JoS/Henriette/19th Journal - Odd Jobs
Frostfall, 14th, 4E 202
I haven't done much of anything lately, not anything worth writing about anyway… It's been like what, three months since my last update? Well, sorry to say that nothing of note has happened. I've been trying to keep a low profile, all that boring stuff… But sometimes boring is good. Boring is peaceful. Me and the girls have been able to relax and have our peace.
I've been at full strength for a long while. Turned out that t so injury I suffered at the hand of Mercer ended up healing a little quicker than I feared it would, meaning I've had a lot of time honing my skills. I've got myself a special training program I'm following that'll become handy once I come face to face with Alduin again. I don't mean to brag, but since I've always been a fast learner, the growth I've shown is impressive. Little by little, I believe I'm becoming ready to fight and even defeat him!
Now though, for the first time in a long time, I've got a little job ahead of me. I'm currently heading towards Solitude for work, so I'm sure you'll guess what it's about, my dear diary. As for what has happened on the way there so far… Well, something unexpected happened, urging me to write.
There's this tower on the road that leads east from Whiterun, overlooking a ravine, with a bridge running over it, and I pretty often walk past it. It's pretty much the first actual building I come across if I want to travel towards Whiterun. Bandits love it for some reason, but I don't care. They rarely bother me, but now they had developed a new tactic to extort money from travelers by demanding a toll. The burly man sitting at the base of the tower, right by the road, said that they're just looking out for travelers by guarding that particular outpost and that the toll is to fund their operations or something.
It pretty quickly became apparent to me that trying to weasel my way away from paying would be dumb. I could count half a dozen of them, and they had the high ground too. Choosing to fight them would've been too risky. However, I quickly realized that I didn't have a single Septim on me. I mean, I don't travel with a lot of money either way because it's stupid to carry around massive bags of money, but I should've had at least three hundred on me. Did I forget to pack my money?
So, yeah… I had to offer them something else. It may have been exceptionally idiotic, but I wasn't really thinking rationally… It's a good thing my body was a valid payment method.
They demanded a payment of, what was it… Two hundred drakes? I know what men usually pay for these kinds of services in those Skooma dens, and even in some sultry taverns… I'm pretty sure they fucked me for more than two hundred's worth! I didn't protest it out loud or anything. I felt like it would've just made the situation worse… Or maybe it wouldn't have even mattered, I don't know… I'm not even sure anymore.
It was an exhilarating experience, especially when you consider that I surrendered myself willingly for these people's mercy. Throughout the whole ordeal of being pounded, tied up, gagged by cloth, or being forced to suck them off, the possibility of them actually not willing to let go of me was constantly on my mind… But did I have a choice? Had I chosen to fight them from the beginning… Who knows what they would've done. They joked about throwing some of their prisoners in a cave full of horny trolls nearby after robbing all their belongings, of course. Yes, they said horny, but I think they also meant hungry, as they told about how they all must've been eaten alive by now.
They joked about keeping me as their little bitch as well, but in the end, they were all just jokes because they did let me go. Maybe it was a sign of goodwill, maybe they just don't care about having captives, maybe they can't afford to feed a little brat, maybe they have morals… Whatever, what's done is done. They were pretty chill for a bunch of bandits. Maybe there's some truth to what that one particular moron I once met was saying. Perhaps some of these guys are bandits just because they have no other choice? I mean, I never chose to become a vampire either, so…
Whatever, it was great sex, and that's all that matters in the end.
Considering that I travel this road very often, I may have to pay them again in the future. For now though, I think I need some rest. I'll be staying at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun. It's a good thing that I have somehow managed to better my reputation here in this hold because there's no way I would be able to sleep here alone otherwise.
Frostfall, 20th, 4E 202
My Master said he had only invited me over to remind me that he still has control and authority over me, and as his first course of action, he made me say that to him. He told me to hold my hands behind my back, walked up to me with a collar, and demanded to hear those words from my mouth. "You're my Master, and I'm your slave", I told him, just as requested. He locked the collar in place, and gave me a gentle tap on my head, telling me that he wanted to train me to prostitute myself for the whole day. He had a room ready for me inside some barracks at the end of the company warehouse, and he had me dress up in some really revealing and sexy lingerie. We're talking about the kind of laced underwear that didn't even cover my crotch or my nipples, making it really just something to make me look prettier. After that, he sat me down on the bed and left me alone.
