JoS/Kanna/18th Journal - Aryon's Plan

Sun's Dawn, 16th, 3E 428

When I reunited with Kanna the other day, she appeared more cheerful than usual, and truth be told, she seems happier than she's been in the past couple of months in general. Sure, she's always been a cheerful personality, but now, there's just something more to her! She's been humming and even singing some pleasant tunes, mumbling to herself when alone and even giggling, and being overall just positive about everything regarding life. She says it's because of the wonderful magic she's been blessed with, and I must say, using spells to enhance sexual experiences sounds fun, and I also want to try bringing some magic to the bedroom, but… is that really all? I guess I should be happy for her as long as she's happy, but I can't help but be a little concerned, thanks to her association with Sheogorath. Is that what's causing her to act like this? If it is, I seriously hope that in her quest to gain the Mad God's favor she doesn't start swimming off to the deep end like so many of these goofballs we've met recently have.

Speaking of goofballs, since Ald Daedroth has been "liberated", the Ahemmusa can now safely relocate there, and for that, Sinnammu was eternally grateful, along with the rest of the tribe. She also made sure to thank Kanna, Staada, and Assamma-Idan for their efforts, and speaking of the latter, I'm going to miss him. Perhaps we'll meet again one day? Lastly, she gave me her blessing and formally named me Nerevarine, bringing me one step away from uniting the Ashlander tribes of Morrowind and fulfilling the next trial.

For that last step, I know what I must do, and while the idea of demeaning myself by becoming a prostitute doesn't sound too appealing - even if it's just temporary - I have more or less decided to go along with this. Luckily, I don't have to do this alone, because Kanna wants to help me! Like, I would've never had the heart to ask her to sell her body to make money for me, but she brought it up! When I asked her why she wanted to do this, she just shrugged and said, "I dunno, 'cuz I feel like it", and with that wide, beaming smile of hers, she told me she'd gladly share the burden. "I bet it'll be fun", she even said.

I'm so lucky to have a friend like her. I'll have to think about how I can repay her for this favor, because she deserves something extra special.

Now, we're staying in Tel Vos. I only met Master Aryon briefly today, as he seemed preoccupied with something, but I had enough time to hand him the letter from Gnisis, and inform him that Baladas is in full support of him becoming the new Archmagister. As thanks, he had opened up a room to serve as my private quarters in one of the castle towers. "It should be more fitting of your rank as a Telvanni Wizard", he said, reminding me of my promotion and welcoming me into his private ranks. Lastly, he invited me and my "little friend" for tea the next morning, saying he'd love to catch up, get up to speed with my progress, make a couple of new propositions to me, and notify me of his own plans and progress.

We have the whole evening for ourselves now, so we're gonna relax and do something, but not sure what. We'll probably just talk or practice casting new spells. Kanna also says we should write Karim a letter to notify him of what's happening with us since we haven't seen him in a while, which is a wonderful idea! Not sure why we hadn't sent him a letter before! I guess it's time to put this book away and get to that!

Sun's Dawn, 16th, 3E 428

I've never quite understood Telvanni's obsession with tea, not until I graced my tongue and lips with Andil's Gingergreen Chai, or as I'd like to call it, the nectar of the gods. Kanna liked it too. On that note, getting Kanna into Aryon's tower wasn't easy because she can't levitate, but we managed. Somehow.

While Master Aryon was interested in talking about his ambitions, both personal and those relating to broader Telvanni politics, he didn't stay on those topics for long. Instead, he wanted to discuss me and my future.

Firstly, he said that as a Telvanni Wizard, my days of doing menial tasks like fetching chores and physical labor are behind me, as these are jobs for assistants, hirelings, and servants. For your information, he didn't say slaves because he doesn't own any, nor does he intend on getting any. In Tel Vos, everyone gets paid. Instead, my "job" - if you can even call it that - is being his understudy. He's my benefactor and sponsor, and now he wants to be my teacher too? How can I argue with that? That also makes me wonder, am I supposed to get my own assistants and servants now, or do I just share the ones Aryon has? We didn't talk about that, and honestly, I'm afraid to even ask. The whole idea of me even having one feels weird…

As a symbol of my office and high rank, I'm supposed to wear a blue-and-brown Telvanni robe, but truth be told, any extravagant blue-and-brown garments should suffice, with both gold and black being acceptable supplementary colors as well. Aryon isn't too anal about dress codes, and wants me to wear what I want. Good, because I don't like skirts and dresses. Pants all the way, baby! I'll probably order my new clothes custom-made from "Elegnan's Emporium" at Tel Mora.

