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    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?


    ---Downstairs, The Main Hall---



    "That's wonderful news, Ardin. Deneb is a fine woman. I have your key ready, and if you'll only come with me to deposit your weapons into our secured chest you will be all set to enjoy the rest of your evening."

    "As you say. You lead I'll follow,"


    Rythe smiled and handed the key to Ardin as he followed Rythe towards the safe box. He leaned against the door as he took his steel off and into the box. His eyes veered towards Deneb who slightly hiked her dress and traced her soft brown leg. It was a long while as the two locked eyes, being oblivious to everything around them at that moment.

    "You room will be room seventeen. Third floor, fourth room on the left."

    "Sounds great. I'd stay around and talk but I have a Redguard warrior princess to look after." He gave a friendly pat on Rythe's shoulder and walked over to Deneb who he swooped her up in his arms and up the stairs to the corresponding room. He dropped her on the bed and began to kiss her soft lips, running his hand up her thigh and clawed down on them. They both started to growl as they teased each other.


    ---Downstairs, The Kitchen---


    Sera inhaled and let out a moan that brings men and women both to their knees. Arquen's tongue snaked deep in her part, touching every angle and spot she had. Her nails were know so deep she had full control of her upper body. Her lovers golden face between her legs drove her crazy. As Arquen worked on Sera's raven haired mound Sera and Dreven locked eyes and bit each lips as well as lick at each other. Sera craved his lips and to ride him alone, but that would be impossible with Arquen between them. He slid into the altmer's piece and began to plow her making her moan into Sera's part and bounce her perfect breasts.The high elf lover moan louder and had her head yanked back by her hair.

    "Mmm, hush, little vixen. You want someone to hear and come crash our party?"

    She turned her head slightly and gave a lusty smile.

    "Maybe Rythe will hear..."

    The thought of another person in the mix made her wetter, wanting more and more. Dreven snarled and plowed her so had the line of pleasure moved a bit.


    "Keep...quiet..."

    Arquen groaned but did so noticeably quieter than before. Sera was trembling for the third time as Arquen's golden tongue slid into her pale mound. Sera's eyes rolled back as she bursted once more, making Dreven growl louder.

    "Aahhhrrrr... I'm close..."

    Sera gazed upon Dreven getting that much closer to sheer pleasure, releasing a hand to ran it through Arquen's hair.
     

    Nadir-Natesse

    Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
    Dreven's vision exploded into white as he finally found his release. He quickly withdrew himself from Sera and released his hot seed all over the floor. The world blurred and his hearing faded in and out. He left Sera go and staggered back against the opposite wall as she slumped down into Arquen's waiting arms. The high elf chuckled.

    "Lucky girl. You really did a number on her. You okay, Sera? Hehe."

    The dunmer smirked but said noting, catching his breath. The moments ticked by as each of them recovered from such an intense session; after releasing a small sigh, Dreven sighed, pulled his pants back on, and gathered up his armor. He wouldn't be putting it back on without a shower. Besides, he was hoping to slide into bed beside Natesse and he wouldn't do so coated in sweat. He did take a moment to wipe up his mess with a cloth from a nearby shelf, as Arquen would probably forget all about it. He balled it up and tossed it into the wastebasket before turning to the exhausted ladies curled up on the pile of burlaps sacks.

    "Well ladies, it's been nice. Maybe we'll do this against soon. You'd best get yourselves together before Rythe finds you..."

    He chuckled and ducked out of the door. He crossed the kitchen and made his way down the hall and back to the main hall. Rounding the corner, he literally bumped into Rythe.

    "Ah! Azura's shawl, Dreven, where have you been?! WHERE is the patron's order?! Not like it matters as he's gone upstairs with his chosen woman. That's one more I'll have to put on the compensation list!"

    Dreven chuckled sheepishly and ran a hand through his hair.

    "Well, I was going to give it to Arquen but she was busy with something, then I ended up helping and, well..."

    His voice trailed off and a smirk graced his lips. Rythe gaped.

    "Dreven.. you didn't."

    "I did."

    Rythe stammered, unable to believe what he was hearing. He started to speak but Dreven cut him off.

    "Goodnight Rythe, see you in the morning!"

    Dreven proceeded upstairs and made his way to Natesse's room. He tested the knob and naturally found it locked. He pulled his enchanted lockpicks from the hidden flap in his left boot and set to work. This lockpick set was enchanted by Natesse herself, made special to be able to pick doors locked by magic, including hers. They took a lot of powerful magic and trial and error to get just right; as far as she and Dreven knew, his was the only such set of lockpicks in existence and he guarded them very carefully. With his deft hands, Dreven had the door unlocked in moments and carefully replaced his lockpicks before entering. He immediately noticed the other person in bed with Natesse, but and gave a half smile. It was Alice, the young mage he'd met in the Imperial City several years back. That was a complicated adventure he'd always remember but Alice's everlasting presence in Natesse's life was an adventure he lived every time she came around. The two butted heads constantly but it was mostly in jest. He loved to tease and rile her up and she loved to sic Natesse on him. She also loved to insert herself between himself and Natesse when the mood is "just right". That tends to genuinely irritate him but for his sake he doesn't fuss at Alice - god's forbid he brought the girl to tears...

