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Irileth

Her eyes opened to a lock of blonde hair looking down at her and at the far wall, a brunette stood with her back against the wall and arms crossed.

"This feels awfully familiar," Balgruuf remarked.

Irileth closed her eyes again.

Balgruuf chuckled slightly. Cecilia leant forward. "How are you feeling?"

"Like an angry guar decided I was fit for sport and ran me over," Irileth sighed. Her nose felt weird, she couldn't feel her lips, her cheeks stung, and her back felt funny. At least the bed she was on was soft, the pillows acceptably fluffy and the sunlight from the outside wasn't shining in her face.

"Well, you certainly do look like you were on the receiving end of a horse charge," Balgruuf commented. He stood up from his seat and offered Irileth a mirror. She glanced down to catch a reflection of herself. A bandage with cotton padding was wrapped around her nose and a comfortable gown was on her. Glancing around, her armor and blade lay on a opposite chest, battered but otherwise whole. She had worn that thing ever since she left Cyrodiil with Balgruuf so many years ago. She'd have to get a new one or get her current one repaired.

"What happened?" Irileth asked, turning back to Balgruuf.

"A fire began in the apartments. My dear sister-in-law rushed back to save her baby but heroically died in the attempt," Balgruuf filled her in. "The cause of the fire has been determined to be a candle falling over and setting flammable material on fire. Thankfully, it was put put before more could be burnt. For this occasion, I will be taking the opportunity to tour Skyrim while Dragonsreach is being rebuilt."

"The fire was that bad?" Irileth asked incredulous and feeling slightly guilty. Despite the official line that was going to be put forward, she had been the one that started it in the first place with a stay firebolt. While she hadn't actually met Lydia, she still felt responsible for nearly burning her alive. "And the infant?"

"It had singed Freydis's room and burnt a few others but the Court Mage was able to put out the worst," Balgruuf said.

"And with her mother...unavailable, Balgruuf and I have agreed to care for Lydia until Hrongar returns from his adventures," Cecilia revealed. "She is unhurt thankfully and will not know what truly happened."

Irileth slumped on the bed. She was happy the little girl was unhurt though Irileth felt conflicted that Lydia had lost a mother but it was rather hard to feel sorry for the woman, her allegiance to Mephala of all Daedra didn't exactly put her in a sympathetic light. But then, she knew that Mephala saw the loneliness and desperation in Freydis and used it to mold her into becoming her plaything. It would be best then that Lydia would grow up knowing her mother died the way she did, trying to do one last heroic act than knowing that Freydis had been swayed by a Daedric Prince and had long lost herself.

"The sword?" Irileth bit out. That was the most important thing, the reason why she felt like trampled dirt.

"Safe, hidden, and watched over by Cassius, Mira, and Gotz," Balgruuf revealed. "No one will ever find it, not unless they were looking for it."

Irileth released a sigh she did not know she was holding. Then she didn't suffer for nothing. "That is a relief," she smiled, glad that this was over.

"It is," Cecilia nodded as she took a step from the wall to lend a hand on her husband's shoulder. "You should rest and rest well. You took quite a battering,"

"You normally wouldn't have issues in fighting. What happened?" Balgruuf asked. "It's not like this is your first time in fighting someone as big as Freydis was."

Irileth's eyes fell. "She was...she was in the middle of a blood-rage. Whatever conscious thought she had was gone but her skills never left her. I never engage opponents larger than me if I have to and once I do, it always is a gamble. I am a nightblade, I am trained for precise strikes and assassinations, not brawls."

"Whatever the case, it is over. You focus on resting, we will focus on getting rid of the damn thing," Balgruuf said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I hate these Daedric artifacts. Men and mer, I can handle from a charge to a plot but trying to fight literal Gods...we are a bit outmatched in the power department and the daedra just love derailing us mrotals," He stood up. "Focus on resting, I have to go and calm down our guests from the scare that happened."

And with that, he left. Silence descended between Irileth and Cecilia, neither attempting to speak. Cecilia took the moment to sit down on the chair her husband vacated, her expression thin.

