Deflorator's game, 1–7 First Seed (Solitud–Volkihar–Roriksted)

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"Aluminum" is fine, but "auxilary" goes a bit too far. (I long to fuck her all the same. How come I have never seen her before?)

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Deflorator's game, 24 SD – 1 First Seed (Hrothgar – Riverwood – Solitud)

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Always Lost, Always Hopeful (113) Ways of Spending an Afternoon

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4-201-12-07 04:15
Vilemyr Inn, Ivarsted, The Rift, Skyrim

We leave for Riverwood shortly before sunrise. I'm sure we'll reach it comfortably today, no matter what delays we may have along the way.

Our trip through the mountain pass and past Helgen is eventless. We arrive in Riverwood by the southern road. The weather is wonderful, the village is waking to life.

Rudelphine knows Esbern and is visibly happy with the news that he's alive. She says he was an archivist, meaning he would know all about the information the Blades organization had gathered about the dragons. It makes sense the thalmors are eager to find Esbern, says Rudelphine, so if he lives in Bitchen, he's probably very well hidden, which is why I should begin my search by contacting the underworld. She recommends I talk to Brynjolf who is well connected. He'd be the one the most likely to be able to give me a lead.

I don't deem it necessary to inform Rudelphine that talking to Brynjolf wouldn't be feasible. Fortunately, Lydia has heard Maul mention a crazy old man who lives in the moderately repulsive dungeon which can be reached by a door somewhere in the Ratway inn. Maybe that's Esbern. I'll check that dungeon out. In my own good time.

I visit the shops in Riverwood, chat with Sigrid on the street, and magnanimously acknowledge the little Frodnar's warning not to get on his and his dog's bad side.

Our next destination is Labyrinthian and the shortest way is from here to Hviterun along the road (or almost) and then straight over the plains to the mountain pass which is south of Labyrinthian.

Come to think of it, it's such a lovely morning we could just as well sit on the riverbank and chat the day away with Corianna, the proprietress of the cookshop across the river, or maybe keep company to her husband the fisher. I mean, she doesn't actually have to stand behind the counter all the time, does she? We could just as well sit outside in a place where she can see when a customer comes.

Well, never mind that. We've got a world to save.

Before I forget – as I've told you, I've been just a tiny bit apprehensive of my having to decide whether or not to dimiss Mikki and how she might feel if I did. Luckily, Mikki takes the dilemma off my hands. When I headed for the Riverwood alchemy shop just a while ago, Lydia walked with me. She said that yesterday Mikki asked her cautiously how does she think I would react if Mikki told me she wanted to take a break in Hviterun. She'd really like to spend some time with her sisters and friends and the Companions.

That's why I do sit on the riverbank before we leave Riverwood, but this is with Mikki alone. I inform her it's no problem at all if she wants to enjoy city life for a change.

I make it a point to tell Mikki she has proven herself a capable warrior. We have always been able to rely on her to do her part of the job. She has also been a good companion and acted like a responsible adult. And (as I've already told you) she has turned out to be the only one who can run as fast as I can.

Our usual travel formation is with me running in the front at some distance from the others. That's because I'm the fastest runner and the best sneaker. It's much easier for one person to remain undetected than for a group of four. Even when I'm spotted running, I have a good chance to get quickly into hiding so that the enemy will lose sight of me. That's with the exception of animals, but I can handle those without any assistance.

Of course, it was very different in the beginning when my followers were far better fighters than me. But by now, it's clearly safer for all of us if I work as the vanguard, taking the possible first hit, shortly after which my three followers will surprise the enemy from a distance with their devastating firepower (or rather frostpower in our case).

Mikki is usually the second because, firstly, that's the safest place, and, secondly, because she can run much faster than Lydia and Jenassa. By now she's gotten over her initial insecurity and she's usually by my side a few seconds after I'm attacked. Lydia gives us fire support from a distance and Jenassa does the same while also keeping an eye out for potential pursuers. She doesn't actually have eyes in her back, but she's very good at spreading her attention in every direction. That's my weak point, which is why I need my back watched.

In places like fortress courtyards, we spread out as much as we comfortably can, to avoid giving the enemies one big target. In narrow passages, we can't keep as far away from each other as we'd like to, but it doesn't matter so much, because the walls shield us from the enemy much of the time and my Sense of Smell  almost always detects them first.

