Open [18+] Thy Lady and Lord

She couldn't help but give a small chuckle at Alice, patting her in the head very lightly. "Sleep well, Miss Alice... Though I winder why it is your came to a brothel to sleep in..." She let herself ponder the question as she stayed near the drowsey woman, mostly just to try and keep her safe from those in this town who don't know chivalry and would gladly take advantage of a rather pretty, sleeping woman. Tucking her hand into her cloak to keep her weapon at the ready, just incase the problem should arise to need it, she kept a raised guard as she kept an even sharper eye on the room.

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He stepped away from the pair of women and to the other end of the bar, where one of the other girls, Sera, approached him. She was one of the newer girls and for whatever reason Rythe took a liking to her, though it was mostly platonic at this point. Sera was one of the tougher girls at the establishment; she was less giggles and lash-batting and more drinking-you-under-the-table-then-riding-you-like-a-warhorse". Rythe admired her individuality.

"Arquen giving you a hard on and a hard time? I can see the color in your cheeks and the bulge in your pants..."

Rythe gasped and hastily covered his crotch with a bar towel. He hadn't even realized he was aroused... In this line of work, him being around half-nude women all the time, he'd learned to block out all the arousal and just do his job. Or so he thought. Sera continued, unperturbed.

"She just needs sorting out, and I might play with her and see how she likes it, eh? I swing both ways all day long! Need any help on the floor? A beautiful woman can calm any drunken idiot."

Rythe grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his silver hair.

"You can try it if you want. I warn you though, she's a handlful, mentally. Yes, I saw him, I'll head that way now. Thanks Sera."

He smiled and bowed, excusing himself to help the new customer. This one was a gorgeous Nord man. Rythe offered a small bow before addressing him.

"Good evening, welcome to Thy Lady and Lord. My name is Rythe and I'd be happy to serve you a cold drink, hot meal, or gorgeous woman. You need only ask, and I will provide."

"Don't mention it hun," she gave her classic smile before making her way elsewhere.

Ardin looked up to catch sight of a tall, dunmer with long silver hair. With a genuine smile, he dropped the appropriate amount of coin for what he will be dining on, "For now I'll take a warm but sweet mead and some roasted chicken please. The women can wait." he said with a laugh and a sigh. As much as Ardin hated people, he was a good judge of character. Most of the time anyway. There was something that he liked about the man in front of him. Just a person trying to do their job no matter what. That is a type of man he can respect. He got up for a short moment and extended his hand, "I don't usually do this, but I'm Ardin. Well met."

On the otherside, Sera spun on her heels and quickly headed to the kitchen, while making a courteous bow to her Madame, Natesse. She had only been there for a few weeks, but she really likes her new family. Even Arquen making nuemorus passes at her. A few steps later she was in the kitchen.

"Oh look at all this food! I should find the chef and give her the compliment she deserves! Oooohhh Arquen" she took a seat and waited for Arquen to show up so she can try to help Rythe get even with her. Not to mention Sera loved to flirt.

Rythe was somewhat taken aback at this gentleman's sudden show of friendliness. Most, if not all, of the men who frequented the brothel wanted little to do with Rythe, who despite his pretty feminine face, was obviously a man. He hesitated briefly, then took the guests hand and shook it with a strong grip, flashing a small smile.

"Ah, well met, Ardin. It's not often I am greeted in return, please excuse my hesitation. I hope it did not come across as rudeness."

Meanwhile, in the corner a dark figure loomed, hidden in the shadows, invisible to everyone. With one crystal crimson eye he watched Rythe chatting with the Nord and a smirk slid onto his lips.

In the kitchens, Arquen exited the vegetable pantry, her arms full of potatoes and carrots, having just finished gathering ingredients for the dishes she was to pre-prepare for the following night. The potatoes pressed uncomfortably against her chest as she hauled them to the counter to be scored. One carrot slipped off the pile and fell into her shirt, lodging itself between her ample breasts. She sighed.

"Ah, carrot. If only you were Rythe... He's so perfect. He's the gods' answers to my lusty prayers. He's pretty much a woman with the right tool between her legs..."

She stopped mid-step as she eyed Sera sitting on a chair nearby.

"My my my, what have we here..."

"My my my, what have we here..."

She swayed her hips up to the Arquen and grabbed the carrot from her in between her breasts, and teasingly snaked it down towards her part and slightly teasing her with it before taking a bite of it with a smile, "Well, maybe the cook tastes as good as her food. Suppose I'll find out some time," she stared at the high elf with her ocean blue eyes before she took a quick seat on the table during her break. Sera can appreciate a good looking woman as much as a good looking man. She could tell the elf liked her share of lust, and like a bad kid teasing their sibling, she wanted to see how much she could get out of just by flirting. "How is that I've eaten the food, yet never met the hands behind the magic. I'm sure you know my name, but let me refresh for you. My name is Sera." she gave her typical seductive smile as her voice was smooth and sweet as honey.

