"Brelyna... Onmund... I've been thinking about trying to find the Jarl's missing helmet. And there's even that dragon...."

 

"A dragon?" Brelyna's eyes grow wide. "You're so brave."

 

Maer doesn't feel brave at all. What she is is broke. She owes her Master 30,000 septims and if she doesn't pay... well, she's not sure she wants to go back to that life again. She doesn't say that, though, she just shrugs.

 

"Well I was wondering if you two wanted to come with me. I think between the three of us, we can handle basically anything. Especially if you're there Onmund." She turns to to look at him, fluttering her eyes in just the right way. It is so obviously transparent, and she feels a bit dirty for doing it, but it works. Onmunds chest swells and his eyes shine bright.

 

"It will be dangerous," he says, "but I think you're right. We are college educated mages now. Not mere novices."

 

Brelyna shakes her head slightly and laughs. "Okay Maer, so far everything you've talked me into has been good. I'm in."

 

They leave the next morning at dawn.

 

 

The adventuring life is tough. They have some close calls several times, and they're all taken out of action more than once. But each time they come through. Over time they refine their tactics, and have fewer setbacks.

 

It's exhilarating.

 

They never formally discuss it, but Maer is the leader of the group, even if she's not the toughest and even if she's knocked down more than the others.

 

That too is exhilarating.

 

 

They even fight dragons. Several dragons, in fact (though not at the same time). And each time they prevail.

 

 

Maer continues to get horny whenever she channels magicka. She's not sure if that happens for the others, but they soon develop a tradition of having a good three-way fuck to celebrate victories.

 

 

"Did you ever consider settling down with just one man, Maer?"

 

"I think about it sometimes, but I'm not ready. I don't know if I'll ever be."

 

"There are a lot of advantages, you know. If you devote yourself to one person, you can really get to know them well. And that person... well.... that person would be very devoted in return. They'd really be able to give you what you want. What you need. If you let them...."

 

It's a theme Onmund returns to more than once. Maer is pretty sure she knows who he's talking about when he says "that person."

 

 

"Onmund's been trying to get me to stop having sex with you. He says he thinks you'll be happier if you had only one partner. That it would be better if you allowed yourself to feel real love...."

 

Maer sighs. "He's a great guy. I really like him... but it's a bit much sometimes. Doesn't he realize how lucky he is to be able to get with two girls regularly like this? Why does he have to complicate it?"

 

"I know. I want you to know that I'm not going to complicate anything. One day I'll probably settle down with someone, Maybe have some kids. All that. But right now this is great fun." Brelyna smiles.

 

Maer smiles back. "You're the best. I'm glad we met."

 

 

"Fuck that worthless whore right in her whore pussy! Brelyna! Tell her! She's a whore slut bitch!" Onmund almost spits out the words.

 

Brelyna puts her mouth right at Maer's ear. Softly, sensually she whispers "you're a whore Maer, a whore... a slut... a bitch... whore... slut... bitch...." She's timing her words with her motions. Soon it's enough to push Maer over the edge. She desperately clings on to Brelyna, a quivering moaning screaming mess.

 

Onmund has a thing for domination and degradation, and sometimes they indulge him (Maer especially as it makes her climax harder, though she hasn't exactly told either of them). Sometimes he gets a bit intense. Is it real resentment? Or maybe he senses how Maer responds? She really should find a way to talk to him about it.

 

Afterwards Brelyna whispers to Maer "that's why we have to make sure one of us are sitting on his face. Keep his mouth occupied." Maer giggles lazily, still languid from her orgasm.

 

 

The whole budding love triangle thing is complicated a bit further by the fact that if Maer is developing an emotional attachment to anyone, it's to one of the masters at the school.

 

Well, if she's honest with herself Maer is developing emotional attachments to Brelyna and Onmund too, in different ways. She cares about both of them. But if she was forced to be monogamous and pick, she'd probably stay with Mirabelle.

 

The powerful mage makes Maer feel safe in a way she hasn't felt since being with her Master and Lydia and Leona; but she feels safe without feeling exploited or humiliated or degraded. She thinks she could used to it, especially if there's a way to reach equivalent peaks of sexual intensity... and there was that whole sex magic thing they did together too. She is not sure whether Mirabelle knows that Maer is... "seeing other people" as they say. Don't the masters at the college gossip? Maer's fucked each one of them at least once, so hopefully Mirabelle doesn't think they're exclusive.

 

Luckily no one is forcing Maer to be monogamous, and so far it doesn't seem that gossip is something that matters at the College.

 

 

And still, in spite of all that she has on the go, and in spite of how great she feels leading her small group instead of scurrying after her Master and Lydia and Leona in a panicked haze... Maer still sometimes finds time to herself, remembering her life when she wore her Master's collar. Well... her former Master really.

 

But in those moments when she is naked and touching herself in just the right places she still whispers "yes Master". She recalls the feel of the bridle in her mouth. She remembers the sting of her Master's whip. She recalls the shame she felt selling her body to strangers at his behest. And the memories make her so very wet.

