A Night To Remember (Anna)

I’m awoken by a slight shake and a familiar voice, but in a very unfamiliar place. “Oh good, you finally woke up.” Farkas says crouching beside me. “What happened? Where-” I begin to ask but am interrupted by a door crashing open and a very upset priestess walking up to me “Do you have any idea what you and your friend have done?!” She asks with a shrill shrieky voice. I look at her blankly before turning to look at Farkas and back to the priestess, questionably pointing back at Farkas to see if he is the friend referenced “No silly not him, he was the one who tried to stop the two of you from making a mess. Not only have you made a mess and wrecked the temple you also desecrated the shrine of Dibella!” Ah, so that is why I’m laying on stone and there’s metal, and flowers, and other things everywhere. It's the temple of Dibella in Markarth...wait a minute, last thing I remember I was in Riften?! I look at her a bit confused and still dazed, what happened last night? Then I am drawn to the outstanding pain in my head and wince. As I sit there in a daze I hear Farkas and the priestess talking, negotiating, but can’t make out what they are saying. It feels like my head's under water. After some time, how much, I don’t know, I’m gently picked up and carried down the long staircase leading from the temple until we get home.

Once we get inside I’m set down lightly still with a tight grip on my waist just in case I fall, good thing too, my legs are the equivalent of jelly, or at least feel like it- I wobble and though I try my best to stay balanced it doesn’t work out very well. “Mind filling me in on what happened last night?” I ask clinging to Farkas so I don’t fall over onto the cold hard stone. “It’s a long story, you should eat something first.” As if on cue my stomach rumbles slightly, I don’t remember eating dinner last night, in fact, I hardly remember anything at all.

We head upstairs where it’s most comfortable, and I down a piece of toast for at least some sustenance. Farkas gives me a glass of water “It’ll make you feel better.” He insists and sits on the edge of the bed. “Why?” I ask, curious. “Because you, my friend, are experiencing a hangover, and those are usually helped with water in the morning.” A hangover? Well, now I really don’t see the appeal to drinking if this is what happens. I finish the glass and flop back on to the pillows “remind me to never drink again.” I say which gets a slight smirk in reply “Lightweight.” He taunts jokingly “Well it’s not like you drink either!” I exclaim throwing a pillow at him “True, But I didn’t go on a drunken rampage last night.” I pause “So...what happened anyways with that?” Truly I have no memory of it at all. He sighs “well, might as well start from the beginning…”

-THE NIGHT BEFORE-

“Remind me why we came here?” Farkas asks sarcastically as we enter the inn in Riften. “A number of reasons, of which will be explained later.” I reply and get a barely noticeable groan of annoyance in return. “If it’ll make you feel better, next time you can pick the place.” Without a seconds passing Farkas replies “Whiterun.” And that ends the conversation as we approach the innkeeper. “How much for a room for the night?” I ask and the innkeeper looks up from his sweeping “ten gold.” I hand him the coin and he gives his thanks for the patronage before giving us directions upstairs. We briefly go up, set down our things and clean up before going back downstairs. The inn itself both upstairs and down is fairly busy, and with the nights getting colder patronage should only increase as the townspeople look for a place to warm up. Farkas and I sit quietly in a corner near the fire, mostly minding our own business with the occasional brief conversation with a familiar face, that is, until someone approaches us…

“Hello there.” Says a man in black Mage robes “My name is Sam Levine.” From the name, and facial features, he seems to be a Breton like me. I wonder why he’s in these parts? It’s quite far from High Rock. “Anna Lenox, and this is Farkas.” I introduce us “Nice to meet you. Are you here on business?” Sam asks and I shake my head “Not particularly. Why?” A smile breaks out across the mans face “Perfect, I’ve been looking for someone like you. Care to play a game?” He pulls up a chair and sits down. “What kind of game?” I ask, slightly hesitant. “A drinking game.” I go to shake my head no way that is, until he pulls out the prize. “Whoever wins gets the staff.” It’s a beautiful staff, truly magnificent. Before Farkas can interject as the voice of reason I agree and Sam pulls out a flask “May the best Mage win.” He says with a smirk. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Farkas put his head in his hands, I’m sure things will be fine…