''You suffered a lot for my husband, Housecarl," Cecilia spoke up. Instinct kicked in Irileth who sat up straight on the bed. The Imperial nodded her approval to Irileth's deference.

"I do as my king commands," Irileth responded simply.

"And not for some grand reward?" Cecilia asked, her voice sceptical. Irileth shook her head, her mind easily understanding what Cecilia was hinting at.

"I did not do this expecting the chance to bed your husband, my lady," said Irileth. "My loyalty to him...it is absolute. If he asks me to do it again, I would. If he wants me to assassinate every single one of my old guild, I shall do so without hesitation." Her voice was matter-of-fact, as if she were describing the weather and not just offering to do unspeakable crimes in the name of loyalty. "I follow him because he freed me and I would gladly die for him, if he asked it of me."

Cecilia sat and listened, feeling both disturbed at the near zealousness displayed by Irileth and pleased that her husband had found such a loyal protector. She knew that Balgruuf had broken into a Thalmor prison and picked her up. Knowing the tender mercies the Thalmor could inflict, she certainly understood what getting rescued would inspire such loyalty. But despite all that, Cecilia could not help but feel uneasy.

"You know...he never left your side," Cecilia revealed. "When he saw how injured you were, he called off the party citing the fire but I know why." She leaned in. "I saw it in his eyes, the worry and the anger. And when you woke, he lit up. He might be hiding it well but I know it when I can see it. He still loves you."

Irileth sat very still.

"And you him...don't you?" Cecilia's stare was deep and poring.

"I..."

"Balgruuf told me about your dreams, of Mephala appearing before you. The Webspinner wouldn't have appeared before you if there was something she couldn't tempt you with," Cecilia explained, every word like a hook in her bones. "She tempted you with my husband, did she?"

She said nothing at first...then she nodded slowly. "I...I did not partake, no matter how much I was tempted."

Cecilia leaned back on the chair, a smooth leg crossing over the other. "I am thankful that you did not otherwise, this would have been a very different conversation." She sighed, shaking her head slightly before looking down at her. "As Balgruuf's wife, you know that I cannot countenance this."

The Dunmer bristled. What was the Imperial getting at? That she must leave? It would be a very hot day in Skyrim before she would desert her king. She paused when Cecilia later added. "However..."

She crossed her legs again. This time, Irileth's eyes wandered downwards. Cecilia gave her a long look. "You have done him a great service. Zenithar commands us to reward hard work and I shall. I will allow you to enter our marriage bed but on the condition that there will be no children and you understand your place as his mistress, not his wife."

Irileth blinked, her ears struggling to process what she had just heard. Cecilia had a dreadfully calm look about her, as if she was sitting down on a park bench to pass the day. Irileth's cheeks who at this point had been numb began to feel something as blood rushed in.

"I-w-what?" sputtered Irileth. "I did not ask for this!"

"It is a reward, for your hardwork," Cecilia told her. "Our station has rules, provided that we are discreet about it. This is not adultery, as I have given my assent. And besides," Cecilia crossed her legs again, giving Irileth another good look at her shapely legs and hips. "I think this would be very entertaining and informative for all of us. Tell me, are elf ears really that sensitive?"

Her cheeks turned an even darker grey. "Sometimes...when it gets licked or when...hot breath is applied," she answered bashfully.

Cecilia smile, slowly.

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Why did she agree to this again?

Oh right, it was a reward for her hard work.

Of course, they didn't get into it immediately. She was still gravely injured after all. It would take her a full week before the healers had allowed her to walk again. She was warned not to move around too much to let her body get used to the fact it was no longer bed ridden but as soon as she could walk, Cecilia had called her into her shared chambers with Balgruuf.

She entered the room, clad in tight pants and a shirt. She was not allowed to put her armor on as her body couldn't handle weight just yet.

