We traveled for a while, even into the night before stopping to make camp. The light hasn't been so good but I have gotten a sense of a change of scenery and even of climate that has been pretty drastic. There is no snow now, and even without the big fire that the other travelers made in the center of our camp, I don't think that the weather would be that cold.

The other travelers have respected my privacy while we were on the road, but I guess that I should try to be a bit more sociable now that we are here. So I answer their many questions about  where I come from, where I am going, if I have some relatives or friend in this country, and this kind of things. I Guess that they don't see a young altmer traveling alone in this country often so I can understand their curiosity.

They also share their food with me, which is nice, especially considering that I didn't even think about carrying some, not thinking that I would need it. This proves one more time how unprepared I was to leaving the security of my mother's place. And I thought that I was being so clever and adventurous!

Anyway, they make a great deal of sharing some ale with me. Not wanting to anger them, I take some and even wet my lips in it when they toast for the success of my prospects in Skyrim, but the luxuries of my mother's place have made me used to some more refined beverages and as soon as they are not looking, I empty it in the bushes behind me.

Not long after, exhausted by today's emotions , I bid them good night and go lay down on my "bed" which actually is nothing more than what I guess to be some goat's fur on top of a mound of straw.

I close my eyes and hope to fall asleep quickly, but alas, today's events keep popping into my mind. So I stay there, lost in thought about what happened, and what could have happened with these argonians. I am about to sit up again, when I realize that the coach driver and the 3 other travelers are talking about me...

"Fast asleep is she?" Says the female orc.

 

"You bet, with what you put in her drink, even you would be lost for all apart from Vaermina. She is a cutie right? How much do you guys think she'll sell for?" answers the coach driver.

 

"High elf like her, cute face, big rack? She might be our biggest sale! There's a demand for elf, but they are most of the time pretty disappointing when it comes to titties, not this one I tell you. You bought this story about her being here on her own? If she is a thalmor spy, we might be in for a bad surprise. Should we chain her up now?" Asks the one guy in heavy armor.

 

"Nah. Don't want to have to bribe guards to look the other way if they see us with a chained woman. We'll just keep dosing her to keep her pliant and sleepy and she'll be no problem until we get to Riften, might not even realize we aren't taking her to riverwood before she walks into the slave market's cage. And she doesn't seem too bright anyway. I doubt we got the whole story about why she's in Skyrim but I'd bet more on a runaway from a wedding or a stupid "I'll be an adventurer" type, than a trained killer spy from the thalmor..." Answers the orc.

 

I grow colder and colder as I hear them talk about me. What? Drugging me? Selling me? By the eight, and I am alone with them here in the middle of nowhere!

It was just pure luck that I ended up avoiding being drugged tonight but if they realize it I don't stand an chance, they'll just chain me up and my free life will be over!

Terrified, i keep pretending to be asleep. One after the other, they all get to their own "bed" apart from the one guy who stays on guard.

I know that I have to do something. If I don't want to end up a slave. Still I have not idea what. Ok, I have self taught myself one destruction spell that could be usefuff in a combat situation, but I don't really believe that I can take care of 4 persons by myself with such a basic spell. So I just stay there on my bed. Finally, My inability to act ends when I hear the sound of a trickling. Risking my eyes open, I see that the man on guard as moved away from the fire and is relieving his bladder. I probably won't get another chance. So I quickly get out of bed and start getting away on all four, trying not to make any noise.

As I am getting away, I can't help but stop and look at him peeing. For a second, I wonder what would happen to me if he were to turn and see me now, and then I walk away in the night.

As soon as I am far enough, i get up and start running. Remembering something I read, I move through some of the small ponds and lake that I see to make myself harder to track. Surprisingly, the water I encounter is not only not cold, but most of the time warm and some ponds are even too hot to step into.

Without light, my glasses still in a case on boat in Riften, I can't see much and after a while, the strange noise of the night here combined with the fact that I barely can see where I am going force me to stop. Crawling in some bushes. completly lost and exhausted, I finally fall asleep.

 

Day 2:

When I finally wake up, even through the haze of my blurred vision and some heavy fog, I can see that the landscape really is different from what I could see around Windhelm. I appear to be in some strange swamp. The water, as I saw last night is hot, and even the air is pretty warm. I don't see or hear any signs of my "traveling companions" from yesterday. On the other hand, I am not only completely lost, but I don't have anything to eat or drink and when I try to drink from one of the ponds around, the water tastes so acidic that I spit it out immediately. Not knowing what to do, I randomly pick a direction and start walking.

