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Killer's Credo (What-If?)

The Forsworn Retribution
Part XI - "Bonus Scenes & What-ifs"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: October 5, 2016

(This chapter is not a part of The Forsworn Retribution’s storyline. This is purely an extra scene written for fun, allowing me to write a potentially implausible scenario or situation without having to worry too much about properly fitting it into an overall plot. The What-if scenario of this chapter is: “What if Gabriella did not, in fact, perish during the Penitus Oculatus attack on the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, and had only faked her death in order to escape that life?” This chapter is the result:D. This chapter contains exclusively male/female, some anal, and some romance - or, as romantic as Max and Gabby can be with each other. :D If that sounds like fun to you, please enjoy! Hey, also, interested in seeing an awesome pin-up of Gabriella? Check my author's note at the end for a link to a great pic by Bolondteri!)

She had known it was coming. She had seen it in her dreams, felt it in her bones: her time was drawing near. When Gabriella looked around at the faces in the sanctuary, she couldn’t help but get that uneasy queasiness, that unsettled sensation in her gut that not all was right. Once or twice, she had attempted to speak on it with those in the family she was closest too, but none of them were perturbed by it. It was in their nature as assassins, they would say. She was only being paranoid, they would say. They had been guaranteed to the Dread Father, Sithis, the instant they had been welcomed into a murderer’s flock. Death was always a certainty, and just like the targets of their jobs, well...No man knoweth the day nor the hour, not even the deliverers of death, themselves.
It never felt that simple to Gabriella, not with their work building up to the Emperor, himself. With a little help from Babette, Gabriella concocted a failsafe under the pretense of needing it for a job - a paralytic toxin that could induce the appearance of death in any who drank it, but would only last a few minutes before strength had returned to the muscles. She kept that tiny vial with her for the next few days and nights, never letting it stray from her sights. It wasn’t much, but it would do. That feeling of impending dread escalated further and further, even as the newest member of the family blitzed through job after job. To make matters worse, that unstable clown, Cicero, had come to the sanctuary with the body of the Night Mother, herself, in tow. The tension between him and Astrid was utterly palpable.
It was clear for Gabriella to see why, and it was equally clear that one form of in-fighting or another would soon break out, if things kept simmering. As far as Astrid had always been concerned, that her family was the last chapter of the Dark Brotherhood in existence meant that the old ways had failed, that the Five Tenets were pointless, and that worship of Sithis was hollow. As far as she was concerned, survival had meant change, that the chapter must become her family, not the Night Mother’s, in order to have a concrete face and name to rally behind. For Cicero, clearly still true to the old ways, this was open blasphemy.
Neither the Dread Father, nor the Unholy Matron, would ever accept or allow this deviation from the path, which would seem to be precisely why a Listener had never been chosen from the family’s current ranks. Cicero knew this, and chose to stay true to his ways as Keeper - Astrid, for her part, clearly did not like this challenge to her authority, nor did her lycanthrope husband. When he and Cicero broke out into a fight one day, Gabriella knew that time was truly running short. Internally, she refused to pick a side, but if asked, she would speak whatever answer she thought might keep her head on her shoulders. It was impossible to tell where anyone’s true loyalties lay. After all, the Night Mother was among them, now. She had always been in spirit, but now, it was physically. Astrid’s methods would not stand for much longer, and fate, it seemed, was already toiling against them.
When it started, it was late in the night. The newest member of the family had gone to masquerade as The Gourmet and finally assassinate the Emperor, and Cicero, that damned jester, was seemingly a thing of the past. Things were quiet in the sanctuary, but when word came through that figures were advancing on the hideout, Festus volunteered to go out and deal with them, himself. Just a couple of no-good adventurers, he reckoned, and a couple quick fireballs would either scare them off, or burn them to cinders. He never returned. Barely a minute after he had departed, the sanctuary door was somehow pried open, and the hurried stomps of a mob came pouring into the only remaining bastion for the infamous assassin’s guild.
Fires spread in short order. Shouts of alarm echoed through the halls, as did the crashing of metal against metal. Gabriella grabbed her daggers and prepared to fight to the death, but when she saw the sheer number of them pouring towards her, she faltered. Penitus Oculatus agents, the new protectors of the Emperor, clad in that black Imperial leather, had stormed the sanctuary by the dozens. They had only one purpose: wipe them all out, no matter the cost. It made perfect sense, to Gabriella. Their commander’s son had been assassinated as part of the schemes to reach the Emperor, and the man had obviously sworn bloody vengeance. There could be a legion waiting outside, for all she knew.
In that moment, with her blood running cold even as the flames spread, she knew that this was the instance she had envisioned, and fear of her own mortality was dwarfed by another terror: the horror that she might never see a certain man ever again, that he might never even know what had become of her, that she might just disappear and he’d simply never know why. That horror was blacker than the Void awaiting her. She couldn’t do that, to him. She just couldn’t stomach it. She pulled out her vial and downed it, just as the Penitus Oculatus agents stormed into the alchemical corner she frequently shared with Babette, absent on a job of her own. She bared her teeth and threw the empty vial at them, then pulled her second dagger. Whether her gambit worked or not, she wouldn’t go quietly into the night.
She fought. She even managed to kill a few. But, the toxin she had administered to herself quickly left her sluggish, giving her the appearance of combat fatigue - and one of the Penitus Oculatus took advantage of her weakness by running her through the abdomen, kicking her off of his blade and onto the table in the center of the room. When she only gave what sounded like a death rattle and went still, the soldiers made the critical mistake of failing to ensure her death by slitting her throat. Instead, they threw torches and urns of oil about the room, setting it ablaze, leaving the Dunmer to burn as they moved on to the next room, the next target.
For all intents and purposes, the first phase of Gabriella’s plan to fake her own death appeared to have been successful. The second phase would be even more crucial. Limp, numb all over, bleeding out, she simply laid there, unblinkingly staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes as the flames crept closer and closer towards her body. She could hear shouting, blades crashing - Nazir, too, would not go down without a fight. Without warning, the sounds of more combat emerged from her left side. Somebody was fighting their way towards her! In short order, the newest member of the family burst into the room, then came over and checked her for vital signs, looking down into her eyes and touching her throat for her pulse. Gabriella gave nothing substantial, and she was quickly abandoned in favour of rescuing those still living.
Never once did Gabriella doubt her own actions. If she hadn’t taken the precaution of her own paralytic toxin, she likely would not have survived long enough for the rescue to arrive. Nazir was saved, and the two remaining assassins attempted to flee the burning sanctuary. The great crash of glass coincided with strength returning to Gabriella’s muscles. As sensation returned to her flesh, so too did pain. She retched up blood, screwing her eyes shut tight as she bared her teeth, red with a film of her own life. She grabbed her wound and sat up, nearly sliding off of the table as she stumbled to her feet. The fires had become an inferno around her, but more concerning was the smoke inhalation that she faced. If she blacked out now, everything would have been for naught.
She made her way to a nearby bookshelf in the alchemical corner, grabbed a potent healing potion prepared in advance, and downed it, instantly feeling the impalement wound through her abdomen seal. Pulling the chest of her robe over her nose and mouth, she dropped to her hands and knees, crawling across the floor to keep herself down out of the smoke. In the main chamber, she crawled through the fire, barely feeling the numb tongues of flame against her Dunmeri flesh. She looked around as best she could. There were bodies, some already scorched. Penitus Oculatus agents, a couple of her fellow assassins...And the stained glass window of the Dread Father, shattered open with the Night Mother’s ornate casket sunken into the pool of water below. There was no doubt in Gabriella’s mind: this was the end of the Dark Brotherhood.
She didn’t care. This hadn’t exactly been the future she had planned for herself. Astrid had strongarmed her into this, and Gabriella had already paid her her due for inadvertently “stealing” a single contract on a single man’s life. She had traded a few dozen lives for a single one - surely her debt was paid? She crawled into the entrance hall, then climbed the stairs towards the exit. No doubt the Dread Father would have her, when her time came. No doubt she would serve Him in the Void. However, today had not been that time. She still had more ahead of her, and she wasn’t going to spend it chasing ghosts for a dead institution. She was going to spend it the way she had always wanted to spend it: at a certain Imperial’s side. She was going to spend it living.
When she crawled out into the fresh air, smoke trailing through the doorway behind herself, she coughed the fume out of her lungs, caught her breath, and pushed herself up to her feet. She looked around, fully expecting to find herself faced with the legion she had imagined Commander Maro would have mustered for this assault. Instead, she found only corpses, along with Shadowmere waiting patiently for the return of his owner. When she saw Festus’ body nearby, so surreally riddled with arrows, all she could do was sigh and turn away. Poor old bastard had gotten it bad.
Shadowmere watched her walk off in the direction of nearby Falkreath. Along the way, she did her best to fix her hair and clap the soot off of her singed robes, similarly ensuring she had pulled up her hood to hide her face. She tried not to stumble down the cobbled road as the walls of Falkreath’s capital settlement came into view. The guards standing watch at the gates eyed her, but didn’t trouble her. They didn’t take so much as even a single step in her direction. Gabby momentarily raised a fist and coughed into her hand, clearing her throat as she looked up at the sky. Almost sunrise. The smoke from the fires would be visible, soon. She should’ve been able to handle her business at the Dead Man’s Drink before too many of the locals came in for a quick breakfast, and thank Azura for that.
