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It was just after midnight. The dual moons sat high in the sky, both full and lighting up the path in front of Aurelia as she trudged her way up to Cloud Ruler Temple. Her face was splattered with blood and her armor was streaked with vampire dust. She was in serious need of a goblet of wine and a hot bath. With a quick “Hello” to Cyrus at the door, she entered the East Wing.
Once she cleansed herself of grime, Aurelia quietly made her way through the Temple, stepping carefully in an effort to not wake any slumbering Blades. She was looking for the one person who was sure to be awake at this hour. While she wished he knew how to slow down and take a break, she knew better. She crept into the Great Hall, trying her best to stifle the loud creak of the door.
Just as she suspected. By the fireplace sat Martin Septim, hunched over that damn Mysterium Xarxes, brow furrowed in concentration. The table in front of him was littered with old tomes and alchemy equipment. Not necessarily trying to be a voyeur, she observed him for a few moments. Aurelia loved watching him in his element, so focused on the book in front of him. She couldn’t lie, it was a huge turn-on. She cleared her throat to signal her presence. He jumped a bit, before standing up to greet her.
“You’re back!” He gave her a once over, noting her clean appearance. “How long have you been here?”
“About an hour.”
“Oh, why didn’t you come tell me when you arrived?”
She sheepishly grinned at him, averting her gaze. “I was in dire need of a bath. Just covered in blood. And viscera.” She put both hands on the table and leaned towards him. “Simply filthy.”
Foul imagery aside, a pink flush crawled across his face - he was thankful for the dim candlelight. Regaining his footing, he smiled warmly at her. “Nonsense. You’re beautiful regardless of what…fluids…you may be covered in. I’m merely happy to see you come home in one piece.”
Now it was her turn to blush. Home. Hm. She supposed that Cloud Ruler was her home as of late. But it wasn’t the cold brick walls that gave her that sense of peace and security. It was something else entirely.
The Bosmer sat down in the chair across from him and cleared her throat in an effort to push down any more sentimental thoughts. “Have you made any progress with the Xarxes?”
Martin sighed. “Hardly. Tampering with dark secrets, even just reading them, can be dangerous. I can’t escape it, even in my dreams.”
She wasn’t lost on the effect the malevolent book had on his mind. On several occasions, she had been woken up in the middle of the night by Martin shooting awake, shaking and drenched in sweat. He became plagued with nightmares ever since they returned from Kvatch, but after coming into possession of the Xarxes, they were much worse. All she could do was hold him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m struggling with this bit here. You’ve already brought me the Daedric artifact, but the next step is escaping me.” Aurelia gave him a sympathetic look, reaching across the table to take his hand in hers. “Forgive me,” he offered her an empty glass. “Wine?”
“Auri-El, yes please.” She slung her legs over the armrest of her chair. He filled up a goblet for her, then topped off his own. “After the day I’ve had, I’ll need the whole carafe.”
He chuckled, closing the book shut. “Please, indulge me. I’m craving some news from the outside after being stuck with this damned book.”
Aurelia took a long swig of her wine. “Vampires.”
“Vampires?”
“ Vampires . So, I was in town following a lead on some stray Mythic Dawn agents, and I overheard something interesting. Evidently, this guy comes into town, telling everyone he’s a vampire hunter, right? I’m already like, ‘whatever, not my business’ but then he kills a townie.” She took a second, trying to recall what his name had been. “Uh…Bradon, I think. Allegedly, he was a vampire, but it was strange because no one has ever had any problems with him. Nothing weird, just a regular guy. So I do some digging, you know me.”
He nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Always sticking your nose in everyone’s affairs.”
“I prefer to call it helping the community. ”
“Is this not the jurisdiction of the town guard?”
“Well, I spoke with the investigator, but he had hit a wall, so I figured I should step in and help solve their crime.”
Martin gave her a look, suggesting he saw through her faux-altruism.
“What? It doesn’t hurt to have someone owe you a favor.”
He laughed. “Go on, then.”
“So I pay a little visit to Olav down at the inn, and he lets me root around in the guys room. Lo and behold, the ‘vampire hunter’ was a vampire himself!”
“You’re kidding,” he feigned surprise, playing along with her excitement.
“Nope! He was holed up in some cave outside the city, so I snuck in and killed him and all of his little bloodsucking buddies. I just feel awful for Bradon’s wife, but I’m just glad I could clear her husband’s name.”
“You never run out of adventures,” Martin looked at his champion, fondly. “And I certainly will never tire of hearing about them.”
Aurelia blushed. “Oh, you flatter me. I’m not that interesting.”
He topped off her glass of wine. “You must understand, I never leave the confines of the Temple. You could tell me all you did all day was kill a timber wolf, and it would be absolutely thrilling.”
