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warnings!~ smut (obviously lmao its in the title) and i do not own the art!
My feet are killing me.
I walk into the Dawnstar Sanctuary after coming back from a contract. I was sent to Solitude to kill some noble at a ball. In order to get in, I had to look the part and wear a dress and heels. And I absolutely HATE wearing both. Plus, the guy I was trying to kill had a pocket knife on him, and he cut my side pretty badly, but I was too tired to care.
It was late and rather quiet in the Sanctuary. I yawned. Usually Cicero will greet me as I come in. But for some reason he didn't.
I guess he must have went to bed already.
Sighing, I took my heels off and walked to my quarters. The walk felt way longer than it should've. The second I was in my room, I fell onto the bed. I meant to get back up and take my dress off, but sleep consumed me too quickly.
*An hour later*
"Listener? Lissssstenerrrrrrrr?"
I groaned as I turned on my other side. Facing away from whoever was interrupting my sleep. I also winced slightly as my wound moved in my tight dress.
"Listener, no! You need to wake up!"
I turned back around to see Cicero with a grin on his face.
"Listener, Cicero went out for a walk and he came home to a blood trail leading straight to you! You need to get up so Cicero can take care of it before it gets infected," he said as he crossed his arms. I stood up with the help of Cicero.
"Cicero loves this dress on you, Listener. It somehow looks better with your blood on it." He said as he turned me around so he could undo the straps in the back of my dress.
"It's not just my blood." I responded.
"Even better." He grinned.
Once finished undoing the straps, the dress fell off me. I immediately felt way too exposed and Cicero seemed to sense that.
"Your body is beautiful, Y/N. Don't be ashamed of it. Now lay down do I can fix that nasty cut."
What the hell did he just say?! He even said my real name!
I listened to him and laid back down on my right side, facing away from him so he could patch up my left side. He cleaned my wound and thankfully it didn't need stitches. He asked me to stand up again so he could wrap the bandage around my stomach. I blushed.
I normally don't get nervous about men seeing my body, or anyone for that matter. But with Cicero it was different. His hands were carefully touching my body as he circled the bandage around me. I know I shouldn't, but he was making me slightly turned on. And that made me even more embarrassed. And I was still technically covered due to my undergarments!
He finished covering my wound and stood in front of me. I felt extremely awkward.
"Where do you keep your night clothes?" He asked.
"Oh uh, I don't have night clothes." I lied. I did have some. They were just dirty and I also wanted to do other things after he left.
"Why not?"
"I prefer to sleep with almost nothing on." That's not a complete lie, I really don't like to sleep with clothes on.
"Here," he said has he took his jester top off, "Wear this to keep warm."
Holy hell. Its hard not to stare.
"Cicero, you don't have to-" I was cut off as his finger went up to my mouth.
"Cicero can see you shivering from here, Listener! I won't let you freeze." He said with a smile.
I smiled back and put the top on. I instantly felt better and less shaky, although that was due from being nervous. I climbed in bed and got under the covers. I was about to thank him, until he began speaking,
"Listener, would you mind if Cicero slept here tonight?" He asked.
"Uh, sure. Why not?" I said and smiled at him.
"Oh thank you, Listener!" He said as he skipped over to the other side of the bed. I felt the bed dip and I turned my head to face him.
"Goodnight, Cicero. Thank you."
"Goodnight, Listener."
About thirty minutes later, I was still awake. I was trying to sleep, but I was still turned on, and I needed relief.
I looked over at Cicero. His face looked asleep, and I really hoped he was. It would be awful if he witnessed what was about to happen.
I slowly got on my back and open my legs slightly, not wanting to touch him. Then I carefully slid my hand under the covers and into my panties, circling my clit. I put the top of Cicero's shirt in my mouth to try to prevent any noise. My hips bucked up and I let out a quiet groan. Suddenly I felt the other side of the bed move and a hand on my wrist, stopping my actions.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Oh shit!
"N-Nothing!" I stuttered.
"Oh really? Then why is your hand doing this?" He said as he shoved my hand away and started playing with my clit. I let out a moan.
"You got turned on while Cicero was patching you up, didn't you?" He asked.
"Y-yes!"
He shook his head, "That's very naughty, Y/N. But don't worry, Cicero will take care of you." He said as he disappeared under the covers. He forced my legs apart and ripped my panties off. Then I felt his warm tongue on my clit. My hips tried to buck up, but he put both of his hands on my hips, forcing me open for him. The pleasure was amazing, and I was getting very close very fast.
I tried to warn him, but all that came out was a wimper. He seemed to understand, as he had let out a moan. The vibrations sent me over the edge. I was letting out loud moans as he slowed down until I was finished, then he pulled away. He came up from underneath the covers, towering over me.
"You taste delicious, Y/N." He said while looking directly into my eyes. I looked away out of embarrassment, but he grabbed my chin with his hand. He leaned forward so that his mouth was right next to my ear.
"I hope you're ready for one more." He said shortly before getting up to take the rest of his clothes off. He climbed over top of me again.
"Cicero would take you in a different position, but he doesn't want to hurt your wound." He said as I smiled in response.
He removed the covers from us and lined himself up with my entrance. He slowly went forward until he was all the way in and we both groaned. He looked at me to make sure I was okay, and after seeing that I was, he started a pace. It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either.
"C-Cicero?"
"Mmm?"
"Can you go faster?"
He smirked at me before picking up the pace. I started moaning even louder, and he let out groan that sent shivers down my spine.
I was starting to get really close, and it seemed he was too. Cicero's head was leaned back for a while. I hit my release pretty hard and that triggered his release. He buried his head in my neck and let out the sexiest moan I've ever heard. Afterwards, we both lay there for a moment as we tried to catch our breath. He slid out and fell onto the other side of the bed. Then he reached down to grab the covers and put them over us.
As we cuddled up next to each other, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead before letting us drift off to sleep.
Let's just say, we were the talk of the Sanctuary the next day.
