"Ah...AH! Uh...right there...come on..." Veria tried her best not to moan with the pleasure that threatened to come to full climax. If the night watch discovered them, it would spell trouble for them both. Veria's father would have her head if he knew about this, or any of her encounters for that matter. Balgrim was married, but he and Veria had lusted after each other for weeks, sending little messages with their eyes. A twitch of the brow, and accidental sweep of the hand. It didn't take either of them long to start imagining the other beside them in the night, faces flush with heat and bodies slick with passion.

It took even less time to rendezvous behind the shop. They couldn't wait any longer, and neither of them had safe places to have their way, so upon laying eyes on each other they threw down into an abandoned cart full of hay. Veria was still wearing her dress, but she was bare of any undergarments. It was a simple slip of the trousers and Balgrim was finally where she'd longed for him.

Her fingernails dug into the fabric of his expensive robes. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, and his jaw dripped with saliva as he clenched his teeth to do the same.
"Come...come..." she breathed raggedly. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck as he got closer and closer to- "AH!" They both were struck silent at the climax. As always, it filled Veria with the feeling that she needed nothing. It filled her pores and elated her senses. It was perfect.

But something was missing. This moment, these fleeting seconds, needed something. Something more. Something harder.
"OW!" Balgrim drew back suddenly, cutting the already brief ecstasy short. He swept a hand over he ear and neck. "What the hell?"
"More," she said quietly, pulling him in again. "One more. Again. Please-""You bit me, you bitch!" He shoved her away.

He jumped off the cart and tucked his parts back into his trousers. Once he was righted again he glared at Veria.
"If I see you again," he said. "You'll regret it."
"Balgrim-"
"Shove off, bitch."

Veria waited for Balgrim to disappear around the corner before getting out the cart. She was still quite damp, and he had left her in a very soiled state. She had to get home and clean herself without the guards noticing. It was an easy enough task for one as experienced in such matters as Veria. She darted from shadow to shadow, expertly evading any curious eyes.

Within a few minutes she was safe back home. Her father was fast asleep. She cleaned herself and climbed into bed without anyone noticing her little adventure into the midnight alleys of Windhelm. It was quite a feat, considering the distance between that alley and her home. She in fact had to get across town, over the bridge and to the farms without anyone noticing. She was fairly impressed with her own skill.

Veria stared at the ceiling and sighed. These men were all the same. Perfect for a night or two of pleasure, but the moment she tried to bite or claw or even lick they would shove her away and refuse to see her again. Had they been unmarried men she would have had a bit of a problem on her hands, but since revealing their nights with her would reveal their own treachery, they kept quiet.

She rolled over in bed and planned out her next move. Balgrim was over and done with. A shame, she would have liked to make a long affair of it. Dodging the guards and his wife, love in the hay and under the bridge. Maybe even chancing a night in his own bed, where his wife usually lay. It would have been fun. But alas, the lust between them was ended and now she had fewer options. It was risky to try laying with another man in town. Rumors might begin. Seducing an adventurer or traveling merchant would be easy enough, but they didn't come around often and they were often an unreliable sort.

Too tired now to think, Veria sighed and finally allowed herself to drift off to sleep.