This is a multi-chapter series based on The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, with a big focus on BDSM/kink. Any and all feedback is incredibly appreciated. Hope you enjoy!
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It had been a week since Nadine Rielle had been whipped, collared and welcomed into the ranks of others who shared her dark desires. The weekend that followed her initiation had been more subdued; the others providing Nadine with much needed support and affection after the rough ritual, giving her a chance to settle in her new spiritual home and take in any valuable information housed within. She got to know them all a little better - seeing Vex's icy exterior melt away somewhat as the two shared a bottle of spiced wine and bonded over their stories of growing up as headstrong young women, warming up to Astrid and Nazir as she witnessed their gentler, more nurturing sides. She truly felt a connection with these people as she talked to them, their stories fascinating her and revealing their own quirks, vulnerabilities and idiosyncrasies as they each unravelled their coloured histories. On the eve of Sundas, she left feeling uniquely enlightened, ready to explore Skyrim anew.
As she went about her business in the outside world over the next week - reading books, casting spells, exploring tombs - everything felt more vivid, more
alive
. She felt as if she were seeing the world for the very first time, as if reborn, rediscovering lands she had wandered through countless times before. Despite her new-found wonder, Nadine itched to return to her Sanctum and the denizens within it. She was surprised at how much she missed it already. By the time Fredas arrived, she galloped toward Honningbrew Meadery with a careless abandon, every bump and rock in the road making her cunt throb as she bumped up and down on her horse, struggling to contain herself. The journey was almost as thrilling as the destination, and by the time she arrived was already on the precipice of coming. Ulfberth opened the cellar door to see Nadine giggling, cheeks rosied and hair blown every which way.
"Well, isn't
this
an interesting sight?" he grinned, picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder as she continued giggling mirthfully, delighted to be back where she belonged.
Within the Sanctum, the festivities were just beginning. Ysolda and Ingun bowed subserviently as they received their orders, collared and naked this time as they served the others their drinks. Giraud and Drevis sat around the fire lost within an animated conversation, Drevis excitedly gesturing towards the bookcase looming over them. Astrid and Vex sat at the end of the table, wrapped up in their own discussion. Vex's usual frosty demeanour had given way to a vulnerability rarely seen - even she could not resist Astrid's powerful, intoxicating allure. Across the table, Nazir and Brynjolf shared bawdy jokes and tales of their own debauched evenings in taverns across Tamriel as they quaffed their ale. Amber liquid splashed over onto the table as Nazir slammed his tankard onto the surface, howling in mirth. Jolted from their conversation, Vex and Astrid looked over, smirking at their bravado and chest puffing.
The first to notice Nadine's entrance were Aela and Adrianne, quietly sipping wine and watching the door. Nadine got the impression they had been eagerly awaiting her arrival, the thought sending a shiver down her spine in anticipation. From her perch over Ulfberth's shoulder, she saw their reaction to her entrance into the room, Aela grinning as Adrianne raised an eyebrow at the sight.
"I see my husband has provided a distinguished entrance worthy of our newest member," Adrianne exclaimed, as her husband propped Nadine before them.
Brushing down her skirt, Nadine felt her cheeks heat as she observed the woman's eyes raking down her body.
Waving off her embarrassment, Adrianne continued. "You'll be helping serve this week, so go along with Ysolda and Ingun and get ready."
Nodding, Nadine followed the women as instructed, her eyes transfixed on the ladies' round, peachy arses, mesmerised by the way they gently swayed and bounced as they walked. Already her head was swimming, lust consuming her, yearning to submit. With the same skillful manner they'd used during her initiation, Ysolda and Ingun made short work of disrobing Nadine and led her to what looked like a broken mead tank from the boilery. As she inhaled the aroma of heady florals and felt steam surround her, she realised that it was a makeshift bath.
Tentatively dipping her toe in to test the temperature, she lowered herself into the vessel gently, savouring the scents of the oils and the warmth of the water. As the ladies soaped her up, tending to her with a gentle care, she realised how long it had been since she had last had a proper bath, somewhere indoors and secluded. She relished the feeling of being treated like royalty, relaxing into Ysolda's hands as the woman rubbed oil into her pinked skin and letting Ingun shave the hair from her nether lips with a razor-sharp dagger. Having both women pay such close, intimate attention to her body aroused her in ways she could neither describe nor comprehend, and as her secretions began to coat her now clean-shaven labia, the increased sensitivity was nearly enough to drive her over the edge.
Perfumed, freshly shaven and naked, all that was left was to be collared. Nadine ached to have her new favourite garment on - she loved everything that it signified, and how it made her feel while wearing it. Her obtaining the collar was a prize all in itself, and a privilege she didn't take lightly. Eager to receive her collar and begin the evening's activities, she gazed earnestly at her two mentors, who led the way back to the sanctum hall.
