Trials of Orinn - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The rider, bundled in a ragged, stained cloak that nonetheless looked thick and warm, reigned in his well-lathered mount atop the small rise, gazing with hard, cold eyes on the city before him. A light spring squall, chill with the memory of winter, had passed overhead a few hours before, leaving the rough-hewn buttresses of the city's great walls glittering with moisture. The rider, shifting slightly in the saddle, thought cynically that the damp would be a long time in clearing, for this was a coastal city, with the frequent fogs and mists associated with such. In his opinion, at least, Daggerfall would never truly be dry.

The rider, a High Elf and, judging from his appearance and the confident way he sat his horse, an accomplished warrior, clucked softly to his exhausted, weary mount, urging it toward the gates. The sun, now only a pale orange ball as it tried to fight its way through thickening mists, was sitting low on the horizon. He'd heard rumors on his travels that convinced him that this was not a city to be out and about in after the sun fled the sky. The rider led his mount through the massive gates, finally entering the great city of Daggerfall.

Orinn had arrived within the boundaries of the kingdom of Daggerfall over a month ago in the hold of what he affectionately called a scow. The ship had leaked continually from the day it had sailed, and if anyone ever asked him to sail on it again, he'd gladly burn it to the waterline. He could barely afford anything else, and he'd even had to earn his passage, most of the time working the pumps, trying to keep the damned scow afloat. When landfall was made in a tiny hamlet by the sea, for some needed repairs the Captain had claimed, the young elf had taken the opportunity to disembark, without worrying about where. As a result, he'd had to traverse half the kingdom, practically killing the poor horse he'd stolen two days into the journey, 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. On the way, he watched curiously as one obviously frightened merchant-type scampered into a small house in dire need of whitewashing. 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 dented tankard with a dirty rag, though Orinn saw that more than a few of the tap room's occupants took the admonition seriously. He let the door swing shut, then casually flipped his ragged cloak back.

Now the barkeep took note. Orinn was decked out in full leather armor, which wasn't at all uncommon. The armor was of a much higher quality than the cloak that had concealed it. What caught the tavern keeper's eye however, and that of almost everyone else in the room, was not the quality of the armor, but instead 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 asked, the mug he had been cleaning now resting forgotten on the bar. The man eyed Orinn resignedly. Custom, as well as the law, dictated that no Knight of the Dragon should ever have to pay for a room in any inn within the kingdom. Orinn nodded, suppressing a smirk. 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 cocked his thumb toward a smallish girl, no more than eighteen but showing the promise of great beauty to come. She was one of three maids serving food and drink to the customers. Her short, pale blonde hair, almost white, floated about her face like a living halo. Bright, flashing blue eyes danced merrily as she dealt with the rowdy customers she was serving, warding off their frequent attempts at getting her to sit with them. "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 as she smoothed her skirts over her slim hips, addressed him 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 was keeping her balance with the way she was swaying too and fro!

Elli showed him to a moderately sized room on the second floor of the inn. It had a spacious bed, as well as a dresser, a wardrobe and a fairly large window. Through the mottled, blown-glass panels, 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'll do my best to see that you're 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, delighted at the girl's forwardness. He was really going to like Daggerfall!

"Thanks, 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 if we lost you to the ghosts!" With another teasing 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 travel stained 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 weeks, 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 alike that thanked their varied gods for that fact!

The elf slipped between the clean white sheets. With almost no thought, for it had become routine, 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.

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Orinn blinked awake, fully alert. He had his dagger ready in a heartbeat. It was late, past midnight he thought. 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 crawled silently through the narrow opening.

With all the noise of a shadow, Orinn slipped behind the little blonde as she crouched, peering through the gloom toward the bed. Her Khajiit suit, very similar to the one in his own pack, seemed to drink in the faint light coming through the window, allowing the maid to blend into the shadows. Her shock of pale hair though was carelessly uncovered. 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, while he roughly twisted the girl's arm, forcing her wrist up between her shoulder blades. The young maid whimpered in pain, stunned at the attack, but she did not cry out.

Orinn whispered coldly 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 handsome 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. All she had to do was sneak in, go through his things and sneak out. Leave everything where it was, and the mark would never know she was there. She was one of the better sneak thieves in the guild, and she'd been scouting for them for over a year now and had never been caught. 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. Feeling the point of his dagger against her throat, Elli knew that he still might!

