I was still reeling from the revelation that the Dragonborn was immune to my magic but had stuck with me anyways, to be honest. Though her tale certainly explained things a little bit. Still, if not for my Thalmor training, I wouldn’t have really known what to do. I would probably have frozen up and fucked the whole situation up in the process.
Instead, even as I’m internally freaking out, I’m also kissing Svanna… and to my great internal relief, the little red-haired Nord is receptive to it. We kiss for maybe a few seconds before remembering where we are and pulling apart. At which point, it’s a simple matter of paying for a room and heading upstairs. As soon as the door is closed behind us however, Svanna is upon me again, leaping into my arms.
I catch her, of course, and hold her up as she wraps her limbs around me like a spider monkey, planting her lips against mine and kissing me deeply. Our tongues swap spit, and once again I am leaning heavily on my experiences in this world to kiss her. Luckily, being an undercover Thalmor Agent and an Expert of Illusion Magic gave me quite a lot of experience with this kind of thing.
Walking us both over to the bed, I lay Svanna out upon it and waste no time in unequipping everything. Svanna’s eyes widen as she takes in my naked, golden body, and after a moment she hurriedly begins stripping down as well, the slow way of course, wiggling around on the bed like an earthworm as she gets naked as fast as humanly possible.
While she’s doing so, I take a second to assess the situation. So, the Dragonborn I’d wanted to enslave and corrupt into my fuck toy was actually immune to my Charm Magic. That… surprisingly enough, wasn’t the end of the world. Svanna’s story had… well, it’d tugged at my human side’s heartstrings, certainly. Not quite so much at my Thalmor side.
The Thalmor half of me was unsurprised to hear the Races of Men were so hellbent on tearing each other apart. That a band of thieves would see Svanna, an untapped resource of incredible potential, and decide to throw her away like so much trash rather than inducting her into their ranks… it just made sense.
Which… fair enough. The human in me had a bit more context though. The Thieves’ Guild here in Skyrim was currently being run by Mercer Frey, and likely had still been run by Mercer Frey back when Svanna was exiled from the Province. And because Mercer Frey had broken covenant with Nocturnal of all people, stolen the Skeleton Key, robbed the Thieves’ Guild Blind, and murdered his predecessor Gallus.
Worst of all, he’d pinned the blame on a smoking hot Dunmer named Karliah and sent her running! Really now, it just wasn’t right.
But the point was, The Thieves’ Guild under the control of Mercer Frey was a group on its last legs. They were dying, piece by piece, and had been dying for years and years. It didn’t surprise me that, a bunch of cornered rats that they were, they’d lashed out at Svanna, rather than trying to make a recruit of her.
Their loss was my gain, I supposed. As Svanna finishes getting naked and just lays there, blushing up a storm but spreading her legs for me, I give her a reassuring grin and stride forward, climbing onto the bed and on top of her. My cock slides between her thighs with ease, pressing against her slit. She’s wet, I note… but not too wet just yet.
Before I can do anything else, she places a hand on my cheek.
“T-Try it again. The magic.”
I blink at that, brow furrowing in confusion.
“You… want me to Charm you? It didn’t work though…”
“M-Maybe it will, if I want it too? The Imperial woman… she looked so happy. I want to feel that way. I want it.”
I’m taken aback, both halves of me. Not even Thalmor me had ever encountered a woman who asked to be put under the effects of Charm Magic. To be fair, he didn’t often take the opportunity to ask for permission first or offer it as an option. Still… it couldn’t hurt, right? Raising my hand, I let it glow as I cast Charm on her. Immediately, my Illusion Skill goes from Seventy Five to One Hundred, and I get another level.
But for once, I’m not paying attention to that. Instead, I’m watching Svanna as she shudders beneath me, her eyes fluttering for a moment and her tongue tracing out to lick her lips. She moans, and I raise an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for the verdict. When she finally opens her eyes, she’s definitely more flushed than before… and wetter too, from what I can feel of my cockhead against her slit.
