JoS/Henriette/15th Journal - Dirty Work

Midyear, 7th, 4E 202

I decided to ride through Morthal on my way to Dawnstar when I remembered that one part of Mehrunes' Razor might be located there. It was a rather good opportunity for me to stop by in that little cottage. I'm sure that the owner won't miss it.

After delivering it to the museum, I decided to visit the Sanctuary too. They have done a good job at taking care of the contracts given to me by the Night Mother, par for one. One of the initiates sent to take care of her target had never returned.

It's quite similar to my first real contract in the sense that it's located in some Dwemer ruin buried under the snow. I was planning on continuing my trip and leaving straight away, but since it's not actually too far from here, I suggested going to look for her and perhaps even take out the contract myself. After all, as the Listener, I feel like I have a duty to look over the members of my family.

It's getting a little late for me to leave though. Sun is rising, and I had a long ride. I'll get to that the following night. Judging from my personal experience, it's not like those bandits are going to kill her… I hope…

Midyear, 8th, 4E 202

I suspect that those guys could've actually been connected to the same group of Bandits I dealt with when I was on that contract for Muiri. There were just too many similarities between these two groups to be a mere coincidence. What's sure is that this large organization of bandits is on some rich scumbag's payroll and that they're really, really interested in these ruins.

Wait a minute… Could it be that even those guys in Alftand were connected to this same group as well? What was it that Umana called what they're looking for again… "A valuable shard of metal"? Huh, makes me wonder… Could Blackreach be accessed through this place as well? I find it hard to believe that there's just one entrance to that place. I mean, there were so many of those lifts too…

Anyway, these bandits themselves are some kinds of smugglers and traffickers. They mainly deal with Skooma, as apparent by the fact that they have a lot of it. None of them seemed intoxicated either, which also is a dead giveaway since the drug dealers rarely use the drugs themselves. They just use them as leverage over their victims. I also think they might be involved in slave trade as well.

When I came here, the Initiate was still alive. She didn't recognize me at first. She probably thought I was with the bandits, but she understood when I referred to her as a sister. She figured out that I must be the Listener, that one girl who isn't around all that often. She was honored, but at the same time, ashamed to have me come for her. I said that it's okay, I won't think less of her. I've faced a fair share of embarrassing defeats myself. She said that she's still up to complete her contract, so together, we decided to delve deeper to face her target. I was more than happy to let her have the glory. I would feel bad stealing a kill from our fresh up-and-coming Initiate.

She did a good job. Snuck up to that bandit chief like a professional and killed him.

After that, we returned straight to the Sanctuary. She hadn't been able to figure out why the bandits were in that specific ruin, so I guess it'll remain a mystery for now. Since I have given out the next set of contracts, I have no reason to stay here any longer. I have more business to attend to.

Midyear, 10th, 4E 202

I stopped by in Rorikstead yesterday. I had some unfinished business there, if you know what I mean. It took me a little more than I anticipated to return there, but it's all fine now.

Sissel said that she had waited for me to come back for a long time, and of course, I apologized. She said that she was fed up, and that she had enough with her father abusing her, and practically begged me to get rid of him as I promised I would. Even if I didn't end up adopting her, she would much rather live in an orphanage.

Well, say no more, my dear Sissel…

I waited until night to extract my plan. I had something in my mind… A kind of artistic vision I wanted to express. I haven't gotten around actually murdering people like this in a while, so it'll be an exciting change of pace from killing bandits.

He was working late that night, later than two of his laborers. It made him a very easy target. I could've killed him there and then, but it wasn't enough. I had to send a proper message, so I enchanted his mind instead, bent his will to my own, and I told him to come to meet me behind his own farmhouse after midnight. There, I waited for him.

On that note, I probably wouldn't have even had to use magic on him… This horny old dog has lost his wife, the love of his life, and nowadays only unleashes his sexual urges on his daughter. He was obviously a pedophile, so seducing him to meet me even without my vampiric powers would've probably been easy. Either way, better safe than sorry.

