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Power Overload (Kirstia's Adventure, Chapter 11)


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As the door to Bothela's cellar shut behind us, I had a sudden realization: I'd again completely forgotten to read the note I'd received the night before. 

 

"What's that?" Edippa asked as I pulled the papers out of my satchel.

 

"A man handed me this note last night. I meant to read it over breakfast, but I got distracted."

 

Edippa barked out a quick laugh, "distracted, eh, daughter? Is that what you call it now?"

 

I shrugged, "I mean, I'm not wrong, am I? But here, read it with me if you're curious." 

 

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"Well, that's vague," Edippa commented after reading the hastily scrawled single line on the note. "And why the shrine of Talos? Wasn't it demolished years ago?"

 

Jenassa injected, "not demolished, not. Just shut up away from curious eyes. But probably not the wisest place to visit on a whim. I'm sure the guards watch it closely."

 

"You've both danced around the idea that we're being watched and can't talk freely," I said, lowering my voice. "How about we find a remote spot where we can speak freely. I think you owe me an explanation."

 

Edippa pointed towards a distant tree, seated on a spit of stone overlooking the market.

 

"Over there," she suggested, "it has some privacy and there's no good place to snoop." 

 

"I like it," I said. It took us a little while to find a safe path up to the overhang, but once we finally got there I settled down to take in the view.

 

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"Can I ask you a question?" Jenassa said as she settled down next to me.

 

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

 

"Normally I wouldn't ask, but you don't seem likely to get embarrassed. How did you get that scar on your bottom?"

 

"I'm not sure I know what you mean?"

 

Jenassa laughed, "Really, you never noticed it? Whenever your cheeks are flushed - like right now, as it happens - there's a thin scar that runs down your left buttock. It's hard to miss because it doesn't turn red like the skin around it."

 

I was a little agog at that. "I had no idea."

 

Edippa laughed, "daughter, you need to know your body better I think."

 

"Well, mother, you're doing a fine job helping me with that problem, aren't you," I shot back. "But in truth, I think I know where I got it. When I was barely of age, I was exploring a cave outside town. It turned out that near the back, a wall had caved in and linked up with some kind of underground ruin. I snuck around for a while, before I snapped a tripwire and barely rolled out of the way from a scything blade. I ran back home fast as I could, but by then I'd bled all over my trousers. The healer stopped the bleeding, but my backside hurt for days. The scar you see must be left over from that."

 

"But you two are distracting me again," I grieved. "You have to explain to me what's going on here. What's this business with the Silver-Bloods, the Jarl, the Temple, the Forsworn, all of it."

 

"oh, here we go," Jenassa groaned.

 

"Daughter, get comfortable, because this will take a little while." 

 

Edippa laid it all out: twenty-five years ago, Jarl Hrolfdir returned to battle King Madanach, with the armies of Ulfric Stormcloak at his side. He'd promised Stormcloak a free city where he could worship Talos in exchange for restoring the Jarldom. Hrolfdir died in the battle, but Ulfric captured Madanach and routed the Forsworn. After condemning Madanach to a living death in the silver mines, Hrolfdir's son Igmond - the current Jarl - went back on his pledge to Ulfric and cast the Stormcloaks out of the city, before inviting the Thalmor to send advisors and pledging renewed loyalty to the High King in Solitude. In the years since, the Silver-Blood family's lucrative mines have increasingly fueled the city's budget, and in exchange the Jarl has increasingly funneled prisoners into slavery under the Silver-Blood yoke. 

 

Edippa had not been present in the city during this period, but she knew that Mother Caecilia had worked hard to temper the worst influence of the Thalmor and the Silver-Bloods, helping Jarl Igmond find a balanced path. 

 

"Now," Edippa finished, "it seems that in Caecilia's absence, greater issues have drawn Mother Hamal's attention, probably not least of them the need to replace the Sybil. That vacuum has let Igmond off the leash, so to speak. It is a perilous time for anyone who lacks the power or the friends to ensure their safety... and their freedom."