When the inn door creaked open and she, a Dunmer in partially burnt black and red robes, came shuffling in, she instantly drew the eyes of the few people up and about inside the tavern, at that time of morning. Gabriella let her eyes hastily dart around for Penitus Oculatus agents. For all she knew, Maro had been clever enough to post some of his men in Falkreath, in the event of survivors. There was a man and a woman seated at a table corner, plates of breakfast laid before them. She didn’t recognize them, and assumed they must’ve been travellers who had used the inn for the night. There was Runil, the elderly Altmer cemetery keeper, as well as Kust, his burly assistant. There was the bard, whose name Gabriella couldn’t place, and the slattern serving girl with the skimpy dress and the gaunt face, Narri.
Just a small enough crowd for Gabriella to feel somewhat at ease. When she shut the door behind herself and made for the innkeeper’s table, she could feel everyone’s eyes lingering on her. The bard’s flute-play slowed down a touch, but he was too much of a professional to simply stop and gawk. On the other hand, when Narri saw Gabriella’s condition, her expression opened up in surprise. She stopped sweeping the floor, quickly set aside her broom, and made her way over, quietly asking “By the gods, are you alright? You...Was it a dragon?” “No, and it’s none of your business,” Gabby quietly answered, her brow furrowing a touch. Being rebuffed so readily clearly stunned the woman. She stammered for a moment, but didn’t follow the Dunmer as she lamely added “I’m just trying to help.”
“I don’t need your help,” Gabby coldly rebuked, her brow furrowing deeper. Valga Vinicia, the tavern keeper, watched the exchange from behind the head counter of the inn. She, too, had concern written plain on her face, but the older Imperial woman knew fully well, by then, that Gabriella was a more than secretive woman. Whatever her business was, whatever her needs were, she appreciated all noses staying well clear. When Gabriella reached the counter, she leaned over it with a weary sigh, gently raised her eyebrows, and closed her eyes. Valga greeted her with the distant professionalism Gabby appreciated, simply stating “Good morning, miss. How can I help you?”
Gabriella put her elbow to the counter, opened her eyes, and looked up at the Imperial from under her hood. The aged woman’s severe features never shifted as Gabriella quietly requested “The usual. Parchment. Quill, ink. A courier inside the half-hour. I have a message to send...Any already here for me, by chance?” Valga shook her head, quietly saying “No, nothing yet...But, if you want to send one out, give me a moment. You can have my room for privacy, in the meantime.” Gabriella nodded. Valga always knew the right way to handle this sort of thing...Or, at least, the smart way, anyway.
Within two minutes, Gabriella was alone in the biggest inn room, door locked and secured, a desk all to herself as she wrote up her message. Her brow gently furrowed as she watched her words, she gently scratched the quill’s tip across the parchment, her writing neat swirls.
“Maximus - something’s happened. I don’t want to speak about it over letters. I just need to see you. It’s urgent. Please, I can’t waste time. I’ll explain everything once we’re together. It can’t be anywhere in Falkreath, it needs to be somewhere else, somewhere secluded where we can quickly meet up. When you respond, just tell me a time and place, and I’ll be there. The good news is, if this works out the right way, my debt will be cleared. If it doesn’t, well...I’ll need to disappear, for a while. Answer soon, I can’t stay long. Your’s, Gabriella.”
She slipped the parchment into an envelope, sealed it with wax, signed Maximus’ pseudonym over the front, and handed it to the courier provided for her, paying him a handful of Septims for his troubles. Gabriella waited a full four days for a response, hiding in that room all the while, always fearful of having the door kicked in by soldiers in black leather. Her daggers were never far from her hands, her mind never strayed from the escape route she had plotted out...And when the courier returned with a response, all that paranoia seemed to just wash away. Just like she had requested, his response was short and to the point.
“A place called Hunter’s Rest. Small shack off the dirt road. It’s near the edge of Reach/Falkreath territory. I’ll be there in a few days. A word of advice: don’t stop by Half-Moon Mill, next to the lake, for supplies. Woman there has eyes like Sabrina. See you soon. M.”
Gabriella smiled to herself. She threw her burnt robes in the sack of supplies Valga had been generous enough to offer, then departed from the inn. She imagined the locals were glad to see her go, but she didn’t feel the need to hold it against them. Dressed in a conservative blue velveteen dress in the traditional Nordic style, she made for the northwest, keeping off of the roads as she sought out Max’s meeting spot. It took her nearly a full forty-eight hours of careful travel, of looking over her shoulder, covering her tracks, and avoiding anywhere that might’ve been populated, but eventually, the pickpocket-turned-assassin spotted the thin trail of smoke of a small bonfire, creeping up through the trees. Her destination was near.
As she crested one final hill, she came to overlook Hunter’s Rest. On the opposite side of a wide dirt road, just up a small hill, was an unassuming wooden shack. It was a modest little thing - it didn’t even have a door, for Azura’s sake. A proper bonfire burned just next to it, complete with stone ring about it and a metal stand erected over it, already spitting numerous hunks of meat as well as suspending a pot for stew. She saw a tanning rack not far from one of the hut’s sides, as well as a simple log bench, next to the bonfire. There was even a pile of chopped logs near the bench, ready for use.
Clearly, this wasn’t some ramshackle assortment acting as somebody’s temporary camp. This was somebody’s home, and while it was hardly a Solitude mansion, they had taken at least some small measure of care in fixing it up, a little. Still, Gabriella was too cautious to just run down and expose herself. As much as she wanted to see Maximus, as much as she didn’t want to believe that his response had been a trap set by Empire agents, she just couldn’t take the chance. She watched, she waited, always slowly scanning across the scene, always searching for the shack’s occupants, always seeking any small movement in the surrounding environment that would betray an ambush in wait. She damn well wasn’t going to go the way Festus did. It took about an hour, but finally, something stirred.
She saw somebody walk about inside the shack, moving past a window set in a wall facing the bonfire’s direction. Her brow gently furrowed as she perked up, a little. She was a little too far to make out who they were, but she could see them come up to a table or something of the like, messing around with something or other before walking away. The figure walked over to the doorway of the shack, then stepped out into the early morning light, giving a languid stretch as they did so. Her expression immediately lightened and relaxed in relief. She’d recognize that green surcoat, anywhere. Max had come. The tension knotting in her stomach simply went away as she crept down off of the hill she had been scouting from, quietly descended into the dirt road between the two hills, and began to ascend the other towards Hunter’s Rest.
When she climbed the grassy inclines high enough to spot him again, she started to smile, in spite of herself. She didn’t want to, didn’t want him to have an excuse to get cocky, but she couldn’t help herself. After what had happened back in the sanctuary, seeing him safe, again, was the only thing that had really mattered, to her. He was standing by the bonfire as she came near, but when he heard her approach, he quickly turned his head, one of his hands shooting for his sheathed sword. When he saw her, however, he instantly relaxed, smiling right back at her. There she was, his pouty little dark elf. She was wearing a new blue dress and had her daggers visibly strapped to her thighs, a sort of wild look complemented by the sack of supplies slung over her shoulder.
The dress hugged her curves in all the right ways, with just the right level of snugness to show her figure. It wasn’t cut particularly low at the chest, but the sides had been trimmed high up her thighs, helping to expose the tall gray boots she had on. It had been a long time since he had seen her in something so casual, and he had to admit, it was a nice change of pace. As well, her hair had grown long again, and she even had it styled just like she used to, back before they had parted ways. Seeing her again, like this, was almost as if the two of them had never separated, at all...A comforting thought. Of course, Gabriella couldn’t feel exactly the same way, but it didn’t matter. He was still the same old Max. Just seeing him, again, was the anchor she needed.
He had never changed, besides the new couple scars he had, along with the green surcoat for his armour. He was still the same man she remembered, and that was exactly the way she wanted it. Looking into her eyes as she walked over, he said “Hey, there you are. What’s the problem? Why the rush to see me?” “Are we alone?” She was quick to ask, glancing past him at the cabin. He nodded, saying “Yeah. Couple poachers usually live here, but I fed ‘em a line about some Thalmor coming through the area, and they ran for the hills. I don’t imagine they’ll be back any time soon, at least for the next couple days. They’ll manage.”
Gabriella gave a faint exhale. Excellent. He always knew how to handle these sorts of issues. As soon as she had finished closing the distance, they were embracing, with him slipping his arms around her waist and holding her close to his chest. She looped her’s up around his neck, then closed her eyes as she nuzzled part of her face into his throat, relishing the way his body pressed against her through his armour. With their visits to each other so few and far between ever since her union with the Dark Brotherhood, neither of them could resist a bit of indulgence, squeezing each other tight, allowing the hug to linger. If they were alone, she could finally let her guard down...
