Unlikely Dovahkiin #4

 Author's Notes: Been too long since I got to this, but it does mean a double-length installment. Also, odd for this series, it's actually going to continue for the next couple installments in a sort of little mini-arc. Enjoy!

[F/fu] [D/s] [femdom] [bondage] [stepping] [pussy smothering/ass smothering] [light suffocation] [orgasm denial]

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‭‭‭“‬Alright,‭ ‬lass‭; ‬it looks like you’re with us now.‭ ‬You’ve proven your loyalty.‭”

I find myself,‭ ‬more than anything,‭ ‬distracted by Brynjolf’s accent.‭ ‬He’s a nord,‭ ‬right‭? ‬With a name like Brynjolf,‭ ‬he kinda has to be‭? ‬Yet he sounds like...‭ ‬I guess a breton‭? ‬I’ve spent enough time in Skyrim at this point to have a decent feel for the accents and dialects among the people here,‭ ‬and it doesn’t seem to be a Riften-specific thing,‭ ‬either.‭ ‬Why do you sound like this,‭ ‬Brynjolf‭? ‬Who are you‭? ‬What are you‭? ‬Ohhh,‭ ‬what if he’s a daedra‭? ‬Could he be...‭ ‬Sanguine maybe‭? ‬That would make sense,‭ ‬kind of.‭ ‬I could see Sanguine running a thieves‭’ ‬guild in the guts of a shithole city like Riften just to see how everything played out.

‭“‬Lass‭?” ‬I’m snapped to reality quite literally,‭ ‬as Brynjolf’s weathered fingers click together in front of my face.‭ “‬You alive in there‭?”

“Yeah,‭ ‬sorry.‭ ‬Spaced out for a second.‭ ‬So what’s the next job‭?”

“Well,‭ ‬I was gonna send you back to Tonilia to get your armor fixed up,‭ ‬on the house,‭” ‬Brynjolf muses.‭ “‬But you...‭ ‬don’t really wear it,‭ ‬do you‭?”

I look down at my robes.‭ ‬They’ve definitely gone through improvements over the few months I’ve been traveling around Skyrim,‭ ‬the clingy black cloth weighing me down far less than my old robes had.‭ ‬Plus‭ ‬--‭ ‬not that it matters‭ ‬--‭ ‬I find myself happy that the thinner fabric does more to complement my slender physique.‭ ‬Slashed-through stockings dive into soft leather boots,‭ ‬my legs somewhat exposed beneath the short,‭ ‬divided skirts of my new robe.‭ “‬Well,‭ ‬it’s...‭ ‬I mean,‭ ‬you know how I get stuff done.‭ ‬The enchantments on those don’t help me much with my way of doing things.‭ ‬Also...‭ ‬brown‭? ‬Really‭?”

“Hey,‭ ‬you can get a black uniform when you join the Dark Brotherhood,‭ ‬if you’ve the stomach for that.‭ ‬But we like to keep things classy here.‭” ‬Brynjolf pauses for a moment,‭ ‬then gestures outwards,‭ ‬back towards the hidden pathway of moist stone and unused closets that will take me from the Thieves‭’ ‬Guild’s inner sanctum,‭ ‬back to the Ragged Flagon‭ ‬--‭ ‬the sewer-based tavern operating as a thinly-veiled front for the guild.‭ “‬I’m still waiting on more word from Mercer.‭ ‬If you need any more work in the meantime,‭ ‬feel free to have a chat with Delvin or Vex.‭ ‬I’m sure either of them can help show you the rest of the ropes and give you some leads on what to snatch next.‭”

“Got it,‭” ‬I offer a little nod,‭ ‬trying to ignore the sudden flutter in my stomach,‭ ‬and wave as I head back out into the dark,‭ ‬dank sewer-island that is the Ragged Flagon.‭ ‬For as busy as they all pretend to be,‭ ‬it’s weird that I never see any of the other thieves ever leaving this place.‭ ‬Then again,‭ ‬I guess that would explain why the entire guild’s been going downhill recently.‭ ‬Why did I throw in with these guys,‭ ‬again‭?

