JoS/Henriette/33rd Journal - Traveling Elsewhere

Second Seed, 22nd, 4E 203

Up until today, I had never been outside Skyrim. I wasn't expecting the world to be too different right on the other side of the border, but I was proven wrong quickly. The climate here is warmer, and the trees are much greener. Not that many pines around either.

In order to get to Elsweyr, we have to go through Cyrodiil, and that's where we are right now. The border crossing southeast of Riften is the safest route, and the route from Riften to Cheydinhal is honestly not any longer than the route to Windhelm or Whiterun. We'll stay for some nights here in Cheydinhal for trade, and I've had plenty of time to see the city for myself.

The city is beautiful with all of its greenery and wooden buildings and quite different in architecture from what I'm used to in Skyrim. This place also has a history with the Dark Brotherhood, as this is where one of their sanctuaries used to be located. Maybe we can branch into here sometime in the future? There are other sanctuaries in this province as well, but this is probably the closest by!

There's also a sizeable Dunmeri presence in this city, kind of like in Windhelm. The city is just by the border of Morrowind, so this has always been the case. They aren't as badly persecuted as they are in Windhelm either, but I can imagine the relations being a little sour here because Morrowind isn't part of the empire any more.

It's a shame I don't get to enjoy this trip with my friends and instead have to do most of it alone. Kharjo has been keeping me company, and it's good to get to know him better. He's one of Ahkari's bodyguards, remember? I think I once wrote about him. I believe we're becoming good friends, so at least I won't get bored.

I don't want to spend too much time sitting down. Like, who knows when I get a chance to revisit this place. Best take full advantage of my visit while I can! I also want to see what it's like outside the walls after all and inspect all of nature's beauty…

I'll write more about my travels once we make it to our next waypoint, which will be Bravil.

Second Seed, 25th, 4E 203

If there's one regret I will probably have from this journey, it's not being able to visit the Imperial City. Our road to Bravil took us past it along the Niben River, and the White-Gold Tower sure was a sight to see. I also got a chance to see many of the scars that are still present in this province, thanks to the great war. Nowhere was this more present on our trip than to the south of Lake Rumare.

Now, Bravil… Oh, where to even begin…

This city has been hit hard by the war and obviously has seen better days. If the words of my several Khajiiti companions are to believe though, this city has always been a shithole. People here are poor because of organized crime, and Bravil is infamous for being the drug capital of Cyrodiil. Also, Night Mother used to be buried here, but that's another story.

I wasn't expecting any sort of adventure, but you know, it was getting late, and I insisted on at least walking around to see what this city is all about… Didn't take long for me to be approached by a stranger. He was an Orc, dressed in saggy pants and a leather vest, wearing nothing else. He asked if I was looking for some good time, offering me fifty gold septims for a blowjob. He said all this in the middle of the street, and the sun wasn't even down. I told him in no uncertain terms to bugger off, asking do I look like a hooker to him?

I should've known something was up when he corrected himself, saying he meant to say five hundred, not fifty, but all I could see and hear was a rain of shiny golden coins in front of me. He even showed me that he had the money! I ended up following him, only to let myself get jumped on from behind and smacked across my head with a club. At least, I think it was a club. It was a blunt weapon, that's for sure. Kind of stupid for me to let my guard down like that.

When I came to, I woke up to the sight of the very same Orc going in and out of me with his filthy dick. There were five men around me, and they had been raping me for quite some time. Their cum covered my clothes and skin, and my hands had been tied tight behind my back. I warned them to let me go at once, but they didn't care. He just said that they'll stop once they're done.

About ten minutes later, there was some commotion on the streets, and they sort of just took off quietly, never even announcing why, and just left me lying in the dark alleyway. I still couldn't move, and my hands were still tied, and I was a little confused at the whole situation.

A young girl came to my aid; Redguard, around my size, I'm guessing either nine or ten. She asked me if I was okay as she untied the bindings, expressing concern over how I was treated by those thugs. I simply thanked her and tried to convince her that I was fine… I was just a little angry that I let myself be taken advantage of like that. More importantly, I asked why did the men flee? She explained to have seen what was going on and had reported the thugs to the guards.

She took me to her tiny little shack after that. Her name is Kanna, and she's got a very sweet personality. Like, she's just about the sweetest young lady you can imagine. She acts way more mature than she looks too. It was almost as if I got this big sister or mommy vibe from her, and I'm not sure why. She also feels a little "off", if that's the right word… Not to say there's anything wrong with her. Maybe it's just a weird sense of humor, or her mannerism, or her pattern of speech in general? Not that I care. She offered me some fresh, sweet pastry and even offered me a warm bath. I was happy to receive such hospitalities, especially after having my body soiled by a bunch of damn lowlifes.

