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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They decided to use Captured Dreams from their bedroom. Eola was wearing a deep blue dress that depended upon two very thin straps of fabric to stay up. Elayne had kept her strapless dress on. With some trepidation, she took off her dragon priest mask and set it inside her bag. “So, I have a plan.”
“As you should.”
“You might have some trouble with people thanks to that collar. So I want you to go talk to the marketplace and to people here in the Skeever. See what you can find about the story of how he fought Harkon. I’ll buy our room, and we can use it in the meantime. I’m going to go return some books I stole to the Bard’s College, and convince them to tell me about Harkon. If anyone knows about heroic deeds, it should be them.”
“The docks might have good information, since we are looking for an island.” Eola pointed out. “If the Bards have nothing for you.”
“That’s a good idea. Let’s meet back up at the Skeever in the evening at the latest.” Elayne nodded. “We will take all the time we need before we meet with anyone else for this summit.” She herself was wearing a very slim dress that appeared backless. It actually had a few thin linen strips that held it close to her torso. It was pretty, and as soon as she leaned around the Skeever to look at the marketplace she saw that she would fit in perfectly. The men were wearing open vests and showing off toned chests and abs. The women were showing off whatever they wanted, though no one was completely naked or topless. It was much colder here than Whiterun, where she had seen Ysolda running around with just a collar around her neck. Oh wait, there was another couple necking in the alleyway, with hands exploring inside of clothing and more. Quietly, she slipped past them with a muffle spell.
She felt more comfortable here in this Solitude. She could sway her hips, not worried about guards arresting her for public indecency. Unchallenged, she walked through the marketplace and through the streets towards the Blue Palace. Her earrings clanged softly once as she was passing the store Bits and Pieces, but it was an otherwise uneventful hike up to the Bard’s College. Funny enough, the door was locked. It was daylight out, which confused her. So, she knocked on the door. When it opened, it only did so enough for an eye to look her over.
“The College is currently closed.” The woman on the other side of the door stated. “We are not accepting visitors in preparation for a major performance.”
“I was returning stolen property to the Historian.” Elayne spoke, specifically not mentioning that she was the one who stole it. The face through the door narrowed her eyes, and seemed to consider it.
“I’ll let him know. Please sit in our courtyard and wait. If it takes more than an hour, then perhaps you should visit in two days time, after we have finished our group performance for the Blue Palace.” She politely shut the door after stating that, leaving Elayne to go and walk around to the back of the college. The benches were dry, at least. So she sat down, thigh bands on display. As she faced the college, the light of the midday sun was pushing into the windows and revealing shapes of those inside. Just the outlines, at least.
One of the bedrooms had a bard inside, an instrument on their shoulder and their body swaying as they played. She wished she could hear more than just the few notes that came through. Looking to the left, there was a far more interesting set of outlines. Two figures were in the middle of a room, clearly having sex. The woman, it had to be; She was holding onto a bedpost as she got hammered from behind. The man behind her was working her over, his hands clenching her hair and slapping her ass interchangeably. That sound was carrying through the window, and Elayne just watched as the pair went at it. She could only see their outlines in the window, but it was the only thing to look at here. Almost in time with the pair moving, she let her tongue apply pressure to her upper lips.
The coupling ended, and the sun only showed that they were separating. Elayne tried to peek through other windows but couldn’t see much from this angle. It took a few minutes, but she heard the door to the courtyard open, and at least one woman exit. Her heels were making good noise on the tiled pathways through the courtyard. Looking up, Elayne was more than a little shocked to recognize who it was. Giraud Germaine, the dean of history for the college was the first out. He was barely dressed, his clothes loosely clasped and his undershirt not even on. Following along behind him was a naked dunmer. Her purple eyes were looking at the ground, and a set of simple heels were upon her feet. A complicated steel collar decorated her neck.
“Ah.” He grinned. “Welcome to the college. I don’t think we’ve met before.” Elayne made eye contact with them both, and she and the Dunmer immediately recognized each other. This was the woman chained to the end of the bed, who she had to get past in order to steal those books. Even though she recognized her, the Dunmer didn’t seem to be angry.
“We haven’t.” Elayne assured. “But I wanted to return some books that belong to you.” She reached into her bag, bringing out all three of the Tales of the Dragonborn books. “Sorry for any delays in getting them back to you.”
