Elder Scrolls One Shots

Pieces of You IV - Smut

Weeks went by and he was almost completely back to what you could only assume was normal. Almost. He still had no clue who he was, besides the odd nightmare of his death that would lead him to the couch where you would join him not long after due to your own. It had become almost a routine to fall asleep together side by side. You felt yourself growing closer to Lucien and wondered when he would decide to leave, and if you would be ready when he did.

Lucien was kind, intelligent, selfless and very, very handsome. He had taken to reading the books you had on your shelves. He had nearly read all of them and took particular interest in "The Mystery of Talara", of which you had collected each volume.

"A Princess who doesn't know her own past, sounds familiar." He had joked. You were both sitting in the living room doing your own things and enjoying the company.

"Are you saying you're a princess?" You teased back. He gave you a sly look.

"I could be." He said. You laughed, giving him a playful push.

"You'd make one hell of a princess. A very handsome one. Can't say how good you'd look in a dress, though." You smirked.

"You think I'm handsome?" He rested his head on his hand, turning to you with a genuine smile.

"Of course, all the ladies must have fought over you." Your cheeks were red. Were you seriously flirting with the living dead?

"I should say the same for you. It's a wonder why such a beautiful woman hasn't been snatched up yet." Gods, and was he flirting back? His eyes flicked between yours and your lips and you found yourself leaning in closer. His hand rested gently on your cheek, his thumb brushed across your lips before he kissed you softly. You reciprocated, running your hands through his shiny hair. But you pulled away, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"You're going to leave me." You whispered. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Lucien asked.

"You're going to remember who you are and then you'll leave me. You have a life somewhere." Your eyes were glassy and your bottom lip trembled. You were the Champion of Cyrodiil, nobody ever stayed. Martin sacrificed himself, Jauffre and Baurus died. And any friends you had when you were younger abandoned you out of jealousy for your titles and power.

"You are my life now." He whispered back, taking your face in both of his hands. "I'll stay with you... if you'll have me."

"I can't make you promise that." A tear slipped from your eye and he wiped it away.

"You don't have to. If I remember who I am, I'll stay. I'm promising that on my own." He said it so honestly and so sincerely you couldn't help but to believe him, even if your mind was screaming at you not to. "I love you, __."

You leaned in this time to give him a kiss, both of your hands finding his hair and tangling themselves within it. Your heart was soaring, maybe you did have a chance with him. Maybe he wouldn't leave. Maybe the both of you could build a life. A better one.

Your chests were against each others as he pushed you down against the couch, straddling you. He hardly got halfway through asking you for consent before you agreed desperately. He pulled your pants off as you unbuttoned his dark jeans, pulling them down quickly. As he pulled down your underwear and his cold hands brushed your warm thighs, you felt goosebumps forming. He trailed kisses down your neck and breasts, to your navel as he took off his boxers. He bit your nipple gently while using his fingers to play with the other causing you to gasp in pleasure.

He teased your entrance slowly, making your legs shake slightly. Until he gave in and pushed himself inside of you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He was slow and methodical at first, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Teasing you by only going so far in. Then deeper and deeper until he hit the spot, shooting fireworks of pleasure through your body and you bit your lip.

"Don't hold back, my love." He whispered huskily in your ear. "I want to hear you come." That was what nearly sent you over the edge as your hands grasped the firm muscles on his back, your fingernails digging into his skin. He seemed to like that, giving a deep growl of a moan.

He started going faster as the primal urges began taking over, going deeper than before in the process. You couldn't help but to moan a bit louder, never before had a man given you this type of pleasure. His hand found its way to your throat, squeezing it just right to cut a bit of the blood flow to your brain off. Oh he didn't know it yet, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

Your hips tried to buck, but he used his other hand to hold them down, pressing down enough to feel himself going in and out. An entirely new type of pleasure found its way into your system like a drug, and just like that, you knew you were hooked on him. And he knew he had you as your breathing quickened and your muscles involuntarily contracted as you reached your peak. With one last moan, you had a glorious orgasm. He went slower to allow you to ride your high before he, too, came inside of you. You didn't care, you would gladly have his kids.

He pulled away and laid you on top of him as you both caught your breath. His body was warm, a bit of sweat on his chest and face. He played with your hair as your breathing evened out.

"Let's go get cleaned up." He said, standing you up and going with you to the bathroom to run a bath for the two of you.