- The artist known as Janessa -

A chill wind follows you in as you stumble your way back into Breezehome. Your robes scorched around the edges from the dragon's fiery breath. A familiar face follows you inside and shuts the door behind her.

"You didn't tell me you were going to fight a dragon." she says. The tone of her voice barely masks her frustration.

"You would have followed me if I had. Your art is best practiced in the shadows my dear. I could not risk losing you in fight you are ill prepared for."

"And so you risked you life without me? If only Lady Azura had sent me a vision of your ill conceived plan!"

You walk to your seat besides the hearthfire and you carefully start to remove your robes. The sound of footsteps racing towards you echo through the quiet night and you pause as she hugs you from behind.

"Janessa, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to see you hurt. My destiny will forever throw these horrors at me until Alduin is defeated."

"I would follow you to the end of the world and into Oblivion itself. I'm not the mere mercenary I used to be."

"Can you forgive me? I need you..."

"I will make beautiful art for you, milady, my mistress, my love..."

Carefully she undresses you in front of the crackling fire. The burns on your face and hands ache, though her gentle touch soothes your pain. As she takes your hand and leads you up the stairs to the bedroom you notice the red ebonite under her armor.

After she sits you on the bed she strips and reveals that she is still wearing most of bindings you had put on her these pas few weeks.

"You have grown to like them I see."

"Without them I do no feel complete. You made me feel whole for the first time."

"Do you want the rest?"

Before she answered she kneels before me and spread her pussy open with both hands.

"Please mistress, I beg of you, make me whole..."

You grab the ring on her collar and guide her to the bed. From the end table you pull the remainder of her restraints. She eagerly accepts the blindfold and her greedy mouth begs for her gag. When the harness locks around her head you lean in and bite her upper lip. You catch her tongue through the ring-gag and hold it for a moment which makes her wince.

Once her arms are securely locked away in her armbinder you lay her down on the bed and admire your prized Dunmer doll. She's squirming in her bonds, but she's enjoying herself beyond mere words right now.

You press your body against hers and whisper in her ear: "I hear Dunmer juice is best served after midnight. Call me selfish, but I'm not going to let you cum until then. I want my delicious juice..."

Ignoring her increased struggling you turn around and settle down on top of her. While pressing your cooch against her open mouth, you lift up her bottom and eagerly start digging into her. You forget the pain from your burns for today as you play with the helpless warm body beneath you. Her night will be long and trying...

This might have been the best mercenary you have ever hired.

- The End -

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This is a work of (pure adult) 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.