After Faralda had rescued me from the mean Khajiit's bullying, I was welcomed by the archmage's assistant herself, the 2nd most influencial person in the college, the master wizard Mirabelle Ervine. She was the one who showed me around on my first day and explained to me the basics about how things worked in this magic academy I had just applied to. While she walked and talked I looked around obviously. And let me tell you, Winterhold's college was all I could have imagined in my wildest fantasy and more.

It was really a mysterious and magical place. As for its residents, well, they were like I would have imagined I guess, men and women of power going around with an air of purpose and wisdom but... Well, let's say that I had not imagined the women to be dressed as they were. In such a freezing weather, they had some rather light clothing, ones that I would have pictured more easily on the shores of the Topal Sea or the Gold Cost than here on the shores of the sea of ghosts at the extreme north of Skyrim.

Master Wizard Mirabelle explained to me that the wizards clothing's color were used to differentiate between the novices, who were student of the college without a mentor, apprentices who had a mentor, mages, senior mages and scholars which were the five ranks of the college. Above of these were the master wizard, and then the archmage. As for why the women were dressed as they were, Mirabelle appeared surprised when I asked about it and said that it was the tradition and had always been the case. I couldn't help but think that it must have been a decision from a particularly lecherous male archmage at one point in time but kept that opinion to myself.

Another thing she explained that I had not known when I came, was that the way Winterhold's college wasn't like the other magical university that I had heard about, without entry fees or hard screening to get in, was also the cause for a really different way of doing things there than in the rest of Tamriel. There were no proper class there, the accomplished mages would sometimes hold some lectures or even teach the "young ones" like me, but there was no established cursus for the novices and apprentice. In place, all had access to the library to study and to some apparatus to practice magic, but if one wanted to learn something, he either had to pay for private tuitions from the available masters, or to get a mentor which would give him the title of apprentice. An apprentice was supposed to obey his mentor, on the other hand this one must provide for him food and teachings. The thing was that, eventhough lodging and access to the library was free, without proper tuition and only a lecture when one of the senior felt like it, it was pretty hard to become a powerful mage. Also, food wasn't free and even without having to pay for a room, one had to eat and so needed some income. As such, many novices were here just once in a while to study, but lived elsewhere having to earn a living. There were some odd jobs that one could do at the college itself that were available from time to time, but not enough to get by, so if I didn't get an apprenticeship, I'd have to find a way to make some money.

These things she explained while we were in my room where she had me change into my new uniform.

"That's why, as a newcomer, I'd advise you to submit yourself to a screening tomorrow with all of the master mages once they've been made aware of the presence of a new novice. Not only will you no longer have to worry about earning some coin for your food, but those who study under a master get better quicker, and have a much better chance to earn their certificate." said Mirabelle Ervine.

"Err, sure I will be happy to be screened by these master mages. Will they test my knowledge, should I prepare in any way before I meet them? By the way, what is this certification you just mentioned?"

"Well, I doubt that you can really improve that much in just one day, you better rest. Each master has his own criteria of screening when they search for a student. Also don't worry if nobody takes you as an apprentice tomorrow, most new comer is generally a novice for at least a few month before a senior mage or a scholar offers him an apprenticeship. As for the certification, well that's a document that you'll need to show if you want to be recognized as a Winterhold College graduate if you seek employment as a mage. Now, do you have some other questions?"

"Well, I get that we have to wear some kind of uniform in the college but... Aren't they a bit... immodest?" I finally asked.

"Some have complained about it, but not much. In skyrim, women have always dressed lighter than men. I mean, I guess that you could ask for an exemption if that really disturbs you, but that would clearly set you apart and I wouldn't recommand it."

"I... No that won't be necessary, I was just a bit surprised to see that women here dressed like that but that won't be a problem. Thanks for your time."

"Sure, I'll let the mages know that a new novice is here. I am sure that you'll see most of the senior mages tomorrow. Keep in mind though that most of them will test you to see your abilities but that doesn't mean that any of them is actually looking for an apprentice. The screening is also there to help you know more about your own latent abilities. Today, you can get your bearings and study in the library if you wish. Also, I'll have a meal delivered to your room since it doesn't look like you came prepareed but don't expect it anymore after that. if you aren't apprenticed, you'll be expected to fend for yourself. Good luck tomorrow, and welcome to the college."

"Thank you master wizard."

With that, she left me in my new room, alone with my doubts...

However, I didn't stay long. I had been waiting to get to this place for so long, now that I was here, I was not going to spend my time moping in my room. Putting my doubts aside, I went and started to explore.

And the place was truly magnificent. Skyrim might be a babaric place compared to High rock (at least according to the bretons), but this place had been founded by Shalidor himself, and magic was all around, I could almost taste it in the air.

I visited the mushroom farm underground..

The glass house, heated enough to have luxurious vegetation in the cold climate of Winterhold...

Then I went where I really had wanted to go since I had arrived, the arcaneum, Winterhold's huge library.

It was even bigger than I had imagined. Obviously, a lot of the books were locked away and you had to ask the arcaneum's master, an intimidating orc named Urag, to get to them as had told me Master Wizard Mirabelle, but with the hundreds of scrolls and books already available I was like a little girl in a candy shop.

I was reading a book on Camlorn story, my own birthplace, when I realised that there were some weird noises I could hear. To be honest, I guess that I had perfectly understood what they were, after all, I had spent many evenings hearing these very kind of things from my mother's room, but I guess that I didn't expect to hear that kind of things here in the arcaneum.

Getting closer, my suspicions were confirmed, what I could hear was definitely sucking, what in Quagmire?

Things were dark, and I didn't dare get any closer, but if I was not mistaken, there was a pink haired lady on her knees taking care of two gentlemen, and I was pretty sure that one of them was grey furred. J'Zargo? Well, apparently whatever punishment his mentor had devised for him hadn't been enough. What was wrong with these people doing it here, in a place of learning? What would I feel in her place, oblivious to my surroundings, only thinking of pleasing my two lovers while I would know deep down that people around would hear, and know what I was doing... I'd probably be so ashamed I'd want to disappear...

A moan louder than the other brought me back to what was happening and I hurried away, not wanting to be caught peeping on my first day. Yes, that was pretty wild but I guessed that it wouldn't be the last wild things I'd see (and how right was I). Refusing to be bothered by it, I went back to my reading until it was time to go to sleep. Next morning, my interviews with the many master wizards would begin.

The next day, I started my interviews with my potential mentors early in the morning. As tradition went, I would first meet the 5 scholars of each school of magic, then, if none of them had wanted me as an apprentice, I'd maybe meet some other senior mages  if they were interested.

I started with Faralda, the scholar of the school of destruction, in the Hall of the elements.

"Well, here we are girl. Now, as I told you yesterday, I won't take you as an apprentice. However I'll still test you to see your potential. Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, mas... Mistress?"

"I am not your master as you are not apprenticed to me, as for mistress, you sure are pretty, but I don't swing that way. Faralda will suffice, or you can call me scholar if you wish to adress me formally. Now, let's see if by guiding you I can lead you to produce a flame."

"Master, I... I mean Fa... Scholar. I Think that I understood how to make some fire. I read about it yesterday in the library and I think that I have the hang of it."

"Oh really? Please do show."

I visualised a flame and placed it in my hand, searching deep in my belly for my magicka, letting it trickle in my hand to take the shape, smell and sound of a flame. Almost immediately it was there floating lightly above my hand.

"You taught yourself that? With just a few hours in the library and some practice alone?"

"Yes mas... Scholar."

"OK, let's make little test, can you throw it out of your hand? Let's say on the hovering light there, don't worry, it won't damage it or the wall behind."

I turned towards the light she had pointed to me, extended my hand, and fed the flame some more magicka.

When the ray of flames got out of my hand to start licking at the well of light I almost panicked and lost control of my spell. However, knowing that I was being tested right now, I managed to keep it under control and kept feeding it magicka, trying not to think about what would happen to me if i let it run wild.

Faralad watched this in silence for a few more seconds before saying:

"OK girl, that's enough."

Shutting the magicka from my hand, I let the flames subside before standing straight back up, a bit breathless.

"Well, as for your light spell, that was sloppy as Quagmire, but considering that it was your first try... I'll admit that you've impressed me. If you're telling the truth. You are, right? You wouldn't dare lie to me girl, nobody taught you that, right?"

"I... No I swear. May Mara marry me to a pig if I lie."

"Mmm... I think that I believe you. Let's make another test. For most people, fire is the easiest of the elements to generate, let's see if we can make you do something else..."

She then started to explain to me what was the nature of electricity. She went on and on, talking about things I couldn't understand, with some theoretical vocabulary that I had never heard. Actually I had read some of those same words yesterday when I was reading on the nature of fire and I didn't think that it had helped me much. Doing my best not to show that I wasn't really listening, I concentrated on the image of lightning, on the sound of thunder, of the feel of the storms that would sometimes wake me up at night back home... I tried to fit it in my hand, and when it felt too big for that, I both of my hands...

"What in Oblivion?" Exclaimed faralda as some kind of light appeared in my hand with a sound like the buzz of many bees. "Did... Did you just do that like that? I wasn't even done explaining. How did you do that?"

"I... I just pictured a storm in my head, and placed it in my hands..."

"What? That is most bizarre. Any way, same, let's see you direct it at that light there."

Joining my hand, I let the magicka surge towards my hands and lightning poured out of them with a deafening roar. I could feel myself getting lightheaded when faralda tapped me on the shoulder, signaling me to stop.

She let me catch my breath a little while before asking:

"Nobody taught you that?"

"No scholar."

"What is the difference in the nature of fire and lightning?"

"I... I don't know scholar."

"And yet, you can generate either of them, without understanding what they are."

"I... Yes scholar."

"Most intriguing. I am pretty sure that Mirabelle, Colette, Phinis or Arniel do magic the classic way, but still, maybe that is because of your breton ancestry. After all, I doubt that the forsworn or the witches of the wyld study the nature of the elements the way we do and they do have powerful destruction mages. So, on one hand, you have huge potential, and apparently an almost instinctive way to do magic. On the other hand, you lack a lot of basic knowledge about magic and I think that you'll need to learn it anyway if you don't want to be stuck with a very basic and wastefull use of your apparently huge pool of magicka. As I told you, I won't take you as an apprentice, I already have one, but I'll tell you this, you may have an even bigger potential than J'Zargo, and he is, despite his crappy personality, the best student I ever had. So study hard, and you may do great things."

And with that said, she turned on her heels and left me there..

Next I met with Tolfdir. Unlike the scary Faralda, the scholar of the school of alteration was a sweet old man with a gentle attitude. However he had asked that I go to the arcaneum to study a specific text on the nature of reality before he got there. So after what felt like an eternity unsuccessfully trying to decipher some convulated and abstract text full of weird diagrams, when he showed up, I could kind of guess that things wouldn't go much better than with Faralda.

"So Shanilia,  care to tell me what you make of what you read?"

"Err, Scholar, to be honest, not that much."

"Didn't find it interesting? You know a curious mind is the stepping stone to knowledge."

"I... That's not it. Just... I think this book is too hard for me, it refers to many things that I have never heard about. I think this is just... Too advanced for me."

"Surprising. Faralda told me that she's seen you call forth fire and lightning, and also light. I'd think that to do so one needs to have a proper understanding of the fundamentals about this world's reality and it's interaction to magicka. Mmm... Did you not study before coming here?"

"I read a few books that I managed to acquire but I don't think that I had what you'd call a proper education. My mother taught me how to read and count, and then she gave me an allowance to buy some books, so I am mostly self taught."

"Oh, I see child, forgive me. Since you could do some magic, I assumed that you had some theory down, but apparently you're more on the instinctive side. Well, it's never too late to learn. My own apprentice Onmund, didn't know anything about magic before he came here. I wouldn't call him an erudite yet, but he has improved much, I am sure that you can too given time."

I felt my hopes dim when he said that. He already had an apprentice too, and he valued knowledge, which I didn't have. And I thought that getting to Winterhold would be the hardest part.

"Now child, why don't you show me that light spell of yours"

Well, maybe it was litterally my chance to shine!

I stood up, concentrated, opened my magicka well, and poured some of it in my hands. This time I made sure to control the flow, not wanting to make too bright a light as I had done with Faralda outside.

"Interesting" Muttered Tolfdir, watching me. "That's not the proper way of doing it but, well, I guess it should work."

Finally, I let go. Flooding the place with bluish light and "attaching" the ball of light a bit above me.

"Well, that spell isn't exactly as I'd have done it, but it works, you used a lot more magicka than necessary, but I guess that means that you have a big pool of magicka on hand already, which is a good thing. I can see that you're self taught, your spell could be better but on the other hand, learning to do this by yourslef means to you definitely have the capabilities to learn. I am sure that you'll make a fine apprentice."

"Does that mean that you'll take me as your apprentice?" I asked, unable to hide my hopes.

"What? Oh no, sorry child, I din't mean that. I am too old to have two apprentices, and I am pretty sure that having you around Onmund would distract him to no end, reducing his ability to study to zero. Already, whenever Brelyna is around he turns into a mumbling fool, adding you to the mix would probably turn the poor boy into a simpleton."

"I... I see. thank you for your time Scholar."

"Now now, don't despair child. You have talent, I am sure that someone will want to mentor you. Colette and Drevis don't have apprentices right now, and if not them, probably some other senior mage. If worse comes to worse, I could teach you once Onmund has passed his certification in a few months."

A few months, what could I do to earn my living for a few months? But he was right there were some other potential mentors left. Trying not to worry too much, I went to my next appointment.

I went then to Colette Marence's room, the scholar of Restoration. Since it was the only school of magic in which I had actually been taught a proper spell, I felt a bit more confident than in the other domain. Also, restoration is often affiliated with the idea of healing, a benevolent magic if there was any. In the novels I liked to read, restoration school practitionners were always kind persons. And Finally, both her name and surname were of Breton origin, maybe a common background would help endear me to her.

Knocking on he door, I came in when she called and went to stand in front of the chair she was sitting in.

However, as soon as I was there, after a very quick glance I just couldn't hold her gaze. Ther was nothing wrong with her eyes. She was actually much prettier than I had thought, as for Mirabelle Ervine, I had not expected prominent mages to be anything else than crones, which they weren't. Maybe they used some kind of magic to stay young and pretty, Dibella knew my mother clearly did. But no, the problem was her "make up", if you could call it that.

"So you're the new novice. Shanilia right?"

"Yes scholar"

"Hah respect huh? How refreshing. So you're here to learn magic? Or you just thought that this was a good place to find a husband? If that's the case, let me tell you, you came to the wrong place. Men in the college are as crass and rude as those outside of the wall."

"I... Yes scholar. I came here to study magic, that's all I have ever wanted to do."

"Good good. Now tell me, you consider restoration a valid school of magic, worthy of study, don't you? Don't you?"

Oh by Dibella, Why was she getting angry at me? And why did she have those horrible things on her face, and apparently on the rest of her body?

"Of course it is scholar."

"Good, good. Not that I require validation, of course. There are just some, and I shan't name names, who would disagree. It can make life difficult when one's colleagues fail to recognize the research one engages in. Now girl. you appear to have some difficulties looking me in the eye am I so intimidating?"

"No scholar. I mean yes, maybe. I am sorry."

"Is that my make up? Don't like it?"

"I... Yes I do it is... Pretty..."

"Pah, pretty... Do you take me for a fool? Well, let's adress the mammoth in the room. Are you from Skyrim girl?"

Oh by the Eight! That wasn't going well. At all.

"I... No scholar. I am from High Rock."

"High Rock huh? We might go go back to that. I knew you couldn't be a nord, too small and dainty, and anyway, nord women are even worse than men when it comes to magic and its value. So, I take it you're surprised by what's on my face, right? Well that's one of Skyrim's newest and nicest tradition. See, a few years back, someone found a recipe for an ink that would perfectly fuse with skin, making painting on the skin, if not permanent, at least really long lasting. Now, what did nords make of it? Some new art? A cultural thing of beauty? Of course they didn't. No, they thought it a perfect new way to shame women. Whoever is now considered to be an easy lay will probably end up with insulting scrawling all over her. Now, before you go having improper thoughts about me, I didn't lay with anyone. It's probably one or another of the men here, or maybe even a woman, who found it fun to scribble all over my face when I was asleep."

Saying nothing, I couldn't help but let my gaze wander down to her chest.

"Yeah, right, my face, and the rest. I sleep in the nude, is that a problem with you? This place is so well isolated that it's almost tropical, and I keep my door closed, so there should be no problem, are you judging me girl? Think that you are better than me? Well you aren't, let's see if you still find it funny when you're the one covered with more filth than a tavern's restroom!" She suddenly hissed at me.

By the Eight, that woman was crazy! I needed a mentor, but did I really want to be her apprentice? Well, on the other hand, I guess I would be pretty annoyed to have been defaced like she had, maybe she wasn't like that all the time.

"Err... And how long will it take to go away?" I asked, trying to divert her anger.

"Well, depends on the quality. Lowest quality ink should go in about a week, the purest would be almost life long. Of course, I can remove it, just have to burn the skin and regrow it, but even for a master in restoration that is a long and painful process, and since it is the third time this year, I decided to wait a bit to see how fast it faded before going through it one more time. Anyway, enough about me. Where are you from in High Rock?"

"I hail from Camlorn, in Glenumbra."

"Oh I come from Shornhelm in Rivenspire. I heard that Glenumbra is very pretty, though I also heard that the swamps south of Camlorn were pretty horrible."

"It is rumored so. I never went there actually, I am more of a city girl."

"Good for you. I myself am not fond of gallivanting in the wilds. Too much danger, and also too many horny fiends, men or beasts, who'd want nothing else than to take advantage of pretty girls like you and I."

Well I had no idea what she was talking about, but at least it seemed to be going better than I could have hoped considering the start of our interview.

"Now," she continued, "Let's see about your magical abilities.

For the next half hour, she guided me through some exercises. It was complicated, but not nearly as complex as what Toldir and Faralda had tried to explain to me. Actually, her approch to magic seemed to be much more instinctiive and closer to the way I had been doing things up to now.

"And now that you have gathered all that magicka, let it flow out of your palms, but keep it there a while to stabilize it." She said.

Now that was some understandable explanation. Not like the weird mumbo jumbo the others had talked about.

"Good! Good! Nearly there!" She said enthousiastically. "Now, let it go, but don't let it disperse, try to reabsorb it through all of your pores.

I did as she told me and I could feel the magicka get back into me as a soothing golden light.

"Incredible! You really are gifted! I don't think that I have ever seen someone with so much raw talent. That was one of the most basic self healing spell there is. It won't heal anything serious like a disease or a broken bone, it is more like a rejuvenation process applying a little bit of healing to the whole body. But still to learn it so quickly, you have the best raw potential I have ever seen!"

"Thank you scholar." I said beaming.

"Call me Colette, child, no need to be so formal. Now tell me, you never practiced restoration magic before?"

"I never did any healing, but I did learn a spell that my mother taught me, kind of a light shape shifting I guess. I wondered if it was restoration, illusion or alteration but the feel is very similar to what we just did, so I guess it must be restoration."

"Shape shifting? Now I am curious. If it indeed is it is very advanced, no wonder you could learn a basic self healing spell."

"I don't think that is very advanced, it is just a small spell my mother has learned and she is not a learned mage. Actually, I do it better than her, she never could do the kind of variations I do, but still I think that it is pretty basic."

"Well, don't keep me hanging, show it to me."

Well, that was the only spell I had been taught, and a pretty easy one to use. Now I was in my element and things were finally going my way. Concentrating, I gathered my magicka, and sent it back in me.

I went all out, going for something drastic. First I changed the nature of my hair, making it go from my natural black to a light blond. Then I changed its form, making it longer in the back, shorter in the front so that some of it escaped from my pony tail.

Once the light from the spell had dissipated, I looked at Colette to see if she was impressed. Well, she didn't lokk impressed, at all...

After looking at me for a few very long seconds, she finally talked.

"Yes, when you said that your mother taught you some shape shifting spell, I had no idea what you were talking about. But now I see, yes, I know of this spell. And you are right. It is indeed shape shifting, albeit on such a small scale that it would be more proper to call it cosmetic. And yes, it is a restoration spell."

"Is... Is there a problem, Colette? You sound angry."

"It is improper for a novice to call her betters by their name, I am the scholar of Restoration."

"But you... Forgive me scholar."

"Now, that spell was invented by the prostitutes of the Summerset isles to be able to fit their client's tastes better. I know that their counterparts in Valenwood had started using it too but I didn't know it had traveled as far as High rock... Now tell me wench, You said your mother taught you this spell, is your mother a whore?"

"Sholar, I don't see how... I mean, she is a courtesan in Camlorn, but a respected one, and she has mostly noble and educated patrons..."

"I didn't ask you about the proper way to call a woman who spreads her legs for money, nor how much coin she makes bouncing on dicks. I asked you, is your mother a whore, yes, or no?"

"Y... Yes scholar."

"And she taught you the tools of her trade. Then what, you wanted some new gimmicks to please the customers better, that's why you came here, to be a better whore?"

"No! She taught me that spell to train me at magic, not to become a prostitute. And I came here to learn magic, I want to be a mage, not a whore!"

"Right, keep those lines and your fake tears for your sugar daddy. Considering the pigs dressed as mages who are living here, I am sure that you'll easilly find someone here who'll be happy to teach you spells to make your tits bigger and your cunt tighter between two romps. But that won't be me, now get out of my room you mean little slut!"

Holding back my tears, I fled from her room.

"What a bitch! I may be a whore's daughter, but I am not a mean hag! Maybe that's why someone painted your face!"

Of course, that would have been more effective if I had had the guts to tell that to her face rather than mumble it once her room's door had closed behind me. But then I was sure that she would have done her best to have me expelled from the college, and not just from her room...

Going back to my room, I was lost in my thoughts that I actually bumped in someone while I hurried away from my last interview.

"Oh by the eight i am so sorry, I..."

Taken aback, I started to apologise only to stop mouth agape seeing who I had collided with.

"Hey, no worry pretty! I got some padding!" She said, gigling in a bubly voice.

She was in a state of undress that could not be considered normal, even considering how flimsy our robes were, and she smelled like my mother's room after she had entertained many patrons, like some expensive and heavy perfume and... Something else... And she was covered in... But that couldn't be...

As if nothing was out of the ordinary, she struck a pose highlighting her massive asset while continuing, still bubbly and giggly:

"Don't think we've met. Coulda forgotten, like, that happens all the time, but I think not cause you're so pretty, and I remember pretty! I am Livvy, you're new here?"

"I am... Err... Yeah, my name is Shanilia."

"Kay! That's gonna be Shani for me. Shanilia's too long, I like my names with two sybab... Sylaboo, two sounds, easier right? Are you, like, a new mage?"

"Yes I am a novice here, I arrived yesterday."

"Oh, good for you! You'll like it here, everybody is so nice! Well, mostly the men, girls, not so much, they're kind of jealous cause i've got, like bigger boobs and ass than them, but don't you worry, your tits are, like, kinda small, but you're super cute, I am sure that every body will love you!"

"Well thanks. So... You live here too? You're also a mage?"

I mean she couldn't be right? Even if she had the clothes of the order.

"Of course I live here silly, I've lived here, like, forever. I used to be a mage too. I studied curse, and the like. But the one day, one of my cursed jewel went, like, poof in my face! then my tits got bigger, my ass too, and it became, like, very hard to think. But it's okay, cause now everybody is super nice to me!"

"So... If you're not a mage anymore, what exactly do you do?"

"I suck cocks silly, and I fuck. I just spent all night in the guards barracks, in town. They were, like, so happy to see me! We fucked like, all night, more than that in fact cause it's afternoon and I went there in the evening!"

"And... Aren't you tired?"

She just turned to me and starting wiggling her sizable behind at me.

"I am! But I am horny too! I want a big fat cock in me, I want it to fill me up, and like imbreg... Pregman... Make me a mommy! With even bigger tits and yummy milk! Well, it can't cause I got some magic thingy that says no no spermy, no baby! But it's been so long since my last dickie! Well not that long, but I want iiit! Say, wanna come with me? Heard the jarl's wife went on a pilgrimage in Windhelm, Kory must be so lonely! He says I'm his favourite mage in the whole world! If you come with me maybe you'll be, like, his second favorite!"

"Err, no thanks, I got... You know..."

"No worry sexy girl, next time, see you around!"

And just like that, she turned tail and went back out of the building...

After that, needing some calm, I went back to my room. A letter had been slid under my door saying that my next interview would be at night with both Drevis Neloren, the scholar of Illusion, and Phinis Gestor, the scholar of Conjuration since they were both busy with some experimentation. It was past noon, I was starting to feel pretty famished, but I didn't want to waste coins on a meal at the tavern. If I didn't get a mentor, what little money I had left would feel precious indeed. Since I didn't feel like studying, I took one of my favourite adventure romance novel out of my bag and lost myself in the story of Jandirra, the proud  fighter monk of Rimmen and her impossible love with the lieutenant of the akaviri invaders.

In my book Jandirra had gotten captured by some akaviri soldiers who were about to interrogate her. I knew the story, having read it many times before, but still, I couldn't wait to read about the obscene things she was about to be subjected to in order to get her to talk when there was a knock on the door. By Dibella's tits, Couldn't one have a moment for herself after having been rejected and humiliated by 3 persons in a row? Still, maybe it was important...

"Come in"

The bosmer who entered was, I must say, quite dashing. He had a kind of mischevious air to himself, almost of danger.

"Hum. Hi?" I said.

"Hello young lady, I came here to..." He stopped mid sentece and looked at me. "Wait, are you Shanilia, the new novice?" 

"Well, yes that's me, and you are?"

"Oh, sorry about that, I am Enthir, one of the senior mages here. I was told that the new novice was a cute dark haired breton. You sure are cute, but with mer ears and blond hair I thought I might have the wrong room."

"Oh, I am breton, at least on my mother's side, and as for the hair." Remembering Colette's reaction I hesitated, but well, it was pretty hard to lie about that, I intended to turn my hair back to what they were before. "Well, I changed them with a spell."

"Interesting, they were right about you."

Well, I had no idea who they were, and what they had told about me, but I didn't want to antagonize another person on my second day here.

"And... Err, what can I do for you sir?"

"What do you say we talk about it around an ale and something to eat?"

"I... I don't know if..."

"You won't have to pay for it of course. Listen, I can quite imagine your situation, believe it or not, those of us who didn't come here with the support of nobility or wealthy family began like you. You have a dwindling sum of money, you haven't been apprenticed yet, and you are wondering how you'll get by. That's partly to talk about that that I came to see you. So what do you say?"

"I... Sure."

"Good, come with me."

I followed him out of the building, then of the college to go back to the tavern where I slept my first night in skyrim after getting out of the boat. That was two nights ago. That felt like an eternity.

Enthir brought us to a table, then he ordered enough food and drinks for 4 persons.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, trying to push away the smell of food from my mind.

My stomach growled. By the gods, did he hear that?

"Look girlie," he said "I get you. You don't want to accept favor from the suspicious bosmer without knowing what it entails. So I'll say it, nothing. Think about it as my first, and probably last act of kindness towards you. Believe me when I say that later, all our interactions will be about business, but not today. You probably have had only the one meal that Mirabelle provided you since you arrived yesterday morning. You're about to pass out, so eat. This meal comes with no strings attached, there is no poison in the food, and nothing more in the drinks than good old fermented grain and fruits."

I hesitated one more second, then I started wolfing down all the food I could, Sweet Mara, it was so good!

When I finally felt full, I sat back in my chair, blissfully drowsy.

"So, feeling better?" Asked Enthir.

"I do. I can't thank you enough."

"It's all right. first, and probably last, remember? As I told you before, I am a businessman, so let's do business."

"What kind of business?" I asked, feeling suspicious again.

"Nothing shady, except if that is your speed. but first, let's get some context. You've seen three masters out of five. Didn't get an apprenticeship, did you?"

"I... How would you know that?"

"Tolfdir and Faralda already have an apprentice, as for Colette, she's a bitch, she even has it written out on her forehead for all to see."

"Are you the one who..."

