Jester's ring on a Dark Hand

HEY EVERYONE! How is it going? Ok, ok, I don't own anything from Skyrim only my OC.

'I love you'

Those three little words still rung in my head, I could not believe that I had actually said them! I never said them to anyone before I rarely even said them to my own family (they were always busy with work so never got much of a chance).

I had just arrived in Whiterun seeing everything was finally settling down after the Stormcloaks had taken over everything actually looked a lot more peaceful, more…..homey, It made me feel uneasy maybe it was left over feeling I had after being attacked by and Ice Dragon on my way here and the sound of the dragons soul settling down within me was pissing off the wolf sometimes I hated my life.
I made my way down the dirt and stone covered streets walking past Whiterun guards as they did their daytime patrols, they waved to me as we passed each other as I headed to the Cloud distract. Stopping for a moment to listen to the word of Talos bending my head in prayer, I may feel as if the gods have forsaken me for the fate I have been dealt with but maybe I may find some favor from them.

Ever since I joined the Dark Hand I have wondered since I was a werewolf would I go to the hunting grounds with my shield brothers and sisters…..or would I go to the Void?

I heading up the step with the sounds of priest getting slowly fainter a breeze comes across the valley from the mountain bringing with it dark clouds, it was about the time of year when Whiterun would get its first snow storm being this close to the mountains was going to be a rough winter for me…I hate the cold….though since becoming a werewolf I have noticed that the cold doesn't bother me as much.

Pushing open the doors to the Companions compound the heat from the fire pit washes over me like a wave over rocks along the shore, weathering every ounce of cold from my body, I moan softly quickly slipping in closing the door tightly behind me, the tables that surround the fire pit covered with fresh food, pitchers of mead and wine waiting to fill the goblets and tanks that lined the table tops.

A few fellow Companions were sitting around the room eating or talking about this or that, only stopping to send me a quick greeting before going back to what they had been doing before, I stopped at the top of the stairs looking back around the room seeing how happy everyone was that was not cured/blessed with the wolf within them, how the fire pit that was devouring the wood that the servants would throw in feeding it keeping it alive adding to the well-built building.

The smell of burning wood filled my noise warming my scenes, smell of cooked beef, chicken and other meats, cooked vegetables, pies and boiled and baked pastries filled with meats and fruits.

I let a sigh out feeling a loss of our leader that had been here before me even though I didn't know him long; I knew he was like a father to many members here I look to my left where the once fragmented axe now hangs complete standing proudly…almost like it was mocking me at times for what I am still not sure of to myself, I start down the stairs the wooden steps creak and groan under the weight of my steps.

Walking down the long hall still brought me back to the first time I had walked it, the companions that had been there before me watched me with slight interest while others rolled their eyes at me, walking down the hall was like walking in the ghost of that days footsteps.

I reached my room and sat down in my desk I look at the table my eyes running over every item some belonging to me others to our fallen father figure that's is dead but free of his wolf spirit, the wolf in my own mind whimpered softly as the thought of being free of my own crossed my mind.

"Hehe don't worry girl it was just a thought you have become too important to me I wouldn't give you up so easily, the hunting grounds or the Void welcome us and whatever awaits us there."

It seemed pleased with that and settled down I took off my chest armor and gantlets picking up the documents of jobs and reports that have piled up in my absence, I was halfway through a report that Aela had filled out about taking out two giants and a group of necromancers when the sudden smell of roses and nightshade filled the room, being a werewolf your scene of smell become so sensitive even the slightest change puts you on high alert.

My hand slowly crept to my dagger on my hip as I set down the papers in my hand slowly turning around, in a fast motion looking around the room only to realize that it was all in my mind, all it must have been was a breeze coming through only to waft up my own scent of the bath oils I used on my own person shacking my head trying to clear all thoughts of a certain red headed jester I finished up reading my reports only to pick up the pile of jobs and head to the mead hall to find my fellow companions that needed or were right for the jobs.

I wasn't looking where I was going when I walk right into a solid armored chest making 'Omph' I staged back a little bringing up my free hand to rub my forehead cursing again to my parents and the gods and goddess for me being born so short. I look up to see Valkes standing there trying not to chuckle at me not paying attention to where I was going, the inner wolf growled at his inner wolf that was probably doing the same as its hoist.

