NOVEL NEXT Chapter 43: The Businesswoman
We’re off the rails now, I can’t help thinking, even as we follow Maven over to Black-Briar Lodge. As we step in the door, the woman pulls aside a servant and whispers to them, though of course I hear her with ease with my enhanced senses.
“Get my daughter, Ingun. Tell her it’s critical that she attend to me as soon as possible.”
“Y-Yes Lady Black-Briar!”
With that out of the way, Maven leads us into an extravagant sitting room, where we’re served drinks and food, as she looks to the two of us assessingly, consideringly.
“… I know who you both are, of course. How could I not? The Dragonborn and her Companion… who just so happens to be both the Thane of Whiterun and the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold.”
I’m caught a little flat-footed. I mean, it makes sense, but this definitely isn’t how this interaction is meant to go in the game. In the game, Maven is completely dismissive of you. But here and now? She sees us for who we really are. Its jarring, but not all that unwelcome, even as I sip from my drink and give her a smile.
“Well now, someone did their homework.”
At the same time, I’m soaking in her appearance properly. Maven Black-Briar, in this world I find myself in, looks an awful lot like a cross between a Yennefer with stronger cheekbones, and a grown-up Wednesday Addams. That’s the best approximation I can give for her appearance, and I must admit, I like what I see. She’s gorgeous and the kind of woman who knows it and is willing to use her beauty for her purposes.
“I would be a poor businesswoman if I did not keep abreast of the going ons in the Province. Still, it does beg the question… what are you two doing in Riften? And working for the Thieves Guild, no less. Brynjolf might be oblivious to your true nature, but I assure you, Mercer Frey will have an idea of who you are soon enough, and he’ll be just as suspicious as I am.”
I glance over at Svanna, but it’s clear that the Dragonborn isn’t in the mood for politics. She IS eating Maven’s snacks though, accepting the tribute as given, even as she throws the woman herself hungry glances every once in a while. I just hum and consider how I want to play this. We’re not in any sort of quest territory right now… we’re making up the narrative as we go along at the moment, just as I did back in Winterhold.
Hm, could I be sure that I could get back to the main Thieves Guild Questline, if I decided to go fully off the rails and bring Maven on board, so to speak? No, probably not. Did I care? Eh, worst case scenario, I just needed to get Karliah and brainwash her into bringing me and Svanna to the Twilight Sepulcher. Or maybe just kill Mercer and take the Skeleton Key there ourselves to get that direct audience with Nocturnal I was looking for.
Now that I was leveling up so fast, and even this conversation with Maven was actually leveling me up with my Speech Skill rapidly reaching One Thousand, I actually wasn’t as afraid of interacting with Daedric Princes as I had been before. And out of all of them, I still felt like Nocturnal was a safer bet then most.
Considering all of this for half a moment, I incline my head towards Maven and tell her… the truth, after a fashion.
“Mercer Frey is why we’re here. He’s betrayed you, Lady Black-Briar.”
Maven’s eyes widen at that, and her jaw clenches. Before she can reply, our conversation is interrupted by another Black-Briar stepping into the sitting room. Ingun Black-Briar is a younger version of her mother, with a beautiful complexion, long black hair that cascades down her shoulders, and a gold and red dress with a low-cut to it. She’s certainly gorgeous, even as she hesitates just inside of the doorway, looking over us all, her eyes widening at the sight of me, my new aura washing over her.
“A-Ah… mother?”
“Ah yes, Ingun. Attend to Arch-Mage Vayral. He is a very special guest. Make him feel at home.”
Maven’s clipped tone barely hides how shaken she is by my revelations. I, meanwhile, raise a brow as Ingun blushes fairly hard, looking like she wants to protest for a moment… before her eyes dip down to my crotch and she bites her lower lip suggestively. No… surely not.
And yet, it’s exactly what it sounds like. Ingun walks over, and the young woman, an aspiring alchemist from what I remember from the game, drops to her knees before me, deftly undoing my pants and pulling out my golden Altmer cock. She’s sucking on it a moment later, much to both mine and Svanna’s shock. A glance over at my Dragonborn shows she’s staring at Ingun in disbelief, the next bite of food halfway to her open mouth.
After a beat, Svanna looks to me questioningly, but I shake my head. This situation might seem fairly normal given the way we lived our lives, but no, it really isn’t. It’s incredibly surreal… because I have not cast a single ounce of Charm Magic on either Maven or her daughter. The two Black-Briar women have experienced no direct magic from me. But then, the key word there is Direct, isn’t it?
“Do not slack, Ingun. Give Master Vayral your FULL attention.”
“… Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
As Ingun begins to outright face fuck herself upon my cock, I tear my attention away from her and raise an eyebrow at Maven. The Black-Briar Matriarch just smiles thinly.
“You were saying? Mercer Frey has betrayed me.”
“Mercer Frey has betrayed everyone but himself. He murdered the old Guild Leader, Gallus Desidenius, and then pinned that on Gallus’ lover, Karliah. Now, I’m sure a businesswoman such as yourself could care less for such internal power struggles… save for how it’s undoubtedly been impacting your bottom line.”
Maven’s lips thin out but she nods and motions for me to continue. While I could just end this in a moment with Charm Magic, I’m still getting Speech Skill Ups… and honestly, it’s a rather novel feeling, to be treating someone besides Svanna like an equal for once. Of course, if Maven had been her normal bitchy self, I’d probably have been less inclined to be kind to her, but at the moment, this Maven Black-Briar was showing a far larger degree of intelligence then the one in the game. She understood the power that Svanna and I combined represented. I liked that.
“Put bluntly, when Mercer betrayed Gallus, he also betrayed the Thieves Guild by stabbing Nocturnal, a Daedric Prince, in the back. The curse that the Thieves Guild suffers from, and that has in turn impacted your business more than a few times over the last decades I’m sure, comes from that. Nocturnal is none too happy.”
Maven takes this in, even as Ingun’s frantic gagging continues to fill the room with background noise, the young woman positively throating herself on my cock, drool and saliva flowing down off of her chin and into her cleavage at this point as she clings to my legs for support.
“… I see. And the two of you are… agents of Nocturnal, sent to set things, right?”
Glancing to Svanna, I chuckle and shake my head.
“No, consider us concerned Third Parties who have become aware of the situation and would like to see it resolved. No, the agent of Nocturnal is the one you’re currently struggling to deal with at the moment. The same woman who bought out Aringoth, and who funded the opening of the Honningbrew Meadery that you’re going to have us take care of for you. Karliah is behind all of it, an instrument of Nocturnal’s Will upon this world, and until Mercer is dealt with, she will not be easily stopped.”
I say this all with a certain amount of gravitas, not letting a single ounce of my true feelings show. In reality, Karliah’s entire plan is ridiculous, and the fact that it’s taken her twenty five years to do anything about… anything is also ridiculous. She has Gallus’ Journal for fuck’s sake, a Journal in Falmer. And she hasn’t managed to find a translator in A QUARTER OF A CENTURY?!
Still, as ridiculous as her scheme was, I remember her enemies in the game, Brynjolf, Maven, and even Mercer, all being unduly impressed. Indeed, even now, Maven rocks back in her chair, eyes widening slightly as her breath hitches. Of course, part of her breath hitching could have to do with her eyes darting down to where her daughter is choking on my cock even now, for the briefest of moments.
I’m half-expecting Maven to take over for Ingun at some point, even without me using any Charm Magic. But no, the beautiful businesswoman stays where she is, even as she works her jaw for a moment before slowly nodding.
“You know all of this, but you are still speaking with me. This leads me to believe that you are not completely inured to my plight. Mercer must be dealt with, if what you say is true, but before all of that, Honningbrew Meadery cannot be allowed to establish a foothold in Whiterun. I suppose I now know how exactly they managed to get the place up and running so quickly, if they have the agent of a Daedric Prince backing them… still, will you help me put them out of business?”
And there it is. In spite of all of this, we were still being offered the chance to get back on the rails. And to be frank? I was going to take it. Not because I cared about Honningbrew Meadery or anything like that, nor even because I cared all that much about making Maven happy. I was enjoying this little game, where I acted like she was actually a peer and she in turn showed me the respect she thought I was due, but ultimately, it was all just fluff.
The real reason I was going to take this opportunity was because it would put Svanna and I back in Whiterun and allow us a chance to say hi to the pets we’d left behind there. And so, pointedly placing a hand on the back of her daughter’s head and driving Ingun down into my cock even further, I give Maven a broad grin and a nod.
“But of course. Just because Mercer is our enemy, doesn’t mean Karliah is a friend. Her methods are unduly messy, and her vengeance is hitting more than just Mercer. We’ll handle Honningbrew and put Karliah on the backfoot while lulling Mercer into a false sense of security at the same time. Now, I assume you already have a man in place, over in Whiterun?”
“Gaaaaaaghk! Huuuughlk!!!”
As Ingun struggles upon my cock, her throat flexing and the lack of oxygen slowly but surely getting to her, Maven’s eyes flicker down to her daughter again, showing the faintest bit of concern for the younger Black-Briar. And yet, ultimately, she makes no comment, merely nodding instead.
