The Lusty Brotherhood Assassin. ~ Guitarman X Nerdfuck ~

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|| A note about this rp: This rp was started on PM but is being moved to forum for ease of access and archive purposes. <33 So patience while we catch up! <3 ||

While things had gotten a bit weird internally business had always been booming for the Brotherhood. Almost everyone had someone they wanted dead, especially in Skyrim. The war was good for every business. Merchants were selling more goods to weary soldiers, blacksmiths were forging more weapons and armor than ever, and common folk were paying up to get their rivals killed. The Brotherhood had been quite glad about this as all of the funds had served to rebuild and furnish the old sanctuary in Dawnstar where they now lived.

Gorm walked through the snow of the Pale with a heavy, tired gait. His latest contract took place all the way in Falkreath where he killed the unpopular housecarl of the Jarl. While he was able to get a ride up to Whiterun from a kind noble he was left to travel the rest of the distance on his own, only a fur jacket covering the distinctive armor that marked his occupation. The Nord's body was slim and toned unlike the majority of Nord men his age who'd let their muscles grow large. Gorm needed stealth and speed, something muscles couldn't afford. His hood covered his shaved head and face, only stubbly dark hair covering his smooth head. Piercing blue eyes opened just a bit as he saw a small grate pop up in the distance, the secret entrance to the sanctuary.

Making sure he wasn't followed first, Gorm grabbed onto the grate and pulled the top away. Once it was off he slid inside, making sure it was properly sealed before crawling a short distance back to the inner sanctum. When he opened the door he was greeted by stone walls and candles, the familiar sights of home. Nazir was sitting at the table while an initiate cooked over the fire giving the building an oddly homey vibe, all the while the screams of a tortured man reverberated throughout the walls. Topping it off, Cicero was dancing around the Night Mother's open casket, singing some song about slitting throats. All in another day's work.

After giving a quiet yet respectful greeting to the others Gorm walked deeper into the sanctum and to his room. He pushed the jacket off of his shoulders and shoved it into his simple wooden chest on the ground, wearing only his tight, black armor now. Once it was locked he walked from his room and down the hall a bit, knocking on a closed and locked wooden door.

"Kiltski. I have completed the contract you gave me." His booming voice rang out through the stone walls. It was a shame that he'd have to kill her one day, he thought to himself.

 

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Kiltski was a beautiful woman.... as beautiful as she was deadly for sure. After Astrid had repented her sins Kilski was in. After all-- she had been slumbering deeply within the forgotten sanctuary when it was liberated so it only made sense that she should take Astrid's place since... by all accounts, she was older and more well adjusted for the position anyway. Just... a little more blood thirsty. But was that necessarily a bad thing?

Another odd trait of hers, one that Nazir often said unsettled him, Kiltski released a low, amused chuckle to herself as she turned the page of her book. It was not that the book was funny, only that her mind was busy thinking while her eyes were busy studying the words. This establishment... it took so much plotting and scheming and organizing to keep it running. To keep Nazir from killing Cisero. To keep The Nightmother happy... but most of all to still be obeyed. She may not have been the listener. But... she was just important.

Her red, vampiric eyes still read the book in her hands as she contemplated the missions being carried out as she sat there and read. Another low, amused chuckle.... and she took a moment to reach a slender hand out to grasp her wine glass... which she raised to her lips. Red liquid inside spoke of Nazir's donation. She liked Nazir. He didn't ask questions. But maybe perhaps that was because she unsettled him.

That knock at the door and Kiltski smiled to her book as that booming voice rang out through the walls of her small room. She let him stand there for just a moment as she continued reading her line and thinking her thought.

And then that low, amused chuckle again.... and she finally did shut the book. She liked Grom too. She liked playing with him. Her red eyes studied the door as it opened and her thick lips parted in a breath as she studied Grom's entrance. Her outrageously curvaceous body rose from her seat to stand before him, and her head tilted as her gaze swept down his dark form. She wore the same armor as he did. Highlighting her marvelous body.... and then her long, silky auburn hair fell down past her hips to tickle what was her equally as immaculate rear.

"It went well I see." She noted aloud with something of an amused fangy smirk as... that was a given. Grom was not new. Grom knew how to kill a man upon request. "You must have ran to Falkreath...." she murmured to him oh so softly with a lift of one brow.... "I did not think you would be the quick sort...." She smiled to herself as her off-handed thoughts as she found the bag of coin he had won and simply threw it to him as she turned. "You are. As always. The best, brother..." She cracked a smile.... before she very simply took her seat back up again and raised her book to continue reading where she released that low, amused laughter.

She waited until he shut the door to speak.

"Oh Brother.... " She chimed softly as she glanced towards the door. When he returned to it, she smiled. "Don't get too comfortable. I have another job for you.... You're fast... but can you handle another one?" Perhaps that would be his saving grace....

Kiltski softly pouted her lips.... before she returned her gaze to her book and let out that low, amused chuckle...

No one knew how old she was, exactly. They just knew her armor had to be swapped out of an old emblem when she returned from her slumber.

 

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She was always like this. Ever since he'd met her she was always playing this weird game that no one else in the order understood. Her vampirism was no secret, nor did it bother Gorm like it seemingly unsettled his old friend from the sands of the Aliki'r. Besides, Babette was a vampire as well and the girl didn't scare anyone off.

