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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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More than a day passed as Elayne waited for Lydia. She had a bit of food and water, and more than six hundred and fifty gold septims in her purse. But with only a couple of skimpy dresses and heeled shoes, she wasn’t going to be able to get far in this world. Especially with the sour weather. Rain was beating against the city, and she didn’t even have a cloak to be able to go out there. The rain was light, but Elayne didn’t want to risk getting cold when she couldn’t light a fire to warm herself.
Bored, she played with her blue hair, trying to put it into a style or design upon her head. Unless she twisted it or braided it very tightly, it would uncoil itself. It seemed to very much want to hang straight down to her navel. There was so much of it, and such an odd color. Some kind of magic effect wanted five long strands of purple-blue hair to hang down, with two in front and three in back. It just naturally liked to sit like that. Combing it took a long time, and it still hurt to be pulled. So it was still her hair, but the moonstone headband was making it the odd color and length.
She was considering using one of her dresses as a cloak to go outside for some food, having only a bit of cheese left. It was too cold to go barefoot, but the only shoes that she had were the heeled ones Belethor gave her. So as she made her way through the house, the clicks and clacks on wood and stone became more familiar. She could stand to walk in them longer, though her ankles were very sore. Though she didn’t like to admit it, these skimpy outfits fit her gigantic ass better than the large dresses ever did. So she kept wearing them, blanket wrapped around her like a ward.
But after two days, she needed to go and get more food. She had gold, but no way to defend herself. She needed a new weapon anyways. Warmaiden’s was only a few doors down, and she did know them quite well. Arianne had custom fitted her armor, at least. In this world perhaps she was still happy to help.
Eating the last of her cheese, she pulled the backless linen dress back into position. It had a habit of sliding around, and even though no one was here she felt self conscious. Around midday the rain seemed to stop, and Elayne took the chance. First to the market, buying fruit bread and mead for herself. She felt stares from some of the folk about, but just kept her head down and avoided eye contact. The only thing covering her back from her waist to neck was her blue hair, and it felt more sensuous than it should.
Her heels clicked on the cobblestone as she made her way back towards the gates, coming up to Warmaiden’s. There was scaffolding near the building, part of it damaged from siege weapons. Dragging her skirt lower, Elayne stepped into the shop.
“Welcome to Warmaiden’s!” Ulfberth called. “Ah, perhaps I can interest you in some daggers and light armor?”
Did she look like a waif who couldn’t hold a sword? Glancing down at herself, blue hair and perched on a pair of stilt shoes she partially agreed with his sentiment. After a long moment. “I am in the market for an enchanted weapon.”
Ulfberth nodded. “If you need it, I have a full set of light elven armor that should fit you. It used to belong to a woman named Eola. Followed the Dragonborn around for a while, but died to a giant. No amount of armor will save you under that kind of force.” He warned.
“I was actually just looking for weapons.”
“You’re half dressed and shivering. Your master should have dressed you warmer.” Ulfberth grunted. “I won’t sell a slave girl a weapon.”
Elayne growled. This damn collar! It was making doing anything in this world so hard! “What if I buy an armor?”
“The only thing in this store that will fit an ass that wide is right here.” Ulfberth stated without shame, pointing to the armor he had already brought out. “But if you buy it, I might be willing to part with some lighter weapons.”
“I need something for ghosts and undead.”
Ulfberth gave her a glance. “Why not just hire the Companions?”
“Because it’s better to solve some problems on your own. If we call the Companions for every little thing, then it’s just an excuse you give yourself to avoid conflict.”
“You aren’t a slave, are you.” Ulfberth stated.
“No. Just cursed. Fell asleep in a ruin and got this collar.” The lie was coming to her lips easier.
“Belethor knows how to get the magic ones off. Nonmagical stuff you can get removed by a blacksmith with the right tools. Yours all look enchanted. Sorry.” He admitted apologetically. “But you do have a fine ass.”
