Hey, it’s Destana.  Last time I joined the Forsworn.  My goal here is to make peace with the Reachmen and put an end to this neverending war.  My ulterior motive to trying to make the Forsworn a full part of Skyrim is having them to help us fight the Thalmor in the coming invasion.  It’s day 10 of 14 (til my wedding with Ulfric) and of 30ish (until the time imbalance corrects itself and the Thalmor attack).

I woke up again, after having gotten my last tattoo from a Forsworn tattoo lady, about 10 am.  I threw on my Forsworn gear to make myself feel like part of the group, then found Katalia near the Sacred Tree. 

 

“How’s the flesh?” She joked.

“Well, it’s no beef,” I smiled, “And I don’t think I’ve ever eaten in human form.  Usually I’m in a frenzy.”

She didn’t seem to pay much attention to that statement when she said, “Well, now you’re a Marses tribe member.  Welcome, sister!  Armin’s our leader.  You should talk to him about work.”

“You know some shaman spells, right?” I asked.

“Yeah.  I know most the basics.  I’m just waiting for the shaman test to advance to full shaman.  You’re a mage, right?”

“How could you tell?” I asked.

 

“I dunno.  Just a feeling, I guess.  The fact that you said you knew unlocking, and teleportation,” she smiled excitedly, “I wonder if you’re good enough that you could take the test with me?  I’ll show you Spriggan Spray.  It’s the basic spell of Primal and Koldun.  And, well… bugs are fascinating, so it was my first spell.”

She took the time to teach it to me, as it seemed most Forsworn didn’t learn their art from books, but word of mouth, and I learned to conjure little bugs to annoy and poison targets.  It was no elemental bolt, but it was a building block to understanding their way of spellcasting.

“You’re a natural.  Oh, and I can show you the most basic teleportation spells.  The only two I know,” she said, then she showed me how to teleport to the Sacred Tree we were standing at, and the stone she’d ported to earlier.  Then she gave me a Mehir fragment, “This makes it possible without much training.”

I was pretty happy.  If I could teleport to most the holds, and eventually all the Forsworn sacred sites, I could zip around to any battle anytime.  A man named Brenus (who’d bothered me on the way in) also bothered me on the way out, “Hey cutie, wanna sleep in my tent tonight?”

I sighed, “I barely know you dude.  Step off.”

“Sorry.  Maybe next time,” Brenus said.  He seemed sad.  And you know I’m quite the busybody/solver of problems.

“Hey guy, you seem lonely.”

 

“Well, I am.  My wife died and now I don’t have anybody.  You seem so exotic.  I figured you miss every target you don’t shoot.”

“I like your attitude!  I’m not looking for any more committed relationships though.  Would you like me to try and set you up with someone?”

“Really?  That’d be great!” Brenus replied.  My bear friend was just sleeping on a random table, so I told him to stand guard and went off to find Armin.  I used the Mehir (you don’t need to use the spell if you just touch them) and walked back to the camp where I’d found him originally, encountering a group of Adventurers and an Ogre.

The adventurers attacked me.  Seeing a forsworn alone seemed like easy pickings, I imagined, but they didn’t know what they were dealing with.  I snagged a set of Dragonbone Claws from one of the guys, and decided it went with my look more than a knightly sword, for now.  I’d started making a point of picking up a lot more stray armor I found on my many assailants so I could hand them off to the Stormcloaks/Standing Army, or use the High Alchemy spell and transmute them into gold for myself.

 

This was my first encounter with an Ogre since they’d started crossing the border from Cyrodiil, and they reminded me of Giants in level of strength.

Once I found Armin, I said, “You wanted to see me once I settled in, right, Chief?”

“Yes.  You might’ve joined a tribe, but I want to see if you’re a useless stomach to feed,” Armin replied.  I could swear he was sneering, but his mask entirely covered up his face, “We’re going on a hunt.  Follow me.  This is your chance to prove to me what you’ve got.”