He nuzzled into her hair, smelling her, pressing a couple kisses to the side of her head. Her eyelids flickered when he kissed close to her ear, and in spite of herself, she found herself answering in kind...Only once. She pressed a single kiss to his throat, and she could practically feel the smile that crept up on his face, in response. He dropped one of his hands and gave her an affectionate patting to the rear, then slowly began to release her, prompting her to do the same. Smiling a little, he said “Had me a little worried, for a minute there, when you sent that letter. First time you’ve sent anything so urgent. What’s going on?” She looked him in the eyes, her brow gently furrowing as she tried to find the words. What should she say? How should she start this? She’d be spilling more than a few little secrets. Eventually, she just murmured “...We should probably sit down, for this.”
He raised an eyebrow, but obliged her, gesturing at the log bench on the other side of the bonfire. He watched her as they walked around the stones ringing the burning logs, the two of them unshouldering their supplies and setting them on the ground at their feet before taking their seats. Sitting close enough to each other for their sides to touch, he watched her as she looked around, hastily glancing about at the forest surrounding them. Before he could think to ask her what was eating at her, she quietly asked “Have you seen any Imperial soldiers in strange armour, lately? Looks just like the regular leather, only it’s black. Instead of the Empire dragon on the chest, it’s an eye in a red diamond.”
“No, why?” Max asked, raising an eyebrow high at the queer question. He had never heard of a black Imperial uniform, before. Just what had she gotten mixed up, in? She gave a nervous sigh, then nodded. “Good, good,” she breathed out. His brow faintly furrowed. Watching her face, he flatly said “What’s eating you? What happened, Gabby? The longer you keep me in suspense, the more I’m going to assume the worst.” She looked over at him, her jaw lightly tightening. She looked down at her feet, slid her sack of supplies over, and pulled it open. She tipped it over for him to look inside, then said “You see that? You’ve seen me in those robes before, remember? Do you know what they are, Max?”
He raised his eyebrows, a little. His eyes barely dropped to her supplies before he was raising them and looking off into the distance. His lips barely moving, he remarked “...I have my suspicions.” She furrowed her brow, a touch, and muttered “They’re a uniform, of sorts. I don’t want to keep you in the dark, anymore. I don’t think I even have to, anymore...Not at this point.” She drew in a deep breath to steady herself. She let go of her sack and allowed it to fall closed, put her hands to her knees, and sat a little rigid before she finally sighed the breath back out. Keeping her voice down, she muttered “I was a professional killer, Max. That’s the long and short of it. That’s why I couldn’t tell you anything about what I was doing. I didn’t want you getting mixed up with those people. It was my problem, and I was going to fix it. It wasn’t something that could get paid off.”
He just stared at her for a couple seconds, then blinked. His jaw briefly shifted to the side before he quietly repeated the sentiment, remarking “...I had my suspicions.” She raised her eyebrows and remarked, more nonchalantly now, “I was just a sellsword by a different name. I dealt with trouble people for heaps of gold. It was easy work, and I have more Septims squirrelled away than I know what to do with...But it didn’t matter, because Astrid wasn’t looking for me to make her money. It seemed like she wasn’t even looking for me to fulfill my debt, at all. She just wanted another member for her family.”
“How did you even get mixed up in that sort of crowd, anyway?” Maximus asked, giving her a legitimately puzzled stare. She gave a sigh, looked down at her knees, and asked “Do you remember when I killed that merchant on the road, and it caused a bit of a stir?” Maximus glanced skywards in a nonverbal sigh, remarking “Kind of hard to forget that fuck-up.” She looked sidelong at him, muttering “...Well, evidently, he was a Brotherhood target. When I killed him, I robbed them of their job. Astrid, their leader, found me, put me in a pit, and gave me two options: work with them and pay them back for the life I took, or pay them back with my own life by staying in that pit. One way or the other, Sithis would be getting His due. I chose the option that would make me gold.”
“Smart choice,” Max readily admitted, raising his eyebrows. “Seemed like it, at the time,” Gabriella muttered. Her brow furrowed deep, she looked over at him and added “But as it turned out, Astrid’s family was the only real Brotherhood chapter around, anymore - and not long after I joined, we were given a contract to assassinate the Emperor.” Max’s expression opened up, a little, in surprise. She shook her head, a little, as she looked away. “We were biting off more than we could chew,” she muttered. “And then that gibbering lunatic, Cicero, shows up, carting in the Night Mother’s body, for Azura’s sake, and the newest member starts talking about hearing the Night Mother’s voice, and...By the gods. It was a fucking mess.”
She gave a weary sigh, closed her eyes, and raised a hand to her face. He watched the way her jaw tightened up a little, the Dunmer unable to resist baring her teeth, a bit. With the floodgates to her confession now opened, she was already too deep in to stop, blurting out “I started having these dreams, these...Just, this feeling of dread. I knew something awful was going to happen, I knew I wasn’t going to survive it, but there was nothing I could do about it. Even on my first day there, I could tell that Astrid wasn’t running the show like she should’ve been, and if the Night Mother or Sithis were real, they weren’t going to stand for it. I was right. We were attacked, and we just weren’t ready for it. Most of us were killed, Max.”
“But, you’re alright, that’s what matters. Right? How did you survive?”
She dropped her hand from her face and looked over at him, mumbling “I tried talking to one or two of the people there that I trusted, but...Nobody really seemed to care. I might’ve just let it go and forgotten about it, but...If it came true, I didn’t want you to never know what had happened. Not like I’m ready to die, anyway...So, I brewed a potion, a poison, that leaves you paralyzed, makes you look like you’re dead. When the Penitus Oculatus, the Emperor’s bodyguards, burst into the sanctuary, I took the poison. It was risky, it was really, really risky - I could’ve easily just gotten myself killed, rather than saved my own skin - but it paid off. When they knocked me down, they thought I was dead, and they were in too much of a rush to clear out the sanctuary to double-check and make sure.”
Maximus smiled, a little. His eyelids flickered, a couple times, as he gave a chortle. He raised his arm and slipped it around her, holding her closer to his side. A little flatly, he remarked “...That was really risky. And stupid. But, it paid off, and I’m glad...Really, honestly glad. That was one damn big gamble.” She started to smile, a little. When she looked back down at her knees, however, her smile began to wither. Quietly, she said “...Babette was out on a job at the time, so she survived. So was the newest member, gone to go and deal with the Emperor, in fact. Nazir might’ve gotten out...Cicero was already gone, by that point. Pretty much everyone else died...Except for Astrid, I never saw her body, anywhere...”
Gabriella glanced around, mumbling “I half expect her to come after me, at some point, but I’m not really afraid. I’ve already paid my debt to her more than a few times over. I’m more worried about Penitus Oculatus agents.” She looked over, peering deep into his eyes as she readily admitted “That’s why I wanted to see you so quickly, Max, I wanted to make sure you were okay. We never had any way of knowing how much intelligence the Penitus Oculatus had gathered, we had no way of knowing if they could identify us by name, by face, by relations, and so on. If they knew who I was, they might’ve known past affiliations - which could’ve put you at risk. Same thing applies if I had ever just abandoned the Brotherhood, they’d only go for the people closest to me.”
“Well, I’m fine, I haven’t seen any of these Oculatus guys you’ve mentioned,” he reassured, a smirk growing on his face. “Good, let’s keep it that way,” she flatly stated with a hint of finality, raising an eyebrow at him. One of her hands drifted from her lap to his knee. Looking her in the eyes, his smirk grew bigger as he repeated “...The people closest to you, huh?” She furrowed her brow and looked away, but when she tried turning her face away, he raised his hand and held her chin with his finger and thumb, easing her back. She still avoided eye contact, however, as she defensively muttered “That applies to Svetlana, Bunny, Sabrina-” “Oh, did you send letters to them, too? Or, was it just me,” he prodded, his smirk growing into a little grin.
She furrowed her brow deeper and glanced into his eyes, but quickly looked away. After a moment of silence, her brow unknitted, arching needily. She looked back into his eyes. His grin relaxed back into a little smirk. Her reaction told him all he needed to hear. He closed his eyes as he leaned in, feeling her draw in a slow, deep breath as he pressed his lips to her’s. She didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. She gently squeezed his knee. These kisses weren’t like the usual fare. They were intent, yes, but she wasn’t playing reluctant, and he wasn’t playing ruthless. The passion was subdued, gentler...More patient, on both ends. When he tried to lean back, she went back in for one last kiss, nearly drawing him back in for even more before she finally eased back.
When he opened his eyes, he found her giving him the same sort of look as before. Her eyes momentarily drifted down to his chin before she mumbled “...I was just worried, is all.” “I know,” he offered, smiling, a little. He slowly dropped his hand from her chin, setting his hand over his lap as she looked away, watching the bonfire. She waited a couple moments, then softly said “...The Dark Brotherhood is finished. The last chapter in Tamriel has pretty much been eradicated. A grand total of maybe four members survived. The Emperor’s bodyguards will probably hunt for anyone that might’ve survived...But, I don’t regret how this turned out. I’m free, now. I don’t have to work for Astrid, anymore...I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want...”
