With the jade statue carefully wrapped and packed away, the party set forth on the final leg of their journey to Markarth. Following a road around a craggy hill, at last they could see the full glory of the City of Stone. Clouds rolling off the mountains shrouded the upper reaches of the city, but the imposing city gates and the phallic protuberance of its armory tower were readily visible in spite of the distance. 

 

 

As they drew closer, Monilee could only look on in awe as the massive gates drew larger and larger. She knew that the foundations of the city were the work of long vanished dwarves, but the embileshments added by the men of Markarth were just as ambitious in scale. Before she could dwell on that further, however, a voice rang out from the direction of the city. Looking to the gates, Monilee saw an older woman clad only in strings of precious jewels approaching. 

 

 

It was Mother Hamal, high priestess of Dibella and the author of the warning letter Monilee had received just after her battle at the western watchtower. 

 

"At last, you have come to us," she said, embracing Monilee and then - to her surprise - kissing her full on the mouth. Monilee's gasp of surprise gave Hamal an opening, and an electric jolt ran down Monilee's spine as Hamal's tongue touched hers. 

 

"Now open your heart, Dragonborn, and we will relieve you of your burdens."

 

She heart the thump of metal on earth and glanced behind her to see that one of Hamal's bodyguards had let his armor fall to the ground. Turning back, she saw Hamal fastening a smooth carved phallus between her legs with a leather belt. Then the guard was gently pulling her backwards, replacing her gag with hot, throbbing flesh even as Hamal entered her from the other end with cool and unyielding stone. 

 

Then Monilee felt searing pain as if she had been skewered from behind. She screamed, but that only opened her further to the guard's spit-slick member to invade deeper down her throat. Was it her imagination? Was this the work of Nocturnal? Monilee didn't know, but was sure she could see a blood-drenched impaling spike bursting from her chest, just below her ribs. 

 

 

Monilee tried to grasp at the pole, but her hands only found thin air. The bodyguard bent down and whispered in her ear.

 

"Fear not, Dragonborn, we will free you of the Ur-Dra's dark magic. Ignore her illusions of pain and let love set you free." 

 

"Yes, Dragonborn. We will free you of your curse. Dibella wills it!" With a sharp thrust of her hips, Hamal pushed her stone phallus against the entrance to Monilee's womb even as she expertly ground her body against Monilee's clitoris. 

 

Pleasure and pain battled for supremacy as the three bodies writhed. Choking, unable to breath, Monilee could feel the world closing in on her, her vision darkening around the edges. She tried to push back against the bodyguard, to clear her airway even just enough for one breath, but her struggle and the spasms of her throat seemed to only excite the man more. Finally, as her arms fell slack at her side, she felt the man's hot seed start to flow into her stomach. Her body bucked and shook more at the shock of the intrusion, but the pain of the imagined (?) impaling pole started to fade. 

 

Fade... and diappear, as did the pole itself. While Hamal held Monilee still, belying any lack of strength her old age might imply, the bodyguard withdrew from Monilee's mouth and, while she gasped for sweet breath, gently lowered her to the ground. 

 

By all rights, Monilee should have lain there a long time, struggling and probably failing to catch her breath while retching up the contents of her stomach. Instead, she felt revived, even bursting with energy. She practically sprang to her feet, just in time for Hamal to kiss her again on the lips. 

 

"Thank you for coming, Dragonborn. We have much to teach you. But first, refresh yourself and rest. I will await you in the temple."

 

Monilee wiped a long gob of... what... a slurry of saliva and semen perhaps? She wiped it from the corner of her mouth before turning to recover her clothing from where it lay on the roadside. Shayna and Edippa watcher her with obvious approval, while Lydia and Lucien seemed shocked beyond words at the spectacle. If Barbas had an opinion on the whole affair, he was keeping it to himself. 

 

"Ugh," she said, "I think I really needed that... but now I also need a bath. Lets find the inn, shall we?"

 

Silently, perhaps still not sure what to make of the scene they'd witnessed, the party fell in behind Monilee as they approached the city gates. 

 

If the circumstances of Monilee's approach seemed out of the ordinary to them, the gate guards no indication. They simply signaled to the guardhouse above and waited while the complex geared mechanisms of the door whirred and spun, opening the way to Markarth. 

 

Dusk was firmly settling over Markarth when the party entered the city, but the little market square just inside was still bustling with activity. Seeing a food cart not far from her, Monilee was about to approach the owner in search of a repast, but then she saw a man unsheath a dagger and begin to creep towards a shopper. Monilee reached for her own sword. At first she meant to simply stop the man at swordpoint and challenge him, but she quickly saw he was winding up to deliver a blow from behind. Monilee didn't waste any time and struck first, grabbing the man from behind and pulling him to the ground even as she ran him through with her sword. 

