Day 1:

That's it. I can see the city of Windhelm, the place were i'll finally set foot in Skyrim, where hopefully i'll manage to become the wise mage I've always wanted to be.

It's been a very long travel on this boat from Daggerfall to here. Especially considering the fact that Kjar, the boat captain, didn't want to dock in Solitude. Apparently there is some sort of conflict here in Skyrim, I guess that I should have learned a bit more before leaving Mother and our house in Daggerfall. Also, he didn't want to dock in Winterhold for the place is "filled with mages"... Pity, that's the place that I am trying to reach eventually. But first, I'll go Riverwood. I "have" a house there. Actually, it is my mother's, one of her rich patron wanted to impress her and gave her the deed and the key to a house in Skyrim one day that he was feeling very generous. However, mother will never go there, in fact, I believe that she will never leave Daggerfall. According to her it is the only place that is more or less civilised appart from the Summerset Isles, and an altmer prostitute like her, highest class as she may claim to be, who sold herself to non mer will never be able to come back to the aldmeri dominion.

So yeah, I've stolen her stuff to run away. That may make me the worst daughter ever, at least I am sure that it's the way she sees it. But I never wanted to become like her. Why give me an education if it was so that i could follow in her footsteps? So when she started to ask me what kind of patron i would like her to contact to sell my "flower's blood" to, I just couldn't take it.

So here I am, in a country where mer are not liked or trusted, although I have read that there is a big dunmer community in Windhelm so this place mustn't be too bad, and where magic is something considered filthy... But it is also the only place where there is a magical college that accepts anyone without political ties, noble lineage or money. And it is far enough from my mother so that she won't be able (I hope) to send some mercenaries after me to get me back and make me her favorite employee in her high class pleasure house...

Anyway, our boat is finally docking and I think that i'll go eat something in a tavern. Kjar, who has given me the name of a carriage driver out of Windhelm who will take me directlly to riverwood (which is unusual sinceit is a rather small village), has just told me that i'd be better off staying on his ship until one of his sailor takes me to the carriage out of the city, but I have been far too long on a ship. I am in a new place for the first time of my life and I intend to explore it a bit!

 

(...later...)

 

Oh by the eight. As soon as I get out of the boat I start to feel ill at ease. I guess that I have lived a pretty protected life, surrounded by rich people and their staff. In fact, I have almost never seen people of the beast or orc races. Here, the dock is full of argonians and I have to admit that they kind of scare me with their strange hissing voices, their unblinking gazes, their scaly skins... Well, I guess that it's normal for Argonians to work on the docks, i read that they like water, even if I doubt that swimming in these glacial waters would be pleasant even to them.

Anyway, it takes some courage to get out of the planks and onto the docks proper.

Once I get amongst them, I wouldn't say that their strangeness vanishes, but since nothing wrong happens I get a bit braver and start going around.

First, I buy some sort of fish buns from an argonian lady who has a little food stall, and when she is handing me back my money, she rasps:

"You shouldn't be here little elf. This country has no love for you. Go back on your ship and sail, far away."

Not knowing what to say, I take my food and leave, mumbling a thank you. Then, as I finish eating, I notice that many people are staring at what looks to be a good quality colored add on a wall. Since I have left my glasses in my bags on the boat, I have to come closer to see what it is about. And I get so shocked that I stay there, petrified for a while, wanting to but unable to avert my gaze...

It's an add about a sale. A very peculiar one. The sale of a human being, a woman to be precise. From what I know slavery is forbidden in Skyrim, so what is that add doing here? And that's not all. The add must have been done by magic for you can see a very precise depiction of the woman, and it isn't like a painting, it's a lot like the magical image captures that some mages do and sell on the market places of Daggerfall, but I don't know if it wasn't altered in a way for that woman who is covered in chains is... More than buxom. I mean, I myself happen to have a very generous figure for a mer, especially my bossom, which is one of the reasons I guess why mother was starting to think of all the money I could earn, but that woman, every part of her is way more than voluptuous...

As I keep staring, I hear someone next to me hiss:

"Oh, you like her? You are right, what iss not to like here. But little elf musstn't be jealouss, she alsso iss very pretty!"

Surprised i look to my left and i see, not without a scare, that an argonian worker is staring at the picture, standing just next me.

"What? Jealous? You mean me? No, no I am not, sir..."

"And you are right not to, pretty one, For your mammariess may not be as big, but I find you very ssexsy, Yess. Ssuch a ssexsy ssmoothskin elf!" He tells me will getting even closer to me, his eyes unblinking.

"It's okay sir. I am not jealous, so I think i'll have to go now. It... It was very nice talking to you though."

But as I try to leave he puts his hand, his scaly scary hand on my rump, keeping me next to him.

"What is the rush, pretty high elf? What do you have to do in a csity that hatess your kind? I believe if you have ssomething to do, probably it would be better if you let me come with you, for your protectsion, you ssee?" He keeps going, his hand still on me.

