There it was. I had made a choice, one deep in my heart. I had been abandoned by Skyrim, no longer of use to them, they had discarded me to the predators. I had been beaten, humiliated, raped and dishonoured. I had no pce or purpose; no one. Yet he had come for me when no other would. Whatever his motives, he had done it for me. If I was going to be subservient, if I was going to cast myself in the role of a lesser then I would do it with him.
I did not say anymore but he understood and closed the distance between us. Lifting my chin with his index finger:
“Repeat after me: I bind myself to thee, now and forever. For eternity and beyond I am yours, I belong to you, submit to you, will be ruled by you. Husband, Master I am yours.”
“I bind myself to thee, now and forever. For eternity and beyond I am yours, I belong to you, submit to you, will be ruled by you. Husband, Master I am yours.”
He pced his lips on mine, a soft slow gentle kiss. The magic seemed to rush from his mouth. I had the sense that once my body would have fought this off, now I welcomed him in. Utterly consumed by his soul I felt my lifeforce quicken. I became aware of him in a whole new way. A pining ache. Our lips still locked, I felt him ease me to the ground. Hands slowly caressed my bare skin and the gentle tingle of healing magic eased the pains of the st few days as I felt a relief I didn't even know I needed. All the while our tongues danced together. With no more bruises his hands began to ease away his robes, only breaking our kiss for a second though a second too long for me and I desperately reached to his lips again as if a drowning woman seeking air. Lightning seemed to shoot through me at the feel of his skin against mine, his hands now caressing every inch of me, my body gave itself up to pleasure; I gyrated myself up against him; my now soaked sex seeking completion as I involuntarily rocked my hips back and forth. He broke contact, lifting his face from mine and allowing a small smirk to crease his lips as he stared at my lust filled, desperate expression. This was his moment and he seemed determined to savour it. Slowly, almost tenderly, both hands ran down the full length of my body, not stopping till he had grasped both of my ankles. From there he pushed my legs back toward myself, setting me in a love press position; I did not resist nor did I move myself; I allowed my master to pce me where he wanted me. Without meaning to, one word slipped through my lips;
"Please."
His previous smirk was repced by a full smile. He admired his conquest just a moment longer before easing his full length into me. It was not a rough motion yet I was ready for him, more than ready and he near hilted himself entirely within me a low moan escaped my mouth and as he filled me, the moan grew louder. Slowly, he pulled back then surprised me with a sudden, powerful thrust and my moan turned to a squeal of delight, my hands that had wrapped around his back clung tighter yet I resisted digging my nails in, knowing my pce. He pulled back again, once more slowly easing forward; I waited in anticipation for another sudden thrust but he surprised me again, now maintaining his slow pace. He moved from lips to pnt kisses along my neck, moving down to suckle at my breasts before moving back to my lips once more; all the while building pace and momentum. My body, desperate for more thrust back up against him, as he let go of my ankles to sink to his fingers into the plump globes of my arse I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him ever deeper, hitting every part of me, becoming ever closer, faster and faster; he was now pistoning within me, grinding me body and soul. The strength left my body, a sailor in a storm I held on as tight as I could my body limp and yielding . I felt his climax building within me and in that moment I surrendered to my own pleasure; I clenched tight around him with a primal scream; I felt him tense and then shudder before the perfect sense of being flooded permeated my womb. More than words or rituals, beyond the power of magic and gods, I was now his.
And for now, this is just about where the story ends. We left for Cyrodil where we make our home in the imperial capital, I watched a dragon rise up as we got to the boarder, I turned away from it and we walked on, both of us done with Skyrim. Therin still experiments, he has shown no desire to overthrow the world just wants to make new discoveries. I in turn keep him in check, chiding him against cutting corners. Stopping him from again destroying others for a fast solution. He calls me his conscience; He is teaching me magic. I am slow learner, a regrettable practitioner but I have all the time in the world to practice. Therin assures me in the long run it will be a greater defence than my efforts with a dagger.
I heard tales of a mysterious Dragon that brought other dragons back from the dead, a beast that legend foretold only the Dragonborn could sy. Nonsense, anything can be killed and sure enough a group of bdes and greybeards, their eyes opened to the truth of Dragons, tracked the beast to Sovengarde and there they slew it with the help of the heroes of old, capturing the beast’s soul in a giant ebony soulgem.
I read about all of this with a life, suddenly happy with the quiet life and please if you are reading this do not judge me, do not pity or pray. Simply know I made the best of what I had, tried to do the right thing and would do it again. Perhaps.
