I could get used to it.

"See that ruin up there? Bleak Falls Barrow. I never understood how my sister could live in the shadow of that place." Ralof asked, still leaning on me for support.

It was hard to ignore, built in the same stones as the dark mountain itself, it looked like the earth itself reached upwards, spindly fingers trying to cage the sky. Was it some temple to Kyraneth? Or a monument in mockery of her. Skyrim was old and much of its history was unfamiliar to me yet.

"...I see it." I say back. I gave Ralof a light squeeze, a gesture of ignorant support. "A tomb then?" I ask, guessing from there.

"One of the old ones, from the age of the Dragon Priests." I try to hide my expression of doubt, turning my head up to look towards that mountain still.

"Right. Bad."

We kept walking, moving slow through the mountain roads, with no sign of imperial or beast to haunt us. The trees and flowers were pleasant, and after the previous days events, seemed ever more vibrant, an apology from the very Earth Bones.

We went around the bend, a lively river rushing in the valley below, and a curious ruin just off the side of the path. "... The Guardian Stones. Three of the thirteen ancient stones dotting Skyrim's Landscape." The stone was old, and looked of the same quarry as the barrow, though here, in a size no taller than two men, they looked less threatening. More a reminder of the earth's embrace than some kind of cage.

"Go ahead, see for yourself." Ralof said, gesturing me towards the stones. There was much I could read into the expression. He was proud of these stones and had visited them dozens of times before. They were familiar, part of his childhood even, and at this moment he was wanting to show them off. He wasn't showing me some ruin out of academic interest, he was showing me part of himself.

It was cute.

I lead him along slowly towards the stones, examining each in turn. There were drawings, almost archetypal, a thief, a mage and a warrior. In the Legion I had served as a soldier. In its aftermath, I had starved as a thief. There was something appealing about the last figure, or maybe it was just the way the mage stone stood central framed by the others, the winding river providing a soothing backdrop.

"Mage eh? Well to each their own…"

Ralof started to say, before I reached down and lifted the man off the ground entirely, pinning him back against the mage stone, leaving his feet dangling and kicking back against the dark granite.

"...what are you?" It was time for some new memories, a new start. One hand was enough to keep him pinned there, though I couldn't do it for long. Ralof himself reaching out to grasp my arm and shoulders, trying to keep himself steady. With my other hand, I undid his belt and pulled it loose, tugging down on his pants, finally revealing my prize.

Ralof's cock, still a bit shrunken from the morning chill, but beautiful nonetheless. "I could use a bit of magic." I said with a toothy grin. Ralof laughed. People tend to laugh at your jokes when you are about to suck their cock. Another lesson from the Legion.

I brought my hand back to better pin the Nord against the ancient stone, before bringing my face in, to rub across Ralof's cock, enjoying the warmth of it, the softness, the tenderness of skin. Inhaling the scent of him, surely rank from the dungeons, but in this moment, the perfume of the finest of flowers. The little twitches their own reward as I finally extended my tongue and dragged it along the side of his cock, tasting him, that reassuring taste of skin, that tang of sweat.

"Yes... this will do nicely." I purr up at him, eyes looking up at Ralof, letting him be tall for once, my little giant as I turn about and open my mouth, slowly taking his cock inside. Though I didn't voice such out loud, Ralof's cock reminded me of a clit, the same sort of head, the slow engorgement, the way the skin would try and hug it. The way Ralof would contort as I pleased him.

"I..." Ralof tried to speak, but his hardening cock had praise enough for me. Getting large enough that it was growing unwieldy, though by no means the largest I had seen. I took my joy in playing with him, taking my time. While fellatio was often seen as a servile act, I had always enjoyed the sense of control from it.

I dragged my tongue along the underside, tracing out all the little veins, that tightness of skin before the glans. The taste was more potent now, my tongue glazed in Ralof's precum, the Nord getting ever closer. I closed my eyes, relishing all the little sensations, even as Ralof would slap my shoulders in eagerness.

I took Ralof inside fully as he finally convulsed, shooting a few ropes of seed into my mouth. "Narzol... look!" He called out, and I finally opened my eyes, looking up at him as I swallowed down his issue. The mage stone was glowing now, its inscriptions marked in a haunting light, as a pillar of sickly blue reached up into the sky.

I pulled back, and wiped my face off against Ralof's thigh. "Er... did we do that?" I asked guiltily.

"I tried to get your attention!" Ralof said, before stumbling into a laugh. Cocksucking, the key to comedy.

"Well... I guess whatever happened, happened." I said with a shrug, before starting to lower Ralof down. He was oddly easy to move. "What is this?" I said, stepping away from the stone, dragging Ralof with me. He was as light as a feather.

"What are you even talking about?" Ralof asked, pushing away from me to try and stand on his own two feet. And he pushed away, but he didn't fall, just floating there in space, slowly drifting away.

"Some kind of spell maybe?" I would ask, before stepping forward and grabbing his foot, not wanting him to drift over the hill-side and the river below.

“Did you cast it?” Ralof would ask.

