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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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Eola didn’t show up in the morning. Elayne even went to the gates, a drenching downpour of rain already starting. Only the ring that Taarie and Endarie gave her to stay warm while wearing their clothes kept her from shivering constantly. The guards didn’t recognize her description, and the muddy road down to the docks didn’t have any sign of her. There was only a single boat in the harbor, some large cargo ship with multiple decks. It’s mast had splintered, and its crew were furiously trying to repair it in the rain.
Looking for any kind of shelter, she saw the East Empire company dockyard with its lights out. The dockmaster must have been elsewhere. But as her heels carried her along the wooden pier, she could see it didn’t look as empty as it seemed. Carefully, she stole forward to peek inside of the windows. She could barely see a lantern moving around inside the building, a pair of people heading for the outside doors.
“-orst slave I’ve ever seen…” A man was saying.
“Shut your mouth, or I’ll crush your balls again. You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted.”
“You got maps that we aren’t supposed to share, while I was supposed to get-”
The chamber inside glowed as what turned out to be Eola held up a hand glowing with shock magic. “We spent the night together. That was all.”
“Screw off, you slave.” The man bellowed. “Give a man the wrong ideas, you will!”
The doors only opened slightly before Eola darted out, but Elayne snagged her by the sleeve and pulled her off to the side. “Shh.”
“Elayne!” Eola smiled. “Have I got something for you!”
“You didn’t make it back inside the gates last night.” Elayne said with concern. “I was worried.”
“Sorry.” Eola answered honestly. “I was getting naval charts of this Volkihar Fortress. Was much harder than I thought it would be. I even had to avoid people that thought that I was a runaway slave. Had to swim underneath the dockyard and use a potion of waterbreathing to get away.” She glanced around. “Damnit, they’re still here. Look, on the causeway!”
There were a few men wearing steel armor walking down the docks, milling about and spending a lot of time near the ship. Each of the men had an emerald green cloak, with a dragon symbol upon it. “I’ve seen that symbol before.” Elayne had, she was certain of it! “That was on Hendraheim.”
“Where?”
Elayne pushed her towards the backside of the east empire company’s offices, a slim patch of stone letting both of them get behind the building for cover. She slipped in first, Eola squeezing in after and snuggling close. “It’s the house I found your stuff at. Northwest of Falkreath. It’s also where you died in this world.”
“So what does the symbol mean?”
“The Dragonborn. Those men belong to the Dragonborn. He has been recruiting men to fight for him instead of the war.”
“Against what?” Eola balanced on her heels, her one good eye up against the edge of the building. “Did he need help against Alduin or Harkon?”
“I’ve talked to a few. They fight the Falmer and guard dwemer ruins.” She remembered the ones she met in Mzinchaleft. “They didn’t seem too bad.”
“They recognized my collar.” Eola hissed. “They wanted to bring me in for a bounty. They said that some of the Dragonborn’s personal guard were in town, and thought I would be tradeable. I had to dive into the water and swim inside the East Empire’s warehouse.”
“They didn’t follow?”
“They are thugs, not hold guards. I just went somewhere they couldn’t.” Eola said carefully. Her backside shifted, Eola’s heels scraping as she looked for a better position to have her shoes. “So, how did your attempt go?”
“I managed to find out about Harkon, and a prophecy he is trying to fulfill. I wrote it all down, so I’ve got enough to prove he’s a danger.”
“Is that what’s on your elder scroll?”
“Maybe. The scrolls apparently promised that the eye of the dragon would be blinded by the blood of a daughter of Coldharbour.”
Eola shuddered. “That’s not a word we should be saying aloud. I’ve never heard of that, and we seem to be fresh out of Molag Bal specialists to ask.” She sighed in relief. “They’re leaving the docks. So, we’ve got maps of the island, what this Harkon is after, and what he needs. Which is the same thing you need.”
“Yeah. Oh! I also know where Serana should be. When we go back, we can go and rescue her.”
“Elayne?” Eola asked quietly. “How do you know we would be rescuing her? If she’s a vampire, we might be releasing another monster into the world.”
“In this world she helped bring down her father. But she also has an Elder scroll with her. The last one that Harkon needs.”
