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Heretics and Extremists	By : Inxathekhajiit Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 5671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Note: Mature themes. Consensual)

Chapter 10

Much later that night, Ondolemar was sent back to the cages. He paced slowly back and forth between the bars to keep his mind busy as not to stray to the day’s events. Now that his body’s aches and sores were soothed away, he found the memories much harder to suppress. They were not fogged and even the moments when he’d thought himself unconscious were coming up again as clear as if he were reliving it.
Shame and humiliation burned his ears and face. He did not want to think of it. It caused his chest to ache something awful and made his stomach churn. The tastes and smells and sensations, though far gone, were still vivid impressions.
He found himself gasping lightly; his pacing had turned into running almost without him realizing it.
The elf clutched at the bars and kicked the wall. He smoothed an anxious hand over the soft short hairs atop his head. He’d normally keep the area smooth and hairless, but the white blonde strands were uncontained. His hands pushed up the ragged tunic he’d been giving; fingers slid over the light bumps and rises of his scars.
Ondolemar did not remember a single one of those faces save the elf. She’d been of relation to his father’s mistress; a younger sister. He’d shown the same amount of ‘compassion’ to that elf as his own mother had to her late relative.
The high elf covered his face and listened to his heart throbbing. He certainly did not feel sorry for any of them; If he had the chance, he’d have them all strung up by their insides.
But more than feeling anger, he just felt misery and humiliation and mourned his shattered ego.
When several hours of this internal struggle had passed, he found himself pulling furiously at his nails with his teeth; an old habit that he thought he’d broken when he was a mere child.
The sound of a visitor became a welcoming experience, though he was baffled at the sight of the man as he walked into the dungeons. He would say the familiar Nord was here for someone else, but there was no one else save a bored looking guard.
It was Ralof. “Lost?” Ondolemar quickly chided in a thinly veiled attempt to catch the man’s attention.
Ralof’s brows rose as he walked over. “No, you are just the man I was looking for.” He admitted.
Ondolemar crossed his arms. “What do you want? In case you didn’t notice I am rather busy at the moment…”
Ralof laughed briefly. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor…”
The high elf cast one of his haughty holier-than-thou looks down over the Nord. “And I did not know Nords were capable of charm……”
Ralof rubbed the back of his head and shrugged. “Tis a curse, really.”
Ondolemar looked expectant, so Ralof got right to the point. “I overheard a few things in the bar and thought you may need this……” He pulled out a large bottle of ale from his pack and held it through the bars.
The Altmer grabbed his wrist instead and pulled him hard against the metal. “Overheard what?” He demanded; face going red.
“Easy now!” Ralof consoled and gripped at a bar with his free hand. “I think it-iz rude to repeat…….just a great deal of crude bragging from a rather unpleasant lot…I did not find decimating a man’s pride so savory as they….” He frowned.
Ondolemar let him go and turned a far deeper shade of pink. His lips tightened and he turned away without taking the drink.
Ralof grunted in frustration. “Just take it………..” He held it out again before shifting from foot to foot and finally rolling his eyes. “Please?”
Finally the elf gave in and begrudgingly returned to wrap a hand about the bottle. He glanced up at the Nord before popping it open and taking a very deep, long swig from it; gulping mouthful after mouthful until he could barely breathe. The bitter and tangy taste was a relief as it replaced the imprint of previous tastes.
He at last lowered it and gasped as he wiped away excess ale from his chin. A bit more pacing and drinking and he found himself pleasantly fogged over and unable to concentrate on the troubles he couldn’t stop thinking off just minutes before.
Ralof joined him; pulling up a chair and sitting down to drink casually himself.
“Are you…alright?” The Nord inquired.
Ondolemar squinted across the room and turned the bottle in both hands. His brows knitted briefly. “I have never been more far from ‘alright’…….but-” He tipped the bottle back again; gulping back more of the alcohol and gasping. “I soon will be better…….”
Ralof chuckled briefly. “Better does not last long enough when brought about by spirits…” He frowned again. “You seem to be handling yourself well though-“
The high elf threw the now empty bottle across the cell; shattering it into a million pieces against the stone.
