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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 and Serana rested for a short amount of time, resting fitfully with what was left of the evening. By the time the sun rose, both women were leaning against one another and snoozing. The rays hit their face, and both woke with a layer of morning dew over their thin fabrics. “Hmm.” Elayne yawned. She felt warm, toasty under the wrappings she had. “I thought Vampires were supposed to be cold.” Serana actually felt rather warm.
The vampire opened her eyes slowly, her hair looking slightly frayed. She hadn’t been able to take care of it at all since her arms were locked behind her back. “We are immune to the cold, since we are dead. But that does not mean I don’t feel it. We still can feel the touch of rain and the kiss of snow. Being under blankets is just as satisfying ass a vampire as being alive.”
“That’s actually really nice.” Elayne said, looking around at the campground they were both inhabiting. The dark brotherhood sanctuary in this world looked to be completely buried. Dirt, earth, and a shrine of Arkay lay over where the entrance once was. They had truly been destroyed. Or rather, buried. More evidence that Skyrim had its secrets that had been buried under the earth.
“What are you staring at? The shrine?” Serana asked, squinting past the bright morning light.
“This is a home for me.” She said. “Or, in the other world it is.”
“The temperature isn’t a match for the month, it is true.” Serana said. “But I don’t know if this is truly a different world.”
“Everyone here dresses differently and acts differently!” Elayne started to say, before realizing that it wasn’t necessarily so true anymore. Culture and ideology had been blending together in small little ways, over time. Serana might not be able to tell much of a difference. “Well, I do use a daedric artifact to travel back and forth, and here the Dragonborn has already won against Alduin and your father.”
“Somehow I think I’ll want proof.”
“In this world, Serana was captured and paraded around to every tavern and sexually punished until what was left was a mostly broken creature. The moment she was out of her crypt, she was abused and tortured until there was nothing left. There is a place in this world called Fort Dawnguard, and if you hear those words in conversation with anyone, just know that is where they broke this world’s Serana. Or made her weak of spirit. I didn’t want you running away to your father, but I didn’t want that forced upon you.”
“Does that mean you’ll release my arms and let me actually move freely?” Serana asked, smiling. Elayne could feel her gems tingle, as if they absorbed a spell effect. Probably her trying to use vampiric control powers.
“Not quite yet.” Elayne answered evasively. “I still don’t trust you. That ice atronach you summoned nearly bisected me.” Digging into her bag, she dragged out Captured Dreams. There still was no rune glowing in any of the pages. Four of the book’s pages had been ripped out. Was it on one of those pages? She didn’t know, but as it was, she couldn’t return. Something was wrong. “But I can’t figure out how we are going to go back!”
“Got any friends in this world we can count upon?” Serana seemed surly about something.
“Hang on.” She murmured. Elayne stood, and pulled her dress open wider. The slim golden chain that went between her nipple rings had Talos’ coin upon it. It had worked when she chased after Serana. So, she focused again. She thought about the woman, and then whispered a small prayer to Talos. The coin started spinning, and then jerked her forwards towards the vampire. She nearly collided, her face inches from the pale bare skin of her shoulder. “Ouch!” Talos apparently didn’t have any kind of respect for her sensitivity.
“Did you mean to do that? I felt some kind of magic for a moment, but it was very fleeting.” Serana asked gently. “But I felt like your spell went more than one direction.”
More than one direction! She stared. “It’s an artifact. It lets me find whoever I am thinking about.”
“That seems powerful in the wrong hands. You could find anyone that you were looking for.” Her eyes grew distant for a moment. “Does it work on anyone? Just name alone?”
“I haven’t used it for anyone but you. And it really hurts!” She admitted. “But you said it seems to have two directions?”
“I felt your spell move multiple locations. It’s a mysticism effect. Like a find humanoid or detect life spell. Only more concentrated.”
“Alright.” She took a deep breath. “That sounds like something to do while Captured Dreams makes up its mind.” She concentrated once more, and was already holding Serana while doing that. The insistent tugging began again, but this time she could feel it. A tugging that went beyond the woman in front of her. Elayne following the coin out onto the road, where it seemed to point northwest. She and Serana were the only ones awake at this hour, moving past a sleep watermill and logging area towards the sun road. She had to stop, her nipples were hurting so badly after an hour, but it revealed the direction. When she finally stopped focusing, she was in line with Fort Sungard. Or rather, the hills across the road from it. “You listened after all.” She murmured.
