Author's Note:

Yay! Chapter 80 already :O

Anyway, it's been ages since I posted a chapter that was only smut :D I think there wasn't even one in the second book – there had always been some other part of the story involved as well before. Well not here, not really :D Just maybe the beginning a little? It creates the setup ofc. Otherwise it's all just smut :D It's quite graphic, probably more so than lately, and very awful in my opinion :D I really wish I didn't have to edit the smut chapters for mistakes, because it just makes me self-conscious. But I'm determined not to let that get to me, so here it is. If you don't want to read the smut, you can just skip the chapter entirely if you don't want to read the setup either. Worst case scenario, you'll be a little confused about the setting at the beginning of the next chapter :) Also, there's a kink warning there at some point – as always marked with an asterisk where it starts and detailed in the note below the chapter, if you want to avoid it :) Other than that, enjoy the smut, I guess :D

And thank you all for reading and commenting and hopefully still enjoying ;)

Chapter LXXX – Place Testing

Aeyrin let out a contented sigh as she nuzzled into Bishop's chest more firmly.

This time, it was just the two of them. They didn't even steal any food from the ball – it would be too impractical to carry it anyway. Bishop had his arms full carrying Aeyrin the whole way from their table. She didn't care about anyone's stares anymore. Her heel was broken after all and it was still snowing outside. She didn't want to go barefoot and trying to walk on uneven feet would take too long. It would have been time wasted that could be utilized on much more enjoyable things.

And besides, at least this way she wasn't cold in her dress. Bishop's body heat was better than any roaring fire.

He carried her across the streets covered in fresh snow, down the path leading through the noble district. There were no more lights in the windows and the only sounds echoing through the street were the voices coming from around the Palace – more stragglers lingering around the gardens before they went their own way again.

Aeyrin enjoyed being wrapped in Bishop's arms with a satisfied smile on her lips. He was right. Whatever was going on with Azshan and Gisli and Casavir wasn't important just then. They shouldn't ruin their evening with that mess. It could be dealt with another time.

Now, when she pushed all those worries to the back of her mind, everything was perfect.

Suddenly, Bishop stopped in his tracks. She readied herself to be adjusted in his grip again – he had to do that several times already lest she slipped from his arms, but this time, he actually started to slowly lower her back onto her feet.

She carefully balanced herself to prevent falling and she threw him a confused look.

"You think it's ready?" he smirked at her and inclined his head to the side. Only now she noticed where they stopped – right in front of their future mansion.

"Maybe it is," she snickered. But it didn't matter much anyway – they didn't have access to that place just yet. And as soon as they would, the housecarl would probably have access too.

"Well… only one way to find out," Bishop gave her a sly wink. What did he mean? How were they supposed to get inside?

He walked towards the door by the street and dropped down on one knee. His hand moved towards his boot and his fingers slipped inside the leather hem. In a few seconds, he fished out a familiar tool.

"You brought lockpicks?" Aeyrin giggled at him. She probably shouldn't have been surprised.

"Always, love," he smirked as he began to tinker with the lock.

Aeyrin hugged her arms as she waited for him to finish. Suddenly, without his body against hers, she could feel the chill of the night again. But fortunately Bishop never took long with a lock.

The door clicked and swung open, leaving them with a view into a pitch black interior. Before entering, Bishop slipped his lockpick into his boot again and returned to Aeyrin. She was hoisted back into his arm in one swift motion and had to stop herself from yelping in surprise.

The world turned dark as they crossed the threshold together.

Aeyrin soon felt herself be put back onto the ground and, this time, she bent down to finally remove her shoes. The stone floor was cold too, but it wasn't as bad as walking bare-foot in snow. And Bishop would have a hard time doing everything with her in his arms constantly. They couldn't even see properly yet.

"There's a torch," Bishop pointed to a spot on a wall, faintly illuminated by the light still permeating from the outside. Aeyrin had no idea how he spotted that. She had to squint really hard to see the outline.

"See if you can find a flint nearby, love. I have to lock us in again. Last thing you want is to get robbed before you even get this place," he chuckled.

Aeyrin nodded and walked in the direction of the torch. She was getting a bit better at seeing the outlines of objects in the dark and she noticed a few shelves on the opposite wall pretty quickly. Then she began running her hands over the shelves to locate a flint. Hopefully whoever prepared this house had the common sense to leave one by the entrance. And if not, they might be able to use Bishop's lockpicks. He would definitely have more than one.

It took a bit of fumbling and she heard some object clatter onto the ground, but finally, her hand landed on some small metal rods. She quickly took the rods and approached the torch, scratching them against each other until a few sparks appeared. It didn't take long then for the torch to get enveloped by flames.

Bishop was already done with the door by the time Aeyrin removed the torch from the holder. It illuminated the room a bit more – there was a firepit in the middle, an alchemy station in the corner and a lot of empty vials all around. That would have been nice, if either of them were particularly skilled at alchemy.

