#taleisin

So you made your way to Solitude in search of a new job. Never before had you been to the capital city, overwhelmed by the bustling streets, the sounds of seagulls occasionally breaking up the cacophony of nearby conversations. People gossiping around the inn, shopkeepers at market stalls advertising their goods, and the heavy steps of metal boots from nearby guards; certainly a far cry from the little village you had grown up in.

You found yourself outside Dragonborn Gallery, a museum situated right next to the Blue Palace. You couldn't help but be intimidated by both tall stone structures, despite one far more weathered than the other. While the palace had withstood centuries of strife, the museum appeared to be much more recent, its stone brighter, as if freshly polished.

You watched as patrons came and went, walking up the steps leading to the double doors of the museum. You looked closer at the people entering the gallery; most of them didn't look the adventuring type.

Then again, you didn't either.

You finally worked up the courage to walk inside. After passing under a stone arch, the room massively opened up, revealing a grand staircase surrounded by walls filled with various artifacts on display; weapons that glowed with moonlight, shields with magical auras lingering off them, masks of dragon priests. The sun shone brightly through the glass dome ceiling, and only when you looked up were you able to comprehend how tall the structure truly was.

You looked around, trying to find someone who worked at the museum, someone you could talk to. You leaned against the wall, hoping to stay out of the way of visiting patrons before re-reading the flyer.

"Curator Auryen Morellus is seeking skilled adventurers to seek out and recover lost artifacts of historical relevance for new exhibits at Dragonborn Gallery. Anyone interested should apply there in person. All deliveries of authentic artifacts will be well compensated."

I guess I need to find this Auryen fellow, you thought. You looked over the museum once more, and finally saw what appeared to be a guard positioned by the stone arch; you had walked right past him.

…He is a guard, right? He wore steel armor, the fabric underneath the set the same rich burgundy as the rest of the guards in Solitude. Yet his armor was far more detailed, gold engravings bordering each piece of metal.

Maybe he's a guard captain, or something.

You decided to approach him, only noticing the halberd on his back once you were closer. His demeanor was far from friendly, his arms crossed, brow furrowed. Yet you approached him regardless.

"Excuse me, do you happen to know where I might find an Auryen Morellus?"

He looked you up and down and scoffed. "If I could, I wouldn't be standing out here. I'm not sure how you can offer a job on paper, then not be here to accept it,” he rolled his eyes, looking off to the side.

"Oh…I thought you might be one of the museum guards. I'm in the same predicament," you sighed.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. "…Do I look like someone who just stands around and stares at old statues all day?"

"Little bit. I mean, that's what you were doing just now," you laughed.

He didn't seem to find you funny. "Well, I'll have you know, that I am General-"

A High Elf with long blonde hair approached, quickly cutting him off. "Ah, welcome to Dragonborn Gallery! Is there something I can help you with?"

The man you were speaking to answered, his demeanor quickly shifting to one much more diplomatic. "Yes, that's right. I was told you're recruiting a new unit of mercenaries to hunt down relics."

Unit? What is this, a battlefield?

The mer smiled, delighted. "You were told correctly! I'm Auryen Morellus, the curator of the museum. Come, both of you," he gestured towards you and the stranger. "We'll have you meet with the others."

Others?

The man looked back at you, then back at Auryen. "Both?"

"Of course. I think it'd be best to interview you all as a group, just to save everyone some time," said Auryen as he lead you through the museum.

He took you both down a side passage, leading to a dining room, a long wooden table in the center. The table was covered with plates of hors d'œuvres consisting of fine breads and cheeses, and even baked goods that smelled fresh, the scent of sugar and berries lingering in the air. A podium sat at the end of the room; it wasn’t just a dining room, but a meeting room.

"Please, help yourselves," said Auryen before walking over to the podium. Three other people sat at the table; a Redguard, a High Elf, and a Wood Elf.

You and the stranger sat on the opposite side of the table. The High Elf gave you a wave, still chewing as he spoke. "Hello!"

This might be the friendliest Altmer I've ever met. With blonde hair and pale, freckled skin, his demeanor was far from the typical High Elf snootiness you had become accustomed to.

"Close your mouth," the Redguard next to him mumbled, looking away as if embarrassed.

