I woke up back in the elf's hiding spot. Edippa was sorting through a pile of odds and ends laid out on the table, and paused in her work when I sat up.

 

"Daughter, I see you're awake," she said. 

 

I shook my head a few times to try and clear the fog from my mind before answering, weakly, "more or less."

 

Edippa smiled indulgently. "Considering yesterday's ordeal, I'm not surprised. But we did it. You did it, considering I couldn't help you during the final battle. The barrow is cleansed, and we are - as I figure it - considerably richer for the experience."

 

Working my way to my feet, I joined Edippa at the table. To say it was covered with odds and ends was a serious understatement. Armor, fine weapons, and glittering coins gathered into piles, that was what she was sorting.

 

"While you rested," Edippa explained, "I took some time to look through the barrow and claim any grave goods that I thought might be useful to us."

 

Not that I had any objection to enriching myself with long-lost treasures, but I still felt a little uneasy about it. I asked, "is it alright for us to rob these graves?"

 

Edippa shrugged. "Some might find fault, but they'd be wrong. The ancients entombed here were part of the dragon cult; we don't owe them any veneration. And besides, how else will we pay for our journey to Markarth?"

 

Still feeling a little light on my feet, I slipped into a nearby chair before asking, "I know you've suggested we go to Markarth before, but what makes you think I want to rush there right away?"

 

"I heard the Lady's command to you. And she spoke to me as well. The temple needs our help, and if we delay we only heighten the peril. But surely you know that already; you heard the dragon priest - dark forces are rising against the Divines. Like it or not, we have our part to play and we shouldn't shy away from it."

 

Changing the subject, Edippa continued, "By the way, daughter, you handled that sword rather well. Tell me, do you think this would be a good look on you?" She pointed to a fur-lined steel breastplate laid out on the table.

 

"Hmm," I answered, "I'm not sure. I've never really fought in armor before."

 

"You were a natural with that shield. I imagine you'll do just as well in armor. Here, try it on."

 

I relented before her encouragement, and with her help strapped on the armor. It was heavy, but balanced well enough to avoid discomfort. Actually, as I tested the range of motion it gave me and took a cautious walk around the room, I realized it fit me rather well. Edippa made a couple adjustments to the straps, tightened up a few places, and disentangled my hair from some spots where it had got caught between overlapping bits of metal.

 

 

"Yes," she said with an air of finality, "I knew this would suit you. You have the look of a proper heroine now, daughter. And far better protection than that ratty shirt of yours, as well. Kitted out like this, you'll last a lot longer against the next Draugr to leap at me."

 

Chilling, painful memories rushed through my mind at the mention of our misadventure by the ritual pool. Shaking my head, I said quickly, "don't remind me of that, please. I don't think I'm quite ready to think about it."

 

Edippa reached around to hug me from behind, her arms hooking around low to press against my bare elbows rather than the rigid armor plates.

 

"I'm sorry, daughter, I shouldn't have made light of that. Come, let's get your mind off that and divide up our spoils. Hmm," she paused then, "though when we reach Markarth, we need to do something about that lovely hair of yours. You'll be pulling out strands left and right if you keep letting it fall all over your armor like that. For now though..."

 

Edippa produced a cloth band and appraised me carefully, walking around me to view me from a few different angles. "Yes, let's try... this." I felt her hands in my hair, teasing it out, drawing it into long strands, wrapping it around, all the while tugging gently but firmly at my scalp. After a few minutes, she was done.

 

"Yes, that'll do nicely for now. You shouldn't be getting snagged on your armor anymore. But we really need to do something more elaborate when we get to Markarth. We can't have my lovely daughter looking anything less than her best, after all."

 

At this point, I was really starting to feel overstimulated. Between the rush of anxiety at the remembrance of when our adventure had almost ended badly, the unfamiliar weight of the armor, and now this sudden preening, I was about one step away from pushing Edippa off me and fleeing. But I held my composure for a moment until... my stomach growled loudly.

 

"Divines," I muttered, "I'm starving."

 

Edippa smiled at that. "Aye, I can imagine. Let's visit Wilhelm one last time before we start our travels."

 

An hour later, we were nibbling on cheese and berries while enjoying some of Wilhelm's supply of wine. Edippa, however, was quick to return to our previous discussion.

 

"Markarth," she said. "We need to decide our way there."

 

I nodded, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing and asking, "there's more than one way?"

