Expedition

This is a multi-chapter series, based on The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Thanks again to PastMaster for editing, and the good people at Bethesda for providing me with smut fodder. Feel free to leave any feedback, and hope you enjoy!

***

Cresting the hills of Whiterun's rugged terrain, Nadine and Brynjolf followed the path east toward Darkwater Crossing. It was a pleasantly balmy afternoon; the area just out of reach of Skyrim's vast expanses of wintry permafrost, and with the remainder of the day's sun still shining down adamantly. Cantering on horseback along the cobblestone path, they pressed on with purpose, eager to make it there by nightfall.

"So what is it we actually have to pick up?" Nadine asked.

"Ores, mainly. Big bunch of corundum ore - apparently the place is known for it. Something to do with the hot springs nearby."

"Hot springs?"

"Yeah, one of the hidden jewels of Eastmarch. Everyone thinks Skyrim is just a wasteland of ice and snow, but the volcanic rocks and springs are as much a part of her as the tundras or mountains."

Nadine was intrigued, both by the existence of volcanic springs and by the possibility of perhaps getting to bathe in one.

"Damn, I can't believe I hadn't ventured there in my travels."

"Well, there's still time, lass," Brynjolf smiled, his gaze piercing Nadine through. "Maybe if we've got time we could both take a dip."

As Nadine struggled to regain her composure, the pair approached an imposing stone tower, a bridge attaching it to a matching tower at the other side of the river. Scouting, she could spot either soldiers or brigands patrolling the towers and bridge, as well as someone outside the tower they were approaching. As they drew nearer, the figure approached them.

"Alright, lovebirds. This here's a toll bridge, so you'll need to hand over 200 septims to pass," said the robust figure of an Orc woman clad in crude hide armour.

Nadine didn't generally consider herself to be a betting woman, but if she were to wager who was in charge of these towers, she would guess bandits. Pausing for a short moment, she considered the best way to deal with this. Intimidation? Bribery? Bluster? Suddenly, a spark of inspiration struck her, and she took a deep breath.

"Greetings, daughter of Malacath. We'd be happy to pay your toll but perhaps you'd be interested in something far more valuable?" Nadine's voice took on a slightly more powerful, malevolent tone than was her usual, surprising Brynjolf.

The Orsimer's arms stayed folded, but her eyebrow arched. "Like what, exactly?"

Reaching into her knapsack, Nadine retrieved the replica tome she had recently procured. "Oh, nothing really - just a book of Daedric knowledge, with near legendary power and value."

Watching as the Orc's jaw dropped at the sight of the book, Nadine's courage was bolstered.

"If it doesn't interest you, that's fine - we'll just pay our toll to your boss and be on our way. I'm sure they'd

love

to know how they missed out on-"

"No! No, I'm - um, we're interested. We'll take the book," the bandit said, flustered by the linguistic wall Nadine had backed her up against.

"Excellent," Nadine smiled. "Pleasure doing business."

"Yeah, thanks. Be on your way."

***

As soon as the pair were out of earshot of the towers and the bandits guarding them, they erupted in a din of mirth and glee.

"Shor's beard lass, where did that come from?!"

"I've no idea. I just had a moment of thinking 'what do we do?' I wanted to avoid paying the toll, and we couldn't risk going up against Gods knew how many bandits, so I thought about what I might have in my bag that I could

pretend

was valuable, then I remembered. And yes, the irony isn't lost on me."

"Nicely done - a stroke of genius, that one. Colour me impressed. We could use someone like you down in the Thieves Guild," Brynjolf grinned. "Well, maybe without the 'spying on people fucking and getting caught' part."

"Doesn't that make up most of your guildmates?" Nadine countered, still embarrassed but a little more bolstered by her recent triumph and enjoying the banter between them.

"You wound me, Nadine," Brynjolf teased. "They might be filthy perverts but they're professionals.

They

don't get caught in the act."

By the time they reached Darkwater Crossing the sun was setting, corals and lavenders blending together as the remaining light cast a divine glow over the terrain. It was moments like this that Nadine treasured; taking in the beauty of nature and the wondrous landscapes of the land she was exploring. They caught their contact just as she was settling down to eat; an older Nord woman with the same adventurous spark in her eye as Nadine, who handed them a large sack full to the brim with ore from the local mine.

