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Whiterun Blues

 

 

It took a while, but I reached Whiterun, mighty trade capital of Skyrim, compared markarth this place is looks much better, even safer and people not care what I am, nor shun me, first time I felt good in my skin. City of Whiterun felt much more lifeful, less fearful than Markarth and even Jarl are a decent nord.

 

 

Of course, I wouldn't reach the city without a help of Uthgerd, warrior I meet on the road, she took some interest me and led me in the city. She was a bit rough looking battle hardened nord women, but she was my type.

 

 

I convinced her to train me in martial combat to improve my skill, and I promised her showing the arts of Dibella and I kept my promise, we started doing dibellan arts, while she train me in combat, was win-win for me.

 

 

But this was a few weeks ago, now I mostly spend my time resting in the Bannared Mare, while waiting Uthgerd for training, she constantly goes on adventure and not let me there, she told me "You are not tough enough and softy, only strong part is you have is your tongue".  So I got other activities to keep myself busy like practicing Dibellan Arts alone.

 

 

Even thought my current happy mood, I got a letter from my mother fromt hese weird couriers.., I think I burn it later, I liked when she was "dead", but of course she was always alive, as kid I thought myself she got killed my the angry nords to make myself feel better and eventually I believed as delusionally truth, til she wrote this then I got remember everything..

 

"To Gwynolda de Chapeau

 

My Daughter

 

I hereby inform you, I am acknowledged you as my legitimited daughter, Your bastard status offcially removed and you are now heir of my guild, land and noble titles along with the wealth of my family.  In this moment I expect you immediatly to take responsibility for your duties as my heir. 

 

I'm going travel to city named Riften in province of Skyrim for bussiness reasons, I like to meet you in person where we can speak of these matters.

 

Daughter, I hope you consider this opportunity and will meet me and not deciding to rot as peasant or a ragged prostitute thinking herself as a Devote of Dibella.

 

Your mother

Lady Eliza Claudia de Chapeau"

 

 

 

She can fuck herself, I'm not gonna bothered by her matters, if I meet her only to punch her in the face then spit and leave. I'm having to goodtime to let her ruin by her desperation and mavolence, I'm sure she have no heairs or any other kid and remembered I am existing, now try tempt me with this. I'm not caring about this.

 

 

Bannered mane is now quite empty, even Hulda seems bored, but I like watching over a crowded night as naked wearing my amulet only, showing them the devotion of Dibella.

 

 

Of course not too long, Hulda seems get annoyed by it, she is pretty nordic women, even a bit mean, I wonder if Malicia looks like her, might should show her the Arts of Dibella later and taste her..

 

Hulda: Gwynolda, you should not wander around the balcony naked, back to your room and take some clothes, you arousing my guest..

 

 

And I got on her never again, fine...

 

Gwynolda: Don't be like that Hulda, I just devoting Lady Dibella..

 

 

This place is less open for the graces of Dibella, I shown it a few girls like Ysolda, even Carlotta and of course Uthgerd too, as cool is whiterun they not too open for sexuality. I heard Balgruuf is a bit too vanilla and Mara worshipper. Anyway I think I will meet with my mother, I have some words for her...

 

 

Gwynolda: Ohh hi there Uthgerd..

Uthgerd: Gwynolda.. Ummm..

 

 

Gwynolda: You wish start practicing the Dibellan Arts I presume Uthgerd?

 

 

Uthgerd: Indeed, I waited this for the entire day, followed your instructions, I'm ready to show the fruits of it....

Gwynolda: Wonderful, I can't wait for it...

 

 

And we started the best time of the day, Dibellan arts..

 

Gwynolda: Thats right, you use the tongue quite well known, 

 

 

Uthgerd usually getting greedy, when it comes to my sheat, she sometimes using her nordic barbaric strength to put me weirder poses.

 

Gwynolda: You getting a bit rough down me don't you think?

 

 

Gwynolda: I think you had enough of my sheat, my turn big girl..

 

 

And this is when a tough nord girls like her is vunerable to my tongue..

 

 

 

 

We finished the lesson with the usual mutual pleasuring as Lady Dibella teaches and went sleep.

 

 

Next day we started preparring to travel to Riften with Carriage. I'm ready to face my mother and all sins of Riften and Uthgerd offered help me to stay of the badside of Riften. New Adventure awaits.

 

End