But Kiltski... No one understood her true intentions. Different members had their different theories on her. Gorm for one largely trusted their new curvaceous leader. She wasn't like the imposter Astrid. There was no nepotism with her, she followed the old tenants to a tee. The spirit of Sithis and the night mother had truly returned to the sanctuary.

But she was not his only boss. A certain Maven Blackbriar had contacted him in case anything ever happened to Astrid and after she lie dead, he was summoned in secrecy to her home in the Rift. He was given a secret contract, to kill his new leader when the opportunity arose. Gorm was torn though. On one hand, Maven represented everything the order had just left, its unfortunate rule by Astrid. On the other hand, he would have more power than he'd ever imagined... The choice he had to make tore him up inside each time he thought about it.

"I know I'm the best." He replied as he turned back towards her. Nazir rarely went on missions these days. Babette was preoccupied with feeding. Initiates were initiates. Gorm was now doing the bulk of the work and was doing it rather efficiently.

He walked back into the room, leaving the door shut behind himself. He eyed her up and down, noticing that curvy body encased in that tight, dark armor as he wondered what her flesh would feel like in his hands... A feeling that he would never be able to shake. She was pure lust.

"Tell me about this job." He said as he reached out, grabbing the book she'd held in her hands. He pulled it away from her and crossed his arms over his chest, holding it close to his body. "You can read later."

 

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Oh, she loved it. The way that Gorm so plainly re-entered her room after he had been looking forward to rest. She knew his words were on the tip of his tongue. Mean words, perhaps. Condemning here. Or telling her to grow up. Words he would not dare speak because she was precious and frankly, he was indebted to respect her. But even though his words were swallowed down deeply she could certainly still hear them in her hopeful dreams.

Ah, to be young again. But that was the funny thing about eternity. The first lifetime is spent maturing. The second lifetime, regressing back to the humor that was stuffed under the rug during the first. But just how hard did his dick get, she wondered.

Oh, that was besides the point. Her gaze re-focused on his eyes as he tore the book away from her and requested more information about his next contract. How much would be too much for the silent, deadly assassin? Not enough, she was sure.

A playful smirk pulled at those full lips as he coveted her reading material, the last volume of the Argonian Maid series. And she only stared up at her superior inferior as all of her violent, bloody thoughts ran through her mind and reflected in the wildness of her gaze. But finally she digressed.

"If you wanted my attention Gorm, you needed only ask. We're both killers here.... right?" Slowly, te vampiress rounded her table to indeed round past him as well. Her gaze grazed his impressive, lithe figure. Tightly coiled and ready to attack at any moment. As she went. But her loafing stride finally came to a stop as she reached her bookshelf and her hand pulled a different book from the same series. She cradled her new book in her arm as she grazed through the pages as that low, amused laughter like chocolate slid from her silky throat......

How much could he take indeed.

"It's not complicated.." She determined as she walked past Gorm to return to her desk where her round, curvaceous bottom settled down into her chair. "You will just be taking care of a woman. An innkeeper. I figured since you just got back from Falkreath you would not mind to swing by Riverwood..... it is not far for a man of your... speed." Her brow lifted as she glanced up at him quite suggestively and then the vampire smirked at what she was contending.

"Oh, and bring me back some bear's blood, will you? I have been in the mood for something a little different recently..." Her head tilted as those red eyes swept over him again before she released a good hearted laugh that mostly sounded evil as hell.

"What are you still doing here? Here's the details. Padomay be with you, my friend."


Oh... he was patient. So patient..... it was one of the qualities she admired most in an assassin indebted to obey her.

|| Lmaoooo no small task. ||

 

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The nerve of this one. Gorm's blood was boiling, her words turning up the temperature with each syllable. As much as he hated Astrid at least they had an understanding and that the woman treated him with respect. But Kiltski spoke to him as if he were nothing, an insignificant, disposable mercenary. That shook Gorm to his very core. He knew the value of a man like himself. He was a member of the Dark Brotherhood for Sithis sake! He'd killed more than any of his comrades and it was time for her to show him some respect.

He threw the book down onto the stone floor, a small mushroom cloud of dust springing up as it hit the floor. Just as soon as it did, the final scream left the throat of their torture victim, having been killed after giving up information about a stash of hidden treasure. He wished he could do that to the vampire. Hitch her to the rack and have his way with her...

But now wasn't the time for that, was it? He did notice that the book on the floor was the Lusty Argonian Maid but that didn't mean anything... Did it? A simple assassin such as himself shouldn't read into those things, yet he was still human. His mind wandered as the lines between his conscious and morals blurred.

He didn't leave the room though. Silently he walked towards her in her chair, pushing his chest out and shoulders back. He wasn't a large man but he knew how to intimidate, even if it was futile. Instead of grabbing for the book once more, his gloved hand slid around the vampire's throat and held on with a tight grip.

"Listen to me, you little bitch." The usually silent man growled out to her. "I only obey you because the Listener put you in charge. I do all the work for this organization while you and Nazir lounge around here. I've killed more contracts than anyone else. You WILL show me the respect I deserve." He explained, his grip never loosening.

"I've killed your kind before, I won't hesitate to do it again."

 

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|| wowza I'm still hot. ||

The sound of that book colliding with the floor brought her eyes to raise up to Gorm after his... she'd call it a tantrum. Her head tilted curiously as her mind raced to process what might be going on in his mind. Purely sexual things, she hoped. She was an old vampire after all, old and deprived. (an autobiography by me rofl). Her mind could not help but to wonder what his blood would taste like in her mouth with his rage coursing through it.

