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After her ship sinks in the far, frozen north, Aithne is forced into servitude.

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Aithne's story part 53 - Our Little Secret (Don't worry, it's not an April Fools prank)

“Hmm. You’re not supposed to be here. This is a tricky one. What to do, what to do...”   The voice came from nowhere. Or everywhere. It was deep and rich and sounded faintly alarmed. Aithne blinked, although there was nothing to blink at – all around her was darkness. She felt nothing, saw nothing. She wasn't sure if she had actually blinked or had just imagined it as a sort of habitual response.   But she smelled something - the sweet scent of roses. She inhaled it even thou
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Aithne's story part 52 - All That Glitters is an Illusion

Hollow. Empty. A shell. A husk. Devoid of substance, of thought beyond the festering wound of memories. All was lost; nothing carried meaning.   Aithne meandered through the silent suite, wading through a pool of despair so deep, it threatened to drown her. Only her traitorous body and its stubborn insistence on continuing to breathe kept her alive.   That and her so-called friends, who came by from time to time and insisted on making her eat and bathe and sleep.  
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Aithne's story part 81 - Twisted Memories

The teleportation incantation was wrong.   Aithne felt it the moment Merks began the teleportation incantation -- not in the magic itself, but in its density. The spell folded inward on itself, syllables stacking where there should have been release. Teleportation was a bridge, not a knot; a direction, a destination, a letting‑go.   This one closed like a fist.   Her attention snapped fully into focus. “Merks…” she began, already turning toward him, already reaching
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Aithne's story part 51 - The Bells Sound for a Wedding Day

Everything was impossible.   The sky was impossibly clear. The sea was impossibly blue. The Observation Circle at the apex of the College of Winterhold was impossibly beautiful, boasting impossibly bright streamers and impossibly perfect flowers.   Aithne was impossibly happy. She had walked through a nightmare to end up in an impossible dream. Archmage Ervine spoke words but Aithne heard them only as if from a distance – all her attention was wrapped up in the orc who faced
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Aithne's Story part 62 - The Steadfast Servant

Aithne came to her senses some unknown time later to the smell of tea. Jazbay, her favorite. She peeked up to find Merks sitting in silence across from her, a teapot and cups placed neatly on the table between them. As she sniffed and lifted her head, Merks picked up the teapot and poured some into the cup nearest her. His mind was a maze of emotions but Aithne blocked them out – she did not want to know what he was thinking.   He had already proven to be the only one in this new reali
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Aithne's story part 50 - A Proposal for a Graduate of the College of Winterhold

“That was such a good speech! It made me want to go out and conquer the world! And the tribute for Savos was nice, even if I didn’t like him.”   Brelyna laughed. “You actually listened to it? I didn’t think anyone ever listened to graduation speeches!”   Onmund nodded as he stretched. “Yeah, I fell asleep.”   Aithne could not believe her ears. “Really? How could you fall asleep? This is so exciting!”   “For you, it is, J’zargo agrees,” agreed J’zargo. “You
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Aithne's story part 42 - The Practical Application of Aslir’s Law

“How goes the studying?”   Aithne sighed and set the book down as Urag moved behind her and stroked her hair with his incongruously gentle hand. She closed her eye and allowed herself to sink into the moment, just for a bit, then opened it again and tapped the book in frustration.    “Why was it so much easier to read on my own than it is to read the same books for an assignment?”   Urag’s laugh turned into a surprised yell as Chonji zoomed past screaming something
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Aithne's story part 70 - Labyrinthian Part 4

[Note: If you haven't already, you will probably want to read this chapter of Sloan's story before you read this  ]     Aithne made sure she had the door knocker/handle/key/whatever it was to Labyrinthian ready in her hand before she transported the lot of them to the front door of the place. The moment they arrived, she inserted it and yanked at the door.   “Quickly, inside. I don’t want to deal with the trolls.”   “Trolls?” Nyatt paused and looked behind him.
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Aithne's story part 56 - Splintered on the Ice

