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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is made for fun, profit and entertainment. In no way do I own anything discussed. I do not own Skyrim or The Elder Scrolls fandom in any way, nor do I intend any profit from this story.

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It was almost dawn when she arrived at Dawnstar, exhausted and tired. It was only her second time in the town. It was frigid, with frozen winds whipping at her ankles and certainly close to frostbite for her toes and fingers. The inn was open, a young woman at the counter and dressed in a very low cut dress. “Welcome to the Windpeak Inn.” She said, tiredly. “Can I get you something?”
Elayne shivered, nodding as she approached. “A room, please? Some hot food?” A cloak was wrapped tightly around her body, both keeping out the cold and hiding the cruel piece of iron wrapped around her neck. “Maybe a bath?”
The woman laughed. “Baths are prepared after dinner every other day. Won’t have one until tomorrow for anyone.” She pulled out a key and a small plate of bread and cheese. “Don’t have hot food, either. But this all will be fifteen septims.”
Killing Maluril had provided her enough gold to at least have a room. But it certainly wasn’t enough for a long stay or a trip on one of the boats that passed through. “Thank you.” She shivered out. There was only a couple of drunks here this late at night, and they barely paid her any attention.
“Come out and warm up once you’re settled. I’ll warm up a drink for you.” The woman offered. “My name is Karita.” She winked.
“Elayne.” She replied. The fire did look rather inviting, and her armor had ice on it in some places. The room was small, and once she took her pack off her shoulders the rest of her gear soon followed. The armor came off and she shivered in her thin underlayers. As much as she wanted to just curl up under the blanket and pass out, she was honestly too cold for that. She would need to go out into the room and warm herself by the fire.
But Elayne had glaring questions before she committed to that. For one, the iron circlet around her throat was demanding investigation. It was close enough to her skin that any spell she would try to destroy it would only hurt her. And her skill with Destruction magic was honestly limited. She opened her bag, deciding to look again at the notes left by Maluril on this book. Sitting at the top of her gear was a new wooden box, with an odd symbol upon it. She didn't remember picking this up. It even looked like Dragon script. It didn’t have a lock or anything, and opened with a well-oiled swiftness.
Inside the box were three items. The first was a mirror, the beaten silver polished to a fine enough sheen that she could see her hair in all of its disgusting mess. It also was detailed enough to let her see the iron circlet, an unbroken line of metal upon her pale skin. “It looks like a collar.” She whispered. Also in the box was a pair of silver bands. Perhaps they were moonstone. But they too were unbroken and shaped oddly. Not quite a perfect circle, one side was bent outwards further. Both were wider than her wrists.
Setting those down, she took out the final item. It looked like some kind of weapon, except that it ended in a leather square. The handle had a long swishy foot long haft that ended in the leather square. She swung it against her armor, sitting on the bed next to her. There was an almighty slap as it connected, sounding exactly like a hand spanking her ass. She blushed, her ass still throbbing from her spanking at the hands of that Nord bandit.
“Are you alright?” Karita called through the door. “Is everything ok?”
Elayne scrambled to hide these items inside her pack. “Everything is fine! I'll be out in a minute!” In her haste, she instead upended her backpack all over the floor, Captured Dreams falling open upon the bed. It was already glowing, but this time seemed easier to make out the letters. She couldn't help herself but to read it. “Still water full reflection.” She spoke, realizing only after the world darkened around her that she had activated the book once more. The world twisted, her skirt fluttering as the room shifted. Her things were instantly organized and put away. The only thing on her bed was the book, a single letter pulsating wildly.
Pressing her thumb to that letter would end the spell effect, if she remembered correctly. Before she could consider doing so, Karita opened the door. But the tavern wench from before had been replaced in this world of the book. Her previous dress had been showing cleavage in an barely acceptable way and many small bracelets and jewelry bits had been upon her arms. This new Karita was dressed even more scandalously, with a skirt shaped more like a thick belt, and cross crossing straps of leather covering her torso. It all came together into a thick collar at the girl’s neck. That was the only thing it could be. Thick leather wrapped around a metal band, a large ring in the center hanging down to almost her collarbone.
“I thought I heard something.” Karita whispered. “Did your grandmother let you borrow her dress?”
“This is my dress, thank you very much!” Elayne huffed. “I didn't need your help!”
