Maer 02 - Pilgrimage to Markath
A content note for whoever is reading this (if anyone is reading it at all): I have a reasonable number of devious mods and the like installed, so Maer's adventures have the potential to become a bit distressing for her at times. Also, while I've fiddled with the settings I don't actually know how it'll all play out in actual game. Things could escalate quickly, or they might not have much of an impact. I'm playing to find out.
Quite a few things have happened, including a bunch of adventures. Maer and her friend have gotten involved in a project to rebuild Helgen, helped restore the Gildergreen in Whiterun and even killed a dragon! The dragon fight was pretty close, but Maer's friend was made Thane of Whiterun as a result. This, in turn, gave him the opportunity to buy property in Whiterun - Maer worked very hard at her potion-making to raise the funds for the purchase.
The title of Thane also included the right to maintain a housecarl. This is good, because they could use another sword. Maer and her friend had their shares of defeats as well as victories. Still... Maer feels a bit intimidated by the housecarl, Lydia. Lydia is beautiful and much stronger than she is. What if her friend found Lydia... attractive? Would it affect how he felt about Maer?
Worried, Maer confronted Lydia, to tell her not to "make any moves" on her friend. Lydia just laughed at her.
"Two things, Maer. You are not telling me what to do, ever. Do you understand?"
Maer nodded, taken aback. "Yes."
"Secondly, don't fret. The two of us have very different roles. No one is going to confuse us, including the Thane. So don't worry your pretty little head about it, "
Maer nodded again. "Yes."
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Maer's friend somehow picked up on her misgivings. He did two things to make her feel better and reassure her of her special status. First, he gave her a set of special cuffs to wear. He promised her he wouldn't ask anyone else to wear something like that. Secondly, he fucked her right next to Lydia. "Good," thought Maer, "that'll show that... woman... that she won't come between us."
Lydia, for her part, just rolled over and went to sleep. If it bothered her, she didn't show it.
Lydia soon proved her worth in battle, making dealing with bandits and other riff-raff much easier.
One day, after another fight the group started discussing what to do next. Maer's friend asked her whether she was interested in doing a pilgrimage to the Temple of Dibella in Markath. Perhaps she could even become an initiate. Would she like that?
Maer would very much like that. She'd never been to Markath before. And the fact that they were making the journey for her made her confident that her friend held her in high esteem. Still, what about the College in Winterhold? She still hoped to join one day.
Her friend agreed. Only, he said, he didn't think she was ready yet. What if they rejected her? Maer should continue nurturing her power. Once she was strong enough, he promised her, they'd go to Winterhold.
Lydia shrugged. She'd go where her Thane went, and fight his enemies. If he wanted to take his little pet to wizard school that was his affair.
"His little pet," thought Maer. "Is she jealous of me?"
Maer's friend assured her that she was special to him... but he had noticed that there was some tension between Maer and Lydia. He had away to make it better... if Maer would help. She agreed, though when she saw Lydia's massive black strap-on she did blanch a bit.
There was a shrine to Dibella on the road to Markath. A good omen, surely.
Markath was less welcoming than hoped, at first. As soon as she stepped through the gates, Maer was taken away to the Cidhna Mine for a thorough search. Apparently they've been having trouble with the so-called "Foresworn." Maer swore that she wasn't one of them, so in the end they let her go. The Cidhna Mine did not look pleasant at all.
Maer steps out of the temple, ready to earn her way into the Sisterhood as an acolyte, wandering the streets to spread a message of love (and her legs too, a number of times).
One of the people who listens to Dibella through Maer is Leona - an adventurer looking for her next gig. When she's done with Maer, Leona heads up to find the others and see if they'll take her on.
"I'm back, master." Maer didn't even notice that she used the word master when she reported back to her friend, all the fucking and slapping had put her into a weird mental zone. He noticed, though.
"I think you're ready. Here, let me show you why I asked you to put on the cuffs." Maer's friend attached her wrists behind her back, and her ankles as well. "Get comfortable on your knees and let's talk." Still in a bit of a haze, Maer allowed herself to be restrained. Her friend sat back down and asked her to describe her exploits in detail.
He asked her about Leona, the warrior who wished to join their party. Did she use a big strap-on, just like the one Lydia had? Yes, she used a big strap-on just like that.
"And you say you fucked the jarl?"
"Yes," she blushed, "and... uh... his counsellor and housecarl watched the whole time."
"Good work," he laughed, "and his wizard, and several of the Markath guards? You fucked them too?"
She nodded. Her body ached from all the sex. It felt good, actually, even if she was struggling with feelings of humiliation. She realized that she used to hate getting spanked, but now she kind of liked it. And she'd quadrupled the number of people she'd ever fucked over the course of one day. What did that say about her?
"The men of Markath seem to really enjoy eating my pussy... the jarl, Calcelmo the wizard, even some of the guards...."
He laughed again, "well your pussy is delicious, sweetheart." He turned to Lydia "what do you think?"
Lydia didn't have an opinion on Maer's pussy.
"Maer," he looked straight into her eyes. "Did it make you feel like a slut? Like a whore?"
She felt her blush return, all the way to the tip of her ears. She nodded. "Yes."
"Good." He smiled and placed his hand on her shoulder. "We need a slut. There are a lot of problems that we'll face that'll be made a lot easier if someone will fuck them. And I don't think Lydia is going to do it?"
He looked at Lydia, who shook her head. "No my Thane, I am not."
"But... I..." Maer stammered.
"Sweetheart, it would be really useful if you would do this. You know Lydia is better with the sword than you are, and I'm a better archer. And your magic isn't that strong yet. This is something you're really good at, don't you see."
Maer had to admit she was less effective in combat than her friend or Lydia, and probably than Leona too. That two handed sword of hers looked pretty dangerous.
"How about you try it, and if you don't like it we can always stop?"
"Okay...."
He smiled again. "I knew I could count on you. And think about it... I know you really like your orgasms, don't you?"
She had to admit that yes, she did enjoy the orgasms and she'd been having a lot of them today. He released Maer's hands and feet and gently helped her up, caressing her cheek as she rose.
"To help you stay in the right frame of mind, I want you to tell people you're a slut."
What?
"Whenever I put my hand on your shoulder. That way you won't forget the role you agreed to."
That made sense. Sort of. It would take some getting used to, though.
Welcome to Markath.
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