???: That's that. Now I've just got to so it!

???:But by the Gods, who ever heard about a woman running around in the nude... in Winterhold of all places!?!

???: Sollitude and Whiterun? I can see it. The warmth... the thrill... the audience... Winterhold's just cold and I can feel my nipples getting hard, but not in the good way...

???: Anyways, there's nothing to it but to do it!

The Imperial begins to head out when she hears a man and a woman conversing and her body freezes up.

 

Imperial: I-I... I can't. This is insane!!!

The Imperial takes a few deep breaths...

 

Imperial: Come on Trace, you can do this. It's just for a few minutes then you can put your gear back on and never see this shithole again.

After resolving herself, Trace steps from under the steps and is immediately confronted.

 

Trace: Is... Is there a problem sir?

Guard: By the gods! Wretched woman, are you crazy? It's cold enough to freeze my ears off and you're wandering around in... in--

Trace: I-I know. But, well... I made a drunken bet and lost. I may not be a Nord, but I'm a woman of my word, sir.

Guard: Shameful... But honorable. An odd combination from someone out here, especially an outsider...

Guard: I'll let you off with a warning this time girl.

 

Trace: Thank you sir! That you so much!

 

Guard: Next time I see you you better be in more appropriate attire.

 

As the guard walks off, Trace does a fist pump.

 

Trace: Lady Luck must be on my side today.

Trace: Now then...

 

She glances around to see where she should head next. This little misadventure of hers was only to last a few minutes, but she needed some proof that she actually completed her quest.

Trace: The College is out, because I'll be damned if I let some mage tell me what to do. And going to the Jarl's Longhouse would be borderline insanity...

Trace: So I guess I'll go to the inn! It's always the inn isn't it?

When Trace opened the door she could see that there wasn't as big of a crowd as she thought. A child, a laborer, the innkeeper, and a mage? Must be a guest. The mage and the innkeeper were arguing about something, the laborer was sweeping seeing as she had nothing else to do, and the child was walking around humming some strange little ditty that was out of tune. As soon as closed the door behind her, she felt all eyes on her. The child went wide-eyed and left out screaming, the female laborer chased after her, and the mage, who she could now tell was Altmer, departed to his room on the right seeming to have had his mood further spoiled by her arrival. This left Trace alone with the innkeeper.

 

Innkeeper: H-h-helLO?!

 

Trace laughed as the innkeeper's voice cracked. Embarrassed he tried again with a bit more base in his voice.

 

Innkeeper: H-Hello! Welcome to the Frozen Hearth, m-ma'am!

Trace: H-hey stud, I'm no ma'am! How old do you think I am?

 

Innkeeper: S-sorry! I didn't mean to be rude!!

 

Trace laughed as the Innkeeper tried to keep his composure while talking to her. If she was dressed normally he'd probably be acting the same way but for much different reasons. She flashed him a smile, and he tried his hardest not to look bothered by it. Trace followed his eyes and noticed they weren't meeting her's...

 

Trace: (I see he's thinking with that head... this might trip him up.) So... how's it hanging?

 

Innkeeper: Long and hard...

Immediately the innkeeper realized his mistake and couldn't look at Trace.

 

Innkeeper: I-I'm so sorry. That was unforgiva--!!! What are you doing!?!

Trace sat up on the counter and positioned herself right in front of the innkeeper.

 

Trace: What's your name?

 

Innkeeper: D-DaGUr?!

 

Trace smiled and Dagur looked away embarrassed, but her tempting body made it hard for him not to look back almost immediately.

 

Trace: I know you're embarrassed Dagur, but so am I. I'm not this way normally. Not only that, it's cold and I've nowhere to stay and...

Trace stuck her chest out a bit.

 

Trace: And I've not gold, Daggy.

 

Dagur: That's... that's awful!

 

Trace could see that she almost had him so she cleared her throat and began to talk in as sultry a voice as she could muster.

 

Trace: Could you... Help a girl out? I promise it'll be worth your time.

Dagur: Sure... whatever you want!

 

Trace smiled, hopped off the counter and began walking away.

 

Trace: Thanks so much Daggy! I'll and thanks again!

 

Dagur: W-wait! That's... that's...

Trace could hear Dagur's words begin to slur as if he were mesmerized by something an she immediately knew what it was.

 

Trace: (Horny Nord...)

 

She continued onto her room where she was startled by what was within.