Karita approached, unwanted but in this small room she was at her side in two steps. “That dress was made for someone with saggy tits and wider shoulders. Come to my room, I've got something sized for you.” The woman smirked. “Unless you want to be laughed at when you warm up by the fire.”
Karita swirled away, out of the room. Elayne stood, looking at the open book and shivering from being cold. “Last time I learned about the Dragonborn. And a battle that Tulius lost here at Dawnstar. So it might be different here.” A part of her wanted to just press the rune in the book and return, calling this crazy. But a second part of her, a louder part screamed that secrets found here could only help her.
She left the book on the bed, open and waiting just in case she needed to run back to it. The inn was almost the same as she saw earlier, with a pair of men drinking in one corner. Across the hall Karita was waiting with her collar and outfit at a doorway. Elayne used a tiny invisibility spell to dash across the room, pushing into Karita’s tiny bedroom. “Hi.” She whispered. “Didn't want to be seen.”
“I wouldn't want to be, either.” Karita nodded. “Take it off, I'll get you the dress. I'm a tailor part of the time. I just know it'll fit you.” She shut the door for privacy.
Elayne shivered, pulling the larger dress over her head. In just her small clothes she could see how pale and cold her extremities were. “What does that collar mean?” She dared to ask.
“Same as yours, I would imagine,” Karita forced a bundle of colorful blue fabric over her head. “Keeps you from being taken by someone else.” The skirts were tight on her ass, but somehow it fit her torso. It felt thin, too thin for a dress. The fabric wasn’t transparent or anything, but running her hands over it made her fairly self conscious. The dress wrapped around her neck twice before covering only the front of her torso with swathes of blue linen. It fit her waist, ending in a skirt that tickled her lower thighs. As she felt herself down, her breastband was pulled off of her by Karita. “Don’t need this with those small things.”
“But wait!” Elayne tried to say, feeling self conscious of her barely there breasts. The dress was backless. There was nothing covering her entire back, from her low skirt to the iron collar and blue fabric wrapped around her neck.
“Come on. I can’t be gone too long.” Karita winked, holding the door open.
Elayne shivered. Though her cheeks felt warm she still felt cold. No matter what she needed to go by the fire. “Fine.” She whispered. More to herself than to the other woman. “Do you know anything about the Dragonborn?”
“I’m a tavern bard.” Karita laughed. “Sit down here on the bench and I’ll tell you all about him.” Entirely conscious of the two drunks in the corner, Elayne moved in the thin linen dress and sat next to the cookfire. It was divine, and the thin layers of dress were letting all of the heat through.
“I heard he came through here to travel to Yngvild.”
“That’s not a common story to hear someone ask about.” Karita sat next to her, laying her head on Elayne’s shoulder. “There was a necromancer on that island. He liked to kill women, and the Dragonborn found out that he was going to perform some kind of ritual. A boat crashed against its shore and the crew made it back to Dawnstar with enough time to warn him. So he went up to that island with his slave mage Serana to stop him. He came back a few days later, with all kinds of books and knowledge from that place. Oh, and his slave mage got punished.” She laughed, giving Elayne a hug. She could already feel warmth returning to her.
The skin contact was helping warm her. Only when she felt warm hands running up and down her bare sides did she consider this to be slightly embarrassing. Women could hug, of course. She felt flush as Karita’s left hand moved inside her dress, grasping her by the frozen stomach. “Punished? Why?”
“It was in front of the entire inn.” Karita said wistfully. “Spanked her until she was begging for something to quell the burn.”
Elayne blushed, all too easily reminded of her own spanking earlier. “What did she do?”
“Who can say? She isn’t the type to get into trouble. It must have been serious enough for her to get punished. The Dragonborn is usually quite kind to her. Or at least that is what I hear.”
“Did he tell you about this?”
“He did not. But other bards did learn about it. He’s careful to tell us all about his journeys, and we bards share the tales and write them down.”
“They’re written down!” Elayne felt giddy, jumping slightly at the feeling of something cradling her breast. But moving just made the feeling get worse, until she looked down to see. Coming through both sides of the backless dress, Karita’s hands were cradling her like no man or woman ever had. She looked up in horror, but thankfully the drunks were not paying her any attention.
“The Bard’s College in Solitude has them. And of course the Dragonborn himself has copies. But I can tell you all of them, right here.”
Elayne could feel feelings building deep in her body. Right at her very core. She was being groped and fondled in broad daylight by another woman! “How did he defeat Alduin?” She whispered, compromising with herself. A bit of a grope was worth an answer to her quest.