"Ah, well met, Ardin. It's not often I am greeted in return, please excuse my hesitation. I hope it did not come across as rudeness."

"I've fought alongside every race, creed and sex. It matters not. Blood is blood, no matter the color. A man who does his job with dedication is respectable. It is no significance of what the other person does in their own time. Some of my own narrow minded kin offend me so."

Arquen gave a sly grin as the woman before her teased. Sera... Yes, she remembered this one. The rough-and-tumble woman who drank as hard as any man. She shivered slightly as the carrot brushed against her inner thigh and when Sera took a seat, the flustered cook proceeded to the countertop and dropped her armful of veggies on it's surface. She turned to Sera and smiled.

"Well, the Mistress keeps me hidden away, you know. I'm just too much for most people to handle... This body, this face... Many would want it but few would earn it."

She leaned forward on the counter, propped up on her elbows. She pressed her arms together, accentuating her bosom...


-Meanwhile, in the main hall-

Rythe listened to the Nord before him with slight admiration. A lot of Nords, though not so many here in The Rift, cared very little for elvenkind. It was a silly thing, really, to dislike someone purely on their heritage. It was nice to meet a Nord who felt as if that mentality was ridiculous...Rythe had a good feeling about this Ardin.

"Well serjo, I'm glad you feel that way. There are too few of people like you in Skyrim, certainly. Please, allow me to get your order in. In the meantime, I do believe one of my Lady's girls is interested in you..."

Across the room, Deneb, the strong-willed, caramel-skinned Redguard from earlier, was staring lustily at Ardin. Beside her, another girl, a Bosmer with jet-black hair and a small scar under her right eye, nudged her.

"Deneb, you really want that one? He's a Nord..."

Her mouth twisted up in distaste. She'd had several bad run-ins with Nords and had developed a distrust of them. Deneb shugged her away.

"Oh stop it, Eyrie. They're not all bad people. If you start thinking like that, you're no better than the ones that ARE bad, right? Besides...have you ever been bedded by a Nord? No? Well let me be the first to tell you...there's a good reason why they favor heavy armor... It's got lots of space for their...mmm, girth."

Eyrie paused and looked at Ardin again. He was laughing and gods was his smile sexy...even for a Nord...

"R-really?"

Deneb gave her an aside glance.

"Would I like about something like that? You didn't listen to my wisdom on Breton men, and how satisfying was that endeavor, hm?"

Eyrie sighed and looked away.

"Not very."

"Alright then, trust me on this."

"Well... I guess I could... He is handsome...

Deneb sat up and snapped her gaze to her companion.

"Uhm, no. Back your ass up, honey. This one is mine."

With a teasing wink and smile to show she wasn't being truly harsh, she got up and moved to a table closer to Ardin, hoping to get his attention and gauge his interest level.

"Well, the Mistress keeps me hidden away, you know. I'm just too much for most people to handle... This body, this face... Many would want it but few would earn it."

"Such a shame she hides you. Well,I have handled a lot. Some say the same about me. Too wild to even try to tame"

Sera obviously bites her lip as she stares at Arquen cleavage before maintain eye contact as she teases with the carrot before playfully spreading her legs as she took another bite of the carrot.

"Well serjo, I'm glad you feel that way. There are too few of people like you in Skyrim, certainly. Please, allow me to get your order in. In the meantime, I do believe one of my Lady's girls is interested in you..."

"I will take a sweet mead with a strong punch and some roasted chicken," he raised an eyebrow after Rythe continued, "Oh really? Well put whatever she wants on me as well."

The beautiful Redguard woman got made her way from her just as gorgeous friend and picked an adjacent table. As she walked, he made it not so subtle that he was indeed interested. Ardin in truth was more than interested, but we wanted to make it a bit fun at first.

-In the kitchen-

Arquen bit her bottom lip as Sera inched her legs apart. The lewdness of it all was incredibly exciting. Still, she *was* suppose to be working... She stood and stepped around the counter and towards the door. Taking a small peek around the corner, she confirmed that Rythe was busy and ducked back into the kitchen and stepped up to Sera.

"Ya know...I'm supposed to be working right now buut..."

She hiked her dress up, quickly flashing her hot pink panties, and straddled Sera's lap, facing her. She threw her arms over the other woman's shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"I kinda like you."

Arquen pulled herself closer to Sera's body, the warmth between her legs radiating into the other woman's belly. The high elf smirked, bringing her face close to Sera's.

"Your move."

-In the main hall-

Rythe finished up his conversation with Ardin and left him to Deneb. He was sure they'd hit it off, though she was prone to "the hunt" and wouldn't directly approach the Nord... That's probably why, though very beautiful, she made less than the other girls. So proud, that one. Returning to the bar, he scribbled down Ardin's order on a piece of paper, then glanced over at the two women from before; one was resting her head on the bar and the other was silently eating her meal. He cast her a warm smile when she looked his way the returned to his work.