"Sorry," the High Elf mumbled, still eating regardless. He finally finished, now speaking clearly. "I'm Callon, and this is Alex," said Callon, gesturing to the Redguard.

You looked the Redguard man over; dark skin, straight black hair, and a thin beard covered his face. Yet you couldn't help but be drawn to his crimson eyes. Something about them seemed unnatural, but you couldn't pinpoint what.

Next to him was a Wood Elf, awkwardly looking between you and the…guard? Soldier? General? Whoever it was you had walked in with. He stayed quiet until Auryen gestured towards him. "This is my apprentice, Taleisin. He's a very talented archeologist and historian, and, presuming you all agree to the terms, will be assisting you with your duties."

Taleisin sat a little straighter, adjusting the silver rimmed glasses that framed his face. "Yes! That's right, I…I uh, I look forward to seeing everything you uncover!"

"Now," Auryen continued. "As I mentioned to some of you before, I'm looking to build a group to head some of our…riskier expeditions. While we've obtained many artifacts and relics in the past few years through generous donations, there are artifacts that the average guardsman or mercenary has…struggled, with obtaining. I trust that if you're here, you have experience with facing the dangers that reside within Skyrim's caves and ruins."

You did not, but you stayed quiet.

"Taleisin," said Auryen, gesturing towards him. "If you wouldn't mind going over the details of the expedition?"

"Right," he tied his long brown hair back into a ponytail before shuffling through pages of notes. He cleared his throat and stood up once more. "You'll be looking for the Bloodworm Helm. I won’t bore you with its history, unless you’re interested of course…” he trailed off. “But based on local reports and my own research, we have reason to believe it's in Wolfskull Cave."

"Hold on," said the man you walked in with, who still hadn't introduced himself. "Wolfskull Cave, there's been all kinds of rumors about that place."

"Well, yes. Um,” Taleisin flipped to another page of his notes. "The flashing lights, the disappearances, and the history behind it, I believe it may be a group of necromancers who have obtained the helm, perhaps attempting-”

"There's been patrols that go, and don't come back,” the stranger interrupted once more.

"With all due respect," said Auryen, "I've made it clear these excavations aren't without risk. I recognize these locations are dangerous-"

"The danger itself isn't the issue. I want to make sure the payment matches the risk."

A silence lingered over the room, yet Auryen remained calm. "Very well. For this expedition, you'll be rewarded 3,000 septims."

"Divided between all of us?"

"Each."

Callon sat up, slapping his hand onto the table. “Alright. I’m in.”

"Wait-" said Alex, reaching across Callon's chest as if to signal him to slow down. "I have a few questions. Just…just to be clear, how long do these expeditions usually take?"

"It depends. Sometimes a day. Sometimes a week. At times, it can be up to a month, or more," said Auryen. "But, you'll have Taleisin with you. I trust his know-how will keep things moving smoothly."

"Of course!" Said Taleisin, "I can give you plenty of-” He paused, a wave of panic washing over him. “Wait, I'm going on the expedition?!"

Auryen nodded, "that's right. I believe having more hands on experience will be incredibly beneficial to you."

"B-But I already have hands on experience," he laughed nervously. "I mean, I handle the artifacts and fossils with my hands all the time, it uh…I'm not sure I need to be more hands on. My hands are on things most of the time, really.”

"Nonsense," Auryen said with a warm smile, putting a hand on his shoulder. He leaned closer to him, "remember what we talked about. Seeing these artifacts in the wild, delving into these ruins! I am certain it'll serve you well."

Taleisin looked far from confident, but nodded nonetheless. "I…alright." He faced the group. "I've never been so…close before, but I'll do my best!"

"Great," mumbled the unnamed soldier, annoyance on his breath. "At least the pay is decent."

"Well," Callon cut in. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you'll be with us, Taleisin.”

While Callon’s reassurance seemed to put Callon at ease, Alex still seemed unsure. "I…" he sighed, then looked back to Auryen, gesturing between him and Callon. "Could we have a minute?” Just to discuss the terms."

Auryen nodded, "take your time."

"Great, thank you." He stood up, and Callon followed him out, the two standing outside the doorway.

