JoS/Henriette/38th Journal - Hirstaang Plains

Sun's Height, 13th, 4E 203

As we were returning to Raven Rock, we came across strange humanoids attacking two Redoran guardsmen. We rushed in to help, but unfortunately, we weren't fast enough. One of the guards died.

The sole survivor Veleth, captain of the guard here, thanked us dearly, and when we asked what was going on here, he explained that these monsters are called Ash Spawns. He doesn't quite know what they are or where they're coming from, but they both look and act like zombies, so maybe there's necromancy at play. They've been terrorizing the locals here for quite a while, and the guards aren't really sure what to make of it. All Veleth knows is that it's costing him lives and that he's not at all pleased with the situation here. "We're stretched thin as it is and can't afford to leave the town defenseless to search for the root of the problem."

I'm not sure what I can do to help, but since I'll probably come across these aggressive monsters in my travels anyway… Who knows, maybe I can find some clues about what they are and where they're coming from. This ain't exactly on top of the list of my priorities because the pay will probably suck, but these things seem dangerous, so they should be dealt with!

Next, we quickly figured out that destroying the Earth Stone next to the town was necessary for us to even be able to conduct business here. Like seriously, all the fucking shopkeepers were chipping at the bricks, building a nasty altar around the stone! My shout shredded that thing to pieces, and another giant creature emerged from inside. We fared a lot better against this walking horror since we knew what we were dealing with, and the guards were also a big help. As a reward, we were able to boost our disposition inside this village. Although a material payment would've been nicer, it's kind of refreshing to actually be treated like a normal, respectable human being, considering how hard it is for a girl like me to make friends. Everyone either sees me as a worthless criminal or someone to take advantage of.

We then decided to call it a day and returned to Glover's shop, where he reminded me of that ancient pickaxe again, saying that he saw the guy who stole it today, telling me to go talk some sense to him. He's been working non-stop with something around the abandoned ebony mine, which used to be the source of this island's wealth hundreds of years ago. Hopefully, he won't be difficult to deal with.

Maybe tomorrow we can also travel north of here to look for the Water Stone on the island's western shores. Yes, we really should also go to Tel Mithryn, but we've figured out it's in our best interest to "free" these stone pillars from their Daedric influence as soon as possible. Besides, if I'm reading the map correctly, the Water Stone isn't in an easy-to-reach place, so that's a good reason to get this shit done quickly too.

Sun's Height, 15th, 4E 203

That whole episode with the Nordic pickaxe ended up being a lot more trouble than I bargained for, so I'll just skim through it quickly.

This Crescius guy, who was obsessed with something deep inside the mines, had dropped the pickaxe when he was attacked in the barrow beneath the old ebony mines. This led to his wife being mad at him and him not being able to continue his work until he had recovered. He was also rambling about his old great-great-grandfather, but honestly, I didn't even listen that much. All I cared about was doing that favor for Glover that I promised I would do.

Hoping there would be money in this for us, we decided to explore the barrow, thinking it wouldn't be too much trouble. The barrow belonged to some weak-ass dragon priest, so there was some treasure to be looted, most notably with the mask and a sweet sword with a super weird enchantment. It's too heavy for any of us to use, so maybe we'll just sell it and split the profits. Lastly, we found another one of those Black Books there. I still haven't opened it, as I don't imagine anything good coming out of that. As a reward for me, Glover let me keep the pickaxe as he just wanted to teach Crescius not to steal from others, which is ironic coming from a member of the Thieves Guild. I didn't end up doing much help for Crescius himself, but I notified him of having killed the Draugr, so he can continue his investigations safely on his own. Got fifty drakes for troubles from him. Can you believe it? Fifty drakes! That's barely enough to afford two jugs of Sujamma!

Since the mine can be reopened now, maybe that'll attract some business here. Maybe there's still ebony down there somewhere? If there is, WE are expecting a hefty chunk from the profits because this is all thanks to me and the girls!