 

???: Dammit Dagur, what do you want--!! What in Oblivion are you doing in my room!!!?!

 

Trace let out a small scream but tried to keep her wits about her.

???: I said, who in Oblivion are-- wait a second, you're that outsider that just entered here. The uncouth woman!

Trace recognized this man, he was the mage that was arguing with Dagur earlier.

 

Trace: (Just my luck.) I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to--

Mage: I don't give a damn what you meant to do! You come barging into my room and expect to leave after having already soured my mood with you abhorrent appearance?

 

Trace flashed him a shy smile.

 

Trace: Pretty much.

Mage: !!! You INSOLENT!!

 

Suddenly and without warning the mage lifted Trace off her feet and tossed her crossed the room.

Trace landed with a thud and felt sore all over as she crawled to the wall trying to distance herself from him.

 

Trace: P-please Altmer... Please don't hurt me any more...

Mage: Altmer? Do you not know who you're talking to?

 

Trace: N-n-no...

 

The mage began to snarl which made Trace jump back in fear.

 

Mage: Get up! Get up wench and place you hands on the wall!

Trace did as instructed and as she was forced to comply she felt at that moment more naked than she had ever felt in herr life.

 

Trace: W-what now?

 

Mage: What now? If I were still at the college I'd probably experiment on you to my heart's content. But seeing as Dagur just chewed me out for a little experiment that went awry a few days ago...

Mage: I'll just have to settle with this!

 

Suddenly, Trace felt the mage's hand fondle her butt and he even got more extreme and began to do the same to her nether regions.

 

Trace:!!! U-u-unhand me!

 

Mage: I don't think you understand the position that you're in...

The mage stopped groping her and pushed her against the wall.

 

Mage: Turn and face me!

 

Trace turned her body towards him, but she would not look towards the mage. She felt sick, and she wasn't foolish to not know what could possibly be coming next.

Trace: So are you going to just stare at me all day or are you going to get this over with little man? Figures you elves aren't real men. You don't even have the spine to go after women in a normal way, the only way you can get some is by force.

Mage: You bitch!

 

The mage motioned like he was going to hit her, but seeing Trace's defiant look made him reconsider.

 

Mage: You think your words, the words of a whore, can challenge me? I'll show you how much of a real man I am!

Trace heard the ruffling of clothes, and when she went to see what he was doing, she immediately diverted her eyes.

 

Trace: By the Gods!! What do you think you're doing!?

 

Mage: You told me to get on with it, now it's time for you to get on my dick!

Trace: On second thought... can you just put that away. I can smell you from here. Haven't you bathed? I though the Mer were a more cleanly race.

Mage: I've been saving all of it for you, bitch!

Suddenly the mage set himself on her.

 

Mage: If you dare scream whore, I'll--

 

Trace nodded her head furiously and let him do as he pleased, else he use some form of magic on her and completely incapacitate her.

After a while of thrusting in and out of her, the mage lifted her off the ground and pressed her against the wall. He wasn't making any hint of trying to conceal his actions, and Trace couldn't help but think why hadn't anyone heard what he was doing to her.

Eventually, Trace began to tire out.

 

Trace: Haaa...haaaaa.... C-come on... Please... stop...

The mage ignored her pleas and continued to thrust as hard as he could into her. Soon, both of them were breathing heavily and Trace knew that this was about to come to a close.

 

Trace: Haaa...haaaa... please... Don't cum... inside me...

The mage stopped and glared at Trace.

 

Mage: You think you can tell me, Nelacar, what it is he can and can't do? You don't hold any power over me, wench!

 

He started up again, but Trace barely noticed as her mind was else were.

 

Trace: N-Nelacar? Did you say you were Nelacar?

Nelacar: Haaa...So what if I did whore? All that... matters now is that I'm about to let my load oooooOOUT!!

 

Trace: (Jackpot!) Don't cum inside me! DON'T COME INSIDE ME!!!

 

Trace's cries only fueled Nelacar as began pumping faster and faster inside her.

Nelacar: Oh.. OOOHH!!! I'm I'M CUM--

 

Suddenly Trace headbutted Trace and kneed him in the dick causing the Altmer to go down to his knees.

Trace glared at Nelacar who was gasping for air as pain surged throughout his body. Slowly she tried to relax and as she did so her voice went from sounding sweet and airy to a deeper, hotter and more husky tone.