I told him to hold still, and I took an Imperial sword I had stolen from the local blacksmith. He must've snapped from my magic at that point, but it was already too late for him. I cut his head off clean, letting out a light giggle as it hit the ground with a heavy thud. It was hard to resist, but I didn't want to leave bite marks. I couldn't… It was so, so very hard not to bite into his flesh… I bet it would've been delicious…

Instead, I stripped him naked, laid his back against the wall, kind of like setting him in a sitting position. I wanted to leave my murder weapon here, but I wasn't really sure how to present it… How to make this masterpiece look more aesthetic, I thought. Should I drive it through his heart, or perhaps down his throat, maybe even stick it up his ass? So many choices… I ended up walking a few yards away from him, threw it at him, and watched where it would land. It wasn't the cleanest hit. Throwing swords isn't my specialty, but whatever.

As for his arms and his head, I had a special plan… I twisted and turned them, kind of positioning them like he was holding something. Now, what of what should he be holding? Why, his own head, of course. I was so proud of my creation. It was surprisingly fun!

I would love to stay to hear the aftermath, but I'm sure Sissel will tell me all about it. So, that's why I decided to leave Rorikstead. I kind of already know where his kids will be going from here, and even in the case of me being wrong… Well, I'll find her, and I'll adopt her.

As for Britte, her bitch of a sister? Well, she can stay in that orphanage for all I care. Maybe she'll get adopted into a proper family and get someone decent to parent and raise her, a parent that can maybe teach her some respect and not to be a bully.

Next stop, Riverwood. I'm going to hear Delphine out on what she really needs help with. I still don't like her, but maybe we can at least get on better terms.

Midyear, 11th, 4E 202

When I got into the inn, Delphine said that she was glad I was back and that we may have started on the wrong foot. I reminded her that I had nothing to prove to her and that she summoned me because SHE needs my help, not the other way around.

She then said it. "Yes", the simple answer I was looking for. She finally agreed with me and said that I was one hundred percent correct.

She said that the reason she's contacting me now is that more and more dragons seem to be coming back every day and that something or somebody is bringing them back to life. It's not just one or two sightings in a week anymore; dragons are being sighted daily in all parts of Skyrim. Some have probably been even flying outside the borders and into neighboring provinces! She also said that she knows where the next one will be resurrected and that we should head there to figure out who or what's behind this. I asked, why not do it alone? She said that she doesn't exactly have the tools to take out a dragon. If I truly am a Dragonborn, it should be in my interest to see what I'm up against. After all, I'm the one who can devour their souls…

So, we'll be heading towards Kynesgrove, a small village just south of Windhelm. I asked her if it's okay for us to travel separately, that I would probably want to ask for my companions to come along. If we're fighting a dragon, extra hands won't hurt. After thinking about it for a while, she reluctantly said "fine". I think she knows who I'm talking about, and she knows that girl can be trusted even though she's a little crazy in the head.

So, that's the plan. I'll update you later, my dearest diary.

Midyear, 12th, 4E 202

Sofia and Serana both expressed worry because my travels lasted way longer than they anticipated. I didn't tell the whole truth, and they probably realized I was hiding something. Regardless, I did assure them that I didn't get into any real trouble, and neither of them didn't push me further. I might reveal the truth later.

Well anyway, I told them to pack their things so we can get on the move. No time to explain. I'm so glad that they were ready to put on their armor at a moment's notice. From there, we hurried to Kynesgrove. Luckily the road there wasn't long; just walk downstream the Darkwater river to Darkwater Crossing, a small mine nearby our home, and from there, it's almost a straight path to Kynesgrove.

When we made it there, Delphine was already there, and so was that thing raising dragons from the dead. Villagers were already running away in fear, telling us to get away too, but I simply told them that we're here to hunt some dragons, not free them. They thought we were mad!

So anyway, I learned two important things here.