 

"And the Forsworn? How do they fit into all of this?"

 

"Those fur clad savages you see in the hills are all that remains of Madanach's once proud legions. They never truly surrendered, living off the land and raising a new generation that hopes to reclaim the throne. But their king is gone, probably long dead, and they simply lack the materiel to mount a true siege. What's more, they're the one group that every armed force in Skyrim shares a common hatred for: the Stormcloaks out of long and bitter grudge, for had they not felled Hrolfdir, Ulfric might have has his Talos-worshipping haven. The Empire, at the behest of the Crown of Solitude in support of Jarl Igmond. The Thalmor... for reasons only they can truly fathom. Sometimes I wonder if they're allowed to survive only as a self-replenishing source of slaves for the Silver-Blood family, such is the wretched life they live."

 

Jenassa had mostly just nodded in agreement as Edippa spoke, but now she added: "Your mother has the right of it, though unlike her I've been here a few times during that period. In the early days after the war, it wasn't so bad. What you're seeing here is the consequence of years of slow chipping away at the peoples' freedoms and safety. Once there were courts of law, protections guaranteed by the Thanes, even sympathetic Imperial legates who argued, like the coins say, that the law is sacred. All that has slowly fallen away. The Temple was the last thing holding back the flood. It would behoove us to tread carefully here - and by that I mean 'don't casually walk into the shrine of Talos like you own the place.' This note reeks of important things unsaid and dangers concealed."

 

That made a lot of sense to me. I was curious, but not so curious that I wanted to throw caution to the wind. 

 

"I feel like he gave me that note for a reason, and I'm curious. But you're right," I confessed. "What do you suggest?" 

 

"For now? Do nothing. Carry on as you were doing before. Earn the trust - and protection - of the temple. Don't let a stranger rush you into peril." 

 

"What do you think, mother? I'm afraid if we don't do something then that man will just disappear and I'll never find out what this is all about."

 

Edippa frowned. "The smart thing is probably to let that happen. Stay out of trouble and focus on your quest. But I don't think you'll take that advice, will you."

 

I wanted to tell her she was wrong, but... she wasn't. At length I shook my head. "No, I don't want this mystery hanging over me."

 

"Then all you can do is try to be inconspicuous. Carry on your duties today, then after night falls, we can investigate the shrine."

 

Jenassa added, "if you insist on doing this, your mother is right. The whole enterprise is much safer if we can do it out of the view of prying eyes."

 

"Then we're decided," I announced. "Let's continue with our collections for now, then get our answers tonight. Mother, any recommendations for where to seek donations next?"

 

Edippa thoughts on that, then said, "outside the walls is a small farm and a town where many of the miners live. I think you might find many willing donors there."

 

Our destination agreed, we left our perch and work out way down towards the gates. Seeing just the man I was looking for, I called out,

 

"You, Breton," I slapped my fingers against my now hairless mound, wiggling it around a little and making my hood ride up over my clitoris, "happy now?"

 

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Visibly taken aback by my bold greeting, the man seemed like he had nothing to say for a long while. Finally, he snapped his mouth shut and scowled at me.

 

"You've got quite a mouth on you, bitch. Just put your toll in the box and stop bothering me."

 

I paid my toll - without any bogus surcharge - and walked out the gates without a look in the other direction. Once I was clear I realized my heart was beating fast, though I'm not sure if it was from anxiety, from excitement, or both. Probably both, if I had to guess.

 

"That was unwise," Jenassa said as the gate shut firmly behind us. "You shouldn't provoke people like him. Small men with the means to foist their power over you."

 

I thought on that. "Yes, you're right. It felt good, but it was still foolish. I'm glad I have you - not just for your sword but also for your good advice."

