Marielle x Delphine x Inge / Marielle x Karliah / Marielle x Maven Black-Briar

Having promised herself never to work alone again, when Calcelmo asked her to take care of the giant spider, which had nested at the entrance to the ruins of Nchuand-Zel, she was left with few options of who to ask. At least in Riften or Whiterun, she could ask some close friends. She was a stranger in Markarth.

"Fuck it, I'll head back east and ask Delphine for help."

Remembering she didn't have a horse, the fact she'd have to walk all the way was annoying, and delayed what she was there to achieve. Delphine was surprised but pleased to see her. Marielle couldn't explain in detail, but told her about the spider, and suggested they may end up exploring the ruin in any case. "Do you only need my help?"

"If Inge wants to come long too, I won't say no."

"You just want the pair of us to fuck you."

She couldn't help smirk. "Are you really complaining, Delphine?"

"Let me pack a few things and we'll head off. Should make it to Markarth by nightfall, at least."

Inge was pleased to be invited along, and barely an hour after arriving, the trio were heading back to Markarth. It was dark as they approached the outskirts of the city, and it was rather late by the time they walked through the gates. Heading to The Silverblood Inn, Marielle booked a room for the three of them, earning a curious glance from the barkeep. "We won't be sleeping until much later," she stated bluntly.

As soon as they were in their room, the door locked, Marielle found herself centre of attention from Inge and Delphine. Feeling between her legs to find her already wet, Delphine made her giggle when suggesting there would be little foreplay, Inge having taken out a bottle of oil to at least lube her up. Delphine lay down on the bed, Marielle sliding down her cock, Inge wasting little time sliding inside her arse.

And that was how the next couple of hours went, Inge fucking her arse, swapping with Delphine after they'd both cum, then she was spitroasted both ways, as Marielle almost begging to blow them both as well. Then they slept, Marielle snuggled between the pair of them, facing Inge, who certainly gazed at her with a smile.

After breakfast the next morning, the trio headed into Understone Keep. Letting Calcelmo know she was going to take care of the spider, he did mutter something about a lost expedition. "Make it worth my while and we'll look into that as well," she stated.

"What do you want?"

"I need to learn about the Falmer language."

"Can't be done. Impossible."

"Even if I do all this for you?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, no. It's part of my magnum opus in regards to all things Falmer. You'll just have to wait until I have completed it to learn what you require."

She muttered, "Fine," and headed into the ruins with her two partners in tow.

"What's all that about?" Delphine asked, "Why do you need to learn about the Falmer language?"

"It's a long story. Not one I really want to share right now. Do you trust me?"

"Of course. And if it's personal, I'll pry no further."

Marielle stopped, took her by the hand, and kissed her cheek. "Thank you. For both that and also for helping me now."

The spider, which Calcelmo had called Nimhe, only appeared when the three walked out into the area preceding the entrance to the old dwarven ruins. It was the most enormous creature the three had ever seen, except for a dragon. Marielle wasted no time using her gift, enveloping the spider in flames, it's screeches echoing around them, as the pair of Blades fell upon it with blades swinging, Marielle hanging back with her bow, arrows finding their mark with each pull of the string.

It might have been a monstrous creature, easily capable of killing them with a single bite, but it also didn't take all that much effort to bring it down. Once a couple of its legs were hacked off, and it's body filled with arrows, it collapsed to the ground, Delphine and Inge practically hacking off its head. The smell being so awful, Marielle wasn't the only one to gag.

Finding a body nearby, it spoke of an expedition into the dwarven ruins. Sharing a glance with her two colleagues, Delphine simply stated, "At your command, Dragonborn."

They spent longer than a day exploring the ruins, finding the occasional body. They had barely started exploring when agreeing to stop in what had been a dwarven communal area, Marielle able to set up a few magical traps to ensure no dwarven machines or Falmer approached them. Taking out bedrolls and food, they sat together, nibbling away, discussing Delphine's work with the Blades.

"Do you feel any kinship with dragons?" she finally asked, "I'm aware of what the Greybeards think."

Marielle shrugged. "I understand the theory, but end of the day, most dragons still approach me, intent on trying to kill me and my friends. While I would live and let live, I doubt that would be possible with most of them. Their base desire seems to be to try and take me on, prove they are stronger. If that's the case, I have no problem killing them."