 

"Two ways, really. We can go south, through the pass near Haemar's Shame, and then on through Helgen. That'll take us to Falkreath, and then north to Markarth. It's not a bad route but it's longer, probably will add at least a day to our time."

 

"The other way is north. I know a pass through the mountains that'll shave off some time, and then we can hire a carriage at Whiterun to take us the rest of the way. Faster, but a little more dangerous and it'll cost us some of our gold."

 

I considered both options. "Do you have a preference?" I asked.

 

"Honestly? I think we can handle the risks, and I don't want to walk the whole way. I say we go north, over the pass, and then hire a carriage. We've got the money for it, and then some."

 

I took a sip of my wine before putting in my two septims. "I was kind of thinking the same thing. I want to get off my feet for a while, and a carriage ride sounds good for that."

 

"I'm glad we're of an accord, then. One thing though... you mentioned you were exiled. Is your real name on your licenses?"

 

"I'm sorry, licenses?"

 

"For your weapons. Surely... oh, I see."

 

"I feel like there's something important I don't know."

 

Edippa leaned back. "You need permission from a Jarl to bear arms in Skyrim. It started in the Imperial holds, to try and slow the flow of weapons to the Stormcloaks, and Ulfric has since imposed the same - though for the opposite reason: confiscated weapons go straight to his armories. If you aren't licensed, we need to keep a low profile until you can get your paperwork sorted out."

 

I groaned, "why can't anything be easy?"

 

"Oh, daughter, don't despair. This is a good thing. Now you can get official papers in a new name, you can shake off that exile - after all, no one will recognize you for your face, considering when you left."

 

"But surely they don't just hand them to anyone who asks, without questions," I challenged, "we'll be right back to them discovering who I am."

 

"No, you don't get it," Edippa explained, "you lost your papers fleeing an ambush on the road. Luckily for you, your dear mother has come along to vouch for you."

 

"My. Dear. Mother... you know, I never expected that your little game would be the way I fixed this particular problem."

 

Edippa leaned close to me, and whispered in my ear. "Are you sure it's still a game?"

 

I didn't answer her then, but as we walked out Ivarstead's north gate and down towards the river ford, I wondered about what she'd said.

 

 

After much thought, I paused, looking down at the river from a rocky overhang.

 

"Is that what you want, Edippa?" I asked.

 

"Huh... sorry, I'm not sure I understand," she said. No surprise, I supposed, that whispered suggestion was a few hours ago by now.

 

"What you said in the inn, about it not being a game."

 

"Ah," Edippa said, her eyes growing thoughtful for a moment. "Yes and no. The truth is, I always dreamed that one of my children would follow me in a life of adventure. My sons and daughters, though... they wanted a simple life. And I respect that. They're all happy and prosperous. I couldn't wish for anything more for them. But... for me, I feel like there's a chapter in my life that I never lived."

 

"And you think our partnership is your chance?"

 

"It could be. And... don't you think it might be meant to be? You, Dibella's champion, and me, her priestess, meeting by chance in the middle of nowhere, just in time to cleanse a great evil. I wonder if the Lady brought us together for a reason."

 

I thought about that, watching the whitewater rush by below. Suddenly an ache ran across my side, perhaps from my armor rubbing against one of my bruised spots, but it brought my mind back to the ritual pool. I shuddered, shaking my head to try and banish the thoughts.

 

Edippa frowned, disappointed. "You don't? I'm... sad to hear that."

 

"No, that's not it," I corrected her. "I'm sorry, my mind was drifting back to the barrow and to the dragon priestess. What she did... but also what she said. Queen Dibella said something similar when she first spoke to me. She said... dark shadows were descending on the world."

 

"...and the priestess said the Aedra's time was at an end. Yes, that troubled me as well. And it's all the more reason I think we should stick together. But..."

 

"What is it?" I asked.

 

Had Edippa's face reddened a little? It was hard to tell. She paused as if in thought, then looked me in the eye and spoke.

 

"Would it be too bold to ask you for a small favor? My chest is full of milk and it prevents me from walking and it hurts. Please can you... how do I put this? Milk me? I would be so grateful."

 

 

I realized then that Edippa's bust had indeed grown a bit since I'd first met her in the tavern. Her dress had hidden it a bit, but her new robes left much less to the imagination. 

 

I almost said no - I mean, who asks a grown woman to take her milk? While I'm pretty sure the epithet milk drinker is more a euphamism for a man who takes others' seed in his mouth, surely this isn't far removed. And yet... she seemed so sincere.