“I don’t think so? Maybe the stone did?” I had considered just letting him down and finally seeing his sister... but this brought other ideas to mind. I flipped him over, face down, suspended in the air and facing away from me.

“What are you doing?” Ralof asked, squirming in the air, barely moving with nothing to kick off of.

“Enjoying myself, of course.” I said with a chuckle, watching his bare ass wriggling in the air. I reached down, pulling down my own pants, the well-worn fabric becoming more suggestion than effective covering at this point.

Already rigid with all the buildup of the morning's blowjob, I ran my cock along Ralof's exposed thighs, pressing it finally against Ralof's ass cheeks, enough of a push that Ralof started to float away weightless, before I pulled him right back.

"Careful..." Ralof cautioned. "Still a little sore from last night." I nodded, and kept things slow, holding Ralof there with a hand, before I slowly pushed my cock back inside of him, feeling that welcome bit of resistance, that lovely yield as Ralof stretched about me.

"Ngghh...." I said, not quite making a growl, but a voice of appreciation nonetheless. It was strange watching Ralof float there, every thrust I made into him sending him drifting, before I pulled him back upon me. Like fucking the air itself, if the air was warm and constricting.

Ralof himself reached out with his legs, scissoring them against my back to try and hold on better, to pull himself back after I pushed him away. "Just... woah, steady there, don't know how long this spell is going to last." He grunted, as I made a particularly deep thrust. His hair started to rise up in a cloud about his face.

Usually there is a weight to people, even the slightest of mer. There is effort to lifting them up, there is exertion, moving not only my body but theirs as well. It gets tiring, but this, it was as if the only one I had to move was me, and it was a joy to indulge, whatever strange magical curse was behind it.

"You really got to warn a man first." Ralof said between thrusts. "But... is nice." I nodded, I should have given more buildup and with as tight as his ass was around me, more lubricant wouldn't have hurt. I pulled him off my cock a moment, leaving Ralof floating in the air, before grabbing the last Majicka potion and pouring it across my cock. I could have sold these at town, but I always preferred the immediate reward.

I twisted him about, face up, before pushing back into him again, enjoying watching that small bulge along his abdomen with each full thrust. Ralof, the recovering top, flailing his hands about, not even having ground to brace himself as I fucked him in the air.

We were just off the road, rather exposed, and I heard a snap of branches, but when I turned my head, nobody was there. We might have attracted a crowd, but I wasn't about to stop. As long as it wasn't Ralof's sister watching, I saw no need to stop.

...I might have even kept going if she was watching. Lokir and I had done far worse in our time together. There was a pang of guilt, but I drowned it in Ralof's moans. The smile on the man's face, and the mane of unruly hair didn't hurt either.

Finally, I hit my peak, embedding myself fully inside Ralof, and letting my cum pour out into him, in that moment everything was right in the universe, all my problems reduced to the mere steps along the path. The destination, an ecstasy. But the moment ended.

And in the next moment, Ralof was heavy again. I lunged forward, trying to grab him in my arms so he didn't fall completely, but in the process, the two of us fell to the ground, him pinned underneath me. It was a worthy enough excuse to keep going. By the time I was done, his limp had gotten worse.

My outfit was soaked through with not just blood, but multiple occasions of sweat, I smelled of sex and Ralof, my shirt and pants had a few dozen tears and holes besides. Part of me wondered if we should even see his sister today at all.

Gerdur

Gerdur was a demanding, no-nonsense woman, who was glaring more than daggers at me. Seeing right through whatever bullshit I was about to tell her. It was best to let her and Ralof do the talking.

"Now, Ralof, what's going on? You two look pretty well done in." Again a glare.

Ralof told most of the story, the imperials, the dragons, how I saved his life. He left out the heated moments, and Gerdur was kind enough, or tired enough, not to ask. The whole time, a wood elf watched from the side of the mill, pretending to work, but timing his axe swings such that he could overhear most of the conversation.

Finally, the conversation came around to what comes next.

"Nonsense. You and your friend are welcome to stay as long as you need." She looked me up and down. "After you have had a bath. And a change of clothes." The wood elf tried to hide their laughter with a cough.

"Right, is there a store here in town?" I asked, looking to Gerdur.

"Riverwood Traders, Lucan's place, he is going to try and fleece you, but say I sent you, and he should give some mercy, and then swing by the inn for a bath."

I nodded, looking between the two of them, waiting for the conversation to continue. It didn't. Ralof coughed. "I'll see you around Narzol, I should catch up with Gerdur some." Likely about to be lectured by her if his expression was any indication.

"Right. Ralof." I moved towards him for a hug, but then stopped myself. Not here. The Ralof I had seen before was private. A secret. Maybe one to be revisited, but not around family.

I walked away with a bag of pity septims. I was sure Ralof and I would meet up again, likely even hookup, but our relationship wasn't going anywhere public. It's okay. It didn't mean anything. I was still mourning Lokir. I didn't have time for a rebound. It was just a quick fuck in a stressful situation.

If only his hair hadn't looked so nice.