That was yesterday; today we headed north and took a little stroll by the beach. I had a feeling we should've reached the stone by then, but the only thing we found ahead of us were bandits. There are many ships along the coast here, but not many signs of actual civilization. I'm guessing they're using this coast for smuggling stolen goods and drugs. It's not our business, and we decided to steer as clear as possible to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.

Then, we found tiny people or beasts… I'm not sure what they are, but they're very noisy, very stupid, and kind of chubby little blue men. I guess they're goblins of some sort, maybe some distant relatives. They weren't skilled fighters either. Even though we were outnumbered one to five when we first encountered them, we had no trouble killing them. One arrow, spell, or cut of a blade was usually what it took. As for their weapons, most of them wielded tiny little hunting spears small enough to be arrows fit for my bow, and they even threw them at us. One of them even celebrated merrily after hitting me on the shoulder and wounding me, which honestly just pissed me off more. He ended up dying just three seconds after that for his insolence.

We also learned that they are highly fascinated by our civilization and our creations, showing their appreciation by collecting trash and building trashy little contraptions out of them. We got kinda curious about them ourselves, and against our better judgment, we braved their little village tucked away in some cave.

Serana and I stayed several paces behind while Sofia was excited by the prospect of cutting down some little blue men, feeling overconfident about how well our last fight went. Wouldn't you know it, she got outsmarted by these dumb little things and fell prey to their schemes by walking straight into a trap and an ambush. The little fuckers were hiding in barrels, underneath the snow, and even underneath the junk in some old treasure chest. I tried to cut them down, but one guy behind me tied my feet together, causing me to lose my balance and drop my weapons. It's good they were more interested in capturing Sofia and Serana… Well, not good, but you know… I was still free, and they escaped with their loot, with my two best friends…

I've got to admit that faring against the cave full of ice goblins was a lot harder alone, especially since they like to resort to cheap shots and tricks. I'm not criticizing, as I often do the same thing against my opponents. Who cares about honor; it's smart, highly efficient fighting!

Finally, deep in the cave, I found their little breeding nest, or a barn, whatever you want to call it. I've heard about how goblins reproduce like rabbits, how they mature very fast, and their incredible sex drive, and my friends were experiencing this firsthand. When I found them, they were both surrounded by half a dozen goblins, being used as fuck-sleeves, being viciously raped by them.

They weren't the only prisoners either, as there were three adult women there too - two Dunmer and a young Nord - and one of them had been mounted by a tusked bristleback for the creatures' entertainment. In case you're unaware of what a bristleback is, they're wild boars, native to the cold climates, and a bit larger than their Cyrodiilic cousins. That poor woman's stomach was so bloated… I hear that a boar's ejaculation is quite intense, for the lack of a better word.

I somehow fared okay against an underground village full of boars and blue bastards, but then again, I caught them off-guard in the middle of an orgy. I also managed to survey the battlefield well before striking and hid in the shadows, constantly moving so they wouldn't figure out where I was attacking them from. I've really grown a lot, haven't I? I took on an entire goblin clan and didn't so much as lose a single piece of clothing! I took three cuts while failing to dodge or block after the fighting became physical, but these kinds of wounds heal fast. I saved my friends and the three other women too. They said they're pirates, not that I care. They had nothing to reward me with but said they'd talk with their captain about being saved, so maybe something good will come out of this.

After that, we headed back south towards Raven Rock, and even found the Water Stone we were looking for. We're starting to get the hang of this because we managed to kill the beast inside of it quickly, even without assistance from town guards. Tomorrow, we'll finally travel to Tel Mithryn.

Sun's Height, 16th, 4E 203

Out of all the subregions of Solstheim, the southeast fared the worst after the Red Year, which is not at all surprising, as you can see the Red Mountain really well on the other side of the narrow strait between this island and Vvardenfell. The eruption leveled everything from small buildings to Fort Frostmoth, and from ancient Nordic landmarks to every damn pine tree in the area. The area still suffers from regular ash-storms, so there's not much vegetation here. Very few plants thrive here. Tel Mithryn is an exception, and it's quite a sight overall.