“That’s a lot of freedom to suddenly have thrust onto you,” Maximus teased, a big smirk growing on his face. “Whatever will you do, wherever will you go?” She looked over and gave him a bit of a glare, taking her hand off of his knee before remarking “Don’t make me say it, you bastard.” He raised his eyebrows and grinned. She furrowed her brow deeper. She brought her hand back over and pumped her fist down against his thigh, smacking him. Coldly, she asserted “How’s this: if you don’t want me coming along, you can just say so. How’s that?” His eyes went half-closed. He made a show of looking up and off to the side, as if he needed to debate the issue. Her eyes widened in outrage before he chuckled and answered her with a kiss.
It took a couple for her to calm back down, but eventually, she opened her fist back up and held his knee, again. When he stopped, neither of them said anything. He just kept his arm around her as she looked back into the fire. He was silent for what felt like a long time, trying to find the words, debating whether or not he should even say anything, at all. Eventually, however, he made up his mind. Sending him that letter had been a pretty touching gesture on her part, all things considered...Was it so wrong to show her a little something, in return? Nonchalantly, he said “...You know I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even look at him. Instead, she began leaning into him a little bit more, and eventually, she rested the side of her head on his shoulder. He could only smile more, at that. They stayed like that for a time, a few minutes perhaps, but it passed by so quickly, it felt like mere moments, to Maximus. This was nice...Holding her close, feeling her breathe against him, the soft fabric of her dress under his hand, her silky hair against the side of his neck...If she was really free and clear of all of her engagements, then...She seemed to have the same thing on her mind, judging by what she deemed fit to break the silence, with. In a mumble, she abruptly stated “...I could just make things worse for you, you know...You already have the Thalmor hunting for you. If I tag along, you’re going to have Penitus Oculatus to deal with, too...”
“Like I care,” he blurted out, glancing skyward at the idea. She smiled, a little. He started to grin, looking down at her as he muttered out “...Besides, I could probably talk them off of your trail, you know.” “Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it,” she flatly teased. He grinned and chuckled, prompting her smile to widen from ear to ear. After a couple moments, she slowly said “...We should probably get inside. Get out of sight.” “Oh, should we?” Max asked, eyebrows arching, grin intensifying. She lightly cleared her throat, then added “We’re still fresh from the attack, Oculatus agents could still be on the roads, coming or going.” He grinned from ear to ear. “Huh. You sure? I’d bet we’re safe, right here. We’re a bit off the road, we’re fine.”
Her smile withered. She furrowed her brow. Under her breath, she muttered out “...Asshole.” He immediately chuckled and patted her hip. Raising an eyebrow, he remarked “Yeah, you know what, I’ve changed my mind, you’re probably right. We should get out of sight, for a bit.” The corners of her mouth flickered upwards. “Good,” she quietly taunted. His brow sank deep, but his grin had become positively wolfish. Just as under his breath as her, he remarked “...Yeah, we’ll see how good it is when this little elf gets her attitude adjusted.” She swallowed some saliva to steady herself, her stomach tingling with a bit of nervousness. “Attitude adjustment” was a bad sign. Still, she didn’t think she had crossed the line. When he took her by the elbow and stood up, he didn’t need to pull her to her feet to get her to follow.
A minute later, they were inside the cabin, getting cozy. It wasn’t a fantastic love shack - the walls and ceiling had holes in them from missing planks of wood, and the bedding was little more than pelts over hay - but regardless, the fact remained that, for the time being, it was their love shack. He set aside his pack, she put down her sack, and when he told her to strip, she quietly acquiesced. Standing in front of him, she pulled off her boots, unstrapped her daggers from her thighs, and slipped off her dress, leaving herself in the buff for her lover to appraise. He pulled off his green surcoat with a sigh, dropping it to the floor. As he looked her up and down, he smiled. He didn’t even seem particularly peeved with her, anymore.
She settled herself down over the bedding, waiting for him to join her, looking up and watching him pull off piece after piece of his armour. His bracers came off, next. Then, his boots, and finally, his scalemail vest and reinforced loincloth, leaving him as nude as his dark elf concubine. She abruptly gave him a bit of a pensive look as a thought came to her. Quietly, she said “Max, listen...There’s something I wanted to say. I-” “Hold that thought,” he grinned, holding up a finger. He wandered away, stepping backwards from the bedding. “I think I have a bit of a surprise, for you.” She arched her eyebrows and frowned. By Azura, a surprise? She didn’t know whether to feel flattered or horrified. He didn’t exactly have a track record for supplying nice surprises, after all.
He walked out of the cabin, nude as the day he had been born, and spent about a minute out there, waltzing about in broad daylight, before he finally returned. She raised her eyebrows, again, when she saw the rather large package in his arms. Brown paper was tied up in twine around a bulging load, the size of which was likely in the neighbourhood of a cauldron, and when Max set it down with a sigh, it gave way against the floor, squishing like the contents were malleable. Standing up straight, he looked at her, gave a sigh, pointed a finger down at the package, and remarked “This thing...Is an absolute nightmare to carry around. I’d throw it on a carriage, if I could.”
“...What is it?” Gabby asked, momentarily frowning, again. A big half-smile on his face, he raised his eyebrows at the question, even as he looked down and undid the twine securing the package. “Blankets, pillows, curtains. Nice stuff, cost a pretty penny. I bought it for Bunny - that’s who I was going to see, before you sent that letter - but I’m sure she won’t mind if we use it, for the time being. Getting tired of hauling it around without putting it to proper use, anyway.” Gabby couldn’t help raising her eyebrows in surprise, at the idea. She gave a little frown as the package opened up, causing a fluffy red blanket to spill out, accompanied by numerous white cushions, and even some scarlet drapes to match the former.
With a sniff, Max leaned over, grabbed the blanket, and tossed it out towards her legs, leaving it in a messy bunch at the foot of the bedding. As he grabbed the cushions and started bringing them over behind her, she sat up on a knee, folding her leg towards her side. She reached out and brushed her hand across the blanket, and the material instantly had her raising her eyebrows. Nearly under her breath, she remarked “...Is that cashmere?” “Yep. You have any idea how much a High Elf merchant will charge you, for that?” Max remarked, chuckling. Gabriella shrugged with her eyebrows, but said nothing, still stroking her hand across the plush red material. It was easily one of the softest things she had touched in weeks, and that he was pulling it out now, just for the two of them...Well...It had her smiling, a little. Maybe their first time alone in weeks could be better than she had anticipated.
He pulled up the red curtains and draped them over the nearby window, then set up the rest behind her, hanging them over the wooden wall for atmosphere. Just when she was about to ask him if and when he was going to get in the bed, he instead walked over to his pack of supplies, a sly little smile stretching across his face as he rummaged around inside. Gabriella narrowed an eye and put her right arm down by her side, supporting herself. Cocking up an eyebrow, she quietly said “...Oh, I know that look. What’re you planning, Max?” “Something special, just for you,” he quipped, shooting her a grin. She quietly gave a sigh through her nose, the corners of her lips dipping in a frown. Oh, boy. Here we go, again. Max was getting his kink on, and she was ripe for the ravishing. What did he have planned this time? What in Azura’s name was there left for him to do to her, by this point?
The answer became glaringly obvious the instant he pulled his party favour out of his pack. Standing up, he turned, faced her with that grin of his, and shirked his hand over, dropping the object down to the blanket at her knees. When she saw it, her mouth hung ajar, for a moment, before she closed it and frowned. She raised her left arm across her chest, sinking her hand into her hair as she touched her shoulder. Red began to creep up, across her face. She arched her eyebrows and gave him a bit of an anxious look, mumbling “Max, that’s...Uh...Well, unexpected. We’ve never done that, before.”
Max’s grin relaxed to a big smile as he lightly raised an eyebrow. The party favour in question that had aroused such discomfort in her was none other than a glass butt-plug, the base of which was capped with a big, beautiful ruby to match her eyes. Max momentarily pointed a finger at the plug, remarking “That’s exactly why I figured we could do it. You and I have never done this, before. I figured, why not? I’ve got lotion, here. The plug can give you some time to stretch. I wasn’t planning on it being the only thing we did, don’t worry.”
He raised his eyebrows and grinned, chuckling out “It’s been weeks since we last saw each other, Gabby. I’m not stopping until you can’t walk right for a week, and I’m not just talking about your ass. I’m gonna pound that pussy until you’re screaming.” She visibly swallowed at the oh-so-sweet threat. Her eyes dropped back down to the plug as she gave a gentle sigh. She supposed it had only been a matter of time...After all, this was the sort of thing he had always gotten Sabrina to do, to her. Why not just do it, himself? In fact, she had always assumed he would, which had made it doubly insulting when Sabrina had been the one to take her black cherry.
