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The Thief	By : KokoroBeats Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 4900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Thief
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The smell of the woods woke Asana up from the long carriage ride, she finally made to Riften! The ride was long and uncomfortable from Markarth to Riften that was for sure. Her big, blue eyes took in all the sights around her. The trees in this part of Skyrim were various shades of yellows, oranges and reds. It was quite a lovely and it made Asana sigh. If only he was still alive to share these sights with her. Asana thought of his lovely face and how his eyes sparkled when he would laugh. The way he had held her tightly when they embraced after a long day of farm work. Now, here she is, alive and alone. The war took her Malenirus away from her, and now she was supposed to be this hero of Skyrim.

She gathered her belongings out of the carriage she had rode in and went towards the gates of Riften. When she approached the gate, a guard started walking straight towards her.

“Halt, you have to pay the fee” he spoke to her in his heavy nord accent.

“Well, what is the fee for” she asked him, knowing already that it was a ploy. The thieves’ guild was well known in Skyrim, and Riften was their base.

“The fee is for the privilege of entering the city of course” the guard smirked at her.

“Let me grab my coin purse” she smiled sweetly at the guard, in her peripherals she saw him grin. Asana dug into her traveler’s bag, her long violet hair pouring down her arms as she did so. While the guard was distracted by watching her digging in her bag, Asana clutched her daedric dagger and counted to three. One, she got in her battle stance slowly placing her bag on the ground. Two she unsheathed her dagger and three she charged. She grabbed the guard and held her dagger to his throat.

“This is obviously a shakedown” she sneered pressing the cold metal against the guard’s throat.

“Okay, okay, keep it down and let me go, I will unlock the gate for you” she slowly removed the dagger from pressing against the guards throat and let the guard go. He walked glumly to the gate and unlocked it. “There, welcome to Riften.” Asana gathered her things once again, and took a deep breath. “Here comes the dragon born” she mumbled to herself.

Once inside the city, she made her way to The Bee and Barb so she could get a temporary room for the day. She entered the inn and a number of smells and colours flooded her senses, the inn was full of life, yet, she could sense a great fear lingering around. She brushed it aside for now and went to go talk to the inn keeper.

“I’d like to rent a room please” Asana asked politely to the Argonian on the other side of the counter. The Argonian looked at Asana with disgust.

“Sure, thing. It is yours for the day” the female Argonian murmured and took the gold Asana had placed on the counter. “This way Breton.” Asana followed the grumpy Argonian to a room on the second floor. Once in the room she locked up her stuff in the temporary chest and headed back downstairs. She needed some mead.

Asana set her sights on the bar and began to make her way over there when a man, leaning against a wall stopped her.

“I bet you haven’t done an honest day’s work for all that gold you’re carrying lass.” The man purred. Asana let herself be wrapped around in the man’s Scottish accent as she watched his delightful looking mouth shape every word he was saying to her.

“M...my wealth is none of your business!” she stuttered out, this man was distracting her. He was a beautiful man. He had wavy auburn hair that fell gently on his strong neck, his eyes were blue like the glaciers on the sea of ghosts. His lips were a plump nude pink, that were shaped to give him a smouldering smirk. Asana heard her breath hitch as she let her eyes glaze over him like he was a fresh sweet roll.

“That is where you are wrong lass, wealth is my business” he smirked at her and Asana swore she felt her heart skip a beat. He lifted himself off the wall he was leaning on and closed the distance between them. “I have a proposition for someone, of your…talents if you are interested” at the word talents Asana felt his glacier eyes run down her curves. She felt her face heat up and her abdomen was throbbing. What was this?

“What if I am not interested?” she let her voice drip in honey and she saw his smirk turn into a seductive grin as he pressed his lips to her ear.

“Oh you will be, I assure you” he whispered and walked out the door of the inn. Asana felt her knees buckle and she slunk to the floor. Her abdomen was throbbing, and she felt heat coming from her loins. Burning loins, she laughed to herself. She picked herself up off the ground and continued to the bar. Now she needed more mead.

That night, Asana was lying in bed waiting for sleep to come when she let her mind wander. She thought of that stranger and how he unraveled her just from his words. What would happen to her if it was his touch? An image appeared in her head, it was her laying on a bed and the stranger was between her legs. Two of his rough fingers were inserted inside of her vaginal hole and they were moving like he was shooting many arrows very quickly. In the image her head was thrown back and she was moaning at his touch.

She felt liquid begin to pool between her legs and that same feeling was back in her abdomen, she needed to do something about this odd feeling. She got bold, Asana let a hand drift down her body, over her large bosom, down her torso and rested at the warm centre of her legs. Her hips moved at this touch. Interesting. At this she started to move her fingers up and down her panties causing the pool between her legs grow. She needed more friction. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her underwear and rested it on her bare womanhood. It was warm and wet and inviting. Asana moved her fingers into her slit and found a bud. She touched it and the pleasurable feeling grew larger. She moved her index around it in a circular motion, the pleasure grew even more. She started to speed up her movements and her hips began to thrust the air. She then envisioned glacier eyes and him pounding into her, she kept up her speed until she felt something large build up, like she was going to urine. She was moaning now, and her slit was soaking wet, finally, the buildup burst. Her hips bucked and she convulsed feeling the utmost amount of pleasure overwhelm her. Her inner thighs were drenched with her own hot liquid and all she felt was bliss.