Elayne wasn’t used to having it be complimented. “That armor will fit me?”
“Easily. Light and can handle being worn with some of your equipment. One fifty, if you promise to buy a weapon too.” He grinned. Not much of a barterer, Ulfberth would honor agreements. But he also seemed to have enough supplies on hand to keep an army. Judging by all of the stormcloak sigils, he certainly had plenty from the earlier battle in Whiterun.
“Fine.” Elayne agreed. “I do like elven armor.” It was sleek, and the lines were very nice. Though it was brighter, wearing metal felt an awful lot better than furs or studded leather like many of the Nords here preferred.
“Boots and gauntlets for another seventy?” A steal, perhaps. Then again, Warmaiden’s looked filled to bursting with items and gear.
“You look like you need to get rid of some stock, and at that price I’ll agree.” She nodded. “Now, let me see your weapons. I need things for Draugr and ghosts.”
“I’ve got plenty for that.” Ulfberth went to one of his many loaded chests, pulling out a set of moonstone gloves and wristguards. They looked to be in good condition, but lacked covering up to the elbows. They looked dainty and rather feminine. The boots that followed made her bite her lip. They were a set of high heeled moonstone shoes, with lace wraps up the calf. “See? Just your style.”
No! Not Elayne’s style! She was only wearing these heeled shoes because she had nothing else! “Oh yes.” Silly tongue! The lies were rolling faster now, but Elayne wanted a weapon. An armor was set next to them, looking more like layers of gossamer moonstone fabric with pauldrons than armor. Though it looked like it ended in a skirt rather than greaves. “Does that armor include pants?”
“Why? Those anklets of yours are most likely enchanted. Giving you armor that interfered with them might just cause you more trouble. This is a very light armor. Shaped more like a dress, I know. But for you, I just figure it’s better to plan for what might go wrong.”
What might go wrong. Well, that didn’t sound unlikely. “What is best against Draugr?”
Ulfberth smiled. “Ah.” He drew out a dwarven sword, glittering red with enchantment. “Here. The Dragonborn used this years ago. Burns anything you hit.”
“How much for all of this?”
“Well? Considering you’re taking them off my hands, let’s settle for four hundred.” It was a steal. It had to be. Elayne licked her lips, smiling.
“Four hundred.” She agreed, feeling happy. Counting out the coins, Ulfberth handed over the gear and Elayne felt pleased as could be. As she took the pile and hefted the sword and armor into her bag, she felt a bit more of a breeze along her buttocks. Looking back, she could see Ulfberth’s axe was in his hands, and he was using the tip of the handle to lift her skirt up. “Ah!” She squealed, twisting away.
“Hah! Definitely not a slave.” The man laughed. “You’re lucky I’m married, girl. Go bother some other haunt. My wife won’t like you running around with that collar on.”
Elayne nodded, taking the back way out. A simple casting of Invisibility and she was back in Breezehome, shivering from all the cold air on her back. And when she came in, there was a sight for sore eyes.
“My thane!” Lydia was here! Elayne gave a holler and ran up to hug her, grinning.
“Lydia! I knew you’d come back!”
“The book doesn’t stay open forever.” Lydia stated. “I think the magic closed the book. I didn’t touch it.”
“Why did it take so long to come get me?” Elayne murmured. “It’s been days!”
“I had to solve a riddle to use it.” Lydia returned. “I am not as brilliant as you, obviously.”
Elayne just had to read it, not solve riddles. “Sorry Lydia. I’m just glad you came back for me.”
The door rattled. Both women turned. “I tell you, I saw that door open and shut! Someone’s been using Breezehome!” A voice on the other side declared loudly. “In the name of Jarl Baalgruf, surrender!”
