Boots crash to the ground when Sarydos leaps off the back of the carriage, the trip from Windhelm to Whiterun had been long and hard he was still tired from being woken up so early in the morning to make his escape. He was so tired and the back of the carriage had been far too bumpy and uncomfortable to sleep in so he simply suffered through the entire ride. He stretched his arms out and looked around taking in the sights of Whiterun hold, he leans over and grabs his bag from the back of the carriage and begins to walk up to the gates. As he walks he passes up the stables and a group of Khajiit merchants camped outside of the city walls.

'The nords must not like the khajiit in their cities either.'

he thought to himself continuing to pass them up.

The guards watch him closely as he approaches the gates, when he reaches the gate he turns his head to look at the guard who nods his head as a way of greeting he looks back to the gate in front of him and pushes it open. He steps into the city, unlike Windhelm his first impression of Whiterun wasn't the persecution of his people but instead it seemed like a rather pleasant town, It's no Blacklight but It's far better than Windhelm, although he had enjoyed his time at the Cornerclub regaling the local dunmer with tales of his exploits back in Morrowind. The first thing he did was walk up to the local blacksmith who was conveniently located near the front gate, she was outside of her shop tanning leather on the rack, Sarydos walks up to her.

"What kind of arrows do you have?"

"I've got Iron, Steel, and Orcish arrows."

"You don't have anything better?"

"Check Inside."

He looks over at the door and decides to check inside the shop, when he steps inside he is greeted by a large nord man behind the counter.

"Welcome to Warmaiden's. Now don't let the name frighten you, we've got plenty o' steel for fightin' men."

he bellows from across the room.

"What kind of arrows do you have?"

"right here at the counter? let me see….."

he looks down behind the counter

"I've got steel and dwarven."

"No elven or stronger?"

"Hmmmmm….. wait I've got a few elven arrows here."

He places some arrows on the counter

"Is that all of it."

"Yeah."

"Alright, any malachite ingot?"

"Sure, here you go."

he places the ingot down next to the arrows.

"Know anywhere that might have some good arrows?"

"Try the Drunken Huntsman directly across from us, bows and arrows are kinda their specialty and if not there's always Eorlund Grey-Mane up by Jorrvaskr."

"Thanks."

He says as he places the coins on the counter and his purchase into his bag, he heads out the door and back into the streets of Whiterun, which are a lot cleaner than Windhelm's streets, he walks directly across from Warmaiden's to a building sitting atop a small hill the sign reads "The Drunken Huntsman" he pushes the door open and enters the shop, the counter is to his left and behind it is a long-haired Bosmer, the short folk of Valenwood.

"Hello my Dunmer friend, in the market for some hunting supplies?"

"What kind of arrows do you have?"

"Ah, I think you'll find that I have a fine assortment of many different arrows here in my shop."

He browses many different kinds of arrows and ends up buying some elven, malachite and ebony arrows. He kneels down the stuff them into his bag when he notices someone else in the shop, in the corner of the room there is a Dunmer woman sitting by herself. It is obvious to him that she is a fellow sellsword awaiting a patron, she wears leather armor and carries an iron sword. He decides to approach her.

"You a sellsword, miss?"

she chuckles to herself and looks downward shaking her head and smiling which confuses him a bit and when she looks back up at him she says.

"Blade and shadow, silence and death - these are my arts. For a modest fee, I'll make great art for you."

"So you're an artist of the battlefield, is that it?"

"Indeed."

"But your blade is for hire, is it not?"

"Death is my art, and like all artists, I seek a patron. For a mere handful of gold, I will follow you into any danger."

He thinks for a moment.

"Alright, consider yourself hired."

"A fine choice."

The two of them head out of the shop and towards the front gate, as they walk he asks some questions.

"Know of anywhere around here for a good fight?"

"There's some bandits nearby I've been wanting to wipe out."

"Why haven't you?"

"No-one's paid me to do it yet."

"Ah."

They leave the city heading in the direction of the nearby fort, Fort Greymoor. As they walk he couldn't help but notice her walk. He shakes his head in amusement, she catches sight of the gesture.

"What is it?" She asks, confused.

"Your walk." He answers.