Anyway, I tell Mikki she has totally deserved some rest in the midst of the comforts of the civilization, but I shall always be happy to have her back. Unless of course she gets married. As I expected, Mikki makes a face and tells me to shut up. I laugh and say: let's get going.

The forest between Riverwood and Hviterun is peaceful today.

I remember how I stood just a little bit easterly from this spot almost 4 months ago, looking at Hviterun for the first time.
How things have changed since then!

We go to the Honningbrew Meadery where I try to make the owner Sabjorn talk about his conflict with Maven Black-Briar. He won't. Too bad for him.

As we saunter towards the eastern suburb, admiring the river, I ask Jenassa innocently where she's going to sleep tonight.
"Why, what's you problem?"
I'm taken aback by such a hostile reaction. "All right, forget it. I'm sorry I asked. I can just as well ask tomorrow where you slept. And it's not really my business anyway."
She sighs. "I'm sorry, Laura. I didn't mean to... I'm just confused. I need some time to think."
Sure. She needs time to think. She's only had a month to think about it. I look at Lydia behind Jenassa's back and we both roll our eyes in silent agreement.
Mikki won't leave it at that, though. "Jenassa, aren't you forgetting that we are here to help each other think when we're confused?"
Wow. I didn't expect something so profound from a teenager.
Jenassa stops and looks at the ground pensively. Then she raises her eyes and says: "All right. Let's sit down and you can tell me what you think. You guys wanna get drunk first?" She looks at Mikki. "Not you."
Mikki acts offended, but she knows she's not going to drink anything alcoholic while in sight of any of us. She just hates to be reminded of her age. Er... as is Jenassa, as it occurs to me. The irony of it makes me laugh in spite of myself.
They all look at me and I solve the awkward situation by putting my hand on Jenassa's shoulder and motioning her to start walking again. "I'd say let's go to the palace and see then. I've always felt better after I've talked to you, Jenassa, and I'd really like to hope I'm capable of returning your kindness."
This seems to have been the right thing to say. Jenassa hugs me back with one hand and then we walk towards the houses.

This is the White River just east of Hviterun.

After visiting the traders in the suburb, we enter the city proper through the eastern gate.

First we go to the palace where I re-hire Jordis and let Mikki go. I also cast meaningful glances at Farengar and smile coyly when he catches me looking at him. I want to make love to someone tonight, because starting from tomorrow I shall once again have to take a break for four days or so. As for with whom – that's the tricky part. Technically, I'm still with Avulstein, but he has turned out very disappointing in a certain sense. (I can't understand why it's been so difficult to find a man in this city who is both likeable and unattached.) I don't dare make a pass at Jarl Balgruuf, so I'm thinking I'll take a chance with Farengar. Of course we'll have to wait for the night, because during the working hours, the palace personnel is walking in and out of Farengar's office with a variety of requests, so he can't leave even shortly, except for food breaks, and those are served at those long tables in the main hall.

The necessary wait is going to give me the perfect opportunity to, firstly, participate in the session of the Complicated Relationships Committee, and, secondly, work on me and my followers' gear after that. Ready to dive into item 1, I turn around and let my eyes wander over the dining area. I can't see Jenassa anywhere. I step up to Lydia and Jordis. They inform me that Jenassa went away with... Mikki! Apparently they're sitting outside the palace on a bench, talking from heart to heart.

I think at first the girls are pulling my leg, but then I go outside and indeed I can see Jenassa and Mikki talking. I don't want them to notice me staring, so I just walk down towards the marketplace to find my stepdaughter Lucia.

I'm not sure what the stairs are for. Surely no one ever bathes here.

I meet Aela. We talk about this and that and he happens to mention a location called Blackmoor. I ask where it is and she wonders I've never been there, as it's not too far from the city. She shows it to me on the map. It's in the west-northwest, between Hviterun and Roriksted.

We walk together to the marketplace. Turns out this is an unusually busy day, so Lucia, Mila and Carlotta are having their hands full. I promise Lucia I'll talk to her later.

Somehow the midday heat is really wearing me down. I stroll absent-mindedly to my house where I lie down for a moment on the mattress. Before I know it, I've fallen asleep.



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Always Lost, Always Hopeful (107) Bloody Lucky

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4-201-12-01 21:41
Proudspire Manor, Solitud, Haafingar, Skyrim


I have a bath and then hurry to the stables which are south of the city, just outside the city wall. I'm late and I can see that Rudelphine is annoyed, but prefers to hide it, fearing my temper. Good.