Giraud blinked. “They’ve been missing?” He glared at the dunmer, who wilted. “Stolen? Well, how do I know they didn’t just walk away, hmm? That’s another month without clothes for you, Karliah.” He tutted. “You really don’t seem to want freedom, do you.”
“You don’t have to punish her!” Elayne insisted. “I’ve recovered the books, and am returning them.”
“Ah, miss..?” Giraud seemed to wait to see who he was talking to.
“My name is Gwyn.” She lied smoothly. She didn’t want her real name in use here. “Of Wayrest.” One of the most common names that could be found.
“Miss Gwyn.” He actually pronounced it correctly to Wayrest’s accent! “This slave is part of the college until she can graduate. It’s the first step of community service she has to perform for stealing from one of the Elder Council. How she got a hold of Amaund Motierre’s amulet of office no one knows, but she was caught red handed trying to sell it here in Solitude. Thankfully the Dragonborn caught her, and locked her in that collar. It’ll shock her if she tries to leave Solitude before her public service is complete.” The Dunmer looked at the floor, depressed and angry. “Sings like a deranged swallow and plays a flute twice as bad. Could be years before she can leave as a bard.” The older man grinned lavisciously. He obviously had no plans of letting go of her. “So my books go missing? Obviously it is her fault.”
“I won’t contest how you manage your slave.” Verbally. Inside she was ready to scream that it was her that stole the books, and she was the one that was trying to make amends! “But I do have questions that I want answered.”
“You’ve got my attention.” Giraud looked her up and down, Elayne feeling self conscious about how short her skirt was. “The College is having an orgy upstairs, so we locked the doors. Once that’s done the chorus line will actually practice our songs and it’ll get hot and heavy once again before dinner. Since we’re performing at the palace tomorrow everyone is on edge. Even frosty Inga.” He chuckled. “What’s on your mind?”
“Harkon and the Volkihar.” Giraud’s eyebrow rose. “There are conflicting details about the story that I’ve heard.”
“The bards haven’t had much time to look over that one. It was only resolved just last year, after all. Sorry if any of my people have confused you.” He seemed to act like it was alright to ask about. “What’s confusing?”
“I was told that Harkon was some vampiric lord or champion.” She pointed out first. “But no one described what he looked like. Or his own history.”
“Mmhm.” Giraud noted, sitting at a bench next to her and dragging Karliah to sit on the cold stone tile in front of him. “Ask all of your questions and I’ll see what I can clarify.”
He didn’t want to answer her piecemeal. Well, fine! “I heard somewhere that Serana was found in Riften, in some secret vault. And that Harkon was defeated using some combination of cheese and garlic. And I have no idea what their island is like. No one seems to know.”
Giraud laughed. “I’ll have to remember the garlic one. Some vampires don’t like it, but the Volkihar are a very dangerous breed. Doesn’t do a thing to them.” He turned in his seat towards her, knees almost touching her bare ones. “I’ll be happy to answer your questions, for something in return. I’ve actually been to the island in question, and would happily explain more if you can ease the pain I’ve been dealing with this entire conversation.” He eased his clothes open, and Elayne caught a very familiar shape sticking out of his pants. “You see, your request interrupted my preparations for tomorrow’s performance!” Giraud wasn’t looking at the Dunmer, who rolled her eyes. “What say you, Gwyn? Take care of my nerves and I’ll answer your questions.”
The courtyard was empty. No one had passed by this part of the Bard’s College. Elayne nibbled her lip, thinking back to other times in this world she had used sex to get something she needed. Her knees had hit the tile before she herself had realized it, and she was now facing the turgid penis of Giraud. She had to use one of her hands to move aside some of his clothing, the full length revealed. “I would never want to say I was not treated with,” She started saying, moving forward to bring her face within range. “The hospitality you are known for.” She kissed it, closing her eyes as her lips came into contact. The smell of sex was filling her nostrils, probably from the Dunmer’s coupling earlier. Her tongue was next, confirming that with vigor. It was entirely unexpected when she felt something kissing her lips around the penis.
