A Tale of Three Nords

[DirtyOldMan]

I found that the vanilla game, even with the COBL library added, had too few books for such a rich setting, and none at all from the most celebrated author character in the game. Thus I decided to try my hand at filling in the gaps. This is the second of my attempts to add some spice to the game. A bit of history about this tale, following the RPG portion of my game, Casta decided that her fame factor from 'Woman Gone Wild' was fading and fading quickly. She had to come up with more books, and since WGW was her bestseller, she decided to go down that tacky path one last time...

 

Kiddie Alert! If you are easily offended by sexual events and innuendo, leave now. Some of my stuff can be right nasty smut.

 

 

 

The Tale of Three Nords

 

By Casta Scribonia

Authoress of Woman Gone Wild

 

There once was a proud Nord named Steinar. He was strong and sure, and sought his fortunes as a knight to the south. He became a city guard, then Captain of that Guard.

 

There came a young maiden from Skyrim, with a handful of septims and a dream of good weather. Her name was Frieda, and she turned that handful of septims into an inn of well-repute. She worked hard, but all her patrons were well-satisfied with their stay in her inn.

 

These two Nords both worked and lived in the Cyrodilic city of Sutch. Both were well-known throughout the city, yet they had never met. It seems the two were destined to remain aloof of one another, never meeting. There was talk of intervention of the gods- why else would two Children of the Sky not meet, when both lived in the same foreign city and both had good reputations and other things in common. It seems Mara wanted these two together, but the others gods- or maybe even the Daedric Princes- did not.

 

Thus the two Nords danced around each other, oblivious to the other except by reputation and deed.

 

Dibella watched patiently as Mara did nothing to further the love between these two. For four years, Mara diddled away time while the two became more and more entrenched in their loneliness and solitude. So she put her own pawn into play. If Mara would not bring these two together in Matrimony, Dibella would feel free to act in her way.

 

A strapping young Nord walked into Sutch one day. He was tall and fair, so fair in fact that his hair was more white than blonde. He had blue eyes tainted with grey, and when he spoke, one could hear the rumblings of thunder far away. This young man did not have many coins, thus staying at the expensive hotels in town were out of the question. He did have enough for a night at the Dappled Merrie, where Frieda ran a respectable establishment.

 

The young man was taken by the grace and beauty of the young Frieda. She did not show her beauty- her long blonde hair was always tied up in the Redguard coil so popular with the Nord working class, and her drab outfits covered her body so well she presented little other than a shapeless mess. But the young man saw past that to the sparkle in the eye and the smile as she worked and became smitten- to a degree.

 

The young man was a wanderer. He was never long in one place, and knew he never would be. His heart went out to the young maiden, but he knew he could not keep her. But that was not the plan of Dibella either. When she came to his table, he commented on her beauty and how her hair would gleam like the sun should it be let loose, and gave her the dress he has bought from the store with his last septims. He then smiled, ate his food, and went out into the town and from there into the wilderness beyond.

 

Steinar and Frieda continued their fruitless dance. It seemed the ploy of Dibella had failed, but the goddess simply smiled. She was not finished yet.

 

The man returned a month or so later, his purse bulging with coin. This time he could afford the high class hotels, but decided to go to the store first then to the Dappled Merrie. He rented a room from the lovely Frieda, complimented her on her new clothes and hair, and drew forth a book to read. The runes on the cover made no sense to the maiden, which intrigued her as she was very literate.

 

A Nord who could read impressed her. A Nord who could read foreign and arcane writings intrigued her more. She dawdled by his table, engaging in conversation, as one by one the other occupants retired to their rooms or returned to their homes. The two were alone.

 

“You are very pretty with your hair like that,” the young man said, “and your interest in literature is astounding. You may have this book.” And he handed her another book from his bag, one whose runes she did recognize. ‘Wild Men and Wilder Women’ by Carina Skryver, an author from here in town.

 

Frieda blushed.

 

“I see you know the tale,” the young man said with a falling tone. “I had hoped you would not, so that I could teach it to you.”

