Always Lost, Always Hopeful (169) Worse than Mudcrabs

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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 inevitably reveals a lot about the game.
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4-202-02-03 05:40
Lillandril Palace Quarters, Lillandril, Summerset, Aldmeri Dominion


We wash ourselves with Spriggan Soap and eat breakfast. It's clearly too early to bother the queen, so we go out. I've been curious about the small islands near Lillandril and this is a suitable opportunity to go and check them out.

Before swimming to the islands, we take some pictures on the coast of the mainland:

One island is very close to the shore. It's got nothing but grass and some rocks. Further ahead is a group of three islands. One of them is really a huge sharp-spiked rock (left in the picture below; it's separate from the the sandy island, although you can't see the water between them from this angle), the other two are relatively flat and sandy. On one of them, I believe to see a standing human. As we swim closer, I realize it's a statue, much taller than people.

There's a battle going on. It looks like two mages are fighting a mudcrab. Upon closer inspection, they turn out to be ghosts. Unexpectedly, one of them runs to my right flank and attacks me with fire magic. With almost half of my health gone, I realize this is serious.

If you look closely, you can see my arrow fly (just below the eye symbol).
I drank one of the strongest health potions a moment ago,
but I'm rapidly taking more damage while I haven't hit my enemy even once.

Fortunately, my followers are wide awake and kill the ghost. I take another health potion and we sneak closer to what appears to be a female ghost. I don't like her bothering the mudcrab, so I kill her. The mudcrab keeps running around nervously (I mean "running" in mudcrab terms) for some time and then calms down and digs itself about 3/4 into the sand near the base of the statue which seems to be its resting place. It doesn't attack us – because of the Spriggan Soap, I presume.

The top of the crab is visible between me and Jenassa, halfway to the farthest palm trees.
In the background, across the water, is (of course) Lillandril.

This place is called Shrine of Sheogorath. He's a daedra – I don't know of what, but it's something crazy, I'm sure.

We check out the farthest island which is called Abandoned Island. It's mostly covered with grass. In the grass lies a dead creature whose name is Silence. He looks like a man in the kind of armor I've never seen before. It's very beautiful.

There are no hints as to who he is or how he died.

We admire the vast expanse of the sea on the northern coast, and then we return to Sheogorath's island. That big rock thing doesn't seem to be accessible from anywhere, but I go check it out anyway. I swim around it and dive underwater several times, but there are only stones, nothing like an entrance anywhere.

The water is so delightful, as is the scent of the sea. I noticed recently I've become a really good swimmer. I don't know how it happened, but I feel like a fish in the water here.

We swim back to the shore by a slightly different route, checking out the island with a lighthouse on it. There's a fire burning on top and the view is beautiful, but there's no one about and it's impossible to go inside.

I love lighthouses and this one is particularly nice.

After another short swim, we're in Lillandril harbor and return to the palace. It's past 11, but the queen is still not there. We go and hang around in the harbor, look at the ships, talk to people and such. Harbors are fascinating places.

We pay a visit to the other brothel ship, the one where Restavee, that Argonian woman who walks around naked, is supposed to work at evenings. My followers have been eager to see it, but they're too shy to go without me.

I presume this man is a guard:

We walk around with utmost curiosity, looking everywhere. Of course, this isn't exactly Alinor Lounge.

Although, come to think of it, I believe to remember the toilets in Varlais Manor were no better than the ones here.

Around four in the afternoon, we return to the palace. Her Bitchiness still hasn't turned up. Now I've had it. I'm going to find her even if I have to fight the guards and kill them.

I spare you the details, but we catch her in her bedroom and I report on the mission completed.

She gives me another assignment – to go to Alinor and get a very special weapon called Poetic Blade  the blacksmith has been making for her.

Although we didn't kill anyone, our invasion of the royal chambers has caused an outrage in the palace and we have to leave hastily. Could be we won't be welcome here ever again. If so, screw them.

We're headed for Ebon. On the northern end of the bay, west-southwest of Corgrad, we discover a Hidden Cave in which there is nothing to be found. I'm in a foul mood and feel fed up with Summerset and its weird customs. I'd like to think I don't go nuts when premenstrual, but I have to admit I've been feeling bad about most things these last few days.