There was another door in the room and Bishop went to open it. When Aeyrin approached with the torch, they were greeted by a room with a single bed and a few cupboards. It was instantly clear that this was meant for the housecarl.

With a noncommittal shrug, they set off to explore the rest of the mansion.

…

The house was so big.

There was a separate room for everything there. Maybe it wouldn't be that hard to find some privacy in this place, but it didn't change the fact that sharing the house with a stranger still felt odd. At best, it would eventually become what Breezehome was now – a friend's place to stay at whenever they were in the city.

It certainly wasn't bad and it was a very impressive mansion, but it would never feel like home.

That didn't change the fact, however, that it was the perfect place for an afterparty. And it was definitely exciting to be here when they weren't supposed to.

Finally, they made their way to the top floor and inside the master bedroom. Aeyrin quickly lit the torch by the entrance, illuminating the room, and she promptly located the other two around the chamber before she could finally deposit the torch in her hand.

While she ran back downstairs to place the torch back into the holder, Bishop examined the room. Everything was already fully furnished in the entire house. It wasn't just furniture – it was everything. There were some decorations, bathing supplies and the kitchen was even stocked with food.

He sat on the bed and instantly sank a little into the soft mattress. Damn, that was comfortable. This place definitely needed a thorough testing before the housecarl came. It was perfect for tonight.

Next, he noted the large full-length mirror in the corner of the room and a cupboard next to it with various vials and small bottles. His curiosity got the better of him and he rose from the bed again to examine the vials. They looked a lot like all that crap in the Altmer sisters' store. He opened a few bottles and sniffed them. He even spilled some of the liquid on his hand from some of the bottles. There were a lot of perfumes there and some stuff that looked really colorful that he didn't even try to drip out. That looked like some weird makeup. There were also a few bottles of what must have been massage oils. Those could actually be good for something at least. He still didn't get why anyone sane would put all this crap in someone's house when they didn't even know if the person would use it. But maybe the people preparing this place were all too used to doing shit like that for the nobles. They probably didn't know that this mansion would belong to adventurers – it was supposed to be a secret after all.

Finally he heard footsteps on the stairs outside the door and, soon enough, Aeyrin ran back into the room.

She approached Bishop as he put down the vial he had been holding, but she stopped short a few steps away from him and her nose scrunched up.

"What's that smell?"

"I was experimenting," Bishop grinned at her and pointed to the bottles on the cupboard.

Aeyrin giggled in response before she finally approached him. "I can't believe they put stuff like this in this place," she snorted, but she didn't exactly expect a response. There was no need for more talking after all. The quiet of the house and the glow of the torchlight made for the perfect atmosphere to finally move on to something more exciting.

She wrapped her arms around Bishop's neck and stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss against his lips. It was gentle at first, but Bishop didn't even wait a second before he curled his own arms around her waist and pressed her against his body. The kiss turned much more passionate promptly as he began teasing her lower lip with his tongue before he slipped it inside her mouth.

Aeyrin moaned against him, muffled by his lips. A pleasant warmth spread through her body with the kiss. She had been feeling a bit cold again with her bare feet on the stone floor, but this took care of the problem completely. Her hands tangled in his hair firmly and she pressed his head even closer to his, if that was even possible, as she deepened the kiss with eagerness.

The need for air forced them to separate a few moments later, but they parted their lips from each other only barely. Bishop kept running his fingers over Aeyrin's bare back while she continued to clutch him by his hair, with their foreheads pressing into each other and panting breaths mixing together.

Bishop leaned in after a second to nip at Aeyrin's lower lip, but she parted from him again soon enough. Her hands slid from his hair and, instead, she gripped the hems of his vest and tugged at them teasingly.

"Let's get to that bed," she gave him a demure and somewhat wanton smile. Aside from their previous escapades in the restroom, this night had been nothing but teasing and frustrations. She had been looking forward to this part for so long. And the bed looked incredibly comfortable.

"Let's not," he smirked at her unexpectedly. Aeyrin got promptly caught off guard by that – since when did he not want to get to bed? But before she could question him, he grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and began tugging her, forcing her to stumble a little as he positioned her a bit to the side – right in front of the full length mirror. He spun her until she was facing the mirror and then he quickly pressed himself against her back and wrapped his arms around her stomach.

Aeyrin looked at the reflection for a while, watching how Bishop dipped his head down and ran his tongue over the side of her neck languidly. She still kind of looked like a mess. Her hair was all out of sorts and her eye makeup was still a little smudged, even though she had tried to fix that a bit with a wetted finger. But that didn't really matter that much. She just couldn't stop staring at her reflection with Bishop wrapped around her. She couldn't help but think how good they looked together. Like they really belonged together.