 

Trace: Haa... haaaa... You fuck! You were really about to cum inside me!! You absolute shitty excuse for a man!

Nelacar: OOOOOOWW!! Wha... what's going--

 

Trace: Haa.... haa.... Target: Nelacar, an Altmer sorcerer and a former member of the College. Likes: experimentation and whores, more specifically woman who look shameful and easy... Lenenz sure knows his stuff...

Nelacar: OWW!! What are you talking about woman!!

 

Trace: Gods that weak little damsel act was a pain to pull off... Next time I see Babbette I'll have to thank her.

 

Nelacar: Dammit all woman! What are you--

 

Trace nibbled on her fingers as she tried to calm the heat that had gathered in her crotch.

 

Trace: To be a former scholar you're sure slow on the uptake... but I'll be damned if you're not a good fuck...

Trace: It's almost a shame... If you hadn't said your name, you'd probably have a week or two more to live. But lucky for me, you did.

Nelacar: Gods damn you Imperial! What on earth are you talking about!?! Ahhh!!

 

Trace: Look at me. LOOK AT ME!!!

Nelacar did as instructed and was met with a dagger before his face.

 

Nelacar: By the Gods!!!

 

Trace: Now you're getting it. I'm an assassin-for-hire. Does the name Petreta Brandy-Mug ring a bell? A Nord lass that made her way to the College last Mid Year?

Nelacar: Petreta!?!

 

Instantly Nelacar got a grasp of the situation and started pleading for his life with all that he had.

 

Nelacar: P-please! I didn't mean to!! It was a mistake! She volunteered! I didn't force her--she wasn't supposed to die!!!

Trace: Lenenz also said you were a spineless fuck. Bolfrida sends her regards.

Trace thrust the dagger into Nelacar's throat and it came out the back of his head. Short and swift, just as she liked it.

However she made a small error, the bastard wasn't dead yet. As he lay there gurgling out his final words, the Imperial couldn't help but smile at the Altmer's state.

 

Trace: A fool and a coward. At least own up to it in the end. Not that it would have mattered...

Trace: Glad that's done. Lady Luck really was--

 

Suddenly Trace remembered her words from earlier and cursed her luck.

 

Trace: I guess she was right, I really can't escape fate.

Trace looked back at her handiwork one more time before he discarded the dagger and exited the room.

Trace: (Quickly now girl, don't want to make a scene...)

Dagur: Hey, ma'a--miss! Are you heading out? Do you need anything? Some mead? A Weapon? Some--

 

Laborer: Let the slut go. It's obvious from all that pounding that she'll give it to everyone but the ones that want it most. Lecherous husband...

Dagur: !!! Haran!! Would you please, SHUT. UP! Gods woman, why would you ever think I even had eyes for--

 

As Dagur went on and on trying to convince his wife that he didn't lust for the Imperial, Trace was taking in all of his behavior, mannerisms and little quirks for future reference, just in case she ever had to come back to this shithole again and entice him once more. Before Dagur exhausted himself trying to explain things to his wife, Trace finally stepped in.

 

Trace: You were great Dagur. I'll definitely come back for your company sometime.

As she exited the inn, Trace could hear Dagur audibly gulp. Trace and Dagur both knew that the ensuing tongue lashing he was about to receive was going to send him to Oblivion and back, and Trace wasn't particularly in the mood to become collateral damage.

Exiting the inn, the cold embraced her with open arms, and immediately she regretted making that bet.

After making sure the coast was clear, Trace made a beeline to the chest that hid her gear.

As soon as she knew that she was totally in the clear, Trace collapsed next to the chest and sat against the wall.

 

Trace: That was insane... It'll make a good story to tell though.

Trace: Haa.... but to think, I get to get lucky and get lucky all with the same person! The odds?

Trace rested for a few minutes then put on her gear. It was old and a bit worn out, but it was always dependable when she didn't need to be covert (or nude).

 

Trace: Momma's home darling, momma's home.

 

Trace treated her gear better than most people treated their children and every time she put it on was like meeting a long lost friend.

Trace: Now then, should I head back to Windhelm? Maybe I can stop by Riften and catch up with Vex. It's been a while since I've done anything with that vixen. Or maybe--

 

???: Or maybe you can explain why you'r still gallivanting around in that armor, Sister.

Trace turned around with a big smile on her face.

 

Trace: Aha! I was hoping it was you. You always give me plenty of options to choose from, dear sweet Keeper.