“So what guarantee do we have that she will be able to work with us? We need more than just a rumor that she won’t kill us. You and I both fought Fura Bloodmouth! She was slapping around those Companions as though they were children. You’re talking about another vampire, and who knows what she will be capable of.” Eola’s words seemed to carry significant worry. “Whenever we go into this world, you just seem to trust everyone at face value.”
“It led me to you, didn’t it?” Elayne smiled, seeing Eola’s one good eye look away. “I don’t have much in the way of money for us to stay here for too many days.”
Eola grinned. “You are a soft hearted woman, you know that?” She leaned her back against the dockyard office wall, pulling open her bag. “I grabbed some cheese wheels and ingots of metal for us to sell. Just a few, not enough to be noticed.”
Elayne’s first reaction was to be angry. Of course be angry. Committing a crime was bad! No one would trust a hero that casually walked over law and order. No one would trust a merchant or alchemist who did the same, either. But Gwynabyth’s words came back to her. Take whatever advantage they could get. “Thank you, Eola. You are saving us in many ways.”
“Well, it’ll be enough to have that room for a few days, we can just spend some time in the skeever and listen to the way people talk.” Elayne sighed in relief. “We are going to go back with so much intel!”
“So long as you aren’t whoring yourself out over it.” Eola muttered. The comment hit home, making Elayne frown. “You’ll make a scene. Having hair that color is going to make you hard to forget.”
“Sure.” She lied smoothly. But was she lying to Eola or herself, her mind traitorously thought. Both women moved along the docks, slipping back towards the city of Solitude. But there was something that drew their attention. There was a large covered carriage in emerald green colors. There were a pair of women in front of the carriage, one of which Elayne recognized. It was Mjoll the Lioness! She had met the daring woman in Riften on occasion. But this Mjoll was carrying an ebony greatsword, and wearing armor of the same metal. From head to toe, she looked immune to nearly any weapon that could be used. The smaller woman with her was a dunmer, wearing some version of dragonscale armor. Elayne thought she recognized her, but at this distance it was hit or miss. There were not that many Dunmer in Skyrim outside of Windhelm, either.
But then two more women stepped out of the cart. She grabbed Eola’s sleeve. “Hang on, look at this!”
“We are going to get noticed.” Eola whispered. “Come on, into this farm.” Reluctantly, Elayne gave up the excellent vantage point of the raised road and tucked into thick bushes and orchard. “Who are these people?”
“That’s Mjoll. She’s from Riften. But the woman I know doesn’t wear ebony.” She would have said more, but she saw the final person stepping out of the carriage, a set of stilt shaped heels leading the way out. She had long black hair past her waist, richly curled and braided. Those were thigh high boots topped with some kind of dragonbone bands holding them tight to the well toned flesh. A leotard ran up her body, glowing with magic and covering only the bare minimum of skin. Naught but strips of fabric covered her mons and hips, widening higher to split open wide for her breasts to hang, glowing rune carved dragonbone clasps holding the entire ensemble together. Unable to be ignored or skipped, the woman's mouth was packed full by a massive gag, a few drops of saliva hanging from the bottom. “I don’t know who that is, though.”
Even though they were almost a hundred feet away, her words seemed to carry. The woman turned, bright orange eyes meeting them. “Vampire.” Eola sucked in breath, hissing the word. “We need to go!”
Elayne wasn’t feeling as much fear as she was curious. “She’s gagged and under guard. We’re okay.” The vampire made eye contact with her, a shiver running down her back. Then, she looked at the rest of her party. As if measuring their attentiveness. They weren’t paying attention to her. Then she made contact with Elayne again, giving her a wink and a nod.
Then she was off, slipping away towards the river. This let Elayne see her backside, which was very full. The back of the leotard had more fabric than the front, a faux spine of carved dragonbone enforcing her straight backed posture. Bands along the biceps, elbows and wrists kept her arms behind her, and the stilt like heels prevented her from running.
Yet run the woman did, walking on top of the water as if she could handle the balancing act. Elayne had to follow. She had cast a water walking spell while gagged and her wrists bound. “Come on, let’s go after her.”
“Are you crazy?” Eola dared to say. “She is obviously someone’s slave.”
“I’ve got a feeling.” Elayne said, making her own way to the river near them. Sure enough, over the moving surface the vampire was moving in her stilt-like heels. Elayne cast water walking on herself and Eola, nodding. “Now, come on!”