First, the thing that is rising dragons from the dead, from these dragon mounds, is actually a dragon himself. I assume it's a he, since he sounds like a he, but who am I to tell what a lady dragon sounds like? They probably roar all the same. Is there even such a thing as a lady dragon? Are they gendered creatures, and if so, are they born with their gender, or do they just pick their preference like some daedra do?

I'm getting sidetracked. He's bigger than the others, and his scales were as black as night… And he talked to me too, recognizing me as the Dragonborn. He was mocking me for taking the name of a Dovah despite not even being fluent in their tongue. We were left to fight the dragon it had raised and compared to many other dragons we have faced recently… Well, it was a weakling. I could've killed it alone. I barely needed help. Even Sofia joked about it, asking what was the point of me fetching her and Serana if I was going to do all the work alone anyway was?

The second thing I learned was that Delphine is with the Blades, or what remains of them. She was mighty impressed with me, and now she had no choice but to believe that I really am a real deal. If only you saw it from the start. I even showed my voice to you back then, you silly woman…

The Blades were wiped out after the great war by the Thalmor, she said. In the past, they used to be aligned with the Emperor as his private elite guard, but even before that, they used to serve the Dragonborn. Well, the Emperors themselves possessed the dragon blood, but I digress. They obviously haven't had a real meaning for existing since the last Septim died. Still, with my appearance and with the return of the dragons, she thinks they finally have a purpose and a reason to rebuild, reorganize and return.

She doesn't actually know about that black dragon, what or who it is, or who he's aligned with, but I… I can't believe I'm about to suggest this, but what I saw matched the description of the black dragon that destroyed Helgen and killed my parents, at least according to Hadvar. But could that really be it? It was the first time a dragon had been sighted since they reappeared on Tamriel, and if this is the one that's raising them from the dead… It really would be the same, wouldn't it? I didn't really even think about it when we first met it. Like, I only started theorizing about this after Delphine began asking me about the dragon…

I mentioned this to Delphine, and while she did once again show concern over my loss, her thoughts were more on looking forward and perhaps even looking at revenge. And, well… I guess she was right about what she said next as well. She said that if I'm right, it should be just more motivation for me to get to the bottom of this. Yeah, that's right. I want revenge, and considering that I'm Dragonborn, I might just have a chance.

So, we obviously need to figure out what that dragon is about, but we have no fucking clues where to start. I suggested asking the Greybeards, but she wasn't too hot on the idea… I think there's some bad blood between them, or perhaps just philosophical disagreements… The truth probably lies somewhere between. She suggested that she'd figure something out and that I should meet her in Riverwood in a few days and said that she'd even consider involving the Greybeards if need be.

I get to visit Riften now. Those thieves in the Ratway did have something in store for me, after all.

Midyear, 13th, 4E 202

Dear oh dear, it looks like Mercer is a little mad at me. He insists on giving a specific job to me, saying that I better succeed or else he's going to kick me out from the guild. He also said that if I kill or even harm anyone, getting kicked out from this guild might not be the worst thing to happen. In his eyes, I've been nothing but a leech on them, and I waste too much time doing everything else except actually helping the guild. I guess he's forgetting the part where I brought lots and lots of coin to the guild by actually using their services? I've also provided them with goods and loot from my adventures!

The mission is to go steal some papers from a Goldenglow Estate. There have been some… Things going on behind the scenes in the Rift. The client is called Maven Black-Briar, and she's not only the owner of one of the most famous breweries in Skyrim but a politically influential and wealthy figure in this city, and she is NOT happy. As for the estate, it's some bee farm. They make honey for mead… I think they make honey for the wrong meadery or something. I don't know, I don't really care either. Honningbrew, Black-Briar, and whatever other brands there are, they all taste the same to me. Don't let the Nords hear me say that though, because they would ally to tear me a second butthole regardless of what their own favorite brand is.