Still, some part of her had started to think that she’d never need to handle him, back there. Seemed like a small blessing, considering his size. She raised her gaze from the plug when his cock began to grow, standing to attention higher and higher before her very eyes. She looked up at his predatory grin, trying not to let on that a tingling flush was coursing through her as she mumbled “...I didn’t think you’d ever want to. Seemed like that was only something you had Sabrina do.” “Forget Sabrina, she was just training,” Max remarked, giving her a dismissive wave. She raised her eyebrows as he leaned over and pulled a jar of lotion out of his pack, then reached out and offered it to her. As she took it, she furrowed her brow and bitterly mumbled “...Some kind of training that was...”
Max chuckled and teased “Well, would you have preferred if I just went in, myself? Thanks to Sabrina, you know what to expect, have some idea of how to handle it...Now, you’re better prepared for me. And, look, I’m even giving you a plug to stretch with, a bit, before we get to it. You can use all the lotion you want.” She made a bit of a face, twisting her lips as she looked off to the side. When he gave a little sigh, after a moment, and started to ease down to a knee, she raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked over, watching him drop to her level. With a little smile, his eyes wearily half-closed, he, a little more quietly this time, said “Look...I’m not gonna force it on you. We don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to. I don’t really care. I’m just glad to see you, again. I just thought this could be something we could finally do.”
She gave a blink. What? He was making this her choice? Was this some kind of trick? She simply watched his eyes for a second or two, gauging his honesty. After a moment, he shrugged and reached for the plug. She dropped her hand from her shoulder and reached out in a hurry, blurting out “No, wait...Hang on.” He smiled and watched her eyes. She took the plug and brought it closer to her lap, her eyes flickering down to his chest, then his cock, before rising back to his eyes. “I’ll do it, it’s fine,” she murmured. He grinned, which made her narrow her eyes. “...But if I do,” she added in a mutter, “then Sabrina never gets to do it, again. If this is something we’re going to do, then it should be something special, just for us. And, please, try to go a little easy, on me...You’re a little bigger than her, you know.”
“I hadn’t planned on hurting you, you know,” he teased, reaching out to hold her chin as he leaned in and gave her a peck. Before she could answer, he dropped his hand to her opened lap and diddled his thumb across a rather personal spot, making her entire body give a little quiver at the unexpected sensation. “...That’s why I let you have some training, first,” he reminded her, easing his hand back. She puckered her lips off to the side. She didn’t think she believed him, she was pretty sure he had just gotten Sabrina to ream out her backdoor because he got a kick out of making his pet fuck her, but if he wanted to turn this into something private between just the two of them, then...That could be alright...
In just a few moments, she was ready. He stood over her at the end of the bedding, watching her do as he had asked. She had opened the jar of lotion, scooped out some of the sappy fluid, and slathered it across the bulb of the plug, getting it nice and ready. Sitting up on her knees, she reached an arm back behind herself, rather than down between her thighs. Max watched her, grinning at the way a little grimace came onto her face. She raised her big, red eyes to his, trying not to curl her lip up. Her face slowly flushed red, again, as her eyes openly dropped to his stiff cock, sticking out from his loins like a pole. He tried not to chuckle at the way her arm slowly eased closer, behind herself. Her mouth opened, and she gave a slow exhale. “Th-There...”
She brought her arm back around in front of herself, placed it over her thigh, and darted her eyes up to his. In a tiny mumble, she said “It’s in...” He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded down at her. “Show me,” he demanded. She gave him a bit of a stare, but then she was turning around on her knees, dropping over onto one hand, and reaching the other back. He watched her grab one of her cheeks and ease it aside, opening up her valley as best she could without dropping her chin and sticking her ass up in the air. Still, what he saw had him grinning and throbbing in all the right places. Her little pucker was completely hidden under the base of her plug, replaced instead by the sparkling decoration of the ruby. Down below, of course, her lips peeked out, her cleft betraying that telltale glimmer.
She heard him give a slow, restrained sigh, and it only had her face sizzling, again. The fact that she was willingly going along with this made it even more embarrassing, but still, she couldn’t help clenching at the plug, rhythmically flexing away at it. She knew he enjoyed the view, and she kept up her show for a few more moments until, in a low rumble, he ordered “Alright...Good. Turn back around. You wanna mouth off? There’s a price.” The base of the plug gave a hard twitch. She let go of her cheek and quietly sat back up on her knees, then turned around to face him. He pointed a finger down at his foot-long of man-meat, smirking a little, all the while. She puckered her lips, a little. As she shuffled closer to him on her knees, she contentiously muttered “Don’t expect me to smile about it.”
“You keep mouthing off, and I won’t let you suck it. I’ll give your throat a whirl, instead,” he warned, grinning. She didn’t push her luck. A sore throat? No thank you, she’d probably already wind up with a sore ass, from this. She didn’t need both ends in trouble. Just as she came close enough to start smelling his light musk, he looked down and said “Hey...What were gonna say, before? I told you to hold that thought, remember?” She looked up at him, his long, thick cock still pointed towards her face. She held her knees and gave a gentle shrug, then mumbled “Oh, well...I was just going to say that, I’m glad I’m finally out of there. Since I don’t have to go back, we don’t have to cut today short. We can do whatever we want, take as long as we want...” She raised her eyebrows a little, then flatly added “I was getting tired of our time together being so short, just because I had to run back to the sanctuary. It’s good to go back to the way things were.”
For a moment, she could only feel some measure of confusion as a smile started spreading across his face, big and legitimately quite warm. He eased himself down in a squat, putting himself on the same level as her. “Listen to you,” he teased, “getting sappy, on me.” She opened her mouth to speak, her cheeks flushing red. He silenced her by raising his hand up under her chin, gently slipping half of his thumb into her mouth. She quietly closed her lips around his digit and gave it a few licks, watching his eyes as she gave a suckle. He slipped his thumb down from her, then leaned in, replacing his digit with his tongue. She gave a steamy sigh against the side of his face. She raised one of her hands to his elbow, the other, his chest. He kissed her for a few moments, then tried to stand back up, but she wasn’t ready to stop.
She raised her hands to his shoulders and kept trying to kiss him, keeping him leaned over her, standing over his Dunmer lover. Eventually, however, he chastised her for her greediness by reaching his hand down across her body, slipping it between her thighs, and giving her hot mound a bit of a spank, making her flinch and gasp. He grinned, remarking “Don’t make me do that again, or else I’ll do it hard enough to make you scream. Got it?” She scowled at him, but it only lasted a moment before she was giving a submissive nod. He stood up straight and pointed a finger down at his lap for a second time, directing her eyes back to the task at hand. Time for them both to reunite, the right way. Entree first, main course second.
She didn’t waste much time. Within a few moments, she was tasting her Imperial lover, one hand wrapped around the base of his manhood as she bobbed her head back and forth, inside his lap. He had to draw in a deep breath once she started, slowly easing his head back as he sighed it back out. Yes...There it was, that dutiful mouth of her’s. She knew how to use it to scathe, and she was just as good at soothing. Out of all of his lady friends, she had been the one to get the most experience doing this with him, and it showed. She swept her tongue around the end of his manhood, getting him slippery with her saliva, lubing him for her soft, supple lips to glide across.
She gave slow, firm pumps along his shaft, trying her best to stimulate the rest of him without going all the way and using her throat. She sightlessly stared straight ahead as she eased her head back and forth, gazing at his pubic hair for a minute before flicking her eyes upwards, checking to see what his reaction was. His fists to his hips, he was looking down and watching her, a bit of a smile on his face. She gave a couple slow blinks, gazing into his eyes as she raised her free hand up between his legs, delicately creeping her fingers across his undercarriage for a few fondles. He felt fuller than usual. Heavier. Probably had a pretty big payload, ready to go. She found herself clenching at her plug as he closed his eyes, giving a gentle sigh through his nose.
She answered by pulling back and flicking the tip of her tongue along the underside of his end, stroking him a little more quickly into her mouth. He slowly drew in a deeper than usual breath, casually opening his eyes to watch her, again. Her face started to feel hot as she gently flexed at her plug, closing her eyes as she dipped her head deeper, again. Max stifled a quiet grunt as she started going down on about half of his length, going in as deep as she could get before his tip came to the back of her mouth. She momentarily tensed up after just a couple pumps of this, relaxing a moment later before going just a little less deep. Ordinarily, her gag reflex might’ve been subdued enough to make that sort of depth easier for her, but it had been ages since she had gotten that kind of training. He didn’t see the need to force her.
He brought a hand over, resting it down over the top of her head, feeling her soft hair as she worked to pleasure him. His smile stretched into a little grin as he subtly leaned over a little, trying to spy her second set of lips. When he spotted that womanly shimmer, he had to grin. Oh, she was ready...But, if she was having fun as it was, should he truly interrupt her playtime? She opened her eyes, again, as he reached down with his free hand, gently stroking one of his hands across her breast, lightly fondling her. Her face went red, again, as she ramped up her suction, making a lewd slurping sound rise up as she messily drew her lips back across him. He couldn’t resist another soft sigh as the heat in his lap rose to a simmer.
