Dovahkiin POV:
I scream as Potema yanks me outside, the entire town of Morthal gathered and uninjured. For now. Alva, Hroggar, Agni, Falion, Benor, Aslfur, Gorm, Idgrod the Younger, Joric, Legate Taurinus Duilis, Jorgen, Lami, Jonna, Lurbuk, Thonnir, and Virkmund. I guess Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone must have been killed when the city was taken by Potema. My mistress grabs me by the back of the neck and loudly announces, "Three of you shall be killed for your crimes. The Dovahkiin here will decide who lives and who dies.". She turns to me with a smirk on her face and says, "Decide who survives the night and who joins my army.".
The woman shoves me towards the crowd, everyone looking at me with mixed looks on their faces. Alva and Hroggar are looking at me with challenging looks on their faces. Agnir, Falion, and Benor are all looking at me with fear filling their eyes, Agnir huddling up to poor Falion. Aslfur, Gorm, Idgrod the Younger, Joric, and Legate Taurinus Duilis are all glum and gazing at the ground as they accept their fate. The rest of the city is looking at me with hatred in their expression, no doubt blaming me for their soon to be deaths. I don't want any of them to die, but something tells me Potema truly will kill them all if I refuse to make the choice. Better to let three citizens die than let the entire town suffer because of an insane queen.
But who? I look at all of their faces, and feel a sensation swell up inside of me. I expect it to be my normal feeling of sadness and justice, but instead it's a darker feeling. One I'd expect an evildoer to feel. Who dies? Who dies? I get to decide! It's like my birthday come early! It's hard to decide who dies. Not because they all deserve to live, but I want to see them all suffer. Agni for one, her little body will look perfect broken and dead. Joric is an obvious choice, his little body will look perfect beside Agni. Now, who else? I've killed all the children, so I'll have to pick someone else. I quickly decide on Falion. He's a major help to the city, even if they don't like him.
Killing him will be the perfect blow. I turn to my beautiful mistress and tell her, "I've decided!". The woman looks absolutely shocked, but smirks and ask, "Who will die?". Without a second thought I answer, "Falion, Joric, and Agni!". The villagers instantly roar in anger at my choices, Joric's sister breaking down into tears and begging to take his place. My mistress laughs at my choices, hands me a knife, and commands, "Go to work.". I leap at Falion without a second thought, slashing the man from his right shoulder to his left hip. His blood comes gushing out as his organs flee his body, the thick white guts hitting the ground. Agni screams as her caretaker falls to the ground, pressing herself against Alva in her attempt to flee.
Alva snorts and pushes the child forward, my knife swinging down and sticking in her skull. She falls to the side as her body does a wild dance, the girl for some reason not dying. Falion moans as he dies, weakly reaching out for his adopted daughter. I quickly take my knife from Agni's skull and promptly raise my foot, bringing it down on the child's skull. Falion manages to groan at the sight, but my boot quickly rises and falls on his head. I turn and see Joric shivering in his shoes, looking at the brains stuck to my foot. I smile as I slowly walk up to him, the villagers quickly backing away from me. Even his sister doesn't come forward to help him in his time of need.
I lash out with my foot and hit his knee, the bone snapping and the boy falling to the ground. He cries and I make sure to tower over him, smiling down as I raise my foot for a third time. Joric's skull shatters and his brains stick to my foot, his sister letting out a lone cry as I wipe my boot on the ground. I turn back to my mistress, the woman standing there with a shocked look on her face. I walk over and pick up one of Potema's arms, wrapping myself in it and nuzzling against her jugular notch. The people of this city need to know who I belong to. I lean my head up and nibble the woman's neck, a comfortable darkness swelling in the back of my brain. I hardly notice the murmuring of the citizens.
Potema POV:
I was stunned when the woman actually killed the three citizens. I was honestly stunned she even chose three. However, she did screw up a little. The heads are ruined, so I can't use the bodies. She might have done that on purpose, but I don't think she would. That way she was killing them was like how a wolf kills an injured fawn. Without remorse and with relish. But there was one problem. What I felt. A small twinge of regret flickered inside of me, like a worm chewing on an apple's core. Was I doing the right thing? Do I actually care if I do the 'right' thing? What's with all of these sudden questions?
I don't have an answer for any of the thought swirling around in my mind. The woman is nibbling at my neck, but I couldn't care less. The citizens are murmuring about me. Are they pleased with me? Did I do something wrong? A queen is suppose to protect her subjects as best she can under any circumstance. Wait, what?! I'm the damned queen I should do what I want! I'm suddenly more aware of the woman's licking. She did well by killing the citizens, and I'm wetter than I've ever been before. Fucking my bitch in front of every citizen of Morthal seems like it would be a nice idea. It would at least give the people a few stories to retell to their fellows. So, I grab my Khajiit's face and whisper, "Are you just going to nibble on me all day, or are we going to fuck?". The woman chuckles and says, "You read my mind.".
Dovahkiin POV:
My mistress instantly pushes me to the ground, snarling as she shreds my clothes from my body. The citizens of Morthal begin mumbling in discontent, but we pay them no mind. Potema all but attacks my tits, and I can't help sighing in content when she brings one of her hands down to play with my cunt. A few of the citizens have attempted to get away, but the dragur guards growl them back into place. Looks like the people of Morthal will get to enjoy the sight of an insane queen fucking a corpse. Wait, fucking a corpse? Why in oblivion am I allowing Potema to fuck me?! Wait, why is she fucking me?!
