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The Tenth Hold	By : Singalmo Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 23706 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seved had perhaps underestimated just how much trouble he and Lydia could get into in the span of a few weeks. He was thankful to Mirabelle that Lydia had been allowed to stay with him at the college. Lydia, for her part, had been quite happy to observe. She had no real talent of her own, but the use of staves and scrolls was much simpler for her, and she did manage to master a couple of simpler spells, like the ward Tolfdir had taught the day they’d arrived. Most of all she had enjoyed the Arcanaeum and the sheer number of books there. She was, of course, respectful of its keeper and took good care of the books as she read through them. Seved progressed quite well with his studies in those few weeks, increasing his knowledge and skill with each of the schools, and frequently consulting with the various mages there about alchemy. They encouraged him to experiment and see what happened, but would also give him hints as to what things went well together and what would simply produce a useless mess.

Seved still had good long breaks in his lessons, which he used to great advantage. He and Lydia would go into the surrounding countryside and take care of problems for the locals. Seved used them as practice time for some of his spells. The Dwemer ruins were particularly fascinating to both of them and had been both exciting and terrifying to delve into. It had also made them both quite a hefty sum of money in the process. Some of which Seved invested in spell books and alchemical ingredients, and some into his time at the forge, making better armor for himself and for Lydia, as well as good weapons.

At long last, the end of the term had come and it would be a month before the next term would start. Seved and Lydia made their way back to Whiterun to rest a bit from their adventures. At least, that was the excuse Seved gave. Lydia needed the break more than he did, and he was growing stronger by the day.

Now he sat at a table in the Bannered Mare, relaxing with good mead and good music. Saadia was once again seeing to him every few minutes and had been quite happy to hear what he’d been up to. Seved, however, had other things on his mind. He let his gaze linger on her longer than was necessary, particularly her cleavage. He knew she noticed.

“See something you like,” she asked him, smirking.

“I see quite a bit I like.” He smirked back at her. “I’m wondering if I could convince you to let me see a bit more.”

“Are you implying what I think you are?” She raised an eyebrow. It sent up a red flag in the back of his mind. There was definitely something off about her.

“Only if you are willing.” He smiled. “I don’t think Hulda would appreciate me trying to take advantage of any of you ladies.”

“No, she wouldn’t. And she’s tougher than she looks.”

“She’s a Nord. She should be.” He smirked. “You’re hesitant. I’m sure you get men asking you the same thing all the time.”

“I do.” She nodded, smirking. “I’m not on the menu.”

“I’m not asking to pay for an hour of fun, Saadia.” He sipped his mead. “I’m asking if you want to have some well deserved fun once you’re done for the evening.” It was not uncommon for men to proposition barmaids. It was also not uncommon for some of them to prostitute themselves for a little extra coin on the side. Usually the owner would take a small cut in such cases. Seved, however, knew how to tell the difference between the whores and the more honest women. He watched Saadia consider his offer.

“Let me think about it.” She chewed at her lower lip. Now that was more like a proper barmaid’s behavior. She was a good actor, but not perfect. Seved wanted to know why. A plan formed quickly in his mind and he put it to action. He finished his mead and stood up, ready to hand the empty mug to Saadia. As he went to hand it to her, his other hand reached up to take her chin. He was not forceful, not overly so, but just enough for this to work. He kissed her softly and let the tip of his tongue tease her lips. He smirked as he let her go. She was holding the empty mug now.

“I’ve already paid for a room tonight since I didn’t want to stumble home drunk. If you want more of that, then you know exactly where I’m going to be, Saadia. It’s your decision.” He slid past her and picked up a bright red apple from the bowl on the table as he went. He slipped a few coins onto the bar and glanced to the side in time to see Olfina toss him a fresh bottle of Black-Briar Reserve, which he caught rather deftly. “Good toss, Olfina!” He grinned at the woman as he made his way up to the room he’d rented. The aggressive Nord woman had grown on him a bit, and frankly he hoped that she and Jon got together. They were well suited to one another.

Seved sat on the balcony of his room, which overlooked the tavern proper, enjoying his bottle of Black-Briar Reserve. He had managed to nurse it over the course of an hour and it was nearly empty when he noticed Saadia’s movement. She hadn’t gone back to the kitchen where the steps to her room was. She’d come to the steps which led up to the rooms for rent. He settled back in his chair and smiled. Sure enough, a few moments later, he heard a knock at his door. He downed the last of the mead and set the empty bottle on the table, beside the apple core, and then got up to answer the door. He was not surprised to see Saadia there.

“On one condition,” she said softly, holding a finger to his lips, “start slow. It’s... been a while since I went to bed with anyone.”

“Not a problem.” He smiled and gently pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind them. “No one’s sure who’s bigger anyway, Nords or Redguards.” He turned and crossed to the balcony door, shutting it as well. Saadia snorted lightly but smiled.

“You’re a curious man.” She crossed to the bed slowly.

“And you’re a curious woman.” He smirked as he joined her there, pulling her into his arms. “I want to know why.” He grinned and pulled her into a kiss. She was surprised by his strength, but yielded to it, slipping her arms around him as he held her against him. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth to toy with her own as his hand wandered to the lacings of her bodice, slowly untying and loosening the garment. She tugged at his tunic, sliding it out of his belt in order to get her hands up under it. He grinned at her, breaking the kiss long enough to remove the garment. Seved’s upper body was not without its small share of scars, and Saadia seemed fascinated. She ran her fingers over each in turn.

