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Leaving the Bloody Stone
I was still thought about the dream, it was unusual compared my normal ones, Vaermina might decided to make fun of me or not.
It took some time, I looked up a bit of the table, wich reminded me bit of the Temple....
Gwynolda: I was a bit not wise at night...
But I decided its time leave the room and ask about some rumors before leaving the city
Gwynolda: Well its about time to leave...
I started look around for the vigilant's clothing in the room.
Gwynolda: Where is those bloody rags...
I started prepare myself to put those rags back on my body...
These vigilant robe is most uncomfortable clothing I ever weared on myself, I despise all of it, but currently I have not much choice...
Gwynolda: How can they wear of these? Its beyond normal, but guess fitting for the fanatical mobs...
I put up my illusion spell to conceal my true self and leaved to room. I decided to walk barefoot as I used too, shoes are stange....
The smell of blood, booze and vomit welcomed as soon I stepped out the room, wenches walking over, people killing each other for nothing, good old silver-blood inn, where the blood is cheaper than the beer....
Gwynolda: Here we go again....
I sat down and started ask about whats happening in the reach and what are the new rumors...
Innkeeper: Master-Vigilant welcome, how can I serve?
Gwynolda: Greetings, innkeeper, may I ask what are the new rumors?
Innkeeper: The words say witch queen is rising....
He started said the rumors, however this "witch queen" got my interest.
Gwynolda: Witch-Queen? Who is her?
Innkeeper: Some forsworn woman in east reach, she united them and led them against us...
Gwynolda: Interesting...
Innkeeper: The Jarl sent a force against her led by Skjoldr, however.... she sent back his head and his daughter disappeared along with the force....
After hearing the death of Skjoldr, I got a sad, it was a bit hard to hear, the man I saved died not long... I didn't say a word for it.
Gwynolda:....
Innkeeper: Yes, real tragedy to lost an hero like him...
I was sat there for a time withouth reactiong to anything, but the local beggar dengeir got interest in me he stared me.... he probably recognised me..
Dengaine: Are ya....
Dengaine: Gwyoldja?... you not looks like she, but talk ya her...
As soon as I heard him saying my name, I was stood up and went closer to him...before he could reveal me.. I tried silence him...
Gwynolda: Dengeir shut up...
Dengaine: Huh? What ya doind Gwy...
However, I could not hurt or even try kill him, so decided a less drop act for him hoping he would not reveal the sister who helped him...
Gwynolda: Yes it is me, but do not reveal anyone...
Dengaine: Gwynoljda aye wanted, jarl searched for ya, he might pay good money for me...
Gwynolda: Please no...
Dengaine: My mouth may shut off if Gwynoldja will be nice with me... like really you sisters should be fuck with me, I deserve your kindness by your pussy, if you do my mouth is shut for the guards ya...
Gwynolda: Fine, meet me in the warrens later...then I be kind with you
Dengeir...., I healed him several times even gave him food and coin and when he could pay my help for him, he simply balckmail me to fuck him....great...whatever I just want get out the city, I can get over it.
Gwynolda: Great....now I can after the prisoners the beggar, getting better.....
I walked towards to the exit, ready to leave the bloody inn.
I stepped out the inn and the light of the sun welcomed me, it was while when I was in the city streets... it was nice after spending time with those lightless buildings...
I looked around and started see how depopulated it became, this "witch queen" really sparked the war, the city looks more miserable than ever...
I walked a bit around the market, before heading to the warrens, the market was still in good shape, despite the trade worsening of each day, but it was not lively as it was when I was in the temple.
Gwynolda: Well lets go the warrens then...
I walked down to the warrens to meet Dengaine for our thing, the warrens itself is not changed it is miserable as ever it was, the home of the reachmens, I would like here if I wasn't with the temple.. I took off my clothing and was ready to ....
I wasn't that happy with this, but well if that is the price to leave this city, then I take it...
Gwynolda: Well lets get over it...
Dengaine: Great!!
Fucking in the entrance of the warrens at daytime with the infamous beggar... well I fucked enough lowlife in the prison... my image is already destroyed...so its not matter anymore..
Gwynolda: So how you want to do?
Dengaine: I want fuck your big round ass, ever since you started help me I wanted to do...
Gwynolda: Just get over it...
