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Of the determined and the wicked


Thermius

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blog-0874554001426781331.jpgNote before reading: This entry has literally nothing to do with my playthrough, but I felt like adding it in because raisins... I'm not experienced in writing these sort of things, but I do hope it is well received.

 

 

 

He never claimed to be a smart man. He was dutiful and proud, but smart didn't really run in the family. Then again, it wasn't expected of him. One does not approach a guard for learned conversation. They needed either the law or a strong arm. Hadmir held the guard post during the morning shift until mid-day. The area around Dragon's Bridge wasn't as troubled as elsewhere, but people came and went on a regular basis. Travelers to Solitude or traders looking to do business with the East Empires Trading Company. Once in a while he'd grab a petty pickpocket or obnoxious vagrant and toss them in the stocks for a day, but life was quiet.

 

Hadmir had few desires in life, but he had set himself one goal. Though until now it had been unreasonably hard to reach. His goal was to wed a certain girl from his native village down to the south. When they were little he had told her he was going to make her his wife when they grew up. She had given him just one condition; he had to best her in matters of the heart, mind and body. Little had he understood the scope of this undertaking, and he had accepted the challenge with unwavering confidence. Kids can be mean... Fickle and mean... They can drop you in a pond one moment and share their lunch with you the next... Thermis was a little different.

 

She'd never hurt him, but when she could she would embarrass him. It made him frustrated, but he'd strive to not let her catch him off guard again. She usually found something else to poke him with... Always one step ahead, but never out of reach. One day he realized that it was all a game to her. She was challenging him to be a better man now than he was yesterday and he would rise to that challenge. He may have come close on many occasions, but she'd still always be just that one step ahead. He might not have been destined to become a learned man, but he would at least learn a way to conquer her heart.

 

When they came of age* Hadmir worked up the courage to ask her to test him. He was confident he could best her trial. She had accepted, but with a caveat. "It has to be worth my time. So even if you fail to impress you had better be prepared for... consequences..." She had told him. He had accepted this... What was the worst that could happen? Right... She told him to meet her at the stables four mornings from then.

Hadmir was not your typical Nord. He was taller than most and built like a bear. Before he came of age he had always worked at the Solitude sawmill, though he had never aspired to becoming a woodsman. Hadmir could have easily become a carpenter, but he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. He wanted to become a guard. By what hardly could be called a family tradition he would become a guard and uphold the law. His grandfather, old man Iverrig, had been a fisherman all his life. Hadmir's father had become a guard when the Forsworn struck out at settlements beyond The Reach. Hadmir would follow his lead now that he was a man.

 

 

 

"By the divi..." flashed through his mind as his vision started fading. He hadn't even set more than three steps inside the stables when she caught him off guard from behind. He could feel her body pressing against his back... Her ample curves so clearly apparent... His lights were going to go out pretty damn soon and there was nothing he could do about it.

A splash of cold water brought him back to his senses. As his vision cleared and he regained his awareness he felt cold and his arms hurt. Slowly his predicament dawned on him. He was standing under an arch in the stables. His hands and feet were tied to bars that spread them about a pace apart. The bar on his arms had also been strapped to the arch, leaving him standing. Furthermore, he was naked except for his boots.

"Are you awake? Who would have guessed a big strong man like yourself would go down so easily." A familiar voice said.

"I take it I failed your test then... I was ill prepared." He replied. "Very ill indeed..."

"Are you prepared to accept the consequences?" She asked, probably with the most wicked smile she could manage.

"My word stands." He replied, as he swallowed his pride. Hadmir was a man of his word. A man of principal.

"Pray to Stendarr and I will stop." She whispered in his ear as she slowly blacked out his sight with a remarkably comfortable blindfold.

 

"Open wide!" She commanded and presented a wooden bit to his lips. "It will make things a bit more bearable."

