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The Tenth Hold	By : Singalmo Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 23706 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seved was almost to the turnoff where he would need to go away from Solitude and down toward the keep and still grinning about the previous night. And that morning. Lysa was the Breton girl’s name and she had been just what he needed. He was sure that somewhere Dibella was grinning with pride considering what they had done, and how Lysa had still been happily cuddled up to his chest when he woke that morning. He shifted slightly in his saddle and adjusted himself, recalling the refreshing, if quick round they’d had when she woke. He adjusted himself again. Erections and heavy armor were not exactly friends.

If he’d been of a mind, he’d have swept her up onto his horse and taken her to the Temple of Mara in Riften right then. But there were other women to conquer, and this one was definitely his. Of course, his next time in Dragon Bridge he would solidify that, just to be on the safe side. He looked ahead to see the turnoff and started to ease his horse in that direction, knowing that once he reached the coast there would be no laws to stop him from doing anything. There would only be vengeance.

He pulled his horse to a stop as a thought slammed into his brain like a giant’s club screaming into an offending skeever. He recalled the alchemical ingredients in his pack that he had gathered at several points along the road, and that he now carried with him out of habit. A voice in the back of his mind seemed to whisper a recipe to him. Canis root and imp stool, a few bees, and some bone meal. Butterfly wings, a touch of deathbell, and some frost mirriam for good measure. Yes, yes, this would be perfect! Seved turned the horse back to the main road and spurred on toward Solitude and the alchemy lab there. It wouldn’t take long, he had plenty of each of those things, and surely the shop would have more. He had to force his composure as he reached the small shop to keep from grinning like a madman. He worked quietly, like he always did when mixing, though he knew the owner was curious and watching what he was doing. He kept his answers short, precise, he needed this to work. Silverside perch was the last thing he needed, just for extra insurance. He had nearly three dozen doses of the poison when he was finished. He hoped it would work and promised to tell the owner of the shop if it did or not. Still, that soft, feminine whisper was in his ear, from somewhere in the shadows, reassuring him it would suit his needs perfectly. His work done, he calmed down and returned to where he’d left his horse and pushed hard for the keep. He was excited, he was inspired, and he was certain he had probably lost his mind, considering how clear the voice in his head was now.

“My brother suggested it and he’s rather fond of you. As fond as I am. I am intrigued by his idea, so I want to see this work. Use it well, my chosen, and you shall be well rewarded.” The voice was familiar, like he’d heard it his whole life, yet he couldn’t quite place it. It didn’t matter. He was encouraged now. By the time he pulled his horse to a stop near the rocks where Avulstein and his comrades were hiding, he was grinning so hard his face hurt. Avulstein Gray-Mane was ready to charge into the keep and kill everything, but Seved shook his head, still grinning. The other two looked at each other, sure the red-headed man that had arrived was insane.

“Listen, Avulstein, I have an idea. This is going to sound insane, and it might be, but it’s worth a shot.” Seved was still grinning as he held up one of the vials of poison he’d just made. “This won’t kill the Thalmor agents inside, but it will knock them out. One hit and that should be it, they’re down and out of the way.”

“Seved, if we don’t kill them, they’ll hunt us down.” Avulstein was right, and Seved knew it.

“Oh, they won’t come after us. Just trust me. I’ll tell you the rest of the plan once we’ve made sure your brother is safe. I promise.”

“You’re grinning like a madman.” Avulstein frowned. “What’s your plan, boy.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you a litlte more.” He was still grinning, motioning the men closer to him, passing out some of the vials along with the leather strips he’d been saving for some smithing work he had planned. They were soft and supple, good for wrapping weapon hilts and hafts, not so much for armor straps. The men started to look confused. “Listen, we’ll need to be quick about this.” He motioned to the other two men. “Avulstein and I will lead the charge, alright? As you see each elf go down, wait until the fighting stops so you’re not in the line of fire. Sweep in behind us and bind the Thalmor, wrists and ankles, and make sure your knots are good. And keep cound of how many there are, got it?” The two men nodded. The directions were simple enough, and would likely ensure that all of them survived. Avulstein saw the wisdom in the plan so far and nodded, coating his weapon with the poison. Seved coated his swords and nodded. It was time to strike.

