Daughter's True Love
Volume One: "The Journey".

Hello dear reader, the story I want to tell you happened in the midst of the oblivion crisis. This is an ordinary story about an ordinary family caught in a difficult life situation. I'm with my family, mom, and stepfather, and by the way, my name is Ellie. What am I talking about? Oh, yeah. History... My family and I owned a small farm not far from Kvatch, it is a large city in the western part of Cyrodiil, Colovia, famous for its conservative views and culture. Once upon a time, Kvatch was independent and even fought wars with its neighbors, for example, with Skingrad.
But that's not what the story is about. So my family, my mother is a pure-blooded representative of the Nords from Skyrim itself, a proud warrior who served in the imperial Legion, a model of courage and belligerence. When the Daedra invasion began, she, remembering her oath, rushed like a north wind to the nearest fortress to offer her blade. all she did for my father's and my father's safety was to put me in a wagon moving with refugees into the depths of the empire and give me an iron dagger and an Iron sword to my father... Ah, Father, he was a noble and highly educated man who loved me madly... Although I call him father, he is not my family. I've never seen my own father, and I don't know anything about him. Mom often said about him that he was as majestic as a rock and windier than a storm on a windy peak.Yes, I didn't know my father, but I got to know my father's and then man's love in full, but everything is in order. Before we reached the port from which, according to my mother's instructions, we had to board a ship and go to Skyrim to my uncle Rogvir.
How a messenger overtook us with the news that the city had fallen and all its defenders had been killed or captured by the Daedra. My poor mother. The father did not show that he was deeply upset. Oh, those Bretons, but at the first camp at night, I heard him mourning our loss. It was the first time that, because of our shared grief, we realized that we love each other not only as Father and daughter. there are no vulgarities, just a meek, shy kiss as a sign of comfort. I don't even remember who initiated it anymore. that evening there were too many tears about loss and laughter about the deeds of the past days and tears again.
All the following days, right up to buying ship tickets and going to sea (yes, someone will say that it is possible to get to Skyrim by land, but we preferred safety), we did not talk about what happened, and generally tried to avoid this topic. Until one evening, when my father didn't drink much and fell down while pitching. his back didn't hurt much and he asked for a massage. Apparently, then I didn't know how to do it at all, and because of this, I had to massage Dad's back several nights in a row. One evening, I noticed that when I walk around my father in front and massage his neck, collarbone and shoulder blades, Dad turns his head violently, then I thought it was because I was hurting him, but one day, namely on the 3rd evening, I realized what was the matter.
The thing is, most of my stuff was left at home, and there was a lot of fuss when we got ready. and Dad just grabbed clean laundry from the yard and from the wardrobe, while mom collected money, jewelry and watched the road. So my father picked up my mother's things by mistake, and they're not too big for me, if you know what I mean. and when I bent down, my cleavage area, which was already not enough to cover, without a hairpin, exposed my young and elastic breasts. It was she who caused this frequent head twitching...
Me: Dad, where are you looking? It's good that we're alone here. What will people think? (I must say, in those days, my father drank almost every day. He couldn't stand the pitching and the loss of mana. That's what he told me)
Father: It's okay, honey, it's natural for a man to stare at women's charms, especially when they're so young and beautiful. You've inherited all the best from your mother, you're such a beauty. (he held out his hands to me for the leftovers and started crying)
Of course, I forgot about this misunderstanding. How many times has Noah seen me naked at home, and how many times has he bathed me and changed my clothes. just think I saw a young body. moreover, he said it was beautiful. Iya answered his call. tightly pressing the face of the father sitting on the hammock to his stomach.The sobs and mutterings about forgiveness and the matter soon subsided, his arms held me tightly, and mine, in turn, stroked his silky hair and strong masculine shoulders at random.
For a moment, he lifted off my stomach and his head touched my young breasts, but I didn't pay attention to it. 
Of course, not enough time has passed yet for us to communicate freely or rejoice at our salvation. For this reason, for me, even an awkward conversation, even if it wasn't decent, was a breath of fresh air. The people who sailed with us lost as much as we did, if not everything. But my father and I lived in a cabin, not a shared living hold, and because of this, I could not freely talk to them. It's easier with strangers. No need to worry about their feelings. You can just talk about almost anything in the world. After all, you'll probably never see each other again. But there were no girls in the ship's crew. Which means you can't talk about a lot of things with them. Although the sailors' interest was understandable for young girls and not only young ones.
I had no experience dealing with men, peers, or older men either. only my father and the shopkeepers to whom we sold goods from our farm.
And the devouring glances of men hungry for a girl's body made me feel uncomfortable. That's why I tried to avoid many of them. perhaps only the cook... A cook is a cook, but only on a ship. He was friendly with me. His name was Harim, he belonged to the Redgar people, I was young then that I knew about this people. Just that they're born warriors. 
Harim was an obese man with a lot of scars on his body and face. according to his stories, he went through more than one war, but closer to the age of 50 he discovered a culinary talent in himself, but he did not have a talent for entrepreneurship, the skills acquired during his combat days were useful to him to escape from Hammerfell. Harim often repeated that I reminded him of his beloved granddaughter, while his voice trembled... I didn't dare ask him about her fate.
Mom often repeated that an intelligent woman should not cause tears in a man, and especially in a war, much less see them. Although my father is still a "crybaby", my mother said that he was a special case, his tears were not from weakness but from a lot of emotions, and for this she loved him and I too.
My father's words pulled me out of my thoughts and memories.
Father: Tell Ellie, won't we always be together? You're not my own daughter.
Me: what are you saying, even if I'm not your daughter by blood, but I consider you my own father. Of course we'll be together.
Father: But when we arrive in Skyrim, your uncle will meet you and he will want his niece to live with him. Even though he has a big family, your mother said that he is in good standing with Yatra Winterhold.