Other senior members here seem to be way more sympathetic and forgiving of my absence, and Brynjolf says that Mercer may be a little out of line here. Still, following his orders should be my priority number one. Mercer doesn't really like me, and he wants to get rid of me. Pissing Maven off further would be a bad move as well because whatever anger Mercer feels towards me would pale in comparison to Maven's rage. Brynjolf doesn't feel that way, which is why he's willing to offer me any help and information I need, but the kicker is that I have to do this alone.

And, yeah, that's when I had to turn towards Sofia and Serana and deeply apologize for going my own way again. They were both clearly saddened by it, but at the same time, they understood fully. I promised that we'd be going on an adventure together soon though.

I also talked with other members of the guild. Vex, most specifically, talked about her experiences on that island. Apparently, she tried this mission herself but failed, but Mercer can't just get rid of her when she's such an important member in this organization. Vex said that the best way to get into the island is through sewers. I have to figure out the rest.

That's when I remembered something, a little gift I got from the Jarl of Solitude. I showed Vex the gem I got, asking if it's worth anything. Well, apparently it is, but not alone really. I would need the whole collection… There are like twenty of them or something. She's not expecting me to collect them, which is good because no way in Oblivion I would waste my precious time hunting some hard-to-find collectibles that are barely worth anything.

Anyway, I need to get some sleep before I go on to infiltrate that little farm. I hope to report you of my success soon, my dearest diary.

Midyear, 14th, 4E 202

I followed the instructions given to me down to the slightest details. I infiltrated the island using the sewer, I stole what I was sent to steal, and then I made my glorious exit. Best of all, I didn't get caught or even have to kill anyone! I might've used some blood magic to seduce my victims to get around them, but it's not like anyone will know!

But still, even still, I might've messed up regardless… Oops!

I was told to burn down the beehives for extra reward, so I did that before leaving. I actually burned them all down, as per instructions given and written down to me. Mercer was SO pissed, but Brynjolf testified to the fact that I really was just following instructions, so Mercer couldn't really get rid of me. "This is on you", Brynjolf said to Mercer, but he wasn't having it. He said something along the lines of "You should've known better". Like, literally how!? Anyway, Mercer insisted on some manner of disciplinary action.

First, I didn't receive any pay, which sucked. Second, the client recognizes my talent but also insists that I must pay back for what I did and complete another job for her. Third, Mercer wanted to punish me personally. He said something along the lines of "disobedient little cunts need to be taught discipline". I saw him eyeing my body, so I knew exactly what was coming next.

Brynjolf was still present, and he began immediately reeling Mercer back, with him going on to argue that I'm just a child and there's no way he would allow Mercer to hurt me in a cruel manner. Mercer replied by saying that he didn't care if I'm a child, and that it honestly makes him want to discipline me more to set me straight and not disobey adults. Brynjolf reminded him that I wasn't disobeying anybody, to which Mercer replied by pointing out I'm rarely even present. It's only after Brynjolf said something along the lines of "punishing her would make her want to be here even less" that Mercer budged. It was a little strange because that old man was eyeing me with such contempt, and he had even threatened to fire me, yet that was the thing that made him reconsider punishing me?

"Fine", Mercer finally replied, "but only if you agree to punish her instead in my stead. Rape this stupid cunt. Show her some respect, so maybe she doesn't botch the next job ". And then, to my absolute surprise and joy, Brynjolf accepted. He seemed reluctant, but it was the best deal he was going to get. And me? Well, the narcissist in me, who finds that man sexy in at least three dozen different ways, was over the moon!

After Mercer left, Brynjolf apologized to me and said that he didn't want to do anything to hurt me, but I kept insisting it's okay, that I'll take my punishment, and I didn't mind at all. The whole thing must've been confusing for him, and I kind of feel sorry for him for that. He suggested that we could just "pretend" he's being rough, as there might be a chance Mercer could check on us, so we had to go with that plan.