You barely managed to hear their conversation, Alex clearly distressed from his tone. "We need to think about this carefully. Long trips, with all these people, people neither of us know…"

"It's fine," Callon whispered. "I wouldn't have said all I did if I didn't think it’d be okay. We'll just keep doing what we're doing, it's worked so far. No one needs to know.”

"Yeah, but we rarely have to move on other people's timetable. If you're tired after I feed, we can't just sleep in or take extra time to rest."

"Well…then I just won't get tired. Easy,” he shrugged.

"Callon, we needed to stop for you to take a nap twice last week."

"I'll be fine, okay? Trust me. We'll make it work."

Something’s not right. The eyes, the mention of feeding-

Your eavesdropping was interrupted by the unnamed guard to your side speaking up. "It's Rennyn, by the way."

"What?"

"My name. Typically, those under me address me as General Arzell, but clearly this seems to be…much more casual."

You rested your hand on your cheek, smirking. "And we're all under you? You've appointed yourself leader?"

"It makes the most logical sense. Clearly, I'm the only one with leadership experience."

"Right…" you nodded your head. Pushing his buttons could be a fun past time, if this situation were to work out. "And I'm sure all your men thought highly of you," you said sarcastically.

He glared back at you, "of course they did. I didn't need them to like me. I needed them to respect me."

"Hmm…well, I can't speak for everyone, but so far? Personally, I think you could stand to be a little nicer,” you grinned.

His frown deepened, "you have no idea who you're talking to."

"No, I have a pretty clear idea actually.” Before you could taunt him anymore, Alex and Callon walked back in.

"We agree to the terms," said Alex, the two sitting back down.

Auryen nodded, "wonderful. You have the rest of the day to gather provisions and prepare, and if needed, you're welcome to use the staff barracks. I recommend leaving tomorrow morning."

"What time?" Asked Rennyn.

Auryen turned to Taleisin, the actual leader of the expedition. "7:00 AM! We want to make sure there's still plenty of daylight left before we enter the cave. It's not terribly far, but depending on how long we spend in there, we might need to camp. I'd…I'd prefer to avoid that though."

"7:00? But that's…" Callon mumbled. "That's so early…"

"The boy's right," said Rennyn. "Even if we're cave diving, traveling in the night with something that valuable would be a horrible idea. As he…what's your name again?”

"Taleisin!"

"Taleisin, yes. As Taleisin said, getting there early and getting out before nightfall is ideal. However, we have no idea how many of them might be in there. The earlier the better."

"You said there were flashing lights, yes?" Asked Alex. "And people disappearing?"

Taleisin nodded, "that's right."

"Are you sure it's necromancers then? That could be all kinds of magic."

"The cave itself was used by Potema Septim, also known as the Wolf Queen, used it for necromantic rituals. So while I don't know for certain, I'd say it's a fairly educated guess."

"Fair enough," said Alex. "Well, then…I suppose we should take our leave then." He stood up, and Callon followed him. "We'll meet you all here bright and early."

"Are you sure?" Said Taleisin. "Like Auryen said, if you need a place to stay-"

Alex cut him off, "we already have a camp setup outside the city. But…I appreciate it. You'll see us in the morning."

"Very well," said Auryen, addressing the rest of you as they left. "I have high hopes for what you'll find. Good luck, and Taleisin, would you mind assisting me with cataloguing a few new fossils?"

"Of course. Well, I…I'll see you all in the morning!" He walked out, disappearing into what appeared to be a large storeroom with Auryen.

Now, it was just you and Rennyn. "I'll also be heading out," he said as he stood up.. I have quite a few things to attend to at home."

"Where's home for you?" You asked.

He glared at you for a moment, having not forgotten how you had annoyed him earlier. "If you're dying to know, it's here, in Solitude. And that’s all you’ll know, I’m not letting you annoy me on my way home.”

"Well, I could follow you," you joked.

He put a firm hand on your shoulder, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Unless you have the intention of ending up in my bed, I wouldn't recommend that." Then he left, leaving you in the meeting room alone.

And so, three choices were in front of you. You could follow Alex and Callon to their camp, chasing your intuition that something wasn’t quite right about one of them. You could stay at the museum, and ask Taleisin about the artifact you were seeking. Or, you could follow Rennyn, and see if his offer was an invitation, or merely a bluff.