He slipped his hand off of her head and put it back to his hip. She drifted her hand away from his undercarriage and instead tried to hold his hip, but with his fist back in place, she touched his hand, paused for a moment, then rose higher and held his wrist. He smiled, a little, at that. Too proud to try and hold his hand? Bit late along for that, he imagined. Same old Gabby. The thought had him giving another gentle sigh under her ministrations, and without him even thinking about it, the words just kind of slipped out: “...I’m glad you’re back...You being off with those people was bullshit...” She opened her eyes and looked up at him, slowing down her bobbing to make proper eye contact. He gave a half-smile and shrugged, a little. The corners of her stretched lips rose up, a touch. Her hand slid down a bit, partially holding his.
She closed her eyes and sped up again, ramping up her suction until her cheeks had begun to hollow into needy pits. He watched her work her magic for a couple minutes more, then finally asked “...So...Learned your lesson, yet?” She opened her eyes and looked up at him, those red eyes of her’s looking glazed with need, betraying her enjoyment. She didn’t stop suckling, but she gave a humming mumble, presumably to the affirmative, teasing the end of his manhood with the vibration of her voice. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Want to keep going, then, or should we move on to something else? I wouldn’t mind doing this until you get a drink, but...Mm. I’m thinking you should get it somewhere else. That’d be even better, wouldn’t it?”
She slowly eased her head back, letting him slip from her warm, wet, welcoming mouth. Her hand slid across his saliva-slick member as she gave him some slow, gentle strokes, easing her fist from root to tip. She barely arched an eyebrow at him as she quietly mumbled “Well...I suppose that depends on where you’re thinking...” He chuckled. “I already told you,” he teased. “This is our first time together in weeks. I’m baking a Dunmer creampie, like it or not.” “Well then, if I can’t stop you...” She mumbled, right before pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. He gave a wolfish grin. He suddenly leaned over, took her under her arms, and pulled her back off of her knees, putting her down on her tush to lie her back on the bed.
She watched him drop to his knees between her opened legs, a warm look in her eyes as she breathed deeply, slowly. She swallowed some saliva that had collected in her mouth, then asked “How long has it been since your last time?” “Long enough to make me want to take my time with this,” he answered, smirking. “What about you?” She reached down and held her legs underneath her knees, then eased her legs upwards, opening her thighs as she pulled her knees towards her shoulders. “Not since the last time we saw each other,” she readily admitted. He grinned. She gave him a bit of a weary look, flatly remarking “...Believe me, Max, if you had to sleep in that kind of place, you wouldn’t be in any mood to do that sort of thing, either.” “No, I just think it’s cute you waited for me,” he teased, grinning even more.
She gave a sigh and rolled her eyes. He answered by coming close enough to hold his cock and slap his length down against her seeping slit, making her draw in a light breath and tense up. He gave a slow sigh as he firmly rubbed himself against her, frotting the dark elf, rubbing the underside of his burning rod back and forth across her soft, malleable lips, playing with her boiling mound by pressing himself into her moist cleft. She closed her eyes and gave a shuddering exhale, drew a breath back in, and gave a soft coo. When he dug in a little with his tip and found her clit, she briefly tensed up, letting out a soft “Mm...” He hummed appreciatively in response. He could see her plug twitching as she clenched away at it, milking it like a surrogate cock. In due time, he thought. First, her sweet, silky honeypot.
With her saliva and nectar moistening the end of his rod, it was a simple affair, easing in. Once he had come over her a little more and angled himself for entry, he slid his hips in, pushing himself in and making himself at home. He watched her reaction as he stretched her open, deeper and deeper, slipping in all the way until he came up against the end of her snug love tunnel. She grimaced up at him at first, of course. It had been some time since she had last needed to cope with his length or his girth, after all. But, she was quick to adjust and endure, the little trooper. He smiled and gave a faint exhale through his nose. He felt like complimenting her on being as tight as usual, but he instead showed his appreciation by flexing his cock inside her, making himself twitch around inside her glove.
Her breathing escalated, a little more. She looked down between their bodies, watching him penetrate her as he drew his hips back, then eased back in, giving her a single gentle rocking. She closed her eyes as he withdrew once more, then thrust in a little rougher than before, the end of his cock colliding a little more insistently with the end of her tunnel. She grimaced again, but dropped her head back into a cushion, giving a steamy sigh. “You get so deep like this,” she quietly mumbled, half a protest and half a coo. He smiled, then teased her by rocking his hips around, grinding himself around inside the full stretch of her love canal. Her lips barely parted as she grit her teeth, face flushing a fresh red as she stifled a grunt. He chuckled and finished off the stirring by bumping his hips forwards, poking her cervix, forcing that grunt she had swallowed to emerge.
When she gave his manhood a tight squeeze and held it, he knew she was getting antsy. Given the fact that he could feel the shape of the plug through her walls, she had to have been squeezing at her anal invader just as tightly. Naughty little elf was getting tired of waiting, and he was all too happy to indulge her. He gave a bit a mumble as he started up a rhythm, easing his hips back and forth for some deep, steady pumps, nearly withdrawing before filling her up, again. Her mouth eased open in a silent sigh, her eyes slowly opening as she looked up at him. He smiled down at her, which slowly grew into a grin as his thrusting continued. She gave a slow blink, then let her eyes ease closed. He watched as a quick thrust had her upraised feet giving a cute little twitch. Back to the way they used to be. She was his. Forever and always.
His grin eased back to a smile. She was still clenching tight, but as he gently battered her slit into a creamy fuckhole, she relaxed a little, easing up to swallow him. He reached his hand up and cleared some of her bangs from her face, prompting her to open her eyes. His smile stretched up at one corner into a big smirk. “You know,” he pointed out, “if you start tagging along with me, again, I’m gonna fuck you every day, right? You’ll be the only woman in my life, all over again. That means you’re gonna get all my attention.” She just blinked. “...I’ve done it before,” she murmured. “I can do it, again.” He grinned. “Brave words,” he chuckled out. “We’ll see how long you last before you want a break, heh heh...”
When she furrowed her brow, a little, at his arrogance, he cut off her rebuttal before it could even begin by ramping up the speed of his thrusting even more, giving a faint groan as he started reaming her out faster and faster. She closed her eyes and merely gave a moan of her own, deflating in ecstasy as he lightly pounded at her. She never noticed him ease himself down over her a little closer, pinning her folded body down to the bedding underneath his muscular body, pushing her legs up, a little more, as he came in and kissed her. She immediately reciprocated, her eyes opening a crack before she closed them, again. When he opened his mouth, she answered in kind, and they hungrily indulged in the taste of each other’s tongue. Finally, they could take their time, again..
The kissing had her flexing her walls at him in trembling waves, which only had him, in turn, twitching and throbbing against her molten embrace. They remained like that for a short while, with her folded up underneath his body, the Imperial pinning his Dunmer lover down as he fucked her deep, reacquainting himself with her taste, above and below. When he withdrew his tongue, she followed, raising her head a little more to suck and nibble at his lips. He grinned, then quietly offered “Wanna get on top?” She looked into his eyes and gave a little nod, sighing needily by way of a response. He gave her another quick grinding to tease her, stirring himself inside her depths, before he started easing his hips back, drawing his swollen, red timber out of her weeping depths.
He pushed himself up until he was on his knees in front of her, freeing her up to let her legs go and drop them down on either side of him. As she sat up, she couldn’t take her eyes off of his crotch, couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way his blushing manhood shone with her nectar, pulsating as it awaited re-entry into her embrace. Gods, it had been so long since they had last been together...She closed her eyes and leaned into him, touching his ribs as she kissed his throat, then his chin, then met his lips. He couldn’t resist smiling. She had needed this. She was really letting herself go, he adored it. He slipped his arms around her, holding her by the small of her back, the other sweeping over the curve of her ass, squeezing a cheek before giving her a little spank.
He pulled her to the side, rolling over, getting on his back. If she wanted to ride, then now was the time. She didn’t waste time getting into position. On her knees over him, straddling his lap, she reached a hand down and pointed his hard-on upwards, spearing him up towards herself. She planted her other hand down against his chest as she, with a small smile, eased herself down, nestling herself onto his prick. She gave a sigh and let go of him, putting both hands against him as she started rocking her hips up and down, feeding his length into her peach at a quick, deep beat. He slowly drew in a deep breath, then sighed it back out as he smoothed his hands up her thighs, feeling her silky skin as she rode him. His...Only his.
Her hands slid to his shoulders as she leaned over him a little more, bouncing her hips harder and faster until she was slamming as much of him inside as she could fit. She closed her eyes, her lips barely parting as she grimaced. She was already panting, however, and it didn’t take long before the escalation in pressure had her mouth hanging open, the Dunmer giving a moan. The hot pressure down below, that sweet burn between them, was quickly escalating towards the point of no return. Azura, give her more time to take him! She could feel him thickening up a little more, getting even more rigid. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. Was he close, too? Was she finishing him off?
He was watching her with half-closed eyes, perspiration putting a shine across his forehead as he watched her bounce, riding him with such hungry neediness. He smirked, a little, at the look on her face. She knew what that meant: he wasn’t as close as she was. She sat down hard on his cock, wincing as his pole came crushing up against her cervix. She frowned down at him, but said nothing, leaving the only sound in their love shack being their heavy breathing. He raised an eyebrow as she furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes at him. He could see the gears turning in her head. Damn it, she was gonna finish him off! She was gonna make him pop at the same time as herself! Nothing less would do!