First, he dragged me to a back room behind the Ragged Flagon, and he locked the door. He ordered me to get on my knees, and he told me to suck his dick. He didn't actually do anything himself, which kind of suggested to me that he might've thought that pretending didn't involve actual foreplay, but fuck it, I wasn't gonna let a golden opportunity slip past my fingers! As soon as I dropped on my knees, I grabbed his leathery belt with both my hands and eyed him up with a mischievous smile. He whispered, "what are you doing, lass", to which I responded by moving onto his buttons and pulling down his pants. He wasn't erect yet, but I was gonna help him get rock-hard.

"You told me to suck your dick", I whispered back, "so I'll do it as my punishment."

Sure enough, the silky-soft touch of my hands and the gentle warmth of my breath helped me get him ready. The smell overwhelmed me quick, and I couldn't resist coating it with my saliva any longer. I let my tongue caress his shaft before taking it between my lips. He had fallen quiet, and he was staring at me in disbelief. I swear, he looked so lovable and embarrassed, but I didn't want to be the one guiding the action. I reminded him that he was calling the shots and reminded him that he needed to punish me.

After that, he played along fully, although his reluctance was still visible through his horrible acting. He was mostly just instructing me about how I should go about my business. Stuff like "take it deeper", "suck it harder", mild namecalling… You know, ordinary stuff to make the act more fun, but nothing wild. I, of course, did everything he asked me to and made sure to follow all of his instructions to the letter, no matter how extreme they felt. Like, if he asked me to throat his cock hard, that's what I was gonna do.

I'm not sure if it was due to him being quick or me being skilled with my mouth, but he didn't last more than five minutes with me. I got him to moan, and I made his knees weak, and damn it, I made him coat my tongue with his cum. He held my head in and grabbed my hair lightly, and it was just so, so nice. He made me wet and want more, but he just whispered, "that's enough already". I had received my "punishment" in his eyes.

He honestly acted shocked, asking me stuff like, was I really okay with that? Well, because I was kind of feeling it, I said that I expected more but wouldn't mind him punishing me again in the future. Of course, I wouldn't dare to botch a job on purpose, so maybe, just maybe, reward me for a job well-done in the future instead? It made my heart race because I essentially admitted to him how I felt… At least he now knows I'm always ready for him…I hope he'll return those feelings in the future…

Ultimately and unfortunately, that was it, though. The only thing left really is that extra job I must do for Maven, but as she's busy throughout the day. In fact, I'm done with today myself, as I've been up for a long time, so it's time to hit the sack. I'll meet Maven at the Bee and Barb later this evening.

Midyear, 14th, 4E 202

So, Maven wants me to do a job in Whiterun for her, something about sabotaging Honningbrew meadery, her biggest competition in all of Skyrim. Some guy called Sabjorn runs it, and I'm supposed to get rid of him. She stressed that he mustn't die. Like, if she wanted that, she would be in contact with the Dark Brotherhood. I don't think she knows I'm the Listener or that she would even believe me if I told her that… But the point is, she has an associate in Whiterun that can help me. His name is Mallus Maccius.

As for "why I'm doing this", this really is a follow-up job to what I just did. Turns out that the Goldenglow estate has been sold to someone who doesn't want to do business with Maven, so in turn, Maven wishes to destroy her competitor's business. I'm not even going to pretend that I remember or even care about all of the details. All this business shite about some mead, forget about it, I'm only in this to get paid.

She also said that while she's furious and wants me to do this job right to restore some of her trust in me and the guild, her anger is mainly directed at Mercer, who didn't do a good enough job explaining all the details to me. She says that the guild has gone to the gutter under his leadership and that she has little to no trust in the guild. She also said that she wouldn't find it surprising if Mercer neglected to tell me all the details on purpose, like the fact that I wasn't supposed to kill ALL the bees! Maven knows that Mercer doesn't like me even though he obviously recognizes my talent.

Well, that's great, I suppose.

I had one final business to attend to and visited the Honorhall Orphanage. I talked with Constante about how saddened and mortified I was about my poor friend Sissel's father being murdered. "She's a good friend of mine", I said, "I just want to comfort her, I want to offer her a new home!" My feigned tears worked well on Constante, and she said that she'd tell Sissel once she settled in. It'll be a few more days before she and her sister actually get here though.