He took me and a group of young warriors down a bunch of winding paths, finally ending up at a small version of the Sacred Tree overlooking a farm house.

“Everyone’s here?  Alright, open your ears.  We’re here to see if you’re useless stomachs,” Armin said.

Orell patted his belly, “Stomachs are always useful!”

“He means useless, like you’re a worthless mouth to fee, dumbass,” Styr said.

Yngride added, “I’m ready!  They invade our lands and profane our sacred places.  This time, we’re the hunters.”

Styr sneered, “You talk big.  But you’ll give them some of your ginger cunt, just like this Redguard over here.”

Yngride growled, “You still dream about me, don’t you?  Touch me and I’ll make your cock into a necklace.”

Armin waved his Glass Greatsword, “Shut up!  You see those stupid Nords, near our sacred tree?  They’re our prey.  I warned them about defiling it.  Not they’re going to pay with their lives.  This path is their only exit.”

 

There was a farmer, his wife, and his daughter.  Having some sort of lunch around the sacred tree, maybe?

I ran forward with the others.  It wasn’t always really my way to kill without what I thought were good reasons, though I had killed people for less.  I will admit, I threw out a FUS and knocked the farmer off the cliff, but he only bounced once before he hit the water.  The wife was slaughtered by the rest of them – hey, I did my best.  And when I walked back over, Armin had cornered the daughter and was waiting for us.

“What should we do, recruits?”

Orell said, “We should have fun with her before we kill her.”

“Of course, you would say that,” Yngride said, “We should just kill her.”

Styr said, “How about we let her go?  She can spread the word that we’re not putting up with this shit anymore.  Carry it back to Markarth.”

“What do you think?” Armin turned to me.

“I like Styr’s idea,” I said.

“A brave choice.  Alright.  You guys did a good job.  I’ll be back at the Sicambres village.  See ya!” Armin sheathed his sword and casually walked away.

“That was kinda easy,” Styr said, “Anybody up for any more action?”

“Eh, I have plans,” Yngride said, “Hey Destana, want to help me with something?”

“What do you need?” I asked, always usually ready to help (when it’s convenient).

 

“This Breton guy got me into bed and stole everything I own.”

I shrugged.  It was a worthy cause.  We ran down a road and she said, “Alright.  According to what I heard, he goes to the inn near here every night.  When he’s done, he’ll be stumbling down this way.”

“How long is that?” I asked.

“About four hours,” Yngride said.

I pursed my lips, “I’ll be right back.”

I flew up and looked around a bit, and I found another group of adventurers.  These didn’t attack me.  They hailed me from the air.

“Excuse me, flying woman.  Are you an adventurer like us?” Their leader was wearing plate and looked like some kind of knight.

“Yeah, I’ve been running with the forsworn lately, but I could say I am,” I said.

“Care to join us for a quick cave crawl?  Shouldn’t be more than an hour.  We can storm through there, there’s supposed to be treasure, and a heinous monster at the end.  What do you say?”

“Sure, why not,” I smiled.

 

Here were four of them, and we did storm through there.  Mostly spiders and rando creatures.  Nothing too impressive.  The last cave of the complex was a downward spiral path with a skylight and a few men were camped out at the bottom.

“And now we slay the foul beasts!” The leader shouted, and charged.

“Wait, those look like they’re just some escaped prisoners…” I said, but he didn’t listen.  Him and his group charged forward without hesitation.  It actually reminded me of when I was new to Skyrim and pretty downtrodden.

“No!  Please!” One of the men shouted, “Stay back!”

“These men look defenseless!” I shouted down.

“Nonsense!”  The lead man slashed into the prisoner with his greatsword.

“Hey!  Stop!”  I said, getting angry.  I drew my bow and aimed at the group, wondering what was going on.

The first man fell from his blows, but the second and third weren’t going down without a fight.  They both transformed into werewolves.

“Face the wrath of the Silver Hand, beasts!”