That's why I call a rest in front of the cave entrance (behind us in the picture below).

I tell the girls something's going very wrong. A minute ago I remembered how immensely happy I used to be with Aranath, and began wondering how come I began to hate him. And I was getting along really well with Quillinda. Why did I start to dislike her all of a sudden? Why did I screw things up for us in Lillandril earlier today? Maybe I even screwed us up on this entire island.
"You don't want to hear it," says Jenassa.
My followers look at each other in a way that leaves no doubt they have been discussing this.
Lydia examines my expression thoroughly and then says: "I think she does."
She turns to Jenassa and Jordis as if seeking confirmation. Jenassa shrugs. Jordis makes a hint of an agreeing nod.
"It's that Dragonborn mission of yours," Lydia explains to me. "That unknown whoever or whatever that wants you to put an end to the Skyrim civil war won't let you enjoy Summerset. This someone, by the way, could be your own subconsciousness. Or it could be those psijic jerks. Or some force you or me can't even conceive. But that's not the point. It doesn't matter if it's the disappeared Dwemers." (This one gets a modest laugh out of me.) "The thing is, no matter how beautiful it may be here, no matter how good the people may be to you, you feel bad because you're away from Skyrim, doing things not for your people."
"The good news is, the solution is very simple," says Jenassa. Lydia continues her thought: "We'll proceed with our plan. We go to Sunhold, Dusk, Mana Grove and Shimmerene, and from there to Skyrim, exactly as planned. And you'll feel better."
I nod. That's obviously the right thing to do and for that matter I knew it when I made the plan.
"We might even catch Vera's birthday," adds Lydia.
Right! Vera's birthday is on the 7th. That'll be 4 days from now. We talked about it once, but of course we weren't going to alter our plans for her sake. But when we travel to Winterhold maybe tomorrow evening or the day after, we'll be headed for Solitud anyway, which means we'll be passing through Dånstar. And instead of going across all that grim water and marsh and poison gas flowers between Dånstar and Solitud, we can just as well travel by road via Hviterun, spending only one day more and surprising Vera by showing up on her birthday. She'll be immensely flattered.
I hug Lydia, making her breathe out audibly. "Sorry," I say, ruffling her hair. "You made me feel a lot better. Just remind me not to kill people without a good reason, okay?"

We get up and move on, a team of fine warriors once again.

"We have to bring Vera some kind of a souvenir of Summerset," I say after we've crossed the bridge northwest of Ebon.
"Maybe a bloody skeleton?" suggests Jordis.
"Or that red dress," says Lydia. We all burst out laughing. "Guess the skeleton was a better idea," she admits.
"What might she like?" wonders Jordis. "You guys know her better than I do."
"Do you think one of the local blackmiths can make us some kind of a figurine out of that beautiful coral?" I ask. "There's nothing like that in Skyrim."
"A blacksmith or a mage?" wonders Jordis.
I look questioningly at Jenassa. "A blacksmith, rather, I think," she says.
"Whatever," I say. "How about a statuette of a pahmar?"
The girls agree with me that it's a good idea. I'm sure we'll find someone in Shimmerene who can make a thing like that. Either at the guild or in the village.

Ebon is very peaceful and beautiful, and we could just sit and chat the evening away looking at the lake, but somehow we've all become so excited by the prospect of reaching Hviterun by Vera's birthday that we can't sit still. So we do a little shopping and proceed to Alinor.

The trip itself is eventless, but right at the gate of Alinor we're stopped by the guard always on duty there. We've broken the law in Lillandril, she informs us, and must pay a fine. The amount is equal to 1015 septims in Empire money. She's all alone, but obviously I don't want any more trouble, so I meekly pay up. In fact, I'm glad we were able to get this problem settled so easily.

I now go looking for that mage whom Quillinda has instructed me to help. She lives in one of the non-floating houses with her husband.

She says she's looking for a certain cave that has never been explored. She presumes it to be southwest from here, almost on the ocean shore in an area that is blank on my map.