Ralof’s eyes widened lightly and he added: “Well perhaps not-“
Ondolemar coughed and paced in deep unrest; his face pink and words very low and only slightly slurred. The mumbles in between were incoherent. “N-never had I thought I wud be s-slo defaced..can still feel hands upon me…… I never wanted…to...escape this body….no refuge to flee within…nothing sacred.”
Ralof frowned and set down his own drink as he watched the tall elf pace.
“I am sorry for what happened…….truly.”
The high elf turned and bore his teeth at Ralof before stomping over and pointing. “I would have killed you on that road without a second thought had I not been in a hurry.”
The Nord shrugged as though the notion did not bother him. “As would have I in your place….as I still would strike you down if I faced you in battle…..”
Ondolemar grit his teeth irritably. “Then why feel sorry?”
“Because you strike me as a man who has not received an ounce of compassion in all his life……..” Ralof explained with slow emphasis on his words. “Who has never even once been loved simply for the sake of it….without condition.”
The Altmer stared at him coldly for a long moment. After a brief moment, his brows turned up and his eyes clenched shut in misery and he walked back into the shadows of the cell. “I have never desired compassion, Nord…….I earned the terror and respect of many individuals....and that was all I really needed.”
“I hope those memories will keep you warm in this cell…” Ralof stated simply with a deep frown. He was well aware that they would not.
Ondolemar pulled a hand to his face and sunk against the wall.
The Nord reached out and unlocked the cell before pulling the door back and making his way in. The guard on the other side of the room kept a wary eye, but allowed it. Reaching up, Ralof pressed a hand firmly on the man’s shoulder; which made him twitch violently in shock.
“Leave me b-be…” The high elf’s voice cracked. A sharp intake of breath betrayed a sob.
“Allow me to help….” Ralof said gently as he pulled the Altmer from the wall.
With a snarl, Ondolemar flipped about and grabbed Ralof by the front of his tunic before turning and shoving him hard up against the wall. He clenched his teeth at the man and blinked away at stinging tears in his eyes.
Ralof cringed, but made a small motion as he noticed the guard running forward with his sword out. “No no! It’s fine!” He wriggled in the high elf’s hold; brows upturned. “It is not some terrible crime to shed tears……” The Nord held his arms out and expressed a pleading look.
Ondolemar’s broad shoulders shook and his lips trembled until he bit them. He slowly lowered the Nord and clenched his eyes shut.
The Altmer then held himself in the most awkward of stiffened poses as he felt the man’s warm arms wrapping about his shoulders and pulling him down against himself. He was much taller so he almost had to double over before finally just sinking to his knees.
Ralof used this opportunity to sink down himself and pull Ondolemar as tightly to himself as possible.
The high elf growled and grumbled under his breath, but felt as if he could not pull out of this grasp if he wanted to. He was warm and smelled of the fresh outdoor air and smoked horker meat. Reaching up he grabbed hard at the Nord’s clothes and dug in until his knuckles hurt as he tried to mask uncontrollable sobs. Thankfully his face was pushed hard into the man’s collarbone, so all of the tears dried up in the cloth.
He’d not cried since he was a tiny child, and then the action had earned him several hard slaps on the knuckles with a strip of wood. Every time after, if he felt like crying he remembered the sharp pain and staved off the desire.
That wretched drink had loosened his senses enough to make it unstoppable and he sobbed himself –angrily- into exhaustion.
Ralof held on diligently as if this were some sort of mission and brushed his gentle hand over the man’s head like a doting parent would a child’s.
Even when he was done he had no desire to move and the Nord didn’t seem as if he were going to make him. Finally the guard came over and put a hand on the door. “Ralof. I’m switching shifts….I’ll be closing up this cell good until the other guy can come down…you’ll be wanting to get out…”
Ralof turned pink and glanced down at the high elf clutched tightly against his chest in some sort of death grip. “Just lock er up and I’ll get the other guard to let me out a lil later…..” He made a face as the man looked at him as if he were crazy.
“I’ll never understand you..” The guard mumbled as he locked up the cell and strolled up the stairs.
