Chapter 8: New Ambitions
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The Guild of Gamers: The Vampire
Chapter 08: New Ambitions
— Raven —
Waking up, my entire body shuddering in pleasure as I open my eyes, I feel an incredibly soft bedsheet below me as I slowly rise and look around.
That felt truly amazing; he can make me feel that much with a gesture? The Guild is a wonderful place indeed… I might have gotten addicted to Lord Kuro's magic because I am sure I'd do almost anything to experience that again.
"Finally awake, are we? What was he thinking, hitting a fledgling succubus with such a powerful bolt of pleasure? It's a miracle you didn't become catatonic," Noire says, drawing my attention to the other girl, no that's not right, the other woman.
Because despite her young appearance, Noire is most certainly not a girl. She is too powerful for that, and even as she sits there reading a book, magic radiates from her in waves.
"Ah, my apologies. I normally suppress my mana while I'm outside my plane, but you've been asleep for almost two days so I decided to relax somewhat," Noire says, the magic rapidly pulling back into her small frame.
"I-it's fine," I say quickly, not wanting to inconvenience the incredibly powerful woman, which makes her smirk slightly. "So, what happens now? Lord Kuro said you would be my mentor, but what does that mean? Should I call you mistress?"
"No, you will call me Lady Noire, mistress would be fine if I couldn't see into your sex-crazed mind to know exactly what you're picturing," Noire says sternly, making me smile sheepishly. She isn't wrong, but could anyone blame me?! Noire was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. "As for what happens now? You are now my apprentice, Raven. I will warn you before we start: I will not coddle you just because my father made me train you," Noire warns as she stands up, gesturing for me to follow her as her book vanishes into shards of light.
"Yes, Lady Noire. I don't need coddling or any special treatment," I say quickly, making Noire give me another serious look. I don't want Noire to see me as a chore, this is the opportunity of a lifetime.
"We shall see," Noire says simply as she walks through the door onto a balcony, making my eyes widen as I step outside and see her surroundings.
"Where am I?" I whisper as I look out into the expanse.
Skyrim is a magical place, but this world takes that saying and makes it into reality, the night sky a deep purple as stars fly by. Now that we're on the balcony I can see that we're in one of the towers of a truly enormous castle, with an expansive city formed around its base.
In the distance, I can see the walls of the city, and the seemingly never-ending forest that surrounds and entirely encompasses the city.
Even the city screams "magical", the lamps illuminating the still-active streets glowing with a blue light and my enhanced eyes can spot countless different races wandering by their light.
"You're in my plane. It used to be a demiplane I lived in while I was travelling the multiverse but it's evolved into something quite a bit larger now. It's bigger than your Tamriel, and every patch of land is made to my design, it's one of the benefits of being as powerful as I am," Noire says simply as she stands against the balcony.
"You designed your own world?" I ask, finally getting a hint of the kind of power my new mistress possesses.
"I did, as I've designed a great many worlds and races, it's fairly easy at my level," Noire agrees, before giving me a slight smirk. "I am the ruler of more worlds than most people could even name, entire Pantheons have sworn loyalty to me, and I know more magic than a hundred thousand arch-magi combined, but as fun as boasting is, I have something to ask you, Raven. What are your intentions?"
"My intentions?" I ask, frowning in confusion.
"You've been given a second chance at life, after wasting your first one so spectacularly. So tell me, what do you plan to do with it?" Noire asks, making me pause.
I'm just having fun, enjoying my second chance.
"And there's nothing particularly wrong with hedonism, but it isn't a goal. Everything you've done so far has been in the pursuit of sex, but is that all you desire?" Noire asks, clearly reading my thoughts.
"Well, I'm trying to become a famous adventurer-" I start, making her scoff.
"To help Zyn get the Ebony Blade, and because Anise wants you to. You don't have any goal of your own, you simply go along with the flow without even trying to direct it as long as there's fun in it for you," Noire says scornfully, making me frown at her. "You have more potential than every single person in Tamriel combined, with time and effort you could dominate the very gods, and you're doing very little with it."
"You really think I've got that much potential?" I ask, making her laugh.
"You are the host of one of the more powerful Systems, and more importantly you are a descendant of Lord Grayson, a man I respect greatly. Of course you do," Noire replies immediately.
She's not wrong, I kinda am just going with the flow and doing whatever I feel like at the time. Could I become so powerful?
