❦ 𝔖𝔨𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱 ❦

The Dragonborn Cums?

You frown and push his face away from yours. "I think I'll keep my chastity for my husband."

"Husband? Ladyship, I didn't think you'd ever call me that," He mock cries.

"Oh Bishop, you're quite conceited aren't you," You shake your head and push him off the bed. "You'll have to try harder to get into my pants."

"You minx, it's cruel to play with a wounded man," He chuckles. "Don't worry, I can wait as long as you need."

"I don't need anything, Bishop. Just you to keep your hands off the goods," You grumble turning over.

"Oh Ladyship, no need to deny yourself what you want," He chuckles climbing on top of you again.

"Bishop, why are you so persistent," You sigh. "Listen, is the word no in your vocabulary, or has that word never been explained to you?"

"Hmm, I know what it means, but I also know what your stealing glances mean. You didn't think I'd notice, did you? Stealing glances at me when you didn't think I was paying attention. And don't try to play coy Ladyship, I'm in no mood for that," He leaned down to kiss you but you dodge.

"And I'm in no mood for this. I'm still processing what happened, Bishop. Can you not keep it in your pants for more than a few days?" You scoff.

*knock knock* "I'm coming in!" You hear from the other side of the door. It must be the tavern owner's wife.

You shove Bishop off the bed and cover yourself up with the blankets. Bishop lands in the ground with a thud as the door opens.

"I'm sorry did I interrupt something?" She asks, eyeing the torn clothes.

"I apologize for your torn clothes. She had a nightmare and tore them off," Bishop lies. You glare a warning at him but he only smiles.

"That's quite alright. I'm glad you're okay ma'am. I'm sorry for what happened too," She says, setting down the food she brought.

"It's fine, you needn't apologize. You've done nothing wrong," You explain.

"I know I didn't, I just can't help it. They've been doing that for a while but we've never been able to boot them. I know it was a stressful situation, but thank you. Without you they'd still be here," She smiles.

"You're welcome. I think?" You glance at Bishop who seems just as confused as you are. "Anyway, thank you for the food. Can you show Bishop back to his room, please? I'd like to rest, and here's some gold for the food and the room for another night," You place roughly 25 gold in her hands.

"Yes ma'am, sir please follow me," She beams at a disappointed Bishop.

"This isn't over Ladyship," He growls.

"It's over right now. Goodnight Ranger," You laugh snuggling into the blankets. You fall asleep thinking about what would have happened if Bishop hadn't saved you. Not a good idea.

After a few hours of restless sleep, you jolt awake from nightmares. You can't get back to sleep so you leave your room to find Bishop sitting by the fire alone. You slowly and as quietly as possible creep over to him. You sit down beside him and place your hand on his knee. He jolts slightly but calms down when he looks at you.

"What's the matter, Bishop?" You whisper.

"I couldn't sleep. And by the bags under your eyes, I'm guessing you slept restlessly if at all," He says.

"You'd be right. Nightmares. Why are you up?" You ask shifting in your chair to face him.

"Those three disgusting idiots reminded me of an awful time in my life. I used to be a bandit, but the people in my, clan I guess you could call it, would kidnap and rape women and girls alike. I couldn't help thinking of them doing all of those horrible things to you," Bishop sighs.

"I'm sorry Bishop. Those men were the scum of the earth but you saved me," You reassured.

"Yes, but what if they're with him?" Bishop mumbles.

"With who?" You question.

"Thorn. The scum who started my clan into kidnapping and raping women. Ladyship most of Skyrim is civilized, most bandits are too, but Thorn and his group are not. They have no morals and nothing to keep them in check," Bishop explains.

"So I'm other words you think Thorn has been inducting people into his group?" You clarify.

"Exactly! I want that son of a bitch's head rolling on the ground," Bishop growls.

"We could make that happen," You say. "We can go to Falkreath tonight or tomorrow and hunt them down."

"That's the best idea you've had all day, Ladyship," Bishop stands up smiling.

"I take it you want to leave now then," You stand heading to your room.

You gather your belongings, only pausing to place a few gold on the nightstand to replace the dress Bishop ripped up.

Slinging your knapsack over your shoulder you return to the fireplace. A few moments later Bishop returns and you stand to face him.

"Ready to go?" You ask.

"As ready as I've ever been. Let's make his head roll," Bishop says, determined.

You nod, walking to the door and escaping the stone city. It's time to free this world of a disease. And its name is Thorn.