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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once inside her house, she began to strip, feeling her breasts, squeezing her nipples slightly. Those hadn’t seen any attention in awhile, so she carefully increased the pressure until it was almost too much for her. Her armor was half off by the time she reached her bedroom, where the rest was neatly piled at the foot of her bed.
            She lay down on the soft, fluffy comforter, letting her hands wander over her body. They eventually found their way to her most erogenous zone, where they played with her lips, feeling the moisture that was dripping out . She moaned, a sound that had most men instantly hard. Gathering the wetness that was flowing freely out of her slit, she ran her fingers over her clitoris, lubing it with her own fluids. She slid her fingers around it, building up a frantic pace before drawing back, wanting to make the pleasure last. The dunmer brought her fingers to her lips, tasting her own juices and moaning.
            She was so close to her climax and enjoying the ecstasy that she was experiencing, that she did not hear the sound of her locks being picked, or the footsteps coming up her stairs. She finally noticed when she heard the footfalls outside the door to her room, and saw the shadow being cast on the far wall. Who would dare try to steal from the Master Thief? She thought fiercely, unsheathing a dagger she kept on the nightstand in case of emergency. Her trusty sword was across the room, leaning against the wall. She would have to cross in front of the thief’s vision to retrieve it. Better to have the element of surprise, but she was sure the person outside her opened door must have heard her moaning. I suppose I’ve been getting careless, but I won’t be so lax in the future, she thought idly, waiting for the man or woman to finally reveal him or herself. When he finally did creep in, fully in the sneaking position taught by most burglars to the younger thieves, he gasped in shock, awed by the picture he saw before him.
There she was, the Master Thief, crouched with an enchanted dagger in hand, completely nude and waiting to bring him to his end. He could only sit there for a moment, horrified that he had come into the wrong house. He knew that the guild leader had many residences, but he had the terrible luck of picking the one house in Chorrol that was off limits.
            “Guild Master Gwen,” the thief said, kneeling before her, unable to think of anything but groveling at the moment.
            “Doren Arvelos?” the woman gaped at the dunmer male that knelt, petrified, before her. He was dressed in leather armor, with a bow strapped to his back and silver arrows filling his quiver. “I thought I told all thieves to refrain from duty,” she said, standing and cursing, throwing on a small green dress as an afterthought. Being naked in front of the man was not a problem for her, it was his disobedience, and the fact that he was in her house of all places that had her irritated, not to mention the interruption of her orgasm. “Don’t you have your map? My house is clearly labeled, as long as you’ve been updating your information like you were trained,” she glared at the man, who cowered under her stare.
            “Please Master Thief, forgive me. I lost my map in the last heavy rainfall. I was camping in the wilderness, and it got soaked.” He knew it was a terrible excuse, but he had not seen the hole in his bags until morning, when it was too late.
            “You need to take better care of your gear, Doren,” Gwen said, upset that one of her men had been so errant with his belongings. “And what about laying low? I know Armand sent the message to every city, because I personally saw to it that he was made aware.” Gwen fought to gain control of her temper, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to keep on ranting angrily towards the already fearful man. “I’m sure we can easily replace your map, but please tell me, why did you disobey orders?” she said in a gentle tone, which eased the man’s worries considerably.
            “Well, Master Thief, I heard the command to ‘lay low’ as you said, but I thought that meant sticking to the basements only, and the richer estates, like this one,” he grinned sheepishly, seeing all of her expensive belongings. It was no secret that the Champion and Master Thief of Cyrodiil was wealthy, but most of her money was kept on her at all times, or in her many houses across the country in the form of gifts from past missions and quests.
            “Doren, you must not make assumptions about my orders. And going after wealthy estates was clearly the opposite of what I had in mind. You could have asked a fellow member for aid, or at least for directions to an estate where the occupants are so stuffed up with their heads in the clouds that they won’t miss a few basement trinkets. I know you have been a valued, longtime member of the guild, but you must not let yourself and your skills degrade so much that you’re breaking into the wrong house,” she said, motioning for him to stand.
            “I am deeply sorry, guild master. Please forgive me. I will go back to training, like I did in the earlier days,” he said, although he had only been a member for a few years. “I will also get my equipment upgraded, once we can go back on the job.” He looked down at his worn out gear, the leather rough and patched in many places.
            “Good. I’m glad you are aware of your errors. Many of the younger members need to sharpen their skills, and learn to be a little less cocky,” Gwen said, sitting on the end of her bed. “When I’m done with my business here, I’ll return to the city and give a few classes for the beginners. We all need to keep ourselves active and practice our ‘talents,’” she smiled at the dunmer.
            “Excuse me Master Thief, but I believe I was interrupting you, at least, I think that’s what I heard when I came in,” he began, backing towards the door.
“Yes, Mr. Arvelos, you did intrude upon my ‘private time, as I like to call it, but I think you can be of help, now that you’re here,” she replied, removing the dress she had donned only minutes before in a flash. Doren’s eyes popped, for many knew of the guild master’s “appetite,” but she usually kept herself in check.
            “Master Thief, are you sure? Me, of all people?” the dunmer stammered, continuing to back away. It wasn’t that he didn’t find her attractive, or that he hadn’t fantasized about this very event, but he wasn’t sure if it was proper for a lowly thief such as himself to couple with the master of his craft. When she just stood there, her eyes beckoning to him, licking her lips, he nodded, seeing her complete and utter need, and began stripping for her.
