Smutty Skyrim

A = Aftercare | How do they take care of their partner after a session? How do they prefer to be taken care of?

Tullius had a gift from the Imperial City for you: a comfortable bathrobe in luxurious fabric, perfect to be swaddled in after intense scenes. After making sure you’re warm and comfortable, he’ll fetch you a drink. Usually it begins with water, but he’ll occasionally transition to wines as the night goes on to wind down into a peaceful bedtime. 

Tullius rarely needs to be taken care of. He doesn’t experience many drops as a Dom and has never been on the receiving end of anything too intense. 

N = Noise | What sort of things do they say? What sounds do they make?

The General isn’t one for flowery dirty talk, but he gives commands with confidence. You’re likely to hear simple orders - things that he’s eager for, that he isn’t keen on waiting for. He’ll also remind you of his authority on no uncertain terms. 

“I didn’t tell you to get off your knees, did I? No… If you keep this up I’ll have you sucking me until they ache.”

X = X-tra | What’s another kinky fun fact about them?

Tullius gets very flustered by women in positions of authority. While he doesn’t see himself as a sub and very rarely takes the role of a bottom, every now and then a commanding woman will have him fantasizing about getting tied up and pegged. The Dragonborn is a likely candidate for this, depending on who they are.

B = Body Part

He loves his cock and has little shame in it. It’s large and he knows how to use it - a potent combination that he proudly wields. He has a bit of a thing for cock worship and loves when you take the time to admire it. He craves hearing you say how much you love his dick, and how badly you want him inside of you.

His favorite body part on you is your breasts. He loves taking them in his rough hands and toying with them until you’re squirming. He runs his tongue in circles on your nipples just to hear the gasps you make. As much as he loves tits, he might love yours the most for the reactions he can get from you.

C = Cum

When you’re with Ulfric, you can expect cum just about anywhere. 

He enjoys pumping you full of his seed. There’s something primal about it - something that makes you feel so his. He loves laying in bed beside you as it drips from your pussy and sullies the bedding. He loves watching your eyes as he releases in your mouth. 

At the same time, he enjoys marking you. He’ll happily paint your pretty face with cum, as well as your ass, tits and stomach if you’ll give him the chance. It’s nearly as much a symbol of ownership to him as cumming inside of you, with the added fun of making you look like a filthy mess.

It’s all good by him.

D = Dirty Secret

He wants to fuck a Legion girl. There’s something about the taboo of the thought that he keeps coming back to. Having an enemy soldier at his whims, eagerly doing as he says? A beautiful sight, he’s sure.

E = Experience

Ulfric is experienced. His looks, voice and status have all helped him do well with the ladies, even if his personality might not first catch their attention. It shows when he’s with you - each move being confident, though never mechanical. He’s learned to respond to what his partner wants and time has shaped him into an incredibly attentive lover.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary. He likes being able to look you in the eye when he’s fucking you. He likes to watch your face contort with each thrust of his hips. He leans down, breath hot on your ear, and whispers the filthy things he’s thinking about you. He tells you what he’s going to do - what the rest of the night will entail if he gets his way. In those moments, it’s easy to let him.

G = Goofy

Do not expect a sense of humor out of Ulfric in the moment. He keeps the mood heavy, barely giving you a minute to think of anything but him. He’s not necessarily opposed to his partner having a sense of humor, but if you have a chance to think clearly enough for that he feels as if he’s doing something wrong. 

H = Hair

Ulfric is reasonably untamed. He doesn’t see much of a need to be all prim and proper. Hair isn’t a problem for him, on himself or anyone else, and he actually finds it almost funny if someone tries to make a big deal out of it. It’s just hair. That being said, if you prefer him to be a little more maintained he’ll try to keep it under control.

I = Intimacy

In the moment, Ulfric is intense and personal. He makes the outside world disappear. All that there is is his weight against you and his lips on yours. He aspires to keep your head spinning - to overwhelm your senses and leave you breathless by the end. He can’t accomplish that through anything but attentiveness and diligence. Though capable of being romantic, you’ll often find that his actions most prominently display his confidence and power.

J = Jack Off

Ulfric doesn’t masturbate often. Doesn’t have the need to when there are plenty of women looking to share a Jarl’s bed during the times when he’s single. Even then there’s a select few he chooses to spend his time with, many of whom he’s known for years. He’s more likely to masturbate when he’s with somebody and his partner isn’t in the mood. In those occasions he’ll slip off to fuck his hand, savoring the rare pleasure.

K = Kinks

Power Exchange - Ulfric loves being in charge. He loves when all it takes is a word to get him what he wants. He loves being able to take control of the situation and guide his partner through the pleasure, never neglecting theirs in the pursuit of his. He doesn’t relate much to a full Dom/sub dynamic, but does take pleasure in having the reins the situation. 

Body Worship - It goes both ways. He loves when you fawn over his cock, taking it in your hands and mouth carefully, admiring every inch of the length. He grows hard hearing how much you want it - how much you love it. But he also loves your body and will make it known that he adores it, relishing it fervently as he explores it.

Bondage - As established, he loves having you at his whims. Having your hands tied and your legs bound wide to the bedposts is a favorite of his. He’s wondered once or twice if he might enjoy being tied up, but hasn’t put too much thought into it. 

Size Difference - There’s something about having a partner smaller than him that he enjoys. It adds to the feeling of power, which is one of the things he enjoys the most.  

L = Location

In his bedroom! He’s most comfortable there. When he’s in his element he can fully release all his pent up energy and fuck you as he pleases. He can be confident there will be no interruptions. He’s had to fuck you while traveling before and, while fun for an adventure or two, wound up being absolute torture when he had to consistently restrain himself. 

M = Motivation

Ulfric is the sort to get turned on through visuals. It’s all about what he sees, whether it’s the way you move or the fit of your clothes. Sexy words and seductive touches do the trick, but it’s very easy to rile him on sight alone with the right clothes (or something as simple as nudity).

N = No

Sleep play. He’s uncomfortable with it. He looks for enthusiastically consenting partners, and that’s not what he gets when his partner is unconscious. Even if the person he is with is into it, he will refuse to partake.

O = Oral 

He loves oral. He enjoys giving, but not as much as he enjoys receiving. Having his cock sucked on his throne is, while a rarity, one of his greatest pleasures (“Isn’t it every Jarl’s?” He’d insist). He enjoys both regular and rough oral, finding a time and place for both. If you’d ask he’d say that he doesn’t have a preference, but his true weakness is for when he gets to sit back and let you worship his cock with your mouth.

P = Pace

He’s a hard and fast sort of guy. He tries to take his time but the only restraint he values in the bedroom are the ones pinning your hands above your head, letting his hungry lips wander to your exposed breasts. 

Q = Quickie

Despite enjoying long, drawn out sessions, Ulfric also has his fun with quickies. There’s something about being able to pull you aside and blow off steam whenever he pleases that makes you feel so his. They’re not his favorite, but enjoyable as a treat.

R = Risk

Ulfric doesn’t experiment much in bed. He’s a believer that at this point in his life, he knows what he likes and there aren’t going to be any more surprises. The only reason he hasn’t been tied up himself is his insistence that he’s actually got it all figured out, and a reluctance to give up his control. 

As far as other risks go, he’ll likely indulge in some aspects of edgeplay, particularly breath play, if his partner requests it.

S = Stamina

Ulfric can usually only cum once or twice a day, but the sessions are long. He’s relentless, making a point to fuck you until your pussy aches and your thighs are slick before finally digging his fingers into your skin and filling you.

T = Toys

No toys for Ulfric! He doesn’t think he needs anything but his hands and some leather strips for the two of you to have a good time. Even if you campaign for accessories to aid in impact play, he’ll always prefer to use his hands. He wants it all to be personal.

Modern!Ulfric would be opposed to bringing a vibrator into the bedroom until he finds the joy in tying you up and pressing it to your clit until you’re overstimulated, and cumming until you’re begging him to stop.

U = Unfair

He can be a tease, but his default is far more direct. When he wants you, he’ll make it known with full intent to follow through the first second he gets you alone. An exception to this is those times where he becomes aware that his voice is flustering you, and he leans in close to tell you the filthy things he’s been thinking about you.

V = Volume

He is pretty loud. While he doesn’t often moan shamelessly, there’s frequent grunts, growls and dirty talk. 

W = Wild Card

Ulfric is nervous about sleeping with virgins. He’s done it before, and will do it again, but every time he finds himself with an uncertain wavering in his stomach he doesn’t otherwise get. He wants their first time to be good, and he knows he’s good, but he’s not soft or gentle. It requires restraint that he struggles with greatly.