“Oh, we have to go!” Elayne grabbed everything she had taken out in her days of being here. Even the empty bottle of alto wine. Holding Lydia with one hand, she pressed the rune on the open Captured Dreams and the world flashed brightly. The backless linen dress fluttered for an instant, and she tottered on her heels. But looking around, it was Breezehome. Her Breezehome. The fire was lit, there was food around, and she could see all of her things in their places. “Oh Lydia! Thank you!”
Any hug she intended was cut off by the feeling of the soft linen of her dress dragging across her nipples. Her gasp was audible across town, she could swear. It was like the entire world rippled, and nothing mattered but for that feeling. “My thane?” Lydia asked. “Are you alright?”
Carefully, Elayne drew the blue linen of her backless dress aside. Her tiny little breasts became exposed as the fabric was pulled away, and she whined in aggravation. The use of Captured Dreams always had a price. Hanging from each nipple were piercings. A matching set of soul gems, moonstone and silver rings holding them unbroken to her skin. But it felt like they had just been inserted, the skin almost aflame with feeling and tenderness. “Oh gods.”
“Those are not small.” Lydia murmured, as Elayne felt self conscious. Her skimpy dress was drawn back over herself, but a single scrape from the fabric had her weak in the knees.
“No!” Elayne gasped. “I thought these went in my ears!”
“The price of using the book?”
“Yes.” Just having her dress near her nipples was enough to make her entire body quiver. “Gods!”
Lydia seemed to understand immediately. She went over to Breezehome’s front door and slid the lock home. “Take off your dress, my thane. It might be better to just be topless until you can handle it. I won’t let anyone visit you, and you can stay nice and warm here at home until we figure things out.”
Elayne nodded, dragged the linen fabric down her body. It was like getting changed, she told herself. Except that nothing would replace it. And stupid pretty Lydia with her large breasts would never understand the stigma that small ones carried. It was easy to look down and see her smalls and heeled shoes. The only things she was wearing now. With the warm fire it was enough to stay warm, and the light glittered over each of the three soul gems that hung from her. All of them looked like whole and complete lesser soul gems, unfilled by souls. Her nipples looked permanently puffy, the gems as large as her small breasts and dominating the view. Just moving around made the gems swing, the light stones brushing against her bare skin.
“I had to get help from Mikael to solve the riddle.” Lydia expressed sourly. “My apologies for taking so long to come back for you. He wanted more than a few friendly drinks.”
“I managed to get the full price for that item.” Elayne responded. “And I bought some armor and weapons.”
“But you just spent hundreds of gold on that fitted elven armor!”
“I had to if I wanted to get the rest of the trade! And Ulfberth gave me something that would work with things if I kept using the book.”
Lydia nodded. “It looks like we both paid a price, my thane.” She drew back her armor, revealing her neck. Elayne could just barely make out a slim band of moonstone from her angle, but knew that meant Lydia was wearing a collar. A collar that marked her. “And we can’t go back while in Breezehome now. It will be too dangerous.”
“Well.” Elayne took her back and began unloading it. Though she felt a bit more self conscious in just a set of heeled shoes and smalls doing so. She had almost a thousand gold now. There were a few gems, and now she had a few choices for armor. Her full set of elven armor and now a lighter set of elven armor, along with a Forsworn armor that fit her. “We could try asking some other powerful magic users. Though I did learn one thing.” She brought out all of the heeled shoes she had gotten so far. One crude iron pair, from Belethor. Her full elven armored boots had been turned into some kind of spindly heeled boots with moonstone going up to the knee. And the light armored pair just looked like bands of moonstone wrapped up the calf. The shortest set of heels were from her full armor, but Elayne had been strutting around for days in something taller. “Moonstone gear like this.” She motioned to the anklets on her bare legs. “It’s an altmer creation. The thalmor might know how to remove them.”
“But the thalmor are not charitable.” Lydia pointed out. “What about Alduin? What did you find out?”