And he made it clear that he doesn't really like me on his doorstep.
Me: Well, let it be. You are my father and I will not give up on you. No matter what anyone says. Then, then we could have gotten off a little earlier in Solitude. I've heard that there are a lot of refugees there now, we can easily blend in with the crowd.
Father: Wandering around? No, I don't wish that fate on my girl. You should have something better to do than live with an old man like me. We paid almost all the money to avoid sailing in a shared cabin or hold.
Me: and you're not old, we're only 17 years apart. I was only 2 years old when you took my mom and me into your house. And we didn't spend everything, I still have jewelry that my mother hid in my backpack.
Father: Thank you, daughter, for not thinking of me as old. 
He clung to my stomach again and his arms tightened. Then he didn't loosen his grip much and raised his smiling face to me and said.
Father: Do you know what else we could do so that no one could ever separate us?
Me: What is it? (I smiled back at him.)
Father: we could become more than father and daughter... If you don't mind, of course.
Me: I don't quite understand you. (I replied, still smiling)
Father: I think you understand perfectly well, you haven't forgotten our kiss that night, have you? (there was a playful twinkle in his eyes) I know for sure that I haven't forgotten, I felt when you stretched my back and sat on top of me, how hot it got between your legs, how you walked around the hammock after that and didn't cover your breasts, showing all your charms, I remember how every time you snuggled up to me, you rubbed your elastic tits. (He hugged me tightly to him, lowering his head just below the navel and loudly, deeply inhaling air through his nose). I can smell the scent of a young virgin pussy. my pussy. His hands squeezed my ass, I didn't even have time to notice when they were under the hem of my dress.
(he raised his face again and asked)
Father: You really don't want us to be separated, do you? (His voice was trembling, then I thought he was trembling with grief, but now I know how men's voices tremble when they are excited to the limit and long for you)

The end of the first volume.

Daughters True Love.
Volume Two: "Playing in the dark".

Once again, I am glad to welcome my dear reader. It took some time before I could collect my thoughts, and most importantly, I found the strength to continue my ambiguous story.
 My story stopped at the father's question. You've probably already thought of a lot of possible answers to it, but I couldn't answer, I couldn't say a word. probably
 because I suspected what this could lead to, and what scared me the most was the lack of worry and fear about it... Surely some of you sophisticated readers imagined a different picture, but in fact this is a story about an inexperienced and young maiden for whom everything is for the first time.
That's why I didn't say anything. My father stopped sobbing and looked at me with a worried look. He rarely has that look.
In order not to cheer him up too much, I bent down holding my long hair, I kissed him on the forehead and on the cheek. He tried to reciprocate and get to my lips. I dodged it. not on purpose. It's just that the ship has found a wave, and even though we have successfully got used to the constant rolling, it still manages to present surprises.
 The awkward moment was replaced by laughter, I wanted to walk, breathe in the sea air, see the night sky, guess the names of the constellations and see the reflected moon 
in the waves cut by the ship.
It was the first time I felt something so overwhelming, alluring, and light. I wanted to fly, to fly over this ship, to soar above the sea, to see the earth from above. Of course, I had no idea what to do about it. And what it is. Do I have the right to feel this way, to desire???
I was going to. I wrapped my dress around myself, securing it with a bone brooch, threw on a shawl that my mother made for me when I came of age, and burst into tears. I was sobbing and inconsolable, My father was saying something to me, kissing my cheeks, lips, I was crying. She roared and pushed him away. I needed air, I had nothing to breathe, something squeezed my chest, my heart, I ran out of the cabin. running out, I knocked over someone, not understanding where I was, and who it was, I was running. the ship 
was plunged into the darkness of the night, silence, creaking masts, heartbeat echoed in my head, ears. all over the body.
I burst onto the deck of the ship, gasping for air, tears rolling down my cheeks, and I realized that I felt sorry for myself. I'm sorry that there's no one around to tel
 me everything, I'm selfish. I want something just for myself. the soft rustle of sails, the cool night evening, the creaking of masts, the sound of water, my tears, sobs 
and cold silent stars in the sky, everything around them is strewn with them, both below and above, and the moon is incredibly huge, wise but silent moon majestically 
towered over the mortal world or maybe only behind me. She's selfish.
I wiped away my tears, I am the daughter of proud sons and daughters of Sayrim, I can do anything, even if the whole world turns against me, I will be proud and silent like the moon. I took a deep breath of the night air....
It seemed to me that when I ran out, my father ran after me... He probably stayed there with the poor guy I took down. I'll have to ask him who it was and apologize.
 Tomorrow, yes, I need to sleep. I would like to fall asleep here on the deck admiring the night sky...
I don't remember how I ended up in the cabin. but I woke up early in the morning almost at first light, and sunrises happen early at sea. Everything that happened yesterday seemed like a dream to me, I've never experienced so many emotions at once in my life. When I got to my feet, I realized that it wasn't a dream. Since childhood, if I had tantrums and couldn't stop crying, then I always had a headache. My whole face was smeared with toga, saliva, snot, tears. but...
after washing, I went to Grandpa Harim, he always woke up early and prepared breakfast for all the permanent and temporary guests of the ship. Of course, he didn't cook
 alone. Nevertheless, he controlled every step of his subordinates without forgetting about his work . He's really a natural cook. I thought then. As I approached him, I offered to help with the cooking, as always, but this time he did not refuse. He ordered me to peel a bucket of vegetables. 
X: Clean those vegetables over there, daughter. soon they'll spoil so much that I'll make stew out of them.
And the meat will spoil soon. At least there were freezers in the nearest port... One of the chefs grunted.
K: if only there was this port at all. diedra has probably already destroyed all of Cyrodiil.