The vampire was slower than they were. Barely. She and Eola ran across the bay, crossing the river into the area directly south. She was avoiding the marshlands, which was probably a boon in those heels of hers. Running, Elayne felt as though she were catching up to them. The vampire made landfall and started moving inland, Elayne and Eola’s water walking spell running out as they got into the shallows. They lost a little bit of time getting up the hill, but they could see the vampire stopping ahead at a small Nordic ruin. Wait, not a ruin. A dragon mound!
“She’s waiting for us.” Eola warned. “I don’t like our odds.”
Their heels stomped through mud to arrive at the dragon mound, where the vampire was standing. Elayne got within twenty feet of her, and was finally able to see more detail on her outfit. It looked like silk and dragonbone, carved to fit her shape perfectly. Her arms were bound behind her, but her fingers were free. Each fingernail was three inches long, a sharpened stake on their own. They were also painted black. The woman had bright orange eyes, and even though Elayne couldn't speak to her, she felt some kind of connection to her. All of the outfit was clearly the Dragonborn's creation, shout-based locks upon every piece. “You belong to the Dragonborn.” Elayne spoke loudly. “You’re Serana.” The dragonborn’s vampire mage-slave.
The vampire, Serana, nodded. Her orange eyes belied some kind of enjoyment. But she tilted her head, examining Elayne. Her eyes spared Eola a single glance. Both of them were unarmored and at least had daggers. Between Serana’s thighs, a chain of dragonbone ran connecting her boots together. No wonder they could keep up with her! She couldn’t take a full step. Slowly, the vampire traced out a symbol in the dirt at her feet, before activating some kind of magic.
Fog swept in, coming in from all directions. “Atronach!” Eola warned, an ice atronach also coming in. “When did she summon it?”
The vampire was still staring at Elayne, even as Eola summoned her own ice atronach to fight the first. “I don’t want to fight you.” She drew her weapon, keeping her eyes on the other woman. “I just want to talk.”
The vampire did not want to talk. She leapt forwards, her heels swinging around like a warhammer. Elayne rolled, but the attack wasn’t for her. It hit Eola, who was brought down to the ground. Elayne was still too close when the second leg strike hit, sending her back. Serana finished her spinning kick by kneeling on Eola, straddling her hips and facing her upper body. It was almost sensual, watching them stare each other down. But those sharp fingernails plunged into Eola’s leg, the glow of magic from a vampiric drain spell starting. Flecks of blood flowed upwards, sliding through the holes in the gag that her saliva had been coming out of. “She’s strong!” Eola said loudly, vainly trying to remove the vampire straddling her. Serana was almost predicting exactly where she would swing, and leaning out of the range of the sword strikes.
“Get off of her!” Elayne growled, placing one foot on the ground and taking a stance. She angled carefully, and then shouted. The unrelenting force shout caught Serana but not Eola, pulling her off of the Breton and sending her rolling to the edge of the dragon mound. Eola got to her feet, legs bleeding but sword in hand. Serana took her time getting back up, those heels hard to move in. Dragon shout locks covered her legs, arms and neck. But those orange glowing eyes held a new emotion to them. With a twitch of her fingers, the fog and atronach were dispelled.
Eola’s atronach had been beaten by Serana’s. And it was clear that she could kill them at any time. Serana was a member of the Volkihar. “We should run. We’re faster.”
“No.” Elayne insisted. There was something connecting her to this woman. “Serana. I want to make a deal with you.”
The vampire tilted her head, waist length hair fluttering. As if to say that she was listening instead of casting more deathly powerful magicks.
“I’ll free you from your restraints if you promise to answer all of my questions about the Dragonborn.”
“And promise not to harm us!” Eola added.
Serana seemed to consider that. She gave a shudder, as she gave a curtsy. How she did that on those stilts was a miracle. “I hold this oath against you.” Elayne said imperiously. “I don’t control anything about what you do with this freedom, nor do I care.” She lied. Oh Elayne just lied. She was releasing a vampire from dragonbone restraints! This was a terrible idea! But she had to know, she just had to know those secrets. “But I need to know what you know.”