 

Barely before we reached the bottom of the grand staircase, I saw a traveler approaching: an Argonian woman with vivid orange scales. I waved to her and we exchanged a few words. Her name was Wander-Lust, and she seemed full of happiness and optimism. When I explained my task, she eagerly agreed - not just to make a donation, but to, as she put it, help with my training.

 

I was somewhat surprised to discover, as she removed her dress, that the Argonian posessed a rather large penis - and not the alien looking organ that my attacker from the Warrens had, but one that, but for the scales along its shaft, looked very human. She led me to a table where an Imperial soldier was repairing a damaged shield, motioning to him.

 

"Hey, soldier, want to help me loosen up this neophyte? I hear she needs an extra large sausage for lunch."

 

It didn't take much convincing to get the soldier out of his armor, and between the two of them they lay me down on the table where the dented shield has sat a moment ago. Tugging at my hair, the soldier pulled my head back and laid it fast swelling cock sideways across my lips. At the same time, I felt Wander-Lust's talons spreading me open before her scaled member started to slide into me. I feared the first back-stroke, expecting the scales to catch at my delicate folds, but instead it slid out - and then back in - effortlessly, as if it was clad in the finest, softest leather.

 

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I licked and nibbled at the soldier's penis while Wander-Lust slowly plunged in and out of me, taking a luxurious tempo to her fucking that slowly heated me with a growing hunger. Aparently satisfied that I had brought him to full attention, the soldier pulled back a bit and angled his cock into my mouth. I sucked at the hot member, pinching ever so slightly with my teeth each time he pushed in, so that his foreskin drew back, and his moist tip drew a line of salty, barely metallic warmth along my tongue. 

 

At length, the soldier finished turning so he was fully perpendicular to me. He now pushed deep into me, only withdrawing a few inches before beginning his next thrust. His sack having grown loose in spire of the cool wind, the man's testicles slapped loosely against my face as his rough pubic hair ground into my chin. I tried not to gag as he probed the depths of my throat, forcing myself to swallow as thick fluids ran down my throat, a feeling not unlike having a nasty, drippy cold. Each time I swallowed, the man shuddered, and I realized he was enjoying this a great deal. 

 

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Meanwhile, Wander-Lust had hugged my knees, pushing them back as she drove the full length of her penis into me. Penetrated on both sides, there was little I could do but wait until they released. And soon they did, each in close succession. Swallowing the legionnaire's as fast as I could before it choked me, I felt the Argonian's semen pump into my vagina in hot, languid spurts. This continued for a few more repetitions until each of my partners withdrew and I bonelessly rolled over on the table, trying to catch my breath. Finally, after a moment a rest, I felt Wander-Lust swat me on the rear.

 

"Blessed Be Dibella," she intoned, "I love this city." 

 

Jenassa shook her head from her vantage point, "I don't know how you do it," she drawled.

 

"Ugh," I agreed, "I'm not sure I know how I do it either sometimes." 

 

Staggering back to my feet, I steadied myself and then started down the path towards the farmland outside the city. The road was in good condition and the weather clear, so it was a pleasant walk. Finally reaching the Salvius farm, I greeted the women working the fields and learned that several of them were refugees fleeing the civil war elsewhere in Skyrim. They didn't have much, but they all made small donations to the temple, and I accepted their kisses and embraces with grace while Edippa watched approvingly. 

 

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Things got a little rougher when the men returned from their heavier labor to find out the source of the commotion, but unlike the experience I had over breakfast, most of them were content to just touch or the pleasure themselves while watching their womenfolk caress my body. I had mixed feelings about this. I knew that this more respectful interaction was a sign of reverence, and proof that these people were faithful worshippers of Dibella (or at least of the Eight Divines). On the other hand, seeing those men pleasuring themselves made my back passage itch in anticipation. The Argonian woman had only been interested in my moist canal, leaving my anus unstimulated and wanting.

