A/N: Only one more chapter for Book One after this!
Chapter 89
The Wedding
Bishop insisted that Rona stay behind as he got up early to meet with his family for his mother's move into the home that would be looking after her. She felt nervous for him and wanted to support him, but he explained that he really didn't want her to see his family in distress because he already knew Kari would not handle it well.
He left, taking Karnwyr with him and she took her time slowly getting ready for the day. They were supposed to go to Magrob's family's estate just outside the Imperial City, to the east near Lake Poppad. She ran the bath, humming to herself while she picked out a nice outfit in the closet. She bathed with light rose perfumed soap because she really loved the flowery smells, not caring about Bishop's opinion on that, even using a little extra just to bug him a bit. Then he'd have to work extra hard to get her own smell to come out... she blushed a little at herself thinking of the fun they could have doing that later.
After she finished her bath she got dressed in the nice semi-formal gown she'd found in the closet. It was a bright copper color, made with shiny satin fabric. It was sleeveless, with only two thin straps that went over her shoulders and crisscrossed over the low dipped back. The dress was long, just barely touching the floor. She curled her hair and lengthened it a bit with her magic then put on a light amount of make-up. Soft natural browns for her eyes and dark liner to bring them out. She got a little bold with a bright red for her lips though, to match the dress. Always skipping the blush because she blushed enough without any help from the makeup.
The best part of her outfit though, in her opinion, was the pair of boots she found. They were thigh high, black leather boots, with sharp heels that laced all up the fronts. They took forever to lace up, but she liked them a lot, impractical as they were and she was looking forward to surprising Bishop with them later because they could hardly be seen under the long dress. She also put on some matching lacy black lingerie, only this time her panties didn't have any extra holes.
The last thing she planned to wear were the stud earrings Bishop had bought for her. They really were beautiful. She liked the simplicity of them, just a pair of smaller earrings, they didn't dangle or get in the way. The round gemstones were incredible too, with a bright magenta melding with a dark blue and it looked like little stars were set in the midst of them. It was really thoughtful of him. She still had the wolf carved ring he gave her too, the one Jules had made for him. It was one of her most precious possessions and she never took it off. She liked to look at it from time to time and she would think of him.
She decided then to pierce her ears herself. She'd seen Lorrie do it years ago in the Mage's Guild and so she knew exactly what to do. She whispered an incantation, lighting the tip of her finger and pressed it to her earlobes, numbing them. Then she pulled open a drawer in the vanity and found a small pincushion with sewing needles in it. She pulled one out, setting it on top of the vanity. She held the earrings up to her ears, positioning them exactly where she wanted them, then she picked up the needle and pressed it through the skin on her earlobes. It was painless, although she did feel a slight pressure. She pulled the needle out and quickly pressed the earring in then did the same with the other and fastened them both.
Once they were in and she was pleased that they were even, she cast a healing spell over her ears with the earrings still in. The wounds healed completely, but the holes stayed with the earrings still there.
She wiped the little bit of blood away with a damp cloth and then stood up and gave a quick spin in front of the mirror. Satisfied with her look she went back into the sitting room to wait for Bishop, playing her lute and humming to herself all the while.
Another hour passed on by and he finally came back, Karnwyr at his heels and he sighed loudly. She glanced back at him from the couch, looking over the backing and asked, "How did it go?"
"Terrible," he said, "Kari practically clawed my eyes out when they took Rina. My frail little sister... I have no idea where she gets all that energy from. Anyhow, got Duful and Rook settled in the house now. Kari refused to go, but she'll hopefully come around."
He stepped into the room and Rona stood up, smiling at him. His eyes widened and he uttered, "Whoa... Ladyship. You cannot do that to a man this early in the day."
She laughed and gave a little twirl, "You like?"
"Like is a complete understatement my dear. I don't know if there are words to express just how much I like all of this," he said motioning his hands to the figure of her curves. Then he quickly closed the space between them, taking several long strides across the room and immediately wrapped a large hand to her lower back and grasped her hand with the other, taking her in a dancing pose. He touched her earlobes and raised a brow, asking, "Did you pierce your ears?"
She smirked at him, "Yeah, what do you think?"
"Beautiful," he smiled and leaned in to kiss her but she put a finger to his lips stopping him and said, "You need to go get ready now. We were supposed to leave a half hour ago."
He sulked a little and she quickly kissed him on the cheek before pulling out of his grasp and pushing him off to go get cleaned up. Bishop spent all of fifteen minutes, bathing and throwing on a pair of black trousers and a black buttoned doublet which he pulled over a white blooming shirt that he didn't even bother to tuck in. She frowned at him when he came out, hair still sticking out wet in places and she started fussing with his clothes, straightening them. She tucked his shirt and doublet in and felt him flexing his muscles there.
He grinned at her when she looked up at him saying, "Really?"
He moaned, "Mm, can't believe I have to wait until tonight to tear that dress off of you."
She finished fussing with his clothes and started blushing when she said, "Well... it's a very big estate and a very big manor. I'm sure it won't be that hard to find some privacy."
He raised his brows at her and her cheeks burned even more.
"Oh Ladyship, I think I'm really starting to rub off on you."
"Nooot yet," she said sing-song.
He chuckled at her back as she hurried along, clicking for Karnwyr to follow them. Bishop made sure to keep the flirting and fondling up as he groped her ass through the smooth fabric of her dress and she continued to put on a little show for him, thrusting her chest out a bit to show off her cleavage, or her rear a little when he got close enough to run a hand over it.
As they walked along through the city, there was a moment when their flirting got so heated that Bishop couldn't help himself. They passed by a pair of homes in the Elven Gardens District with a small alleyway between them. He grasped her hand, yanking her along with him and immediately ran his hands up and down her hips and started to caress and fondle her breasts through the dress.
She moaned and reached for him too, grasping his very firm bulge in his trousers and stroking him through the fabric. He groaned heavily and smiled at her before leaning in to kiss her deeply. Their kiss was incredibly passionate as they licked over each other's lips before letting their tongues entwine again in each other's mouths, tasting each other with the dance of their lips.
She got a lot bolder then, swiftly undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers before sliding a cool hand down his abdomen and taking a handful of his hardness making him gasp under her lips. He barely parted from her lips, the heat of their quickened breaths meeting between their open mouths as they hovered so close to one another.
She loved the look of pleasure on his face that she gave him. He seemed to grow even harder at the feeling of bare naked skin touching him there and so out in the open too. He grasped her hips and leaned in to her groaning in her ear, "Mmm, Ladyship, this is very sexy. If you keep it up, I might just come right here."
She felt her face flush even more at that thought and a deep feeling of arousal surged through her core as she grew quite damp between the legs. She started to stroke him hard, noticing a distinct wetness dripping from his cockhead. She ran a finger over just the tip, spreading his own precum all over the head and rubbing it gently under the ridge so that the entire head of his throbbing cock was well lubricated. This only seemed to make him produce more of it and she heard his breath quicken in her ear as she grasped the tip of his penis and started to stroke just that part, swiftly.