 

Frieda was surprised and shocked by the open invitation, but thrilled as well. She did not know what came over her, only that at this moment, alone with this man, she wanted him more than anything else. And she wanted him to teach her how a wild man drives his woman wilder.

 

He rose at that point, and she fell into his arms. Their kiss was passionate yet gentle, and his arms strong but careful. After the longest of kisses, he led her to the room he had rented from her and once there, closed the door behind them.

 

He kissed her again, and slowly but deliberately peeled first her shirt from her back, then her skirt from her hips. She did the same to him while enveloped in another deep kiss, until they were naked. He guided her to the bedroll, parted her legs gently, and kissed his way down her firm and fit body pausing only a few minutes at her large breasts to suckle them before continuing down.

 

She gasped slightly as his tongue found her labia, and even more when that tongue parted those labia and began circling about to open the inner lips and finally to caress that hard little knob inside. She groaned with pleasure as she felt an unknown force coming upon her, driving her into a frenzy that climaxed in a massive release to his relentless tongue and massaging fingers.

 

She lay panting, spent, but the Nord was far from finished. He kissed his way back to her breasts, and then to her neck, and then to her lips. She embraced him strongly and firmly- never had she felt what she felt at this moment. There was some pressure below, then she yelped as her hymen ripped apart. Her hips retreated from the unexpected pain, then thrust forward when that did not work. She felt something large and firm inside her, and then whispered words and a flash of healing made the pain go away. All that was left was a willing woman with a dripping vagina, riding the Beast with Two Backs with the young man whose stiff rod was planted deep inside her.

 

Never had she felt such pleasure, never such joy. They made sweet love that night, and again in the morning before she went to back to work with a smile and he back to the wilds of the hinterlands.

 

He returned a time or two, and each time was the same. Never had Frieda been happier as when she shared a night with her lover, but she knew it could not last. Her lover was a wanderer, and she was tied by her fate to Sutch.

 

One day a group of bandits hit a merchant wagon train  just outside of town. Steinar led the guards into battle, and mightily they smote the bandits. Some were driven away, and some sank down to the ground with grievous wounds. But the bandits were not the only ones struck down- the great Steinar had been felled by a gash to his neck.

 

As he lay dying, Mara finally came into action. She moved Dibella’s pawn from the Wilderness to the fallen knight. The wandering Nord then happened upon the battlefield, and seeing his fellow Nord fallen, rushed to help. He had a few spells for healing others, picked up in his travels, and with those he was able to save the life of the Guard Captain. But Steinar was still weak, though now he could be moved.

 

The closest hospice was the Dappled Merrie. The surviving guards carried their commander to the hostel of Frieda, and there to a room. The lass cared for her new client herself, not trusting her orckish porter to be gentle enough with the wounded. And as she tended the Captain, sparks flew. The two found each other at last.

 

The wanderer slipped away to leave the lovebirds to themselves, his mission completed. He was rewarded with the company of the writer woman he met at Frieda’s competitor, the one who wrote the book he had given Frieda. The writer woman had heard the tale of the three Nords during several very hot sessions of being driven wild herself. The tale inspired her to write a new tale, capturing the essence of the love triangle. The wanderer slipped away sometime in the night, after yet another session of powerful lovemaking, to leave her to her scribblings.

 

Dibella smiled as her hero slipped out of town into the dark wilderness beyond.  Her champion had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. Frieda and Steinar were now star-crossed lovers and a happy couple, and her rival goddess Mara had been forced to employ Dibella’s hero to make the match. That Frieda was carrying the child of the wanderer made no difference- just icing on the divine cake. She knew Steinar and Frieda would make wonderful parents.

 

[Trippy_the_Squirrel]

Interesting.   Just had a chance to read this through.   To me it reads a little like the Merchant's Tale from the Canterbury Tales.

 

 

I still think you should release a mod and put your books into Oblivion.

 

Regards,

 

Trippy

[DirtyOldMan]

I probably will, though I would rather have feed back on some stories first, so that I can improve the tales before release. Better a good tale served late than trash served early. 

[dult]

TBH, it's easier to eat trash than stories, even if it is horribly unpleasant.

 

That said, take as much time as you need. These seem pretty good, and I'd like to see more of them.