"Oh ha ha laugh it up Valkes don't think that you have the right to laugh at me when you're the one who turned the corner so fast that you ran right into an open door knocking your ass out cold."

I snicker back at the memory but my own giggles were cut short by a growl that was admitting from Valkes throat, I cleared my throat and stood a little straighter.

"Were you on your way to see me or heading to your room for rest Valkes?"

"I was on my way to see you Shield-Sister. I wanted to have asked you where you have been all this time?"

"That is none of your business nor anyone else's I do have other obligations that I have to attend to you know. You are not my lover, nor my blood brother, nor my husband so I don't have to really explain anything to you anyway!"

I could feel the wolf pacing back and forth in my mind want to spring forth and rip him apart. I hand to remind my wolf that he was my moon-born brother and shield sibling. I opened my eyes not realizing that I had closed them, I could see the look of pain and anger flicker across his face I sigh bringing up my free had to run my fingers through my hair.

"I am sorry about that I just had a lot on my mind lately and well people sticking their muzzles in my business tends to get me a little testy. Please forgive me for that outburst my brother."

I gave him a quick apologetic smile, I really was sorry. He smiled back with a forgiven smile and an odd look in his eyes. Oh no! Not that look! Not Valkes too! I had to get away before I said something to break his still mending heart.

"Oh Valkes I have a job that you and your brother need to do right away. It would probably be best if you both got ready and left before the storm hits."

I quickly handed him the slip of paper, when he looked back up from giving it a quick look over I had already made it to the doors and was heading up the stairs. Ok now I know men must be able to go in heat or something like females because now there is not just Ulfric, Brynjolf, and Cicero…but now Valkes! I know a normal woman would be thrilled to have this many suitors after her all at the same time. For me not so much more like a headache, if they were normal men I would have no problem in handling them, but they aren't normal men!

Ok look at it from my point of view I have my Commanding officer soon to be High King, then my second in command of the thief's and Nightingales, and then I have my keeper/assassin dark brother and now I have my shield-brother/werewolf lusting after me…where is a nice rock I can hide under at?

Later that evening just after Valkes and his twin left seven hours ago the storm hits Whiterun. The winds howl like a pack of starving wolves right on our doorstep, to the un none werewolf members it was menacing and frightful, but to the rest of us here that held a beast within us the winds were the howls from the hunting grounds calling to us willing us to come and join in the thrill of the hunt.

I was sitting back in my room reading the story of the Wolf Queen when there was a knock at my door. Usually no one would bother me at this time of day unless it was an emergency I placed a book mark on the page I stopped at and headed to the door to see who it was and what they might need now.

When I opened that door I was not expecting to come face to face with a bouquet of red roses and nightshade still covered in a thin layer of (evil to me) white fluffy snow slowly melting in the warmth of the building, the water running along the petals and leaves falling like liquid crystals onto the floor.

I took the flowers from the courier giving him a few extra coins just as he handed me the note that came with them, I called one of the servants over and had the courier stay until the storm lightened up so it would be safer for him to return home.

I quickly put the flowers in a vase of fresh waster on my bedside table before sitting on my bed to read the note.

'Dear sweet Caroline,

I hope the flowers get to you well or I might have to kill the idiot courier for not keeping Cicero's gift to his love protected. Like Cicero protects our lady Cicero told him to protect them like they were his mother. Cicero misses you already; it is no fun here without sweet lovely Listener to talk too, to spend Cicero's free time with now till Caroline returns Cicero will just have to pleasure himself and imagine that it is you pleasing Cicero and not his hand. Cicero didn't get to respond to Listener before she left….Cicero loves you too…almost more than our lady. Cicero asked sweet, sweet mother on the day Cicero finally saw your beautiful face if she approved of you…..Cicero wants to ask you many, many things when you return, yes many thing Cicero would want to know about his love. Please promise Cicero you will come home soon Cicero cannot stand being away from you and being trapped with the pretender and her lap dog.

Love from:

Cicero and Mother

Hugs and kisses hug and kisses'

I could feel my cheeks burning with a deep crimson along them I may have a few suitors, but there is only one Cicero he is the only fool who shall have my heart. I lay the note next to the vase before climbing into bed and drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.