I think I served twenty men throughout the day, which doesn't sound like a lot compared to some of my previous, more extreme experiences, but almost all men wanted to take their time. They mostly wanted different things too, with most of them being happy with some vanilla, penis-in-vagina stuff, while the others wanted to make me give them head, with some wanting to be rough with me. I was getting tired towards the end, admittedly, but for what it's worth, I had fun. The last man who visited me had stripped me buck-naked and came all over my front, and I couldn't even move my back from the sheets. I just laid there smiling, catching my breath, thinking to myself that it wasn't so bad.
My Master didn't really have much feedback for me and instead just told me to go wash myself up and go to sleep. He locked me into those quarters, and I did as was asked of me.
The following day, I did the same thing again. After that, on the third day, he fortunately let me go, saying he was happy with me, so that was that. This trip really ended up being easier than I expected! It still makes me wonder, what plans does he have for my future? I'm still left only guessing, for he's still yet to provide me with additional details. He didn't have any orders for me either, and just told me to wait patiently for his next letter.
Now, it's time for me to go home, and I decided to take the scenic route. Yesterday I stopped by in Rorikstead, and tonight I'm at the Sleeping Giant in Riverwood. I was planning on completing my journey home instead of stopping here, but the weather has taken a turn towards worse, so I'll hang around.
The inn here is as busy as ever and seems to be getting more popular day by day, although there weren't many locals here at noon when I arrived there after journeying through the night. Two particularly rude fellows talked about needing to find peace and quiet and that they don't need to be bothered by me… But why go to an inn of all places for quiet? Especially this one? I can't stand listening to Sven sing for one minute!
I also want to write about Dorthe. You know, Alvor's daughter, pretty little thing… I discovered something rather naughty about her today.
It started with me looking for Gorr. I wanted to talk about my adventures and maybe do something else after that, but I couldn't find him. Sven, who usually just ignores me, told me that he left the inn a quarter of an hour ago. Something tells me that he was being helpful for the sole reason of getting me to fuck off.
Not a few minutes after, I found Gorr, together with Dorthe. I didn't know they had that kind of relationship. This innocent little blacksmith's protégé, a young and promising smith who dreams of becoming even better than Eorlund Grey-Mane himself, was riding Gorr's big black redwood with her other hand leaning forward against his muscular body and the other covering her mouth trying to muffle her moans. Let me just tell you, she was failing miserably. Okay, you wouldn't hear her through the rain, but if you walk past the little shed they're fucking in like I did, there's no way you wouldn't notice.
I'm not jealous or anything, but it rubbed me the wrong way… Okay, I admit, I might be a little jealous… I was looking for him intending to get my holes pecked by him after all. I don't fault him for going after other girls, just like he doesn't fault me for seeking other men, I'm sure. It's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything… But Dorthe, oh little Dorthe… I want to hold this against her somehow… I don't know how yet, but I let her know that someone saw her. So, I wrote her a little private letter. I told the ever vigilant and responsible courier that it's for her eyes only, preferably delivered while she's alone.
What it reads is something along the lines of: "I saw you having an affair with Gorr. I wonder what your father would think of his precious daughter doing something that indecent." I didn't really want to write anything else in it, but it's not like I had to. I didn't even sign it using my name; instead, I just wrote "an old friend". I just want this storm cloud to hang over her head, and then maybe next time I visit Riverwood, I bring it up to her.
Anyway, I'm beat, and luckily that dumb fiddler won't be here until the sun sets, meaning that I can actually get some sleep. Hopefully, it won't be raining anymore when I do.
Frostfall, 25th, 4E 202
Well, these turned out to be a couple of very eventful days.
I was on a little errand to Whiterun, this time with Sissel and Serana, when I sensed a beast hunting me, stalking me in the shadows. I always get a little wary when I'm being followed, but lucky for me, there wasn't actually anything to worry about this time. It was just my frenemy from the Companions, Ria.
