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Mother's Shadow	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 16886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3: The Realm of Solitude
Sofies eyes fluttered open to face the bright light which pierced through the crack in the roof to dance across her face.
You’re looking worse than I am this morning
Sofie glanced over to see Vex sitting beside her. “But I was-”
“You met Karliah I take it?” Vex asked.
How did she know?
“Yes” was Sofies only reply.
“Did she ask you to become a servant of Nocturnal?” Vex continued flatly.
Sofie remained silent, yielding only to the soft chuckle from Vexs lips. “Yeah she tries that with everyone, did she tell you anything useful at least?”
Sofie fought to gather her thoughts to reply-
“Never mind, you can tell me over breakfast” Vex interrupted. “We have a job for you”
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The mornings meeting was held in the Ragged Flagon. Devin sat across from Sofie with Vex sitting at her side each with a large flagon of mead placed before her.
“Isn’t it a little early for Mead?” Sofie asked.
The two thieves erupted in an uncontrolled laughing fit. “Right” Vex finally regained her composure as the laughter petered to its natural conclusion. “Let’s get this meeting underway, we’ve all got people to rob blind today” Vex turned to face Sofie. “I’ve got my contacts looking into the people who attacked you, they’ll report back as soon as they find anything conclusive. For now though we have a job for you which should prove ample opportunity to test your skills”
“But I only arrived yesterday” Sofie insisted. “You haven’t even started training me”
“Learn by doing kid” Devlin said. “You survived an attack on your families’ estate and you sought us out singlehandedly. You’re ready for this”
“Your enemies won’t be waiting around for you to be ready before they come after you again, you need the experience” Vex handed her a piece of parchment. “A client in Solitude needs an item retrieved from the Blue Palace”
“The Blue Palace?” Sofie said. Sofie had seen the palace on her trips to Solitude, the city now considered the political and military heart of Skyrim.
“It’s simple. Get to Solitude, meet our contact, do the job, profit” Vex leant forward in her seat. “Just remember. Do the job first, get drunk second”
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Solitude, an Imperial bastion built in the heart of the Nordic terrain of Skyrim. At any other time it would seem out of place but after the Imperial victory it seemed appropriate to be given its place as the heart of Imperial control in the region.
Sofie hoped that being the daughter of an Imperial she would be able to make a more subtle entrance into the city than she had managed in Riften-
You in the hood
Sofie stopped in her tracks, her hand instinctively drifting towards her weapon at her belt but stopping just short of drawing the weapon.
She turned to face the source of the voice, two city guards dressed in crimson armour approached her. “What’s your name, citizen?”
“Adrianna Stark” whispered the false name beneath her breath.
“Show me your face” the guard ordered.
Sofie reluctantly reached up to hold the sides of her hood in her hands.
Did they know who she was? Did they know of her affiliation with the Thieves Guild and the Dark Brotherhood?
With her hands beside her head she knew the handle of her longsword was beyond her reach. So many concerned themselves solely with protecting their heart and their necks they often overlooked that most armour sacrificed protection to the inner thigh to allow greater comfort and manoeuvrability. A single accurate strike was all that was necessary to sever a major artery leading to irreversible blood loss within-
“No doubt, she’s the one we’re looking for”
The guard’s words tightened Sofies muscles as she prepared to make a leap for the blade. Her only hope was that she could strike before he could react and escape-
“You have been summoned before the Jarl” the first guard said.
Sofie knew the unexpected response was not born of aggression, allowing her hands to fall casually to her sides. “As you wish”
With her acceptance she feared that she had already been captured.
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Escorted by the guards into the Blue Palace Sofie was brought into the main chamber to stand before the new High Queen of Skyrim, Elisif the Fair.
“Mi lady” Sofie greeted her queen with a respectful bow, descending to her knee.
Elisif calmed her with a wave of her hand. “Please, there is no need for such formalities”
Sofie rose to her feet.
“You are the daughter of the Dragonborn” Elisif gave it more as a statement than a question.
“Yes mi lady. Sofie Hunter, at your command” the guards neglected to raise any comment at the sudden change in identity.
However doubt lingered in her mind that the Jarl had simply mistaken her and been proved correct by chance. Perhaps this had merely been a trial to discern her identity and she had inadvertently let slip the truth. Such doubts were forced quickly to the back of her mind as she returned to the moment at hand.
“I remember you” Elisif continued. “I was present at your mother’s funeral”
She was there?
Elisif rose from her throne, stepping forward to stand before her visitor. “Please, let me look at you” Sofie raised her head to face Elisif. “You look so much like her” Elisif cooed.
“Thank you my lady” Sofie replied.