Aurelia sighed as Martin went back to his books. She eyed him across the table, taking note of all of his features, illuminated by the warm candlelight. His clear blue eyes, studying the text in front of him, so focused. She wished they were focused on her . She noted the wrinkle in his forehead, tensing up every once in a while when he was looking at a particularly difficult section. She looked down at his lips, perpetually downturned, yearning for them to be attached to her neck. Gods, she hadn’t been gone that long, but she was craving him as though it had been months.
“I can’t concentrate when you’re staring at me like that.” His stern baritone broke her train of thought.
“Forgive me,” she almost whispered. Maybe it was selfish. Sure, she needed to taste him like a dying man needs air, but she knew he needed to…unwind. She downed the rest of her wine, and circled around to his side of the table. She gently started to massage his shoulders.
“You look like you need a break,” she murmured.
He nearly melted at her touch. “As much as I want to, I can’t quite break away yet.” Martin gave her a pained look. For the love of Akatosh, he wanted nothing more than to throw her on the table and take her right there.
She snaked her arms around his neck. “ My love,” she purred into his ear, “You’ve been working so hard.” She kissed down the side of his neck, as he bit back a moan. In between kisses, she whispered, “Let me take care of you.”
Reaching up to caress her cheek, he employed every ounce of willpower he had to resist. “As… tempting …as your offer is, I have a mountain of research ahead of me. I can’t leave just yet.”
“Who said you had to?” She circled around to his front and sank to her knees. In shock at her rather forward display, he felt his cheeks grow warm. She ran her hands along his thighs, before undoing his belt and moving his robe aside to feel his hardening cock underneath his smallclothes.
His breath hitched. “Someone could walk in at…ahhg…any moment.”
She paused, looking up at him through her long lashes. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Pulling his smalls down, she took in the view. His cock was beautiful. It was dusted a tan pink, the tip already slick with precum. Aurelia fought the urge to take the whole thing in her mouth right there. This was for him, she needed to take her time. Savor it. She licked one long stripe down his shaft, taking note of the large vein running down the center.
“Just imagine,” she continued stroking down his length, “How do you think your Blades would feel seeing us like this? The Hero of Kvatch servicing their precious Emperor down on her knees.” She forcefully spread his legs apart.
He let out a whimper, before covering his mouth with his hand in a vain attempt to cover up any more noises that would be…unbecoming…for someone of his station.
She kissed and nipped his inner thighs, knowing that her teasing was driving him wild. “Do you like when I’m on my knees for you, my lord? ”
He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You are going to be the death of me.” he growled, before sitting back in his chair to let her continue. Anyone else using such formalities with him would earn a book to the head, but coming from her…from down there … Akatosh, he was on fire . He supposed he was due for a break, anyway.
Aurelia sloppily kissed the tip of his cock, running her tongue across the head. He exhaled shakily when she flicked her tongue across his slit, moving her hand down to feel up his balls at the same time. She breathed in through her nose, inhaling his musk. He smelled earthy, like smoke and wood. Gods, she could do this all day. She moaned around his cock, the wet heat of her mouth making his head spin with pleasure.
Martin couldn’t help but look down at her, head bobbing up and down his shaft, taking all of him in her mouth like she was starving for him. Even in this position, she looked so beautiful, her soft features illuminated by the warm candlelight. Her eyes were watering, her face flushed. He placed his hand on the back of her head, gently taking a fistful of hair and guiding her up and down the length of his cock. She gazed back up at him, admiring how he looked in the throes of pleasure. His pupils were blown wide with lust and a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead. The two of them looked at each other as he fucked her face, the air electrified by their shared arousal. She continued her machinations, sucking her cheeks in, moving faster to bring him towards his release. He threw his head back as he shuddered with desire.
“ Aurelia… yes…just like that,” he breathed out. He was getting close, her endless teasing bringing him to the brink of salvation. He was getting closer, right on the threshold -
WHOOSH
The Temple doors flew open, Baurus and Jauffre entering with hushed conversation. Martin’s breath caught in his throat, and he tapped Aurelia on the shoulder to inform her they were no longer alone. The two men were discussing the growing presence of the Mythic Dawn near Bruma when they spotted the future Emperor at his desk, looking oddly…troubled.
What they couldn’t see, however, was the Hero of Kvatch, obscured by a chair on the other side of the table, still with Martin’s rock hard cock in her mouth. Unwavering in her mission, she slowly began moving her tongue around him again. Taking a sharp breath, he acknowledged the men, trying not to rouse any suspicion.
“Jauffre, Baurus, g-good evening.” He cleared his throat. “Can I…ahem…do anything for you?” His cock twitched slightly while addressing his guards. Aurelia stopped for a moment, raising an eyebrow. Did he like this? Nearly being caught? She started stroking down his shaft once more.
“Good Evening, my lord,” Baurus started. “We didn’t expect you to be up so late. Still working through that book?” Aurelia didn’t let up, licking up and down his cock, careful not to make any…conspicuous noises.