“M-More…”
… This was really happening, wasn’t it? The Dragonborn was a submissive slut who WANTED to be mind controlled. Either that, or she thought she needed to do this to keep her spot by my side. Which… also fair enough. The Thalmor in me definitely didn’t like the thought of having someone not under his control at his back. Especially if she truly was the Dragonborn. Which she was, even if half of me was still struggling to accept that fact.
I take a moment to Prestige Illusion Magic, before casting it again. I am a filthy cheater after all. Going from Fifteen to One Hundred skill, I watch as she shudders again… before suddenly lunging up and wrapping her arms around my neck, doing her level best to stick her tongue down my throat. She’s suddenly much more sexually aggressive than before, much more… enamored with me.
She was wet, now she’s sopping. She was interested, now she’s downright excited. Her legs were splayed, now they wrap around my waist and pull me into her. In a way, Svanna takes her own virginity by yanking me flush against her, my cock spearing into her core as she lets out a muffled cry against her lips.
Well, if nothing else, my Charm Magic seemed to work on her when she wanted it to. A weird state of affairs to be sure, but hey, who was I to judge? My own kinks and fetishes were just as fucking weird, and even lined up well with hers.
And so, I fuck her hard, making the bed rock beneath us as she cries out and moans in equal measure into my mouth. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze around my pistoning prick, and I don’t let up, not even for a second. The Thalmor in me knows what a woman like Svanna craves, and so I give it to her until she can take no more.
It is entirely my intention to exhaust her. To fuck her until she passes out, so I can have some time to think and consider the ramifications of all she’s told me, as well as start planning the path ahead. That is my intention… but of course, my intentions have already been waylaid several times since I found myself in Skyrim.
Svanna fucks back against me as I plow into her, clearly reaching multiple orgasms both as a result of my skills and my magic. The Charm Magic, in this case, merely enhances the encounter, something that not even my Thalmor half had ever considered before, but that was clearly having a great effect on Svanna now. And yet, even as she cums again and again for me, it only seems to make her more ravenous and possessive.
When I cum, we switch up positions. Her on her hands and knees, me taking her from behind. But even that’s not enough for her, though we do have to muffle her voice since there are people right downstairs. After that, she rides me. I’m not getting tired, but strangely enough, neither is she.
Finally, we find ourselves laying in bed next to one another, staring into each other’s eyes. Not because either of us are drained or tuckered out, but simply because… well, it seemed like time to stop. Still, cuddling was fine to, I supposed. As she stares at me, I stare back, not quite sure what to say.
“… What now?”
Its obvious she doesn’t mean just in the immediate. She’s talking about what we’re going to do next, now that… well, now that this is a long term thing. We didn’t discuss that, but it’s clear she’s decided that she’s sticking close to me. Meanwhile, I never had any intention of letting the Dragonborn out of my sight. Not before I’d made her mine, totally and utterly, at the very least.
And yet, here we were now, and I was honestly still trying to process everything that had happened in the past several hours. What now, indeed?
The first thing that comes to mind makes me frown.
“… We should probably tell the Jarl about Helgen. We said we would.”
And then I frown harder, because I suddenly remember what occurs when you do that.
“… That said, I would rather hold off for a little bit on that. Give it a few days.”
Svanna blinks, seeming uncertain but also not gainsaying me. Amusingly enough, the Dragonborn who was supposed to save all of Skyrim from the World-Eater… probably wouldn’t have even come to Whiterun and told the Jarl about the Dragon Attack in Helgen if it wasn’t for me. And yet, at the same time, I’d seen clear evidence that the world was waiting for her. That Skyrim was narratively bound to her existence.
I would be a fool not to test that theory though, and the easiest way to do so was to spend a week in Whiterun and NOT immediately go inform the Jarl. If we heard about another Dragon Attack out by the Western Watchtower, well then, I would know I was wrong. But if we didn’t, and then we went and spoke to the Jarl in a week, well, that changed things, didn’t it?