"Wrote it? No, but who cares, that's true and everybody knows it, probably even herself. She's a whiny, ill-tempered, paranoid, envious and sullen mean bitch! Now that leaves just two of them who, if they do things the way they actually do, will see you together tonight. Now Phinis already has an apprentice also, so that leaves Drevis. He might take you as an apprentice, but he isn't an easy man to please, I know it for a fact, I used to be his apprentice."

"Then there are the senior mages."

"Right, I know that, I am one of them."

"What are you saying?"

"Wait, let's keep exploring. In the senior mages, Urag already has an apprentice, Arniel might have taken you if you were a dunmer since they know quite a lot about the dwemmers, but you're not. Sergius is too busy trying to prove that enchanting services can make us appreciated by the nords to teach anyone anything. He might take you on, but you'd end up as a courier, not a mage. There used to be Lyvelia, but she all she could teach you today is how to suck dicks. Arabella's a nice girl, bright and rather kind. However she went away a while ago and hasn't been here for at least a month, who knows if she's coming back. And then, there is Alanna, who's an even bigger bitch than Colette and has never taken an apprentice."

"Right, ok."

"Now let's talk about you. Something tells me that you don't even have enough money to go back where you came from, so you're stuck here. Do you know of any trade you could make here, in this ghost town? Or are you maybe a strong warrior? If that's the case there are a lot of work for the mercenary types around here, it is after all a pretty wild and dangerous place as soon as you step out of the city. So I can see two job possibilities. Either serving tables here. You'll survive, you'll scrap by, but you'll study on your own, you won't have enough money to pay for any tuition from anyone. Or you can work here also, but in the rooms, you'd make some money that way. Not that much, but some. However, this isn't High Rock, most of your money would go to Dagur, the inn keeper, and before that you'd have to pay for a prostitution licence from the jarl, and believe me, those don't come cheap here."

"Right... I still don't know what you're asking."

"Simple. If nobody takes you as an apprentice I will. I'll treat you good, feed and dress you well, teach you magic. I am a very powerful destruction and conjuration mage and a rather good  alteration practitionner. I am crap at illusion and restoration, which might explain why Drevis and I didn't click, but I can pay for your lessons with other if you want to."

"I... So you'll take me as your apprentice! Then yes of course, I'd be happy to!" I said excitedly.

"Yes, I'd be your master by day, and you'd be my mistress by night. That... Is the deal." He concluded looking at me in the eyes.

All this talk, all those preambles, to explain how inevitable it was that I'd be his! What a jerk!

I got up without a word, but he quickly stood and went in front of me to block my way.

"Let me pass! I am not a... I won't be your..." I said through clenched teeth, torn between the desire to lash at him and the knowledge that to do so might give me another enemy in the college.

"Now, now, calm your tits girlie. As I told you I am a businessman, I won't force you or coerce you. I expected you to say no, and then there are no hard feelings on my end. But know that my proposal is still on the table. Something tells me you haven't really known hardships before. Well, you're about to. So when you tire of greasy drunken men, either as a tavern wench or a prostitute, or when you tire of cleaning Drevis's underwear if he takes you as an apprentice, cause yes, this stingy old man had me do his laundry when I was his apprentice, then remember what I offered you. That's all I am saying."

"You want me to fail so that I come back crawling to you!"

"I wouldn't mind you crawling if that's your thing, but no. What I want is to get in your pants. You're pretty lass, more than that in fact, you're gorgeous. Many men will want to get between your legs, I just happen to be the one who's offering you the best deal for it, now think about it."

Then he moved out of the way. Not so much angry as mortified now, I stormed out of the tavern to go back to the college. Well, At least I wasn't hungry anymore...

I spent the rest of the day in my room in the College. I didn't want to chance an encounter with Colette, or Enthir, or J'Zargo... By the Eight. I was at the place where I had wanted to come and already, the place I had dreamed about since many months, and already, in just two days, I had been harassed by an apprentice, asked to become the mistress of a senior mage, and called a slut by one of the scholar. I was clearly off to a good start. The worst part was that, I couldn't help but wonder is Enthir wasn't right. I hadn't refused to become like my mother in Camlorn to become a tavern whore in such a backward ghost town, so what, if nobody took me as an apprentice, serve table for a few septim a day? To be able to eat and pay for an hour of tuition from a senior mage maybe once a month? I'd get nowhere. Or should I try to become an adventurer? I mean, only  with today I guess we could say that I knew a little of battle magic, I could heal myself, generate fire and lightning, well, to a certain extent. Was that enough? And well, it was all exciting and romantic in my books, but the prospect of being face to face with an armed bandit or an angry troll suddenly was less appealing when one thought about doing it for real...

Those were my thoughts all afternoon, and later, when night had fallen and I went to the room in which I had been told that I'd meet Phinis Gestor, scholar of Conjuration, and Drevis Neloren, scholar of illusion.

"Good evening young one, so you're the one making all the tongues waggle since yesterday, I guess. Shanilia, Right? And I understand why, so pretty you are. My, If I was a few decades younger I wouldn't let such a beatiful girl go without trying to court her!" said the dunmer. Drevis I guessed.

By Dibella, was I about to be asked for some more improper things? Maybe in a way Colette was right and all the men here were actually more interested by my womanly charms than by my ability to learn magic.

"Will you stop you old lecher!" Exclaimed the other, probably Phinis. "you'll scare the poor girl away. And a few decades? make that a few centuries. Now girl, sorry to call you here at such a late hour but our experimentation could not be delayed. Now, If I am correct, your name is Shanilia, from Camlorn. Am I right?"

"You are scholar."

At least one of the two seemed serious enough, but of course, according to Enthir, that was the one who already had an apprentice. He continued:

"Now, from what I have heard from Faralda and Tolfdir, you have an innate talent for magic, even if you lack proper training. Do you know of any conjuration or illusion spell?"

"No Scholar, I am sorry."

"No worry child, we have a way to test you that won't require you to know anything, like that we'll know if you are worth teaching. However for that, we'll need to put you under a mild hypnosis spell, would that be all right with you?"

By Mara's motherly love, what was that all about. Put me under an hypnosis spell, that sounded scary, and a highly suspicious way of testing someone. on the other hand, these two were two of the five scholars of the college, I could hardly refuse, and, they were supposed to be respectable members of the college, I should be able to trust them, wasn't I? 

Seeing my hesitation, Drevis spoke then:

"I know what people say about hypnosis child. They say you can make someone into a proper doll, or a slave, make them subservient to you, or change their personnality, that is true, it is possible, but it is a long and grueling process, I wouldn't be able to do something like that without you noticing and it would take me days, maybe weeks. Now, what we have in mind is something easier, and much less scary, just a little trance."

"I see, but... Forgive me for asking, why is it necessary?" I asked.

"Well, you see, the schools of llusion and conjuration are, for different reasons, considered the two hardest to learn, or teach." Answered Drevis. "I assume that Tolfdir and Faralda went through some quite complicated explanations to test you. Well the thing is Alteration, destruction and illusion all are based on the same principles, but to compare it to something more concrete, if destruction was like hammering, then illusion would be like embroidery, or needle work, a much finer use of energies since it affects mostly the mind, or some rather subtle things, like one's own shadow."

"And as for conjuration." Continued Phinis. "It is a completely different principle  of magic. It is about opening the doors to the oblivion planes to call forth things or beings. You need to know what you are doing, what to draw out, how to protect yourself against it and how to bind it in a way that it'll do what you want and not the other way around. You can't brute force it, and you can't afford to make any mistake. So for that reason, it would take days to have you ready to perform some conjuration or illusion magic, and to take so much time to realize after that that you have no talent for it would be quite a waste of time, for you, and for us. So what we want to do is put you in a light trance to try to harness your own powers, but with our mastery, like that, we'll see if you have a natural talent for our schools of magice without wasting time or putting you in danger of being gutted by a xivilai if you mess up an invocation."

"Well... When you put it like that..."

"Yes, good, so now just relax." Said Drevis, standing up and extending a hand towards me.

I did my best to. For a while nothing happened, I was about to ask if I needed to do something particular for it work when I felt myself drift, as if I was falling asleep...

I came to, lying on the cold hard floor of the room in which I had been. Wat, what had I been doing? Some one was next to me. Talking... To me?

"Shanilia. Can you hear me?" Was saying, probably actually repeating, Phinis who was kneeling next to me.

At the other end of the room, was Drevis who sat on the ground, watching me, and looking dazed and kind of... Scared? What in Cold harbour had happened. They had talked about needing to put me under a hypnosis spell, I agreed. I guess that DRevis did put the spell on me and then...

"Err... Scholar? What happened?"

"First of all, how are you feeling Shanilia?"

"I... All right I guess. A bit disoriented, and I don't know what happened..."

"Well, If you're feeling all right, maybe you ought to redress yourself properly." He said, a bit dryly.

Looking down, I saw that one of my breasts had gotten out of my dress.

With a yelp, I jumped back up and put things in place as best I could. What had happened, my dress was all messed up, the straps weren't attached as I had put them on this morning, What in Dibella's name had happened here? Even my shoes were off my feet, lying in one corner of the room.

I kept apologising as I redressed myself up while Drevis got up groggily to sit on the available chair. Finally, I was dressed in a decent and tolerable manner. Standing in front of the two scholars, I asked again.

"Please tell me. What happened."

They looked at each other, and finally Phinis spoke.

"Well, we tested you. The results were actually quite... Surprising to say the least."

"Surprising, how?"

"Well, you do have the gift for conjuration, at least for the daedric kind. The necromantic yelded absolutely no result. On the other hand, I'd be very careful when studying it if I were you. You... Actually summoned a scamp when I was testing you. And it was totally uncontrolled. Had I not banished it, who knows what it could have done, to you or someone else had he escaped."

A scamp, but wasn't that a really nasty creature, one that used to burn houses and men alike, to rape women during the oblivion crisis?

"Sweet Mara! I am so sorry."

"Well, not your fault. I think." Said Phinis. "But still, no conjuration unsupervised until we are sure that you know what you're doing."

"I... Yes masters... I mean scholars."

They both looked at each other.

"Now, about the illusion magic, there was something weird also." Said Drevis. "It was potent, but somewhat... Tainted."

"Tainted? I don't understand." I said.

"Actually, I don't know if the problem lies with the conjuration and the illusion magic." Continued Drevis. "I am guessing that it was the first time someone used a hypnosis spell on you, right?"

"I guess so."

"Do you know something of... I don't know how to say that. Are you always... That nice, and docile?"

"I... don't know if really am that nice and docile, as you say but... I guess? Faralda said that I should have more backbone, so does my mother actually. Is that the problem, my personnality?"

"No, no, you're personnality is fine as it is girl." Said Drevis, sounding frustrated. "But, well... If it is always the same... Maybe... In your dreams, are you like when you are awake?"

"I... Yes... Mostly..." I answered lookig at the floor and feeling myself blushing."

"It is important Shanilia." Said Phinis.

"Well... I don't think that I am mean or anything in my dreams, maybe a bit bolder..." I said.

"Bolder? That's it?" Asked Drevis. "Bolder how."

"Well... Maybe much bolder when... When..."

"When what girl, spit it." Said Phinis.

I felt myself turn crimson.

"When it comes to boys... And naughty things... That one does with boys..."

By Dibella, did they want me to spll it for them? And anyway, what was wrong with that? Eventhough I had matured a bit slower than the other girls, probably due to my elven heritage, I was at an age wher most girls my age, had already had a fiancé, a husband or a lover. And even if my mother had tried to shield me from it, I had grown up surrounded by the idea of sensuality. Still, Drevis and Phinis looked at each other as if I had said something very significant. Great, two more who would see me in a sensual light from now on. 

"And so, what happened?" I finally asked again.

"What? Oh, you had some kind of a fit. Nothing serious but I would stay away from hypnosis magic if I were you from now on." Said Phinis.

I might not be the courtesan that my mother was, but I was pretty sure that they were lying, or at least hiding a part of the truth. Had they had there way with me? Was that why I had been in this state of undress? But they didn't look like kinky old men who had their way with a girl, they looked, afraid. What in Quagmire was happening?

"That will be all, Shanilia, you should get some rest." Said Phinis.

Well I didn't know what had happened, but clearly, it hadn't gotten me an apprenticeship.I wished them a good night and I left. I was tired, physically and emotionally. Well, they were right, time to sleep. On the morrow I'd need to consider my options. Feeling dejected, I went back to my room to sleep.

Happy end! (For Goragz)

You want to know about my time as an apprentice in Winterhold? Well, it wasn't what I expected I can tell you that.

So let's see. My mother had decided to pay for my education in Winterhold. Up to there, I had lived with her in Camlorn where she was a high end prostitute and she wanted me to be able to choose a different path in life than her. Still, she was probably far better off than someone in her trade would have been in Skyrim, the sociely there being far less phalocratic than the nord one. However I had no notion about that at that time. Anyway, despite her profession, I had been pretty sheltered myself, knowing of her activities but a virgin myself eventhough I knew far more than she suspected about sex since I had taken to spy on her when she was with her clients.

Considering my education, I was well written and knew my calculus, Still, I was far from being what one would call a scholar. Since I was considered very pretty and knew my letters, I probably could have married a wealthy man, become a smith or a miller's wife maybe, or even a noble's mistress. However, I had a strong magic ability. I had learned my mother's only magical talent, which was a cosmetic spell allowing you to change your hair color and its length, and I had taught myself a hovering light spell. Furthermore, having learned to read with some fantasy novels that some of my mother's patron had given me, I had a fascination with the "adventurer's life" and wanted to be one.

So I had told my mother that I wanted to become a mage. Obviously, she didn't know about the whole adventurer thing or she probably would have forbidden me from leaving her side and married me me to one of her wealthy client's son, but she could picture me as a court magus or an enchantment merchant so she agreed to it.

It might appear strange that I went to Skyrim, of all places to learn magic, but in fact, Winterhold was known as one of the few places where one could study magic officially, without needing any political screening or family ties. As usual, High Rock and it's different magic academies were a nest of vipers, you had to be an elf (more than me) to study magic in the aldmeri dominion, and the imperial synode was as political if not more than the breton's mage guilds. Deeming me too naive to survive these places, my mother then chose to send me to Winterhold. As for me, the very romantic notions that I had about skyrim as a wild place where adventurers could roam the land freely made me agree with her choice if not with her reasoning.

I traveled from Camlorn to Northpoint by caravan and took a boat there to Winterhold. When I arrived there, I had more or less 200 septims left, and nothing apart from the 2 or 3 dresses that I had brought with me and a few of my favourite novel books. The cold was searing and night was falling when I finally step foot on Skyrim's ground for the first time. There, I finally laid eyes on the college, towering above me on top of a lone rock tooth like an ominous castle out of one of my light novels. That was gorgeous. Seeing it, I could already picture me as a great sorceress, adulated by the poor and the weak, bane of monsters and evil bandits...

On the other hand, if I was impressed by the college, the "city" next to it was quite the disappointment. I had read about it on my way here, how it had been an important trade point, but that it had fallen on hard times since some sort of tempest or something, well frankly, fallen on hard times was putting it lightly. It was almost a ghost town with no more than maybe ten houses that still appeared to be in use, the rest of the town made up of snow covered ruins... And by the Eight, I was litterally freezing!

Since I didn't feel like knocking on the college's doors while it was night, I hurriedly found my way to the only inn of the town and went there, using a little more of what was left of my money to get a meal and a room. It is there, going to sit to get my meal that I saw one of these outrageous adverts for the first time.

There, right in a tavern, a big announcements of a slave sale. And not only that, but there was a picture, probably created by some kind of magical contraption that depicted a naked woman covered in chains. Was that allowed in skyrim? Usual enough that it could be displayed in an inn for all to see? In what I had read I didn't remember any places in the Empire or its old provinces where slavery was legal. I mean who knew what happened in the aldmeri dominion, but here in Skyrim?

After that, I really didn't feel hungry any more. Shocked, and let's face it a bit flustered by that image, I stood up to go to my room when someone that I hadn't seen approach called for me.

"You are new here, aren't you? This one would have noticed such a pretty girl in this dreadful town if you lived here."

Looking back, I saw a grey furred khajitt with a drooping mustach, dressed in a flamboyant red attire looking at me. Feeling Shy, I couldn't hold his gaze. I wasn't used to khajitts, I had seen some already but had never really talked to one. Also, eventhough he appeared well dressed and educated, I couldn't help but feeling something feral, almost predatory in the way he was looking at me.

"Hi... I... My name is Shanilia. And yes I just arrived from a boat."

"From a boat, Here to see the college this one thinks. J'zargo could take you there tonight, he lives there you see, he is one of the mages."

J'zargo? Was that his name? And he was a mage? From the college? Such luck, maybe he could help me become a student there!

"I... Yes I would love to see it, you see I am here to... Ah!"

I was cut short mid sentence when I fetl his hand land on my bottom. Dumbfounded, I didn't know how to react.

"Good, follow J'Zargo to his room. Much more confortable than this lousy inn. There, this one will see what treasures you hide under this ugly dress, and give you so much pleasure you can never go back to sleeping with any shave skin and their smooth little pee pee. And if you make J'Zargo happy too, he will reward you handsomely, mm? J'zargo is pretty rich you know?"

What? He wanted to make love to me? Saying that he would pay me?

"Ah! Please stop that! I am not a prostitute!"

Still fondling me, he smiled at me:

"Then J'Zargo doesn't need to pay. Even better. Now come, show J'Zargo a good time. He is an important person in the college, he could let you stay in his room as long as you make him happy. You'd get pretty baubles, nice dresses and good food, and you'd get to sleep with him every day. Being J'Zargo's mistress would make all the girls jealous of you." He said, his hand still fondling my behind. 

"I... Please... Stop... People are watching!"

They were, and none was coming to my help.

"J'Zargo isn't holding you back. If you want him to stop, you can just go away." He said with a smirk.

By the Eight! Shamefaced I ran away from him to get in my room and slammed the door shut behind me.

What had just happened? And why had I just stood there like an idiot. Also, why hadn't anybody intervened? And now, I would probably see him again if I was accepted in the college, how could I face him after what he had done to me? Or what I had let him do to me...

Trying to change my train of thougts, I tried to distract myself with one of my  favourite novels that I had brought with me, but my mind kept coming back to this Khajitt's hand on me, his outrageous propositions, my lack of reaction...

What would have happened had I not spoken up? Would he have taken me to his room in the college? Would he be making love to me right now?

When had I let go of my book? When had I undressed? How could I fantasize about laying with such a crude character? Yet, here I was with my fingers dancing on my virgin but oh so moist and sensitive flower.

I could picture it. Me pinned down under him, his proud and strong dragon... By the way, how did khajitt look down there? I had never sees my mom with one. But I guessed they weren't called beast race for nothing, they probably were massive down there! He would fill me completely, I was sure of it!

Imagining what it would feel to have him take me like that, how I would look like writhing in the throes of passion under him, I suddenly shook under the sweet release of a devastating orgasm as I felt some of my nectar spew from my flower to wet my sheets. 

As I laid there, breathless, I couldn't help but wonder what had come over me. I always had had a pretty active and wild imagination and if I was a virgin and had actually never even kissed a boy, it wasn't my first time pleasuring myself, but still, to lose control like that! And to reach my peak so quickly? What had made me so excited? That brash and impudent khajitt was far from what I always had fantasized about, and yet, he had been so offensive with me. had there been something in my food? In the air? Or was the prospect of finally becoming a mage enough to unhinge me so?

I thought that I would have difficulty sleeping but actually didn't even redress or get under the furs before nodding off.

When I got up, I dressed up and ate some breakfast, trying my best to calm down, to think about what I'd say to the mages of the college, not to think about the mean khajitt and his rude actions and comment towards me. 

Once ready, I took all my belongings and went to the edge of town, where the ornamental bridge wass, where, I hoped, my future awaited me. There, I closed my eyes, breathing in and out a few times to focus. Time to look like a good student, to make them want me here. I had come all the way to Camlorn for that and I was not even sure that the money I had left would get me back to Highrock, I had to be accepted as a student here!

"Well, if it isn't yesterday's pretty girl? Here to finally accept J'zargo's offer?"

Shocked out of my introspection, I opened my eyes to see that the very one I didn't want to see had gotten out from behind one of the pillars and was looking down at me.

"What? What are you doing here?" I asked

"Right now, J'zargo is the one guarding the college's gate, the one responsible for making sure that no intruder comes in. Lucky for you isn't it. Another one would have told the pretty farm girl to go back where she came from, but J'Zargo isn't so cruel. He'll let you in if you are nice to him."

Oh by the eight? Why did it have to be him today? Or... Did he expect me? Did he volunteer to be the one to "welcome" me?

"I... I am not here for sight seeing. I am here to learn, to study. I want to become a student of Winterhold's college." I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Oh really? This one is here to study? But surely you must know that not everyone can become a student here?"

"What? But I was told that there was no political screening!"

"Who talks about political? This here is a mage's college, so obviously you must have some magic talent to be accepted as a student! Not every farm girl is accepted here you know?"

Oh, I had gotten scared for a while. Also, that damn cat was starting to get on my nerves with his farm girl this, farm girl that!

"I am not a farm girl, you know? I hail from Camlorn, which if I must say, is much more civilised than this place, warmer too. And there my magical talent was recognised which is precisely why I traveled up to this remote place. So if you could just let me in then I could get out of the cold and start doing what I came to this godsforsaken place for, which is studying magic."

The rude khajitt seemed a bit taken aback by my outburst, as if he hadn't expected me to actually talk back. Not that surprising actually considering how meek he had seen me up to now. He stepped back a bit before saying.

"Oh you'll have to pardon this one milady. J'Zargo might have misjudged you. Usually J'Zargo can kind of smell important or powerful people, but maybe he was so taken by your beauty that he failed to recognize your value."

Flattery now... Well, that was still better than nothing. I was about to go when he stopped me again. 

"Now, this one has no doubt that you are a powerful mage, but he will need to attest that you actually have some talent. He wouldn't want the other mages to question him and have no clear answer as to what he was shown. So what spell will you show J'Zargo?"

"Err, I guess that I could show you the hovering light spell  that I know? It isn't that stable or great but I learned it by myself so..."

"A light spell? Even a goblin could learn to do that if they didn't prefer to lurk in smelly caves. Surely you have something better to show J'Zargo?"

And as quickly as my confidence had risen, it was crushed. What else could I show him? The only other spell that I knew was the one allowing me to change my haircut or coloration, it was practical for a courtesan like my mother, but if my light spell didn't impress him, I doubted that this one would.

Now smirking, J'Zargo said:

"This one knows, why don't you use an expert level destruction spell on this pillar, don't worry, it is protected against magic. No? A strengthening spell? A daedra summoning spell? No? Nothing? Maybe J'Zargo wasn't so wrong after all. Now why don't you go back to Camlorn or wherever to impress people with your great magic, while here real mages study and nurture some true power, mmm?"

No... I couldn't fail. I couldn't go back, that was a nightmare! unable to face the mean Khajitt, I pleaded:

"Please... How can I know magic without being taught? I can't go back to Camlorn. I can't study in Highrock, I am neither rich nor noble enough for that... And I don't even have enough for the boat back."

"Oh... Not so high and mighty now. Not a farmgirl but a pauper. There is no place for talentless girls like you here. Unless..."

"Please, how can I prove myself to you, I'll study, I'll work hard, I'll..."

"You'll show J'zargo your teats."

"Yes I... What?"

"Remove this dress and maybe J'Zargo will let you come in."

"But..."

"Fine, go. J'Zargo has plenty of farm girls who are happy to undress for him."

"No, I... I'll do it."

Burning with shame while freezing under Winterhold's icy winds, my dress in a heap in the wall's corner. I stood there, mortified as the vulgar Khajitt looked me up and down.

"Oh, that is a nice little elf. Are you a bosmer? You can't be dunmer or altmer with that white skin."

"My mother is breton, sir. And I don't know my father."

"Oh, halfmer then this one guesses. Now, Show J'Zargo some halfmer teats before the cold turns them to ice."

"But..."

"Or you can still go back where you came from."

I let my bra fall next to my dress.

"Please... Please no more..." I pleaded, my earlier spunk no more than a distant memory.

"First, Show J'Zargo. He's the one who'll say when this is enough."

He was right I guessed. After all, it wasn't as if I had any other bargaining chip. Defeated, I let my hands fall to the sides.

"Such nice teats! Makes J'Zargo wants to go back to childhood." he said, crouching close to me.

He was so close to me. So close to my almost and soon to be naked body. Because obviously he wouldn't stop here. He would have me undress completely, and then, he probably would abuse me. After all, that's what he had wanted yesterday, there wasn't really any reason for him to ask for less today, especially now that he knew that I couldn't afford to refuse any of his demands.

By Mara and Dibella, how could I feel so hot with the air so cold? He looked straight at my panties, as if he could see through it to gaze at my virgin flower, and then he sniffed a few times before bursting out laughing.

"Ha! J'Zargo didn't smell any power or magic in the stupid farmgirl, but he sure smells a female in heat now! You want J'Zargo to breed you now, don't you?"

"What? No I don't!" I didn't... Right?

"Pah! No matter. You'll learn to be more honest with time. Now remove this last garment and let J'Zargo have his fill of this sweet smelling pussy and then this one will let you..."

"Will let her what, my dear apprentice?" Asked a commanding voice to my right.

J'Zargo jumped away from me as if he'd been kicked while I covered myself as best as I could.

We both had been so wrapped up in each other than neither of us had heard or seen the severe looking altmer.

"So J'Zargo. Mind telling me what in Oblivion is happening here?"

"Err, you see. J'Zargo was garding the way to the college as he had been instructed, and then the crazy girl came and said that she wanted to visit the college. And when I said that she couldn't she started undressing to tempt J'Zargo..."

"What? You're the one blackmailing me!"

"Shut up little girl, grown ups are talking. Well actually, a grown up and a flea infected rug are talking. Now J'Zargo, give me a good reason not to burn you to a crisp right here and now."

"Master, surely you won't believe her? J'Zargo was merely trying to restrain her when..."

"That's not true. He's the one who demanded that I undress, he even assaulted me yesterday when I was..."

"ENOUGH! The both of  you wil shut up or there will be an overcooked khajitt and girl roast for lunch for the villagers today."

When she saw that we were both silent, she turned once more to J'Zargo.

"You stupid horny cat. No more lies. I knew that you were up to no good when you told me this morning that I ought to rest and that you'd take my place at the gate. So I asked Drevis to turn me transparent and I watched from afar. When I saw that something was happening, I came to see, and you were so busy drooling over that one that you didn't notice me eventhough I was barely transparent. So yes, I heard everything. Deeming yourself good enough to test the newcomers when you still are but an apprentice? Taking advantage of that stupid girl's despair and naivety to force yourself upon her... Get back in your quarters this instant and you better be there studying when I decide to come checking on you to tell you what your punishment will be. Now scram if you don't want me to lit your tail on fire."

Without a word, J'Zargo ran to the college.

"Now you." She said turning to me and I felt myself shrink under her gaze.

"I can explain, I..."

"Start by dressing yourself up before you turn frozen yogurt."

Shamefaced, I did as she asked.

She was probably going to laugh at me, obviously I wasn't a good enough magician, but I couldn't stay silent. As soon as I had finished dressing up I started begging.

"Please! Please! I know that I am not a true mage, that I know no true or useful spell yet, but I can learn, I'll study hard, I'll clean and cook if need be, I'll..."

"You said that you knew a hovering light spell, was that a lie?"

"I... No, that was no lie."

"Show me  then."

I took a long breath, now wasn't the time to mess up. Gathering my magicka, I let it flow to my hands, before releasing it. The light burst out of my fingers, almost blinding us. I almost lost control of it, letting it disperse into the air but managed to stabilize it and place it above me.

"What? You call that a hovering light" Asked the altmer. "I am almost blind, and eventhough it is snowing, we're outside during the day!"

"I... I am sorry, I didn't want it to fail, so I might have pushed it a little too much."

"Well, I can believe you when you say that you are self taught. There is so much magicka leakage that if someone had taught you that he'd be the laughing stock of any magus."

I felt my heart sank at her words.

"How long would that spell hold for?" She asked.

"I am not sure for that one, they are less bright most of the time, I'd say an hour or two."

"What? And... If I asked you, you could cast it again, right now?"