Right,‭ ‬yeah.‭ ‬Vex.

I bite my lip gently when I see her at the bar,‭ ‬spurning another of Delvin Mallory’s advances while she drinks down whatever nord swill they serve in this place‭ (‬I have yet to try any‭ ‬--‭ ‬I still do my best to get imports of decent dunmer booze from Solstheim‭)‬.‭ ‬She’s so sullen and grumpy and sexy and‭ ‬nnnnnff.‭ ‬Those deep dark eyes,‭ ‬that pale golden hair,‭ ‬brows knitted into a permanent scowl of disapproval.‭ ‬I remember the first time I made my way through the Ratway‭ ‬--‭ ‬yeah,‭ ‬the tavern was a dump,‭ ‬and the whole guild seemed to be in shambles,‭ ‬but right away I knew I wanted Vex to step on me.

And now,‭ ‬thanks to Brynjolf,‭ ‬I have a good excuse to finally talk to her.

Holding up one hand,‭ ‬I approach cautiously,‭ ‬my forced smile likely as awkward as it is shy.‭ “‬Hi‭! ‬Vex,‭ ‬right‭?” ‬Don’t you dare stammer,‭ ‬Tess.‭ ‬Don’t.‭ ‬Not one little pause from you.

‭“‬Took you‭ ‬how long to figure that out,‭ ‬new fish‭?” ‬the blonde pours another slug of mead past her imposingly dark lips and swallows it down,‭ ‬her icy eyes flicking towards me,‭ ‬freezing me outright.‭ “‬I thought Brynjolf was keeping you all to himself.‭ ‬He finally get bored‭?”

“Uh,‭ ‬I...‭ ‬guess so‭! ‬Eheh,‭” ‬I bite my lip anxiously.‭ “‬He said to talk to you or Delvin for work,‭ ‬if I wanted to do more stuff for the guild.‭”

“And you haven’t moved on to the College of Winterhold or something by now‭? ‬I thought that was where you mages liked to group up,‭” ‬she dismisses me.

‭“‬Well,‭ ‬I--‭” ‬Dammit Tess I said‭ ‬no stammers.‭ “‬--I a-actually did some stuff for them,‭ ‬but they keep wanting to send me to dwemer ruins,‭ ‬and I got tired of them because they’re so quiet and spooky and filled with robots and then there are‭ ‬always falmer and they creep me out--‭”

“Yeah,‭ ‬yeah,‭ ‬I got it,‭ ‬kid.‭ ‬So you’re slumming it with us.‭” ‬Vex sighs,‭ ‬sitting back in her rickety wooden chair and tilting it back onto two legs,‭ ‬swaying back and forth while she keeps it balanced with her weight.‭ “‬Why not Delvin‭?”

“Because...‭ ‬b-because he’s...‭” ‬Because I want you to smother me with your ass and call me a good girl.‭ “‬Because you’re...‭ ‬obviously the better thief.‭”

“Oy,‭ ‬I‭ ‘‬eard that‭!” ‬Delvin shouts from across the Ragged Flagon.

‭“‬And she’s completely right‭!” ‬Vex snaps back,‭ ‬then turns her gaze back up to me.‭ ‬For the first time since I’ve been with the thieves‭’ ‬guild,‭ ‬I see a smile creep across her dark lips.‭ “‬Alright,‭ ‬so you at least have‭ ‬some sense.‭ ‬Maybe I have a job for you after all.‭ ‬Actually....‭”

I swallow hard as her eyes seem to digest me,‭ ‬sweeping up along my slim,‭ ‬pale gray figure,‭ ‬seeming to see me in a new light.‭ ‬Appraising me.‭ ‬My throat goes totally dry,‭ ‬but I don’t dare swallow again this soon.‭ “‬Actually...‭ ‬maybe I have a couple jobs.‭” ‬My mind quickly races with fantasies before I dismiss them,‭ ‬holding back a sigh as Vex sits up from her table and gestures at me to follow,‭ ‬heading back toward the small labyrinth of narrow hallways between the Ragged Flagon and the guild itself,‭ ‬usually reserved for storage but with a few beds as well.‭ “‬Cover your eyes,‭” ‬she commands.