Secretly follow Alex and Callon to their camp. [Bisexual threesome, eventual polyamory, vampire/vampire lord fucking, reader is vers]

Ask Taleisin about the artifact. [Slow burn, nerd BF, first time, sweet, reader will start dom then eventually sub] Currently WIP!

Brazenly follow Rennyn to Proudspire Manor. [Dom/sub dynamics, toxic/dark romance, dubcon/non-con elements, werewolf fucking, sub reader]

You can find screenshots of each character here!

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! As of posting, the next parts aren’t ready yet, but I’ll try to post them all at once when they are! If you'd like to be notified when this story is updated, or be notified for a specific route, please let me know in an ask/comment/message!

But yes, this is pretty much Legacy of the Dragonborn but with my OCs as your romance/adventuring party. I wrote this to help get some of my Skyrim brainrot out, but also to help me practice some other writing skills since I wouldn't have to focus on plot as much. The plot won't be exactly the same as regular LOTD, as neither you nor any of the characters here are the Dragonborn; the events of the main quest and the civil war occured ten years ago. So the museum isn't barren, but it can still be filled out quite a bit! And that's your job :D

ALSO to avoid confusion; Taleisin is not the same as the popular follower mod; it's probably pretty obvious, but just in case :D I didn't know the follower mod existed until I started writing about my OC on here LOL

Some may have been overwhelmed going to such a large school; your required literature class had at least one-hundred students filling the bustling lecture hall. With this many people, it was easy to blend in, and that meant it was easy to fall asleep unnoticed.

‘This is the last time’, you thought. With all the rehearsals and projects, you knew you were lying to yourself. Still, that didn’t stop you from resting your head on the table and drifting off to sleep. You woke up to find class was over, people awkwardly shifting past you as you stirred in your seat. You lifted your head, only to see a sheet of notebook paper next to you. You looked it over, the page filled with notes on today’s lecture. In the margin was a note, right next to what looked to be a doodle of a cat.  

‘I hope you’re able to get more rest! Hope this helps :D’

You looked around, trying to see if whoever left behind the notes was still there. It had to have been from whoever was sitting next to you. You didn’t know his name, you had looked over at him a few times, but you hadn’t spoken to him throughout the first few weeks of the semester. You took the page and made a note to thank him next class, assuming he’d sit next to you again. 

You made it through the rest of your classes, and decided to take another look at your arranging project, setting your things down at one of the sitting areas within the music building. Relaxing within the quiet hall, you re-read the guidelines; 

Must be a duet, with one performer being outside of the class. 

Both parts must be different instruments.

Must include piano accompaniment. 

It felt needlessly gratuitous. You didn’t know many people outside of other vocal majors, your magic related classes not starting until next semester. You sat at the table, looking over a few potential options. You had already had the assignment for a few days, but still couldn’t even decide on what to rearrange. The deadline was approaching quickly to get the first draft completed, and you needed to figure something out. 

Slowly but surely, the hall got louder, more and more people walking towards one of the large rehearsal rooms. You checked the time; sure enough, this was when the marching band held their rehearsals, the loud sound of rain keeping them from going onto the fields. The entire hallway was quickly crowded with people moving in and out of the room, waiting for their rehearsal to start. The sounds of horns, drums, and woodwinds leaked out from under the door, a symphony of unorganized noise as people practiced and conversed; some of the band students were just as loud as the instruments they played. 

You thought about getting up to leave; after all, a school this big, the marching band had hundreds of people in it, there was no sense trying to get work done here. On the other…perhaps you’d work up the courage to ask one of them to be your duet partner.

You looked around, trying to see if there were any familiar faces. There were a few people you had seen around the music building before, but no one you particularly recognized. You were just about to give up when you saw another boy walk in, and immediately you recognized him. It was the boy who you sat next to in your literature class, the one who had to have taken notes for you. An elf, he seemed sweet; a bit awkward in how he carried himself, wide-rimmed glasses covering his face as he held an instrument case in his right hand, but he didn’t seem unapproachable. 

You stood up, walking over to try and meet him before he walked inside the rehearsal hall. You made eye contact with him for a brief moment; this was your chance to call out to him and ask if he’d help you. Yet as soon as you figured out what to say, he nervously looked away from you, walking towards the door a bit faster. 