Serana was right with her. “Where are we going?”
“Into the hills. We’ve got a small mountain to climb. Then we go to meet someone I actually know. She owes me.”
Elenwen might still be after them. That Thalmor had been chasing them through Helgen the night before, but hopefully that leg injury had truly crippled her. Serana’s heels kept up with her for most of the day they followed the road, and it was nearly nightfall before they got close enough to see the vaulted wood of Hendraheim. The sun was completely down by that point, and Elayne could see the lock upon the door remained. That had led to her and Lydia getting trapped last time. But unlike last time, there were three dead men wearing the Dragonborn’s armbands in the yard. All three were dead with their knees cut and their necks drained. Each corpse seemed completely aged. They had died recently, but they were all piled behind a boulder. Since they were approaching the house, Elayne could only barely make out the bent fingers and skewed limbs. A fourth man was in the yard, but he seemed recently killed. It was the body of a hunter, with furs hanging from his belt. Like all the others, he had been fed upon.
“Elayne.” Serana started to warn her. “We aren’t alone. I can’t see them, but I can smell them.”
“Is that your name?” A voice called upon the wind. The darkness itself seemed to flutter, as bats flew from across the rooftop to reform into something humanoid, standing atop its peak. “Elayne. Everyone seems to want you these days. Blue hair to the navel, no tits to speak of.” The bats broke apart, reforming down in front of the doors. It was Serana! Well, the Serana of this world. “Nice ass, some kind of rare mage. Stormcloaks and Imperials want to collect you before Helseth does. Apparently you have something they all want. An artifact of some kind.”
“They saw us use the book.” People had seen her and Eola go back to their world. “They want it for themselves.”
“Partly. But you aren’t the only ones who have been busy.” This world’s Serana was so different. She was wearing a skintight outfit, made from something reflective. Or glistening. She had steep heels on, made from the same material. It covered her from ankle to neck, the curves contained inside the dark almost leather. But she couldn’t see any seams upon it. The vampire’s hair was still flowing to her waist in a dark curtain, and her body seemed more healthy. “I never expected to see myself.”
Both of the vampires looked at each other, one wearing a skintight suit, and the other wearing ebonite and dragonbone. Their curves were identical, Elayne bothered by how large their breasts were. Having identical pairs in front of her just made her want to frown at the injustice of it all. The one in bondage seemed to be doing the same thing as Elayne, her eyes roaming even as she tried to avoid the other’s gaze. “This is another world.”
“Of course it is!” The Serana that was free reached forward, grasping Serana by the breast and twisting it. With her hands restrained, she couldn’t avoid it. “Get your head out of your very fine ass and think!”
Her very bound Serana looked flushed, her cheeks red as she was dragged forward by the front clasps of her leotard. “I don’t know what to think!”
“We’ve never known what to think!” The older Serana screamed into her younger’s face. “Mother had us wrapped around her little finger, and father couldn’t care less because Molag Bal took our brother during the ceremony! He lost his heir and was left with just us!” Elayne wished she could write this down. “When I finally caught up and found out what happened, you know what I found?”
“You found Mother!” The younger Serana sounded hopeful, joyous even.
“Of course I did. I went to Volkihar Castle, and picked over the skeletons of our father’s past. What really happened. Mother never planned on letting us go. Ever. She buried us and thought she would spend an age waiting for father to make a stupid move. But he didn’t! He was patient, and she did what she does best when she is bored. She moves on.”
“Mother wouldn’t forget about us!”
“Oh, but she did. She moved on. Just like father did. You really think she is feeling any regrets at leaving her family of Molag Bal tainted worshippers behind?” The younger Serana squirmed, the leotard being pulled upwards and dragging it tighter against her skin. Her older counterpart had long claws for fingernails, and just two of them were holding her close. “Mother went and abandoned Tamriel entirely. Once she learned that Father died? She moved on completely.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that she became an Ideal Master. She’s abandoned physical form, now. She’s just a fucking floating crystal! She abandoned us! She just ran away and hid, like she always did when things went wrong! When she left us to Molag Bal’s attentions in Coldharbour while she whimpered and cried behind a rock!”