I explain to her as gently as I can that I will have to leave Summerset for a while, but I won't fail to return to her someday.

Then I spend considerable effort locating the blacksmith. I'm not sure if I even want to help Queen Marawyn, but I guess it won't hurt to get that Poetic Blade thing while we're here.

The smith turns out to be a middle-aged woman Gelwyyn. She has come out to have a little evening stroll around her house.

She says the Poetic Blade was stolen and she suspects a certain famous smuggler who lives in the northern part of the island.

I was going to ask her if she can make a coral statuette of a pahmar for me, but the way she curses like a drunken sailor while talking about that smuggler makes me change my mind. I'll find someone in Shimmerene.

I go to say hello to that likeable Khajiit man Ma' Sana. Turns out she's got a wife. This is not my lucky day.

It's dark already, so I just join my followers and we go to the temple to get some sleep.



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Always Lost, Always Hopeful (168) Welcome or Not?

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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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4-202-02-02 06:57
Mages' Guild, Shimmerene, Summerset, Aldmeri Dominion


Me and my followers wash ourselves with Spriggan Soap this morning, so we wouldn't have to kill animals on our way through the wilderness. I realize we can do exactly the same before going to Mana Grove. Then we'll have a chance to get the Black Pearl for Bolwing without killing spriggans.

Right now, however, I feel like traveling to Cloudrest. We haven't been there for so long. It's not even a significant detour really. It lies almost on the path from here to Graddun Spring on the northern coast. After we've gotten those mushrooms for Andratha of Alinor, we can proceed to nearby Lillandril and make our report to the queen. Then we'll travel south to Alinor and help that friend of Quillinda's. Finally, we'll return to Shimmerene via Sunhold, Dusk and Mana Grove, and we'll have wrapped everything up and can leave Summerset for some time to attend to the Skyrim civil war.

North of Shimmerene, we kill a few skeletons and bandits. Then we make a stop on a seaside hill to enjoy the magnificent sight of the sun's reflection on the water.

It's stunning. I've never seen anything like this before. (Well, not that I remember.)

Observe how the sun is too bright to be properly captured on a picture. You can make out its location, but you can't see it in its round shape. That's for the same reason no one can endure looking directly into the sun with the naked eye. You can only look at, or photograph, the sun when it's dimmed by clouds or something – or reflected by a water surface that is not perfectly still.

Approaching the Shrine of Auriel that is halfway to Cloudrest, I see a pahmar at a distance. My heart misses a beat and then I run towards him (because it's the direction we need to go) and indeed the ferocious animal just keeps walking minding his own business while we run past.

That Spriggan Soap is really awesome stuff! I think we'll start using it on a regular basis, as long as I don't run out of its ingredients. Although, on second thought, that would mean leaving other travelers at the mercy of those beasts...

Well, I'll think about it.

During our strenuous descent up the mountain to Cloudrest, Jenassa happens to mention she remembers having seen in various parts of Summerset mushrooms that looked very much like Elf Cup Caps to her. That's good to know. We shall keep our eyes open for red mushrooms.

Now we're finally on halfway level ground. Here's the path that leads uphill to the temple and to the king's palace. I eagerly enter the Underground Market, run down the steps and... am aghast to see that none of the traders are there even though it's already 10 o'clock.

Oh well. We'll just walk around then. I instruct the girls to meet up with me at the bar in three hours from now.

I look into a number of houses. They have most curious interiors. I especially enjoy a chat with a nice woman Ardell in her and her husband Enron's house.

When I ask her if she knows about Graddun Spring, she tells me it's a village of bandits and pirates who attack everyone. Visiting it is not a good idea.

That decides it. We'll give Graddun Spring a miss and go directly to Lillandril. I'm not going to kill human beings just to get some mushrooms for a crazy witch. This sounds like a repetition of Pinevale. Andratha can screw herself – unless, of course, we find Elf Cup Caps somewhere else.

Then I meet Malta, one of the traders, on the street and do some trading with her which improves my mood even more.

Here is a view down to the mountainside street along which we'll be leaving the city in a while. It leads to Corgrad and Old Falls (to our right).