She essentially repeats what Malborn already said – I can't bring anything to the reception that might look suspicious. More precisely – nothing at all apart from the fine clothes Rudelphine is going to give me.

Therefore, I give everything that's left in my inventory to my followers. Having put on those fine clothes, I climb into the horse-cart that is to take me to the Thalmor Embassy. My girls ride with me most of the way and jump off well before our destination to wait for me in the forest.

I arrive a little after 11. I don't think that'll be suspiciously late, especially as there's another late arrival – a very hairy man Razelan who acts like everyone's his friend and nothing in the world is to be taken seriously. His attitude may have something to do with his visible drunkenness. At any rate, his jovial greeting instantly banishes my anxiety. Razelan motions me courteously to go first and follows closely behind me.

A Thalmor Wizard at the door checks our invitations. He is very polite and looks extremely cool in his mage uniform. He doesn't frisk me physically. I suppose he can see magically what I'm carrying (which is nothing). I wonder if his magic enables him to see what my intimate body parts look like. I hope not. Unlike Razelan, I don't make any conversation with him, just thank him with a modest smile when he tells me my invitation is in order and I may enter.

Inside, Razelan and I are greeted by none other than the ambassador Elenwen, a tall and surprisingly young-looking woman who invites us to enjoy ourselves. I can see Malborn, but I prefer to ignore him for the time being. He's so nervous and generally unpleasant that I feel reluctant to approach him, and besides, I want to look around a bit first, to get at least a vague idea what I'm up against. Apart from which, this is simply interesting. This might well be my last chance ever to visit the Thalmor Embassy and actually mingle with the people in here.

I can see the jarls of Hjaalmarch and The Reach, as well as Thane Erikur of Solitud and, amazingly, Maven Black-Briar. I keep away from her and make some polite conversation with Jarl Igmund.

I find this female guard really cute, but the guards aren't allowed to talk to the guests
and I know I shouldn't talk to her even if they were.

I grab a drink from a waitress. Then I run into my new friend Razelan again. He's itching for a drink, but he's too drunk to find a waitress. So I offer him mine. Razelan can't thank me enough and says if I ever need his help, he'll do anything for me.

That's great. It's always good to have friends. But now I really must go and talk to Malborn or he'll get a heart attack from worrying.

Malborn is standing behind a stylish stone bar counter offering drinks. He says I'm to go through the door behind him, but I mustn't be seen doing it. Meaning, I'll have to somehow distract everyone's attention.

I think I know what to do. I go to my bosom-pal Razelan and ask him if he would do me a favor. Sure enough, he would. Create a distraction? "Leave it to me," he says. I walk casually back to Malborn, watching Razelan getting onto his feet and stepping decisively into the middle of the hall.

When all the guests' and guards' eyes are glued to Razelan, he proposes a toast to Elenwen while Malborn and I quickly leave the hall.

Malborn takes me through the kitchen. A Khajiit woman, apparently a cook, snaps at Malborn, reminding him he isn't supposed to bring strangers in, but she yields when Malborn threatens to expose her drug habit. (Just moon sugar , a precursor of skooma, but still against the house rules.)

We rush into another room. Malborn shows me the chest with the weapons and armor I had left with him. Then he hurries back to the party and I'm on my own.

Having changed quickly, I sneak into a corridor. There's an open door to my left which seems to lead to a big room. I can hear guards talking. Contrary to Rudelphine's hypothesis, they don't know why the dragons have been reappearing and are in fact worried about getting attacked by one.

One of the soldiers says that should a dragon attack, he hopes it'll kill those arrogant mages first.

My instinct tells me there's no talking to those guards. I'll have to kill them. I'm not sure how many there are overall. I wait until the conversation ends and one of the two guards begins to walk – away, as I hope. Then I sneak around the open door until I can see the guard that stayed behind. I shoot him dead, as well as three other guards who come running with intervals just barely sufficient for me to kill the previous one before the next one arrives.

Sigh. This went pretty much as smoothly as could be expected. Next moment, I realize I haven't any health potions on me. What was I thinking? I should have gone to the inn to meet Malborn after sleeping, not before. But it can't be helped now.

I search everything and then I exit the building through the back door. It's the only way to go.

I'm in the peaceful winter night now. There are three visible guards in various parts of the courtyard. I get the first one quickly and the other two are confused long enough for me to kill them without real difficulty.