As he turned, he saw movement in the shadows and stopped short. There, standing in the shadows leaning against the wall was a Dunmer, sharpening a wicked-looking red and black dagger on a whetstone. He was clothed head to toe in black... He wore a curiass of dull black leather that was of the Thieve's Guild with pockets criss-crossing his chest, probably filled with poisons, and long pants tucked neatly into knee-high boots with dull steel toes. His chest-length jet hair was loose tonight, a good indicator that he wasn't on assignment for his..."elimination" guild; it hung over his shoulder in thick chunks. He looked up at Rythe and smirked, a mischievous glimmer in his deep crimson eyes. Well, his right one, anyway. The left was filled with the pale, milky blue of blindness.

"My, my, my. Rythe...I thought I was the only man you let touch you."

With the flat of the dagger, he tapped the area of his lightly armored chest.

"My heart bleeds."

Rythe sighed. Dreven Valaandas. Dunmer, vampire, and long-time lover of Natesse. Also, a smooth-talking vagabond playboy who steals, murders and lies for a living. He was the very definition of the man you should never become involved with but nevertheless he was Natesse's soul mate and although he'd never say it out loud, she was his. On the outside he was a cool, laid-back, haughty, over-sexed dark elf with a penchant for chatting people out of their goods, money and clothes. Oh, and getting into locked buildings without being noticed. However, on the inside he really was a good person to those he came to care about. He often helped out, for free, at the brothel when he wasn't on assignment for his other "organizations". This was the reason Rythe couldn't stay mad; Dreven had come to help out of the kindness of his heart. However, he was late and needed to be called on that.

"You were supposed to be here hours ago. We are pretty much closed, you know."

He looked over his shoulder at the main room. The girls were sitting around chatting and the few that weren't were curled up in the laps of the men who'd paid for them. Soon enough they'd be heading upstairs, Rythe figure. He returned his gaze to Dreven, who'd put the dagger and whetstone away. He beckoned Rythe to come close, and the bartender complied. When he was close enough, Dreven pulled him around the corner towards the kitchen and out of sight of the main hall. Rythe was pushed against the wall and Dreven pressed his body into his, their lips mere inches apart. When Dreven spoke, the smell of ginger and cloves filled the air beneath Rythe's nose.

"I know, I'm sorry... I got held up with work. I promise I'll make it up to you..."

He leaned down and ran the tip of his nose across the bend of Rythe's neck, breathing hot breath against cool skin. He felt the man shiver beneath him and between their bodies, a little lower than waist-height, the pressure against Dreven's thigh did not go unnoticed... He chuckled. Rythe tried to play it cool and be professional but Dreven had an amazing effect on him. Secretly, Dreven knew that the one thing Rythe wanted more than anything in this world was to get Natesse and himself into the same bed. A little less secretly, he wanted that too.

"Is that a carrot in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Blushing furiously, Rythe shoved the other man away and turned his back, trying to hide his reddening cheeks.

"St-stop... You can't do that here..."

Dreven threw his arms open, a huge grin on his face. Rythe could never hide those cheeks...he was much too pale.

"Why not? No one can see! Besides, it's been a fantasy of mine... You, in the kitchen, bent over a counter, a row of sweetrolls down your back..."

Ryte held up a hand.

"Okay, hang on. One: that's weird, Dreven. Even for you. Two: Arquen is in the kitchen, and you know it."

"Oh is she?"

Dreven looked past Rythe into the kitchen area, but only saw the oven, a fire roaring inside it. He was fairly certain he saw a few shadows moving around but couldn't be sure.

"Is my lovely lady with her? Gods know I've been trying to get THAT going for some time now. Turns out the only help Natesse will bed is you, my friend. Count yourself lucky."

Rythe blushed harder, if it was even possible. The topic of Natesse being intimate with him was always embarrassing. He technically wan't suppose to bed his mistress and be bedded by her in return. No one ever said anything, but still...it wasn't that obvious.

"No! Natesse is in bed!"

He realized too late that his response was rushed and hard, like that of an embaressed 8-year-old. Dreven chuckled and gently placed a palm on Rythe's burning face. He was so cute when he got riled up; Dreven would never understand why the man let him get so far under his skin like this. Still, it was highly entertaining.

"Ah well. I'll go in alone then. I'll be at the bar, soon."

He made to go, but Rythe grabbed his arm and thrust the paper with Ardin's order written on it into Dreven's chest.

"Here. Take this order to her. Make yourself useful while your stirring up trouble..."

Dreven put on his best innocent face, but with one eye that was hard to pull off.

"Me? Stir up trouble? NEVER."

He turned and headed off towards the kitchens. As he did, he heard Rythe angrily whisper after him.

"And I'll thank you to keep any information about what's in my pants to yourself this time!"

Dreven just smirked. No promises, Rythe. No promises.