This "settlement" belongs to the House Telvanni. I don't know much about them, so don't expect a lecture from me, but it's some kind of local Mages Guild. Apparently, they make their buildings out of fungus, which sounds kinda weird to me. Neloth is some kind of big shot in that organization, and the guy is really fucking rich. I mean, he kind of has to be, considering he owns this entire settlement and employs everyone in it.

Getting to meet him wasn't easy, as the two people I found outside advised against it. One of them was Neloth's apprentice Talvas, who was practicing some kind of Conjuration spell, and the other one was the local mycologist Elynea; both told me that Neloth doesn't wish to be disturbed. After I explained who I was and even showed the Black Book I had on me, they decided to let me in, but only me.

I was able to levitate - or float - up the tower using some kind of magic stream, after which I was face to face with the master wizard himself. He's that man I met at Raven Rock, the one who was confused at how the people were acting near the crystal, and the man who showed great interest in my butt. He also remembered me very well as that little girl searching for Miraak, and I was happy to explain what had happened and showed him the Black Book as proof. I explained that I was now looking for more information and perhaps even information about learning Miraak's secrets in hopes of eventually defeating him. Neloth, however, wasn't willing to just help a stranger out of the blue.

"Can't you see I'm incredibly busy?" he first remarked. "First of all, what's even in it for me? You don't simply ask a favor from a master wizard of House Telvanni without having something to offer in return."

I had a feeling his help wouldn't come easy, but that's when I remembered something, as I thought we had a mutual friend! I ended up twisting the truth a little, but I guess telling him that "Aliya told me you could help me if I mentioned her name" was the wrong card to play because he actually got mad.

"That talentless fetcher? I never want to see her or hear her name again unless it's to put that stupid brat in her place once and for all." He then went on to ramble about something I didn't even pay much attention to, something more about her talents and the position which she should've never been given, and some colossal debt of thirty thousand septims she still owes him. Well, they have history, alright. Yet, despite all his anger, I could see him smiling when describing her, so maybe they're not on that bad terms despite Neloth acting all offended over me mentioning her name.

"Okay, okay", I said, profusely apologizing for daring to take him for granted. "I'm not expecting help for free…"

He still had no idea who I was, but now since I've been here for a while causing a ruckus, he has figured out something about me, like me being a Dragonborn and what I did north of here in the Skaal Village. He said, "Maybe we can work something out", and asked me what I knew about the Black Books.

I admitted "not much", as the Skaal didn't reveal anything to me about them, but I told him who I think the books are connected to. "They have something to do with Hermaeous Mora, right?"

"You're right", he said. "Since you were able to figure out that much, I assume you're familiar with him?"

I told him about that one time with Septimus, how I helped him open that cube, how this Daedra had taken an interest in it, in me, and the contents inside. His eyebrows raised up when I uttered the words Oghma Infinium. He said he's been looking for it himself and would like to see it. Maybe some other time, as it's at my home.

This brought us back to the topic of Black Books. There are many of them in this world, but nobody really knows how many or where all of them are located. All over Tamriel, presumably. On Solstheim, there are maybe like half a dozen of them, so quite a few! He also said that some of them could be from the future, which sounds just insane. I mean, isn't time linear? Or, if not linear, then at least cyclical? That's if you believe in the "kalpic cycles"… I better not get too deep into that because it doesn't really matter, and it's confusing my pea brains anyway…

These books are feared and sought after, as they contain "forbidden" knowledge, and merely being exposed to their contents can be dangerous. Neloth even has a Black Book of his own, but it won't help me, as the knowledge stored in that book has nothing to do with dragons, the Dragonborn, the dragon cult, or anything of the sort. However, he thinks he knows where the book I'm looking for is.

"So, you won't tell me where it is because you want a price for that information?" I asked him.

"If retrieving it was as simple as sending someone else to fetch it, I would've gotten my hands on it already", Neloth said, and quite condescendingly so, might I add. "No, what I'm suggesting is that we fetch it together. I'm going to need multiple sets of hands at my disposal to acquire it, which is where you will help me, and you are going to need my brains and knowledge, which is how I'll help you."

"Sounds fair", I said.

"I'm not done", he said, sounding annoyed. "I'll let you read the book to acquire the knowledge you require, but after that's done, I'm keeping the book. Any objections?"