His breath hitched and he gasped, "Yes, just like that."
She continued the motions, enjoying the grunts and moans he released as she pleasured him so boldly in broad daylight, out in public like that. It was so shameful, yet so arousing all the same. It was no wonder Bishop wanted to take her in public. The idea of potentially being caught in such an embarrassing predicament was incredibly thrilling to her.
She started to stroke him harder and faster, sliding the dripping precum he was making further down his shaft. She was amazed by how much he was producing, but the naughtiness of what they were doing must have made it that it much more pleasurable to him too.
Then he breathed, "I'm going to come soon Ladyship... don't want to make a mess of our clothes though..."
He was right. There was nowhere to do it without making a complete mess of everything and forcing them to go back and change. Everywhere except...
She looked around, her face burning utterly crimson at what she was about to do. She quickly knelt down, pulling her dress above her knees so as to not press it into the dirty cobblestone ground. She held his rigid and pulsing cock in her hand, looking at it as the head flared and the tip seemed to be breathing open. It was so erotic. She looked up into Bishop's eyes and he looked down at her, a redness burning over his own face as he waited with bated breath for her to make a move.
She said a certain incantation, lighting a finger and touched her tongue with it. In seconds she wrapped her lips around him and essentially swallowed him whole. She felt his hands running up through her hair, gripping two handfuls, probably making a mess of it, though at the moment she didn't really care. She took several hard, wet, sucking strokes on him with her mouth and in less than a minute he was groaning deeply, trying to hold his own voice back, as she felt his entire shaft twitch and thicken under her tongue and he started coming forcefully down her throat. She heard him give a low impassioned growl of pleasure and he muttered, "Oohh... fuuuck..." as she took every wonderful inch of him in.
She looked up again, enjoying the sight of him actually blushing and breathing hard as his chest rose and fell quickly while he climaxed deeply down her throat. She swallowed as he came, making sure he felt her tongue doing so. His face was very sexy, with his lips parted and his eyes rolling a bit with deep satisfaction.
When finally he finished he took a deep breath and leaned back against a wall. She released him and he quickly pushed his softening manhood into his underwear, Rona noticed that it was covered in lipstick marks, before he buttoned and belted himself back in.
She gently wiped at her mouth, trying very hard not to smear more of the lipstick all over her face and then she stood up, smirking a little proudly at him. He returned the smile and grasped her hips again, pulling her closer to him so that her chest was pressed to his and he said, "That was amazing. You're amazing."
She gave him a quick kiss to the cheek, lingering there for just a moment as she said, "Maybe we can have some more fun later?"
"Definitely," he said, taking the opportunity to nibble at her ear, making her giggle.
Then they heard a window up above open and someone tossed some dirty bath water out, where it splashed on the ground nearby, luckily missing them entirely. A middle-aged imperial woman glared down at them and snapped, "Oh disgusting! Another tramp with his harlot! I'll call for the guards this time, just you wait!" She disappeared into the house and both Bishop and Rona burst into laughter. He quickly grasped her hand and they ran out of the alley and towards the LaRoues Estate just outside the city. Karnwyr appeared out of nowhere, excited to be running now and skittered alongside them both.
Bishop was laughing hard when he shouted, "Damn! That really was a close one Lightfoot! I was hoping to hold out a little longer but - shit!"
Rona was blushing, bright red and laughing out of sheer embarrassment and the thrill of what they just did, "I probably really would have lit on fire from embarrassment if she saw us!"
He glanced back at her very red face as they ran and snorted a string of laughs even louder, which only fueled her own giggles. Finally they made it to the estate and fortunately they were not the last to arrive.
Roxlin, Magrob, Marco and Charissa were all dressed in their finest, the men in simple black trousers and doublets like Bishop and the women in nice dresses. Roxlin was wearing a cute short light pink dress that dipped just below her knees and she had on a pair of short white, buttoned boots with a low heel. Charissa was wearing a medium length and modest looking gown, going with a pretty silver, with form fitting sleeves that went down to her wrists. She had some regular light brown boots on though, not matching anything in the slightest. She always did prefer comfort over style though.
As they approached, Rona's heart was still racing and she was really hoping her face would cool off already.
Marco noticed though and raised a brow. "Lightfoot, you're as bright as the Red Mountain."
Roxlin narrowed her eyes at her and grinned, "Were you two up to something naughty? Is that why you're so late?"
Rona's face burned even more at her friend guessing right. Magrob started chuckling, Charissa turned her gaze away, rolling her eyes a little and Marco said, "Looks like that would be a yes."
Rona put her face in her hands and Bishop snickered then said, "So where are the other two... Linel and Lorrie?"
Charissa scoffed and said, "They probably saw a hot piece of ass on the way here and started fighting over him."
Marco snorted a laugh, "I'd believe it."
Rona's redness started to vanish and she quickly asked, "Did Ata come by already?"
"Yeah," Roxlin said, "He took the carriage with my brother and sisters. Started telling them all kinds of stories. I think he was even flirting a little!"
Rona laughed and said, "Gods I hope not."
After a few more minutes both Linel and Lorrie strolled up. Linel was dressed in nice grey trousers and a doublet, while Lorrie wore a light yellow floor length gown, very elvish in style with cascading sleeves.
"There you are!" Roxlin barked.
Lorrie, who was looking a little frazzled, immediately climbed up into the waiting carriage without a word. Linel was tittering to himself and Rona asked, "Is she alright?"
"Oh she's fine," he said with a smug grin, "But she finally got a taste of her own medicine. It seems that the love potion she used on Bernard hasn't quite worn off yet and the minute he saw her, he cornered her and kissed her something fierce right in front of the entire Mage's Guild. She had a bit of trouble getting away. Needless to say, the headmaster was not pleased, but when he tried to pull them apart Bernard started casting flames everywhere and declaring his love to her. He even tried to propose while his own robes were on fire and half a classroom was burning down."
They all just stared at him, aghast, but Linel laughed still and waved a hand, "No worries! The headmaster put the fire out and I made Lorrie come clean about what she did. She got a nice little suspension for a week and Bernard is now free from his unbearable lust for my dear, sweet twin."
Lorrie sighed, exasperated, and rolled her eyes, "Okay Linel. Done having your fun now?"
"Oh hardly, sister," he chuckled as he joined her in the carriage, "I am never letting you live this one down."
The others all climbed into the carriage as well, with Karnwyr taking space up on the floor by their feet. The carriage driver snapped the reins of the two white steeds and they were off.
Rona looked at Lorrie, who sat across from her. She was almost as disheveled as she imagined herself to be after her brief encounter with Bishop in the alleyway. Then she noticed a little bit of white gunk on Lorrie's face and leaned forward, wiping it off her cheek, holding it out on her finger.
Lorrie shuddered and cried, "Eeeww!"
Linel snickered, "Oh gods Lorrie! Did one of his pimples pop on you?"
She started wiping at her face and gagged fiercely. The others just burst into laughter and Rona quickly wiped the bit onto Bishop who said, "Hey! Don't get it on me! Eugh!"
