back, "I'm waaaiting!"
He gave a low, sensual growl and felt his pants getting a little tighter. He hurried up the stairs and walked into their bedroom, there were candles on the shelves and dressers, all lit and flickering gently, bringing a low light to the room. There was no sign of her though. He stepped into the room and felt a hand on his hip and made to turn but she said, "No peeking!"
He chuckled, "Oh? Got a surprise for me?"
"I do, but first you need to get undressed and go lay on the bed," she said softly.
Bishop quickly complied, undressing himself and throwing everything he was wearing in a pile on the floor. He climbed onto the bed, totally nude and sprawled out in the center of it, searching the darkened room for her again.
"Ready?" She asked from just outside the doorway.
He said, "Incredibly ready," as his already erect member twitched eagerly for whatever she had in store for him.
She came around the corner and stepped into the room. His eyes widened, his pulse quickened and his manhood got painfully hard at the sight of her.
Rona was wearing black - he couldn't believe it - unbelievably sexy black underwear instead of her usual, innocent white. Brand new from the looks of it too. Her panties were perfect, frilly, lacy and hugging her hips at just the right place, but that bra. He didn't know her breasts could look like that, so full and pressed tightly together creating a sensual curve to her cleavage. Not to mention she'd fixed her hair, curling it into thick coils and was wearing a light amount of makeup.
He noticed something else too. She was holding something long and looped. She gave him that naughty smirk of hers, biting her lip slightly and blushing as she held out a thin rope in both hands. She yanked on either side of it, making it snap and said, "I'm going to tie you up."
He laughed, "Oh yeah? You're going to tie me up huh?"
"You did tell me once that you wanted me to dominate you. So since we have this nice bed..."
He vaguely recalled that playful conversation up on High Hrothgar. He threw his arms up and said, "Alright Princess, go ahead and tie me up then."
She sauntered over, putting a very sexy swing in her step and he kept his eyes glued to every bouncing and swaying part of her. Her breasts though were just too perfect. He hardly noticed her tying his wrists up as he stared hard at her chest, watching how they pressed perfectly together and jiggled with every little movement.
When she finished she leaned right over him, pressing those perfect tits against him and he made to grope them, forgetting that she'd just tied him up. He groaned and murmured, "Oh I get it now, going to torture me are you?"
She smiled mischievously and tenderly touched his dripping cock at the head with her soft palm making him shiver with pleasure. "Maybe just a little."
He tugged on the ropes and held back a laugh. She had no idea how to tie a knot. It would be all too easy to slip out of those binds. He decided to turn the tables on her, because there was no way he could stand to keep his hands off of her when she was dressed like that. Before she could even get a hand around him he said, "Saw your little book down there, you naughty minx."
She blushed furiously, but smiled, "What did you think?"
"I think I'm already ten steps ahead of you," he tossed. She raised a brow and he said, "Go ahead and take a look in my bottom dresser drawer, love. Got a little surprise of my own for you in there."
She looked at him curiously but got up and went over to the dresser. He got a fantastic view of her tight derriere and the way her new panties hiked up between each soft cheek on her when she knelt down to look in the drawer. He was already undoing the knots on his binds and freeing himself as she pulled out a smooth oblong object and looked it over.
The bow wasn't the only thing he'd been carving and whittling the last week. He'd decided a while back it was time to introduce some toys to their sex games and plenty more dirty talking. She almost got the upper hand on him bringing the rope in though. He was very surprised by that. It seemed she was ready to explore outside her comfort zone and he was very eager to show her some new things.
He quietly hopped off the bed and snuck up behind her as she said, "What is it?" Then pounced on her, grabbing her around the waist and making her drop the sex toy as she shrieked, "Bishop!"
He tossed her on her back onto the bed and grabbed her wrists with enough force to pin her down, but gentle enough not to hurt her and quickly started properly tying her up. She scoffed loudly, hardly believing he freed himself and he gave her a wry smirk as he finished tying her wrists up and said, "Now that's how you tie a knot, Princess."
She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and he went over, picking the toy up and set it on their side table. He moved to the front of the bed and put his hands to his hips, looking over his woman while she pouted and tugged on the ropes. Then she asked in a very sexy, lilted voice, "What are you going to do to me?"
He gave a low growl and said, "Oh so many things bad things, my dear. Think I need to punish and tease you the way you thought you were going to tease me."
Her lovely eyes sparkled with desire and he crawled up onto the bed again, getting between her legs. He loomed over her, hovering his lips very close to hers, keeping their eyes connected as he traced her lips with his tongue. She moaned sweetly as her lashes fluttered and she met his tongue with her own. He quickly devoured it, taking it in his mouth and sucking hard on it. This made her moan even more and he loved every second of it, kissing her desperately as though he couldn't live without the taste of her lips.