"None whatsoever."

"Good."

Now, that's where I was expecting us to plan our little trip and set on our journey, but he can't leave yet, or so he says. As he said when I first met him, he's quite busy with his current research, and he can't just leave his tower without a master for an extended period before first making some preparations. I suppose that's reasonable, and I even offered him my help. This made him stare me down and say something about having me help him personally after he was done with lunch. Seeming distracted, he called for his personal steward, "Varona", but got no reply. "Where has that useless little bitch gone…" he muttered under his breath. "You, go fetch my little Varona. Tell her I want canis root tea and apple-cabbage soup, piping hot, and holly berry tart for dessert. Hurry up."

"As you wish", I said and shrugged.

"And you will refer to me as "Master Neloth"", he added, smiling as he eyed me up and down.

"Y-yes, Master Neloth." It felt a little weird, but I played along. Is he coming on to me? Well, he's obviously into little girls, and based on the fact that he referred to Varona as "his little Varona", I'm guessing she could be young herself. Yeah, if that isn't a clue, I haven't found her yet. Talvas the apprentice said that Varona is visiting Raven Rock for supplies, so we should just wait for her return. Neloth disagreed and said that he didn't care where she was, as his instructions to me were crystal clear: "go fetch my little Varona!"

I didn't have much choice…

Sadly, it doesn't seem like Varona's been to Raven Rock, so maybe something must've happened to her on the way? I sure hope not… Neloth looks a little worried now, but the mission still hasn't changed. Well, now on top of having to fetch her, I also have to figure out what happened to her. Great! I suppose I should try looking around the main road from here to Raven Rock again? Maybe see if we can find some clues on the roadsides…

That's all for tomorrow though. We've been up all night, and I decided to try making Neloth the tea he wants myself. It shouldn't be too hard, right? I've never brewed canis root tea, but I don't imagine it being too tricky…

It also seems that I'm still the only one allowed in Neloth's tower. Serana and Sofia are staying in Ulves Romoran's cookhouse, where they used to have an inn until they closed its operations thirty years ago. I guess this place doesn't get enough visitors? Either way, they're allowed to stay in those rooms as long as they keep them clean by themselves and help around the kitchen. I would rather sleep down there as well, but Neloth insisted on me staying here in his tower…

Oh, I think the tea is just about done, so I'll just have to close my diary now…

Sun's Height, 17th, 4E 203

I'll begin by saying that Neloth claimed he didn't like my tea, even though he actually ended up finishing the cup… So I guess it couldn't have been all that bad!

That being said, since I hadn't been able to find his little steward, he insisted that I would fill that hole. Preoccupied with his studies and working on enchanting staffs on his workstation, he needed me to do some cleaning, help him by fetching stuff, and prepare a warm bath for him. The idea of being reduced to being a slave-maid annoyed me a little, but I bit my tongue because I really need this guy's help.

"Since you're about the same size as Varona", he said, "you can use her uniform." Talvas then led me to her room, apologizing about me having to do this. I just shrugged and said it's no biggie; maybe something fun will come out of it.

Varona's room is very barebones, with only a bed, a table, and a couple of closets, and the door it has isn't exactly private either. Normal to many Telvanni settlements, the door is completely circular, made out of wood, and you can totally see through it no matter what angle you look at it from. It honestly feels more like a door to a prison cell than a girl's room, and if being forced to change clothes in an "open" room like that wasn't humiliating enough, the uniform he had prepared for me was even more risqué than anything I have ever forced Sissel to wear! Sure it resembled your typical black-and-white Breton maid outfit, but it was just so lewd, and the skirt was so short it couldn't even cover my panties adequately. Add the thigh-high socks and the stripper heels that were part of the official uniform, and it looked like an outfit a whore straight out of a costume brothel would wear!

Before I was even halfway done with dressing up, I felt Neloth's stare through the door, with him inspecting my body. I didn't really even bother covering up and just told him I was almost done, but he wasn't waiting. He walked straight through the door and demanded that I would face him directly with a sense of urgency in his voice. Wondering what was up with him, I figured out exactly what he was so curious about now. His eyes were locked to the lewd crest on top of my womb.