Now that I'm his understudy, he wanted to start by giving me a brutally honest "academic evaluation" to see where we stand. He thinks that my ability to pick up and learn new spells is exceptional for someone my age, which is the main reason why he even wants to spend time mentoring me on a personal level, but I still lack mastery over magic as a whole, which he sees as a problem, and a significant hurdle for me to overcome.

To demonstrate what he meant, he cast a simple, harmless feather spell on me and instructed me to dispel it. A simple task, I thought, but immediately after I succeeded, he told me I could've done it better. He told me I'm wasteful and expel more magicka than is necessary, a tell-tale sign of an inexperienced mage. "But a diamond is meant to be polished", he said and gave me a couple of tips on how to cast the spell better. "Learning a spell isn't enough. Efficiency is the key. To cast a spell with as much power as possible, with as little effort as possible, that's true mastery."

Then, five minutes later, for the second demonstration, I dispelled the same spell again, and sure enough, I could immediately notice a difference. I could tell that the spell was gone, but it's like I hadn't even burdened my own magicka as a result like I had before. It was so simple, yet so incredible.

Master Aryon complimented me for a task well done, and instructed me to incorporate what he taught me today into all my future magical studies, starting with honing what I already know; levitate and fireball, to be specific. These are the most basic spells for anyone to learn in House Telvanni, so to prove I'm worthy of being his understudy in addition to having him as my benefactor, I must master them. For additional homework, he tasked me with learning "Mark" and "Recall", a somewhat complicated pair of spells used to first create a spiritual anchor of sorts for the caster's magicka to return into, and then create a liminal passage-way capable of bypassing physical boundaries and structures, and even space itself. In other words, he taught me teleportation magic.

Then, he wanted to catch up with my progress regarding the Nerevarine prophecy, which is great because that's what I also wanted to talk about. I immediately brought up my need to buy - or in this case, "liberate" - a slave from Savile's shop in Tel Aruhn, telling him the exact reason why, and even showed him the contract I had been given by Savile. I could tell that it got him thinking, given the look on his face as he read the contract, but instead of telling me what was going through his mind, he asked me: "And what are you planning to do?"

I was too ashamed to outright admit I was thinking about accepting the job. Like, not only would that mean I would be working for a woman in service to Archmagister Gothren, which I feared could upset Master Aryon, but it's also not easy to openly admit to thinking about whoring yourself out. Even admitting to being a promiscuous young woman can be embarrassing sometimes, considering how judgmental some people are. So, instead, I simply replied by sheepishly admitting: "I'm not sure if I can afford this. She's asking for over thirty thousand drakes, and this seems like such easy money."

Then, he did something surprising. He placed his hand up to my cheek, stroking my hair with a gentle yet mysterious smile on his face, and lifted my face up with his thumb as I just froze. I wanted to ask what he was thinking, but I was stammering so much I could barely even get a single word out of my mouth. Seemingly amused by my reaction, he then asked me: "Does she know?"

"K-know whu… what?"

"Does she know why you really need a slave, little miss Nerevar?" he asked, leaning closer, almost as if intending to steal a kiss from my lips. Simultaneously, he clutched my hand gently, the one in which I wear the Moon-and-Star. "Does she know who you really are?"

I averted my eyes because I didn't know if he was going to like my answer or not. "I told her why I need a slave in detail", I admitted, practically whispering. "I also told her about working on behalf of Kaushad, Ashkhan for the Zainab Tribe, and mentioned Sonommu by name because they're supposedly friends, and… I didn't tell her anything about being Nerevarine, but I WAS wearing my ring, so - "

"Take the job", he said with a sly smirk, shocking me. My eyes widened, and now I couldn't take my eyes off him, even though I wanted to. "I'll be honest, she'll likely try to get you in trouble", he continued, "but it's imperative that you do everything exactly as she says. No, no, scratch that. If she DOES screw you over, fight back a little. Feign defeat, feign outrage, and even feign despair. She won't kill you, or even hurt you, so don't you worry about that. Slavers can't turn a profit on dead girls." My confusion and shock turned into an awkward smile, and I glanced at Kanna, who was still listening keenly and quietly. She looked amused but didn't react, even though my heart felt like exploding. "And whatever you do", Aryon continued. "Don't pay that fetcher a single penny; best she doesn't get suspicious about someone being your benefactor on top of you being the Incarnate. In fact, best if she doesn't get suspicious about you at all, and sees you as nothing more than a helpless and gullible little orphan girl. Makes you a perfect assassin for me."