The old soldier threw a rag at his subordinate, cursing loudly in Redgar.
 a lump rose in my throat and my chest tightened again, I began to peel the vegetables, ignoring the swearing behind my back. When your mother is a warrior of the north and even an officer of the legion, it only happens as she said or as she said. There is no third option. so I got used to switching over and drowning out the noise with my thoughts...
tears rolled down again, I sobbed a little harder than necessary, and the old cook noticed it.
X: Look what you've done, you toad spawn, thunder tear your spleen. 
Eat, my girl, don't cry, now Uncle Harim will throw this bum out or if you want, we'll cut out his tongue. The poor cook turned pale and waved loudly. What else are you 
doing here? Go away, you useless fool.
The old cook stretched out his hand to help me get to my feet, I did not have time to stretch out mine, as he took me by the waist with both hands and rushed up, as if I weighed nothing at all. I screamed from surprise and from the fact that my brooch stretched and my chest swayed exposed.
I: Ouch. Drawling, wrapping up my dress, buttoning my brooch, I exclaimed.
X: Oh. The old cook exhaled, not taking his eyes off the young body. Forgive - forgive. He said, still looking at me, and he hastened to apologize. I'm not very patient, you know, so I decided to help you get up, let's go. He took me by the hand, took the bucket with his other hand and pulled me away from the kitchen to the next room.
 
Jumping up, I hurried after him as best I could, without having time to answer anything. I must say that I stopped crying. We found ourselves in a small room - it was a recreation room for kitchen workers. There was a table, several chairs, shelves with various utensils, hangers with changing clothes, a tribal basket for dirty clothes and towels.
- Sit down, daughter. The old man said, probably more commanded. And once again, I'm sorry that my guys upset you. I'm sure Cyrodiil hasn't fallen. And for staring at you.
I was embarrassed, I did not know what to answer, and suddenly I remembered the words my father had said to me yesterday. Without hesitation, she said them in a half-voice.
- It's natural that a man looks at a woman's breasts, especially one as young and beautiful as mine. Before I knew what I had said, I was horrified at how easily I did it.
My interlocutor answered.
- Yes? I did not expect such an answer, but I am glad that the issue was resolved this way. I don't like, you know, all these apologies. He smiled.
- Um, I'm sorry, it's just the first thing that came to my mind, that's what my father says. I hastened to justify myself.
- A smart man, your father. He continued to smile.Well, since this is the case... He thought about something for a second, looking at my breasts or brooches.
- If this is the case. he repeated. I heard something from the conversation between your father and the captain... In general, could you do something else
  Something to help me with. Past peeling vegetables, of course. It seemed that his thoughts were far away, but the smile did not disappear from his face.
- Yes, Grandfather Hamir. I hurried to reply, glad that I could be useful. There was a sweet fog in my head. Everything didn't seem significant, and I was ready to help the   old man, so that he wouldn't ask.
Harim, he closed the door. 
- Can you please an old soldier and show him your boobs? He said with emphasis and pleading in his voice.
- Yes of course. I replied. Stretching the brooch, and removing the dress from the chest, sticking it out a little in front.
  Is that good? I asked.
- Yes, fine, he replied. Without taking his eyes off me.
- Can you shake and shake them with your hands behind your back? He asked.
- Whatever you want, Grandpa Hamir. Why do I like it? Why do I easily agree to everything? Who cares. The main thing is that I feel good and so does he.
I began to move my shoulders from side to side, putting my hands behind my back, my chest swayed pliantly.
- It was cool in here and my nipples started to harden. 
- Just look at it. It seems to turn you on. Stop, he commanded. I obeyed and I liked it.
- Is there something else? I asked, but in the place of the answer, he began to act. Reaching out with both hands to me, he took my breasts and felt them. From the beginning, slowly with just my fingers, then more confidently and intensely with my whole hand squeezing harder and harder, then he began to scroll my nipples. From this, the nipples became very hard, and my pussy was wet, for some reason I decided to tell him about it.
- Grandpa Hamir, my pussy is completely wet from what you are doing. I exhaled.
- That's how it should be, my girl. Show it to me.
I obediently lifted my dress and pushed my soaked panties to the side. 
- Here's a look.
- You have a great hole and nice tits, and your face is very cute, and those plump lips are made to suck a man's cock. Have you already sucked many people's dick? He asked me.
- Not a single one. I replied. I've never had a man before.
- What an omission. He squatted down, tilting me back, and I braced my back against the table.
With the fingers of both hands, he spread my labia, my whole pussy was flowing. 
- What an omission, he repeated. Running his big and rough fingers over my tender, virgin pussy and clitoris. I felt hot, and my whole face and chest were on fire. It really is a virgin hole. He finished the inspection.
- Okay, bitch... Uh, I wanted to say granddaughter. Get dressed, I'll come by tonight, there's something I want to discuss with your dad, and there's a lot of work to do, and you start peeling vegetables, when you're done, clean up everything here and you can go to your cabin. That there was no one here. Is that clear?
I nodded and started getting dressed.
The old cook left the room, closing the door behind him.
My head was filled with thoughts about what had just happened and why, and I obediently did everything I was asked to do. I fixed the dress with a brooch and my thoughts disappeared. That's probably how it should be. 
An hour later, all the instructions the old man had given me were completed, and I looked out the door. The campus was bustling with activity. Everyone was busy. 
- I finished. Loud enough to be heard, I said.
- That's great, daughter. The old cook replied. 
- My guys took the food to your and Dad's cabin. You deserve it, have a good meal and thank you for your help. Hamir said without turning around.
I left the kitchen and went to the cabin as I was told. On the way, I didn't meet anyone, they're probably still asleep, I thought. Or maybe everyone has already gone to breakfast? 