They all had a good laugh at Lorrie's expense, though she took it well enough and started telling them more stories about her failures and successes with the love potions over the years. Bishop complimented her on her potion for hangovers and asked for the recipe which gave her a little boost of confidence.
(Background Music YouTube: Best Relaxing Piano Studio Ghibli Complete Collection 2016)
The trip to the Bashurn Estate wasn't too long. They arrived in a little over an hour and were greeted by an enormous piece of land, significantly larger than the LaRoues Estate. There was an enormous red brick wall, very worn and old looking, and covered in overgrown vines, which went on forever, wrapping around at least twenty acres of land, or more. The rolling hills were covered in lush green trees, and they could hardly see the enormous red brick manor at the far end of the property.
They all got out of the carriage and started to follow a winding dirt path through the trees. The landscape was beautiful, with enormous boulders, flourishing wild plants and very old oak trees everywhere.
Bishop even caught sight of some wild game, a pair of deer, that were grazing on some of the tall grass in a thicket just off the road. "Wow, nice place you got here Magrob," he said admiring the natural state of everything.
Magrob grinned, "My parents' place. Our family got lucky, buying the land up a hundred years ago after some Imperials were desperate to sell," he pointed out at the lake on the far end, which was hardly visible, nestled within a thick growth of trees, "The Shrine of Vaermina overlooks Lake Poppad there. Back then there was a group of cultists worshipping her and the family that lived here was plagued by never-ending nightmares. My great-great grandparents managed to snatch up all fifty acres for coins on the septim. Then they went in and wiped out all the cultists, though a few did escape taking the Skull of Corruption with them, which was the cause of the nightmares. Haven't had a problem since. Pretty sure the dogs keep away any cultists that think of coming on the property."
"You said your family breeds them?" Bishop asked.
"That's right," Magrob said and as they drew closer to the manor they heard the loud barking and howling of way too many dogs. Then they were greeted by at least five huskies that Karnwyr started to excitedly chase and play with, while a little orc boy and a breton girl around the ages of eight and nine followed after them giggling loudly.
The property was busy and bustling with plenty of finely dressed orc men and women and mostly blonde bretons meeting and greeting one another outside and around the property. Lots of kids too, also mostly bretons, but several little orc children ran around, playing together. Roxlin's family was by far the majority there, as Magrob didn't have as many relatives that lived in Cyrodiil.
Rona loved seeing such a mixed group getting along so well, but then again, aside from Roxlin's aunts, both families came from humble roots and were generally good people all around.
They stepped into the large clearing where the red brick manor stood, old but still in good condition. There was a large fountain in the middle of the dirt path, although the fountain was completely dry and chipped and cracked in places. The manor itself was in a sideways 'L' shape, with the short end off to their right and a large wooden front door was centered in the middle of the longer portion. It stood three stories tall, with smaller square windows, spaced closely together in certain sections.
They looked off to the left where the loud barking was coming from. Far off the property were what appeared to be four very large and run down old barns. Each barn was fenced off from one another with thick wood picket fencing and there were at least two hundred howling huskies divided up within each building.
Karnwyr, who ran by, still chasing one of the other huskies on the grounds stopped suddenly, catching sight of the barns and all the howling dogs in the distance. He got very excited at the sight of them all and started to wag his tail and bark and howl in reply to them.
"Oh shit!" Before Bishop even had a chance to stop him, Karnwyr pelted off the ground and dashed straight for one of the barns on the end.
Magrob chuckled and said, "Guess he smells all the females in heat. Don't worry about it Bish, I doubt he'll be able to get in there."
"You sure?" He said watching Karnwyr reach his desired destination where he started meeting noses with the other huskies through the thick wood fencing. He pawed at the walls and whined, pacing around trying to find a way in.
"Magrob my boy!" They looked over to see a much older, short and stout orc man approach them with his arms thrown wide open in greeting. He wore a fine set of noble's robes and had on a thick fur cape.
Magrob gave a bear hug to the orc, patting him on the back and said, "Good to see you Pa."
Roxlin jumped up and gave the older orc a big hug and said, "Hi Grolak! How are you?"
He returned the hug, although he was a little more gentle with his embrace, considering how much smaller she was than him, "Doing just fine my dear and please, call me Pa!" He chortled and put his hands to her shoulders, "Looking forward to tomorrow? Hm?" He glanced at Magrob, grinning and looking very proud of his son.
Roxlin nodded fervently and said, "Oh I can't wait! I have so much to tell you uh... Pa," she blushed, "Hey, is Ushga around? I want to visit with her too!"
"She's inside finishing cooking with your mother and sisters," Mr. Bashurn then looked on at the rest of the Fighter's Guild members and greeted them with familiarity, having already met them all several times before, save for Bishop, who Rona introduced.
"It's very nice to meet you young man," Mr. Bashurn said shaking his hand. Then he glanced over at the barns where Karnwyr was still urgently seeking companionship with some of the huskies on the other side of the fence, "Is that your wolf?"
"Uh, yeah, that's Karnwyr," Bishop said, "Sorry about that, he's not exactly trained."
"But he's tame?" Mr. Bashurn asked curiously.
"Tame enough," Bishop smirked.
"Do you mind if I meet him? I'd like to see his temperament firsthand."
"Sure," Bishop shrugged and looked at Rona, "Want to come with?"
"Might as well," she said looking over at everyone else who'd disappeared to mingle among the crowds. Roxlin and the girls had already gone off to visit with her mother and future mother-in-law and Magrob and the boys were busy joking with his older brother and a few of his cousins.
They walked along the rolling hills and Rona almost regretted wearing the high heeled black boots as the heels kept sinking into the grass as she walked. She grasped Bishop's arm, so she wouldn't lose her footing and trip. He glanced down at her, "You alright Lightfoot?"
She said, "Oh, I wore heels which are definitely not made for walking on soft grass."
He chuckled at her, rolling his eyes a little. They arrived at the barns after a few minutes of traversing the rolling landscape. Bishop whistled catching Karnwyr's attention for a minute, before he went back to howling around the barn.
"Wow," Bishop said, "He usually comes when I whistle."
"Well that particular barn houses all our breeding females and I'm sure plenty of them are in heat at the moment. So he no doubt wants to... well... mate!" Mr. Bashurn chortled and went right over to Karnwyr who'd started digging at the fencing, intent on finding a way in somehow. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing plenty of faded scar marks that looked a lot like teeth marks. Rona could only imagine the number of times he'd been bit trying to train war dogs to be as vicious as they needed to on command and he clearly took the brunt of that training on his own arms.
He knelt down by the wolf who was hardly paying attention to him, so focused on his current task. The old orc scratched him on the head and then rolled his ears back and started to look him over, examining him, running his hand over the wolf's back and underbelly, then lifting his tail out and straightening it.
"He's very healthy," he said over his shoulder, "How old is he?"
Bishop laughed and scratched his head, "That's a lot more difficult of a question to answer than you might think."
Mr. Bashurn raised a brow at him and Rona said, "We had an encounter with a Daedric Prince that gave Karnwyr five years of his life back. He was about ten, right?" She glanced at Bishop.
