Skyrim
Nightingale Hall

 

Only one thing guides Lexi's life now: revenge.

 

In the depths of her soul, the fear she buried inside remains. It is the never-healed trauma of a Breton young girl.

 

 

In her pursuit of secret knowledge, she stumbled upon the corpse of a former Nightingale. With Vaermina's aid and the memories of the erstwhile shadow-servant, she infiltrated Nightingale Hall to strike a bargain with Nocturnal.

 

Lexi had never been more determined.

 

Lexille: Nocturnal, Mistress of Shadows! I have brought you the cursed soul and memories of a fallen Nightingale!

 

I beg you, answer me!

 

Priestess of Nocturnal: How dare you trespass upon this unhallowed ground?

 

 

Lexille: I did not come empty-handed. I have brought the treacherous memories of the Mistress’s Nightingale, and I have brought my own soul.

Priestess Cirilla: So, you are no mere insolent thief who has lost their way in the dark. Tell me, what is it you seek from the Mistress?

 

Lexille: Vaermina tortured me for years, but she could never break me. I wish to become a servant of Nocturnal. I came for knowledge, and in return, I will become the Mistress’s most perilous Shadow in all of Tamriel.

Priestess Cirilla: The shadows reclaim what is rightfully theirs. But you... you demand more than just power. I can feel the terror in your flesh. Vaermina stifled your tears, but your hatred endured-especially toward men.

 

Lexille: No one and nothing terrifies me anymore. Men are tools. I-I just want to crush them... all of them.

 

Priestess Cirilla: Hatred is but a mask for fear. As long as you turn away from them in disgust, they hold power over you. The desire stirred by your body and your beauty is your most dangerous weapon.

 

I will teach you to be not just a survivor, but a hunter.

 

The priestess led two men out from the nearby dungeon cells. Who knows how long they had been kept there, yet Lexi felt as though the priestess somehow knew they would be needed.

 

Cirilla: They obey only my commands. They no longer possess a will of their own. I can do with them as I please.

 

Look and see!

 

Some men are nothing more than creatures of instinct.

 

If you are clever, you can exploit this to its absolute limit. Witness that overwhelming desire in his eyes...

 

You want me, don't you?

 

 

 

 

Come, fuck me!

 

Good boy, harder…

 

Aaaahhh, yeees…

 

Aaaahhh...Aaaaahhh...Aaaaahhh…

 

 

 

 

 

The priestess had sex with both men. Undeniably, she enjoyed it too.

 

That's it! Fuck meeee…

 

Aaaahhh...Aaaahhh…

 

 

 

Cum inside me…!

 

Yeeees…

 

Little later

 

Cirilla: Now it is your turn. Do not fear, my dear! You are the predator, not the prey.

 

Let yourself go.

 

Lexille: Aaahhh…

 

Cirilla: Just enjoy what he is doing!

 

Lexille: Yes… I...

 

 

 

 

I love this...!

 

Aaaahhh…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cirilla: You have become a captive to it...

 

You are the hunter, remember...

 

 

Lexille: Aaaahhh…

 

I froze... He is in control...

 

Aaaaahhh… And yet, it feels so good...

 

Aaaaahhh…

 

Soon

 

 

Cirilla: You must learn to command your own mind.

 

Lexille: No one controls me anymore. Especially not vermin like this.