“Her death was a tragic loss to all of Skyrim. Your mother was a great ally to me even after the wars end”
“My mother was glad to have served the Empire faithfully” Sofie said.
“You must miss her greatly” Elisif said.
“I do my lady. But my mother was never one to let hardship hold her back, and I know she would not wish me to be so consumed by her death as not to live my own”
“I am glad to hear that. If there is anything you require of me, anything at all, please ask” Elisif offered with genuine sincerity.
Could it really be so simple, could she simply ask for that which she had trekked the length of the frozen tundra to steal?
“I thank you mi lady. That is most generous of you” Sofie bowed. “But I have merely arrived in the city as I travel further, to see the land my mother fought to protect with my own eyes”
“As you wish” Elisif descended back into her throne. “But if you ever need anything of me, please do not hesitate to ask”
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The door to the Winking Skeever groaned open on its hinges as Sofie Hunter entered the Solitude tavern.
As she stepped inside the call of music wafted on the breeze. The lyrics of Age of Aggression, the Imperial war song of the civil war, adapted after the Imperial victory.
We drink to our youth, to days come and gone, for the Age of Aggression is finally done
We drove out the Stormcloaks and restored what we owned, with our blood and our steel we did take back our home
Down with Ulfric, the Killer of Kings, now cast to your death we will drink and we’ll sing
We’re the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives and when Sovngarde beckons every one of us dies
Sofie could hear the mumbled growls of several Nords in the corner of the bar. During the war any Nord worth his beard would have not thought twice about challenging a fight in the middle of Imperial controlled Solitude, simply regarding such an endeavour as ‘A challenge’. Now though it appeared the prideful Nord spirit had been thoroughly knocked out of the people of Skyrim, at least for now. Despite General Tulius and Imperial command having declared ‘An overwhelming victory’ Imperial dominion over Skyrim remained tenuous at best. Mutters of descent freely circulated across the territories and there were even murmured talks of another uprising amongst the more radical groups. But with so few true Nords left to fight there remained no symbol for all to rally behind, no call to arms to accept, no battle cry to chorus. Even amongst those willing to stand the fresh scars of the last rebellion tempered their resolve and stayed their blades.
As a Nord by birth Sofie felt an almost overwhelming cultural divide within her that had lingered since she was a babe. Her mother was a hero of the Imperium and those Imperials who knew her thought of her entire family as one of their own. The question always plagued her. Would Skyrim be so different if the Stormcloaks had won in the end? Different masters, different banners, same songs.
I thought the songbird would be eager to join in the chorus.
Sofie turned to see an Argonian sitting idly at the table behind her, offering a seat with a wave of his hand whilst slipping a mug of ale with the other. Sofie accepted the offered seat without a word.
“Your little trip to the Blue Palace wasn’t exactly in keeping with the concept of maintaining a low profile” Gulum-Ei said by way of introduction, a slithery reptilian tick marked his words.
“It wasn’t exactly my choice” Sofie retuned.
“Whether it was by your choice or not is irrelevant” he hissed. “They know your face so you’ve just made the job that much harder-”
“Wrong” Sofie interrupted. “I just got a tour of the interior layout of the Blue Palace, a mental map of guards, points of entry and escape routes. On top of that they know me as a personal friend of the Jarl and will not question my presence if I’m caught”
Gulum-Ei hissed beneath his breath, his tongue flickering with alien agility. No doubt the gesture held some significance to others of his species, for Sofie it was mere idle movement. “You truly are your mother’s brood” the creature took another sip of his drink. “Like her it seems that you actually believe most of the vile dung which emanates from that hole you call your mouth”
Sofie spoke with conviction but it was clear that he had been around long enough to know an amateur when he saw one. The truth was that despite her growing confident exterior she remained a novice.
“Just so we’re clear, I get paid whether you secure the item or not. Don’t expect me to come burst you out of prison if you get caught. You on the other hand only get your commission upon successful delivery of the item, which means no deaths and no jail time. Still think you’re up to the task?”
“My life depends on it” Sofie replied.
“It always does, Little Dove”
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Sofie moved through the dark places of the city. Draped in the jet black cloak she blended into the looming shadows as she shimmied across the thin balcony on the outside of the Blue Palace.