The next building is called Elenwen's Solar . Inside, I overhear what appears to be an argument between a thalmor and an informer (or a snitch if you prefer). Clearly the former despises the latter and the latter fears the former. It would appear that the informer has led the thalmors to an "old man" who knows something very important and is currently imprisoned downstairs. When the thalmor leaves, the informer walks towards the exit, which means the very doorway where I'm hiding. I can't avoid being seen. The informer shouts for help, and I kill him as well as a guard who rushes down from upstairs.

I search the building and find some documents suggesting that the thalmors are trying hard to find out why the dragons have returned.

Thalmors have been giving aid to Stormcloaks??

I also learn that Ulfric Stormcloak himself used to be a captive of the thalmors during the Great War, but you must excuse me now – we can chat some more later, but I really need to get to the basement before they kill that prisoner or someone notices all those dead guards and comes chasing after me while I'm admiring Elenwen's bedroom with a locked chest in it and cursing myself for having forgotten to bring lockpicks.

Having entered the basement, I can't help listening in with terrified fascination to the thalmors' blood-chillingly calm and systematic interrogation tactic. With great effort, I come out of my trance and shoot the two interrogators.

I see a not exactly old man Etienne Rarnis chained topless to the wall. He's not looking up to me when I enter the cell. Evidently, he's so confused from the torture that he hasn't even realized the thalmors have been killed. He says he doesn't know anything apart from what he's already told me. For some reason that I can't really explain, I say I'd like to hear it all from the beginning. He tells me he has seen an old man in Bitchen whose description matches a certain Esbern the thalmors are apparently looking for.

Enough of cruel games now, really, Laura, I tell myself. This is not a joking matter. I must get myself and this man out of here before a horde of thalmors descends upon me, and I don't know if Etienne can even walk. Yeah, I don't even know if I can get the chains open, do I?

Well, I can open the chains all right, but by the time I've done that, several people hurry down the stairs. Fortunately, one of them is Malborn and fortunately I have enough presence of mind to notice that and not to kill him. I'm mighty scared all the same. So are Etienne and Malborn.

They're eager to get away from here, but I'm not leaving before I've searched the place. After all, I came here for information, not just to get in and get out again.

All I can find is a thalmor dossier on someone named Esbern, evidently the same man Etienne was talking about. All right, I have learned at least something. Hope Rudelphine will be able to use it somehow.

We go down through a trapdoor, descending into an ice cave where we kill a snowtroll. Soon we're in the open air. Malborn runs off downhill before Etienne has finished thanking me. I look at him, half naked, and I think he'll be very handsome when those terrible wounds will have healed. Too bad I can't stick around and wait that long.

We meet up with my followers and run towards Dragonbridge. Well, walk mostly, because Etienne is really in a bad shape.

I can't be bothered to make a detour via Solitud. I'm eager to get moving towards Winterhold.

In Dragonbridge, I trust Etienne to the care of my friend Eydis while my followers are waiting at the inn. Casting a last longing glance at him, I leave Eydis's house. In a pensive mood, I stroll towards the marketplace. The recent frightful events flash by my minds's eye. I realize only now how defenseless, how... naked I felt approaching the embassy entrance without any weapons whatsoever. I really should practice magic and learn some more spells. But really powerful spells are hard to come by. To say nothing of all the work getting used to using them. Isn't there a simpler way of making myself less vulnerable? Whom to ask for advice?
It's awful, the risk I took back there. Without Razelan's unexpected help, I might have ended up chained to the wall and tortured until I was the kind of bloody mess Etienne had been. Will he be all right? Is Eydis going to make love to him? How long might it take until he recovers? How long would it have taken for someone to rescue me from the Thalmor captivity? Was it right to let Rudelphine talk me into this crazy undertaking? Am I becoming too cocksure?
Embarrassed by the word I just thought, I look left and right and notice I'm standing next to the sign of Athragar's alchemy shop. For some reason I find it irritating. Was it really so difficult to hang it a little higher? Someone might hit his head against it.
With utter confusion in my brain, I turn my head and look at the shop door. Don't ask me what makes me open it.

