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 singing some pleasant tunes, mumbling and even talking to herself when she's alone, 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, 17th, 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.

Next, he wanted to catch up with my progress regarding the Nerevarine prophecy, which is great because that's also what I wanted to discuss. 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 Savile had given me. 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 by working for her, I could earn that in mere months. Sounds like such easy money…"

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" he said with a curious smile. "But don't be fooled. Never mind the price for the slave being unrealistically, outrageously high; the deal she's offering you is too good to be true. Not even the prettiest girl in all of Tamriel could make that kind of money selling her body in such a short time."

Listening to him say it out loud, I felt like a bit of an idiot. I mean, it sounds so obvious that the deal is too good to be true when you put it in writing, but… Oh, no buts. I was blinded by my naïvety, plain and simple. "What would you suggest I do then?" I asked. "I mean, I still need to liberate that woman from slavery so that she can help me…"

"Well, you could try to find another woman, or steal that slave from her, but maybe…" He stopped his sentence to think, letting out an audible "Hmmm" as he stared straight into my soul with a mysterious smile on his face. Then, out of nowhere, he placed his hand up to my cheek, gently stroking my hair, 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 of the Zainab Tribe, and mentioned Sonummu 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. "Listen up, and listen well. One way or another, she's going to get you in trouble and try to turn you into a sex slave for real, and that's a guarantee. Think about it; why would she want to share the profits with you when she could use you instead and keep everything for herself?"

My confusion and shock turned into an awkward smile, and even though I couldn't utter a reply, my silence must've spoken volumes to him.

"Still, it's imperative that you let yourself get screwed over", Aryon continued, "and do everything exactly as she says. No, no, scratch that. When she eventually 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. Oh, and whatever you do, 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 about to make the biggest mistake of her life. Makes you a perfect assassin for me."

Hearing that last sentence finally made it all click in my head, but I still didn't understand what he wanted. So, I asked him for a clarification. "Wait, what are you suggesting…?"

"Do I really need to spell it out?" he asked, leaning even closer to my face. Even though he and his buttery voice remained as tender as before, I could also sense malice oozing from his every spoken word. "I want you to infiltrate Tel Aruhn under the guise of a prostitute and assassinate Archmagister Gothren for me. Think you can handle it, little miss Nerevar?"

I was shocked! Like, his suggestion caught me completely off guard! Desperate for advice, I glanced at Kanna, fishing for answers from her, but she was just listening keenly and quietly with a calm smile on her face. Most strangely of all, she looked amused by Aryon's proposition, even though my heart felt like exploding! Still, even though she didn't nod - or respond in any other way, for that matter - I could somehow tell she wasn't opposed to this. So, I finally turned back to Aryon, and smiled awkwardly, giving him the slowest nod I'd ever given anybody. "Yeah, I… I think I can handle that…"

"I know you can", he said and finally put some distance between the two of us. "And believe me, this might just be the only way. Gothren is far too powerful for you - or me, for that matter - to defeat using conventional means, so treachery and deception are your best weapons against him. And I KNOW you can pull this off. Trust me, as I trust in you. Oh, and trust me on this as well: you will be reimbursed handsomely for your work, okay?"

His words of encouragement made me believe in myself, and the promise of riches helped too, so I nodded again, this time a little bit more enthusiastically. "What's the plan then?"

He fell deep in thought, but ultimately, he didn't have a satisfactory answer for me. "How you'll get the job done is for you to decide, and I can't help you with that. At least not yet. But know that I have eyes and ears inside Tel Aruhn, and my allies will be happy to help you, just like I will help you once you're inside. Trust me. Secondly, I trust you have friends and allies of your own that can help you with this mission." Saying that, he glanced at Kanna and nodded at her. Surprisingly, she nodded back. "Don't be afraid to ask them for help, whoever they might be. I trust you to be resourceful. Thirdly, you should probably 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. And lastly, don't rush. I know I'm asking a lot from you, which is something I don't take lightly, and while I'm confident in your chance at success, I don't want to pressure you. But remember, while the risks involved will be tremendous, the rewards will be equally massive. For both of us. Now, any questions?"

Since I had none, I promised to think this through, prepare accordingly, and do the best I could, which coincidentally was the end of our meeting.

Still, even though I all but agreed to go along with this insanity, I can't stop wondering… what am I getting myself into!? This sounds so 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. Aryon certainly seems confident in this plan, but what if this fails? What if I fail? Oh geez, I don't even want to imagine…

Regardless, Kanna is fully on board with this, just as I suspected she would. "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 get to Tel Aruhn. Got at least two stops on the way. We'll start by sailing to Tel Mora for my clothing order, and then continue 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, 19th, 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, 20th, 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.