She needed some help with some of her Companion work and had no one else to turn to on this. In her own words, it hurt her pride a little to try and rely on me, but I'm the only person outside their guild that she can trust with bringing on a quest. Why couldn't she rely on her friends? Well, beats me. Honestly, considering the nature of this mission, I imagined they would've all wanted to storm this place en masse, to which you'll soon surely understand the reason soon enough, my dearest diary.
It put me in a slight predicament. While Ria would've been fine with my friends coming, I wasn't willing to let Sissel come along on this one, because let's be honest, she's not an adventurer, but we couldn't just send her home on her own either. I had no reason to really offer Ria help either, but truth be told, I kind of wanted to try and repair my relationship with her. That alone was a good enough reason for me.
And so, me and Ria headed south on an adventure while Serana and Sissel headed home.
First, from Whiterun to Riverwood, we didn't chat at all. It was kind of tense between us, but it clearly looked like she wanted to talk. Then, from Riverwood to the ruins of Helgen, she did ask some questions about me, especially as we got closer to Helgen. I haven't actually visited my old home since "that" happened. Now that place is run by some bandits, a sad sight to see. They have completely taken over the old fort. Ria talked about it being some kind of base for human trafficking operations between Skyrim and Cyrodiil and suggested that we should steer as clear as possible, lest we want to risk getting captured ourselves.
Our destination awaited just a short walk southward, closer to the Cyrodiil border. It was an old Nordic ruin up in the mountains with its name lost to the time. It had become home for necromancers practicing their magic on the corpses, but that wasn't all. The companions had recently discovered the fate of their long-lost shield-brother, who disappeared on a mission somewhere here in the region two hundred or so years ago, and Ria's mission was to avenge him and lay his soul to rest.
It wasn't a difficult mission for two, but I can definitely understand why Ria wanted help… This wasn't really a quest for one either if you know what I mean.
We slept inside the tomb, just beside the entrance, as we were both getting tired, but didn't end up sleeping for long. It was time for us to continue our journey home, but our little trip together wasn't over yet. In fact, the best was still ahead…
When we got to Riverwood, me and Ria split up for a minute. She had some business at the Riverwood Trader while I decided to visit the Blacksmith. There I was unexpectedly ambushed by Dorthe while being in the middle of chatting with Alvor. She was pulling me and telling me to follow her frantically. Apparently, she had figured out very quickly that it was me who wrote her that letter. She was angry at me, but above everything else, she was SO embarrassed and worried about who I might have told, especially if I was going to tell her father. Well, I'm not going to… Instead, it was time to play around with her.
I suggested that if she has a thing for Gorr, we should honestly share him and have some threesome, an idea that lit her up. I knew she would be up for it, and we were sure that Gorr would be up for it too…
I wasn't planning on telling Ria. It might've been funny if she had to look for me, and it would've been exciting too… Little did I know that this bitch also had been hiding dirty, naughty secrets from me! Me and Dorthe, we found her with Gorr. Can you believe it? More importantly, can you believe HIM? Is there not a single female in this hold that this beast of a man hasn't been able to seduce? We spied on them before they even got it on, and apparently they've done this in the past as well. No doubt they were going to fuck, and no doubt Ria was planning on hiding from me in the same way I was planning on hiding from her with Dorthe… Great minds think alike, I suppose.
Me and Dorthe jumped in and surprised them when they were in the process of making out and undressing. Gorr found humor in this. Ria? Not so much. Never have I seen her so flustered before. She wasn't even her usual angry self. No, she was just straight-up beet-red after being exposed. Dorthe then took the words out of my mouth when she said, "why are you having fun without us?". From there, we had fun for at least an hour.
While Dorthe wanted to make out with Gorr, me and Ria decided to bond a little by sharing his dick and licking and rubbing it at the same time… An incredibly fun experience, if I may say so. He didn't last long being toyed by us and came all over our faces. After that, me and Ria actually shared a kiss. Never did I think I would ever kiss this girl, never ever, but it was actually pretty great.