Delphine remained silent, obviously thinking. "So you would kill them to defend yourself, but the idea of hunting them…"

"Look at me, Delphine. Do I look like a dragonslayer?"

"I think you're wonderful no matter what, Marielle," Inge said softly.

That made her smile at her, as it was obvious how much she already liked her. "Thank you for saying, but I'm not a warrior. Not like you or Delphine. Watching you swing that giant axe of yours… you remind me of another Nordic goddess I'm intimate with…"

"I'm willing to follow whatever you say," Delphine added, "But not at the cost of our safety."

Delphine grabbed her hand. "I agree. And I will need people like you to guide me along the way. I'm not arrogant or too full of pride to admit I'm a little over my head at times."

The trio made love a little later, though there was no threesomes. Marielle rode Delphine first, Inge watching, slowly stroking her cock as she observed. Once Delphine came inside her, and Marielle enjoyed an orgasm of her own, all she did was hop off and slide down Inge's cock, the pair making love until they both had an orgasm together again.

And that was enough, the trio cuddling together under furs, Marielle under to stop giggling as she felt a hard cock pressing into her back and front. "I don't know how you handle it," she said.

"We're hard so often, we usually forget," Delphine said with humour, "I obviously think Inge is gorgeous. Soon as she looks at me and smiles, I'm hard. Then she noticed and giggles. Then I giggle. Then she gets hard. Then… we either masturbate together or have a little fun."

"I masturbate so much, I'm sure my right arm is double the strength of my left!" Inge exclaimed. That had all three of them cracking up with laughter.

"How many times a day?" Marielle asked.

"At least four or five times, I reckon. Sometimes even more if I'm having a day where I'm just constantly horny."

"I do love watching futanari stroke themselves. It's incredibly erotic."

She felt Inge's lips at her ear. "I'll put on a show one day, though I'd love to leave each load on your face," she whispered.

"Have Delphine join in and you can just cover my face in cum."

That made all three of them giggle again before they settled down and finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day was spent exploring the rest of the dwarven ruin, wiping out any Falmer they ran into, disabling any dwarven contraption that woke up and attacked them, while managing to figure out how to restore the defences of the ruins so that it would be at least be left in peace. They found all the bodies of the group that had entered before them, taking their journals as they figured Calcelmo or whoever was responsible for the expedition might want to see their notes.

With little idea of how long they'd been gone, they eventually found their way out, hearing the ruins alive behind and below them. Feeling rather tired after at least a full day of walking and fighting, the last thing Marielle wanted was attitude from Calcelmo. Thankfully, he was pleased to hear about both Nimhe being killed and having all the journals handed over. He offered coin immediately, that Marielle shared with her two companions, before he also offered her a key. "This is to my museum. I know you want to know about the Falmer, but hopefully you'll learn a few things there that will satisfy your curiosity for now."

"Thank you. I'll have a good look around."

Marielle walked with her companions out of Understone Keep, explaining that she only had one more task to complete before she would be continuing on with her own adventures. It was late again by the time they walked out into the city, so headed back to The Silverblood Inn once again, taking the same room, after they had eaten dinner and enjoyed a couple of drinks.

For a change of pace, while the three of them stripped naked, all Marielle did was get down on her knees and enjoyed sucking two cocks most of the night, swallowing at least two loads from the pair of them, before taking another load on the face. Remembering the conversation with Inge the night before, she mentioned it, Inge grinning as she grabbed some oil, and after Delphine and Inge had lube up their cocks, they stroked themselves as Marielle happily watched from on her knees, taking another two loads each on her face before her lovers groaned, stating they were worn out. She happily cleaned them up with her mouth before they joined her on the floor, giggling as they helped lick up at least a little of their cum.

She escorted them to the gates the next morning, sharing a long hug with both of them, wishing her good luck and asking that she return to Sky Haven Temple as soon as she was able. "Once the summit is agreed, I'll contact you immediately," Marielle stated.

