She could feel their gazes lingering over the curves of her body as she walked past them. She then entered Riften, which seemed peaceful in the dark.

 

Flora expected to find the two half-elves again in the area, but she did not see them anywhere on the way
to the Jarl's home, Mistveil Keep.

The discussions ceased when she entered. She avoided the stares on her and walked straight to the Jarl and his advisor.
She informed them of the decimation of the bandits in the orichalcum mine.

 

After meanless details, Flora got her reward, a good bundle of septims, for a job she even hadn't done.

 

 

 

"At least, they keep their word." Flora said to herself thinking about the half-elves.

 

After a few customary courtesies she left the building, when the sky above her was already inky black.

Not without regret, she decided to spend the night at "The Bee and Barb" inn.
But it was already late and she needed some sleep.
She had no affection for Riften or its inhabitants. Everything stank of corruption and vice here.

 

Flora pushed open the door of the tavern Inside, the atmosphere was heavy, almost palpable.
A few customers here and there sipped their beer, some even had their meals.
The smell of wood fires, hot meats, breads and cheap beer hung in the air.

She walked over to the counter, where there was an Argonnian woman named Keerava, with an unfriendly face.

 

Seeing her come forward she asked her if she had what to pay because the house does not do charity.
"Lovely, really." Flora thought.
She asked for something to drink and eat, then a room for the night, and threw a handful of septims in front of the Argonian who hastened to retrieve them,

before storing them in a metal box.
She sat down on a wooden stool at the counter, ate a bite and thought back to her adventure, the night before.

 

 

 

Half lost in her thoughts, she noticed that two men had approached her from behind.

 

 

One was a fairly well-built Nordic, the other a red guard with a gaunt face and greasy hair that stuck to his face.

 

 

"Hey honey, how about a drink with us? You must be bored on your own."
The Nordic had just spoken, his breath reeked of cheap alcohol but it was nothing compared to the smell of sweat
that emanated from him.

 

Flora did not answer, but stayed on her guard.

 

 

The redguard said in turn: "my darling, we're talking to you, join us, we're going to have a drink".
He also smelled of alcohol and sweat but less than his friend.

 

Flora replied curtly: "Get out, you're wasting my time and your stench makes me nauseous."
She could feel the anger rising within her as the redguard was staring at her tits without embarassment, and she knew how it was going to end.

 

The filthy Nordic laughed loudly: "Come on, we offer you a drink, it's rude to refuse. We're real men you know!"

 

 

They were both staring at her body now, with lust in their eyes.

 

Flora took a sip of the beer then calmly said : "I already have something to drink here, thanks for the offer".
"And, do all real men smell this bad. All you could fuck with tha scent, is a troll..."

The other guy started to get angry : "Who the fuck do you think you are bitch? Do you know who we are?"

 

"At best, I would say tramps or beggars."

 

The Nordic banged his fist on the counter. "Dirty whore, stop fucking with us!"

 

Kareeva who had seen that things were getting worse tried to intervene : "no altercations in my establishment, if you want to fight get out!"
"Nobody's talking to you, fucking lizard."

 

 

The Norse drew an iron dagger and threatened Flora who remained unperturbed, at least in appearance.
"You're coming with us, NOW!"

 

Flora got off the stool, the other still threatening her then she stepped back and unsheathed her tanto.

 

 

"Wow, I'm scared. Be careful not to cut yourself, honey, you better put this away. It's not a tool for the ladies."

 

 

The two scoundrels burst out laughing, it was the moment of inatention she was waiting for.

Then with a thrust, she strikes the misogynist's hand with the tip of the blade, making a nice cut. The man dropped his dagger on the ground.

Dazed, he raised his hands in defeat.

 

 

Flora wanted to get it over with immediately, but she knew that committing a crime in Riften would lead to a lot of trouble.
Even more so than in any other Skyrim county, given the surrounding corruption.

She reluctantly sheathed her weapon, and headed for the stairs that led to the rooms of the inn, leaving her two attackers behind her, without
even give them a look.

 

Once in her room, she locked the door from the inside. Then, after undressing, she lay naked on the poor quality bed.

Her mind still heated by her altercation, she could not get to sleep, despite the exhausting walk of the day.
Hours passed as beneficial sleep did not come.

 

 

She thought about Nilmandra and Yanessa now and wondered where they could be right now, and what they could be doing.

 

 

Although she had her own idea on the question about the second part.

 

Which led her to think about the new sexual experiences she had just discovered.
The memory still fresh, gave her lustful ideas and Flora found herself caressing her crotch.

"It can't hurt, just a little bit, to get rid of the stress." she told herself as she continued to masturbate.

 

 

She put her index finger on her slit, she was wet.
She moistened her finger as she put it in her mouth and began to massage her clit gently with it.

 

 

 

It didn't take long for this to take effect and soon his index finger entered her, sliding smoothly, her crotch already strongly lubricated by her fluids.