I pursed my lips again.  I immediately crouched and let loose an arrow, sticking one of these Silver Hand chumps in the back and he fell into the water below, dead.  The leader and his right hand continued to engage the WW’s while the one in back ran up the spiral to engage me.  I backed up and when he reached my level I gave him an Unrelenting Force, which sent him fifty feet down, spraying his brains on the rock.  The two-on-two was pretty evenly matched, until I plugged the other guy with an arrow in the back of the head.  The second were fell, then the leader and the last clashed climactically.

“This is vile betrayal!” The SH guy shouted.  I took aim, peppering him with arrows.  Finally, he went down.

The werewolf charged up the ramp at me.  I quickly spent a dragon soul on Kyne’s Peace and when he got up to my level I shouted, “KAAN!”  But he kept coming.  Of course, it only worked on true animals.

 

“Whoa there!” I shouted, “I’m not your enemy!  I shot those Silver Hand jerks down.”

“You were working with them!” He growled.  Then he lunged, knocking me against a wall.  I crumpled, and he was charging at me.

I shouted again, but this time, it was a garbled KAAN, that sounded more like, “KAKE!” 

The were seemed taken aback by that, and he stopped charging.  He breathed deeply, growling, but calmer.

“Hey, I didn’t know those guys were Silver Hand.  I hate those guys.  As soon as I found out, I shot them in the back.  You seem like a reasonable group of werewolves who decided to remove themselves from society to prevent losing control.  Let me tell you something. I’m a werewolf too.  I found peace in feeding on bad humans.  With a calm soul, you can develop the power to overcome the transformation and live a normal life.”

He growled again, “How… do you … do this…?”

“When you calm down and revert forms, you should go to Whiterun.  Go to Jorrvaskr.  Ask for Aela, Farkas or Vilkas.  Tell them Destana Stormblade sent you after you were attacked by the Silver Hand.  Ask them how to control the form.  Tell them your story.”

I put my hand on his shoulder, and he wrapped his beastly arms around me and wept, “It’s been so long since… anybody but my brothers showed me compassion.  I want to live in normal society again.”

“You can,” I said.  Then he shifted back into his human form.

“Will you be okay?” I asked.

“Yes.  I can make it to Whiterun,” he replied. 

 

When I came out of the cave, it was a little past dark.  As I was running back over to Yngride’s hiding spot, I realized I definitely had a shout that was not Thu’um.  It was something of my own making.  Like a different dialect of the dragon language, perhaps tied to the natural world.  And the first one I had could befriend beasts and feral creatures.   I would need to test this more.  I approached Yngride to find her fending off a bear and found my opportunity. 

“KAKE!” I shouted, and the bear laid down on the ground.  I petted him.

“Where the hell have you been?” She asked.

“You’re not even… freaked out or impressed by what I just did?” I asked.

“No, most our shamans have spells to befriend animals.  Somebody told me you were training to be a shaman.”

“That wasn’t a sp~” I started, but Yngride interrupted me.

“There they come!  They’re early!”

 

She leapt off the outcropping we had been waiting on and tackled the man off his horse.

He had two friends, and they were easily dispatched by me and my newest bear friend while she wrestled with him on the ground.

Suddenly the man screamed and I heard the sound of a dagger cutting flesh.

“Well, I’m satisfied,” she held up his balls triumphantly.  The man was screaming bloody murder, and my bear clawed him in the face, killing him.

“Here.  Take this bow.  You’ll not find a better one in the Reach,” she threw me a forsworn bow.  As I tested it, I realized it had an extremely heavy strength pull and was one of the best bows I’d ever seen, even outstripping the Nerevarine’s Bow in craftsmanship.

“WOW!” I shouted, “Where the hell did you get this?  This thing is insane!”

“Long story.  I guess, my father was a master bowmaker and made my brother and I these bows.  My brother died a few years back,” she replied.

“I feel like I don’t deserve this.  Godsdamn this is a good bow,” I said.

 

“See?  I knew you’d appreciate it, because I’ve seen you using that fancy magic bow,” she replied, “Put it to good use, slaying our enemies.”

