There is a far off place in the Oblivion plane called the Shivering Isle. With lush plant life and strange inhabitants, it is a feral and unstable place. Perhaps it has to do with its design or mayhaps its inhabitants, either way, it's a place of dreams and realities for any person willing to tame it.
My name is Pearl, and this is my story of how I entered the Shivering Isle and became the Princess of Madness.
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I was in Bravil when I first heard of the door that was sparking everyone's curiosity. Word had gotten around about the small island that had seemingly sprouted up overnight and the unfortunate souls who had managed to wander inside only to come out idiots.
After all that I had seen of Cyrodiil, all that I had been, I was bored and looking for something to do. The Mages, the Fighters, the Thieves, the Arena; I'd conquered each quest I'd set out on and now I was spending my time, pick pocketing and looting houses, selling goods and whispering death orders. Martin had long since frozen to stone as the great Dragon in the Imperial City. I was out of things to do.
So I set my sights on the Strange Door and when the guard standing outside warned me not to go in, I smiled and made sure he saw how my breasts showed in my huntsman's vest before turning and sashaying into the blinding purple light.
Silly Imperial, a Breton never backs down from a challenge.
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It was a strange world that was for sure. The first obstacle I encountered was the damn Gate Keeper. He was tough and for a moment I feared this might be my end but I managed to get the upper hand and he fell. Digging the keys out of him was another story but I'd rather not go over that right now.
I entered Mania and was struck by the beauty that surrounded me. I was in love with this place. The further I had wandered the more apparent that the creatures here were strange and mostly unwelcoming until I saw her.
Mazken, they call themselves. Dark Seducers. Beautiful, Amazonian women dressed in armor like a Peacock feather and their voices as rich as honey. The Mazken directed me to New Sheoth and I felt wretched learning of her guardian status. Such a waste in my opinion, she'd look so good spread before me.
I made my way to New Sheoth and took orders from Sheogorath, the Prince of Madness. A strange fellow but pleasant enough. Color me surprised when I saw the Golden Saint, standing guard at the entrance. What the hell was up with all these women walking around like this? I felt myself getting wet just looking at them. Haskill looked like he could use a good suck but he was a little old for my tastes.
Little by little, bit by bit, I began to understand the way the creatures of the land worked. I fought, I stole, I murdered, and one day, the Graymarch came and went. Suddenly, I had a staff and they were bowing down to me.
The new Princess of Madness.
Haskill, the dear, explained the ins and outs to me, my duties to the Shivering Isle's and more so, the perks of being royalty in this court. My ears perked up at the word 'entertainment' and I knew exactly what it was I wanted. The woman brought in to dance for me was fair enough, her skin a golden tone and her hairs like flaxen wheat but I was busy watching the Mazken beside my throne to pay her much attention. Suddenly a plan began to form and I smiled in glee knowing my desires would be sated soon enough.
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I was tired, dirty, and in a foul mood by the time I returned to New Sheoth. I had gone to Hale to help the Dark Seducers that had been dispatched to quell the creatures that were over running the place. My light armor was worn down and needed repair. I was in a very foul mood.
"Alessia! Here, now."
My personal Dark Seducer guard Alessia was the prettiest little thing you had ever seen. Her flesh was supple and smooth, a dark even purple, her breasts perky and plump, encased in the armor that all of the Mazken wore. She had the most pleasant face that I had ever seen and I kept her close to me. It helped that she was ruthless and as cutting as a Khajiit in a room full of wolves.
She silently came to me in her submissive way and I smiled despite my mood.
"Undress me and take my armor to be repaired."
I felt her soft hands unsnapping hooks and loosening belts. I felt my pussy starting to clench as she purposefully rubbed her hands over my breasts as she removed my curias.
"I want you to send Melindra in here on your way out."
She frowned and I smirked. My girl was jealous.
I turned and grasped her neck firmly in my hands, appraising her face and body, my other hand coming up to slide beneath her chainmail and cup her sex.
"Give me a few moments with her and then we'll all play hmmm?" She smiled, appeased and left to do as I asked her. I slid off my underclothes and began the process of washing myself. The dirt and blood was making me feel disgusting.