Lady Dibella's Charm and a Diabolical Dilemma: A Skyrim Fan-fiction

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Shit!” Rielle cussed as Cicero shoved her against the stone wall of the kitchen area, the force causing a few decrepit wall decorations to clatter down around them. She gritted her teeth and struggled in his grasp. His body was pressed up against hers, pinning her arms behind her back while her cheek scrapped against the rough stone walls.

“Hehehe my listener is a fast mousy mouse! But the kitty cat wants a little bite...” Cicero’s voice was low as he whispered in her ear, his hand slipping sensuously down her tight chain mailed waist, the enchantment completely taking over his already deranged mind. She grudgingly noted, she had never had to face him in combat, not even in practice. She was immediately at a disadvantage. NOOO!! This isn’t happening! Rielle screamed internally. She needed to get out, find that Mage’s corpse, find any clue she could about the enchantment and destroy its source of power! Then she could resurrect his blasted corpse just to kill him again! Otherwise she was going to be Dibella’s sick puppet in fulfilling primal urges with someone completely fucking nuts crazier than her.

Rielle screamed in frustration and with a mighty effort, managed to kick out a leg behind her and jab his thigh with her sharp boots. He hissed in pain momentarily loosening his grip on her. That was all she needed. She ripped out of his grasp and scrambled for the large dwarven entrance doors of Vlindrel Hall clawing all the while desperately at the necklace, wrapped tight around her neck. She cursed her stupidity from putting it on without being certain of its function.  She just needed to STAY AWAY from that stupid sexy-UHHHH....TROUBLESOME clown, whose relentless pursuit of her was stirring certain feelings in her, feelings of lust and domination. He was mine. Mine. mine. mine.... her inner wolf gleefully chanted licking her jowls. In vain she tried to block out her laboured breathing and the sweet aches the necklace was producing, but slowly she could feel herself succumbing to its enchantment. She was frozen in place, the hand that reached out to throw the doors open now fell limply to her side.

Rielle fought a fruitless battle in her head. Gods she wanted him...memories flashed in her mind of all the times they had been on contracts together...and what a team they made. How beautiful and graceful were his kills. How she noticed his lean muscles ripple underneath his clothes. His lithe agile body, straining with effort to help her up a cliff face...He was mad. But she had read his diary...and knew his madness...and his fragile instability was what drew her to him. She liked crazy; anything dangerous did it for her really. She had often wondered what fucking a crazy would feel like...

Cicero was walking slowly, through a sweet red intoxicating haze, all those feelings he had kept repressed...surfaced like bubbles on the top of boiled alto wine. They sizzled and popped deliciously, sending jolts of arousal through him. Making him hard. So cruel is the listener...to deny the fool of hearts...after all he has done for her, served her, protected her, and worshipped her. He would give his life for the sweet listener...rip out his own heart and serve it to her on a silver platter if she so desired...so he could see that dangerous smile of hers...his favourite one...the one that showed itself when she was frenzied with blood-lust. The listener had stopped running she was standing deathly still, her back turned to him, as he slowly walked towards her, his lips twitching into an uncontrollable predatory grin. As he anticipated she turned around abruptly and sucked in a breath before-

“FUS RO DAHH!!!” Rielle shouted with the last ounce of her self-control, convinced that by knocking him out cold, she could avert future consequences.

“Not quite, my sweet listener...” Rielle barely had time to process that he had actually dodged her shout before she felt his body slam into hers. Cicero wrapped his arms around her in a vice-like grip, surprisingly strong for someone his size. Rielle cried out angrily and with great difficulty managed to rip an arm free of his grip. She then proceeded to aim a punch at his face. He nonchalantly moved aside as her fist flew harmlessly past his face, then quickly caught her wrist and moved closer to her.  A shocked expression passed over her face before his lips crashed into hers, smothering her cries, as his arms closed tightly around her. His lips moved with savage grace, sliding hot and wet over her mouth, making her moan. He nipped at her bottom lip as he hand slid from her waist to grip her slender throat.

“My Listener...hehehe...is so strong, but so beautiful...with eyes the deep colour of sapphires...” Cicero broke the kiss, and whispered close to her ear, in a breathless voice stroking a glove-less hand down her neck.

“...that shine like the glinting of steel-“Rielle’s head collided with his head, momentarily coming back to her senses, as she savagely attempted to get him off. Cicero gave a harsh cry as his head bounced back, his grip loosening, allowing her to break free.

She stumbled away from him, breathing hard and licking her mouth with a satisfied grin on her face. Her head spun and her lips throbbed from his bite but she was enjoying this game now, control be damned! She slowly backed up the hallway her eyes on the ground before snapping her attention back to him. He stood completely still, his back braced against the front door, a glazed, hungry look on his face. His eternal sadistic smile had slipped and he looked flushed and feverish, eyelids drooping. He licked his lips, then the corner of his mouth twisting into a lopsided grin. Her eyes of their own accord focused on Cicero’s mouth, slightly open and flushed, still bruised from their frantic kiss. Then down to his silly shirt collar that had come slightly undone, revealing pale flesh slightly freckled underneath. His blood red hair normally smoothed down and tucked behind his ears by his stupid Jesters hat now fell into his eyes, and brushed his pale neck. Rielle shuddered, her breathing becoming ragged.

“Catch me if you dare.” Rielle huskily announced, staring into his dark eyes before darting back into the kitchen area.

 “ Rielle...” Cicero’s voice had dropped, and Rielle felt it’s rough, dark quality run through her like hot fire.