I made good time to Windhelm, arriving te in the evening. Once more I changed for the city, shivering in the icy air as I stripped off and donned a tight, fitted green dress with of sturdy material and adjusted a fur shawl around my shoulders. Walking through the streets I became aware of hurried gnces in my direction. It seemed my description had spread. I winced as I heard the faint strains of ‘The Bard and Dragon’ on the wind. As an elf, there was only one pce I imagined Therin would be and made my way to the grey quarter where, the slums of Windhelm where elven kind made their home. Entering the areas’ tavern, the Gnisis Club I headed to the bar.

  “I’m looking for-“

  “I know who you’re after Nord, you’ll find him upstairs.”

  With that the innkeeper went back to polishing his bar, making my way up the stairs I saw Therin, in a different, but no less impressive set of blue robes.

  “Ah Unn, I was beginning to wonder if you would come. Though I must admit I had an eternity to wait.”

  It was at this st that I noticed the change in him, it was not a dramatic change. There seemed a greater vitality about him. His eyes seemed to have an extra shine, his movements filled with greater life. An aura seemed to gently roll from him.

  “You have done it then?”

  He nodded, a small almost sad smile on his face. In truth, I had just about come to terms with this, that I would never revert to what I was. Yet, a small part of me had held a glimmer of hope, that now, with everything it else it seemed, was gone.

  “You called me here, what more do you want from me?”

  “I think surely you have guessed Unn. I want you. A bride for eternity-“

  “A thrall!”

  “No not a thrall, you came here. May I ask, what were YOU looking for?”

  “I don’t really know, the Jarl of Whiterun expects me to kill you but I realise that is beyond me. Closure perhaps. An end.”

  “My dear, so fatalistic. When I say I want you I mean that with all sincerity. You are beautiful, intelligent, strong yes still strong and for all your trials you remain proud. Even as a man you intrigued me but now you enthral me! Your gift, holding more than one soul, it is integral to the spell and yet if I did not think you worthy I would wait for another, after all I now have time. Indeed, I say this to you now, I will y out my pn for you. You may accept or decline, I cannot compel you, for this magic to work it must be of your own choice. Not a calcuted choice. Not something I can threaten or bckmail but something you want within your heart.”

  I felt I should storm away yet I had come so far. I could be done with this loathsome man once and for all, he who had taken everything from me and yet with that he was in a strange way all that I had left. Seeing that I remained seated he continued;

  “I will tell you how the magic works, what you gain, the price you pay. I take a part of my own soul, a very small part, and transfer it to you. You accept it within yourself but more than that you choose to submit to it. This is subtle magic, I cannot use this to compel you to action or read your mind. As it is my soul it is now eternal and as such will keep you alive, young, hale and healthy for an eternity as well.”

  “You spoke of a price, something to do with my submitting to your soul.”

  “Yes, I’m getting to that. The magic will not allow you to harm me, ever, your body would simply not be able to do it. It would be like attempting to ram a knife into your own eye but so much more difficult. We are immortal but not invincible, if I should die you would die. If you were to die it would hurt me but not kill me. More than anything you would not be able to face prolonged periods away from me. You would be able to go some distance even for some small measure of time but like an addiction you would be drawn back to me every time. This would be an addiction without a cure, without treatment. The longer you waited, the further you travelled the worse you would feel.”

  “You expect me to bind myself for eternity to the man that took everything from me? How much a fool do you take me for?”

  “I took a great deal, I took it for my own ends yet I offer so much more. Will you be content with what life can now offer you, what will you do? Where will you go? You will have no friends in Skyrim, people respected your strength. Now you will be nothing but a trophy or worse a threat. I did not ask you here tonight to convince you. I came to y out my position and yours. Something for you to think on and mull over. Take months, years if you like though know that yes, I am a shallow man. I wanted a beautiful wife for eternity so do not wait too long if you are to change your mind.”