Serana stared at her, mouth stuff to the brim but focused. Slowly, she walked forward, coming to stand over Elayne. Then, she turned around, offering Elayne her entire back. A very shapely back, if she might say so. Elayne might even say she had an ass the same size as her own. But she also had a set of breasts like ripe fruit! Some people got all the luck. But inscribed into her collar were words. Words in the dragon tongue! “Diivon, Diil, Beks.” Swallow. Undead. Open. She had to repeat them three times for the locks to open. The first lock to open was the one on her arms and legs. The chain keeping her thighs close together snapped, the top of her boots loosening. The leotard also made a loud clicking noise, as the faux spine loosened and stopped being rigid. Biceps, elbows, and wrist bands separated, and Elayne watched as the vampiress sensuously stretched.
Her collar fell in two pieces upon the ground, the glow around it strong. Carefully, Serana extracted the gag from her mouth. Elayne recognized it, and had held it at one point. “The bitch tamer.” She realized aloud. “I found that in Yngvild.” It wasn’t the same one, obviously. This one was even more advanced than the one she found. Dragonbone held it together, making it probably impossible to break.
The vampire’s fangs were not as long as Elayne expected. But her soft breaths as she finally was free of the gag were almost joyous. “Thank you.” Serana said. Her voice was melodious. Almost sweet. It wasn’t even strained from being gagged. “I’ve been wearing that for a year.”
Eola was hissing, healing the fingernail shaped holes in her thighs. “You stabbed me.”
“I’m allowed to hunt for my own food.” Serana said carefully, as though her tongue was unused to talking. “They think it’s fair if my hands are behind my back.” She rolled her shoulders, stretching her back and popping her neck. “Why did you take off my collar?” Serana asked, surprised. “I thought no one could remove it but Helseth.”
“Who?” Elayne dug through her pouch, giving Eola a cure disease potion and some healing vials.
“The Dragonborn. Shashev Helseth.” Serana glared downwards at her body, as if something was bothering her. “He made the collar and outfit. He’s one of those brilliant minds. Thinks that he can take over the world one person at a time. I didn’t expect such kindness from anyone. I thought the only other person that could unlock these was Miraak, but Helseth killed him last year.” Serana blinked, before her hands moved to adjust the lowest straps on her leotard-like outfit. She dragged it even tighter across her torso, the straps digging into her skin. Elayne swore she could hear the vampire moan. “So,” Serana gasped. “Who are you?”
Eola looked disturbed. The holes in her thighs looked like days-old scabs now. “My name is Gwyn.” She answered. “And this is Glooredhel.” Eola was giving a foul look at her birth name being used. “I’ve been trying to understand the Dragonborn. Investigate his life.”
Serana chuckled. “That’s a really easy way to get yourself killed. Only a couple of people are allowed to even write about him. Or else they disappear and are fed to me.” Serana left her mouth open, as if closing it were a chore. Or she was just so used to having the gag on her lips got used to it. “Shashev Helseth will take captive any man or woman that tries to understand him. He has a massive dungeon in fort Dawnguard where he has women brought to be trained as slaves. Then he trades these to powerful men throughout Skyrim, as party favors. But you must already know that, since you wear those slave bands.” Serana pointed with one hand, the other keeping the outfit so tight against her skin it looked like it was strained.
“This wasn’t my choice.” Elayne murmured.
“Me neither.” Serana pointed out, with a gasp. What was she doing that was making her gasp like that? Elayne was confused. Maybe it was just her experiencing freedom once more? “But all of the women he takes,” Serana couldn’t even string together a sentence. “Are trained in Fort Dawnguard until each and every last one.” she was pawing at her outfit now, her free hand grabbing a breast and fondling it. “Are shameless whores.” Serana gasped, pulling the clasps holding the leotard over herself open. Hanging from each breast were a set of soul gems almost exactly the same as Elayne’s. Constantly draining her of magick, and probably powering all the things that she had been wearing. She sighed in relief to be mostly uncovered, though was keeping the bottom portion of the leotard tight against her skin. The rest of it pooled at her elbows, fabric and dragonbone revealing pale white skin and gentle curves.
“Are you alright?” Elayne dared to ask.
“Ask your damned questions.” Serana growled. “I’ve been teased for days!”