Oh damn it, she's fucking me because I killed those people! My mind freezes as I realize something. I killed people. Two of them were children! I'm a monster. There's no other word for what I am. I took the lives of three innocent people, and two of them were children. My thoughts are interrupted by Potema roughly piercing me with her sinewy fingers. Why am I still letting this happen?! I'm about to fight, but then I realize something. I have a rare opportunity. I could kill Potema while she's busy sucking my tit. It'll kill me as well, but it'll save Skyrim. It's a sacrifice I have to make. All of Skyrim will think of me as a monstrous woman who committed multiple crimes, but there's no other way. Without a second thought I raise my hands, form a makeshift flesh hammer with them, and bring them down on Potema's head.
Elisif POV:
The feast is going just as planned, but I'm still pissed. This celebration is suppose to bring us all closer and strengthen the bond of Whiterun and Solitude. Bullshit. It's just so Balgruuf can show off his palace like an Orc shows off his cock. The food is delicious, but something is bugging me. I ignore it and look at the feast. Three wild boars are drizzled in a thick, tangy sauce. Ten quails are swimming in a delicious and creamy soup. About fifteen chickens share a bowl of milk with some potatoes and carrots. Twenty bowls of Elsweyr Fondue line the edge of the table. Five large elk are roasted and covered in gravy, apples shoved in their mouths.
Seven freshly caught hawks are bathed in a sweet orange sauce, herbs covering their skin. Eight foxes are seasoned and covered in a spicy sauce. Roughly thirty fish are prepared in a dozen different types of stews, each offering a unique taste. Two cows are roasted and covered in an insanely sweet sauce, oranges in their mouths. But none of those compare to the main dish, specially made for Balgruuf's 'guest'. The guards killed a dragon earlier this morning, but the meat was just harvested a few hours ago. I'm not sure why dragons are suddenly appearing without the Dovahkiin around, but we're at least making use of this one. The meat is spice, roasted, and covered in a secret sauce the cooks refuse to tell me about. I haven't tried it yet, but it looks delicious.
If only I could eat it. I'm too busy guzzling down drinks right now, but I'll eat some food later. Right now I'm focusing on the beer, rum, vodka, ale, whiskey, wines, fruity alcoholic drinks, herbal alcoholic drinks, rice wine, and brandy that's being served. Each time a cook passes me I make sure to grab a drink and guzzle it down as quickly as I can, Rikke looking on from behind me. She's been looking at me all night and I can see the contempt and anger in her eyes, but I couldn't care less what the woman thinks. Let her judge me about my drinking all she wants, but at the end of the day I'm still her queen and the ruler of Skyrim.
Besides, she can't do anything about how much alcohol I've already drunk. My insides are already comfortably warm, and I'm certain within a few bottles I'll be as drunk as any beggar I've ever come across. Jarl Balgruuf the Greater suddenly stands, clinks his fork against his glass for quiet, and announces, "I have yet another surprise for our guest. A cake in honor of our beautiful queen.". Damned right I'm beautiful. Balgruuf motions for the cake to be brought forward, and five servants carry the giant dessert out on a wooden tray. It's obviously heavy, and before they reach me the youngest cake bearer stumbles. She cries out as the dessert slides from the wood, splattering against the floor. Everyone is silent as they wait to see what I'll do. I guess I better give them a damned good show.
Rikke POV:
Elisif slowly stumbles to her feet, the drink obviously taking control of her. The woman is the epitome of the stereotypical drunk, her actions what a young child would expect a drunk to look like. The queen shakily walks up to the cake bearer that stumbled, raising her hand to strike. In an instant I leap over the table, grabbing the woman's hand. She's the queen of Skryim and has all the right to punish a disobedient citizen, but this is a different situation. The cake bearer is only a young child, and Balgruuf made a poor choice by choosing a child to carry the heavy burden.
The bearer is beautiful to look at (his intention was probably to impress Elisif), but she obviously wasn't strong enough to bear the weight of the dessert. Besides, it was a simple mistake and nothing more. The child didn't mean anything by accidentally tripping and causing the cake to slide off. When Elisif turns around it's clear we have different views on the matter. The woman screams at me, "YOU DARE TO DEFY YOUR QUEEN?!". I swallow nervously as I release her hand and back up, desperately saying, "No! No! I didn't mean anything, it was just-". My ass hits the table and I know I'm trapped. Elisif slowly stalks forward and snarls, "Traitor.". I shake my head and swear, "My loyalty is to the crown and nobody else!". The woman grabs a knife from the table and whispers, "Liar!". She brings the knife down in a smooth arch.
Note: So here's the rundown on what works are happening when.
1. Revolting. Elenwen/Female Khajiit Dragonborn. A sequel to Disgusting. This will focus on the Dragonborn's children, Delphine still trying to free the Dovahkiin, Lydia attempting to understand her Thane's life choice, The Embassy slowly gaining more slaves, and an anonymous person inside The Embassy subtly tipping off Elisif on the slaving going on.- Will happen when A New Order ends.
2. A Trophy Wolf. Krev the Skinner/Female Khajiit Dragonborn. This one will focus on the Dovahkiin going absolutely crazy during the battle with The Silver Hand, and screwing everything up. She injures Aela the Huntress, misses Krev, and runs off into the wild. Krev leaves the fort with only her armor and a spear, planning on killing the werewolf that slaughtered her men. What ensues is a sort of Moby-Dick and Ishmael rivalry that will somehow morph into a twisted romance only Krev feels. The Dovahkiin will be transformed into a werewolf throughout all of this story, but she'll still have POV chapters.- Will happen after The Wolf Queen's Bitch ends.
3. The Path of Those Before Us. A sequel to A New Order.- Will happen after A Trophy Wolf or Revolting ends.
A New Order is wrapped up, so look out for Revolting. The Wolf Queen's Bitch will end within eleven chapters, so also watch out because A Trophy Wolf might come out before 2015.
