Chapter 26 Irileth:
I followed Irileth up the stairs, our boots thudding softly against the stone as we ascended to the upper floors of Dragonsreach. She was silent, her face unreadable, her sword tapped against her greave with every step.
We reached the upper floor and stepped out onto the overlook. From here I could see half of Whiterun, the Cloud District was clear as day, but the Plains not so much, as it was hidden behind the Cloud.
I let out a low whistle and leaned on the railing. "Hard to believe they were all hiding indoors just moments ago," I said with a smirk. "I'm surprised they didn't run outside and wrestle the dragon to the ground."
Irileth snorted faintly. "Honestly, I'm just as surprised as you are." She crossed her arms. Her gaze drifted over the city. "They're brave, but there's a thin line between courage and stupidity. And Nords like to walk it barefoot."
I chuckled. "You say that like you weren't there with your blade drawn."
That earned me a sideways look, but no reply.
We turned from the overlook in silence, and Irileth led the way down a quiet corridor. Her pace was steady, but her steps were reluctant, as if she wasn't sure she wanted to reach the destination.
We soon stood in front of a room, and she opened it with a flick of the wrist and stepped aside, gesturing me in.
The room was dimly lit, the scent of oils and oiled leather faint in the air. A sparse space, but lived-in. Armor pieces rested on the wooden rack in the corner, a half-folded cloak draped over the back of a chair. A long sword leaned against the wall.
As I stepped into the room, my armor shimmered, deconstructing into light and fading my body in a blink. I equipped my casual clothes, a white, soft linen shirt, and black pants.
Irileth's brow lifted slightly at the change. I didn't miss the way her gaze lingered a second too long; her legs moved.
I turned to her, "Aren't you going to ask me how I came back from the dead?"
Her mouth twitched, and a flicker of curiosity ignited in her. As her steps came to a halt. "I figured you wanted that kept a secret," she replied.
I leaned against the wall beside the bed, arms folded in front. "Or maybe… You didn't want to hear the answer."
A flicker of something crossed her face, however, it wasn't curiosity this time, but… Annoyance.
I tilted my head. "Are you upset?
She blinked at me. "What?"
"Or envious," I said, voice smooth, only to her annoyance, "That I'm a Dragonborn."
Irileth scoffed, looking away. "I don't even know what a Dragonborn is. Why would I envy you?"
But I saw it then, clearer than before. That slight downturn at the corners of her mouth. The way her gaze avoided mine for the first time since I met her.
I pushed off the wall and took a step forward. "Why are you so tense?"
Her eyes flicked back to mine, sharp and offensive, but she said nothing.
I stepped closer.
And she stepped back.
Another step, and her back pressed gently against the closed door.
The silence grew thick between us. I placed my hand beside her head, leaning in, my lips almost touching her pointed ear.
"Why did you bring me to your room?" I whispered, and her ear twitched as the hot breath touched it.
I leaned back to look at her. She stared at me, her lips pursed, not letting a word escape.
None of us spoke. What a wimp
I leaned again, placing my lips to hers, and she finally opened her mouth, not to speak, but to wrestle.
Her lips parted and clashed with mine with a wildness I had only seen once, she was a mer through and through. Her tongue pressed forward aggressively, I clashed with the same energy.
My hand reached her hip, removing her armor with the same shimmer as before, my fingers dug into her soft flesh, as our mouths fought for dominance.
She moaned in my mouth, low and meek, her body grinding against mine. I removed my clothes as well, leaving us naked, like Adam and Eve, with no shame. We had yet to bite the apple.
Mmmm~
Her body brushed against mine. I ran a hand down her side, feeling the ridges of scars that covered her ashen skin.
My palm slid over her toned stomach, smooth, firm, every inch of her shaped by years spent on the battlefield. She gasped at my touch, a tremble racing across her skin. I pulled her tighter, one leg sliding beneath hers as I pinned her harder against the door.
Nnng~
Her breath caught, her full lips parting, her crimson eyes wide, those deep, void-dark orbs flickering with a mix of worry and desire. The angular sharpness of her face only made her beauty more alluring.
I kissed down her jaw, to her neck, to the soft skin just below her ear. She twitched and gasped as my tongue slicked her lobe, her pointed ear so sensitive it almost buckled her knees.
Hnng~
"You like that," I murmured.
"Sh-shut up," she rasped, breathless.
I chuckled ot myself, a smirk playing on my lips. I bit her ear, lightly, then licked the bite. Her knees did buckle then, just slightly, just enough that I had to catch her. She recovered fast, shoving me back toward the bed.
I let her have the moment.
Before she could move, realization hit her as she looked down at herself, completely naked. So he wasn't lying in the armory?
I admired her from the bed, finally getting the full view of her. Her body was a contradiction, wiry strength and delicate angles. Her abs were sculpted, a perfect trail leading to her light bush, hiding her slit.
Her breasts were small but firm, her nipples already hard from the cool air and lingering breath.
By the time she looked back at the bed she had pushed me on, I was already standing in front of her.