But despite her words, a part of me resists the idea of any change to my life, I enjoy my current lifestyle, sex is great-
"You're right of course, sex is great," Noire says, reading my thoughts again. "I'd be a hypocrite to blame you for enjoying the carnal pleasures the multiverse has to offer, but sex shouldn't be everything. For me, it can be a pleasant diversion, it can be a method of control, a means to an end, or it can be a reward for those who I believe have earnt it, but it isn't all that matters, and that is my issue with you. You seem to have no goal beyond looking for your next fuck. Even my father has goals beyond simply getting laid."
Heh, is that a challenge?
"No," Noire answers immediately, making me shudder slightly. I'll never get used to people being in my head. "That's my first demand. Secondly, I want you to get a hobby beyond sex and corruption."
"Aww…" I say playfully, making her roll her eyes.
"Your desire to corrupt comes from your demonic blood, now awakened. I don't even care what the hobby is, I simply want you to find something else to do with your time. Lord Grayson is one of the best artists in the Guild, if not the best, I've had several portraits done by him," Noire explains. The prospect of hearing more about my ancestor immediately gets my attention, something she undoubtedly knows as her lips twitch and she walks back inside, gesturing for me to follow.
Doing so, we move through the bedroom and down the corridor, into a much fancier bedroom, likely Noire's herself as she walks towards the fireplace, my eyes are immediately drawn to the massive painting sitting above the mantelpiece.
"My ancestor painted that?" I ask, awestruck at the sight of the incredibly realistic painting of Noire lounging on a couch, utterly naked as she smirks at us.
"He did, Lord Gray is incredibly talented," Noire says simply, even as my eyes roam the naked form of the painted Noire. "I actually studied under him for a time; I always had a fondness for the arts, and he was an excellent teacher."
Looking over the nude portrait, my eyes wandering over the lifelike pale skin and small bosom, I glance over at Noire, who just rolls her eyes.
"Don't get any ideas, Raven. I have standards and you frankly don't meet them. Perhaps you will one day, and I can educate you on the subtler arts, maybe I'll even reward you if you perform well enough, but as you are now? You simply aren't good enough for me," Noire says bluntly as I wince, forcing down my burst of anger. "Talent and ambition turn me on. You're beautiful of course, but I've seen better and I haven't seen anything from you that makes me think you're worth my time, let alone worthy of warming my bed."
"I'll prove you wrong," I say without thinking, watching her eyebrow rise as a slight smirk graces her pouty lips.
"I sincerely hope you do, Raven, and I truly mean that," Noire replied simply, stroking my cheek gently as she smirks at me. The simple touch sends a jolt of unexpected pleasure through my body as my eyes widen, a light moan slipping out. "I could show you things your simple mind couldn't even begin to imagine, you think you're talented in the sensual arts? You're an amateur, work hard and I might show you what it feels like to be with a true master," Noire teases as I feel my pussy start to leak my arousal. I'd be ruining my panties if Lord Kuro hadn't already utterly drenched them.
I try to reply but it's more of a whimper that leaves my mouth as she giggles sweetly, moving away as I lean forwards to try and follow her hand.
"But that's for the future, if you prove yourself. For now? I'm sending you back to Tamriel," Noire says simply, making me blink. "I would teach you the old fashioned way but I think father forgets I actually have responsibilities that I don't ignore, so I'll simply do this instead," Noire continues, lifting her hand as her finger glows with a soft pink light which she taps it against my head. "I'm sure you'll enjoy these, they fit your usual antics."
Alluring Song upgraded to Alluring Performance
Alluring Performance
Your voice is so enthralling that those who hear you sing are charmed by you, growing infatuated and seeing you with awe. The target will have no indication that you tried to charm them, although if successful they may suspect it when your influence expires. In addition, you have gained a mastery of singing and the ability to pick up instruments at incredible rates.
Charming Smile
By flashing someone a beautiful smile, you can attempt to charm them. You can place undetectable messages in the smile that only the recipient will pick up, from 'I want you' to 'you can trust me'. The target will have no indication that you tried to charm them, although if successful, they may suspect it when your influence expires.
Beguiling Kiss
Whenever you kiss someone, you can attempt to charm them. In addition, you can use contact to arouse the target, no matter how innocent the kiss. The target will have no indication that you tried to charm them, although if successful, they may suspect it when your influence expires.