That white tower you can see in the distance must be the one where Andratha lives.
The rocky island on the right edge, right of the fog is probably Mandas.
The island right next to the tower is unknown to me.

It's 20 past 12 by the time I happen to walk past The Missing Keg. It's such a nice day that I decide to just sit there and wait for the girls to turn up. I order a couple of drinks and chat a little with the grumpy barman and the other guests.

I don't actually have such thick shoulders!! It's the armor, as you can see if you look closely.
Until now I had no idea it made me look like this. Guess I'd better start wearing something else.

Suddenly it occurs to me I'm not too keen on doing that quest given by Quillinda either. She's so bossy, treats me like a servant. I begin to wonder what made me think I liked her to begin with. When I arrived in Shimmerene the first time, I was convinced Quillinda was a nice person, but what reason did I have for that assumption? Nothing except her warm friendly welcome.

Well, if we're going to do neither Andratha's quest nor Quillinda's, then we have no business going to Alinor at all. And in that case we didn't have to come all this way in the first place. We could have gone straight to Mana Grove from Shimmerene.

Whatever. I'm definitely not turning back. We'll go to Lillandril as planned, and then we can still return to Shimmerene along the southern coast, because it'll always be a pleasure to visit Sunhold and Dusk. And on our way to Lillandril this afternoon, we can make a stop at Tusamircil's Passage and I can make love to Tusamircil again.

The last realization brings me into a joyful mood.

Now my followers begin to arrive one after another, and at ten to one we start running to the west.

We make a brief stop in Corgrad for shopping and saying hello to Dothiel and her goats.

[Click on the next picture and then press the right arrow to see the goat open her mouth. It looks so cute!]

We also pay a brief visit to our friend Ra J'Dar, but I don't fancy meeting Aranath. I can't forget how he treated me like a nobody the last time even though I had made him happy. Whatever his reasons may have been, I don't think I want to see him ever again.

Reminiscing on my last time with Aranath, I'm suddenly afraid Tusamircil will also give me a cold shoulder. I mean, those High Elves are just so different from us. You never know where you stand with them. Even the Khajiits are easier to read. The girls burst out laughing when I tell them that. Right. I have to admit that I can find a common language with Khajiits much easier than most humans. But that's not the point. Don't distract me from the topic. I meant to say I kind of thoroughly enjoyed myself with Tusamircil the last (and coincidentally the first) time, but I feel apprehensive about what might happen this time. So what am I to do?

The girls say the only thing I can do is go and find out. Yes, I guess I can at least drop in and say hi. I won't have to do anything I don't want to.

Well, Tusamircil's cheerful "Hello!" wipes all my doubts away. I fly into his arms and we make love under those beautiful butterfly pictures.

I come twice and then the third time a few seconds after his orgasm has started and he still keeps moving. He's really so awesome! I mean, I don't mean the orgasms. I'm talking about the assurance he gave me that I was needing so badly. Thanks to Tusamircil, I feel worthy and desirable and capable again.

On our way to Lillandril, we see some strange glow on the roadside.

Turns out it's just a pond with reeds and such, and a little fog.

Lillandril is quite close now. I never realized the palace was so high.

We arrive on the outskirts at quarter to six. I wonder if the queen is still reachable. I don't think she'll be in the throne room, but hopefully her royal dinner doesn't end too early. At any rate, the traders outside the palace are still there, and I go to them first. By the time I enter the palace, the queen has already retired to her quarters where, as I've been told, I'm not allowed to go. So we'll stay overnight.

I feel like going to the prison now. There must be a prison here, as I learned the last time, and I haven't seen it yet, and we have a few hours to kill before going to sleep.

The palace servants inform us the prison is in the underground section of the palace. They show us a staircase leading down from the servants' quarters. In the basement, we find a treasury and opposite it is the prison. A really ingenious arrangement if you ask me – the people working in the treasury will always be reminded of what can happen if they forget themselves.

There are half a dozen locked cages like these. And two guards watching us. Not that I'm short of cash or anything.  ;-)

The jail is a somewhat depressive place, just like the one we saw in Solitud. There are prisoners of both sexes, some naked, some dressed. You may remember this place is also said to function as a semi-legal brothel.

