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Chapter 12 -- Daedric Worship
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Having Dawnbreaker in my possession urged something from within. I was already bound to Nocturnal, knowing my soul would be one with the Ebonmere upon my death. Did that disappoint me? Did I dream of Sovngrade above all? To be honest, not really. Let's face facts. I'd joined the Fighter's Guild because I almost died, and saw an escape. But I had enjoyed being a thief, and I was definitely enjoying it now. I'd been on adventures of which I'd never imagined, met and bedded some gorgeous women, and I was now rather rich.
But I became ever more aware of shrines across Skyrim to the Daedra. And if that was the case, would we find ourselves in possession of more artefacts such as Dawnbreaker? Why should the Guild, or even myself, own them? Wield them? Have them in our possession as treasures?
I sat down with Karliah one evening at my dining table, having invited her around for dinner, primarily to speak with her about these artefacts. She was surprised that I was so interested, and that I was so willing to go after Daedric artefacts, considering many were considered either cursed, or having to sell your soul to the Deadric prince themselves.
"Well, haven't we already done that with Nocturnal?" I retorted gently, "So I guess we'll just leave it to them to sort it out."
"Ragnar, are you sure you want to head down this road? It's a dark path you are considering, fraught with danger, your very soul at stake. These are powerful beings you are willing to deal with."
"The prizes at the end might just be worth the risk. Dawnbreaker is a thing of unreal beauty, Karliah. And there must be more examples out there just like it. I will admit that I want to see what we could possibly gain, not just for ourselves, but the Guild."
Karliah asked me for a map, so after clearing our plates, I poured us a cup of wine each as we sat close together, deciding what targets we could hit. She mentioned a Shrine of Azura, which I vaguely remembered seeing near Winterhold, though the weather had been awful while I was in the area each time. Karliah added further that Azura is considered a 'good' god by her people, and had been a worshipper herself before turning to Nocturnal.
She mentioned a Shrine to Peryite, a Daedra I'd never heard of, but according to her memory, there was a shrine near the village of Karthwasten. There was a Shrine to Mehrunes Dagon near the mining village of Stonehills, but even Karliah warned me about even thinking of doing anything for him. "You will be fine with most other Daedric Princes, Ragnar. Sure, they'll exact some sort of price for a boon, but Mehrunes Dagon is not someone to be trifled with."
"Why are you so worried about him?"
She laughed, at me more than anything. I didn't mind, as I loved her laugh. "Do you not know anything about the Oblivion Crisis, Ragnar? The dragon statue in what was once the Temple of the One? You grew up in the Imperial City!"
Shrugging, I replied, "I know of the statue but never gave it much thought. As for the Oblivion Crisis, I know the Septim dynasty ended then but not much else."
She said nothing for a moment, instead leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Never mind, it's not that important. But what is important is that we be very careful obtaining any of these artefacts. Yes, the Guild will benefit from having them in our possession, but as I said, just remember the price it may cost you and us."
"Anyone would think you cared, Karliah."
She gave me a gentle shove. "I care about the Guild, Ragnar. But I care about your welfare even more. You're the best thing to happen to the Guild in years. None of us can afford to lose you so quickly."
I kissed her. I kissed her hard, Karliah immediately opening her mouth, accepting my tongue. Rolling up the map with one hand, I quickly stood her up and sat her down the table, pulling at the buttons of her dress, feeling her shuffle so she could lift it up from under her arse and eventually take it off. Now dressed in only panties, as the dress she was wearing meant she didn't need a bra, I ran my hands over her soft skin as we continued to make out, Karliah pulling me into her body as she shuffled to the end of the table. She would have felt something hard press into her.
Moving my lips from her mouth, I kissed down her neck, feeling her gasp as I gave her a couple of gentle bites, nothing to leave a mark, but the sound she made was certainly appreciative, moving down past her collarbone before she leaned back to I could focus some attention on her breasts. Her nipples already hard, I had some fun with those, giving those a gentle bite too, hearing her suck a breath through her teeth as she ran her hands through my hair, holding my head in place for a moment.