The hardest fight was outside the keep, where the Thalmor were effectively in force. Seved shouted directions to the others, keeping them out of the most dangerous spots until the last one was down and all of them were bound. They dragged the Thalmor into a shelter that would at least keep the wind off of them while they worked their way through the interior of the keep. Inside they moved more slowly, picking their fights more carefully. The poison was working beautifully. One hit, two at most, and the elves were on the floor, unable to move. They took down all of the Thalmor inside, even the wing where the other prisoners were kept, the last one being the interrogator who was ready to start torturing Thorald as they found him. Eighteen Seved had counted, and the others confirmed. Ideas were swimming through Seved’s mind as Avulstein helped his brother out of his shackles and up onto his feet. Seved took a long moment then to collect his thoughts.

Eighteen Altmer. Eighteen Thalmor agents. Eighteen people who could pay for the atrocities against the Empire, against Skyrim. But how, exactly? Execution was too quick, too simple, left nothing to savor. And besides, for every Thalmor cut down, Seved was almost sure two more would pop up in their place. No, this needed to be lasting retribution. Something different. Twelve were women, the other six were men. Seved sharply remembered the Thalmor women who spat on him in the docks and then waited for him in dark alleys with their skirts lifted and hefty sacks of coin ready for him. He remembered how tight and slick they were. He remembered the one Thalmor boy who had insisted on staying in that alley. How the boy had happily guzzled Seved’s come, having insisted on servicing the Nord before begging to be fucked. He remembered how sweetly the boy had moaned his name when Seved had him pinned to the wall, helpless, impaled on his member. The other four men were now staring at Seved and his crazed grin as though he were turning into a Daedra before them. He shook himself. He knew exactly what to do. Two voices now whispered to him, one in each ear. This was a good plan. See it done.

“Seved? Are... you alright?” Geriald broke the silence.

“Why, I’ve never been more alright in all my days. Especially since the Imperials tried to cut off my head and gave me a rather lovely view of the World Eater. No, I am very much alright, kinsman. You can be assured of that.”

“Then why haven’t we killed these Thalmor cunts?” Avulstein growled at him. Seved saw his opening and he picked up the interrogator’s body, which had not yet been bound. He cleared off the nearby table and laid the woman down on it, and began to strip her of her robes.

“I like your choice of words, Avulstein. It is precisely why we haven’t killed them yet.” He set the enchanted robes aside, followed by her gloves and boots, then secured the woman to the table, spread eagle, in her undergarments. “It’s one thing to kill a Thalmor. Surely, this wounds the Dominion, but it’s superficial. A slap on the wrist. A glancing blow at best. Kill them and they come back. With greater numbers.”

“What are you getting at?” Avulstein was not sure he liked where this was going.

“Don’t kill them. Steal them instead.” Seved smiled. “Break and repurpose them. Anything to decrease their numbers, without decreasing their numbers. Take them away from the Thalmor and make them ours.” He grinned widely as he pulled a dagger from his belt and began to cut away the woman’s undergarments, knowing the other effect of the poison would also keep her vividly aware of everything that was happening to her.

“Kinsman...” Thorald shuddered, following Seved’s line of thought perfectly. “You are speaking atrocities...”

“And what would you call outlawing the worship of Talos? Kidnapping and torturing honest citizens who choose to defy that order?” He continued his work, the woman now topless on the table, he grabbed her breasts and teased them until her nipples were nicely hard. “What kinds of terrible things have they done to the prisoners here? What are they doing to our people that they ‘lawfully’ kidnap? I’d be willing to bet that there’s some rich Thalmor merchant in the Summerset isles with a harem of young Nord girls that were taken from Skyrim that he keeps naked and bound to please his guests.” He turned the knife to the wool leggings the woman wore to protect her legs from the cold and cut them away from her. “General Tullius... Ulfric Stormcloak... Fools, both of them! Jealous dogs fighting over a bone. Do you know what happens to big dogs who fight over bones? The little dog sweeps in and steals it when they’re not looking.” He ripped the seams of the woman’s fine silk panties and tossed the garment aside.