"Yeah, he was ten going on eleven," he confirmed, "But he's about five or six now."
Mr. Bashurn stared wide-eyed and smiled, "Well, damn... that's quite incredible." He gave Karnwyr one last pat on the back and then stood up and walked back over to them, "I'll give you a thousand septims for each healthy litter."
Bishop laughed, "What?"
"I'd like to let him breed my girls. I'm always looking to strengthen my litters and to have a little more wolf back in the blood, well I think it'll be good for them. At least hone their senses a bit more. Not to mention he's tame enough that they can still be easily trained."
Bishop gaped at him, "Damn when Magrob said you'd pay me to let my wolf fuck - er" he glanced at Rona who was looking at him with half-lidded eyes and cleaned up his words, "to breed your dogs, I thought he was just kidding."
"Not at all. I'm very interested in studding your boy," then he grinned and said, "I'll give you first pick of the litter."
Bishop laughed, "Yeah? Well alright then," they shook hands firmly, "You've got yourself a deal."
"Excellent," Mr. Bashurn looked back and said, "Suppose I'll let him in now. You might want to look away from this. They get a little aggressive when they mate. You don't mind if he spends the night here, do you? I'll bring him back for the wedding tomorrow."
Bishop had a broad grin on his face when he said, "Let him at it!" Then he called, "You hear that boy? You get to have your way with as many of these lovely ladies as you like!" Rona pressed a hand to her head, laughing under her breath a little.
Mr. Bashurn went right over and gave a sharp whistle, catching Karnwyr's attention again, then he looked at all the excited females and barked, "BESHK!" They all immediately sat, although they looked very anxious still. He opened the gate and Karnwyr ran right on in and immediately mounted the first female he laid eyes on.
Rona blushed and quickly turned around and started to walk away, heels sinking in the grass again as Bishop burst into laughter and said, "Wow... been a looong time since I've seen that."
"Oh gods!" Rona uttered with disgust. He caught up with her still laughing and helped her walk back down the rolling hills before she snapped an ankle in her boots.
They mingled and met with plenty of Magrob's family, including his kindly mother Ushga Bashurn as she served them all some very orcish hors d'oeuvres. The platter was full of meats and what appeared to be thinly sliced animal organs, heart, liver and kidneys with crackers and dips.
Rona stuck with the few foods she actually recognized and was surprised to see Bishop dig into the stranger pieces. Granted he really did like any kind of red and bloody meat.
He had a piece of liver on a cracker and took a bite saying, "Mm, this is good Ladyship! You should try it!" He stuck the other bit in front of her face and she cringed away from it.
"Nooo," she said giggling a little. He kept moving it closer and then she ducked and tried to get away as he playfully chased after her with the bit of food.
"Never going to outrun me in those heels Princess!" He called after her as she giggled and ran into the manor. She ducked behind by Roxlin, who was coming out of the kitchen with more hors d'oeuvres on a platter.
Bishop stopped suddenly, an impish grin on his face, "Hey Roxlin, tell her how good the liver is."
Roxlin snorted a laugh and shrugged, "It's pretty good."
"Eww," Rona said, knitting her brows together. She started looking for a way out as Bishop leaned back and forth around Roxlin, looking to stick the cracker back in her face. She quickly darted up the green carpeted stairs behind her and Roxlin snapped, "Get it out of my face ranger! Before I drop this platter!"
He chuckled and carefully went around her, "Sorry 'bout that."
Roxlin smirked at him and said, "Hey! No fooling around up there! The rehearsal starts in ten minutes and I need my maid of honor!"
He was moving up the stairs quickly and glanced over his shoulder saying, "I hear yah!"
He looked around but didn't see Rona anywhere. He called, teasing "Ladyshiiip! Roxlin just gave me an entire platter of this stuff, so you get to try it all."
He peeked into what he thought was an empty room and saw Charissa sitting on one of two twin beds alone. She looked like she was sulking. He muttered, "Whoops," and made to leave when Charissa looked back at him for a second before turning away and said indignantly, "Her name is Rona, you know."
He scoffed, "Uh yeah, I'm aware. Don't know if you noticed, but nicknames are kind of my thing. Besides she likes it." He smirked at her at back.
Charissa sighed loudly, dejectedly even.
Bishop leaned against the door frame, heavily lidded eyes and said, "Damn. You're still feeling sour about that kiss huh?"
He noticed her bristle a little at that remark and he expected she was probably blushing too.
She said, "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh don't I?" He drawled, "I guess I was just imagining it then when you smashed your lips onto hers last week."
"Pft... knowing you and your perverse mind, you might as well have," then she shook her head and muttered, "What in Oblivion does she even see in a man like you?"
Bishop laughed, "And what does a prude like you, see in a woman like her?"
She looked back, glaring at him then got up and went right up to him, getting in his face, "Don't think I forgot what you did back in Solitude, in the barrow. I know what kind of person you really are, bandit and I've been nice and tolerant for her sake, but I still don't trust you. You don't deserve a woman like her."
He raised a brow and said mockingly, "Are you saying all this because of your upstanding belief in honor and justice, or because of the little torch you've been carrying for her all these years?"
Charissa's brows lowered sharply over her brown eyes and she growled, "Like I said, you don't know a damn thing."
"I know lust when I see it," he retorted.
"Only because you're full of it."
He smirked and said, "I won't lie, yeah. I'm a real red-blooded man and I know what I want," then he leaned into her face a little more, narrowing his eyes, "I let it slide last time because you were drunk. But if I ever catch you doing that to my woman again, I won't hesitate to take you outside and have words."
"Hmph," she smirked a little, "Nice to know you wouldn't go easy on me just because I'm a woman."
"I've seen your skill with a bow," he said leaning back against the door frame, "And I've fought with plenty of warrior women in the Companions, so I expect you know how to throw a punch too. I wouldn't underestimate you."
"Good," she snapped, "Because I wouldn't hold back."
He chuckled and then said, "I'm sure you wouldn't. Now... you'd best douse that torch you're carrying for my woman, because I can promise you it will get you nowhere."
Then they heard someone clear their throat and Bishop spun around. Rona was standing there in the hall, with half-lidded eyes and said, "Mind if I talk to Charissa for a minute? Alone?"
Bishop smirked at her and ate the rest of the cracker he was still holding. He glanced back at Charissa and said, "Watch yourself woman. Don't go tripping over these green carpets and falling lips first into anyone." Then he headed down the stairs and disappeared out the front door.
Rona stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind her. "What was that all about?"
Charissa pursed her lips, "Just talking man to man."
Rona laughed lightly and then sighed, "Charissa, we really need to talk about what happened."
Charissa turned away from her and walked towards one of the small square windows and asked, "Why?"
Rona took a tentative step forward and clutched at her own arms, "Do you have feelings for me Charissa?"
Silence. An awkward, dense silence. Charissa sighed, shaking her head and sat down on the bed, back still facing Rona. She mumbled, "Yeah..."
"How long?"
Charissa looked back at her then, a red tinge to her dark cheeks, "Since always Rona."
