The Edged Lexicon Ch. 01: Discovery

"Maybe you'd like to do more than just watch?"

Brynjolf grabbed his cock through his armoured trousers, allowing Nadine to get a closer look at the outline of his package.

Nadine didn't know how to react. This was, definitely, much more forward than anything else had been thus far, and she felt a bit out of her depth.

"You know as well as I do that you can leave anytime you like. But you and I also know that you're a very naughty girl who likes to get a good eyeful and if you want to do this, you're going to need to play by the rules of the game. Is that understood?"

Suddenly shocked like a spark running through her body, yet somehow thrilled at the same time, she managed to squeak out something resembling acquiescence.

"Good lass. Now undress."

He watched intently as she did so from his position at the foot of the bed, like a predator studying its prey.

"Come here, lay across my lap."

He explored her body with his deft fingers and hands; caressing the gentle curves of her calves, brushing along the sides of her waist, kneading her soft, round bottom, working upwards to fondle her breasts and pluck her hard, protruding nipples. Slowly but gradually, he worked his way to more and more intimate places; fingers travelling upwards from calves to inner thighs, eventually to the warm, moist parting of her dripping cunt. Her initial gasp of surprise quickly gave way to low moans of pleasure as his finger explored the delicate folds of her labia, occasionally dipping into her tight chasm, leaving only to toy with her engorged clit.

"Such a willing, wanton slut," Brynjolf murmured, the sounds of his approval punctuated by the sounds of Nadine's own, her breath short and ragged as he toyed with her. "I think perhaps such a deviant minx deserves a spanking. What do you reckon?"

His fingers manipulating her aching cunt in the most sensitive of parts as his soft, seductive voice worked over her mind, she moaned out in intense pleasure, wanting this man to do whatever he pleased with her, to make her his.

"Ask me nicely, lass."

She squirmed, his pet name making her melt as he made her beg him to punish her. "Please give me a spanking, Brynjolf."

"With pleasure."

Bringing his hand across Nadine's supple buttocks with conviction, he administered a few firm swats per cheek, varying the pressure and speed. He alternated between spanking and massaging, occasionally stopping to dip back into her cunt to see how wet his punishment was making her. The combination of punishment and reward was intoxicating and delicious, and Nadine's enjoyment was painfully apparent. Her glorious, round arse aglow with the sight of a successful spanking and her nether lips coated in her delicious juices - it took all the willpower Brynjolf had to not fuck her right there.

"That should do - hopefully you've learned your lesson, though I highly doubt it. Now you can get on your knees in front of me and help me get out of these," Brynjolf commanded, gesturing at his trousers. With trembling fingers, she quickly got to work on the various buckles and belts that comprised his armoured breeches, which were now straining considerably against his fully erect member. Finally, she released his lower half from his clothing, and proceeded to free his aching cock from his loincloth. She took a moment to admire it - the way it looked, standing to attention, throbbing and proud, with a rivulet of precum glistening from the slit on the head; the way it felt in her hand, firm and resolute but with the tiniest amount of give, still undeniably flesh and blood, hot and thick and twitching with every impulse and move she made. She was shaken from her reverie when Brynjolf cupped her chin with his fingers and tilted her head up to face his, reminding her why she was there -- and that if she'd like to stay, she'd best get busy.

She didn't need to be asked twice, and advanced on his cock with vigorous fervour. She began by lapping at the droplet of precum she had spotted earlier with her tongue, light gentle licks at first, then longer surer laps from the head down to the base. She had always had a keen thirst for knowledge, consuming any new information she could find with a voracity that would astonish Hermaeus Mora, and jumped at the chance to learn new skills. This was no different, and every movement of her tongue, every flick, every dance, every manipulation of her fingers, everything her mouth, hands, body did and every sound, twitch, motion Brynjolf made was an opportunity to master a new art. She felt his hands tangle in her hair as he guided her to take him deeper into her mouth - struggling at first to accommodate so much of him, but spurred on by his grunts of approval and her own ability. The two beginning to get into a rhythm both within themselves and each other, the pace quickened and intensified until, unable to hold back any longer, Brynjolf came hard, Nadine struggling to swallow all of his cum as it spurted out from his still engorged, pulsating cock. Some of it dribbled out on to her chin, on her hair, on her décolletage and breasts, but she managed to swallow most of it.

Sweaty and spent, Brynjolf helped lift Nadine to her feet and back on to his lap, having her sit on it this time.

"Since you did such a good job, I think I should return the favour."