X = X-ray

His body is marked in scars from years of combat, most of which lost their stories to the sands of time. His cock is about eight and a half inches, and girthy.

Y = Yearning

Ulfric has a pretty high sex drive. It wanders in and out of his mind throughout the day, usually rushing to the forefront when he sees you walk past. He tries to cum at least once a day but will always go for more if he can. His appetites for all things he loves are voracious.

Z = Zzz

B = Body Part

He loves his chest and shoulders. They're broad and muscular, often admired by his lovers. He has a small scar on the left of his chest that garners questions he evades. He never admits that it happened in a scuffle with a mark back in his late teens. It adds to the intrigue and gives him and air of mystery. He likes that.

He's a fan of your hips - not just them, but the curve of your waist into them, and into your thighs with tender meat he could sink his teeth into. He loves running his hands over the swell, taking in the feel of your body beneath them. He like the way they sway when you walk, and the way your blade hangs off them, making his mind wander.

C = Cum

He's not shy about making a mess with cum, as long as his partner is enthusiastically consenting. He likes cumming on your face as you eagerly hang your mouth open, awaiting his hot load. He enjoys the strands splattering across the bridge of your nose and running down your cheeks. It makes him feel like you're so completely his.

D = Dirty Secret

Brynjolf desperately wants Delvin Mallory to catch the two of you in the act. He knows the man finds you attractive, and though the two are friend there's something he can't shake about the thought of Delvin finding him buried inside you as you moan his name.

E = Experience

He's been a lady's man since his late teens, being a good looking smooth talker with a golden voice. It's natural. That being said, he doesn't let this go to his head and is never ambivalent in the bedroom. He puts all his well earned knowledge to good use and tries to make an impression on each partner he has. If you're not particularly experienced he won't mind. He might even be a little eager to show you the ropes.

F = Favorite Position

He likes  to fuck while spooning. He enjoys feeling your breasts from behind, toying with your nipples while he whispers in your ear. It allows him to hold you close if he chooses, as well as bend you forward, holding you between your shoulder blades and yanking back your hair. He's more than content for it to go either way.

G = Goofy

He's got a sense of humor in the sack. While he's not openly cracking jokes and making a show of making you laugh, he has no problem with keeping the mood light. There are plenty of times your fucking will be accompanied by smiles and giggles. Sometimes it's hard to believe this is the same man who can bring the intensity that makes your heart go still in your chest.

H = Hair

Brynjolf remains well groomed, though the hair is often slightly grown out. He keeps it under control but doesn't adhere to the maintenance rigorously. He's never found body hair a turn off on his partners, so he's not sure why it should be a problem on himself.

I = Intimacy

It's easy for Brynjolf to keep things casual, but even with casual encounters he tries to make sure people don't just feel like means to an end. He's suave and smooth talking and it follows him to bed, where he can say just the right things and push the right buttons. However once he's grown comfortable with someone a different side emerges. He's still smooth as ever, but he's more relaxed. There will be more human moments - little quips, unashamed noises - that melt your heart.

J = Jack Off

He doesn't masturbate as often as he wants to. He enjoys taking the time to pleasure himself and get off to the things that float around his head. But he's busy with work more often than not and when he does get a moment to himself there are usually other things he'd like to do. He also tends to fuck often whether he's single or in a relationship, which takes a good amount of his sexual energy. When he gets the chance to get himself off, he usually takes it.

K = Kink

Dom/sub - While he's unlikely to be interested in a full time Dom/sub dynamic he does enjoy bringing it into the bedroom. He loves having you at his whims, eagerly doing as he requests, or when you're stubborn, demands. He personally likes it when you're a bit of a brat, both the playful banter and putting you back in your place.

Hair Pulling - Both pulling yours and having his pulled. He likes the control that his fingers in your hair brings him. On the other side, he likes the sensation of you tugging at his copper locks when he's pounding into you.

Dirty Talk - The man has a silver tongue and isn't afraid to use it. He knows the exact things to say to make you blush, having picked up on how flustered the sound of his voice made you from the day you met. Often, he leans in at the bar in the Ragged Flagon, breath hot on your ear, and whispers every dirty thing he wants to do to you. When you're a blushing mess, he'll order a beer and leave as if nothing ever happened.

Orgasm Denial - He's an insufferable tease and carries it with him everywhere. He'll leave you hanging on the edge, desperate to cum until you're begging him for release. It's only when you're pleading for his cock, rambling off everything you'll do for him if he'll just let you cum, that he'll use his deft fingers to bring you to climax.

L = Location

In the training room at the Thieves Guild is a popular location, as well as the back entrance under the tomb in the early morning, when the other guild members are turning in for their sleep. He likes the risk that comes with being in public as well as teasing you and trying to get you to make noise. It's fun for him and he likes how flustered you get when you're nearly caught.

M = Motivation

Brynjolf gets turned on easily. It might be the way you move, or the way your clothes fit, or something flirty you say, or a look in your eye. Any little thing can set the fire that sends him chasing after you. It's harder to keep him disinterested.

N = No

He isn't into being called "Daddy". He likes you calling him "Sir" and is okay with "Master", but "Daddy" doesn't quite sit right with him. He won't stop a session over it, but it doesn't do anything for him and if you make a habit of it he will ask you to stop.

Despite his love of oral, he also isn't into particularly aggressive face fucking. Some gagging is okay, but he has his limits. The second he sees tears forming in your eyes he'll stop everything to check on you.

O = Oral

As stated, he enjoys oral a lot. He's a big fan of blowjobs and encourages them whenever he can. He'll guide your head down gently, never forcing it if you resist. He sighs contentedly as soon as your lips are on his cock, and guides your head through the motions. He prefers cumming in your mouth whether or not you swallow.

He's more than willing to return the favor. He eats you out readily, moaning softly against your lips as he massages your hips with needy hands.

P = Pace

Brynjolf likes it hard, though not necessarily fast. He'll move roughly, at a pace designed to drive you insane. He only gives you what you need when you're wet and whining. He does enjoy fucking you fast, but half his fun comes from the little ways he can dangle his control over your head and keep you wanting more.

Q = Quickies

He's a big fan of quickies. As fun as foreplay and teasing can be, it's equally fun to pull you aside and go at it in the fleeting minutes you have to yourselves throughout the day. You can expect plenty of them on missions, whether against trees in the woods or in alleyways of busy streets.

R = Risk

He's absolutely a risk taker. He happily tries new things in bed, having discovered plenty of unexpected things about himself through experimentation. He enjoys public sex and fucking you where you could be caught or overheard, and is no stranger to the lighter sides of edgeplay. If you're willing to toe a risky line, he'll happily lead the way.

S = Stamina

Brynjolf is the sort of man to have a couple stamina potions laying around specifically to make sure he can be ready to go as long as you are. Even if he's completely drained by the end of round one (a rarity), he can quickly get himself back in the action with a little alchemical aid. He's always mentally down. It's his body tht needs to recover.

T = Toys

Brynjolf gives you a butt plug to wear under your armor while on missions together. He'll slip it in himself in the back entrance of the Thieves Guild before you leave for the night and will gently side his hands down your pants to massage it while you're on the road.

Modern!Brynjolf has a variety of toys he likes to use on you, some extremely expensive. He seems to have something new every couple of months. You're almost certain they're stolen from sex shops in the area but you don't have enough concrete evidence.

U = Unfair

He's the most insufferable tease, and you're going to have to live with that fact. From the second he picks up on your interest he'll begin his game, with flirty banter and playful winks that are so casual you're left wondering if he means the,. His insistence will make it clear. The infuriating part is despite this, it will take him ages to make his move.

Once you're together, he still drags out his games. He'll have you roped along for a whole day, dropping filthy lines into normal conversation and breezing past them as if he didn't say a word. He'll come up behind you as you work at the alchemy table just to run his hands along your hips, thighs and ass, only to walk away when you begin to lean into his touch. He's the worst and there's not a damn thing that can be done about it.

V = Volume

It's almost scary how silent the man can stay when he's not relentlessly dirty talking you. When you're fucking in public, he's never the reason you're at risk of getting caught. He's the master of keeping quiet, with held breath and shaky exhales muffled by the crook of your neck.

W = Wild Card

He'd be willing to give petplay a shot. Something about having his sweet kitten curled up at his feet, all collared and comfortable intrigues him. He finds it an interesting take on the power exchange and it could be a way to further explore that part of your relationship.

X = X-Ray

Brynjolf is in good shape, though not particularly muscly. His abs are softly defined behind the meat of his stomach. His cock is rather girthy and roughly seven inches long.