"Well sure. Do you want me to..."

"Quagmire no! Once is enough. You put enough magicka in that to drain an average mage and you could do it again? Without training? Had you put that much magicka to generate fire in place of light, you probably would be dead, and possibly anyone around you without proper magical ward. So your mastery is nil, which is to be expected from someone self taught, but you definitely have power that's for sure."

"Does that mean that..."

"Yes. Welcome to Winterhold's college girl. Now follow me."

Still a bit stunned by the turn of events, I trotted behind her while she crossed the bridge leading to the college itself.

In front of the main gate, she stopped and looked at me a while before talking.

"This is it girl. Here you'll be tested to see what are your affinities and you'll learn the bases of magic. Enough no to kill yourself when wanting to light a candle. After that, you'll have to pay for your tuition, then maybe one of the senior mages will take you as his or her apprentice. Won't be me though. I already have the sleazy cat and something tells me that it'll be a while before you can play nice with each other, and also. Well, I like girls with a little more backbone than you. Why did you let that stupid Khajitt step on you like that?"

"I... I am sorry..."

"Here, see? You need to learn to stand up for yourself girl. I don't know where you came from but in here, a girl who doesn't know when to say no, quickly finds herself in a position where that's no longer an option, and if you think that J'Zargo is bad, then you really have seen nothing, understood?"

"I... Yes, I'll do my best."

"Good, cause I'll tell you, you've got power and potential, enough to do great things, but that won't mean anything if you don't learn to hold your ground against bullies. Now get in there and tell Mirabelle Ervine that I sent you to her."

"I don't know how to thank you." I said.

"Then don't." she answered before leaving to go back to her vigil at the gate.

Turning to Winterhold, I took a deep breath then stepped in.

Don't know what happened, wasn't my first freak bug with a modded bethesda game, probably won't be my last. Let's just hope next one isn't too soon. I took the opportunity to install skyrim parallax 202x, and wow, just wow. I also removed some of my script heavy mods to lighten, and hopefully stabilize my game.

I'll get back to doing screenshots and then get to writing. Don't expect it too soon, I now spend half of my time away from my house, and by extension, away from my gaming computer for work, and so am not writing that often.

So back to Winterhold, let's see how Shanilia fares in the college and with all of its perve... Err... All of its very knowlegeable magicians and scholars who are obviously eager to help her become a horny sl... Magician, a great magician, yeah...

So, I was doing some screens to do next Shanilia's story yesterday and Skyrim suddenly stopped working, vortex even told me that it wasn't installed any more, what the fucking freaking fudging flying fuck? 

Anyway, long story short, my install is toast, don't know what happened. I'll start reinstalling during the week end, but since all my install was balanced to work without the latest update which I had to take when I reinstalled, then it probably won't work anymore and I'll probably have to tinker to get it to work so we'll see how that goes. I'll be back with a story in a while... Probably.

Sorry about that, and see you soon.

Lianeline.

Below a little teaser for those who came to read this message so that you didn' come for nothing...

Which brings me to another problem, lately I have a lot of difficulties uploading images to loverslab. Basically, images don't appear eventhough the upload is labeled done. So basically, I have to reupload any image many times for it to finally work. Am i the only one with this problem or is that a common occurence for everybody? (It used to happen once in while before, now I basically have to try around 10 times for each picture for it to finally appear...)

Anyway, I hope to be back soon for some more humiliating stories about Shanilia and Arana.

Bye!

(...)

"If I become a companion, will you tell me about my brother?"

"No I won't, and I doubt that the others of the circle will either. Part of it is to keep our shame hidden, but believe me when I say that if you knew, you'd wish you didn't."

"Will you forbid Athis to tell me what he knows?"

"No, but I doubt that he knows much. Still they were close for a while, him and your brother, so I may be wrong. But your dealings with him, and what he makes you do are between you two. On the other hand, You've shown guts, and heart. Your arm is still lacking but we can work on that. Joining us is an honor that isn't offered to that many people."

"I... I don't know, that's not why I came here, you know that."

"Yes, but still, you fought me for the right of it. Some would consider it madness, but some would say it required courage."

"Yes, but that was to know about my brother. Now you're telling me that even if I join, you won't tell me."

"Aye. But I've seen you train with Njada, and I think that you may have come to the right place for the wrong reasons. Now you don't need to answer me now. Myriani told me that she could finish your new armor tonight. Come at Jorrvaskrr's entrance tomorrow mornig at dawn with your new armor. If you do, I'll know that you want to prove yourself and I'll tell you of your trial. If you don't then I'll know you have chosen otherwise."

"And if I don't, what then?"

"Then you need to let go of your bed and find another place to stay. That doesn't prevent you to keep training with Njada if she still wants to and to do whatever you want with Athis, but you won't be one of us. Go now, your answer won't be in words, but in actions. Also, you really need to go wash your face and tits."

After washing off, I laid on my bed for a while, thinking. What was I to do? Athis had beaten me and humiliated me, but he still could tell me about my brother. He had used deception to beat me and that kind of technique didn't work when you're ready for it. On the other hand, he had still been quicker and stronger than I expected. Would I learn what I want if I kept at it? Or would I just end up more unfaithful and humiliated than I already had?

Also, did I want to join the companions? That's not why I had come here. Still, I had always thought to be a great warrior, and was apparently not as good as I thought. They were willing to make me one of them, to train me so that I'd end up being what I used to think I was. And even if they were rough people, both Njada and Vilkas had proven to be more decent people than I thought them to be at first...

Hard choices to make....

It took me a while but I finally got up and started to pack my things. A part of me kept telling me that I was making a mistake, but I had not come to Skyrim to join an order of fighters, I had come to learn about my brother. Once I knew where he was, then I could choose if I wanted to seek my own fame or go back to my bethroted in the Imperial City.

Needing a place to stay. I went to the Bannered Mare, the tavern that was close to Jorrvaskr and asked the owner, Hulda, a tired looking woman, for accomodations.

"You're saying that you want to rent a room for more than a day? I can give you discount if you stay longer, sure, but I'd need to know how long."

How long... That was a good question, Athis was good, definitely, and there was no way I was about to let that arrogant dunmer have his way with me, so I needed to train, a lot."

"Err... Let's say a month. How much would that be?"

"Well, standard fare is 10 septims a night, I might go down to eight, no, seven if you pay upfront. So... let's say that I'll round it to 200. What do you say?"

Wow, that was half of all my money. I hadn't intended to have to stay that long in the same place. Actually, I hadn't really planned on anything after getting to Jorrvaskr.

"Mmm... Yeah, I guess that's fine, does that include food, or just lodging?"

She looked at me.

"Just lodging obviously. I guess we can make a deal about some food, basic fare, no alcohol, just plain bread and whatever I have ready that day but that's at least 200 more for a month I'd say." She said looking at me, frowning.

200 more? I'd have nothing left after that. Maybe I should ask only for a two weeks stay... As if sensing my hesitation, Hulda looked me from head to toe, apparently thinking. Was she afraid that I wouldn't be able to pay? After all that was quite the sum...

"OK, 400 hundred for food and lodging. That's stiff. I mean no, that's a fair price, and I have enough to pay, don't worry. It's just that it's most of my savings, but I am good for it. I can show you the money if you need." I said hastily before shutting up.

By Morwha, should I really advertise openly that I had all that money with me?

"Yeah, I guess that you wouldn't try to rob me girl, you don't seem like the kind. Still, long way from home, are you not? Would you rather keep that money for rainy days? I could relate to that..." She finally said.

"Are you refusing to lodge me?" I said indignantly.

"What, of course not, I gave you a price and you're welcome to it if you can afford it. It's just... Listen girl, you're here without a man, I don't know your circumstances, and I don't care, but I know that being a woman alone around here can be harsh, so I'll make you a counter offer. How about you get free bed and food, but you work the evening shifts here to pay for that. I'll even pay you 5 septims a day and give you a night off every week. Then, when you have found whatever you came to Whiterun in search of, you can go on your way with more money in your pocket than when you arrived rather than less. So what do you say?"

"I... I don't know anything about serving tables but I guess I could do it if it lets me do what I want during the day. Also, I can cook, sweep, serve tables but I won't... Err... You know?"

"Whore yourself out? I sure hope not. I have nothing against ladies of the night, you'll probably see a few come and go if you work here, but the deal would be a totally different one if you were to sell yourself at my inn. You'd have to pay me for the room and give me a part of your income. Also, you'd need a licence for that, which I'm guessing you haven't."

"I... No, and I don't want one."

"Good, so do we have a deal?"

"I... Yes, that's very generous of you."

"Maybe... I still intend for you to work, and I'm sure that you'll bring clients in. I mean, They liked it when I had a redguard waitress, they'll sure like it even more with two. Also... You've got some... Arguments on you." She said, looking at my very generous bosom. "Now go to the tailor with this letter and be back here with your adjusted garments for 7 pm. Since I'm guessing that you'll want to sleep here tonight, no reason not to have you start today."

She handed me a purse with some money and a letter to bring to a tailor in town with whom she had an agreement. Still a bit overtaken by the events, I left.

(...) later tha evening.

"No, I can't! There's no way I am going to be seen in public in... That!" I exclaimed to Hulda after she had me put on my new dress.

The tailor had measured me up, all the while making comments about "how they sure grew them big" where I came from and the likes of it, but I hadn't really tried them on. Now that I had I was mortified.

"Stop being a child and get out there. I need to man the counter, and you need to start serving tables. Olfina isn't here tonight and Saadia is preparing the food."

"But, I am half naked! You said that I wouldn't be a prostitute!"

"Which you aren't, but men come here to eat and drink, sure, but also to look at pretty girls. So that's part of the job that you agreed to, so now let's go."

Firmly, she pushed me out of the closet room where we had been talking. I considered for a while telling her that I'd pay for the room also, but the uniform had been paid for and adjusted to me, and I guessed that it wasn't cheap either. If she made me pay for it, I probably wouldn't be able to pay the rent for a week after that. Shamefaced, I stepped out from behind the counter in the main room that was much livelier than when I had had my talk with Hulda early afternoon.

As soon as I did, some men started whistling and clapping. One of them asking Hulda:

"Where do you get these nice redguard ladies from, Hulda? I might want to get one for myself!"

What apes! They were looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

"Now boys, this is Arana and that's her first evening, be polite, and be nice to her as she's still learning."

That of course was followed with many jokes about them being willing to show me the ropes, being happy to be my first and such.

However, things went easier than I feared. Sure, the men were looking at me when I passed, making comments about my hips, tits and thighs and such. But no one actually harassed me or even gave me a bad time. I made some mistakes, bringing the wrong drinks to some, but they just laughed it off...

After a while, Hulda asked me to go see in the kitchen if the stew and roasts were ready as some patrons had started to order some food.

That's where I met Saadia, the other redguard that Hulda had mentioned. She was smaller than me, but very pretty, with piercing blue eyes a cute face that even her scar didn't manage to mar. She was nice to me and seeing that I was a redguard also, started to ask me some news about the country, appearing a bit disappointed that, being from Cyrodiil I couldn't really tell her anything. Apparently she had been there a while a was a bit homesick.

Since the stew wasn't completely ready yet, we ended up chatting a bit while it simmered above the hearth.

"So, what brought you here in this barbarian's country?" She ended up asking.

"Well, I am searching for my brother, the last news I had from him, he was in Whiterun, so that's where I came in."

"Your brother? Was his name Enntu?"

"Yes! Do you know him? Do you know where he went?" I exclaimed.

"Woah, easy girl. Yes, I know who he is, I actually saw him regularly for a while, but he disappeard suddenly and I have no idea where he went. Later, I heard that he'd had a big argument with some of the other Companions and that was it, sorry. I miss him though, he was one of my favourite dates."

"Err... By date do you mean..."

"Why yes, I slept with him occasionally. That's not a problem is it? You said he was your brother, not your lover."

"Oh no no, no problem at all, I didn't expect it, that's all."

So... my brother and her... Slept together? I didn't know how that made me feel. And she said...

"One of your favourite  dates... Do you mean..."

"Well... You don't earn much waiting the tables, Hulda says that she won't hire a prostitute so eventhough I got a licence a few months ago, I haven't really used it. I don't feel ready to move to Dibella's Garden out of town and working alone would be scary. But if some men want to take you out for the evening, and buy you nice things, that makes life easier, you know? Your brother was generous... And a real beast in bed which is a nice bonus..."

I felt myself blushing...

"Oh... He's... haha! Yeah, I..." I stammered

"Sorry... Too blunt?" Sha asked, apparently amused.

"Arana! What about those dishes? And if it isn't ready yet, I can still use your help, those drinks won't serve themselves on their own!" I heard Hulda call.

"Oh, sorry, gotta go." I said, and left quickly.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. I served drinks and food, and around midnight, when the last of the client had left or had gone to his room, I went to mine and slept like a log.

The sun had already risen for a long time when Hulda cam to wake me up.

"Mmm? What is it? I thought that I only worked evenings?" I asked, still half asleep.

"You do, but there is someone to see you. One of the companion, so I'd hurry if I were you." She answered.

"Oh! Sure thanks!."

Had Vilkas come to ask me again to join them? Or had Athis decided to come and taunt me some more?"

When I got into the main room, I saw that Njada was waiting for me in the entrance.

"So... You didn't show up this morning." She said. "Vlikas was disappointed. Can't say that I am not either..."

"Yeah, sorry I guess. Listen, I thank you for what you did for me, really, but apart from you, I can't say that it has been the friendliest welcome. Why would I join people who take pleasure in humiliating me and slandering my brother."

She frowned.

"Yeah, I guess that I can understand you feelings. What about the armor that Myriani did for you?" 

"Well, she did that for me if I joined. I didn't. Taking it would feel like robbery."

"So that's it? You're rolling over? Going to go back to the Imperial City with your tail tucked between your legs?" She sneered. "You've lost the one battle and you're beaten already?" 

"Who said anything about being beaten? Or going back to Cyrodiil?" I answered angrily, drawing the stares of some of the patrons who were probably wondering who was the crazy wench who dared raise her voice at a companion. "I didn't join your little gang because I don't see what I have to gain from it. But I clearly intend to make Athis eat my fist with a side dish of his own front teeth!"

"You do, huh? And do you intend do do that by mopping in a tavern?"

"What's that to you?"

"Running time is at sunrise, big girl. You're late."

"What you mean that you're still willing to train me?"

"You might not be a companion, but I still see you as a fellow woman who wants to teach Athis some humility. Now why don't you go change into something in which you can move so that we train that fat ass of yours?"

That's how I started my new routine. During the day I trained.

And I worked at the tavern at night.

For two weeks, When Njada trained with me, she kept her armor on. But by the end of that time she couldn't follow me anymore.

When I joked about HER fat ass, she finally agreed to come in regular clothes.

At the tavern, while at first it was pretty hard for me to deal with the bad humor of some clients. I learned by example from Saadia and Olfina, the two other tavern wenches.

Soon, I could joke with them and I am pretty sure that my own mother would have blushed, if not fainted if she'd heard what kind of banter her daughter could trade with the inn's patrons while wearing the skimpy tavern wench uniform.

Since I was supposed to fight Athis bare handed, after a while, I suggested to Njada that we acually stop training with weapons and armor and focused on hand to hand. Neither of us had any idea about how to train other than plain brawling with each other so at first, we exercised, doing push ups and stretching in one of the quieter part of the town's walk way.

However we both knew that it probably wouldn't be sufficient to beat him. Using some of my pay, I managed to find a book about one of the most used style of bare handed fighting style from Cyrodiil. Since I had already seen some people train in that in my homeland, that seemed to me like a gods sent item and I bought it immediately even though it cost more than half of what I had.

We then started training for real.

And what was very theoretical at first soon was intensive enough to leave us both exhausted and covered in bruises at the end of every session.

This whole preparation lasted for at least two months. It might have lasted for longer had I not met someone at the tavern an evening.

That night, I was going around serving drinks when I heard someone call to me in a mocking voice.

"Well, if it isn't pretty little Arana! Well, I say little, but you're definitely big where that counts."

That voice! Turning, I saw Athis sneering at me.

"Athis! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Me? I fought alongside my comrades against some bandits in an old fort near Rorikstead. So I am here to drink some mead and look at titties, obviously. the question is what are you doing here? After I beat you and you disappeared from the hall of the companions I thought that you had run off to your mommy!"

"Why would I run off from the likes of you?" I answered angrily. "You've got something I want and I'll fight you for it."

"When? Are you waiting for me to get older and slower? That'll happen lass, but long after you. I'm an elf remember? Not a puny human. I'll fight long after you've gone from crone to bone."

Obviously, our altercation had attracted everybody's attention to us. Some of the clients had already been commenting about me running around the city with a companion, and here I was arguing with another. However, I didn't care about them, all I cared about was Athis and his mocking tone.

"You told me that I'd choose when to fight. Well, then I'll choose and you don't get to complain about when that is. But know this, all that time I have been training so that I'll be ready for you, so you better watch out!"

"Oh, I see, you've been whoring yourself out at the inn to be ready for me! I'm flattered lass, but you shouldn't have. I can train you mys... Fwah!

"Will you fucking shut up you arrogant prick!" I screamed.

Letting go of my tray, the drinks flying everywhere, I had just kicked him in the jewels.

Well, he might be a great warrior, but he apparently hadn't seen this one coming.

Everybody was silent in the inn as he slid to the floor. Then Mikael at the back sang:

"Athis the dunmer was boastful no mooooore, when his swollen red balls rolled around on the floooooor."

At that half the clients burst out laughing and a few clapped.

"Who's whose whos... Whore whose... Fuck! Who's whose whore now, huh?" I finally managed to say, my grandiose a bit spoiled by my slip of the tongue. Still, a few of the clients laughed at that. He kneeled in front of me, obviously in pain while I towered above him

"You... You bitch... You dare?" He breathed.

"Yes I dare, you wimp!"

"Pay... Mine... I'll make you mine..."

"Oh... Did I bruise your pride? Mam always said men carried it in a peculiar place." I said, enjoying it much more than I should have.

After all, that was a low-blow, litterally.

"When?" he said.

"When what?"

"When do we fight?"

"What about now?" I said mockingly.

"Fine..." He answered, standing up as he could on unsteady legs.

"Huh, you can't. I mean look at..."

"We fight now... And here..." He said, and he started undoing his armor. "You agreed... Said it yourself..." another piece of armor flew away, thrown angrily.

He kept undressing until he was completely naked in front of me. Silence had come back to the inn. Unsure of what to do I put my guard up.

"Why... Why did you undress so?" I said trying not to look at his dangling manhood.

"Had my armor on. You don't, would have been unfair." he answered between clenched teeth, apparently still in pain.

"You could have kept some of it, idiot! Your thing is there for all to see." I said angrily.

"Who cares about that. I have accepted your challenge you bitch. Now we dance, then we fuck." He bellowed and he jumped at me swinging.

His first punch missed, the second too as I circled him, not punching back for now. he was clearly quicker than the last time we had fought, his punches more precise, but I still managed to dodge.

Had I gotten better? Was he impaired by his anger? By the pain from the kick I had given him? By the thing dangling... By Sep! Had his thing gotten bigger? Was he getting excited? 

As I kept dodging, I could see his manhood inflating and starting to rise until it was standing at the ready, that elf was completely mad!

"Stop running and fight me, filthy n'wah!" he bellowed, trying to rush me.

My attention on his crotch, I was almost taken by surprise. I needed to be careful and not get distracted by his... Big... Very big dick... 

Fuck! As I was distracted again, he almost surprised and grabbed me. I barely managed to push him back by a well placed punch that sent him back, reeling. I had him! I jumped forward to try to finish him off. I needed to be sure to end it!

I sent the punch that would end it, and when I was sure that I had him, quick as a snake, he diverted it, grabbing me by the wrist, making me lose my balance.

What? How? Not again!

How could he unbalance me so? I felt my own momentum carry me as he accompanied me, graceful as a dancer.

I needed to regain my footing, I almost did, I managed to put my other foot down, on one of the goblets I had let go to kick him. Grabbing the back of my head with his other hand, he then slammed me to the ground.

All the air was expelled from my lungs, and before I could breathe in, his hand closed on my neck, depriving me of the inbreath I needed so much.

"Do you yield?" He asked me.

Panicking from the lack of air, I feebly battered at his arm, at his chest without any effect. Did he interpret the flutter of my eyes, or a whimper I did involuntarily for a surrender? Anyway, I was beaten. He relaxed his hand a little, and I could finally breathe in. As I filled my lungs, he deftly ripped of my top, then my skirt, exposing me to all.

"You witnessed it you all. She provoked me, fought me, and lost. Is there anyone here who'll dispute me over that?"

Only silence answered him.

Lost, i had lost...

He finally let go of me and stood up.

"Get up bitch, lest I take you here on the floor."

Mortified, I stood up too, unable to look at him.

"Told you you'd be mine." He said.

No... That was an nightmare...

"Now, turn your ass this way, it's high time I finally plunged myself in your cunt." He ordered.

"No... I don't... I don't want to..." I stammered.

"Don't you have any honor, we had a deal, handn't we?"

"Yes, but please... I have a fiance."

"Should have thought about it before defying me, don't you think?"

"Please... Not here, then..." Was all I managed to say.

He burst out laughing.

"Fine bitch, take me to your room, and don't say that I am not generous. Sorry people, milady here is feeling a bit shy. But, prick your ears up and soon you'll hear her moans. Now lead the way, brat, lest I take you hear and now, let them all see you squeal as as ravage your fat brown ass."

My cheeks burning with shame, I went then, feeling his stare on my rump as he followed.

In my room, I sat on my bed, unable to look at him as he closed the door before turning to face me.

"Please... I can pay you." I said.

"Really, usually it is the other way around. But don't worry about that, girl,  I'll fuck you for free."

"That's... Thats not what i meant..."

"I know what you meant, now stand up and face your bed, i want to look at that glorious ass."

Unable to find a reply, I stood up and turned as he ordered. He whistled.

"Frankly girl, with an ass like that, you should think about whoring yourself out, you'd be swimming in septims in no time."

He went behind me and started pumping his huge member slowly.

"Bend over for me bitch." he said.

Feeling myself blush even more, I obeyed.

"Tell me slut, are you excited?" He asked.

"I.. Of course not." I said.

"Really? Means you're not wet yet? Guess we'll have to check that."

"Fuck you Athis." I said.

By Morwha, I could feel myself burn down there, and yes I was wet...

"Hah, you know Arana, that's the other way around, but no problem. Now get on the bed and lean forward."

Wordlessly I obeyed. What else could I do?

"Gotten obedient haven't you? Now why don't you beg me to put it in?"

"Never!" I breathed

"Hah, I'll settle for not today if I were you, but fine."

He came behind me and put his hands on my hips while I could feel the tip of his manhood against my pussy lips. By all the gods, Trenseth, I was about to...

"hah! Not excited you said, you're wetter than the sea!" He exclaimed.

I was about to reply when he slid into me. I expected him to slam it in but he was actually quite gentle. Still, he was big, filling me in a way that my fiance never had. Trenseth... Trenseth, I was so sorry. I had not intended to cheat on you.

Athis starting coming and going in me, slowly at first, the he picked up the rythm. By Morwha... I hated him, and I clearly didn't wnat that, then why did it have to feel so good?

He took me by the shoulders and kept going quicker, stronger.

"Fuck girl, You're hotter than the red mountain. Won't be able to last long." He grunted.

Good, because I was doing my best not to let him hear how good I felt, I didn't want to give him this pleasure. And not much longer? I knew that Trenseth would have had finished a long time ago...

I knew that I shouldn't compare the two, knew that I was being unfaithful, and now these thoughts of how much better Athis was than my bethroted made me feel an even worse fiance, even more unfaithful. Unable to hold back, I let a long moan escape my lips.

Grabbing both of my wrists, Athis, Athis used that as leverage to go even deeper into me, into places than Trenseth had never reached.

"Come on slut! Moan for me! Cum for me! Let them all hear it!"

I didn't want to. But that didn't change anything. I had been moaning for a while now, and as he slammed himself deep into me one more time, I could feel an orgasm suddenly crash through me, turning my whole world upside down.

"Haaaaaahn!" Cried someone. Apparently that was me.

As if to answer me, Athis grunted and rammed himself into me, and I felt his hot seed coat my insides in long spurts as he stayed there. I don't know how long we stayed like that, his pubis pressed against me, his manhood deep into me, before he started to get softer and he let go of me to stand up next to me, panting.

Finally, I stood up too, my legs still weak because of my orgasm.

"Damn girl, that was good. What do you say next time we dispense with all the drama and get straight to fucking?" He said, still a bit breathless.

"I... Fuck you Athis!" I answered, still unable to look back at him.

I could fell my belly sticky with his semen, I hated it, I hated him, his big dick, the way it had made me feel...

"Fine, then come back to me whenever you feel like defying me again. frankly, I can't wait to plow you again. Good night princess."

He left then, leaving me alone with my shame.

The day after, not only did I have to pay for some new garb for work, since Athis had torn mine, but I had to face the stares of the patrons and of my coworkers. Obviously, everybody had heard me the night before. Luckily enough it was my day off and I didn't have to face anyone apart from Njada who had the sense not to mention my defeat, eventhough I could see in her eyes that she knew. Still, I didn't want to let that stop me and I trained as hard, if not harder than before.

A few days later, Njada didn't come in the morning and when I inquired about her at Jorrvaskr, I was told that she had been defeated one more time by Athis the night before, and had gone hunting to recover her composure... Hearing about that, I resolved myself to fight him again soon, and on my terms this time. Two times he had manipulated me to fight as he wanted, next time I would really be ready. Also, if I waited too long, I risked losing heart.

The day after, when Njada came back, we both started training even more. Two weeks later, I felt ready.

I knew the place well, had trained there many times. I had set the day and the time of the day. There was nobody around to disturb me and I wouldn't let him drag me into another of his mind games. This day, it was Athis's turn to bite the dust.

"Are you sure that you don't want to skip to the fun part of our encounter?" He asked with a little knowing smile.

"Which one is that? The one where I smash your teeth in? That'll come soon enough."

"I was thinking more about the time when you scream my name when I make you cum on my big cock. Like last time, remember?"

"I didn't scream your name, asshole, you must have dreamt it."

"But you did cum on my cock, right? I mean, if I dreamt that part that must have been a shared dream amongst many cause people are still talking about it on the market place."

"Enough! Stop it with your taunts, it won't work.This time, no tricks, no pretense, no manipulation or deception, we both fight our best without any of your usual shenaningans."

"Sure you want that girl?"

"You don't scare me. Now, ready when you are." I said, focusing.

I had trained for this day, his jibes had fallen on empty ears, I was ready to beat him.

"So be it then." He said.

He had agreed to it, well then he couldn't complain if he hadn't had the time to prepare. Not wanting to let him take the initiative as he had every time, I jumped forward, putting all I had in a straight punch. If that one connected, It would send him in Vaermina's laps.

The thing is, it didn't. Quick as a snake, he slid under my punch as if I hadn't put all I had into it. How could he be so quick?

I was still wondering that when I felt something crash into my face.

It felt as if a horse had just kicked me in the head. I was partially right. It hadn't been a horse.

I fell to the ground, tried to get up, couldn't. I was defeated... Again...

Finally, I managed to sit up groggily. Looking down at me, Athis appeared more self conscious than smug. That was a first...

"Hum... Sorry girl. I just did what you asked." He said. "You told me that you wanted us to fight the best we could. Well, I did. Still, I feel bad for hitting you like that. Should have held back a little more. Hitting a lady like that ain't exactly gentlemanly."

"Not the word I'd have used first thinking about you." I said, wincing. "Should have held back more... Does that mean... That you did hold back?"

"Yeah, some. But I should have more, sorry about that. Something I can do to earn your pardon?"

By Leki, could I ever hope to beat him? As I was lost in thoughts, he kept going.

"I won't tell you about your brother, and I will fuck you. That's the contract if you lose after all. How about, I ask Hulda to let you off the hook tonight. I'll treat you to drinks and dinner at the inn before we go to your room to conclude our business. Deal?"

Still reeling, I accepted his hand to get up and he helped me back to the inn. There, I spent the rest of the day thinking. Was there really any hope for me to beat him in hand to hand combat? Was it worth it to keep training? When the evening came and he asked for me, I came down to meet him.