Sweetest Dreams
You can weave your magic into a target, causing them to grow tired. When they sleep they will dream fondly of you, in whatever manner you desire, and if they fail to resist they will be charmed by you. The target will have no indication that you tried to charm them, although if successful, they may suspect it when your influence expires.
Alter Memory
Once someone is charmed by you, you gain access to their minds and gain the ability to alter their memories. While you have complete control of their memories of the time they spent charmed, older and stronger memories can resist the attempt to change them. The more charmed someone is, and the longer they have been under your influence, the more likely it is to succeed.
Protect your Goddess
Those charmed by you have an instinctive desire to protect you, both physically and in other ways. If you are attacked where your charmed victims can see you, they'll most likely jump to your defence or call the guards to help you. If they hear you insulted they could defend your honour, or perhaps inform you of who dared besmirch your name. If your victim is in a position of power, they may pull strings to help you if you are in trouble, or use their power to inconvenience those who would threaten you.
Sweet Surrender
While charmed by you, your victims will be far more likely to fulfil any request you have, your whims are their desires, and your praise is addictive. Whenever they fulfil your whims they will fall deeper into the charm, making it harder to shake off or remove.
…I think I love Noire.
"I had a phase where I was rather… vain. These skills are a remnant of that time, I'm sure you'll enjoy them," Noire says with a knowing smile. "There's more to this particular skill set, my favourite being an ability that lets me instantly kill anyone I have charmed, or the passive effect that tries to charm anyone who attempts to attack me," Noire admits, my eyes widening. "But that's for the future, now before I banish you back to that frozen wasteland, take this," Noire says as she tosses a thick tome bound in purple leather at me. "Your spell list is pathetic, study and fix that before our next meeting," Noire deadpans, raising her hand as I go to speak.
Before I can get a word out, she gives me a playful grin and clicks her fingers, a sharp tugging feeling dragging me from her room and back towards my world as I barely stop myself from shouting in surprise, utterly incapable of stopping myself from landing flat on my ass, in the same spot she abducted me from as Fenrir looks at me in confusion before huffing.
Rising to my feet, I brush myself off and quickly stash my new book before I draw any more attention.
It's already very late, so I decide to keep up appearances and head to bed for now as I let myself into Gerdur's house, laying on my bed to think.
A goal. Indeed, I don't really have one at the moment, I'm just going with the flow and while I don't think that's a terrible way to live, Noire is right about one thing.
This system gives me so much potential and I'm not really using it.
So, what should be my end goal? Becoming a famous adventurer is going to be useful no matter what but it's not really a final goal.
Maybe I should become High Queen of Skyrim? That's a good end goal, right?
High Queen Raven, it has a nice ring to it. Not as nice as Empress Raven, but baby steps
How would I even do that? If the Empire wins then Elisif stays High Queen and I don't think that Skyrim is progressive enough for me to marry her.
I could help the Stormcloaks win and marry Ulfric, but honestly? Stormcloaks are cringe and Ulfric is a Thalmor tool.
An unwilling, unwitting one, but a tool all the same. Also the Stormcloaks are racist and while I do appreciate their hatred for Thalmor, not all elves deserve that treatment.
There are plenty of cute elf girls, after all, and the big strong Nords should be welcoming them into their cities (and beds), not driving them away.
I could try and find the Dragonborn, if they're male then I can seduce them and they can become High King if I manipulate things right.
Or I could try and become High Queen myself, but how does that even work? I'd have to become a Jarl at the very least, or maybe just get the support of a majority of Jarls?
Hm, I have a lot of general knowledge of Skyrim, I don't remember everything but I know enough to help build myself one amazing reputation.
If I keep playing the hero, I can probably become Thane of Whiterun easily enough, that's a good first step. If I gain the trust and approval of Jarl Balgruuf it'll be a good start since he's neutral in the war for now.
So, I play along with Zyn's plans because his very existence tells me that things are going to be different and that I can't count on metaknowledge. Looking for opportunities to spread my legend far and wide, I'll gather supporters, forge alliances, and perhaps even get some worshippers.
Realistically, this place is medieval enough that anyone with enough support and power can call themselves Queen and probably get away with it.
So, how do I actually start? Bleak Falls Barrows is a good quest, but if I want to plant the seeds for me ruling towns and not just saving them, I'll need to do more than just play the hero.
As I lay in bed, a thought occurs that has me sit up, narrowing my eyes.