Sun's Dawn, 21st, 3E 428

Today, I entered Tel Naga with the unenviable task of trying to convince Master Neloth to support my bid to become the Telvanni Hortator.

I had never been inside his tower before, primarily because he hates having visitors and "tourists" wandering around his home. This was evidenced by the captain of Neloth's guard Berengeval, who told me to piss off upon entry, warning me I would "end up like little Nartise" if I didn't, which honestly startled me a little. I didn't even know who he was talking about! But after I told him who I was and that Master Aryon had sent me, the tune in his voice luckily changed. He told me to go right ahead and said Master Neloth would be waiting for me.

Walking and floating up the tower, trying to navigate the labyrinthine interiors of Neloth's giant Emperor Parosol tower, I made a strange observation. He had several guards and a couple of wizards in his service, who all were male and modestly dressed either in armor or robes, but he also had a few servants, who were all young scantily-clad women. More importantly, they all looked like slaves, with bracers around their wrists and collars on their necks! Or could they have been paid servants? I'm not sure. One of them, a young Dunmeri girl who couldn't have been much older than me, looked miserable and scowled at me when we made eye contact, while one busty young Nord, despite wearing nothing but a ragged linen dress with a VERY short skirt, was humming songs of mirth while performing her cleaning duties, and waved happily at me when she saw me.

As for Neloth, he's not as eccentric as some of the other Telvanni Masters are, but he is an incredibly self-absorbed personality with a superiority complex, and doesn't care about anyone or anything that isn't directly related to him. That's not to say he's hateful in any way, though. He's just apathetic and indifferent toward outsiders, almost like a spitting image of your stereotypical Telvanni wizard.

This became very apparent to me when I finally made it to his study room, as he didn't so much as glance at me. He must've mistaken me for one of his servants and told me to fetch him some ingredients from the basement for an experiment he was in the middle of. Correcting him only seemed to make him grumpy, and while he was willing to hear me out, I could tell he thought it was a waste of time and wanted me out of his sight as quickly as possible.

So, I told him I'm both Nerevarine and Master Aryon's newest apprentice, and told him what I wanted, asking him to please just vote for me to become the Telvanni Hortator. Even this didn't seem to wash the sour expression off his face, but he took notice and asked me two simple questions: "Is that necessary? Are you even qualified?" I didn't know what to say, so I simply nodded and said "Yes" to both of his questions, after which he turned his head and returned to whatever experiment he was conducting. "Good, then go ahead", he said and shooed me away with his hand. "I don't care. Be the Hortator. Now go away."

I was so surprised. Like, was that a yes? I mean, it was, but before I could leave his room to get back to the ground level, he stopped me.

"Wait, don't go!" he yelled, ordering me to walk back over. Pray tell if he had to actually walk to me, if you know what I mean. "I remember you now", he said, with his attention now fully on me, or more specifically, everything about me except my face. "Aryon told me about a promising young wizard with a sweet ass. That must be you, right?"

Sweet ass!? Hearing that made me blush since Aryon never even suggested he viewed me that way! Sure, he's been a little flirty with me, but still! As for Neloth, okay, I didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this! Maybe it should've been obvious given how his female servants were dressed, but still!

Despite my surprise, I told him that yes, that's indeed who I am, and just to make sure, I asked him if Aryon really said those things about me.

"Don't get so full of yourself now", he said with a wrinkled brow, and stared me straight in the eye. "You may be enough for him and his low standards, but just you know, you wouldn't be worthy of an apprenticeship under my roof." I maybe felt a little hurt hearing him say that, but I supposed I shouldn't take it to heart, and since I didn't want to offend him or anything, I just confirmed what he said and told him I had much to learn.

"Still, he was right about one thing", he said, stroking his jaw and beard while inspecting my figure, well-hidden by my modest Telvanni half-robe and skin-tight black pants. "You are as pretty as he said you are. I wish I could steal you away from Aryon to stick it to him. In fact, I think I changed my mind. I won't vote for you unless you help me annoy Aryon in the process. Will you entertain me for a bit?"

"S-sure…"

"Aryon hasn't banged you yet, right?"

I knew where this was going. It was so obvious from the way he looked at me. He was about to coerce me into having sex, and I'll be honest, I was all for it. So, I told him the truth. "No, he hasn't", I said, acting all shy despite the little smile on my lips.

"In that case, I'll take my chances and do it before he has the opportunity to", he announced, forcefully grabbing hold of my collar. "I just wish I could see the look on his face when he realizes that Master Neloth got to pound your tight, underage Altmer pussy before he did. And just so you know, I won't be taking "no" for an answer."