Dorthe, as greedy as she is, wanted to lick Gorr clean before taking him in. Me and Ria were left to be pleasured by his hands, but that was only for a while. He wanted to do us all one by one, and he wanted to cum in all of us. Dorthe didn't let him, but luckily for him, me and Ria were okay with it.
I could go into more detail, but I'm sure you get the gist of it already… We had a whole lot of fun. On the way to Whiterun, me and Ria bonded some more, talked a lot… She apologized sincerely for asking me to go along with her selfish request. Well, I just told her that she owes me one, and that was that. She thanked me and hugged me when we got back to Whiterun and promised to spread the good word for me with the Companions to help me fix my reputation further in this hold. It's good to know that she no longer views me as an evil creature like she used to. I feel like I really made a good friend out of her, and I'm sure she feels the same.
Frostfall, 27th, 4E 202
I don't want to admit it, my book of secrets, but the recent things that have happened to me, the things I've been forced to do, the things I've been pressured to do, and even done willingly… It's like I enjoy those things more day by day. Is it okay for me to enjoy those things? Well, that's not an easy question, as I never actively seek to be defiled. Of course, I always enjoy consensual sex, but at the end of the act, consensual or not, my body responds in the exact same waves of pleasure and rapture.
The real question is, it is safe? I suppose it depends on your definition of safety, and I'm not even sure if I want to go there and start debating semantics… Perhaps, if I were to look at things from another perspective, you could say that being an adventurer is more unsafe than being a whore, a bitch, a slut, whatever it is that I'm supposed to identify with… Excitement and danger are also a big part of why I enjoy adventuring, a big part of why I also enjoy crime.
It made me also think about that one band of bandits two weeks back, when I essentially let them have their way with me after failing to pay their tolls. I wonder if it would be okay for me to do something like that again and willingly let myself be at the mercy of such criminals? If I went to that same group again, no doubt they would let me go like they did the last time. If my freedom was to be guaranteed and I knew it, why not? But the problem is that it also could lead down a dead-end path. Getting captured by those involved in the slave trade could very easily prove to be a nail in the coffin of my adventures at worst, or an experience comparable to that I had in Cidhna mine at best… Oh, but that's only if I were to do this alone. My friends have proved to be helpful in the past, and I've always made it somehow…
I know this could be the dumbest thing I've done in my entire life, but I kind of want to take the risk and roll the dice again… Would I dare, or should I just let destiny roll it for me in my stead? I don't know what I'll do in the future, but for now, I think I'll try to control myself…
Frostfall, 28th, 4E 202
Out of all the strange things I've discovered on the road, this one just might take the cake.
A necromancer, trying to resurrect a chicken.
For what purpose? I… I can't understand people. I would've asked him if the fool didn't try to attack me on sight. But, regardless, that's not the only man of below-average intellect to try and murder me. I can't believe I would ever write this, but it's a nice change of pace to meet people who actually just want to straight-up butcher me alive.
The man was looking for a duel. He was a Dunmer, a follower of Boethiah. I'm not very well versed when it comes to this particular Daedra, but the book this elf had on him might make for a good read. I might have to visit his shrine if I ever am in the area in an attempt to understand him better.
Sun's Dusk, 1st, 4E 202
I was talking with the girls about that one time recently when I let myself become a plaything for those bandits, and they thought it was a little bit funny, but they also got a little jealous, making them wonder, "why do you get to have all the fun?", things like that… So, I suggested that let's go as a group this time. Things didn't end up quite as we suspected.
When we got to the bandits, they were in the middle of an argument. Apparently, they had mugged some poor fool who had his hands on some stupid bow which they later realized to be much more valuable than they initially thought. How did they know? Well, after making fun of how flimsy it looked, they later saw the same bow drawn on a bounty poster they had picked up from Whiterun. The bandit tasked with dumping his body with the trolls also had the bow with him, and now the said bandit was gone, missing, "disappeared like a fart in the wind", as an Imperial man in the bunch so elegantly put it. So, the argument was about whether this friend of theirs knew about the bounty and ran away with the bow or if he got killed by the trolls.