He chuckled and reached up, thumbing one of her nipples. If she wanted that cream filling, she’d need to work for it. She was up to the challenge. She squeezed down as hard as she could around him, flexing herself down to grip that cock in a tender, womanly vise. Then, she grit her teeth and started corkscrewing her hips around, rocking them up and down, to and fro, as hard and fast as she could, determined to finish him off before she, herself, went over the edge. He gave a groan, momentarily closing his eyes. She started to smile, mouth hanging open as she panted. His fiery pole was throbbing faster now, but she was already losing control. He watched her face subtly contort as she tried to fight it, but her stoic mask quickly evaporated as the pleasure melted her defences.
In seconds, she was arching her eyebrows, a teardrop creeping from one shut eye as her mouth hung open in a narrow, needy “0.” She started quaking and clenching even harder down below, and then, her shoulders shook, her body quaked, her fingernails dug into his chest, and a great surge of lust gushed against his lap, spraying in little jets every time she stubbornly refused to stop shaking her hips. He couldn’t help grinning, a little. Oh, Gods...His little elf had missed him. He hadn’t seen her cum hard, like this, in a little while! She opened her eyes and gazed down at him as she shuddered and quaked, trying not to make any noise as she pushed herself on, trying to swallow whimpers and moans. He reached up and slipped his hand into her hair and onto the back of her neck, easing her down until he could muffle her with his mouth.
When he started pulsating inside her particularly intensely, when the heat bloomed inside her body, when he started shooting with such needy force that his seed was practically thudding against her cervix, her entire body shivered as she gave a shudder of satisfaction. She slowed her rocking as they coiled tongues, eventually just sitting down over his cock, letting him more comfortably blow his load as deep into her as possible. For every twitch he gave inside her, she gave a tiny sigh. They kissed until he had finished, at which point she slowly sat up over him a little, gently stroking one hand across his chest. He grinned a little, observing the red that had sizzled into her face.
She never had to admit it if she didn’t want to. He knew she damn well loved taking it inside. If anything, waiting weeks for this had made it all the better. She smiled a little, looking down at the mess they had made between their bodies. She eased her hips up until, slowly, his lingering hard-on slipped free from her depths, tilting upwards towards his stomach. She hummed appreciatively, giving a little sigh as the afterglow slipped up over her like a warm bath. When he grinned and raised an eyebrow, she looked up. His words made her smile vanish: “You know I’m not done yet, right? One isn’t nearly enough. I think it’s time I popped that plug back out of you and took it’s place.”
She swallowed some excess saliva. She couldn’t think of anything to dissuade him as he sat up, slipping himself out from under her. After all, she had agreed to it, hadn’t she? She had willingly put the plug in, knowing full well he’d replace it, eventually. She told herself to relax as he came behind her, running his hands across her hot body. This was just nerves. She could trust him, couldn’t she? Stupid idea, she told herself, but she still wanted to. If she didn’t already think she could trust him with this, she wouldn’t have put the plug in, at all. Max...Wouldn’t hurt her, if he didn’t want to. She could trust him. The thought had her tummy tingling. When he gently pushed a hand against her shoulders, she willingly eased herself down, putting herself on her hands and knees, for him.
She sightlessly gazed at one of the cushions he had set out, waiting, allowing him to do as he wanted. Max smiled to himself as he stroked his hands across her bum, mumbling appreciatively as he gently groped her cheeks, kneading her buns under his hands before spreading them apart, exposing her bejewelled accessory. With a grin, he let go of a cheek and put his thumb against the ruby at the base of the plug, gently jiggling the plug up and down. She made not a sound, but she clenched at the plug tight enough to stop him, making him give a chortle. He took the base of the plug between a few fingers, then gently began to withdraw it, trying less to pull it out of her and more to ease it free. She couldn’t help but keep squeezing, it seemed, and as her sphincter dilated anew around the bulb, she gave a quiet grunt of exertion.
He let it ease back inside, giving her a moment to relax and steady her breathing before trying again. This time, when he eased the plug back, her rosebud more readily yawned open, letting the plug quietly fall free. Gabby gave a tiny sigh, flexing the small gape of her pucker, making soft wet noises whenever her lubed sphincter fully closed then yawned back open. Max smiled from ear to ear as he dropped the plug to the bedding and reached out for the jar of lotion, casually remarking “I’ll give you a bit more cream, alright? That should keep you nice and slippery, for me.” “A-Alright...” She breathed, peering back over her shoulder at him. He popped off the lid of the jar, scooped a bit more of the creamy substance out on two fingers, and unabashedly brought them to his lover’s stretched pucker, easing his two keys into her lock to spread the lotion inside.
She gave a bit of a grunt at the sudden intrusion, clenching at him, but otherwise did nothing to dissuade him. She had to close her eyes and keep her breathing in check as he insistently slid his fingers back and forth, occasionally turning them to the side, occasionally wiggling them around inside her velvety catacombs. And to think, she had once felt fairly certain that he’d never do this, to her. She didn’t know whether to feel flattered or agitated that he was finally going for it. The flutter in her stomach spoke volumes, but she quashed that niggling little reaction and ignored it. When Max started spreading his fingers apart, her jaw tightened as she gave a grunt. He made it even worse a moment later by slipping one finger free, then replacing it with a digit on another hand. She instinctively knew what he was going to do, and it made her grab a cushion.
He watched her ring open further and further as he, slowly, uncharacteristically gently, pulled at either side of her sphincter, gently opening her wider and wider, stretching her out. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she gave a grunt, but otherwise took the not all that unpleasant sensation. The prior usage of the plug, combined with the lotion and his gentle touch, made her feel not a whole lot of anything in particular, actually, which was a bit of a surreal sensation, considering she was so used to backdoor shenanigans being something, well, strenuous. Instead, all she had to endure was the equally surreal sensation of her pucker legitimately opening up, exposing the interior of her naughtier depths to her man.
He grinned at the sight, fingers gently quaking as he held her sphincter open in a gape the size of a Septim, the tight ring of muscle gently attempting to contract and assume it’s normal shape, all the while. Eventually, however, he eased his fingers back together, letting her backdoor close shut. “There,” he mumbled, taking her by the hips as he came into position behind her. “I think you’re ready, now.” Ebon-blushing face partly buried in her cushion, a couple droplets of sweat running down her face, she tried to mumble something at him, but the cushion muffled her voice. He just chuckled. He eased his hips in until the tip of his cock, lubed up with a combination of her womanly lust and his own seed, came pushing up against her pucker. He barely needed to push. Just the slightest pressure had her confused sphincter yawning open to swallow him, and with all the lotion greasing her hinges, it was simply a matter of gliding into her snug depths.
Gabriella arched her back, the instant he started easing in. She shut her eyes and gave a trembling groan, into her pillow. Well, here it came. The first time he took her ass, ever. Sure, she had gotten prior experience with Sabrina, but there was a reason why she had always been reticent about him using her back there, and it wasn’t just because he was a monster in bed: Sabrina, alone, was a damn nightmare to handle, and he was a bit longer than her, a bit thicker than her. Ten fat inches up the ass wasn’t exactly her idea of a romantic morning tryst. But, if it was what he wanted, she couldn’t exactly say no...And, if he were a little more considerate of her feelings in the process, then...Maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible. Maybe he wouldn’t even bust her ass and leave her sleeping on her front, for a while. We live in hope.
Her brow gently furrowed as he pushed through her sphincter entirely, officially entering her plush rear, officially taking her rear door for the first time. The flutters in her stomach intensified as he gave a little groan and eased a few inches in. “Ohh, I can tell why Sabrina fucking loves bumping your ass, she wasn’t kidding when she said you were tight!” The blush raging in Gabriella’s face spread to her ears. She glanced off to the side, but didn’t remove her face from her cushion, not even to tell him off. Sabrina wasn’t going to get to say any of that kind of shit, anymore. From now on, this was only something for the two of them, something special between them. Backdoor access was forbidden to Sabrina. If he wanted to scoop out her tush, then his pet would have to step aside. She quietly moaned into her cushion, closing her eyes. This was only for them, now...
He slid in even deeper, gently rocking back and forth in the process. He kept his penetration relatively shallow, at first. He smiled as he watched her rosebud hug and cling to his sliding shaft as he pushed a good four or five inches into her, slowly and steadily rocking his hips back and forth, rhythmically skewering her tight little ass on his battering ram. He let her have that buffer period to get used to it, to settle in with his speed and depth, to relax her hole before he ramped up the pressure. He knew what he wanted from her, and he was going to get it, one way or another: a teary-eyed orgasm of explosive magnitude. When he started to speed up his thrusting, when he started feeding extra inches into unplundered depths, she gave a hard groan, arching her back harder, putting her ass up higher.