"Job's halfway done, at least," Brynjolf said, "Doubt we'll make it back tonight though, so we should probably find somewhere decent and set up camp."

Retrieving a bottle of Alto Wine from his knapsack, he grinned at Nadine, winking knowingly. "Think we should celebrate that triumph back at the tower first though, eh?"

Nadine looked at him dubiously. "Hmm, I should really have some food first, I've hardly eaten anything." Spotting his widening grin and his hand gesturing toward his crotch, her eyes narrowed. "

That

doesn't count."

"Just as well I picked up some supplies before we left Whiterun, then," Brynjolf replied, pulling out the parcels of food from his bag.

Within minutes, the pair were tucking into an impromptu picnic underneath Skyrim's waning sun - fresh, crusty bread laden with thick slabs of goats cheese and roast beef, parcels of buttery pastry filled with meat and gravy, honey nut treats with slices of sweet red apple. Nadine was in heaven, elated to be surrounded by two of her most favourite things. The volcanic hot springs truly were astounding visually; with its craggy rocks, deep grooves and creep clusters growing all over, it was a league apart from the snow blanketed landscape Skyrim was typically known for. As she sipped her wine she took in more and more of her surroundings, noticing all the different fascinating flora and fauna that existed here.

"So lass," Brynjolf said, voice soft as velvet. "Still up for that dip in the springs?"

The familiar feeling of arousal mixed with nerves shot through Nadine like a thousand tiny lightning bolts. Suddenly, she felt the way she had felt back in the Bannered Mare - yearning for him like nothing she had ever known. Lust overpowering her once more, she grew breathier, struggling to keep herself composed. She could only nod.

"Good girl. Undress."

"

Here?

"

"Was something unclear about what I asked you to do?" came Brynjolf's reply, still soft but more direct in intent.

Nadine's eyes darted round. "What if someone

sees

me?"

"Imagine that," Brynjolf chuckled, enjoying this game. "Don't worry, we're away from any prying eyes, and I'll keep watch. Plus, doesn't that add to the fun?"

Cheeks ablaze, Nadine disrobed as quickly as she could, making a beeline for the nearby spring as soon as she was naked.

Teasing the girl for her eagerness, Brynjolf met her at the side of the pool, feigning hurt at her not waiting for him. "You do want me to join you, don't you?"

Eyes wide, Nadine nodded.

Brynjolf simply smiled and started to undress, calmly and confidently. Setting his armour down on a nearby rock, he took Nadine's hand and guided her gently into the water.

"I don't think you mind this nearly as much as you're letting on, lass. In fact, I think you might enjoy being so bare out in the open. Am I right?"

As the warm water kissed her body, shame burned through her, making her whole body blush. Quietly she acquiesced, and gasped as she felt a finger work its way along the slick lips of her sex, delving deeper inward and seeking out the sensitive pearl that laid between them.

"I'm definitely right," he purred lustily in her ear as he felt her arousal surround his fingers, sliding them into her eager cunt with a primal need and pumping steadily as he kissed along her neck. Feeling her melt underneath his touch already, he used his thumb to graze her clit, now knowing exactly which ways to tease Nadine in order to make her quiver. As the pair locked in a passionate kiss, he felt her sigh and moan into him as he continued to work her over, his fingering and stroking intensifying as her hand wrapped around his cock.

Feeling his hard appendage twitch and throb in her hand, Nadine felt her own desire grow, the sensations seeming more powerful as they pleasured each other simultaneously. Every twitch or moan they made seemed to spur the other on, creating a delicious echo chamber of building tension, fucking each other with their hands. Nadine was overcome with desire and was nearing orgasm, but longed to feel Brynjolf's cock inside her; to feel truly entwined, joined and filled with him. Reluctantly breaking away from their kiss, she whispered breathlessly in his ear, begging him to fuck her.

He was only too happy to oblige, fetching a bottle of something from his satchel and situating himself on top of a stone, now only partially submerged in the water. Pouring the liquid from the vial onto his cock, he massaged it in as Nadine gazed in awe at how his proud member looked, erect and glistening.

