The skies, grey and gloomy, opened up allowing raindrops to fall to the ground beneath as Meliandra and Stenvar walked into Whiterun. The city was quiet, most people seemingly have decided to stay indoors to avoid the coming storm. She made her way to Breezehome, her house that she had barely spent any time at. One day she would have to make it a point to spend more than a day or two.
She opened the door and smelled the stew cooking over the kitchen fire followed by the scent of bread being baked in the oven. Laughter from Lydia’s room filled the silence that otherwise filled the house. “Lydia?” she called out. “I’m back!”
“My Lady!” she heard before sounds of rushed movements and her housecarl’s bedroom door being flung open with a harried looking woman rushing out, her face flushed.
“Everything alright, Lydia?”
The Nord woman smiled, nodding as she said, “Yes, my Lady. Just…startled.” She began to straighten up the kitchen area, fidgeting with some of the foodstuffs in the pantry behind her.
Meliandra nodded then indicated Stenvar beside her and introduced him. “I need to replenish supplies and wanted to drop off some things here. How are the food stuffs?”
Lydia smiled as if laughing at a private joke as she glanced behind her, answering, “They could use some replenishing.”
“Okay, how much?”
Again, she smiled. “It’d be best to replenish everything.”
“Did something happen?”
“No, not at all, my Lady. I’ve just used more than expected.” She shrugged slightly as she explained, “I’ve entertained a few guests in your absence.”
Meliandra opened her mouth then closed it and walked up the stairs to her room. Stenvar looked around in the foyer outside her room as she opened the safe in her room, pulling out various bags of coins. “Stenvar,” she called, “take this down to Lydia.” Shaking her head, she muttered, “Going to have to have a talk with her about throwing parties on my gold.”
The man took the coin purses and walked back downstairs where Meliandra heard him giving her housecarl the money bags. A loud rapping upon her door jolted her and brought her immediately to the stairwell. She heard Hrongar, the jarl’s brother at the door asking where she was.
“She’s not here,” came Lydia’s annoyed voice.
“Don’t lie to me, Lydia,” Hrongar snapped. “She was seen coming into town. My brother wants to see her.”
“She went out for supplies. I don’t know when she’ll be back.”
“I don’t care when she gets back. You just tell her that the jarl wants her up at Dragonsreach. Don’t make me come get her.”
Meliandra heard the door shut and began to descend the stairs. She began to thank Lydia for the deflection when she noticed the bulge of her stomach and stopped short. “You’re with child.”
Lydia nodded. “I am.”
“The entertaining guests?”
She smiled. “I’m ravenous.”
Meliandra chuckled. “I suppose you are.” She finished coming down the stairs. “And who is the father?”
Meliandra turned at the familiar voice to see Vorstag standing at the door to Lydia’s room, wearing only a pair of loose trousers, his chest bare. She looked back at Lydia then turned her attention to her former hired man. “So, I dismiss you and you come impregnate my housecarl?”
“Oh yeah, Mel,” he said as he rolled his eyes, “that’s exactly what I had planned when you dismissed me.” He walked toward Lydia, standing beside her and taking her hand in his. “Look, I don’t care where you and I stand; I’m going to be here for Lydia and our child.”
“Yes, you are,” she agreed with a nod. She turned to look at Stenvar, tossing him the coin purse she held in her hand. “You know what we need; sell the things we agreed on. I better go see what Balgruuf wants.”
The jarl’s chambers were dimmer than normal as Meliandra entered. Proventus gave a slight nod as he shut the doors, leaving her there waiting for Balgruuf to enter. She looked over the lavishly set table, her mouth watering at the sight of the aromatic roasted venison sitting in the middle, surrounded by loaves of bread and various roasted vegetables with goblets for the wine that filled the ewers on the table.
She heard him walk into the room before she saw him; she felt his breath on her neck before feeling his hands on her arms. His lips grazed her skin as he welcomed her back to Whiterun, and more specifically, Dragonsreach. “My darling,” he murmured, “I’ve missed you.”
Meliandra closed her eyes; his touch, while gentle, she knew could turn hard with no warning, his temper flaring on a whim. She had worn the evidence of that temper before and she had sworn revenge, she merely had to bide her time. She let him undress her, let him kiss her and fondle her intimately. She let him guide her to his male member and obediently gave it the oral ministrations he desired, and when he could not contain himself, she drank of his seed, but knowing he was far from done with her.
With their meal growing cold, he took her to his bed, making her get onto her hands and knees, her ass sticking up where he begun to fingerfuck her, only his forefinger at first, then adding his middle finger shortly thereafter. At her growing wetness, he thrust his cock inside of her and immediately held a fast pace rapidly bringing himself to orgasm, his seed filling her womb as he held her hips until his climax had ended.
He climbed out of bed, wrapped himself in a cloak, and said, “Shouldn’t let this food go to waste; let’s eat.”
The mid-day sun beat down on the two traveling companions as they made their way toward Riften; the horses they rode keeping a leisurely pace. When Stenvar had inquired how she had managed to acquire two horses from the jarl’s personal stables, she had given a cold reply of “Guilty men are easily manipulated.”