His taut flesh... she could not help but to be curious about that as well. What it would feel like, heated, under her fingertips. The vampire watched silently as he made his stormy approach. The anger that would flood her fantasies for centuries to come (wow repressed lmao) clear across his features. And then he did it.

His hand clapped around her neck as their distance from one another shortened. And he spoke those devilishly silky words.

Listen to me you little bitch....

A baited breath released from between her thick lips as her eyes fell shut. Pleasure washed over her as her body responded to him. Right there, by only a mere threatening touch, she almost came. (An autobiography also by me.) But she made no sound to allude to the fact that she almost had to change her Dark Brotherhood Underwear (ROFL) And her head only turned to gander upon him in thought as he gave her his final sentiment on the matter.

I've killed your kind before. I won't hesitate to do it again.

Her brow lifted curiously as she observed Gorm and his heated expression. The clench of his jaw. Notably, her large breasts heaved under the dark fabric of her armor. But for the most part she seemed unmoved by his threat. After all--- he was contracted to the dark brotherhood indefinitely (literally cause the quest doesn't end lmao) and thus he was contracted to remain loyal to her. This was not betrayal. This was just Gorm filling a complaint. So despite his threat and despite his demeaning words.... Kilsky only looked upon his haggard, tired face. And murmured so quietly, the following words.

"And what a sweet death that would be." Yet she smiled in amusement at him before quite simply adding. "This is a timed contract, Gorm. I only give you what I know you can handle, so..." Her hand lifted to delicately clap over his hand that had clapped over her throat previously, and gently the vampiress attempted to pull it away.

"Perhaps we can talk about this after you've fulfilled your contract."


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Gorm hated her. Every fiber in his being wished to squeeze harder onto her neck, to feel her life slowly drain with her breath. But that wasn't the way to kill a vampire, no. Everyone knew that. At the same time his lust for her grew to an unparalleled level. But Gorm wouldn't give her that satisfaction yet. He happily pulled his hand back from her throat and stepped back. His contract was timed, wasn't it? Still, he had time to get a bit of revenge. He walked around her bookshelf and grabbed each copy of the Argonian Maid, even the one off the the floor.

"Oh, we'll talk about this. The moment I come back from killing this innkeeper I'm coming right for you." He said, looking straight into her red eyes. "And that bear blood? Get it yourself, I'm an assassin. Not your servant." He punctuated his statement by delivering a quick, sharp slap to her cheek before turning around and silently stomping through the door.

Gorm retreated to his room, grabbing his fur coat once more before leaving again, packing the books in a sack and taking them as well. While he didn't want to go out on another contract, it at least allowed him to earn money and clear his mind a bit. The man traveled up to Dawnstar, renting a horse from the stables before riding throughout the night and morning, arriving in Riverwood quite tired the next evening. He hitched up the plain brown horse before slowly walking up to the inn, figuring he would try to make this innkeeper friendly before killing her. Lowering the victim's defenses was the easiest way to perform such a public murder.

His ebony dagger hung from his hip, covered by the coat as he took a seat by the bar, his sack of books in his free hand. He nodded at the female behind the bar. "One mead. Whatever you got." He said, sighing as he closed his tired eyes for a moment. He hadn't slept in a while, he wouldn't until the contract was fulfilled.

 

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Gorm rightfully pulled away from her and dropped his hand, as she had anticipated. But she knew this was just a glimpse of that anger. Because the more that anger built up, the more they would have little.... she'd call them tiffs. And oh... Gorm was an angry one wasn't he? Perhaps it was the career of watching the life drain out of someone's eyes. Perhaps that was what had made him so angry. After all, he was only a man.

But when the assassin moved to her bookshelf while angrily lashing out his words of agreement Kilsky gasped at the sight of him taking her copies of the Lusty Argonian Maid. "What are-" Her words of shock trailed off as, with his arms full of books, he walked to her and took her last copy straight out of her fucking hand.

His warning to get her own damn bear blood and that he would be back brought her brows to raise in surprise. And the slap to her face was met with a muted form of shock as she numbly followed after Gorm as he made his raging exit.

Standing in her doorway, her red eyes studied his muscular back before dropping to his slim waist... and the vampire smirked to herself as the look of shock and surprise faded from her expression.

I'm coming right for you.

He had meant it as a threat, she knew. But oh..... there was nothing threatening about it at all. No.... if anything it was endearing. Her back hit the frame of her door and her vampire hand raised to rest on her heart with a soft sigh of contentment that was almost like a swoon.

She liked Gorm. He got stuff done. And he was not bad to look at while he did it....

---------------------------------------------- Gorm's Return.

Well, she had taken a bath since Gorm had left to fulfill his contract. The Vampire's long hair appeared even longer now as it was still soaking wet and threatening to cling to her pale skin. She wore a nightgown now, having been prepared to take a vampiric slumber after doing some light reading by the candlelight at the side of her bed. She was not expecting Gorm back tonight. No, she anticipated he would take a rest before or after killing the Blade in question. Plus, the weight of all of her stolen books.

The thought brought a low, amused chuckle from her as her eyes studied the page of her book. The Gentleman's Guide to Whiterun. It was a little low-brow but what was she to do? Gorm had taken all of her books in his misplaced fit of rage. She would have to make do.

