Disclaimer:  The first half is mostly vanilla.  The second half goes to some pretty dark places, thus the NSFL tag.

 

Fenrir at the helm.  The Thalmor are here and we’re at war.  Though the remaining sensible Imperials are helping, we’re losing.  We lost Riften, Falkreath and Helgen.  It seems like they’ve got a presence in Morthal, as well.  No fighting, just swept through in the night.

 

I got up early and experimented with moving troops around on the map a bit before General Sialius, Commander Balfhe, King Ulfric and Listener Runa walked in.  Made me feel like just a guy until Sialius said, “Hail Prince.  What do you have here?”

 

“It all depends on what they do,” I replied, “I hope that even without mom the Forsworn are in this.”

“This is not a bad idea, Fenrir,” Balfhe said.

“I have more targets for assassination, if the Brotherhood is in,” Sjard poked his head in.

Runa nodded and started, “Gotta find~

“Sir!” A nord courier ran in the room, out of breath, handing Balfhe and Sialius a piece of parchment.

 

My heart sank.  I knew what was coming.

 

Balfhe read, “A large force of Thalmor are forming in the Reach.  They’re massing to attack Markarth!”

“Dammit!” Ulfric said, “I bet they’re going to sweep north through Solitude next.  If they control the port, we’ve lost!”

“Runa, Fenrir, take whatever you’ve got and go to Markarth!”

“Damn.  Where are Damien and Serana?” I growled.

Runa shook her head, saying to me, “No time.  I’m going to use the tunnel to Highreach and get backup from Hrolf Witch-Slayer in Solitude.”

“Right.  I’m going to Druadach to get Madanach’s guys,” I said. 

 

We both passed through Highreach and stepped out near Solitude.  Runa told Shirley to head to Markarth.

“Take Shadowmere!” Runa yelled as she ran into the city. 

The black steed’s hooves beat as fast as they could.  I leapt from his back and headed into Druadach Redoubt.  The cave was dank, but huge and well-lit with torches and a red sacred tree.  I happened upon Borkul immediately, surrounded by a group of rough-and-tumble Forsworn warriors.

 

 

“Hey!  I know you!  How’s your mom?”

“Not great.  I know you guys don’t get the news up here.  The Thalmor took Riften, Falkreath, Helgen and Morthal.”

“By the damned spirits, kid!” Uraacen shouted from the cave.

“I can bet where they’re going next,” Borkul said, “C’mon guys, gear up!”

They hastily threw on their weapons and armor and headed out on a group of horses that couldn’t keep up with Shadowmere. 

 

“Hard to believe we were breaking out of this place a couple weeks ago and now we’re defending it,” a woman said.

“Yeah well, the big D set up our king in Markarth and gave us rights.  Better this than the Thalmor,” Borkul shouted over the hoof sounds. 

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I’m Ralya.  Are you related to Destana?” She asked.

“I’m her son.”

“Wow, how old is she?” Ralya asked. 

“Almost thirty,” I replied, “It’s a long story.”

She smirked while she was thinking about mom.  Gods, how many hearts has my mother captured now?  I shook my head.

 

We stampeded up to Markarth’s gates and dismounted.  The guards looked like they were on edge at our presence, but Runa calmed them.

 

“Damn Forsworn!  Here to kick us while we’re down?” One of them shouted.

“We’re here to defend your sorry asses!” Borkul chuckled.

“Back off, we need all the help we can get,” Runa said from the group of Solitude soldiers massing to the side.

 

Benna was wading in the nearby river, looking forlorn.

I’m not really a giant speaker, but I walked over to the edge, “Hey, where did Bol and the Mammoth go?”

She growled a little, then she picked me up, raising me up high so I could see down the hills where the Thalmor were gathering.

I pursed my lips, “Those fucking bastards.”

“What?” Runa asked.

I shook my head.  At the Thalmor camp was a slain Mammoth.  They’d already chopped him up for meat.

“The Giant was the one who saw them first,” one of the soldiers said, “He and the Mammoth were patrolling the area.  They got the pet, but I haven’t seen the master.”