“Well fine then.” Elayne cleared her throat as the Vampire played with her breasts, unconcerned about doing so in front of the other women. “I wanted to know how you met. How you worked with him. How you helped him defeat Harkon.”
Serana had long sleeves that came to bone rings around her middle fingers, and she drew those down over her hands with swiftness. Now the leotard hung around her shapely hips, and she sighed in relief to have the bone and fabric off of her skin. Eola was keeping her eyes on her, or rather the soul gems that were constantly swinging. “What do you know about me?” Serana asked, glaring at the outfit that was bunched at her hips. Yet still she kept it tight between her legs.
“I know that you are Harkon’s daughter. That you were kept in Dimhallow Cave. That the Dragonborn found you and your elder scroll and stopped Harkon from fulfilling his prophecy.”
“That’s what he likes to say.” Serana groaned, her long fingernails digging into the skin of her hips. “I was imprisoned inside of a blood warded crypt for thousands of years. I was still delirious when a gag was shoved in my mouth, and I was dragged outside into the sunlight to be driven mad. I was chained outside of his house for days, naked and at the mercy of the sun. All the while, he was measuring my mouth and body.” She shuddered, letting the leotard go loose for a moment, before dragging the fabric upwards hard, gasping as the material pulled tight over her hips. “I was starving for blood. I barely noticed what he was doing as I ate the first food in so long.” She let the material slide once again, the slim band of fabric between her legs slipping out and Elayne finally saw what Serana was doing. A massive ebonite object was deep within her body, sliding out of her every time the leotard fell loose. Serana gasped once again as she dragged it back upwards, pulling it flush against herself. “After that meal, I was gagged with what he called a ‘bitch tamer’. Sent off to Fort Dawnguard for conditioning and training.”
“So you didn’t travel with him?”
“Only when the vampire attacks were so bad that Ulfric considered them a problem. There were no guards left for the homesteads or outlying villages. When the mines go silent, the war slows down. The vampires threatened the war, and so the Dragonborn went after him. I finally was ‘trained’ so I was allowed to come. Blindfolded, gagged, and barely able to think straight. They only took the gag out when I needed to speak. Since I could just be fed blood through the gag, it stayed on. It made me a decorative little piece he could show off. And it angered my father. He left his castle to rescue me. Ran into a trap. Had to limp back to his castle, his forces weakened. That was when the Dragonborn attacked.”
“Harkon actually left his castle?”
“Of course he left the castle!” Serana rasped, gasping as she dragged the straps upward once again. “He wasn’t going to stay there for thousands of years! He went all over Tamriel looking for me.” In and out, Serana was letting the ebonite go. She didn’t even care that she was talking to them, in broad daylight. “So I have no idea who I should trust any more. Should I be grateful that my family are all dead?”
“Um.” Elayne wasn’t prepared for the amount of emotion going on with Serana. It looked like she wanted to cry. Or maybe kill someone. Yet still the vampire’s hands worked, moving the fabric up and down to keep up whatever was filling her. “So you’ve just been on some of his travels?”
“He likes to bring concubines and slaves with him when he goes anywhere. Like today. He’s got some fancy party he’s invited to at the Blue Palace. All the bards are going to be signing his praises. He was going to offer something to Jarl Elisef, but she apparently likes to say no to anyone these days.” Serana was sounding less and less lucid, wobbling in her stilt like heels as she went at it. “So I’ve been all over Skyrim. I’ve been displayed like a trophy in every inn and tavern across this province, and I could tell you all about Helseth. All his dirty little secrets.” She glared as her pace quickened. “Is that what you want?!”
“I just want to know how to stop Alduin and Harkon in my world!” She blurted out.
Serana may not have been listening. A final jerking pull, and the ebony object was pulled so deep the fabric of the leotard looked like it was forming just a cloth outline of what was happening. Her legs trembled, and she let out her own gasping shriek as she came. Elayne had to catch her, feeling the vampire’s heaving breasts on top of her own, their soul gems clinking together gently. The vampire’s breath was cold, her gasps chilling the skin of her collarbone. “Your world?” She asked, quietly.
“I walk Oblivion. In my world, Alduin and Harkon aren’t defeated. But I need to find you and the elder scroll you have or else I lose everything.” She held the Vampire, the cold skin soft and supple. “I know you’re in Dimhallow. That’s all.”