-THE NEXT DAY-

“And after you did that you got blackout drunk, went on a rampage that consists of but is not limited to; stealing a goat, stealing and selling a cow to a giant, marrying a hagraven, stealing a ring for said hagraven, trashing the temple of Dibella, the list goes on.” Farkas pauses and crosses his arms “Can you see why the priestess wasn’t very happy now?” A guilty expression crosses my face and I sheepishly nod. “Sorry...about that…” I break off eye contact and instead look at my hands. “No need to say sorry to me, I must admit it was difficult to keep up with you but also in a strange way somewhat amusing, mostly because I know you don’t drink.” After a short pause he adds “You do however need to apologize to that priestess and clean up the mess you and Sam or whatever his name is made.” I nod in understanding. “So, would you mind telling me about those drunken exploits you had a hard tim keeping up with?”

-THE NIGHT BEFORE-

“Ok, so, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll distract the owners, you go get the goat. Meet me, here.” Sam marks a spot on a map. I nod and sneak off toward the goat pen, this can’t be too hard, right? Where Farkas had gone, I don’t know, probably somewhere around here, he’ll catch up eventually. I sneak into the pen easily, now to grab the goat and run. Careful not to wake it I pick it up and slip out of the pen before making a run for the place marked on the map. Sam meets me where we had agreed to a large grin on his face. Now, the main target, the ritual cow. This time Sam takes the lead and we sell it to a local giant. Afterwards Sam decides it's time to pay a visit to an old friend of his, and she requests a ring, an easy steal in these parts. We then have a small party to celebrate. After some additional shenanigans the two of us, and Farkas wherever he had gone, then set off to Markarth for the final and main event. The priestesses of Dibella were fast asleep when we arrived and paid no notice to our entrance of the place, or how we threw, rearranged, and overall trashed the place, Sam even drew something on the shrine, how bold. As daylight approaches I begin to feel myself getting sleepy, oh so very sleepy, I think it might be time to - before I can finish my thought I slump over and fall into a deep sleep.

-THE NEXT DAY-

“That’s about it, really. Now once you’re up to it, time to fix all the things you two did.” That was an interesting, and very unlike my usual self story, I wonder what was in that brew of Sam’s must have been something strong. I feel my headache starting to come back and wince bringing a hand up to my temple. “This is extraordinarily unpleasant.” I remark. “Take a shower the steam might help.” Now steady enough to stand and walk a bit I carefully go to take a shower, the steam does in fact help my very achy muscles from sleeping on hard stone in an awkward position. I change from last night's old clothes into a simple sleeveless camisole that while a bit worn and at times partially see through does the job well enough, after all it is typically an undershirt. and a pair of sleeping shorts as it was the easiest to grab from the dresser, before flopping face first back onto the bed. “Still don’t feel good.” I complain, my face buried in the pillows. Farkas pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside, picks me up and sets me on top of him before laying down as well “Take a nap, see how you feel when you wake up.” He says carding a hand through my hair. Somehow he always knows what to do in order to get me to fall asleep, or simply just relax. I melt against the comforting warmth of human contact and laying there quietly in the mid morning sun eventually fall asleep.

I dream vividly, or- the more correct term may be fantasize, really, my dreams are far more detailed than usual, though I cannot very much recall them. The warmth of the sun and skin to skin contact does not help very much at keeping my sleeping mind from wandering to more intimate dreaming. Eventually I wake from my fantasizing and vivid dreaming with an overwhelming feeling of want. When I wake up, feeling far better than before, I find Farkas still asleep, oftentimes when things like this happen he just dozes half asleep, or simply lays there quietly allowing me to rest without disturbance.