At the peak of the night Sofie expected the entire city to be held in the warm embrace of sleep. She peeked through the half open window, feeling the gentle breeze wafting the fine scent of perfumes from inside as she stepped in through the window. Sofie knew what had to be done, sneak in, get the item and slip back out unnoticed-
Her foot caught on the corner of a table, unsettling a ceramic jug and sending it tumbling towards the floor. Sofies hand lashed out quickly to catch the jug before it fell, she hoped that no one was around to hear-
“I knew you would come”
Sofie froze in her step. Slowly glancing up she saw Elisif the Fair, Jarl of Solitude and Queen of Skyrim, sitting at the far edge of the wide bed. A brush passed effortlessly through her auburn hair, clothed in a thin cream white robe that draped across her slender body. Elisif rose from her bed, her night clothes cascading over her as the hem of her robes gathered on the floor. “I remember seeing you when you were a little girl” Elisif stepped around the bed to face the thief who had so boldly intruded upon her chamber. She was unarmed and knew her nightdress would offer little protection against the touch of magic or steel. Elisif reached out, caressing her creamy white hand across Sofies flustered cheek. “You really are the image of your mother. Think of what she would say to see what you have become”
“A disgrace” Sofie fought back a stifled tear as she blurted out the words. “A failure” she felt defeated, such a simple assignment had been so easily blundered. How had her life reached this moment? Consorting with thieves and murderers, now so eager to betray someone she had served and had so eagerly offered assistance-”
“She would never think so harshly of you” Elisif reassured her. “Even now she knows that any ills you may have committed were for purely selfless reasons”
“Even after finding me here?” Sofie asked. “You must have known I came here”
“After I heard about what had transpired at your families’ estate I instructed my guards to be on the lookout should you or any of your family seek sanctuary”
“Then, have you heard about anybody else?” Sofie knew the answer before she even asked the question.
“I am sorry” she replied forlornly. “I sent riders to the other holds but I have yet to receive word in return”
“There is so much I thought I knew about my mother, so much I was never told” Sofie said.
“You must realise” Elisif offered her bed with a wave of her hand, to the two f them sitting on the edge of the bed. “The war cost us all much; truth and honour were the first to fall. You may not remember much, you were too young to truly understand, and now many of the stories have become embellished and exaggerated”
“But what of the things I have learnt since I started my journey?” Sofie said.
“I admit that there were times I questioned your mothers’ true loyalties, the truth of her closest held beliefs. I had heard the stories, the rumours surrounding the Emperors death”
Sofie bit her lip and compelled herself to resist the overwhelming urge to speak out. Whatever her mother may have been life her name did not have to be cast to disgrace in death by a slip of her daughters wavering tongue.
“But there was one thing I never questioned, that your mother loved Brelyna, you and your sister with all of her heart. While you may not have been born of her blood her love for you all had no limit” Elisif said. “I owe my life to your mother” Elisif reached up beneath her auburn hair, releasing the clasp of the necklace around her neck. “If this trinket will be of help, please take it”
Sofie was only now learning the true extent of Elisifs generosity. She knew that she could leave now and satisfy the Thieves Guild, but duty to her mother compelled her. “There must be something I can give you in return?”
Elisif bit her lip as if she were conflicted by her next words. “The truth is, I have not felt another’s touch since my husband’s passing. Your mother always looked so beautiful” Elisifs hand reached up to caress Sofies cheek. “When I look at you I see the woman who saved my life, for whom I carried the flickering embers of a flame and yet never allowed myself the courage to admit my feelings before her passing. Even if you may not be bound by blood, I do not doubt that you are your mother’s daughter. Would you perform a royal duty and remain with me for the night?”
Sofies heart fluttered in her chest. Despite her growing experience she still thought of herself as the same fresh faced virgin she been her life. Sofie reached her hand up to caress Elisifs cheek in return, leaning forwards she pressed her lips to Elisifs. Sofie tasted an exotic assortment of fresh fruits and fine flavours on the woman’s lips, tastes drawn from all corners of the known world to be met upon a single kiss.
Elisif ceased the embrace between them. Stepping back she reached up to the nape of her neck and allowed a single pull to unravel the delicate bow which held her nightgown in place. The material flowed across her like river to pool as a single neat mound at her feet, leaving her only dressed in the single gold and ruby circlet crowned atop her head. Despite the ever present burden of ruling a kingdom at war no doubt weighing heavily upon her the young queens skin remained silky soft and supple, her breasts high and perky and her physique curvaceous and smooth.
“It appears that sometimes it takes a child to talk the Jarl into wearing no clothes” Elisif smiled sweetly at their private joke. It appeared that her mother’s favourite phrase was taking on new meaning with each passing day. Despite their opposing states of dress Sofie felt almost naked in the presence of the High Queen, in many ways the unwavering certainty and confidence the woman wielded in command of a nation had brought her young interloper to silence. In that moment Sofie was cast back to the frost bitten streets of Windhelm, yearning to reach out and clutch the total stranger who took it upon themselves to care for the orphan who by all rights should-
Elisif wrapped her arms around Sofies shoulders, pressing her bare body against the cold black leather of her armour. Even through her light armour Sofie could feel the warmth of Elisifs body washing across her. Elisifs elegant hands reached up to release the clasp of Sofies cloak, allowing it to move effortlessly across her shoulders to fall to the floor at her feet. Elisifs hands moved across the smooth contours of her black leather. Sofies skin began to prickle, despite the divide presented by her armour the mere presence of the woman’s hands elicited a reaction from the inexperienced young woman.