"I am here, my lad-" Her words died in her mouth as she saw the sight that lay before her. Seated on the bed was Balgruuf, naked and bare, low groans escaping his lips as Cecilia knelt before him, her clothes dishevelled and her tongue wrapped around his cock. Her head bobbed up and down, loud wet noises coming from her lips. She pulled back, her tongue snaking around his head before she moved down slightly to suck at his balls.

Balgruuf groaned.

Irileth's eyes widened, her cheeks greying with her blood. Cecilia, noticing that she was there, stopped her ministrations. She brought her mouth out with a pop, a thin trail of saliva connecting her. She would rise to her full height to turn at Irileth. Her shirt was unbuttoned, letting the housecarl have good and long look of her breasts, moderately-sized and with bright pink nipples that were hard. Her stomach was toned, from long hours of exercise. She was wet with sweat, making her shirt hug her smooth and creamy skin some more.

The Dunmer gulped, standing at attention. "I have been called," she said, in a professional voice. From his seat, Balgruuf watched impassively, his length out and hard.

"That you have," Cecilia said, sauntering over to her, her shapely hips swaying with each step. She rounded around Irileth, her eyes hungrily and nakedly scanning the Dunmer's petite body. Irileth felt violated....but excited.

''You know, I've always preferred men than women," Cecilia confessed to her. Irileth's breath hitched in her throat as Cecilia fully rounded around her, pressing against her back, her breasts squeezing behind her. "But women...women are fine too."

A low moan escaped Irileth's lips as she felt Cecilia exhale against her neck. Just as she was about to say something, she moaned again as Cecilia grabbed at her breasts, kneading and fondling her, smooth fingers playing at her hardening nipples. Balgruuf now stood up to his full height, making his way to Irileth and before she knew it, his lips crashed against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, his hard length pressing against her stomach.

Cecilia retreated from her breasts to pull down her pants. She moaned into Balgruuf's mouth, her pussy rapidly moistening from excitement. Baglruuf pulled back, just in time as Irileth squeaked, Cecilia slapping her ass with a leather-gloved hand. Her legs threatened to shake as she felt Cecilia's tongue on her rear, her hands massaging her thighs. Balgruuf then knelt before her. his hands wrapping around her waist as he

Oh

"Muthsera," Irileth whispered as Balgruuf and Cecilia leaned in, exhaling long and hot breaths against her bare clit. And just as she thought that was the end of it, they both leaned in, tongues moving and exploring her vulva, long and hot tongues tasting her bare flesh. Lewd and loud moans escaped her lips, her hand wrapping around Balgruuf's hair.

Her eyes widened when Cecilia slapped her ass, earning a whimper from her mouth. Just as she was slapped, Balgruuf's mouth wrapped around her hard clit and engulfed her with his tongue, his fingers reaching into her hungry pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her fingers grabbing at Balgruuf's hair, moaning and whimpering so delicately. Dunmeri flowed freely from her mouth, her pussy going ever so close to...

She did not say more, her body shuddering as she orgasmed from Balgruuf and Cecilia having their way with her pussy, a low, moaning whimper leaving her lips, her legs shivering as she collapsed on her knees. Above her, Balgruuf licked his lips, her wetness still present on him. Cecilia's now bare legs trailed around Irileth, her path heading for her husband. She had to stand up on her toes just to reach the Nord who bent down to kiss her, their lips wrapping in one sloppy kiss. As they kissed, Cecilia's hand wrapped around Balgruuf's length, jerking him off slowly at first, only to increase in volume.

The Imperial was the first to pull back from their kissing, smirking. "She's sweet," Cecilia remarked, her voice sultry.

Irileth could only shudder on her knees.

Cecilia gasped as Balgruuf's hand wrapped around her ass, squeezing her shapely rear gently. "Blow me," Balgruuf commanded. He glanced back to Irileth. "The two of you,"

Cecilia trailed one long finger down his shaft. "As the king commands," she whispered into his ear. Balgruuf walked back and sat on the bed, his legs open and his cock out and hard, bulging with excitement. Cecilia knelt before him and without warning, she descended on her husband's cock with her bright red lips, sucking furiously and long, earning hot moans from Balgruuf. Not looking to be beaten, Irileth went on all fours to Cecilia's side, her mouth wrapping around Balgruuf's balls. Her fingers weren't idle however, jerking off the remaining length that Cecilia couldn't suck.