I'll be honest, even though he saw having sex with me as nothing more than a means of sticking it to Aryon, I was quite amused by this turn of events, and my heart pounded excitedly. I've never been a type for long courtship, and while a part of me appreciates Aryon's flirty, gentlemanly approach, and his style of trying to unlock my maiden's heart through romance and seduction… I'm no maiden! My brain doesn't work like that! Faster the hook-up, and faster we just get on with it, the better! Besides, even though Neloth, this stubborn old man, didn't want to admit he was infatuated by my charm, I knew better. It was so painfully obvious he didn't just want to stick it to Aryon; he also wanted to stick it into me specifically.

So, needless to say, I took on the offer - not that I had a choice in the matter, as he said - and made sure to taunt him a little in the process. I told he'd better make it worth my while then, and said that I'm not that easy to please. I think he took offense to that, because before I could even register he was casting something, he put me under a paralysis spell. Just like that! Like a snap of a finger! And since his personal quarters were fairly small, it took him no effort to toss me on his bed.

His spell, while weak, lasted just long enough for him to take out a couple of slave bracers, enchanted to silence all spell-casting, and firmly lock them in. I panicked a little, asking him, "What the fuck", which made him smirk and let out a self-righteous harumph. "I'm hard to please too", he said, forcefully revealing my belly and chest while I continued to lie motionless on his bed. Fondling my chest while holding both my hands down, he said he wouldn't let me go until he felt completely satisfied.

As soon as he had me topless, he tied my hands helplessly behind my back, and told me to keep my ass up. Stripping my pants, he gave me a good smack on my ass the moment he saw bare skin, and reminded me of the pecking order. He was my master, and I was his slutty little n'wah, nothing but a common slave. He grabbed me by my hair and my tits again, pulling my ass closer to his groin, and as I could feel his breath right beside my ear, he asked me: "Do you understand, whore?"

I wasn't sure if he was for real or just playing, but given how he wasn't actually trying to hurt me, despite being VERY rough, my gut leaned toward the latter guess, and now that the initial shock had worn off, I was feeling playful. And wet. Perhaps it was foolish of me, but I dared him to do his worst, and resigned to my fate.

Still having me in the same position, he released hold of my chest just to steer his dick in place, and by Sanguine's drunken ramblings, his cock was huge! One quick motion, and he hit it all the way to the back! And he fucked me so hard! It's like every stroke of his cock pushed my belly button forward a little! I can't believe I ever questioned if he could please me, as he made me feel sooo fucking gooood!

Then, he asked me the same question again, putting a much stronger emphasis on the last spoken word: "Do you understand, whore?"

I moaned yes, multiple times over, but I don't think he liked the answer. He pinched my nipples and cast a shock spell, and I swear, I came the moment he did! It wasn't a full-blown vaginal orgasm, but it caught me so off-guard I couldn't help it! I think he cast another spell too, but I have no idea what he did to me! All I know is that I'd never felt so good being helpless!

Again, he asked the same question, but this time, I had the wherewithal to respond and address him properly. I addressed him as he wanted, called him my master, and called myself his slave. His word was my command, and my only concern was pleasing him. This seemed to finally be good enough for him, as he didn't go to trash-talk me after that anymore.

Oh, but even though I didn't say it out loud, my own selfish desire to feel good also shined through, and I couldn't hide the fact that I was enjoying myself. Like, there's a chance this man would've raped me and left me a sobbing mess if I said no, saying I had to do it no matter what in order to satisfy him, but that just speaks of the desire he felt toward me, which made him fucking me feel even better! There's nothing quite as hot as a man who knows what he wants, and then goes to any length to get what he wants, and for me, Neloth was that man! He made me cum so hard!

It didn't take long for him to cum inside me either. In fact, if there's one thing I would criticize him for, it's being a quick shot. I would've loved for him to cast a spell to keep his dick up, continue pounding me, berating me, and slapping me around like a hunk of meat, but once he had filled my ten-year-old pussy with his seed, he sadly lost interest. He just let go of me, let me collapse face-forward against his bedsheets, and gave me one final spank on my asscheeks. He tossed the key to my bracers next to me, and told me to get out, making sure to call me a whore again, with contempt and sarcasm dripping from his every word. "Oh, and please tell your patron how you screamed my name like an idiot", he reminded me.

Well, that seems to be the deal now. I mean, I have to do it to get his vote, right? I wonder how Master Aryon will react…

All in all, I'd call that a very fruitful day!

While I was gone, Kanna wrote another letter, this time to Severa Magia. She seemed worried about Severa being angry at her, given how neglectful she's been with her duties to Dark Brotherhood in the past few weeks, but I told her not to worry. I'm pretty sure Severa knows she's helping me, and her primary mission right now is to keep collecting the Threads of the Webspinner, not taking on new assassination contracts. Still, I suppose I understand why she wants to write her an apologetic letter anyway.