Still, I have a hard time believing she lives alone here. I mean, the house is poor and kind of empty, but it's not like this is a slum or anything.

She got very curious about me when I said I'm from Skyrim, and she mouth gaping asked if I really traveled all the way from there. She started asking me about all kinds of stuff, like cold, dragons, and the civil war… You know, the only things that spring to foreigners' minds these days when they hear "Skyrim". She also mentioned something about having a job there and joked about how great it would be if our paths crossed one day.

Well, she never said it out loud, but I kind of read between the words that she's an adventurer… She didn't have any armor or weapons at her little home though… Most curious… Could be a traveling merchant for all I know…

I asked about what kind of job this is, and my curiosity got her all excited. I think she's looking for someone who left for an adventure some months ago, but hasn't come back… At least that's the impression I got? He wasn't being very clear, not that she seemed particularly worried about this someone's well-being either. Still, she insisted that it's very important for him to return, even if he had to be - and I quote - "dragged by his hairy testicles". When I asked who this person was, she blushed and, with a broad smile on her face, said "my master".

Well, we had to split up quickly after that. It was getting late, and I didn't want to keep my companions worried about me since we'll be departing early tomorrow morning, and I'll need to stay well-slept and sharp.

Not quite the day I expected, but eventful nonetheless. I was hoping to see some more sights, but oh well… Perhaps this is for the best, especially since there aren't many "sights" to see in this city anyway. Our next stop should be Rimmen, and I'm unsure what to expect. I hear it's a beautiful city, but we'll see!

Second Seed, 26th, 4E 203

It's easy to have your mind blown when you go on to discover amazing things with zero expectations.

Rimmen is a city with a lot of history. Despite being located in the historical province of Elsweyr, it's not actually part of the Aldmeri Dominion but rather an independent city-state. It's a pretty multicultural society with only about half of its population actually being Khajiit, but that doesn't mean that the local culture isn't on full display. Still, due to this, I didn't have to worry too much about being seen as an "outsider". On that topic, Ahkari warned me about some of the Khajiit further south being really unfriendly towards both man and the mer - especially the human races.

Overall, the city is extremely pretty! Gold and ivory, statues and domes, waterways and canals too! The marketplace was huge and so busy too, and the food is beyond delicious!

Negatives? One, it's too big, so it's easy to get lost, and two, it's too damn hot in here! The sun is too damn bright and scorching hot here in the south! I don't care though… I probably should, but whatever!

It's such a shame we won't be staying here for longer. Like, why did we spend so much time in Cheydinhal but not here? Don't they have trading to conduct here?

Anyway, another thing I learned is that the Khajiit come in many different forms, actually, and no, I'm not talking just about the color of their fur… In fact, some of them don't even have fur… Sure, I learned that there are SOME significant differences between them as some of them may look more feline than the others, but I had no idea some of the Khajiit look like literal cats, walking on four legs and all! Some of them are bigger than sabre cats too! Like holy fuck! And then I even saw this - what did Kharjo call him again… Alfiq? That thing was so small… I kinda wanted to pet him…

Anyway, this province sure is proving to be quite an interesting one. I wonder what kind of wonders I run into further down the road to the south!

Second Seed, 27th, 4E 203

Almost there!

We're currently camping north of Senchal, which lies at the southernmost point of Quin'rawl peninsula. Going through the Tenmar Forest was a slow and dangerous path, but at least it's behind us.

What's also behind us is the desert. I thought that the sun was going to cook me alive! How can it be so fucking hot in here? Kharjo made fun of me for "sweating", but damn it, I wasn't joking, not for a single second! Does he not realize I'm a vampire and don't handle the sun very well?

That's a joke, by the way… They don't have a clue…

The state of Pelletine - the place we're in - is very loyal to the Aldmeri Dominion, being its client state. I'm sure there's opposition, but the Thalmor presence here is strong, and they effectively rule the place, and there's a lot of support too. I hear some Khajiit even worship the Thalmor as their saviors due to what happened a hundred or so years ago during the "Void Nights" when Masser and Secunda disappeared from the skies for some years. I was never taught of such history in Skyrim, but assuming it's all true, my gut says that the Thalmor are either A) lying through their teeth about bringing the moons back, or B) they caused their disappearance in the first place, which wouldn't really make them heroes for making them reappear.