He grasped her waist, running his hands up and down her hips before gently bringing them up to those gorgeous breasts. The feel of them through the soft material of her bra was very nice. He kept up the attack on her mouth with his sensual sucking and kissing of her lips while he fondled her through her skimpy clothing. Then he dug his hands under the fabric and pulled her breasts up higher, displaying her pretty pink nipples.
In a second he retreated from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air and moaning as he brought his lips down to his new prey and ran his tongue over her still soft nipple, making it harden with every flick of his tongue and his hard sucking. He made sure to attack the other with his hand, running his fingers across the newly blushing part of her, as her nipple started to bud and then he took it in his forefinger and thumb and tugged with a gentle forcefulness.
He pulled his mouth back and sat upright, tugging on both hard nipples with his fingers and murmured, "You have the perfect breasts, love. Soft, curvy, just the right size. And so needy, just begging to be touched every minute of the day. I'd oblige if you'd only let me."
A soft moan and blush again. He loved it, making her burn red like that. He let one hand fall, gently traveling down her soft skin, caressing around her pretty naval and moved along to her thigh, gripping and massaging, sneaking around to get a feel of her perfect ass too. Then he brought the other hand down to her rear and in one quick motion he lifted her bottom upwards and brought her perfect pussy right up to his face, letting his breath tickle her. She let out a gasp as he did so and he smirked then looked down and cocked an eyebrow. He was expecting her to be covered there but was astonished to see...
"Princess, are these new? Because they have a hole in them."
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned even more crimson and murmured, "I - I bought them by mistake."
A wry smile curled at his lips. "A happy mistake it is then," he said and leaned over her glistening need. It was an interesting look. Even he'd never come across something like this. Must have been a new fad among all the bored nobles, searching for something to spice up their dull sex lives, he thought.
But to see her pink tightness nestled among the frilly black lace, so erotically displayed like that, he felt like he might burst right then and there. He hovered his face so dangerously close to her nethers and said provocatively, "You really are a bad girl aren't you? Pretending to be this dignified dragon slaying hero, when you're secretly walking around with your pussy exposed, waiting for a hard cock to fill you."
She sucked a breath in, but instead of going even more shy, as he expected she said, "Always. I just want someone to touch me, to tease me... to fuck me," she said the last with a light moan.
His brow perked up in surprise and she flashed him a mischievous grin. He laughed slightly and said seriously, "Just how much of that book did you read?"
"Enough to know what role play is," she bit her lip and said, "So, you going to tease me now, or are you just going to sit there staring?"
He gave a low growl and traced a finger over her puffy, pink slit, drawing a thin liquid line up as he pulled his finger back, "I don't think you're in any sort of position to be taunting me like that."
"No, but I am in the perfect position for you to get a taste," she said sensually.
Even he was getting thrown by her sudden boldness. He said, "Going to have to do something about that sharp tongue of yours, Sweetness."
"Still waiting for you to do something with yours," she tossed back with a grin.
"Now you're just asking for it," he growled.
"I thought that was obvious," she teased.
He pulled her hips even closer then and immediately ran his tongue over her. Not only did she smell good, she tasted even better. He made sure to press deep over every fold and crevice making her moan loudly, giving her the pleasure she so clearly needed. He pressed his fingers to her blushing nub, which was red and swollen, signaling her deep arousal. He learned just how to touch her there after all the time they spent together. He wanted to know what she liked, to bring her the greatest pleasure. He prided himself on his lovemaking, he was probably even better at this than he was at using a bow.
After thoroughly lavishing her nethers with his mouth and tongue he pulled back and looked over her panting face. Her thin brows were knit together and she had the most beautiful look of pleasure on her face. He leaned around and grabbed the toy off the end table. And held it up between her legs for her to see and said, "Know what this is, Princess?"
She let a smile perk at the corner of her mouth and still panting said, "I can only imagine." He pressed it horizontally with her slit and slid it between her wet lips. She released some very sensual mewls as he did so.
"Whittled it myself," he said, "I made sure to make it smaller than my cock of course, but just thick enough to press all your favorite places inside." He turned it up vertically and aimed it at her entrance, enjoying the staggered look on her face before he plunged the toy into her depths and watched her expression turn to one of pleasured lust as she released a loud, "Oh! Ooh!"