I met eyes with Benna, “We need to give these guys hell.”

 

Runa and I walked into the city with Shirley, leaving the combined forces to get ready.

I ran into Markarth’s map room to find Madanach standing on the map, pointing out strategic points with his toes. 

 

 

He looked over to me, “I heard the news, kids.  Sorry ‘bout your mom.”

Hlofgahr the Brave (the guy from Riften’s failed defense) piped up from the corner, “The Dominion are here!  We’d better get down to the front lines!”

 

Madanach jumped down from the table.

“You’re coming too?” Runa asked, “Usually the Jarl stays put while the battle is going on.”

“Maybe that’s why we’ve been losing!  C’mon!  I’m going to defend this city with my life!”

And with that everybody scrambled out, being joined by guards scrambling to the gate.

 

One of the guards put his hand on Runa’s forearm as we passed, accosting her across the stream by the gates.

“You remind me of someone,” the guard said, “But there’s no way.  Do you have a younger sister?”

 

 

Runa tilted her head, “Are you H.K?”

“Harod of Kozanset,” he replied.

She pulled out a gold-colored helm and handed it to him, “Here.  I borrowed this a few years ago.”

“What the… There’s no way…you’ve got to be messing with me.  You were that stick?  You had to have been a girl and now you look full-grown,” he looked down at her chest without thinking.

Runa smirked a little, “In Cyrodiil, several years passed.  Thank you for your act of kindness.  I hope you make it through this day.”

 

He took off his Stormcloak helm, revealing a Redguard.

He stepped up to her, “Gods, you got tall.”

Runa pulled him up out of the stream, showing their height was nearly even, then kissed him on the cheek. 

“That’s for luck,” she smiled.

I was watching this display, and I smiled.  Maybe there was hope here.

 

 

We walked out the gates and Borkul grabbed Madanach in a bear hug, “My King!  My Jarl!”

Madanach chuckled as the Forsworn all piled on. 

 

“Everyone!” Madanach shouted, “It would warm Destana’s heart to see us working together!  Markarth has the heart of both the Nords and the Reachmen!  Do not let them breach the walls!  Do not let her sacrifice be in vain!  For the Reach!  For Skyrim!”

Stormcloaks, Imperials and Reachman alike raised weapons and shouted. 

I turned to Runa, “Does he think mom’s dead?”

“I mean, she might be,” Runa replied.

“Don’t say that…” I said back.

“They’re coming!” Hlofgahr shouted.  Large firebombs or meteors or fireballs started to rain down on our gathering area and the soldiers scattered. 

 

 

Forming up, the Forsworn behind Madanach and Borkul; the Solitude Stormcloaks and Imperials behind Runa and Shirley, and the other Stormcloaks behind me.  We charged.

 

 

The other fighters crested the hill just below the first barricade and I got up on the walls.  I knew this would expose me, but I figured I was going to make the largest difference before they knew what I was packing.  I took out the Dwemer Cheiroballista and loaded took aim.  Runa charged into the fray.

 

A swarm of bolts pelted the back lines of the Thalmor forces, and as they turned to me, aiming their most powerful magics, I heard the thundering roar of, “FUS-RO!” The second word!  She’d been working on that one!

Runa knocked a whole gaggle of them from horses and forestalled the casters blasting me from the walls. 

I ducked behind some debris, reloading, and letting a second volley fly.  I must’ve taken out a dozen archers and casters before they started blasting me with fire. 

 

A massive form interposed itself between me and the blasts, tanking the damage meant for me.

“Benna!”

The giantess roared, pulling a boulder she’d carried and lobbed it into the crowd.

 

But for all our decimation of their forces, more of them were pouring from the road down the hill.  We were pushed back. 

“How did they move so many troops here without us noticing?” Runa asked as she rounded the corner.

 

 

“I have no idea!” I said back, now fighting with axe and shield against auxiliaries.

They kept pushing and eventually we were back against the walls.  Men were falling left and right, and the skies opened up, coating the ground with blood and mud. 

