Northbound Pilgrimage II

Chapter XCI - The Trinity

The house felt eerily empty

Two more days have passed after that unfortunate incident at the Bunkhouse and they were all the same – filled with errands and lazing around the cistern. After all that, Bishop and Aeyrin were asked for something different at last. Still boring, but different. Today, Karliah had asked them to go back to Honeyside and make sure that everything was ready for her takeover. They had to get rid of Iona somehow and to ensure that the house was fit to be turned into an inconspicuous smuggling route – whatever that meant.

The two of them had spent the better part of the afternoon discussing how to deal with the pesky spy. They still wanted to mess with Ulfric somehow, but that was kind of hard to do now that he knew that they knew everything about Iona.

But when they arrived in the evening at last, all that discussion turned moot.

Iona wasn't there. In fact, her room was completely empty and all her things were gone. Apparently, the Jarl decided to fold her cards and not to bother with a made spy anymore.

Whatever happened to Iona was probably no longer important. At least they didn't have to be wary in that place anymore.

After inspecting the basement thoroughly for any remaining possessions of the housecarl, they moved back upstairs.

What did it even mean to prepare this house? What was supposed to be done? It was just a house.

Aeyrin kept looking around, pondering, but Bishop had already dismissed that task. Karliah would get what she needed here herself. He didn't know what to do with this place. But it was still theirs right now.

For the last time.

Aeyrin looked at the door leading onto the back porch critically. Were they supposed to prepare the little dock there somehow or something? She had no idea what any of this entailed.

But before she could ponder on it any further, she suddenly felt Bishop's hands on her waist and she was quickly lifted off her feet. She didn't manage to react before she was tossed right onto the nearby bed, colliding with the soft mattress with a loud yelp.

He was on top of her within a second, pressing her body into the blanket firmly and trapping her under his weight.

"Hey, princess," he grinned at her blushing face before he dipped his head down and nibbled on his favorite spot on her neck eagerly.

Aeyrin let out a soft groan as her hands strained a bit under his grasp. Just the feel of his stubbly jaw on her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine.

"I think," Bishop smirked against her neck before he traced a slow line down towards her collar with his tongue. "That we're long overdue," another nip on her flesh followed, "for actually fucking somewhere besides that smelly sewer for a change."

Aeyrin let out a giggle, but it quickly turned into a low moan as Bishop shifted his weight a bit and moved his thigh to press in between her legs, rubbing it against her slowly.

"Well I..." she gasped when his teeth pinched her skin again. "I can't argue with that."

"Good," Bishop chuckled. "Cause that's an argument you'd lose."

He let go of her hands momentarily and pushed himself off her to sit up until he straddled her leg.

"Besides, we still haven't tested this bed properly. And we need to make sure that everything's in order in this house, right?" he smirked before he moved himself off the bed entirely.

She couldn't argue with that either. They never really got the opportunity to enjoy this house to the fullest and now it was almost out of their hands entirely. It was the perfect time to have some fun here. It was not as if Karliah needed them back right now. She had asked for this long ago today and never rushed them. She could surely even wait for tomorrow as well. It was pretty late already.