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The Trials of Orinn
Part I
The rider reigned in his mount at the top of the small rise; his hard gaze locked on the city walls before him. A light spring squall had passed overhead a few hours before, leaving the rough-hewn buttresses glittering with moisture. The rider thought cynically that the damp would be a long time in clearing, for Daggerfall was a coastal city, with frequent fogs and mists. In his opinion, at least, it was never truly dry.
The rider, a High Elf and, from the look of him, an accomplished warrior, clucked softly to his tired mount, urging it toward the gates. The sun was low on the horizon, and he had heard rumors on his travels that convinced him that Daggerfall was not a city to be out and about in after the sun set for the evening.
Orinn had arrived within the boundaries of the kingdom of Daggerfall in the hold of what he affectionately called a scow. He could barely afford anything else, and he’d even had to earn his passage. He’s spent most of his waking hours scrubbing the deck, the only labor the captain would allow an unskilled sailor like Orinn. When landfall was made, the young elf had taken the opportunity to disembark, without worrying about where. As a result, he’d had to traverse half the kingdom just to get here. He shook his head and vowed that the next time anyone asked him to ‘run a little errand’ for the Emperor, he’d pretend to be hard of hearing.
But he was here now, so he might as well make the best of things. He’d find a comfortable inn and see how things were laid out tomorrow. Business could certainly wait until then.
The streets were quickly clearing as Orinn made his way to the center of town. He watched curiously as one obviously frightened merchant-type darted for a small house adjacent to a run-down pawnshop. The little man was staring about as if the hounds of hell were after him. Orinn shook his head, suppressing a grin at the man’s antics. From what he’d heard, hell hounds would be preferred. With one last look around the dusk-shadowed central square, the warrior stepped through the door of a fairly nice inn.
"Shut the damned door, lad, ‘r you’ll have the bloody ghosts in here with us!" The barkeep of the ‘Drunken Knight’ didn’t seem too concerned about ‘letting the ghosts in’, leaning as he was against the bar half-heartedly polishing a tankard with a dirty rag, though Orinn could see that more than a few of the tap room’s occupants took the admonition seriously. He let the door swing shut, then flipped his cloak back.
Now the barkeep took note. Orinn was decked out in full leather armor, which wasn’t at all uncommon. What caught the tavern keeper’s eye, and that of almost everyone else in the room, was the stylized Dragon Claw on his right breast. Inlaid into the boiled black leather with gold, the symbol proclaimed to all that he was a Knight of the Dragon. He’d had the opportunity to join the Knighthood as he crossed the kingdom, and had decided to take it.
"You’ll be needin’ a room then, Milord?" The proprietor, the mug he had been cleaning now rested on the bar, and he eyed Orinn resignedly. Custom dictated that no Knight of the Dragon would ever have to pay for a room in any inn within the kingdom. Orinn nodded. It was the only good reason he could see to accept the knighthood. Riding around ‘theeing and thouing’ and bashing at each other with great swords just wasn’t up his alley.
The barkeep nodded to a smallish girl, no more than seventeen but showing the promise of great beauty to come. She was one of three maids serving food and drink to the customers. Her whitish-blonde hair floated about her like a living halo. Bright, flashing blue eyes danced merrily as she dealt with the rowdy customers she was serving. "Elli’ll show you to a room. Have a good night, milord." Hearing her name, the girl finished with the table she was serving and came over, and just for an instant the elf thought he caught a look pass between the barkeep and the girl. He decided his imagination was getting away from him.
The girl, flashing the travel-weary elf a dimpled smile, addressed him, speaking in a throaty purr, "if you’ll follow me, milord, I’ll take you upstairs. I have just the room for you." With a swirl of her skirts, the girl trounced off, hips swaying. Orinn followed, grinning widely at the girl’s obvious attempts at attracting his attentions. The elf was impressed the girl could keep her balance with the way she was swaying too and fro!
Elli led him to a moderately sized room on the second floor of the inn. It had a spacious bed, as well as a dresser and a fairly large window. Through the glass, Orinn could see that the sun had set fully; Daggerfall was now in the hands of the dead.
The serving girl stood in the doorframe, one hand resting suggestively on her hip. "Milord, we have a bath set up in the basement, if you wish, and dinner will be served for another couple hours. If you need anything else, please let me know and I will do my best to see that you are satisfied." The direct look the girl was giving him left no doubt as to how she would like to ‘satisfy’ him. Orinn suppressed a grin. He was really going to like Daggerfall!
"Thank you, but I think I’ll turn in. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow." He turned away and tossed his saddlebags across the dresser.
"Very good, Milord." Elli had just about closed the door, and he was already stripping off his armor, when she suddenly popped her head into the room once more. "One thing, milord, please don’t open the window! It would be such a waste it we lost you to the ghosts!" With another dimpled smile, the girl left him alone. Orinn chuckled. That girl was a predator. He knew the type. As a matter of fact, he thought with another chuckle, he was the type!