Hopping out of bed, I slip out into the night and easily avoid the guards as I head out into the forest, searching for a familiar location.
— Gerdur — Next Morning —
Heading into the guest room, she smiled to herself seeing Raven wrapped in two quilts, slumbering away.
Raven wasn't a morning person, but with the long list of positives the sultry hero provided, not wanting to wake up before midday was hardly worth complaining about.
Before Gerdur could even speak, the mountain of covers shifted and a single silver eye peeked out at her. Raven had amazing hearing, that had been easy to notice with the way her head tilted occasionally, listening to things in the distance. It must help a lot in the wilds.
"I've made breakfast if you'd like some," Gerdur said, making the covers shift again as Raven emerged from her cocoon, naked as the day she was born.
She wasn't sure what to think of Raven's… openness with her body, but again, Raven was just too useful to take offence, even if she'd seen Hod's eyes wandering.
Admittedly Hod's eyes would wander regardless, she'd known for years that her husband was a letch, even if he seemed to stay loyal despite his wandering gaze and occasional comments.
"That would be lovely, thank you," Raven said with a warm smile as she stretched, making Gerdur look away at the display, feeling her cheeks burning.
"It's in the kitchen, I'll leave you to get dressed," Gerdur said quickly, making Raven giggle.
"I'll meet you down there. There's something I want to talk to you about before you start work anyway," Raven replied, moving off the bed and towards her clothes, bending over to rummage through her bags as Gerdur felt her eyes wandering towards Raven's backside.
Shaking herself to regain her focus, she quickly left Raven to dress even as her traitorous mind pointed out that Raven would have no trouble giving birth with hips like those.
"I'll be downstairs," Gerdur said quickly, trying to forget the sight of Raven's smooth milky-white skin.
She'd never particularly liked sex, it was a chore more than it was a pleasure. She let Hod mount her for the sake of bearing him a child, and now that they had one she was reluctant to let him between her legs unless she had to, and being around Raven and her preferred style of dress was starting to give her ideas about why she'd always found it distasteful.
May the Gods help her, she found Raven more attractive than she'd ever found Hod or any of the other Riverwood men. Boys, really.
She didn't blame Raven for making her realise this unfortunate truth about herself, because with the truth right in front of her she couldn't help but see the signs she'd so wilfully ignored.
She'd always thought Carmilla was cute, but she'd always convinced herself it wasn't sexual, she wasn't like those two idiots fawning over her, but now that she couldn't take her mind off Raven's nude body she could admit she was more attracted to the young Imperial girl than she was to her own husband.
She'd never climaxed while with Hod, always needing her own touch, a woman's touch, to finish herself off after the drunk had rolled off her and fallen asleep, but she just knew Raven would make her scream in ways Hod never could.
And worst of all, as Raven finally came downstairs in a pair of form-fitting leather pants and a tight white shirt, she was sure the younger girl knew of her degenerate desires, watching Raven give her a knowing smile as she took a seat at the table, a plate already waiting for her.
"Before we talk about whatever you wanted to discuss, I've been talking with the other 'leaders' of Riverwood and we came to a decision," Gerdur started, making Raven blink as she tilted her head.
The village didn't really have any leadership, but she, Alvor and Ognar made a lot of the decisions as the people who owned the inn, sawmill and smithy.
Lucan was another key figure but his Imperial heritage made a lot of the village not trust him. Riverwood was rather divided on the whole civil war.
"Oh? Should I be concerned?" Raven asked with a playful smile, making Gerdur shake her head quickly.
"Of course not, we just decided to give you a proper home in Riverwood, that's all. There's a house that used to belong to one of our hunters before he got gored by a wild boar, it's been empty ever since and with everything you've done for us we decided to give it to you, for when you and your… friends are in the area," Gerdur explained with a kind smile. "You'll always be welcome here, and I'm pretty sure Alvor would give you his house after you saved Dorthe, but we want you to feel more at home, and less like a guest. Don't worry, we know you'll be travelling and might spend months or years away from the village, we don't expect you to stay here forever."
Even if it'd certainly be nice to have such a talented adventurer living in their village.
"Ah, in that case, I'm grateful. If nothing else it'll stop Salonia from whining so much," Raven joked, making her snort. "Really, I appreciate it."
She'd met Raven's Imperial follower once, and that was once more than she wanted to.
"It's the least we could do. It's just on the edge of town, near the gate, I'll show you the way later," Gerdur said as she pulled out the key she'd been holding onto since the old hunter died, passing it over. "Now, you said you wanted to talk to me?"
