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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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Elayne hadn’t counted on how poorly Serana would move in those stilt like heels. On at least two occasions the vampiress had fallen down the hill, missing her steps and crashing into a pile of snow or branches. Serana looked delirious, hardly walking in a straight line. Then again, Elayne had hit her with the most powerful spell she had ever cast. The sun was bright, though. “I don’t think we are going to make it to Whiterun tonight.” Elayne remarked, looking at where Serana was standing, in the shadow of one of the boulders. “We are moving too slowly.”
Serana rolled her eyes, looking paler than normal in the moonlight. Her breasts were glistening from her continued drool, the leotard’s dragonbone spine preventing her from bending her back and neck in the slightest. With every short step, the vampire’s bound body jiggled and quivered. Serana was flushed, drooling as she followed after Elayne. “We might need a place to camp for the night.”
Serana just leaned against the rock, breasts heaving. She either was too busy with her own problems or didn’t care. The leash Elayne had was probably the only external stimulus she was taking right now. Then again, it was Elayne’s fault that she was stuck like that. With a shrug, Elayne turned her focus to the path ahead. Below them on the mountain was a small camp, with a palisade. Cheap traps were around the edges, a few bone chimes. It looked like someone at least lived here, in the mountains north of Whiterun. A riverbed seemed to pass right next to the camp, probably from snowmelt.
“I was in Solitude this morning. We might need food and water, before we go further.” At the mention of food, Serana turned to look at her. “Oh! You’ve probably been hungry.”
The vampire shuddered, her legs shaking as she stood carefully. She carefully nodded, the collar and leotard moving along with her head and causing a jiggle. “Only a Dragonborn can can open those locks upon your body. Please don’t bite me when I take this off.”
Serana gave an unknown look her way. “Look, the people down in this camp are poachers that I’ve had disagreements with in the past. I made a deal with them a while ago, to ignore them in exchange for a mammoth tusk. I’m not saying you should kill them,” She glanced at the palisade towers in the distance that undoubtedly had archers in them. “But if you need to eat from someone, they aren’t the nicest people.”
Serana had a curious look on her face, but the woman looked exhausted. Elayne bit her lip, barely able to see in this darkness. “Okay, hang on. I’m doing this where I know I can be a bit safe. You’re still a vampire princess.”
She led Serana towards a fallen tree, tying the free end of the leash to a branch and making Serana kneel in the dirt. There was not enough lead for her to stand up. “Diivon.” The Dragon word for swallow made the ebonite gag packing Serana’s mouth unlock, the straps releasing and hanging from the gag. The vampire tried to spit, but all she succeeded in doing was showering her breasts with more attention. She mewled, shaking her head side to side in an effort to dislodge the gag. But it seemed to be fitted to her teeth in such a way that it was prevented. The other Dragonborn must have been quite brilliant to make such a thing.
“Uh, hang on!” Elayne grabbed one of the loose straps, and then another, dragging the ballgag from Serana’s mouth. She gasped, the gag sliding out of her teeth only after Elayne had to work hard. “There you go.”
Serana squirmed, her mouth working as she was able to speak for the first time since she was freed. “Who the hell are you?” Her voice was as melodious as the other world’s Serana, but far less calm. “What the hell is this?” She tried to arch her back, the leotard containing her efforts.
“My name is Elayne of Wayrest-”
“I got that part!” She hissed. “I haven’t done anything to you! Why did you make me wear this!”
“It came from your counterpart.” Elayne decided to leave out the kidnapped and turned into a sex slave detail. Or perhaps as much of that as possible. “What this means is that I will never take that collar off of you until one of two things occur.” Elayne held up the hand not carrying the bitch tamer gag. “First, the death of your father and Alduin.” One finger went up. “Secondly, if I have to give you up to someone else in exchange for the same opportunity. I’m the only person that can get that off of you, so I won’t be cruel and leave you like that. It’s made from ebony and dragonbone.”
“What in the name of Oblivion?! Counterpart! Did my mother put you up to this?”
“Would it make more sense if I said yes?”
Serana squeezed her thighs together, flushing. “No!”
“Well, I won’t explain why I knew where to find you, brought clothing that would fit you, and knew how to prevent you from taking the last elder scroll your father needs back to him. I want you to trust me. The world is very different.” She waved her hands. “At least compared to the one you went to sleep for. I wonder if you know about Talos,” Elayne blurted out. “You might not know all the gods!”