It was just then that I think the scales tipped quite a bit.  Let me explain.  As I readied my teleport to get back to the Sacred Tree and sleep, I thought about the Forsworn.  Here they were, a brutal people who knew what they believed in.  But I joined them for my own purposes and they’d taken me in, and finding me to be useful, they’d taught me powerful magic, given me the best of what they had, and were ready to teach me more.  And there was none of the racial purity bullshit I saw some places.  The exact thing I was fighting – the Skyrim belongs to the Nords, was already not in the Reachmen.  They weren’t just Bretons.  Some of them were Nords.  I would later learn there were some Imperials amongst their ranks.  And now, one Redguard.  I may have been the Dragonborn, a Stormcloak, a Mage, a Thief, a Vampire (once and future), a Werewolf, a Companion, and a warrior of some renown, but I was most definitely a Forsworn.

I told the bear to go back to the wild and thanked him with some meat.

 

When I teleported back and said hello to Badycia, I asked her if she knew anybody who would be right for the creeper who approached me earlier and she gave me a list of women who were free.  See?  Brutal, but helpful.  The same woman who had me eat human flesh was now matchmaking.

“So, what do I need to do to become a shaman?” I asked her finally.

“I was wondering when you’d ask,” she said, “I see the fire in you.  I have several tests, which you’d better do quick if you want to catchup with my daughter.  First, I will test your knowledge of plants.  Bring me all the plants on this list.”

She handed me a list of ten plants.  I dumped out my pack and had eight of them lying around.  The other two was a quick teleport away.

“Damn, you continue to impress me,” Badycia said, “Next, I’ll test your wisdom.  Go to the Old Hroldan Inn and find Katalia’s cousin.  You can’t miss her.  They call her Red.”

I used the Menhir and went there straightaway.  It was late into the night, but I was fairly hooked at this point.  I looked over and found a young woman wearing a red hood, “Are you Red?”

“Yes, that’s what they call me.  My entire family was killed by a werewolf, and now he’s stalking me.  Please, can you kill it?” She asked.

Uh-oh.  There’s no way that guy from earlier…  I flew out to the place she told me about.  I snuck up on him, and he was just sitting there by a campfire… in werewolf form.

“Excuse me,” I said from the air, knowing he couldn’t do much to me from up here, “Kill any people recently?”

“No.  I mean, yes.  I did kill a werewolf recently.  He was a blood-thirsty beast.  And he got me.  Now, I’m like this.  Fortunately, I’m a Marses and we have a spiritual tradition surrounding werewolves.  I already know how to control this form.”

“Red sent me,” I said, “She thinks you killed them.”

 

 

“No, no.  She thinks he killed me too, probably, because I disappeared when he attacked.  I just didn’t want to alarm her.  My name’s Braith, by the way.  Red is my fiancée.  She’s a Reachman, but she doesn’t live with the Forsworn, so she doesn’t know.”

“Is that common?” I asked.

“Yes, a lot of the Forsworn have extended family in Markarth, Karthwasten, Salvius Farm…”

“That’s crazy.  It’s like cousins fighting over a piece of land,” I mused, “Anyway, what can do I do help?”

“If you arrange a meeting, I would be most appreciative.”

I went and gave Red the place and time, and then reported back to Badycia. 

“Great show of wisdom.  If you’d killed him, I’d have known you weren’t cut out to be a shaman,” Badycia smiled at me.

“Do you know everything that’s going on in the Reach?” I asked.

“I have eyes everywhere,” she smirked, “Ready for more?”

“Sure.  Shoot.”

“You impress.  Next, I will test your wit.  One of my friends needs help, and I think you’re the right person.  Talk to Vulkos.  She’s at an outpost near Dragon Bridge.”

This time I teleported to Volkihar castle and had a midnight meal with Serana.

She reacted very positively to my Forsworn clothes, “Wow.  You look like a snack.”