 

The gate guards shouted in alarm at what must have seemed to them to be an unprovoked assault - an unprovoked murder, really - but the woman who Monilee had saved stepped forward and calmed things immediately.

 

"By the gods," she said, "that man nearly killed me. You saved my life."

 

 

Murmers ran through the crowd. The Forsworn are here in the city! Voices of disbelief started to shade into panic, and the guards quickly pivoted to calming the mob. One looked hard at Monilee and warned her sternly.

 

"Put that thing away before you hurt someone." 

 

Monilee sheathed her sword obediently, and the guard turned from her to the crowd. "There are no Forsworn here in the city," he said, "the Markarth city guard has everything under control." 

 

At length, a different guard confronted Monilee, "We'll take it from here. Move along."

 

Margret, the woman who Monilee had saved, tugged at her sleeve.

 

"Come on, the inn's just across the way. You'll be wanting some refreshment and besides... I haven't thanked you properly for what you did just then." That last part, she delivered with a wink and a smile. Yes, Monilee realized, the influence of the Temple of Dibella is plain to see in this city. 

 

The Silver Blood in was build around a cavernous common room. While the rest of the party ordered meals and found seats around the generous hearth, Monilee paid for a room and retired there with Margret. As she helped onto the sleeping slab, she whispered to her, "This is the right way to thank you, don't you think?" 

 

 

The bed consisted of layers of furs and a broad pillow over stone. It should have been terribly uncomfortable, but Monilee quickly discovered that, perhaps through some marvel of dwarven craft, the stone was heated. Between Marget's expert massage and the stone's unyielding press, she felt the knots that had plagued her muscles for days now slowly start to release. That release of tension came with a rush of pleasure that almost rivaled the paroxisms of pleasure she had enjoyed at Edippa's hands.

 

And then, they found themselves naked, staring into each others' eyes. They had shed their clothes almost unconsciously, and Monilee's nearly bare body (still entwined by Nocturnal's harness) felt so good against the warm stone, as if she was basking in front of a crackling fire on a cool autumn night. Margret's fingers entered Monilee gently, massaging the subtle, sentitive spots in the roof of her birth passage while deftly avoiding the nasty bruise that still pained her upper thigh somewhat. With a slowly building rhythm, Margret demonstrated that one need not be a priestess of Dibella to have a mastery of her arts. Monilee arched her back, crying out as her muscles tensed and released, tensed, released, and repeated half a dozen times before limply she fell to the bed.

 

 

"There you go, my hero. My savior. Now you have my proper thanks."

 

"Oh," she added, "take this. I was going to send this to my sister in Cyrodiil, but I want you to have it. Think of it as a medal of honor for your bravery." 

 

They cuddled a while longer before  Margret rose and dressed herself. "Take care, Monilee. I won't forget what you did for me." 

 

"Goodness gracious," Lucien commented when Margret took her leave, "I thought you two were never coming out of there. May we come in now? I think we all need a good rest after that journey." 

 

Monilee rose, but found herself out of tired and even a little out of breath. The waves of pain and pleasure that had marked the second half of the day had taken all of her energy out of her. Monilee clipped Margret's necklace around her neck before answering Lucien, who by now had been joined by Barbas.

 

 

"Sure, Lucien," she said in a hoarse whisper. "All of you pile in. Let's get some rest."

 

Test Results

• Met Mother Hamal outside Markarth; she successfully forcegreeted and delivered her custom lines of dialogue.
  • Observed that Mother Hamal and other 'canon' Temple of Dibella characters (Senna, etc.) appear to have their vanilla faces when used by SLaVE. Future enhancement recommendation: consider adding the vanilla versions of these actors as templates for appearance, allowing SLaVE to seamlessly match modded NPCs (and also reducing the number of facegen files that you need to package).

 

Compatibility Notes

• SLSO successfully transmitted multiple orgasm events to Toys via compatibility mode. SLaVE chastity gear protected. While imperfect, it does appear that SLSO compatibility mode consistently transmits Toys-readable orgasm events at the start of the final stage of animation (usually at the end of stage 3/start of stage 4). Still need to test virginity loss/love shout effects later in the mod. 
• Sexlab Eager NPCs functions including dragon orgy, etc, appear to be playing nice with SLaVE and Toys. Note that "snooze" function on situational sex placards may be helpful to Toys players to avoid fighting between SLEN and spontaneous orgasm/exhaustion events.
• General Sexlab Note: the bugs with free camera related to actor disappearance and missing effects/expressions were still observed in-game. Recommend users play with Sexlab free camera turned off for best experience. Toys/SLaVE free cam mode seems to work fine, so far.