Bishop felt a great deal of pleasure himself, just from watching, listening and playing with her. He took a hand and started to stroke his cock as he slid the toy in and out of her slit, letting her hips rest against his chest in that upward position.
"It feels good! It feels so good!" She cried as her eyes rolled back.
He grunted with need, as he stroked his shaft hard, rubbing the liquid drool from his cockhead onto himself, making himself nice and slick. Still, it would never be as good as her wet depths. He wanted her to beg for it though and kept the tease up, hitting all her spots inside as she cried out. Then when she was getting close, with her quick paced yowls, he pulled it out, leaving her twitching and gasping. She pulled on her bonds, obviously wanting to touch herself. He just smirked at her and she gave a frustrated whine, "Why did you stop?"
"Oh, did I?" He buried it again, making her cry out once more. He played that game for a while, taking her to the edge and then pulling back at the last moment, forcing her to calm again without the stimulation. She panted, red in the face, desperate, "Bishooop."
He chuckled holding up the toy, "You want this again?"
She shook her head and said, "No. I need you. I want you!"
There it was. He tossed the sex toy across the floor and moved back, letting her rear fall back onto the bed and partway onto his lap. She took a deep breath, feeling relief from sitting up that way for so long as the blood rushed back to her legs. Then he leaned over her and grasped her wrists, undoing the binds on her and he sat back with a smile, still stroking himself as he said, "If you want me, then come and get me."
She paused a moment, catching her breath, then leapt onto him. He lay back as she pulled herself up, grasping his shoulders and positioning herself onto his throbbing member. In a second he felt himself slipping deep inside her as she sat hard on his lap and started moving quickly, sliding herself up and down. Her tightness and overwhelming lust were indescribable. He grit his teeth and groaned at the feeling of her riding him.
He enjoyed the feeling of her chest pressing against his as well, but wanted skin to skin contact, so he reached around and undid that lovely, lacy brassier and yanked it off of her, throwing it aside, allowing her soft breasts to rub against his firm chest.
He started up with the dirty talking, teasing her more, "You're just like a slutty tavern wench, wanting nothing more than to writhe about on a hard throbbing cock, am I right, Sweetness? Playing at a hero when deep down inside you just want this."
She leaned over him, her face hovering above his and with a smirk she said, "Shut up Bishop and fuck me."
Goddamn! She was getting too good at beating him at his own game. He grabbed her ass hard and started slamming himself into her, making her yelp. Then used his mouth to stifle her cries. She ran her fingers through his hair, pressing his head closer to hers, deepening their kiss.
Her slick depths stroked him in just the right ways, as he felt her inner walls rippling with her own pleasure, massaging him towards his climax. He felt it coming very soon, and realized she was peaking as she grew tighter around him and moaned deeply under his mouth as their tongues tangled together. He wouldn't let her go though, sucking harder on the her squirming muscle and pounding his hips hard against her. And then she escaped his grasp, pulling away to gasp and cried out loudly, "Coming! I'm coming Bishop! Don't stop!" As she orgasmed all over his cock.
The sudden clamping and tightness around his manhood set him off and he buried himself, hitting bottom and erupted within her, groaning with every spurt as he emptied all he had into her womb. It was the greatest feeling in the world. Coming inside her was heaven. She was the only woman he'd ever done that with, the only one he'd ever wanted to take that risk with. She truly was an addiction.
As their orgasms subsided they remained entwined, her on top of him and him beneath her. He ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her back with the other while she rested against him with a satisfied and sleepy look on her face.
They listened to the heavy rain pattering against the windows. Bishop hadn't even noticed the rumbling thunder and the sounds from outside until they were both quiet. She sighed and murmured, "I love you Bishop."
He smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around her, "Love you too Sweetness."
They'd fallen asleep shortly after that, too tired for pillow talk. The next morning though, they roused to the sounds of sharp knocking at the door downstairs. Bishop grumbled, "Hmm... what time is it?"
Rona rolled over and murmured, "I don't know... I can't see the sky..."
He laughed slightly at her half-awake, half-asleep mumbling and rolled out of bed, pulling his trousers on and went to go see who it was.
Karnwyr was sitting by the door, tongue lolling and tail wagging, so Bishop assumed whoever it was must have been friendly at least. He opened the door and found Vilkas and Farkas standing outside.
He leaned on the door frame and said, "Ah the brothers. Welcome to our humble abode."
Vilkas scratched at his temple and squinting in the bright midday sunlight asked, "You didn't happen to see Aela recently did you?"
"Saw her for a minute yesterday, why do you ask?"
"Can't find her," Farkas grunted.
"She's missing," Vilkas said uneasily.