  He tried a charming smile but in that moment, I felt nothing but anger toward him. I had heard him out and yet seemed no closer to the resolution that I sought. I would be best to be done with the man. I stood to leave but he caught my wrist.

  “Wait! Before you go I have a gift for you.”

  I stared at him suspiciously.

  “You are free to throw it away if you distrust it but I feel I must give it you anyway.”

  He handed me a bck soul gem, the same one that had held my drained essence.

  “If ever you are ever in danger, if ever you need a friend and have no other to turn to cast some blood upon this stone and I will find you and without price I will aid you. Also, please take this scroll, a simple incantation that, should you ever change your mind it will let me know.”

  With that he stood up and left leaving me standing confused and frustrated. In a moment of spite, I took the scroll and held it to a nearby torch. It burst into fme, purple and green fmes spat out in strange patterns, casting eerie glyphs upon the walls. I was about to continue with the soul gem, something stayed my hand and I pced it where it had once been in my small pack which I adjusted over a shoulder.

  Walking out of the club my mind wandered, I tried to think of a new course of action. It seemed distantly I heard mocking calls through the streets, something to do with dark skin. Lost in my own reverie I paid the calls no mind. Looking at the ground I was not looking where I was going and walking straight into the barrel chest of a man.

  “Watch it!”

  “My pardons sir”

  I made to walk around the man but he remained in my path, looking intently at my face. I looked up at the man that blocked my way and recognised Rolff Stone-Fist.

  “Could it be? Yes! Oh there are gods indeed. I was not sure that it could be true but here you stand in the flesh!”

  “I don’t know who you think I may be sir but I-“

  “Oh, I know who you are… Dragonborn. Those eyes, the proud haughty eyes remain the same though the rest of you has changed. And sir she says yes you have changed much indeed!”

  He leered at me, staring slowly up and down. He licked his lips slowly. Looking around the deserted streets where guards did not tread I knew I was in trouble.

  “Please, I don’t want any trouble. If I offended you. I’m sorry.” Panic had gripped me, I had not equipped my dagger, without a weapon I was no match for Rolff and I experienced fear as I never had before.

  “Sorry is you cunt? Sorry, people ughed when you id me low. Laughed! At me, Rolff Stone-Fist! People ughing at you now isn’t they. But I don’t think you have paid, not nearly enough for my liking”

  He raised his fists and in that moment my st instincts as a warrior deserted me. I cowered away but could not avoid his fist which cracked straight against my chin. I must have passed out for a second as I suddenly found myself on the cold ground with no notion as to how I got there. I managed to roll onto my back and found myself looking up at the grinning face of Rolff Stone- Fist.

  “A small-town bully with a famous brother and a small cock is what you said. Gonna show you how small bitch!” With that he leaped down atop me tearing at my clothes. Panic gripped my heart and courage betrayed me.

  “HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE?! ANYONE” my clothes tore free, my dress seemed to be hanging from by threads and tatters.

  “Listen to the mighty Dragonborn now! No one is coming to help you in these streets whore.” He ughed continuing to tear the st remains of my clothes away.

  “Please no, please don’t do this? You can’t do this to me-“

  He unsheathed his member.

  “Does this look small to you now?”

  It did not, it was huge, a monster. I tried to wriggle free but he sat atop me his weight pinning me in pce. He took me then, one hard, violent thrust sent near the full length of his cock inside me.

  “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo”

  His hands mauled by breasts, he pced rough kisses and bites on my neck. Stinking of sweat and ale he rode me mercilessly, pounding my pussy with angry stabs.

  “Not even a virgin, a … a woman only- ah- two fucking minutes and urg urgh urgh already given it up… you… cheap… ahhh.. take it! …. FUCKING TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!!!”

  He renewed his efforts, occasionally spping me across the face, his hands had dropped to my waist, then my legs, his fingers dug in hard. Yanking my legs up in the air he drove deep into me again and again. Suddenly he stopped and for a brief moment I dared believe it was over, that I had been rescued but then Rolff spoke:

  “Really wish I had been the one to pop your cherry. But in a way maybe I still can hmmm?”