Elli stuttered, her fear manifest, "um, I, uh..."

Orinn felt the girl quivering against him. The body suit she wore did little to hide the highly attractive 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 was causing a reaction he'd rather not have to think about right now.

Elli, held as she was so firmly against him, 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. Even with her life at risk, she was searching for a way out, had not given up. He'd been in enough life threatening situations himself to know that this was extremely difficult to do. Also, he was man enough to admit that 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 cringed, terrified at his abrupt movement, but the cruel blade never touched her silky soft skin.

"I accept your offer, girl." With the flick of his wrist, 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. "You've entered my room, girl, looking to steal what's mine. That was a mistake. You'll walk out of here alive though, when I'm through with you. Understand?" He kissed her roughly, biting her lip and leaving the tiniest spot of blood glistening against her fair skin.

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 small, firm breasts fully exposed to the assassin's hot gaze. She felt a rush of sexual excitement at being so forcefully exposed to this man. She staggered back slightly, off balance.

The assassin admired the small girl's charms for a second before yanking her back to him. Her slim body quivered slightly under his gaze. Her breasts were smallish, but perfectly formed, topped by pale rose-hued nipples. They rose tantalizingly with each frightened breath Elli took. Her creamy skin seemed to glow in the faint light of the waning moon that made it through the thick panes of the window. He could see mix of fear and growing excitement in her shadowed eyes.

Holding her tight, Orinn felt her nipples tighten against his chest. Mustering her reserves, Elli did her best to meet Orinn's unforgiving gaze, her eyes wavering only slightly. Yes, the elf 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'll take you girl. Tonight, you're mine. It may be that I'll have a use for your 'skills' in the future, so I'll not kill you." He finally let her go, stepping back to allow the girl the room she would need. With one hand he stroked his cock. "Show me your desire to please me, Elli," he whispered. "Make me think I can't live without you."

Elli's heart had been beating furiously from the moment the assassin had pressed his dagger to her throat, first with fear, then with a growing, needy arousal. The girl slipped the remnants of her torn nightsuit over her slim hips, exposing the sparse, pale white muff between her thighs that seemed to glow in the faint moonlight. She knelt with an unconscious gracefulness, more than eager to please this man. The elf was roughly handsome, yes, but there was something else. She'd never been bested so easily, never had a man take her life so forcefully into his hands. Kneeling before him, his thick shaft before her, she knew that she would do whatever he asked of her, here and now, and forever! Elli caressed the elf's cock, stroking it lightly before her soft, coral-hued lips, puffy from where Orinn had bitten her, closed on the head.

Shifting about, Orinn slumped to the bed, and the girl pressed close between his legs, her hands stroking and squeezing while her mouth continued to instill in Orinn increasingly intense rushes of excitement. Up on his elbows, he watched the maid's tongue unconsciously darting out to wet her slightly parted lips before she firmly licked the tip of his cock with it. Orinn growled while resisting the pleasure she was causing as best he could. Yes, this young thief was truly talented.

Elli started by teasing the turgid head of his shaft with her tongue, flicking it against the tip, twirling it about the head, lightly licking underneath. She caressed his sack gently with one hand while she ever so slowly took more and more of him into her mouth. Bobbing her head smoothly, eagerly, eyes closed, the beautiful maid was soon taking his entire length, taking him deep into her throat. She would have continued, wanting to taste his thick, pearly semen, but Orinn was having none of that. He meant to use the girl thoroughly before he sent her back to her thieving masters.

When he could barely contain himself, when one more bob of her head would have meant an eruption, Orinn determinedly pushed the girl back. The needy look in her shadowed eyes and her ragged breathing indicated that she was fully aroused, and he saw that her free hand had been buried between her silky thighs while she serviced him.

Elli was wet. She hadn't imagined she could become so aroused by willingly giving herself to this knight. "Milord?" she begged, wanting, needing to please this man.

Orinn reached out, pulling her up on the bed, feeling her hot, aroused body against him. Rolling to the side, he positioned her next to him, his roaming hands finding her young breasts as he did so. Moaning softly, Elli felt his grip tighten, squeezing hard, causing her to squirm with mixed pain and pleasure.