“Seved...” Avulstein stepped forward to stop him but Seved shook his head.

“I spent years as a sailor, being spat on at the docks of the Summerset Isles, and the same women who spat on me would pay me with weighty bags of gold to impale their quivering little cunts on my cock. Hypocrites and whores, every last one.” He grinned wickedly as he spoke, his fingers finding the woman’s clit and stimulating her until she was dripping onto the table. The four of them could not help staring at the helpless woman on the table.

“Seved...” Avulstein pleaded with his voice, wanting Seved to stop. They were almost with him, he knew it.

“Look at her now. Naked, exposed, beautiful golden skin ready for your touch, your kisses, to be coated in your seed. Two lovely breasts, a nice round ass, a dripping cunt, just begging to be taken.” He spread her netherlips open and stroked her exposed slit, smirking. “Thorald, how badly would you like to repay every last ounce of pain she gave you, right now? Here she is, dripping and ready... A tight little cunt ready for a real man to fuck it senseless.” The four men were staring now. The idea was hard to resist, yet terrifying. What had possessed the man before them? Was it taking hold of them, too?

“Kinsman!” Avulstein pleaded once more.

“And how much would a Stormcloak soldier pay to put a pretty little Thalmor bitch on her knees in front of him and shove his cock down her throat and make her ‘worship Talos’ while his friend hefted her up and shoved his own cock in her ass, leaving her pretty little golden cunny hot and dripping and begging for a release that won’t come? How much would General Tullius himself pay to shove his ‘sword’ into a tight little Thalmor virgin’s cunt, to take her and make her his personal little toy?” He grinned widely. “We have twelve women and six men, ready for taking, breaking, and selling. We train them, dominate them, put them in their place...” He wiped his fingers on what remained of one of her undergarments. “And we open for business.”

“The Thalmor will come after us.” Avulstein shook his head. “They’ll kill us if we stay here...”

“Not if we’re ready for them, kinsman. They’ll send scouting parties to check on the keep. We can pick them off. Break them and add them to the kennels. The more they send after us, the more merchandise we have.” The tension in the air was thick. Ready to snap one way or another.

“I want that bitch first.” Thorald pointed to the woman on the table. “I watched one of the men pleasure her in front of me and tell me that I would not know the pleasure of her body.” He nodded slowly. “I want that bitch first.”

“I figured you would.” Seved grinned and clapped his hand on Thorald’s shoulder. He somehow knew this man would be the first to break. A third voice now whispered in the back of Seved’s mind that it would be pleased with the golden sacrifice. Break them. Humiliate them. Demean them. Subjugate them. Dominate them! Seved turned to the others, seeing the hunger start to grow in them. “And what of you, friends? Are you in?” He held his hand out, palm up. Thorald slapped his hand down first. The other three stared at each other, then the woman, then at Seved. The new voice seemed to ring through the chamber, commanding that the strong submit to a stronger leader. Geriald was next. He was followed hesitantly by Valdrid. Once more that voice rang through the chamber, demanding submission, yet Seved was the only one who heard it and recognized it for what it was. Avulstein looked at the others, then at the woman. He considered for a long moment and Seved watched the rage build in the man as he thought of what had been done to his brother. At last Avulstein turned and put his hand in. Seved put his other hand on top, holding all of them. The voice was pleased, praising the action.

“Here, gentlemen, I’ll be your Jarl. I’ll bear the burden so the rest of you don’t have to. You will be my thanes, my trusted advisors. Let this place be our hold. Let our word here be law. True sons of Skyrim, Bane of the Thalmor. Let the name of this place strike fear into our enemies and awe into our allies. Here, my friends, my kinsmen... Here, we are kings.”

Seved heard the delighted laughter of the three voices, the third being the loudest. A violent surge of strength and power coursed through the five men with speed, binding them to each other and rooting them to the floor for a precious few seconds. It was followed by a divine and soothing calm. All five of them heard the coy, amused giggle of a woman in the distance. Whatever pact they had just made had definitely gotten the attention and pleasure of several things greater than they were. There was no backing down now.

Silently, Seved looked to the other four and nodded, smiling. There was work to be done.
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