"What about my walk?"

"I have no intention of offending you but…"

"But?"

"You walk as if you were the manliest man who ever lived." He laughs.

"Is that so" she asks "Would you rather I walk as if I were the most delicate woman in the world."

"No, but at least walk as if you are a woman in the world."

"Very well."

In the most exaggerated fashion she could muster she began to walk in an extremely feminine style. Smiling wide as she struts swaying her hips. She looks back at him and he quickly looks away, she turns her head forward again shaking it and laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Enjoying the view, were you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You were staring at me."

"I was not."

"Yes you were." she laughs "You were staring at my hips."

"I was not!"

"Of course you weren't. And I'm sure you weren't mentally undressing me either." She laughs.

"What! I would never…"

"Think of throwing me to the ground and tearing off my armor"

"What in the world are you…!"

"Sticking your tongue in my mouth while your hands explore freely rubbing every inch of my body."

"I wouldn't…..!"

"Allow me wrap my legs around you as you pull me in close and ready yourself to penetrate me with your… sword."

He is awkwardly silent.

"I'm sure you would never." She smiles as she finishes.

"You talk to all your patrons like this?"

"only the very special ones."

" And I am one of those special ones?"

"We shall see."

He shakes his head in response to her last comment. After what seemed like forever they finally found themselves standing in front of Fort Greymoor. They sneak up to the entrance of the fort carefully avoiding the make-shift barricades placed on the pathway, Sarydos pears around the corner to see a nord with a bow strapped to his back heading towards them.

"Alright, when that bandit gets close enough I'm gonna catch him by surprise and shove this blade into his gut, then you…"

He doesn't get to finish as she charges the bandit catching him completely by surprise, shoving her blade right into his chest, his fur armor offers no protection against the sharp Iron. Sarydos draws his blade and follows her lead. He charges an archer taking aim at his companion, the bandit sees him charging too late as Sarydos stabs him right thru the throat causing him to drop the bow and arrow, he turns around and charges another archer slashing him across face spilling blood across the ground, the bandit puts his hand on his face screaming but is silenced by a blade in the chest, he drops to the ground and Sarydos turns around towards his companion's direction. He sees a bandit between him and her, the bandit carries a steel greatsword and looks as if he is waiting for an opening to attack her from the side. Sarydos runs up behind him, positioning his sword facing downward in both hands, raises it up and with all his might he brings it down into the bandit's back. The blade tears through the the bandit's flesh and stabs it's way through his abdomen, he drops down spewing blood from the wound into a large puddle. Sarydos puts his boot on the bandit's back a rips the blade out of him flinging blood thru the air as he does. His female companion prys her blade from a bandit's chest and turns her head to see him wiping blood from his sword with one boot on a bandit corpse, she takes a moment to admire the view, she rather likes him brandishing a blade covered in blood.

"I was supposed to sneak attack that first bandit and catch him by surprise."

"Well, he was definitely surprised."

she says looking over at the first bandit's bloody corpse.

"Don't worry, I'm sure there are more bandits inside for you to sneak attack." She laughs playfully. They plan out their next move, first they'll sweep thru the dungeon and clear it out then they'll launch an attack on the bandit's in the main part of the fort. They run over to the dungeon entrance and quickly step inside, they sneak quietly across the room and down the steps. When they come across the first bandit he is unlucky enough to be facing the opposite direction heading down the stair, Sarydos quickly hops up and slits his throat sending his corpse tumbling down the stairs head-first leaving a bloody trail. They reach the bottom of the stone steps and start heading down the hall of cells.

"All these bars and chains are making me a bit excited." She smiles slyly as they goes, he cracks a slight smile.

They round the corner and quickly attack the two bandits standing over a troll's corpse. covering the bandit's mouths as they stick them with blades.

"I think that's all the bandits in the dungeon." He says.

"Probably."

They head back up the steps into the first room, as they rush across the the room Sarydos kicks the st bear trap out of the way, he opens the door and steps aside holding it.

"Ladies first."

