Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Candy is Dandy	By : Crocface Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 27755 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with Bethesda, The Elder Scrolls games, Skyrim, or any characters, locations, or concepts included within said games. This is a totally non-profit work of fiction; no money has been, is,

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Uh, hey there. This is my first real smut-type fic, written in response to a challenge on the forums and as a bit of a diversion from my other, decidely non-sex-type writings. It's the story of Babette and her attempted assassination of an orc who likes little girls. As you can imagine, things go awry. If'n you lot wanted to leave a review to point out how bad I am at this, offer pointers, make requests, or just to gush about how much this site needs more Babette, that would be pretty cool. Either way, perhaps you can find momentary enjoyment in this little tale.
------------------------------------

This was no shortcut. This would not take them to the sweet shop faster, or even at all. It would not take them anywhere. He knew these streets, had used them to his advantage before, and he knew quite well that this alleyway had but one use. This path was tread by those who wished to become invisible, by those who wished to carry out acts that were..... frowned upon by society at large. There was no legitimate, no honest reason to go down the space between the guardwall and the buildings. Only dishonest ones.

So, why was it this..... delicate, pale slip of a girl, in her long sleeves and longer skirt, was urging him this way? He was a clever man, or so he liked to think. He kept his wits about him. He had to, for he was well aware what would happen to him should his, ah, affections be uncovered. It could be that she was simply mistaken about the alleyway, not realizing it was a dead end. Perhaps. It could be that she was bait meant for him, or men like him, and there awaited a gang of Nords and Orcs even more burly than himself, ready to break his bones and turn him in to the guard. Perhaps. It could even be that the rumours about town, that someone had made a pact with the Dark Brotherhood, were true, and she was leading him to death. Perhaps.

"Sir?" She had quickly noticed he wasn't following, and had cocked her head to the side most endearingly. Her dark brown hair spilled down across one of her eyes, and he swore for a moment the pale blue sparked red. Her teeth sank lightly into her lower lip for a moment, and she let out a whine that could easily be mistaken for a womanly moan. "Won't you please get me something sweet?" It could be that she, like all the others before her, was simply a desperate, horny slut.

With a grin, she slipped into the alleyway, out of sight, and he followed without hesitation.

The din of the city dimmed, though did not fade away, as he entered the alley. It was dark here, with only a little light seeping past the high walls at this hour. It was colder here, and smelled of wet stone, wasted drink, and, perhaps only in his mind, old conquests. Rotten barrels, useful only to the destitute, but too bothersome to dispose of properly, stood here and there. The girl was not to be seen.

"Run off, have you?" He challenged the vacant alleyway, a confident chuckle in his rumbling voice. This one liked games, did she? "How am I to fill your mouth with treats, little one, if you are nowhere to be found?" A giggle reverberated through the cold air, high-pitched and sweeter than mead. Excitement burned in his chest as he slowly stalked towards the nearest barrel.

"Oh, you'll fill my mouth~" The girl's voice bounced off the stone walls, seeming to come from everywhere at once. "But you have to find me first....." She giggled again, and the sound set his blood alight.

"And could you be...... HERE!" He seized the edges of the barrel, practically diving forward to look inside. Empty. "No?" He laughed, eyeing the next barrel down. "How quick you must be, little one." He stepped towards it, faster than before. The fire in his veins surged towards his loins as he moved, and he failed to notice or care that he was being drawn ever deeper into the alley.

"Babette." She cooed, her voice trembling with anticipation. An aching shot through him at the name; it was so innocent, so childish, that he wanted her all the more for it. He'd never bothered learning their names before, and he couldn't believe how foolish that had been.

"Babette......" He breathed, pulling loose the clasp of his trousers and stepping out of his shoes as he neared the second barrel. "Such a pretty name for such a pretty little girl." He let his trousers fall to the ground as he peered inside. Nothing. Confusion and frustration mixed into the froth of lust in his mind, and he looked to the third and final barrel. How had she gotten so far into the alleyway in those few moments he took to follow her?

"I can't wait to taste you~" Babette sighed, and his confusion was pushed aside. He could make her explain her little trick in due time. He moved quickly now, stumbling like a drunkard as he kicked away his trousers and pulled off his shirt. He stayed his hand from removing his undercloth, though, some part of his mind having the forethought to recall how he relished seeing their faces when he revealed himself to them.

"Nor I, you!" He growled, the lust so thick in his mind that he felt the beastial instincts his kind were known for pushing their way to the surface. While many orcs found their primitive sides anchored in rage hate, and destruction, the need to mate and dominate filled him. Pushed to the limit by the game, he grabbed the edges of the barrel and ripped the rotting wood apart. It was empty.

"Do you know why I told you my name?" The girl's voice was suddenly clear and distict. It was right behind him. He turned, intent on seizing her and making her swell with seed, but recoiled in pain as a barrel came smashing into his face. The force shattered the wood, and he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground and against the wall. Babette stood over him. Her eyes were red, glowing softly in the dark of the alley, and her skin was so pale as to be white. She grinned wickedly, revealing a set of long, pointed fangs. "Because people should know the names of their deaths."

"Y-you," His lust fizzled out. and the confusion, with its old questions, returned. "What are you?" He pressed on hand to the wall and held the other in front of him as he braced to stand up. She laughed, cold and hollow.

