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Six � Into My Arms

I have never excelled at careful.
I was not concerned that no Daedric Lord would help me
knowing that I was at war against Mehrunes Dagon:� they are not a united pantheon like the
Divines, and there are rivalries and feuds enough between them.� But I had taken Martin�s warning to heart � the poor darling! What in the world had ever
driven him toward Molag Bal? � and
it only added to the misgivings I�d already had about the Daedric Lords in
general.
As he had done, I decided I would have to start with the
most harmless, Azura.� Happily she was also
the easiest to find, as there were books that gave the site of her outdoor
shrine in the east.� The Queen of
Twilight spoke to me through her image as if she were a living woman:� her voice was distant, as if she called to me
from the opposite end of a long hallway, but it was a real voice.� I never quite got used to that.� She accepted my offering and granted me a
quest, which much impressed and slightly perturbed her followers, many of whom
had passed years there without her direct notice.� She awarded me with a beautiful gem that
could fuel any number of enchantments without being destroyed.
And there it began.� I
looked at the lovely thing, and instead of hurrying back to Martin with my
prize, I started to contemplate how very useful it would be to me in protecting
him.� I decided that I would see if I
could find another Lord willing to favor me, and find Martin some other tool,
and keep this one for myself.
I sought out Meridia, who loves life and had been a favorite
of my people:� she gave me a powerful
chameleon ring that, again, seemed too useful to part with. �Infinitely helpful to
someone who liked not to be seen.�
I went to quiet Nocturnal and gained the key to every lock, precious to
me both as a treasure hunter and as a spy for the Emperor.
This is how it was.�
This is the way of things with the Daedric Lords.
I never thought to question why every Daedric Lord was
willing to speak with me, but I could tell I was losing my focus.� I was not familiar enough with daedric ways
to protect my mind � and that was only going to become more important if I
meant to keep Dagon at bay.� I went back
to the University to deepen my studies, only to find myself enmeshed in the
Guild�s troubles with its banished necromancers.� I did what I could to help bring that under
control, and then, fearing the lost time, moved on again.
I could not say what brought me to the feet of Mephala, even
knowing she had been Martin�s rescuer.�
Her reputation is both dire and ambiguous, and she had not been high on
my list.� And yet�and yet, there I stood
at the base of her statue, looking up at the garland of skulls around her neck,
nightshade flowers in my hand.
Echoing laughter rolled out of the stone.� �Welcome home, Methusiele, my little
web-spinner!� she rasped.
Methusiele made
something itch in the back of my mind.�
�Why do you call me this?�
�It�s your name,� said the voice, strangely casual.� �Well, or it was, the last time I sent
you.� I lose track of the time.� No, you�re right, it
was Methusiele when I sent you to betray the Ayleids to the pogrom.� Now you�re Tintaviel, aren�t you?�
I dropped the flowers and stared up at her slack jawed.� �I�.��
There were no words.� �I have
always been Tintaviel.�
�Don�t be absurd.� No
one is always anything.� But just now
you�re Tintaviel, and you�re helping the dragonspawn and Dagon develop their
lovely war.� And that�s good.� So I�ll help you again.�� Another harsh laugh.� �I mean, it�s the whole reason I dropped you
in that dungeon in the first place, so you could foment this war.� And now that you�re listening to me we shall
have wondrous fun together.�
I lost track of her words for a few moments after that.� She kept speaking, but I was lost in the
swimming sensation caused by trying to grasp what she�d already told me.� It was nonsense.� But I didn�t remember my life before the
Emperor came to my cell.� Methusiele was an Ayleid name�and I had
taken so quickly to that lore, those ruins.�
And especially to�.
�Moranda,� I whispered.
�Of course Moranda!� she snapped.� �But pay attention!�
She wanted me to rekindle a feud between two families by
assassinating their respective heads.�
For this she would give me a dagger.