Bishop's hot breath against her ear soon interrupted her absentminded gazing. She shivered against him as he whispered in his temptingly low voice again: "I was thinking… right here." She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"You… want to… watch as we…" Aeyrin bit her lower lip and her face flushed brightly. Her gaze went right back to the mirror. Gods, did she really get this red when he was teasing her? She almost looked like she was getting frostbite on her cheeks or something.

Though what Bishop had suggested sounded both incredibly embarrassing and also… tempting. She couldn't stop imagining the scene already.

She let out a sudden gasp as Bishop's soft nuzzling into her neck turned into a possessive bite at his favorite spot. He began to suckle on her skin instantly and she couldn't help but let out a loud moan as the familiar heat spread through her all anew again. She loved when he did this so much.

"You're… so… fucking… gorgeous… sweetheart," Bishop whispered against the skin of her neck as he interrupted after each word with another nip at her sensitive and somewhat sore skin. A second later though, he straightened his head up to rest his chin on her head and his eyes fastened on their reflection in the mirror. He pressed her back tighter to his front, especially pushing his hips against her backside as a smirk spread on his face. "I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see how you get even more gorgeous when you come."

Aeyrin's breath hitched in her throat for a second at his words before he dipped his head down again to continue kissing her neck. She tilted her head to the side and rested it against his shoulder as another content sigh escaped her lips. Bishop's hands were starting to roam around her body slowly. Too slowly for her liking. Maybe he needed to be provoked a little.

"I could always show it to someone else if you like," she giggled slightly, but she barely got to finish the sentence before his hand moved from her front in record speed and only a second later, the heat of a sharp swat on her buttcheek made her yelp out loud.

"You know what?" Bishop growled into her ear. "You're lucky I'm letting you see that. That's supposed to be for my eyes only." He leaned down to bite into the sore spot on her neck once more before he moved his head back to growl into her ear again, now much more lustfully. "You know that you're all mine."

Aeyrin let out another moan at his words. How did that tone of his voice whenever he said this to her still make shivers run down her spine? She pressed her back tighter to him, but only a second later, Bishop's hand stopped their explorations and his lips left her skin. He stepped back from her and suddenly she missed his warmth. There was a strange tension of anticipation in the air though. She could see him behind her, standing only a step away, with an intense look directed at her reflection in the large mirror.

She could only feel the heat radiating from his hand faintly when one of his hands reached towards her. Then there was a small tug. The black bow on her back unraveled with one smooth motion and the ends of the band fell down her sides, dangling. The waist band did not fall from her dress entirely though. It seemed to be sawn in at the sides.

Bishop let out a frustrated growl. Did he actually think that the one silk bow was the only thing holding her dress together? Did he think that unraveling it would let him unwrap her like a present in one swift motion? The frustration on the reflection of his face at the anticlimactic development was strangely satisfying.

Aeyrin could feel his fingers brush against her bare back and the few silvery strings holding the dress together there. It looked like he finally figured out where his target lay. He stroked her skin there for a while, slipping his fingers under the strings on occasion, before he suddenly disappeared from her view in the mirror. He crouched down, apparently, and the next thing she could hear was a faint sound of metal sliding through a leather sheath.

Wait… he brought his knife?

He brought his knife to a ball.

Well… alright, it wasn't that surprising. He brought lockpicks as well. And he probably had to bring their key to their room at the inn too. She did wonder what other surprises he had stashed in those boots though.

Bishop straightened back up momentarily, but the second she felt him shift and something cold nearing the skin of her back, she yelped to stop him.

"Wait! No!" She shook her head with her eyes fastened on his reflection in the mirror. She wondered why she waited until now to stop him. It was just the anticipation of everything happening behind her back like that with only faint sensation alerting her. She loved it so much. But she didn't want him to cut her dress up. "Just untie it, Bish, please. It's a nice dress."

She gave him a demure smile. The dress was so beautiful. She had no idea what she would do with it, when she would even wear it ever again, but she couldn't watch it get destroyed.

Bishop's eyes roamed over her reflection in the mirror, slowly, from head to toe, until he gave her a teasing smirk. "Oh, honey, you're not gonna wear the same thing twice, are you?" His joke was accentuated by a wink and a chuckle, as if it needed it with the overly mocking tone that his voice took up.

She wasn't sure if even the tone of his voice was supposed to imitate Azshan, aside from the words themselves, but she didn't want to think about him at all right now. Fortunately, she was very soon distracted properly once more when Bishop's hands slid under the strings again, along her bare skin, as if he was trying to figure out the system of the fastenings.

"It is a nice dress," he murmured, moving his head close to her ear again while his hands continued exploring, and puffing some hot air against her skin. It instantly made her shiver for at least the thousandth time today. "I've been dying to take it off you the entire night."

"What's stopping you then?" She gave a teasing to the reflection in the mirror. He was still running his hands over her bare back under the strings, but he showed no indication of actually untangling her from them.