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is remarkably high, to the point that some people may find it difficult to keep up. He never pressures you into anything if you're not eagerly saying yes right off the bat. Masturbating isn't quite as fun, but he still enjoys it and won't mind having to go rub one out on occasion.

Z = Zzz...

He's not likely to fall asleep afterwards, unless you pull him into a particularly good snuggle. If you manage to make him cozy enough, he'll relent and doze off with you.

If it was a rough session, she'll usually get you a warm bath. She washes the sweat from your skin, tender around any injuries. Her hands will roam over your body and take in every inch, paying extra attention to your breasts and the swell of your hips. Sometimes her hand will dip low and curious fingers will wander to your clit. She'll rub you to another climax - one less fraught with intensity, tender and patiently coaxed.

B = Body Part

Her favorite body part on herself is her breasts. They're perky and, in her opinion, cute. She loves having them played with and admired. Her nipples are remarkably sensitive.

She likes your ass. She loves the way it moves when you walk, accentuated by the leather of the Thieves Guild armor and the sway of your hips that drives her crazy. She likes grabbing hold of it while she laps at your sensitive clit, nails digging into your skin. While she's hesitant to eat your ass (something about it seems off-putting), if she tries it she'll find yet another way she enjoys your body.

C = Cum

It takes Vex a while to cum, especially in the case of vaginal orgasms. She has the most luck with your fingers flicking her clit while you whisper filthy things in her ear. She loves if you finger her when she begins to climax, and feeling her walls tighten around your digits.

D = Dirty Secret

Often, she doesn't wear underwear under her Thieves Guild armor, including a bra. She'll do this whether she's lounging around the Flagon or on a mission. There's something about the scandal that would erupt if her armor went askew that gets her going. Being able to reveal her breasts to you while you're on heists together is another benefit.

E = Experience

She isn't shy about her experience. She's been with men and women, both long term and one night stands, and enjoyed it all. Ever since she lost her virginity she's been exploring her sexuality pretty actively. She doesn't mind if you lack experience so long as you have a healthy curiosity and appetite.

F = Favorite Position

Vex makes it very well known that she enjoys being fucked from behind. She loves when you bend her over and pin her down with your hands between her shoulder blades as you pound into her with a strap on. She'll mewl your name and push back against you, desperate for more. She also loves being eaten out from behind.

G = Goofy

She's pretty serious in the moment. If she makes a joke, half of what makes it funny is how entirely unexpected it is. Despite this, she actually likes if her partner has a sense of humor. It can serve to loosen the mood and bring out a more lighthearted side of her.

H = Hair

Vex likes to be clean shaven, though she doesn't always get the opportunity to make that a reality. She mostly prefers it that way to mitigate any messes. It's more convenient to her, even if it can feel like more work in the moment.

I = Intimacy

When someone sleeps with Vex, they get one of two sides depending on who they are. One is more aloof, almost reluctant to let on how you pleasure her and eager to leave after the deed is done. The other is more passionate, where her touches can range from gentle to fervent, but never ambivalent. You in particular get the latter, with rambling words of praise undoing you.

J = Jack Off

She enjoys masturbating and usually finds time for it when she doesn't have a partner to keep her needs met. She'd always rather blow off steam with somebody else. While she might hold off pleasuring herself if she thinks there's a chance to have some fun with you soon, she doesn't see why she only needs to cum once and will happily satisfy herself until the two of you do fuck again, even if it's within the hour.

K = Kink

Dom/sub - She doesn't like intense Dom/sub dynamics, but she does enjoy a level of power exchange. She's a switch, thriving in the role of both the bratty sub and the commanding Dom. It's hard for her to say which role she prefers, as it varies based on her partner. Sometimes it depends on her mood, but often the dynamic is chosen based on her chemistry with that particular person.

Spanking - She both enjoys being spanked, and spanking you. She likes your ass, she likes playing with it, and she likes striking your skin and hearing you yelp her name. It's a natural fit. And at the same time, you forcing her over your knee when she snarks at you, or smacking her with a firm palm as you fuck her drives her insane.

Light Choking - Much like spanking, it can go either way. She mostly likes the feeling of the power exchange that comes from having your hand on someone else's throat. Some light pressure to restrict blood flow is also fun, but she doesn't like anything intense.

Praise - She praises you on instinct when she likes what you're doing, but a secret of hers is that she longs to be praised herself. The ever confident thief loves to be assured she's a good girl as she laps at your folds. She'll writhe under your touch if you whisper how good she's taking it as you fuck her.

L = Location

A mark's house. She's learned someone's schedule just so she could fuck you on a stranger's clean bedding and would love if you'd do the same for her. She fantasizes about you sitting on a noble's dining room table as she eagerly eats you out. Maybe the neighbors will hear you cum.

M = Motivation

Vex likes watching you move - whether this is just the way you walk, or the way you deftly make your way through a shop on your way to a valuable lockbox. She fixates on your hands while you pick locks and gets lost watching your lips move when you talk.

N = No

Roleplay - She has no idea how to get into character and just finds it generally awkward. She's tried it at the request of several partners and the sessions always fumble to an uncomfortable halt. She can take the mantle of a sub or a Dom, but asking her to be a priestess of Dibella, or a damsel in distress, or a catgirl? It's not going to work out.

O = Oral

She likes giving oral more than she enjoys receiving, and she really enjoys receiving. She thinks she's better with her fingers but prefers burying her face in your wet cunt and working her tongue against your clit. She like shearing you gasp out her name and feeling your fingers tangle in her hair.

P = Pace

When Vex is in control, the pace is slow in a manner that makes it clear she's trying to milk everything she can from you. She savors every second of pleasure, moving with calculated hands and precise fingertips. She rolls her hips - teasing, daunting - and you groan in anguish and pleasure.

When she's on the receiving end she likes it fast and hard. She enjoys being pinned down as you fuck her as roughly as you can manage, pounding out every last bit of tension residing in your bodies. She rarely meets her limit, relishing in the intensity and begging for more.

Q = Quickie

Quickies are fun, but Vex prefers to drag the whole experience out. She's a big fan of foreplay and feels like going straight to the act skips a large portion of the pleasure. And once you begin, she doesn't rush for the climax. She only exception is when you're fucking somewhere you're not supposed to be, but even then she'd rather take whatever time she can to prolong it. Taking your time means you're more likely to get caught That excites her.

R = Risk

She's an eager risk taker. She enjoys the possibility of someone coming home while you're fucking, and slipping out of someone's house with lingering fluids tucked under the blankets. She can get off to the thought of the rumors that would spread if the two of you were caught.

She hasn't dabbled much in the edgeplay side of risk, save for choking. She might be willing to once she trusts you enough but it's unlikely she'll enjoy anything too intense.

S = Stamina

She often goes for a while, both because of preference and because it can take her a bit to cum. Extended sessions are the norm for her. Usually she's exhausted by the end of the first round, but if you give her some time to recover she's always interested in another.

T = Toys

Vex loves when you fuck her with a strap on. Even though  she cums best from her clit being played with, she enjoys penetration. The two of you pick the ideal toy together - one that you'll both enjoy being fucked by - and spend the next few days putting it through rigorous tests.

Modern!Vex would have a wide collection of vibrators. Once you had a chance to play with all of them, she'd give you the one you liked best to keep for when she isn't around.

U = Unfair

She is absolutely a tease. She goes out of her way to whisper dirty thoughts into your ear when her mind starts to wander and her hand will slip to your ass regardless of where you are, as long as she doesn't think there are any eyes on you. Sometimes she begins her seduction hours before you'll have a chance to act on it. It makes you squirm and she loves it.

V = Volume

She makes a moderate amount of noise. She starts off as mindful as she can be about to sound but she's quick to get lost in the moment. You'll usher out shameless moans and rambling dirty talk. She can keep it down if she needs to, but it takes effort.

W = Wild Card

Vex has more experience with men but has a preference for women. At the same time, she's less likely to make a move on a woman. She tends to be more nervous about what ladies think of her. With men she's usually confident, but that falters when she's dealing with the same gender. But never mistake her reservation for disinterest.

X = X-Ray

She has a c-cup chest with small rosy nipples that often stand pert in the Skyrim chill. Her stomach is toned but still soft, as are her thighs. Her hips are more narrow, and her ass is more on the small side, though still rather perky.

Y = Yearning

There's no hiding that Vex has a high sex drive. She enjoys fucking, and particularly enjoys fucking you. She tries to pretend it's a preference, not a necessity, but she tends to get cranky if she doesn't cum nearly daily. Even if she's not actively horny, she's probably still down.