I acquiesce,‭ ‬both closing and covering them,‭ ‬though my ears pick up the sound of some switch or lever being pulled.‭ ‬There’s a sound of sliding wood and I’m ushered forward,‭ ‬then the sliding sound once again‭ ‬--‭ ‬followed by a final-sounding‭ ‬thnkk.‭ “‬Can I open my eyes now,‭ ‬kena‭?” ‬I whisper.

‭“‬If you insist.‭ ‬What the fuck does kena mean‭?”

I uncover my eyes to find myself in what looks to be a bedroom,‭ ‬much better kept than what the other thieves endured.‭ ‬Various‭ (‬likely stolen‭) ‬baubles and trinkets decorate the place,‭ ‬with a mess of clean rugs in forest colors covering the dry,‭ ‬cold stone of the floor.‭ ‬A large bed with black wool sheets dominates the place,‭ ‬with a nearby dresser and table holding a cluttered mess of books.‭ ‬Blinking,‭ ‬I remember her question,‭ ‬and that I had even blurted something like that out in the first place.‭ “‬Ahh,‭ ‬sorry.‭ ‬It’s a dunmeri word.‭ ‬It means...‭ ‬mentor,‭ ‬or senior,‭ ‬sort of.‭ ‬I figured,‭ ‬since you’re going to be my new boss for a little while,‭ ‬maybe you’ll teach me a little about what you know....‭”

“That has yet to be seen,‭ ‬fish,‭” ‬Vex says,‭ ‬snapping her neck from side to side as she starts rifling through her collection of books and other papers.‭ ‬At a glance,‭ ‬I can notice two things about the collection‭ ‬--‭ ‬that it isn’t kept in alphabetical order,‭ ‬which is absolutely unthinkable to me‭; ‬and that she has the third of the Wolf Queen books.‭ ‬Never been able to find that one anywhere,‭ ‬and I was really getting into the series,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Maybe if I’m good she’ll let me borrow it.‭ “‬Alright,‭ ‬here we go.‭”

She draws a folded sheet of parchment from her pile of books and notes,‭ ‬handing it over to me.‭ “‬We’re taking a step up from snatching coins out of pockets,‭ ‬today.‭ ‬These goons in the guild are so obsessed over trade deals and stealing baubles that they can’t see where the real money is‭ ‬--‭ ‬artifacts.‭ ‬Not bullshit trinkets made from melted gold.‭ ‬Real treasures.‭ ‬And those,‭ ‬you don’t find in cities.‭”

I look down at the parchment,‭ ‬opening it up and looking.‭ ‬It’s a map of Skyrim’s southern forests,‭ ‬with a strange symbol prominent on it.‭ “‬Where--‭?”

“It’s a crypt,‭ ‬I think.‭ ‬Long buried in puzzles and other nonsense.‭ ‬But the tip I got said there’s strong magic in there...‭ ‬maybe even daedric ties.‭ ‬Since you’re a grayskin mage playing at thief,‭ ‬I’d say it’s perfect for you.‭” ‬She sits on the edge of the bed,‭ ‬then leans back,‭ ‬her icy eyes focused on me.‭ “‬Go in there,‭ ‬see what you can find,‭ ‬and bring it to me.‭ ‬You survive,‭ ‬and,‭ ‬well...‭ ‬we’ll see about making a real thief out of you.‭”