Thoughts of him brought her red eyes to lift to the door of her bedroom as a smile pulled at her lips at the thought of him.... and the vampire finally clapped her book shut only to set it gingerly on the floor beside her. And then, the assassin did something that only an assassin could do safely at night.

The vampire blew out the candle on her nightstand, casting her completely into darkness as she melted down into the bed to sleep.

 

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Delphine was her name, Gorm came to learn. He'd befriended her easily which led him to think that she was to be a much easier kill than she was. No, this woman was a Blade. When he went to sneak into her quarters at night he found her brandishing her signature katana, knowing that something was up with the traveler. After one of his most intense battles he'd finally killed the Blade, leaving her in a pool of her own blood.

He wasn't exactly unscathed, a few hits from her sword had torn his armor and wounded him, leaving him with a few nicks on his arms and torso. Still, he didn't bother to clean himself before he slid back into his jacket, concealing his wounds, armor, and dagger. He left the body for someone else to find before leaving the inn and finding his horse, riding off into the day like nothing had happened with his sack of books in hand.

She was all he could think about now that the job was done. That vile vampire, the sexy little bitch that she was. He was going to send her a message when he got back. She would know that Gorm wasn't just some assassin that would do as she pleased. No, he was just as good as her, better even. No one in the Brotherhood could compare.

When he arrived in the Pale again the stars twinkled in the sky, the sign of the Warrior overhead as the horse's hooves clacked across the lightly snow covered ground. Once the horse was returned he walked back to the secret entrance to the Sanctuary.

He deposited his jacket, sack of books, and dagger in his room before leaving for her quarters again, still wearing the stench of blood and death on his skintight armor. Silently he pushed her door open, pleased to discover the room darkened as she was asleep. He was more than pleased by this, knowing he could take his victim by surprise.

The door shut just as silently as it was opened, boots muffling each step he took towards her bed. His smirk continued to grow until he was standing over her sleeping body, feeling his erection pressing hard against the fabric of his armor. She would reward him for the wild goose chase he was sent on.

He watched her peacefully sleep for a few moments before striking out with his hand, gripping the cold flesh of her neck once more.

"Wake up, bitch. Time to pay up."

 

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Wake up, bitch. Time to pay up.

The vampire's eyes slapped open with alarm when the man's hand fell to her throat for a second time. Other than her eyes opening, her body was still so she could assess the situation. She too was a dangerous assassin after all. But this time, she had admittedly been caught off guard in her own home. Her safe house. No other than him. He had promised to return to her, she just hadn't thought it would be so soon.

A sultry smirk pulled on her thick lips at his temper. Such a bad, bad temper. And it seemed it had only grown more fowl since he had made his threat earlier to return for her. His hand was tighter, his body was more tense and the smell of blood easily found its way into her nostrils. A good smell, and a bad smell. The smell of death, and the smell of arousal. Arousal in the blood, yes, she could smell that. It was a skill honed with age and not so easily found.

Her ample chest came to rise before falling with great intention. Before the vampire bitch lifted a wrist to delicately drop by her head as her red gaze re-calibrated to look to his dirty face more directly.

"In my nightstand, Grom." She informed him of the location of his gold softly, that smile still on her lips. "In a bag... I believe you'll find it to be quite substantial given the skill level of your target... " Kiltski fell quiet for a few moments as she seemed to assess Grom standing over her before her head turned just slightly on her pillow. An assassin at the mery of an assassin.... was this what dreams were made of?

"You're injured.... let me taste your pain. I have always wondered if you taste as good as you smell Grom." As a show, the vampire's mouth opened so her fangs could elongate like a snake waiting to be milked. But these fangs would not give poison. No.... only pleasure.

"But you have to take your hand off of my throat first."

 

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"Money? You think I want money?" Gorm was careful to keep quiet but anger was still at the forefront of his tone. "I have enough gold to last three lifetimes. All I want is some fucking respect!" His hand squeezed just a bit tighter with each word. It was intoxicating knowing that he could end her at any moment.

The gold was the last thing he wanted, but what he wanted most was pleasure. It had been a long time since he'd felt the touch of a woman. He refused to use prostitutes and it was hard to find women to sleep with out on the road. He fully intended on having her service him now, he did even before he had an erection.

But his grip loosened as she offered to taste him. He could see that there was only one angry person in the room and it wasn't him. Far from it. She seemed ready to satiate her hunger and lust and he was glad to let her have that. Besides... It was probably a much more exciting experience than bathing to clean off the blood.

Just like he did before he let his hand off of her throat. Oddly, her fangs didn't scare him one bit. No, he found them arousing. It was dangerous but thrilling all at once, just like the life on an assassin.

"Fine, fine... Get your taste." He conceded, hoping that she couldn't sense his excitement. Deep down though, he knew that she could feel it in his blood.

 

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Oh, he was angry. Always so angry. But her request to taste him, she could tell that it caught him off guard. He hadn't been expecting it. Either because he hadn't expected her to want to or he hadn't expected her to ask, here they were. He conceded to her request, a fact that caused her already fangy grin to grow wider and the vampire leaned to sit up.

Gently, she reached a hand out to softly take his wrist so she could suggestively guide him to sit in the bed next to her while she let her own dangle off of it. "Grom.... you would not be so rich if I did not forward all of the best contracts to you. You would not be so rich... if I did not favor you..." Her eyes honed in on the side of his neck where some of Delphine's blood had splattered, she smiled at it before shifting slowly to lean her soft nightgown clad body into his hard, weathered and bloody one. As her head neared his neck she breathed him in deeply. A scent that brought her to groan to herself before giving that slow, low, amused chuckle...