"Just in time, ladies," Ulfberth smiled, motioning toward the empty bottles on the table. "We were starting to get thirsty."
As Ysolda and Ingun sauntered off to fetch more drinks, Ulfberth led Nadine to a small display case, retrieving her collar from within. He chuckled at her eagerness, holding her hair back and fastening the collar snugly around her neck, making sure it was secure but still comfortable.
"How's that feel?"
She purred, the familiar leather caressing her neck. "Perfect, Sir."
"Good. Now, go fetch me an ale, wench." Ulfberth punctuated his command with a firm slap of Nadine's arse.
During dinner Nadine was made to fetch drinks, serve food and present herself in various manners. Her naked form was groped, fondled, spanked, flicked, teased and subject to the patrons' whims. However, those present were aware of the rules, and her satisfaction was always kept a little too far away. By the end of the evening her body ached and her skin bruised like fruit, but the gnawing need between her legs was still ever-present. Restless, she waited along with Ysolda and Ingun for her orders.
"Nadine, if you would like to follow me to my chambers," Giraud said, gentlemanly as ever. "It's time to begin your training."
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Shelves and display racks surrounded them as the pair stepped into the room. Giraud's chambers housed a desk, bench, armchairs and a plush cushioned bed by the opposite wall - designed specifically for one very particular sort of tutelage. It was the first time Nadine had been alone with someone since her encounters with Brynjolf, and the whole nature of the situation felt much more intimate and somehow more nerve-wracking than her previous liaisons. Shifting nervously on her feet, she felt her bare cunt lips rub against one another, slick with her excitement.
"So good to finally be alone with you, Miss Rielle. It's wonderful to have another Breton among our numbers, especially one as enchanting and luscious as yourself."
Blushing at the compliment, Nadine felt herself grow giddy at the silver tongued man's attentions.
"Yes, I remember you from the Bards College...you were an extraordinarily proficient student. I recall thinking then how lovely your voice sounded reciting the Poetic Edda; how gifted your fingers were at plucking the strings of your lute." Pausing for a second, he traced a finger across her naked form, lingering on the goose-pimpled flesh of her breast. "Even then, I hungered to see that mouth and those hands wrapped around my cock, to know if they were as talented at providing other kinds of pleasure."
Every inch of Nadine dripped with desire, Giraud's words painting an incredibly erotic picture.
"I hear from some very reliable sources that you do indeed possess an aptitude for such things. However, I prefer my research to be practical rather than theoretical, so I'd like to find out first-hand."
He began undoing the laces on his tight breeches, Nadine eventually breaking eye contact to peer down. His manhood stood proudly, jerking upward, as if coaxing Nadine to pleasure it. She was only too happy to oblige, and began lavishing his cock with her mouth, putting her newfound skills to good use. Lapping the drops of salty fluid that formed on the head with fervour, she ran her tongue around it, tracing down the length of him before enveloping him fully in her mouth. While she did this, her hands kept busy at the base, stroking his firm shaft and gently cupping his balls. Her movements were precise and deliberate, every response Giraud made being an opportunity for her to learn what he liked and how best to please him. Moaning around his length as she took in more and more, she sucked fervently, insistent on showing her tutor how skilled a student she was.
"Very good work indeed," Giraud crooned approvingly, guiding his cock out of Nadine's mouth. "Still some training to do, but you have an aptitude, just as I suspected."
Tucking his erect cock back into his trousers and refastening, he walked over to a nearby bookshelf, casually examining its contents.
"Now, what to start with?"
He picked up a small, brown leather-bound book from the shelf, flicking through the pages idly as he spoke.
"Sit at the desk over there, Miss Rielle."
Obeying his command, she situated herself on the hardwood chair, hands resting on the desk, and awaited his instructions. He sat the book down in front of her; the cover gilded with golden bordering, surrounding the title:
The Lusty Argonian Maid, Vol. 1
.
"I'm assuming a lascivious minx such as yourself is familiar with this particular play?"
Nadine nodded. Everyone in Tamriel was familiar with this particular play, although few cared to admit it.
"Good. You'll be a natural at reciting it, then. I'll read the male parts, and you can read as the titular Lusty Maid. If at any point you stop reading, or don't read to my satisfaction, you will be punished. Is that understood?"
It sounded straightforward so far, but Nadine knew there must be more to it than this. Nevertheless, she agreed. "Yes, Sir."
"Excellent. You may begin."
Nadine took a breath, and started reading, her voice clear and crisp. She had reached the third word before she felt something warm and wet brush across her cunt, making her cry out in a mixture of shock and pleasure. Struggling to regain composure as the movement persisted, she continued reading, her delivery of the dialogue significantly bumpier than was standard.