That snapped me back to clarity:� it was too like another offer I was still
trying to forget.� �I am no assassin.�
�Tsk.� If you say so.� Well,
then, you�ll just have to give the boy one of your other trinkets, or go and
get one from someone else.� And they
don�t all love you like I do, you know.�
But you�ll come back home in the end, little mer.� All roads lead to me.�
I left shaken, feeling I understood why Martin had ended his
acquaintance with the Daedric Lords after a talk with Mephala.
Moranda.� Betrayal to the pogrom.� Traitor to your own kind.
Still!� I had to find
another Daedric Lord that would not ask something of me more terrible than I
could fulfill, and I was running out of options.� I thought of Sanguine, who had been Martin�s
favorite.� Drunken,
orgiastic Sanguine.� The image
again of Martin as he would have been then, eyes alight with desire, his dark locks
brushing against his bare shoulders, full lips touching � never mind what they
were touching.� I banished the thought
with a will.
Sanguine.� At least it might be some fun.
I never learned what exactly Martin had done to earn
Sanguine�s favor, but what I was asked for was only an elaborate prank on the
Countess of Leyawiin.� It was raining,
naturally, when I arrived in freshly-bought finery to crash a party she was
holding for some ladies of her court.�
When one is the Hero of Kvatch one can show up unexpected to a party.
Have I said that I fancied things above my station?� That night ended it.� They were as dreadful a lot as I would ever
encounter, every gesture false, every word a concealed dose of venom, and the
Countess herself was the worst of all.� I
hoped for something awful as I whispered the spell Sanguine had taught me.
What I got was an
excellent view of the naked flesh of many of the finest ladies in Leyawiin,
including that of the Countess, who was shaved, and who carried the faint marks
of the lash on her back.� They flailed
around in dismay, and I was laughing hysterically when I realized that the
guards were rushing in and gaining a rather good view of me, as I had not been absolved of the effect.� The shock to their sense of propriety did not
give me much of a lead, and I ended up back in prison clothes.

Happily, I was less famous in Leyawiin than elsewhere, and the embarrassed court hushed everything up quickly.� So there were no tales of the Naked Hero of
Kvatch to contend with.
On the day they released me it rained, naturally, and I went
back to the shrine sopping wet.� They had
all of my things there waiting for me.
Sanguine laughed at his joke.� �I�m glad you enjoyed it.� I wanted you to loosen up a little.� Here, take the staff.� I know it�s for Martin.� Give him a message for me?� Tell him to stop being an idiot and get on
with it.�
I had no idea what that was about.� But indeed it was the thing I planned to give
Martin, because I had no intention of ever purposely summoning the daedra,
which was the staff�s purpose.
But in all my roving I had also acquired the last Ancestor,
and I thought it would be a quick matter to deliver it to Umbacano.� He was very excited to complete the set, and
paid me handsomely, which I thought confirmed that our business was
finished.� But then he got very urgent
about an Ayleid crown that had shown up in the collection of a rival, and he
wanted me to buy or steal it from her.�
I went to meet with her, as she also lived in the Imperial City.�
I was not inclined to steal the crown from a living and innocent person,
nor she to sell it:� and when she talked
about the particularly gruesome Ayleid king to whom it had belonged, we both
felt a little uneasy about Umbacano�s fascination with it.� She sent me after another similar crown for
him from another ruin, Lindai, which she assured me was not very far away.� I obligingly went and fetched it, thinking
that would be the end of it.�
When I took Lindai�s crown back to Umbacano, he accepted the
substitution readily enough, and then insisted that I escort him at once to
Nenelata, the ruin from which the real crown had come.� Not too far, he said, just down near
Bravil.� He must conduct this phase of
his research personally, with my experienced assistance, and he must do it
now.� He was adamant, and an
uncharacteristic ferocity was in his eyes.
So I went, being, I suppose, bad at refusals.� He went actually wearing the crown, which I
mistook for eccentricity.� I cleared the
site for him easily enough, and he asked to be escorted to the throne
room.� There he sat, and began to intone
half-familiar Ayleid words of magic and rule, and liches poured out toward him
from everywhere.
He did not want to study an Ayleid king, he wanted to be one.�
By the Nine.