He grabbed me and started touch my butt at the back, it felt rather disguisting, embarrassing....I just wanted to move on...
Gwynolda: Fuck already!.. Don't waste my time...
Dengaine: I want feel you better....
Then he put his sword to my sheat, it was big, I heard rumors but not expected to be true, it felt...
Gwynolda: Ahhhhhhh!!?
Suprisingly, this was better than expected, I do not even thought he can make me feel something other than the desire to vomit...
Dengaine: I'm not infamous, cause I'm ya beggar, nah its about my dick...
Gwynolda: Ohhhhh!!? I can feel it why....
It felt not bad, but still the entire downpart of the city could say the "master vigilant" is fucking with the beggar, it was still humilitating...
Gwynolda: You are big...
Dengaine: Not the first sister say it...
He started fuck me rougher and his sword went deeper in my sheat... I started enjoy it.. or simply got used in the mines...
Gwynolda: Ahhhhh!! yeah...
Dengaine: Your pussy feels great!!..
I noticed he started speak more normal, than his usual weird beggar style as he pounded my ass mercilessly..
Dengeir: Ahhh this ass is better than I thought...
Gwynolda: You speak quite well for while...
Dengeir: Nah its just an act.... this is my normal one..
He cummed in to me, it was well... like in the prison... I felt very dirty for doing this, but well better than murdering him..hurting beggars make Stendarr angry, fucking them makes him Happy..
Gwynolda: Screw you Stendarr...really..
Dengaine: This was awesome...
His sword was still in attacking stance, so I made some fun for myself in the situation, it can't go worser anyway...
Gwynolda: Ahhh yes!! Now I am in controll...
Dengaine: Ohh...
Riding him was better, at least I controlled the act...
Gwynolda: Now them shut up...
Dengaine: Ohh...fine
I decided to put the pose in reserve, it was better to not see his ugly face... it was better in that way and he also shut his mouth...wich was good
I started riding on his sword in reserve, firstly put in my asshole as a little practice of the forbidden art..
Gwynolda: Ahhhhhh!!
Doing anal was fun, it was a while I did, it felt joyful... it brought some memories...
Gwynolda: This feels great, remind me the first one...
Then I simply put to my sheat and started riding on his sword that way..
Gwynolda: Yeah....this is great!!
My reflexes from the mine came up, and I started enjoy it a bit too much or simply my body reacted that way to make me feel better.... or it was the survival insticts back there...
Gwynolda: Yeahhh this feels great!!!...
Then I realised, that fifty day in a mine leaved some of its mark on me, as I did this one, the joy was replaced with sad anger.... reminding myself of the whoring I did what I endured by forbidden dibellan acts and using acts what I liked the best... I felt as an heretic again...
He cummed into my ass, and he was out of rounds, it was about the time to finish this...
Dengaine: Ahhhh!!! This was fine!!!
Gwynolda: ....
After cleaning his messy cum of my body, I decided to put him a nightmare with my illusion spells..as an payback what he made me to feel.. I was bit angered and ....
Gwynolda: Be glad, you get only just this....
Very vengeful, I put him a very special nightmare, so he can't tell he saw me and the spell only wears of If I am leave, but it was the time, I started get my clothes and leave.. going to the gates made me question, it was right to torture him? But I think it was....he deserved it..
Gwynolda: Well you get your punishment to made me to do this Dengaine, enjoy your dreams with Molag Bal.... don't worry you will enjoy those... it is still not enough what you made me feel....
Finally I leaved the city, it felt great to see the entrance of Markarth...the capital of the Reach, the city what Talos founded, it went quite shit honestly, but it was joyful to leave it once for all.. Talos may would dissapointed with you Markarth how much you fallen...
I stared the city for a while, with happier mood, it took some time, but I took every second of it, despite my hatred this was my home after all....it needed a proper farewell...
Gwynolda: Farewell Bloody stone, it was about time to leave you back...
I was ready to go, however this weird bird got my attention..
Gwynolda: Whats this?
It was an bonehawk, wich is weird since they only around in the northest of Skyrim, they should not around here...
Gwynolda: Bonehawk, but why?...
Driada: I see you......vengeful one...from the eye of the bonebird...
Driada: You have such beautiful strong green color in your eyes.....
Gwynolda: Time to go...
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