"I just told you, you stupid orc." She grabbed his forward hand by the wrist and pushed, pinning it to the wall. A numb disbelief took hold of him as he tried, and failed, to push back. She sat lightly in his lap and grabbed his throat with her free hand, her manic grin inches from his face. "I'm your death." She leaned forward, her tongue darting out and licking his cheek. "And you taste delicious." His manhood stirred, despite the fear bubbling within him. Given thier positions, it was impossible for her not to notice it pressing against her. "Ugh, you really are an animal, aren't you?" She scoffed, and her hand began to squeeze his throat. "You should be put down."

He gasped for air, grasping her tiny arm with his free hand. With a shriek, she recoiled from him, pulling from his grasp, though not without leaving her sleeve behind, and retreating to the far wall. She cradled her arm protectively, rage contorting her features. He wasted no time pushing to his feet, keeping his hands up and his eyes on her. What had driven her back? He looked at her arm. There, standing out in stark contrast to her white skin was a bright red burn, the size and shape of.....

"Ah," He growled, his voice rasping, and glanced at the ring on his finger. "You disagree with silver, then?" Whatever she was, at least she was not invincible. She hissed at him in response, her eyes fixed on the ring.

"I was going to make it quick," Babette seethed, her hands curling into claws. "But, for that, I'm going to paint these walls red with your blood." She lashed out, far more quickly than he expected, and opened up three straight lines on his forearm. It was almost casual, little more than a flick of her wrist. Her threat, it seemed, was not idle. He thought to call for help, but with his state of undress and her ability to play a mere child, he could not imagine it would end any other way than with him in jail, made an even easier target.

He made certain to fight with his ring hand close to his body for defense, using his other hand to attempt grabs. Unfortunatley, the girl was quick as the wind, and well trained in combat. She easily avoided his comparitively slow attacks, dancing in and out of range to decorate his arm and side with shallow scratches. Her rage had faded quickly, replaced with a predatory glee as she toyed with him. Only once did he manage to snag her sleeve, but it failed to even slow her down as she simply continued her swipe, the fabric tearing away from her as though it were made of paper. If she was even aware that most of her shirt went with it, leaving only a thin strip belted around her waist, she did not show it.

The ruined shirt, coupled with her arrogance lowering her guard, proved to be the boon he needed. As she danced back in, up came the shirt. She swatted it away from her face carelessly....... and her arm came down right in his hand. All she managed was a look of surprise before he used his size against her, spinning around once and slamming her against the wall. She was only stunned for a moment, but that was all he needed to place his ring hand firmly over her throat, his fingers curled just enough to avoide pressing the metal to her skin. She began to struggle, but a light flex of his fingers put a stop to it. If she wanted to get free, she'd need to bide her time.

Questions no longer bubbled in his mind. Who and what she was no longer mattered. She was an enemy, and that was enough. Now that he had the upper hand, he had to decide what to do with her. The silver could probably burn through her neck, but that would take too long and she still had one free hand. Snapping her neck would probably work, but he wasn't sure if he had the strength to do so. She was pretty obviously made of stronger stuff than most. If nothing else, he could probably pull her limbs from their joints.

"Oh, you're sick." Babette's words oozed disgust. Belatedly, he realized his erection had throbbed back to life and was attempting to escape his undercloth. After a moment, he realized why. Standing in this alley, nearly naked, towering over a half-dressed girl; this was something familiar, a position his body recalled fondly. Heat began to spread through him, an old, dull lust mingling with his rage. "You-" He loosened his grip for a moment, then slammed her back into the wall. She fell silent, more from fear of reprisal than from actual pain.

""How can such a vicious creature be so...... dainty?" He pondered aloud. She looked for all the world like a ten year-old girl. From her slender limbs...... "So delicate?" To her rounded face and wide eyes....... "So pretty?" To the dark greyish-pink of her tiny areolae and nipples. She scowled silently, obviously not endeared by his compliments. He paid her reaction no mind, leaning in and licking her face as she had his. "So delicious?" He felt her tremble with rage against him, but this only fanned the fire in his belly. Perhaps she was not so strong as he had thought, if she was willing to endure this rather than risk fighting from a disadvantage.

With a dark chuckle, he reached down with his free hand and ripped away the rest of her shirt and the belt that held it. Without the belt, her skirt slipped down over her thin hips and pooled around her feet. She wore no underclothes. He grinned, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth and dripping off his tusks. Just how good was this imitation of a human? He lowered himself to his knees, bringing himself almost level with her, and pressed forward. Her body was cold against his chest, but but they all felt cold when his blood was boiling like this. He could feel the smoothness of her skin, the hard nubs on her chest, and hear the hiss of her breath. Perhaps, physically, she was no imitation at all.

"I promised you a treat, didn't I?" He whispered, reveling in her feel and scent and vulnerability. She said nothing, refuting him with the force of her silence. That was fine. He'd have her screaming soon enough.

---------------------------------
Right, so, there's chapter one. I planned on it being longer, actually including some sex, but I write really slowly and it's already past five in the morning here. *shrug* Next chapter should be able to dive right into the smut stuff though, so that's something. Hopefully I'll have it done before too long.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Candy is Dandy