“That one was from a pirate, my very first voyage from Anvil to the Summerset Isles.” He smiled, letting her explore. “And that one was from a foolish thief that tried to cut my pursestrings. That one came from a skooma dealer that wanted to teach me a lesson, I cut his throat. And that one... that one was a bar fight in the Imperial City.” He grinned at that one. “Wiry little Breton thought he had me. I knocked him out with my tankard.”

“You’ve seen your fair share of scrapes, then.” She smirked.

“I have, yes.” He smiled and hooked his fingers under the lower edge of her bodice. “Your turn.” He grinned as he helped her out of it. He turned his head and leaned down to kiss her neck. She shivered as he wrapped his arms around her.

“D-don’t stop!” She gasped, baring her throat for him. He kissed her neck and along her collarbone, clearly having found the right spot to stimulate at that moment. Women took more time to warm up than men did, but he rather enjoyed that warmup. Made things easier later. He felt her relax more as he worked and he reached for the buttons at the back of her skirt, loosening the garment to let it fall to the floor. It was followed by his belt and he kicked off his boots as he guided her over to the bed, laying her down slowly and crawling on top of her, never taking his attention away from her neck and collarbone. She slid her arms around him, her hands wandering over his back and sides.

“Saadia...” He let out a deep, husky whisper as he shivered a little. He gently sucked on her neck as his own hands began to wander over her body, her thighs and hips in particular. He heard her start to pant a little and he grinned, kissing his way lower, toward her cleavage. He slid his hands under her shirt and slid upward, pulling back long enough to remove the garment from her. “Beautiful.” He grinned and cupped her breasts in his hands, scooting lower to leave little sucking kisses over her breasts, finishing with a little bit harder suck on her nipples. He knew it then, without going further. She was no common woman. He kissed his way down her stomach, fingers hooking into her panties and pulling them down slowly as he went.

“What are you-- OH!” She moaned in surprise as he buried his face between her legs, suckling at her clit. He paused every so often to slip his tongue into her, lapping slowly before returning his attention to that little button. She writhed beautifully before him as he worked, flicking his tongue more rapidly across her clit, making her moan louder and finally start to spasm in that tell-tale manner. He grinned, finally pulling back and kissing his way back up to her neck. He kicked off his pants and kept her legs spread apart, stroking her thighs as he rubbed his erect manhood against her nethers. She moaned softly at that, her arms locking onto his shoulders.

“Do you want it, Saadia?” He grinned, whispering into her ear. “Tell me... Tell me what you want...”

“Please,” she whimpered, “Seved, take me!” She clawed lightly at his shoulders as he slowly rubbed his erection against her, teasing her.

“As you wish.” He grinned and pulled back slowly, adjusting his position, and then just as slowly began to push into her. “By Dibella, you are a hot little thing!” He grunted as he finally sheathed himself fully into her, gently pressing his hips into hers. Soft and wet and hot. He began to thrust slowly, listening to her moans. He held her close, caressing her as he took her, paying attention to the sounds she made, the way she moved, speeding up and slowing down when she wanted it, thrusting harder or more gently when her body begged for it. He looked between them occasionally, admiring the way her ebony body looked against his much paler form. He kissed and sucked on her neck as he worked, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. By the Nine this woman was delightful to fuck. It hadn’t taken long to turn her from a proper woman into a properly moaning little whore. He loved that about women. Get them warmed up, primed and ready, and you can take them for hours at a time and by the end of it you’re both tired and happy. Even the most prudish noblewoman has this beautiful, base, common slut in her somewhere. He felt himself draw closer and grunted, thrusting harder now, more savagely. She moaned louder in response and he adjusted his angle slightly to hit the right spot. He grinned, watching her and feeling her orgasm for him, unable to contain herself. He roared with his own climax, thrusting savagely into her and finally burying himself deep into her as he finished. He kept his hips tight against hers, propping himself up on his elbows as he panted hard, grinning at her. Slowly, he wrapped her in his arms and rolled over gently, pulling her on top of him. It felt so much better to finally have a woman in his arms again.

“Seved,” she whispered softly, “please tell me there’s more where that came from.” She rested her head on his chest, wiggling her hips a little to feel him inside of her as he slowly grew flaccid.

“Give me a few minutes and there will be.” He grinned, panting softly.

“I mean more than just tonight...”

“You know where Breezehome is?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“That’s my home.” He smiled and gently stroked her back. “You’re welcome to come whenever you like.”

“Promise you’ll come here, too?” She smiled up at him.

“I promise.” He smiled and caressed her gently, letting her rest on top of him. “And I’m not kidding about giving me a few minutes.”

“I know.” She grinned. “I want to see that famous Nord stamina at work.”

“You little minx!” He grinned and smacked her ass hard, holding it in his hand and squeezing gently. “Oh the things I am going to do to you, woman.” He kissed her deeply before she could respond. He wasn’t going to get much sleep that night, and if he had his way, neither was she.
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