"Enjoying the view?" Brynjolf smirked. "If you'd like to do more than just stare, feel free to climb on."

Nadine's skin blazed scarlet as she climbed on top of Brynjolf's lap, feeling the head of his cock slide between her slick labia and probe into her eager opening. Lowering herself onto him gently, she felt him enter her; inch by inch, his hard, thick member filled her tight cunt, feeling overwhelming at first but quickly becoming extremely pleasurable indeed. Her position on top allowed her to leverage exactly how much of her lover she could take, her movements dictating the pace and depth of their fucking. Grinding herself against his strong, rugged lap as she rode his cock, Nadine inched ever closer to release, moaning gutturally between ragged breaths.

"Pleasure yourself for me," Brynjolf purred, "I want to see you get yourself off with my cock inside you."

Having rarely touched herself, never mind in front of a stranger, Nadine was nervous. However, this only mingled with her already heady feelings of excitement, exhibitionism and lust, spurring her to succumb to her more deviant desires. Frantically, she stroked and teased her swollen, aching clit, every touch combining with Brynjolf's thrusts into her cunt and edging her further towards an orgasm of volcanic proportions.

When she came, she came hard; the twin sensations of her fingers strumming against her sensitive clit and her lover's cock pistoning into her mingling to create something greater than the sum of their parts. Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over her as she continued to hump and grind against Brynjolf, her body not knowing whether to fight the shocks of overwhelming intensity or keep riding the current that promised more delicious release. As her bucking subsided, he kissed her deeply, wrapping one hand in her hair as the other grabbed her hip, anchoring his cock firmly within her. His strokes growing more urgent, he thrust ever deeper into Nadine, giving her no quarter.

Feeling her cunt contract around his cock once more as she groaned and writhed on his lap, Brynjolf let his own orgasm topple over him, his cries raw and guttural as he spurted thick ropes of cum deep into the wanton slut. The two drifting back down together, wrapped up in each other and still partially submerged in the hot spring, they continued to kiss passionately and deeply beneath the torchbugs and stars until they could bear to separate.

***

Nadine awoke early the next day, restless and bleary-eyed. Remembering the happenings of the night before, she blushed, feeling a slight pang of embarrassment at her own brazenness.

What had got into her the past few days?

She wasn't sure, but she wasn't entirely regretful that it had happened - both encounters with Brynjolf had been extremely enjoyable, and she was already hungry for more. She couldn't believe that she hadn't discovered the wonders of sex sooner - granted, she was telling the truth when she had said that she hadn't met anyone who had ever interested her in that way, but now that she had, she wanted to delve deeper, to explore further.

While bathing in the hot springs, Nadine allowed her hands to take their time exploring her body, like they had the previous day at the waterfall. Looking around tentatively to make sure there was still nobody around, she let her dominant hand wander down to her soft, tufted mound, gingerly prodding herself at first then probing deeper and revelling in each touch and brush of her fingers. Her other hand toyed with her nipple, enjoying the way it knotted between her fingers as she pinched it, emitting a tiny gasp at just how sensitive the flesh of her breast was. Her dominant hand still busy, she felt the soft, sensitive pearl of her sex between her slick lips - teaching herself exactly how best to manipulate the tender button in order to please herself correctly. Once she was sure she had perfected this motion, she let her fingers slide further south, working them into her tight cunt, her thumb continuing where her other digits had previously been. Furiously and hungrily she fucked herself with her fingers, grinding against herself, back arching and knees buckling against the force of her self-induced pleasure. Rising and falling erratically as Nadine learned her own body and how best to pleasure it, she was eventually overcome with an especially intense orgasm, having to bite down on her own fist to stop from crying out in ecstasy.

By the time Brynjolf stirred, Nadine had bathed, dressed and packed her horse, and sat eating her breakfast by the side of the springs.

"Morning, lass," he called groggily. "You always this bright and early?"

"Depends," she replied, chomping on an apple, "But generally I do like to get a move on when I've got a job to do."

"Just thought you might've been worn out after last night," he shot back, grinning cockily as ever.