Z = Zzz...

B = Body Part

Aela loves her legs. They’re muscled and shapely, and could probably kill a man. She hasn’t tried, but she’s contemplated it a time or two. She loves pinning her partner’s face buried in her pussy  and holding it tight in her grasp.

She loves your ass. She’s had her eyes on it since you walked away from your giant slaying encounter in the fields outside Whiterun. Aela will never miss an opportunity to grab it, or sink her teeth into your flesh. You’ll likely get many bruises in the pattern of her bite on your ass and thighs.

C = Cum

Aela likes cumming on your face. Particularly when she’s sitting on your face, and you’re held there as your lips become slick with her fluids and your tongue works her cunt. It makes her feel as if she’s marked you - claimed you - in some sense. 

D = Dirty Secret

Sometimes Aela’s wolf instincts make her feel a little humpy. Typically this manifests as holding you down and rutting violently against you, but when you aren’t around to satisfy this craving, she’ll resort to humping pillows and furniture. She’d be mortified if anyone ever found out, and the odds are she won’t even tell you about it.

E = Experience

Aela is experienced with both men and women and it shows in every action. She moves with confidence and has several techniques to try if one isn’t doing the trick. She doesn’t hesitate to discuss her experience with you - honesty is important in a partner after all. 

F = Favorite Position

Aela likes being on top in any capacity. Sometimes this means sitting on your face, and others times it means pinning you to the mattress and tribbing against your wet pussy. As long as she’s able to display her dominance she’s satisfied.

G = Goofy

In the moment, Aela is serious. That’s not to say she can’t laugh, it’s just that she’s not going to be trying for it. If something funny happens she’ll always crack a smile. Funny is always going to be funny. But she worries too much humor can ruin the mood, and the last thing she wants is to pull you out of such a primal, passionate headspace.

H = Hair

Aela doesn’t have thick body hair, and most of it remains shaved when she is staying at Jorrvaskr. On the road, she tends to let it get more unkempt, as there are bigger things to be worrying about.

Her pubic hair is kept neat and trimmed, but will never be shaved clean. It’s too time consuming when she already has to shave everything else.

I = Intimacy

Though Aela can be rough and relentless in the bedroom, it will always feel intimate. She fucks with intensity that leaves you feeling like the only soul alive. She has a predator’s focus - fixed on your pleasure and the sound of you crying her name. Every second spent in the bedroom with Aela is one spent solely for each other.

J = Jack Off

Aela doesn’t get off often but when she feels like it she won’t hesitate. She has the sex drive to masturbate frequently, but finds herself too busy or distracted most of the time. She also doesn’t enjoy sneaking off and getting caught, and her late night hunting trips draw enough attention as is. When she does get off, she’s so pent up she’ll climax quickly. Within minutes her fingers will be slick with her juices, and she’ll be licking them clean.

K = Kink

Power Exchange - Aela likes being in charge, and she wants to make sure you know it. She enjoys giving verbal commands that you follow, and holding you down and doing whatever she pleases with you. She purrs when you call her your Mistress or Master, and will have you grovelling at her feet for a chance to lick her cunt. If she has to fight you to take control, that’s all the better. She will put you in your place. 

Biting & Scratching- She likes it rough, and that means sensation, pain, and leaving marks. She loves sinking her teeth into your shoulder and hearing you cry out. She enjoys your nails raking up her thighs, pulling her close as she ruts against your cunt. 

Impact Play - There’s something about feeling your cheek smack off the back of her hand that does it for her. She prefers to hit you with her palms, striking your face and smacking your ass, but if you’d prefer her use a paddle or cane she’s more than eager to. The marks they leave drive her insane, as does the primal feeling of the hitting.

Overstimulation - She likes playing with you until you can’t take it. She’ll work your clit until you’re sobbing her name. You’ll cum five times and she’ll refuse to let up the friction until she sees tears streaming down your pleading face from the pleasure. 

L = Location

Aela enjoys particularly large beds. She likes having enough room to play and get rough without winding up on the floor. Granted, she has just as much there, if not more on occasion. It all depends on her mood.

M = Motivation

Scents can get her going quickly. Sometimes it can be musk after you’ve worked out, and others it’s as simple as the smell of your panties. Whatever the case, it will drive her insane. She enjoys keeping an article of your clothing while you’re away from each other, not only as a memory but as an aid for those nights she gets lonely. She’ll bury her nose in your underwear desperately imagining her tongue is lapping at the folds of your pussy.

N = NO

Aela doesn’t like bringing weapons into the bedroom. Toys like paddles and canes are fine, but bladed or blunt weapons designed to do battle? It’s not happening. She’ll never hold a knife to your throat or wield an axe to threaten you. She prefers her hands to intimidate. She feels she has more certainty and control over her motions, and you’re less likely to get accidentally injured.

O = Oral

As established, Aela loves sitting on your face. She’ll ride it until she can’t handle the stimulation anymore, or you’re begging for a moment to breathe. When it comes time for her to give she’ll be more than eager. She uses her tongue deftly and skillfully, coaxing you toward climax with ease. She’ll flick your clit until you’re whimpering her name while her hands keep you pinned firmly in place.

P = Pace

Aela fucks fast, hard and aggressive. It’s common to be aching the next day (or two, on occasion). She’ll leave bruises on your thighs. Your hips will be sore when you walk. You might find your cunt a tad raw from how fervently she fucked it. Having marks from the previous night rarely makes Aela go easy on you.

Q = Quickie

Quickies aren’t her favorite, but she can enjoy them just fine. She likes milking every drop of pleasure she can from an encounter. Sometimes it’s fun to do that as fast as possible, trying to bring you to climax within minutes. Others, she prefers patience.

R = Risk 

Aela likes controlled risk. She likes settings that seem intense that are, in reality, perfectly tame. She’ll discuss intense scenes with you before you participate and all of her strikes are chosen to hurt, not injure. She’ll always have second thought if there’s a chance of anything going seriously wrong. 

S = Stamina

Aela’s stamina is admirable. She can cum quickly but is eager to do so as many times as she acn. She’ll cum against your mouth until your jaw aches, stop for a drink, and come back to scissor your pussy until you’re whimpering.

T = Toy

Aela has a dildo that doubles as a strap on when the situation arises. She uses it when she gets the chance, bringing it with her on solo hunting trips, or the adventures the two of you go on together. She’s more than eager to share it with you. Seeing you cum around her favorite toy drives her insane.

Modern!Aela has a strap on collection, multiple vibratros, and a couple butt plugs.

U = Unfair

Unfortunately for you, Aela is a massive tease. She likes making you not just want her, but need her. Whether she’s fondling your ass or whispering in your ear in a low, sultry voice, she’ll be pulling all the strings that will inevitably lead to you in bed beside her. She’ll drag the game on for hours - days, at times - and it always ends with you begging for release with her head between your thighs.

V = Volume

Aela can be quiet when she needs to be, but naturally she’s on the loud side. She commands you with ease and dirty talk is natural for her. She’ll moan and sigh, and in the heat of the moment, when passion overtakes her, you’ll hear an animalistic growl in your ear.

W = Wildcard

On the more taboo end of the spectrum, Aela is interested in watersports. She sees pissing on you as marking you. She’d love to pin  you down and let loose a stream of hot piss against your cunt, then rut against your clit until you’re shamefully climaxing in the mess. 

X = X-Ray

Aela’s nipples are dark and small, often standing pert in the Skyrim chill. Her body is well toned with pale scars dotting the skin. Pink velvet lips poke out from tufts of copper hair.

Y = Yearning 

Aela has a high sex drive, but she’s trained herself to be able to focus on other things first. You might believe in the beginning that she has little interest in sex. Once you have her interest you’ll discover that’s the furthest thing from the truth. 

Z = ZZZ

The two of you have been a team for months. It has become an unspoken rule that when one of you takes a job, the other will be along to help. In this time, Farkas has become your closest friend.

There are few boundaries left between the two of you. Your comfort grew quickly, and after an assassination attempt while you were getting changed the two of you decided to stick closer to each other's sides. You began bathing together - never looking at each other, but always in close proximity. If anything happened, you'd be right there.

It began in dead silence - washing yourselves with an uneasy tension hanging in the air. After a few times, it began to change. You'd find yourselves chatting and laughing like any other time. When you inevitably caught glimpses of each other's bodies, your faces would flush but nothing would feel amiss.