"I.. No, thank you. And I am no elf. I have to go now. Someone waiting for me." I stammer and I depart quickly, wanting to but trying not to run.

I actually don't really know where it is that I am going, and I soon realize that I have left in the opposite direction of where the boat that took me here is. Chancing a look behind me, I see that not only is the one who so rudely talked to me still here following me, but another argonian, looking just like him has joined him.

Trying not to panic, to tell myself that they can't follow me forever, I keep walking and, so concentrated am I about their footsteps behind me that I suddenly realize that I have turned away from the docks.  It is then that another Argonian turns the corner in front of me and looks at me as I stop, not knowing what to do or say.

He walks to me in his ragged clothes, His gaze on me and i Back up but the ones behind me don't give way...

It doesn't take long before there is a wall to my back and the 3 argonians are around me.

"Please! I'll give you what I have. It is not much, but please let me go!" I plead with them.

"What iss thiss brotherss?" Says the newcomer. "How come thiss little elf iss sso sscared? What have you done to her?"

"Nothing!" Answers the one who started all this. "We were just protecting her. A losst little high elf, in a country of mean sstormcloakss, we wouldn't want bad thingss happening to her."

"I... I am no elf!"

"You think uss sstupid? We have no sscaless on our eyess you know?" Answers the ragged one. "A hat may hide pointy earss, but it doessn't hide golden sskin."

Then he turns to my 2 followers. "You are right brotherss, this one appearss losst and foolish. Probably better for her if we keep her with uss, ssafe."

Seeing them come clother. I tell in why I hope to be a commanding voice:

"Don't touch me or I'll scream."

"All right." answers the one who appears to be the leader of the 3. "No Touching, what about showing?"

I am about to answer that there is no way that I'll show them anything when they actually start to undress. Shocked beyond belief, I end up with 3 naked argonian around me. And as I watch astonished, they start panting in rythm, pumping the dragons between their legs.

"Fertile iss the earth brotherss." Says the one in the middle.

"Fertile iss the earth" Answer the two others.

As I watch fascinated, their dragons rise proudly, and scaly.

"Potent iss the sseed brotherss"

"Potent Iss the ssed."

As if hypnotized by their voice, and by the rythm of their panting, I can't detach my eyes from their virility, especially the one in the midle who is enormous, one of the biggest that I have ever seen. And virgin though I may be be, I have seen a few, watching as mother entertained her guests through the keyhole to her bed chamber, my fingers fluttering on my shy flower. My fear melting away, it is replaced by another feeling and I have to remember not to actually start to touch myself.

I no longer know what they are saying, kind of taken in by the rythm of their back and forth raspy talk ponctuated by their huffing. I am about to fall to my knees when a strong voice shatter the sort of trance I was getting into.

"Oy! Cut it out you fucking lizards!"

We all turn to see a city guard bellowing at us.

"Will you stop it with your sick mating rituals, you scaly motherfuckers? Leave that poor girl alone and come with me, it's off to jail for you now!."

Suddenly, my aggressors are running, the guard cursing after them, and as if awoken from a dream, I start running too in the opposite direction. I end up I don't know where, on some stairs, breathing hard. When I look up, I see that there is another of these adds on the wall, with another girl on it.

And there, as I try to calm my breathing down, I can't help but think about what would have happened to me had that guard not shown up when he did. Were those argonians ensnaring me in a kind of spell? Would I have been forced to obey them? To pleasure them? I can imagine myself, naked too, surrounded by them, at their mercy, at their service...

Alone is these stairs, next to this ignominous magical picture of a naked chained woman, my breathin isn't slowing down, and despite the freezing cold, I feel so hot...

Lost in thoughts, I keep thinking of what could have been my fate. What then, after having submitted myself to them, would their leader have taken me away to make me his? Maybe in these very stairs, he would have checked that nobody was here and then he would have fiercely plunged his strong dragon in my shy flower, claiming my first time's blood and making a woman out of me...

With a start, I realize that I am pleasuring myself in a dark stairs in a city I don't know, next to an add about the sale of a naked enslaved girl.

However, try as I may, I can't stop and my fingers keep rubbing me through my clothes until with a whimper I feel one of the strongest orgasm I have ever had go through me like lightning.

Finally, when I come back to myself, I get my hat back from the floor and leave, so ashamed I wish I could disappear. But I don't go back to the docks, too afraid to meet these argonians, or even that guard. Keeping as low a profile as I can, asking my way only to women i happen to meet, i finally get out of the city to where my caravan is supposed to be.

When he sees me the driver is surprised as he thought that I would be getting there later, with some luggage and a sailor carrying them, but I really can't afford to go back there. So he calls those other people who will travel with me, 3 fellows with weapons and armors, probably the mercenary type, and as night falls on us, we leave Windhelm behind us, and not too soon if you ask me...