He grinned and rose from both knees to one, giving himself some extra height and leverage to keep his strokes measured, even as he despoiled her deeper. He chuckled and gave a thoughtful hum, then said “Hey, I think she likes it!...” She thrust an arm up behind herself and made a rude gesture at him, which had him breaking down into a laugh. She punished said laughter by clenching her ass as tight as she could, which didn’t stop him entirely, but nonetheless prompted a groan out of him. Slowly fucking her a little faster, he quietly asked “Did the plug help?...You can’t tell me it isn’t better than it usually is. C’mon, speak up.” She didn’t answer him. She just closed her eyes and gave a shuddering moan into her cushion, instead.
He furrowed his brow, a touch. With a grin, he came up on both feet, keeping low behind her in a squat. He threw his hands out, grabbed her arms by the elbows, and demanded “C’mon, let’s hear it!” Her eyes went as wide as saucers even before he pulled at her. He pulled her arms out behind herself, raising her face off of her cushion, pulling her chest right up off of the bedding. All at once, her torso was suspended up in the air, with him supporting her by using her arms like handlebars to fuck her with, holding her limbs back. The momentum of his new hold on her forced her body back against him until the final few inches of his cock crammed into the depths of her velvety backdoor, slapping her ass into his lap hard enough to break her resistance.
She shut her eyes and let out a long, harsh moan, which trailed off into a tense groan as he started thrusting again, his lap clapping into her fleshy bottom as he had his way with her. By Azura! Her ass! Ten fucking inches was just too much! It almost felt like he was poking her under her navel, for crying out loud! As he kept thrusting away at her, watching her hair gently swing as every pound home jolted her body forward, he grinned and demanded “C’mon! Is it better than usual?” She shut her eyes and groaned through bared teeth. She didn’t want to say it. He couldn’t make her! He growled with annoyance and pulled her up until her back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, sliding one hand down across her lap, the other up across her breasts.
He buried his mouth and nose into her hair, still firmly crushing his lap against her bottom, making love to her naughtier hole hard and deep. When he dropped his hand to her puffy slit and vigorously ran a fingertip across her clit, he demanded to hear her answer, and the quake that coursed through her body signalled the dismantling of her resistance. Between tense, begrudging moans of ecstasy, she groaned out “Yes...It’s easier, this time!...But, it was better before you got so rough!...Slow down a little, please!...I asked you to go easy on me, remember?...”
To her surprise, he rather promptly complied, slowing down his hips until he was more steadily pistoning himself through her tunnel. She gave a quiet sigh of relief, at that. This was better...But, that was only half the story. The other half was, she wanted them to take their time. She wasn’t about to admit that, fuck no. She’d never live it down. But, she had told them that they could take as long as they wanted, and if either of them finished too early, well...If this was going to be something special between them, they may as well take their time and do it right. They’d need time to work out the kinks, figure out how to do it best...Right?
She held his wrists as he held her body close, one hand still idly playing with her front even as he filled her rear. After a couple minutes of that unexpectedly tender lovemaking to a most lewd location, they silently returned to their initial positions. Gabriella eased her head back down to her cushion and hugged it close, relaxing with her hips up in the air, allowing her man to finish them both off. He stayed in his squat behind her, but he was slower in his thrusting now, a little less deep, feeding her a good six or seven inches of his pipe. They were silent as the end came near, sweat beading across their bodies. This was the first time they had done this together, after all, and even Maximus, perhaps in a moment of sentimentality, wanted it to be a little more...Special. Memorable.
He had told her he didn’t want to her hurt her, and he had meant it. Perhaps in more ways than one. She had to fight her eyes from rolling back into her head as the insistent massaging through her rear got her toes curling, forcing a wet pulsing to ache through her puffy quim. She was getting painfully close, and judging by the way his breathing was getting ragged, the way his thrusting was uncontrollably getting rougher, so was he. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in hasty pant after pant. She frowned and fought it, but when it happened, it was an eruption. She gushed, hard, spraying her watery girl-cum back against Maximus’ balls hard enough to make him shudder, and every time he pounded home, she just couldn’t help but give another spritz.
Her peach, blushing dark with need, sopping wet with her own cum, nectar, and his seeping seed, slowed down the waterworks just as he finally finished. With a harsh groan, he buried himself in almost as deep as he could go, then began to unload. She gave a couple gentle kicks with her legs, moaning loud and hard into her cushion, a couple tiny teardrops rolling from her eyes as the heat inside her abused ass bloomed. A load just as big as his first was dredged up from his balls and poured deep into her welcoming confines, shooting deep to paint her walls, each lance punctuated by a hard throb, a jump, in his timber, twitching through her hungry ass. As he rode down from the high of his climax, their love shack went silent, but for their heavy breathing. A contented smile came over Max as the warm afterglow crept up on him. Two was good enough...For now.
He slowly slid his cock out of her spasming depths, trying not to cause her discomfort as he slid his goopy prick out of her stretched, feebly clenching rump. He stroked his hand down her spine, petting the small of her back as his cock came free. Her dark star, helplessly yawning open, slowly began to burble white as she pushed some of his payload out, oozing cum to match the puffy lips peeking out, just below. He smiled a little, gave one of her cheeks a gentle pinch, and reassured her with a quiet “...Yeah, this ass is all mine...Sabrina can’t touch this, anymore. This is just between the two of us, now...” She gave a tiny, contented sigh, easing herself down to her chest, over the bed. “Good,” she sighed out. He grinned, at that.
A short while passed in silence. They lay on their sides with the cashmere blanket pulled up to their ribs, lightly spooning together. Max was behind her, one arm around her with the other under her waist. She hugged a cushion to her cheek, looking off at nothing in particular, lost in her thoughts as she watched the wall. They could hear the birds of Skyrim quietly chirping outside, trilling, singing their happy songs. The light in their love shack was dim, thanks to the curtains he had put up. Most importantly, however, the silence between them was comfortable. Although she hadn’t said a thing, he was smiling. She had eventually dropped her hand to the one he held her with and circled her fingers around his wrist. Not long after, she had raised her hand to his, holding him properly. It said more than she ever would with words.
Eventually, he slipped his hand up from her belly, prompting her to slowly let go of him. His smile widened as he gently brushed back her hair from the side of her neck, then teased her with a kiss near her ear, making her soft, warm body quiver against him. He grinned and joked “Up for another round? There’s still one hole left for me to cream, today.” “Ugh, you’re insatiable,” she sulked, earning a little chuckle from him. He kissed the side of her neck again, and this time, she gave a pleasant sigh in response. He delicately trailed his thumb down the side of her neck, across her chest, and back towards her stomach, where her hand found his, again. He gave a gentle sigh through his nose, steaming the back of her neck. “...I’m glad you’re finally back,” he admitted. “Don’t expect me to let you run off, again.”
He couldn’t see the smile that crept up on her face. She answered by rolling over, turning onto her other side. He eased down to his back as she cuddled up to his side, draping an arm across him to hold his far shoulder as she nuzzled the side of her face into the other. He smiled down at her and slipped his arm around her shoulders, gently stroking his other hand across her arm. Her eyes open only a crack, she murmured “...It’s good to be back, Max...” She tilted her head back to try and look at him, finding him smiling down at her, one eyebrow raised. She didn’t hide her smile from him. They both had the same thing on their minds. As he sat up a little, she pulled herself over, allowing the two of them to kiss.
They still had time. This could still be their love shack, a while longer. After weeks apart, they’d need to properly reacquaint themselves, especially if they were going to be together, again. She was finally free and clear of the Dark Brotherhood, and he could focus more of his attention on her without Forsworn or other lady friends to distract him. Things would be even better than they used to be...

(Author's Note - Hey, guys! Here’s another bonus for you, this one answering what seemed like an obvious question to me: What if Gabriella had never been fated to die? Why, the scenario in this chapter would occur, where the two lovers vow to stay together regardless of the occasional friction between them, regardless of the potential danger, and go on to make sweet, sweet (rough) love. :D It makes for a much happier future for them both. I’m also very happy to announce a pin-up to accompany this chapter, an awesome picture of Gabriella by Bolondteri which will be coming out simultaneously! :) Show some love, guys! Here's the link :)
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/bolondteri/459442/Gabriella--The-Forsworn-Retribution
It’s a great representation of Gabriella as Max tosses her the plug to put in. :D
Of course, with the events of Elder Scrolls 5, Gabriella is canonically destined to perish in the Penitus Oculatus assault, but this was a fun What-if, and if you guys prefer this ending for the two, well, you’re not alone. :D I have a couple more ideas for bonus scenes, as well as a couple inspiring requests, but as always, if you guys have anything you’d like to see, feel free to shoot me a request and let me know! Did you enjoy seeing this slice of romance between Max and Gabby? Hot and cold, human and elf...They’ve always been a cute couple, when they aren’t butting heads and insulting each other. :D This time, we got to see them act a little more warmly, with each other. Max even finally took Gabby’s backdoor, all for himself! It’s just too bad they’re both too proud and stubborn to say a few specific little words, huh? Maybe they don’t need to say them, though. Maybe they already know. Maybe it just shows in what they do.
See you guys in the next one! :) )
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