Before Asana knew it, the morning had come and Asana knew she had to begin her reasons for being here, gain a name for herself and buy a house because she liked it here. She dressed in her North girl armour, which consisted of a woolen sweater, tight black leather pants, belts, fur and big boots and gauntlets. It was enchanted so that an armour rating was high but the armour was not heavy. After dressing, she went out into the market.

Once she was in the lively market, she felt a glacier eyes combing her curves, her face went red and she slowly turned around.

“Good afternoon lass” the silky Scottish voice filled her ears, suddenly the images she had of him last night were brought up. She felt her womanhood throb at his voice.

“Good afternoon….?” She realized she did not know his name, but yet she was having such erotic thoughts about him.

“Brynjolf, don’t you forget it lass” he smiled at her and then sauntered away from her leaving her with a throbbing womanhood.

After that day in the market, Asana had never been able to find Brynjolf since then, she also bought a house in Riften called Honeyside. It was a small little house, but it was better than having to stay in the inn. Now her thoughts have been purely erotic about him, each night she touches herself thinking about him and what she wants him to do. This night though, was different.

Asana was on her way home from meeting with a few friends at the Bee and Barb for weekly drinking parties when she felt something was off. Asana brushed it off until she arrived at her house, she was in the middle of unlocking her door when she noticed that the lock had been tampered with. She was skilled in lock picking so to her it was easy to spot out. She pulled out her dagger before she opened the door. When she got into her house, again something was off. It was dark and quiet, usually her housecarl keeps a candle lit and the fireplace crackling, now three things were wrong. The fourth thing Asana noticed is that, her housecarl was nowhere to even be seen. Someone was in her house and was waiting in the shadows for her. Suddenly she heard a creak on the floor boards, her head snapped to the direction the sound came from.

“Whoever is in my house, I suggest you reveal yourself before I kill you” she yelled, she heard another creak. It was coming from the bedroom. She hugged the wall and slowly snuck towards the bedroom. Upon entering the room she felt a cold dagger press against her throat, she smelt something familiar.

“Now, now lass hand me the dagger” Brynjolf whispered in her ear and Asana almost melted.

“Why should I? Scared I will kill you?” Asana smirked in the dark with the dagger still at her throat. “Or are you trying to take advantage of me Brynjolf?” Asana whispered. She felt a rough hand move down her arm taking the dagger from her clenched fist, she let him take it. Then she felt something hard press into her ass, he was turned on.

“I am trying to take advantage of you, yes” he purred letting his voice wrap Asana like silk. He pressed himself harder against her ass and Asana felt her womanhood start to tear. Still with the dagger at her throat he went to remove her fur with one hand and let his free hand wash down her curves resting at her belt. He started to fiddle with the buckle, eventually he undid it and pulled it off of her hips.

“Is this the part where I am supposed to scream?” Asana asked in a husky voice, she was enjoying being the victim. Not once did she ever do anything erotic with her late fiancé, they did not even kiss each other. He wanted them to be pure for their wedding after the war. Brynjolf awoken the sinful lust that Asana had buried deep inside of herself. She craved him. She felt Brynjolf slink his free arm around her hips where he began to tug at the top she wore. “Oh you want this off of me do you?” she purred.

“Easy way to solve this problem” he let out a grunt and grabbed Asana’s dagger from where he sheathed it on himself. With her dagger he slashed at her shirt, drawing some of her blood, and then started to tear her shirt apart. Asana felt her shirt’s shreds fall to the floor leaving her torso exposed, then she heard her dagger fall to the floor and felt a rough hand tugging at her right nipple. She bit her lip, drawing blood out and let out a whimper. Brynjolf took this as a sign to fondle her more, he cupped her right breast with his left hand, keeping his right hand clenched on his dagger against her throat.

“Are you going to drop the dagger at my throat?” Asana did not really mind it being there, it added danger to their current predicament, and maybe she was enjoying it. Brynjolf just pressed the side of the dagger harder into Asana’s porcelain skin. The cool metal of the dagger on her skin made her excited, it created goosebumps along her skin. She wanted this man, and she wanted him bad, almost like he read her mind he moved her hair away from her neck and began to suck on her pulse point. She tilted her head to the side and sighed, the heat between her legs only grew. He was kissing her neck now, leaving little bites all along her jugular down to her clavicle, his free hand drifted to the spot between her legs. He began to rub her through her pants, creating an unbearable friction of unsatisfactory circumstances.