Sitting up slowly, still in his lap straddling across his legs I get my bearings and attempt to calm my fast beating heart, my attempts are futile. Slowly I begin to move back and forth, occasionally rolling my hips, looking for any sort of friction. Eventually, I’m brought out of the rhythm I had gotten into by a hand gripping my leg and stop, looking down to see a pair of silver eyes staring back at me with a smirk “Well, did you have a good nap?” I nod and attempt to catch my breath yet the wanting feeling only increases despite my best efforts, being stared at doesn't help, at this point I’m practically quivering with it. Farkas sits up then with me still in his lap. “What am I ever going to do with you?” He asks with a sigh “Touch me?” I offer “Am I not touching you now?” I whine “Not what I meant. I mean touch me!” and he thinks about it for a moment as if hesitant “Are you sure about that?” He asks and I nod vehemently “If you’re asking if I consent to things. The answer is absolutely yes. Besides, I’m feeling much better anyways.” He nods “Good to hear, for both reasons. To answer your request though...what’s the magic word?” I mumble a barely audible “please” looking down at my hands “What was that?” I repeat again, slightly louder but still quiet softly “I can’t hear you, Anna '' close to tears I whine “please touch me! Please! I...I need it. I need you.” With a soft smile, a kiss, and a gentle pat on the head Farkas replies “Ok, all you needed to do was ask.”  I’m glad that bit is over with as I feel like I’m about to burst at this point.

We take things slowly, as we often do in the mornings, stopping every now and then to regain composure, or exchange a remark or two. I sit in his lap comfortably as one hand makes its way along my inner leg and about the sensitive bundle of nerves between them rubbing against the soft fabric, while the other wanders or keeps me in place, my hands usually end up clinging to anything they can, or occasionally move down to help. Little breathy noises escape along with the occasional sigh or odd gasp or moan at a particularly sensitive touch or nip at my neck but if they get too loud are quickly silenced by kisses.

 My eyes wander over to the side table and a devilish smirk breaks out on my face as an idea pops into my head, the lack of movement and staring across the room causes Farkas to stop and look at the table before looking back at me “What? You want to be tied up?” The thought verbalized makes me practically shake and I nod “Alright.” He replies nonchalantly before reaching over to the side table and retrieving a short piece of soft ribbon from one of the drawers. “You seem like you enjoy playing rough, at least in some cases, is that correct? Do you want to stay up there or would you rather lie down?” He asks closing the drawer “I’m fine up here, thanks.” I pause for a moment “And to answer the other question, yes, I do.” He smirks slightly “You also seem to like being on top- height complex?” He asks jokingly and I playfully swat his arm as a result. “Alright, jokes aside, hands behind your back, please.” Obediently I follow the direction and the ribbon ties them securely, not tight enough to hurt, but enough that they won’t be going anywhere.

Once my arms are tied behind my back I’m entirely at the mercy of him, thankfully, he is gentle...mostly, unless specifically asked. Suddenly I can’t help but feel like we are being watched, the idea of course is preposterous, the window shade is shut, the door is locked and made of thick metal, and the walls are made of stone. “Are you getting the feeling we are being watched or is that just me?” I whisper looking around cautiously “I think it’s just you, Anna, no one else is around anyways.” With one final look around I concede, perhaps it’s the lack of good sleep making me imagine things.

As I begin to get closer to the inevitable I have a harder time staying silent, or at the very least very quiet, after a particularly thrilling touch a hand clamps over my mouth “These walls might stop people from seeing but it doesn’t necessarily stop them from hearing. Be quiet, or I might just have to gag you too.” Farkas whispers, causing my face to blush, and I try my best to remain quiet. Finally, after some time, a climax rips its way through my body. While powerful and oh so very much needed, it is in a way relaxed.

My hands are then unbound from the ribbon allowing me to shake them out to prevent them from going numb before wrapping them around Farkas in a tight hug and giving him one final kiss “Thank you, I needed that.” I murmur softly. “I could see that, when I woke up there was something in your eyes and the way you began to essentially shiver when I touched you…Why the change?” I shrug “Let’s just say I had some very interesting, very...good, dreams. And when I woke up for whatever reason found myself overwhelmed with want and a desire for touch...and also climax I must admit is both within that and additionally a fantastic pain reliever, thank you endorphins!” The latter portion makes Farkas laugh slightly, though it really is true, thanks to hormonal imbalances and a variety of other reasons  my entire system is often in some type of pain, climax provides a temporary relief and is perfect for nights of difficult insomnia.