 

 

But when she is done, she gets up and puts that time out of her mind. She's an adventuress now. It seems a long time ago and so much has changed. Maer has changed too.

 

The three of them travel further from Winterhold. They take on an errand for one of the masters at the college - to recover some stolen books.

 

They pass through Windhelm first. It's a bleak city, and Brelyna in particular dislikes it. Not surprising given the attitude many of the people there have towards the Dunmer.

 

Skyrim is beautiful, and Maer is pleased to get away from the never-ending snows of Winterhold. But eventually, their path takes them into the lands held by the Jarl of Whiterun. Maer can feel her hands get clammy and her heart beat faster when she thinks about it. But why would he be out here in the wilderness? They won't run into him.

 

 

Maer continues to fuck both Brelyna and Onmond. Luckily, Onmond seems to have settled down a bit. Maer just has to make sure she's giving him enough attention so he doesn't pout. And truth be told, Maer is happy to do so.

 

With Brelyna, the connection is deeper intellectually and emotionally. There's a real friendship there. With Onmond the friendship is shallower. His desire to possess her gets in the way of developing a real connection. But he makes her climax longer and harder, so Maer keeps coming back for more. Besides, he more than earns it - as long as Maer flutters her eyes, giggles, and touches him ever so lightly, Onmund does everything she tells him to. It would be cruel to not to fuck him.

 

 

"If you want to go, go ahead! But I'm going back to the College!"

 

They're within sight of Whiterun, and Maer is getting more heated than her companions have ever seen before.

 

"But Farengar is an expert on dragons, and we've been fighting several of them. Surely we can learn something from him," says Onmund. "And I've heard of another mage nearby, his name is Angrim and...."

 

"No!" Maer cuts him off.

 

Onmund looks shocked. He starts scowling and his voice is low and menacing. "Why is that Maer? Do you have secrets there you don't want us to know? Is there someone else there? You don't want us to meet him? Is that it?"

 

The answers to all of those questions are yes, but not in the way Onmund thinks. 

 

Maer closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Almost a sob. She steps close to Onmund, close enough to feel the heat of his body. She looks up at him, her eyes wet (but she is not crying. She is not). "Please," she pleads in a small voice, holding on to the hem of his robe. "Please don't make me got to Whiterun, Onmund."

 

"But... I...." He deflates with a sigh. "Alright Maer. If it means so much to you...."

 

"Thank you!" She hugs him, burying her face in his shoulder, wiping the wet from her eyes on his robe. "Thank you, Onmund."

 

 

When they recover the books and celebrate, there is no threesome. This time, Maer devotes all her attention and effort to Onmund.

 

"Do you think I've been... bad," she asks sweetly.

 

Surprisingly, though he pins her down in various ways Onmund doesn't go all in on the nasty pillow talk and pretend rape. Normally when given half a chance that's what he does, and Maer could use it right now. Instead, just as he's about to climax he whispers "I love you."

 

Maer turns her moans into screams. She acts like she doesn't hear him, pretending to be lost in ecstasy.  It's the first time she's faked an orgasm. She doesn't know what else to do. If he thinks she just didn't hear it, he'll just repeat himself right? If she says "I love you" back she'll be lying and that won't go anywhere good. And if she doesn't respond at all and he knows she heard him, who knows what he'll do?

 

Maer can't wait to get away from Whiterun.

 

 

"I've been thinking about that missing apprentice," says Brelyna. They're on the boat from Windhelm back to Winterhold.

 

"Yeah, me too," says Maer.

 

"She's gone, right? But you say you think you know what she was doing? And where she went?"

 

"Yeah. I found this gate. And some notes about eternal sexual ecstasy or something like that...."

 

"Oh really?" Brelyna arches one eyebrow and smiles. "You've got my attention now."

 

Maer laughs. "Yeah I know. I think we can handle it. A little change of pace would be good." She really would like to put some mental distance between herself and Whiterun. She also needs to find a way to put some emotional distance between herself and Onmund given the whole 'I love you' incident. And Maer is pretty sure only women can go through that gate. At least that's what the research notes she found said.

 

She continues, "and really, if we can handle several dragons and necromancers and who knows what else, I'm pretty sure we can handle whatever's on the other side of that gate... that is... if you want to come?"

 

Brelyna laughs. "You know me, I love to come with you... where ever you go."

 

Onmund is trying hard to pretend he isn't hearing any of it. He's chatting with the boatman. The boatman, though, is pretty obviously listening in.

 

Back in Winterhold, Maer spends a bit of time selling the loot she collected, and also the remaining potions she didn't manage to sell in Windhelm and environs. "Not bad, " she thinks. She's a little over halfway there. A good sum of money... though, she'll have to go to Whiterun to settle the debt. She doesn't want to think about it.

 

Soon Maer and Brelyna find themselves by the weird gate.

 

"It says that we have to pray, naked," reads Maer. "Are you ready for this?"

 

"No not really," says Brelyna, "but don't let that stop you. That gate looks... gross."

 

It does in fact look disgusting. But the good thing about that is that it keeps her mind off any other worries Maer might have.