"Excited.... I can smell your arousal... " She noted as her gaze slid over him and her head tilted softly. "And as for respect....." Her small hand that had gently lead him to her bed lifted to abruptly grasp his throat as her dainty little fangs grew just a smidgen longer and she snarled to him.

"I respect you every day that I don't end your miserable life." Her dangerous words now had a dangerous tone at what was a warning. She leaned into him quickly and abruptly, likely a startling action from a vampire in such close proximity after having shared such words, and she sunk them into his neck to free his life force for her greedy lips. She moaned femininely to herself as she appreciated his taste and let her tongue slip gently over the telling twin fang marks.

"Do not forget who owns you." She advised softly.. before returning her attention back to her feeding.

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"And you wouldn't be alive if I wasn't so fucking stupid..." The man groaned, not exactly fond of feeling her fangs sinking into his flesh. He thought for some reason that this would be a sexy, erotic experience. Perhaps she'd lick all of the blood from his body and be satisfied but no... She latched onto his neck and began to drain the blood straight from the tap.

He was already weakened from sleep depravation and the slight blood loss from his battle. He felt his head rush for a split second but quicklt came back to his senses, knowing that this could be a life or death situation. But would she really be dumb enough to kill her top assassin? He didn't want to think about that anymore.

Why would you think about death when you had such a sexy woman next to you, her body pressed against yours? Even if she was feeding off of him and he couldn't really move, there were a few tricks up his sleeve.

He figured she wouldn't be paying much attention to him as he fed so he slowly snaked his free arm away from his body. He reached across his own and towards her, conveniently finding its way to her chest. He reached into her nightgown and let his gloved hand envelop her large breast, giving it a rough squeeze through the fabric of his glove.

"You'll reward me for the contract, won't you?" He teasingly asked her as his hand shifted a bit, finding the bud of her perky nipple. His thumb and index finger closed around it, pinching and twisting it around in his grip.

 

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He tasted... delicious. More delicious than she ever could have anticipated. The vampire moaned to herself contently as she accepted that Grom had given up his anger-fueled conquest and was ready to be submissive. And she even adjusted her latch to a more comfortable one, so she could feed in relaxation. She didn't notice his arm adjusting, or she didn't care. But those strong, rough hands suddenly taking a large handful of her breast brought her to moan audibly. And his finger toying with the perky nipple poking against the underside of her nightgown brought her face to grow red as her womanly gave grew wet.

"Grom." She moaned as her fangs pulled out of his neck and receded into her gumline to be more hidden. And just like that, she was almost human again. And then there she was, being felt up by her good looking inferior who tasted like arousal and sexual interest.


With a clearing of her throat, Hiltsky turned her attention back to her nightstand table and reached out to jerk the drawer open, an action which brought her breasts to jiggle naturally. She reached her small hand in and pulled out a bag of coin. Grom's bag of coin. And held it out for him.

"Your gold, Grom." She told him simply as a way of dismissing him.

 

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She thought she could get rid of him that easily? No. Gorm wasn't submissive or scared of her like the others. He craved to be that thorn in her side, that ache that she could never get rid of or forget about. It was this exact moment that he realized he could never kill her. Fuck Blackbriar, fuck the power. This made life interesting.

"I told you. I'm not here for money. Can you get that through your thick skull? Or did you sleep for too long? You're going to give me what I want tonight, vampire." There wasn't any need for words anymore. Words were stupid, they'd only get so far with her. He needed to prove that he wasn't her little toy.

Once she retracted her fangs he knew that she'd belong to him for the night. As she held the bag out for him he extended one arm and reached for her shoulder, roughly shoving her down so that she lie flat on the bed. He held her down as he crawled over her, steely eyes piercing her own.

"I'm taking what I want and you're going to pleasure me." He sternly told her, like a teacher talking to his pupil. As he spoke, his other hand slid between her legs and under the light fabric of her nightgown. His fingers easily found her cunt, roughly pressing against her folds as he began to rub back and forth.

 

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You're going to give me what I want tonight, Vampire.

The vampire in question was still considering those words when Grom pushed her roughly down into her bed and climbed on top of her. The bag of coins that had been in her hand fell to that same bed, spilling out underneath them and several onto the floor while her gaze remained fixated on her angriest assassin. But most of all, on the look in his eyes. Cold, hungry, familiar. Oh. They had worked together for so long, it seemed bizarre now that his limit had finally been reached. She loved when he called her vampire. And yet her fangs showed themselves once more in a vicious warning growl as she jerked forward in an attempt to bite him defensively.

Oh but his hand though. His hand that had found her cunt caused her defensive fang-bearing growl to fall silent as a moan slid from her lips in response. She was already wet for him. She had been since she awoke with his hand on her throat. But as a vampire she was highly against being... forced.

"What are you doing Grom? Get off me-" She growled lowly in warning as she went in for another attempted bite but he was just a little too fast.

"Oh fuck..!" Her defensive growling faltered all of a sudden as her womanhood he so shamelessly played with began to pulsate and convulse just from his simple rubbing, bringing her to release against his hand as her hips rocked against him and head fell back. Her fangs were certainly still present. But. A lot less dangerous looking when she was releasing on Grom's hand from the simplest of touches.