Opening her eyes, she was staring nose to nose with Karliah. Those purple eyes were staring at her, and she felt her entire body flush. “I should mention.” Giraud spoke conversationally. “Karliah is competitive. You want your questions answered, you’ll have to get past the best cocksucker in the college.” Karliah’s tongue flicked out, hooking underneath Elayne’s upper lip and toying with her. She felt hot, her body warm even in the cold breeze of Solitude. Elayne moved down, but Karliah kept making out with her over the hot rod of flesh. Everywhere Elayne tried to touch, Karliah’s lips met her own. Her tongue was jousting with the Dunmer’s, and through it all those purple eyes were staring her down.
Back up the length she went, heading for the glistening tip. Giraud was keeping any reaction he was having muted, but Elayne was not about to lose her chances. She pushed past the lips of Karliah, bringing her mouth over the head and finally sucking on it. Down and down she went, until her mouth felt very full. Dangerously close to too full. Karliah was still nose to nose with her, off to her left side. She reached out and licked the furthest point that Elayne had gotten to, and started kissing her forcefully, pushing on her lips even as her mouth was filled! Pulling back, the Dunmer kept at it, forcing Elayne off of Giraud entirely!
Karliah promptly filled the space, taking Giraud even deeper than Elayne ever did! Elayne moved forwards once again, trying to get ahead of the Dunmer. But there was hardly any room between the dusky skinned nose and the base! Elayne tried a new tactic, and sucked on Karliah’s neck. There was a low groan from the Dunmer, her throat looking slightly strained. Elayne kept it up, until she had to come back off for air. Elayne gave a gentle pull on her dark hair, her lips losing connection with a popping sound. Not to be discouraged, Elayne filled the space immediately, trying to get deeper than she did last time. She tried not to panic as the hot veiny flesh filled her mouth, and pushed against her throat. For a moment, she felt so unbearably full that she couldn’t go any deeper.
Karliah proved her wrong with a surprise lick against her upper back, and Elayne gasped and pushed past her previous limits. Her throat pushed open, and her eyes were wide as she saw her nose almost touching the skin ahead. Her body panicked, and she drew back off of the penis to breathe. Karliah, not to be outdone replaced her immediately. Elayne was gasping, but felt a surge of anger at the thought of giving up now.
Back and forth it went. One woman would suck and blow, while the other would try to find a way to get them off so that they could take her place. The pace was feverish, as lips chased each other up and down over and over again. At some point, neither were even sucking all the way anymore. It was more of a makeout between Karliah, Elayne and the cockhead. Her mouth felt hot, the rest of her body feeling almost too warm. Any aches or pains from being on the tiled courtyard were ignored for the touches and gasps of herself and Karliah. Karliah found her piercings, and started pulling on them. Not hard, but a gentle tug on first the left and then the right.
Giraud clapped once, and as if trained to do so Karliah stood up and aligned her hips with Giraud’s. Elayne was pushed back as she watched Karliah mount the glistening man meat, her facial features one of disgust. She didn’t want to do that. But she did seem to like making out with Elayne. Mouth open, Elayne watched as Giraud sighed in relief, and Karliah shudder. “Until she graduates, she’s just a slave. This is about the only thing she seems to be good at.”
The dean of history seemed to rest his elbows on the bench, looking up at the sky as if he wasn’t having sex in public in the middle of the day. “You’ve been to Harkon’s fortress?” She finally asked, breathlessly. Karliah was pouting on his lap, her purple eyes giving a baleful glare at her nether regions. Evidence of Giraud’s attention was pouring out of her, and Elayne had a hard time staring at anything else. Focus, Elayne! Focus on what you are here for!
Painstakingly, she took her eyes off of Karliah and focused on the man she had mounted. Giraud looked to be in quite the blissful state. “After Harkon fell, the Dragonborn allowed some bards to come and document what happened to let him go down. Naturally, I was selected to go. I had to show him how well Karliah was doing, after all! She was a gift almost eighteen months back, and Giraud Germaine never forgets a good deed!”
“What made the Dragonborn start fighting Harkon? He’s been around for more than an era, right?”