Aithne blinked as the world reassembled itself around her. She still felt as if she was flying, though the wind had slowed, as had her body. Nevertheless, the wind that brushed against her face made her cheeks feel mildly chapped from the cold.   Around her, the sea played its constant rhythm, a rhythm that was counterpointed by the familiar creaks and groans of a seafaring vessel. Ahead and just to port, a large iceberg jutted out of the water, its clear ice sparkling in the bright su
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Aithne's story part 49 - Storm Clouds on the Horizon

Chtonji beamed as the cake was set in front on him and immediately grabbed for it.   “No.” Aithne took his hand and held it, laughing. “Not yet. First we need to crush the box. Right, Da Da?”   Urag, beaming from the other side of the table, nodded, picked up the small box on the side of the cake, and set it in front of Chtonji. He placed his hand on Aithne’s, which still held Chtonji’s, and said, “Ready?”   Aithne nodded, her attention fully on keeping the toddler’
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Aithne's story part 64 - Narzulbur

“Who in the hells are you?”   Aithne snapped back from the abyss when the orc spoke; his pale green skin and incongruously high-pitched voice shattered the Borkul illusion and left her struggling to hold back a giggle. It took her a couple attempts to be able to say, “My name is Aithne.”   “She just saved your life, Nyatt,” the orc woman interjected. “Show some respect.” The woman knelt beside Aithne and bowed her head. “I am Chyehye, by the way.”   “Aithne,” Aithne
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Aithne's story part 54 - Professor Aithne gro-Shub

“Professor?”   Aithne shook her head at the mess on the table as she sorted the books. Things had changed so much in her time at the College, but students leaving their study material all over the place was one thing that remained…   “Professor!”   The insistent voice stopped Aithne’s thoughts in their tracks and she blinked and turned. Two students, both fourth-years, stood at the side of the table, watching her.   “Oh! Um. Sorry!” Aithne gave herself a l
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Aithne's story part 48b - Labyrinthian part 2

When the first two draugr appeared, Atmah started to shout, “Watch out, they…” but before the words even left her throat, the draugr were dead. Trendil moved with a speed that belied belief, slicing one of the monsters into pieces with her swords while Sloan seemed to disappear from Aithne’s side and re-appear behind the already-slumping form of the second draugr. As the creature’s chest exploded and it crumbled, Atma finished, “…’re deceptively quick.” Atmah blinked at them. “Um…”   S
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Aithne's story part 14 - Awake at Last

It couldn’t last, of course. Sound returned first. It began as a distant whistle and grew over time, as the cart jostled along narrow, rocky mountain roads. A faint breeze, a rushing wind, then a slight pop and she could hear once again.   From this crack, her shell quickly shattered and her other senses returned in full brutal force. She couldn’t hold back an audible cry as the pain from her half-healed wounds seemed to lance through every nerve her body contained all at once.  
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Aithne's story part 32 - Imagine That

Aithne sighed as she nestled against Urag’s hot skin. She liked the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing stabilized, the sound of his heartbeat throttling down, the contented snort-like rumbles he probably didn’t realize he made, the comforting feel of his arm holding her.   It had been far too long since he had agreed to sex, citing concern for her safety as if her body was somehow more vulnerable after giving birth. Not, of course, that she would dream of complaining about it.
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Aithne's story part 60 - The Orc, Revisited

Urag looked annoyed. Of course, that was how he usually looked anyway. Except when he had looked at her.   “What do you mean, what am I doing here?” Urag gestured around the room with those long arms and Aithne just resisted jumping on him to try to get him to wrap them around her. “This is my suite! How did you get in here?”   “What?” Aithne looked around as light panic raced through her. She recognized their…his suite in an instant and flushed red. “Ah! Um. I’m sorry, I mus
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Aithne's story part 36 - Slave of the College of Winterhold

