The Other Side of the Coin

“Holy shit,” Vorstag breathed as they entered the hidden cavern. Through the darkness, he could see a glowing ahead; a cloud of startled bats flew around their heads as they walked ahead. “What the hell is that?” he said, pointing to the giant wall with strange markings on it.

“I’ve seen one like that before,” she said, remembering the strange wall in Snow Veil Sanctum. “I don’t know what it is. Weird though. I swear it hums.”

“It hums?” he repeated light-heartedly.

She glanced at him to see the quizzical, but joking, look on his face. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m serious.”

“Okay,” he shook his head. “So, do we know where to find this thing?”

“No. We get to be adventurers.”

“Great,” he sighed. He pointed towards something. “Is that a sarcophagus?”

She nodded. “Are you afraid?”

“Hell no. Just…” he paused then continued, “unprepared.”

She chuckled as they crossed a stone bridge. “That wall is imposing,” she muttered. “Gives me the creeps.”

“You? Weirded out?” It was his turn to chuckle. “Mel, I do believe that that is a first.” He looked at the wall and then back at her a couple of times before finally saying, “I have to see for myself.” He walked ahead of Meliandra toward the wall. As he neared it he could tell what she had meant about the humming. There was a sense of something pulsating and he turned to mention it to her.

Meliandra was bracing herself against the wall, a blank look to her eyes. A moment passed before her eyes cleared, a bead of sweat appearing on her brow. She dropped to her knees and clutched at her head, a silent cry upon her lips. She looked up at Vorstag, visibly shaking. She moved her lips as if to speak, but nothing came forth.

Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound as a cloud of dust and crumbled stoned filled the air. There was a rumbling as the two looked toward the stone sarcophagi to see a draugr climbing out of it. It turned its head toward them, an eerie light emitting from its long empty eye sockets.

“Fuck me!” Vorstag cried out, grabbing his sword. “Mel, whatever the fuck that has gotten a hold of you, you better shake it off and quick-like! I’m not gonna be able to fight this thing by myself!”

The draugr shouted at them, knocking them back. Meliandra climbed to her feet, shaking her head. She drew her sword, snarling. “Well that got me up and moving. Let’s play.”
She charged forward, slashing at the undead once she was within reach. Suddenly Vorstag was in the middle of the fray, attacking the creature with a fierceness. They were relentless in their assault until the draugr crumpled at their feet.

Vorstag looked at her. “What the fuck happened before?”

“I don’t know but it happened last time too. I just thought I was sick.” She shook her head. “Let’s find that tablet and get out of here.”

They began searching through the sarcophagus then the chest. “Hey, Mel,” Vorstag said after a moment of digging around, “this what we’re after?”

She looked over to see him holding a stone tablet with chiseled characters on it. She nodded. “Looks like it.” Taking it from him, she tucked it safely away in her sack and slung that on her shoulder. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. We can stay the night in Riverwood; Gerdur will give us lodging.”


They approached the stables outside, weary from the trek north to Whiterun. Her thoughts were on a thick cut of steak and a never-ending supply of mead so when she saw Kematu leaning against the stable wall she was taken by surprise. She stopped, looked at Vorstag and said, “Meet me at Dragonsreach.” He nodded, then continued, leaving Meliandra to speak to the Redguard. She walked over to him, an exhausted look on her face.

“My sweet girl, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to see you or not,” he said as he stroked her cheek. “Don’t forget your promise.”

“I would never forget the oath I made to you, Kematu,” she replied, turning her face into his hand. “I had to fulfill my obligations to Balgruuf. I am still going to bring her to you.”

He leaned forward, lightly placing a kiss on her lips. “Good. See you soon then?”

“I can’t promise how soon; I still have to go give this thing to the court wizard and I’m sure the jarl is going to take his time in forking out the gold for this little venture I made for him. But I promise, you’ll have her.”

He smiled at her, his hand resting along her neck. “I know I will, my sweet girl. Just don’t make me wait much longer.”