“Yes, head to the Bannered Mare and look for Mallus Maccius. He’ll fill you in on all the details. In the meantime… I leave my daughter to show you out. You can stay as long as you need to… take advantage of her hospitality, though.”
And with that, Maven stands and inclines her head before exiting the room. Her swift exit leaves me watching her swaying backside as she goes and makes me wonder just how much she’s fleeing because she needs to get somewhere private where she can let her mask of professionalism slip away. The mental image of Maven Black-Briar fingering herself while imagining me and Svanna having our way with her daughter is a delicious one, to be sure, and with it, I tip over the edge.
Ingun chokes mightily, as I coat her throat with my seed. The white, hot jizz squirts out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, making a complete mess of her already messy face. The rough face fucking has left tear tracks down her pretty cheeks, and her golden eyes red and watery. As I finally let her pull off of my golden cock, she coughs and hacks, sucking in deep, deep breaths as I watch her in some amusement.
“Not bad, girl.”
“…T-Thank… thank you, A-Arch-Mage.”
That’s right, Maven had made it abundantly clear that I was someone important, hadn’t she? Well, no point in letting such an opportunity go to waste, was there?
“Your mother made it abundantly clear that you are at my disposal, did she not?”
“… Yes, Arch-Mage.”
“Then stand up, remove your dress, and turn around.”
Ingun does so shakily, not moving nearly as quickly as she would have if she were under the thrall of my Charm Magic. And yet, at the same time, I’m definitely indirectly affecting her, my Speech Skill and my Illusion Auras leaving her horny as all hell, even if this wasn’t where she wanted to be, even if this wasn’t what she wanted to be doing with her life.
She does it anyways, reluctantly stripping naked and turning away from me. Before she can ask for further instructions, I grab her by the hips and pull her back, yanking her onto my cock where she sinks down with a squeal as I palm and squeeze one of her ass cheeks before giving it a hardy slap.
S-SMACK!
“Eep!”
“Your mother was quick to offer you up as a favor. Does she do that often, I wonder?”
Panting, mewling, Ingun shakes her head.
“O-Only with the m-most important guests, M-Master Vayral. An, a-ah, Arch-Mage would, mm, c-certainly qualify…”
I chuckle, even as Svanna finally finishes with her snacks and drink and allows her interest to get the better of her. As the Dragonborn stands and begins to prowl closer, I hum consideringly.
“And what about the Dragonborn?”
Ingun’s eyes must have fallen shut as I began fucking her, because she jolts now in my grasp as if they’ve just opened and seen Svanna standing right in front of her, their faces mere inches apart.
“… Y-Yes, I imagine so…”
Svanna doesn’t need any further invitation, of course. She leans in and grabs Ingun Black-Briar by the face, dragging her forward so she can begin licking my cum off of Ingun’s mouth and lips. Ingun in turn moans, her pussy walls clenching down hard around my cock and making me laugh.
“Oh my, you like that a lot, don’t you? Do a woman’s attentions appeal to you more than a man’s, I wonder?”
“O-Of course not, Master Vayral. P-Please, I…”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. After all, I find women just as appealing.”
Ingun just whimpers, no longer able to respond as Svanna goes from licking around the outside of her mouth, to insistently kissing Ingun right then and there, her tongue pushing into the young woman’s open maw and refusing to vacate the area for anything. Ingun shudders between us, trapped between an Arch-Mage and a Dragonborn, and as I fuck her hard from below, Svanna kisses her just as hard, while also grabbing and squeezing Ingun’s breasts.
In the midst of all of this, I wrap a hand around Ingun’s throat and lean in close to whisper in the beset young woman’s ear.
“When Svanna and I return, your mother will owe us greatly for our services. She’ll almost certainly try to pawn you off on us again, for a job well done. But if you wish to break free of her, then here’s what you’ll do. Are you listening?”
Ingun shakily nods, and so I whisper my plan for our return into the young Black-Briar girl’s ear. No Charm Magic, no Dream Charm, no nothing. Just plain old self-interest and greed and lust, all mixed together to make for a fun bit of schadenfreude, once we come back from Whiterun.
In the meantime, Whiterun will make for a nice little vacation, as we handle Honningbrew Meadery. I don’t expect that will take any longer than Goldenglow did… at which point, we’ll have the rest of our time in Whiterun to see Aela, Uthgerd, and Ysolda for a long overdue reunion, and some delicious good old-fashioned fun.
Afterwards, it would be time for the long-awaited confrontation between Mercer and Karliah. Somehow… I didn’t think it was going to go how either of them expected.
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