Ralof frowned lightly and sunk back more comfortably against the wall. He was pretty sure Ondolemar was asleep….until the elf suddenly shot up and clasped a hand over his mouth.
“The key, Nord.” Ondolemar hissed lowly at him. His eyes were still a bit red from sobbing, but there was ferocity there that was not to be messed with.
The Nord looked surprised at first and then just glared unimpressed daggers at the man and held his arms out with a shrug.
The high elf grimaced and pushed up a bit. He released the man’s mouth so he could use his other hand to begin roughly frisking the Nord in search of the key or possibly a weapon. Ralof sighed and rolled his eyes as the man pulled out everything he found; a roll, a few potions, some coin, an amulet of Talos.
“Where is it?” He snapped threateningly as he stood up quickly and pulled the man’s tunic; dragging him up with him.
Ralof grunted. “You won’t soon be finding anything of use..” He notified the elf.
Snarling, Ondolemar turned him about and shoved him face first into the bars and pinned him hard with one hand. “I will not be easy on you, Nord…no matter how kind you have been.”
He fished through the man’s pants pockets and threw out more coin, a pair of rings and a few letters which he crumpled up. Still no weapons! Dragging his hand up under Ralof’s tunic, he felt a strap under his clothes and growled before roughly pulling the tunic and undershirt off.
The elf grimaced in panic as the Nord reached for something upon the strap; forcing him to grab the man’s hair and slam his head into the bars.
“GAhg” Dazed, he wavered as he was flipped about. Ondolemar felt victorious as he noted a dagger strapped to the man’s chest. He grabbed the hilt and flipped it out of its holster before pressing the blade to the Nord’s throat.
“Key. Now. Or I spill every drop.”
Grunting, Ralof pressed back against the bars. “Pants….” He grimaced and gripped at the bars.
“Good boy..” Ondolemar hissed as he pulled hard at the strings holding the man’s trousers up before forcing them to drop about his ankles.
More straps and empty weapon holsters decorated his legs. He fished down in the holsters but found no key hidden here. Becoming rapidly anxious, he pushed the knife in more meaningfully and snapped his menacing features close to Ralof’s. “Where is it!? You have five seconds to tell me or-“
Ralof made a little motion with his eyes and head; nudging in one direction.
The elf followed the direction and noted something on the floor outside of the cell, glistening in the light of the lantern. The key; the one the man had used to get in here was sitting far out of reach.
“Damn it!” The elf snarled and pulled back to let the man drop. He paced away and thought rapidly.
“Get dressed…” He motioned with the knife. “When the guard comes back you will ask for the key….”
Ralof rubbed at a little knick upon his throat and looked up at the man. “So you may charge him and kill him where he stands? I don’t think so…….”
Ondolemar bared his teeth anxiously and took in a few sharp breaths before walking over. “Fine………I swear I will not kill him. I merely want out of this place….”
Ralof leaned back and messed with the strap about his chest. “You would be killed before you even made it to the palace upstairs……..put the blade down…..” He pulled himself to his feet and walked forward.
Immediately he was shoved back against the bars again with the blade tip pressed to his chest this time.
“You may think I will feel less inclined to kill you because you have seen such weakness from me..but it is exactly the opposite, Nord. Your kindness will cost you” Ondolemar leered down at the man meaningfully.
The Stormcloak looked up with a frown. “Then go on…….”
The high elf pulled the blade back as if he were going to drive it in whilst pushing his face forward threateningly as if trying to will terror from the Nord with his murderous expression. This intimidation would always work long ago, but no matter how close he pulled himself in, the Nord did not give a twinge of fear.
Finally, he slowly lowered the blade and clenched his eyes shut before turning the handle towards Ralof and resigning to handing it over.
The Nord took the advantage of the man’s close proximity to pull forward and lock lips with him.
Shocked and appalled, the elf grabbed the Nord’s shoulders and shoved him to the bars with a searching glare. Ralof’s expression dripped with submission even when he held the blade. His pupils were dilated and his mouth slightly agape.
