Her orgasm was intense. She wasn't sure if it was due to her skill alone, or the fact that she knew what was coming next, but either way, it was what it was. She tossed her head back and groaned at the ceiling. The Dunmer male beneath her, gripped her hips and held on tightly, thrusting up into her, trying to get his; thanks to her spasming internal muscles, it didn't take too long... He gritted his teeth and tried to lift her off, but she held on to him. Panicking, he glared at her, but her icy eyes met his with a calm reassurance.
"I'm safe, I promise. I have potions for this sort of thing. Just let go."
He looked worried and skeptical, but couldn't have held back if he wanted to. His warm seed exploded into her vaginal canal in spasmic bursts; Natesse could've swore she felt it coating her insides. It wasn't until the gooey mess had began to leak out of her and into a sticky puddle on the bottom sheets did he collapse back onto the pillows, spent. She lifted herself off of his flaccid manhood and gave a small grimace at the mess that was made. Regardless of her profession, she still could barely stand the sight of dripping semen; it turned her stomach. Taking the top sheets with her, she disappeared into the washroom to clean up.
When she returned, the Dunmer was getting dressed. She glanced at the side table: he'd dropped several septims there, barely enough to cover the price to rent the room. She smirked; having pegged him a cheapskate from the very beginning, she'd accounted for this chain of events. He looked up and over his shoulder, and grunted at her. He was like all the rest: she was a beautiful full flower in one moment, and after the deed was done, she was a disgusting piece of trash. Natesse knew the drill and it had long since stopped effecting her.
"There's your coin, whore. That was about the worth of what you put out. You've been used too much today for me to enjoy it."
She grinned. And scooped it up, dropping it into her coinpurse. The Dunmer finished strapping on his dragonplate armor; he'd been an adventurer, just in town from exploring a Nordic ruin. She'd seen him trot his horse into town, and stop off at the armorer. judging from the large, heavy sack he toted, he had found a lot of valuable weapons and looked to sell them for some coin...which he did. He emerged from the shop with only one item, a broken war-axe that he simply dropped on the ground. He was arrogant, that much was obvious... She watched him shove past the beggars that asked him for coin, having seen exactly what Natesse had. They were doing it wrong, she thought to herself. So, so wrong...
She waited, patiently, as he went from shop to shop, only emerging with small packages. Potions only it seemed, but no new weapons or armor. The steel greatsword strapped to his back needed to be replaced, or at least needed a good buffing, but he did nothing of the sort. So, in addition to being selfish, he was cheap. This would work out great. Eventually, he made his way to the inn. Great-Comfort, a dear friend of Natesse's was outside, drawing a crowd with her sensual dancing. The girl was good, this was no doubt, but sadly, she hadn't gotten any takers tonight. Natesse knew that she would share her spoils with her friend once they had been won.
"Dos lor dwalc... Ssrig'luin fol tar'annen?" ("You look lonley... Need some company?")
The Dunmer stopped, and looked around. Natesse smiled at him. He smirked back, impressed. Not many Bosmer knew the arcane language of the Dunmer. He approached her, not at all subtly. Had she not been so strapped for coin, she'd have laughed aloud; his swagger was ridiculously exaggerated.
"Ele naut? Whol l' ditronw price, nindel zhah." ("Why not? For the right price, that is.")
Crossing her arms, she gave him a sweet smile. Her breasts pushed together, accentuating her cleavage. This had the desired affect; he couldn't bear to not look. She ran a finger down his armored chest, her eyes flashing seductively.
"My prices are always, always fair."
That was all it took. He'd wined and dined her, boasting of his brave exploits (which almost bored her to tears, and he had A LOT to say. This was probably the only way anyone would listen to him: if he paid them to) and now here he was, dismissing her like a dead mudcrab. She slid up behind him, breathing lightly against his ear.
"I'll do better next time..."
He swatted her away and made for the door. He opened it and stood in the frame, a look of disgust on his face.
"Next time? I don't bed my own sloppy seconds. I wouldn't touch you again for a thousands septims. Heh. Not that I need that much now."
Natesse approached him again; here it was, the crescendo of her score.
"That's so sad. Well, I suppose I should thank you, then. Thank you for the lovely evening... The food, the wine...the tales...and thank you for paying my next month's rent, and next month's feeding expenses...oh, and most of all, thank you for being so dull."
He looked confused for a second, then his eyes got wide. He reached inside his armor for his coinpurse, heavy with septims from his haul...It was gone, as was the sack of small gems and gold ore he'd mined himself. He snapped his gaze back to Natesse, who still had on her serene smile, and it dawned on him.
"You...you thieving bitch!"
He was reaching for his greatsword (not a very practical weapon for this setting, as it were) when Natesse stepped in, warped her arms around him, her hand holding the back of his head, keeping his mouth to hers, and kissed him. He flailed in rage for a brief moment, then suddenly stilled, his tensed muscles melting into neutrality. He glowed with a cool blue light that faded slowly as if sinking into his flesh. Natesse let him go and stepped back. He was staring dumbly at her, still, but definitely calm. She pushed gently on his chest and he took a few steps back, out of her room and into the hallway beyond the door.
"Goodbye, brave adventurer. May great fortunes find you on your travels, then bring you back to me."
And with that, she shut the door.
((OMG sorry for the book, guys. I just got SO into it....))