"Hi, Laura," Athragar says with a friendly smile. "Shall we do it today?" He nods with his eyes, as if encouraging me to say yes.
I can't believe the cheek of that man! It's not often that I'm speechless, but I am now. I look at him silently. He just stands there, waiting for my reply.
I feel utterly lost. How do you get rid of someone so patient and confident? It's hopeless.
"Do you swear you'll never tell anyone?" I hear myself ask.
Looking at me solemnly, he replies: "I swear I'll never tell anyone."
I sigh with resignation. "Where then?" I look at the bed behind me and back to Athragar.
"Yes," he nods. "Make yourself comfortable."
I shrug and walk to the bed while he goes to lock the door. I lie down in my armor and boots.
He approaches and asks: "Do you always keep your clothes on in bed?"
"No," I reply without moving a muscle.
Athragar bends down to give me a casual kiss, then takes my hand: "Come on, let me help you with that armor."
I stand up and let him undress me.
I'm somewhat reassured when I see the look on his face after baring my breasts. At least this isn't some kind of a game. He genuinely desires me. Indeed, his erection is visible before he even takes his pants off. My heart starts pounding as I lie down, spread my legs, lift them up and close my eyes. I'm a little embarrassed to notice I'm wet. I'm even more embarrassed to admit I end up thoroughly enjoying our sex. What I didn't count with is that I don't dare scream, because they might hear me on the marketplace. Well, yes, I know, I didn't really count with anything. I meant to say my satisfaction leaves something to be desired because I don't know how thick the walls of this house are.
After Athragar has stopped panting, I ask him: "Are you happy now?"
"Are you?"
I shrug. Then I laugh in spite of myself and he laughs, and suddenly I'm indeed happy.
Athragar kisses me and says: "You are every bit as gorgeous as I imagined looking at you all these months."
I have to smile. At least she knows how to make a woman feel special. I reply: "I'd better leave before someone notices that your shop is closed."
Instead of climbing off me, Athragar kisses me one more time, and I hug him with my arms and legs. Then we get dressed and he unlocks the door for me.
I walk away as casually as I can without looking towards the marketplace.

I set to work on our gear and reequip my followers. Then I sell as much unnecessary baggage as I can. Not going to the alchemy shop the second time, though.

It's early enough so that I'll be able to do some shopping in Morthal today as well. Still full of energy, I more fly than run, even though I feel a little confused and weird after all that's happened today.

Just short of Morthal, we're attacked by a Wood Elf man. I'm not sure what it was he wanted, although I can imagine a thing or two. We arrive in Morthal in a bad snowstorm, but then the weather turns really fine in a matter of minutes. It was quite incredible. I've never seen anything like that. The bad news is we've arrived so late that a couple of shops have already closed.

It's not even dark yet, but I realize I'm too exhausted to travel to Dånstar tonight. We'll get some sleep now and move on at night. The road is surely going to be visible in spite of the darkness.

The inn doesn't have a room with four beds, so we're getting two double ones. I'm with Lydia. When I tell her about Athragar, she states the obvious:
"If he swore you he won't tell anyone, he probably did the same with all the other women."
"Yes, but he has obviously kept his mouth shot, which means he'll probably keep quiet about me too. And that's what matters."
Lydia agrees with that and I'm really too tired to discuss this any further right now.



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Always Lost, Always Hopeful (106) Words in the Wind

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4-201-12-01 03:44
Forsworn Camp, Haafingar, Skyrim

The last time we were here, we headed northeast, past Volskygge and then proceeded northwest along a road. This time, we'll try going north-northwest straight across the mountains, passing Volskygge from the west.

It turns out perfectly makeable. We end up on top of a very high very steep slope overlooking the ocean. After a little descent, we're on the wooden bridge connecting the Solitud road to the Rimerock Burrow entrance. It's where we exited the last time.

What I described as a perfect test for Mikki a couple of days ago turns out a walk in the park. There's only one flame atronach to kill. Of course I don't mind it was so easy. Besides, Mikki has been put to most severe trials already.

I find the book Urag wanted and we leave when the sun hasn't even risen.

Because I want to go via Dragonbridge, we turn off the road near Volskygge and go through the forest and down the mountains to the southeast.

When we arrive, the shops haven't yet opened, but that doesn't really matter. We're here because I have decided to talk to that Khajiit slave trader and try to find out about that enslaved girl. I mean, it's not her fault that her father is a jerk and her fiancé is a wimp. A girl should not be kept as a slave. Who her father is has nothing to do with it. I'm not rescuing her in order to bring his father his property back, I'm rescuing her for her own sake.