When I joined him, I saw that he had actually come with some real clothes. Not his armor, and neither what he put on to brawl, did he hope to impress me? To make me forget that he was basically blackmailing me into cheating on my fiance with him. Still he looked better like that, I had to admit it.

"Hey arana. I booked this table in the corner, should we eat before we go to your room?" He asked.

"Sure, if we must. maybe I can get drunk enough so that I don't feel what you do to me later." I answered angrily.

"Listen girl, I understand your anger, but think about it that way. You lost a bet and have to sleep with me. Now, nobody says that we shouldn't enjoy our time together before, right?"

"Whatever, as long as your buying."

"That's the spirit." He said, leading me to the table.

We ate, and drank. He talked, I just listened, or pretended to. Still, he managed to make me laugh a few times, he could be fun when he put his mind to it. Also, if the food wasn't better than what Hulda gave us, she actually treated us pretty well, it was nice to drink some wine which was too expensive to be on the house for us serving girls. I had joked about getting drunk to spite him, but truth be told, by the end of the diner, I was getting quite tipsy.

As the dinner was almost over, he pulled something out of his pocket.

"Here, this is for you." He said, handing me an intricate necklace.

"What? Do you think that you can buy my friendship like that? My love?" I said angrily. "Do you take me for a whore?"

"Not at all, all this is to beg your pardon for having hit you like that earlier." He answered.

"I... Do you take me for a fragile flower that has to be pampered so? I chose to fight you. You don't have to feel bad for hitting me!"

"Well, I feel that I do. I could have beaten you without hurting you so much. Now, I am not trying to buy you, I really just want to offer that necklace to you as compensation. Now, let me put it on you."

"I... I..."

I thought about pushing him back, but didn't.

"Beautiful, it suits you Arana..."

Why had I let him put that on me. And why was I blushing like a fool for a present from some one I despised?

"How about another glass of wine before we go to yoour room?" He asked.

"Sure." I said.

Anything to push that fatidic moment away. When I'd be unfaithful again. When I'd submit to his desires. I wouldn't orgasm this time. Or at least, i wouldn't let him know if I did.

However much I drank, I would still need to to do what I had to do, so after one more cup, I went back to my room with him. As soon as we were in, I closed the door and undressed in front of him.

"Wow, eager are you?" he said.

"Well, the quicker we do it, the quicker you'll leave me alone." I replied.

"Still, I can't help but feel lucky, with such a gorgeous woman undressing for me so. Makes me wish you'd actually want me here." He said.

"Sure I will, the day when the sun shines in Coldharbour." I said.

"Fair enough. Now, would you put your hands up? Sway those hips a bit for me?"

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Well, you want it over, The more excited I am, the quicker I'll be gone."

"Sure then, why not." I said.

Still, I couldn't help but feel dirty when I did as he asked.

"Like what you see?" I asked as he undressed.

I had wanted to sound sarcastic, but it had come out... Well, lewd actually...

"Very, you're a very naughty girl. Now, why don't you get on the bed so that I get a closer look at how sexy you are?"

Wordlessly, I did as he asked. I wanted to mock him, but I didn't trust how that would come out any more. Also, The more I pleased him, the quicker it would end. The quicker he would take that big thing of his, in me... Fill me with his seed... By Morwha what was wrong with me?

"Oh By Azura you drive me crazy girl. Spread those legs for me, let me come in!." He said, joining me on the bed.

He positioned himself between my legs, and I could feel his glans slide against my pussy lips. By Morwha that was hot! I was about to be unfaithful again, to let a man that was not my bethroted take me... I should push him back, fight him, yet here I was waiting for him to soil me once more.

"Ready for me girl?" He said.

"Whatever. Do what you want." I breathed.

" And what do You want? Want me in?"

"Of course... I don't! You asshole!"

"Sure about that? You're even more drenched than the last time..."

"Will you shut up and... And..."

"And what?" he said, his manhood teasing me, staying there on the door step.

Gods, I wanted him inside. I shouldn't have, but there it was, I wanted him inside.

"And what?" He repetaed.

"Fuck me..." I whispered.

"Good girl." he said, sliding inside me.

"No, wait... That wasn't... Aaahn!" I moaned as I felt him fill me.

"Wasn't what? You horny little slut?" he asked.

He started moving his hips slowly, getting in and out. By Morwha that was so good! How could something so wrong feel so good?"

"I meant... Aaahn... So that you'd... Finish quicker..."

"Sure you did." He said.

He leaned forward and started going quicker.

His face was so close, his torso pressing against my nipples. Last time, when he had taken me from behind had been so humiliating, but now, in a way it was worse, it felt as if we were lovers.

As if he had read my mind, he suddenly whispered:

"By Azura. You're so beautiful! Hah! How could your lover! Hah! Let you go like that?"

"Oh. Ahn... He didn't... Aaahn... Get a choice... I did what I... Aaaahn... Wanted."

"If I'd been... Hah! Your Fiance... Hah! Hah! I wouldn't have let you go! Hah! I'd have kept you close!"

"Shut up! Aaahn... Stop talking... Aaaahn... About him!"

"Why? Hah! Hah! Afraid that... Hah! He'd lose if... Hah! You'd compare... hah! Him to me?"

Pressing himself deeper in me, he hugged me. Without even thinking about it, I hugged him back.

"Who's stronger?" He asked to my ear.

"Shut up!" I breathed back

"Who's bigger?"

"Shut up! Aaaaahn..."

"Who... Hah! Makes you cum the best? Hah!"

"Shut... Aaaahn... Shuaaaaaahn! Haaaaahn!"

It was wrong, so wrong! Yet it felt so good!

"Are... Hah! Hah! Are you cumming?" He asked, his hip thrusts getting erratic.

"Aaaahn! I am! I am cumming! Haaaaahn!" I answered despite myself.

"Me too! Take it! Take it all!" He rasped.

I felt him empty himself in me as I was shaken by my own release, moaning and babbling in the throes of pleasure.

Later, As my sanity came back, my excitation fading to let shame and guilt replace it, I felt him slide out of me as he rolled to the side to lay next to me.

For a while, we didn't say anything. I knew that if I told him to leave me alone he would, but I couldn't make myself say it.

He's the one who finally broke the silence.

"So... Do you regret leaving your fiance's side?"

"Could you please not talk about him?"

"Why? I am curious, that's all."

"Yeah, I guess I do. had I not, I wouldn't have been unfaithful to him." I ended up answering.

"You shouldn't. He's a wimp." He said.

"What? How could you say that? You don't know him."

"I know that he let you leave, so he's either a fool or a wimp."

Why... Why did that make my belly feel so  warm inside to hear him speak like that?

"Could you please stop talking about him?"

"Why? That's the truth. Don't like hearing it?"

"Whatever..."

We stayed like that some long minutes. The room smelled like sex, it smelled like sin. Looking at him, I could see that even when he was flacid, he was still big. I mean, he was still soft, right? He couldn't already be waking up? And why would that excite me?

"Hey... I think that I'm ready to go for another round. Want to?" He asked.

"What? Why would I do that?"

I had no reason, nothing to push me to do it. He'd have to have the best reason in the world to push me to do such a thing, I had been unfaithful enough for a night, for a lifetime. No way in Coldharbour he could convince me. Still, I felt my nipples harden, my womanhood moisten at the idea of going again.

"Do it and I won't talk about your boyfriend any more..." He said.

That was all he could offer? Did he really expect me to cave in for that? Still, it was annoying to have himself compare himself to him all the time, I mean, I was doing it despite myself enough as it was. And I had been unfaithful already, one more time wouldn't change much now, would it? Maybe it wasn't such a bad deal... 

"...Tonight..." He added, just as I was opening my mouth to say yes.

What? Was he making fun of me? Before I knew it I had pushed him out of my bed and was standing in front of him, furious.

"Get out of my bed! Get out of my room! Get out of my life, you asshole!"

"Whoa! Why are you getting so angry?"

"Because you are making fun of me. Now piss off."

Actually, I was more angry at myself for having almost said yes. But he didn't need to know that.

"Fine, fine. Then when do I take you for dinner next?" He asked.

"Never!" I said.

Now, that would show him.

"Err... Ok, when do we fight next then?"

"One week, same place, same time. This time I'll crush you."

"Hah! Ok, can I offer you dinner once I've beaten you again?"

"You won't beat me. Now piss off."

"Ok ok, we'll talk about it after our fight then. Good night Arana, I spent a great time with you." He said as he left, laughing when he dodged a sandal I threw at him.

What an asshole. Now, did I really expected to beat him next week? Thinking about how he had bested me today, I better be ready for him then. Now worried about what was to come, I went to bed, trying to imagine, and failing, to devise a way to get the upper hand  when we'd fight next.

Knowing that I had a fight in a week, one that I intended to win this time. I got up early and went to Jorrvaskr, waiting for Njada. However, I had a surprise when she came out.

Well, first of all, she was wearing a dress. Not an armor, not some practical pants and tunic, but a dress. Also, there was something changed about her. Almost like a daintiness...

"Njada? Are you ok? Should we go to train or is something the matter." I asked.

She looked at me a few seconds, apparently searching for the right words before answering:

"Well, I'm afraid that I won't train with you today. Nor anytime soon, I am sorry Arana. I know that Athis abused you again yesterday, but I won't be able to help you for quite a while. I'll be cheering for you though."

Shocked, I looked at her before asking:

"Why? Did something happen? Or did I do something to anger you?"

"What? No, of course not I am not angry at you. Listen. You know how I had been feeling under the weather these last few days? Well, I went to see Danica yesterday..."

"Oh by Morwha! Are you sick Njada? Is that serious?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"Arana, calm down. I am not sick, I am... I am pregnant."

"Is that... Is that Athis's..."

"Well, He's been my only lover, if you can call it that, for the last few months. So I guess. Still, I haven't told him, don't know if I will. But one thing is certain, I grew up without a mother, I don't intend for my child to go through that. I might not have planned that child, But I'll do right by him."

"Him?"

"Yeah, I think, could be wrong though. Anyway, I won't be wielding a sword, or running like a lunatic and brawling with you for a while, that wouldn't be reasonable."

"Yeah, I understand. Congratulations, I guess..."

She smiled at that.

"Thanks Arana. I'll be cheering for you though. Don't give up, I believe in you."

She left at that. Pregnant, Njada was pregnant. That wasn't exactly one I'd have imagined ever being a mother... She seemed okay with it, so good for her, but still, I had just lost my sparring partner.

Resolved no to let up anyway, I kept training. As hard if not harder.

Time passed, I devised some strategies of my own, thinking about how to catch Athis off guard, until it was the night before my next fight.

This evening, try as i may, I couldn't sleep. I went on my back, on my belly, on a side then on the next. But I just couldn't.

Finally, I sat up in my bed. I had to face the facts. I was horny. So horny...

Well... I needed my sleep. So I had to deal with the problem. Sliding a hand between my legs, I found my womanhood pretty moist already. Ok, maybe it was time to remind me where I belonged, what was dear to me. Starting to pet myself, I remembered Tresnseth. Our first kiss, our first night, the akwardness of our first explorations of each other's body.

That first night, and the few ones after hadn't been that great, but they had been full of love, of sharing. Not like that boor Athis who had blackmailed me to get between my legs, who had humiliated me again and again, and probably wanted to do it again tomorrow.

If I lost again, he would take me again, right here on my bed, make me pant and moan with his huge cock, more befitting of an orc than an elf! He would take me, make me scream so that everybody in the inn would hear again who I really belonged to.

Maybe if I misbehaved, he would actually take me in public, in the common room of the inn, or in the hall of Jorrvaskr, and then when he'd be done, he'd scribble something demeaning on my butt, or my tits, like he had done to Njada, before going and actually impregnating her... Fuck oh fuck!

I came... Hard... It's only when I came back to my senses that I realised with shame where my thoughts had gone to. Well. No worry, I was ready for him. Tomorrow, I'd beat him and be done with all this madness.

Determined. I laid back down and finally managed to sleep.

The day after, exactly four seconds after our fight had started...

Wait... How had he dodged... Oh fuck!

"Ok, now that I've beaten you, what do you say, dinner first?"

I felt, tired, discouraged, and actually if I was honest with myself... Eager.

"Sure..." I sighed.

"By the way, I didn't hurt you so much that time, right?"

"Apart from my pride, you mean? My butt is pretty sore too, that was quite the fall you know?"

"Well, considering how big it is, I'm guessing that it must have cushioned the fall quite well."

"Fuck you Athis. Why don't you go to the deadlands, see if I am there?"

"Well, if you're bitching, I'd say you're fine. Oh, by the way, I have sent a parcel to Hulda for you. Why don't you wear that tonight, you'd look great in it?"

Another gift... Did he really expect to win me over like that? Well, still it was a nice gesture.

Later that day, at the inn.

"So, I see that you received my gift. Do you like it?" asked Athis, himself dressed with in his better clothes.

"Well. Yeah this is nice. Thank you Athis." I answered.

After all, it was nice, no point in lying.

"I have to say. You look gorgeous in it, Arana."

"Well thanks."

"But of course, you'd look good in anything. And even more in nothing. Azura's my witness, I might have given the dress to you only to have the pleasure to see you get out of it."

I blushed, but I couldn't really say anything about it. I mean, We both knew why we were meeting tonight, and I would be lying if i said that I didn't want it however wrong that was.

"Err... Should we get seated?" I said, trying not to show my embarassment, and the need under it.

We ate, we drank, we talked for a while, he made me laugh. He could actualy be charming when he wanted to. In a way, even still knowing that he was blackmailing me into having sex with him, I could enjoy myself in his company. Also, the sensual undercurrent in what he was saying, the fact that we both knew that soon he would ravage me once more excited me despite myself. I wanted to hate it, but I knew I didn't anymore.

We were nearing the end of the dinner when he suddenly turned serious.

"Arana, before we go further, there is something that we need to discuss."

"Yeah, what is it Athis?" I asked, a bit worried.

Was he about to ask for some even more outrageous stuff? I mean, I already had become unfaithful for him, what else could he want?

"We need to stop what we are doing. Today is the last time we'll see each other like that.

"What? Why, what happened?"

Had he tired of me already? If that meant that he would stop harassing me, that should make me happy, right? But on the other hand, what about our contract?

"You said I could defy you as many times as I wanted!" I said.

"Yeah, I know, but you have to understand, I talked with Njada, she's with child, my child. So I think that I'll marry her."

"What? You and Njada? I mean have you asked her already?"

"No, but she will, trust me."

He really was full of himself, wasn't he...

"And what about tonight? If you have sex with me, isn't that cheating already?"

"Well, we aren't engaged yet, but I see what you mean. That's why I have a proposition for you. But first, why don't we go to your room."

I wasn't hungry anymore anyway. Standing up, I brought him up in my little tavern wench's room.

Up there, I faced him, my heart beating in my chest. If what he was saying was true, it was our last evening together. That meant the end of my unfaithfulness, which obviously was a good thing, but aso, as I realized, the end of this wild coupling that had really blown my mind and a part of me actually didn't want that to end. Also, he said he had a proposition. Something told me that I wouldn't like it. Or maybe I would like it, but shouldn't...

"So... What's your new deal? I am listening." I said finally, seeing that he had stayed silent and said nothing for a while.

"Ah... Sorry, I was lost in thoughts. I was thinking that I was about to lose you and that made me sad."

"Well I, for one , am going to be happy to be left alone, apart from the part where you are my only way to get some news about my brother."

He sneered.

"Oh really? Your brother? let's be frank a minute here. How often have you thought about that quest of yours these last days? These last weeks? What you're saying might have been true at first, but we both know that lately it has just been a pretext for you to flirt with me."

"What? You're the one that blackmailed me, not the other way around."

"Yeah, yeah, sure... Anyway, let's be frank about another subject then, you won't beat me in hand to hand combat, can we agree on that at least?"

I thought about our last two fights. It might not be impossible if I actually took a few years training in a martial arts school as he had, but as things were, he was right. Actually, if I was honest, I knew it before our fight today too. Which meant that I had gone there to lose, knowing that he'd have sex with me as punishment. Now, what did that say about me? Feeling my cheeks warm with shame, I acquiesced.

"I... Yeah, I agree."

"So, me saying that I won't fight you anymore doesn't deprive you of any clues to your brother's whereabouts, it deprives you of sex with me."

"Fuck you Athis."

"I'll take that as a yes. So here's my new proposition. Since tonight is the last night I can fool around, I'll give you one chance to earn that information you want. If I cum before you do, then I'll tell you what I know of Enntu's departure from the companions."

"I see. And what if I do? Because I know that with you there is always a catch."

He smiled.

"You're learning, that's good. If you do orgasm before I do, then you'll be my wife."

"What? And what about Njada?"

"I come from the Velothi. Polygamy is accepted in my culture."

Me... Marry him? And not only that but be one of his wives? Was that dunmer out of his mind? On the other hand, that was maybe one of the rare kind of contest where I could beat him, especially if he agreed to my terms.

"I'll consider it... If you agree to one more condition." I said, trying to look more hesitant than I felt.

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Well, if I were to agree as is, nothing would prevent tou to force yourself upon me, do whatever you wanted to me and claim this as a win, right?"

"Well, I didn't know you were the kind of girl who would orgasm from being forced, but I get your point, so?"

"Well, I will be the one to choose whatever the both of us do. If you agree to these terms, I'll agree to yours."

I did my best to keep my face neutral, if he accepted, not only would I get the information I needed, but I'd also be able to finally get a sure win on him, no way he could beat me with these terms.

"OK, that sounds fair, I accept your terms." He said looking thoughtful.

"And I accept yours." I said, now unable to hide my smile. "Now, since you agreed to my terms, you must do as I say, Now close your eyes."

As he did so, I felt myself close to laughing.

As he stayed there with closed eyes, I undressed and hurriedly put on some cyrodilic underwear I had bought this week on a whim.

"Right, you can open your eyes." I said.

"By Azura!" He breathed as he did.

"Like what you see?"

"Very."

"Well, good, but no touching, undress and sit on the chair."

"What do you mean no touching?"

"You said that you'd do as I say, and I said no touching. If you don't then I guess that means that's your loss."

"What? But... Fine..."

Kneeling in front of him, I could see that he was already getting hard. Frankly, I was almost sorry for him, he was mine now. I actually just had to take him in my hand or my mouth until he came and that would be the end of it. But after all he'd had made me go through, I wanted to savour my victory and his humiliation a bit longer than that.

"So, now what?" said Athis, looking a bit flustered.

Well, too late for him to back out anyway.

"Now you watch. And then I'll suck you. And you'll have lost."

"Never. You'll be mine Arana." he said stubbornly.

"Well, you're just allowed to do what I tell you so there isn't any risk of losing for me. You might be a great fighter, but you are a pretty bad tactician wouldn't you say?" I said, pushing my tits in front of him.

He looked at it with clenched teeth and said nothing. By Satakal, I was feeling so mean. Well, he'd had it coming with the way he had treated me. And playing with him like that was so fun, I didn't want it to end too quick. Since it was my win anyway, what was the rush? Feeling naughty, and let's face it, more and more excited, I smiled at him.

"Get on the bed, and jerk yourself off."

"What? No I won't."

"Yes you will or that's your loss."

"Fine..." He said, getting up.

As he installed himself, I decided to undress before standing over him. Why not go all out, it was a bit late to feel chaste or self conscious.

"Look at me Athis. Look at my breasts. Burn them in your mind, for that's the last time you see them. And I won't even let you touch them, you hear me? Now move that hand if you don't want me to call that your loss."

I mean, I had intended to suck him off, but that was even better, he would cause his own defeat while I teased him. That was so cruel, so hot...

"Look at my ass, Athis. Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy fucking me. It's over, you hear? Hahn... It's over!"

"Hah! Foolish woman. Keep dancing for me. I'll never cum like that. I am not like you. I have discipline! Hah! You'll be mine I told you!"

Hot... So Hot... Who would have thought that teasing him like that would be so pleasant, so good? I wanted to tease him more, to tempt him more while he looked at me with his hungry eyes, his big manhood that had made me orgasm before wanting to plunge in me, but forbidden to. Oh by the gods, that was so good, and so frustrating at the same time.

"Look at my pussy, Athis! Haaahn... Look at the pussy you took with the big dick you're pumping right now. Haaahn... Keep looking at it, cause you can't do anything more."

"I am looking, woman. Hah! And I can see that you're drenched! Hah!" He said.

"I... I am not!"

"Hah! You are!"

Well, I was, and excited, and frustrated, so what? As long as I didn't start touching myself I was safe, while he had to masturbate. That was still my win, a frustrating one, but a win at last. However he was still not cumming, I needed to make it even more exciting for him to finally let go, to tempt him so that he finally went over the edge.

I got so close to him I could feel the heat from his meat rod. The room was full of our musk. By Morwha, what would Trenseth think if he could see me? But he wasn't here, Athis was. Athis who had taken me, made me cum, but not tonight. As much as I wanted it, tonight he'd be the only one cumming.

"Look at me Athis! Haaaahn... Look how close we are! Haaaaahn... You can't put it in, you don't have... Haaaahn... The right. But you want to... Haaaaahn... Don't you? You want to put it in..." I moaned.

Fuck that was harder than I thought... Maybe he'd actually do it. If he disobeyed my orders then I could get to feel the pleasure and I would still have won. Maybe tempting him was the best way to go...

"Stop... Haaahn... Stop masturbating Athis... Haaaaahn..." I said

And taking the head of his manhood in my hand, I started grinding my pussy lips against the back of his dick. It was so big, so hot, so hard... He had to be close, he had to. Soon he would cum in my hand and that would be over. Or even better, he would lose control, disobey and put it in. Then that would be my win and I'd get to feel this incredible pleasure again. Yes, I wanted him to disobey. I wanted him to take me...

"You can't put it in... Haaahn... But you want to, right... You want to put it in..." I said, grinding even more.

"Hah! Huff! Hah! By Azura, I do girl... Hah! Hah! But you too, Right? Haha! Hah! You want my dick in you!"

I did! By Morwha, Ruptga and all the gods. I did want him in me. Maybe just a little wouldn't hurt...

"Don't you... Haaaahn... Move... Don't you dare... Moaaahn... Move... Your loss, you hear? Haaaahn... Yours..." I breathed as I inserted him in me then slid down on him.

Fuck... It was good, so good. As he was sheathed deep inside me, I could feel his girth almost pulsate. He was about to cum in me. he had to. Because I knew that I shouldn't have taken him in, knew that if I moved...

I shifted my hips and it was like a mage had thrown a lightning bolt in my head. I screamed wordlessly as all my body shook, my womanhood contracting and pulsating around the dick that had finally vanquished me.

When my senses came back, Athis was still hard in me. Looking up at me he said.

"By Azura, that was quite the showy orgasm, girl!"

"I... I came... I lost..." I said, unable to believe it.

What had I just done, why had I played with him like that instead of keeping with my original plan...

Suddenly I was upside down and he was holding my legs. he rammed himself deep inside me and I could feel his hot seed paint my insides.

"Fuck it, girl. Take it! Haaaaaah! Take my seed! You're mine now, understand mine!"

Still breathless because of my recent orgasm, all I could do was whimper as he kept ramming me eventhough he had just cummed.

"Stupid girl! You dare defy a dunmer?! Who do you belong to girl? Say it!"

"Haaahn! You! I belong to you! I'm yours!"

"Yes! You're mine! Say my name bitch! Say it!"

"Athis! I belong to Athis! Athis... Oh! Oh! I'm... I'm cumming again Haaahn!"

After my second orgasm,  he finally let go of me, his penis going limp at last. I crawled next to him and fell asleep, Knowing that things would never be the same after...

Things changed after that. I did marry Athis, as did Njada. Since the priests of Mara didn't want to celebrate  a multiple wedding, we did a pilgrimage to Azura's Shrine, next to Winterhold to get wed. It was a nice ceremony, albeit strange by my standards.

Obviously, I stopped working at the Inn, as Athis didn't like that and moved back to Jorrvaskr, but as Athis's wife. Njada finally let go of her companion status while Athis climbed the ranks and finally joined the circle. Some jokingly said that it had less to do with his skill and more with the fact that all our sex in the dormitory was driving the other tenants crazy, but these are just jealous slanders. Anyway, we finally had our room and that didn't diminish our husbands appetites, quite the contrary in fact.

Njada and I are now happy housewives, we take care of our proud warrior of a husband while he provides for us. So it is natural for us to make him feel welcome when he comes back after some epic fights...

So that's not exactly as a warrior that I joined Jorrvaskr, but still, my husband is one of its mightiest, so there's that. And that's how I came to live with the companions.

So, did I answer your question? What? Not very heroic? Well, if everybody was heroic there'd be nothing remarquable about it now, would there? Also, the world needs fighters, sure, but also people to grow the vegetables, build the houses, cook, clean the sheets, or make and take care of children you know, nothing wrong with being a housewife.

"Arana! What are you doing still out there. You shouldn't spend so long out in your condition. Do you want our husband to worry? And you, what do you think you're doing talking to one of Athis the companion's wife? If he heard that you were trying to woe one of his wives he'd cut you to pieces!"

Njada, still as blunt as ever...

"Calm down Njada, he was just curious, and I feel fine, you know, I think that being pregnant actually agrees with me. But my sister wife is right, I should go, and it would be better for you if my husband didn't see us talking, he can be quite jealous. Now Njada, did you find those spices? I want to try again to cook some dunmeri food for Athis." I say, moving away.

"Nonsense, he ate the last only to please you, but you obviously messed it up, it was disgusting." Her eyes actually sparkling with humour under her guise of dispproval.

"Pah, you're just jealous because apart from roasting things you have no culinary talents whatsoever. He told me how much he had liked it and how it reminded him of... Hooooooo by Morwha."

I bend over and shiver from head to toe

"What? What's wrong?" she asks, looking at me worriedly, her mock anger gone in an instant.

I stand back up, a bit unsteady on my feet.

"I... I think that I just had my first contraction. We should get back to Jorrvaskr."

She takes my arm even though I can walk normally now that it's gone.

"Ok, let's go back and then I'll go search for the midwife. Time for little Dirvnil to have a little sister, right? Come on let's go."

Letting her lead me, I follow with a big smile on my face. Soon, I'll be a mother...

How I came to live with the companions? Well, yeah I guess I could tell you if you really want to know.

As you can guess by my appearance, I am not from Skyrim, but I am not actually from Hammerfell either. Eventhough I am a Redguard. I was actually born in the Imperial City in Cyrodiil. As for the way I met the companions, you see, it all started with my brother Enntu going missing. He was my older brother by a bit less than ten years and I kind of idolized him. When I was but a teenager, he left for Skyrim. He was a great warrior and he wanted to make a name for himself there since there was some unrest in this country. At first, he wrote a lot to me, at least once every month, but then he started writing less and less, and finally, after I had no news for more than six months, I decided to go there myself to search for him.

Of course, that didn't please my parents, and Trenseth, my fiance even less. Still, I couldn't stay in the dark like that. Had something happened to him? Or was he so taken by his new life there that he had forgotten about his family? About me? We had always been very close and he always had doted on me while I looked up to him and searched for his approval. Not knowing was a torture and I just couldn't let it go.

In his last letters he was talking about the companions and Jorrvaskr, about how this fearsome group of warriors had begged him to join them when they heard about his mighty deeds. Knowing that, because of his valor, they would probably stay informed about him even if he was not amongst them any more, I decided to start my search for him there. And that is how I came to cross the frontier int Skyrim to make my way to Whiterun and Jorrvaskr.

The trip from Bruma to Helgen, had been harsh, the weather reminding me that I was no longer in the mild weather of the Rumare lake. I had arrived at Helgen in the morning, thinking to stop there and rest. However there was a tension in the air, many imperial soldiers here appearing on edge. I had heard already of the stormcloak rebellion and, even if, at heart, I agreed with the rebels, I wanted no part in whatever was going on there so I kept going, my map telling me that if I kept on I'd arrive in whiterun in a bit more than a day and that there was a village named Riverwood where I could probably stop for the night.

Later I'd learn that Helgen was razed to the ground by what was probably the first dragon attack that plagued Skyrim, that's another tale altogether.