She smiled. “Of course not.” She excused herself and headed up the path, her temper beginning to flare. She thought back to the morning after their tryst and how he had managed to get her to do his bidding. She resented being manipulated the way she had been but she saw this as an opportunity to alleviate a problem of her own.

As she made her way to the gates of the city she thought about returning to Riften; she knew that she had to get back to the Guild, there was plenty more that needed to be done to get the Guild on its feet again. She just wanted to avoid having to deal with Vex or Brynjolf. After having to deal with this promise to Kematu, having to deal with that betrayal was not something she was ready to deal with.

She sighed heavily as she approached the gate; her uneasiness seemed to grow with every step she took. Once again, she thought of a little farm that she could call her won, a place to work on her alchemy and be left alone in peace, but that dream was beginning to look just like that, and one that would elude her for the rest of her life. It was beginning to upset her greatly but she boxed it up inside to deal with another day, just like so many other thing she’d already experienced in her short life.

She decided that once Balgruuf paid her and Vorstag for retrieving this tablet and once she lured Saadia out to Kematu, she would hire the carriage and go back to Riften. Once she got the Guild back on their feet, she was going to get on with her life and get as far away from Riften as she could.


A dragon had been sighted outside Windhelm. His troops had been delivered a devastating blow when Imperial troops ambushed another detail on their way to strengthen their border. He was considering hiring an assassin to eliminate Appius inside of Castle Dour but knew he needed to find out if anyone else was in on his betrayal and if so, who? What had started as a cause turned into a rebellion and that was having the very lie choked out of it.

Ulfric picked up his tankard and downed its contents, a frown on his face. He looked at his bed at Mila who was sprawled up on it, her naked body entwined with Rory’s once more. He had watched them play again, the two of them indulging every desire they had shamelessly. Rory took a dominant role in their sex-play, often putting the brunette in binds to restrain her as she playfully punished her for some invented slight against her. He would find that his dick got the hardest when one of them was punishing the other, bringing him to the bed to join in the fun. He had attempted to be a part of that fun this past night, but his cock had remained flaccid even when Rory was giving it attention orally. Disgruntled, he had sat back down and began drinking.

His thoughts started to turn dark as they dwelt on the misfortunes he and his men had been experiencing. This darkness was familiar to him, he had known it since he was sent to live among the Greybeards. It was a darkness that had visited him when he received word that his father had died during his imprisonment. It was a darkness that never truly left him, for it lived on the edges of his heart and mind, engulfing him on a whim.

He stood up and walked out of his quarters, leaving the two girls asleep in his bed. He made his way down the passageway and into the main hall of the palace. The flames cast eerie shadows that danced along the walls as he walked to the doors that led outside, the footfalls of his boots echoing throughout the quiet hall. The guards by the doors stood at attention as he exited the palace, and sensing his mood, stood back.

He found his way to Candlehearth, intent on getting his mind off current events. He could hear the drunken voice of Rolff Stone-Fist, Galmar’s good for nothing kid brother harassing one of the elves. As little as he cared about any of the Mer peoples, he did not wish to deal with a ruckus this night. He clapped the younger man on the back, saying, “Rolff! So good to see you! Come, let’s get a tankard at the inn and catch up.” He eyed the elf as Rolff laughed and clapped him on the shoulder in return. Laughing, the jarl continued, “No need to ruin the night with any of this ugliness.”


She hadn’t even had the chance to bring the tablet to Farengar before Balgruuf was out of his throne and quickly by her side, sweeping her out of the throne room and into his personal quarters. His hands were quickly removing the clothing that she wore, his lips caressing her neck as his hands found their way around her waist, bringing her body to his. She could feel his erection hard against her body, his kissing igniting a fire of desire within her. The man was proficient in ways that she had not even dreamed possible.

His lips laid feathery kisses down her neck and down her chest, slowly making his way to her stomach; she was leaning back against the wall now as he began to kneel before her, kissing every part of her he could, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his hands. He wanted to taste the nectar of her and brought his face to the nest of her womanhood.

