A Sword for Hire

 

 

The mercenary entered the room, the steel plates and furs he donned painted a dark spot among the the vibrant tapestries and furniture. The chamber was basked in the glorious sun of Hammerfell, a mockery by the divines to emblaze the golden palace greater extravagance. 

 

 

“I’m here for the contract.” 
 He broke the silence. Behind him was four warriors, hands on the pommels of their scimitars. They are ready to lurch at their kinsman on their mistress’s behest.

 

 

 

“Master Markos, I presumed?”
The woman turned; her calm voice stayed afloat the rising tension in the room.

 

“Yes. And you must be Lady Antan.” 
Markos did not bat an eye on the guards, whatever behind him did not seem to pose a threat to him.   

 

“So, this is where the men from the city guard are getting reassigned to.”

 

 

“You may sheathe your swords, boys.”
Otylia commanded. Her voice confident, believing that this stranger would do her no harm.

 

 

“Can’t imagine the captain would give up his men with the Daedroth lurking about.”

 

“I need these men to shield me from the sun. It proved to be an absolute blight on my complexion.”” 

Her red lips parted into a slick curve, her skin almost bronze under the bright sun, covered by mere dashes of fine silk and a long translucent skirt.

 

“Many have died to the beast. You think the safety of the people is less important than your appearance?”

Asked Markos, pressing his question ever slightly. But not a layer of emotion had surfaced on his steel exterior. 

 

 

Lightly she moved on her bare feet toward a secluded corner, her thin skirt billowing in her wake.

 

“Why, I do hope someone would take matters into their own hands. Otherwise, we’ll have to leave it to HoonDing to exact vengeance for those poor souls.”

 

 

“And what if I refuse? Will you bewitch me like these guards?”

He stood before her, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the balcony.

 

“It only works on the weak-minded...” 

Otylia soundly perched on a chair. Her seductive voice fiddled to men’s darkest impulse.

 

“nothing but a cold breeze to men with your –"

Her fingers carefully wrapped around the long, golden fruit.

 

 

"extraordinary faculties….”

She turned and span the fruit to her whim, letting her maleficent gaze explore every curve and bulge of its unpeeled form. 

 

“I also have heightened sense. The amount of pheromones you’re putting out… coulda fooled any expert into thinking there’s a succubus nearby…” 

He was a seasoned hunter. His words were wise, fortified with the experiences of many inhuman deeds he had witnessed... very few things were left which could impress this man.

 

 

“And pray tell; how is it that you deal with Succubi, beastmaster?” 
Said Otylia under her hot breath, her soft lips timidly unfolded like a thawed rose.

 

 

“Do you hunt them down and stick them with your hard cock?”

The nude flesh brought extremely close to her orifice, a moist breath could almost melt it. The moment lingered, one of unmasked greed to feed, stretched out before Markos.

 

 

“Succubi have no control over their lust…” 

The proud Redguard stood his ground as the approaching hostess slipped herself between him and the table, until their faces were mere inches apart.

 

 

 “So naturally, we beast hunters take advantage of that.”
She could sense the resonance of his chest, and him her feminine scent a reminder of the sheer intimacy they briefly shared.

 

 

“My lady has quite an interest in our profession.”

 

She bent over slightly, lounging against the banister, accentuating the curves of her hips. Her eyes were fixed on Markos, scouring for a sign of tenderness.

 

“I did intend to keep this meeting civil. Besides, I’ve grown tedious riding those guards. They’re about as durable as slabs of ice, melt before you’ve gone deep. "

 

 

 

“Perhaps a side effect of the spell. Might have had a better time with someone outside of your influence.”

 

“Must be an impressive instrument to have enthralled a lesser daedra."

Uttered Otylia without a second thought. Her fingers traced a sensitive line on her youthful skin, from belly down to her pelvis, encroaching upon her sex.

 

 

"Was it tight? Did you unload in her? As your patron, I demand to know.” 

A wicked wind blew the thin veil to one side, exposing most of her lower body. The scarcely dressed woman was nearly naked with her thighs resting on the banister. Yet her demeanor was unchanged, her gaze promised a much more passionate encounter.

 

With a lightning speed, he wrapped his arms around her voluptuous body. The steel gauntlet clutching her jaws as the final word left her mouth.

 

“Then enough with your words, Witch.”

 

He growled. His throbbing cock smacked against her naked rumps. No trace of the silk she adorned but seconds ago. His reaction seemed to have fallen into the illusionist’s accord, as the two instinctive beings conformed into a hot mess. 

 

 

 

 

Nestled in this corner of the king’s palace, the balcony overlooking the bustling streets of Ska'vyn. The imperial woman wore an expression of pure affection.

 

 

 

“(moan) You expect me to cum from this? You buck like a tired old mule.”
She mocked. The day seemed to have turned hazier, as if blessed by Sanguine himself to obscure his favored deeds.  

 

“Has anyone ever taught you not to challenge a Redguard, imperial?”

 

 
His pulsing manhood was pulled free from Otylia as she slipped away. Her long legs eagerly swayed like beckoning hands.

 

 

“Do all Yokudans attach their sense of honour to their curved swords? Have they forgotten how to fuck? ”

 

 

 

Beads of sweats gathered on her heated form, her wet skin gleamed like delicious peels of a rose-color plum, waiting to be plucked.

 

 

“Do not think you can manipulate me so easily. But worry not. I will give you what want..."
With a strong motion, he grasped her leg and pulled, knocking the chair over-

 

 

 

 

The reckless man drove his awoken drake into her depth, folding her in half. The hubris of the young sorceress was quickly replaced by awe and lustful torpor. Her wide eyes captured her own becoming, of a meat pot solely for the monster hunter’s taking. 

 

 

 

to be continued...

 

 

 

 

 

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