Grimacing deep, Ondolemar pushed forward and kissed him back; hard and long. He turned his head into the motion and bit at the man’s mouth like a starving wolf; a predator like he really was. It drew a sharp gasp from the Nord which persuaded the elf to grab hard at the man’s side and twist his long fingers through golden brown locks of hair.
Ralof dropped the blade with a clatter and closed his eyes as Ondolemar’s body consumed every inch of his own; angry, vicious hands groped and pulled at him and mercilessly teeth parted his lips.
The Nord at last felt confidence enough to grasp hard at the high elf’s hips and unbuckle the ragged pants. Feeling a massive twinge of self-conscious shame, the elf pushed his hands upon the Nord’s shoulders and shoved him roughly to his knees.
“Will you-?” He hissed.
Ralof was breathless. He wiped a drop of blood from his pleasantly sore lips and nodded vigorously. “Y-yes..”
Reaching up, he pried back cloth until he could pull himself forward and wrap his mouth about the elf’s partially stiffened length. His hand gently angled and his lips and his wet tongue carefully trekked warm paths over the elf’s foreskin; from base to tip before burying the whole shaft in his mouth.
Ondolemar grabbed the bars and gasped raggedly in shock and lust. “Marvelous……” He groaned and closed his eyes as flaccid muscle tightened and swelled. Ralof took to running the top of his tongue repeatedly over the head of his member; at which point he grabbed the man’s hair and drug his fingers through.
“Ralof, righ-right?” A moan forced its way up as Ralof took him all in a forward and back motion. The man’s hands on his hips squeezed and anchored so he could jerk forward and back; forcing the elf’s member eagerly into his throat and across his tongue and pursed lips.
Practically drooling, the high elf enjoyed each pleasurable pulse and then stowed away the building ecstasy.
“Stop-“ He hissed in a panicked order, which Ralof obliged to. The Nord stumbled to his feet as Ondolemar grabbed the strap about his front and forced him up.
He choked lightly on pre-cum and wiped his reddened lips before being pushed about. The elf impatiently pulled at the Nord’s loincloth. Ralof assisted him by pulling it off breathlessly. “I-it is Ralof..” He gasped as long fingers gripped his hips.
“Good…I assume you know mine-” The elf grumbled and angled his saliva soaked manhood between the Nord’s buttocks before forcing himself slowly in.
Ralof groaned and grimaced in slight pain whilst trying to keep still. “Y-y..eah….Oh-..Ondole..mar……..”
The Altmer’s long arms pulled entirely about the Nord. He hooked one hand to his other wrist and closed the gap forcefully between then; causing the man to cry out once more. Frowning at the sound, he reached down and closed his soft fingers and palm about the Nord’s member; pumping carefully away and making him sink back against him with soft gasps and groans.
The elf’s brows knit as he slowly thrust in and out; angling his cat-like body and pulling the Nord’s forcefully up to deliver each motion.
Finally he hissed a ‘down’ command, which brought Ralof gratefully to his knees and hands. Ondolemar sunk with him and continued fucking without pause; sinking his front over Ralof’s back and wrapping one arm about the Nord.
His mouth found Ralof’s neck through all of his shaggy hair and a pleased smirk flashed briefly upon his lips as each groan and pleasured plea fell upon his long pointed ears.
He did not forget the Nord’s pleasure in his own and squeezed his free hand firmly upon his shaft.
Ondolemar fell victim to a wave of euphoria as he spilled himself deep in the Nord; the release just egged helplessly on by a few sharp cries from the man beneath him.
Ralof sunk forward; the side of his face pressing to the cold stone beneath him as the elf remained entirely submerged. He was so close himself, so desperately close and Ondolemar’s fingers could surely feel the anxious throbbing of his cock.
The elf gave a few breathless ‘hah’ noises and grinned as his delicate fingers denied the Nord orgasm.
“You want it?” He hissed; feeling power..such pleasurable power sweep over him.
He flipped the Nord over on his back and stared down his reddened face. Ralof cried out as the flipping motion did not involve removing that long member from deep inside him. It rubbed and curved into his prostate gland; making his cock throb even harder.
“Y-yes.” He pleaded hopelessly.