Rona walked around the bed and sat down beside her, pressing her hands into the comforter and said, "You know I can never reciprocate, right?"
Charissa scoffed slightly, "I always knew that. It's why I never told you. I just wish... I mean why him?"
Rona blushed a little, "Bishop is a really good person Charissa. I know that might be hard for you to see considering everything that happened in Solitude..."
"Casavir is a good person Rona... he would be so much better for you, not this," she spat the word, "ranger... You've changed so much."
Rona shook her head. There was so little Charissa knew. Sure Bishop might have been the crude one, yes he had a serious temper at times... but Casavir was hardly the man Charissa thought he was. Rona's opinion of him had changed so much when she realized how he'd manipulated Bishop's brother into betraying him. He was the cause of a young man's death. He was hardly what she would call a good person.
Rona looked at her and said, "First of all Charissa, Casavir is a Paladin. We could never be together. And just how have I changed?"
Charissa sighed, "You used to be so sweet and... pure," she blushed.
Rona laughed a little, "Pure Charissa? Is that what's appealing about me? Being virginal?"
Charissa looked at her, still blushing, "Yeah actually."
"Well, I'm sorry that you feel that I've changed for the worse. But that's never going to change how I feel about Bishop. He's done so much for me... been with me every step of the way on my insane journey and risking his life to do so."
Charissa turned her eyes down and said, "Yeah I know..."
Rona grasped her hand and said, "Charissa I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've ever done for me. You've always been a good friend to me, but you need to know it's not Bishop who changed me. It's being Dragonborn. I've had to face a lot of hard things in the last year and I've had to find ways to become stronger for it," she paused then said, "I really do hope that you'll find a way to let go of these feelings you have for me and that you find your own happiness with someone who loves you. You deserve that."
Charissa looked tearful and she gripped Rona's hand a little tighter.
Rona continued, saying sadly, "Besides... You wouldn't want this. Being with me is... painful. It's been hard on me and Bishop. There's just so much you don't know. Please let go Charissa... just let me go."
Charissa's hand loosened, as though she meant it that way. Rona stood up and walked away. She didn't dare hug or express physical affection to her friend. She didn't want to make it harder. It had to be this way, firm and final.
She hurried down the steps and wandered outside, realizing that she was probably late for the rehearsal. She did in fact find everyone on the side of the house, sitting in chairs that were set up in a mock setting for the rehearsal wedding. Only those participating in the wedding itself were present, while the others were inside finishing the feast they'd all share in that evening.
Rona hurried along to do her part, trying to take her mind off the fact that she probably just broke her good friend's heart. She even got teary eyed when Roxlin and Magrob practiced their vows. They were so sweet together and it left her thinking of herself and Bishop and wondering if they'd ever have that someday. She hoped they would. He'd expressed interest before, mentioning it a few times and said he'd thought of it. Even when she stumbled once, talking about their future children together he only warmed up to her more and it made her heart ache with love for him.
After all was said and done they went inside and enjoyed a very hearty feast. There were plenty of orcish foods, so many strange animal organs and other odd things that Rona shied away from, while Bishop kept finding something new and gross looking to pester her with. She enjoyed her time with him though relishing every minute that they were together and laughing. No dragons, no drama. It was wonderful and she hated the idea of it ending, but promised herself she wouldn't let it get to her. She would enjoy her journey with him and take their time doing it. And even if the world ended, she thought, it would be okay, because at least she would be with him.
After dinner, most of the LaRoues family started to leave, thanking their gracious host and hostess, Mr. and Mrs. Bashurn. Rona saw her father off as well and he promised they'd meet again in the morning for the wedding.
Things were getting exciting. Roxlin could not stop chattering about it, seemingly releasing more of her nerves than anything. Even Charissa had started to cheer up, whether she was putting on a facade or not she couldn't tell, but was glad she was trying either way.
She and Bishop never did find a chance to get away and fool around on the grounds, but that did not stop either of them from persisting with the flirtations all through the evening. They returned to the Imperial City, getting back around eleven at night. They said their good nights to Roxlin and Magrob while the others walked back to the palace and headed off to their private suites.
(Music: I listened to Identikit by Radiohead for this one. Not a necessary listen. Choose what you like or nothing at all.)
The second they were behind closed doors Bishop was already on her, hands all over her body, lips entwined. She of course returned the passion, wrapping her hands around his neck to pull herself up to meet his lips more closely.
He started to untie the back of her gown and she fumbled with the buttons on his doublet. As she felt her dress slowly slipping down her waist he yanked the doublet off and actually started ripping his blooming white shirt open, snapping buttons and muttering against her lips, "Fuck these nobles clothes."
She giggled and whispered back, "No, fuck me."
He smiled and moaned at that remark and stifled her light laughs with his lips and tongue. Her dress hit the floor and she felt his arms wrap tightly around her back, feeling her up and down while she quickly undid the belt on his trousers and let them fall. She immediately grasped his erection through his underwear and gasped a little as she felt his hand slide down her panties, and feeling how wet she already was, he slid his fingers right inside.
Both took their time touching each other, forcefully and intimately, with her hand finding its way under the remainder of his clothes to grasp and stroke while he made sure to bury two thick fingers into her, spreading her wide and slipping them in and out, touching her convulsing insides and filling her.
She pulled her mouth from his and rest her head against his chest, moaning with the pleasure he gave her, stopping the motions on his cock so that she could just feel how good it was to have him touch her like that. He still hadn't seemed to notice her lingerie or the boots, as it was fairly dark in the room and she breathed, "Let's take this to the bed."
She grasped his arms though to stop him from going to pick her up. He withdrew his fingers and looked down at her smirking. She said, "No lifting me. I want to light the candles."
"Alright Princess, whatever you want." He walked by her to go sit on the bed and she started touching all the wicks on the candles on the table and shelves in the entryway lighting them with magic. And then she stepped into the living area and lit the ones on the dresser. With enough light Bishop was definitely able to see what she was wearing and as she turned around she realized that she had not gone unnoticed in the slightest. His eyes were absolutely glued to her, running up and down every part of her body. She loved it.
She walked across the carpet and stepped onto the hardwood in the kitchen area, making a few light clacks as she went. She turned, holding her legs apart slightly and pressed her hands to her hips, giving him a full view of everything she had to offer.
Bishop felt his heart thudding hard in his chest at the sight of her. She never ceased to amaze when she dressed up and always found new ways to liven things up. He loved the way her breasts were pressed so firmly together in that tight black bra, giving her ample cleavage. And of course she had matching panties that hugged just right at her well developed hips. She might have been petite, but she still had such an amazing figure; perfect breasts, not too big, not too small, a delicate curve of the hips from her lovely toned, yet flat stomach with a beautiful naval that he really wanted to caress. Her thighs though were just incredible, most especially in those tall, laced up leather boots she was wearing. The heels gave her just the right amount of upward and forward lean to really amplify everything as well.