I can’t help but feel a sense of elation.‭ ‬Even if they reek like dust and are filled with traps,‭ ‬I’ve always done well with crypts‭; ‬draugr are stupid enough to walk into any rune I set,‭ ‬and even more importantly,‭ ‬I’ve figured out what nobody else seems to get‭ ‬--‭ ‬that the puzzle answers are literally‭ ‬right on the front of those stupid claws.‭ “‬Alright,‭ ‬ke--‭ ‬errr,‭ ‬Vex.‭ ‬I’ll see to it right away,‭ ‬and I won’t disappoint you‭!” ‬I turn quickly to leave,‭ ‬but find myself faced with the blank wall I must have entered through.‭ “‬Ahh...‭ ‬once you let me out,‭ ‬I guess.‭”

“Oh,‭ ‬I forgot to tell you about the other job I had for you,‭ ‬didn’t I‭?” ‬Vex purrs,‭ ‬a grin touching her lips again.‭ ‬Getting up off the bed,‭ ‬she gestures to it with her chin,‭ ‬eyes staying on me.‭ “‬Get on the bed and lay down flat.‭”

“...Vex...‭?” ‬I blink.

‭“‬Now.‭”

Her tone makes my knees weak even as it forces me to comply.‭ ‬I climb shyly up onto the bed,‭ ‬which creaks gently beneath my light weight,‭ ‬and get on my back,‭ ‬laying flat just the way Vex instructed.‭ ‬I swallow hard,‭ ‬glancing back to her.‭ ‬Unexpectedly,‭ ‬she’s fussing with the buckles of her pauldrons,‭ ‬unfastening them and slipping a few pieces of leather armor off of her shoulders and arms,‭ ‬gloves coming down next.‭ “‬Kena,‭ ‬I...‭ ‬what should I...‭?”

“Take off your dress,‭” ‬Vex instructs.

‭“‬It’s a robe--‭”

“The next time you question me,‭ ‬fish,‭ ‬this whole experience is going to pan out very differently for you.‭ ‬Now do as I fucking tell you.‭” ‬Her words cut through me,‭ ‬melting me like a cheese wheel caught in a dragon’s breath‭ (‬or shout,‭ ‬I guess‭?)‬.‭ ‬Before I can think to argue or make a bigger fool of myself,‭ ‬I do what she says,‭ ‬throwing my boots off and then squirming out of my robe,‭ ‬leaving me in only my tattered stockings and my piercings.‭ ‬To my embarrassment,‭ ‬my girldick is already as hard as it could possibly be from Vex’s bossing,‭ ‬wet at the tip,‭ ‬and it doesn’t take any time for the master thief to take notice.‭ “‬Already that hard from someone taking charge,‭ ‬elf‭?”

“I’m s-sorry,‭ ‬kena--‭”

“Quiet.‭” ‬She kicks her own boots off,‭ ‬unfastening the straps crossing over her middle and peeling the chestpiece out of the way to reveal her firm breasts,‭ ‬a bit bigger than mine but not as large as Aela’s had been,‭ ‬both nipples pierced with little bars.‭ “‬I didn’t even know you‭ ‬had a dick.‭ ‬This should be...‭ ‬fun.‭”

I let loose a waning string of stammered half-thoughts,‭ ‬never forming a concrete sentence as Vex continues to strip out of her armor,‭ ‬now revealing her figure in its entirety‭ ‬--‭ ‬lean and deadly,‭ ‬athletic,‭ ‬in perfect shape for her profession.‭ ‬I even get a glimpse at her narrow,‭ ‬hairless slit as she moved to one corner of the bed,‭ ‬and the little metal bar lacing through its pink peak.‭ ‬I lick my lips,‭ ‬then squeak out as she grabs firm hold of one of my wrists.

‭“‬H-hey‭~!”

“Hold still,‭” ‬she says,‭ ‬drawing a length of silk rope that I hadn’t noticed was already tied to the bedpost,‭ ‬winding the other end around my wrist and tying it fast‭ ‬--‭ ‬tight,‭ ‬but not too tight,‭ ‬her hand obviously practiced in this specific art.‭ ‬She swiftly moves to the lower end,‭ ‬grabbing my ankle on the same side and tying it as well.‭ “‬Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean you don’t need to behave.‭” ‬Thoughts and fears rush through my head‭; ‬that once she has me tied up she can do whatever she wants to me,‭ ‬and nobody will ever even know I ended up in this room at all.‭ ‬She could do any unspeakable thing to me,‭ ‬and here I am letting her do it,‭ ‬watching it as she grabs my other ankle and ties it down.‭ ‬My last chance to throw out a beam of lightning or summon an ash guardian or‭ ‬anything that might get me out of here....