He told me that he had suspected from the start that I was a lewd girl, but me bearing Sanguine's mark was a pleasant surprise that blew his expectations away. Needless to say, he knew everything about it. "I was saving playing with you until bedtime, but with this, we can start right away", he said. Before I even got a chance to object or slow him down a little, he cast a spell on me with an instantaneous effect. The crest began glowing and humming faintly, and I felt my body tingle and my privates throb deep in my body. It was like I had gone from calm and collected to being like a Khajiit in spring heat in a matter of seconds, and it shocked me so much that I couldn't utter a word. It felt uncomfortably good, and I had no idea what manner of magic he had cast on me. He just smirked and urged me to finish dressing up, joking about how his tower wasn't gonna clean itself.

And so, I reluctantly got to work, but in less than ten minutes, my panties were already damper than the mop I was using to scrub the floor. I tried to reason and begged him to just let me do my job normally, but he just told me to stop bitching and whining. On top of feeling hot and hormonal, I'm not actually used to high heels, so it was frustratingly difficult. I had no idea why he was making me do all this in that condition, and it's clear that I didn't do a perfect job. Mind you, I pride myself on being meticulously clean! I began to feel he didn't even care about me cleaning in the first place and that it was all just a ploy to make me feel shame and pain from being so horny, and honestly, mission fucking accomplished. I was ready to jump on any dick I could've gotten my hands on! But since he - or anyone else for that matter - wasn't going to relieve me of my stress, I had to take matters into my own hands.

I could barely stand, so I sat on that long, stiff, hard broom handle and rode it. As soon as I touched myself, I couldn't stop anymore. I kept going until I came, which honestly only took a hot minute. My knees gave up, and I collapsed momentarily on the floor. Neloth noticed me shortly after, telling me to get my ass back to work and to prepare him a warm bath. There's no way he didn't notice me cumming, but he acted like he didn't care. Worst of all, as I returned to my duties, I realized that my attempt to ease my own sorry state only made everything worse. I was still horny beyond reason, and all I could think of was long, hard, throbbing cocks.

Somehow, I managed to finish washing the floor, but instead of rewarding me, Neloth sent me on my next task, reminding me that his bath time was right around the corner. Frustrated, I gave in to my desires by begging his assistant to fuck me quick but ended up having to pleasure myself again after he refused, citing "he would kill me" as the reason for not helping me out. And, sure enough, my condition got even worse after masturbating again.

I barely did a fast enough job because, by the time I had managed to heat the water tank enough for the water inside to be just right, Neloth walked in. I couldn't think straight, and I couldn't focus on what he was telling me because all I could see in front of me was his cock, which I - according to him - stared at with my big white saucer eyes with a face so red-hot that he could see my breath steaming. My ears only perked up properly after he urged me to get naked and proceed to wash him and let me just tell you, never ever in my life before have I said "Yes, Master" quicker and with more enthusiasm than there and then.

He laid back with his erection pointing up between his legs and ordered me to share the cramped little bathtub with him, which I was excited to do. I was happy to help and ready to feel good, but instead of offering me relief, he told me to clean his dick first, specifically asking me to do it with my mouth. This time, I obliged a little more hesitantly because I just wanted to feel good myself, but his pleasure had to take precedence. Still, without voicing a complaint, I took hold of him with my right hand and guided my tongue and mouth down his shaft. I instinctively touched myself and fingered my pussy while I sucked him off, and surprisingly, he didn't try to stop me. In fact, I bet he quite liked how I shook my butt as my body jerked with pleasure while I simultaneously continued to gobble his cock up.

Being given an order to clean his cock meant letting my mouth touch every part of it, and he was just about the right size for me to reach all the way down to the base. Yes, his dick was big, but it's nothing an experienced dick-sucker such as myself wouldn't be able to handle. I showed no hesitation or fear and no sign of gag reflex and made sure to get it sparkly clean and glistening wet with my saliva. Masterful as I was with my moves, I could not hold myself back mentally, and I stopped after just a minute to beg. I wanted that thing inside of me, saying it was not fair of him to torture me by making me feel excitement without relief.