Seeing her touch herself though was what really set a fire in him. He watched as she started running her hands up and down her own body, touching everything, from her own breasts, to smoothing them down her belly to her hips and down to her thighs, even between them. Her delicate hands touching all over herself was very erotic, but he wanted more than anything for those to be his own hands. Of course he also wanted to see what she had planned next. He did always enjoy when she surprised him in the bedroom and this was a delightfully pleasant surprise.
She took a step forward. Mmm, he thought, take another. And she did, closing the distance between them and sauntering with a sway in her hips that was very sexy. She stood in front of him now, while he sat at the edge of the bed, knees apart and so hard it hurt. She took another sexy step forward, straddling him so that her womanhood was resting on top of his leg and her thigh was pressing against his groin, which felt nice but was hardly the kind of relief he ached for. She leaned over him, barely taller than him, even standing as she was and looked on lovingly with hooded eyes, blushing cheeks and slighted parted, pink lips, pouting just so.
She reached around her back, undid the clip on her bra and pulled it off. Her ample tits fell gently apart with gravity and were perfectly positioned in front of his face giving him unfettered access to them. He immediately dove, in, grasping them into his hands, pressing his fingers into the softness and then his face, burying himself between her lovely cleavage and enjoying the supple warmth they provided. He fondled her for a moment like that and then took one into his mouth, licking all over her pink and puffy areola and nibbled gently on her nipple eliciting perfect, pleasured moans from her. He chest bounced a little as she gasped and in reply he squeezed and sucked harder.
She definitely enjoyed it as much as he did. But gods, his cock was throbbing hard and he really wanted to see what those heeled boots were doing to the back end. He released his hold on her breast and wrapped his rough hands around her waist and then stood up, lifting her a little as he went. She gave a light cry of surprise and looked up at him, still so incredibly short even with those boots. He stepped around her, still not taking his hands from her waist, and made sure to position himself so that he was behind her and she was in front of the bed.
She watched him as he slowly circled and gave her an almost predatory look. When he was behind her, he bent to her height and buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping and biting her, sending goosebumps racing all over her skin and making her mewl with pleasure. He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and nibbled at her earlobe before uttering a simple command in his husky voice, "Bend over."
She did so, leaning over the bed, but staying standing and he got an incredible view of her pert ass in her tight panties, the sides of which were barely holding each cheek in, and the fabric pressed into her soft skin, creating a delicate shape. He looked down at her beautiful legs, still tightly wrapped up in the leather boots and groaned. He really liked them and he made a mental note to stash them in their belongings before they left.
Refocusing on his current task, he started to trace the very damp spot on her panties, prodding her a little through the fabric and making her moan a little. He pressed a little harder then, making her release another delighted mewl. He grinned, enjoying that very much and started to grope her tenderly, running his hand all over the fabric, pressing it into her just a bit before pulling back. He'd started to stroke himself with his free hand and felt himself twitch every time she cried out. He couldn't wait anymore and really wanted to make her howl. He grasped the side of her panties, pulling them out of the way, got a good look at her gorgeous glistening pussy and pressed his cockhead to her entrance.
She was ready and he was very ready, rubbing his precum all across her slit before slowly pressing himself into her, wanting to watch as her folds swallowed him whole. He held a hand to her lower back, keeping her from bucking her hips, though that didn't stop her from trying. He chuckled a little when he felt her try to thrust back. He was feeling a little dominant that evening and said, "Don't move. I'm going to fuck you in good time, Sweetness. Have patience."
She whimpered at his words and he felt her tunnel grip the tip of his prick a little more. He liked that and it seemed she did too so he said, "I'm going to tell you what to do and you're going to obey every word, how's that sound, Princess?"
She glanced back at him, her face very red and she nodded.
"Good," he said playfully, "I'm going to fuck you slowly. I want to enjoy the way you feel wrapped so tightly around me."
She moaned in reply and he let himself slip further inside, pushing until his entire length was buried within, pressed right up against the entrance to her womb. He loved that feeling and was always amazed, as small as she was, that she could take all of him. He started the motions, pulling himself out and then pressing in again and truly savoring how hot, tight and wet she was around him. He got into a steady rhythm and soon he was pumping a little faster, making his hips slap with her ass and he watched as her creamy skin rippled and jiggled with each hit.
She was moaning and panting at the feel as well, though he noticed she had yet to start touching herself, since both her hands were near her head gripping the sheets. He said, "Finger yourself, Rona. I want you to tighten more around me."
She quickly complied, pushing herself up slightly so that she could reach between her own legs and he actually felt her hand there, with each new hard pump against her, as his balls hit there. He let her play with herself for a moment, groaning hard as he felt her gripping him much tighter within as she only added to her own pleasure.
He started to thrust a lot faster and harder then, feeling his pleasure rising as well as hers as she started to become much more vocal and began to plead for more. He leaned over her back then, burying himself that much deeper into her and she gasped at the new feeling of fullness. He growled low into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you hard until I come and when I tell you it's coming I want you to reach back and grab my balls and massage them while I empty myself inside of you."
He felt her really clenching him now and noticed a bright redness peaking at the tips of her ears. He smirked at how easy it was to make her face burn so furiously red with just a little dirty talk. He pulled back from her then, grasping her hips hard and started to forcefully pound into her, making her voice come out in delighted yelps. She continued to stimulate herself and he kept up the pace, moving fast and pumping recklessly into her wonderful depths. His climax was definitely coming on soon as he felt his shaft thickening and twitching more. She must have noticed too because she practically started screaming, "Bishop! Bishop! Do it! Come! Please come! Come inside me!"
Her pleas for him to come inside really sent him over the edge. Then he felt her walls gripping him tighter than ever, nearly pushing him out, as she fell into the convulsive bliss of her own orgasm and moaned deeply into the sheets. He roared, "I'm coming Rona! Gods I'm fucking coming!"
He gave one more hard slam into her making her scream with pleasure and felt her hand immediately clutch his balls, massaging them, which only served to heighten the power and strength of his orgasm as he spurt, thick rivulets of potent seed into her. Wave after wave, torrent after torrent, it felt like he'd never stop, it just felt too good unloading everything he had into her as her pussy walls continued to milk him dry. He gasped with each pleasurable wave hitting him as he ejaculated and eyes rolling as always when he got lightheaded from shooting so fucking hard.
When it was over, he just wanted to fall over, but forced himself to stay standing so as to not crush her under him or hit the floor himself. He knew he was about to make a mess but didn't care. He pulled out, letting it spill everywhere, ruining those sheets completely and she didn't move either. He was sure that she must have been seeing stars too considering how loud she screamed with her orgasm.
He stepped to the side of her and fell onto the bed on his back and took a deep breath. She was looking over at him, somewhat dazed but smiling satisfied and he asked, "Good?"
"Amazing," she said as she caught her breath.
"I do aim to please," he said, matching her smile.
She pulled herself over to him and they cuddled, enjoying the afterglow.
He said, "I'm just glad I finally got a chance to tear you out of one these lovely gowns you're always wearing. No interruptions this time."
She smirked and buried the side of her face into his chest and whispered, "Me too... You know, there's another nice dress I have to wear tomorrow."