With one hand wrapped around her waist and the other between her legs, he eased her thighs apart, running his fingers over the pools of wetness that now formed on a great deal of her inner thighs - evidence of one very naughty girl indeed. After working his finger into the dewy hairs of her cunt and teasing for a short while, he withdrew, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking off her collected juices. Something about the way he did this - the raw, primal manner, like someone voraciously devouring succulent meat from bone - made her body shudder and heightened her own hunger. He returned his finger to her yearning cunt, where he toyed with her clit for a short while, pausing to run his finger up and down, feeling his skilled digit being enveloped by the silken folds of her quivering labia. He urged in deeper, until he felt her warm, wet opening accept his finger, and gently massaged in a "come hither" motion, slowly and shallow at first, venturing in deeper and plunging in harder as he felt her breathing pick up and her moans intensify. She felt like her body was on fire - every nerve ending ablaze and pulsing. She was in a complete trance of lust; unlike anything she had ever felt. Had she possessed the ability to achieve rational thought at that moment she might have wondered if a mage had cast some sort of incantation on her, rendering her completely at the mercy of the devastatingly deviant red-haired man currently entwined within the most intimate of her areas.

Suddenly, he slowly pulled his finger out and flipped her on to the bed, resituating himself between her legs, with his head now in very close proximity to her sex. He slid in two fingers this time, being met with a little more resistance but still relative ease and definite pleasure, and got to work with his tongue everywhere his fingers couldn't manage. Working her over with a primitive need, his fingers pumped into her skillfully as his mouth devoured her cunt. This proved to be too much for Nadine, who was well and truly tipped over the edge, body quivering as she cried out, experiencing her first, extremely mind bending, orgasm.

It was like the sweetest mead she'd ever tasted. The adrenaline rush after escaping from a bandit cave. She felt like she'd discovered some new amazing piece of divine arcane knowledge. A profound door had opened within herself. Her body convulsing and spasming, her soul enraptured, somewhere between Aetherius and Nirn. Aftershocks coursed through her body as she slowly floated back down, Brynjolf caressing her soft skin and gently stroking her hair.

"You okay, lass?" Brynjolf smiled. "That seemed pretty intense."

"It was," Nadine beamed back. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Was that your first?" he asked, a note of genuine surprise in his voice.

Sighing, she blushes. "Yeah, I'm afraid so. That's a rather embarrassing admission for someone my age, isn't it?"

Flabbergasted by the admission but not wishing to genuinely humiliate the girl, Brynjolf chose his words carefully. "I wouldn't say that, exactly - I guess I just find it odd that a girl with such a varied taste and wandering spirit would lack that particular piece of knowledge. Especially one so easy on the eye."

Smiling at his charm, the flirtatiousness softening the blow of her now blatant inexperience, she sighed. "It's not that I haven't been curious about it, I've just never really met anyone who's piqued my interest - romantically, maybe, but I'm realising now not really sexually. And the only offers I generally tend to get are from drunken, leering bandits in dodgy taverns, or the kinds of men who look and smell like the spawn of a skeever."

"Which one of those am I, then?" Brynjolf teased. Grinning, Nadine responded,

"Obviously you're the exception."

"Anyway...I could give you a thousand reasons as to why it's never happened, but ultimately I suppose it comes down to the fact that I've been so focused on exploring everything else that I've overlooked this one very major thing." Nadine paused, concluding, "It just sort of...eluded me, I suppose."

"Fair enough." Brynjolf conceded, smiling inwardly at her naive charm - so lost in books and exploring the wonders of the world that she misses the big obvious one right underneath her nose! Of course, he mused, that was half the appeal - the scenes that had just played out and potentially were about to may not have worked quite the same with someone a little more clued up or experienced than she was.

"So, I'm assuming you're in a good mood? I hope so, because I have something to tell you that you may be less than thrilled to hear."

Her heart sank. What next?

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner - obviously things just got a bit...sidetracked. It's nothing too major, but it's a bit of a good news/bad news situation," Brynjolf explained. "Turns out the book you procured from Ulfberth and Adrianne wasn't the original that we were looking for - that means what you have in your possession is a very convincing, but not very valuable replica."

"Ah."

"Yep. So, that's the bad news. The good news is they're willing to part with the original, although they want us to go fetch something from Darkwater Crossing for their trouble."

Nadine shrugged, her demeanour brightening. "Sounds doable."

"They also want to speak to you in person when we get back with the goods."

Just as soon as Nadine's spirits had started to lift, they plummeted back down. Having to face the very people who caught her?

"I know it seems a daunting task, lass, but I think it's worth doing. Just imagine the coin we could both make from this book - the knowledge you could gain! You can't put a price on that."

"That's if Ulfberth and Adrianne don't kill me first," Nadine muttered.

"Don't worry about those two - their bark is worse than their bite. Just go in, make your apologies, sweet talk them a bit if you have to. I'm sure you're more than capable of that."

He winked cheekily at Nadine as he said this, making her heart skip a beat. Charming bloody bastard.

"And if all else fails, an offer of cold hard septims usually does the trick," Brynjolf said, pulling a small leather satchel from his pocket, coins jangling. "I'm happy to put my money where my mouth is if you are."

Hurriedly dressing herself, Nadine cursed herself inwardly for a series of questionable decisions, finding herself caught off guard by her rising feeling of arousal amongst her feeling of burning shame. To her disbelief, she could feel herself grow wetter once more. Already? Was she to allow her lust to direct her actions foolishly once again?

"Fine," she eventually sighed. "I'm in. Let's go."