Later, I see a fire in the distance. I hesitate for a while, thinking that it must be the slavers I escaped from yesterday. However, I am too hungry and thirsty to stay away so I creep towards it, hoping to find the camp deserted with some water and food that I could steal, but it is not the slavers's camp.

Scary and majestic, the giant is watching me, making it clear that if I get any closer, It will end very poorly. Behind it, a great shape moves and harrumphs in the fog, on of the biggest creatures in Tamriel, a mammoth...

I wonder for a while if I could try to run and grab some food from them and escapes, but eventhough I am hungry and thirsty, I am not at a point where i'd consider that a risk worth taking, so I go away, more and more miserable as the time goes on.

Later on, I hear some sort of growling and I crouch in place, not daring to move. I realize that I am right to do so as I see another beast I have read about but obviously never seen. A sabertooth panther, also called a smilodon.

I don't know if it doesn't see, hear and smell me, or if it has just eaten enough already to be interested by a lost altmer, but it doesn't come after me as I back away slowly, and then, when I think myself far enough run away.

Even more hungry and thirsty, I keep waking for what feels like ages when I finally see some kind af standing stones up on a hill. I don't know what I expect going up here, but definitely not that. A Shrine to Akatosh? And more importantly: food offerings!

Of course, I am still lost in the middle of nowhere, and there are some strange bones all around, some of them definitely looking like human or mer ones, but who cares? I don't hesitate for one second before kneeling in front of the cheese and wine and going for it.

Without any thought about blasphemy, I just take the bottle and drain half of its content in a few long pulls, then I take on the blue cheese and start eating it without remorse, its strong taste probably the best I have ever tasted before. I am chewing happily when I realize that there is a sort of clacking noise all around me. Suddenly afraid I get up, only to realize that some of the bones that were strewn around the place are assembling themselves into some skeletons.

Not only that, but they suddenly brandish antic weapons and start towards me. Obviously, I knew that taking offering from an altar was not a good thing, but I didn't expect my punishment to be so concrete and instantaneous! The proud adventurer that I kind of pictured me becoming when I left for skyrim would have stood her ground and incinerated the evil creatures with her strong magic, or jumped on the closest to disarm it before making short work of the other 2. That's not me.

So I run away screaming, skelettons after me.

Alas, not only am I neither a strong warrior nor a powerful mage, but I am also quite short-sighted and without my glasses I haven't seen a fourth skeletton behind one of the standing stone and I almost run into as it jumps in my way and grabs me in a rear choke that I can't escape.

My feeble attempts on the bone arms that are strangulating me don't help at all, and desperate, I realize that i'll probably add my own skeleton to those that are already guarding this place when a man in heavy armor jumps out from behind another of those standing stones and destroys in one swing of its claymore one of the skeletons that were closing in on me.

I fall to the ground as the skeletons lose interest in me to converge towards the warrior. Unfazed, the newcomer destroys the one that was strangling me, then moves out of the way of an incoming arrow with a swift movement I wouldn't have believed possible, especially with such a heavy armor and then runs toward the two remaining skeletal bowmen.

As I get up, he dodges another arrow and covers the distance to destroy another skeleton.

Noticing that he is far away from the last and that he may not be able to doge an infinity of arrows, I finally gather enough resolve to do something else than run away. I gather my magicka in my hands, turn it into fire and hurl it at the last remaining skeleton at the moment where it is ready to lose its arrow at my unknown savior.

I frankly don't know if the skeleton would have had the time to shoot, or if it would have connected to the warrior, but aflame as it is, it doesn't, and with a mighty swing of its huge sword, the newcomer crushes the last skeleton.

Appearing totally unfazed by it all, the warrior moves to the altar, touches the statue and mumbles: "Thanks, Aka... Dragon God, good fight."

He then turns to me and beckons:

"Oy, come here girl, you're safe now, I saved you."

Panting and light headed, I walk to him, wobly on my feet.

"Oh wow, you're cute. An elf, right? Never had one. Good." He says while looking at me.

"Ah... Thank you so much. I think, without you... I'd... I'd be dead for sure. I don't know... Know how to thank you. My name...  Is Idialia, I'm forever in your debt."

"Uh? Ah yes, name's Farkas, of the companion. And Yes, I saved you so... Wanna do it here? Or you wanna go to an inn, do it in a bed? I'd rather here, but a bed is nice also."

I look at him, uncomprehending.