Still, despite the Thamlor presence being strong, I'm pretty damn sure I won't be recognized by a single Justiciar during my stay here, but that doesn't mean I can let my guard around them. The same can also be said about Khajiiti locals because even if my crimes across the border are not known here, I do raise a lot of suspicions because those like me are a rare sight in these lands. Elves and bipedal cats, sure, but not pale-skinned humans. A human in the jungle is about as rare a sight as a Khajiit in the tundra! Being in a company of Khajiit traders probably saved me from suspicion, but that didn't stop the locals from staring, as was apparent in this small and charming village built by a river. I never asked what that place is called though.

We've been going over the plan for tomorrow, and first, I want to touch on the dangers. First of all, being detained by the local law enforcement would be a game over, and it's what I need to avoid at all costs. Like I said, being the human that I am, I raise A LOT of suspicion. Thalmor would probably see me as an Imperial spy, and that's the best-case scenario. Worst case, they mistake me for a pirate or a bandit. I wonder if they would prefer to torture me for information or a confession or just immediately execute me? Ah, fuck… I better not do anything stupid.

So, the plan. I obviously have to get inside Rah'jin's mansion, which is also the headquarters for the local guild. Yeah, it's quite different from how they operate in Riften. No hiding or anything, just put your wealth out there in the open. The easiest way to get inside will be to join their guild. Now, you might be thinking, that's crazy, that's never going to work, they're going to be suspicious as fuck with some little bitch who they don't even know just walking in to join this organization out of the blue! Well, that's what I'm thinking too… Ahkari keeps telling me that I should just trust her, and that's just how they operate here in the south. The local guild doesn't do any background checks on potential recruits due to how many of them there are, and in the end, the skills of the thief triumph all. They'll probably just test my skills in the same way Brynjolf once tested me when he recruited me, so I doubt it'll be anything too complicated.

We'll depart tomorrow morning as soon as we wake up to complete our journey, meaning we should arrive afternoon. Looking forward to seeing how this plan works out.

Second Seed, 28th, 4E 203

This city has seen many transformations and been passed on between various leaders, but this place has always been famous for its markets and busy seaports. In fact, it's currently the richest and busiest on the shores of the Topal Sea. Like Rimmen, it's massive, and while there are a lot of similarities between the two, this one has an entirely different architectural flare. In its current form, it's seen as a rich, luxurious holiday resort with all-year summer by all the snotty Altmer nobles and scheming Khajiit businessmen, but that's just sugarcoating. Wealth inequality is enormous here, and crime - especially illegal trade - is still as busy here as it has ever been.

I also got to learn something interesting today. You see, Karliah did tell me a lot about what Rah'jin is like, and Ahkari had some stories too, but all this time, I haven't been too interested in writing about him. Karliah always called him delusional, and now I've learned one of the reasons why. He only took the name of Rah'jin after getting to the leadership position, after being widely regarded as the greatest thief of the 4th era Elsweyr. Well, who did he name himself after? Rajhin, the Thief god of the Khajiiti pantheon. Apparently, the guy literally sees himself as the second coming of the greatest thief to ever live and says he now carries a new name in his new mortal form.

I haven't met him yet but fuck me, what a nut. Anyway, back on topic.

Despite not being a local guild member herself, Ahkari has friends inside and could point a finger towards someone I could approach. His name is Akhdar. My best chance at getting inside the guild was through him because there's no way anyone else would've given me the job. Where to find him? In the place called Black Kiergo. Imagine Riften's Ratway, except much busier. All kinds of nasty shit go down here all the way from pit fighting and gambling to indulgences of sin like sex and drugs. Pirates especially love this place since getting here from the harbor isn't exactly difficult.

This is also where for the first time during this journey, I felt like my appearance led to some unwanted attention. It's a good thing nobody tried to grope or grab me; as long as it's just nasty words and lusty eyes, I can handle it.

I found Akhdar where I was told to find him, sitting alone on a corner table in a shady tavern. He must've anticipated me coming his way because even before I even got a word in, he told me to go away, for he wasn't interested in whatever service I was offering. I inquired about Thieves Guild, but he feigned ignorance. I dropped Ahkari's name, which made his ears perk up. After that, the short conversation went as follows.

"I know you're a scout for the Guild", I said.

He crossed his arms, still quiet, eyeing me down. "Yes, this one could work", he said, smiling eerily. "It has charisma and a step as quiet as a feather." As his eyes gazed on the belt around my hip holding up my skirt, he also saw the weapons I was carrying. "It also has a killer instinct… A beautiful weapon, yes?"

"Beautiful weapon…" I replied and smiled widely. I've never really had a nickname, not one that fits me anyway, but I think there's one. "I like that."