I told her that drinking my blood was liable to turn her into a werewolf, so she backed off and she drank blood and I ate some of the flesh laid out for us. 

 

 

After that I ported to Solitude and flew down to Dragon Bridge.  Vulkos was at a camp overlooking the town.  It was more like two tents.

“I know, I know, it’s a small camp.  You’re the new one, right?  Let me introduce myself.  I’m Vulkos. A Marses tribe.  I’m a shaman and a Briarheart.”

“I thought only men were usually Briarhearts,” I shrugged.

“Well, I used to be a man,” she replied, “Namira granted me thus, after I removed the offending parts.  My problem is, being a Briarheart is interfering with my ability to be a shaman.  I need a new heart to replace my old one.”

“Where … can I get a human heart.  Okay, that’s not as much of an issue.  Where can I get somebody to put a heart in your chest?”

“Ascula can help you, but she’ll ask for a price.  And don’t let her trick you,” Vulkos replied, “Bring it to Bluff Snake Redoubt.”

I traveled across the plains, meeting a group of poachers killing Wooly Rhinos (and not even using the meat!), and I befriended a Rhino and killed them.  When I reached the ruined tower Ascula had her outpost near, a dragon attacked.  My rhino buddy helped kill the dragon. 

 

 

I walked up the spiral stairs and into the tower to find a few women in hagraven’s clothes, and an old Hagraven.  Ascula was a gray-haired but still vital woman. 

“Hi, I’m here to ask for help for Vulkos.”

“So, she decided she wanted to stay a woman, huh?” Ascula asked, “Interesting.  Did you know Drana and I were the ones who made her a Briarheart, when she was a he?”

She pondered for a moment, then said, “Ah yes, she sent you to find a new heart, didn’t she?  There’s a cost…”  She laughed under her breath a bit ominously. 

“What do you need?” I asked.

“There’s a giant in the plains over yonder that’s been annoying us,” she replied, “I want his balls for a fertility potion.”

 

I sighed, but accepted.  I flew out of there, spotting the giant immediately.  Now, giants were hostile, but they weren’t egregious monsters like some of the other things in the world.  Kinda like dragons – I felt like they could be reasoned with.  Of course, there was no asking for a creature’s balls.  I did decide I would at least try and be diplomatic and try an experiment.  I hovered toward him and shouted, “KAKE!”  And he turned around.  He scratched his head, then he smiled a little at me.  I think… it worked.  I lowered my elevation a little, and he reached out with his giant hand and grabbed my ankle.  He held me for a few seconds, then petted me on the head.

 

 

“Umm… hi, big guy,” I said.

“Chu – ka,” he responded.  Which, I didn’t speak giant.  I wondered if they had a functional language or if it was just grunts.  He hugged me with one of his arms.  This guy was a gentle giant.  I’d definitely seen their pastoral ways with the Mammoths.  Gods, I definitely did not want to do what that pre-Hagraven had asked me to do.

The Giant held me around the waist with one hand, and slid another up my leg, feeling the smooth skin.

“Alright, getting a little bit too friendly there,” I said, then he slid his hand up my fur skirt and lightly grazed my pussy.

“Oh!” I gasped, and he gently kept rubbing me.  I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he held me tight.  Then he kissed me on the forehead. 

Oddly, he was being very loving and gentle.  I wasn’t sure if there was a concept of consent in giant culture.  I’d only ever seen one female giant; they were definitely rare.  Maybe they just mated without courtship because meeting a female was so rare. 

He lowered me down, grabbing his giant dick, and rubbed it back and forth against the entrance to my vagina, like I was riding a horse.  I moaned a little.  It felt really good, of course.  But Talos’ ghost it was huge!  Only days before I’d been impaled on a cock that rivaled demigods and this was only… a little bit bigger.  Looked standard for a giant.  I felt myself going over the edge, then shaking to an orgasm.  This giant was in this to impress.  He set me down gently, his cock just right over my head when we stood next to each other and stretching out just bigger than my forearm.  He made no aggressive action, and I acquiesced.  If I was going to do what I’d been asked to do, I guess the least I could do was allow him to get full use out of his balls before I took them.  I licked gently up and down the monstrous shaft, swirling my tongue around the head.  There was no way I could fit it into my mouth, but I managed to get the head in there.  He picked me up by the waist again, this time working his cock’s head between my lips and just barely slipping inside me. 