Still, at the same time, Svanna had told me so much. Maybe it was time I did the same for her. Leaning in close, dropping my voice to a whisper, I take one of the lithe Nord’s hands in my own, lacing our fingers together.
“Svanna… I believe you are the Dragonborn.”
I don’t know what I’m expecting. Widened eyes. Open-mouthed shock? Instead… I get a furrowed brow.
“The what?”
Right, of course. I quickly launch into an explanation of what exactly a Dragonborn is, explaining in quiet tones as we lay there in the bed cuddled up against one another. Svanna’s expression only becomes more and more incredulous, before I tap the middle of her chest with my hand.
“If I’m right, you have what’s called a Dragon Soul. Your body is mortal, but your soul is that of a Dragon.”
“That… that sounds silly.”
Heh, straight from the mouth of babes. Smirking slightly, I shrug my shoulders. Technically, I don’t even believe what I’m saying, not fully. Or rather, the part of me that’s an undercover Thalmor Agent is still in denial on some of the things I remember from my life as a human in another world. But no, deep down inside, I know it to be true. I don’t need more evidence, more confirmation. I know what’s right in front of me.
“As silly as a girl who hoards shinies to herself? Even as a child, you acted like a dragon. Greedy. Gluttonous. Possessive.”
I lean forward and plant a kiss on the tip of her nose with every single thing I say, a technique to lessen the impact of my harsh words. It works, as she wrinkles her nose back cutely and frowns, seeming to actually be considering what I’m saying.
“You are the Dragonborn. Specifically, you are the Last Dragonborn. We’re living in your story right now, and if I’m right about the other thing, then Skyrim and all the people in it… currently revolve around you. Narratively speaking, you are the most important being in this Province, and perhaps in the entire world.”
Once again, incredulity fills Svanna’s eyes… but along with that incredulous look she’s giving me, is avarice. She wants it to be true. She wants me to be right. All her life, she’s felt insignificant, weak, and helpless. All her life, she’s just been an Orphan from Riften, or so it seemed. In truth, all her life she’d been the Last Dragonborn, she just hadn’t awakened yet. And now, the opportunity to do so was dangling right in front of her face.
“If I’m right, then there will be another Dragon Attack after we take a Dragon Tablet to Jarl Balgruuf. We’ll be asked to help fight it off, but we won’t just fight it off. We’ll kill it. And you, my dear, will absorb its soul and begin your journey to achieving your ultimate destiny. But if I’m right, we also have time… all the time in the world, because this world is now running on your clock, Svanna. Its running on your time.”
All the scripted events so far, the way they’d happened just as Svanna was reaching them, to allow her to interact with certain people about certain things… we’d completely ignored the Golden Claw quest to get here to Whiterun earlier, but if we followed the main questline, we would soon be tasked with going there anyways to get the Tablet.
Still, I needed time before we did any of that… if we even did any of that. If I was right, and this world was somehow narratively warping to fit Svanna’s schedule, then we could theoretically ignore the main storyline for as long as we wanted. We could go around exploring all that Skyrim had to offer, getting as strong as possible, and just… put off the dragons and the end of the world at Alduin’s hands for a while.
That seemed patently ridiculous, but maybe it wasn’t? And I wanted to test it. A week shouldn’t be too bad, if I was wrong. And the moment we heard of a new dragon attack, well then, we would know that we needed to get a move on and get our butts in gear.
“… Okay.”
Svanna’s quiet acceptance brings a smile to my face, and I can’t help but reach out to caress her, running my hand along her naked shoulder and then down to her breast. She moans softly as I do so, thrusting her chest into my exploratory fingers.
“Well then, my dear… we’re staying in Whiterun for the next week, I suppose. And what, precisely, are we going to do with ourselves in the meantime?”
I knew what I was going to be doing. I had no intentions of leaving this city without having power leveled to something fundamentally ridiculous, like level one thousand. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Svanna’s revelation, I would have already spent the rest of today leveling up. As it was, I’d gotten… sidetracked. Still, there was no way I was going anywhere without hundreds of level ups and plenty of health to pad me out and protect me from the dangers of this world.
