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"This place smells like fish and bad decisions," muttered Teldryn under his breath as the city gates closed behind you.
As soon as you entered the city walls, shouts from the town square reached your ears. Beggars begging, people trying to get passersby to see their wares, stall owners shouting at one another. Riften gave you a headache. You were here for one reason and one reason only; it was the only civilization nearby, it was getting dark, and the both of you didn't feel like setting up a camp and taking turns staying awake. You wanted a warm drink, a warm bed, and Riften was the best you got.
"I don't want to be here any more than you do. It's just a place to sleep." You started heading in the direction of the Bee and Barb with Teldryn right behind you.
The pair of you had recently returned to Skyrim after you had defeated the First Dragonborn's attempts to return to Solstheim. You wanted a break from the island, and Teldryn had always bugged you about leaving, so you decided to gather your things and hop on the boat back. However, after an encounter with a vampire nest in the Moldering Ruins, you decided to take that random orc up on his offer he made so long ago, and head to Dayspring Canyon to talk to this man named Isran. Tomorrow, you would make the journey to Fort Dawnguard.
Ever since the night you two made love, you had gotten impossibly close to one another. Teldryn was unsurprisingly protective but surprisingly touchy and affectionate. Which is why you had warned him about some of the unfavorable characters that frequented the Riften bar and inn, like Vulwulf, the veteran who had some... extreme views on outsiders. Therefore, you both decided it would be best to act in a strictly business-like manner when others were around. Keerava was nice enough, and you knew she wouldn't question you getting only one room for the night. But, you might slip an extra few septims just in case.
As you opened the doors, a few faces turned, some of them familiar to you. Vulwulf, thankfully, had his back to the door and was already a few too many drinks in to notice the door open. Also thankfully, Maramal was not here, so he couldn't give you a headache from his preaching. Mjoll and Aerin were sitting by the fire, and they gave a smile and small wave in greeting. You showed Teldryn where a good place to sit would be, away from most people, where it would be quietest. You watched him until he sat down, then headed to the bar to order a few drinks.
"Long time, no see, friend. What can I do for you?" asked Keerava.
"Can I get a bottle of ale and a bottle of Cliff Racer," you ask, "and I need a room for the night," you add, placing the septims on the table.
"The Cliff Racer for your broody friend over there in the corner?" Keerava asks as she reaches for the bottles.
"Uh huh."
"I see..." she muses, "just a friend, or..."
You look down at the table, a heat rising to your cheeks involuntarily. "He's uh... a hired mercenary... actually." You clear your throat and look at her.
Keerava nods her head. Her expression is hard to read as she slides the bottles to you and begins counting the coins. She chuckles slightly. "Don't worry, dear, I won't tell a soul. You didn't need to pay to keep me quiet, either. You're one of the nicest patrons I get, which is a rarity in this town. If anyone gives you trouble, you tell me straight away, you understand?"
You smile. "I promise, Keerava. Thank you."
"My pleasure, dear."
You sit down with a sigh, as your legs can finally rest. You take the ale, and Teldryn takes the Cliff Racer.
"I can see why you warned me about the place," Teldryn says, as you follow his eyes over to where Vulwulf is loudly carrying on about the empire to his son and everyone else listening, which is exactly no one. His poor son has probably heard the same spiel countless times before.
"Yup, Riften sure is a charmer," you say as you sip your ale. You see Teldryn sniffing his drink with a confused look.
"What is this?" he asks accusingly. You snort. "It smells familiar, but also... different."
"Just taste it, I promise you'll like it."
Teldryn pauses, eyebrows furrowed then brings it to his lips as he stares at you. The sight makes your stomach flutter for some reason. As he tastes the unique drink, he closes his eyes and lets out an appreciative hum. "I take back everything I've said," he exclaims in a mock-dictatorial tone, "Riften is the best city and Skyrim, and is now the capitol of my heart."
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth to try and not draw attention. Tears prick your eyes, and a proud smile is plastered on Teldryn's face. He, too, is chuckling. "I'll be sure to tell Talen-Jei that the Cliff Racer is a hit." Soon, you both run out of your respective drinks, so you pick up your empty bottles and meander back to the bar.