“That there are three Elder Scrolls here in Skyrim. One is down in Blackreach. A second one is near some undead and someone named Serana. The third I have no idea.” Elayne was writing this down as she spoke, soul gems swaying as her quill moved. “I have all the tools to reach Blackreach, but it is filled with Falmer. Hundreds and maybe thousands of them.”
“More than the two of us can handle.” Lydia pointed out.
“Agreed.” Even the other world’s Dragonborn had trouble with the place. And she was half the hero he was. “We might need to fund an expedition. It involves going through an already rich dwemer ruin and down deeper into the ground than the sun can reach. So, know anyone that might be eager to go into a place that terrible?”
“Calcelmo.” Lydia snapped her fingers. “We spoke to him once, he’s the altmer mage in Markarth!”
“Markarth.” She noted that idea down. “I’ll write a letter to him. Anyone else?”
“With a war on, not a lot of fighting men bored and free to act. If you wanted to try a bandit clan, I’m sure they might actually listen if you decide to give them all of the gold they find.”
“Dwemer coins hold great value, when they used gold.” Elayne smiled. “Plus, I just want the Elder Scroll. Whoever we hire can have the rest.” She was a hero. She didn’t need a lot for that.
“What are these?” Lydia smirked, holding up two large moonstone bands. They were large, and looked too big to be for someone’s arms.
“My next price.” Elayne murmured, taking one of the thin bands of metal. It was large, an unbroken circle of beautiful silver moonstone. Holding it against her leg, she could see that it was meant for her thighs. “I won’t be able to wear my full elven armor greaves over these.”
“So we need to be careful. Only use it if we absolutely have to.”
“Right.” Elayne said, nipples feeling like pebbles with weights attached to them. “I’ll need paper and more ink. I’ll write to the Jarls I know of and state my intention to go into Blackreach for Dwemer secrets in two fortnights.” Lydia nodded, heading out the door and towards Belethor’s. Leaving Elayne alone and almost nude in her own home.
It was hard to focus, her train of thought disturbed by the slightest motion of the soul gems attached to her. The gems barely weighed anything, but they bounced mercilessly if she moved. Biting her lip, she stood up. The gems rolled, flaring outward before sliding back into place hanging beneath her nipples. She expected pain, but instead felt a gently tugging that made her cheeks grow flush. “Why does that feel good?” She asked herself, annoyed. Her breasts were annoying to her. Barely large enough to deserve the name, these soul gems were as big as her miniscule pimples. But today they could not leave her mind.
Shaking her head, she grabbed some food and sat down, chewing on her lower lip as the piercings swung back and forth. Gods, she could barely focus as her nipples were pulled first one way and then the other. Every nerve in her body was ignoring any signal other than those swaying gems. Admittedly, it took a long time for her to finish dinner. As well as write the letters.
Elayne spent an entire week cooped up in Breezehome, topless and occupying her day with letter writing and good food. She got used to the fact that Lydia was around, able to see almost all of her. Finally, after seven days her nipples had gotten desensitized enough that she could at least wrap her chest in a breastband. From there, the expedition she was considering was becoming a reality. With her dragon priest mask, no one questioned that she was the dragonborn. Collar neatly hidden behind armor or outfits, she prepared for a large expedition.
Calcelmo of Markarth sent his nephew Aicantar, with a few enterprising souls as guards. They brought wagons and small handcarts along with tools necessary to move some of the more delicate objects. All the while, she found she could walk easier and easier in the heeled shoes. Elayne just got used to them, finding the higher arch in her foot to be normal after days of clipping around her house in them.
A mercenary company led by a Reguard named Isran had also committed to going on her expedition, giving Elayne almost fifteen men and women that had agreed to come on this quest. Fifteen! And at the start of Frostfall, they were all going down to Blackreach. She would get her Elder scroll, and everyone else would get paid handsomely.
At least, that was the plan. A single glance down at her body was enough to remind her that not all plans are executed perfectly. But that was what people expected of a hero. They needed someone to save them, and Elayne would do it. She could not fail.
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