She sifted through the chest of personal belongings looking for any clue as to what the Empire was up to; she found letters from home, letters from a lover, journals chronicling his time with the Legion, a coin purse that held a small amount of gold coins. She pocketed the gold and closed the chest then made her way to the end tale next to the bed. A copy of the Lusty Argonian and some dirty, crusty rags lay atop the piece of furniture in front of a strongbox. The strongbox, she discovered, was unlocked and she began rummaging through it, finding only a couple items of value and worth taking. Opening the drawer of the end table, she smiled. A separate strongbox, smaller, flatter, sat in the drawer, and this one was locked securely. Lifting it, she found it to be not as heavy as one might possibly have thought. She took her lockpick set out and busied herself at her task. A moment later she was rewarded with the sound of the lock disengaging and the strongbox was opened. There, sitting all by itself, was a sheet of paper, a broken seal of the office of the Emperor upon it. Takin git out, she opened it and read the contents within, her smile becoming broader the more she read. Tucking the letter into her tunic, she returned the strongbox to the drawer, drank her invisibility potion and snuck out of the tent and out of camp.
Stenvar was waiting for her at the agreed upon location; she was pleased with his ability to stay on task when she was stealthily making her way through the Legion camps. He had quickly picked up on her affinity for honey mead and always made sure there was one available to her when she’d return. She didn’t mind his company, and he was a decent fighting partner. “Time to head back to Windhelm,” she said as she took the bottle of honey mead from him.
“Good; I really don’t want to be captured by the Empire for fucking around their camps right now.”
“What? You don’t feel adventurous?” she teased.
“I like my head attached to my body, if you know what I mean,” he answered.
“Yeah,” she answered flatly, “I do.” They gathered their belongings and began their journey back north.
It wasn’t long until Meliandra saw the dark of night slowly give way to the light of the morning sun, the hues of yellow and read setting the sky aflame. She never grew tired of watching the sunset or the sunrise; she found it reassuring, a reminder that life goes on. Soon the sun’s rays began to warm her skin, invigorating her as she walked along the road toward Windhelm.
It was some time before Stenvar started glancing around, searching the horizons nervously. She merely smiled as the familiar smell grew stronger as they walked along. Her heightened senses had already alerted her long before of his presence and was merely waiting until he was ready to come to her. Soon she could see his form along the tree lines; she knew it was time.
“Hey, Stenvar,” she said in a nonchalant way, “I’m getting hungry. Why don’t you go find us something to eat? Maybe rabbit or some fish?”
“Are you sure? I don’t think it’s a good time-“
“Stenvar,” she interrupted, “I’ll be fine, trust me. Just…, just go find us some food. And take your time.”
He grumbled as he walked off, but her attention was in front of her among the trees. Patiently she waited until she saw the tall Nord emerge, a smile gracing her lips with a touch of seduction to her amber eyes. His tattered clothes clung to his fibrous frame, the length of his gait accentuating the rippling of the muscles beneath the firmness of his Lycan skin. There was a bridled, heated look in his eyes as he approached.
“Are you happy with your fucking games, bitch?” he snarled at her as his hand shot out to her neck, his fingers wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her aware of her air supply.
She licked her lips with a smile. “Well, hello to you, too, Arnbjorn. Astrid let you of your leash again?”
She felt the tree upon her back as he pushed her up against it. His face was mere inches from hers; she could hear his racing heartbeat. “Why must you torment my wife so?”
“Oh, come on, Arn, you know she hasn’t considered herself married for years. She has taken nearly every member of the Brotherhood to your bed and you know she has. All the while you’re sitting at her feet wagging your tail, waiting for her to pay attention to you and your needs, the selfish bitch.”
His grip tightened as he glared at her. “Watch you tongue, wench.”
“Watch it do what?” She ran he tongue along her lips. “You do seem to enjoy my flicking across the tip of your dick. Is that it, Arn? You want me to give your cock some attention?”
A grumble emitted from deep within him. “She wants you dead.”
Her eyebrows raised but her voice remained even as she responded, “But you’d never allow that to happen, now would you?”
She watched as the werewolf took a deep breath, eyes closed, his nostrils flaring slightly as his Lycan senses took in the scent of her, creating the response the Breton had come to expect from him. “You test my boundaries, wench.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” she purred, stretching to brush her lips against his cheek.
His hand quickly shifted to grab ahold of her bottom jaw and turned her chin forcibly so that he was staring down into her face. “There’s a special place in the Void for people like you.”
A seductive look played upon her lips as she replied in a lust filled voice. “And you’ll be right there with me.”
Arnbjorn’s agreement came by means of the crushing of his lips upon hers as he pushed against her, the hardness of him pressing against her. He released his hold on her chin, bringing his hands to the waistline of the armor she wore and quickly loosening them. Once they lay at her feet, he quickly removed his own tattered clothing, his erection now released from the confines of his pants. Breaking his kiss, he stepped back, rested his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Taking a hold of her head, he shoved his cock in her mouth, thrusting himself back and forth as she obediently began sucking his member. His grunting was filled with pleasured sounds as she orally satisfied him; he felt the excitement building and pulled her head back, starting at those eyes looking up at him.
“Turn your ass around, whore,” he commanded. She got to her feet and turned around.
“Hug it,” he ordered as he pushed her toward the tree.
She leaned on the tree, gripping its sides as he began rubbing her ass cheeks roughly, slapping them hard enough to leave large red marks on them. His fingers found and explored her hole, finger fucking her as she rocked back and forth on his fingers. “That’s it, you fucking slut, get yourself ready for my cock, get yourself nice and wet for me.” His fingers pumped harder into her until he knew she was about to come, then he withdrew his fingers and quickly slammed his cock hard into her, eliciting a gasp from her. He rode her and rode her hard, taking his frustrations out on the Breton who begged for more from him.
His release was fierce as his body went rigid, his seed exploding deep inside of her. He stood there for a moment, immobile and with labored breath, his sweat rolling down his chest, glistening in the morning sun. He slapped her ass as he pulled out of her, the scent of her own orgasm wafting to his Lycan heightened sense of smell.
He pulled his trousers on, cinching them closed. “Watch yourself with Astrid, Tidbit. She does want to be rid of you permanently.” And with nothing else to say, the man walked off towards the woods before shifting into wolf form and running into the trees.