Keerava was not behind the bar. You figured she must be either upstairs cleaning rooms or in the cellar gathering drinks to restock. While you were waiting, picking at the splinters in the wood, another customer came and sat down. That wasn't what made you nervous though.
He sat down right next to you.
There were three other stools to choose from, and he chose the one next to you.
You tried to shake it off, but there was a familiar, churning feeling in the pit of your stomach.
You wanted to get a look at his face, but you could already feel his eyes on you. You tried to ignore it. But of course, he couldn't allow that to happen, and he broke the blessed silence.
"I haven't seen you 'round here... you been to Riften before?" the unknown man says, words slightly slurred.
Great.
"Yep, been here a few times." You were gonna keep it short and hopefully non-confrontational until Keerava returned. Talen-Jei was busy on the other side of the inn sweeping, and you didn't want to cause a scene.
"You an adventurer? You sure do look strong, maybe you could teach me a few things..."
You suppressed an eye roll. "I sadly won't be staying long enough to teach you anything, sorry."
He chuckles lowly. You really didn't like it.
"I promise it'll only take one night to teach me all I need."
You finally look over at the sleazy patron. He was a brunette Nord, with a fresh face, his hair tied back in a loose half braid. There was a flush on his cheeks from the alcohol. You gave him the benefit of the doubt and hoped he wasn't this forward when he was sober. But you really didn't like that he was ruining your decent mood, and you didn't appreciate his advances, no matter how drunk he may be. You had a lot of patience, but he was really starting to wear it thin.
"Come on, I promise I'll take you on an adventure you'll never forget." You could smell the booze on his breath.
"Piss off," you say curtly, staring straight forward once more.
"Ahhh, hard to get, I see, I see... well, I can tame that attitude," he says lowly.
You feel a hand slide onto your knee and he grips it. Your fist clenches against the empty ale glass. You're tempted to just smash it over his head right then and there, but you don't want to spend half your night giving a detailed account to the shady guards. You subtly look around for someone, anyone that could help you, but Mjoll and Aerin were nowhere to be seen.
"Take your hand off of me, or I'll stab it into the counter," you say through gritted teeth.
"Ooh, so feisty," he said in amusement, which enraged you even more, but you at least felt him retract his hand and hold them up as if to show his innocence. You side-eye him, sigh, and shake your head.
Your relief was short-lived as you felt his hand again, this time on your back. "What do you say, I buy you a drink, and you can tell me about your, ah... conquests..." he draws out the last word, and it makes you internally gag. You're about to say fuck it and push him off his stool before you hear a voice behind you. A gravelly voice you would know anywhere. And it was pissed.
"Can I help you with something?"
...
Teldryn watched as you got up from the table to get another drink before the two of you headed upstairs for the night. He hadn't been able to show you any affection since he walked into the Riften gates. He couldn't wait to hear those room doors close behind you and get you in that bed. The warm fire deep in his gut was stoked even further as he watched you walk away, his eyes lingering somewhere sinful...
His mind wandered as his eyes jumped from scene to scene, from person to person in the Bee and Barb. Skyrim was full of some interesting people. More than anything, though, he just relished the feeling of resting his legs and being under a warm roof with you. When he refocused his mind and looked over to where you sat waiting for the Argonian innkeeper, he also saw the Nord man sitting next to you. A pang of an uncertain emotion rang through him, but he explained it away as maybe an old friend you knew, similar to Mjoll or Mercurio. When he looked again, though, his blood began to boil like a dragon was burning him alive from the inside.
The fool's hand was on your knee, trying to creep up your leg. Teldryn growled and shot up from his seat, nearly knocking it over in the process. In the commotion and noise of the tavern, he remained undetected as he stormed over to the bar. He could barely feel his feet hit the floor as the adrenaline pulsed through him. No one... no one should even get to think about touching you like that... you were his. His.
"Can I help you with something?" Teldryn snarls. You turn your head, and Teldryn can hear you mutter "Oh, thank the Gods," under your breath. Unlike you, however, Teldryn was not afraid to cause a scene.
"What do you want, grey-skin, can't you see I'm talking to this... lovely lady here?" You were surprised the glass in your hand didn't shatter at the tightening of your grip. Drunkness, you could forgive, but a harasser and a racist? This guy should be thrown to the ice wraiths for all you cared.