The elf rested his dwarven sabre against the side of the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. In the soft lantern light, the faint white scars that marked his body were barely visible. He’d been lucky in the last few months, running into only two foes that might have taken him down. He’d defeated them more through cunning than skill. Still, there were few that could match him face to face, one on one. Assassins of his skill were truly rare, and Orinn knew that there were many, many nobles and wealthy merchants that thanked their varied gods for that fact!
The elf slipped between the clean white sheets. With almost no thought, he tucked his mithral dagger beneath the over-stuffed down pillow, then reached over to turn down the lamp. With a deep sigh, he allowed his body to surrender to the weariness the weeks of travel had built up. It was good to finally reach Daggerfall.
***
Orinn blinked awake, fully alert. He had his dagger ready in a heartbeat. It was late, past midnight. From the lack of sounds from the taproom, the guests of the house had all gone to their beds. He could see no reason to be alarmed, and he could hear nothing, yet he was a master assassin. He instinctively knew that there was someone near, someone intent on not being discovered. With only a soft whisper of sheets, the elf was out of the bed, standing ready, dagger held low. If an attack was coming, he was fairly sure he could deal with his foes, even completely naked. A mithral blade is a great equalizer.
With the tiniest click, a sound that would have gone unnoticed to most even if they were awake, a small panel opened in the wall on the far side of the dresser. Orinn was there in a heartbeat, ready to strike. He held his blade though when he recognized the maid, Elli, as she slipped silently into the room.
With all the noise of a shadow, Orinn slipped behind the little blonde as she crouched, peering through the gloom toward his bed. Then, with the speed of a striking serpent, the assassin had his dagger pressed against the girl’s throat, the point resting just above her jugular, but not breaking the skin.
Orinn whispered in the shivering girl’s ear. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Miss Elli?"
Elli was terrified. She’d been sent to rifle the knight’s belongings, to see what, if anything, he might have of interest. The thieves’ guild routinely used Elli as a scout, to see whether a mark was worth the effort. She was one of the better sneak thieves in the guild. In spite of this, she’d never even known the man was there! He could have just as easily killed her outright, rather than ask questions.
Elli stuttered, "um, I, uh…"
Orinn felt the girl quivering against him. He held one of the girl’s arms behind her back, ready to jerk it painfully if she attempted anything. His other hand held his dagger, rock steady. She was wearing a khajiit suit; similar to the one he had in his pack. She had failed to cover her brilliant white-blonde hair though, and it shimmered in the dim light. The body suit’s thin material did little to hide the dimensions of the girl’s body. Pressed against her as he was, he felt her every move. Chagrinned, and a bit amused, he realized that the proximity to the scantily clad girl had given him an erection.
Elli, held tight against the elf, could not fail to recognize what had happened, and she immediately used the information. "Milord, I-I was hoping…" Elli pressed herself even closer to the man that held her so tightly, her bottom tight against Orinn’s groin. In her husky voice, the girl continued. "I was hoping I might interest you in some of our other complementary services." She ground her hips against his erection.
The assassin was amused. Women had tried to take advantage of him before by flaunting their charms, but he admired the girl’s quick thinking. And besides, she did have a fine body! With a quick swipe of his dagger, Orinn opened the back of the girl’s khajiit suit from shoulder to hip. She flinched, surprised at his abrupt movement, but the blade never touched her silky soft skin.
"I accept your offer, girl." Orinn sent his dagger spinning across the room, burying it in the doorframe. Elli flinched again at his casual skill with the weapon. The elf, still holding tight to the girl’s arm, spun her about, pulling her close and roughly stealing a kiss.
Elli, still stunned at how fast things had gone wrong, gasped. Then, she cried out softly as the elf tore her shredded suit roughly, leaving the upper portion draped about her hips and her soft breasts fully exposed to the assassin’s hot gaze. The rush of sexual excitement, being so abruptly exposed to this man, was wholly unexpected.
The assassin admired the small girl’s charms for a second before yanking her to him. Her breasts were smallish, but perfectly formed, and were topped by pale rose-hued nipples. Her slim body quivered slightly under his gaze.
Holding her tight, Orinn felt her nipples tighten against his chest. Staring into her eyes in the dim light, he could clearly see the growing desire. Yes, he thought, there is fire in this one. She would go far, using her skills and her charms as she did, and enjoying the use of both! "I will partake of your ‘services’ girl, on my terms. I will use you tonight, and you will leave. It may be that I will have a use for your ‘skills’ in the future, so I’ll not kill you. Now, kneel, as I have a burning desire to see how you service this!" He pressed his hardened cock forward, pressing against the small maid’s taut belly.