The orange eyes seemed to drink up her own. They were so close, Elayne could see so much detail in them. Neither one said anything for a long moment, until Serana blinked. It seemed to break some kind of moment, as the sound of the rest of Serana’s outfit hitting the ground fully broke it. Now Elayne was holding a curvy naked nord. “Your world must be so interesting.” Serana’s voice was right in her ear. “Ours will never be the same ever since Helseth made slavery legal.” Her icy breath was washing over the back of her neck, making the rest of Elayne’s body tingle. “He convinced both sides to start taking prisoners. There are entire camps in Riften and Markarth just full of slaves from both sides. The Nords can only go so far before the entire province breaks off. Not just the Stormcloaks, but Solitude as well. This entire war has been made worse because Helseth wanted it to be so. You’re asking too many questions. I think he has been asking around for a woman with blue hair recently.”
Every single hair on her body stood on end. “Giraud is going to mention me.” She realized. “Oh gods, I sucked his dick and everything.”
Eola made a growl in the back of her throat. “You whored yourself out again?!”
“He does have a nice one.” Serana turned, winking at Eola. “But he is one of the men that Shashev Helseth uses to influence the world. It is certain that he is going to mention a bue haired beauty without a collar around her neck.”
“He had Karliah.” She remembered. “Karliah warned me about Riften, and the Thieves Guild!”
Serana used her shoulders to stabilize herself, Elayne squeaking as the vampire’s weight went on her. “Hold still.” She hissed. Serana was using one hand to steady herself, and the other to remove the thigh high boots she had been wearing. The vampire was actually the same height as her, but their gems kept bumping into one another and rubbing as she got her boots off. They both sighed in relief as she stepped back, now fully naked. Serana ran her hands over her sides and hips, before going down to her still-arched feet. “If you have a very tall pair of heels and a dress I could borrow, I would appreciate it.” Serana stumbled, her feet having trouble balancing. “Ugh!”
Elayne grabbed a pair from her bag, along with one of the more uncomfortable party dresses Endarie and Taarie had given her. “What’s wrong with your feet?”
“Try wearing those boots for a year. My feet adjusted.” Serana seemed far more pleasant as she pulled on the blue scooped-back dress, only two thin straps holding it up over her body. “Thank you. You said you hadn’t found me in your world?” The vampire was interested in what they were going to say again. Eola was investigating the gear that Serana had abandoned, especially the large ebonite piece. “Before I was dragged from my crypt to Fort Dawnguard, I only knew that my parents were disagreeing about the prophecy. There was no Empire in Cyrodil, we only knew that the Ayleids controlled that. My vampirism was a gift. A sign of my nobility and religious fervor being fulfilled. There was no Empire, no Talos, and hardly any major powers that disagreed with my family. I was naive.” Serana smoothed out the dress, her soul gems swinging merrily behind diaphanous fabric. “If you do find me, bring some books on history. Then lock that collar around my neck and throw away the key. I may be naive, but my first thought will be to go back to my parents. Which would do nothing but cause you harm.” She waved her hands, using telekinesis to summon the ‘Bitch Tamer’. “You’re dealing with a headstrong young vampiress who has never been truly challenged in her life. I had power over death, immortality, and what I thought were noble intentions. The world has shown me that only the strong survive.”
“So, you want me to use these on the Serana from my world?”
Serana grinned, picking up her outfit, the gag and the two pieces of collar. “You’ll be saving your world if you do it. Though, fair warning I have a dark side. Piss me off and I can transform into something bestial.”
Eola shuddered. “She’s like Fura.”
“Fura Bloodmouth? I have more practice, I suppose.” She admitted. “But that outfit? The dragonbone in it contained me if I ever tried to transform. Shashev had it specifically designed to do that after an escape attempt.” The vampire shuddered. “Now, I’m going. I have to go before he finds out I’m free. You should hide, too. He’s going to be looking for you.” Serana finally gave Eola her full attention. “And if he sees his favorite anal queen still alive, he’s going to be in a very unforgiving mood.”
“Wait!” Elayne reached out, catching the pale wrist of the vampire before she could leave. “You still haven’t told me how to win against Alduin or Harkon!”