I didn't bother to find out. There was no one in the cabin. Did I spend more time in the kitchen than I thought?
I didn't bother to find out. There was no one in the cabin. Did I spend more time in the kitchen than I thought? The room smelled of food, it hadn't had time to cool down completely. I didn't really want to eat, but Hamir asked me to eat, and I was happy to start eating everything that was brought to us. Eggs, bacon, some corned beef, I've loved it since childhood, fresh juice, fruit, some toasted bread and cheese. It seems that all this diversity made me feel bad. I ate too much. Deciding that it would be good to stretch my legs a little after such a meal, I went up on deck. This time, while I was walking, sailors scurried past me, hurrying about their business, people who were able to buy seats in private cabins like us scurried past. As soon as I climbed to the top, a fresh breeze hit my nose, the sun was warming very well, seagulls circled shouting over each other. 
- Where have you been all morning? A familiar voice asked. It was the father.
I turned around.
- Dad?! I helped Mr. Hamir in the kitchen, then had breakfast in the cabin, and where were you? I asked.
- I was at the captain's, considering the condition I found you in here yesterday... I already thought that something bad had happened to you. My father started, but I interrupted him.
- It's okay Daddy, I just helped the cook and that's it.
- You were right, all men are interested in women's breasts... He interrupted me. 
- So, I see you liked this old man? Let's go to the cabin and tell me everything. He said in a semi-commanding tone. I wanted to protest that I had just come here, but seeing his concern, I nodded my head in agreement.
We were walking very fast, and I could barely keep up with him. As soon as we were in the cabin, he locked the door, looked around the cabin and brought his face very close to mine, almost touching it. He hissed in anger. 
- Did you fuck him? Isn't it? Answer me, you little bitch? Quickly. He ordered.
The fog appeared in my head again and I told my father everything that had happened this morning. 
- Damn old man. The father swore. He didn't find out my secret. He was thinking to no one in particular.
- No, it's not possible. No one knows him. And you, quickly undress, I want to make sure that your hole is still intact. I obeyed.
- Lie down on the table and spread your fucking legs. Yes, that's it, wider. Lick daddy's pussy. He examined me carefully.
- Now remember, no one should fuck you if I don't let them. Is that clear?
- Yes Father,. I replied. But why? What's wrong? I'm so submissive. Maybe it's because of the promise I made to myself last night... My thoughts were interrupted by a new order from my father.
- Well, everything's great here. Now tell me, what did he say about tonight?
- He said he's coming to visit us and he has a conversation for you. I replied, standing up.
- Get on your knees. He ordered, and I obediently obeyed the order. Now answer me. When he asked if you sucked a lot of cocks, it turned you on, didn't it? I nodded positively.
- It's good, everything is working as it should. Well, we're going to fix that now. He pulled his cock out of his pants and pulled my head towards him by grabbing my hair. - Suck it, my father commanded. I started sucking. My father held my head with both hands and shoved his cock down my throat, I choked and coughed, every time I struggled to breathe, he slapped me in the face and wailed:
- That won't do, swallow it properly, play with your throat so that my cock feels good, don't let it out until I let you. I threw up, there was a knock on the door. He let me go.
- One moment, please, my daughter is not well. Get dressed quickly and put everything in order here, I obeyed. He headed for the door.
- Who's there? The father asked, putting his hands on the latch and the door handle.
- This is Captain Veers. Your daughter, I think... My father opened the door.
- Ahhh, Mr. Captain, come in, don't stand in the doorway. The captain came in looking at me and the pool of vomit.
- I see you started without me, the deal was different. The captain got angry. I noticed an abrasion on his forehead.
- No, no, Captain Veers, I remember our agreement. She really didn't feel well. He waved his hand at the table with food. The captain stopped staring at me, well, it's good if that's the case. Remember our deal. He threatened.
-I'm sorry, Captain Veers, but as you can see, she's not well. I don't want to upset you, but I'll have to postpone everything until tomorrow.
- Okay, but see you tomorrow. If not, I'll eliminate the middleman, so to speak. And without waiting for his father's reply, he left the cabin, pushing his father away.
The father locked the door, Rezo turned around and said with narrowed eyes:
- Well, are you happy, bitch? Because of you, I've angered the captain, and we can't quarrel with him, at least until we get to Solitude. He slapped my cheek with the palm of his hand. Then I grabbed my hair.
- Wipe it thoroughly, and clean up, because of your fault we have guests today. He pushed my head away.
- Daddy, I'm sorry... He didn't let me finish.
- Apologize with your body tonight. He came out of the cabin muttering to himself. Until the evening, I was alone. I washed the whole cabin and myself as I was told. 
The fog in my head interfered with my thoughts and I just sat looking out the window.

The end of the second volume.

Daughters: True Love.
Volume Three: "Face Without Mask".


Well, dear reader, this time I will continue my story without a long introduction.
 The day dragged on annoyingly slowly, and after lunch the sunny weather turned to rain. The sea, which had previously arrived in calmness, began to worry.
Drops drummed on the eluminator and the body of the box. The whole ship was buzzing with waves, wind, raindrops, and Korobl's crew scurrying back and forth. the commands of either the senior assistant or the captain himself were muffled, or maybe the boatswain was hurrying the gawking sailors?
 My mylsi only came to a relative standstill for dinner.I couldn't focus on anything all day.
As soon as I started to understand what happened today? To think about the reasons why this could happen, there was a knock on the door.
"Who's there?" I replied.
"This is Patrick, the cook's assistant, and I met with Mis today. I was told to hand over the basket of food.
I wondered if I was hungry right now. I remembered how my father fucked my throat in the morning, and then I threw up. A lump rose in my throat and I started to feel sick.
"So, am I going in or am I going to leave it at the door?"