  I was confused for a second until he flipped me over, it dawned on me what he meant to do, I scrambled furiously attempting to crawl away but he simply dragged me back by a leg, ughing.

  “No, no, no, no, I beg you, please no. I will do anything, anything!”

  My cries fell on deaf ears as he manoeuvred me onto all fours, I felt his penis brush against my bum cheek and then the hole as he lined it, pausing for just a moment longer he squeezed it in, inch at a time.

  “ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

  The scream tore through my throat, through my whole being, I had never felt pain like it.

  “That’s… fucking… tight… I’ve taken… this for mine… now… ahhh”

  He began to push further and further till I thought he would tear a new hole in me then he began to ease out. I sighed in relief only for my pain to redouble as he thrust again, harder. But by bit the resistance began to give, his trusts took on a steady rhythm as the muscles in my arse began to loosen. For my part, my head found the floor my arms by sides, no longer able to bear my own weight. Drool ran down my face, freezing against my chin, small pants escaped my throat as he continued to misuse me.

  He thrust faster and faster:

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh….AAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

  With a shudder, he filled my backside with his hot semen, it ran in rivulets down my legs and slopped through my bum crack. I y there unable to move. Grabbing my hair, he considered my tear stained face with a grin.

  “You’re bottom of the barrel now. Not so grand anymore, just a cum bucket for your betters. Tell me now, what do you think of me?”

  There was no longer even a small part of me that wanted to rail and fight against this. I was defeated utterly, body and spirit.

  “You, you are my bett… better sir.”

  “And?”

  “And… uh… thank you for the gift of your semen.”

  “Good girl.”

  With that he dropped my head and walked away. I y there for some time, trying to find the energy to move. At st I built enough strength to get to my feet, gather the remains of my dress around myself and limp toward the gate.

  This decided me, I could no longer lie to myself about my pce in the world I ordered a carriage for Whiterun with Masha following behind, I had not been able to face the ride.

  Once I arrived I made went straight for Breezehome, taking some valuables at a time I made my way around the stores, stalls and smiths selling these belongings. I arranged with the now very angry looking steward for the sale of my home (he seemed betrayed to learn I had once been a man). At st the only things that remained was my armour and Dragonsting. These were not the items for my new life and I decided a clean break was needed. I sold these as well, purchasing in their pce some more simple clothes and a worn but practical small iron dagger.

  All this I made the most difficult sale of the day, 1500 septims for Masha. Tears flooded my eyes as I handed her reins over, this beautiful beast that had been with me so much. But she deserved the open road, not to be cooped up in a stable. All ties to Whiterun cut I caught a carriage to Solitude.

  I arrived and headed for the bards college, stopping off at Radient Raiment to purchase a daring bck gown with a split down one leg and some fine bck stockings. I arrived at the college and once again Viarmo greeted me at the door but this time he did not smile.

  “Greetings Dragonborn.”

  “You have heard then? It seems all of Skyrim knows.”

  “Yes, I have heard. Word travels fast, there had already been rumours after all. I know why you are here, you seek sanctuary against the world. Yet despite my earlier offer, I am very sorry but I can offer no such sanctuary. I have a responsibility to this college. I am fond of you but were you to live with us, you would bring scrutiny, attention… the wrong kind of attention. I apologise but there is no pce for you here. I must ask you to leave.”

  I did, turning without a word and walking out. My st hope had vanished. I had money, probably enough to live off for a lifetime if I was careful but life was more than careful. It was purpose and meaning. I would find no such meaning in Skyrim, my previous life would always bar doors, old enemies would always surface. I must leave Skyrim, perhaps to the Capital in Cyrodil. I had not wandered for some time though previously I had done so as a mercenary. I would worry about what to do with my life once I arrived. I had no skills beyond fighting but in this form, I hoped I was young enough to learn a trade, I fancied I would make a fair tavern wench if nothing else. Once more I caught a carriage, this time headed for Riften and the boarder.