But what did Svanna want to do in the meantime? I suppose I could try to train her up a bit as well, even if she didn’t seem to run on game mechanics like I did, unfortunately.
“… I want to put that Companion bitch in her place.”
I blink at the sudden vehemence coming from Svanna and furrow my brow in confusion for a moment.
“… You mean Aela? Aela the Huntress?”
Face scrunching up cutely in anger, Svanna nods.
“I don’t like how she treated you. Like you were less than her. You aren’t. You’re better than her. Better than all of them.”
Suddenly, Svanna leans in close, her lips inches away from my own.
“… We could lure her away and you could use your magic on her. Let’s make her our bitch. I want to see her beg you for your forgiveness on her hands and knees.”
My mouth opens… and then closes for a moment, as I know not what to say. Eventually, I settle on the obvious, at least to me.
“That sounds wonderful, my dear, truly… but there is the small matter of her Lycanthropy to be considered.”
At Svanna’s furrowed brow, I clarify.
“She’s a werewolf, darling.”
Svanna’s eyes widen, and after a moment, she slumps back.
“Oh.”
Chuckling, I lean in and kiss her on her forehead.
“That doesn’t make it impossible though. Give me some time and I’ll see what I can do. Aela will be a tough nut to crack, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other women here in Whiterun who might be… fun to play with. Is that what you want?”
After a moment of hesitation, as if she thinks my questioning tone might be a trap, Svanna finally nods.
“Yes… watching you with that Imperial in Riverwood… it was so fucking hot. I want to do it again. I want to help you.”
I nod… but then ask what’s on my mind, since we’re being so honest with each other.
“And what about the Thieves’ Guild in Riften? You came back to Skyrim for a reason, did you not? You seem awfully ready to sit and wait rather than going to take your revenge.”
Svanna’s averts her gaze for a moment, considering my words. Its only after watching her for a beat that I realize she’s not averting her gaze so much as she’s looking at my naked, chiseled, golden-skinned body. Reaching out to me in the same way I kept reaching out to her, Svanna runs a hand over my naked flesh and licks her lips.
“… Maybe I’ve found something more valuable than my ruby. I do want to go to Riften at some point and deal with them though. You’ll help me, right?”
She looks at me expectantly, and if this were an RPG where I was the main character, I’m sure my answer here would make or break everything. Certainly, I could tell that Svanna was waiting for my answer with bated breath. Honestly though? It’s such an easy thing to promise her. Just thinking about the surprising number of beautiful women in tight leathers that lie down that route has me smiling wickedly as I caress Svanna’s cheek.
“But of course. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
She leans into my touch, and we nuzzle and cuddle for a long moment before finally, I begin to pull back.
“Now… you should get some sleep. I, on the other hand, have some late night business to take care of.”
“But I’m not tired. I could… help you?”
Blinking, I regard Svanna for a long moment, gauging if she’s telling the truth or not. And… to my surprise, I find that she is. She’s really not tired. Which… that’s just bullshit. I know that the Dragonborn in the game didn’t exactly need to sleep, they just got some benefits from going through the motions. And I supposed Dragons didn’t sleep either, did they? They got enough sleep when they were dead.
But still… as the young red-haired Nord stares up at me with wide, beseeching eyes, I can’t help but be a little bemused. In the end though, it’s fine. She’s right, after all. She can help me.
“Very well, my dear. Let’s go together then. You and me… we’re going to play some hide and seek.”
I laugh at the confused look on her face, even as I re-equip my gear and drop into the quintessential Skyrim Stealth Crouch. When I leave her line of sight, my Stealth immediately leaps to One Hundred, and I quickly level up and prestige the skill. Of course, I’m not just going to have Svanna sit in the bed swiveling her head back and forth for the next several hours… that would be boring for both of us.
Instead, after we both get dressed, we head out into the night… and begin skulking about. To Svanna’s utter amazement, we do indeed play hide and seek until well into the next day.