My cock is harder than ever when she finally fastens my other wrist down,‭ ‬and I’m splayed out across the bed,‭ ‬bound to it,‭ ‬naked and squirming and trying to hold back my whimpers of aroused distress.‭ ‬How do I keep ending up in these situations‭?

“There we go,‭” ‬Vex purrs,‭ ‬finally starting to crawl up onto the bed herself.‭ ‬Her icy eyes look me up and down like a predator weighing its meal,‭ ‬and I feel her fingertips caress along my shoulder,‭ ‬down my chest,‭ ‬swirling around my breast and then teasing my nipple,‭ ‬making it even more stiff and beaded.‭ ‬My pale skin tightens into gooseflesh and I let out a small whine,‭ ‬unsure if I should try to speak at all.‭ “‬I’ve seen the way you look at me from across the Flagon.‭ ‬I know you’re right where you want to be.‭ ‬And now that I’ve got you where you belong,‭ ‬I’m going to ask you a simple question,‭ ‬and we’ll see if you answer correctly.‭”

Oh shit.‭ ‬I’ve never been good at quizzes.‭ ‬Especially not naked quizzes.‭ ‬Don’t ask.

I nod slowly,‭ ‬and she continues.‭ “‬What do you want me to do to you,‭ ‬grayskin‭?”

Before I answer,‭ ‬I feel her thumb and forefinger slowly close around my nipple,‭ ‬trapping it between them.‭ ‬It’s a threat.‭ ‬An imminent punishment.‭ ‬Though I don’t know the extent of it.‭ “‬I...‭ ‬I w-want...‭” ‬my breathing picks up.‭ ‬What do I say‭? ‬I want to lick you and fuck you and get tied up and stepped on and fisted and every other lewd thing‭? ‬What does she want to hear‭? ‬Is there even a right answer‭? ‬My mind wanders back to when I first saw Vex,‭ ‬lounging so languidly in her skintight leather,‭ ‬the brown fabric hugging tight to the perky curves of her butt.‭ ‬I remember imagining what it must be like to bury my face in...‭ ‬and my dick,‭ ‬one of the few things I have yet to ever try in my adventures throughout the mainland.‭ ‬Sure,‭ ‬my ass has seen plenty of action,‭ ‬but I’ve never gotten to be on the giving end.‭ “‬I...‭ ‬I want to be in your butt‭!‬” I squeal out in a string of words without space or breath between.

My heart all but stops as I watch for her reaction‭ ‬--‭ ‬then my heavy breathing grows to a rising squeal of pleasured pain as her fingertips squeeze down around my nipple,‭ ‬twisting the metal piercing it and sending discomfort and excitement shooting through me.‭ “‬You didn’t say the magic word.‭”

The darker part of my mind can’t help but briefly wonder how funny it would be if the magic word in question was‭ ‬fus,‭ ‬but that’s not the mindframe I’m in right now.‭ ‬I try to think through the pain‭ ‬--‭ ‬try to think what she wants.‭ “‬K-kena‭!!” ‬I finally scream out.

She blinks,‭ ‬looking almost surprised,‭ ‬then shrugs.‭ “‬I was thinking more along the lines of‭ ‘‬mistress,‭’ ‬but sure,‭ ‬kena works,‭” ‬She finally lets go of my nipple and stands up on the bed,‭ ‬lowering one bare foot down onto my cock and slowly squishing it against my stomach,‭ ‬leaning a little of her weight down,‭ ‬then a tiny bit more,‭ ‬just enough for me to gasp out in anguish.‭ “‬Now my second question:‭ ‬what makes you think you deserve to put this filthy cock where nobody else has‭?”