It was all starting to click in my head now, but I still wasn't sure how to react, so Aryon continued.

"You can't challenge Gothren directly. He's far too powerful for you - or me, for that matter - to defeat using conventional means, but we can do this. You can do this. Oh, and remember this: you will be reimbursed handsomely for your work, so whatever happens, you'll just have to trust me, okay? You should also start by getting the backing of the remaining council members to support your bid to become the Telvanni Hortator before you go to Tel Aruhn. I talked with Master Neloth while you were away to ensure he won't give you problems. You can trust me on that. As for Mistress Therana, all I can say is good luck. Secondly, I trust you have friends and allies that can also help you with bringing down Gothren." Saying that, he glanced at Kanna and nodded at her. "Don't be afraid to ask them for help, whoever they might be. I trust you to be resourceful. You'll also get help from my allies once you're inside, as I have eyes and ears inside Tel Aruhn. So, what do you say?"

I just smiled awkwardly and gave him the slowest nod I'd ever given anybody, quietly accepting this task. Like, what am I gonna get myself into? This sounds dangerous, but at the same time… I trust Master Aryon in having my back, and agree that I could never defeat Gothren without all this smoke and mirrors. This might just be the only way, and Aryon certainly seems confident, but what if this fails? What if I fail? Oh geez, I don't even want to imagine…

Regardless, Kanna is on board with this as well. "I already promised to help, didn't I", was what she told me as we left Master Aryon's tower. She even told me that this sounds exciting, saying that she'll be especially glad to help me with the assassination part. "Just say a word, and I plunge a dagger straight through Gothren's heart", she added with a smile and a wink.

Still, as Master Aryon also said, we're not in a rush to Tel Aruhn. Got at least two stops on the way. We'll start by sailing to Tel Branora to meet up with Mistress Therana. Still haven't forgotten about that quest Big Helende gave Kanna either, where she was tasked with stealing a staff from a sorcerer living there, so we'll have our hands full on that island for sure!

Sun's Dawn, 17th, 3E 428

It was already late when we arrived at Tel Branora. While Kanna got to work on trying to size her mark up, and plan on how to snatch the magic staff we're after, I levitated up to Mistress Therana's quarters on the top floor. Luckily, gaining an audience with her was easy as pie. All I had to do was let myself in.

I hadn't actually been to her bedroom before, and by Dibella's juicy tits, what an unruly mess! It was a room befitting a noblewoman with all of its bells and whistles and the most luxurious-looking bed I'd ever seen, but it was also filled with toys, books, clothes, and tableware lying around the floor. She even had some adult toys like dildos and beads out in the open!

The crazy bitch herself was wearing nothing but a pink, laced, and partially transparent babydoll nightgown - without even wearing panties! - and as soon as she saw me, her face lit up with excitement and joy. "Therana's lost run-away slave has come back!" she excitedly yelled and ran up to me, hugging me tight, going on and on about how she had missed me.

I got straight to business and sat down with her on her bed, telling her I needed her support. I told her she must vote for me to become a Telvanni Hortator in the next council meeting, which amused her greatly. Before I could even tell her why or plead my case further and show my ring to her as proof of me being the Nerevarine, she started ranting and rambling. They were happy rants, of course, but she wouldn't let me get a single word in. She just went on and on about some steel box, bittergreen roots, netch blood, hormones, and spiders. Especially spiders, and she just wouldn't stop talking! I swear, this little bitch puts Sheogorath to shame! Okay, I did laugh. A lot. She is hilarious, after all, but my positive reactions to her stories just encouraged her more. So what else did she talk about? More spiders, down in the basement, a baby scrib, my baby scrib, how it probably got eaten by a spider or something, I don't even know. Doubt she knew either. All I know is that one hour into our meeting, she fell asleep mid-sentence. Sleeping like a baby, there was no waking her up after that, so I gave up.