The last time she had been touched like that, she had been human. (An autobiography by me)

 

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"Such a little slut you are, vampire." He knew she belonged to him now, at least for the rest of the night. He continued to rub her until she finished, content to give her that. Once her convulsions ended he quickly removed his hands from her and peeled his gloves of, favoring the contact of skin against skin.

Once the gloves were off he unbuckled the belt that held his pants against his body. Peeling them off, he finally unveiled to her his deliciously hard cock, thick and veiny with a dot of his precum sitting below the slit.

"You're going to lie here and take it." He explained as he hiked up her nightgown, pulling it up and over her thighs. He spread her legs a bit and knelt between them, leaning forwards a bit to rub the underside of his cockhead against her wet folds, knowing this was teasing her.

After a few rubs back and forth, his hips lurched forwards with a complete lack of grace. His tool plunged into her with quite a bit of force behind it, the Nord not caring about how she felt at all. She was here for his pleasure now, as far as he was concerned.

 

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An embarrassed flush tainted her cheeks red after she had released on him with barely a touch. As if she had never had a love before. Which she had, it was just very very very (very very) long ago. She breathed heavily as he allowed his hand to fall away from her womanly area to begin removing his gloves and other aspects of his gear and all she could do was watch.

He was an amazing specimen of a man. She had watched him peel off his armor many times in passing, he wasn't shy. And she couldn't help but to admire him every time. There was something erotic about the Dark Brotherhood armor coming off, and the man within being revealed. Her eyes took in every muscle, every scar, every wound, all the way to the small vampire bite on his neck that still faintly bled.

When his member was revealed her gaze softly settled there, admiring it. It looked... delicious. (well that's unsettling?) She knew what was coming next, but she did not object. Her hand reached out for the nondamaged side of Gorm's neck to gently clasp it as he pushed her nightgown sloppily out of the way and over her hips, revealing her small womanhood to him. And as he eagerly aligned them, the vampire moaned lowly as that same hand slide down to his shoulder to gently grasp.

His insertion. It brought the vampire's head to fall back with a cry of alarm. She was tight. She was so incredibly tight and Gorm was intent to have her with reckless abandon. "Gorm!" She cried out in alarm as he filled her space while her hand on his shoulder tightened roughly around the bone there as a reflect.

"Fuck! It has been so long!" She cried out softly while her hips desperately and painfully raised to meet his erratic thrusts.

 

[nerdfuck]

Gorm honestly had no clue as to what she was saying or even doing anymore. He was past the point of no return. Primitive, carnal lust had completely overtaken the Nord, his only need now was to ravage this vampiric beauty and cum deep within her.

His hand slid from her shoulder and back to her throat. While his grip wasn't tight it did a fantastic job of keeping her in place for him. His eyes wandered down to her chest where those fantastic breasts of hers bounced with each wild thrust of his hips. Looking back on this, Gorm would be quite proud of himself. For the first time in a long time he was fucking a real woman with real curves. Not some simple girl he met on the road.

Pleasure was pulsing through his veins as he continued working on her. Already he could feel the sweat dripping down his body, mixing with the dried blood from his closing wounds. Yet he desired more. Erratic thrusts became more focused, hips moving straight and true as he plunged his cock as deep into her as he could, wanting to feel his shaft nestled into her tight hole.

"I own your cunt, vampire." He growled out to her, lifting his hand off her throat momentarily to slap her cheek once more, sliding it back after he heard the satisfying sound of his hand smacking against her soft flesh.

But it also brought about the end. Normally, he'd pride himself in lasting long but his first fuck in a while made him weak, just not as pitifully weak as Kiltski had been, cumming with her first touch. After a few more pumps he hilted himself deep inside of her and came quite hard, groaning loudly as he filled her up with rope after rope of his seed. After he was finished, he pulled out of her and stood from the bed, shaking his head at her.

"You're a sorry little slut." Were his last words to her before he cocked back his closed fist and clocked her in the side of the head. He pulled his clothes back on, put his coins back in the sack she offered and left her on the bed with legs spread and nightgown pulled up, cunt leaking out his sperm as he left, shutting the door behind him as he retreated to his own bed.

 

[nerdfuck]

|| "Rough night?" Lmaoo ||

When Kiltski woke, she awoke to the radiating pain of that immensely powerful hit to the side of her head. She found herself, of course, in a state of disarray. Her nightgown was pushed up over her hips, cum dried around her messy, still wet womanhood. A soreness radiated through her body as she sat up in bed and tried to focus her vision which was still slightly non-compliant.

You're a sorry little slut.

She remembered his words but not much afterwards, but it didn't require a memory stone to figure out what happened. No-- that sorry sack of shit had raped her and then knocked her out! It caused her heart to flutter, just a slight patter at just the thought of those steely eyes looking down at her as he used her body. His moans filling her quarters... oh, he was her favorite brother that was for certain... despite being part of the new brotherhood that she was not quite adjusted to. He was still.... just glorious.

After bathing the filth of the man away, Kiltski brushed out her long, beautiful hair and tied it up onto the back of her head so it was out of the way. Too easy for him to grab onto, and she knew its lack of availability would just drive him wild. After pulling her hair up the Brotherhood mistress squeezed into her armor everyone was adapted to seeing her in, pulled on her breeches, a belt, and at last a pair of her muffled boots. Her uniform, as it were. And she was ready for the day.