He grinned, "I'll be sure to help you out of it later."
(Background Music The Splendid Performance from FFX Soundtrack)
The next day they went to the LaRoues estate early to prepare for the wedding. Rona getting dressed in her seafoam green bridesmaid dress and peach colored heels while Bishop put on his finely tailored formalwear. They'd packed up everything from their suite and brought it with them, planning to leave later that evening with Serlas to begin their journey back to Skyrim.
Although Rona had enjoyed her time in Cyrodiil, she was almost looking forward to heading back. She found herself curious about the state of that side of Tamriel, wondering how everyone had been faring without their heroic Dragonborn. She was also missing her brother and wanted to pay a visit to the Companions soon.
She, Lorrie and Roxlin all finished up with hair and makeup and stepped out into the foyer on the first floor, meeting their little entourage which consisted of all of Roxlin's sisters and her mother. The men and everyone else had already left for the Arboretum.
Rona and Lorrie were dressed up identically, both very elvish looking with their pointed ears poking out of the long wavy bangs on the sides of their faces, the rest of their hair was tied up into neat updos on their heads and they had a light amount of makeup applied to their faces.
Roxlin looked absolutely stunning in her floor length white gown with the slit in front, revealing her shapely legs and her bright white heeled slippers. Her bust was nicely accentuated in the floral bodice which wrapped around the sides of her arms. Her hair was still very short, although curled nicely, framing her lovely round face and her makeup really brought out her big blue eyes.
All her sisters squealed and fussed over her, telling her how gorgeous she was and Mimi practically burst into tears at the sight of her daughter.
"My baaabyyy!" She wailed, clutching poor Roxlin by the shoulders.
"Mother!" Roxlin scoffed.
Richelle laughed a little and tugged on her mother's arm, "Come on Mama, time to go."
All the sisters and Mimi led the way outside and Lorrie turned to Roxlin and said, "Oh Roxie, you look sooo beautiful!"
"So excited for you Roxie!" Rona said practically jumping up and down.
She gave her a big hug and Roxlin was smiling but then her face fell a little and she said, "I didn't see Auntie Mina this morning. I know she's up to something. You know, I never did find that damn Shimmerene whatever - that damn white dress of hers! I swear if she's wearing it there I am going to rip it off her body!"
"I could always set it on fire for you," Lorrie suggested as they started walking outside.
"Please do!" Roxlin cackled. They all climbed into a beautiful white carriage, pulled by two white stallions and were on their way.
In less than ten minutes they'd arrived at the Arboretum and saw hundreds of benches set out in front of the Shrine of Mara, filled to capacity on the bride's side with mostly blonde bretons, the other side only half full with orcs. All of them dressed in their best. Rona caught sight of her father, the rest of her friends and Bishop sitting behind all the orcs and Karnwyr snoozing steadily by Bishop's feet, tuckered out from his own night of passion probably.
Magrob was already standing by the Priest of Mara waiting. There was even an entire orchestra and a choir on standby. Their families really had spared no expense to make sure it was a beautiful wedding and it really was.
The carriage wound around the backside of the Temple of Tiber Septim and as all her sisters and her mother exited and went to find their seats, Roxlin gripped Rona's hand and said, "Oh my gods, this is really happening."
Rona laughed and said, "Yeah it is. Don't tell me you want to back out now."
Roxlin looked right at her and said, "Hell no! Are you kidding me? Magrob is like... he's perfect Rona... I love him so much." She looked like she might actually cry, which was a rarity for Roxlin and it was making her teary eyed.
Rona quickly hugged her and said, "Aw Roxie. We'll be right there with you."
Lorrie hugged on her too and Roxlin's lower lip quivered as she choked out, "I love you guys!"
"No crying," Lorrie said in her gentle, lilted voice, "Don't want to ruin your makeup now do you?"
Roxlin sniffled and nodded and her father approached the carriage, smiling broadly at her. He held a hand out and said, "Ready to meet your future husband sweetheart?"
"Yes, Papa, I'm ready," she said confidently. She hopped out of the carriage and took his hand. They all went through the Temple, which had been allowed open only for the ceremony to take place. Everyone took their places as the orchestra started to play and a choir vocalized softly.
(The music is Sun Gazer by Two Steps From Hell)
The first to head down the open doors, leading across the white carpeted aisle were Roxlin and Magrob's six and seven year old cousins, a sweet little orc girl and a breton girl, both dressed in bright orange dresses and wearing orange flower crowns to match. They were holding baskets of dyed orange and seafoam green rose petals. As they walked out they tossed the petals onto the ground. Next to go was Richelle's older son, Damien a very precious four year old boy, blonde as the rest of them, who'd been given the task of ring bearer. He followed behind the girls and went up to Magrob, presenting the wedding rings to him before awkwardly aiming towards the orc side of the aisle. Magrob quickly directed him to the breton side of the audience, allowing him to shyly scurry off to his mother, to the mild laughter of everyone in the audience no less.
Next were Rona and Lorrie. Both women were given small bouquets of bright orange and white flowers to hold. Rona took Magrob's brother's arm and Lorrie took his cousin's and the gentlemanly orc men guided them down the aisle before splitting at the end and taking positions at the front.
Finally Roxlin stepped out with her father on her arm and she absolutely could not hold back her grin, nor could Magrob, Rona noticed. It just made her and everyone else smiles that much wider she thought. She caught Bishop's eye for just a minute and he was staring right at her, a cheerful grin playing on his face as well. She blushed a little and directed her attention back to Roxlin as she finally reached the end of the aisle and her father gave her hand to Magrob, who grasped it so gently in his own much larger hand.
As the music died down the Priest of Mara started to speak, giving a small speech about the blessings and the beauty of love and the unending joy of uniting two lovers together as husband and wife. Then Magrob was first to give his vows, promising to forever hold and cherish his beloved wife in sickness and health and also possible grave injury after a battle, which everyone mused at. They said their, "I do's" exchanged their lovely rings and the minute the Priest of Mara declared that he may kiss the bride, Magrob pulled her in, dipped her in his huge arms and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.
Everyone clapped and cheered, many of them standing up and Rona heard Bishop whistle sharply from the crowd as he also stood to clap loudly beside her father and the others. It really was the perfect wedding. Afterwards everyone returned to the LaRoues Estate for the reception and were greeted with plenty of food and drink set out on tables under the tents they'd put up.
The orchestra had also followed along and played lively ballroom dance music to Roxlin's chagrin. She eventually ran over making them change it to something more her style and they ended up settling on some druidic style songs.
(Background Music Youtube: The music of Ireland: Jigs and reels)
Rona and Bishop were digging into the food as they people watched and pointed out some of the funnier moments when everyone started dancing.
Bishop leaned into her, grinning and said, "Hey, see that guy there? The old guy, with all the nose hair."
Rona laughed and said, "Roxlin's great-uncle Frinerto?"
He threw her a look and asked, "How in Oblivion do you remember everyone's names? No, nevermind, look at him though! He's about to snap his spine in two throwing himself around like that!"