 

As if drawn to my need, one last woman approached me. Still youthful-looking but for her white hair, it did not take long to see this woman was a mage, for as she beckoned me close, parting the white curls of her pubic hair to invite me to lick along her slit, I felt a tingling, electric presence behind me. The first pushed slowly into my vagina and then, making my heart leap with excitement, another thick apparition forced its way past my anus. As I licked, the woman's glowing left hand seemed to manipulate the conjured phalluses the way a puppeteer moves her marionette. 

 

And this was exactly what I needed. Since I started exploring it as a place for pleasure, the sensation of anal loving has been different than what I draw from my vagina or my clitoris. Instead of the building tension and explosive release, the sensation from my rear is like the relief of scratching the world's most intense itch. So pleasant and relaxing under the best of circumstances, this magical penetration added an addition tingling feeling that only heightened my excitement. At first, once the mage had entered me, she stayed within, pumping back and forth, but between licks I raised my head and whispered to her, "pull it all the way out and then push it back in."

 

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She assented, entering my rear in longer strokes, and each time the construct left me I clenched tight, making it force its way into me. Its tapered end had little friction to it, and it still easily pushed its way in, and the way it scratched my inner itch... oh, even remembering it now as I tell you this story, I can feel myself getting wet. 

 

And make no mistake, I worked hard to return the sensation pleasure for pleasure. With my hands I lifted her hips, pushing my face into her perfumed mound, the aged hairs wispy and soft like strands of silk against my nose. Not content to just lick at her, I wiggled my lips down onto her and suckled at her clitoris as if it was a third nipple. With each stroke I sucked at her hard, and soon I could feel my chin wetting as the woman started to succumb to her own ecstasy. The glow from her hands intensified and I began to sense shadowy figures surrounding us, as if our passion was drawing spirits out of their aethereal hiding places. 

 

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The mage climaxed once, then again, and I began to taste a musky sweetness on my lower lip as creamy fluid started to leak from the glands hidden in her secret places. With a loud cry, she raised her right hand, also glowing with power, and both of her conjured phalluses plowed deep in my, all the way to their hilts. Wrapping her legs around my head, she pulled me in tight while squeezing my head between her thighs. I heard applause around me, clearly a sign that the onlookers were impressed with the magic show. Unexpected, but perhaps not surprising in retrospect, I also heard Edippa cheering me on.

 

"Amazing, daughter, amazing!" she called in a breathy voice. 

 

Just when I thought the woman was going to break my neck with her thighs, both of the magical appendages pushed all the way into me and stayed there, crackling with power. My clitoris felt like it was going to tear free of its hood and explode. I gave one final, powerful suck on the woman's clitoris and she threw back her head in a screaming moan, just in time for me in turn to release her and cry out as a tidal wave of pleasure surged up my spine and into my heart. My head swimming, I went limp, falling onto the mage's hot belly and lying there for... a time. Five, ten minutes? I'm not sure.

 

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When I set out on the day's expedition, I had planned on visiting the small mining town outside the wall as well, but by the time I was done at Salvius Farm, I don't think I could take any more pleasures for the rest of the day, so we gathered up the offerings we'd received and made our way back to the Silver-Blood Inn for dinner. 

 

As we returned to the city, I started to feel a headache - and by the time I sat down to dig into an evening meal of buttered catfish I was starting to get double vision.

 

"Mother," I mumbled, "I don't feel... so good."

 

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"Poor thing," she said, "I think you had a little too much magic for your own good. Tell me what you're feeling, maybe I can help."

 

"Headache," I mumbled, "really bad, it's throbbing with my heartbeat. I can't see straight, 'cuz if I keep my eyes open it feels like they're going to pop out of my head. And my ass is burning, like I ate something too peppery the night before."

 

"Let me feel your forehead," she said, letting the back of her hand touch me just above my eyes. "Oh, Divines, you're burning up. It's that mage's fault, I'm sure. She pumped so much power into you - anyone else it would have flowed right through, but you just stored it up."

 

After a moment, she seemed to get an idea. "Alright," she said, producing a jug of water from her travel pack, "start drinking. Let's get it out of your system." 