You called out, following him. “Hey, wait!”

This time he stopped, looking back at you. He looked terrified.

 “I, uh,” he stammered over his words, “are you talking to me?” 

You nodded your head, “yeah! You’re the guy who sat next to me today in lit, right?” 

He looked a bit embarrassed. “I mean, I sit next to you everyday, but…yeah, that uh, that’s me.” 

Had he really sat next to you every class? You hadn’t noticed until now. “Oh, well…thank you. I mean, I’m assuming you’re the one who took notes for me today.”

“Yeah, no problem, I know you’re tired a lot… I mean I don’t know that, but you sleep in class a lot, so I just assumed…I’m not trying to say you’re lazy or anything like that, but…” he trailed off, as if just now realizing how much he was stuttering on.  “Sorry, I uh, I just wanted to help.”

Perfect. 

“No, no I appreciate it. It’s sweet. Actually, I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something?” You asked, glancing down at the instrument case. “What do you play?”

“Saxophone. Well, alto saxophone, if it makes a difference.”

“Cool, so I have this project for my arranging class, and I need a duet partner who—”

You were interrupted by the sound of the band director’s voice calling out; it was time for their rehearsal to get started. He looked behind him, “I’m really sorry, I need to get going but…I can take a look at it.”

You rushed back to the table where your things sat, quickly grabbing a sticky note and a pen. You scribbled down your name and phone number. “Here,” you handed it to him. “Just uh, text me when you can, and I can explain it. I hope your rehearsal goes well,” you smiled, giving him a wave and walking off, not wanting to get him in trouble. You looked back, and he was still just standing there, dumbfounded by the interaction before one of his friends dragged him inside the rehearsal hall. 

You headed back to your dorm room, finding yourself glancing at your phone every few minutes to see if the boy had texted you. You weren’t sure when rehearsal ended, and part of you worried maybe you had come on too strong. You didn’t want to scare him; you hadn’t even heard you play, but…you sort of knew him. Sort of. Things moved so fast you hadn’t even learned his name. 

🧡: Hi! It’s the saxophone player/the guy that sits next to you in lit :D my name’s Taleisin by the way

🧡: what song are you doing? 

🩷: thank you for messaging me! I actually don’t know yet…I’m a vocalist and I need to rearrange something. For voice and something else, but I can’t have my duet partner be someone in the same class or another vocalist, and most of my friends are other vocal majors 

🧡: ohhh, that sounds tricky

🩷: yeah, it’d be easier if I played an instrument tbh

🩷: but I haven’t even started yet, I know it wouldn’t be a lot of time to practice ;-;

🧡: sure! Sounds like a fun challenge :D just let me know when you have the music done

🩷: thank you so much!! I’ll have it done by our next lit class

Now that you had a duet partner, it was time to find an idea and get to work. 

You watched as he looked over the sheet music, the paper still warm from printing it out just before class. He looked over it carefully, and you couldn’t help but be nervous. ‘Does it look too difficult? Does he think it’s bad?’

“This shouldn’t be too tricky,” he nodded. “Sorry I took so long, I just wanted to make sure I could actually do it,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t want to mess things up for you.”

“No, no, not at all! I’m just glad you’re willing to give it a shot at all. Do you have a class after this one?”

“Not until 1:00, no.”

“Would you be able to practice after this class, maybe? I have access to the practice rooms.” 

“Sure, I’d just need to go grab my sax, but I only live like, five minutes away.” 

You made plans to meet at the music building, asking him to text you when he had arrived so you could let him inside the practice rooms. Once class was done, you parted ways, and headed to the music building to get set up before he’d return to campus. You warmed up, looked over your music, and met him in the hallway once he messaged you. 

You led him back to the hallway of practice rooms, shutting the door behind you as you walked back inside. You waited patiently as he unpacked his instrument, trying to make small talk to fill the silence. “So…how long have you played it?” 

He shrugged, “awhile, kinda on and off for the past uh…fifty years? Something like that.” 

Your eyes widened; you had noticed the pointed ears and angular face, but based on how he dressed and carried himself, you assumed he was around your age, even if he was an elf. “That’s cool. I’ve only been singing for…uh, I’m not sure actually, pretty much ever since I was a kid. I guess it was just something I always wanted to do, so I did it.”