"Leave it at the door. I shouted with all my might and took a deep breath to suppress the nausea.
- Okay, the cook muttered. I'll apologize later, or this old Redgarian will rip my balls off.
The silhouette of Harim's grandfather popped up in my head. The fog reappeared in my thoughts and took them away from my mind.
- We need to pick up the food. I said it out loud.
Getting to my feet from the table, I walked slowly to the door, but before I could touch the handle, the door swung open.
It was my father, and he was clearly in a bad mood.
- Fucking. Where the fuck are you going? Grabbing my shoulder, he asked me, shaking me several times.
- I'm not going anywhere, I'm just... I was interrupted.
"March into the cabin, bitch, and don't make a single sound!" He jerked me around and poked me hard in the front. I could barely catch my balance and almost fell.
"Damn cow." He swore.
- But the father is there... I've been shut up again.
Are you dumb or deaf? I told someone to shut up, and... he stopped. His voice became soft, as if another person was standing in front of him. that abnormal father just doesn't exist, I thought, and the fog finally enveloped my mind.
- It's okay, honey, Daddy, we're just upset that we lost money to this trash again. They're definitely cheating. But thanks to you, Dad is in a good mood again. After all, his girl will help today, with the help of our guest, to return part of the amount to dad.
- Yes, I'll be a good girl and try to return part of the amount. I confirmed it. Karzina was in his hands. The cabin was slowly filling up with the pleasant aroma of food... Brown bread, fried sea fish, probably potatoes... My stomach rumbled. I felt hungry.
"Be patient. My father replied, clearly hearing his stomach rumble. We'll wait for this fat man and then we'll eat, and then we'll finish what we started the morning with.
- Grandpa Hamir is not that fat and he is a good person. I said it almost in a whisper, but my father heard it.
"Is that so?" He went to his duffel bag and started looking for something in it, saying something about some kind of effect and that it was probably time to stop doing something. I caught a glimpse of an old scroll.
"Dad?" What kind of scroll is that? I was curious.
"The scroll?" Which scroll? Oh, that one... Just an old trinket, don't pay attention. The scroll looked old, but it had expensive jewelry...
After a moment, he pulled out a very stylish red outfit from the duffel bag. A semi-transparent women's shirt with open shoulders and ties from the front made of light fabric, a corset with small cups that do not cover the chest but only support it from the bottom, a short skirt that barely reaches the middle of the thigh.
"Get dressed," he said, throwing the clothes at me and giving me the brooch. He said, holding out his hand.
I obeyed, stretched the brooch and handed it to my father, the dress, which was already very loose, easily slipped off my shoulders and then my hips. I was completely naked.
My father was staring, it was not easy for me, I wanted to turn away, but he forbade me. 
- Face me, I want to see everything. He said breathlessly, as if anticipating something.
I had no choice but to face him and start getting dressed. all the clothes except the shirt were not much loose, the skirt barely covered one-fourth of my hips, the corset, although not strict, was very tight, my breasts in this corset were pressed against each other and pulled up, I looked like a slutty girl. I wanted to cry, but my father said something, I didn't understand, and the fog obscured all my thoughts.
My father came up to me, squeezed my cheeks with his hand so that my mouth opened with a deft movement of his other hand, he poured something into my mouth. The taste was foul and bitter. Some kind of medicine?
"Swallow it." I swallowed it. warmth spread through my body and stopped in my lower abdomen, my pussy got wet. He looked me in the eye and said:
- Everything is working. Taking a half step back, my father lifted my skirt and slapped my inner thigh, forcing me to spread my legs wider. He breathed heavily, running his fingers over my pussy and clitoris, my body trembled, bringing my hand to my eyes, I saw my juices on his fingers, my body trembled, connecting and unclasping my fingers, I saw a silver thread between them that immediately disappeared. 
"Open your mouth and suck my fingers with your tongue." I took his hand in mine and began to lick his fingers. the taste was strange. I didn't like it. He picked up a cloth from the table and wiped his hands.
- Well, get up, set the table, your "grandfather" will arrive soon Hahaha. He laughed.
I silently started putting the food on the table.
The sea became calmer. The rain and wind stopped humming, and the first stars began to appear in the sky.
There was a knock on the door.
"Go open the door." His father hissed.
I obeyed. Harim was standing outside the door. He was dressed as usual, with a loose shirt and wide trousers tucked into high boots with drawstrings. He had a bottle of wine in his hand.
- Come in, we've been waiting for you. I said, stepping aside.
- Here's a girl, this is for you. Harim handed over the bottle and entered the cabin.
There wasn't much room, and his presence seemed to shrink the room.
- Ah, Harim, what a surprise... The father stretched out as if he were really glad to see the guest, but it was fake and not covered up.
"Straight to the point?" Harim asked curiously. 
"Well, I think you're a lot smarter than you want to sound, but I'm not in the mood to play with you, Breton." Harim blurted out with a frown. On his belt behind his back hung a fancy Redgadr combat dagger with a long, wide and curved blade. The hilt was decorated with some kind of stones. The dim light in the cabin made it hard to see them.
"Games?" What kind of games. I don't understand what this is about. Aren't you here because of the revealed mystery about my poor daughter? My father spoke with even more forced politeness.
"What secret are you talking about, Breton?" Harim asked, raising both eyebrows.
Meanwhile, I walked around my father and Harim and put the bottle on the table, waiting for the new team.
"Well, what about it?" The honorable Cook found out that my daughter has a weakness for the male sex! Weak at the front, so to speak. I try to keep her strict, preserving her innocence, but sometimes incidents happen like in your kitchen. The poor child doesn't know what she's doing. He blurted out, smiling slightly at his companion.