 

I dutifully obliged, just sipping first, and then drinking deeper at Edippa's urging. Finally it was empty, and I almost tottered out of my chair before Jenassa caught me. 

 

"You're OK," she said, "I've got you."

 

"Good, daughter, that's good. Now come over here and lie down by the fire."

 

I did as she said, blearing in and out of wakefulness until I started to feel a new pang, low in my belly. 

 

"Mother," I whispered, "I have to pee."

 

"Good, very good," Edippa said. "Now let's get some of that magic out of her. Come on, up you go."

 

Jenassa and Edippa led me into a back room. As the Dunmer helped me keep my feet, Edippa laid her water jug down on the bricks of the room's hearth before fitting a funnel into the head.

 

"Alright, daughter, you'll feel better in no time. Just let out your water right here," she said, pointing to the funnel.

 

"Nah, na, no... chamberpot," I mumbled.

 

"Nonsense, daughter, don't let that concentrated magical power go to waste. Into the jug, come on."

 

After a few more barely coherent words of protest, I squatted down and started filling the bottle. As my bladder emptied, the headache started to subside and my vision cleared. I also started to feel sick to my stomach, and I had to dash to a nearby pail to disgorge the buttered catfish from whence it had came. 

 

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Edippa removed the funnel in a fluid motion and worked a cork snugly into place at the neck of the bottle. Meanwhile, I rolled on the floor cradling my tender stomach.

 

"Is she going to be alright?" I heard Jenassa asked.

 

Mother just laughed. "She'll be fine, dear, though I imagine she'll need a few minutes to regain her senses fully. 

 

That was certainly true. While in the waking world I was dealing with terrible cramps in my guts and pain in my stomach, in my own mind I was lost in a fantasy world. I imagined that I was in front of the heart, astride something akin to a child's see saw. With each downward stroke, however, a wooden rod, reinforced with fat metal ribs, forced its way into my guts, then pulled its way out on the upswing. Each time it pulled out, I felt it was jerking and pulling roughly at my insides, and a new wave of cramps would hit, then my own weight would carry me back down, pushing into me until it felt like I'd been kicked in the bottom of my stomach.

 

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With each stroke, I was able to push a little higher, and then ride the seesaw down for an even deeper penetration. I have no idea why my imagination thought I would want to keep doing this, since even in my dream it was terribly painful, but for whatever reason I persisted. 

 

As the dream progressed, I imagined the patrons watching and applauding, and then I looked to the right and saw my mother had joined them, her face beaming with pride as she cheered each new, further metal knob I took into myself as I fell to earth.

 

You may have noticed, by the way, that I'm referring to her as 'my mother' now instead of as 'Edippa.' That's not a slip of my tongue, but rather its by design. Until now, on some level, I was still playing a game with her, but as she soothed me and took away the magical overload that was causing me such pain, I really started to accept her as my mother. My 'new' mother, perhaps, but I it was definitely this night where I started to feel a real sense of filial piety towards her. 

 

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The vision continued for a long time, until everything smeared into a blur. Then gradually, I regained my focus on the world, and found myself laying on my side as Jenassa offered me the pail, which I'd apparently been vomiting into on and off for some time. Shaking my head, I steadied myself and rolled onto my knees.

 

With a raw through I muttered, "I... I think I'm feeling better. Just need to rest for a while by the fire." And then, realizing I hadn't shown any gratitude, "thank you, Jenassa. Thank you for being there for me."

 

Wiping at the thick tears that were running down my face, I kept working on getting my breathing under control until, after much effort, I started to feel more settled. My mind still felt like it was racing, but not in as much confusion as before. 

 

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Soon, I felt strong enough to stand, and worked my way to my feet. 

 

"Ah," I started, coughed, then tried again, "I think I'm about done for this day. Let's see what that shrine's hiding, then get back to the temple. I need, I think, a very long sleep after that."