Once they were through the gates, she turned and headed straight for the museum. They had obviously been told that she might come visit, and after showing them the key, they allowed her in. She had a good look around, but there was absolutely nothing about the Falmer. Putting two and two together, she assumed there was more than just the museum, glancing at the double doors and having that sixth sense everyone had, that feeling in her gut, that her answers lay beyond.

Sneaking in was easier than she expected. Sneaking even further in was without any real difficulty, her small stature and light footsteps easily getting her past the few patrols. She was amused at all the security, guessing Calcelmo really did take the secrecy and security of all his research quite seriously. Finding no real answers beyond the two doors, she headed out and up a path towards another set of double doors, realising they appeared to be his living quarters.

Avoiding more guards, including setting off a couple of traps that grabbed the attention of guards, she was fairly sure that there was something around that would help her. It didn't take too long to find the giant stone tablet. Crouching in front of it, the language was like nothing she'd ever seen. Taking out the journal, she compared the writing. "Bingo!" she exclaimed quietly.

But how could she possibly take a translation? That's when she stumbled upon an idea. Taking a piece of paper and charcoal, she took a rubbing of the tablet, rolling up the paper carefully once she was done, placing it in her bag. And that's when the doors opened, and at least five armed guards walked in, recognised the voice of Calcelmo's assistant. Leaping into a dark corner, sliding past them was easy as she followed the pipes, dropping silently to the ground. Rather stupidly, they hadn't left any guards outside, but trying to get down wasn't fun, throwing her pack to land some place dry before she dropped into the water far below.

"Well, I'd better get out of here quickly," she muttered to herself once dragging herself out of the water and picking up her pack.

That was her idea until she headed outside and there was no sign of any carriage. She couldn't afford to purchase any of the horses at the stables, so sighed as she headed back inside, back to The Silverblood Inn once again. Being a regular already, a tankard was already in place by the time she sat down. "You look worn out," Kleppr stated.

"Been a long few days. Was hoping to get out of town now but the carriage isn't there."

"If one departed today, there'll be one there by tomorrow morning."

Marielle went to bed alone that night. She had a feeling that Frabbi, the wife of the barkeeper, was flirting with her, and there was more than one subtle suggestion that she would be more than willing to keep her company that night. But Marielle generally didn't involve herself in relationships, and she definitely avoided relationships with married women. Frabbi seemed to understand why, at least, so remained friendly during their conversation, with enough innuendo to even make Marielle blush more than once.

There was a carriage waiting the next morning. Looking at another long journey across Skyrim, she settled in the back and spent most of her time relaxing and sleeping. The carriage driver must have put his foot down, though, as he made great time the first day, and they were still on the road the second day when it was getting late, the driver stating they would make Winterhold after dark but he'd rather not camp in snow.

Snow was falling and it was bitterly cold by the time she walked into The Frozen Hearth. Dagur, standing behind the bar as always, gestured with his head towards the stairs leading to the basement. She was surprised to see both Enthir and Karliah waiting for me.

Karliah smiled at her as she handed over the journal and the rubbing paper. Enthir gave her a curious look but otherwise began translating immediately. What he told them shocked even Marielle. All Karliah could do was shake her head ruefully. He mentioned something about the Twilight Sepulcher, Karliah immediately stating she couldn't tell him. Enthir understood, Karliah gushing with praise and thanks. The pair shook hands, feeling the warmth in a simple gesture, before her fellow Breton left her alone with Karliah.

She immediately told Marielle the truth. She was a Nightingale, as were Mercer and Gallus, and somehow, Mercer had desecrated the sepulchre, which no doubt explained the guild's poor fortune since. She then took her hands and meet my eyes. "What you've done for me already, going to such lengths just for a simple piece of information."

"It was the right thing to do."

"I know now how wise I was to put my trust in you, Marielle. Do you trust me in return?"

"Without any doubt in my mind, Karliah. What's happened to you… I'm so sorry…"

Karliah kissed her. A soft kiss to start before she leaned back, meeting her eyes. The next kiss, their mouths crash together, Marielle whimpering within seconds, accepting the tongue of the Dunmer, feeling Karliah gently pull her close. She couldn't help grin when she felt her stiff cock start to poke her body. "I can't believe what you did for me," Karliah breathed before her lips found her neck, "For so long, I was alone, surviving on my wits and skill."