Then a second finger joined the first, further intensifying her pleasure.

 

This moment of intimate pleasure was all she needed.
She lay down on her back to enjoy the experience a little more and picked up the pace with her fingers, uttering small moans.

 

 

Waves of pleasure soon assailed her. One of her hands tended to her clit while the other satisfied her vagina.

 

 

The excitement and pleasure grew such that she soon exploded like a fountain, wetting part of the bed, which must have seen a lot worse.

 

 

It seemed to her that her orgasm was more powerful since she had met the two deli-elves.
The charge of adrenaline running through her body and senses on the alert she noticed then the noise approaching the hall, behind the door of her room.

 

 

Footsteps echoed. "Three people" she said to herself. Light footsteps, others a little louder and others probably belonging to someone massive.
The noise stopped outside his door. She heard whispers but couldn't make out what they were saying.
Someone was now trying to pick the lock.

Flora laid down on her side, pretending to be asleep.

 

Suddenly the door opened slowly letting in the dim light of the hall.
 

A first man entered, then a second, and finally the third which seemed to be the heaviest.
She then recognized the voice of the Nordic, who had sobered up, and who whispered: "Look there, that bitch is asleep."

 

A second voice sounded, that of the greasy haired redguard: "Are you sure guys, that might not be a good idea after all.

 

Her friend retorted: "It's because she knocked you out, are you afraid or what? She's just a chick. She had a stroke of luck last time!"

"She also disarmed you."

"Shut up, coward! In any case, she can't beat Gra'Frashk, he's invincible. Come on you'll see, we're going to have fun with her."

 

 

Flora heard someone undressing behind her, then approaching her.

 

 

The Nordic, very close to her, murmured: "my beautiful, I will take care of you..."
Flora could smell his stench from here. She closed her hand on the handle of her tanto hidden under her quilt.

 

 

She saw the shadow of the man leaning over her, and his shortsword in his hand, swiveled to the side. The Nordic's surprise was short-lived, for with a sharp blow

she slit his throat.
He fell to his knees, unable to do much more than hold his throat in both hands, the blood spilling onto the floor, before he collapsed dead on the floor.

 

 

Flora stood up on the bed, completely naked, facing her attackers without a hint of modesty. It was not the moment.
The blood rushed to his temples. The still active adrenaline flowed like a torrent through his body.
She felt wonderful.

 

At the sight of his dead companion lying on the ground, the redguard let out a short, pathetic cry, then stepped back towards the exit.
The last attacker who was to be named by deduction Gra'Frashk was an orc but she had already understood it by the mention of his name.
Massive and muscular, he was fitted to his belt with a classic iron mace

.
He crossed his arms and then spoke in a deep, hoarse voice.
"Sweetheart, I was thinking of giving you the mercy to let you go back alive, but with what you just did, it's out of the question now."
He uncrossed his arms and took his mace pointing it at her.

 

 

 

"How too bad to have to kill a cutie like you."
The orc raised his weapon with both hands, preparing to charge in Flora's direction, and said, "I'll show you why I am called the invinci...ble."
He had not had time to finish his sentence as Flora had traveled the distance which separated them by leaping with agility towards him and planted

the blade of her tanto in his heart.

 

 

"Oh sorry, were you saying something?" she said, with a slight smile.

Elle vit passé sur son visage un brève expression de stupeur, avant qu'il ne s'effondra raid mort.

"His nickname was overrated. He was more 'talkative' than 'invincible'."

The blood was pounding at Flora's temples now, she was in a trance.

 

The redgard, the last of the three men still alive, was in the hall, petrified, now alone.
He stammered : "W-wait, that wasn't m-my idea, I-I never wanted to..."

 

 

It didn't matter to Flora now, she just wanted to kill.
She pierced him right through. He fell forward, joining his friends lying on the ground.

 

Flora was so excited now that she was having a hard time controlling herself, but she had to be.

She took a second to analyze the situation. No one was around and no noise was coming from below, it was now far into the night.
She went back to her room, got dressed in haste and then came out again, she didn't want to stay here and deal with the local authorities.

 

As she walked through the doors, she saw the redgard who had crept almost to the stairs, bathing in his blood.

 

 

This sight excited Flora even more and she unsheathed her tanto, positioned herself next to him and with an expression of bliss on her face, plunged the blade into the body of

the redgard, who collapsed, for good this time.

 

 

Leaving her victims behind, Flora scanned the stairs, and as she could not hear or see anyone, went downstairs.

 

 

Downstairs, the tables were now empty of their regulars and a fire was still burning in the hearth.
No one in sight, she left the inn, thinking that she would not have a rest tonight.

 

 

The streets were deserted and it didn't take long before she reached the city gates. Flora crossed them and passed a sleeping guard at his post.
Flora resumed her journey, her excitement now subsiding.

 

She thought they deserved their fate. After all, she had grown up learning assassination techniques.

 

She continued to walk, embracing the dark night.