"I do. When I was first exploring around Riverwood, I was attacked by bandits on the road, not the smartest bunch and I was in a bad mood so I tracked them back to their hideout and wiped them out," Raven started, making Gerdur chuckle.
It was always satisfying when some bandit scum bit off more than they could chew, they probably saw Raven as an easy target they could have some fun with.
"That's good to know. Ever since the war started banditry has been on the rise," Gerdur admitted, making Raven smile.
"Opportunistic vultures, but that's not my point. They were working out of an abandoned mine, Embershard judging by one of the journals I found, and I had a question. Riverwood's only export right now is lumber from your mill, but the mine is just over an hour's walk from here, so why isn't it being used?" Ravel asked as Gerdur leaned back with a frown.
"I think some men from Helgen tried to use it before, but it sounds like they were wiped out or turned to banditry. I suppose nobody has tried, considering the risk," Gerdur admitted, already seeing where this was going.
"You've complained that Riverwood has plenty of men who just hang around and drink, so why not put them to work? With the war on, iron is in high demand and when I go to Whiterun, this place having a functioning mine would make it much easier to get Jarl Balgruuf to send a proper force to secure it," Raven suggested as Gerdur narrowed her eyes in thought.
"You're sure it has been cleared?" Gerdur asked, making Raven nod. "I suppose I could have the militia start patrolling the path from here to there, maybe set up a few lanterns to light the way. I'd have to have Alvor check the mine itself, make sure it's even worth our time, and Lucan has some connections we could use."
She was right, a village that only really exported wood wasn't going to garner as many guards as a village that had a lumber mill and a mine.
That alone could make it worth it, even if the income from having a functioning mine could help put Riverwood on the map on its own, she was right about iron being in high demand.
Hell, even just the capability of not having to buy iron for Alvor's smithy would save them a hefty chunk of septims.
"I can take Alvor there, and make sure to wipe out any threats in the area," Raven offered, making her nod gratefully.
"The bandits from Bleak Falls could be a problem, they'll be able to see the road from across the river," Gerdur realised, making Raven giggle.
"Oh them? I'm going to go and slaughter them all soon, so that's no problem," Raven said with a casual tone, making Gerdur glance at the younger girl.
The casual disregard for their lives scared her, just a bit, but those bandits had been a problem for months so she wouldn't mourn them.
"Just be careful, you're strong but you're not invincible," Gerdur warned, making Raven smile sweetly.
"I will be, besides I'm not going alone, Fen and Anise will be with me," Raven said, waving off her concerns. "It's sweet of you to worry though, Gerdur," Raven said, giving her a knowing smile as Gerdur froze, fear and reluctant arousal flooding her at the look in Raven's eyes.
"I- you've helped Riverwood, saved us from some psychotic cultists' plans, I don't want anything to happen to you," Gerdur said quickly, making Raven grin as she stood up and moved around the table.
"Is that the only reason? Surely you wouldn't try to lie to me if you're truly so grateful?" Raven whispered, leaning forwards until their faces were inches apart.
Freezing in place, she did nothing as Raven gently grasped her chin and tilted her head upwards to face her.
"I've seen the way you watch me, the hunger in your eyes you try to hide, Hod isn't your type, is he?" Raven whispered, making Gerdur flush in shame and embarrassment. "Don't worry, I don't mind," Raven giggled, leaning forwards and gently pressing her lips against Gerdur's, making her whimper as she closed her eyes, unable to resist as she felt her thighs grow damp and sticky, her arousal making itself known.
Unable to stop herself, she reached out and wrapped her hands around Raven's waist, resting on Raven's leather-clad backside as she took an experimental squeeze.
By the Gods, there was something very wrong with her, but she couldn't resist slipping her hands beneath Raven's trousers, groping the incredibly soft flesh directly.
Raven's hand returned the favour and moved up her top, cupping her breast as Raven toyed with her nipple, tweaking it and rolling it between her dexterous fingers.
She couldn't stop this now, opening her mouth and letting Raven's tongue slip inside, but the sound of the front door opening made her jolt backwards, her eyes wide open as her head snapped towards the door.
Hod was at the mill and Frodnar was supposed to be at the smithy already, but she never really locked the front door during the day, and people just letting themselves in was simply a reality of village life where everyone knew everyone.