“Like, a calling?”

“I guess so. What about you?”

“Honestly? My parents used to take me to orchestras and ballets a lot growing up.”

“Oh, that’s cute.”

 “Well, I fell asleep a lot.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re not the first person I’ve heard say that.”

“Now I get it, but…there was this movie that came out around then, and there was a song with a really cool sax solo in it. So…I decided to give it a try. I was really bad at being consistent with it, but I figured if I finally went to college I’d need something to do, you know, a way to make friends I guess, so…I kinda just hyper fixated on it until I was good enough to play the music for the audition. It’s kinda dumb-”

“Not at all. It’s more interesting than what I said.”

You got started, and things were going well on a technical level. Occasionally one of you would miss a note, or go ahead of the other, but for a first run-through you were happy with it. You practiced a little longer, before both of you were happy with your progress. 

For the next few weeks, he’d come to the music building and practice with you. You had to tweak the arrangement a few times, but the hard part was over; now, you just had to practice. 

You learned more about him in the time you spent together; he was a computer science major who lived alone in an apartment off-campus. He played in the marching band and the jazz band, and most of the people he hung out with were other non-music majors within the ensembles he participated in, rather than people in his actual major. He was the same year as you, a sophomore. Maybe he was a bit shy at first, but his eyes seemed to light up whenever he talked about anything he was passionate about; computers, games he played, music and movies he enjoyed, and even telling stories about his friends. You went from hardly noticing him in your lit class, to talking to him nearly everyday. Sometimes, he’d even bring two energy drinks; giving you one to make sure you stayed awake in class. 

It was the last day you had to rehearse with him, the performance of your arrangement in two days. You stood outside the door to the practice rooms, only to find your ID card wasn’t working. You’d slide it through the slot in the door, only for the light to blink red instead of green. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, giving it another try before the light stopped blinking altogether. “I don’t know why it’s not working.” You had to practice today, this was your last opportunity to pull everything together. “For some reason my card isn’t working,” you mumbled. 

“Oh. Uh…is there somewhere else we could practice?” 

You looked over at him, awkwardly avoiding making eye contact. He told you he lived alone. You could go practice over at his place. That’s when the intrusive thought hit you.

It came and went quickly, but the vision that flashed through your mind was enough to give you pause. The thought of you on top of him, kissing him and making him whimper from the feeling of your body. You hadn’t known him that long, but you liked talking to him. He was sweet, attractive in a dorky but cute way. Maybe he was a bit of a loser, but he was much nicer than most other guys you had spoken to on campus. From the looks of it, he’d be lucky to have someone like you interested in him. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing you zoning out. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking…you said you live alone, right?”

He nodded, “yeah. We could practice there, if you wanted.”

You smiled, “that’s just what I was thinking.” 

He drove you to his apartment, and you couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Would you actually make a move on him? ‘If he's the type of guy with a gross room and just a mattress on the floor and nothing else, then maybe not…’ He led you inside, and you were happy to be proved wrong. It looked…surprisingly normal, when you first stepped inside the apartment. 

“Sorry it’s a bit messy, I haven’t cleaned since the last time my friends were over,” he mumbled. 

It wasn’t messy at all. Lived in maybe, but far from the horrors of the frat boy bedrooms you had seen before. “It’s okay. Sorry I had to make you come right back here,” you joked. 

“It happens,” he shrugged, setting the instrument case down. “I guess we should get started then, right?”

‘I won’t make a move on him until we run through it successfully at least once, we still need to actually practice,’ you told yourself. ‘Worst he can say is no.’ 

You managed to run through the piece a few times, both of you feeling confident. Yet you couldn’t help but look at him, noticing him stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. Then again, you were doing the same thing. Maybe he had the same idea, maybe he just caught you staring. 

You were just about to wrap up your practice when you worked up the courage to say something. “You have class at 1, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“If you want I could just stay here and hang out until then. That way you wouldn’t have to go back and forth.”

His eyes widened, “sure, if you’d like to. I mean, if you want to go back, I don’t mind, but if you wanted to stay-”

“Cool,” you smiled, putting your music away in your backpack before sitting back down on the couch. He moved to take apart his instrument, his back to you. That’s when you got an idea. 