Ondolemar grabbed the man’s sides and squeezed him until Ralof cried out in intense desire again.
After taking in the all too delightful sight for a moment, the elf grasped Ralof’s shaft and squeezed firmly with every digit. “AGHhnnnnng!” The delayed orgasm was powerful enough to make his head spin and body twist.
Once the Nord had stopped twitching, Ondolemar pulled out of him and imagined what he would keep doing had he not been entirely flaccid.
“I needed that……” He gasped and stood up to fix his trousers back together. “So very much………..”
Ralof laid there on the ground a moment longer. Ondolemar gave him a considering look. “You are a fool…playing this game. What would you have done had I not changed my mind?”
The Nord pulled himself into a sitting position. “I tend to push my luck, but somehow I knew you would be more of a fool than I if you killed me with no guarantee of escape.”
Ondolemar leered lightly at the man. “You should probably go..” He informed lightly.
Ralof glanced about and laughed nervously. “Well, it would seem that guard did not come back..or if he did, he..erm..left again.” Grimacing, he began gathering his discarded things and getting dressed.
The high elf lowered into a sitting position against one of the corners of the cell and watched him silently.
Ralof finished dressing and securing his items about himself as quickly as possible, but then felt an awkward silence waft over them as he found nothing more to do but wait. He rubbed the side of his face awkwardly a moment before smirking and going to join Ondolemar. The Nord did not ask permission and just sat down close to the high elf.
The Altmer sighed in annoyance and relaxed.
Before too many hours, Ondolemar found himself dozing. Ralof had fallen into a light nap himself and was leaning upon the elf. He was warm, so despite the bitter irritation stirring in him, he did not wake the Nord. The elf watched him silently for a great deal of time before resigning to his company and reaching out to put his long hand upon the man’s rougher digits.
“Making friends, elf?”
The low, familiar voice made him jerk in that direction, which startled Ralof back awake. Sure enough, Ulfric leaned upon the bars with his forearm.
“My Jarl-“ Ralof hurriedly pushed himself up and glanced around with chagrin. “I was having a word with the prisoner when the door swung shut behind me….Hahh……wouldn’t you know I dropped the key over there……..”
Ulfric turned and casually retrieved it with a light smirk. “You should be more careful Ralof. It is not like the elf to behave….”
He opened the door and locked arms fondly with the Stormcloak as he let him through and closed it. “Always good to see you…..”
Ralof nodded firmly. “Same, my lord….” He glanced back to Ondolemar, who was staring forward with a deep grimace; refusing to look in his direction.
“I……” He looked as though he would say something, but Ulfric’s presence discouraged him. “I will be in the city for awhile if you need me, my lord.” Ralof made his way out.
The Jarl saw him off and returned with a light scowl and a small accusing look.
“What did you do to him?” He questioned.
Ondolemar leered hard up at the man. “The same thing your lackeys did to me…..”
“Hmp……..which is why he carried himself like a spring-stricken teenager, right?” He replied sarcastically.
“It is not my fault the twisted lunatic enjoyed it. Having things jammed into their orifices seems to be something your people are quite accustomed to- ” His condescending tone made an actual scowl rise upon Ulfric’s features.
“I will speak with Ralof personally about his foolhardy actions, but you should not spit such slander about the only man within this country who speaks well of you…”
Ondolemar’s sharp eyes bore into the Nord. “He has a fetish for domination; which finally reveals to me why he puts up with you. That condescending aura around you gets him off-“
“ENOUGH!” Ulfric’s voice seemed to radiate with dragon undertones.
“Is this why you have not a soul who would care for you? You must always seek out ulterior motives to their actions?” He grimaced hard at the elf, who looked hurriedly away as the Nord kept growling at him. “Keep pointing the finger in every direction except at yourself..I will have my work cut out for me now that Ralof has single-handedly undone all I have tried to succeed at.”
Ulfric was irritated; once again it proved more fruitful to attack his people than to direct insults at him.
Ondolemar had only one idea about Ulfric’s words. He sought to break him. The elf was sure of it, and now had strong resolve not to allow it to happen.
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