Still, my travel might this time have been free of dragon, but not of danger as I was set about by some wolves who appeared to be much less fearful than what I'd heard about those of Cyrodiil.

As I got ready to defend myself, I was a bit afraid about them going after my horse, but they were apparently much more interested in me, even armed and armored as I was.

Anyway, they were far from being a match for me and I easily dispatched them. Taking full advantage of the armor I had forged with my father, and of the axe that my brother had given to me before leaving and that allowed me to drain my opponents of their vigor when I hacked into them while it replenished mine.

It took me until the end of the afternoon to get to Riverwood. Apart from the wolf attack, or maybe even with that, I really enjoyed riding in the forest. The air was crisp and the wind carried the scent of many flowers unknown to me. Riverwood itself, when seen from afar appeared like a fairy tale village compared to what I was used to. small and pastoral, people going about their everyday life looking peaceful and happy. 

However, when I got in the village, my naive view of it didn't last very long.

First, when I got in, a guard asked me where was my husband, then my father when I told him that I wasn't married. When he understood that I was on my own, he asked me if I was a prostitute and if I had a licence for that trade. He finally let me go when I started getting angry, but I could hear him mutter to himself that I must be a lesbian cunt, while a bosmer who had listened to the conversation was saying that haughty girls from far away would do well to learn to behave.

Then, as I got closer to the inn, I saw an advert for a girl who was being sold!

I mean, I was pretty sure that slavery wasn't legal in Skyrim, or had things changed since I learned about it at the time where my brother had left for this place?

Later that night, I learned that it actually still was forbidden, mostly. However these kinds of adverts had apparently appeared in Skyrim a few weeks ago as a new law stating that lawbreakers could actually be stripped of any rights if their crime was grave enough and then could be bought as merchandise was being inforced in some holds.

That night, staying at the inn, I saw that I actually was the only woman who was there without a husband or male family to take care of her. Well, there was me, and an altmer whose attire and attitude with men made it quite obvious that her trade was the one the guard had asked me about...

Still, the wine was drinkable, the food simple but actually really good. Also it was nice be out of the cold and out of my armor, amongst human beings, even if some of them appeared to be looking a lot at my cleavage. Well, I had always been big, had always been useed to men looking at me and I was not about to change that because these idiots thought that I shouldn't go anywhere without a man to protect me.

I also had a talk with Delphine, the innkeeper. A small breton girl but, considering how she talked to Orgnar her husband, she clearly wasn't the kind of fragile flower that women were expected to be in these parts. She hadn't heard about my brother, but agreed that if he was a great warrior, then the Companions in Jorrvaskr would probably know about him wether he was one of them or not. 

I left early morning the day after, eager to get to Whiterun and Jorrvaskr. It had been too long that I had been without any news about Enntu and I could feel it. I was getting closer.

Travel this day was mostly uneventful and I could let my mind wander while the forest slowly became sparser to let wide plains finally take over. On the way to Whiterun, I saw many soldiers, all of them men. I also saw some lone armed people, probably sell swords and was a bit reassured to see that some of them, not much but still a few, were women. 

As I got to Whiterun, I could see that these posters were there too. The city was far smaller than the Imperial city, but still bigger and more populated than what I expected. There was many stores, merchants selling stuff at stalls also, many men and women coming and going. There, my armor attracted a few glances, but not nearly as much as it had in Riverwood. That place had probably been a backwater hovel and I thought that things would be easier here.

It took me a while to find Jorrvaskr, and I had to ask directions, but when I was there, I knew that I had the right place. I wouldn't say that it was what I had been expecting, but still it was impressive. Yes, that was the place that my brother came to, looking for glory. That was where I was going to get some more informations about him. When I got closer to the door, I could hear some cheering, probably some fight or sparring going on. Smiling I opened the door.

"Are those two at it again?" I heard someone say when I got in.

"Come on! Show her!" Yelled a dark haired woman.

There were five people in a half circle, cheering on two that were in the middle. those two were... Naked? Were they wrestling? Then I understood what was going on.

The ones being cheered on were a pale woman, probably a nord, and a dunmer. And they were actually coupling there in the open, with the others looking and commenting.

By Morwha, the woman even had something written above her ass. From where I was I couldn't see clearly but I doubted that it was poetry...

Without even realising it, I had gotten closer. Close enough that one of the men noticed me.

"Oh! Hey there lady. Sorry about that, guess that you don't see that every day. Don't worry, something tells me that these two are almost done, I can answer your questions after. I could now if it's urgent but, well, Njada likes her audience, or Athis does. Not sure which one, if not both."

"Ah! You dare defy a dunmer? Take that! You bitch!" Grunted the elf.

"Ah! That's... Aaahn! Nothing!" Moaned the woman on all fours.

Mesmerized, i couldn't take my eyes of them, barely conscious that I had been talked to. He was big! At least half as big as Trenseth, my fiance, eventhough they were both elves.

"By Azura!" Exclaimed the dunmer, slamming hips against her one last time before relaxing, leaning on her.

"Is that... All?"  she said, her cocky act not that convincing with her eyes still half closed from what I was pretty sure had been an orgasm.

Feeling self conscious, I finally managed to unglue my eyes from them to realize that the other man next to me, that really looked like the first one albeit a bit bigger, probably brothers, had also taken notice of me.

"Oh, hey pretty girl. Are your tits that big or is that the armor? You on the market, I got 15 septims for you if you come to my room with me."

"What!"

"Farkas! Shut up muscles for brain!" Said the first one who had talked to me. "Whores don't come with armor on except if you ask them for it and buy them one, idiot. She must be a client. Excuse my brother milady, he's the best when it comes to cleave or to headbutt any foe, however thinking isn't his strong suit."

"Fuck you Vilkas. Though if you ain't a prostitute, sorry, I guess I was rude. It's just those two, Watching them has made me horny. And I am not that smart when I'm horny."

"Cause you are the rest of the time?"

During that time, the two lovers, if that's what they were, had finally gotten up and the girl was leaving, proof of their coupling still apparent between her thighs.

"Nice one Njada." Said the dark haired girl that had been cheering on. "Did you actually try to win or did you just want to get plowed?"

"What are you doing here Ria? Shouldn't you be somewhere else with the future father? Said the naked one, looking at her belly. "Or maybe you don't know who it is?"

"Girls don't fight. Said the white haired man. "I got enough love for the both of you." 

"Sure you do, Skjor?" Asked the red haired girl, Icily.

"Err, just kidding, Aela, you know that, right?"

"You better be. Now stop looking at these bitches tits and come hunt with me." She said leaving, not needing to check if he was following.

"OK, this place really is a circus." said the first man to have talked to me, Vilkas if I had heard well." Come with me, we'll go to my room to talk. haha don't worry, no funny business." He added when he saw me looking at him with suspicion.

Waving for me to follow him, he crossed the hall, went down some stairs and took me to a room where we sat across each other.

"So... Let me guess. Judging by that clunky thing you put yourself in, I'd say that you need to travel somewhere and need protection, right? You want to hire some men to protect you? So, how close was I?"

"What? No, I can protect myself." I said. "And that clunky thing as you said is a great armor that my father and I forged together."

"Oh, if you say so. Sorry about that. Then what is it you need from the Companions?"

"I am searching for someone and I guess that you must know of him. He's a warrior of renown and a great man. It's my brother Enntu."

At that, he looked at me before answering.

"Oh, You're Enntu's sister... Mmm... Now that you say it, I guess that you could look a bit like him. Wouldn't have guessed without you saying it, though. Well, I am sorry but I can't tell you about him."

"What? Why? Don't you know where he is?"

"I don't know where he is now, and I don't know of any renown about him, or him being such a great man. I know where he left for, but even that, I guess I can't tell you, even if you're his sister."

"And why not?" And what do you mean you don't know of him being a great man, you met him did you not?"

"Well, we don't tell the whereabouts of our shield brothers and sisters. For us these bonds are even deeper than family. Even if one is no longer a brother. As for meet him I did, but I tell you he didn't strike me as one I could call great."

"I... How dare you! You're jealous of him? That's why you won't tell?"

"Easy girl. As I told you I won't tell you because you're not a companion."

"Well then, that's easy, make me a Companion."

He burst out laughing at that.

"Jorrvaskr isn't an embroidery social club, girlie. We're an order of warrior."

"Then what, do you say that because I am a woman? I am a warrior too!"

"Are you? There are women amongst us, but they are seasoned warriors, how many kills have you done? How hard have you trained?" 

"I... I killed three wolves on the way to Whiterun. And I was trained by my brother."

"Right... Tell you what, I'll go ask for the old man's permission, and if he agrees, I'll test you. If you pass, then you'll be a Companion and have earned the right to ask me some questions. Go at the back of the building on the training field, I'll meet you there."

He got up at these words and left. Too furious to find an answer, I stomped back up the stairs and got out of the building.

While I was waiting for him in the backyard, I saw the Dunmer, the girl he had had sex with, and the dark haired one look at me. The three of them were apparently curious about me. I couldn't stop myself from sneering at the girls' "armors" that barely covered anything. As for them, they got even more interested when Vilkas got here too, took his sword out and faced me.

"Whoa there Vilkas. What's going on?" Asked the dunmer.

"That one asked to join us, said she'd prove herself to me, so we'll see if she's got more than just words."

"You're right you'll see." I growled.

"Who's the big metal armor anyway?" Asked the dark haired one.

"You're jealous because she got knockers bigger than yours eventhough you're pregnant?" Asked the white haired one.

"Well, her armor does. Maybe she got mosquito bites under it."

"Ooh, we'll have to check that, then, won't we." Said the dunmer.

"Will you three bitches shut up? " Exclaimed Vilkas. "She's Enntu's sister. Came to ask about him, told her to piss off, so she kinda defied me for the right of it. And now face me lass. Show me how you move in that huge safe you call an armor. Show me dear Enntu's mighty trained sister."

"Enntu's sister? Now that's interesting." I heard the dunmer say.

However I had to concentrate on Vilkas. He was arrogant, but still, he looked like he knew what he was doing.

We started circling each other. He was a two handed sword wielder, he had the better reach and offense power, while I had the better defense with my shield. I thought that he would rain hits on me to try to overwhelm me, but no, he waited, and waited, actually letting me get closer and closer to him as we turned around each other, letting me in a distance that was more advantageous for me. When I finally knew that he was too close to be able to properly use his sword, I hacked at him, going for his arm as I didn't want to kill him even if he had angered me.

Except that... I didn't even scratch his armor for he had jumped back. Before I had the time to really understand what had happened, he had pivoted on his heels and his sword came crashing in my shield, lifting my feet off the ground with the force of the impact.

I wish I could say that I'd had the time to put my shield up. Frankly, I think that he voluntarily hit my shield so as not to skewer me.

As I fell to the ground, I could hear one of the girl say: "Well, that was to be expected."

Breathless and in pain, I didn't even bother to get my axe and shield as I stood up as best I could in front of Vilkas, doing my best not to cry.

"Well then, That's it girl. I guess that's the extent of your talent. Just know that you didn't dishonnor your brother's training, for he did no better when he faced me. Now grab your rubbish off of Jorrvaskr's ground and be on your way."

What was he saying? Disrespecting my brother again? I knew that it was only lies, but what was I going to do? The result of our bout had been clear enough to show me that it was no stroke of luck. He clearly was better than I was, maybe close to my brother's level!

"Why? Why do you say that against my brother?" I finally blurted, almost despite myself.

"Why? Because i don't like him. That's why." he answered.

"But you say that he was your Shield brother. Shouldn't you show him some respect?"

"The old man accepted him because of lies! I didn't choose him to be." He said angrily. Seeing that what he was saying was maybe hurting worse than the beating he gave me he mellowed somewhat. "And you didn't choose him either, so you better let him go as we did. You ask me to show him some respect? Not talking about him is the best I can do in that sense without lying then."

I was still thinking of a way to make him change his mind when someone else spoke next to me.

"Hey Vilkas. You're saying that his brother did no better than her, yet he was a companion right?"

Looking, I saw that , the dunmer had joined us.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said Athis. What's that to you?" Answered Vlikas, looking annoyed.

"Well the thing is, that is unfair to the girl, don't you think? She had the guts to fight you yet you say that she doesn't qualify? I'd say that she has heart at least. wouldn't you?"

"Well yeah. But I am quite sure that it's not her heart that interests you, although it's not far from it. And maybe she's delusionnal because her brother told us that she was a mighty warrior, which she's not. So should we accept anybody who's got guts? Even if they hardly can wield a weapon?"

"That's not what I say. What I am saying is that how many of us would be a Companion today if we'd had to beat you to join when we arrived? Would you say that we've got no place here though? People like Torvar and I? Or even thoses crazy wenches Njada or Ria? Would you be a companion today if you'd had to beat Kodlak in his prime as a youngling yourself?"

Vilkas looked more and more annoyed but couldn't apparently find a fault in what the dunmer was saying.

"So what, should we let her join eventhough she failed at what was supposed to be her trial?"

"That trial was unfair, how about another one?"

"You know what? Fine. I'll talk to the old man and we'll fine another trial for her. A fairer one."

He turned to me then.

"Hear that lass? Athis here seems to have taken a liking to you. So I'll go talk to the Harbinger. He'll think of something to test your mettle. Until then, you better train like Molag bal's whipping your ass, cause if you fail the next one, you probably just won't be humiliated, you'll be dead, understand?"

Still in pain, I gritted my teeth and looked at him.

"I will. And one day I'll be strong enough to beat you."

He laughed at that.

"That's the spirit. But just know that, the day you do that, you'll be much stronger than your brother ever was."

Not leaving me the time for a last retort, he left at that.

Seeing thet Athis had gone a bit further to lean on a wall I went to him.

"Err thank you. But what's the catch? I am not going to sleep with you, you know?"

"Yet." He smiled.

"What yet?"

"Not yet."

"Right, I won't and that's final."

"If you say so. Well, let me ask you that, what did you earn?"

"He said that he wouldn't talk to someone who is not a companion. So I earned the right to try to become a companion again."

"Yeah, but you annoyed him in doing so. Even if you pass the the test, what makes you think that he'll talk then, he has made no promises in this sense, or has he?"

"What? He wouldn't dare!"

"Oh yes he would. He might be more intelligent than his brother, that doesn't make him less stuborn. By helping you, I made him lose face, so now I can bet you a thousand septim that he won't tell you, and that he'll ask all the others of the inner circle not to tell you either. See, he really didn't like your brother, and he isn't the only one. Good thing for you that I overheard what they said when he left..."

"What, so you could tell me where my brother has gone?"

"I could."

And to think I had seen him as chivalrous when he came to my help...

"So what, you're saying that I'll have to sleep with you for you to tell me?" I asked, angry but unable to hide the hint of desperation in my voice.

"Nah, where would be the fun in that? The Challenge? This is Jorrvaskr, we fight for what we want."

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying that I'll tell you, only you'll have to beat me in hand to hand combat for it. The deal is, I don't choose when we fight, you do. You train, alone, with the girls, even with me if you want, and when you feel ready, you and I have a fight. If I lose, I tell you all that I know about your brother, if you lose... Well, first time you'll get a freebie, kind off, you'll suck me off but I'll restrain from helping myself to your juicy cunt, second time and all the ones after, we'll fuck."

"And what makes you think that I'll agree to your terms?"

"You came all the way to Skyrim to search for your brother, right? Don't know if that's just sisterly worry or if you want to bring him back for a reason or another, but something tells me that you don't want to go back empty handed. That would be a pity too, not only do I think that you actually have the making of a warrior but let's face it, I can't wait to fuck you silly. Also, had you not talked about Enntu, Vilkas would have been much softer with you. He's kind of a softie with ladies in fact when you don't rub him the wrong way."

"Pah fine, I'll make you eat those words, you hear, with a serving of my feet up your ass."

"We'll see about that, lass, and we'll see who ends up with something up the ass. So what about you ask tilma where to rest your head, something tells me that you just became our new apprentice."

Later that day, I found Tilma and asked if there was a bed I could use. Apparently, she already knew who I was and why I was here. She probably knew also how easily I had been defeated by Vilkas, but there really wasn't anything I could do about it. Obviously I didn't have my own room, only members of the circle did. So I was in what was considered the women's room.

The fact that the men's room wasn't even separated from ours by a curtain didn't stop Ria from sleeping in the nude.

All the opposite of Njada who kept her armor on even inside, removing it only when she got into bed and putting it back on as soon as she got up. When I questioned her about that, she gruffly answered that I might move better in mine if I did the same.

Next morning I started training. Strangely enough, Njada, who had appeared very abrasive at first, seemed to think that it was her job to make a warrior out of me. And we didn't start our training with sword, axe and shield, but with running. Njada telling me that I couldn't hope to get any better if I didn't get fitter. Obviously, she made fun of my body shapes which aren't exactly what you expect on a warrior, but I bid my time, getting ready to show her the strength I kept hidden under all the jiggle she made so much fun off.

Still, I couldn't fathom how she could run like that with, not only with her armor, as light as it was it was still boiled leather and metal, but also carrying her shield and sword... And I guess that I must have been a funny sight, huffing and puffing behind her as Whiterun's citizens kept watching us while we ran around the town, once, twice, thrice...

We were on the wall walk on the upper west side of town when I finally stumbled and couldn't get up any more. Standing above me, Njada looked down at me and said:

"Is that the way you intend to be with Athis? Well, I guess kneeling in front of him like that will make things easier. And you aren't even wearing your armor. Though considering this huge monstruosity I can relate."

"Pah! What is... Hah...  It with you all and... Hah... My armor? Hah... Hah...I did it with my father. Hah... He's a smith... A renowned one. Pfouh... Hah...  He makes some armor for... A lot of soldiers... Hah... And nobody ever complained!" I said, managing to grit my teeth with frustration even as I labored to breathe.

She softened at that. Kneeling in front of me, she answered.

"Listen girl. I meant no disrespect to your father. I am sure that his armor is a good one for soldiers, probably officers who have a horse to carry the armor up to the battle place, but it is too heavy for a lone fighter. If you intend to become a companion, you need an armor that will protect you from some damage, but that will let you avoid most of it. The best armor in the world won't save you if you can't dodge an giant's hammer. That's something you avoid, if an armor is big enough to take it the impact will still put you on the ground, and good luck getting back up while it pummels you to the ground. Also, if the fight goes on, you need stamina to carry it around. Your armor is probably heavier than what the male members of the circle carry, and believe me when I tell you that they are far stronger than you are. You need to go to see Myriani, she'll outfit you, she's the one who did all of the women companion's armors."

Thinking about it, many of my father's clients were indeed high ranking officers, some of them even specialized in fighting from horseback. Could what she was saying be true? But then looking at her I shaked my head.

"Frankly, your armor isn't one, I mean have you seen your backside?"

"I face my enemies, I don't run from them."

"Why all the running then."

"To run at them, and it's training. By Shor, stop your bickering!"

"Well, I am not convinced."

"Would a fight with me convince you?"

Later that day, after I had recovered from all the running, we were back where I had been humiliated by Vilkas. Well,I swore to myself that it wouldn't be the same with Njada.

And it wasn't, not really. She didn't flatten me in a few seconds.

At first, it went quite well. I mean, I couldn't touch her and she did touch me a few times, but that only convinced me that wearing some heavy armor was actually a good idea.

However, as the fight dragged on, I still couldn't touch her while she starting getting me more and more. I tried rushing her but she just danced away and blocked all my hits with her shield.

And the fact that this new defeat also had some witnesses didn't help making all of that feel better, especially considering that, amongst others, there were Athis and Vilkas watching us.

Finally, after what felt like long hours but must have been more around 15 minutes of heavy sparring, one of her hit struck my helmet like a gong and I faltered, letting go of my weapons.

"By Leki, I don't get it. I thought... I thought that I knew how to fight..." I mumbled, a bit groggy from the hit I had just taken.

"Well, you don't. Not really anyway, you know some forms I see that. To tell the truth you're actually better than I thought you'd be, You have some good potential I'd say. but you lack three things to become a good warrior."

"Yeah, And what are those?" I grumbled.

"Care to fill in, Vilkas?" she asked.

"Nah, she's your pup for now, we'll see later if she deserves a circle chaperone." Answered the big nord.

"Ok, first you need experience. You say that your brother and father trained you. Well, I can see that they did teach you, but they didn't train you. You know some forms, but you need to practice with people fighting back like Vilkas and I did. And if I guess correctly, not like your brother did with his precious little sister."

Thinking back, it was true that Enntu had never really fought back, telling me where there was some flaws in my defense, but never really hitting me back.

"I guess that I see your point. What about the others."

"You need to work on managing your effort, when you hit and you don't touch, you'll tire yourself out, your opponent is a living being, not a log to hack at . Also, you'll need more stamina, hence the running."

"Fine, third?"

"Torvar? What do you think" She asked to another nord who had watched our sparring session.

"Easy, she needs an armor she can move in." By Leki, him too! "From what I saw when you're out of that thing, you got enough meat to carry around. Not that I'm complaining, you hear? Love them fat ass and jiggly titties of yours. But you don't need to add this huge metal thing that must weigh as much as an anvil on top of it."

Without a word, Njada looked at me.

"Alright! I'll go see your smith and give it a try, but does it have to be so... So... You know."

Njada looked away, apparently annoyed.

"Well, I had some objections to that, as did Aela and Ria, but I guess that's how she likes them. She says that it'll help distract our opponents and I am sure that it does, but yeah, it takes some getting used to. That or the guys here are paying her to make us look like whores playing dress up."

"I didn't." Said the nord leaning on the wall. "But if someone else did I'll offer him a drink whenever he wants. Can't wait to see how Myriani will dress you up new blood, I'm sure that it'll be much more enjoyable to see than what you're wearing now."

"Yeah, I am being less and less convinced that your advice was actually for my benefit." I grumbled.

"Yes it is! But I can enjoy it too can't I? Mutual benefit you call taht, right?"

Miriani was a bosmer, At least I think that's what she is, she might be of mixed ancestry, I don't know, we never talked about that. She's an elf, she's small if frankly well endowed, and when I finally went to the sky forge to meet her, she chirped at me:

"Ah, you're the new one, wondered when you'd get up here but I knew it wouldn't be long before you tired of that monstruosity you call an armor."

I bit back the good daughter's reply and just smiled while she continued.

"But by Mara are you big, and I do mean big, not tall, not that I mind, I actually like to articulate my work around real women, actually it is kind of my speciality, I made armor for some of the best endowed warrior women around here. I can tell already that you'll be magnificent in it"

Well, I had seen her work and I couldn't say that I was that enthousiast about it but well. It was worth a try.

"Eorlund won't let me make you a skyforge steel armor until you really become a companion, but I should be able to do something for you before that. Now, let me have a look at you.

She then stood up and looked at me, turning around me and mumbling to herself. I thought that she would ask me to undress, or at least to take some measurements, but after a while, she just said that I could go, and to come back in a week and a half to adjust it.

After that, my life in Jorrvaskr started to unfold. Getting up early, going to run with Njada, then sparring sessions with her interspersed with short resting times until the evening where we would go to run again before going out to wash in the cold river.

It's out there, naked with her that I finally asked her why she was helping me.

"Well, two reasons really." She told me. "First, there is a common dislike of your brother in Jorrvaskr, a dislike that spoiled your welcome when you came in and started praising him."

"What did he do for you guys to hate him like that?" I asked.

"It's not for me to say. We aren't supposed to speak about the Companion's business with outsiders, and for now, that's what you are. But I don't like to make someone pay for another one's mistakes. Hence the help."

"Well, I appreciate it. Really. And I think that I can guess the second reason. You dislike Athis and you want to help me beat him, right? I mean, I saw him humliate you when I first came in, and I guess that he's the one who wrote on your back right? Is it permanent or will it fade?"

She looked at me for a while, apparently lost in thought, before answering.

"Right. And wrong. It's complicated. The writing will fade, it takes around two weeks. About Athis, I don't really dislike him, but let's say that I hold some responsibility in how he is today."

"How so?" I asked, now curious.

"Well, when we joined more or less at the same time. He was a good fighter, but a terrible brawler, and I made fun of him for that. A lot. I used to defy him and humiliate him in front of the others. I didn't think much of it back then, but apparently he did. He left and went back to Morrowind for a while. There, he studied in a martial arts school for 2 or 3 years before coming back.  First thing he did was challenge me to a duel. Before he left, i had said that' I'd sleep with him if he ever beat me, and he did, many times since his return."

"Oh... I see. So... How good is he?"

"He is good. He wouldn't be able to go toe to toe with the best the Companions have to offer weapons in hands, far from it, I mean punches and kicks are well and good but against a trained warrior with weapons in hands, it isn't really a game changer. But bare fisted, He is surprisingly quick, and cunning. Not unbeatable, I almost managed it a few times, but he is a tricky one."

"Hum... Thanks for the insight. That helps." I said.

It didn't really. Actually it was more depressing than anything else. If I couldn't beat him, I just had to hope that the other companions weren't that bull headed and that I still could learn something about Enntu once I was one of them. Or I could try to beat him anyway. I mean, he was an elf, he was probably quick, but if I rushed him maybe I could overpower him... I mean, I was strong, bigger and heavier than him, and before coming here, I had worked the forge with my father. If I got my hands on him... Anyway, I had a free try, sort off, I mean sucking him off would be terrible, but i still could tell myself that it wasn't really being unfaithfull to Trenseth, my fiance who was waiting for my return in the Imperial city. I mean getting naked for him would be humiliating, but I hadn't exactly shown a radiant image since I arrived. If he beat me, I could at least see how good he was... Actually more determined now that I had thought about it, I decided that there wasn't any point in waiting any more.

That evening, I ate light but nourrishing food, didn't drink any alcohol and went to bed early. The day after, when Njada told me to come jog with her I told her that I'd pass., that I'd got something else to do.

"Are you about to do something stupid, girl?" She asked.

"No... Well, maybe, but that's something that I have to do."

"Fine, don't come crying when it doesn't turn out the way you hope it does."

Shaking he head, she left me while I got out of the dormitory to go searching for Athis.

I found him outside training on one of the wooden dummy. Seeing me coming towards him, he smiled and went to lean on the wall at his usual place.

"So, are you finally ready to suck my cock, lass?"

"Ready to break your teeth, you mean? Yeah, definitely. So how and where?"

"In the great hall, wouldn't want you to use a lack of witness to call me a cheater or to go back on your word."

"What? How dare you?"

"Well, your brother wasn't exactly one to honor his promises."

"Enough with these things about my brother, you guys keep telling me that you won't tell me anything about him, yet you all keep insulting him! I'll fight you, and if I lose I'll do as you say, ok?"

"Good, I'll go remove my armor and I'll meet you there then."

About one hour later, we were in the great hall and most of the companions were there, watching us. Athis had told every one about our duel and what each of us had bet. When he had, Vilkas and a few others seemed annoyed, but nobody refuted him the right to talk if he lost, which was something I had feared. It least, I wouldn't be fighting for nothing.

Now that everything was in place, we got ready to fight.

We circled each other for a while. Watching him, I couldn't really see anything particular that would hint at some bare handed fighting schooling. There were some martial arts school in the imperial City and all of them had their own stance, but he just looked like a regular brawler to me. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be prudent. Keeping my guard as closed as I could, I waited for him to throw the first punch.

Soon, the people around started to make fun of us, asking us what kind of dance it was. As if that had triggered him, Athis started to attack.

Frankly, there wasn't anything special to his punches. I blocked a few, they were neither powerful, nor particularly quick. If that was what Njada was afraid of, then she was a good warrior but really a terrible brawler.

I jabbed at him and he jumped back, a fearful expression on his face, his guard completely opened.

Now really annoyed at having feared him, I put all I had in a strong punch, getting ready to knock him out. Considering the strength I had felt in his previous punches, there was no way for him to block that.

That's why I was really surprised first, when he easily diverted my punch while sidestepping me...

... And then when he sweeped my feet under me as I was still unbalanced.

What? How?

I had the time to notice Njada's look of pity, and I crashed down on the floor.

I was still trying to understand what had just happened to me when Athis turned me on my back and grabbed me by the throat.

"Do you yield?" He asked.

Fuck you and all your ancestors is what I wanted to answer.