He stopped and sat back, staring at her hips; the bruises were the perfect imprint of large hands, masculine by the size of them. His eyes burned hotly as he looked up at her. “Who touched you? Who dares touch what is mine?!” he roared.

“Yours?!” she repeated, equally as loud. “You think that because you bedded me that that makes me yours? I belong to no man.” She went to grab her clothes, anger written on her face. She glared at him when he grabbed her wrist; his grip was strong, causing her pain.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he snapped. “I’m not down with you yet.” He spun her around so she was facing him.

“I’m done here,” she snapped back at him, trying to pull her arm away but finding his grip firmer than she had expected.

“You’re done when I say you’re done.” He pulled her to him and glared into her eyes. “While in my city, you belong to me. You will not deny me what you so freely give to others.”

“I give freely to those of my choosing, not those who demand it from me.”

He reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and leaned into her face. “I am the jarl of Whiterun. I don’t have to demand it. I expect it from you.” He paused a moment then continued, “Especially if you don’t want Commander Caius to find out that you were at Helgen not as a passing traveler like you told us but as a prisoner of the Legion.”

Her face paled as she stared back at him. “You know that?”

He frowned at her. “So Irileth was right; you have been lying the entire time.” At her confused look he said, “I didn’t know. But Irileth knew something wasn’t as it appeared with you. Well now I know what it is.”

“So you’re going to blackmail me?”

He stroked her cheek again. “I’d hate to see you taken from my city in chains.”

She looked away for a moment, then returned a resigned look at him. “Fine.”

He smiled, but all warmth from his eyes was gone as he pressed his lips on hers, kissing her roughly. “Good,” he breathed harshly against her face. “Now since you want to be a little slut and fuck whoever, I’m going to treat you just like I would a barwench.” He forced her to her knees then pulled her head back to look up at him. “I’m going to fuck your mouth first for lying to me. Then I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours so hard that it knows who it belongs to even if you refuse to.”

Carnal Desire

They sat amongst the paid bandits and the Alik’r, dining on roasted pheasant and imbibing on endless bottles of mead.  One of the bandits, Rema, had made it her mission that night to be as close to Vorstag as possible while Kematu kept Meliandra within arm’s reach but always watching her.  Meliandra smiled and smiled quite often this night and this made Vorstag happy.  Rema had made herself comfortable next to him, giving him close view of her firm, creamy breasts beneath the hide armor she wore.  It wasn’t long before he felt her hand on his thigh as they ate and drank, the mead and ale seeping into his brain as he looked at her, a smile spreading across his face.

He glanced over at Meliandra across the table from him.  She was smiling and joking with Kematu and the others; they had told stories of their youth, the time that their families lived amongst each other.  He had noticed how the Redguard leader watched her and eyed anyone who approached her with an intensity to his eyes, so it wasn’t a surprise when he saw Kematu whisper in her ear, then lead her out of the large cavern.  Instead he picked up his tankard of ale, took a long swig of it, then looked at Rema and smiled as her hand rested on his thigh, her long slender fingers resting close to his groin.


Kematu led her through the cave, his voice light-hearted as he joked with her.  “I think it’ll be safer for you with me back here; some of my men act like they’ve never seen a woman before.”  He looked back at her and winked before laughing.

“Oh, come on now, I’ve dealt with many ogling eyes.  I am definitely use to it by now,” she responded.

“Really?”  he said but continued.  “This is the last room in this cave we allow the bandits to have access to.”

She looked around, saw some sleeping mats, empty bottles of mead and remnants of half eaten meals.  A couple of bandits sat huddled in the corner, the smell of skooma heavy in the air.  “I see you pay your hired hands well.”

He frowned.  “I pay them enough to do their job.  What they choose to spend that gold on is up to them.  I will not tolerate *my* men using that shit.”