Maybe instead of just listening, I should try talking to her? Try to keep her focused on one topic to force the answer out of her, or entertain her and embrace the crazy? We'll see which one works better tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Kanna devised a perfect plan to snatch the staff. She has figured out that the staff's owner, Felen, doesn't actually carry it around with him, so stealing it while he's distracted should be easy, but when I asked her what she's got planned, she just giggled and said, "You'll see".

Well, whatever she's got planned, at least I know I won't be involved. Probably for the best.

Now, it's time to catch some sleep. This town's inn isn't the nicest, but it'll do for one night.

Sun's Dawn, 18th, 3E 428

While Kanna got around to being sneaky, relying on a couple of levitation spell-scrolls and her trusty Ring of Khajiiti, I returned to Therana's bed-chamber.

I approached her with the same question I had late last evening, which immediately caused her to launch into another crazy rant. "Again with the hormones!" she said, going on to talk about special kinds of potions and brews you can make by fermenting spider venom. Not wanting to let her ramble on and on like I did yesterday, I interrupted her and asked about those brews, and she got back to the topic of hormones. I wasn't sure if I was making progress, but responding to her insanity with questions and comments seemed to amuse her.

Eventually, she showed me one of the brews, and took a sip. Then, she took another, and less than a minute later, the whole bottle was gone. She was clearly intoxicated, and her increasingly incoherent ramblings mirrored that too. On top of that, this flat-chested, baby-faced, and grey-skinned little redhead was also so wet and horny I could smell it.

She eventually got to talking about slaves, especially male slaves that are tasked with entertaining her and keeping her satisfied. "Shlaves play ayy fhun lil' ghame whith Therana, ahnd…" She stopped to mumble incoherently for a second and let out the cutest, most high-pitch little hick-up I'd ever heard in my entire life. The only words I could make out after that were her own name, a stretched-out and loudly-spoken "love", and something about her girly bits. That gave me a crazy idea.

I asked her if I could play that game with her since I was her slave too, which made her stare at me blankly for about ten seconds before she flew into a hysterical fit of full-blown belly laughter. I suppose that's because she still saw me as that Kwama Princess, the submissive little slave who exists to breed Kwama eggs for her… but since she didn't actually say it out loud, I decided to interpret her laughter as consent and took a risk. Before she could get another word in, I stole a long, passionate kiss from her lips, which quieted and calmed her down.

Oh, the look she gave me. That cute, seductive smile, and the love in her burning-red eyes… she was enchanting. She mumbled happily, and in the cutest and softest voice she could muster, she asked me: "Goodness… where did you… learn to… kiss like that?"

I leaned in without answering her, wanting to test her boundaries, and smiled back as I touched her "girly bits", as she called them. Not only did she let me do it, but she gasped out loud, pushing herself down on my hand a little. Since she still wasn't wearing any panties, I could touch her directly from the get-go, and while I gently rubbed her most sensitive spot, I looked her straight into the eyes expectedly. "Can you vote for me to become the Telvanni Hortator?"

"Can you… do it again?" she asked in return, proceeding to ignore my question and puckered her lips in anticipation. I was a little bolder this time around, using my tongue a little too, and as soon as I felt Therana extend her tongue for me, I gave it a little twirl and a suck with my lips. "Ooooo, do it again", she pleaded, acting even more eager, practically coming onto me now.

"I'll do it as many times as you want if you vote for me to become the Telvanni Hortator…"

"Oh, certainly, dear", she said and closed her eyes, letting me kiss her again, and let me just tell you, I couldn't get enough of her lips myself. I'm not sure if it was the poison still lingering in her mouth, her lip gloss, or just something special that Dunmer girls have, but she tasted so good and sweet, and her cute giggling and moaning as I fingered her just made it better. It's actually shocking how receptive she was. No, scratch that; it's shocking how easy getting her vote was! Granted, I was locked onto her bed as I couldn't just stop halfway through - I didn't want to upset her and jeopardize her changing her mind - but like I said, I was enjoying myself. I may prefer men, but I'm always up for getting down and dirty with girls, especially ones as cute and cuddly as Therana.

I was on a mission to make her feel as good as possible, as I figured out that's what she wanted, considering what she told me about her slaves. My hand hadn't parted from her pussy for a second, but I still had ways to go even further. I leaned forward into her, continuing to take more and more kisses from her lips, and snuck two fingers inside her kiddy quim. In turn, she hugged and pushed into me, tugging at my clothes to undress me, which I was more than happy to comply with. I wanted to get her naked as well.