Without a warning, I took her nipple into my mouth, she gasped at the teasing of my teeth and tongue, whilst my hand gripped the other breast firmly, massaging until it molded to my palm. Her back hit the wall again, her hips jerking against mine. Her fingers curled in my hair, tugging hard.
I grinned against her skin. "Aren't you enjoying this a bit much?"
"You're too good at this," she moaned, biting her lip a moment later, as if surprised by her own words.
Mmmh~
I lifted her in one fluid motion, carrying her to the bed. She didn't resist, not even a little. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms clung to my shoulders like I'd leave if she let go.
I laid her down, her scarlet hair fanned over the sheets like moonlight on dark stone. I climbed over her, kissing her again, slower this time, savoring the twitch of her stomach when I brushed my fingers over it.
She looked up at me then, breathless, her eyes still burning, but something had shifted. Her lips parted.
"...Be gentle," she said.
I blinked at the familiar words, Gerdur
Her voice was quiet, barely audible above the sound of her breathing, "I-I"
Her dark red eyes, matching the scarlet hair behind her, searched mine, or more clearly, for my answer.
For a moment, I simply looked down at her, a hardened blade of a woman, stripped of her armor and pride. It was intoxicating, more so when I had done it to Gerdur.
Not the best time to think of other women, especially whom I'd just broken up with this morning. I thought as my attention returned to her.
I cleared my thoughts, "Relax," I murmured, brushing a thumb across her cheekbone. "I'll guide you."
Her lips trembled beneath mine as I kissed her again, slower and deeper.
My fingers slid down her side, memorizing every contour of her ashen skin, every twitch of muscle under my touch. I kissed her throat, her collarbone, the curve of her breast, feeling her body shiver in waves beneath each kiss. I hovered above her hip, letting my breath tease her skin as she arched beneath me.
"Eyes on me," I said, gently turning her face back. "I want you to feel everything."
Her breath caught again as I slid my hand between her legs.
She gasped—sharp, as I touched her there, soft and slow. My fingers moved in careful circles, leaning the shape of her, the pace she likes. Her hips moved, and her moan, small at first, shifted quickly.
Aaahn—!
"Irileth," I whispered.
"I… I'm fine," she breathed, letting me know I could go faster and harder. Her body was writhing, her hands clinging to the sheets like they were the only things keeping her grounded.
I kissed her stomach, her hipbones, her inner thighs. She jolted when my tongue followed, a breathless, "Darius—" slipping out of her mouth.
Hnnn~
When I rose again, her thighs were damp, her slit wet and trembling. She was ready.
I positioned myself between her thighs and pressed just enough to let her feel it; her eyes widened. Her body tensed.
"Relax," I murmured, lips against her forehead. "I'm right here."
And she did, her breath eased, her grip on my forearm was tight. Her legs wrapped around me again, this time more cautious than desperate. I pushed forward, just an inch, then paused, letting her adjust.
Haa~
She whimpered as I moved, "You're doing perfectly," I said, and kissed her temple. I went an inch further, and another moan escaped her, longer this time, her voice breathy and sweet.
When I was fully inside her, as much as I could, she was shaking, but not from fear.
"Move," she whispered.
I did, barely. The slowest thrust I could manage, she gasped, like she'd been hit, then gasped again when I pulled back.
Her fingers dug into my arms as I continued to repeat the motion, letting her feel every part of it, molding her inside to my shape, marking her at the deepest of layers.
And I heard it, "Faster," she panted. I wanted it to hear it so bad, I needed to claim her.
"Not yet," I said, biting her neck softly. "Feel it."
Another slow thrust. She moaned louder now, her voice no longer shy.
"Please—"
"What do you want?"
She hesitated.
"Say it Irileth."
"Go faster," she breathed. "Fuck me."
I obliged, my pace picked up, steady, rhythmic. The sound of bodies echoes softly in the chamber. Her moans rose with every thrust, her restraint unraveling with every slap of flesh against flesh.
She was panting now, her nails raking my back, her teeth biting her own lip so hard, I had to stop her.
I caught her chin with my free hand. "Don't be quiet," I growled. "Let me hear you."
Then I slammed into her.
She cried out, high and raw. And again, when I did it twice in rapid succession, her legs locked around my back, her inside gripping me tighter, pulling me in.
"Harder," she begged.
The bed creaked beneath us. Her gasps turned to cries, sharp and rhythmic with each deep thrust. Her skin was slick, her hair stuck to her forehead, her eyes glazed with something feral.
I watched her expression shift across her face—surprise, hunger, desperation, bliss.
Gods—Darius—
I gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, the other holding her waist down as I pounded into her. Her breath left her ragged bursts, her cries echoing off the stone wall like music.
Her body tensed beneath mine, hips arching wildly.
"Don't stop," she begged, "Don't—"
She shattered.
I felt it, her walls clenched around me, spasming as she cried out, her body convulsing beneath mine in the anguish and bliss of first release. She kept moving even then, desperate and needy.
How could I say no to that?
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