They emerged on a ledge overlooking the area they had been eating and drinking in earlier.  Meliandra looked over the side to see that Rema was now sitting on the table directly in front of Vorstag, her arms draped around his neck as she leaned forward.  She couldn’t help but smile at the sight, and when she saw him reach his arm around her waist and pull her down to him, crushing his lips to hers, Meliandra gave a loud whistle.

Kematu called out to his men below, “You all keep watch.  Tonight, we fest, but tomorrow we have work to do.”  He started to turn to walk away, stopped and looked back over the group.  “And if anyone dares to bother me before sunrise without good reason, they’ll be pulling double duty for at least two months.  If it’s for a good reason, they can go fight a goddamned giant.”

The guys below roared with laughter as the two of them took another passageway further back into the cave.  “Seems like you’ve got a good crew.  What brings you out to Skyrim?”

“You really want to talk business, Meliandra?”  He glanced behind him, chuckling.  “Come on now, relax.  Tonight, nothing exists but you and me, right here, right now.”  At her laugh he continued, “I’m glad you laughed ‘cause you will not be in a moment.”

“What are you – “ she started to say.  Suddenly she found herself being picked up and carried by him, and then she felt the cold water on her backside and let out a surprised yelp.  “Shit!”

He laughed heartily then said, “That’s nothing.  Just wait till we get a little further on.”

Her eyes widened suddenly.  “Do I hear a waterfall?”

Again, he laughed then said, “You might want to get ready.”

“Why?  Do we have to go through it?” At his bigger smile, she slapped his arm.  “You bastard!  Just like –“

“Get ready,” he interrupted.

A moment later they both were drenched as they emerged on the other side of the fall.  He set her down on her feet, then dodged the slap that she went to lay on him.  He laughed as he walked up an incline and toward a barrel.  “Live a little, Meliandra.  It’s okay to play around and have fun.”

“We are not kids anymore, Kematu.”

“Were we ever truly kids?” he asked as he glanced back at her.  “We both saw sides of life we shouldn’t have when we were young.”

“Our childhood consisted of a life among the Aldmeri Dominion,” she said frowning. “There’s not a lot of living and having fun in that kind of setting.”

“But we did manage to have fun,” he chuckled.  He pulled out a belted tunic and a pair of boots then walked back over to Meliandra.  “Here’s some dry clothes; best get those wet things off you before you catch your death in this place.”

“Never had a man use that line to see me naked before,” she said with a raised eyebrow.

His eyes roamed over her body as she stripped off her wet clothes.  “I never had to tell you anything to see you naked before.  And I have seen you naked before.”

“What?!” she cried out.

He chuckled.  “You weren’t very good at knowing when you were being followed, sweet girl.”

She pulled her wet clothes off her, eyeing him.  “Really?  Why were you following me?”

“Because you were the only teenager that travelled with us that wasn’t a Redguard.  You were different.”  He paused as he looked her in the eye.  “I was intrigued by you.”

She sat on a crate, dry clothes in hand.  “Then why were you always giving me a hard time?  I mean, you gave me so much shit growing up.”  She started to pull the tunic over her head, but his hand rested on it, stopping her.  She looked at him, a questioning look upon her face.  “What?”

“I gave you a hard time but we were still friends, weren’t we?”  At her nod he continued, “I gave you a hard time because I didn’t want anyone to know that I wanted to be with you.”

“You wanted to be with me?” she repeated.

“You were forbidden fruit,” he admitted to her, his finger tracing her jawline to her chin.  “Father would not hear of it.”

“Because I wasn’t Redguard?” she asked.  He nodded, his finger now tracing down her chest.  “But that didn’t stop him and my mother…” she trailed off.

He chuckled.  “No, it didn’t stop them from screwing around.  You know as well as I do that they had something going on between them.  We both saw them.  Numerous times.”  He held her eyes as he leaned closer to her.  “Remember, I followed you.”

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she thought of the times she had watched her mother satisfy the carnal needs of Kematu’s father in various ways.  A shy smile touched her lips as she said softly, “Was it as exhilarating for you as it was for me?”