She took a moment to stand in front of her bookshelf and mourn the books that Gorm the Bastard was holding hostage. And finally, she went about her meetings for the day (like she has a fucking dockett lmao). It was the middle of the day and Kiltski came to stand in front of Nazir to have a word with him about a contract.

He had been mid-bite of something or other and paused in surprise to find her standing in front of him. And, unsettled, he set his bite back on the plate as if no longer interested in the prospect of food. She chuckled lowly at that..... and she thought she saw the man pale a little.

As she spoke with him however, her eyes drifted across the room to catch sight of Gorm practicing with a practice dummy. (Dummy no fight back. Also in other news I originally wrote 'practice gummy' and that shut me down for like five minutes laughing. The more you know.) The assassin wore no shirt, so every swift movement from him drew her eyes to his immaculate muscles under his skin. She could not help but to admire the fact that the blood bag had been inside of her just the previous night... and in her distanced thoughts she could not help but to dig a fang into her lower lip in a most repressed manner.

Nazir leaned slightly into her line of vision to get her attention. And when that failed to work his head shook at her. "Maaaaaaaaaan....." He noted allowed as he slid the envelope she had yet to give him from her hands since something had apparently caught the vampire's attention.

She looked to him in surprise before simply nodding and pulling away to pursue more interesting things. Their business was done after all.

As Kiltski rounded the practice dummy that Gorm was hard at work at, the hunger in her eyes was fairly obvious, as was the small drop of blood she had inadvertently shed from her own lip. She licked it away... before coming to a stand still behind the dummy. Might as well give him something worth fighting.

"Planning your next attack?" She inquired softly as her hand came to rest on the small hay target. "Or... are you preparing for what will happen if you never return my books....." Her head tilted at the soft, private question before her red eyes dropped to the line where his pelvis dropped under the waistband of his pants.

Did she just come to like him more?

 

[nerdfuck]

Sleep came easy for Gorm after he'd walked back into his room, making sure to hide the sack of books in his chest just in case a certain someone tried to snoop around during the day. He then slid his armor off, content to let the darkness of the room embrace him as he quickly drifted off to sleep.

He had no idea what time it was when he awoke but instantly scenes from the previous night had entered his mind's eye. Her fangs. Bouncing breasts. His cum oozing out from her spent cunt after he'd knocked her unconscious. It made him chuckle as he slid his armor back on except for the top, figuring that he could clean himself off after a sparring session with one of the various practice dummies n the stone walls.

He took only his dagger with him, stopping to greet and have a brief chat with Nazir before he trained. From what he gained, Nazir had no idea of what had transpired the night before. Hell, Nazir didn't even know that he left on a contract the day before, figuring that Gorm was just keeping to himself like he normally did. After the brief chat, the Nord excused himself and walked past the ever dancing and singing Cicero and the Nightmother's coffin before reaching the training area on the other side of the large common area.

He didn't notice her little chat with Nazir, he didn't even know she'd woke up before she rounded the practice dummy. His toned body was now dripping with sweat as he'd spent time swinging away at the dummy refining his already deadly technique.

His first instinct when he saw her was to sigh but it all came back to him. Mounting her, raping her, cumming in her pussy, leaving her with her gown hiked up like a cheap whore. It made a wide grin spread across his face as he stopped swinging at the dummy, turning his entire attention towards their leader.

"You'll get your books back when I say you can. Just give me my next contract." He said, sliding his dagger back into its sheath that hung from the side of his lightly armored bottoms. Damn, this woman was sexy. He did realize however, that her prized long locks were tied back. She was taking away his ability to pull her hair. Had he actually intimidated her?

Nazir and Babette, the eternally young vampire were watching this strange interaction from a distance. "Those two are weird together." She said as Nazir nodded in agreement before taking his leave, ready to get his quick contract out of the way. Meanwhile, CIcero burst in, skipping about. "He he, he he! Let's kill someone!" He exclaimed before skipping back to his beloved Nightmother's coffin.

 

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|| "..... " Nazir is just like "Can't pay me enough to care." Lmao ||

Even drenched in sweat, he smelled wonderful. Like her room did the previous night while he raped her down into her own bed. The masculine musk of his labor filled her nostrils and fuzzied her brain..... but as he spoke her red eyes that had been wandering re-centered on his human eyes and away from his other immensely pleasureful assets. Oh, she loved those assets very much....

"Oh...." She quirked in surprise. "Now you want something from me That's unfortunate....." Her head canted.... before she glanced to Cicero who was busy doing neurotic cicero things. Even for her time, he was an odd egg. But not Gorm. Gods, not Gorm. He was... well if she were still alive, they would be in trouble.

A smiles lapped onto her face as she seemed to draw herself out of thought and she laughed at his forward request. "Seeing how stressed you were last night, Gorm, I couldn't in good conscious give you another contract." She explained softly, as if she cared. "You are the best, brother. I cannot allow your smothering anger to compromise your health in the field. Your performance on your last contract was below your average work.... how low are you going to let it go in the name of productivity?"