"Khajiit knows just the test for you", he said and whipped out a small deck of cards from his pocket. He shuffled through it fast until he found what he was looking for and threw it my way. He didn't manage to catch me by surprise, so I had no problem picking it up with my right index- and middle fingers. Before I managed to see what was written on it, he gave me a lesson, or rather, a reminder about what I already knew. "Beauty can be a deadly weapon, but also a big, glaring bull's eye. It's meaningless if one can't wield it correctly. Depending on what it's used on, it can backfire dramatically."

Yeah, yeah, beauty is a curse, that's such a lame and narcissistic thing for a girl to say, but it's true. It absolutely is! There are just so many perverts out there that want to take advantage of pretty girls sexually, and not all of them have good intentions! Some do, and thank fuck for them for making life enjoyable, but not all!

I took a look at the test given to me. I was meant to steal a diamond ring from a wealthy businessman. That sounds very easy until you consider that he is infamous for never taking it off. Some common rules like "no violence" also apply here, so physical harm is out of the question. Akhdar made this very clear; if word gets around that someone's been doing violent work in Guild's name, I'll pay dearly. He also provided me with a replica of the very ring my target carries, which I'm supposed to replace the real treasure with.

My target is a Bosmer named Galator, owner of a general store in the center of the town. As I'm writing this down, his shop is busy, so approaching him now is out of the question, but he won't be keeping his store open forever, and I've got some other valuable info as well. I spent some thirty minutes looking for him first and then sixty minutes tailing him on the streets, gathering tabs. I wondered why Akhdar picked this one for me, but from what I've seen, watching Galator walk the streets alongside his two bodyguards, he's got his eyes glued to almost every pretty elf he walks by… Not so much Khajiit though. I guess he's not into furry girls. Each to their own, I guess.

So, that's the job. I have no idea if he's actually into humans or children, but I don't think Akhdar would've picked this job if there was no chance for me. Or, maybe he picked an impossible job, and maybe this is just a setup to have me captured and enslaved. Who knows!? I'll enjoy a quick nap in the shade at the caravan because it's likely going to be a long evening.

Damn it, it's so hot though… Am I going to even get any rest?

Second Seed, 29th, 4E 203

And here I was wondering if my target would be into me…

I walked into his store thirty minutes before it would close. There were still some customers in the store, so I was just looking around, window shopping, seeing what he had to offer. His store reminded me of Belethor's shop in Whiterun because he has all kinds of bits and pieces in his inventory. If there is one general focus he seemed to have though, it was an emphasis on jewelry. I got especially interested in the piercings he had on display. There was one pair of earrings I REALLY wanted to buy. Eighteen karat golden hoops, not the purest gold you could find but quite extravagant anyway, each studded with eighteen tiny rubies… And by tiny, I also mean inexpensive, relatively speaking anyway. Rubies are still rubies, and gold is gold. He was also selling navel piercings, but I've never thought about getting one. Would it even look good on me? Depends on the outfit, I guess… I also already have this tattoo, which is probably enough… Sometimes less is more, as they say…

Along with those thoughts, I wondered how exactly I should try to seduce my target. I didn't have a plan on paper, just a general idea of what to do, as evident by the fact that I was in his store around closing time… Well, in the end, I didn't have to get to him, as he got to me first.

The shop was suddenly empty, and he was standing behind me. He caught me by surprise, asking if I was up to no good, accusing me of theft. I obviously had done nothing, so I turned around and raised my hands in the air, smiling as I stated I didn't even have any pockets, saying I had nothing to hide. "Come on", I spoke softly, "tap and search me if you want".

I thought he would take on an offer, and his eyes clearly told me that he wanted to lay his hands on me, but he resisted his urges, saying that he was just joking around about calling me a thief. He was, in fact, asking if I needed any help with my purchase, considering I was eyeing some of his most expensive merchandise… I guess striking a deal and making money was important to him even while trying to get his cock wet…

I took on the opportunity, because like I said, I was really keen on buying that pair of earrings I mentioned. I pointed at them, I knew they were going to cost me a thousand gold septims, and I knew I had enough money on me. (I brought a lot with me because I could just bring everything home by caravan.) However, this gentleman didn't have to know that. All he had to know was that I was interested in negotiations…

I loosened my belt with my thumb, pressed my skirt down just enough for him to get a full view of my tattoo and a good glimpse of my panties, and smiling shyly, I made a suggestion. "I happen to be a little short on cash", I said, "so could a small discount be at all possible?"