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I was still reeling from the revelation that the Dragonborn was immune to my magic but had stuck with me anyways, to be honest. Though her tale certainly explained things a little bit. Still, if not for my Thalmor training, I wouldn’t have really known what to do. I would probably have frozen up and fucked the whole situation up in the process.
Instead, even as I’m internally freaking out, I’m also kissing Svanna… and to my great internal relief, the little red-haired Nord is receptive to it. We kiss for maybe a few seconds before remembering where we are and pulling apart. At which point, it’s a simple matter of paying for a room and heading upstairs. As soon as the door is closed behind us however, Svanna is upon me again, leaping into my arms.
I catch her, of course, and hold her up as she wraps her limbs around me like a spider monkey, planting her lips against mine and kissing me deeply. Our tongues swap spit, and once again I am leaning heavily on my experiences in this world to kiss her. Luckily, being an undercover Thalmor Agent and an Expert of Illusion Magic gave me quite a lot of experience with this kind of thing.
Walking us both over to the bed, I lay Svanna out upon it and waste no time in unequipping everything. Svanna’s eyes widen as she takes in my naked, golden body, and after a moment she hurriedly begins stripping down as well, the slow way of course, wiggling around on the bed like an earthworm as she gets naked as fast as humanly possible.
While she’s doing so, I take a second to assess the situation. So, the Dragonborn I’d wanted to enslave and corrupt into my fuck toy was actually immune to my Charm Magic. That… surprisingly enough, wasn’t the end of the world. Svanna’s story had… well, it’d tugged at my human side’s heartstrings, certainly. Not quite so much at my Thalmor side.
The Thalmor half of me was unsurprised to hear the Races of Men were so hellbent on tearing each other apart. That a band of thieves would see Svanna, an untapped resource of incredible potential, and decide to throw her away like so much trash rather than inducting her into their ranks… it just made sense.
Which… fair enough. The human in me had a bit more context though. The Thieves’ Guild here in Skyrim was currently being run by Mercer Frey, and likely had still been run by Mercer Frey back when Svanna was exiled from the Province. And because Mercer Frey had broken covenant with Nocturnal of all people, stolen the Skeleton Key, robbed the Thieves’ Guild Blind, and murdered his predecessor Gallus.
Worst of all, he’d pinned the blame on a smoking hot Dunmer named Karliah and sent her running! Really now, it just wasn’t right.
But the point was, The Thieves’ Guild under the control of Mercer Frey was a group on its last legs. They were dying, piece by piece, and had been dying for years and years. It didn’t surprise me that, a bunch of cornered rats that they were, they’d lashed out at Svanna, rather than trying to make a recruit of her.
Their loss was my gain, I supposed. As Svanna finishes getting naked and just lays there, blushing up a storm but spreading her legs for me, I give her a reassuring grin and stride forward, climbing onto the bed and on top of her. My cock slides between her thighs with ease, pressing against her slit. She’s wet, I note… but not too wet just yet.
Before I can do anything else, she places a hand on my cheek.
“T-Try it again. The magic.”
I blink at that, brow furrowing in confusion.
“You… want me to Charm you? It didn’t work though…”
“M-Maybe it will, if I want it too? The Imperial woman… she looked so happy. I want to feel that way. I want it.”
I’m taken aback, both halves of me. Not even Thalmor me had ever encountered a woman who asked to be put under the effects of Charm Magic. To be fair, he didn’t often take the opportunity to ask for permission first or offer it as an option. Still… it couldn’t hurt, right? Raising my hand, I let it glow as I cast Charm on her. Immediately, my Illusion Skill goes from Seventy Five to One Hundred, and I get another level.
But for once, I’m not paying attention to that. Instead, I’m watching Svanna as she shudders beneath me, her eyes fluttering for a moment and her tongue tracing out to lick her lips. She moans, and I raise an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for the verdict. When she finally opens her eyes, she’s definitely more flushed than before… and wetter too, from what I can feel of my cockhead against her slit.