 

 

When I winced a little, he pulled out, flipped me upside down and licked me until I came again.  I used my tongue on him while he did. 

 

 

When he was ready, he sat me down and shot a river of cum on my head and shoulders.  He then laid down, spent.  With a heavy heart, I stabbed the giant through the heart, and he didn’t seem to fight back against me.  I didn’t know a lot about giants, nor this one specifically, but it seemed like he wanted to die, a look of satisfaction on his face as he closed his eyes for good.  I couldn’t fathom the sadness of a giant, but at least I gave him some release beforehand.  I cut off his balls and returned them to Ascula. 

 

Her and Drana and one of the guardsmen were having a three-way when I got back.  She said, “You put on a very good show.  Put the balls in the bowl over there.”

 

 

When they got finished, she continued, “I have several good hearts… just let me get it out of the chest here.”

She pricked me with something, and everything went dark.

I awoke to her screaming, “So beautiful, so precious!  Giving your own heart!”

“What the fuck?” I yelled as I got up off the table, a hole in my chest, “You crazy bitch!  You took my fucking heart out!?”

“Don’t be upset… you have a flower,” she cackled, then said several phrases that sounded like nonsense.

Another woman tapped me on the shoulder and I nearly slugged her.

“Sorry about her.  She likes making jokes at others’ expense.  I’m Moira,” she said.

“And all of you just stood around while she did this?” I asked, then I grabbed my still-beating heart from the table.

“I’m sorry.  But I can help you.  I know how to do this operation too.  Come with me to Karthspire,” she said.

I sighed, knowing this was the only way out of this situation.  I peered down at the Briarheart as it pulsed my blood through my body like a regular heart.  Moira and I traveled to Karthspire.  At this time, it was well into the morning, and I’d forgotten to sleep, eat and generally take care of myself again after being a vampire for several months.  I ate while we traveled. 

“Phage,” Moira said as we approached the forge.

“What do you want?” She asked, hammering away at a sword.

“Could you spare a heart for Vulkos?” Moira asked.

Phage sighed, “For you, sure.” 

She finally looked at me, then sighed again, “Gods I hate Ascula.  Sometimes I wish we could push out the Hagravens and their apprentices.  No offense, Moira.”

“None taken.”

“But we do need them to make Briarhearts.  Don’t you ever become like one of them, you hear?” Phage said.  Then she quenched her sword.  She turned to a chest, and pulled a heart out of a vat. 

“Best get to Bluff Snake Redoubt,” Moira said.  I flew, carrying her, and she requested I teach her that spell sometime.  Vulkos waved as she saw us, then looked at me.  Flatly, she said, “So Ascula got to you, didn’t she?”

 

“Look, can you just put my heart back in?” I asked, not sure what long-term effects this would have on my body.  I mean, I wasn’t even sure how this was fucking possible.  Medical science be damned.  At the very least I didn’t want to be this way because a nimble thief could just pickpocket my heart out of my chest.

Moira put me under and fixed both of us, and when I was fully restored, Vulkos said to me, “That is a wonder.  You should bring Moira to Badycia.  You saw what she did here.  I think she’s ready to be a full shaman just like you and Katalia!”

I shrugged, “You know, Moira, you’re pretty weird if you want to be a Hagraven someday.”

“I know.  I’m pretty messed up wanting to take people’s hearts out of their chests and tinker with their insides,” she smirked, “But yeah, we can be trials buddies.”

I nodded, “Well, I guess I would trust you to ‘do no harm’ if I ever needed cardiac surgery again.”

I teleported us to the Sacred Tree.