Bishop finally stopped watching her in the mirror and, admitting defeat to himself, looked down on the strings holding her dress together. He couldn't find the knot with his hands, and now, looking at it, he couldn't see it either. What the fuck kind of fastening was this?

"Fucking nobles really like to make shit challenging, huh?" he mumbled almost to himself as he continued running one hand over her skin and the other over the strings. Fuck, he just wanted to rip them apart already.

He fumbled around for a bit, before he felt something scratch the tops of his knuckles very faintly. What the fuck was that? He had his hand under the fabric holding the strings and when he turned it over a bit, he finally saw the tiny metal hooks there, pulling the strings tautly. It wasn't even tied anywhere, the strings were just hooked by the small metal pieces. Who the fuck thought that was a good idea? How would she even take it off by herself?

Luckily she didn't have to.

He carefully unhooked the strings from the metal parts and Aeyrin instantly felt the dress loosen a bit around her torso. Bishop let go of the fabric and the top of her dress fell smoothly down from her skin, stopping at the curve of her hips. His hands ran over her flanks and stopped just above the crumpled dress there. He didn't continue to undress her yet though. He looked back at the mirror instantly, watching her standing there half-exposed with her cheeks flushed and a look of anticipation.

Fuck, he just couldn't take his eyes off her tonight. Not that that wasn't true most of the time, but something about this moment just felt overwhelmingly mesmerizing. Their eyes only ever met through the mirror and there was always this tempting tension in the air. He wanted to prolong the moment a bit more, but he couldn't help himself anymore. He never let it eyes off her as his hands began sliding down the skin of her hips, dipping below the fabric of her dress and dragging it down and off her body.

When her dress slipped from the curve of her hips, it dropped all the way down instantly, revealing her form. She quickly stepped out of her dress and kicked it away along the stone floor. Bishop didn't take his hands off her hips for a second and his gaze was intently fastened on her in the mirror, eyes rowing up and down her naked body.

Aeyrin gently tried to turn herself around to get him out of his clothes as well, but his hands stopped her firmly in place.

"Not yet, sweetness. Just stay like this," he murmured into her ear. She nodded slowly and smiled in response. Gods, she could just melt when he was looking at her with such hunger in his eyes.

Bishop still kept his gaze on her as he quickly shed his vest from his shoulders, before draping his shirt over his head. He didn't really need to undress yet, but he wanted to feel her against his bare skin.

"Here, love. Lean back," he nudged her towards himself when he was done and Aeyrin eagerly pressed her back against him and laid her head on his shoulder. She gave him a contented smile as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of him against her back again.

The quiet in the room made the anticipation more intense. She could only feel Bishop's hands on her hips as they slowly stroked over her flesh. And she could still feel his gaze on her even with her eyes closed. Then one of his hands started to languidly slide up her stomach towards her breasts while the other moved lower instead.

Aeyrin twitched instinctively when a jolt went through her body at his touch. His hands suddenly ceased the slow movement and touched her much more eagerly and impatiently. Two of his fingers pressed in between her folds without much preamble and his other hand squeezed one of her breasts hungrily.

She let out a soft whimper at his ministrations, still keeping her eyes closed as he began rubbing her between her legs, sending waves of pleasure through her every time he pressed a bit firmer or ran his fingers over her nub.

Bishop's other hand moved from her breasts towards her neck while he continued teasing her. He gently placed his fingers under her chin and nudged her to dip her head back even more. With her eyes still closed, she barely knew what happened before she felt his lips on her again. An eager muffled moan escaped her while Bishop's tongue probed her mouth. His fingers between her legs never stopped moving and, soon enough, his lips left her once more and her heavy breathing and soft sighs began echoing through the silent room.

But then she felt another sensation on her lips. Bishop's fingers began running over her lower lip with a feather-light touch, making her shiver instinctively. The contrast of the tingling touch and the steadily increasing pressure and speed of his fingers between her legs left her buckling against his chest.

With another moan, her tongue darted towards his fingers on her mouth teasingly and Bishop didn't need any more encouragement to take it as the invitation that it was. He moved the tips of two of his digits between her lips, letting her briefly envelop her mouth around them and flick her tongue against them over and over. In the meantime, his other hand still busied itself between her legs as her buckling hips finally got what she wanted when he slid his fingers inside her wet entrance.

The bulge in his trousers pressing up against her backside left little of his own need to the imagination, but he didn't move to undress himself yet. He pressed his fingers of both his hands deeper suddenly, resting the digits on her tongue and probing her depths at the same time. Aeyrin let out another muffled moan at that and squirmed against him. She was getting close. She could already feel the knot in her core, full of pressure.

"Open your eyes," Bishop huffed into her ear. His own breathing was getting a bit labored too, but it was a far cry from her constant moans and panting. "I told you, it's quite the sight," he chuckled and nipped gently into the deformed tip of her ear. He didn't even seem to mind the ornament clipped to it.