“Do you mean watching them fuck or watching you as you pleasured yourself?”  He breathed heavily as he leaned even closer, their faces nearly touching.

“Well, since you put it that way, perhaps both.”

“Then, yes, it was very…exhilarating.”

“What about now?” she asked in a whisper. “Do I…exhilarate you?”

His voice was thick with lust as he answered, “Very much so.”

“So why don’t you do something about it?”

“I intend to do just that,” he answered, pressing his lips hard against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and instantly entwined itself with hers, demanding that it bend to his dominance.  He reached over, wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up with ease while her legs clasped around his hips, holding them together tightly.  He carried her to the upper level to where his sleeping mat was.  Kneeling upon the ground, he gently laid her back then removed the last two remaining items of clothing she wore, revealing her succulent breasts and the nest of her womanhood.

He removed his wet tunic, revealing his firm, defined, muscular chest.  She went to run her fingers down his chest, but he grabbed ahold of them and held them above her head; he shook his head as he smiled.  He leaned down and kissed her again  before unwrapping her legs from his waist and standing up to remove his pants.

She watched as he loosened his pants, letting them fall to his feet.  His erection was large; he walked to the edge of the sleeping mat, eyeing the Breton before him.  “Get on your knees,” he demanded, his hand upon his cock.  “That’s a good girl,” he said as she obeyed and got on her knees, kneeling before him.  He rested the tip of his dick on her lips; she flicked her tongue over the head of it.  He cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb, then slid his member into her mouth.

His thickness filled her mouth, as she began to suck on him, eliciting moans of pleasure from the Redguard.  He ran his fingers through her hair, murmuring about how good her mouth was making him feel.  He began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly building up the tempo of his rhythm.  She began to massage his balls, increasing his murmuring.

Suddenly his hands clenched around her head and he rocked his hips faster before going rigid as he came in her mouth, nearly causing her to choke before she swallowed the salty tang of his seed as quickly as it pumped into her mouth.  When she was satisfied that she had swallowed it all she looked up at him, a coy look on her face.  He ran this thumb along her lips, wiping a pearl of cum off her chin before she sucked his thumb clean.  “That’s a good girl,” he said as he gently pushed her onto her back.

His fingers found their way inside of her, while his thumb rubbed the nub of her sex with his other hand.  She bit her lip, enjoying the pleasure he was giving her.  Soon she was dripping with anticipation and begging for him to fuck her.  He stood up and looked at her.  “Get on your hands and knees.”

She obediently turned over and got onto her hands and knees.  She felt his hands on her ass, rubbing it roughly, then she felt the sting of his firm hand on her ass cheek and then again on the other side, then he began to finger her pussy again.  She was rocking herself back and forth on the two fingers he had in her; every so often he’d slap her ass, startling her.  She wanted to feel his dick inside of her but she quickly understood that he was the one in control, not her.

He felt how wet she was getting and it made him crave impaling her on his cock.  He removed his fingers and began to rub his length along her wet slit.  “You’ve been so obedient.  Perhaps I should give you what you want now?”  he asked as he continued to tease her with his organ.

“Please, Kematu,” she begged.  “Please fuck me.”

“If I fuck you, what do I get in return?”  he asked as he slipped the head of his pulsating dick in her pussy.

She gasped as her lips parted for his throbbing penis.  “Anything,” she breathed.  “Anything you want.  Please just fuck me.”

With that, he gave a hard thrust filling her with his immensity; causing her to yelp.  He grabbed her hips as eh built up the tempo of his strokes, enjoying her cry out as her womb adjusted to his size.  “Just as sweet as I imagined your pussy to feel,”  he grunted as he pounded her harder and harder.  “If you feel this good now, I can only imagine how good you felt back then” he continued.  “I wish I could have been the first to fuck you.”  His  breath was coming in fast, short pants as he felt his climax building.

“I’m….going….to….cum…” she panted.

“I haven’t given you permission to cum yet, Meliandra,” he scolded, grabbing her hair tightly as he thrust inside of her, harder.