    He sighed, knowing that any chance lovemaking had taken flight a long time ago, and proceeded to the wash room, setting his dagger and whetstone on a sidetable. The dunmer peeled out of his pants, began to bathe. He washed his body and hair, then went to Natesse's wardrobe to put on his spare clothes, never minding being naked - neither woman seemed likely to wake up. He pulled out the pants and smallclothes, but couldn't find the shirt. He spent only a moment being puzzled before shrugging and forgetting about it. It may have gotten lost or Natesse put it aside to be laundered. After slipping into what he had, Dreven settled into the armchair by the window, picking his dagger and whetstone back up. The blade slide silently out of the sheathe and he resumed the sharpening he'd begun earlier in the evening before Rythe first noticed him. The steady shhhk-shhhk-shhhk of the dagger against the stone was soothing and before too long Dreven became drowsy. He set the stone down, returned the blade to it's sheathe and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and letting sleep overtake him.


    ((OOC: To our two new players, Rythe will attend to both of you in the next post, when it's morning. Thanks for joining in!))
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Alice's sleep was completely dreamless. No visions, no voyages through aetherius, no visits to the Shivering Isles, no stirring in her bed. Nights of complete peace were rare and precious for her and she thanked mother Mara for each and every one of them. By the time morning came it was around seven in the morning and she was rested enough to be woken up by a small, irritating ray of light peeking through Natesse's crimson curtains. Her eyes creaked open to greet the unwelcome little ray and she realized she was still resting her head on Natesse's stomach. The woman had stayed with her all night and Alice was both grateful and touched by such affection. Alice and Natesse had developed the habit of going to bed together, mostly because Alice needed comforting for some reason or another, and it had always put Alice right to sleep. But whenever she woke up Natesse was always gone, off to do something else or found in bed with Dreven an hour later. The fact that she had stayed this time really made Alice feel special.

    Speaking of Dreven there was someone over in the chair by the window that looked just like him. Alice was pretty sure it was him but something was wrong. He looked pale and sickly, like he had a bad cold or the flu. There was also a slight but very strange smell about him. The smell of dry leaves and cinnamon mixed with just a hint of rot. Alice knew exactly what this smell was because she had experienced it from at least three different people, one of them her own brother. But right now she was too groggy and tired to really comprehend what that meant, so she laid her head back down onto Natesse's stomach and went back to sleep.

    When she finally decided to wake up again she saw on the room's clock that it was almost one in the afternoon and Natesse was gone. Alice's head now rested comfortably on two large feather pillows and she was covered up with all of Natesse's blankets. Initially she was very comfortable but after about a minute she was starting to feel hot so she peeled the blankets off and sat up. The room spun for a few moments, reminding her that she was still sick. She saw a small red bottle on the nightstand next to her with a note on it, along with a big glass of water.

    Drink these whenever you wake up. Come downstairs if you're hungry and ask Arquen for some breakfast. I'll be back to check on you later.

    <3 Tess

    Alice smiled at the kind instructions and did as she was told. She didn't see her clothes or her gear anywhere but she was still wearing Dreven's shirt and it was long enough to cover her butt and thighs fairly well. She had her bra and panties on underneath so it would do until she found something else. She didn't bother going through Natesse's wardrobe because she knew she would be taken care of at some point and because all of Natesse's clothes would be too big for her. Particularly in the bust. They could have resize enchantments on them but Alice doubted it. They were fairly difficult enchantments to weave and required several expensive reagents. Alice herself could only do them through great effort so she only did them on clothes she intended to share with other people, such as her footy pajamas. Alice knew Natesse had considerable talent for enchanting but didn't know how many of her own clothes she shared with other women so she decided not to test it.

    After a few more minutes she headed downstairs. She was barefoot but the wooden floors were smooth and well polished so she didn't have any trouble leaving Natesse's room and its soft carpet. Alice took a seat at the bar and folded her arms on top of it, taking in the sounds of the quiet afternoon and trying to wake up.
     

    madshadow

    New Member
    Brynjolf was going to kill her.

    It was supposed to be simple break-in-grab-get-out kind of thing. But nobody considered that the person who gave them the job was angry victim of a previous job, who had bought off a bunch of mercenaries Kaecilia was unprepared to fight.

    Sure, she could have been more careful and scouted the place beforehand, but it was supposed to be an easy job. She was lucky she still had coin left from her last job, since there was no way she was going to get paid.

    She was also lucky she knew Riften so well, as that was what had allowed her to escape the mercenaries, and get down to the canal.

    'Thy Lady and Lord'. She knew the place, although she'd never been. A brothel. She could rest there for a few hours. She had left most her coin in her hiding spot, but she always carried at least of enough to get a room and food with her, just in case. She could a drink and a meal, maybe even a girl. It had been way too long since she'd last gotten proper relief.

    She brushed herself off, removed her hood and face mask, and casually walked in, trying not to look like she just been running for her life. Didn't want anyone to think she'd bring trouble. Hopefully she wouldn't.

    She beelined for a barstool, and waited for someone to take her order.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member

    Loki The Shaman

    Loki The Master Destroyer
    Zu'u Bo Wah Aan Kos Ahst Fin Vahdin Ahrk Fin Drog.

    Loki slowly walked into the inn and asked for a bed and went to his room but drank extremely dangerous poison before he lay down and knew he was going to die and slept but still heard noises of the rest of the tavern and had smiled then fell asleep as he dreamed of home, of Ebonheart.
     

    Loki The Shaman

    Loki The Master Destroyer
    He wakes up in the tavern and confused as to why he is alive but gets up nonetheless and walks downstairs and sits in a chair in the corner and checks to see if the six books of magic are still in his satchel, he checks and sees that the books The Black Arts on Trial, The Doors of Oblivion, The Art of War Magic, The Exodus, The Lunar Lorkhan, and The Last Scabbard of Akrash are still there and pulls out The Last Scabbard of Akrash and starts reading it silently.
     

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