 

"Aren't I a little old for suckling... mother?"

 

Edippa smiled, one side of her mouth raising higher than the other. If her face had been less open and her eyes less warm, I'd have called it a smirk. But it was a smile, maybe even a bashful one.

 

"Well, you see, that's what I meant by 'yes and no.' It's true that my heart yearns to quest side by side with you the way I never could with my own children. But I also want to love you and teach you to love the way I never could with them. When..."

 

She stopped then, a contemplative look passing her face.

 

"Go on," I said, "tell me what you're thinking."

 

"It's just... when we were poisoned, before, I didn't tell you the whole truth. The visions that took me... they started horrible. Monsters set upon me, ripping at the place in my side where the dart struck. They were tearing, clawing, trying to rip my guts out. But then... you saved me. You struck them down and saved me. And you kissed me with such tenderness... such passion... that I haven't felt for many, many years. I knew then that we were meant to be not only mother and daughter, but lovers as well."

 

I took this in, feeling myself blush a little also. Edippa seemed so sincere, her eyes almost pleading, begging me not to reject her. And it's not like she wasn't pretty or kind or loyal; I'd certainly had worse girlfriends that I'd ended up sharing a bed with before. And then my hesitation just fell away, like a wave of relief and freeness had suddenly washed over me.

 

"I'd like that very much, mother. Let's find a comfortable spot and help you with that full chest of yours."

 

Moisture limned her eyes as joy came over her face. "Dibella bless you," she said, "make yourself comfortable and drink right from the source, dear."

 

Finding a sheltered spot beneath a rocky cliff, we peeled out of our clothes and pulled close together. Edippa's body was so warm, and despite the tension of muscle beneath had a pleasant softness on top. She drew me closer yet with her right hand, careful to avoid my various bruises and sore spots, then caressed my hair with her left. 

 

 

I laughed nervously, confessing, "you know mother, it's been a long time since I did this. How, ah, how do I do this?"

 

She laughed too, pulling me in a little closer. I rubbed the side of her breast with my hand, finding it only firm but not unyielding, and positively hot against my fingers.

 

"Just take your mouth like this," she said, pulling me against her with her hands, "and bring the whole dark part into your mouth. Then suck... ah! Suck gently, daughter. Gently, but firmly, and continue until... ohhhhhh..."

 

Edippa's instructions died as thick, sweet milk began to come forth into my mouth. At first it was barely any, just a nutty sweetness in my mouth, and then with a low moan of relief a surge of creamy fluid began to pool on my tongue. The taste, at once foreign but also so familiar, brought warmth to my own face and set my heart beating. I pulled at her nipple again and again in slow, rhythmic cycles, each time drawing more milk from her breast and more gasps and sighs from her lips. 

 

 

As the setting sun started to dip behind distant mountains and threw a blanket of shadow over us, we sank down to the soft earth as I continued to suckle. Even as I pulled at her breast, I looked deep into Edippa's eyes, watching them glaze and then focus again with each squirt of her hot fluids. Gradually I rolled over, bringing my right leg over her's and rubbing my fast-moistening nethers against her knee. 

 

Playfully, I gave her nipple a gentle love bite, drawing a sharp gasp out of Edippa, while at the same time I gripped her other nipple between the pointing and middle fingers of my left hand. It took only the lightest pressure between the two to draw out beads of hot, white fluid that pooled against my knuckles and ran down my hand. 

 

"Oh," she said, panting, "if you start getting me used to that we'll need to find you a brother so you can both suck at the same time."

 

The thought of that warmed my cheeks. "Careful, mother," I warned, "you're giving me ideas."

 

She didn't answer me further, instead squeezing her eyes closed and rolling her head back as she lowered herself to rest on her elbows. Sensing the flow of milk from her right breast was diminishing, I switched to her left, picking right up with my mouth where my fingers had left off. I pulled closer, wrapping my left arm around the small of her back and bringing her into a close embrace. 

 

We continued for a time until that side too ran slower, losing a bit of its earlier firmness, and Edippa lay against me, eyes closed contentedly, softly panting in short breaths. I looked into her face, red-cheeked and with a sheen of sweat on her brow, and gave her a little kiss on her earlobe. Gently tugging it between my teeth I rubbed against her, but now the full feeling in my stomach held me back from going further at the moment.