"I wanted to help as soon as Mercer tried to kill me."

Karliah gently bit into her neck, making her giggle, before her lips moved back up to her mouth. When her fingers moved to the button of her tunic, she returned the favour, both wanting to move with haste, but holding back, taking their time to reveal each piece of skin. "You are beautiful," Marielle whispered once Karliah was stood before her in underwear, "I do love Dunmer futanari. Women too, but futanari are something else."

She fell to her knees, Karliah gazing at her with utter lust and desire in her eyes, fingers finding the band of her rather pretty panties, quickly revealing her thick nine inch cock. Her mouth salivated upon seeing it. The moment she'd walked into the basement and seen her, this was where she had wanted to find herself.

"I got to Windhelm and realised I should probably wait for your return," Karliah murmured, gasping when Marielle ran a tongue up her shaft, "Plus… I wanted this. I wanted this so much when you returned."

Marielle soon had the head of her cock in her mouth, teasing her with her tongue, earning a loud moan from Karliah, feeling her fingers run around the back of her head, caressing her gently as Marielle slowly started to take her length. Divines, just her cock tasted wonderful, already looking forward to swallowing her cum when she enjoyed an orgasm.

"By Azura, you're good," Karliah said with a giggle, Marielle quickly bobbing her head up and down her shaft, "You love my thick Dunmer cock?"

Marielle pulled back, kissing the head of her cock before resting it against her cheek, gazing up at her. "I love it in my mouth. I can't wait until it's inside me. Maybe you'd like to have my arse too?"

Karliah leaned down, Marielle sitting up to kiss her. "We'll make love all night," Karliah whispered, Marielle could feel the grin spread across her face at the use of that term. "I… want something special. I haven't been with anyone in a long time. I don't just want…"

She reached up with her other hand to caress her cheek. "Karliah, trust me, I love the sound of it too."

She teased Karliah a little longer before working on bringing her to orgasm. By then, she had Karliah sat down on the bed, Marielle between her legs, bra already removed so she could run her hands up and down her body, gently squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples, earning almost girlish giggles from the Dunmer. No doubt she was a little sensitive after not being touched intimately for so long.

Warning her she was about to cum, Marielle made sure her lips were clamped, ready to feel her cock throb as she blasted into her mouth. When she felt that first spurt, she involuntary moaned herself, immediately swallowing it down and falling in love with her taste. Karliah came a lot, Marielle having swallow down each spurt quickly, but soon she was empty, Marielle slowly pulling her head back, using her tongue to clean her cock up and down. Karliah pulled her up to sit on her lap, their lips meeting again. It was only when they broke apart and Marielle leaned back that she noticed Karliah's eyes glistening in the low light.

"Make love to me," she whispered, "Make love to me, Karliah."

Marielle was quickly laid on her back, bra and panties removed, spreading her legs as Karliah knelt between them. Seeing that thick Dunmer cock ready to slide inside her made her heart beat faster, feeling herself getting wetter every second with anticipation. Feeling it slide inside her, she gasped as it was thicker than even she thought, Karliah immediately murmuring about how wonderfully tight she felt.

As soon as she'd taken her entire length, they kissed again, this one so full of passion, she had a feeling they really liked each other already. Wrapping her legs loosely around her hips, the thrusting of Karliah was slow and gentle, Marielle's hands running up and down her arms and her back, feeling the occasional scar from a life on the run.

She had no idea how long they made love before Karliah came inside her. Her own orgasms were an afterthought. She would want one, but other than that, she just wanted her. Feel her inside her. Let her feel love and affection for the first time in too long. Despite not having made love in a long time, Karliah was perfect. She knew when to speed up, when to slow down. When to move her legs around. When to change the angle. And she definitely made Marielle cum too.

When swapping position, finding herself sliding down her cock as Karliah rested on her back, she noticed Karliah blinking rapidly again, leaning down to kiss her again. "Sorry, it's just… big moments…"

"I'll tell you what I was up to in Markarth. I spent a lot of time in some sort of emotional trance."

Though both were feeling a little tired later, as Karliah had probably cum more in a few hours than she had in a few years, Marielle got on her knees and lowered her head, offering herself to Karliah. "Are you sure?" she asked, Marielle appreciating the concern in her tone.