- Yes, what are you saying?! So a bone brooch that looks so much like one of those used by some magicians to subdue consciousness is just a piece of clothing and that's it? By the way, where is she? Harim asked, examining me. And putting one hand behind his back as if he was going to fix something. 
- The brooch is just a trinket that was given to her a long time ago. Unfortunately, it wasn't the clumsy child who converted her when she was walking on the deck. Said the father.
- How convenient. The old cook chuckled. I'll tell you what, Breton, if you're who I think you are... I don't know what arrangements you have with the captain, pray to all the gods you believe in, because sailing won't be safe for you. Why don't you say something? Where's your brooch, girl? Answer me correctly.The Redgardian turned to me.
- I don't... My father immediately intervened, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
- Oh, don't bother the poor thing, she's so upset that something dear to her is missing. Go for a walk, daughter. My father ordered it.
- As you wish, Father." Just as I was heading for the exit, a new order came in. 
- You shouldn't leave. It's cool out there. And we're not done yet. Grandpa Harim said. I stopped.
- No, get lost. My father ordered. Only I silently headed for the exit.
- You can stay." Harim commanded. I froze.
- Damn old geezer. How dare you tell who to do what here? My father got angry. Go away! The father barked.
- Stop and undress. Harim ordered.
I started obeying the order without question. My father froze, confused, all his attention focused on me. Harim drew his dagger and was at his father's side in the blink of an eye. The fog began to recede. I stopped fiddling with the ties and hurried to get dressed.
- And now let's talk, necromancer, to be honest, and remember that I may be old, but my hand will not waver. Who are you and who is this girl? Harim asked.
- Calm down, buddy, we are refugees, she is my adopted daughter, I have been raising her since childhood. His father's eyes darted around the room.
- Don't lie to me, Breton. I know the material that the brooch is made of, I know that you have bewitched this girl and for some reason she obeys, and so do I. I thought she was just a whore and you were her pimp. But no, she's a virgin. Harim pressed harder and a small trickle of blood flowed down his neck.
- Well, to hell with you, I'm not a necromancer, but I have the same tools as them. But I'm not one of them. This girl is really my adopted daughter. I've been experimenting with this brooch and it just so happens that anyone who cares about it can control this fool. she will unconditionally do whatever she is ordered by someone who is dear to her heart. Are you satisfied? Let me go.
- I'm not done with you yet, magician. I've never loved your brother, but you're the worst person I've ever known. You've subdued the mind of a child you've known since childhood. I don't know how you were going to use it, but I don't see any regret in you. You certainly weren't going to do anything good with her. The Redgardian growled. I froze in fear, my mind cleared, but I was afraid to move from the truth that had just been revealed to me.
- Are you going to lecture me, Redgardian?" Do you remember where the biggest slave market is? Eh? Or whose homeland is known for its brothels filled with sex slaves of all ages? How many people has this hand indiscriminately sent to their fathers without flinching? How old was your youngest victim and what gender was she? Just playing with the mind. Nothing happened. The girl is alive, healthy, eats until she is full, sleeps as much as she wants. He can even do household chores carelessly. And you're going to tell me about humanism and morality, no way. the father screamed and tried to push the Redgado away from him, but he did not succeed.
"Don't even think about opening your mouth one more time and thinking that you know my people or me. Otherwise, it will be the last thing you do. this girl is now under my protection, and therefore under the protection of the whole team. You got it, slug. I know that she has an uncle and he will meet her, so I will make sure that she gets to Skyrim safely and meets her relatives. And you'll get off at the nearest port, and I don't care what happens to you. And until that day, she will come to me every day. And I'll make sure she's okay! Do you understand me? he pressed on his father's neck once more and a new trickle of blood appeared.
Harim forcefully pushed his father against the wall when he nodded in agreement. The father continued to glare at the Red Guardsman with hatred, but the old cook did not seem to notice this. 
- And you're a girl, remember, you have to come to me every day and tell me if you're okay. Do you understand? I nodded in agreement, but this commanding tone again awakened the fog in my head and worries, worries and fear completely disappeared into it.
Harim left the cabin without turning around, taking the bottle of wine from the table. We were silent for a while.
"So you really used me ?" I asked.
My father said something unintelligible, and the fog closed my mind.
Think about it. you can use the scroll of oblivion that I stole from the Order of the Psijics many years ago, but his magic is too powerful and nothing is ready for the new cycle yet. A massive spell of illusion will not help at least with this Redgardian, I attacked his mind three times and he doesn't care, this strange magic is contained in his dagger. double-check the charms on the brooch. She shouldn't have to obey the other. This shouldn't have happened... My father was pacing from corner to corner and not talking loudly to himself. without noticing that I'm already fine. Well, I'll have to play by his rules, but I still have a few trump cards, let's start with that idiot captain. You wanted to see that bitch lose her virginity, you fucking impotent man. Good. With your support, I'll get rid of this old geezer.
I need to prepare everything for the ceremony, there's not much time left, I have to be reborn in a new cycle, which means this bitch has to get pregnant. Otherwise, 300 years of work will go down the drain. I won't let that happen. where's the damn fertility potion. Found.
"Oh, my daughter, are you awake yet?" He murmured with a smile. And the fog continued to confuse my thoughts, I understood everything this time and remembered, but the fog did not allow me to resist.
- Yes, Father. I'm totally fine. I said, but I didn't really think so.
- That's good. Listen and remember. From now on, you're going to do exactly as I say. you will go to this old man and tell him that you are not forced to do anything, that everything is fine with you and you do not need anything. Is that clear?
- Yes, Father. I don't need anything. I repeated it stupidly.
- Great, great.But let me check something out. Take off your clothes and put your hands behind your back, spread your legs wide and open your mouth.