These days, you're comfortable being naked around each other. You're used to the sight of his body, even if it makes your mind wander and a heat brew between your legs. You're well acquainted with his broad chest and the dark hair that hides pale scars. You're familiar with the contours of his muscles - his defined abs and chiseled legs. And you'd say you're unbothered by his toned ass and perfect cock but that would, of course, be an absolute fucking lie.

You found a section of land and hot springs hidden away from the others. Obscured by a spattering of barely-leaved trees and rocky outcroppings, it's the perfect place for you and Farkas to set up camp and grab a bath. He's already shedding his armor. You're digging in your bag for a collection of very special items.

When you were last in Solitude you stopped by a beauty store. It sold cosmetics, lotions, soaps and shampoos - all beautifully scented, and many crafted with magical properties. You couldn't walk away from a chance to pamper yourself on the road and scooped up the most tempting products. This seems like the perfect time to put them to use.

You strip, leaving your clothes and armor in a heap by your bag. You take the bottles and eagerly carry them with you, along with a tankard to aid with washing. The dirt is rough on your bare feet but you pay it little mind.

Farkas is reclining in the steaming blue-green water, staring out at the horizon. The first hints of twilight linger at the edge of the sky, peeking between the rolling mountains.

You sit at the water's edge and dip in your toes. The heat from the water eases the lingering pain.

"Hey, Farkas... Remember that soap shop?" You ask, struggling to choke back an impish tone.

"I try not to," He replies with a gruff chuckle.

"That's the one." You smile. "What would you say if I picked up a couple things?"

"You didn't..."

"Guilty."

"Why?"

"Easy. I thought we deserved a chance to pamper ourselves." You reply.

"Don't see much of a need to." He shrugs. "Water's always treated me just fine. Some soap when I need it."

You fight a grimace. "A deep clean isn't gonna hurt you."

He glances upwards and eyes the collection of items suspiciously.

"Are they enchanted?" Farkas asks.

"Sorta." You smile, picking up the shampoo you bought for him. "This one smells like evergreens. It's said to 'enhance physical relaxation'. And we've got a bottle of body wash to split. Elves ear, mint and honey. It's supposed to remedy wounds, soften skin, and leave you feeling uh..." You glance at the fine print handwritten on the label. "Wonderfully Revitalized."

He stifles a laugh. There's a sparkle in his pale eyes when he smiles. "I think I'm all set."

Your lips twist into a pout. You're deflating, but you're not willing to give up yet.

"Just let me wash your hair. If you're not relaxed by the end of it, I won't make you suffer though this ever again." You say, popping open the bottle and holding it out for him to sniff.

He takes a whiff and pauses. After silently weighing options he replies, "Alright. For you."

You sit on the ground behind Farkas, legs dangling into the water. He sits in front of you, leaning against your shins with his head tilted back, waiting for you to begin.

You fill the tankard with water and pour it along his hairline. It runs slick off the grease. Frowning, you repeat the action. You run your hands through his locks, encouraging the liquid deeper.

Once they're properly saturated you pour the shampoo into your hands. It smells of fresh cut wood and pine and its translucent amber color is reminiscent of tree sap.

You lather it into his hair. As your fingertips massage his scalp, he sighs. The bubbles begin to froth beneath your hands. You massage the skin and comb through his hair. He relaxes into your touch.

The soap trails down his neck. Slowly, his shoulders sink. His eyes close and his face softens.

Satisfied with your work, you take the tankard and refill it with the warm water. You use it to wash away the shampoo. The suds run down your legs and you feel the ache in your calves begin to soften.

You use your fingers to work out the last of the soap and squeeze the excess water from his hair.

Finally complete, you lean back.

"So, how was it?" You ask.

Hesitantly, he sits back up. He blinks away the beginnings of sleep in his eyes and his lips curl into a smile. "That was... Nice... Is there enough for you?"

"I bought a juniper one. The lady said it would go nice with the soap. It's for 'relaxation and grounding'." You take the bottle and open it for a sniff. It's piney with a hint of peppery spice lingering in the background.

"Hand it over." Farkas says.

"Wait, really?"

"Sure. Give me the bottle and get in."

You do as he says, slipping into the water and sitting cross legged in front of him. As the heat soaks into your bones, you feel your muscles loosen. The tension begins to melt away.

Farkas kneels behind you, and you lean your head back in preparation.

He pours the warm water over your hairline, allowing it to run down into your locks. He repeats the motion, soaking your hair until it clings to your neck. You close your eyes and relax into the sensation of the water rolling down your back.

He pauses to ready the shampoo.

He slathers the cool mixture on top of your head and begins to work it in with calloused fingers. He massages along your forehead and down to your temples, then up toward your crown. He slips his hands beneath your hair to the base of your neck, where salt and sweat cling. Bubbles rise with his work. The sweet evergreen spice of the juniper is more pronounced.

The concoction's effects are swift, and soothe your weary muscles. The tension eases out of your worn body. You become aware of the areas in which it lingers. You roll your shoulders and massage your thighs with your knuckles to dispel it. With the aid of the near-potion, it's quickly whisked away.

He lathers your hair, taking the time to scrub away the weeks of grease and grime coating it. It's far too rare that you get to properly clean it like this. Shampoo is a rarity on the road, let alone any kind good. What you're experiencing here in this hot spring is a luxury like no other, you're sure of it.

You're jolted from your thoughts by something brushing against your back.

You jump.

Farkas laughs.

"Get a little lost?" He asks, stroking your hair and soothing your racing heart. "That was just me."

A hand on your shoulder eases you back into comfort.

"Don't move." He instructs.

The water behind you is disturbed as he turns around. You hear another cork pop - the body wash. There's the rubbing of palms, and two firm hands on your back. They move in circles. The minty cool suds linger on your skin. The faint herbal smell of the elves ear lingers with the sweet of the honey.

"You've needed to relax for a while, huh?" He asks, thumbs working the muscles of your shoulder blades.

"I barely remember what that word means." You sink into his touch. A soft sigh leaves your parted lips.

"That makes two of us." He brings the soap up toward your neck and kneads the tightness. "Let's see if we can figure it out."

A moan escapes you as he hits a tender spot.

With the aid of the soap, your aches begin to find relief. A small gash on your side seems to mend beneath the runoff.

His hands travel down to your biceps. They rub the tender skin. Your cuts and bruises patch themselves under his palms.

He pauses for another handful of body wash, and you feel him circle in front of you. He casts a shadow through your eyelids that reminds you of his presence.

His fingertips tuck the stray hairs clinging to your forehead behind your ear. Your lips curl into a smile.

The backs of his knuckles trail down your cheek, along your jawline and linger under your chin. He tilts your head upward.

You feel breath hot against your lips.

Your eyes flutter open.

Farkas is close - his piercing silver eyes bearing down on you and lighting a fire in your gut.

"Close your eyes," he says with a low rasp, "I'm not done yet."

With flushed cheeks, you let your eyelids fall shut.

His fingers trail down your throat and along your collarbone. They brush along your chest, wiping away the dust of the road and steadily dipping lower.

You take an uneven breath. Steeling yourself, you lean back, displaying your chest for the pleasure of his wandering hands. They slide down and palm your breasts. He runs his thumb briskly across your nipple, your skin slick from the soap. You bite back a moan.

He repeats the motion, pressing firmer. Your nipple is pert under his touch. A new tension begins to grow between your legs.

"Farkas..." You whimper, nearly startled by the sound of your own voice. In the dark - in the midst of the sensation - it sounds booming.

His hands slip to your ribs and guide you up onto your knees. "Follow my lead..." He instructs. He navigates you backwards and to the right, until you're in water that reveals your pussy. Small ripples lap against your thighs just inches below.

His soapy hands roam down your sides. They caress your thighs and move back to your ass. He takes a handful in his sizable grasp and groans. He squeezes it, admiring the supple flesh. You gasp as his other hand moves to your other cheek. Eager fingers exploring your body slip toward your anus, brushing the sensitive skin and sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

The ache grows stronger. You long for the ache of his touch on your cunt - of the feeling of his fingers rubbing against you.

"Please," you manage through a breath.

Curious hands slip forward. One lingers on your hip, massaging the tender area that makes you squirm. The other wanders to your pussy.

He ghosts his fingers along your outer labia. You quiver beneath his touch. You work to steady your breathing.

He slips a digit into your folds. It runs back and forth, hitching your breath, before inching slowly forward.

He gently caresses your clit. A surge of pleasure rolls through your body. He flicks it with a barely there touch. You try and press your hips down against him for more friction.

He pulls back.

You whine and needily rub your thighs together.

"Sit on the edge." He commands with a steely voice. It tightens the knot in your gut.