Maybe it was a bit bold, but it’d certainly get the point across quickly. You listened as he spoke about the weather, unsure if it’d rain or not for marching band practice later in the day. You took your shirt off, your tits still covered by your bra as he continued. “Yeah, they don’t really cancel practice ever, since we can just go inside, but there was this one time last year where—” he turned around and stopped, staring at your breasts. “Uh…you took your shirt off,” he mumbled, still unashamedly fixated on your cleavage. 

“Mmhmm. Is that okay?” 

“Uh, yeah, totally, for sure. I uh…” his tan skin flushed. “If it’s like, hot in here, I can turn on the air conditioning or—”

“I wanted you to see them.” 

He paused, wide eyes blinking back at you. “I…huh?” You watched as it finally clicked for him. “Oh…I get it, I think. I-I’m not really sure what to do now though. Or if I’m missing something.” 

You shrugged, “what do you want to do now? Or…is there something you want me to do? I can put it back on, if you’d like.”

“No, no, that’s…that’s okay, this is…this is good,” he stumbled over his words, still standing in front of the instrument case. “Could I uh, could I still sit next to you?”

“It’s your place, go ahead,” you giggled. He sat down, still keeping a bit of distance, but close enough to touch you. “I can take more off, if you’d like to see.”

“Only if you want to, but…I’d like to. To see, I mean, if you’re okay with that.”   

You reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, your breasts fully visible for him to see. He seemed entranced by you, watching your movements as he shifted his legs closer together. You were smart enough to know what he was trying to hide. He was speechless, looking you up and down. “You’re…” he mumbled, “you’re really pretty.” 

You smiled; you had him under your spell. “Thank you. You know, you could touch them if you want.” 

“A-Are you sure?”

You nodded, “I’m sure.”

He moved slowly, his hands shaking as he put your hands on your chest. You winced at his touch, his hands cold. He pulled away fast, startled by your reaction. “I’m sorry! Did…did I do something wrong?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “No, no your hands are just cold, I wasn’t expecting it.” You put your hands over his, gently guiding him back to your chest. 

“Sorry, I haven’t ever done this before. Or…anything like this, before,” he said as his hands touched you once more. From what he had told you, he was much older than you, despite looking the same age. Had he really gone through decades of life without even touching a girl? On one hand, it was a little pathetic. On the other, that meant you’d get to be his first. 

“That’s okay. If you want…” you moved your body closer, moving onto his lap as your plush thighs hugged him. “I could kiss you.” 

He looked up at you in awe, his hands still touching your chest. “Yeah, that…that would be cool, sure,” he stuttered, nodding his head. 

You leaned in to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your chest pressed against him. You started to grind back and forth on the obvious bulge in his pants, deepening the kiss. Every time you moved, you could hear his quiet little moans, sneaking out between breaths. You started to move faster, and his moans only got louder. He didn’t try to hide his pleasure at all, and that made you only want to go further. 

He wasn’t the best kisser, but there was a certain charm in his lack of experience. He didn’t know where to move his hands, awkwardly moving them to the side as you pressed against his chest.You kissed him deeper, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth, and he followed your lead, whimpering through the wet kiss as you grinded your covered wet pussy against his cock. 

You pulled away, catching your breath as you both looked back at the other. His face was flushed, he looked exasperated. He covered his mouth with his hand, “fuck, sorry if I made too much noise, I don’t know if that’s weird.”

“I liked it,” you grinned, “I think it’s cute.”

“Oh. Then I’ll…keep doing that, I guess.” 

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “we can stop here, if you want. Or…we could go a little further.”

He paused, thinking it over. “I’m…I’m not sure. I mean, I want to, I just…I might not be any good. I don't want to disappoint you.”

You caressed his face with your hand, “I’m sure you’ll be wonderful. I could just take the lead, if you’d like.”

“That’d probably be best.” 

You moved off his lap in between his legs, running your hand along the outline of his cock. ‘Is he really that big?’ you thought. You undid his belt, looking up at him. “Can I take it out?”