“M-More…”
… This was really happening, wasn’t it? The Dragonborn was a submissive slut who WANTED to be mind controlled. Either that, or she thought she needed to do this to keep her spot by my side. Which… also fair enough. The Thalmor in me definitely didn’t like the thought of having someone not under his control at his back. Especially if she truly was the Dragonborn. Which she was, even if half of me was still struggling to accept that fact.
I take a moment to Prestige Illusion Magic, before casting it again. I am a filthy cheater after all. Going from Fifteen to One Hundred skill, I watch as she shudders again… before suddenly lunging up and wrapping her arms around my neck, doing her level best to stick her tongue down my throat. She’s suddenly much more sexually aggressive than before, much more… enamored with me.
She was wet, now she’s sopping. She was interested, now she’s downright excited. Her legs were splayed, now they wrap around my waist and pull me into her. In a way, Svanna takes her own virginity by yanking me flush against her, my cock spearing into her core as she lets out a muffled cry against her lips.
Well, if nothing else, my Charm Magic seemed to work on her when she wanted it to. A weird state of affairs to be sure, but hey, who was I to judge? My own kinks and fetishes were just as fucking weird, and even lined up well with hers.
And so, I fuck her hard, making the bed rock beneath us as she cries out and moans in equal measure into my mouth. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze around my pistoning prick, and I don’t let up, not even for a second. The Thalmor in me knows what a woman like Svanna craves, and so I give it to her until she can take no more.
It is entirely my intention to exhaust her. To fuck her until she passes out, so I can have some time to think and consider the ramifications of all she’s told me, as well as start planning the path ahead. That is my intention… but of course, my intentions have already been waylaid several times since I found myself in Skyrim.
Svanna fucks back against me as I plow into her, clearly reaching multiple orgasms both as a result of my skills and my magic. The Charm Magic, in this case, merely enhances the encounter, something that not even my Thalmor half had ever considered before, but that was clearly having a great effect on Svanna now. And yet, even as she cums again and again for me, it only seems to make her more ravenous and possessive.
When I cum, we switch up positions. Her on her hands and knees, me taking her from behind. But even that’s not enough for her, though we do have to muffle her voice since there are people right downstairs. After that, she rides me. I’m not getting tired, but strangely enough, neither is she.
Finally, we find ourselves laying in bed next to one another, staring into each other’s eyes. Not because either of us are drained or tuckered out, but simply because… well, it seemed like time to stop. Still, cuddling was fine to, I supposed. As she stares at me, I stare back, not quite sure what to say.
“… What now?”
Its obvious she doesn’t mean just in the immediate. She’s talking about what we’re going to do next, now that… well, now that this is a long term thing. We didn’t discuss that, but it’s clear she’s decided that she’s sticking close to me. Meanwhile, I never had any intention of letting the Dragonborn out of my sight. Not before I’d made her mine, totally and utterly, at the very least.
And yet, here we were now, and I was honestly still trying to process everything that had happened in the past several hours. What now, indeed?
The first thing that comes to mind makes me frown.
“… We should probably tell the Jarl about Helgen. We said we would.”
And then I frown harder, because I suddenly remember what occurs when you do that.
“… That said, I would rather hold off for a little bit on that. Give it a few days.”
Svanna blinks, seeming uncertain but also not gainsaying me. Amusingly enough, the Dragonborn who was supposed to save all of Skyrim from the World-Eater… probably wouldn’t have even come to Whiterun and told the Jarl about the Dragon Attack in Helgen if it wasn’t for me. And yet, at the same time, I’d seen clear evidence that the world was waiting for her. That Skyrim was narratively bound to her existence.
I would be a fool not to test that theory though, and the easiest way to do so was to spend a week in Whiterun and NOT immediately go inform the Jarl. If we heard about another Dragon Attack out by the Western Watchtower, well then, I would know I was wrong. But if we didn’t, and then we went and spoke to the Jarl in a week, well, that changed things, didn’t it?