After a bath at the inn with my followers, I walk up to the Khajiit alone. Unfortunately, he won't discuss that Bronwen girl. He clearly knows whom I'm talking about, but he rejects the topic in a friendly, yet adamant manner. I think maybe I could make him soft by, you know, making him hard, but I'm not in the mood for that right now. So we just leave for the Haafingar Stormcloak Camp.

It's actually not all that far from the village, but it's well hidden down the mountains:

Even from this close, you can only see the horses!
One can hardly recognize the man as a soldier, or those light beige patches as corners of tents.

I do some trading there and then we proceed to Solitud. We walk around in the city and I sell a lot of stuff. It's a good thing we have at least one such big and rich city in Skyrim.

Jana, the innkeeper in the southwestern suburb says she has a problem with skeevers in her cellar and she'd be most obliged if we killed them, but I kind of dislike her personality, so we give it a miss this time.

We reenter the city proper through the main gate and I tell Lydia and Jenassa to show Mikki around. I walk to the Winking Skeever inn to find that agent of Rudelphine's, Malborn.

Rudelphine said he's a Wood Elf and hates High Elves. In fact Malborn, doesn't seem to like anybody, including me. He's itching to get back to the Embassy before somebody starts to suspect something. He informs me that when I go to the party, I'll be thoroughly searched at the entrance, so I can't be carrying any weapons or such. Therefore, I'm to give him everything I'll be needing for my mission. He'll take it into the Embassy and give it to me after I've gotten inside.

Wow. I hadn't expected that. Lucky I didn't sell all my unnecessary weapons and pieces of armor. I left some for enchanting. I also have some spare enchanted items to use according to situation. Thanks to that, I won't be left defenseless after I've given my best gear to Malborn. He tells me to meet Rudelphine near the stables at 21:00, and leaves quickly.

I walk around in the taproom talking a word or two to several people. I need a little time to decide what I want to do.

In front of the inn, I run into Viarmo, the headmaster of the Bards' College. He tells me they have a festival coming up which Jarl Elisif has prohibited.

And what makes you think it isn't?

Viarmo wants me to go and find a certain book which may help him convince Elisif that that festival has been celebrated for centuries and therefore cannot be considered offensive to her late husband.

That's blatant nonsense. Viarmo is completely missing the point. Of course it's in the worst possible taste to symbolically burn a king in a city where the High King of Skyrim was recently murdered. How old the tradition is hasn't got anything to do with it.

I don't quite understand if Elisif has prohibited the festivities in this year or banned the festival permanently, but I don't really care. I won't help some jokers hurt my good friend Elisif's feelings in such an abhorrently rude manner. We'll see about the next year.

I stroll to the fortress to clear my head. Failing to locate Hadvar, I pay brief visits to the temple, the Bards' College and the palace. After a few absent-minded conversations, I realize I'm feeling very tired. If I sleep 7 hours now, I'm going to be a little late for the meeting with Rudelphine, but I don't think it'll matter much. I've got to get proper sleep, because I'll need to be in top condition when facing an embassyful of irate High Elves all alone.

So I go to my house.



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Always Lost, Always Hopeful (101) Asking for It

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4-201-11-26 06:13
Silver Wind Tavern, New South Road, Falkreath, Skyrim


In the back of the inn, there's a door that leads to a mine. It's huge. By far the largest mine I've ever seen. It has wooden walkways and staircases going up and down as well as in various directions.

To explore it all is utterly hopeless. In fact, I'm rather amazed when, after reaching a dead end with an exit gate that won't open, we succeed in finding our way back to the tavern.

All in all, New South Road is a pointless waste of time. We hurry back out, hoping to get into sunlight or at least snowfall.

The road to Helgen is snowy, but the weather turns beautiful soon, as well as increasingly warmer, the closer we run to Riverwood. But I'm getting ahead of events, sorry. Quite close to New South Road is Orphan Rock, that place with horrible witches where we got Nettlebane from at the time when I was a fledgling rookie. Today, as we exit New South Road and go through the bushes headed in the general direction of the road, we get showered in Destruction spells and shaken all over. We kill two witches and I can see there's a third one, but she's very good at hiding and I can't be bothered to go chasing her.

Having reached the road, we run west. When we pass by Helgen where the road turns north, the bandits notice us and shout lewdities to us, but we ignore them.

This is further north, on the east-west road that connects Aurora and Riverwood.
Note the Falkreath–Whiterun hold border banner on the right.