You open your eyes and are disoriented by the returning world. Colors seem vivid, though night rapidly approaches. Blackened pines tower around you, as does Farkas, looming above. He kneels in the water, with well muscled legs guiding your eyes up to his tapered hips. His cock stands proudly out of the water. It's the first time you've seen it erect, and it's above average length with imposing girth.

"Go on. Sit." He says, gentler.

You nod, and perch yourself on the ledge where the land meets the water. Stray dust from the ground clings to your ass. He pays it little mind as he pushes your legs apart.

On his knees he leans forward, peppering feather light kisses down your chest and belly. Stubble tickles your skin, sensitive and set alight from the teasing.

His hands hook behind your thighs and push you back lightly. He tilts your hips so your pussy his better on display. You prop yourself up on your elbows to observe the man between your legs.

Farkas has a hunger behind his eyes. His breathing is ragged as he leans down and takes your cunt in his hot mouth. An eager tongue runs along your slit. You press the back of your hand to your mouth in an attempt to silence a moan.

He turns his attention to your clit. He gives it a long lick, and a pause. Then, he repeats the motion. He draws out each movement until you're writhing in his grasp. He moans against your skin, burying his face into your pussy eagerly. Zealous, messy gestures shift to steady, purposeful circles.

Your thighs tighten around his head. His stubble is rough on the inside of your thighs, forcing your attention to remain on the man fervently working your desperate cunt. You tangle your fingers in his dark hair - locks soft to the touch.

He grunts. Water splashes as he thrusts his hips forward. He laps at your clit ravenously. His growls reverberate through the nerves. He leads you closer to the edge. The feeling winds into ball, tightening rapidly. His hands are unyielding on your thighs with fingertips threatening to bruise.

You reach your climax. Your moans echo into the night. Your legs wrap tight around his head, holding him close as you ride out your orgasm against his lips.

He slows his motions as you come down.

You release him from your legs and lower them to his sides, dangling your feet in the soothing water. The steam soothes goosebumps rising on your calves.

"Feeling more relaxed?" He chuckles, sitting back on his heels. He licks your fluids from his mouth.

"A bit," you reply in a dreamy haze, "but I think we still need to do something for you."

"I have an idea for that." He says. His hands behind your legs tighten and he pushes you onto your back. You yelp lightly as air escapes your lungs. He looms over you with a knee on the solid ground, and his other leg in the water. "All you gotta do is ask."

"Please," You spread your legs wider for him.

"Please what?" He asks, pushing you further back  and better revealing your dripping wet cunt.

"Please fuck me," Your tone verges on pleading, "I need your cock."

"Since you've been a good girl..." His voice is low and gruff. He spits in his palm and rubs it on his cock, lubricating the length. He grumbles as his fingers roam his shaft. You tremble in anticipation.

His head rests at your entrance. Experimental hips thrust back and forth, grinding his tip against your waiting hole.

"I've been waiting so long for this," he sighs, slipping the head in slowly, "always imagined what this would feel like..."

You stretch as he enters you. It takes a moment to accommodate his girth. He groans, savoring the feeling of your walls around him.

"You're tight..." He says through a clenched jaw. With a thrust, he fills you to the hilt.

You squeeze softly with your pussy and elicit a growl from the man.

He rolls his hips, pelvis bucking against your clit as he grinds into you. His thick cock sends pleasure shooting through your hips. It crawls up your spine and curls your toes. Rivulets of water run from his hair down his chest, drawing your eyes to the sculpted contours of his muscles.

Smiling, your breaths turn to gasps. Soft mewls escape your lips despite yourself.

"So wet..." He mumbles. His pace grows faster. You hear the slick sound of his cock pounding into you above the lapping of the water with his motions.

"Farkas... You feel so good." Your palm clamps over your mouth to mute another needy moan. His cock rams against a sensitive spot. The pleasure could overwhelm you. You feel your pussy spasm around his length.

"Cum for me." He commands.

His words nearly tip you over the edge. Your dangling by a thread, with heaving breaths and hands desperately grasping at the soil.

"Cum for me."

The tension releases, and bliss overtakes you. His name escapes as a sob. Waves of pleasure course through you with each rock of his hips.

Your walls convulse.

His movements grow erratic.

At the sensation, and the sound of your wanton gasps, he cums. He utters an animalistic growl, nails digging into your thighs as your twitching cunt milks the hot seed from his cock. He rides his orgasm out, skin bucking against your sensitive clit. The feeling nearly brings you to another climax.

Panting, he releases your legs.

They fall unceremoniously into the water, sending droplets raining down upon your thighs and stomach alongside the excess drops of cum Farkas shakes from his cock.

The world begins to come back into focus. Above you is the sky, painted purple with the settling hues of night. Twinkling stars and marbled moons look down on you, as does Farkas. He stands in the water at your feet with a grin on his face.

"Relaxed." He repeats the word with satisfaction.

"Yeah..." You reply lazily. Thoughts begin to resurface in the still that has overtaken your brain. In the swirling medley you catch one detail: "You know, we still need to wash you."

He sighs and sits in the water, splashing down in defeat. "Is there gonna be any more of that?"

"Only if you'd like."

He chuckles. "If I have it my way you'll be moaning my name for the rest of the night."

You glance over your shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of your partner, Brynjolf. With any luck he hasn't been snagged by the authorities yet. Of course, the smooth talker could surely work his way out without a hitch. Still, too much risk for your taste. Even if that is a thief's way.

You spot the man close behind, copper hair covered by his dark hood. No guards are in sight.

A smile tugs at your lips. You might actually get away with this.

You bound over a rusted metal gate. It rattles behind you as Brynjolf makes the hurtle. Just a little further and you'll be at the back entrance to the Thieves Guild and away from prying eyes.

The dewdrop covered grass of the cemetery muffles the sound of your boots. You rush past the worn, crooked headstones and into the small mausoleum. You only notice Brynjolf's arrival behind you by the shadow looming across the floor.

You press the weathered button on the sarcophagus. With the harsh sound of stone against stone, the floor opens and gives way to a familiar staircase.

A firm hand on your lower back guides you down the steps.

"Gotta love those close calls, eh, lass?" Brynjolf's hushed voice wears a chuckle. Through the shadow of his hood you see a twinkle in his emerald eyes.

"You're saying that like I had some part in this." You reply with a whisper.

"Oh? Where else do you suggest we put that blame?"

"On the guy who slapped my ass while I was trying to pick a lock." You stifle a laugh.

"Ah, but you're the one who made that precious little sound."

"You mean the yelp that got us busted?" You smirk and pull the weathered chain hanging from the wall. With a groan the ceiling above you begins to slide shut.

"That would be the one." He gives a devilish smile - the last thing you see before the entrance is closed and the alcove is submerged in darkness. "We both know you're not the best at keeping quiet."

Your face flushes. You blindly reach out in the black to smack his arm. The back of your hand slaps off leather. "I'm quiet!"

"Aye, which is why we almost always get busted when we try to have fun in-"

"The training room is just echoey!" You reply, obstinate. "That's on the room. I'm perfectly inconspicuous."

Brynjolf leans in close. His nose brushes your temple and his breath is hot on your ear. "You sound mighty confident in yourself, lass. Care to put that to the test?"

Your breath catches in your throat. "What are you suggesting?"

"A challenge of sorts." He purrs as his hand catches yours. He places a kiss by your ear and another beneath it. "What do you say?"

"What are the stakes?"

"Simple: if you lose, we get caught." His other hand finds your face. A thumb brushes your lips. Using his fingertips as a guide, his mouth finds its way to yours. His lips gently press against yours, lingering for only a moment.

"And if I win?" You ask through uneven breaths.

"Isn't this a victory enough?" He catches your lower lip between his. His hand slips from your cheek to your waist where he pulls you flush against his body. He guides you backwards, step by step, until your back is pressed to the cold stone wall. His chest is warm against you, igniting the heat in your stomach.

He trails his lips back to your ear where he nibbles on the lobe. You choke back a giggle as feather light kisses tickle their way down your neck.

You reach your free hand out. Your fingertips find his thigh and slowly trace upwards, dipping in toward his groin as they travel.

He deftly snatches your wrist and pins both of your hands to the wall above your head. Your arms are stretched, and you find yourself feeling vulnerable in his grasp.

"Not so fast there, love. I'm the one who issued the challenge. Which means I'm the one calling the shots." He says.

You whine under your breath. You arch your back and press against him. His length is pressed hard against your stomach through his leather pants.

He shifts his hands, taking both of yours in one of his and holding them tight against the wall. His free hand begins to wander. Fingers comb through your hair and trail gently down your neck. They run along your collarbone before slipping to your breasts.