 

"Does that feel better, mother?" I asked.

 

She smiled, still not opening her eyes. "Oh, it feels so much better. You're such a good daughter. So good..." She reached around with her left hand and caressed me rear end, gently squeezing and starting to work her fingers between my cheeks. I was slick with anticipation, and found myself pulling my knees forward and raising my backside into the air without really thinking about it. Gently, though, I held her back.

 

"Not now, mother," I whispered, "you'll give me an upset tummy, full of milk like it is. Let's press on, and we can continue when we make camp."

 

We cuddled for a few moments yet before rising together and slowly redressing. It took some effort to find the motivation to move on, but at length we crossed the ford and started down a half-overgrown, zip-zagging path north into the mountain foothills. Edippa explained that the common path would take us down the mountain to its base, then around through the fortress of Valtheim. But, she warned, Valtheim had fallen to bandits and the approach would be perilous - not just to our safety but to our purses, since we'd surely have to bribe our way through into Whiterun Hold. Instead, we'd take a mountain pass to bypass Valtheim entirely and emerge on a safer part of the road. 

 

As we continued along the mountain path, we came across fire-blackened ruins of what must once have been a small hamlet. Edippa shook her head in dismay.

 

"Too many sights like this these days," she whispered.

 

"The civil war?" I asked.

 

"Maybe," Edippa answered, "but just as likely bandits, slavers, Thalmor heretic-hunters, pick your poison. The grip of the Jarls is slipping, and everywhere law recedes something else comes to fill its place. Darkness descending on the world, indeed. It'll be good to be safe behind... wait, do you hear that?"

 

I paused, trying to concentrate. There was... something. A distant sound of metal on metal, and the hiss of a blacksmith's billows. And it was coming closer. 

 

"What...?"

 

Edippa turned in the direction of the sound, worry creasing her face. "Lady guide us... draw your sword, daughter." 

 

Then I saw the source of the noise. A metal ball, half the height of a man, rolling towards us with puffs of steam escaping from thin seams along its curvature. As it drew closer, it unfolded, revealing... a thing. Skinny like a puppet, all polished bronze, it might have looked comical but from the deadly looking crossbow and spear attached to its arms. Quickly I pulled forth my sword, preparing to defend myself. Edippa too was preparing to fight, readying the war maul she'd liberated from Shroud Hearth Barrow.

 

I barely managed to block a crossbow bolt with my shield before leaping back to avoid a spear thrust. Clearly this abomination had an unhealthy interest in me - but fortunately it seemed less intent on Edippa, and she struck it hard near the base of its spine with her hammer. Something broke with a shower of sparks, and black oil spurted forth from some severed inner part. I parried another blow, but the machine was already slowing. With a second blow, Edippa broke off one of its wheels, and it fell to the ground motionless.

 

 

"What... was that?"

 

Edippa considered it carefully. "A dwarven soldier... though I've never seen one wander so far from their ruins."

 

"Dwarven?" I asked. "I thought they were all gone from this world?"

 

"Aye, they are. But the dwarves built machines to fight their battles for them, all left behind when they vanished. This is one of them. We should proceed with caution, in case more of them are about."

 

Thereafter, we took a slower pace, making sure to check our surroundings for any further dangers. After a time, Edippa beckoned me to stop.

 

"Here's the hidden path," she said, pointing to a fern-strewn break in the trees. "We'll turn off the path and follow the gap in the woods, till we hit the snow line. Then the path will be clear. Be ready to pull your cloak tight if the wind picks up." 

 

I nodded in affirmation, but considered her with a cautious eye. "What about you? That robe won't stop much wind."

 

She smiled indulgently, answering, "don't worry about me. My Nord blood and temple training will make the chill seem as nothing. Come on, let's try and make the far side of the pass before night falls."

 

We crested the mountain pass just as twilight started to set in. Far from the bandits who haunted the main road, our only companions on the trek were a small herd of mountain goats. Reaching a clear vantage point, I looked down to see a distant fortress.

 

 

"Behold Whiterun," Edippa said. "Skyrim's neutral center, and the prize that might upset the balance of the civil war. I know we spoke of hiring a carriage straight away, but with the light fast failing we may want to stop over for the night. Besides, I know a few people in Whiterun who I should introduce you to... and I know the Jarl's registrar, who can help you sort out your papers."

