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SPOILER INFO
This fanfic novel is largely based on the events that occurred in an actual game of Skyrim I played. Therefore, it's inevitably a spoiler.
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previous day
4-201-10-10 08:19
Canal House, Bitchen, The Rift, Skyrim
I open my eyes and see Marcurio's face. He gently places one of his knees between my legs and I spread them. He sticks it in and I raise my legs to help him get deeper. Still half asleep, I notice the sounds of my followers preparing breakfast downstairs. I wonder if they can hear us. I bet they are listening carefully, inquisitive minxes as they are.
You might ask what difference does it make if I'm going to tell them every detail anyway. I don't know. I just feel better when I'm behind closed doors, so when I do tell them, I can be sure or at least believe they don't actually know it happened the way I'm telling them.
Yes, I know it's silly of me to worry about such things.
By the time Marcurio comes, I'm fully awake. With a deep sigh, he rests the full weight of his body on top of me. I place my legs around him and try to pull him into me. Just a little more and I'll have an orgasm too. No, I'm not that lucky this morning. His convulsions inside of me stop before I reach the top. Marcurio makes a move to climb off me. I hug him with my legs and arms as strongly as I can, and he remains where he is. He kisses me and I eagerly suck on his tongue. Then we just lie there until I realize we'd better get dressed before one of the girls comes upstairs under the pretext of telling us the breakfast is ready. I let my legs and arms drop, Marcurio unmounts me and we put our clothes on.
After we've eaten, we ascend to the street level where we say goodbye to Marcurio. Me and my followers exit the city proper, walk to the lake and have a refreshing bath far away from prying eyes. Then we head north, towards Windhelm. The weather is grim,
Wow. Pretty.
The blacksmith Filnjar tells us the local mine is infested with giant spiders, which is why no one can get in. It's a real economic disaster for the village. So we go in and kill the spiders. After we've reported to Filnjar, a nice woman Sylgja asks us to deliver a message to her parents who are none other than Verner and Annekke in Darkwater. Then we head north. We'll go first to Vernim Wood, then to Windhelm and take the ship to Ravenrock one more time.
On our way to Vernim Wood, we discuss our experiences from last night. I begin to think – do we really have to go against Miraak? I mean, I'm not exactly short of dragonsouls and it's not like I have much use for them. Even if Miraak should keep stealing every second dragonsoul on a regular basis, it won't be such a big deal.
On the intersection where the road coming from south meets the east-west road from Vernim Wood to Darkwater, we see a massive imp patrol. They are very alert, waiting for an attack. On the outskirts of Vernim Wood, the mood is much more relaxed. Three jolly fellows are having something like a picnic and jovially invite us to join them for a drink. Thank you, maybe next time.
Now, if we are not traveling to Solstheim today, should we proceed north to Kynesgrove and Windhelm, or west to Darkwater?
I realize I'm kind of tired of awfully important things. Let's just walk around in this nice region a bit and go to Darkwater and deliver Sylgja's letter. We won't find any roses to smell, but we can still relax a little.
As we walk to the west, towards that Dwemer ruin, I remember about our buddy the peaceful giant. I begin to think that we ought to give him a name. Giants don't have names. For all I know, they can't even speak. But we're going to name this one even if he won't be able to understand it. Not a common name. A name that doesn't sound like anything you could encounter in Skyrim. How about Billy? Yeah, say the girls, why not Billy. Sounds cute enough and exotic enough.
So, folks, that's Billy:
I didn't want to get too close, in case he won't like his new name after all. ;-)
I mean, he may not understand we want to be his friends, so we'd better not disturb him.
I'll try and get a better picture next time.
I mean, he may not understand we want to be his friends, so we'd better not disturb him.
I'll try and get a better picture next time.
I'm playing with the thought of staying here for a week or two:
On second thought, we'd probably end up having to kill an awful lot of bears, which is why it's probably not such a good idea.
In Darkwater, we give Sylgja's letter to Verner. He gives us a letter to bring back to her. We're headed north, though. Since we're so conveniently close to Fort Amol right now, this is a suitable moment to get that anxiety off my chest.
We leave Darkwater. Having crossed the bridge west of the village, we run along the road to the north. Soon I see the fort ahead. We sneak closer as carefully as we can and manage to kill everyone in the courtyard with very little damage to ourselves. "Everyone in the courtyard" – that means everyone not already dead. There are several corpses lying here and there. I dread to imagine what they may have been doing to this one:
We also clear the interiors full of frightening wizards. It requires utmost concentration and discipline from us, but it's not all that dangerous after all. Then, as the sun is setting, we run northwards again, to reach Windhelm tonight.
Almost halfway between Mixwater Mill and Windhelm, we see a half-circle-shaped structure guarded by a dog. When it attacks us, I realize it's as tall as a human being. Now that's a shock. We kill it all right, but we're dumbfound by the experience.
The ice spikes from my followers' magic staffs are too much for him,
and I also do my share with my enchanted dagger.
Those exotic-looking gauntlets are from Solstheim.
and I also do my share with my enchanted dagger.
Those exotic-looking gauntlets are from Solstheim.
The structure is called Secret Enclave. Can't be very secret, built on one of Skyrim's main roads. Something tells me not to go in there. It's getting late anyway, so we'd better just proceed to Windhelm and leave adventures for tomorrow.
I suddenly become aware of the girls staring at me like they're worried about something. "What is it, Laura?" asks Rayya. "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"What do you mean, Rayya?" Um... I feel kind of confused. Have I been daydreaming or something? I look around. Everything is normal. The road. The river. The dead giant dog. The... door. I look away quickly.
"Let's just go to Windhelm, okay?" says Lydia.
Yeah, sure. I take a quick look at myself to verify I'm wearing everything I'm supposed to. Then we start walking. The girls keep very close to me. They seem like holding themselves back not to support me under the arms. I find it funny. Then I begin to wonder if something strange really happened to me. I'm reluctant to ask the girls. Instead, I try to pretend everything is normal, and ask what's with that "4th Era" thing? Why do we say we're having the year 201 of the 4th Era ?
They tell me about the Oblivion Crisis. Oblivion – that's a realm outside of our universe where the daedras live. The emperor Martin Septim saved the world from the daedras, but lost his life in the process. He was the last Septim emperor, that's why his death is considered the beginning of a new era. The 3rd era began when Tiber Septim united the whole known world into the Empire, and it ended when the Septim dynasty died out.
The history lesson does me good. By the time we reach Windhelm, I'm completely back to my usual almost-sensible self. We go to report to Aventus first. I tell him I killed Grelod and he is jumping up and down with joy. I'm very delighted too that everything turned out so well.
It's past 10 in the evening. The shops have already closed, of course, but I can do my crafting without being disturbed. It's almost 2 o'clock by the time I finish. My boyfriend Yrsarald has already gone to sleep and I don't dare disturb him. I figure now is the right time to make love to Rayya, about which I've been fantasizing for a long time – and so has she, I've no doubt of that.
We do it in our house. It's much too cold to let Lydia and Jenassa wait outside, so I just ask them to be very quiet in the other room and close the bedroom door. Then Rayya and I get naked and caress each other on that wonderful fur of some big animal in front of the bed.
It's probably not much to look at, but our minds are filled with gentleness and intimacy. We reach a kind of profound emotional connection you can never have with a man. Well, I mean, you absolutely can have deep closeness with a man, but in a completely different way. Never mind, I'm too tired to explain. It's almost morning when I lie down on the bed, exhausted. When I feel Rayya's breasts pressing against my back, I smile without opening my eyes and fall asleep happily. This isn't exactly a double bed, but we'll manage.
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