            “Oh, who knew such a sexy body lay beneath that tough old armor,” she purred into his ear as she led him to the bed. The dunmer woman fell back onto the mattress, bringing the lusty male with her, kissing him passionately. “I need you inside me now,” she whimpered under him. In seconds he was thrusting into her, his hard cock pumping in and out of her heat. She responded lustily, growling and moaning her immense pleasure.
            “Yeah, you like it like that, oh fuck, Gwen, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” the man over her ground out between his teeth, grunting his pleasure.
            “Oh, are you now? I think we need to change things up a bit then,” she teased, taking over and rolling so that he was on his back, and she controlled the tempo while riding him. “You like this? Your Master being in control?” she smiled darkly at him, but he was enjoying the experience too much to notice.
            “Fuck yes, Master!” he shouted his pleasure, feeling her taking all of him inside and keeping him on the brink of his orgasm.
            “You were a bad little thief, weren’t you? I think you need to learn a lesson, in control,” she purred devilishly.
            “Oh yes, teach me, teach me how to behave,” he groaned, feeling himself slide out of her, but her pussy was soon replaced by her mouth, licking her juices off of him, letting her tongue dance along the head of his cock. “Please, please more,” he begged, wanting her to end the excruciating build up.
            “Tsk-tsk,” Gwen murmured when she felt him try to buck for more sensation. “Maybe I have to be a bit more strict. You do wish to obey your Master, don’t you? I forgive you for your earlier infractions, but I do believe you are still in need of a little….discipline,” she said, rising from the bed to look into his eyes.
            “D-discipline?” Doren asked, shocked, but then realized exactly what she meant, seeing the rope she pulled out of one of her drawers. “Yes, Master, please discipline your wayward guild member,” he said, kneeling on the floor in front of her.
            “Good boy,” she said, tying his hands behind his back and helping him on to the bed, face down. She sat next to him, her hands gliding over his tight ass, down his legs, then up to his hair, where her hand rested for a moment, caressing the combed locks before grabbing a handful. “You’re going to be punished now, and you’re going to enjoy it, understood, dunmer?” she stated, holding his head so that he had to look into her eyes.
            “Yes Master!” he groaned as her hand came down hard on his ass. The first strike made him jump slightly, giving Gwen a strange sense of satisfaction.
            “Count!” she ordered, and heard him stutter the word, “one.” Her hand spanked him relentlessly, until his cheeks were burning, but he was still incredibly turned on by being dominated by the guild leader.
            “Please Master, no more!” he began sobbing into her sheets.

“What’s that? The little thief thinks he’s had enough? Poor, poor boy,” she said, patting his hair. She could almost sense his immense erection that was being restrained by laying on his stomach, so she stood him up to check the red of his cheeks and see just how hard he was for her. “Well now,” she uttered, examining the work on his backside. She ran her hands over his ass, feeling a slight sense of accomplishment when he shivered at her touch, from the pain and the contact with her. “How badly do you need to cum, thief?” She raised her eyebrow, listening for his response.
            “Very, very badly, Master,” he whimpered, feeling the need build in him even though she was only looking him over.
            “Hmm, we’ll see. And no bucking this time,” was all she said before kneeling in front of the dunmer, with his hands bound behind his back, and took his entire length into her mouth and down her throat, nearly undoing him. She kept this up for a few minutes, caressing his member with lips and tongue, the muscles of her esophagus sending him to a new plane of pleasure. After a few minutes of this treatment, she stood and smiled her approval of him. “Well, it’s seems like you do have a bit of control,” she said while she untied his hands. “Now, fuck me thief!” she shouted.
            His need was at such a height that he did exactly as the girl hoped, picking her up, bringing her down onto the bed, and entering her in one swift motion. “Yes, I do have some control indeed,” he growled in her ear, and she screamed in ecstasy as her first wave of pleasure washed over her.
            “Fuck yes!” she yelled over and over again, so loud that she was sure the neighboring residents could hear.
            “Yeah, you want it harder, don’t you?” he moaned, thrusting faster as he approached his own climax.
            “Yes, harder, fuck, more!” She could hear herself saying these things, but her own voice was almost an afterthought as she reached another height of joy.
            “Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” Doren moaned, holding onto her tightly as he spurted deep inside of her. He shook when she experienced the aftershocks of her pulsing vaginal walls, finally slipping out when both of them felt they could no longer move. “Th-thank you, Master Thief, for such a wonderful experience. It was, just great,” he said, smiling and pulling her close to him. His voice was so sincere, it almost brought tears to her eyes.
            “Thank you, Doren, for letting me release my pent up energy. You were amazing. And let me know if you need anymore ‘discipline,’ it was more fun than I thought it would be,” she replied with a wink and a grin, which he returned with a smile.
            Doren spent the night at her house, where the two cleaned up and slept soundly after such an intense round of intercourse. She told him why the Thieves Guild needed to maintain a low profile during the next few weeks, and he listened attentively to her story, even though both of them had a hard time keeping their eyes open when she was finished.
            “I understand completely, Gwen. The guards will be on the lookout for the two thieves, even if Seval makes up a story to let them know everything has been taken care of. I’ll head back to the Imperial City tomorrow and set up a refresher class with Armand. At least it will give us something to do while we take a break,” he said, holding her close to him. She had been one of the most amazing bed partners he’d ever had, and he was reluctant to leave in the morning. Both of them knew, however, how in demand the Champion of Cyrodiil was, and they could always go for another round when she returned from her trip. Doren left in the morning with a short good bye, and then Gwen was off to the Fighters Guild, hoping to find it well maintained, with well trained members, in her absence.
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