“B-because I’ll...‭ ‬I’ll do anything you want,‭ ‬kena...‭ ‬and it...‭ ‬it feels so--‭ ‬nnnngh...‭” ‬I groan as she squeezes my cockhead between her first and second toe,‭ ‬stepping down a little harder,‭ ‬making me writhe on top of the bed.‭ ‬I guess I did want her to step on me‭ ‬--‭ ‬and it’s exactly as exhilarating as I’ve always imagined it would be.

‭“‬I suppose we’ll see about that,‭” ‬she smirks,‭ ‬and something darkly malicious glints in her eyes,‭ ‬some secret she’s keeping.‭ ‬She leans in a little more,‭ ‬crushing my dick with the ball of her foot,‭ ‬and I feel like if she steps down on me any harder something’s going to break.‭ ‬I let out a harsh wail through gritted teeth,‭ ‬my wrists starting to struggle against their bindings,‭ ‬reflexively trying to break them.‭ ‬My pulling,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬only serves to tighten them further,‭ ‬now past the point of comfortably tight.

Just when I think I can’t possibly take another second,‭ ‬she tilts her head and removes her weight from on top of me,‭ ‬still smirking wickedly.‭ “‬First,‭ ‬we’ll have to see if you’re willing to serve.‭” ‬I don’t have time to think of a reply before she shifts her weight forward and drops down onto her knees,‭ ‬grabbing hold of my fine black hair and pressing her pussy against my face,‭ ‬warm and wet against my lips,‭ ‬grinding into my mouth.‭ ‬I take a moment to inhale its sweet,‭ ‬thrilling fragrance,‭ ‬my heart pounding in my chest,‭ ‬and extend my tongue as much as I can,‭ ‬dragging the flat of it along her smooth pink slit.

‭“‬Mmmphh mmhhrmm...‭?” ‬I try to say,‭ ‬my big eyes looking up at her,‭ ‬squirming on the bed as she settles down onto my face.‭ ‬She’s more than giving me the opportunity to serve her‭ ‬--‭ ‬she’s forcing me outright,‭ ‬settling a little more of her weight down onto my mouth and making it difficult to breathe.

‭“‬What was that,‭ ‬little fish‭? ‬I’m sorry,‭ ‬I couldn’t hear you,‭” ‬she coos,‭ ‬and I squirm a little more beneath her,‭ ‬pressing my tongue up between her folds,‭ ‬dragging it back and forth along them as much as I can while my lips suck and kiss at her wetter,‭ ‬lower ones.‭ ‬My tongue tilts down and prods,‭ ‬searching for her entrance,‭ ‬my desperation starting to build as I feel my air running out.

‭“‬Starting to darken a little already...‭ ‬is that a blush,‭ ‬or are you running out of air‭? ‬Never can tell,‭ ‬with you gray girls,‭” ‬Vex grins,‭ ‬placing one hand at the headboard of her bed and keeping the other entangled in my hair,‭ ‬yanking me harder against her cunt and rocking it back and forth against me,‭ ‬making it even more challenging for my tongue to find her entrance as she rubs her pussy back and forth against my face.‭ “‬Have you tried breathing through your nose‭?”

I actually‭ ‬have,‭ ‬but it seems like each time I try she rocks forward,‭ ‬blocking access to that air as well.‭ ‬My head starts to grow a little light when I finally get the thrill of success‭ ‬--‭ ‬my tongue finding the opening of her wet,‭ ‬slick pussy and pushing inside,‭ ‬and for the first time I draw a genuine moan of pleasure from Vex,‭ ‬not just a pleased coo or a controlled hum of dominant excitement.‭ ‬I’ve thrown her off-guard,‭ ‬but all the added pleasure seems to do is invigorate her.