Now, I must hurry to Whiterun. I'll probably visit home on the way since it's a long road there.

Midyear, 16th, 4E 202

Gods DAMN it all, that thing wasn't a fucking Skeever! You said you're behind these Skeevers here, Mallus! What have you released upon this world!?

So to get rid of this Sabjorn guy running the Honningbrew meadery, I was supposed to poison the mead with some potent poison designed to kill pests, and while I was at it, I was expected to kill some of these Skeevers as well, but it didn't end up being so easy now didn't it? If it was possible to die from embarrassment, I would probably explode.

They caught me by surprise, took me down, ripped my armor apart, and they raped me. Skeevers raped me. Is this a joke? Am I gonna wake up tomorrow and realize that this is just some stupid fucking fever dream created by Sheogorath for his amusement?

Oh, I was angry alright, but now I'm honestly just laughing. It's so stupid! I was raped by rats! I will never outlive this humiliation…

In the end though, they were just Skeevers. They're not really strong, you know? These were some poisonous variants, and if I weren't partially immune to their diseases and poisons, I would've probably been in more serious trouble. I was able to shake them off and make it out from that place, and I locked to door tight behind me. The commotion alerted Sabjorn, but I wasn't willing to let him see me naked and defeated, so I hid well… I recovered for a bit before going back in to exact my revenge. I did not make the mistake of underestimating these disgusting creatures again.

As a final point of note, some crazy person was living down here as well. Nobody told me about him. I think he was an alchemist? It could very well be that he had been running some experiments with these Skeevers to enhance their capabilities. There were some weird spiders there as well, and I just refuse to believe they would naturally evolve that way. If that's the case, I MIGHT feel a little better about getting raped by Skeevers, since they obviously wouldn't be just mere Skeevers at that point. Well, doesn't matter. He's dead now. They're all dead.

So, what about the job? Maven's associate Mallus's initial plan was to sabotage this business with a pest infestation gone out of hand. It hadn't worked. I was sent to poison a whole barrel full of mead, and since there just happened to be an inspector doing taste and clean-up tests at the place, getting Sabjorn jailed for neglecting to uphold proper cleaning and hygienic standards was kind of easy. It was never really a tricky job, and it really wasn't even a job where most of the work was done by me. Mallus is really responsible for this plan, while I was just doing the dirty work.

Even though I didn't do a job satisfactory to my own standards, I will hopefully get full marks from my employer. I did everything Maven asked me to do, and Mallus is very satisfied too. That should be enough, right?

Midyear, 18th, 4E 202

Hey, guess what Maven rewarded me with? An enchanted iron dagger. That's almost as valuable as a bottle of Black-Briar mead. Cheap ass bitch.

Well, my duties for the guild are done for now. I'll be glad to be on my way now, and I won't be going alone. As I promised, there's a girl for me to pick up.

I see that my methods have corrupted Sissel somewhat. She was so happy, and she went into detail about how the village reacted in horror, about how delighted she was, about how exciting it felt. She's a crazy person. She said she'd happily follow me anywhere and do anything for me. She said she'll offer her body and her blood as well, and that I'm her hero, and that she loves me… Well, well, well… Ain't that something.

My dearest little Sissel, I think I have just the right plan for you. You're going to become my cute little housemaid.

Midyear, 23th, 4E 202

I stopped by at home and decided that I'm gonna take a few days off. I feel like I owe it to the girls, and I kind of want to show Sissel around as well, make her feel at home, show her the ropes so she can handle being here alone… I mostly wanted to show her the easiest and the safest route to Ivarstead. She was a little anxious, but after I showed her just how quick a round trip there was, she gained confidence.

I decided to spend a good chunk of my savings on her, mostly to get her new clothes. She was also interested in continuing her magic studies, so I included a lot of books in that.