I obeyed, standing in front of him completely naked, I felt hot things flow between my legs, as juices began to flow out of my pussy. Her nipples swelled from the coolness and a chill swept over her skin. my father tipped my head onto my ass with one hand and put a bottle with something that smelled unpleasant in my mouth and ordered:
- Drink up. Be a good girl and drink.
I drank everything he gave me. warmth began to spread through my body, my labia began to swell, my desire increased, my nipples became hard from excitement, not cold, my body shuddered not from coolness, but from desire. desires, So that I would be possessed.
He reached out to my pussy and ran his fingers over it, felt my breasts with his other hand, squeezed and twisted my nipples several times.... I let out a long sigh, waiting for him to continue, but
... - Everything is working as it should. He smiled to himself.
- Pussy is wet, nipples are hard and sensitive, do you like it? He asked.
- Yeah, ahh. I squeezed them out long and breathlessly.
"Do you want Daddy to fuck you?" He asked, squeezing and twisting my clitoris between his fingers again.
- Yeah, aaah, I replied without holding back a groan.
- Let's wait for the evening, my little whore. My father laughed.
"You'll stay in the cabin. Clean up here, go to the old man's place before dinner and talk to him. Answer as I ordered you. Is everything clear, bitch? My father hissed angrily, and I just nodded in agreement.
- Oh, yes, I almost forgot, you can get dressed... I need to secure the cabin with magic in case that dumb Cook decides to do something against me. The father added faintly.
I obediently got dressed, my whole body was still burning, my nipples were rubbing against my clothes and this added excitement... juices from my pussy were flowing down the inside of my thigh. I was excited to the limit.
Meanwhile, pulling myself together, I gathered up my father's scattered belongings and put them away, then I collected the empty and unfinished alcohol bottles and put them in the basket by the door.
I wanted to run, scream, or at least just cry, but like an obedient puppet, I continued to carry out my father's instructions. The fog whispered his father's last orders, and his body obediently obeyed those orders. I was afraid that my mother was also under the influence of the same fog... what if he sent her out of the house just to get rid of the nuisance in her face? After all, he never loved us. He was just using both of us... From these thoughts made me feel scared... I remembered my childhood, how this man lifted me up, encouraged me, supported me, and how my mother laughed while drowning in his arms.. The fear didn't take long to sober me up, my agitated state evaporated, and tears rolled down my cheek. but the fog immediately enveloped my mind and completely suppressed my will.
I came to myself only in the evening. I was standing in front of the door to our cabin. I had a basket of food in my hand, apparently I had already visited Grandfather Hamir. I entered the cabin. My father was sitting at the table and sorting through some kind of precious stones. The table was a mess. an open bottle of wine, some scrolls of parchment with incomprehensible inscriptions and lines. There are several open books with the same incomprehensible drawings of circles and lines, and similar inscriptions. He didn't pay any attention to me, as if I didn't exist.
- Yes, this soul stone is quite suitable for the basis of a protective spell... We need to find another one to automatically summon the Daedra.
He was talking to himself.
I just stood there silently and waited for further orders.
Having found the right stone, the father gathered everything from the table and said.
"What the hell took you so long, I'm already hungry." Do you think I'm going to fuck you today if I don't have the strength left? My father muttered angrily, putting everything in his trunk and closing the lock.
I silently set the table. Today, the cook gave us Porridge with fish and greens. 
- Well, it's not bad. Said the father, finishing eating. 
He pulled out a bottle of a similar liquid from his pocket, which he had already poured into my mouth, and beckoned me over to him, and I silently approached.
- in half an hour, the Captain will come to the door 5 minutes before that, you must drink the contents of this bottle.
Then you'll act out a scene for him. You'll play the role of a daughter in love with me but doubting if you're doing the right thing, and I'll clumsily convince you, and then we'll see...
I nodded silently and took the bottle back. My father grinned and grabbed my face with his hand, squeezing my cheeks tightly. 
"When I talk to you, you stupid whore, you have to answer me." Is that clear to you? My father asked, pushing my face away from him.
- Yes, Father, I understand everything. I hastily agreed.
"Still, not all your fucking brains were consumed by the spell, which is good considering the situation we're in, isn't it?" He didn't slap me hard, but loudly and sharply.
"Yes, Father, it's my fault. I confirmed...
pleased with himself, he turned around and began to say something. by installing soul stones in different corners of the room and drawing strange symbols around them.
The sun sank below the horizon, all this time I silently watched my father, trying to check what emotions could still help to free myself from my father's spell, but so far nothing has worked....
After a while, I silently got up and drank the potion, almost immediately my whole body trembled, I felt a surge of warmth again and excitement..
A few minutes later, my father came up to me and took my hands.
- Listen, my daughter, I know how you feel about me, and I'm glad that you have such tender feelings for your stepfather... I heard the door open a crack and someone was watching us... I prayed in my mind that it was the old Cook. Meanwhile, my father continued:
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me.
- Yes, Daddy, I am... I want this. I replied, not understanding what he was talking about.
- Okay, then upon arrival at the port, we will run away together, just you and me. He let go of my hands, pulled me to him and began caressing my ass and stroking my back.
- Now don't push me away too much and tell me that you're rejecting a family that doesn't accept your love for your stepfather, tell me that you want me to be your first.
I just did what he told me to do.
- You really don't want us to break up, do you? His voice was trembling.
- of course I don't want that. his hands continued to caress my legs and ass
-But how will becoming lovers help us? I asked.
My father sat down on a chair, pulled me to him and, not in a hurry to let go, loudly inhaled the air near my pussy.
He sniffed loudly at me there again and kissed my stomach through my dress.
- But think about it, you said yourself that you love me, despite the fact that I am not your father, that is, we are pure before the gods, and nothing in the name of the Nine prevents us from continuing to live as one. To be a family for the rest of our days. He blurted out.