“Harkon is older than the Alessian Empire.” Elayne shuddered at that. “Yeah, scary thought. Didn’t get out much, or else people might be concerned. But at some point he got ahold of and read an elder scroll that told him a prophecy. That the sun itself would become dark. Vampires would walk without fear, and the ‘tyranny of the sun’ would come to an end. It’s all written down in White-Gold Tower as well. A moth priest recorded the prophecy, and it was actually a prophecy made by a different vampire.” The old man laughed, making Karliah shake a bit. “A Snow Elf, as crazy as that sounds. There are a couple left. Or so the Dragonborn mentioned in passing. He also said they are trying to come back from the brink of extinction. Either way, Harkon believed in this prophecy. But in order to fully understand it, he needed to read three elder scrolls. The prophecy was kept separate. So, in order to affect the sun permanently and piss off most of the Aedra, Harkon needed Auriel’s Bow, but no one has seen that since the Third Era. He also needed to sacrifice his own daughter to do it, but he had trouble finding her. Serana, the Dragonborn’s mage-slave. That’s the one he was looking for thousands of years for.”
“So, what was stopping him from finding his daughter? How did he lose her?”
“That one the Dragonborn didn’t want to share. Kind of personal, apparently. Either way, she was buried in a crypt that would only open for destiny or something. But she had the scroll that promised that the ‘Eye of the Dragon would be blinded by the Daughter of Coldharbour’. The sun, as Harkon seemed to believe. As the prophecy was never fulfilled, I guess we will never know.” The old man seemed so pleased to know the exact wording. Elayne was just writing things down in her journal as fast as she could.
“Where was this crypt?” Elayne asked, trying not to act too eager. Or look back at Karliah. Which was oddly harder.
“Dimhallow.” The historian said clearly. “I believe it was in a place called Dimhallow. Haven’t been there, I try not to make a practice of ending up like the last dean of history. Lost his mind and his flute in some ruin chasing a rumor.”
She had been there once! Two Vigilants of Stendarr had been digging out the entrance the same day she and Silus had summoned Mehrunes Dagon. “And you’ve been to Harkon’s castle?”
“Volkihar Castle. Oh yes. It has a fantastic tower filled with Ayleid magic stones, which are able to do some fairly fantastic things! They could summon mist to hide their island at any time. And if they sacrificed some of their thralls they could freeze the entire ocean around their castle, snapping ships in half. Since they don’t need to breathe they have no trouble looting the dead once the ships sink. Oh yes, if ever there was sunken treasure to be found, I’d find an Argonian or a vampire to do the job. Still, their defenses were considerable. Then they had rocks that animated into gargoyles as summons and static defenses. A few odd experiments with dogs, and then the thralls and vampires. Once the Dragonborn got past all of that? Oh my, he had to fight Harkon himself.”
“What was that like?” It wasn’t hard for Elayne to stay interested in this kind of topic.
“The Dragonborn said it was the hardest single fight of his career.” Giraud mentioned. “Or perhaps the second hardest, since he talked about Solstheim too.” He waved his hands, letting one rest on Karliah’s hip. “He said it nearly killed him, Serana, and the mercenaries he brought. Not that I could find evidence that he didn’t do it alone. He fought Harkon from the highest ramparts to the lowest depths of the castle before finally ending the fight in front of a massive shrine of Molag Bal within the heart of the castle. He fought him to the death in there. By the gods the place was still torn up. Harkon’s breath could freeze even the heartiest of Nords, and his claws cut through steel as if it didn’t exist. The Dragonborn wears daedric armor, so he was at least alright there. But it was still a very close call.”
Elayne didn’t have near that level of protection. “So anyone else would have died”
“Harkon was something of a pure-blooded vampire. From what little the Dragonborn knew of his life, the man trained relentlessly with his abilities. Thousands of years of it. The Dragonborn said that the only way to attack his castle was during a solar eclipse or a summer so hot we could go back to Atmora.” The older man chuckled. “He lost the pride of the Imperial fleet just landing there. Though he did set up catapults on shore and made it look like he was going to bombard the castle from range. Really I believe he infiltrated using a water walking spell and ran across the top of the water with his supporters. Probably for the best, since the Volkihar can attack through ice.”
“That sounds horrible.”
“Exactly.” Giraud grinned. “So, is there anything else I can help you with, miss Gwyn?”
“What happened to those Elder Scrolls?”
“Returned back to the Empire where they belong.”
“I’m sure the Empire was grateful.”
“Amaund Motierre was. Wasn’t he, Karliah?” Giraud gave the Dunmer a gentle slap on the ass, making her squirm.
“He seemed to be.” Karliah assented, not at all pleased to have him brought up.