“That’s a long story.” Katira warned, tweaking Elayne’s nipples. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”
She barely muffled a scream. “Let go of me!”
“Not too proud of those, huh?” Katira could fit all of her into both hands with room to spare. “You can get that fixed, you know?”
“...” Elayne quivered. “How?” The Mages college didn’t have any spells for that! She had checked! Colette promised there were none!
“Am I telling you about the Dragonborn or telling you something else?” Her fingers were circling, and Elayne squirmed.
She gripped the bench, feeling heat from the fire and other things flooding her body. But she maintained her resolve. “How did he defeat Alduin?” It was more important than her breasts. Even though her fingers felt amazing. “I have to know.”
“The Dragonborn fought the world eater three times. The first time, it was upon the Throat of the world, and involved some very special help from his friends.” The circling fingers were making her feel light headed, though something told her to let those hands keep going. “From the Greybeards, he learned words of great power. The Dragon Tongue was learned faster than any had before him, save Talos himself.”
Elayne quivered under the skilled hands, the backless dress providing no cover for her as the sun started rising through the windows. “Who else?” She whispered, trying to keep her focus.
“From the Blades and the Thalmor, the Dragonborn received scrolls to summon heroes from history, to fight at his side. A blade forged by the blades but improved by elven tempering and magic created a weapon only known as Dragonbane. It or a daedric artifact were the only weapons that could even damage the skin of the beast. Being Aedra in nature, it despised the Daedric Artifacts. Two were shattered by Alduin, scattered across the mountaintop. With two of his three artifact weapons destroyed, the Dragonborn,” Elayne shuddered heavily, feeling Katira kissing her way down her back. “He used a single shout to bring Alduin down to the world. Half dead and nearly broken, both fighters separated. Alduin retreated to the East, and the Dragonborn went home to Whiterun to soothe his burns and wounds.”
“What shout was it?” Elayne barely was able to make her tongue work, she felt hot all over. Even her ass was finally unfrozen, stinging from its earlier spanking.
“Hang on, more customers coming in.” Elayne blinked, seeing that the empty inn was filling up. Men and women were stepping into the inn, looking for food and drink. Elayne’s nipples were tenting the fabric of the dress, and her smalls were soaked. Karita was over at a table, seemingly taking orders.
Her head swam, and she didn’t know what would happen if she stayed here. People were staring at her in a way that made her feel exposed. She might end up like Merelda the cursed bandit at this rate. The thought of more of this embarrassing experience was too much! Everyone could see this collar on her neck! Her fear rose, and she ran back to her bedroom before the outer doors could open again. Slamming the door shut, she ran over to Captured Dreams. The book was still open on her bed, with one glowing P rune at the center of the page. She pressed it with her thumb, acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin.
The world slammed back into focus, Elayne returning to what she had to assume was her normal world. Her room was a mess once again, all of her things spilled out over the bed. As well as the book. Growling, she grabbed a spare breastband and tied it around the book. But as she did so, she could feel cold air running over her back. “Oh no.”
Her dress didn’t turn back. It was still the backless number with the short skirt. “The items in that world, they are real?” She ran her fingers through the linen fabric. They eventually ran into the iron collar around her neck, making her feel the reality of the unbroken metal there. “The things I take from that illusion are real.” She murmured, her fingers running across the surface of the ring at the front of the collar. “Which means this isn’t an illusion. And that world already has a Dragonborn.”
She sat on the bed, sighing. Her nipples still tingled from Karita’s fingers. Feeling ashamed, she drew the dress down her body and found a shirt to pull over her head. That was when she found something new. Clamped onto her ankles were the silver bands. Just as unbroken as the collar around her neck. “Gods…” She whimpered, touching the metal. “The price!”
The price of using the book appeared each time! First she got the collar, and then she got these anklets! They were heavy, the silver very thick. “Wait, what now?” Elayne seached, finding immediately what was new in her bag. It was a gem, possibly a soul gem. But at the top of the gem was a small silver ring, punched through the crystal without breaking it. “Huh.” Elayne murmured. “This is my next price of knowledge.”
She placed that into her bag, and shoved Captured Dreams deep inside the backpack. There was no way she was using that again for a while. Not until she knew more. This blue linen dress she got was also shoved inside, feeling too embarrassed to even consider wearing that again. So, heated in more ways than one, Elayne tried to get some sleep. But the collar around her neck made that very difficult indeed.
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