Temptress
Lips hot on her neck, tongue flickering over bites to soothe them. Broad hands caressing every curve of her body, not letting one inch go untouched. Brynjolf was worshiping her. He rolled his body over her’s, pushing his weight on her. Sonin wouldn’t have it, locking her legs and powerful thighs on his waist to tumble over him.
“Lass,” Brynjolf gasped as she pressed both hands onto his chest to push him into the stone floor and assert dominance.
“Mh,” Sonin grinned and grinded her hips on his impressive erection.
She moved herself down his body, tugging at his trousers. Brynjolf quickly caught the message and helped slide them down his thighs. The stone was cold against his bare ass but he didn’t mind. A woman hadn’t been this bold with him in a long time.
“Ever done it with a mage?” Sonin asked as she leaned her body down and gave him a lazy stroke.
“Not that I knew of,” he strained to say as she pumped her hand over him again.
“Good. Try not to fall in love with me,” she grinned before letting her mana pool into her hands and warm up his flesh.
“Divines,” he gaped with his mouth opened invitanly as Sonin stuck her tongue out and formed a sheet of ice over it.
He tossed his head back hard against the floor as the cold muscle wrapped around him. His hands found her neat hair as she bobbed and took him in her mouth. Brynjolf had been with women who did the ice in the mouth trick, but none of them had ever formed ice before. Sonin, without warning, made the ice give way to flame. Brynjolf moaned wantonly like a tavern whore, something he’d never done before. He could feel Sonin laugh around him before switching back to ice.
“I won’t be able to last like that lass,” he warned.
Sonin pulled back from him with a pop, “That’s okay. I had no intention of letting you take my virginity.”
“You’re a-oh fuck,” he busted as she took him back into her mouth with one push and sent electricity through his painful erection.
Sonin swallowed his seed, hot and tasting slightly of mead. She let Brynjolf jerk around from under her while she cast a healing spell to heal the lovebites he left her. Sonin also cast a quick spell of cure disease, unsure what the Nord may carry.
“I never- fuck, lass,” he pulled his pants up and gripped her about the waist to pull her into him.
“A little something I learned from the College,” she smiled as he tugged her closer to kiss her.
“Don’t leave,” he pleaded with her as he deepened their kiss. He had never felt so blinded by lust.
Sonin giggled a bit but let him press his tongue into her mouth, “No. My guard, remember? Whole city burned down. It’ll be bad for your business.”
“Come back then,” he tangled his hand in her hair and put on his best effort to kiss her into willingness to stay. He didn’t want to share her after seeing what she could do.
“Maybe,” she melted into his advances.
Brynjolf kissed better than Farkas and Vilkas combined, but that wasn’t going to convince her to go any further.
“Let me pleasure you then,” he begged.
“No,” she winked at him.
“You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you? A joke from Nocturnal,” he breathed heavy.
“Not Nocturnal,” she looked up in thought, “but someone, sure.”
“Lass,” he scooped her up from the ground and pressed her into the wall.
Sonin moaned, letting him explore her upper body. Brynjolf wasn’t going to ask her to let him take her maidenhood, but damn if he didn’t want to make her want to come back. He had never cared so earnestly for the pleasure of his romantic partner. Make them cum, they make you cum. It was transactional. But this, this was different. Maybe it was just the magic talking, but damn if he didn’t want to keep her for himself.
They spent a few hours in that little corner of the Rataway, kissing and touching each other. Sonin adjusted quickly to the smell of sewage, the musk of her lover overpowering her. It was fun, a game for her. She was attracted to the man the moment she saw him. He was charismatic, something Vilkas lacked, and wildly good with words, which Farkas lacked. In truth, Sonin wasn’t sure she would see him again.
…
“Are you sure?” Farkas asked, concern ripe in his voice.
“Yes. Take Vilkas and return home. I will be staying in Riften for a few weeks and then will head back. I miss my family,” Sonin sighed, “But I need time to clear my head.”
“Alright. You may need to give him one of your knock out spells though. I don’t think I can pull him from you,” Farkas gave an awkward laugh before getting serious again, “Will you be okay alone?”
“I’ve already written Lydia to come with Vigilance. She’ll be here in a few days. Until then, I’ll be staying with the guild. I think taking a few odd jobs will help clear my mind,” Sonin assured him.
“I’ll respect your wishes but, I really think I shouldn’t leave you. At least not until Lydia gets here,” Farkas brushed his lips over her forehead protectively.
“I know. The truth is, I want Vilkas away from the guild. He’s been...aggressive. I wouldn’t dream of separating you two,” Sonin leaned her head into his lips.
“I could send him off on the wagon alone,” he brushed a tender hand up the small of her back, “We could stay here together, alone. Maybe go visit Mara’s temple.”
“Farkas!” Sonin pushed him playfully but he didn’t budge, “You’re sweet. Please though, go for the both of us. I’m a big girl and this isn’t my first time losing someone close.”
“Alright. Write to me?” He kissed her lips softly and pulled away.
“Of course,” She smiled and waved as he left to gather Vilkas.
Sonin knew she shouldn’t part with him without a word, but she really couldn’t handle seeing him. She thinks that being away from the Companions is wearing on his psyche. Without wanting to cry by finishing seeing Farkas walk away, she moved back to the Rataway. Not feeling up to fighting her way through herself, she summoned several flaming familiars to deal with the hostiles.
“Lass,” Brynjolf jumped up from his seat at the bar, “Your friend gone?”
Sonin sighed, “Yes. Vilkas is gone. I sent Farkas with him to make sure we don’t have another incident.”
“Good. Well you’re welcome to stay here with me,” Brynjolf brushed a hand to her shoulder.
“She better not cause any more trouble Bryn,” Vex snarled.
“Shut up Vex,” he frowned at her before wiping his face of it, “I just have to get the okay from Mercer.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Sonin waved, “I got a room at the Bee and Barb. My housecarl and dog will be coming in a few days, I doubt you want them both in your hideout.”
“Fair enough,” Brynjolf smirked, “Perhaps just a few hours then?”
“Actually, I was hoping to take you up on that job,” Sonin watched the surprise cross his face.
“Seriously, lass?” He stepped away from her, “I mean, of course. If that’s what you want.”
“Yeah. I want to try something new to take my mind off…” he voice wavered, “It doesn’t matter. Job me please.”
“Arlight. Let me get you the details,” Brynjolf replied.