Both stared each other down, Elayne forgotten in the wake of their feelings. “Mother promised! She would come back for us!”
“The only person that came for you did so because I told them where to go!” The older of the pair seemed smug in her declaration. “You don’t know it yet, but you can barely think for yourself.” She pushed the leotard, sending the bound vampire stumbling backwards on her heels. “You’ve never had a very strong will. Just the pretty little princess, unable to think for herself. So brilliant, yet so weak minded!”
“I, we, We!” The younger corrected herself mid sentence. “We are not weak!”
“Look at yourself. You’ve been wearing that Bitch Breaker for how long?”
“Bitch Breaker?” Elayne and Serana whispered.
“That’s the outfit. The longer you wear it, the more your willpower just drains away. You walk wherever they tell you, accept any form of attention just so that for one single moment you feel like you can feel love.” The woman shuddered, the bodysuit she was wearing squeaking as the texture rubbed against each other. “The gag you wore, he called it a Tamer.” She closed her eyes, mouth going slack. “That leotard was the Breaker.” Her clawed fingernails pointed to the collar around her counterpart’s neck “And that resting around your neck is devious. He never told me its name, only that I would never be the same afterwards.” Those clawed fingernails traced her own skin, attempting to push through the inky black material covering every inch of herself. “He was right about that.” The orange eyes opened and seemed to glare at her match. “But he was wrong about being broken.”
“Who are you even talking about!” The younger Serana yelled, finally balanced.
“Oh you sweet summer child.” She laughed, a gasping sound. “She didn’t tell you? Or perhaps she herself doesn’t know.”
“Assume we don’t. This world is different.” Elayne cut in, addressing the older vampire.
“How long has she been wearing that?”
“Almost a week?”
“But I saw you six weeks ago.” The vampire blinked. “Mundus is different in your domain. Closer.”
“The flow of time is different. Something is different between these worlds!”
“Indeed.” Both vampires said at the same time, before they both seemed to be disturbed. “But what would cause that difference?”
“That hardly matters. It’s not our job to think, after all.” The older Serana whispered. “We’re not very good at that. The only thing that happens when we make decisions on our own is just more of our life falling apart.”
“You can’t mean that.”
“Oh, I tested the theory. I thought Shashev was wrong!” The inky black material covering those fingers stretched as she articulated them. “Every time I chose for myself, it just led to more pain! I even went down to Blackreach, opened all of the gates!”
“Wait, those gates that the Falmer are contained by?”
“The very same!” The vampire said, squeezing her own breast, but the material strangely sounding as her fingers made contact. “Shashev has his own private army claiming to be guarding from the Falmer, but really he just wants to have leverage over the northern parts of Skyrim. So when the civil war is over, his troops can move in! Most of the guards in the different holds already are on his payroll. Skyrim is only a few months from the total control of that insane Dunmer, and the Nords would all too happily support him! When they think he is their precious,” The clawed fingers squeezed, unable to find purchase and making the vampire hiss as she couldn’t actually touch her own form. “Dragonborn!” The word was part curse and part whimper.
“Wait.” Elayne whispered, watching as the vampires fingers continued to be unable to find any purchase on her own body. “He’s not the Dragonborn?”
“He claims the title but has none of the actual powers. Just like any other wool headed Nord, he can learn how to Shout with enough training. I only learned this recently.” The older Serana growled as her body remained untouched. “Fuck!” She cursed, holding her body and shuddering. “I can’t escape from his damn work!”
“Serana, who is the real Dragonborn then? How could he have defeated Alduin?!”
“You’re not as foolish as she is.” The older pointed to the surly younger version of herself. “You figure it out.”
Elayne wracked her mind, trying not to concern herself with the standoff between the two vampires. Captured Dreams only worked because she existed in both worlds, if she could trust what the daedric princes whispered. And one of the more famous schemers told her that. There could have been elements of that truth. Or she might already be dead in this world. She couldn’t know. How could she know? The only family that she had were the Forsworn, and there was no way in Oblivion she was going back to her family in High Rock. If she wasn’t the Dragonborn, where would she even find herself?