We go out again and walk to the harbor and then we check out the guard barracks a little way to the east. There's nothing interesting to see there. The moons are incredibly beautiful, though, as are the stars. We saunter back to the palace, sit a little with the personnel and go to sleep at half past ten.

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Always Lost, Always Hopeful (165) From All Sides

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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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4-202-01-30 08:04
Thoromhel's House, Sunhold, Summerset, Aldmeri Dominion


Thoromhel is kind enough to wait for me to wake up. Then he unloads himself into me, rather quickly this time. I reflect that he's a Wood Elf, as is Bradwin. Until now I've never been really aware of the fact that Wood Elves used to be allies of the High Elves in their fight against the Empire. Their historic homeland Valenwood is a part of the Aldmeri Dominion. In fact, even though the country is dominated by the High Elves, the Wood Elves are actually the core of their fighting force. And the poor Dark Elves are hated in Skyrim simply because many Nords can't tell the three elven races apart.

Of course I won't mention any of that while Thoromhel and I are eating breakfast. I ask him innocent questions about the town – what do the people do and such. Jenassa has told me that Wood Elves are one of the races whose men can have sex very often, and they are especially fond of women outside their own race. It's something I find easy to admire about them, even though I can imagine that Nord men see it differently.

After a last passionate kiss and a promise to return as soon as I can, I step out the front door right into the midst of my followers' grinning faces. They ask me how many times we did it and I reply that it's none of their business. I'm going to tell them, of course, because next time it may be me who wants to know how they spent the night. But it'll have to wait. I'm full of energy and eager to go somewhere and do something.

I pay a quick visit to Valante who lives next door, but she has no new assignments for me this time. So the girls and I run to the north. I choose an off-road route for the first part of the way. Most of it goes through the forest.

We climb up a grassy hill and I sense something humanoid, but it's not hostile (yet).

We stop and crouch. I look at the creature. It's too far to see what it is, but I see a swarm of insects flying around it. That means with a very high likelyhood a spriggan. But why isn't it attacking us? Apparently it hasn't noticed us. We must give it a wide berth. I turn my head to the right and see two more similar creatures, and then the fourth one. And then it dawns to me – it's the Spriggan Soap we washed ourselves with yesterday evening! As you know, it makes wild animals friendly. Evidently it has the same effect on spriggans, which, one has to admit, makes sense.

We sneak past the spriggans, avoiding getting too close – just in case – and soon reach the main road. It leads past the River Pass to a bridge across the river that comes from the direction of Ebon and flows into the lake. My Grove Dwelling  is on the western bank of this river, as is the town of Ebon itself. Gemstone Cave is on the eastern bank, though, and that's why we're crossing the river here.

Right on the other side is a small village called Riverfield. The people are not very trusting. Most of them would neither let us enter their houses nor share any local news.

We admire the amazing yellow carpets in one of the houses we are allowed to enter, and then continue our journey.

The elks are a lot more trusting. They don't run away when we approach. I get several nice pictures of one who continues to eat grass even when I stand right next to it. The Spriggan Soap effect again, obviously.
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Once again, we run past those marvelous glowing white statues of scantily-dressed women, and then we're at the entrance of the Gemstone Cave.

We're prepared for a battle of our lives, but there's no one there except, I think, a few rockbugs – weird creatures who look like cubes of stone and aren't hostile. This is what they look like (the picture is of another rockbug taken later outdoors):

We explore the dungeon and get the ring, only it's in a place so high I can't even reach it. Jordis jumps up and grabs it for me.

There are more passages, though. We go to investigate. After some time, I can sense a human-shaped hostile creature behind the next corner. Well, whoever it is, he hasn't done us anything, so we have no reason to disturb him. Let's turn back.

We go to Ebon for shopping. I ask Celebria what her amazing outfit is called and where could I buy one. She says it's Archmage's Robes and Snow Bear Helmet, and she was given them by a traveler and they are unique – at least on this island.

I'm very sad to hear it, but there's evidently nothing I can do.