She yawned after finishing her meal, stacking the plates in a neatly order to allow for easier clean-up, not wanting to burden the nice people that seemed to work here. It was odd really in a place like Riften, so few people were kind enough to even crack a smile while most others were greedy and rotten to the core. She hated having to deal with clients like that, especially when Blackbrior had jobs for her to do. But in her line of work, coin is always dirty, so why ever turn down the chance for it. She was just happy that the guild didn't make her wear that Gods awful ugly armor and luckily she was able to copy the enchantments onto her own black leather sets, which fit way better on her figure. Noticing that not much was happening anymore, she stretched lazily. It was a nice feeling being able to relax a bit for once... Maybe she would be allowed to work here. It would be a nice second job.

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"Ya know,I'm suppose to working right now, buut..."

The High elf hiked her dress up above her knees, exposing her panties before she straddled Sera's lap and rested her arms on her shoulders as they locked eyes

"I kinda like you."

Arquen pulled her body closer to hers, smirking as she saw Sera bite her lip when she felt Arquen's warmth touch her belly. They were now nose to nose. Sera leaned in just enough to where they were breathing each other in before licking Arquen's lower lip.

"Luckily for you, I feel the same way."

Sera ran her hand up the golden skinned leg of her High elf companion before looking up at her with a seductive smirk

"Your move."

With that, Sera pulled Arquen in for a long kiss, teasingly breaking away as the other woman was getting into it. She proceeded to bite her neck as her other hand clawed the high elf's back. Sera looked up when she felt Arquen run her fingers through her short raven black hair before she roughly returned the kiss as she grinded on Sera's lap. The two girls began to pant before the chef broke away with a wide grin.

"Pantry. Now"

Sera bit her lip hard as she was picked up her woman and walked to the pantry. The two women ducked into it before Arquen violently ripped Sera's shirt off and was working on her pants as Sera herself was doing the same. Sera loved all women and men. But she lusted after Wood elves, high elves, and nords. Dark elves do her just fine as long as they are women and not ugly as a daedra. You would surprised at what they summon for their play time. Wood elves are real primal while Nords are just plain tough and long lasting. High elves, though, they can use their magic to intensify the pleasure, not that these two needed it. The two were finally naked and Sera was slowly grinding on Arquen as she began to sweat. The high elf ran her fingers down Sera's chest and stomach before Sera pulled out the carrot with a playful smile on her face..
Meanwhile in the main hall, Ardin began to lock eyes with the Redguard. Not do anything, just stare at her and watch her. It was a game of flirtation, suggestion, and sly looks. He began to crack his knuckles to simply show off his hands to the woman he was going to bed. He would pick her up and do her in front of everyone right now, but he wanted the tension to build. He bit his lip as he checked her up and down as she was biting on her lip and sucking on her finger as a tease.

Dreven whistled merrily as he made his way into the kitchen reading Ardin's order. It was fairly manly, all things considered. As he entered the kitchen he got a whiff of delicious chicken pot pie and looked around. There they were, cooling off on a table in the corner. He tucked Ardin's order into one of his many pockets and took a few tentative steps towards them; Arquen wouldn't notice if he took a few bites, right? He passed by the pastry pantry on the way and gagged a little. The concentrated smell of sweets made him feel nauseated. He picked a ladle up off the table and prepared to dip it into the soft but flaky crust of the nearest pie when a sound floated into his ear. It came from behind him, on the other side of the room. He pricked up his ears and stood still, listening.

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There is was again, a small shuffling, and a thump, followed by voices. Narrowing his eyes, he put down the ladle and reached up, instinctively pulling his hair into the customary high ponytail he wore when getting ready to kill. Slipping into the deep shadows cast by the firelight, he reached for his dagger, it's well-oiled sheath creating no resistance and allowing for a completely silent draw. He kept it at his side and he crept closer and closer to the other side of the room, homing in on the noise. Was it bandits? Thieves? It may have been Arquen but whoever it was was trying to hard to be silent and as everyone knew, Arquen was as loud as they came when in her kitchen. Dreven kept to the shadows, inching slowly but surely toward the pantry across the room, which he'd decided was the source of the sound. It was one-way-in and one-way-out so whoever it was wasn't getting past him. He stopped just outside the door, his vampire eye literally glowing with anticipation of a kill...

And then he heard a giggle. A sweet, girlish sound and caught him entirely by surprise. Bandits didn't giggle... Nor did any thief he'd ever met. He paused, then heard a long, but quiet, moan. That was a woman and definitely no thief. He sheathed his sword, and stood, taking his place in front of the door. He placed an ear to it, just being nosy at this point, and heard more quiet groans and giggles. Hm. Something good was happening in here, he bet. Smiling to himself, he shoved open the door.

He was greeted by a most delicious sight. There was Arquen pressed face-first to the wall, her large heavy breasts hanging tantalizingly beneath her, free from the bodice that could barely contain them in the first place. Her eyes were closed and she was groaning in pleasure. Standing behind her, leaning against her back was another woman, this one Dreven didn't know but still managed to exacerbate the rise in his pants. Her hair was short and jet black like his. Her top was missing and her bosom was squashed against Arquen's back, her pale skin tone contrasting beautiful with Arquen's golden flesh. She had Arquen's dress was hiked up to her thighs with one hand buried between the high elf's thighs and the other firmly cupping a breast. Neither of them seemed to have noticed Dreven standing slack-jawed in the doorway. He gaped for a moment before folding his arms and leaning against the frame, a smile gracing his lips. Firelight danced off his one good eye, filling it with a red-hot glow, exaggerated by the slight orange tint he already had from being a nightwalker. His sight-less eye burned just as hot, the flames reflected almost perfectly in it.

