A Chance Arrangement

There's a bench near the fire and I take a seat on it, enjoying this. "A shame that I'm trying to conserve my funds. She was quite beautiful, from what I saw of her back."

"Shall I recommend you to her, for your next trip out?" He grins as I toast my bottle towards him, and then he shakes his head. "I'll need a name for her."

"Aela." I'd rather not give him my full title. Not right now.

"What brings you out here? It can't be a job. This place is as poor as a beggar since the ebony mines dried up."

I shake my head, though I'm not truly in a mood to talk about it. "I...came here to find family. I was disappointed, and so now I'm going home."

Glover looks sympathetic, his rugged features handsome in the firelight as he adds meat and spices to the stew. "Things like that don't always work out as you'd like them to." His tone makes it clear that he knows this from experience. "Anything I can do?"

I gaze at my empty bottle and say "You can get me more of this. A lot more."

And I get a lot more. The mead and the stew help to improve my mood, and eventually more than a few empty bottles are set onto the small kitchen table. I, however, am currently up against the stone wall by the hearth, my shoulders, back, and ass ground up against it as Glover presses against me and kisses me hungrily. Both of us have had a lot to drink, and neither of us are terribly concerned about the fact.

His body is hot and eager and big, and I grow more and more excited as he slides his hands over my cloak and pulls it away, leaving me in my fitted leather. The man takes a moment to look at me, and I note the bulge in his pants as he clearly likes what he sees. "O Gods above, you have been good to me" he murmurs, flicking his gaze up to my eyes with a rakish grin.

"They have, but I haven't... yet." My hand reaches out to grab his shirt, and I pull him in for a brief kiss before I whisper "Where is your bed? Why am I not in it?"

To my surprise the man answers this by scooping me up in his arms and carries me up a spiraling flight of steps to his bedroom. There he sets me down on the bed, though when I try to sit up and resume the kiss he pushes me back down. I'm sure I protest, though my words are a touch jumbled as I watch him begin to unlace my jerkin down the front. He opens it to reveal my naked torso, and my breath catches as he dips his head to lick and suck on my breasts. With a shudder I lie back down and close my eyes, my fingers sliding over the bristly stubble on his scalp.

I writhe and arch my back as he adores my chest, and I'm almost distracted enough to miss how his thick, calloused fingers hook into the waistband of my leather pants and pull them down to my knees, sliding the snug material down my legs like it's a second skin. The relatively cool air of his house only caresses over my nether heated flesh for a moment before his hand covers me, his middle finger sliding within slowly. My voice is hoarse as I groan with pleasure, my fingers tensing on his scalp as my hips begin to move and work against his digit.

For some reason in my drunken state I sit up, keeping my thighs parted for his hand even as I pull off my boots. The jerkin is pulled off and tossed to the floor as well, and Glover tugs off my pants the rest of the way. Soon I'm rolled over and pinned to the bed on my stomach, and I can feel his trapped cock grind its front edge against my ass. "You like that, beautiful?" he grunts, his mouth dipping to kiss along the bow of my right shoulder.

Could I be any more like a bitch in heat at this moment? My hips lift up against his in offering, and I feel my skin heat up and prickle as he, purely by accident, mimics the werewolf habit of biting a mate's nape. Even as I nod, he asks "Where do you want it? I have oil."

Even in my mead-fueled stupor, I realize that he's trying to be cautious. I'm sure he wants children just as much as I do (read that as not at all), so I opt for the choice that would require the oil. Glover reaches over to the small side table by his bed and pulls open a drawer to retrieve a vial. I wait as he prepares himself, then I grip the sheets as he pours a trickle of the viscous liquid directly onto my star, his other hand holding my buttocks apart firmly. An oiled, calloused finger then slowly probes into my tight portal and slowly loosens me, and as he does so I turn just slightly towards my side, so that my left arm can stretch down along my stomach and my fingers can rub and caress between my thighs.

When he pulls his finger away and aligns his cock, I grip the sheets by my shoulder and prepare myself. I've taken men this way, but it hasn't been often. And just as he begins to push against my tight ring I realize why -- how is he possibly going to fit? I gasp and whine, the pressure building higher and higher until my body relents, and the first few inches of his cock pops into my tight embrace. It hurts just a little and I grit my teeth, growling as I deal with it. I know it will feel better as I relax and get used to him, but this man is large.

