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

Chapter 4

Rielle stumbled into the storage room adjacent to her bedroom, and barricaded herself in it. Its large Dwarven metal doors were impenetrable.  She immediately felt Cicero hit the other side of the door,  growling in frustration.

“Listenerrr....you’re not playing fair...” He taunted, an undertone now noticeable in his voice. She grinned in satisfaction before quickly stripping down, already feeling the ebony mail practically cooking her in her own body heat. She swore vehemently throwing each piece of scalding armour off her one by one. Then she slunk to the floor, back braced against the doors and cursed Dibella and her stupid worshippers who had the nasty tendency to place perverted spells on pretty pieces of loot. But....Rielle had to admit, this game was frustratingly fun.

 “Fucking hell!” Rielle cursed as she tripped over her armour in her rush to get to the doors. She stumbled to her feet and flung the doors open...coming face to face with Cicero. Both of them froze, staring at each other completely unmoving, as a heady rush went through them simultaneously.

“Listener please...Cicero would very much like to-“Cicero feverishly tried to convey his amorous intentions to his torturous listener, when she beat him to it.

 “Fuck...” Rielle groaned, right before leaping on Cicero. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist and her lips crashed onto his, whilst his arms immediately wrapped in a deadly embrace around her, fingers pulling at skin, neck and hair. He made a smothered sound of approval, as Rielle’s teeth bit deeply on his lower lip. Cicero’s hands groped lewdly at Rielle’s backside and thighs as he struggled to keep them from falling over.  He broke the kiss and nipped her neck harshly. Her sharp gasp provoked him to perform other naughty things... Rielle soon learnt that the jester could do some pretty wicked things with his tongue. He pulled her hair back roughly, exposing her neck fully to his hungry gaze. Then slowly he ran his tongue up her neck, upon reaching her ear he grazed it with his teeth, before biting down. Rielle cried out in pain and euphoria before she returned the favour by grinding and arching her back into him. He groaned and desperately raked his hands all over her body as if to rip her flesh off, crushing her close against him and his hard length.

Cicero’s loud and broken laugh echoed throughout the house as Rielle the’’ great and powerful’’ Listener broke their contact, shoving him into the dining room, and slamming him onto the table in the middle of the room. She then proceeded to straddle him in her undergarments. Their frenzied kisses become deeper as their tongues explore each other’s mouths, and they hurriedly pulled at each other’s clothing. He groaned as her breasts were freed from her thin tunic, his hands kneading them gently before sliding his bare fingers down her abdomen. Likewise she raked her fingernails down his chest leaving a trail of hot kisses, and stinging scratches. His mouth eagerly tasted her pale flesh, which was becoming raw and bruised from their rough caresses.

As he gasped and attempted to grab her bruised wrists, Rielle unsheathed a small dagger from its case, which had been lying beside her on the table. Cicero shivered in excitement, as he watched her slide the dagger over her tongue to draw blood. She grinned down at him as a single drop of blood slide from the corner of her mouth and down her slender neck. He tried desperately to crush her closer to him, aiming to bite her lips again and taste that tantalizing drop, but she shoved him back down with a growl. She forced him to watch as she ran the dagger downwards, over her breasts and abdominals, a thin red line forming, a scarlet trail which Cicero watched feverishly, and eagerly.  She bites her lower lip, and her eyelids drooped with pleasure.

“Listener...” Cicero moaned grinding up against her still in his britches, whilst she still had her underclothes on. Suddenly Rielle’s eyes snapped downwards to his. She grinned slowly as she brought the dagger down his torso. Cicero moaned and writhed as the angry trail the dagger made, served to further arouse him. Cicero had often wondered what it would feel like for her dagger to slide deliciously over his excited flesh, after he had seen her send so many to the Void with that same dagger....he was jealous of those who had been so intimately close to her in their last moments.  But now...the listener-his thoughts became a jumbled, dishevelled mess as he felt his listeners hand slide inside his pants and stroke his length. He sucked in a sharp breath, the unstoppable giggling bubbling up in his throat until it was cut short by her torturous ministrations. She loomed over him as she continued to stroke him, her lips attacking his neck and collarbone, before tending to the fresh wound running down his chest. She was so close...His hands tore at her undergarment and threw the offending fabric somewhere with the rest of their clothes. Likewise she pulled his jesters pants off, discarding them on the floor. They made eye contact, both their eyes flashing eerily red. He gripped the bare flesh of her backside, spreading her, before teasing her with prods of his member against her entrance. She moaned lewdly as she licked her bloodied hand lasciviously, before running both her hands down her breasts and waist.

“My Listener...my Rielle.” Cicero whispered, her name rolled off his tongue like sweet poison.  She shivered with want her fingers twining in his red-blood hair. Her thighs were slick with his blood as he slide inside her. Then he slowly started moving. She gasped and writhed in his grasp, thrusting her hips back onto his. He arched his hips lifting them both off the table, then slamming them back down. Rielle screamed as delicious nerves were stimulated and she tightened around him. He laughed breathlessly as he did it again. She rode him, gasping the whole time, her face flushed, and her dark hair wild. The listener was so lovely...so utterly undone...she was Cicero’s and nobody else’s. His thrusts became more erratic and desperate as he felt her walls closing around him. She moaned like she was in pain when she came, collapsing on top of him and digging her nails into his chest. He cried out as he roughly buried himself inside her, continuing to take her, riding out their orgasms. Suddenly there was a loud crack and snap as the table legs gave way underneath them, bruising Cicero's back before he quickly rolled them onto the floor. This time Rielle laughed wickedly as he rolled on top of her, changing their positions. The blood had dried on her face, and when she smiled Cicero was reminded of a female sabre cat after a fresh kill, blood coating her maw. Rielle traced one delicate finger across his jaw before pulling him in with a savage kiss.

Cicero slid his fingers inside her, slowly working her sensitive flesh towards a new wave of arousal. She hissed like a she-snake and dug her finger-nails into his shoulders, pressing herself closer to him. Their tongues battled for dominance as Cicero felt himself harden again; her soft skin rubbing against his was enough to drive him murderous with lust. Groaning with the pressure building up within him, Cicero slid inside her again...thrusting mercilessly to a frantic rhythm.

Rielle’s back scraped painfully against the stone floor as Cicero’s full weight pressed down on her. He gave a rough delirious chuckle as Rielle’s cries of pain and pleasure echoed throughout the halls in her house, Cicero enjoying them thoroughly.  She was making all sorts of lewd noises, her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers twined harshly in his hair. Rielle felt thrilled and highly intoxicated by his touch, she vaguely felt the hunger of Namira stir inside her...tempting her to just EAT him.

“Cicero....” She moaned in his ear, her voice heavy with desire and malice, right before sinking her blunt teeth into his neck as she orgasmed. Again. He cried out in excitement, his body twitching and trembling as he finished. They lay breathless on the stone floor, Cicero collapsing on top of her small body, immediately feeling the strong hammering of her heart.

“I wonder if perhaps...we could move somewhere more comfortable.” Rielle murmured in Cicero’s neck, her warm breath soothing the mark she had left there. His body shook with mirth, which sent new sparks of desire through Rielle as their bodies were still connected.

“...I take it the bed is sturdier Listener?”

 The ring on Cicero’s index finger throbbed blood-red.