"Well now. There's a party in the pantry, I see... Shame I wasn't invited."

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Upstairs, Natesse stirred from her sleep. She was thirsty and a little hungry. She wasn't sure how late it was was it had to be around four in the morning... She got up, pulling a silky gown over her already sheer nightie and and tied up her long strawberry blonde hair into a messy bun. She took a stop by the mirror to make sure she looked presentable and made her way downstairs. The room was quiet, save for a few patrons scattered around the room. Rythe was sweeping up some dirt in a corner and Natesse approached him, yawning. Seeing her approach, he straightened up and smiled.

"Good morning, Natesse. How was your sleep?"

The Bosmord rubbed sleep from her eyes. Beneath her thin nightie, her unbounded breasts shook softly with the motion of her arms. Rythe tried hard not to look; he had a remain professional in view of the guests.

"Eh, I'm still waking up but I'll assume that my sleep was good. I didn't toss and turn, at least."

Rythe stared at her. She really was something to see. Natesse was a hybrid, a mix of Bosmer and Nord blood; as such, she carried some rather distinguishing traits. She was a little on the short side, coming in at five feet, three inches, she had stunning blue eyes but they where housed between tight, slanted lids. He nose was small but her jawline was on the wider side of the scale. It was dainty, but more rounded than angular. Here hair was long and thick, typical was the cold-hardy Nords, but wavy and a little rough, like most Bosmer. Secretly, she brewed potions to put in her hair to make it silky and softer... Only Rythe and Dreven knew that. Like most Bosmer females, she was busty and wide in the hips (the perfect body for baring children, she said) but had somewhat muscular shoulders (perfect for swinging a weapon, she'd also said). Rythe could go on for days about how beautiful and unique she was... She looked around.

"Anything interesting to report? What's going on with these layabouts? Are they going to pay for a room or what?"

Natesse spoke quietly but Rythe still looked around to make sure no one heard. Natesse could be a bit cranky hen she woke up and he didn't want that to affect their customer base.

"Well, the man over there has ordered food, the gentleman over *there* has paid for a room already, and the two women at the bar... I'm honestly not sure what they're doing. One of them looks a bit ill."

Natesse huffed.

"Well she can't be ill here. She needs to buy a room or leave. Did you direct her to the Bee?"

"No ma'am, not yet."

Natesse turned on her heel and headed to the bar, not saying a word. Rythe whistled under his breathe. Natesse was unusually cranky this morning... Rythe secretly wondered if she needed a little released... He'd be happy to give it to her, if Dreven wouldn't mind... He paused, forgetting entirely that Dreven was in the building. Natesse would want to know that but he decided he'd tell her in a few minutes, after she'd spoken to the woman at the bar. Rythe glanced toward the kitchen. What was taking him so long to hand over that order, anyway?

Natesse approached the woman at the bar from behind. She was very annoyed that she was asleep at her bar like a common drunk but kept her voice cordial. The other woman at the bar looked over as the mistress approached and tapped her companion's shoulder. No response.Sitting on the counter was a tankard of milk and a half-eaten sweetroll; Natesse hoped those items had been paid for because by the looks of them they were hours old. She tapped the woman's shoulder again this time sending a very small shock through her finger into the woman's neck.

"Excuse me, Miss? You can't sleep here, I'm afraid."

She sat idly next to the sleeping Alice, raising a brow when the women that approached and started to tap Alice. If it wasn't for the slight smell of static, she wouldn't have even noticed the woman used a small amount of lightning magic. Since she didn't know who exactly this woman was, she put a hand into her cloak again and spoke up, making a guess at her occupation of this establishment. "Hello, Miss. I assume you are the owner and proprietor of this brothel of sorts. This woman walked in ill, so I ask you be gentle with her."

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Natesse's grouchiness flared a bit when the other woman spoke up.

"I run a brothel, not a temple. If she needs attention paid to her health she'll have to go elsewhere."

Realizing too late how rude that sounded, she added:

"I mean to say...well, we don't have the proper staff on hand to handle the infirm. There's nothing anyone here can do to help if she is sick. The temple of Mara is just around the corner, she'll find aide there, certainly."

She smiled a bit as her hand left the inside of her cloak. Her nails were a bit odd if anyone got a look at them. They were pointed with a razor like edge to them, almost glossy like steel instead of hardened skin, her canine's visable and strangely long and sharp. "She isn't too ill at the moment, I had given her a potion I brewed not too long ago. She should no longer be in the threat of high fevers or too much fatigue, but a good rest can do the trick. Plus, even if she went to the temple, we are in Riften. Can you walk around in the night with a pretty face and a fragile strength with the comfort of safety?"