Sitting up abruptly, Orinn crouched beside the panting girl, whose hands had moved to her breasts the second the assassin had shifted. He watched the girl in the dim light, watched as she pinched and teased her rosebud nipples, never taking her gaze from his.

"Roll over, girl." Elli repositioned herself, face-down. Orinn took her wrists and held them firmly above her head, though this took little effort; the maid wasn't fighting him. With his other hand, he explored her body, trailing rough, callused fingers down her bare back. Elli squirmed when she felt his hand tighten on her ass, murmuring into the mattress as Orinn squeezed hard. She felt pressure against her inner thigh, and spread her legs slightly, giving the assassin access to her well-aroused sex. Eyes closed, the maid gasped when she felt the elf's touch, slipping through her vaginal lips to penetrate her willing tunnel. She wriggled with delight while he finger-fucked her, alternately burying one, two or even three fingers within her before inching forward to tantalizingly stroke her sex-charged clit.

When Orinn felt the girl begin to grind her hips against the bed, he released her hand and moved to kneel behind her. "On your knees, Elli," he whispered, his voice cold. She was on all fours, her smooth, bare ass inches from his thick shaft, immediately. He could see the girl's lust in the excited, needy look she cast back at him, a look that begged him to fuck her. Taking a firm grip on her waist, he slowly, easily pressed his cock into her slick, willing cunt. Orinn hissed as he felt her pussy tighten about him, and heard the girl moan with need. In seconds he was moving purposefully, using full, deep thrusts, pulling back on her waist to penetrate as deeply into the slight maid as he could. Meanwhile, Elli's hips rocked back, grinding, when she felt his thick shaft fill her, wanting to give this man her very soul.

The elf moved one hand from where he was holding her, sliding it down over burning, silky flesh to rest at the base of Elli's spine. Then, repositioning his thumb, 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 felt every delicate touch as his thumb played over the puckered opening. She bucked back harder, giving in to the man's demands once more, willing to let him use her as he wished.

Orinn, pounding hard into the girl's sopping snatch, obliged. While never slowing in his steady fucking, he used the girl's own copious, slick moisture to lubricate his finger before he penetrated her ass. Elli wailed softly, pounding back hard, attempting to impale herself on Orinn's probes. Soon after his finger entered the girl's virgin ass, he felt it tighten, then the ripples of her orgasm spasming through her vagina as well. Elli muffled her cries, face buried in the bed sheets, unable to move while her supple young body was racked by wave after orgasmic wave. When she finally recovered, the sweaty bed-sheets balled in her clenched fists and her breath coming in ragged gasps, the elf knelt near her, his ready cock, glistening 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. Over-riding her initial hesitation, she tentatively leaned forward. She was his, she knew it, and he held her life in his hands. Her parted lips closed on Orinn's cock. As the sweet taste of her pussy filled her mouth, she was surprised that it was not unpleasant at all. Elli's juices were gone soon though, her mouth and tongue working hard to please the assassin. "Damn, girl, that's right. I like the way your head bobs when you suck my cock." Hearing him, the maid felt a rush of pride. She was pleasing him. 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."

The maid twisted about, spreading her slim 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 again, filling her, taking her!

Finally, Orinn stopped playing with Elli's twat and positioned himself between her legs. He cupped his hands under her knees, pressing her legs up and exposing her gleaming, damp cunt, gaping and ready. With another quick thrust, he buried his cock in her warm, moist slit, pressing forward, resting his weight against her thighs.

Finally releasing her legs, Orinn let his full weight rest on the girl, his smooth thrusts never slowing. The maid twined her legs around the assassin's, attempting to use them to force even more of the man into her. Hearing his hoarse breathing rasping in her ear, knowing she was pleasing this man, had her quivering body once more on the edge of orgasm.

Orinn drove into the maid, giving in to his need to take this girl fully. He gripped her tightly, arm wrapped about her shoulder, forcing into her. His other hand closed tightly on her soft tit once more, rolling the engorged nipple painfully between his fingers. After a short while Elli surrendered to her arousal once more, she couldn't handle the multiple stimuli. 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 pressure building in his balls. Then, thrusting even harder, he shot his cum deep within her. After pumping his burning jism into the girl he collapsed to the bed, 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, breathing hard, 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!

Continued in Chapter 2

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