"Fhhhh..." Is all I could manage.

"Do you yield?" He asked again. "If you do blink twice.

I tried to shake him off but couldn't, his fingers like a vice around my throat. Finally, seeing stars, I blinked once, then twice.

As soon as he let go of me I stood up and walked away from him, feeling my cheeks heat up with the shame of defeat, and of what was to come.

"You pretended to be weak, you... You tricked me!" I finally managed to say.

"Well, better that than pretending to be strong, isn't it lass? And deception is part of the art of war. Now how about you get out of these clothes and get ready to give me what you owe me."

"What? Not here! You never said anything about doing it in public! Let's go to your room."

"I don't have a room, only the circle members do. If we go down there, people will follow and you'll still end up with an audience albeit a more cramped one. And anyway, I never said anything about it not being in public. Now stop trying to wiggle out of what you owe me and undress, or is your word worth as much as your fighting prowess?"

Mortified but seeing no way out of this situation, I then started to undress.

"By Shor! Thoses tits are huge! You could feed all of Whiterun's babies with those puppies I am sure." Exclaimed Skjor, his eyes glued on my breasts.

"I'll lend her to you when I'll have finished taming her." Answered Athis. 

"I... I despise you." I said, looking away.

"Yet you're about to suck my dick. Now, what does that say about you?" he jeered.

Since I couldn't make myself look him in the eyes, my eyes roamed along his naked body and fell on his manhood. Fuck he was big! Trenseth was maybe half as long as him, and even thinner. When I had seen him naked the first time we had made love, I had assumed that, as the saying went, elves were smaller than men in that regard. Well, that wasn't true for Athis.

"So girl, Do you know how to do what you must? Done it before?"

"I... Not that it is your business, but yeah. I have a fiance you know?" I answered, blushing even more.

"Well, is that what fiance behave in hammerfell? And they say Dunmer are wanton. Now, will you keep looking at it, or will you finally get on your knees and do what you must?"

Well, waiting wouldn't make it go away. Ashamed I kneeled in front of him and took it in my hand. He started hardening almost instantly and very soon he was standing at the ready. Big, so big... Almost without thinking, I got my face closer and started kissing its length. Lifting my eyes I could see Athis looking down at me at flet my cheeks burning with shame.

Unable to hold his gaze, I looked away, all the while I kept kissing and pumping his manhood slowly. His smell was filling my nostrils. It should have repulsed me, it was the smell of someone I despised, the smell of another man than my bethroted, yet it didn't, far from it...

"Enough playing around, slut. Take me in." He ordered.

Well, I had promised han't I? Opening my lips, feeling like the lowliest tavern wench, I let him slowly slide inside my mouth, all the while licking his underside. His musky taste filled my mouth, making my heart beat faster and stronger. By Mara, what was wrong with me? How could that excite me?

"Look at her go. Sure as hell doesn't look forced to me." I heard a man comment.

"Well, from what I heard, Redguards are all sluts." A woman this time. Ria? Aela?

"Hmmpf... Mglumpf..." Was all I managed as an answer.

"Don't you know lass that it is bad manners to speak with your mouth full?" Asked Athis, mockingly."Now keep going. You're doing good, really good. Ah... Yes... I'll have to thank your fiance, I f I ever meet him, for having trained you so well for me."

Asshole! What a cheeky asshole! Yet here I was, sucking him off... I wanted to wring his testicules, I wanted to snap his neck, I wanted to put my hands between my thighs to do something about the flood that was happening there. By Morwha, how could such a shameful act excite me so?

"Now lass, give me your hands, I want only to feel your mouth." He said, grabbing them gently but firmly.

Had he noticed? Or was that a way to assert his dominance even more? In a way I was kind of grateful. If he hadn't I don't know if I wouldn't have ended up pleasuring myself.

His smell was assualting my nostrils, his salty taste my tongue, his girth was making it hard to breathe, I was getting light headed, but it wasn't unpleasant, quite the opposite. I knew that there were still people around, jeering, making fun of me, but all that seemed far away, insignificant compared to the way his manhood was filling my mouth. How would it feel between may legs? I didn't know, and a part of me wanted to.

"By Azura, I... Oh fuck!" Gasped Athis.

He let go of my hands while his manhood felt like it was jumping in my mouth. I had always avoided to take Trenseth seed in my mouth, finding it a vile and demeaning act. But here and now, I didn't even think before getting myself ready to receive the dunmer's sperm.

What in Morwha's Mercy am I doing? I had the time to think. Then his hot and acrid semen starting spurting against my throat and I had to start gulping it down if I didn't want to choke on it.

We stayed like that the time for his last sprays to subside, some of his seed overflowing on my lips, then on my breasts.

"By Molag Bal, King of rape, believe me when I tell you that you are better at this than at fighting, girl. Maybe you should consider a future on your knees..."

As if a spell had been broken, I let go of his softening manhood and stood up, my face and breasts decorated by the excess that I hadn't been able to swallow.

"By Azura, girl. You're hot as the Deadlands. I am a bit tired right now, but give me some rest and I'll be happy to fight you again. I'll really enjoy making you moan on my spear." He said, breathing contentedly.

Unable to look at him, I still managed to reply: "You got me by surprise this time, next time I'll be ready for your tricks."

"Let's hope so lass. Anyway, not now obviously, i wanna be able to plow you after I make you yield and right now you've sucked me dry, but apart from that, you choose when. The wait will only make it better."

Around us. people started to leave, getting back to their own activities.

As I was recovering my clothes on the floor, I heard a voice behind me:

"You need to be careful with that one, he's a tricky one. And he has a mean strek with women."

Turning, I saw Vilkas behind me.

"Come to make fun of me, do you enjoy to see Enntu's sister defiled so?" I asked bitterly.

"Frankly, I thought I would, but no, not really. Come to my room, we've got to talk." He answered. "Seeing me look at him, he added. "Obviously finnish dressing back up before, and no funny business I swear."

He leaved then, letting me think about it. Bah, what else was there to lose? And He might be a gruff and resntful man, I still couldn't see him try to force himself on me. So once dressed I went down to his room.

When I got there, Vilkas looked at me a while before saying:

"Err, you could have washed this off first."

Oh fuck, I was still covered in semen. As I was turning back towards the door, he lifted his hand and said:

"Anyway, no matter, you're here now."

"I am, so what do you want?"

"I spoke to the old man, about me testing you, about what Athis said then. And he agreed."

"Oh? Then what?"

"Then you'll have another chance to prove your valor, to join the companions, if you want to."

I had expected more humiliation, not that. A bit taken aback, I took a while before asking:

"If I become a companion, will you tell me about my brother?"

"No I won't, and I doubt that the others of the circle will either. Part of it is to keep our shame hidden, but believe me when I say that if you knew, you'd wish you didn't."

"Will you forbid Athis to tell me what he knows?"

"No, but I doubt that he knows much. Still they were close for a while, him and your brother, so I may be wrong. But your dealings with him, and what he makes you do are between you two. On the other hand, You've shown guts, and heart. Your arm is still lacking but we can work on that. Joining us in an honor that isn't offered to that many people."

"I... I don't know, that's not why I came here, you know that."

"Yes, but still, you fought me for the right of it. Some would consider it madness, but some would say it required courage."

"Yes, but that was to know about my brother. Now you're telling me that even if I join, you won't tell me."

"Aye. But I've seen you train with Njada, and I think that you may have come to the right place for the wrong reasons. Now you don't need to answer me now. Myriani told me that she could finish your new armor tonight. Come at Jorrvaskrr's entrance tomorrow mornig at  dawn with your new armor. If you do, I'll know that you want to prove yourself and I'll tell you of your trial. If you don't then I'll know you have chosen otherwise."

"And if I don't, what then?"

"Then you need to let go of your bed and find another place to stay. That doesn't prevent you to keep training with Njada if she still wants to and to do whatever you want with Athis, but you won't be one of us. Go now, your answer won't be in words, but in actions. Also, you really need to go wash your face and tits."

After washing off, I laid on my bed for a while, thinking. What was I to do? Athis had beaten me and humiliated me, but he still could tell me about my brother. He had used deception to beat me and that kind of technique didn't work when you're ready for it. On the other hand, he had still been quicker and stronger than I expected. Would I learn what I want if I kept at it? Or would I just end up more unfaithful and humiliated than I already had?

Also, did I want to join the companions? That's not why I had come here. Still, I had always thought to be a great warrior, and was apparently not as good as I thought. They were willing to make me one of them, to train me so that I'd end up being what I used to think I was. And even if they were rough people, both Njada and Vilkas had proven to be more decent people than I thought them to be at first...

Hard choices to make....

It took me a while but I finally got up and went back to train, having made up my mind. Then when we were finished, I went up to see Myriani.

"So... Vilkas told me that you finished my armor, could I see it?" I said to Myriani.

She smiled mischieviously.

"Eager are you? Well, I am quite happy with what I did. We actually did it in skyforge steel, i wasn't about to, but Eorlund gave his assent, so I said why not! He even did some weapons for you, aren'you a lucky one?"

She started unpacking what looked more like a disjointed dwemmer mechanism than an armor. I couldn't even see what was supposed to go where. Seeing my confusion, Myriani laughed, then she told me to undress and started putting my new armor on me all the while explaining how I should strap it when I'd do it on my own.

"Err... Is that it?" I asked a bit flustered.

"Yes, magnificent isn't it?"

"I have almost no armor on the back, it is as if I wanted people to look at my ass!"

"Well, you're supposed to face your enemies you know, and you have your shield brother and sister to watch your back so no protection needed, and then why wouldn't you give them a peek at these nice buttocks of yours as thanks for protecting you?" She said winking. 

By Leki, this bosmer was completely crazy! Why had I said yes to such madness?

Oblivious to what I was thinking, Myriani handed me a shield and a war axe. Ok, at least these seemed to be proper weapons. From what I had gathered, they had been made by Eorlund, the smith of the male companions. Good thing we had the same weapons as our male counterparts, if not what would I have ended with? A half axe and an empty circle as a shield? Taking them in hand, I had to admit that they had great balance, looking strong and still feeling light.

"He even did a great axe for you, here." She said, handing me another weapon.

Well, I was more of a shield and one handed axe person, but I guessed it could come in handy, and the craftsmanship was incredible.

"So what do you say Njada, doesn't she look fierce and sexy at the same time?" Asked Myriani.

"She looks great Myriani. But we don't need to look sexy, you know, we're warriors."

"You're women warrior, you should always go for fierce AND sexy."

"Well, if you say so. But one thing's certain, she'll be able to move better now."

"Well, sure I will, but there are holes in this armor, am I really going to be protected in that?" I asked.

"Of course you will." Said Myriani, and the weight gain will allow you to avoid most hits that would have hit you before. Njada, Ria and Aela have all had your kind of worry too at first, but did they come back to their horrible bulky things after a few fights? Of course not!

Well, It was true that those three were aknowledged as warriors by the others and they were still fighting in Myriani's armor, so I could at least give it a try.

After thanking Myriani, I went to bed early. After all, my trial was tomorrow.

It was early morning when I met Vilkas in Front of Jorrvaskr. Arriving there, I saw that Njada was there too.

"Good, you're here. Njada was sure that you'd come, but I still wasn't convinced." He said.

"Well, I accepted Myriani's arms and armor, it would be pretty petty to leave after that."

"I agree. But the world is full of petty people. For instance..."

"Yeah, I know. According to you my brother would have taken the armor, ran away and probably kicked an old lady on his way out, right? That's what you were about to say?"

He laughed at that.

"Yeah, pretty much. My dislike for him taints the way I see you and it's unfair. Sorry about that. Accomplish your mission now, and you'll have earned my apologies."

"And the truth about my brother?"

"Don't push it lass, I already told you no."

"Worth a try. So, how do I prove myself to you?"  I asked.

"There are bandits a few hours out of Whiterun, hidden in a cave on the plains west of the city. We've know of them for a while but didn't care much when they just asked for some bribe to the merchants they ambushed. However lately they've started to abduct women. A man here in Whiterun had to buy back his own daughter from an inn wher she was forced to whore herself out to "pay back her debt". That is to say the price the bandits sold her to the innkeeper. We aren't the guards, but that man has paid us so that these bandist be dealt with. Also, we don't care about the law that much, but we dislike people who pray on the weak. So you'll go there, and deal with them. Njada will accompany you. To help you, but also to see if you're fit to be called our shield sister."

Taking on a bandit camp just the two of us. Either they thought highly of me, or they wanted me to fail. But they wouldn't send Njada if they expected her to die there would they? I took a deep breath, then nodded.

"Fine, I'll do it."

"Good. I hope that you'll come back to me as my sister, and not as Enntu's one."

Not wanting to argue about my brother one more time, I just nodded and left, hearing Njada follow me.

As Njada advised me, we didn't try to avoid the dangers the wildlife of Skyrim posed in order for me to get used to my new arms and armor.

Apparently, Eorlund had even asked for some favors and my weapons were both enchanted with a life drain effect, allowing me to soak light injuries as long as I could hurt back my opponents.

I had been worried about not having the vigor drain that my father had me put on my axe. However, I realised that I really could fight easier and longer with my new set of armor, even without stamina drain. Sure I felt more vulnerable, but that actually made me more cautious.

All in all, I had to admit that I felt better with these new weapons and armor. Perhaps there was something to say about being able to let go of old ideas. Still, I didn't enjoy having my butt on display for all of Skyrim, but well, if that was the price to pay to be a better warrior...

When we finally got there. I wondered if we had the right place. Sure, it was discreet enough, while still being close to a road, but the entrance wasn't even guarded.

When I asked Njada about it, she didn't seem surprised about it.

"You know, bandits are most of the time left alone. They are a nuisance, sure, but with the war going on, the jarls just don't have the manpower to actually do something about any of them. So apart from when they really do something to piss someone off, like these ones did, then they can do whatever they want without really facing any consequences to their actions."

"That's crazy. And how many are there going to be inside, you reckon."

"Don't know. Bandits are rarely less than five or more than twenty. I'd say around ten probably."

"Ten? Can we really take ten people just the two of us?"

"hah, scared already? Well, don't let yourself be surrounded. And remember, most bandits are losers who couldn't do anything else with their lives. They'll have weapons, but that doesn't make them warriors. Now it's time to see what you're made of."

We got in, trying to move as silently as we could. However we hadn't made ten steps inside the cave when a mean looking dog jumped at me from nowhere. I blocked his bite with my shield and made short work of it, but it's dying whine resonated in the hide out. Time for stealth was over.

Two bandits jumped out of a side corridor with bow in hands. Shield high, I managed to get block their first shots, and then we were rushing forward.

Probably thinking that her lighter armor would make Njada an easier pray, the one I was rushing tried to get her before I got to him, but he was taken by surprise by the speed at which I reached him. By Leki, the girls were right, I was much swifter with these armors. With two slashes of my axe I dispatched my first bandit.

"I'll take this corridor so that they can't surround us. Now go, and remember, avoid open spaces and you'll be alright." said Njada before running where the two bandits had come from.

I was supposed to go alone? I felt fear gnaw at my guts, but I pushed forward never the less. Now it was do or die. I got to an opening and another bandit came forward, brandishing a claymore. Remembering Njada's advice, I didn't come to him. When he joined me in the corridor, his greatsword ended up being more af liability than a help and I killed him quickly.

Others came after him. I blocked, and blocked, and parried, and blocked and side-stepped to hack and another one fell. Then another one. My arms felt like lead, I was terrified, and at the same time I was filled with a strange sense of glee. I was doing it! I was fighting and winning, maybe I wasn't such a failure after all! Bashing a bandit with my shield, I crushed his head with my axe and breathed. I had done it, all was silent in the room in front of me. Panting, I stepped in.

That's when a last one jumped at me. I barely had the time to block and he was attacking again, and again. I tried to hit back but it was his turn to interpose his shield, a big monstruosity that looked dwemmer made. His weapon on the other hand, was small and light, a short sword, or even a big dagger and I couldn't find the time to attack me while he pummeled me.

He was pushing me back, I had tried to get back in the corridor but, not daring to stop watching him for a second I had missed it and was pushed back in the room where a girl was screaming some muffled call for help.

"Let go of your weapon and you'll live slut. Don't and I'll behead you and fuck your windpipe!" Snarled my opponent.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What could I do? One of my legs  and my right arm were bleeding and he kept coming while I felt that I wouldn't be able to hold him back for long.

"He's got better speed, use your reach!" I heard Njada scream above the clash of battle to my left.

I let go of my axe and shield and he smirked, thinking that I was surrendering. His eyes then went wide with shock as I grabbed my greataxe and pushed him back. Was that dishonorable? frankly I didn't care. Since he was at the right distance I hit him with all my might before he had the time to recover. My first hit made him stumble, the second had him let go of his shield with a yelp of pain, the third one silenced him forever.

I turned around to go help Njada but saw her finish her last opponent around that time. Breathing hard, I stayed there a while, my head spinning, using all my resolve just to stand upright. Behind me, I saw that the mufled cries for help were coming from a naked, hooded and chained girl that was standing there, probably another victim of the bandits. Well, she was their last.

After that, we took the time to loot the bodies and search the cave for money and other carriable riches. After all, to the victors went the spoils. We also rescued the poor girl. Considering her color of skin, probably a redguard like me or at least a half blood.

Once we had finished, we went back to Whiterun. This time staying on the road to avoid the wild life. It would be a pity to have rescued this poor girl and have her killed by a sabercat if we weren't careful enough.

In Whiterun, after letting the girl in the care of the priests of Kynareth, we went back to Vilkas who was waiting for us.

"Back already? I take it the bandits are no more?"

"Wormfood is what they are." Said Njada.

"And how did our newest sister do?"

"She fought proudly, and took on the bandit chief by herself while I was taking care of the riffraff. She went in, bravely, stood to the end, and I'd say that I'm pretty sure that she didn't even wet herself."

"What? Of course I didn't" I said indignantly.

Vilkas laughed at that.

"Ah, don't worry lass, even if you did, many do during their first battle. You did good, and I have to say that I am happy to have misjudged you. Will you let me call you sister."

"I will, as long as you stop sullying the name of my other brother. If you won't tell me about him, at least stop insulting him when I am here."

"Fair enough, i'll do my best. Now get out of all this metal, clean of the dust of the travels and the blood of your foes and get in your nicest dress. There is a new companion in Jorrvaskr today, and that is cause for celebration!"

After that, Njada and I went and bathed while Jorrvaskr buzzed with activity around us, getting the hall ready for a party. My party. I hadn't found my older brother, but had apparently earned a new family. Not that it would stop me from searching some more, but not now, not for a while. I had earned the right to rest and celebrate for a few days.

What? Was my story too long? Or do my tits make it hard to concentrate on what i'm saying? Anyway, you're the one who asked, the least you could do is pretend to listen. My brother? Yeah i finally heard about him, but I talked a long time and my throat is parched, now if you were to buy me some mead, then maybe we could talk some more, or maybe we could...

"Arana! A dragon's been sighted nearby!" Says Athis running to me.

I immediately stand up.

"What? Where?"

Hearing that, Njada leaves the man she was talking to at the counter and joins us.

"Next to riverwood." Answers Athis. "Also, we just received some info about a big orc and some shady people doing some kind of ritual up around Bleakfalls Barrow."

"Is that asshole at it again? When will he understand that those dragon souls are mine! At least no sign of that elven Dragonwhore... Well, sorry milord, but we'll have to postpone our drink, and our further... Discussion. Duty calls. Athis, Njada, with me, let's go kill us some dragon, and maybe an orc fake dragonborn while we're at it."

I stride out of the inn, Njada and Athis following on both side.

(This story takes place right after the end of the fight outside of the Valtheim Towers. I hesitated to copy paste it here but I guess that most people who read this one will have read the others so I'll just leave it at that. (coming back to it to correct the typos I can say that it is long enough as it is). If some of you come here first and want to read the first part, it is on the same blog as that one and named "Ethel's escort part 2: boobies trap at Valtheim towers. Concerning these events, they are not really canon in my universe, more like a what if. What happened in the original part 2 is what will have happened before or after in the other stories of this universe)

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"Shani, you did good. You're actually a much better mage than I gave you credit for." Then she frowned. "Err Shanilia, you allright girl?"

Looking at her, I felt dazed, and also a bit nauseous.

"I... am not feeling that well."

"Well, first battle eh? I'll buy you a few mugs of ale or mead when we get back to Whiterun. And you didn't puke!"

"Still can. And, err, I think I did the other thing you said."

She was about to retort when I wobbled on my feet and fell to the ground.

"Sweet Mara! Shanilia, are you all right?" asked Ethel, kneeling next to me.

"I... Yes, it is nothing, just, tired. Used too much magicka, too quick, and the scare probably didn't help."

"Can we do something" Asked Ethel.

"I don't think so. My magicka will come back, I have a pretty good magic recovery so that should be quick. I just need some calm, and... Maybe to freshen up a little."

"Bah, can't help it." Said Uthgerd. "You delicate flower go take a bath down there, fresh water should help you come back to your senses. Ethel, you go with her, wouldn't want our young prodigy here to drown because she fainted in the water. I'll go inside and see if I can find where they hid the potions." Said Uthgerd.

"You shouldn't go in there alone, there might be more!" I objected.

"With the noise we made? Nah, there's nobody. Or if there is they're either so deep in their cups than my coming won't change a thing, or so craven, to let their comrades being hacked to pieces and skewered by magic without lifting a finger, that I really don't fear them. Now stop bothering me and go get better, your little lady vapor now doesn't change a thing, you really did good, now relax a little, you've earned it."

I thought for a while, and finally said:

"No Uhtgerd, we're a team, I can't let you go alone."

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up and stood there, still unsteady, but upright.

"Pah, What good are you gonna be to me in that state?" She huffed.

"It's okay, it's getting better" I replied.

Turning to Ethel, I said:

"Ethel, you should..."

"Nope! No, no, no. I am not staying alone out there, I am coming with you."

Uthgerd threw her arms to sky:

"Right perfect, let's all go, why don't we invite your friends and their children too, we might make a picnic out of it since we're at it? Anyway Ethel, there shouldn't be any danger, but if there is, you stay the fuck back, understood?"

"I promise." She said, looking at her feet.

"Then let's go."

She strode to the tower's entrance and we had to follow or let her go on her own.

As Uthgerd had guessed, the towers, or at least the first one appeared to be empty. While the others ransacked the place, I managed to put my bra armor back on, feeling a bit less self conscious without my tits hanging out.

"Well, nothing there. Let's go check the other tower." I finally said, seeing Uthgerd angrily open the same drawer for the third time.

As we were crossing the old bridge. I stopped and looked around, pondering the fact that such a structure wasn't even occupied by the troops of the jarl, but actually left to decay and serve as lair of bandits.

"Is there a problem?" Asked Ethel?

"No, just taking in the view." I answered. "Frankly, I think that I wouldn't mind staying here a while. The view is pretty majestic you have to admit."

"Careful with what you're wishing for." said Uthgerd, you never know what kind of evil spirit or daedric influence could be around to decide to grant your wish in a distorted way. And what would you do here, become a bandit? Or more probably a bandit wife, hah!"

"Pfff... You're not as funny as you think you are, you know?" I said, resuming my crossing.

The second tower appeared as deserted as the first one when we entered it. Ethel and Uthgerd started searching for the potions while I concentrated to try to see if my magica was coming back. It was, but very slowly, much more than it should, I must really have been overdoing it.

Not finding anything of value, Uthgerd, probably getting annoyed, sweeped all the things that were on it on the floor. That's when we heard something like a gasp from upstairs, a place we hadn't visited yet. It was followed by the clinks of chains and a scared woman's voice:

"Master? Is that you?"

We froze, not doing anything but trying to sharpen our senses to the max.

"Master Ushrag? Master Rory? Please, Oriane has been a good girl, but she needs to pee. Masters, please..."

Without a word, Uthgerd took  her greatsword out, and then started to go quietly upstairs, that is as quietly as one could be wearing a full plate armor. I followed her, Ethel so close to me that when I stopped I almost fell down when her head bumped on my rear.

I yelped and heard Uthgerd mutter a curse.

"Masters, is that you? Who... Who's there?"

Uthgerd was now upstairs and I heard her calling.

"Fuck that's messed up. Shanilia, come take a look at that."

Not bothering with stealth anymore, I followed her and joined her in what was probably the bandit's boss room. There was a real bed, some books and purses of money and some big chest  on the side.

Also, there was a woman standing next to the bed. She was covered in chains and there where some obscenities witten down on her body, I couldn't see her face since there was a tight hood covering it. She turned her head left and right blindly, her hands bound at her back. Eventhough she was covered in chains, she wasn't technically speaking bound in place so I guess that she could have tried to go if she wanted. Of course, bound and blinded she would have been an easy prey to any predator, plus she probably didn't know yet that we had killed her captors.

"Who's there? Please don't hurt me. I'll do what you want, Oriane is a good girl!"

Seeing that both Ethel and Uthgerd seemed unsure of what to do I stepped forward. It was cruel to let the poor girl's torment continue.

"Hi. Don't worry, we're some friends, we won't hurt you."

"Oh... Hi. Are you master's new whores? He told me he'd get some more soon."

"Err... No, no we aren't. Now why don't you hold still while I remove your hood?"

I removed the hood covering her eyes and undid her leather shackles, I looked at her chains, but they were locked in place and I could see no easy way to remove or break them. Now free, she looked at the three of us, still appearing fearful. 

"So... If you're noot master's new whores, are you my new masters? Or are you here to... Rescue me?"

"Yes, that's it, we're here to rescue you." I answered.

"Well, no we aren't." Said Uthgerd. "We're here for the potions remember? But sure, we can't leave you here girl. We'll bring you back with us to Whiterun."

"And... Did you kill Mast... I mean Ushrag, the bandit chief?"

"Well, I guess so. We killed all the bandits in here so probably."

"But, master Ushrag has gone out with most of his men to... To sell me he said. Did you... Did you really kill him?"

What? Then did that mean that we hadn't killed em all, some others were on their way?

"Hey you up there!" We heard someone call from downstairs."You better show your face if you don't want us to kill you slow. But kill you we will, be sure of it!"

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

"Ethel you stay here. Shanilia, with me." Growled Uthgerd striding towards the stairs.

When we got there we saw that some bandits were downstairs, and not just one or two, they must have been close to ten. Seeing us, the orc that appeared to be leading them whistled.

"Oh, nice pretty bitches. Allow me to correct myself, we definitely won't kill you girls, that would be quite the waste of merchandise!"

"Now, why don't you stupid cunts lay down your weapons and stop trying to appear as something you're not. It's time you stop playing adventurer and learn your real place in this world."

"Is that right, you limp dick?" Retorted Uthgerd, "Why don't you come up and try to teach me? We shall see who got his place in the world wrong."

"Okay guys, let's go teach these sluts some respect." Said the bandit, pointing at us.

"Shani, to Ethel and the slave girl, now!" Bellowed Uthgerd.

Was she going to hold them at the stairs, by herself? But she was the most seasoned, so I did as she told me and ran to the girls who were standing there, like petrified. Not that I could blame them, things had really taken a turn for the worse.

I was halfway there when there was a flash and II heard some kind of loud bang behind me. Looking back, I saw that a weird man had appeared there, and judging by Uhtgerd reaction she had not seen him go past her. Teleportation? Invisibility? Whatever the case, that weirdo was definitely a mage, and probably better than me if i'd been at my most powerful. Right now, my magicka had almost not gone back up since the fight earlier.

"Get out of the way!" I shouted at the girls as I saw him point his hands at me. No sooner had they jumped to the side, he strated blasting me with a gale of freezing air.

"Lay down, slut, I don't wanna damage your skin too much!" He said.

By Mara, that hurt as Coldharbour, but he probably didn't know that when I got tested at the college, it appeared that the one thing that was higher than my latent ability was my elemental resistance, so I could take it, it probably wouldn't even leave a mark. As long as he kept it at that and didn't move to mind control I would be fine.

I was almost out of magicka, but not completely, and I had to do my part. I also doubted that he was as resistant as me to elemental damage since the elders at the college had appeared very impressed by my resilience. So I gathered what magicka I had left in the palm of my hands, ignited it and started throwing back some flames at him."