“You had to apologize. The man who wrote the Imperial side of the White-Gold Concordat is not wise to steal from! He’s the Elder Council’s minister of foreign affairs. Karliah spent twelve hours apologizing to him very personally.” The Dunmer’s purple eyes stayed closed, probably trying to forget that experience. “Though the rumors about him and the Dark Brotherhood were of course proven false.”
But that was true, wasn’t it? Gabriella had said that she was supposed to meet with him. “We should never speak poorly of public officials when in public.” Elayne whispered.
“A Bard knows no limits when speaking of public officials. Think of King Olaf! He had his bard killed for insulting him, and the song lasted through the ages vilifying him. So Kings and great men and women keep that in mind.” Giraud seemed to look up at the sky, with the clouds moving overhead. “But now I believe it is time for me to return to actual college business. Come back in a few days, and I’ll have much more time and attention for a woman of your proclivities. Up, Karliah. Time to go practice your poetry.”
The Dunmer’s steel collar went flush against her skin as she breathed hard, her heels bracing as she pulled herself off of Giraud’s cock. Elayne failed utterly to avoid looking at that. Or at the drops of liquid that fell onto the ground as she did so. “Does anyone know how to get to that island?” She asked, before Giraud could stand himself.
“Let me go chain down Karliah and you can pay for a copy of the map. I think I have a few around. For you, ten septims.” Giraud groaned as he stood, leading Karliah back inside. Elayne and Karliah had a long stare, as the Dunmer’s purple eyes rested on her for a long moment. Elayne still felt hot, bothered and somehow unfulfilled. Almost as if drawn by a magnet, her eyes went to the small puddle on the tile that Karliah left behind. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips completely without her input.
Looking around, she saw that she was alone out here. Karliah and Giraud had gone back inside the college, and Elayne couldn’t be seen by anyone. “No one would know.” She whispered, still on her knees in front of the bench. Carefully, her pointer and middle fingers collected the contents of the puddle, almost feeling electrified. Without further ado, she slathered it onto her tongue like it was the honey on a sweet roll.
Elayne came back to herself in that moment, as she realized what she had just done. “Ah!” She squeaked, feeling more than slightly aroused. She had just eaten cum off of the ground! Why?! That was disgusting! She moved her head to spit, every part of her brain screaming to get rid of what was on her tongue right now. But instead, her body ignored her and she swallowed it. Glaring at her offending hand, Elayne stood up and wiped dirt off of her knees. Ten gold came out of her bag, along with another twenty for a bribe.
Giraud returned with a few slips of paper and a much more put together appearance. “I’ve got a map for you.” He said clearly, clearing his throat. “Along with a short eulogy on the fortress itself. You sound like you might enjoy it.” He chuckled, giving her a wave as he moved back inside a few septims richer. But Elayne’s surprises were not over yet. Giraud’s window was cracked open, and she saw a paper flutter out of the gap before the window slammed shut once again.
It looked like a hastily scrawled note. The ink was still drying, the hand that wrote it clearly in a hurry. But Elayne read it nonetheless.
‘ DO NOT TRUST DRAGONBORN. Thieves Guild Grandmaster. Proof? Vekel the Man’s House. Ratway. Shadowfoot Sanctum. Keeps Secrets There.’ The note was unsigned, but it could only have come from Karliah.
Elayne’s eyebrows were rising. She could use this! Finding the Dragonborn of this world’s secrets? That would be a damn sight more helpful than just a few notes about Harkon. While that would be enough to help with the summit, Elayne felt like there was more she could learn. But going to the marketplace and bartering for what little she had to trade wasn’t going to amount to much. Idly, she sucked on her fingers as she considered what to do next. Her heels took her back to the marketplace, and the smell of fresh baked loaves of bread.
The blacksmiths and Bits and Pieces offered little to nothing. But she did watch a Stormcloak spy executed in the main square. Or so it was claimed to be. The soldiers looked tired. Like this was common enough in happening. Their eyes looked empty, and the soldiers just seemed exhausted. She wandered around the markets until the sun went down, but she couldn’t see Eola. She wasn’t in the Skeever. There were plenty of soldiers off duty, but not a single one of them wanted to talk to her.
The gates sealed shut, and Elayne slept alone that night. Eola had not returned. That was undeniably a bad sign. Still, she stripped down to nothing and tried to sleep that night. First thing in the morning, she would go down and look for her at the docks.
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