Carrying on down her body, I kissed down her stomach until I reached the top of her panties, taking a moment to remove those with my teeth before she laid back on her forearms, her legs spread, her sex glistening in the candlelight, her chest rising and falling in her excitement.
I devoured her with my mouth, hearing her cry out as my tongue teased her, feeling her press down into my mouth, wanting even more. Wrapping my arms around a thigh each, I kept her in place as I ate her out like a man on death row, enjoying his last meal. Gods, she tasted marvellous. I loved going down on any woman I was intimate with, but there was something about that warm Dunmer pussy that I couldn't get enough of.
I'm not sure what it was, perhaps it was the fact I was so in control, but apart from some deep breathing, a few moans, and mentions of my name, Karliah was already on the verge of having quite the climax. Stopping for a moment, I stood back, put my hands on the backs of her legs and pushed those wide and back, opening her up completely, before lowering my mouth again, looking up to see Karliah watching me.
"Soon as I cum, you're fucking me," she breathed.
Switching my attention to her clit, I slid a couple of fingers inside her, and she was now putty in my paws. Her back arched and she cried out, knowing she was now getting close, her hand now gripping my hair tightly. "Don't fucking stop!" she cried.
Like that was going to happen. I wanted her to cum, and I wanted her to cum hard. Her body was now writhing, bucking slightly as I attacked her clit and fucked her hard with my fingers, ensuring I was hitting the right spot. It was simply too much, and I once I felt her start to squeeze my fingers, I knew she was on the verge.
"Ragnar!" she cried out as she climaxed. I didn't stop what I was doing, not until I felt her hand release my hair and for her to collapse back on the table, asking me to stop for a moment.
Lifting myself up, I looked down at Karliah, lying across my dining table, her chest rising up and down, her legs spread, sex glistening from what we'd just done. Unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, I pulled her forward and slid my cock inside her. I wasn't going to last long at all. She cried out as I did, lifting herself up on her forearms again, begging for me to fuck her.
I didn't last too long, not that it mattered. She managed to sit herself up, holding onto my shoulders, so she could kiss me, sliding her arse forward so I could properly start to fuck her. Once we started to resume making out, feeling her legs wrap around me, there was no chance I was going to last long at all. So I enjoyed it while I could.
"Karliah," I breathed.
She just kissed me again as I buried myself inside her a few more times until I finally climaxed. I groaned loudly as I did, feeling my legs go weak as she fell backwards, collapsing on top of her, just stopping myself in time by lowering a forearm. I felt her soft kisses on my forehead and cheeks as I managed to regain some thought processes.
"What brought that on?" she asked a few minutes later, "Something I said?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Plus, the idea of fucking you was on my mind at the time."
That made her laugh as I stood up, helping her sit up. Still hard inside her, though softening, we shared a soft kiss as she threw her arms around my neck. "I was only being honest," she said quietly, "Everything you've done for me, Ragnar. Everything... It's no wonder I'm here like this with you."
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tight, stroking her hair, her head resting on my chest. "I was only doing the right thing. I haven't always done that in my life."
"Plus you wanted to get in my panties, Ragnar."
"That may have crossed my mind from time to time." She scoffed at that. "Are you complaining?"
"Not at all. Just stating a fact."
I carried her upstairs where, after I undressed, we continued our intimacy the rest of the night. Karliah loved nothing more than straddling and riding me for as long as she could last, and there's perhaps nothing sexier than a fit Dunmer thief impaled on your cock, bouncing and riding away to one climax after another. If it wasn't that, she liked me being in control when on her hands and knees. Considering her arse was practically perfect to look at, I definitely enjoyed that position too.
Once our appetites were sated, at least a couple of hours later, she slept in my arms, murmuring how much she enjoyed our relationship. I just let her know that I cared for her as well, remembering her last words prior to starting our fuck session. I saw her smile in the candlelight before I blew it out so we could both sleep.
Wandering into the Flagon together the next morning, Delvin, Vex and Brynjolf looked at us and laughed. No doubt Karliah looked rather content with life, and I probably looked smug as fuck. Can you blame me? They've all seen Karliah now, and would certainly understand my attraction. Sitting down at the same table, we declined the offer of a drink.