"Ah! Fuck stop that! I don't wanna hurt you!" He screamed.

Well too bad, as I did want to hurt him. Still, the cold was really burning me and I couldn't stop a yelp.

Hearing me in pain, Uthgerd let go of the stairs to run at the mage who looked around wildly to an escape route. There wasn't, but also there wasn't anyone left to guard the access to this floor.

Uthgerd did short work of the mage who screamed as she hacked into him, but he was now the least of our problems. The bandit chief was sudenly there, running at me while a mob of ruffians swarmed Uthgerd.

As for me, the bandit chief was on me and before I could gather what little magicka I had left, he bashed me with his shield, throwing me to the floor.

I could still hear  some steel clashing back there but I had some more urgent problem. Still dazed by the shield bash, I had no time to gather my wits before the orc threw me to ground again, grabbing me by the throat.

His grip completely blocked my breathing and I started to panic. I could still hear some fighting noise in the back but that didn't seem to scare him in the least. As I was feebly dtrugling for air, he casually ripped parts of my armor while talking to the girl I was trying to protect.

"So Orianne, you wanted to run away?"

"No master, I swear. These people came but I didn't want to go, I've been a good girl!"

"Well, no matter. Now put those fingers to work between your legs if you want me not to punish you."

"Yes master." said the slave girl as if what he had said was nothing out of the ordinary. And she started to masturbate like there wasn't a fight going on just a few meters from there.

"And you back there, that's some massive tits, something tells me you're Ethel. We were supposed to meet, but not like that. Guess I'll need to have a conversation with a dirty old fool..."

"Please! Please, you're killing her!" Said Ethel.

"Mmm? Oh right. Would be a pity to kill such a nice piece of elven ass."

Letting go of my throat, he turned me around to throw me face down, his knee on my back and holding my hand back in a painful armlock that prevented me from moving.

"Now little elf cunt, if you don't want me to break your arm, you'll tell your friend there to stop her nonsense and to sheathe her weapon."

In all the adventure novels I have read, the heroine would have defiantly endured, or found a clever way to get out of the situation. Guess we were not in one of my novels... Crying pitifully I said:

"Please Uthgerd! I am scared, Please surrender!"

There was a lull in the fighting noises, then it stopped. I felt so ashamed of myself for not being more courageous, but what was I to do?

"You really are a coward." I heard Uthgerd say and I felt my heart skipped a bit before she continued and I realized that she was speaking to the orc. "Why don't you fight me in place of frightening a little girl?"

"Heh, why should I when I have your pretty little girlfriend at my mercy? And anyway, If I wanna tire myself out, I can imagine many other more pleasing way to do it than to go banging on your head with my mace. Now shut your trap and undress if you don't want your little elven pussy there to get it."

"What will you do to us if I comply?" Asked Uthgerd.

She was still playing tough but I could hear it in her voice, and probably that the orc could too, it was over.

Apparently without any effort. The big orc bandit grabbed me by the neck and got up, lifting me off the ground.

"How long before she passes out do you think?" He asked. "How long before she's gone for good?"

Strangely enough, he wasn't actually completely stopping me from breezing. There, completely at his mercy, hold in the air by the strength of only one of his arms, powerless, beaten and naked in front of his men, i felt ashamed, so ashamed, and... Something else... Something dark and shameful and almost... Happy?

In front of me, I could hear the noise of metal clanging on the ground as Uthgerd started getting out of her armor.

"There... I am swordless and naked. so put her down you coward." Hissed Uthgerd.

Still in the air, i looked at her, now a captive too because of my weakness.

"Not yet, you mean bitch. I believe you still have some fight in you. Let's make sure we keep it under control."

I saw one of his men take a sort of yoke, but too small to fit a horse or an ox.

"Put your hands and neck in that, and when I'll be really sure that you'll behave, I'll put the little elven whore down."

"You asshole! I'll..."

He squeezed harder on my neck and i let out a whimper of pain.

"Fine, you skeever. Fine."

And as the heavy wooden contraption closed around Uthgerd's neck and hands, I could see the last ember of hope disappear from her eyes just before I passed out.

I don't think that I was out for long. When I came to, I was lying on the cold stone floor next to Ethel and the slave girl Oriane, Uthgerd standing up next to us, In front of us, the bandits were together and appeared to be discussing our fate.

"I get dibs on the cow. I wanna see her tits swinging when I plow her cunt."

"You can have her. I want the sweet little elf. I love to make dignified little ladie squeal like piggies with my tool."

"Your tool? Your toothpick you mean? She sure will squeal when you tickle her with it. I'll take her, I'll show her a real man!"

"You'll show her nothing, you didn't even help! Just stayed the fuck back with your bow looking stupid while that mean cunt was hacking at her with her big sword."

"Yeah! That blond bitch needs some tough love. i'll make her gag on my cock!"

"She'll bite it off, she will, better plug it down in her ass. I'm up for it, if someone wants the front door, i can share."

Oh Mara! Oh Dibella! They were talking about raping Uthgerd and Ethel, about raping me. Why had I left home? I was so scared. So scared... But was that all I felt? As these brutes looked at us like some delicacies on a platter, to grab and enjoy as they wanted, as their gaze roamed on our exposed bodies, drank on our vulnerability, was that only scare I felt? Was that fright, that blush on my face, that tingle in my tummy and breasts, that heat and moisture between my legs?

"You'll all shut up is what you'll do." bellowed the orc.

At that the others shut up apart from a few muttered recrimination.

Turning back to us he looked at Ethel:

"You, Boob Queen, your name is Ethel right?"

"I... Yes."

"Yes sir, that's how you'll adress me, understood?"

"Yes... Sir.."

"Good girl. Now, why are you here?"

"I... I was told that you stole some potions. The farm where I work is in dire need of them."

"Yeah, yeah... I know that. I was told to steal them to lure you here. But you were supposed to be here with a bunch of muppets who would run at the first sign of danger, letting us pluck you as we would, not come to us with a baby sorceress and a freaking rabid greatsword wielding bitch, so what happened?"

"I... I don't know what you mean sir. I met them in Rorikstead and I hired them. They seemed more competent than the villagers."

"Well, they sure were. I lost some good men because of that. That fucking old man messed up, he'll have to pay a lot more to get you, that's for sure."

At these words, Uthgerd who had been silent up to now appeared to suddenly wake up:

"What old man? Who's the whoreson who set us up, answer me maggot."

"Please answer me, sir. That's the way to address your betters you little bitch." Said the orc.

"Please answer me you fucking piece of shit! You wimpy cowardly crybaby, you old decayed orc tramp's boytoy shat down by a diseased skeever!"

The orc burst out laughing.

"Hah, I expected no less from a stupid cunt like you. I thank you in fact, you'll illustrate perfectly what happens to disobedient bitches like you."

He then turned to his men.

"OK, you guys can have the blond one, you can be harsh with her if you like, but careful, I am pretty sure that she bites."

"What about the cow and the elf?"

"Well, not for now, I wanna have a nice chat with them, but later, we'll see, depends on how pleased with them I am." He said, winking at us. "but I am sure that Oriane is eager to please to show us that she didn't mean to escape with these wannabe adventurers, right girl? You can have fun with her too. Her training is over anyways."

Even with the yoke on her, the bandits had some difficulties leading Uthgerd down as she bit and kicked, on the other hand Oriane went with a spring in her step, as if she was actually happy of the occasion and couldn't wait to service the bandits. As for Ethel and I, we went down quietly, our eyes downcast, the big orc named Ushrag behind us, keeping an eye on us.

"All right, time to unwind said one of the bandits, throwing his clothes, weapons and armor away. all the others started doing the same. Since we had been undressed before, now every body was naked.

I knew that I should have averted my eyes but, considering my situation, it was a bit futile to play the prude. so I looked. As I had seen when peeping on my mother at work, men's dragons really came in all shapes and sizes.

Some men had gathered around Uthgerd and she was glaring at them, but I really doubted that that would save her.

On the other side, Oriane was smiling and swaying her hips while one of the men was taking some keys from a drawer, probably to get her out of her chains since I guess that it wouldn't be very pleasant for her suitors to rub against all that metal.

And as we watched, we were being watched too. Ushrag was behind us, probably naked too. Was he... Going to take us now? After all, he had told his men that he wanted us for himself... I was feeling ashamed, powerless, small and weak. And if I stopped lying to me, I was also feeling some sort of anticipation... What was going to happen to us?

The men finally got Uhtgerd and Oriane out of their restraints and started fondling them. Ethel yelped and, half a second later I felt a slap on my butt and I yelped also.

"Listen to me baby sluts. I am going to join my men to have fun with those whores. Now, I want you to listen to me good. You two will stay here and watch, you're not allowed to do anything else. If you try to take advantage of our fun to try to run or attack us, i'm gonna punish you, hard. Got it?"

Seeing that we weren' answering, he grabbed my chin to force me to look in his eyes. as he did that, I felt something soft and humid brush my tigh. Was that his dragon? I suddenly felt weak in the legs.

"Got it elf pussy?"

"Y... Yes sir." I said meekly.

"Good, you didn't forget the sir. Got it Cow Tits?"

"Yes sir." Answered Ethel with no more defiance than me.

"Good sluts. We'll make premium hookers out of you."

Oh Dibella, was that to be our fate?

He then left us there to join his men. When he went, I could see that not only was he much bigger than anyone I had seen before, but his dragon was a bit like that of a horse, albeit smaller. Were all orcs like him or was he some kind of monster? At the idea of his huge and animalistic member skewering my poor virgin flower, I felt disgust, fear, and an obscure need that flushed my cheeks even more and sent butterflies in my lower belly.

Petting and fondling time appeared to be over. A khajitt bandit who had been rather quiet up to now suddenly pounced on Uthgerd and rammed his strange dragon in her flower, making her scream. Around them, the men had gotten closer and were manhandling their members and pawing at her.

Oriane on her side had taken things in hand for a while, litterally, and now she was kissing and licking at the virility of three men around her.

The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, musc, and sex. It was wild, scary and intoxicating, the men around each girl changing place regularly, going from being sucked, to flower and back door stuffing, Uthgerd and Oriane having to accomodate them as they switched place.

Uthgerd had now a dragon in her mouth, and two between her legs, front and back, while Oriane was on her knees, pleasing three men with her mouth and hands. I Don't believe that my mother, whose work it was to please men, had ever done anything that extreme. Or at least I never saw her do it.

Hearing a wet noise to my left, I realized that Ethel had a hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently, teasing at a forbidden treshold. But really, could I blame her, considering that despite my will I couldn't stop myself from doing the exact same thing?

There was like a lull in all the panting, and then most men changed partners. It was like a dance really.

Ethel and I went down to the floor at almost the same time. Could we still just call that rubbing? 

The men were grunting and panting, the women moaning when they could catch their breath.

And despite her earlier bravado, Uthgerd was now moaning as much as Oriane and letting the men use her as they willed.

As for Ethel and I, the shy teasing by which we had started had evolved into proper masturbation as we were both with our legs opened and our hands between them, our fingers dancing on the delicate petals of our drenched flowers.

Our faces flushed with shame and pleasure intertwined, our breathing hot and ragged...

The men's grunts reached a crescendo, and then subsided, changing into heavy pants, and then some laughs as they started separating themselves from the girls they had just ravaged. Shame faced, Ethel and I stopped what we were doing, hoping against all logic that we hadn't been seen. Quicly enough, chains and yoke were back on place.

"OK, Rorge, Damar. You guys take Oriane to her buyer.  He's in Riften, you know where, right? And take the mean bitch with you too, sell her untrained, I don't feel like bothering to break her spirit."

Both girls tried to protest but they were quickly gagged and taken away. And just like that, Uthgerd who had been my friend for some long moons was taken from me never to be seen again. Still today i sometimes wonder where she is, how she's doing...

But with the two girls gone, Ethel and I now felt even more exposed.

"Hey, sluts, come here." ordered Ushrag as soon as Uthgerd and Oriane were gone.

Ethel and I looked at each other, worried about what was to come.

"You stupid cunts don't want me to have to repeat myself. "He growled.

"Ah! Yes sir." I said, getting up and helping Ethel to her feet before going to him.

As soon as we were there he made us kneel in front of him and his remaining men gathered around us.

While he stared down at us, his men passed a vial around, taking each a sip in turn. I knew that smell, stallion potion. Men used it to revive their ardor when they were spent. Oh Dibella, guard us please.

"Right, you cunts" said Ushrag. "You have questions, no? I'll answer some. Make the most of it, that's the first and last time you'll get that chance."

"What... What's gonna happen to us?" Finally asked Ethel.

"We'll train you. Then we'll sell you."

"But... You can't do that, we aren't criminals!"

"Sure we can. Understand that you, stupid cow. You and your friends stopped beeing human or mer, or whatever you thought you were when you stepped foot in my tower without my permission. Now you're lower than criminals, you're slaves, cattle, pets, merchandises that I can dispose off as I want."

"But sir..." I said. "Aren't you the one who caused us to come here in the first place by stealing the potions that were needed for the farm?"

"I sure did. To capture a big titted girl and sell her to someone who told me that by stealing this useless stuff i'd easily capture her and could sell her and the potions back to him. In place of that, I lost seven men to capture her. Tough fucking luck. On the other hand, I got 3 girls for the price of one, even if one of them was too much of a bother to train so by selling her untrained I doubt that i'll get more than 300 septims out of her. You two on the other hand...

"But that's unfair!" said Ethel "You lured us here and now you say that since we came we'll be slaves?"

"Well, yeah, life's unfair cunt. If you had been a decent and intelligent girl you'd have stayed at home. But you wanted to play adventurer, well, now you'll be a whore, that's the way life is. And anyway, something tells me that you always were destined to end up bouncing on cocks. Had it not been me, well then, you'd have found another way to whoredom."

"Sir if I may?" I asked. "Who's the man behind our capture."

"Ah, that, well, maybe you'll meet him, and maybe not. See, he paid me, but considering my losses, my prices have gone up. And well, I feel that you two fit well together, you know? Huge titted bimbo and delicate elven slut? So i'll probably sell you as a lot. So if he can pay my new price, then you'll meet him. If not, well, back on the market. i'm sure that once trained I could probably get at least 8 000 for you two."

"But..."

"No buts... I tire of this, time for questions ends now. Time to start your new life. Now, tell me girls. Are you virgins?"

"I... Yes..." I said blushing.

"Yes... Me too..." Said Ethel

"Hah! Knew it. I could smell it. ok, some would sell you as virgins, that makes the price go up. Well... Know that I won't. Your time as virgins will end very soon. I don't want to bother training you while taking precautions, not my style. Now there are two ways this can go. If you anger me, or show me any disrespect, me and my men will rape you here and now, without a care for you. Or be good girls, and I'll make sure it is as pleasant for you girls as it will be for me. Cause make no mistake, I've seen you with your fingers in your snatch while my men and I were raping your friend. You may be virgins, but you sure are some budding sluts. Now tell me, will you be good little molls or will I have to show you how mean life as a slave can be?"

"I... I'll be a good... Slut... Sir." I said, feeling vile and ashamed at the same time.

"I... Me too. Sir." Said Ethel next to me.

"Good. Then there's one last thing to do." He handed us an ornamented metal collar each. "You'll each be collaring the other slut, to mark you as mine."

"What... What do they do sir?" I asked having felt some kind of enchantment on it when I took it.

He smiled. "They make magic harder to do. Useful with magical cunts like you. They also make you hornier, and more docile. Now sluts. If you don't want to make me angry, you'll do as I say."

I looked at Ethel, and put on a brave face when she closed the collar around my neck. It snapped shut and I felt my magicka become more distant, not gone, but like something seen through a window white it had been at hand before. I then leaned towards Ethel, and did the same to her.

"I am sorry." I whispered.

"Oh shanilia, it's not your fault." She answered.

Now collared, we turned back to Ushrag.

"Now remove those hands from your boobs and spread those legs sluts, show us the goods."

We were already naked and collared, there was no turning back now. Feeling like a shameless hussy I spread my tighs while Ethel did the same.

The men around us started pumping on their virilities and pretty soon they were all standing at the ready.

"Nice shaved little pussies." Sair Ushrag. "You sluts came prepared, prepared to whore yourselves out. Were you hoping for that to happen?"

"What? No we didn't!" said Ethel.

"Yes you did, deep down you've always wanted that to happen."

I mean, I know that we both had fantasized about it, but to actually wish for it... Or had Ethel really wished for that? Had I?

As I was lost in my thoughts, two men stepped forward one in front of each of us.

The one in front of Ethel was not that big, but still, she turned her head away. Was it shame, fear? Whatever it was her eyes betrayed her for they stayed glued to the man's average but uprear dragon.

As for me, the man's dragon in front of me was much longer, even if he was far from being like the orc's monster and I felt myself grow weak, my little flower clenching by itself, but was it fright or anticipation?

"OK you dumb tramps. It's time to start learning your skills. Here are you first clients. Look at their mighty weapons. It is now your duty to lavish them with your attentions. I don't care that you're virgins, you can guess what to do kiss, lick, suck until you finally get their seed as a reward. Now make me proud and you won't got to sleep chained to a tree tonight to be raped by wolves, bears or whatever creature goes by and wants to mate."

Well, it wasn't like I had a choice was it? Still crouching, I watched it for a while, then I put my hand on his dragon. It was hot, and hard, it really felt like a living beast.

"Come on slut, back and forth movements, do it." said the bandit.

I had seen my mother do it, so I wasn't completely lost. I tentatively closed my fingers around him before I started moving. He grunted and looking up to him, I saw that he seemed pleased. With a little smile, I kept going.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that Ethel, who had been taken to a seat, already had the man's virility in her mouth. She was so daring! Or maybe she didn't have the choice, I thought, when I saw the man's hand on her head. Why was I so hot?

"See that?" said the one with me. "You won't let that cow beat you, now will you? Come on, start sucking."

Closing my eyes, I bent forward, kissed the tip, and then I took it in. the taste was strong, musky, tangy and salty. It should have disgusted me. it didn't. It actually felt exotic, like a delicacy and I didn't have to force myself to start licking as I cupped his hanging fruits to pet them.

If I was taking things slowly, Ethel clearly wasn't. Not that she had a choice. the bandit she was with had taken her by the hair and was humping her face like a wild animal rutting.

"Yeah! that's it bitch. Take that!" He grunted. "Now that's the way to treat a lady, ain't it?"

"Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!" was all that Ethel could answer. Strangely enough, from what I could see, she didn't seem distressed or to be struggling, taking it like she had done that all her life.

"So slut, how do you like the taste of your friend's pussy on my dick??" Asked the bandit I was sucking.

Oh Dibella, that was true, that same dragon had been in Uthgerd's flower, I was tasting her and Oriane as well as him. By the eight that was so perverted! Without thinking, my free hand crept between my legs. My fingers found my flower's little pistil and I started rubbing it. At the same time, I swallowed his dragon to the base, feeling it nudge itself confortably at the back of my throat, blocking my breathing. It should have been scary, it wasn't, more like comforting in fact.

"What? You... Oh fuck!" exclaimed the bandit.

And I sudenly felt some hot paste fill my throat, my mouth, and dribble on my chin and breasts with my saliva.

"That's it cowgirl. Drink it down, don't let it go to waste" was saying the other bandit, his hand on Ethel's head to keep her in place.

Not that she seemed to need it.

Our two first clients satisfied, they let us go and looked at us.

"So?" asked Ushrag.

"Hehe, you're right boss." Said one of them, jewels in the rough. But not much rough mind you. Those two are natural born sex dolls."

"Good. Come forward you sluts, know that I am proud of you, and to prove it, I'll give you your first badge of honor."

He took some ink and a brush out of a cupboard.

"Show me your hands, my kittens."

We did and he wrote on the top of each of our right hands.

Mine said owned. Ethel's said property.

"Now, that'll remind you your new status. Now, your job's far from over, get to it wenches."

Two bandits came forward, the first one said to Ethel:

"Any stupid cunt can learn to suck, but breasts like these are one in a million, so I'll use these."

He made her crouch and lodged his dragon between her massive boobs.

"Up and down cow tits, until I cream between them."

The second looked at me and said:

"I was craving some elf pussy, but the boss doesn't want us to use your precious snatch, so I'll fuck your mouth as one."

He then pushed me against the wall, sat me down and in one go pushed his member to the back of my throat making my eyes water.

"Now that's the way to use an elf whore." he said, and he started humping my face.

"Oh by Shor! Those breasts are heavenly!" Said the bandits who Ethel was rubbing against. "Who cares if you're dumb if you've got udders like these! Ain't that right Titties?

"Ah... Yes sir..." She answered.

Holding my hands, the one bullying me was slamming his dragon in and out of my mouth. Since he wasn't that big I wasn't completely deprived of air but he was using me like an object.

"That's the proper use for your mouth, you stupid elf slut, understood? It's not meant to talk, it's meant to be used as a hole to fuck, you get that?

"Mmmpf! Hhhng! Mmmpf!"

"I said do you fucking get that you dumb cunt?"

"Hmmpf! Hhhyempf! Mmmpf! Sfffir!"

He was using me as one would an object, all the while insulting me. That was horrible. And yet, I could feel that if I could just get one hand between my legs, I'd finally get the sweet release to all that pent up desire that had been building up in me since our capture.

After the bandits had painted the inside of my mouth and Ethel's breasts with their seed, Ushrag adorned us with another tatoo, asking our "lovers" for what they thought would describe us properly. Ethel got "Titty fucking queen" written around one of her breast while I got "Choke me with your cock" around mine.

Next, it was the bosmer's turn. As my mother had once told me, they weren't called wood elf for nothing and like most men of his race, he was huge.

"Well I am last." He said, pointing his huge member towards us. "So who's the hungriest between you two sluts?"

Without even thinking, I sat in front of him, my eyes on his majestuous dragon. What? Why? When had i decided to do that? It was like my body had moved on its own.

"Shani! You're such a Tart!" Said Ethel.

Was that shock or envy I heard in her voice?

"She sure is." said the bosmer. "Now, why don't you help her take me all in?"

"Yes sir." She said, kneeling behind me and grabbing my arms as I opened my mouth to welcome my third dragon of the day.

As I sucked him, I kept wondering. Why do I submit to them like it? They captured me, I am forced to do that, then why do I fill so happy, so fulfilled obeying their commands? Is that the collar's doing? Or am I really the moll they say I am?

As if she could hear my thoughts, Ethel grabbed me by the hair, pushing me forward on the member that was stretching my jaw.

"Look at you, Shani. Look at us. We really are slaves now, so please your master, take him all in."

Oh by Dibella, had she snapped? But that was so hot! Being treated like that not only by the bandits, but by Ethel too, feeling her breasts against my back as she was pushing me on the dragon that was choking me!

"Fuck! These sluts are insane!" Said the bosmer, his seed filling my throat and my mouth, It should have disusted me, it was hot filling and deliciuous.

Maintained against him by Ethel's hand on the back of my head, I felt myself tremble, feeling a little release course through me eventhough I hadn't even touched myself while the men around cheered.

When Ethel let go of me, I fell back on my ass, the bosmer's wood ploping out of my mouth, some more seed splashing my face and tits.

The only one there whose dragon was still awake was Ushrag who came to us, brush in hands. He wrote "Obedient" on Ethel's arm, and "Submissive" on mine before patting us on the head.

"You pets did good." He said. "You've earned your reward".

Eyes glazed, I stared at his magnificent horselike member. Soon, he would take Ethel and I, and make women out of us, finally opening our flowers to the joy of a dragon nesting deep inside them.

"Rory, take them up to the room and shackle them so that they don't get stupid ideas."

Oh? up there? in the room? Yes, that was going to be more confortable.

"You sluts rest, you've earned it" He said.

Wait, what?

"Sir..." Said Ethel. "Aren't you... Going to..."

"To what, speak up."

"To... To..."

"To what? To fuck you? Is that what you want?"

"No! Of course not we don't!" I blurted.

But he would, right? Now that the subject had been brought up. And he had been hard for at least an hour, he would want release too.

"Well, when you'll want to you'll say it, right? Now up you go."

And so we were brought up to the boss's room. with a bandit guarding us. We had a bucket to pee in and we were made to drink some water. We sat on the floor, ended up sleeping a little, got back up, sat and slept again. Later we were brought some water again, and some food that we had to lap at in our bowls like dogs.

Night finally fell and we were still there, the bandit guarding us having changed two times but whoever he was, never talking to us.

It's finally Ethel who broke the silence:

"Shanilia... Do you think that... We'll escape? Or that someone is going to come and save us?"

I considered lying to her for a while, then decided not to.

"I... No. No I don't think so."

"Then... What's going to happen to us?"

"You know what's going to happen to us. We'll be trained as prostitutes, then sold as such."

"Mara. That's horrible."

"It... It is... You didn't seem to mind so much earlier though."

"Well, I... I wasn't the only one. You acted like a total slut! You practically jumped on that bosmer's dick!"

I felt my cheeks redden.

"I... That wasn't me... That's the collar's doing."

"Oh..." She said. "You're right. it's the same for me."

"Yeah sorry for what I said, it's not our fault, it's the collar." I concluded without looking her in the eyes.

Was it though?

"Oh! You sluts aren't sleeping? I thought you'd be tired." Said Ushrag, coming in the room and starting to undress.

Feeling my body heating, I watched him. Was he going to... But apparently not. he laid down on the bed in the nude.

"Sir, I..." I started.

"Nope slut toy. No Sir, Master."

"But you said..."

"You weren't collared then. Aren't you now, you dumb elf hooker?"

"I... Yes I am... Master."

"See, even a stupid bimbo like you can understand things if one takes the time to explain. Now, what did you want?"

"What... What should we do?"

"Sleep. And yes, that means on the floor. I don't trust you enough to let you sleep with me in the bed. Or without your handcuffs. Yet. Also, you need to shut the fuck up. I spent a good part of the day burying the men that you and your friend killed so I am not really in a "let's talk to the dumb bitches" mood. So shut the fuck up."

He turned his back to us, and pretty quickly he was snoring.

The day after was actually more of the same.

Ushrag got up and left to do "men's stuff", he said and apparently forgot about us until mid morning when he ordered us downstairs, removed our shackles and we had to please more dragons with our mouths and hands.

I would have liked to say that it was torture, and in a way it was, but not for the obvious reason.

How shameful Ethel and I were forced to act, how degrading it was should have bothered us, it didn't.

We actually embraced it and rejoiced in it, taking great pleasure at being humiliated, mocked and ordered around.

There was undeniable gratification in being what these men wanted us to be, pliable and eager wenches, there to please them

No, what was gnawing at us was our own desire, our own need that was making itself more compelling every hour.

We even were made to give them a show. I played with Ethel's flower for their delights and I know that she reached her peak more than once. But I could tell that for her also that was not enough. As for me, I knew that I was ready, that my flower no longer feared dragons, she craved them. And looking at that, probably aware of it, there was Ushrag. The only one who didn't even touch us. I knew that I had but one word to say and that he would ravish me. I also knew that it was the last straw, the last scrap of pride and freedom I had left. That once I admitted that I actually wanted him to take me, I'd never be anything else than a slave to him and to my desires.

The rest of the day went by. We were collared and shackled but could go where we pleased in the towers. The bandits would ignore us, apart for the occasional derogatory comment or slap on the ass.

There was a time, up on top of one of the two towers and looking down where I realised that it hadn't been three days since we had been captured. Less than two full days since uthgerd had been taken Magnus knew where.

Maybe she'd manage to escape. Maybe she'd come back to rescue us.

But as I looked at the lay of the land, feeling small and powerless, I couldn't help but wonder: Did I really wish to be rescued?

Later that day, once the night had fallen and we had spent another hour or two pleasing the dragons of all the men but their boss, leaving us all sticky frrom their semen, their salty taste lingering in my mouth as a shameful aftertaste, we were back in the room with Ushrag.

"You sluts are the best I've known in a long career. I can tell you now that it'd been a waste to have you live a normal life. Never before had I seen any strumpet as easily subdued as you two. I am very happy. I feel that your training is going very smoothly, you could almost be sold now."

"So... We'd be sold as virgins actually?" I asked.

"Well, maybe. Is that a problem?"

"Y... No... I was just asking."