“Vulkos has her heart back, and… so do I,” I said.

“Ohhh,” Badycia said, “Well, never trust a Hagraven.  Or a soon-to-be Hagraven.  But you definitely passed the trial of wits and you’re in one piece.  I need a moment with Moira here.  Talk to Thusnelda about your final trial.  When you’re done, you’ll be ready to be a shaman!”

 

I was pretty tired at that point, it only being about noon but I hadn’t slept the night before.  But I figured I could at least go talk to Thusnelda before I slept.

“Hi.  Badycia told me to talk to you about the last trial,” I said.

“Of course.  I will test your appetite for bonding.”

“…bonding?” I asked, not sure what that meant.

“Yes.  Lot of rituals are carnal.  We become bonded when we have sex.  Not just with each other, but with spirits.  Tell me, what do you know about animal love?” She asked.

“Well… not a lot,” I replied timidly, “The closest I got was with werewolves.”

“So you do have a little experience,” she said.  Then she looked me up and down for a minute, “I think you will have the will when the time arises.  That’s all.  You pass.”

I blinked, “Oh, well, okay.”

I walked back over to Badycia, “She said I’m ready.”

 

“Well, good.  You made it to the next stage.  I’m proud of you.  Come back at sundown.  Moira, Katalia, you, and a few others will all be taking part in the ritual.”

I went and slept in the Young Cave and got up just before the sun went down.  When I returned to the tree, only the people I knew were sitting there.  I sat in the circle with the others around the tree, and a few more filed in.  It was all deadly silent, no talking at all.  A red-haired man and a mohawked woman played a flute and lute, and all the shaman women surrounded us, channeling powers of the spirits in a slow trickle. 

I think for the first time I noticed there were no male shamans.  Men were mostly warriors, briarhearts or even werewolves if they chose that path.  Woman could also be warriors or werewolves, but didn’t traditionally become briarhearts.  But they could also become shamans.  It took hours… but around midnight, ghostly blue wolves dotted the edge of my vision. 

 

 

Each wolf chose a woman sitting around the circle and approached her.  As if they knew exactly what to do, each woman laid back or got on all fours and invited the wolf.  Of course, they knew, they’d been raised in this culture that I was only a few days into. 

My wolf sat down next to me, and as if sensing my trepidation, put his head under my hand.  I pet him, and he smiled a doggy smile. 

 

 

“You know… this is all symbolic.  Ceremonial,” the wolf’s mouth didn’t move, but I heard the growling voice in my head.

I blinked.

“Yes, I can speak.  You may be surprised but I can see the beast blood spirit in you,” the wolf said.

I looked over to the other women, now getting fucked by wolf spirits, “That doesn’t look very symbolic.”

“I mean, sex feels good for all creatures.  Your shamans connect with us in this way.  Perhaps you can hear me because you’re special.  Not everyone can.  They communicate with us with their bodies.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to…”

“Oh, no.  It’s also a transfer of power.  If you want to be a shaman, you still do,” he panted like a dog too hot.

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” I curled my lip.

“No, no.  You already have a much stronger connection to the spirits than you realize,” he said back. 

“You mean…?”

“Yes, your beast voice.  Your beast hide,” he continued to pant, “It is rare, even among the Forsworn.  Your kind calls you the Untamed.  It is possible becoming a werewolf unlocked this power that always lay dormant in you.”

“I am just a perfect Mary Sue, aren’t I?” I sighed, “Okay.  I’ll bite.”

I bent over, accepting him as the others were nearing their end. 

 

 

And, I mean, it felt like a penis.  A sentient being was having sex with me.  So I guess it wasn’t a lot different than a werewolf, or that giant.  This is what you call a slippery slope.  When I came, we came together, and he released his power into me.  It was like when I killed a dragon, but not as thundering and distinct.  But I felt a transfer of power, a blessing.

And just like that, I was a shaman of the lowest level.  I waited a few hours and returned to the Sacred Tree.  Badycia already had another job for me.