"How kind"

She enters the next room and he follows closely behind, they rush forward swinging on the nearest bandits killing them so fast they never saw it coming. They cry out as the die which alerts the other bandits who come rushing in the room only to be wiped out almost immediately. They run up the steps and burst thru the doorway surprising the last bandit, a large Orc carrying a dwarven warhammer. She rushes forward swinging on him, he raises the hammer and blocks the strike then shoves her back and swings at her head. She ducks and the warhammer smacks the stone wall with a loud thud, Sarydos leaps behind the orc and slashes his back.

"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" He yells in pain.

The Orc swings downward at Sarydos but he dodges it causing the warhammer to come crashing onto the floor, His companion swings low and slices the back of the orc's legs, he is brought to his knees. Sarydos takes this opportunity to swing on the orc and cuts off his head. The Decapitated head rolls across the room as the body collapses the the cold hard floor. Breathing heavily they stare across at each other smiling, his eyes suddenly glance over to chest next to her, she looks over at it as well.

"I wonder what's inside" She says.

He walks over to the chest, grabs the edges and flings it open. There is a bag of gold, two healing potions, a diamond, and an Orcish Sword imbued with a flame enchantment. He grabs the blade examining it, he then turns around and hands it to her. She begins examining the blade's edge and weight.

"What's in here?" He says walking over to a closed wooden door, he flings it open. "Nothing, this must've been the fort commander's quarters."

Satisfied with the weapon she unsheathes her iron sword and tosses it across the room replacing it with the new blade. She follows him into the room and looks around.

"Not exactly a great view." She says still looking around the room.

He sits on the edge of the bed.

"Speak for yourself." He adds slyly.

She looks down at him and a small smile appears in the corner of her mouth.

"Really?" she says in an amused tone "And just what view are you talking about"

"I think you know what view I'm talking about."

She leans over and putting one knee on the bed for support.

"You're right, I do." She says placing her hands on his shoulders.

"I knew it was gonna end like this." He says.

"Oh, did you now?"

"As a matter of fact, I did."

She leans in and plants a kiss directly on his lips, she lingers for a moment letting her tongue wrap around his in a teasing manner as she pulls away she bites down on his lower lip tugging it before letting go then follows up with a second smaller kiss. She stops for a moment to remove her boots and bracers, seeing her do this he takes this chance to do the same.

"You planned this the whole time didn't you?" He asks smiling

"I had no intention of this when I started my day, it's you who started this and it's you who hired me back at the Drunken Huntsman."

"Ahh so you're saying it's my fault then."

"Lets just say that we're each at fault here." She says pushing his shoulders down and climbing on top of him.

" Fair enough."

She grabs onto the red cloth at the top of his armor and pulls him closer to her. She once again sticks her tongue into his mouth letting it wrap around his inside their locked lips, holding himself in place he returns the gesture with just as much enthusiasm. She pushes forward with her body once again paralleling him with the bed freeing her hands so that she could run them through his hair securing his head in place. As she holds him down he folds his arms around her lower back and tugs at the belt that fastens her armor in place, noticing what he wants she breaks her hold on him in order to loosen the belt so she can remove her armor. He reaches out to help loosen it, their hands fumble into each other as they both try to unclasp the buckle, finally the belt's bind on the armor is relaxed. They each grab onto the leather and lift it off over her head and toss it to the floor,he places his hands on her hips and slides them up her sides and to the front cupping her breast.

"What was it earlier that you said?" he smiles "Something about rubbing every inch of your body?"

"Not yet." She smirks

She reaches down and grabs onto the front plate of his armor pulling it upward, leaning forward he raises his arms as she slides the cuirass up and off of his body. She lets the armor drop off the side of the bed and hit the floor below, she leans down pressing her breast to his stomach as she nuzzles and kisses his neck. Her hands slither smoothly down his abdomen at a slow place until the finally come to rest on his waistline, her fingers glide across the leather strap that secures his pants in place before both hands finally meet in the middle and begin to unbind the strap. He wraps his arms wrap around her thighs letting each hand grasp a cheek giving them a light squeeze causing her to smirk at him. She disposes of the belt tossing it behind her and tugs his pants off of him. Now the two of them are left only in their smallclothes, with a last peck she brings her lips away from his neck. He looks up at her and she gives a big grin before leaning in close letting her mouth once again embrace his, his fingers spread across her back and reach downward gripping her waistline and plucking at it in an effort to remove her panties, she pulls away from the kiss and quickly slips them off. After tossing them to the side she returns to his lips as she does so he reaches around her thigh and starts to massage her folds. she lets out a small moan into his mouth. He caresses her opening letting his fingers occasionally dip in deeper which causes her to murmur in pleasure, she nestles her head into his neck, he decides to increase the effort and slips finger into her. She inhales sharply in titillation.