"Why, of course", he replied, inquiring if I was in a hurry. I am, after all, quite young, and he wouldn't want to keep me occupied for long when my parents might be looking for me or waiting for me somewhere. I guess he mistook me for some traveling nobleman's daughter… I mean, humans probably visit this place a lot despite being at odds with the dominion…

My reply was simple: "I'm in no hurry, nobody's waiting for me…"

After that, he gave his personal guards orders to close the shop early. What's fifteen minutes of the shop being closed when you're about to make mad cash by selling gold jewelry and get laid in the process, am I right? Those were his thoughts, probably. That horny fool.

He led me upstairs to his bedroom, and after closing the door, he practically got on his knees, groping me and copping a feel of my chest, belly, and butt, trying to slide his hands under my clothes, succeeding for the most part. I tried to push him away, still giggling playfully as he tried his best to kiss me and insisted on negotiating the terms. His initial offer was pretty generous… He must've been clouded by lust to offer a quarter off the price to sleep with me, an offer that I should've reasonably taken, but I was looking to have fun too. I grabbed his cock, which was pressing through his clothes, and said that for half off, I'd let him cum inside me as many times as he wanted… And he didn't even object! I could happily allow him to finish undressing me, and I let him take all the kisses he wanted.

Before long, he had me sitting on his lap butt naked with my back against him, and he was toying with me using his hands, still kissing me from behind. I was expecting him to be eager to just fuck me, but his foreplay lasted for so long, and he was so good too. He made me cum many times just by playing with my clit, and his fingers made my nipples so sore. He kept asking me questions about my age, height, and even weight, and I answered as truthfully as possible. I did lie about still being ten because that's just my physical age… He just loved going on and on about how young and how precious I am…

By the time I had reached my fifth clitoral climax, I was already shaking and panting, with my facial expression probably begging for his cock, but all I wanted to do was play and act clueless. He must've known I was actually experienced, but it didn't matter to him, as long as I was acting more innocent than I actually am. He really liked that for some reason, not that it stopped him from pushing my face and body against the mattress and taking me from behind.

He came in with one quick push and started ramming me silly. Being the fine bitch I am, I made sure to put a lot of effort into lovemaking as well. I think I might've made him cum a little faster than he initially wanted, but based on how he sounded when he filled me for the first time, he didn't mind. Besides, like I said, it was only the first time.

Bosmer men may be shortest among all the males of Tamriel, but they've renowned for their regenerative abilities when it comes to stamina… Of course, that translates well into love-life as well. One load wasn't going to calm down his boner. We did it more than once because of course he wanted to get his money's worth. Still, he let me go by my own pace between his own spurts, as being in complete control of the situation wasn't the first priority for him. For him, having me do some of the work to make the sex pleasurable was just as enjoyable as dominating me was! He absolutely loved how proactive I was with him. The first time around, I revitalized him with my mouth, after which he laid me down on the bed on my side and proceeded to do me again.

At that point, I was all for just having that cock as close to my crotch as possible, and I wasn't willing to let him go limp. I climbed on top of him and rubbed my quim against his cock, until I just couldn't take it anymore and took it in. I rode him for a good while until he just felt like retaking control. I took him in missionary position to close things off and even wrapped and locked my legs across his hips and lower torso, because why not. Sadly, even though I was still full of energy and raring to go for more, he was spent, totally done. We cuddled for a while before he allowed himself to pass out.

It was time for work.

In his own bedroom with him passed out cold from intense fucking, stealing the ring from him was just about the easiest thing ever. I compared his ring with Akhdar's replica, and sure enough, they're indistinguishable by the naked eye. Sure, his jewel is invaluable, while the fake one is made from stained glass, but it's going to take a long while before he realizes he's been had… By that time, I'll be long gone from this city…

As for the earrings? Well, I did think about stealing them first, but I didn't want to have him be suspicious of me. Besides, he was a good lover. I left the money on his table along with a "thank you" letter.

My final business for the night was meeting with Akhdar again to deliver the stolen goods. He was impressed with me and said he'd forward the information to Rah'jin about a promising candidate for the guild. Does this mean I'm now a member? Well, not officially, not until the big boss himself decides what to do with me, but according to Akhdar, I succeeded with a complicated job, so there should be no reason for Rah'jin to refuse, especially with Akhdar vouching for me. That'll have to wait for tomorrow though.

I'm going to try to get some actual sleep now. It sucks that I won't be able to conduct my business during nights, but that's beyond my control. Besides, I'm really not used to this climate, and sleeping when the sun is up is fucking impossible. No way I would be able to get proper rest… At least the nights are cooler.

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