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Nimawae sat in the darkest corner she could find to watch the jester fuss over the Night Mother. He was muttering and giggling to himself as he performed his Keeper duties. She turned her head to the side as she listened to the last of the Dark Brotherhood leave the Sanctuary to carry out the Night Mother's will, leaving only her and the mad jester.
A very small part of her conscious tugged at what she was about to do, but she coldly shoved it aside. Slowly, so as not to alert him too soon, she raised the blow dart to her lips and exhaled forcefully. The dart struck true, and Cicero slapped at his neck. His astonished eyes turned to her, “Listener –” His legs buckled, and he slumped to the floor.
She moved swiftly and picked up the mad man with an ease that belied her small stature. Nimawae quickly carried Cicero to his assigned room and tied him to the bed. His ridiculous jester hat had fallen off along the way. She used her hunting knife to cut off the rest of his clothes, not bothered in the least for ruining them as she knew he had more stashed away. As she brushed back a strand of red hair from his face the irony of what she was doing was not lost on her.
In another lifetime she had killed a man for raping her sister. Instead of being grateful her sister had turned on her and reported her deed to the clan council. Murdering someone, even one who deserved it always carried the same punishment among many Bosmer clans; death by hanging. So Nimawae had escaped, but not before slitting her sister's throat for betraying her.
Now here she was about to rape a man who had shown her nothing but kindness because she hoped doing so would relieve her of her obsession. She had felt a spark of something when she met him on the road with a broken wagon wheel and the moment, he had stepped into their old Sanctuary she was doomed. He consumed her every thought until it was getting to the point that she couldn't bear to leave the Dawnstar Sanctuary for longer than a few days before hurrying back to see him.
She patiently waited until he woke up several minutes later. The moment his eyes fluttered open she was on him, her lips hovered over his as he blinked in confusion. “Listener,” he said groggily. It took him a few moments to realize where he was and then began frantically thrashing. She pinned his shoulders down.
“Stop that!” she hissed.
“Listener, what – where are my clothes!” he looked down in bewilderment.
Nimawae gave him a ferocious grin and then used her clothed pelvis to rock against him. Cicero gasped and involuntarily bucked up. And then he began to cackle maniacally. “Listener –”
“Be quiet,” she ordered before capturing his lips in a ferocious kiss. As she pried his lips open and massaged his tongue with her own, she groaned loudly as a shiver ran down her spine. Sharp pain burst in her mouth as she realized he bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood. She withdrew and looked down at him as he giggled madly, his lips painted red. To her it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
Still, Nimawae didn't want this to be over before it had even started so she stuffed a piece of his clothing in the Keeper's mouth. She reached down and grasped his manhood, pumping it hard and fast and watched as it grew thick and fat. It was shorter than she expected but imagined it would still fill her in all the right places.
Growing impatient, she yanked off her pants and slid onto him without ceremony, having prepared herself in advance. Both of them groaned at the feeling. “There is nothing more I could want than the feeling of you taking me like a wild animal,” she whispered to him. “But I can't have you running away before the fun starts.”
Nimawae began steadily rocking. She could feel him lifting his hips to push more of himself into her and couldn't help groaning some more when he hit a spot that made her see bright lights. She set up a punishing pace and wished she could capture his lips again. She could feel the inevitable building up and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Is your semen potent, Keeper? If I let you release inside me, will I find myself with child?”
Cicero moaned around the gag and squeezed his eyes shut. “How would you feel dear Keeper to see a physical reminder of what I did to you? Or perhaps you would rather kill me after this to prevent a child from quickening in my womb.”
His eyes opened to stare directly into hers and they fairly blazed at her words. She could not decipher what he was thinking, but she doubted it was flattering to her. Perhaps she was always fated to die this way and join her sister's rapist in the afterlife.
The thought pushed her over the edge, and she gasped loudly as she squeezed around him and with a muffled shout, Cicero also came, juddering his hips as he pushed the last of his seed inside her.