She recognised the man standing in the doorway as Signar, a member of the village militia, his eyes wide as he stared at Raven and her, making her realise that her shirt was parted, Raven's exploration leaving one of her breasts hanging freely as she quickly fixed her clothes.
"I- Umm, the- you're needed. Gerdur, we caught some thieves last night that need dealing with," Signar mumbled, barely looking away from her chest as she felt herself pale.
The entire village would hear of her degeneracy by tonight, they'd be gossiping about her at the Sleeping Giant inn later.
"I- I see, I'll be there soon, Signar" Gerdur said quickly, pausing as Raven placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Don't worry, I'll handle this little mess," Raven whispered, walking towards Signar as the door shut seemingly on its own. "Signar, was it?" Raven asked, moving into his personal space as his eyes widened at her sudden closeness.
"Y-yeah, that's right," Signar said, making her smile.
"You caught us at quite the… opportunity, didn't you? I don't need to tell you that it'd hurt Gerdur to have people gossiping about her tastes, and you don't want to hurt Gerdur when she does so much for your village, do you?" Raven said, her tone taking a sultry edge as Signar glanced at her.
"N-no?" Signar replied, his answer sounding like a question itself as Raven smiled. It was nice to hear but that wouldn't stop it from slipping out of him after a mead or two.
"Exactly, but it's not fair that you have to keep our secrets for nothing, so I have an offer for you," Raven said, gently undoing her shirt as Signar's eyes widened. "You're a young man, and I know the sight of us together turned you on, so… as far as you know, you caught us during breakfast, and Gerdur invited you to join us instead of just waiting around, like a good host. In exchange, you and I will go upstairs and I'll let you work off the arousal we caused, however you want. That's fair, isn't it?" Raven whispered as she slipped her shirt off, dropping it to the floor as Signar's eyes widened, immediately locking onto the perfectly-formed breasts topped with hardened pink nipples.
"That's not necessary, Raven," Gerdur said quickly, making Raven smile at her.
"It's fine, Gerdur," Raven said, taking one of Signar's hands and raising it to her breast as the man immediately, instinctively started to grope her with his rough, pawing hand.
She'd be more gentle with Raven… why should Raven have to let some dumb brute have his way with her to protect Gerdur's reputation?
"Now, do we have a deal?" Raven asked, making Signar pause before nodding, still seemingly dumbstruck at his luck as Raven smiled and grabbed his other hand. "We'll be upstairs, Gerdur. Just lock the door and wait for us to be finished," Raven giggled as she led the man towards the stairs.
Unable to respond, she simply nodded and waited before she heard quiet giggling coming from upstairs, followed by a masculine groan.
Unable to stop herself, she quietly moved up the stairs, the noises getting louder as the sound of a deep grunt made her blush, moving towards the door as she pressed her ear against it.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh made her scowl, Raven's quiet moans of pleasure mixed with the deep grunts and groans of Signar. She was jealous, she could admit that to herself, she wanted to be the one making Raven moan.
"Mhmm~ harder, ravage my tight little pussy," Raven moaned, making her frown harder as she heard the slapping of flesh speed up,
"Fuck, you Breton girls are such sluts," Signar grunted as Raven giggled.
"A-are you complaining?" Raven giggled before a louder moan slipped out of her.
Of course he wasn't, and the deep grunting moments later made her roll her eyes, typical Nord, just stick it in and thrust for a few minutes.
"Done already? And I thought Nords were supposed to have good stamina…" Raven said, her tone a mixture of disappointment and teasing before Gerdur heard a thud.
"Like oblivion I'm done," Signar growled, obviously angered at her tone as she giggled again. "You said I can work off my arousal anyway I wanted right?"
"Mhmm~" Raven replied, tone still lilting as she heard something slap against flesh.
"Then open wide, time to put that mouth to better use," Signar said, sounding smug as she scowled deeper.
She wanted to get involved, to put this asshole in his place, but she also didn't want to admit she was listening as she heard Signar groan again, her ears picking up the sounds of Raven gagging and choking from the undoubtedly rough oral.
"W-wait, slow down," Signar said moments later, making her blink as he groaned. "O-oh fuck!"
Hearing a popping noise, she smirked as she heard Raven giggling again.
"Like I said, I thought Nords were supposed to have good stamina… you barely lasted a minute," Raven giggled. "You can come in now Gerdur," Raven continued, making her freeze as the door opened, seeing Raven and Signar standing there naked, with Signar staring off into the distance blankly.
