Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

AN: This one was inspired by my thoughts on Heming Black-Briar and his apparent sense of self entitlement about Talen-Jei and how he doesn't appear to take no for an answer.

It happened when she was cleaning his room.

She had expected Heming to show up. That was fast becoming normal. The sixteen year old heir to the Black-Briar had made his interest in her very clear and she had rejected all of his advances thus far.

"Assirari," he began. "Have you given any further thought to my offer?"

"Young sire, you flatter me with your attention," she said, pretending to blush. (It was, of course, impossible to tell with her gray Dunmer skin.) "But I must sadly decline once more. Your mother has given me this wonderful chance to escape the Gray Quarter of Whiterun. (Not strictly true. It had been just as much the consequences of Assirari's own actions that had allowed her to find work in Riften.) It would ill behoove me to seduce her son. She would accuse me of taking advantage of you and I cannot risk that."

"You should really take me up on my offer," he said and there was something in his tone that mader her sharply look up.

"Sire…?"

"I am the heir to the Black-Briar brewery. You work for MY family!" He said, his eyes flashing angrily as he stepped closer. Assirari stepped back, tripping and falling onto his bed and twinge of fear erupted in her stomach.

"Sire…" she began, not entirely sure what to say as she began to get up. Her vision suddenly exploded as he struck her across the face and knocked her back down.

"I am your master, your superior," he continued, his voice rising as he grabbed her wrists in one hand and forced them above her head. He loomed over her and suddenly she let out a terrified scream. She desperately tried to pull her arms out, but he was strong. Far too strong.

Suddenly there was a blade at her throat.

"Stay quiet!" he hissed and he began to slash away at her dress and Assirari felt the cold air on her now exposed stomach and chest.

"What's going on here?"

Assirari felt the tension leave her body as Sibbi Black-Briar spoke. Surely she could now make her escape. She felt Heming's grip loosen.

"This is none of your business brother," he hissed and Sibbi sighed.

"You're holding your maidservant down on your bed. I would hardly call that an unimportant detail," he said as he stepped into the room and shut the door.

"You always were too impatient little brother," he said, pulling Assirari out of his grip and to her feet. Still feeling weak, she fell against him. "You always have to rush things."

"What do you think you're doing?" Heming hissed and Sibbi smirked.

"Why...simply showing you the fun of savouring a girl's delights," he said, ripping away the top part of Assirari's dress. With a scream, she leapt back, arms instinctively covering her breasts. Sibbi smirked at his brother.

"Now," he said, a predatory look in his eyes. "Shall we do this properly?"

Heming nodded and the two men advanced on the terrified Dunmer servant girl.