He could feel her hands roaming over his body and for a moment she held him tight. When she let go he could feel a slim cane of stick making its way across his back. When it reached his bottom it snapped a sharp strike across. He screamed into the wood bit. Another snap of the crop, another muffled scream. After a while he lost count. The pain became less sharp after the first few strikes. Sometimes there would be a pause and he would feel her hand roaming the sore area's on his body. Sometimes it would be nails running down his spine.

 

After a while he could feel her checking the state of his arms and legs. In a weird, but fascinating way he felt save. No blood had been drawn and he could take it still... She leaned in and whispered to him; "That was the warm-up... A big boy like you can surely take something a bit more... You can call for Stendarr now and this will all end, but If you take at least two times of what is next on the list there is a reward in it for you."

Hadmir though for a moment, but he would not give in just yet. He steeled his mind for what was to come, but what hit him next made him spit out the bit and cry out in pain. A searing pain tore across his back, accompanied by unmistakable sound of a whip. Tears seeped from under the blindfold as a warm hand touched where the whip had struck.

 

"Have you had enough?" the wicked voice asked... Had he? Everything screamed; 'Yes, Mercy?!' But somewhere, in his mind a voice said no. "Hit me!" he shouted. Barely had he fallen silent before the next hit tore at his body. Tears now poured and his voice wavered "Is that all you have! Hit me!" He shouted again. The pain was instant, followed by an exasperated cry. "You win... By Stendarr have mercy... I yield..."

Through all the pain he felt her arms wrap around him for a few seconds.

 

 

 

He could hardly feel a thing when she cut him down from his bonds to the arch. She carefully lowered him to a fur on the ground and sat there with him on her lap. After removing the blindfold she spent her time stroking his hair. Slowly Hadmir began to collect his senses. He was in pain, but he had never felt anything like the hurricane of emotions that were still coursing through his being right now. "You are... a very brave man." the wicked voice said. "You..." Hadmir tried to respond, but was quickly silenced. "Brave men win hearts." She whispered. "It matters not that you failed to win my body... this time... You've shown me the man inside you. The one that will face adversity head-on." "You truly deserve a reward."

 

As she lay him down on the fur he could feel her hands roaming his body again. Before long they latched on to his manhood. He could have been forgiven for calling her a liar. From the start until the end she would give him no mercy. Before she allowed him release she would bring him to the edge and leave him there. Having ruined him twice she then devoured him entirely. Hadmir was not a small man... He was 'proportionally' endowed. As she released him it became clear that this time he would be allowed to finish. She swallowed his pride... He had been completely defeated...

 

 

 

A he sat against the arch from which he had been hanging just a while before. Thermis had gathered her ropes and restraints and was sitting opposite him. "I believed you would take three..." She said. The wicked grin was gone. "I'm not like other girls Hadmir..."

"This is what I have to overcome?" He asked, his voice heavy and exasperated.

"I want you to be strong. Maybe I'm selfish, but I want you to be stronger than me..." She buried her head behind her knees as she sat with her arms wrapped around her legs.

"You are one wicked lady... A real piece of work..." Hadmir scoffed.

Thermis looked up. She seemed frightened...

"If this is the bar you have raised for this challenge... Then I accept!." Hadmir exclaimed. Instantly Thermis started to glow with joy.

"I will respect your wish until the day we are wed, but hear me, Thermis, the Devourer, the Wicked... You will remember the day I beat you!"

 

That day they drew up the rules of engagement; If Hadmir lost another test, Thermis would pick another punishment. If he conquered either her body or her mind, Thermis would marry him on the spot... Fairly straightforward... Of sorts...

 

 

 

Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ;) ):

This is a work of pure, adult, BDSM fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

 

Note *: The age of consent as enforced by law applicable to the reader. I, the author, do not condone abuse of minors. I understand that the views on matters such as these are a source of debate, but I draw this line in accordance with the rules and my own code.

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But... but... did he win, in the end? Did he conquer her body or her mind? Were they married?

 

TELLLLL MEEEEEE... I MUST KNOW!

 

Okay, I'll be patient... :)

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