Her soft, warm smile became one more akin to a spider's legs sprawling across her face as she let out a soft laugh that was intentionally mean-tempered. "After all, you said it yourself, Brother. You have enough gold for three lifetimes. What is the harm to take some you time? I gave Nazir the last contract, why don't you just sit this one out and take a rest.... I think you need it." Smiling that wicked smile, Kiltski wandered around the dummy and gave poor Gorm a pat on his arm as she receeded back deeper into their home. But not without calling out to him as she went:

"Since you will not return my books, why don't you give them a read? You might enjoy yourself for once..."

|| LMAO UNEMPLOYED ||

 

[Guitarman]

This was a rouse. No one had ever cared about his mental or physical state. The Brotherhood had always been about efficiency and keeping up their reputation as the best damn guild in all of Tamriel. But Gorm wasn't going to give into his urges as easily as he did the previous night, at least he wouldn't where his other Brothers could see him. As far as he was concerned, his business with Kiltski was exclusive to them.

So the man sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, making sure to speak with conviction in his voice, leaving out the anger that had completely dominated his tone the night before. He exhaled and dropped his shoulders, looking into her red eyes before speaking again.

"Fine, Kiltski. Besides, I'm sure Nazir needs the practice anyway. I will indeed be back in my quarters if you need me." He replied, making sure to slide a small smile in her direction before spinning around, needing to end this interactions on his own terms. If she had something to discuss with him, she would have to follow him this time. It was petty as hell but it gave him all the power in the world over her, even if only for the briefest of moments.

When his retreat back to his quarters was complete he made sure to lock the door, this little temptress wouldn't get to satisfaction of surprising him. Already half naked he pulled off the rest of his armored clothes, setting them with the discarded top. Nude, he paddled off to the small tub in the corner of the room, grabbing a rag and his ever-present bucket of water. He dabbed the rag into the cool water and cleaned off his wounds, most of which were already scabbing over. The few open ones stung a bit, barely phasing the assassin. After he was all cleaned up he dumped the remaining water over his head, washing away the blood of the night before, the sweat from training, and most importantly, the stench of the vampire.

He dressed in his armor once more, the feeling comforting against his skin. He unlocked the chest once more, reaching into the sack and pulling out one of her books. He walked around the room, lighting a few candles with a flame spell before reclining on his bed, thumbing through the book.

"She finds this arousing? What a simple little whore..." Soft chuckles filled the stone room.

 

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|| Nazir stares at him in horror from the corner of his room, came to borrow a weapon polish lmao ||

Fine? He said it was just fine? What did fine mean? Her brow quirked at his submissiveness. It was quite out of nowhere, and, frankly, quite against his usual demeanor. The vampire's head bowed softly to her best assassin before watching him silently retreat to his room. His cold, lonely room. Had she finally won? Had she gotten control over the left hand of darkness?

No.... no. She didn't need clairvoyance to find the bullshit here. What a minx he was.... Obviously, this was a conversation that he didn't want to have around his Mother (HAHAHAHA). That was fine. They could speak in private. Her head turned to smile at Cicero who had twirled a dance through the room while stabbing his knife in a whole manner of directions, and she faked a quiet unsettling laugh.

"Wonderful dance, Cicero. Did the Nightmother teach it to you?"
"What? My dance? Nooo.... no. But she did request it!" He let out that long, drawn out, confused and deranged laugh of his that brought joy to her head, before she also retreated.

It was best not to dissect madness.

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She hummed to herself softly.. as she wandered down the hall, heading straight for his room. She made no bother to hide herself from anyone or Grom. As her feet came to pause in front of his door she glanced up one way, then down the other, and smiled wickedly to herself as she produced a singular lockpick from her pocket. It was all she would need. She was given eternity, so that was an eternity spent not letting a small thing like doors get in the way. (lmao)

She wore a sickening smile on her face as she opened the door and entered his room, finding the stallion laying out on his bed with a book, and her brow raised. "Ah, Talos guide me, you can read." She denoted aloud thoughtfully before giving a soft, fake chuckle. "I was starting to think you were all braun and no brains.... especially since it seems you've forgotten to give me my bear's blood?"

After shutting the door behind her she leaned back against it and raised her brow in question with no semblance in the least of sarcasm. Yes, she remembered him telling her to get her own delicacy. No-- she did not think he had actually forgotten.

Yes. She really wanted to see that redness strike his face when she made another unrealistic demand of him.

 

[Guitarman]

Gorm barely flinched when she entered his room. Deep down inside he expected it. As much as she hated her she was smart and no one would say that she was a bad leader for the brotherhood, especially after they had all been subjugated to Astrid's idiocy for a while. Everyone settled their differences when Astrid had essentially gotten all of their Brothers dead. The likes of Veezara, Festus Krex and all of the loyal brothers that died to protect the destroyed sanctuary would never be forgotten.

"Talos worship is forbidden, don't let those Stormcloaks catch you saying that." He said, closing the book and placing it down on his chest. He refused to look into her eyes, though. He picked a spot over her head and focused his eyes on it as he spoke deliberately. How had she not gotten over that whole bear blood thing after last night?

"I told you, I'm an assassin and not your servant. Perhaps you should've told Nazir to fetch it for you. He seems more apt to listen to your commands." He said, reaching over to the table next to his bed. He grabbed the dagger that sat there, inferior to the ebony one that he hid but more than enough to protect himself with in a pinch. He twirled the grip around in his fingers much like Cicero would, watching the candlelight glaring off of the iron blade.

"Well, seems like we're done here. You can leave, Kiltski. You said I needed a break after that contract anyway. Thanks for sending me to kill a Blade without warning." He shook his head a bit, silently waiting for the voluptuous leader to leave him in peace.