He nodded his head, biting his lip. You unzipped his pants, eyes widening. You weren’t sure what you expected from a guy like him, but it wasn’t something so long and thick. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just…” you offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s a lot. But I can do it.” You weren’t so sure of yourself, despite what you told him. Precum was already leaking out the tip, the boy gripping the edge of the couch before you had even done anything. You took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it back and forth. You rubbed the tip with your thumb, watching as he let out a breathy moan. 

“That…that feels good…”

You smiled, “I can show you something even better.” Before he could formulate a response, you started to lick the tip of his cock, letting out another whimper. 

“Holy fuck, that-” he couldn’t finish his sentence, overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue moving up and down across his cock. “That’s, that really feels good,” he moaned. His cock now wet with your spit, you took the head of his cock in your mouth, still teasing him with your tongue as you started to lower yourself down, taking his cock as deep as you could. 

“Oh shit, you feel so good,” he moaned, watching as you eagerly sucked his cock. You struggled to take the full length in your mouth, choking at the base of it. “You don’t, you don’t have to do that, I’m sorry.” 

His cock left your mouth with a satisfying pop as you came back up. “I want to, though.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself, even if it feels…really good.”

“Trust me, I’m fine. Just…try to relax a little, okay?” 

He nodded his head, mesmerized by the sight of his cock right by your face. “I’ll try.” 

You quickly got back to work, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock as you felt it start to twitch in your mouth. You couldn’t stop, the sound of his moans and whimpers only making you want to tease him further.

“Wait, I think I’m gonna cum, hold on,” he cried out. Yet you kept going, undeterred. “I can’t, I can’t go anymore, fuck!”

The bitter taste of his cum flooded your mouth. You kept your mouth on his cock, lapping at the tip as he came. When he finally finished, you swallowed it all; he must’ve been quite pent up. 

He covered his face with his hands, sounding as if he was about to cry from the embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I just, it felt really good, I tried to hold back, I-”

You crawled back onto his lap, shutting him up with a kiss as he was still catching his breath, tasting himself on your lips. “I wanted to. Don’t apologize for giving me what I wanted,” you grinned. 

He seemed almost dumbfounded by your response, “I…uh, well, you’re welcome then, I think. That was…I had a lot of fun,” he said as he rested a hand on your side. 

“We don’t have to stop if you don’t want to,” you wrapped his arms around his neck, giving him another kiss. “I don’t mind having a little more fun while we wait for you to get hard again.”

“I’d…I’d like that, I just,” he glanced over at his phone, looking at the time. “Oh fuck, I’m late!” He panicked. You got off of him reflexively, watching as he stood up and quickly tried to put himself back together. “I’m really, really, really, sorry, but I’m late for class, and I can’t miss it, I’m really sorry-”

You wiped the spit away from your mouth. You understood the panic from being late all too well. “No, no, it’s okay, but…you have my number, if you ever wanna do something like this again,” you said with a reassuring smile. 

He stopped in his rush, the panic subsisting for just a moment as he looked back at you. “Yeah. I’d…I’d like that. Maybe…if you’re not doing anything tonight? We could do…the rest of it? I mean, the rest of like, what we started, unless that’s all you wanted to do, which is totally fine by the way, we could just hang out,” he trailed off, unable to think of any more words to fill the silence. 

You walked back over and gave him another quick kiss, one he eagerly returned before you pulled away; if you kept going, he might’ve forgotten he was late all together. “I’ll text you my address. Pick me up at eight. Does that work?”

He nodded his head quickly, “yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

“Good,” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair, making him look just a little less distressed. “I’m looking forward to it. Now come on, let’s head back to campus.”

All in all, it was a very productive practice session.

Part 2

SO my blog got taken down and I still wanted to write something for him while it was gone, so I wrote this. Now blog is back, but I still wanted to post it as I really liked it. I know I mentioned rewriting stuff, and it wasn't a super popular idea, but I wanted to still post this with the idea of continuing the original series as one that's more light-hearted, while making this one a bit more plot/worldbuilding/lore heavy, as I have a few other OCs in this setting as well, and I didn't plan on using my own worldbuilding from the get-go of his original story.

I also wanted to write him being a bit of a loser baby sub for a bit longer too so...yeah :D

If this is my first work you've read, then hi!! I like elves and I like modern urban fantasy and im a slut. thats abt it.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Thank you for reading :D