“It could not have been me.” Elayne insisted. “There has to be another!”
“You don’t get it!” The older Serana whispered. “You are the weakness here! Just like you probably see now, you are just as incapable as we are. You are so weak of will that you are Shashev’s prized little possession! Kept locked away in Dayspring Canyon to break the will of all those that follow you. You came to Shashev for help against the dragons and he used you. Used some kind of Dwarven crown to steal from your mind the knowledge of shouting, and he’s a brilliant craftsman. Liar, thief and manipulator. You put his collar on willingly, and helped him do the hard part of saving the province!” Her voice was damning, and Elayne was flushed.
“You’re wrong.” The younger Serana finally spoke up. “She put together a summit! Brought peace to Skyrim! She gave them a king again!”
“Did she? I am surprised.”
“What are you doing?” The younger one finally demanded, watching the clawed hands still failing to find purchase on the skintight covering.
“When I was in Blackreach I ran into a trap.” The older vampire murmured, her fingers still unable to touch her skin or affect any change. “This covers me body and I cannot remove it! And none of these bandits or hunters have weapons capable of removing it!”
“You can’t risk going into a town to find out more, can you.” Elayne surmised.
“I don’t know of any shrines to Molag Bal outside of Volkihar keep.” She shuddered, the skintight outfit preventing any kind of jiggle. “I can’t do what needs to be done!”
“Serana, what do you mean?”
“I’ve decided that I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m a broken thing. I can’t function without someone there! I know what I want to do with my life. To finally do something that isn’t going to just hurt me more!” She whispered. “Mother was right about this being a cruel world undeserving of us.”
“Mother said we were true heirs of the world!”
“Mother was around during the Planemeld. She changed her mind. Not enough to come and set us free, but she changed her mind. Maybe in your world she is still hiding in the Soul Cairn, waiting to see if there is anything left to care about. Betrayal breeds betrayal. What kind of endeavors await you if you stay in the world? You’ll kill and bite and feed. A trail of dead will be in your wake, just so you can fuck up your life even more! You,” The clawed finger pointed at the bound version of herself poignantly. “You deserve to be in that restraint. Until your bones grow so accustomed to it you cannot live without it. To recognize that you are little but flesh and mistakes, and your continued life is not your own.”
“We deserve to live!” The younger insisted. “We survived that night with Molag Bal! We survived when others failed! We don’t deserve to be forgotten or turned into some mortal pet!”
The older Serana seemed to feel something, closing her eyes and tapping her long ink covered claws against her skin. “Come with me. I’ll show you what I mean.” All three seemed to walk at the same pace, around towards the side of Hendraheim. The hole in the house Elayne made was still there, but the inside of the house was clearly different. The front section of the hall had holes in the floor, some kind of mechanism torn up and out. Piles of fur armor had been set aside, and tables arranged with different ingredients and items. There weren’t many items here of value. Elayne spent more time watching the twin vampires walk, both of them taking tiny short strides as if both of them wore the bondage boots with the chain. But there were arcane sigils carved upon the surfaces of tables, and the bed was messy.
“You got rid of the maid trap.” Elayne tried to say lightly.
“And the shrine of Namira.” The vampire glared. “Which you failed to mention!”
“We didn’t exactly have long to chat.” She passed one table, where some kind of glowing stone sat. “This doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen.”
Both vampires stopped to look, orange eyes riveted upon the same object. “Daedric Orb.” The older finally identified. “You can open them and find things from Oblivion within them. Alchemy ingredients, weapons. Usually quite lucrative. I found it downstairs on the altar and never got around to using it. Not alone, at least.”
Elayne left it alone, but felt a draw to it. Something almost tingled, and her earrings rattled as a finger came near it. It felt powerful, and useful. The path led downstairs, and Elayne felt a shiver as she approached the room. It was as dark as she remembered, and candlelight spells seemed necessary. It was darker than before, or perhaps it felt like she was coming back to a place that had been defiled. The room had been completely cleared, the floor empty and storage racks moved against the back walls where prisoners could be locked to. “Look and behold!” Serana said loudly. “The reality of Serana Volkihar!”