He takes one in his hand through your cuirass. He sighs, squeezing  and palming at an exploratory pace. He finds the movements that earn delighted gasps and keeps with them. Your face is flushed as he rubs your pert nipple through the leather. The sensation - though muted - sets a fire alight between your legs. The buffer of the fabric only makes you long for more.

His hand travels down along your stomach. He traces the waistband of your pants, chuckling as you squirm beneath his touch. Inquisitive fingers slip beneath and head to your clit.

He rubs small, gentle circles. The motions are slow and methodical. He listens for when your breath catches, judging his pace carefully.

He places a kiss on your lips. You part them, allowing his tongue to graze yours. You move with each other, each gesture building the heat.

You buck against his hand.

He picks up speed, pressing firmer against your sensitive clit.

A moan bubbles out, stifled by the kiss.

He pulls back. "Careful, lass. Don't want to get caught in any compromising positions."

You pout - something lost to the dark surrounding you.

He applies more pressure to your clit. The movements grow faster. His fingers become slick with your fluids. You writhe against his hand, desperate for more friction.

The tension between your hips builds. With hitching breath you spread your legs further.

Closer you climb. Pleasured sighs escape your lips.

"You make the sweetest sounds." Brynjolf whispers as he leans against you, hard cock pressed to your hip. "I wonder if they'll hear you cum for me."

You shake your head and stifle a giggle. They won't hear a thing. If someone comes up the exit they'll be met with dark and silence. You'll be composed as ever. You'll keep your ecstasy fluttering between your ribs, hidden from the others. Brynjolf won't get the better of you.

He pauses, pulling his fingers back and letting the still air around your swollen clit taunt you.

"Please," you whimper, "please, I'm so close."

"Ah, but I'm just getting started." He replies, honeyed voice low.

He releases your wrists and grabs hold of your pants. He yanks them down and they drop to your ankles.

"Bryn, what if someone-"

You're cut off by his lips crashing against yours. You hear his hands fumbling with the fastenings of his pants.

He grabs your legs and hoists them around his hips. His head rests at your entrance.

He breaks the kiss and returns the attention to your ear, kissing behind it and nibbling the cartilage. You each for him tangling one hand in his hair and bracing the other on his broad chest.

Slowly he pushes into you. It's done with ease. You're wet from the foreplay and your skin prickles with anticipation. His fingertips dig into your thighs.

He thrusts at an agonizing pace, taking his time and never quite reaching the hilt. He keeps his hips away from yours, keeping the noise to a minimum. Instead of the slapping of skin you hear the wet sounds of your cunt, and his deep, uneven breaths.

With each roll of hips hips, pleasure seeps through you. Your clit aches, desperate for more stimulation. It's jostled slightly as he thrusts, but it's not enough. His skin is so close, yet so far as he fucks you.

He steadily gains speed.

You try and listen past the slick sounds and to the noise of the cistern rising up from the hole in the floor nearby. You can't hear much, just faint murmuring. You hope nobody is coming, but you can't be sure. That fact alone sends a rush of warmth through your body.

"What would they think if they caught us?" Brynjolf's voice is hushed and ragged. "With how fast word travels in the guild...." His grip tightens. "The looks we'd get in the Flagon..."

He thrusts and his cock brushes a sensitive spot. It makes your toes curl. His name threatens to spill from your lips. You bite your cheeks to silence it.

His hips snap against yours. You squeak out a whine. Your face burns.

He repeats the motion. You push back against him. The small alcove is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Your ear is caught by an indistinct voice nearby. You only catch a couple of words: "... out for a bit..."

Niruin.

Your heart stops.

Brynjolf doesn't.

The thought of getting caught with him between your legs sends a spasm through your pussy. He groans. His pace verges on erratic.

Niruin can be heard from below, closer: "Try making a request before I'm heading out the door next time, would you, Rune?"

You're running out of time. He'll be at the ladder any moment, and you'll be rushing to hide your shame. You'll be fumbling to pull your pants up and brush your hair into place, but nothing will hide your frazzled face in the moonlight.

Brynjolf's hips crash into yours.

The noise. The risk. The sensation.

You bury your face in his chest as the knot releases. Waves of pleasure wash over you. You cum around his length, fluids seeping down his shaft. His motions never slow as your legs squeeze tight around him.

"Bryn-"

A hand clamps over your mouth. His name devolves into a moan - a sound that sends him over the edge. He groans, thrusting deeper, shameless in the sound your hips name. He fills you, sticky semen pumping into you.

He lingers with his hips pressed flush to yours. There are hot puffs of air against your neck as he pants.

"Well done, lass." He says. He removes his hand from your mouth and lowers your feet to the floor. You regain your balance on wobbly legs. You are suddenly acutely aware of how your limbs are trembling.

He pulls up your pants. You feel his cum leak into your panties as he fastens the button.

You only notice Niruin's approach when the wood planks covering the hole in the floor are removed. A dim light floods the area.

The elf pokes his head up and greets you.

"Oh! (Y/N). Brynjolf. See you two made it back alright." His eyes linger on your face, then shift to your partner's.

"Careful out there tonight. Seems we might have riled up the guards a bit." Brynjolf replies with forced nonchalance.

Niruin gives a chuckle - one far too knowing for your taste - and pulls the chain on the wall. "Riled up, is it?"

You narrow your eyes, staring daggers at Brynjolf. The man replies with a smirk and a halfhearted shrug.

B = Body Part

Ralof likes his eyes. He’s been complimented on them his whole life. They’re prominent and blue as the sky, 

He finds himself fond of your hands. Just looking at them makes his mind wander to them roaming his body and stroking his cock.

C = Cum

There’s something about painting your face with hot strands of cum that does it for him. It’s best if you’re eagerly waiting with a smile, mouth wide to catch what it can.

D = Dirty Secret 

Ralof wants to watch you get fucked into the bed by somebody else. He imagines Ulfric Stormcloak, taking you as if you were his. He imagines the way you’d moan and writhe beneath the Jarl.

More confusingly, he also imagines you getting taken by Hadvar, the man he’s seen as competition for years. It makes him squirm, but it also makes him hard. He’s cum to the thought several times, and buries the memories with shame.

E = Experience

Ralof is very experienced. He’s been with plenty of women in his day, from the lass in Helgen to one night stands while traveling with the army. He acts with confidence, each move natural and purposeful. He reads you easily, but enjoys when you tell him what you like. 

F = Favorite Position

Ralof likes to take you from behind while you’re laying down. He likes feeling your ass against him as he thrusts and likes laying with his chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your ear. In the most intimate moments, he’ll lace his fingers with yours.

G = Goofy

It’s common for Ralof to crack a joke here and there. Conversation comes naturally to the man and he likes seeing you smile. He’ll also occasionally try to initiate with a cheesy pickup line just to hear the sound of your laugh.

H = Hair

Ralof doesn’t care much about the state of his pubic hair. Though always clean, and rather soft, it’s notably unruly. It’s blond, and a couple shades darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy

Ralof is used to keeping some distance between himself and his partners, even if his gestures are romantic. With you, he finds himself softening. He likes making you swoon, and takes pride in each smile he paints on your lips. 

If you’d rather him be more rough, he’ll happily oblige. But there will never be any question that he needs you desperately. He’ll still work toward your pleasure, eager to feel you cum around his length.

J = Jack Off

Ralof masturbates frequently. He enjoys cumming and will do so whether or not he has a partner present. That being said, he prefers your assistance when he can have it.

K = Kink

Biting & Scratching - He enjoys feeling the sensations of your nails raking down his back and loves sinking his teeth into the supple flesh of your ass.

Leaving Marks - His favorite thing is seeing the marks of your escapades the next day. He’ll suck the tender spot on your neck until it bruises and you’re left to cover it up the next day. If you’re into impact play, he’ll happily spank you until you’re black and blue.

L = Location

Ralof likes to fuck at your house. Though, anywhere in your house is fine by his standards. Too often he’s forced to fuck you in silence and secret on the road with the Rebellion. When he can take you wherever he wants behind those closed doors? It’s freeing.

M = Motivation

Just about anything gets Ralof going. His mind is quick to wander. But your touch is one thing that can set him alight the fastest. The feeling of your fingertips ghosting down the back of his neck, or your hand running up his thigh will drive him out of his mind.

N = NO

Ralof is a little put off by the idea of anal. He loves asses, but he’s just not sure how he feels about being in one. If you suggest ass play at all, he might be willing to stick a finger in yours. That’s probably the furthest he’ll be willing to go.