"Karliah, I will be blunt. I love anal sex. And I'd love you to make love to me that way too."

"Okay," Karliah replied simply, immediately taking the offered bottle of oil. She certainly made Marielle gasped when gently inserting that thick cock of hers, but loved it even more when Karliah lifted her gently to rest against her chest. "If I'm making love to you that way, I want to hold you like this."

"I love it when my lovers do," Marielle whispered, "Maybe you could do something else while inside my arse?"

"Something like this?" Karliah asked in humour, running a hand down to gently tickle her clit, making Marielle giggle. "I adore you already, Marielle. What you've done…"

"I'd do again in a heartbeat."

Divines, she really was hopeless at times. Barely knew the woman, and already falling for her big time. But it was clear Karliah had a good heart, and certainly had not deserved her fate. And as she gently thrust into her arse, both of them loving every single second they were joined, feeling Karliah hold her tightly against her… she had a feeling Karliah was feeling exactly the same way.

When Karliah finally came in her arse, Marielle felt her arms hold her tightly, each thrust provoking a grin as her lover was finally spent after what had likely been hours of lovemaking. "Adore you so much already," Karliah whispered sleepily into her ear.

"Worn you out?" she asked with a chuckle.

"I haven't had a night this good in decades."

There was a bucket where they could clean up, and as soon as they were under the furs, she was spooned back against her Dunmer lover, amused that her cock was definitely no longer hard. But feeling herself wrapped in her arms… she was reminded of all her other lovers, and could only hope Karliah would become a permanent one like the others.

"I have many other lovers, Karliah. Just so you know."

"I'm futanari, Marielle. I certainly understand."

"I know… It's just…"

"I don't care. This had been one of the best nights of my life, and with someone like you…"

"Okay," Marielle said softly. Obviously no more needed to be said.

"We'll leave for Riften tomorrow. I was thinking we should travel apart, but I think we should enter together. My lover at my side, the woman who believes in me."

"I'll do whatever I can to ensure your name is cleared, Karliah. You have my word."

They made love again the next morning, Marielle on her back, legs wrapped around Karliah, their lips moulded together, their bodies so close, the heat radiated warmed the entire room. Feeling her thick cock thrusting into her again and again, slowly but surely moving faster as their desire continued to build, Marielle wanting nothing more than to feel her cum inside her… They walked upstairs a little later, hand in hand, gazing at each other across the table as they ate breakfast like new lovers always did.

Leaving on the carriage, they agreed to travel as far as Windhelm, spending the night there, before completing the journey the next day. Marielle had never visited Windhelm, the first time she'd stepped foot into Ulfric Stormcloak's city. She noticed the glances Karliah received upon entering Candlehearth Hall, but while they might not have been pleasant to her, they were not completely rude. Taking a room, they enjoyed dinner upstairs before retiring for the evening. They made love before going to sleep, Marielle whispering that all she wanted was to feel Karliah inside her, then to cum inside her, before they slept. Karliah eventually came inside her twice, Marielle not giving her own orgasm a single thought.

"I want even more but it's a longer journey tomorrow," she whispered as Karliah held her in her arms as they drifted off.

"When all this is over…"

"Would you like to share me with some friends?"

She heard the smile in her tone as she said, "I'd love to. But I want you to myself too."

"I know. I'd love it too."

They left just after dawn, the weather having closed in overnight, the snow lying thick on the ground. The road out of the gates leading towards the carriage left both of them sweating the snow was so thick, and Marielle worried getting to Riften would take longer than anticipated. But after a couple of hours, the snow practically disappeared, and despite the delay, they passed through Shor's Stone with light still in the sky.

"I have a lover here," Marielle stated with a grin, "A woman. Sylgja. She's lovely."

"A woman?"

"Yeah. I have nowhere near as many female lovers as futanari, but there are women out there I just have a connection with."

"Who would you say…"

"Olfina in Whiterun. I love her to bits." She glanced to see Karliah smile at her. "Don't ask me about my favourite futanari lover. I simply can't do it. Every single futanari I'm intimate with has something special about them that I love and adore." She took Karliah by the hand. "I can think of more than one about your, Karliah."