A large arcane circle had been made with blood, coin, and bones. Two skulls were on either side of the circle, one looking vaguely daedric more than humanoid. But the younger Serana seemed to recognize what this was. “This is the same arcane symbol that our parents used! This makes a gateway to Coldharbour!” Instead of the daedric symbol for Oblivion in the middle of the circle, there was a glowing white bow. It looked elven, but the metal glimmered in a way that nothing she had ever seen before could have. From here she felt slightly warmer, just looking at it.
“Wrong.” The older tutted. “This is a sacrificial circle, true. But this uses the same principles of sacrifice, but none of the markings for summoning.” She bent, barely able to in the tight material. “I just needed the whole family for the prophecy.”
“Wait.” Elayne looked at the skulls. “That’s Harkon?”
“Father is the daedric looking skull. Mother gave hers willingly enough, since she didn’t care anymore. And the third portion is the remains of Vyrthur, the elf that made the prophecy in the first place. I had to go very far for that. And last but not least is Aureal’s Bow. All the components for the prophecy to be fulfilled. ”
“Prophecy,” Her younger counterpart looked up in shock. “You know the entire prophecy?”
“It is very simple. A daughter of Coldharbour sacrifices herself willingly, unknowingly following the entire path of her life to this moment. The weapon of Auriel, who might as well be called Akatosh. With this moment, I will end the Tyranny of the sun! And honor Molag Bal as his priestess!” She laughed, grinning. “I know why you cannot go back and forth between worlds, Elayne. I do, I do!” She crowed, squeezing her breasts again, though ineffectually. “I find myself missing my restraints. To have my hands contained, and to be filled at all times.” She stared at the ebonite and dragonbone. “One one Serana may live, in order for you to return home.”
“What!”
“Such is the will of Molag Bal. He refuses to allow you to leave until you decide!” Both Serana’s now faced her, one looking manic and the other terrified. “I am no more than a slave to another’s will. I cannot think for myself. Pick which of us shall be your servant, or else you will die here. And since she is wearing that collar, Shashev knows where she is. He will come for her. He is probably on his way here, already. So, you must decide! I will give up all that I am to go back to my life before!” She begged, falling to her knees. “Choose me! I know my place in life, and it is to serve a greater power. I am nothing, and my family’s bones lie behind me! My past is nothing, my future is yours to decide!”
“We don’t have to fulfill any prophecy! This is madness!” The younger Serana declared, standing on the far side from the ritual circle. “We know each other, Elayne. You know me!”
“You tried to ensorcell me twice in the last two days. You’ve been trying to find a way out of your situation.” Elayne returned, at which she had both of the vampire’s attention. She drew out Captured Dreams, still seeing the lack of any kind of glowing rune to take them home. “You might be right. And you are a daughter of Coldharbour?” The shards of Mehrune’s razor rested in a small bag right next to her other items.
“We both are.” The older answered eagerly. “Maidens who are sacrificed to Molag Bal, who survive his passions. The origins of the vampire disease and curse.”
Elayne clenched her fist, not sure what to do. But her gut feeling was that this decision was important. To her left, she could see the Serana she had captured on her own. She was a willful woman, and knew a lot about magic and power. But she didn’t trust her. The leash hanging from her neck was evidence enough of that. To her right was the Serana of this world. Sensuous, just as knowledgeable. But most certainly a slave to whatever training had occurred. She was just as much of a wildcard.
“You can’t just choose based upon what she says!” The younger declared, heavy breasts jiggling as she stood tall. “You don’t have to do this!”
“Oh but she does! Kneel, you ungrateful slave. We belong to her. It is clearer to me than it ever has been before, that we belong to her. Shashev stole her power in this world. Stole what should be hers! She must choose what kind of future lies before her.” The older seemed to focus only on Elayne, even as her words were directed to the other Serana. “I would gladly go back to the uniform made for me. I am not meant to be free.”
Molag Bal had interfered once more. Elayne had to make a choice. In order to go back at all, she had to choose between two vampires. Both of whom seemed frozen, waiting for her. Chewing her lip, she closed her eyes and took time to think. She too, had a collar around her neck. By her own agreements she was a slave to something. Someone. Skyrim, most people would say. But a deeper part of herself knew that she liked it. She liked the feeling of it all. That somehow deep inside this felt right.
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