We sit there quietly for awhile, eventually Farkas begins toying with the material of my undershirt “You know you should really get a new one of these, it doesn’t do a very good job at hiding things.” I shrug “That’s not really it’s job anyways, it’s an undershirt, it mainly is just for warmth or another layer of fabric to hide any chest show through when wearing a tighter fitting shirt.” I pause for a moment before chuckling slightly “besides, let’s be honest, there isn’t really much at all to hide in the first place.” Farkas nods in agreement and looks as if about to say something, but doesn’t. “You were about to make a comment about my chest, weren’t you?” He grimaces slightly “maybe- but I didn’t?” Again I playfully slap him, in return he rolls over trapping me underneath and kissing me once more before moving down to my neck, making me gasp slightly then sigh- I do truly enjoy carefree mornings like this.

At some point though, the fun must end, and we eventually get out of bed and cleaned up for real this time. I debate pulling Farkas into the bath again as I had done in Whiterun, as the bath here is in fact a part of a system of hot springs, but I digress as he seems adamant on getting cleaned up himself. However, he does sit at the edge while I bathe which makes for an easy temptation to fight down. After cleaning up from our bit of fun in the morning we quickly eat lunch before returning back to the temple. After getting another earful of all that Sam Levine and I did last night I clean up and organize the temple, with a bit of help from a certain werewolf, before profusely apologizing and moving on to the next problematic decision from last night, the hagraven.

“I wasn’t actually around for this part so I’m quite intrigued to see what will happen.” Farkas remarks as we approach the Hags camp. The twisted old woman comes out, and if you’ve never had to negotiate with a hagraven, it’s not easy. It can however be done, with potentially only minor injury. Having gotten the ring back we continue north east toward Rorikstead in order to return the lost goat and ritual marked cow. We find the goat and return it to the owner, the cow takes some negotiating and exchange in order for the giant to give it up so it can be returned to its owner, I never will understand why it is they use cows in rituals, but I’m better off not asking. Having finished the final task of making right last night’s mess we decide to return back to Markarth, as it is the closest major city to where we ended up at the end of all things.

By the time we return, rather exhausted and more than a bit confused we find Sam Levine, the man from last night's game, waiting for us with the staff, and laughing. “Oh that was a fun night wasn’t it?” He asks laughing “I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun” I shrug “I guess we have different ideas of fun then. I did win the game though, can I have the staff now?” Sam nods then pauses “Only after I truly introduce myself though…” there is then a flash of purple and yellow light and the man known as Sam Levine vanishes, replaced instead by an armor clad Daedra. “Ever think that Sanguine sounds awfully close to Sam Levine?” The Daedra asks and my eyes widen “You mean Sanguine the Daedric prince of tricks, debauchery, etc?” The Daedra nods with a glint in his eye “Well, that’s me, you’ve just won my staff, Dragonborn.” He holds it out and I take it, propping it up against a wall for now. “And I must admit, last night was quite fun, as was watching the two of you this morning, positively adorable...and more than a bit steamy.” Farkas and I look at each other before looking back at the Daedric prince, both blushing. I laugh nervously “You mean, you saw that...all of it?” The Daedra nods “And you’ve reminded me why I love peaking in on asexuals, all the fun of foreplay, just no sex! And it’s usually cuter!! The ribbon was also a nice touch. You might also consider wearing an outfit with a higher collar, you’ve got a delightful array of marks on your neck” The Daedra pauses and I bring my hand up to cover my neck in the meantime. “Also, I gotta admit, you have a very nice set of tits, sure they might be small, but they are lovely.” I feel my face getting redder my the second, can you file sexual harassment against a Daedra? “Thank you.” I reply through gritted teeth. Sanguine only laughs “Well, I must be getting back to Oblivion, so much to do, you understand right? Enjoy the staff!” And on that note there is another flash of light and he vanishes, leaving Farkas and I alone on the side street with the fading sunlight.

We stand there a few minutes, both rather stunned. “I told you there was someone or something watching this morning.” I blurt out after a few minutes of silence “Never guessed it to be a Daedric prince though, and Sanguine no less, no wonder you ended up with ‘interesting’ dreams and were very eager to be touched in any way when you woke up.” I nod, that certainly explains it “Either that, or Dibella decided to use that as means of revenge for messing up her temple.” The thought makes both of us giggle, I grab the staff from where it had been sitting and we head for home. “Did at least get a cool staff” I murmur as we head inside and Farkas groans something about me and magic, and Daedra too. While I don’t actually recall much of anything... This truly was a night to remember.