Aeyrin obeyed and opened her eyes, staring at the mirror with a somewhat hazy gaze. Seeing herself like that was a strange sensation – her lips wrapped eagerly around Bishop's fingers while he started to slowly move them in and out of her mouth in a teasing display, her folds hidden by Bishop's large hand as his fingers continued to fill her, and her whole face flushed, body glistening in the torchlight as she heaved and bucked against him.

Bishop could already feel her walls tightening around his fingers as he plunged them into her eagerly. Fuck she looked so hot like this. And she watched herself with this strange fascination in her eyes. He could really drink in this view forever, but the best was still yet to come.

"Come for me, love," he growled into her ear in a low voice and she instantly let out another lustful moan at that, muffled by his fingers. His movements inside her mouth and wetness became even faster, more forceful. He could feel how close she was. His fingers were soaked and her body felt so tense.

It only took a few more seconds. Bishop quickly withdrew his fingers from her mouth when he felt her walls clench tightly around his other hand as Aeyrin let out a loud moan.

Good. He always loved hearing the sounds she made.

Her eyes closed only for a brief moment in her peak before she opened them again and watched the reflection in the mirror. Her whole body was heaving as she panted. Bishop's fingers were still buried in her depths while she tried to calm herself down.

"So fucking beautiful," Bishop gave her reflection an affectionate smile before he pressed a languid kiss to her temple.

Aeyrin shot him an adoring smile in return, but her mouth opened soon enough to let out another gasp as Bishop began rubbing his thumb over her clit with his fingers still deep inside her. He was far from done with her. And he really needed some release himself.

She felt overly sensitive already, but fortunately, Bishop's motions were slow and gentle. She was still pressed against him while he rubbed her slowly, only moving his fingers in languid motions to rile her up for more. He planted slow kisses on her jaw and neck all the while, before she began gasping and squirming against him again.

After a few minutes of his ministrations, Aeyrin began to press herself against his hand with palpable eagerness. But right at that point, Bishop withdrew from her entirely, even stepping back a bit. She almost fell right back onto him after the sudden motion. She gave a surprised look to his reflection in the mirror and an involuntary disappointed whine escaped her lips.

"Sorry, sweetness," he chuckled at her pouting, but he really needed to get out of those tight trousers already. And he really needed to be inside her already too. He yanked his boots off quickly before he practically ripped the pants off himself in a harsh, yanking undressing.

When he was finally fully naked, He stepped back towards her and wrapped her again in his embrace. They were both still facing the mirror with Aeyrin's back nestled into his chest snugly. He planted a few languid kisses on the side of her neck, but once she began rubbing her backside against him again, this time much more prominently without any of their clothes on, he lost every last semblance of patience.

"Hold tight," he murmured into her ear. And before she could figure out what he meant by that, Bishop swiftly hooked his arm under one of her thighs and raised her leg up in the air. She instantly yelped and her arms darted out to steady her. She ended up gripping the frame of the mirror tightly while she stood on one leg, with the other held up into a right angle by Bishop's hand. She felt completely exposed like this, practically spread out in front of the mirror, but she couldn't stop instantly imagining the reflections of when he would enter her like that. She let out a loud gasp and gripped the frame of the mirror even more tightly. She felt somewhat unstable like that and the one leg holding her on the ground sometimes trembled visibly. She wasn't sure if it was the strain or the anticipation.

Soon enough, Bishop adjusted her stance a little more to suit his needs before she felt the tip of his cock prod at her entrance. Her eyes went instantly down, towards the reflection in the mirror, and she watched, with breath hitched in her throat, as the head spread her lower lips slowly and moved inside her, getting enveloped by her flesh inch by inch.

Bishop was conflicted between watching the point of their joining in the mirror or watching Aeyrin's expression as she herself stared at the image with her face bright red, lips parted and gasps escaping her mouth. Everything was exposed in this position. Not that they both hadn't had plenty of opportunities to watch their bodies join like that, but something about the whole scene being reflected by the mirror made it all the more exciting.

Bishop finally buried his entire length in her depths with a groan of relief. Fuck, he needed this all night. As enjoyable as the constant teasing and frustrating each other had been, and as memorable as the brief relief in the restroom had been, nothing compared to the feeling of her tightness squeezing him like this. He enjoyed a short moment, buried deep inside her, before he dipped his head down to suckle on the overly-sensitive and reddened skin of his spot on her neck. His eyes never left their reflection and he stared almost mesmerized at the lustful expression on her face as he began moving out of her and then in again.

Bishop's thrusts started out slow and deliberate, but that pace lasted only a very short while. Aeyrin felt like she was swaying and wavering on her leg constantly. Her knuckles were almost white from how tightly she was gripping the mirror frame and her other leg strained in Bishop's firm grip as his pace sped up and his thrusts began feeling even deeper and harder. Her whole body was moving back and forth with the force of his thrusts, barely holding up in the strained position, but she couldn't find it in her to concern herself with any of that. She was too overwhelmed by the sights and the feelings. She felt like she could burst again and she couldn't stop staring at how his cock kept moving in and out of her, disappearing in her wetness and then reappearing again.