The girls and I proceed to Corgrad:

I wonder if I should visit my Corgrad boyfriend Aranath. I adore him, but it doesn't feel right while I possibly still have some of another man's sperm inside me.

Jenassa and I happen to look each other in the eye. I don't think she knows what I just thought, but I remember now that I'm not allowed to worry about having too many intimate partners. So after we've visited Dothiel's farm to say hello to those cute goats one of whom I had the pleasure of curing some time ago, I look at the girls and point my head in the direction of Aranath's house. They nod in understanding and Jordis proposes they go and have a chat with that mysterious Khajiit blacksmith.

I think I'm already wet before I knock on the door and step in. Aranath jumps up at the sight of me. He hugs me so strongly that my bones crackle, and then starts to take his clothes off. Without thinking, I follow his example, and then he grabs my hair, forcing me down, and stuffs his penis into my mouth before I get a chance to say we might be more comfortable up in his bedroom.

Come to think of it, in my current state it's indeed less unseemly to take him into my mouth rather than vagina. The realization makes me want to laugh, but I must suppress it because I have to watch out for my teeth.

Afterwards, Aranath doesn't pay much attention to me. He seems to be busy with something. I'm disappointed and leave. He could have at least offered me something to drink. I do have my own supply of drinks, obviously, but it would have been a nice gesture of caring for me. Or is it unimportant to him if I have to run all the way to Lillandril with the taste of sperm in my mouth?

On our way to the west, we discovere a Red Apple Camp which is just a tent with two sleeping cots and no one around except for an elk who, I'm sure, doesn't live here.

The road passes between two mountain ranges.

What's with those weird sharp-pointed columns I keep seeing everywhere on this island? I'm getting the impression
all of them are tilted, in which case I can't help suspecting they aren't just crappily built but actually designed like that,
which in turn begs the question what kind of a madman would have conceived something so bizarre.
Looking at those things, I find myself resisting the urge to hold fast to a tree in order to verify I'm standing upright.

My map shows this road would continue westwards all the way to the coast where one branch will lead north to Lillandril and the other one to the south. We, however, turn off the road and head northwest just about where those crazy columns are, taking the shortcut to Lillandril across the grassland.

Shortly after we've left the road, a lich attacks us. You remember, they are those creatures who look like skeletons but wear clothes and cast powerful magic.

We arrive in Lillandril just in time to catch the farm workers returning home that seems to be somewhere in the harbor. I get a chance to talk to that Argonian woman who walks around naked:

Her name is Restavee and indeed she provides services to men on the other brothel ship standing in the harbor, not the one I saw the last time.

I ask her what do Argonian women have breasts for. She says they suckle their babies after they are hatched, not with milk like the mammals but with something called hist sap that contains important nutrients a baby needs and can't yet produce itself.

Very pleased with having solved this mystery, I go to the palace with my followers to report to Queen Marawyn. She says overbearingly that she's pleased with me and promotes me to the rank of favored subject . That honor comes with a very special privilege: I and my retinue are now allowed to sleep in the servants' quarters in the basement of the palace whenever we want to.

Also, the queen entrusts me with the task of delivering a message to someone called Andratha in Alinor. That's an important city further south.

That's the king and the queen returning to their living quarters after dinner.

It's too late for shopping, so we walk around a little and talk to people and such. After we've admired the sunset at the harbor, I go alone to that non-Argonian brothel ship. The big strong High Elf man I saw the last time is there and available. His name is Ortildo. We go to one of the more luxurious rooms – meaning, it's big enough for a large carpet on the floor and it even has a sleeping cot (still no proper door, though). The cot looks too shaky, so I lie down on the carpet in the middle of the room. It's soft enough. I use the strapon that has a second penis that goes into my own vagina.

As Ortildo gets on top of me, I ask him if he's had done it to him like this before. He says the people here do absolutely everything, men as well as women, but since he hasn't been working for very long, he hasn't yet had the chance to get comfortable with it. Indeed when he squats over me and carefully aligns his anus with my strapon and then slowly lowers himself, it seems to hurt him. Normally, I wouldn't do something so cruel to a man, but he is here specifically for the customers' pleasure.