O = Oral

He loves when you suck his dick. He encourages it with a gentle hand on your head guiding you downward. He’ll lead you through the motions and buck into your mouth. He grunts and sighs, curling his fingers in your hair.

He doesn’t mind giving oral, but it’s not his first choice. He considers himself more skilled with his hands and cock. 

P = Pace

Ralof fucks with passion, and often hard and fast. His hips snap roughly against yours. He won’t relent, savoring each moment of you coming undone.

Q = Quickie

Ralof usually likes to get right into the action, so he’s not opposed to quickies. He likes seeing if he can get you to cum in a short span of time. Often you going over the edge is enough to send him along with you.

R = Risk

While he wouldn’t classify himself as a risk taker, Ralof is willing to do some edgier things in bed. He likes public sex and will actively try and get you to make noise around others. He likes power exchanges and rough sex, and is almost always willing to try something new on that front. That being said, he’s perfectly content with vanilla sex and enjoys it just as much.

S = Stamina

Ralof lasts a decent amount of time in bed and tries to make sure you finish before he does. He takes a little bit to build up to another round but he can usually manage one or two more before the day is over. 

T = Toy

Ralof prefers to use his hands to make you cum, but if you want toys he’s happy to oblige. 

If you’re interested in anal, he’s more than happy to get you some plugs and a dildo to play around with. Just because he doesn’t want to fuck you in the ass doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get to enjoy it.

U = Unfair

Ralof is a tease, but you always know it’s going to pay off in the end. He likes to drag things out and see if he can make you take the initiative. His favorite is when you’re the one who pulls him aside to fuck.

V = Volume

Ralof is on the quieter side, though prone to grunts and groans of pleasure. He’s learned to keep it down over time but is more than happy to let you know exactly how good you feel. He’s also not half bad at dirty talk, and you’ll find some slipping out in the heat of the moment.

W = Wild Card

Ralof loves having his balls played with, but they’re very sensitive. Your hands have to be gentle as they fondle them, and your licks light and tender. Enough teasing, and he’ll be trembling beneath your touch.

X = X-Ray

Ralof is muscular, with scars streaking his fair skin. He’s got thicker body hair - something common among Nords. 

His cock is a little over 7” and is of average girth.

Y = Yearning

Ralof has a very high sex drive. If he has it his way, he’ll cum at least once a day. More is preferred, though sometimes he just can’t manage more than one or two. If you aren’t interested, he’s more than willing to slip off and take care of the deed himself.

Z = ZZZ

B = Body Part

Hadvar likes his arms. He was a scrawny boy growing up and worked hard for his muscles. Having them admired will make him smile without fail, with pride swelling inside him. He'll find excuses to show off his strength for you.

He is fond of your breasts. He hasn't been able to get them out of his mind since he caught a glimpse of you changing while you two were at an Imperial camp one evening. He loves playing with them - rolling your nipple beneath a calloused thumb and taking them in his mouth.

C = Cum

Hadvar isn't the sort to paint you with cum of his own accord. You're going to have to specifically ask for it. His favorite place to cum is in your mouth, but there's something to be said about watching it drip from your pussy while you bask in your afterglow.

D = Dirty Secret

You were the first thing Hadvar got off to after the Helgen attack, and were a recurring fantasy every few nights since then (often more). He was convinced he'd never see your face again, until that fateful day your paths crossed on the battlefield.

He came to the thought of you with him again that night.

E = Experience

Hadvar has been with a few women. Three, to be precise. Two of them were long term girlfriends and the third was a woman he met on the road with the Legion. They spent a few nights together until he left town. He doesn't have the most experience but he has enough to be confident in what he is doing. He's quick to learn and adapt to your body.

F = Favorite Position

Hadvar has a preference for your legs on his shoulders. He likes being able to stare down at your breasts and watch them as he pounds into you. He enjoys seeing each little expression on your face, and the way your lips curl into a smile as you pant his name.

G = Goofy?

Hadvar is serious in the moment. Sometimes a little too serious, but even when this leads to moments of awkwardness they can comfortably end in a laugh. Once he's more comfortable with you his sense of humor may shine through more at times, but it's still rare.

H = Hair

Hadvar keeps his hair trimmed and neat, when he can. As he's often on the road with the Legion, he doesn't have much time to worry about things like that.

I = Intimacy

Despite the brutish nature of his career and the way he often carries himself, he's gentle and patient in bed. He takes time to figure out what his partner likes. Hadvar isn't one to rush the act. He'll treat you as if you're the only thing that matters, with tender kisses and gentle hands.

J = Jack Off

Hadvar has to resort to masturbation often in the Legion. This is one of the reasons he keeps a pair of your underwear tucked safely in his bag. He'll bury his nose in them as he bucks into his hand, desperately wishing he was buried inside of you.

K = Kink

Breastplay - Hadvar loves your tits and enjoys playing with them, no matter the size. Though he isn't usually eager to cum on your body, your tits tend to be the exception to that rule. He'll be particularly thrilled if he can fuck them.

Public Sex - It's something he discovered in the Legion. You two often have to sneak off to find time together in highly patrolled woods, or keep as quiet as you can in your tents.

L = Location

He's not particularly picky. He'd be inclined to say his favorite is a nice warm bed, as they are a rarity for him, but it would be a lie. His favorite place to fuck you is probably busy forts the two of you fought to clear out together. He'll pull you into dark hallways and unused closets and have his way with you.

M = Motivation

Hadvar enjoys watching you in the more quiet, natural moments. Sometimes you'll be making dinner by the crackling fire, and others you'll be curled up with your nose in a book. In these little moments when your guard is down and you look so vulnerable and human you are absolutely beautiful.

He's also a big fan of your body in general. He loves visuals - whether this is you teasing him while you bathe together, or giving him a strip tease.

N = NO

Hadvar has a limit when it comes to rough sex. He'll fuck you hard no issue. He loves the feeling of your hips slamming together. He'll pull your hair within reason and choke you lightly if you beg for it, but he's never going to hit you. He doesn't really enjoy using that kind of brute force in the bedroom. You might get him comfortable spanking you, though.

O = Oral

Hadvar isn't the most skilled at oral, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. He loves burying his face in your pussy, moaning softly against your lips and massaging your thighs with wandering hands. It might be one of his favorite things to do with you.

He enjoys getting blowjobs, but rarely goes out of his way to request them. They're something he appreciates if his partner decides to give him one.

P = Pace

Unless it's a public quickie, Hadvar tends to begin slow. How it escalates depends on your preference. He enjoys savoring the moment, but if you'd rather get straight into the action he's more than happy to oblige.

Q = Quickie

It should be obvious, but quickies and Hadvar go hand in hand. With his enjoyment of public sex they tend to pop up a lot.

R = Risk

The biggest risk Hadvar takes is public sex. He's hesitant to try most risky kinks because the last thing he wants to do is genuinely harm his partner. He also worries that he's not going to know what he's doing and lacks a bit of confidence when it comes to going outside of his comfort zone.

S = Stamina

The buildup may go on for a while, but Hadvar doesn't last the longest in bed. He's often eager and sensitive by the time he starts fucking you and is desperate for release. He needs some time to recover between rounds, but he'll happily go again (and again).

T = Toy

Hadvar wouldn't go out of his way to use a toy on you (there aren't many available in Skyrim), but if you wanted him to he'd happily give it a shot.

Modern!Hadvar would enjoy slipping a vibrator down your panties and teasing you with it throughout the day.

U - Unfair

Hadvar isn't much of a tease. Even when he's dragging things out, it's always clear where they'll end up. Sometimes he'll wait for you to beg but more often his own will cracks before yours would and he can't hold himself back.

V = Volume

Hadvar is excellent at being quiet. His penchant for taking you in risky places makes this a necessity. You're used to hearing uneven pants and hitching breath, and the sound of his cock thrusting into you. But when you're alone you'll often hear soft groans, and your name leaving his lips in a whisper.

W = Wild Card

Hadvar praises you often, whether it's because of your eagerness for his cock or how well you take it. If you go down on him without him asking (which he rarely will), you'll find his fingers tangling in your hair as he groans, "That's a good girl."

X = X-Ray

Hadvar's body is well muscled, with a light layer of hair across his chest and arms, trailing down his stomach. His dick is about 6 ½" long and rather girthy.

Y = Yearning

Hadvar's sex drive is average. He enjoys sex, and enjoys it often, but he can easily go some time without it, not even masturbating daily. Sometimes he prefers to put it off for a couple days in order to build up the tension and craving.

Z = ZZZ