But it was the wrong crown to control them, and the magic
turned against him, and he screamed and collapsed.� Leaving me to deal with the
liches.� A
joyous day.
When I had laid all the undead things back to rest, I
returned to the throne to regard the charred remnants of the little old Altmer
who had always seemed so amiable, whose spirit would now haunt one of the ruins
with which he had been so fascinated.
There, now.� I was
standing over the wreckage of a nascent Ayleid rule that I had ruined.� Did it feel familiar?
That was not a productive line of thought.� I finally made my way back to Cloud Ruler
Temple.� To my great relief, there were no gates to
Oblivion to be seen around Bruma.� I
dared to think that it was because I had put that great a dent in their
numbers.
Martin was in the main hall, where his study had expanded to
the space of several tables, all littered with books.� He was looking back and forth among several
of them and making notes when I arrived.
�I used to think that this kind of knowledge was the thing I
wanted most in the world,� he said before looking up.� �Had I but known the truth, I could have
saved myself years of grief.�� Then he
realized who I was, and rose to his feet smiling.� �I�m glad to see you.� Were you successful?�
�Yes.� I have the Rose
for you.�
He raised his eyebrows at me.� �Really!�� He looked around the room to where Jauffre,
Baurus, and a few other Blades were all watching us.� �I think I would prefer to discuss it in
private.�� He touched a hand to my elbow
and gently nudged in the direction of the private wing, and I complied, trying
to ignore Jauffre�s furrowing brows.
He closed what there was of a door behind us, crossed to his
desk, and leaned against it, facing me.�
�I thought we would be better off away from Jauffre�s disapproval if we
are going to end up talking about Sanguine.�
Let me see it.�� I pulled the
short staff from my bag, and he cradled it in his hands, staring at it.� �I never thought to see it again.� I won it once myself.�� He placed it gently on the desk behind him
and turned toward me again.� �It�s a good
choice � a few less daedra summoned into this world at a time when we are
trying to keep them out.� I hope you
didn�t have to do anything�too distasteful for it?�
�Nothing I�m ashamed to report.� I embarrassed the Countess of Leyawiin.�
He laughed.� But then
he looked aside to where I had put down the bag, regarded it for a moment, then
raised one palm toward it just a fraction, in what I recognized as an aid to
sensing magicka.� He turned back to me
with more concern.� �It�s not the only
quest you took on for the Daedric Lords.�
�I�m all right.� I
didn�t get in over my head, and I�m done with them.�� A pause, a pointed look
between us.� �I�m sure.�� He relaxed a little, and I realized I was not
quite finished after all.� �Sanguine
wanted a message given to you.�
His eyes opened wide at that.� �Oh my.� I�m not sure I should hear it.�� He breathed sharply, closing his eyes as he
did so.� �Akatosh guides me.� I am strong in my faith.�� His eyes opened again.� �Tell me.�
�He said to stop being an idiot and get on with it.�
To this Martin said nothing.�
He brought his hands down to his sides and took hold of the desk behind
him.� He was turning white.
�What?� I cried, alarmed.�
�Is it something bad?�� What was
he talking about?
�You ask that?�� We
regarded each other in mutual bewilderment.�
A trace of color came back to his cheeks but he did not quite relax, and
his voice dropped to a whisper.�
�Heavenly Father, is it that simple?�
Do you just not know?� He was
talking about you.�
Had I really complained that the Temple was always cold?� I was burning.
�I really thought you knew,� he said.� �I thought it was why you stayed away so
long.� I thought you were avoiding me.�
�Oh no.�� I must be crimson by now.� �That wasn�t it at all.�� I swallowed hard, and the rest of the words
came out.� �If I were ever to avoid you, that would not be the reason.�
He had fixed his azure gaze on my collarbone.� �Ah.�
Then I suppose it may do no harm to tell you that I have wanted you
since before we left Kvatch.�� The
faintest tremor had come into his voice.
�Really?�� I reflected back on it and realized how
stupid I had made myself about how men behaved.�
If I had not closed myself off after the disaster with Claude, I would
have seen it.
