Elyvaea: My my... it sure does pop up fast.

 

Elyvaea: I hope you don't plan to lay like that the whole time. I'm not doing all the work.

Gerruck covers his face, flush with what he doesn't know is embarrassment or just pure arousal.
Gerruck: *laughing* Oh gods, why are you so amazing?

Elyvaea: Sit up and I'll show you

 

Gerruck: Wo-woah... Oh man

 

Elyvaea: Now that you're warmed up...

Gerruck:  Oh I love you so much

Elyvaea: Ahhh, I love it when you say that

Gerruck: I also know you love it when...

Gerruck: I do this!

 

Elyvaea: Oh oh, I love you too...

 

Gerruck: Ahhh ahhh

Elyvaea: Mmmmm

 

Unable to control it anymore, Gerruck cums inside Elyvaea; not even bothering to pull out. The two collapse onto the floor in exhaustion, trying to speak through laughter and panted breaths.

Gerruck: I'd say we should do this more often but... we kind of already do.

Elyvaea: Ha, well anymore of you and I'm not sure I'd be able to walk again.

 

Gerruck: You think you can walk? Damn, I must be under performing.

 

Elyvaea:  I mean, you'll never out do your performance from the time we stopped the pit fighting in Cragslane Cavern... but then again, you did have a little help. Still, we have the rest of the dungeon to search. We won't get paid until we find the Golden Claw, and it doesn't look the bandits so far have had it. Now, where did you toss my clothes?

 

        The two lovers gradually clamber to their feet. Gerruck returns to the chest to find his armor neatly piled atop. Elyvaea on the other hand notices her attire strewn all over the room.

 

Elyvaea: Must you do this every time? I takes me forever to get dressed

 

Gerruck: As a matter of fact, I do. There are certain...

 

Gerruck:  Benefits.

 

Elyvaea: Hmmphf, well you had better enjoy them then.

 

Elyvaea: Up to your standards, my big nord?

 

Gerruck: Oh, believe me, you could never disappoint.

 

Gerruck:  Ready?

 

 

Elyvaea scans the room; it wouldn't be the first time she'd forgotten to fully dress. She had once forgotten to wear her top when the two of them raided Fort Greymoor. It made easy killing, as many of the bandits would freeze and gawk at her exposed breasts. Unfortunately, that meant Gerruck did as well...

 

Elyvaea: I think so. Everything is on, right?

 

Gerruck: Unfortunately...

Elyvaea: Hush, you had your fun. But um, doesn't it look a little...

 

Elyvaea: Dark?

 

Gerruck: Ha, always so skittish. Don't worry my love, if anything pops out I'll protect you. Besides, you really think I'd come unprepared?

 

 

Elyvaea scoffs.

Elyvaea: Skittish? I'm cautious. And no, I did not think that, but after enough dealings with draugr you should be cautious as well.

 

Gerruck:  Those shambling shits should be cautious of me! Speaking of which, do you think they light all these candles and fires?

 

Gerruck: I mean, why would a bandit care about tomb upkeep?

 

Elyvaea: Why would a mercenary?

 

Gerruck: Hmm, fair enough.

 

Elyvaea: *whispering* Shh, look ahead.

 

Gerruck: Oooh, new blood. What's the plan?

Elyvaea: Just sit tight, I think he's about to do something.

 

Gerruck and Elyvaea watch in muddled amusement as darts ricochet all over the room, skewering the bandit like a voodoo doll.
 

Gerruck: Well that was, uh... very impressive.

 

Elyvaea: At least we don't have to do the killing.

 

Gerruck: That's a good thing?

Elyvaea: *sigh* Sometimes I worry about you, Gerruck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Talen: Get up, daedra.

 

Talen: I really hope you pay off. So far you've been pretty unimpressive.

Daedra: Mmmmm...

 

Talen: Why are you creatures so revered, anyway?

 

Talen: You're nothing more than some blue elf.

 

 

Talen: I guess I do have you bound and gagged...

 

Talen: Ah, whatever. Once we get to the Sacellum you'll be out of hands anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

Talen:  Whew. That was... a big hill. Why can't I just-

 

Talen: Whoooaaaah, you have got to be kidding me!

 

 

Talen: I hate using this stupid thing.

 

 

Talen: Come on!

 

Talen: Gyah!

 

Talen: *panting* You're incredibly useless...

 

Talen: Oh for fucks sake... What the hell is that?

 

Talen: Fine. If you won't let us pass...

 

Talen: I'll force you to!

 

 

Talen: Hyaaaa!

 

Talen: Wha-

 

Talen: I missed?! This is bad...

 

Talen: Do I even hurt you?

 

 

Talen: Oh, come on. I couldn't even fight one of you!

 

 

Talen:  I only have one choice.

 

Talen: Alright, daedra!

 

Talen: I'm cutting you loose, so you better kill these things!

 

Talen: I hope I don't regret this...

 

 

Talen saws through the binds as furiously as possible. Quickly understanding how dull the iron sword he bought for this journey really was. As the wrist bindings fall to the ground, he barely has time to remove the gag before a burst of magic exploded around the daedra. A shock wave blasts across the tundra, knocking Talen back and sending shards of ice and snow with flying out like shrapnel.

 

Daedra: Mmmmm, it's been a while since I last flexed my magic.

 

Daedra: Ahh, yes...

 

Daedra: Oh this feels good.

 

Daedra: You wanted me to kill these things?

 

Talen: Uh... uh... I...

 

Daedra: Heh, gladly.

Daedra: Boom.

 

The wispmother screeches as stones, scorched by blue fire, pummel it into the snow. Even after the screeches cease, the thundering of meteors continue, accompanied only by a subtle laughter. After a while, even that recedes. Leaving only the gushing of wind and pitched ringing in Talen's ears.

 

Talen: Ugh, my head. There goes my best chance at rescuing my wife...

 

Talen: Undoubtedly that daedra's already run off... Err, huh?

 

Talen: Sh-she's still here?

 

 

Talen: Sitting there?

 

 

 

Talen: Um, you haven't run off?

 

 

Daedra: Why would I? I am your prisoner, remember? You should probably bind my hands again.

 

 

Talen: That's exactly why you would run off. But, uh, yeah, I should do that...

 

Daedra: Make sure it's tight. You've seen first hand what I'm capable of.

Talen: Because I feel this flimsy rope will contain you now. Totally.

 

Daedra: Do me a favor? I did save you after all.

 

Talen: Oh, uh, sure. But I'm not letting you go... sorry.

 

Daedra: Of course not. I just would like to be called by my name, rather than 'daedra'

 

Talen: You actually have a name? Okay, what is it?

Daedra: Ellia, if it pleases you

Talen: Pleases me? Um, sure. Nice to meet you... Ellia.

 

 

Talen: That about does it

 

 

Daedra: What? No gag this time?

 

Talen: Uh, no. I figured it probably won't do much good anyway. Besides...

 

Talen: We have a long way to go.

 

Talen: A very long way...