Feeling his own orgasm nearing, he grunted, “Cum for me.”

It took only a couple more thrusts of his thickness for her to climax, her orgasm shuddering through her body as her juices flooded her and seeped out around him, spilling onto his balls as they clapped against her ass.  She cried out as her body trembled beneath his body.  He slammed his cock deep within her as she felt his warm seed spilling into her, his dick pulsating against the walls of her vagina.  His load pumped into her, seemingly endlessly until his legs began to tremble; he pulled out of her and collapsed onto the mat.  He reached over as Meliandra lay next to him and pulled her into his arms, the two of them both slowly catching their breath as their hearts returned to their normal pulses.

She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist while he stroked his fingers down her back.  He laid a kiss on the top of her head, saying “That was better than I had ever imagined it being.  Really wish we had done this back then.”

She chuckled sleepily.  “You wouldn’t have found me to be very cooperative back then.”

He laughed.  “On the contrary, I would have enjoyed the challenge of training you in the art of fucking.”

“I’m sure you can teach me more than what I know already,” she said as a yawn escaped her lips.

“I’m sure I can, sweet girl, “I’m sure I can, darling, I’m sure I can,” he said as he watched her drift off to sleep.

“Sleep well, sweet girl.  I’m going to be taking you up on that deal earlier.  I could use your help in capturing that traitor.”



An Evening with the Jarl

The cool evening air hit her as she stepped out on the balcony feeling good on her flushed cheeks as she followed the walkway of the balcony around, looking over Whiterun from high above the city.  “No wonder it’s called the Cloud District,” she said breathlessly.

She felt his hand on the small of her back as he said, “I told you it’s a beautiful view.”  He looked down at the young woman, his eyes soft in the glow of the light of the twin moons.  He searched her face for a moment then looked over the city.  He pointed to the left of them and said, “There’s Jorrvaskr, the mead hall of the Companions.  And there’s the Temple of Kynareth.”  Then he pointed further out.  “You can see as far as the eye can see.”

“It’s breathtakingly beautiful,” she replied, gazing across the sky like an eagle upon it’s aerie perch.

“Like you.”

She turned to look at the jarl, finding him gazing at her intently, his eyes showing a hunger she had seen before, desire to taste her, wholly, savoring every nibble of her skin with his lips.  He reached up, cupping her face with his hands and silenced her unspoken question by placing his lips softly upon hers; she responded instinctively, parting her lips to welcome the probing of his tongue, wrapping her hands behind his neck as he drew her into a tight embrace, pressing her body against his.

After a moment, the jarl huskily breathed against her cheek.  “I will not treat you like a bar wench.”  He then lifted her off the ground, carrying her in his arms as he leaned down to place a kiss softly on her lips.  “Let me make love to you the way a man should.”

He brought her into his room, gently setting her on his bed.  His fingers trailed down the length of her neck to the top of the tunic she wore, then slowly, nimbly, he unlaced the strings that held the bodice together.  Once he had loosened her clothing and removed it, he stood back looking at her.  “You are very beautiful, Meliandra; probably one of the most beautiful women to ever grace Dragonsreach with her presence.”  He began to undress; he watched her watching him, his arousal growing.

He kneeled on the bed, kissing her as he laid her back up on the bed.  He positioned her legs on either side of him, then laid his hands on her chest, feeling the firmness of her still youthful breasts; it had been too long since he had felt a woman’s breasts.  He massaged them before giving them each a playful pinch.  He leaned over and traced the areola and flicked the nipple of one with his tongue before moving onto the other to do the same, but this time he took her breast in his mouth and suckled on it as hungrily as a babe nursing.

Meliandra moaned in pleasure as she felt his hand stroke her side, his touch as light as a feather, so light a slight chill swept across her body.  His hand found its way to the heart of her femininity; her heart accelerated.  His thumb rubbed the nub between her legs; he had stopped giving attention to her breasts and was watching her as he teased her body, building up the anticipation.  Her tongue peeked out, moistening her lips.