“I know all the divines and daedra.” Serana said sourly. “Eight and Seventeen.”
“There is a new Aedra.” Elayne smiled. “A Nord that fathered an empire. Different than the Alessian Empire by far, but still Dragonborn Emperor line.”
“I don’t care about that! While interesting, I think it is far more relevant why you thought I needed to be restrained like this!” Serana said with more than a little emotion. “You seem like a nice person, Elayne. Maybe if you had treated me like a person, I would have helped you with your quest!” Serana struggled, her breasts heaving at the effort involved. “But now I don’t feel so forgiving!”
Elayne decided that trying to offer Serana something nice wasn’t working very well. The vampire was angry and pissed about her predicament. Elayne supposed that she would be, too. “That’s honestly too bad. Those restraints might last longer than your immortal life. Mine will outlive me.” She tapped her exposed thighs with the ebony of the ballgag. “Here are the facts, Serana. You belong to me. Until that collar leaves your neck? You belong to me. Since you put it on with your own hands, you accepted the conditional requirements. By today’s standards, you are a willing slave. You accepted my ownership of you.”
“What! I was forced! At the point of a spell!”
“The gods don’t care. Once a collar is around your neck, it’s too late. You can get in trouble for things that would have been different under what you are used to.”
“I didn’t need a collar!”
“What would you have done if I just let you go? Would you have explored the world? Gone to find out what happened?” Elayne pointed out. “Or would you have gone straight home to your father to see if he had stopped planning on the prophecy?”
Serana scowled. “I would have-”
“Gone right home to where things are familiar, and let him complete his prophecy! He needs that third scroll to know how to blind the sun! He has two already!”
“Two?” Serana blinked. “He must have found mother.”
“Did your mother have another Elder Scroll?”
Serana begrudgingly nodded. “She didn’t tell him where I was being kept, though. Or else someone from the family would have come.”
“They are hunting me already. They took an Elder Scroll that has the secrets I need to defeat Alduin. But apparently it also has what he needs.”
“Why does any of that involve shoving me into this,” Serana squirmed. “Whatever this is!”
“That is your leotard. It can stay on for decades.” Serana looked horrified to hear that. “All of this was specially designed for you. To keep you under control. You can’t transform while wearing it. It’s designed from ebony and dragonbone. Same with the boots and the gag, which has its own name.”
“I am not your slave.” Serana glared from her enforced kneeling position.
“But you are hungry.” Elayne countered. “I control that collar around your neck. I’ve taken off this gag so you can eat. How you behave determines my willingness to let you keep going without it.”
“How am I supposed to eat anyone while restrained!” Serana said, rolling first one hip and then the other. “I couldn’t keep up with a child!”
Elayne considered. “Then I’ll have to feed you like one.” She mumbled without thinking.
“What?!”
“I mean bring the food to you!” Elayne apologized. “Hang on. I think I see two of them in the camp below.”
“Three.” Serana corrected. Vampires could probably see better at night anyways.
“I know some sleep spells. We don’t have to kill any of them.” Serana nodded. “Come on.” Elayne grabbed the leash, and led the vampire towards the camp. She was quiet, even with the stilt like heels. Elayne was quiet too, and managed to get close enough to knock out the poacher guarding the front gate. Then Serana had to straddle his sleeping body, dragging her curves up his body until she was at his neck. Elayne felt flush as she watched what followed, as Serana drank from the poacher. It was sensual, intense, and she swore she could see Serana’s hips rising and falling in time with the blood she was drinking. Which is probably why she didn’t even notice until one of the other poachers was right upon them.
“I said Froki, did you hear-” Elayne’s eyes met the Nords. The Nord looked down at Serana and his friend, and predictably drew his sword. Which unfortunately led to the poachers trying to kill her. When all was said and done, Serana was covered in blood and actually well sated. Elayne’s dress was stained and she had an arrow sticking into her stomach. Both women ended up sitting in the warm mine and patching themselves up. Serana’s lips were the only thing not covered in blood, and Elayne was wrapping her stomach from where the arrow had been pulled out.
“So.” Elayne started saying. “If I sleep, will you suck my blood?”
“I reserve the right to not answer.” Serana said, bemused. “But you do fight rather well for a mage.”
“You’re pretty good in those heels, too.”