 

Our descent took us a few more hours, and by the end it seemed that the ground grew more and more free from snow with each step. At last, we reached the road that would take us all the way west to Whiterun. But we also saw an eerie sight.

 

"Look, daughter," Edippa whispered. 

 

A small hill rose on the far side of the road, just north of where we stood. Like twinkling stars, candles ringed the center... and a robed figure stood at the peak, performing some intricate rite over an altar.

 

"I smell death," she added. "Necromancy. I don't know what's happening here, but we have to put a stop to it."

 

After my experience in the barrow, I didn't offer any objection. I had no patience for workers of dark magic. I nodded once to her, and wordlessly we crept up the path towards the candlelit summit. As we approached, we heard voices speaking unfamiliar tongues and watched as swirling, purple light enveloped the altar. All around it, skeletal shapes rose, moving with deathless purpose. Unseen as we were, we continued our careful approach. 

 

Then a twig snapped under my iron boot and a reedy voice called out in the common tongue. "Is someone there?"

 

I stayed silent, trusting in the evening gloom to hide me. For a moment, a humanoid figure was highlighted against the starry sky, and I prepared to draw my bow, but after a moment of searching, the shape turned away and back towards the direction of the altar. With greater care yet, we continued our approach, I crouching low, bow drawn, Edippa silently pushing through the tall grass on her hands and knees. 

 

At last, we reached the top to discover a gory sight. Two butchered corpses, hacked to pieces, lay in pools of blood. Black cloaked, I felt certain that these were the necromancers who had summoned these monsters. Felling as many as I could with my bow, we then charged forth and smashed the skeletons to bits. Half expecting them to rise once more to battle, we stayed on guard for some time before finally accepting our victory.

 

 

"Fools," Edippa muttered, "they tempted forces they did not understand." 

 

I could only nod in silent agreement. We searched the ill-fated necromancers for any clues to their purpose, but found no hints - though we did retrieve a pair of books that Edippa said with confidence were spell tomes.

 

"You know, daughter," she said, "If you put your mind to it I imagine you could learn some magical spells. It might be something wise to set your mind to."

 

I thought on that. I'd never considered that I might be able to work magic. Though... if Dibella had indeed chosen me, perhaps I had hidden talents I'd yet to discover. I slipped the books into my travel bag, offering, "You... might be right. When we're in a less perilous spot, I'll give these books some study and see if I can learn a thing or two. But... this... what is this?"

 

I pointed at a carved stone at the back of the ritual circle. Tapering towards the sky, ancient carvings snaked across it in swirling patterns. 

 

"A doomstone," Edippa said, "standing stones erected by the ancients. It's said their power is long spent..."

 

As she spoke, I touched the stone, running my finger along its curves, and... it shuddered.

 

"Daughter, what did you do?" Edippa asked, more curious than alarmed. 

 

"I don't know, I just..."

 

Before I could finish, the stone trembled again, and I felt my limbs growing heavier. I staggered, falling to my knees, even as my armor felt looser, as if the straps were sliding free... and they were, for a moment later my breastplate clattered to the ground, quickly followed by the rest of my garments. Now naked, argent light bathed me as the stone came to life with magical power. 

 

From within its depths, a column of smooth, marbled stones emerged from a hidden crevice, pushing out towards me. 

 

"What! What? Mother?"

 

"Amazing," she gasped, "the doomstone is awakened. Quickly, daughter, draw the spheres of power into your body."

 

"What?!" I asked, substantially more alarmed than before.

 

"The doomstone is offering you its power. Quickly, relax your back passage and accept the spheres. Do not deny this blessing!"

 

Doing my best to line up the pole and relax, I pushed down on the first sphere.

 

"It won't fit!" I protested. 

 

Edippa crouched down, spitting on her palm. First, she massaged the sphere, and slid first one, then two of her fingers into my rear end. I gasped in surprise, not expecting the prompt and businesslike penetration. Before I could protest, I felt a third finger enter, each slick with Edippa's spit.

 

"Stop squeezing, daughter. Relax." As she said it, Edippa slid her fingers back and forth, gradually spreading them. "Now, push back. You're all lined up. You can do this."

 

I did as she said, gasping and then crying out as the first sphere slowly, painfully passed my anus and entered my inner spaces.

 

"Well done, daughter, you've done the hardest part. Now keep going. Accept all the spheres of power. Accept the doomstone's blessing."

 

Edippa stood back and watched as with great effort I slowly pushed my way back on the spheres. The second, then the third, and then the fourth entered me, each with a little less resistance than the last, but then with a sharp pang I could take no more.