Her moans came out more and more ragged each second as Bishop continued thrusting into her eagerly. She could feel him rub against a pleasurable spot deep inside her with every thrust and she was sure that the second she came undone once more, she would just crumble onto the ground as if she had just turned into a puddle of pure bliss. She wanted to have him come first. She wanted to watch his face in the mirror too, wanted to see him plunge into her and spill inside and then to see his stained cock slip out and in her wetness with the few last thrusts to bring her over the edge again. Gods, the mirror was spurring her to imagine all of these scenes in her head constantly.

In an effort to bring her fantasy to life, Aeyrin quickly squeezed his cock with her inner muscles as tightly as she could. Bishop's response was an instant strained groan and he moved his head even lower to bite into her shoulder somewhat sharply. It only served to spur her on even more. His reactions were always exciting her so much. There was nothing better than seeing that expression on his face when he was barely holding together because of her. Aeyrin's hands gripped the mirror frame so tight that she even thought that she might break it and her stance got even more precarious with how she tautened her body, but it was definitely worth it. She strained her muscles again to tighten around him, eliciting another loud moan from him.

"Nnhg. Fuck. Again," he panted against her ear and she quickly obeyed, squeezing him once more. The pace of his thrusts was getting overwhelming, but he had to stop for a second every time she trapped him with the sudden tightness.

She did that again and again until Bishop couldn't take any more. With a loud groan he buried his shaft inside her as deep as he could, pressing his hips firmly against her backside. His eyes were instantly drawn to her slit reflected in the mirror and, with hazy eyes and unsteady breathing, he watched her squirm slightly when she felt him release deep inside her. The moment his climax ebbed, he moved out of her, watching his cock coated in their juices retreat from her depth, before he plunged it back in again.

He kept up the rough pace, but only for a few more seconds. Now that Aeyrin was satisfied, fascinated with the view in the mirror, she let herself go all too quickly. Her walls pulsated around his slowly softening cock wildly as a loud moan left her lips, echoing in the silence of the room.

Bishop withdrew himself from her and Aeyrin thought that he would let her leg back onto the ground, but he didn't. Instead, he watched for a while as some of his seed escaped her wetness and ran down her inner thigh. She couldn't help but stare at the scene as well for a while, but soon, the tickling of the sensation made her twitch and squirm and Bishop finally relented and let her leg back down.

She wobbled on her feet. Her legs felt like jelly and the one that had been held up for so long tingled and buzzed as her nerve endings attempted to recover. She let go of the mirror at last and fell back into Bishop's arms, letting him support her instead. Bishop himself, however, was still reeling a bit from the intense pace and his release, so he carefully ushered her so that they could both sit on the ground for a while. Fortunately, he didn't urge her to press her naked body against the cold stone and he took her onto his lap instead.

They sat there for a while in silence, only interrupted by their panting breaths and the occasional lazy kiss. Aeyrin's eyes went back to the mirror in a few moments, and she contentedly watched their forms nuzzled into each other like that with satisfied smiles on their faces. They really did look good together. She couldn't help but get a little giddy about that.

After a few minutes of respite, Bishop began to plant more passionate kisses on spots of her skin again. When he moved to that incredibly sore and sensitive spot on her neck, which he had played with so many times already tonight, Aeyrin let out another loud moan.

"Fuck. I love that sound so much." Bishop bit into her skin gently, eliciting yet another one. "I don't think I'm done with you yet, princess."

* "Good," Aeyrin giggled slightly and nuzzled into his embrace a bit more. Her legs ached, every muscle in her body felt strained and the evening had been very emotionally draining, but she didn't feel like ending it yet. They definitely deserved a night filled with pleasant diversion after all the drama and discomfort at the ball. But she definitely didn't want to think about the ball anymore. Not after how it had ended. Now was a time for much more pleasant things.

She shifted herself in his lap and turned over to face him. Straddling his thighs, she poised herself a bit above him and dropped one of her hands between his legs. Bishop didn't hesitate and took the opportunity of her current position. She was kneeling on the ground, legs spread so that she hovered above his lap with her hand teasingly stroking and squeezing his cock. His face was right in front of her chest like this and he instantly wrapped his arms around her back and pressed himself against her. He nuzzled his head into her breasts eagerly and began planting kisses and nips on her skin, interrupted only by the occasional groan of pleasure whenever she squeezed his cock in her palm a bit harder.