“I have to adapt quickly. Though I do see a serious problem.”
“Which might be?” She was ready for complaints.
“Even though I’m a vampire, I can get tired or bruised. My feet can’t keep going like this.”
Elayne took the leash hanging from Serana’s neck and tied it to a large pillar. “That’s a problem we will have to deal with tomorrow. You don’t have to keep the gag in, but I won’t take the chance of you biting me in my sleep.”
“Your kindness is truly legendary.” Serana rolled her eyes. Once she was tied up, Elayne felt comfortable sleeping in one of the poacher’s bedrolls. Out of pure habit, she stripped down to nothing and passed out.
Serana was asleep when she finally woke. Her even breaths came from the floor, where she lay curled up on another bedroll. They would be going through the hills of Whiterun today, so she chose a shorter pair of heels. Still, Serana could hear her getting dressed and woke up in time to see her getting a sea green dress pulled to its maximum length on her thighs.
“Aren’t you cold?” The vampire asked.
“You’re not the only person giving up something for this cause.” Elayne said. “My collar won’t let me wear armor. And the people I buy clothing from want me to have a certain style.”
“The mask doesn’t match very well.” Serana mocked.
“It’s enchanted. I got it from a dragon priest.” Elayne said, grabbing a few rags and a bucket. There was no way she was showing Serana her made-up face. The vampire would just mock her. “We can’t go through the countryside looking like we are murderous bandits.”
“I don’t know if this ‘leotard’ is bandit appropriate.”
“You would be surprised.” Elayne murmured, taking the time to clean blood off of Serana and herself. She had hoped it would feel more sensual, but it more felt like she was stepping close to a dangerous snake. All it did was inspire jealousy of Serana’s breasts, which had far too much blood on them. But the both of them emerged into the sunlight, seeing the sun rising over the plains. Serana hissed, the sun piercing her eyelids.
“Can you get a hood from my bag?” The vampire asked nicely. “I really don’t like the sun.”
“You’re not burning up.” Elayne pointed out.
“Only happens to weaker vampires.” Serana ground out. “But I am going to be slow and weak while the sun is out.”
“Mouthy, too.”
“Oh shove off!” Serana hissed angrily. “I don’t want this and neither do you!”
“That decision hasn’t quite been made yet. But you are helping me make it!” Elayne smirked, stepping out into the daylight and starting the walk back to Whiterun. “Come on, Serana! My house is here in this city, and we can stay there for a night before going out by carriage the rest of the way to the peace summit.”
“I hear something.” Serana whispered. “On the wind.” She tried to look up, but the collar prevented her from moving her head at a high enough angle. Elayne looked up, seeing some kind of object in the clouds. Since becoming the Nordic hero of hunting dragons she had gotten much more adept at paying attention to the clouds. Serana was right about hearing something. There was someone up there, falling. Falling through the air! The only way they could have gotten up there was if a Dragon had picked them up and dropped them.
“Being the Dragonborn isn’t all fun and games.” Elayne groused. “The only way someone got up there was if a Dragon picked them up and dropped them from up high. I should probably save them.”
Her telekinesis spell was ready. The falling person seemed to be screaming, hands waving as they were falling. Almost as if they were performing some kind of spellwork. But Elayne caught them. Their fall was arrested, the robed figure coming to a stop in front of Elayne as most of her magicka was used up. Releasing a held breath, she let go of the figure, who landed on their feet.
The altmer stood up, her hair covered in blood and ash. Her Thalmor robes were tarnished and cut in places, the chains that marked her position sliced, and blood staining the front of her robes. One eye was black, bruised far too much to open. But Elayne would recognize this person anywhere. “Elenwen!”
“Lady Dragonborn. Slave to Skyrim’s problems.” She sneered, injured yet still arrogant. “How quaint that I come upon you. Though,” She offered her hand. “Thank you for catching me. I was poisoned by something that is preventing me from casting spells. Otherwise I would have been able to cast slowfall.”
“Slowfall?”
“It’s an esoteric mysticism spell that interrupts the pull of Mundus upon you for a moment. Or two. Cast at the right time, it can stop a particularly bad drop.” Elenwen said in an aggressive manner. “I had to escape the embassy using one of the worst ideas ever penned upon paper. That scroll only saved me because someone was on the other end.”
“A scroll?” Elayne asked, confused.