We reach Riverwood without any further events and go straight to the inn. The door has barely closed behind us when Rudelphine hurries to me and says: "I don't think you were followed." She sounds like genuinely scared of being discovered.

My girls park their behinds on chairs and stretch out their tired legs with visible delight while I follow Rudelphine to the basement. She tells me she has a plan to smuggle me into the Thalmor Embassy where I can snoop around and see if I can find any information about the dragons. The plan is to get me an invitation to one of the ambassador Elenwen's parties that are (usually) held on the 1st of each month. The next one will be in 5 days from now and I'm to meet Rudelphine's agent Malborn in the Solitud on that day inn at 11:00.

Fine. I'll try to be there on time. But now – shopping! It's a delight to walk around under the fine afternoon sun and greet the nice villagers, above all my friend Camilla who is just as happy to see me. But I won't stay long. I want to visit the shops in Aurora as well, and reach Falkert tonight.

On our way to the west, we make a brief stop in Oakwood, the little village just east of Aurora. It's heartwarming to see people going peacefully about their everyday business undisturbed by any wars or dragons or thalmor embassies.

In Aurora, a panting courier approaches and gives me a birthday congratulation from the Winterhold College. They must have sent it away in the morning of the 19th, not knowing I would arrive in Winterhold later on the same day.

While I'm in Aurora, I naturally want to make another attempt at finding Lorm. He's not at the inn, but people tell me he has returned from his travels. There's no one in his house, though. I pick the lock to make sure. It's a simple but nice (and definitely wifeless) house with a big comfortable bed. I go out again, completely clueless. Now, who's that man over there just about to reach the inn door? I rush to catch him. It's Lorm! Where have you been, man? I won't ask him, and I'm not going to admit that I just broke into his home. Instead, I ask if he's still available. He is. After a little hesitation, I choose Jordis to be sent away and hire Lorm as my third follower.

After reequipping Lorm, I must say he looks totally ridiculous wearing a Glass Helmet. The Vampire Armor doesn't really fit him either. I think I'll give him his old helmet and armor back, weak as they may be. He'll simply have to be more careful during combat then.

But now it's half past five in the evening and I'm eager to make love, – as, I'm sure, is he. Now, I've told you I'd like to go to Dreamborne Isle with him, and Aulbryn's House isn't even too far away. But at this moment I'm too impatient to travel even that short distance. Lorm's house will have to do.

You'll remember I had plans on traveling to Falkert today. There would still be time to catch a trader or two, and I'm in no hurry to jump in the sack with Lorm, because he'll be available all the time now. I'm aware of all that, but I just can't wait. I must get it right now.

We go into Lorm's house and strip naked quickly. Before I really realize what's going on, Lorm has picked me up, carried me to the bed and thrown me onto it. I shriek as I fall down. The next moment he forces my legs apart and penetrates me. Wait, I had something more gentle in mind! I try to push him away, but he's much too strong. I'm pinned down and banged. Subjugated. Conquered. Possessed. Used. I can't move my upper arms, and Lorm's lower body keeps thrashing into mine and there's nothing I can do about it. I close my eyes and try to relax as much as possible.

I'm not even too surprised when after a while something in the core of my female being takes over and I no longer care about being completely powerless to prevent whatever's being done to me. Guess we women are just built that way. I have entirely lost the will to affect anything. I mean, he could put it into my butthole and then into my mouth and I would just suck it. For that matter, he could kill me now and I wouldn't lift a finger to defend myself or try to call for help.

I lose all sense of time. I think I come twice, but I'm not sure as the whole world goes blurry for some time. I feel so exhausted that I want to beg Lorm to let me rest, but even more strongly I feel reluctant to do anything to disrupt this perfect, absolute surrender.

Finally Lorm begins to moan and throb. Having released all his passion into me, his heavy body remains lying on top of me, panting. After a while, I risk to move myself to try and hint gently to Lorm to leave me some breathing space too. He unmounts me, I move a little to the side, raise my numb arms and delightedly take a few deep breaths. I feel... I don't know, mashed. I look at the clock. It's a little past 8 in the evening. I can no longer remember when we started. I turn my head to the other side. Lorm is sleeping. With some effort, I get up from the bed, find a blanket and spread it over him. I climb under the blanket, cuddle up with Lorm's warm body and, feeling his powerful slow breaths, quickly fall asleep.



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