I swear, these guys are absolute and complete idiots. The bounty reward isn't even that high in the first place! Why would he want to try and escape with it!? Me and the girls offered to go check the Troll cave after it became apparent that none of them wanted to risk their lives challenging them. Kind of pathetic from adult men, from bandits who present themselves as some kind of troupe of tough guys… Kind of a turn-off too, but whatever…
We braved the cave, one of two actually, out of which this is the smaller one. We found the bow by the fresh corpse of a bandit we were looking for, and brought the bow back to the bandits together with some of their deceased friend's belongings as proof. We managed to do this without actually having to wake up or anger the sleeping trolls, which was great. I don't like fighting trolls. None of us do.
They seemed really, really sad about losing their precious ally, which I don't blame them for. One of them cried out loud, louder than I've ever seen any man cry before, and he was calling himself so stupid for doubting his own brother. Something told me they weren't in any mood to do anything with us, so we took our leave. They let us keep the bow, which was a little strange considering how badly they wanted it back. Maybe it was as a thank you?
I initially thought that maybe I should keep the bow, thinking it seems more valuable than whatever money is being offered for finding it… But when I actually looked at the letter and checked out the name of the person offering a reward, I immediately changed my mind.
His name is apparently Froki, which kind of rings a bell with me. I'm sure I've met some old man named Froki somewhere, but I can't really put my finger on where I remember that guy from… He lives south of Ivarstead so getting to him isn't exactly bothersome. With nothing better to do during the next few days or so, I think we'll be heading south for our next trip.
Sun's Dusk, 3rd, 4E 202
We were planning on heading straight to Froki's Shack from Ivarstead, but were faced with locals talking about some dragon being sighted nearby. So we took a slight detour to Autumnwatch Tower, where it had made this ruin its home. It wasn't a particularly strong breed, so slaying it was easy. We weren't offered any reward for killing it sadly, but whatever… Hunting dragons is always fun regardless.
We found Froki's home at the foot of Jerall mountains near the border of Cyrodiil, just as we were told. We tried to arrive there before sunset, and we somehow managed. He wasn't expecting late visitors, but he didn't shoo us away either, especially not after our eyes met.
This old Nord is the grandfather of Haming, who in turn is my childhood friend from Helgen. In fact, he was one of my best friends due to being my age. I can't put it into words how happy I was to see him alive with Froki here. Me and him both thought we would never meet again, so we just hugged and didn't stop for a long, long time.
Froki was happy to see me too. He rarely visited Helgen, but he remembered me through my father, who he was on good terms with due to relying on his blacksmithing services a lot, and also thanks to how much Haming apparently spoke of me. "I always used to tease about my grandson being in love", he then said jokingly, making Haming so, so very ashamed and red-faced… Cute…
He was also happy to see that I had his old bow, which he had gone through so much with. In the end, he didn't see any use for it anymore, and since the bounty letter was over a decade old too, he decided to pass it on to his grandson. It's a good bow, so it'll serve him well. I didn't end up accepting his money as a reward. It just wouldn't have felt right. Besides, I was more interested in just being there with them as their guest. I especially felt like I had so much to catch up with Haming. Like, we haven't met in such a long time, and we both thought each other to be dead. There's so much to go through!
Sofia and Serana told me that they'd head home to wait for me there. I'm glad I have such understanding friends. I really, really wanted to stay a night and talk about my travels with them.
First, I spoke with Froki, who noticed that I, too, wield a bow. He wanted to see my skills, so I practiced with him for a while. Since I'm obviously skilled, I made a clear impression on him! I'm not quite as accurate a shot as this old-timer is, proving that I still have much to learn. He asked about how I've been training, but he wasn't impressed by my regimen. He just shook his head and said I'll need practical training, and he knows just where to start.
He suggested that I should go on and try some old traditional huntsman trial devoted to Kynareth, like he once did… Kyne's Sacred Trials, or something like that. According to him, I "should" be ready for that, and it should also prove to be an excellent exercise for me on my road to becoming a better marksman.