His response surprised me. "You sure are demanding for Sanguine's sex slave. Has your god not taught you any discipline? Very well then, you can proceed to clean with your vaginal juices too."

Oh, but I HAVE been taught discipline! It's just that I'm such a bad, bad girl who likes being disobedient every now and then! Oh, but Neloth's words were music to my ears, and I basically climbed up his body to position myself with his cock. I proceeded to take him in, and the sheer girth of his cock made me cum instantly. Still, it didn't stop me from taking it as deep as humanly possible and from riding him like possessed. I wanted to hump and jump my body so hard, and luckily he made it very easy for me. I sang my song of moans and pleasure for him, and I almost managed to squeeze two whole pumps of his dick going in and out of my body with my hips dancing alone. Yet, no matter how good I felt and how hard I came from riding his dick, my hunger would not be sated. The crest was burning like lava with Magicka, and it was driving me nuts, making my horniness uncontrollable. All I wanted was more!

He came way too quickly for my liking, but it was hardly a surprise, given how hard I went on him. Still, as brief as the first session was, it managed to make me feel incredible. I swear, the feeling of a man's cock erupting and throbbing violently inside my quim never gets old. I almost wanted to continue going at it, but him holding me down made moving impossible. Besides, he now had a new problem; he playfully chastised me for making him cum, because there was absolutely no way he would be able to take a bath now! He cast a new spell on me, which seemed to have a calming effect on my crest. He then ordered me to wash him up traditionally with some sponge, soap, and a few buckets full of water, saying I would be punished later for my selfishness and the waste of water.

Sure enough, he tied my hands behind my back with leathery cuffs and chains as soon as we got out of the bath, with him once again increasing the intensity of the spell he had on me. This time, I wasn't even able to touch myself, so I just twisted and turned naked in front of him, almost as if writhing in agony, and felt my knees buckle inward as I rubbed my thighs together. He then held a thick and robust steel collar in his hands, saying he would give me immediate relief if I would be willing to become a pet for her. He wanted me on my knees, begging and whining like a puppy, and I played along happily. I was all in with him playing owner, reducing me into being a slave, and letting him collar me. After that, just as he had promised, he gave me relief, this time inside the master bedroom.

He held me up in his arms, with his palms on my butt and my legs around his waist, and gently rested my lower back on top of a pillow, positioning himself on top of me. I kept my legs spread, inviting him to penetrate me, and clasped my hands into fists in anticipation. He filled me up once more, all while holding me down by the collar, even going as far as choking me a little. The slight pain I felt and the feeling of being so helplessly tied up, was honestly the best, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching and feeling him dominate me. He most definitely enjoyed it too, given how he smiled while hurling humiliating insults my way. I didn't mind being called a worthless slut. In fact, even that felt good!

He took his time with cumming this time around, but when he eventually did finish inside, I finally felt truly satisfied. In hindsight, as painful as waiting for him to stop torturing me was, I even enjoyed that part of him playing around with me. That makes me think: since he knows spells that can control my very horniness at a mere snap of his finger, would he do it again? I mean, he can do that any time of the day without even a warning, without me being able to defend against such an "attack", and given the intensity of such magic, I wouldn't be able to resist. I couldn't resist today, so the future wouldn't be different. It's a little scary, but such magic can reduce me into being a helpless slave even more effectively than deadly magic could. I wonder how he knows such a spell? Could others learn it too? If there are people who know it, I hope they have my best intentions in mind…

Speaking of best intentions, he's refusing to uncollar me. I'm not sure if I should be a little scared of him or if I should feel happy and excited about him treating me like this…

He let me take a bath to clean myself, and so graciously allowed me to wrap up my workday without any distractions. Now, he's complaining about me being a slow and inaccurate cleaner and rants about wanting to find Varona posthaste. I promised to dedicate the following day to finding out where she is and bringing her home, provided she's still alive. The wilds are dangerous, after all, so I need to be prepared for the worst.

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