The old man really did look like he was going to, at the very least, break a hip as he danced a wild jig with the orc flower girl.
Rona just laughed and Bishop grabbed a curious looking bottle of wine from the table and gave her a roguish grin, raising his brows, "What do you say you and I take a few shots of Sanguine's brew here and go show these people how to really party?"
Rona gaped at the bottle and said, "Are you serious? Is that from Sanguine!?"
"Sure is," he said chuckling.
"Good gods, I do not want to touch that stuff ever again."
He pouted, "Aw come on, it'll be fun."
"Put it down ranger," she smirked.
"Tsk, tsk, such a wet blanket." He set the bottle back down and they watched as someone else immediately grabbed it and disappeared back into the crowd.
"Uhh," Rona muttered.
"Well shit, this'll be fun to see," Bishop laughed, "Good thing I left Sheogorath's gift back in Skyrim." Rona looked at him with wide eyes and he said, "Don't ask."
Roxlin came storming over to the table suddenly, with Magrob hot on her heels. She grabbed one of the many glasses of champagne on the table and tipped it back, downing it in one gulp, then she smashed the glass against the table, breaking it into a dangerously jagged piece and barked, "THAT BITCH IS GOING DOWN!"
Magrob wrangled the glass from her and both Bishop and Rona looked at them perplexed. Magrob nodded his head back and said, "Check out Aunt Mina."
They peered around him and saw Aunt Mina parading around the dance floor in a very white looking wedding gown. It was incredibly poufy and covered in sparkling white gemstones and was all around just obnoxious and over the top.
Roxlin practically roared with fury and Bishop looked at Magrob and said, "You had my back, now I've got yours. Let me handle this."
He turned back to the table and grabbed a huge wine glass and filled it full with red wine. He took the entire bottle with him for good measure and they watched as he was suddenly stumbling, in a drunken manner across the grounds. He walked right up to where Aunt Mina was arguing with Richelle and shouted in a fake, slurring voice, "What a beautiful bride! Maaayyy I haaave this dance goorgeous?" Aunt Mina just gaped at him and he proceeded to trip all over himself, throwing the red wine from the glass right onto her dress and she threw her arms out and screeched at the top of her lungs.
Then he said, "Oohh, sssorrry 'bout that. Here! Lemme jus' wash it for yah! Got some water riiight here." And he began dumping the wine bottle onto her gown. Aunt Mina shoved him away and ran off across the grounds and back into the house.
Almost everyone in the vicinity was double over in laughter and Richelle shouted, "THANK YOU!"
He laughed and shouted over the crowd and the music, "My pleasure, sorry about the clothes!"
She waved him off and went back to dancing with her husband and her little boy Damien while Mimi held Quinn, looking a little worried at the house where her sister disappeared into.
As Bishop came back over to them, plenty of folks from both families pat him on the back and said, "Good work, lad!"
"Was seriously considering doing that myself!"
"Nicely done yah bastard!"
He approached the now grinning bride and groom and said, "Told you I had your back."
Magrob chuckled and said, "I'd hug yah, but it looks like you were a casualty with all that wine."
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Bishop! Oh my gods you're the best!" Roxlin squealed and then grabbed her husband's hand and they tore back out to dance some more.
Rona went right up to him and kissed him full on the lips, not even caring that he was damp with wine.
"Mmm!" He moaned, then she pulled away and he said, "What was that for?"
"For being such a good man," she said smiling.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and said, "What do you say we change out of these clothes and go find a nice quiet spot by the lake to uh... continue this?"
"Sounds perfect," she said.
They changed out of their very ruined formalwear and back into their usual gear. Bishop in his new leathers, which Richelle had been kind enough to repair after his battles in the Arena and Rona in her red dress.
He brought his dagger, because he always brought it. The man was never without some form of protection on his person, though Rona rolled her eyes and said, "We're in the city, on a fancy estate."
He shrugged, "You never know Ladyship. Better to be safe than sorry," he grabbed their bows and quivers then and said, "Let's do a little shooting across the lake."
She snorted a laugh thinking to herself that they would not be doing much of that kind of shooting at all. They went around the manor and through the garden, walking by Karnwyr who was busy tearing up a rose bush. Bishop kicked him in the rear and said, "Quit that Karnwyr. Go find Boomer and Bear."
Karnwyr barked at them and ran back towards the dancers. Rona giggled and shook her head when she saw her father, towering over everyone else dancing with one of Magrob's older orc aunts.
"God damn," Bishop said, "I really need to get his advice on picking up old ladies."
Rona laughed and grabbed his arm pulling him along with her towards the lakeside. The sun was slowly setting in the distance and they barely heard the sounds of the exciting music and boisterous partygoers from their quiet spot by the lake.
They sat down in the grass and Bishop leaned back on his arms and said, "This has been fun."
"Yeah," she smiled, "I love it."
"Me too," he said, "They're a good pair, those two. It'll be nice having them close by in Skyrim too."
"You've really been getting along with Magrob," she said.
"Yeah. I think we're actually friends now," he laughed, "Haven't had a real friend in a long ass time."
"Not true!" She said pointedly, "Farkas and Vilkas."
Bishop scoffed, "I guess so. Wonder how they're doing. Think Freya's driven Farkas crazy yet?"
Rona laughed, "I hope not. I think those two are really good for each other."
"Yeah, me too," Bishop said.
They were quiet for a while, just enjoying their moment of peace together by the water, when finally Rona said, "Not doing a whole lot of shooting out here."
"Uh yeah," he said, "It would be a waste of arrows." She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and he smirked, "How else was I supposed to get you to arm yourself?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "I was unarmed for most of our visit here! Even during your little cage match against Odahviing."
"Yeah well, that's exactly why I want you armed," he replied, "Never know just when one of those bastards is going to show up."
"Uh huh, suuure," she said.
He smirked at her, then sat upright, leaning forward and asked, "So. You ready to go back to Skyrim?"
She was quiet for a minute and then said, "I am. Actually kind of missing it."
He raised a brow at her, "Really?"
"Yeah. I want to see the others, Nelkir and the rest of them. When we get back we'll start plotting out all the ruins to visit. You can help with that right? Best tracker on Nirn?" She smiled at him.
"Of course. Like I already told you Ladyship, I know Skyrim like the back of my hand... still you really plan on searching every dwemer ruin?"
"I do," she said as she looked out on the lake, "We'll take our time with it. I'm not going to stress out over it anymore. I mean, obviously the world isn't on the verge of ending yet, so... I think it'll be okay. Even if it takes us years."
Bishop sighed, "Years, huh?" Then he stood up and held out a hand to her, smiling, "If it's with you Ladyship, I'll gladly spend the rest of my life searching every dwemer ruin on all of Nirn with you."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words and her eyes met his loving ones. She didn't care what anyone else thought of him. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him too, she reached for his hand and started to say, "Bishop I love-"
It all happened so fast. In a flash she watched as a huge beast with red scales and white horns swooped in, slashing at Bishop so that he was ripped from the ground and thrown violently across the grass and although the world itself had not ended, hers did.