Aeyrin kept teasing Bishop with her touch while he played with her breasts, but he didn't leave it at that for long after. His hands roamed over her back, squeezing her flesh wherever they could before he moved them at her buttocks. He gripped her firmly, pressing her whole form closer to himself as his mouth gently bit into one of her hardened nipples. Then he continued to move one of his hands even lower to tease her entrance again with his fingers. It felt like he had done that for a hundredth time tonight, but it never failed to excite her just the same. She let out a groan as his digits entered her once more, unconcerned about any residual fluids from their previous encounter. She was starting to almost feel overstimulated after everything, but that feeling soon passed, replaced by the familiar pleasure and anticipation.

She squeezed his cock and picked up the pace of her hand's movements while her other hand gripped his hair in a firm hold. She practically pressed his face harder into her breast with that. The motions of his own hand never ceased either though. He plunged his fingers deep inside her at a fast pace over and over again – their languid ministrations certainly didn't last long.

A few seconds later Bishop withdrew his fingers from her slit suddenly and instead began to tease her even lower, over her rim. Aeyrin let out a loud gasp as he began pressing into her slowly, at the same time as he sucked on her nipple with eagerness. His digits were already all too slick from their previous explorations and he pressed them inside her quite easily, first one, then the other. She moaned and tightened her hold on him with each finger adding into the pressure inside her. She felt overwhelming heat spread through her as Bishop pushed in a bit deeper. She even stopped stroking him as she concentrated on his motions as he slowly eased himself in.

When he pressed his fingers inside to the second knuckles, he paused. Aeyrin was breathing heavily and her hands darted to hold on to his shoulder, as if she was trying to steady herself. It always felt intense. But she did love the feeling and she always got used to it quite quickly, as opposed to when Bishop did things like this to her for the first time. She felt his other hand tangle in her hair as he tilted her head with his motions stilled. She felt his gaze on her right at that moment and her eyes fluttered open while she continued to hold herself up only by supporting herself on his shoulders. His smirk and the hint of a questioning look in his eyes didn't leave her guessing as to why he made her look. As if he couldn't already tell that she was more than willing by the way she writhed from his ministrations.

She gave him an eager nod, followed by an almost breathless gasp when he withdrew his fingers from her unexpectedly quickly. She felt herself clench involuntarily at the sudden emptiness, but she didn't get a lot of time to reel from that before Bishop grabbed her hips firmly and flipped her over from his lap to position her on her hands and knees in front of him. She wasn't really in a position for him to do that easily and it all became a bit of a tangled mess of limbs for a while when she tried to accommodate the movement without even realizing properly where he was ushering her, but in the end, she ended up on her knees and leaning on her elbows.

Her eyes went briefly towards the mirror again. She ended up facing it sideways with her flank reflected in the mirror as well as Bishop kneeling behind her. For a while she watched his reflection as he looked at her exposed in front of him. His hand was slowly stroking over his hard cock and his gaze never wavered. She couldn't help but squirm under the scrutiny. It was so much more embarrassing when she could see how intently he was staring at her. Though… it was very exciting too.

When her hips shifted slightly in the strangely tantalizing discomfort, it riled him from his trance. Bishop stood up haphazardly from his knees and walked quickly past her. She couldn't see him in the mirror anymore, but she could crane her neck to take a look at what he was doing in reality. Why did it feel a bit less exciting than watching him through the mirror?

Bishop stopped by the cupboard next to the mirror and looked over the vials placed on it – his previous experiments. He grabbed one of the bottles promptly, as if he was already certain about which one he wanted. She had no doubt that he already had some ideas during those 'experiments' of his.

With silent anticipation, Aeyrin waited as he moved behind her again. Staying in that position, exposed like that for quite some time made her squirm in impatience. Gods, she wanted him inside already. And she wanted him to touch her again too. She wanted to look back into the mirror again to watch him as he was undoubtedly coating his cock with whatever concoction he had previously chosen, but she stopped herself and closed her eyes instead. It was kind of better when she didn't see what he was doing. The constant anticipation was so exciting. She only felt him shuffle behind her for a time and the dead silence in the room only made the knot of pressure in her core tighten.

A few moments later, she felt two of his fingers enter her tight rim again, this time even more easily and unexpectedly than before. She let out a loud gasp, followed by a series of whimpers as he pushed his fingers, coated in what felt like some sort of oil, even deeper inside than before, swirling them around her walls. Gasps and panting breaths were constantly escaping her lips as he probed her like that and the heat she felt through her whole body only intensified. She still kept her eyes adamantly closed, but she already couldn't wait to look at the mirror again when he would finally enter her.

It took a while before Bishop withdrew his fingers and used his hands to spread her cheeks instead. She instinctively held her breath as she felt the tip of his cock press against her tight ring of muscle, but he didn't start pushing in just yet. She huffed out when she couldn't hold her breath anymore and let out a groan of frustration instead. He kept her spread out before him, poking with the tip of his cock against her every now and then, but he never pushed. He kept teasing her frustratingly and she was sure that he himself must have practically been in pain by withholding for so long, yet he still continued.

Divines, she knew what he wanted. It always embarrassed her so much. But then again, it did make her even more excited for some reason.

