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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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4-202-02-06 07:11
Windpeak Inn, Dånstar, The Pale, Skyrim
Gregor wants to get out of the bed, but before he can put his foot onto the floor, I grab his wrist and he lies back down. The girls get the hint and leave. While they're putting their clothes on, I'm holding Gregor's head so he can't see them. In principle, I wouldn't forbid him to have even sex with them some other time, but while he's with me, mine is the only naked body he's supposed to look at.
After the door has closed, Gregor signals me to turn to my side. Then he asks: "May I fuck your asshole?" I say no and he does it in the right hole.
Afterwards, I turn around, climb onto him and say: "If you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have said no." I hurry to close his mouth with a kiss before he can say anything.
Then I begin to get out of bed, but he takes my wrist into an iron grip. "Do you mean to say that if I had just stuck it into your asshole, you wouldn't have objected?"
I bend forward, kiss his penis, then look him in the eye and say: "Yes, that's what I mean."
He shakes his head in disbelief and lets go of my wrist. "You're hard to read, Laura."
I am? Well, maybe. I keep forgetting how stupid men are in some respects.
When we're ready to leave the room, I recall something. "Gregor, can you do me a favor?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"Next time, please call it "butthole". I mean, if you absolutely have to talk about it."
He smiles. "No problem. Can I have a bath together with you?"
I shrug. "Sure." I wonder if this is about me or my followers. We go to the taproom and I can't help grinning widely, seeing the girls are already out of the bath. Lydia's smile suggests they had anticipated precisely this.
Getting dressed after the bath, I say to Gregor: "If it makes things easier for you, then we can agree upon a rule: with our clothes on, I am the boss; when we're naked, you are the boss." Having put my second boot on, I stand up.
He nods and asks: "How about when we're partially dressed?" He sits down to get into his boots.
I throw a glance at my armor to make sure it's orderly, and reply: "You can try to undress me before I change my mind." Then I quickly run out the door.
It's past 8 o'clock, meaning some shops are already open and the rest will open soon. The alchemist Frida asks me to retrieve an alchemy-enchanting ring called Ring of Pure Mixtures her late husband had been looking for, shortly before he died. It's supposed to be in a cave east of Laintar Dale, meaning very close to where we intend to go today anyway.
In spite of many clouds in the sky, the weather is generally nice and the snowy road south of Dånstar is so beautiful I'm having tears in my eyes looking at it.
I feel ecstatic during the entire trip to the crossing where we would have to turn south towards Hviterun. The cave Frida mentioned should be nearby.
Indeed it is, and we have to fight a couple of spriggans and poison spiders and snowbears. The Ring of Pure Mixtures is surprisingly weak. I could have enchanted for Frida a ring exactly like this one.
Normally, spriggans live in warm and beautiful places with lush vegetation (even in Haafingar). This cave, however, is all snow and ice.
That poor draugr doesn't even have a shelf to lie on, let alone a coffin. This is not right.
Now we cross the north-south highway and head west towards the small village of Laintar Dale.
Halfway there, we discover a shrine of Talos. Lydia knows that thalmors spy on the storks here frequently, but right now there's nobody there except two icewraiths. I'd much rather fight thalmors, but my opinion is not asked.
In Laintar Dale, we trade with the Orc smithess Murzush and then talk a little with a middle-aged woman Margarte, the only villager who doesn't seem to be awfully busy. Then we run to Hviterun, making a brief stop at the Loreius Farm.
They're not very friendly people (in fact, our arrival interrupts an argument they're having), but I'm still happy to see they're alive and well. I wish I could do something to help them sort out their differences.
At the northern watchtower of Hviterun, everything is peaceful. Borgakh is there and seems to be thoroughly enjoying her life. The sight of her reminds me of that handsome Orc blacksmith, Lerguk. I wonder if Borgakh has met him. So I ask her. She says she has and she likes him a lot. Okay, cool. I guess it's better that way.
The guards step closer to congratulate us on killing Alduin and ask what's up and such. I inform them we've come from Winterhold via Dånstar and nothing unusual is going on up north. Then we run to the city.
My followers seem to really enjoy the attention we're getting. I succeed in escaping the crowd with the pretext I have to go to the palace. In fact, I've been getting increasingly curious to know what "tahrodiis" means in the dragon language, and maybe Farengar knows. He knows a lot about the dragons.
"Traitorous," he tells me. "Where did you hear it?"
"I had a vision of distant past where Alduin said "Tahrodiis Paarthurnax!" What might he have meant?"
"That Paarthurnax taught Thu'um to the humans." (Thu'um is the art of doing dragon shouts which the Gaybores study.)
"Why would he do that?"
Farengar explains it was the goddess Kyne's gift to the Nords, but now he has to work and if I want to hear more, he'll tell me in the bed.
Okay. Maybe tomorrow. For tonight I have other plans.
I turn to go and suddenly I remember where I've seen the word before. It was in the book titled "Dragon Language: Myth no More" which I read a month or so ago:
Now I approach the throne where I have to listen to the jarl's speech to the effect of how the entire Skyrim will forever be in my debt and how happy he is our paths crossed half a year ago. Then I can excuse myself and leave with Lucia who has arrived at the palace in the meantime. When I inform her we're going traveling, she throws her arms around me and shrieks with joy. Never mind a silly dragon, this is something really exciting!
I grab Lydia from the celebrations and we leave. I instruct Lucia that should we get attacked, she's to keep behind Lydia and me. We can easily handle half a dozen bandits as long as she doesn't get in our way. The road between Hviterun and Riverwood is just about the safest in Skyrim, but it's always good to be careful.
In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have set a bad example for Lucia, going into the wilderness without a helmet.
There is, of course, no armor small enough to fit a child.
There is, of course, no armor small enough to fit a child.
The weather is perfect as we run to Riverwood, the three of us. We arrive at half past four, so there isn't much of a day left to be idled away, but it's still a great adventure for Lucia.
We visit Lucan and Camilla's shop,
We spend some time on the street talking to Camilla and Sigrid, Alvor's wife, while Lucia makes friends with the local children. Every once in a while someone stops to thank me for killing Alduin, but overall the villagers are less euphoric about it compared to the townsfolk. Camilla explains me that the rural Nords have always had very strong faith in the ancient heritage of their people and therefore they never really doubted I would succeed. Apart from which, most people can't afford to stop working just because the slayer of Alduin is visiting the village.
That's Camilla Valerius on the left.
When it's getting dark, we go to Corianna's.
We gab about nothing in particular until her husband Tjorvi comes home from fishing and we all go out and exchange tales.
I'm more interested in the local gossip, even when it's about people I hardly know. By taking my mind off the global politics, it gives me a feeling of security and belonging. Unfortunately, the locals are a lot keener to know what's going on in the big wide world.
Finally, we take a little stroll and then return to the inn.
On the street, we meet Esja on her way home. You know, the one who likes to sit with her legs spread. She walks with us to the inn. I leave her chatting with Lydia and Lucia while I take Hadvar to the secret room in the basement. That's the most soundproof place to be found around here.
We do it on one of those soft animal skins spread out on the floor. We're not sleeping together, though. I share a room at the inn with Lucia and Lydia while Hadvar spends the night in his uncle's house across the street.
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