Author's Note: This (short) story contains very minor spoilers for the game
Skyrim
, specifically for the Blackreach area. Given the nature of the game and that everyone's experience is different, I've tried to be as broad as possible in my description of the Dragonborn – the main focus here is really Lydia.
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They had been questing for what felt like days now, searching first through the ruins of Alftand and now deep in the caverns of Blackreach. When they'd first entered the lost Dwemer ruins, Lydia had murmured something about having never seen anything quite like it before, and the Dragonborn admitted that he had to agree with her.
Glowing spores floated on the wind like celestial fireflies, dropped by the immense phosphorescent fungi that hovered over the cavern. The giant mushrooms swayed on the eddying air currents, looking like jellyfish drifting amongst a coral reef, or dandelions dancing on the summer's wind.
A great sense of calm fell over the Dragonborn just from being in this place. True, they had found it infested by beastly warriors, but after they'd done the short job of ridding the cave of all the Falmer nesting in it, it felt like the safest place in all of Skyrim. If it weren't for his quest and all the people counting on him, he could have very easily spent a great deal of time in this place – as it was, he would have to settle for a single night.
He couldn't have hoped to find a better companion to spend it with, however, than Lydia. They'd been on many adventures together since Jarl Balgruuf had named him as a Thane and appointed her as his Housecarl, and in that time the Dragonborn had grown very fond of his loyal retainer.
Her dedication was unwavering – she was as brave and true as she was beautiful. Her olive skin, her full lips, the body she kept hidden beneath mammoth furs and steel armour...all of it combined in the Dragonborn's mind to create a picture of feminine perfection that was absolutely entrancing.
He was still uncertain, however, as to what her feelings were towards him. She let very little slip from behind her stoic facade, other than the sarcastic bite she offered whenever he asked to trade something with her.
Whatever he may feel for Lydia, however, he knew he had to cast it out of his mind. They needed to focus on tasks more immediately at hand, such as setting up camp for the night.
They had chosen a spot near the entrance to Blackreach, in a corner of the cavern by the alchemist Sinderion's field laboratory. The ground was flat and even, leading to a crystal blue pool and the misty waterfalls that filled it. The water was sweet to the taste and should keep their skins filled for several days.
They set out their bedrolls beside a crop of geode rocks that glowed a spectral blue – the same shade as the fungi that illuminated the darkness. Nirnroot sang its unique tune in the distance. The Dragonborn made a mental note to search it out after they had rested.
It was as the Dragonborn was starting a fire for the evening that Lydia approached him.
"By your leave, my Thane..." She said, her head bowed. At first he was unsure of her meaning, though with her body half-turned to the water he eventually puzzled it out; she intended to bathe, should he excuse her to do so.
"Of course." The Dragonborn said. Their travels had left the both of them caked in dirt and blood and he perfectly understood her desire to clean off.
Lydia, however, didn't move. She simply stared at her Thane with those piercing eyes of hers, her expression as inscrutable as ever.
"Oh..." He said, realisation dawning on him once more. "My apologies."
He turned his back, allowing her to shed herself of her apparel. Her heavy armour thumped on the ground as she pulled it loose. It was all the Dragonborn could do to keep himself from stealing a glance.
The last of the armour clanged behind him and then he heard the water splashing, waves curling over on themselves. Turning his head ever so slightly, he saw Lydia swimming into the depths of the pool, reaching the waterfall. She threw her head back as she washed her hair, the water spraying off her face, collecting on her lips to be licked away.
Desire burned inside the Dovahkiin as fire would in the belly of a dragon. There had been many nights, with Lydia watching over him as he slept, that he had dreamed of his Housecarl. A thrill ran through him as he saw for himself that, for all her hardness, she was as soft and fair as any maiden, just as he imagined she would be.
He tried to distract himself with his task, using a flame spell to ignite the campfire, but his eyes and his heart kept drifting back to the beautiful woman washing off her naked body so tantalizingly close to him.
He wondered how he came to be so like a schoolboy suffering from a crush. Had his time in the wilds of Skyrim taught him nothing of fortitude, of the need for a strong will? If he desired Lydia as deeply as he did, surely he needed to do something about it. Fate, after all, waited for no man. Not even the Dragonborn.
Standing now with purpose, he turned toward the pool. Lydia had her back to him, even as he stripped himself free of his armour, throwing it down by the campfire.
Glowing mushroom spores fled before him as he walked towards her. The water was surprisingly warm, swirling around him like a silk robe. It rose to his waist, washing away the mud along with any last doubts of what he was doing.
She had not heard him enter the water over the roar of the falls, but as he drew closer to her she seemed to sense the ripples of someone near. She half-turned towards him, just in time for his chest to brush her back, his hand firm on her shoulder, as he spun her around in a needful kiss.
Her lips tasted of honey, her tongue of wild strawberries. He relished the flavour of her like a man who'd tasted of nothing but bread and water for all his life. Her flesh radiated warmth and all the Dragonborn wanted to do was bask in it.
"My...my Thane?" She asked uncertainly when finally their lips parted.
"Lydia," He whispered warmly in her ear, planting suckling kisses on her lobe and along her neck. "I would have knowledge of you..."
