Chapter 9 - Rise of the Guild
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Though I was leader in name, Brynjolf pulled me aside and said he'd rather not announce it until he had word from across Skyrim that the Guild was present. I agreed, suggesting that only when the Guild was back at full strength would I have proven worthy of the position. I did suggest that he or Karliah would still be the better choice. Brynjolf just retorted, suggesting in return that I was being overly modest.
Not one to just sit back and take the plaudits, I was immediately in Brynjolf's and Delvin's ears about jobs. While I could easily just turn up in a city and go on the rob, I preferred specific, high value targets, the sort that either had a specific buyer or at least something that could be fenced that would be a nice little earner.
The first job I was given had me complaining to Brynjolf about the fact it was too damned easy. Break into Dragonsreach in Whiterun, forge a ledger and steal a letter. Hardly bloody difficult. Delvin cracked up laughing as I demanded something a little more taxing on my skills, thinking I was nuts. "Most thieves want easy scores," he said.
"Others might, but I like that hint of danger."
Delvin gave me another job a week later, this time in Solitude. Knowing I'd be gone for quite a while, I thought I'd invite someone along for company. I asked Haelga first, figuring we might even be able to make it a little romantic. But she had two reasons why she couldn't come. One, Svana just couldn't run the Bunkhouse alone, which I understood. And, two, she was a vehement Stormcloak supporter and wouldn't feel comfortable being in the still loyal to the Empire capital of Skyrim. I knew she was a supporter, it was a topic we never really discussed, but didn't think she was that supportive. I didn't mind, and accepted.
So I asked Karliah if she'd like to go. She wasn't up to much herself so accepted. We wouldn't need too many supplies for the two-day journey, though agreed we'd avoid Whiterun and simply camp on the way to Solitude. Other than that, I suggested we simply book a room at the inn when we arrived and go from there. We packed our Nightingale armour away, agreeing to only wear that when actually on the job, otherwise we'd wear regular armour covered by a warm coat.
Normally I would have spent the night before leaving on such a journey with Haelga, but I had received a dinner invitation from Maven, to join her and her daughter. I accepted, believing a refusal would have offended her. When I told Haelga, she didn't know whether to laugh or not, figuring I was a lamb to the wolves. I smirked, retorting that she must underestimate me. She thought I'd taken offense, assuring her I hadn't, admitting it would be an interesting experience.
Maven and Ingun had apparently cooked dinner and certainly put on a smorgasbord of food on the table, allied with a choice of a few wines and even some brandy if so chose. Ingun had made sure she sat next to me, as close as possible, and her hand was soon caressing my thigh. Maven noticed, of course, though didn't mention it, simply engaging me in conversation about what I was up to. By now, Ingun had a very good idea of what I did, and while I never openly admitted it, she didn't seem to care. Pretty much the only thing she warned me not to do was get caught.
After dinner, we retired to the sitting room by the fire, where I found myself in between mother and daughter. I was thinking this could go horribly wrong, or go in a direction completely unexpected, and a little weird. Thankfully, while Maven had made her intentions clear earlier, she was simply enjoying some light flirting with me, which still felt a little strange, as I knew she was usually an absolute ball breaker. Hearing her giggle at one or two of my jokes had me exchanging glances with Ingun, who looked utterly dumbfounded in her change in demeanour.
Maven eventually headed to bed before Ingun and I, and let me know what she would be doing upstairs once she was alone. She wasn't as quiet as she thought as I know Ingun heard every word, before she disappeared upstairs.
"So mother likes you too?" Ingun asked once we were alone.
"It appears she does."
"Understandable, but I have to say, that was weird to see. Mother does not giggle, nor flirt so outrageously. And she definitely does not admit to masturbating to another man while her daughter sits next to him!"
"Well, it was either pleasure herself or make an awkward suggestion." Ingun pulled a face which had me crack up with laughter. "I thought it would get the reaction. I'm thankful she didn't suggest it."
"Would you, though?"
"Would I what?"
"Would you fuck my mother? Would you actually have the balls, and I mean that figuratively and literally, to fuck Maven Black-Briar?"
"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I mean, she's an older version of you. And it's weird seeing her act in such a way. But, to be honest, probably not. Though I don't like leading her on either." Meeting her eyes, I asked, "What would you think?"
"It would be weird if I could sit there with mother comparing our lover. But I also understand why. She must get lonely. She's been a widower for a long time now."
Thankfully we agreed to move the topic of conversation on to something different, and after finishing the glass of wine, we headed downstairs to her bedroom. It had been a long time since we'd been intimate, and Ingun was very, very eager to please, and desperate for me to slide my cock inside her. I would normally have enjoyed going down on her, but once we were naked, she got down on all fours on the floor, thankfully covered by a nice thick rug, and begged for me to just fuck her.
Seeing her in such a position, her arse up in the air, her pussy wet and ready, I willingly obliged her. If someone had walked in, we'd have looked like a pair of animals rutting, as she had her head on the ground, arse raised as high as possible as I crouched over her, ramming my cock into her. She was loving it, moaning my name or other things not particularly intelligible, and constantly asking for it to be harder and faster.
I had a feeling she was trying to prove something to me too, but she needn't have worried. I remembered our first time rather fondly, and had simply been waiting for another opportunity to be intimate with her. But I wasn't going to complain about the completely submissive attitude she'd taken so far, but it wasn't something I expected nor wanted. Well, except for Haelga, but we were still exploring that aspect of our sex life...
Ingun eventually took a load inside her, which satisfied her completely, both of us collapsing to the ground once I pulled out. She shuffled across and threw a hand across my chest. "Gods, I needed that," she murmured.