Nimawae lay over him as she caught her breath, before shakily standing up and using another piece of his clothing to clean them off. She took up her dagger and drove it into the bed beside his head. She reached over to stroke the hair that had fallen across his forehead due to their activities. “You're very clever my dear Keeper. I'm sure you'll find a way out of your bonds.”
With that she pulled her pants back on and hurried out of the Sanctuary. She wanted to put some distance between them before he escaped and came after her. The Night Mother would need her Keeper, so she wanted to make sure her body was well away from here and her death couldn't be blamed on him. She only hoped the others wouldn't try to kick him out of the Sanctuary without her around to prevent it.
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She rode for three nights, only stopping for water and nourishment. Having an undead horse certainly had its perks, but she could barely keep her eyes open and knew she needed to stop and rest. She had no fear of Cicero slitting her throat in her sleep as that wasn't his forte. She knew he would rather wake her and watch as she died slowly.
It would be some weeks before the Dark Brotherhood would wonder where she had gone to and by then her body should be far too decomposed for them to identify what killed her. She could only hope they concluded a wild animal or bandit caught her unaware.
Nimawae spread out her bedroll and promptly fell into exhaustive sleep. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she knew it was well past midnight when something awoke her. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and stared up at Cicero as he pet her hair gently. When he saw she was awake he giggled. “You're hard to keep up with Listener,” he crooned as he continued to soothingly run his fingers through her hair. “It was but a few moments when poor Cicero managed to escape his bonds and I've been hard on your heels since. I was beginning to wonder how long the Listener could go on.”
With that he yanked on her hair to pull her head up and kissed her hard. He pulled back and cackled. “Open up that pretty, pretty mouth Listener so I may taste your sweetness once more.” He kissed her again open mouthed, and both panted rather heavily as they made out.
Nimawae felt she could die happy now that she had truly been able to kiss him as she wanted. The jester pulled back and wagged his finger. “Naughty Listener. Cicero is vexed that you took without asking and feels you deserve some punishment. Oh, yes, punishment sounds lovely.”
She nodded. “How do you wish to kill me? My daggers and bow are nearby, or would you rather kill me more quickly?”
Cicero laughed. “Oh, I'm not going to kill you, Listener. I admit a small part of me did want to kill you and defile your corpse as punishment, but I think I'd rather you live so I may defile you as often as I wish.” He leaned forward as he stared intently into her eyes. “And I rather like the idea of your belly growing with my child. In fact, if you are not already with child than I believe we should continue defiling each other until you are and then I will fuck you some more. How does that sound my dear, sweet Listener?”
Nimawae couldn't get any words passed the lump in her throat, so she nodded vigorously. Cicero smiled dangerously and then yanked their pants down and unceremoniously drove himself into her. She bit her lip hard to hold back the scream as he entered her dry. “What was it dear, sweet Listener said she wanted poor Cicero to do? Oh yes, you wanted me to fuck you like a wild animal.”
With some maneuvering, she managed to kick off her pants and wrapped her legs around his waist as Cicero set up a punishing pace. “If this is what the Listener wanted, she had only to ask, and I would have gladly given it to her.”
Nimawae could barely concentrate as she tried to reign in the loud noises she was making. The jester bit her lips in disapproval. “No, let me hear your pretty cries.”
She let go, her cries echoing into the night as he pounded into her in all the right ways. She could feel the pressure building up and with a loud moan she felt ecstasy rush over her. Cicero followed shortly after, he kissed her tenderly as his hands swept over her sides before settling on her stomach. He smirked down at her. “Perhaps the Listener has learned her lesson?”
She gave him an answering smile. “No, I don't think I have. Perhaps another punishment is in order?”
“My dear sweet Listener!” Cicero exclaimed in delight. “I will punish you so many times before the night is out you won't be able to sit astride your horse come morning!”