Elli quickly dropped to her knees, more than eager to please this man. She’d never been bested so easily, never had a man dominate her so. She would do whatever he asked of her, and not just to save her own skin!
Orinn slumped to the bed, the girl pressing close between his legs, and he watched as the maid’s tongue unconsciously darted out to wet her slightly parted lips. Then, moving slowly but surely, the girl’s mouth closed on the head of his cock. Orinn did his best to suppress a groan of pleasure. Yes, this young thief was truly talented.
Elli started by teasing the head of his shaft with her tongue, flicking it against the tip, twirling it about the head, lightly licking underneath. Then, she moved one hand to gently caress his sack while she took more and more of him into her mouth. Bobbing her head eagerly, eyes closed, the girl was soon taking his entire length, taking him deep into her throat. She would have continued indefinitely, but Orinn was having none of that. He meant to use her thoroughly before he sent her back to her thieving masters.
Orinn pushed the girl back. He could see by her breathing that she was fully aroused, and he saw that her free hand had been between her thighs while she sucked him. "Lose the rest of the Khajiit suit girl." Orinn moved to where he could have a decent view of the girl in the faint light.
Elli was wet. She hadn’t thought she could get so aroused just by following the elvish knight’s commands. When he told her to strip the rest of her suit off, she stood up and turned slightly, letting the man see her shapely behind as she stripped. Then, ever so slowly, she pulled the skin-tight suit down over her hips…down her thighs…finally dropping it in a rumpled pile around her ankles. Through the whole thing, she kept her legs straight, bending at the waist. Orinn was getting a great view of her tight little ass!
As soon as she dropped the suit, the assassin moved close behind her. How could he resist her teasing him like that! Turning her slightly, he pressed his cock between her thighs from behind, finding and penetrating her sopping cunt easily. Orinn hissed as he felt her pussy close about him, and heard the girl moan with need. In seconds he was moving, using full, deep thrusts. Her hips rocked back against him, trying to take more and more of him in.
The elf moved one hand from where he was holding her hips, sliding it over her silky skin to rest at the base of her spine. Then, slipping his thumb down, he pressed firmly against the girl’s anus. Elli cried out, never having anyone touch her like that before and amazed at the sensations it sent rolling through her. She bucked back harder, wanting him to fill her wholly.
Orinn, pounding hard into the girl’s snatch, obliged. His thumb pressed harder, forcing it’s way into her hole. Soon, he felt the girl’s anus tighten, then the ripples of her orgasm spasming through her vagina as well. Elli cried out, face buried in the bed sheets, unable to move while her body was racked by wave after orgasmic wave. When she finally recovered, the elf knelt near her, his ready cock, coated with her inner juices, only inches from her face.
"That’s right, girl, taste yourself. Clean my cock before I fuck you again." Elli’s eyes widened. He was going to make her blow him again, after he had fucked her! Orinn saw the hesitation, and his gaze hardened. "Do it, girl. You don’t want to face the consequences of not following my commands, trust me."
Elli knew the knight was serious. Hesitantly, she took has hard prong into her mouth. The sweet taste of her pussy was soon gone though, and she continued, trying to make the man cum. "That’s it. I like the way your head bobs when you suck my cock, girl. And you do it so well, too!" The elf admired the way the young maid’s pale blonde hair shrouded her face as she serviced him, gently swaying with her movements. Orinn ran his hand down the maid’s back, tracing gently along her flushed skin, finally cupping her bottom. With a firm squeeze, he once more pulled away from the girl. He was close to cumming, but her wanted to fuck her again first.
"On your back, girl. Let me see your wet pussy."
Elli twisted about, spreading her legs wide for the man before her. With a focused look on his face, Orinn fingered her gently, slipping one, then two fingers into her hole, while occasionally teasing her swollen clit. Almost involuntarily, Elli’s hips bucked in response. How she wanted him to fuck her!
Finally, Orinn stopped playing with Elli’s twat, and moved between her legs. With another quick thrust, he buried his cock in her warm, moist slit. Then, gazing into her eyes from only inches away, he fucked her.
After a short while Elli lost it once more; his hips grinding against her clit over and over was too much for her. Legs wrapped about his hips, the maid keened softly, her body shaking with her release. Orinn didn’t notice.
He fucked her until he felt the building pressure in his balls. Then, thrusting even harder, he shot his cum deep within her. With one final grind, he collapsed, coming to rest by the girl’s side. Elli moved to cuddle under his arm, where she promptly fell asleep.
Orinn lay awake for a bit, feeling the afterglow of sex wash over him. The maid was good at more than thieving. He’d remember her, and he knew that he’d be staying at this inn for the duration of his stay in Daggerfall!
Here Ends Part I of The Trials of Orinn
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