"Very bloody funny, Brynjolf," Nadine responded, flustered and disarmed.

"Who knows? Maybe you were up so early because you were pleasuring yourself thinking about it."

Her face blazed and eyes darted downward, guilt writ large on her face.

Brynjolf's smile widened, thrilled to have uncovered this secret of Nadine's. "Oh, so that's

exactly

what the slut was doing, was it?"

Familiar twin feelings of embarrassment and lust rushing through Nadine's veins once more, she felt herself already begin to submit to Brynjolf's power game.

"Yes, Brynjolf."

"Well then, I think this slut might need to be spanked somewhere nice and secluded. Follow me."

He led Nadine to a nearby grove, the trees dense and looming, protecting the pair from any potential onlookers. Stopping at a nearby tree stump, he turned to her, his limpid blue eyes piercing into her soul.

"Undress."

Nervous to be so exposed but eager to obey his command, she quickly began to disrobe as she had the night before, fingers struggling with the buttons and hooks of her attire. Finally she had stripped down to nothing, the gentle breeze of the morning making her nipples pucker.

"Kneel over that tree stump, lass."

She felt the leaves and dirt beneath her knees as her breasts pressed against the trunk of the tree, the air rich with the scent of earth and moss. With her round, plump arse presented, her cunt dripped with anticipation for her lover to deliver his punishment.

He rubbed her behind with his hand to begin with, preparing her for his onslaught and building up just enough suspense. When he was satisfied with his timing, he delivered several steady blows to her buttocks, reddening them beautifully and making Nadine emit gorgeously deviant purrs of pain-pleasure. Occasionally pausing to grope her punished arse or massage the patches of pink that formed, Brynjolf enjoyed the more barbaric brand of pleasure he was deriving from the minx, and as evidenced by the wetness trickling down her nether lips and inner thighs, knew that she was enjoying it too.

"Good girl. Turn around, but stay on your knees."

In a haze of complete lust, Nadine pulled herself up from the tree stump, turning on her knees to face Brynjolf. She was in extremely close proximity to his package, and could already see it straining desperately against his breeches, eager to be uncaged. Equal in her enthusiasm to free his aching cock, she released it from his armoured trousers, quickly getting her hands and mouth to work. The action being slightly more familiar now, she found she could take more of him in her mouth, and for more prolonged periods - the harder she tried, the better she got. She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth; the way it responded to her tongue's careful ministrations, how she could feel it get firmer the harder she sucked. Something about the act of sucking cock was truly rewarding, and she realised how much she truly loved doing it.

Wrapping Nadine's hair in his hands, Brynjolf guided her further on to his cock, savouring every second of the wonderful blowjob he was receiving. The girl truly was a natural; she still had a lot to learn, but even through her inexperience she was something special. There was also something particularly erotic about her naivety, he thought - the fact that his was the first cock she had ever had in her mouth made him stiffen to just think about, and the enthusiasm with which she sucked him off more than made up for her lack of previous knowledge.

As Nadine grabbed Brynjolf's shaft firmly, her head bobbing as she concentrated on taking as much of his length as she could, he could feel himself building up to release. Thrusting harder into his slut's eager mouth, he came hard, Nadine struggling to swallow all of it. Pulling out sooner than intended, his cock continued to spurt cum over her face and hair, leaving her looking thoroughly dishevelled.

Breathless and eyes glazed, Nadine took a moment to recover, as did Brynjolf. Handing her a cloth to wipe her face, he thanked her for her wonderful job as he stroked her hair caringly. In a thick haze of euphoric bliss, she did the best she could to clean herself up, enjoying her lover's gentle caresses after his rougher treatment. After a short while of enjoying each other's touch, Brynjolf spoke softly.

"We best get ready to go, lass. We've still got to get back and deliver this package."

"Fuck, I'd forgotten about that," Nadine groaned, dreading her meeting with Adrianne and Ulfberth.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Brynjolf encouraged. "I'll be right next to you if you need any backup."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Throwing her clothes back on with a careless abandon, Nadine prepared herself for the journey ahead, and what laid at the end of it. The pair climbing aboard their horses, they galloped along the path, making haste to meet with Adrianne and Ulfberth.