Then, we get to the exciting stuff… I had stopped by at The House of Garments before we left Riften. It's a shop that sells all kinds of clothes, kind of located in a bad place, but the boutique boasts a stellar reputation thanks to the high quality of its goods, and the owner says that he gets a lot of business. I have no reason to doubt it. Anyway, when I said they sell all kinds of clothes, I really meant it. Like, a maid outfit for little girls complete with an adorable mini skirt, for example. Where else can you find something like that right next to a nobleman's fur cloak, which in turn is next to a pair of miner's boots?

I also thought that a set of white leather cuffs and a collar would suit it… Or maybe black? Well, whatever, I presented her with all this gear and said they're also for her. At first, she thought I was joking. Then, she questioned what those tiny belts were in the first place. I said that they're just a little something for her to wear. She wouldn't have to, but they would really make my day, and they would also look perfect on her. Well, I wasn't wrong! She's about the most adorable slave maid I've ever laid my eyes on! She admitted that it wasn't quite what she had in mind, but she liked them.

She then pulled on her own collar and said that she really feels obligated to reward me, and reminded me that all of her blood is for me to use as I please. I sat down on the bed with her, with her sitting on my lap. I hugged her very tight and lovingly, and she hugged me back. I tried to be as gentle as possible in an attempt to not hurt her. I think I did a good job… She was blushing and breathing heavily throughout the whole thing. I took it as slowly as I could, but it's kind of hard not going crazy over a little girl offering her blood to me… She said that it did actually feel good, which made me glad.

I don't want to do anything past that yet though… I don't want to come across as pushy, especially when considering that she was in an abusive family before this. I will make sure to leave some of my lewd books and toys behind just in case she's interested. As for me and the girls? Well, I fulfilled my promise to them, and we decided to go on a little adventure together. It's been a while since we've done good old bandit killing together. Finding some old fortress or a cave and storming in to have a midnight snack never gets old.

I'm gonna go ahead to meet Delphine in a couple of days. She sent a letter to me, saying that she has a plan. I'm glad that she had the foresight of saying it's something I should do alone so I won't have to drag my friends along for nothing this time.

Midyear, 25th, 4E 202

So, I made it back to Riverwood, and I thought it'd be a good day to relax here. I kind of want to see my friends at home, but I'm not in a hurry to return.

Most notably, I was approached by Frodnar, who had never asked me to hang out with him before. I've only mentioned him in passing, but he's the son of Hod and Gerdur, who run the local lumbermill, remember? They're like the wealthiest people in this town or something, I don't know. I really didn't understand why he had changed his attitude toward me either. Then again, having heard that he's a prankster from Dorthe should've been enough to ring some alarms in my head.

You see, Frodnar pulled a prank on me, which I must say, went a little bit too far. It started with us just hanging out, with him wanting to play with me. He had some refreshments for me, but little did I know that he had some kind of weird potion mixed in with the water, an elixir that kind of, you know … made me horny and defenseless. It was like being drunk or high on Skooma, but it wasn't messing with my head.

Well, he was probably planning on doing something to me. I'm not sure, as it never came to that. As far as I know, his pranks never go too far. He does have a dog though… And I mean, I wasn't thinking straight, and I think his dog Stump was just as horny and hormonal as me. That horny giant loves humping things… Well, considering that I had just fell flat on my face and that he smelled my state of horniness, he probably thought it was a good idea to hump me.

Except, instead of humping me, he straight up violated me. First, it was just funny feeling him hump against me, but then that giant thing started growing, and before I knew it, he railed my pussy like possessed. That dog isn't exactly a small puppy either, you know. He's middle-aged, bigger than some of the wolves I've seen, weighs twice as much as me probably, and has a fine cock about as big as any adult human's I've taken. So, yeah, there was absolutely nothing I could do to release myself from underneath that hairy, horny giant. It got all the way to the point where he turned his back towards me - like that puppy did several days back - and ejaculated hard. He just kept cumming and cumming, and that gigantic cock had swollen so much that pulling it out from me was impossible!