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Alice felt a shock go through her neck. A startling, almost alarming sensation that flashed through her heart and every nerve in her body. It was both painful and stimulating, and even though it was gone in a second Alice's body shook from the experience. She instantly bolted awake with a startled breath, sitting up in her chair with eyes wide open and her cloak's hood falling over her eyes. She then realized that she had fallen asleep at the bar and was alarmed that someone had to shock her to wake her up. How long had she been asleep? Why did someone wake her up? What was she supposed to do now that she was ready to panic?

A very familiar voice behind her explained that she couldn't sleep here. It sounded just like Natesse but Alice didn't dare hope it was. Natesse was one of the best people Alice had ever met and had taken care of her in what was easily the darkest time of her life.

It was back in Cyrodiil the day after the Thalmor caught up with Alice and her family in the Jerrall Mountains. Alice had been saved by a Dunmer priest of Mara named Erandur but her family was unaccounted for and she was convinced they were dead. That the Thalmor had taken her entire family as well as her home and she no longer had a reason to live. Natesse had taken pity on Alice when they met in a bar in the Imperial City and took care of her at Erandur's request. At first Natesse resented the weepy teenage girl she had been shackled with but that changed when Alice met Dreven. Dreven was not someone Alice should have associated with and when the assassin told Natesse that Alice tried to put a contract out on herself because she wanted to die Natesse's dormant maternal instincts exploded into action. What followed was a whirlwind adventure of keeping Alice's hope alive, keeping Dreven's more perverted tendencies away from her and keeping a Thalmor sword away from Alice's father in the arena. Through it all, Alice and Dreven became reluctant but dynamic friends. Alice and Natesse became charge and protector. One the other could talk to, and laugh with and fill something the other needed. They became confidants. Soon after, they became sisters. Having to leave Cyrodiil with her father and join the Stormcloaks was one of the saddest days of Alice's life. She wanted to stay with Natesse. Stay with her new sister where it was safe. But they were hunted by the Thalmor and nowhere was safe. And finding her dad meant that her brothers and sister were still out there somewhere. Alice had to find them and she would never abandon them.

That was three years ago, when Alice was sixteen. Her family was different but whole and times were well and truly good now. Alice and Natesse had kept in regular contact via correspondence since then but it had been several months since Natesse's last letter. Alice was worried that something had happened to her, or worse, that she no longer cared. But this woman, arguing with Natsume behind Alice's back, sounded so much like her. Could it be that Natesse was here at this brothel? Could this be the reason Alice was here, cold and sick? By Talos she hoped so.

Alice pulled her hood down to reveal her neck-length straight raven hair and her pale white skin. She turned around on her stool and gazed up at the woman with her thin, angular cyrodillic face. Natsume's potion had taken the edge off but Alice's fever still burned beneath its soothing balm. She was dizzy now that she was sitting up. She wanted to get up and rent a room but she wasn't sure if she could stand let alone walk upstairs.

"I-I'm sorry miss. I have a fever and passed out here at the bar. I didn't have the strength to eat my dinner let alone pay for a room. Please. If you can let my friend here help me to bed I'll happily pay for a room." This was definitely Natesse, it had to be, but Alice wasn't sure and she wasn't about to blurt it out. She'd be delirious without the healing potion and she could just be seeing what she wanted to see. So Alice just waited, with undisguised timidness, waiting for this woman's response.

Natesse eyed the other woman, a flash of anger sweeping through her. Was she being threatened? Surely not in her own establishment. No one could be that foolish. Instead of letting her temper flare, she smirked arrogantly.

"What a strangely direct question. My direct answer is: I could. The question now is...could you?"

Natesse wasn't putting on airs at this point. She had worked for the Dark Brotherhood for many years and honed her skill with a dagger to a fine point. In fact, that was how she'd met Dreven. Where he'd stayed with the organization, Natesse had taken a leave of absence to run her business. From time to time her brothers (and sisters!) would visit her and bring business. When she set her mind to it, she was an unstoppable killing automaton. Natesse was also a very accomplished illusion and destruction mage. She could make a mother of four walk herself and her children in to the ocean if she had a mind to. Furthermore, in her line of business, trouble came often. There where many times when she was just a whore in the Imperial City that men thought of her as a thing to be fluffed and tried to take her forcefully or without paying. Most of them found themselves without their most prized appendage. Her unassuming looks got her out of a lot of trouble but if trouble insisted on happening she was damn well ready.

Before more words could be spoken, the sleeping woman stirred and sat up. She looked a complete mess. Her hair was frizzy and her face was red and moist; she was sweating, though it was quite mild in the front room. Her eyes were watery and glossed over from the fever she very clearly had.

"I-I'm sorry miss. I have a fever and passed out here at the bar. I didn't have the strength to eat my dinner let alone pay for a room. Please. If you can let my friend here help me to bed I'll happily pay for a room."