"Yes, I can see that you're talking to my lady. Now, take your hand off her before I snap it off."
The threat must have gone in one drunk ear and out the other. "Your lady? Pah! You hear that? Grey-skins got jokes! Tell another one later and I might throw you a septim or two, but could you kindly piss off for now, thank youuu."
You feel his hand leave you once more, and before you can think about how much you want to boil the sensation of his hand off, you turn just in time to see Teldryn effortlessly yank the smaller man off the stool. His face is a grimace of rage, his teeth bared and his ears pinned back. You hear the Nord try to mutter a desperate "Hey, man I-" but it's too late. Teldryn recoils a hand and it comes colliding with the Nord's nose with a sick crunching sound, and a fountain of blood spurts forth from his nostrils, his eyes roll back as he goes limp. Teldryn drops him to the floor as if he just found mold in his bread, a look of disgust as he wipes his hands on his front.
The tavern goes quiet as everyone turns to where they just heard a body collide with the floor with a thwump. The two of you turn. You, a look of apprehesion, and Teldryn, a look of challenge and fire, as if to say "Anyone else want to fuck with me tonight?" The patrons slowly return to their conversations. Vulwulf was in a booze coma. You see Keerava finally emerge from the cellar, her eyes widening as she sees the scene before her.
"Keerava, I'm so sorry, I- he-"
"You don't have to explain, dear, we know who he is. If we weren't so desperate for the coin, I'd have my way and ban him from ever coming here in the first place." She sighed and set down the crate of bottles on the counter. "Is he... unconscious, or..."
"He'll be fine," Teldryn mutters, nudging him slightly with his boot. The pool of blood from his nose had finally stopped growing, but you knew when he woke up he would regret ever being brought into this world. "Let's go upstairs," Teldryn says quietly.
"Your room is the first one on the right, dear," Keerava says, "And don't worry about being woken up by any guards, I'll take care of it."
"Thank you, Keerava. Hopefully, this will teach him a lesson,"
"It's about time, in my book," she chuckles, as you and Teldryn head upstairs.
.....
"Thank you so much," you say to Teldryn as you walk up the stairs. Your mind was already set on taking a hot bath to get the feeling of the Nord's hands out of your head. "I can't even tell you how much I wanted to smash his face in with a bottle."
"Now that would have been a sight," Teldryn chuckles. You could still tell he was upset in his posture and the way he moved. You didn't know how to approach him when he was upset about something like this, so you opted to give him some space for him to cool down.
That was not what Teldryn had in mind.
As soon as you closed the door, you felt Teldryn's hands on you, spinning you around to face him. You barely had time to think before his lips were on yours, tongue and teeth greedily working at you. You groaned appreciatively and welcomed his tongue into your mouth as he pushed you against the door, already inserting one of his strong legs between your thighs. You melted like putty underneath him as he hastily tore your armor off. His hands gripped and pawed everywhere they could until you were left in nothing but your underwear in front of him. He pressed into you so you could feel his arousal through his pants. You moaned as his lips traveled down the muscles and pulses of your neck, leaving you panting and dizzy.
"You're mine... you're mine, do you understand?" he huskily whispered into the shell of your ear.
You felt your knees nearly buckle at his voice. You nod and swallow thickly. You knew Teldryn was protective, but this was another animal entirely.
"Say you're mine, I want to hear you."
Your breath comes out in short pants. "I'm yours, Teldryn. Gods, I'm all yours," you whisper.
Teldryn hums and licks the base of your ear with his hot tongue, sending shivers through you. He lifts you up by your ass so you're against the door with your legs wrapped around him. The feeling of his clothed cock gives you glorious friction at this angle, and you moan and buck into him. He grips your hips and ruts into you, and you hold onto his shoulders as you let everything thought go except the thought of Teldryn's cock. You kiss and suck on his neck, making him release a shaky breath and grind harder into your sex.
"No one touches you, except me. Only me, got it?"