"Worship it," moaned Balgruuf. Cecilia moaned her affirmation, her head bobbing up and down even faster. Then, she stopped as she brought her mouth out, saliva trailing her lips. Irileth saw her chance and descended on Balgruuf, tasting both her master's cock but also Cecilia's mouth as well. She sucked long and hard, lewd wet sounds echoing in the Solar. Cecilia stood up and set next to Balgruuf, her lips rushing for Balgruuf's own. She moaned into his mouth, the nord's hand reaching between her legs and masturbating her hot and wet pussy.

They kept this up, Balgruuf picking up the pace and running circles around Cecilia's clit. Her back buckled, her legs kicking up as insane pleasure coursed through her body. Irileth for her part ran her own finger on her clit, her fingers feeling the sheer wetness from her pussy. She moaned into Balgruuf's cock, her feeling closer and closer to cumming. And not just her...

Balgruuf was throbbing in her mouth, his cock becoming harder and harder. He was going to cum, and Irileth was going to take it all.

The three lovers shuddered as they all came. Irileth whimpered as her pussy exploded, her mouth filled with hot and thick cum that dripped messily down the floor. Cecilia screamed into Balgruuf's mouth, her legs shuddering and shaking as she squirted into Balgruuf's hand. She pulled back  from their kiss, a hot messy trail connecting them. Her cheeks were fully red, sweat dripped down her brow and her chest greedily sucked in air. Balgruuf collapsed back on the bed, his breathing hitched. Cecilia and Irileth's eyes met. They nodded as they went back up, sitting up on the bed and licking away at Balgruuf's cock.

Balgruuf moaned low, his length sensitive after cumming so hard. But the women did not care and they licked him up, his blood rushing back into his length.

"I will let you ride him, it's your reward," Cecilia said, pulling back slightly.

Irileth did not need convincing, maneuvering herself right on top Balgruuf's stomach, her breasts pressing against his bare chest. Their eyes met after being so far away for so long. Strong and rough hands trailed around her waist as she first started grinding against his hard length. She kept this up before finally pulling herself back and slowly by slowly took in Balgruuf's hard length.

Irileth feverishly whispered Dunmeri again as she slowly picked up the pace, her hips bouncing up and down, her inner walls wrapping themselves with Balgruuf's cock, her ass jiggling with each motion. Cecilia did not stay idle however, crawling and climbing over Balgruuf, her pussy hovering before his mouth. Her husband immediately attacked, his tongue licking up her vulva in long smooth strokes, leaning in to suck at her clit. Irileth and Cecilia moaned, their cries of pleasure reaching a fever pitch. The two women held hands, their chests pressing against each other as their tongues wrapped in a hot embrace, their whimpers muted by their kissing lips.

Irileth was the first to break, pulling out of the kiss, her mouth moaning long and hard, her head resting against Cecilia's shoulder. "Muthsera....sera...!" Irileth cried out, her cheeks grey with blood, her tongue lolling out of her lips. Balgruuf's hands tugged at Cecilia's hips, his own tongue going even faster eating out his wife, Nibenese flying out of her cherry red lips.

It did not take long for the women to cum, pleasured shrieks coursing through the room, their pussies hot and wet from ecstasy. Cecilia collapsed on her side, shuddering and gasping for breath, Irileth on top of Balgruuf, her entire being sensitive to the touch. Her eyes widened however when Balgruuf flipped them around, making her lie on her back. They widened some more when she saw that he was still inside of her, still hard.

"I'm not done just yet," Balgruuf growled.

"But I just came!" she protested.

He smiled.

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A/N: And so, we end this arc with an Irileth W. Now and finally, we can get back into the big leagues.

Edit 1: Updooted to be a tad bit longer.