‭“‬AaaaAAagh...‭!” ‬she gasps,‭ ‬pulling my hair tighter now,‭ ‬my scalp starting to ache from it,‭ ‬but I can’t get enough,‭ ‬even if I think I’m going to lose consciousness any minute.‭ ‬I keep suckling and licking and even biting at her hot slit,‭ ‬my tongue shifting and pushing inside of her,‭ ‬trying to rhythmically slide in and out of her musky wetness,‭ ‬roughly assisted by Vex’s grinding and squishing herself down against me,‭ ‬her thighs wrapped around either side of my head as she rides my face,‭ ‬using me like the little dunmer slut I am.‭ “‬What was that,‭ ‬you said you wanted,‭ ‬elf bitch‭?” ‬she gasps down at me.

At this point I barely remember.‭ ‬I’m barely hanging on where I am.‭ “‬Bmmmphh,‭” ‬I whine out,‭ ‬and she grins fiercely down at me.

‭“‬That’s right.‭ ‬You wanted to shove that hard gray cock of yours straight up my ass,‭ ‬didn’t you‭? ‬Well,‭ ‬let’s see how much you like it from this angle....‭”

I suck in a desperate gasp of air as she stands up from on top of me,‭ ‬panting wildly,‭ ‬feeling dizzy as oxygen returns to my brain.‭ “‬Hahhh,‭ ‬hahhh,‭ ‬fuck...‭ ‬I...‭ ‬k-kena...‭ ‬hahh...‭” ‬I wheeze,‭ ‬my eyes widening as I see her turn around‭ ‬--‭ ‬and sit back down,‭ ‬this time the smooth,‭ ‬firm globes of her butt press around my face stealing my air once again as she continues to smother me,‭ ‬this time with her ass instead of her pussy.

‭“‬You wanted this so bad,‭ ‬fish‭? ‬Let’s see you make me cum...‭ ‬make me fucking cum‭!” ‬Vex demands,‭ ‬and I immediately set to my renewed task,‭ ‬dragging my tongue up along the narrow pink entrance of her asshole,‭ ‬licking at it hungrily with what remaining consciousness I have in me.‭ ‬I twitch and thrash on the bed,‭ ‬my bindings tighter than ever on both wrists and ankles,‭ ‬cutting into my flesh as I’m suffocated with Vex’s perfect ass,‭ ‬lapping and prodding at it desperately as she rocks her weight back and forth against me.‭ ‬Her screams of pleasure are muffled by her warm thighs around my ears,‭ ‬but I can hear her excitement building to its zenith.‭ ‬Even as I swim in and out of unconsciousness,‭ ‬I find myself thinking that if I’m going to die some way,‭ ‬I far prefer this to being eaten by a dragon.

Her wail of climax jars me back to sentience from the fog of breathlessness,‭ ‬and I feel her spasming and jolting on top of me,‭ ‬her orgasm seizing every part of her before she finally flops forward,‭ ‬off of me.‭ ‬My eyes shoot open as I suck in the first fresh breath I’ve had since she sat back down onto my face,‭ ‬stars swimming in front of my vision.‭ “‬K-...‭ ‬k-kena...‭?” ‬I say dumbly,‭ ‬trying to blink the swirling colored globes out of my sight.

‭“‬Not...‭ ‬not bad,‭ ‬grayskin...‭” ‬I hear Vex pant,‭ ‬though the nord quickly begins to compose herself,‭ ‬sitting up demurely on the edge of the bed.‭ ‬My heart leaps when she reaches into her bedside table drawer and withdraws a dagger,‭ ‬but I relax again when she simply uses it to cut the ropes binding me in place,‭ ‬letting the circulation return to my hands and feet.

‭“‬Are...‭ ‬a-are we done...‭?”

“I am,‭” ‬Vex says,‭ ‬looking back at me.

‭“‬But...‭ ‬are we not...‭ ‬do I not get to...‭?”

“I need to know if you’re willing to serve,‭” ‬she says,‭ ‬and that dark grin spreads over her face once again.‭ “‬So get your things and go to that crypt.‭ ‬You get back with my prize,‭ ‬then we’ll see about your reward.‭”