"Please, Bish," she whined when he poked her again softly.

"'Please' what, princess?" he chuckled, though the heaviness of his breaths was palpable.

She didn't have it in her to succumb to frustration and reservations. As if it could get any more embarrassing for her?

"Please fuck me," she almost growled through gritted teeth. Her breath hitched in her throat again, but one more time, nothing happened.

"Open your eyes first." Bishop finally stopped rubbing himself around her entrance and teasing her with faint touches as he firmly pressed the head of his cock to her rim again. But he still waited for her to obey before he did anything else.

Her eyes snapped open once more and they were instantly drawn to the mirror. It looked like Bishop was waiting for her to look that way, since he was already staring at their reflection when she did. The moment their eyes met through the mirror, he began slowly pushing in, entering her tightness at last inch by inch. Aeyrin let out a long groan at the pressure and feeling of fullness as he continued to press himself into her slowly. Every time they did this together he was very careful at first. She kind of appreciated that. Even though she loved nothing more than when their ministrations turned more frantic and rough, this one in particular still required her to get used to it at first. It was definitely a lot to take in like this.

She let out another high-pitched gasp, drowning out Bishop's groan of pleasure, when she felt his hips press into her backside fully at last. She felt so full. She took a deep shuddering breath to relax herself around him a little more and Bishop didn't move an inch after that. He stayed buried inside her motionlessly to get her some time to properly adjust, while his hands left her buttocks and worked on helping her a bit instead. With one, he reached under her to start gently kneading her breast and rubbing his thumb over her sensitive nipple, while the other hand moved towards her slit to languidly play with her clit again.

They both still watched the mirror. Watched as Bishop's hands traveled along her body, teasing her. Watched as Aeyrin let out moans each time a jolt of pleasure coursed through her. It didn't take her long at all before she felt ready for something more and she gave him a resolute nod through the reflection.

Thank the fucking Gods. He couldn't wait anymore. He withdrew from her slowly and then thrusted in again, slowly at first. The slow pace didn't last for long at all though. Especially when he got to watch that familiar expression of lust on her face while more and more moans escaped her lips. The massage oil he grabbed from the cupboard definitely made it all too easy for him to pick up the pace and start thrusting into her harder and faster.

Fuck, she felt so good. So fucking tight. He grabbed her by her hips as he drove himself inside her over and over and watched her body buck and writhe in the mirror, her tits swaying mesmerizingly below her with every thrust. He wasn't even playing with her clit anymore and he could feel her tighten and clench around him. He was pretty sure that even a light teasing would send her over the edge as she kept moaning and gasping at each motion. And fuck, he wanted her to come first. He loved how much she squeezed him when she did.

His hand moved to her folds again and he started rubbing rather frantically. Aeyrin let out almost a yell at the unexpected treatment and it barely took a few seconds before she bucked again and her whole body tightened in a sudden wave of release.

Bishop stayed still inside her while she rode out her peak. He wouldn't be able to move his cock anyway. It felt like she had trapped him inside as she squeezed him so tightly. He felt his cock twitch at the sensation of her warm walls pressing against his shaft. Fuck, he could explode at any second like this.

He tried to hold on a little while longer as he groaned in strain and pleasure. It took her so long to ease her clench on him, much longer than usual. Or maybe it just felt longer. He just wanted to bury himself inside her to the hilt and finally find his own release. When she relaxed a little again, still flushed and panting heavily, he picked his previous pace right up. He rammed inside her a few times, eliciting a gasp with each thrust, before he finally couldn't hold off anymore. He slid himself all the way inside her again, just like he wanted, and stayed buried deep while the pressure finally eased and he found his release.

They stayed like that for a long time. Both breathing heavily and trying to collect themselves while Bishop's cock softened inside her once more. He pulled out of her a few moments later, eliciting another groan from her lips, before he practically fell from his knees to sit back on the ground again. He got quite a view for a while when Aeyrin stayed still, allowing him to watch her exposed like that again, but soon enough, she clambered up from her position as well and sat on the ground. She didn't position herself into Bishop's lap this time – she needed the feel of the cold stone floor to chill her heated body – but she did nuzzle into his side at least.

Both their bodies were so sticky with sweat and other various fluids and the floor would probably need a little bit of cleaning as well before they left. They shouldn't have been here after all. But right then, none of that really mattered. The large bath down in the basement – big enough to fit at least four people – was unfortunately not filled and there was no way in which they would go outside to find a well right now. But at least the washbasin in the room had some water in it. They could just wash up there for now before they would return back to the Skeever.

Technically they could have gone right away, but that wasn't a tempting prospect. Not with how drained they both suddenly felt after the long and intense 'afterparty'.

And definitely not with something even better in that room, tempting them endlessly.

As fun as the mirror had made their evening, it wasn't nearly as exciting right that second as the large soft bed.

It was practically begging to be used.

* Kink warning: anal sex