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The Descent	By : Dovahcunt Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 19591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim or any Elder Scrolls, which are property of Bethesda. I make no money off this story.

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This chapter contains standard sex.
Chapter 3, Cleansing
Varen tried to avert his eyes from Mona's form. She was nude, with sweat-streaked blood smears on her body where the deer she hunted this morning bled through her armor. She smelled of sex and death, and it was unlike any state he'd found her in even in her pursuit of Alduin. He followed her around the side of the house as she tried to avoid the view of the master bedroom's windows, and walked towards the lake once she'd slipped past it. The lake was in sight when she finally spoke. She'd been trying to get words out as she walked, but the collar kept her from saying outright what she wanted to say: she was enslaved, working against her will, and needed his help.
"I'm to go to Winterhold." she said, looking over her shoulder at Varen. She stopped as they reached the lake shore, and turned to face him unashamed of her nudity. "I will be at the college."
Varen tried to look at her face but found his eyes naturally darting to her blood and sweat streaked breasts, her exposed nethers, and kept pushing his sight away to the ground. "Are... is there a reason you're..." what? A mess? Nude? Unable to find a way to end the question, he guestured to her figure.
The power of the slave collar prevented her from attempting to cover herself in front of a man, and she sighed wondering what words she could manage to work around the magic.
"I'm... a..." she almost said slut, dirty dove, whore, something submissive, but caught her tongue. She needed him to understand what was going on. She needed him to find help. "I'm...entertaining a guest... you're not to interrupt us. You could go to... Riften perhaps?" she said, attempting to hold a firm gaze.
"Do you need something in particular in Riften? Do I need to get... anything??" Varen asked, confused.
She raised a hand to her slave collar, but it prevented her from speaking of it. She rested her hand on it purposefully, willing him to understand. "Varen... this. Brynjolf. Tell him I am going to the College in Winterhold. Please."
Varen nodded, not fully realizing what was happening to her but hearing the need in her voice. "Ok, I'll go to Riften and see Brynjolf and tell him where you'll be. I assume you want him to go there?"
She smiled, relieved he understood. She needed someone to watch out for her that was good at not being seen. The Nightingales were her best bet. The Dark Brotherhood would work as well, but she didn't want anyone to decide to take her out rather than save her. Brynjolf and Karliah were safer bets. Mona sighed, and turned towards the water. A few steps and she was in the water, and she stepped over the drop into deeper water. She dunked her head under water and rubbed at her scalp before rising to breathe, tilting her head back to keep the hair off her face. Looking back to shore, she saw Varen was still standing there, staring at her transfixed. The young Nord seemed confused about what to do next, but her collar didn't permit her to dismiss others. Her nostrils flared as she eyed the bulge in his britches. The tent was obvious even from the water. A spark of electricty zipped down her spine and she remembered the longing in her loins from her earlier sexing and the full orgasm she had been denied. She met Varen's green eyes and swam back toward the shore. Mona stood up onto the shallow ridge of the lake with water dropping down her body fading the bloody stains, and began to rub the water around her breasts. SHe stooped down and scooped as much water as she could into her hands, then rose and let it trickle downward over her breasts slowly. The cold water made her nipples stand firm like small strawberries.
He was young, but a grown man, and Varen swallowed watching her intently. He'd never seen her behave like this before, she was always so chaste and kind, and seeing her behaving so lewd held him captivated. She was more glorious than he had imagined she would be, and he certainly had given it a lot of thought in the past. However, he never would have anticpated this brazen spectacle. He watched her intently as she massaged her breasts, then slid her hands down her torso to her nethers. She kept holding his gaze as she began to slip two fingers inside herself, straddling her clit with them and sliding them slowing in and out. She crooked the index finger of her other hand, summoning him forward.
He wasn't that experienced, but he wasn't stupid. Varen yanked down his pants and discarded them as quickly as he could without falling over and abandoned his shirt on the walk into the water. In moments he stood in front of her, her blue eyes holding him transfixed.

"Help me." she said, reaching down with her free hand and starting to massage his already rigoursly erect cock. He groaned, staring down at her face and then her breasts. He reached a hand around her neck and pulled her close for a kiss, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth and gripped his cock a bit harder. He took her words as meaning to help her get off, and ran his other hand down her back and around her hip to join her masturbating fingers.He moved past her fingers and slipped his index into her pussy, amazed at its heat and moisture. She moved her hand away and placed it on his hip, pulling away from his mouth with a moan. She pushed her mound into his palm, and leaned into his ear sighing "Help... you'll have... to help..."
"I'm trying," he said, not sure what she wanted him to do next. He nuzzled his face against her neck and hair in return, breathing her in. He'd never dreamt he'd be doing this with the likes of her. He kissed her neck gently and moved his hip forward wanting to enter her. She backed toward the shore, leading him by the erection, and he picked her up and laid her on a flatter boulder by the water. He moved his lips back to her mouth and kissed her as he moved over her and downward pushing into her willing pussy. She groaned, and one of her hands wandered down to her clitoris to stimulate herself as he began to move slowly but firmly. Varen found his rythm and pushed in repeatedly, and he could feel his cock growing even bigger within her. He bent his head and lightly took one nipple between his teeth, then suckled it a moment. Talos, he thought, they really are as big as my face! Mona sat up slighty, making repeated light moans, and reached to grip his ass in her hands. She pulled him hard into her, thrusting forward wantonly. Her pussy lips were full and swollen with blood, and she wanted him to go in as deeply as possible. She pulled herself upright slightly, trying to angle him for her g spot. A few experimental thrusts later, he found his mark and she exclaimed sharply. He looked at her concerned but she just looked up and kissed him while she pulled his hips back against hers.
Varen put one hand on the small of her back, and used his other hand to brance himself on the boulder. He started pumping harder and tried to match the angle she had set up for them. Mona released his buttocks and leaned back on her elbows while she wrapped her legs around his waist. She thrusted upward in fluid motions, abdominals rippling in effort, and making louder Ah's as he hit her g spot. She thrust up hard suddenly, bucking wildly against him as an orgasm washed over her body. Her walls clenched, seizing his cock tightly, and Varen lost his control with a strangled "Mo-na!" and released his seed within her. She kept bucking, thrown in her ecstasy, tightening again and again on Varen's cock. He groaned loudly and buried his face in her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head, stroking the short cropped reddish brown hair. Her cunt throbbed in its release, and clung to his cock for a bit more before he began to soften.

"Varen," Mona said quietly, "You have to go to Riften..."
Varen raised his head, looking her in the eyes. She held no shame or regret in her face, though she felt conflicted beneath the slave collar's influence. "Tell Brynolf. About this." she said, touching her collar. "This!"
Varen nodded, and slid out of her. He reached to touch her wet hair that lay splayed over her neck and breasts, but she put out a hand to catch his. "Riften," she repeated more urgently. He gave her a concerned look, and reluctantly stepped back.

"Right... I'll just go find Brynjolf. Though I'm not sure I should tell him all of what we just did."
Mona shook her head in agreement, and he looked at her like he was making up his mind about something. Then he nodded and went to the shore. Moments later, he was dressed and walking away toward the stables to get a horse. Mona sighed and slipped back into the water, sliding her hand between her legs to cleanse herself. She'd nearly had a relationship with Brynjolf in the past, but had put her duties as the Dragonborn first. She hoped Varen could keep his mouth shut. Under normal circumstances she'd never consider Varen as a partner, but with the collar... she didn't have any abilty to be choosy.
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