“A mad wizard invented them back in the Third Era. Scrolls of Icarian Flight. The absolute madman never planned for how to compensate for landing on the other side of the jump. But, with that scroll a single person could jump to the top of the throat of the world. In a single bound, entire holds could be passed over.” Elenwen shuddered, making the signs for a restoration spell with her hands, but her magic refused to cooperate. Elayne reached into her bag and grabbed a slightly stronger healing potion.
“You look like you’ve been fighting something. Here.” The Altmer looked at the potion with suspicion.
“My embassy and organization are overrun. Turned into vampires or thralls of them. I wouldn’t have known or been able to protect myself if it hadn’t been for your letter, actually.” The mer preened. “Rulindil acted oddly, and failed to take initiative on the letter or plan an assassination of Stormcloak. I was forced to run, but they poisoned me. Without spells and without assistance I could only use the scroll. The Thalmor are no longer a threat to anyone in Skyrim, I can assure you. Those that survive serve these vampires now. First our keep at Northwatch went silent, and then we found out that our ships there have abandoned their other duties and are instead focused upon some kind of landfall.” Elenwen drank the potion, the swelling on her face going down immediately. “I find myself in the uncomfortable position of begging for your protection.”
“Why me?” Elayne asked, surprised.
“Because the Empire will see the Thalmor falling to the vampires as a farce. Their rebels will only see it as a sign that we are not welcome in Skyrim. No others would dare support us in the midst of our flailing death. Perhaps a few bands of Thalmor remain free, but the embassy and our fortress remain in the hands of these undead. There are few that I could avail myself to.”
The most powerful Thalmor in Skyrim, wanting protection from Elayne. “You want to come to the summit.”
“You invited Rulindil, who is most likely a vampire by this point. Inviting the Third Emissary by name, and not me? At this point that is folly. And I can think of no better location to secure support for my needs against the vampire threat than the very summit you have created to deal with it.” The Altmer’s eyes trailed to Serana. “Though I see that you already have one in custody.”
“Ah!” Elayne realized. “Serana, this is Elenwen. She’s the most powerful member of the Altmer government here in Skyrim.”
The vampire princess sniffed. She barely recognized Elenwen. Then again, she came from an era where the Nords barely tolerated or trusted elves. “Serana. Nordic name. Not someone I know of.” She scoffed right back. “The only way for the Thalmor government to be left blameless is to have your word backing my claim. No one will trust us otherwise.”
“Your agents aren’t very keen on giving people reason to trust them.”
“We are strangers in a strange land. Forgive us for a lack of decorum. We have a treaty to enforce and few are interested in allowing us to do so uninhibited.”
“I don’t think I will.” Elayne folded her arms. “Your people have tried to kill me on multiple occasions. Ancano tried to do more than just kill me.”
Elenwen nodded. “You need more proof. That I have the intention of keeping a deal.”
“Ancano tried to have me eviscerated and bled to dry in a dark corner where no one would ever know I would have died. Your patrols have nearly killed me just for traveling the roads and looking the wrong way. And I distinctly remember you threatening to have me interrogated at your party.”
Elenwen didn’t seem phased by any of it. “I feel no reason to deny any of those claims. Ancano was dispatched to follow after some rumors. His replacement has been far more effective than he ever was, so your actions in killing him were warranted. Helpful, even. Given the chance I would have interrogated you even if I knew all that I knew now.”
“You’re not sounding very much like you are begging for my help.”
“Thalmor are not often in the position of begging to a slave for help.” Elayne flushed, remembering her collar. “I am not going to sugarcoat my words or lie to you.”
“Then how exactly are you going to beg?”
“I know you seek ways of harming Alduin. We prepared for such a thing, of course. I had a special item fetched from our vaults and brought to me in the event that we would need to acquire your help. I am not going to beg on my knees. I am going to place my life in your hands, not my dignity or professionalism.” The Altmer huffed, reaching into her bag. “I brought you a daedric weapon that might harm the world eater. If that does not convince you of my intentions, name what else you might want.”
Elayne remembered Malkoran. “I know of a way you can prove to me that you mean what you say.” The Altmer had a wrapped object in her hands, and Elayne’s earrings were jingling in response to whatever it was. Definitely from Oblivion. “I’ll need whatever that artifact is, but also your word. I want you to prove that the Thalmor were the ones supplying the Stormcloak movement with funds and supplies.”