Martin clenched his jaw. “Please, uh, we’ve talked about this, Baurus. It’s just, uhm, just Martin. I’m not E-Emperor yet.” He let out a stilted laugh in an effort to be light-hearted. Even while being actively fellated, he still didn’t like the use of his honorifics enough that he simply had to correct his guard.
“My apologies, ser.” Baurus peered at the soon-to-be Emperor quizzically. “Are you alright? You seem frustrated.”
Aurelia accidentally let out a snort, the situation being too hilarious not to laugh, which Martin tried to cover up by clearing his throat again. She sucked her cheeks in, creating some truly incredible suction, nearly pushing him over the edge in front of his two most trusted Blades.
“NO!” he said a little too loudly. “I’m fine, just, uh, getting very close…to translating this first section.”
Jauffre, ever perceptive, flickered his eyes downward. For the love of Talos, he was way too old for this. He moved to lead Baurus out of the Great Hall.
“Baurus, let us leave our Emperor to his studies.” He looked back at Martin. “Your Majesty, I do hope you get some much needed rest after your…business…in the Great Hall has concluded.” He shot Martin a knowing look before turning around to retreat into the West Wing.
“Of course…Jauffre. I t-thank you.”
With the two men out of earshot, Martin exhaled heavily, tension leaving his body. He gazed down at his lover once more. She carried on with her tormenting, tongue licking around the head while her soft hands stroked down the base of his member. He reached down to scratch behind her ears, and she let out a contented hum around his abused cock.
“You little imp,” he playfully chastised.
He was growing closer to his climax, having almost totally forgotten the…incident…from just a few minutes before. The sensation of her mouth on him was enough to make him forget his own name . Aurelia felt his hips begin to stutter, and she knew her work here was almost finished. She moved faster - stroking, licking, fondling him. She wanted him in a puddle on the floor when she was done with him.
“Gods - f-fuck. I’m so…agh…close,” he panted.
She ceased her movements. “ Language,” she chided.
Martin whimpered from the sudden loss of contact, no longer concerned about what disgraceful noises may leave him. He looked down at Aurelia, his eyes pleading with hers.
She slowly began stroking him again. “Oh, did you want me to keep going?” She teased him, chastely kissing his tip. He nodded. “Alright…but only if you ask nicely.” She batted her eyelashes at him.
“Please…for the love of Akatosh… please keep going. I think I’ll cease to live if I can’t feel you again, my love,” he begged. It wasn’t often she was in this position of power - it wasn’t always her favorite. But she couldn’t deny seeing her typically composed and collected lover like this in front of her, so submissive, begging for her touch…it really did something to her. She felt heat building up in her core, smallclothes growing damp with her arousal.
“ Good boy,” she purred. Rewarding his obedience, she took all of him in her mouth, gagging slightly. Lips swollen and slick with a mix of saliva and precum, she licked along his tip, causing him to shudder. The pleasure was almost overwhelming.
“ Divines… I’m about to - I’m so close…where do you want me to…” he moaned again as she gently scraped her teeth along his cock. She looked up at him, signaling with her eyes exactly where she wanted him to finish, and began to move faster on him. The pressure was building too much for him to withstand, his body beginning to tighten up before the impending release.
“I-I’m going t-”
Shockwaves rippled through his body as he came in her mouth, hips jerking, ropes of his hot cum painting the inside of her throat. She swallowed all that he gave her - the taste was salty, but not unpleasant. Resting her cheek on his knee, she gazed up at him lovingly. Aurelia always loved to see him right after the climax. He was practically glowing in the candlelight, eyes heavy-lidded, absolutely spent.
After regaining his composure, Martin looked down at her. “ Akatosh,” he panted. “You are absolutely incredible.”
She giggled, cheeks turning a soft pink. She slowly stood back up, knees cracking from being on the ground for so long. The two made themselves decent before Aurelia leaned on the table, lowering her voice.
“I would be remiss not to mention that you seemed…excited that we were almost caught. Is that something you like ? The idea that someone could walk in at any moment and see you in such a….compromising position? Martin, I didn’t know you were such a little slut.” She stroked his cheek, staring him down.
He went bright red, rendered speechless. Even though he had just been taken for all he had, he felt himself getting hard again. Maybe he did like that.
“I thought so. Next time…maybe if you’re good, I’ll fuck you like the whore we both know you are,” she was inches from his face, whispering her sinful promises. “And maybe…it’ll be somewhere that anyone could walk by and see their future Emperor getting railed into Oblivion.” Her hand moved to the back of his neck before bringing him forward to kiss him. Her tongue found its way into his mouth - he could taste himself on her.
Pulling away from him after defiling his mouth, she sighed. “Well, I suppose you have to get back to your book, right?”
She kissed him again softly before turning to walk back to his bedroom, but he grabbed her wrist and stood up.
“Not so fast. We’re not through here yet. You’re next.” Martin looked at her, carnal desire coloring his features. Her eyes grew wide, surprised by his sudden change of demeanor. She grinned and nodded as he took her hand and led her up to his bedroom, eager to find out what revenge awaited her upstairs.