 

“Godsdammit!  Defend the gates!” Hlofgahr shouted.

Madanach shouted, “Archers on the wall, fire!  Defend the switches!”

I ran up into the walls and positioned myself between the few still-living archers and switches, using my crossbow to mow down countless Thalmor from the murder holes.  Shirley and Borkul came with me and fended the Thalmor now getting dangerously close to my back.

 

“For the Reach!” A briarheart fought and died in a swarm of Thalmor.

 

“Just how many men do they have to throw at us?!” Borkul said as he cut a Wood elf’s skull in half.

“We might need to retreat!” Shirley said back.

Then it happened – a Khajiit assassin clubbed me in the back of the head as I was reloading.  He reached down and threw the switch.  Borkul took off his head and Shirley stabbed him through the chest, but it was already done.  Thalmor had already poured through the gates, breaching the wall.

 

 

I fell unconscious.

 

Markarth became a scramble of chaos.  With all the new Reachmen living in the city, many more Thalmor died that day. 

 

 

When I woke up, I was in a dark, stone hallway.  Runa was sitting beside me.  Madanach casted a light spell, illuminating the area.

 

“We carried you here,” Borkul nodded to Shirley.

“Dammit.  This is not going well,” I groaned from the ground, “Where are we?  Is us five all who made it?”

“The Markarth Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary,” Runa replied, “There’s a secret hatch in the Warrens and one in the stream flowing through the city.  Madanach suggested the mine, but I knew they’d eventually look there.  But this place is secret.”

 

“Curse the Damn Thalmor.  I finally get to live in my city again like a normal man and they take it,” Madanach growled, “I want to go out there!  My people are dying!”

“You know I’m not going to let you do that,” Borkul said.

“Yeah, we’re already two (or three) Jarls down,” I said, “They’ll execute you if they find you.”

Runa said, “We’d do best to get the hell out of here and regroup.”

“If we had hid in the Dwemer escape tunnel from Cidhna mine we could be traveling the vast complex beneath the city and get out of here,” Madanach said.

Borkul chuckled out loud, a good hearty chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

 

“If any of the Forsworn survived, they’re probably going to be taken to Cidhna Mine to work!” Borkul laughed again, “The godsdamned irony!”

“I’d wager the Thalmor are going to convert it back into slave labor, but for any non-Thalmor,” Madanach said, “So what’s the plan?”

 

“We can wait until Nightfall and use the back tunnel.  It leads to the stream, which we can follow to the outside of the city,” Runa said.

 

So, we waited there for a hew hours, contemplating our lives and our next move.  I know what you may be thinking, that it might be very hard for us to slip out, but we came out of the back tunnel and found only one patrol of two Thalmor.  Between the five of us, and getting the drop on them, they didn’t make a sound.  We each leapt from the edge and landed in the pond Benna had been wading through earlier. 

 

Speaking of Benna, among the corpses I didn’t see hers – and that would have been noticeable.  So I hoped she got out of there.  We all traveled north and retired to Highreach and we found Hrolf, Sialius and Balfhe there.

 

“What the hell happened?” General Sialius asked.

“There are just too many of them,” I replied, “I don’t know how they got that many troops to Falkreath from the border in hours, then to Markarth in just a couple days…. WITHOUT us fucking noticing!”

 

“Gods,” Balfhe said, “Some kind of teleportation?  Some kind of magic?”

 

“Not teleportation,” a voice said, and we turned.

Before us was a haggard and bloodied man, his staff broken into two pieces.  He took off his mask, and his eyes were black holes like a Daedra. 

“Damien… what happened to you?” I asked.

He said, “Time magic.”

 

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This is… Destana.

 

“Now, just what are you doing?”

I heard a familiar voice, but hanging there in the dark, chained up, blood and dirt covering my body… I either couldn’t or didn’t want to open my eyes.

“You know you could really use a bath.”

“The service around here is terrible,” I said back.  Then I laughed, slumping against the chains.