Elenwen frowned. “That is counterintuitive to my intentions to prove that the Thalmor are blameless.” She didn’t even contest it. She just tried to change the subject.
“That’s what I demand. You want me to back up your innocence in regards to the Vampires? Give up Stormcloak. Show that his rebellion was only succeeding because you were covering for the cost of his armies. His war machine was only working because of Thalmor gold and gems!”
“I could admit it. But you know this would only be repeated elsewhere. Perhaps we would support the Bretons of the Reach next. Or the Orcs of Northpoint. But it would erode any kind of goodwill I would hope to achieve.”
“You should reveal that before the Vampires do, and pin the blame on you.” Elayne pointed out. Her mercantile senses were going into overdrive, feeling almost threatened by the elf. “If I were Rulindil, I would seek to discount anything in your name.”
“Alive or dead, I could see such coming from a fair distance. All of my files are burned and destroyed. What I need now is legitimacy.” Elenwen sighed, her bruised face looking golden in the early daylight. “I, Elenwen, highest ranking Thalmor in Skyrim promise before Aedra, Daedra and these witnesses to reveal our part in the Stormcloak Rebellion.” The altmer unfurled the package from her bag, as two blades were revealed. Well, two blades curving into an exaggerated U shape from a single haft. “To shape that promise I give you this. The Daedric Crescent. A weapon crafted by Molag Bal’s finest weaponsmiths and used by his commanders to assault the Imperial Battlespire. It’s the last one in existence, and I believe it may be something you can use.”
“I, Elayne of Wayrest promise to support your claim at my summit. And protect you, as you are probably one of the last living Thalmor in Skyrim. You’ve done terrible things, Elenwen. I don’t want to protect you from the consequences of those actions.”
“You’ll protect me and I shall support you. As foolhardy as it sounds, you might have the best solution to stopping this crisis. I would be a poor emissary indeed if I ignored that. I will do my best to give you the backing you need.”
“Elves are little better than snakes.” Serana frowned. “I’m still hungry.”
Elayne looked between the two women, who were both giving glares. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed the bitch tamer. “Okay Serana, you have to be nice. You don’t have to go all Ysgramor on her.” Serana would have said more, angry as she was, but Elayne surprised her with the bitch tamer. It was in her face, the vampire squealing as she tried to turn her head. “Diivon!” Elayne whispered, as the bitch tamer slid behind Serana’s teeth and snapped tight. “Now you have to play nice.”
Elenwen seemed to be giving her a new degree of respect. Which amounted to only slightly less arrogance. “Impressive. I assume there is a reason you are dragging around a vampire?” Serana’s eyes were filled with rage, as the gag settled into her mouth.
“She’s the key to the entire puzzle. Now, let’s go to Whiterun so we can grab a carriage ride to this summit.” Elayne led the trio over a hill, and they got their first view of Whiterun. It was smoky, far too smoky. In fact, she could see a fire still raging on the southern end of the city. “Oh no!”
“The vampires want you dead, Elayne.” Elenwen spoke, the name sounding almost tolerated upon her tongue. “They also have access to the entire Thalmor network of spies and intelligence we have on you. Anywhere you have friends, they will be watching. Falkreath, the Reach, Whiterun. Solitude and Morthal as well, though you have been rather active at Dawnstar as of late.”
“Breezehome.” The fire was in the right part of town.
“Your summit is drawing out all kinds of enemies, Elayne. You need a new plan.”
She looked around, seeing a farm in the distance. “Serana can barely walk. The first thing we are going to do is buy a pair of horses. Then we go somewhere I know for a fact I have fewer friends. You’re going to have to trust my luck on this one, Elenwen.”
“Oh?” The Altmer raised a manicured eyebrow.
“The Stormcloaks have a camp at the base of the throat of the world. No one would expect me to go there.”
The Altmer sneered. “Testing your agreement so soon? You almost sound like you want to be rid of me.”
Elayne huffed. Serana was pissed and at least fed. Elenwen was a different story altogether. “Just come on. I think I’ve been to this farm before.” It was going to be a longer trip to the summit than she would have preferred. And most especially she tried not to think about her home burning down. That would just hurt to think about. But this summit was now all the more important. Elenwen had revealed one crucial detail. The Volkihar had made landfall. Harkon could launch an assault on Solitude any time he wished.
All of these thoughts and more plagued her as they traveled.
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