He remained quiet for awhile as he thought about things then asked, “You’re sleeping with the jarl?”
She pursed her lips, measuring her words. “Balgruuf sees a future with me; I use that to my advantage.”
“And he’s a guilty man because…?”
Her answer was short as she simply said, “He is not a nice man.”
They rode in silence again, Stenvar thinking of all that Meliandra had told him and things he had picked up on. Things made little sense and he had a feeling that they were only going to get more confusing as time went on. Turning slightly to ask his companion a question, he noticed she wore a blank expression upon her face, but her eyes betrayed the anguish in her soul. Concerned, he asked, “What troubles you, Meliandra?”
“Troubles me?” she repeated. “What makes you think something is troubling me?”
“Everything about you right now.”
She shook her head, saying, “You’re imagining things, Stenvar.”
He kept quiet but continued to watch her as she got more agitated as they got closer to Riften, shifting in her saddle often. Finally, the Nord stopped his horse on the narrow path in front of her, saying, “You can either tell me again that I’m imagining things, or you can tell me what’s got your pants in a bunch but I’m not budging until you tell me what’s got you so perturbed.”
She arched her eyebrow as she stated flatly, “You do realize that I have no problem Shouting you out of my way, right?” She stared at him, waiting for him to move and when she saw that he was not going to move, she snapped at him. “I do not pay you to get involved in my personal life. Don’t forget that.”
“You know what? I don’t give a skeever’s ass about your personal life. But if your personal life might put my life into jeopardy, then I have every goddamn right to fucking know. Now I’ve been watching you since we left Whiterun and the closer we get to Riften, the more edgy you get so something is rattling around in that pretty, little head of yours enough to fuck with you. So, what the fuck are we headed into? Is this going to be a friendly visit, or do I need to watch my back on top of yours since that’s what you pay me for?”
She stared at him long and hard relenting only when she realized his words were true and that she owed him an explanation. “I have to pay a visit to someone in the Thieves Guild.”
“The Thieves Guild?” he repeated, hesitation edging his voice.
A small smile appeared upon her lips as she said reassuringly, “Yes, I have a lot of dealings with the Guild. I need to speak with a fence who handles specific items.”
“If everything is alright, why this anxiousness?”
She sighed and glanced away for a moment. “Because I have a past with one of them; it’s complicated.”
“Ah,” he said in understanding. “It’s complicated. I’m starting to see that with you, lots of things are…complicated. Especially where men are concerned.”
She spurred her horse into a trot and pushed by Stenvar as he pulled his horse back, giving her berth to pass. As she passed him, she looked him in the eye, glaring, and said, “Some wounds take longer to heal than others.”
She pushed her horse into a fast gait as they fell into silence as they continued making their way to the fishing town of Riften, home of the Thieves Guild.
Ralof trailed the Breton and the Nord from a distance, his orders from Ulfric being very specific about not being seen by the woman. He had had to resort to stealing a horse from the Whiterun stables, having been surprised to see her and her companion riding out of town on horses kept separate from the rest of the townspeople’s.
The blond Nord sighed; he knew that Ulfric had bedded the Breton and had claimed her for himself. Ralof had heard the talk amongst his fellow soldiers about the jarl having been heard bedding a woman the same morning he had seen Meliandra, scantily clad, leaving Ulfric’s bedchambers. And then he had been ordered before the jarl and given direct orders to follow the Breton undetected but to insure her safe return, the words heavy as Ulfric told the soldier, “Anything happens to my… to Meliandra, I will hold you directly responsible.”
As he sighed once again at the thought of Ulfric claiming Meliandra as his. In his mind’s eye, he could see the large, rounded breasts of the petite woman as they bounced up and down as he pounded his dick into the wetness between her legs. He thought about how he’d grab her tits and squeeze them hard as he rubbed them roughly. He thought about how he’d suck on her breasts, his tongue flicking across her nipples followed by playful biting. He found his thoughts drifting to the image of her on all four before him, her naked ass cheeks would get as his hands left marks upon them from slapping them. He thought about how it felt as he watched his cock slide into her as he had her on all fours in front of him.
He felt himself growing harder and beginning to throb against the fabric of his clothing; he swore, knowing he needed release. He stopped his horse and dismounted; loosening his pants, he pulled his dick out of his pants and sat upon a nearby log and began to stroke himself, yanking on his member quickly. He imagined the Breton on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his sex organ as he fucked her mouth, her hair wrapped in his hands as he held her head firmly in place. In his mind, he pictured her fingering her pussy as his dick slid in and out of her mouth, bringing herself to a dripping wet frenzy as he reached his own orgasm. His seed ejaculated from his shaft onto the ground below, but in his impromptu fantasy, he was choking the woman with his cum as it spilled out of him and down her throat. His orgasm rocked his body, both in his fantasy and in real life, making his body quiver and shake until he was spent. After a moment, he tucked his cock back inside his pants, stood up, and climbed onto the back of the horse, setting out to catch up to Meliandra.