He slipped his middle finger into her causing her breath to catch; he began to stroke the insides of her sex.  Soon she began to grind her hips against his hand, her eyes closed, sounds of pleasure coming from her plump lips.  He began to suck on her breast again only this time he tenderly bit her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her.  He slipped his index finger in alongside his other digit and continued stroking her insides.

She gyrated against his hand harder, moaning.  It wasn’t long before she to murmur, “I want you inside me.  Please, I need you in me.”

He stroked her faster and harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit her lip, her fingers clenching the quilt beneath her as she began to writhe atop it.  He felt her muscles clench around his fingers suddenly, her body arched in the air, completely still for just a moment, then her orgasm exploded, her juices flowing over his fingers and down his hand.  He watched as her body calmed itself, then smiled at her.  He licked his fingers clean then he proceeded to move down to the source of her wetness and began to lick the drenched folds between her legs, causing her to squirm as he made her arousal hungry again.

He sat on his knees before her, her legs spread open, the smell of her climax hanging in the air; his erection was at full attention, throbbing and twitching.  He leaned down, kissing her fully on the mouth, his tongue possessing hers.  He felt the hairs of her womanhood brushing against the tip of his penis; he broke the kiss for a moment, looked in her green eyes and thrust himself into her.

She cried out in pleasure as he filled her with his hardness; she grabbed a hold of his back, clutching it as he sailed her core with his length; first with slow, rhythmic strokes building up to the slamming of his dick like battering ram into her slit.  Her fingernails dug into his back as he drove her to her second orgasm; she left bloody scratch marks down his back as his own climax sent her into spasm again a moment later.

Breathing heavily, he looked down at her, his eyes searching her face before leaning down and kissing her once more.  Her fingers followed an instinctive path up his neck and found their way entwined in his golden hair and stayed there even after the kiss had ended.  “I think I might need some salve on my back,” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, my Lord,” she smiled shyly.

He slowly pulled out of her then sat at the edge of the bed, looking at her laying beside him.  “First of all, I think we’re past the point of needing to address me by any kind of title.”  He glanced over her nakedness then at his own then back at her.  “Secondly, don’t be sorry.  It’s not like I haven’t had this happen before.”  He smiled.  “I’ll just have to remember that you have claws.”  He stood up and walked to his wardrobe closet, pulling out a very elegant robe; putting it on, he returned to Meliandra’s side on the bed.  Sitting back down, he kissed her before saying that he’d return shortly, then he left his quarters.


The door shut as Vorstag examined his surroundings.  As far as castles and palaces went, it wasn’t as drafty as he had expected it would be.  Perhaps it was because this time he wasn’t in the dungeon or jail.  He opened the shutters to the window and gazed out, seeing that his room overlooked Skyrim past the city walls; he could make out Valtheim Tower in the distance.

He looked at the bed in the center of the room and frowned.  He knew that somewhere in the castle Meliandra lay on a bed similar, if not more elegant, her body entwined with that of the widowed jarl; he shook his head.  While he had no notions of any kind of sexual relationship with her, he felt a kind of brotherly concern for her and couldn’t help but feel protective of her at this time.  She carried herself with a certain confidence about herself but he heard her in her sleep.  He heard her calling out one name over and over, pain filling her voice even in the depths of her sleep.



She woke to the sound of movement in the next room.  Her head felt heavy and she remembered Balgruuf saying that the ale was an imported special brew.  She then remembered what happened after dinner.  Slowly she opened her eyes, glancing around briefly before sitting up, drawing the warmth of the fur blanket up to her chest; she noticed that her clothing had somehow ended up tossed across the room, landing on a dresser.  A slight smile appeared on her face as she thought about the gratification she had felt before falling asleep; the jarl had not disappointed.

“Good, you’re awake,” came Balgruuf’s voice as he walked into the bedroom, wearing a loosely tied robe.  He set a stack of papers on the end table, then went to her and leaning upon the bed, kissed her lips softly.  “It won’t be long until Farengar starts hounding me on when I’m going to bring you to him.”