Glover moans thickly as he finally lodges himself, the man not having bothered to undress at all save for unlacing his pants. My fingers move faster, and with a shudder I can feel myself loosen to admit more of him. Inch by inch he eases himself into my body, filling it more and more. Every so often he adds a little more oil to ease the process, and before too long his hips are up against the curve of my ass, his cock fully sheathed inside me.

Now he pulls his pants down to his knees, not wanting to stain them. He takes his shirt off too, and from the corner of my eye I enjoy how muscled and hairy he is. A small jut of his hips makes me gasp, and he smiles as he gruffs "Do you like what you see?"

"Mmmmm" my throat hums happily, and my hips move and roll against his, making his large cock rub within me, making him gasp. By now he can thrust freely without it hurting, so I move both hands to the mattress ahead of me and start to pull myself forward. He grunts and tugs me back with his hands on my hips, and my fingers dig into the sheets. Each time I try to pull forward he tugs me back with a laugh, until he finally lets me pull off of him entirely to reposition myself.

I get up on my knees near his head board, my hands bracing on the wood as I look back over my shoulder at him. My smile must be enticing, given how his cock twitches, and I slide my left hand back to grip my left cheek and pull it to the side to expose myself in offering. He wastes no time, kicking off his boots and pants to position himself, gripping my hips and thrusting thickly within once more. In this position, however, his hand reaches around to start rubbing at my tender flesh, leaving me to brace and gasp hotly as he ruts. The clap of our sweaty flesh is loud in his bedroom, his cock drilling into my body mercilessly. A string of nectar from my neglected pussy clings to my inner thigh before his hand slides further down, sliding his fingers over my lips.

With a hiss, my fingers grip the headboard as his teeth grip at my shoulder. I shudder, then wince and cry out as his hand slaps the wanton flesh between my thighs. He slaps it again and again, then suddenly rubs my clit as hard as he can. Each time I twitch and tense, until that intense rubbing makes me shudder and scream. All around his cock my body tightens like a vice, and I can feel its length throb and pulse as he groans in climax and gifts me with his seed.

We remain locked together for a moment as we catch our breath. The furs beneath my bare knees are soft, and the sheeting beneath them softer still. My gaze lingers on the bed even as Glover moves away, leaving me feeling empty and pleasantly aching. With a sigh I carefully lean on my hip, catching my breath as the man heads downstairs. The sound of him pissing into a bucket greets my ears and I chuckle as he curses at his odd post-coital aim. Though if there's a bucket being used for that purpose, I'm going to be in need of it soon. We pass each other on the stairs, and he points to where he keeps it.

After a few minutes washing myself with a water-soaked rag, I tiredly ascend the staircase again to collect my clothing. Yet as I get to the room again the man's still naked, and I give him a look even as I pick up my pants and pull them back on.

"Do you have to leave so soon?" he asks sadly.

I nod as I carefully take a seat next to him and pull on my boots. "Yes. But this? This was nice." He wilts a little and looks down at his hands, and I murmur "Nice enough to come back soon."

Glover chuckles with a smile as I stand and put on my jerkin, though I find his arms around me as I'm pulled onto his lap to straddle it. He kisses me again, and I admit that right at this moment I'm tempted to stay until morning. Yet even as his hand begins to slip back into my pants I move away and stand, shaking my head. "I must be away. I'm needed."

His cock, soft though it is, still twitches even as his hands come to rest on his thighs. "Needed?"

"I'm a Companion. A mercenary. Though..." I cup his cheek, and he closes his eyes happily "...I often take contracts. Send a messenger back to Skyrim, to Jorrvaskr in Whiterun, saying you're in need of our services. Say that you have a pest problem and that the little beasts are vicious, and I'll know the job is from you." He nods, opening his eyes, though he catches his breath as I lean down to whisper in his ear "And then I will come for you. Again...and again...and again."

That night I'm on the boat back to Skyrim, wrapped in my cloak and scarf. The light of Glover's forge is visible even far out onto the Sea of Ghosts, and I gaze at it happily. Perhaps this trip wasn't a waste after all.