Date: Sundas, 18^th Last Seed, 4E 201

Current active quest: Enslaved Wenches

Current level: 1

Current gold: 30gp

Dear dearest diary,

As my orgasm became a memory, I dressed horridly, no longer as ease with the glares of the other patrons. Ariss looked at me with expectation. Any confusion as to what was expected was dispelled when she offered a hand for payment. I knew I had only a coin or two – desperately needed for the journey but I had no desire to offend. After all, I’d already made my decision to return before I left Skyrim. She removed the contents of my coin purse with out pause and then returned to her duties behind the bar. Feeling foolish at believing our encounter was anything other than a transaction, I opened the tavern door and re-entered the night.

Why had the High Priestess not told me of this when I was training? Of course I knew the services of our temple could be carnal and of course I suspected there would be a reimbursement for it but such arrangements surely only took place at the temple in the form of instruction or consultation? To be able to purchase attention in a tavern in full view of people was…cheap? Tawdry?

Dear diary, I must confess I’m struggling to find not only the words to express my feelings but the feelings themselves are at odds with my expectation. I certainly feel anger but at the loss of the last of my coin only having just regained some. In all honesty, doing those things with a woman in full view of people felt incredible! Did all taverns offer those services? If so, would it be the same or was Ariss uniquely talented?

I was still pondering these questions at 11pm when I arrived in Morthal. With no money, I knew lodging – whether providing other services or not – would be closed to me. There was a crowd, quite upset, outside the Jarl’s home although it was not their leader who addressed them, but her husband, Aslfur. Without funds for shelter, I had an idea inspired by Ariss but had to wait until the crowd left before I could see if it worked. While waiting, I could overhear the crowd’s concerns about a wizard “in their midst”. In Anvil and Cyrodiil as a whole, magic users were so commonplace as to be unremarkable. But this was Skyrim and not a normal place.

Aslfur finished addressing the crowd and they begrudgingly departed. I took the moment to approach one of the guards. He examined my body with his eyes and the shudder that spread throughout my body wasn’t merely from the bitter cold.

“Hello, gorgeous,” I ventured, as calmly as I could. “Are you available?”

His response made it clear he’d understood. ”Are you interested in me?”

I swallowed, my breath caught in my throat. “For 50 septims, I could be yours.”

I was certain he’d refuse, arrest me even. But he agreed and, hoping he’d prefer a private room at Morthal’s inn, I asked how he wanted to take me (even with limited experience of men I knew the language they preferred). His reply was brisk and to the point.

“Face down”. He grabbed my arm, spun me around and with none of the grace or gentleness I felt at the fingers of Ariss. I assumed he meant on a bed in a warm home or inn but no! He meant here, now – and in front of all of these people!

The shock of realisation was little compared to the shock of feeling his manhood pressing against my perineum. For a horrid moment I thought he wanted to penetrate my arse (not that I had anything against that method of lovemaking, more than doing so without the necessary oils and preparation did not bear thinking about) but thankfully he moved it down towards my vagina.

His skin was sticky from that day’s sweat and his breath was still scented by his last meal. Now I was naked with legs spread wide by his thighs, he paused only briefly to smear spittle on the head of his penis before pushing it in. It hurt at first, given my unready state but as those few inhabitants of Morthal still awake at this late hour began to watch, I became wetter. The guard’s bodyweight pinned me to the ground while the intensity of his thrusts grew. He was a large man but I was unprepared for the length and thickness of his cock. There were thrusts when I wanted to cry out in pain and thrusts I could barely keep from screaming. With both of his hands buried in the snow either side of my head, I knew I would be waiting an eternity for him to attend to my needs, given how intend he was in securing his own pleasure. Using one arm to support his weight, lest he fuck me through the snow and into the soil below, I began to rub my clit. At first the night’s cold had stolen from me any desire other than for coin but my partner’s bodyheat and my own arousal had warmed me sufficiently. My clit was firm and received my touch gladly, so I indulged without hesitation. Impaled on the panting man above me, pinned on the cold ground, the skin of my cheek kept being scratched by sharp stone as the guard's thrusts pushed me across the ground. I tried my best to reach orgasm before his climax but nothing - not even searching my memory for every last detail  of Ariss was enough. With a rough final thrust and a grunt, I felt warm seed splatter against my backside.

Breath coming in ragged gasps, I dressed quickly although before doing so I’d used a handful of half-melted snow to wipe off the cum dripping from my backside. Now back in his armour, I waited for the payment we agreed upon but he did nothing but look past me. When I pressed the matter and went to remind him, he refused to speak to me! He did nothing but speak meaningless words about how he’d been an adventurer until he took an arrow to the knee. I get asking, even offering myself a second time but he showed no interest. With no other choice and no desire to approach another guard, I left the city and knew there was no other option but to make my way to Whiterun on foot. It would be a hard journey through a land I’ve never visited before full of unknowable dangers, but it couldn’t contain men who would renege on agreements after sex.

Could it?