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Mannimarco's Vengeance, Part 2	By : Marian_Valois Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls Online Views: 4003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Medawen lifted her head meekly at the racket on the other end of the hall. She watched as a Dremora entered, holding a young dark elf woman by her chestnut hair, motionlessly dragged her across the hall, then dumped her on the stone floor at Mannimarco's feet. In its other hand it held a wooden mage's staff.
”What is your name, girl?” Mannimarco asked, appraising the elf on her hands and knees on the floor. The remains of a red flower was dragging limp from her hair, all shaken up and shriveled, and her pale red mage's robe had ripped at the knees.
The Dunmer was shaking slightly, and it took her a few seconds to get her act together.
”I... Nareena”, she spoke with a trembling, quiet voice. ”Of house H-Hlaalu.”
Mannimarco took a slow step towards her.
”A noble, then”, he mused. ”In that case, you should know how one is to address her superiors.”
She reflected for a few seconds, and then startled.
”Oh!” she replied quickly. ”Y-yes, my lord.”
She took a quick glance at Mannimarco's face, but then bowed her head down to the ground.
”That's better”, he answered, and turned his glare at Medawen. ”You could learn something from this one. I have been talking to her for a blink of an eye, and she already knows how to properly address me. She submitted with hardly a struggle, too.”
He walked right in front of Nareena and lifted her chin up with his forefinger. She carefully raised her eyes to meet his.
”I might want to keep you”, he said, almost tenderly. Then he released her chin and walked to the Dremora holding a healing staff, taking it from the creature.
”Well, Nareena, of house H-Hlaalu”, he mocked, ”you have work to do. You are a healer, correct? As it happens, I might have broken my toy today. Fix her.”
He threw the healing staff at Nareena, who jumped to catch it with haste, and cradled it like a child when she did.
”I want that asshole good as new this time tomorrow.”
He was already walking away with swift steps.
”I'm on it, my lord.”
The door closed behind him, as the rest of his entourage left the room. Nareena walked hastily to the naked Bosmer girl lying on the pedestral. She took a glance at her rear, spreading her buttocks with her other hand.
”Sweet Azura”, she gasped. ”What happened to you?”
Medawen turned to face her and raised her eyebrow in sarcastic disbelief. Nareena cleared her throat and quickly turned her gaze to her staff.
”Ahem, right. Let me just... Hold right there.”
She started to channel a light from her staff, and Medawen felt an itching and tingling in her torn flesh. She felt like scratching it, but otherwise the feeling was rather pleasant. She shuddered a little with the pleasurable feeling.
After a while, the light ceased.
”Try to contract your sphincter”, Nareena said, and moved her finger caressingly on the healed anus, feeling if the muscle was whole. A gentle touch on Medawen's skin felt curious for a change. She contracted her muscles. They felt a little sore, but completely whole and working.
”Oh”, she said, surprised, and turned again to face the Dunmer. ”You are really good at this.”
”It's healed?” Nareena asked, blushing a little. Medawen smiled at the sight. Nareena's pale bluish cheeks looked sweet when they turned purple. The wood elf hadn't met many Dunmeri in her life, so the visage was new to her.
”Quite so”, Medawen answered, and lifted herself to sitting position. ”I didn't know restoration magic can work like that.”
Nareena giggled briefly.
”Well, to be honest, that's not exactly the first time I've done something like this. I suppose this could be called my area of expertise.”
Medawen laughed gently. ”Now I'm curious”, she said, gathering her legs in front of her, covering her chest. ”How did that come to happen?”
Nareena smiled shyly and blushed again. ”My spouse is... We are a little adventurous in that department, I suppose.”
Nareena started to idly touch a ring in her left hand's finger, looking thoughtfully into distance.
”Is that a ring of Mara?”, Medawen asked. Nareena came back to the moment, and noticed she was turning the ring. She lifted her hand up and slided the ring out of her finger.
”Yes, it is”, she replied, and gave the ring for Medawen to inspect. ”You aren't married?”
”No”, Medawen answered, and gently examined the ring. There was a carving inside it. She looked closer. It spelled 'Elizabetha'.
”Oh, I see”, Medawen said, genuinely surprised. Nareena laughed, without taking offense.
”Yes, she's a woman, and a Breton, at that”, she answered, and received the ring back from Medawen. ”We make quite the team. She specializes in destruction magic. I usually go nowhere without her, but the Worm cult caught me off guard this time.”
Medawen resisted the urge to ask further about that.
”Then you know who you were talking to?”, she asked instead. A strange flicker flashed in Nareena's eyes, as she raised her gaze to Medawen.
”I wasn't certain at first”, she said, her face taking an ambitious expression. ”But I can make out that when there is a nest of spider eggs, the broodmother is likely to be around. He is Mannimarco, isn't he? The Master necromancer, the King of Worms?”
Medawen reflected, puzzled. Nareena seemed hardly distressed at all by the way Mannimarco had treated her. In fact, it almost felt like she was looking up to him.
”That's correct”, she answered, frowning. ”So... Were you hurt? When they dragged you in?”
She tried to subtly remind Nareena of the harsh treatment she had received, and apparently forgotten. But Nareena was unimpressed.
”Oh, that”, she said, waving her hand in dismissal. ”I lose more hair every time Betha forces me down her... Uh, never mind.”
She blushed, and pressed her lips together. Medawen tried to hold her laughter in, but the situation was too amusing. She broke into giggles, girlishly, for the first time in months. And Nareena joined in her laughter.
At the door, the Dremora guarding the elves rolled his eyes at the giggling. He would never understand mortals. They found fun in the weirdest of situations.
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