Frondar didn't want for any of this to happen, so he obviously was trying to save me, but not even he could stop Stump from filling me with his cum, and honestly, I was just so damn horny, especially after cumming, that I didn't even care. I drew pleasure from his canine cock all the way until the end. I swear, that knot was so thick… He couldn't even pull it out from me until minutes after he had stopped raping me…

This young little boy Frondar though… He was scared pissed and crying. The effect of his potion was luckily short-lived, so I could sit back up and look him dead in the eye. I asked him with bloodlust drawn all over my face, "was that your idea of a prank?"

He just kept apologizing and begged for me to accept his apology and for me not to kill him. It's like he knew I would've killed him with a single quick bite from my fangs, even though he shouldn't be able to know I'm a vampire. Well, to play into that, I told him that he's way too delicious for me to kill and that he could repay me for that nasty prank in some other ways. I grabbed him by his balls and stood up, standing at a kissing distance to him. "From now on, you're my servant", I told him. "Anything I say, you do, and if you're a good enough boy, I might make love to you."

He gulped and blushed, that cute little thing. Well, I gave him something to work towards. Taking virginities off young little cherry boys like this might just be my favorite thing ever, and I can't wait to play with his peepee… Oh, who am I kidding? I CAN wait, and I will. Makes me wonder, has he ever even masturbated before? Well, I bet he's gonna jerk off today, that's for sure… He was rock-hard when I grabbed him by his balls.

Well, I didn't have much of anything for him, so instead, I just made him my errand boy. I told him to go chop me some wood so I could craft arrows for myself, so he did. I also told him to go get me some mead and some water, and he did. I can't believe that Orgnar actually sold him some. Oh, who am I kidding? He's probably the one who sold him that potion too… That bastard just doesn't care about anything, not even his own damned menu. I mean, Skeever liver? Seriously?

Anyway, that was just the beginning of my visit here. I came here for Delphine, after all, so let's talk about that.

She suspects that the Thalmor are behind dragons returning. She doesn't have any evidence… Basically, just hunches and assumptions based on what could make sense according to her own logic. Even she admits this. That being said, we don't really have any real clues at the moment, and it has already been months since dragons returned, so we should go along with this plan.

It will be an extremely dangerous and difficult mission. She said that she had heard rumors of what I've been up to… Turns out, you tend to hear a lot when you own an Inn. She doesn't like the idea of me being an infamous figure, but she trusts me in being able to go about this masterfully. "This should be a piece of cake for you", she said. The hardest part actually fell into Delphine's own hands. That's right, she had a plan ready.

What I need to do is infiltrate the Thalmor Embassy. Elenwen, who's an important political figure with the Aldmeri Dominion and some kind of local ambassador for them, likes to host parties. Delphine's idea is to get me into one of these parties. I think her idea sounds stupid; I would be better off infiltrating the place without the invitation while everyone is busy with the party, but Delphine insists that I should just go along with this plan regardless and that it should be fine. She has connections, so she's optimistic she can get me inside without a hassle. She says that it's not a place that can be just snuck into. Illusion is a better weapon against the Thalmor than subtlety.

Okay, look, I killed the Emperor. Twice, if you count the decoy. I think I'll be fine!? Okay, I didn't actually say that part loud… Anyway, I'll follow her plan. It's not a terrible plan. I just think mine's better.

Oh, and I also got hit on by Gorr when I was about to leave. Boy, does that hunk know how to push my buttons. I let him have his way with me, as I always do. There are few men in Skyrim I trust as much as him in being able to pleasure me without me nagging them how to treat me right. He just knows. He doesn't even do any accidents. He just bangs me for a long time and then pulls out in time to finish on me, usually either on my chest or my face… He really likes doing that for some reason. Maybe it's like some kind of "marking your property" thing for men… I like him, but I don't care about being his property, but if it makes him feel good, whatever…

Besides, it's always nice to sleep with a man after having sex. Always saves me from having to pay for a room too…

• 16th Journal - Espionage