“What are they doing to you?  You’ve lost your fire,” the voice said.

“Oh, you know, torture.  Draining my blood.  For three months now.  I must be going crazy.  I’m even hearing voices.  Of course, you know that, because you’re one of them.”

“I’m not in your head.  Open your eyes you rube!” He said.

I blinked, trying to clear whatever had been in my eyes that was making my face sticky. 

“I can’t see very well right now.  I’ll have to get back to you.  Tell my assistant to find a place in my schedule,” I chuckled again. 

 

Apparently, my laughing was enough to wake a nearby guard, who walked over to me.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked.

“Just the voices in my head,” I replied. 

 

He sighed as he walked away, “Fuckin’ looney.”

“He’s right,” the voice whispered, “If you opened your damn eyes, you’d see it’s the image of your Ex-husband trying to help you even though he is dangerously low in his ability to influence Nirn!”

My eyes shot open, and there he was. 

“I must be crazy,” I said, “I’ve barely seen you in ages.”

“Look, I don’t have a lot of time,” Sanguine said, “You hang in there.  I’m going to tell the kid where you are.  But when they storm in here, you be ready.”

 

And his image vanished as Orthar passed through it.

He grabbed my boob again – like he did every time.  But this time he twisted my nipple.

“Ow!  What are you, twelve?” I asked.

“Just making sure you’re awake.  Do you even remember all the fun things we’ve been doing?  What we’ve discovered?” Orthar asked.

“Gods, no.  But I’m sure you’re going to remind me,” I groaned.

“No, I’m going to tell my boss on the council what we’ve been doing here.  But that’s later.  For now, a courier finally arrived with this hefty stack of rituals from my contacts.”

“What are do they do?” I asked.

 

“Well, this whole time we’ve been probing into the universe next door.  Come to find out the denizens are a lot different than ours.  I’m going to make first contact with them, offering you as our diplomat,” Orthar had started drawing a ritual circle under me during this time. 

 

“I hate to tell you this, but I’m not exactly the one to sing your praises,” I said.

“Oh, you misunderstand,” Orthar continued drawing the circle in meticulous detail, “These denizens don’t speak as far as I know.  They’re not like your friends from the other spheres.  I got a glimpse into this universe, and it’s filled with horrors.”

“So why probe into this place?” I asked, starting to get nervous.

“Well, the council feels that while your energy is finite and you will eventually be used up, having an entire universe to draw from will allow us to do anything we want.  We could conquer this whole world.  Just think about the amazing things we can do.  You’re so tough, I believe you may be one of the few mortals in this realm who could handle first contact with them,” Orthar smiled, then he slashed my wrist again, letting my blood fall into the circle. 

 

He raised his hands, channeling some kind of long cast spell.  The floor started to change – it looked the same, but the consistency was like jelly.  I felt queasy, my feet battling with the strange malleability of the stone. 

 

Orthar took several steps back and turned a knob on the dwemer battery he’d been using to gather the energy of my blood.  And just from being on in the presence of this reaction, it started to fill with power.

 

I held myself up by the chains on my wrists causing me to bleed more.  Orthar casted a restoration spell, closing my wounds, “We wouldn’t want you to die.  Now, get ready to greet your new friends.”

 

And tendrils reached out from the jelly-like facsimile of the floor.  One of them gripped my neck, many others shredding the chains like ribbons from my body.  My brain thought I was free for a few seconds, but then half a dozen more tendrils leapt out of the floor.  They grasped at my arms, my legs, my waist, one of them cushioned my back as another one slid across my unprotected crotch.

 

 

“Oh!  No!  NO!” I screamed, “You are not going to sit and watch this happen to me, you sick piece… of….”

 

“The Estrus Beast,” Orthar started to read his notes in a journal before he started adding to them, “Fosters sexual receptivity in normal mortals of this plane.  It also excretes a highly toxic paralytic poison.  We’ve done some small tests with other subjects, but they died instantly.  You are one of a kind, Dragonborn.”

 

I went slack as the thing forced a meaty tentacle into my vagina, sliding back and forth like it was fucking me. 