She raised her eyebrow.  “I’m sorry, who?  And why?”

“My court wizard, Farengar.  He’s in need of something that a person with your particular set of skills can retrieve.”

“My particular set of skills?”  she repeated as she climbed out of bed and gathered her clothes.  “And what skills are we talking about, might I ask?”

“You survived Helgen.”  He paused.  “It’d be easiest for him to explain than for me to even attempt to.  He’s been looking into a matter related to these dragons and rumors of dragons.”

She saw it again in her mind’s eye as she repeated, “Helgen.” The smell of burning flesh, the screams of the people trying to save themselves, the sight of the enormous winged beast, black as pitch with eyes full of fire.  She swore she could still feel the heat from the flames that surrounded her as she landed in the inn after jumping from the keep.  It had been a sea of flames on the ground, everywhere she turned she had seen burnt carcasses, women and children screaming as they searched desperately for an escape route, any escape route, but how does one escape a flying monstrosity?

She nodded as she dressed.  “I’m not sure what help I can offer him, but I’ll see what I can do.”


He scratched at his beard lost in thought as he read through a tome on the ancient dragon language.  His interest in these creatures grew immensely when he had heard the news about Helgen, then he had received a message from an old associate and from that point on he became obsessed with the subject, just as he had been as a child when he had first heard the old stories.  How he longed to see one for himself.

He became aware of the jarl’s voice then he heard a woman’s voice responding; they were talking about the destruction of Helgen.  He looked up in time to see the jarl enter with the girl that had survived the dragon attack along with a young Nord male.

“Farengar,” Balgruuf said addressing him, “I’ve found someone who can help you with your dragon project.  Go ahead and fill her in on the details.”

Farengar noticed how the jarl placed his hand on the small of her back and held her close to him.  “So, the jarl thinks you can be of use to me?”  He looked her up and down then glanced at her companion and looked him over.  He addressed the young girl.  “I do need someone to fetch something for me.”  At her look, he said, explaining, “Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not actually be there.”

She shrugged.  “All right.  So where am I going and what exactly am I ‘fetching’?”

“Straight to the point, eh?  No need for tedious how’s and whys?”  he asked, his voice patronizingly.  “I like that.  Leave those details to your betters, am I right?”  Balgruuf glared at him and he hurriedly continued, “I, ah, learned of a certain stone tablet said to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow – a ‘Dragonstone’, said to contain a map of dragon burial sites.  So, I need you to go to Bleak Falls Barrow, find this tablet – no doubt interred in the main chamber – and bring it to me.  Simplicity itself.”

She nodded.  “Fine.  Bleak Falls Barrow.”  She turned and started to walk away, Balgruuf following, his hand still on her back.  Farengar watched the trio leave then picked up the book on his desk again, found the spot he had been at when he had stopped and resumed his reading.


Meliandra walked out of the wizard’s quarters, plotting the route that she and Vorstag were going to take.  At the doors of the palace stood a pair of guards holding a steel plated suit of armor.  She looked at Balgruuf.

The jarl was smiling at her.  “I had the armory find you some proper armor; my gift to you.”  He looked her in the eye and continued.  “This is a priority now.  Anything we can use to fight this dragon, or dragons, we need it.  Quickly, before it’s too late.”  He drew her into an embrace as he said, “Be careful, love, those old Nord ruins hold many surprises within.”  He kissed her, long and deep before biding her goodbye.

She took the armor the guard still held and began to place it over the tunic she wore. She looked at Vorstag who was staring at her, an eyebrow cocked high.  She shook her head and said shortly, “I don’t want to hear it.”


“Vorstag – “

“I’m not saying anything.”

She glared at him for a moment then sighed.  “Fine.  Then let’s get a move on it.  Daylight’s not gonna last forever.”  With that she threw the leather boots she had been wearing into her backpack and walked out of the palace.