"You're quite skilled at this. You do this to all the women that accompany you on your journeys?"

"Only the very special ones."

She smiles at his last remark and his fingers slide deeper into her wet opening, another moan escapes her lips. She begins to pump her hips slowly, she clinches, squeezing and relaxing around his fingers bringing them a little deeper inside of her canal each time. She elevates herself in an effort to gain push down even more, he reaches his free hand up cupping and fondling her breast she reaches back and unties her bra letting it fall onto him. Much to her disappointment her pulls out of her so that both of his hands can grope her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples, he squeezes them in his hand. She lets out a small laugh smiling as he plays with them, his rough hands clutching her soft perky bust. She had smooth skin for a warrior, her armor must've done quite a good job protecting this part of her body. Finally satisfied with her bouncy bosom his hands glide downward, following them with her eyes she awaits their arrival at her hopeful destination. They clutch her hips and reaches down to make the next move, she begins unwrapping his loin cloth as he watches her hands and face in anticipation. Pulling away the last stray fold she beholds his exposed manhood, gripping it in her hand her eyes raise to meet his. His red pupils watch eagerly awaiting her next move, her hand slides up and down the length slowly pumping it. As his eyes narrow with pleasure she increases the pace slightly, next she adjust herself in order to position her face closer to waist. watching him throw his head back in ecstasy she brings her face even closer, her hot breath tingles against him. Finally ready, she runs her tongue slowly from the base to the tip giving a hard lick at the end, he breathes in sharply.

"Again..." He manages to murmur

Complying with his wishes she once again runs her tongue up the shaft coming hard off of the ending, he gasps out of excitement and she decides to end the teasing. Slowly she takes him into her mouth carefully letting the entire length slide into her lips and down her throat as not to gag, he shakes a little and she holds the position for a few seconds before sliding him back out, her saliva envelopes his manhood leaving it a bit sticky. She brings him into her mouth again this time faster going about three quarters of the way done over and over again at a steady pace he reaches down gripping her hair as if she were trying to stop. She continues to take him in increasing the pace by just a little each time until she was ferociously plunging onto him while he clutched her locks in a death grip.

"your pace…. I won't be able to handle it much longer…" He gasped. As much as she enjoys having him at her mercy she wasn't ready to let him go just yet, unwillingly, she decreased pace and slid her lips from him. As she released him he let out a big breath of air he had been holding in, panting he sat up looking at her as she sits on her knees across from him with her arms tucked closely pushing her breasts outward. Ready for revenge he places his hands on her shoulders and pushes her back, he lays her down flat on the bed. Taking her legs in his hands he separates them exposing her dripping womanhood, he leans down bringing his face close to her heat. He casts his eyes upward towards hers, she lays there breathing slowly with her gaze fixed on him in anticipation he smiles and brings his eyes back to the task at hand. Wrapping his arms around her legs to hold her in place he he brings his face inches away from her, his deep warm breath tickles her sensitive skin. He moves in planting a small kiss on her lower lips making her purr in arousal, he then sticks out his tongue and runs it's entire length over wet folds letting it sink in just a little so that he can tease her. Next he brings his tongue around the edge of her canal licking the rim of the opening.

"Damn you…" she gasps "Why do you tease me so…?"

He smiles and continues to moisten her at steady pace, tasting her folds, savoring her sweetness with each stroke of the tongue all while torturing her with unbearable lust.

"Why?... Why are you going so slow?... Why are you torturing me…?" She asks desperately, he smiles and responds.

"Because I want you to want it….." he says in a sly tone "I want you to beg me for it…"

"Don't…" She manages to say

"Beg." He gives another hard so lick the seeps in.