 

“You may be asking yourself how things like this exist.  You see,” Orthar started, but a tentacle flew in his direction, and it was rebuffed by the circle’s shielding effect.  He cleared his throat, “Everything in their world is either tentacles or pods to put the tentacles.  The Estrus eat each other.  So it has two things it can consider you – are you food or a potential sex partner?”

 

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound.  My vocal chords were paralyzed. 

 

 

 

Orthar continued writing in his notebook as the thing fucked me.  Eventually it finished, shooting a hot, sticky load of… something into me.  It touched the barrier a couple more times, then it descended back into the goop of the floor.  The magic circle dissipated and I was dumped onto the cold, hard stone, fighting to breathe but barely able to.  I twitched as I lay there, helpless.

 

“Don’t worry about having monster babies or anything.  The Estrus’ biology is not compatible with yours.  You’ll pass it harmlessly in a few minutes.  I’m sure you’re familiar with how semen flows out after sex – I know all about you,” Orthar said.

 

In a blinding fit of rage and powerlessness I started to weep, still unable to move my limbs.

 

 

“Oh, by the gods,” Orthar bent down next to me, “It seems I have finally broken you, Destana Dragonborn.  You’ve certainly lasted longer than anybody else.  I do believe I shall celebrate.  Guards!”

 

Several Thalmor came in with new chains and devices.  One of them readied a new gag – not as good as the old one, and they got the chains ready.  One of them – a red-haired woman, put her fingers up inside me and tested it with some sort of alchemical bottle.

“Clear, sir,” she said.

“Thank you,” Orthar stripped off his robes (but not the hood, strangely) and slid his dick inside me.  He started to thrust and laid there, limp. 

 

 

It was at this moment that I realized the creature had pushed the crystal out.  I could feel my magicka was nearly full now. 

 

My body was broken, and my spirit nearly there.  With one more bout of rage, I started to channel a spell, even with Orthar violating me. 

 

“Wait what is she~” the female guard started, but she was cut off by a massive blast of cold to her face.  The four guards in front of me drew their weapons, but two of them exploded in shards of ice and frozen body parts within seconds. 

 

 

 

Orthar put his hand around my neck and squeezed.  His other hand jabbed me in the side, paralyzing me.  I fell limp again.

 

“Perhaps~” He continued to thrust as my spell fizzled, “I spoke too soon.”

“By the gods!” One of the still-living guards shouted, “She killed three people instantly and wounded half a dozen more in the next hallway!  We should chain her back up NOW!”

“No.  See, I’m rather pissed now.  After I finish~” Orthar groaned, emptying his balls in me. 

FUCK! I could’ve been draining him!

 

He dumped me on the floor, and started redrawing the magic circle, “You see, I’m feeling vindictive now.  Get me more magicka batteries.  We’re going to see just how long you can last, Dragonborn!”

 

In just under a minute the circle was drawn again and six guards were now in the room, curious as to what was going on.  Orthar opened the goopy gate again, and I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as the thing entered our world again.  This time it was a different beast. 

 

Only four tentacles, but the base inched its way in, looking like a pink flytrap.  Various appendages like cilia grabbed my body, while two of the tentacles spread my legs wide.  This time several of the short tentacles inserted themselves into my ass, my pussy, rubbed against my crotch, folding and feeling where it could get a hold to implant its seed.   I kicked and screamed until the thing's paralytic took hold again and then I went limp - powerless.  

 

 

"Ugh," one of the she-elves could barely hold back her puke and left the room, but the men seemed to be stroking themselves to the perversion.

 

All the while Orthar was laughing, filling his batteries one after another.  

 

This one dumped me on the floor like the last, and the process continued.  Orthar had one of the other Thalmor wizards take a turn (after I was tested) and fucked me raw.  Then he summoned a third Estrus, and a fourth, letting his men have turns with me.

 

 

 

When finally all his batteries were full, Orthar looked down on me and smiled, "You belong to me now.  Your only purpose is to charge these, that will fuel our weapons, that will allow us to roll our war machine across all of Nirn."