 

Edippa frowned at that suggestion. "Daughter, you don't have to go to the shrine. Forget that strange man, focus on your quest."

 

I shook my head insistently, however, "I know you mean me well, mother, but I'm certain I'm meant to go there. Please just trust me."

 

Reluctantly, she agreed, and we made our way out of the inn. It was raining when we exited, though the water only chilled me for a moment before the heat radiating off of the city's various pipes and machines brought me back to a comfortable temperature. Looking at the way mother's light clothes - to say nothing of Jenassa's - were clinging to their bodies, I counted myself lucky to be bare skinned. 

 

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Jenassa took the lead then, helping us navigate through a series of alleys and back ways until we reached the shrine of Talos. Whatever sign or marker had announced it before was gone - now it simply stood as a plain stone door, with no hint of what lay behind it. Cautiously, I opened the door and slipped inside.

 

Motes of dust were slowly falling from the long-undisturbed upper galleries of the shrine, catching in the light in a pretty display - though also one that made me feel an intense urge to sneeze. 

 

"Careful," whispered Jenassa, "look at how the dust settles. It had already been disturbed when we opened this door. We are not alone here."

 

Heeding her warning, I slowed my steps, walking gently and watching for any sign of danger. 

 

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And then, as entered the shrine proper, I saw a man. I wasn't sure of his identity until I heard his voice, which proved who he was: the mystery man from the night before.

 

"I'm sorry to drag you into Markarth's problems," he said apologetically.

 

"Explain yourself," Jenassa growled.

 

"I didn't want to involve you, but after the attack in the market I'm running out of time." looking to me, he said, "you're an outsider. You have dangerous-looking friends. You'll do."

 

His brusque tone surprised me. "What do you mean, 'I'll do'? I think you owe me some answers."

 

"You want answers?" he shot back, "well so do I. So does everyone in Markarth. A man went crazy in the market, makes sure everyone knows he's Forsworn, and the guards do nothing. Just stand around and... clean up the mess."

 

"And what do you expect me to do?"

 

"This has been going on for years. Nothing but murder and blood, over and over again. I want to find out what really happened. But I need help. I need your help. Please, find out who was behind the attack - behind Weylin and the Forsworn - and I'll pay you well. I promise."

 

I was skeptical, but I questioned the man further. I learned that the assassin was a man named Weylin, a 'worker' - slave, really - at the silver smelting works. The murdered woman was an outsider, a long-term patron at the Silver-Blood Inn. The man, Eltrys, explained at length that the first murders happened when he was a boy, right after the final battle of the Reach Rebellion. At the time, Eltrys' father owned one of the silver mines. Then one day the guards told his mother that a madman had killed Eltrys' father. The guards never followed it up further, they said everyone knew the killer was part of the Forsworn and left it at that. 

 

The longer we talked, the more anxious Eltrys became, and at length he said he could speak no longer. We parted ways then, though I made no promises to him. In my heart, though, I felt as if I needed to help him, and silently I resolved to put an end to this mystery.

 

Troubleshooting and Conflict Resolution

Skyrim At War Script Pileup

During this session, we encountered a cohort of Imperial soldiers from Skyrim at War, who proceeded to go out and have a big battle with the Forsworn. This resulted in a huge script pileup that led to all kinds of strange things, such as scenes getting desynchronized, eviscerated corpses starting orgies, and all sorts of general mayhem including my character reaching "+99 arousal per minute" that made it essentially impossible for her to function. 

 

This isn't an issue that I can really fix without starting a new game, but SAW has already caused some issues during preliminary testing with spawning too many NPCs in the vicinity of Markarth. I don't want to offload the mod entirely, but it looks like I'll have to go in and trim out at least a few of its group spawns in the Reach before the next playthrough. 

 

For now, we've temporarily blocked arousal on Kirsti and we'll probably need to eventually turn off her Exhibitionist flag and instead manually disable her cover animations, since the large number of NPCs seeing her naked are just making her way too excited.

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