Oh, Froki, you have no idea what I've done in the past, so this should be a piece of cake. He said that I need to hunt down and kill three Guardian Spirits, which sounds easy enough. I have to do this alone, which is not a problem, but I hate to let my friends down again and say I'm going on an adventure alone. I'm sure they'll forgive me though.
Then I spoke with Haming. He explained how he got away from Helgen amidst all confusion and how the Imperial Legion helped him. In turn, I explained what happened to me. He hasn't heard any rumors about me, which is a good thing. I'm not sure how he would feel about me being a vampire… I was afraid to say it, so I simply told him that I'd become an adventurer. It seemed like he didn't believe half the stuff I told him though… I can't blame him. He always saw me as weaker and less skilled than him, but not in a bad way. He just used to be very protective of me, and I've always liked that about him.
Then, it was time to go to sleep, and we had a little "problem". You see, this isn't exactly a large shack, and there's not much room for sleeping. In fact, there's only one bed. They usually share it, but no way it could be shared by three. Froki insisted on me staying for a night, but he didn't want to make me sleep on the floor or outside, so he offered to sleep outside himself… Sleeping with him would've been kind of weird anyway, but me and Haming? Well, we're buddy-buddy, so it's no problem in his eyes!
Haming was initially embarrassed about the idea, but Froki kept pushing it, and I said it's fine as well, so it all worked out in the end… Kind of. It didn't work out like I expected, as I was expecting to just go asleep. Nope! Like, I knew he was happy to see me, but for him to act the way he did was a little surprising, especially since I had no idea he had any feelings towards me.
At first, we just laid side by side, facing each other, smiling and whispering stuff to each other. It was nothing meaningful, mostly just jokes and reminiscing of the childhood we used to share in Helgen. Then, it got sexual. He cuddled closer to me, and said he wanted to kiss me. After telling him I wanted to kiss him too, he hugged me gently and gave me one of the most awkward and shy kisses I'd ever gotten from anyone. I didn't mind it though, because he looked so cute while doing it, and I made sure to push myself on him as well, hugging him gently while lying on top of him. I slid my hands underneath his shirt and exposed his chest, even going as far as to lick and kiss that young boy's strong, prepubescent body.
That was also his que to get closer to my skin, and watching the expressions on his face when he peeled off my clothes and armor was simply delightful. The kid must've never seen a naked girl in his life, not that it bothered me all that much. I was honestly smitten by the thought of him finding me that desirable.
I was wet, and he was already erect, so I suggested we skip the boring foreplay and said that if he wanted to do it for real, I would let him do it. He didn't waste time getting out from his pants, and immediately after he displaced my skirt and pulled down my panties, I spread my legs invitingly for him. He pushed down on me with such vigor while I hugged him lovingly, happy with him being so proactive during intercourse.
He did me so hard the entire cabin must've shaken, with the bed-frame creaking like it was about to collapse. I tried to guide him through his first intercourse, urging him to take it slow to make it last longer and potentially even better, but he didn't listen to a word I was saying. He just said something about it already feeling better than he could've imagined and about not being able to control himself. He was so rough and eager. I also warned him not to come inside way in advance, but not even that did any good. I don't think he really even knew what it felt like to be close to cumming, which is hard to imagine because the kid must've jacked off before… He must've just felt so good he had no choice but finish inside.
Oh, but I couldn't be mad at him, not since he made me feel pretty good too. Besides, it's not like such a young and energetic gentleman would tire after just one time? He actually surprised me with how much vigor he truly had, and since there was no point in avoiding any possible repercussions anyway, I didn't even bother to tell him to slow down anymore. In the end, that was probably for the best since we had so much fun.
After we were done, we simply just dressed up, hoping Froki wouldn't discover what we did, and fell asleep quickly after that. For what it's worth, I don't think Froki has any idea…
Froki woke us up a while ago, and now he's preparing us breakfast. After that, I'll probably have to take my leave, but I'll be visiting here in the future as well for sure. As for what's next, I'll go along with Froki's suggestion of completing Kyne's sacret trials. If that will make me a better hunter and help me advance my skills, I see no downsides to going along with them. I'll just have him give me the details on my targets before I leave, and then get to it.