After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf

            The imperial guardsman fucked the dark elf thief in one of the alleys off the main street in the capital city.  Little did he know, she was the Master Thief, the one who gave and performed the most high profile contracts throughout the land.  Her body was mashed belly first against the stone wall of the building before her, and she was grunting with animalistic ferocity. 

            “Yeah, fuck, you like that don’t you, you little dunmer whore,” the guard grunted as he pounded into the young woman.  “You knew I’d catch you trying to steal one of these times.  You’re such a dirty thief.”

            Gwen didn’t know his name, not that it mattered.  He was just another imperial fuck to her, only satisfying her most basic of needs at the moment.  She had let him catch her stealing, after seeing the way he eyed her cleavage in the market district.  She could feel him sliding in and out of her now, filling her, not as much as some of the redguard she had attracted, but still large for an imperial nonetheless.  She felt her orgasm taking hold of her and started to convulse, moaning into the wall.  “Fuck yessss,” she hissed, smiling with bliss. 

            “Oh yeah, feels good, doesn’t it?  Well, maybe I’ll let you off easy after I cum in you.  You want me to go easy on you, don’t you, you little slut?  You didn’t think a lowly guard like me would ever catch such a minx like yourself.  Oh fuck!” he shouted as he felt his orgasm build higher.  “Hand over the goods once I’m done fucking you,” he continued, “and I’ll let you off this time,” he groaned as he came, spurting into her belly.  Gwen wasn’t worried about needing to hand over anything she had taken from that pompous merchant, whose prices were so high he could pay the entire waterfront’s monthly taxes for a year with just a day’s earnings at his shop.  She also wasn’t worried about conceiving, since her magic allowed her to expel any foreign matter from her body as she wished.  Now that he had cum and she was satisfied, he turned her on the wall, slamming her back against it and looking into her eyes.  “Now, gimme the septims and the chalice, and I’ll be on my way,” he said with what she supposed was a deadly glare for this almost comedic display of bullying. 

            “Hmmm,” she said, pretending to think it over after wincing at the minor pain in her back, nothing a rudimentary heal spell wouldn’t take care of.  “Well, now that you put it that way….NO!” she shouted, kicking him hard in the shins and unsheathing her dagger.  This was one of the more entertaining parts of her day.  She easily disarmed the bastard of his legion sword, then held the dagger to his throat, telling him to look into her eyes. 

            “B-bitch!” he stammered, looking like a frightened animal as he was pinned to the wall.  The dunmer may have been small, but she was powerful, a force to be reckoned with.  “Once the other guards find out about this, y-you’re gonna be put away for a real long time!  You won’t have a chance of seeing the outside again, let alone getting away with this!” 

            “With what?” she asked, smiling and looking around in mock confusion, which only frightened the man more.  The reason she needed his eye contact was to place a memory altering enchantment.  All he would recollect was seeing a plain dunmer woman pick up a chalice in the pawn shop on one of the merchant streets, then put it back down and be on her way.  He would have no memory of fucking her in the alleyway behind the same shop, nor that he should arrest her for anything.  And he didn’t even get her name.  “Now, hold still…” she said before chanting a quick, small spell in dunmer, then released him.  His eyes went blank for a moment, then he stared down at her. 

            “Good morning citizen,” he said cheerfully, a completely different man than the one that had made her cum so hard before in the alleyway. 

            “Good day officer,” she said just as cheerfully back.  No one had, or ever would, catch Master Thief Gwen, the Champion of Cyrodiil in her free time.