While she didn't have anything to grab on her chest, I made sure to rub her as I got ever closer, practically pushing her down. She returned the favor, and touched my chest too, gently rubbing and squeezing my breasts. She called me beautiful, and admitted feeling a bit insecure and jealous because she didn't perceive herself to be as attractive as I was, but I told her it wasn't true and asserted she was beautiful too. Like, she looks like she's three years younger than me physically, but she's so cute.

Eventually, she laid down for me, and I got to play a top to her bottom, and everything I did to her, she did to me. She touched my pussy the first chance she got, sneaking a couple of fingers in, while our chests pushed against each other for a lovely nipple-kiss, all while our tongues continued their dance. We were getting more lustful by the second fingering each other, and while I tried to be gentle and technical initially, the way she pushed into me with speed and vigorousity made me honestly want to get a little forceful too. I got bolder and more assertive, and based on her reactions, she loved it even more. Best of all, since I was physically stronger than her, and since she didn't resist at all, I could have my way doing whatever I wanted to her.

Not even cumming together made us want to stop. She may have drugged herself to get to this point, but I was just as high with lust as she was, and I wasn't letting go of her pussy or lips. It made her focus waver a little, and I could tell she wasn't putting as much effort into pleasing me anymore, but that was okay. I could still make myself cum at her expense, and this still was primarily about making her feel good.

This time she came alone, and she didn't even pretend to care about pleasuring me back anymore. She just laid back, tossed, and turned as I finger-fucked her through her climax, and listened to her moan. The sounds she was making made me flutter with pride, and I wanted to reward her even more for her oh-so-important vote.

Since she wasn't going to focus on anything except herself anymore, I slowly moved down and backed away, kissing, licking, and caressing her young body as I went, all the way until my tongue reached her pussy. I grabbed her well, pushed straight toward her, and filled my mouth with her erotic taste, but no matter how much I licked her and ate her out, I couldn't dry her up.

I swear, she went crazy with desire! She wrapped her legs around me, actually called me by my name, said she loved me, and said she hadn't made feel that good in years. For me, words weren't needed, since every kiss of my lips and flicker of my tongue was my way of saying I loved her too. She cummed yet again, probably even more intensely than on the previous occasions, and squirted all over my lips. I couldn't help but giggle as I finally took a breather.

Now, I was intending to continue even further, but following her final climax, she looked so done. It was like she was drifting in and out of sanity, and she didn't respond to anything I was saying. Just like she had fallen asleep mid-sentence, she passed out following our fun. Feeling proud and satisfied, I whispered in her ear, "remember what you promised", and then I put on my clothes and got ready to leave.

As I opened the door, I saw an old Dunmer in a greyish-brown robe back away from the door in a hurry, and he looked simultaneously shocked and embarrassed. Well, he also looked quite horny, if you know what I mean, and it was quite clear to me that he had listened in on what was going on inside that room, probably with his dick in his hand! I didn't have to say a word, though, as he started stumbling and stammering. "I-I didn't mean to", he said. "I was just… it's just that… m-my staff! My ebony staff! Since you're the only outsider here, I thought that - "

"Do I look like I have a staff on me", I asked, as I made a peace sign and placed it on top of my jawline, sticking my tongue out. "Besides, I was making out with your mistress, so it couldn't have been me!"

My words and openness about my actions shocked him even more, which is exactly what I intended. Clearly, he was still suspicious about the whole situation, but he allowed me to walk away from the crime scene, so I just blew him an air kiss and jumped down the levitation shaft to safely return to the ground floor.

Kanna was waiting for me by the docks with the staff in her possession, and she got SO, so smug about what we had just succeeded in. Her plan supposedly always was to somehow try to pin the blame on me and get me in trouble, only to be vindicated when the staff wasn't found on me, but when she heard the moans coming from the bedroom, she almost burst out laughing. It made her job so easy, since the old pervert was glued to the door!

Somehow, I suspected she could've planned something like that, but I'm not angry. No, no, no, never. It was a good plan… although it could've ended badly as well, with me locked inside that Kwama dungeon again…

Now, we're back at Sadrith Mora. We arrived pretty late, and Big Helende isn't present currently, so we'll return the staff tomorrow. Time to get some rest, and let me tell you, it's so nice to be sleeping in an actually nice inn this time.

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