�Yes.� Very much.�� His
knuckles were turning white as he tightened his grip on the side of the desk, because � there was no mistaking it now that I knew �
he was trying to hold himself back from mischief.� �From the beginning.� The night we shared the tent, you asked me
what thoughts kept me awake, and I said Jauffre
because I thought it inappropriate to say I
am wondering what you taste like.�
I felt unsteady on my feet.
�You have left me a lot of time to wonder since.� In fact,� and now
his fingers clenched even tighter, �in fact, if you do not leave me right now,
I am going to insist on finding out.�
Without any conscious intent to move I took a step toward
him.� His eyes snapped up to mine and
locked, and he whispered, �I am not joking, Tavi,� his voice raw with tones I
had been daydreaming into it while I�d been gone.
I stepped forward again.�
On the next step he caught me by the waist and closed his mouth over
mine.� I swooned into him, pulled him
toward me by the shoulders.� His lips
were full and soft, his kisses insisting but not forcing, drawing out the
response he wanted by degrees, coaxing my tongue into meeting his.� A skillful child of
Sanguine.
I wanted to rip everything away and rut wildly with him on
the floor, and I thought I felt the same intensity reflected back, but he would
not be rushed.� He brought up a hand to
stroke across my throat, then cupped it behind my head
to hold me in the kiss.� The other hand
sought out the fastenings to the wizard�s robe I had finally taken to wearing,
then began to slowly explore the flesh beneath it.� I�d started to feel the chill of the room
again, and that intensified the heat of his palm against my skin.� I fumbled to get his robe open, to get my
hands onto his smooth chest.� I felt the
smile on his lips as they moved down my jaw toward my ear.� He gave a low, contented hum, and it made me
desperate for him.
He kicked his shoes off, and I followed suit.� He took slow steps toward the bed, without
breaking the kiss, gently urging me backward.�
Without effort his hands slid under the robe at my shoulders and pushed
it down and away from me, and I dropped my arms for a moment to be free of it.� Both his hands swept upward again, over the
hips and around to my breasts.� He
suffered me to open his robe and take it from him, but returned quickly to his
caresses as I opened the pants he wore under the robe.� He stepped free of them as I pushed them
down, and as soon as they were gone, he pushed me down onto the bed by the
shoulders.
That put me at eye level with his shaft, and without
thinking I took it into my mouth, stroking its length eagerly with my
tongue.� He breathed in through his teeth
and twined the fingers of one hand into my hair, clutching me to him,
encouraging the rhythm in which I began to suck and release as I took him back
further into my throat.� Suddenly he
pulled me away from him and gazed down at me.�
His eyes were no longer a priest�s eyes.�
He bent down and kissed me with a vehemence he had not allowed himself
before, threw me onto my back by the hair, and joined me on the bed.
He was lean, faintly muscular in the way of a man who was
fit but not obsessed with his shape.� His
hair fell down into his face as he bowed to kiss me again, and one warm hand
traced slowly down along the length of my body.�
His mouth began to follow.� As he
kissed his way down my neck he lifted one of my breasts toward him, gently
hefted it a couple of times as if pleased by its weight.� His lips reached the nipple and enfolded it,
and then sucked with slowly growing intensity.�
I rolled my head back and gasped, but he brought his free hand up to
cover my mouth, and paused to grace me with a playful grin.
�Not too loud, now.�
Remember the walls.� Wards can
only do so much.�� With that he returned
to his work, and I bit my lip against making any noise.
He began to kiss my stomach, reaching down to push my legs
further apart.� He�d regained the
composure he had nearly lost, and now he loitered unbearably against reaching
the spot we both knew was his goal.� He
kissed down the inside of one thigh and then up the other, and then down again
only to stop just shy of the mark and nibble, just slightly.� I writhed in protest with one fist clenched
against my mouth and the other clutching the pillow behind me.
