#indaryn

There were times Indaryn was glad to have the bosmer work for him, whilst most times Ungrien was useless, choking on his own tongue when required to answer with an unscripted response, other times he could be of use. He was malleable, subject to intimidation, something that Indaryn had plenty of, so when towering over the poor worker, stained shirt scrunched in his fist, eyes burning with the depths of his Ancestors fire – Information was easy to retrieve. Which is how he’d come to acquire the knowledge of just who dared to leave several piles of skeever droppings – not only on his bed, but also beneath his pillow!

Which is how the dragonborn ended up here, dragged and shoved humiliatingly from the Bee and the Barb, down to the depths of the Black Briar Meadery. After being thrown to the floor, they had the audacity to look at him in annoyance.

“Just how old are you? Leaving skeever shit in my bed? Do you realise how many people are laughing at me?” That was his greatest flaw, his ego. Indaryn couldn’t care less what people thought of him – so long as the thought remained positive. His face was burning from his outburst, fire igniting his blood to the point they could feel the heat tumbling off him. He was seething! And the longer the dragonborn looked, the harder it was for them to contain their laughter. It bubbled up in their chest like a boiling pot, and soon it became far too much to hold and overflowed out their mouth. And with that his bubble burst, the burning rage simmering to embarrassment, sinking back into himself as they chortled, hauling themselves up from the floor.

“Come on, it was only a joke, and a hint.” They smirked, bouncing their eyebrows suggestively. He looked at them dumbfounded for a minute, reading between the lines of their practical joke.

“You’re hinting that… I’m a pile of shit?” He said slowly, face returning to its darker hues as they broke out in laughter once more.

“No, you dolt! Your beds full of shit so you can’t sleep in it, therefore you have to come sleep in mine.” They drawled as if it was the most obvious conclusion on Nirn.

“You know I can’t do that.” Came his usual reply, face growing stern as it did every time they required a reprimanding.

“Why not? You still haven’t given me a good excuse. Sneaking around with Haelga? Sure, doesn’t look great, but sneaking around with me? The mighty dragonborn, Slayer of Alduin, Hero of Skyrim.” Their hands flailed in the air, as if waving wide banners that flew their many titles. “What’s wrong with that?”

He didn’t know, in all honesty. He knew few that bragged about a one-night stand with the dragonborn, and he himself had several, so why wouldn’t he.

“Perhaps I just respect you more.” He mumbled, eyes conveniently avoiding theirs as they chuffed incredulously.

“Then respect my wishes, just one night on my comfy bed, or my dry floor, just in my house that doesn’t smell of rotten fish and fermentation. Please.”

It was the last note that struck him deeply, and when his eyes met theirs they knew they had him.

“Fine, but you will say nothing on the matter.”

Which is how he found himself sneaking into Honeyside, noticing the lack of interest from the guards, but conveniently keeping it to himself. He’d almost grinned at the excitement on their face as they’d entered the home, stopping at a small smile when the phrase ‘I told you so’ left their lips.

His eyes darkened, though not in the same way they had in anger, instead they did so in a way that sent tremors down the dragonborns spine, the fingers that pressed firmly into their throat. barricading any further word from leaving.

“I thought I told you to say nothing on the matter.” He murmured darkly, hand trailing to press against their collar bone, sending them down to their knees. They stilled, he noted, not shuffling as they would normally upon his floor, his eyes flicking to the bearskin rug beneath them. They had told him so, but as aforementioned, he was not on to be laughed at.

Two thick fingers parted their lips, crooking till the pads pressed down onto their tongue, flattening it to the floor of their mouth. It caused a slight gasp and whimper, but nothing more, as he intended. He took in the room in silence, the fine dining furniture, the floor coated in animal furs, and the plush green double bed.

“You were right.” He said curtly, it was all the acknowledgment he was willing to give for now. “But that doesn’t mean you’re free of punishment”. His fingers dragged across the wet muscle, hooking onto their teeth and pulling them on unsteady knees to the bed. “Trousers off.” His fingers removed their pressure but stayed within the wet confines of their mouth as their hands took to work at his waist, swiftly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his clothes. He took to work on his upper half, his heavy cloak and jewellery starting a pile at the foot of the bed, shortly followed by his boots, pants, and underwear as they were removed. His shirt was the last to be flung, thankfully quick enough, as he had to grab at the dragonborns jaw, halting their fingers as they undid their own garments.

“I never said you could undress.” His eyes never left theirs as he pulled them in, repositioning his hand to the back of their head, pressing their face against his half-hard cock. “Now get to work, quietly.” He hissed.

There was no break in eye contact as the dragonborn licked broadly over his length, feeling it pulse against their tongue as it began to stiffen. He smirked down at them, maneuvering their head till they took him in their mouth, sucking on the soft appendage like a baby would a thumb. He sighed contentedly, slowly – whilst ensuring their lips never left the base of his cock – he sat down, his arse sinking into the bed.

He sucked in a breath when they started to bob their head, his now stiff cock filling their mouth, and grown till its length no longer fit comfortably. They pulled back, taking his cock in both hands and twisting them in tandem along his shaft.

“Do you like it?” They asked, a playful glint in their eye as they observed his Adam's apple bobbing, shoulders relaxing, and his body leaning back to the temptations of the bed.

“I do.” He admitted, though not without an impish smirk. “The quiet is a nice addition, perhaps we should keep it that way.” His hand brought them roughly back onto his cock, their gagging an addition to the silence he would tolerate. When allowed to come up for air, they grinned, ushering him further up the bed to rest lazily against the pillows. He hummed, hands linked behind his head.

“Better?” They chuckled, watching as his eyes slid shut.

“Less talking more sucking.” His leg hooked skilfully over them, the arch of his ankle behind their neck, pressing back against his cock. There he kept it, bouncing it gently to maintain their pace as his cock slid against their tongue, to think he’d never thought of this, the use of his own cock as a gag during their foreplay. A mental note was indeed made.

He groaned as they hollowed their cheeks, suckling diligently at the head to withdraw the threads of pre-cum that lay waiting. With a hand behind his knee, he pulled his leg, laying his foot flat against their head to force them down, cock slipping as deep as they could take, gagging on the sudden onslaught of cum that forced its way through.

He gave them little time to clean up, feeling them breath heavily as he pulled them onto his lap, his right hand positioned at their nether regions, and his left at their mouth, fingers forced against their tongue once again.