"Yes, yes... hnng..." Your underwear was surely soaked by this point, and Teldryn thought he had teased you enough. He stops rutting into you and you whine, earning a chuckle from him. He hoists you up and walks over to the bed, setting you down near the edge. His dark hands rove over your exposed skin, your neck, your chest, down your stomach, and over your thighs, giving them a squeeze. You reach down and take his hands in yours and try to pull him upward. You always found the color contrast so endearing. You look down to see a puzzled look on his face.
"I want to kiss you," you whine.
He smiles so tenderly, giving your thigh a kiss before looming over you. He caresses your cheek before diving in, sealing your lips with his. The kiss is soft and sweet, and has you chasing after him as he leaves. He starts trailing kisses down your neck and chest. His fingers hover over your bra.
"May I?"
You nod, and he lifts it up over your head. No matter how many times he sees your breasts, he still ogles them in wonder. It makes you giggle. He hums, but it comes out more like a growl, as he starts licking and sucking at your nipples. You look down, and he stares back with such lust, such ferocity. It sends pulses of heat through your core. Teldryn continues his attention to your breasts until he releases them with a satisfied hum. He hooks a finger under the strap of your underwear and looks up at you questioningly.
"May I?" he asks again. No matter how many times you two give in to pleasure, he still asks permission. It makes your heart flutter. You nod and lift your hips so he can slowly, tantalizingly, slide your panties down.
"By the Divines... so beautiful," Teldryn whispers, planting kisses down your thigh, dangerously close to the sensitive skin of your core, "so wet... all because of me..."
You giggle, bringing a hand to rest on the side of his head. He leans into it, holds your wrist, and kisses the palm of your hand. "I'm yours, Teldryn. Always."
Teldryn's eyes are lit aflame with desire at your words. He growls, dipping his head to kiss and suck at the sensitive flesh of your thigh, leaving love marks all along your skin. Each kiss gets closer and closer to your dripping core until you can feel his hot breath against your lips. You whine and buck your hips, making Teldryn hum in amusement. He kisses your labia lightly, driving you insane. Then he kisses your clit, and you break.
"I want you Teldryn, please..." you cry.
You look down just in time to see him slowly lick your sex. You moan loudly, covering your mouth to stifle the noise, however, Teldryn's hand wraps around your wrist forcing your hand away from your mouth and pinning it to the bed.
"I want everyone in this damn tavern to know who you belong to," Teldryn growls. That sentence sends a wave of arousal through your body, and you whimper, completely at the mercy of his tongue. He slowly licks your sex, once, twice, then swirls it around your clit. He begins to suck and lick on it with abandon, earning from you a string of expletives, moans, and whimpers. Every buck of your hips would make Teldryn moan, sending vibrations to your sex and driving you even more wild. You feel the coiling warmth in your gut as the sloppy sounds of his mouth on your sex and your moans fill the room. You feel a finger swirl around your wet entrance, silently asking if it's okay to enter. When you don't protest, Teldryn tentatively begins to slide his digit inside.
"Oh fffuck-" you squeal at the sensation of being filled, accompanied by the sensation of him continuing to lick and suck you. He begins to pump his fingers in and out, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit as he does so. You can hardly think straight, gripping the sheets as he continues his relentless pleasuring. The coil in your belly tightens impossibly and finally explodes, sending stars in your vision and a burst of lightning through your veins. You cry out as your eyes roll back, your orgasm tearing through you, making your body twitch and shake. Teldryn watches you, enraptured at the sight of you coming undone from his work. He slides his finger out, closing his eyes and relishing the taste as he licks it clean. He studies you, naked and completely spent on the bed before him. When you open your eyes, he has a prideful grin on his face, making you both laugh.
Teldryn stands over you, one hand palming his erection through his pants. He's still fully clothed in his armor, so he begins to take it off piece by piece, staring you down hungrily. You lean up and begin to help him by taking his leg pieces off. When he's down to just his pants, he begins to rub his cock through his pants, seeing wear his precum was already beginning to leak through.
"Fuck," he whispers, looking down at you. You had to be the most divine creature in existence and to have you practically on your knees before him made him weak. You slowly bring his pants down, allowing his cock to come free. You wrap your fingers around his length and start pumping him. He thrusts his hips into your hand in time with your strokes, until his cock is rock hard and leaking. You look up at him.