"Do it? Err... Do what sir Farkas?" I ask him, feeling an unease creeping on me.

"What do you think you dumb woman? I saved you, you let me fuck you, that's the rule. Are all elves this thick?"

"What? Fuck you, I... How could you suggest such a thing? I am not such a trollop as to just accept this kind of... Thing, Why would you even spew such nonsense?" I reply, trying to sound angry, but feeling more afraid by the minute.

I lets his sword fall to the ground, then he lifts his hand and for an instant I believe that he'll hit me, or grab me, but no, he starts unstrapping his armor, removing it piece after piece until he stands naked in front of me. I feel my cheeks burning up as I do my best no too look at his dragon, still asleep between his legs, but impressive none the less. The weather seems to be against me too as the fog dissipates, revealing him there, muscular, like a warrior god in front of me.

"Are... You gonna abuse me?" I ask.

"What? You really dumb lass. I don't abuse broads, I save them, then we fuck, and I saved you. Said it yourself. Now do we fuck or what? Plus, see how you are, all red, you want some of it, come on, look at it wench."  He says, pointing at his sleeping dragon.

"I... Please sir, yes I am indebted to you but, I am a virgin sir."

"Oh... Saving yourself for a wedding? Right, You're cute but I can't marry an elf, people would talk you know... Ok, no fucking. How about some head? No? Hand? Come on girl, give me something, I don't go around saving wenches to walk away blue balled!"

"I... Some hand sir?" I whisper, feeling like a harlot. On the other hand, no pun intended, I have to admit that I am curious, I have seen a lot but... Never touched..."

"Right, some hand, that'll be enough for now." He says, feeling my resolve faltering. He beckons to me and I get closer shyly.

When I get to him, he removes my hat and looks at me as I keep blushing.

"Yep, beautiful, knew it."

He then takes my hand and guides it firmly towards the sleeping beast.

"There lass, nothing to fear, it won't bite." He says as I close my hand around him, feeling him wake up, get bigger, stronger, hotter.

As if in a dream, I start stroking his dragon, up, then down, and up again. As it gets bigger in my hand, I slowly fall down to my knees, getting closer to it.

The smell of his virility is making my head spin. I should be disgusted, but I am not, far from it.

"You... You're good at this, lass. Have done this kinda things before?" Asks Farkas.

"No, never." I answer, my mind on the task at hand.

And it is true, I've never done it, but seen it done countless times by mother, while i was watching through the key hole. But seeing and touching are two different feelings, obviously.

Farkas falls too on his knee next to me and I watch up to him as I keep stroking, seeing in his eyes a heat that I can feel reflected in me.

"Yes, girl... Yes! Keep... Keep going!" He pants, letting himself slowly fall backwards, as if all of his sttrength is being drained from him.

By contrast, his dragon feels like burning in my hand, rock hard, stronger than ever.

"Little elf... Oh, little elf... I... I am..."

His voice is cut short as the pleasure overwhelms him, but he doesn't need to tell, I have seen it before, I know the signs... His dragon rears up, ready to spit.

"Kiss me girl, oh kiss me." He breathes. And obediently, I lean over him, Brushing his lips with mine, feeling his hot breath on my face as his seed suddenly shoots in the air.

I don't know how long we stay like this.

But finally, he gets up, as I stay down, my hand sticky with his sweat and his seed.

I feel like running away in shame to wash my hand and never see him again, I feel like licking my fingers clean and taking him in my mouth to see if he could wake up again. I am lost in a turmoil of emotion that, by trying to take me in so many directions actually keeps me stuck in place.

Oblivious to my conflicted state, Farkas starts putting on his armor back up, while commenting.

"Phew, Always heard that you pointy eared ones were cold bitches, that ain't true for you. You really have magical fingers. If you forget this stupid virgin crap, or if tour husband is a wimp and you get bored, you should come to Jorrvaskr and ask for me. I'd treat you right believe me. Anyway, This is no place for a wee lass like you here, what do you say I take you to some safe place before I hit the road?"

Shaking myself, I get up and nod, not trusting myself to speak right now.

"Right then, let's go, little elf. I'll take you to Ivarstead, you should be safe there. And if on the way, you feel like paying your debt to me again, I'll be happy to let you play with my dick... Come on now girlie, let's move."

And just like that, he strides off. His back to me, I take a strong whiff of my hand, savoring his strong smell before guiltyly wiping my hand on my dress. I then start after him, hoping that my luck has finally turned.