Now, I think we'll spend the rest of our day honing our skills instead of writing, as Big Helende still isn't back from whatever errand she's on. I have a lot to work on, as I still haven't mastered Mark and Recall, and I really want to nail those spells and get them just right, as they could be useful in the future. Meanwhile, Kanna wants to get better at summoning Daedra and bind a new minion to her control - possibly an elemental atronach - and more importantly, she wants to learn to fight using her new spear. I'm no expert in close-quarters combat, but I think she's getting the hang of it! She's got Staada as her teacher, who I guess is the best coach she could ask for!

Anyway, time to train, and see if I can even teleport a short distance…

Sun's Dawn, 22nd, 3E 428

We spent a couple of hours at Dirty Muriel's Cornerclub talking to Big Helende, who couldn't believe her eyes when she saw us with the stolen staff. She was so amazed, and honestly didn't think we would even take the job considering the risks involved. The ten or so footpads who had attempted this heist over the past years hadn't even been able to make it inside the upper chambers of Tel Branora without being attacked, and the one who did make it there got immediately captured, supposedly suffering "grueling torture" in Therana's Kwama dungeon, using Big Helende's own words. I think I know what she meant.

It was time to discuss our payment, and instead of taking what she offered us - a fat sack of drakes and an enchanted ruby ring - I asked for a favor.

"I need you to smuggle some stuff for me", I said and gave her my own sack of gold. I didn't go into detail about why I needed help, but told her that the gist is that I need to cause some "ruckus" inside Tel Aruhn's underground district, quoting internal Telvanni politics. She was quite surprised to hear I was associated with them, but lucky for me, she didn't question my allegiance to them. Just because I'm the future Archmagister's apprentice and about to become wealthy enough to never have to steal anything again, I want to keep close and friendly ties and continue being a part of their organization. A knife in the back is the last thing the Thieves Guild needs to worry about regarding me, and I doubt I'll have to worry about them betraying my trust either.

To cut that tangent short, she agreed to help me and was happy to accept my drakes. I won't get too much into detail about everything that our plan for smuggling enchanted gear, weapons, scrolls, and potions into Tel Aruhn entails, as it's not really important. Or interesting. Boring details. But it should be easy! She'll also safeguard our possessions here in the Cornerclub while we're on our mission, with no real threat of our stuff falling into the wrong hands. The Thieves Guild's vault at the Dirty Muriel's basement is said to be impregnable.

Now, all that's left to do is to go to Tel Aruhn, sign the contract with Savile Imayn, and start working for her in her brothel. Aryon thinks she will definitely screw me over, and even though Kanna agrees, she's been all smiles this whole evening. She says I shouldn't worry either since no matter what happens - even in the worst-case scenario - Savile "probably" won't put us through a hell similar to what we suffered in the Imperial City prison. I also think the danger excites her, maybe even arouses her.

Can't say I share the sentiment, as I can't even catch sleep. Like, how can she be sleeping so peacefully knowing we're about to jump down a perilous rabbit hole, the likes of which we may not be able to climb out of? Granted, that's only the worst-case scenario, but the chance is still there. Sure, we might walk out of there with Gothren's heart on a dagger, with Aryon becoming the new Archmagister and naming me the Hortator following the new council's vote, but there's always a chance that once the slave's bracers go on and sap us of our magicka, they'll never get off…

Still, I should trust in Aryon's plan, just like I trust our ability to get the job done… even though we don't even have a plan on how we'll accomplish it once we're inside yet… and let's not forget I'm still going to need that slave trained, so we can trick Kaushad into thinking he's about to marry a Telvanni high-born…

I should also trust Azura for what she sees in me. After all, I am her champion, Nerevar Incarnate, and if what the legends say is true, if Azura's prophecy protects me, I cannot and will not fail.

But what if I fail anyway? There have been other Incarnates before me, and they have failed in their quests…

I'm not one for prayers and relying on gods for protection, but maybe I'll pray to the Lady of Twilight tonight. Not exactly the best hour, as the night has already fallen, so perhaps I should wait until the break of dawn. I wonder if she feels just as anxious as I do and shares my concerns? I also wonder if she even approves of me taking this route in my quest? It's impossible for me to know, for in the absence of her presence, I only have my faith in her as my guide.

Whatever happens, my heart says this is the path I must take. I'll trust my gut, even if it may lead me to my ultimate folly.

• 19th Journal - The Laughing Vvardvark, pt. 1 (By Kanna / Aliya)