“Harkon is simple. Use me as a trap. He will bring his undead army and come for me. Shashev Helseth set his trap at Dawnstar, and used the Imperial army as bait. That’s why the siege was broken. Not because of any Stormcloak brilliance, but because the Imperials got hit from behind by undead horrors. But if he knows you have me? Just the idea of my father seeing me in that outfit was enough to rile him. He will make mistakes. I was paraded in front of Jarls and inns, dragged on adventures along the Ghost Sea until rumors reached my father of my plight. He came directly, and fought. He will in your world, too. He won’t bring the scrolls, of course. But Harkon can go on the offensive. Expect ghosts. Lots of them. And weather patterns with snow thick enough to bury villages. My father’s wrath is fierce.” The vampire gently removed Elayne’s hand from her wrist. “As for Alduin? I wasn’t awake then. Someone different helped him do that. But he sabotaged the entire battle at Whiterun to win against Alduin. Hundreds of soldiers died in the opening salvoes of the battle. Whatever the reason, Helseth caused it. I’ll warn you to stay away from Riften. Especially not wearing a collar. Most women wear them there. It’s the newest fashion accessory. You can’t leave home without it. Not even the Jarl can get away with anything.”
Elayne frowned. “So if the Jarl belongs to someone, how can she lead?”
“Ask Maven. She’s chained to the throne, next to Laila.” Serana said darkly. “This world is not a nice place, Gwyn. Now, I have a long way to go and not a lot of time to do it.”
“If you need a place to hide, use Hendraheim. I made a hole in the side of it, if you need a place to lay low.” Serana raised a well manicured eyebrow, her hair falling almost as low as the hem of her skirts. “Good luck!”
“Molag Bal bless your mercenary heart, Gwyn. I hope you conquer your enemies.” Serana seemed to twist, the shadows of a nearby tree getting darker as she seemed to teleport across the distance. Then she was away, leaving her and Eola alone in a dragon mound with a bunch of bondage equipment.
“This world is dark.” Eola agreed with the fleeing vampire. “But she did have a point. We need more before we can fight anything. And he is throwing ebony and dragonbone around like it’s cheap. We need to start stealing armor that can help us. Glass or something.”
“Where does Ebony come from in Skyrim?”
“Only one place.” Eola considered. “If we are going to get ebony for armor and weapons, it’s going to be expensive.”
“I’ll break out my savings for this. It’s time we bought the best weapons that septims can buy.”
It was almost midmorning, but there was something of a clear day. Perfect weather for an outdoor party. For some reason, she felt as though something was wrong. Elayne grabbed everything, even the boots. In the distance, flares of green magic seemed to be rising into the sky. They were getting closer. “I think they’ve noticed Serana is missing.” Eola murmured. Some of her blood was on the dragon mound. “We’re going to leave a trail!”
Elayne was three steps ahead. Captured Dreams was pulled out, this time without the glowing blue markings that signified it choosing not to work. Eola grabbed a hold of her, just as the green flares got close enough that they could start making out figures in the trees. Elayne stripped off her clothing, not wanting to lose any of it this time. She and Eola both were wearing nothing by the time the first figure broke the tree line, and she pressed the rune.
Everything got brighter around them, as they returned to their world. Elayne felt safe, for all of a moment as all breath was stolen from her. When they returned, both women were brought back next to a sleeping Dragon. The backside of a massive sleeping dragon. Naked. She panicked, while Eola didn’t. The Breton woman gave a wild grin, and stabbed her weapon right into what would on a human male be considered genitalia. Eola screamed bloody murder. Elayne screamed as she released lightning bolts. The dragon screamed for an entirely different reason, and for perhaps the first time in her heroic career Elayne felt bad for killing one. It had rolled into the fetal position, screeching in pain as they managed to kill it.
That’s when Elayne noticed that she was wearing a collar once again. A solid unbroken line of steel around her neck. It probably looked impressively bad, as Eola gave her a cackle. Of course, Eola hadn’t been spared either. She was wearing a daedric headband now. “At least we know his name?” Elayne tried to say as an apology.
“This time? I think you found out everything you wanted to know. Worth your pretty neck.” Eola laughed, not as easily offended as Lydia was. “Let’s save the world, and see what the Daedra make of it.”
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