"What were you asking, you little elven whore? Where you asking fo me to fuck you? To plow your virgin cunt and empty my balls in it? Is that what you were asking for?"

"I... No Master."

Yes, by the eight yes! was what I was screaming internally.

"What about you Tits for Brain? Want me to make you moo with my big cock?"

"I... I..."

"Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I... Don't know master."

"Well, if you don't know then I'll go to sleep. Tell me when you do know. Good night Sluts."

"But..."

"No time for but, time to shut up and sleep."

The look of disappointment on Ethel's face was impossible to miss and I am sure that Ushrag saw it as plainly as I did, but he still turned his back on us and soon began to snore.

I didn't sleep much, and when I did, my dreams were plagued with dragons, and flowers, and how they could meet, and how it would feel...

We got up at the same time as Ushrag who stood before us.

"Morning my little whores, how are we doing this morning?" he asked.

I was about to answer with a regular morning thing when Ethel just blurted: "Master... Master please fuck me."

Ushrag looked at her a moment before bursting out laughing.

"Hah, you really are the weakest willed slut I have ever seen. Usually, even those who were prostitutes before I abducted them manage to hold on at least a week. But well, that's good, very good."

Oh for the love of Dibella. That stupid bitch was surrendering, now? I was supposed to hold on on my own?

Ushrag unlocked both our shackles, then he handed me some brush and ink.

"OK Ethel, you've got to understand what it means. You'll swear yourself to me, completely, yes?  "

"Yes Master, I am yours, I don't care, oh please fuck me!"

"OK, then Shanilia, how about you write something on her face? By the way that's an order."

Still angry at Ethel for having given in when I tried to still hold strong, I considered what to write. Well, what was she about to become? I had heard some men say that to women who slept with many men and that seemed insulting enough to my tastes. Taking the brush, I wrote "Cum dump" just below her mouth.

"That's perfect!" Said Ushrag. "Maybe that'll be your new name, sure fits you better than Ethel. Now Cum Dump, why don't you climb on the bed so that I can free you of that pesky virginity that seems to be bothering you so much?"

"Master! Please! please!" She panted her legs shamefully opened without a shred of decency.

"Well, looks like you're wetter than the sea, no need for foreplay then."

Grabbing her by the legs, he plunged slowly his monstrous dragon in her flower while Ethel clenched her teeth.

Seeing the size of him and knowing that she was a virgin just moments ago, that must have hurt like Coldharbour, but as he removed himself almost completely from her flower before going back in, her face already seemed more relaxed, by the fifth back and forth she was moaning:

"Oh Gods yes! Master! Master yes! Ah take me! yes!"

Wasn't being deflowered supposed to hurt? And he was so big then why?

"Master! I'm so happy! Master! Yes! Ahn... Yes!"

My fingers had gotten to my flower, and I couldn't get them out...

He had said that he wouldn' ravage us, that he'd treat her well, and yet he was going at Ethel's poor flower quicker and quicker. But on the other hand, she seemed to like it well enough...

"Master! Ahn! Yes! Master! Master! I am yours! Ahn! Yours! Ahn master!

By the Eight. She seemed so happy! I couldn't stop fingering my flower, imagining that I was Ethel, That I had submitted, that it was my flower that was being plowed like that.

Master Ushrag wasn't slowing down. Actually, he was apparently going even stronger, even deeper. Considering the size of his dragon, that should have hurt, but it didn't seem to, quite the opposite.

Ethel's moans had lost any coherence as she was now only uttering vowels that didn't appear to even try to be words.

I was on my knees. I had reached a peak, but it wasn't enough, it was shallow, I wanted something more, I wanted to be dominated, to be filled...

Master finally sheathed himself in Ethel and stayed there, grunting while she shook under him, mouth opened but no real sound getting out apart from some soft shuddering breathing. Then he got back up while she lay there, her flower leaking from all the seed he had deposited in her.

"Fuck that was good, that's really an A grade pussy, you'll make a lot of men happy with it Ethel. Oh sorry, Cum dump."

"Ah..." She breathed. "Thank you master, I am so happy."

He got up and grabbed a vial on the bed table next to him, taking a sip of it. As soon as he did, his softening dragon reared back up. He took the time to scribble something on Ethel's butt, then took her by the hand to lead her to where I was slumped on the floor and said:

"Well then slut, what now?"

I knew that I should have gotten up, said that everything was alright and asked him to tell us what was next, but I couldn't. At this point I couldn't even stop my fingers between my legs.

"I... I..."

"Speak up slut. I said what next?"

"Ah... I... Master... Master, I..."

He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look in his eyes:

"Now, cunt. Do you have something to say? If you do, then say it."

And then I blurted:

"I... Your dragon, please, Let it nest in my flower..."

"Huh? My what doing what in your what? Do you think that you're in the freaking High King's bedchamber? Speak clearly you snobbish little elf tramp!"

Unable to control myself anymore I shouted:

"Please! Please! Plow my virgin pussy with your huge dick!"

At these words, Ushrag laughed and lifted me up like I weighted nothing to put me on the bed. He then handed Ethel the ink and the brush.

"Good, little slut, good, you two are really becoming my favourite little bitches. I never thought that you two would crumble so quickly, you both are natural born sex slaves. Anyway Cum Dump, your friend here gave you a new name, quite a crude one I'd say, why don't you return the favor?"

Ethel looked at me with a smile.

"So, You mocked me because I gave in first, but then you do the same, what, a few minutes after me? You really are a dumb slut! Oh, well, why not then."

And with a flourish, she wrote someting under my mouth. I should have been horrified, but I frankly didn't care any more. All my thoughts were centered on the magnificent pillar of flesh that was about to make a woman out of me.

"Go on all four, little elven mare. Time to riide and breed." he said, kneeling behind me.

I obeyed without thinking, feeling my flower litterally oozing with anticipation. His wonderful dragon resting between my ass cheeks for now.

He grabbed one of my arm, pulled it back and I felt him positionning himself.

"That's right, holy slut. Submit to your pleasure." I thought I heard, like from a faraway place. Huh? That wasn't Ethel or Ushrag... Then Ushrag himself talked, making me forget about that with some more pressing matters.

"Ready to become the whore you were always meant to be, little elf slut?"

"Yes masterrahiiiiii!" I screamed as he started to push himself in me.

Despite how wet I must have been, the pain was searing,  plus a feeling like all my insides had to move around to accomodate for the huge member that was slowly entering me. But stronger than it was the feeling of completude. I had not only been filled but fulfilled, as if being bred is what I had always meant to be.

"Fuck that's tight." He grunted.

He slowly went back out and I felt that he was scrapping me away, the sensation still painfull but already duller, then he pushed back in. By the gods that was intense, that was painful, but that was also so... Satisfying. Being hold by him, skewered by his huge dragon, there, dominated by him, at his mercy, collared and covered in degrading tatoos... I felt a wave of heat radiate from my flower into my whole bosy, followed by pleasure, and I heard myself moaning.

He grabbed my second arm ad he suddenly pulled me to hilt himself deep in me. It was like being struck by lightening as I suddenly felt the biggest orgasm I had ever felt, nothing like what masturbating had ever been like, course through me, leaving me breathless and stupefied. He then started to hilt himself in me repeatedly and violently and my pleasure skyrocketed again despite my recent release.

"Shani! Yes! I am so happy for you! Yes! Yes!" Was saying Ethel who had fallen to the floor next to the bed and was mastubating furiously.

But someone else was screaming in a high pitched voice some incoherent and blissed out half sentences of joy and eternal allegiance:

"Master! Yes! I am youahiiii! Youuurs! Oh yes! So good! So good! so goohiii!"

I took me a while to realise that it was me.

He grabbed me by the elbows, hammering even deeper. I could now feel his pelvis rub against my flower every time he trusted in me. It was heavenly.

I wasn't uttering words now, just mewling like a female cat in heat while he rutted me like a wild beast.

He finally hilted himself one last time deep in me, gunting "Oh fuck yeah!" And I felt my insides being soaked in burning seed. The whole world seemed to be going white and I think that I kind of passed out for a brief moment, hearing some faraway sardonic laugh, feeling that something that had been watching me was rejoicing at my degradation, then it ended and I was sprawled on the bed, my flower leaking seed while I still felt bloated inside...

"Damn sluts, even with potions, you little sex witches really tired me out, I think that I need to go back to sleep." Said Master Ushrag with a sigh.

"Master, can I... Stay with you? I'll be a good slut, please." I said, feeling soft and pliable, docile and fulfilled, wanting to be against the one who had finally conquered me.

"Sure thing Dumb Slut. Cum Dump, wanna come too?"

"Of course Master!" said Ethel.

"Well first things first." 

Taking the ink and brush, he scribbled on my ass, then on both our foreheads.

"Well, now let's sleep!" he said.

I got back in bed and we both snuggled against him, one on each side, and before we knew it, the three of us were asleep.

Was it weird that it was probably the most peaceful sleep I ever had? There, as a slave, nudged against my master?

I don't know exactly how long we slept, but the day was getting darker when Ethel and I woke up. Master Ushrag was still asleep.

Looking ill at ease, Ethel whispered:

"I am sorry Shanilia, because of me, you... You ended up like that."

"It's not your fault Ethel. We did some mistakes, we never should have entered that tower. Something in me told me there that it was a bad idea, I should have followed my instinct. Now... Now we are slaves. We got to make the best of it since we don't have a choice."

"So... That's it? There is no turning back?" she asked.

"I... I guess not. Do you... Do you really wish there was?"

"Well... I guess, I... I don't know. Do you?"

"I..." I hesitated, as if giving voice to my feelings would make them more solid. "No, I don't. I am ashamed to admit it, but I think I am happy to have been captured... And made into what I am becoming..."

"Oh, I... I think that actually... I do too..."

"Fuck! Can't you sluts shut the fuck up? I can't sleep with you yapping all night long." Growled Ushrag.

Well, it was actually day, but that obviously wasn't the answer he wanted.

"Master, I am so very sorry!" We both said together.

"Well then, why don't you show me how sorry you both are?"

So we showed him.

Soon, the bed felt a bit cramped with the three of us moving in it and we had to relocate our show of contrition.

Master was generous and he accepted our apology with grace.

It didn't take long before Master had to drink some more potions to take care of his new two needy slavewhores.

We ended up coupling late into the night, filling it with our moans and squeals of pleasure, Master having to drink more and more of his potion as we always needed more.

And if we both belonged to master, that night proved once and for all who between Ethel and I would be the lead bitch, and it sure wasn't me.

There, on the floor, my sweet flower filled by master's great dragon and his spew, lapping and drinking his delicious seed along with Ethel's nectar from her fevered hole as she crushed my face to the floor by sitting and grinding on it, I learned the joys of submission as I came again and again.

By the end of the night and of our wild coupling, exhausted, sated, sweaty and sticky with seed, our flowers overflowing and leaking Master's semen, we finally stopped, panting.

"Pah! I am spent. You little sluts must have some daedra in your ancestry to be able to wring out so much spunk from one single man. But it appears that you finally have your fill. Now come, let's sleep, tomorrow your training starts for real." Said Ushrag.

Without a word, we both climbed into bed with him after a quick washing up. Ushrag was snoring already. Slowly so as not to wake him up, we snuggle against him and fell asleep, happy, without any doubt left in our my mind. Ethel and I definitely were where we were meant to be.

The next day, Ushrag brought us to his men and showed them that he had already tamed us.

I frankly doubt that any of the bandits had any doubt about it, we hadn't exactly been discreet the day and the night before, but I guess that it was part officialisation, and part to keep showing us our place.

There, taken by him in front of his men, unable to repress my moans of pleasure, I felt even more humiliated than I had before when servicing them or when I had finally given in to my desires yesterday. But obviously, this shame I felt only served to make my pleasure greater.

And after that, naked and soiled with his semen in front of them, he told them that they now had free rein to do with us as they pleased. No longer were they forbidden from coupling with us. And coupling with us they definitely did.

They no longer bothered with putting some handcuffs on us, and we could more or less go and come as we wished even at night in the two towers. But whenever any of the bandit wanted it, we had to offer ourselves to him, or them.

To be able to please more men than one, we had to learn to make use of our backdoors also.

We'd be covered in seed day in and day out. Even if we kept going to the river to wash ourselves up, as soon as we got out, a bandit would want us and we'd be soiled again. Also, our masters didn't only decorate our skin, be it sperm or ink, they also made us change haircut to be able to better enjoy our features they said. I had to shorten mine to please them while Ethel dyed hers blond and had to braid it.

Days passed, became a week, then two. The bandits who had taken Uthgerd and Oriane away came back and joined in our training.

Weeks passed, and always we were servicing our masters.

It was one evening, while we were watching the sunset on Whiterun, like some kind of distant dream from another life that I realised that, however hard I tried, I couldn't recall the mental images one had to visualise to cast most of the spells I'd learned. It was like my time as Shanilia the sorceress, the adventurer, was slowly being erased, leaving only Shanilia the bandit's toy. The day after, Master Ushrag told us that he had a buyer for us...

We actually left when the night was falling. I later understood that it probably was so that we'd travel next to Whiterun in the deep of night since Master Urgash didn't really trust in the method of these other groups of bandits who paraded naked women in full day light by advertising them as bandits being punished.

Still, he only gave us shoes to wear. Apart from that, we were handcuffed and had some heavy hood on the head. It wasn't completely opaque so we could more or less see the ground, but not much more.

"Come on sluts, time to go!" He told us.

Leading us with one of his men, we departed, never to come back at this place where our life got turned around so drastically.

We traveled a part of the night. Then stopped in the morning, camped, then left again in the afternoon. There was something pretty scary to be traveling like that. Not only were we completely dependent on our masters to lead and protect us with that heavy hood, we were also completely unable to hide our bodies so the few travelers that we passed on the road, the comments they made on our naked bodies and crude tatoos made me feel so ashamed I would have wanted to disappear. Of course that did not prevent my nipples from hardening nor my flower from moistening at every encounter.

One more day had gone by and night had fallen again when we arrived at a place that had a smell of civilisation. Woodsmoke and cow dung to be more precise.

Seeing that Master Ushrag had stopped we did the same, trying to see something through our hoods to guess where we were.

"Master? Are we there yet?" I asked.

I was exhausted.

Master sighed before answering.

"Well, yeah. Here we are. Didn't think I'd say that one day but I think that I'll miss you sluts, you probably are the best slaves I ever trained. But a deal is a deal and my client might be a whiny old fucker, but he's got connections with people I wouldn't want to anger. And since you stupid cunts took your fucking time, we are late and there isn't even time for a last goodbye fuck."

With these words he slapped both our asses and we started walking again.

We passed next to a place with music and the jabber of many people drinking together. One laugh that I heard was kind of familiar. Next to me Ethel exclaimed:

"By the Nine! Is that... Is that Rorikstead? Is the client my sister? Or maybe Erik, wanting to save me? Or..."

"Will you shut up you dumb cow?" exclaimed master Ushrag.

We went at the back of the noisy house, probably a tavern. There people were talking amongst themselves in hushed voices, some of them familiar in fact. Was that really Rorikstead? Would our buyer actually free us? Did I... Really want to be freed?

"What? Who are these people Hadwe?" Said a voice that I recognised but couldn't place. "And what are they doing with these two hooded hookers?"

Hadwe? Wasn't that, the old man who had tried to rape me? Just when I rememberd that I heard his voice.

"Shut up Mralki, if you want your business to get better, you'll do as I say. And if it isn't the terrible Ushrag? I expected you a long time ago, and someone told me that you're asking for more than we bargained for? that isn't very professionnal..."

Wait... What? He was the client?

"Well, well." Said Ushrag. "Old man Hadwe, you sold me a lie is what you did. You told me I'd get your girl Ethel with an escort that would runaway as soon as they would get close to my lair, making her an easy prey, that one of your men would get to me in advance to tell me to expect her. In place of what, she got there unannounced, with me and most of my men out on another business, and she got there with an apprentice sorceress and a freaking rabid bitch of a warrior. They killed the six men I had back there. Had I not come back on time, they'd have gone out with another one of my slaves in training and the fertiliser you had me steal to lure her here to boot. And when I got there they still managed to kill one more of my men! I'm the one who had to deal with all that so I'd say you're the one who didn't hold up his end of the bargain, old man!"

At these words Mralki, who was the innkeeper if I remembered well, exclaimed:

"What? You're the one behind Ennis and Reldith's ruin? Just so that your buddies there could buy their farm for a trifle? And you got Ethel abducted? What kind of... Wait, those tits... Is that girl back there Ethel? What the fuck is going on here?"

When Hadwe answered, there was no nice old man vibe in his voice, it was cold and angry:

"What is going on is I am going to make you rich, Mralki, so shut the fuck up! Now Ushrag, I get that you might not like the way things have gone. That brainless bimbo Ethel suddenly decided that she didn't want my buddies back there to travel with her and hired two cunts to go with her. I'll have you know that I actually had a bone to pick with one of these bitches, too bad they died. But anyway, what's your price then?"

"I'd say 6 000 septims a piece, but I am loath to seperate them. See they got close to each other when learning to suck on a cock together. So 11 000 for the two of them. Take it or leave it."

"11 000! How in Coldharbour would you think that I'd get this kind of money? I don't have 6 000 to begin with! I never asked you to train her! And what do I care that these two learned to suck cock together or that they lick each other's snatch before sleeping? I don't care about your other slut!"

"Are you so sure about that?" asked Ushrag.

He told his henchman to remove our hoods and let these men look at us.

"Sure you don't want that one also? You said yourself that you too had some history, or was that with the swordwoman? But sometthing tells me that it was this one..."

"Fuck! The elven slut, the one who threatened me and left me blue balled! You said you killed them."

"I said I had to deal with it, since when does a slaver kill fuckable pretty sluts?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, he kept going:

"Come on girls, forward. Show your goods to the buyer." 

Obediently, we went in front of Hadwe who stared at us like his eyes were about to jump out of their orbits, and his cock out of his pants.

"Fuck! Ethel, a blond Ethel, and the elven brat! I want them! I want them both, but how can I afford it, you know I can't, you know my friends and I don't have this kind of money."

"Sure I know that. But I also know how you think. I know why the innkeeper's here, you intend to rent the girls to him so that you'll not only have a nice slave to get you off, you'll also make money out of her. Well then you'll make even more money with two. And since I am a very generous gentleman, I'll give you a loan. But here's the thing, you'll have a 5% interest per month on what's left to pay, And I expect at least 300 every month if you don't want me and my men to take them back and to feed your sorry ass to the wolves. Pay me 1 000 now and we have a deal. So what do you say?"

"You expect me to whore these girls out at my inn?" Asked Mralki, sounding horrified. 

However, his eyes, as those of all the men had been glued on us since the moment I could see them, and probably before that too.

"Well, don't you need the money?"

"Of course I do, since your friends bought Ennis's farm and started to make moonshine with whatever they could grow on it to sell it at half the price of my ale, especially considering that they were my best clients before... Yeah I definitely could use the money. But that's illegal you know?" he said.

Even I could say that he was wavering already.

"Not with my contacts. Before anyone starts nosing in our business, I'll have some documents saying that these two are criminals and then are denied normal rights. There will be no way for anyone to free them without buying them first. And you can be sure as Oblivion that I am not about to sell. Also we'll stop with the moonshine. My buddies back there will get some fertiliser to start growing some proper vegetables, right Ushrag? For that price you can throw the fertiliser in the deal?"

"Mmm... I guess I can."

One of the men handed a small cassette that appeared quite heavy to Ushrag's henchman.

"That's 1 500 septims." Said Hadwe.

"Right, then 9 500 to go. And don't forget the interests. You better pay me more than the agreed 300 if you don't want your debt to go up."

"Yeah yeah, you'll get your money."

"Then you've got your whores."

"Good deal."

"Yep."

They shook hand and I felt more humiliated that I had ever felt. I had just been sold.

Ushrag unlocked our handcuffs and pocketed them.

"You sure about that?" Asked Hadwe.

"Yes I am, don't worry, they are tamed." Answered Ushrag.

"Well then sluts. It was nice. Be nice hookers now, maybe I'll come visit to rent you once in a while for old time's sake." Said Ushrag, then him and the other bandit left.

Once they had gone, Mralki said: "I can't believe you brought me into that, why not leave me out of that part of the business?" 

"Well, you had to know. Not to get some stupid virtuous idea. Now you're in it too and if something happens to me and my friend, or to my whores, you know that this mean looking orc will come to ask what's what." answered Hadwe

Then he turned to us:

"Well, you girls made fun of me in the past, called me a dirty old man and other hurtful things. You were mean to some of my friends also. Don't you think that was rude?"

Ethel and I looked at each other before falling on our knees in front of him.

"I am so sorry master." I said.

"Yes, we both are very sorry, that won't happen again." said Ethel.

"you know what girls? I believe you." Said Hadwe. "But actions speak louder than words, my friends and I were very hurt you know? Also, looks like Mralki here needs some comforting."

They undressed and gathered around us.

Looking around, I saw that my suitors were two farmers smelling like ale and the inn keeper. Not really the mean bandits I'd had arounf lately. I was not handcuffed, I was not yet declared a criminal. If I ran would they catch me? I hesitated and they were around me, their hands started to explore my naked body. If there wasn't this collar I could have done some magic, well, if I remembered how to cast spells, perhaps I could still escape i f wanted to. Did I want to? I looked at Ethel to watch what she was doing.

She was on her knees, a cock in each hand and kissing Hadwe's... No, not hadwe. She was kissing our master's cock. Seeing that, I felt myself melt. What was wrong with me? What kind of useless ideas was I having? Tha was probably Shanilia the adventurer's last gasp and she disappeared for good as I fell to my knees.

There, at my rightful place, having finally and completed accepted who and what I was. I felt happy and secure.

It wasn't long before we got our first reward for the night, but it wasn't the last.

Seeing Ethel bounce on a cock, moaning and holding onto the other men's dicks, I thought that she no longer would have to hide behind the inn, imagining how it was like to be a slave or a whore.

As for me, feeling my first orgasm of the night approach while sucking on my new master's cock. I knew that there would be no turning back. I was a slave and a whore and never wanted to be anything else.

"So traveler. Did you like my tale? Was that a bit less heroic than what you are used to? Well, I am no bard even if I no some good stories. But you asked for mine and Ethel's and if there is one thing we're not, it's heroines. Now do you want some more mead? Maybe a nice black Briar to go with your roasted venison?"

"Shanilia, You dumb slut! What are you doing still talking to customers! It's almost time for the lottery!"

"Oh, Today is a lottery day, I had forgotten. Did you buy a ticket traveler? No? Too bad, I would have liked for you, or rather me to have a taste, maybe next time. Remember, every Fredas is a lottery day and a ticket is only 20 septims, 15 if you're eating."

"Shani! Are you freaking coming?"

"Sorry Ethel, I am!"

I trot after her making sure not to spill any drink.

"You really need to stop being such an air head, you Dumb Slut."

"And you need to stop being so mean to me. Nobody likes a bossy woman, you Cum Dump!"

"Finally there, what took you girls so long? You know that the patrons get rowdy when we end up late for the lottery."

"It's Shanilia, Mralki, she was flirting with the hunk at the table there."

"I am sorry Mralki, I forgot about the time, it's not Ethel's fault, I am the only one to blame."

"Well, it's no big deal, you girls are here now. Put those trays down and climb on the counter."

"Welcome everybody for the usual Fredas Lottery. I hope that those of you who participated came with some strength of body and mind because I can assure you that these girls have quite the appetite. You wouldn't want to leave them hungry, would you?"

"Anyway, let me get Ethel's urn. Most of you know her, she grew up partly here. Alas our pretty child grew up to become quite the bad girl. She left a while ago in search of easy money and cheap thrills and ended up consorting with bandits. She was caught by the swift hand of justice and now works here as a wench to atone for her crimes. Anyway with my innocent hand, let me draw the lots for the 3 lucky ones who'll be able to feed our divine Ethel, look at this youthfull face above this soft and welcoming motherly figure, who wouldn't want to plunge his face in her conforting bosom, while something else would plunge between those nice soft tighs! Well, not tonight for tonight is lottery day, but she's available for ordinary service any other day of the week for only 50 septims, 40 if you've ordered some food! Anyway, tonight's lucky winners are Daglrek, Hokimar and Falsk. You can come here and undress, and know that Ethel thanks you in advance for the meal."

"OK, let's now get Shanilia's urn. So Shanilia here doesn't look like it but she's a bad seed, or at least she was. It's her who tempted Ethel with her wild bandit stories, her who brought her to the gang who prostituted them both to men and used them to lure poor souls into terrible traps or to blackmail them. She was caught along with Ethel and is also here to atone for her crimes. Now don't let that frighten you. It's true that, though never particularly gifted for it she was a vicious hedge sorceress, able to resort to dangerous spells when her feminine wiles were not enough. However once captured by the guards, they put an anti magic collar on her to prevent her from using her powers. So without power and with no more strength than your average teenage girl, that sweet half elf is a danger no more.

But enough about her past and look at her. Cute is her second name and it would have been the first had sultry not taken the place. Admire her petite frame, her perfect firm tits, her slender legs leading the most moist and welcoming slit there is! Most days, like Ethel she's for sale by the hour at the price of 50 septims, 40 if you've ordered some food! And believe me when I say that there are only two things sweeter than her cute voice when you fuck her and these two things are the inside of her ass and pussy! But today's lottery day so you won't fuck her tonight, and you won't hear her voice for she'll have her mouth full. So let's look at it, the lucky winners are Berls, Eri... Hum Eric, good for you my boy, and Lormdall! You guys can come here and undress, yeah, you too dear son, I am so happy to see that you use my money to get sucked by our own whore... Hum, Sorry about that. Let's enjoy people!"

Ethel and I get down  from the counter, take a cup each and already we are surrounded by men. We get down on our knees while penises are thrust towards our faces, so we start jerking off and sucking.

Whenever a man appears to be close to release we get the cup ready not to waste any drop of the precious seed.

Most of the men who take part in the lottery have ordered some special drinks that stimulate semen production before the draw, allowing them to come more than once if they recover enough while we take care of the other participants. That makes it quite tiring for us. Also the ones who take the drink but don't get their lot drawn are in for a weird night.

It takes around one hour and a half to two hours to fill a cup with three contestants if they have taken the wild sap drink. So considering that the lottery is already around the end of the food service time, that makes the end of the cup show a good closing event for the evening.

The first time we did that event, Ethel and I would really down our cup without spilling, after all, I don't know for Ethel but I do love the taste of men's seed. However, Mralki told us that is would please the customers more to see us stained with semen so we have learned to drool back some on ourselves. I like it too, I find it sexy.

Well now, evrybody looks happy, I know I am, this was a good evening, Time to say goodbye to our patrons. Putting our cups down, Ethel and I redress quickly then we position ourselves close to the exit.

"Thank you very much for coming! Have a good night and we hope to see you very soon! Good bye!"

"Take care Lormdall, see you soon!"

"Hey, bye Flask. Have a good night, and choose me next time, I suck better than that cow! Ow! don't hit me that was a joke!"

"Good bye traveler, Next time you come to Rorikstead, ask for the two of us, then you'll never want to leave!"

(...)

Finally, the last client leaves. There is just Mralki left and he is putting the candles down.

"Girls. I am tired now but, tomorrow?"

"Sure, we can have some fun the three of us before opening, but now it's time to sleep, Nighty night!"

We get to our room and undress and clean ourselves up. I look at Ethel's belly and ask.

"Not too tired? And is he moving yet?"

"No she's not, And the midwife said that she wouldn't move before at least a few more weeks. And It's a she I tell you."

"Mmm, No, I don't think so, It's a he I tell you, Master Ushrag's get and he's not the kind of man to sire a girl. I know what I'm saying, I am a mage you know?

"You were a mage, now you're just a stupid tatooed whore."

"True, but well, you too."

"Yup. Let's sleep Shani, Tomorrow is Loredas and all the military grunts will be asking after us."

"Oh, yes big day, lots of clients, and I like the soldiers, they're strong, I like men who can lift me like a doll. Can't wait, but you're right we better rest."

As we lay down, she looks at me

"Shani, you really think me bossy? Or mean?"

"Of course not, well you can be bossy, but I like it when you order me around, it's sexy."

"You're such a weirdo."