#ronthil

Some under-appreciated Skyrim NPC requests I took a few weeks ago: Vigilant Tyranus, Ronthil, Jenassa, and Roggi Knot-Beard

So I just wanted to share that story and also ask you: All Skyrim characters you write for, out of the categories "Whatever's hurting you will pass soon", and "Whoever's hurting you will pass soon", who falls under which?

Oh my goodness, I love this, lol! Erandur: I'm a healer, but...

"Whatever's hurting you will pass soon": Enthir, Niruin, Ronthil, Ralis Sedarys, Vicente Valtieri, Erandur, Marcurio.

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How is it that something as simple as waking up in a warm bed, surrounded by the arms of your lover could be so moving? To some it was standard, and it probably should be to Ronthil given how long he’d been sleeping with the clan leader, but he couldn't help how blessed and refreshed he felt knowing he had you. It’d been so long since the fall of Harkon, since you’d taken over the castle and raised his rank, or more precisely, made love so loudly the others knew quite well just what your relationship was with the lesser vampire. 

He rolled over, temporarily leaving your loose hold to peer over the edge of the bed. Cusith and Garmr curled against each other, huffing and grumbling lowly as they slept. He braved the chill in the room, extending an arm from beneath the sheets to pet each of the hounds, shushing as Cusith made to stand. 

Momentarily, he considered padding his way to the fireplace to start heating the room for when you awoke but decided against such a thought when your arms sleepily grasped at him, pulling him back into a warm embrace.

“Stay.” A chill ran through him, electric, tingling up his spine as that lower octave settled into his bones, the sleep-laden command triggering every cell in his body to obey. His Adam's apple bobbed and pressed against the leather around his neck.

“Yes, love.” He nestled in, cock half-hard and pressing against your hip.

“How do you feel? You passed out last night before I could take this off.” delicate fingers made contact with his skin, hooking beneath the collar and gently stroking at the skin beneath, no doubt checking for chaffing or marks -  tender spots he’d neglected to report in the throes of passion the night previous.

“I- uhm… Actually, I feel quite wonderful.” wonderful indeed, if the cock prodding at you was anything to go by.

“Is that so? Well, I do like the sound of that my sweet Bosmer.” He grinned sheepishly, lowering his gaze - so very submissive he was, so very beautiful with that blush across his nose, spreading down his neck and disappearing beneath that pretty collar. The polished leather shone in the moonlight that filtered through the window, giving you glimpses of the night previous. You were still tired, but that didn't mean your little pet couldn't have fun.

“My dear Ronthil, I’m so tired, yet I have quite the need to see my beautiful man absolutely wrecked.” He felt a push at his hips, rolling to mount a thigh, balls pressed against the muscles as they tensed. Your fingers pulled him low by the collar, his hips already starting that slow rock as you breathed against his lips, barely touching.

“How I love you my Ronthil, I hope you realise how happy I am to see you in my collar, I only hope you keep wearing it, and show the rest of these idiots exactly who you belong to.” He whimpered against your lips, hips wrecking gently as he whispered words of affirmation. Sweet pledges to obey, serve, and devote tumbled quietly from his plush lips, kisses peppered in between. He could feel the tightness of the collar with each sound, every gasp for breath reminded him of your love and kindness, it made his hips move faster, the exposed, sensitive cock head prodding against your belly, your skin kissing it sweetly. He pressed his palm to its shaft, trapped between his calloused hand and your smooth thigh, he hissed at the delicious friction.

"Who is my pretty boy?"

"I am!" You could remember when he'd been so shy, felt so undeserving of your attentions. But now, with your collar latched around his neck, he was overjoyed to claim such a thing. It was a thrill, to feel so useful and wanted, made his blood quicken with the thrusting of his hips.

He loved it, loved you, and loved painting your skin with his cum whenever you commanded