"You are just far too sweet."

Arriving at the gates of Riften just as darkness had taken hold, she took Karliah by the hand. She knew Karliah would understand why, as word would immediately be sent to The Ragged Flagon about her return, and the fact she was returning with someone in particular. Marielle knew it was going to take some explaining, and was hoping her friends would allow her to explain, and give time for Karliah to give the evidence they'd found, before they started wielding weapons in their direction.

Marielle took the lead as they walked through the Ratway, heading into the Flagon, not surprised there was only Dirge in his usual position, Vekel behind the bar. "They're in the cistern," he called towards her. She heard enough in his tone to know what sort of welcome they were going to get.

Before walking through the door, she stopped and turned towards Karliah. The kiss they shared wasn't a surprise, finding herself pressed against the wall. Feeling Karliah's tongue in her mouth, bodies pressed together, she couldn't help the whimper that escaped her. She didn't feel her cock. Now wasn't the time for her to pop an erection. "Thank you for giving me this chance," Karliah whispered, "If they shoot first and…"

"They won't. I promise."

Breaking apart, taking a deep breath, they walked through the door into the cistern. The welcoming committee was out in force. Every single guild member, except for Mercer, was waiting for them. Every single guild member was already armed with a weapon. Brynjolf held a sword. Vex a pair of daggers. She noticed more swords, daggers, and more than one bow, arrow nocked, ready to fire.

Marielle stepped forward, gesturing for calm. "Do you trust me, Bryn?"

"I trust you, lass. The woman beside you…"

"Do you trust me, Vex?"

Her blonde lover scowled, but she noticed the body language change slightly. "You know I do, babe." The use of that word earned a few glances at both of them, which made her smile. Vex was obviously more comfortable with the idea of people knowing they were lovers.

"Marielle, I need to know what's going on here. Why are you here with Karliah?" Brynjolf asked.

Marielle gestured for Karliah to join her. When she took her hand, she glanced to see Vex grin knowingly. Looking with her eyes, she saw a few weapons immediately lower. Karliah immediately pleaded her case, laying out everything they had discovered so far. She stepped forward carefully, handing the translated journal to Brynjolf. By the time he was done ready, Marielle thought he was about to throw up. He handed it to Vex and Delvin to read. When Vex looked at her, the anger in her eyes… kinda turned her on. A lot.

Their worst fears were confirmed when they checked the vault. Everything was gone. Everything the guild had built up over years, gold, jewels, artefacts, heist plans, absolutely everything had been taken. And there was only one culprit.

Gathering around the table, Brynjolf took charge. Before he started giving orders, he apologised to Karliah. She thanked him but suggested that those matters should be left until afterwards. With orders given to everyone else, he then turned to Marielle. "Lass, I'm going to ask you a big favour. Mercer has a house in Riften. Riftweald Manor. I don't like sending you there, but you've managed to do all of this, and quite frankly, I trust you above anyone to get this done. Speak to Vex about getting in. She knows his meathead bodyguard. Vald. Might know a way of getting on his good side."

Karliah would remain with Brynjolf, partly for her own safety in case Mercer returned, but mostly so they could discuss in broad detail everything that happened. Marielle headed back into the Flagon and found Vex getting ready to head up to the surface. Gesturing for privacy, she asked about Vald. That just made Vex grin.

"Call in a favour from Maven." Marielle couldn't help blush at the tone. "Marielle, I think everyone in Riften knows how much that woman likes you. And everyone has seen you enter and leave her place more than once, entering in the evening, leaving in the morning."

"I really like her," Marielle whispered.

"I'm sure you see a side of her in private the rest of us don't. But I would suggest you use that to your advantage. Honestly? Tell her everything. She's worked closely with Mercer regarding one or two jobs, but once she hears the truth, she'll want nothing but his head on a pike like the rest of us."

Marielle followed Vex up to the surface, Vex patrolling the city as she headed for Maven's. One of her sons answered the door, Maven looking up and smiling as she walked into her office, but it disappeared as she noticed the look on her face. Maven asked her to sit down, and once she was given a drink, she explained everything that had happened since leaving for Snow Veil Sanctum. She'd heard about Maven's reputation, but this was the first time she saw her furious. Just like Vex, it turned her on…

Maven met her eyes. "Strip. Now."