Brynjolf turned her around so that she was facing him now, and he slammed her against the wall of her bedroom. The dagger was still pressed against her neck, just now he could see her squirm like a bitch in heat. He crashed his lips against hers, devouring her mouth and ravishing her tongue with his own. His erection was screaming to be released, but he was not done playing with her yet. He moved the dagger at her neck finally, but it did not leave her skin, he traced a line with the tip of the dagger from her neck, between her breasts, down her soft abs, and then reached his destination. Those pants were coming off.

With the tip of the dagger, Brynjolf slashed at her pants until they were in tatters, and he tore the rest of with his rough hands. She was now standing there in her full naked glory just waiting to be broken apart. He only took his shirt off because he wanted to make her beg to be destroyed by him. He pressed himself against her and let one of his hands find her mound, it is weeping, he slips a finger between her labia and begins to move his finger up and down. She lets out a whine each time he barely touches her clit. Once he believes she had enough teasing he begins to rub furiously at her clit, he watches as the display of pleasure on her face increases. Just when she is about to orgasm he removes his hand from her clit, bringing up his hand to his face, he licks some of her juices of his fingers. “You are not allowed to come yet lass” he grins.

Asana gives him a look of plea, she was so close to cumming too! She feels the dagger at her throat again, Brynjolf tells her to get on her knees and she does. She then hears him unbuckle his pants and then all at once she feels his erection pressing at her lips. So he wants to play that way huh? Okay, I will comply.

“Come on lass, suck it” he keeps pressing it against her lips until she opens her mouth, when he feels her mouth open he shoves his thick, long member into her warm mouth. She rolls her tongue around his shaft and he begins to thrust into her mouth. Each thrust, she takes him deeper and deeper into her throat. He can tell because it gets tighter each thrust and it is making him throw his head back. “That’s it lass, take it all” he groans. Then he shoots his eyes down at her, he felt a sharp pain on his shaft. He pulls out and sees blood on his cock, she bit him, and yet it felt oddly delicious. She licks his blood off her lips and gives him a seductive grin, slowly she stands back up and places his hand with the dagger back at her throat.

Asana is pleased with herself, she got her revenge and the night is still young, she notices the glint in his glacier eyes. He must have something planned if he has that look in his eyes. All of sudden the dagger at her neck disappears and she feels his rough hands pulling and grabbing at her breasts. He is squeezing them so hard that he is causing bruises to break her skin, he twirls her nipples in his fingers causing her to moan. She closes her eyes, letting herself enjoy the feel of his hands on her breasts until she notices one hand has left her breast. Then she feels cold metal pressing at her anus.

Brynjolf holds the sheathed dagger in his hand with the hilt pressing against Asana’s anus, he doesn’t even oil it to make it go in smoother, and he just shoves it at her anus. She screams and he begins to thrust the hilt in and out of her anus. With his free hand, he lifts her left leg up and places his cock at her womanhood. He kisses down her neck and then thrust himself into her, no warning. He hears her scream louder, then he sees her vaginal blood covering his cock. She was a maiden! He pounds into her at the same time as he pounds the hilt of his dagger up her ass. She is moaning and screaming his name, he begins to feel her vaginal walls contract, she is going to come and he feels himself close as well. He bangs her against the wall and fucks her harder and harder when he feels his build up. “I’m coming!” she screams. Her convulsions bring about his orgasm and he releases himself inside her, filling her up.

Asana never felt more pleasure then she did now, Brynjolf and her were covered in each other’s juices yet, she was not finished with him yet. He slowly pulls the hilt out of her rectum and drops it to the floor while he finishes releasing everything into her. When he is finished he pulls out and drops her leg, Asana bends down to pick up the dagger which is drenched and warm. “Bend over” is all she says. Brynjolf looks at her wide eyed, she just smiles and says again “BEND OVER” Brynjolf complies and bends over. Asana takes the hilt of the dagger and places it at the entrance to Brynjolf anus. Then she shoves the hilt into his rectums, he lets out a painful groan and she begins to thrust it in and out. She starts off slowly seeing him squirm at the pleasure that he is receiving, he starts to beg for her to increase her pace. She goes even slower using her other hand to yank at his swollen member.

“L…lass p…please I need more” he pants, he has never felt so good in his life then he does right now. She was fucking him with his own dagger and he was enjoying it, she began to increase her pace and he started to moan louder and louder. Then she stopped thrusting it into him.

“Beg for it” she demanded at him

“Fuck me harder please” he moan out, then her pace was wild, Brynjolf grabbed his cock with his hand and began to yank himself off while he was being fucked in the ass. Then he felt his orgasm, he was going to fucking come. She fucked him harder and harder with the hilt and then with a loud groan he spilled his seed everywhere on the ground. She pulled the hilt out and then gets on her knees licking his rectum.

“Men like being fucked too, right Brynjolf” she smiled and bit his ass cheek. “Next time I will bring a friend” Asana sauntered to her bed and laid down, she ushered him over and he crashed next to her.
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