That voice... That sweet young voice... It couldn't be. Natesse squinted at the woman looking right through her, sick in her fever. There was no mistaking it, it was Alice, HER Alice. The young girl was the little sister she'd never had but always wanted... She remembered it like it was yesterday, her wandering into the inn Natesse called home, lost and crying...

"Oh my gods...ALICE!"

She embraced the girl and began to cry herself.

"What on Nirn are you doing here like this?!"

She reeled back at the hostility. She was just trying to be friendly and was concerned for her fellow woman who was sick and alone in a town like Riften. The men would have no regrets raping a woman were she alone. She had enough problems with them trying with her considering she was mostly a loner. Was it the extra parts on her that made her look like she was trying to threaten? She knew she was a freak, but of anything, she was a woman who did her best not to mess with the wrong people, especially those that could help keep her hidden from certain people. She stood and bowed in apology, as there was a venom in the owner's voice that showed she isn't wanted here. "My deepest apologies if I angered you..." She then went back to the dark little corner that she had taken when she got here. Seeing the two women hug afterwards eased her mind of Miss Alice's safety, so at least something was going well for someone... Just... Only never herself.

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Alice looked as bad as she felt. She was hot, dizzy, shaking all over and the inside of her armor was sticky with sweat. It was essentially a white leather catsuit reinforced with enchantments and an internal web of spider silk. It was strong, light, thin enough to not at all hinder movement and looked very cute under her blue dress with her brown gloves and riding boots. But even the finest of clothes become uncomfortable when they're worn for three days straight and are saturated with your own sweat. So Alice really needed to change and bathe. Then she really needed to be put to bed and be taken care of.

All of this discomfort evaporated when Natesse pulled Alice off her feat and pulled her into a big tearful hug. Alice wasn't delerious. She wasn't seeing a false creation produced by her heat-oppressed brain. Her sister really was here.

"Oh my gods! Tess! I knew it was you, I just knew it!" She cried, tears of joy mixing with those of discomfort.

"What on Nirn are you doing here like this?!" Natesse demanded in a motherly voice. They were both crying and it took a few moments for Alice to calm down enough to talk.

"I came here...I...I came here chasing a vision Tess. I had to come to Riften and I didn't know why but I knew I had to go. My visions are always confusing and hard to communicate but this was extra special. This one was so vague that even I didn't understand it! It just said 'Go to Riften! Go there because of reasons! Why do you need an explanation? Who do you think you are? Somebody with a life and a job and public servant and a family? No! Just go on an adventure!' So I went! It takes four days to get here from Whiterun and I did in three. That was a bad idea in retrospect. I pushed myself too hard, this stupid vision nagging at me, and now I'm sick. And now I'm scared and in a bad part of town and I look and feel horrible but now I know why I came out here! To find you! So it's aaaall worth it!"

She paused to breathe.

"Oh Tess! I know I'm not talking sense but please believe me! It's me! And you're definitely the reason I'm here! I know that now! Dad's worried about me though. He sent me a letter by courier that I got tonight when I got in. You should take a look at it. I'm so happy to see you. You stopped writing and I though you'd forgotten about me. So much has happened in the last three years!"

Alice was getting too excited. Her breathing was getting heavy and her vision was spinning. She had to keep hugging Natesse just to stay upright. Whatever fever Alice had was really killing this moment. She half-hoped it would turn into something worse but identifiable, like Witbane. Making a cure disease potion for Witbane was easy because only one strain of bacteria caused it and it was susceptible to elixirs made from several types of plants. It was also easy to spot because patients had great difficulty walking and speaking as if they were drunk. Alice however had a fever, chills and muscle aches, which pointed to the flu. Cure disease potions didn't work on the flu because it was caused by several different viruses, all of which were resistant to different medicines. Finding the right combination to work on a particular strain was like shooting an arrow in pitch darkness and making the wrong potion could make things worse. That's why Alice had refused Natsumi's potion in the first place.

Speaking of Natsumi, Alice noticed her slink off to her dark corner. She looked like she felt left out and that made Alice feel bad. Natsumi had been a good friend to her tonight and deserved some good cheer, but Alice also wanted her moment. She deserved it.

She grabbed Arquen's face and shove it in the wall as she bent over her back and slipped a finger into the High elf's part and slowly slid in and out. Moans came out of Arquen's as Sera picked up the pace and inserted two fingers instead of one. The paleness of Sera's skin made a beautiful glow against Arquen's golden skin. As the moans got louder the pantry door opened and she gazed upon a handsome dark elf. She but her lip as she continued with the tasty chef.


"Well now. There's a party in the pantry, I see... Shame I wasn't invited."

Sera quickly pulled the mer in without hesitation and began pressed up against him as Arquen licked up her thigh and closer to her backside. Sera got real close and licked her lip as Arquen made her body tremble. The tension was getting tenser and tenser, turning her on like a madwoman.
"Good thing this party just started."


Meanwhile in the main hall, Ardin and the Redguard continued to lock eyes before she moved closer, hiking her leg up on the table and exposing it. He ran a hand up it before she took it away and sat right in front of him, still in silence. They both smiled as they continued his game both knowing the tension makes it better.