That pleased him.� At
last he touched the tip of his tongue delicately against the pearl where my
lips met, slow and maddeningly gentle, as if more would have crushed it.� I rolled my hips toward him, less violently than
I felt inclined to because he had pinned my legs in place with his arms.� Finally, finally
he brought his mouth down to kiss and lick properly, and again began the
gradual build with which he seemed to delight in torturing me.
I fought but could not keep myself from whimpering as the
waves of sensation swept through me.� He
ignored the first two incidents, but on the third a hand strayed upward from my
thigh, glowing faintly blue, and the sound died in my throat.� Silenced.
And then he was merciless. �His fingers entered me, and as they moved he
sucked at last with all the ardor I had wanted, only I
could not tell him so because my voice was gone.� I had to content myself with pounding my
fists against the mattress, throwing pillows, and writhing uncontrollably.� Everything began to dissolve into one
trembling pulse, one great bolt of energy �
I felt my voice come back as I was screaming, and horrified
back into awareness, I gulped it back into my throat.� The sound that escaped was a high, strangled squeak.
He laughed.� �I should
have cast a longer version, I suppose.�
By way of wiping the juices from his face he lavished more
kisses on my thighs and my stomach as he positioned himself to take me.� I felt his hardened flesh press against mine
and then into it.� His eyes rolled back a
little and closed, and with a happy sigh that melted my heart he began to move.� I brought my arms under his to pull him
upward, encourage him to come deeper.� I
rocked my hips in time with him.
Even now he was slow and measured � although it was becoming
a struggle for him, I could tell by how his muscles tensed and worked against
him. His breath was becoming jagged.� He
wanted to go so much harder than he would allow himself, wanted to ravish me,
wanted to be for that moment the man who had trafficked in flesh with Daedric
Lords.
I touched his face, and he turned it to kiss my palm
fiercely.� Two hard thrusts, and then he
slowed again, measuring his breaths, eyes alight.� The restraint itself was becoming part of the
build for him, and I decided to let it be.
He took the lobe of my ear gently between his teeth, let it
go again, licked it instead.� �Tavi,� he whispered.
That was more divine than anything, hearing his voice while
he was inside me.� �Say something else.�
He chuckled a little.�
�What do you want me to say?�
�Anything,� I pleaded, caressing his back.
�You�re beautiful.��
He grazed across my neck.� �I love
you.�� Then his pace quickened, and he
would say nothing else.� He filled me and
held me and soon even the loss of his voice was nothing, because we were joined
together, and there was nothing to be said that his body could not tell me.
There is a thing that sometimes happens to people in a deep
passion � not always even a sexual one � where for a moment all the wounds and
shadows of Mundus fall away from them and only the shining soul is
visible.� That was what I saw in
Martin.� His face relaxed and his eyes
took on a seer�s haze.� He was beauty,
and then he was light, and then we trembled together and were still.
We lay there tangled together for some time before my head
cleared enough to realize that I ought to leave.� Auri-El only knew how long I had been there,
and what the Blades who had seen us leave together were
thinking.
Martin seemed nearly asleep, a
thing I had learned was rare enough.� I
tried to get up without waking him, but failed.�
He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back down to the bed at
once.� �Where are you going?�
As silly as it sounds, I blushed.� �I have a cot.�
�You have a bed.� I
meant for you to stay, unless you will not.�
�Did you?�� Did you mean it?� Those things you said?
He seemed to read my thought, and frowned
a little, offended.� �You took it for
pillow talk.� Should I not have meant
it?� Do you not love me back?�
Oh, by the very gods.�
I�d gone to Oblivion and back for him before I�d even known him.� I had no romantic hyperbole big enough to
apply that wasn�t already real.� �I love
you back.�
He smiled and it was sunshine.� �Then stay.��
He pulled me back into his embrace and sighed peacefully into my hair.� I relaxed into his arms, glad almost beyond
bearing that he had insisted.
And yet I couldn�t leave well enough alone.� �Only Jauffre will be very unhappy, I think.�
His eyes sparkled, and for the first time I saw in him,
among his many other facets, a man who knew he would soon rule the world.� �I don�t answer to Jauffre.� Jauffre answers to me.�
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