"I didn't mean to—" Gerdur started, making Raven laugh.
"It's fine, you were just curious after all," Raven said, waving her hand. "And don't worry about Signar here, he isn't going to remember any of this," Raven continued as she fixed Signar's clothes, making Gerdur blink.
"Wait, what do you-"
"We made a deal, if I slept with him, he'd keep our little secret, I just forgot to mention that I wasn't going to be taking any chances. He'll remember having breakfast here, and nothing more. You should always be careful when you make a deal with a mage, we take them very seriously after all," Raven said with a satisfied smile as she took Signar's hand and guided the unresponsive man downstairs, still naked herself with some of his seed leaking from her slit, her hair a mess from where he was probably gripping it.
Sitting him down at the table, Raven grinned at Gerdur with pride.
"You could have just wiped his memories, couldn't you?" Gerdur asked, making Raven nod casually.
"Easily, his mind is pretty… pliable, but I thought he deserved a payment for his memories. it's just more polite," Raven admitted with a shrug.
"Even if he won't remember it?" Gerdur asked, not that bothered to know that he couldn't drunkenly boast about seeing her tits or fucking Raven.
"Oh, he will remember me, in his dreams," Raven said, moving towards her. "Are you jealous?"
"What? I-" Gerdur started, trailing off as Raven grinned at her, once again moving into her personal space.
"Should I take you upstairs as well?" Raven whispered, slipping her hand into the front of Gerdur's pants, smiling as she felt the dampness between her thighs.
"We- people are expecting me," Gerdur said quickly, not answering the question as she backed up against the table, gripping it as she felt two of Raven's slim fingers easily slip between her wet lower lips, starting to tease.
"Then I better be fast," Raven teased as she moved she sped up the movement of her fingers making Gerdur gasp, unable to tell her to stop as Raven kissed her again, Raven's sweet taste marred slightly by the salty taste of Signar's cum.
Raven quickly proved her previous thought correct, she'd never have to finish herself off with Raven, unlike when she let Hod fuck her. Gripping the table tightly she felt her body convulse as waves of pleasure overcame her, moaning into Raven's mouth as Raven grinned.
"Hm, that will do for now," Raven teased as she pulled her hand back and licked her fingers clean with a grin, making Gerdur's eyes widen as she panted, gulping at the hungry look in her eyes. "Fix your clothes, I'll go and get cleaned and wake up Sig-whatever his name is, and I'll meet you two later," Raven said as she turned and walked back upstairs, the swaying of her hips drawing Gerdur's eyes even as she quickly rearranged her clothes.
As Raven reached the top of the stairs, she clicked her fingers causing the still comatose Signar to blink several times, looking around in confusion.
"Well? Show me the way, we've wasted enough time," Gerdur said sternly, making him jump up in confusion which cleared moments later.
"Of course, we locked them up but they don't seem in a rush to escape," Signar laughed, making her blink in confusion.
Why wouldn't they want to escape?
The answer became incredibly apparent as she reached the basement they used to temporarily lock up criminals, spotting the horse-sized wolf sitting in front of the three terrified young thieves, drooling slightly as they cowered in the corner.
"Gerdur, good you're here," Alvor said, chuckling as he patted Fenrir on the back. "These three got caught trying to break into Lucan's shop last night, they tried to run but Fenrir here put a stop to that, they gave up immediately when he decided to chase them down," Alvor said with a deep laugh, before sighing and pulling her aside. "They're survivors from Helgen apparently, basically kids. Normally thieves would get the usual treatment but-"
She understood why he trailed off. They didn't have a prison, and the closest one was in Whiterun, which could take them a good week or so to reach, and they weren't going to spare the manpower to drag some criminal all the way to Whiterun and give them a dozen chances to escape. That was just part of life away from the cities.
Normally thieves paid for their crimes in blood, but the three looked like they were only a few winters older than Frodnar.
She'd be surprised if any of them had seen their twentieth winter.
That said, letting criminals go without punishment made them look like an easy target for bandits and thieves alike, they'd made that mistake before.
"Aye, I see the problem," Gerdur said, looking over the three.
"One of them had a dagger, took a stab at Orgmar, managed to give him a pretty deep cut but that visiting bard girl knows a thing or two about medicine and bandaged him up," Alvor said, nodding towards the single girl in the trio, the only one scowling at them as the two boys tried not to make eye contact, thoroughly intimidated by Fenrir.
