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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gwen awoke the next morning feeling hungrier, and hornier, than usual. She went down to the dining room, where food was always laid out for members of the guild, and made a plate of fruit, cheese, and bread for herself. The meal tasted wonderful, as usual, but once one of her cravings was taken care of, she knew she had to find someone to satisfy her other morning urges.
      “Hmm, who do I fancy today? Another Imperial guard for an early fuck, or should I let one of the usual members bed me for awhile?” the young elf thought out loud. There was no one else in the house at that hour, so it was safe to voice her thoughts, but that also meant she had to go hunting for a man.
      She left the house, taking a walk through the Waterfront District, searching for a likely candidate while her libido grew with every step. She caught sight of a guardsman just getting off his shift, and made her way towards him. Just as she had done with the soldier the day before, she took an expensive looking silver cup out of one of the many crates littering the waterfront docks. She noted the box it was taken out of, intent on returning it when she was finished. She did not try to hide her motions, letting the guard see her take it, waiting for him to begin the chase.
      She took two steps away from the container, turning and staring at the soldier with a smile, who looked confused for a moment, then realized the crates had the Imperial seal stamped on them, and started after her.
      “Halt thief!” he shouted, his boots pounding on the flagstones. Gwen had chosen an area far enough away from any other guard stations that she would only have to deal with the one man following her, so she led him between the buildings, away from the prying eyes of the ship folk and beggars that called the district home. She stopped in the middle of the dark, dusty passage she had run down, trying to appear winded, and made to escape just as the guard caught up with her. “Thought you could get away, didn’t you dark elf? Well, I might not be as agile as you, dunmer, but I can keep up with the fastest of the bosmers, if need be. Now, hand over the goods, or pay the fine,” the guard said, turning her to face him.
      Gwen took a closer look at the large, burly soldier bearing down on her. He was a nord, from his build, facial features, and rough sounding speech. Nords were known for their toughness in battle, and their amazing resistance to the cold, but she wondered how this one would be between her legs. She would find out soon enough, she thought excitedly.
      “Oh, you’re here for this little thing?” Gwen asked idly, twirling the cup on her index finger. The guard made to grab for it, but she snatched it away, smiling wickedly. “So, you want it that badly? Well, maybe I can pay my fine in a different manner,” she grinned with a husky lilt to her voice, badly wanting to satisfy her needs.
      “You-you can’t mean,” the nord stammered, unwilling to believe the young woman would so easily give herself over to him. He saw the lust filled look in her eyes and swallowed hard. “I am a man of the law, and I uphold it to the fullest, you wanton elf!” he shouted, trying to convince her as well as himself. She used a low grade charm spell on him, to ease his feelings about the situation. She needed gratification, and would not be denied so hastily. “Well, I suppose no one will find out about this. You gonna keep quiet, elf?” he asked briskly.
      “My lips are sealed,” she replied in a low growl, already undoing the laces of her shirt, her hands going to the tops of his breeches immediately, not caring about the greaves that impeded her progress. The armor was removed with haste as her hands found his desire for her. She began stroking it as his hands went to her breasts, massaging the flesh and then his mouth was on one of her nipples, and she moaned her pleasure, then knelt in front of him, sucking him into her mouth to get him even harder. She rose and kissed him roughly, the embrace full of fire, feeling herself picked up and thrust against the wall as he plunged his cock into her. Gwen was relieved that this nord would not disappoint.
      “Yeah, fuck me fuck me, make me cum!” she screamed into his neck as she buried her face there, feeling more full than she had in weeks. He grunted as he rutted into her, kissing her neck and shoulder roughly as he came close to his climax. She felt on the edge of hers and tried to buck into him, but pinned against the wall and off the ground as she was, she had little leverage to use to her advantage. The soldier felt her trying to move against him and set a ravaging pace that sent her head back in a silent scream of ecstasy, knowing she could not alert any other guards to their presence.
      “Oh, fuck yeah, the little dark elf is enjoying herself?” the guard asked in a playful, taunting voice. His tone held a tense note, however, since he was still building to his own orgasm. All Gwen could do was moan in assent and drool, feeling completely spent by the powerful shockwaves that rocked her body. The guard chuckled, a deep sound that sent aftershocks through her system, which put him over the edge. He shook as he spurted into her, holding onto her tightly, even as he came down from his high. He kissed her tenderly, something she had not expected from the encounter, and she had to act quickly or he might try to get her name next.
      “That was amazing,” she said, still feeling the pleasurable after effects of cumming so hard. “I believe I should be going now, and I assume you have other places you need to be,” she said, slipping away from him. “Oh, and don’t worry about the cup, I’ll return it myself.”
“I’m afraid you still have to turn over your stolen goods, um, I didn’t get your name,” the nord said, holding his hand out for the item as he pulled his greaves back into place, hoping to get more information out of the attractive dunmer.
      “My name is not necessary, and neither is yours,” the girl said as he attempted to interrupt her. “You needn’t worry about any stolen items, or me. You were a very wonderful partner, I must say, better than I’ve had in awhile, but alas, I don’t think we would be too compatible. Now, I’ll take my leave, and you can get back to whatever you were doing before our little tryst,” she finished, throwing her memory altering spell over him.
      His eyes changed instantly from imploring to blank. The spell seemed to take longer than usual to work, but he was a big fellow, she thought idly, then it finally did its magic, and he said, “Oh, hello citizen. What am I—?” he searched the alley, wondering why he was there, then seemed to remember what he had been about to do when getting off his shift. “Oh yes, the main city’s down that way,” he said, although something in his mind still nagged at him as he looked at the dark elf gazing almost expectantly at him. There was an odd, extra smell to the alley, and he had no idea how he had arrived there.
      “I was showing you a shortcut, from that end of the district,” the elf said, smiling up at him and waving farewell.
      “Oh, thank you. Good day,” the nord said, making his way out from between the buildings. He turned to look back at where the dunmer had been standing, but she was gone, as if she had been a dream that had faded away, leaving too quickly for him to grasp.
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