-Cicero's POV-

Cicero stands there watching his sweet listener disappear out of sight after confessing to him that she loved him and retrieved her bag from Cicero's limp fingers. Cicero is stunned, shocked even.

Cicero had not expected her to confess…..well not yet at least, was she more effected by Cicero's fictiveness or did Caroline feel something like Cicero had just after she left after informing him that his wheel would be fixed soon.

Cicero now found himself pacing his room, his chest filled and full and tight with confusing emotions! Cicero felt fear, joy, anger, love, and lust.

Cicero was afraid that he hurt sweet Listener's feelings when didn't respond he didn't want to lose her! He felt joy soaring in him that she shared not only love and respect for their lady but for him too. He was angry at himself for not responding, for letting her leave without kissing her farewell and safe travel.

The love that burned within his heart now felt hotter and stronger than any fire in Oblivion, it burned with such strength he almost feared it would set him alight from the inside out. Cicero stopped placing his hands on the stone stable that stood in the middle of the room, Cicero hangs his head slightly his mind running wild not with the laughter of the jester no, no, no that sound has not been heard since he meet her she was his cure, but with images of how he would make love to her, he imagined taking her on this very table sent a shiver down his spine and straight to his groin.

Cicero lifts his head staring at the wall almost as if he could see her standing there right now looking so innocent, but tempting, teasing him all at the same time. Cicero can feel his body tight and hot, hungry for her, Cicero's eyes filled with an un-satisfied hunger one that only she could feed with her moans and hot warm cavern.

Cicero made his way out of the sanctuary quickly and gathered up all the perfect roses and nightshades he could find before heading back to his room, binding up their stems then a love note. Cicero made his way over to the nearby village that looked more like one huge graveyard, and quickly located a courier and threatened him that if anything should happen to the flowers or note that he would cut out his intestines and feed them to the strays of the village, to treat them as if they were his own mother.

Cicero made it back to his room soon after with a pleased smile on his face. Cicero decided that he would take a bath and use the oils his love made for him (they have been all he has used since she started to make them for him), Cicero slips off his well-worn and patched up jester suit folding it ever so carefully….it was his most beloved trophy he kept with him from his time before he became the Keeper. Cicero slips into the hot springs feeling the warmth fill his body and relax all the tight mucsles in his back, but his mind would not give him peace no, no peace for poor Cicero, his mind reminds him back to when he spied on his beloved as she bathed for the first time here.

How she looked like a siren resting agents the edge. He groans as his body tightens up again but in a delicious way, his hand slides down his chest wrapping his finger around his hardened member and slowly begins to pleasure himself as his mind bombards him with images and her sweet voice.

His fingers slowly began to stroke and tease his foreskin pulling it away sending a jolt of pain through him only to excite him more! His thumb slowly starts to circle his head as he images how it would feel to have her hand in place of his own, his head falls back between his shoulders as his forefinger presses and drags down along the underside of his manhood ripping a groan from his throat.

His breathing was becoming heavier as sweat from his body heat and the water appeared and covered him from his brow to the very edge of his torso that was not submerged under water. Cicero picks up the pace Cicero wants his Listener back, wants her back now to fill her with his manhood hear her cry and scream out in complete and utter bliss and pleasure as he claimed her over and over again till he was sure every man knew she was claimed by himself.

He began twisting his wrist every time stroked downwards then tightened on his way back up, grazing the tip in the most delicious way Cicero could only imaging how her mouth would fell on it, just that thought almost make Cicero cum right then and there.

Cicero can feel his balls tighten as Cicero begins to imagine her lying on his bed naked and covered in a thin layer of sweat, her eyes hooded as he would have her hands bound and tied to the head of the bed. A blush covers along her cheeks and down her neck, as her nipples turn hard in the cool air just begging for Cicero to take them in his mouth and tease them even more.

She would be withering under him as he attacked them one at a time slowly turning them into hard nubs, her legs would wrap themselves around his narrow hips pulling him in closer to her hot cavern, and he would break free from her strong muscled legs holding them wide open as he slowly kissed his way down her body. He would push her so close to the edge as his mouth and wicked tongue consumed her before impaling her on to himself.

Cicero's head rest on his shoulders, eyes shut in pure bliss as he lazy strokes his member as it jerks and quivers squirting his seed into the water and floats away from him. Cicero moans the huger not satisfied until she was back and could claim her once and for all.