-In the Kitchen-

Dreven allowed himself to be pulled into the pantry and shoved against the wall. He kicked the door shut and pulled the mysterious new woman into his chest. He kissed her forcefully, his tongue exploring the insides of her delicious mouth; she tasted of mead and something sweet, probably Arquen's golden flower. He let his hands roam her delicate body, discovering all her curves and erogenous zones; she seemed to like when he rubbed gently behind her ear. When he was ready, he broke their kiss and gingerly pushed his new lover away so he would begin removing his clothes. As he pulled at the buckles on his curiass, he gave Sera a smirk.

"I think I'm a little over-dressed."

She stepped back and leaned against a nearby shelf and threw her head back, groaning. It was then that he saw Arquen on her knees, her tongue buried in the sweet, moist spot between Sera's shapely thighs. He pulled off his armor and let it drop to the ground. His strong chest was covered in strange runic tattoos, some more faded than others, and criss-crossed with scars both old and new. He gazed lustily down at the Altmer.

"Well hello Arquen."

She managed a small sultry smile in return, her golden eyes glowing in the low light.

"Why don't get come up for some air. I haven't eaten all day. I'm starving."

He flashed a smirk at Sera, her eyes barely open in her pleasure. Arquen stood shakily and took a seat on a crate several feet away. She leaned back and began using her own fingers on herself as she watched Dreven and Sera. The dunmer knelt down and with one hand grabbed Sera firmly on her waist (mostly to keep her upright), and used the other to lift her leg and drape it over his shoulder before taking a grip on her butt; it was finely muscular and her skin was soft against his rough, calloused hands. He took a moment to kiss her around her navel and along the inner thigh of her elevated leg. The smell of her sex was wonderful...it wasn't nearly as wonderful as Natesse's, but no other woman would ever effect him like she did. He took a few gentle licks at her outer lips and savored the taste; it'd been so long since he'd experienced a woman and this one was a fine catch for now. He went in deeper, the tip of his nose brushing the trimmed hair that did a terrible job at covering her womanly bits. He could hear her moans mixed with Arquen's and the stiffness in his pants grew. It wouldn't be long before the constriction of his pants grew unbearable but he'd deal with that when the time came...

-In the Main Hall-

Natesse listened to Alice's word's intently. She had, once again, allowed her visions to cloud her better judgement and pushed herself way too hard to find Natesse. That was Alice, young, impulsive and innocent in all of that. She was strong yes, but had a terrible habit of jumping into things without thinking such as attempting to assassinate herself, then trying to blackmail the would-be assassin, however, making a trip to Riften on what was pretty much a whim was an entirely different matter. She held Alice out and looked into the young girl's eyes, puffy and red from a combination of crying and fever.

"Alice, you silly girl... That was so very dangerous...THIS was so very dangerous. Why on Nirn would you have come to rest in a place like this? Anything could have happened to you in here! The people that visit my brothel can be very bad people. Someone could have taken you from here. Would you have even ad the sense to know?! Why didn't you go to the Bee or to the Temple of Mara?! They could've taken care of you AND told you where this place was. It's location is certainly no secret. If it wasn't for the young lady who was sitting here with you, who knows what would've happened!"

Natesse looked around for the mysterious woman who'd been protecting Alice. She'd retreated to a dark corner presumably to give Alice and Natesse some modicum of privacy; Natesse would have to thank her once Alice was taken care of. She also noticed that. even though her voice had been low, Alice's crying had attracted the attention of Rythe and several patrons nearby. They looked over, some curiously and other irritably. Natesse decided it was best to get Alice upstairs and into bed. She turned back to the girl.

"I am sorry to fuss at you but by the gods, Alice... You could've died getting here. Please promise me you will never do something so foolish ever again.

She hoisted Alice up and signaled to Rythe, who came over.

"Rythe, please help me take Alice upstairs. My room, please. You've locked the front door, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am, of course."

"Very well. Please handle her gently. She's very sick."

Rythe nodded and took Alice's arm and draped it around his neck. he then scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed naught as much as a feather. Alice's head lolled to the side and rested on his chest. He hoped he didn't smell of sweat and mead, then mentally pinched himself. What man really cares about smelling like sweat and mead? Natesse lead the way upstairs and to her room, pushing the door open and ushered Rythe inside. She made a beeline for the washroom where she slid the stool close to the wall and had Rythe deposit the weary girl on to it. She thanked him and he promptly left shutting the door behind him. Natesse unclipped her cloak and set it to the side, then pulled the blue dress over Alice's head. Underneath was that damned armor. It looked wonderful on Alice but it was a hell to take off, at least by someone else. Natesse had only had to remove it one time before when Alice was unconscious and bleeding from a wound she sustained while escaping from the Imperial City. She needed help then and she needed help now but Alice's father wasn't here to turn his back and tell her how to do it.

"Alice...sweety... I need you to help me take this armor off of you so we can get you bathed."