“What did you do?!” Ghint’s already wide eyes seemed ready to pop out as he stared at Neblii (the slave of the College of Winterhold, not the mage who claimed to have invented mass translocation but whose claims have been widely discredited). “You must have made ol’ Urag mad!”   Neblii shook her head as she scrubbed the bottom of the pot. “It wasn’t him.” I was already a slave, she didn’t add. He just didn’t treat me like one. She bit her lip and forced back a fresh splurge of tears. “
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Aithne's story part 71 - Home

Aithne had been married to two orcs for two weeks but she still was not used to the idea. There was something so foreign about it all. She lay in the furs of their large bed in their very large ngot – nearly three times the size of Nyatt’s previous home - next to her snoring husband while her snoring wife lay on his other side.   Seven times, she had had sex with her husband while Chyehye was in the vicinity, and seven times the reverse had been true. Aithne had, of course, had sex (or
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Aithne's story part 26 - Testing the Boundaries

Aithne’s eye followed the path inscribed on the floor, though she had long since memorized the parts of the pattern that were within her view. After all she had been through, standing behind a desk with nothing demanded of her while wearing a basic but comfortable college robe and shoes was a welcome circumstance, but it was not without its own discomforts. Her feet and back ached, neither helped by the stone floor nor her growing belly.   Not that she would ever say anything, of cours
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Aithne's story part 72 - Punishment

Aithne’s spouses were already dressed and waiting for her, much in the same way her parents sometimes had when she stayed out too late. She suppressed a giggle at the comparison and stepped toward them. “I’m sorry, that took longer than I expected.”   Nyatt looked troubled, which was better than the rage Aithne had feared (yet somehow also secretly hoped for). He opened his mouth, seemed to think better of what he had been about to say, closed his mouth again, then, finally, “I would h
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Aithne's story part 79 - Return to Winterhold

The cold bit differently when it was chosen.   Aithne always noticed that first -- the distinction between weather endured and weather arrived at by will. The College of Winterhold shimmered into being around them in a rush of magic and sea wind, the familiar stone arches snapping into place as if they had merely been waiting for her to remember them. Snow scurried across the courtyard in thin, whispering sheets. The sea roared below the cliffs, patient and eternal.   Aithne
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Aithne's story part 63 - Back on the Road

It was strange to be on the road again. In some ways, it was the same as it had been with Borkul - no sound but wind and animals and their own footsteps, fresh air tinged with the brine of the sea. The hours of travel had been the only peaceful part of those times; she had cherished every step, dreading the next stop. Or, at least, the tiny part of her that had watched from a distance had.   The other similarity was less encouraging - she found she was, exactly as before, completely de
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Aithne's story part 68 - Second Reunion

Four hours later, after the new couple had made their grand egress from the bridal ngot and Nyatt had publicly commanded his wife to fetch his clothes (much to the overwhelming approval of the meyge), and after the massive feast for which Aithne’s human stomach only lasted five of the twelve courses, a very animated Chyehye led Aithne through the crowd toward a table at the very back, saying only there was someone Aithne “would want to meet” – and although bursting with curiosity, Aithne fought
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Aithne's story part 75 - Rite of Honor

Whenever Aithne had chanced to picture in her head what an orgy might look like, she envisioned music and multitudes of naked gyrating bodies piled on top of one another in one writhing mass of limbs and bodily secretions.   The pubhimej was nothing at all like that. It was, instead, a sort of flirty game.   It started with the six chosen women (“One for each of the commanders of the two sides of the war”), each wearing three layers of sheer material, standing in a circle ar
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Aithne's story part 37 - A Day Long Dreaded part 1

“…and Vetchoft will assist the staff today. Assisting the students will be Zikef, Le, Nors, Diwl, Riwson, Neblii, Fadne…”   The slave master’s voice droned on as he continued to read names from his notes but Neblii stopped listening once her name was spoken. Her heart flipped and her mind tuned out all other sounds and thoughts.   She had been assigned to the students several times in her five months (by her best estimate, although she wasn’t sure why she bothered trying to k
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