Still, at the same time, Svanna had told me so much. Maybe it was time I did the same for her. Leaning in close, dropping my voice to a whisper, I take one of the lithe Nord’s hands in my own, lacing our fingers together.
“Svanna… I believe you are the Dragonborn.”
I don’t know what I’m expecting. Widened eyes. Open-mouthed shock? Instead… I get a furrowed brow.
“The what?”
Right, of course. I quickly launch into an explanation of what exactly a Dragonborn is, explaining in quiet tones as we lay there in the bed cuddled up against one another. Svanna’s expression only becomes more and more incredulous, before I tap the middle of her chest with my hand.
“If I’m right, you have what’s called a Dragon Soul. Your body is mortal, but your soul is that of a Dragon.”
“That… that sounds silly.”
Heh, straight from the mouth of babes. Smirking slightly, I shrug my shoulders. Technically, I don’t even believe what I’m saying, not fully. Or rather, the part of me that’s an undercover Thalmor Agent is still in denial on some of the things I remember from my life as a human in another world. But no, deep down inside, I know it to be true. I don’t need more evidence, more confirmation. I know what’s right in front of me.
“As silly as a girl who hoards shinies to herself? Even as a child, you acted like a dragon. Greedy. Gluttonous. Possessive.”
I lean forward and plant a kiss on the tip of her nose with every single thing I say, a technique to lessen the impact of my harsh words. It works, as she wrinkles her nose back cutely and frowns, seeming to actually be considering what I’m saying.
“You are the Dragonborn. Specifically, you are the Last Dragonborn. We’re living in your story right now, and if I’m right about the other thing, then Skyrim and all the people in it… currently revolve around you. Narratively speaking, you are the most important being in this Province, and perhaps in the entire world.”
Once again, incredulity fills Svanna’s eyes… but along with that incredulous look she’s giving me, is avarice. She wants it to be true. She wants me to be right. All her life, she’s felt insignificant, weak, and helpless. All her life, she’s just been an Orphan from Riften, or so it seemed. In truth, all her life she’d been the Last Dragonborn, she just hadn’t awakened yet. And now, the opportunity to do so was dangling right in front of her face.
“If I’m right, then there will be another Dragon Attack after we take a Dragon Tablet to Jarl Balgruuf. We’ll be asked to help fight it off, but we won’t just fight it off. We’ll kill it. And you, my dear, will absorb its soul and begin your journey to achieving your ultimate destiny. But if I’m right, we also have time… all the time in the world, because this world is now running on your clock, Svanna. Its running on your time.”
All the scripted events so far, the way they’d happened just as Svanna was reaching them, to allow her to interact with certain people about certain things… we’d completely ignored the Golden Claw quest to get here to Whiterun earlier, but if we followed the main questline, we would soon be tasked with going there anyways to get the Tablet.
Still, I needed time before we did any of that… if we even did any of that. If I was right, and this world was somehow narratively warping to fit Svanna’s schedule, then we could theoretically ignore the main storyline for as long as we wanted. We could go around exploring all that Skyrim had to offer, getting as strong as possible, and just… put off the dragons and the end of the world at Alduin’s hands for a while.
That seemed patently ridiculous, but maybe it wasn’t? And I wanted to test it. A week shouldn’t be too bad, if I was wrong. And the moment we heard of a new dragon attack, well then, we would know that we needed to get a move on and get our butts in gear.
“… Okay.”
Svanna’s quiet acceptance brings a smile to my face, and I can’t help but reach out to caress her, running my hand along her naked shoulder and then down to her breast. She moans softly as I do so, thrusting her chest into my exploratory fingers.
“Well then, my dear… we’re staying in Whiterun for the next week, I suppose. And what, precisely, are we going to do with ourselves in the meantime?”
I knew what I was going to be doing. I had no intentions of leaving this city without having power leveled to something fundamentally ridiculous, like level one thousand. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Svanna’s revelation, I would have already spent the rest of today leveling up. As it was, I’d gotten… sidetracked. Still, there was no way I was going anywhere without hundreds of level ups and plenty of health to pad me out and protect me from the dangers of this world.