"Alright…" she says in submission "Please…. I beg you to quicken your pace…. quicken it and end my torment….. please…"

"Very well."

He sticks his tongue in and slides it up and down the canal, tasting the walls and dipping in her juices as he goes. Her hands rest on top of his head stroking it as he goes, it brings it up to her cliteris making her moan loudly. Her reaches his tongue just below and wraps it around, he cradles her clit with his tongue which brings out an even bigger moan from the enraptured elven woman. Happy with her body language he continues to caress her tender spot with his tongue, he feels her pull his hair in an attempt to bring him even closer but he's already as close as possible. Her actions can only mean one thing, she's close to her climax just as he was when she had him pinned down, she arches her back in anticipation but is surprised at what happens next. Without warning he stops, her grip on him relaxes and he move up closer to her face, she is confused.

"Why did you make me beg if you were only going to stop? She asks

"Shhhhh." he says giving her a small kiss "I promise this next part will be even better." He smiles.

She watches him back away, he takes hold of her legs and positions himself in between them. Dragging her a little closer he readies himself.

"This is the part where I penetrate you with my sword" He says smiling.

'So that's what he meant' She thinks to herself.

Readying himself he grips his manhood and brings it to her folds, she watches waiting for him to start. He uses the tip to rub her womanhood heating it up even more but after a moment he begins pushing into her. She lets out a long moan as he passes the point where his fingers could not reach, he slowly begins to pump himself inside of her. Gripped by pleasure she wraps her legs tightly around his waist wanting him as close as possible, he continues to work his way deeper inside of her. The room has warmed up due to their immense heat being generated, their two bodies clashing into each other, though both are dunmer she is of a darker skin tone than him but the two greys complement each other just fine.

"By Azura, I wish I'd met you sooner." She gasps.

"Indeed, I should've come to Skyrim years ago." He says, panting over her luscious body. He reaches down and takes hold of her breasts, squeezing them in his hands. As he goes deeper and deeper he can feel her tightening around beckoning his to delve even deeper inside. Fondling her breasts as he pushes his way into her he can feel himself ready to burst but decides to try to hold it off until after her climax which by what he could tell was soon, she was moaning louder than ever and had been arching her back for a good while now. Finally she lets out a loud moan and spills her juices in ecstasy, after she finishes he lets go as well; however, he decides to pull out and spill his seed outside of her. Both dunmer are now out of breath and are staring at each other only a mere foot apart, smiling she reaches out and places a hand on his cheek caressing it softly. He smiles back at her and she leans forward and kisses him, not a lustful kiss like before but a soft tender kiss that leaves a sweet taste on the lips as it recedes. Exhausted, he lays on his back and shuts his eyes, not a moment later he feels her lay next to him with her head on his chest and her arm around his midsection. He smiles, content with his trip so far before finally dozing off.

The next morning he awakes in the same bed only, he is alone now. He sits up and looks around the room but there is no sight of his female companion from the night before, he hears a sound from the next room where they left the Orc corpse. He peers out the open doorway to see an old nord woman sweeping the floor carefully avoiding the large dead body.

"Hey You!" He shouts, she looks around confused

"You!" He shouts again, she looks at him.

"Have you seen a woman? she's a Dark Elf like me, well have you?" He shouts, she narrows her eyes at him and asks

"Who is oblivion are you?"

"Agggghhhh!" He growls in frustration. He hops out from under the furs forgetting he is naked but quickly remembers as soon as he does. The old nord woman blushes and looks away, he walks over and pulls the door shut. Looking around he gathers his clothes, he puts on his loincloth and pants and is searching for his armor when he notices a note on the table. picking it up he reads it to himself

To my Favorite Patron,

My experience in your company yesterday was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I've had many patrons over the years but none have ever made me care for anything more than coin. But you… you are different, I have never met anyone else like in my entire life… you are special. So please... keep yourself safe… it can be a lonely thing, facing all the dangers of Skyrim by yourself but know this, should you ever miss my company come and find me in Whiterun. I will be more than happy to see you again, goodbye for now.

-Jenassa

He held the note in his hand a smiled as he read it over and over again.

'I have to see her again, just once more before I hit the road again…'