"Can I... Can I try something? I've never done it before but..."
Teldryn caresses the side of your face, looking at your innocent eyes. "Of course, darling."
You nod and bring your face closer to his length. Tentatively, you bring out your tongue and lick a stripe up the base of his cock. "Oh, Gods!" Teldryn groans. Teldryn pants as you lick up and down his cock a few times before taking the tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it before you begin to take more and more into the heat of your mouth. It takes every ounce of control Teldryn has to not thrust into your mouth. You close your lips tightly around his cock and start bobbing your head in a rhythm, which has him panting and groaning. He takes the sides of your head in his hands and closes his eyes, relishing the sensation of your hot, wet mouth around him. Summoning some courage, you try to take all of him until he reaches the back of your throat. Teldryn curses and moans. You stay there for a few seconds until you gag and have to come up for air.
Teldryn pushes you back on the bed as he strokes his cock. "I'm gonna fuck you, hard."
Your eyes widen at his assertiveness and dominance, but you'll be damned if it didn't make your pussy throb in need. You always loved taking in the sight of him naked before you. Every defined muscle and raised scar added to his appeal. You knew he was insecure about the way he looked, but to you, he was the definition of a ruggedly handsome man.
Your pussy was already wet and wanting again as he thrust his cock against your lips, coating it in your juices. He lined himself up with your entrance and began to shove himself inside, your pussy swallowing him up greedily.
"You take my cock so well, darling... Gods-" Teldryn chokes out. You feel his throbbing cock inside you as he uses the pad of one thumb to rub your clit., still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He takes it out almost all the way before slamming it back in, making you throw your head back and cry out. He sets an already fast pace, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he spears you again and again with his thick cock. Your wet pussy squelches with each lewd thrust of his hips into your sex. He growls and grunts as you moan and whine.
"Feel so good on my cock... you're fuckin mine... gonna make you cum... fill you up..." Teldryn mutters as he pounds you. You see a thin sheen of sweat form on his glistening, grey skin. He fucks you like a man possessed until your mind is empty except the feeling of being fucked by his cock. Teldryn brings his hands to your breasts, toying with your nipples, making your walls clench and flutter around him. "You like it when I play with you, huh? Who's pussy is this?"
"Y-yours," you whine.
"And whose cock is this?"
"M-mine,"
"That's right, and this cock is gonna fill you up with my seed," Teldryn growls, "gonna fill you up till your bursting with it."
The feeling of your impending orgasm encroaches, more intense than the last, leaving you a whimpering mess. Teldryn could feel it in the familiar flutter of your walls. You open your legs wider, affording him more access to ravage your body.
"Yes, that's it... I know you want to cum, cum all over my cock you dirty girl, you're mine," he snarls, "Wanna feel you cum all over my fucking cock as I fill you up with my seed, gonna make you mine forever."
"Oh Gods... please, please I want it so bad," Teldryn had never talked this much during sex before, let alone this dirty. It was a side you wanted to see more of, it sent you into a craze. His words circled around in your head, filling it with images of his cock filling your womb with his cum. You could feel him getting impossibly hard as he pounded into you. Your pussy clenched around him as you shouted your release, the muscles of your walls convulsing around his length. Your eyes once again roll back as wave after wave of endorphins wash over you. The sight of your intense orgasm sends Teldryn over the edge. With a loud groan, you feel his warm seed fill you up with each pulse of his cock. After a few more languid thrusts, he pulls out, grabbing a rag from the nightstand to clean the both of you off. He collapsed next to you, and you turn to lay your head on his chest and wrap yourself around his side.
He was quiet for a good while, stroking the strands of your now messed up hair until he spoke quietly. "I'm sorry for being so... forceful, I got carried away, I don't ever want to scare you, I promise th-"
You leaned up swiftly to give him a long, soft kiss, and his hand came up to grip your waist. Your fingers fanned over the expanse of his chest, drawing random shapes and letters against his dark skin. You pulled away and gave him a playful smile. "If I knew that side of you existed, I would've asked to see it sooner," you say, biting your lip.
Teldryn raises an eyebrow at you and grins slyly, "Well, the night remains young, and I'm full of surprises."