 

"I'm full, I can't take any more," I despaired.

 

"No, daughter, it's all right. You just need to twist to your left. There's a turn in your guts you need to get around. Put a hand on your left hip and twist that way."

 

I followed her instructions, bracing my right hand and twisting as far left as I could. The pain grew ever slightly, and then I felt a visceral pop as the sphere passed the bend and entered deeper than anything had gone that way before. I gasped in relief and... pleasure. I felt so full, like I was being hugged from the inside, and I rocked backwards to take not just the fifth sphere but the sixth. My mouth hanging open, I let out a long groan and suddenly felt a powerful release of pressure I hadn't realized had been building up. Shuddering, I felt my loins contract tightly, squeezing spurts of fluid out of my body to spatter on the ground below me. 

 

 

I readied to push down onto the seventh sphere, but it was already entering me. By now my anus was completely relaxed, and rather than pain it felt like a gentle massage as the stone orb entered my body. My clitoris ached now, fully erect and pressing against its hood, and as the final sphere entered my body another intense orgasm ripped through me. 

 

The stone, however, was not done, pushing deeper still into my body. I felt my hidden, inner parts shifting as the rigid probe rearranged my guts to fit its shape. Finally it stopped, and with a long breath I felt my whole lower body contract as another spurt of liquid shot out onto the stone below me. For a moment, I lost my grip and slipped, but the pole was so deep in my body now that I did not fall down, staying - albeit uncomfortably - suspended. With a shout of surprise at the sudden pressure in my guts and against the inside of my spine, I braced myself again, but with my right hand I felt my belly. I could feel some of the spheres, and they were so, so deep inside me. 

 

Then the power flooded in. For a moment, it was like I was on fire. I cried out, in equal parts pain and pleasure, and then felt the spheres moving again. They pulled back, first out of my guts, and then seven of them all the way out of my body, before re-entering me once, then twice more. At the extreme of each plunge, another wave of heat ran through me. At last, the spheres withdrew entirely, and I feel bonelessly to the ground, lying senseless amongst the destroyed skeletons. 

 

The silver light faded slowly, the stone returning to its cold, inert state. I could only shudder helplessly, stunned by the powerful magic... and by the deep intrusion into my body. I felt my bowels emptying as my guts returned to their natural shape and the pressure in my body equalized. Too senseless to do anything, I could only lie there, drool running from my mouth and tears from my eyes. 

 

Edippa pulled me away from the pile of bones with care, cleaning me with rags torn from the necromancer's cloak before wrapping me in my furs and patting me on my head. 

 

"You never cease to amaze me, daughter. Rest now. You did well. Rest."

 

Needing little special encouragement, I feel fast into a dreamless slumber.

 

Troubleshooting / Conflict Resolution

Draugr Rape PTSD

In a 'deleted scene' that was not part of last time's narrative story, immediately after finishing the big boss fight in the barrow, Kirsti drank from a bottle of wine and triggered a Sexlab Pheromones event (tangentially, it's worth noting that my SLP MCM was set up wrong and this experience prompted me to update the settings to more appropriate values). Four Draugr appeared and bum-rushed Kirsti, staggering her and proceeding to have their way with her and Edippa. For unknown reasons, after the event ended, Kirsti continued delivering dialogue lines expressing her outrage and hatred for Draugr. This continued indefinitely and persisted past saving, exiting, and reloading.

 

Review of the SLP plugin file did not reveal those dialogue lines as part of it's contents, so it doesn't appear the SLP is the source of this dialogue. A cursory search of other 'likely suspects' also didn't immediately reveal what mod was providing this, so I had little choice but to export all the dialogue in my mod stack to a text file and search it that way. This took a while, but revealed the dialogue's partial form ID.

 

 

As you can see here, we don't have the mod's name or load order index, but we have the rest of the form ID. Fortunately, if we scroll up a bit we can find a line item in the same mod that has a quest ID associated with it:

 

 

...and there it is: Sexist Guards is the source of the looping dialogue.

 

 

Reviewing the MCM for Sexist Guards revealed a reset switch for its dialogue quests; hitting that stopped the looping dialogue. We'll need to keep an eye on SLP in the future to see if this happens again; if so, this might warrant a bug report to the two mods' authors. For now, however, I'm content to write it off as an unexpected mod interaction and move forward.