But what did Svanna want to do in the meantime? I suppose I could try to train her up a bit as well, even if she didn’t seem to run on game mechanics like I did, unfortunately.
“… I want to put that Companion bitch in her place.”
I blink at the sudden vehemence coming from Svanna and furrow my brow in confusion for a moment.
“… You mean Aela? Aela the Huntress?”
Face scrunching up cutely in anger, Svanna nods.
“I don’t like how she treated you. Like you were less than her. You aren’t. You’re better than her. Better than all of them.”
Suddenly, Svanna leans in close, her lips inches away from my own.
“… We could lure her away and you could use your magic on her. Let’s make her our bitch. I want to see her beg you for your forgiveness on her hands and knees.”
My mouth opens… and then closes for a moment, as I know not what to say. Eventually, I settle on the obvious, at least to me.
“That sounds wonderful, my dear, truly… but there is the small matter of her Lycanthropy to be considered.”
At Svanna’s furrowed brow, I clarify.
“She’s a werewolf, darling.”
Svanna’s eyes widen, and after a moment, she slumps back.
“Oh.”
Chuckling, I lean in and kiss her on her forehead.
“That doesn’t make it impossible though. Give me some time and I’ll see what I can do. Aela will be a tough nut to crack, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other women here in Whiterun who might be… fun to play with. Is that what you want?”
After a moment of hesitation, as if she thinks my questioning tone might be a trap, Svanna finally nods.
“Yes… watching you with that Imperial in Riverwood… it was so fucking hot. I want to do it again. I want to help you.”
I nod… but then ask what’s on my mind, since we’re being so honest with each other.
“And what about the Thieves’ Guild in Riften? You came back to Skyrim for a reason, did you not? You seem awfully ready to sit and wait rather than going to take your revenge.”
Svanna’s averts her gaze for a moment, considering my words. Its only after watching her for a beat that I realize she’s not averting her gaze so much as she’s looking at my naked, chiseled, golden-skinned body. Reaching out to me in the same way I kept reaching out to her, Svanna runs a hand over my naked flesh and licks her lips.
“… Maybe I’ve found something more valuable than my ruby. I do want to go to Riften at some point and deal with them though. You’ll help me, right?”
She looks at me expectantly, and if this were an RPG where I was the main character, I’m sure my answer here would make or break everything. Certainly, I could tell that Svanna was waiting for my answer with bated breath. Honestly though? It’s such an easy thing to promise her. Just thinking about the surprising number of beautiful women in tight leathers that lie down that route has me smiling wickedly as I caress Svanna’s cheek.
“But of course. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
She leans into my touch, and we nuzzle and cuddle for a long moment before finally, I begin to pull back.
“Now… you should get some sleep. I, on the other hand, have some late night business to take care of.”
“But I’m not tired. I could… help you?”
Blinking, I regard Svanna for a long moment, gauging if she’s telling the truth or not. And… to my surprise, I find that she is. She’s really not tired. Which… that’s just bullshit. I know that the Dragonborn in the game didn’t exactly need to sleep, they just got some benefits from going through the motions. And I supposed Dragons didn’t sleep either, did they? They got enough sleep when they were dead.
But still… as the young red-haired Nord stares up at me with wide, beseeching eyes, I can’t help but be a little bemused. In the end though, it’s fine. She’s right, after all. She can help me.
“Very well, my dear. Let’s go together then. You and me… we’re going to play some hide and seek.”
I laugh at the confused look on her face, even as I re-equip my gear and drop into the quintessential Skyrim Stealth Crouch. When I leave her line of sight, my Stealth immediately leaps to One Hundred, and I quickly level up and prestige the skill. Of course, I’m not just going to have Svanna sit in the bed swiveling her head back and forth for the next several hours… that would be boring for both of us.
Instead, after we both get dressed, we head out into the night… and begin skulking about. To Svanna’s utter amazement, we do indeed play hide and seek until well into the next day.
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