A few centimeters in, he mentions there used to be no male prostitutes in Summerset, which is why he is very popular. He's earning good money even though this is a very cheap place. Yes, I know. I'll have to pay 204 septims which is really cheap. (For your convenience, I'll give you all the amounts converted to the Empire money.) I mean, how many men can you name who would do this for 204 septims?

But that's the price they have set. The basic fee for this particular prostitute is 50 septims, and the inconvenience multipliers bring it up to 204. A male customer would have to pay more, because being penetrated by a man is considered more humiliating to a man. Although, come to think of it, the physical torment is going to be a lot worse here, because a man will come relatively soon whereas my strapon won't. I hope the eye-candy will be a sufficient compensation for that. (He is, of course, free to touch everything he can reach.)

I ask him about the other ship. He says that it's a bigger and older brothel. It has two kinds of girls. Those who work on the ship full time can be had even cheaper than the ones on this ship, but those who do other work outside and return to the brothel only for the evening and night are more expensive. It makes sense – they can't take so many customers, because they have to rest well for their daytime work.

Ortildo asks me if he has to take it in all the way, and I say of course he has. He must fuck himself exactly as women do in that position. He is being paid and has to do his job.

With great caution, he begins to move himself up and down, going a little deeper with each stroke. He can take his time, I'm in no hurry.

After some struggling and grimaces, Ortildo manages to sit down on that thing so that his buttocks touch me.

Upon my command, he starts with normal movements. It's thoroughly enjoyable – the feeling down there as well as the sight of his penis hopping up and down. He's so big his thing is almost touching my breasts. I'm extremely curious to see if it'll get hard. No, it won't, even though I play with it a little. Then I let it go and just lie there and enjoy. I tell Ortildo it's all right for him to moan if it hurts, but he won't. He's either hiding his pain or is beginning to get used to things rubbing his insides.

When I'm approaching my orgasm, I order Ortildo to make his movements longer and faster. I've been unsure if I should bring him to orgasm as well. On the one hand, it would be nice to give him that extra reward for his trouble, on the other hand, as a prostitute he may be made to come more often than he's comfortable with. I end up doing it after all. I masturbate him while I'm getting my climax, and now it does get hard.

It actually touches my breasts when he bends forward enough, and while I'm panting in the afterglow with my eyes closed, still moving my hand, I hear him moan, from pleasure this time, and I get his sperm all over me. Might even be some in my hair, but I don't mind. This was awesome.

Ortildo doesn't seem too happy, though. As soon as I give him the sign that he may get off me, he's out the door. I clean myself up as well as I can. Dammit, they don't have a mirror here! Should I put on a helmet to hide my hair? No, that's too silly. It's dark outside anyway.

I find the proprietress Vanasa and pay. I ask her if my hair is all right and she assures me it is, and she'd really appreciate it if I recommended her establishment to people on my travels. She brings me a mirror, and I learn the room where I was with Ortildo was her personal bedroom. She tells me they are new here and working hard to establish themselves on the market. She has only a couple of girls, one of whom is a gorgeous Nord named Selena – the very same who walks by just as we speak and asks her boss if she may go to sleep.

After that, Vanasa goes on explaining to me she's trying to offer the people something new and that's why she hired Ortildo, and it has really paid off. Until now, sexual services from men could only be had in the prison, but it's very expensive.

I interrupt her and ask her to tell me more about that prison thing. Vanasa explains me that generally the ships cater for poorer people, as does Newenda at the inn. For the more refined, there's only Ma' Rasa, that Khajiit woman who has her own house. But those rich people who want more variety, or a male partner, can bribe the prison guards and have a go at the inmates. It's technically illegal, but tolerated because it's very lucrative. You just go and talk to the guard on duty and don't need to worry about your money reaching the right people. One on-site fuck is 600 septims, regardless of the hole or the gender. But if you are willing to pay really well, you can even whip and torture the prisoners which is not allowed in brothels.

I thank Vanasa for the fascinating conversation and exit. I realize it's incredibly late. Even so, I can't help staying a while at the harbor and admiring the spectacular sight of palm trees under the starlit sky.

Then I return to the palace basement where my followers are already sleeping.



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