 

I made no response, as I'm pretty sure at this point I was in a catatonic state.  He chuckled, and started to walk away.

 

Orthar turned the corner, and I couldn't see what he could see, but he was taken aback by whatever it was.

"What are you fools doing?" He shouted, "Get back to your posts!"

 

 

Did the creatures have this effect on people?

I could hear the sounds of distant moaning of men and women, but my brain just would not concentrate on what was happening.

I felt the floor begin to undulate again and I felt like I was going to weep.  Not again...

 

The tendril grabbed my arm and I braced myself for the horror, but instead... it wiped my hand in the blood, then it rubbed my hand vigorously across the magic circle.  

And the creature emerged again.  It let me go, and formed its huge body into a tube as it wormed its way through the small opening in the circle It'd made for itself.  The Estrus scurried off.

Seconds later, I heard screams.  I laid there for what seemed like hours as several more of the creatures did the same, wriggling through the narrow channel made by my arm.

 

I rolled over.  I crawled across the circle (that was no bane to me, only the Estrus creatures) and when I was able to drag my body around the corner, I found an elven woman locked in a pink pod like the one I'd been in earlier - only shaped more like a long tulip.  Another one was grabbed by the first Estrus type I'd been grabbed by, and another by the large pod.

 

 

 

 

The hallway was filled with screams for nearly a minute, then they were mostly corpses, falling limp, including the men.  But one voice rang out over the squelching.

 

"Please!  Help me!" Orthar was being grabbed by the first Estrus type that was all tentacles.  He was the last to be grabbed, and thus the last to be alive.  I stood, and walked over to him, smugly silent as he screamed again.  The tentacles tore into his asshole.

 

 

"Why the fuck would I do that?" I asked, "You tortured me for months.  And finally you're getting some of your own medicine.  I hope you die a painful death!"

 

I limped out of there and opened the door to the outside.  It was daytime, and I'd forgotten that the place was crawling with guards outside too.  I hadn't found my things amongst the chests in the fortress, only a prisoner's dirty garb and a few melee weapons.  

 

I gritted my teeth, and even though I was feeling weak from all the horror downstairs, I drew a dagger and sword and yelled, "C'mon!"

 

 

The four Thalmor rushed me, and I evaded and slashed for a solid couple minutes.  I figured more reinforcements would come, but then I noticed in the distance - this fort was being attacked by Bandits at this very moment. 

 

"Skyrim belongs to the Nords!" One of the bandits yelled.  It seemed even the common rabble were fighting against the Thalmor.

The bandits and Thalmor surface guards tore through each other - causing mutually assured destruction.  The combat spilled over into my fight, the two sides killing each other.  I slashed out at every person there. 

 

When all was said and done, one Thalmor remained.  And like one last goddamn stick in my eye, he got the drop on me.  I was exhausted - not having slept a good sleep in months now.  He choked me out, and I passed out.  

 

He may have realized he was the last Thalmor left here.  He may have been influenced by the Estrus' aura of sexual perversion. 

 

 

All I know is I woke up with his dick in my mouth and my hands tied again.  Seconds later he was cumming on my face.  I looked up.

 

"That's how we treat women where we come from," he chuckled.

 

I was looking behind him.  A giant club came down on him, exploding him into a frosty, bloody mess.  I started to beast call at him, but the Frost Giant nodded at me and walked away.  The... spirits?

 

 

I was left standing there, alone.  I dropped to my knees in the frosty cold, letting myself weep for real this time.

 

I realized the Estrus may be coming any minute and I sprinted the fuck out of there.  And just a bowshot away, I found them.

 

"By the gods!" Serana shouted, Damien by her side.  

"Please!  Teleport away!  Now!  Let's get out of here!" I screamed, grabbing at his robes.  We appeared in Highreach.  Serana carried me, naked, to the hot springs.  I gripped her and she sat down with me in her arms, still clothed.  I put my head on her chest, shivering, and fell asleep.