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When he returned, he had Ancarion with him, and the commanding officer immediately approached the Breton and used Orildor’s robe to clean her up. Orildor tried not to notice. Ancarion then freed her and led her through a door and to his personal quarters. They were small, furnished with a bed, desk and chair, which Ancarion then sat in. He motioned for Lile to kneel in front of him, and she did, brows furrowed.
“So, earn yourself a map,” he murmured, and freed his cock from the confines of his trousers. Her mouth fell open and, in an almost gentlemanly fashion, Ancarion took her hand and guided it to his member. “And take your time, I’ve all evening,” he added, crossing his arms behind his head in a lazy fashion. Lile moved her mouth closer to him and started with a slow, broad lick up the underside of his shaft. He murmured his appreciation and she lapped at him with quick, repeated flicks of her tongue, moving them over his cock until she reached his head, glistening slightly with pre come. Fastening her lips over the head she began to softly suck, lapping her tongue against the slit and causing the mer to buck.
She applied her fingers to the task as she worshipped the length in front of her, massaging his balls gently and wrapping her other hand around him. She pumped her fist slowly back and forth until Ancarion was gently quivering in her grasp, lips and tongue teasing his head gently. She sucked occasionally to keep him gasping, kneading the hard cock with her fingers until Ancarion bucked. Carefully, she slid him into her mouth, swallowing and humming softly. Ancarion did not force her head down or try to push her, which she was grateful for, and she manoeuvred her tongue to lap at him still while she gently bobbed her head up and down his rose-gold length, flushed with blood. Her head moved a little faster as she adjusted to the feeling of him in her throat and at the sound of his moaning fresh arousal bloomed between her thighs. She was certain Ancarion wanted to fuck her and Lile was a little scared to realise she was not above pleading with him to do so.
He placed his fingers gently on the top of her head as she set to pleasuring him, humming and sucking on him as her head moved up and down the hot length and Ancarion groaned. He twitched gently and she sucked a little harder on him, watching his hands move the grip the arms of the chair as he moaned softly. He didn’t swallow any of his noises, his breath coming out in pants and huffs, and his groaning grew steadily louder until with a shout of pleasure he spurted into her mouth, holding her head softly as she quickly swallowed his seed. He pushed his hips upward until he was soft and spent, and then fell back, his breathing laboured and his face flushed. Lile slowly extricated him from her mouth and he almost lovingly wiped a little trail of semen from the corner of her mouth before removing his black gloves and standing. He peeled slowly out of his robes a layer at a time and she whimpered in arousal at the sight of him, naked and gorgeous above her. He helped her to stand and then laid her down on the bed.
“Your cooperation in the matter of our deal is most welcome,” he breathed, his breathing still shaky. “But for a service like that, I think I can throw in a little extra incentive for you.” He kissed her softly, playing with her breasts and moving his lips down her body. Lile flushed as she suddenly realised what he was going to do, and then he had moved his mouth to her stomach, he had parted the red curls between her legs, and she screamed as he went down on her. Eramir had been good but Ancarion began with a direct lick to her clit, flicking it softly before laving her folds with broad laps. Two fingers slid inside her with ease and he crooked them upwards to find her engorged sweet spot. She squeezed his fingers, already so needy as he lapped at her cunt, moving the digits back and forth until the Breton started flowing with lubricant. He sucked at her sensitive nub repeatedly until she writhed, and when she could no longer take the teasing pace his fingers set she begged him for more. Ancarion gave, thrusting his two fingers in and out of her feverishly as he drove scream after scream from the petite, fleshy girl’s throat, her body trembling. And when it was over, when Lile had cum so hard that her vision went white, Ancarion slid up her body and thrust his cock into her.
He fucked her mercilessly and without stopping, burying himself within her again and again, all the while she sobbed in pleasure for the sensations he was giving her and the high he was taking her to. Her mind slowly folded as her world centred on the cock thrusting into her cunt. When Ancarion kissed her again, she lost it, and then his thumb found her clit and she couldn’t do anything about the orgasm that swept over her like a storm. Her back arched, taut as a bowstring, and she dragged her nails down the Altmer’s back until he hissed and bucked harder against her soft body. He kept going, taking her into another high moments after the first, until she shook and her muscles failed her, and she lay back on the bed as a sweaty, helpless mess sheathed around Ancarion’s length. It did not take long for the mer to give in to pleasure, and, growling so loud and so deeply that Lile vibrated with him, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and came.
Ancarion, when he had got his breath back, pulled himself from her and stood, offering her a cloth to wipe herself. She did so and watched him clamber shakily back into his robes. He picked up a piece of parchment from his desk and held it out to her.
“The map, as we agreed,” he began. “Should you ever wish to do business again you will merely need to write to the Embassy with a request to see Justiciar Ancarion.”
Lile took the map as the door opened and Tarindil stood in the doorway, holding her clothes. Grinning, the mer handed them to her, and she dressed carefully under the gaze of both Altmer. Ancarion escorted her from the ship, and Lile disappeared into the Solstheim evening.
When Lile arrived back in Raven Rock an ash storm was brewing and Adril Arano looked jumpy. He approached her cautiously and stooped to whisper something into her ear. She went cold, and ran directly back to Severin Manor, throwing open the door. She searched around for evidence that a squad had been through her home, but there was none. Descending the steps, she summoned a bound weapon and crept forward cautiously. The closed door leading to her bedroom intrigued her. It hadn’t been closed earlier. Readying a fireball, she kicked it open and ran through. What she saw stopped her short.
Narimian was sitting on her bed in full Thalmor regalia, one brow raised.
“You may have broken that,” he commented.
“What in Dibella’s name are you doing here?” she hissed.
“Discovering that you so interestingly failed to mention that you’re the Dragonborn,” he replied. “I can see a great deal of pleasurable interactions in our future, Ms Victorieux. The Thalmor are very interested in having you around.”
She cancelled her fireball and sheathed the blade, which vanished with a snap. Folding her arms, she narrowed her eyes at the Altmer, who simply copied her stance.
“Pleasurable?” she asked. Narimian simply smirked.
“Must I go into detail? Ancarion would like me to keep you alive however possible in case you prove yourself an asset to us,” he murmured. “He did also mention that I was to persuade you to aid us. Now, I have many skills of persuasion, but I believe I know the kind that will work on you.”
Lile’s face burned.
“Are you going to follow me around now?” she snapped.
“Naturally. We have a vested interest in your continuing existence. I am here to protect you, teach you, and if need be fuck you.”
She took two very large steps towards him and glared up at him.
“Then stay out of my way and don’t steal my kills. And get out of my room!”
Narimian bowed, and swept out of the door. Lile sighed.
Her life had just got an awful lot more interesting.