Elisif unclipped the straps and buckles which bound Sofies armour snug against her skin. With each clasp and buckle opened another creamy white patch of sun kissed skin was revealed, in the end there was little else that could be hidden from Elisifs eyes.
“I have something for you” Elisif whispered in her partner’s ear. “Please, take it from the wardrobe”
Sofie did as she was requested, stepping across the room and kneeling down she opened up the bottom door of the wardrobe to find the gift Elisif had laid out for her. Sofie had heard tales of a device which allowed women to masquerade as men, but this was the first time she had ever seen it for herself. It appeared to be made of finely polished moonstone, inlayed with countless crystals no larger than a pin head whose lustre gave it an almost divine glow. The full 6 inch length was secured with smooth black leather straps, the unblemished surface suggesting the item had never been used.
“Since my husband passed” Sofie heard Elisifs voice behind her. “I have wished for one last chance to be treated like a true Nord woman. To tell you the truth I had hoped it to have been your mother” Elisifs soft hands cupped Sofies shoulders, her body tensing and her heart racing in her chest. “Would you do me the honour of wearing this tonight?”
“Yes, my lady” Even before the words had left had lips Sofie knew the gravity of the task she had undertaken.
Elisif took the gift into her hand, kneeling behind Sofie she helped the young girl step into the straps. Raising the soft leather straps across her legs, she secured the straps around her waist as though she were an attendant to her mistress. Elisif held her hand to Sofies thigh, turning Sofie to face her Elisif knelt with the full length extending ahead of Sofie. Elisifs lips kissed the tip of the faux penis, each repeated kiss allowing her lips to eclipse more and more of the length of the faux penis.
Having wetted the tip Elisif stood and returned herself to the bed, crawling on all fours she glanced back at Sofie standing behind her. Without a word or command Sofie stepped forward to place herself behind Elisifs well-rounded rump, the tip of her faux penis caressing Elisifs outer lips. This situation was becoming more and more like a novel of a young maiden being taken advantage of by a dashing intruder.
“Do not fear, Little Dove” Elisif whispered to her. “You merely have to think of it as an extension of yourself and allow your instincts to take hold”
Sofie tentatively reached out to grasp Elisifs thighs in her hands, gradually pressing herself forward as the tip passed the outer lips. Elisif inhaled sharply as she accepted the unexpected insertion, sighing softly as the wave of pleasure washed over her. “This is my favourite position, as any Nord should take their wife”
The mention of Sofies true lineage enflamed something within her, perhaps unintentionally on Elisifs part, something primal and deep within her. A blood red haze descended across her eyes, animalistic instinct overtook her mind. Tightening her grip she thrust her hips forward to begin penetrating Elisifs pussy. With each thrust and retreat the depth and ferocity of her assault grew, the elicit thrill of the act only enflaming her passions and spurring her to continue. In that briefest of moments all sense of prudence and reticence had been cast aside, the wild mountain beast that was the pride of her lineage had been unleashed. She reached out to grab a clutch of Elisifs elegant hair in her hands, causing the woman to throw her head back and cry out in a mixture of pain as pleasure as the full brunt of overwhelming orgasm ripped through her. Unable to sustain herself any longer Elisif meekly collapsed onto the bed, unable or unwilling to muster any further resistance.
Upon seeing the proud woman reduced to such a state the blood washed from Sofies eyes, the animalistic rage retreated from her mind. The stark realisation of what she had done surfaced in her conscious mind. Sofie retreated, falling unceremoniously onto the bed beside Elisif, clasping her face in her hands. She felt the last of Elisifs juice weeping down the length of the faux strap on to stain her bare legs.
“I’m sorry” Sofie whispered softly. “I don’t know-”
Sofie heard a sound, she glanced over to see Elisif laid out across the bed, her head buried amongst the sheet. She heard the sound of muffled whimpers. Elisif suddenly threw her head back in the air, erupting in uncontained laughter, the unexpected reaction throwing Sofie off completely. “Elisif-”
Elisif looked down at Sofie. With renewed energy she leapt across to lay atop her younger lover, drawing her into a warm embrace. “Oh, you beautiful Little Dove”
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