Hearing the door upstairs open, she turned and watched as Raven, now looking perfectly decent (aside from the tightness of her clothes), walked down the stairs, beaming as she spotted Fenrir.
Filling her in, they weren't particularly surprised when she turned to her… pet.
"Aww, did you catch some criminals? Good boy, Fenrir, who's a good boy? You are, yes you are," Raven said in a babyish voice as she petted him, scratching beneath his chin as one of his legs pounded against the ground, his tail wagging furiously. "So, I take it you don't want me to just feed them to Fen?"
"No one would complain if we did," one of the militiamen said, Orgmar's brother if she remembered correctly, making the three shiver and cower deeper into the corner.
"But no, we probably don't," Alvor added, making Raven scratch her chin before she pulled out one of the books from her backpack, scribbling something.
"Hm, hey Alvor, think you could make this?" Raven said, tossing the book to him as he frowned, looking at her sketch.
"Hm, looks simple enough. Why?" Alvor asked, making her grin.
"That, my friends, is called a stockade. It's an old form of punishment I learned about in my studies. Wanna try it out?" Raven asked, making them turn to each other, Alvor shrugging.
It was better than anything they could think of, so why not?
— Alvor — Later —
Watching as the Stockade was set up in a nice, public area, he nodded to the men who were holding the criminals.
Forcibly stripping the trio, he wasn't surprised when they didn't put up a fight with Fenrir still watching them with rather hungry eyes, even the hotheaded girl barely struggled as the fur clothes were pulled from her body, quickly covering her small breasts and mound with her hands as she glowered at them.
Opening the stockades, the three were forced to bend over at the waist as their heads and arms were placed into the slots, having the heavy wood brought back down and clamped into place, trapping them.
He'd had to recreate that part a couple of times to get it right, but he could see the benefit of it. They weren't going anywhere, that was good strong wood and until the lock was undone they weren't going to be able to get out.
"What's the point of this again?" one of his men asked, making Raven giggle.
"Shame can be a far better punishment than pain~," Raven said in a sing-song voice, reaching into the box of rotting food she'd gotten from Lucan and taking aim as he suddenly laughed. "Humiliation is a good teacher."
Ahh, now it was all falling into place.
Watching as one of the men got hit in the face with a rotten tomato, he chuckled to himself. This was a punishment alright, and they'd not be so quick to try stealing from them again after a few days of this.
"Why did you have me make four of these 'stockades'?" Alvor asked, making her grin as she looked towards him and leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"Are you saying you can't think of any benefit to having me or Sigrid naked and helpless, bent over like that?" Raven whispered, making him pause as he felt himself start to harden, giving her a hungry look.
"Ah, you're always one step ahead of us, aren't you?" Alvor asked, giving her backside a rough squeeze as she grinned.
"I knew you'd see things my way," Raven giggled, watching as one of the watching villagers picked up a rotten vegetable and gave it an experimental throw, encouraging the crowd to join in.
"Then let's head back and test it out," Alvor said, gripping her waist tightly, uncaring of the curious looks from the villagers, several glancing at Sigrid expecting her to react.
But Sigrid was a good girl, she just gave them a small smile as she shook her head in amusement, heading back herself.
How would they react if they knew she was wearing nothing under that thick cloak she had on? That she had his seed leaking from her pussy and ass? He almost wanted to tell her to take it off and walk home naked, but he refrained.
"As you wish~"
"Make sure nobody actually hurts the fools, and that nobody gets any ideas about the girl," he ordered, making one of the militia nod. "You can look, but no touching. We'll let the lads out in a day or two, the girl a bit longer since she thought stabbing a guard was a good idea," Alvor said with a satisfied smile.
He'd probably have the two lads work the mine if that idea panned out, giving them a proper way to earn their septims.
But for now, he had some much more fun work to do.
Bonus Scene — Lucan Valerius
Raven was a genius, she truly was.
Not because of the stockades or the mine, though it was nice to know that more profits were coming towards Riverwood, but because she'd found a way to make rotting vegetables valuable.
He'd made quite the tidy sum selling garbage he was going to throw out.
The way she smiled at him as she left told him she knew he'd do this, that she approved of his entrepreneurial spirit.
Maybe he should give her a cut? That'd only be fair, right? Raven deserved it, and maybe it'd make her smile at him again.
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