Marielle undressed so fast at the authoritative tone, she surprised even herself. Feeling Maven grab her arm, she was almost thrown onto the floor, head on the ground with her arse in the air, Maven wasting no time sliding her cock inside her pussy. "Fuck me," she whispered.

That's exactly what Maven did, not uttering a word as Marielle found her pussy utterly pounded by her mature lover. Maven put all her anger into her thrusts, but Marielle loved it. She'd enjoyed angry sex before, and moaned and groaned with every hard thrust Maven delivered. Feeling fingers grab her hair, head gently pulled back, Maven gave her arse a good slap as well, one of her right cheek, then on her left cheek. She was fairly sure they were both left rather red by the end.

The Maven came inside her, and once her cock stopped throbbing, Maven leaned forward, feeling her hot breath in her ear. "I love you, Marielle," Maven whispered.

It was so unexpected, it made her choke back a sob. Feeling her lean back first, she was then lifted to relax back against her chest, turning her head to kiss her. "I love you too," she whispered, "And I loved every second of that."

"I find having a good, hard fuck gets all the anger out of my system by doing something I enjoy, particularly if it's with someone with I love, because we both enjoy it in the end. Do you need anything from me?"

"Vald is his bodyguard. Need to get past him."

"I'll follow you and dismiss him. He owes me a favour. Means nothing now after what you've told me."

Before they left, Maven ensured she was taken to the bed, where they then made love. Both had thoroughly enjoyed what happened on the floor, but it was obvious Maven wanted something else before they departed her home. An hour later, they were both dressed, Marielle whispering to Maven that she wasn't wearing panties, enjoying the feeling of her cum dribbling down her legs. "You are incorrigible sometimes, Marielle," she whispered, "I love it."

Vald was gobsmacked when they appeared at the gate. "We want in," Maven said, "Mercer is a traitor. And though you owe me a debt, what he's done is of far greater concern. So you'll give me keys to the gate and the manor, then you will leave Riften. Your privileges to remain here are revoked, but I'm allowing you to live."

"There are bodyguards inside, loyal only to Mercer," Vald warned before he handed over the keys and hurried away.

With keys in hand, Maven kissed her, wished her good luck, before returning home. Marielle managed to get inside the manor, take down the bodyguards with relative ease, before finding the secret passage that led to a room that highlighted exactly what Mercer had planned. Swiping anything that wasn't nailed down, she returned to the Flagon as quickly as she could to explain everything that happened, though didn't mention the hot sex she'd enjoyed with Maven. Karliah looked at her, then lowered her eyes, before looking back up and grinned. She knew…

That's when Karliah made the suggestion none of them had been expecting. To take on Mercer, and to start the path to restoring the guild to its former glory, they had to fight him as equals. Marielle was going to mention she was the Dragonborn, before realising no-one knew, so kept it quiet for now.

"We must meet at Nightingale Hall where you will become Nightingales," Karliah stated.

Brynjolf wasn't convinced by agreed nonetheless. Marielle would use any advantage on offer. "You should recruit some others," Brynjolf suggested.

"I'll do so in the future. For now, we three are all that is needed. You now know what Mercer is capable of. We will need any and every advantage in our favour to bring him down. We should head there first thing tomorrow morning."

Brynjolf disappeared to issue orders, leaving her alone with Karliah. "Where do you intend on staying the night?" Karliah asked.

"I never sleep here. Something about sleeping in a cistern. It's not the smell or anything, it's just…"

"The weather is warm here. Would you like to camp near the walls, spend a night under the stars?"

"Making love?"

Karliah grinned. "Need a little more. I take it you had fun with Maven?"

"It was angry sex. Divines, it was good though."

She loved the laugh that escaped Karliah, the sort that made her heart flutter. "I'll remember that for whenever I get mad." Taking her by the hand, she gave it a squeeze. "Come on, I know a lovely little spot not far away. And if I know you well enough, I'll have you make enough noise they'll still hear you within the walls of the city."

Karliah was probably right. A couple of hours later, she had Marielle the Dragonborn making a lot of noise.