- You will become my wife and this will legitimize our relationship. But in the meantime, be a good girl. He continued.
- You're a good girl, aren't you? he held me even tighter, and I let out a half-moan, half-exhale
- Yes. 
My father took this as a signal to act, and one of his hands began to pull up the hem of my dress, while the other began to move under the dress to my chest, eagerly pawing everything in its path, and at the same time he hissed: 
- My good girl, show Daddy your pussy, what are you hiding from me? 
- Yes, Dad, I'm your good girl.
His hand reached my breast and began to squeeze intensely, tightly, first one and then the other, simultaneously twisting my nipples. His other hand pulled at the bottom of my dress and my young, virgin pussy appeared before his eyes. He kissed me there a few times, then knocked me down on a table not far from the hammock. In this cabin, everything was not far from each other, and I saw that someone was watching us through the crack between the jamb and the door. I screamed
- Dad, someone is watching us.
- Don't be silly. Just tell me that you've changed your mind and don't want to be with Dad. He's gone.
- No, I want to, I'll just do whatever you say...
- Is that all I wanted to hear? Good, very good, my little bitch. He slapped my pussy and stood up, moving a little to the side so that the unknown could see everything.
- Say it again. He slapped my pussy again. This time, with his other hand, he squeezed my breast, continuing to pull my nipple with his fingers.
- I'm going to be a good girl and I'm going to do whatever my dad tells me to do, one more slap, but he released my nipple from his fingers and I lifted my head to see what was going on. The door was ajar more than before, and I noticed that the captain was staring at me and touching himself between his legs.
It scared me. But my body wouldn't listen. My father followed my gaze.
And I saw the captain watching us.
- And Mr. Captain. Please come in, we've just started. My father said with a smile and a short laugh.
- No, please, I don't want that." I begged out of increased fear, looking at the captain's not kind face, which was spread out in a smile, the fog receded for a moment.
- And who promised to be a good girl and do everything I tell her? What is it? He asked.
- I'm Dad . Before I could finish saying that I couldn't, there was another slap, this time on my chest, and the fog suppressed my rebellion. And the father said:
- So be a good bitch, daughter, and relax, Daddy promises that 
You'll love what the captain and I have prepared for you.
- Did you bring everything you wanted my bitch to experience, something? He asked.
Instead of answering, the captain looked behind the door and took the valise, this time closing the door tightly and with a latch.
- It's all here. Your whore will love it. The captain said with a smile, coming up to us.
- I'm sure that's true. The father replied.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded. and I obediently dropped my clothes on the floor.
- Lie down on the table, spread your legs wider and let me admire the views. The captain commanded. I didn't move. and he slapped me in the face.
"Are you deaf, whore?" The captain got angry.
"Do it." My father commanded. I obeyed.
As soon as I lay down on the table and spread my legs as I was ordered, the captain began to walk around touching me wherever he wanted and commenting on the examined area of my body.
- Strong hips, virgin pussy, as you said, ha ha ha look at how this slut flows, narrow anus, big and elastic tits, nipples sticking out, she's really turned on. This is the first time I've seen a virgin whore.
Plump lips, delicate skin, gorgeous hair.... Yes, this is a first-class Nordic whore. Let's have some fun. He reached for his suitcase.
Opening the bag, the captain took out the gag and handed it to his father.
- Get dressed, the captain ordered. Oh, and put her hair in a ponytail. I don't like it when my hair covers my face.
My father pulled my hair back into a ponytail and gagged me.
The captain pulled out of his bag three dildos of different sizes, a scattering of clips, several candles, an anal plug, a hook, a rope, a whip, small sticks...
- Finished, great. He handed his father the whip. Now go over her bitch boobs. The captain was breathing heavily and glaring at me.
- I thought you wanted to watch me fuck her." The gag is clear so she doesn't scream. but to flog with a whip... The father did not have time to finish.
- Do what I say or the deal is over." Said the captain.
- OK. The father took the whip, muttered something unintelligible. The fog became thicker. The fear was gone.
The first blow landed slightly below my chest, my skin burned with pain, and I screamed. tears welled up in my eyes, I tried to move, but my body wouldn't obey, the next blow hit my nipple, and pain shot through me. My eyes went dark, tears rolled down in a hail, and a scream burst out... The next blows were still felt strongly. the pain pierced and burned my chest, swaying helplessly under the blows, it was no longer clear if my pussy was flowing harder or if I was pissing myself in pain.
The captain was grinning maliciously, licking his lips and pulling his penis through his clothes.
- That's enough. Finally, he said.
The captain came closer and began to examine my chest, then not only to look at it, but also to touch it, tracing the reddened, swollen marks with his finger, which caused an attack of pain and my body shuddered. Then he started shaking her, sucking and nibbling on her nipples, twisting them and slapping her breasts with his palm, hitting them against each other. I noticed that every time he did something, he carefully watched the reaction of my body and my pussy.
- Put a plug in her ass, not the one with the tail." let the bitch lie face down on the table and wiggle her ass and tail.
I remembered from my childhood that my father hated being commanded.
But he obeyed.
- Turn around. My father ordered. He picked up a fox-tailed butt plug and approached me.
He looked around for lubricant. Meanwhile, the captain was examining my anus and pussy, muttering incoherently. He stretched my labia, massaged my ass, and occasionally spanked me.
- Let the whore just lick her. Capital commanded.
- It won't help. The father replied.
- Are you trying to cross me?" The captain bristled...
- No. She can lick her lips. the plug will not fit into it without lubrication. She didn't have sex, remember? His father hissed, his eyes flashing. 
I thought he was so protective of me. but I quickly realized that he was just infuriated by the captain and his orders. My father would like to do things his way.

The end of the third volume ???